#Borganes

[gabrielaaufreisen]

Island im März

Die ersten zwei Tage unseres Urlaubs im März im Süden von Island vergehen wie im Flug. An Wasserfällen, Gletschern und auf den Straßen der Snaefellsnes Halbinsel. Und die Nordlichter dürfen auch nicht fehlen!

Für eine Woche wollen wir den Winter im Süden von Island genießen. Anfang März geht es los. Laut Wetterapp ist es in Reykjavik sogar wärmer als in Deutschland. Trotzdem nehmen wir unsere dicken Sachen mit. Hier kommt die Packliste für eine Island Reise im Winter: Island-Packliste-1Herunterladen Dieser Beitrag enthält unbezahlte Werbung. Diese Reise wurde selbst bezahlt und dieser Bericht…

[mik-mania]

thats huge for them

(from always sunny)

[indigozeal]

This is the most important poll.

[miss-tina-susanne]

About the time baby Tina was a holy terror.

Borgan tilts his head, his eyes following the adjusted lock. "Maybe. But I dunno. Children are far more understandin', acceptin', and forgivin' than we give them credit for."

Athenais bites her lip, barely stifling a chuckle. "I'm not sure about that. Five year old Athenais punched a boy twice her size because he stole her fruit bowl."

You say, "That little bitch was a vindictive little shit."

Borgan barks out a fit of laughter, though he gives a nod of approval. "Ye dun fuck with a wee lass's fruit bowl, this is known."

[gracelessgrayson]

barthur borgan

[satoshi-mochida]

LUNAR Remastered Collection launches April 18 - Gematsu

LUNAR Remastered Collection will launch for PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Switch, and PC via Steam on April 18, GungHo Online Entertainment announced.

Digital editions will be available for $49.99 / €49.99, while the following physical editions will also be available:

North America – Physical editions will be available exclusively through Amazon for $54.99.

Europe – Physical PlayStation 4 and Switch editions will be available via distributor Clear River Games, priced at €54.99.

The physical editions will feature reversible covers showcasing two new key arts for LUNAR: Silver Star Story Complete and LUNAR 2: Eternal Blue Complete, both illustrated exclusively for the LUNAR Remastered Collection by Toshiyuki Kubooka.

Here is an overview of the game, via GungHo Online Entertainment:

About

Dive into the enchanting worlds of LUNAR: Silver Star Story Complete and LUNAR 2: Eternal Blue Complete, two beloved JRPGs that have captured the hearts of gamers for generations. LUNAR: Silver Star Story introduces Alex, an aspiring Dragonmaster who bands together with his friends to combat the perilous emergence of the Magic Emperor and stop him from taking over the world. LUNAR 2: Eternal Blue picks up a thousand years later, and follows Hiro and his friends as they set out in search of the Goddess Althena alongside an enigmatic girl named Lucia. On this grand quest, fend off enemies like Borgan and White Knight Leo, who hunt down the group to eradicate what they deem to be the “Destroyer of Lunar.” This definitive remastered edition features enhanced graphics, audio, and quality-of-life improvements that will satiate that hunger for 90s nostalgia—better than you remember! Embark on these two adventures with updated language support, now available in English, Japanese, French, and German. Fans of the LUNAR series can wax nostalgic with 90s-esque animated cutscenes, iconic characters with the classic JRPG charm, and old-school turn-based combat with a twist. JRPG enthusiasts and long-time supporters of the series alike will undeniably be captivated by the game’s romantic storytelling and stunning soundtrack, and witness firsthand how LUNAR paved the way for generations of JRPGs to come.

Key Features

Strategic Turn-Based Action – Play through two magical worlds in LUNAR: Silver Star Story Complete and LUNAR 2: Eternal Blue Complete as you fight it out in turn-based battle style, where each character’s speed, distance, position, and attack reach must all be accounted for.

Powerful Voices and Captivating Animated Sequences – Immerse yourself in battles with fully-voiced attacks and incantations in either Japanese or an all-new English voiceover by playable characters and enemies. Not to mention, the timeless and stylistic animated sequences that will still capture the hearts of players today.

Relive the Classic or Go Remastered – Choose between classic or remastered mode — an option that allows fans to travel back in time to the games’ PS1 releases, or see them in a new light with wide-screen support, revamped PS1 pixel art, and high-definition animated cutscenes.

Two New Language Options – LUNAR Remastered Collection not only includes Japanese and English subtitles and sound, but also two new subtitle language options, French and German.

Speed Up Battle / Improved Strategy Settings – Save time and speed through battles with the flip of a switch! Additionally, new options have been added to the original strategy settings for streamlined combat.

[drmenma]

The lower decks in the "A Borganized Workforce" event

[exoticalmonde]

LUNDInium Outskirts /but it's her insane doodles/ PART II

Melting and sad that horses don't exist.

---

Kal'mew and M3owtr

---

Sometimes the topic of how Pinkie introduced all of us to Arknights during it's second year rises and we all look back at the things we could have missed if they didn't so carefully cater to all of our likes. It feels like we were sucked into the void. Or we flied into a glue trap.

Either case, we are very happy to be a part of this.

---

Despite the lack of a biker skin, we have a new one where he finds some happiness and that means that Dr. Lundi did an amazing job taking care of the sad, soggy, lonely horse uncle.

---

Speaking of SoggyTM.

---

A series of characters that are somehow the same, yet so very different.

The selected husbands are as follows: Ulpian, Sesa, Executor, that's Dr. Lundi, Mlynar, Flamebringer.

---

Dr. Pinkie comes in 2 forms:

Cloud

Borgan

---

>:O

---

He is the babygirl and he knows it. Which... Looking back, it's insane that Dr. Lundi even made this meme because I think this is a sign of when I first started influencing her. The most normal angel is falling from grace.

[tarithenurse]

I see fire - 25

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 2354. Contents: Just some winding down. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag. Divider by @firefly-graphics

XXV

Stretching and yawning, Zilvra’s friends begin to wake just as she finishes the book on orcish language and culture.

“Ah,” Morella purrs, “that feels so much better.”

Agreeing, the others start to prepare for what’s left of the day and soon they can head out to meet Campbell at the city hall...only they never get that far because the mayor is waiting for the trio down in the inn’s common room.

“Kathy,” he calls out as he sees them, “a round of ales, please.”

Then he motions for the friends to join and they dutifully sit down beside him.

“Gave the men quite a spook when you turned up,” he admits.

Anvindr nods. “Yeah, we’d honestly been running from more orcs than we could take on in the night.”

With that he begins to explain the events neatly avoiding mentioning anything about the former Stouvanian and making it as far as to restoring the water flow once more before Campbell holds up a hand.

“You undid the orcs’ work in a moment? How?”

“Black powder,” Anvindr explains, “got it from...a friend.”

He’s noticed the warning looks from his friends just in time but so has the mayor who looks from one to the other before softly nodding for the genasi to carry on the tale to it’s very end. Then he sits quietly for a moment before taking a swig of the ale.

“An orc with a magical hammer...that could be Borgan but he is supposed to be even further north,” the mayor contemplates. “But then again...things are strange so who knows?” Finally zeroing in with his gaze on the trio, the man shakes his head. “Borgan holds grudges. I’d have liked to have sent you out on more quests but I fear that would be beyond reason.”

“There’s no reason to invite calamity,” Zilvra agrees.

He smiles kindly. “Guess I owe you, though.”

He produces a small pouch of coins for them to divvy up as they please but also explains that he is having something made for them – three sets of footwear: sturdy boots with thick soles which he explains are made for mountaineering. With them, they will be able to keep pace even in the rough terrain.

The trio thank him profusely for the useful gift, then Zilvra pulls out the Orcish book and scoots it over to the man.

“Thank you for lending me this. It was...more informative that the initial pages led to believe,” she admits. “Do you, uhm, are there maybe more?”

“Funny you should ask,” Campbell smiles, accepting the book back, “I went through my holdings and found two more, one of which seems as if it was made with you in mind.”

From an inner pocket, he pulls out to books – one considerably thinner than the other: Undercommon and Primordial.

Just then, the door slams open revealing a guard who’s out of breath.

“Mayor,” he salutes. “Trouble at the southern gate.”

“Orcs?”

Campbell is alert right away but the young soldier shakes his head: “A platoon of the Alloy Order, sir.”

Getting up with a sigh, Campbell barely excuses himself before following on the heels of the guard, leaving the trio to look at each other in confusion and dawning alarm.

“Alloy Order...that’s the Tower special operatives,” Anvindr recalls.

Zilvra nods. “Kirkland’s in charge of them.”

Morella rushes upstairs, muttering under her breath about the stupid cloak, and her friends follow.

Up in the room, the druid stuffs the white rain cloak with Kirkland’s initials under the mattress of one of the beds. The chance that anyone would know about it is minimal but seeing as it isn’t impossible, the paranoid side of the young eladrin seems to have won over for a moment.

Looking out the window, Zilvra and Anvindr first hear the sound of marching people before the platoon comes into view.

They are big guys, all wearing heavy armour in white and silver, perfectly polished but still clearly having seen some use. The paint job on their shields is scratched, their armour is dented in places. It is impossible to see their faces as their helmets cover completely, but somehow Zilvra imagines that they all wear the same expression of determination.

“Look,” Anvindr mumbles, “there are breaks in the formation...they must have lost people.”

And it’s true: here and there an empty spot in the marching order indicates where a man should have been.

Campbell is stalking along the leader, clearly agitated but seemingly getting little to nowhere in terms of explanation.

“What do you mean, you’re leaving?” he asks.

“We’ve been ordered back to Stouvania,” is the simple answer.

Sighing, Campbell stands aside, allowing them to march onward to the northern gate unhindered.

“They looks badass,” Morella admits, joining her friends in the window.

As if he heard it, the leader of the platoon halts his men and looks up, eyes glittering in the recesses of the helmet as he spots the druid who shies away.

“Eladrin,” he says with a smokey voice, cocking his head.

It doesn’t appear to invoke any sort of resentment or confusion on his part, it is more as if he is simply stating the obvious – which he is the first to do correctly in all the time Zilvra has travelled with Morella. Then the captain whistles briefly and he and his platoon set out again.

As the forces clear the space, the people of Silver Keep begin to swarm Campbell, worriedly asking what this means for their safety. Are the going to expect trouble from the south? Will the trolls and ogres start to encroach too like the orcs? And rather than sugar coat everything, Campbell admits that he will have to call in favours to guarantee their safety.

“Why did we split from Stouvania?” a man cries out, earning nods and murmurs of agreement from those around him.

“Now now, you know why,” Campbell answers, “and we have other friends. Let me handle this.” And with that he excuses himself, making his way back towards the inn.

Rushing downstairs, the trio find him chugging the rest of his beer with the frown of a man who’s thinking of anything but the drink.

“Anything we can do for you?” Anvindr offers.

The mayor shakes his head. “This is for me to deal with so you’ll have me excused. I will be reaching out to your friends the Masons, so maybe I’ll have news from them to you soon. Regardless...I better get cracking.”

He leaves with a wave.

As the three friends look to each other, it is clear that they have a while longer in Silver Keep to recover from the night’s ordeal and waiting for the commissioned boots.

“I could use a proper bath,” Zilvra admits, tempting apparently only Morella enough to join her for a trip to the bathhouse – Anvindr would rather experiment a bit with the black powder he’s acquired.

And so the girls head off, asking Kathy for advice on where to go.

The bathhouse is different in Silver Keep than in the Underdark where it draws its heat from the naturally hot springs allowing for large pools of steaming water. Here instead tubs are filled buckets at a time, allowing for a much more individual experience. Screens of coloured fabric can be placed between the tubs, allowing for privacy and little baskets hang on the edges of the tubs with clean cloths, soaps, and bathsalts.

It’s a luxury Zilvra hasn’t enjoyed since she sailed to Stouvania and she sighs as she reclines in the bathtub. On the other side of the partition, there’s a sound of gurgles or bubbles followed by a soft giggle: presumably Morella is having fun too.

“See, this is good,” the drow begins to loosen her braids so she can wash the hair. There’s a delighted sigh from the other side that she takes to mean ‘yes’. “How’re you doing?”

“The soap is different here,” Morella surprisingly admits. “Not sure how ours is, but it’s not like this.”

“Anything else you can remember?” Zilvra tries.

There’s a beat of silence. “Remember the dogs we found the other day?” the druid then says. “I’ve apparently smuggles animals in with me before.” There’s a hint of pride to the voice.

Laughing softly, the rogue can all to easily imagine it and she admits as much.

---

Fresh and clean, the girls rejoin Anvindr in the room at the inn. He seems happy with the work he’s done, not at all regretting the lack of hygiene from his side. And truth be told, with the smears of soot around his face, he probably would just have ended up needing a second bath after his experiments.

He continues his work happily, while Zilvra settles down with the thicker of the books and Morella ventures out to explore or socialize.

The book the drow has been given is on Undercommon and the culture of the drow. Clearly it’s been written by Harris too: not only is the writing the same but also in this case there are illustrations and notes that Zilvra would have been happy to have missed out on.

Oddly enough, folded in the front of the book, she finds a list of names and family relations including her own family. Some of them seem to be checked off (that’s not the case with the name Allaunira Shadowsong) and it’s with disconcerting suspicion that Zilvra considers this might be a list of conquests.

Folding the list away with a shudder, the drow refocuses on the contents of the book itself.

---

“Guys!” Morella comes barging in. “I just spoke with Wilburt! And he prefers scritches over pets, preferably close to his cheeks and he -”

“What?” Anvindr stops the flow of words.

But Zilvra has already guessed it. “She’s talking about an owl, not a person.”

“Yeah yeah yeah! Wilburt lives with Kathy and is super polite and like to fly out at night and guess what?!” She points triumphantly to the drow but continues thankfully right away: “He’s seen other drow!”

Putting the book aside, Zilvra is all ears as Morella explains about the dark skinned elves Wilburt the owl knows of to the south of Silver Keep.

“You wan to find them?” Anvindr asks Zilvra. “You’ve been asking around about the cold war and such.”

“I don’t know if...no, let’s not go to them.”

Morella cocks her head. “What’s up?”

“It’s just that...remember at my birthday I got a message from my mom and I asked about Umbra?”

They both shrug and she reminds them of how they’d been told that there should be a male equivalent to Menzoberranzan by that name...but when confronting her mother, Zilvra had been told to forget it. That it is a myth.

“What if it isn’t?” she ventures. “And not only that...what if...what if my father or...what if it’s true?”

If her friends can sense there’s more to it than she says, then they are kind enough not to call her out on it.

“So my question stands,” Anvindr gently pressures, “do you want to go?”

Maybe Zilvra’s father is a live and well in Umbra. Maybe Filandrin is. But the chance is so small that the young drow figures she is just going to be disappointed and she isn’t sure she could bear that.

“No, let’s stay focused. It’s probably just an outpost.”

---

There’s a set of boots waiting for each of them the next morning when they come downstairs. Although still stiff, they fit each member of the trio perfectly and they feel prepared to traverse through the mountains if need be. Wanting to thank Campbell for the generosity, they head to the city hall. Likely, the mayor won’t have much time but maybe a few minutes can be spared.

And yes, Campbell is busy but seems to enjoy the momentary excuse to relax as the trio are shown into his office.

“Got the boots?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s why we came – to thank you,” Morella admits.

He smiles tiredly. “You helped us, I’m glad we could repay you in some way.”

Reaching for a cup of tea, he sets it down again after a tiny sip, clearly disgusted by it’s temperature.

“Allow me,” Zilvra mumbles, using her magic to heat the brew.

“Oooh, nifty.” The mayor cradles the mug with the now warm contents in his hands. “I spoke with Harris. I’ve spoken with a lot of people, really, but Harris mentioned that they could use your assistance if you’re up for it?”

The trio exchange glances, most of the shrugging in a way that’s meant to indicate “why not”.

Seeing their decision forming, the mayor nods and pulls out a map of the region. “I can’t let you have this, but take a look at least.”

Studying the map, they can see that they want to exit Silver Keep via the northern gate and then head south-west as soon as possible for a trip that ought to take less than a week. Following the southern road instead would keep them on the wrong side of the river but lead them past an abandoned mine.

“Where does this go?” Morella points to a crossroad north of the city that runs east-west.

“On the western end it leads back into Stouvania as you know, you came that way, suspect,” Campbell traces the line on the map, “the other one skirts past the mountains before delving south into the swamp. It’s the only proper road there but it’s dangerous because the swamp belongs to the orcs.”

“Uh, don’t want to deal with them if we can avoid it,” Anvindr admits.

“Heh, yeah that’s our lot,” the mayor laughs wryly. “I have to find a way to balance our defences against them yet still prevent them from creating new dams.” He sighs, then shakes his head. “But! That’s not your concern...I’m sure Harris can put you to good work instead.”

Bidding each other goodbye, the trio take their leave and head to the inn to grab their belongings as they already have figured out what to do: reconnect with the Masons.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I watched last night's FTWD and the amount of times they name dropped Alicia's name was ridiculous . ADC's shoulders must be so sore carrying two crappy shows after she leaves. She'll prob be back for the finale as well as some sort of masochistic act to these shows.

Listen after seeing her ass show up as special Alien Space Daddy Lexa after like what? 6 years? Of being off the shit show nothing would surpise me at this point. She will throw bones to these bitches writing terrible television because 1. She knows she'll collect all the checks

And 2. She's fully aware that everywhere she goes she's a fan favorite. It's like her booking agent knows she does community outreach programs for these crusty ass shows after she leaves them.

That being said if I'm speaking my truth, which I always try to do, except when I'm lying for fun, ummm I don't think she should do it? They disrespected her and the work she put into that show for years. Passing her over to become the lead of the show to shoehorn in Borgan and basically relegating her to 3rd string backup ensamble was a slap in the face considering she was the only character left from the beginning. They knew she carried that show for years after they killed off Madison and still did all that. So it very well could be that they just use her name to garner buzz for fans to keep tuning in, we've seen that shit before 🙄

[blueengland]

Hm. Borgans.

burger organs

[mik-mania]

Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock Take a chance you stupid ho

weh throws this at the wall

[organical-mechanical]

i don’t condone binge drinking, but I do condone puns, so here are some names you can use if you promise to add very little alcohol and be conscious of caffeine content (with the awareness that caffeine can mask the effects of alcohol):

- BORGan donor

- BORGanized crime

- PETA.BORG

- BORGer

- God’s BORGiveness

- MicroBORGanism

- UnBORGettable Memory

- sBORGasboard

- SuperBORGanism

- Borgy 🥵

- BORG (star trek)

and if you promise to make it completely virgin

- BORGanical-mechanical

[miss-tina-susanne]

Borgan arrives from the east. Borgan beams brightly.

You give twenty Fire scrolls to Borgan. You say, "Go forth and commit grand arson." You say, "But not in the temple." You eye Kaynik.

Borgan admires you.

Athenais dusts her hands off, evidently pleased with her declaration.

Borgan says, "Lass. Ye know how t'spoil a lad."

You say, "I do. It's one of my best qualities." You say, "My home will always be warm and snug. Because it's usually on fire."

[jaegersmoon]

here’s what i think the ob characters would name their borgs

eren:battle of gettysborg

mikasa: playborg carti

armin: aborgtion

sasha:i woke up in a new borgatti

connie:bring it on home john borg

ymir: borgasm

historia: starborg

y/n:certified loverborg

jean: save a horse ride a cowborg

marco:bo

reiner: borgpolar depression

annie: borgan doner

bertolt: that borgs a liar pt.2

i like how you included marco like mf isn’t dead as hell

[teenageread]

Review: The Queen and the Knave

Synopsis:

London, 1866

Móirín Donnelly has spent the last five years working in the shadows for the Dread Penny Society, but spending so much of her life in secret is taking a toll on her soul—and her heart.

When members of the Dread Penny Society begin disappearing, Móirín turns to Detective Constable Fitzgerald Parkington for help. The two have developed a friendly rapport, and Móirín feels like she can trust him, though perhaps not with all of her secrets.

Fitzgerald Parkington has a sixth sense when it comes to hunting down criminals, which is why he’s recently been transferred to the Detective Department at Scotland Yard. But when red tape keeps him from tracking down the criminal mastermind known as “The Tempest,” he must rely on the one woman who has unexpectedly captured his heart—the bold and fiery Irish lass, Móirín Donnelly.

As the Tempest’s deadly reach threatens to overwhelm all of London, Móirín and Fitz are caught in an elaborate game of cat and mouse that leads down back alleys, through dark London buildings, and right to the gates of Kensington Palace. Móirín has one chance to save Fitz and the Dread Penny Society from the Tempest, and she might have to sacrifice her one chance at love to do so.

Plot:

Moirin Donnelly was the Dread Master. A fact she kept hidden from the majority of the DPS, besides Fletcher, and something the Tempest knew about. How? Moirin had no idea, but as the Tempest began snatching up her Dreadfuls, Moirin knew she had to stop her before more members of her family disappeared. Hiding in a safe house with Brogan and Vera, Moirin began assembling her task team of fellow DPS members, who she shared her secret with of being the Dread Master. Where Borgan was initially shocked and hurt that his sister did not tell him about her role in the DPS, he understands it as he too has kept secrets from her and Vera. Part of her task team to take down the Tempest is Detective Constable Fitzgerald Parkington, and where Moirin normally does not trust the cops, there is something about Fitz that makes her believe he is here to help. Fitz became a cop to solve his own injustice of a grandfather who walked out on him, leaving him alone in the world. Looking for his grandfather, there is also something about the DPS and Moirin that draws Fitz in. Maybe it's their mission of keeping the streets of London safe, looking after the children, or maybe it's the light laugh and smile of the leader that sends Fitz’s heart racing. As the unlikely pair work together to take down the wrongness of London, they end up finding love with the hope that the Tempest will not take it away. 

Thoughts: 

Sarah Eden wows us with this final DPS novel, as we take the point of view of the Dread Master herself and the final fight against The Tempest. Taken from the point of view of both Moirin and Fitz, we got to see the two of them solve their own mysteries, fall in love, and fight the Tempest, all within this fast pace novel. After introducing us to Moirin pretty early on in the series, and revealing her role as the Dread Master at the end of the previous novel, having this story taken from her perspective really adds to the finality of the series. As seen before Moirin is an extremely strong female lead, who is capable of fighting her own battles, and who has that femininity edge of wanting to keep everyone safe and happy. Having seen from her point of view you really got to see how strong Moirin is, her sense of justice, and her kindness not only towards her brother and his wife, but the other DPS members who she sees as family. Eden really makes this the final novel by bringing back all the previous members and their loved ones. Not only do we get to hear about Borgan and Vera, but Gemma and Baz, Fletcher and Elizabeth, Hollis and Ana - everyone is here! This allows Eden not only to tell the Moirin and Fitz love story but also to wrap up other characters whose endings were a bit vague. The other perception this novel takes from is Fitz, and it made the story whole as we saw him fall in love first, whereas Moirin was a bit more unsure. With an interesting plot within the novel itself, Eden also does a fantastic job wrapping up the series leaving us with the farm and fuzzy feelings for the DPS society, knowing that all is well, for all DPS members and their loved ones. 

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