#Breogan

[thisisawonderfullife]

[prechy0000]

Lendas, historias...

Lenda da Torre de Breogán Breogán, fillo de Braht, foi o podente xefe dunha daquelas tribos dos ártabros que moraron nas terras de Galicia, na parte central da costa norte, cando os celtas asentaron, miles de anos antes da invasión dos romanos no noso país. Nunha pequena insua que hoxe está unida pola parte moderna da Coruña, construída sobre area, existía a vella cidade gobernada por Breogán.…

[sunder-the-gold]

The man tried SO HARD to save his people, Aegir, Iberia, and the world. But no one believed him, everyone got in his way or sat around taking no responsibility, and when disaster struck, everyone pinned the blame on him.

Then his friend Carmen betrays his memory by persecuting his people who survived the destruction of their new underwater cities and fled onto the actual land to escape the Silence.

stultifera navis rerun reminded me of how SAD i was when i found out about breogan's end and how terrible was the Profound Silence for everyone at iberia ughh even though he didnt show up at the event storyat all, through his picturebook pages/rewards descriptions and logs, the bloody button item we found along the way though, i got to know him through that instead of meeting the man himself and even after he was dead for DECADES his research and intel on the seaborn manages to help kaltsit and gladiia and it makes it even more heartbreaking a a a a a

at least... please give us a sprite of him... i want to see him...

Noir save me.... Noir.... save me Noir...

[musispoedmacarsiv]

17 Ocak 2024 Pınar Karşıyaka Rio Breogan Maçı

*Mustafa Kemal Atatürk Karşıyaka Spor Salonu'nda saat 20:30'da başlayacak olan Basketbol Şampiyonlar Ligi Play-in Serisi üçüncü ve son maçı. İspanya'da 80-73'lük talihsiz yenilgiyi almasak belki de bugün bu maç için uğraşmayacaktı temsilcimiz. Yine de başa gelen çekilir. Kaf-Kaf'a güvenimiz sonsuz. Galibiyet ve Son 16 bileti gelsin. İnanıyoruz. Yürekten başarılar temsilcimize.

*Tivibu Spor 1'den naklen yayınlanacak olan maç.

*İlk çeyrek bitimiyle 22-17 öndeyiz. Coşkulu başladık ve avantajı yakaladıktan sonra finişe kadar böyle götürdük. Son düdüğe kadar da bu tablo ile gidelim.

*İlk yarının ardından soyunma odasına 43-39 üstün gidiyoruz. Farkı 13'e kadar çıkarmıştık aslında ama Breogan'ın o noktadan sonra 14-5 oyunu geldi. Kazaya gitmeyelim. Dikkat şart.

*Üçüncü periyot 62-56 lehimize. Yine başa baş bir dilim izledik. Karşıyaka çift haneleri görüyor ama İspanyol ekibi yanıt vererek fazla uzaklaşmayacağını hatırlatıyor. Neyse ki son 10 dakikaya böyle girdik. Artık işi bitirelim.

*86-76 aldık ve seriyi 2-1 kazanarak Son 16'ya çıktık. Bravo Kaf-Kaf. Her ne kadar 70-70'te yakalansak da son anları iyi oynadık ve ötesine izin vermedik. Yeni aşama ile yola devam ediyor temsilcimiz. Tebrikler bir kez daha tüm isimlere. Pınar Karşıyaka'da Darrun Hilliard ve Vitto Brown 17'şer, Errick McCollum 14 sayı yolladı. Rio Breogan'da ise Sergi Quintela 14, Toni Nakic 12 sayı buldu.

[sartanhair]

Thinking about Lumen’s memory and feeling some existential sorts of ways about it

The weather on the Iberian coastline can be fickle. Jordi Fontanarossa has an important job to do every Sunday afternoon, but today he simply cannot bear the sound of the rain falling outside, each drop feeling like a hammer blow to his heart. He knows the name of his feeling. He cannot continue to write, and puts down the pen to try to leave the paper-filled room.

He smells the familiar scent of wet earth, mixed with a faint tinge of blood. It does not just represent a type of weather or a season, but a difficult period. Whenever there is news from the front, whenever the wet air fills his nostrils, Jordi is again reminded of the times. It has been like this ever since the fall of the Aegir.

It is almost dusk, though Iberia’s last redoubt is bright as midday under the illumination of countless lights. Jordi tries to ignore the chatter of the Penal Battalion officers in their dull and strictly-regulated tones. The words spoken here behind the front lines are neither determined nor despondent, but largely numb and indifferent. Jordi counts his own steps, until he collides head-on with someone else.

“Sorry, sir.”

The man’s youth surprises Jordi. He is about Jordi’s height, sturdy in build, but missing an arm. He has not bothered to wipe away the blood on his face, despite being here at headquarters. Jordi thought he must have been a veteran of many battles, but when his gaze meets the young man’s eyes, and the battered lantern and sword in the young man’s baggage, he realizes that it is a young trainee Inquisitor from Aegir.

Jordi once knew a young Inquisitor like him.

“Have you just returned?”

“Yes, Sir Secretary.”

The young Inquisitor’s tone is surprisingly calm, as though he has left the nightmares of the battlefield behind. But Jordi knows that it is a tragic sort of acclimation to the cruelties of war. He has seen it far too many times. He steps aside to give way for the young Inquisitor. He knows that his type is few and far between these days. The young Inquisitor nods and passes by Jordi. His silhouette is unsteady, looking as though it could melt into the shadows of the buildings at any moment.

Jordi turns around and asks, “What’s your name?”

“Mathias, sir.”

“That’s not an Aegir name…”

“My foster mother is Iberian. Only my Aegir surname remains.” The young Inquisitor hesitates, as though deliberating whether to spend valuable time talking about such private matters, but eventually he says, “Breogan.”

“What?”

“My family’s name is Breogan. I don’t know anything about it, other than the name. I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be a family name, or the name of one of my ancestors. Our home has...”

Jordi Fontanarossa falls silent.

It is the young Inquisitor who eventually breaks the silence. “I understand that you’re Saint Carmen’s, er... apostle?”

The name makes Jordi’s heart ache. He feels his stomach churn and wants to throw up. Fighting back the sensation of vertigo, he answers in a low voice. “Yes.”

Then he asks, almost self-deprecatingly, “Are you disappointed? Disappointed that I’m not fighting with you on the front at a time like this?”

“No, sir.” Realizing that Jordi misunderstood what he meant, the young Inquisitor smiles wryly. “Saint Carmen says we are the keepers of the flame. But you and others like you are the flame.”

Jordi has to hold back the lump in his throat and force a smile.

“Thank you... perhaps it’s a coincidence, but the name Breogan is not unknown to me. There’s no evidence linking me to him, but I know some stories about Breogan.”

“I know the legend of the shipwright, Sir Secretary.”

“No,” Jordi pauses for a moment, as memories gush to the surface. “I’ve been to Aegir. I’ve been home.”

The young Inquisitor’s eyes light up for an instant, but his longing for his bloodline is soon suppressed by other matters.

“Thank you. I hope we meet again.”

The young Inquisitor leaves.

The rain is getting heavier. Jordi returns to his disorganized office, to the sound of the bell announcing the nightly hours. He cleans up the mess on his desk, returning it to the presentable state that it was several weeks ago. He takes a deep breath, but he could no longer hold back his emotions. Fear, sorrow, and resentment swallow him in an instant. He chokes on his own sobbing, and it is all he could do to prevent his tears from falling onto the typewriter.

He types a line beneath ‘Missing Persons’.

‘Carmen y Iberia - Confirmed Dead’

“1300 km.”

It takes a moment for Jordi to realize that he made the exclamation, as eyes around the hall turn towards him. The first to understand the significance of what he said is High Inquisitor Irene, who stops to gaze at the map in the middle of the hall.

“1300 km from the lighthouse of Gran Faro.” Irene lets herself sink in her memories for a moment. “Our national border, humanity’s line of defense, has retreated by 1300 km.”

Jordi sighs. “It could have been worse, if not for the support of the other countries.”

“At the same time, it also means that the entire might of Terra is gathered on the defensive lines of Iberia. There is no second line of defense. For all intents and purposes, this 1300 km of land belongs to the oceans now.”

Jordi continues to gaze across the hall, unsure where to go to. “The line is far from secure. The Seaborn are not only invading through Iberia... Sargon, Ursus, Yan. The fires of war have spread across the land.”

“Yes. This is our mission. If any Victorian Viscount or Padishah of Sargon could be a Deep Cultist, then all is lost. This time, however, we killed the bishops leading those Sea Terrors, leaving none alive. Yet the Seaborn continue to invade the land. Something is guiding them.”

Jordi is stunned. “But the Deep Viscount is dead, by the hands of the Leithanian lawkeepers! Could there be another...?”

“Or perhaps the collective has sensed a greater danger, and is thus trying to assimilate and consolidate the land ecosystem for the sake of its survival.”

Irene stops before a massive door. Jordi realizes that he has never been here before, despite having worked at the place for more than a decade.

“Therefore, we must succeed.” Irene turns around, her still-youthful face hardened by weariness. “I have been restored to the station of High Inquisitor.”

“I can see that. You already were in all but name.”

“As High Inquisitor, there is something I must ask of you.”

Irene raises her lamp. Light fills the hall, and opens a gap in the door as it drives out the shadows.

A lantern. The great room might have been a prison, then a furnace, a workshop. Now, as various items lie covered in dust in the corners, there is a single lantern in the middle of the room.

“A Seaborn was once held here. Every Inquisitor came to learn the truth about the ocean before they were ordained.” Irene’s voice is utterly calm. “But there is no need for that anymore.”

“So the place has been repurposed into a... furnace?”

“Yes.”

“And the lamp?”

Irene approaches it, as though approaching a god that does not exist. She picks it up, and light fills Jordi’s vision.

Not so much a flame as a sun.

“Carmen, Dario, Johann, Carlos... all the Inquisitorial lanterns that we could retrieve, reforged into one. We have thought long and hard about what to call it, but we have made no decision.” Irene ceases her casting, and the light returns to its tiny glass prison. “The Inquisition has entrusted the task to you.”

“Me?!”

“Don’t you know how to use a lantern?”

“I’ve been taught by Saint Carmen... but I’m no Inquisitor...”

“It does not matter. All that matters is you can light it, or seek the next one who can, if you cannot dispell your doubts.” Irene smiles. Jordi recalls with a start that the two of them are the same age.

“You have borne witness to the struggles of the Inquisition, watched over our triumphs from the lighthouse. You remember the brave martyrs, and the innocent victims. The lantern is not murder; it is hope.”

Irene pauses for an instant, then continues. “You must remember it. Pass it on.”

“What about you?” Jordi's words left his mouth before he even realized it.

“We have a codename for the Seaborn that we must kill. Its name is...” Irene lets go, and heads towards the door in the flickering light and shadow.

“Gladiia.”

When Jordi bid farewell to Kal’tsit, the familiar woman had become a stranger. She was the builder of the Last City, not the Dr. Kal’tsit who taught Operator Lumen on that little ship. The people from Kal’tsit’s memory were not by her side, and Jordi had lost much himself. Jordi never mentioned Rhodes Island in the short time that he lived in the city, fearing that the past would trigger the few remaining vestiges of hope.

“The ocean remains dangerous, even if... we've come to terms with our place.” Kal’tsit was not surprised at Jordi’s request. “We have been allowed to survive as an ancillary to the ecosystem, slave to the Many, a part of the symbiosis. It doesn't mean that we can...” Kal’tsit stops, seemingly recalling that the man coming to bid her farewell came from the eye of the maelstrom.

“I know,” Jordi smiles. “But I want to see the sea.”

“Do you need an escort?”

“No, not for an old paper-pusher that no one cares about.” Kal’tsit said no more. She quickly arranged a vehicle and some supplies for Jordi. Certainly, going home is not something to cause a commotion over. Jordi takes one last look at the city before he leaves. It no longer needs to move. The collective will only permit civilization that is at peace, and forever at a standstill.

He remembers that he has never truly fought on the front lines, or helped to build the city. His work has always been insignificant. When the lighthouse is lit, it is the light that guides the ships and Iberia, not the watchman of the lighthouse.

He sits by a cliff. Coral-colored creatures stir the waters for miles, and smooth shelled creatures rattle along the trail of waves. The sea is calm and peaceful, not a cloud in sight. Having conquered humanity, Originium, demons, and beings beyond reason, the way that the Seaborn observe the world is no longer limited to sensations that humans can comprehend.

Jordi knows that the new Chitin God lingers somewhere above the waves, at the most remote corner between the sun and the clouds. Its tendrils have left the pocket where It hid at the very moment that this human left his nest and headed for the coast, on guard against each and every move made by this anomalous individual. Today, It is Terra, and It is a beacon for its kin who have ventured beyond the skies.

Surprisingly, the individual seems to have detected Its will with his primitive human eyes.

“Hello, ocean,” Jordi speaks, like an old man telling a story to a child, unconcerned whether the individual constituents of the Many remaining on Terra can hear him. “My name is Jordi Fontanarossa. I was once an insignificant enemy of yours.”

With this self-introduction, Jordi begins to tell the story of his life. Gran Faro. Aegir. Stultifera Navis. Abyssal Hunter. Home. War. Collapse. Awakening. God. Truth. Failure. Death. Parting. Shame. Peace.

His words are sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes loud, sometimes short. No one answers, save for the wind brushing by the strange palms by the shore, through the holes in the coral mountains. Eventually, the old man runs out of words. He gazes at the shore. Without warning, the ocean responds to his thought. Microorganisms turn the sea murky, drawing numerous shelled Sea Terrors, which merge together, twisting and warping themselves into a small boat. The Many have read his thoughts and expressed them. But Jordi no longer cares why they did so. He smiles and shakes his head. “No. You’re wrong. I’m sorry, but you lost.”

The waves do not answer. The last watchman of Iberia does not speak.

The sun continues to shine. The sounds of the winds, waves and shells rubbing against one another converge and tune themselves into a specific wavelength and frequency. One of the Many, and all of the Many, answer the last words of one little individual on their home planet.

“Goodbye, Jordi Fontanarossa.”

“Goodbye.”

[tlacuart]

A drawing of my oc Breogan:)

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Hoy me he despertado viendo un SHORT de YOUTUBE de un tal QUINTELA SALVADOR del BREOGAN como REZANDO..que utiliza como Pseudonimo KING TELA [=expresión en Andalucía para decir que hay MUCHO de ALGO MALO O ESCANDALOSO..Tambien es sinonimo de DINERO] que sale en su web con camiseta de la película LOS BLANCOS NO LA SABEN METER con Wesley SNIPES y WOODY HARRELSON que en la película tiene por novia a una tal GLORIA CLEMENTE [=Piadosa] interpretada por ROSIE PEREZ siendo la siguiente película de HARRELSON "UNA PROPOSICION INDECENTE" en la que a su mujer DEMI MOORE la ofrece Robert REFORD "un millón de dolares" por una noche de SEXO cosa que acaba aceptando tras fallar en intentar solucionar sus problemas económicos en el CASINO pero al final destruye el matrimonio..la nueva película de HARRELSON [protagonista de ASESINOS NATOS cuya BSO fue el cd THE FUTURE de LEONARD COHEN o el posterior al cd I AM YOUR MAN lanzando con FIRST WE TAKE MANHATTAN then BERLIN de la que dijo que era sobre terrorismo] es FLY ME TO THE MOON

[wiwsport]

Liga ACB : Valencia Basket de Brancou Badio s’impose pour la deuxième fois de suite contre Río Breogán (87-75) https://wiwsport.com/2024/10/13/liga-acb-valencia-basket-de-brancou-badio-simpose-pour-la-deuxieme-fois-de-suite-contre-rio-breogan-87-75/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[chamelgaspardblogs]

Alumnos de la Facultad, terceros en el CFA Challengue de análisis financiero

Xabier Ruiz y los hermanos Hodei y Ekaitz Migueltorena defendieron el caso en la Bolsa de Madrid Un análisis financiero de Fluidra, compañía industrial líder mundial de piscina y wellness. A este reto se tuvieron que enfrentar los alumnos de 4º de ADE + Finance & Accounting Xabier Ruiz y los hermanos Hodei y Ekaitz Migueltorena -con Breogan Vázquez como faculty advisor- en la fase final española…

[sondakika02com]

FIBA Şampiyonlar Ligi: P. Karşıyaka: 86 - Breogan: 76 http://dlvr.it/T1WTgy

[procedurebybyte]

is the last knight breogan?

[prechy0000]

Nación de Breogán.

[saharafoley]

My Book Review of Counterpunch (Zero-Point Awakening Book 5) By ZZ Adams

Description:  The alien invasion is just beginning.The stakes are higher, the enemies deadlier as the alien invasion continues and the team must navigate dangerous missions and uncover the truth behind the Coldhorn Initiative.Scattered across the globe, Arthur, Elliot, Millicent and Stanley must find their way home and stop the evil plans of Hellinix, the Blood of Breogan and the Children of…

[musispoedmacarsiv]

10 Ocak 2024 Rio Breogan Pınar Karşıyaka Maçı

*Lugo Şehir Spor Sarayı'nda saat 22:30'da başlayacak olan Basketbol Şampiyonlar Ligi Play-in Serisi ikinci maçı. Evimizde 89-85 kazanarak 1-0 öne geçmiştik. Orada son bölümdeki oyun biraz soru işaretleri doğursa da güvenimiz tam. Kaf-Kaf İspanya'da da kazanıp işi kısa keser inşallah. Yürekten başarı dileklerimizi takımımıza iletiyoruz.

*Tivibu Spor 3'ten naklen yayınlanacak olan maç.

*İlk periyottan 24-23 yenik ayrıldık. Dengeli bir giriş söz konusu. İki taraf da yakın takipte şu an.

*İlk yarının bitimiyle 41-40 öndeyiz. Biraz daha kontrolü ele aldığımız bir bölümdü. Breogan iki kez beraberlik şansı görse de gerisini getiremedi. Buna rağmen arayı da açamadık. Yakın takipteler. Şimdi biraz daha sağlam bir performansla rahatlayacağımız bir bölüm gelmeli.

*Üçüncü çeyrek 62-61 lehimize bitti. Başa baş heyecan sürüyor. Esasında çeyreğe iyi girmiştik ve 4 sayı kadar uzaklaşmıştık. Sonrasında Breogan'ın refleksi geldi ve İspanyol ekibi de üstünlük gördüğü anları yaşadı. Çok ince çizgide gidiyor adeta.

*80-73 yenildik. Seri 1-1 oldu ve uzadı. İzmir'de bir randevu daha olacak. Hiç gereği yoktu bunun. Burada bitebilirdi de. 6 sayılık fark yapmıştık hemen bölümün başında. 71-66'dan sonra ev sahibi ekip 14-2 gibi bir sekans oynayarak maçı çevirdi. Evimizdeki finalde gülen biz oluruz umarım. Şimdiden başarı dileklerimizi sunalım. Rio Breogan'da Ben McLemore 24, Juan Fernandez 15 sayı kaydetti. Pınar Karşıyaka'da ise Vernon Carey Jr.'ın 20 sayı - 10 ribaundluk ikili çiftesi yetmedi. Errick McCollum 14 sayı gönderdi.

[habergecesi]

İspanya Basketbol Ligi'nde 10 ili etkileyen depremlerde hayatını kaybedenler için saygı duruşu gerçekleştirildi

D-Smart ekranlarında yayınlanan İspanya Basketbol Ligi’nde hafta sonunda oynanan maçlar öncesinde, Kahramanmaraş merkezli depremlerde hayatlarını kaybedenlerin anısına 1 dakikalık saygı duruşu yapıldı. Barcelona ile Rio Breogan arasında oynanan maç öncesinde, depremde hayatını kaybedenler için yapılan 1 dakikalık saygı duruşunda Milli basketbolcumuz Sertaç Şanlı da saygı duruşu sırasında…

[thesportish]

61-86: Tenerife show leadership against Breogan

61-86: Tenerife show leadership against Breogan

of lenovo tenerife showed the muscles that guided him endesa league with uncompromising steadfastness at all times during his visits Bleoghan River At Paso dos Deportes in Lugo. win 301 Txus Vidorreta Against a team that has been very calm (61-86) (in 601 games), balanced 4-4, suffered its first defeat of the season and conceded three straight defeats. of Tenerife As rival coaches warned, he…