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creatorsforacause · 6 years ago

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Writer Spotlight: @fandom-overload-327

@fandom-overload-327 has generously donated their time and skill for the cause. They have agreed to donate FOUR Commissions, each one 2.5K words. They can write for Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, Marvel, Harry Potter, and the Witcher.

HOW TO WIN: Donate HERE or make a donation to any other organization that supports Hurricane Florence and Hurricane Michael relief efforts. Send a screenshot of your donation receipt confirming you donated to [email protected]. Every dollar donated is an entry in the raffle giveaway. (Example: $5 = 5 entries) Raffle will be drawn on November 30th 2018.

See writing samples below the cut.

June 21, TA 2959, Rivendell

“One has to wonder,” Lord Miston sneered disdainfully, “why Lord Elrond would welcome a filthy Dalish into his home. Not to mention, him treating it like it’s civilized. Please, it’s nothing more than a well-trained pet.” Legolas forced his face to remain passive, tightening his grip on his goblet of wine as the Elf-Lord spoke, his voice shrill and incredibly unpleasant.

Doing his best to ignore Lord Miston as he continued speaking, Legolas glanced at Ashara. The Dalish girl stood across the ballroom, oblivious to the topic of conversation around Legolas as she spoke with Lord Elrond’s twin sons. She exuded grace and refinement, seeming for all intents and purposes, to be another one of the elleths that filled the ballroom, her dark vallaslin the only thing that distinguished her as Dalish.

Lord Beldaer coughed lightly, drawing back Legolas’s attention. “Lord Miston, with all due respect, you must remember, the girl is only half-Dalish. Her grandmother is Lady Galadriel after all. Perhaps the Noldor grace overpowers that inherent Dalish savagery,” he suggested, tracing the lip of his goblet as he spoke. That was the last straw for Legolas.

“If you’ll excuse me, my lords, I will take my leave,” he forced out politely through gritted teeth. He turned around and left them in his wake before he could hear their replies. Seething silently, rage practically radiating off of him, Legolas crossed the ballroom, joining Ashara and the twins were they stood, in a corner next to one of the tables laden with bottles of wine.

Ashara’s face brightened when she caught sight of him as he crossed the room. “Legolas,” she grinned, inclining her head slightly to him as he joined them. “Did you get tired of those dahn’direlanen?” she asked, raising a well-plucked brow. Legolas furrowed his brow in confusion and began to ask what exactly she’d just called Lord Miston and his cronies when she started giggling. “It means idiots,” she explained, then tilted her head as she considered something silently. “Bee punchers, if you’d rather have the literal definition,” she reiterated.

Instantly, Legolas’s anger began to melt away and he began to smile. “I suppose that that is a rather apt description for them,” he agreed, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

Ashara began giggling even harder at that. “I know, right?” she snickered. One of the twins cleared his throat, making her stop giggling and roll her eyes. “You can’t tell me that you don’t agree, Elladan,” she protested.

Elladan rolled his eyes. “You know full well that I do, Gwanur. But Legolas,” he said, turning to the Elf prince. “What exactly are they saying tonight?”

Legolas shrugged. “I don’t know how it compares to their usual rhetoric, but it seemed particularly vicious.” Elladan raised an eyebrow. “Lord Miston called Ashara a ‘well-trained pet’.” Legolas noticed how Ashara’s levity had vanished and she lowered her gaze, studying the goldwork on her goblet. “While Lord Beldaer had started to muse on the strength of Noldor blood versus Dalish blood when I’d finally had enough.” He frowned. “And you should’ve heard what they said about your father.” Legolas glanced back at the bigoted lords, only to see that they’d continued their conversation as if he’d never left. “If my father heard them speaking about him like that, they’d already have been banished from the Greenwood.”

The twins scowled and turned to look at Ashara simultaneously. “Someone doesn’t want to be a quote, ‘burden’,” Elrohir said accusingly. “She’s rather insistent that she can handle it herself, despite the massive evidence to the contrary.” Ashara’s face fell even more at that and an expression of guilt spread across her face.

Ashara sighed, anand Legolas could tell from the way her shoulders slumped, that this was by no means, a new argument between the three cousins. She swirled her wine, staring down into the burgundy liquid. “Fine,” she sighed. “Go ahead and do whatever you want.” She frowned, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as the twins disappeared into the crowd. “I need some air,” she said moodily, setting her goblet of wine down on the table next to them. ‘If you want to come along, go ahead.”

She slipped easily into the crowd, heading directly towards one of the open balconies. Sighing, Legolas set down his wine too, before following her into the crowd. When he stepped out onto the balcony after her, Ashara was leaning forward at the edge of the balcony, resting her arms on the railing with her back to Legolas and the entrance to the ballroom. The ornate circlet that circled her brow glittered in the moonlight as she stared up at the sky.

“Are you okay, Ashara?” Legolas asked gently as he mimicked her position beside her. She didn’t say anything, only kept staring up at the night sky. “Ashara?” he asked again, being a little bit more insistent. Sighing, he raised his hand and put it tentatively on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to listen to Lord Miston and his ilk.”

She laughed bitterly at that and looked over at Legolas. “You say that as if most of your people don’t agree with them.” Legolas winced and let go of her, returning to his original position. He wished desperately that that hadn’t been true, but it was. But still, the elves of Mirkwood weren’t the only ones who thought the same. Not that that was much of a comfort. Or any comfort really.

They stood in silence for a long time before she finally spoke again. “Do you know anything about the destruction of my people, how Elvhenan fell to Morgoth?” she asked him.

Legolas shook his head, confused as to what had brought up the topic. “No, whenever I’d ask about it, my tutors would tell me that no one needed to learn of it anymore, that it was best for everyone to forget Elvhenan and its people. All they’d tell me that it was the Elvhen’s fault for trusting Morgoth.”

Ashara sighed, returning her gaze to the sky. “I’m not surprised,” she said softly. “Many of your people would like to forget the fact that we were once more than what we are now. Not to mention blaming us all for the actions of a few that happened 64 hundred years ago.” A lump rose in Legolas’s throat at that. He could relate to longing for the grace of the past, even though he could remember when Mirkwood had still been known as the Greenwood, and no living Elvhen had ever set foot in Elvhenan during its time of glory.

This one is the first chapter of a Witcher fanfiction that I've been working on for a while now

15 Saovine, 1257

The Witcher’s Path, Kaer Morhen Valley, Kaedwen

Dorata snorted, stopping in the middle of the path as she gazed into the forest around us, pawing at the ground nervously. Her ears began to twitch and I stroked her neck gently in an effort to calm her down, but it didn’t help. “What’s wrong, puledra?” I asked softly, shifting nervously in the saddle as I peered intently into the forest. But no matter how hard I strained my senses, I couldn’t hear or see what had spooked Dorata. She snorted again loudly, slamming her foot against the ground before she shied away from the spot she was staring at. She began to breathe heavily and she started backing up, her brown eyes still fixed on the dark woods and her ears twitching violently.

A shiver of terror ran down my spine and I tugged on the reins to try and turn Dorata around so that we could head back down the trail towards Larsos, the nearest village, when a leshen burst out of the forest and onto the path in front of us. Dorata and I both screamed in horror and Dorata reared up violently, making me slip out of the saddle. She tore off down the path, back the way we came from and barely missed crushing me under her hooves as I tumbled painfully to the rocky ground.

“Damned coward,” I muttered as I pushed myself to my feet, blood oozing from my painful new cuts and scrapes and I stared up at the leshen defiantly. My eyes narrowed and I clenched my hands into fists as I faced down the eight foot tall beast. “Scutum et potestatis,” I chanted quickly, holding my hand out in front of me, just as the leshen leapt forward. A shimmering orb of purple energy appeared around me just in time for the leshen’s claws to glance off of it. As it pulled away and began to circle me, just outside the barrier of my shield, I wracked my mind for any scrap of information I had on a leshen’s weaknesses. My shield wouldn’t last forever if the leshen decided to actually put work into attacking me and I was too aware of my own weaknesses and faults to think that I could actually fight off the beast with what knowledge that I had thought of.

As I began growing desperate, I remembered something that an old woman had told me years ago when I was a girl, studying at Aretuza. She’d told me that turning my clothes inside out and putting my boots on the wrong feet would drive a leshen off, but for some reason, I seriously doubted that that could ever work. I began to pace back and forth, wringing my hands and actually considering following the old woman’s advice when I remembered, right out of the blue, a passage from an old book that I’d read when I was at Aretuza.

“A sacred protector of woodlands and wildlife be the leshy. To survive an encounter with such a beast as this shall not be easy,” I recited, resting my hand against the inner shell of my shield. “Your reflexes and mind will have to be quick, as should be your feet. Summon or light some fire and you, it won’t eat.”

A satisfied smirk pulled at my lips as I looked up. The leshen had given up on circling me until my shield fell and was standing a few meters up the path from me, cocking its head as it stared intently at me. “Ignis est usque modo hostem,” I chanted under my breath and a ball of flickering blue fire formed in the palm of my hand. I swallowed and took a deep breath, closing my eyes in an attempt to relax myself. Once I had calmed down, I leapt into action. “Eat this, you tree-fucking skull faced bastard!” I bellowed and flung the fireball at the leshen as hard as I could. The fireball passed through my shield and slammed into the beast. It burst into flames and began to thrash around, wailing in pain. After a few moments, the leshen fell silent and dropped to the ground, seemingly dead.

I grinned and dropped my shimmering shield with a simple wave of my hand, sure that the leshen was dead, or incapacitated at the very least. But to my horror, the leshen dissolved into a cloud of smoke that rapidly disappeared into the forest. “Shit shit shit!” I muttered, doing everything I could not to panic. “How in the mother fucking shit could I have possibly forgotten about that?” With shaking hands, I pulled my silver dagger from the sheath on my belt and dropped into a fighting stance, searching the treeline for any trace of the leshen’s smoke. “Come on,” I hissed under my breath. “What the hell was the next line?” I swallowed and carefully stepped in a circle, silently summoning another fireball in my hand and peering desperately into the forest for the leshen. I may not have known much about leshens or their weaknesses, but I at least remembered that they didn’t give up prey that easily. Frankly, thinking of myself as ‘prey’ made me moderately queasy, but that’s exactly what I was to the leshen. There was no way in hell that the leshen was done with me, but I didn’t raise another shield. This battle would have to be finished with blades and claws, not magic. I wouldn’t- no, couldn’t- finish it from behind a shield.

I took a deep breath to calm myself as I searched the woods for the leshen. “But beware of the smoke the leshen may become when pained,” I remembered aloud, looking for said smoke, or even the leshen itself. But it was no use. Neither hide nor hair could be seen of the beast. “In this form, it may not be harmed. If you shan’t be careful, to it you shall fall. And unaware of your fate, your family will bawl. As the leshen does not leave much at all-”

The leshen appeared next to me with a fearsome screech and I whirled around, slashing my blade across the beast’s burnt belly, making it howl in pain. The leshen screeched again and raised its paw, the wicked, shining claws glinting in the dying sunlight before it raked its claws across my belly. I screamed in pain as what felt like white-hot fire burned its way across my abdomen in four blazing lines.

Dazed from the pain, I clasped my hands to my side, dropping my dagger. My stomach lurched as I looked down to see blood seeping out of four deep gashes, far too big for my hands to cover. Blood covered my hands and I tried to think of a healing spell as my legs turned to jelly, but not a single incantation came to mind. My vision began to darken and I dropped to my knees, my legs too weak to support me anymore. My head swam as I looked up at the leshen. It towered menacingly over me, my blood dripping from its claws. The last of my strength left me in a rush and I collapsed in the middle of the path, unconscious.

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aptechvisaglobalimmigration · 3 years ago

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AINP Issued Draws For 250 NOIs In The Federal Express Entry Pool

Alberta has released the data for 250 NOIs for the January 5th, 2022 immigration draw, with the lowest-ranked candidate obtaining a 327 CRS score.

The Alberta Immigrant Nominee Program (AINP) received 250 Notifications of Interest from Express Entry candidates who requested to be considered for a provincial nomination and had a CRS score of at least 327. Since the November draw, this score has climbed by one point, and after remaining consistent at 300 CRS points for several months, it currently swings from 300 to 351. The information on invites is published one month after the date of the draw.

Limitation on Nomination Certificates

Immigration, Refugees and Citizenship Canada (IRCC) issued 6,250 nomination certificates to Alberta for the year 2021. The AINP will continue to review applications in the queue, but no new certifications will be granted until January 2022.

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In the Alberta Express Entry pool, there are around 450 Alberta Opportunity Stream applications and 775 expressions of interest.

Volumes of Applications and Processing

Alberta operated a draw for Alberta PNP invitations for federal Express Entry candidates seeking a nomination certificate once a month. Alberta will be authorized to issue 6,250 letters of nomination of interest starting in January 2022. The AINP application is influenced by a variety of parameters, including:

The AINP application is based on a variety of factors, including:

• the quality of the application;

• labour market statistics; and

• The number of applications received, and

• The application deadline.

Volumes of applications by occupation

The AINP gets a considerable number of applications and Alberta Express Entry submissions in the following occupations. Certain submissions may take longer to process than others.

6311 – Food service supervisors

6211 – Retail sales supervisors

7511 – Transport truck drivers

6322 – Cooks

3211 – Medical laboratory technologists

0211 – Engineering managers

1241 – Administrative assistants

1123 – Professional occupations in advertising, marketing and public relations

2131 – Civil engineers

0621 – Retail and wholesale trade managers

This Alberta PNP stream is no longer accepting applications. This industry/category includes the following applications:

Employer-Sponsored Stream:

• Skilled worker category

• International graduate category

• Food and beverage processing industry

• Manufacturing sector

• Food services industry (pilot project)

• Hotel and lodging industry

• Long-haul trucking industry

Strategic Recruitment Stream

• Engineering professions category

• Post-graduate worker category

You must complete the following steps in order to get the Notification of Interest (NOI):

1. You must have a CRS score of at least 300.

2. Keep your Express Entry profile active.

3. Contribute to Alberta's economic growth by taking up a career that helps the province flourish.

4. Demonstrate a desire to stay in the province and work for as long as feasible.

The criteria of the paper must be followed by the invited applicant. After completing the requisite documentation procedure, the persons are nominated by the government of Alberta to apply for permanent residency in Canada on the Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada website (IRCC).

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