#Isle of Barra

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Ocean View

The Atlantic Ocean from the Isle of Barra, Scotland.

This is the reference photo I’ve chosen for my next drawing. It was taken on a camping trip and our tent was pitched just behind the dunes which reached down to this beach.

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The white sand beaches of Barra in Scotland's Outer Hebrides

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Barra battles 'significant feline crisis' as homes needed for 20 cats

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Barra battles 'significant feline crisis' as homes needed for 20 cats

More than 20 cats are in desperate need of forever homes following a ‘significant feline crisis’ on Barra. The island is being overrun by the animals, who have ���congregated” at a house on the island. The colony pose a threat to the local ecosystem because there is not enough food to go around, and they […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/Qf5KL #CatsNews #Barra, #Cats, #WesternIslesSupportForCatsAndKittens

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December 12th 1902 saw the birth of Nan Mackinnon or, to give her her Gaelic patronymic, Nan Eachainn Fhionnlaigh, at Kentangaval, Isle Of Barra.

Nan was a tradition-bearer, whose remarkable memory, enthusiasm, and love of the Gaelic oral tradition has ensured that her wealth of knowledge has been preserved and shared with future generations. She became known as Nan of Vatersay, or Nan of the songs.

Nan was the youngest of seven children. Her father, Hector (Eachann Fhionnlaigh), was also born and raised in Kentangaval, and was descended from the MacKinnons of Strath, Skye – the historic grazing constables to the MacNeils of Barra until the 19th century. Nan's mother Mary was from Mingulay, and had strong connections with the MacPhee family, who – according to local tradition – came to settle in Barra in the 14th century. Nan grew up in what was a politically tumultuous time in the Highlands, and this influenced her early life greatly. Despite having won security of tenure twenty years before Nan was born, there remained a strong sense of injustice at the uneven distribution of land in the Highlands. Having spent her early years in Barra, in 1907 Nan's father was part of the 'Vatersay Raiders' – landless cottars from Barra and Mingulay who carried out a land raid on Vatersay, establishing crofts on the neglected land. Despite the eventual failure of the Land Raid, Nan's family were eventually given a croft in Baile, Vatersay following the purchase of land on the island by the Congested Districts Board.

Nan's repertoire was among some of the most extensive and varied of her generation, and this is reflected in the recordings of her featured on the Tobar an Dualchais website. She came from a rich musical tradition, and was said to know around 400 songs by heart, most of which she learned from her mother. After receiving her schooling on the island, Nan left home when she was seventeen and – as was common for women of her age at the time – spent a number of years in service for a variety of people in Argyll. She also worked at the herring for a time, in both Shetland and Yarmouth before going to Glasgow. One of her sisters died suddenly in 1940, leaving four young children and a husband who was away at sea for long periods. Nan returned home to Vatersay to raise the children and remained there for the rest of her life.

Nan McKinnon had a great fondness for the stories and songs she knew, and she was convinced of the importance of the oral tradition to Gaelic communities. Growing up she would spend hours practising them until she knew them in their entirety. As Nan herself commented: "[Each story] tells the ways of the people that lived in those days. The waulking songs kept news alive from generation to generation. There were no newspapers, whereas today we read it in the papers and forget about it tomorrow. But the songs kept it alive. Those happenings that happened centuries ago are still to be told in song and story. It's wonderful." Over and above her repertoire of songs, Nan was also well known for her tales and legends – often of a supernatural nature – and her captivating story style. She also had a deep knowledge of the traditions of Uist and Barra, and was recording speaking about a variety of subjects from cures to feast days, to interpretations of omens and dreams. Her knowledge of the material culture of her native island was also extensive, and her recordings include discussions about traditional diet, including about what would be eaten when food was scarce.

There are almost 1,000 recordings of Nan on the Tobar an Dualchais website, the earliest dating back to 1953 when she was recorded by Donald MacPherson for the Canna Collection, several other visited her and recorded her over the years, she must have been quite the wee celebrity on Vatersay

James Ross summed up her significance as a tradition-bearer by saying: "Nan is the type of person that the folklore and folk-song collectors dream about. There is absolutely no trace of 'memory effect' as she responds to queries … Her answers are always a direct affirmative or negative, usually … the former. She never has to search her mind, and this, together with her unstinting co-operation, endless patience and subtle sense of humour, made the work of collecting a joy."

At the link below you can listen to Nan singing Griogal Cridhe, (literally "Gregor of the Heart", or "Beloved Gregor". It is a traditional Scottish lament and lullaby that was composed in Gaelic by Mór Chaimbeul ("Marion Campbell"), the widow of Griogair Ruadh Mac Griogair ("Gregor the Red MacGregor") (1541–1570), the chief of the Clan MacGregor of Glen Strae, who was executed at Taymouth Castle, Perthshire, on April 7th, 1570. There are many versions of the lyrics

Griogal Cridhe

Chorus;

Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan i ri

Òbhan i ri ò

Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan i ri

'S mòr, mo mhulad, 's mòr.

'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram,

Sìde nan seachd sian,

Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan

Ris an gabhainn dìon.

Eudail mhòir, a shluagh an Domhain,

Dhòirt iad t'fhuil o'n dè,

'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich

Tacan beag bho d'chrè.

B' annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe

Teàrnadh chruidh le gleann,

Na le Baran mòr na Dalach,

Sìoda geal mu m' cheann.

Chan eil ùbhlan idir agam,

'S ùbhlan uil' aig càch,

'S ann tha m'ùbhlan-s' cùbhr' ri caineal

'S cùl a chinn ri làr.

'Nuair a bhios mnàthan òg a'bhaile,

'Nochd nan cadal sèimh,

'S ann bhios mis' air bruaich do lice,

'Bualadh mo dhà làimh.

Many a night, wet or dry

weather of the seven elements

Gregor would get me a rocky shelter

Against the storm

Greatest treasure in all the world

They spilt your blood yesterday

And they put your head on a post of oak

A little way from your body

Would that I were with beloved Gregor

Herding cattle in the glen

Than with the great Baron of the Dale

White silk around my head

I have no apples at all

Others have all the apples

My apple with the fragrance of cinnamon

The back of his head to the ground

When the young women of the village will be

Tonight sleeping soundly

I will be at your graveside

Beating my two hands

With the above being a lament I thought I would post another song from Nan, Haoi Ho Nach Dannsadh Sibh E is a much more upbeat song, according to the notes Nan’s mother heard this song from Lewis women at the fishing. Another source tells me that this is the only variant of that song, so without t the work of the likes of Donald MacPherson, and indeed Margaret Fay Shaw, some of these songs would have been lost to the world, they are an integral, very important part of our Gaelic roots. This song is a light vocal dance tune with a love theme. The song is of the type common among the women who worked as herring gutters.

https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/108438?l=en

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Em's County OC Intros!!

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These are my UK County OCs. Some are still a work in progress. I, myself am from the East Midlands so they're my most developed characters.

Counties in England are like states in the USA. For example, 'Staffordshire' is of the same status within the UK as 'Massachusetts' does in America!

If anyone has any suggestions or questions, leave them in my ask box and I'll 100% reply!

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East Midlands

Derbyshire - Elizabeth Kirkland

Leicestershire - James Kirkland

Lincolnshire** - Henry Kirkland

Northamptonshire - William Kirkland

Nottinghamshire - Adelaide Kirkland

Rutland - Teagan Kirkland

North Lincolnshire - Jack Kirkland

North East Lincolnshire - Ella Kirkland

West Midlands

Staffordshire - Mason Kirkland

Warwickshire - Fran Kirkland

Shropshire - Alexander Kirkland

Herefordshire - Darla Kirkland

Worcestershire - Benjamin Kirkland

North West

Lancashire - Alfie Kirkland

Merseyside - Jude Kirkland

Cumbria - Cleo Kirkland

Cheshire - Jess Kirkland

London

Greater London - Charlotte Kirkland

North East

Northumberland** - Daniel Kirkland

Tyne - David Kirkland

Wear - Georgia Kirkland

Durham - Lottie Kirkland

South West

Oxfordshire - Katherine Kirkland

Somerset - Eleanor Kirkland

Cornwall** - Elestren Southcott-Kirkland

Devon - Barney Kirkland

Dorset - Callum Kirkland

East Anglia

Cambridgeshire - Louis Kirkland

Norfolk - George Kirkland

Suffolk - Edith Kirkland

Scottish Islands

Orkney - Anya Kirkland-Bondevik

Shetland - Charlie Kirkland-Bondevik

Skye - Lillian Kirkland-Bondevik

Barra - Katie Kirkland-Bondevik

Yorkshire

South Yorkshire - Thomas Kirkland

North Yorkshire - Isaac Kirkland

West Yorkshire - Natalie Kirkland

East Riding of Yorkshire - Dana Kirkland

South East

Berkshire - Darren Kirkland

Essex** - Summer Kirkland

Hertfordshire - Joanna Kirkland

Kent** - Joshua Kirkland

Surrey - Maximilian Kirkland

Bedfordshire - Alison Kirkland

Hampshire - Nicole Kirkland

East Sussex - Theodore Kirkland

West Sussex - Candice Kirkland

Isle of Wight - Claire Kirkland

**Ex-nations

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♡ FULL NAME: Nyx Astraeus Moonshadow ♡ KNOWN AS: Night Star ♡ BIRTHDAY: June 15, 1980 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male - He /Him ♡ ORIENTATION: Bisexual, Demiromantic ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 6’1” ♡ WEIGHT: 160 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Changes Colors ♡ HAIR COLOR: Changes Colors ♡ SPECIES: Wizard (Human), Metamorphmagus ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: London, England, Great Britain. Castlebay, Isle of Barra, Scotland. Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Storm Chaser, Adventurer, Explorer, Entertainer ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Hippogriff ♡ WAND: 14¾″, Tulip Wood, Fairy Wing-Mermaid Hair-Werewolf Nails ♡ FACECLAIM: Zolvin

BIOGRAPHY

On the night of June 15th, Nyx was born to two pureblood wizards. Roxas Timothée Moonshadow and Romielle Nyxiana Morningstar in Castlebay, Isle of Barra, Scotland. Where despite being born to pureblood wizarding parents, he was raised to believe that love was stronger than anything. It didn't matter the blood status of someone, if you love them and they were of consenting age then don't worry what other's think. Yet the couple that would babysit him when his parents were working, taught him to believe in the ideals of pureblood supremacy. Which confused him to the point he didn't know what he believed, yet as he grew older the more he realized that the ideals of pureblood supremacy was bullshit.

The more time Nyx had spent with Nolan and Saoirse Burke, the more it felt like they believe they were his parents. Felt like they were trying to get him to believe it too but when he mentioned to his parents and they talked to his babysitters about it, they would make it seem like he was crazy. Maybe he was crazy or maybe he was just confused, especially since they had their own kids, Nyoka Keres Burke and Preston Atreus Burke. Either way it's what it felt like to him, so much so that he didn't want to be around them. Rather go to work with either his father as his wand shop or his mother at her shop, which was a bookstore, a craft studio, an arcade, and a café. And luckily sometimes he was allowed to go with them but other times, he wasn't so lucky because he couldn't go with them so he was stuck with the babysitters who still kept giving him those unsettled vibes.

As Nyx grew, his love for adventures began to blossom. He would rather be out exploring than trapped inside all day, even liked pretend that he was sharing his findings with the world. It had amused his parents, his family, his friends, and even his babysitters at times. It almost amused most who witnessed but it seemed some weren't to happy that he was an adventurous and curious child, to the point he sometimes would find himself in trouble. But it was a cold, snowy December day shortly after he turned eight when unimaginable trouble found him, Nyx was out on one of his adventures with his dad, uncles, and cousins when warnings of a snow storm cut their adventure short. It was while they were on home when the incident occurred, Nyx was messing around like any typical kid one minute then the next minute he had fell through some ice when his father and uncle wasn't paying attention. It was pure chaos and panic that Nyx almost drowned in frigid water, he would have surely died if it wasn't for his uncle Lumi, who had jumped in and saved him last moment. For his uncles Kei and Jude, who pulled him out of the water so quick, for his father would had wrapped him into his own coat and rushed him home so he could get him help.

It was shortly after that, that his parents began to fight a lot. It had gotten so bad that a few months after Nyx turned ten, his parents split up. Then a few months after that, his mother moved her business and them to London, England while his father remained in Castlebay. At first Nyx was devastated, he didn't want to leave his father and home to start over. Yes, he was told that they'd be sharing custody over him, meaning he'd be taking turns staying in London with his mother and Castlebay with his father. But it just wasn't the same, yet it was his fault for all this wasn't it? Both of his parents say it wasn't but Nyx certainly felt like it was.

It had taken Nyx some time to adjust to the change but soon enough, he was back to exploring, back to adventuring. And while he still preferred Castlebay over London, Nyx was once again a happy child. Even happier when his Hogwarts letter arrived that August after he turned 11, was delighted when his father was the one who made his wand for him. Although he was a mixed emotions when he was sorted into Slytherin, especially after hearing rumors about his house but for most parts he loved everything about it. He managed to make a few close friends, made some enemies as well but he didn't let that stop him from having a good time.

And when the battle of Hogwarts happened, Nyx initially evacuated but he decided to sneak back to Hogsmeade and ending up joining the reinforcements. Once the war was over, Nyx decided to return to Hogwarts to finish his education because life went on. After Nyx graduated, he had managed to get his mother to spend that summer in Castlebay for old time sakes. Wanted to spend one last summer with both his parents before the biggest adventure of his life so far when he went to explore the world. Though during that summer, his old babysitters had tried to set him up with one of their kids. Even tried to convince his parents on an arranged marriage but they declined because they would never take away his free will and he loved them for that. When the summer ended, it was bittersweet saying his goodbyes to his family but the day Nyx started his adventure, he was beyond excited to see what life had instore for him.

EXTRA

Nyx has a twin sister name Roxie Artemis Moonshadow, who was born thirty minutes before him. Rox ended up being sorted into Gryffindor, which is extremely difficult for him at times. Has an older brother named Luka Elio Moonshadow, who was sorted into Hufflepuff. And an older sister named Juniper Emiko Moonshadow, who was sorted into Ravenclaw.

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 Traigh Eais - Isle of Barra; by Iain Campbell on

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Blood of the Hosts Alexander Carmichael records in his notes to Carmina Gadelica that, while collecting runes and invocations in the more southerly of the Outer Hebrides, he heard many strange tales associated with the Spirit-Multitude. He was told by a native of Barra that, after an aerial battle between the rival forces of the Sluagh, the rocks and boulders are stained as with crimson blood. The red crotal obtained from lichened rocks, following upon a spell of hard frost, is called Fuil nan Sluagh, Blood of the Hosts. And it is said that, when the Nimble Men (Aurora Borealis) are giving battle in the air, the blood of their victims falls to the ground; and this 'elf's blood' congeals and forms the stones referred to in the Western Isles as blood-stones. Although to-day belief in the Sluagh is on the wane, Carmichael noted that, since it is from the west that the Spirit-Multitude is believed to come, it was customary to close the doors and windows on the west side of a house in which an islander lay dying, lest any strange contingent entered, and brought ill-fortune to its departing inmate. In some parts of the mainland, where the tradition of the Sluagh is totally unknown, it was the practice to open as widely as possible the door and windows of a dwelling in which a person was on the point of death, so that at the moment of expiry the escape of his disembodied spirit might be facilitated. The persistence with which belief in the Spirit-Multitude prevailed in Argyll is demonstrated by the fact that, when a burial was taking place at Glen Creran, in Appin, as recently as last century, immediately the corpse had been lowered and the earth closed over it, the funeral party used to smash the bier against a certain tree in the burying-ground, so as to render it useless in the event of the Sluagh's endeavouring to lure the dead away with it. To those unacquainted with the intricacies of the Gaelic language, it may be of passing interest to mention that the word, slogan, is derived from the Gaelic words, sluagh, denoting a host or multitude, and gairm, a cry or calling. Hence the true meaning of slogan - the cry of the host, the battle-cry. The Peat-Fire Flame: Folk-Tales and Traditions of the Highlands & Islands. Alasdair Alpin MacGregor.

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The Harris Tweed Act of 1993 states that real Harris tweed is an exclusive material made from pure new wool and is hand-woven by the islanders of the Outer Hebrides, i.e. the isle of Lewis, Harris, Uist and Barra. The high quality that is inherent in this fabric has been perfectly combined with the Made in Germany sneaker from Hummel and Hummel. This Coil R2 features a suede and tweed upper that feels just as good as it looks. The DYNACOIL midsole provides superb cushioning. The pair is finished in style with the Harris Tweed label sewn upon the tongue.

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“Kisimul Castle, Isle of Barra”.

Pastel on white drawing paper, approx 146mm x 90mm.

Subdued colours and dark tones make for a brooding and moody interpretation of Kisimul Castle, protecting the village of Castlebay.

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https://www.tcd.ie/tceh/blogs/vikings.php

Author Tenaya Jorgensen

What happens if when archaeologists excavate a Viking grave, but find no body inside? Are the grave goods found within enough to determine the identity – either sex or gender - of the individual? Perhaps it is time for archaeologists and historians to challenge their assumptions regarding the relationship between artefacts and gender. In order to move forward, we must also look back by re-examining the corpus of existing identifications and the reasons why those identifications were made in the first place.

My PhD dissertation is not about sexuality and gender. I had not intended to take a strong stance on gendered-issues, as my thesis attempts to chart an interdisciplinary macro-history of the Early Viking Age (790-920 AD). As such, there seemed to be little room within my area of study for the finer ruminations required for the discussion of identity politics.

But then I began to catalogue Viking Age Graves across Western Europe, and what I found - well, it bothered me. Of the 64 burial sites in Ireland, only 33 of these sites contained human remains. Of the remaining 31, the cemeteries and single burials were identified solely through grave goods. Similarly, in Scotland, 31 burial sites out of 60 evidenced human remains. The other 29 were, again, identified by Viking Age objects.

Why do we sex and gender Viking graves that contain no bodies?

While it is understandable that graves may be correctly identified through the use of grave goods, I was struck by the confidence with which scholars identified burials as either ‘male,’ or ‘female,’ depending on the assemblage provided.

For example, in the 1940s, Sigurd Grieg compiled Viking Antiquities in Scotland for Haakon Shetelig’s six volume compendium on Viking Antiquities in Great Britain and Ireland(1). Although now over eighty years old, Grieg’s work remains the most comprehensive survey available on Viking Age burials in Scotland. Only a few individual corrections have been made, but Grieg’s survey as a whole has not received any extensive updates, and these updates are much needed.

Grieg states that in 1862, “the skeleton of an aged man, interred with a sword and possibly with a shield,’ was excavated at Ardvonrig, on the Isle of Barra, in Scotland. Also discovered were a tortoise brooch, bronze brooch, bronze peninsular brooch, and a needle case, “evidently belonging to a woman’s grave.” The problem is, only one set of human remains was found. Despite the lack of a second body, Grieg stated that the “mound probably contained a double grave for a man and a woman.”(2) His assumptions were based only around the suggestion of weapons within the grave - no other justification was provided.

Fast forward to 1990, when Kate Gordon at the British Museum re-examined the excavated objects. She ultimately determined that the sword was not, in fact, a weapon, but a weaving sword/baton, while the shield was a pair of heckles, which are also textile equipment. Armed with the findings of her reanalysis, Gordon suggests that the individual buried at Ardvonrig, “in absence of osteological sexing, was almost certainly a female.”(3)

However, even Gordon’s reanalysis bothered me, for why must the individual buried on the Isle of Barra have been almost certainly a female? Marianne Moen’s 2019 PhD thesis, Challenging Gender: A reconsideration of gender in the Viking Age using the mortuary landscape, brilliantly examines this question by analysing common practices and separating exceptions from the rule.(4) That is to say, while women are often buried with textile equipment, and men are often buried with weapons, that does not mean that it is always so. This, of course, brings up a further difficult point regarding sex and gender. According to Jennifer Tseng in the American Medical Association Journal of Ethics, “sex refers to the biological differences between males and females. Gender refers to the continuum of complex psychosocial self-perceptions, attitudes, and expectations people have about members of both sexes.”(5) The former is much more straightforward - if we have a body, that is.

Gendered practices in Viking graves

There can be no conversation about gendering burial practices without mention of the Birka warrior. In 2017, archaeologists confirmed that a burial containing weapons could be positively associated with a female skeleton (Bj.581) through DNA analysis.(6) Response to their publication was swift, and the debate centered around whether the presence of weapons conclusively affirmed that the woman was, in fact, a warrior. The authors, with the addition of Neil Price from Uppsala University, offered a more nuanced take in 2019 when they published, ‘Viking warrior women? Reassessing Birka chamber grave Bj.581.’ While the first article meant to primarily address the genomic analysis, the latter article took greater care in examining the implications of both Viking Age funerary practices and archaeology, and ‘the ways in which we engender the societies of that time.”(7)

So how do we engender the Viking Age? Our representations of the Viking Age are coloured by societal norms of the 20th and 21st centuries - especially in popular culture and outside the confines of a sometimes rather sterile academic environment. That is to say, male biological sex was often synonymous with a man’s gendered identity, and that the role of a warrior was exclusively associated with men and males. As the authors of ‘Viking warrior women?’ themselves acknowledge, ‘the same interpretation [that the body of the warrior belonged to a man] would undoubtedly have been made had no human bone survived at all.’ While these authors suggest that this automatic conflation between men and swords was a product of its time (i.e., the late 19th century), they fail to acknowledge that these types of genderings are still occurring. Furthermore, we know these associations are still occurring today, because the survey of Ireland’s Viking Graves was only published in 2014, and in this survey, bodiless weapon burials are gendered as male.(8)

If we think twice about suggesting the presence of a male when a sword is discovered, can the truth also be said in reverse? If textile equipment is excavated, such as the baton and heckles found on Isle of Barra, does this mean we must automatically attribute the burial to a woman? While no biologically male burials have currently been identified with textile tools, many of the sites contain bodies of indeterminate sex - or simply no bodies at all. Furthermore, what of burials that contain both textile equipment and weapons, but with remains too insubstantial to be analysed for sexing? Moen states the simple and obvious truth: “we are simply asking the wrong questions. Perhaps less rigidity in expected gender roles may be the answer to how to interpret such apparently transgressive burials.”(9) Perhaps less rigidity in sexing burials is needed as well - for we have no sex without a body, and gendering burials based solely on grave goods can only limit our understanding of the people who lived during the Viking Age.

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Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen Review

Recentemente, com o lançamento da notícia da segunda geração, fiquei tão animada que planejei jogar novamente. Também arrastei um amigo para a armadilha e nós dois nos divertimos muito jogando. Mas realmente não é recomendado que os jogadores da nova geração comecem sem pensar. Se você quiser experimentar a primeira geração porque viu o PV da segunda geração, ou quiser experimentar porque ouviu os jogadores antigos se gabarem disso, então. você precisa entender as seguintes deficiências do jogo com antecedência (sem spoilers): 1. Instruções de missão ruins. Algumas pessoas pensam que menos instruções conduzem a uma sensação de imersão, mas a maioria dos jogadores deve consultar o guia porque está preso em uma determinada tarefa. E é especialmente fácil perder alguns enredos ou tarefas mais importantes, então antes de fazer a linha principal, certifique-se de limpar todos os ramais no estágio atual (as comissões do tabuleiro de missões não contam) 2. Explorar o grande mapa da tortura. Não há veículos no jogo (carros de boi não contam), e só existem pontos de teletransporte que podem ser contados em uma mão (e precisam ser colocados manualmente na maioria das vezes, não importa onde você vá). você precisa executar o mapa sozinho e há restrições na barra de resistência e no sistema de suporte de peso. 3. Enredo. Para ser justo, acho o enredo de Long Xin muito bom (pelo menos pode ser classificado entre os jogos que joguei), principalmente o final do corpo principal que revela a verdade sobre o mundo e o enredo principal de Bitterblack Isle, mas a razão pela qual coloquei o enredo como o coloquei nas deficiências porque este jogo tem sinais óbvios de ser apressado. Muitos enredos emocionantes estão concentrados no final, e não há prenúncio. primeira vez que jogo e é confuso. 4. Mecanismo de arquivamento anti-humano. O jogo pode ser arquivado manualmente, mas após a morte do jogador aparecerão duas opções, “tentar novamente” e “ler o save point anterior”, definitivamente! Por favor, tenha certeza! ! Você tem que optar por tentar novamente, pois escolher a segunda opção retornará diretamente ao último hotel salvo, o que significa que o mapa que você passou uma ou duas horas fora será desperdiçado!! 5. Um equilíbrio que não é uniforme. Este jogo é sobre como lutar para derrotar monstros; não vá para Bitterblack Isle no início, senão se tornará um jogo de terror, sim, porque todo mundo tem apenas 4 habilidades; haha Ha ha. 6. Tarefas de preenchimento nutritivo Por exemplo, é a tarefa mais chata escoltar uma carroça de bois, encontrar N flores, matar N monstros e coletar N materiais. Estas são apenas as razões pelas quais escrevi para a maioria das críticas negativas na Internet. Claro, há muitas mais que não mencionei. Se você leu pacientemente o que foi dito acima e sente que pode tolerar essas deficiências, então parabéns, você terá uma aventura épica e incomparável a seguir. Incluindo, mas não se limitando a: um conteúdo de ouro da Capcom, excelente sistema de combate, magia cheia de impacto, ecologia de monstros comparável a Monster Hunter, ricos detalhes estranhos, batalhas épicas contra BOSS e um senso de destino.

OBS: Depois de ler muitas discussões acaloradas, eu realmente gosto deste jogo, então anotei isso na minha cabeça e espero que todos possam ser mais gentis uns com os outros.

[scotianostra]

October 5th 1849 saw the lighthouse at Ardnamurchan Point illuminated for the first time.

This is quite interesting, not in so much of the lighthouse being lit up for the first time, but that it dispels a myth about the most westerly point on the mainland of the British Isles, many people think it is Lizard Point in Cornwall and think, not only is it the most southerly, but most westerly. The most Westerly is actually a rocky outcrop called Corrachadh Mòr, less than a mile from Ardnamurchan Point.

Apart from that the Lighthouse here is one of the most remote points in Scotland, to reach it you have to drive along a single track road for about 30 miles.

Now onto the place itself, there have been many arguments about this name, two of the most likely are, Point of the sea-hounds or otters, (Airde meaning Point, Muirchu meaning sea-hound or otters) and the Point of the pirates or wreckers (where the “col” from Muirchol means wickedness).

The site for the lighthouse was chosen in 1845 and 20 acres of land was bought for the sum of £20.00. The land was owned by Mr Alexander Cameron who was also paid, rather grudgingly, £58.00 for any inconvenience during building operations. It was designed by Alan Stevenson, one of the Stevenson dynasty of lighthouse engineers who between them were responsible for building 97 lighthouses in Scotland.

Yes it’s remote, but back in the 19th century it would have seemed even more so, during the three years it took to build the Lighthouse Scurvy broke out among the workmen and a doctor had to be called in to treat them, we could have done with Dr James Lind, the subject of yesterdays post to help with that!

On completion two lighthouse keepers were appointed at a yearly allowance of £18.00. They kept at the station two cows and about a dozen sheep.

The lighthouse wasn’t without incident, during a storm in 1852 lightning struck the tower causing broken panes and plaster to come off the walls. Fifty feet of boundary wall was knocked down and 40 feet of road was washed away by the heavy seas. The keepers boat was broken up although they had secured it 15 feet above the last known high water mark.

1988 saw the lighthouse automated, my Uncle Eric was among the electricians tasked with doing this to over 200 structures around Scotland.

Ardnamurchan Lighthouse itself stands 36m high, and its top is 55m above sea level. Getting to the top requires climbing 152 steps, plus two ladders: the first to reach the room with the controls and access to the outside balcony, and the second to reach the light room itself. The views from the top are said to be “utterly magnificent”, on a clear day you can see the Isle of Barra, over 50 miles away.

[kornwulf]

The Isle of Barra has one hell of an airport

I guess there's not exactly enough flat land on this island for a traditional airstrip

[slytherintragedy]

♡ FULL NAME: Tracey Arianna Davis ♡ KNOWN AS: Trace, Ace, Rae, ♡ BIRTHDAY: February 10, 1980 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female - She / Her ♡ ORIENTATION: Bisexual, Biromantic ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood ♡ HEIGHT: 5’4½” ♡ WEIGHT: 130 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Dark Brown ♡ HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown ♡ SPECIES: Witch (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Castlebay, Isle of Barra, Scotland. Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Broadcaster, A Small Café / Book Shop Owner ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Black Bear ♡ WAND: 9¾″, Cherry, Hippogriff Feather ♡ FACECLAIM: Fivel Stewart

BIOGRAPHY

On the night of February 10th, 1980 Tracey was born to a muggle-born wizard and a half-blood witch. She is of Scottish, Russian, and Blackfoot Native American descent on her father's side and Chinese, Japanese, and Korean descent on her mother's side. When she was about six months old, her father was killed by some death eaters. Her mother was so heartbroken, she ended up giving Tracey up for adoption and disappeared shortly after the adoption was final. Which on November 4th, 1980, she was officially adopted to an muggle-born wizard and a half-blood witch, officially becoming Tracey Arianna Davis. Her adopted father was a well known doctor and her mother, a mid witch, friends of her birth parents who couldn't have a baby of their own, which is why her biological mother choose them. And even though she'd adopted, she's loved more than anything.

In 1990, Tracey had found out she was adopted when her biological mother had shown up to her birthday. At first she was upset but after hearing everything, she understood. She was just glad to have her back in her life, a real chance to know about her biological parents. And in 1991, when she started attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, everyone was kinda surprised that she was sorted into Slytherin house but they were proud of her either way.

For the first two years of her school life, Tracey was bullied. So much she had learned to put up with the snide jeers without so much as flinching. Luckily for her, she was practically invisible in her third and fourth year. Fifth year, she almost didn't return because her biological died and all the rumors that were going around had made her parents want to pack up and leave to somewhere safer. Sixth year, she started gaining attention. Something she didn't know if she liked it or not but she rolled with the punches. Seventh year, it was a nightmare and when the battle of Hogwarts happened. She initially evacuated but she decided to sneak back to Hogsmeade and ending up joining the reinforcements.

Despite being occasionally bullied by her housemates, she is friendly with the other Slytherins because it beats the alternative. And besides when they weren’t trying to stab her in the back, they really were fun people to spend time with. Her closest friends however are those who, like Tracey, don’t quite feel that they fit in anywhere —such as Theodore Nott.

Tracey isn't an overly cheerful girl, is prone to the occasional sulk but she’s not much of a weeper. She prefers to stoically accept what she can't change rather than making some useless fuss and wearing herself out getting emotional for no good reason. Besides she doesn't approve of letting others see her cry, especially knowing that they’ll take advantage of any weakness she demonstrates so she makes sure not to show any. She is also aware that strengths can be dangerous too, so she tries not to show-off too much in class or brag about her more-than-decent marks. And for all that she's talented, she's shy about flying in front of her housemates too

After the war, Tracey ends up returning to finish her school years. Once she graduates, she ends up traveling the world. Eventually coming back to where she grew up to settle down and open a café slash book shop called Delicious Escape. On the weekends, she does podcasts/broadcasts. She is just living the best life she can.