Day 5 of #BG3FicFeb - "First time seeing companions/LI fight in battle"
Tragedy struggles to sleep, her feelings conflicted after her first battle with her new companions.
It was a beautiful night. The moon shone brightly, and the stars glittered in the velvet tapestry that was the Faerunian night sky. Beneath it all, Tragedy Quron lay awake in her bedroll. It was surely past midnight by now, and all her companions had been asleep for quite some time. That made sense of course - they’d fought quite the battle earlier that day, and were rightfully exhausted. Yet Tragedy couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept lingering on the battle from earlier. It had been the first time she’d seen Astarion fight. It was breathtaking. He wielded his twin scimitars with practised ease, his movements taking on a dance-like quality as he slashed his way through goblin after goblin, a dark grin widening on his face each time he was splattered with someone else’s blood.
The sight had both terrified and entranced Tragedy. The rogue was stunningly beautiful when he fought, yet she could also see the joy he took in such extreme violence. But what really scared her was the way she felt about it. She’d always considered herself to be a good person, though there were many who would disagree simply because she studied necromancy. Yet there was something about Astarion’s bloodlust that was alluring to her.
Sighing, the tiefling gave up on sleep, and climbed out of her bedroll, determined to take a walk in the woods to clear her head. The forest surrounding the Emerald Grove was so full of life during the day, constantly filled with the chatter of birds and small woodland creatures, the sunlight filtering through the leaves creating beautiful patterns on the ground. It was an entirely different experience at night. The woods were silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The moonlight was soft and diffused, the shadows slowly fading in and out as opposed to the sharp edges they had during the day.
Tragedy walked slowly through the fallen leaves and brush underfoot, taking her time to enjoy the crisp night air. It didn’t take long for her to reach a stream, and she stopped on its banks, dipping her hands in the running water and enjoying the cool sensation. But her tranquility didn’t last. A twig snapped somewhere behind her, and Tragedy leapt to her feet, necrotic energy gathering in her palm instinctually. She strained to see what had made the noise, but she could only see in the dark so far, and she was unable to make anything out. The tiefling crept towards the source of the sound, her tail sweeping behind her cautiously as she went. Nothing else made a sound though, and before she knew it, she was back at camp.
Straightening up from her half-crouched position and dispelling the energy she’d gathered, Tragedy shook her head at herself. She’d probably just imagined the sound, she thought, and decided it was time to finally get some sleep. The tiefling crawled back into her bedroll, rolled onto her side, and quickly fell asleep, the walk in the woods having been successful in clearing her head.
She never noticed that Astarion was not in his tent when she returned.
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Sbung[12]
Fur
Nunt[18]
Fus
Linxut[12]
Fuvahwoun
Gudordly (met. "Xut Swern")[12]
Xuk
Meo[14][5] (Ceefung meo math es e harb end xuin; "Zu meo xewn" end "Zu vill e meo")
Xul
Fpam[14][5]
Xunsil
Xubna[12]
Xupak
Miorhist[12]
Xus
Stwope[28]
So
Xuw[14][16]
Soxun
Anly[29]
Sos
Sjetoo[18]
Sost
Tzay[12]
Soz
Wut[14][5]
A
Abneen
Ond (xuin)[5], Us ahar, Us onqod[13]
Ad
Sxuw[14][18]
Arus
Sxuwy[12]
Apuel
Tehiuha[20]
Apun
Goha[12]
Agoum
Arc[12]
Ak
Ris[14][5]
Aseez
Gae[12]
Al
Es[14][5]
Am
Duur[12]
An
Slowot[25] (Qoscwonod es luqener zu "dail," wut ompty; mekenass)
And
Ro[12]
Afuk
Vega[11]
Afuqiv
Onmeghvincent[20]
Afuseen
Vesxem[11]
Ant
Anhi[11]
Awon
Ohan[16]
Adas
Dace[12]
Ath
Arpdun[20]
Av
Tdist[18]
Aponhay
Ufery[20]
P
Raek
Sduce[11][17]
Rael
Cao[12]
Raer
Emkibuan[12]
Raez
Puur[11][14]
Rah
Ell[14][16]
Rahkrok, Rahrok
Erpafanhi[11] "Rahkrok" us e tyta[27]
Kul
Wwovi[20]
Teyth
Tteo[20]
Wou
Osganhi[18]
Wouk
Fana[12]
Wous[31]
Wofuk
Hary[16][5]
Pa(h)
Tinenhi[18]
Pak
Za[14]
Pan
Niun[25]
Pavoen
Erczar[12]
Pavoez
Erpaw[12]
Pavox
Tegocent[12]
Pafut
Woval[14]
Pas
Roha[IAL 2]
Pat
Werd(s)[11]
Path
Covu[25]
Patjuneeg
Werd af Tamor[11][13]
Pavaen
Donqor[12]
Di
Din[18]
Dil
Wzan[14]
Dith
Nigi[15], Birgas/Qamn16
Divaek
Nihan[12]
Diz
Tzan[14]
The Monastery Of Solitude ~ 𝑨 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝑶𝒇 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚
Author : Moin Mir
Pages : 344
Published by Roli Books
Book Description:
In 242 CE Gordian III, caesar and emperor of Rome marched out at the head of his glorious army with the objective of defeating Persia in war. Embedded in the army was Plotinus, a philosopher who nurtured a secret dream - one of reaching India. Plotinus had long yearned to study the Upanishads and he saw an opportunity to reach as far as Persia with the army and then make his way into ancient India. But his dream lay shattered on the banks of the Tigris.
1,780 years after Plotinus’ failed attempt at reaching India, Moin Mir travels in his footsteps fulfilling his dream of reaching India and reading the Upanishads. Through his travels across India, Egypt, Italy, Greece, and Turkey the author tries to understand the core concept of Plotinian thought - ‘Unity and oneness’. He uses Plotinus’ philosophy to observe how the free will of intellect uses ‘unity’ for good and evil. Intimate conversations with refugees escaping war, innocent boatmen drifting down the Nile, simple farmers, and monks in Greece along with observation of ancient art and architecture inform his thoughts and writing on the concept of the oneness of humankind - its immense power to bring good and yet its vulnerability to the stealth of intellect to destroy and self-destruct.
The book starts with important dates & references to Plotinus's travels and also a brief introduction about Plotinus and his works and how it's connected to this book. The author took his time in elaborating the basic principles and teachings of Plotinus and his dream in the introduction itself. To tap into the thoughts of an ancient period is one thing, but to explore the brilliant mind of Plotinus is utterly incomparable.
"So the inmost self of all beings dwells
Enwrapped in every form, and yet remains outside"
Certainly, a book that will make you think, however, it is probably not just for the casual read. To get the most from this book you need to set aside the time to fully digest exactly what it is. It is certainly easy to read and with each chapter representing a different journey and topic following along is easy. Those Greeks were always the ones who intrigued and amazed me, I got to know a few more things about them along with the Egyptians.
"To place being happy in actions is to place it in externals rather than in the virtue of soul"
Well-written and easily readable for those acquainted with philosophy and also for those new to the study. I loved the enthusiasm shown by the author throughout the book, I never expected it to be a super fast read.
Have I been born fated to live in exile."
"What is it with me that I endure a long estrangement from my homeland?
Have I been born fated to live in exile."
Through each journey the author keeps the readers hooked to the book. He started his journey from Rome, visiting important places, following the footprints of Plotinus. He covered Italy, Egypt, Greece and Turkey. Communicating with native people, analysing his own inner thoughts and comparing them with Plotinus's thoughts.
The author did a commendable work in giving us insights from Upanishads, Enneads and Quron. I'm very much interested in that part, as everything is interconnected with each other. The author carefully curated the pictures for the readers to get the visual effects of his descriptions.
con·tent·ed /kənˈten(t)əd/ adjective happy and at ease; satisfied. A weekend of fullness…full of smiles, community, beauty (both artistic and natural) and ease. Thank you Quron, Glen and Vuong for all that you bring to this work. #bbmoves #content #touring #pride #queer #narrative #dance • @bb.moves Queer Mvmnt Festival + San Diego owes us nothing! Our first company tour in a great while was a beautiful experience. We participated in providing a workshop, two panel discussions and two performances. Our work, “The Sweetness of Sweat” (an extract of “Processing Sugar Notes”), was well received. Thank you @vuonguyen_, @maximalyght and @qualified_q for your visceral and spirited performances. Big Thank You and Congratulations to our new friends @disco_riot, @desdance411 @trystanmerrick on a wonderful festival, which in our opinion will be a first of many. #bbmoves #dance #sugar #sweat #Black #queer #pride #losangeles #sandiego #movement #tour #intimacy #resistance #dancefamily (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfZX7DDJoQ0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Would you please unblock me on Deviantart, Twitter and Furaffinity please? What happened wasn't my fault, it was MrDrawingLover's fault for harrassing me over one story that I did. I wouldn't do anything to me, please just unblock me already. If this is about me not telling you how old I was when I was joining the character tf server, i'm in my 20's, I was just too shy to enter it on the server.
for my regular followers: sorry, this is some shit that’s like...completely unrelated to anything you would be aware of. this dude has been harassing me on several other sites and i’ve kind of had it. feel free to skip past this post, or...if you care, ask me for more details, but they’re mostly here
anyway
nathan
i’m gonna clear this up, because you seem to have gotten the completely wrong idea about why i blocked you
i did not block you because i thought you were fatphobic for whatever reason - i’ve never thought that about you and had no reason to. i didn’t block you because of anything mrdrawinglover did, that all came after. the server had nothing to do with it - in fact, as i remember it, we told you that you needed to enter your age, and you left without saying anything. you didn’t have to say it in the server, you could’ve sent a message to the mods and we would have let you in, but frankly i’m glad in the end we didn’t, because the reason i blocked you and have continued to do so was entirely done by your own hand.
the initial reasoning for blocking you was how you acted in the wake of bernadonner no longer wanting to be friends with you and trying to make it at least be a clean break, because you decided instead that you wanted to be vindictive and write creepy stories where you...punish her for that. and don’t pretend those don’t exist because you deleted them or whatever - i saw the tepig one where you use her older username. this isn’t a particularly good way to act, even towards people you hate! it’s deeply creepy and unpleasant. this isn’t how you act when you want people to like you, it sends a message, and the message is “i am vindictive and i will punish you for any perceived slight against myself”. i saw the shit you wrote after she no longer wanted to be friends with you, and i thought, “hm, this guy is kind of weird and creepy. block.” and really, we could’ve just left it there.
but, no, you didn’t want to leave it there, because then you started writing this kind of shit about me and my friends. i saw quron. i saw the rants about me. i saw the weird...fucking, lyrics parodies that did nothing but creep me out. i saw the rants about mrdrawinglover, and the stories you wrote about Definitely Not Him I Swear, and the extended stuff about bernadonner too. i fucking saw you trying to report her to the discord reddit?? what the fuck, dude?? i saw the shit you posted on quora where you re-write the conversations they had with you to make you seem calm and clever and collected while they splutter hypocritically, and i saw the actual conversations they were clearly based on, which really don’t make you look so good, so obviously you’d want to re-write them.
and i know your favourite excuse is “it’s not them because of this minor detail that’s different”, and...man, if you wanna keep believing that excuse for you own sake, then go right ahead, but i’m going to tell you right now: master of subtlety you are not. it is painfully obvious who you are writing about when you write that shit, and it’s not cute either
and that’s enough for a block for life, but then you had to go and rope my boyfriends into it too? acting all simpering and apologetic and trying to butter them up, like they couldn’t just turn to me and ask “hey, what’s the deal with this weird guy?” like i wouldn’t tell them? they have fuck all to do with any of this drama, and i deeply resent that you tried to go around behind my back to them.
i am sick of you trying to evade my blocking you by going to other sites, i’m sick of you trying to harass me and my friends and my boyfriends because you have this fucking unhinged obsession with me. take a fucking hint. stop.
i don’t want to know you, and i don’t want to be friends with you, not when i’ve seen how you treat the people you think are your friends. you’re crying crocodile tears about how sorry and sad you are for what you’ve done, and then maybe a day or so later, if we’re lucky, you keep on being the vindictive little shit you apparently always have been.
that’s why i blocked you, because who would want to be friends with a person like that? i’m fairly sure the only reason anyone deigns to spend time around you is because you hide what an asshole you are from anyone new you meet, re-editing and re-writing and deleting the bad stuff to make you seem like you’ve always been in the right. if anyone cares to ask about the evidence, i have like...plenty of your creepy shit archived and capped. if anyone ever wants to know what a weird little shithead you are, i am flooded with evidence i can show them. you did this to yourself.
don’t talk to me. don’t talk to my boyfriends. don’t talk to my friends. stop contacting us. stop contacting me stop trying to evade blocks, stop trying to act like you’re really sorry when i know you’re going to turn right around and write some other creepy minific that’s Based on a concept, where the concept is me and my friends, and you doing whatever creepy shit you want to do to punish us for daring to slight you.
if you take one lesson from this experience - at the very least, just keep that shit to yourself. like if you have to write it to get it out, then write it, but when you post it publicly, you show your hand as to what a little shithead you really are, and its because you do that that i learned the kind of person you are, and subsequently have absolutely no desire to ever unblock you or have any kind of cordial relationship with you. you dug your own grave. you did this to yourself. the only way this stops happening to you is when you stop doing this shit.
now go...fucking, re-write this or whatever in an sad attempt to make me look bad. whatever you need to do to cope. but just know that you're only winning inside your own head.
Tragedy Quron and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Day 1 of #BG3FicFeb - "What was Tav doing when they were abducted?"
An introduction to my tav, Tragedy, and a small peek into what her life consisted of prior to her adventures in BG3.
Stepping out of a grand building and onto the streets of Baldur’s Gate, Tragedy yawned and stretched her arms above her head, trying to loosen the stiffness in her back from a long day of research. She’d been back in the Gate for a few weeks, and had yet to find any new leads on the kinds of necromantic magic she was looking for. The library in the Upper City was a helpful resource in seeking out potential liches and other powerful necromancers to consult, but she hadn’t had any luck today and she was exhausted.
Her last little adventure had proven useful however. Just last month, Tragedy had been able to track down the lair of a powerful lich who had been terrorising a handful of small villages up north. With some effort, in an epic battle of necromancers, she and her hired mercenaries had managed to come out on top, and the young necromancer had made sure to scour the entire lair for the lich’s spellbook and any loose spell scrolls she had yet to use or transcribe. The lich’s spellbook had been rendered unreadable by moss and mildew, much to Tragedy’s disappointment, but there were a few spell scrolls that remained intact and usable.
All in all, it had been a successful trip - among the lich’s hoard had been a scroll of Blight, and Tragedy had been impatient to get home to her humble apartment in the Lower City so she could transcribe the spell into her grimoire. It wasn’t the most powerful magic she was capable of, but it was the best she’d managed to find in the way of necromancy, unfortunately. Nearly 10 years of research based in this city, and she’d only now found Blight. The world really did make it hard to study necromancy.
It was understandable, of course. Death, and its associated magics, scared people. But Tragedy thought it was beautiful. The cycle of life and death wasn’t something to shy away from, it was necessary. Her parents had always been insistent that death wasn’t as sad and scary as everyone else seemed to think. After all, her mother was an elf, and would far outlive her human husband and half-elf children.
Well, most of her children were half-elves.
Tragedy was a tiefling. Her bubblegum pink skin, pointed tail, and slightly curved horns would have been more than enough to distinguish her from her two older siblings, but she also added to the look by dressing mostly in black and smearing plenty of dark makeup over her delicate features. She’d been picked on a bit by the other students at the academy of magic she had attended as a teen (with free tuition too, as her parents were both professors), but her big sister Lariette had always stood up for her and made sure she didn’t feel like she didn’t belong.
Wandering through the streets of Baldur’s Gate as she reminisced, Tragedy hadn’t noticed that she was almost home. Something had snapped her back to reality as she turned the corner onto her street, but she wasn’t sure what, until she heard the bells. She looked up into the fading orange glow of the late evening sky, ready to start slinging spells if necessary, and saw what she could only describe as an abomination. It appeared to be some kind of great skyship, except for the fact that it was covered in undulating tentacles. It took her a moment, but eventually she was able to recall what this beast was - a nautiloid. Mindflayers. What were mindflayers doing in Baldur’s Gate?
Tragedy gripped the straps of her leather satchel until her knuckles turned white. She was frozen in place for a moment as panic set in, before the screams of her fellow Baldurians cut through the haze. Down the street, a number of long black tentacles slithered their way down alleyways and into side streets, seemingly on the hunt. Each time a tentacle touched someone, they vanished in a puff of smoke, which only made the people around them scream louder.
Finally realising the danger she was in, Tragedy spun on her heel and sprinted up the street to her home. It was still a couple hundred feet away, and those tentacles moved faster than they ought to. The wizard would have been able to cut down the distance some by casting misty step, but in her panicked state she wasn’t thinking clearly, and just kept running instead. 100 feet, 70 feet, 40 feet. She was so close, but she could sense the tentacles catching up. She wasn’t sure if she was going to make it.
The last thing Tragedy saw was the welcoming sight of her front door, her pink, freckled arm reaching out with clawed nails -
Howard Law Student Quron Payne Drops Off Latest Visual For "Be Something"
Howard Law Student Quron Payne Drops Off Latest Visual For “Be Something”
Howard Law Student Quron Payne released an inspirational single titled “Be Something” for the dreamers. After taking a break from the music scene, to pursue an education, Quron Payne said, “I always planned on returning to music. It’s my passion. It’s my love. But being astute in the music business has taught me that “education” is an important part of the business”.
The multi-talented artist not…
con·tent·ed /kənˈten(t)əd/ adjective happy and at ease; satisfied. A weekend of fullness…full of smiles, community, beauty (both artistic and natural) and ease. Thank you Quron, Glen and Vuong for all that you bring to this work. #bbmoves #content #touring #pride #queer #narrative #dance • @bb.moves Queer Mvmnt Festival + San Diego owes us nothing! Our first company tour in a great while was a beautiful experience. We participated in providing a workshop, two panel discussions and two performances. Our work, “The Sweetness of Sweat” (an extract of “Processing Sugar Notes”), was well received. Thank you @vuonguyen_, @maximalyght and @qualified_q for your visceral and spirited performances. Big Thank You and Congratulations to our new friends @disco_riot, @desdance411 @trystanmerrick on a wonderful festival, which in our opinion will be a first of many. #bbmoves #dance #sugar #sweat #Black #queer #pride #losangeles #sandiego #movement #tour #intimacy #resistance #dancefamily (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfZX7DDJoQ0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=