#Slavin War Memorial

[roninreverie]

Why Ahsoka's Thrawn isn't actually the real Thrawn

A theory by me, which I am going to be so annoying about for the foreseeable future, so let me just try to get most of it out of my system right here and now. 😅

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So we all know by now that Thrawn is revving up to be the BIG BAD for the live action Star Wars series tying The Mandalorian into Ahsoka and working off of the Rebels finale.

I also remember hearing old rumors that they were going to be pulling a lot from legends lore for this show, and that Timothy Zahn was not really involved at all with the show itself. (Feel free to update me otherwise though.)

Now, the fact that they're calling him the "Heir to the Empire" in the teaser trailer is already a pretty decent confirmation that the legends lore nods are in full swing. So this raises red flags for Thrawn's character, who, as we know from the newer novels, has a bit more motivation to him than his legends counterpart, and while the two are not wholly dissimilar, there have been a few important updates to his character since the early 90's.

Not to mention, I've heard a lot of people saying "If Zahn isn't involved, it wouldn't really BE Thrawn, right?"

EXACTLY!

I have a very strong gut feeling that this Thrawn isn't actually going to be the Mitth'raw'nuruodo that we expect him to be, and here's why:

Evidence #1: The Beskar Spear

In Chapter 13 of Mando, we're introduced to Morgan Elsbeth who was apparently working so closely with Thrawn that Ahsoka Tano shows up to battle her and demand information on his wearabouts.

Do you really believe Grand Admiral Thrawn would think very highly of a woman who had tarnished the artistic craftsmanship and history of Mandalorian armor just to forge it into a spear?

Lest we forget how upset he got at Captain Slavin just for badmouthing Hera's kalikori in Rebels?

But Thrawn is a big-picture kind of guy, so swallowing his opinions on the dismissal to the value of art isn't necessarily out of character for him, and I'm not sure if they ever specified it was Elsbeth who had done the re-forging in the first place.

Moving on!

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Evidence #2 Legends Lore and Fake Thrawns

There have been many versions of Thrawn since his creation in Zahn’s original trilogy/duology series, but did you know that there have also been multiple Thrawns existing in the Star Wars Legends universe?

I won't go into too much detail, but considering the Empire tried to keep Thrawn at arms reach up until he earned his Admiral status, and then some… they had quite a few backup plans to make sure the Chiss stuck around even after his “supposed” death.

Between Moff Vilim Disra hiring a con-artist actor named Flim, to fake the role and trick the galaxy... or the literal clone(s) who were set on backup timers and programmed with all of Thrawn's memories just in case of the Admiral’s untimely demise... it’s not as wild an assumption as you might think that there could be a few faux Thrawn’s roaming about in new canon. 

And we have been getting a lot of interesting nods to clones lately in the Bad Batch, especially concerning Mount Tantiss and the planet Wayland/Weyland.

Just some food for thought.

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Evidence #3: Thrawn’s Death and Continuity

Though Legends and Canon Thrawn do have some similarities and ways to tie together their two universes, there have been updates to his story that cannot be ignored in the new canon, such as his inevitable death.

In legends, Thrawn was killed at the hands of his own Noghri bodyguard, Rukh, who was formally loyal to the Chiss until he learned that Thrawn had not been helping with the ecological disasters of his home planet as he'd promised, but instead had been purposefully keeping them present so that the Noghri people would remain indebted to the Empire. Discovering Thrawn's lies, Rukh stabs him through the chest in the ever-popular “it was so artistically done” scene, thus ending the deceitful Grand Admiral’s life in the old trilogy. 

Unfortunately for the latest iteration of Rukh, Garazeb Orrelios made sure that his new canon self's death was probably not the sort he would be able to get back up and brush off in a surprising twist down the road. 

This left the new-canon Thrawn without an assassin destined to carry out his death, and what many newer fans hoped would mean some sort of redemption arc, given the changes to the character since his reintroduction in Rebels.

I think it can also be stated that the newer version of Thrawn is a bit "kinder" for lack of a better word than his legend's self. Not enough to negate his antagonistic nature in Rebels of course, but maybe just not to the sinister degree as his past counterpart.

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So in closing, I am going to be watching and taking notes, excited to see where this new "Thrawn" in the Ahsoka series, Mando, and heck... maybe even Bad Batch-- will play out.

I am going to be constantly thinking he's a fake until absolutely proven otherwise, hoping that the Thrawn I've spent all these years building up in my head is off saving the Chiss-Ascendancy with Ezra Bridger and Eli Vanto... and getting something of a redemption arc now that he's apart from the Empire.

Newer Thrawn never struck me as an irredeemable villain, especially in the novels, but I guess that's up to time to tell for sure?

I'm not going to let this theory ruin my expectations for the show and the character, of course, but I'll be super hype if this is the direction they've chosen to go with him.

Thanks for reading, if you did, and feel free to keep the discussion going in the replies/reblogs if you have anything to add!

[chunkletskhl]

Left to right: Ilya Kovalchuk, Alexander Ovechkin, and Evgeni Malkin lay flowers at the Slavín War Memorial and Cemetery in Bratislava yesterday as part of Victory Day observances.  (Image Source)

[mikesassdv]

[eretzyisrael]

On a quiet September afternoon this week in a beautifully orchestrated ceremony organized by the Olympic Committee of Israel and the Tel Aviv-Jaffa Municipality Sports Department, a select gathering of dignitaries, sports icons, and most  importantly the bereaved families paid tribute to the memories of the 11 Israeli athletes and coaches killed at the Munich Games in 1972.

The Israelis who died were: Moshe Weinberg, wrestling coach; Yosef Romano, weightlifter; Ze’ev Friedman, weightlifter; David Berger, weightlifter; Yako Springer, weightlifting judge; Eliezer Halfin, wrestler; Yoseff Gutfreund, wrestling referee; Kehat Shorr, shooting coach; Mark Slavin, wrestler; Andre Spitzer, fencing coach; and Amitzur Shapira, track coach. The West German police officer killed was Anton Fliegerbauer.

Chairman of the Israeli Olympic Committee Igal Carmi opened the meticulously executed event, which enabled the country to memorialize those who fell. Blue-and-white Olympic medalists Yael Arad and Shahar Tzuberi were  among those who laid wreaths and lit memorial torches.

Culture and Sport Minister Chili Tropper sent moving words from quarantine, reminding all that the victims of this tragedy were not only our brave athletes, but also were martyrs of the Olympic ideals and  world of sport itself.

Tropper commended the courage and determination of surviving spouses Ilana Romano, Anke Shpitzer and all those who have labored tirelessly for the last 48 years to ensure that the memories of their loved ones would be kept alive.

Following the ceremony, Ilana Romano spoke privately of her husband’s strength, both physical and in character.

Yosef Romano was born in Benghazi, Libya, and grew up in Israel where he became a world-class weightlifter. He is depicted in Steven Spielberg’s movie Munich courageously fighting off the terrorists who had broken into the apartment where he and his fellow unarmed weightlifters were sleeping.

Rather than dwelling on her husband’s heroics or physical  prowess, Ilana remembered his humor, his love of making jokes and his soft and loving manner, saying “he never raised his voice to his daughters.”

Inside Ilana, despite the sweet diminutive figure of a devoted grandmother, beats the heart of an Olympic athlete. Together with a handful of dedicated like-minded  people, she has never been deterred, even when losing battles such as in 2012, when the London Olympics missed an opportunity to properly honor the Munich 11.

Despite setbacks, the International Olympic Committee did make strides and most recently  a magnificent museum was opened near the site of the massacre in Germany.

Fittingly, Israeli Air force commander Maj. General Amiram Norkin led an inspirational flyover of this site, together with Israeli and Luftwaffe fighters, as part of an historic flight that commemorated the liberation of Dachau.

General Norkin invited the surviving families to meet with him before departing for the mission and once again upon his return.

And while unrelated to the memorial service, one little-known aspect of the Munich Massacre is the story of those athletes who survived the event.

Yehuda Weinstein was a 17-year-old fencer who grew up in Rosh Pinah and learned  to fence as a child, when the sport was introduced to the sleepy Galilee community of some 300 families.

At 13, he earned a scholarship to study and fence in England and he continued to develop his skills and eventually qualified for the Munich Games.

Weinstein had been to Munich a month before the games attending a training camp and for no particular reason he chose the second apartment of those allotted to the Israelis. Miraculously this was the apartment that the terrorists skipped over.

Following the tragedy, Yehuda returned to Israel and began his army service, signing a waiver from pilot training so he could dedicate himself to sports. But the ensuing 1973 Yom Kippur war changed all that. Weisntein had to fight to be reconsidered for the course, and ultimately finished the demanding program as a fighter pilot.

During his career with the IAF, Yehuda decided against taking time off to fulfill his Olympic dream. But one particular moment sticks out in his mind: Sitting for hours at the end of the runway in his bomb-laden Phantom at Ramat David waiting to take off and attack the leader of a terrorist organization connected with Black September.

Just before leaving the air force, Yehuda went to the headquarters to have his aviation record certified so he could be accepted as a civilian pilot (he now flies commercially for Arkia).

The young woman who helped him was none other than the daughter of Yosef and Ilana Romano.

To be sure, Munich holds personal meaning for the few who fate selected to be unwilling participants. But the event also forged a collective consciousness for Israelis, Jews and people worldwide.

One of the most eloquent and heartfelt expressions in this regard was made by Germany’s Deputy Ambassador to Israel, Jörg Walendy

“I was not born yet when this terrible breach of the Olympic spirit happened,” said Walendy. “I only learned about Munich in school and on TV. However, the murder shocked me and it still shocks me today.

“To me – a person born after 1972 – but also to the German society as a whole, it is unbearable and shameful that only 27 years after the [Holocaust], Jewish people were faced with such horror – and were murdered on German ground. It is of tremendous importance to remember, to not forget and to pass on the lessons of the past to our children.

“It is up to the next generation – like me – to honor the victims, to educate coming generations and to understand, that this act of murder and terrorism is real – and not something from the past you only hear about. On the contrary, the tragedy teaches us that we have to learn from the past and that we have to stay vigilant so that such acts of murder and antisemitism shall never happen again.”

[coolkidstable]

🌠

i know you didn’t reblog this ask game but if you did i’d hope your first one for me would be procrastination since you sent this ask like 2 months ago slkjlhlshshlsh. but ily so here’s an essay

1) being the patron saint of kureinen 🌚🌝 i mean, obviously, the beginning of that ship literally happened on your birthday (and some less important holiday called “thanksgiving”). there’s also the whole ~china connection where you were SO CLOSE but no. either way your energy is what allowed the GAY to happen and that’s why we have kureinen so we all owe you our lives. you’re also the danton to my sean so like, obviously this is what i associate with you. i have a lot of fond memories of conversations with you, from the literal first time we talked outside the gc bc i was seeing our favorite edgelords w*terparks to that one night (afternoon for you) that we spent like 2 hours completely going through dan and sean’s twitters and compiling screenshots. #TEAMWORK 🤠 it was like 6:30 am my time when we finished and i had class at 9 am shsjdhwjdjwj but i didn’t regret a thing. it’s harder now bc we’re both busy but it’s always so easy and so much fun to talk to you, and every time you come online it’s an absolute gift! also the matching blogs started as a kureinen thing too so i’ll put that here, but i love watching people confuse us for each other 🌚 our themes just get better every month (well it used to be monthly) hashtag blessed. anyway i love you as much as sean loves danton uwuwuwuwuwuwu

2) being possibly the funniest person i know!!! you have so many jokes that won’t even make sense to most people but every time you say them, i absolutely lose my entire mind. like: s**** k*** h*****, calling danton ugly, the bdsm jokes, the kat***ina jokes, making various words bold, and just generally having all the best reaction pics/whatsapp stickers. you’re a clown and i, a fellow clown, love you for it 🤡

3) your art skills!! OBVIOUSLY your edits and gifs are the best of anyone on this site’s, and that’s not up for debate. this also applies to icons, headers, writing, calligraphy, your regular handwriting, random drawings, literally anything. you’re ridiculously talented, and the fact that the bruins haven’t hired you as their graphic designer yet is absolute clownery. on top of you being amazing, though, you’ve also taught me so much about gifs/edits/etc and i’m honored to be able to learn from the best! without you i wouldn’t even know how to make gifs, never mind good ones 🤩

bonus: 

pokemon ;) especially pokemon go, your favorite game,

milk tea!! every time i see it i think of you, and i’ve been meaning to try it but now that we know boston has gong cha i bet it’s going to happen real soon 🌚

stan talent stan loona/blackpink + kpop jokes in general

being sc*murra’s wife but also forsberg’s and pasta’s and celery’s

j*llon :3

pirate daddy karlsson

………pavs :’(

making me stan the sharks in general 

also making me kinda like the preds, you’re very convincing!!

classes being cancelled/suspended (obviously it hasn’t happened to me yet since i’m not in school but come next spring i’ll be making therese kin jokes every time a class is cancelled)

law school 🤠 we stan a future lawyer

the red sox 

skinny legend twunk sale x porcello 

michael chavis

jaccob slavin

stanning the beauts o_O

s********

m*****/*****

just generally being rabid on main (and also an icon)

indie music ;3

eLeCtRiC cHaIr

queen of pettiness (and we all love u for it)

star wars

marvel, obviously

st*ve/b*cky deserved better

me saying i’m going to watch all of the above and still not having done it but it’ll happen 😩

loving tuukka juice

bad catholics by the menzingers ;)

mpp’s biggest fan 🤪

WHAT HAPPENED IN CHINA

k*panen’s tapeworm

anders’ knife + anders being a murderer in general 

i don’t speak rat

j*ssica n*ely

mcdo’s

jolibee

there’s even more tbh but that’s PROBABLY long enough lksjklhslhslhs anyway sowwy this is like 2 months late but i love you and you deserve the world ☺️💖💖

[nicklasha]

On Victory Day in the Great Patriotic War, the national team took part in the ceremony of laying wreaths and flowers at the Memorial to the fallen Soviet soldiers of Slavin in Bratislava.

Then, practice time for tomorrows game against Norway.

[18thfoot]

Royal Irish Regiment soldiers who died on 19th October

1914

2nd Bn

10766 Private Dempsey. Interred Rue-Petillon Military Cemetery, Fleurbaix, France.

10824 Private John O'Neill, New Ross, Co. Wexford. Interred Vieille-Chapelle New Military Cemetery, Lacouture, France.

6999 Bandsman David Kelly, Kirkbride, Cumberland. Commemorated on the Menin Gate Memorial, Belgium. An unusual commemoration this, as Kelly’s date of death seems to be uncertain. 19 October 1914 appears to be the last date on which he was known to be alive. Quite why he is commemorated on the Menin Gate rather than Le Touret Memorial is a mystery.

Interred Bailleul Road East Cemetery, St. Laurent-Blangy, France.

6645 Private Patrick Sweeney, Lismore, Co. Waterford.

10896 Private Edward Byrne, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

10888 Private Daniel Cronin, Cullen, Co. Cork.

8804 Private John Murphy, Birkenhead, Cheshire.

Interred Cabaret-Rouge British Cemetery, Souchez, France.

10941 Private William Roberts, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

6388 Private Robert Morrissey, Freshford, Co. Kilkenny.

5938 Private Doyle, Thomastown, Co. Kilkenny.

Interred Caudry Old Communal Cemetery, France.

7412 Private Edward Rielly, Thomastown, Co. Kilkenny.

8121 Private Thomas O'Neill, Kilmanagh, Co. Kilkenny.

Commemorated on Le Touret Memorial, France.

Captain Alexander Knox

Second Lieutenant Alan Anderson, Dublin.

Second Lieutenant Henry Moore, Delgany, Co. Wicklow.

Second Lieutenant Donald Smyth, Blackrock, Co. Dublin.

Second Lieutenant John Smyth, Ardmore, Derry.

2523 Sergeant William Barry, Kilkenny.

6570 Sergeant Charles Beatty, Gosport, Hampshire.

5493 Sergeant Andrew Brien, Kilmore, Co. Wexford.

9270 Sergeant Michael Forkin, Hull, Yorkshire.

9724 Sergeant Frederick Hill, Woodford Green, Essex.

6833 Sergeant William Turnbull, Newcastle On Tyne.

3990 Lance Sergeant William Grace , Kilkenny.

9301 Corporal Jeremiah Dowd , Wexford.

5981 Corporal Stephen Horrigan, Dungarvan, Co. Waterford.

10745 Corporal Edmund Ryan, Knocklong, Co. Limerick.

9870 Corporal Edward Ryan, London.

6952 Lance Corporal John Brien, Wexford.

9363 Lance Corporal Michael Denny, Fethard, Co. Tipperary.

10815 Lance Corporal James Duggan , Midleton, Co. Cork.

5917 Lance Corporal Patrick Fahey, Carrick On Suir, Co. Tipperary.

10518 Lance Corporal Robert Fernie , Tramore, Co. Waterford.

4463 Lance Corporal Charles Hale, Fermoy, Co. Cork.

6186 Private William Aylward, Knocktopher, Co. Kilkenny.

6017 Private Daniel Barrett, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

7253 Private Thomas Berry, Tullow, Co. Carlow.

6237 Private James Biggane, Mitchelstown, Co. Cork.

6615 Private David Brien, Waterford.

6599 Private John Brooks , Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

4574 Private John Burke, Urlingford, Co. Kilkenny.

6266 Private John Burke , Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

6536 Private Cornelius Burke , Cork.

4391 Private Philip Butler, Newtownbarry, Co. Kilkenny.

5723 Private James Cahill, Waterford.

7667 Private Matthew Canavan, Ballon, Co. Carlow.

6690 Private Michael Carberry, Waterford.

4380 Private Patrick Cardiff, Taghmon, Co. Wexford.

6767 Private John Carey, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.

10641 Private Richard Carroll, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

6123 Private Christopher Casey, Tipperary.

4376 Private Patrick Casey, Nenagh, Co. Tipperary.

6616 Private Charles Churchill, Dublin.

10831 Private John Clifford, Limerick.

8761 Private Joseph Climpson, Chesham, Buckinghamshire.

6347 Private Stephen Collins, age 16. From Waterford. One of six brothers who served, four of whom were killed.

4711 Private Thomas Condon , Doneraile, Co. Cork.

7755 Private William Connolly, Waterford.

6341 Private Michael Connors, Waterford.

5432 Private James Copeland, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

4803 Private John Coughlan, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

5775 Private James Cullen, Nenagh, Co. Tipperary.

4347 Private James Dempsey, Ballycogley, Wexford.

6622 Private William Dillon, Waterford.

5928 Private Thomas Donovan, Golden, Co. Tipperary

3965 Private Patrick Doyle , Ferns, Co. Wexford.

7471 Private John Dunne, Tyrone.

10864 Private Denis Dwyer, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

4555 Private Richard Fahey, Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary.

6712 Private Peter Farrell, Ferns, Co. Wexford.

5917 Private John Fitzgerald, Limerick.

8535 Private Patrick Fitzpatrick, Ballacolla, Co. Laois

6543 Private James Fleming, Dublin.

6524 Private James Flynn, Waterford.

6870 Private Thomas Flynn, Galway.

6130 Private Patrick Flynn, Dungarvan, Co. Waterford.

7067 Private Harry Foat , Liverpool.

5612 Private Frederick Forsey, Waterford.

6775 Private Thomas Furlong , Waterford.

7455 Private William Gagan, London.

4072 Private James Green, Waterford.

4853 Private James Griffin, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

6212 Private Michael Griffin, Tramore, Co. Waterford.

6682 Private Michael Halley, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

5079 Private William Halloran, Galbally, Co. Tipperary.

8237 Private Thomas Halpin, Liverpool.

6637 Private James Hayden, Ferns, Co. Wexford.

8054 Private David Higgins, Cork.

4158 Private Patrick Higgins, Kilkenny.

7395 Private Thomas Holton, Dublin.

10643 Private John Humphreys, Gorey, Co. Wexford.

10750 Private William Hunt, Waterford.

3489 Private Thomas Kavanagh, Kilkenny. His brothers Edward and James also died in the war.

10711 Private Michael Kelly, Dublin.

5870 Private Mark Kelly, Tagoat, Co. Wexford.

5177 Private Michael Kelly, Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary.

5532 Private Patrick Kelly, Athlone, Co. Westmeath. Served in the Tirah Campaign, 1897-8.

3880 Private Edward Kennedy, Gorey, Co. Wexford.

4120 Private William Keogh, Callan, Co. Kilkenny.

8186 Private James Kiely, Waterford.

6073 Private James Kinsella , Waterford.

6533 Private John Lacey, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

6396 Private Thomas Lawless, Tramore, Co. Waterford.

4551 Private John Lawlor, Killinick, Co. Wexford.

9079 Private William Love, Canterbury.

5940 Private Michael Lukeman, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.

10692 Private Patrick Maddock, Portlaw, Co. Waterford.

7643 Private Martin Maher, Two Mile Borris,  Co. Tipperary.

10589 Private Patrick Mahoney, Youghal, Co. Cork.

5993 Private Michael Malone, Waterford.

6286 Private John Manning, Charleville, Co. Cork.

10599 Private John Martin, Dublin.

4226 Private Peter McCarthy, Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary.

5925 Private John McGrath, Waterford.

4381 Private William Mernagh, New Ross, Co. Wexford

4174 Private Patrick Minihan, Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary.

7555 Private Matthew Moore, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford

6486 Private James Moran, Kilkenny.

5873 Private Michael Moran, Waterford.

4706 Private William Morrissey, Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary.

8191 Private Martin Morrissey, Dungarvan, Co. Waterford.

5089 Private Cornelius Moynihan, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

8156 Private James Murphy, Bagenalstown, Co. Carlow.

4068 Private Matthew Murphy, Wexford.

4316 Private Patrick Murphy, New Ross, Co. Wexford.

5406 Private Richard Nolan

4438 Private John O'Brien, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.

8490 Private John O'Brien, Limerick.

9316 Private Thomas O'Brien

4931 Private William O'Grady

8059 Private Timothy O'Leary, Cork.

8410 Private Patrick Phelan, Kilmacthomas, Co. Waterford.

6463 Private William Power

6061 Private Edward Power

6573 Private Maurice Power

6291 Private Michael Power

2796 Private Andrew Reeves, Mallow, Co. Cork.

6493 Private John Rochford

5972 Private John Ryan, Thurles, Co. Tipperary

6674 Private John Shaw

6259 Private Stephen Sinnott

8299 Private John Slavin

6679 Private Thomas Spillard

4906 Private John Stephens

5971 Private James Swift, Waterford.

6579 Private William Toole, Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford.

267 Private William Treacy, Naas, Co. Kildare

6156 Private Edward Wall

4693 Private Joseph Walsh

5427 Private Patrick Walsh

3093 Private Patrick Walshe, Kilkenny.

7389 Private Michael Whelan, New Ross, Co. Wexford.

8917 Private Michael Whelan

[miss-bullets-and-booze-blog]

Legend of the Furyborne

**Rated-R for some NSFW Content**

(( The Furyborne -is- indeed a sect that is created by me and not canon to the actual game of FFXIV. However, if you’d like to learn more about it or happen to be interested in roleplaying a place as being a Furyborne, do shoot me a message! I’d love to discuss it!!! ))

It had been several days since she’d saw the man… and for the first time of many others since she caught mere glimpses of him, the bastard had refused to leave her mind. It was… boggling. To what reason was there for him to even be remotely present into the mind of someone who made it her business to keep her thoughts focused on one premise, and one premise alone. Her work. In this case, flashes of ideas… graphic scenes, to be more accurate, filled her mind. –Very- graphic. Her being wrapped into his arms as he kept her in place, his words filling her ears as he filled her up entirely. The way her nails gripped into his flesh with purpose, her toes curled with excitement and the fashion in which she bared her teeth into a prideful grin while he completely sheathed himself into her. By wrapping his arms about her, she meant one locked about her waist while the other bore his hand clamped about her throat.

    That was when the sound of glass shattering to the ground had caused her to jump in the most uncharacteristic of fashions. The woman hissed sharply, even as Contessa made her way over to her in order to proceed with the cleanup. “Shit… me apologies, Tess… Me mind’s been o’ bit distant as o’ late.” The elezen would merely chuckle softly as she proceeded to clean after her boss. “It’s of no mind, Commander. Perhaps you do best getting a bit of rest?” Fenra squatted down to assist her in tending to the broken pieces. “A full damned bottle o’ rum. Jus’ got it fro’ Aleport an now it be all ova’ me floors.” If there was something that Fenra despised more than a failed mission, it was wasting her booze. In any manner.

    Contessa was understanding, however. The woodland woman from the Shroud had come to work or the Commander for a few years now. She, and a few others who were sharper around a home than they were on any field. A chosen decision of preference. While Contessa had been fair with a bow, she was far better at keeping her office space and the upstairs tavern up to par. For that, Fenra was grateful. She paid her and the others a pretty bit of gil for their efforts. This included that of her retainers. “With all due respect, ma’am, but you have been quite busy these days. What do you believe is causing you the trouble? Is it the night terrors? You’ve been avoiding sleep again lately.”

     Night Terrors. In laymen’s terms, bad dreams. Really –really- bad dreams. The kinds that kept her more awake than she should’ve been most nights. Fenra ridded herself of the broken pieces of bottle parts into a small pail and Contessa followed suit. Concern had appeared to splay over her features as her furrowed brows made it clear that she’d been wondering what exactly had been troubling her employer. “Nah… not really. Can’t really place me finger on it. An trus’ me. I want to.” Want was an understatement in this case. She –needed- to figure it out.

    “I grew up bein’ o’ bane to me people. Highlanders often don’t believe in mixin’ their blood wi’ othas. Not in tha’ ol’ days. Didn’t matta’, though. She loved me fatha’. When I was born, they called me all sorts o’ things outta’ malice an’ spite. It bothered me some but it wasn’t what made me wonda’.” She moved from the incident of the bottle to find something that’d be better suited in cleaning up the mess. “Ye’ ‘eard o’ tha Touched Ones, righ? Wha’ tha’ beast men call their own who’ve submitted to tha’ call o’ their Primals.” Contessa knew all too well. In fact, she’d had more than her run in with the Ixal who claimed the lives of her family when she were but an adolescent. Her history with beastmen were quite keen. Thus, she nodded her head in earnest.

      “See, I always though’ me hair was fro’ my fatha’. An… I still do. Won’t take tha’ away. But it ain’t natural for Highlanders ta’ be born wi’ this… look. Course, ye’ get old an grey as ya’ go, but the white hair ain’t too… common.” She��d tug the broom from the corner of the mini bar wall, pacing back to assist Contessa in the tidying. “ Ma’ tol’ me tha’ rumors o’ white-haired highlanders babes tha’ were bore were sometimes put ta’ death ‘fore they coul’ even get a full breath o’ air or their parents would escape Ala Mhigo ta’ raise ‘em elsewhere. There were considered ta’ be a danger to othas. They were called Furyborne; childen o’ Rhalgr born wi’ so much rage in their hearts tha’ they couldn’t be properly accepted into normal society. I’d grown up ‘round o’ few… an’ by few I mean three. They were me closest friens growin up. I was tha’ baby o’ em.”

    Contessa listened with intent, slipping the broom from Fenra’s hands with interest, observing the distant expression that the winter wolf held onto. “I knew each o’ them so well ‘fore I even knew ‘em. Like… we were meant ta’ know one another. Was o’ bit hard ta’ explain. I ain’t have siblings back then an growin’ up, they were all I had. Lene Windstorm was me blood cousin, me uncle bein’ me ma’s closest brotha’. Her hair wasn’t fully white like me own, but she had so many streaks in it tha’ it set folks on end. Funny thing was she was so small in frame. Her mama was a midlander, so she ain’t gain too much body but she was as pretty as a picture. Then, there was Bjorn Warscream. He was o’ neighbor o’ mine. Both his parents were followers o’ the Fist an were killed when tha’ King los’ his mind. So, ran tha’ streets mostly. Anotha’ white haired menace like me. An’ then, there be Rennir Boarsblood. Bastard was massive fer his age. Always was. But he was as gentle as they come. Til ye’ pissed ‘em off.”

     Fenra sighed deeply, having moved to find her seat and flopping into it as she resigned into deep thought. “It was Lene they were teasin’ when I made me firs’ kill… Bjorn an’ Rennir were there, too. They woulda’ rid themselves o’ all o’ us if Teacher ain’t show. Me Grandmaster. Marin was the only otha’ white haired Ala Mhigan I’d eva’ seen. Smart, strong… an perfectly at peace. She helped us… helped me learn ta’ keep me anger in check. How ta’ know when there be o’ time fer rage, ta’ embrace Rhalgr’s gift… an where there be o’ time not to. She taugh’ me tha’ truth an ways o’ comin’ inta’ this world as o’ Furyborne. Somehow, I’d been betta’ at it than tha’ res’...”

      “See, Furyborne are an’ odd bunch. We can… somewhat locate one anotha’. Tell when one be close or slinkin’ abouts. It’s this odd aetherical connection tha’ none o’ us can really explain. Sometimes, it be real shallow. Like lookin at yer reflection in tha’ water, jus’ ta see if ye’ really there. Then, otha’ times ye’ come ta’ be real close. Lene, Bjorn, an Rennir ta’ this day be the greatest friends I eva’ knew. More blood than me own at times… But on a rare… -distinctly- rare occasion, you’ll cross one tha’ be so damned deep, so strong tha’ ye’ won’t know wha’ ta do wit it when it hits ye’. Those can eitha’ be real good, or real real bad. Sometimes both.”

      The elezen woman had found herself seated into one of the plus chairs at Fenra’s desk. She’d already finished doing so, leaving not a shard behind. The woman was quite meticulous. Fenra finally noticed her sitting there, offering her a simper smile as she proceeded. “They put alotta’ Furyborne on tha’ front lines. We’re so damned unpredictable tha’ its tha’ bes options fer mos’ Generals or tha’ like. When tha’ Imperials came, we put out trainin ta’ use… Rennir died on those front lines, cleavin’, hackin’ away. Said he took in ‘bout fifty arrows for he fell. He was almos’ twenty. Bjorn lived long ‘nough ta’ head o’ sect in tha’ Resistance. His sect got infiltrated so they coul’ get close to ‘em, poisoned his men an’ him. When he ain’t die, they tried ta’ rush ‘em. Executed o’er seventy-somethin or more men in his release, poison still in his blood. Still ain’t die. Shot ‘em, stabbed ‘em… it took ‘em ta’ cut his head off clean fro’ his shoulders ta’ stop ‘em. Even then, his body thrashed ‘bout tha’ place. He was ‘bout twenty-three or four.”

     “Then, there were Lene. War made ‘er hard… made ‘er strong. She outlasted tha’ boys. Prolly cause she done seen wha’ they did to ‘er family. Fried ‘em in fron’ o’ ‘er… ruined ‘er mama in fron’ o’ er. She fought her damned ass off. Las I remembered o’ ‘er was havin’ left afta’ savin’ so’ orphans fro’ slavin’. One day, I’d been assistin’ Teacher on o’ new strategy when ‘er body came back in pieces. They said she’d fought ‘em all, killed ‘em all ‘ore they captured an’ tortured ‘er. Ye’ couldn’t even –recognize- ‘er with how badly she’d been…” The woman shook her head furiously, the feelings of those pains, that anger stirring deep within her bones. Her fingers folded into her palm, forming a tight fist as she’d regain the composure of her angst. “I’d not even known she’d been wi’ child. They sent it back in o’ box as well.”

    For a while, moments that seemed like ages, would pass through the both of them. Contessa would avert her glance as to not look the amber-eyed woman in the face while a tear fell from her closed lids. The fact that Fenra sat before her, undaunted by such memories… No wonder she’d never slept. Naturally, it had only been some of her memories. How many more were there? What else did she not speak about? To be frank, it had been the most she’d spoke on anything regarding her past. She’d always wondered but never did she dare ask. Contessa rose her hand to quickly wipe away those stray tears, moving so to quickly return to her duties.

    “You must eat, Commander. I received notification from the Storms that the all of the Wyrmguard Coalition, including Kenji Nasagi, M'aeltaa Ktemo, Talyn Wroth, Patient Thorn, and Caelyn Nunh, are doing well aside from the notice that their Hall has been... lively as of late. A keen eye is being kept on the one called Kanko Cinderkin, at your behest.” She turned from her, having paused a moment as she gazed behind her to note that Fenra had not even moved. “Rokuro Sato left a letter for you before departing to Kugane, Torrad Fireblood has recently made voyage from Costa del Sol... and the eyes you’ve left on Choris Noimasyn state that he has returned safe and sound. Your other kin in La Noscea are safely under constant surveillance. Sand Shark claims all is well in Little Ala Mhigo, while Jackson Meril and Drauvault Malofont have also checked in. Your sisters remain at sea, but their vessel has been unharmed. As for other Agents of the Syndicate, they’ve all sent their regards and assurance of their whereabouts” 

     There was a mindful pause of the woman, knowing very well what it is she did not want to hear. It would need to be said regardless. “Unfortunately, the search for your brother, Varin is still underway. I will update you if I have any further information at supper. I am sure we will find something soon...” Not even a glimmer of a shift. Her head had rested onto the back of the high-rise chair, her gaze set somewhere in some point of time that had been beyond that room. “Do you still wish me to ensure the safety of the Miqo’te, V’nhea Nunh?” All she could get out of her had been a single, slow nod. While it was to be left or question, it’d been enough to get her moving hastily to the upstairs, leaving the mocha-skinned woman to her thoughts.

       Varin Fiske, the younger twin of her brothers, had recently gone missing. The two often had a habit of getting into all sorts of trouble but this particular situation bode unwell. Never had the two been a part longer than a day or two. A week had passed now, and the only sign of him left had been that he’d been seen in Ul’dah speaking with a hooded merchant, going so far as to leave with him as well. Fenra had tightened her watch on everyone she’d known who had even a remote semblance of contact with her. So far, all checked in properly in accordance to her Agents. She couldn’t be too sure. After all, she knew that he was watching.

    Furyborne. The unsound and often unseen berserker class of Ala Mhigo. There were not many and their skills varied into whatever the waves of aether had taken them. What they all shared, had been that power of destruction, chaos and mayhem that they desired. The bloodlust and dominance. The ability to conquer through force or execute vengeance through complete and utter annihilation. As far as she’d known, there were very little about… Most having given their lives in the Resistance in one way or another. Up until now, it had been ages since she’d run into any like Aginulf Greywolfe.

   You see, there was another Furyborne that impacted her life in such a manner that Fenra chose not to speak on. A man who made it his plight to destroy her once from all these years. Another whom had betrayed the people he seemed to have no true loyalty towards. One whom she dared share blood with; Ulfin Wolfheart… no, Ulfin Hellsheart as they call him now. Her Uncle. He’d been behind each of the deaths of her closest friends, the wiping out of her family… he knew because he’d been one, much like herself. Born of white hair and silver eyes, he’d been feared the moment he learned to walk. One of those who should’ve never seen this world for too long. Now, as a dog for the Imperials, he made it a preference to rid the world of any other Furyborne except for that of his arch nemesis; Fenra Winterwolf. The two had not crossed paths in ages, with her having remained entirely elusive to his grip… but it was only a matter of time.

  But why now? Why have Aginulf now? She’d known of his existence for a time now but as she’d told Contessa, it’d been a mere reflection upon their crossing. This? This was something different.

And that is what concerned her.

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Bratislava Day 2 / Vienna Day 1

Had a good 2nd day exploring, went to Slavin the largest war memorial in Europe. The views of Bratislava town from there was amazing.

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Bratislava

After having dropped our bags off at the apartment, we decided to head into town for a late afternoon stroll. Our fifteen minute walk into town took us past the Grassalkovich Palace which used to serve as the summer place in the 18th century, now serves as the seat for the current President. It’s an impressive Palace with a nice garden open to the public. Here we took the route into the old town to find the tourist office. Now just so you know it’s not all roses and jolly drinking, from gathering all the information and leaving the office we managed to get through three maps and even had a brief time out. After feeling slightly more composed. We then collected another map and worked our way to St.Martins Cathedral. From here you are also able to get a great view of SNP bridge and the UFO, an observation tower which is suppose to have great views of the city. We then walked along the gardens of Hviezdoslavovo, with many bars & restaurants it seemed quite a tourist spot. At the end you can see the Slovak National Theatre. Feeling a little weary we started to head back home, passing by a little restaurant that offered cheap cocktails and tasty food, so we back tracked and sat down to a pinacolada and Cuba Libre. The food was a very tasty mixed board of meats and cheeses and some very hot chillies. Finally, we carried on our walk home, we took in several unusual statues and Michaels Gate the only preserved gate dating back to the 14th century. It was another 15 minutes and we were back in our apartment for a very quiet early night.

What was a relatively quiet night with the exception of three annoying mosquitoes! We woke at the rather late time of 9:45. Having a coffee and croissant we headed out for an explore only a few things on our list today. The first being the Bratislava Castle, now we don’t want to be typically British, but boy it was hot and it was uphill climbing so to avoid any meltdowns in both ways we stopped for some water, which was tested by the shop keeper thrusting the bottle at Richards arm. We then continued up the hill to the castle, here you can see why it is a steep slope as the views over town were very impressive. With an entrance fee of €8 each it made for a cooling tour. No longer serving as a residence it currently houses museums dedicated to the history of Slovakia. I’m pleased once again to say although there was a fair amount to see there was not a lot to read. From here we meandered our way down through the castle gardens and the narrow lanes. Where we found a lovely bar that had Prosecco on tap and very tasty panini, here was a great place to celebrate our third year anniversary of being on the trip, reminiscing all those 38 countries we have visited. Mostly all good and very pleased to be carrying on with our travels. After okay two glasses well we had a lot to celebrate, we headed off for the blue church, now it was really hot and we spent a lot of time walking in the shade and sitting down we even stopped for a ice cream to cool us down even more. Feeling a little sun beaten we headed home for a couple of hours rest and also to give the outside a chance to cool down. At 19:30 we ventured out for a walk up to the monument Slavin, which is the largest war memorial in Central Europe being 52 meters tall and is the burial ground to 6845 soldiers of the Soviet army. It also has an equally impressive view of the city and it known to be a spot for romantics to see the sun set. Feeling a little peckish we headed for a Chinese only to find like most places today it was closed due to a bank holiday. So we ended up going to a restaurant where we had a a very tasty risotto and potato dumplings with a cream sauce. With a stroll into town to see it at night, all the bars filled with many people eating and drinking we were quite pleased to be heading back. On our way we encountered a lady completely naked apart from a thong and very drunk, not able to communicate with her we decided the best thing would be to tell the police just around the corner, only to be told…so!!! Now in London you would not get away with that so we expressed even more concern and wanting to get rid of us, more so then sorting out the girl, they went to see her.

Bratislava is a very likeable place and can be compared to many of its European cousins like Warsaw, Tallin and Riga. Plenty to see and do but here a more relaxed pace of visiting.

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Views Around Bratislava, Slovakia - April 2017

Bratislava is the capital city of Slovakia, and with a population of about 450,000, making it the country's largest city. Bratislava is in southwestern Slovakia, occupying both banks of the River Danube and the left bank of the River Morava. Bordering Austria and Hungary, it is the only national capital that borders two sovereign states. To read more about Bratislava, click here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bratislava .

This film features extensive views around the city of Bratislava, beginning and ending by the River Danube, before heading towards the Castle and then the Slavin War Memorial and Cemetery. The film concentrates on numerous aspects of the local culture, including architecture, art, religion, history, music and transport.

Within the film, the following locations and features are identified: Stary Most, Most Apollo, River Danube, Stredna priemyselna skola strojnicka, Most SNP, Soldier Monument, Socha P.M. Bohuna statue, RIVA Bratislava, Martin Razus statue, Hotel Devin, UFO:Bar, Razusovo Nabrezie, Holy Trinity Column, Hviezdoslavovo namestie, Hand Christian andersen statue, German Embassy, Hviesdoslav statue, Slovak National theatre building, Victory Monument, Rybarska Brana, Cumil statue, Old Town Hall, Hlavne Namestie, Napoleon's Army Soldier statue, Romer Floris, Jesuit Church, Frantiskanske namestie, Zena S Krcahom, Biela, Konditorei Kormuth, Sedlarska, Michalska, Michael's Gate, Trinity Church, Zupne namestie, Kostol sv. Stefana, Kapucinska, Starometska, Skalna, Zamocka, Palisady, National Government Building, Bratislava Castle, Boroska, Mikulasska, St. Martin's Cathedral, Rybne namestie, St. Martin's Cathedral, Suche myto, Panenska, Godrova, Misikova, Na Slavine, Slavin War Memorial and Cemetery, Hodzovo namestie, Grassalkovich Palace, Planet of Peace Fountain, Postova, Obchodna, Namestie SNP, Bezrucova, St Elizabeth's Church / The Blue Church and Dostojevskeho rad.

This was as part of a week long break in central Europe, in which I visited both Bratislava and Vienna, Austria making extensive films of both capital cities, and staying in three different hotels, of which I also made full video reviews. I travelled from Bratislava to Vienna by boat, and then back again by train, staying three nights in each city. To see all of these films, please click on the links below:

Landing at Bratislava - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mus0zzvSz8E .

Views Around Bratislava - https://youtu.be/Sdm_pMI__14 .

Review: Hotel Devin - https://youtu.be/atkCi0jwF0g .

Views Around Vienna - https://youtu.be/kXDWQHkvjK8

Vienna Hauptbahnhof - https://youtu.be/rMz-9Uw0wro .

Vienna Karlskirche - https://youtu.be/WPirQClpw7c .

Vienna Prater Amusement Park - https://youtu.be/WsRMUbuAEZc .

Vienna Donauaturm - https://youtu.be/U5bK83gBijc

Hotel Review: Star Inn Premium, Vienna Hauptbahnhof - https://youtu.be/l1PTFT2fn_I .

Hotel Review: Lindner Hotel, Bratislava - https://youtu.be/_4N66C9n3PM .

Take-off from Bratislava Airport - https://youtu.be/ABELF_Xcg4g .

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