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[onemoreattempt]

Rizz test: can I get a cop or the person whose car I scraped (very much my fault) to donate to my friend’s gofundme while on the phone with them discussing insurance

[collision-academy]

Here is the result of a policyholder that enacting their "Right to an Appraisal Clause" listed in their insurance policy. Video showcases the estimate and process. for a full breakdown, check out my #Blog on #RightToAppraisalClause

[charminglyantiquated]

Nautilus update! I’ve written more in-depth about all of this on the gofundme page and our social media, so I won’t get into the nitty gritty detail here as well, but I wanted to share the news here, for anyone wondering how things are going! Under a cut because it’s long, but tl:dr is we're moving forward, and we'll be okay.

Good news first: The owner of another local sailing company had put one of their boats up for sale the same week as the accident, and after the surveyors told us to expect the worst, he got in touch. She’s now ours, and we’ll be sailing again next summer! We were lucky enough to work on her in the past, and her previous owner wanted has told us he’d initially meant to offer her to us at the end of this season. With a working boat, we can keep our company going, which in turn means we have a means of making money that still allows us the flexibility to work on repairs, and deal with matters in the shipyard as they arise. (The marina also had a multi-year wait for commercial boats, so we were worried about what would happen if we had to bow out for a few years!) We're extraordinarily lucky and so, so grateful - this literally would not have been possible without the fundraiser, and the safety net it gave us, and the way our whole community has supported us. Without exaggeration, it changed our lives. I will never be able to fully express how grateful I am.

Nautilus is written off as a loss, which we've been expecting. They offered us the chance to buy her as salvage, which we obviously accepted. So insurance wrote us a payout for what she’s insured for, plus reimbursement for getting her hauled and towed, less the value of her as salvage. Because she’s a loss, we have to pay off the loan that we took out this spring to buy her. After that's done, we'll have enough left over from the payout check to launch the new boat next spring (insurance/marina fees/haul and tow) which in turn leaves us free to use the proceeds of the fundraiser to make a start on repairs this winter! In the meantime our insurance is pursuing subrogation: essentially (as I understand it) after paying us out of their pocket, they are going after the other insurance for reimbursement. If we do see any lost income, it would be through this process, but we’ve been told several times it will take months - we don’t know if that means ‘december’ or ‘next august’, and don’t know how much, so we’re crossing our fingers but not making any plans around it. The crisis point was these last two months, and honestly the fundraiser got us through it - now we have our feet under us again, it would definitely be welcome but our stability and livelihood isn't hanging on it, so we can afford to wait.

Repairs - rough estimate from the survey is $83k, but half of that is labor costs. We can do much of the labor ourselves, which should lower it a bit. There are obviously areas where we'll need experts (welding!!), but we have the skills for a lot of what has to be done. Right now we’re getting the boats covered for cold weather, picking up some odd jobs around the shipyard, and clearing room in the woodshop to build a new main mast - that’s the project this winter! We are also going to start tearing up the teak deck to access the damaged fiberglass below, and figure out what, if anything, can be salvaged from the wreck of the mast/rigging (the jib furler sheared in half, but the sail itself made it out with only four small, easily patched punctures! Which is frankly a miracle, given how it was literally jammed through the mast). Anything that seems sound will be checked over by an expert, and a lot of it might still be too stressed to safely use, but after months of looking at the wreck of the thing, it’s honestly just a relief to be able to go through and start taking pieces apart.

Tl:dr is we’re going to be okay. Money is tight, we’re living with family and working 6 days a week, but we’ll be on the water sailing again in May, our company will survive, and we’re hoping to have Nautilus fixed in two or three years. Just wanted to share that with you all; I'm really glad to finally have some good news to offer. It's not easy but it's better, and we're going to get through it, pretty much 100% because of everyone who has been so kind to us both. Thank you all so, so much for every single kind word and share and donation. I am never going to be able to say how much it has meant to me, and what a difference it has made. I won’t be posting much more about it on here now that we're back on our feet, but if anyone wants to keep updated, detailed news about Nautilus repairs will go on the gofundme page, and our instagram will have lighter posts about both boats, repairs, and the 2025 season.

[swampythesweetsketch]

Hi I'm Swampy, and I have no budget.

My mom found a puppy (unchipped and no collar) and instead of taking him to the shelter like promised, she put the puppy's life in my hands and sent me into several meltdowns over the week. I had to call it quits with the complications I have at home and got a ride from one of my neighbors to drop them off at the shelter. As my mom promised we'd do... On Monday.

My phone got damaged during the ride and the puppy had an accident on my lap. It was no fault of theirs, I didn't catch them needing to pee until it was too late.

But now I'm home, thankfully I don't need to go anywhere until Monday. But on or before Monday, I need to get my phone fixed! I get over stimulated in public areas and struggle to process noises, I rely strongly on my phone and the music/audio I listen to to have control over my sensory issues.

I looked at an estimate and best bet is a 75 dollars for me to bring it to the repair shop and get it cracked open for cleaning. And maybe more if the internal parts need to be replaced.

I cannot rely on my paycheck as it can barely cover my half of rent as of now.

So if you're reading this and want a cheap commission to help me fix my phone, please consider!!!

[chaoticreation]

10/29/23

This area is a death sentence without transportation. I'm running out of food, I can't get my prescriptions, can't flee in an emergency, and me and Syd have been freezing for like, a month, aside from the past two days because it's been surprisingly warm out for October. But November is around the corner, and it's gonna get cold. Fast.

I don't have the funds to repair my van, or the furnace.

Eventually, I'm gonna go homeless if the taxes aren't paid, but the van and furnace are extremely pressing matters right now.

If you can afford to donate, I'd appreciate anything you can spare. If you can't, that's okay. You can still help by sharing this campaign! Please don't donate if you can't afford to, but please SHARE no matter what!

OUR SURVIVAL DEPENDS ON IT. YES, I AM BEGGING. I'M TERRIFIED.

Gfm requires at least $5 donation, so if you can't swing that, you can send less to:

ven.mo: https://account.venmo.com/u/rroche90 pay.pal: roryjroche@outlook.com

Edit, 11/7/23: And we also don't have hot water now either. When the plumber came to give me an estimate on the furnace, he found that the hot water heater had a bad leak, so that was turned off to reduce damage.

Edit, 11/12/23: Septic problems now, too. Sinks are backing up. Woo! Still no heat, btw. It's been a month without heat and it's getting colder. Friend bought Syd a bigger hospital cage, but it hasn't arrived yet, so poor girl has to continue to suffer. Still no transportation, either. HEAP has said they'll pay half the furnace bill if I'm on the deed, which I can't and won't do until the taxes are paid off. I'm not about to inherit that debt.

@sydthetiel is being kept in a tiny hospital cage in my office with a space heater. Not ideal, but it's keeping her warm at least.

We're really not okay.

Edit, 11/16/23: Still no heat or hot water. Plumber isn't even actually getting back to us lmao. Mechanic got back to us, though, and they've found that the brake lines are rusted and need to be replaced. They want an extra $3500 for that. So it'd be roughly $6,000 to get my van repaired. Or I can just fix what I can fix at $2,000 and take my chances with rusted brake lines, and be an accident waiting to happen because I'm desperate to not be trapped in a freezing house with no meds or food or water lmao. Or I just don't get to have transportation back. Or I have to buy a new used vehicle, for like, $15,000+. So... mostly there's just no hope left for me. I'm ready to just give up. It's too much to fix, and my odds of survival are at 0 anyway. I won't last the winter here, and I can't even leave.

Edit, 11/22/23: That plumber ghosted us. We got a new plumber. He came out yesterday and got the furnace rigged to work, just in time. As he pulled into the driveway, it started sleeting and snowing. Throughout the night. The problem is, the furnace isn't fixed, so it could crap out at any moment. The water heater is off, but still leaking, so it's time sensitive to have it replaced. But he's pointed out another problem with that; Rex's hoarding. We need to be able to get rid of enough of her crap to get the equipment in and out. He can do it, but it's gonna cost. Additionally, the chimney isn't in great shape so we have to do something about that, or it's going to defeat the purpose of these replacements. Waiting for the quotes on everything.

As for my van, it's ready to be picked up, without the brake lines being finished. We found a new place that said they'd charge between $700-$1000 to replace the brake lines. A lot better than $3,500, but still not money I have. So until I can do that, it's a risk driving it, but I really don't have a choice. I can't stay living like this, trapped in the middle of nowhere. It's defeating me mentally and physically. But there's another problem too, that won't be covered under warranty. A knock sensor. No idea how much it'll cost yet, but it needs to be replaced in order for the van to pass inspection in December.

I'm feeling incredibly hopeless. I can't even run, because I have Syd, and I'm not going to abandon her. She's my kiddo. She's in a bigger cage now, happily. But I'm at such a loss of what to do. We're not going to survive the winter here without these repairs, and fleeing is going to be really difficult, and I may not have a home to come back to in Spring if I did manage to leave for the winter with Syd.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Day Two

Author’s Note: This is the third fic in Hagiel’s Terrible, Awful Mission. First. Previous. Next

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Tagged: @undeaddream , @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: construction accidents, mass injuries, please ask me to tag something if it bothers you

Summary: During the second day of reconstruction, Hagiel tries to get the planetary governor to get the needed supplies to repair the city before the Ultramarines arrive, tries to raise morale of one of the reconstruction crews, and deals with a crane collapse. 

After sleeping a full four hours for the first time in weeks, Hagiel woke to the sounds of several of the dataslates he’d been reading through in order to get a rough estimates on how much materials and human-power was on planet in order to try and get the primary hive city ready for an Ultramarine Inspection… The numbers he had for the construction materials were not good, and the reports about the morale of the populace were not much better. 

Hagiel allows himself ten seconds to bury his face in his hands and groan about the fact that he was not trained in the reconstruction of a city of this size, and that the time pressure on all of them to ensure that agents of the Imperial Regent didn’t find them to be wanting were… Intense. Hagiel desperately wanted to show that his Chapter weren’t the cursed, half-heretical fuck-ups that they’d gained the reputation of being. If… If he was able to somehow make a good impression on them, perhaps… Perhaps some of the injunctions against his chapter would be lifted in time by the current Imperial Regent…

Hagiel mentally shook himself, and refocused. The Lamenter was keenly aware that he didn’t have the correct training for this sort of social engineering and reconstruction, but that wasn’t true of some of the surviving mortals in this world. He just needed to light a (hopefully just metaphorical) fire under them in order to get them to be moving. His first stop this morning was to speak with Governor Shyrc, and Hagiel had sent off an urgent request for a meeting with the planetary ruler before he had breakfast, murmured his morning prayers, tended to his weapons and armor while ignoring the creeping hunger for blood. 

With the serfs dead, there was no reliable and safe way for Hagiel to acquire blood to drink. Most mortals took a very dim view of such things…  Besides, he had denied the red thirst for weeks now. He was hopeful that he could continue to do so until he could reunite with more of his chapter and the serfs who’d been specifically altered to have more blood than their bodies needed in order to offer relief from the red thirst when a marine truly and deeply needed it. 

His vox chimed, and he had a written message from Lady Sablescar,informing him of when the Governor had time to speak with him in the morning. Hagiel cursed silently as he finished getting into his armor and began to sprint across town, as the meeting was within a half an hour of the current time. He accepted the time slot, and was just barely able to walk into the Governor’s office on time, slowing down once he’d reached the governor’s manse so as to not cause alarm.

“Lord Hagiel, I am glad to see you again. It was unfortunate you had to depart from the gathering last night rather abruptly, but I am grateful that you had decided to grace us with your presence then. What is it that you wished to speak to me about?” Shyrc asked, looking the astartes over assessingly.

Hagiel suppressed a slight wince, hoping that the mortal wasn’t feeling snubbed - he hadn’t meant to insult the other when he’d left… He just needed to get out of that stuffy party before he accidentally fucked up and made the job of trying to put this hive city into some sort of functioning order much harder. “Something had come up, but I am glad to have gone. I have been going over the reported supplies and materials that have been allotted to fixing the hive city, versus the estimates I have been given on what all will be needed in order to get the city into at least a semblance of functioning before the Imperial Regent’s agents arrive to inspect your fair city. In order to get the necessary repairs completed in time, this is what I have calculated we will need extra in terms of supplies, food, and potable water.” He handed over the dataslate that he had crunched the numbers on to the Governor for their perusal.

Shyrc looked over the numbers, a low hum leaving them as they read through the lists for several agonizing minutes before saying “I will do what I can in order to get the extra supplies to come… But given that this system is rather isolated from our neighbors due to frequent warp storms, I am unsure as to whether or not we’ll be able to get most of these supplies before the Ultramarines arrive. I will, of course, do what I can in order to ensure that more supplies are scrounged up for the good of my people…”

The Lamenter silently tried not to fume at the other’s response. He seemed surprisingly unconcerned at potentially being inspected when his capital city was a fucking mess and a half, if they didn’t work diligently and swiftly in order to get it unfucked enough to pass inspection. Hagiel resisted the temptation to bare his fangs at the Governor and Loom at the mortal, demanding that they take this situation with the due concern and worry it was due… But the smug bastard wielded a tremendous amount of political power locally, and making them an enemy would knee-cap him severely. “Very well. Do you know when you might be updated on when additional supplies will be arriving?”

“Oh, I cannot say for certain, but I do promise to keep you up to date when I find these things out, Lord Astartes. Is there anything else that you wanted to talk to me about?” Shyrc asked dismissively, briefly looking over at him before returning to their own stacks of dataslates. 

“That is all for now. Thank you for your time. Unless there is anything you’d like to tell me, I am going to be returning to the south hospital to continue to aid in the repairs.” Hagiel informed the governor, doing his best to suppress the frustration bubbling in his chest. Impatience would do him no good in this situation. 

“No, no.  You may go.” Shyrc responded, waving him off with an insultingly dismissive hand.

Hagiel left, just barely able to suppress the frustrated growl and flash-snap of his fangs that he wanted to do on the appallingly rude baseline human, stomping his way over to the hospital, scowling under his helmet. 

~

A small frown threatens to tug the corners of Hagiel's mouth down. He'd removed his helmet, as he found that working with his helmet off made the mortals slightly less skittish of him as he worked alongside of them to repair the hospital... Unlike yesterday, the repair crews were moving noticeably slower than before. There was also the fact that several members of the repair crews had shown up late - and more than just a couple of minutes. Several had been over an hour late, and two had yet to show up to the morning shift, and their relief had yet to arrive as well. He had also noticed that their tempers were shorter as well, and they snapped at each other over minor mistakes that were quickly corrected much faster than they had yesterday.

Along with the fact that the midmeal rations for the repair crew had been a half-portion as the Governor had put into place strict control over the remaining food supplies and was allowing only the absolute bare minimum needed to keep the populace going which was enforced by the Arbites - who were liberally using their stun batons and boots whenever anyone so much as hinted at being unhappy or trying for a second meager portion of food... Hagiel silently sighed, well aware that the repair crews were suffering from low morale. But what could be done in order to raise their spirits? He had limited experience in rousing spirits, as he was not a Sanguinary Priest. 

He walks over to where a dozen or so mortal repair workers had gathered, grumbling to each other and not doing much at all - and they should be working to repair the city that he lived in. His yellow armor caught their attention immediately, and Hagiel could tell that those who were at least at the places they were supposed to be and pretending a bit better that they were in fact working on what they were assigned to do. He clapped his hands together, the sound of his gauntlets ringing through the partially reconstructed hospital with a bright and clear ring. "I am aware that the strict food rationing has brought spirits low and while I do understand your frustration, we must continue to work diligently in repairing your home."

"This is groxshit! Why do we have to work night and day in order to repair the city so damn fast? There's no reason to work so hard, especially if Governor Shyrc is going to give us a fistful of corpse starch to eat while they grow fat on fresh food and laze about in their manor all day long! And what would you know of hunger, Lord Angel?" One of the mortals ground out, throwing their hands up into the air and giving him a nasty glare.

"I know a great deal about hunger, as a matter of fact. During the weeks of fighting, I and my brothers - all of whom died to save you all, by the way - ate at best half our standard amount of rations, in order to stretch what we had, as our own supplies were getting lower and baseline rations do little to truly sustain us." Hagiel revealed, careful not to glare at the upset human, keenly aware that they were all just miserable and desperate. He has not tasted blood in well over a month, and the red thirst is clawing at the back of his mind. All of these mortals were so-

No. No! He wasn't going to give into base instinct and foolishness. 

Hagiel continued his impromptu speech, mentally rallying himself "I did speak with the Governor about getting additional supplies to the city quickly, and they have promised to work on it, but the supply ships aren't going to be able to land if the spaceport hasn't been repaired enough to hold the weight of the vessels. As for the reasoning behind working night and day to repair the city as fast as possible... I suppose you all should be made aware of this now, rather than later. Ultramarines are, after all, not subtle."

"... Why are we being visited by Ultramarines after being attacked by waves of different xenos? What do they want?" Another mortal asked, a slight quaver in their voice.

"I was told that they are coming to inspect your city, and to acquire the Imperial Tithes owed by this and every other settled planet in this system, on the orders of the Imperial Regent himself.... You are aware that the Current Imperial Regent is also the Master of Ultramar, the last living loyal primarch and holy son of the God Emperor, Roboute Guilliman? I am aware of the fact that this system is frequently plagued by warp storms and is often cut off from much of the imperium in terms of news and the like, and the ascendancy of the last living loyal primarch is a relatively recent event." Hagiel hummed, biting back a small grin as the frowns and grumblings of irritation turned to awed silence and subtle gasps and murmurs of prayer.

"The... The Imperial Regent is coming here? When?! Our city is a half-destroyed disaster! Oh by Him on Terra..." Several mortals whispered to each other, their eyes wide and panicked.

"The exact movements of the Imperial Regent are a high priority secret. I do not know if Lord Guilliman himself is coming here, but I do know for a fact that one of his most trusted Company Captains and a handful of his Brothers will be arriving in-" He made a show of checking his fox "Five days, six hours and twenty-three minutes, Warp permitting. Do you now understand why being diligent, careful and swift in repairing this city is important? And why the Governor has ordered you all to work night and day, to ensure that all of us have a chance at presenting the city in the best light possible? It is unfortunate that the relief ships will not be able to come here before the Ultramarines do... But none of us can afford to let that slow us down."

There was another brief moment of silence before muttered prayers ran through the crowd of mortals. The dominant emotions within the mortals now seemed to be equal parts determination and anxiety and they all began to return to their duties with renewed if slightly frenetic vigor.

Good! Hagiel was glad that he had succeeded in successfully raising morale. Hopefully these mortals would spread this information to the other repair crews - both around the city and the different shift hours, to further encourage others to work properly and not slack off or work slower than was necessary.

~

Several hours passed in relative peace, with Hagiel aiding the mortals using his strength and increased stamina to push, pull or hold certain pieces of equipment in place as the mortals swiftly worked to get everything back into it's proper place. Hagiel had called for a water break - as the day so far had been unseasonably warm, and he was well aware of the fact that dehydration and heat exhaustion could easily kill, as surely as a bolter round or knife wound. He was mid-sip of water, wishing it was blood as that would be far more satisfying when he heard the light and swift movements of a mortal running at top speed towards the group.

"LORD ANGEL! LORD ANGEL WE NEED YOUR HELP!" Shouted a mortal who'd come sprinting from the direction of the spaceport. They doubled over, gasping and panting for air as Hagiel set down the space-concrete bucket he had been pouring out for the mortals to properly shape and walked over to where they were.

"What's going on?" Hagiel asks, squashing the desire to reach out and pull the mortal into an upright position in order to speak to him. The mortals were very touch-shy on the occasion he'd thoughtlessly reached out to correct their positions or catch them when they accidentally stumbled and may have injured themself in an accident he had prevented. 

"One of the large construction cranes just collapsed on the western side of the spaceport, sir! It's trapped over two-dozen people across six different levels of the spaceport sir. Some of them have been physically trapped by the crane itself. No one's died yet, but multiple people are injured. We need your help in shifting the crane so that we can get to the trapped and injured people." The mortal explained as they caught their breath, eyes wide and body trembling a little from the adrenaline surging through their body.

"Take me there. I'll do what I can." Depending on the size of the crane, it was entirely possible that it would be too heavy for Hagiel alone to move, but he would do what he could in order to rescue the mortals - and his ship did have some exo-equipment that would augment is strength and reach if needed, though maneuvering them would be tricky within atmospheric conditions. 

~

It did not take long for Hagiel to arrive at the spaceport. He could see the on-site mortal construction workers who weren't trapped doing their best to clear the area where the large construction crane had tipped over onto it's side, it's base half dangling in the air as both the vertical column and the working arm of the crane had smashed into several floors of the space port. He could see several mortals pinned between the smaller metal poles. Some of them were struggling weakly, pushing at the metal in a vain attempt to get it to move.

The sweet and coppery tang of blood filled the air, and Hagiel clenched his fists tightly at his side as the desperate, ravening hunger that he'd long struggled with as a Son of Sanguinius once again roared to the front of his mind. The scent of blood was thick in the air to the half-starved Astartes, and it was all he could do not to groan in hungry want and lunge after the nearest bleeding mortal, to drink from them until he was sated. He savagely bit the inside of one of his cheeks until it bled. It wasn't nearly enough as the wound immediately sealed up, but the brief pain and salty tang of blood on his tongue was enough of a shock to get him to refocus on the task at hand.

Which was to help the mortals, not eat them like a savage barbarian. "Do you know why the crane collapsed?" Hagiel asked as he looked it over critically. He was no son of Dorn, and he only had a passing familiarity with such devices. Not for the first time, Hagiel wished that he had at least one Imperial Fist... or even a Black Templar, zealous as those cousins could be... As they were well-versed in the fortifications of all sorts and the rebuilding of cities in the aftermath of battle. 

"There was a concern that when the crane was installed that the ground might give out beneath it, as we hadn't been able to test for the underlying stability of the ground it's supposed to be anchored to... But there isn't really a good spot to place the crane with it also being in a place where it will be most effective. We'd hoped that it would work and... This happened. Damn thing tipped over ten minutes ago, and Jace here immediately went off to get you to see what you can do to help, Lord Angel. We also sent a couple of people to get the big fuck-off mobile magnet in case this thing is too much for you to move, as I don't know how much weight you can safely shift, sir." The mortal leader of the repair crew explained, gesturing a little as she spoke, a sigh leaving her.

Hagiel looked over at the Crane and asked "Can it come apart without it being damaged? I am uncertain if I can lift the entire thing, but I should be able to lift both the working arm and the vertical arm without too much trouble - especially in my power armor. All of it together... If I had a squad or two of my fellow Astartes, the answer to that would be an unquestioned yes. But there is only so much a single astartes is capable of." Hagiel admitted, a flash of guilt and shame running through him.

"Thank you for being up front with me. I understand that admitting to one's limitations sucks, especially in situations like this, but we desperately need you in top shape, Lord Angel." The mortal murmured, a gentleness in her eyes and a warmth in her voice. "As for the crane... We can use one of the Lazer saws to cut the working arm and the vertical column apart from one another - as well as the vertical column from the base of the crane. While there are less damaging ways to do that, it would take too long for those trapped if we did. Some of them are really badly injured."

"They are indeed. I can smell the blood in the air. The quicker we move, the more likely it is that more of the trapped mortals will survive... But too much haste makes waste." Hagiel responded. "I am ready to help when necessary."

"I'll signal the lazer cutters to start moving - which part of the crane do you intend on moving first?" The repair crew leader asked, taking the fact that he could smell blood on the air entirely in stride.

"I'm going to start with the working arm, as that's the part of the crane that seems to be trapping the most mortals - where is a place where I can move it too where it will be less in the way?" Hagiel responds, looking around the area carefully.

"We'll direct you to the spot once you've moved it - if you can on your own. We'll likely just have you lift it up and move the people out of the way, before putting it back down again. Reprocessing the working arm of the crane is going to be a task for our team once the injured and possible dead are recovered, Lord Angel." The mortal answered promptly.

Hagiel nodded, as he had decided to defer to her greater expertise in this area. "Very well. I will get into place and please signal me when it's time for me to lift it."

"I will. By Him on Terra I hope this goes as intended." The mortal sighed.

"As do I." Hagiel answered before walking through the construction site to where the working arm of the crane lay, hearing the high-pitched buzzing whine of the lazer saws cutting through the metal of the crane. He walked until he was close to the mid-point of the long arm. He spent a couple of minutes stretching his shoulders and arms as the saws continued to work, waiting for the repair crew leader to signal to him. 

He got it less than five minutes later. Hagiel took in a deep breath, shifting into as proper a squat position as the broken ground would allow him, to give himself a stable base from which to lift the and activated the strength-enhancing properties of his power armor as his armored hands wrapped firmly around the HSLA steel pole, grunting a little as he started to lift the long and heavy lattice of steel up and off of the trapped mortals. His power armor flashed a warning in his helmet's HUD, which Hagiel could hear but not see, as his helmet was currently clipped to his belt. His wrist-mounted vox chirped and he called this "I can hold this for about five minutes. Move quickly. Please!" 

"Understood, Lord Angel!" The construction crew leader called out before getting the silently stunned mortals to move, and to grab their injured compatriots out from under the working arm of the construction crane.

True to his word Hagiel was able to hold it for five minutes before the sheer weight and length of the latticework of steel and metal started to cause his arms to shake "You have... Two more minutes left max. One certainly. Then I have to put this down."

His words were acknowledged, even as several mortals wailed for him to keep holding it up, that they were just about to be saved. Hagiel held the huge construction beam for as long as he could, before he heard his power armor whine and click and bellowed at the top of his lungs "CLEAR THE AREA!"

Thankfully these mortals had the flee, rather than the freeze response and fled as Hagiel's power armor failed on him, and the steel beam slipped from his exhausted finger tips. He heard several painful crunches and agonized, choked screams from the mortals, kneeling down as the dead-weight of his own armor forced him to his knees.

Two of the mortal medics rushed over to him, asking "Are you injured, Lord Angel?"

"I am uninjured. But if you could press the button under here, to activate the emergency release, I'd be grateful. My power armor failed on me." Hagiel explained, gesturing with considerable effort to the hidden spot.

"Yes, lord Angel." The bolder of the two medics responded, reaching up and under his armor and pressing the button, startling as the vacuum seals hissed and popped, allowing Hagiel to remove his armor. He was currently clad in only his body suit - which left little to the imagination and graciously ignored the brief, flustered stares of the mortals as they saw his muscular physique. "I am going to take my armor to be charged and return as soon as I am able."

"Of... Of course Lord Angel. Take the time you need." The bolder mortal medic responded, doing their best not to ogle his body, for which Hagiel was grateful. 

[davetheunpaidintern]

Dave's Birthday: September 30, 2023

Dave, observing his first real birthday with the new hires he's in charge of.

*PUBLIC BULLETIN!*

-Renovation Notice "The Event Hall is undergoing renovations in the Hotel Area. To Guests with a Free Pass, this means that you will not be able to use the Hotel, go into the Basement/Recreation Floor, or use their amenities. There is also a leak in the ceiling of the Arena and Infirmary, which are also off limits for your safety. You are still allowed in the Event Hall's Lobby Area. Repairs are estimated to be fixed by next week. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

-Sports Event Notice "The upcoming Sports Event is currently being delayed due to miscalculations during planning and material shortages. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

-$1 Grilled Cheese Food Truck Notice "Due to inflation, the $1 Grilled Cheese Food Truck will have to increase their price to $1.01. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

-LANTERNLIGHT LAKE WARNING!- "Due to the recent change in lifeguards, we ask that all Guests refrain from visiting the lake past 3PM. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

-Food Truck Area Notice "We ask that no Guests go beyond the newly cordoned limit for your convenience. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

-Untitled Yellow Sticky Note "Whoever keeps shoving hotdogs down the toilets needs to stop. It's disgusting. I am not pulling these stupid things out anymore. If I catch any of you pulling a stunt like this before the rep does an inspection again, I will drag you out into the woods myself and call whatever happens to you an accident. Got it? Great. Don't type this one up with the public notices, just hand it to Dave. He'll pass it along to the others."

-Cornfield Maze Notice "There is an area in the western edge of the Event Hall that has newly been set aside for a cornfield maze. As it has only been planted recently, it is unlikely to be available for a decent amount of time. We thank you for your patience and understanding."

If you have any questions or concerns, please send a Note to Tromper at the Event Hall and address him directly. He'll be happy to help you with whatever you need.

Leon, Tabitha, Jim, Dave, Kevin, Danielle, Tromper, and Grotto's Event Hall by @kyne-grotto

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Roof Repairs Dublin: Expert Roofing Contractors for Your Home

When it comes to the safety and security of your home, one of the most important elements is the roof. In Dublin, where weather conditions can be unpredictable and harsh, having a well-maintained roof is crucial to protect your home from the elements. Whether you’re dealing with storm damage, leaks, or general wear and tear, finding a reliable roofing contractor in Dublin is key to ensuring your roof stays in top condition.

Why Roof Repairs in Dublin Are Essential The Irish climate can take a toll on roofs over time. Heavy rainfall, strong winds, and occasional snow can cause significant damage, leading to leaks, cracked tiles, and weakened structures. If left unattended, these issues can escalate, resulting in costly repairs or even full roof replacements.

Regular roof repairs in Dublin help homeowners stay ahead of these problems. By addressing minor issues early on, you can prevent further damage and extend the lifespan of your roof. Whether it's a few loose tiles or more extensive structural damage, timely repairs can save you money in the long run.

Common Roof Issues in Dublin Roofs in Dublin often face a range of common problems, including:

Leaking Roofs: This is one of the most common complaints homeowners have. Leaks can occur due to broken or missing tiles, cracks in the roof, or poor-quality installations. These leaks can lead to water damage inside the home if not repaired promptly.

Broken Tiles: With the heavy winds often seen in South Dublin, it's common for roof tiles to crack, break, or even fall off. This not only exposes your home to water damage but can also compromise the structural integrity of your roof.

Storm Damage: Dublin is no stranger to storms, and roofs can suffer major damage from falling branches, debris, and strong winds. Emergency roof repairs in Dublin are often needed after severe weather events.

Clogged Gutters and Downpipes: While not a direct roof issue, clogged gutters can cause water to back up and damage your roof over time. Regular maintenance is necessary to avoid this problem.

Choosing the Right Roofing Contractor in Dublin Finding a trusted roofing contractor in Dublin is essential for ensuring your roof is repaired or replaced to the highest standards. A professional contractor will assess the extent of the damage and provide an honest estimate for the necessary repairs.

When searching for a roofing contractor in Dublin, keep the following in mind:

Experience and Expertise: Look for contractors with a proven track record in the Dublin area. Experienced contractors will understand the specific challenges Dublin’s climate poses and will use materials and techniques designed to withstand these conditions.

Local Reputation: Ask for recommendations from friends, family, or neighbors, or look up online reviews to find a reliable contractor with a positive reputation in South Dublin.

Emergency Services: If you need emergency roof repairs in Dublin, ensure that the contractor offers 24/7 services. Quick response times are critical to preventing further damage when severe weather strikes.

Insurance and Certification: Always hire a fully licensed and insured contractor. This guarantees that the work will meet industry standards and protects you in case of any accidents or issues during the repair process.

Emergency Roof Repairs in Dublin In the event of unexpected roof damage, such as a severe leak or storm-related destruction, immediate action is crucial. Delaying emergency roof repairs in Dublin can result in significant interior damage, leading to costly repairs. A reputable roofing contractor in Dublin will offer quick and efficient emergency services to restore the integrity of your roof and prevent further harm to your home.

Conclusion Roof repairs are a vital aspect of home maintenance, especially in a city like Dublin where weather conditions can be unpredictable. Whether you’re dealing with minor issues or need emergency roof repairs in Dublin, finding the right roofing contractor is essential to ensure the job is done right. Prioritize experience, reliability, and prompt service when selecting a contractor, and your roof will stay in excellent condition for years to come.

Contact Information Dublin Roofing Services Address: 51 Bracken Rd, Sandyford, Dublin, D18 CV48 Phone: 087 3852315 Website: http://dublinroofingservices.ie

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Deck Builders in Poolesville MD | MD Deck

Are you looking for top-notch deck builders in Poolesville, MD? Look no further!

Finding a skilled deck builder in your area is now easier than ever. With their expertise and experience, they can create the perfect outdoor space for you to relax and entertain.

Whether you want a simple deck repair or a brand new deck installation, these professionals are here to help.

Get ready to enhance your outdoor living with the best deck builders in Poolesville, MD.

Best Deck Builders in Poolesville MD

If you're looking for the best deck builders in Poolesville MD, you'll find a wide selection of highly skilled and reputable professionals to choose from. When it comes to building decks, you want to ensure that you hire only the best in the business. With the best deck builders in Poolesville MD, you can trust that your project will be completed to the highest standards.

These deck builders in Poolesville MD have years of experience and expertise in designing and constructing beautiful and functional decks. They've a deep understanding of the local climate and building codes, ensuring that your deck will be built to withstand the elements and comply with all necessary regulations.

The best deck builders in Poolesville MD take pride in their workmanship and attention to detail. They'll work closely with you to understand your vision and create a deck that perfectly complements your home and lifestyle. Whether you're looking for a simple backyard deck or an elaborate multi-level deck, these professionals have the skills and knowledge to bring your dream deck to life.

Don't settle for anything less than the best when it comes to building your deck. Choose from the top deck builders in Poolesville MD and enjoy a beautiful and durable deck that will enhance your outdoor living space for years to come.

How Do I Find a Good Deck Builder in Poolesville

To find a good deck builder in Poolesville, start by asking for recommendations from friends, neighbors, or local home improvement stores. Word of mouth is often a reliable way to find trustworthy professionals.

Once you have a list of potential deck builders, consider the following factors to help you make an informed decision:

Experience and Expertise:

Look for deck builders who've extensive experience in the industry and specialize in deck construction.

Check if they've the necessary licenses and certifications to ensure their expertise in deck building.

Portfolio and References:

Ask for a portfolio of their previous projects to assess the quality of their workmanship.

Request references from past clients to get feedback on their professionalism, reliability, and customer satisfaction.

Insurance and Warranty:

Ensure that the deck builder has adequate insurance coverage to protect you from any liability in case of accidents or damages during the construction process.

Inquire about their warranty policy for the materials used and the work performed on your deck.

How Much Does it Cost to Build a Deck in Poolesville, MD

Wondering about the cost of building a deck in Poolesville, MD? When it comes to deck construction, there are several factors that can affect the cost. The size of the deck, the materials used, and the complexity of the design all play a role in determining the overall cost. Hiring a reputable deck contractor is essential in ensuring that the project is done properly and within your budget.

Deck builders in Poolesville, MD typically charge an average of $30 to $60 per square foot for deck installation. This cost includes both materials and labor. Keep in mind that the cost can vary depending on the specific details of your project. If you choose to use high-end materials or add special features such as built-in seating or lighting, the cost may increase.

To get an accurate estimate for your deck construction project, it's best to consult with a few deck builders in Poolesville, MD. They can assess your space, discuss your design preferences, and provide you with a detailed quote. It's important to compare quotes from different contractors to ensure you're getting a fair price.

Deck Contractors in Poolesville MD

When hiring deck builders in Poolesville, MD, it's important to find experienced professionals who can ensure the successful completion of your deck construction project. Deck contractors in Poolesville, MD are skilled individuals who specialize in building and renovating decks for residential and commercial properties.

Here are a few reasons why hiring deck contractors is beneficial:

Expertise: Deck contractors in Poolesville, MD have the knowledge and expertise to design and construct decks that meet your specific needs and preferences. They're familiar with local building codes and regulations, ensuring that your deck is built safely and legally.

Quality workmanship: Deck contractors take pride in their work and strive to deliver high-quality results. They have the skills and tools necessary to build durable and long-lasting decks that can withstand various weather conditions.

Time and cost efficiency: Hiring deck contractors can save you time and money in the long run. They have access to quality materials at competitive prices and can efficiently complete the project within the agreed-upon timeframe.

Peace of mind: By hiring deck contractors in Poolesville, MD, you can have peace of mind knowing that your deck construction project is in capable hands. They'll handle all aspects of the project, from obtaining permits to ensuring proper installation.

Deck Repair Poolesville MD

If you're in need of deck repair in Poolesville, MD, look no further than our experienced team of professionals. We understand that your deck is an important part of your home and we're dedicated to providing top-notch repair services to ensure its longevity and safety.

Our team of deck builders in Poolesville, MD, have the expertise and skills to handle any deck repair project. Whether you have a small crack or a major structural issue, we've the knowledge and tools to fix it. We'll assess the damage, provide you with a detailed plan of action, and execute the repairs efficiently and effectively.

Deck repair isn't something to be taken lightly. It requires a thorough understanding of the materials, construction techniques, and safety regulations. Our team has years of experience in the industry and stays up to date with the latest industry standards. You can trust us to handle your deck repair needs with professionalism and precision.

Don't let a damaged deck ruin your outdoor enjoyment. Contact our deck repair experts in Poolesville, MD, today and let's restore your deck to its former glory. We take pride in our work and are committed to providing exceptional service to our customers.

Porch Contractors in Poolesville MD

Looking for reliable porch contractors in Poolesville, MD who can provide top-notch services and ensure the longevity and safety of your porch? Look no further! Poolesville is home to a number of experienced porch contractors who are ready to transform your porch into a beautiful and functional space.

When hiring porch contractors in Poolesville, MD, here are a few things to consider:

Experience: Look for contractors who've a proven track record of successfully completing porch projects. This will give you peace of mind knowing that your project is in capable hands.

Expertise: Different porch contractors may specialize in different types of porches. Whether you're looking for a screened porch, a wrap-around porch, or a covered porch, make sure to find a contractor who's the expertise to meet your specific needs.

Reputation: Check online reviews and ask for references to gauge the reputation of the porch contractors you're considering. A good reputation is a strong indicator of quality work and customer satisfaction.

Frequently Asked Questions

Are There Any Specific Building Permits or Regulations That I Need to Be Aware of When Building a Deck in Poolesville, Md?

When building a deck in Poolesville, MD, you need to be aware of specific building permits and regulations. Make sure to check with the local authorities to ensure you comply with all necessary requirements.

Can I Choose Any Type of Material for My Deck, or Are There Restrictions on What Can Be Used in Poolesville?

You can choose from a variety of materials for your deck in Poolesville, MD. However, it's important to check with local regulations and building codes to ensure there are no restrictions on what can be used.

How Long Does the Deck Building Process Typically Take in Poolesville, Md?

Typically, the deck building process in Poolesville, MD takes around 2-4 weeks. Factors such as the size of the deck and any special features can affect the timeline.

Do I Need to Hire Additional Professionals, Such as Electricians or Plumbers, When Building a Deck in Poolesville?

You typically don't need to hire additional professionals like electricians or plumbers when building a deck in Poolesville. However, it's always a good idea to consult with a professional to ensure everything is up to code.

Are There Any Maintenance Requirements or Recommendations for Decks in Poolesville, Md?

You should be aware of the maintenance requirements for decks in Poolesville, MD. Regular cleaning and sealing will help protect your deck from weather damage and keep it looking great.

Conclusion

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[blajians]

#Mercury In #Sagittarius 11/10/23 - 12/12/23

ALL SIGNS (s/m/r)

(RISING BEING THE MOST ACCURATE)

⭐️’s : #mutablesigns #Sagittarius #Pisces #Virgo #Gemini

🔑 Sag square Pisces = idealism vs intuition .

philosophical beliefs , expansive qualities, global themes , morals vs intuitive insights getting lost in unclarity.

Realism vs optimism .

Beliefs vs Dreams = creative tension

Things are getting lost , going missing , lots of travel , missing deadlines …hella confusion .

🚨 MERCURY IS GOING RETROGRADE SOON SUIT UP 🚨

#Aries : philosophy, higher education, travel , travel delays , miss communication, weather related issues , delayed daily routines …..DELAYSSSSS PERIODT “I’ll go alone”

#Taurus : transformation…taxes , shared resources , transformation in communication , legal document, legal issues , investments , insurance, psychological work , authority issues , not clear in friendships or advice taking “inner child issues?”

⭐️ #Gemini: COMMUNICATION , astrologer , counselor , therapist , home life , family , PAST …relationships , partners , misunderstandings in relationships, communicating needs , responsibilities, reputation , moving or living situation, relatives , cutting off “is this gonna go far”

#Cancer : health , work , address health issues , breathing , subconscious, mental patterns , routines , healing , sobriety , anxiety , repair vehicle or phone “I’m gonna commit”

#Leo: creativity , romance,children , inner child , past romance , money , self esteem , resources , goals , networks , friends , risky behavior , no gains , SIKE , what you like to do , hobbies , budgeting “team work makes the dream work”

⭐️#Virgo: challenges , going home , living change , home improvements, communication challenges, domestic issues “on the move”

#Libra : COMMUNICATION, local interactions , miss communication with siblings , revise daily routines , vehicle change , phone change , work changes, documents changes , missing emails “let it go”

#Scorpio : finances and values , financial situation, budgets, joint resources, groups , goals , friends , money talk , making money , owed money , spending more , don’t go broke , careful “money moves”

⭐️#Sagittarius: optimism, chatty , getting checked , opinions, relationships, career, reputation, self expression , identity , personal goals , no unsolicited appearance advise , over or under estimate , prone to accidents with water or emotions , longing for home or purpose , impulse “women issues”

#Capricorn: subconscious, dreams , hidden issues , spiritual retreat, rest , recuperation , travel , wellness , routines , specialist , productivity, unexpected legal documents, unexpected communication, pressed , needing space , clarity , peace , blocks , anger , frustration “don’t rush the process”

#Aquarius: social connections , group activity, misunderstanding with friends , who or what is coming back ? Transformation, child hood , old , romance , support system , financial support or help , goal reassess, financial delays “trying something new”

⭐️#Pisces: Career, reputation, getting work done , overwhelmed, visibility, status , relationships, home , family , public, narratives , fired , ghosting , self sabotage, bad habits , pressure , authority figures , less active , no response is a response …good or bad “can’t live up to the opportunity”

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Essential Guide to 24/7 Garage Door Repair Services in Orange County**

**Introduction:**

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on 24/7 garage door repair services in Orange County. In this blog, we will delve into the significance of having access to round-the-clock garage door repair services, common issues that may arise, tips for choosing the right repair company, and what to expect during a service call. Whether you're facing a garage door emergency late at night or on a holiday, a reliable 24/7 repair service can make all the difference. Let's explore how you can keep your garage door in top-notch condition year-round.

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**Importance of 24/7 Garage Door Repair Services:**

1. **Immediate Security Concerns:**

A malfunctioning garage door compromises the security of your home, making it vulnerable to intruders. With 24/7 repair services, you can address security issues promptly, ensuring the safety of your property and loved ones.

2. **Safety Hazards:**

Garage doors operate under high tension, and issues like broken springs or cables can pose significant safety risks. Access to round-the-clock repair services allows you to address safety hazards without delay, minimizing the risk of accidents and injuries.

3. **Convenience and Accessibility:**

A functional garage door is essential for your daily routine, providing convenient access to your home and vehicle. With 24/7 repair services, you can restore accessibility to your garage quickly, minimizing disruptions to your daily life.

4. **Weather Protection:**

A malfunctioning garage door can leave your home vulnerable to the elements, leading to potential damage to your property. With prompt repair services, you can ensure that your garage door provides adequate protection against adverse weather conditions.

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**Common Garage Door Problems:**

1. **Broken Springs:**

Springs are crucial for lifting the garage door, and when they break, the door becomes inoperable. This is one of the most common and urgent issues requiring immediate attention.

2. **Malfunctioning Opener:**

Problems with the opener can result from electrical issues, remote control malfunctions, or motor failures. These issues often require expert diagnosis and repair.

3. **Off-Track Doors:**

If the door comes off its tracks, it can become stuck and may not operate correctly. This can be due to misalignment, broken cables, or obstructions in the tracks.

4. **Snapped Cables:**

Cables play a crucial role in the smooth operation of the garage door. When they snap, the door can become unsafe to operate.

5. **Worn-Out Rollers:**

Rollers facilitate the smooth movement of the garage door along its tracks. Worn-out rollers can cause the door to operate noisily and inefficiently.

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**Choosing the Right 24/7 Garage Door Repair Company in Orange County:**

1. **Experience and Reputation:**

Look for a company with a proven track record and positive customer reviews. Experienced technicians are more likely to diagnose and fix issues efficiently.

2. **Certifications and Insurance:**

Ensure the company is licensed and insured. This protects you from liability in case of accidents during the repair process.

3. **Comprehensive Services:**

Choose a company that offers a wide range of services, including emergency repairs, routine maintenance, and installation of new doors and components.

4. **Transparent Pricing:**

Opt for a company that provides clear and upfront pricing. Avoid those that have hidden fees or vague estimates.

5. **Customer Service:**

Good customer service is a hallmark of a reliable repair company. They should be easy to contact, responsive, and ready to address your concerns promptly.

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**What to Expect During a Service Call:**

1. **Initial Assessment:**

The technician will conduct a thorough inspection to diagnose the problem, checking the door’s balance, springs, cables, rollers, and opener system.

2. **Detailed Estimate:**

After diagnosing the issue, the technician will provide a detailed estimate for the repair, including parts and labor costs.

3. **Prompt Repairs:**

Reputable companies carry a wide range of parts in their service vehicles, allowing them to perform repairs on the spot.

4. **Safety Checks:**

After the repair, the technician will conduct safety checks to ensure everything is functioning correctly and safely.

5. **Maintenance Advice:**

The technician may offer tips and advice on how to maintain your garage door and prevent future issues.

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**Conclusion:**

In Orange County, having access to reliable and efficient garage door repair services 24/7 is crucial for maintaining the security, safety, and functionality of your home. Don’t wait until a minor issue becomes a major problem. Invest in the security, safety, and convenience of your home by choosing a reputable 24/7 garage door repair service today.

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⭐️Navigating Roofing Decisions: Finding the Right Contractor for Your Home⭐️

When it comes to maintaining and enhancing the integrity of your home, the roof plays a critical role. Not only does it protect you and your family from the elements, but it also adds to the aesthetic appeal and value of your property.

 Therefore, selecting a reputable roofing contractor is crucial to ensure that your roof is installed or repaired correctly. In this article, we will discuss the importance of hiring a professional roofing contractor and provide valuable tips on how to choose the right one for your needs.

🌟Why Hire a Professional Roofing Contractor?

Roofing projects are complex and can be dangerous if not handled properly. Professional roofing contractors are trained and experienced in working on different types of roofs, using the right materials, and following safety protocols. Here are some compelling reasons to hire a professional:

✨Expertise and Experience: Professional roofing contractors bring years of experience and expertise to the job. They understand the nuances of different roofing materials and can recommend the best solutions based on your needs.

✨Quality Workmanship: A reputable contractor will ensure that the job is done right the first time, using high-quality materials and adhering to industry standards.

✨Safety: Roofing can be hazardous, especially for those without the proper training and equipment. Professional roofers are equipped to handle safety concerns and minimize risks during the project.

✨Warranty and Insurance: Most professional contractors offer warranties on their workmanship and use materials that come with manufacturer warranties. They are also insured, so you're protected in case of accidents or damage during the project.

🌸Tips for Choosing the Right Roofing Contractor

Now that we understand the importance of hiring a professional, here are some tips to help you select the right roofing contractor for your home:

🌼Look for Local Reputation: Start by looking for local roofing contractors with a solid reputation in your community. Local contractors are familiar with local building codes and regulations, and you can easily verify their reputation through references and referrals.

🌼Check Credentials: Ensure that the contractor is licensed and insured. A valid license demonstrates that they have met certain standards and qualifications. Insurance protects you from liability in case of accidents.

🌼Ask for References: Request references from the contractor and follow up with these past clients. Ask about their experience with the contractor, the quality of work, and whether the project was completed on time and within budget.

🌼Get Detailed Estimates: Obtain detailed written estimates from at least three different contractors. Compare the scope of work, materials used, project timeline, and cost breakdown. Be wary of unusually low bids, as they may indicate subpar workmanship or the use of inferior materials.

🌼Verify Manufacturer Certifications: Some roofing materials require special installation certifications. Ensure that the contractor is certified to install the specific type of roofing material you choose.

🌼Communication and Professionalism: Pay attention to how the contractor communicates with you. A professional contractor will be responsive, transparent, and willing to answer your questions.

🌼Understand the Contract: Before signing any contract, make sure you understand all the terms and conditions, including payment schedules, project timelines, and warranty details.

🌼Avoid Storm Chasers: Be cautious of contractors who show up uninvited after a storm. While some legitimate contractors may offer storm damage repair services, others may be unreliable or looking to scam homeowners.

Conclusion

Investing in a new roof or repairs is a significant decision for any homeowner. By hiring a reputable roofing contractor, you can ensure that your investment is well-protected. 

Take the time to research and choose a contractor who is qualified, experienced, and trustworthy. 

Remember, the right contractor will not only deliver quality work but also provide peace of mind knowing that your roof is in good hands. So, whether you need a roof replacement, repairs, or maintenance, follow these tips to find the best roofing contractor for your home.

[dendroaspis-viridis]

Retribution

The Breach that opened above the Temple of Sacred Ashes weakened the Veil across all of Thedas, and none felt that instability more strongly than the Mourn Watchers of the Grand Necropolis.

Rating: M (Nothing explicit, just gore)

AO3

I wanted to get a feel for how Katareth interacted with her fellow Watchers, as well as how they interact with each other, so I made this. I also took some liberties with Johanna and Myrna’s abilities (one tank and three mages does not a balanced party make), so Johanna functions as more of a DPS flanker and Myrna is a support/spirit healer.

TW for some gore, as now it’s Kat’s turn to get grievously injured. Anyway, enjoy! :)

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9:41 Dragon

It was early in the morning, with only a handful of other Mortalitasi shuffling about the large dining hall where Johanna, Myrna, Katareth, and Emmrich sat around their usual breakfast table. In the center lay a small stack of papers, topped with a manifest containing a detailed and expansive list of supplies for their expedition. Beside each item on the list was five… six… seven neat check marks, with an underlined note at the bottom that read, ‘Check all supplies immediately before departure!’ in Katareth’s tidy, angular print.

Under normal circumstances, any sort of multi-day expedition was only required to contain two Watchers. Recent events, however, had necessitated that number being increased to four at the very least, with even more being much preferred. As the group Katareth had selected were all fairly experienced, there was no pushback from any of the higher-ups regarding her decision to utilize the bare minimum.

The qunari sat to his right, reviewing their goals as she carded through the stack, “We’ll be checking on half of the wards during this trip and repairing what we can.”

Locating the parchment she was after, she set it atop the manifest for everyone else to see. It was a charcoal drawing of a defaced ward, surface marred with dozens of deep gouges. “But if we can find the higher demon —or demons— responsible for commanding the lesser spawns, killing it should become our top priority. A group of Guides disposed of a few rage demons a few weeks ago on the eighth floor, but fearlings have been seen as close as the fourth, more recently.”

Emmrich could listen to her for hours. The rich, deep timbre of her voice mixed effortlessly with the rounded vowels and rhotic pronunciations of her prominent qunari accent, bringing to mind the measured draw of a bow across a cello’s taut strings.

“I’m estimating the trip will take about four days, though I’ve packed enough supplies for eight on the off-chance that things go sideways. Or we find undocumented areas and need time to catalogue them,” she amended, gesturing to Emmrich and Myrna. Katareth took a quick sip of her coffee before she concluded, “Um, feel free to look through my notes, too. They’re on the bottom. Johanna’s reviewed them, but it never hurts to get more opinions.”

As Katareth tucked into her breakfast, more Mortalitasi trickled into the hall, yawning or rubbing their eyes as they began their days. Emmrich reached to the center of the table, flipping through the stack to find parchment embossed with the equine heraldry of House Naletski.

Her notations were remarkably thorough, he thought. There was an entire page dedicated to explaining every incident within the past several months, highlighting injuries and deaths that resulted from either demons or the unique osteological creatures that resided within the Necropolis. A summary at the bottom noted that at this time last year, there were less than a quarter of the incidents reported. There were also letters from both Cumberland and Hunter Fell’s Necropoli reporting similar upticks in accidents.

The next page detailed potential causes, with the most likely theory being the explosion at the Temple of Sacred Ashes three months prior, resulting in the death of Divine Justinia and rending the Veil atop the Frostback Mountains.

As he continued reading, Johanna praised her former protégé, “You know, Kat, you’ve come a long way from the surly, mute twenty-something I took in a decade ago.”

“Thank you…?” Emmrich’s eyes rose from the parchment to look across the table, just as surprised to hear Johanna’s praises as the woman receiving them.

“I’m serious. When I got that letter from Cumberland’s Watchers asking if I’d be willing to mentor a ‘rather troublesome young Mortalitasi,’ I assumed they were sending me another Van Markham brat to humble, not the world’s meekest qunari. Now look at you: leading expeditions left and right!” When Katareth smiled, she continued, “And you speak! Granted, it’s not much when anyone else is around, but we’re getting there…” As she trailed off, her eyes wandered to a group of Guides of the Path piling their plates across the hall.

Emmrich and Katareth followed her gaze, landing on the tall, willowy frame of Yelena Petrovk, with her long salt and pepper hair tied back in a low ponytail. Looking up from her plate, the Guide noticed Kat’s stare, flashing the large woman a sultry smile and quick wave. The qunari turned back around in her seat, eyes trained on a lonely slice of toast as though it might start clawing at wards any second now.

Johanna snorted before leaning in to whisper, “Interesting… very interesting…” She scrutinized the Guide further, taking in the woman’s every detail. “I wonder if that little wave has anything to do with why Yelena’s walking like that…”

Emmrich took another quick glance out of the corner of his eye, catching a subtle, sore teeter to the woman’s gait.

Katareth remained enthralled with her toast.

“Kat? Nothing to say?” her voice dripped with mock confusion.

The qunari stumbled over her words, managing, “She might’ve slept wrong.” When Johanna’s smirk only grew, Katareth hissed as pink crept up her face, “There could be a million reasons that don’t involve me.”

Her mentor leaned back, lips pursed and eyebrows raised. “Fair enough… But would any one of those million reasons also explain the hickey currently peeking out from her collar?”

Rather than respond, Katareth squeezed her eyes shut as she muttered a quiet ‘vashedan…’ before taking a long gulp of her coffee, attempting to shrink in on herself more than she already had.

While Emmrich knew the two had a more antagonistically familial relationship—with Johanna once describing Katareth as ‘the younger sister I never wanted’—he still felt the need to jump to the qunari’s defense. Or at least do something to distract himself from the uncomfortable roil of… was that jealousy? Surely not.

“Andraste’s grace, Johanna. Really?” he castigated, setting down Katareth’s notes on top of the stack for emphasis.

She threw up her hands in mock surrender. “I’m simply ensuring my former protégé doesn’t make some of the same mistakes I did in my youth, and a Watcher’s work is never through! I’m quite certain you’d do the same if Myrna was ever interested in anyone.”

At the mention of her name, his own protégé-turned-assistant raised her head groggily from the plate of potato and sausage she’d been slowly working on, still not entirely awake. “Hmm?” While she was an exceedingly bright mage well ahead of her peers, Myrna was by no means a morning person.

“And I’m quite certain that I would not. Even if I did have concerns, I wouldn’t be badgering her first thing in the morning in the dining hall. Now can we get back on topic?”

“Gladly.” Kat set down her empty coffee mug like a gavel, grabbing the substantial list of wards they needed to examine and laying them out, reviewing the ones that’d been confirmed as damaged.

From across the table, Johanna scrutinized him, eyes shifting from himself to Katareth several times before conceding with a clipped ‘Hm’.

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It had been several hours since they left the residential area of the Necropolis, and they’d made great progress thus far. Many of the protective wards this close to the surface were still in working order, only requiring a simple dusting that could be done atop horseback.

Katareth led their party, flanked by Johanna and himself, with Myrna riding behind Katareth. The necromancer watched as Kat gently tugged on Gustav’s reins each time they approached an intersection, head canting slightly to the side as she focused. He recalled her describing the Grand Necropolis’ ‘voice’ as a low, warm hum that quietly purred at the base of her skull, guiding her through the endless, ever-shifting maze.

The silence was broken when Myrna commented, “I read that the Herald’s began recruiting rebel mages to help seal the Breach in Ferelden.”

“Good. Maybe things will settle down around here once it’s finally closed,” Johanna asserted. “I’m tired of all these damned demons running amok.”

There was a brief lull before Myrna asked, “Do you think they were actually sent by Andraste?”

“No. They’re probably just some poor kid unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Katareth nodded in agreement, flicking a Veilfire brazier to life as she passed.

Emmrich was waiting to see how things played out before drawing his own conclusions. From what he’d read thus far, Shrike Adaar was a fairly young qunari. Too young to be a Ben-Hassrath spy sent to assassinate Divine Justinia, as some of the less charitable papers had speculated. Though their prior anonymity—and the fact that they were the sole survivor of an explosion that leveled the entirety of the Temple of Sacred Ashes—left just enough space for Emmrich to entertain the idea that they may have been one of the so-called ‘higher dead’.

From his right, Myrna sympathized with the herald, “Mm. However they survived, or wherever they came from, I don’t envy them. Having the eyes of the world on your every move… grappling with the deaths of everyone around you…” She thought for a moment before looking to their expedition leader. “Katareth, I have a question about Qunari life, though there isn’t really a delicate way to ask it.”

“I’m listening.” Despite Kat’s typical frustrations regarding the near-constant onslaught of inquiries thrown at her regarding the Qun—especially now that the identity of the Herald was common knowledge—Myrna was a rare exception. The two had shared sleeping quarters during their early years in the Necropolis and developed a deep friendship, granting the human a significant amount of privilege when it came to asking questions about her heritage.

“I heard the Herald lost their mother in the explosion, but I’ve always been told Qunari don’t have mothers. Or at least mothers don’t raise their children.”

“That’s correct. There aren’t family units under the Qun like there are here, as they’re considered an inefficient use of resources.” Though she continued to face forward, Emmrich could imagine the lopsided curl of her lips. “Instead, we’re raised in groups by women called ‘Tamassrans.’” She paused at another fork, listening intently to the Necropolis before nudging Gustav forward.

“That’s why I believe Adaar’s a Vashoth, not a Qunari qunari. Their mother might’ve been born under the Qun and fled when the Tamassrans tried to take her child.”

Emmrich felt his eyebrows raise slightly as he asked a question of his own, “How often does something like that happen?” He’d always assumed the vast majority of Qunari found life under the Qun’s strict philosophies acceptable, and Katareth was a rare exception due to their frankly barbaric treatment of anyone with arcane abilities—however minor those abilities may be.

“More often than you’d think. I can remember two separate incidents just like it happening within a month of each other back in Qundalon.”

“Do you know what became of them?” He hadn’t meant to ask the question aloud, but he couldn’t help his academic curiosity.

“Unfortunately, I do not… Uh, I ended up needing to flee about a week after the second one left,” she stated awkwardly.

“Oh, I-” Emmrich struggled to articulate an appropriate apology, with each one he considered sounding woefully pathetic when compared to his blunder. Had he known his questioning would lead to the delicate subject of Katareth’s childhood—or rather, the abrupt end of her childhood—he would never have opened his mouth in the first place. Of all the oafish things to ask about-

His self-flagellating was mercifully interrupted by a rare show of compassion from Johanna, who redirected the conversation in her own irreverent way. “And by the grace of the most holy Maker, you were shepherded beneath my generous, benevolent wings, little Kitty Kat.”

The qunari gave her a withering look, deadpanning a monotone, “How auspicious.”

“Awww, there’s my favorite scowl!” Leaning over on her own skeletal horse, Johanna patted Kat’s thigh patronizingly.

“My apologies, Katareth. I hadn’t intended to open old wounds,” he managed after far too long, in his critical opinion.

She turned, throwing him a warm, reassuring smile over a broad shoulder, “Don’t be. Leaving was the best decision for me, anyway. I… wouldn’t have thrived, had I stayed.” She thought for a moment before adding, “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be. Truly.”

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Despite the normally calm halls being abuzz with false life, the second day of their trip passed without any major hiccups.

Some of the bone amalgamations that rattled about in neglected halls had grown rather territorial as of late, forcing the Watchers’ hands on more than one occasion. To Emmrich’s immense delight, there were two previously undocumented morphologies, as well! Curiously, both were in vaguely lupine shapes. One conglomerated into the general form of a typical wolf, albeit several times larger, while the other resembled a werewolf, lumbering about on its ‘knuckles’ that were made of fragmented ribs.

Another notable event occurred after repairing an otherwise nondescript ward to a passable state. The moment the glyphs glimmered to life, a low rumble emanated from deeper within the Grand Necropolis. For every subsequent ward they repaired after that, the noise slowly grew in volume.

And the demons: they were everywhere! It seemed like every corridor had at least one. Many were easily dispatched, returning to the Fade with little fanfare. Others fought a little harder to remain, with a particularly stubborn envy demon attempting to masquerade (poorly) as a Guide of the Path, shepherding a flock of rage demons.

The pack-like behavior wasn’t particularly notable—weaker demons often grouped in an attempt to overwhelm potential threats—but the way they grouped was too… organized. Too regimented.

Emmrich wasn’t the only one to notice, with Myrna wondering aloud what variety of demon was at the top puppeteering them. A pride demon was the obvious choice, but Johanna reminded everyone that they likely would have heard its boastful taunts by now, leading to a fierce but friendly debate over what exactly they were up against.

As they deliberated, Katareth marked another ward of her list with a neat checkmark.

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Their second night had not been so fortunate.

It was a well-documented phenomenon that dreams tended to become progressively more vivid the deeper one went—with Emmrich speculating it to be a result of the ancient magicks that permeated the Necropolis, mixed with the strange liminal space it occupied between the material plane and the Fade. Under normal circumstances, this would not have been an issue. But the recent influx of demons resulted in night terrors that felt all-too real, dredging up nightmares Emmrich hadn’t had since before he left for the Circle.

Everyone’s fitful rest was disrupted by Myrna’s terrified scream, scrambling from their tents with swords and spells at the ready. His assistant had profusely apologized, diffusing the situation and assuring everyone it was just another bad dream. Johanna threw a few quick alarm spells up around their little camp before retreating to her tent with a grumble, encouraging everyone to attempt to get some sleep.

After ensuring Myrna was alright after what must’ve been a horrible dream, he slipped into his own bed roll. Just before his consciousness slipped, he heard a muffled, “Katareth…? Can I sleep in your tent tonight? It was the bear dream, again…”

A low “mhmm” rumbled in response before a quiet flap of leather signaled their own attempts at rest.

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The following morning was passable, all things considered. Breakfast was slowly eaten while reviewing which wards had been repaired thus far and which would require a second trip with rune forgers (forty-three and eight, respectively), as well as a quick overview of the last six they planned to visit before returning to the surface.

Camp was broken without issue, and the first two hours or so of their day had been spent making their way to the next ward. As they continued their descent, the time between wards only grew.

Emmrich found this extra distance to be a double-edged sword. It was fortuitous as it allowed them the opportunity to explore more of the lower levels, including a previously-undescribed catacomb. Less fortunate were the long lulls between conversations or new discoveries, allowing his fatigue from lack of sleep to creep in. When he felt his eyelids grow heavy, he wished he’d taken Katareth up on her offer of coffee earlier that morning.

His weariness evaporated when Myrna dismounted next to him, approaching the defective glyphs carved into a polished slab of chalcedony. Collecting a few material components from his Saddlebag of Holding, he joined her. A quick examination told him it would be a simple fix, requiring maybe twenty minutes at the most.

Katareth and Johanna stood guard, sending motes of light in either direction down the dusty corridor. As Myrna laid out the tools they’d need, he heard Johanna ask, “Hey, Kat. What kind of dragon is this?” The glyph opposed the opulent double doors that lead into the Gervhardt catacombs, decorated by a large mosaic depicting a furious battle between several hunters and a swooping high dragon.

“It’s a Kaltenzahn.” He heard the clink of sabatons on tile as she approached. “She has the distinctive red and blue pattern they’re famous for. Oh!” She gasped, audibly excited, “And if you look here, she’s clutching onto a human!”

He caught Myrna’s smirk out of the corner of his eye as the pair worked, listening in on their guards’ conversation.

“Assuming the records are accurate, the figure should be Damian Gervhardt. The Kaltenzahn’s claws pierced his chest in several locations when she grabbed him. But before he bled out, he was able to jab his sword between her osteoderms here, likely severing one of the arteries in her neck. She crashed on the shores of Lake Merdaine, and the rest of his hunting party was able to kill her once she was grounded.”

Johanna hummed, asking a few more questions that were too low for his ears to catch. Returning his full attention to the repairs, Emmrich was pleased to find their work completed within minutes. With a few final incantations, it flickered back to life, wafting a pleasant warmth across his face. Like stepping into sunlight.

A few moments after their restoration, Emmrich recoiled when a deep, guttural roar scraped against the inside of his skull.

“Cease, you pathetic rats! Your feeble defenses only serve to stoke my ire. This horrid tomb has become my chrysalis, and it is time for my triumphant emergence!”

Johanna huffed, rubbing her temples. “I’m ashamed to admit I was wrong; it appears we are just dealing with a pride demon,” she complained, taunting the corrupted spirit.

“You think my motives so base, wretched human? NO. I desire something far greater than anything your simple pride could wring...”

Everyone hastily returned to their mounts, trailing the qunari as she began following the voice to its source, nudging Gustav to a canter with her heels. She rushed through junctions, refusing to slow down now that the cause of their current predicament had revealed itself.

“You scurry like the disgusting vermin that slaughtered my younglings. No matter, you will fall just as they did.”

After several more jeers from the demon, they arrived at the ostentatious courtyard leading to the Pentaghast’s sprawling burial estate. Ivory marble braziers cradled emerald bonfires, casting reflections off gurgling fountains of red wine that were dotted throughout the topiary garden. It was beautiful. And massive. One of Emmrich’s colleagues had recently published a paper on the original blueprints of the estate, theorizing it covered nearly twice as much space as their castle on the surface. Laying eyes on the exterior alone, he believed it.

Within the tidy rows that connected the lawn’s many decorative features, possessed corpses shuffled about, draped in armor from centuries passed. They were typically passive towards Mourn Watchers, content to allow the Necropolis’ guardians to pass unhindered. This time, however, the corpses suddenly grew hostile, growling as they limped forward.

With a few well-practiced gestures of his hands, the mummies froze, unable to break through Emmrich’s arcane hold over them. He maintained the spell long enough for everyone to race toward the gilded doors of the estate proper, doors slamming shut behind them with a deep thud. With a flick of his wrists, he released his hold over the corpses, now safe from their misguided defenses.

Looking around, the almost gaudy extravagance that pervaded everything House Pentaghast did on the surface continued below. A massive chandelier glittered with thousands of little crystals above, tinkling gently as it threw sparkles of green light down upon the Watchers. The black marble under their horses’ trotting hooves was polished to a mirror finish, and the red velvet curtains that covered each window were accented with gold embroidery featuring Nevarra’s prominent skull and flower motif.

“NO! You will not stop me! Not when I am so near my prize…”

A piercing PING rang out through the foyer as the chain from which the giant chandelier dangled broke, sending the metal frame plummeting toward Myrna. With a quick snap of her fingers, she disappeared, rematerializing a few feet away as the chandelier crashed upon her horse, sending bone fragments and shards of crystal in every direction.

The normally genteel healer blurted an exasperated “Damn!” as she righted herself and dusted debris from her skirts. Myrna pulled herself up onto Emmrich’s saddle, seating herself behind him. She urged them forward and answered everyone’s concerned questions with a breathless, “I’m fine, I’m fine! But let’s continue on. Whatever this demon is, we need to kill it before it brings the roof down on our heads.”

Katareth’s fury was evident when she returned her attention to the culprit, shouting, “Speak, then! What prize!?”

“RETRIBUTION!”

The qunari’s silver brows furrowed, likely expecting a more grandiose desire befitting a pride demon.

“Myrna, you may have been right when you speculated the Necropolis’ interloper was a revenge demon, yesterday.” Were they in more agreeable circumstances, Emmrich might have used this as an opportunity to excitedly lecture his colleagues on the seldom-seen inhabitants of the Fade. Instead, he was restricted to an abridged summary, “Revenge demons ride a fine line between pride and rage, but they can be distinguished by their singular goal of exacting whatever vengeance the corpse they possess sought in the moment of their death.”

Katareth turned to face him, “Are they more or less dangerous than a pride demon?”

“I’m unsure. There have been so few encountered, and even less that have adequate descriptions of those encounters,” he explained quickly before adding, “Though—like with most possessions—the physicality of the body they inhabit does play a role in determining their threat. If this is a Pentaghast mummy, I’m confident the four of us could subdue it without too much issue…” he trailed off uncertainly.

Johanna interjected, “That didn’t exactly sound like a Pentaghast’s final demand, Volkarin.”

“I know…” Emmrich sighed. While he dreaded the alternative, the demon’s earlier claims of ‘slaughtered younglings’ combined with the many dragon corpses that have been carted down here over the centuries pointed to a much more dire conclusion.

It seemed everyone had independently come to the same answer when Myrna cautiously confirmed, “Professor, are you implying there’s a possessed dragon somewhere on the estate?”

“It’s certainly a possibility.”

Katareth heaved a breath, rubbing circles into her temple, “Well that complicates things, somewhat.”

None present had ever been on one of the Pentaghast’s famed dragon hunts, though it was widely known that they were typically conducted with dozens upon dozens of combatants. The specific location of the demon also put the Watchers into an exceedingly dangerous political situation, as well.

While the Mortalitasi held significant power and influence within Nevarra, there were already suspicious whispers among the upper echelons that King Markus’ Mortalitasi advisors puppeteered the aging monarch, ruling the country through him. Were word to get out that a group of Mourn Watchers sat idly by—or even abandoned!—the Pentaghast’s charnel estate while it was torn asunder by a demon, the resulting outcry could lead to an all-out civil war. Emmrich’s thoughts grew more grim when he realized their expedition leader’s heritage would only stoke the flames further. There was no option other than to continue forward, regardless of the potentially lethal threat they faced. Anything else could be considered high treason.

“Well… we’ve come this far, there’s no point in turning back now,” Katareth stated confidently, attempting to rally her companions.

Johanna nodded with a grim determination. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get to see your first dragon.”

“I was rather hoping for it to be alive, but beggars can’t be choosers, I guess,” she laughed humorlessly. “Um… Let’s check the charnel halls first; if it’s truly vengeance the demon wants, we should check areas with the highest concentrations of bodies. If we don’t find anything there, we can look elsewhere.”

Setting Katareth’s plan in motion, they moved on, forgoing proper etiquette such as dismounting in favor of exorcising the demon as quickly as possible.

All of the charnel wings were void of demons, only hosting a few lounging Pentaghast mummy that paid their party little mind. Continuing deeper into the mansion, Emmrich had to resist stopping his horse several times, in awe of the magnificent architecture and gaudy décor.

Everywhere they examined proved fruitless. The bathhouses that bubbled cloyingly-perfumed waters, the library with towering bookshelves extending far past what Emmrich could see in the dim light, and even the chapel with its golden statue of Andraste, arms beckoning their entrance, sat empty.

When Katareth pushed open the double doors encrusted with jeweled dragons that led into the expansive trophy room, they knew they were on the right track.

Dozens of dragons had been strung up and taxidermized in action poses, and even more lay haphazardly along the perimeter, dragged in unceremoniously following their slaughter. None of the draconic mummies were complete, all showing some variety of post-mortem manipulation.

Broad chests lay deflated following the removal of lungs and hearts, and several were decapitated entirely, leaving expertly-sliced stumps at the end of thick necks. A few were skinned completely, revealing greyed muscle that had been tanned with time. In the very center of the room sat an empty exhibit, metal supporting wires splayed in all directions.

Katareth halted. “Do you hear that…?”

Everyone held their breath, straining to listen… There it was! Emmrich felt more than heard a deep, rhythmic thump from deeper within the mansion.

Hot on the demon’s trail, the Watchers galloped down long corridors, following a wake of gouged tiles and shredded tapestries before passing under a large, broken lintel. On either side lay two massive oak doors, blasted off their hinges.

Katareth halted at the top of a grand marble staircase, frozen in place by what she saw. The lavish grandiosity of the Pentaghast estate seemed to have abandoned the decimated remains of the grand ballroom. Many of the stained-glass windows were shattered, casting kaleidoscopes across the ground that were interspersed with tattered velvet scraps and the stone limbs of smashed statues. Once-exquisite paintings featuring glorious dragon hunts were clawed through, canvases singed and frayed at the edges. But all that destruction paled in comparison to the horrible visage that waited at the far end of the room.

At the top of the stairs, pounding into the massive golden double-doors that led to the throne room where Caspar the Magnificent reposed, was a colossal mummified dragon. Massive swaths of its hide had been peeled away over the centuries, providing a disgusting glimpse at sinewy muscles that ground against each other with every ear-splitting rake of its claws against metal.

Upon realizing it was no longer alone, the demon halted its assault, slowly swiveling its head like an owl toward the Mourn Watchers. Emmrich couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through his body when the vacant, hollow pits where its eyes would have once sat seemed to peer into his very soul.

“Is that… Caspar’s Vinsomer…?” Katareth whispered almost reverently.

Though the high dragon’s maw didn’t move, Emmrich nevertheless heard its awful voice in his head. “So you DO understand what you meddle in… And still, you attempt to thwart my righteous vengeance against the one who butchered me?”

Kat found her voice, “But you’re not the high dragon slain by Caspar all those centuries ago, are you? You’re a simple demon whose found an empty corpse to parade around in!”

“SILENCE!” The revenant roared, spreading its leathery wings and kicking up a gale. “If I must kill you to reach my true prey, so be it…”

The dragon leapt from its perch at the top of the stairs, landing in the center of the grand ballroom. The mansion quaked under its feet as a swarm of dust swirled.

As she unsheathed her greatsword, Katareth rushed information to her fellow Watchers. “Vinsomers are especially susceptible to damage originating from the Fade, but I’m not sure how the possession will affect that. Regardless, try to take out her wings first, and be mindful of her tail. Above all else, don’t get caught.”

When everyone nodded in confirmation, the qunari kicked her heels in to Gustav’s ribs, charging ahead to draw the demon’s ire away from her lightly-armored allies, sword cloaked in Veilfire.

Emmrich erected a quick arcane shield as he retreated to the far wall with Myrna, giving her the safety and distance she needed to weave precise bolts of magic that sliced away at its tattered wings. There were a few corpses scattered about the hall that he was able to guide spirits into, entreating their help. It was a careful balancing act, managing both his summons and mount, painfully aware of the fact that it was not just his own life he needed to guard with his jockeying.

He spotted Johanna darting along the perimeter, slamming devastating volleys of Veilfire into the exposed muscles. Each successive hit pulled a roar from the demon. “When the cur you call ‘Caspar’ is naught but dust, I will hunt his every heir like the vermin they are!”

Just when Emmrich thought the high dragon would bring a foul hand down upon Katareth, Gustav sidestepped, rushing between the revenant’s legs as she raised her sword to slice down its belly. It reared back, swiping its tree trunk of a tail into one of Emmrich’s summons, sending it careening into the wall. The marble buckled under the force of the impact.

The qunari circled around the dragon, drawing her greatsword across its ankle, beginning the arduous process of slicing through taut ligaments. As the revenant limped away, a ruined wing flumped to the ground behind it, freed from its shoulder by Myrna’s precise casting.

“His soul shall know the pain of my wrath, Watchers!”

Giving his reins a firm yank, Emmrich’s horse bolted to the right, narrowly avoiding a slab of stone launched by the demon in retaliation. Skeletal warriors hacked at its other ankle, pulling the demon’s attention in far too many directions.

The dragon inhaled, fraying the wiry muscles of its pectorals as its chest expanded. Its remaining wing beat furiously, kicking up a gale. With a deafening CRACK of thunder, it exhaled a gout of lightning up into the chandeliers. Magenta bolts arced wildly throughout the wrought frame and shattered the thousands of crystals, conjuring a devastating squall of razor-sharp shards.

Emmrich realized all too late that his shield only guarded their front when the rain of crystal nicked his exposed skin, trickling warm blood down his face. He felt Myrna tuck herself into the back of his leather battlecoat, protecting herself from the majority of the onslaught.

“I will reclaim my rightful lands from those who usurped me!”

As the high dragon maintained the storm, Johanna caught its remaining wing alight. The incessant beating only fed the flames, quickly spreading to engulf the entire limb as emerald chewed through dried flesh like kindling. As the patagium that stretched between bones disintegrated, the winds petered out, driving the revenant mad with desperation.

“N-No! I will end the Pentaghast bloodline! Just as they ended mine!”

Blood dripped into Emmrich’s eye, stinging as it blinded him. He attempted to rub it away and handed the reins to Myrna. Squinting, he watched blearily as a massive arm swiped out at something across the ballroom. A pained feminine wail rang through the hall. From behind him, Myrna shouted, “Johanna!” while his horse rocketed forward as the spirit healer raced to assist.

By the time they made it to her, Johanna had managed to sit upright, though one of her arms dangled unnaturally and a large gash marred her right cheek. Using her good arm, a whip of green magic snagged around her panicked mount’s neck, reining it in. “Fucking bitch slapped me off my horse…” Blood dribbled down her chin into the collar of her arming jacket.

Myrna leapt from his saddle, hands already aglow with cyan magic as she palpated the smaller Watcher’s arm gently. Turning to look up, his assistant urged him, “Go help Katareth; we’ll be fine!”

He’d managed to blink away the majority of blood, regaining his sight to watch as Katareth guided Gustav hither and thither, struggling to remain just out of reach of the revenant as she refocused its aggression away from her injured mentor.

“Little Tal-Vashoth! I sense the coils of fear that squeeze at your heart… Join me and become my champion against the Pentaghast blight,” it implored in a last-ditch effort, limping toward the reaper as its strength waned under their collective efforts. “We will paint the streets of Nevarra red with our vengeance!”

Dodging a grasping paw, the qunari raced to the dragon’s side, raising her greatsword to stab into its chest. Utilizing Gustav’s momentum to force the blade deeper, Katareth twisted her blade as fire blazed at the edges of the gaping wound.

When the flames reduced to smoldering chartreuse embers, Emmrich had a clear view of its withered heart, pulsing pinkish with the demon’s corrupt essence. Locking in on his target, the Mourn Watcher wove a hex into the exposed chest cavity that clutched around the corrupted organ.

Oblivious to the Walking Bomb now nestled between its ribs, the revenant crackled magenta along its throat, exhaling a gout of lightning that danced across the cracked tiles. The blast narrowly missed Gustav as he leapt away. But when the asaarash landed, a boney hoof slipped into one of the numerous fissures in the floor, snapping a metacarpal and spilling both himself and his rider across the floor.

Katareth rolled several times, coming to an abrupt halt when a massive, anisodactyl hand came down upon her chest. As the demon dragged her closer, her plate armor screeched as it carved jagged scars in the black marble. Emmrich watched helplessly as she struggled, his summons’ brutal attacks going entirely ignored as the revenant stared down the much livelier prey now in its grasp. Kat attempted to hold back the mangled digits that pressed into her cuirass, shouting with desperate exertion as the metal slowly crumpled like parchment under the immense weight of her captor.

Acting on instinct, he conjured a rope of Veil and connected it to the middle digit of the dragon’s hand before tying it around the horn of his saddle, kicking his mount to move. ‘I just have to buy time for the hex to finish charging. Should be any moment now…’ he reminded himself.

As more lightning zapped along its massive neck, the high dragon lowered its maw to hover over Katareth’s terrified face while it’s mandible creaked open. “I will not be felled again!”

Two more glowing ropes connected to the revenant, one joining his while the other looped around a thick horn. Looking to his side, he watched hopefully as Myrna gave her cord a savage yank from her seat behind Johanna, saddled once again.

With a flick of his assistant’s wrist, Kat’s greatsword skittered to her side. Taking hold of it, she thrust it upward, crunching through the dragon’s soft palate and into its rotted brain.

“I. WILL. HAVE. VENGEANCE.”

Despite their ironclad hold, the Watchers’ combined strength was no match for the dragon as its desiccated fingers flexed, piercing through her armor and ripping a blood-curdling scream from the reaper as maroon bubbled up and over.

Emmrich was momentarily taken by the strange, macabre beauty of the way her lifeblood snaked through the delicate embellishments of her breastplate—like a dozen little crimson rivers that waterfalled into the pool that expanded on the black tile below…

With a deafening ‘BOOM’, the necromancer’s Walking Bomb finally—finally!—detonated in a blast of violet, heralding the demon’s demise. The explosion obliterated its withered heart and split its chest along the spine like a flytrap in reverse, splaying ribs and vertebral projections in all directions. It was only thanks to Myrna’s continued pulls on the dragon’s horn that prevented it from landing directly atop Katareth, jagged jaw slack as it thudded between themselves and their prone ally.

His assistant wasted no time dismounting, letting the rope in her hand disintegrate while she darted around the skull. He and Johanna followed, dismayed to watch as Myrna fumbled with the reaper’s armor, not entirely familiar with how it all fit together. Slapping the spirit healer’s hands away, Johanna hurriedly unbuckled Kat’s gorget, instructing Myrna to cradle the qunari’s head while she peeled it away, unclipping her dented pauldrons at the same time. From her position at Katareth’s side, Johanna barked an order to hold the dragon’s hand still while they figured out what to do with her crumpled cuirass.

Grasping the giant paw between his hands, Emmrich placed a foot on either side of her hips, in awe of the sheer size of the limb he hoisted. Looking up, he made eye contact with their qunari, yellow eyes glazed somewhat with shock. Her gaze lazily traveled downward, following Myrna’s hands as she teased the breastplate from around each claw with a pair of thick shears.

Kat struggled to speak, hacking droplets of red that splattered the back of Emmrich’s hands as her arms pawed weakly at a mummified digit.

“Shhh… You’re fine, Katareth! You don’t need to do anything—we’ve everything well under control!” He attempted to reassure her, though his voice lacked any sort of conviction. Surely she couldn’t die, right? She was far better than that Gervhardt dragon hunter from earlier…

With a grunt, Myrna bent away the last of her breastplate, revealing a tattered evergreen gambeson now stained black with blood.

As the spirit healer cut at the thick, quilted wool, Johanna cooed, “Emmrich’s right. You’ll be fine.” Her brown eyes trained on Kat’s mangled chest; face pinched into a deep frown as things were distinctly not fine. The final layer of linen was peeled away with her gambeson, leaving only a black brassiere to protect her modesty.

Her state was… grave. Emmrich’s usually vast vocabulary failed him as that was the only word his mind could conjure. Grave. Her sternum bent awkwardly between two claws, and while she was thankfully still drawing breath, it appeared to be a laborious undertaking every time.

Myrna quietly but confidently doled out instructions, slipping a strip of leather between the reaper’s teeth. “Professor, pull them out one at a time when I give the signal. You’ll have to move with the curve of each claw, so do your best to not damage anything further. Johanna, try to keep her as still as possible: healing will progress much more smoothly if she’s not squirming about.” Looking down, she addressed Katareth directly, “And you… you… don’t die. I forbid it.” Uncorking a vial of mercurial liquid, Myrna threw her head back, grimacing at the bitter taste of lyrium.

They began with the hallux lodged just above her right hip, as it would give them greater freedom to manipulate the other digits. Emmrich gripped it at the base, pulling with a hasty flick as his assistant cupped her hands around the wound. Myrna’s eyes and hands glowed, calling upon Fade spirits to knit grey skin closed as Kat attempted to roll away with a groan, still not entirely cognizant. When the healer withdrew her hands, they revealed a wide divot of fresh, silvery skin.

Next would be the fourth digit, wedged between two lower ribs on her left side. This one also slipped easily, but was longer than the last, requiring a bit more finesse to extract. Katareth’s head lolled to the side, jaw clenching on leather as she recoiled more forcefully, attempting to buck Johanna off with a hiss. Nevertheless, it healed just as the last one had.

Wiping sweat from her brow and throwing back another vial, she advised, “These last two will be the worst, so let’s work quickly, yeah?” With a nod of her head, Emmrich attempted to remove the first digit just as he had the last two, embedded above the swell of her right breast. As he pulled, it held fast, snagging.

“It’s stuck on something!” The reaper lurched under him, spitting the leather strip to the side as she cried out.

“Then unstick it!” Johanna snarled, pressing her entire bodyweight onto Kat’s shoulders as she thrashed.

Myrna’s steady voice interrupted his rebuttal. “Try pushing the claw forward more, then pull,” she suggested, pressing radiant hands on either side of the puncture. “The tip is cracked and it’s catching on a rib.”

Following the spirit healer’s advice, he was relieved to find that worked, wincing at the awful sucking sound the claw made as it was pulled free. Her chest heaved as the wound’s edges glimmered cyan, stitching together.

Focused on ending Katareth’s agony as efficiently as possible, Emmrich wrapped his hands around the middle digit embedded behind her right collarbone, gasping when a cold, clammy grey hand wrapped around his wrist like a manacle. Cold. Maker, she’s never cold. She was staring at him again. Before, the reaper appeared somewhat dazed. Now, however, there was an awful mixture of anger and fear that turned his stomach.

The comparatively tiny hands of Johanna attempted to pry Kat’s fingers from his wrist, pleading, “Damn it, Kat! He’s trying to help you, I promise! Now let go!”

With some not-so-gentle persuasion, Katareth reluctantly allowed the smaller Watcher to peel her hand away, though her eyes remained trained on Emmrich’s every move. The necromancer had to remind himself that she was likely not in her right mind, in immense amounts of pain.

Above her, Myrna mouthed a countdown. When she reached ‘one’, he dragged the last massive talon from behind Katareth’s right collarbone, blood briefly rushing as pressure was released.

A gurgled shout bounced off the walls of the ballroom, devolving into wracking coughs as the spirit healer’s magic repaired her cracked sternum and punctured lung. Once she was satisfied with the reaper’s stability, Myrna helped roll Kat to her side, allowing her to more easily dispel the blood in her airway.

As she hacked and spat, Johanna leaned down next to her, quietly praising her former protégé as she rubbed at the qunari’s back soothingly, “Easy, get it all out… You did so well, Katareth, I’m so proud of you…”

Emmrich rose, dropping the paw by Katareth’s feet before stepping away with the distinct feeling as though he were intruding on what was supposed to be a private moment. Myrna must have felt similarly, as she too left the qunari’s side, wiping her hands on her skirts and leaving thick, red streaks across the fabric. She joined Emmrich several paces away, reaching up to heal the paper-thin slices that peppered his face and pressing a red vial into his hand.

He accepted the glass and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder when she swayed slightly, pupils constricted from the lyrium she’d imbibed. “Thank you… And to be clear, I’m incredibly proud of you, as well, Myrna.”

She gave him a tired but contented smile, sitting on one of the high dragon’s biceps as she looked around the trashed ballroom. “So… who will be the one to tell Prelate Pentaghast about all this?” She pulled a second vial from her satchel, clinking it against his own before taking a long draught.

He exhaled as he sat next to her. “Technically, that would be one of Katareth’s responsibilities as the expedition leader. However I suspect Vestalus will take the news better if Johanna or I tell him, so I’ll volunteer myself.” She’d been through enough already, and the Prelate’s likely ire would serve as something of a penance for the additional pain he’d put her through.

The spirit healer hummed, leaning to rest her chin in her hands, eyes closed. The two sat in companionable silence for several minutes as they finished their potions, the only sounds being Johanna’s inaudible praises and Kat’s occasional wet coughs.

Gustav!

Rising, Emmrich spotted the massive skeleton hunched protectively near the qunari, snapped leg still wedged between two broken slabs of rubble in the distance. Dislodging the limb with no small amount of effort, he considered his next course of action. Reconnecting the bone would be simple; Emmrich had plenty of experience repairing his most recent project: a human skeleton he’d been referring to as ‘Manfred’. Working with Gustav, on the other hand…

In life, the asaarash was an absolute brute, throwing his substantial weight around and bullying anyone who wasn’t his master. Following his death, Katareth somehow managed to find a spirit of duty that replicated his deplorable behavior to a T, much to the disappointment and frustration of everyone who wasn’t her.

Emmrich attempted to call the spirit away from his reaper’s side several times to no avail. It wasn’t until Johanna looped a finger under the skeleton’s mandible and shoved him toward Emmrich with a steely, “Move, you big beast!” that Gustav slowly hobbled over, snorting in displeasure. He kneeled before the horse, holding the jagged ends of bone together and fusing them with a few whispered incantations.

Clearing her throat, Katareth’s scratchy voice drawled from several feet away, “Let’s rest here for a few hours... We can fix the last of the wards once everyone’s feeling a bit better…”

Johanna was quick to rebuke. “Mmm, I think not. There are other groups of Watchers who’re perfectly capable. I agree with resting, but we really should get you to the surface. No offense, Myrna—you did wonderfully! I just… want to get another set of eyes on her.” The spirit healer hummed affirmatively, too exhausted to render further aid even if she wanted to.

When Kat frowned, Johanna patiently reminded her: “One of our primary goals coming down here was to find whatever was responsible for the wards being broken in the first place. We’ve done that.” She looked to Emmrich, entreating the support of her long-time friend.

“I concur. There will already need to be a subsequent trip to replace the wards Myrna and I could not repair, and I don’t think the rune forgers will be too terribly put out if we give them a few more.”

With Gustav’s leg reconnected, the horse tentatively placed his weight on the limb before returning to Katareth’s side dutifully.

The reaper finally conceded with an exhausted, “…Fine.”

The next few hours passed peacefully as they took a brief respite, with everyone attempting to return themselves to a somewhat presentable state. The crumpled remains of Katareth’s armor were shoved haphazardly into Gustav’s Saddlebag of Holding, opting to change into one of her looser-fitting linen shirts with Myrna’s assistance, instead.

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As the party began their gradual ascent, Johanna saddled up to Katareth’s side. Scrutinizing the qunari, she sighed, “Damn, Kitty. You look terrible.”

Katareth appraised her elder. “We look terrible,” she corrected, plucking a crystal shard from Johanna’s armor.

She laughed, “Fair enough. And hey, we’ve got matching scars, now.” Johanna gestured to the fresh scar that sliced below her right eye, comparing it to the prominent jagged line that ran from the reaper’s left chin to cheekbone.

The qunari hummed approvingly, “So we do! Yours is on the wrong side, though.”

“Ugh. There’s no pleasing you, is there…” Johanna huffed. Thinking for a moment, she smirked, “…I guess I’ll just have to ask Yelena for advice.”

Despite the small pool of blood she left behind in the Pentaghast’s grand ballroom, Katareth still had enough in her body to flush a dusky rose. “I hate you.”

Johanna’s cackling laugh bounced off the corridors, “Tell you what: next time I’m facing down a mummified dragon, I’ll politely ask it to attempt clawing out my left eye, instead. How’s that sound?”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”

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