#grand nord grand large

[stephanedugast]

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[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 347, 17 décembre 1892, Paris. No. 14. — Manteaux et pardessus. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Très riche manteau en velours du Nord vert-myrte, couvert de broderies de soie noire. Dos très ajusté, devant droit, avec bas garni par une bande de martre, faisant ourlet. Manches ballon, très brodées, retombant sur un haut poignet uni. Boa de plumes de coq, manchon de fourrure semblable à celle du bas du manteau. Chapeau en feutre gris, entouré par une torsade de velours vert-myrte, et couvert en dessus par deux grandes plumes d'autruche blanches, retombant sur la nuque.

(1) Very luxurious coat in myrtle-green Northern velvet, covered with black silk embroidery. Very fitted back, straight front, with bottom trimmed with a strip of marten, forming a hem. Balloon sleeves, heavily embroidered, falling on a high plain cuff. Boa of rooster feathers, fur muff similar to that of the bottom of the coat. Hat in gray felt, surrounded by a twist of myrtle-green velvet, and covered on top by two large white ostrich feathers, falling on the nape of the neck.

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(2) Longue jaquette demi-ajustée, en lainage gris, broché noir. Elle est boutonnée au cou sous deux petits brandebourgs, recouverts par un empiècement de passementerie noire, s'élevant au-dessus en grand col Médicis, doublé de velours, partir des brandebourgs, la jaquette ouvre jusqu'au bas sous un revers de satin gris, encadrant un long gilet de velours noir, boutonné jusqu'au bas. Manches très bouffantes du haut, très étroites du bas.

Chapeau de velours gris, couvert de nœuds et de coques de satin gris.

(2) Long, semi-fitted jacket, in gray wool, black brocade. It is buttoned at the neck under two small frogs, covered by a yoke of black braid, rising above in a large Medici collar, lined with velvet, from the frogs, the jacket opens to the bottom under a gray satin lapel, framing a long black velvet waistcoat, buttoned to the bottom. Very puffed sleeves at the top, very narrow at the bottom.

Gray velvet hat, covered with gray satin bows and shells.

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(3) Jaquette très ajustée, en velours moiré hanneton, couverte de broderies de soie noire, avec perles mordorées. Collier et garniture d'astrakan, faisant tout le tour de la jaquette et se retrouvant au bas, autour de la jupe. Manches très brodées, à parements d'astrakan, larges du haut, très collantes du bas.

Petite capote de velours moiré hanneton, dentelée tout autour et garnie sur le sommet, devant, par une touffe de plumes d'autruche noires.

(3) Very fitted jacket, in moiré chafer velvet, covered with black silk embroidery, with bronze pearls. Collar and trim of astrakhan, going all the way around the jacket and ending at the bottom, around the skirt. Heavily embroidered sleeves, with astrakhan facings, wide at the top, very tight at the bottom.

Small hood of moiré chafer velvet, scalloped all around and trimmed on the top, in front, with a tuft of black ostrich feathers.

[reyolivier]

Beagle, un canal entre deux océans

« Le plus beau contraste jamais vu entre mer et glace »  - Charles Darwin durant sa navigation à bord du navire Le Beagle dans le détroit qui deviendra le canal de Beagle.

Entre les océans Pacifique et Atlantique, entre l’Argentine et le Chili, le canal de Beagle forme un détroit qui s’étend d’est en ouest sur 240 km de long et relie les deux océans. Ce bras de mer coupe la Terre de Feu en deux : la grande île au nord et un archipel formé d’une multitude de petites îles au sud.

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Beagle, a channel between two oceans

“The most beautiful contrast ever seen between sea and ice” - Charles Darwin during his navigation aboard the ship The Beagle in the strait that would become the Beagle Channel.

Between the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, between Argentina and Chile, the Beagle Channel forms a strait that extends from east to west for 240 km long and connects the two oceans. This arm of the sea cuts Tierra del Fuego in two: the large island to the north and an archipelago made up of a multitude of small islands to the south.

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[falmerbrook]

Snow Elf culture?

*pulls up a chair*

Perhaps...

A wee disclaimer that I'm not particularly good or creative with developing cultures or societies, but my brain has just latched on to the snow elves in a way where I can't stop myself. But anyway

I developed a lot of this because of a big ass draft for a fic I've been writing on and off about Gelebor and Vyrthur, so a lot of my headcanons are religion heavy. I'll start there:

Gelebor seems to place Auri-El and the Chantry of Auri-El as having significant importance to the Snow Elves over the other gods/temples. He's probably got a bit of bias in that regard since he's devoted his life to Auri-El, but in order to differentiate their religion from the other elven ones I like to think that their religion in general worshipped Auri-El as not even just as the figure head of their pantheon, but almost monotheistical, while the other gods (Trinimac, Syrabane, Jephre and Phynaster according to Gelebor) were like minor divine figures or just legendary heroes even more than in Altmer myth, depending on the interpretation. My idea is that if their culture had been allowed to continue on, it would've eventually become monotheistic, but by the arrival of the Nords they were in a bit of an awkward transition period with it.

I also like to lean into the sun motif with Auri-El that they established in Dawnguard and with Auriel's Bow, partially because it's another thing to make their depiction of him more unique, and in part because it makes some very juicy irony for Vyrthur. Some ideas include:

- The more religious folk tend to pray at noon when the sun is at it's highest. - The two biggest snow elf festivals happen on the summer and winter solstices. As far north as they are, the summer solstice is during a time of year where the sun barely sets and the winter one is during a time of year where it barely rises. The summer one is more jovial and celebratory, with a grand feast. With almost 24 hours of daylight, the festivities last up to three days straight, with folks commonly staying awake for over 24 hours. Most of it is spent outside, with the celebration being focused on making the most of the weather and daylight hours to spend as much time in the sun and the light of Auri-El as possible. The winter festival is as large scale but lasts longer and is lower-key. It also involves a feast but features more winter foods and meat and alcohol. It is more pensive. At this point in the year, there is no full daylight, and so this season is seen as a test of one’s faith and mental fortitude. This festival acts as a break from this trying time, taking time to relax, build community (a strong community will allow them to make it through the winter and strengthen their minds), and bond with family and friends. It is about a weeklong break, where leading up to the festival everyone works harder to prepare for it and allow themselves to have the break. There are activities and festivities, but they remain indoors for the most part and are smaller. - I've referenced this before, but with long winters with little sunlight (due to harsh weather and short days), they see that time of year as a reflective test of will and faith.

Due to their proximity to dragons, it was hard to miss the connection between Auri-El (/Akatosh) and dragons, and so their depiction of Auri-El is either much more influenced by the iconography of dragons, or is a dragon (although their depiction of dragon Auri-El is much more benevolent than the Nord/Atmoran one). I got the idea for this one from this Reddit post (i know I dog on Reddit a lot but this one has got some fun stuff in it, even if it's a bit out there)

^On that note, later in the timeline (post Dragon War (the timeline is very fuzzy on when this and the Night of Tear happens. They are both sometime vaguely in the late Merethic Era I believe, but it's unclear which happens first or how long each conflict is)) some Snow Elves see a sort of unreturned, unofficial comradery with dragons, seeing themselves as both on the receiving end of the Nord's/Atmoran's brutality (disregarding whether it was warranted or not in the context of the Dragon War).

Ok here's some more general cultural ones:

I mentioned my reasoning for this in this post, but I like to think their general settlements were not as permanent, with a larger focus on wood and building into the sides of hills (good for warmth), while their temples tended to be made of stone and much more permanent. This is why there are so few identifiable Snow Elf ruins across Skyrim. Their cities and towns were easy to wipe out, scavenged for resources, or were in good places for Nordic cities (perhaps Bromjunaar was originally the site of a Snow Elf city?), and their temples were either very hidden (e.g. the Chantry of Auri-El) or eventually converted to Nordic temples.

I love this journal in general for gleaning ideas for Snow Elf headcanons for, but one interesting this is the use of "Old Ones" and "Young One". They're treated like established titles. From that I like to think they place a lot of emphasis on the respect of those older than you. The social hierarchy and whose opinions are most valued is heavily influenced by age. Folks call anyone older or more revered “Old Ones” as a term of respect, and anyone younger than them “Young Ones”. Old One is almost never used in a demeaning way, but Young One can be (not always). Typically, “Old Ones” is used in the third person (e.g. you wouldn’t refer to someone directly as “old one”) whole “Young One(s)” can be used as an epithet for someone directly or in third person.

When thinking about death/"burial" customs (needed for some scenes in the fic I'm planning), you have to consider that there probably wasn't a lot of land in a place like Skyrim where someone can be buried. Nords intern their dead in crypts or burn them to get around this, and I like to think Snow Elves participated in something akin to sky burials (at least sometimes). After preparation, the departed's body is left outside on a ledge, cliff, or the temple balcony to be scavenged by birds. This is seen as a metaphorical return to Aetherius, while their soul literally returns to it. They do this even in poor weather or deep winter. If it doesn’t thaw and rot/be scavenged until months later, so be it. The length it takes to rot is considered indicative of how long it takes for the spirit to let go and move on (not in a bad way though. It’s interpreted more in the way of the soul or body grieving). It's seen as if they may wish to wait until spring to finally rot if they want to experience one more warm, sunny day.

Food (I mostly wrote this in my notes in the context of the Forgotten Vale and Chantry of Auri-El, but I think it could work elsewhere as well to an extent): Plant-based food is grown in gardens in the spring and summer, and that that is able to be stored is carefully preserved through the fall and winter. Winter foods include some nuts, dried vegetables, and dried and preserved/fermented grains (like wheat, barely). These foods must be eaten slowly throughout the winter to last, and winter diets are more meat based. Summer foods include apples, cabbage/lettuce, leeks, tomatoes etc. Snowberries can be found in the wild out of season of most other fruits, and provide fruit in very early spring. Occasionally, fungus from caves is harvested, but this is seen as a delicacy (foreshadowing).

Ok, that's it for now. I gotta go to bed. Thanks for the ask!!!! :D

[sciatu]

Le nuvole grigie ricoprono l’azzurro del cielo, coprono i monti sopra Taormina e velano l’Etna fino a nasconderla. Scendiamo tra le vie di Taormina, lucide di pioggia, per andare nella grande Villa. Ci accolgono viali pieni di fiori e di profumi, e panorami in cui si intravede l’infinito, mentre il mare quieto, si svuota di sagge barche che prevedendo la tempesta, tornano lentamente a riva. La Villa è piena di alberi di ogni specie perché chi la iniziò a creare, Lady FlorenceTrevelyan, la cugina della regina Vittoria, volle creare una piccola oasi con fiori e piante di tutto il mondo dove gli animali potessero vivere indisturbati e lei potesse trovare il suo paradiso lussureggiante. Così, alberi tropicali crescono accanto a pini del lontano nord, fiori del nuovo mondo brillano luminosi accanto ai fiori locali lussureggianti ed eterni nel loro instancabile fiorire. I rumori del mondo sono lontani. Lontani il caos e le follie di chi crede nell’acciaio e nel cemento. Qui vi è solo il canto dei cardellini, il richiamo delle ciaule, il saltellare delle gazze, ed il sospiro del vento appena nato dal mare, che nervosamente sfida i monti a fermarlo, rubando nubi e stracciandole nel cielo. All’ingresso della villa due giovani amanti alati. Perché l’amore dona le ali degli angeli a chi di lui si nutre e con lui sogna.

The gray clouds cover the blue sky, cover the mountains above Taormina and veil Etna until they hide it. We go down the streets of Taormina, shiny with rain, to go to the large Villa. We are welcomed by avenues full of flowers and scents, and panoramas where you can glimpse the infinite, while the calm sea, empties of wise boats that, foreseeing the storm, slowly return to shore. The Villa is full of trees of every species because the person who began to create it, Lady Florence Trevelyan, cousin of Queen Victoria, wanted to create a small oasis with flowers and plants from all over the world where animals could live undisturbed and she could find her lush paradise. Thus, tropical trees grow next to pines from the far north, flowers from the new world shine brightly next to the local flowers lush and eternal in their tireless blooming. The noises of the world are far away. Far away is the chaos and madness of those who believe in steel and cement. Here there is only the song of goldfinches, the call of ciauli, the hopping of magpies, and the sigh of the wind just born from the sea, which nervously challenges the mountains to stop it, stealing clouds and tearing them in the sky. At the entrance to the villa two young winged lovers. Because love gives the wings of angels to those who feed on it and dream with it.

[thekingofgear]

The Smile's 2024 Tour Rehearsal Setup

On March 5 and March 6, The Smile shared photos taken by Ade B during rehearsals for the band's 2024 tour dates. In the photos, the band are set up in Air Studios’ Lyndhurst Hall. It's a space where Jonny has frequently recorded orchestras, including for the Phantom Thread soundtrack. A photo from circa-2014 revealed that Radiohead’s string arrangements for Spectre (and possibly Man of War) were also recorded in the room.

The Smile’s live setup largely resembles the one they used for their tour dates last year. This isn’t a surprise, since many songs from the band’s latest album were written on the road. However, there is some new gear which seems to be intended for material off the new album. Further down in this post, we’ll list all of the gear, but we’ll highlight the changes first.

Electric Cello

Almost certainly the biggest surprise is that Jonny has added an electric cello and an electric viola to his setup. In the past, Jonny has occasionally played bowed string instruments on recordings, but they were always acoustic instruments, and he's never brought them on tour. Most of the time, Jonny only used his viola to sketch out string arrangements, which were then recorded by other players. And at live shows, Jonny has always bowed his electric guitar or bass to emulate those string arrangements, whether it's the harmonics on Pyramid Song or the col lengo crunch on Burn The Witch.

However, Jonny has started to play the cello more regularly in the past few years. In an interview from the 2010s, Jonny mentioned that he could make noises that he’s happy with on a cello, but claimed his left hand isn’t precise enough to perform with it. Then in 2019, he mentioned that, compared to viola, the cello "feels much more natural to hold and so much easier to make a nice sound on — I only wish I had moved on to it when I was a kid” (The Times). In 2021, he was credited with cello in the liner notes for the Power of the Dog soundtrack, applying banjo-style technique to the instrument. And this year, he was credited with cello in the liner notes for Wall of Eyes. In fact, Jonny can be seen playing his acoustic cello in a couple of polaroids posted in March 2023, during the recording of the new album.

A closeup of the electric cello (left) and viola (right).

Digital “Upright” Piano

On every tour since 1997, Radiohead have brought an acoustic upright piano on tour. Usually they brought a Yamaha U1, though more recently they’ve favored a Kemble KC121 (essentially a U1 built at Kemble’s factory in the UK, rather than by Yamaha in Japan). The same was true for Atoms for Peace shows in 2010 and 2013. The Smile followed this trend, bringing an acoustic upright along for all of their tour dates from 2021-2023.

However, given how few of the Smile's songs require piano, it’s understandable that they’d switch to a digital instrument instead. The one they chose is a Nord Grand digital piano, which features fairly authentic piano hammer-action made by the piano maker Kawai.

For some solo shows in support of Anima, Thom brought a Waldorf Zarenbourg for sampled acoustic and electric piano sounds. Thom only played it for a couple songs each night, so it was understandable that he didn’t want to tour with an acoustic upright. However, it’s interesting that The Smile are still using their vintage Rhodes electric piano, rather than using the Nord Grand for Rhodes sounds in addition to acoustic piano sounds. Perhaps keyboard action is the reason: the hammer action of the Nord might be accurate for piano, but it’s probably a little heavy for Rhodes playing. Plus it’s clear that the band enjoy having a lot of keyboard on stage to experiment with.

Closeups showing the Nord Grand in its custom black stand.

Sequential Prophet 6

One benefit of the digital piano is that its shorter stand leaves space for a keyboard to rest on top. For this tour, Thom has brought along his Prophet 6, which he previously used for the Suspiria soundtrack and for shows in support of Anima. This isn’t the first time that the band have mixed piano and synth. Thom did velcro a Dave Smith Instruments Tetra to Radiohead’s upright piano from 2012-2013. However, that synth saw little use, perhaps because of the Tetra’s minimal control layout.

The band now have three Prophet synths in their active setup: the Dave Smith Prophet ’08 beneath the modular, the Sequential Prophet 5 REV4 on top of the Rhodes piano, and the Sequential Prophet 6 on top of the digital piano.

Earthquaker Devices Blumes

In addition to the Earthquaker Devices Plumes overdrive on Thom’s board (note the green), it looks like he’s added a Blumes overdrive as well (the similarly-sized yellow box). The Blumes is intended as a bass-friendly version of the Plumes. Thom was already using the Plumes with his bass guitar for a very punchy sound, so it’ll be interesting to see how he uses the bassier Blumes.

The green of the Plumes and yellow of the Blumes can also be seen on Thom’s backup pedalboard, which is resting on top of one of the gear cases by Thom’s guitar stands.

Closeups of Thom's guitar and vocal pedalboards (left) along with his backup guitar pedalboard (right).

Eventide Pitchfactor

It looks like Thom has added an Eventide Pitchfactor to his vocal pedalboard. It's in the spot where he had an Eventide H9 on the last tour, so it's likely that he was using the H9 for pitch shifting sounds. The H9 features all of the algorithms from the Pitchfactor (as well as the other Eventide pedals), but it has far fewer knobs so controlling it is more cumbersome.

Jonny's Setup

Jonny's Chordophones

Gibson Les Paul Standard Natural Finish (late-1970s)

Fender Precision Bass Natural Finish (early-1970s)

Electric Cello

Electric Viola

Dusty Strings Ravenna 34 harp

Jonny's Gibson Les Paul Custom and ES-125 are probably on a stand out of view.

Jonny's Guitar Pedalboard

Currently unknown, but likely similar to his summer 2023 pedalboard.

Jonny's Guitar Amplifier

Fender '65 Reissue Super Reverb No1

Fender '65 Reissue Super Reverb No2

Jonny's Bass Pedalboard

Boss TU2/3

Boss DD200 (replaces Akai Headrush E2)

Two Notes Le Bass preamp

Jonny's Bass Amplifier

Ampeg SVT Classic amplifier head (1990s)

Ampeg SVT Classic amplifier head (backup)

Ampeg 8x10" Cabinet

Jonny's Laptop Setup

Apple Macbook Pro

Furman M-8Lx

MOTU MOTU Midi Express XT No1

Focusrite Clarett+ 8pre No1

MOTU MOTU Midi Express XT No2

Focusrite Clarett+ 8pre No2

Radial Engineering SW8 8-channel auto-switcher

Hinton Instruments Z4 Quad Channel Long Haul Converter

Blackstar Live Logic 6-Button Foot Controller No1 (kept by laptop)

Blackstar Live Logic 6-Button Foot Controller No2 (velcro'd to Studiologic pedal)

Jonny's Synthesizers Setup

Sequential Prophet-5 REV4

Peterson Strobostomp HD tuner (for Prophet 5)

Earthquaker Devices Avalanche Run delay/reverb (for Prophet 5)

Studiologic MP-117 MIDI Pedalboard (controls Prophet 5)

It appears that Jonny has stopped touring with his Oberheim SEM Pro synthesizers, which he'd used for bass sounds on previous tours. So he's likely either using samples or his Prophet 5 for all of his bass synth needs.

A closeup of Jonny's setup.

Thom's Setup

Thom's Chordophones

Martin 00-18?

Fender Jazzmaster Black Finish (1963)

Fender Jazzmaster White Finish (1964

Epiphone Casino Royal Tan (mid-1960s)

Epiphone Casino Sunburst (circa-1962)

Gibson SG (1964) No1

Gibson SG (1964) No2

Martin 00-18?

Fender Jazz bass

Gibson EB-0 bass

unknown classical guitar

unknown (semi-)hollow bass

Fender Mustang bass

unknown (semi-)hollow electric guitar

Thom's Guitar, Bass, and Vocal Pedalboards

Thom's current pedalboards seem mostly similar to the ones he used last year (see Thom's pedalboards page), aside from the changes mentioned above and the removal of the Soma Cosmos from the guitar board.

Thom's Guitar Amplifier

Vox JMI Vox AC30/6 (1962)

Thom's Bass Amplifier

Fender Super Bassman head

Fender Super Bassman head (backup)

Fender Bassman 610 Neo cabinet

Thom's Synthesizers

Waldorf STVC

Moog Matriarch

Sequential Prophet 6

A closeup of Thom's setup.

Tom Skinner's Synthesizer Setup

Tom Skinner's Prophet Setup

Dave Smith Instruments Prophet '08

Roland FS-5U (sustain pedal for Prophet '08)

Tom Skinner's Modular Setup

Boss TU-3S tuner

JBL GO3 Portable Waterproof speaker

Unknown 4-knob Mixer

Elektron Octatrack MK2 (sequences the modular)

Make Noise Strega

Make Noise 0-Coast No1

Make Noise 0-Coast No2

Mutable Instruments Yarns MIDI-to-CV

Make Noise Richter Wogglebug random generator

Make Noise Echophon delay

Vermona twinOUT dual balanced output No1

Vermona twinOUT dual balanced output No2

Some other modules aren't possible to identify from this photo, but they probably match the ones seen in previous photos.

A closeup of Tom Skinner's synth setup.

Shared Keyboards

Nord Grand (in custom black stand)

Fender Rhodes piano

[devout-of-the-elder-scrolls]

Kynareth Quick Start Guide

A guide for beginning with Kynareth, intended to help you begin your practice, but not to serve as the only information you use.

Keep in mind most of this post is UPG versus just based on the fictional canon, based on my personal experiences with this entity. It may directly contrast fictional canon and the experiences of others.

KYNARETH

kin-ah-reth aka. Kyne ◦ Kaan ◦ Kin ◦ Khenarthi ◦ Tava kigh-nn ◦ kah-nn ◦ kin ◦ kay-narr-thee ◦ tah-vah prns. she domain. The Holy Roost date. May 23rd

Kynareth is mostly known as the Goddess of the Elements and Nature. Though, She is also the patron of travelers, of sailors, and of so many more people. 

She can function as the Chief Goddess of the Nine Divines, albeit She is not equal to Akatosh. She is simply very, very important, especially to the Nords. 

Within Nordic tradition, as Kyne (or Kaan within Dovahzul) She is depicted as the Sister Hawk, is the widow of Shor, the Blessed Warrior-Wife, and a favored god of warriors. She’s one of the Hearth Gods, and considered the Chief Deity of the Nordic pantheon. Kyne is known as the Mother of Men and Beasts, as Nords believe the sky exhaled onto the land at the Throat of the World to form them; and as the Kiss at the End, as it’s believed She leads their dead to Sovngarde.

Within Khajiiti tradition, Khenarthi is the most powerful of the Sky Spirits. It’s Khenarthi who guides their soul to Azurah for judgment, or to Llew’er, the Sands Behind The Stars. It will be Her clarion call that will summon the eternal united spirit of all Khajiit to defend creation at the end of time. She’s most often depicted as a great hawk.

Within Redguard tradition, Tava has dominion over the elements of the sun and storm, except for the stars who belong to Ruptga. She led the Yokudans, early Redguards, to the isle of Herne after the destruction of their homeland. The redtail hawk is sacred to Tava, as is the goshawk.

🜚 terms of respect . . .

Term – Goddess Prefix – Lady • Queen Titles – Lady of Nature • Queen of the Elements • Patron of the Travelers • Mother of Men and Beasts • Kiss at the End • Sister Hawk • God of Winds • Gatherer of Waters • the Elder Spirit of the Heavens • Widow of Shor • Mother of Nords

🜲 rulerships . . . the sky and heavens • the winds • the elements • the unseen spirits of the air • rain, storms, and other weather • the sea • good fortune • sailors • travelers • the verbal craft • sun • warriors . . . HELPS WITH . . . ptsd and trauma • watching over and guiding warriors

🝰 commandments . . .

Use Nature’s gifts wisely. Respect her power, and fear her fury.

⛯ main tarot cards & other signs and associations . . .

Tarot Cards — 

II the High Priestess • III the Empress • VII the Chariot • IX the Hermit • X Wheel of Fortune • XII the Hanged Man • XIV Temperance • XXI the World

II of Cups • IV of Cups • VI of Cups • X of Cups

II of Swords • IV of Swords • VI of Swords • King of Swords

VI of Pentacles • VII of Pentacles • IX of Pentacles

III of Wands • Page of Wands

Other Signs & Associations — 

large, tall trees • natural materials • friendly animals, esp if they’re wild or feral

birds

❂ devotional acts . . .

go exist in nature for a little bit. it doesn’t have to be grand, sometimes it’s just your backyard! 

keep and tend to bird feeders, bird baths, etc. squirrel feeders too

cloud gaze, perform divination with the clouds

wear Her amulet

take a bath or shower

understand how nature is within everything, and utilize nature in everything

cook with fresh food

doodle a little birdie

meditate in nature

sit out in the rain (be safe!)

drink sterilized rain water

talk to Her while out in nature

bird-watch

collect feathers (check for mites and etc!)

make a pendulum with a rock / gemstone or use a pendulum with a rock / gemstone

protect nature

donate to nature preservation efforts

donate to zoos

visit a zoo and learn as much as you can about the animals there

pick an animal and study it

watch nature documentaries

devote travel time to Her

. . . offerings ❦

↘ natural ; 

rainwater or stormwater

leaves from plants

naturally felled branches

bird feathers

birds of paradise flowers

opal

↘ foodstuff ; 

freshly cooked meals

any fruits and/or vegetables

beef

oranges

apples

Note: Not a big fan of sweets or sours.

↘ items ; 

bird iconography

windchimes

fake feathers

ornate cups

those little… bird water things?

↘ music ; 

melodic music

things with bird sounds in it

↘ etc ; 

anything collected from nature

the sound of falling rain

sky blue candle

🜾 altar building . . .

This is all suggestions. Please build it however you can, if a physical altar is even possible.

As always, you can use offering items to build an altar.

near a window. open it often for Her

a windchime. make sure it’s hanging and the wind can push it

fake pine garland

a bird statue of some form

a small bowl / cup to hold rainwater / stormwater

🝊 identity . . .

Kynareth is a gentle but commanding force. She shows kindness and sweetness, though has great power and rage that She will show if properly provoked. She is much like nature itself, having a very multifaceted identity, representing all ways that nature can be. 

She can be nurturing and protective, She can be destructive and cruel, She has great power and has earned a certain amount of healthy, respecting fear.

Kynareth usually presents Herself as a tall woman, with long brown hair with bright, grassy green eyes. She dresses in either long, flowy dresses which move like water; or in clothes more befitting for a hike or travel through woodlands.

Kynareth has a middle-pitch feminine voice, and She speaks very strongly and with powerful, grand cadence and tone. She speaks with authority, properly encouraging all to listen to Her and abide by Her.

☘ aspects . . .

. . . Kyne / Nordic ] Kyne is the Chief Goddess of the Nords, especially said to control the storms – rain and wind – even when it brings misery. She leads the dead to Sovngarde, the Warriors afterlife. She also has the power of thu’um, the storm voice – having either taught it to the Nords herself, sent her “daughters” to do so, or sent Paarthurnax to do so. Totemically, She is the Great Hawk. Nords refer to themselves as the “sons and daughters of Kyne”.  Some Nords see Kynareth as a “pale shadow” of Kyne, whereas others do believe Kyne and Kynareth are one and the same.  They also see Mara as Kyne’s handmaiden.

. . . Khenarthi / Khajiiti ] This aspect is specific to the Khajiit people. Born to the first litter of Anhurr and Fadomai, alongside Alkosh, Mara, Magrus, and S’rendarr.  She is responsible for finding the pieces of Alkosh in the event of a dragon break, piecing Him back together. Khenarthi is also seen as a hawk.

. . . Tava / Redguard ] Not much is known, other than this aspect is especially related to sailors and protecting them.

☉ domain . . .

The Holy Roost is Kynareth’s domain, being full of trees and a broad expanse of sky. 

It is welcome and open to all who wish to visit.

⛮ working with . . .

Kynareth is often treated like a “lord” above you, sometimes as a teacher and sometimes even as an Empress, depending on who is worshiping Her.

She is not very keen on being pampered, preferring to more be a casual part of your life. 

Working with Kynareth often involves and includes the honoring of nature and living well alongside nature.

She doesn’t actually request that much being given Her way, as long us followers are still devout to Her and provide nature its proper reverence. While you are still called to give some, it’s nowhere near as much as the others.

The benefits of working with Kyne are that She will guide your hand lovingly and with great respect towards you and for you. She is a very giving woman, who believes that natures bounty should be shared by all. 

However, should one happen to earn Kaan’s ire, which isn’t that easy of a task, She is a blaze of fury. Khenarthi will stop at nothing to deliver a just punishment upon the follower, and will only settle once a lesson has been learned.

Things that slight Kynareth:

disobeying Her commandments

disrespecting nature and animals

using your words for harm on purpose

⚜ holidays & festivals . . .

May 23rd is Kynareth’s day.

My preferred ritual is to greet the morning at dawn by sitting outside with Her. I spend most of the day with our windows open if the weather allows for it, welcoming Her and nature into my day.

♡ prayers . . .

⛤ 01 . . . O Kynareth, blessed be, You of nature and of the Thu’um. I welcome You and Your voice into me and my life, to guide me and nurture me.

⛤ 02 . . . Great Kynareth, great Kyne and Khenarthi and Tava, Goddess of the Storm and of the Rain, of the Thu’um and of the sky, I call upon You now, to join me in this moment, (for Your aid on xyz).

⛤ 03 . . . Blessed Kynareth! Great Kynareth!  I profess now my love and my adoration for You! You, wonderful Kynareth, lady Kynareth!

⛤ 04 . . . Lady of Nature, Queen of the Elements, powerful Kynareth. I ask of You now, humbly and sweetly, for (xyz).

⛤ 05 . . . O Kynareth, please bless my journey. I have need of Your kindness and of Your love for me.

⚿ evoking, invoking, summoning . . .

EVOKATION &&° 

wear loose clothing that the wind can move

leaf patterns

feather jewelry (note: be respectful of Native Cultures in doing so)

— ☆ — 

Things in [] are for making it a summoning.

WHY AND WHEN &&° 

when you’re about to travel a long distance

when you’re wanting to connect more with nature

INGREDIENTS AND OTHER TOOLS &&° 

blue candle, [with a bird carved into it. the v shaped birds count]

bird feathers (fake count)

[opal]

[apple]

IDEALS &&° 

Time – anytime

Location – near a window

STEPS &&° 

[Carve the bird into the candle.]

Dress the area around your candle with the feathers [and opal].

Light the candle.

Say the following while offering the apple: Lady Kynareth, Great Kyne, Khenarthi, and Tava, I call upon You here and now, to join me in this moment. I welcome You into my home and into my space.

Say or do whatever it is you have to do.

Blow out the candle.

NOTES &&° 

Kynareth comes pretty quickly once She notices you even lighting the candle.

𝌁 other vettable information . . .

When meditating on Her presence and name, Kynareth brings:

visions of: birds • falling feathers

smells of: freshly cooked food

sounds of: flapping wings

feelings of: intense wind

❡ notes . . .

Kynareth is best revered outside, by an open window, or by something from nature such as houseplants.

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 16 (Day 5)-Crown/Gentle

Being Emperor isn’t easy. In fact, in some ways, it kind of sucks. Part of a Martin Lives AU. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest  

Nord HoK x Martin Septim 

Warnings- pregnancy

Wordcount- ~1300

***

It was much later than he’d hoped when Martin climbed the stairs up to the Emperor’s Suite, grumbling a little at how many damned stairs were in this tower. It was too late to read Gemille her bedtime story; she’d have been put to bed a good two hours ago now. There were few things he hated more than the way this damned crown took him away from little things like reading to his daughter and tucking her in. 

Once inside the doors of the royal suite and having shut out the rest of the world, he dropped the tall, square-shouldered walk of the Emperor. Ironically, this grand and overly-sumptuous apartment was one of the few places he could just be Martin for a little while. He closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. 

Gentle arms encircled him, a kiss planted on his cheek as a soft voice asked, “How did it go, love?”

“Longer than it should have. But we’ve got the dispute sorted out. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come see the new Blades taking their oaths. I really wanted to be there.”

“I know. Baurus and I handled things, don’t worry. I’m still technically a Blade myself, among all the other titles. I’m a good substitute for the Emperor when needed.”

He turned, reaching up to take her face in his hands. “Aethelfrid! Don’t say that about yourself! You are, among your other titles, Empress of Tamriel. You’re not a substitute, you’re just as important as I am. Considering how we got here, I’d say you’re more important than I am!”

She grinned. “Yeah, but you’re the Septim. Either way, it went very well. Gemille tried to stay up and wait for you, but she had a long day. She barely made it half an hour past bedtime. Come see what she got today.”

They crept over to the door leading into the nursery. Their daughter lay curled up around something wooden, her orange hair a riot around her. As she shifted, Martin got a look at what she held. 

“Is that a wooden sword?” he whispered in disbelief. 

“It is!”

“She’s three!”

“That’s probably when I got my first training sword,” Aethelfrid shrugged. “She won’t do proper lessons just yet, but she can have it and maybe we can do a few small techniques like proper grip. She’s very excited to show you.”

His face softened into a smile again, “She’s so much like you.”

“She’s more like you than you think.”

***

Once they’d come away from the nursery door, Aethelfrid took Martin’s hand and led him to another door, behind which the large bath waited. It was all prepared, enchantments keeping the water warm and inviting. As Aethelfrid pushed the robe off of his shoulders, he took off his crown, frowning at it. 

“I hate this thing,” he muttered. 

“I know, love. But we don’t need it right now.” 

He put it down on a small table, feeling the weight of it fall away. For a little while, it could. It was these few, precious moments that got him through the day, that made the weight of the crown bearable. He sighed again. 

“I didn’t even ask you how you’re feeling. I’m sorry, my heart.” He rubbed his face with the heel of his hand. 

She was still undoing and pulling off his clothes, and he reached out to the hem of her long tunic, beneath which her stomach had begun to get round again. She giggled. 

“I’m doing just fine. Feeling good. This feels as though it’ll be another strong, Septim child.” She pulled the tunic over her head. “It’s good it’s starting to show. Some of the nobles have been very pissy that we didn’t just have babies back to back to back. I think they just want to keep me busy and out of Council meetings.”

As they settled into the tub together, Aethelfrid’s strong, deft fingers began to message water and soap through Martin’s hair. He leaned back, savoring the feeling. 

“Can I tell you something, my dear?” he asked. 

“Of course.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. 

“I… I wish we could disappear somewhere. Live quiet lives, just you and me and the children. Maybe somewhere near the mountains.” He’d fallen in love with the mountains during their time at Cloud Ruler Temple. “But there’s still so much to be done, even with all the progress we’ve made.” 

Her fingers stopped scrubbing for the briefest second. “I wish we could, too. My family is from Morthal, and it's not too far from there that you could find a little spot in the mountains. Or east closer to Dawnstar. It’s about as far away from everything as you can get.”     

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Let’s retire there. Once the rebuilding’s done and we get everything back on its feet, let’s retire to Skyrim.” 

“Deal.” 

Martin helped Aethelfrid unbraid and wash her hair next. He ran a gentle comb through the flame-orange waves, wondering if their second child would also inherit this color. They made many grand plans as he worked; discussing the house they’d build and where. 

“I’d love a garden,” Martin admitted. “I had one at the chantry in Kvatch. I miss it.” Kvatch was being rebuilt, but even if a new garden was planted, he wouldn’t have the chance to do more than maybe see it. 

“I need a training yard. We also need a library.”

“Of course. And enough room for our family. You said you wanted a big one.”

“I do. It’s a Nord thing. We always have big families.”

Well, I will build the house myself to your exact measurements.”

***

Once they’d bathed, they settled down for a late-night supper. More pressing realities took over the conversation; an envoy from Mournhold arriving in two days’ time, a gala planned for the day after that. The trading guild had a petition about a contract to Hammerfell, and builders in the city wanted to meet about their progress. There was also a feast day coming up quickly, and they’d have to find the ceremonial robes to wear to the temple that day.  

It seemed never-ending, but Aethelfrid was as firm in her commitment as he, and it was less daunting with both of them facing it together. After all, they’d faced down the forces of The Dead Lands and its ruler together. Once you’ve done something like that, the mundane jobs of contracts and noble posturing seemed much less intimidating.

After dinner, they retired to their bed with a book each. Snuggling up, they did a little reading, before returning their attention to the other. 

“I’m sorry for being so grouchy,” Martin kissed his wife’s cheek softly. 

“You have a lot on your plate, love. We both do. It’s not easy. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“I really wish we could retire to the mountains.”

“We will. We’ll get things back on track and retire to Bruma. Or Morthal, or wherever you want. Falkreath is very pretty and has less snow.” 

“They’re not going to let us just leave like that.”

“When the time comes, we’ll leave before they realize. You have no idea the hidden places and trails and things I found running around doing Hero of Kvatch stuff. I mean it.”

“I would never doubt you on that. And, I hope we can take you up on it.”

“We will. I promise you that.”

***

It took Martin a long time to fall asleep that night. It seemed so impossible! That he could truly leave behind this crown and the weight it carried. But Aethelfrid had done the impossible before. Many times, in fact. He had no doubt she could do so again. One day, he told himself, once we’ve got things back in order. 

When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of a little farm with a garden and a gaggle of flame-haired children. 

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Voici à quoi ressemble une plateforme pétrolière avant d'être immergée dans l'océan est en béton une merveille d'ingénierie.

C'est la plateforme marine Troll A, qui extrait du gaz en mer du Nord. Il appartient à Shell Oil et c'est l'objet le plus lourd jamais transporté par l'eau d'où il a été construit, sur la côte, jusqu'à son emplacement final dans la mer. Il a été achevé en 1991 et a été déplacé par 10 navires sur plusieurs jours. Il pèse 1 050 000 tonnes et sa construction a utilisé 245 000 mètres cubes de béton et environ 100 000 tonnes d'acier armé. Elle se trouve en mer du Nord est situé à 80 kilomètres au large au nord-ouest de Bergen, en Norvège. La plate-forme est la plus grande jamais transportée, pesant 683 600 tonnes et mesurant 472 mètres de haut. Le Troll A appartient aux fondations de la base gravité, ce qui signifie qu'il repose sur le fond marin en raison de son poids. La construction de la plateforme a coûté 650 millions de dollars à l'époque. La plateforme Troll A est un jalon dans l'ingénierie et a établi plusieurs records dans le Guinness Book. En 1996, elle a établi le record en tant que plus grande plate-forme pétrolière au monde, un record plus tard dépassé par la plate-forme Petronius. En 2006, la chanteuse Katie Melua a tenu un concert à sa base, établissant le record du concert sous-marin le plus profond, à 303 mètres sous le niveau de la mer et a contribué au développement économique de la Norvège, car le pays est l'un des plus grands exportateurs de gaz naturel au monde. De plus, la plate-forme a contribué à réduire les émissions de dioxyde de carbone et à améliorer la qualité de l'air, le gaz naturel étant une alternative plus propre que le charbon ou le diesel. La technologie utilisée dans la construction et l'exploitation de la plateforme Troll A a été révolutionnaire. Shell a développé une technologie pour produire, liquéfier, stocker et décharger du gaz sur des transporteurs flottants de gaz naturel liquéfié (FLNG) en mer. Ces technologies avancées permettent d'accéder à un champ de gaz naturel éloigné

[francepittoresque]

14 avril 1912 : naufrage du Titanic ➽ http://bit.ly/Naufrage-Titanic Nous sommes au milieu de l’Atlantique Nord, au large de Terre-Neuve. Le RMS Titanic navigue en direction de New York, sereinement, à belle allure : 22 nœuds, c’est-à-dire un peu plus de 40 km/h. Seulement, le grand paquebot insubmersible va sombrer

[whencyclopedfr]

Le Chamanisme en Corée Ancienne

Le chamanisme a été largement pratiqué en Corée depuis la préhistoire jusqu'à l'époque moderne. Il s'agit d'un système de croyances qui trouve son origine dans les cultures de l'Asie du Nord-Est et de l'Arctique. Bien que le terme "chamanisme" ait depuis acquis une signification plus large dans de nombreuses cultures différentes, dans l'ancienne Corée, il a conservé sa forme originale, dans laquelle des praticiens autoproclamés promettaient d'entrer en contact avec le monde des esprits et de l'influencer afin de venir en aide aux vivants. Les chamanes se voyaient confier leur autorité par ceux qui croyaient en leur pouvoir. Il ne s'agit donc pas d'une religion, et il n'y avait ni prêtrise hiérarchique, ni textes, ni dogmes auxquels adhérer. Pendant une grande partie de l'histoire de la Corée, le bouddhisme était la religion officielle de l'État, mais le chamanisme continua à jouer un rôle important pour la population ordinaire, essentiellement paysanne. Son influence sur la culture coréenne ancienne est particulièrement tangible dans l'art, l'architecture, la littérature et la musique qui nous sont parvenus.

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[kagrena]

34. bauble

Dumac, who is neither a magnificent king nor a decorated general nor even a particularly celebrated diplomat (yet), but is instead a twenty-four year old legal assistant who stands in shadow to his tedious cousin – as instructed – and slinks between soirées in Bzanth-Vvarden's high spires when he is not giving maverick legal advice – which is not as instructed though largely tolerated – has just been given a gift he cannot receive. It's an awkward position.

"I thought... but this was your gift, was it not?" He looks to the gift-giver, who stands upright like a tower but refuses to meet his gaze. "Was it not gifted to you?"

The gift-giver is resolute. "It is a pretty bauble. The sort you like. I have no need of such things."

The 'pretty bauble' in question is, in fact, an ornate geometric hairpiece spun from glass-woven-into-brass by a Bzanthan master crafter. He is almost certain that it was gifted by the Chief of Crafts themselves. It is intricate, stylish, and - yes, exactly the type of 'bauble' he would covet.

It also is inlaid with a ring of Lzrenti sapphires. The sort that would have been impossible to find during the War of the Mountains.

He sighs.

"This is supposed to be a peace offering. A symbol of harmony between our clans. Would you really turn that down?"

"I don't want peace," says the gift-giver. He is reminded, again, that they are just nineteen years old. "Do you believe the Nords care for our petty disputes? We are all just 'dwarves' in their eyes. They'll slaughter us without discrimination."

Dumac steps forward.

"I understand where you're coming from–"

"No, you do not."

Lzrent is now smouldering ash. Bzanth-Vvarden is not.

"You are right," he says, "but if I may – while 'petty' to you, this gesture means something to the elders here. They'll need help seeing your perspective. Play their game a little, and it will be easier to convince them."

They shake their head.

"I have spent six months playing their games, being placated by diplomats at their ridiculous little events. This city is an extravagant shambles. When the Nords come for us–"

They cut themselves off. They try again–

"When the Nords come for us–"

Their hands crunch into balls. Dumac considers reaching out – but thinks better of it.

"Kagrenac–" he begins–

"I almost think I'd be better off raising an army."

It is actually rather easy to imagine Kagrenac, the bold warrior queen, who unites the clans under a single fiery banner. Brazen and coarse and uncompromising, with all the blood on their hands. It is fanciful image, an almost impossible image, and it compels him as much as it makes him want to recoil. They have already been so many things. A refugee. A daughter of one of the Great Scrollkeepers in Clan Lzrent's Grand Library – reduced to ashes by the Nords less than a year ago. They arrived in Vvardenfell with nothing but rags on their back and pure hunger in their eyes. Sponsored by his grandmother in an act of unabashed self-interest, who seeks to apprentice them as an Architect. They are young and stubborn, they sulk during festivities and bicker with people five times their age. His cousin loathes them. Dumac, who has no younger siblings or relatives his age, for his part, well–

"You would be cut down in less than year," he says, simply. "You have no credentials, no family, and most Vvardenfell Clans have no great love for anyone in the Western Mountains. What little you would gather would be destroyed in a matter of minutes."

"It would be better," they snap, "than another year sitting and doing nothing."

"No, it would not." He wishes he could speak like an earthquake. That he could grasp them by the shoulders and shake them to their core. "It would be a year wasted. And what would that honestly achieve? Who would it serve, except your pride?"

They say nothing to this.

"Kagrena, don't waste your life on nothing. You're worth more than that."

They do not move.

Dumac sighs. "I'll take your bauble and even wear it, if it pleases you."

It takes a moment. Then, they shrug, suddenly, an awkward gesture that doesn't fit with their cutting words or their earlier poise. They place the bauble in his hand.

"I think it would suit you," they say quietly.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 41, vol. 18, 11 octobre 1896, Paris. Créations des Grands Magasins de ta Place Clichy, à Paris. Modèles exclusifs. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Vêtement de genre, en drap mélangé, doublé soie; application d'une large baguette tournant autour du vêtement et du capuchon. Cette baguette est unie p'faire apposition; il se fait en bleu capote, en mélangé beige et noir.

Vêtement de genre, in mixed cloth, lined with silk; application of a large baguette turning around the garment and the hood. This baguette is plain for affixing; it is made in hood blue, in mixed beige and black.

—

Paletot sac, en velours du nord doublé soie; orné d'un boléro passementerie faisant broderie, grand col bordé de Mongolienne et pans de ruban.

Bag coat, in northern velvet lined with silk; decorated with a bolero trimmings making embroidery, large collar edged with Mongolian and ribbon panels.

—

Cape en pluche sileshine doublée soie ouatée, haute fourrure de chinchilla de chine taillée au patron faisant le col et la garniture.

Plush sileshine cape lined with wadded silk, high Chinese chinchilla fur cut to the pattern making the collar and trim.

—

Vêtement de fillette, en drap cuir pure laine qualité extra, dos et devant à gros plis montés sur un empiècement taillé à pointes, grand col de chinchilla d'Asiepouvant se rouler; la taille de 5 ans.

Little girl's clothing, in extra quality pure wool leather cloth, back and front with large pleats mounted on a yoke cut with points, large Asian chinchilla collar that can be rolled up; size 5 years.

—

Costume tailleur, drap cheviotte, jupe à godets avec tablier orné de soutache et boutons denacre petit gilet d'homme jolie veste ajustée avec col et parements de velours, même ornement devant qu'au tablier.

Tailored suit, cheviotte cloth, gored skirt with apron decorated with soutache and mother-of-pearl buttons, small men's waistcoat, pretty fitted jacket with velvet collar and facings, same decoration on the front as on the apron.

—

Joli costume drap satin, jupe nouvelle avec pli chaque côté du tablier garni pattes velours, paletot droit, plis dos et devant, col velours à créneaux, pattes, parements velours doublé de polonaise.

Pretty satin cloth suit, new skirt with pleats on each side of the apron trimmed with velvet tabs, straight overcoat, pleats on the back and front, velvet collar with crenellations, tabs, velvet facings lined with polonaise.

—

Vêtement riche en velours du nord doublé soie ouatée avec bretelle de jais, revers devant, ornés de même jais, choux de ruban et pans devant.

Vêtement riche in northern velvet lined with quilted silk with jet strap, front lapels, decorated with the same jet, ribbon cabbages and front panels.

[reyolivier]

Beagle, un canal entre deux océans

« Le plus beau contraste jamais vu entre mer et glace »  - Charles Darwin durant sa navigation à bord du navire Le Beagle dans le détroit qui deviendra le canal de Beagle.

Entre les océans Pacifique et Atlantique, entre l’Argentine et le Chili, le canal de Beagle forme un détroit qui s’étend d’est en ouest sur 240 km de long et relie les deux océans. Ce bras de mer coupe la Terre de Feu en deux : la grande île au nord et un archipel formé d’une multitude de petites îles au sud.

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Beagle, a channel between two oceans

“The most beautiful contrast ever seen between sea and ice” - Charles Darwin during his navigation aboard the ship The Beagle in the strait that would become the Beagle Channel.

Between the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, between Argentina and Chile, the Beagle Channel forms a strait that extends from east to west for 240 km long and connects the two oceans. This arm of the sea cuts Tierra del Fuego in two: the large island to the north and an archipelago made up of a multitude of small islands to the south.

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[nientedenada]

On the Arrrant Lies of The Septims' Most Deplorable Toady, My Former Employer, Bertrand Rielle, Duke of Camlorn

Apocrypha/Microfic written for r/teslore. Read it here or on AO3.

This angry pamphlet was published in the early years of the Septim Empire, during the reign of Emperor Pelagius I. Our one copy of this text comes from the Archives of the Adamantium Tower, and bears the simple notation "This is most diverting" in the hand of a Direnni scribe. The fate of the author is unknown.

I, Bazile Guimard, am a historian of the First Era, a role which means I am constantly thwarted in my researches by the imaginative genealogical efforts of the Breton aristocracy. Nowhere in Tamriel will you find such a mendacious crew as the nobles of this land. Pedigree means everything to them.

Don’t mistake my meaning here, certainly all nobles boast of their pedigrees. If you’re ever invited to a Summerset country estate for the weekend, I advise you to decline the invitation lest you succumb to the boredom of hearing an enthusiastic Altmer host monologue about his ancestors back to the Dawn. Breton stories of ancestral glory are much more palatable; largely because everyone is aware that most of them are hogswash. There is a tacit agreement among us Bretons not to look too closely into the actual facts of other people’s ancestors. Our friends and neighbours repay us the favour by not looking into our own.

Yes, pedigree means everything to Breton nobles. This does not entail respect for their ancestors. Instead, it means that they make up their pedigrees out of whole-cloth to suit their situation. The frustrated historian is left to sift through the nonsense of centuries to get at the truth.

And still, I’ve never met such an arrant liar as Bertrand Rielle, Duke of Camlorn.

The man doesn’t lack a grand ancestry. There’s been a remarkable consistency in the Rielle rule of Camlorn over generations. Even if they’re thrown out on their ears, eventually they turn up again. I can trace Duke Bertrand’s lineage back to the hero of Glenumbra Moors, Prince Aiden Direnni himself. That, however, does not please Bertrand. Of late years, he has cozied up to the Septim family and with that, reinvented his ancestry to be more palatable to the current fashion. The last time I visited the Duke, he was boasting about his heroic Nord ancestress, Inge Blood-Swan. Bertrand knows damn well that Inge was the husband of the first Duke of Camlorn, Robert Rielle, and that he is descended from that Duke’s younger sister, Yselle. At least Bertrand knew it as late as last year before he met a so-called antiquarian who informed him that Inge could be a woman’s name as well and introduced to Bertrand the lure of a new more Nordic descent. The Septims will surely be impressed by this one!

In this new version of Rielle family history, Inge Blood-Swan, descendant of Ysgramor, (and as Bertrand tells it, most of the other five hundred Companions), inspired her Breton husband Robert Rielle to throw off the hated scourge of elven oppression. How utterly ridiculous, and what an insult to the memory of the First Duke of Camlorn, the wily opportunistic manmer who carved out his own chunk of the Direnni Hegemony.

Bertrand has revoked my access to his archives and disrupted my work of two decades chronicling the rise of the manmer polity of Camlorn. But In an instance of what I can only see as Divine Justice, he has also lost the boot-licking hobbyist who started him down this path. Scarcely a week into his new job, this idiot reportedly borrowed a late-Hegemony Levies Scroll for a bit of light bedtime reading. The servants report they had to scrape his viscera off the ceiling.

Duke Bertrand is in search of a new lorekeeper. Since no reputable Breton scholar will now associate with him, perhaps he can install a travelling Nord street magician next, as is the Septim-approved fashion.

Notes: Inspired by finding out Inge: a woman's name in Skyrim is more often male in Sweden/Norway. And by sorting through all sorts of dreadful amateur genealogy done by folks with big dreams of glorious ancestry and no skepticism or discernment.

The Pocket Guide to the Empire, First Edition, and the complaints of texts such as Frontier, Conquest, paint a picture of a period of Nord Fatherland nonsense in the early Septim Empire. If the Septims have loudly-declared roots in Atmora, would the Breton aristocracy pass up on acquiring some for themselves? The Breton aristocracy has a high turn-over and a strong self-aggrandizing streak. From the PGE1

Today, the social structure of the Bretons has divided itself into a poor middle class and destitute peasantry, a magical elite separate from their squalor, and an often incoherent jumble of nobility and ruling families above them all. It is beyond the small ambition of this pamphlet to address the latter in any better terms, for even the natives have difficulty distinguishing their leaders from one another. Indeed, it is an old joke among the Bretons: "find a new hill, become a king," and many have taken it to heart. Youths of all professions and trades in High Rock spend their free time in knightly pursuits, real and imagined, performing good deeds and the like for all and sundry, in oft-vain efforts to achieve, one day, a noble status.

Once you've found that new hill, you need a pedigree, I figure.

There are two more references to the PGE1 here: Altmer commenter YR's allegation that Tiber Septim hired a fake street magician to run his Thu'um college, and the dangers of trying to read Direnni Hegemony official documents without the proper ciphers.

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MILAZZO - BAIA DEL TONO

Partendo da Milazzo in autobus, si raggiunge facilmente il lato che guarda verso Palermo di quella lunga striscia di terra protesa verso nord che è Capo Milazzo. Su questo lato, da cui è possibile vedere le Eolie e l’Etna, vi è una lunga spiaggia amata dal sole che prosegue dritta e chiara fino a finire in un golfo formato dal piegarsi verso ovest dell’alta collina che costituisce il Capo. Dopo quella curva, la scogliera prosegue alta e scoscesa, formando qua e là insenature e spiaggette fino ad arrivare alla punta estrema del capo per poi piegarsi verso sud a formare l’altro lato del lungo promontorio. Su questo lato, ricco di uliveti e lunghi filari di uva da cui nasce il Mamertino, solo poche case, immerse in grandi giardini circondati da bouganville rosse o arancione e palme dall’esili forme. La lunga spiaggia sul lato ovest è quindi l’unica parte dove è possibile fare quell’oziosa attività che consiste nel prendere il sole e nuotare nelle acque calde e trasparenti del mare. Dove la lunga spiaggia finisce c’è la baia del Tono o, come è chiamata in siciliano “a N’ Gonia”, parola derivata dal greco che vuol dire semplicemente “l’angolo”. La baia del Tono era la parte terminale della più grande tonnara del lato nord della Sicilia, attività cruenta dove centinaia di tonni venivano uccisi per garantire la sopravvivenza della popolazione costiera. Di tutto quel dolore e sangue che si perdeva nelle acque marine non è rimasto nulla. Pigramente ci si lascia bruciare dal sole attendendo l’ora di pranzo per mangiare a prezzi modici nei vari stabilimenti balneari un delizioso piatto di paste con le sarde o alla norma. Verso sera il cielo si accende in tramonti che tolgono il fiato e stupiscono per l’assoluta bellezza.

Leaving from Milazzo by bus, you can easily reach the side facing Palermo of that long strip of land extending northwards which is Capo Milazzo. On this side, from which it is possible to see the Aeolian Islands and Etna, there is a long beach loved by the sun which continues straight and clear until it ends in a gulf formed by the high hill that forms the Cape bending towards the west. After that curve, the cliff continues high and steep, forming here and there inlets and small beaches until it reaches the extreme point of the cape and then bends towards the south to form the other side of the long promontory. On this side, full of olive groves and long rows of grapes from which the Mamertino wine is born, only a few houses, immersed in large gardens surrounded by red or orange bougainvillea and palm trees with slender shapes. The long beach on the west side is therefore the only part where it is possible to do that idle activity which consists of sunbathing and swimming in the warm and transparent waters of the sea. Where the long beach ends is the Tono bay or, as it is called in Sicilian "a N' Gonia", a word derived from the Greek which simply means "the corner". The Tono bay was the terminal part of the largest tuna fishery on the north side of Sicily, a bloody activity where hundreds of tuna were killed to ensure the survival of the coastal population. Of all that pain and blood that was lost in the marine waters there is nothing left. You let yourself be burned by the sun while waiting for lunchtime to eat a delicious plate of pasta with sardines or alla norma at reasonable prices in the various bathing establishments. Towards evening the sky lights up in sunsets that take your breath away and amaze you with their absolute beauty.