#not even getting into the dumping of bodies in the tiber | that note about how cassius and brutus should have thrown caesar's body

[ghoul-haunted]

still thinking about the similarities between stefano porcari’s conspiracy plot and the julius caesar assassination conspiracy plot and also the april plot :|

[five-miles-over]

New Girl (High School!Commodus x Reader)

Summary: You are a new student at Institutum Romanus Educational (which is supposed to be Latin for “Roman Educational Institute”) and come across some fascinating characters (I mean classmates). Sort of based off a ‘Gladiator’ AU listicle. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: A cheesy meet-cute scene

Word Count: 1,663

When you’d came to Rome to visit your father during your winter holiday, you had only hoped it would be a temporary break from your mundane life back in your hometown. Perhaps you’d get a chance to see the quaint streets covered in frost, or visit the Tiber River. And like most children, you would get a present - maybe new clothes, or a gadget. A brochure for a new school was certainly not what you were expecting as a gift.

Yet here you were, on your first day of the new semester in January, walking to your first period. All you were hoping for was nothing but a peaceful end to your 10th year. You were now to be a student at the Institutum Romanus Educational, or IRE as many playfully called it. It was perplexing to you why a school would insist upon retaining its Latin name, but your parents said it was reinstated by its current principal Marcus Aurelius. He was supposedly an admirer of the Classics and wanted his children to have a good understanding of ancient languages.

The first period of the day was Physics, which you never had a huge affinity towards, but were certainly not averse to. The teacher was kind, and he seemed to be quite enthusiastic about the content he was talking about. After being armed with two problem sets about electromagnetism, you had to walk across the entire building to your next class - English.

Throughout the hall, many of the sights weren’t very different from your old school - there were cliques of people talking to each other, and a few couples making out in front of the lockers. Campaign posters of a girl named Lucilla Aurelius were plastered across the wall. You were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her on your way to class and by gods, the posters did not do her justice. She was gorgeous.

Flanked by two “minions” or girls wearing blouses and skirts similar to the pink-and-white combination she was wearing, she held a box of buttons that said, “Vote for Lucilla, Vote for Rome” on them. With a charismatic grin, she was passing them out to various people and telling them to vote for her for their Student Body President.

Another voice rose from the cacophony in the hallways. “I wouldn’t even know if a rat had chewed off the ends of her thin strands, that’s how ugly that girl’s haircut is.” A bald boy wearing an Assassin’s Creed shirt loomed over a girl with a pixie cut, who was crying.

He was answered by a larger boy, a seemingly more bulky one. “Quinn, I don’t think that’s how to get over being dumped. Just leave her alone.”

“Hagen, you piece of meat.” Quinn grumbled, leaving the tiny girl to pick up her books from the floor. Hagen gave her the rest of her things and sent her off to class.

When you entered your English class, you heaved a sigh of relief that you were on time. The board saying ‘Hamlet’ assured you that you had reached the correct classroom. The seats were almost all filled except for one placed in front of a green-eyed boy with cropped dark hair.

He was probably the perfect mix of gothic and preppy - his bangs were long enough to fall over his brow, and he wore a barely noticeable layer of eyeliner. His crisp, black button-down, paired with his skinny jeans and black designer boots, served as a stark contrast to the sweat pants and hoodies many of the other male students wore.

You waved politely only to find him idly writing something in a journal. It looked like something in elaborate cursive, and you would’ve looked further if the teacher didn’t begin taking attendance. And if it doing so wouldn’t make you look completely creepy.

Within moments, the teacher began lecturing about one of Shakespeare’s most famous tragedies, calling upon various students to read scenes out loud for the rest of the class. A few kids named Gregory and Falcon read for the parts of Polonius, the chamberlain of Denmark, and Laertes, the son of Polonius.

You were nearly caught by surprise when the teacher invited you to read Ophelia’s lines in front of the class from Act 1, Scene 3 of the play. It wasn’t exactly on your agenda to attract much attention on your first day, but you decided to accept anyways. Standing in front of the class, you read Ophelia’s lines loud and clear while your green-eyed mystery, named Commodus, read Hamlet’s lines with passion. He seemed like he was born for this role.

“Thank you, both of you.” Your teacher applauded both of you after the scene was completed. When you returned to your seat, you saw a hand reach towards you from behind, holding a yellow sticky note. Quickly taking it, you tucked it under your knee before you could get caught.

“Commie’s passing notes in class again,” Gregory taunted, leading the entire class to laugh with him as the boy sitting behind you fumed with embarrassment. “Infatuated with the girl reading Ophelia, he seems to forget when the stage ends and when real life begins.”

The teacher’s eyebrows furrowed at Gregory’s remark. “Y/N, is this true? Did Commodus give you a note?”

“No, not at all,” you lied for him. “He didn’t give me a note at all, I just dropped my sticky notes and he gave them back to me.” Ignoring Gregory’s eye-rolling, the teacher reluctantly accepted your alibi and continued to lecture until the bell rung.

“Nice reading voice.” A boy in a burnt orange jacket offered you a kind smile as you both left the classroom. “You, uh, the new girl?”

“I am, thanks,” you nodded. “And you are?”

“The new boy,” he joked. “Sort of - I came here a few months ago from Australia. Actually Spain’s my homeland - I was born there.”

“So you’re a Spaniard?”

“No, I’m Max, but Spaniard works,” he winked, eliciting a laugh from you. “Want me to walk you to your next class?”

“If it’s not too much trouble for you,” you answered. “You wouldn’t by chance happen to know where World History is?

Max grinned. “That’s just where I’m headed. You looked confused when you entered - thought you could use a friendly face on your first day.”

“Thank you for making me feel a bit more welcome, Max.” You replied, letting him lead you through the crowd of students. Unbeknownst to the both of you, a pair of jealous peridot eyes followed the two of you until you turned the corner and disappeared.

Later that day, when lunchtime came around, your eyes widened at the color and variety of the flavorful dishes being served. It was almost like they were being prepared by gourmet chefs. You couldn’t help but smile at how pretty your tray looked; penne with a creamy tomato sauce, arugula salad with a balsamic vinaigrette, a piece of bread, and freshly cut fruit.

Deciding against the crowded cafeteria, you decided to take a chance to explore some of the other hallways in your new school. You wondered just how big your new school could possibly be. Did they have an indoor pool, a large gymnasium, a library,…or an auditorium? Holding your tray close to your chest, you walked into the large theater. In the center of the breathtakingly colossal stage, you found Commodus sitting cross-legged next to his shoulder bag and a thermos.

“Hello,” you quietly greeted him, approaching the edge of the stage and climbing up.

“Shouldn’t you be eating in the cafeteria?”, he asked, slightly perplexed, looking up from the book he was reading.”No,” you replied, placing your backpack down. “It wasn’t really my scene at my old school. I used to eat in the library or the music room.”

Commodus hummed in acknowledgment, returning to his copy of Dracula and his thermos of black coffee. “Where’s your lunch?” You asked, sitting next to him.

“I don’t usually eat any. I’m too busy.”

You pushed your tray towards him. “Would you like to share some of mine?”

“Yes, thank you.” He ripped off a piece of the bread and dipped it into the pasta sauce before chewing it. Commodus allowed himself a few more bites partially because he didn’t want to seem rude and…you seemed likable.

A few moments of silence took place while the two of you ate before you glanced at the clock. “Well…it’s time for me to go to my next class,” you commented.

“Oh…” His eyes looked slightly downcast when you told him you had to leave. “You look lovely!” You froze at his sudden compliment. “That…that was what I hoped to tell you in that note I gave you. That you look exquisite - your hair, your lips, your eyes- it reminded me of Lady Ophelia when you read her lines. You’re…you look more beguiling than she would be.”

“That’s quite sweet of you, Commodus.” You said with a small smile, flabbergasted. “Thank you, I…I’m quite flattered.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. Most people don’t understand my references or my vocabulary.” Commodus stammered, relieved that you didn’t find him disturbing for comparing you to a Shakespearean heroine. “Thank you for sharing your lunch and your time with me, Y/N.”  

“Of course,” you extended your hand, expecting to shake his. “It was nice meeting you, Commodus.”

Accepting your gesture, he clasped your hand and softly kissed your knuckles, causing you to blush. Usually, princes from fairytales would do something so chivalrous. “It was nice meeting you too,” Commodus replied.

“I’ll see you later, then.” You carried your tray and backpack and began leaving the auditorium. Commodus watched you leave, hoping that perhaps you wouldn’t be like many of the other new kids, pretending to be nice before getting swept away by the popular students. That perhaps you would be…just as special as he already thought you were.

[thehomebrood]

[PATREON]

LOG 1 | LOG 2 | LOG 3 (coming soon)

The following is the second summary for the Oracle of Tiber homebrew campaign. This will list important/semi-important events since the ending of Log 1. This is not yet up to date with the current sessions, this is several months behind, I’ll be working on the next parts as much as I can. Feel free to ask questions on certain events, characters etc, and I will elaborate further on them. Those asks will be tagged #canon and #summary as well.

In between most of these events there are a lot of roleplaying and character building. I just can’t list it all since this is so much, but hopefully in future updates I’ll be able to add in some character dialogue and banter moments or just include them in separate posts.

I’d also like to mention this is not a set in stone storyline for any potential comic that may come of this. This is just what happened in our campaign, and the basis for all we know thus far about the story, world and characters. All of this is subject to change.

❧ Alagon the Elf Arcanist

Alagon’s usefulness to the party is apparent immediately. Being the bookworm that he is, his knowledge on all things magical is fairly broad. Given enough time with an item, he can determine the magical properties of just about anything, and ironically his recent interest in picking up Alchemy could aid them heavily in their current quest to figure out the properties of the virus Eridinus had discovered in Skale’s remains. 

The group dumps all the magical items they have gathered up to this point on Alagon and the elf spends all night appraising them and determining their properties. No one in the group was partial to any of them, so they pawned them off to Grant for a huge sum of extra money. Way too much to actually carry around, so they keep it in the fondly dubbed “Bank of Grant” and have him deliver it via his magical ravens whenever they need to withdraw some.

Sub-Notes: ❧ Alagon is gifted with a Robe of Useful Items from Grant before he departs. It contains patches that can transform into a Portable Ram, two Ladders, and 10 gems worth 100 GP each once removed from the inside of the robe.  ❧ They meet the owner of the combination tavern/inn they will be staying at in Bloodcove, a kind woman by the name of Magdalene.  ❧ Grant’s Magical Ravens: Throughout the party’s adventure they have been communicating with Grant primarily through the use of his ravens. They are enchanted creatures that can be used for several things, such as delivering spoken messages (like leaving a voicemail), speaking directly with Grant (like a phone call), or turning into heavier items such as gold or items upon delivery. 

❧ Attack of the Infected Hippogryph

The group doesn’t have long to settle in, for the very next morning the city of Bloodcove is attacked by a hippogryph. Once the party arrives to the scene, they find it to be infected by the very virus they are there to study. The guards are in the middle of fleeing, claiming they had killed it but it just got right back up even more powerful than before, with glowing purple eyes and mist pouring from its maw. The party makes the connection to this being the same exact affliction Skale had been suffering from.

Alagon, never having been in combat in his life, is panicking. He casts several defensive spells on himself and hides, but Olur insists that he try to keep an eye on the situation so he can gather as much information as he can about the affliction. Alagon agrees and manages to summon the courage to stay in the fight, but he is wholly useless as the rest of the party brings down the creature. This time, it appears to stay dead, although Alagon is too frightened to approach it to gather samples. Again, he finds courage in Olur, who literally holds his hand to walk him over to the corpse.

The city’s useless guards pop out from hiding and the party earns the favor of the Guard captain, Reginald. Skreeach, as usual, shows up late and misses the fight.

❧ The Pathfinder Society and the Virus

The group hands the body of the hippogryph over to the Pathfinder Society guild hall in Bloodcove, hoping their alchemists can better determine the properties of the Virus. Their work isn’t technically done, since they were sent out to find the source, so the group enjoys a bit of free time before searching down more leads.

Sub-Notes: ❧ Alagon and Skreeach work hard together to determine the properties of the Virus from samples Alagon had taken. They form a strong friendship from the get-go, having very similar interests in the world of magic, and both desiring strongly the pursuit of more knowledge. 

❧ Rin’s Past

While shopping several days later, Rin visits a dwarven bowyer by the name of Grom. His striking similarity to a dark person in her past sends her into an episode and she succumbs to a violent outburst and stabs him in the shoulder with an arrow when he approaches her. He screams for help and it startles her, causing her to run off. 

Olur catches word that the guards are on the hunt for a ‘fox-person’ and considering he only knows one of those and she is currently missing, he easily puts two and two together. He manages to hunt her down and corner her, but she doesn’t attempt to flee and instead breaks down, spilling some of her past to him. He assures her he won’t let them hurt her, but she needs to come with him so they can set things straight. She does, and is brought to the guards. 

Thankfully, Reginald’s favor with them, Olur especially, makes them go easy on Rin but considering Grom is the one who will determine her punishment, there isn’t much he can do. Rin is stuck in prison overnight and Olur returns to the tavern to do some much-needed drinking, running into Kukyo on the way who had been helping him search for Rin earlier in the day. When Olur explains the exchange that was had, Kukyo suddenly runs off. Olur, now drunk, runs to follow but of course loses her and just collapses on a bench Totally Defeated at his misbehaving friends.

Kukyo leaves a hefty sack of gold in Grom’s homestead with a note, hoping to bribe him. Whether it worked or not was questionable, but the following day Grom visits the prison where he and Rin have a talk and she explains her past experience with dwarves in general being terrible, and she hadn’t expected to find them here (they aren’t incredibly common in this region). Grom determines that Rin’s punishment will be working with him and his family in his shop for the remainder of her stay in Bloodcove, getting to know them and hopefully helping her to overcome her fear. She agrees, not that she has much choice, as the alternative is cutting off her hand, the basic sentence for such a crime in Bloodcove. Rin is freed but is scheduled to start her first shift early in the morning.

Her first day goes surprisingly well, especially considering Aphonis tagged along, as he usually does with Rin. Rin quickly becomes close with Grom’s young children.

❧ The Buried Chest

As Olur and Kukyo are heading out to get lunch one day, Kukyo spots something poking up from the sand down beneath a dock. She excitedly goes to dig it up, asking Olur’s help when she finds it to be larger than expected, but it is here Olur starts showing real signs of unease. He refuses to go down near the surf and dances around his explanation as to why when Kukyo asks. She blows it off and eventually uncovers the object on her own, finding it to be a chest. It’s locked, but she drags it back up to Olur. They get it back to Alagon who determines it’s locked by magical means and would require some time spent with it for him to figure out exactly how. For now, they hold onto it, as they have no means of opening it just yet and Alagon confirms that breaking it open would probably be a bad idea. If it is indeed a chest of treasure, it could be cursed or trapped or both, and must be handled carefully. 

❧ Rest and Relaxation (?)

The group of friends gets some much needed R&R for the next several days while they await the Pathfinder Society’s findings on the Hippogryph. Olur and Steele have a spar (Olur loses miserably), Steele trains Alagon a bit since he is a complete wimp, and they all enjoy a bit of a spa day at the bath house. While soaking they make a bet on where they would be attacked from next. Rin bets Sky, Kukyo bets Land, and Olur bets Sea and Alagon is unsettled by their passiveness in regards to danger (he’ll get used to it).

Olur wins the bet, as they are attacked a few days later by the very same Bridge Troll they had slaughtered on their way in to Bloodcove. Everyone failed to recall at the time that trolls regenerate unless burned completely, and they had tossed his body back into the river. This time, he came back with a vengeance, hunting down the party. Large rake marks across his chest and the purple mist and eyes indicate the troll had come under the same virus they had been tracking. A fight ensues at the docks, but thankfully the team takes down the beast for good, and make sure the guards burn the body.

The party returns to the Inn where Magdalene is waiting as always. Over the course of their stay in Bloodcove she has become a bit of a comfort and has befriended the party. They have a designated table they usually sit at as a group and Magdalene will listen in on their conversations, giving them pointers and tips since she hears all the ins and outs of gossip in the city. She takes a particular interest in Alagon and Grant (when he visits), due to their heavy involvement in the study of magic. She claims she loves learning about it even if she never really developed a knack for it, so Alagon agrees to keep her up to date on his studying and what he learns.

❧ Meeting with the Pathfinder Society

The entire time the Pathfinder Society had been doing its research on the virus, Alagon had been doing some of his own, away in his room, a lot of the time with Skreeach, as both of them used Alchemy to study the components of the samples he had taken. When the group finally meets with the Pathfinder Society, they find that Alagon has actually discovered more about the virus than the Pathfinder Society has. The Alchemists there go on about how they’d never seen anything quite like it before so it will take time to figure it out, wherein Alagon then steps forward meekly to announce he has accumulated a lot of notes about the virus. At first the Pathfinder Society’s lab workers make fun of him but Olur and Skreeach back up the fact that Alagon seems to know a lot more than people give him credit for. He produces all his notes and though the Pathfinder Society has no way to confirm if they are right or not, it’s still a better lead than they had.  They are taken down into the labs, which are full of a lot of advanced Alchemy tools. There is a cage in the corner containing what appears to be an infected Charau-ka. The lab technicians go on to explain that the Ruins of Boali are overrun with Charau-ka tribes so they made it a point to visit them and found several infected, taking one back for sample and study after they killed it and it revived once more with more power. Sure enough, the Charau-ka in the cage matches up with what the group had observed on their own, the Charu-ka’s wounds were healed shut with a solid black ichor and its eyes were an empty purple, mist pouring from its mouth. 

Sub-Notes: ❧ We meet Clarice, a halfling woman from Steele’s past. She is a paladin of the Pathfinder Society, a bit of a grump and seems to resent Steele for something, the two of them don’t get along much. ❧ After the meeting with the Pathfinder Society, Alagon gives studying the treasure chest another go. He manages to open it safely by disarming the magical spell protecting it, but there is little inside but some gold and a strange gold skull trinket.

❧ The Ruins of Boali

The party decides to go check out Boali for themselves, and see if the virus has spread any more than the Pathfinder Society had described. The entire quest has them butted up against the cliffs facing the ocean for the fastest route there and Olur is uncomfortable the entire time. Some of the party picks on him jokingly over it but he blows it off that he simply can’t swim and heavy armor doesn’t exactly help. Steele picks up it’s probably deeper than that but she doesn’t pester him over it. 

They arrive at the ruined city of Boali, a massive crumbled society that once stood proud on the cliffs against the ocean. The stone roads are cracked and partially destroyed, the walls pulled down, buildings sunken in. Several ships once docked in a harbor are crashed against the rocky cliffs. An uncomfortable mist is settled across the ruins, but they seem entirely empty. The most prominent landmark they spot is a massive crumbled lighthouse on the edge of the cliff, but otherwise, nothing of interest yet.

The party sneaks around the ruins for some time, leaving Skreeach to guard the cart, and don’t come up with much of actual findings. Olur casts Detect Evil to see if he can find a lead on anything, and is shocked to find a massive presence underneath the ruins. When it begins moving he orders everyone to stay quiet and they hide away in one of the ruined buildings. Peeking out, Olur sees it emerge from what he assumes is a cliff side cave below, because it flies out and off into the sky, though they never see anything. Alagon reasons the only possible explanation is that it’s a dragon, casting some sort of invisibility spell on itself. To everyone’s surprise, Alagon is the one that suggests they go explore its cave, the possibility of finding powerful magic items to study much overpowering his sense of self preservation. Olur shoots down the idea immediately but Alagon, Kukyo and Nyuwganga manage to sneak away on their way back to the cart and head over to the dragon cave. Olur, of course, chases them down but by the time he gets there they are already down on the beach standing in the mouth of the cave.

❧ The Dragon’s Cave

The party is faced with an absolutely massive cave system below, where an underground city has been erected with the apparent use of stoneshape magic. Thanks to Kukyo’s perception and Alagon’s impressive ability to detect and disarm magical traps, the group gets far into the dragon’s underground lair. They finally come across an incredibly large horde of Charau-ka, all infected, though they are huddled into a room protecting a door armed with several alarm spells. The group is convinced this is the dragon’s gold hoard, but are surprised to find the Charau-ka do not attack. However, they do watch the group intently. It is assumed if the group steps past a certain threshold, they would be attacked, so they decide to turn around. They make it out without any sign of the dragon, and empty handed, but they do now know the layout of the dragon’s lair, and a potential lead to the source of the virus: the enigmatic dragon owning the lair they’d just entered.

When the party emerges, some of them wish to continue exploring, but Olur and Steele are adamant about going back, considering their job done. They found the source, and it’s dangerous, and needs to be handled. The rest of the group eventually agrees, and the party heads back to the cart where Skreeach is awaiting (asleep, lazy boi.)

❧ The Black Scale

After a long day, the group decides to set up camp and get some rest before heading back to Bloodcove. They have a meal, chat, sing, and play, mostly trying to forget the unnerving news of a dragon setting up shop so close to Bloodcove, and possibly being the source of their problem. At one point, Olur and Alagon go for a walk and run across a raven circling above them. Assuming it’s Grant’s, Olur calls it down and it lands on his arm. Alagon is excited to see it, but when it speaks he nearly jumps out of his skin, with Olur quickly asurring him that its a magical raven belonging to Grant. Olur and Grant have a chat while Alagon admires the bird, then requests to pet it. “Of course, Lord Alagon,” Grant replies. As Alagon is scritching the bird’s chin it suddenly bursts into feathers, turning into a scroll that Olur promptly catches. Alagon screams. Alagon may have peed a little. (The bird is fine, Grant’s a shitty wizard).

Later that evening Kukyo goes out into the woods to do whatever it is Kukyo’s do and comes across a large clearing in the forest. There are felled trees, snapped twigs, and blood smears in the matted grass. Kukyo then finds a single black scale shed and discarded in the grass, which she wraps up in a cloth and takes back to camp. 

Alagon immediately wants to inspect the scale, determining that it likely belongs to a Black Dragon - possibly the very same dragon they are dealing with. As if things couldn’t get worse, he describes the black dragon as the most evil, monstrous of them all. They enjoy killing just to kill, torture just for the sake of torture. If it is indeed what they are dealing with, their problems just got bigger. They all agree to put the scale away for now, but later that evening as everyone sleeps, Alagon’s curiosity gets the better of him. He unwraps the scale and attempts to inspect it further, eventually he manages to use a chisel to crack it in half, but as he does spores plume from its marrow that he accidentally breaths in. The sound of him collapsing in the nearby cart wakes Olur, who finds the horrifying sight of Alagon essentially choking to death. He tries to heal him to no avail, and begins to panic as Alagon loses consciousness in his arms. He screams for help but there’s nothing the others can do in the moment. Finally Olur tries a different spell and manages to heal Alagon of the affliction just in time, and Alagon is able to breathe again as the life comes back to his face.

It is safely assumed by the party the scale belongs to the dragon, and the dragon is indeed spreading some sort of magical virus for unknown reasons.

(OOC, Alagon had been inflicted with a constitution-draining poison. Unlike HP, when constitution reaches zero the character dies, and Alagon has very little in terms of constitution score. Olur tried a Lay on Hands, which didn’t work, and when Alagon was one constitution away from death Olur used a restoration spell that removed the magical drain on his ability score, saving his life.)

❧ Gozreh Commune

Long after the others have gone to bed, Olur is plagued with the sight of Alagon’s near-death experience. For the first time he’s truly fearful at one prospect he’d never really considered - his friends dying to the virus only to be resurrected under its control. Would he then have to cut down Alagon if he hadn’t saved him?

Olur decides to commune with his god, something he doesn’t do nearly enough all things considered. Praying, basically begging, for some sort of guidance on this issue, or even for the ability to heal those afflicted with this curse of a plague.

When he opens his eyes he finds himself standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, which is churning, a storm raging in the distance. As lightning cracks across the sky he hears the booming sound of his deity's voice, letting him have one request, one question, with one answer in return.

Olur knows what he was originally going to ask for, but now that he’s here, there’s one burning question that had never been answered in twenty seven years. 

“Why did you betray me?”

Gozreh goes on to explain that they never betrayed Olur or his family, but he had once blamed them for the unfortunate death of his parents and turned his back on them for a time. His faith was not unshaken, and therefore his power was not to its fullest potential. Olur had failed nearly every opportunity Gozreh had given him, and had never truly gotten back on his feet to be the fearless warrior Gozreh saw in him - that his father saw in him. He was too careful, too afraid, too uncertain of his trust in his deity and those around him.

In his vision the cliffs begin to crumble under his feet, and Olur falls, only to feel a hand on his shoulder. He reaches up and grabs it and looks back, crying, into the face of Steele. She comforts him and brings him into her tent and manages to get him to sleep, though he doesn’t talk about what he’d witnessed.  You can find more detail of Olur’s lore here.

This concludes this summary! I’ll try to have the next one up soon. If you read through it I’d appreciate a +like but it’s not necessary ^^