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Orick

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Exploring Coastal Backroads: Hidden Beach Gems

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Oricka Rourst -Parece uma criança, mas já tem uns 30 e uns quebrados convertendo -😃😀😂👍💪😳 -Eu gosto do design dela

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…not a fighting game character but my point still stands

”So Pikes what’s your type in fighting games”

Apparently goatees and big jackets

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I see fire - 12

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 2227. Contents: Loads of violence and mystery. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag. Divider by @firefly-graphics

XII

Two hours on, the trio reaches where the trees thin, making room for a wide shore around a lake. It’s really quite beautiful, the vast lake glittering in the sun and golden sand rimming it. There’s a trail that leads on towards a small setup of stones. Gravestones. Heading to them, the friends keep an eye out for anything, noting the drag marks on the ground and the signs of a struggle closer to the graves.

But nothing happens.

Not wanting to just go back without having fulfilled their promise, the little group decides on a more initiative rich approach and Anvindr, before the girls can caution him, goes and sticks his head under the water to look around. Next thing they know, he disappears under the surface with a splosh!

Without having to think twice, the girls charge after the disappeared genasi, submerging themselves in the cool water. Thankfully, it’s rather clear and it doesn’t take them long to notice the flailing of their friend who is being dragged towards a patch of kelp by something that sort of looks like a horse and sort of doesn’t due to the fact that half of its body absolutely is not that of a horse but looks more like a fish or an eel. It has its tongue wrapped around Anvindr who just then manages to slice it bad enough for it to let go.

What they are fighting is, they guess, a kelpie. Zilvra has read about them in books of myths and strange places, never thinking she’d ever face one but well, here it is.

It’s a stunningly short fight where particularly Morella and Anvindr manage a perfect partnership in the form of a spiky growth reaching around the kelpie thanks to the druid, and Anvindr’s little turret continuously pressing it back into the growth with its shots.

By they time the fight is over, all three are soaked and Anvindr is bleeding profusely but they feel accomplished as they drag the corpse of the kelpie on to the shore.

“C’mere,” the Fey elf shakes the water out of her hair as she gestures to Anvindr.

Joining her obediently, he’s rewarded with a healing spell that mostly restores him to his former glory.

“This’ll take a while but you don’t want to get cold,” Zilvra joins them, waving the magic from her fingers and onto their clothes that dry piece by piece.

They decide to cut off the long tongue and bring it with them as proof of the kill and by the time they make it back to the logging camp, the sun is a palm’s width from the horizon and another cart is being laden with planks, soon ready to be sent off.

Mister Lockett is easy to find, they just have to follow the sound of his booming voice and thankfully the workers don’t seem to mind the interruption that is the trio appearing.

“Back already?” Orick asks, surveying the seemingly untouched friends.

Anvindr tosses the wound up tongue on the stump nearby. “Yeah, monster dealt with,” he smiles.

“It was a kelpie...which is odd, really,” Morella chimes in, “they’re from the Fey Wild too and shouldn’t really be here?”

Orick scratches his head. “Never heard of ‘em.”

“Regardless, we’d be happy if you’d write a few words we can take with us back to master Tio,” Zilvra asks.

“Ha!” a dry laugh erupts from one of the workers sitting on the logs nearby, causing the trio to look to them confused.

Thankfully, Orick just scoffs and promises to do as asked but Anvindr can’t let it go.

“You may be a man of opinions...but are you as strong as they are? How ‘bout an arm wrestling match?”

The worker that had disapproved of the note (and his friends) look the genasi up and down, clearly not impressed with the stature of the blue man but something makes him hesitate.

“It’s a simple thing,” Anvindr promises, “we play, one wins, no hard feelings.”

“What’s going on here?” a new voice asks.

It belongs to a man just past his prime who doesn’t look like one of the workers: he’s dressed differently including a red cloth around his neck.

“Nothing, it seems,” Anvindr answers a bit disappointed, “seems he isn’t keen on a match with me despite thinking he had anything to say in a conversation that didn’t include him.”

The newcomer looks to the guy the genasi indicates with a crooked smile. “Couldn’t keep his opinions to himself? Better be a man and back up your words, Gerick.”

And so an impromptu arm wrestling match is prepared, some of the workers even taking bets against their friend despite Anvindr’s lithe frame. Good thing too! The moment the clasped hands are released for the match to start, the artificer overwhelms the lumber jack, slamming his fist into the stump where once a mighty tree grew. There’s cheering and swearing, but Zilvra’s eyes are fixed on the stranger who had smiled even before the match was decided.

“How’d you do that?” Gerick mutters, rubbing his knuckles.

Anvindr smiles. “My apologies, I might not look like much but my armour fortifies me. To be honest,” he continues, “this match was a test to see if it truly worked.”

“Yeah well it does!”

“No hard feelings?” Anvindr holds a hand out to shake.

Gerick looks at it contemplatively but then grasps it with a smile. “Deal’s a deal. Might have to hook me up with an armour like that though.”

“One of a kind, sorry.”

“Yeah no worries.”

Gerick and his friends take off, needing to get some more work done before the evening bell but the latecomer stays.

“I’m heading out tomorrow...” the stranger says, mostly to the genasi though not trying to prevent the other two thirds of the trio from hearing, “but I could use someone like you.”

“Oh?” Morella steps closer, looking the guy up and down.

He nods. “I heard you work for Tio but if you want to be free of Stouvania...I could help you. And,” he continues, pointedly looking over Anvindr’s armour, “I know some people who are good with tinkering.”

Of course the artificer’s curiosity is kindled but not so much so that he doesn’t ask what sort of work the man has in mind. Turns out to be protection of transports, mostly, maybe some investigative work once they’ve proved themselves.

“But it’s up to you...who you’d rather work for,” the guy finishes.

“Can we think about it?” Zilvra asks.

He nods. “As I said, I leave tomorrow.”

Taking some time before supper to wander the area of the logging camp, the trio reevaluate what they’ve experienced so far and what people have told them, leading them to conclude that not all is as shiny as Stouvania would like it to seem. Especially the talk with Paul Davis, the marshal in Oldgarde, had been an eye opener.

“Noticed this guy’s scarf?” Zilvra asks the others quietly.

“Mhmmm,” Morella agrees.

Turning to look behind the group, she waves at someone and when Zilvra checks, she sees the man in question keeping and eye on them from the porch.

“So what should we do?” the genasi asks.

“I don’t feel like walking away from an unfinished job,” the drow announces.

Apparently, neither do the other two.

“But work both sides at once?” It’s clear that Morella wouldn’t be comfortable with it and while Zilvra is less disinclined, she decides not to push any of her new friends to do something they’re not comfortable with.

The decision does indeed land on at least finishing the quests for Tio and then reevaluate at a later moment. But it’s worth it to know that there are other options out there.

“Ugh,” Anvindr runs a hand over his face, “it’s so different from what I’m used to. So...big!”

“What do you mean?” the eladrin wants to know.

Anvindr has sometimes spoken of his people, a relatively small clan exiled from their true home, the Plane of Air. Now he explains how the clan holds no more than a hundred people if even that many but is one of several clans. There is no official ruler, but a council consisting of people chosen for the specific problem that needs solving thus ensuring that the best suited are in charge when needed.

“And you guys?” he wonders.

Morella just shrugs, she can’t recall.

“Probably more like here, but different too,” Zilvra can say. “We have a monarchy, our queen is elected but has a council that she appoints.”

“Speaking of nothing,” Anvindr suddenly changes the subject, “what’s with your dagger? You always fidget with it!”

The drow laughs quietly. “Oh, that’s just because I’m restless. It was a gift from my mentor, it was the first weapon with which I trained and she told me to become one with it...so I did. Now I only carry it for sentimental and fidgety reasons.”

“A bit of home,” Morella offers.

“Yeah.”

“I have a bit of home too,” the druid smiles, holding out two items: a silver pinecone and a small glass jar with what looks like annoyed bees in it.

The other two look are bit baffled at the latter. “Bees?”

Also Morella is studying them carefully. “Yeah...but they normally don’t buzz around like that.”

She clicks her tongue and then pulls out the claw from the kelpie. The moment she brings it closer to the jar, the angrier the bees get.

“Maybe they are enemy detectors?” she wonders.

“That could come in handy,” Anvindr decides.

The trio head back to the house for food; the bell’s already going, calling the workers for their supper which they are being served outside. The lumber jacks find random places to sit on logs and stumps or the stairs of the porch, but the trio gets to eat in the kitchen where Orick pours some wine and Mrs Lockett (a stout redhead of a woman) joins with a good-natured complaint about the men. The still nameless guy that has offered the alternative future is there too.

“Good thing you could take care of that monster,” Orick is saying as he helps pass out the full plates, “everything’s been peaceful for ages but then...two weeks ago! I say, I ran as fast as I could.”

Two weeks ago, the trio hadn’t met each other yet. Time flies. Morella taps her fingers softly on the table, seemingly far away, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Anvindr asks.

At the same time, the nameless man cocks his head. “What’s that sound?”

There is indeed a droning or buzzing sound and it takes little time to realize it’s coming from Morella’s pouch. She pulls out the jar of bees, finding that they are going crazy – so much so that the glass jar shakes when she places it on the table.

Someone yells outside and next instant the man has shoved Morella aside, beautifully making sure that she’s not hit by the storm of splinters and water that shoots through the wall.

It’s as though everything happens in slow motion: Zilvra sees how Morella recovers from the push and the man gets to his feet in a fluid movement, pulling two short swords that look eerily familiar even in the moment.

Then everything snaps back into speed and she finds herself following her friends in the wake of the man outside to deal with whatever threat has appeared.

Even running towards it, Zilvra can’t think much else than “fish” because there’s something distinctly fishy about the humanoid facing them: a serpentine or fishy lower body holds up an almost turquoise upper body that still is covered in scales and has gills, around it hovers three orbs of water and in its hand is a simple rusty dagger.

A snarl and a puff can be heard as Morella shifts into her wolf form, launching herself at the creature side by side with Zilvra...but one of the orbs hits the drow in the chest, tossing her backwards where she slams hard against a stack of logs. At least Anvindr has better luck shooting from a distance.

It’s a messy fight but it leads to a victory for the trio and the man although Zilvra ends up taking more of a beating that she wants to – still she kills the creature by shooting it in the eye (a pretty shot right past the nose of the man).

Morella, still in her wolf form, is sniffing the corpse as the drow limps over. Another puff as the druid returns to her usual form, allowing her to pat her friend with a healing touch.

“I know this...this is a marrow,” the eladrin announces. “They are Fey too. I’ve smelt them before near Oldgarde.”

Anvindr’s head snaps up to regard her. “This one specifically or...?”

“Dunno.”

Zilvra has already taken it upon her to search the corpse for any clues but she finds nothing except for the rusty dagger that isn’t worth holding onto and a spell focus – a little bauble with glowing water inside.

“They are an underwater race,” Morella is saying, “relatively primitive but fierce warriors and some of them are capable of magic as we’ve just seen...they are the ones that look more human like.”

“Looks like it was a lonely one,” the nameless man sighs, “but we better keep watch tonight.”

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California’s Yurok Tribe, which had 90% of its territory taken from it during the gold rush of the mid-1800s, will be getting a slice of its land back to serve as a new gateway to Redwood national and state parks visited by 1 million people a year.

The Yurok will be the first Native people to manage tribal land with the National Park Service under a historic memorandum of understanding signed on Tuesday by the tribe, Redwood national and state parks and the non-profit Save the Redwoods League.

The agreement “starts the process of changing the narrative about how, by whom and for whom we steward natural lands”, Sam Hodder, president and CEO of Save the Redwoods League, said in a statement.

The return of the 125 acres (50 hectares) of land – named ’O Rew in the Yurok language – more than a century after it was stolen from California’s largest tribe is proof of the “sheer will and perseverance of the Yurok people”, said Rosie Clayburn, the tribe’s cultural resources director. “We kind of don’t give up.”

For the tribe, redwoods are considered living beings and traditionally only fallen trees have been used to build their homes and canoes.

“As the original stewards of this land, we look forward to working together with the Redwood national and state parks to manage it,” Clayburn said. “This is work that we’ve always done, and continued to fight for, but I feel like the rest of world is catching up right now and starting to see that Native people know how to manage this land the best.”

The property is at the heart of the tribe’s ancestral land and was taken in the 1800s to exploit its old-growth redwoods and other natural resources, the tribe said. Save the Redwoods League bought the property in 2013 and began working with the tribe and others to restore it.

Much of the property was paved over by a lumber operation that worked there for 50 years and also buried Prairie Creek, where salmon would swim upstream from the Pacific to spawn.

Plans for ’O Rew include a traditional Yurok village of redwood plank houses and a sweat house. There also will be a new visitor and cultural center displaying scores of sacred artefacts from deerskins to baskets that have been returned to the tribe from university and museum collections, Clayburn said.

It will add more than a mile (1.6km) of new trails, including a new segment of the California Coastal Trail, with interpretive exhibits. The trails will connect to many of the existing trails inside the parks, including to popular old-growth redwood groves.

The tribe had already been restoring salmon habitat for three years on the property, building a meandering stream channel, two connected ponds and about 20 acres (8 hectares) of floodplain while dismantling a defunct mill site. Crews also planted more than 50,000 native plants, including grass-like slough sedge, black cottonwood and coast redwood trees.

Salmon were once abundant in rivers and streams running through these redwood forests, But dams, logging, development and drought – due in part to the climate crisis – have destroyed the waterways and threatened many of these species. Last year, recreational and commercial king salmon fishing seasons were closed along much of the west coast due to near-record low numbers of the iconic fish returning to their spawning grounds.

The tribe will take ownership in 2026 of the land near the tiny northern California community of Orick in Humboldt county after restoration of a local tributary, Prairie Creek, is complete under the deal.

A growing Land Back movement has been returning Indigenous homelands to the descendants of those who lived there for millennia before European settlers arrived. That has seen Native American tribes taking a greater role in restoring rivers and lands to how they were before they were expropriated.

Last week, a 2.2-acre (0.9-hectare) parking lot was returned to the Ohlone people where they established the first human settlement beside San Francisco Bay 5,700 years ago. In 2022, more than 500 acres (200 hectares) of redwood forest on the Lost Coast were returned the InterTribal Sinkyone Wilderness Council, a group of 10 tribes.

The ’O Rew property represents just a tiny fraction of the more than 500,000 acres of the ancestral land of the Yurok, whose reservation straddles the lower 44 miles (70km) of the Klamath River. The Yurok tribe is also helping lead efforts in the largest dam removal project in US history along the California-Oregon border to restore the Klamath and boost the salmon population.

The Redwoods national park superintendent, Steve Mietz, praised the restoration of the area and its return to the tribe, saying it is “healing the land while healing the relationships among all the people who inhabit this magnificent forest”.

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Yurok tribal members lead a redwood canoe tour on the lower Klamath River on Tuesday, June 8, 2021, in Klamath, Calif. (AP Photo/Nathan Howard, File)

(I could have sworn I read this in a post on here, but I just cannot find it anywhere. So here it is... maybe again for some folks.)

California tribe that lost 90% of land during Gold Rush to get site to serve as gateway to redwoods

By Associated Press Laguna Beach

PUBLISHED 4:54 PM PT Mar. 19, 2024

Source.

California’s Yurok Tribe, which had 90% of its territory taken from it during the Gold Rush of the mid-1800s, will be getting a slice of its land back to serve as a new gateway to Redwood National and State Parks visited by 1 million people a year.

The tribe signed a memorandum of understanding Tuesday with California and the National Park Service for 125 acres in Humboldt County to be transferred to the Yurok in 2026 after the restoration of salmon habitat Officials say the tribe will be the first Native people to co-manage returned land with the National Park Service The arrangement with the Redwood National and State Parks and the nonprofit Save the Redwoods League is part of a growing Land Back movement It seeks to return Indigenous homelands to descendants of those who inhabited those areas long before European settlers arrived

The Yurok will be the first Native people to manage tribal land with the National Park Service under a historic memorandum of understanding signed Tuesday by the tribe, Redwood National and State Parks and the nonprofit Save the Redwoods League.

The agreement “starts the process of changing the narrative about how, by whom and for whom we steward natural lands,” Sam Hodder, president and CEO of Save the Redwoods League, said in a statement.

The tribe will take ownership in 2026 of 125 acres near the tiny Northern California community of Orick in Humboldt County after restoration of a local tributary, Prairie Creek, is complete under the deal. The site will introduce visitors to Yurok customs, culture and history, the tribe said.

The area is home to the world’s tallest treees — some reaching more than 350 feet. It’s about a mile from the Pacific coast and adjacent to the Redwood National and State Parks, which includes one national park and three California state parks totaling nearly 132,000 acres.

The return of the land — named ’O Rew in the Yurok Language — more than a century after it was stolen from California’s largest tribe is proof of the “sheer will and perseverance of the Yurok people,” said Rosie Clayburn, the tribe’s cultural resources director. “We kind of don’t give up.”

For the tribe, redwoods are considered living beings and traditionally only fallen trees have been used to build their homes and canoes.

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This drone photo taken Monday, Jan. 29, 2024, shows the site of a salmon restoration project at Prairie Creek, which runs from Redwood National and State Parks, Calif., and flows through land that will be returned to the Yurok Tribe. (AP Photo/Terry Chea, File)

“As the original stewards of this land, we look forward to working together with the Redwood National and State Parks to manage it,” Clayburn said. “This is work that we’ve always done, and continued to fight for, but I feel like the rest of world is catching up right now and starting to see that Native people know how to manage this land the best.”

The property is at the heart of the tribe’s ancestral land and was taken in the 1800s to exploit its old-growth redwoods and other natural resources, the tribe said. Save the Redwoods League bought the property in 2013 and began working with the tribe and others to restore it.

Much of the property was paved over by a lumber operation that worked there for 50 years and also buried Prairie Creek, where salmon would swim upstream from the Pacific to spawn.

A growing Land Back movement has been returning Indigenous homelands to the descendants of those who lived there for millennia before European settlers arrived. That has seen Native American tribes taking a greater role in restoring rivers and lands to how they were before they were expropriated.

Last week, a 2.2-acre parking lot was returned to the Ohlone people where they established the first human settlement beside San Francisco Bay 5,700 years ago. In 2022, more than 500 acres of redwood forest on the Lost Coast were returned to the InterTribal Sinkyone Wilderness Council, a group of 10 tribes.

The ’O Rew property represents just a tiny fraction of the more than 500,000 acres of the ancestral land of the Yurok, whose reservation straddles the lower 44 miles of the Klamath River. The Yurok tribe is also helping lead efforts in the largest dam removal project in U.S. history along the California-Oregon border to restore the Klamath and boost the salmon population.

Plans for ‘O Rew include a traditional Yurok village of redwood plank houses and a sweat house. There also will be a new visitor and cultural center displaying scores of sacred artefacts from deerskins to baskets that have been returned to the tribe from university and museum collections, Clayburn said.

The center, which will include information on the redwoods and forest restoration, also will serve as a hub for the tribe to carry out their traditions, she said.

It will add more than a mile of new trails, including a new segment of the California Coastal Trail, with interpretive exhibits. The trails will connect to many of the existing trails inside the parks, including to popular old-growth redwood groves.

This drone photo taken on Monday, Jan. 29, 2024, shows a salmon restoration project at Prairie Creek, which runs from Redwood National and State Parks, Calif., and flows through land that will be returned to the Yurok Tribe. (AP Photo/Terry Chea)

The tribe had already been restoring salmon habitat for three years on the property, building a meandering stream channel, two connected ponds and about 20 acres of floodplain while dismantling a defunct mill site. Crews also planted more than 50,000 native plants, including grass-like slough sedge, black cottonwood and coast redwood trees.

Salmon were once abundant in rivers and streams running through these redwood forests. But dams, logging, development and drought — due in part to climate change — have destroyed the waterways and threatened many of these species. Last year, recreational and commercial king salmon fishing seasons were closed along much of the West Coast due to near-record low numbers of the iconic fish returning to their spawning grounds.

Thousands of juvenile coho and chinook salmon and steelhead have already returned to Prairie Creek along with red-legged frogs, northwestern salamanders, waterfowl and other species.

Redwoods National Park Superintendent Steve Mietz praised the restoration of the area and its return to the tribe, saying it is “healing the land while healing the relationships among all the people who inhabit this magnificent forest.”

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LE TRIBÙ YUROK TORNANO A GESTIRE LE LORO TERRE ANCESTRALI

Lo Stato americano della California ha siglato un accordo che permette alla tribù nativa degli Yurok di riappropriarsi della terra di cui è originaria e in cui ha vissuto dal 14° secolo.

La tribù degli Yurok incominciò ad essere perseguitata e allontanata dalle proprie terre alla metà del 1800 in seguito alla corsa all’oro, subì poi una pesante epidemia che decimò la tribù del 75%, massacri e la privazione dei territori in cui viveva per concederle alle industrie di legname e al National Park Service. La terra, che a lungo è stata gestita dalla Save the Redwoods League, riguarda un’area situata nella parte settentrionale dello Stato americano, nei pressi di Orick, da sempre di grande importanza per la comunità di nativi americani che ha un forte legame con la natura e con gli elementi. Il nuovo patto concordato con il National Park Service e il California State Parks permetterà alla tribù di tornare a vivere liberamente nelle proprie zone di origine e di tornarne gestori e protettori.

Dopo diversi anni di sforzi la terra chiamata ‘O Rew avrà strutture dove la comunità nativa potrà vivere in modo tradizionale e luoghi dove potranno essere ricevuti i visitatori, un polo e nuovi itinerari culturali. La tribù indigena Yurok sarà la prima nel Paese a co-gestire un parco nazionale e a contribuire alla conservazione e alla valorizzazione della storia e della cultura tribale americana nel tempo.

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Fonte: Oregon Public Broadcasting; foto di Olena Olesik

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Valerie and Her Week of Wonders features half-siblings (one of them is the main heroine) and a mother-in-law/son-in-law duo becoming endgame couples. The main heroine has also a very important romantic subplot with her father (tbh, their relationship is much more important to the plot than her endgame relationship). There's also a mother/daughter passionate kiss near the end.

Wow, this sounds like quite a movie.

A thief awakens 13-year-old Valerie, taking earrings left to her by her mother. By morning, the earrings have been returned, Valerie's first period has begun, and a troupe and a missionary have arrived in her 19th-century town. The thief is Orick; he reports to a cloaked constable who may also be the missionary. Attention to sexuality is everywhere: Valerie's grandmother's puritanical nature, the missionary's sermon to the town's virgins, the parish priest's attempt to seduce Valerie, and lusty adults at play. Valerie's nascent sexuality puts her in great danger. Can she navigate the passage from innocence to experience, a route teaming with vampires, a murderer, and an obscure family tree?

I'm amazed I'm only hearing about it now. Thanks, Anon!