#rowan the destroyer

[salty-puppy]

Oh, is this what you want? Something more familiar?

[sky-whale-creations]

Introducing the Vessel class version 2.2!

It's been a long time for all of us, hasn't it? About 2 years ago this project started and now, slowly and surely, it closes in on its fully realized state

I already posted up the original subclasses: elder dragon, deep one, and primordial beast for all of your draconic, sea monster, and fuck off huge animal needs

Aaaand here we are with the 2nd batch!

The Destroyer, for ascended demons and rampaging angels

The High Fey, for the various tricksters of the Fey Wilds

The Dire Bloom, for supernaturally powerful flowers, trees, and what have you

As always I simply must thank my friend PJ, my collaborator, tester, and DM

My gf, who helped spark the Vessel class and plays the first ever vessel, Nia Rivers

And a special thank you to my dear friend Rowan who I lost very recently. The act of creating will save you. <3

As always you can find the full homebrewery document here: https://homebrewery.naturalcrit.com/share/n_swReh_PBe6

[calisources]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : here are a list of 55 female names, 55 male names and 55 a song of ice and fire valyrian names and last names. You can do variations to the names and eveything because, you know fantasy, but I chose those that I thought sounded good. If this list is good, I found a generator for more fantasy names centered in ASOIAF for different kingdoms and lands. you don't have to give credit but please like or reblog if you find useful.

Male Names.

Kallias, meaning beauty.

Dimitri, earth lover.

Teivel, the devil.

Kaiser, Emperor or ruler.

Harvey, Strong warrior.

Lysander, liberator. 

Erel, angel and messenger.

Asael, made by god.

Laurent, the bright one.

Perseus, avenger, destroyer.

Chrysander, golden protector.

Zale, strength of the sea.

Cahir, warrior, battle man.

Magnus, great and powerful.

Nikolai, people of victory.

Kian, king.

Damien, to tame.

Micah, who resembles God.

Kaemon, joyful.

Arsenio, strong, potent.

Lucius, light or genius.

Loan, light.

Calix, very handsome.

Rowan, brilliant red.

Egan, little fire.

Adonis, lord.

Declan, full of goodness.

Arzhel, bear prince.

Thaddeus, courageous heart.

Alastor, vengeance.

Carden, wool carder.

Leone, lion.

Osian, little dear.

Ezekiel, strength of god.

Zion, highest point.

Asher, blessed.

Kratos, strength, might.

Zadkiel, righteousness of god.

Arwan, king of the other world.

Malakai, messenger.

Acheron, river of sorrow.

Elijah, the lord is my god.

Jace, lord of salvation.

Killian, little warrior.

Cyrus, the sun.

Deimos, personification of fear.

Bryson, child of a noble.

Conan, little wolf or little hound.

Maverick, independent one.

Lennone, keen.

Anteros, god of required love and defender of unrequired.

Denarius, silver coin.

Lorcan, little fierce one.

Ariston, excellent.

Vortigern, high overlord.

Female Names.

Naima, tranquil.

Freya, noble woman.

Alora, beautiful dream.

Danyi, sweet.

Juniper, evergreen.

Arcadia, adventurous.

Cora, virtuous.

Rosela, rose in italian.

Rhea, river.

Kyra, sun.

Solasta, shining, light.

Evangeline, messenger of good news.

Narcissa, flower.

Nyssa, new beginning.

Nyx, night.

Elodie, great fortune.

Gemena, intelligent.

Elis, god’s promise.

Irene, peace.

Samira, wind.

Melantha, dark flower.

Odeliah, praise god.

Aleyah, noble, elevated.

Sariah, princess of the lord.

Ilaria, happy and cheerful.

Odessa, long journey.

Jezebel, pure.

Brielle, heroine of god.

Emersyn, brave, powerful.

Marilla, shining sea.

Braelyn, meadow.

Enora, honor.

Sereia, mermaid.

Seraphina, fiery ones.

Kaena, praise.

Zenaida, of zeus, eternal life.

Isadora, gift of Isis.

Faera, bringer of gifts.

Fayra, gift of god.

Lilibet, pledge to god.

Orlaith, golden princess, sovereign.

Thalassa, sea or ocean.

Visha, deadly poison.

Sora, sky.

Leysa, defender of man.

Cassiel, angel of saturday.

Calia, beautiful person.

Aloisia, famous warrior.

Isleen, vision.

Elowen, elm tree.

Davina, beloved.

Elysia, from the blessed isles.

Gwenna, blessed ring.

Mairween, blessed rebellion.

Esmeray, dark moon.

ASOIAF Valyrian names.

Daenar Tarreos

Baesenyx Barreos

Jaererys Laeraellis

Tyraerion Laenaenor

Jacaegar Laeneneos

Gaedar Aglaeris

Raenor Gonnalys

Rhaegon Maentigar

Vimar Arnalys

Vahaegaron Nargyreon

Laegor Naeltigar

Aeron Taeltheon

Maerya Barnaris

Alyhna Caeneneos

Vysenera Naeltaris

Daessa Baelnaris

Baessa Rahmaereon

Haelera Veltheos

Saerena Arinarys

Alaenna Lenyreos

Elaessa Narnareon

Jaelanya Galgyreon

Vhaenys Dortalor

Saerera Raeldaerys

Visegon Goniar

Jaedor Gaelennis

Malaelor Maentheos

Rahaelon Baeltigar

Maerion Laergaris

Visegon Qargaeron

Vahaeron Arreos

Gaelyx Arlaeris

Garaevon Calnalys

Naelara Dalreos

Eraerla Raenlaeris

Daenenera Maenanyon

Haerys Narnalys

Hera Aergaris

Vysessa Qarareon

Elaerya Aerlaeris

Maeharys Malreos

Tahaenyx Rahiar

Aeganar Gaelralis

Balaevar Lendaerys

Daegar Valanyon

Gaegar Nohaellis

Matagor Vellaeris

Rahaemon Laendaerys

Daelon Aeraeris

Aerena Mallaeron

Daenelys Callaeris

Renaera Raelennis

Daenelys Dortheos

Raevor Daerlaeron

Bamera Caenennis

[the-mystic-council]

Hello! This is a group wizard posting sideblog! There will be multiple characters, so check this if you want to see any lore for a character or pronouns, etc.

Rowan (all pronouns + it/its and fae/faer)

kinda insane

no one knows how old they are, could be 23, could be 3,346

has no concept of social structures, etiquette, social cues, personal space, etc.

"The Best Councillor" (they/them)

Won't answer to any other name

Dramatic ass bitch

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land (he/it/they)

Claims to have been a demon

Claims itself to be evil but doesn’t do anything bad like ever

Is actually pretty helpful

Refuses to admit he actually does good things

Little shit

"The Puppetmaster" (she/him)

Thinks she's a god and controls everyone/everything (even I, The Overlord™)

Very logical/analytical

Very whiny, bratty, and annoying

Acts like a small child, and might actually be one

The Overlord™ (all the pronouns. any neopronoun you can think of. Nordic runes. Alien languages. etc.)

the one making this post

or perhaps the many making this post. we shall never know

why do you need to know more. you are but a puny mortal

New characters to come!

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Lost Souls, Chapter 11: Ascribe All Sin 

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

Magnus said that no electricity could be used during the summoning of Azazel, so the loft apartment was lit only by candlelight. The candles burned in a circle in the center of the room, all different heights and brightness, though they shared a similar blue-white flame.  

Inside the circle, a pentagram had been drawn by Magnus, using a small tree branch that had burned the pattern of overlapping triangles into the floor. In between the spaces formed by the pentagram were symbols unlike anything Simon had ever seen before: not quite letters and not quite runes, they gave off a chilly sense of menace despite the heat of the candle flames. 

It was dark outside the windows now, the sort of dark that came with the early sunsets of approaching winter. Rowan, Alec, Simon, and finally, Magnus—who was chanting aloud from Forbidden Rites—each stood at one cardinal point around the circle. Magnus’s voice rose and fell, the Latin words like a prayer, but one that was inverted and sinister.

The flames rose higher and the symbols carved into the floor began to burn black. Chairman Meow,  who had been watching from a corner of the room, hissed and fled into the shadows. The blue-white flames rose, and now Simon could hardly see Magnus through them. The room was getting hotter, the warlock chanting faster, his black hair curling in the humid heat, sweat gleaming on his cheekbones. “Quod tumeraris: per Jehovah, Gehennam, et consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo, signumque crucis quod nunc facio, et per vote nostra, ispe nunc surgat nobis dicatus Azazel!”

There was a burst of fire from the center of the pentagram, and a thick black wave of smoke rose, dissipating slowly through the room, making everyone but Simon cough and choke. It swirled like a whirlpool, coalescing slowly in the center of the pentagram into the figure of a man. 

Simon blinked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this. A tall man with auburn hair, neither young nor old—an ageless face, inhuman and cold. Broad-shouldered, dressed in a well-cut black suit and shining black shoes. Around each wrist was a dark red groove, the markers of some sort of binding, rope or metal, that had cut into the skin over many years. In his eyes were leaping red flames. 

He spoke. “Who summons Azazel?” His voice was like metal grinding on metal. Next to him on the pentagram, Simon saw Rowan grit their teeth and flinched. 

“I do,” Magnus firmly shut the book he was holding. “Magnus Bane.”

Azazel craned his head slowly toward Magnus.is head seemed to swivel unnaturally on his neck, like the head of a snake. “Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“Summoner. Binder. Destroyer of the demon Marbas. Son of—”

“Now,” said Magnus quickly. “There’s no need to go into all that.”

“But there is.” Azazel sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?”

Alec was looking at Magnus with his mouth open. Simon felt for him. He didn’t think any of them had ever assumed that Magnus even knew who his father was, beyond that he had been a demon who had tricked his mother into believing he was her husband. Alec clearly knew no more about it than the rest of them, which, Simon imagined, was probably something he wasn’t too happy about.

“My father and I are not on the best of terms,” said Magnus. “I would prefer  not to involve him.”

Azazel raised his hands. “As you say, Master. You hold me within the seal. What do you demand?”

Magnus said nothing , but it was clear from the expression on Azazel’s face that the warlock was speaking to him silently, mind to mind. The flames leaped and danced in the demon’s eyes, like eager children listening to a story. “Clever Lilith,” the demon said at last. “To raise the boy from death, and secure his life by binding him to someone whom you cannot bear to kill. She was always better at manipulating human emotions than most of us—most. Perhaps because she was something close to human once.”

“Is there a way?” Magnus sounded impatient. “To break the bond between them?”

Azazel shook his head. “Not without killing them both.”

“Then, is there a way to harm Sebastian only, without hurting Jace?” It was Rowan, eager but a rage held in their eyes; Magnus shot them a quelling look. 

“Not with any weapon I might create, or have at my disposal,” said Azazel. “I can craft only weapons whose alliance is demonic. A bolt of lightning from the hand of an angel, perhaps, might burn away what evil is in Valentine’s son and either break their time or cause it to become more benevolent in nature. If I might make a suggestion…”

“Oh,” said Magnus, narrowing his cat’s eyes, “please do.”

“I can think of a simple solution that will separate the boys, keep yours alive, and neutralize the danger of the other one. And I will ask very little of you in return.”

“You are my servant,” Magnus said. “If you wish to leave this pentagram, you will do what I ask, and not demand favors in return.”

Azazel hissed, and fireccurlked from his lips. “If I am not bound here, then I am bound there. It makes little difference to me.”

“‘For this is Hell, nor am I out of it,’” said Magnus, with the air of someone quoting an old saying. 

Azazel showed a metallic smile. “You may not be proud like old Faustus, warlock, but you are impatient. I am sure my willingness to remain in this pentagram will outlast your desire to keep watch over me inside it.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Magnus said. “I’ve always been fairly bold where decorating is concerned, and having you here does add that little touch of extra something to the room.”

“Magnus,” Alec said, clearly not thrilled at the idea of an immortal demon taking up residence in his boyfriend’s loft.

“Jealous, little Shadowhunter?” Azazel grinned  at Alec. “Your warlock is not my type, and besides, I would hardly want to anger his—”

“Enough,” Magnus said. “Tell us what the ‘little’ thing you want in return for your plan is.”

Azazel temples his hands—hard, workman’s hands, the color of blood, topped with black nails. “One happy memory,” he said. “From each of you. Something to amuse me while I am bound like Prometheus to his rock.”

“A memory?” Rowan demanded. “It would vanish? We couldn't remember it anymore?”

Azazel squinted at them through the flames. “What are you, little one? A Nephilim? Yes, I would take your memory and it would become mine. You would no longer know that it had happened to you. Although, please do avoid giving me memories of demons you’ve slaughtered under the light of the moon. Not the sort of thing I enjoy. No, I want these to be…personal.” He grinned, and his teeth gleamed like iron portcullis.

“I’m old,” Magnus said. “I have many memories. I would give one up, if needed. But I cannot speak for the rest of you. No one should be forced to give up something like this.” His eyes settled on Rowan, next to him. 

Rowan made a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between a laugh and a muffled cry. They cursed. “This is just amazing, you know that?” they said, bitterness seeping into their tone as they looked at the demon. Simon thought they looked like they wanted to jump through the pentagram and punch him clean in the face. 

“Rowan,” Alec said with his usual older-brotherly tone, temporarily pulling their attention away from the demon. He was across the pentagram from them and they had to squint through the smoke to see him. “It’s for Jace.” It was quiet for a moment, when he added, “please.”

Their jaw set. They crossed their arms over their chest, resolute in their anger. “For Jace,” they muttered, shooting a glare at Alec. “And to get Jensen home.”

Alec nodded. “You know my answer,” he said to Magnus, and then it was Simon’s turn. He thought suddenly of Jace, cutting his wrist and giving him his blood in the tiny room on Valentine’s boat. Risking his own life for Simon’s. It might have been for Clary’s sake at its heart, but it was still a debt. And he thought of Jensen, the little boy who had his heart broken by losing his parabatai, Max, and how he’d finally started to look happy when he’d met him that night, asking about how to read some manga he’d bought. He thought of how distraught Rowan was when he disappeared, and the guilt that pooled in his stomach when he realized he might have been the last person to see him that day. “I’m in.”

“Good,” Magnus said. “All of you, try to think of happy memories. They must be genuinely happy. Something that gives you pleasure in the ecollection.” He shot a sour glance at the smug demon in the pentagram. 

“I’m ready,” Alec said. He stood with his eyes closed, his back straight as if braced for pain. Magnus moved towards him and laid his fingers against his forehead, murmuring softly. 

Simon’s hand itched to reach for Rowan, to tell them it would be okay and reassure them that another memory missing wouldn’t be the worst thing because they would go on and make new, better ones. He offered them an encouraging smile, one that they sadly returned. Their mouth twitched into a frown, and he could hear, just barely, their breath was uneven and shaky. 

Magnus turned to them next. He whispered something to them, something like an apology, and did the same as he did to Alec. He watched as their expression hardened and they wiped the tear away, like they didn't remember what they were upset about in the first place. 

Simon hastily shut his eyes and tried to summon a happy memory—something to do with Clary? But so many of his memories of her were tinged now with his worry over her wellbeing. Something from when they were very young? An image swam to the forefront of his mind—a hot summer day at Coney Island, him on his father’s shoulders, Rebecca running behind them, training a handful of balloons. Looking up at the sky, trying to find the shapes in the clouds, and the sound of his mother’s laughter. No, he thought, not that. I don't want to lose that—

There was a cool touch on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw Magnus lowering his hand. Simon blinked at him, his mind suddenly blank. “But I wasn’t thinking of anything,” he protested. 

Magnus’s cat eyes were sad. “Yes, you were.”

Simon glanced around the room feeling a little dizzy. The others looked the same, as if they were awkwaening from a strange dream; he caught Rowan’s eye, the piercing, icy blue, staring through him rather than at him. He frowned. He wondered what they had thought about, what happiness they had given away. They didn’t deserve to give up any of it with how little he knew they had these days. 

A low rumble from the center of the pentagram drew his gaze from Rowan. Azazel stood, as close to the edge of the pattern as he could, a slow growl of hunger coming from his throat. Magnus turned and looked at him, a look of disgust on his face. His hand was closed into a fist and something seemed to be shining between his fingers as if he held a witchlight runestone. He turned and flung it, fast and sideways, into the center of the pentagram. Simon’s vampire vision tracked it. It was a bead of light that expanded into a circle holding multiple images. Simon saw a piece of azure ocean, a glimpse of Magnus’s face, a boy with blue eyes, a city skyline with two figures standing on the roof of a building—and then Azazel opened his arms and the circle of images vanished into his body, like a stray piece of trash stacked into the fuselage of a jet plane. 

Azazel gasped. His eyes, which had been darting flickers of red flame, blazed like bonfires now, and his voice crackled when he spoke. “Ahhh. Delicious.”

Magnus spoke sharply.  “Now for your side of the bargain.”

The demon licked his lips. “The solution to your problems is this. You release me into the world, and I take Valentine’s son and bring him living into Hell. He will not die, and therefore your Jace will live, but he will have left this world behind, and slowly their connection will burn away. You will have your friend back.”

“And then what?” Magnus said slowly. “We release you into the world, and then you return and let yourself be bound again?”

Azazel laughed. “Of course not, foolish warlock. The price of the favor is my freedom.”

“Freedom?” Alec spoke, sounding incredulous. “A Prince of Hell, set free in the world? We already gave you our memories—”

“The memories were the price you paid to hear my plan,” said Azazel. “My freedom is what you pay to have my plan enacted. There are worse things,” he grinned, “much older, darker things than even myself.”

Magnus frowned. “That is a cheat and you know it. You ask for the impossible.”

“So do you,” said Azazel. “Of his own will or under compunction, it does not matter. You are asking me to sever a bond only Heaven can sever. But Heaven will not help you; you know that as well as I. That is why men summon demons and not angels, is it not? This is the price you pay for my intervention. If you do not want to pay it, you must learn to accept what you’ve lost.”

Magnus’s face was pale and tight.  “We will converse among ourselves and discuss whether your offer is acceptable. In the meantime I banish you.” He waved his hand, and Azazel vanished, leaving behind the smell of charred wood. 

The four people in the room stared at one another incredulously. “What he is asking for,” Alec said finally, “it isn’t possible.”

“Theoretically anything is possible,” said Magnus, staring ahead as if into an abyss. “But to loose a Greater Demon on the world—not just a Greater Demon, a Prince of Hell, second only to Lucifer himself—the destruction he would wreak—”

“Couldn’t Sebastian do the same?” Rowan asked. “He could, couldn’t he? He could destroy everything.”

“Like Magnus said,” Simon put in bitterly, “anything’s possible.”

“There could be almost no greater crime in the eyes of the Clave,” said Magnus. “Whoever loosed Azazel upon the world would be a wanted criminal.”

“But we could destroy Sebastian,” Rowan started, though Magnus gave them little room to argue. 

“We don’t have proof Sebastian is plotting anything,” said Magnus. “For all we know, all he wants is to settle down in a nice country house in Idris.”

“With Clary and Jace? And what about Jensen?” Alec said incredulously. 

Magnus shrugged. “Who knows what he wants with them. Maybe he’s just lonely.”

“Yeah, because a twelve year old is amazing company for a murderer,” Rowan said bitterly. “He’s planning something.”

They all looked at Simon. “Clary’s trying to find out what. She needs some time. And don’t say, ‘We don’t have time,’” he added, “she knows that.”

Alec raked a hand through his dark hair. “Fine, but we just wasted a whole day. A day we didn’t have. No more stupid ideas.” His voice was uncharacteristically sharp. 

“Alec,” Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. “Are you okay?”

Alec looked at him. “Who are you again?”

Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked—for the first time Simon could remember—actually unnerved. It lasted only for a moment, but it was there. “Alexander,” he said. 

“Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it,” Alec said. 

“You think?” Magnus’s voice soared. Rowan winced. Before he could say anything else, the door swung open and Maia and Jordan came in. Their cheeks were red from the cold, and—Simon saw with a small start—Maia was wearing Jordan’s leather jacket. 

“We just came from the station,” she said excitedly. “Luke hasn’t woken up yet, but it looks like he’s going to be all right—” She broke off, looking around at the still-glimmering pentagram, the clouds of black smoke, and the scorched patches on the floor. “Okay, what have you guys been doing?”

[scotianostra]

On October 9 1921 tragedy struck when the SS Rowan sank off the Rhinns of Galloway with 34 deaths.

The steamship Rowan, on a voyage from Glasgow to Dublin sank after collisions with two ships off Corsewall Point. She collided with the American steamship West Camak, and immediately afterwards with the steamship Clan Malcolm.

The Rowan, under Captain Donald Brown, was held to blame for the first collision because of her speed in fog and failure to sound her whistle. For the second collision she was held one third responsible because of her failure to sound her whistle as a vessel stopped in water, a decision that seems harsh given the short time after the first collision, and Captain Brown’s immediate concern for preserving lives, which helped save some 70 people.

The tragedy hit the headlines in the US as among those lost on the Rowan were many members of the African American jazz band the Southern Syncopated Orchestra the "pop stars" of their day. Survivors were rescued by Clan Malcolm, West Camak, and the Royal Navy destroyer HMS Wrestler.

On 14th October the Theatre Royal in Glasgow held a “Special matinee in aid of the surviving members of the Orchestra who lost nine of their members. Despite the loss of lives, the orchestra would go on to complete its delayed dates in Ireland, but they disbanded soon afterwards.

Pics are the ship, a picture of the sinking of the SS ‘Rowan’ which appeared in the Italian newspaper ‘La Domenica del Corriere’ and the Southern Syncopated Orchestra

More on the sinking here https://www.irishtimes.com/.../wreck-of-ss-rowan-how-jazz...

[meeeeeeese]

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(my dumb worldbuilding sideblog)

1: Rugan Coppertail (he/him)

Pact Commander, master engineer and overall mess of a charr. An iron legion centurion by technicality, though his dragonslaying duties mean he isn't around much

2: Falx Ghostclaw (he/him)

Rugan's terrible spoiled brat of a cub, an iron legionnaire with an ego the size of the black citadel who, unfortunately can partially back up his wild claims with a talent for necromancy

3: Cara Silvertail (she/her)

A very normal charr who is definitely not an emissary of an outer god slumbering in the depths of the mists. Nominally part of the legions, though the incredibly suspicious power she wields and the nature of her origin means she kept under watch

4: Ibex Azureblaze (he/him)

A former flame legion tribune who was exiled in disgrace after a risky attempt to gain power blew up in his face. He now spends his time sulking in the wilderness being bitter.

5: Teghror (he/him)

Rugan's other cub, concieved during his stay with the olmakhan and raised without his father knowing of his existance. he's now on a journey to meet and possibly punch his sire in the face.

6: Zerek Mindrend (he/him)

An old ash legion mesmer, one of the few front line fighters of Tyria's sneakiest legion. He's a part time primus and a full time grump, but he's also very talented at chaos magic and chronomancy

7: Sarro Aquaburn (he/him)

former female and flame legion shaman, he left the gold legion due to their regressive views on gender and now travels Tyria as a free charr to perfect his elemental magics

8: Sarvius Longshade (he/him)

an ex-flame legion mercenary whose uncontrollable shadow magic bears an uncanny resemblance to the void.

9: Buffalo Mozzarella (she/her)

An incredibly angry asura hunting down her inquest parents for the crime of... giving her a really stupid name

10: Archeologist Siv (he/they)

An archeologist whose life work was to delve into the depths of Tyria, and recover relics from the destroyer-haunted ruins of the underground asuran civilisation. But after a doomed expedition left him the only survivor, he returned to the surface with a new god. He had seen the all, and personified the error in the geometry. He had found The Bent God.

11: Helga Flamewaker (she/her)

A powerful elementalist and havroun of the volcano spirit, she seeks to ensure the course of nature is not disrupted, which brings her into conflict with others who'd rather volcanos not erupt thank you very much

12: Grace Alderspin (she/her)

A former novelist turned adventurer who seeks to conquer Tyria's toughest environments

13: Captain 'powderkeg' Rowan (he/him)

A former slave who escaped his pirate masters to become a bounty hunter specialising in capturing pirates

14: 'Fern' (he/she)

Mordermoths backup body in case the Trahearne plan failed, Fern bides her time in the eternal battlegrounds, waiting for the moment he may return to Tyria and reclaim his place as elder dragon

[the-mystic-council]

Rowan we are running out of places to store your orbs

I don’t care how many new houses you ‘buy’ we are running out of space and you keep losing them

The Unhelpful,

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land

effervescent

[thatmcgwords]

Another key area to watch is the climate. The acronym HIPPO identifies all the critical problems responsible for climate change and global warming, which threaten some existences. It stands for:

• Habitat Loss

• Invasion by non-native species

• Pollution

• Population increase or loss

• Overhunting

The most threatening HIPPO element is habitat loss, which comes from activities like deforestation and farming, and displaces animals and insects from their natural homes. For example, the Amazon rainforest is one of the most significant forests in the world, and it influences climate through air and water circulation — such ecosystems need to be protected. And in general, our forests need worldwide protection. We should allocate more land for conservation and promote biodiversity in smaller areas.

Our agricultural system is a significant pollutant that threatens our environment.

Agriculture makes up 70% of land use in the UK, but the total GDP it generates is only 0.7%. While the sector generates such low GDP, it accounts for 11% of the country's carbon emissions.

Cattle farming is one of history’s original businesses. About 83% of the world's farmland is dedicated to cattle production, and about 60% of the world's greenhouse gas emissions come from cattle.

Another disadvantage is that cattle are one of the biggest destroyers of our ecosystems. They trample plants, displace insects, and occupy fertile farmlands.

Research shows that the world's population will increase by 30-50% in the next few decades. Food production will also rise to meet the demand of the increased population.

As the population numbers rise, so would the demand for meat. As a result, cattle, one of the most consumed types of meat, would have to increase production even more if the public's appetite for meat increases. Therefore, creating a dependable food future is necessary to meet the growing population's demand without harming our ecosystem or causing emissions.

Cattle are not the only animal of concern. Every year, we kill about 60 billion chickens, mostly raised under cruel conditions before consumption. Pigs and some other farm animals face the same fate, and the methods of killing them come with carbon dioxide emissions.

Apart from animal rearing and consumption, extensive agriculture also accounts for the emissions we create and the dangers posed on our planet. This results from too much tilling and fertilization, which affects the soil and its organisms.

How can we tackle agricultural greenhouse emissions? Here are some steps we can take:

• Recycle waste food to feed insect larvae.

• Engage in insect farming as it produces fewer emissions, and the insects can serve as food for some animals.

• Produce alternate foods that give the same nutrients as meat.

• Modernize agricultural practices so that they are environmentally friendly.

• Encourage farmers to take part in agro-ecological training.

The primary goal of AI isn't to take over the world or our jobs but to help advance lives beyond human capacity. ~ Rowan Hooper, PhD

Project Trillion focuses on addressing the following issues:

• Poverty and malnutrition in underdeveloped countries

• Diseases and infections, including the provision of resources and vaccines to combat them

• Reduction of carbon and greenhouse emissions

• Conservation of endangered animal and insect species

• Exploration of alternative habitats for humans

• Renewal and protection of ecosystems

• Universal access to affordable education

You can decide — and influence the people around you — to conduct healthy environmental practices, from planting trees to proper animal rearing, food consumption, waste disposal, and healthy energy consumption.

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While you may not have billions to contribute to environmental causes, here are some things you can start doing today:

• Create awareness around you of the dangers of carbon emissions on the planet.

• Partake in the green revolution by planting a tree today to save the Earth.

• Save any endangered animal or insect species around you.

��� Encourage environmental protection and participate in voluntary ecological services.

• Transition to renewable energy if possible. If you're a farmer, practice environmentally friendly agriculture. Save as many trees and microbes as possible to reduce greenhouse emissions.

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[13thwitch]

S1 E1: THE WITCHING HOUR inside the episode

"This episode is called 'The Witching Hour' and it's named 'The Witching Hour' because that is the title of the first book in Anne Rice's Mayfair trilogy. Michelle Ashford and I, who created the show together, really wanted to signal that we were embarking on, in this first season, telling the story of this first book.

"Rowan is this extraordinarily independent spirit. I love this character who's, like, out in the open ocean, on a boat, in the elements on her own, but part of the mystery of Rowan is that she's searching for who she is, she's searching for an understanding of where home is.

"Is Ellie her true home, or is there some other, larger home and family out there?

"It felt really important that we see Lemle as someone who's stopping her from being able to achieve what she wants to achieve, which is a real natural desire to save her mother's life. What he's saying to her is, 'I have an instinct that you are a killer.' And in arguing with him that she is not a killer, that he is wrong about her, she kills him. And so, in fact, he was right in his instinct about her in some way. This is a question that's going to plague Rowan through the entire first season: 'Am I a destroyer or not?'

"Deirdre has been locked up in the First Street house and not allowed to go anywhere except to school and to confession, because her aunts are so terrified of the power of Lasher, who is this being who's connected to her. This is one of the scenes that comes out of the book, where rose petals are falling and young girls outside the church are dancing in them, and that idea that throughout her childhood there's then been this magical being in her life who showers her with rose petals and makes her feel special and makes her feel divine, is a part of the seduction of this figure, Lasher. She believes Lasher is the only one who sees or understands her because her aunts have made any kind of other human interaction impossible for her.

"Corland is such a wonderful character. Just full of that Mayfair kind of joy and lavishness and decadence. And he's also a nefarious character, he's got all kinds of hidden agendas. The snake seemed to embody him perfectly.

"It felt really important that Rowan's birth, the origin of this character, be embedded in the story of the pilot. We wanted the audience to be in on the secret of Rowan's origins, this kind of fairy tale story of this baby who's taken from a family, moved somewhere else, doesn't know who she is, doesn't know her name. Anne Rice's book is all about mothers and the power of women. So it felt really important to have Rowan's birth in this first episode.

"We wanted to end the episode with Rowan out in the elements again, just as we met her, but with so much having changed. She's lost her mother; she is beginning to think of herself as a kind of monster who has a power she doesn't understand, and in Deirdre's story, this necklace comes off and now, Lasher has been released. What will happen now that Lasher has come into proximity with Rowan?"

[salty-puppy]

Got reminded of the deleted dance scene from the 2016 movie, this came to mind for some reason and I wouldn't stop kicking my peets and giggling about it... (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ᴥ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[the-mystic-council]

I can permanently borrow one from Rowan

They have so many I doubt they would notice

A Church’s Nightmare,

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land

Really want an orb or perhaps an obelisk but so expensive<|:(((

[fetusmeme]

ITS HALLOWEEN!!!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

[ghosta-r]

here’s the next batch of cards.

[lonestarbattleship]

USS TEXAS (BB-35), USS ROWAN (DD-405), USS STACK (DD-406) and USS RANGER (CV-4) docked at Norfolk Naval Shipyard.

Note: the enclosed 5"/38 caliber guns mounts on the flatbed rail cars next to the destroyers. T

Photographed by George Stock of LIFE Magazine. Identify by Peter Deforest. Most likely photographed on August 9, 1941.

LIFE Magazine Archives: 116626417, 116626422, 116626456

source

Edit: date is based on the finding of Travis Davis, VP of the Battleship Texas Foundation.

[the-mystic-council]

do you take orbs for payment? If so, what orbs do you want, Rowan keeps way too many so we have most likely whatever you request

Orb Thief(only from Rowan),

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land

Hello, one very large cup full of espresso shots, 20 strawberry scones, herbal tea, a cup of magic tea with a strange effect if you serve that, and a cup of cosmic horrors?

thanks,

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land

@the-mystic-council

30 silver for the lot. The STRANGE TEA will turn all of your thoughts inside out for 8 hours and, if you happen to be someone possessing eyelashes, it will also turn them upside down for a bit. The COSMIC HORRORS are freshly brewed so do be careful not to burn your mouth