#salica

[yaoijesusplus]

i love this niche utauloid

[ochipi]

So I might’ve actually lectured my lecturer. He’s an archivist, but not a historian (in the broadest version of the word).

Previously mentioned: Roman archives, didn’t really survive because of wax tablets and papyri decaying but we know they wrote and archived. Sure.

After the disappearance of the Western Roman Empire (he was very safe with his word choices here), archiving or writing large amounts of texts wasn’t really a thing, until the Arabs came by the 12th century and Europe was archiving again.

HOLD THE FFING PHONE RIGHT THERE! And I did ask why he was reasoning this way. He didn’t really got me immediately so I provided him with examples.

Roman law didn’t disappear, it was held up and added upon. (Fine = income!) we know this because A) we have catholic additions on it making pagan elements in society illegal, B) we have written versions of the Lex Salica as old as the 8th century, C) Carolingian Minuskel is a thing, learned how to read it at previous Uni.

They just continued copying/translating Greek to Latin to f.e. Diets.

Laws are only useful when you have an institute that has them, can check on them and execute them. All those laws are stored somewhere (= archived).

Handy for cloisters to know how many properties they have and what they provide in income and how much they cost.

Roman law became regional, the Goths, Salic Franks, Anglians all had written law. The Catholic Church even invited Irish monks over to baptize Europeans and they introduced the space in written language in the process to make it easier for them. Writing… archiving…

The Catholic Church was very keen on making martyrs immediate saints. Their stories were recorded (!) into hagiographies. We still have those. They were kept (archived!) in churches and cloisters.

They like their heroes. Tales like Beowulf are 8th century. The church wrote their hymns down so they could hand it out to their singers. The church provided education. The male elite could write…

Gregorius of Tours wrote his Historia Francorum. He wrote the history of the Francs, while they were still around! That’s archiving!

Yeah sure, they wrote how the Vikings were invaders and so on and on. But they wrote it down in the cloister archives!

I mean I can continue. But these were the things I mentioned in class.

To clarify, the Arabs did not re-introduce the production of archiving material and archives themself. They were just never gone. What the Arabs did do was re-introduced science! (Scream it out loud for the people in the back!). While Charlemagne was busy killing Slavs, the Arabs had libraries (Baghdad House of Wisdom) and research institutes and were good mathematicians and astronomers (many stars in our night sky have Arab names to this day). Europe owes a ton of stuff thanks to the Islamic Golden Age. But not really recording and archiving.

On the other hand, I was later informed that the lecturer started panicking because i apparently cornered him good. I just took the one time I get to prove that the last five years of me working around the Early Middle Ages wasn’t for nothing. I don’t want to apologise

[merovingian-marvels]

The Salic Law/ Lex Salica

The Salic Law is the written law of the Frankish empire. Its origin is both in Germanic customary law and Roman criminal law. Continuing Roman law fitted in the “Imperium Romanum Aeternum" or the idea that Rome was everlasting (the early Merovingians still saw themselves as Roman and didn't consider the (Western) Roman Empire "fallen").

There are many versions and interpretations of the Salic Law, depending on the Germanic additions made to it. This is especially true for customary law, punishments and inheritance. The most famous rule included in the text is that Kings/rulers have to be succeeded by their eldest son.

In some instances, new laws and punishments were added after incidents occurred which were not previously considered. There were for example different punishments for people who were free vs. slaves. Punishments could also vary, depending on the amount of people involved. Later Catholic additions include the banishment of pagan elements such as animistic practices, future predictions or the names of our weekdays. Some of these banishments are the only documented proof of certain pagan elements which were successfully oppressed by Christianity, such as the habbit of saying "bless you" after a sneeze. This indicates that a sneeze was used for interpretations (foresight, good luck charms, etc.) that could not coexist with Catholic devotion. "Bless you" was installed to replace whatever it was Germans did after a sneeze, turning it into a "positive" that survived into our current time.

Image: page from the 794 AD Salic Law

Library of the Sankt Gallen abbey - Switzerland.

[swifty-fox]

getting h*rny about tender sex who the fuck am i

Soft fingers bunch the fabric around Johnny’s hips, drag his clothes down his thighs and he shiver as the bare skin of his ass touches the cold floor. Throws his head back with a hiss as Benny takes his cock in hand, uncaring of the wet need smeared all over it.

“Look at you,” Benny breathes, resting Johnny’s cock on his hand and lifting it up for him to inspect, “Prettier than I imagined.” 

Johnny regards his cock for a few minutes and doesn’t find anything particularly remarkable about it, flushed pink and beading crystal bright at the head in delight at Benny’s soft caresses. His hips are rolling in little jerks into the clutch of Benny’s fingers and he bites back a quiet noise with every thrust, “You’ve imagined this?”

“Of course,” Benny says easily, “haven’t you?” 

In abstract, maybe. A flash of a mouth or sweat dripping down Benny’s neck. Hands grasping at sides and the smooth curve of the other man’s ass in the shower. Dark shadows tangled together, things that stirred his body but were nowhere close to the cold clarity of reality. He nods. 

Benny leans in to kiss him, and Johnny gives him teeth, just to prove himself and the other man tickles his fingers over his cock until Johnny is shivering with every caress.

“Now. Benny. Please” Johnny cuts out, then grits his teeth. Wishes he was smoother; better at this and less prickly.

One last kiss, tongue sweet and tasting of cigarettes and gin from Johnny’s own mouth, Benny settles down between Johnny’s thighs and cups his cock to rub the soft head against his cheek. Johnny winces at the sensation, unfamiliar and strange rather than any sort of pain, and Benny soothes him with a series of kisses up the shaft. Pauses to breathe a soft puff of air over the overheated skin. And then winks at Johnny.

His scowl is already slamming into place when Benny pops his mouth over the blushing weeping head. Drags the flat of his tongue along the unsderside and slips off in a weat smear to suck kisses down the other side.

Johnny’s skin is buzzing, his fingers are tangled in Benny’s hair without any input from his higher thinking and Benny’s swallowing his cock further and further down with every pass of his lips, spreading the glistening ring of salica further and further down. He’s got one hand on Johnny’s hips to steady him but he’s shivering too hard to move much at all, crying out with every dragging swipe of Benny’s tongue. 

An unbitten, filthy thought pops into Johnny’s mind, passionate, calculated and precise,Benny DeMarco sucks cock like he flies a plane.

[quis-on-flightrising]

A big day for Wild Orchard Hatchery!

Wild Orchard Lore: Arc 1, Arcane Nightmares, Chapter 1

The Obelisk and Fathom half landed, half fell through the underbrush, winded and stumbling.

"Are we close?" the Obelisk panted.

The Fathom nodded. "There's definitely a strong source of magic near by."

"You still think it's strong enough to get this thing off our backs?"

"I think so. We'd better hope so, it's getting close."

The Obelisk nodded, helped the Fathom untangle a leg from a vine he'd become snared in, and the two of them struggled on.

Towards the Orchard that they didn't know was there.

-----

Cirrus checked her speed before entering the clearing up ahead. It felt disrespectful to just go crashing right up to your clan matriarch's nose as if it was nothing. She took a moment to catch her breath- a messanger who can't talk is no use- before approaching the Guardian sitting in the leaf litter between the massive trees.

"Dusk, I'm sorry to bother you, but important news," she announced. Dusk turned her head, and Cirrus imagined that she could hear the creak of wood like a tree groaning under a strong wind.

"Go ahead."

"Vera and Rosa both agree that they can sense something big coming this way. It's not close yet, but it's on the edge of their senses, and it's not going away."

Dusk rumbled and stood up slowly. "I'll come closer to the orchard in case I'm needed at home. Make sure Brocade is warned too, if you can find him." She stopped and chuffed a laugh. "What am I saying. You can find him."

"I'll make sure he's ready to go to work."

-----

Chittam flared his wings as full length as the trees and vines around would allow, bracing himself in the path of the two dragons that were rushing his way. They skidded to a stop when they saw him and one fell over, from exhaustion by the look of it. Chittam mentally switched gears from 'stop the intruders' to 'help the travelers' and lowered his wings.

"You're in Wild Orchard territory," he called out to them. "Do you need help?"

"Territory… what?" the dazed Fathom said as he strugled back to his feet. "You don't mean there's dragons living in this area."

"Quite near by, yes."

"There's some kind of terrible magic contamination near here! It's too dangerous!"

"We know about it," Chittam said guardedly. "We have it managed."

The Fathom and Obelisk exchanged openly terrified looks.

The Obelisk spoke next. "There's something dangerous chasing us. We led it to the magic here because we thought it would be deserted."

Chittam swore softly. "You should come back with me and tell our people what you can before whatever it is gets here."

"You don't understand," the Obelisk insisted. "You need to evacuate."

"We don't evacuate the Orchard. We defend it, or we die in it. I'm happy to take you with me to a safe place where you can rest, or to let you go onward, but I have to go report this in right away so we can prepare."

-----

"So you're why our Arcane girls have been having nightmares," Salica said, checking his newly arrived guests over and applying smears of salve to the scratches and cuts they'd gained from charging heedless through the Labyrinth.

"Nightmares?" the Obelisk, a lady named Tisana, asked.

Salica nodded. "Whatever you've led here has enough of an aura to set their sense off. They've been having terrible nightmares for days."

"So let me make sure I have this right," Chittam asked from off to the side. "You don't know what it is, you just know it's hunting you, and you can feel it coming?"

"It sounds silly when you put it like that," the Fathom, named Velare, said with a flinch as Salica's treatments sank into his cuts. "But yes. My father was cursed with a haunting, and I can feel that something is tuned in on me, coming after me. My only thought has been to get away from it."

"We'll be ready," Chittam said stonily whil Salica delicately wrapped a bandage around Velare's tail. "Everyone is getting into place. Whatever it is, we'll meet it."

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

An (In) Glorius Duty AU Mini Master List

Author's note: So this is going to be my attempt at NaNoWriMo. And for more context the amazing @fangs-claws-paws wrote this post and I just had the brain worms.

Author's note 2: Anyone can play around in the sand box with this setting or any of these characters if you are curious.

The Cast of this Story Arc.

Main Character Petrico of the Imperial Fists

Secondary Main Character Lord Hecktor Orsais

Supporting Astartes Characters that show up a few times:

Cassogh – Salamander

Santinus Augustun - Blood Angel

Belest Salicas – Ultramarine

Maren Sicio - Dark Angel

Giacomo Ararte - Raven Guard

Astovuel Izmio  - White Scars

Haniel Vezar -Iron Hands

Uccello Baalus - Space Wolf

Faustad Salicrecht  - Black Templar

Ophaniel Thassald – Minitour

Nephyrun Daedaloss - Crimson Fist

Supporting Noble Characters that show up a few times:

Molenice Kravaiah Imperial Lord- Friend of Hecktor

Xavier Thainne Imperial Lord- Rival of Hecktor

Gruhnda Veltraph Imperial Lady- Friend of Hecktor

Lukael Haghuss Imperial Lady- Rival of Molenice

Pranica du Mousaal Imperial Noble - Friend of Hecktor

Arkhan Lyg Imperial Noble- Rival of Hecktor

Re'hnypsan van der Hroth- Imperial Lord Friend of Hecktor

Nyla Al Mostaafid- Imperial Lady- Rival of Hecktor

Felinda Aleukon- Imperial Lady- Friend of Hecktor

Sean Eluvitor- Imperial Lord - Rival of Hecktor

Odit Mal'koth Imperial Lord - Friend of Hecktor

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XII

Part XIV

Part XV

Part XVI

Part XVII

Part XVIII

Part XIX

Part XX

Part XXI

Part XXII

Part XXIII

Part XXIV

Part XXV

Part XXVI

Part XXVII

Part XXVIII

Part XXVIII

Part XXIX

Part XXX

Epilogue

[propalahramota]

I find it super funny how the early Valois kings were like: noooo, Edward III and his grandkids, you cannot say you're the rightful King of France! Lex Salica says no succession through a female line!

But then Francis II was totally cool claiming to be the rightful King of England by the virtue of his marriage to Mary, Queen of Scotts, whose entire claim to the English throne is through a female line.

[abatelunare]

Dalla dimora di Salica passò in quella d'Arsinoè, che non ne è lontana (Denis Diderot, I gioielli indiscreti, Firenze, Sansoni, 1966).

[foolishaetherguardian]

I wasn’t particularly feared when I first ascended to godhood. The god of the lost they called me. But that title missed something important, I protected the lost. I did not simply govern them and as a result my power was specific. The lost were sheltered so long as I stood by them.  A dead soldier’s spirit, a kind red deer, a graveyard hound with no graveyard left to defend. All forms of spirits offered themselves to help me throughout my long life.

It was one of the old timers, Zeus or Hermes I don’t remember which, who came for the nymph. I was nearby and chose to protect her. Before either her or the old god noticed me I had ripped half the assailant’s ear off and set to work on their throat. It was a tried and true method and had served me well against highwaymen and other fools. It served me well here. The god vanished quickly as I arrived, leaving only ichor that smoked and bubbled on the ground. I turned to the nymph and smiled, tongue lolling out the side of my gold stained mouth as my tail wagged. She laughed and patted the grave hound’s head. I guess that's probably why she insisted we keep grave hounds in the house. 

Millennia had passed. Many gods had changed or perished. We still lived though, a poplar tree in the center of a crypt marking the entrance to our home. I was called upon often now. Humanity always had lost in need of rescue but the stars where harsh and unforgiving. So I made use of the new forms offered to me. Dawson’s Christian joined the Dutchman and Barnham’s Pride as one of my favored forms. Jamie was good company too, good with the kids and with a nose for expensive booze. Salicae liked his cakes too. So we would often find the three of us curled around a fire in the depths of our home sipping ancient wines and sharing a cake. It was here that Dexelin, the god of smugglers and pirates, found us. I suppose in a way we were bound to be at odds. Hermes had always hated me too, another god of thieves. I invited the towering god to sit and drink with us. Perhaps come morning he would have a new view on life, and our role in it. He struck the poplar in rage, an axe sinking halfway into its trunk. Salicae screamed in pain and Jamie grabbed the kids. Two grave hounds had Dexelin by the arms before I had time to stand. One struck my dearest’s tree with a sickening crunch, the other ripped half the muscle from the fool's arm before jumping for the now unoccupied one. Mid jump another axe cut him in two. Salicae was no longer screaming but I could see her pain. “Is this it?” Dexelin asked as his arm remit itself. “The god of the lost who has caused me so much trouble has nothing but a pair of welps to defend his home?” I looked at him. I was angry. For the first time in my life I was actually angry. This wasn’t a job. I wasn’t protecting the lost. I was going to make them. “Are you prepared to die?” Jamie asked, he knew me well. 

“To die? I’m a god. I can’t die.” 

I finally moved, speaking as I did. “No. You can. All other gods can.” The true form of my power came to me instantly. It was familiar despite millennia of disuse, it had grown to recognizable so I had left it behind. A smiling skull, a simple black cloak, and a scythe. The form was mine alone. Given to me at my ascent to godhood, it was the truth of my power. I had been a farmer before I was a god. When war came to my city and thousands lay dying in my fields I reaped from them. I gave them all peace and love as they returned home be they warrior, priest, noble, commoner or king. Peace at the edge of my bronze scythe. “After all everyone is lost someday."

It has been said “A man will do great and terrible things to protect his loved ones.” You’re a retired god about to educate a young upstart god why you were so feared by the others when he came after your wife.

[forestwitchnika]

Die Erle

Andere Namen: Frau Else, Eller, Mönch, Seicherl

Schon in der griechischen Mythologie ist die Erle stark mit der Magie verknüpft: Die Töchter des Helios verwandeln sich in Trauer um ihren Vater in Erlen. Die große Zauberin Circe, ebenfalls Tochter des Helios, lebt mit ihren in Erlen verwandelten trauernden Schwestern auf der Insel Aiaia. Die Erle gilt hier also auch als Sitz der Seelen.

In der Irisch-keltischen Mythologie entsteht das erste Menschenpaar aus Bäumen: Der Mann aus einer Erle, die Frau aus einer Eberesche. Auch hier ist die Erle folglich eng mit der menschlichen Seele verbunden. Da die Kelten den Erlen große Verehrung entgegenbrachten, werden keltische Kultorte in den altbayrischen Wallfahrtsorten Erlbach, Irlach und Erlach vermutet, deren Namen alle mit der Erle verbunden sind.

Im Volksglauben galten Erlen als Bannbäume für die Seelen von Verbrechern, aber auch feenartige Wesen wie die Ellefru (Erlenfrau) wohnten in ihr. Darauf weist auch der Volksname „Frau Else“ hin. Im Brauchtum heißt es, wenn man die Axt an ihren Baum anlegt, klagt sie, schlägt man den Baum, dann blutet sie. Natürlich beruht auch der von Goethe formulierte Mythos vom Erlkönig auf der Überzeugung, der Baum sei Sitz der feenartigen Geister.

Nach dem altfränkischen Recht der Lex salica sollten vier Erlenstäbe zerbrochen und auseinandergeworfen werden, wenn ein Mitglied aus der Sippe schied. Die roten Bruchstellen des Erlenholzes symbolisierten dabei den Trennungsschmerz.

Im christlichen Mythos ist das Kreuz Christi aus Erlenholz gezimmert gewesen. Deshalb ist es vom Blute Christi rot gefärbt. In Thüringen war es bis Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts Brauch an Karfreitag Erlenzweige schweigend ins Haus zu tragen und daraus Kreuze zu fertigen. Eng damit verbunden sind magische Bräuche, nach denen die Erle Karfreitag gebrochen und geschlagen werden musste.

Der magische Baum Erle wurde auch zum Wettermachen genutzt. Wenn eine Hexe am Erlenbaum rüttelte, so konnte sie Gewitter heraufbeschwören. Ein am Karfreitag in den Boden gesteckter erlenzweig vertrieb den Mehltau und auch Maulwürfe. Auch zum Vertreiben von Spatzen und Mäusen wurden erlenzweige verwendet, die am Karfreitag gebrochen worden waren. Drei mit rotem Faden zusammengebundene erlenzweige schützen vor dem bösen Blick. Neben Hasel- und Weidenrute, war auch der Erlenreis mit der Wassersuche in der Radiästhesie verbunden.

Die Baumessenz der Schwarzerle schärft den verstand, unterstützt das Verstehen und die Erkenntnis von Zusammenhängen. Sie klärt die Wahrnehmung auf allen Ebenen. Die Essenz gibt die Kraft, unsere begrenzten psychischen Muster zu überschreiten und höheres Wissen zu erwerben.

©️Stefan Brönnle

Erle (Alnus glutinosa)

Verbreitung: Uferregionen, Gräben, Auenlandschaften

Ernte: Blätter und Rinde ab Frühjahr / Sommer

Verarbeitung: Abkochung, Auflage frischer Blätter auf das Zahnfleisch

Anwendung: In der Medizin ist die Erle weniger bekannt, wird jedoch eingesetzt um Krätze und andere Hautleiden zu lindern Besonders von Eiterflechte geplagte Haut soll gut auf eine Behandlung ansprechen. Auch Verbrennungen und Entzündungen werden mit Destillaten aus Erlenblättern oder -rinde behandelt. Weiterhin empfiehlt man sie bei Problemen mit dem Zahnfleisch. Die zerriebenen frischen Blätter lindern Zahnfleischbluten und leichte Entzündungen. Abkochungen halfen bei Beschwerden im Rachenraum. Außerdem wirken sie mild beruhigend auf entzündete Bronchien.

Mythologie und Magie: Die Kelten brachten die Erle mit dem Gott Bran in Verbindung, als Symbol der Wiederauferstehung, In dem altirischen „Lied der Waldbäume“ wird die Erle (oder Eise) als Kampfhexe bezeichnet. In der Wolfdietrichsage aus dem 13. Jahrhundert erscheint dem entsetzten Wolfdietrich nachts am Lagerfeuer die raue Else. Die Figur der Erlenfrau ist uralt und hat ihren Ursprung vermutlich bereits in der Eisenzeit. Sie ist die „blutende Mutter“, da sich ihr Saft in Verbindung mit Luft rot verfärbt. Später wurde sie aufgrund dieser Tatsache zur rothaarigen Hexe, die Irrlichter schickte, um Reisende vom rechten Weg abzubringen. Der nordischen Sage zufolge wurden die ersten Menschen aus Ulmen- oder Erlenholz (Embla / Frau) und Eschenholz (Ask / Mann) gefertigt.

Erlen wachsen in einem mystischen Zwischenreich, nicht wirklich an Land, aber auch noch nicht im Wasser und sind daher enger mit den Kleinen Leuten, den Wassermännern, Sumpfhexen, Nebel- und Moorgeistern, verbunden als viele andere Bäume. Ein Erlenbruch mag ein wenig unheimlich und düster erscheinen, vereinfacht aber gleichzeitig den Kontakt zur anderen Seite. Wer mit ihren Kräften umgehen kann, erlebt in der Erle einen machtvollen Baum, der der Weide in nichts nachsteht. Sie ist eine Verkörperung des Schwarzmondes, die dunkle Schwester der Weide. Als Schwellenbaum weiß dıe Erle um Dinge, die mit Übergängen zu tun haben und ist deren Geheimnisträger. Mit diesem Wissen um die anderen Welten, Tod und Wiedergeburt wirkt sie manchmal etwas schwermütig, verschlossen und ein wenig unnahbar. Wenn eine Erle nicht mit Ihnen reden will, seien Sie sicher, dass es zu Ihrem eigenen Schutz geschieht. Derjenige, der seine Emotionen nicht scheut und von der Erle dazu eingeladen wird, mıt ıhrer Energie zu arbeiten, könnte mit ihr gemeinsam die Grenzen des Möglichen überschreiten. Die Erlenkraft wird ihn dazu inspirieren, an seiner spirituellen Entwicklung zu arbeiten. AuRerdem steht ihm nun ein mächtiger Schutzgeist zur Seite.

Ganz besonders geeignet sind die Kräfte der Erle um Zugang zum Reich der Elementale und Naturwesen zu erhalten, mit dem Ziel, diese Welt und ihre Regeln besser zu verstehen. Wo die Weide leicht und eher mütterlich ist, ist Erlenkraft tiefgründig und eignet sich hervorragend für Frauen, die ein wenig sinnlicher und geheimnisvoller wirken wollen. Flöten um Naturgeister zu rufen sind in der Regel aus Erlenholz. Ebenso wurden viele Schutzamulette aus diesem Holz hergestellt. Das Holz von Erlen ist stark wasserresistent (Venedig wurde auf dem Holz von Erlen erbaut) und wird aufgrund des „Anlaufens“ oft für Zauberstäbe benutzt, mit denen Menstruationsrituale oder Dunkelmond-Anrufungen vollzogen werden.

Aus: Der grüne Hain

[posorjaaldia]

Trabajadores españoles denuncian complicidad tras ataqué armado a bus vía Data-Posorja.

El pasado 31 de julio se dio a conocer via Posorja Al Día un ataqué armando a un bus tipo expreso de la empresa Salica del Ecuador S.A donde al menos 40 trabajadores fueron atacados. Hoy conocemos más detalles

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En nuevas versiones oficiales de la Policía Nacional se dieron a conocer datos públicos del ataque armado a un bus tipo expreso. Este hecho ocurrido el pasado 31 de julio de 2024, cerca del redondel vía Data de Posorja mientras salían de las instalaciones en la que reparaban un buque de la empresa del grupo Albacora (Salica del Ecuador) y se trasladaban a un hotel en Playas de Villamil.

Los afectados pertenecerían a trabajadores españoles, la mayoría originarios de Galicia.

Estamos todos bien, hemos tenido mucha suerte. Todavía tenemos el susto en el cuerpo, pero ahora lo único que queremos es volver a España

Palabras de unos de los trabajadores a la agencia internacional EFE.

Pistas del atacante, ninguna

En declaraciones a la prensa, el jefe de la Policía en el Distrito Progreso, Mauricio Lenín Santamaría, mencionó:

Este hecho ocurrió en el redondel de la vía Data-Posorja, en Guayaquil, una zona que no cuenta con luminarias y se ha vuelto insegura.

El jefe de la Policía mencionó que el ataque fue perpetrado por una persona de sexo masculino que se movilizaba en una motocicleta, aunque versiones en medios españoles contrasta la información dada por la Policía Nacional. Medio Español indican que al menos eran seis atacantes y el bus donde se transportaban habría recibido al menos 20 impactos de bala.

Así mismo añadió que hasta el momento no existen pistas que puedan identificar al atacante y que tampoco han presentado una denuncia los propietarios del transporte ni la empresa afectada.

Denuncian complicidad de guardias

Por medio de la agencia EFE se dio a conocer que dicho ataque armado habría ocurrido horas tempranas de la noche cerca de las 19:00. Adicionalmente, los empleados habrían denunciado que los custodios de seguridad habrían vendido información de ellos a los asaltantes.

Tras la denuncia, mencionaron tener "miedo a un nuevo intento de ataqué armado" incluso en el hotel donde ellos se encuentran.

[scienza-magia]

La magia nei regni romano barbarici

Non è facile tracciare un quadro della stregoneria alto medievale per il semplice fatto che la nostra visione è fortemente condizionata dall’idea moderna di strega. Tuttavia la legislazione che permetterà la caccia alle streghe ha un’ampia serie di precedenti i quali non tutti mostrano una linea di continuità. Addirittura nelle legislazioni alto medievali troviamo diverse norme che sembrano andare nella direzione opposta. Il risultato di questi molteplici incroci fra tradizioni differenti condurrà la nozione moderna di stregoneria che ha alla base l’idea di un patto col diavolo o almeno di un intervento diabolico. Ma per l’età romano barbarica ci confrontiamo con un complesso di informazioni che riguardano incantesimi mortali, magia tempestaria, residui di culti pagani, donne e uomini dotati di certi poteri sugli oggetti la natura e gli esseri umani. Dobbiamo dire che non tutte queste tracce sono facili da decifrare e da porre in relazione a un contesto culturale a noi noto. Durante i secoli alto medievali molti regni si diedero codici scritti che generalmente riunivano l’enorme dei loro diritti consuetudinari. In questi codici è comune trovare norme che condannano le pratiche di magia e i maleficia , ma se ne trovano anche altre in cui a essere censurate sono le credenze nell’effettivo potere di tali pratiche così come vengono condannati coloro che accusano qualcuno di essere una strega o uno stregone. Queste norme hanno indotto a credere che il cristianesimo e le legislazioni alto medioevali avessero una considerazione più blanda una maggiore tolleranza ed anche una certa incredulità nei confronti di tali pratiche. Nella Legge Salica compilata verso la prima metà del VI secolo il capitolo dei maleficis comprende coloro che somministrano una porzione d’erbe a qualcuno affinché muoia nonché chi commette un maleficio genericamente o con legature e chi somministra a una donna una pozione a base d’erbe affinché abortisca. Questi crimini sono puniti con il pagamento in solidi. In questi testi non sembrano esservi dubbi circa la convinzione del legislatore realtà e l’efficacia delle pratiche in questione. Inoltre torna la parificazione tra l’avvelenatore e il malefico come esiste anche nella tradizione biblica e in quella romana antica. In un altro passo della Legge Salica sta scritto che se qualcuno chiama una donna strega e non può provarlo sia giudicato colpevole e debba pagare 187 solidi e mezzo. Anche in questo caso è evidente che il legislatore ritiene reale la possibilità che una donna sia una strega distinguendo solo se si tratta di una maldicenza o se la donna in questione lo è davvero. Le leggi dei Visigoti e dei Burgundi pure databili al VI secolo sono fortemente debitrici rispetto al codice teodosiano. I legislatori del re visigoto Chindasvindo scrivono che se un libero o uno schiavo preparano e danno a qualcuno la pozione avvelenata uccidendolo la pena sarà la morte. Se invece la vittima scampa alla morte il colpevole sarà rimesso alla potestà della vittima. Il paragrafo ne precede immediatamente un altro dedicato ai malefici la cui opera viene punita con la flagellazione. Il collegamento tra veneficia e maleficia per mezzi magici è dunque qui riprodotto. le leggi dei Burgundi sono ancora più esplicite. Nel paragrafo sul divorzio leggiamo infatti che tre sono le cause che possono giustificare il ripudio del coniuge : dimostrare che questo sia un omicida un violatore di sepolcri un malefico /venefico. Il paragrafo riprende quasi integralmente il codice teodosiano a proposito dei ripudi. Di ambito franco è influenzato dalla Legge Salica ma databile alla metà del VII secolo e invece la legge paria Rituapa nella quale si legge : “Se un uomo o una donna attraverso il veleno o un altro maleficio danneggia qualcuno componga il danno con il guidrigildo“. Anche in questo caso non vi è alcun dubbio circa la realtà dei poteri paralleli di venefici e malefici. Le legge dei Longobardi con l’editto di Rotari del 643 offrono una testimonianza di grande importanza in quanto attestano per la prima volta il termine masca quale sinonimo di strega. Il termine attestato su fonti successive anche come talamasca indica in origine una creatura mascherata e potrebbe istituire un collegamento tra la stregoneria e le antiche pratiche rituali germaniche legate al mondo dei morti evocati appunto dalle maschere. Tale tradizione si manterrà nei secoli successivi. Significativamente il termine latino larva che vuol dire appunto maschera verrà pure utilizzato quale sinonimo di strega ma si identifica innanzitutto con gli spiriti dei morti della religione romana considerati come una specie di vampiri ossia anime che non riescono a trovare riposo a causa della loro morte violenta. Secondo la credenza popolare tornavano sulla terra a perseguitare i vivi perseguitando le persone fino a portarle alla pazzia. Per tenere lontano questi spiriti erano state istituite delle feste chiamate Lemuria . La tradizione voleva che a istituire tali festività fosse stato Romolo per placare lo spirito del fratello Remo da lui ucciso. Tornando all’editto di Rotari sembra evidente che al legislator e non interessa stabilire tanto la veridicità della credenza nelle streghe quanto piuttosto difendere la proprietà del liberi longobardi visto che l’articolo stabilisce il divieto di uccidere donne che appartengono a qualcuno. Difficile quindi stabilire quale sia l’atteggiamento di fondo nei confronti del fenomeno anche se la credenza nelle streghe era diffusa tra i Longobardi. passiamo poi alla legge degli Alamanni databile alla prima metà dell’ VIII secolo che sembra volesse soprattutto preservare le donne dal rischio di diffamazione e di violenza che derivava dall’essere associate a certi diritti. Sebbene come detto la preoccupazione del legislatore sembri legata alla diffamazione il definire tali attività come crimini dice che non se ne sottovalutava la realtà. Allo stesso modo anche la gente comune credeva nell’esistenza di tali crimini. Prof. Giovanni Pellegrino Read the full article

[the-firebird69]

2008 G6 GXP Quick Tour/Overview

- This is actually Dave and he does a good job and it's tough job it's a hard job to do then the max say it's for us too didn't workout for them last time yet they wanna go ahead with it and we're all for it it's a coupe it's nice he doesn't need a 4 door it cost too much in gas and this thing can move out the top speed is pretty fast with AV6 too it still goes A180 miles an hour it's too fast and we'd have a limiter. They did sell them with limiters on them. We know which one it is it is not this one and there is a black one. George Washington starts out with a black horse. One might be the Pontiac and that one is our sons as well and they trade off the color but not the Horse. There's other things going on but this is very important and he looked up the price and he found prices from 3500 to around$12,000. It really matters on the condition and the mileage this one he says he had 25,000 miles it's in great shape but he modified it so it's probably about $10,000 that's what happens he touched the brake calipers and structural things except he could probably get 15 to 20 thousand dollars. But that's in certain neighborhoods in areas this thing really moves out he's got new tires and rims and he's done something to the motor and it's not major and a little to the exhaust and it goes over 200. And he said I don't think I've been that fast with it but he has. These things really move I mean this car is fast for a regular coupe the Salica was going 140 and that was very fast but this in the supra can go 190 this is faster than that and it's AV 6 it does have AV8 version no but but it's fast enough. We are looking for approval for the car and we hear Jack Black and they're trying to make it they wanted to design it and they put some time into it not much and BG has started carving no he says it's an artist thing and he wants to wait and see if the art is gonna compel him to do it. And there are certain things that he does note and he says I've seen Jack Sparrow think three times and since we talked about the car and he says 0 and one of them You're a drink you're drinking some girls beer in your beer can and it's the same kind of beer. Well those are signs. It's the females beer and I'm gonna get to it he says and the other one was obscure it was like Kylo Ren who looked like Jack Sparrow but put the Kylo Ren mask on and he says ohh that's weird and he gets that kind of stuff. It might be his guys telling him. One of them looked like Tommy F. Says that's true the other one was a trumpster so he's saying ohh OK and there's more signs that have been happening but they wanna try and get the design but they need that as a backup but if this went forward it would cover up getting the design and it would cover up them trying for it. And he's interested so he's going to go ahead and try and make the wooden one and keep it kind of private and it's going forwards. We have more to announce in a moment.

Thor Freya

Olympus

I can't live with a sewer who says he'll drain anyways but it's still a pain cause it's gonna ruin the septic I probably should try and dig it out

stan

Olympus

I might go dig it out from the town this is such a pain ohh really where's the knucklehead bread brad and it wasn't Brad it was Dave with the helmet on

mac daddy

I might just do that it's such a pain in the **** it doesn't require much work it just dig it out and then you put sod down but we put the same sod I can scrape it out one scrape one scoop and it put the sod back and it's done

dave

That would be nice why don't you put your helmet on.

turmp

I might do that

dan

I have no spare money to buy a car and I have no reason to and I have no gas money if I had a job i'd have it for a day 'cause you guys are just raring to go so here I sit.

Zues Hera

We need the code now and he needs a way to do it and he doesn't have it and you're gonna drive him around and spend gas and we have to do that nobody wants to fund our mission'cause we wanna go W and beat each other to death first perioddan

So you know the planbja

I was hoping that this might work we need to do this too though at the same time we're screwing each other.

dave

We're gonna try and do thatbja

And why don't you try for Christ's sakemac daddy

Yeah we see ittrump

[m2024a]

https://notizieoggi2023.blogspot.com/2024/03/chi-e-vittoria-di-savoia-figlia-di.html Chi è Vittoria di Savoia, figlia di Emanuele Filiberto ed erede senza trono Dopo la scomparsa di Vittorio Emanuele, mancato a 86 anni a inizio febbraio 2024, la dinastia dei Savoia punta sempre di più sulla nipote Vittoria. Stiamo parlando della primogenita di Emanuele Filiberto e Clotilde Courau, che hanno anche una figlia più piccola, Luisa. Le due sorelle sono molto legate tra loro. A designare Vittoria di Savoia erede del casato è stato proprio suo nonno nel 2020, quando ha abolito la legge salica che, per il trono, dava la precedenza ai maschi della famiglia reale. Chiaramente dal 1946 la monarchia non esiste più in Italia e quindi si parla di un trono in realtà assente, come ha sottolineato la stessa Vittoria di Savoia alla rivista spagnola ‘Yo dona’ che le ha dedicato il servizio di copertina. Corona Quando è stato chiesto alla principessa, pronipote dell’ultimo re d’Italia, Umberto II, se pensa che potrà mai tornare la Corona nello Stivale, lei – come ha già fatto in passato suo padre Emanuele Filiberto – ha negato qualsiasi possibilità. “Certo che no”, ha risposto Vittoria di Savoia. Il padre ha fatto sapere che formalmente abdicherà in favore della figlia. Dunque, quando toccherà a Vittoria prendere in mano, anche ufficialmente, le redini del casato, la principessa dovrà impegnarsi sempre di più nelle attività di beneficenza – che l’hanno vista in prima linea, in tempi recenti, in un viaggio umanitario con la Croce Rossa, con cui è giunta ai confini dell’Ucraina, per portare aiuti alle popolazioni colpite dalla guerra – e, in generale, nella rappresentanza della dinastia sabauda. I Savoia La famiglia reale dei Savoia ha avuto un breve regno nella Penisola mediterranea, durato solo dal 1861 al 1946. Poco più di ottant’anni segnati da due guerre mondiali e dall'ascesa e il declino del fascismo, e tre re: - Vittorio Emanuele II - Vittorio Emanuele III - Umberto II Si ricorda spesso anche la figura di Maria José, che è nata come principessa del Belgio e poi è diventata consorte di Umberto di Savoia, una donna forte e colta, ostile al regime fascista e contro la Germania nazista. Lei e Umberto, oltre a Vittorio Emanuele, nonno di Vittoria, hanno avuto due figlie, Maria Gabriella e Maria Pia. Arte, recitazione e moda Attualmente la giovane – nome completo, Vittoria Cristina Adelaide Chiara Maria di Savoia – nata nel dicembre 2003, sta studiando a Parigi arte e imprenditoria. In precedenza ha vissuto anche in Inghilterra. Nella capitale francese, inoltre, Vittoria segue lezioni di recitazione, un percorso che la avvicina alla madre, Clotilde Courau, attrice. Tra i suoi sogni, oltre a dedicarsi a questa passione facendola diventare un vero e proprio mestiere, c’è quello di aprire una propria galleria d’arte. Vittoria è anche un’icona di stile e, tra passerelle e ospitate, frequenta assiduamente le sfilate internazionali. Ha già fatto la modella per diverse maison. Generazione Z Nell’intervista a ‘Yo dona’ Vittoria ha parlato anche della sua generazione, i cosiddetti Zeta, i ragazzi nati tra il 1996 e il 2010. La principessa di casa Savoia ha detto che vuole credere che lei e i suoi coetanei Z siano forti e che lavoreranno tutti insieme per la creazione di un mondo migliore. Come tutti i giovani di oggi, anche Vittoria di Savoia usa e conosce i social, dove riscuote molti consensi. Secondo lei le piattaforme digitali interattive sono strumenti di creatività e di espressione di sé, tuttavia occorre stare attenti a non farsi influenzare troppo, cercando di rimanere autentici. Di sé, inoltre, Vittoria ha detto di aver necessità di imparare e sperimentare sempre cose nuove, è molto curiosa, ama ascoltare musica e ballare. Apprezza molto la lealtà, non sopporta l’arroganza. L’Italia Anche se è nata e cresciuta in Svizzera e continua a trascorrere molto tempo oltralpe, Vittoria di Savoia continua a mantenere un legame speciale con l’Italia, che considera casa al pari degli altri posti dove ha vissuto per anni. Lo ha sottolineato anche nell’intervista a ‘Yo dona’. La sua famiglia ha una dimora in Umbria. A legarla al nostro Paese sono anche la cultura, l’arte, la gastronomia. Inoltre il suo affetto per l’Italia deriva anche da importanti prime volte: “Lì ho imparato a camminare. Sempre lì ho nuotato da sola per la prima volta”.

[rpking99]

Weiss soon pulled back, letting out a series of slutty moans as she slapped her tongue and face with the big dick. Smearing salica and precum all over her beautiful face

"Yes~! Daddy's big bad Faunus fuckmeat tastes so good~! So much better than a pathetic human dick~!" Weiss moaned sluttily before swallowing him back down

All In: Betting It All, Loosing It All

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Continued from here

Leo smirked as he watched the cards be flipped over on the table, his face otherwise an inscrutable mask. Ruby had already been knocked out, leaving just himself, Blake, Yang, and Weiss. Each hand was good, better than the last... until it came to him.

"Sorry ladies... But..." He turned over his cards, revealing his hand. Using the hole cards, he had a straight flush of spades, four to eight. The high hand on the table. He chuckled softly as he looked from woman to woman, steepling his fingers as he rests his elbows on the table. "So... The game is mine. As are you..."

"Oh no! That's.... Damn it!" Weiss called in a fake anger, sitting back in her chair

"Well... The final loss. Crap. My shuffling sucked." Yang said nonchalantly with a shrug, her clothing barley hiding anything

"Maybe it was stupid to go all in when we still had so much left." Blake hummed in 'though', her eyes roaming over Leo for a moment

"You win Leo.... Team RWBY belongs to you, Master." Ruby nodded in defeat

[quis-on-flightrising]

1, 7, 13, 42 for FR lore questions (sent from my main, I'm bananaquit-fr)

a character loved by their community Everyone loves and appreciates Salica, the clan's main healer. How could they not? He patches up every wild injury the clan's fighters can drag themselves home with and never complains. Some healers grow jaded with time, but this boy is a perpetual sweetheart who's always doing his best.

7. someone who loves their job This fits most of my clan's dragons, but I'm going to scream Topaz's name from the rooftops here. My terrifying fighter girl, she's a combat mage, she's a swordswoman, she's a brawler, she's everything. No undead is safe when Topaz is around. My beautiful girl, granddaughter of my progens, via the lore lair of my partner who owns one of the progen kids. Just a great dragon.

13. a one-sided friendship Kemena, towards Ember. Ember is the resident Imperial expert, keeping an eye on the health of the clan's Imps to make sure nobody is showing signs of getting too filled with magic and becoming any kind of monstrosity. This makes him perpetually stressed and kind of dour, especially towards others of his own kind. Kemena, meanwhile, is a joyous creature, full of life and vitality, good humor and laughter. She just refuses to take Ember seriously. Oh, sure, she submits to the health exams, she answers his questions and lets him test her blood and all that. But she just does not let the idea of her species being under a dark cloud get her down. She feels friendly towards Ember and pities him a little, whereas he just thinks she's a troublemaker.

42. how your clan sees their flight/deity Wild Orchard is extremellly pro-Glademom, pro-Nature element. For the longest time there was only one Plague dragon in the clan, and that with a great deal of emotion and drama for how unusual it was. There are two or three now but that's mostly because nobody was going to side-eye the legendary undead fighter Drusilla when she left Oakrest.