#seeing the world populated with a few such characters? including one of our companions?

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I love Taash's outlandish ideas about the Crows. Each question they ask Lucanis about them is more ridiculous than the last. And when they ask him whether there are any non-binary Crows... I thought, that's it. I'm going to make a non-binary Crow Rook to romance them.

[conundrumoftime]

Galadriel, H. Rider Haggard and evil spirits of the fountain

One thing that really interests me about LOTR Galadriel: she’s definitely not evil, but Tolkien models her on fictional magical women who definitely were. So this is me talking in more detail about that, with reference to evil magic women we know he read about (in H. Rider Haggard’s novels) and evil magic women he wrote about (in ‘The Lay of Aotrou and Itroun').

First: H. Rider Haggard. 

We know Tolkien read and enjoyed Haggard’s novels as a boy, and he mentioned She (1887) in a 1967 interview as “interest[ing] me as much as anything”. He also read King Solomon’s Mines (1885), and probably a few of the others; there’s numerous sequels to both of those (and one novel where Ayesha from She meets Allan Quatermain of King Solomon’s Mines). Haggard also co-wrote a sequel to the Odyssey with Andrew Lang (The World’s Desire, 1890), and given that Tolkien  admired Lang’s work on fairy-tales and owned Lang’s translation of the Odyssey, I can’t believe he’d have missed that one.

Haggard’s novels feature a number of mysterious, evil- or evil-adjacent, powerful, immortal, seductive enchantresses, of which Ayesha in She is probably the best-known. Ayesha - ‘She-who-must-be-obeyed’ - is an immortal sorceress who has ruled an ancient hidden African kingdom for several thousand years.* She is powerful, hypnotically beautiful, and the owner of a stone basin of water in which she can see visions of the future.

Ayesha is also a villain, although she’s not entirely unsympathetic and the narrator does explicitly defend her (albeit in a passage including the words “Putting aside the question of the murder…”).  She keeps a population of slaves she’s bred to her own specifications, she kills someone very soon after we meet her, and her plan in the novel is to go to England and overthrow Queen Victoria. The narrator describes what he sees happening after that: 

“What her powers were I knew, and I could not doubt but that she would exercise them to the full. It might be possible to control her for a while, but her proud ambitious spirit would be certain to break loose and avenge itself for the long centuries of its solitude. She would, if necessary, and if the unaided power of her beauty did not prove equal to the occasion, blast her way to an end she set before her, and, as she could not die, and for aught I knew could not even be killed, what was there to stop her? In the end she would, I had little doubt, assume absolute rule over the British dominions, and probably over the whole earth, that she would speedily make ours the most glorious and prosperous empire that the world had ever seen, it would be at the cost of a terrible sacrifice of life.”

So the most obvious comparison between Galadriel and Ayesha here is to the brief vision we get in LOTR of what Galadriel would be like if she took the One Ring from Frodo: ‘all shall love me and despair!’ And this is also the first time I saw this comparison (in Scull and Hammond’s companion to LOTR referencing John Rateliff):

“[Galadriel] lifted up her hand and from the Ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded ... and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white.”

and Ayesha:

She began slowly to stroke her abundant hair, then her breast and body. Wherever her fingers passed the mystic light was born, until ... she shimmered from head to foot like the water of the phosphorescent sea, a being glorious yet fearful to behold. Then she waved her hand, and save for the gentle radiance on her brow, became as she had been.

This is interesting enough by itself, to me: that Galadriel-with-the-Ring is evocative (purposefully or otherwise) of a character like Ayesha. But I think it goes further than that, because even Galadriel-without-the-Ring has some very strong similarities to her. 

This, for example, is how we’re introduced to Ayesha:

I felt the gaze of the watching being sinking through and through me, filling me with a nameless terror, till the perspiration stood in beads up on by brow. […] “Ah, stranger,” she answered, with a laugh that sounded like distant silver bells, “thou wast afraid because mine eyes were searching out thine heart…” […] "Sit," said She, pointing to the couch. " As yet thou hast no cause to fear me. If thou hast cause, thou shalt not fear for long, for I shall slay thee. Therefore let thy heart be light."

And compare to the Fellowship first meeting Galadriel:

“But this I will say to you: your Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the nun of all. Yet hope remains while all the Company is true?' And with that word she held them with her eyes, and in silence looked searchingly at each of them in turn. None save Legolas and Aragorn could long endure her glance. Sam quickly blushed and hung his head. At length the Lady Galadriel released them from her eyes, and she smiled. “Do not let your hearts be troubled,” she said. “Tonight you shall sleep in peace.”

(Galadriel later describes this to Frodo as “my testing of your heart at our first meeting.”)

Ayesha has a stone basin filled with water in which she can see visions of past and future: 

"Then gaze upon that water," and she pointed to the font-like vessel, and then, bending forward, held her hand over it. I rose and gazed, and instantly the water darkened. Then it cleared, and I saw as distinctly as I ever saw anything in my life-I saw, I say, our boat upon that horrible canal. There was Leo lying at the bottom asleep in it, with a coat thrown over him to keep off the mosquitoes, in such a fashion as to hide his face, and myself, Job, and Mahomed towing on the bank. I started back aghast, and cried out that it was magic, for I recognised the whole scene—it was one which had actually occurred. "Nay, nay; O Holly," she answered, " it is no magic, that is a dream of ignorance. There is no such thing as magic, though there is such a thing as a knowledge of the secrets of Nature. This water is my glass; in it I see what passes if I will to summon up the pictures”

Compare to Galadriel’s Mirror:

“And you?” she said, turning to Sam. “For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy.” […] As if a dark veil had been withdrawn, the Mirror grew grey, and then clear. There was sun shining, and the branches of trees were waving and tossing in the wind. But before Sam could make up his mind what it was that he saw, the light faded; and now he thought he saw Frodo with a pale face lying fast asleep under a great dark cliff.

Ayesha has the power to compel men to fall in love with her so intensely that they only want to kneel at her feet and do their bidding; it’s ambiguous whether this is intentional on her part or not, although she definitely enjoys it:

“I could bear it no longer. I am but a man, and she was more than a woman. Heaven knows what she was-I do not! But then and there I fell upon my knees before her, and told her in a sad mixture of languages-for such moments confuse the thoughts-that I worshipped her as never woman was worshipped, and that I would give my immortal soul to marry her, which at that time I certainly would have done, and so, indeed, would any other man, or all the race of men rolled into one. For a moment she looked a little surprised, and then she began to laugh, and clap her hands in glee. "Oh, so soon, O Holly!" she said. " I wondered how many minutes it would need to bring thee to thy knees. I have not seen a man kneel before me for so many days, and believe me, to a woman's heart the sight is sweet”

And multiple characters fall in love with Galadriel. Sam waxes lyrical about her to Faramir (“You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardening's my job at home, sir […] so I can't tell you what I mean. It ought to be sung.”) Gimli most memorably though: in telling her ‘the Lady Galadriel is above all jewels that lie beneath the earth’, in asking for three strands of her hair as a gift, a little later threatening Eomer for talking about her poorly (‘you speak evil of that which is fair beyond reach of your thought, and only little wit shall excuse you’), and then hanging his head when he thinks she’s sent messages to Legolas and Aragorn but not to him. It’s maybe not ‘romantic’ in the contemporary fandom discourse “how can you ‘ship’ that it’s not romantic!” sense of the word, but it’s a deep, powerful admiration to the point of quasi-worship.

Ayesha isn’t the only one of Haggard’s women to have such an effect. This is Meriamun from Haggard and Lang’s The World’s Desire seductively deceives Odysseus by using dark magic to take the form of Helen of Troy; he ‘knew nothing any more […] and where she went he followed, as men follow beauty in a dream’; Cleopatra in Cleopatra seduces her would-be assassin. 

Admittedly, this isn’t always associated with evil. Yva in ‘When The World Shook’ who is ancient and mysterious but good:

Yet with all this there was nothing elfish about her, nothing uncanny. She was always kind, and, as we could feel, innately good and gentle-hearted, just a woman made half-divine by gifts and experience that others lack. She did not even make use of her wondrous beauty to madden men, as she might well have done had she been so minded. It is true that both Bastin and Bickley fell in love with her, but that was only because a with whom she had to do must love her…

So back to Galadriel, who is very much elfish and uncanny but is otherwise not presented as a danger to Sam or to Gimli. Is she therefore more in this category, of ‘ancient and powerful but in a harmless and benevolently’? 

I’d say, not really. Even leaving aside her ‘all shall love me and despair’ moment, or her ability to ‘test the hearts’ of the Fellowship (Sam, later: “I felt as if I hadn’t got nothing on, and I didn’t like it”), we get other characters’ perspectives on both Galadriel and Lothlorien that aren’t so favourable. 

Gríma Wormtongue calls her the “Sorceress of the Golden Wood”, a place where “webs of deceit were ever woven”. He of course works for Saruman, who has other reasons for turning people against Galadriel; but it’s clear he hasn’t just made this up out of thin air, either. Eomer when he meets Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli, and hears they’ve come through Lothlórien, is shocked:

‘Then there is a Lady in the Golden Wood, as old tales tell!’  he said, ‘Few escape her nets, they say. These are strange days! But if you have her favour, then you also are net-weavers and sorcerers, maybe’.

Gimli immediately threatening to cut him down with an axe for speaking ill of her probably didn’t do a great deal to shift the impression of some kind of sorcery going on in there. And, in one quite chilling line, he also remarks on how the world is “all grown strange” when “Elf and Dwarf in company walk in our daily fields; and folk speak with the Lady of the Wood and yet live.”

Faramir has also heard of Galadriel, and while he puts the suspicion of the Rohirrim down to their having little knowledge of the elves, he’s still wary himself; he calls Galadriel the ‘Mistress of Magic who dwells in the Golden Wood’, says that ‘ever and anon one [of the people of Gondor] will go in secret to Lórien, seldom to return,’ and in response to Sam’s description of Galadriel, describes her as ‘perilously fair’. (In an earlier draft of this chapter, he also tells Sam: ''I think you are right... though some would say the White Lady had enchanted you.')

It is never quite explained what happens to the people who go to Lothlorien and don’t return, or why Eomer is surprised that anyone survives talking to Galadriel. But it isn’t really dismissed either - as Sam says, ‘perhaps you could call her perilous, because she's so strong in herself. You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock…’

Tolkien uses ‘perilous’ outside LOTR to describe the land of faerie; this is ‘perilous’ in the sense of the ‘Chapel Perilous’ in Morte d’Arthur and the equivalent place in Gawain and the Green Knight, a place that isn’t just dangerous but dangerous in the sense of being unearthly and supernatural and trying to test you. I have a whole lot of other thoughts about Lothlorien and its rulers and Gawain and the medieval idea of seduction tests but no room for it here so, another time!

Anyway: Tolkien also uses another fairy-story archetype in The Lay of Aotrou and Itroun, written before LOTR (and therefore before Galadriel existed - she & Celeborn were created for LOTR and then retrofitted back into the First and Second Age stories). This is a corrigan, a spirit of fountains and rivers in the form of a beautiful woman with long hair, who will try to seduce men and then kill them:

He saw her then, on silver chair before her cavern, pale her hair slow was her smile, and white her hand  beckoning in Broceliande. The moonlight falling clear and cold her long hair lit; through comb of gold she drew each lock, and down it fell like the fountain falling in the dell. He heard her voice, and it was cold as echo from the world of old,  ere fire was found or iron hewn, when young was mountain under moon. 

This particular corrigan makes a deal with a mortal man to grant him and his wife fertility, a cure she provides in the form of a phial filled with water:

A witch there was, who webs could weave to snare the heart and wits to reave, who span dark spells with spider-craft, and as she span she softly laughed […] Few words he needed; for her eyes were dark and piercing, filled with lies yet needle-keen all lies to probe. He shuddered in his sable robe. His name she knew, his need, his thought, the hunger that thither him had brought; while yet he spoke she laughed aloud, and rose and nodded; head she bowed, and stooped into her darkening cave, like ghost returning to the grave. Thence swift she came. In his hand she laid a phial of glass so fairly made ’twas wonder in that houseless place to see its cold and gleaming grace; and therewithin a philter lay  as pale as water thin and grey…

Verlyn Flieger compares this figure to Galadriel, and there are so many similarities: the long hair, the eyes that can see a mortal’s thoughts, the ancient-ness of the mysterious figure, the gift of a phial, the association with water (in early LOTR drafts Galadriel has the ring of earth, but later it became Nenya the ring of water). Flieger also compares her to Shelob; but even the Shelob mentions I think (webs and spiders) are reminiscent of Gríma’s description of Lothlorien as a place where ‘webs of deceit’ are woven. 

Again there’s an element of deliberate seduction in this tale, with the  corrigan telling Aotrou ‘Forget thy wife; for thou shalt wed / anew with me’, and promising him ‘bliss more deep than mortals feel’. Haggard’s heroines do this too, more or less explicitly; but Galadriel’s temptations aren’t presented as sexual ones. (Although, see above on Thoughts For Another Post on Gawain and seduction tests.) 

So that’s one difference. Still, that’s also a lot of similarities. Galadriel isn’t evil, and the reader isn’t supposed to think she’s evil, and yet, here she is looking like and acting like and having all the genre associations of a ‘Sorceress of the Golden Wood’. It’s unsettling; there’s no clear resolution; she’s good, yes, but you can’t ever be quite sure what to make of her. 

The degree to which Tolkien was deliberately associating Galadriel with evil (or, at least, dangerous and ambiguous) female characters is impossible to tell but also not really the point that interests me: what’s more fascinating is the effect this has. But I do wonder if this is why he was never quite content with where she fitted in and was constantly revising her story, where she fits in to the rebellion of the Noldor, why she doesn’t return to Valinor, what the ‘test’ is she passes and why; because he couldn’t quite work her out either. 

And I think all of this makes for a much more interesting character than if he ever had succeeded in working her out. 

[pixelgrotto]

Saltmarsh stories

One more Dungeons & Dragons campaign comes to completion! For over a year and a half, I’ve been running Ghosts of Saltmarsh for my girlfriend and her best friend, and the pair of them finally finished last Saturday after 23 sessions and nearly 100 hours of playtime. We started playing in person December 2019 and had to move online in March due to COVID, and eventually my gf’s best friend moved out of town and then out of the country. But in spite of global transitions and pandemics, we still surmounted the odds and finished without missing a single month.

Since Ghosts of Saltmarsh was my gf’s introduction to D&D (minus a few games she played as a child), it took up quite a bit of space in my crusty Dungeon Master mental cave of planning. Luckily, I found it to be a very enjoyable campaign to run, mostly because as an anthology of classic adventures, it lacks the overly convoluted storyline that plagues a lot of other D&D fifth edition campaigns I’ve either played through or DMed, like Tomb of Annihilation, Out of the Abyss and Waterdeep: Dragon Heist. 

Ghosts of Saltmarsh contains eight adventures united by their seaside themes. Three of them are updated versions of the classic U1-U3 Saltmarsh modules, which were among the first British D&D products produced from 1981 to ‘83. These three tales revolve around the players befriending local villagers and helping a lizardfolk tribe fight off invading sauhaugin, and they’re good, mostly as an example of early D&D material that required players to treat so-called “monstrous races” with diplomacy rather than violence. The other adventures are from old issues of Dungeon magazine, and run the gamut from a decent lighthouse dungeon crawl (Isle of the Abbey, from Dungeon #34) to a nifty survival horror-style ship romp (Salvage Operation, from Dungeon #123). Additionally, Ghosts of Saltmarsh contains rules for ship battles, which are good enough considering that D&D isn’t a naval combat simulator, and the book also devotes its first chapter to describing a great new version of the town of Saltmarsh to serve as a central hub. 

I think Ghosts of Saltmarsh’s anthology format is my preferred style of D&D hardcover book at this point. Just give me a main town that I can detail and populate with my own NPCs, a bunch of adventures taking place around the vicinity that I can hack as necessary for my players, and I’m good. This format is also reflective of D&D’s early roots, where campaigns weren’t 250-page books with save-the-world plots, but short modules focused on building clout in a certain region and establishing a base. I think it’s also a very newbie-friendly format, since beginning players can really become invested in one central location and the people residing in it.

Since I was only running this game for two people, I had plenty of time to help the girls grow attached to Saltmarsh and its denizens. These consisted of several faces from my other games, including the very first D&D character I played as - a ranger who settled down in Saltmarsh as the head of the city guard and served as mentor for the next generation of adventurers. Other NPCs evolved depending on what I thought might make my gf and her friend laugh. For instance, Oceanus the sea elf, a Saltmarsh mascot since the '80s, started out as a surfer bro but eventually morphed into a douchebag/dingbat a la Schmidt from New Girl, which I started watching with my gf sometime over the course of 2020. And Captain Xendros, the tiefling owner of the local magic item store, was only supposed to be a minor shopkeeper until her sassy banter stole everyone’s heart, winning her a place as a major character by the end of the game.

I also gave the girls their very own house to decorate and return to in between missions, which was another fun ode to the older D&D roots that Ghosts of Saltmarsh embraces, but also a chance to insert Animal Crossing-style interior decoration into our campaign. My girlfriend clocked a staggering 300+ hours into Animal Crossing: New Horizons at the start of the pandemic, and seeing her and her friend derive great pleasure from using Roll20′s wonky drawing tools to sketch out every room of the house (and create a shrine in the bathroom with random bits of gold on the floor, no less) was stellar. 

Aside from a house, the gals also received two animal companions - a pseudodragon and a shadow mastiff. The pseudodragon appears as a familiar that can be found after Ghosts of Saltmarsh’s first adventure, The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh, but the shadow mastiff was an inclusion of my own because my girlfriend really wanted a dog for the longest time, and I figured I would give her one in-game before we got one in real life. (Yup, we now have one in real life.) Generally, I’m a huge fan of injecting a little Pokémon into my games with animal buddies, but in this case the pets also served as valuable fighting companions that helped balance Ghosts of Saltmarsh’s combat encounters, which are meant for four people.

On the topic of inclusions, I stuck a bit closer to the content in Ghosts of Saltmarsh than I usually do when running a campaign based on an official D&D hardcover, probably because the book in question was just more usable this time around. The final split was maybe 60% book material and 40% my own stuff. The end of the campaign was nearly all me, since I couldn’t quite formulate a way to include the final two adventures in the book, Tammeraut's Fate and The Styes. So instead, I gutted them for concepts and created an overarching story that tied Saltmarsh’s threats to H.P. Lovecraft’s Esoteric Order of Dagon. There’s a ton of Lovecraft influence in The Styes, after all, and Dagon was included as a demon lord in third and fourth edition D&D, not to mention Pathfinder. I drew inspiration from all of those versions, along with the stats included in Sandy Peterson’s Cthulhu Mythos book for fifth edition. 

Ultimately, it all made for an entertaining story that scaled mightily. At level 2, Thea the tiefling rogue (played by my gf) and Zora the half-elf bard (played by her best friend) were utterly outclassed by smugglers in a haunted house and had to use a door as a shield to escape. At level 12, the pair defeated a demon lord and closed a portal to the Abyss. (To be fair, both accomplishments are pretty epic. The door escape was one of the most creative D&D moments I’ve ever seen, and we’re still talking about it today.)

While I wish we could’ve rolled physical dice together for a little longer, I’m glad Roll20 was available to keep our game going through a period of global strife. In the midst of it all, there was always D&D to fall back on. And hopefully, there will be more to come. I’ve got Candlekeep Mysteries on my shelf, another anthology of D&D short adventures...and it’s just waiting for me to formulate a plot to tie ‘em all together!

[kryptsune]

What are Shattered and Infernum about?

🌼I will try to give as much info as I can without completely butchering it with spoilers. Infernum is a story I created nearly 7 years ago back in High School. It combines a lot of different elements which I will discuss in a moment. In essence, it is the answer to the question, what is behind the other doors in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland?

It combines my love of mythology, fairytales, and the supernatural. Wonderland, as it is referred, has been corrupted with a curse called “the madness”. It consumes the entire world in a plague of insanity and fear. Each character has a design from their respective period in time. They do not all come from the 1800s even though the book was written at this period. In short, the world of Wonderland is the equivalent to an afterlife. It is very akin to the concept of purgatory. Corruption brings out the worst in all the inhabitants. In the case of Wonderland, it turns them into the thing they feared most in their seemingly forgotten pasts. 

The basic idea is that the Garden of Eden was not a place within our own dimension but just one of a multitude of worlds all connected at a central hub, the Hall of Doors. Now I don't personally believe in the concept of purgatory but in the story, I have made it so that those that would be in limbo or purgatory go to these worlds to live their lives without the hindrance of the past until they can be lawfully judged. This includes those close to death. It's like the scales of judgment and the weighing of one's heart in the book of the dead.

Usually, these people are either sent to heaven or to Hell but this world is for the ones that are in a morally grey area or the judges just don't see them as being one way or the other. If you take the idea of reincarnation it's very similar in my story only those that pass lose their physical form and are transferred to Infernum. Only certain characters can pass physically through dimensions as well. They mostly use their astral projection in the form of dreams or nightmares to contact those outside of Infernum.

After a while, the celestial beings that created these limbos decided upon another course of action. To use the world's two-fold. One for inspiration and creation of those still living on earth and the second a purgatory meant to guide lost souls. The descendants of the first are the rulers. Here is the catch they are fairytale, folklore, and mythological characters. The reason we know about them and their stories is because of writers and poets that were able to see the other side but lived to tell the tale so to speak. It was an inspiration to them to write and continue their stories for our present dimension.

Wonderland is supposed to be based upon the Garden of Eden.  In order to maintain a balance of both good and evil in the world, this limbo was created and therefore the evil side also had to make a contribution. The agreement that once a soul chooses its path they go to either Heaven or Hell was formed. The Angelic side did not honor the other and banished the demon hold on the world effectively breaking the balance. Each character has a tragic past life before they end up in Infernum. Their lives seem to be morally ambiguous so that their time of judgment is not fulfilled. So each character has their demons so to speak. It essentially becomes a second Hell. The more souls the demon side has the stronger they become to take over the other worlds and vice versa. 

The inhabitant's souls become twisted and corrupted. Each character becomes a demon form of themselves during the nighttime. It's supposed to play into the idea that first appearances are deceiving but no matter what the inner demons are always there. They become something you hate or are afraid of. Wonderland is one of the main locations or I would argue the main one but there are other characters and stories that all intertwined and are weaved together. Because this story is so old I need to overhaul quite a few things. That said the basic ideas/ core ideas are still present. 

Shattered on the other hand was actually a story or choose your own adventure narrative that I made for a course in college. I will post my notes on that as well for you. 

Environment/Background: The world is a huge unknown to its inhabitants. A dystopian society deeply rooted in Japanese culture and feel. It mixes some elements of a more feudal area of Japan with high sci-fi elements. The best examples of this aesthetic would be The Hunger Games and Ghost in the Shell. A technologically almost fantasy city, Seiiki (English translation: Sanctuary) stands alone in this world. The outside world has been infested by demonic spirits and monsters. Ones that threaten their way of life if the containment of the city were to fail. It is spread through the cities through various channels as certain sectors of the entire city support their own economies and ways of life. Seiiki is described as that of a major city but in reality, it is a largely populated landmass surrounded by what appears to be an indigo and black miasma, presumably where the demon/yokai threat has originated from.

Each sector of the “city” has its own leader that are then taken into a voting process in which the next “king” is elected to preside over the entire city. This sector's inhabitants see substantial improvement in the quality of life as the power and riches funnel to the current king in power. All decisions, however, are decided by the leaders of each sector for the rest of the people, supposedly. The city being technologically advanced seems to be a paradise that would account for the number of kami and divine imagery.

Propaganda: The city revolves around the cleansing of the citizens and their devotion. There are specific rituals that people have to conform to in order to “keep the evil” from the city. Each person or family has an A.M.E (Automatic Mechanical Entourage). It is a robotic creature or automaton distributed as a companion. “They keep citizens safe, make their lives effortless, and Happy.” These mechanical creatures have varying looks about them. The higher up on the social ladder the more intricate and complex. They are modeled off of Japanese spirits and made to the owner's specifications. At their core, they are a security system and “companion.” Those higher in power have A.M.E that reflect Japanese Mythos and even can be family and crest specific. The current ruler in power brandishes the kitsune as their symbol which can either be the head of a fox or the 9 tails.

Their religious practices have shunned the old Kami in favor of new ones that have given the city its ability to have these technological marvels and also keep the demons at bay. Each sector's citizens give offerings to these new gods as they pray for safety among other things. It is against the law to mention anything of the old religion as the people's devotion is said to have caused all this, to begin with, their heresy is to blame. The new religion seeks to cleanse them of these past sins.   

Every morning begins the same. The people wake up to join their families for tea distributed by the leaders. Then announcements are broadcasted through the entire city usually being news of some sort, product advertisement, and entertainment. In addition, there is a government-run group that acts as a peacekeeping faction. They seem to have a clandestine background as they never show their faces. They hide behind A.M.E masks of animals or oni brandishing black cloaks. They are considered a kind of secret police known as The Pack.   

[justforbooks]

On Western Stars, Bruce Springsteen Rides in the Whirlwind

A look inside the LP being hailed as The Boss’s best since Magic

In his memoir Born to Run and its live companion piece Springsteen on Broadway, Bruce Springsteen describes his first drive cross-country, when he was 21 years old. That would place that journey around 1970, ’71. Let’s pretend that at the end of the trip he found himself in sunny Southern California (not “down San Diego way,” but in Los Angeles) and decided to hang around there, writing songs, playing acoustic gigs, and by ’73 was getting some cuts on Linda Ronstadt albums, generating buzz as a solo performer from shows at the Troubadour, and the record labels started showing interest, resulting in a deal with Asylum, or Reprise.

Springsteen’s L.A. debut album released that year, let’s call it Greetings from Griffith Park, Ca., might’ve sounded something like his new Western Stars. When he began hinting about this solo project a few years back, Springsteen referenced the SoCal sound of the late ’60s, specifically Glen Campbell’s records of Jimmy Webb songs, and on Western Stars you can hear him aiming at the sweepingly melancholy vibe of “Wichita Lineman,” “Galveston,” and “By the Time I Get to Phoenix.” In Dylan Jones’s upcoming book The Wichita Lineman: Searching in the Sun for the World’s Great Unfinished Song, Springsteen says about Campbell’s singing, “It was simple on the surface but there was a lot of emotion underneath.”

Reviewers have been scrambling to play spot-the-musical-influences on Western Stars, and that’s fun to do. I hear some Johnny Rivers with the Wrecking Crew and Marty Paich’s strings lurking in the corners; Waylon Jennings’s version of “Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues” (many people have pointed out how much “Hello Sunshine” resembles that song); the string arrangements Nick DeCaro did on Reprise albums for Gordon Lightfoot (Springsteen even has a song called “Sundown,” like Lightfoot’s big hit from ’74), Arlo Guthrie and Randy Newman, or the ones Bergen White charted for Tony Joe White; the hyper-literate, vivid Americana of Mickey Newbury. What a cool game! Nilsson! Jim Croce!

But Western Stars isn’t just evocative of the California sound of the early ’70s; it has, underneath its cinematic strings, the downbeat feeling of the movies that were coming out in 1973, populated by characters who couldn’t really be called heroes: Badlands (of course), Charlie Varrick, High Plains Drifter, Kid Blue, The Last American Hero (which Springsteen referenced on The River’s “Cadillac Ranch”), Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, Scarecrow, Walking Tall. (In ‘73, Springsteen’s not-yet-manager Jon Landau was reviewing films—including some on this list—for Rolling Stone.) Those Watergate-era films, road movies, neo-Westerns, stories of outcasts and revenge-seekers, inform the landscape of Western Stars. On the title track, Springsteen reaches back a bit further: “Here’s to the cowboys, riders in the whirlwind” (see: Ride in the Whirlwind, Monte Hellman’s existential black-and-white western from 1966, starring a pre–Easy Rider Jack Nicholson). Sometimes Western Stars feels like an unmade film with Michael Sarrazin, Barbara Hershey, and Warren Oates.

Oh, I haven’t mentioned how good this album is, how memorable many of its lines are. “Fingernail moon in a twilight sky/Ridin’ high grass of the switchback”: his imagery is as crisp and clean as his fictional Montana sky. “Boarded up and gone like an old summer song.” It’s Springsteen’s best album, by far, since Magic (2007), and I already prefer it to the much-revered (in some quarters) The Rising. For one thing, it isn’t carrying the burden of expectations of The Rising (“We need you now!” someone supposedly shouted at Bruce in the street after 9/11, and can you conceive of the pressure? Would anyone have yelled that at Billy Joel?), and it isn’t bearing the heavy sonic weight of Brendan O’Brien’s production. Western Stars feels more open. These tracks have been in the works for some time; he mentioned the project in interviews around the time of the autobiography, but it had to wait until the whole Born to Run/Springsteen on Broadway phase was over. Maybe, by that point, he’d tired of his own narrative voice and his own story and got down to shaping others. These songs are all in the first person, but that person isn’t Bruce Springsteen. They’re hitchhikers and wayfarers (aren’t they kind of the same thing?), stuntmen and bit players. They’re like the characters in the early ’70s novels by Larry McMurtry (Moving On and All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers), and I wonder how Springsteen missed out on writing a song about a rodeo cowboy.

Springsteen is also liberated musically. He didn’t have to consider, as he did with the woeful Working on a Dream and the clunky, well-meaning Wrecking Ball, how the songs would translate in the context of a live show with the E Street Band. You can’t imagine them schlepping around a big string section to recreate these songs, and there wouldn’t be anything at all for Jake Clemons to do, and even Max Weinberg would be fiddling his thumbs for a big chunk of the set. No doubt a few of these tracks will find their way into the possible 2020 tour (please, not “There Goes My Miracle” and “Sleepy Joe’s Café”; we don’t need him straining to be Del Shannon, or the band pretending to have fun on a Jay and the Americans knockoff), and if “Hello Sunshine” gets to replace “Waitin’ on a Sunny Day,” all the better.

Western Stars suggests an America divorced from this moment in history. The only cultural reference is to John Wayne (in ’73 he was doing junk like The Train Robbers), and the one allusion that nudges the album into the late 20th century is to a blue pill for ED. Otherwise, the album would have sat pretty solidly in the Nixon era. For anyone who expected Springsteen to be a beacon of hope that the country will get through this current crisis the way it did through Watergate and 9/11, or who wanted him to draw stark pictures of our heroes and villains, Western Stars may feel slight, or like a challenge he gave himself to complete a genre exercise. But if Darkness on the Edge of Town was Springsteen’s film noir, this album is his bleak road movie, his characters nursing drinks, recalling old loves and old wounds. By the time we end up at the final track, looking at the remnants of a beaten-down motel, we’ve been along on one of Springsteen’s most rewarding rides.

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Tales of Genius Ch. 2: Follow the Light

(9/16/18)

And so, for possibly the first time ever, I got a session two in a campaign! New high score! Woo-hoo!

Also, got to redo an adventure I ran for the old High School crew. Updated it slightly, added a puzzle, changed the final encounter, added a pair of magic items.

Don’t think I have any sort of RPG Life updates. Working on various other projects off and on. Started watching a new Netflix original series that redoubles a plot point later in this campaign.

Added a fourth party member. Which I think I’m going to lock down on. The games I’ve been involved with always had a problem of having a large number of players, so I think I want to try for the classic four-person ensemble.

Hope they’re having fun. Doubt plagues me, but they’re not whining to me, so it’s probably fine? It’s still clear I need to continue practicing GMing, and I’ve noticed I’ve been stuttering and having difficulty pronouncing words. That will all need to be improved before we move on to the podcast phase.

Now, for the second part of Tales of Genius![1]

CAST

Eli Roberts: (Played by Lyons) Child of Clio. Doctor, travelling to write a medical text akin to Gray’s Anatomy. He’s an Intellect! Olivia Grayson: (Played by Maddie) Child of Thalia. Apprentice to Eli. Believes her Squirrel-raccoon companion is her boyfriend reincarnated. Fromthe: (Played by Jose) Child of Calliope. Military veteran and current mercenary. Also has some mercantile ambitions.

Jean De Ferrero: (Played by Anthony) Child of Terpsichore. Travelling con artist.

Quick exposition:

So, that whole “Child of…” thing is part of my world’s lore. About nineteen hundred years ago, nine sisters travelled the world and founded nine schools of philosophy and nine separate cultures that populate the world. The only solid marker for the tribes is eye color. White/Light grey for Clio. Yellow for Thalia. Orange for Calliope. Green for Terpsichore. Others for the other tribes as they’re introduced.

The sisters are named after the Greek Muses.

And, so, onto our tale.

DATE: Late Winter 1911

PLACE: THE TINES (Mountain border of Astree and Hervar)

We open back up on North Fort. Food supplies are running even lower, especially since a good chunk of it has been poisoned. The mayor has decided to send those clever adventurers to try and find an alternate path out of town,[2] plus this nice Jean fellow who speaks highly of his own conquests.[3]

After some brainstorming while I was busy making curry,[4] the mayor mentioned the town crypts, which are a small network of caves some distance from town. There’s an iron door there which no one has explored past, because there’s a bunch of warning symbols on it, so better just stick the dead in there until claimed. But, well, it’s something?

The party heads to the crypt, as I couldn’t be bothered to force any scene work in the town. Would’ve been nice to establish the mixed critters of the setting, but I’m bad at following even my own notes, and I didn’t really have any cause to delay them.

In the crypts, they discovered a small band of Saber-toothed foxes.

Olivia tried to befriend the foxes using the cheese from the rations North Fort gave her, but the foxes weren’t satisfied, and unhappy with the intrusion. So combat despite Olivia’s protests!

I still am far from getting a handle of combat narrative, but after a few rounds, they’ve killed two foxes and scared off three.[5]

Then Olivia used a magic spell to cave in the entrance. Which… I should probably take a moment to taunt the party over.

And now I have. What nerds.

The party moved towards the iron door. It’s magic proof,[6] locked, and barred. So the group needs to figure out how to get in.

Unbarring it was easy enough, but it’s still locked.

But, hey, the party has a new Scoundrel Character! Maybe he can pick the lock!

The dice say no. This is dire, as the back up plan I had is sitting in North Fort,[7] and that’s not an available path anymore.

Okay, okay. Let’s reason this out. Is the door there to keep people out, or something in? Both, but which is important?

Which is to say: this door opens out, so the door hinges are on our players’ side! Which the fair doctor thinks up, then teases the con artist for not coming up with.

Said scoundrel (Jean) uses skullduggery to get the pins out. (Because it’s heavy iron, hasn’t been moved in a while, and would require finesse. Probably some heat to remove frost). I then have them do another check to get the door open since the lock is still engaged and needs to be worked out of the wall. Which they do.

Momentary inside baseball thing that might ruin the magic: I didn’t have a firm solution. I just placed the door down and waited until I heard a solution I liked. I recommend fellow GMs do this, but also try and prepare an alternate solution if the party can’t get past it for some reason. (See footnote 7 for my release valve).

On to the next room! A massive cavern, with many tunnels shooting off, and crystalline protrusions here and there. Then there’s a wooden lean-to slash shack near the door.

In side is a desk with a chess game mid-progress, and notebook tracking the game next to it, a glass jar of mythril dust, and a mummified corpse sitting in a chair[8] holding a bullseye lantern.

Eli Roberts examines the board, makes a move, notates it in the notebook(!), pockets the mythril dust, then investigates the mummy.

(A spent story point later also says he took the notebook.)

Eli fails to find anything notable on the corpse, so he turns to figure out what path to take.

Olivia, who we are learning this session has no regard for her fellow humans, uses her magic to puppeteer the mummy.

This jostles a rolled up scrap of paper out of its beard.

Time for the puzzle! Also pop quiz for my world building lore, because screw you, at least learn the muses you picked for your character’s heritage![9]

I wrote a poem (not a great poem, because I lack rhythm) that referenced the Muses in a certain order.

Now, this puzzle needs workshopping, because once the party figured out to use the mummy’s lantern[10] to shoot a beam of light into a large crystal to refract it into colored beams, and that they needed to follow the beam that corresponded with each Muse’s assigned eye colors in the order listed on the poem, there wasn’t much else to do until the final twist.

I probably could’ve done something with the crystals. Finding them, getting them in position,[11] just some complexity for the successive rooms.

Needs workshopping. But we also had a time limit, so maybe simple wasn’t bad for this rendition.

Now, this refracted light thing was an expansion on a moment that wowed the last time I did my North Fort session, which I mimicked halfway down the mine: the first obvious crystal sent the light bouncing all over the chamber, hitting other crystals, and illuminating the entire chamber, revealing a mural![12]

The mural told the mine’s story: they were mining it normally, then thought ‘hey, let’s try magic!’. Magic resonated with the mythril they were mining, heating the cave and waking up a giant snake that started gobbling people up. They got some adventurers in to deal with the snake and stopped using magic.

What I wish I added was the snake’s giant skull in this room. Instead, I had it in another room, looming over the exit tunnels. Oops.[13]

So that’s neat.

The party continued the prescribed solution and moved on, seeing the ribs of the snake were repurposed into support beams.

Another element I failed to convey is that the mining shafts were actually expanded from the snake’s tunnels throughout the mountain.

Anyways, the final room was the cool twist. Because the final mentioned Muse is Urania. Who I assigned black/dark grey eyes.

Black light’s not a thing. What could be the…

They killed their light. Eventually, mythril dust started to glow, a thick vein going down the final correct tunnel. (The poem also mentioned Urania using the stars in her line. This fit with the mythril dust but also her role as the Muse of Astronomy.)[14]

And they exit into another large chamber like the one at the top. Including wood office shack and an iron door. Inside the shack is another mummy, chessboard, and a notebook with matching move notations to the one earlier.

Including the move Eli noted and wrote down.[15] Huh.

Eli’s player spent a Genesys Story Point to say he nabbed the first notebook earlier so he wouldn’t have to hike back up.[16]

For those curious, there’s another poem on this end for going the other way. The colors don’t even have to be the same since they’d be approaching the crystals from a different angle, so the first step doesn’t have to be Urania![17]

Anyways, the spent story point ruined how I’d hoped to bring in the boss fight, so instead a Masked Snake slithers in.

Smaller than the one slain long ago, but still pretty big. Also way too young to listen to reason.

Again, three party members work to kill it as Olivia uses nonlethal magic. The snake iced the floor, making footing difficult.

I allowed the fight to drag on a while because, despite putting in my session plans to come back to make stats and having more than a month to, I never did.

Really should sit down and just make a series of notecards for easy, normal, and hard enemies. Get too distracted with narrative.

Anyways, combat rages, half the party gets upset with Olivia’s efforts not to kill the snake, when a mysterious figure in fancy robes and snake skull mask arrives and pulls a gun.

Olivia promptly magically murders this man without a word. Then steals his mask. And returns to nonlethal spells against the snake.

After realizing the snake can’t fit through the door, Eli and Jean attempt to flee, but Olivia refuses to leave, instead standing on the human corpse she created to avoid the disadvantage of the ice floors.

Eli goes in and finishes off the snake.

Grumpy after the encounter, they exit the caves, which leads out to a point on the path below the avalanche. There’s a way to connect North Fort and Soldier’s Rest.

They go to Soldier’s Rest (named such because it’s where the military men went to rest when not on duty at the mountain fort). Turn in a letter of introduction to Soldier’s Rest’s mayor, and step outside.

Where they encounter a Jackalope. They’re giant creatures ridden by the mail carriers of His Majesty’s Courier service![19]  The courier has a letter for Eli Roberts: The Queen and Heir Apparent are ill with a mysterious disease, and Dr. Roberts comes highly recommended by his peers to help.

Whether this is because his peers genuinely believe he can do it, or because not healing the royal family could have dire consequences and they’d rather gamble Eli’s career over their own is a question I intend to play with.

End session two.

Admittedly, it was a railroading session that hinged on two combats that I didn’t prepare properly and a puzzle that need a few more facets, but I set some Campaign Plot up and actually got players to the table, so I say sufficient success! Always a learning experience! And Anthony seemed to prefer the system vastly over GURPS, so I think it’s good.

Just need to cement running combat and the Advantage and Disadvantage system. It’s a new thing that takes getting used to. Plus the question of what to do when you get a nothing roll.

Also need to get firmer control over what magic can and cannot do. And also that GM trumps rulebook everytime.

I have an outline for the next session. Just need to add some meat and work in elements the players enjoy. Maybe try and have it be less of an Eli Roberts focused story.[20]

Until next time, may the dice make things interesting!

[1] Pompous sounding name? Perhaps! But it’s a grab from the Tales JRPG series, and a TED Talk I saw once. [2] Had the party asked, the Mayor was avoiding asking South Fort for help because that crosses a border and could cause a lot of diplomatic tensions. The party didn’t ask, so I’m noting it here for my own gratification. [3] Because we needed to fit a new party member in some how. [4] Which I forgot to put potatoes and apples in. I’m disappointed in myself. [5] Unless it was the other way around. There was confusion! [6] Iron is magic proof in the setting! Because I’m taking inspiration from my vague knowledge of fair folk mythology. [7] Her name is Debra. I didn’t have the exact details (improv!), but if needed, she’d have the key for the door for… reasons? [8] I keep trying a Douglas Addams thing where I save the most glaringly obvious and distressing fact for last. It’s never worked because I keep getting interrupted or the players overlook I mentioned a monster. Might be a sign to stop, but why would I? [9] I casually left a prose-y cheat sheet on the table before we started. So it’s open notes. [10] Always provide the required tools if you can’t be sure the party has the needed supplies. [11] My much coveted block puzzle! I’ll figure it out someday! [12] In the pathfinder version, it instead revealed a sleeping dragon. I should’ve worked in a similar element on top of what I put in the chamber. [13] Maybe if I ask nicely, my players will pretend this is what I did. [14] Why do the muses include two with dominion over Astronomy and History? Who knows! They just do! [15] I was hoping someone would mess with one of the notebooks for this exact reveal. They played right into my hands. [16] I’ll leave it to the players to retcon why they stole the first notebook. [17] Maybe Urania should’ve been the mural room. You light the crystal for the story, then have to darken it to move on.[18] [18] Take three on this dungeon’s going to be epic! [19] A pay off when, long, long ago, when I was very young looking through a borrowed copy of GURPS 3rd Edition, I saw a picture of cowboys riding giant rabbits with saddlebags reading ‘Bunny Express’. Finally did it. [20] He took the reigns on the session one mystery, and the letter plot hook only works with him. I’ll try to do hooks working off the other three before returning to him, if at all.

[aion-rsa]

Insults, World-Building, and Blind Cats: An Interview with The Blacktongue Thief’s Christopher Buehlman

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It only takes a small, insignificant moment to completely change the course of a life. It’s that premise from which The Blacktongue Thief starts. Kinch Na Shannack, working thief, is spared when a banditry gig goes south. The Spanth warrior who spares him, Galva, is on a quest—and the Taker’s Guild, for which Kinch works, assigns him to accompany her, gain her trust, and wait for further instruction. As he travels with Galva, and, soon after, a witch companion Norrigal, he begins to question just where his allegiance lies, and what he owes his newfound friends—and the world.

From the first pages of The Blacktongue Thief, this Den of Geek reviewer was hooked, in no small part because the narrative voice is quite simply a delight. Kinch welcomes readers straight into a world where humanity was nearly destroyed by goblins, and where giants are encroaching on the northern border. But besides all that, a person’s got to make a living, and Kinch has a debt to the Takers Guild he’s bound to pay off. Kinch tells the story like he’s sitting next to you at a table in the pub, sharing the worst and best moments with a lingering delight at the sheer telling of the tale. He exaggerates and lies, but lets you know he’s doing so with a wink and a nudge.

This fantasy novel invites readers to share a pint of whatever’s good, learn some colorful language from a variety of nations, and maybe even join in a song or two. If the atmosphere I just described feels a bit like a renaissance festival, it should come as no surprise. Author Christopher Buehlman, previously best known for his poetry and his horror novels (and shortly to become known as a rising star in fantasy, as well), is also Christophe the Insultor, Verbal Mercenary, a regular comedic performer at renaissance festivals.

“My career as a professional insultor on the renaissance festival circuit definitely informed Kinch’s language,” Buehlman explains. “He’s always ready to trade barbs, and he isn’t afraid to work blue.” Blue language is absolutely a highlight of the book; Kinch’s swearing is utterly inventive, and because he speaks a number of languages, the different curses reveal a lot about the cultures that created them. Kinch presents the Spanths, particularly Galva, as overly honorable and a bit uptight, something that’s not only revealed in her lack of patience for Kinch conversing with a cat he rescues, but also in the way she argues the proper conjugation of a particularly colorful swear. (You can read some dictionary-style definitions of Kinch’s curse words over at the Tor/Forge blog.)

There are linguistic connections between the curse words (and other vocabulary) in the novel and the real-world counterparts that provided inspiration. “The Galts are not unlike the Celts; I thought of them not as a direct analog to the Welsh or the Scots or the Irish, but as a lost tribe,” Buehlman shares. “There is something of the gaelic in Kinch’s poetic, artistically gifted, externally governed homeland, and his language, storytelling, and, yes, insults and doggerel, come from that. As for chodadu, it is based on Spanish jodido, and operates similarly. Jilnaedu, on the other hand, is a more original Spanth term, meaning ‘vicious idiot.’ As with Galtia and Ireland, Ispanthia is not Spain, but it and its language would snuggle in nicely between Spain, Portugal, and Catalonia. I think Spaniards will recognize Galva but also find lots of new things to discover about her and her country.”

One of the most fascinating aspects of Kinch’s world is the impact the Goblin Wars have had on the human population. The goblins came and fought in three waves; the first two were fought by men, but soon there weren’t enough men left to fight. “Women had to go under arms,” Buehlman describes. “More, they had to win. And they did. For now. The Daughters’ War wasn’t about fame or glory, or even power and wealth—it was a raw, muddy, no-holds-barred struggle for survival between two competing species, one of whom regards the other as a food source.” The win came, but at a great cost. Humans have taken a huge hit, and the majority of humans are now women, putting women in positions of power throughout all of the human territories. 

In fact, the book is populated with women who hold their own against Kinch’s narrative voice. While we get Kinch’s introspection and his assessment of his own character, we see him against a company of strong female characters. Galva is a warrior, honorable, devoted, the kind of knight Don Quixote dreamed of being. Norrigal isn’t an accomplished witch yet—this is her first assignment outside her apprenticeship—but her raw power is astonishing, and her willingness to do the dirty work as needed gives her a wonderfully practical edge. Sesta, one of Kinch’s contacts with the Taker’s Guild, is a ruthless Assassin-Adept, skilled at both magic and murder, so confident that she treats Kinch more like a pest than a tool, even when insisting he follow the terms of his assignment. While there’s a bit of romance, none of the women feel put into the narrative just for the sake of being Kinch’s love interest—in fact, they all feel as though they’d do just fine without him, if it came down to it, and he’s lucky they’ve let him stick around to tell the story.

The desire to depict so many women in control of the world and the narrative came from one of Buehlman’s world-building ideas: “I wanted to present a world that would show the reader how artificial the idea of patriarchy is,” he says, “and how it could be turned on its head with a big enough catalyst.”

Buehlman’s world is both beautiful and terrible—the consequences of the Goblin Wars are present in every aspect of the book, including in the appearance of actual goblins. That looming sense of dread, that humans might not win the next time if it came down to it, lend an intensity to the world, and may remind readers that Buehlman’s previous novels fell into the horror category. “Writing horror is a bit like writing form poetry,” he describes. “With a sonnet, a villanelle, or a pantoum, you have to respect a rhyme scheme, or a repetition pattern, and/or a syllable count. With horror, you have to establish a certain tone, and you have to check in with the reader’s amygdala every so often. This isn’t exact or formulaic, as it can be in poetry, but it needs to have its own internal rhythm. You can have a long build up, but you must bake in a sense of dread–the reader will feel betrayed, and rightly so, if your premise advertises one kind of story, and they get something else entirely for 70% of the read. Horror, like comedy, is binary. It succeeds or fails viscerally.”

Making the switch to fantasy meant making some changes. “Fantasy… is much more forgiving. The reader primarily expects a sense of wonder, a sense of going someplace new. It’s more like free verse. You can do anything you like, as long as you tell a good story and fascinate,” Buehlman shares. He also identifies a few common traits between the genres: “If I took anything with me from horror to fantasy–aside from, hopefully, the universally necessary elements of character, pacing, and clear language–it was that sense of dread. We see the goblin ship coming, and there’s no way off the island. We feel the footsteps of the approaching giants, and hear their horns, but this is a strange city and we don’t know where to run. Too late—the humans on chains that they use to flush us out of our warrens have already seen us.” 

The horror elements are well balanced by companionship (particularly in the form of one furry feline) and song. “Kinch has an inexhaustible supply of songs to sing or quote, and singing is of course quite popular in a world without electronic media,” Buehlman muses. “Songs are how people once got their  entertainment, expressed emotions, even got their news.” The prominence of music also harkens back to Buehlman’s renaissance festival roots: “Renaissance festivals put a high standard on songs, both as stage entertainment and as something patrons can participate in. And so does Kinch’s world.”

As for that furry feline: Bully Boy appears early on in the narrative and becomes increasingly important as the story goes on. (Buehlman frequently seeds world-information so nonchalantly that when they become relevant as plot elements, this reviewer was impressed at how cleverly the book was structured to hide the significance of those details until they mattered.) When Kinch first meets Bully Boy, a blind cat, the poor creature is about to be captured by some local ruffians, who will, we’re led to believe, put the cat to death. Kinch takes pity and saves the cat—getting arrested in the process—and the two soon become fast friends. But despite what readers might assume, Buehlman was not always a cat lover. The acknowledgements at the end of the book reveal that Bully Boy was inspired by a real cat.

“Bully Boy never would have been had not a blind tabby showed up on my doorstep in  2015, as I was finishing up The Suicide Motor Club,” says Buehlman. “The antagonist of that book is a sumbitch vampire named Luther, and this poor, blind, sick street cat had the biggest fangs I’d seen on a feline outside of a smilodon exhibit. So Luther he became. But you couldn’t find two more different critters than vampire Luther and cat Luther. The latter was one of the most loving, most trusting beings I ever  had the pleasure to know. I was decidedly not a cat person before he came raoing at my door—I was a dog man from way back. But when a creature delivers its life  into your hands and starts to follow you everywhere you go, clearly loving you  and wanting nothing as much as to live purring in your lap or on your chest, it  wears you down. If you’ve got feelings, I mean. And I had some. I now recognize  canines and felines as equally deserving of our love and companionship, even if  we don’t always deserve theirs.”

While The Blacktongue Thief completes a story, the ending leaves several loose threads that readers will be glad to know Buehlman is working on tying up in the sequel. “I’m still in planning and world-building, which is a massive part of  writing a fantasy novel with sufficient layers to feel credible,” he reveals. “Let��s just say we’ve got  mountains to cross, more and different giants to meet, and one very nasty book to drag  secrets out of. Also, look for a more comprehensive telling of Galva’s experiences as a young  soldier in the Daughters’ War.”

In the meantime, Buehlman is also digging into the rules for the card game Kinch plays (sometimes with good luck and sometimes bad): Towers. “I wanted a game that would showcase Kinch’s luck-gift, and to occupy the same place  in this world as poker does in ours,” Buehlman says of its development. “There are definitely elements of poker in Towers; but  you’ll also find traces of Stratego, that simple kids’ card game War, chess, and Magic. I and  others have found it to be addictive, but also delightfully complex. There are lots of ways to  win, and lose, and strategy is a huge component–nearly as important as luck. And yes, I  believe lots of blood would be drawn over this game if it were played for money in rougher  parts of town.”

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Whether sitting over a game or sitting around a table, sharing a drink and a song and exchanging insults, Kinch and Buehlman both use storytelling flare to keep readers deeply engaged in the story and the world. And the swearing, songs, and story will stick with readers long after they turn the last page.

The Blacktongue Thief hits bookshelves on May 25th, 2021. Find out more here.

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The Future

3 Years of Cynthia Reward Drabble for @invisibleimpossibilities, who asked for Bad Future worldbuilding. 

Length: 2,000 words

A series of excerpts from Forgotten History Vol. 3: Logistics, a handbook about the future by Laurent Milistin

INTRODUCTION

Much has been said about the wars, both in my own accounts and the perhaps more flamboyant ones by my contemporary Cynthia Ylisse. However, as 'glorious' as the conflict was either in hindsight or the moment, perhaps the true terror and struggle came from trying to live in the world as that happened. I understand not everyone wishes to read about supply issues and finding shelter, hence why I kept this information out of Forgotten History volumes One & Two, but it is just as important to creating a true understanding of the scenario we were in. 

CH. 1 [Civilization]

Shortly after the fall of Ylisstol (see Forgotten History Vol 1), Ylissean society collapsed almost entirely. With no central government we scattered, most of the major population centers deciding to flee to the countryside in their droves - returning to relatives on farms or smaller villages. The resulting overpopulation of areas never intended to hold so many people caused illness and famine to run rampant, and a lack of strong leadership or organized legal system (see: Chapter 5) resulted in the further deaths of thousands. Of course, due to a lack of manpower and time they were placed in shallow graves - which as Grima's influence spread to these more remote reasons, caused the newly created Risen to claw their way from the ground with little to no aid at all. 

Civilization in other regions of the world fared better - Plegia was mostly intact until three years in, when Grima apparently decided he no longer needed the Grimleal anymore and used his puppet Validar to organize what we believe was a mass ritual suicide among members of the cult. Ferox was used to having individual settlements become self-sufficient due to the nation's sheer size and harsh winters making it a necessity, and life continued in relative normalcy in each of these regions until they were eventually swallowed by the Risen hordes in their own time. 

Across the ocean in Valm, Walhart completed his conquest unimpeded. Grima struck far too quickly, however, and his army was weak from two years of campaigning and the constant guerrilla attempts at rebellion from Chon'sin and Roseanne among others. When Valm fell, the only surviving 'civilizations' were roaming groups of people like ourselves, a mix of military and civilians. When someone died, we stripped them of any supplies we would find necessary and burned the bodies before burying the skeleton in two different graves, to try and save them the desecration of becoming a Risen - and ourselves the trauma of having to fight any more resurrected friends. 

[...]

Groups would form intense bonds, forming their own symbols to identify themselves. We mostly remained as one, only splitting up when we absolutely had to - hearing about artifacts we could recover to perhaps turn the tide, but also to find more survivors. Sadly some survivor groups simply couldn't believe that such a large group could have survived, or even worse, were driven to anger by the mere sight of Lucina and the others of royal descent - believing that the royal family had failed them. More than once, groups would come to blows, fighting over supplies or even simply a difference in belief. This resulted in similarities to tribal society, an apt comparison considering the quasi-nomadic lifestyle we were forced to adopt. 

As far as identification went, our group continued to identify as ‘Ylisse’. Other groups would refer to themselves by village, or the last name of a leader character. 

CH. 2 [Supplies]

Fresh fruit and vegetables came into short supply, with most of the farms actively destroyed by Grimleal at first and later risen. Grima's doctrine was very much salted earth, and as the world decayed so did sources of nourishment. Fish became a mainstay for the first few years, until he poisoned the rivers. Occasionally we managed to set out to sea and recover some, but never for long - boats risked being spotted by Grima's flying scouts far too easily considering the fact that no shipping fleets remained. 

I understand this next segment may disgust some readers, but understand we had little choice. We had to live off the land from what we could find - our diets, towards the end, mostly consisted of root vegetables found in the wild, a smattering of berries, and any non-poisonous or venomous creature we could safely catch. Bear was a luxury, for example, being one of the few creatures that could survive a few roaming risen but still be killed safely by a well-prepared hunting team. Ultimately most of our protein came from insects - locusts and crickets, mostly. Whenever we were along the coast we harvested as much seaweed as possible, storing it in barrels of brine. We mostly drank hot water, boiled and blessed to purify it of any natural or magical poisons - lacking the time to ferment alcohol, and not having access to any fresh springs. The last two winters were harsh, as we had rode out previous ones by smoking and salting meat we caught through the rest of the year, but such preventative measures simply didn't work with insects. Eventually we realized that we had to stay near the coast in winter if we wanted to survive, the dangerous-to-catch fish the only source of food we had. Thankfully it seemed that the risen were also susceptible to the cold, and patrols were far less common, reducing the risk fo these harvests. 

I would be quite happy to never see seaweed on my plate again after that second winter.

[...]

Treats were carefully created to help keep morale up. When we stumbled on bee hives, we would carefully take as much honey from it as possible, and boil it with the water ration. With time and effort we could turn it into taffy, which we would keep in a sealed container and given out sparingly - as rewards, mostly. A single batch could last us almost six months regulated properly. Sweet berries would be turned into preserves, jams to be eaten with a spoon from a cup, or topping crushed ice during winter or when near a peak. 

[...]

Military supplies were hard to come by. Armor was almost non-existent, not having the time to properly craft it for the individual. Surviving pegasus knights or cavaliers protected theirs religiously, sleeping in them to make sure they never lost a piece and hardly ever letting it out of their sight. Protection was shields - often of rough, uneven metal, since he had no forges - and at best boiled leather. Weapons we would take from the dead, friend or foe, as required - spellbooks were used sparingly, as only Grimleal mages had any more tomes we could recover. Thankfully our own group had an ordained minister with us, who knew how to create rough healing staves from branches and prayer, so we never ran out of those - but we have heard other groups had to resort to traditional medicine, frequently including amputation to prevent the corruption from a Risen's claws spreading and killing the man. 

Arrows and javelins would be made from stone heads, enough to kill a basic Risen but nothing else. [...] Other primitive weapons were used for these lower-tier opponents, as metal swords and axes were too important to waste on footsoldiers. 

[...]

Medical supplies - bandages, vulneraries, and so on - were made by civilians during downtime, from home remedies and whatever material we could find. Poultices were based off of folk remedies, as we simply lacked the refinement to rely on the scientific ones - thankfully, several of them worked. As time went on and the supplies to make these grew rarer, we grew ever more dependent on magical healing, which simply could not deal with everything. 

[...]

Ultimately, these supply issues resulted in an average attrition rate of 50-60% of a group per year, either from a lack of nutrition or infection. 

CH. 3 [Shelter and Transport]

Buildings were death traps, even if they were still standing. Often the people who lived there were still around as Risen, and they were too easily spotted from the sky. We would move from cave to cave, or at the very least sufficiently dense forests to hang up sheets without exposing ourselves. Winter was hard, our movement limited - if it was not for the winter also weakening the Risen, we would have been found almost immediately. 

[...]

Horses were used to draw carts, and pegasi for scouting. Most of our travelling was on foot, although towards the end as our numbers grew smaller we either rode the horses or the carts.These carts would be stacked high with supplies, and guarded with our lives - the loss of a single cart could mean the loss of almost three week's rations, medical supplies, and arms & ammunition. These carts and the creatures who drew them were given higher priority for shelter than even us humans, for without them we would be dead. If we found a cave just big enough to store the carts and the horses and we slept outside under sheets and blankets, even if it was storming, that was what we did. 

CH. 4 [Recreation]

[...]

Books and games were too heavy to carry with us, mostly. I know of several people who kept a few of the lighter, physically smaller works on them - stories of questionable quality, but any reading material was good. Oftentimes, we would scratch boards  into the dirt when we made camp and use stones or chips of slate as markers for backgammon and checkers. 

[...]

In a bout of creativity, some of us found ways to make training 'fun'. Spars would become aspects of a play, taking on characters in a competitive contest. Athletics training would feature elements of the absurd, lifting increasingly outrageous items to show off to our companions and provide some form of levity. 

[...]

Crafting arrowheads from flint and other stones became an outlet as well, with many of us taking the opportunity to learn how to create different heads. Barbs, serrated, straight - it was a skill most of us mastered by the end. Similarly we learned how to engrave, leaving notches on leather armor to show who it belonged to and designs in the sides of wooden carts and barrels. This was indicative of most of our methods, where we turned chores into recreation to avoid going insane - by the time we finally went back to the past, our cart was an absolute mess, engravings of a dozen different styles absolutely covering it. 

CH. 5  [Law]

[...]

We had to do away with the right to a jury and minor punishments. With supplies so thin, we were forced to resort to capital punishment for even the smallest of thefts - either execution, or banishment from the band and left behind for the Risen. Morale suffered for it, but we persevered. I believe that the intense belief in justice that some of my compatriots have come to hold comes from this rough legal framework, where we were forced to define every action into 'right' and 'wrong' and keep the ultimate punishment in mind. The one exception was when the victim would openly forgive the criminal, at which point his/her rations would be docked and we moved along. 

[...]

The manner of execution was simple - beheading. It was preferred to use blessed weapons such as Falchion or other minor artifacts we retrieved on our journeys, for these seemed to prevent them from rising as Risen. I believe Princess Lucina was forced to carry out twenty-three of these executions before these days ended, from anything ranging between assault (physical or sexual) to theft to murder.

CONCLUSION

I understand this does not cast a very good light on those of us who survived. But I think it is necessary, to help establish a picture of exactly what we lived through - so that in the horrific event that Grima or some other mythical threat returns, we know what will happen should we fail to stop it. There can be no compromise, for I refuse to let the souls of anyone else become as marred as our own. 

Naga have mercy on us for what we did.

[gullethead]

okay a few mutuals liked this, thats enough to make me elaborate. keep in mind this is a nearly four-year-old elaborate fantasy setting made by five people smashing concepts together (based in but not exclusively made for d&d) with a ton of intricately woven character relationships so sorry if this gets confusing at all and PLEASE ask clarifying questions

warning for lots of mentions of lots of kinds of violence

so. lets talk about Helgrid and Holy.

Helgrid Mulpherik (who belongs to Fish @fish-mouth, as do all the characters here besides Holy and the other PCs mentioned much later) is a 6'11 middle aged half-goliath werewolf dysphoric lesbian divorcee, and at one point was a paladin who served as a gatekeeper in this city called Yennisveg. that's where she was when this enormous attack called the Siege of Yennisveg happened, where a magical curse in the form of a cloud swept through the outer city and caused people to attack viciously. Helgrid was responsible for keeping the gate closed to save most of the city, and killed people who were controlled by the curse to do it - which, even on top of how incredibly traumatizing that was in itself, also earned her the ire of a lot of people in Yennisveg for her part in those deaths and sent her into a depressive spiral. this led to her divorce, and at some point she moved to this quiet village by the sea called Hazelwood and joined the town guard.

fast forward roughly a decade. Helgrid's ex-wife Jeramina and family, including Helgrid's adoptive younger sister/niece Svera (who was coparented by her ex-wife and her paladin mentor who's kind of like her father figure. its a LONG story) have moved to Hazelwood, and Svera has taken to (or, fucked in the woods, then Vegas-married, then divorced, then gotten back together with on much more healthy ground) this up-and-coming tiefling paladin named Holy Light of the Sacred Flame, who technically started living in Hazelwood on assignment but has mostly just been adrift and searching for a purpose. Helgrid takes a shine to Holy and starts mentoring her, helping her focus her anger issues into actually helping and protecting people, which she put to good use during another major crisis in Yennisveg where she was one of the people responsible for putting down a massive demon.

now, Holy is an interesting character to me, because she's definitely... good-natured. she's loud and boisterous but also just. genuinely kind and funny and loving. but she also has a tendency to solve problems with brute force and sees the world in extreme black and white - not just "good" and "evil," but in general seeing things as arbitrary categories. like, as an example, a running joke is that she sees all vampires as 'monsters,' but not werewolves, because vampires are monsters all the time while werewolves are more like regular people who have a curse. she has no PROBLEM with vampires, that's just how she categorizes things.

this brings us to now, which is the campaign Fish is running, a CoS hack called Curse of Venari which is similar to the original campaign but works in our characters and has significantly less racism and sexual violence. Holy is one of four of the player characters who've found themselves in Barovia, which is partially populated with hollow, alternate versions of people they know in the real world. one of these people is her brother-in-law Orek, who she'd found... having been transformed into a vampire. and stuck at the bottom of a lake in a sarcophagus. for twenty years. and currently has stuck in his chest the hilt of the Sunsword, which they were looking for when they found him. pretty much the party's only option at that point had been to mercy kill him, which involved Holy slowly severing his neck with a dagger as he quietly begged her not to. this is how the last session ended.

now bear in mind, this campaign is really the first time Holy's ever been... on her own? because her companions are 1) a fellow monster hunter who doesn't know her that well, 2) a brother-in-law-twice-removed who's a complete pushover, and 3) a brother-in-law-once-removed who's totally checked out of the situation, so there's nobody to really keep her in check. which means that for the first time in her life, Holy has to actually mature on her own and come to terms with the fact that her actions have consequences. and that's, like, an inevitable and always-difficult part of growing up, but... it's now coupled with the act of brutally killing (a version of) one of her best friends, and the nagging doubt about whether he really needed to die, which then makes her question her black-and-white view of what a 'monster' is

and the crazy part about all of this is that Helgrid specifically wanted to avoid these kinds of traumas when she was training Holy, but that's simply not possible when you're dealing with violence. is the kind of violence that Holy and Helgrid do, the violence of protecting others, necessary? maybe. but it's also inevitably destructive and traumatizing for everyone involved by the very nature of violence. if Holy had been trained, but never experienced this kind of tragedy, she'd just be another person who glorifies the idea of violence with no concept of the consequences.

this comic essentially sums up my thoughts on their relationship best:

thinking about my and my friends ocs and the idea of violence as both a necessary evil and inherently traumatizing to all involved and going craaaazyyyy

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A companion to - “Supply Chains and a Novel Path to Conflict”

Just noting down a few thoughts here about the article here:

https://geopoliticalfutures.com/supply-chains-and-a-novel-path-to-conflict/

This piece is written by George Friedman, the founder of Geopolitical Futures, the online publication on strategy. While I can never match up in knowledge and experience, I have a few thoughts that could’ve made this piece better. But in naivete I may have made some mistakes too.

In his article, he says, "Two things help define supply chains. One is availability; there are some things that are available only in one place or another. The second is price; in some places the cost of production is lower, frequently because the cost of labor is lower"

However, land/labour/capital also together known as factors of production make only one side of the picture. Urban geographers would have been slightly more nuanced. The third very important pillar of a supply chain is market. (where to sell, how to get things to where you want to sell).

Strategically, you can either track/attack/armtwist the origin (production factors), the path (i.e, the transport of goods) or the market itself.

"The interest and cultures of two nations are different. In the event of a joint national disaster, each one may act differently as both have different nations to care for. The supply chain can shift, but taken as a whole, not quickly". 

Interests and cultures are quite deeply rooted in purpose and history even as that might not be the only root. But even as streams in general, the similarities and differences between economic strategy and geopolitical strategy appear as subtle hums when it comes to purpose and as Friedman says, deeply intertwined. In a supply chain, well, at least a globalized one like today’s, the purpose of having economic strategies is not to emulate (Don’t go bragging about making the next Silicon Valley anywhere else! It’s success lies in its uniqueness (in time, in regionality, in ambient conditions and so forth). We as a civilization have, in some cases and must, in other cases, learn this from the one too many examples the world has given us that blind emulation is a mistake. It is however only advantageous for us, to pick a position where we can best be an integral part of the value system and then keep maintaining and strengthening that position. Economic positioning in a global supply chain is based more on functional parameters and it is easier to come up with ideas for re-positioning oneself in an connected (through communications technologies), globalized (through exchange of ideas) world. 

One would think, that COVID has affected everyone equally whether rich or poor, whether populous or sparse and so forth and therefore this makes it an equalizer. But COVID is far from an equalizer. It is akin to the stopping of music in a musical chair game. One does not consciously think about the fact that ‘music is going to start and we are all going to run’. One is neccesaarily thinking about the fact that, “When the music stops the next time, I need to be closer to THAT chair because it is the quickest to catch from where I’ll be and therefore I will run how much I need to for that”. 

On the other hand through the geopolitical lens, the word says it all, geo. This is still classic. There is little change in the nature of this strategy. This strategy is dependent on one’s geography. While in economic strategies one does have some leeway to emulate something from another nation and see if it works for oneself, in geopolitics, it cannot, will not work.This strategy is dependent on who your neighbours are, who your friends are and how they can help/harm you. The purpose therefore, is to determine which attributes of your own geography you can use in order to levitate yourself, thereby, resulting in what would inevitably become a position in the international pecking order. This pecking order does not simply including economic interlinkages, the political, social & military too. The international pecking order does not simply fathom without ideologies playing a role in them. Hence the word ‘grand’ on geopolitical strategies. Economic thought for two nations having the same ‘physical’ advantage of extensive sea and port access ends up necessarily being different because nations thrive on ‘comparative’ advantage unlike individual firms that thrive on ‘competitive’ advantage. Your friends, adversaries, allies and mutual enemies change based on the exigiency of the situation. Hence, something like COVID does not have the capacity to change the political, social and military identities of nations, will not merely on the basis of economic shifts, manage to change this pecking order very significantly although it does, to some extent.

“The more complex a system is, the more likely it is to fail, and the harder it is to fix.”

I’m not sure if this is entirely true and seems like a shallow assessment. Without exploring the nature of a complex system, however intertwined it may be, it is not accurate to say it will more likely fail based on complexity alone. But there is one other thing. Time, is of the essence.

COVID that way, is a time of introspection and strategic preparation. Our earlier foresight has been shaken. Whatever we thought we could do with a pre-covid economy, is now either lost or delayed. Even then, our purpose remains the same. Hence, this is an opportunity to create a better foresight and a better future. On the date that this piece is written, if we have not even started a skeleton to use after COVID is under control, we are already behind.

“Now, the general who wins a battle makes many calculations in his temple ere the battle is fought.” - Sun Tzu

In a game of chess, one prepares. The movement of pawns and knights (in this case political and economic knobs), bides their time, waits for enemies to makes mistakes and learn from them, positions oneself to the maximum advantage before hitting the final move of taking over.

The question is what sense can you make out of this opportunity as a nation.  A pandemic is a brilliant test of values, character and integrity of a nation. Self preservation is the fundamental duty in such a situation.The answer is, this sense depends on how well we understand ourselves. This is a time to keep close restrains on greed and haughtiness because the moment the COVID crisis lifts out, the conditions make it very easy for the ‘vyasanas’ as Kautilya would have described them, to take over, especially when it comes to decisions around reviving the economy. But it is also a time to discuss which of our economic plans are more useful now (than ever before) and will need an immediate ramp up while which can still be put on hold during the time our people continue to heal.

Internally, it is useful for a leader to let the crisis test out which of a national leader’s ministers is worthy of bestowing rewards upon and which of the wicked deserve what punishment becuase it is the ministers who would execute the umbrella order of “I’m shutting this place down early enough for you to prepare. Don’t let your people’s health get affected. Keep their trade clear and let them survive through this time without the hardship of money or having to ward off theives or fight oppression.” It is the physicians who are working day and night to make people better but will also suffer from some elements that malpractice. One has to be extremely alert on that front and investigate thoroughly to assign punishments. It is extremely important to identify the sources of black marketeering and hoarding at this time, gain control over them and only when the right time comes, use them to strategic advantage of slow-hitting an adversary’s markets. It is important for the population to as a duty, display to their leaders their solidarity with the supereme vision of surviving this pandemic by following ministerial orders. The quicker this pandemic goes away comes under our control, the more crucial it becomes to be shrewd about hitting revival buttons after lockdows are over. 

Externally however, due to the nature of COVID crisis, there is little enemity among nations caused by the of the closure of borders. Every nation understands the need to protect, lift back its own citizens from various places and care for them until they are well enought to get back out there. That does not become a cause for geopolitical tensions in a pandemic. In fact, if you’re surviving well, providing whatever aid you can to a friend or the ally of a friend in times of need is something one could do and be called a good sport to be trust. 

I’m not sure for example, if India’s superiority in pharmaceutical production makes for a position in the regular supply chains but when it comes to delivering during a pandemic, it would want to be seen as a trustworthy ally to have or as ‘India is good at something and has been coming forward in a global battle with whatever it can not just its own but ones around it too’. That narrative should matter.

When the crisis is over, it will not be a ‘new world order’. It will be the same old world but where you stand in that world could be different if you introspected, understood and sought after your purpose.

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Bungie Weekly Update - 6/22/17

This week at Bungie we’re planning a monument to all of your wins.

Even before our old friend Cayde revealed that your stuff (but, more importantly, his stuff) would soon fall prey to the Red Legion, we let you know that we were going to honor our veteran players who join us again in Destiny 2. Today, we’re going to shine a little light on what you can expect if you count yourself among those ranks.

We say a little light, because we have competing goals to contend with on this subject. Some of the ways in which we’ll tip our hat to your legacy in Destiny 2, and some of the ways you’ll be able to show all the young pups that you’d become legend long before they were ever reborn in the Cosmodrome, are best left for you to experience for yourself. Others are little touches that will fall snuggly into the realm of “you just had to be there.” We’re not going to spoil them for you right here and right now.

On the other hand, we do have a handful of emblematic accomplishments that could compel you to tie up some loose ends this summer. We’d hate to have you look back on this time once Destiny 2 launches and wonder why we just didn’t let you know that if you’d just done that one last thing prior to August 1st, 2017, you’d have one more memento to add to your visible Destiny 1-era accomplishments in Destiny 2.

In the spirit of saving some small, but hopefully emotionally impactful surprises for you to experience first-hand in Destiny 2, and in the interest of arming you with the information you need to form your plan of attack over the next few months, here are seven Destiny 1 gameplay accomplishments that we’ll be carrying over into Destiny 2.

All values and statistics for illustration purposes only

In Destiny 2, the real estate just above your Guardian in the character screen is being commandeered to reflect the design of your currently equipped emblem. Emblems will still be visible in orbit while you’re forming your Fireteam, as you would expect, as well. If this sort of personal touch is the type of thing that floats your boat, then you’ll want to pay close attention to the selection of emblems below, and the things you’ll need to accomplish in order to add them to your new collection. Fair warning for those of you who joined us in progress: Some of these emblems have been reserved for Guardians who stood together during specific, triumphant moments in time. In the literal sense of the word, the four emblems that fall into that category are strictly about commemorating and respecting the deeds of those who were there with us at the beginning of our first and second year of adventures. Two, however, are still actively achievable as part of the Age of Triumph record book, and one is tied directly to your still malleable Grimoire score. We’ll be tracking the deeds associated with these rewards until August 1, 2017. After that, the data will be frozen in time so we can begin the migration process for the launch of Destiny 2.

Destiny 2 Memorialization Emblems

Laurel Triumphant

You completed a Moment of Triumph during Destiny’s first year. Laurea Prima II

You completed all 10 Moments of Triumph during Destiny’s first year. Slayer of Oryx

You owned The Taken King and completed a Moment of Triumph during Destiny’s second year. Heard the Call

You owned The Taken King and completed all 8 Moments of Triumph during Destiny’s second year. Young Wolf

You owned Rise of Iron and reached Rank 2 in the Age of Triumph record book. Saladin's Pride

You owned Rise of Iron and reached Rank 7 in the Age of Triumph record book. Lore Scholar

Your achieved a Grimoire score of over 5,000 in Destiny 1. 

Whether you’ve been with us from the very beginning and failed to spend your Strange Coins on Gjallarhorn in week 2, rose up for the first time to throw shade at Oryx deep within his creepy loot-filled fortress, or took your first steps in the snow of Old Russia after hearing the howls of Lord Saladin’s wolfpack, it has been our honor to host you in our world. We’re looking forward to our next big adventure together this September, but before we get there, we have some moments to forecast before the sequel drops.

Track these dates below. They may impact the way you remember the past, spend time in the present, or decorate yourself in the future.

Securing Your Age of Triumph Shirt

You have until August 1, 2017 to reach Rank 7 and unlock the discounted offer to claim your Age of Triumph Shirt . While they will not be their last occurrences, you might need to complete some of these activities to be counted in your Age of Triumph Record Book.

Every Weekend: Trials of Osiris

July 4, 2017: Iron Banner

July 4, 2017: King’s Fall Weekly Featured Raid

July 11, 2017: Wrath of the Machine Weekly Featured Raid

July 18, 2017: Crota’s End Weekly Featured Raid

July 18, 2017: Daybreak Month Begins

July 25, 2017: Vault of Glass Weekly Featured Raid

August 1, 2017: Age of Triumph Shirt Offer Expires!

Live Game Transitions

Destiny 2 is rapidly approaching, like a sneak attack that’s just about to crest the horizon. This means that our two competitive end game experiences will be going into hibernation before reemerging to spread their beautiful wings in unexpected ways in Destiny 2.

If you fancy yourself forged in the fires of the Crucible, you’ll want to mark these dates:

August 1, 2017: Final Destiny 1-era Iron Banner

August 11, 2017: Final Destiny 1-era Trials of Osiris

Weekly Featured Activities 

You’ll still find all theicons in the lower left of your Director, including Crucible playlists, Story playlists, Strike playlists, and featured Raids.

Xûr

Yup! That snake-faced bastard will still make his weekend appearances in a location chosen for him. His will, after all, is not his own.

Console Exclusives

The weapons, armor, and playable activities that have been available only on PlayStation will transfer to the Xbox in October, 2017. Exclusive content from The Taken King will migrate to all four launch platforms, including legacy consoles – including PlayStation 4, PlayStation 3, Xbox One, and Xbox 360. Exclusive content from Rise of Iron will only migrate to PlayStation 4 and Xbox One. We’ll follow up with a more exact date before it arrives.

Building a Better BETA

They are the men and women of Destiny Player Support. They keep the Internet safe for action and adventure. They lead an army of community volunteers in the fight against game-crashing bugs. One of them shaved his face baby smooth this week due to a near-fatal trimming accident. 

This is their report.

Destiny Server Maintenance and DowntimeIn preparation for the Destiny 2 Beta, Destiny Servers will be taken offline for maintenance.

Date: Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Start: 7AM Pacific (2 PM UTC)

Expected Completion: 4PM Pacific (11 PM UTC)

Players will be unable to sign in to Destiny servers for the duration of this maintenance. Additionally, some Bungie.net and Destiny Companion features will be unavailable. For all vital information about server maintenance, please see this Help Article. If you experience any issues signing in once maintenance has completed, please post a report to the #Help forum.

Destiny Server Queue

In preparation for Destiny 2, the Destiny server queue has been enabled in the event that the population exceeds the capacity of our data center. This queue will only impact players attempting to sign in, and will not affect players attempting to launch into activities or social spaces. Leading up to the Destiny 2 Beta and after the launch of Destiny 2, we expect players may experience this queue during times of high activity or maintenance periods. 

In the coming weeks, Destiny Player Support will be publishing a FAQ to help.bungie.net to explain this feature in depth and answer any questions you may have. Stay tuned to @BungieHelp for further announcements.

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GTA Online Guide: How to Play, Easy Money Tips, Build Rep Fast

Need to attempt GTA Online, however aren't exactly certain what you ought to do? Here's an abundance of data and tips on the best way to begin, how to win great cash - and how to abstain from getting slaughtered by imbeciles! Presently refreshed for PS4 and Xbox One!

While GTA Online is an enormously multiplayer web based game, you in reality just play with 29 other individuals at some random time (on current-gen reassures, less on PS3 and Xbox 360). It includes essentially a similar open world as the single-player form, and you're allowed to wander any place you need. Notwithstanding, explicit missions and exercises are instanced – ie, you get put into a region where just you and whichever different players you've assembled up with legitimately can see one another.

For additional on GTA Online, head on over to our GTA 5 and GTA Online Guides Hub. Over yonder you'll discover information on GTA Online Heists and GTA Online Gunrunning.

What is GTA Online?

While you're meandering around the open world, you're reasonable game for different players, so remain on your toes. On the off chance that you need to play Online solo, load the story mode, and essentially select GTA Online from the menu as "welcome as it were." Playing solo limits your character's advancement to some degree; the most ideal approach to play is to connect with different players at the earliest opportunity and generate whatever instanced action you're keen on. That way you can keep off the beaten path of griefers, and essentially focus on finishing missions and having some good times.

There are measures set up to debilitate players from continually executing different players, however actually, in the gta v online cheats event that somebody needs to be an ass, they will. So when you're in free meander, look out for stuff like getting killed the minute you leave an emergency clinic in the wake of being killed. Autos can likewise be booby-caught, so treat enticing looking vehicles with alert and take a gander at how they're left. In the event that it doesn't feel right, proceed onward.

To capitalize on GTA 5, you need companions to work with. Step up to the plate and welcome individuals to go along with you. More often than not, individuals are more joyful to cooperate than waste cash and time battling one another.

What to do when you land in GTA Online

Watch for white spots

They're different players you're imparting your server to. In the event that you see one moving toward you at speed, prepare. They may very well escape for cops, or just going through on their way to a vocation. Yet, they may likewise be a griefer determined to bust some skulls, so discover spread, haul out your firearm and remain chilly until you realize what's up. One thing to recollect: most stores and organizations are sans pvp zones, where players can do little else than affront you. So look for shelter on the off chance that you have to, and sit it out until the individual proceeds onward.

Discover a few companions. Or on the other hand toxic acquaintances. Either will do

The most ideal approach to play GTA Online is to welcome individuals to go along with you as a gathering – or basically trust that somebody will start a gathering welcome. On the off chance that the general population you're playing with are a bit poop, you should gta v money cheat need to go off and do a portion of the performance exercises laid out underneath. However, in the event that it turns out they're very helpful, you can continue playing with them by utilizing the post-work casting a ballot menu to replay the earlier activity (profoundly prescribed if it's simple or potentially worthwhile), or begin another one.

Gathering exercises produce 20% more rep than solo runs. Additionally, it's constantly worth playing a mission again to get an ideal score, as it's constantly simpler the second time around, and on the off chance that you do get everything right, the Rep reward is sweet.

Keep in mind that on the off chance that you are a forceful player and slaughter a great deal of different players, you'll become an abundance target and will probably be chased down for cash. Likewise, in case you're a dick and holler at individuals, you'll all around likely get adversely positioned. In spite of the fact that it's initial days, it appears that Bad Sports are tossed into servers with similar players – which may be fun on the off chance that you like that kind of thing, however ought to be dodged on the off chance that you would prefer not to battle for yourself against 15 other individuals who simply love being jerks.

Try not to get the primary vehicle you see (except if it's a decent one). Discover one that you can live with, as the main vehicle you stall out with until you purchase another.

First goal: Steal a great car

When you touch base in Los Santos out of the blue, don't take the primary vehicle you see. Glance around for one that you like - on the grounds that the principal vehicle you take is the one you need to use until you can purchase another one. Not at all like the single-player game, you won't almost certainly discover premium vehicles at first, so search for something that is better than average enough to live with, and won't irritate you as time goes on.

When you gain more money, you can take a vehicle you need to keep to a Los Santos Customs shop, go to Loss/Theft Prevention and purchase a Tracker for it. It's $2,000, yet it makes the vehicle yours - and lets you effectively recoup it should it go "missing". Get protection as well. It's costly, but at the same time it's justified, despite all the trouble over the long haul for reasons that will turn out to be clear. Like some joke taking your ride and stopping it at the base of a store.

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The Online variant of Los Santos is a pitiful hive of filth and villainy, and isn't the kind of spot you need to stroll about outfitted with only a self-loader gun. So except if you're Martin Riggs (find it, kids), your quick goal ought to get your hands on a not too bad firearm with the goal that you can at any rate secure yourself, or take part in some hostile battle should the open door emerge.

Accepting you have enough cash, the "best" firearm to purchase is the one you're most agreeable and compelling with. So that should settle on it a basic decision: purchase whatever firearm you utilize the most in the single-player game.

Third target: Buy a carport

While expensive, this is the following thing you have to get. It's the place you can store your vehicles, and you truly do need to do that.

Remember to agree to accept Rockstar's Social Club. On the off chance that you do, when you get a carport, visit the Legendary Motorsports site on your telephone and purchase a free Elegy RH8. This thing is a great base vehicle for Street Racing.

You can develop your notoriety an assortment of ways. On the off chance that you're a certain driver, you can irritate the cops and after that avoid them to gradually and relentlessly develop notoriety. Simply ensure you don't hit multiple stars except if you're extremely certain, as you'll finish up squandering a great deal of time attempting to beat the warmth.

Doing tasks and for the most part helping individual players makes you a "Decent Sport" and will definitely gain you Rep and reward money. Along these lines, amusing however it might sound considering you're playing a standout amongst the most vicious amusements around, oppose the compulsion to go around like a numbskull, shooting everybody you see. Also, be lovely to individuals, regardless of whether they're definitely not. A few players rush to geek rage, and on the off chance that they do, simply quit out of the gathering and abstain from getting sucked into their babble.

Okay cash: Stealing vehicles

In the event that you simply need to do things solo, the most secure introductory approach to make cash is to take vehicles. Voyage the avenues searching for basic ordinary vehicles, which are worth great cash. When you've jacked your ride, head to the closest Los Santos Customs shop. Try not to drive like a blockhead: the more minty crisp the vehicle is the point at which you arrive, the more it's value. Autos sell for between $3-$8k, which on a long haul normal works out about $4.5k per conveyance. A decent, enduring pay, especially on the off chance that you appreciate driving and don't think of it as a granulate.

Enormous tip: don't go taking top of the line sports vehicles, as those aren't sought after. SUVs and Coupes are typically excellent cash. Cars and econoboxes are commonly worth less.

Likewise recall that you can just offer one vehicle for every in-game day, so implies one at regular intervals or something like that. Watch out for the clock, and you can keep the green coming in, especially in the event that you join it with another okay action.

Another method for creating money for vehicles is through Simeon. Check your telephone normally for his instant messages wherein he'll request explicit vehicles. Convey that vehicle to him, and you'll win a pleasant wad of cash. Also, once more, be cautious when taking the vehicle to the drop-off point. Speed of conveyance isn't as significant as ensuring your stolen ride touches base in flawless condition.

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Debbie Down the Rabbit Hole in “Companion Land”

Our story starts in a far away land known only to the lucky few that have found their life partner as “Relationship Land.”  Debbie grew further and further from her partner here in “Relationship Land” so she ventured out to find a new world. Others have talked about it, but she herself knew nothing about it.  When people would speak of this new land some would share beautiful stories and adventures and others would tell stories of soul ripping, gut wrenching pain. Regardless she longed to find out for herself what might find her when she arrived. 

Debbie is an adventure seeking, curious, independent, loving and hard working woman. She loves a good challenge and nearly detests anything that is just given to her as she has worked hard in her life for everything she has.  She forgives easily and almost certainly gives way to many chances to those that didn't even deserve a first chance.  She is kind, funny and has qualities most men find very attractive.  Any man finding this woman is quite aware they are fortunate to have had her or have her in his life.  Debbie does however come with some negatives as well.  She needs and wants confirmation on a regular basis, she's very aware that this is a insecurity within herself.  She just requires it.  She is attention seeking, and often times looked at by the same sex (prior to getting to know her of course) as something outside of who she actually is.  Debbie turns her nose up to any kind of help from the outside, unless she is asking for it (which isn't often).  She has massive trust issues some would need a ladder to get over the gigantic wall she has seemingly built around her heart.  Also you must get past the gnome named “jiffy” who will undoubtedly have a few riddles a song and dance for you to preform prior to having access to her heart.  Needless to say you will have to put forth some effort to get this girl. Many have tried and very few have successfully succeeded or will succeed. 

Our newfound adventure starts when leaving the world of “Relationship Land” and finally getting out on her own.  While walking down the steep narrow red brick road path she finds an off beaten, and tattered dirt road trail she finds curiously familiar, but different. While walking down this beaten path she is greeted by a White Rabbit for fun we will call him ��Roger.”  He greets her with a smile but is on a time crunch and has to run.  Typically Roger the “White Rabbit” is always a little too busy, and usually blind to the needs of Debbie. Roger is the type that when a woman walks away from them or I guess more so when he runs from her, she finds herself still yearning for more.  Still feeling drawn to him.  This is the guy, the girl will write massive texts to begging for some form of an answer as to why she wasn't good enough, why he never gave her more time.  However the most basic answer ladies I can tell you about this type, is you in his mind, were never his, and he was never yours.  He never took you seriously.  He never saw himself being long term with you.  So while drawing you in, keeping you guessing and making you feel more curious about him.  He is not thinking of you at all.  In fact you are just a mere side bitch in his world currently.  I’m sorry, but I'm not sorry.  You will forever be stuck in this zone with him because you are saying it’s ok by allowing it to continue.  

Debbie goes on to feel his distance, but unfortunately for her is still curious and still feeling that magnetic pull to him. So Debbie proceeds to push him away further and by now he is running, sprinting and hurdling to get away from you. While doing so Debbie sees Roger jump into a very dark, deep hole.  All of a sudden he disappears, he's gone.  She looks inside the hole and just as she is peeking her head inside she loses her footing and falls in.  

Deeper and Deeper she falls, feeling dizzy and near vomiting at the sheer terror she is sure to be facing.  Completely unaware of what will become of her at the bottom of this hole.  She finally comes to a stop, and is safe but a little damaged from the fall.  She picks herself up, reads the sign and realizes she's exactly where she wanted and chose to be.  This beautiful but dark land has a large green sign at the entrance that states “Welcome to Companion Land, where we don't promise that any of your dreams will ever come true.  Population:124.6 million.” (Of course thats a real number of how many single people there are in America alone. ) So the adventure begins as she proceeds to take her very first steps into companion land.  Nervous, scared, bruised, but excited as she begins her journey.   

While walking she is talking to herself, she looks like a crazy person to people who could be passing or watching her from afar, but to her she is processing.  Processing that pain that is left within her heart.  Just as she is finishing up her therapy session with herself she is taken aback when a caterpillar larger than the other ones approaches her.  “This shit is starting to get weird” she thinks to herself.  Were off to a smashing start, one so good that would only be best compared to the shit show that would be two hulk sized men combined, most certainly high on ketamine.  Either way it was what it was and Debbie needed to face this one head on as well.  

“Whooooo are you?”  He asks in a very condescending manner.  Debbie responds “I hardly even know anymore sir, because I’ve changed so many times just this morning and I know I am not the person I was before.”  She goes on to tell him a little of her adventure thus far and the tale of Roger, whom is so far off in the distance now that she is merely calling him a tale and not her current present situational hurt.  The caterpillar or for the pure excitement of this story we’ll call him “Caleb” goes on to share his side of things as well.  Except when he explains his situation he is defensive and already waiting for her to judge him for who he once was.  Caleb doesn’t even realize she comes from a place of pain as well and is far from judging him for his past trials and tribulations.  

Caleb is quick witted, has a sharp tongue that gets used in terrible ways at times, he is better than most everyone at anything he puts his mind to, and he financially does very well for himself.  He is smart to a point where he is awkwardly suave with women. He flashes tales of how he spends his earnings and how he makes his earnings turning only the shallow, fleeting women onto him.  A girl of substance is not impressed by this.  She finds him impressive for the other things he possesses. Also his tale of his trails in “Companion Land” Debbie finds equally appealing and intriguing.  She yearns to learn more about him.  He lets her in for a mere second only to take it back from her as quickly as it was given.  Caleb is a guarded man. He is not a bad man for being so guarded, he just might have a much larger wall built around his heart including, but not limited to the leprechaun that guards his heart that will make you leap over a rainbow and guess the a number between one and a million unfortunately Debbie didn't see all that until it was much too late. Realizing this journey will not be complete here, she decides to press forward.  Again, still a little damaged, however this time a bit more understanding.  

She continues her trails on the off beaten path, still talking to herself.  Finding herself more curious where the road is to end, and what will be there when she completes it.  The hurt was surface level only this time, as she didn't quite let the walls down completely with Caleb.  The thing with guarded people is the only true thing they face when being rejected in such a way after not fully letting their wall down is a broken ego.  Which fortunately for her is a lot easier to get over than a broken heart.  So she moves on, this time feeling hopeful and ready to meet someone new.

Alice is a wanderer, she wanders with no care in the world and begins to space out entirely.  When walking she is surprised when an image appears in the clouds.  The clouds start to come down in a fog like motion, this time it feels dangerous and scary, but exciting.  She is enjoying herself far too much for what is actually happening.  Finally out of the fog, comes what looks to be a cat.  A Cheshire Cat. One that looks alarmingly familiar to that of a Disney movie character.  However this one has a name.  “Hi I saw you from afar and thought it would be a good time to introduce myself, I’m Chester.”  She was so thrilled to be meeting someone so new, and he seemed so exciting she goes on to give away her position of excitement far too quickly. “Hey Chester, I’m so happy to meet you, you have no idea.  I have just been walking this path wondering if I’d meet anyone else.  I have to say I’m glad its you.”  Chester backs up a little bit just to give her a non-verbal warning sign to take it down a notch, however sadly for him she has not taken notice and she takes another step further into his personal bubble.  This dance she is playing with him is dangerous as he is one that will spook very easy.  His history actually suggests not to ever get too close as he fades away a lot. 

 Chester is unpredictable, cunning, mysterious, sneaky and typically a bit of a comical relief which is why people get hooked to his personality.  You will never see Chester when you’d like to see him.  You will only see him when he feels he would like to utilize his time to see you. You often times are lost in thought when speaking to him but only because you consistently on a regular basis  wondering what could possibly be on his mind today.  He refuses to tell you his day to day and the way he comes in and out of your life is downright intolerable.  However Debbie is weak and allows this behavior to continue because she is lonely.  She has not found herself yet in this newfound land and is seeking that self inside of the men she has met thus far.  She is sad but puts on a face for Chester each time in her journey he has come to see her.  She doesn't want to lead on that he has disappointed her.  Instead she tends to give him more of herself to the point of being completely emotionally drained. To which in turn he uses this newfound attachment against her and finds a way to use her for his own personal punching bag.  With each blow she grows weaker and weaker.  Her ego is completely tossed away at this point as she is begging for an inch of her old life back.  

She asks why and how is a man capable of making a someone feel so terrible about themselves.  (fully knowing it is more than likely a fault that could only be found within herself)  He goes on to tell her its only because “she is mad and everyone in this world is mad”.. Debbie frantically replies “But, Chester I don't want to get myself back out there among mad people.”  “Oh but you can't help that Debbie, were all mad, you're mad, I'm mad, everyone.”  Chester replies.  “How could you possibly know I'm mad” Debbie defensively remarks “You must be” said Chester “or you wouldn't have come here.”  See Relationship land was comfortable, inviting, familiar.  This land was so far full of ache, and pain mixed with a few good times that were less memorable.  She was near ready to go back, but she knew at this point she was too deep to turn back now.  Chester is gone again, which was no surprise.  Debbie knew he would be and eventually he would fade away for good.  But for now, while still weak she would patiently wait for his return until she got strong enough to say no more.  She is still waiting on this moment.  Thankfully before leaving again the last time Chester pointed Debbie to a direction that seemed to be a little less rocky and a provide a much smoother path much more meant for walking on.  

Along this path is when she sees the sun start to shine down on her and for the first time in a very long time and for the first time on this journey she is feeling the warmth that is the sun.  She is smiling again and feeling whole.  Along this cheery disposition that is her new life she begins to think about Chester again. Wondering what he's up to, and when he will reappear again.  Its in this moment while lost in thought and stuck inside her head daydreaming she runs right into two men who are oddly standing in the dead center of the road in her direct path.  She stops as she is not able to get past them and is confused.  She looks at them with big doe eyes and begins to glare at them.  She loudly wails “excuse me!”  They both continue to stare blankly at her blinded by her beauty.  Almost as if they have never seen a girl so captivating, intriguing and when she talked they could tell she was educated and a true diamond in the rough.  Both men were eager to know her. 

 This is your Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum however again for the stories sake they introduced themselves as “Tad and Tim.”   “Oh hi”, she awkwardly replied “I am Debbie, however I am walking this long journey and I have plans so I must be going now.”  She proceeds to walk the path as they follow her.  “Listen boys, I am not really looking for anyone right now to walk this journey with me so I’m going to continue on.  Its nothing against you I just have people to meet.”  They appear hurt and withdrawn, but still waiting and watching her every move.  Tim asks Debbie “but why can't we join that journey and maybe even walk a little together?” Debbie is taken back, this is the first man who has actually pursued her, wanted her love, longed to be around her instead of the other way around.  They were content with just her.  It was an insane thought but she thought just maybe this could be my end game, the end of my long journey.  Still feeling from the loss of Chester in her life and his absence becoming longer and longer she said to herself “what the hell, how do you know unless you try?”   

She decides to walk this smooth more frequently traveled path with Tim and even Tad.  See, these men are the road most traveled because they are your man who tries to fricken hard.  They are the guy you are not challenged enough by.  See some will settle for this man because he is easy, willing to bend in ways most men shouldn't and he is sweet.  However this kind of girl just sees him as boring.  Her life, and world is treated as an adventure.  How could she possibly settle for an easy road kind of guy?  She needs a man who banters with her, makes her work for it (not in a mean, vicious way)  in a way that teaches her he is a prize to be won as well.  She finds Tim and Tad annoying the more he puts himself in her path, blocking her way rather than walking beside her as he promised he would initially.  He longs to lock her down, and quickly because he sees her for the prize she is.  However she's not looking for this type and she can already see things in him that will not work long term.  She knows she has to move on despite the kind, honest and caring men they are.  Again this is a fault she sees and accepts within herself and someday the man along her journey is going to find her, and be all of these things she just hasn't found yet.  She explains these things to Tim and Tad and walks away with her head hung low knowing she broke his heart but her heart did not belong to him.  

Our less than faithful, comical favorite Cheshire Cat, Chester has yet to reappear back into our lives, so while that hope has been dashed Debbie continues her journey.  There is no other way to go now, except forward and we've gone far too far to go back.  So continue on, we must go.  Just as all hope was lost, and most of all her ego is gone she spots a white tale.  Her heart sinks to the floor and she forces herself through the rosed thorny bush to see beyond the tall grass where she spotted the tale.  She is filled with an ample amount of emotions as she watches him still off in the distance eating what looks to be a carrot.  She approaches, this time slowly.  She doesn’t want to spook him as she did before.  He spots her just as she is approaching him.  He goes to make a run for it but at this point she is far to close and near facing him.  It would not only be awkward to walk away but also there wasn't very many places he could run.  He was now facing her head on.  The only words she could leak from her mouth were questions of why.  She knew she was coming on strong but she had no better way to approach the pain that filled her with so much doubt to her decision to even come to this land.  After all this whole thing started chasing him into the mysterious black hole.  She said “Roger, I saw my future beginning and ending with you, Why?”  “Debbie” Roger exclaimed with his head hung lower than normal “I have no words as to why, just you weren't right for me and while you weren't right for me you will find your happily ever after, I am sorry.” While she knew it was the end of this happily ever after she felt closure.  It was enough for her to continue on, leaving him behind not looking back to even see if he watched her walk away.  She didn’t care.  He didn't hold her future.  He wouldn't be the ticket back to “Relationship land” and she made peace with that.  

She walks away ego bruised but still upright and proud from the last and final interaction with the man that made her chase him through “Companionship Land.”  

While walking still talking and reminiscing on her previous adventures she is dropped to her knees again and quickly when seeing a beautiful, hilarious, whimsical but oddly perplexing kind of man.  He intrigues her, and draws her in with his sheer beauty, the way. he moves, when he laughs how his whole face crinkles.  She smiles at the mere vision of his laughter.  He looks damaged, but beautifully damaged.  Not the kind of guy who needs saving, just the kind that might need a friend. He clearly has a crowd around him as he always does, but she knows she has to make her way to the center of that crowd if she wants him to notice her.  She at first blends herself in, but keeps herself in straight line of view.  She wants to be noticed, not seem desperate.  She continues to draw herself in closer and closer to him.  She goes in so close she now blends in with the crowd and begins to create friendships.  He notices her laughing with a friend and feels curious about her as he is drawn to her as well.  He gets closer to her but not enough to actually have to talk to her, but enough for her to realize he has now noticed her as well.  

This man is non other than your classic “Mad Hatter.”  However in this case his name is Mark.  Mark is everything as earlier described.  In fact he is probably everything her dream man could possibly be and look like.  He offers just enough challenge to keep her entertained, enough love to fulfill her every need and he is just as funny if not more funny than her.  He's amazing in every way, but thats only scratching the surface of Mark.  Mark approaches Debbie with a smile and continues to wow her with his charm, wit and pure entertainer status that mirrors hers completely.  They start this journey knowing each other are capable of fulfilling the other however as we know no life is a fairy tale and this is no exception to that rule.  

Scratching only the surface of this man who enjoys celebrating very merry unbirthdays and classically going out of his mind on occasion he fits in perfectly into companion land.  I’m not sure he is ready for Relationship land so they decide to walk a little slower.  Debbie is feeling emotionally attached at this point to this man.  She had no idea once again the heartbreak that might be finding her at the end of this tunnel.  See Mark moves at a much slower pace, however she is in love and could care less about his pace, even though its been best compared to that of a slug.  Women are unbelievable when it comes to being ok with things we’d never be ok with if we didn't have the emotional attachment.  Sadly we get emotionally attached before fully knowing all the things there are to know about this human, most because your heart is eager and your mind is a thinker. I say this because there are things that are unknown about the lovable Mad Hatter Mark.  He is a bad boy.  The absolute worst kind even, because someday when you call him out and when you tell this tale of this relationship no one will believe he is capable of the things you underwent.  

Unfortunately due to your attachment you will undergo an unnecessary amount of verbal and possible physical abuse prior to getting yourself out of this situation.  He uses drugs, usually uppers like Cocaine and Meth, sometimes appears positively mad. Some looking at the dysfunction might even say he is an undiagnosed man with bi-polar disorder.  So because Debbie found this out after her heart decided to foolishly jump in with both feet she's attached.  Despite her mind screaming at her “get the fuck out bitch!”  Unfortunately the heart wins these battles far more often because a broken heart feels much worse than a foolish mind.  Debbie spent many lonely sad days trying to make sense of him and often times told him he was positively mad to which he would always reply.  “Yes Debbie, I’ve gone mad, completely bonkers..but let me let you in on a secret, all the best people are!”  He tried to bring her down multiple times to the level he felt so comfortable on. It made him uncomfortable to have a woman that openly did not approve his actions he longed for approval for the things they both knew he would never receive from a pearl like Alice.  This road they were walking took a major halt and with two roads in front of them they knew they had to choose.  Walk this road together, or go separate ways.  They both decided they would go separate ways, both broken and hurting and foolishly hearing and feeling the pain that is a heart breaking.  

So here we are at the end of the journey.  There is still so much walking to be done for Debbie because her journey is far from over in Companion land however this is just one of the many problems in this world.  There are many times in the time of making my stories I have asked men and women to tell me their greatest love story.  The realness of the situation is every time these people have gone on to tell me this beautiful story filled with so much emotion and passion until they get to the end where they almost always end with the split road decision.  Leaving them choosing the separate paths that might someday lead back to one another but most of the time it ends grim and were left with another heart break under our belts.  Just remember when walking your path in Companion land... Your brain has no heart. You heart has no brain.  So when you speak  and make decisions with your mind you’ll seem heartless.  When you speak and make decisions with your heart you’ll seem thoughtless.  They don't work together and often times choosing one to trust is where and how you get yourself out of the land of pain and beauty.  

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Let Them Eat Dog

A modest proporsal for tossing Fido in the Oven By Jonathan Safran Foer

Despite the fact that it's perfectly legal in 44 states, eating "man's best friend" is as taboo as a man eating his best friend. Even the most enthusiastic carnivores won't eat dogs. TV guy and sometimes cooker Gordon Ramsay can get pretty macho with lambs and piglets when doing publicity for something he's selling, but you'll never see a puppy peeking out of one of his pots. And though he once said he'd electrocute his children if they became vegetarian, one can't help but wonder what his response would be if they poached the family pooch. 

Dogs are wonderful, and in many ways unique. But they are remarkably unremarkable in their intellectual and experiential capacities. Pigs are every bit as intelligent and feeling, by any sensible definition of the words. They can't hop into the back of a Volvo, but they can fetch, run and play, be mischievous and reciprocate affection. So why don't they get to curl up by the fire? Why can't they at least be spared being tossed on the fire? Our taboo against dog eating says something about dogs and a great deal about us. 

The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs. While written in a much different context, George Orwell's words (from "Animal Farm") apply here: "All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." So who's right? What might be the reasons to exclude canine from the menu? The selective carnivore suggests: 

 Don't eat companion animals. But dogs aren't kept as companions in all of the places they are eaten. And what about our petless neighbors? Would we have any right to object if they had dog for dinner? 

OK, then: Don't eat animals with significant mental capacities. If by "significant mental capacities" we mean what a dog has, then good for the dog. But such a definition would also include the pig, cow and chicken. And it would exclude severely impaired humans. Then: It's for good reason that the eternal taboos—don't fiddle with your crap, kiss your sister, or eat your companions—are taboo. Evolutionarily speaking, those things are bad for us. But dog eating isn't a taboo in many places, and it isn't in any way bad for us. Properly cooked, dog meat poses no greater health risks than any other meat.

 Dog meat has been described as "gamey" "complex," "buttery" and "floral." And there is a proud pedigree of eating it. Fourth-century tombs contain depictions of dogs being slaughtered along with other food animals. It was a fundamental enough habit to have informed language itself: the Sino-Korean character for "fair and proper" (yeon) literally translates into "as cooked dog meat is delicious." Hippocrates praised dog meat as a source of strength. Dakota Indians enjoyed dog liver, and not so long ago Hawaiians ate dog brains and blood. Captain Cook ate dog. Roald Amundsen famously ate his sled dogs. (Granted, he was really hungry.) And dogs are still eaten to overcome bad luck in the Philippines; as medicine in China and Korea; to enhance libido in Nigeria and in numerous places, on every continent, because they taste good. For centuries, the Chinese have raised special breeds of dogs, like the black-tongued chow, for chow, and many European countries still have laws on the books regarding postmortem examination of dogs intended for human consumption.

Of course, something having been done just about everywhere is no kind of justification for doing it now. But unlike all farmed meat, which requires the creation and maintenance of animals, dogs are practically begging to be eaten. Three to four million dogs and cats are euthanized annually. The simple disposal of these euthanized dogs is an enormous ecological and economic problem. But eating those strays, those runaways, those notquite-cute-enough-to-take and not-quite-well-behaved-enough-to-keep dogs would be killing a flock of birds with one stone and eating it, too. 

In a sense it's what we're doing already. Rendering—the conversion of animal protein unfit for human consumption into food for livestock and pets—allows processing plants to transform useless dead dogs into productive members of the food chain. In America, millions of dogs and cats euthanized in animal shelters every year become the food for our food. So let's just eliminate this inefficient and bizarre middle step. This need not challenge our civility. We won't make them suffer any more than necessary. While it's widely believed that adrenaline makes dog meat taste better—hence the traditional methods of slaughter: hanging, boiling alive, beating to death—we can all agree that if we're going to eat them, we should kill them quickly and painlessly, right? For example, the traditional Hawaiian means of holding the dog's nose shut—in order to conserve blood—must be regarded (socially if not legally) as a no-no. Perhaps we could include dogs under the Humane Methods of Slaughter Act. That doesn't say anything about how they're treated during their lives, and isn't subject to any meaningful oversight or enforcement, but surely we can rely on the industry to "self regulate," as we do with other eaten animals. Few people sufficiently appreciate the colossal task of feeding a world of billions of omnivores who demand meat with their potatoes. The inefficient use of dogs—conveniently already in areas of high human population (take note, local-food advocates)—should make any good ecologist blush. One could argue that various "humane" groups are the worst hypocrites, spending enormous amounts of money and energy in a futile attempt to reduce the number of unwanted dogs while at the very same time propagating the irresponsible nodog-for-dinner taboo. If we let dogs be dogs, and breed without interference, we would create a sustainable, local meat supply with low energy inputs that would put even the most efficient grass-based farming to shame. For the ecologically-minded it's time to admit that dog is realistic food for realistic environmentalists. 

 There is an overabundance of rational reasons to say no to factory-farmed meat: It is the No. 1 cause of global warming, it systematically forces tens of billions of animals to suffer in ways that would be illegal if they were dogs, it is a decisive factor in the development of swine and avian flus, and so on. And yet even most people who know these things still aren't inspired to order something else on the menu. Why? Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, craving and identity. Responding to factory farming calls for a capacity to care that dwells beyond information. We know what we see on undercover videos of factory farms and slaughterhouses is wrong. (There are those who will defend a system that allows for occasional animal cruelty, but no one defends the cruelty, itself.) And despite it being entirely reasonable, the case for eating dogs is likely repulsive to just about every reader of this paper. The instinct comes before our reason, and is more important.

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Dark Grimoire Tarot

https://liber-al.com/?p=42457&wpwautoposter=1559870597 Deliciously dark and grimly enchanting, this dread tarot will help you connect with your inner shadow. Strange creatures and powerful sorcerers dwell in savage landscapes-an inspiring realm where magick is reality. This ominous, exquisitely crafted tarot is ideal for magicians, witches, horror fans, and anyone drawn to the dark side. Boxed deck includes 78 full-color cards and instruction booklet Flip side of box is in Spanish: Tarot Oscuro de Grimoire The companion booklets for most Lo Scarabeo decks are in five languages: English, Spanish, French, Italian, and German. Editorial Reviews Summary: As dark and mysterious as the mythic world created by H. P. Lovecraft, the Dark Grimoire Tarot is strongly recommended for those mature enough and brave enough to examine their darker sides, and by coming to know and control those aspects of their psyches, be able to master themselves. This can lead to true maturity and what Jung called “individuation.” A powerful deck that may be better for personal evolution than for divination. Review: Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937) was a mildly successful writer of short stories known as “pulp fiction.” This was a designation based on the inexpensive, pocket-sized magazines where his stories appeared. These small magazines were published on cheap paper known as “pulp.” Today, only a few magazines that were originally “pulps” remain, one of them being FATE magazine. Most of the few that survived are now full-size. Lovecraft was deeply influenced by earlier and contemporary writers such as Ambrose Bierce and Robert W. Chambers, who not only told a story, but projected a mood. He eventually developed a style that featured a mood of horror lying just beyond what we normally see and hear, horror that is liable to break through into our unknowing world at any moment. He created an entire other world populated by evil powerful beings intent on taking over the Earth. According to the stories, people would try to contact these beings who eventually became part of what was known as the “Cthulhu Mythos.” Lovecraft even invented a mythical book that supposedly revealed the secrets of the beings, giving it the title of a book he had created in his childhood, The Necronomicon . Lovecraft’s stories are spooky, but on a literary basis he was no Shakespeare. He wasn’t even a Poe. But two things occurred that gave his stories extra life. First, because he wasn’t all that successful, he took many jobs ghostwriting stories for other people (he wrote one for Houdini). He included aspects of the Cthulhu Mythos in those stories. Second, he was part of a group of pulp writers that included Clark Ashton Smith, Robert E. Howard, Frank Belknap Long, Robert Bloch, and others. They would, on occasion, use aspects of the Mythos in their own stories. It became a sort of running gag between them, going to far as even using each other’s names, in disguise, in their stories. If you read many of these stories from different authors, and saw these similar names and characters, might you not assume that there might be something real in all of this? Indeed, for a time, used booksellers were frequently approached with requests for copies of the fictional Necronomicon . And when there is a demand, someone will eventually supply what was demanded. By the end of the 20th century, several versions of The Necronomicon had appeared. The most popular one blended a bit of Crowley, Sumerian magick, and quotes from Lovecraft into a supposed magickal system that was seemingly usable…or at least it was believed usable by the people who purchased the inexpensive mass market pocket edition that became available. Meanwhile, there had been during the 1960s-1980s a veritable explosion of interest in the works of Aleister Crowley. Quietly, almost out of nowhere, came a British writer named Kenneth Grant who claimed to have Crowley’s real secrets. Over the years his writings blended some concepts of Crowley with those of Lovecraft. This helped trigger a new interest in Lovecraft not as a fantacist, but as an unconscious revealer of actual occult secrets. The Cthulhu Mythos was alive, and the various versions of The Necronomicon were its Bible. Eventually, Donald Tyson and Anne Stokes did a Tarot deck based on these stories, The Necronomicon Tarot . But just as there are many versions of The Necronomicon , so, too, would there be multiple decks based on that vision. After spending a long time fascinated by the stories, artist and designer Michele Penco created a Tarot along this line, too. In other parts of the world it is known as the “Tarot of the Necronomicon.” In English it is called the Dark Grimoire Tarot . In actuality, it might be more appropriate to call this deck the “Lovecraft Tarot.” A cameo of his image is on the back of each card. Or perhaps it might be best called the “Cthulhu Mythos Tarot.” The images are taken from many of Lovecraft’s stories that make up the mythos. For example, the Two of Swords is clearly based on “The Music of Erich Zann,” a violinist who must play to keep horrifying demons at bay. The Three of Pentacles illustrates “Pickman’s Model” and the reason his art was so horrifyingly realistic. The Ten of Swords is obviously from “The Dunwich Horror,” showing a twin that was much more of his terrifying father than it was of his mother. On the other hand, calling it the Dark Grimoire Tarot is also valid on several accounts. First, the colors-mostly grays and sepia tones with a few very muted tints-are dark. Second, the imagery is also dark. The RWS tradition shows the Hanged Man hanging by his ankle and in a meditative or even ecstatic state. Here, the interpretation is quite literal, showing a man who has been so horrified by what he read in the Necronomicon that he has hanged himself in his dismal garret. To match the colors, the art itself is very simplistic and muted, no photographic realism as found in some decks today. This is certainly appropriate as it gives the flavor of some of the art found in the old pulp magazines. In my opinion this simplicity is a good thing. With muted, simplistic images you are forced to fill in the concepts with your own ideas. And that marks the true strength of this deck. According to the psychologist Carl Jung, we each have a positive side and a negative side. He called that dark side “the shadow.” He believed that part of human development is understanding and accepting that we each have a dark side, and then choosing to harness its power while eliminating its negative and antisocial aspects. He called this process “individuation.” Today, however, most people try to avoid facing their shadow. Everything has to be made 100% safe and “nicey-nicey” or someone is going to sue! Unfortunately, our world is not 100% safe and nicey-nicey. Submerging or ignoring the shadow doesn’t eliminate it. Rather, it allows it to fester and grow in the dark until, in some people, it explodes in acts we term “evil.” One way to prevent this is to face our shadow and come to terms with it. This deck, with its darkness and incomplete imagery, is absolutely perfect for allowing us to work on this process. This is a deck for the brave and mature. It is haunting and incredibly deep. Ffor personal growth this deck can be an important tool. The Little White Booklet (LWB) adds that this deck is “a key that can open forgotten doors in the darkest corners of the psyche, those doors hidden in the shadows and engulfed in spider webs. Opening those doors can mean gaining knowledge of our own fears and recognizing our own dark side, learning how it can balance our whole being.” Although the deck follows the basic format of the RWS, the symbolism of the Major Arcana is completely different, at best giving only implications of the RWS. The meanings of the cards may seem unfamiliar to you, as the Cups represent dreams, the Pentacles represent shadows, the Wands represent lights and creativity, and the Swords are demons. Most often they do not show the tool of their suit, although you will find each card labeled. Each suit is a type of separate grimoire. The meanings of these cards are based on the imagery and not necessarily the traditional RWS interpretations. Therefore, comparing this deck to other Tarot decks is simply impossible. It is its own creature. Perhaps, like Lovecraft’s “Evil Old Ones,” this has just been lurking just outside of our line of sight and is only seen through hints in our peripheral vision during our darkest nightmares, nightmares so real that when we wake we make sure that the windows are closed and the doors are locked. The Little White Booklet includes a five-card “Magic Pentagram” spread. And since it it modeled after the RWS deck, you can use it for other spreads, too. Don’t be surprised, however, if while giving a reading you slip into self-examination and confrontation with your own shadow. This deck is strongly recommended for personal meditative and spiritual work. However, as Lovecraft might have advised, don’t try using it when you’re alone-or when you think you’re alone-and in the dark. Deck Attributes Name of deck: Dark Grimoire Tarot Publisher: Llewellyn ISBN:9780738713847 Creator’s name: Michele Penco Brief biography of creators: Penco is an art designer living in Pisa, Italy, who is fascinated by all things Lovecraft. Name of accompanying book/booklet: Dark Grimoire Tarot Number of pages of booklet: 64 (14 in English) Authors of booklet: Giovanni Pelosini Brief biography of author: Pelosini is a Tarot artist and author. Available in a boxed kit?: No Magical Uses: Shadow work meditation, self-analysis, individuation Artistic Style: Illustration Original Medium: Pencil or chalk (?) Theme: H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthluhu Mythos Tarot, Divination Deck, Other: Tarot Does it follow Rider-Waite-Smith Standard?: Yes, in name if not in symbolism. Does it have extra cards?: No Does it have alternate names for Major Arcana cards?: No Does it have alternate names for Minor Arcana suits? : No Does it have alternate names for the Court Cards?: No Why was deck created?: “This deck of Tarot cards was inspired by the dream worlds of fantasy literature, by grimoires, whether real or imaginary, by the nightmares that they have generated and continue to generate in the depths of the subconscious. Book suggestions for Tarot beginners and this deck: Any introductory book on the Tarot. Books (collections of short stories) by H.P. Lovecraft. Book suggestions for experienced Tarot users and this deck: Books by Lovecraft, Kenneth Grant, and critiques of the Lovecraft/Occult linkage. Alternative decks you might like: Necronomicon Tarot from Donald Tyson and Anne Stokes andThe Shadow Tarot by Linda Falorio and Fred Fowler. – From the Publisher

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