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Flagler Village Fort Lauderdale Restaurants

Flagler Village is a vibrant neighborhood located in the heart of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It is an up-and-coming area known for its urban revitalization, artistic scene, and trendy atmosphere. If you're looking for Flagler Village Fort Lauderdale restaurants, EON Squared recommends YOLO (You Only Live Once), Coconuts, Empire Pizza Cafe, LBS Las Olas Bistro, The Foxy Brown, and 925 Nuevo's Cubano's. EON Squared is an apartment complex with four boutique towers and offers apartments from studios to three-bedroom units. It has a walk score of 92, categorizing it as a Walker’s Paradise. This means you can do daily errands without requiring a car.

Smart High Rise Apartments for Rent in Fort Lauderdale

Keyless unit entry, also known as electronic or smart locks, offers several benefits compared to traditional key-based entry systems. It eliminates the need for physical keys, which can be easily lost, forgotten, or misplaced. With keyless systems, residents can access their units using personalized codes, smartphone apps, key fobs, or biometric authentication methods, providing a convenient and hassle-free experience. When looking for high rise apartments for rent Fort Lauderdale area, choose EON Squared. Their apartment features keyless entry systems on top of the elegant finishes, providing you with a smart living experience.

The History of Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Fort Lauderdale, Florida, was originally inhabited by the Tequesta Native American tribe, who lived along the banks of the New River and the shores of the Atlantic Ocean. The name "Fort Lauderdale" comes from a series of forts that were built during the Second Seminole War (1835-1842). In the early 16th century, European explorers began to arrive in the region. Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de León visited the area in 1513 during his quest for the Fountain of Youth. In 1893, Frank Stranahan, who is a trader and businessman, built a trading post on the New River, which served as a hub for the local community. In the early 20th century, the city experienced a population boom and rapid growth. In the 1950s and 1960s, Fort Lauderdale became a popular destination for college students on spring break. It has developed and flourished since then.

Riverwalk Fort Lauderdale

Riverwalk Fort Lauderdale is a beautiful linear park and entertainment district located along the New River in downtown Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It stretches for approximately 2 miles and serves as a scenic waterfront promenade that offers residents and visitors a pleasant place to walk, jog, bike, or simply relax and enjoy the views. The park features lush landscaping, benches, picnic areas, and various public art installations, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere. You'll find a variety of attractions, restaurants, shops, and cultural institutions along the neighborhood including the Stranahan House, Las Olas Boulevard, Broward Center for the Performing Arts, Museum of Discovery and Science, and other historic buildings and sites.

Magnificent Beaches To Visit in Fort Lauderdale

Beaches offer breathtaking natural beauty with their pristine sandy shores, crystal-clear waters, and scenic coastal landscapes. The combination of the sun, sand, and sea creates a visually stunning environment that can be incredibly captivating and soothing. They provide a serene and tranquil setting where people can escape the hustle and bustle of daily life. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves, the gentle sea breeze, and the warm sun create a calming atmosphere that promotes relaxation, reduces stress, and rejuvenates the mind and body. Spending time at the beach allows people to soak up the sun's rays and benefit from vitamin D synthesis. Want to know which beach to head to when in the Fort Lauderdale area? Click here to find out.

Link to maps

Riverwalk Fort Lauderdale 888 E Las Olas Blvd #210, Fort Lauderdale, FL 33301, United States Head east on E Las Olas Blvd toward SE 9th Ave 85 ft Turn left at the 1st cross street onto SE 9th Ave 295 ft Turn left onto SE 2nd Ct 0.2 mi Turn right onto SE 6th Ave 269 ft Take the US 1/Florida 5 ramp 210 ft Merge onto US-1 N Pass by 7-Eleven (on the right in 0.3 mi) 0.7 mi Turn left onto NE 7th St Destination will be on the left 0.1 mi EON Squared 444 NE 7th St, Fort Lauderdale, FL 33304, United States

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Castle Stalker (Scottish Gaelic: Caisteal an Stalcaire) is a four-storey tower house or keep in the Scottish county Argyll. It is set on a tidal islet on Loch Laich, an inlet off Loch Linnhe. It is about 1+1⁄2 miles (2.5 kilometres) north-east of Port Appin and is visible from the A828 road about midway between Oban and Glen Coe. The islet is accessible with difficulty from the shore at low tide. The name "Stalker" comes from the Gaelic Stalcaire, meaning "hunter" or "falconer". The island castle is one of the best preserved medieval tower houses to survive in western Scotland and is a Category A listed building. It stands in the Lynn of Lorn National Scenic Area.

History

The original castle was a small fort built around 1320 by Clan MacDougall, who were then Lords of Lorn.[4] Around 1388 the Stewarts took over the Lordship of Lorn, and it is believed that they built the castle in its present form around the 1440s. The Stewarts' relative King James IV of Scotland visited the castle, and a drunken bet around 1620 resulted in the castle passing to Clan Campbell.[4] After the castle changed hands between these clans a couple of times, the Campbells finally abandoned it about 1840 when it lost its roof. In 1908 the castle was bought by Charles Stewart of Achara, who carried out basic conservation work. In 1965 Lt. Col. D. R. Stewart Allward acquired the castle and over about ten years fully restored it. Castle Stalker remains in private ownership and is open to the public at selected times during the summer.

For the 2011 census the island on which the castle stands was classified by the National Records of Scotland as an inhabited island that "had no usual residents at the time of either the 2001 or 2011 censuses.

Castle Stalker, Scotland (by WlasnaDroga)

[falconcoast]

the prince and the scholar | albedo x reader.

his royal highness, crown prince of mondstadt, heir apparent to the kreideprinz throne, firstborn to queen rhinedottir, albedo, is currently missing from the first ball of the social season. sent by his mother, you run to fetch him, only to come back with more than just a prince in your arms. 

au; royal au!!

warnings: none!! 

a/n: whoever recommended fairy fountain orchestra version for what to listen to while writing this ily. also!! the title and the story is in reference to the book that klee mentions in my other albedo one-shot, “routine”, which you can find here :D i’ve always loved the concept of prince albedo so here we are ^-^!! message me if you wanna say anything!!

albedo’s tower seemed like its own castle. at the base of the crown prince’s residence, there was a courtyard, and a reflecting pool bordered by topiary bushes and cecilias ordered by him. the tower stood on the cliffs overlooking the shores of cider lake. the walls secluding his garden left him separated from most of the rest of the royal residence. 

you opened the door to his courtyard, quietly shutting it behind you. walking forward, you looked at yourself in the pool. the moon and stars reflected on its waters, and a faint light emanated from the palace’s windows. looking at yourself, you certainly could pass for royalty in the clothes that you wore. white cape, jewel-studded overcoat, and hair neatly done, it would seem as though you were more royal than a resident scholar. ball music and chatter seemed distant now, as you entered your own little world hidden by the brick walls. 

as you approached the tower, you looked above, finding the crown prince hidden behind an easel. albedo was bedecked in royal garments belonging to that of the highest nobility. his cloak rested on his shoulders and draped onto the floor as he was sitting, and you could only imagine that the stars bedecking the cloth were splayed out on the marble floor. his gold crown sat on a table filled with the finest oil paints, glimmering against the thin light from his room. 

“your highness,” you called, putting your hands on your hips. “your mother, rhinedottir, has called for you, and has for the last hour.”

he didn’t reply, blissfully dabbing his paintbrush onto the canvas. his face was perfectly neutral, but even in this light, you found him beautiful. the moonlight highlighted his blonde hair to be that of snow, and blue eyes the color of the lake before him. 

“his royal highness, albedo, crown prince of mondstadt, heir apparent to the kreideprinz throne, firstborn to queen rhinedottir,” you sighed, looking up at the balcony, only to not see him move. “your highness--”

“i thought we agreed to forgo honorifics,” he replied, raising an eyebrow but not letting his gaze stray from the easel. he continued to paint, and you took that as your cue to enter his residence. 

the marble staircase climbed up the center of the tower, with wide windows looking out to the courtyard. you ascended, looking at the various paintings on each of the walls. the sight was familiar, as for the last year or so, you had spent much of your time here. 

you had been originally called to the capital city from sumeru as ordered by the prince himself. albedo, as you got to know him, was more interested in becoming a scholar like yourself than he was a prince. he was an intellectual, preferring to spend his time among his books over other nobles during tea time. his grasp on alchemical concepts was almost as immediate as yours. albedo was a brilliant mind, and you respected him as such. 

reluctantly, you opened the door to his bedroom. it was as neat and tidy as he was, with cream-colored sheets neatly folded over the mattress. the desk, despite being full of books and tools for alchemy, was organized. the vanity, where he should have been preparing for the ball, was empty. only the gentle light from the staircase illuminated the otherwise moonlit room. 

you neared him, looking at the ivory silk cape that trailed from the balcony and inside. the balcony was just wide enough for the easel, albedo, a table for his crown and paints, and an empty chair. you sidestepped his starry cloak, looking at the gold details. he continued to paint, white clothes on and all. “your mother is looking for you,” you said, leaning against the doorway. 

“really now?” he hummed as he switched brushes. “so, she has sent you for me.” 

“yes, your highness.” 

“tell her that i have no interest in coming down.”

“it’s the first of the social season,” you said, sitting down next to him. your eyes caught gaze on his blue and gold sash. on his neck sat his vision, decorating the center of his collar. his epaulette sat dutifully on his shoulders. “it would be a shame to see that the prince is absent.” 

“and why would i go, when i’m enjoying myself here?” he countered stubbornly and softly. the paintbrush met the canvas again. 

you took note of what he was drawing. it was a portrait of the view overlooking the balcony and to the lake. the details were precise and immaculate, with the shading of the water’s waves, and the tiny leaves on the topiary bushes’ branches. it was a wonderful painting indeed.  

“your highness, her majesty will not be pleased,” you tried again, and without success. “this is my first noble event as well. i...i would like your guidance in the ballroom.” 

for a moment, he paused, before setting down his brush. “your first ball, you say?” albedo murmured, setting down his brush. “for a scholar like yourself, a royal ball would be something out of a fairytale, would it not?”

“i suppose.”

“then i shall do my best to make it your best gala,” he said, rising from his chair and offering you a hand. you pulled yourself up, looking at his gentle blue eyes. “hand me my crown, y/n.” 

with gloved hands, you reached for his golden diadem that had been passed down for eons since mondstadt’s founding. its details included the star crest of the kreideprinz family, and small details of the family flower, the cecilia. the diamonds of the crown glimmered under the moon, and you placed it on his unruly blond head of hair. he looked like a real life storybook hero, one that children would fawn over when read to at the fountain square. you couldn’t help but feel a little enamored with him, too. 

when albedo’s eyes met yours, he only let out the ghost of a laugh. his shoulders shifted as he gracefully swept his cloak behind him, and he offered a hand to you. you took it gratefully, and started your descent down the stairs. 

there was no conversation between the two of you as the two of you headed outside of the tower. the crown prince’s cape fluttered against the night winds, the only sound besides the fragments of conversation and music from the main hall of the castle. you gazed upon moonlit cecilias, as you crossed by the reflection pool. 

opening the door from the prince’s residence, you were met the royal gardens. like albedo’s courtyard, it was lined with reflecting pools and cecilias. its stairs led up to the castle, where the shadows of ballgown dresses swayed against the chandelier light. the orchestra was louder now as you both approached the ballroom.

“y/n,” albedo said, tenderly tugging on your arm. quietly, he cleared his throat and tucked his hands behind his back. “do i...do i look alright?”

looking back at him, you studied him with a smile. “of course you do, your highness,” you whispered, patting his arm. briefly, you aired your thoughts of his beauty. “you always look beautiful.” 

“and i, you,” he said. turning once more, you tucked your hand in his, beginning to walk once more. suddenly, he stopped you, and you turned back with curious eyes. “y/n?”

“yes?”

“may i ask for your hand in a dance?” albedo asked. “it would be beneficial that you and i dance before going in front of the nobles and my mother.”

your face burned hotter than when one of his experiments blew up in front of your eyes. shyly, you presented your hand to the blond prince. “yes, you may.”

gracefully, he laid his lips on the back of your gloved hand. even through the silk cloth, you could feel the warmth of those soft, very kissable, pink lips. his hands intertwined with yours as he began to take the lead. accompanied only with the faint reverb of the orchestra, he began waltzing perfectly, eyes cast only onto yours. you could hear the ghost of a hum come from his chest. “right foot forward, and then to the left,” he addressed in an ethereal tone. “my, you’re quite talented at this. are you sure you’re a scholar and not a royal?” 

“i’m flattered, your highness, but the credit should go to you,” you replied bashfully, “you are nothing short of prince charming.” 

he twirled you around at that moment, face hidden for a moment, but cheeks stained a bright red. he dipped you down by the waist scandalously and suddenly, face close to yours. your expression turned to that of flustered concern, but albedo’s face only observed your features. his eyes shimmered in the moonlight as his lips almost brushed against yours. 

suddenly, he pulled you back up again, letting go of your hands. “apologies. i got carried away,” he expressed his regret, pulling away with a faraway look in his eyes. 

“no worries,” you said, drawing your hands close to your chest. “now, shall we go to the ballroom?”

“y/n,” he said once more, looking up at your figure on the staircase. you tilted your head in response, waiting for his statement. “perhaps it is rude of me to say, but i wish to be selfish with you for a moment more.”  

he ascended the stairs until he was a step beneath you. taking your hand in his own, he thumbed the back of your hand. he looked up at you with searching azure eyes, and you stared back in anticipation. “we are in quite a compromising position,” you whispered. “what will the nobles say, your highness?” 

“call me by my real name, albedo,” he interrupted, shaking his head. 

“albedo,” you addressed once more as his face seemed to get infinitely closer to yours. your heart began to beat even louder, and veins rushing with adrenaline. “what are you trying to get at?”

“can i kiss you?” he asked bluntly, observing your reaction. your face bloomed with heat as you tried to still your pounding heart. he looked back at you with eager eyes. 

“yes,” you responded eventually, before placing a hand on his chest and leaning your head down. his hand met your face and cupped it gently as his lips met yours. they were effortlessly soft and gentle, just as the prince himself was. it was like how you imagined how a true fairytale prince would kiss you, and as the music crescendoed and flooded the royal garden, you felt like you were in a storybook meant for children. 

albedo let go of you eventually, holding you by the waist. “you are simply divine,” he breathed out, cheeks stained the color of a setting sun. the shadows of ballgowns and suits waiting for his arrival seemed to not be on his mind, and nor were they on yours. 

“and you are simply enchanting,” you whispered, before leaning down to kiss your prince once more.

[angiethewitch]

You said you could talk all day about Welsh castles. Handily enough, I brought a pen and paper to this lecture, so Imma pull up a chair and wait patiently for it to start. :D

this is SUCH an exciting ask thank you SO MUCH for letting me talk about castles. okay im gonna talk about my favourites

Caernarfon

built as residence after edward 1st conquered wales in 1282, after he killed Prince of Wales Llywelyn ap Gruffudd.

edward sought to consolidate power and conquer independent Wales, and built the "iron ring of castles"

caernarfon castle was built in 5 years and was primarily built for 🌟 show 🌟 so edward could basically show how much money he had and how powerful he was

he liked roman history and built the towers with colourful stone, reminiscent of constantinople. the colour has since faded tho

however! just because it was built to show how extra edward was, it was also defensive. the only entrance are the 2 gatehouses, the queen's gate being at the shore for supplies and the kings gate

the kings gate was fearsome and built with holes to pour oil and boiling water down on attackers (also known as "murder holes")

if you survived that, you'd have 4 doors and 5 portcullises to deal with

the castle was briefly seized by a welsh revolution led by my man Madog ap Llywelyn in 1294, but taken back by troops later.

the welsh were deeply angry about Edward and how he conquered wales and killed the Prince. we hate being conquered

it was challenged again in 1403 + 1404 by national treasure Owain Glyndwr but he didn't manage to take it.

it was built on the docks and caernarfon is a walled town so its really very useful for defence.

Conwy

one of eddie boys iron ring of castles, finished construction in 1287 on conwy River

intended to be a mirror of the now ruined Deganwy castle

this was built purely for defence. its pretty much impregnable, due to its steep walls and the fact its on the river so you'd see an army coming a mile off. the bridge was the only way to march over

it was mainly a garrison town. the english kicked the welsh people out of most of the iron rings towns and made it illegal for us to live there. theres an old law thats never been struck out that you can still shoot a welsh man with an arrow off the walls if theyre in the towns. that's right folks, it was illegal for us to be in our own country.

it had 8 towers and 2 barbicans

it was attacked by Madogs rebellion the same time as caernarfon castle but they didn't take it

it fell into disuse but was hastily reactivated during the civil war in 1642

in 1646 it was besieged and ultimately surrendered

Deganwy

there aren't many images due to the fact it's in complete ruins but here's a digital reconstruction

this site has a lot of history due to its highly naturally defensible position. evidence of prehistoric, iron age and Romano-British forts

situated on volcanic rock, and possibly the seat of Maelgwyn Gwynedd, circa 520-547

in AD812, it was damaged by lightning, then in AD822, what was left was destroyed by saxon invaders

robert of Rhuddlan rebuilt it in 1080. the history is vague and murky after this but it was in Welsh hands by 1191

in 1211, Llywelyn ap Iorwerth rebelled against king John, who previously let Llywelyn keep the castle. the castle was pre-emptively destroyed by the welsh to prevent it from falling into English hands (as I said, an enviably defensible position). Llywelyn rebuilt it again by 1228, THEN pre-emptively destroyed again

1245-54, Henry 3rd built it into a medieval fortification, but it was captured by Llywelyn ap Gruffudd.

along came edward 1st and he built conwy castle instead, Deganwy fell to ruins

nowadays, you can visit the few ruins, but apparently you have to be careful because the history is so rich and long and bloody you might accidentally come across human bones

Gwyrch

while beautiful, the castle itself is actually pretty new. it was built between 1810-1825 by Lloyd Hesketh, to honour his wife and their ancestors. (forget a wedding ring, build me a castle as a romantic gesture)

the aforementioned ancestors were the Llwyds (anglicised as lloyd) of Plas yn y Gwyrch. gwyrch was their ancestral home. situated in the castle estate are 2 iron age hillforts, a roman shrine, lead and silver mines, and medieval battle sites. the reason I include this castle is because of the surrounding history.

built directly on the coast, nestled into a huge hill, with a watchtower, very hard to capture. the watchtower is further along the hill and would give fair warning via flaming arrow if an army was coming.

during the WW2, it was home to 200 odd Jewish refugees

was abandoned was was renovated and then became the film site for im a celebrity

Beaumaris

another one of the colonisers iron ring castles, built in 1295

edward built it on an entirely new site, and is known as one of Britain's most sophisticated medieval military structures

almost geometric symmetry

practically impregnable due to the defences shown in the image. high inner defences with low circuit walls

ironically it saw very little action till the civil war and the construction wasn't completed

the first line of defence is an 18ft wide moat, and the dock is protected by a shooting deck

the sea gate had murder holes

if you managed to get through that gate, you'd be faced with 11 obstacles, including a barbican, more murder holes, 3 portcullises and several sets of doors. you had to get through this while dealing with arrow fire and boiling oil from all directions.

Once you get in, there's 6 massive interior towers, and then you're dead

Abergavenny

built in 1087 to the traditional motte and bailey configuration

it was initially timber but was rebuilt with stone at around 1100

by 1175, the castle was in the hands of William de Braose, who wanted to defeat his welsh rival, Seisyll ap Dyfnwal. he invited Seisyll to the castle along with several prominent Welsh men who opposed saxon rule, to propose reconciliation. the men and their armies were brutally massacred once inside the Great Hall. I think I read somewhere it was inspiration for the Red Wedding in game of thrones.

in 1182, Hywel ap Iorwerth of Caerleon attacked and severely damaged the castle

several rebuilds, most notable addition in the 1400s which was the barbican gatehouse. this was placed to defend against our Lord and saviour Owain Glyndwr and his epic rebellion

known as a very very very difficult castle to penetrate

Denbigh

another of edwards iron ring castles, built in 1282

walled town, colonised and populated by the english after booting the welsh out

naturally defensible position

the work wasn't completed in 1294 when Madog ap Llywelyn seized it

the castle kinda passed hands until the 14th century when it came into the possession of the mortimer family

it was attacked during the wars of the Roses and the town was burned

held by royalists in the civil war but taken in 1646 after a parliamentary siege

seized again by royalists in 1659 and they lay waste to the towers and walls of the castle

the town lay pretty much abandoned until the 19th century

the castle has 3 octagonal towers at the gatehouse, which was constructed of impressive decorative stonework to symbolise Royal authority

it also has 8 mural towers, barbicans and defensive terraces to protect it

I've hit the image limit and I can't think of other favourites rn but if I remember ill reblog and add!! thank you so much for letting me talk about welsh castles theyre a special interest of mine i hope u enjoyed

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Introducing Jay

So I decided that some of the things I’ve written for a D&D campaign I’m in should maybe get to see the light of day beyond a lonely google doc - Here’s the first bit of writing I ever did for my OC James “Jay” Marina, a tiefling rogue who grew up in a gang in a southern port city known as Etalan. 

*NOTE: While Jay is my character, the world that he lives in belongs to the one and only @aliencircus, resident DM and all around asshole (affectionate).

Without further ado, here he is:

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Jay was left on the shore of a small marina (1175, Sun’s Reign) just out of the water’s reach and found by a sailor early in the morning. He was taken to the local orphanage, which balked initially at taking him in. They did reluctantly accept, as they couldn’t find a justifiable reason not to under the law. 

He was given the last name Marina to signify where he was found. He was also left with a small, round pendant with the initial “J” on it, from which he derived the name James when he got older.

The other kids at the orphanage had just as much reluctance to interact with James as the adults did, though it wasn’t softened by sugarcoating. With typical child-like bluntness, Jay was excluded from almost all social aspects of the orphanage. It didn’t help that the caretakers running the place held no sympathy for him either. 

At six, deciding the outside world must be better, James ran away from the orphanage, only to be found (luckily or not) by Alessio, the leader of one of the fringe gangs in the city. The gangs were violent only with each other, preferring to keep bystanders out of their business, which was one of illegal trade and smuggling. 

1185, Green Wake

Ow, ow, fuck.

“What happened this time, Jamsey-boy?” A voice called.

Damn. Out of all people, why Renzo? James diverted his path down the pier, trying to sidestep both Renzo and his humiliation. He must’ve had bad footwork, though, because he couldn’t manage to avoid either tonight. 

“Pick a fight with a cobblestone again?” Renzo taunted, his leering face swimming into Jay’s vision through the haze of blood and pain. 

“No, funk ‘ove,” James said, trying to tone down his newly nasal voice. His right hand held a mess of dirty cloth to his bleeding nose, so he used his left to shove Renzo out of his way. James stalked over to the edge of the pier and glanced down. Soon he’d have to remove his bundle of bloody disgustingness and check the damage he’d been dealt this time. So stupid. He should have checked before taking the back way. Now all he had was a broken nose and few less coins to show for it. He wondered idly if his nose would just fall off if he kept managing to take every hit to the face.

Jay learned invaluable skills in hand-to-hand combat, self defense and stealing from his fellow gang members. However, because of his heritage, James was still an outcast of sorts within the gang. The only person to seek out interaction with him was Alessio, and it wasn’t in a friendly way. As James got older, Alessio sought to use him as an intimidation tactic for their rivals, but never treated him as an equal. James still has mixed feelings about Alessio’s manipulations and abuses, as he still sees Alessio as someone who took him in when no one else would. 

1188, First Frost

“Jay,” Alessio’s voice was warm around the single syllable. “I was hoping to talk to you.” 

“Me?” Jay asked. Alessio’s mouth snaked into an amused smile, head tilting a bit as he studied James. It made James feel a little like meat on the butcher’s rack, with hungry eyes of customers searching for their next meal. 

“You,” Alessio said. “You are an extraordinary being, you know that, don’t you, Jay? You’re… different. Special.” At this he towered over all of Jay’s thirteen-year-old gangly five-and-change feet. Not menacingly, though, just… there.

“I’m not sure I would describe it that way,” James told him, surprised. Usually people described it as more of a curse. Or an abomination. Sometimes if they were feeling really clever it was something along the lines of ‘a horrid scourge upon the earth put here by the devil to corrupt men’s hearts’. Jay was rather fond of that one. 

“The eye of the beholder, my dear James,” Alessio waved off this topic with a flick of his fingers and moved on, making a 180 to find his way to the cabinet James knew held Alessio’s stolen liquors. “I want you to do something for me.”

“And what’s that?”

“Old man Salvatore won’t pay up. Go to his house, make him,” Alessio delivered his order nonchalantly, drink already half poured.

“Make him?” James asked. Alessio stilled, letting the liquor bottle bang to the table top. He swiveled slowly.

“I’m sorry, was that part not clear?” There was something dangerous in his voice. Jay flinched and then cursed himself for it. 

Alessio’s eyes narrowed. “I said, make him. Use those useless devil horns of yours and promise him hell in the afterlife or whatever-the-fuck. Unless they’re taking up too much space in your brain to think?”

James shook his head. “Yes, sir.” He didn’t want to scare the old man but risking Alessio’s temper was worse. He still felt twinges in his jaw when he chewed, from the bottle Alessio had smashed into his head last time he’d been a little too soft on someone.

Alessio’s smile returned with a vengeance, warm again, falsely gentle. 

“That’s my boy.”

To keep the gang afloat, Jay worked jobs like all the other members. Mostly smuggling and pickpocketing. Despite what should have been promised protection from the gang in return, however, Jay often found himself the victim of muggings or attacks. He learned quickly never to turn his back on a dark alley. 

When he was fourteen (1189), James met a girl, roughly his age, named Elena, who was the daughter of a merchant in the city. She was one of the few people that managed to see past his heritage and Elena became the closest to a friend that James had ever had. Not even a year into their friendship, Elena’s merchant father was discovered to be involved in corrupt dealings with one of the inner city gangs. To keep him quiet, the gang brutally murdered the entire family and left their bodies on a busy street the next morning as a warning. When James attempted to attend Elena’s funeral, he was barred entrance.

1190, Mid Year

“Let me in! Fuck you! Let me in, she was my friend, too! She was my friend…” James kicked and thrashed, a wild animal howl of rage and grief tearing itself from his chest as the guards heaved him bodily away from the doors to the Church, where Elena’s extended family entered, gawking at the scene in horror. 

Jay hit the ground roughly as the guards tossed him like a sack of potatoes: with  little care and great distaste. 

“I don’t think so, you little monster,” One of them said, spitting. He just missed Jay’s face, but Jay couldn’t care less. Now that he was off his feet, he found he had little motivation to return to them. Sensing the fight was over, the guards regained their post and poise at the door. James stayed on the ground. 

Elena was gone. Elena was gone? No, no that couldn’t be right. But he’d heard the news on the tongues of people who were there. He’d seen the artist’s rendition of the gruesome scene in the paper. Felt the truth in his bones when he’d broken into her shattered, bloody house and seen the destruction first hand. Elena was gone. His only friend, murdered, killed in cold blood. And for what? Her father’s mistake. A stupid mistake.

James had only wanted to see her one last time, to say goodbye, that was all. But the only thing he saw was the looks of disgust on his fellow mourner’s faces before the Church doors boomed shut with a bone-chilling echo of finality.

Goodbye, Elena,  he thought. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.

Distraught, Jay buried himself in smuggling jobs during the day and the vibrant Underground at night. With the ability to escape through drink, drugs, sex and more, the Underground held appeal for many of the city’s less savory types. James still struggles with memories he doesn’t want to remember, and ones he can’t. 

Outside of the Underground, James found himself becoming more ruthless during his jobs, and Alessio’s ordered intimidation tactics. Frightened of who he was becoming, he knew he had to get out. When Jay was nearing 17 (1193) Alessio came to him with an order for a larger smuggling job. Alessio allocated money and resources to complete it, but seeing his chance, James instead took the money and fled north on a ship along the western coast.

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Headlines

Trump administration backs off plan requiring international students to take face-to-face classes (Washington Post) The Trump administration on Tuesday dropped its much-criticized plan to require international college students to leave the United States unless they are enrolled in the fall term in at least one face-to-face class. The abrupt reversal, disclosed in a federal court in Boston, came a little more than a week after U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement issued an edict that stunned U.S. higher education leaders and students worldwide. Under the July 6 policy from ICE, international students enrolled in U.S. colleges and universities for the fall semester faced a mandate to take at least one course in person. Those students, ICE said, “may not take a full online course load and remain in the United States.” That mandate posed a major obstacle to plans for online teaching and learning that colleges are developing in response to the novel coronavirus pandemic. Harvard University and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology had sued to block the new policy. In a hearing in that case on Tuesday, held before U.S. District Judge Allison D. Burroughs, the judge announced that the schools and the federal government had reached an agreement that made the lawsuit moot. Separately, 20 state attorneys general had also challenged the guidance in court in recent days.

Patients are still delaying essential care out of fear of coronavirus (Washington Post) Jim Johnson was elated when his hip replacement, canceled in March along with other elective surgeries, finally was performed in May. For months, his pain had been so severe he couldn’t sleep, golf or do his job. Just a few weeks after the operation, he tossed his cane away. Hospitals and doctors practices across the country are hoping there are a lot more Jim Johnsons out there—patients willing to shake off fears about the coronavirus and come back for tests and treatments put on hold early in the pandemic. Yet persuading them to return for non-emergency care is a tricky message right now, with the virus slamming the South and West. In parts of Texas, Arizona, Florida and other states, elective procedures have been halted again. For some patients, the spike in infections is reigniting fears about catching the virus in a hospital or a doctor’s office. Doctors worry that could undermine their efforts to win people back, and lead to more lives being lost from other, often preventable causes, such as cancer and heart disease. Doctors say “elective procedures,” including for cancer, can’t be delayed indefinitely without ill effects. Hospitals, meanwhile, see orthopedic, cardiac and cancer surgeries as their key to survival after losing billions of dollars on the shutdown of lucrative procedures.

Global surge in coronavirus cases is being fed by the developing world—and the U.S. (Washington Post) When the United States began shutting down this spring, a virus that emerged months earlier as a mysterious outbreak in a Chinese provincial capital had infected a total of fewer than 200,000 people worldwide. So far this week, the planet has added an average of more than 200,000 cases every day. The novel coronavirus—once concentrated in specific cities or countries—has now crept into virtually every corner of the globe and is wreaking havoc in multiple major regions at once. But the impact is not being felt evenly. Poorer nations throughout Latin America, the Middle East, South Asia and Africa are bearing a growing share of the caseload, even as wealthier countries in Western Europe and East Asia enjoy a relative respite after having beaten back the worst effects through rigorously enforced lockdowns. And then there’s the United States, which leads the world in new cases and, as with many nations that possess far fewer resources, has shown no sign of being able to regain control.

Rules once lifted are reimposed to try to curb new outbreaks (AP) Virus restrictions once lifted are being reimposed, shutting businesses and curbing people’s social lives as communities try to curb a disease resurgence before it spins out of control. Residents of Australia’s second-largest city were warned on Wednesday to comply with lockdown regulations or face tougher restrictions. Melbourne’s 5 million people and part of the city’s semi-rural surroundings are a week into a new, six-week lockdown to contain a new outbreak there. Indian authorities will impose lockdowns in high-risk areas in nearly a dozen states as the nation’s coronavirus caseload approaches 1 million. Renewed restrictions took effect in Hong Kong on Wednesday, with public gatherings limited to four people, restaurants restricted to takeout after 6 p.m., and a one-week closure for gyms, karaoke bars, and selected other businesses. Masks also are mandated on public transit for the first time, with the non-compliant being fined. In the U.S., places including Washington state are delaying timetables for reopening their economies. Gov. Jay Inslee said counties will remain at their current stage of economic reopening at least until July 28.

Chaotic protests prompt soul-searching in Portland, Oregon (AP) Nearly two months of nightly protests that have devolved into violent clashes with police have prompted soul-searching in Portland, Oregon, a city that prides itself on its progressive reputation but is increasingly polarized over how to handle the unrest. Divisions have deepened among elected officials about the legitimacy of the more violent protests—striking at the heart of Portland’s identity as an ultraliberal haven where protest is seen as a badge of honor. Small groups of protesters have set fires, launched fireworks and sprayed graffiti on public buildings, including police precincts and the federal courthouse, leading to nearly nightly clashes with police who have used force that’s caused injuries. Similar unrest engulfed many U.S. cities when Floyd died after a white Minneapolis police officer pressed a knee to his neck on May 25. But in Portland, which is familiar ground for the loosely organized, far-left activists known as “antifa,” or anti-fascists, the protests never stopped. Lost in the debate are the downtown businesses racking up millions in property damage and lost sales and the voices of the hundreds of thousands of Portland residents who have stayed off the streets. “The impact is terrible because what people have seen on the TV ... has scared people who live outside the downtown. They feel it’s that way 24 hours a day,” said David Margulis, who said the protests have caused sales at his jewelry store to drop more than 50%. “I talk to people, on the phone, who tell me: ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever come downtown again.’”

Drug cartel ‘narco-antennas’ make life dangerous for Mexico’s cell tower repairmen (Reuters) The young technician shut off the electricity at a cellular tower in rural Mexico to begin some routine maintenance. Within 10 minutes, he had company: three armed men dressed in fatigues emblazoned with the logo of a major drug cartel. The traffickers had a particular interest in that tower, owned by Boston-based American Tower Corp, which rents space to carriers on its thousands of cellular sites in Mexico. The cartel had installed its own antennas on the structure to support their two-way radios, but the contractor had unwittingly blacked out the shadowy network. The visitors let him off with a warning. The contractor had disrupted a small link in a vast criminal network that spans much of Mexico. In addition to high-end encrypted cell phones and popular messaging apps, traffickers still rely heavily on two-way radios like the ones police and firefighters use to coordinate their teams on the ground, six law enforcement experts on both sides of the border told Reuters. Traffickers often erect their own radio antennas in rural areas. They also install so-called parasite antennas on existing cell towers, layering their criminal communications network on top of the official one. By piggybacking on telecom companies’ infrastructure, cartels save money and evade detection since their own towers are more easily spotted and torn down, law enforcement experts said.

Massive flooding in Southern China (Foreign Policy) Floods in Southern China are a recurring threat, but they are worse than ever this year—with some 38 million people evacuated and at least 141 dead. Rainfall has been double than the predicted amount in many places, threatening millions of lives and numerous important cultural sites. Thousands of soldiers have been dispatched to help shore up defenses against the rising tides. Water control has been a preoccupation for every Chinese ruler, and it will only worsen with climate change. China’s worst-known flooding, in 1931, killed over 2 million people.

South China Sea positions (Foreign Policy) The United States has dispatched two aircraft carriers—likely to be backed by British support—to the South China Sea, increasing the possibility of a regional flash point. It has also declared its formal alignment against China’s disputed claims for the first time, saying that it would use “all tools” to oppose them. In the last decade, China has made significant gains in the South China Sea, building a formidable infrastructure of artificial islands to act as bases while strengthening its naval militia. It is also increasingly aggressive in challenging rival claimants, including stalking Vietnamese oil ships and clashing with fishing boats. The U.S. move is long overdue, but it’s also risky: Xi stakes considerable credibility on the South China Sea claims, and there’s no likelihood of Beijing backing down. The pressure on Chinese officials and military personnel to demonstrate their nationalist enthusiasm is growing, increasing the chance of serious conflict similar to the deadly clash on the Indian border.

Trump signs Hong Kong sanctions law (Foreign Policy) On Tuesday, U.S. President Donald Trump continued a week of moves against China by signing a new law that imposes sanctions on Chinese banks doing business with Chinese officials involved with new national security laws in Hong Kong. The president also signed an executive order, largely mirroring existing policy, that revokes the special treatment Hong Kong had received from the United States under the “One Country, Two Systems” doctrine.

Red alert in Tokyo (Reuters) Tokyo raised its coronavirus alert to the highest “red” level on Wednesday, alarmed by a recent spike in daily new cases to record highs, with Governor Yuriko Koike describing the situation in the Japanese capital as “rather severe”. The resurgence of the virus could add to the growing pressure on policymakers to shore up the world’s No. 3 economy, which analysts say is set to shrink at its fastest pace in decades this fiscal year due to the pandemic. “We are in a situation where we should issue warnings to citizens and businesses,” Koike told a press conference, urging residents to refrain from unnecessary travel.

Lebanon looks to China as US, Arabs refuse to help in crisis (AP) Facing a worsening economic crisis and with little chance of Western or oil-rich Arab countries providing assistance without substantial reforms, Lebanon’s cash-strapped government is looking east, hoping to secure investments from China that could bring relief. But help from Beijing risks alienating the United States, which has suggested such a move could come at the cost of Lebanese-U.S. ties. A tiny nation of 5 million on a strategic Mediterranean crossroads between Asia and Europe, Lebanon has long been a site where rivalries between Iran and Saudi Arabia have played out. Now, it’s becoming a focus of escalating tensions between China and the West. In recent months, the Lebanese pound has lost around 80% of its value against the dollar, prices have soared uncontrollably, and much of its middle class has been plunged into poverty. Talks with the International Monetary Fund for a bailout have faltered, and international donors have refused to unlock $11 billion pledged in 2018, pending major economic reforms and anti-corruption measures. Left with few choices, Prime Minister Hassan Diab’s government—supported by the Iran-backed Hezbollah and its allies—is seeking help from China.

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Five gems — blue, white, black, red and green — rest inside a wooden box engraved with the head of a dragon. Several humanoids in hooded black cloaks approach, and one says, “I believe that is ours.”

Dragons all over the land are turning up dead. A green dragon comes to see the adventurers, and it offers a quest: Solve the mystery of the dead dragons, and you can have its entire hoard.

A perpetual storm has besieged a small port town. Despite wind and other surrounding weather, the rainclouds never seem to move.

A famed adventurer was hired by a town to investigate a haunted house deep in the woods. Moments after he stepped inside, the house shook and a thunderclap rumbled overhead. The adventurer never came back out.

While sifting through a box of trinkets, a shopkeeper finds a strange, pulsing gem. He’s not sure what it is or how to use it, but it feels powerful.

During a rowdy night at the local tavern, a man falls dead from the bar. Chaos breaks out as the patrons seek to discover what killed the dead man. You see two people in black cloaks slip out the door, and one drops a vial of swirling blue liquid.

A local wizard of some renown has heard of your adventuring party, and he wishes to hear stories of your exploits. When you arrive at his arcane tower at the appointed time, he’s nowhere to be found. When you ask about him back in town, the locals no longer seem to know who he is.

A stranger greets you at a crossroads and offers great riches in return for learning your deepest, darkest secrets.

A pack of goblins charges through town on the backs of giant warthogs. They appear to be having a race of some kind.

An avalanche knocks the snow off of the side of a tall mountain. When the rock underneath is exposed, it appears to be a massive, sleeping snow giant.

Last night, a star fell from the sky and created a massive crater in a nearby forest. The crater appears to glow from a distance.

Local residents have been found just outside their front doors, each completely drained of blood but showing no visible wounds.

After a great storm on the ocean, all sorts of sea monsters have begun to wash up on the shore. One of them is still alive, and it speaks of a great coming cataclysm before it perishes.

A mysterious island appears hovering above a city, and several large vines hang from its shores all the way down to the ground. It seems to have appeared there overnight

An invitation arrives, inviting the adventurers to a dinner that evening at a nearby castle. It contains no other details, and it is signed, “An old friend.”

A boisterous adventurer recruits your group to find a missing artifact in a subterranean dungeon. All the way to the dungeon, he tells elaborate tales of his adventuring prowess. But upon arriving at the locale, he begins to sweat profusely.

You march into a town, and it is totally abandoned. Everything otherwise seems as it should. It’s as if everyone simply disappeared

Once a week, a dragon appears overhead, circles the area five times and flies away. Today, it circled the area four times and then dove to the ground.

A courier sprints up to you and places a piece of dark parchment in your hands. Before he has a chance to explain, he turns and runs away. When you open the letter, the page is blank.

In the common room of a local inn, a bard regales the crowd with songs and stories. After a few minutes, he falls to the floor, breaking his instrument. When you investigate, you see a glowing blue rune on his neck as it fades into nothingness.

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Note: Wrote myself a GoT alternate ending because D&D really ruined an otherwise great show.

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The wreckage of a once prosperous land– now basking in rubble and dilapidated bricks of a magnificent keep, blinding smoke billowing heavily in the horizon —thinned out of sight and the magnificent silhouette of a great being soared amongst the clouds.

Black, hardened scales shone under the slowly fading light, its enormous webbed wings gushing great heaves of wind, disrupting formed clouds in its raging path. The vestiges of war still clung to its skin with weariness weighing down its formidable coat but a deep-seated anger fueled its resolve, channeling the fiery burn of ire to push its webbed wings afloat.

Unnaturally dark eyes bled its grief, mourning for the loss of one great love, shining ferociously under the waning sun, and painting a determination for the destination in mind.

Only one land took precedence in thought, the forgotten region of the fire gods, spoken in hushed whispers and believed to be folly amongst the people of the West lands. The island of the folks who practiced dark magic and alchemy, all in the name of a god who belies in the dusty books of mythos of old. The island in which he thought would bring back his home.

Fog started to wash the ocean below when the rubble of dilapidated towers came to view. The land seems to be awash in a fiery glow, great embers from raging infernos– contained yet still burning brightly and hotter than the sun god who was worshipped from the escaped land.

Red cloaked figures approached the shore and it took everything in Drogon not to release his own breath of raging fire. He swooped down to soar overhead, threatening the vile creatures who resembled the one who struck death on his home. He carefully laid his cargo on the sand, admiring the contrast between its fine white sand and the thick almost silvery strands of his mother's own. He eyed the cloaked figures with disdain, black jeweled eyes coated in burning resentment, hunching over the limp figure on the sand. He shrieked at anyone who dared take a step near his Queen, wisps of smoke escaping from his mouth.

One bravely chanced a few steps, only flinching slightly when he whirled on the figure and roared at it menacingly. But the cloaked one merely bowed in submission, presenting his Queen no harm. In its act of humility, he let it linger. The cloaked figure straightened from its pose but the hunch of its otherwise straight stature spoke its inferiority. Though, Drogon did not relent his watchful gaze, surveying every step and snarling at anyone within sight.

"We must keep her warm near the burning fire for the Lord of light will then bestow his grace of life for the unburnt Queen."

Blue eyes held beady black ones, a standoff pursued the moment but one held ferocious rage while the other only kind knowledge. Moments passed when the great beast stretched its enormous wings and roared angrily at the red cloaks.

But the rage came and went and when no more fury released its fire, the figures haunched their shoulders and took the Queen from her bed of sand. All the while, the magnificent beast of black watched with eyes of a smoldering hue. A delicate trust was established but everyone knew its fragility is meant to snap at any wrong cue.

They worked fast, not harried, but quick, lest they displease the god amongst mere mortals.

A fire borne by its eternal flame was enraged to consume a wider range in its path. Red, blues, and greens crackled angrily; hungry and insatiable.

A bed of wood is where his mother laid and it is no question what is about to be done. Yet, no one made a move to stop the ritual that is about to take place– not even her own protective son for everyone knew that the Queen who lays dead will not be burned by the hungry flames of the god's light.

The ritual took procession, and the hungry inferno consumed his Queen in its insatiable appetite while the red cloaked figures joined hands of burnt skins, offering words in a language no people from neither East nor West has been graced by.

The surge of heat coming off the flames intensified in its angry wake and the chanting of a language long forgotten grew to be more mutterings than spoken prayers. Unbeknownst to Drogon, he is taking witness to the same scene that astonished the spindly Dothraki slaves the day he and his brothers were born.

The same day fate has changed for the beggar Queen they laughed at in Astapor.

But the fire that kept raging, alive and furious and ready to consume anything in its path eventually dwindled into embers as the creeping light of the sun crawled across the narrow land.

And in her bed remained the dead Queen. Unburnt but covered in soot, without an ounce of life in her once kind entity. Wracked once again with unbridled sorrow, grief, and anger, the magnificent beast roared its fury to the skies, bellowing a harsh breath of fire significantly hotter than the one that was supposed to cure his mother.

The Lord of light is a false, cruel god.

The cry thundered the trees and rubbles of a once great foundation, seizing the hearts of the cloaked figures in terror at the sight of the displeased god before them. They had failed to bring the Queen to life, and their own lives is the payment for such arbitrary end.

Drogon reared his head, imploringly nudging his mother the way he did back at the land that killed her, his mind livid and thinking of burning the people who reside there in ashes.

But then, a slow exhalation of breath stopped him. Slowly, faint eyelids drew back and the ever magnificent and vibrant emerald jewels of his Queen's met his own black ones.

His mother is alive. The Unburnt Queen is alive.

And in the light of the day under the same blood red comet traversing through the firmament of blue marked Her Grace's fiery vengeance aborning, awaken from fire and blood.

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P.S. unedited and out of practice. Pardon for mistakes.

[sky-whale-creations]

A well rounded, fleshed out Poseidon

I always thought Poseidon didn’t fit right

-We knew very little about his wife compared to Hera or Persephone

-We knew basically nothing about where he lived

-Compared to Zeus and Hades huge importance, we didn’t really know why Poseidon mattered on the same level as them

-And nothing about his court

So I hoped to fill in those gaps! Mind you this is from a fiction point of view, but I did my best using existing ideas and gods

Domain

The sea, where all roads and water eventually leads. The beating heart at the center of all life. A vast domain with many moving parts, it’s a fully realized ecosystem that can never be slowed downed or poisoned with pollution, treachery, etc

Upon landing into the primordial body of Oceanus he pushed him back to the edge of the world, creating his own domain. As a treaty and sign of good faith, his daughter was to marry him. The Queen of the Nymphs, Amphitrite, the Pearl of the Ocean.

Amphitrite

Queen Amphitrite is a spitfire, moreso than even Persephone. Compared to the Golden and Iron Queens, she is the Queen of Pearls. Whereas Hera has attitude/admiration and Persephone authority/respect, Ampitrite has adoration and purity. She lacks Poseidon’s temper but counters it in sheer ability to not give a single fuck, unphased or amused at best by even the worst storms. In that she is the most whimsical and care free of the 3 Queens, almost to an Eris like point of refusing to do what anyone wants.

Goddess of loyalty, generosity, trade, rejuvenation, health, birth control, and purity. A goddess of calm waters, of bays and harbors to Poseidon’s storms and tides. Whereas Poseidon primarily rules the seas, she rules the Nymphs, a massive force of sea, river, well, and spring spirits. She is the eyes and ears of his kingdom and she won’t hesitate to call a tsunami in at disrespect

;D love ya

;) but don’t test me

As goddess of purity, humans can not get her pregnant, but she has other means of creating demigods if she wishes. The nymphs are known for wild sex acts and as queen she definitely partakes. She is a matriarch to all half nymphs

She and Poseidon are like the tides, they will always return to each other without shame

Court

Triton: Poseidon’s son and herald. God of trade routes, communications, and shepard of sailors. “Secretary of the sea” and responsible for communication of the court seeing as how they can be across vast distances.

Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea: god of opportunity and change, of adventure and wanderlust. A trickster shapeshifter sort of god who keeps the sea well worth it. Sunken treasure, keeper of legendary islands, perpetrator of rumors, etc

Achelous: god of freshwaters, shores, vitality, and bathing. He oversees the barriers between water and land and ensures they stay well kept. He is a cerberus like figure, guarding the way to Poseidon as well as ensuring the seas inhabitants remain loyal. Definition of watchful protector and paranoid bully

Ceto: goddess of the deep and keeper of monsters. Tamer of Scylla, Charybdis, etc. She is the Enforcer of the sea, punishing insolence and disrespect for natural law. She is the one that keeps mankind on land, lest they venture too far and overstay their welcome

Pontus: Son of Oceanus and father of all sea life. A tinkering sort of god who maintains the health of the ecosystem as well as concocts new and wondrous sea creatures. His wife, Ceto, makes sure his monsters stay well fed and taken care of

Home

In the distant sea of Thalassa there lies Neropoli, the home of Poseidon. The Shining City.

Near the edge of the world, where the great seas turn into the world encircling ocean, there is a city that spans islands. Upon the sharp cliffs there are docks and upon that shore lies sprawling structures. From atop the glistening waves the buildings descend into the depths, further and further, all the way down to the ocean’s floor. Spires and towers and great halls lie below the waves. Buildings of stone and silver, great halls carved from pearl, and statues made of sapphire and emerald.

Here resides the king and queen of the sea and with them all manners of spirits and creatures. The 3,000 naiads, the 3,000 potomoi, merfolk, the Hippocampi, and more

Notably non-sea folk are the Cyclops. The Elder Cyclops, the 3 brothers freed from Tartarus, were instrumental in the gods defeating the Titans. Each of the brothers offered their kind a reward to thank them for their aid.

Zeus offered them splendor on Olympus, where they may feast with the gods and craft with the lord of the forge, Hephaestus.

Hades, impunity. Never will a cyclops set foot in Tartarus again. They may also enter the Underworld freely if given prior notice.

Poseidon, filial honors. All would be as if his own blood. They may stay in his home as long as they like for they are all his kin.

The Great Well

A bronze well in Neropoli that goes to the bottom of the ocean, dredging up the cleanest, purest water. It can heal the sick, grant incredible powers, and raise the dead, but at a price. The power of the deep will pull down upon you, such is the law of the sea, there is always an exchange. A sacrifice must be made. The sick may find that their doctor has perished. The dead may find they can never return to land. There is always a curse to accompany the blessing.

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I hope you enjoyed!

[mysmcdph]

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Anostra

Clan Ton Theon, an Ancient lair of the Sunbeam Ruins, had thought they’d seen it all. They had survived two wars, made peace with aliens, gods and Shadelings and fought with others. They killed an Emperor and befriended another and even withstood the wrath of the Lightweaver herself.

Now they believed that they were safe, what more could possibly try to attack them? What more harm could come to the clan? They now had an Emperor and gods from another planet on their side. They had to be safe.

Another peaceful day passed, and their Emperor ally started to act strange. The massive three headed creature usually slumbered down shore from the clan near the docks, but now it was pacing in circles around the tower where most of Ton Theon resided. All three heads snarled, and the few patches of fur left on their faces stood on end.

“It’s going to kill us! This is it. We’re all dead. I knew it! I knew keeping that thing around was a bad idea!” Masika was always a nervous imperial and she had been jittery ever since the Emperor arrived “Nike, do something!”

The clan’s leader, Nike sighed “I’ll go get Wish.”

Masika watched the mirror slip away, barely able to control the rising panic within her.

***

“Goshawk? Budgie? Blackbird?” the mirror known as Wish addressed each of the Emperor heads. She had gained their respect and they only ever talked to her “What’s wrong?”

“We must leave Wish,” All three heads spoke at once.

“What? Why? I like it here!”

“It is not safe. Not anymore.”

“I don’t understand. Everything is fine!”

“You are not looking close enough then. We must leave. Leave before it gets worse.”

As the Emperor spoke the ground shook. Wish stumbled.

“An earthquake? That’s odd…”

“There. See? It has begun.”

Where there was once a tombstone with angel wings carved into it, was now a pit in the ground.

“Hey isn't that where Sepulchral was buried? The original Sepulchral. His first life?”

“What about me?” A white skydancer landed next to Wish.

“Your grave. It’s gone.”

Sepulchral winced. He didn’t like to be reminded that he died.

“Not gone. Awakened.” The Emperor said.

The ground rumbled again, and something began to emerge from the pit.

“Time to leave,” The Emperor scooped up Wish into its paw and placed her onto its back. She protested, but the Emperor had already begun to move away.

“Hey wait! Why’s the Emperor leaving?!” Nike was outside now “I thought we had a deal! I thought we were allies!”

“I guess it got spooked,” Sepulchral said “By well… Me.”

Climbing out of the pit was another white skydancer. He resembled Sepulchral in every way except he wore a black dress and his body moved stiff and unnatural. He was not rotted, but his skin clung to his body, and his eyes were gone.

“What? What’s happening? A little more description would be nice for your blind leader you know.” Nike huffed.

“Um well, there’s another me but as a mummy. And he’s walking toward us right now. And I’m kinda freaking out just a bit.”

The other Sepulchral stood up on his hind legs and unsheathed the sword that was buried with him.

“Oh. And now the mummy me is armed.” Sepulchral drew his own sword.

“Is he hostile? Do you think we can reason with him?”

“I doubt it. If that’s really my body from my previous life, then it’s a lifeless husk. It can’t have my soul when I have my soul.”

“Then let’s kill this thing,” Nike lashed her tail and bared her teeth “It’s quiet, and despite being dead it has a faint scent, so you’ll have to help me out here.”

“Got it.”

Sepulchral and Nike circled the mummy. Nike was behind it while Sepulchral was in front. He kept a careful watch on the creature’s movements and directed Nike into position.

“I’ll see if I can disarm it, while you try to take out it’s back legs. Its movement seems to be limited as it is and I doubt it can fly. We just need to take out its limbs and hopefully- we can neutralize it.” Sepulchral said.

“That’s assuming it doesn’t have any of your magical abilities.”

“My magic isn’t that powerful, and most of it is stored in my soul anyway. We should be fine.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate yourself Sep, you’re stronger than you think.”

“I appreciate that you think that Nike, but this thing isn’t me anyway. So we should be fine.”

The mummy took a sharp turn to the right and swung its sword in Nike’s direction.

“Nike jump!”

She jumped just in time for the sword to miss her.

“You jerk! Turn and face me!” Sepulchral snarled and the creature turned to face him again. As it moved, Nike attacked its legs, sweeping them out from under the creature. With it down on the ground Sepulchral rushed in and placed his foot on its neck and kicked the sword out of its grasp with his other leg.

“Well. That was easier than-” The ground shook again and the ground began to dissolve from underneath them. The mummy fell first and Sepulchral fell after him. Nike had managed to roll out of the way before she fell too.

“Sepulchral? Sep? You ok?” She carefully felt her way toward the edge of the new pit “No. No I’m not letting you die again. I’m not losing you again Sepulchral!”

“Nike I have dire news!” A brightly colored coatl landed next to his leader “And it looks like it’s related to these pits and earthquakes! I got a letter from a clan called Clan Analemma, they’re looking for these creatures, called Astrals. They can wield elemental abilities and it’s been suspected that an Earth one has found its way here.”

Nike took a deep breath, still trying to sense a response from Sepulchral from the pit “Thank you, Tona. Did this clan say how to stop this thing?”

Tona nervously tapped his claws on the parchment he held “Unfortunately no but… They are offering a reward for its capture. And it needs to be alive. Killing it will just force it to appear somewhere else.”

“Great. Tona assemble the clan in the lobby for a meeting. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Of course, Nike.”

When she heard his footsteps fade Nike called Sepulchral’s name into the pit a few more times, before giving up and returning to the clan. Her heart pumped too quick and the voices of her clan seemed louder than usual.

Nike knew it was just anxiety, but she hated the feeling. She was not a nervous dragon, but she knew that Sepulchral, a dragon dear to her was in danger. She needed to stop this Astral as soon as possible. For Sepulchral’s sake.

***

Nike assembled two teams of dragons. One team would enter each pit and search for the Astral and Sepulchral. Once found, Hecate, who was one of the clan’s best mages, would be sent to contain the Astral.

In the first team was a little fae named Flare, a young grey coatl named Muerto, a bubbly pearlcatcher named Niossa, a somber nocturne named Sonder, and the clan’s best huntress Nieth the coatl. On the second team was Future a spunky tundra, Bonita a cheerful mirror, the clan’s founder an elderly mirror named Nightbane, Nike and her girlfriend a mirror named Morningmist. Outside of the pits was Hecate, with Bubonic a guardian and Isra an imperial to guard her in case the Astral tried to attack her. The rest of Clan Ton Theon’s fighting dragons were stationed within the clan to protect those who could not fight.

Nike’s team flew down the first pit, while the other team flew down the one Sepulchral disappeared in.

The ground began to shake again, which closed off the pit that the second team flew down, and trapped them in darkness.

“Well,” Sonder looked up at what was once the exit “That’s not good.”

“Really now?!” Muerto snapped “We’re trapped! ‘Not good’ is an understatement.”

“It’s ok!” Niossa chimed “Sonder’s an Earth dragon I’m sure she can-”

“I can’t,” Sonder cut her off “I don’t have any Elemental abilities. Never learned how to unlock them.”

“... Oh.”

“I can feel wind,” Neith said “So there has to be another opening somewhere. Everyone just stay calm.”

“Calm? Calm?! We’re now trapped underground with some thing out to get us, and we might lose Sepulchral again!” Muerto’s feathers poofed up.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to come down here if you would freak out.”

“I’m from the Underworld! I thought I’d be fine! But apparently not!” Black flames sparked from his feathers and instinctively every dragon took a step away from him.

“Muerto, you need to control your emotions. Remember those breathing exercises I showed you?” Flare carefully spoke up.

“Yeah I’d hate for us to all die because you couldn’t control those flames of yours,” Neith said.

“Shut up, or you’ll just make things worse,” Sonder growled to Neith.

“Fine,” Neith shut her mouth and Muerto’s flames died down “There. Now let me in the lead. I think I know the way out.”

***

Things were going a little better for Nike’s group. There was still sunlight to light their path from the entrance of the pit, but the further and further down they traveled the darker it became. Eventually Morningmist had to light a torch so the dragons could travel further. The darkness bothered everyone but Nike. She actually liked traveling through the tunnels at the bottom of the pit. She could easily tell where everyone was based on the sound of her companions’ footsteps.

“Whoa how pretty!” Bonita eventually spoke up.

“It’s like the whole cave is full of stars…” Future said.

“What do you see?’ Nike asked.

“Gemstones,” Nightbane answered “Hundreds of them.”

“Oooo so pretty!” Bonita reached out to touch one, but then pulled back with a yelp.

“Bonita! Are you ok?” Morningmist asked.

“Yeah I’m fine just… Feel fuzzy…”

Nike heard a thud as Bonita passed out. Nike placed a claw over Bonta’s chest and sighed when she felt a heartbeat.

“Ok everyone. Don’t touch the gemstones.”

Nightbane and Morningmist worked together to carry Bonita’s unconscious body. It wasn’t an easy task, Bonita was almost the same size as the other two mirrors.

The group continued in silence until they reached what appeared to be a dead end.

“Great,” Nightbane snorted “Now we have to go back to the gemstones.”

“No we don’t!” Future pushed at the tunnel wall “The dirt here is thin. I think we can dig through.”

“But what if that makes the tunnel collapse on us?” Morningmist asked.

“Don’t you want to find Sepulchral and stop this thing from hurting anyone else?” Future snapped back.

“It’s not going to collapse,” Nike said “I can feel that the rest of the tunnel is solid. There’s just some lose dirt we need to dig up and it leads to a larger chamber. We’re not letting this thing hurt anyone else.”

***

Neith turned another corner and she stopped in her tracks. Sonder who was right behind her crashed into her tail.

“Hey what’s the big de-” Sonder saw what made Neith stop. Blocking their way was another dragon. Glowing gemstones above him lit up his face “Sepulchral!” Sonder spread her wings to fly over Neith but Neith shoved Sonder back.

“Wait. That’s not Sepulchral.”

“It used to be,” Muerto looked over the heads of the dragons in front of him “Before Match killed him.”

“But now that particular body of his is just a mindless husk,” Sonder said “How do we get rid of it?” She turned to Muerto.

“How am I supposed to know?” he snapped.

“Because you’re a necromancer, and the one who buried him in the first place.”

“Yeah ok that’s true and all but this Astral’s magic is unfamiliar to me. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It’s nothing like my magic or yours or like anyone else’s here.”

“I’ve had enough talking,” Neith said “We don’t need to know about magic junk to get rid of this thing. We just need our claws,” She leaped and tackled the mummy. The force of her hitting the ground caused the tunnel to start to collapse.

Every dragon ducked for cover and the group ended up split into three different chambers. Sonder and Niossa were in the tunnel the group were in previously, Neith was in a dead end with the mummy and Muerto and Flare were in a new tunnel that had opened up.

“Muerto are you ok?” Niossa asked from behind the collapsed wall.

“Yeah I’m ok and I’m with Flare! How about you?”

“Sonder and I are good! And it sounds like Neith is still fighting the mummy.”

“Muerto you and Flare are going to have to go on ahead. Find Sep for us, ok?” Sonder said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah. Yeah of course Sonder. We’ll find him, and if I see that Astral,” black flames appeared on Muerto’s back “I’ll burn it.”

***

Muerto and Flare felt like they were wandering for hours. It didn’t help that they were in silence the entire time. Although the two knew each other well, they couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Oh no,” Flare said and Muerto stopped.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing! Everything’s fine!” Flare’s scales began to glow in the dark.

“Uh. You’re glowing, are you sure that’s fine?”

“I knew this was a bad idea with me coming down here… Now everyone is going to be in danger!”

“Flare what are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“Remember the night we left our old territory? Remember the fire?”

Muerto gulped. How could he forget that horrible night?

“What about it?”

“That was me. The fire. I started it,” A spark of flame come off of Flare and Muerto backed away.

“But you’re a Water dragon this shouldn't… Can you at least control it?”

Flare shook her head “I’m sorry… I thought… I thought this was over. I thought this wouldn’t happen again, now I’m going to catch these tunnels on fire and burn everyone alive!”

“Don’t say that maybe… you just need to take some deep breaths and the fire will go out? Like what you taught me?”

“Or maybe Anostra can help,” Muerto and Flare both turned to see a figure standing down the tunnel.

“Sepulchral?” The figure looked like Muerto’s skydancer friend, but after seeing his mummy double he couldn’t be too sure.

“Yeah it’s me, I’m alright. Anostra just wanted to talk.”

“Who’s that?” Muerto asked.

I’m the one you’re looking for~ The one Clan Analemma wants to lock away~

Muerto’s eyes widened.

“Voice in your head?” Sepulchral asked “Yeah that’s how she talks.”

“I don’t like this thing. Sepulchral where is it? We need to just capture it and send it away before it does anything else!”

“But she hasn’t hurt anyone! And… She promised me something important! I think we should listen to her.”

“She resurrected your dead body! And made it attack you, Nike, and now it’s attacked Neith!”

Child~ That was simply self defense~ I do not wish to Return to Anelemma~

“I don’t trust you!” Muerto barked to the air “Show yourself and get out of my head!”

Child~ You ran away from your own home didn’t you?~ You were a King by title, but a prisoner in reality~ Forced to abandon everything that made you a child~ Forced to watch over the dead~ Forced to fight amongst your own kind~ And even after everything you gave up for the Crown you failed to receive the respect you were hoping for~ You failed to receive your mother’s love~

Muerto growled “You know too much about me. I don’t like this.”

“Yeah I know it’s freaky how much she knew about me,” Sepulchral said “I think that’s just part of being an Astral. But she promised me a cure… to my curse. She said I won’t have to go blind!”

It’s true~ And I can cure you of your black blood and Flare of her fire~ Just trust me little child~ And you’ll never have another worry in the world~

“That sounds like too good of a deal. What to you expect in return?”

Just to be free~ Don’t let them lock me up again~ You remember how it felt to be in a cage~ You wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, now would you?~

“If it’s true that you can cure my flames then… do it! Please and hurry I don’t know how much longer I can hold them off! Cure my flames and prove you’re telling us the truth!” Flare gasped, now smoking as her scales turned into embers.

Very well~

A bright red ruby appeared on the side of the tunnel.

Touch it Exile~ Touch it and your body will never burst into flames again~

Flare reached out and touched the ruby. It began to glow as her body dimmed. She screamed and all of her flames were extinguished in an instant. Now her flames danced from inside of the gem. She gasped for breath on the ground, but otherwise appeared unhurt.

“You… You really did it. My fire is gone.”

And I can do the same for your black blood Muerto, and your curse that plagues your vision Sepulchral~ But only if you agree to keep Clan Anelemma away from me~

“I want to see you before I make my decision,” Muerto said.

Fine~

A dragon appeared in the middle of the cavern. She looked like a brown snapper.

Muerto looked from Flare to Sepulchral “Ok… I’m on board with this deal of yours.”

Excellent dear child~

The wall behind the Astral fell over and out piled Nike, Morningmist, Nightbane and Future.

“Sepulchral!” Morningmist shouted “We found him!”

“And that,” Nightbane snarled at the snapper “Must be the Astral!”

Indeed I am~ Congrats you found me~

“Good,” Nike said “Future, release the signal. We need Hecate now.”

“Wait!” Both Muerto and Sepulchral shouted.

“We’ve… made a deal with her,” Sepulchral said.

“You did what?”

“Nike, just listen to me… We need her,” Sepulchral said “She promised us… She promised me that she’d fix my vision! And she’d fix Muerto’s blood! She already lifted Flare’s curse! Anostra is willing to do all of this for us for the exchange of freedom.”

“I don’t know Sep… Sounds a little fishy to me. I don’t think we should trust this thing.”

“But you trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes Sep. You’re my friend and a good kid but… Are you sure?”

“I’ll swear on my life that this is a good idea.”

Nike flinched “Don’t do that. Not when we just got you back from death.”

“Ok sorry poor choice of words, but the feeling is still there. Nike please, Anostra has promised to help us as long as we let her hide here. Can you give her a chance?”

“I still don’t know… If we don’t return her we may chance at becoming enemies with this clan. We don’t need anymore enemies.”

“Let me write a letter to them then. I’ll explain everything.”

“... Fine. But you better be right about this. I’m putting a lot of my trust into you Sep.”

“Thank you Nike. Everything will turn out right. I promise.”

***

Every dragon made it out of the tunnels safely. Bonita eventually woke up, and Neith was uninjured from attacking the mummy. Anostra called the undead creature back deep within her tunnels.

Sepulchral sat down with a paper and quill and tapped his chin as to what he should write.

To Clan Anelemma,

We are happy to inform that we have found one of your Astrals, however we will not be returning her. We made an agreement with her. We will allow her freedom in exchange for her power. We have decided to inform you, so you would be warned if you try to take her by force. If your clan tries to take this Astral from us, we will be forced to attack.

We do not wish for another war, but we need this Astral’s power. Unless your clan can provide an alternative solution, the Astral known as Anostra will be under the protection of Clan Ton Theon and her power belongs to us.

Farewell,

Clan Ton Theon

It felt wrong to write such passive aggressive words. Normally Sepulchral would want peace at all costs. He wasn’t a violent dragon, but if Anostra was telling the truth and she really could cure him of the Curse that was destined to blind him, then he was willing to protect her.

He couldn’t risk such an opportunity slipping away from him.

(So I guess this is a ransom then?)

(Also some notes for anyone who’s familiar with my lore: This takes place after the Wish and Blue and Shade King arcs. Also Inkdrop, Hiraeth and Munin are currently away which is why they were not in this)

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HIGH PARK VILLA…..416-762-5047….ROOMING HOUSE PARKVIEW MANOR…..416-518-7508…..ROOMING HOUSE…NEWMARKET PEMBROOKE RESIDENCE LTD…..416-925-2138…ROOMING HOUSE DOMINION ON QUEEN…..416-368-6893> ENDERBY MANOR…..416-699-9627> HIGH PARK VILLA…..416-762-5047> PALACE ARMS…..416-703-0516> NIAGHNAWBE HOMES…..416-368-7651/NATIVE HOUSING> GLOBAL VILLAGE…..416-703-8540> CANADA BACKPACKERS…..416-598-8940> BUTTERFINGERS…..416-792-3288> SUITE DREAMS…..416-538-0417> BY THE PARK…..416-520-6102> PLANET TRAVELLERS…..647-352-8747> LES AMIS…..416-591-0635> THREE TOWERS…..416-551-5725> CITY GUESTHOUSE…..416-829-1245> INGLEWOOD ARMS…..416-964-0902> CASTLEGATE INN…..416-323-1657> STATE STREET…..416-214-4846>: PIMBLITTS…..416-921-6898> DOWNTOWN HOME…..647-342-1010> ANNEX GUESTHOUSE…..416-922-1934> HIGH PK TOURIST HOME…..RM/$180-WK/416-537-3296>                                                    

TORONTO LATE NOVEMBER MOST OF THESE APARTMENTS DONT INCLUDE COST     BUT ALL ARE FOR LESS THAN

$1100 AVENUE/WILSON   1BD   1-855-528-1978 BATHURST/LAWRENCE   1BD   1-855-581-4370 BLOOR/KIPLING   1BD   1-855-248-4604 KEELE/LAWRENCE   1BD   1=866-782-1554 YONGE/EGLINTON   1BD   1-888-717-1631 AVENUE/WILSON   1BD   1-844-619-1803 WOODBINE/GERRARD   1BD   1-866-571-3823 JANE/STEELES   1BD   $975   1-855-282-5314 YONGE/SHEPPARD   1BD   1-855-248-4519 BURHAMTHORPE/HWY 427   1BD   1-844-580-5733 ORTON PARK/LAWRENCE   1BD   1-888-535-4251 BAY/DUNDAS   1BD+   1-855-229-4162 DUPONT/BATHURST   1BD   1-844-997-1140 KNIGHTSBRIDGE/BATHURST   1-866-711-0236   MONTCLAIRE/SPADINA RD   1BD   1-844-206 OR 200 1057 DUNDAS/DUFFERIN   1BD   1-866-930-6658 DON MILLS/SHEPPARD   1BD   1-866-792-5675 LAKESHORE/KIPLING   1BD   $1100  416-259=0550> QUEENSWAY/BLOOR    1BD   $1100  416-913-7480> KEELE/LAWRENCE      1BD   $1100  416-242-2452> HUMBER BLVD/?    1BD   $798   416-769-4119>

KEELE 2BD 1-866-930-6827 YONGE/EGLINTON 2BD 1-888-717-1631 QUEEN/PARLIAMENT  2BD 1-855-227-1102 KNIGHTBRIDGE/BATHURST   2BD 1-866-711-0236 BATHURST/LAWRENCE   2BD 1-855-881-4370 ST CLAIR/VAUGHAN   2BD 1-844-997-1139 AVENUE/WILSON  2BD 1-855-528-1978 LAWRENCE/BIRCHMOUNT  2BD   1-844-925-1870 CHURCH/QUEEN 2BD 1-855-248-4557 DUPONT/BATHURST 2BD 1-844-997-1140 BAY/DUNDAS 2BD+

1-855-229-4162 BATHURST/LAWRENCE  3BD 1-855-0581-4370 WESTON/CHURCH 3BD 1-866-930-7274 BAYVIEW/HWY 401 3BD 1-855-581-4322 SHEPPARD/DON MILLS 3BD 1-855-581-4322 BLOOR/MARKLAND 3BD 1-855-283-4436 DON MILLS/SHEPPARD 3BD 1-866-792-5625 DANFORTH/VICTORIA PK 3BD 1-855-234-9798 ISLINGTON/HWY 401 3BD $1575 416-744-1689> ISLINGTON/HWY 401 3BD $1625

416-744-1689> BERRY PARKLAWN   BACH   $1100   1-844-959-5790 MAIN/DANFORTH   BACH   $1035   1-855-234-9798 DUPONT/BATHURST   BACH   1-844-997-1140 ORTON PK/LAWRENCE   BACH   1-855-234-9798’ DANFORTH/VICTORIA PK   BACH   1-855-234-9798 JANE/WESTON   BACH   $945   1-888-563-0028 OVERLEA/THORNCLIFFE   BACH   $1100   1-855-347-1302 JANE/EGLINTON   BACH   $950   1-844-959-5792 LAKESHORE/KIPLING BACH $1025   416-259-9559 BLOOR/BATHURST    BACH $725    416-531-8003> SHERBOURNE/DUNDAS BACH $920    416-961-1353> HUMBER/?          BACH $590    416-769-4119> WESTON/EGLINTON   ROOM   $500   416-436-0206 AVENUE/WILSON   JR1BD   1-855-528-1976    

YORK REGION LATE NOVEMBER HOLLAND LANDING ROOM 289-383-1438 TOTTENHAM ROOM $90 437-778-7065 WOODBRIDGE ROOM $500 905-605-3286 RICHMOND HILL BACH 1ST MONTH FREE 1-866-400-4179 RICHMOND HILL BACH $800 905-737-0951 WOODBRIDGE 1BD 905-417-5765 MAPLE 1BD $950 416-267-2853 HAMILTON? 1BD $1079 1-844-649-4974 WOODBRIDGE 1BD 905-417-5765 KESWICK 1BD $775 905-955-9502 HOLLAND LANDING 1BD $1025 905-478-4124 WOODBRIDGE 1BD+ C 416-570-7404 NEWMARKET 1BD 905-383-7258 THORNHILL 1BD $900 905-881-7780 NEWMARKET 1BD $700 437-774-9704 WOODBRIDGE 1BD $900 289-553-4893 NEWMARKET 3BD $1600 905-717-2977 BEETON 3BD $80O 905-729-0775 HOLLAND LANDING 3BD $1300 905-836-3431 KESWICK 3BD $1600 905-717-2977

DURHAM REGION LATE NOVEMBER OSHAWA BACH $870 1-855-503-2594> OSHAWA JR1BD $970 1-855-503-2594> OSHAWA 1BD 1-888-883-8455> OSHAWA 1BD $1070 1-855-503-2594> OSHAWA 1BD 1-888-883-8454> OSHAWA 2BD 1-855-503-2523> OSHAWA 2BD 1-877-797-0084> OSHAWA 2BD 1-888-883-8436> OSHAWA 3BD 1-888-883-8454> OSHAWA 3BD $1450 1-888-503-2594> OSHAWA 3BD $1600 1-844-850-3778> OSHAWA 3BD $1329 1-855-269-3492> PICKERING 3BD $1650 905-831-1250> AJAX 3BD $1500 647-221-3558>

PEEL REGION LATE NOVEMBER MISSISSAUGA RM 905-670-7670> MISSISSAUGA RM 905-542-9580> 7MISSISSAUGA RM+BATH 905-542-9580> MISSISSAUGA BACH $1095 1-877-841-0796> MISSISSAUGA BACH $1100 1-855-436-4473> MISSISSAUGA 2BD 1-844-598-7447> MISSISSAUGA 2BD 905-785-3834> MISSISSAUGA BACH $950 905-673-1918> MISSISSAUGA 3BD $1525 905-673-1918> BRAMPTON RM $100 416-828-6136> BRAMPTON FRN-RM $135 905-456-3447> BRAMPTON BACH $950 1-855-436-4473> BRAMPTON BACH $950 1-877-730-7244> BRAMPTON 1BD 647-298-8629> BRAMPTON 1BD 647-571-6576> BRAMPTON 1BD-SA $600 647-702-4313> BRAMPTON BACH $925 905-457-31O4> BRAMPTON 3BD $1650 905-457-3104> BRAMPTON BACH $925 905-456-2777> BRAMPTON 3BD $1650 905-456-2777> BRAMPTON BACH $925 905-791-0608> BRAMPTON 3BD $1650 905-791-0608> BRAMPTON BACH $925 905-792-1175> BRAMPTON 3BD $1650 905-792-1175> OAKVILLE 1BD 905-483-7710> OAKVILLE 1BD-SA $750 416-540-1219> CAMPBELVILLE 1BD 519-824-4571>

HAMILTON LATE NOVEMBER WILSON/WELLINGTON  1BD $1000 1-877-646-2343> BARTON/PARKDALE BACH $800 1=844-905-2059> 100 MAIN ST E. 1BD $1050 1-855-7174305> CONCESSION/UPPER GAGE 1BD $999  1-844-541-4985> QUEEN/MAIN 1BD $1100 1-8669-993-5140> DUNDURN/KING BACH $750 1-844-959-5798> MAIN W/OSLER 2BD $??? 1-888-622-4821> JOHN/MAIN 1BD $1075 1-866-984-3614> JAMES/CHARLTON BACH $990 1-844-627-9802  STONEY CREEK> 155 MARKET 1BD $975 1=844-850-3815> 235 REBECCA ST BACH $800 1-877-646-2343> 40 YOUNG ST 1BD $1075 1-866-984-3615> 59 JEROME CRES 1BD $1099 1-844-822-1953  STONEY CREEK> WHITNEY/MERICOURT  1BD $1049 1-844-357-4746> 98 MAIN ST W. 1BD $1050 1-855-707-8186> 75 BARLAKE BLVD 1BD $935 905-561-1397> 12 PROCTOR BLVD 1BD $1079 1-844-877-5439> 99 HERKIMER ST JR-1BD $1025 1-877-830-7764> 255 BOLD ST JR-1BD $1025 1-877-810-5305> 222 BAY ST S. BACH $165 905-877-1973> 59 YOUNG ST BACH $925 1-866-984-3615> DUNDURN N./KING W. BACH $750 1-844-959-5798> 8 EAST/36TH 2BD $1099 1-844-541-4985> 51 81 HUGHSON ST S. BACH $925 1-888-984-3630> 366 MELVIN AVE BACH $925 1-844-9O5-3O59> 76 AIKMAN AVE 1BD $1064 1-844-766-2515> 21 BEN LOMEND PL JR-1BD $899 1-844-822-1943> 1001 MAIN ST W. JR-1BD $95O 1-855-7O7-8182> QUEEN/MAIN BACH $925 1-866-993-514O> 161 EAST AVE S. BACH $025 1-844-357-4763> 44 QUEEN N. 1BD $1988 1-844-53P-5739> 123 CHARLTON AVE N  1BD $969 1-844-541-4948> 355 MELVIN AVE 1BD $97O 1-844-9O5-2O59> 235 REBECCA ST 1BD $1O5O 1-877-646-2343> 100 MAIN ST E. 1BD $1O5O 1-855-717-43O5> 199 MAIN ST W. 1BD $1O5O 1-855-707-8182> 256 BOLD SY 1BD $959 1-844-8O2-892O> 575 QUEENSTON RD 1BD $95O 905-573-1626> 125 WELLINGTON ST N. 2BD $75O 1-866-71O-8656> 10 BEN LOMOND PL BACH $1O5O 1-888-99O-7548> 151 HUGHSON ST S. 1BD $1O75 1-888-984-363O> 1868 MAIN ST W. BACH $1OO5 1-877-83O-85O1> 222 BAY ST S. 1BD $1OOO 9O5-577-1973> 2641 KING ST E. 1BD $949 1-844-359-5634> 265 MELVIN AVE 1BD $91O 905-547-6617> 123-125 BOLD ST BACH $925 1-877-81O-8226> 43 FOREST AVE 1BD $1O75 1-866-984-3644> 12 PROCTOR BLVD 1BD $1O79 1-844-877-5439> 265 MELVIV AVE 1BD $975 905-547-6617> 17 ROBINSON ST 1BD ???? 905-523-8224> 99 HERKIMER 1BD $1075 1-877-83O-1764> 156 MARKET ST 1BD $975 1-844-85O-3516> 877 UPPER GAGE AVE BACH $990 905-318-6135> 145-165 QUEEN ST S BACH $925 1-866-993-514O> 17 ROBINSON ST 1BD ???? 905-523-8224> 222 GAGE AVE S. BACH $925 1-877-83O-738O> 187 PARK ST 1BD $1100 1-866-571-85O4> 16 HELEN ST 3BD $1600 1-877-819-86O2> 221 MELVIN AVE 3BD $15OO 1-888-782-7761> 59 YOUNG ST 3BD $155O 1-866-984-3615> 235 REBECCA ST 3BD $15OO 1-877-646-2343> 111 BARTON ST 3BD $1399 1-844-357-5578> 255 BOLD ST 3BD $1500 1-877-81O-83O5> 100 MAIN SAT W. 3BD $1450 1-855-7O7-8182> HAMILTON 3BDh $1650 905-971-1771>

BRANTFORD 2BDTH ????? 1=844-303-8738> BRANTFORD 3BDTH $1395 1-844-3O3-8738> BRANTFORD 4BDTH ????? 1-8440303-8738> BRANTFORD 1BD $1055 1-877-898-1332> BRANTFORD 3BD $1400 1-866-939-3594>

BOLTON 1BD $1000 416-882-9959>

BURLINGTON 4BDH ? 647-680-9009> BURLINGTON 1BD ? 905-639-8583> BURLINGTON 3BD ? 905-632-2601> BURLINGTON 3BD $1550 1-855-237-6730> BURLINGTON 3BD $1649 1-866-619-1870> BURLINGTON 3BD ? 905-632-2601

BARRIE LATE NOVEMBER BARRIE 2BD ? 1-866-710-6003> BARRIE 2BD ? 1-866-710-8019> BARRIE 2BD ? 1-866-711-0745> BARRIE 1BD ? 1-866-710-8019> BARRIE ROOM $110 705-721-4795> BARRIE BACH $1025 1-844-959-5800> BARRIE 2BD ? 1-866-710-8492> BARRIE 1BD ? 1-866-710-8492 BARRIE 2BD ? 705-737-4463> BARRIE 2BD ? 705-726-4991> BARRIE 3BDTH $1600 1-888-418-7521>                    

SARNIA 1BD $880 519-344-9361 GEORGE ST> SARNIA 2BD $955 519-337-4049 TRILLIUM PK> SARNIA 1BD $850 519-337-4049 TRILLIUM PK> SARNIA JR1BD $790 519-334-9361 GEORGE ST> SARNIA 2BD $850    1-888-553-7021 DURAND ST> SARNIA 2BD $955 519-337-7021 TRILLIUM PK> SARNIA 2BDTH $895 1-844-561-1297 HAMPTON AVE> SARNIA 1BD $750 1-888-553-7021 DURAND ST> SARNIA 1BD $850 519-337-4049 EXMOUTH ST> SARNIA 2BD $950 519-344-9361 GEORGE ST> SARNIA 2BD $955 519-337-4049 EXMOUTH ST> SARNIA BACH $650 1-866-267-3625 QUEEN ST> SARNIA  1BD $850 519-337-4049 EXMOUTH ST> SARNIA 2BD $850   1-866-267-3625 QUEEN ST> SARNIA 2BD $897 519-344-9361 N FORSYTH ST> SARNIA 2BD $897 519-337-4049 BRENCHLEY ST>

LONDON ONT. EARLY DECEMBER

1231 HURON ST 2BD $900 1-866-711-7696> 463 COMMISSIONERS RD W 1BD  $889  519-473-9184> CHEAPSIDE S./HIGHBURY N.1BD  $759  1-888-553-0961> 490 SCENIC 1BD $877 1-855-482-4594> 165 EMERY W. 1BD $799 1-877-393-1512> 1231 HURON 1BD $800    1-866-711-7696> 1231 HURON 2BD $900 1-866-711-7696> 706 BASELINE W. 2BD $949 1-866-720-7003> 1 FRONTENAC 1BD $817 833-374-5993> 380 SOUTHDALE E. 1BD $899 1-866-720-7000> 1230 SANFORD BACH $759 1-866-729-2764> 1123-1131 ROYAL YORK  2BD $890 226-785-0455> 135 CONNAUGHT 2BD $870 1-844-850-3798> 470 SCENIC BACH $817 1-855-482-4504> 20 GAMMAGE 1BD $759 1-866-731-9486> 20 GAMMAGE 2BD $799 1-866-731-9486> 10 BEECHWOOD BACH $845 1-866-221-3964> 112 ARBOUR GLEN 2BD $899 1-866-735-1481> 465 CASTLEGROOVE 1BD $879 1-844-797-1682> 1230 SANFORD 2BD $899 1-866-724-2764> ADELAIDE/HURON 2BD $925 1-866-984-9301> 724 FANSHAWE 1BD $930 519-675-0900> 470 SCENIC 1BD $937 1-855-482-4594> 230 MARCON 1BD $779 1-844-797-1685> 403 COMMISSIONERS  2BD $999 519-473-9184> 106 BASELINE W. 1BD $889 1-866-720-7003> 1231 HURON BACH $925 1-866-711-7695> 724 FANSHAWE E. 1BD $930 519-675-0900> 563 MORNINGTON 2BD $915 1-855-346-6195> 112 ARBOUR GLEN 1BD $799 1-866-735-1481> 165 EMERY W. 2BD $869 1-877-393-1512> 740-758 KIPPS 1BD $749 1-877-725-0602> 1265 BENTLEY 1BD $995 1-844-473-1625> 311 CENTRAL 1BD $940 519-432-8200> 848-852 KIPPS 2BD $965 226-785-1965> 30 CONWAY 2BD $999 1-855-737-3134> 1126 ADELAIDE BACH $915 1-877-536-5773> 165 EMERY W. BACH $759 1-877-343-1512> CHEAPSIDE/HIGHBURY BACH $650 1-888-553-0961> 848-852 KIPPS BACH $775 226-735-1905> 380 SOUTHDALE E. BACH $699 1-866-720-7009> 1231 HURON BACH $725 1-866-711-7606> 106 BASELINE W. 3BD $1249 1-866-720-7003> 1511 ALDERSBROOK 3BDTH $1159 1-866-731-3151> 375-433 RIDGEWOOD 3BDTH $1189 1-855-237-6282> 1549-1566 TOSSACKS 3BD $1500 1-844-850-3799> 1231 HURON 3BD $1025 1-866-711-7696> 112 ARBOURGLEN 3BD $1149 1-866-735-1481> 1231 HURON 3BD $1225 1-866-711-7696> 1000 SOUTHDALE E.  3BD $1129 1-866-729-2765> 1511 ALDERSBROOKE  4BD $1199 1=866-731-3151>

THATS IT FOR NOW.ANYTHING BEYOND THIS IS CRAP

[dunamanticarchivist]

The Munchkin Nein - Mollymawk Tealeaf

Explaining this series

A Mollymawk is a genus of albatross...i honestly have no idea what that means, I am not a taxonomist, I just know it’s something birdy. And I can read wikipedia to get a feel for what they are culturally. Something something sailors and mariners (maybe that explains why he rooms with Fjordy our resident shady sailor)

Anyway, we’re here for the crunch. And admittedly, this character is one of the reasons I got into thinking about this series to begin with, since there has been discussion about how ...well, unimpactful Mollymauk has been in fights. Going to lay out a couple of my thoughts before we actually get into the mechanics.

[Also, edited one day after the post, before M. Mercer decided to whoop dee doo, it’s time to put an end to the naysayers and give the poor Ghostslayer some buffs. And here I was defending Molly as he was; oh well, gonna update the crunch]

First off, if you’re going to compare each character’s output with one another, there can only be one eventual winner and that’s no damn good for anyone. If you compare the options taken as compared to those available, then you’re going to be critiquing on choices and once again, De gustibus non est disputandum, so I’m not gonna go there.

So let’s take a step back and see what Molly has thus far presented himself as and is, from what we can see. I think first and foremost, Mollymauk Tealeaf is a carnie, possibly influenced a great deal by Taliesin Jaffe our pyramidal fey lord and saviour ‘s extensive carnival experience. I will admit, I have never met a carnie, or know what they actually do or are. But from my internet gleaning and perusing (and Talks Machina thank you Brian Cabbage head), I’ve come to think of them as style over substance, highly extroverted and verbose individuals. Competence is optional. Laughter is not. Which really makes for an interesting character, in D&D or real life, I would love to meet a carnie and talk about the meaning of life with them while being as drunk as a sailor on shore leave.

Anyway, back to Mollymauk, there is actually a very recent post on reddit on his actual performance in combat that paints him in a better light, and the usual reddit discussion shenanigans. The one part of that that shifted my view decisively, is the realization that dual wielding is an aesthetic. Molly isn’t a fighter; he isn’t a master swordsman whose blades are an extension of himself nor does he have an instinctive feel for moving his blades in a fashion to cause harm. His scimitars are made out of cheap carnival glass for god’s sake; it's a miracle they haven’t shattered yet. I get a sense that those blades were mostly for show, until they had to be more than that. Still, that isn’t the comfort zone of Molly, who would rather talk and charm his way out of a situation. Which is reflected in his repeated use of Charm Person, Enthrall, and the infamous Vicious Mockery.

So in my opinion, the combat style of Mollymauk reflects his partially revealed backstory. He wants nothing to do with his potentially violent past and is all in on his solely carnival memories. If he could choose, I think he would be a pacifist.

Nonetheless, this is D&D where unless you are an Oath of Redemption paladin, pacifism is not going to be all that attractive since there are so many things that want your hide. So violence it's going to be. With that in mind, that doesn’t always mean you leave behind what you are, going into combat. I can write a whole other series on the human behind the soldier, but that’s for another time, so I’ll just leave this quote from LotR here

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”                                                                                   -Faramir, The Two Towers

Right so, proper crunch time. Level 5 Tiefling (Devil Tongue Variant), Blood Hunter Order of the Ghostslayer.

Armaments: 2 Scimitars that do 1d6 + 3 (DEX mod) apiece, due to the Two-Weapon fighting style. Two attacks with the main weapon, and using a bonus action, can attack with the second scimitar, giving three strikes tops.

As a bloodhunter, one of the ways to increase your damage output is crimson rites to imbue your weapons with magical damage. In Molly’s case, he has Rite of Dawn and Frozen, to add d4 radiant or cold damage respectively. He will gain an additional option at Level 6, that’s just more versatility, but more importantly the damage die increases to d6 (which on average is worth 1 point more). Having 3 damage types is not really versatile, but not completely one dimensional either. Each rite comes at the cost of 1d4 HP deducted from the maximum that only recovers when the rite is deactivated (he isnt healed by that  d4 when max HP returns)

At the moment however, this makes his scimitars 1d6 +1d4 + 3 if activated. As many have pointed out, it takes 1 bonus action to activate each scimitar and Molly only has 1 bonus action each turn. Also, striking with the second scimitar takes a bonus action. It doesn’t help that many of the blood curse options, one of which we do not yet know when Molly leveled to 5, takes up a bonus action as well.

Speaking of blood curses, the one we do know Molly has used is Blood Curse of the Eyeless, which has saved the asses of many of the Nein by inflicting disadvantage on one or two of the incoming attacks. Being a reaction with 60 feet range has contributed greatly to its usability.

Molly’s archetype of Ghostslayer is a situational benefit that contributes a WIS mod to damage undead creatures (+3), at level 11 this will affect all creatures, but for now, only undead creatures will feel this dual wielding sword swinger’s wrath.

[7/6/18 11pm GMT+1 update: Crimson Rite die is now d6 at level 5 bloodhunter, instead of the d4 mentioned above. Also, the Ghostslayer archetype halves the damage suffered when activating Rite of the Dawn. Considering the damage taken also increased, this is a welcome change (though compared to previously, on average, Molly suffers .75 damage less (rounded up to 1) per activation of Rite of the Dawn, though 1 damage more when using Rite of the Frozen. This downside would have happened anyway at Level 6, but now there’s at least a slight improvement. 

Also, as part of the update, Molly would have the option to switch out Blood Curse of the Eyeless. I suspect he would, based on more metagaming logic of a greater variety of playtesting. So might bring us up to 2 unknown blood curses. There are many many other fascinating options, and we might see them within 4 hours of this update]

A couple of things grant Molly some durability in combat. He took the Feat “Tough” which gives more HP when levelling, so at Level 5, he already has the highest HP total of the Nein. Also, his AC is listed as 15 which implies either studded leather or chain shirt. That’s probably on the lower end for the Nein, but sufficient for combat (i guess? depends on how hot Matt’s dice are). Finally, he purchased the Periapt of Wound Closure, which stabilizes him if he goes down. Also, when he rolls dice to regain HP, the results are doubled. (I’m unsure if it applies to healing done to him, or just healing he does on himself; if its the former I can already see the disaster tiefling combo come to life). 

Edit: I’ve asked around and it appears to be specific to interactions involving self healing with hit dice (d10s for Molly) such as healer’s kit and short rests. Still the point stands. 

Regardless, it allows Molly to function like a glass cannon, just like his swords. Yes he’d take hits, but he’ll return the favour, and the difference is that he won’t break, while the monster will eventually be shredded.

And we move onto the Tiefling part of Molly, which mechanically, has 3 spells. Vicious Mockery, Charm Person and Enthrall. All of them involve the target making a WIS save against Molly’s DC 11 [ 8 + 3 (proficiency) + 0(CHA mod)] and if succeeded, the spell does nothing (which has fuelled the perception that Molly hasn’t done much)

The first is a cantrip, while the latter 2 are level 2 spells that can only be cast once per long rest.

For vicious mockery, failing the WIS save causes the target to suffer 2d4 psychic DMG and suffer DISAD on its next attack roll, functioning as a second blood curse of the eyeless. Of note, this and Enthrall, are the only abilities of Molly at >30 to 60 feet ranges, unless he chooses to pick up a rock and throw it. Not very effective, but definitely worth a laugh.

For Charm Person, up to 2 humanoids can be affected. The WIS save is made with advantage if Molly or the Nein are fighting it (debatable if they are being attacked and not fighting back would negate this). Failing the WIS save imposes the “charmed” condition for one hour, unless the spell ends prematurely or they start harming the target. The charmed condition gives advantage to social interactions checks, which with Molly’s CHA mod of 0, would probably be very helpful. Also, for 1 hour, the target cannot attack Molly with weapons or harmful spells

Finally, Enthrall targets visible creatures of choice. The WIS save is made at advantage if in combat. Failing it gives the target disadvantage to WIS (perception) checks on any creature other than Molly for up to a minute. Once again, probably not a combat spell. But Taliesin did use it successfully against the alligators to distract them temporarily from Kiri, so who am I to judge?

The only thing I could think of for these two spells, is possibly to use them together. So while Molly, this colourful spray of bright clothes, tattoos and energy of a tiefling, charms and enthralls a high value target, the rest of the Nein slaughter their guards and entourage.

So there it is, Mollymauk Tealeaf, performer extraordinaire and occasional sword swinger! I personally think that if this is what Molly is, there could be advantages in going full carnie. Make use of that acrobatics proficiency to climb the head of a giant, wield a scimitar in your tail with that sleight of hand +6, hell juggle swords in combat to look threatening and maybe force a WIS save or two to take the heat off of others. The options are endless outside of the book rules and it is up to Taliesin Jaffe to play out this disaster of a tiefling. Hopefully, Matt is kind in these rulings, to reward good RP which is what everyone is here for.

Fortunately, Taliesin is a very experienced D&D player as demonstrated by his extensive knowledge of other character’s abilities (I think he, Matt and Liam together could probably recite half the rulebook and write out the other half by instinct). If I had to make one mechanical optimization choice, for the next ASI, take a +1 to DEX and +1 to CHA to round that score up and get that bonus. It’s also an upgrade without drastically altering the RP choices that can be made.

Thank you everyone who’s reading and liking this series! It’s almost thursday and I’m pretty excited about the next episode like I always am. Maybe even more so now I’ve got a blog. Might liveblog it idk it’s at like 3am in UK when it goes live so depends on my sloppy schedule.

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Teilo Embry Aisling | Twenty Four;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Uninfected Alignment: New Age Rebels Name Pronunciation: T-eh-lo / Ash-ling

History

The Aisling family was an Ivy league legacy and a name spoken among strangers. Teilo Embry was the proverbial middle child, and with the twins born before him, he had not one, but two quintessential standards to model himself after—more if one counted his father, and his father before him.

Teilo’s father was a prosecutor in criminal law for many years, and the Aislings came from a long line of Yale alumni. Now, Grigor Aisling was also a professor at the university, and his notoriety on campus was regarded with both intimidation and awe. Naturally, Yale is where Teilo’s older brother, Arlo, attended. A high achiever in athletics as well as his studies, Arlo rowed for the Yale Heavyweight Crew and was majoring in Medicine.

Arlo’s twin, Nesta, went North, instead, pursuing her BFA at Concordia, in Montreal. She’d said she’d wanted to go for the art and culture that the famous city was known to have, but Teilo was fairly sure she’d just wanted to avoid having her parents breathing down her neck. He couldn’t blame her for that, he supposed, but getting away from his parents wasn’t the reason he accepted Harvard’s offer, rather than that of Yale. His decision to break away from tradition was more built on a desire to escape his predetermined legacy, rather than his parents themselves. He wanted his accomplishments to be his own, and to avoid any postulation that he was receiving special treatment. 

In fact, he was somewhat sullen to leave his mother’s devoted coddling behind. He even often missed his father’s dry and drawling jokes, his impossible dedication to being the cleverest man in the room. Which happened to be a difficult task ‘round a table of over-achievers. Needless to say, family dinners were less like a meal and more like a round of double jeopardy.

And then there was Brenin—Teilo’s younger brother, and the youngest of the family of four kids. Brenin was easily the quietest of the lot of them, but perhaps not the softest. Three years junior to Teilo, he had his sights set on studying anthropology, perhaps with a minor in linguistics. With each of his siblings, Teilo had a dramatically different relationship. He shared his creative nostalgia side with his sister, his almost boyish sense of humour with Brenin. But it was Arlo he looked up to. Arlo, who would challenge him to the end of days with a guileless battle of wits. Arlo, who inspired Teilo’s work ethic, his commitment to making something of himself.

In the September of his first year at Harvard, the smell of cedarwood and lemongrass greeting him in the main hall like a long-awaited welcome home, he knew this would be the beginning of the best years of his life. Anticipated six long years of sweat, blood and tears and was looking forward to every, agonizing second of it.

Unfortunately, as it would turn out, he was barely fated to half that. After spending two years on his undergraduate studies, he was midway through his first year as a graduate student, when best laid plans became of no consequence. 

On the far East Coast of the states, Harvard and the surrounding areas faced mostly secondary debris falling during D-Day. Damage to the city was palpable and chaotic, of course, but over the years, Harvard and other high profile institutions had become relatively equipped for emergency procedures. Bunkers provided shelter during the worst of the falling, and its high towers were a refuge in waiting out the initial floods of first impact.

But as a campus as huge as Harvard, with so much security and resources all in one place, it quickly became the long-term refuge of survivors within a five mile radius. It also became the second Colony to rise, (at least as far as official documentation was concerned), shortly after Colony 1, at MIT—a facility so equipped with labs and scientific resources that within the first year post D-Day, it became a housing unit for much of what would eventually become the intensive research and study of the new world’s evolutions.

For a few months, there was no way to be sure what had happened to his family, but launching himself into an unpredictable landscape to embark on a blind hunt for them, seemed too illogical and irresponsible for Teilo to justify. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to risk himself, but logically and mathematically speaking, keeping where he was, with a connection to some facet of civilization, was his best bet at finding them.

As it would turn out, when contact was reestablished with pockets of survivors in surrounding areas, Teilo found out that his sister, Nesta, was indeed alive, but was having issues finding means of crossing the border and travelling particularly treacherous impact damage, especially by herself. His parents, and his brothers, who were still back in Connecticut, had also survived but were living among other clans. At the time, interstate transportation wasn’t especially plausible, nor was it particularly safe. And so the Aisling family, having at least confirmed each other’s safety, resigned to their continued separation for the time being. With the exception of Arlo, who left New Haven as soon as he could, to try to get to Nesta in Montreal, since she couldn’t get to them.

The thing about residing in Harvard after the apocalypse was that after a few years, for Teilo and other students like him, life arguably wasn’t that different from what it had been before. Or at least, it had an illusion of consistency—a kind of comfort in the known that survivors could cling to for at least some semblance of stability and solace. Of course, everything had changed about the world, how they could navigate through it, and what their places in it were. But as far as their day to day surroundings, the lives of Teilo and his fellow ivy league students, were disrupted on less absolute terms. Unlike people in private residential homes, campus residents were the safest remaining where they were. Of course, only 50-60% of the campus remained safely habitable but that being said, they had access to state of the art security—whatever the depleted resources could still power, that is—and could press on into the darker days with a body of people that had formed long before that fateful day in 2157.

This is how one of the largest Colonies in North America would see its beginning. Harvard’s Colony 2 formed naturally, and its citizens were less like fish washed up on strange shores, but rather bees imprisoned to a hive. They had a tendency to like to look busy, feel busy, be busy. Of course, as a population of high achieving academics, this wasn’t exactly a surprise. And so Teilo was not alone in his restlessness, nor in his desperation to cling to his status as a law student, maybe one day even lawyer—if there was ever again a law to protect.

Teilo Today

When the NWRF rose, they did so out of Colony 1—the first Colony to see the likes of the Reformist regime, and the place that would soon become the home to the NWRF Headquarters. But in the beginning, the NWRF’s influence was slow, patient and mostly unthreatening. It was something being talked about in gossip, but never got enough ground for it to be cause for concern. No one expected it to have the surge in power that it did.

As an Uninfected, Teilo was hardly affected by these rising rumours, but after the Second Falling, when his best friend Sid became one of the newly Infected, the whispers were hitting closer to home. As the NWRF grew, and their impending government rise became a very real inevitability, Teilo and Sid knew it would soon become a matter of fight or flight. If Teilo had only had himself to worry about, he might have stayed. Tried to reconnect with his family. But with Sid as an Telekinetic, the stakes were higher. Teilo wasn’t willing to risk his best friend’s safety and so together, they chose flight.

They left in the middle of the night, trading stolen resources from Harvard (food, technology, Power chips, Echo Chips) to buy their way onto a Merchant ship heading East across the Atlantic. Their hope was that the Reformists would become a thing of the Americas, but that the status divide wouldn’t manifest the same way in other countries, cultures. Teilo knew better than anyone that American culture had a deeply sutured superiority complex.

Leaving Harvard was more difficult for Teilo than he cared to admit, even to himself. He took nearly everything with him, much to Sid’s dismay. Nearly all of his survived belongings—which was basically everything. That which he did have to part with, he made a gigantic fuss about. Because Teilo had always been nostalgic, and was raised material; he had an immeasurable affinity for his tailored suits, fine leather Oxfords, and cap toe boots. He also had a collection of vintage casette tapes he couldn’t bring himself to part with, and truck loads of hardcover books he’d read and reread a hundred times—many of which he’d written notes in the margins. And then there was his Star Wars paraphernalia, because beyond being a bookworm and a academic addict, he was a bit of a closeted nerd.

And these things of his, they were his identity. They were the meat from whence he came. They reminded him of home, of his mother, of his dreams and ambitions—and they were what made him who he was, and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t give a fuck if the world had ended. So long as he was still here, these things were his and they were allowed to still matter to him. He was still allowed to give a shit about this stuff, even though most people seemed to disagree.

Sid, unfortunately, was both a victim and a reluctant supporter to this. It was one of Teilo’s many frustrating idiosyncrasies, and arguably part of his charm. So despite how inconvenient (to put it lightly) it was to lug around three suitcases, two mailbags and a briefcase on their trip to God knew where, Sid seemed to put up with it, for the most part, for which Teilo appreciated him all the more. Of course, he’d pressured Teilo to leave more behind, and there were times Teilo was sure Sid was finding ways to sell off some of Teilo’s books from under his nose in order to lighten the load, but otherwise he was probably more patient with Teilo than he deserved.

It had been two months of travelling by the time they arrived at Colony 22, and most of that had been aboard the crowded lower decks of Merchant ships, making friends with the rodents and gambling with wastelanders and vagabonds. Unfortunately, for these two Ivy League boys, however, their arrival at Colony 22 was met with the ugly discovery that though they had succeeded in putting thousands of miles between themselves and NWRF Headquarters, the Reformists had beat them to the punch. NWRF Reps were already in place at Colony 22, and in the time it’d taken Teilo and Sid to get there, the purging of the wastelands had begun, something which hadn’t even started when they’d left Harvard.

As a young man who spent so much of his life committed to the law and to justice, Teilo doesn’t feel he can just stand by and watch a corrupt government disregard people’s rights. The law and the state may be in disarray since D-Day, but basic human rights remain in tact. As far as he’s concerned, someone needs to be doing something about protecting those rights—regardless of status. The Radical Movement, however, is not Teilo’s idea of progress. Their actions are impetuous, irrational and impulsive—none of which will earn them any long term success. And the Rebels? Well, they are even more infuriating. Though their hearts are arguably in the right place, Switzerland never saved any lives. The time is now and the conflict is real and Teilo believes that the New Age Rebels need to have a stronger voice, need to step up and take responsibility and contribute to this fight for justice by being active participants, rather passively preaching peace but doing nothing to provoke change.

Teilo still thinks about his family regularly, and does what he can to keep in touch. He feels the most angst about being apart from his mother, and the most guilt about having left Brenin behind. Arlo may have been Teilo’s role model, but Teilo had been Brenin’s. He misses their time together, as infrequent as it had been after he’d gone to Harvard. 

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