#steel merchants

[mehtabseikh980]

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[merchant-wizard-and-jerry]

“Shop is open”

1 - Moon stone - 20 currency

2 - enchantment stripper - 17 currency

3 - lock-picks - 13 currency

4 - Kings and crowns’ TCG - 5 currency

5 - dust - 4 currency

6 - organ - 19 currency

7 - Skulls booster pack - 5 currency

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"Wizard Essentials"

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Staff - wooden - 4 currency

Orb - glass - 8 currency

Robes - red/blue/purple - 1 currency per robe

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"Consumables"

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1 - Mana potion - 10 currency

2 - healing vial - 5 currency

3 - skin of dragon mana - 20 currency

4 - healing tablet - 10 currency

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"Salt"

@bi-gender-sorcerer @viscerawizard

[egginfroggin]

Imagine a crossover between Pandemonic Paradise and Best Intention. So much angst...

I'm gonna be completely honest with you, Anon, I don't think that Volo would survive that.

Either Akari and Rei kick the life out of him and he doesn't even get to take the Plates from Emmet, or Ingo just freaking goes for the throat when he gets there.

(Or Emmet hits him with the doe eyes and Volo just keels over from the guilt of even thinking about hurting such a cute kid)

But on the off chance that Emmet does get sent to the Distortion World and Ingo goes after him... well the knife situation won't be as potent, at least, Ingo can just kind of dodge around and scruff him.

(He's so tiny, he's much too tiny, why is he so small, even for the age he's been reduced to, Ingo doesn't remember him ever being so small, so scared, so scrawny and thin, so haunted)

(Emmet is a tiny, shaking bundle of bones in his arms, kicking with everything he has to escape, and it's sickening to know how impotent he is against someone with good intentions, let alone how utterly helpless he must have been against Volo and Giratina)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! I hope you have a great day. ^^

[weergang]

New Nozzle

If you know cars or trucks, you might think this is a big fuel nozzle. It's a nozzle for a 500 kW auxiliary engine.

But this is the nozzle for our 12000 kW main engine, both 4 stroke 6 in line funny enough.

Let's install it on the fuel valve/ nozzle body. We need a nut, a small spanner and a bit of hydraulics to torque it to the required 1600 Nm.

Now we put the internals in it, those allow us to regulate the opening pressure. This injector came out of the engine with a broken spring!

Testing! The opening pressure is set to 600 bar.

[video in a reblog, I hope, it doesn't want to load?? why tumblr?]

All good, let's wrap it up and put it stand by for future use. Oh, and a picture of how dirty the nozzles come out of the engine, (running on Heavy Fuel Oil), yes these nozzle tips are use and throw away parts for us.

[don1t1red]

i dont know how this type of celebration is called but i know that Dishonored would be ten times better if we had one

[kultofathena]

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“Vikings” is the modern name given to seafaring people originally from Scandinavia (present-day Denmark, Norway, and Sweden), who from the late 8th to the late 11th centuries raided, traded, and settled throughout parts of Europe. Our Petersen Type L fighting axe, which we have called the Vikingr, is one that any Viking warrior of the time would have been proud to carry and is based on the dimensions and weights of historical examples. The head weighs approximately 1lb, and when mounted on a haft of the right length – it becomes a very quick and balanced weapon that is an absolute joy to wield.

Available to order now.

[randomnameless]

IS giving Rinkah a 25% strength growth in Fates is still insane to me lmao; for reference, among the Hoshido-exclusive units, the only character with a worse STR growth than her (other than mages, who obviously have no need for strength anyway) is Setsuna, someone who's also considered one of the worse units in BR and Rev.

Do you have any personal favorite examples of a FE character that had potential but got screwed due to being given bad growths?

I wouldn't say being given bad growths, but the DB in FE10 is infamous for some of its characters to have growths... that do not fit their class at all lol

iirc, Meg is a knight, a class known for its shit spd and skill growths, but good strength and def growths? Well, kill that, Meg has the same spd growth as Lucia with a wooping 65% spd growth, when Ike only has 35%

(in an usual game where availability doesn't screw the DB, they have the potential to be really funny units!)

Sadly, Meg has a shit def growth (35%) so for a defensive unit... and class stat caps are a thing, so she's sort of difficult to use!

Nolan is a bit more salvageable than Meg though, because even if he doesn't have the biggest strength growth ever - he has the growths of a swordsmaster lol, when he is supposed to be an axe fighter. So, unlike Boyd, Nolan can hit, sometimes twice, and sometimes he can dodge!

Ultimately, I think Meg is both screwed by growths and RD's shit availability for the DB which makes relying on bases more important, but the concept of a knight who dodges was an interesting one!

[vikramjain]

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[poguehearted77]

Between The Lines

Summary-> It's the little things that go on behind the scenes between you and Drew that makes your chemistry electric.

Belongs to my: OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank Series

These can be read in any order!

"Park place." Maddison narrates where Drew lands his dog piece across the monopoly board. "I'll buy it." He says but your hand is in his face, "Not so fast. I'm sure you would love to buy it if I didn't already have a hotel on it. You owe me $1500. Pay up." You show him your open palm, ready for lots and lots of cash.

"He's so cooked. Look at that pathetic stack of cash Drew has. I've got piggy banks with more than that." Jonathan's comments send the four of you erupting into a fit of laughter which eventually dies down to a patient silence. "Sometime today would be great." Madison clears her throat.

"Josh is coming!" Drew points, appealing to your gullibility and you all fell for it. By the time you realized he was bluffing, the board was tossed and the pieces were all out of place. He gets up and runs off as if he already knew you'd be hot on his heels.

Your outburts left JD and Madison alone to pick up the pieces, but not without an interesting conversation. "50 bucks they're together by the time we finish the season." Madison says it so casually as she reaches underneath the couch for the pieces.

"So I'm not crazy? You see it too?" He looks almost relieved. "Trust me, I've got a knack for these things." JD seems skeptical about the timeline of the bet. "I dunno, we finish filming in four months. That might be too soon, I say by the premiere."

The both of them look up to Carlacia who seemed to have been streaming live on her istagram. She enters the room mumbling something about getting winded by you and Drew sprinting past her.

Madison scoffs, "That's like nine months from now. They could get together and break up by then, but you know what-- If that's what you wanna bet, then be my guest." She holds out her hand and JD shakes on it. "You're on."

"We're ready for you guys." One of the assistants notifys them that it was time to head to the screening room where the weekly table reads were held.

Today would be your first look at the script for the second episode, and to say you were shocked was an understatement.

Script Summary:

Eventually the pogues put their trust in Piper and she gives them a fair exchange of some arms that they can handle, while she opts for her weapon of choice, a steel pipe.

"How do you think I got the name and the scar?" She says and it puts an odd sense of comfort among the group, minus a skeptical Rafe, to know you were confident enough in your skills that you didn't need a gun.

They beleived they were in good hands, until they realized they weren't. There was movement coming from the bushes and it made the pogues stand on guard, beckoning them to come out. Soon, the figures finally revealed themsleves. More mercenaries.

"Nicely, done Piper. It seems you can still make yourself useful after all." The red-headed woman speaks up, tossing you a pouch of money that you caught with one hand effortlessly.

"Never doubt my capabilities, it's insulting." You warn, tucking the pouch into the bag strapped across your back. The british woman continues, "Y'know, Mr. Finch could use your talents again. Once we're done tying up loose ends, we're headed back to home base in Lisbon."

Rafe is livid. He knew he couldn't trust you. It couldn't be by pure coincidence that the mercenaries popped up in the middle of this oasis when you were leading. "Lisbon? You told us Finch was here-" Kiara exclaims and Rafe interrupts.

"It was all a lie, from the very beginning. Mr. Alami, the merchant from Agapenta, he was working with you, wasn't he? You knew he'd send us to you, and now you got your sad little payout from these dipshits for bringing us to them." Rafe seethes.

"I'll neither confirm nor deny that claim, love the enthusiasm though." Your attitude remains unbothered throughout the ordeal until Pope demands, "What do you want from us? We don't have the crown! Groff took it." The red head shrugs casually, sharpening her blades as she approaches the group.

"Don't you worry, Groff will get what's coming to him. For now, it's time to repay the debt that is owed. You get blood on your hands, I get blood on mine." Your eyes bulge, "Hang on, you never said you wanted to kill them." You step in and the woman pays you no mind.

"Perhaps because It's none of your concern. You've got your cut, now's a good time as ever to leave. It's about to get messy." She retracts her hand, about to plunge the blade into Pope when she's knocked out cold by a flying piece of steel.

The group looks over to you in shock, fear, and a hint of gratitude, but there's no time to gush about it when there's suddenly a brawl that breaks out between the mercenaries and the pogues.

You all hardly take them out before escaping.

"Piper, what the hell?!" John B yells and his anger is heavily agreed on in the group, you take it on the chin before offering the most sincere apology you could come up with. They're unconvinced. "I deserve that. Everything you heard back there is true. Finch's Fortress is in Lisbon. If you find him, you'll find Groff," You trail off, reaching into your bag, handing Cleo the pouch of money you'd just gotten.

"Take this. It's more than enough to get you a boat big enough to get across the atlantic and even have some leftover for food for a few days. When you arrive on the coast of Cascais, you'll need to head north in-land."

There's silence.

A long silence, nervous glances between the pogues and Rafe's eyes roll. "You guys cannot seriously be considering trusting her. She almost had us killed! Am I the only one who cares about making it back home?"

"Just shut up, Rafe!" John B silences him, and Pope speaks up. "Listen, I don't know about you guys but Piper just saved my life when she didn't have to. We've already lost someone. Going after Groff could be a suicide missison for all we know. But we all know this isn't about our safety, it's about revenge. For JJ." His speech is moving, the expressions agree.

"For JJ." They all agree.

"To Lisbon we go." Cleo chimes, and the group moves on.

End of Script*

You had just finished reading the script and you were blown away. The cast never knows what to expect whenevfer a new script is dropped in front of them.

"Wait a minute... If the pogues are going to Lisbon in the next episode then," Madison trails off and the director ties in, "So are we. Pack your bags, flights are booked for Saturday morning at 5am, please do not miss these flights, we're not opposed to writing you out!" Josh jokes and there's excited and shock all around the table.

You knew that the last season of the show had implied that the pogues would be on their way to Lisbon but it never dawned on you that it would be so soon, even though it made sense.

"You ever been to Portugal?" Drew leans in, a soft whisper in your ear tickled your skin and made the hairs on the back of your neck at attention. "Never, have you?" He thinks about it, "If a layover counts then yes, yes I have." You're not sure if the joke was funny or if it just left the mouth of an incredibly attractive man, nonetheless, it made you giggle.

Madison kicks JD from under the table, jutting her chin towards the two of you giggling in secret and he rolls his eyes. "Patience." He says it calmly, but Madison is impatient, she knows she'll reign triumphant by the end of it all.

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It’s a Friday night—or, more accurately, the early hours of Saturday morning. The world outside your accommodations complex is still cloaked in sleep, and you should be too. But no. The responsibility of making your flight in two hours has ripped you from the warmth of your bed. Groggy but determined, you scrambled to gather your belongings, knowing you wouldn’t be back.

After a last sweep of the room, you opened the door with a flicker of confidence—only to jump at the sight of a six-foot-two figure standing in your doorway.

“Drew! Oh my god, you scared me.” Your hand flew to your chest in a theatrical gesture, your pulse thrumming in your ears.

A small smile tugged at his lips, his eyes crinkling slightly. “Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were actually up. Everyone else already left. There’s one driver still waiting downstairs.” His voice was smooth, annoyingly easy to listen to this early in the morning. Too easy.

“You sound oddly refreshed for 3 a.m.,” you quipped, your own voice still husky from sleep as you grabbed your suitcase.

“That’s the beauty of insomnia.” He shrugged, gesturing to his temples with a finger like it was some kind of genius life hack. “You can’t wake up tired if you never really sleep.”

The elevator dinged open, and the two of you stepped inside. The silence that settled was heavy, charged with something you couldn’t quite define. It hung there until you both spoke at once:

“So where are you—” “How did you—”

You broke into quiet laughter, and Drew’s mouth twitched with amusement. “You first,” he said, giving you a slight nod.

“How did you know I hadn’t already left with the others?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. For a moment, something flickered across his face—an emotion too quick to name—before a light blush dusted his cheeks. He masked it with an easy tone.

“I did some askin' around,” he replied, the answer short and almost vague. It was just enough to spark your teasing instincts.

“Ah,” you said with a smirk, ��so you missed me?”

Instant regret settled within you. The elevator seemed too small, too still as Drew turned to look at you, his gaze steady and disarming. For a heartbeat, he didn’t respond, and your cheeks grew warm under his stare.

“You could say that,” he finally said, the ghost of a smirk curling the corner of his lips. His attention shifted to the elevator doors as they slid open, leaving you to wonder if you’d imagined the whole thing.

The ride to the airport was longer than expected thanks to roadwork that forced a detour. You should've been annoyed, but at some point, your head found its way to Drew’s shoulder, and your eyes fluttered shut. The fabric of his hoodie was soft against your temple, and his warmth lulled you into a half-dream state.

Drew didn’t dare move. The weight of your head against him was almost too perfect, and he fought the sudden urge to reach for your hand resting on your lap. Instead, he focused on the ticking clock in the back of his mind and the quiet hum of the car.

When you arrived, he sprang into action. “C’mon, we don’t have time to waste,” he murmured, grabbing your suitcase and his carry-on in one hand while ushering you toward the terminal with the other.

You barely had to lift a finger. Drew handled everything—tickets, baggage check, even navigating customs—with practiced efficiency, his jaw set and his movements quick. He wasn’t just organized; he was determined.

“Do you always walk as fast as a drill sergeant?” you teased as you reached the gate, breathing a little easier now.

He shot you a look, his lips twitching. “I'm not a huge fan of being late,” was all he said. But the way his eyes lingered on yours for half a second longer than necessary told you there was more to it than that.

Finally, you made it to your seats in first class. You settled across the aisle from Madelyn, who flashed you a bright smile.

“I was starting to think you two wouldn’t make it,” she teased, leaning toward you with a glint in her eye. There was an underlying subtext to her words but you were too tired to decipher it.

“Drew made sure that didn’t happen,” you replied with a soft laugh. The words were simple, but they carried a warmth you couldn’t quite suppress.

From behind your seat, Drew caught the sound of his name on your lips--and god did he love the way it sounds. He didn’t know what you’d said, but it didn’t matter. The fact that you were talking about him stirred something in his chest.

As the flight began, you glanced back once, meeting his gaze. He held it for a fraction of a moment before looking away, his expression unreadable.

And yet, for the rest of the flight, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop replaying the memory of the weight of your head on his shoulder—or wondering what it might feel like to hold your hand in his.

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[egginfroggin]

Heehoo, Pandemonic Paradise doodles.

Doodle jabbers:

Been in my head for a while; just him. Pulling on a glove. Looking uhhhh less than happy.

The goodest Doom Chandelier! She, uh. First time, eh?

From the next chapter! Ingo meeting three good little Rotoms! I am very happy with the profile.

I gave him a steel chair. Finally.

Steel chair saga continues with violent intent.

4 and 5 aren't in the actual fic. They're just there for sillies.

I can't believe that my first time drawing Volo was for this.

(Program used: Krita)

(Time taken: approximately 2 hours 15 minutes) (that's a lot don't look at me that's a lot)

[tenth-sentence]

One hint is in an ancient book of sailors' directions, the Periplus of the Erythrean Sea, written by an anonymous merchant living in Egypt around A.D. 100.

"Guns, Germs and Steel: A Short History of Everybody for the Last 13,000 Years" - Jared Diamond

[kultofathena]

Markland Merchants – Vikingr (Raider) – Type L Fighting Axe

This hafted version of the Markland Merchants Raider Axe is a robust, real axe meant for serious reenactors and enthusiasts and was designed by a Viking reenactor who wished to make a higher quality and more accurate Viking axe available. It is crafted to a higher level of quality than many other axes with attention paid to fit and finish, such as the fitting of the axe to the stained Hickory haft being tailored to each haft by using the historical techniques of clamping and bending the points of the axehead into the wood to make it very closely fitted to the haft and highly resistant to movement. The fitting of the axe socket is futher enhanced by a sheet of malleable copper to form-fit the interior of the axe socket to the haft which is a fine bit of practical detailing that is historically accurate, but rarely executed with modern replicas. Please Note: we recommend using Butchers block wax to re-seal and moisturize the handles to keep them from drying out and shrinking over time. Replacement hafts will be made available in the near future.

“Vikings” is the modern name given to seafaring people originally from Scandinavia (present-day Denmark, Norway, and Sweden), who from the late 8th to the late 11th centuries raided, traded, and settled throughout parts of Europe. Our Petersen Type L fighting axe, which we have called the Vikingr, is one that any Viking warrior of the time would have been proud to carry and is based on the dimensions and weights of historical examples. The head weighs approximately 1lb, and when mounted on a haft of the right length – it becomes a very quick and balanced weapon that is an absolute joy to wield.  If you close your eyes, you can almost hear the sails rippling in the wind, feel the salt spray on your face, and taste the sea air seasoned with a slight hint of burning thatch.