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[damnrightshow]

Thursday show make you feel to go to Funk club. If you missed this episode, play again on YouTube.

Check sounds and playlist !

1. "I Need Your Love" TIM (Celtex)

2. "Strung Out On Your Love" RIVAGE (Tempus)

3. "Call For Love" UNIVERSAL TOGETHERNESS BAND (Soul Direction)

4. "World Full Of People" EVERYDAY PEOPLE feat ALEXIS (Brownstone)

5. "Life" FAMILY OF SWEDE (Cordial Recordings)

6. "A Hunk Of Funk" THE GATURS (Gatur)

7. "Peter In Or Out" WAYNE CARTER (Mootreys)

8. "The Electric Skunk" THE BLACK SUNSHINE (Kyles)

9. "It's A Rat Race" THE LEADERS (Superstar)

10. "Backtalk" THE 2ND AMENDMENT BAND (Monet)

11. "It Ain't Fair But It's Fun" THE FABULOUS ORIGINALS (Jewel)

12. "The Psycho" THE FABULOUS MARK Ⅲ (Twink)

13. "My Mind Set Me Free" HOUSE GUESTS (House Guests)

14. "Feel The Shock" BLACK FUR (Bar-Tone)

15. "Simple Song" ZEBRA (Zebra)

16. "Give It Up" HORIZON (Shine)

17. "Gotta Git Down" THE FAMILY SOUND BAND (Artist's Recordings)

18. "Since I Was A Little Girl" HARD DRIVERS feat VIVIAN LEE (Hawes)

19. "Slapping Some Soul Upon Me" LITTLE JIMMY EDWARD (Key-Loc)

20. "Butter Nut Part 2" THE BLACK TRUTH BAND (The Black Truth)

21. "You Got It All, Ain't No More" THE BLENDERS LTD (Grayslak)

22. "Clap Your Hands" REGINALD MILTON & THE SOUL JETS (Milton)

23. "Mr. Fortune" THE HITCHIKERS feat THE MIGHTY POPE (Heart)

24. "Super Cool Brother" L.A. BARE FAXX (Watts USA)

25. "Funky Chick" THE MAJESTICS (Morsound)

26. "Mystery Of Black Part 2" THE SHADES OF BLACK (Julmar)

27. "Reborn" MARILYN BARBARIN AND THE SOUL FINDERS (Bo-Sound)

28. "Party On The Moon" ODELL KNIGHT (Valiant)

29. "I Wanna Take You Uptown" THE VARIATIONS (Right On)

30. "That Was Whisky Talkin'" RONNIE FORTE (Tarx)

31. "Harlem Rumble" GRAMBLING COLLEGE MARCHING BAND (Spontaneous Arts)

32. "Boss Action" ENCHANTING ENCHANTERS (BenMoKeith)

33. "Because You're Funky" FUNKA FIZE (Royce)

34. "Let's Get Together" NATURAL IMPULSE (Epsilon)

35. "Dance" MASHEEN & CO. (Movin & Groovin)

36. "Lovely Day" LIBERATION OF MAN (CNR)

37. "I Told You So" DELFONICS (Philly Groove)

38. "Talkin' Bout Ya Baby" THE MIGHTY MARVELLOWS (Abc)

39. "Time Ain't Gonna Do Me No Favor" FREDERICK HYMES Ⅲ (Fab Vegas)

40. "I'm Only A Man" THE GASLIGHT (Great Junction)

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[speedartist-skyliner]

Hey look this is the rest of that page I was talking about of my Thanksgiving peace.

This is Kaja is a character you guys might haven't seen before.So let's just say she's not the kindest hearted to people from afar.She's a really rough around anyone that's not in her group.She tries not to come off like she hates you for no reason.even if she has a reason to be Hesitant to be so trusting of her kindness to people.But if you crack her shell and then you can actually probably find some body really somewhat kind - also she like a gard dog to people she cares about, soon you get there you well protected.They're very transparent and what they say they will tell you what they think about what's going on with almost no restrained.But that's not the bad part is more worse if they don't say anything at all it makes it more of a what do they think and how bad this can be.And her job is really dicey she does a lot of illegal things but she rather not talk about it to other people that probably could send her to jail. but if you're in her friend group she only tells you sometimes of odd jobs if you're not her employee. she's up for hire for anybody good or bad she just does her job because that's all she thinks that she can do. she can really do what she can do pretty well.

And she has a Tarxic there are little creatures that can hands whoever they host in locations.where some of there species can do two places but most of them only can do one.when they attaching themselves and using their abilities to give their host an extra push if in a direction that they need for example you see on the picture you see Kaja I have it cover her mouth and her arms -where I account is two locations- can give her fire ability strength and mobility in the location of the where is the Tarxes can be around and of course it can cast fire into the direction that the host wants it too- if there fire based. But these ahandsments come with a price Tarxes is can honestly mess oh so pretty badly of ways attaching and bonding stages if they choose to. most Tarxes is just jump around host to host looking for the one who they desire. but then they find a host It can give very long lasting or short affects towards the host like fire abilities can mostly affect the body heat of the host where they cannot control it anymore and Electric Tarxes can give their host amazing electrical abilities but yet it can also give them very bad twitching in uncontrollable need to dispell out energy. So yeah these things are amazing but it's has consequences if they decide you or the one that I want to bond with.

Inspired a bit by @symbioteswap by @hoodnot

[abstrakshun]

Deborah Remington (American, 1930 - 2010)

Tarx - 1998

more here

[jackhkeynes]

baury "panic"

baury /boˈri/ [bʊˈʀi] - panic, frenzy, overwhelming fear or anxiety; - despair, hopelessness, the utter loss of any hope that one's circumstances can improve

Etymology: from Old Boral bauri, baari et al. "panic, alarm", borrowed from the synonymous northern dialect word baar, baor with the addition of the redundant nominal suffix -ri (modern Boral -ary). This word, whence also baurous "desperate, frantic", is of obscure origin, but the traditional view is that it descends from Latin pavor "fright, anxiety".

N'y tarsc nascenç recevent fo jo emplið con baury. /ni tarx naˈxɛnts ˌre.tseˈvɛnt fo ʒo ɛmˈplɪθ kɔn boˈri/ [ni ˈtɑːx nɐˈçɛnts ˌʀe.dzɪˈvɛnt fo ʝo ɪmˈplih kɔm bʊˈʀi] in=def card birth get-pt.prs be.pst 1s fill-pt.pst with panic I was filled with panic when I got the birthday card.

[locria-writes]

untitled pt. 4.1/?

general notes -- dilf? dad i'd like to fathom

last edit -- 07/07/22

The Antevorte Foundation had its beginnings in the aftermath of the First Liberation War, ninety-one years ago.

The First Liberation War had been a bitter ten-year struggle for independence for Concordia, or as it was collectively known as back then, the Lagrange Colonies. The war technically ended as a loss for Concordia, their bid for independence going unrecognized, but in the end, they ended up with a strategic victory, having severely weakened the various supranational organizations and corporations on Earth to the point of collapse, and securing greater autonomy.

Truthfully, it was a miracle the colonies weren’t completely destroyed and subjugated, seeing as Earth had the overwhelming advantage in numbers and technology for the most part of the ten-year war. The first six years consisted mostly of low-level skirmishes in orbit, the occasional terrorist attack, violent crackdowns in colonies that were thought to be too rebellious, and resembled civil unrest more than a war. Fighting intensified in the seventh and eighth years, with more and more of it spilling into the colonies’ territory, which rightfully led people to believe independence was a doomed cause.

In the ninth year, the tides turned in favour of the colonies when Felix Sun unveiled what S-V Industries called Venators – giant bipedal war machines meant for space combat, modelled after the aerospace workers used for asteroid mining and colony building. They were deadly anti-ship weapons, and so even though the colonies lacked the manpower to really win the war, they managed to force an armistice favourable to their cause.

After the war, Concordia began heavily investing and developing Venators until they came to the challenge of overcoming the average human’s abilities. Then came the Mercury Frame, which sought to push the limitations of what was possible, but of course, that meant that the majority of humans could not pilot them. That was when the Antevorte Foundation came to be – the brainchild of the aerospace-focused S-V Industries, the pharmaceutical company TaRx, and the biotech company Aion Sciences. Their purported raison d’être was to find gifted children and help them achieve their full potential, but in reality, they just sought out children who had the talents to become Mercury Frame pilots and groomed them into becoming ace pilots through less-than-ethical medical procedures and strict training. It wasn’t lost on Symphora that majority of these children of more impoverished backgrounds.

While many initially held the Antevorte Foundation in disdain, that attitude quickly changed with the arrival of the Second Liberation War just sixty-five years later, a far bloodier and costly war that finally won Concordia its full independence in ‘38. The pilots trained by the Antevorte Foundation proved incomparable in their achievements, and so the group was lauded for their achievements.

Every year in February and August, the Antevorte Foundation would host exclusive dinner parties (all paid for by one of the three founding companies) to entice an exclusive list of investors (mostly other old and prestigious corporations, or sometimes other old money families), and to give the children a chance to find a sponsor to ensure a comfortable lifestyle. It was a win-win; the Antevorte Foundation got to show off their achievements, the impoverished children would be able to guarantee a comfortable life for themselves and their families, and the wealthy could pat themselves on the back for a charitable act.

“This feels like putting lipstick on a pig.” Elliot mumbled as he stepped out of her washroom, donning the suit Januaria had lovingly designed for him.

“If you’re a pig, then what would everyone else be?” Symphora finished typing the last of her history assignment and closed her laptop.

The blonde had always gone on and on about how Elliot was the perfect model, and she was inclined to agree. He was a bit shorter than most of his peers at 170 cm, but he lacked the lanky awkwardness that most of them had. He had a pleasant face, one that was always open and friendly, with light brown hair and eyes. It would be a rather herculean task to make him look bad, and even then, Januaria had outdone herself with this. Sure, it was a simple cut, but sometimes that was all that was needed to make an already-pretty thing become beautiful.

“How was this so expensive? I thought it’d look crazy from the price.”

“Good materials and good craftsmanship.” She didn’t have the heart to tell him that the 14 000 denarii price was for the suit only, and didn’t include his shoes. “Sit down over there.”

“Where, the vanity?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Makeup.” There was a beat of silence before Elliot tried to stand up, but she forced him back down to the chair. “Why do you look so scared? Worried I’ll make you ugly?”

“There’s a 50% chance you’re gonna make me look like a clown, purely for your own amusement.”

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Their skin tones were pretty different, so there wasn’t much she could really do. “I’ll just tidy up your brows, make your skin even glowier, and fix your hair, okay?”

“That doesn’t sound as reassuring as you think it does, Syma.”

“Fine, then you make yourself pretty.” Puffing her cheeks petulantly, she carefully threw herself onto her couch, making sure not to mess with the deceptively simple bun that she had styled at the salon earlier, and tossed him the makeup bag. Elliot laughed, catching it easily as he slipped back into the washroom. Taking one of the stray locks that framed her face, she studied the colour – a dark magenta, almost the same shade as burgundy. When Elliot arrived earlier, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. She wondered if her father would have a similar reaction.

And as though she had summoned him, three sharp knocks came from her door before it opened, and in stepped her father.

Metellus Sun gave off two very distinct impressions. If one were to go by his reputation, they would probably have the image of an austere middle-aged man with more than enough experience to spare, as a decorated war hero of the Second Liberation War, a Vice Marshal in the Concordian Aerospace Fleet, Chairman, President, and CEO of S-V Industries, Director of the Antevorte Foundation, and probably more that she can’t bring herself to remember because they’re practically meaningless to her.

If one were to go off from his appearance alone, it wouldn’t be wrong to assume he worked in the entertainment industry (funny that, he had the philosophy that to succeed in life, one must always be an actor), and it most certainly would be understandable to not think he had a young teenaged daughter. He was still very young, not quite thirty-five yet, and he looked somewhere closer to being in his mid-late twenties, and had the air of an unattached bachelor (which was sort of true, if one disregarded his string of failed relationships).

Her father was an average height, 177 cm, which made Symphora wonder why she was still so short, and how she could steal some tall genes to at least crack 150 cm, and of a slender and lithe build. She resembled her father, apparently, since she couldn’t really see it beyond the fact they were both ghostly pale during winter, and they both had black epicanthic eyes. It was a bit uncomfortable whenever she would hear people at school call him handsome, or good-looking, even more so when she would stumble upon those comments online or while listening to broadcasts (some comments may have left her more than a little traumatized).

“Syma, I thought I told you to tell me when you got back.”

“It went to voicemail.”

“You could still leave a message, or a send a text.” His eyes trailed over to her hair. “Did you get that done today? It looks very nice.”

“Wait, what?” Symphora blinked, touching her hair. “It’s nice? That’s it?”

Her father raised a brow. “Did you want me to say it looks bad?”

“No, but aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? You’re old enough to make these kinds of choices for yourself.”

“I…never mind.” Huh, she really thought he’d get upset, or at least have a stern word or twelve for her. He was weirdly rigid and traditional at times, but lenient at others. He let her get several ear piercings, but rejected the idea of a navel piercing. He was fine with her dyeing her hair magenta, but had promptly taken her to get her hair cut when she let Januaria talk her into an asymmetrical hairdo last year. He always talked about how important it was for her to have pride in being a Sun with all the power and privilege that came with it, but had drilled things like cooking and cleaning into her for the sake of self-sufficiency.

“By the way, do you have a friend over?”

“Yeah.” She sat up, kicking her legs a bit in the process.

“You shouldn’t have guests over when we’re leaving soon.”

“Oh, he needed a ride to the party.”

“’He’?” Her father’s brows furrowed, and as luck would have it, Elliot walked out of the washroom.

The three of them just kind of stared at each other for a moment, before Elliot’s face lit up, and he bounded over like an overgrown puppy before doing a rather poorly-executed salute. “Vice Marshal Sun….! I…I…it’s an honour to meet you, sir!”

Her father forced a smile, returning the salute politely as he glanced over at her. “I know I said you should have fun at this age, but aren’t you a little young to have boys over in your room alone?”

“He’s just a friend,” she grumbled, more than a little mortified by the implication, but grateful Elliot was too starry-eyed to notice it.

“Just a friend.” He looked at her, then at Elliot, then back to her, rather skeptically, which rather annoyed her. If she were messing around with a guy, she wouldn’t be dumb enough to bring them home, let alone chance any potential meetings with her father.

Thankfully, he didn’t press the matter any further, though she suspected he would give her an earful later whenever they were truly in private again.

[cosmostasia]

Cosmostasia’s Story

So as I mentioned in my first post, Cosmostasia is the character that I played in a long-form Dungeons & Dragons campaign with some of my best friends in high school. Obviously we were all getting ready to graduate, go off to college, etc., so we decided that once we completed our last campaign objective, we would find a way to tie up the story. It was a kind of bitter-sweet realization, but we made a lot of amazing memories along the way!

I joined the game during my junior year in high school, probably a few weeks after the game itself was started. My then-friend (now girlfriend) was in the game and had invited me. This was my first game ever, and honestly, I’ve never had so much fun with D&D! Our DM was an expert in just about everything, ran the game smoothly, answered just about every question... He’s a great DM, but I’m sad to say that since graduation he’s had almost no time to run another game.

But that’s all reminiscence about better days, not the story!

My character - at the time, named Anastasia - was a shapeshifter wizard. Most of her studies involved mapping the cosmos, reading star charts, and understanding the movements of the celestial bodies. I’ve always loved space, so it felt right making a wizard who was also an astronomer!

As the campaign went on, my girlfriend’s character (a tiefling bard name Tarx) basically became Anastasia’s love interest. Yes, there was romantic and intimate involvement, but we never really went into that kind of detail at the table - it was more heavily implied, “fade to black” than anything. Of course, that never stopped my mind from racing and thinking about how our characters did things... Normally, Anastasia had a relatively small bust, but Tarx was pretty open with his preference. Anastasia, of course, is a shapeshifter.

You get the idea there.

Moving on though, we went on to deal with a lot of problems throughout the world, from roving bandits and raiding orc factions, to entire armies of undead being raised and controlled by an ultra-powerful lich named Victus. Victus would become a recurring villain for us since whenever we killed him, his soul just returned to his phylactery and he would reincarnate at an unknown location in the world.

Our final campaign arc involved the Queen of Sarpathion, Queen Anisterian von Draxxis. A few of our questlines had involved going and saving some of the princes and princesses of the von Draxxis royalty - apparently they had been kidnapped at different points and no one was able to find them. Or at least, no one was brave (or stupid) enough to challenge the people that did it. From bandit chiefs to full-blown warlords and archmagi, one of whom turned out to be an ancient black dragon (imagine fighting THAT at level 10!!). Well, we managed to round the three of them up and bring them home to safety.

W R O N G .

Turns out what we had actually done was deliver Queen Anisterian the three children she had borne specifically for a blood sacrifice. For context, the von Draxxis line were all tieflings - part of the only reason Tarx cared at all about them was because they were like him, and he’d been treated poorly in other kingdoms.

Apparently Queen Anisterian was waiting until just the right moment when a solar eclipse would coincide with a planetary alignment (which my character knew about btw! We had been talking about this for months in advance!). During that brief moment, the time would be right for her to sacrifice her offspring and drink their blood, turning her into a matron vampire.

What she hadn’t been counting on was that our party in had become good friends with Dimerius, Alistarge, and Valliana von Draxxis. Lots of fun adventures and hard-fought victories were won by their sides. As such, if she was going to hurt them, she’d be answering to us. She also didn’t know that this ritual (which was apparently copied from the Book of Vile Darkness) would also cause untold instability in the Weave around the ritual site. Basically, you use magic within a mile of this place, and reality has a pretty solid chance of just unraveling itself. Fun, right? We got to learn this because one of our characters was a less-than-good-and-not-in-a-neutral-way vengeance paladin, and he’d managed to catch a glimpse of the Book of Vile Darkness the last time we’d dealt with Victus. It was that moment when we realized something was up (you know, a section that explicitly states “the blood of three of the mother’s offspring” seems a little obvious). That’s when we started making our way to Castle Draxxis with some help. 

This was around the time we were going to be concluding our campaign; we were all level 16 and were very capable of taking on such a threat. We’d worked with a lot of people and by that point, we were able to convince enough allies to band together and lead an invasion on Castle Draxxis. Of course, every time we had been there since the first time, the castle always felt slightly more... Off. And Queen Anisterian herself was sickly and unwell. She’d even made the comment at one point that her reign would soon be at its end, and then the kingdom must answer to her eldest son.

As we led the invasion, her armies fought as we suspected they would, up until the gargoyles adorning the buttresses and spires of the castle began to crackle and move. They came alive and made it impossible for us to march on Castle Draxxis.

The NPC that we’d appointed the sort of de facto general (Petram, a retired general for the army of one of the human kingdoms) told us to try and find a way in ourselves, and they would keep the bulk of the Queen’s forces distracted.

We make our way over the outer wall, fight off the gargoyles that noticed us get in, and made our way to a secret passage that Valliana had shown us. The Queen apparently hadn’t posted any guards at the passage, and we were able to make our way to the throne room with only a few brief encounters with royal guards.

By the time we had gotten there, the sun had been eclipsed by the moon and we could already hear the screaming. We opened the door as she was taking the last gulps of Valliana’s blood - the brothers already lay dead at the foot of the throne.

She underwent a violent transformation, and immediately forced half of the party to kneel before her (she charmed them and gave the command to kneel). Our cleric, Volmund the dwarf, was kept busy running around the room un-charming everyone, and Tarx did his best to help with his countercharm, but... her save DC was really high and we were not rolling well.

In the end, we had all been charmed and forced to kneel before her. She had been casting spells left and right, I had been casting spells, and because of the instability, we were beginning to notice reality shift and obscure. Of course, as we’re all powerless and unable to do anything, she began channeling a spell that was pretty much either going to kill everyone in the room except her, or tear through the fabric of reality. On the bright side, we all got to roll another save before her next turn, and then we’d be able to do something!

Except that we all failed. You know how people are usually like “Ugh I don’t want another elf in my party”? Make sure at least one of you plays a damn elf.

It got to my turn (right before hers) and I made my roll. Of course, I also failed. I then asked my DM if being charmed and forced to kneel also meant that I was unable to speak. He gave me a look, thought about it, and gave a smirk. “Sure, you guys are able to speak while you’re charmed - she didn’t say “Kneel and be silent,” so I’ll allow it.”

When we last defeated Victus, the one item that we were able to loot from him was this beautifully crafted ring. Everyone in the party already had a ring of some kind, so Tarx gave it to me as a sort of promise ring. However, our DM said that as I put it on, I felt this overwhelming magical energy flow through me (being that I was the only real magic-user in the party, Anastasia was sensitive to these things). I spent some time identifying the ring and learned that it was an innert Ring of Wishes! Of course, no charges on it so it was really just a fancy ring at that point. Everyone else had already forgotten about it, but I was texting the DM under the table and asking questions about the implications of having the ring near such a huge source of power/disruption. He said that it might (on a very, very lucky percentile roll) restore one of the charges to the ring.

I whispered into the ring, and said “If you can hear me... I wish for a way to survive long enough to fix everything Queen Anisterian has done.”

The DM raised his eyebrows, and rolled a percentile.

He laughed.

Hysterically.

Once he composed himself again, he said “Your wish... Has been granted.”

Everyone else at the table was just so confused and excited and panicked all of the sudden, and then, since Queen Anisterian had completed her round of channeling uninterrupted, was able to basically cast a spell that would drain all of our life forces until fell over as dried, dusty husks.

Before casting, the DM rolled a percentile (as he had been doing any time magic was used during the fight).

He laughed again.

“You all feel this horrible sensation as your blood, your life force, your very souls, are drained from your body. The pain is absolutely agonizing, and lasts for what feels like eternity in that instant. And then, as Queen Anisterian is laughing maniacally and relishing her new power, her hand suddenly flashes with a blinding light.”

He then turns to me specifically.

DM: “When you wake up, you don’t know where you are. As far as you can see all around you are nothing but distant stars and nebulae.”

Me: “Wait... What happened to everyone?”

DM: “The entire world blinked out of existence. You, however, have been granted immortality - and immunity - by your wish. You’re out in open space, but the lack of oxygen, the temperature... It doesn’t bother you, you actually feel fine.”

Basically, our DM had intended that a roll of 10 or lower on a percentile would cause reality to collapse on itself, but only enough to affect our world to different extents. Rolling a 10, for example, meant Castle Draxxis would blink out of existence.

He rolled a 1.

When he rolled for my ring, he rolled a 100.

We all kind of sat there basking in the sheer improbability of rolling a 100 and then a 1 right after (I think it’s a 1/10,000 chance? I’m an artist who likes space, not a mathematician). Then as the realization of what had happened settled into us, I had so many questions that I barely knew where to start. “Am I near where the planet was? Was I shot away from the blinkpoint, or was I teleported somewhere?”

He told us that I had basically been knocked out cold by the sudden magical reverberation (again, magic-sensitive) and fell adrift into space. Anastasia was able to identify where some of the planets were - the moon was not caught in the blast, but there was a massive chuck taken out of the side where the blinkpoint hit it and it was just floating adrift around the sun. From that, we were able to determine how long it had been (”Can I please roll an Intelligence check to figure out how long it’s been since the planets were aligned?” “Hm... Actually no, you just know how long it’s been based on their positions.”). Figured out that I’d been out cold for a week.

Anastasia panicked at first, frantically trying to get the ring to work again - but you know, it only regained the one charge. It’s innert. She cried for her friends and for everyone on her world. She cried for hours, knowing that she could have made a better wish. Knowing that her self preservation came at the cost of literally everything.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a glimmer. At first she thought it was a star, but realized it wasn’t one she recognized. She cast Fly on herself (can’t exactly swim through space) and made her way over, and as she approached, she found what looked to be some sort of crack in reality.

It didn’t take long for everyone to realize that this was the blinkpoint, and even looking at it made her feel like she was being electrocuted with magical energy. She decided that, being immortal, maybe touching it might do something? Who knows at this point, right? Even if it killed her or unmade her altogether, at least she wouldn’t be immortal and stuck with the guilt for the rest of eternity.

She reached out, and her hand connected with the fissure... And it pulled her in. She couldn’t see anything around her, being locked in an inescapable abyss. But that painful sensation that came from the blinkpoint had... faded. It was a dull hum in her mind now. She had the idea to cast Detect Magic, and the DM described the scene.

“You cast Detect Magic, and as you do, your eyes adjust to the scene around you, where you see all around you this intricate, perfectly woven latticework of microscopic threads. They cross in every conceivable direction, glowing in an impossibly numerous array of colors. This... is the Weave.”

By passing through the blinkpoint, I had basically transcended, and was able to perceive magic itself. And then, a voice came to me that caused every thread to resonate and vibrate.

???: “I see that you have found your way to that which lies between. A space betwixt realities.”

Anastasia: “Yes... I... Who are you? Can you help me?”

???: “I do not have a name. I am simply the Weaver of Magic.”

After a brief discussion about the implications of weaving space, time, and magic to bind everything together, the Weaver had a proposition.

Weaver: “You see, Anastasia... I also require assistance. Reality needs stability within the Weave, but I am unable to exist anywhere except within the Weave. I cannot leave this place. I could grant you the power to reverse the mistakes of the past, the power to right the wrongs of this Anisterian. But I would request that you act as the eternal guardian and curator of magic throughout the Planes.”

Anastasia: “Oh, I... I don’t know if I would know how to do that. You wield tremendous power, and even the gods find magic to be a fickle thing! Where would I even begin?”

Weaver: “Your gods find magic to be fickle because they have not embraced the Weave. You, however, may be granted this power freely.”

Anastasia: “You mean... You mean I could become a goddess?”

Weaver: “I do not fully understand these “gods,” but in your terms, yes. You would become Goddess of Reality.”

Anastasia: “That’s... more responsibility than I’ve ever known possible... But I can save my friends this way?”

Weaver: “I will allow you to undo the damage to the Weave. This will revert your reality to the moment before the threads were torn, and allow you to change the outcome of everything that had happened.”

Anastasia had to think long and hard about it. She would spend the remainder of her existence - the remainder of time - as a goddess, protecting and weaving magic throughout all of the Planes. That, of course, was nothing compared to the guilt of being the only survivor of her entire world.

She accepted the agreement, and the transformation began. Threads from the Weave wrapped themselves around her, covering her entire body until she was wrapped in pure magic. When she could see again, she was back out in space, adrift near the fissure. She looked at her hands instinctively, and noticed that her skin was glassy-smooth. Looking at her hands, her robes, her hair, she saw the same glass-like smoothness, but was able to look into herself and see the deepest parts of the cosmos within herself.

She had been transformed into the Goddess of Reality.

She looked to the fracture and began to focus. In the past, she was able to occasionally channel raw magic into different objects in order to activate them. She used the same process, but rather than the magic needing to be coaxed out of her, it erupted from her hands and shot into the fissure.

The fracture slowly crumbled into itself, and soon showed the entire world exploding in reverse. The moon lined back up with where it was, the planets unwound their orbits to realign, the planet reformed itself around her.

Within moments, she was floating just above the floor of the throne room right where she was, her hands raised at Queen Anisterian’s channeling hand. She held a hand out to Anisterian, and clenched her fist. Every thread of magic that had been woven into her unraveled and spun itself into Anastasia’s palm, and she was able to guide the threads back to the slain children of the queen. They would slowly reawaken and rise, and Queen Anisterian’s power was rendered innert.

Our party was able to stand up, and we apprehended the Queen and were able to throw her into the dungeons with no trouble. She was no longer capable of using magic in any form, so leaving her down there would pose no threats.

Alright, roll credits - that was the end of our campaign!

From then on, Anastasia changed her name to Cosmostasia, and wandered the Planes curating all of the torn threads of the Weave, ensuring that magic wasn’t being abused in a way that damaged it, etc.

Yes, Cosmostasia continued to visit her homeworld and help those in need, but given that she was a goddess and had some very pressing responsibilities, she couldn’t be there as consistently as our other heroes. Plus, when she was home, she was trying to take time off and be with her beloved Tarx!

If you made it this far, thank you for reading the entire thing!! I’ve always wanted to illustrate it and make a comic or something, but... that’s a project for another time lol. But now you have some context behind Cosmostasia!! :)

[bluehairedspidey]

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[programmingsolver]

Lab #5A and #5B tarc and tarx Solution

Lab #5A and #5B tarc and tarx Solution

These are your first real systems program. They will mimic the functionality of the program tar, which bundles up files and directories into a single file, and which can then use that file to recreate the files and directories. Although this is a single lab writeup, there are two labs here, and you have a week for each lab. Specifically: Lab #5A: You are to write the program tarc, which stands…

[myprogrammingsolver]

Lab #5A and #5B tarc and tarx Solution

Lab #5A and #5B tarc and tarx Solution

These are your first real systems program. They will mimic the functionality of the program tar, which bundles up files and directories into a single file, and which can then use that file to recreate the files and directories. Although this is a single lab writeup, there are two labs here, and you have a week for each lab. Specifically: Lab #5A: You are to write the program tarc, which stands…

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[jackhkeynes]

soumonir "reference"

soumonir /ˌsu.moˈnɪr/ [ˌsu.mʊˈnɪː] - to prompt, remind, cue, to bring something to the notice or consideration of someone; - to reference, cite, mention, to quote a source or bring up a person or topic

Etymology: from Old Boral somondr "to summon, call", respelt in the Middle Boral period to better reflect its etymon in Latin summoneō "I advise, give a hint" and the related ammonir "to warn, augur, presage". Compare French semondre "to invite, convene", from the same source.

Vel my tarsc d'acat me soumonir posc nostrell'yenç. /vɛl mi tarx daˈkat me ˌsu.moˈnir pɔx ˌno.strɛlˈjɛnts/ [vɛw mɪˈtɑːx dɐˈkat mɪˌsu.mʊˈnɪː pɔx nʊˌstʀɛ.lɪˈjɛns] will.sbj 1s.gen note of=shopping 1s.acc remind-inf after 1p.gen-def=arrival Please remind me of my shopping list when we arrive.