#tecumsah

[twofoursixohjuan]

more herons d&d au, you say?

Tecumsah lives overseas and often can't make the session, but plays a halfling wild-mage sorcerer over videolink when she can

[brotherbandchronicles]

Fast-forward to the Ghostfaces - Stig tells Hal he wants to stay with Tecumsah and Hal just doesn't understand what he's saying for a sec because there is no way

I just love how, one day, Stig decides I am going to follow this kid to the end of the world and doesn't regret it once.

[ask-de-writer]

SUBMARINE! 1812 an Alternate History

Chapter 7, part 2 of 6

Winter in England

by

De Writer

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Down at the secret dock where the Kraken was taking on stores, I made note of the last of the huge Albatross missiles as it slid down through the loading hatch. All of the lesser missiles, the Eagles, Hawks and even Shrikes had already been stowed. Besides the missiles, we had taken on stores of provisions, repair materials, water and, necessary for any happy ship, a quantity of rum.

The role call complete, Commodore Martin turned to me and shook my hand as he stated proudly, “The ship is yours, Captain Tecumsah. This sealed packet contains your orders for the attack on the English Isle. President Arnold himself drew this up. May you use it well to discomfit the Crown and make them realize that they are too deep in the wrong for a simple apology.”

I smiled and touched the corner of my tricorn hat in salute as I took the packet and replied, “To quote my good Midshipman O'Hara, we shall kick the Royal Arse!”

It was with a sense of profound pride that I strode down the gang plank to the deck of my ship, the Kraken. My crew had already gone below except for the few needed to cast off the stern and bow lines.

A pair of strong, twelve oared tugs pulled the Kraken free of the docks and out to the deep channel that would let us leave unseen by any. I ordered, “Open the floor valves one half.”

Our ship settled until some waves were flowing across the decks. “Close floor valves. Set bow and stern planes down two. Walking beams, slow.” The Kraken started gently forward, sliding slowly under the waves. When the depth glass showed twenty feet down, I called, “Bow and after planes down one.” At our present pace, the slight downward pressure of the diving planes held us nicely at our chosen depth.

I turned to Midshipman O'hara with a smile and told him, “Well, old friend, we are on our way to kick some Royal Arse.”

He smiled back, “Couldn't have a better errand, Sir. Just wish that we could get there sooner. My boot is sore from disuse. Needs some good exercise.”

After about three hours, I had the center periscope raised and ordered the force pump plied to bring some fresh air into the ship while I looked all about with the new design periscope. In the distance, well to the north of us were sails. I consulted a thick manual of British and Continental sail plans. I nodded at what I found.

O'hara studied the book over my shoulder and read, “Gazelle, British diplomatic packet. Not to be attacked unless it attacks first.”

I shrugged, “It is a fact, O'hara that all of our fighting will not end the war by itself. In the end, it will be diplomats sending notes and talking face to face that will actually end the war. That is why we must let the Gazelle be.”

O'hara gave a sideways bit of a grin as he pointed out, “Even if Sir Lional was to suggest peace, I doubt that he will be listened to. It will be Parliament and the King who would have to decide and I have noticed long ago the the ones hottest for War are the ones furthest from the action!”

“Indeed it is so, old friend. Perhaps this mission will help them to think that maybe peace might be the better option. We may find out in a few weeks time.”

With the Gazelle out of sight and no other vessels about, I ordered us to the surface. We raised the periscope/masts and proceeded under sail, not only faster than running submerged, we gave the men on the walking beams a welcome rest. In the Atlantic at this season, it could not last. We lowered sails and slid silently into the calm depths below the violent weather raging above us.

The only sign of the Atlantic storm above us was from the men on the force pumps, working to bring us fresher air than what was presently in the Kraken. Even without their efforts, the Kraken held enough air to be safe for two whole days under the surface. As waves above rose higher than the snorkel, it cut off to prevent water from entering, and the force pump crew, feeling the resistance would have to pause their efforts until it came clear again.

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[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

It's 2071. Jet Star has lived through generations of Killjoys, helped take down Better Living Industries for good, and gotten to see The Girl grow up into a force of nature. But old heartaches are always waiting to catch you unawares. In 2017, Jet and The Girl fled the Zones, hoping to stay one step ahead of BLind. To regain strength before coming back stronger than ever. In 2019, there was a ship. The Tecumsah was Jet's prison, bringing him and The Girl back to the Zones under the watch of BLind agents. Until it wasn't, and Jet found a way to get everyone he loved home safely. Until it was a grave, and certain things died with the ship. Jet has never spoken about his time outside the Zones, but now he's got to tell the story of how he got home again, and everything he lost and gained along the way.

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I'm at the Titanic AU. I'm at the Danger Days AU. I'm at the combination Titanic/Danger Days AU.

Have I been chipping away at this for a year? YES. Please bear witness to my insanity.

Special thanks to @tiger-in-the-box

[apenitentialprayer]

In the spring of 1878, General William T. Sherman opened a letter from his oldest son Thomas, a young man for whom he held great hopes. At 22, Tom had studied at Georgetown and Yale, and had graduated from law school. Sherman envisioned a bright future for Tom, one which would ensure the family’s security. The letter, however, left him shocked, distressed, even furious. Tom wrote that he wasn’t going to continue as a lawyer, but was joining the Jesuits that summer. The General told Tom in no uncertain terms that he had betrayed him, his sisters and mother, who looked to him for support in their old age. (He always felt his army salary didn’t go far enough.) It’s not clear that Sherman ever fully forgave his son. While Mrs. Sherman, a devout Catholic, was overjoyed, her husband held a lifelong skepticism toward religion in general and Catholicism in particular. Born Tecumseh Sherman to Protestant parents, he was orphaned early and raised by Catholic neighbors who insisted on his being re-baptized. His baptism occurred on June 28, 1829, the feast of St. William, and he was renamed William Tecumseh. But as his biographer John Marszalek notes, Sherman “refused to call himself a Catholic or practice that creed.” Yet his children were all raised Catholic. Ellen Sherman actively supported Catholic causes, numbering many priests, bishops and even cardinals among her close acquaintances. The General, however, frequently berated what he called her “unnatural fascination for the Church.” Born on October 12, 1856, Thomas Ewing Sherman was the grandson of one United States Senator and the nephew of another. His father, a central figure in the American Civil War, served for two decades as commanding general of the U.S. Army. Raised in Washington, D.C., among the nation’s political elite, through his mother Tom was on intimate terms with the country’s leading Catholics. Priests and bishops were frequent guests at the Sherman home. One family friend who made a strong impression on him was Father Peter DeSmet, a Belgian Jesuit who worked extensively with Native Americans. The General complained that Ellen “thinks religion is so important that everything else must give way to it.” He told young Tom: “I don’t want you to be a soldier or a priest but a good useful man.” Nonetheless, it was while at Georgetown that Tom became seriously interested in the Jesuits, who ran the university. But he went on to study law at Yale. After graduation, he practiced law for two years in St. Louis. By 1878, he had made his decision to join the Jesuits. Although his father felt he was shirking his family duties, Tom wrote his sister Minnie:

"People in love do strange things … Having a vocation is like being in love, only more so, as there is no love more absorbing, so deep and so lasting as that of the creature for the Creator. What a grand thing it is to be, as it were, shooting straight at one’s mark, living every hour, performing every action in preparation for the great hereafter."

The preparation program for the Jesuits can last up to a dozen years, and Tom started his novitiate, where he said his position “quite corresponds to that of a cadet in the army,” in England. Back in America, he studied philosophy and taught at St. Louis University, a Jesuit school founded in 1818. There he preferred public speaking to teaching, but he made a strong impression on his students, several of whom followed him into the Jesuits. As the son of a leading national hero, Tom Sherman was something of a celebrity, a man set apart. In 1889, he was ordained to the priesthood, but in a separate ceremony from the rest of his class. His mother’s close friend, Archbishop Patrick Ryan of Philadephia, performed the ordination. The event was national news, and Father Sherman looked forward to a promising career. While most Jesuits take up teaching or parish work after ordination, Sherman seems to have written his own ticket as a popular lecturer. His biographer Joseph Durkin writes that he “had a flair for the dramatic and an acute sense of the theatre.” One peer described him as “always hungry” for a podium. No doubt his name and background helped draw crowds. And draw crowds he did. In time, however, he butted heads with his superiors, who felt that fame might be going to his head. Durkin describes him as “a high-strung individualist of an extreme refinement of nature and a disposition unusually sensitive.” Ordered to take a break from the lecture circuit, he went over his superiors’ heads to Rome, and got a leave of absence from the Jesuit order. During the Spanish-American War, he obtained a chaplain’s commission without consulting the Jesuits. For several years, Sherman drifted from one Jesuit assignment to another until he suffered a nervous breakdown in his early 50s. Institutionalized for several years, he traveled around the country from one Jesuit community to another. “Having served in six provinces,” he wrote a friend, “I am attached to none.” In a fit of despair he wrote, “I am utterly at a loss what to do … no peace is possible for me.” In the fall of 1914, Sherman formally withdrew from the Jesuits. For several years, unattached to any diocese or religious order, he wandered around the country before settling down in Santa Barbara, California, where family members looked after him. For much of this time, Durkin writes, he was “allergic to the mention of the word ‘Jesuit.'” Just before his death at age 77, however, Father Thomas Ewing Sherman reconciled with the Jesuits and renewed his vows. After many years of unrest, General Sherman’s son died a Jesuit. He was buried in their cemetery at Grand Couteau, Louisiana. Interred next to him is Father John Salter, a nephew of Alexander Stephens, Vice President of the Confederate States of America.

[wherewhereare]

A recent addon to an app I use, shows that the heli flew up to Tecumsah, which is just south of Shawnee, and then back. It disappeared off of the radar before it got to Sherman. I see no follow-on to FTW so I am assuming it is still at Sherman.

I may be way off but isn't the place the heli went yesterday it goes there for maintenance? It's hard to tell with the tracker because sometimes it flies low but I think it's currently at Sherman?

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[doctorstarlock]

US Lt General Ulysses S. Grant’s strategy to defeat Gen. Lee’s Confederate army during the Wilderness Campaign of 1864:

[thislittlekumquat]

Honestly I feel like the reason so many marginalized groups are still rightfully frustrated with "progress" in social justice is because we're still framing the worthiness of minorities in terms that the majority find valuable. I just saw a thing like "Tecumsah was a warrior, orator, and statesman! Woo! Go him!" Okay but would he and his people have viewed those things as important, or are we projecting white european values onto him to prove to ourselves he was a human too?

[john111world]

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[gotravelbroad]

"GRIMALDI AFRICANUS" cont. ----- "Brothers—My people wish for peace; the red men all wish for peace, but where the white people are, there is no peace for them, except it be on the bosom of our mother. Brothers—The Great Spirit is angry with our enemies; he speaks in thunder, and the earth swallows up villages, and drinks up the Mississippi. The great waters will cover their lowlands; their corn cannot grow; and the Great Spirit will sweep those who escape to the hills from the earth with his terrible breath. Brothers—We must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other’s battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit: he is for us; he will destroy our enemies, and make all his red children happy. -Chief Tecumsah ------ "Eventually there will be only one people on the planet...We will talk about them, like the dinosaurs, you'll have to go to a museum to see a Eurasian...what their doing at the border is COLD. it's ICE.-K. Kamene ------- Praise of the Leopard (Yoruba) Gentle hunter his tail plays on the ground while he crushes the skull. Beautiful death who puts on a spotted robe when he goes to his victim. playful killer whose loving embrace splits the antelope’s heart. -------- Your history is an assasin, lurking in the bushes waiting for an opportunity to take our collective future.-gtb ------- How was it? Yeah, blinding mate, like martin luther king, yeah, but white... And more violent. -"Us and Them", Joe Martin https://ift.tt/3007Pxt

[the-witty-pen-name]

omg western sheriff and saloon girl?? Ahhh I love that. She could be like one of the tecumsah girls he secretly has been obsessed with for forever 🥺 he’s always in the bar laaate into the night but she’s so sweet and kind to him and he makes sure no one messes with her on her shifts and they’re all just heart eyes fro each other

YES YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

[twofoursixohjuan]

Brotherband Championship Round 2 Match II

Tecumsah: the woman Stig falls in love with in The Ghostfaces

[brotherbandchronicles]

Somewhere, in a parallel universe, there's Mikkel helping a group of young outcasts find their place in the world because some of them are children of his dead crewmates and he feels obligated to do everything in his power to do so.

A few streets away, helping a group of young shieldmaidens, there is a younger woman who can move silent as a shadow, has a tongue sharper than her knives, and wants to make a world a better place because no-one deserves to go through what she did.

On the other side of the ocean, there is Tecumsah with her eyes firmly set on the horizon, determined to find out what's behind it.

And maybe, in this world, the Sharks never board a ship with dark sails.

[ask-de-writer]

SUBMARINE! 1812 an Alternate History

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Chapter 6 : KRAKEN

(Part 5 of 5)

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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“That is a compliment that I will treasure,” I said quietly. “I often wondered if our efforts had actually deceived you, as we crossed swords at a distance. I always wished that our games were unnecessary.”

“You may find it hard to credit,” he replied, “but I too, wished the very same thing, even as I tried to learn your secrets. Now, I fear for my King and country. I am afraid that the game must go on.”

“I know exactly what you mean. We have been fortunate, so far, but I wonder what Britain has in store for us. We both know that this war is necessary. The Continental Congress must be recognized as a nation, and not a mere appendage of King George. We must affirm our right to be free and trade without interference, as any other nation.”

“I must report what I have seen. I will recommend peace in that report. You have both the population and the striking range on us. We have only naval superiority, and this summer, you stripped us of a fourth of that.” He was plainly worried. This was a side of Sir Lional that I had never seen before.

“I know that Uncle Benny would rather have peace. If you could offer a cessation of hostility, combined with our freedom to trade, and the return of all Continental seamen impressed into your navy or in your prisons, I believe that he would accept.”

Sir Lional frowned deeply. “I am sure that you are right. Unfortunately, I cannot do that without approval from the Royal Palace. That will take at least month, and probably more. The mere request could cost me my post. If I do not, it could be the end of England. I will request the terms that you offer.”

A Green Jacket Lt. came up and tugged at my sleeve. “Lt. Tecumsah, you are urgently wanted by the President. Please follow me.” I bowed to Sir Lional and made my way through the crowd, back to the Presidential Mansion.

The throng was now much reduced. As I looked about me, I realized that only the officers of the Maryland, her submariners and a few others were present. Mr. Smollett and some of his most trusted workers, President Arnold and a few important Senators of the War Committee made up the whole balance of the folk in the room. Marines had closed the doors and were keeping out everyone else.

“Gentlemen,” said Mr. Arnold, every inch the President, “We know that England will not stand for what has happened. King George will strike back, hard and soon. I expect that the blow will fall in two places. The islands of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland are both vulnerable and would serve as an invasion base for an attack down the St. Laurence to Lake Champlain or Lake Erie, cutting the nation into unequal halves. The other likely place would be Chesapeake Bay, with the invading army pressing Northwest to link up with the army at the Great Lakes. Such an attack, if successful, would destroy the Nation.” As he gestured over the map, we could see that he was still the general who had out-maneuvered and out-fought the British in the War of Independence.

“I expect the blow to fall just as I have described it, sometime in the early spring, as soon as the weather will allow a determined foe to risk the crossing. They will probably be willing to accept some losses to strike sooner. Our hope lies in the fact that the submarine thrives on rough surface weather. Four and six man picket submarines with new periscopes that can be turned through a wide angle have been made and are yet being made. These are heavily armed boats that can attack swiftly, near to four knots I am told. Mr. Smollet has the details of these craft and those who need the particulars will be informed by him in detail.”

“Do ye want the model now, Sir?” Smollet inquired.

“Indeed I do. Show the gentlemen what you have wrought.”

Smollet gestured and two of his most trusted helpers carried in a half model of the hull of a craft like none that had been seen before. I counted the station lines, as Smollet had taught me so many years ago, in the Academy. This monster was just over 100 feet long! The ragged intakes of breath from around the room told me that others had realized the same thing.

With all of the pride of a new father, Smollet began to point out the features of the new ship. “This is a wholly new idea in warfare. We have christened her the Kraken. As many of you noticed, she is 110 feet long. Her draft, on the surface is 21 feet, 6 inches, when fully laden. As you can see from the model, she is very narrow, with a beam of just 20 feet. The odd looking things on her sides near the bottom are a new design water jet that pushes near half again as hard for the same effort on the walking beam.

“As an aside, all of your old boats are being fitted with the new water jets and the new periscopes, too.

The Kraken can cruise at three and one quarter knots, under water. On the surface, she cruises at just under four knots. She carries three retractable masts, and under sail, with a favorable breeze can do six knots. She can tack only 40 degrees off the wind, with good speed.

She crews eighty men. It is possible to draw air down the center mast while submerged to 30 feet and using the mast as a periscope. Range finding is now done using the fore and aft mast periscopes, giving a triangulation base of 60 feet. A sextant attachment can be fitted to either of the periscopes, allowing navigation while submerged. She carries two attack boats that can launch or dock while the Kraken is fully submerged.

“Newly designed flood-valves can take her from full sail down to periscope depth in under four minutes. Her sails can be managed from inside the hull and can be stowed while under water, if necessary.

“At this time I will not speak of her arms stores, which are considerable. The Kraken’s performance is not speculation. She has just completed her sea trials and is now awaiting the choice of her new captain.” He grinned at the stunned silence that had greeted his laconic announcement. “Are there any questions?”

“I have one,” I stated. “Can the Kraken carry enough stores to reach England while submerged?”

“Yes,” was the terse reply. “With enough left over to return after three weeks in English waters.”

President Arnold said, “The Kraken is even now laying at a secret dock, taking on stores. As soon as her Captain is chosen, she will stand out to sea under secret orders.”

Commodore Marks said with envy, “The command of the Kraken will go to one of you submariners. The choice is being made by representatives of the Senate War Committee. They have all of our logs and records to study. We are awaiting their decision which we will have soon.”

We all looked at each other, dumbfounded.

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[casuallyceltic]

Today is Wednesday, February 14th, 2018

The holidays for the day are International Book Giving Day, Pet Theft Awareness Day, and National Have A Heart Day

Born on this day:

George Washington Gale Ferris Jr. (Engineer, mostly known for creating the original Ferris Wheel for the 1893 Chicago World's Columbian Exposition) in 1859

Teller (Icon, magician, illusionist, writer, actor, painter, and film director. He is best known as half of the comedy magic duo Penn & Teller, along with Penn Jillette) in 1948

Freddie Highmore (Actor, known mostly from his portrayal of a young Norman Bates on Bates Motel) in 1992

Died on this day:

Vicente Guerrero (Historical figure, revolutionary, hero, general and 2nd President of Mexico) in 1831 at age 48

William Tecumsah Sherman (Historical figure, served as a general in the Union Army during the American Civil War, for which he received recognition for his outstanding command of military strategy as well as criticism for the harshness of the "scorched earth" policies he implemented in conducting total war against the Confederate States) in 1891 at age 71

Dolly the Sheep (Icon, the first mammal to be cloned from an adult cell) in 2006 at age 6

Please, remember to be kind to animals & check my Cat Adoption tag, reblog some kitties and help them find a home!

Have a person you want included at a future date? Send me an ask/ message, give me the info and I’ll consider it!

[drhillthoughts]

Friday Thoughts 12.15.17

Happy Friday everyone,

With only six days till the beginning of Winter, ten till Merry Christmas & The Light and eleven to Boxing Day just remember it’s gonna be cold and I hope it’s great. Can’t wait but will have to again as will we all.  Hope you’re about to eject and head down the dinosaurs back.  I’m about to too.  

*****

A few thoughts on this photo which a Thanksgiving pic at Dutchman’s Rod & Gun Club, thank God.  This of course is my brides side.  We grew up Presbyterian and wouldn’t need a hall to host the immediate family which this represents about half of them.  Fun squad but the still pic doesn’t pulse the decibel meter like live and in person does.  Lastly for me personally, I couldn’t be more blessed to be included with this family and to finally be in a place where I’m not made to stand in the back row due to height and girth.  Oh did I mention just being able to walk away from the mess?  Microphone drop!

*****

The person that is getting under my skin and probably the rest of the worlds right now is Lavar Ball.  I wish the media would close the curtain on this buffoon’s 15 minutes.  I feel sorry for his kids.  How would you like to grow up and play and then start for your home town team and then you’re not the story, your blow hard father is.  Give us all an early Christmas gift and go away.

*****

Book of the week, Andrew Jackson by Brian Kilmeade was quick and easy read.  It picked up the War of 1812 where it ended for Tecumsah and also secured our nations second war of independence assuring the British would not be able to celebrate another Boxing Day charm on their bracelet.  I won’t spoil the book for you but it culminates with The Battle of New Orleans and doesn’t end well for The Red Coats.  One of Old Hickory aka Andrew Jackson’s quotes struck a nerve when he described a group of Kentucky Militia that arrived in New Orleans to reinforce General Jackon’s Army and defense of the Crescent city.  On their arrival he observed that only one in ten of the arriving militia had a rifle or weapon when he remarked, “I have never in my life seen a Kentuckian who didn’t have a gun, a pack of cards, and a jug of whiskey.”  Those Volunteers will never get us.

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For me The Mt. Rushmore of Christmas Shows is easily, A Charlie Brown Christmas 1965, Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer 1964, How The Grinch Stole Christmas 1966 all nearly as old as yours truly and Polar Express 2004.  Sorry National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation 1989, you were fifth. 

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Speaking of Rudolph and one of it’s characters Hermie The Elf D.D.S., our neighbor and awesome dentist Dr. Michael Cummings always represents this time of year.  His display at his house and now at his business are on point.  Merry Christmas Dr. C. and you’re always excused from Elf practice as far as I’m concerned.

The 40 plus mile an hour winds had their way with his display, just like in the show.  

“If I live to be 100, I'll never forget that big snow storm a couple of years ago. The weather closed in and, well you might not believe it, but the world almost missed Christmas. Oh, excuse me, call me Sam. What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a talking snowman before?”  Sam The Snowman

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Update:  NO reply from my Cincinnati Bengals.  Sadly one of The Bengals founders Pete Brown passed away this week, so the last game he probably saw was last Sunday’s.  Makes it more sad.

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In the spirit of the season not one but two drivers in Hebron Kentucky yesterday told me in pretty understandable finger language that I was #1.  Merry merry to you to miss.

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Mele Kalikimaka under a Charlie Brown Sky today.

*****

No one cares what your elf name is and don’t tell the British their Empire is shrinking but they still want the day off to throw down a few pints and watch a little English football, dilly, dilly.

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I saw this performed by a choir at Lakeside Presbyterian when I a kid and have loved this piece ever since.

“That’s what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown.”

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Have a wonderful weekend all.  Enjoy the season and the reason for it.

*****

DrHill