#woodsmen builders

[m-mihalyiova]

Traditional Wine Cellar Columbus

Design ideas for a sizable, traditional wine cellar with storage racks that has a medium-toned wood floor and a brown floor.

[yugioh-network]

Traditional Home Bar A large, traditional u-shaped seated home bar with open cabinets, dark wood cabinets, and wood countertops is featured in this image.

[sandrockian]

You know, I think my taste in fictional men in games is... uhm. Something.

In Portia I fell head over heels for Aadit. Who is implied to be the rogue knight and leaves me.

In Sandrock I decided, okay, no more sensitive woodsmen, big bulky pretty jerk it is! And wow. I picked such different guys but here we are. I'm dying this is so funny to me, lmfao

And I don't know if you ever played dragon age inquisition, but I romance Solas in that one and uhm, yeah.

Oh, I can relate, my friend.

In real life, I desire a loving partner with green flags who treats me kindly and can make me laugh. But my taste in pixelated men who don't exist is awful. In Portia, Gus was the first marriageable candidate my Builder romanced. Despite his stinky attitude and condescending way of speaking, I immediately fell for him and vowed to make him love my Builder.

And then there's Pen…a total two-timing psychotic douchebag who smashed my Builder's heart, set the pieces on fire, and spread the ashes in the wind. He was a walking, talking red flag. Hell, I KNEW he was a red flag, and I still ended up with the shocked Pikachu face when he was exposed for the war criminal that he is. But, unfortunately, I foolishly believed his only redeeming quality would be his love for my Builder. Surely even a villain can still love, right?

WRONG!!!

He was a piece of shit from the beginning to the end, and I have made peace with that. However, I feel bad for my Builder, who is now suffering from severe trust issues, is nursing a broken heart, and slowly realizing that every intimate moment between her and Pen was all just a lie. None of it was real. That and she's pregnant with his child. Yeah, it took her a long time to accept Unsuur's feelings for her and even longer to move on from Pen.

As for Dragon Age Inquisition…the Solas storyline was so much worse, so now I'm sticking with lis, who won't emotionally devastate my inquisitor.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 41 JON V (pages 429-436)

Jon and friends are tagged for promotion, except Sam. So Jon goes to Maester Aemon to make a case for Why Sam is Amazing and Deserves a Nice Job as a Steward.

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"Not everyone," said Halder. "It's the builders for me. What use would rangers have if the Wall fell down?" The order of builders provided the masons and carpenters to repair keeps and towers the miners to dig tunnels and crush stone for roads and footpaths, the woodsmen to clear away new growth wherever the forest pressed too close to the Wall. Once, it was said, they had quarried immense blocks of ice from frozen lakes deep in the haunted forest, dragging them south on sledges so the Wall might be raised even higher. Those days were centuries gone, however; now it was all they could do to ride the Wall from Eastwatch to the Shadow Tower, watching for cracks or signs of melt and making what repairs they could.

The more I learn about the book Wall, the less magical it sounds, but somehow that just makes it so much cooler. It's not just something raised by magic long ago, it's something that has been built and kept and repaired by human hands for eight thousand years.

But also Shadow Tower is only the second last of the keeps to the west, you'd think even if no one keeps it, they'd still ride to Westwatch-by-the-Bridge, unless that's completely gone. Be a damn sight embarrassing if the Others got through on the western end, because of lax repairs... although the map does look like Ww-b-t-B is sitting right on the gorge, so maybe that's why?

"I remember once I asked Maester Luwin why he wore a chain around his throat." Maester Aemon touched his own collar lightly, his bony, wrinkled finger stroking the heavy metal links. "Go on." "He told me that a maester's collar is made of chain to remind him that he is sworn to serve," Jon said, remembering. "I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. And he said there were other meanings as well. The collar is supposed to remind the maester of the realm e serves, isn't that so? Lords are gold and knights are steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tine and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people."

I would like for us all to stop, and just appreciate Maester Luwin.

And good job Jon for figuring out that Sam's needs aren't the same as your needs, or your other brothers' needs, and finding a way to help him.

"I'm a steward. You think it's easy work, fit for cowards? The order of stewards keeps the Watch alive. We hunt and farm, tend the horses, milk the cows, gather firewood, cook the meals. Who do you think makes your clothing? Who brings supplies from the south? The stewards."

Oh so you're the reason all the clothing is "roughspun"! gitgud scrub.

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AGOT: Jon V (Chapter 41)

I’m so spoiled, this re-read project has bestowed upon me so many Gift(s)!

"You are as hopeless as any boys I have ever trained," Ser Alliser Thorne announced when they had all assembled in the yard. "Your hands were made for manure shovels, not for swords, and if it were up to me, the lot of you would be set to herding swine.

(...)

"They will call you men of Night's Watch now, but you are bigger fools than the Mummer's Monkey here if you believe that. You are boys still, green and stinking of summer, and when the winter comes you will die like flies." And with that, Ser Alliser Thorne took his leave of them.

He’s so inspiring. I’d lay my life on the line for this man if I were a new recruit.

+.+

While Grenn seized his arm, Pyp gave the skin a squeeze, and a thin stream of red squirted Jon in the face. Halder howled in protest at the waste of good wine. Jon sputtered and struggled. Matthar and Jeren climbed the wall and began pelting them all with snowballs.                 

By the time he wrenched free, with snow in his hair and wine stains on his surcoat, Samwell Tarly had gone.

Face full of snow, and blood red wine all over his surcoat, caused by his brothers. That’s unfortunate. What a waste!

+.+

Everyone laughed but Grenn. "I hope I'm a ranger."                 

"You and everyone else," said Matthar. 

(...)

"Not everyone," said Halder. "It's the builders for me. What use would rangers be if the Wall fell down?"                 

The order of builders provided the masons and carpenters to repair keeps and towers, the miners to dig tunnels and crush stone for roads and footpaths, the woodsmen to clear away new growth wherever the forest pressed too close to the Wall. Once, it was said, they had quarried immense blocks of ice from frozen lakes deep in the haunted forest, dragging them south on sledges so the Wall might be raised ever higher. Those days were centuries gone, however; now, it was all they could do to ride the Wall from Eastwatch to the Shadow Tower, watching for cracks or signs of melt and making what repairs they could.

HMMM! 🤔

Everyone wants to be a ranger! But hold that thought, let’s interject with a whole paragraph romanticizing the role of builders. 

Yes, my thoughts exactly Halder! What good is a ranger if the Wall fell down? We need builders! Masons and carpenters to repair keeps and towers, miners to dig tunnels and crush stone for roads, and woodsmen to clear new growth of that valuable lumber the North has an abundance of!

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"The Old Bear's no fool," Dareon observed. "You're certain to be a builder, and Jon's certain to be a ranger. He's the best sword and the best rider among us, and his uncle was the First before he …"

Nah, I don’t think he’s going to be a ranger, I think he’s going to be something else.

✨ 😍 ❤️ 👷🏻 Jon the Builder! 👷🏻 ❤️ 😍 ✨

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"You will be First Ranger someday, just as your uncle was."        

"Is," Jon corrected. He would not accept that Benjen Stark was dead.

x

"Benjen Stark is still First Ranger," Jon Snow told him, toying with his bowl of blueberries. The rest might have given up all hope of his uncle's safe return, but not him.

He’s so adamant Benjen is alive, it’s making me believe it.

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He wheeled his horse around and started for home.    

Castle Black is not your home, and it never will be.

+.+

Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire

This is so on the nose, it made me laugh out loud.

Probably not written with any purpose, but it’s hilarious all the same.

+.+

"I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. And he said there were other meanings as well. The collar is supposed to remind a maester of the realm he serves, isn't that so? Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people."    

Yes, Jon! Yes! Yesss!

A land needs all sorts of people! You need farmers, and smiths, and merchants, and new lords, and noble daughters you wed off, and the like!

Keep going, I love it!

+.+

"It means I shall think on what you have said," the maester told him firmly. "And now, I believe I am ready to sleep. Chett, show our young brother to the door."    

And just like that, Jon saves Samwell, but also seals his own fate. Enjoy being the Lord Commander’s steward.

Final thoughts:

Several years ago I would have found this chapter terribly boring. Not anymore!

This dragon will plant trees! (then cut them down, and sell them) 👷🏻

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[gonewspublication]

Top 10 Minecraft Mods For Halloween

Best Of Top 10 Minecraft Mods For Halloween GO News Publication Andre

Werewolves, witches, vampires, covens and creep new mobs and biomes are all present and correct in this list of Halloween mods for Minecraft.

Minecraft has spent years as one of the most beloved games around, and a big part of the reason for that popularity is the freedom players have to customise their experience. Mods can do anything from tiny quality-of-life tweaks to transforming the gameplay experience, completely overhauling the game with a new lease of life if it becomes stale.

With Halloween rapidly appoaching, one fun way to spice up your worlds would be to use mods to add a terrifying twist in honour of the spooky season. Ranging from downright chilling to harmless trick-or-treat fun, here are ten such mods to give your next Minecraft session a spooky spin.

10. Eyes In The Darkness by Gigaherz

This legitimately scary mod only adds one mob to the game – The Eyes. They spawn in darkness, so you’ll see them in caves or outside at night, where they lurk in wait for prey. Once you look at them, it becomes a game of red light, green light – as soon as you look away, they’ll strike.

It’s remarkable how atmospheric this mod manages to be in spite of its simplicity; any encounter with The Eyes is genuinely chilling. Available on Forge all the way up to 1.17.1, Eyes in the Darkness is the perfect minimalist addition to add some scare factor.

9. Halloween LuckyBlocks by HyCraftHD

On the (slightly) less terrifying side of things, Halloween LuckyBlocks adds a variety of Halloween-themed blocks, props, and costumes to let you live out your trick-or-treating dreams on your server with your friends. It adds witch’s broomsticks, clown and scarecrow costumes, candy bags and much more.

Available for Forge up to version 1.16.5, the mod isn’t without some scary elements, though – it also adds a scarier zombie variant, a ghost, and a vampire, so keep one eye open when you’re dressing up for candy!

8. Spooky Biomes by ProxyNeko

Built for popular mod version 1.12.2 on Forge, Spooky Biomes is the explorer’s Halloween mod. It adds four new biomes to the game, each with its own eerie atmosphere. Two of these biomes have a native mob – the Forgotten Warlock – a powerful and frightening enemy to face off against.

The mod also adds new wood types with the four trees native to its biomes, so builders have something to rejoice about too. Spooky Biomes is a well-rounded and fun mod for anyone looking for some spook.

7. Whisperwoods by Itsmeowdev

If your new spooky forests are feeling a little dead, Whisperwoods might be the solution for you. This mod adds a plethora of scary mobs ranging from harmless moths to the petrifying Hidebehind, a silent stalker with a taste for woodsmen. Other additions include a ghost-deer miniboss, cave-dwelling vampire bats, and (mostly) friendly wisps.

Vanilla Minecraft has a few spooky mobs, but Whisperwoods takes it to the next level. The mod has support on Forge up to version 1.16.5, so give it a shot if you’re in the mood to hunt – or be hunted by – some true horrors.

6. Vampirism – Become a Vampire! by Maxanier

Vampirism is a Forge mod with support up to 1.17 and, quite simply, it adds vampires. When one of them bites you, you’ll become one yourself, gaining all the powers that come with it. You’ll grow even stronger as you suck more blood from animals and other players, though your vulnerability to the sun will also increase.

It also adds the vampire biome – home to bloodsucking bats that must be slain for rituals – and vampire hunter NPCs to protect villages. Vampirism is the ideal spooky mod if you’re in the mood for some bloodsucking antics.

5. Howling Moon by Razmenwolf

As the name suggests, Howling Moon is a mod focused on lycanthropy. Get attacked by a werewolf on a full moon, and you’ll become one yourself. From there, you have access to “werewolf stats”, showing how prolific you’ve been in your slaughter. The mod makes sure to give you prey too – hunter NPCs roam the world, and if that’s not enough you can take the fight to them at their Lodge structures.

Another 1.12.2 mod through Forge, Howling Moon is the ultimate werewolf experience. If you’ve ever wanted to (literally) unleash your inner wolf, this is the mod for you.

4. Hunter’s Nightmare by Therebelt

If you’d rather be the one doing the hunting, Hunter’s Nightmare is the mod for you. It also adds werewolves (along with a multitude of other supernatural monsters) but instead of becoming one, you’re tasked with killing them. At your disposal are wolfsbane, flintlock pistols, and of course, silver.

This mod is for version 1.12.2 on Forge, but at the time of writing is also being ported to 1.16.5 on Fabric, so no matter how you play, you should be able to get in on some monster-killing action.

3. Pirates by Spectre0987

While werewolves, skeletons, and vampires get plenty of time in the spotlight at Halloween, ghost pirates are a far more overlooked variant of the undead – though just as spooky. Fortunately, the Pirates mod (for version 1.12.2 on Forge) is here to give them the love they deserve.

The ghost ship structure generates in oceans and is inhabited by entire ghoulish crews to take down, with plenty of loot as a reward. The mod also adds other pirate-y content: telescopes, rum, cannons and much more.

2. Bewitchment by MoriyaShiine

No Halloween list would be complete without the opportunity to join a coven, and that’s exactly what Bewitchment lets you do. You can also become a vampire or werewolf, if that’s more your thing. This mod has a ton of spooky content, ranging from flying broomsticks to occult rituals to scary expansions, brewing and trading.

No Halloween list would be complete without the opportunity to join a coven, and that’s exactly what Bewitchment lets you do. You can also become a vampire or werewolf, if that’s more your thing. This mod has a ton of spooky content, ranging from flying broomsticks to occult rituals to scary expansions, brewing and trading.

1. Cozy Comforts by Season_Cookie

If you’re tired out after all the horrors of the above mods, or even just vanilla gameplay – or if it all sounded a bit much in the first place – why not relax around the campfire, make some s’mores, and carve some pumpkins? That’s what Cozy Comforts lets you do; it’s a mod more focused on the happier side of Halloween, letting you set up fancy campsites and carve your own designs into pumpkins, rather than just the default vanilla face.

Available up to version 1.16.5 on Forge, this mod is the perfect respite from all the Halloween horror, letting you set up a cozy space to relax with some friends, while still keeping in the spooky spirit.

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[erlegray]

Assault on Allentown Shelter!

These are some of my bestest friends.

Amanda, Jim, John, me, and Mike.

Mike and John, on both sides of me, are very experienced woodsmen. Mike was actually a Boy Scout Leader! Master fire builder, he is! Even with wet wood!

Mike and John parked at Rt 309 and hiked the 4, easy and flat miles, to the Allentown Shelter. They had to make a later start.

Jim, Amanda, and I came the 7 miles from the…

[dstrachan]

‘LUNCHTIME REVIEW’ ++ - 24th 2017

APPETISER

Sonique / It feels So Good

Kylie Minogue / Spinning Around

Robbie Williams / Rock DJ

Craig David / Fill Me In

Spiller / Groovejet (If This Ain’t Love)

Gabrielle / Rise

Ronan Keating / Life Is A Rollercoaster

Madison Avenue / Don’t Call Me Baby

Chicane & Bryan Adams / Don’t Give Up

Black Legend / You See the Trouble

Madonna / American Pie

All Saints / Black Coffee

Five & Queen / We Will Rock You

A1 / Take On Me

Modjo / Lady (Hear Me Tonight)

Melanie C / I Turn To You

The Corrs / Breathless

Britney Spears / Oops! I Did It Again

Fragma / Toca’s Miracle

Bob The Builder / Can We Fix It?

Destiny’s Child / Independent Women Part 1

Steps / Stomp

U2 / Beautiful Day

LeAnn Rimes / can’t Fight The Moonlight

The Spice Girls / Holler

Billie Piper / Day & Night

LUNCHTIME REVIEW

Betty Davis / Steppin’ In Her I Miller Shoes

Bob Wills / My Shoes Keep Walking Back To You

Cornershop / Brimful Of Asha

Le Woodsmen / Burning Up

Lost In Audio / Burning Up

Di Lee / Around The Sun

Bananarama / Rough Justice

Be Like Pablo / There She Is

Courtesans / Knowhere

Natacha Atlas / I Put A Spell On You

Happyness / Anytime

Spring Break / The Slouch

Gentlemen’s Dub Club / Take Control ft. Taiwan MC

Scosha /Breakin’ Out

Prince / Sign O’ The Times

Prince / I Would Die 4 U

Prince / When Doves Cry

James / Sit Down

Tivoli Skye / Don’t Make Me Wait

Sub Sub & Melanie Williams / Ain’t No Love (Ain’t No Use)

Tenek / Another Day

EXTRA COURSE

Eurythmics / Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

Shakira & Wyclef Jean / Hips Don’t Lie

Outlaws / Ghost Riders In The Sky

Alanis Morisette / Hand In My Pocket

Billy Joel / Uptown Girl

John Lennon / Jealous Guy

Elvis Presley / That’s All Right Mama

Michael Jackson / Thriller

The Specials / Too Much Too Young

Sophie Ellis Bextor / Music Gets The Best Of Me

Cher / Gypsies Tramps & Thieves

Charlene / I’ve Never Been To Me

Westlife / You Raise Me Up

Johnny Cash / Personal Jesus

[10minutewriting]

September 16th - A Humble Village

They had come to the territory from their old home. A dozen citizens of the kingdom of Fernholm. Banished, of all things, for crimes they hadn't even committed. They stood now by a large river, the boat that had been their prison sailing back upstream.

"Cast out of paradise!" one complained. Bril had previously been a student at the city's university, and had been removed for false accusations of antisocial demeanour and theft. "We're stuck out here for the rest of our days!"

"Let's stay calm, okay?" her husband tried to soothe her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "It's not all bad."

"Not all bad? We were barely able to convince them to leave the supplies they did!" she gestured to the land they had cleared as a stockpile. It had some wood, stone, even a modest collection of iron ingots. "This is all that's left!"

"Look around, my dear." he gestured with a sweeping motion to the surrounding countryside. She turned to look. The river swept through a mighty forest, the gentle wind whistling through its many branches. "The woods shall provide what we need until we can fend for ourselves."

"Are you suggesting we all become woodsmen?" one of the others came over. A muscular individual, his crime was vandalism. "Because I have no plans to just wander into there and lose my mind."

"You won't have to." he turned to the others, waving them closer. "We just need to work together and build a village of my own." There were murmurs of surprise, confusion, doubt. A village? By themselves?

"There's just a dozen of us!" Another woman pointed out, coming to the front of the crowd. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Well, we have enough resources to at least build a storehouse. Let's start with that, see where we can go from there."

"This is never going to work." they grumbled, but he was confident. They had surprised him with their willingness to co-operate already. The storehouse would be done in moments, and they'd have supplies to spare.

-----

A week passed. They had built houses for themselves, simple wooden cottages that stopped the rain from hitting them. Morale improved gently.

Another week passed. A woodcutter's hut had been built, heating the homes they had worked for. The people smiled again.

The rest of the month passed. They had cleared enough space for a field of crops, and were starting on growing potatoes. Their concerns of hunger were dying.

Another month passed. They built a forester's tower and a herbalist. Their warmth and health had been all but assured.

He stood in front of his house, wiping his brow. He had become one of the dedicated builders, letting the others focus on their respective duties. He looked up at the timbers of the school he was building. It was going to be a magnificent building. He could imagine it now, with white walls and tiles.

"Roderic?" a voice asked, snapping him out of it. He looked over.

"Oh, Bril. What's wrong?" he asked her, turning to face her. She simply held up her tool. It was once an iron sickle that helped her with her herbalism duties, but now the blade had snapped. They couldn't repair it with what they had. "Hm." he nodded. "I'll have to clear room for a blacksmith, then."

"Please hurry." she muttered. "Our child won't be able to work with just their hands."

"No, I know." he nodded, grimacing a little. The problems had just begun.

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Simple Tips to Choose a Modern Home Design

Constructing a home from scratch takes a lot of time and effort. You need the right architectural concept and efficient builder and designer for constructing a proper modern home design for your family. Here are some simple steps that will help you decide:

Number of bedrooms

While you choose a design for your home, you also need to think about accommodating all the members of your family. Decide the number of rooms that you want keeping these things in mind. You should also construct some extra rooms for guests. Also, include rooms keeping in mind that you might plan on expanding your family in the future. It is advisable that you ensure right at the inception of the home design Houston that you have adequate rooms to accommodate everyone comfortably. You can choose to make the master bedroom a little larger than the others. Also make sure that the kids have their separate room unless they are going to sleep in the same room.

The bathrooms

The bathrooms are just as important a consideration as the bedrooms. Your house should have a sufficient number of bathrooms so that no one faces a problem. Consider putting a bathroom in every bedroom or at least one nearby to avoid ugly fights over who is going to use the shower first. Team up with an architect for sustainable bathroom designs, ones that are small/adequate enough to fit in well with the bedrooms.

Keep in mind your privacy requirements

Human beings require a specific amount of privacy, be it in their home or their office space. Privacy issues may lead to ugly squabble and that you would want to avoid. Hence go for designs that take into consideration everyone’s privacy needs. Today’s home buyers who are single, young, or even married are placing great emphasis on privacy in personal living spaces and also the master bedroom. Kids might not mind sharing space with others but teens will not. So do not even think of having one large big room for everyone. Instead take into account the privacy needs. Homeowners who are looking to buy or build a house will have far more options since they will be working from scratch. Professional modern home designers in Houston who have experience with designing modern homes recommend on choosing a design with an L or a U shape design, which are great for urban and suburban homes.

Work Space considerations

Keep aside sufficient space for workspaces so as to induce harmony and avoid trouble. For example, If you want more space in your laundry room, you will require to make arrangements for that from the beginning. Moreover, if you have special interests or hobbies you would want to make space for them too. Ask yourself in the beginning only how much space you would require for these activities and then design accordingly. For craftsmen and woodsmen, you can focus on creating a workspace that is separate from the home but is located on the same property.

Aesthetics and furnishings

Choose furnishings keeping in mind the overall layout of your home and the specific room. Some people prefer to move their old furnishings into their new homes, others however choose to get their own. If you possess furniture from your previous place, then you make sure that they fit into your new home’s floor plan. Hence, the floor plan must be designed in a way so as to accommodate both your existing furniture styles and arrangements.

[christianitywithouttheinsanity]

1 Kings 5; 2 Chr 2; 2 Thess 3

Discuss in the comments section.

The following text is from the English Standard Version.

1 Kings 5

5:1  Now Hiram king of Tyre sent his servants to Solomon when he heard that they had anointed him king in place of his father, for Hiram always loved David. 2 And Solomon sent word to Hiram, 3 “You know that David my father could not build a house for the name of the Lord his God because of the warfare with which his enemies surrounded him, until the Lord put them under the soles of his feet. 4 But now the Lord my God has given me rest on every side. There is neither adversary nor misfortune. 5 And so I intend to build a house for the name of the Lord my God, as the Lord said to David my father, ‘Your son, whom I will set on your throne in your place, shall build the house for my name.’ 6 Now therefore command that cedars of Lebanon be cut for me. And my servants will join your servants, and I will pay you for your servants such wages as you set, for you know that there is no one among us who knows how to cut timber like the Sidonians.”

7 As soon as Hiram heard the words of Solomon, he rejoiced greatly and said, “Blessed be the Lord this day, who has given to David a wise son to be over this great people.” 8 And Hiram sent to Solomon, saying, “I have heard the message that you have sent to me. I am ready to do all you desire in the matter of cedar and cypress timber. 9 My servants shall bring it down to the sea from Lebanon, and I will make it into rafts to go by sea to the place you direct. And I will have them broken up there, and you shall receive it. And you shall meet my wishes by providing food for my household.” 10 So Hiram supplied Solomon with all the timber of cedar and cypress that he desired, 11 while Solomon gave Hiram 20,000 cors of wheat as food for his household, and 20,000 cors of beaten oil. Solomon gave this to Hiram year by year. 12 And the Lord gave Solomon wisdom, as he promised him. And there was peace between Hiram and Solomon, and the two of them made a treaty.

13 King Solomon drafted forced labor out of all Israel, and the draft numbered 30,000 men. 14 And he sent them to Lebanon, 10,000 a month in shifts. They would be a month in Lebanon and two months at home. Adoniram was in charge of the draft. 15 Solomon also had 70,000 burden-bearers and 80,000 stonecutters in the hill country, 16 besides Solomon's 3,300 chief officers who were over the work, who had charge of the people who carried on the work. 17 At the king's command they quarried out great, costly stones in order to lay the foundation of the house with dressed stones. 18 So Solomon's builders and Hiram's builders and the men of Gebal did the cutting and prepared the timber and the stone to build the house. (ESV)

2 Chr 2

2:1  Now Solomon purposed to build a temple for the name of the Lord, and a royal palace for himself. 2  And Solomon assigned 70,000 men to bear burdens and 80,000 to quarry in the hill country, and 3,600 to oversee them. 3 And Solomon sent word to Hiram the king of Tyre: “As you dealt with David my father and sent him cedar to build himself a house to dwell in, so deal with me. 4 Behold, I am about to build a house for the name of the Lord my God and dedicate it to him for the burning of incense of sweet spices before him, and for the regular arrangement of the showbread, and for burnt offerings morning and evening, on the Sabbaths and the new moons and the appointed feasts of the Lord our God, as ordained forever for Israel. 5 The house that I am to build will be great, for our God is greater than all gods. 6 But who is able to build him a house, since heaven, even highest heaven, cannot contain him? Who am I to build a house for him, except as a place to make offerings before him? 7 So now send me a man skilled to work in gold, silver, bronze, and iron, and in purple, crimson, and blue fabrics, trained also in engraving, to be with the skilled workers who are with me in Judah and Jerusalem, whom David my father provided. 8 Send me also cedar, cypress, and algum timber from Lebanon, for I know that your servants know how to cut timber in Lebanon. And my servants will be with your servants, 9 to prepare timber for me in abundance, for the house I am to build will be great and wonderful. 10 I will give for your servants, the woodsmen who cut timber, 20,000 cors of crushed wheat, 20,000 cors of barley, 20,000 baths of wine, and 20,000 baths of oil.”

11 Then Hiram the king of Tyre answered in a letter that he sent to Solomon, “Because the Lord loves his people, he has made you king over them.” 12 Hiram also said, “Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, who made heaven and earth, who has given King David a wise son, who has discretion and understanding, who will build a temple for the Lord and a royal palace for himself.

13 “Now I have sent a skilled man, who has understanding, Huram-abi, 14 the son of a woman of the daughters of Dan, and his father was a man of Tyre. He is trained to work in gold, silver, bronze, iron, stone, and wood, and in purple, blue, and crimson fabrics and fine linen, and to do all sorts of engraving and execute any design that may be assigned him, with your craftsmen, the craftsmen of my lord, David your father. 15 Now therefore the wheat and barley, oil and wine, of which my lord has spoken, let him send to his servants. 16 And we will cut whatever timber you need from Lebanon and bring it to you in rafts by sea to Joppa, so that you may take it up to Jerusalem.”

17 Then Solomon counted all the resident aliens who were in the land of Israel, after the census of them that David his father had taken, and there were found 153,600. 18 Seventy thousand of them he assigned to bear burdens, 80,000 to quarry in the hill country, and 3,600 as overseers to make the people work. (ESV)

2 Thess 3

3:1 Finally, brothers, pray for us, that the word of the Lord may speed ahead and be honored, as happened among you, 2 and that we may be delivered from wicked and evil men. For not all have faith. 3 But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one. 4 And we have confidence in the Lord about you, that you are doing and will do the things that we command. 5 May the Lord direct your hearts to the love of God and to the steadfastness of Christ.

6 Now we command you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you keep away from any brother who is walking in idleness and not in accord with the tradition that you received from us. 7 For you yourselves know how you ought to imitate us, because we were not idle when we were with you, 8 nor did we eat anyone's bread without paying for it, but with toil and labor we worked night and day, that we might not be a burden to any of you. 9 It was not because we do not have that right, but to give you in ourselves an example to imitate. 10 For even when we were with you, we would give you this command: If anyone is not willing to work, let him not eat. 11 For we hear that some among you walk in idleness, not busy at work, but busybodies. 12 Now such persons we command and encourage in the Lord Jesus Christ to do their work quietly and to earn their own living.

13 As for you, brothers, do not grow weary in doing good. 14 If anyone does not obey what we say in this letter, take note of that person, and have nothing to do with him, that he may be ashamed. 15 Do not regard him as an enemy, but warn him as a brother.

16 Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in every way. The Lord be with you all.

17 I, Paul, write this greeting with my own hand. This is the sign of genuineness in every letter of mine; it is the way I write. 18 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. (ESV)

The reading plan I’ve chosen is from Bible Class Material and it’s a 5 day plan, with weekend days to catch up or get ahead or just take a break!

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[readbookywooks]

Jon

You are as hopeless as any boys I have ever trained," Ser Alliser Thorne announced when they had all assembled in the yard. "Your hands were made for manure shovels, not for swords, and if it were up to me, the lot of you would be set to herding swine. But last night I was told that Gueren is marching five new boys up the kingsroad. One or two may even be worth the price of piss. To make room for them, I have decided to pass eight of you on to the Lord Commander to do with as he will." He called out the names one by one. "Toad. Stone Head. Aurochs. Lover. Pimple. Monkey. Ser Loon." Last, he looked at Jon. "And the Bastard." Pyp let fly a whoop and thrust his sword into the air. Ser Alliser fixed him with a reptile stare. "They will call you men of Night's Watch now, but you are bigger fools than the Mummer's Monkey here if you believe that. You are boys still, green and stinking of summer, and when the winter comes you will die like flies." And with that, Ser Alliser Thorne took his leave of them. The other boys gathered round the eight who had been named, laughing and cursing and offering congratulations. Halder smacked Toad on the butt with the flat of his sword and shouted, "Toad, of the Night's Watch!" Yelling that a black brother needed a horse, Pyp leapt onto Grenn's shoulders, and they tumbled to the ground, rolling and punching and hooting. Dareon dashed inside the armory and returned with a skin of sour red. As they passed the wine from hand to hand, grinning like fools, Jon noticed Samwell Tarly standing by himself beneath a bare dead tree in the corner of the yard. Jon offered him the skin. "A swallow of wine?" Sam shook his head. "No thank you, Jon." "Are you well?" "Very well, truly," the fat boy lied. "I am so happy for you all." His round face quivered as he forced a smile. "You will be First Ranger someday, just as your uncle was." "Is," Jon corrected. He would not accept that Benjen Stark was dead. Before he could say more, Haider cried, "Here, you planning to drink that all yourself?" Pyp snatched the skin from his hand and danced away, laughing. While Grenn seized his arm, Pyp gave the skin a squeeze, and a thin stream of red squirted Jon in the face. Haider howled in protest at the waste of good wine. Jon sputtered and struggled. Matthar and Jeren climbed the wall and began pelting them all with snowballs. By the time he wrenched free, with snow in his hair and wine stains on his surcoat, Samwell Tarly had gone. That night, Three-Finger Hobb cooked the boys a special meal to mark the occasion. When Jon arrived at the common hall, the Lord Steward himself led him to the bench near the fire. The older men clapped him on the arm in passing. The eight soon-to-be brothers feasted on rack of lamb baked in a crust of garlic and herbs, garnished with sprigs of mint, and surrounded by mashed yellow turnips swimming in butter. "From the Lord Commander's own table," Bowen Marsh told them. There were salads of spinach and chickpeas and turnip greens, and afterward bowls of iced blueberries and sweet cream. "Do you think they'll keep us together?" Pyp wondered as they gorged themselves happily. Toad made a face. "I hope not. I'm sick of looking at those ears of yours." "Ho," said Pyp. "Listen to the crow call the raven black. You're certain to be a ranger, Toad. They'll want you as far from the castle as they can. If Mance Rayder attacks, lift your visor and show your face, and he'll run off screaming." Everyone laughed but Grenn. "I hope I'm a ranger." "You and everyone else," said Matthar. Every man who wore the black walked the Wall, and every man was expected to take up steel in its defense, but the rangers were the true fighting heart of the Night's Watch. It was they who dared ride beyond the Wall, sweeping through the haunted forest and the icy mountain heights west of the Shadow Tower, fighting wildlings and giants and monstrous snow bears. "Not everyone," said Halder. "It's the builders for me. What use would rangers be if the Wall fell down?" The order of builders provided the masons and carpenters to repair keeps and towers, the miners to dig tunnels and crush stone for roads and footpaths, the woodsmen to clear away new growth wherever the forest pressed too close to the Wall. Once, it was said, they had quarried immense blocks of ice from frozen lakes deep in the haunted forest, dragging them south on sledges so the Wall might be raised ever higher. Those days were centuries gone, however; now, it was all they could do to ride the Wall from Eastwatch to the Shadow Tower, watching for cracks or signs of melt and making what repairs they could. "The Old Bear's no fool," Dareon observed. "You're certain to be a builder, and Jon's certain to be a ranger. He's the best sword and the best rider among us, and his uncle was the First before he . . . " His voice trailed off awkwardly as he realized what he had almost said. "Benjen Stark is still First Ranger," Jon Snow told him, toying with his bowl of blueberries. The rest might have given up all hope of his uncle's safe return, but not him. He pushed away the berries, scarcely touched, and rose from the bench. "Aren't you going to eat those?" Toad asked. "They're yours." Jon had hardly tasted Hobb's great feast. "I could not eat another bite." He took his cloak from its hook near the door and shouldered his way out. Pyp followed him. "Jon, what is it?" "Sam," he admitted. "He was not at table tonight." "It's not like him to miss a meal," Pyp said thoughtfully. "Do you suppose he's taken ill?" "He's frightened. We're leaving him." He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he'd given her Needle. "Once we say our words, we'll all have duties to attend to. Some of us may be sent away, to Eastwatch or the Shadow Tower. Sam will remain in training, with the likes of Rast and Cuger and these new boys who are coming up the kingsroad. Gods only know what they'll be like, but you can bet Ser Alliser will send them against him, first chance he gets." Pyp made a grimace. "You did all you could." "All we could wasn't enough," Jon said. A deep restlessness was on him as he went back to Hardin's Tower for Ghost. The direwolf walked beside him to the stables. Some of the more skittish horses kicked at their stalls and laid back their ears as they entered. Jon saddled his mare, mounted, and rode out from Castle Black, south across the moonlit night. Ghost raced ahead of him, flying over the ground, gone in the blink of an eye. Jon let him go. A wolf needed to hunt. He had no destination in mind. He wanted only to ride. He followed the creek for a time, listening to the icy trickle of water over rock, then cut across the fields to the kingsroad. It stretched out before him, narrow and stony and pocked with weeds, a road of no particular promise, yet the sight of it filled Jon Snow with a vast longing. Winterfell was down that road, and beyond it Riverrun and King's Landing and the Eyrie and so many other places; Casterly Rock, the Isle of Faces, the red mountains of Dorne, the hundred islands of Braavos in the sea, the smoking ruins of old Valyria. All the places that Jon would never see. The world was down that road . . . and he was here. Once he swore his vow, the Wall would be his home until he was old as Maester Aemon. "I have not sworn yet," he muttered. He was no outlaw, bound to take the black or pay the penalty for his crimes. He had come here freely, and he might leave freely . . . until he said the words. He need only ride on, and he could leave it all behind. By the time the moon was full again, he would be back in Winterfell with his brothers. Your half brothers, a voice inside reminded him. And Lady Stark, who will not welcome you. There was no place for him in Winterfell, no place in King's Landing either. Even his own mother had not had a place for him. The thought of her made him sad. He wondered who she had been, what she had looked like, why his father had left her. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. Something dark and dishonorable, or else why was Lord Eddard too ashamed to speak of her? Jon Snow turned away from the kingsroad to look behind him. The fires of Castle Black were hidden behind a hill, but the Wall was there, pale beneath the moon, vast and cold, running from horizon to horizon. He wheeled his horse around and started for home. Ghost returned as he crested a rise and saw the distant glow of lamplight from the Lord Commander's Tower. The direwolf s muzzle was red with blood as he trotted beside the horse. Jon found himself thinking of Samwell Tarly again on the ride back. By the time he reached the stables, he knew what he must do. Maester Aemon's apartments were in a stout wooden keep below the rookery. Aged and frail, the maester shared his chambers with two of the younger stewards, who tended to his needs and helped him in his duties. The brothers joked that he had been given the two ugliest men in the Night's Watch; being blind, he was spared having to look at them. Clydas was short, bald, and chinless, with small pink eyes like a mole. Chett had a wen on his neck the size of a pigeon's egg, and a face red with boils and pimples. Perhaps that was why he always seemed so angry. It was Chett who answered Jon's knock. "I need to speak to Maester Aemon," Jon told him. "The maester is abed, as you should be. Come back on the morrow and maybe he'll see you." He began to shut the door. Jon jammed it open with his boot. "I need to speak to him now. The morning will be too late." Chett scowled. "The maester is not accustomed to being woken in the night. Do you know how old he is?" "Old enough to treat visitors with more courtesy than you," Jon said. "Give him my pardons. I would not disturb his rest if it were not important." "And if I refuse?" Jon had his boot wedged solidly in the door. "I can stand here all night if I must." The black brother made a disgusted noise and opened the door to admit him. "Wait in the library. There's wood. Start a fire. I won't have the maester catching a chill on account of you." Jon had the logs crackling merrily by the time Chett led in Maester Aemon. The old man was clad in his bed robe, but around his throat was the chain collar of his order. A maester did not remove it even to sleep. "The chair beside the fire would be pleasant," he said when he felt the warmth on his face. When he was settled comfortably, Chett covered his legs with a fur and went to stand by the door. "I am sorry to have woken you, Maester," Jon Snow said. "You did not wake me," Maester Aemon replied. "I find I need less sleep as I grow older, and I am grown very old. I often spend half the night with ghosts, remembering times fifty years past as if they were yesterday. The mystery of a midnight visitor is a welcome persion. So tell me, Jon Snow, why have you come calling at this strange hour?" "To ask that Samwell Tarly be taken from training and accepted as a brother of the Night's Watch." "This is no concern of Maester Aemon," Chett complained. "Our Lord Commander has given the training of recruits into the hands of Ser Alliser Thorne," the maester said gently. "Only he may say when a boy is ready to swear his vow, as you surely know. Why then come to me?" "The Lord Commander listens to you," Jon told him. "And the wounded and the sick of the Night's Watch are in your charge." "And is your friend Samwell wounded or sick?" "He will be," Jon promised, "unless you help." He told them all of it, even the part where he'd set Ghost at Rast's throat. Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire, but Chett's face darkened with each word. "Without us to keep him safe, Sam will have no chance," Jon finished. "He's hopeless with a sword. My sister Arya could tear him apart, and she's not yet ten. If Ser Alliser makes him fight, it's only a matter of time before he's hurt or killed." Chett could stand no more. "I've seen this fat boy in the common hall," he said. "He is a pig, and a hopeless craven as well, if what you say is true." "Maybe it is so," Maester Aemon said. "Tell me, Chett, what would you have us do with such a boy?" "Leave him where he is," Chett said. "The Wall is no place for the weak. Let him train until he is ready, no matter how many years that takes. Ser Alliser shall make a man of him or kill him, as the gods will." "That's stupid," Jon said. He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "I remember once I asked Maester Luwin why he wore a chain around his throat." Maester Aemon touched his own collar lightly, his bony, wrinkled finger stroking the heavy metal links. "Go on." "He told me that a maester's collar is made of chain to remind him that he is sworn to serve," Jon said, remembering. "I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. And he said there were other meanings as well. The collar is supposed to remind a maester of the realm he serves, isn't that so? Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people." Maester Aemon smiled. "And so?" "The Night's Watch needs all sorts too. Why else have rangers and stewards and builders? Lord Randyll couldn't make Sam a warrior, and Ser Alliser won't either. You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean tin is useless. Why shouldn't Sam be a steward?" Chett gave an angry scowl. "I'm a steward. You think it's easy work, fit for cowards? The order of stewards keeps the Watch alive. We hunt and farm, tend the horses, milk the cows, gather firewood, cook the meals. Who do you think makes your clothing? Who brings up supplies from the south? The stewards." Maester Aemon was gentler. "Is your friend a hunter?" "He hates hunting," Jon had to admit. "Can he plow a field?" the maester asked. "Can he drive a wagon or sail a ship? Could he butcher a cow?" "No." Chett gave a nasty laugh. "I've seen what happens to soft lordlings when they're put to work. Set them to churning butter and their hands blister and bleed. Give them an axe to split logs, and they cut off their own foot." "I know one thing Sam could do better than anyone." "Yes?" Maester Aemon prompted. Jon glanced warily at Chett, standing beside the door, his boils red and angry. "He could help you," he said quickly. "He can do sums, and he knows how to read and write. I know Chett can't read, and Clydas has weak eyes. Sam read every book in his father's library. He'd be good with the ravens too. Animals seem to like him. Ghost took to him straight off. There's a lot he could do, besides fighting. The Night's Watch needs every man. Why kill one, to no end? Make use of him instead." Maester Aemon closed his eyes, and for a brief moment Jon was afraid that he had gone to sleep. Finally he said, "Maester Luwin taught you well, Jon Snow. Your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seem." "Does that mean . . . " "It means I shall think on what you have said," the maester told him firmly. "And now, I believe I am ready to sleep. Chett, show our young brother to the door."