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shazzeaslightnovels · 5 years ago

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Danmachi Familia Chronicle Episode Lyu

Author: Fujino Omori

Illustrator: Nilitsu

Label: GA Bunko

Release Date: 14 March 2017

English Release:

This series is currently being published in English by Yen Press as Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? Familia Chronicle Episode Lyu so please pick it up if the series interests you.

Art Notes: Lyu in drag *_* Nilitsu’s art is as gorgeous as usual and I love the final illustration in the volume, with all The Benevolent Mistress girls together. It’s so cute! There are a couple of ecchi illustrations and Runoa’s adeventurer outfit is really weird (I’d imagine that it was designed by Yasuda) but there’s nothing too bad in it.

Well, this was very different to what I’d expected it to be, in a good way. For one, I thought that this would be a flashback volume starring the Astrea Familia and What Happened There. Instead, the volume focuses on Lyu and the other staff at The Benevolent Mistress (apparently, this is how Yen-Press localized the name and, I have to say, it’s better than calling it Hostess of Fertility). Before reading this volume, I didn’t care about these characters at all and now I love each and every one of them, especially Syr. I remember reading volume 1 and being very suspicious of Syr and now, well, I still don’t completely trust her and I would hate to be her enemy but I actually love that about her now. She’s such a magnificent troll and a little shit and I love her. Lyu, as well, was spectacular in this volume. The volume has two stories and the first was a really fun spy story and the second one was full of found family feels. I really enjoyed both stories!

You can read this volume any time after volume 6 (episodes 1-4 of season 2 of the anime). Really, you can read it before that, if you don’t care too much about being spoiled. It’s a must-read if you like Lyu, Syr or any of the staff at The Benevolent Mistress and I’d recommend it if you’re a fan of the franchise who hasn’t checked it out yet.

This volume has two stories: Crush the Grand Casino and That is a Benevolent Tavern ~Girl meets Girls~. I will be talking a bit about the ending of the first story under the cut but I have marked the section where I talk about that so just avoid the marking if you want to avoid spoilers.

Crush the Grand Casino:

This story follows Lyu and Syr as they infiltrate a casino in order to rescue a girl, Anna, who was gambled away by her father. Lyu dresses up in a suit and disguises herself as “Maximilian” and Syr plays her wife and it is everything I never knew I needed. Bell gets involved too and it gets even better. With the recent developments in both the main series and SO, I’ve forgotten just how fun this series can be and this was a very welcome reminder. The true MVP here is Syr, though. I didn’t realize just how fond I’d become of her until now. I love that little troll.

~START SPOILERS~

I do think that the story falls flat at the end though when Anna falls in love with Lyu, in disguise, and Lyu’s all “I’m a girl” and Anna’s shocked and then Lyu becomes insecure about her femininity and gets Bell to comfort her. This is a recurring issue with this series where something incredibly gay happens only for it to be “no homo”-ed a few scenes later. It happens a lot in Sword Oratoria where Lefiya and Filvis are teased constantly only for a scene to pop-up every once in while to remind you that Filvis is meant to have a thing for Dionysus. It’s really annoying because it feels like Omori does want to write a proper fxf romance but is prevented from doing so for some reason. I’m not sure that it’s entirely Omori’s fault - it could be that the publisher and/or editor is nervous about doing full-blown queer couple. The only canon queer stuff that I can think of so far is Apollo and Ishtar. Apollo plays into the creepy predatory gay stereotype and Ishtar’s relationship with Aisha was all about power and control. Of course, there’s also Lefiya but I’m always super anxious that she’s going to end up joining Bell’s harem. It is super frustrating and I hope to see a proper non-villainous canon queer couple in this series soon.

Also, I have to question whether Anna would really be happy going back to a father who treated her like an object to be gambled away. He doesn’t even seem to be that repentant as you can see him drinking in the epilogue despite promising his wife and daughter that he would quit. I didn’t know Anna for long but I hope she finds some happiness.

~END SPOILERS~

That is a Benevolent Tavern ~Girl Meets Girls~:

Found family feels, oh how I’ve missed you. This story is closer to what I thought that this volume would be as it tells the story of how Lyu and the others came to be a family and work together at The Benevolent Mistress. I loved it. It’s a story of healing and found family and it’s one of my favorite things that the series has ever done. It also really adds a lot to Lyu’s character and we find out a lot more about the other members of The Benevolent Mistress. It’s really funny and I loved it.

Adaptation Notes:

The manga is illustrated by Hinase Momoyama and appears to be complete at 6 volumes. Lyu! in! drag! Lyu! in! drag! Lyu! in! drag! Okay, I’m done. I haven’t read all of the manga adaptation yet but it’s very good so far and I love the recaps at the start of each chapter which are so funny. They’re like 1~2 pages long and are a wonderful addition to the story. Momoyama’s art is great and suits the series. It’s a really good adaptation of the light novel and I’d recommend it.

I know that there is a Freya volume as well but I’m a long way off from reading it, since I’m going with release order in this series so it would be after Danmachi 15 and Sword Oratoria 12. Next up in the series is Sword Oratoria 8 which I own and will be reading very soon.

#Danmachi #Familia Chronicle #Episode Lyu #fujino oomori #Nilitsu #Fujino omori #ga bunko #February 2020 #Positive review #Favorite volumes

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libidomechanica · 6 years ago

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #191 texts

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cantolopejeevas · 6 years ago

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I finally wrote this, haha, I’d been kinda putting it off, but now Syr’s nightmare is finished! And just in time, haha, so you know~

“You want me to save your little friends?”

Syr cowered beneath the skeletal maw that hovered over them. They knew this was a terrible idea. Asking so much of Nabaru would come at a price. But they would pay it- they would pay anything. Just as long as their friends could be saved. Just as long as they would make it out of this alive.

That smoke… Terrible, green, and thick. Some sort of horrid blight that made them all drop.

“Please,” they whispered, hands clasped together and head hung to show their piety. “I’ll do anything. Just bring them back… I… I can’t…”

Silence. They couldn’t even hear the sound of their own heartbeat. Cold and dead. But they would be fine. They had a duty. Nabaru wouldn’t let them die so long as their goal hadn’t been accomplished.

They just couldn’t bear to continue living if their friends weren’t at their side.

Booming laughter filled the air, making them jump. Then, Nabaru finally spoke, his voice filled with sadistic glee, “Alright. I will save your friends. But you will have to suffer for your failure. It seems like you’ve forgotten what you’re doing all of this for. Why you made this pact. So I will be gracious, and remind you.”

The darkness that had filled Syr’s vision only grew. And they felt their body shrinking in on itself, invisible walls closing around them. Their hands reached out and met with what felt like wood. Familiar words echoed through their head.

“Stay here, dear girl. Do not leave until one of us tells you to.”

A jolt went through their chest. No. This wasn’t happening, not again, they’d already relived this enough times! With an anguished scream, they pounded against the walls surrounding them, hoping that this time, this time, they’d be able to do something. That they wouldn’t be stuck, helpless as the sounds of fighting and screaming filled their head.

“Let me out! Please, I can fight this time! I’m stronger, can use magic, please, someone, anyone!”

It was fruitless. This was only the echo of a memory, they knew that, and they knew the clashing of metal on metal, the barked orders from voices both familiar and not, wouldn’t end anytime soon. They’d spent hours trapped, waiting with baited breath, too scared to even move. Hours after it had all died down to silence.

Now it seemed that they couldn’t get out. Like the walls were made of steel, unyielding under their frantic attempts to break free.

Still, hours passed. Or it felt that way. They knew time didn’t move the same here. This was still Nabaru’s realm, they could feel it in the cold seeping into their bones. But even the chill didn’t stop them.

This time. This kick would do it, this push and they’d be free. They had to, they had to get out, had to fight, had to protect their family!

Just then, a long-forgotten voice made them pause.

“Alright, dear girl, you can come out now. We’ve managed to push the guards away, they won’t be getting in here anymore.”

The walls surrounding them melted away, and their vision was filled with light. And in that light was Papa Shadow. Smiling, arms held out for them. And against their better judgement, they scrambled to their feet, into his arms, face buried into the soft fur of his neck as they wept in relief. Gentle paws on their back soothed their frantic mind, made them feel safe in a way that they didn’t think was possible.

Until a sharp pain in their gut wrenched them from this fantasy.

They stared down where the blade had embedded itself into the stomach. Pale skin of their hands had been replaced by black fur and paws, and they knew they hadn’t done this.

As the blade withdrew, controlled by a phantom they couldn’t see, they dropped to the ground, unable to hold themself up. They could feel the blood spilling from them, see it pooling before their eyes, feel every drop of strength they had drain out alongside it.

Up ahead, the image of their friends appeared. Collapsed onto the ground, helpless, covered in boils and blight and the green smoke overtook them.

With the last of their strength, Syr tried crawling closer, desperate to save everyone. But they were slow, too slow, or maybe they weren’t moving at all. One by one, they all faded into the green smoke, and Syr could feel the life fading away as if it were a piece of their own soul. Sandra, Lumia, Van, Bellamin…

All gone.

Crys. He still had a chance. Farther from the smoke than the rest, chest heaving with his struggled breathing.

Paw outstretched, they tried in vain to summon up the magic within them, call upon the dark powers to do something, anything. But instead of saving Crys, his body faded, slowly replaced with a wooden cabinet that Syr was too familiar with.

Their stomach dropped, and their hand finally returned to them, no longer the paw they just now recognized.

“The Tabaxi that raised you spent his last moments trying to get to you,” Nabaru’s voice echoed in their head. “Isn’t that quite the revelation? Of course, you already knew that. You saw how he died, how his body was outstretched for you, trying desperately to make sure you were safe. Well, he succeeded, at least!”

They got to their feet, tears leaking down they face as they tried to push his voice out. But it didn’t work. They’d intertwined themself too much into his power.

In the next instant, they felt a blade take a clean swipe at their neck. The pain was terrible making them scream out as their head fell to the floor. Instead of their body, they saw the headless form of a leather-clad woman, surrounded by the silhouettes of men in armor. The ring on her finger glowed with black energy, and Syr could feel the burning on their own hand, the terrible magic working its way deeper into their soul.

“The original owner of your ring put up a good fight,” Nabaru said with glee. “You’d always known her to be a fighter, hadn’t you? Well, it’s quite unfortunate that her head was worth so much. Fighting couldn’t save her in the end, now could it?”

Form now intact, they felt the ground give way underneath them. Even though all they could see was an endless abyss, they knew they were falling. The rush was terrifying, the knowledge that they’d hit the ground and certainly feel the pain of death without the release.

Before they could brace themself, they saw another body falling with them. No, several. Their friends were once again in danger- but this time Syr could move.

Crys was the closest. Syr leaned toward him, willing their body to work through the darkness. It was like moving through something thicker than water, and even when they tried to breathe, they couldn’t. But they pushed through, a fire burning in them that they hadn’t felt before.

Finally, they managed to snag his arm, and pulled him close, holding him above themself so that maybe the fall wouldn’t hurt him. As their hands brushed over his fur, though, they noticed something that made that fire inside them grow cold.

Once golden fur was now a dull gray. And there was no sign of life in him. No breathing, no warmth. Even his eyes, wide open for them to see, were blank. Not a single glimmer of Crys.

A chorus of crunching bones filled their ears. Looking down, they saw the crumpled heaps of everyone slam into an unseen ground. All in unnatural positions, arms and legs at sickening angles.

But their own descent slowed and they landed on the ground as if they had been gently carried down. Sitting up, their eyes raked over Crys once more, stomach churning.

Gone.

They looked back up, only to see the bodies around them fading away, like dust in the wind. Horrified, they tightened their hold on Crys, hoping to at least keep him in their arms. But the weight on them faded, growing lighter, and little flakes of gray swirled into the air, out of reach.

“No,” they whispered, hands too frozen to move. But in a surge of desperation, they clawed at the fragments floating up, throat seizing up as they screamed.

“Give him back! Give them all back to me, please! I need them!”

No response.

So they screamed more. Louder, more desperate, until their voice had given out, too choked up in dust, their own tears, and the terrible pain they’d brought upon themself. Long after the last fleck had faded from view, long after they realized nothing would come of it. Only when they physically couldn’t keep it up, did they stop.

A mass of viscous shadow appeared in front of them.

“We’ve only just begun, dear girl,” Nabaru taunted, his presence suffocating. “Why, it’ll be a while before you wake back up. In the meantime, I have another lesson to teach you.”

They stared up at him, unable to ask, unable to plead for all of this to stop.

He grinned, teeth looking too sharp as he leaned down, a mere inch from their face. “You’re very lucky I had mercy on you this time. Do you know why everyone around you dies? There’s a simple answer for it.”

Their breath hitched, and for the first time since all of this had started, their heart began to pound in their chest.

“The answer is this: change is in your nature.”

Their form began to shift uncontrollably. Body stretching and pulling, the ability they’d had all their life suddenly working against them. Hands, paws, tail, no tail, scales, two eyes, four eyes, five. The sudden shifts send waves of agony through them, and even with their mouth open and their body hunched over, the couldn’t make a single sound or move a muscle.

“You change, so the things around you must change. And they all end in the one constant there is to life. Death.”

Their head was forced up, eyes now glued to Nabaru’s skeletal face once more.

“You may have extended the time you get to spend with your little friends,” he said with a pointed cackle. “But they will all die because of you eventually. And you’ll need my help to bring them back once more. Because you can’t stand change. You can’t stand yourself.”

Syr bit down on their lip. Of course, he was right. The aching loneliness that had plagued them after their family died… It was something they never wanted to experience again.

“We still have some things to go over. I have to make sure you don’t forget any of this. And I know you’ll be grateful when I’m through with you…”

His jaw stretched wide, and they found themself swallowed by darkness, and felt those horrible walls closing in once more.

#oc talk #dnd talk #syr #fic

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danco110 · 2 years ago

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“I see you’re coddling those children again, Syr Pari.”

The elf in question slowed her giant fox mount to a stop. The rider took a deep breath, then looked over her shoulder at the two young passengers riding behind her.

“Let me do the talking. All right?”

The human children nodded. Pari mustered her courage and dismounted to face another fox rider. This elf sneered down at Pari as she spoke again, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“How gracious of you to rescue those two from the dangerous woods again.”

“They just wanted a ride, Captain Fulma,” Pari stated, in a desperate attempt at diplomacy. “I didn’t see any problem with obliging them.”

“Oh, there’s not a problem, per say. It’s just, well, you know, humans’ memories are fleetingly short, as is everything in their lives. Before long they’ll have ‘grown up,’ and forgotten you were anything other than an enemy of their oh so precious crown.”

Pari’s expression hardened. “Then I’d better get back to it, and finish up before that happens. If you’ll excuse me.”

Pari turned to face her fox, but Fulma spurred her mount to move between the elf and her steed.

“Captain Fulma,” Pari began, in a dangerously quiet voice, “I kindly request that you move.”

Fulma gave an aristocratic laugh. “Why, so you can continue to patronize these humans and feel good about yourself? How quaint.”

“Hey!”

“Leave her alone!”

Fulma’s eyes widened as she turned to face the children, who quickly leapt down from their perch atop the fox and sprinted over to Pari’s side.

“Syr Pari is our friend!”

“You’re just a bully!”

Fulma smirked down at the humans. “And how exactly do you plan on defending her honor, here-“

A stone impacted against Fulma’s forehead, knocking her back so she fell unconscious in the saddle. Her mount, sensing the shift in weight and slack on the reins, beat a hasty retreat into the woods. As the sound of rustling grass and branches faded away, Pari and the children were left alone on the trail.

“…Thank you, you two,” Pari sighed.

“Are you in trouble, Syr Pari?” asked the children. The elf laughed in response.

“Probably. And it’ll probably be big trouble. But I’m touched that you wanted to help. So, again, thank you. Now, let’s finish that ride!”

“Yeah!”

#mtg #magic the gathering #eldraine #story bites

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swear-like-a-hare · 7 years ago

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Song of the Wind ~ Redwall fanfiction

Word count:~600

Summary: This fic is a little bridge between Martin the Warrior and Mossflower. I will warn you, it is rather sad. I seem to be writing a lot of that lately (which is ironic because I’ve never been happier in my life than I am now). The song that this is based on is “Òran na Gaoithe", which translates to “Song of the wind”, thus the name of the fic.

I wrote the story in such a way that when read at a certain speed, the read time is the same as the song, so that if you play the song and start reading, you will finish reading at the roughly the same time as the song ends. Not that you have to, I just thought it might be fun to know. (There’s more about inspiration behind this fic under the cut.)

The mousewarrior cut a forlorn picture as he forged through the deep snowdrifts. Cold wind whistled through the trees around him, sounding like whispered words of a half forgotten song. Not for the first time, Martin regretted his decision to keep on traveling, and not stopping to wait out the rest of winter with the dormice family he’d left three mornings back. They’d been kind and hospitable, and offered to shelter him until the spring.

However, the longer he stayed in one place, the more his memories seemed to haunt him. He’d hear one of the dormice babes singing, and hear Rose singing along. He’d step outside and see a glimpse of a mouse walking through the forest, only for him to blink and there'd be no beast there at all. Or he’d dream of her, and of Pallum and Grumm, and Brome and Felldoh, and it felt like he was there at Marshank once more. Only the dreams ended the same way it had in real life. He couldn’t save her.

On the morning of the fifth day of his stay with them, he told the dormice family that he was grateful to them and for their offer of shelter. But he had to keep moving. He was a warrior, after all, and would only attract trouble if he stayed. He consoled himself with the fact that this was probably true. He was made to promise to call in on them if he ever passed by this way again, which Martin knew was very unlikely, but could not bring himself to tell them.

He pulled his cloak tight around him, and paused a moment to look around. He had no idea where he was headed, only that he must keep going. He looked behind him, watching the snow cover his tracks. He was used to the cold, being from the north, but he had never been without somewhere to belong, or something to do. First, in his home, with his father and his grandmother. Then, after he had been taken by Badrang, he’d made it his job to help free the other slaves, and to retrieve his sword.

His travels had taken him back to his family home in the caves on the shore, only to find it cold and empty. At first, he hoped that the settlement had merely been abandoned. Perhaps his friends and neighbors chose to find a warmer, safer home further inland. But even this small hope was extinguished when he explored his childhood home, and that of his friends. Repairs and projects were abandoned midway, food that had long ago been rotten still in the meager pantries, and the sun bleached bones half buried in sand, left where they had fallen. Martin had never felt so alone as he did that day, burying what remained of those he knew.

A sudden chill shook him out of his reverie, and he turned and continued due south, knowing that if he kept moving that he would eventually outpace the cold and snowy weather, and perhaps, he’d find a place that needed him. Somewhere that he could be useful. Somewhere that could fill his mind and his life with something more than the memory of things he could not change. He kept trekking, on and on, until the sun set, and darkness fell about the forest, or as dark as a forest full of leafless trees and snow could be on a full moon night.

As he unknowingly passed the northernmost boundaries of Mossflower woods, he idly wondered where his next adventure would take him, and how long he would travel until he was forced to stop. And what it would take to convince him to stay.

fin.

So a few weeks ago, I saw this post about the band Syr, and a Redwall-based song that they made, Eulalia (btw, shoutout to @dibbunsagainstbedtime for introducing that song to me). So, being the obsessive person that I am, I went and listened to everything they ever made, and eventually, I realized that a lot of their songs would make really good story prompts for Redwall fanfiction.

This is actually supposed to be part one of a two part story, named after the first two songs on their latest album, The Winter King. I got stuck with the second song, though, so I’m going post this, do a few more songs and come back around to “The Weight of the World”. My goal is to write one Redwall fic for each of the songs below.

Knowing myself, this may take a while.

#redwall #redwall fanfiction #SYR #martin the warrior #fanfiction #fanwork #my fanwork #mossflower a tale from redwall #Martin the Warrior a tale from Redwall #The Legend of Luke #Hare talks

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braden-ffxiv · 7 years ago

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Kid meme for Bray and Syr?

Name: Syrahn. Since Braden doesn’t want to ‘pass on’ his ‘surname’ and sandcat tribes have weird names for men and Braden hates the implication that a Tia or Nunh or some other sort of social structure would have they would probably eventually settle on a mononymous child. Bray probably came up with the idea - in particular the spelling, considering Syr can’t read (though he’d be trying to teach her, okay.)

Gender: Male

General appearance: The most goddamn handsome maleqo’te you’ve ever seen. Tall and strong; coming from the genetics of a curvy dancer and a swift-footed thief, he’s got him some impressive gams. His skin is a cinnamon-bronze, always bright in the sun; defying expectation his eyes (both of them) turn out to be a brilliant, blazing gold, his irises deeply-textured, dazzling and bright, not unlike the glitter-flecked paints his mother would adorn herself with. He lets his hair, a mess of silky straw-blonde, grow absolutely wild; but it’s that luxurious and perfect sort of wild, where he rolls out of bed every day with it looking absolutely stylish and dashing. He likes to keep it tied loosely in a ponytail that hangs along his shoulder.Syrahn’s ethereal features capture an enigmatic and inescapable beauty, something like an entrancing meadow or a dew-drop sunrise. He always looks many years younger than he is. With full cheeks, full lips, a starry and ensorcelling gaze, and a voice like the purr of a sonorous cello, he attracts as many men as women, including men who didn’t even know they were attracted to men. His husky laugh makes souls shiver and hearts sizzle. He’s not as tall as dad, and too bulky, but just right; and he’s cut from head-to-toe, more chiseled and lean than his dad, even. Having a mother who paints herself every day and a father covered in ink it wouldn’t be long before he chose to treat his own skin as his canvas - he prefers the abstract designs reminiscent of his mother’s paints, though emblazoned permanently in dark colors, wreathing his arms and his torso. He always loved his father’s Ishgardian arm tattoo, and has fallen in love with a viny, serpentine motif of his own in his body art.Syrahn prides himself as a fashion trendsetter, balking at the idea of outfits being for men, or for women. He’s as happy draping himself in cloth reminiscent of his mothers’ outfits as he is wearing an expensive, custom-tailored silk suit straight out of his father’s closet. Like Braden, Syrahn lovesssssss showing off his chest, and basically every outfit he wears lovingly features exposed pectorals. He’s also partial to goooold; gold details in clothing, subtle gold cufflinks on a fine black blazer; a gold chain dangling between his half-unbuttoned silken undershirt. He matches his eyes, after all.

Personality: Eclectic and unique. On the face of it, Syrena and Braden would make terrible parents, considering they’re pretty immature on some levels and value adventuring over some damn burden to drag along, but if faced with the task they’d probably nurture a personality that is absolutely, indulgently free in every way. That’s Syrahn’s defining personality trait - his absolute freedom, and his love of unfettered expression. He never begrudges anyone a difference; in appearance, in opinion, in thought or deed. Having a pair if dirty criminals as parents ( ;3 ), he understands better than most the desperation many people face, and he’s pretty merciful and understanding as a result. He’s that guy who’s so nice to you in an argument it fucking infuriates you, but you have to love him for it. He’s soft spoken (a shock, given how obnoxious his parents can be), but only because he doesn’t need to be overbearing; he’s so overbearingly handsome, friendly and accommodating you can’t help but listen when he opens his mouth.Syrahn has inherited his mother’s curiosity about everything. This makes him both a good talker, and a good listener. Being a little more suave and in-tune with social mores, of course, he’s a little better at being diplomatic than she is, of course. Syrahn also no doubt inherited his father’s silver tongue - and his promiscuity, too, though it’s more an emotional affair with Syrahn than a purely physical one. He may love you intensely for one night before vanishing out of your life, but that one night will be intense. You will dine at the sultana’s favorite restaurant; he will learn and savor everything about you; he will make you feel like you’ve never felt in your life before you even lay down in bed together.

Special talents: Fortune smiled on Syrahn the day he was born; in addition to his magnetic charisma and exceptional good looks, he got both his father’s inclination towards music (and thiefish grace) and his mother’s sense of rhythm, making him an exceptional bard. He likes the performing arts in general - acting, dancing, all of them play in to his natural presence and overflowing personality. Of course it wouldn’t be long before he asked dear old dad about his work, being the curious tyke he was; Bray undoubtedly taught Syrahn the tricks of his trade, something he took to even more naturally than his father. With his likability, performing skills and talent at thievery an adult Syrahn probably makes quite a living for himself stealing, sneaking, singing and loving, town to town, always leaving a legend to be murmured from the lips of lonely romantics and angered guardsmen.

Who they like better: Both of his parents are pretty awesome, and not having a malicious bone in his body, Syrahn probably loves them both, a lot.

Who they take after more: Braden, but only by a little bit, since Syrahn would fit exceptionally well into society just like his dad. That’s not say he doesn’t have the wild, desert-cat side lurking beneath, the spicy, feisty soul of his mother never forgotten.

Personal headcanon: Following some scattered notes he pilfered from Bray’s old records, Syrahn probably pieced together the identities of some of Bray’s old contacts from Limsan Pirate Theater. In his teen years he probably snuck in, made friends with a lot of the scoundrels by pulling in favors they owed to Braden, and earned himself a spot on stage; it’s here he got a handle on performance arts and honed his skills as a singer and actor. He even introduced his own new character to Pirate Theater, “L’Avel the Lover,” an irresistible libertine for the sultry Soubrette character to hook up with (something he probably did, offstage, often.)

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What are Syr's favorite traits of the other races of Eorzea? Also, if you want to answer it, her favorite cultural things from each of the places she's been?

Honestly? She doesn’t really categorize other people by their race, so she’d struggle to pick individual traits of the other races to laud as things she likes or condemn as things she doesn’t like (…though on that note, she does think that the tailless races look a little stoic and inexpressive, and heads without protruding ears look a bit strange to her).

For example, she wouldn’t say ‘I like how small and cute lalafell are’, she’d say ‘I like short people because standing next to them makes me feel like a FUCKIN GIANT’

The one specific thing that comes to mind is Keeper fangs. She reacts with a weird amount of enthusiasm and excitement to fangs – she usually is quite heavily averse to physical contact but has been known in the past to rudely pry Keepers’ mouths open in excitement to get a look at their teeth. She’s since broken the habit (thank god) as she’s grown a little more used to seeing them, but the sight of those pointy little fangs flashing away as Keepers talk still often makes her giggle like a fucking kid with delight.

The reason for this is that, to her, it’s like seeing a myth confirmed. As she grew up in a nomadic Seeker tribe in the heart of the Sagolii, she’d never seen a Keeper until she left her tribe and moved to Ul’dah. Her tribe, however, had stories about them…usually rather fearmonger-y fables about dark and twisted miqo’te with horrible lifestealing teeth, likely invented with the purpose of preventing the Tia of the tribe from being interested in reproducing with any WANDERING KEEPER WOMEN the tribe might happen upon. Ridiculous as these stories are, they backfired; instead of making Syr inclined to avoid Keepers, she thinks they’re goddamn cool and has always wanted a pair of SHARP LIFESTEALING FANGS (even though she is now aware that, no, they don’t actually do that).

As for her favourite cultural things from her travels….that’d be a difficult list to put together, and a very long one. Although Syr hasn’t really been to many places in the grand scheme of things (she’s a civilian, and like the vast majority of civilians travel isn’t something that she gets to engage in very often), she’s kiiiiiind of a neophile – EVERYTHING she sees in a new place is something to get excited about. Because she grew up moving through the sands of the Sagolii, the closest thing to any sort of solid settlement she’d ever seen was the small Drake tribe village at the Forgotten Springs, at the outermost border of the area her tribe roams. As a result, bustling cities as a whole absolutely enthrall her: she loves the life of an area so jam-packed with people doing a myriad of things. She tends to fixate in awe on things that others might find totally mundane – for example, she was totally floored by the street-fountains in Ul’dah, and she nearly passed out with shock and delight the first time she saw a marketplace (‘all that food in ONE PLACE????’).

Thanks for the ask, friend!

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Daily Office Readings August 25, 2020

Psalm 5-6

Psalm 5

Trust in God for Deliverance from Enemies

To the leader: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.

1 Give ear to my words, O Lord; give heed to my sighing. 2 Listen to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you I pray. 3 O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I plead my case to you, and watch.

4 For you are not a God who delights in wickedness; evil will not sojourn with you. 5 The boastful will not stand before your eyes; you hate all evildoers. 6 You destroy those who speak lies; the Lord abhors the bloodthirsty and deceitful.

7 But I, through the abundance of your steadfast love, will enter your house, I will bow down toward your holy temple in awe of you. 8 Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness because of my enemies; make your way straight before me.

9 For there is no truth in their mouths; their hearts are destruction; their throats are open graves; they flatter with their tongues. 10 Make them bear their guilt, O God; let them fall by their own counsels; because of their many transgressions cast them out, for they have rebelled against you.

11 But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, so that those who love your name may exult in you. 12 For you bless the righteous, O Lord; you cover them with favor as with a shield.

Psalm 6

Prayer for Recovery from Grave Illness

To the leader: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, or discipline me in your wrath. 2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror. 3 My soul also is struck with terror, while you, O Lord—how long?

4 Turn, O Lord, save my life; deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love. 5 For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who can give you praise?

6 I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping. 7 My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping. 9 The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord accepts my prayer. 10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror; they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.

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Psalm 10-11

Psalm 10

Prayer for Deliverance from Enemies

1 Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? 2 In arrogance the wicked persecute the poor— let them be caught in the schemes they have devised.

3 For the wicked boast of the desires of their heart, those greedy for gain curse and renounce the Lord. 4 In the pride of their countenance the wicked say, “God will not seek it out”; all their thoughts are, “There is no God.”

5 Their ways prosper at all times; your judgments are on high, out of their sight; as for their foes, they scoff at them. 6 They think in their heart, “We shall not be moved; throughout all generations we shall not meet adversity.”

7 Their mouths are filled with cursing and deceit and oppression; under their tongues are mischief and iniquity. 8 They sit in ambush in the villages; in hiding places they murder the innocent.

Their eyes stealthily watch for the helpless; 9 they lurk in secret like a lion in its covert; they lurk that they may seize the poor; they seize the poor and drag them off in their net.

10 They stoop, they crouch, and the helpless fall by their might. 11 They think in their heart, “God has forgotten, he has hidden his face, he will never see it.”

12 Rise up, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; do not forget the oppressed. 13 Why do the wicked renounce God, and say in their hearts, “You will not call us to account”?

14 But you do see! Indeed you note trouble and grief, that you may take it into your hands; the helpless commit themselves to you; you have been the helper of the orphan.

15 Break the arm of the wicked and evildoers; seek out their wickedness until you find none. 16 The Lord is king forever and ever; the nations shall perish from his land.

17 O Lord, you will hear the desire of the meek; you will strengthen their heart, you will incline your ear 18 to do justice for the orphan and the oppressed, so that those from earth may strike terror no more.[a]

Psalm 11

Song of Trust in God

To the leader. Of David.

1 In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountains;[b] 2 for look, the wicked bend the bow, they have fitted their arrow to the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes behold, his gaze examines humankind. 5 The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, and his soul hates the lover of violence. 6 On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and sulfur; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.

Footnotes:

Psalm 10:18 Meaning of Heb uncertain

Psalm 11:1 Gk Syr Jerome Tg: Heb flee to your mountain, O bird

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Job 6:1-4

Job Replies: My Complaint Is Just

6 Then Job answered:

2 “O that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! 3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty[a] are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Footnotes:

Job 6:4 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai

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Job 6:8-15

8 “O that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire; 9 that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off! 10 This would be my consolation; I would even exult[a] in unrelenting pain; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One. 11 What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient? 12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze? 13 In truth I have no help in me, and any resource is driven from me.

14 “Those who withhold[b] kindness from a friend forsake the fear of the Almighty.[c] 15 My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed, like freshets that pass away,

Footnotes:

Job 6:10 Meaning of Heb uncertain

Job 6:14 Syr Vg Compare Tg: Meaning of Heb uncertain

Job 6:14 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai

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Job 6:21

21 Such you have now become to me;[a] you see my calamity, and are afraid.

Footnotes:

Job 6:21 Cn Compare Gk Syr: Meaning of Heb uncertain

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Acts 9:32-43

The Healing of Aeneas

32 Now as Peter went here and there among all the believers,[a] he came down also to the saints living in Lydda. 33 There he found a man named Aeneas, who had been bedridden for eight years, for he was paralyzed. 34 Peter said to him, “Aeneas, Jesus Christ heals you; get up and make your bed!” And immediately he got up. 35 And all the residents of Lydda and Sharon saw him and turned to the Lord.

Peter in Lydda and Joppa

36 Now in Joppa there was a disciple whose name was Tabitha, which in Greek is Dorcas.[b] She was devoted to good works and acts of charity. 37 At that time she became ill and died. When they had washed her, they laid her in a room upstairs. 38 Since Lydda was near Joppa, the disciples, who heard that Peter was there, sent two men to him with the request, “Please come to us without delay.” 39 So Peter got up and went with them; and when he arrived, they took him to the room upstairs. All the widows stood beside him, weeping and showing tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was with them. 40 Peter put all of them outside, and then he knelt down and prayed. He turned to the body and said, “Tabitha, get up.” Then she opened her eyes, and seeing Peter, she sat up. 41 He gave her his hand and helped her up. Then calling the saints and widows, he showed her to be alive. 42 This became known throughout Joppa, and many believed in the Lord. 43 Meanwhile he stayed in Joppa for some time with a certain Simon, a tanner.

Footnotes:

Acts 9:32 Gk all of them

Acts 9:36 The name Tabitha in Aramaic and the name Dorcas in Greek mean a gazelle

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John 6:60-71

The Words of Eternal Life

60 When many of his disciples heard it, they said, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?” 61 But Jesus, being aware that his disciples were complaining about it, said to them, “Does this offend you? 62 Then what if you were to see the Son of Man ascending to where he was before? 63 It is the spirit that gives life; the flesh is useless. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. 64 But among you there are some who do not believe.” For Jesus knew from the first who were the ones that did not believe, and who was the one that would betray him. 65 And he said, “For this reason I have told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted by the Father.”

66 Because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. 67 So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” 68 Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. 69 We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”[a] 70 Jesus answered them, “Did I not choose you, the twelve? Yet one of you is a devil.” 71 He was speaking of Judas son of Simon Iscariot,[b] for he, though one of the twelve, was going to betray him.

Footnotes:

John 6:69 Other ancient authorities read the Christ, the Son of the living God

John 6:71 Other ancient authorities read Judas Iscariot son of Simon; others, Judas son of Simon from Karyot (Kerioth)

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Daily Office Readings August 03, 2020

Psalm 80

Prayer for Israel’s Restoration

To the leader: on Lilies, a Covenant. Of Asaph. A Psalm.

1 Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock! You who are enthroned upon the cherubim, shine forth 2 before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh. Stir up your might, and come to save us!

3 Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

4 O Lord God of hosts, how long will you be angry with your people’s prayers? 5 You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in full measure. 6 You make us the scorn[a] of our neighbors; our enemies laugh among themselves.

7 Restore us, O God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

8 You brought a vine out of Egypt; you drove out the nations and planted it. 9 You cleared the ground for it; it took deep root and filled the land. 10 The mountains were covered with its shade, the mighty cedars with its branches; 11 it sent out its branches to the sea, and its shoots to the River. 12 Why then have you broken down its walls, so that all who pass along the way pluck its fruit? 13 The boar from the forest ravages it, and all that move in the field feed on it.

14 Turn again, O God of hosts; look down from heaven, and see; have regard for this vine, 15 the stock that your right hand planted.[b] 16 They have burned it with fire, they have cut it down;[c] may they perish at the rebuke of your countenance. 17 But let your hand be upon the one at your right hand, the one whom you made strong for yourself. 18 Then we will never turn back from you; give us life, and we will call on your name.

19 Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

Footnotes:

Psalm 80:6 Syr: Heb strife

Psalm 80:15 Heb adds from verse 17 and upon the one whom you made strong for yourself

Psalm 80:16 Cn: Heb it is cut down

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Psalm 77

God’s Mighty Deeds Recalled

To the leader: according to Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.

1 I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me. 2 In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted. 3 I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints.Selah

4 You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. 5 I consider the days of old, and remember the years of long ago. 6 I commune[a] with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit:[b] 7 “Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? 8 Has his steadfast love ceased forever? Are his promises at an end for all time? 9 Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?”Selah 10 And I say, “It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

11 I will call to mind the deeds of the Lord; I will remember your wonders of old. 12 I will meditate on all your work, and muse on your mighty deeds. 13 Your way, O God, is holy. What god is so great as our God? 14 You are the God who works wonders; you have displayed your might among the peoples. 15 With your strong arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.Selah

16 When the waters saw you, O God, when the waters saw you, they were afraid; the very deep trembled. 17 The clouds poured out water; the skies thundered; your arrows flashed on every side. 18 The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind; your lightnings lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook. 19 Your way was through the sea, your path, through the mighty waters; yet your footprints were unseen. 20 You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Footnotes:

Psalm 77:6 Gk Syr: Heb My music

Psalm 77:6 Syr Jerome: Heb my spirit searches

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Psalm 79

Plea for Mercy for Jerusalem

A Psalm of Asaph.

1 O God, the nations have come into your inheritance; they have defiled your holy temple; they have laid Jerusalem in ruins. 2 They have given the bodies of your servants to the birds of the air for food, the flesh of your faithful to the wild animals of the earth. 3 They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one to bury them. 4 We have become a taunt to our neighbors, mocked and derided by those around us.

5 How long, O Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous wrath burn like fire? 6 Pour out your anger on the nations that do not know you, and on the kingdoms that do not call on your name. 7 For they have devoured Jacob and laid waste his habitation.

8 Do not remember against us the iniquities of our ancestors; let your compassion come speedily to meet us, for we are brought very low. 9 Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name; deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name’s sake. 10 Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let the avenging of the outpoured blood of your servants be known among the nations before our eyes.

11 Let the groans of the prisoners come before you; according to your great power preserve those doomed to die. 12 Return sevenfold into the bosom of our neighbors the taunts with which they taunted you, O Lord! 13 Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will give thanks to you forever; from generation to generation we will recount your praise.

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Judges 6:25-40

25 That night the Lord said to him, “Take your father’s bull, the second bull seven years old, and pull down the altar of Baal that belongs to your father, and cut down the sacred pole[a] that is beside it; 26 and build an altar to the Lord your God on the top of the stronghold here, in proper order; then take the second bull, and offer it as a burnt offering with the wood of the sacred pole[b] that you shall cut down.” 27 So Gideon took ten of his servants, and did as the Lord had told him; but because he was too afraid of his family and the townspeople to do it by day, he did it by night.

Gideon Destroys the Altar of Baal

28 When the townspeople rose early in the morning, the altar of Baal was broken down, and the sacred pole[c] beside it was cut down, and the second bull was offered on the altar that had been built. 29 So they said to one another, “Who has done this?” After searching and inquiring, they were told, “Gideon son of Joash did it.” 30 Then the townspeople said to Joash, “Bring out your son, so that he may die, for he has pulled down the altar of Baal and cut down the sacred pole[d] beside it.” 31 But Joash said to all who were arrayed against him, “Will you contend for Baal? Or will you defend his cause? Whoever contends for him shall be put to death by morning. If he is a god, let him contend for himself, because his altar has been pulled down.” 32 Therefore on that day Gideon[e] was called Jerubbaal, that is to say, “Let Baal contend against him,” because he pulled down his altar.

33 Then all the Midianites and the Amalekites and the people of the east came together, and crossing the Jordan they encamped in the Valley of Jezreel. 34 But the spirit of the Lord took possession of Gideon; and he sounded the trumpet, and the Abiezrites were called out to follow him. 35 He sent messengers throughout all Manasseh, and they too were called out to follow him. He also sent messengers to Asher, Zebulun, and Naphtali, and they went up to meet them.

The Sign of the Fleece

36 Then Gideon said to God, “In order to see whether you will deliver Israel by my hand, as you have said, 37 I am going to lay a fleece of wool on the threshing floor; if there is dew on the fleece alone, and it is dry on all the ground, then I shall know that you will deliver Israel by my hand, as you have said.” 38 And it was so. When he rose early next morning and squeezed the fleece, he wrung enough dew from the fleece to fill a bowl with water. 39 Then Gideon said to God, “Do not let your anger burn against me, let me speak one more time; let me, please, make trial with the fleece just once more; let it be dry only on the fleece, and on all the ground let there be dew.” 40 And God did so that night. It was dry on the fleece only, and on all the ground there was dew.

Footnotes:

Judges 6:25 Heb Asherah

Judges 6:26 Heb Asherah

Judges 6:28 Heb Asherah

Judges 6:30 Heb Asherah

Judges 6:32 Heb he

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Acts 2:37-47

The First Converts

37 Now when they heard this, they were cut to the heart and said to Peter and to the other apostles, “Brothers,[a] what should we do?” 38 Peter said to them, “Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ so that your sins may be forgiven; and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. 39 For the promise is for you, for your children, and for all who are far away, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to him.” 40 And he testified with many other arguments and exhorted them, saying, “Save yourselves from this corrupt generation.” 41 So those who welcomed his message were baptized, and that day about three thousand persons were added. 42 They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.

Life among the Believers

43 Awe came upon everyone, because many wonders and signs were being done by the apostles. 44 All who believed were together and had all things in common; 45 they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds[b] to all, as any had need. 46 Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home[c] and ate their food with glad and generous[d] hearts, 47 praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.

Footnotes:

Acts 2:37 Gk Men, brothers

Acts 2:45 Gk them

Acts 2:46 Or from house to house

Acts 2:46 Or sincere

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John 1:1-18

The Word Became Flesh

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was in the beginning with God. 3 All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being 4 in him was life,[a] and the life was the light of all people. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

6 There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. 7 He came as a witness to testify to the light, so that all might believe through him. 8 He himself was not the light, but he came to testify to the light. 9 The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.[b]

10 He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. 11 He came to what was his own,[c] and his own people did not accept him. 12 But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, 13 who were born, not of blood or of the will of the flesh or of the will of man, but of God.

14 And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son,[d] full of grace and truth. 15 (John testified to him and cried out, “This was he of whom I said, ‘He who comes after me ranks ahead of me because he was before me.’”) 16 From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. 17 The law indeed was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 18 No one has ever seen God. It is God the only Son,[e] who is close to the Father’s heart,[f] who has made him known.

Footnotes:

John 1:4 Or 3 through him. And without him not one thing came into being that has come into being. 4 In him was life

John 1:9 Or He was the true light that enlightens everyone coming into the world

John 1:11 Or to his own home

John 1:14 Or the Father’s only Son

John 1:18 Other ancient authorities read It is an only Son, God, or It is the only Son

John 1:18 Gk bosom

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Daily Office Readings March 01, 2020 at 11:00PM

Psalm 41

Assurance of God’s Help and a Plea for Healing

To the leader. A Psalm of David.

1 Happy are those who consider the poor;[a] the Lord delivers them in the day of trouble. 2 The Lord protects them and keeps them alive; they are called happy in the land. You do not give them up to the will of their enemies. 3 The Lord sustains them on their sickbed; in their illness you heal all their infirmities.[b]

4 As for me, I said, “O Lord, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you.” 5 My enemies wonder in malice when I will die, and my name perish. 6 And when they come to see me, they utter empty words, while their hearts gather mischief; when they go out, they tell it abroad. 7 All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.

8 They think that a deadly thing has fastened on me, that I will not rise again from where I lie. 9 Even my bosom friend in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted the heel against me. 10 But you, O Lord, be gracious to me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.

11 By this I know that you are pleased with me; because my enemy has not triumphed over me. 12 But you have upheld me because of my integrity, and set me in your presence forever.

13 Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.

Footnotes:

Psalm 41:1 Or weak

Psalm 41:3 Heb you change all his bed

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Psalm 52

Judgment on the Deceitful

To the leader. A Maskil of David, when Doeg the Edomite came to Saul and said to him, “David has come to the house of Ahimelech.”

1 Why do you boast, O mighty one, of mischief done against the godly?[a] All day long 2 you are plotting destruction. Your tongue is like a sharp razor, you worker of treachery. 3 You love evil more than good, and lying more than speaking the truth.Selah 4 You love all words that devour, O deceitful tongue.

5 But God will break you down forever; he will snatch and tear you from your tent; he will uproot you from the land of the living.Selah 6 The righteous will see, and fear, and will laugh at the evildoer,[b] saying, 7 “See the one who would not take refuge in God, but trusted in abundant riches, and sought refuge in wealth!”[c]

8 But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever. 9 I will thank you forever, because of what you have done. In the presence of the faithful I will proclaim[d] your name, for it is good.

Footnotes:

Psalm 52:1 Cn Compare Syr: Heb the kindness of God

Psalm 52:6 Heb him

Psalm 52:7 Syr Tg: Heb in his destruction

Psalm 52:9 Cn: Heb wait for

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Psalm 44

National Lament and Prayer for Help

To the leader. Of the Korahites. A Maskil.

1 We have heard with our ears, O God, our ancestors have told us, what deeds you performed in their days, in the days of old: 2 you with your own hand drove out the nations, but them you planted; you afflicted the peoples, but them you set free; 3 for not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm give them victory; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your countenance, for you delighted in them.

4 You are my King and my God; you command[a] victories for Jacob. 5 Through you we push down our foes; through your name we tread down our assailants. 6 For not in my bow do I trust, nor can my sword save me. 7 But you have saved us from our foes, and have put to confusion those who hate us. 8 In God we have boasted continually, and we will give thanks to your name forever.Selah

9 Yet you have rejected us and abased us, and have not gone out with our armies. 10 You made us turn back from the foe, and our enemies have gotten spoil. 11 You have made us like sheep for slaughter, and have scattered us among the nations. 12 You have sold your people for a trifle, demanding no high price for them.

13 You have made us the taunt of our neighbors, the derision and scorn of those around us. 14 You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock[b] among the peoples. 15 All day long my disgrace is before me, and shame has covered my face 16 at the words of the taunters and revilers, at the sight of the enemy and the avenger.

17 All this has come upon us, yet we have not forgotten you, or been false to your covenant. 18 Our heart has not turned back, nor have our steps departed from your way, 19 yet you have broken us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with deep darkness.

20 If we had forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god, 21 would not God discover this? For he knows the secrets of the heart. 22 Because of you we are being killed all day long, and accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

23 Rouse yourself! Why do you sleep, O Lord? Awake, do not cast us off forever! 24 Why do you hide your face? Why do you forget our affliction and oppression? 25 For we sink down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground. 26 Rise up, come to our help. Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.

Footnotes:

Psalm 44:4 Gk Syr: Heb You are my King, O God; command

Psalm 44:14 Heb a shaking of the head

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Genesis 37:1-11

Joseph Dreams of Greatness

37 Jacob settled in the land where his father had lived as an alien, the land of Canaan. 2 This is the story of the family of Jacob.

Joseph, being seventeen years old, was shepherding the flock with his brothers; he was a helper to the sons of Bilhah and Zilpah, his father’s wives; and Joseph brought a bad report of them to their father. 3 Now Israel loved Joseph more than any other of his children, because he was the son of his old age; and he had made him a long robe with sleeves.[a] 4 But when his brothers saw that their father loved him more than all his brothers, they hated him, and could not speak peaceably to him.

5 Once Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers, they hated him even more. 6 He said to them, “Listen to this dream that I dreamed. 7 There we were, binding sheaves in the field. Suddenly my sheaf rose and stood upright; then your sheaves gathered around it, and bowed down to my sheaf.” 8 His brothers said to him, “Are you indeed to reign over us? Are you indeed to have dominion over us?” So they hated him even more because of his dreams and his words.

9 He had another dream, and told it to his brothers, saying, “Look, I have had another dream: the sun, the moon, and eleven stars were bowing down to me.” 10 But when he told it to his father and to his brothers, his father rebuked him, and said to him, “What kind of dream is this that you have had? Shall we indeed come, I and your mother and your brothers, and bow to the ground before you?” 11 So his brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind.

Footnotes:

Genesis 37:3 Traditional rendering (compare Gk): a coat of many colors; meaning of Heb uncertain

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1 Corinthians 1:1-19

Salutation

1 Paul, called to be an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, and our brother Sosthenes,

2 To the church of God that is in Corinth, to those who are sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, together with all those who in every place call on the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, both their Lord[a] and ours:

3 Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

4 I give thanks to my[b] God always for you because of the grace of God that has been given you in Christ Jesus, 5 for in every way you have been enriched in him, in speech and knowledge of every kind— 6 just as the testimony of[c] Christ has been strengthened among you— 7 so that you are not lacking in any spiritual gift as you wait for the revealing of our Lord Jesus Christ. 8 He will also strengthen you to the end, so that you may be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. 9 God is faithful; by him you were called into the fellowship of his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Divisions in the Church

10 Now I appeal to you, brothers and sisters,[d] by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you be in agreement and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be united in the same mind and the same purpose. 11 For it has been reported to me by Chloe’s people that there are quarrels among you, my brothers and sisters.[e] 12 What I mean is that each of you says, “I belong to Paul,” or “I belong to Apollos,” or “I belong to Cephas,” or “I belong to Christ.” 13 Has Christ been divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Or were you baptized in the name of Paul? 14 I thank God[f] that I baptized none of you except Crispus and Gaius, 15 so that no one can say that you were baptized in my name. 16 (I did baptize also the household of Stephanas; beyond that, I do not know whether I baptized anyone else.) 17 For Christ did not send me to baptize but to proclaim the gospel, and not with eloquent wisdom, so that the cross of Christ might not be emptied of its power.

Christ the Power and Wisdom of God

18 For the message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 19 For it is written,

“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.”

Footnotes:

1 Corinthians 1:2 Gk theirs

1 Corinthians 1:4 Other ancient authorities lack my

1 Corinthians 1:6 Or to

1 Corinthians 1:10 Gk brothers

1 Corinthians 1:11 Gk my brothers

1 Corinthians 1:14 Other ancient authorities read I am thankful

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Mark 1:1-13

The Proclamation of John the Baptist

1 The beginning of the good news[a] of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.[b]

2 As it is written in the prophet Isaiah,[c]

“See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,[d] who will prepare your way; 3 the voice of one crying out in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight,’”

4 John the baptizer appeared[e] in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. 5 And people from the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to him, and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. 6 Now John was clothed with camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. 7 He proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals. 8 I have baptized you with[f] water; but he will baptize you with[g] the Holy Spirit.”

The Baptism of Jesus

9 In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. 10 And just as he was coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and the Spirit descending like a dove on him. 11 And a voice came from heaven, “You are my Son, the Beloved;[h] with you I am well pleased.”

The Temptation of Jesus

12 And the Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness. 13 He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.

Footnotes:

Mark 1:1 Or gospel

Mark 1:1 Other ancient authorities lack the Son of God

Mark 1:2 Other ancient authorities read in the prophets

Mark 1:2 Gk before your face

Mark 1:4 Other ancient authorities read John was baptizing

Mark 1:8 Or in

Mark 1:11 Or my beloved Son

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Psalm 80

Prayer for Israel’s Restoration

To the leader: on Lilies, a Covenant. Of Asaph. A Psalm.

3 Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

7 Restore us, O God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

19 Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.

Footnotes:

Psalm 80:6 Syr: Heb strife

Psalm 80:15 Heb adds from verse 17 and upon the one whom you made strong for yourself

Psalm 80:16 Cn: Heb it is cut down

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Psalm 77

God’s Mighty Deeds Recalled

To the leader: according to Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.

Footnotes:

Psalm 77:6 Gk Syr: Heb My music

Psalm 77:6 Syr Jerome: Heb my spirit searches

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Psalm 79

Plea for Mercy for Jerusalem

A Psalm of Asaph.

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Leviticus 25:35-55

35 If any of your kin fall into difficulty and become dependent on you,[a] you shall support them; they shall live with you as though resident aliens. 36 Do not take interest in advance or otherwise make a profit from them, but fear your God; let them live with you. 37 You shall not lend them your money at interest taken in advance, or provide them food at a profit. 38 I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, to give you the land of Canaan, to be your God.

39 If any who are dependent on you become so impoverished that they sell themselves to you, you shall not make them serve as slaves. 40 They shall remain with you as hired or bound laborers. They shall serve with you until the year of the jubilee. 41 Then they and their children with them shall be free from your authority; they shall go back to their own family and return to their ancestral property. 42 For they are my servants, whom I brought out of the land of Egypt; they shall not be sold as slaves are sold. 43 You shall not rule over them with harshness, but shall fear your God. 44 As for the male and female slaves whom you may have, it is from the nations around you that you may acquire male and female slaves. 45 You may also acquire them from among the aliens residing with you, and from their families that are with you, who have been born in your land; and they may be your property. 46 You may keep them as a possession for your children after you, for them to inherit as property. These you may treat as slaves, but as for your fellow Israelites, no one shall rule over the other with harshness.

47 If resident aliens among you prosper, and if any of your kin fall into difficulty with one of them and sell themselves to an alien, or to a branch of the alien’s family, 48 after they have sold themselves they shall have the right of redemption; one of their brothers may redeem them, 49 or their uncle or their uncle’s son may redeem them, or anyone of their family who is of their own flesh may redeem them; or if they prosper they may redeem themselves. 50 They shall compute with the purchaser the total from the year when they sold themselves to the alien until the jubilee year; the price of the sale shall be applied to the number of years: the time they were with the owner shall be rated as the time of a hired laborer. 51 If many years remain, they shall pay for their redemption in proportion to the purchase price; 52 and if few years remain until the jubilee year, they shall compute thus: according to the years involved they shall make payment for their redemption. 53 As a laborer hired by the year they shall be under the alien’s authority, who shall not, however, rule with harshness over them in your sight. 54 And if they have not been redeemed in any of these ways, they and their children with them shall go free in the jubilee year. 55 For to me the people of Israel are servants; they are my servants whom I brought out from the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.

Footnotes:

Leviticus 25:35 Meaning of Heb uncertain

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Colossians 1:9-14

9 For this reason, since the day we heard it, we have not ceased praying for you and asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of God’s[a] will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, 10 so that you may lead lives worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him, as you bear fruit in every good work and as you grow in the knowledge of God. 11 May you be made strong with all the strength that comes from his glorious power, and may you be prepared to endure everything with patience, while joyfully 12 giving thanks to the Father, who has enabled[b] you[c] to share in the inheritance of the saints in the light. 13 He has rescued us from the power of darkness and transferred us into the kingdom of his beloved Son, 14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.[d]

Footnotes:

Colossians 1:9 Gk his

Colossians 1:12 Other ancient authorities read called

Colossians 1:12 Other ancient authorities read us

Colossians 1:14 Other ancient authorities add through his blood

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Matthew 13:1-16

The Parable of the Sower

13 That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the sea. 2 Such great crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat there, while the whole crowd stood on the beach. 3 And he told them many things in parables, saying: “Listen! A sower went out to sow. 4 And as he sowed, some seeds fell on the path, and the birds came and ate them up. 5 Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and they sprang up quickly, since they had no depth of soil. 6 But when the sun rose, they were scorched; and since they had no root, they withered away. 7 Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. 8 Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. 9 Let anyone with ears[a] listen!”

The Purpose of the Parables

10 Then the disciples came and asked him, “Why do you speak to them in parables?” 11 He answered, “To you it has been given to know the secrets[b] of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given. 12 For to those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. 13 The reason I speak to them in parables is that ‘seeing they do not perceive, and hearing they do not listen, nor do they understand.’ 14 With them indeed is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah that says:

‘You will indeed listen, but never understand, and you will indeed look, but never perceive. 15 For this people’s heart has grown dull, and their ears are hard of hearing, and they have shut their eyes; so that they might not look with their eyes, and listen with their ears, and understand with their heart and turn— and I would heal them.’

16 But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear.

Footnotes:

Matthew 13:9 Other ancient authorities add to hear

Matthew 13:11 Or mysteries

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