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2023.06.01 12:40 Accelerr can someone help me set up this unique product variation choosing method?
I'm a beginneintermediate at wordpress/woocommerce and I was told to create this and I have no clue how:
The owner sells candles (different colors, smells, etc.), multiple variations but she wants to be able to choose a specific variation of a product in kind of a unique way, as follows:
STEP 1: person chooses candle holdecup color
STEP 2: person chooses the color of the candle
STEP 3: person chooses the aroma of the candle
STEP 4: additionally, person types in their favorite color in a text box
note: at the start of every step, a new window pops up asking those questions
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The owner sells candles (different colors, smells, etc.), multiple variations but she wants to be able to choose a specific variation of a product in kind of a unique way, as follows:
STEP 1: person chooses candle holdecup color
STEP 2: person chooses the color of the candle
STEP 3: person chooses the aroma of the candle
STEP 4: additionally, person types in their favorite color in a text box
note: at the start of every step, a new window pops up asking those questions
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2023.06.01 06:02 witchcraftrules Handmade Pride Candles 🏳️🌈
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2023.06.01 05:49 EphemeralTypewriter What Halloween products are you looking forward to the most from B&BW?
I always love seeing the creative candle holders and pocketbac holders that they release!
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2023.05.31 23:34 JustPlummy nine and thirty
“Pass the wine, would you?”
It was perhaps the loveliest party Joanna had ever organised.
Even the sun lingered in its attendance, evening rays cast long across the neatly manicured lawn. A white canvas canopy stretched over a long mahogany dining table, covered with a swath of soft white linen that sprawled over its length. The crystal chandeliers that hung overhead twinkled in the gentle breeze, chiming in on the din of pleasant conversation as they shed the last of the sun’s light across her guests’ happy faces.
Everyone was talking all at once, but it was like music. While what remained of their feast had begun to grow cold upon their gilded plates, there was plenty enough wine left to entertain them all. With the children long abed, Joanna had granted herself permission to indulge— enough now that her head was fuzzy with drink and her cheeks were flushed pink. By her third cup, she even found Lysa’s incessant chattering pleasant, though she masked her amusement behind her embroidered fan when Joffrey sent her a look of utter reproach from the opposite side of the table.
Behind them, the servants had begun to light the candles meant to float along the lake, sending them off carefully in an effort to keep the flame from catching the floral arrangements that hung from the newly-repaired rowboat that bobbed at the shoreline.
“… don’t you agree, Jo?” asked Damon, his hand sliding over the swell of her knee beneath her table.
“Hmm?”
She snapped her fan shut, dragging it beneath her chin as she turned to face him. Perhaps it was the wine, or the sentiment of the occasion, or simply that he had not touched her in such a way for so long, but when she caught his gaze— those kind green eyes soft when fixed upon her— she felt butterflies swirl low in her belly.
He was devastatingly handsome in white, the possessive flowering vines that swirled about his collar embroidered in gold by her own hand. He wore his age well, though the worry lines that creased his forehead were deeper than she had hoped they might be.
“Lord Eon was speaking of the gruesome murders in Lannisport. I told him such topics are ill-suited for such a lovely supper table.”
“Well, my love, it simply wouldn’t be a proper dinner party if Lord Eon didn’t manage to spoil his dessert with some morbid conversation or another.”
They kissed, and when Jo righted herself she caught Ryon looking a little forlorn. He had seated himself diagonally from her and made a great show of chatting with an increasingly-intoxicated Rolland Banefort, swapping stories and laughter, but his gaze always came back to her.
And it was always less merry then.
Joanna was quick to devise a distraction, peering down to the far end of the table rather than risk souring Damon’s otherwise pleasant mood. Darlessa was far enough into her cups that she had begun to threaten to dance upon the table, but despite the clamour, Edmyn– sat at the very corner by his lonesome– did not look up from his baked apples, pushing them around his plate with disdain.
She imagined she ought to have felt sorry for him, but after her conversation with Darlessa she could find no sympathy to spare.
“A grisly affair, I’ll admit,” Lord Crakehall said, “but one that nonetheless requires attention. A letter reached me just the other day saying that another life has been claimed – this one of the merchant class.”
Edmyn seemed to sit up at that, but Eon continued.
“His death only confounds the matter, as it seems the killer chooses based on neither sex nor status.”
Edmyn slumped back into his seat and Joanna did not fail to catch the apologetic look Elena sent her from her husband’s side.
“I could have sworn I barred any letters with ill contents from this haven,” Joanna said with her gentlest smile. It was, of course, a lie. She read all correspondence to and from Elk Hall.
“I’ve heard of this butcher as well,” chimed in lord Gerion, swirling the contents of his umpteeth glass of wine with a furrowed brow. “Foul enough that even the bards won’t sing of him.”
“Are you certain it is a man behind the murders?” asked Lysa. Her desperation to be seen as insightful in the eyes of Ryon Farman was obvious, though she at least had the wherewithal to avoid looking directly at him when she asked the question. “Surely a woman could be just as capable, given the right motivation.”
“And men provide plenty,” said Darlessa, arousing a laugh from the table.
Damon only smiled weakly. “I’ll have it looked into,” he said, then added, “...again.”
Joanna could see the topic beginning to creep into his mind and was eager to change the subject, but a commotion beat her to it.
The clatter from across the table nearly startled her from her seat, the weight of both Joffrey and Damon’s careful gazes quickly upon her rather than the offender. Rolland, for his part, took no notice of how his bumbling had unduly frightened her, slapping the napkin from his lap down onto his plate with a crooked grin as a servant rushed to clean the spilt wine.
“Don’t you think–” Banefort started, holding up his half-empty cup in question. “It’s high time you delivered your speech, Your Grace?”
“Lord Banefort! It is the duty of the guests to celebrate His Grace!” Joanna said indignantly.
“Oh. Well… I haven’t anything prepared, my lady, but if you insist–”
“It’s no worry, Rolland.” Joanna wasn’t quite sure Damon spoke genuinely or if he were only of the same mind as herself – that it would be better that Lord Banefort did not speak at all.
“I shall have a fine speech for you, Your Grace,” the young heir said anyway. “I have no doubts your sentiments will inspire my own.”
“Oh,” Joanna scowled across the table. “Spare us.”
Damon stood on steady feet, his cup still as full as it had been when the first course had been served. If it was his aim to be so abstemious then she saw little point in protesting.
“No toast could begin tonight without raising a glass to those women among us,” Damon said, lifting his cup as he looked down the length of their table.
“Hear, hear!” Rolland shouted as he raised his own, newly refilled, the other men following suit as well.
“And not only for their gentle love, but for their steadfast patience.”
Joanna did not miss how Elena squeezed Eon’s hand, for she missed nothing.
“What an honour it is to see my thirty-ninth nameday in the company of such fine people – Harrold, who tolerates me–” Some of the men laughed. “– and who is always honest, even when most men would be frightened of speaking the truth. For that I am eternally in your debt.”
There was something in Damon’s tone, something normally absent from his japes or stories, and it prompted a long silence afterwards in which only the cicadas and bullfrogs could be heard. There was a gravity to the words, and Harrold looked almost emotional. His mouth tightened and he tried to look at the table, but Ryon was putting an arm around him and echoing the praise.
“Eon,” Damon went on. “Sometimes it seems as though you were born for your role. For as many times as I have cursed your counsel I have followed it, and twice as often have I thanked the Crone for sending you as her proxy. I pray that your life is long, so that my children, too, can benefit from your moral guidance.”
Eon averted his eyes with a gruff sort of acceptance, and Elena beamed.
“Gerion,” Damon said next, raising his cup to the Lefford. “The siege in the Riverlands would have felt twice as long without your company. Twenty years, instead of ten, perhaps…”
Gerion laughed along with the others, raising his own cup back. Joanna found it harder to smile. It had been a damned long war for her, pregnant and alone save for a Lydden of her own.
“And Ryon, who hosted the most memorable Tournament of the Three Ships in all of history!” Damon went on. “We have shared a boat now. I think that makes us brothers, in a way. I am glad that together we have freed our houses from the grudges of our fathers.”
Ryon lifted his cup, and Joanna averted her eyes. She did not want to see what his held, and she knew without looking that his gaze rested upon her and not the King.
“Rolland, who has known me both as a foolish child and now as a foolish adult. What a privilege it is to get to watch our own children playing side by side, as we did. Hopefully they’ll keep more out of trouble than either of us ever managed to do.”
Rolland laughed heartily at that. Joanna detected the exhaustion in his wife as she used her own napkin to dab at a new spill.
“Edmyn…” Damon turned his cup to Joanna’s brother, who was already on what she suspected to be his fourth cup of wine. “You have been a true confidant to me. There exists a debt between us which I could never hope to repay. I hope that our friendship, too, can heal ancient wounds.”
At last, he looked to her.
“And Joanna. For everything.”
He let the word hang in the air.
Everything?
Joanna smiled and winked up at him as though it were some secret they shared– as though her praises had already been sung– but the weight of having earned a mere two words as thanks for all of her great labour sat heavy on her chest.
“Someone once told me that a king has no friends,” Damon said, glancing down the length of the board. “Only enemies, and those waiting for a reason to become one. But when I look around this table, I see people that I trust. People who I trust with my secrets, my ambitions, my faith, my life, my children’s lives. And what do you call that but a friend? So, a toast to friendship!”
Joanna shared in the applause, though the resolute finality of his speech left her more anxious than awed.
“Well, I couldn’t possibly follow that,” Rolland muttered, draining the last of the wine in his cup.
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It was perhaps the loveliest party Joanna had ever organised.
Even the sun lingered in its attendance, evening rays cast long across the neatly manicured lawn. A white canvas canopy stretched over a long mahogany dining table, covered with a swath of soft white linen that sprawled over its length. The crystal chandeliers that hung overhead twinkled in the gentle breeze, chiming in on the din of pleasant conversation as they shed the last of the sun’s light across her guests’ happy faces.
Everyone was talking all at once, but it was like music. While what remained of their feast had begun to grow cold upon their gilded plates, there was plenty enough wine left to entertain them all. With the children long abed, Joanna had granted herself permission to indulge— enough now that her head was fuzzy with drink and her cheeks were flushed pink. By her third cup, she even found Lysa’s incessant chattering pleasant, though she masked her amusement behind her embroidered fan when Joffrey sent her a look of utter reproach from the opposite side of the table.
Behind them, the servants had begun to light the candles meant to float along the lake, sending them off carefully in an effort to keep the flame from catching the floral arrangements that hung from the newly-repaired rowboat that bobbed at the shoreline.
“… don’t you agree, Jo?” asked Damon, his hand sliding over the swell of her knee beneath her table.
“Hmm?”
She snapped her fan shut, dragging it beneath her chin as she turned to face him. Perhaps it was the wine, or the sentiment of the occasion, or simply that he had not touched her in such a way for so long, but when she caught his gaze— those kind green eyes soft when fixed upon her— she felt butterflies swirl low in her belly.
He was devastatingly handsome in white, the possessive flowering vines that swirled about his collar embroidered in gold by her own hand. He wore his age well, though the worry lines that creased his forehead were deeper than she had hoped they might be.
“Lord Eon was speaking of the gruesome murders in Lannisport. I told him such topics are ill-suited for such a lovely supper table.”
“Well, my love, it simply wouldn’t be a proper dinner party if Lord Eon didn’t manage to spoil his dessert with some morbid conversation or another.”
They kissed, and when Jo righted herself she caught Ryon looking a little forlorn. He had seated himself diagonally from her and made a great show of chatting with an increasingly-intoxicated Rolland Banefort, swapping stories and laughter, but his gaze always came back to her.
And it was always less merry then.
Joanna was quick to devise a distraction, peering down to the far end of the table rather than risk souring Damon’s otherwise pleasant mood. Darlessa was far enough into her cups that she had begun to threaten to dance upon the table, but despite the clamour, Edmyn– sat at the very corner by his lonesome– did not look up from his baked apples, pushing them around his plate with disdain.
She imagined she ought to have felt sorry for him, but after her conversation with Darlessa she could find no sympathy to spare.
“A grisly affair, I’ll admit,” Lord Crakehall said, “but one that nonetheless requires attention. A letter reached me just the other day saying that another life has been claimed – this one of the merchant class.”
Edmyn seemed to sit up at that, but Eon continued.
“His death only confounds the matter, as it seems the killer chooses based on neither sex nor status.”
Edmyn slumped back into his seat and Joanna did not fail to catch the apologetic look Elena sent her from her husband’s side.
“I could have sworn I barred any letters with ill contents from this haven,” Joanna said with her gentlest smile. It was, of course, a lie. She read all correspondence to and from Elk Hall.
“I’ve heard of this butcher as well,” chimed in lord Gerion, swirling the contents of his umpteeth glass of wine with a furrowed brow. “Foul enough that even the bards won’t sing of him.”
“Are you certain it is a man behind the murders?” asked Lysa. Her desperation to be seen as insightful in the eyes of Ryon Farman was obvious, though she at least had the wherewithal to avoid looking directly at him when she asked the question. “Surely a woman could be just as capable, given the right motivation.”
“And men provide plenty,” said Darlessa, arousing a laugh from the table.
Damon only smiled weakly. “I’ll have it looked into,” he said, then added, “...again.”
Joanna could see the topic beginning to creep into his mind and was eager to change the subject, but a commotion beat her to it.
The clatter from across the table nearly startled her from her seat, the weight of both Joffrey and Damon’s careful gazes quickly upon her rather than the offender. Rolland, for his part, took no notice of how his bumbling had unduly frightened her, slapping the napkin from his lap down onto his plate with a crooked grin as a servant rushed to clean the spilt wine.
“Don’t you think–” Banefort started, holding up his half-empty cup in question. “It’s high time you delivered your speech, Your Grace?”
“Lord Banefort! It is the duty of the guests to celebrate His Grace!” Joanna said indignantly.
“Oh. Well… I haven’t anything prepared, my lady, but if you insist–”
“It’s no worry, Rolland.” Joanna wasn’t quite sure Damon spoke genuinely or if he were only of the same mind as herself – that it would be better that Lord Banefort did not speak at all.
“I shall have a fine speech for you, Your Grace,” the young heir said anyway. “I have no doubts your sentiments will inspire my own.”
“Oh,” Joanna scowled across the table. “Spare us.”
Damon stood on steady feet, his cup still as full as it had been when the first course had been served. If it was his aim to be so abstemious then she saw little point in protesting.
“No toast could begin tonight without raising a glass to those women among us,” Damon said, lifting his cup as he looked down the length of their table.
“Hear, hear!” Rolland shouted as he raised his own, newly refilled, the other men following suit as well.
“And not only for their gentle love, but for their steadfast patience.”
Joanna did not miss how Elena squeezed Eon’s hand, for she missed nothing.
“What an honour it is to see my thirty-ninth nameday in the company of such fine people – Harrold, who tolerates me–” Some of the men laughed. “– and who is always honest, even when most men would be frightened of speaking the truth. For that I am eternally in your debt.”
There was something in Damon’s tone, something normally absent from his japes or stories, and it prompted a long silence afterwards in which only the cicadas and bullfrogs could be heard. There was a gravity to the words, and Harrold looked almost emotional. His mouth tightened and he tried to look at the table, but Ryon was putting an arm around him and echoing the praise.
“Eon,” Damon went on. “Sometimes it seems as though you were born for your role. For as many times as I have cursed your counsel I have followed it, and twice as often have I thanked the Crone for sending you as her proxy. I pray that your life is long, so that my children, too, can benefit from your moral guidance.”
Eon averted his eyes with a gruff sort of acceptance, and Elena beamed.
“Gerion,” Damon said next, raising his cup to the Lefford. “The siege in the Riverlands would have felt twice as long without your company. Twenty years, instead of ten, perhaps…”
Gerion laughed along with the others, raising his own cup back. Joanna found it harder to smile. It had been a damned long war for her, pregnant and alone save for a Lydden of her own.
“And Ryon, who hosted the most memorable Tournament of the Three Ships in all of history!” Damon went on. “We have shared a boat now. I think that makes us brothers, in a way. I am glad that together we have freed our houses from the grudges of our fathers.”
Ryon lifted his cup, and Joanna averted her eyes. She did not want to see what his held, and she knew without looking that his gaze rested upon her and not the King.
“Rolland, who has known me both as a foolish child and now as a foolish adult. What a privilege it is to get to watch our own children playing side by side, as we did. Hopefully they’ll keep more out of trouble than either of us ever managed to do.”
Rolland laughed heartily at that. Joanna detected the exhaustion in his wife as she used her own napkin to dab at a new spill.
“Edmyn…” Damon turned his cup to Joanna’s brother, who was already on what she suspected to be his fourth cup of wine. “You have been a true confidant to me. There exists a debt between us which I could never hope to repay. I hope that our friendship, too, can heal ancient wounds.”
At last, he looked to her.
“And Joanna. For everything.”
He let the word hang in the air.
Everything?
Joanna smiled and winked up at him as though it were some secret they shared– as though her praises had already been sung– but the weight of having earned a mere two words as thanks for all of her great labour sat heavy on her chest.
“Someone once told me that a king has no friends,” Damon said, glancing down the length of the board. “Only enemies, and those waiting for a reason to become one. But when I look around this table, I see people that I trust. People who I trust with my secrets, my ambitions, my faith, my life, my children’s lives. And what do you call that but a friend? So, a toast to friendship!”
Joanna shared in the applause, though the resolute finality of his speech left her more anxious than awed.
“Well, I couldn’t possibly follow that,” Rolland muttered, draining the last of the wine in his cup.
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2023.05.31 22:07 EffectSubstantial909 Lost Terran - 3
Race: Cre’taxsia Race characteristics: Digitigrade legs and Ram horns. By galactic standards their physical prowess are pretty top tier.
They come in 3 different skin color the pink skin, purple and the red skin.
Main governing body of the Cre’taxsians is the Cret Repblic
The Cret Republic is a “Republic” but it also has nobilities running it. It is inspired by the Roman Republic which also has nobles.
Most people think that Republicanism and Nobility are mutually incompatible but in actually not so as the Roman Republic existed for 500 years.
(Story start)—————————-
‘Well that wasn’t as bad a I had initially thought’ Franz thought as he himself is quite surprised that he managed to knock out 30 of them.
He didn’t think that just one touch is enough to knock them out for good, he expected them get back up after a while not nope they’re out cold.
‘Maybe electricity is their weak point’ he theorized
As he was sitting down three 2 meter high mechs came lumbering in front of the warehouse
‘Let’s try using their own weapons against them’ he thought as picks up one of the ray guns laying around, to his surprise the gun is actually quite light!
‘Hah! You know what why not try duel welding it if it’s this light’ he thought as he picks up another one.
After picking up another one up he aims and started shooting the lead mech.
BeamBeam
His shit hits but unfortunately it didn’t seems to have done much damage besides darkening the spot that got hit.
‘Hmm? Feels a bit weak… well to be fair if I were to shoot at a tank with small arms it probably wouldn’t be that much different’ he thought as he shot the lead mech again with his double ray gun
BeamBeam
‘Still feels weak, maybe it’s the lack of recoil’ Franz wonders as with a gun you can get an idea of much kinetic got sent to the other guy but with a ray gun there’s no kick back at all.
Like you know a gun is powerful if each time you fire it you feel like a being kicked by a donkey or the loud boom an artillery piece makes it fires.
With the alien ray gun you just doesn’t feel that powerful sensation, saying that he’s not going to stick his hand in front of the tube and shoot himself to test it out.
After a few potshots the mechs finally found Franz and started returning fire.
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
‘Oh my fucking god! They have laser machine guns!’ He thought as he ducks behind some cover.
Swisssh
After the laser barrage Franz peeks out from his cover to see that cover he’s in is almost half melted.
‘Wow I guess these lasers aren’t as weak as I had initially thought’ Franz thought as dash out of his half melted cover into a new one.
‘Seeing how they’re not firing I guess they must have a cool down’ Franz thought as he took advantage of this time to shoot at the lead mech
BeamBeam BeamBeam BeamBeam BeamBeam
More darks spots appears on the lead mech but it seems to have done very little, then the mech pointed their guns at started to glow again signaling that they’re about to fire.
‘Man these things are tough’ he thought as he ducks under the cover
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
But unlike the last time only one mech fired its barrage
After the first mech’s barrage the second then opens up its barrage
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
‘They’re taking turns firing!’ Franz cursed before dashing out of his cover, because if he had stayed there it’ll be only a matter of time before his cover gets completely burnt off.
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
Fortunately their tracking speed is terrible as all of their shots missed.
‘Oh fuck this!’ Franz thought as he threw away the the alien ray guns, he then looks around to see if there’s anything to beat them, like maybe a large heavy equipment that could fall and crush them or a canister of explosives that’s conveniently place near them.
Unfortunately life is not a video game so they’re no such convenient plot device.
With nowhere to go Franz eventually just gave up running and instead turns towards the trio of mech, fixed bayonet and charged.
For a moment the mech seems confused as their movement suddenly stopped.
Was short but was god send as by the time they started moving again Franz was already crashing into the lead mech.
Franz skewered the lead mech before tackling it to the ground.
Thumb
Of course Franz didn’t stopped there like a mad god posed he continues to skewer the downed lead mech some more before turning his attention to one of the other mechs.
He kicks one of its leg
Brok
The leg broke causing the lumbering mech to lose balance and fell to the floor.
Franz took this chance to skewer the downed mech before finishing it by kicking its head off like a soccer ball.
‘ two down one more to go’
Franz finishes the last mech by throwing his bayoneted rifle at the mech’s chest.
The bayonet easily pierces the mech’s armor and the heavy impact caused it to fall on its back.
Even while the mech was on its back it still tries to point its machine laser at him, it was starting to glow faintly which indicates that it’s preparing to fire.
But before it could do that Franz pulls out his rifle that was imbedded into its chest and stabs the shoulder joint severing the power supply making the weapon in operable.
He gave it twist and the entire arm got severed
‘So these mechs are weak to melee’ Franz wondered as gave the mech’s torso one powerful kick sending it out of the warehouse. ———————————————————
Meanwhile in a conference room
“(Oh my goddess did you see that!)”
“(This is incredible!)”
“(By the goddess what the hell are we dealing here!)” A Cre’taxsian with a fancy coat turns to the scientists demanding an answer.
“(I…. I think we’re dealing powerful mech)” the scientists stutters as she’s not quite sure what they’re dealing with.
“(You don’t say! Where the hell would a bunch of ragtag terrorist scum get a powerful mech that can beat 30 elite enforcers and 3 Hasperax enforcer mech!?” The one with the fancy coat lashes out as she was the one the one that sent out the enforcers and the battle mech.
Truth be told she had expected it to be wayyyyyy overkill but clearly not as the live footage has shown.
‘Mother is not ganna be pleased’ She thought as her mother is a member of the Senate.
“(Maybe it’s the Zara’thusians? They’ve….)”
“(I think it’s the An’Carans…)”
The debate rages until she finally has had enough.
“(Enough! I just want to know how to deal with it!)”
….
For awhile there was silence until a new recruit fresh out of the academy raised her hand
“(Emmm maybe we can try talking to it?)”
A blood vine bulges on her forehead before she snaps at the stupid fool.
“(Great! Then you go out and talk with it!)”
With that the new recruit got forcibly dragged out and thrown in front of the warehouse to “talk” to the mech.
After the fresh academy graduate is gone from the room she sighs “(My goddess the academy’s standard has fallen)”
——————————————————
Back to Franz
Franz was expecting the 3rd wave to be something big but to his surprise what came in is weak looking devil alien.
Like she could barely walk as her feet wobbles around with each step.
“(Eeeem Ms Robot I came to negotiate)”
Naturally Franz has no idea what she has said.
‘What now? Is she trying to make me lower my guard? Is she an assassin or something?’ Franz ponders as he takes out his stun baton and walks closer to the shivering devil.
Seeing the club in his hand she wince
“(Eeep! Please Ms Robot I just want to talk)”
‘More alien ramblings’ Franz thought before stopping 2 meters away from her.
She rambled for quite a while but Franz still remained unmoving
At this point she started feeling confident so she tries to walks closer him.
At this point Franz raises his baton a bit and made it send an electrical discharge as a warning.
“(Eeep!)”
The devil wince and stopped moving forward, as it seems that the devils are very afraid of electricity.
‘That convoyed the meaning’ Franz thought as anyone can understand the threat of violence, classic caveman big stick diplomacy.
Then started babbling again in her alien tongue.
Franz not knowing what’s going on about stood silent as he paid careful attention to any sudden moments from her.
After awhile the devil started to approach him again.
Seeing the advancing demon Franz muttered “Stop!”
……. …. ..
For a while there was silence as the devil alien’s eyes went wide.
“(Did you hear that District Commander I made the robot talk! And it seems that the Robot is a male!)” the academy recruit cheerfully said over the coms.
Feeling a slight indignation at the fact she was proven wrong and in fact the stupid solution of talking to actual worked, she lashes out.
“(I don’t care what gender that machine identifies! What I want is for IT to disarm itself!)”
Meanwhile to Franz it just sounded like more incomprehensible alien ramblings.
—————————————————————
Back at the Conference Room
“(I must say the creators of that mech has good taste)” one of the engineers commented as the term male robots tickles a certain fetish inside her.
(To help readers understand imagining having 2B from Neir automata as wifu)
“(Now that I think about it, the mech has perfect body portions. Although the legs would suggest a non-Cre’taxsian origins but all in all the body proportions aren’t bad at all)”
“(Maybe the creators intended it to be a high class guard bot)”
“(Hmm I agree it certainly would explain the humanoid design instead of a more practical design)”
“(These degenerates!)” the District Commander could only cursed at how the conversation devolved into robot mating partners.
———————————————————
Back to Franz
The devil is still babbling something but this time she’s making hand gestures to her mouth.
‘She wants me to speak?’ Franz wondered as he’s very bewildered.
‘First they attacked me but now they want to talk? Shouldn’t they have tried to talk first before attacking?’ Franz is confused by the cart before horse logic. Like everyone knows that you place the cart after the horse not before it.
Franz thought about how to proceed next before eventually deciding to give negotiations a try, as he’s still trapped in a warehouse with hundreds of them outside.
With his mind made up he puts his baton back into its holder and took a more casual stance.
“Alright let’s talk, I am Security Specialist Franz…”
(Security Specialist is a fancier way to say Armed Guard, that’s how PMCs makes all that money. When customers hears Security Specialists they’ll think it’s some ex-CIA ex-Secret Service James Bond level guy but in all actuality it’s just a fit guy with a boom stick)
They tried to converse a bit before the devil women taking out what seems to be like their version of an iPad and started trying to converse with him.
‘Hmmm…. weird fashion sense they have’ Franz thought as their iPad looked like its something that’s chipped from a block of crystal.
The devil then shows him a picture of a bunch of devil aliens and muttered.
“(Cre’taxian)”
Franz just stood there silently as he doesn’t know what that word is supposed to mean.
The devil tried again but this time she points to each individuals in the picture and said “Cre’taxsian” each time before finally pointing to herself saying “Cre’taxsian”
With that Franz followed her and points to each individual in the picture saying “creet-tax-see-an” each time before pointing to himself and saying “human”
“(Did you see that! Mr Robot’s model seems to be called “Who-man”)”
“(Great keep doing what you’re doing, we need more samples of its language before we can rudimentary translations software for its language. We’ve already checked the data based several times from the previous sample but nothing came up)” the scientists responded
Then the devil woman repeated the process but this time with a different picture, this time it’s a planet.
“(Planet)”
She swipes to another picture of a planet and said the same word
“(Planet)”
This process repeated for awhile as they slowly build up a vocabulary base
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They come in 3 different skin color the pink skin, purple and the red skin.
Main governing body of the Cre’taxsians is the Cret Repblic
The Cret Republic is a “Republic” but it also has nobilities running it. It is inspired by the Roman Republic which also has nobles.
Most people think that Republicanism and Nobility are mutually incompatible but in actually not so as the Roman Republic existed for 500 years.
(Story start)—————————-
‘Well that wasn’t as bad a I had initially thought’ Franz thought as he himself is quite surprised that he managed to knock out 30 of them.
He didn’t think that just one touch is enough to knock them out for good, he expected them get back up after a while not nope they’re out cold.
‘Maybe electricity is their weak point’ he theorized
As he was sitting down three 2 meter high mechs came lumbering in front of the warehouse
‘Let’s try using their own weapons against them’ he thought as picks up one of the ray guns laying around, to his surprise the gun is actually quite light!
‘Hah! You know what why not try duel welding it if it’s this light’ he thought as he picks up another one.
After picking up another one up he aims and started shooting the lead mech.
BeamBeam
His shit hits but unfortunately it didn’t seems to have done much damage besides darkening the spot that got hit.
‘Hmm? Feels a bit weak… well to be fair if I were to shoot at a tank with small arms it probably wouldn’t be that much different’ he thought as he shot the lead mech again with his double ray gun
BeamBeam
‘Still feels weak, maybe it’s the lack of recoil’ Franz wonders as with a gun you can get an idea of much kinetic got sent to the other guy but with a ray gun there’s no kick back at all.
Like you know a gun is powerful if each time you fire it you feel like a being kicked by a donkey or the loud boom an artillery piece makes it fires.
With the alien ray gun you just doesn’t feel that powerful sensation, saying that he’s not going to stick his hand in front of the tube and shoot himself to test it out.
After a few potshots the mechs finally found Franz and started returning fire.
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
‘Oh my fucking god! They have laser machine guns!’ He thought as he ducks behind some cover.
Swisssh
After the laser barrage Franz peeks out from his cover to see that cover he’s in is almost half melted.
‘Wow I guess these lasers aren’t as weak as I had initially thought’ Franz thought as dash out of his half melted cover into a new one.
‘Seeing how they’re not firing I guess they must have a cool down’ Franz thought as he took advantage of this time to shoot at the lead mech
BeamBeam BeamBeam BeamBeam BeamBeam
More darks spots appears on the lead mech but it seems to have done very little, then the mech pointed their guns at started to glow again signaling that they’re about to fire.
‘Man these things are tough’ he thought as he ducks under the cover
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
But unlike the last time only one mech fired its barrage
After the first mech’s barrage the second then opens up its barrage
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
‘They’re taking turns firing!’ Franz cursed before dashing out of his cover, because if he had stayed there it’ll be only a matter of time before his cover gets completely burnt off.
BeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeamBeam
Fortunately their tracking speed is terrible as all of their shots missed.
‘Oh fuck this!’ Franz thought as he threw away the the alien ray guns, he then looks around to see if there’s anything to beat them, like maybe a large heavy equipment that could fall and crush them or a canister of explosives that’s conveniently place near them.
Unfortunately life is not a video game so they’re no such convenient plot device.
With nowhere to go Franz eventually just gave up running and instead turns towards the trio of mech, fixed bayonet and charged.
For a moment the mech seems confused as their movement suddenly stopped.
Was short but was god send as by the time they started moving again Franz was already crashing into the lead mech.
Franz skewered the lead mech before tackling it to the ground.
Thumb
Of course Franz didn’t stopped there like a mad god posed he continues to skewer the downed lead mech some more before turning his attention to one of the other mechs.
He kicks one of its leg
Brok
The leg broke causing the lumbering mech to lose balance and fell to the floor.
Franz took this chance to skewer the downed mech before finishing it by kicking its head off like a soccer ball.
‘ two down one more to go’
Franz finishes the last mech by throwing his bayoneted rifle at the mech’s chest.
The bayonet easily pierces the mech’s armor and the heavy impact caused it to fall on its back.
Even while the mech was on its back it still tries to point its machine laser at him, it was starting to glow faintly which indicates that it’s preparing to fire.
But before it could do that Franz pulls out his rifle that was imbedded into its chest and stabs the shoulder joint severing the power supply making the weapon in operable.
He gave it twist and the entire arm got severed
‘So these mechs are weak to melee’ Franz wondered as gave the mech’s torso one powerful kick sending it out of the warehouse. ———————————————————
Meanwhile in a conference room
“(Oh my goddess did you see that!)”
“(This is incredible!)”
“(By the goddess what the hell are we dealing here!)” A Cre’taxsian with a fancy coat turns to the scientists demanding an answer.
“(I…. I think we’re dealing powerful mech)” the scientists stutters as she’s not quite sure what they’re dealing with.
“(You don’t say! Where the hell would a bunch of ragtag terrorist scum get a powerful mech that can beat 30 elite enforcers and 3 Hasperax enforcer mech!?” The one with the fancy coat lashes out as she was the one the one that sent out the enforcers and the battle mech.
Truth be told she had expected it to be wayyyyyy overkill but clearly not as the live footage has shown.
‘Mother is not ganna be pleased’ She thought as her mother is a member of the Senate.
“(Maybe it’s the Zara’thusians? They’ve….)”
“(I think it’s the An’Carans…)”
The debate rages until she finally has had enough.
“(Enough! I just want to know how to deal with it!)”
….
For awhile there was silence until a new recruit fresh out of the academy raised her hand
“(Emmm maybe we can try talking to it?)”
A blood vine bulges on her forehead before she snaps at the stupid fool.
“(Great! Then you go out and talk with it!)”
With that the new recruit got forcibly dragged out and thrown in front of the warehouse to “talk” to the mech.
After the fresh academy graduate is gone from the room she sighs “(My goddess the academy’s standard has fallen)”
——————————————————
Back to Franz
Franz was expecting the 3rd wave to be something big but to his surprise what came in is weak looking devil alien.
Like she could barely walk as her feet wobbles around with each step.
“(Eeeem Ms Robot I came to negotiate)”
Naturally Franz has no idea what she has said.
‘What now? Is she trying to make me lower my guard? Is she an assassin or something?’ Franz ponders as he takes out his stun baton and walks closer to the shivering devil.
Seeing the club in his hand she wince
“(Eeep! Please Ms Robot I just want to talk)”
‘More alien ramblings’ Franz thought before stopping 2 meters away from her.
She rambled for quite a while but Franz still remained unmoving
At this point she started feeling confident so she tries to walks closer him.
At this point Franz raises his baton a bit and made it send an electrical discharge as a warning.
“(Eeep!)”
The devil wince and stopped moving forward, as it seems that the devils are very afraid of electricity.
‘That convoyed the meaning’ Franz thought as anyone can understand the threat of violence, classic caveman big stick diplomacy.
Then started babbling again in her alien tongue.
Franz not knowing what’s going on about stood silent as he paid careful attention to any sudden moments from her.
After awhile the devil started to approach him again.
Seeing the advancing demon Franz muttered “Stop!”
……. …. ..
For a while there was silence as the devil alien’s eyes went wide.
“(Did you hear that District Commander I made the robot talk! And it seems that the Robot is a male!)” the academy recruit cheerfully said over the coms.
Feeling a slight indignation at the fact she was proven wrong and in fact the stupid solution of talking to actual worked, she lashes out.
“(I don’t care what gender that machine identifies! What I want is for IT to disarm itself!)”
Meanwhile to Franz it just sounded like more incomprehensible alien ramblings.
—————————————————————
Back at the Conference Room
“(I must say the creators of that mech has good taste)” one of the engineers commented as the term male robots tickles a certain fetish inside her.
(To help readers understand imagining having 2B from Neir automata as wifu)
“(Now that I think about it, the mech has perfect body portions. Although the legs would suggest a non-Cre’taxsian origins but all in all the body proportions aren’t bad at all)”
“(Maybe the creators intended it to be a high class guard bot)”
“(Hmm I agree it certainly would explain the humanoid design instead of a more practical design)”
“(These degenerates!)” the District Commander could only cursed at how the conversation devolved into robot mating partners.
———————————————————
Back to Franz
The devil is still babbling something but this time she’s making hand gestures to her mouth.
‘She wants me to speak?’ Franz wondered as he’s very bewildered.
‘First they attacked me but now they want to talk? Shouldn’t they have tried to talk first before attacking?’ Franz is confused by the cart before horse logic. Like everyone knows that you place the cart after the horse not before it.
Franz thought about how to proceed next before eventually deciding to give negotiations a try, as he’s still trapped in a warehouse with hundreds of them outside.
With his mind made up he puts his baton back into its holder and took a more casual stance.
“Alright let’s talk, I am Security Specialist Franz…”
(Security Specialist is a fancier way to say Armed Guard, that’s how PMCs makes all that money. When customers hears Security Specialists they’ll think it’s some ex-CIA ex-Secret Service James Bond level guy but in all actuality it’s just a fit guy with a boom stick)
They tried to converse a bit before the devil women taking out what seems to be like their version of an iPad and started trying to converse with him.
‘Hmmm…. weird fashion sense they have’ Franz thought as their iPad looked like its something that’s chipped from a block of crystal.
The devil then shows him a picture of a bunch of devil aliens and muttered.
“(Cre’taxian)”
Franz just stood there silently as he doesn’t know what that word is supposed to mean.
The devil tried again but this time she points to each individuals in the picture and said “Cre’taxsian” each time before finally pointing to herself saying “Cre’taxsian”
With that Franz followed her and points to each individual in the picture saying “creet-tax-see-an” each time before pointing to himself and saying “human”
“(Did you see that! Mr Robot’s model seems to be called “Who-man”)”
“(Great keep doing what you’re doing, we need more samples of its language before we can rudimentary translations software for its language. We’ve already checked the data based several times from the previous sample but nothing came up)” the scientists responded
Then the devil woman repeated the process but this time with a different picture, this time it’s a planet.
“(Planet)”
She swipes to another picture of a planet and said the same word
“(Planet)”
This process repeated for awhile as they slowly build up a vocabulary base
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2023.05.31 17:41 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 50 (Aya)
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The weather was almost cold enough to imagine that Aya was back home, minus the creeping terror of the fog. She tried to push that last fact out of her mind, but it was ever present, along with its smothering sister from beneath the church. Still, despite the unpleasant edge, it was likely the last time she would get a proper rest before the battle.
The twins were obviously in their own world, Frare picking at the grasses around the tree, Sorore with eyes half-closed. The only people to offer any conversation were the paladins.
“Where… where do you come from, Lillian?” she said, after watching another bank of the fog wander overhead.
Lillian turned to her and gave her a strange look, not angry exactly, more wondering why she’d asked the question. Aya hoped that it wasn’t too much of a rude question back in Angorrah. At least she could always fall back on the excuse of being ignorant if it was.
“I come from Angorrah,” said the paladin.
“No, I mean where does your family come from?” she said.
Lillian’s expression deepened as if she was trying to figure out whether the question had some deeper meaning to it.
“Well, my father’s side of the family reaches back into antiquity. They’ve been on the same land for centuries. My mother is from Nieth, if that is what you mean, lady Aya.”
Aya nodded in encouragement, trying to get the Paladin to expand on the details. She didn’t, looking expectantly for a followup to the question.
“I was… just trying to make conversation,” Aya admitted, her gaze falling to the trodden dirt.
“Oh,” said Lillian, leaning back further as she looked elsewhere trying to abate the awkward realisation, “well, like I said, most of my family comes from my father’s side, and thus Angorrah. My mother is the only one that’s lived outside of it. Supposedly I have some uncles and aunts in Nieth, and some cousins too, but…”
“You’ve never met them?”
Lillian shook her head as she looked out to what was probably south - in the shifting fog it was difficult to tell.
“Never. I was inducted into the church at fifteen, I’ve never been outside of the continent. In fact, your village was the farthest I’ve ever been.”
“Oh. So you live in the actual city, then? Angorrah proper?”
“I might as well,” she laughed, although Aya thought it had a bitter edge to it, “I’ve spent over a decade of my life there.”
Aya sat and digested that for a few moments, before risking a further question.
“But it wasn’t always like that, was it? You lived somewhere else?”
“Yes, I did,” Lillian sighed, but said no more.
“I’ve lived in the city all my life,” Niche offered instead, “with my family. We’ve never known anything but the silver city for our entire lives. Both of my grandfather’s lines, as far as I could trace them, stay within its walls.”
“Would you mind… telling me about it?” Aya said, “I mean, we’re going there. But no one’s bothered to explain what it’s really like. Neither Sorore or Frare talk about it much either.”
“It’s the most beautiful city in the world,” said Niche instantly with absolute conviction.
“Anything else?” Aya said, looking rather unimpressed.
“It’s a- it’s difficult to explain,” said Niche, “the city is split in half.”
She vigorously nodded, hoping that this wouldn’t be the end of the details.
“It’s a city which…” he said, grasping at the words he was failing to find, “you really can’t- it’s something you have to actually see before it can be described.”
“Neither of us are poets, and besides, you’ll be in Angorrah soon enough,” said Lillian, “I can try though, however dry it might be. The city is split into two, like Niche said. On the upper half, the edges of the tributaries of the rivers form a bank where the old buildings sit. You’ll find the ecclesial courts, the palace of purity, and the chief garrison of the path of strength.”
She hovered her hands at different levels to illustrate the relative heights of the city districts.
“There’s a great sandstone cliff, with many small waterfalls coursing down. There’s a path that winds a way up under them - we used to walk them everyday as part of our training, then as part of our patrols. The names of all the founders of Angorrah, and many of the heroes that fought against the crown are etched into the cliff face. Of course, most travellers use the iron elevators that were built nearly a century ago.”
Aya already felt the numbing terror beginning to be forgotten almost, and she encouraged Lillian to continue.
“The lower half represents the majority of the city, both in terms of population and size,” she said, her fingers circling out to represent the relative immensity of this area, “layers upon layers of districts criss-crossed by roads and studded with alleys. It’s quite a lot to figure out.”
“They throw you off the deep end when they’re teaching you to patrol,” Niche said, “I remember just how lost you were the first couple times. Remember when you couldn’t figure out which dock you were at, and the sign was right next to you?”
“It was half-fallen off!” Lillian protested, her ears beginning to flush, “and the paint was practically gone, how was I supposed to realise-”
Aya was just about to ask the question of where she would be staying, when she saw a sharp motion in her periphery. Sorore sat bolt upright, staying at the remains of a leaf brought up to a narrow sliver of sunlight. There was a curious interplay within her expression, fear, excitement, and triumph merging together in the green of her eyes.
By the time that the paladins had turned, she was gesticulating wildly, saying that she had found something. Aya had barely any time to wonder before she’d taken off, leading them around the corner of the church. Apparently what she sought was not there, for she took them into the church and down through the door into the earth.
At the end, before a wall of black stone, they found Efrain with his cat companion. He was holding a black knife, glittering in the gloomy light he’d cast. He turned as Sorore approached him, telling him that she understood what to do. Aya watched as, after a few further questions, he handed her the knife, which dissolved into a liquid in the girl’s palm.
With bated breath, Aya stared as the fluid metal branched out to form a new shape. She realised, with no small amount of envy, that the girl was using magic just as she had. The construction would’ve been a beautiful thing to watch if not for the deathly cold that permeated the catacombs. Aya felt like she could lay down and simply die here if she wasn’t careful.
When it was done, Sorore handed the knife back to Efrain, now solid, which he placed against the stones. They were promptly steered away as he told the Paladins to remove them from whatever lurked behind the door. The party was up the steps and walking past the beds, Frare whispering some consultations to the obviously upset Sorore when they heard the sound.
A long, distant wail, half-lost among the tombs.
Sorore took off running, managing to rend herself free of the paladin’s grip. By the time they managed to catch up, she was at the stairs, taking them two at a time, going deeper and deeper into the earth. The paladins were ahead of Aya with their longer strides, pounding down on the sands as she saw that the passage had changed.
In the distance, past where the black stone wall had been, there was a far distance light, barely visible in the dark. The cold had deepened even further, becoming something hateful to life itself. They were almost to the edge of the hallway, and within moments, they’d passed out through the door and into this new hidden place.
More stones, more elegantly laid and carved, more beds, these ones with carved reliefs of ancient men. Intricate pillars and vaulted ceilings rushed past as they pushed deeper and deeper into the tomb. Aya nearly fell over more than once in the gloom, even as the light grew closer and closer to them.
The paladins finally caught up to Sorore just before the opening to that little light, catching her by the arms and lifting her off her feet. As she struggled, Aya made it past her, finding Frare to her side and a great expanse before her. She caught a brief glance of the gaunt form of the mage, and something large and misshapen beyond him.
Then the scene exploded into light and heat as fire leapt from up and around them.
Her last sight, other than the inferno that rose like a flaming curtain was that of the mage, his black clothes now glittering a dark crimson. In silence, he regarded them, and Aya realised for the first time how empty his eyes were. The twin pits of blackness betrayed nothing about the man behind the mask, no sardonic warmth or cultivated intelligence.
She was carted away from the frightful sight, and back up the hall at a prodigious pace. The paladins had simply slung them over their shoulders and fled. Harder the gauntlets dug to her back, as the catacombs behind them went from darkness to a dull red. The children were not given rest or respite, only carried onwards, through the tombs, up the stairs, to burst out onto the church landing and through the door.
Several of the peasants in the church started and turned at their sudden reemergence. Aya staggered over to the wall, heaving as she tried to sooth her aching chest. The twins were much the same, Sorore fully bent over and wheezing with effort. However, before any of them could settle, they were steered roughly towards the small alcove of the medical bay.
The sights of the swords in hand sent the watching group into alarmed chatter. This was only compounded as Lillian and Niche took up positions from within the door they’d just come through. Moments later, there came the sound of the groaning of wood and stone as they began to shift and strain.
Worse still was the sight of red light from beneath the door and seeping through the joints of the stones. The air began to haze and billow, a hot breeze rushing past them. The door bursting into flame was enough to send some of the frightened defenders running for the church-front. Knights were beginning to gather, pointing and exclaiming their confusion at this new, mysterious threat.
“What is it? What have you done?” called Damafelce, starring in horror at the burning door.
Lillian didn’t even bother to answer, just squared her shoulders and gripped her sword tighter.
Whatever animosity between the two women vanished as Damafelce drew and stood beside Lillian. Sweat began to pool and drip despite the unnatural chill of the fog.
Doubt began to creep into Aya’s heart - perhaps she had indeed been wrong, and perhaps the wisdom and experience of the Paladins had steered them right. The brilliant flames and empty eyes had left their impression upon her. All her interactions with Efrain seemed to be cast in a new light, each comment taking on a sinister cast.
The stones were beginning to glow in their own right, cracking and popping as the mortar disintegrated. A child couldn’t take it anymore and began to scream. It brought to mind the previous evening, the impaling claw lifting the boy into the air. Fear mixed with what must’ve been resolution within Aya ,and she managed to bring herself to lay a hand on a child’s sleeve.
They all looked at her, eyes wide, many brimmed with tears, having already seen far too much.
“It’ll be alright,” she said, squeezing the arm of a girl, “we’ll make it. They’ll protect us.”
There were some sparse nods and hopeful murmurs, but Aya could tell that some of the older ones didn’t believe it.
The stones were now a yellowish orange, and Aya was concerned that they might begin to melt and run like candle wax. The charm of the stones, their strength that almost seemed more akin to a confidence, was now utterly forgotten. The air within grew almost uncomfortably hot, villagers and knights alike holding their breath as they waited for whatever horror was going to emerge.
They waited, and waited, and waited.
The stones were still glowing, but it seemed whatever had come up from the deep had moved on and up. Slowly they faded from yellow, to orange, to red, and by the time they were brown, the peasants were turning to the paladins for guidance. Last to relax was Lillian, though it was only enough to see her sword tip faltered slightly.
“It’s moved to the roof,” she barely managed, such was the tension she held in her jaw.
Damafelce turned to remark, or perhaps to ask a question of the paladin about what she had just witnessed. She didn’t even open her mouth before a long chime echoed through the cooling air. She, along with the rest of her knights turned and rushed for the front doors.
Out from the pan and into the fire - another attack had begun.
Lillian and Niche looked at each other and then at the children, all three watching the stones resume their usual black.
“Mage or monsters?” said Niche, “which first?”
“Stay near the children until I get a better idea of what’s happening,” Lillian said, following the group of knights past the barricade.
Not long after she’d vanished into the night, a group of men burst through the charred door, partially taking what was left off its hinges. Doused in sweat, but otherwise unburnt, they stumbled into the mainstay of the church, and gesticulated wildly all around. When their glances fell on Niche, they began to beseech him, telling him of the living fire that had emerged onto the roof.
Niche picked up one of them that had fallen to the ground in haste or shock, shaking him, trying to get him to elaborate. Stories tumbled out of them of a great inferno, perhaps in the shape of a beast, perhaps not, that emerged, nay erupted, nay crawled from the tower stairs. At the heart of it was a black figure, one of the creatures, no, something horrible, no, the mage!
Niche’s eyes narrowed as he tried to parse some coherent meaning from the disparate stories. In the midst of the confusion, Aya took a half step toward the tower, terror, resolution, and a faint curiosity fighting with each other. Her foot pressed to the floor, and everything around her fell into a crystal clarity.
Bellows of command, clashes of claw and sword, the screams of men and beast, the whimpers of the frightened children. Every line on the stone, every bead of sweat and glance of eye, the smell of sweat and blood, the icy chill and the still-warm air. Everything, everywhere, at all once, clarion and present.
And beyond that, above them, something overshadowing them all, gathering, building itself. A wall of something, fulgent and hot, frothing and bearing down like a river breaking a log dam. Instinct drove her down to the cool stones, flattening her body and covering her head.
Behind her closed eyes, the darkness flipped to bright red, accompanied by a roar so great it became her. The entire building was shaking so violently she was sure she would be thrown out the front doors and to the slavering monsters. Heat rolled over her, smothering her like a quilt, driving away even the terrible chill. When she opened her eyes, she found soldiers, peasants and paladins on the ground, rolling and struggling to stand back up amid a floor of barricade splinters and glass shards.
The heat was reaching unbearable levels, driving Aya up and out, past the barricades in a mad scramble. Stumbling out into the comparatively cooler night, she looked up past the door and roof edge. Above the church extended a halo of fire, blooming outward like the bows of a mighty tree.
The branches fell to the earth, streaming sparks and embers into the evening as they furled across the remaining gardens, destroying all it touched. Most of the men had noticed the source of the heat and light, and were scrambling away desperately. The monsters, apparently having no such presence of mind, drove themselves further, and into the incinerating light.
The darkness came alive with the final screams of the things as they were burnt to ash. The human defenders were left mostly untouched, and the tide spilling over the outer wall were subsumed in the inferno. Aya slumped to the ground, witnessing this miraculous occurrence, not minding the cuts on her hands or knees.
“What…?” she said, watching the fires begin to wink out.
With that, she turned back, leaving the battle and its remnants all behind her. Through the barricades, through the aisle, through the clumsy grab by a still dazed Niche, through the door, up the melted stairs and out onto the roof.
There, across from the exit, lay a pair of slumped figures against the far wall. The mage was crumpled, motionless, saggy robes no longer cutting his trim figure. In his lap laid Innialysia, fur now merely coal black, no longer aglow as it had been.
On the railing of the roof, above the two, stood something faint in the light from the fire below. A shimmering, hazy outline, of a girl, looking down at them. As Aya drew to look at her, she could’ve sworn that the spirit was smiling as it began to fragment and dissipate. With a final gust of the warm breeze, the shimmering remnants were carried out to fade into the now clear stars.
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The weather was almost cold enough to imagine that Aya was back home, minus the creeping terror of the fog. She tried to push that last fact out of her mind, but it was ever present, along with its smothering sister from beneath the church. Still, despite the unpleasant edge, it was likely the last time she would get a proper rest before the battle.
The twins were obviously in their own world, Frare picking at the grasses around the tree, Sorore with eyes half-closed. The only people to offer any conversation were the paladins.
“Where… where do you come from, Lillian?” she said, after watching another bank of the fog wander overhead.
Lillian turned to her and gave her a strange look, not angry exactly, more wondering why she’d asked the question. Aya hoped that it wasn’t too much of a rude question back in Angorrah. At least she could always fall back on the excuse of being ignorant if it was.
“I come from Angorrah,” said the paladin.
“No, I mean where does your family come from?” she said.
Lillian’s expression deepened as if she was trying to figure out whether the question had some deeper meaning to it.
“Well, my father’s side of the family reaches back into antiquity. They’ve been on the same land for centuries. My mother is from Nieth, if that is what you mean, lady Aya.”
Aya nodded in encouragement, trying to get the Paladin to expand on the details. She didn’t, looking expectantly for a followup to the question.
“I was… just trying to make conversation,” Aya admitted, her gaze falling to the trodden dirt.
“Oh,” said Lillian, leaning back further as she looked elsewhere trying to abate the awkward realisation, “well, like I said, most of my family comes from my father’s side, and thus Angorrah. My mother is the only one that’s lived outside of it. Supposedly I have some uncles and aunts in Nieth, and some cousins too, but…”
“You’ve never met them?”
Lillian shook her head as she looked out to what was probably south - in the shifting fog it was difficult to tell.
“Never. I was inducted into the church at fifteen, I’ve never been outside of the continent. In fact, your village was the farthest I’ve ever been.”
“Oh. So you live in the actual city, then? Angorrah proper?”
“I might as well,” she laughed, although Aya thought it had a bitter edge to it, “I’ve spent over a decade of my life there.”
Aya sat and digested that for a few moments, before risking a further question.
“But it wasn’t always like that, was it? You lived somewhere else?”
“Yes, I did,” Lillian sighed, but said no more.
“I’ve lived in the city all my life,” Niche offered instead, “with my family. We’ve never known anything but the silver city for our entire lives. Both of my grandfather’s lines, as far as I could trace them, stay within its walls.”
“Would you mind… telling me about it?” Aya said, “I mean, we’re going there. But no one’s bothered to explain what it’s really like. Neither Sorore or Frare talk about it much either.”
“It’s the most beautiful city in the world,” said Niche instantly with absolute conviction.
“Anything else?” Aya said, looking rather unimpressed.
“It’s a- it’s difficult to explain,” said Niche, “the city is split in half.”
She vigorously nodded, hoping that this wouldn’t be the end of the details.
“It’s a city which…” he said, grasping at the words he was failing to find, “you really can’t- it’s something you have to actually see before it can be described.”
“Neither of us are poets, and besides, you’ll be in Angorrah soon enough,” said Lillian, “I can try though, however dry it might be. The city is split into two, like Niche said. On the upper half, the edges of the tributaries of the rivers form a bank where the old buildings sit. You’ll find the ecclesial courts, the palace of purity, and the chief garrison of the path of strength.”
She hovered her hands at different levels to illustrate the relative heights of the city districts.
“There’s a great sandstone cliff, with many small waterfalls coursing down. There’s a path that winds a way up under them - we used to walk them everyday as part of our training, then as part of our patrols. The names of all the founders of Angorrah, and many of the heroes that fought against the crown are etched into the cliff face. Of course, most travellers use the iron elevators that were built nearly a century ago.”
Aya already felt the numbing terror beginning to be forgotten almost, and she encouraged Lillian to continue.
“The lower half represents the majority of the city, both in terms of population and size,” she said, her fingers circling out to represent the relative immensity of this area, “layers upon layers of districts criss-crossed by roads and studded with alleys. It’s quite a lot to figure out.”
“They throw you off the deep end when they’re teaching you to patrol,” Niche said, “I remember just how lost you were the first couple times. Remember when you couldn’t figure out which dock you were at, and the sign was right next to you?”
“It was half-fallen off!” Lillian protested, her ears beginning to flush, “and the paint was practically gone, how was I supposed to realise-”
Aya was just about to ask the question of where she would be staying, when she saw a sharp motion in her periphery. Sorore sat bolt upright, staying at the remains of a leaf brought up to a narrow sliver of sunlight. There was a curious interplay within her expression, fear, excitement, and triumph merging together in the green of her eyes.
By the time that the paladins had turned, she was gesticulating wildly, saying that she had found something. Aya had barely any time to wonder before she’d taken off, leading them around the corner of the church. Apparently what she sought was not there, for she took them into the church and down through the door into the earth.
At the end, before a wall of black stone, they found Efrain with his cat companion. He was holding a black knife, glittering in the gloomy light he’d cast. He turned as Sorore approached him, telling him that she understood what to do. Aya watched as, after a few further questions, he handed her the knife, which dissolved into a liquid in the girl’s palm.
With bated breath, Aya stared as the fluid metal branched out to form a new shape. She realised, with no small amount of envy, that the girl was using magic just as she had. The construction would’ve been a beautiful thing to watch if not for the deathly cold that permeated the catacombs. Aya felt like she could lay down and simply die here if she wasn’t careful.
When it was done, Sorore handed the knife back to Efrain, now solid, which he placed against the stones. They were promptly steered away as he told the Paladins to remove them from whatever lurked behind the door. The party was up the steps and walking past the beds, Frare whispering some consultations to the obviously upset Sorore when they heard the sound.
A long, distant wail, half-lost among the tombs.
Sorore took off running, managing to rend herself free of the paladin’s grip. By the time they managed to catch up, she was at the stairs, taking them two at a time, going deeper and deeper into the earth. The paladins were ahead of Aya with their longer strides, pounding down on the sands as she saw that the passage had changed.
In the distance, past where the black stone wall had been, there was a far distance light, barely visible in the dark. The cold had deepened even further, becoming something hateful to life itself. They were almost to the edge of the hallway, and within moments, they’d passed out through the door and into this new hidden place.
More stones, more elegantly laid and carved, more beds, these ones with carved reliefs of ancient men. Intricate pillars and vaulted ceilings rushed past as they pushed deeper and deeper into the tomb. Aya nearly fell over more than once in the gloom, even as the light grew closer and closer to them.
The paladins finally caught up to Sorore just before the opening to that little light, catching her by the arms and lifting her off her feet. As she struggled, Aya made it past her, finding Frare to her side and a great expanse before her. She caught a brief glance of the gaunt form of the mage, and something large and misshapen beyond him.
Then the scene exploded into light and heat as fire leapt from up and around them.
Her last sight, other than the inferno that rose like a flaming curtain was that of the mage, his black clothes now glittering a dark crimson. In silence, he regarded them, and Aya realised for the first time how empty his eyes were. The twin pits of blackness betrayed nothing about the man behind the mask, no sardonic warmth or cultivated intelligence.
She was carted away from the frightful sight, and back up the hall at a prodigious pace. The paladins had simply slung them over their shoulders and fled. Harder the gauntlets dug to her back, as the catacombs behind them went from darkness to a dull red. The children were not given rest or respite, only carried onwards, through the tombs, up the stairs, to burst out onto the church landing and through the door.
Several of the peasants in the church started and turned at their sudden reemergence. Aya staggered over to the wall, heaving as she tried to sooth her aching chest. The twins were much the same, Sorore fully bent over and wheezing with effort. However, before any of them could settle, they were steered roughly towards the small alcove of the medical bay.
The sights of the swords in hand sent the watching group into alarmed chatter. This was only compounded as Lillian and Niche took up positions from within the door they’d just come through. Moments later, there came the sound of the groaning of wood and stone as they began to shift and strain.
Worse still was the sight of red light from beneath the door and seeping through the joints of the stones. The air began to haze and billow, a hot breeze rushing past them. The door bursting into flame was enough to send some of the frightened defenders running for the church-front. Knights were beginning to gather, pointing and exclaiming their confusion at this new, mysterious threat.
“What is it? What have you done?” called Damafelce, starring in horror at the burning door.
Lillian didn’t even bother to answer, just squared her shoulders and gripped her sword tighter.
Whatever animosity between the two women vanished as Damafelce drew and stood beside Lillian. Sweat began to pool and drip despite the unnatural chill of the fog.
Doubt began to creep into Aya’s heart - perhaps she had indeed been wrong, and perhaps the wisdom and experience of the Paladins had steered them right. The brilliant flames and empty eyes had left their impression upon her. All her interactions with Efrain seemed to be cast in a new light, each comment taking on a sinister cast.
The stones were beginning to glow in their own right, cracking and popping as the mortar disintegrated. A child couldn’t take it anymore and began to scream. It brought to mind the previous evening, the impaling claw lifting the boy into the air. Fear mixed with what must’ve been resolution within Aya ,and she managed to bring herself to lay a hand on a child’s sleeve.
They all looked at her, eyes wide, many brimmed with tears, having already seen far too much.
“It’ll be alright,” she said, squeezing the arm of a girl, “we’ll make it. They’ll protect us.”
There were some sparse nods and hopeful murmurs, but Aya could tell that some of the older ones didn’t believe it.
The stones were now a yellowish orange, and Aya was concerned that they might begin to melt and run like candle wax. The charm of the stones, their strength that almost seemed more akin to a confidence, was now utterly forgotten. The air within grew almost uncomfortably hot, villagers and knights alike holding their breath as they waited for whatever horror was going to emerge.
They waited, and waited, and waited.
The stones were still glowing, but it seemed whatever had come up from the deep had moved on and up. Slowly they faded from yellow, to orange, to red, and by the time they were brown, the peasants were turning to the paladins for guidance. Last to relax was Lillian, though it was only enough to see her sword tip faltered slightly.
“It’s moved to the roof,” she barely managed, such was the tension she held in her jaw.
Damafelce turned to remark, or perhaps to ask a question of the paladin about what she had just witnessed. She didn’t even open her mouth before a long chime echoed through the cooling air. She, along with the rest of her knights turned and rushed for the front doors.
Out from the pan and into the fire - another attack had begun.
Lillian and Niche looked at each other and then at the children, all three watching the stones resume their usual black.
“Mage or monsters?” said Niche, “which first?”
“Stay near the children until I get a better idea of what’s happening,” Lillian said, following the group of knights past the barricade.
Not long after she’d vanished into the night, a group of men burst through the charred door, partially taking what was left off its hinges. Doused in sweat, but otherwise unburnt, they stumbled into the mainstay of the church, and gesticulated wildly all around. When their glances fell on Niche, they began to beseech him, telling him of the living fire that had emerged onto the roof.
Niche picked up one of them that had fallen to the ground in haste or shock, shaking him, trying to get him to elaborate. Stories tumbled out of them of a great inferno, perhaps in the shape of a beast, perhaps not, that emerged, nay erupted, nay crawled from the tower stairs. At the heart of it was a black figure, one of the creatures, no, something horrible, no, the mage!
Niche’s eyes narrowed as he tried to parse some coherent meaning from the disparate stories. In the midst of the confusion, Aya took a half step toward the tower, terror, resolution, and a faint curiosity fighting with each other. Her foot pressed to the floor, and everything around her fell into a crystal clarity.
Bellows of command, clashes of claw and sword, the screams of men and beast, the whimpers of the frightened children. Every line on the stone, every bead of sweat and glance of eye, the smell of sweat and blood, the icy chill and the still-warm air. Everything, everywhere, at all once, clarion and present.
And beyond that, above them, something overshadowing them all, gathering, building itself. A wall of something, fulgent and hot, frothing and bearing down like a river breaking a log dam. Instinct drove her down to the cool stones, flattening her body and covering her head.
Behind her closed eyes, the darkness flipped to bright red, accompanied by a roar so great it became her. The entire building was shaking so violently she was sure she would be thrown out the front doors and to the slavering monsters. Heat rolled over her, smothering her like a quilt, driving away even the terrible chill. When she opened her eyes, she found soldiers, peasants and paladins on the ground, rolling and struggling to stand back up amid a floor of barricade splinters and glass shards.
The heat was reaching unbearable levels, driving Aya up and out, past the barricades in a mad scramble. Stumbling out into the comparatively cooler night, she looked up past the door and roof edge. Above the church extended a halo of fire, blooming outward like the bows of a mighty tree.
The branches fell to the earth, streaming sparks and embers into the evening as they furled across the remaining gardens, destroying all it touched. Most of the men had noticed the source of the heat and light, and were scrambling away desperately. The monsters, apparently having no such presence of mind, drove themselves further, and into the incinerating light.
The darkness came alive with the final screams of the things as they were burnt to ash. The human defenders were left mostly untouched, and the tide spilling over the outer wall were subsumed in the inferno. Aya slumped to the ground, witnessing this miraculous occurrence, not minding the cuts on her hands or knees.
“What…?” she said, watching the fires begin to wink out.
With that, she turned back, leaving the battle and its remnants all behind her. Through the barricades, through the aisle, through the clumsy grab by a still dazed Niche, through the door, up the melted stairs and out onto the roof.
There, across from the exit, lay a pair of slumped figures against the far wall. The mage was crumpled, motionless, saggy robes no longer cutting his trim figure. In his lap laid Innialysia, fur now merely coal black, no longer aglow as it had been.
On the railing of the roof, above the two, stood something faint in the light from the fire below. A shimmering, hazy outline, of a girl, looking down at them. As Aya drew to look at her, she could’ve sworn that the spirit was smiling as it began to fragment and dissipate. With a final gust of the warm breeze, the shimmering remnants were carried out to fade into the now clear stars.
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okay, so this is a complete mess. i did a love spell (🤦🏽♀️)and the energy felt really positive and really good. the spell asked that you put a rose quartz in front of the candle, then after take it with you everywhere. well, my rose quartz charm broke off somewhere while i was running errands.
my main questions are: -is this bad or am i okay? like, will the spell not work bc of the lost crystal? (the rest of the spell took place and was great) -is this like a bad omen or something? is this a sign?
idk, i’m kinda freaking out and i’m scared i screwed it all up and now i’ll be in dangetrouble/not good vibes. pls help! thank you!
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my main questions are: -is this bad or am i okay? like, will the spell not work bc of the lost crystal? (the rest of the spell took place and was great) -is this like a bad omen or something? is this a sign?
idk, i’m kinda freaking out and i’m scared i screwed it all up and now i’ll be in dangetrouble/not good vibes. pls help! thank you!
2023.05.31 06:54 Wells_Aid A common misconception about Marx's thought
I want to clear up a common misconception about Marxism. Should say at the outset that Marxism is only one form of socialism, so some of these criticisms may be legitimate when applied to other forms of socialism.
Capitalism, for Marx, is not identical to 'bourgeois society', meaning a society of commodity production and exchange
Most posts I see from defenders of capitalism make this mistake. They think that Marxists are opposed in principle to bourgeois society as such, meaning a society based on voluntary commodity production and exchange. Marxists themselves have made this misconception inevitable, since the old distinction between capitalism and bourgeois society has been long forgotten.
What is bourgeois society?
Bourgeois society is essentially a society based on the principles of co-operative town life, as opposed to traditionally hierarchical agrarian societies (bourgeois=townsperson). Bourgeois society means the abolition of caste or estate, meaning that everyone is formally (juridically) equal to one another. This society is based on labour: people work in order to create commodities, and then exchange these commodities with each other voluntarily. The butcher sells meat to buy candles from the candlestick maker. Marx thought bourgeois society represented a gigantic leap forward in the development of freedom in history.
What is capitalism?
Capitalism is the self-contradiction and crisis of this bourgeois society as a result of the industrial revolution. Why does the industrial revolution represent a crisis for bourgeois society? Firstly, because the industrial forces of production dispossess the vast majority of society's members. Because of industrialism, a single capitalist can put every candlestick maker out of business. So what happens to the candlestick makers? Dispossessed of their property, they are left with only their labour power left to sell. They must show up to the factory gates begging for work.
Why is this a problem though? Primarily because bourgeois society only functions when most members have some form of property. This is what allows them to interact with each other as equals, in a broad sense.
While the candlestick maker is being put out of business, the peasant is also being cleared off his land. Small-holder peasant production is liquidated by capitalist agriculture and the breakdown of feudalism. This peasantry floods into the cities looking for work, again with nothing but their labour-power to exchange. The downwardly mobile petit-bourgeois and the peasantry form a new class, called the proletariat. This class is paradoxical. They are bourgeois, in the sense of being modern townspeople. They have bourgeois habits of mind and outlook, believing in things like liberty, equality and fraternity. But, unlike the bourgeois, they have no property to exchange except their labour-power. They therefore lack any interest in upholding the old bourgeois society of exchange, since the exchange of their labour-power leads only to their exploitation. The more they work, the more they deplete their only property -- their ability to work -- while making their employer richer. The accruing wealth of the industrial capitalist only increases their ability to exploit further. This was not the case in the example of exchange between the bourgeois butcher and candlestick maker above. In that case, both parties benefitted from the exchange. As a result, we're left with a paradoxical situation of a bourgeois society in which the vast majority of members are not bourgeois, and lose any interest in upholding the old bourgeois society of exchange. Their interest becomes the reclamation of capital, which represents their congealed labour exploited by the industrial capitalist. Bourgeois society has already broken down, but now the proletarians feel the need to go beyond it entirely and onto a new principle. This new principle, called socialism, is one suited to the industrial forces of production, which have already socialized labour and created enormous amounts of wealth, which nonetheless continues to be exploited by a small class of capitalists. In other words, the bourgeois society of exchange will be overcome because it has already been overcome by the industrial forces of production. This is the case whether we think it's good or not. Marxism was originally distinguished from other forms of socialism and worker-politics in that it thought there was no possibility of a return to bourgeois society, even if we thought it desirable.
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Capitalism, for Marx, is not identical to 'bourgeois society', meaning a society of commodity production and exchange
Most posts I see from defenders of capitalism make this mistake. They think that Marxists are opposed in principle to bourgeois society as such, meaning a society based on voluntary commodity production and exchange. Marxists themselves have made this misconception inevitable, since the old distinction between capitalism and bourgeois society has been long forgotten.
What is bourgeois society?
Bourgeois society is essentially a society based on the principles of co-operative town life, as opposed to traditionally hierarchical agrarian societies (bourgeois=townsperson). Bourgeois society means the abolition of caste or estate, meaning that everyone is formally (juridically) equal to one another. This society is based on labour: people work in order to create commodities, and then exchange these commodities with each other voluntarily. The butcher sells meat to buy candles from the candlestick maker. Marx thought bourgeois society represented a gigantic leap forward in the development of freedom in history.
What is capitalism?
Capitalism is the self-contradiction and crisis of this bourgeois society as a result of the industrial revolution. Why does the industrial revolution represent a crisis for bourgeois society? Firstly, because the industrial forces of production dispossess the vast majority of society's members. Because of industrialism, a single capitalist can put every candlestick maker out of business. So what happens to the candlestick makers? Dispossessed of their property, they are left with only their labour power left to sell. They must show up to the factory gates begging for work.
Why is this a problem though? Primarily because bourgeois society only functions when most members have some form of property. This is what allows them to interact with each other as equals, in a broad sense.
While the candlestick maker is being put out of business, the peasant is also being cleared off his land. Small-holder peasant production is liquidated by capitalist agriculture and the breakdown of feudalism. This peasantry floods into the cities looking for work, again with nothing but their labour-power to exchange. The downwardly mobile petit-bourgeois and the peasantry form a new class, called the proletariat. This class is paradoxical. They are bourgeois, in the sense of being modern townspeople. They have bourgeois habits of mind and outlook, believing in things like liberty, equality and fraternity. But, unlike the bourgeois, they have no property to exchange except their labour-power. They therefore lack any interest in upholding the old bourgeois society of exchange, since the exchange of their labour-power leads only to their exploitation. The more they work, the more they deplete their only property -- their ability to work -- while making their employer richer. The accruing wealth of the industrial capitalist only increases their ability to exploit further. This was not the case in the example of exchange between the bourgeois butcher and candlestick maker above. In that case, both parties benefitted from the exchange. As a result, we're left with a paradoxical situation of a bourgeois society in which the vast majority of members are not bourgeois, and lose any interest in upholding the old bourgeois society of exchange. Their interest becomes the reclamation of capital, which represents their congealed labour exploited by the industrial capitalist. Bourgeois society has already broken down, but now the proletarians feel the need to go beyond it entirely and onto a new principle. This new principle, called socialism, is one suited to the industrial forces of production, which have already socialized labour and created enormous amounts of wealth, which nonetheless continues to be exploited by a small class of capitalists. In other words, the bourgeois society of exchange will be overcome because it has already been overcome by the industrial forces of production. This is the case whether we think it's good or not. Marxism was originally distinguished from other forms of socialism and worker-politics in that it thought there was no possibility of a return to bourgeois society, even if we thought it desirable.
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2023.05.31 03:02 kyra-sky Re: Exorcism
I know this is not a group for exorcists, but consider Christ's words when he talks about how his followers should be able to step on snakes and scorpions. "Look, I have given you authority over all the power of the enemy, and you can walk among snakes and scorpions and crush them. Nothing will injure you. " Luke 10:19
Also in my journey, I am learning that exorcism can be learned. Even I learned to do it to some extent. It is hard to work on myself, however (e.g. like doing surgery on my own body/head/etc.)
This is why I am looking for exorcism help. I have these beings who entered my body at work, of all places. This company was extremely toxic and these beings took a liking to a co-worker there. This was back in 2016. In 2020, they learned to speak fluent English. I can literally talk to them like on the phone. They can also psychically read situations. I do not know what they are. But they are like psychopaths- very manipulative and power hungry, no accountability and no empathy. If they show a nice side, it is really a mask.
They verbally abuse me every day with any and all kinds of disgusting statements. Also they read all my thoughts and emotions. Every time a thought pops up, there is all this drama and chattering, responding to it. SUPER ANNOYING. The verbal nonsense started three years ago in 2020....every single day. No one has been able to help. It's not that people are not able to. Most of them simply want to see things through their own paradigm and defend it, instead of focusing on helping.
And no this is NOT a psychiatric issue. I do not even test for schizophrenia. I saw the assessment questions for this disorder. They have nothing to do with this situation. Also I write for a living and would not be able to create content if this were the case. Psychiatrists CANNOT help. Why? All they can do is talk to me. Talking will not get rid of these beings. And their prescriptions will also not get rid of the beings. There are also dangerous side effects associated with any kind of drug.
I have been to Christians and Catholics for help. They always try to blame my non-Christian path and things like tarot cards and crystals. There are so many other ways demons etc. can enter your life and it always seems like they just want to blame other spiritual paths. If you read the book, "It Didn't Start With You" by Mark Wolynn, you will learn evidence that our lives, our stories, our emotions and our personalities are strongly templated from the stories of our ancesters. I believe these issues with these beings is a template from my family where we do have psychopaths and narcs. I notice a lot of parallels.
Many psychopaths feel entitled to taking things that they want from other people. The person in my family felt entitled to taking money from bank accounts (as just one example). These beings feel entitled to taking my soul, or some soul part. I know this is delusional, but they keep trying (is the problem). They do not like themselves and hope that my stealing my soul/soul part they can become new beings.
All I hear from them is "we hate who we are." I mean, if you hate yourself for doing stupid and harmful stuff, then STOP. However, they do not want to stop. Another thing about psychopaths is that they really make it their life's mission to subjugate their victim/ target...this "never give up" attitude. Everything is black or white, someone is the winner and the other person is the loser. They want to make sure they are the winner, the more powerful one.
Can anyone refer me to Christian occult practitioners? Ideally it would be best if they were in Southern California. Remotely, I am thinking that figure candles (representing me) may help. I am doing my own experiments and I am able to shift some energy using this method. But I am just a novice. Plus these beings bother me non-stop. It would really help to have someone to assist. One of their driving factors is simply attention seeking. By me trying to do this work myself throughout the day, I am giving them attention.
As someone who is not really a skilled metaphysician, even I have learned to cast out ( different beings) who cause my neighbor to cough for hours. He literally stops in seconds when I tell them to "get out." They keep coming back. And I keep having to tell them to "get out." This is why I think exorcism CAN be learned.
This guy from the 1980's teaches regular people - (20+) Watch Facebook . I do not know if this will help.
I do not think any ONE approach will be perfect. But I think it is important to take a scientific approach, testing out different things and noticing the results.
When I was scouring FB for help, I noticed these groups where there are a lot of people suffering from things in their bodies. And no one really helps them. This type of skill is really important. I do not think people should have to suffer. In a perfect world, we should have skilled exorcists who would be able to offer this help for free (or by donation). Exorcism should not be stigmatized as something bad. It's like the police apprehending dangerous criminals so that we can live safely and peacefully. Instead of calling upon Archangel Michael, we should be trying to become more like this archetype to counter evil so that humans can live free.
Also, even though exorcism can be done by Christians and Catholics, I also read that a guy named Apolloneus - The Pagan Jesus? - Apollonius of Tyana - Bing video also did the same miracles as Christ (around the time he was alive). He also removed demons. One of his methods was to write them letters or something. He did not believe in sacrifices because God (and higher gods) are supposed to be an enlightened beings who do not need sacrifices. He simply used his intellect to connect to higher realms of thought and emotion to harness his supernatural powers (instead of getting permission from God etc.)
Is there anyone here who can help me with these beings?
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Also in my journey, I am learning that exorcism can be learned. Even I learned to do it to some extent. It is hard to work on myself, however (e.g. like doing surgery on my own body/head/etc.)
This is why I am looking for exorcism help. I have these beings who entered my body at work, of all places. This company was extremely toxic and these beings took a liking to a co-worker there. This was back in 2016. In 2020, they learned to speak fluent English. I can literally talk to them like on the phone. They can also psychically read situations. I do not know what they are. But they are like psychopaths- very manipulative and power hungry, no accountability and no empathy. If they show a nice side, it is really a mask.
They verbally abuse me every day with any and all kinds of disgusting statements. Also they read all my thoughts and emotions. Every time a thought pops up, there is all this drama and chattering, responding to it. SUPER ANNOYING. The verbal nonsense started three years ago in 2020....every single day. No one has been able to help. It's not that people are not able to. Most of them simply want to see things through their own paradigm and defend it, instead of focusing on helping.
And no this is NOT a psychiatric issue. I do not even test for schizophrenia. I saw the assessment questions for this disorder. They have nothing to do with this situation. Also I write for a living and would not be able to create content if this were the case. Psychiatrists CANNOT help. Why? All they can do is talk to me. Talking will not get rid of these beings. And their prescriptions will also not get rid of the beings. There are also dangerous side effects associated with any kind of drug.
I have been to Christians and Catholics for help. They always try to blame my non-Christian path and things like tarot cards and crystals. There are so many other ways demons etc. can enter your life and it always seems like they just want to blame other spiritual paths. If you read the book, "It Didn't Start With You" by Mark Wolynn, you will learn evidence that our lives, our stories, our emotions and our personalities are strongly templated from the stories of our ancesters. I believe these issues with these beings is a template from my family where we do have psychopaths and narcs. I notice a lot of parallels.
Many psychopaths feel entitled to taking things that they want from other people. The person in my family felt entitled to taking money from bank accounts (as just one example). These beings feel entitled to taking my soul, or some soul part. I know this is delusional, but they keep trying (is the problem). They do not like themselves and hope that my stealing my soul/soul part they can become new beings.
All I hear from them is "we hate who we are." I mean, if you hate yourself for doing stupid and harmful stuff, then STOP. However, they do not want to stop. Another thing about psychopaths is that they really make it their life's mission to subjugate their victim/ target...this "never give up" attitude. Everything is black or white, someone is the winner and the other person is the loser. They want to make sure they are the winner, the more powerful one.
Can anyone refer me to Christian occult practitioners? Ideally it would be best if they were in Southern California. Remotely, I am thinking that figure candles (representing me) may help. I am doing my own experiments and I am able to shift some energy using this method. But I am just a novice. Plus these beings bother me non-stop. It would really help to have someone to assist. One of their driving factors is simply attention seeking. By me trying to do this work myself throughout the day, I am giving them attention.
As someone who is not really a skilled metaphysician, even I have learned to cast out ( different beings) who cause my neighbor to cough for hours. He literally stops in seconds when I tell them to "get out." They keep coming back. And I keep having to tell them to "get out." This is why I think exorcism CAN be learned.
This guy from the 1980's teaches regular people - (20+) Watch Facebook . I do not know if this will help.
I do not think any ONE approach will be perfect. But I think it is important to take a scientific approach, testing out different things and noticing the results.
When I was scouring FB for help, I noticed these groups where there are a lot of people suffering from things in their bodies. And no one really helps them. This type of skill is really important. I do not think people should have to suffer. In a perfect world, we should have skilled exorcists who would be able to offer this help for free (or by donation). Exorcism should not be stigmatized as something bad. It's like the police apprehending dangerous criminals so that we can live safely and peacefully. Instead of calling upon Archangel Michael, we should be trying to become more like this archetype to counter evil so that humans can live free.
Also, even though exorcism can be done by Christians and Catholics, I also read that a guy named Apolloneus - The Pagan Jesus? - Apollonius of Tyana - Bing video also did the same miracles as Christ (around the time he was alive). He also removed demons. One of his methods was to write them letters or something. He did not believe in sacrifices because God (and higher gods) are supposed to be an enlightened beings who do not need sacrifices. He simply used his intellect to connect to higher realms of thought and emotion to harness his supernatural powers (instead of getting permission from God etc.)
Is there anyone here who can help me with these beings?
2023.05.31 02:22 Creepy-Reveal1010 Any ideas of what to put on console table?
 | I’m selling my house and trying to stage it but I can’t figure out what to put mostly on the bottom of this console table. I ordered more of the candle holders of 3 different heights for the top but the bottom I can’t figure out. Thanks! submitted by Creepy-Reveal1010 to interiordecorating [link] [comments] |
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Forget everything you know about boring investments, because CatDoge is here to shake things up! In just one week since its launch, CatDoge has skyrocketed an incredible 120% and shows no signs of slowing down. And guess what? You have a chance to be part of this exhilarating ride!
We're not just any ordinary token; we're a community-driven meme token with a bold vision for the future. Remember the beloved animated show CatDog from the 90s? Well, we've taken inspiration from it and turned it into a phenomenon of its own!
Our mission is crystal clear: to create a token that brings people together, with a low market cap that has the potential to generate massive profits through amazing rewards. From day one, we've been market-ready, armed with an exciting game, a well-defined roadmap, and a team of seasoned professionals who know how to make things happen.
But that's not all! As a holder of $Cat, you can earn a whopping 5% Doge rewards. That's right—just by being part of our community, you'll have the opportunity to reap the benefits of the booming Doge market.
We're not stopping there, though. We're headed to the moon and beyond! Our marketing plans for every milestone we achieve are out of this world. And here's the best part: we're 100% creator-owned and operated, which means you can connect with us anytime, day or night, and even join our thrilling daily AMA sessions.
Now, why should you choose CatDoge? Well, our project thrives on the support of our incredible community, strong leadership, and meticulously crafted marketing strategies. We value transparency above all else, and there are no team tokens to worry about. Rest assured, your investment is in safe hands.
Meme coins are the future, and time and time again, they have proven to be the gateway to generational wealth. With CatDoge, you're looking at a low market cap gem that has boundless potential for growth. So, what are you waiting for?
With a mere 6% tax on buys and sells, CatDoge presents an irresistible opportunity. And guess what? The perfect time to jump in is now! Don't miss out on this thrilling adventure. Visit our official website to learn more about CatDoge and join our electric Telegram group for the latest news and updates. Get ready to embark on the most exciting crypto journey of your life!
2023.05.30 23:19 letstalkaboutbras [SELL][US] Destashing intensifies! More new items from drugstore to high end makeup, skincare, & brushes 👀
Hello again!
Payment via PayPal G&S. Shipping starts at $4.50 for a small item depending on zip and increases with weight (USPS). Shipping from the East Coast. $10 min before shipping preferred. All item conditions are noted and pictured best as I can. Most are brand new.
Please don't ghost. It's okay if you change your mind. NIL based on timestamps. Note that I have some of these items listed on other platforms as well and will adjust the availability accordingly.
I'm very careful to keep my makeup clean and protected, keeping original packaging where I can. Smoke- and pet-free home. Always masking. See this wonderful feedback from previous buyer 1, 2 and 3 as references 😊
Please comment below before sending a Reddit chat since I can't see those on mobile.
Swaplist:
New only: Dior beige mitzah, Rose Montaigne or Pink Corolle mono eyeshadows. Trestique Summer Glow & Go set from Boxy. Try me on Sephora Lipstories balms (I already have shades 07 and 08 and a couple others), must be sealed.
Eyes
Mascara -$10 $9 for all
Face
Lips - New
Lips - Swatched or Gentle Use
Brushes - Take all for $22
Skincare
Fragrance & Body
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Payment via PayPal G&S. Shipping starts at $4.50 for a small item depending on zip and increases with weight (USPS). Shipping from the East Coast. $10 min before shipping preferred. All item conditions are noted and pictured best as I can. Most are brand new.
Please don't ghost. It's okay if you change your mind. NIL based on timestamps. Note that I have some of these items listed on other platforms as well and will adjust the availability accordingly.
I'm very careful to keep my makeup clean and protected, keeping original packaging where I can. Smoke- and pet-free home. Always masking. See this wonderful feedback from previous buyer 1, 2 and 3 as references 😊
Please comment below before sending a Reddit chat since I can't see those on mobile.
Swaplist:
New only: Dior beige mitzah, Rose Montaigne or Pink Corolle mono eyeshadows. Trestique Summer Glow & Go set from Boxy. Try me on Sephora Lipstories balms (I already have shades 07 and 08 and a couple others), must be sealed.
Eyes
Mascara -
- Dior Diorshow Volume Mascara, 1.5ml travel size, BNIB - $5
- MAC Stack Superstack Micro Brush mascara mini, BN - $4
- Tarte Lights Camera Lashes mascara deluxe size, BN, 1 available - $3
- Tarte Chrome Paint Shadow Pot in Martini (bronzed olive), BNIB - $13
- NYX Jumbo Eye Pencil in Iced Mocha, swatched - $2
- Colourpop Colour Stix eyeshadow stick in Devotion, swatched & sharpened - $3
- Colourpop Colour Stix eyeshadow stick in Hyde, swatched - $3
- Nudestix Magnetic Eye Color in Smoke, FS, BN/sealed - $13
- Revlon So Fierce! Prismatic Shadow Palette, Slight Flex, swatched/light use - $4
- Sephora Collection colorful metal effect eyeshadow in 07 Volcano Land (metallic brown), arrived broken, pushed back into the pan - $1 or free with purchase $10+
- Sephora Collection colorful shimmer eyeshadow in 254 Diving In (blue), very delicately swatched - $3
- Elf Bite Size Mini eyeshadow palette in Rose Water, light usage - $1
- Elf Bite Size Mini eyeshadow palette in Mint to Be, light usage - $1
- Elf No Budge Eyeshadow Stick in Champagne Crystal, used & sharpened 1x - $1
- ArtDeco eyeshadow refill, 218 - soft brown mauve, swatched - FWP
- Phase Zero shimmer eyeshadow in Nude Newbie, usage shown - FWP
Face
- bareMinerals Original loose powder foundation SPF 15 in Golden Fair 04, full size, ~80% remaining - $13
- Colourpop Flexitarian Super Shock Cheek highlighter, gentle use shown - $5
- Charlotte Tilbury Beautiful Skin Radiant Concealer sampler card - FWP
Lips - New
- Bobbi Brown Crushed Lip Color in Ruby, travel size, BNIB - $8
- Bobbi Brown Luxe Lip Color in Parisian red, travel size, BN - $8
- Hourglass Confession Lipstick in "At Dusk" from the Limited Edition Sculpture Collection. Comes with the Limited Edition refillable holder and At Dusk refill (both never used). Holder fits any Confession lipstick refill (see below for more shades I have for sale). BN - $28
- Clinique Pop Plush Creamy Lip Gloss in 01 Black Honey, BNIB - $16
- Pat McGrath Labs Lust Lip Gloss in Flesh 6, travel size, BN - $5
- Revlon Super Lustrous Glass Shine Lipstick, Cherries in the Snow 004, BN/sealed (discontinued shade) - $10
- Catrice Plumping Lip Liner in 080 Press the Hot Button, BN - $1
- L'Oreal Infallible 8hr Pro Gloss, full size, shade Suede (peachy-pink gold duochrome), full size, BN - $4
- L'Oreal Infallible 8hr Pro Gloss, full size, shade Blush (pink shimmer), full size, BN - $4
Lips - Swatched or Gentle Use
- Hourglass Confession lipstick in "I Can't Wait" (refill only, will ship with no cap), swatched - $16
- Hourglass Confession lipstick in "If I Could" (refill only, will ship with no cap), used 1x - $12
- Hourglass Confession lipstick in "When I'm With You" (refill only, will ship with no cap), used 1x - $12
- Or take all 3 Hourglass refills for $35
- Bobbi Brown Crushed Lip Color in Ruby, travel size, gentle use - $4
- NYX Limited Edition Avatar Luminescent Lip Gloss, shade 01 Shimmering Waters, swatched - $5
- Too Faced Sex on the Peach mini lipstick, light usage shown - $1
- BareMinerals BarePro longwear lipstick deluxe mini, Petal, usage shown - FWP
- Tarte travel size busy gal gloss in Run This Town (watermelon with gold shimmer), swatched - $2
- Lipstick Queen Sinner lipstick in Peachy Nude Sinner, FS, very light usage shown - $10
- Urban Decay Vice Lipstick, Limited Edition Born to Run, Shade 66 (Rich Mauve-Nude), Comfort Matte finish, usage shown - $4
- Becca Ultimate Lipstick Love in Maroon, FS, very light usage shown - $5
- Catrice Loves PETA Limited Edition Demi Matt lipstick (similar to MAC powder kiss formula) in C01 Spread Empathy, gentle usage shown- $2
- Catrice Demi Matt Lipstick in 040 Exotic Nude, very light usage shown - $2
Brushes - Take all for $22
- Real Techniques Brush Crush Vol 2 Limited Edition 301 Foundation Brush in Galaxy; new, washed in unscented cleanser - $15 + free Sigma brush cleanser sample
- Luxie 231 Small Tapered Blender eyeshadow brush, washed once in unscented cleanser - $4
- Ebelin "Sommerblütentraum" Limited Edition dried flower clear handle eye blending brush, BN - $4
- Wet n Wild Pro Line Tapered Highlighting Brush P75, BN - $2
- Wet n Wild Pro Line Fluffly Blending Brush P20, BN - $2
- Wet n Wild Pro Line Dome Pencil Eye Brush, used once, washed in unscented cleanser - $1
Skincare
- Peach & Lily Power Calm Hydrating Gel Cleanser travel size 1oz, BN/sealed - $6
COSRX Acne Hero: Intensive 4-step kit for extra oily skin, BN, exp 2025-01/26.- Farmacy Honey Potion Plus Ceramide Hydration Mask mini, 9g, BN - $5
- Farmacy Green Clean Makeup Removing Cleansing Balm mini, 20 mL, BN - $5
- Sunday Riley Good Genes Lactic Acid Treatment, 5mL, BN - $4
- MAC Hyper Real Serumizer, 4mL, BN - $4
- Estée Lauder Advanced Night Repair Serum Synchronized Multi-Recovery Complex II, 7ml, BNIB - $10 (one remaining)
- Proactiv Deep Cleansing Face Wash, 2 oz, swatched - $3
- Awake Balance Shot antioxidant concentrate mini, BN - $1
- Tarte Sugar Rush Don't Hate Hydrate oil-free moisturizer, 5mL - $1
- Essence Coffee To Glow undereye treatment with caffeine, new - $2
Garnier SkinActive micellar water (Waterproof makeup version) 1oz, BN
Fragrance & Body
- Gucci Flora Gorgeous Gardenia EdP sample - FWP $15+
- Sanex Dermo Invisible Deodorant, 50mL, BN (EU item) - $4.25 each (3 listed, 6 total available)