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Loading out for a weekend set of shows in Kennewick with Leannan Sidhe – if you’re in the area, here’s the Facebook event, c’mon out! Leannan Sidhe is a trad- and trad-style band, so playing a renfaire is something they do on the regular, even if very little of the music is actually Renaissance-specific, and the weather is supposed to be great. See you there!
“For people who know about this thing—” the Diamond Raven warned.
“For people to know about it is truth! Is all of us who rotted for the Tzar laid to rest! Is everything that went wrong put better!” The deserter was foaming at the mouth. Raizel took a step back. He only spoke louder. “This is the thing that makes it all better! Do you understand? This is the truth that I deserted for!”
“But what is it?” Raizel asked for the third time.
It is a spell so dark your eyes cannot comprehend it. It is a spell so nasty that your mind will shy from it. It says that the Tzar who won the Seventh War did so with the darkest of magics. It says that he bled his own people’s souls to do so, and did so knowingly. It may shake the foundations of your world. It may change everything. It may change nothing, save that people will know exactly how far their Tzars will go to hold on to this Empire.
They have languished long enough. :/
That the remainder cost approx. 800 SGD... well, will be a strain on my pockets, but I pray the pain is worth it.
EDIT: If you can't help, just say so. Don't have to tell me "I am sorry" or "At least you have some sales, but sadly most don't have".
EDIT 2: I was receiving responses like the ones seen above.
It was pretty, well-woven, and tidy, and it was just large enough that he could fit in it. Not particularly a hand-basket, if you were really going to think about the term as such.
Then again, most baskets were not man-sized, most baskets did not have lids, and most of them did not have wheels.
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
She was trying, she really was.
She wasn’t trying, perhaps, as hard as she ought to or as often as she ought to, but Arnbjörg was trying hard to accept this place. It was just...
“It’s so fucked up.” She threw up her hands.
“What?” Jaya turned to look at her. They were studying together on their bed, Jaye’s head on Arnbjörg’s shoulder. They hadn’t been talking at all; Arnbjörg had been glaring at her textbook and attempting to focus.
“This school. Everything about it. Babies.”
Offence. Volskaya industries. Backfill, with about 2:30 to go; first point taken, first third of second point taken, but they've been flailing. I grab D.va, and they waste about 2:15 just raggedly charging in, ignoring my group-up requests - tho' I did get the enemy to blow a few of their ults. And once I announce that my nerf is up, my team finally groups, mostly because hey, about out of time.
I lead the charge in. I get one and a mech with my nerf. One of our team gets someone else, I don't know who. I get my mecha back, charge in, kill a third.
Their Reaper drops in with his ult and kills FIVE OF US. Quadruple kill. It is, in fact, play of the game.
But he does not get me. I am the only member of my team alive.
I kill every remaining member of the enemy team and take the point in overtime, while the entire rest of my team is dead.
I gold in objective kills, but I don't even card.
I cannot imagine what that looked like to everyone else.
Meanwhile I'm laughing my ass off because, well, om mani padme hum. Not the sound of the chant, but it's literal meaning: the jewel in the heart of the lotus. Mystical people have been staring at this thing forever, because A) it's inspiring, B) it's really pretty, and C) when you're out of your body on a lot of other dimensions it tends to be right in front of your face and kind of hard to ignore. Which is okay because A and B. :D Anyhow, quantum mechanics might like to take a look at the prismatic branch of sacred art. Perhaps it will prove inspiring. Because quantum physics is where magic and science meet, which is why it's cool. I may not be able to hack the math, but quantum physics still makes my existential intelligence sit up and go squee.
On the downside, this means people are getting reeeeeaaaalllly close to figuring out graviton technology. This is about as relaxing as realizing that the toddler has just about figured out how to turn on the blowtorch. O_O