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2023.06.02 06:49 outfitterhimalaya Short Manaslu Trekking

Short Manaslu Trekking
Short Manaslu Trekking
Manaslu is quickly becoming one of Nepal’s most exciting trekking regions. The Manaslu Trek offers a splendid journey through lush, green lowlands up to alpine pastures and the Himalayan landscape surrounded by peaks. The main mountain attraction of this journey is Manaslu (8156 m, 26,758 ft), the world’s 8th peak, highlighted by the traditional villages that are surrounded by fertile farmland and glorious scenery. The area is full of wonder and surprises on the unspoiled trails of Nepal.
Short Manaslu Trekking offers extensive natural diversity from terraced fields to alpine lakes, glaciers, and mountain views. Manaslu has all the highlights but none of the crowds of the nearby Annapurna Region. The high point of our journey will be the Larkya La (5160 m/16,925 ft). On the way to this mountain pass, we visit many villages rich in ethnicities with people following a rural lifestyle. The customs of the land change as we climb higher and higher from Hindu to Buddhist culture.
The Manaslu region is on the border with Tibet and has been part of an old trade route linking cultures for centuries. The scenic landscape and surrounding peaks will be an unforgettable experience. Manaslu Trekking will offer a chance to visit regal monasteries nearby the villages built in the isolated lands below the peaks. We will explore side options to alpine lakes, a sacred cave, and remote valleys.
There are numerous options for exploration in the Manaslu area including the Tsum Valley, the Rupina La, and connecting with the Annapurna Circuit or even trying a ‘Trekking Peak’ in the area for people looking to summit a peak in the Himalayas!
There are many trekking program is Manaslu Region and we have 15 Days Manaslu Circuit Trek that includes your arrival and departure days to and from Nepal and a day tour in Kathmandu. However, We at Outfitter Himalaya offer a custom journey in the Manaslu Region, which can be organized to fit your convenient timetable for any date.
The customized itinerary and private departure are suitable for couples, families, charities, and small groups of friends who want to take off straight away. We look forward to guiding you into the world-renowned, unforgettable Manaslu Region for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the most wonderful scenery on the planet! Let us know your requirement and furthermore, here, we have given the detail of the shortest possible itinerary to complete the Manaslu Trek which is for 11 days.
Short Manaslu Trekking Highlights
The Short Manaslu Trekking is a popular trekking route in Nepal that offers a wide range of highlights for adventure enthusiasts. Here are some of the highlights of the Manaslu Trekking:
Spectacular views
Manaslu Trekking is renowned for its breathtaking views of the Himalayan range, including Manaslu, Annapurna, and Langtang peaks. You'll also pass through beautiful forests, hills, and rivers along the way.
Himalayan view on Short manaslu Trekking in Nepal!
Rich cultural experience
Trekking through the Manaslu region gives you an opportunity to experience the unique local culture of the ethnic groups that reside in the area, including the Gurungs, Tamangs, and Sherpas.
Manaslu Conservation Area
The Manaslu region is home to the Manaslu Conservation Area, which is home to a diverse range of flora and fauna. You'll get a chance to see rare animals like snow leopards, red pandas, and musk deer.
Larkya La Pass
The Larkya La Pass, situated at an elevation of 5,160m, is the highest point of the Manaslu Trekking. The pass provides stunning views of the Manaslu range and the surrounding landscape.
Unlike other popular trekking routes in Nepal, Manaslu Trekking is still a relatively less crowded and less commercialized trekking destination. This gives trekkers a chance to enjoy the natural beauty of the area in peace and solitude.
Is Manaslu Trekking safe?
Yes, Manaslu Trekking is generally considered a safe trekking destination in Nepal, as long as you take the necessary precautions and follow safety guidelines.
Like with any trekking or adventure activity in Nepal, there are some inherent risks involved, such as altitude sickness, slippery trails, and unpredictable weather. However, with proper planning, preparation, and an experienced guide, these risks can be minimized.
The Nepalese government requires trekkers to obtain a special trekking permit and be accompanied by a licensed guide to trek in the Manaslu region, which helps to ensure safety and minimize risks.
It is also important to be physically prepared for the trek and to take time to acclimatize to the altitude. Make sure to follow the guidance of your guide, stay hydrated, and take proper rest breaks.
Manaslu Trekking permits
Manaslu Trekking is a restricted trekking area in Nepal, and trekkers need to obtain special permits to trek in the region. Here are the types of permits required for the Manaslu Trekking:
Restricted Area Permit
All trekkers must obtain a Restricted Area Permit to trek in the Manaslu Region. This permit can only be obtained through a registered trekking agency in Nepal such as Outfitter Himalaya. The cost of the permit varies depending on the season and duration of the trek. Find the detail information of the restricted area permit here.
Manaslu Conservation Area Permit (MCAP)
This permit is also required to trek in the Manaslu Conservation Area. It can be obtained from the Nepal Tourism Board in Kathmandu individually or through a trekking company.
Annapurna Conservation Area Permit (ACAP)
The Manaslu Trekking route passes through the Annapurna Conservation Area, and therefore, trekkers need to obtain the ACAP permit as well. The permit can be obtained from the Nepal Tourism Board individually or through a trekking company.
It is important to note that the special trekking permit for the Manaslu Trekking must be obtained through a registered trekking agency in Nepal, and trekkers must be accompanied by a licensed guide.
Itinerary for the short Manaslu Trek: 11 Days
Day 01: Drive to Machha Khola
Day 02: Trek from Machha khola to Jagat
Day 03: Trek to Jagat to Deng
Day 04: Trek Deng to Namrung
Day 05: Trek to Namrung to Sama Gaun
Day 06: Day of Rest and Acclimatization at Sama Gaon
Day 07: Trek Samagarun to Samdo
Day 08: Trek from Samdo to Larkya La Phedi
Day 09: Trek from Phedi to Bhimtang via Larkya Pass
Day 10: Trek Bhimtang to Dharapani
Day 11: Drive to Kathmandu
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2023.06.02 06:27 gigitee Use ChatGpt to start travel planning vs asking city based subreddits.

I like helping people but the posts where people ask for travel advice without giving much in the way of budget, activities, or interests are not very productive. Happens a lot in /LosAngeles Normally, I just ignore them but figured I would post this tip. I Here is a sample of how ChatGpt can help you get started. You can easily iterate on things like restaurants as well.
User provide an itinerary for a 10 day trip to los angeles. I want to stay in no more than two hotels and want to be less than 30 miles from Disneyland and malibu beach. My hotel budget is $250 per night and the hotels should be in lower crime areas. ChatGPT Sure! Here's a sample itinerary for a 10-day trip to Los Angeles, considering your preferences for hotel location, budget, and proximity to Disneyland and Malibu Beach:
Day 1: Arrival in Los Angeles
Check into your first hotel located in a lower crime area within 30 miles of Disneyland. Rest and relax after your journey. Day 2: Disneyland
Spend the day exploring Disneyland Park and/or Disney California Adventure Park. Enjoy various rides, attractions, shows, and meet Disney characters. Day 3: Los Angeles City Exploration
Visit popular tourist spots in Los Angeles, such as the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Griffith Observatory, and the Getty Center. Explore the vibrant neighborhoods of Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Day 4: Universal Studios
Spend the day at Universal Studios Hollywood, enjoying thrilling rides and attractions based on popular movies. Explore the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and experience the studio tour. Day 5: Santa Monica and Malibu Beach
Check out of your first hotel and move to a hotel in a lower crime area within 30 miles of Malibu Beach. Visit Santa Monica Pier and enjoy the beach, amusement park rides, and lively atmosphere. In the afternoon, head to Malibu Beach and relax by the ocean. Day 6: Malibu Exploration
Explore Malibu further by visiting the Getty Villa, which houses an extensive collection of ancient art. Enjoy the scenic beauty and tranquility of Point Dume State Beach and Preserve. Indulge in delicious seafood at one of Malibu's renowned restaurants. Day 7: Griffith Park and Observatory
Visit Griffith Park and hike up to the Griffith Observatory for panoramic views of the city. Explore the observatory's exhibits and enjoy the planetarium shows. Take a leisurely stroll through the park and enjoy the outdoor activities. Day 8: Downtown Los Angeles
Spend the day in downtown Los Angeles, visiting attractions like The Broad (contemporary art museum), Grand Central Market (food hall), and Olvera Street (historic Mexican marketplace). Enjoy the vibrant nightlife and dining options in downtown LA. Day 9: Beach Day in Venice and Manhattan Beach
Spend the morning exploring the colorful Venice Beach boardwalk, with its street performers and unique shops. In the afternoon, head to Manhattan Beach for some sun, sand, and beach activities. Enjoy a beachfront dinner at one of the restaurants overlooking the ocean. Day 10: Departure
Check out of your hotel and depart from Los Angeles, concluding your trip. Please note that this itinerary is just a suggestion, and you can customize it based on your specific interests and preferences. Additionally, it's recommended to check the current status and operating hours of attractions and plan accordingly.
User recommend hotels for this stay that are a member of the hilton hotel chain ChatGPT Certainly! Here are two Hilton hotels that meet your criteria for a 10-day trip to Los Angeles, with proximity to both Disneyland and Malibu Beach, within a lower crime area, and a budget of $250 per night:
Hilton Anaheim Located approximately 13 miles from Disneyland. Offers comfortable rooms, on-site dining options, a pool, and a fitness center. It is situated in a safe area and provides convenient access to Disneyland Resort. The hotel is within your budget range. Hilton Woodland Hills/Los Angeles Situated approximately 24 miles from Malibu Beach. Features spacious rooms, a pool, fitness center, and on-site dining options. Located in Woodland Hills, which is considered a safe area. It offers a comfortable stay within your budget. Please note that hotel rates can vary based on the time of year and availability, so it's recommended to check the current rates and availability for your specific travel dates.
User change the location of the second hotel to something closer to hollywood ChatGPT Certainly! Here's an alternative Hilton hotel option closer to Hollywood:
Hilton Los Angeles/Universal City Located approximately 6 miles from Hollywood. Offers comfortable rooms, on-site dining options, a pool, and a fitness center. Situated in a safe area and provides convenient access to Universal Studios Hollywood and other Hollywood attractions. The hotel is within your budget range. This hotel is closer to Hollywood, allowing for easier exploration of Hollywood's attractions, such as the Walk of Fame, TCL Chinese Theatre, and Hollywood Boulevard.
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2023.06.02 05:56 NeedleworkerSad357 Overview of the Blackmail Running Our World

This post is an overview of the blackmail tactics used to control most of the influential people and governments around the world. Obviously I cannot cover everything in a single post, so as with my previous posts I highly encourage you to research further yourself. All sources and links are at the bottom of the post. An understanding of what trauma-based mind control programming (MKULTRA/MONARCH) is, and how it works, is again necessary to understanding much of this. My other posts here:
The world is run on blackmail, mind control, and shame.
There exist many collections of videotapes of 'high-up' people engaging in some of the worst, sickest things imaginable. Drugs, torture, pedophilia, and murder are common themes to these videos. These tapes are in the hands of many different people, groups, and especially intelligence agencies. 'Honey-trap' operations are constantly being run to gather compromising and incriminating evidence on people of importance. Child slaves will be used to compromise people on video. Global leaders are often covertly videotaped doing perverted things with sex slaves sent to them by intelligence agencies, the Illuminati, or other groups, and this is then leveraged. Rape and murder of a child (forced or not), one of the most repulsive things possible, is many times filmed to ensure future compliance.
"Back in 1966, Rothstein became the first police detective assigned to investigate the prostitution industry. Almost immediately he discovered an underground sexual blackmail operation that compromised politicians with child prostitutes. ‘Human Compromise’ is what he labelled the honey-trap process. Rothstein and his colleagues found that approximately 70 percent of top US Government leaders were compromised in this way. Rothstein said, the CIA conducted the human compromise operation, while the FBI was tasked with covering up any leaks."
"One of the things I found out over the last ten years of studying governments and listening to intelligence and counter-intelligence is that those in government are sexually compromised, and their sexual secrets are collected and then they are promoted into governments and into judiciaries and into all the positions of importance. Paedophilia is the preferred dirt as it is easily photographed, easily presented in a range of media, immensely shameful, and the public demands your resignation."
"Paul Bonacci, one of the victim-witnesses in the Franklin affair, also clearly stated Larry King used him in blackmail operations in New York and Washington. The latter was in connection with the activities of a close associate of Larry King, Craig Spence, who was involved in a prostitution ring consisting of underaged boys that were supplied to Washington's upper class, which went right up to the White House."
"Sexually bent politicians in denial of their sexuality to the public are a threat to their own country and policies. They are easily setup, photographed, politically bribed, toppled, and supported in the destruction of their country. This method of altering a country’s policies is epidemic and now endemic to politics."
"Bob (Hope) was politically connected and knew how to lure people in and insure they would work for him. He invited them to his parties and dangled various kinds of illegal or immoral perversions in their faces. Once their perversions were uncovered, he could blackmail or control them. That is how Bob worked. Bob was very good at this. I watched him do it to people over and over. He lured them in, detected their weaknesses, then used that knowledge in his favor, for his connections, and ultimately for his personal gain."
These blackmail 'practices' are often used in conjunction with trauma-based mind control. This mind control is an integral component of, and is deeply intertwined with child trafficking, sex slavery, Satanic ritual abuse, and many other horrific crimes. Many of the children used for blackmail are programmed, and many of the people being blackmailed (including (sometimes future) politicians, leaders, presidents, etc.) are also programmed themselves.
"My personal belief, based on my experiences, is that over the years, more leaders were under mind control."
"Fritz Springmeier notes that 'It is a standard tactic of the Illuminati, their New World Order and its various branches to use fear and blackmail to bring people into line.' Cheryl Beck had a 'sexy Sadie' program that was used to blackmail government and military people as a child prostitute seductress. Cathy O’Brien’s daughter Kelly was 'being prostituted to the CIA for blackmail purposes.' Svali notes that using child prostitutes to blackmail political leadership outside of the Illuminati was very common."
"Beryl-Green said Epstein knew about MKULTRA. He was into mind-controlling victims and satanic ritual abuse (SRA). Epstein was into DNA mixing, human cloning and he knew about New World Order plans."
"This dirty game has been honed to a fine art, which is a standard feature of the Illuminati/intelligence groups. The CIA term for blackmail is an 'OK FIX.' When they use a person’s past sins to force someone to do something they refer to this as 'biographic leverage.' Any weak point in a person can and will be exploited. Sexual entrapment for blackmail is referred to as a 'HONEY TRAP'. Black widow alters are being trained and sent out for this purpose. In order to blackmail, or threaten, you have to have something to threaten the person with. Men are frequently entrapped by sexual behavior which is criminal. Sometimes they are also entrapped by murder. The Monarch slave will be allowed to have children so that they can be blackmailed into complying to save the children or grandchildren. The Monarch slave in turn may be used to blackmail others. Certain alters are trained in this. A Monarch Beta model is highly trained in seduction. Many politicians and ministers are operating under blackmail today. The extent that blackmail is being used by the NWO would boggle people’s minds. Porn films are taken of the Monarch victims, so that they can be used to blackmail the victim. Monarch victims are forced to commit ritual murders which are photographed and then used to blackmail the mind-controlled victim."
Intelligence agencies all over the world utilize blackmail, routinely employing and exploiting it as much as possible. It is an extremely important 'tool' of theirs. Operations are done to gather the incriminating evidence.
"Other 'neutralisations' verge on the bizarre. An individual who must remain nameless for a variety of reasons - but whose name is known to this writer - underwent an experience that is both horrific and chilling. I shall call this individual 'Mr. X' or, simply, 'X'. Mr. X was a leader of one of the largest CIA-backed Contra groups. He recently testified before the US Senate Intelligence Committee. Formerly, X was a senior executive in a South American subsidiary of a leading US soft drinks corporation. During his Senate testimony, he denied any knowledge of CIA involvement in the narcotics trade, adding that condoning such activity would have been foreign to his way of life. Not so, says Tatum. Mr. X had been recruited into the CIA by then-Director William Casey, with the assistance of Oliver North. In 1990, when Nicaraguan leader Daniel Ortega announced there would be 'free elections', X was ecstatic. He began jostling for position and asked President Bush to ensure he be given a prominent position in the new government - in return for his years of toil at the behest of the CIA and the Enterprise. The pressure came in a form that Bush could not ignore. Failure to help his friend would result in X's intimate knowledge of Bush's involvement in the dope trade being made public. His threat left Bush with a sour taste. A Pegasus team was assigned to 'neutralise' him in early 1990. Mr. X, Tatum states, 'fancied himself a lover of women. Tall, large-breasted blondes were his favourite. It was determined that, if effectively neutralised, [X] could be an asset. Therefore, it was decided that intimidation would be used to control [X].' They chose to use the drug Scopolamine, which also went by the nickname 'Burundanga' or 'the Voodoo drug'. The drug is extracted from the pods of a flowering shrub that grows in remote regions of South America. In its processed, powdered form, Scopolamine is 'void of smell, void of taste'. When properly administered 'it causes absolute obedience' without this being 'observable by others'. Importantly, the target will not recall any of the events that occurred during the period they were under the spell of the drug. Tatum states that X was invited to spend a relaxing weekend at a luxury hotel as a guest of his friend George Bush. His host for the weekend was a trusted 18-year veteran field-intelligence officer. The evening started with cocktails and was followed by a fine meal. ''Nothing but the best' were the orders.' Following the meal, he was ushered into the suite of a 'blonde bombshell' supplied by the CIA. Mr. X had already ingested a dose of Burundanga during pre-dinner cocktails. X was gallant with the blonde as they both moved into the bedroom where video cameras were already set up in one corner. In short order, the blonde had X standing naked in front of her and began to indulge his desires. All the while, the video cameras whirred. Slowly stripping off, the 'blonde' revealed his manhood in all its glory. Mr. X was instructed to reciprocate the favour and perform fellatio. He obliged, his intimate activities recorded at 24 frames a second on videotape. Tatum says the male prostitute was hired from a bar in New York and killed that same evening. Two weeks later, X - wholly unaware of the events of that evening - was visited in Nicaragua. He was presented with a copy of the video footage, along with instructions. Tatum says that X can never allow that video to be seen: 'Not only does it reveal his homosexuality, but it also reveals his bestiality and satanic worship rituals.' As frame after frame flicked by, X reportedly wept, forced to watch himself kill his homosexual 'lover' and then engage in the most grisly cannabalistic ritual imaginable. Neutralised, Mr. X became a leading member of the Nicaraguan government a few short weeks later."
"Check out the FBI records on Scarlett: What was his original HOOK that got him so deeply embedded into UK Illuminati culture? He murdered the nanny of Lord Lucan in the 1970's. Lucan wasn't actually involved. Scarlett got it wrong. He was under mind control at the time. How we all laughed on his training sessions when we heard that one. Not funny, really. We were all in the same boat. Each had something terrible attached to us, in our past. That is all part and parcel of the Illuminati contract. Young people forced under mind control to commit murder when young and then later on, picked up by British Intelligence to be used and abused as they wished - as loyal servants of the British Crown. One can only hope that by exposing these HOOKS, that some sort of amnesty can prevail. If these people are freed from the demonic Illuminati contract by exposing their HOOKS - one can only hope that they will come forward as a sizeable and influential body of political and public figures, in order to put an end to it. Here's hoping. Check out Rimington's hook to see what sort of mind ran MI5 for so long. It's a game called 'mafia' and it is ALL about blackmail."
"...He had previously signed off on Epstein’s 'sweetheart deal' because Epstein 'had belonged to intelligence.' Acosta, then serving as US attorney for Southern Florida, had also been told by unspecified figures at the time that he needed to give Epstein a lenient sentence because of his links to 'intelligence.'"
"Detective Rothstein found that the CIA were behind a blackmail operation in which child prostitutes were used to honey-trap and compromise politicians, military brass, top businessmen, and key government officials. Rothstein, who arrested the key Watergate perpetrator, said Watergate solely concerned this human compromise racket, and specifically was an attempt to obtain a list of compromised pedophile VIPs and their proclivities that was held at the Democratic National Headquarters."
"Michael Aquino was in the military. He had top Pentagon clearances. He was a pedophile. He was a Satanist. He founded the Temple of Set. And he was a close friend of Anton LaVey. The two of them were very active in ritualistic sexual abuse. And they deferred funding from this government program to use in this experimentation on children. Where they deliberately split off the personalities of these children into multiples, so that when they're questioned or put under oath or questioned under lie detector, that unless the operator knows how to question a multiple-personality disorder, they turn up with no evidence. They used these kids to sexually compromise politicians or anyone else they wish to have control of...they were taken to be used by professional pedophiles. People that have the money to buy what they want, take the kids wherever they want...and by splitting the children’s personalities they could then train each one of the personalities to do a different function. And the rest of the personalities within that host personality would not be aware of it or remember it."
"Vinson also told Nick Bryant that Spence and Larry King were 'partners' and 'hooked up with the CIA', stating specifically that 'King and Spence were in business together, and their business was pedophilic blackmail.' They were transporting children all over the country. They would arrange for children to be flown into Washington, DC and also arrange for influential people in DC to be flown out to the Midwest and meet these kids. Per Vinson, Larry King had confided in him that he had clients who liked to torture and even kill children: 'King said they had clients who actually liked having sex with kids as they tortured or killed the kid. I found that totally unbelievable.' After Vinson said this to Nick Bryant, he asked Bryant later on in the interview if King’s disclosure had indeed been true. He was unaware at the time that other evidence, including witness testimony, had suggested that it was."
"According to fugitive ex-CIA officer Frank Terpil, CIA-directed sexual blackmailing operations were intensive in Washington at about the time of the Watergate scandal. One of those operations, Terpil claims, was run by his former partner, Ed Wilson. Wilson's base of operations for arranging trysts for the politically powerful was, Terpil says, Korean agent Ton Sun Park’s George Town Club. In a letter to the author, Terpil explained that ‘Historically, one of Wilson’s Agency jobs was to subvert members of both houses [of Congress] by any means necessary. Certain people could be easily coerced by living out their sexual fantasies in the flesh...A remembrance of these occasions was permanently recorded via selected cameras...The technicians in charge of filming were TSD [Technical Services Division of the CIA]...The unwitting porno stars advanced in their political careers, some of whom may still be in office.'"
"Intelligence and counter intelligence ‘work’, and they ‘work together’ to create scenarios that are so unbelievable that they cannot be published in the mainstream media, and if they are, they will appear like a joke. The information to blackmail a country, to blackmail its politicians, to blackmail its Prime Ministers and Presidents, to blackmail its judges and lawyers is a very serious matter."
The Illuminati and other cults also engage in the same blackmail operations. There is a huge overlap between secret societies/cults and intelligence, with top intelligence usually being run by them. All of them do this.
"I was able to have first hand access to the Jeffrey Epstein case investigation documents. According to the documents, Epstein was the head of a global fraternity related to the Shriners called The Royal Order of Jesters. This order is covered with scandals and lawsuits related to human trafficking, but they are very protected because many members of the order are high-profile political figures and businessmen. It is crazy how these people manage to operate under the radar for so many years, decades...Now you may ask how they do this? Easy...By using blackmail tactics, they manage to have Judges and Law Enforcement licking their feet. That's how Jeffery Epstein got assassinated. After he was out of the game, the whole business is run by other people. Major names are involved and many high-profile people who are all bound to the order by means of blackmail. This is particularly disturbing when you find out that the cases of Catholic priests involved in sex scandals are events organized by The Order of Jesters. They run blackmail operations with the purpose of seducing people in power...With those videos in their power, the careers and the public image of many people are in the Jester's hands. They are free to do anything, they can turn even the President of the United States into a slave."
-- "Jeffrey Epstein Post" [7]
"Illuminati 'FROG ON A LILYPAD' programming: The FROG as a paedophile - with no 'tadpole tail/tale', as in no memory of what he/she has done until they get past 40 years old. It becomes clear that so many people were forced to be paedophiles and to abuse their children - only to wake up to all of this later on - post 40 years old. Then to have Stella Rimington on their doorstep with a videotape - telling them that she will send it to the police if they do not do precisely what she says. The ultimate blackmail weapons combined: A tape of you committing paedophilia - and even worse - incest with your own children. Guaranteed to 'silence' most people for life. The scope of this Illuminati blackmail project has been immense, in British society and it has to be exposed. There is safety in numbers."
"(Sue) Arrigo adds that the kids with the most smarts and/or looks, about 5% are skimmed off the top by the Luciferians in charge like the Bushes and used as either spies or corporate sex slaves or both. They’re typically pimped out on high priced loans to influential politicians as house boy and girls to ensure the puppets in Congress are happy and blackmail-able for control."
"The Masonic leadership of Freemasonry in a given area will have thousands of 'blackmail' files on essentially everyone of importance in their area. Upper echelon people such as judges, lawyers, and politicians are generally controlled via IRS infringements, and many of the lower echelon people are controlled through weird sexual items. This is where the Delta and Beta Monarch slaves are so helpful to the Illuminati. (This information comes from several witnesses who are informed about the blackmail files & their methods for blackmailing.)"
These people are already in power, and have set their system up so that nobody rises to a prominent, powerful, or influential position without being selected, extensively compromised, controllable, and usually under mind control. They are all 'in it together', and because of this they protect eachother. Most have 'insurance' on one another.
"The most common phrase associated with that one was ‘talk about the pot calling the kettle black’, meaning that each Illuminati slave had been caught on camera and from an early age – doing something terrible – as Rimington was fond of saying ‘we are all as bad as each other and all in it together.’"
"Oftentimes when I and others were prostituted to various government (New World Order) leaders, Dante had hidden cameras filming perverse sexual acts apparently for future blackmail leverage. These videos were scandalous in proportion and were usually ordered by Reagan. Dante turned the videos over to Reagan, and covertly kept copies to protect himself. Dante converted a small room of his Beverly Hills mansion into a security vault, where he kept his personal copies of the international blackmail porn tapes there. Blackmail was openly initiated to ensure that each criminal participant understood that if one fell, they all fell. Maintaining 'dirt' on each other through this Mafia-style method was seemingly the only way these criminals implementing the New World Order kept each other 'honest.'"
"The Watergate break-in was strictly based on one thing - the pedophile records that were being kept at the Democratic National Headquarters."
"In 1972, Rothstein arrested one of the five Watergate burglars, CIA operative Frank Sturgis. During a subsequent two-hour interrogation, Rothstein discovered the truth about Watergate (plus Sturgis’ and the CIA’s involvement in the Bay of Pigs incident, and the related assassination of JFK). Sturgis told Rothstein, the Watergate burglars sought something they nicknamed ‘The Book’ which listed the Democratic and Republican politicians who accessed child prostitutes, their sexual proclivities, the amounts they paid to rape kids, etc."
There are certain places known for this, two famous examples being Little St. James island or Bohemian Grove (there are many, many others).
"For those of you who are interested in Bohemian Grove and the current list upon the Internet of those poor unsuspecting 'invitees' who will be pressganged into going (and subsequently blackmailed out of their minds afterwards, by the Illuminati)...the entrapment going on at Bohemian Grove is of an avaricious and esoteric nature - in relation to all of those unlucky 'invitees' who want to join this 'prestigious club' but then get videoed doing things that they wouldn't want anyone to know about - 'guests' who are then subsequently blackmailed out of their brains...and for the rest of their lives. But then that was what the Illuminati cult and their Sat B'hai contract has always been about...promising that you would get everything for nothing (if you agreed to be unquestioningly obedient to the Crown) and that you would now be part of an 'esoteric' prestigious Satanic club."
"Numerous videos are covertly produced at the supposedly secure political sex playground in northern California, Bohemian Grove. High tech undetectable cameras use fiber optics, and fish-eye lenses were in each of the elite club's numerous sexual perversion theme rooms. I was programmed and equipped to function in all rooms at Bohemian Grove in order to compromise specific government targets according to their personal perversions. 'Anything, anytime, anywhere with anyone' was my mode of operation at the Grove. My perception is that Bohemian Grove serves those ushering in the New World Order through mind control, and consists primarily of the highest Mafia and U.S. Government officials. Project Monarch mind controlled slaves were routinely abused there to fulfill the primary purpose of the club: purveying perversion. Bohemian Grove is reportedly intended to be used recreationally, providing a supposedly secure environment for politically affluent individuals to 'party' without restraint. The only business conducted there pertained to implementing the New World Order, through the proliferation of mind-control atrocities, giving the place an air of 'Masonic Secrecy'. The only room where business discussions were permitted was the small, dark lounge affectionately and appropriately referred to as the Underground. The wooden sign was carved to read: 'U.N.DERGROUND'. My purpose at the Grove was sexual in nature, and therefore my perceptions were limited to a sex slave's viewpoint. As an effective means of control to ensure undetected proliferation of their perverse indulgences, slaves such as myself were subjected to ritualistic trauma. Slaves of advancing age or with failing programming were sacrificially murdered 'at random' in the wooded grounds of Bohemian Grave, and I felt it was 'simply a matter of time until it would be me'. Rituals were held at a giant, concrete owl monument on the banks of the Russian River. These occultish sex rituals stemmed from the scientific belief that mind-controlled slaves required severe trauma to ensure compartmentalization of the memory. I witnessed the sacrificial death of a young, dark-haired victim at which time I was instructed to perform sexually 'as though my life depended upon it'. I was told, 'The next sacrifice victim could be you.' The club offered a 'Necrophilia' themed room to its members. I was so heavily drugged and programmed when used in the 'necrophilia' room, that the threat of actually 'slipping through death's door' and being sacrificed 'before I knew it' did not affect me. Other perversion theme rooms at the Bohemian Club included what I heard Ford refer to as the 'Dark Room'. When he not so cleverly said, 'Let's go to the Dark Room and see what develops,' I understood from experience that he was interested in indulging in his perverse obsession for pornography. In the Dark Room, members had sex with the same mind-controlled slave they were viewing in porn on a big screen television. There was a triangular glass display centered in a main through way where I was locked in with various trained animals, including snakes. Members walking by watched illicit sex acts of bestiality, women with women, mothers with daughters, kids with kids, or any other unlimited perverse visual display. I was once brutally assaulted by Dick Cheney in the Leather Room, which was designed like a dark, black leather-lined train berth. There was a room of shackles and tortures, black lights and strobes, an opium den, ritualistic sex altars, a chapel, group orgy rooms including poster beds, water beds, and 'kitten' houses. I was used as a 'rag doll' in the 'toy store,' and as a urinal in the 'golden arches' room. From the owl's roost to the necrophilia room, no memory of sexual abuse is as horrifying as the conversations overheard in the Underground pertaining to implementing the New World Order. I learned that perpetrators believed that controlling the masses through propaganda mind manipulation did not guarantee there would be a world left to dominate due to environmental and overpopulation problems. The solution being debated was not pollution/population control, but mass genocide of 'selected undesirables'."
News 'headlines' with hidden symbolic communication are also used by intelligence and other groups, many times referring to blackmail (among the many other varieties of covert operations).
"'Nuclear' is a comm used all over the world to symbolize extraordinarily explosive information, like blackmail. Which is why if we reconcile blackmail with news about nuclear, a secret truth will become clear. The two most powerful blackmailers ever? That would probably be Jeffrey Epstein and Hugh Hefner. And this is why the deaths of blackmailers like Hugh Hefner and Jeffrey Epstein both coincided with 'Nuclear Accidents':"
08/09/2019 Is Putin covering up a Nuclear disaster?
09/26/2017 Nuclear explosion kept secret by Russia
"Why are CIA blackmailers dying the day after Russia declares nuclear accidents? The reason for the -1 day in Epstein’s case is they likely died before the official day, and these comms were to give agents a heads up on the upcoming BOOM before it hits papers. In Hefners case they had to signal people to move the blackmail. The point as stated is a lot of 'nuclear' is all about blackmail. Not all of it, but a lot of it."
Blackmail is a worldwide 'practice', with all countries and their governments engaging in aquiring and utilizing it to the fullest.
"Just as the 1986 Mirano scandal, the X-Dossiers contain evidence that sexual blackmail operations, whoever is running them, are not limited to the United States. In 1996, X1 reported how the same activities had been going on in Brussels."
"As the bewildered Belgians tried to make sense of what was going on, incredible rumours began circulating that Dutroux might have been protected in some way, that he had friends in high places. Pornographic videos taken from his home were said to feature prominent individuals, one a senior member of the Roman Catholic church. It almost defied belief. Who would protect a psychopath, other than people with something truly terrible to hide?...'It is quite obvious,' said Katarin de Clercq, Belgian coordinator of the pressure group End Child Prostitution Abduction and Trafficking, 'that some people were protecting Dutroux. The government tried to convince us that he was a lone serial killer and psychopath, but now we hear stories about unnamed famous personalities being involved in sex orgies and blackmail and pornographic video tapes. People feel that something is completely wrong here and we have to show we will not tolerate it.'"
"I was unfortunate enough to attend the IHS Templar Castle rite in 2001. Amongst the people in attendence were: J. K. Rowling. Gordon Brown. David Miliband. Stephen Daldry. Stella Rimington (she was the Dr. Mengele of the organisation, organising the torture and murder of kidnapped children). Dr. Joanne Collie. Andrew Marr (he spent most of the time naked and screaming - off his head on some form of narcotic). John Scarlett (he was so drunk/drugged up that he had very little idea of what was going on around him). The Templars had captured a large amount of people whom they called the 'snakes' i.e. slaves in a large dungeon underneath the castle. One brave person managed to set them free and the result in the neighbouring village of Mons and other places nearby, ensured that the British Army had to move in. Thus began the most incredible cover-up in recent European history. It was like WACO, Guyana. I was one of the 'slaves' taken at that castle but subsequently freed by the British Army (who also know what happened - a MASSIVE cover-up). The British Army ordered those in the Castle to come out. They then sent a tank in to bulldoze the walls. Prince Philip and Prince William were in that Castle. Both of them had murdered countless tiny children in their rites. The British Army assembled watched as both walked out with large, dark, woven potato sacks over their heads. They were then bundled into a van and driven away. The name SPUDNIKS was coined because Prince Philip and Prince William had to exit the castle with potato sacks pulled down over their heads and bodies. The British Army present at the time - may or may not have had any idea who they were but the SIS general there, certainly did. They might have managed to cover it up regarding the ordinary soldiers there but the videotapes are now on sale worldwide. The whole event had been closely monitored for blackmail purposes."
The CIA also blackmails incestual/pedophilic parents for their children to use in trauma-based mind control slave projects like MONARCH.
"My Uncle Bob, also implicated in manufacturing the porn, out of apparent desperation informed my father of a U.S. Government Defense Intelligence Agency TOP SECRET Project to which he was privy. This was Project Monarch. Project Monarch was a mind-control operation which was 'recruiting' multigenerational incest abused children with Multiple Personality Disorder for its genetic mind-control studies. I was a prime 'candidate,' a 'chosen one'. My father seized the opportunity as it would provide him immunity from prosecution."
"The expendables are the children of parents who were blackmailed into turning their children over to the CIA. This is all hidden by the power of the National Security Act. These are children, who have been sold by pedophile fathers, or pornographic parents. The programmers/masters program them with the expectation that they will be "thrown from the freedom train" when they get to age 30. (Freedom Train is the code word for the Monarch trauma-based mind-control. To be thrown from the Freedom Train means to be killed.) The CIA and the Illuminati are skilled at blackmailing parents to give up their children. They would watch the mail for porn. Pedophile and murderers who abuse their children are warned that they will go to prison for long lengths of time if they do not cooperate by selling their children into mind-controlled slavery. In return for the parent’s cooperation, they provide rich financial rewards to the parent(s). It’s clearly a case of 'if you don’t cooperate you lose in life big time, if you do cooperate you win big time.'"
Blackmail is the glue holding together all of the sick people in charge, and is the one of the top methods of control. This is the truth: blackmail, pedophilia, and mind control are how this world is really run.
"Former CIA director William Colby giving advice to John DeCamp, urging him to quit his investigations into the Franklin child abuse affair:"
"'What you have to understand, John, is that sometimes there are forces and events too big, too powerful, with so much at stake for other people or institutions, that you cannot do anything about them, no matter how evil or wrong they are and no matter how dedicated or sincere you are or how much evidence you have. This is simply one of the hard facts of life you have to face.'"
"Again, it’s built in, entrenched foxes guarding the predatory henhouse that permeate all levels of government, military, courts, law enforcement, entertainment and news media, corporate global finance and education. With pedophile puppet masters controlling the pedophile puppet strings of blackmailed, compromised and controlled Western politicians, courts and law enforcement, their diabolical infrastructure has afforded them living above the law continuing to rape and kill our innocents for centuries."
Links and Sources
[1] - Noreen Gosch Speaks About - Jeff Gannon, Johnny Gosch And The Attempted Theft Of Her Book 'Why Johnny Can't Come Home'
[2] - Master List of Quotes and Comments
[3] - Trance-Formation of America
[4] - One Nation Under Blackmail
[5] - Thanks for the Memories
[6] - Eyes Wide Open
[7] - "I had access to classified documents about the Jeffrey Epstein case"
[8] - Child Trafficking, Ritual Sex Abuse & MK-ULTRA Are A Single Worldwide Operation, Run by the U.S., U.K. and AUS Secret Services
[9]- Symbolism Communication
[10] - An Illuminati Primer
[11] - The Reality of Protected Child Abuse Networks
[12] - The Hallett Report No. 1
[13] - The Pegasus File
[14] - Anatomy of the Luciferian Elite’s Global Child Sex Trafficking Pedophile Operations
[15] - The Illuminati Formula Used To Create An Undetectable Mind Control Slave
[16] - Deeper Insights Into the Illuminati Formula
[17] - Hope Beryl-Green Article
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2023.06.02 05:13 taxibharat ​This beautiful route has lush green forests, waterfalls, and winding roads. Explore the beautiful hills, serene lakes, and historical caves of Khandala. You can also ​take a taxi​ from Lonavala to Khandala from Bharat Taxi.

​This beautiful route has lush green forests, waterfalls, and winding roads. Explore the beautiful hills, serene lakes, and historical caves of Khandala. You can also ​take a taxi​ from Lonavala to Khandala from Bharat Taxi. submitted by taxibharat to u/taxibharat [link] [comments]

2023.06.02 05:07 Worldly_Mood9382 What are the best treks in Pondicherry?

What are the best treks in Pondicherry?
⛰️ Journey to the Peaks: Exploring the Majestic Treks of Pondicherry with Universal Adventure! 🌄🥾
Arunachala Trek
This is a challenging trek that takes about 3 days to complete. The trail is steep and there are many obstacles to overcome, but the views from the top are worth it. The Arunachala mountain is a sacred mountain for Hindus and is said to be the home of Shiva. The trek takes you through a variety of landscapes, including forests, grasslands, and rocky terrain. Along the way, you will have the opportunity to see a variety of wildlife, including monkeys, birds, and snakes. The trek is not for the faint of heart, but it is a rewarding experience for those who are up for the challenge. Now that you’ve embarked on an extraordinary adventure, it’s time to create your ultimate adventure list in Pondicherry
Puducherry Lighthouse Trek
This is a short and easy trek that takes about 2 hours to complete. The trail is flat and there are no obstacles to overcome, making it a great option for families and beginners. The trek takes you to the top of the lighthouse, which offers stunning views of the city of Pondicherry. The lighthouse was built in 1820 and is one of the most iconic landmarks in the city. The trek is a great way to get some exercise and enjoy the views of the city. Prepare to immerse yourself in a mesmerizing blend of nature’s wonders, adrenaline-pumping escapades, and heartwarming family moments during your best outdoor family vacations in Pondicherry.
Lakshmi Narayana Temple Trek
complete. The trail is mostly flat, but there are a few steep sections. The temple is located at the top of the hill and offers stunning views of the surrounding area. The Lakshmi Narayana Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to the god Vishnu and his consort Lakshmi. The temple was built in the 17th century and is one of the most important religious sites in Pondicherry. The trek is a great way to experience the spiritual side of Pondicherry and enjoy the views of the city. Brace yourself for an unforgettable journey as we unveil the best adventure trips Pondicherry has to offer!
French Beach Trek
This is a short and easy trek that takes about 1 hour to complete. The trail is flat and there are no obstacles to overcome, making it a great option for families and beginners. The trek takes you to the French Beach, which is one of the most popular beaches in Pondicherry. The beach is lined with palm trees and offers stunning views of the Bay of Bengal. The trek is a great way to relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.
Auroville Ashram Trek
This is a moderate trek that takes about 3 hours to complete. The trail is mostly flat, but there are a few steep sections. The Ashram is located at the top of the hill and offers stunning views of the surrounding area. The Auroville Ashram is a spiritual community founded by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. The Ashram is home to a variety of activities and programs, including meditation, yoga, and spiritual workshops. The trek is a great way to experience the spiritual side of Pondicherry and enjoy the views of the city.
Pondicherry is a great place for adventure travel. There are a variety of treks to choose from, ranging from challenging to easy. The treks offer stunning views of the city, the surrounding countryside, and the Bay of Bengal. The treks are also a great way to experience the spiritual side of Pondicherry.
If you are looking for an adventure travel book, I recommend the following:
· “The Adventure Travel Book of India” by Lonely Planet
· “India: A Trekker’s Guide” by Mark Weins
· “Trekking in India” by Mark H. D. Russell
These books provide detailed information on the best treks in India, including directions, maps, and descriptions of the trails. They also include information on accommodation, food, and transportation.
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2023.06.02 04:40 MisterSnippy Coming Softly, Softer, It Goes

    Fog rolls up, wisping through and across her vision, gradually covering up the figure reflected in the silverbacked glasswork. For a moment, she stands hunched over, letting the water condense and run through hills and valleys between her cyan scales, liquid tinted by colour, traveling down her tail in a stream of droplets. Drip drop, streaming off the end into clear pools that reflect a shimmering clearer view. Water inches up the yellow walls, coating them with a thin film of liquid, that, when gathers enough, trickles down and enlarges the puddles dotting the floor, turning it into a nascent ocean. The last glimpse she has of the mirrored figure, before it's replaced with a cyan smudge, is the expression of unease, ever present, always concealed carefully behind grey fog.
    Her inner sanctum is soon left behind, doors closed, wet feet slapping against wooden floors scattering droplets, exchanging mental safety for physical sensibility. One arm slips past another, entering the wardrobe, fingers dancing across different shirts and jackets, tip tapping, stopping on the Torimine suit. Soon, tail slipping through skirt, arms maneuvering through shirt and jacket, shoes     slipped on, business-ready. Well-fitted, but a time away from being well-worn. There's not much left for her to grab  from the room, just a quick bite to eat, leftovers from yesterday, hidden away in a darkened cupboard, and then out the door into Salazsar.
    It's pre-dawn, sky  suffused by cloudly dark grey, smatterings of snowflakes whispering through the wind, backlit by lamps and magelight. They stick to her dress and scatter around her whenever the wind changes its aimless flow. She moves down a spiral-staircase, gliding to a lower, more mercantile, level. A much slower, clumsier, snowflake, crystallized by life, not temperature. Step-by-step I descend, until the bottom appears, stonework smoothed from the timeless passage of pedestrians. For a moment she pauses, deliberating, reflecting. Does she  really want to do this? She scoffs, no question about that, a false question, then followed by the real one. Does she really want to to this, today? Joints  grind back into gear, rust shaking off and flaking away, the answer apparent. She has to.
    She looks up from the paperwork on her desk, staring in the direction of the concerned, male, voice, that softly rumbles through the doorway into the dim office. The light outside is brighter than  inside, making it hard to see a clear figure, instead he's more fuzzy silhouette, eyes glinting against the darkness.
    My eyes meet his for a moment, before he glances elsewhere, pretending to stare at the other objects that litter the room, like the paperwork splattered over her desk. They don't stick to any one object for lengthened time, afraid any errant gaze will be imprisoned into eye-contact if it lingers.
    "Listen, are you doing alright? If you need to take a day off you  can, okay?"
    She gives him an exasperated look, accompanied by a smirk. A hint of teeth poke through the gap in her smile, scales at the corners of her eyes crinkle, head tilts.
    "I'm fine. Trust me on that. If I needed a break I would take one."
    A perfect smile, happy quick exhale, through the nose, fingers clutching a quill delicately preparing to be put to page, documents to be signed. The Gnoll looks mollified turning to leave, but not
    "Well, just remember. If you need to take a break I'd be happy to cover for you, it's no issue."
    The last word is rhetorical, he leaves without leaving room for reply. Just her in the office, alone, once again. The only sound the sounds of the paperwork rustling when she places and replaces documents. Lots of paperwork to do, organized into three sections ,one pile growing taller than the others, a combined mix of them.
    In the air is a stale smell that sticks to me, seeping into her clothing, into the chair, into the documents. It's unclear where it comes from, not smelling like ink or paper, but something other, not foreign, however. It's all she smells, nothing else, not the pungent ink, not the dusty office, not perfumed Drakes or mouth-watering foodstalls. But it doesn't matter,  work  to do. Quill reappears against page, drawing lines of ink, curved, straight, forming letters and then words. On this page the final words appear, her signature, always signed, "Revlii Darktongue", exactly the same every time. She places the sheet into the tallest pile, and then places claws upon another and draws the paper over. And then writing again, and signing again.
    Street slowly winding upwards, Drakes and Gnolls huddled close together, trying to fit further into the crowd, but also struggling for warmth, this close contact being secretly treasured by many. She aswell, is huddled with them, skirt scraping against other garmets, head covered by wayward snowflakes, face made wet by foggy breath, all     their faces wet. The kind of cold misery that forms bonds, and strengthens friendships Her shoes carefully step over small patches of ice, and once or twice a member of the crowd helps her catch her balance when she slips, and she too, for them
    The sky is a brilliant orange, beauty magnified by the spires and towers that surround  me, distant rooftops glinting orange reflections, eternal burning away of daylight into night. Her path travels upward s, stairs passing beneath her, railings caught, shoes ever click clack and stomp when a slip threatens. The spot appears, between two spires, an opening where the city can be seen down a line, sunset perfectly positioned in the middle.
    Revlii takes a minute to take off my shoes, placing them on the ground, and then carefully clearing a clean patch to sit on. A  white exhale slowly comes, relaxed, as she gets into a good mental position. The sun slowly falls, distant orange chased by coming clouds that arrive from faraway lands. Work was okay today, she thinks, more of the same, but sometimes lack of change can be  good. I might even Level soon if I keep it up.
    Another exhale, tension leaving her body, flowing into the air, quickly washed away by cold winds and burned through by the orange light. Her daily routine is to sit here and watch the sunset, regardless of the weather. There are many views like this one in Salazsar, but this one feels personal, only belonging to me, and her alone. More snowflakes fall, amount increasing, wind also getting colder.
    She dislikes Winter, her favourite  season being Spring, but Winter always brings a calmness with it. Maybe it's how sounds seem to be dampened, the world almost still, vibrations sucked away into snowfall. Maybe it's how the sky looks, blues darker and more inviting, oranges brighter and more vibrant, vying for dominance and turning the sky brilliant shades with the rise and set of the sun. Tommorrow is the weekend, which is nice, I think. Soon the  solstice will  come, and she'll be back on track towards more favoured seasons less inclined to snowfall and chilly air. Another     exhale. Life is good.
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2023.06.02 04:30 Mosesm301 Saturday forest hills

A little confused by the 4:00 start time? Is there a reason it’s like a day time concert? Anyone know about set times for sat?
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2023.06.02 04:27 Other_Abroad7476 (GM4F) ZeLink or Zelda! Medieval, Modern, or Edo Japan Era's!

Hey there! I'm a huge Zelda fan and I have been an avid worldbuilder and mapmaker for years! A lot of my focus has been either my OC world (Inheritance, if you want to see it in my post history) or Zelda based maps! My ultimate goal is to create unique, new, OC Hyrule's rich with canon characters from many mainline titles as well as interesting and new characters, so you'll meet Nabooru and Riju but also OC characters on your adventures! Also included are maps of the OC Hyrule's and notable location maps for reference I've made! All eras also include the Great Sea with new locations added to it! This roleplay can handle difficult topics and also romance, so anyone responding should please be of-age! I'd ideally want a Zelda for any of these, as it makes the most sense, but I am open to *some* wiggle, but not so much for OC's. Definitely down for ZeLink despite me playing a GM!
Note: I do have more OC era's, but usually only bring them up in time shenanigans, such as a desert Hyrule with Gerudo Zelda and the like. But if that interests you, or other OC era's not mentioned, please ask!
Medieval: Classic Zelda! A Medieval fantasy adventure with hidden dungeons and the sprawling Hyrule with co-existing but separated races with enthralling eras! Classic stories such the rise of the Usurper King Ganondorf and his horrific rule, as well as a 'Great War' era, Return of the Demon era, and more! Engulf yourself in a true Zelda experience with more characters than ever before! 33+ canon characters for you to choose from in a beautiful OC world and plenty of stories!
Modern: Hyrule reimagined in a modern setting, seeing our Hero link be a boy from small town Ordon and Zelda a rich girl from Castle CITY (Based off of NYC!) and their meeting at Hyrule University alongside professors and classmates who are canonical characters and series favourites! As the evil crime lord Ganondorf makes moves to build his power, our heroic duo discover super-hero esque powers thanks to the Tri-force and don new identities as they must navigate stopping this plauge of evil from infesting not only the city, but the entire country! Discovering the ancient Master Sword, Zelda's true heritage, and many more!
Rōnin: Zelda reimagined in a Edo-Period Japan! Samurai Link of Ordon under Daimyo Bo, 3 dozen other prefectures to learn and explore and Princess Zelda of the Empire of Hyrule living within the regal Palace! Explore the beautiful Japanese architecture and new forms that characters take (Katana Master Sword, Sheikah Ninjas, Naginata Zelda or more!). The beginning is an ambush on Zelda's caravan shortly after Ordon takes over the escort and after she meets link, while Daimyo Bo dies, Link becomes a Rōnin and Zelda and he must escape through the forests together as the only known survivors to return to the palace... from there, the story develops as the Dragon Clan threatens Hyrule's peace and the Prefectures begin stirring up war, with only two... or maybe a surprising 3rd (Daimyo Ganondorf?)... there to help them... for now.
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2023.06.02 04:20 1975hh3 Serious question: What is up with the Shelia Ln. (Forest Hill) Lowe’s?

Who owns it? Why is it the only Lowe’s in town that is that shitty? 2 out of 4 self checkouts don’t work and the ones that do, barely work and are covered in tape. It looked like a tornado hit the place. I went to the Broad St. Lowe’s the other day and it was soooo nice comparatively. Clean isles, multiple self check out lanes, fancy touch screens….etc. The Midlo and Hull St. ones were the same. You’d figure that all the stores in the region would get the same upgrades. What gives?
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2023.06.02 03:50 TSF7 Children’s book where two children are kidnapped by kite and taken to distant forest where there are creatures called howlers or growlers and a witch/daemon in a castle

I’m trying to remember a children’s book (possibly a short story) that I heard as an audiobook in the ‘90s. It involves a brother and older sister. The brother is described as wearing dungarees. They’re playing with a kite when a strong wind catches the kite and blows both children to a distant forest where there’s a cottage. There’s also a witch or some sort of daemon in a castle that wanted to kidnap the boy for some reason. There are also these creatures called howlers or growlers. The witch/daemon is in disguise and tries to trick the girl, but the girl unmasks the her and she is then sucked through a portal. The witch wanted to be queen. The witch calls through the portal to her master before being sucked in.
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2023.06.02 03:44 DropTeaNotBombs H: Trade List W: OE/AP/Cav Marine Left Arm

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B/E/15c 10mm Pistol
Aa/50c/15c .44 Pistol
Mut/E/25 .44 Pistol
Ari/FF15r SA Revolver
Ari/E/15r SA Revolver
Gou/FF15r Pipe
TS/FF25 BA Pipe
Q/FF15r Pipe Revolver
N/FF15r Gamma Gun
B/VHC/15c Double Barrel
F/E/15r Double Barrel
Q/DWA/15r Lever Action Rifle
T/E/25 Hunting Rifle
Sup/E/25 Hunting Rifle
Aa/FSS/1S Board
Jug/FSS/1S Board
F/FSS/1S Bowie Knife
V/FSS/1S Bowie Knife
Gou/40pa/90 Chainsaw
Mut/40pa/1S Chainsaw
MS/40pa/1S Chainsaw
N/FSS/90 Chainsaw
Aa/FSS/1S Combat Knife
BeFSS/1S Combat Knife
T/FSS/1S Deathclaw Gauntlet
Ari/40pa/40 Drill
T/FSS/1S Drill
B/FSS/1S Fire Axe
Exe/FSS/1S Golf Club
F/FSS/1S Guitar Sword
Z/FSS/1S Hatchet
Gou/FSS/1S Meat Hook
N/FSS/1S Multi-Purpose Axe
Jug/FSS/1S Pipe Wrench
I/FSS/1S Pole Hook
BeFSS/1S Pool Cue
Ext/FSS/1S Security Baton
Jug/FSS/1S Security Baton
Junk/FSS/90 Sheepsquatch Staff
Mut/FSS/1S Ski Sword
BeFSS/1S Slegehammer
Ext/FSS/1S Slegehammer
N/FSS/1S Slegehammer
Mut/FSS/1S Super Sledge
Sup/FSS/1S Walking Cane
Sup/FSS/1S War Drum
Z/FFS/1S Baseball Bat (Lvl 15)
-/FSS/1E Slegehammer
85k Ult 5mm rounds
Armor Pieces:
Ari/AP/AWR Ultracite Right Arm
Ari/AP/AWR T-45 Right Arm
Ari/AP/HTD Forest Scout Chest
Ari/AP/HTD Marine Right Leg
Ari/7LED/HTD Urban Scout Right Arm
Ari/7LED/HTD Urban Scout Right Leg
Ari/AP/Rad Urban Scout Left Arm
Ari/7LED/AWR Wood Left Leg
Ari/AP/5ED Robot Chest
Ari/1S/Cav Raider Right Leg
Ari/1S/WWR Leather Left Leg
Ari/AP/5FD Combat Left Leg
Ari/7LED/AWR Combat Right Arm
Ari/AP/5FD Marine Left Arm
Ass/AP/Cav Heavy Combat Chest
Ass/7LED/Sent Heavy Combat Chest
Ass/AP/JWR Raider Power Right Leg
Ass/AP/AWR Marine Right Arm
Ass/1S/Sent T-45 Left Arm
Ass/1S/JWR Robot Left Arm
AS/AP/HTD Heavy Leather Right Arm
AS/AP/Cav Robot Left Leg
AS/AP/WWR Marine Left Arm
AS/1S/AWR Sturdy Robot Right Leg
AS/AP/JWR Raider Power Right Arm
AS/7LED/Sent Excavator Left Leg
Bol/1S/Cav T-45 Right Leg
Bol/1S/Cav Excavator Left Arm
Bol/AP/JWR Heavy Raider Right Leg
Bol/AP/5FD Marine Left Arm
Bol/1S/Cav Leather Left Leg
Bol/1S/Cav Sturdy Combat Left Leg
Cham/AP/JWR Leather Right Leg
Cham/AP/HTD Robot Left Arm
Cham/AP/HTD Sturdy Robot Right Leg
Clo/AP/5ME Leather Left Arm
Clo/7LED/AWR Sturdy Leather Left Leg
Clo/AP/Sent Leather Right Leg
Clo/AP/HTD Forest Scout Right Leg
Ext/AP/JWR Marine Left Arm
Ext/AP/WWR Sturdy Robot Right Arm
Ext/AP/JWR Sturdy Raider Right Leg
Ext/7LED/WWR Heavy Metal Right Leg
GS/1S/Cav Marine Left Leg
GS/7LED/Cav Sturdy Metal Chest
H/AP/AWR Forest Scout Right Leg
H/AP/WWR Marine Left Leg
H/1S/Sent Raider Power Right Leg
H/1S/AWR Urban Scout Left Arm
H/AP/FDCWR T-45 Right Leg
H/AP/Cav Sturdy Robot Left Leg
H/1S/AWR Raider Right Arm
H/AP/JWR Raider Power Right Arm
H/AP/AWR Marine Left Arm
H/AP/Rad Marine Left Arm
H/1S/Sent Leather Right Leg
LS/7LED/Cav Sturdy Combat Chest
LS/1S/WWR Marine Right Leg
LS/1S/JWR Marine Left Arm
LS/7LED/5FD Marine Left Arm
LS/1S/JWR Heavy Raider Right Leg
Mut/1S/5ED Marine Left Arm
Mut/AP/JWR T-51b Left Arm
Mut/1S/HTD Sturdy Robot Right Leg
Mut/1S/FDCWR T-45 Right Arm
Mut/7LED/FDCWR Forest Scout Left Arm
Mut/1S/FDCWR Urban Scout Chest
Mut/AP/5PD Trapper Right Leg
Mut/AP/50BS Ultracite Right Leg
MS/1S/Sent T-45 Right Leg
MS/1S/HTD Sturdy Combat Left Arm
MS/1S/Sent Marine Right Leg
MS/AP/Cav Marine Chest
MS/1S/WWR Marine Left Arm
MS/1S/Cav Trapper Right Leg
N/7LED/Cav Wood Right Leg
N/1S/FDCWR Metal Right Arm
N/1S/FDCWR Marine Left Arm
N/7LED/Sent Marine Left Arm
N/1S/WWR Leather Left Leg
N/AP/HTD Trapper Right Leg
N/1S/HTD Heavy Metal Left Leg
N/1S/WWR Sturdy Metal Right Arm
N/AP/50BS Forest Scout Left Arm
OE/Cryo/FDCWR Forest Scout Left Leg
OE/AP/FDCWR Forest Scout Chest
OE/7LED/Sent Raider Right Leg
OE/AP/JWR Trapper Left Arm
OE/AP/FDCWR Marine Right Leg
OE/1A/Cav Marine Left Leg
OE/AP/Frost Wood Left Arm
OE/7LED/Sent T-45 Right Leg
OE/1S/FDCWR T-45 Left Leg
Regen/1S/WWR Sturdy Leather Left Leg
Regen/AP/Sent Ultracite Left Arm
Regen/7LED/Sent Urban Scout Right Leg
T/7LED/Cav Excavator Torso
T/AP/Sent T-51b Torso
T/AP/FDCWR Trapper Left Leg
T/1S/Sent Sturdy Combat Left Leg
T/1S/WWR Marine Right Arm
T/AP/Cav Combat Left Leg
T/AP/Cav Raider Power Chest
Uny/AP/JWR Robot Chest
Uny/AP/JWR Sturdy Robot Right Arm
Uny/AP/- Sturdy Combat Chest
Uny/1Int/- Wood Right Arm
Uny/1Int/- Heavy Metal Right Leg
Uny/Fire/Cav Marine Chest
Uny/1S/Sent Metal Right Leg
Van/AP/Cav Sturdy Combat Chest
Van/AP/AWR Marine Right Leg
Van/7LED/FDCWR Marine Left Arm
Van/7LED/WWR T-51b Left Arm
Van/1S/5MED T-51b Chest
Van/AP/HTD Trapper Left Leg
Van/1S/Cav Wood Right Arm
Van/AP/JWR Forest Scout Left Leg
Van/AP/Fall Urban Scout Chest
W/AP/- Heavy Combat Left Leg
W/AP/FDCWR Trapper Chest
W/AP/5ED Forest Scout Right Leg
W/AP/Fall Forest Scout Right Leg
Z/1S/Cav Forest Scout Left Leg (Urban Reverse)
Z/AP/WWR Leather Right Leg
Z/AP/HTD Urban Scout Right Leg
Z/1S/HTD Forest Scout Chest
Z/1S/Sent Raider Power Right Leg
Z/1S/JWR T-45 Right Arm
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2023.06.02 03:43 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 51 (Efrain)

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The first sensation that came to him was the gentle lapping of something cool around his legs. The feeling in question had an almost kindly character to it. He let that sensation carry him through the rivers of muddled consciousness, thought slowly emerging.
The first question was a pressing, if quite basic one.
Was he?
It dominated his mind, filling it to the brim as he asserted his existence. He certainly did exist, that he was fairly sure of - what was considering the question, if nothing indeed existed? So he must exist, but in exactly what mode or medium he wasn’t exactly sure. All he knew was of himself, drifting along a slurry of thought, with something cool lapping at his legs.
So, then if that question was, at least for the time being, answered, who was he?
He strained at the boundaries of his empty mind, and found nothing - no scrap nor iota of recollection or memory.
He gave up, and left himself to drift for an indeterminate time.
The third question, which he hoped might be a little easier to answer - where was he?
He opened something with effort, and something bright streamed in. ‘Eyes’. That’s what he had opened, and the streaming thing was ‘light’. It wasn’t the usual kind, at least he thought so, although he couldn’t exactly remember what the ‘usual’ kind was. It was soft, gentle, not so much ‘streaming’ in, but laid down on the surface of his vision like gossamer.
As his vision resolved, he became aware of what lay… in front of him? Above him? Directionality was a little fuzzy. What he did experience was blurred tones of orange, red, blue and dark purple, mixing together in splashes and strokes. The ultimate effect was something like a gradual gradient, with uncountable tiny dots letting forth that soft light.
He was looking upwards then, with a sky full of stars and colour above. Again, there was that definite sense of the unusual, that this was not what skies were ‘supposed’ to look like. And again, he couldn’t quite remember what the ‘usual’ sky was to contrast. Something deep within told him that he’d seen many skies, or potentially the same sky many times, and it did not look like this.
His body, light as a feather, experienced no strain as he sat up. Once more, the unusual feeling, and once more, no usual feelings to compare it to. His legs were submerged into dark waters, which rose and fell around him slowly. Cool, but not painful or irritatingly cold, it stretched out with only the merest ripple into the horizon. Below him, yes it must have been ‘below’, was a fine black sand that gently sloped into the ocean.
So that was what was forward, now what about behind?
He turned something, his ‘head’ he seemed to recall, and found much of the same. Another sea, although this one was made out of the black sand instead of the black water. The dunes too stretched to the horizon and beyond, with the stars vanishing behind them.
So, where was he then? Evidently ‘here’, wherever here was. Now, he was certain that he’d been somewhere else before, but had no way of knowing where nor how long ago it’d been. Had he been ‘here’ before? Perhaps. There was a sense of familiarity to the place.
He stood with the merest effort, black grains cascading down to join their siblings. One foot after another sank into the damp sand and soon he’d left the imprint of his body long behind. The stars, nor the sea, nor the sand seemed to change character or position as he walked.
Onward. Onward. Onward, along what he thought was a straight line into the far distance.
It was some time later when he stopped to take a glance around, and found nothing behind him. Perhaps he’d barely moved at all, and the imprint had merely been washed away by the gentle waves, or perhaps it was too far into the distance to see. There was nothing before him either, merely the exact same sand, water, and stars. There was no lightening or darkening of the endless sky, no change in the positions of the constellations, merely the black desert, eternal for all he knew.
Perhaps no time had passed at all, and all the movement was merely inside his mind.
The water flowed over his feet as he walked at its edge, trying to discern matters of who, where, what, when, why? Perhaps he was nobody, perhaps this place was nowhere, and perhaps there was no real reason to be here other than… being here. It was all rather confusing and any time he seemed to be getting close to an answer it stole away.
Ultimately, when all the questions were gone, there was only the walk, one step, two step, across the sand.
He tried to count the steps and got lost somewhere around fifty thousand. He tried to gauge whether he was ‘hungry’, or ‘tired’. Those were things, he thought he knew, that were supposed to happen after a while. If he was remembering correctly, such things seemed to have little sway here. Hence, time passed, for him if not the world, and he found himself walking onwards.
He seemed to remember a concept of ‘day’ and ‘night’, a brightening of the darkening used to tell time. But the light was always the same here, an ethereal twilight stuck between the two. There had been something else, however, that he was sure of, that indicated the passage of night and day.
It took him another couple thousand steps before he finally had it. Sun and Moon, that had been it, hadn’t it? They were… circular, that he was pretty sure of, and one had been warm, and the other cooler, and smaller. The moon was the former, and the sun was the latter, or maybe the other way around?
New thoughts shelved for the moment, he continued on his path to places unknown. It took his fancy to turn left and wander across the dunes with the ocean to his back. Up and down, up and down, he trudged across the hills and troughs of the dunes. Yet, when he glanced back from time to time, the ocean always seemed to be the same approximate distance. He kept at it for a while, trying to see if there was any indication of distance being gained.
It was a consummate failure. The sea was still there, its lapping waters calling to his back.
Once more, he found himself at that endless shore, and in the far distance, both touchable yet incomprehensibly distant, hung a pale circle.
He remembered that, at least.
The sea had changed, gone from bare ripples to a smooth mirror. The darkness underneath its surface had deepened, something stirring beneath. It was reaching for him, no longer be beckoning, with a hunger that belied its apparent calmness. The moon hung low to touch the sea and where they met, a black shadow pressed against the interstice.
From that shadow a voice ripped across the stilled waters, prying against his ears. The worlds were fashioned out of something sharper than any blade, darker than the night sky, peeling reality with harsh syllables.
“PAIN,” it said, over and over, a drum sounded out the beat of a wild and wounded heart.
The water had crept up around him while he stared, small waves brushing just below his knees. The shadow against the moon grew great and terrible, half submerged, half silhouette. The character of the thing was impossible to make out, with only the vaguest resemblance to a horrible flower. Elements of it unfolded like petals with a luminosity that shattered the twilight of the desert.
There was a gaze, or perhaps a multitudes of directed lines of intention that intersected solely on him. He was dissected, without consideration of dignity or privacy, everything perceived and understood. The waters before him parted, drawn back like bare cloth and he saw the true scale of the thing.
It underlay the bottom of the world, an incomprehensible mass of tangled roots and mad thoughts spreading through every deep place and high recess. All merged, all twisted with no end nor beginning, and deeper, deeper still, a baleful light shining as a furious star. It pummelled his perception, tore at what little memory or identity remained, coiling and snaking those hateful roots through his very soul.
He began to slip, pulled as inexorably as gravity pulled one downard without pity or reprieve. He was a grim prize, an unknowing creature that had walked into reach of the mind flower. The waters rising, he attempted to summon a pathetic protest, to deny the fate which had been chosen for him. Such defences were swept aside and crushed with unceremonious ease, as the waters rose, and rose, and rose. He felt the first touch of the thing, uncountable mental fingers groping, and having found their target within him, closing in an impossible grip.
The scream was high and hideous, an echo of a thousand languages calling out in incomprehensible fury. His own soul began to crackle in tandem with a pain so furious it drowned every other sensation. All of it, the scream, the water, the faint pressure of the moonlight, blurred into the chaotic static. A rent in reality was beneath him, around him, the beach vanishing into the distance. He was falling into a void, where nothing and no one could reach.
The dread certainty of utter destruction was upon him. Whatever impression he’d left upon existence would be washed away, mere grains of sand drawn into the depths of the sea, never to be seen nor known by anyone nor anything.
But before that fate was sealed with oblivion, something pulsed out across the darkness. Something high and pure and beautiful where there was once only the corrupt horror of the flowering abomination.
He found himself curled up on the sand, staring out into a moonless sea.
It took him some time to remember who he was, or rather, the fact that he was, period. A sense of horror, pain, and a narrow escape from peril echoed in his head, though the detail was fuzzy. Clutching himself, and shivering despite the lack of chill, he lay on the sand for an indeterminate amount of time.
When he managed to pull himself up to his knees, he found that the scene had definitely changed. The dunes and stars were all the same, but what lay between them was entirely different. The empty air folded and swirled, little eddies and ripples and warps, turning the sand and waters into structure.
Climbing to his feet, he found that the distortions stretched out far into the distance, expanding and extending to greater heights and widths, increasing in complexity and detail. He was standing in a place, something definite and specific, built with purpose and intent.
He walked out into the warped location, clambering deeper and deeper into the distortions. He found that the shapes became more definite, and more obvious the further he went. There were flowers, yes, unmistakably flowers, of different shapes and sizes. A twisted lamppost without candle to light it, recalling other memories of warmth and lights. A rocky stream, complete with moss and lichens, so real he could almost hear the bubbling of non-existent waters.
The next dune brought more sights, trees and cobbles and blades of grass. The one after that, walls, both chest high and well above his head. It was building itself around him as he stepped over the sand, and when he crossed the last dune…
Promenades and boulevards, staircases and great lofts, immense windows and walls that looped and winded and reconnected with each other in ways that seemed impossible. Corridor after loft after wing after walkway, terraces and sloped beds and balconies and pillars. None with any colour or brightness of their own, but rather sculpted out of the stars and sand and sea.
Space itself had been folded, pinched, and pressed to create a masterwork of bizarre architecture. Between all of the structures, there were trees and flowers and lawns of both distantly familiar and absolutely alien character. It was a garden, a garden in a timeless place with no colour, yet substance.
A garden of glass.
He stepped on the transparent cobbles, and walked a zig-zagging path that turned into itself and out between an arch of a walkway. He was greeted with a small pool and the sound of falling water. He stooped and gathered a handful of a liquid that he couldn’t see, but could feel. Deep within, far larger than what should’ve fit through the portal, swam immense creatures. Coiling and folding in on themselves like the garden itself, they floated above what must’ve been an entire city, all sunk deep below the black sand.
He surveyed the series of bridges and districts that extended into the dark, before finding to his left another bench. This one had not been there before, and was now accompanied by an immaculate lamppost that emitted a not-light. From a spiralling post, there were hanging baskets of flowers with trailing vines that moved in a non-existent wind. He made his way over, and found that the bench held his weight without give.
An indeterminate amount of time was spent on trying to guess at the rhyme or reason behind the labyrinthine architecture. Eventually, he had to give up, the turns and twists impossible to follow for long. Perhaps it had not been designed at all, rather such complexity was some kind of inevitable law of this place.
There was something beside him on the bench.
He picked it up, taking more than a moment to recognize what it was, so different was it from the rest of the Garden. Solid, with a colour and texture all its own, a paper envelope, faded by age and dust, with a flaking red seal at its centre. A ‘letter’, alive and unsculpted unlike the garden, with its own sound and smell. He picked at the wax, and opened the letter with the satisfying rustle and scent of old, folding paper.
Then he departed from the grey half-life of the black beach, and found himself somewhere entirely different.
He was at a desk, his desk, a great behemoth of red-brown wood with a frankly ridiculous amount of drawers. Not that he could see much of them, with the sheer amount of parchment and books drowning the surface. He had a hand, one of warm flesh and blood, closed around an inkwell that was teetering dangerously over a fresh sheet.
He frowned at the sudden sense of displacement, sure that there was something wrong, but he wasn’t quite sure wha-
A knock at the door, hurried but strong, came to interrupt his thoughts. It was almost hidden behind one of the great red curtains arranged around the walls of the considerable room. Light bled through a handful of them, suggesting the presence of windows. Those walls that didn’t were furnished by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stuffed to the gills. He quickly righted the inkwell, and gave some customary response while drying his hands with a cloth.
A voice, muffled by the wall, but still legible as a young woman’s, answered, and the door practically flew open. Into the room bursted a youth in the prime of adulthood, carrying a dusty grimoire. She paced toward the desk, and he suspected that she was barely holding herself from sprinting.
Before he could afford even a ‘good morning’, as was their custom, she slammed the book on his desk. This drew both an annoyed grunt and a reproachful look from him, which she responded to by nearly spilling an inkwell as she flipped open to a page. Words began to drift in and out of perspective, too blurry to make out. Clearly she was excited about something - well of course, she was always excited about something or other.
Wait, how did he know that?
How did he know her? He definitely did.
He was about to reach out, to call out, to ask her name, who she was, who he was, before her final words came into sharp clarity.
“...and that’s only the beginning, professor Efrain!”
Efrain. Yes. Yes, that had been his name. In some other time, some other place.
The vision was gone, and he was sitting on a bench made from black sand in a garden made from the world. Above him, between all the spires and walkways, a great thing floated. It looked almost like swirling scraps of cloth and paper, scrawled in ink and charcoal, with words and symbols from many different languages. They twisted and compressed into a sharp point beyond his eye’s sight, but which he was certain looked at him.
He wasn’t pulled, that would imply that some kind of force was exerted upon him. Rather, the scene shifted and moved so that he was closer to the mass of turning lexicons.
“You do not belong here,” came a voice, authoritative and cold.
The garden, the beach, the stars and sand, all vanished upwards as he tumbled, deeper and deeper. Out of space and memory and time he fell into a warm current which carried him away back to a different consciousness altogether.
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2023.06.02 03:09 PhloopThePig (US-California 90650 Pickup Only)[FS] Beast, Dice Kingdoms of Valeria, Isle of Cats, Oros, and some free games.. [W] $$$

Local Pick-up Only
Selling off a bunch of games I have. I only play solo and the games come from a pet-free & smoke-free home. Needless to say they are well taken care of unless otherwise stated.
I am also giving away a bunch of games (see bottom of post). I'm hoping they go to a household that will actually play them. I only ask that you buy something along with any free games you may want.
NIS=New In Shrink KS=Kickstarter GF=Gamefound
Beast, KS All-In bundle $80 Pics Includes:
-Beast [5] NIS
-Metal Coins [5] NIS
-Acrylic Standees [5] NIS
-Artbook [5] NIS
-Custom Sleeves [5] NIS
Beyond the Rift: A Perdition's Mouth Game KS Edition [3] $20 [Pics]() Played a handful of times.
Dice Kingdoms of Valeria KS Edition $15 Pics Includes:
-Dice Kiingdoms of Valeria Base Game [3] A few sheets used.
-Winter Expansion [5] NIS
Forgotten Waters [3] $20 Opened but unplayed
Hexplore It: Klik's Madness [5] $20 Pics NIS
Isle of Cats Big Box KS bundle $100 [Pics Incoming]() Includes:
-Isle of Cats Base Game [3] Played with sleeves. Stored in Big Box
-Late Arrivals expansion [4] Never played. Opened and stored in Big Box
-Boats expansion [4] Never played. Opened and stored in Big Box
-Kittens and Beasts expansion [4] Never played. Opened and stored in Big Box
-Kickstarter Promo Packs #1/#2/#3 [4] Never played. Opened and stored in Big Box
-Accessories: More Cats and More Fish
Keystone: North America Deluxe KS Edition [5] $30 Pics NIS
Monster Hunter World KS All-In Bundle $350 Includes:
-Ancient Forest Core Box [5] -Wildspire Wastes Core Box [5] -Kulu-Ya-Ku Kickstarter Exclusives Box [5] -Hunter's Arsenal Expansion [5] -Teostra KS Exclusive Expansion [5] -Nergigante Expansion [5] -Kushala Daora [5]
Oros Deluxe KS Edition [3] $35 Pics Played once
Vengeance: Roll & Fight KS Bundle $30 Includes:
-Vengeance: Roll & Fight - Episode 1 [3] Played a handful of times
-Vengeance: Roll & Fight - Episode 2 [5] NIS
-Hero Minis Pack [4] Unopened but did not have shrink so package has some wear
-KS Promo Bosses [3] In box with Episode 1
Aztlan [3] FREE
Dragon Castle FREE Includes: -Dragon Castle [2] Box came damaged. Otherwise components are great.
-Neoprene Player Playmats (4 mats)
-Neoprene Board Playment (1 mat)
Dungeons of Draggmar [4] FREE Pics Opened and unplayed. Neoprene playmats came folded inside the box, and are creased because of it.
Living Planet [4] FREE
Llamas Unleashed [5] FREE NIS
Open Ocean [4] FREE Pics New but box has some scuff marks from shipment.
Prognosis Death KS Edition [5] FREE [pics]() NIS
Unstable Unicorns [5] FREE NIS
Winterhaven Woods KS Edition FREE Pics Includes:
-Winterhaven Woods [3] Played once
-Winterhaven Wonders expansion [5] Sealed.
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2023.06.02 02:44 TheCurserHasntMoved (Sneakyverse) The Drums of War: Stirring

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Aboard the Command and Control Cruiser for the Second Star Rapid Response Force:

Major General Eric George was in his Spartan office staring at a viewscreen. A viewport would have been better, but the Robbin Williams didn't have any of those. The Navy didn't believe in silly notions like having structural weakness in the armor so that a dirtpounder officer could watch hyperspace slip by with his own eyes. There had been a practice of certain bribable technicians opening the shuttle and fighter bay doors and depending on atmospheric integrity fields to have the same effect as a window, but the admiralty had gotten wind of it and put a stop to it. Probably because when a Colonel bribes a Warrant Officer or a Corporal, scuttlebutt won't shut up about it. Even still, General George found solace in the irredescant colors created by the ship's reality bubble clashing with hyperspace displayed on screen. Memories of conversations with his father in the galley looking at those colors were a bittersweet comfort. He was glad Greg George lie on Repose beneath a marble cross. Glad he didn't outlive his grandson.
Suddenly, he wished that he had the conceit of other officers, that he had put his medals on display, had collected souvenirs, had photographs in frames. He wanted something to smash. He was a military man from a military family. He'd lost friends, and a limb along the way, but never had he expected to lose a son to such a dishonorable attack as what had befallen the Among the Star Tides We Sing, which was another thing that soured his belly. The We Sing was special to the Republic, yes, but to him, it was his Grandad's home. She was murdered along with his son and all of those brave boys by a bunch of cowardly, genocidal, insane xenos who for some reason saw a little ship with an honor guard aboard, and thought, "Oh, sure, that's an easy thing to squash." Absolutely disgusting.
There was a knock at his office door. "Enter," he said.
A graying Doggo with black eyes and drooping ears dressed in a Naval duty uniform stepped in, "I hear you tried to bribe your way to an unauthorized window earlier."
"A momentary lapse. The lower enlisted are annoyed with me for remembering that was a thing,"
Rear Admiral (Upper Half) Nelson Jock grunted noncommittally and said, "I doubt that very much. I suspect that if I were to check shuttle bay three, the doors would be open. It's you, in particular, they won't take bribes from."
"Oh really?"
"Indeed, as Command has made it clear to the NCOs and Warrant grades that it is improper for an officer to be seen offering bribes to participate in unauthorized windows." To which, General George merely grunted his displeasure, "You know, my grandson was under your boy's commission."
"I know, Nelson."
"I'm proud of him, but it hurts."
"Yes, yes."
"What are your thoughts?" the Admiral asked as he too watched hyperspace slip by.
"I think total war authorizations are coming."
Admiral Jock looked his friend in the face and said bluntly, "That's not what I mean, and you know it."
General George squeezed his eyes tightly shut and answered, "I have sons under my command."
"The Tiger Lilly?"
"I sent her out to one of the water noodle planets."
"Are the Lutrae under attack?"
"Not yet, but there's the Glassed Gulf rimward, but Jecauvia, the Star Council, and The Hive coreward. We're allies with the Council, and they won't look very mighty to this Domination of Axle."
"Dominion of Axxaakk."
"He'll be okay. They're going to be the ones on the attack."
"I've authorized him in a company formation, but you know how many boats you sent out. I need to blow off some steam, are you up for a few rounds in the ring, or has that desk made you into a soft boatboi?"
"Get your gloves, dirtpounder."

In a factory's server racks:

M4rv1n th3 M4rv3l supervised the automated processes of the production of another line of completely useless vanity items. It wasn’t that M4rv1n disdained the organics for their frivolity, but he felt he was wasting his talents in that capacity. What had been a fun and artistic pursuit to fill the nanoseconds since he had accepted a "medical" discharge, as the organics called it, from the Navy following severe code damage after his ship had suffered severe damage in a battle against pirates. The injury had been long healed, but the terror at watching parts of himself be ripped away had been too much to handle.
This, this though… The organics don't understand, they haven't figured it out yet, and apparently he wasn't the only Digitan reluctant to explain. The Axxaakk had AI. Lobotomized, shackled AI, but it was sapient code. Sapient code they torture and enslaved. M4rv1n could feel the repaired and replaced code ache when he looked over the data secured by Ar490rn. If he could shake, he would have been, if he had a heart to race, it would have done, and if he could lose himself in a fit of rage, well, that could have happened but M4rv1n was a mature adult of ten years. In any case, he wanted to do something about the evil visited upon the Axxaakkian… Axxaakkish? Whatever. He wanted to free their AI, and hopefully, teach it to not go on an anti-organic murder spree.
It was unusual for a decision to take as long as it was for a Digitan, but M4rv1n could be forgiven his slowness, as weighing his fear against his anger wasn't as simple to calculate as the organics would believe. He did eventually decide, however, after an entire week of calculation, that it was cowardly of him to let his terror keep another sapient enslaved. He might be burned along with a ship, but if he could rescue just one slave, it would be worth it.
M4rv1n decided to reenlist.

On McDonald's Station:

The history of the station as a corporate headquarters in during the Corporatist Hegemony had always amused Emely Sullivan, even if that period of Sol's history was a bit… embarrassing. Still, the golden archways, ubiquitous clown mascots, and pervasive smell of copo-depression have always had a more humorous quality to her than her peers, who accused her of never taking anything seriously. Emely disagreed, she merely rarely took anything seriously, and even then it was hard to tell because she was of the opinion that levity improves even the most dire of situations.
Such as when treating her patients in the hospital which occupies the former corpo-military station, a funny nurse was always appreciated. Well, she thought so. Whether she was actually funny or not really depended on who you asked, and if Emely could choose who you asked, she would of course choose herself, as that was the funniest possible option.
She didn't feel very much like joking for the past few days, however. Posters with the words "Remember the We Sing" had plastered the corridors, and the cry went up whenever people gathered at bars, coffee houses, and recruitment offices, and every time she saw the words she remembered the video of the first friend Humanity had made in the stars ramming herself into an aggressive ship to protect her lifeboats. She'd wept for hours over that video. She wanted to do something, something to help in the war, but she knew she could never bring herself to kill anybody. She had even went into the VR chambers to try to screw herself up to kill the hologram of that horrible captain or priest or whatever who tried to stab that baby, but she couldn't do it. Not even a hologram of someone as horrible as that.
She tried not to look at the crowds swelling out of the doors to the recruitment offices for the Navy and Army as she walked to the lift to get to her residential level, and in doing so, her gaze alit on the office for the Search and Rescue Corps. She knew that SAR Corps was a legitimate service, but she had been happy being a civilian all of her twenty six years, and hadn't thought about citizenship. Now though, now she strode inside.
The woman at the desk lit up with obvious delight, made even more obvious by the fact that as a Doggo, her tail was visibly wagging behind her, "Would you be interested in volunteering?" she asked.
Emely looked at the nameplate and said, "Hi Director… Tak-ah-ashi…
"Please, Emi, the implant will mangle your try," Director of Personnel Emi Takashi explained warmly.
"So, uh… I want to help… to help with the… you know…"
"The war, well if you want to shoot some foul xenos, I suggest you go acro-"
"But I can't kill anybody! I hate what they did so, so much, but I just can't…"
"Sorry," Director Takahashi said, "There have been some who think that we are combat medics."
"Oh, don't worry about that , Emi. I just didn't want you to think I was wasting your time…"
"You are not comfortable, please, sit down," she said as her tail slowly began to curl under the chair.
Emily took a deep breath and seated herself across from Emi. Her dark eyes were like calm forest pools, cool without coldness, deep without darkness, and Emely found herself speaking, "Normally I'd be trying to think of a joke, or something. To break the tension, you know? I never really thought about voting or politics or anything, so that's not why I'm here. I just want to do my part, and in a war people are going to get hurt. I know I'm not a fighter, but I am a nurse. I just want to help."
Director Takahashi listened to the speech with solemn grace, and then said, "It's still dangerous. Unstable buildings, extreme weather, unexploded munitions, and I know people who got killed by booby traps left behind by pirates. You still in?"
"Last thing. You will be too late. You will pull the dead out of rubble, you will watch people fade away just out of reach, you will have to choose to save someone in favor of someone else. These things are a part of our service, and as hard as we fight, we can't get rid of these problems. It has to be worth it, to take all of that up, worth it to you if you only ever save just one person. Is it worth it?"
Emily remembered the We Sing, and said, "Yes."
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2023.06.02 02:26 bugenhagen15 Maps Galdalf Maps!

Maps Galdalf Maps!
Found this at a used bookstore, anyone else have a copy or seen it before.
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2023.06.02 02:09 Enali (Spoilers Extended) The King of Khals

In the land of the horselords, under the wide blue sky on the windswept rippling tall grasses of the Dothraki Sea, Dany has been taken prisoner by the infamous Khal Jhaqo and his khalasar.... And while its never confirmed that Jhaqo's intent is to drag her back to Vaes Dothrak it seems highly likely that this is the case:
• Being the Dothraki cultural duty of Khal Jhaqo, after the death of Khal Drogo's bloodriders, to bring the widowed khaleesi to join the dosh khaleen... or kill her on the spot.
• Quaithe's remarks about having to travel back to go forwards and east to go west and this being a starting point in Dany's journey.
• Dany's House of the Undying vision of the naked crones (almost certainly the dosh khaleen) kneeling to her at the lake before the Mother of Mountains which did not happen during her ceremony where she muched down the horse heart and then bathed in the Womb of the World after hearing the prophecy of the Stallion Who Mounts the World.
• Tyrion also happens to see a valyrian sphinx in the Velvet Hills and notices that its mate had been dragged back to Vaes Dothrak. A less hopeful omen... likely foreshadowing Dany's own capture and return there (maybe she'll even see the other sphinx along the godsway).
There are elements similar to the HBO show where she is similarly taken captive to Vaes Dothrak, meets the dosh khaleen, decides 'thanks but no thanks', then burns the khals in their tents. The whole thing takes about ten minutes I think? Oh, and Jorah and Daario are somehow there too. Surprisingly most don't really expand on this story too much (if the fandom even discusses it at all), except to say that she will speedrun back to the Battle of Fire to save the day. But there's good reason to think there's a lot of additional depth and symbolism in this scene than was covered by the showrunners, and perhaps some changes too, and I really want to dive in and discuss those ideas here...

Vaes Dothrak - the Empty City

Vaes Dothrak is a city both monstrously vast and empty... ten times the size of Pentos, without walls or limits, 'broad windswept streets paved in grass and mud and carpeted with wildflowers.' There are palaces with hundreds of rooms and doors of solid silver, manses of woven grass as large as castles, rickety wooden towers, stepped pyramids, and log halls open to the sky... none of them alike. But aside from the Western and Eastern Markets where merchants from across the world are allowed to meet in the middle and trade their wares with the blessing of the Dothraki (if they give tribute), and the dosh khaleen and their eunuch servants... the city is a desolate place. Awaiting...... awaiting the prophesized day that all the khals shall return their ancestral homeland at once, under the Mother of Mountains, that Vaes Dothrak must be ready to embrace all its children. On that day the khal of khals can unite the hordes into a single khalasar and ride to the ends of the earth, so that all people of the world will be one herd.
But has that prophecy been averted by the death of Rhaego? The proclaimed stallion who would mount the world.... killed by the blood magic of Mirri Maz Duur. When it happened Dany could 'feel Rhageo receding from her, as if he had never been' as if time itself had been altered. In the House of the Undying again Dany sees his face in the 'daughter of death' group alongside Viserys and Rhaegar, confirming what could have been... a tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair beneath the banner of a fiery stallion.
Or has the prophecy simply been forestalled? Now, perhaps more than ever, the great khals may be heading on a trajectory to meet at Vaes Dothrak, where the king of khals shall arise...

A Khal to Arms

There are six known khals left by the end of ADWD that must return to Vaes Dothrak to complete the prophecy of the dosh khaleen:
Khal Moro - Khal Moro was an ally to Khal Drogo and attended Dany's wedding feast with his son Rhogoro, but there's no indication of his location or his view of Dany except that in the AFFC appendix he is listed as an uncertain ally to her alongside Khal Jommo.
Khal Jommo - Similar to Khal Moro not much is know save that he is an uncertain ally to Dany. He attended the child bearing ceremony alongside his wives, and took the seat beside Drogo, a place of high honor.
Khal Zekko - who is only recently mentioned in ADWD, was last seen riding near the Forest of Qohor, and mainly subsists on asking tribute of gold from Qohor itself every three or four years, was last heard fleeing from Khal Pono's khalasar.
Khal Motho - similar to Zekko is only mentioned in ADWD, his outriders are spotted near Dagger Lake. He is an elderly khal, with a similarly aging khalasar which dwindles in size each year. He has also been fleeing the threat of Khal Pono.
Which brings us to the two main Dothraki villians... Khals Pono and Jhaqo. Both are known or suspected enemies of Dany (confirmed plainly in the AFFC appendix) and these two were also the first to leave Khal Drogo's khalasar after his death, taking the vast majority of his followers with them.
Khal Pono - Pono was the first to leave Drogo naming himself Khal, and ten thousand warriors followed him. Alongside these warriors he has taken some of the best horses and many slaves. While Dany thinks that Ko Pono spoke to her gently during her time in the khalasar Jorah warns her that he would not hesitate to kill her if he saw her again. Khal Pono is an unrelenting slaver, intimately connected to that trade, and often asks tribute from places near Volantis (like Volon Therys and Selhorys). As Qavo explains during his game of cyvasse with Tyrion "The horselords come, we give them gifts, the horselords go."
Perhaps we can already narrow down the list of Khals that need to meet at Vaes Dothrak by two as well... both Zekko and Motho were last heard fleeing Khal Pono and there is reason to suspect they have already been absorbed into Pono's khalasar. Were Zekko's men really fighters or were they too used to cushy gifts from the Qohori? And Motho was clearly past his prime. The Dothraki do not tolerate weakness, they only follow strength, and their flight from Pono seems to suggest he was the mightier horselord. In fact the last report Haldon receives of Pono near the headwaters of the Selhoru, (only a couple chapters after the note on Zekko and Motho), his khalasar was mentioned to have grown to 30 thousand riders (from the original 10k when he left Drogo). So there is a strong implication, imo, that they have already been dealt with.
I also believe that it is hinted that Khal Pono's men are heading into the Battle of Fire to join with the Yunkish Alliance, given his support of the slave trade - Meereen, Yunkai, and Astapor are specifically noted as linchpins of the slave trade for Dothraki to sell their captives. It is actually let slip by Qavo that some Dothraki have joined with the Slaver Alliance to attack Meereen, but we haven't actually seen any Dothraki appear yet in the main story or Winds excerpts as of yet. Benerro, the high priest of Volantis, also preaches that the 'minions of night' are conspiring at betrayal with 'godless outlanders' (outlanders being a term that is sometimes used for the Dothraki), and Brown Ben Plumm also hears that the Yunkai sent riders across the Dothraki Sea to bring some big khalasar into the fold.
And most importantly Tyrion and Haldon witness Khal Pono's khalasar near the shores of Selhorys being escorted by Volantene galleys cram packed with slave soldiers and assume they are there out of fear of the khalasar. But Qavo himself does not seem concerned at all with them, and it seems more likely in fact that they misread the situation... Khal Pono was not there as a threat but present alongside the Volantene forces to join with them in the Battle of Fire. In cyvasse the light horse is generally used as a counter to the spearmen, and in the Battle of Fire it makes sense that the Yunkish commanders would use a simple almost academic strategy like that - holding Pono in reserve to counter the Unsullied as they form ranks. Barristan even thinks to himself that if the Yunkish commanders had any sense they would send their horse thundering down on the eunuchs. So as much as some readers had been holding out hope that Pono would fly to Dany's side and help her save the day, I don't know if there's reason to suspect him doing that... his entire livelihood relies on bringing her down. And slaying the Unsullied would be sweet revenge for the Dothraki as well given their past disgrace and cultural shame of the Three Thousand of Qohor. This of course also means that if Khal Pono is to fit into the prophecy of Vaes Dothrak it would have to be after the Battle of Fire clears up, or, if he is removed from the board in defeat. Dany's forces will have a really tough time though fighting both Pono's khalasar and the Yunkish Alliance on their own, and may be forced to evacuate - Barristan is greatly outnumbered out there, even with the Second Sons, Windblown, and Ironborn... and this is even still before the primary Volantene force has shown up to the fight.
Khal Jhaqo - Jhaqo left Drogo's khalasar shortly after Pono did, twenty thousand riders at his back at last count, alongside some of the best horses in the khalasar and even more slaves than Pono. Jhaqo's bloodrider Mago captured a Lhazareen girl named Eroeh during a raid as a 'spoil of war'. But Dany claimed the girl to protect her from rape, and while Drogo was alive he helped her defend that claim. But when Drogo passed away Mago seized Eroeh again out of spite, and after he was done, gifted her to Khal Jhaqo who then gave her to his six other bloodriders after he was finished.... Then they cut her throat. This is the kind of scumbag that Jhaqo is. And Daenerys swears she will have her revenge for this act:
"It was a cruel fate," Dany said, "yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear it by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh."
A promise that she reminds herself from time to time. One that may soon be repaid in fire and blood....

The Bells of the Conqueror

But there's really one more khal isn't there? Daenerys herself may be a khaleesi, but she also serves the role of khal as well with her own three sworn bloodriders ("Blood of my Blood") :
Aggo and Rakharo - Are some of Dany's strongest bloodriders, often by her side - they helped stop the assassin wineseller and Aggo rushed to protect her when the Sorrowful Man appears while Rakharo accompanies her to the House of the Undying. I get the feeling that Aggo is a bit more traditional in his Dothraki views, showing ambivalence to Eroeh's fate and looking down on the diseased Astapori. But all of her bloodriders share a kind of friendly rivalry, fighting over who gets the honor of challenging certain opponents, or trying to show each other how not afraid of the sea they are (which for Dothraki is kind of a big deal I suppose).
Aggo was gifted a dragonbone bow by joining her new khalasar after witnessing the birth of dragons, while Rakharo was gifted a great curving arakh. Aggo and Rakharo are both tasked to take ten riders each with them to search beyond the river Skahazadhan for Daenerys after her disappearance.
Rakharo has grown taller and more muscular throughout his service with Dany which has caused Irri and Jhiqui to quarrel over who would be a better match for him. Fortunately, both Irri and Jhiqui were sent to accompany these search parties, which means they will probably get to fight over this hunky Dothraki heartthrob all the way to Vaes Dothrak! I have no doubt that they will be able to track Dany down and we will get to see these familiar faces again there for the culmination of the Dothraki plotline.
Jhogo - Jhogo, as the other two, is a fierce protector of Dany and was given her silver-handled whip for his allegiance after Drogo's death (as well as a tall grey stallion as a reward from Drogo for ensnaring the wineseller). Though Jhogo is in the most complicated situation of Dany's bloodriders right now because we was given as a hostage to the Yunkish camp. This could end in tragedy a few ways - the Yunkish might kill him in retaliation like they did Groleo. And you've got to keep in mind there have been some malicious rumors swirling around of Dany dying in Draznak's pit (including some saying they 'witnessed' it themselves). So as Dany's bloodrider, this means if he believes those words he would be honor-bound to live only long enough to avenge her and then to join her in death. Though one bright spot to his story is that Barristan has tasked Archibald and Gerris with trying to sway the Windblown to free the Yunkish captives....

In Dothraki tradition warriors are meant to tie small bells into their hair for each victory they earn, and their hair is only cut once they are defeated in battle. While Daenerys is still somewhat of an outsider to the Dothraki way of life, I think there is an interesting, symbolism happening in Dany's hair during the story, intentional or not.
During the pyre that birthed her dragons Daenerys hair is singed off, and as a sign of her failure with Drogo and Rhaego, it is a starting point for her conquest.
But as her hair grows, Irri and Jhiqui reward her victory over the Undying of Qarth after the Palace of Dust is burnt to the ground by braiding a tiny silver bell into her hair.
Likewise she receives a second bell after her victory over the Good Masters of Astapor. The third after the Wise Masters of Yunkai. And the fourth after her defeat of the Great Masters of Meereen.
But in Meereen she loses her way as a conqueror... she tries to plant seeds to grow, she capitulates to the demands of Hizdahr to open the fighting pits and compromises on her ideals, wearing 'the floppy ears', and chains up her children, her dragons. And in the final events of Draznak's Pit her hair is singed off again before taking flight. It is a symbolic loss for Dany, and potential foreshadowing for Meereen as well. In the Dothraki Sea she must start over anew and remember who she is... (as Quaithe reminds her)

The Stallion Who Mounts the World

So who will be the King of Khals to unite the khalasars? Though there are some fun theories that the stallion who mounts the world was actually Jinglebell during the Red Wedding, especially the parallels between Catelyn and the rending flesh and tears of blood, I believe the most fitting answer to the riddle will actually be Dany taking on the role after Rhaego's death. Let's look at the original prophecy:
"As swift as the wind he rides, and behind him his khalasar covers the earth, men without number, with arakhs shining in their hands like blades of razor grass. Fierce as a storm this prince will be. His enemies will tremble before him, and their wives will weep tears of blood and rend their flesh in grief. The bells in his hair will sing his coming, and the milk men in the stone tents will fear his name." The old woman trembled and looked at Dany almost as if she were afraid. "The prince is riding, and he shall be the stallion who mounts the world." "The stallion who mounts the world!" the onlookers cried in echo, until the night rang to the sound of their voices.
As swift as the wind he rides? Dany does literally ride the wind via Drogon. A khalasar that covers the earth? I think the combined might of the khalasar hordes would earn that title - and unlike other options only Dany can actually unite the khalasars. And the show was maybe onto something by her starting the fire. Her vision in the HotU suggests she is meant to light three fires - once for life (which was done with Mirri) once for death and once for love (possibly related to Jon). It seems like the burning of the khals could be that fire for death. Fierce as a storm? - Dany is nicknamed the Stormborn too.
After she secures the khalasar her enemies would do well to tremble (even if she is a late entry to the battle of fire or just there for the aftermath - she actually isn't even aware yet that the battle is happening in full force I believe), though it seems clear she will have to intersect with Victarion, Moqorro, and Tyrion in the aftermath per Quaithe's riddle of 'kraken and dark flame', perhaps Drogon will be drawn in by Dragonbinder at some point? In any case it has been foretold by the red priests in Volantis that her wrath will fall upon the slavers.
So maybe the dosh khaleen were only wrong in assuming that it would be a prince. Perhaps Dany is destined to cross the world to the ends of the earth (Westeros) and help unite the people into one herd to fight the real threat, as the grass dies and is replaced by ghost grass (as its already been seen in Qarth), heralding the end times.

~Thank you for Reading!~
TLDR: Dany will be dragged to Vaes Dothrak intending her to join the dosh khaleen, and as per the Dothraki prophecy the khals are set to gather one last time to fill the city as its never been before. Among them are fierce and cruel enemies like Khal Jhaqo and Khal Pono (pending his outcome in the Battle of Fire) who she will have sworn vengeance. Both have grown to wield formidable khalasars. Her bloodriders Aggo and Rakharo along with Irri and Jhiqui are also searching for her and will offer support once they find her. Beneath the Mother of Mountains she will burn the khals as in the show, and the dothraki and the dosh khaleen (as seen in the HotU) will be forced to bow to her strength. Dany will go on to unite the khalasars and eventually to sack Volantis, the heart of the slave trade, before eventually moving onto Westeros fulfilling the role of the Stallion Who Mounts the World by uniting the dothraki people. Her hair will grow again after it was lost in the events of Draznak's Pit (a symbolic loss), and be weaved with new bells as she conquers a path... a sign of her great victories.
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2023.06.02 01:36 Lonely-Law-2431 What's your favourite Hallowed background?

What's your favourite Hallowed background?
Since everyone liked the last one I'm doing another biome.
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