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The Evengate

Session 14
Crystals and Trolls

The tiny purple flame flickered and danced on its wick. The light shone out and warmed the tall crystal, magically balanced on its long point. The grim mercenaries cleaned their blades and watched the shadows cast against the wall.

“Is there some kind of pattern?” asked the half-orc.

“We’ll need some scholars here, no doubt,” muttered the dwarf.

Laden, the halfling, crept closer to the design. “These motes here, I know these,” with a tiny finger, he traced a pattern between dots, “This is the Belt of Skrim. And here, The Sleeping Beast, and The Otus Dagger. These are constellations. This is a map of the cosmos. We can use this,” the little sorcerer ran over to fiddle with the crystal’s focusing plate.

“Hey now, don’t touch it. You don’t know what it’ll… I mean,” the drunk elf leaned against a nearby desk, “That could do anything in here. This whole place is weird magic,”

Just then, a menacing scream from below.

“The hell was that!?!” the barbarian whispered as he drew steel.

“Oh that’s just the trolls downstairs,” nodded the half-orc, “It’s even weirder, trust me. You don’t want to know,”

Session 13
The Pocket Tropic

The elf, slinking low, skirting the hedgerow, hurried back to the party. The intrepid adventurers huddled just past the gates of a large mansion.

The halfling spoke first, “Were they in there? Did you see the loot?”

“Oh they were in there,” Kellion replied, “I didn’t see any of the shit, but it was definately them,”

Augh scanned the estate grounds, plotting various entrances, “So should we just bust in? Mop ’em up?”

Kellion spit on the ground, “Well there’s a problem with that,”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe not a problem, just a goddamn complication. They’ve got a giant upstairs,”

Brok sneered, “Pfft, how big?”

“Big, alright. Big enough,” Kellion fished out a hip flask and took a hard pull off some cheap gin, “He was up there moping around on a bed twiddling his thumbs,”

“Did he, uhh,” the halfling thought aloud, “did he have a big, crooked nose and a few bald patches on the side of his head?”

“Yep, an’ looks stupider than dirt,”

“Oh, that’s him,” assured the halfling.

“Really? Same giant from the castle?” asked Augh.

“Gotta be,”

Augh stood up and glanced over at a second story window, “Well crap. You all wait here. I’ll go have a chat with him,”

As the orc crept off to the mansion, the little minotaur carefully watched the windows for movement, “So, when do you think we’ll have to rush in there?”

The dwarf scratched his chin, picking a few stones and clumps of mud out of his beard, “That giant’ll start kicking out walls and shouting. If the whole place doesn’t fall down, we charge in,”

“That was a joke, right?” brayed Dulan, “He was telling a joke. The building won’t collapse, right?”

From the building beyond, a great voice boomed, “OKAY NEW BEST FRIEND, LET’S GO!” Along with a loud crash and a cloud of billowing dust as the giant crashed about.

Torr tilted his helmet and started jogging to the mansion, “Dwarves don’t joke about giants, minotaur,”

Session 12
A Plan Comes Together

“Does this hurt?”

“Not really,” the half orc watched the deva’s careful needlework, “Not compared to earlier,”

“The stitching is really just for show. The ritual should hold it on. Can you move any fingers yet?”

The orc tested his hand, flicking one digit after another. “Yeah, though no feeling yet,”

“Yeah, about that… This hand looks mostly dead. I don’t think you’ll be seeing much color in it,”

“Dead? Will it rot?”

“Hmm,” the Smile muttered, “We’ll have to see. No shortage of hands these days. If you need a new one, I’ll scare one up,”

“Alright, thanks. Do I owe you anything?”

“Oh, just a story, really. I want to hear how this happened,”

“You know that big, fat shifter who moved himself into the Baron’s castle?”

The deva chuckled, “The one with all the floating bears?”

“Yeah,” muttered Augh, “I told him what’s what,”

“You were mouthing off to a guy with a bunch of magic bears?”

“And his army,”

The Smile whistled, “And his army. I’m amazed that he could even find your hand to chop it off. He must’ve needed a search party to locate it in the shadow of your titanic balls,”

The orc ignored the comment, testing his new hand, plucking a dagger from his sleeve and twirling it around.

“So,” the deva continued, "What do you plan now?

“What else?” the orc flipped his knife over and over, stashing back into one of the many concealed folds in his cloak. “Revenge,” his eyes flashed with excitement at such a dangerous word.

“Hardly a rational response, given previous circumstances,” mused the Smile, “But then, if you were even remotely rational, I wouldn’t be quite so fond of you. Any thoughts on strategy?”

“We have some people on the inside. We’re going to catch him with his pants down,”

“Hmm, sounds stupid, like children boasting about murdering dragons,” the deva stood to pour two more glasses of wine. “Whatever happens, try not to die,” He offered a glass to the orc and said, “I really want to hear how this one ends,”

Session 11
Prison Break!

Two trunks stacked in the center of the tent formed a makeshift table. The grim faced captain surveyed a stack of maps, making careful notes, drawing hard lines with a length of wrapped charcoal. A lietenant escorted a few visitors inside. The dwarf knight, the goliath savage, the tiny minotaur, and the halfling nobleman all shuffled in. Normally so proud and eager, in the presence of the captain, they squirmed uncomfortably like children in trouble.

“Yes, what is it?” barked the old soldier.

“We’ve come to discuss the invasion,” the halfling offered.

“If you have intel, spit it out already,” He glanced toward the hulking tribesman, “Your kin might be scaling the wall right now,”

“Yes, they might well be,” the goliath fumbled through his thick head for words, “Thing is, the invasion, you might want to let it happen,”

Ecklan stopped and looked up slowly. The four friends nearly turned green, hands creeping to hilts defensively.

“What he means is, uhh,” the dwarf volunteered, “Your strength would be wasted on the wall. The king would be better served with a cunning hand among the occupied peoples. A saboteur. your specialty,”

The captain watched the four of them, considering. “No, it’s foolishness,” he finhally stated.

“Please,” said Laden, the halfling, “Think of the battle ahead. Their number knows no limit. Your hundred blades would fail,”

“The pass is a narrow squeeze. My hundred would fight only ten, then ten again, then another ten. We’d tear them apart with their own bellies. The savages have no way to feed such an army, no supply lines. They plan to feed their troops on spoils. A few days trapped in the pass, and the whole horde will fall apart,”

“Oh man, he’s ri-i-ight,” worried Dulan.

“No, sir, you can’t win. I’ve seen the armies with my spirit eyes. They have monsters at their call, beasts. They’d fly above and overwhelm. Your men should hold away in the city,” spoke the goliath.

“My men know their trade. This is not my first harvest, savage. I’ve tricks for fliers and diggers alike. Ghosts too, if they send them. I’ll lob their fearsome, monsterous heads back among the barbarians and watch the fear tear their ranks asunder. We hold them here,”

“I agree-ee-ee with him. We should do what he says,” the minotaur fretted.

“But the risks, sir,” the halfling said, “Think of the gamble, keeping yourself on the line like that. Let your men hold the wall while you stay within the city, preparing the defence. Cover yourself carefully. The king would want you to live and serve Ghal best,”

“Hmm, remove a few soldiers and retreat into the city?”

“Think of it like a fallback bullwark,” the halfling’s slippery, silver tongue at work.

The captain held them there for a long moment with his steely eyes, searching them. “I’ll think on it. Good day,” he dismissed them and returned to his maps.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the city streets, in the bowels of Penny Basement, the ferocious General Redstick hung in shame and shackles against the damp earthen walls. Something was happening in the prison. The usual chorus of cowards and their wailing has been replaced. Now there is only screams of pain and rage. The stink of blood, the sound of sliced flesh. The prison was coming alive with violence.

The general was pleased, death and blood, it smelled like home.

There were warriors outside his cell. No, wait, they were not warriors. They were southerners, cowards. They smiled at him, offering freedom. They had little tools to open the shackles. He looked at their proud little smiles. The southern peoples, always so happy to give gifts to their enemies. They wrap their poison pills in gold and ribbon. They seem so sure of themselves, freeing the general. “Courtesy of the Thunderpeaks,” one has the gall to say. They use that honorable name to cloak their treachery, their greedy smiles.

The general ignores their profanity. He waits and lets them free his shackles. Hands free, he summons the spirits to his side. For a moment, he considers wiping the fools away, stomping down their simpering hopes. They can’t wait to free him from this prison to build him inside a larger one. Such is the way of the southern cowards.

But no, he smiles at them and nods, then leads his spirit army off and out to the wall and his troops beyond.

Session 10
The Party

Sometime around three in the morning Tor, huffing and puffing, finally arrived at the brothel. He leaned against the old, crumbling wall and fought to catch his breath. His pale hands trembled against the haft of his axe, but he refused to sling it across his back. Looking over the broken cobbles of the street, he recognized Zuke standing quietly by the door, his cloak pulled tight against the bitter, morning chill, his hood drawn low over his face.

“Ho there, human. Is it safe?”

Without turning, the invoker replied, “Were you followed?”

“Had a bit of a scare, but no, drove the bastard off,” returned the dwarf.

“Then we are safe,”

Tor nodded and waved at the shadows. Two figures cautiously crept out. The Baron and his chamberlain rushed the brothel and shut themselves inside.

“Well that’s over then,” said Tor, scratching at the spittle frozen to his beard.

“Quite a night,” agreed Zuke, still looking away, down the street.

“You hear that? Squeaking or something…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,”

The dwarf finally slung his axe, “Hope none of them rats are around. Little beasts give me shivers, always going on about sugar and such,”

Zuke said nothing. The wind picked up for a moment, ruffling his cloak.

The dwarf continued, “Long night, anyway. Crazy party,” he mused while kicking some of the clotted mud from his boots, “Not even sure what happened. D’you know if the orc went off and did what the halfling asked?”

Zuke nodded.

Tor exhaled, grinding his teeth anxiously, “Dark business there,” he hesitated with a question, not particularly wanting to know the answer, “So the, uhh, whole family then?”

“Gutted and left to burn,”

“Ach,” Tor winced. He dug through his pockets for a strip of blackroot to chew. There was something comforting about the old, bitter taste of blackroot between the teeth. The dwarf wiped at his runny nose and thought for a moment, “How did the priest take the news?”

“Not well,” was Zuke’s simple reply.

“Not well, eh? What does that mean? Where is he now?” the dwarf prodded.

Zuke said nothing.

“Yeah. I can see that. Dark business it was. Dark,” the words did little to ease his troubled mind, but the silence made Tor just as uncomfortable. He spoke up again, “So what about you then, anything happen after the party?”

“It’s been a busy night. I’ve been busy down in the tunnels,”

“Oh yeah? Have fun with the rats?”

“I’ve seen quite a many strange things tonight. About myself. About the world,”

“Ha! You’re getting all cryptic. You’ve been hanging out with that Smile fellow?”

Zuke turned to his companion, “Tonight, Zuke the man has died. In his flesh now rises Zuke the god,”

The cowl falls away, and the dwarf looks into the empty cave where eyes should lie. Tor staggers away and fumbles his weapon into his hands. “By Moradin’s steady hand, your eyes!”

“I no longer need them. I see things farther and faster. I see the true face of this city,” he speaks calmly, almost lyrically, “The nights will grow even darker, my friend, and we’ll be busy indeed,”

Session 9
Welcome to the Machine

The dust stung his eyes, but he knew it could not be dust. The blazing sun, the cracked clay earth, it wasn’t real exactly. The minotaur bent down and touched the ground, rubbing the soil bbetween his fingers. It certainly felt real. If there were seams in the disguise, holes in the tapestry, Dulan couldn’t see them. He was walking inside the mind of a stranger and planning to face off against an enemy more ancient and powerful than anything he’d ever understand.

Six images floated nearby, spirit servants summoned as companions and guardians. Each in turn spoke its name and pledged its service. There was:

-Brother Snake the hypnotist, the charlatan, the liar. Poisonous smile, poisonous eyes, poisonous mind. He can trick even himself, bending backwards to attack his own tail.
-Brother Bear, sullen protector, great guardian. Overbearing, Overpowering, Overprotective.
-Brother Vulture, blood drunk. Bloated war-glutton, herald of death, he is the first to bring new life to the killing fields.
-Brother Tiger the brilliant. He carefully calculates and hunts with single minded purpose. He likes to toy with his dinners.
-Brother Beetle in his blackened shell. He is cautious, guarded, paranoid, but attacks with blinding speed and strength.
-Brother Broken the no-mind, the identity of no identity. His is the name of the void, a swirl of darkness around a white mask.

And before them spun a great cyclone, a vortex of sand and dust at the center of the wasteland. Phantoms images gathered before the wind’s fury to enact some old tribal minotaur rite of passage. They gathered children to throw into the cyclone. Hulking beast-men painted in sky-blue chalk hurled their children into the storm. They were taken at once, their skin stripped away, vanishing into the tornado.

Dulan rushed to save the children, but his hands passed straight through them. This was a memory, an old routine playing out in the mind of Abra, the strange shaman who has promised to help Dulan sever his connection to Baphomet, demonic father of all minotaurs. And yet, there was something hiding behind the memory, a vision of chains and bone. A poisonous claw lashed out from the illusions to strike the spirits. The spirits rallied and struck back.

Brother Bear threw himself forward first to protect the children, despite their illusory nature. Brother Vulture threw himself screaming to the winds, to speed by and dive in a blood-curdling attack. Brother Snake wove around the distant fields, casting his nefarious magicks. Brother Beetle lumbered to the center to snap at the chains connecting all the hidden claws. Brother Tiger directed the battle, rallying his friends while Brother Broken, ignoring him, lunged directly into the heart of the storm.

The soul of the storm emerged, a construct like a dragon made of twisted chains and cattle bones, dripping with poison, covered in obsidian shards like scales of black glass. It screamed and charged, attempting to drive away the interlopers. Dulan called upon his ancestors who rose like a thousand mouths from the ground to snap at the beast. So distracted, Brother Vulture could fall from the sky to drive his hammer into the dragon’s face.

Howling, the creature split into a thousand prehensile strands of chain, fleeing back into the cyclone. Dulan gave chase, fighting against the brutal, blinding winds to the center.

The dragon slipped into a cave at the eye of the storm. As they approached the cave, the spirits noticed the rocks becoming a giant skull, and the cave, an eye socket. They were standing inside a vast hourglass with the sand running out beneath their feet. They hurried inside.

They chased the dragon into the twisting halls beyond. The cave was now a pathway of glass suspended in some kind of astral vacuum. They were no longer in Abra’s mind, but traveling along a pathway linking him to that great demon, the progenitor Baphomet.

They could see the whole of the network, the psychic pipes binding every minotaur to Baphomet’s heart. They could see deaths like flashes of light; energy pulsing down the length of the construct, feeding the demon. As they neared, they could see the reality of the creature and his very nature. Baphomet, the monster, blood-hungry war-bringer, was no more than a machine, like a calculator. His labyrinths of madness were no more than circuit paths, his vast design and every function powered by violence, fear, and death. He was a computer, built at the dawn of time to perform a single task, to answer a single question, and he has labored with single-minded determination ever since.

There, finally, at his heart did they find that missing piece of Abra, the connection to Baphomet, arcane perfection, the astral computer. Bound in silk and hovering over a pit of cracking energy, a shadow of a young boy minotaur hung. Over him crawled the dragon, licking its wounds. Milky grey flesh plumped over the broken links of his chain-body as it slithered forward to devour the spirits.

Ready for battle, the spirits threw themselves at the monster. Hidden in the wyrm’s tongue was a dripping fang loaded with a terrible poison. Brother Vulture, taken with a sting, fought to hild his very midn together as the venom worked its way. It was Brother Broken, smiling, who took the beast unawares. Moving like a whisper, he cleanly swapped his mind for that of the beast.

Screaming in hatred, the beast now controlling the Broken spirit attacked Dulan. Brother Broken steered the dragon into the pit, bracing the beasts horrid face into the burning light. Held there, the party rained pain and fury down, pressing the creature further and further towards death.

But it was Dulan who made his peace with the universe. Seeing time and space, and his place in it; he connected to the vastness, calling out. He realized his place in the puzzle, and yet, a piece that carried the whole of the puzzle with him. He shattered his spirit-self into a thousand pieces, each burning like a star, forming into swirling constellations. The whole of creation, filled plump like a womb opening into the birth of time itself. The light and heat burned forward, searing the beast, driving the flesh from bone, breaking the chains, burning the sticky silk. And from the supernova he stepped, reborn.

The spirit of Abra, now freed from Baphomet, floated forward. Teered flooded his ghostly face as he thanked Dulan. A moment of horror then, and confusion. Dulan asked the matter, but Abra replied cryptically with, “When it comes your time to be free, you will be given a choice. You must not hesitate. Promise me that! You must not hesitate!”

And when he awoke from his trance, the shaman was gone…

Session 8
Pickup Styx

After a week of wild hallucinations, Brokthul finally awoke from his coma. Troubled by visions of the ring of burning eyes, the field of infinite fire, the red blaze surrounded by six wings, Brok sought out a local moonsister for answers. She, instead, had questions for him.

Her ancestor spirit, The Great Wheel, had not been answering her pleas. A great war threatens the city and she needs to hear from the spirit. A group of barbarian generals awaited her prophecies. Brok agreed. The moonsister came around to the player’s inn later that evening.

Drawing a chalk outline on the floor, she opened a door to the Feywild. The evening opened out into a dark, green field leading to the two great mountains to the north. The players followed the path, leading deep into the mad wild of the land. Crazed, bearded creatures swarmed out of the living mountains to swarm over the players. Named Korreds, they threw themselves onto the PCs wrapping ropes around their necks. A female danced on stilts, shouting to her brothers through a fierce, clay mask. Her cries of ‘Booga Gebooga Boog’ stirred the Korreds to mad brutality. Battered and bloody, they drove the creatures back into their mountain homes.

Beyond the pass north, a lake of ink with wide lilypads that glowed like campfires. A stone altar lifted the party up into the sky where the great spinning spirit confronted the group, delivering it’s dire warnings of the coming invasion of Northallow. The spirit showed them the eruption underneath the ground that would someday become Northallow. A thousand beholders spilling out from a great egg met in battle by a great Turathi legion. Blood and carnage. A legacy of violence.

Returning to the real world, armed with such knowledge, the party split to contact their different sources. Tor went to speak with the secretive ‘Watchers at the Door’, Brok went to consult with the savages, Wilson ran to deliver the dire warnings to the Baron. Little did the humble cleric know that the villain Slantwise was setting a trap in Castle Amshire.

A devious trick by Slantwise sent the castle guards to chase Wilson from the castle. Now a wanted fugitive, he ran through the back roads and alleys, trying to lose pursuit. The Sheriff’s men were too persistent, eventually finding him hidden behind a pile of trash. Shackled, they lead the cleric hobbling through the streets to Penny Basement.

Rafto sent some men to intercept the prisoner, staging a small riot to extract Wilson and hide him among the houses. Free again, but a wanted man, Wilson skulked back to his inn licking his wounds. As the party consulted with each other and shared notes, they decided to meet with The Smile the next morning and pool resources.

With a rare display of caution, the party decided to sneak through town via the rat warrens. With the friendly rat Collective as their guides, they could safely access any part of the city. Passing through the great center of the collective, they could see a hugee, fleshy mass dangling from the ceiling on lengths of gooey mucous and tendons. Was this some new stage of evolution for the rats, or perhaps they were growing their own god.

Popping up in Gilded Hill, The Smile was pleased to see them. He quickly drafted some forms to grant official pardons for any of the party members. Discussing how exactly to spread their warnings, the party decided to throw a great party using The Smile’s connections. All the power players in town would be there. All their hated enemies, all their most powerful potential allies, all in one place. The temptation to poison the punchbowl is overwhelming.

Session 7
Friends in Low Places

The Army of Rats

The public works project around the old sewers had not been going well. People had been vanishing. Just a few at first, then dozens. Everything had ceased pending further investigation. The players were called in. The city council offered a generous fee with bonuses if the threat from below could be neutralized. The players quickly agreed.

Down in the tunnels, strange phenomena assaulted their senses. Walls freezing solid, unexplained visions, the sound of a massive heart beating so loud the walls shake. Then the rats struck.

Guardsmen with their heads nearly gnawed off piloted by mad rats crawling along the ceiling lunging down with blades drawn. Piles of rats spilling from grates, overwhelming the heroes, almost drowing them in the filth. Something was controlling or connecting the rats. Some kind of greater power.

After the brutal fight, an explosion shook the halls. The players were trapped. Poison cannisters clanked and rolled down. The sewers were filling with a deadly poison. As they fled deeper into the tunnels, they discovered a ghost chasing them in the walls. One of Groat’s lieutenants, a revenant named Slantwise, tormented the players, lashing out from the shadows with powerful psychic attacks.

Past the sewers and the old siege tunnels, the players found an ancient excavation. Even Slantwise feared to follow any deeper. Wall markings and odd coins found in the deep heralded an ancient time, stone first dug around the days of the Dawn War. These tunnels as ancient as the world itself.

Rats floated by, swollen like balloons of brain matter. They were the collective, an abberrant psychic mass of mutated rats dwelling in a great egg-shaped cavern in the hollow core of Gilded Hill. The beasts swarmed and huddled over a strange black pool of oily fluid. The players entertained ideas of poisoning the verminous swarm, but instead negotiated with the swelling sentience. The Collective agreed to free all their captives and refrain from attacking any more workers while the party agreed to arrange for trash to be dumped into the tunnels for the collective to feast upon.

The players crept out of the sewers later that day with yet another strange ally and a dozen stranger questions about the nature of the city and their place in its immediate destiny

Session 6
The Wickerville Ghost

The Wickerville Ghost

Wandering idly through the markets out in Wickerville, the players were confronted with a mad, babbling elf. She might have just been any old, crazy bum, save for her very peculiar words.

Red eyes in the cliff
Red eyes down the mountain
Dark windows speak silver riddles
Puddles of floating bones grow up
They flood up in amber
When you took the red eyes down the mountain

Augh recognized her babbling. She was referring to that blasted idol. The party knew that they couldn’t just walk away. Asking around, they learned the mad elf’s name and her home. Escorting the poor creature to her keepers, the PCs discovered the apparent source of her anguish: Children have been vanishing.

Red shadows in thick mist every night come and claim a few children. No one knows how long this has been going on, mostly the urchins and orphans went first. Rafto Budgewagon has been organizing a sort of neighborhood watch. He has a great deal of resentment for adventurers, and refuses to help the PCs unless they are willing to scratch his back first. Such a seemingly simple request: Find employment for some of his people. How difficult could that be?

A meeting with the Baron proved difficult indeed. A number of other petitioners waited for an audience as well. Pacing back and forth in the main hall, the PCs met Captain Ecklan and the boisterous lawyer, Dantarion Beepe. The Baron rarely keeps his own appointments and the petitioners held little hope that they would be seen. Altering tactics, the PCs went looking elsewhere.

Down in Penny Basement, Sheriff Groat was interested in hiring on extra seasonable help, but he asked a steep price: Poison a hundred of Ecklan’s horses. THe PCs left the Basement with Groat’s bitter hissing ringing in their ears. After some debate, they settled that they couldn’t work with Groat. They betrayed him to Ecklan, thus earning a ruthless enemy.

They weren’t able to secure the work until making another tour of the city and pulling some strings to finally gain an audience with the Baron. They lined up a few dozen jobs renovating sewer tunnels beneath Gilded Hill. Rafto was pleased. That night, they went out hunting.

Sure enough, the ghosts were out. Red, sickly pillars of flame leading zombie kidnappers. A brutal skirmish in the streets lead the PCs to a basement where their old friend, Gakpra was tied to an altar, imprisoned in dangerous magicks.

After freeing the little kobold, he described the strange spirits inhabiting the ruby idol and how a number of worshippers of Jubliex had tracked him down and stolen its power. They were the ones behind the kidnapping, feeding the children directly to their mad god’s oozing belly.

A frantic race through the city’s mist lead to a heated scuffle around a portal to another world. The maw of Jubilex waited, almost claining a few savory meals. Finally, the mangled worshippers were felled and the portal sealed. In doing so, the players won a powerful, albeit reluctant ally in the dwarf, Rafto.

Session 5
Ssstrange Bedfellows

Billy Blue called the PCs to his little restaurant. He paced around his back room. He was pissed but, for once, the players were not the cause. A corpse on a table, a pile of jewels, and two ratty looking cutpurses all huddled together, waiting Billy’s verdict. They painted quite a story.

‘It was just a hold up. We weren’t gunna kill him,’

‘He started hissing and pulling out this knife. We was just defendin ourselves. It was an accident,’

The thieves were operating outside their assigned neighborhood. That offense was normally enough to warrant a quick, messy death. There was a complication, however. As the PCs approached the body, they could see the corpse’s light-green scales, the flat-slitted nostrils, the nictating eyelids turning dry and milky. They’ve accidently killed a yuan-ti. If Billy didn’t move quickly and decisively, the whole town could turn on him, that is, if the snakes didn’t get him first.

The players scooped up the pile of jewels as payment for their investigation. Careful inspection of the corpses clothes lead them to the cobbled heights of Gilded Hill. The yuan-ti had been impersonating a local lawyer working with a court surveyor. Documents lifted from his apartment lead the PCs to a run-down shop out in Pott’s Field.

There, they met a rather friendly, talkative Yuan-ti mastermind already packing up. Whatever reason originally lead the snake-worshippers to set up shop in Northallow, they’ve decided to relocate somewhere warmer. The leader, named Yrss, made a bargain with the players: let the snakes walk free and the players can have full access to the cult’s treasury in town. The only caveat, Yrss is a genius trapmaker, a true artiste, and the treasures are guarded with some of his most nefarious traps.

Eager for great reward and piqued by the promise of danger, the players accepted the deal. They didn’t want to just let the trapmaker walk, so at sword point, they lead him toward his own devices.

In front of a run-down warehouse along a shady road in The Old Post, the party stopped to cautiously approach, checking locks, poking around windows. Yrss giggled and clapped as the players guessed and second guessed each of their actions. They spent an agonizing half hour skirting around the circumference of the warehouse. They foiled a few simple needle traps, an odd clockwork mouse, and a false chest in a crate.

Finally, after dusting off an old riddle in the middle of the floor, a room opened under their feet. Shelves rolled back and folded up as the true trap-puzzle rolled out. An altar filled with arcane switches, a set of panels with divine runes arranged with vague symbols, and a set of snake statues curled up all quietly waiting for a few intrepid adventurers to test their mettle.

As they climbed inside, a net of necrotic energy trapped them within the puzzle-room and slowly lowered, threatening to crush them under it’s crackling darkness. The statues animated and circled, tossing players onto springboards, launching them into the life-draining net. After a great deal of frantic button-pressing, the net fizzzled and failed, freeing the players. A grate opened leading the players to the snake’s secret armory.

Pleased with the demonstration of his machinations, Yrss divulged a special password, “Darkness Overcomes” and vanished, shedding his skin in the process.

The password deactivated the final trap, one which would have destroyed the treasure itself, and the players were pleased to find a great fortune in piled gold, as well as a number of exotic and powerful magical trinkets.

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A 10!

What a wonderful day. A 10! For starters, there was no sibling bickering, and very little whining. That alone makes it a 9. It gets pushed up to a 10 when I feel completely fulfilled and happy and only a few things can really do that for me. One of those things is a trip to see some art. And wow, did we find it today!

I decided to take the girls to The Clark today. It's a fine art museum in Williamstown, MA, a short drive from here. I really don't know how long it takes to get there because I didn't look at the clock all day. We got ready at a leisurely pace, drove along country roads, up and down a mountain at a leisurely pace, ate a picnic lunch on the museum grounds at our own pace, and toured the museum without regard to the time.

I've been taking the girls to the Hyde Collection and I finally feel comfortable branching out to other museums with them. They understand the behavioral rules at the museum: no loud voices, no running, no jumping, don't get too close to the artwork, and only dance in small circles if you don't risk bumping into other people. They're starting to understand the real rules, and when they fully understand those, they won't need to remember the behavioral rules, because acting in a disrespectful manner won't be an issue at all. The real rules are: ask questions about the art, wonder what is happening in a painting, and wonder what happened in it before and after it was captured by the artist, pay attention to how it makes you feel, pay attention to what is in it and what isn't in it, and most of all, remember that each piece of art will mean something different each time you look at it throughout your life.

'H' is young, too young to remember the behavioral rules all the time, but she is really good at asking questions about the art. 'A' is an attentive student. I had several people come up to me and tell me that the girls were so good about asking questions about the works and appreciating what was there. I have to admit, I expected them to say that they were so well behaved, but the people who approached me were past that - they weren't paying attention to the girls' behavior. They were paying attention to how they interacted with the art. These people loved art too. They understood the real rules, and were happy to see two little girls learning them too.

I went a little crazy at the gift shop - crazy for me, because I usually don't purchase anything. 'A' and 'H' each picked out a postcard of their favorite painting to bring home, and I bought three books that make me feel super excited:

Spot the Differences: Art Masterpiece Mysteries, published by Dover Publications. My goodness, this book makes me want to cry tears of happiness! Each set of full color, beautiful pages shows 2 copies of a famous work of art and one copy has between 6-14 changes to find. For example this is one page and this is the next. I love it because it gets children to really look at a work of art. And it's Book 1, which means there is a Book 2. Oh my, double heaven!

The second book I bought is a type of un-coloring book, which is great for someone like me (I have a severe coloring book aversion). Artastic! is full of "art smart activities" that engage children. It met 'A's approval, so I decided to get it.

The Usborne Book of Art Ideas is a great guide for me. It has all kinds of ideas about introducing children to different ways of creating with paints and crayons and pastels.

It was wonderful day - the weather was great, the art was wonderful, the girls were a delight, and the drive was more than pleasant. We came home and right away broke out the watercolor paints and paper and went to work experimenting.

Tomorrow, Jeff and I are going to take the girls for a kayak trip. I'm looking forward to it and so is Jeff. I hope the girls are looking forward to it too. We'll see.

Have a fantastic weekend.

We certainly never had tomatoes like this last year. Remember Late Blight? It's coming around again I've heard but so far so good here. I'm happy with our tomato crop this year.

You know the life lesson, "be careful what you wish for?" I've been thinking about it today. I got what I wished for this summer. I have a wonderfully productive garden and I'm preserving all kinds of things from it. I've learned more about canning and drying and freezing. I've learned more about medicinal herbs and how to use the ones that are growing outside my back door. Mmmm, sounds nice, right? Yes, it does to me too. But what I didn't quite realize when I wished for all of this was that most of the preserving happens inside, in the kitchen. That means that on super-nice days, I have to spend some time inside, in addition to the time I already have to spend inside doing all of my other household stuff like cooking dinner, cleaning up, etc. Sometimes I don't want to spend an hour inside making and canning jam, but I know that if I don't do it, the berries will rot and all that time spent picking them and the money spent to bring them home will be lost. So I stay inside and I can jam.

It's a drop in the bucket on the wheel of time, I realize. These weeks now are the most productive for the garden and it's the only time of the season when I'll be a slave to the stove, so I am trying to grin and bear it.

Today I made blueberry jam. I started out with the basic recipe from the Ball Blue Book and modified it along the way. I started with this:

9 cups of crushed blueberries
6 cups of sugar

I brought it to a boil in a large pot on the stove. While that was going, I brought the big canner pot full of water to a boil too, along with another large pot of water in which I put the glass jars and lids to sterilize and heat them.

As the jam was reaching the gelling point, I thought, "I have basil in the garden. Wouldn't it be neat to make the blueberry-basil jam I heard about?" So out I went to get some basil. The jam recipe was supposed to make 3 pints, so I filled 3 half-pint containers with the basic blueberry jam and got those ready for the hot water bath, and to the remainder of the jam I added about 1/3 cup of finely minced basil and 1 1/2 tablespoons of lemon juice. I loosely followed this recipe. Keeping in mind that this blueberry-basil jam would be good with goat cheese and crackers or cooked in a pastry with a wheel of brie, I thought it would be a good idea to can it in smaller jars, with the intention of using the whole jar in one appetizer dish. It's not the kind of jam you keep hanging around in the fridge and spread on your warm buttered toast in the morning. I ended up with more of the 4 oz. jars than I anticipated - 10 to be exact. I was very pleased with the result and I'm excited to try it out one night!

Okay, you're seeing that I take something straightforward, like making jam, and turn it into something a little more complicated, like making herbed jam in tiny little jars. Maybe I do bring all this "work" upon myself. Maybe.

Later in the afternoon, before I hit the gym, I decided to turn one of the four ripe and sweet cantaloupes I got from the farm yesterday into popsicles. Four is a large quantity when it comes to cantaloupes and I had to do something different with them. I loosely followed this recipe but instead of adding the mint and the lemon juice separately, I used what was left of a mint/lime/honey/OJ dressing I had made last night for the cantaloupe we had for dessert. I used this recipe for the dressing, leaving out the orange peel and substituting honey for sugar.

Just when I thought I was done cooking for the day, dinnertime rolled around. Potato chips, wine and turnips- a nice foundation for a healthy dinner, right? I made a turnip dish from one of Jack Bishop's cookbooks and I was mostly happy with it. Next time I'll braise the turnips longer so they aren't as hard and crunchy. And I have to say, since I know I'll be eating turnips all winter, I just don't feel like eating any of them now, not when I have so many other things to choose from.

As a side note, my stepfather volunteers at Nauset Light, the lighthouse depicted on the bag of potato chips, and every time my girls see the bag, they exclaim, "Grandpa Dick's lighthouse!" It's cute to watch. It's not his lighthouse. It's all of ours. Yours and mine. Ours to protect and appreciate.

I'll leave you with this link, a website geared toward teaching teenagers about the environmental and social consequences of their consumer choices. I'll keep it on my radar.

Today we visited three libraries, had lunch, and picked up veggies at the farm. At library #1 the girls had their homeschool art class (the topic was Australian Aboriginal art); at library #2 the girls had storytime; and at library #3 a few books on medicinal herbs were waiting on hold for me. We bought plums at the farm and ate them for dessert, along with sweet, delicious, local cantaloupe melon. I canned some corn relish and have plans to make blueberry jam and plum preserves tomorrow. I've also got a number of zucchini that are begging for my attention. Not to mention my houseplants. They are parched.

I'm trying to build up my B-12 reserves super-fast so tonight I bought some eggs and made a quiche with swiss chard, sweet onions and zucchini, all from the farm. Mmmm! I don't eat quiche anymore but I do love it.

Here are some shots from our day.

A loose tooth!

So, here is something exciting. Well, exciting to me, anyway. With all of 'A's "big girl" actions and her recent emotional and developmental growth spurt, I decided to poke around in her mouth a bit tonight and check to see if any of her baby teeth are starting to wiggle. What do you know? One on the bottom is moving! This is uncharted territory for me. How long will it take to fall out?

Immediately after I calmed down from the excitement I thought about how small her baby teeth are (she grinds them because of the way they are placed in her mouth, and they're small, super small, like little infant teeth). The tooth fairy will NEVER be able to find those little teeth under her pillow! I'm looking forward to sewing her a special pouch to put them in and she can slip the pouch under her pillow whenever she loses a tooth. Oooh, this is exciting!

I think about Rudolf Steiner's philosophy about losing baby teeth and reading readiness (that children aren't ready to learn to read until they start to lose their teeth) and I'm not sure where I stand on the issue. 'A' loves books and loves to be read to, but on the surface, has no interest in learning to read on her own. She acts like she can't do it, and won't do it. But when I show her pictures of objects and ask her what letter the word begins with, she rushes through the exercise at top speed, getting all of the answers correct, with an attitude that says, "oh Mommy, this is so easy and so boring. Why do you make me do this for you? Why can't you figure out the answers yourself?" I think she must be absorbing something I teach her but she'll never let on. Knowing her, she's going to play the "I don't want to learn to read game" right up until the day she cracks open a book and starts reading by herself.

I love to read, and in some ways for me, the world is divided into two groups: Readers and Non-readers. I'm a reader. Jeff is a non-reader. My father is a reader. My mother and my older sister are non-readers. I don't know if reading alone is any indication of anything. Jeff hates to read but is one of the smartest people I know. His brain is wired in such a way that makes him just So Smart! When he does read (which is not often), the book doesn't touch his heart or take him to visit far-off lands and meet new people, as it does for me.

Maybe Steiner is right. Maybe now that 'A' is starting to lose her teeth, she'll start to want to learn to read. If she turns out to be a Reader and finds that her soul is fed by books, great. If she winds up being a Non-reader and struggles to comprehend written words but is still So Smart in other ways, wonderful. Either way, she'll be in good company in our family.

The sunset tonight hit our walls in new and bright ways.

snapshots from our day

Take a look at that! She got up this morning and made her bed, without being asked. That's the great thing about parenting 'A'. She just knows what to do and does it. In time, I'll show her how to make a bed so neat that you can bounce a coin on it, the same way my mother showed me. I don't always make a bed that tight these days, but it's a good thing to know how to do. For now, this is a great start. Look at how she spread her taggie blanket out, all ready for bed tonight. That taggie has been in action for 5 years now and I don't think it'll ever be retired from service!

I took the girls to pick blueberries today and was saddened to find that the season is nearing the end. There wasn't enough rain this year to keep the blueberry crop going strong. I got a few quarts and that was after a long time of hunting for a few berries on each bush. I want to make some more jam - blueberry jam is the BEST!

I picked up some corn on the cob on the way home, with the intention of having some for dinner and some to make into corn salsa for canning. The corn this year is not well fertilized. Some of the kernels are barely developed. I wonder if it relates to the problem I had in my garden earlier in the season. The bees just weren't there.

If I ever speak of "reading by the pool," this is what it means. I sit and read while the girls hop in and out of their little plastic pool. Classy, huh?

I took this one of 'H'...

... and she took this one of me.

I figured out a few things today, which is good, because I don't care for mysteries all that much.

The first relates to 'A'. Every once in a while she goes through a phase of sorts where she is just so old all of a sudden, unaware of her new physical strength, or frustrated that she's still be treated by me and Jeff as just a 5 year old when really she's a 5 and a half year old. She gets antsy. I've figured out that when she acts like that, it's because she's "moved up" in life and I haven't readjusted my routine to reflect it appropriately. She's been asking me for a few days if she can help me around the house (she already does, but it's a spontaneous thing, nothing I expect on a regular basis) and today it came to me that she's ready to receive an allowance in return for the completion of some regular work. I never knew when I would be ready to give her an allowance or what the ground rules would look like, but I guess I now know. Jeff and I have to iron out the details, but I'm thinking about giving her 25 cents a week and she will be expected to make her bed and help me with the dishes and the laundry. I like the idea of 25 cents because I can give it to her in so many different forms (pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters... oh my!) and we can use it as a teaching aid. I think she's ready to have the reward and the responsibility together.

I also got some answers about why I am just so darn tired all the time. It's been getting increasingly worse and I'm now at the point where I wake up feeling tired and can close my eyes at any point during the day and fall right to sleep. That's not okay with me! My doctor suspects it's because my vitamin B-12 levels are low. I went off all my vitamins a few months ago to see if my diet alone could keep me healthy and it is, with the exception of B-12. I'm back to popping the pills, and anxious for my body to feel rested and energized again. I'm looking forward to staying awake to live my life.

Hey, one last thing: check out these people who just completed a year without producing garbage. Their site has loads of info about how to reduce, reduce, reduce our garbage output. We're still on one 13-gallon bag a week at our home but that is still too much! I can't wait to spend some time looking at their suggestions and thinking about how to implement it at our home.

Hot day in Rosendale!

Yesterday's outing to the Rosendale Street Festival was... well, HOT! 96 degrees, to be exact. And there we were, hiding under the light shade of a tree, but unable to escape the heat.

Anyway, we went to see Tracy and her husband Kurt and their adorable baby Bruce, and we're very happy we had a chance to meet him. And we got to see some other wonderful friends too!

There was lots of music and lots of neat vendors and I would have loved to have stepped out from under the tree to see them, but anytime I did, I just melted. Nearby there were a few caves filled with water and frogs, and we had a good time exploring those.

Today I'm loving:

...this site, chock full of ideas about canning and labeling all of those jars! I'm looking forward to preserving some corn relish and pepper jelly. I made some cucumber and zucchini pickles today and canned some diced tomatoes. The best thing about canning my own diced tomatoes is that I know for sure that the cores have been taken out. There's nothing worse than opening a can of store bought tomatoes and finding it full of hard, inedible parts.

...didgeridoo, an instrument originally used by the indigenous Australians, played by Phil Jones today at our UU service. It's a wooden instrument, shaped like a pipe, and you play it by blowing into it. Jeff attended the workshop after the service and says it's not as easy to play as it looks (does it look easy to play? I'm not so sure). There are numerous health benefits for the person playing it, including lowered blood pressure, reduced snoring and sleep apnea, and improved lymphatic function.

...a story I heard about this newspaper in India, which is run by women (lower caste women, to be exact) and it serves to bring to light stories that affect women and families - and in turn the local economy and environment. Anything that gives oppressed women a voice is a good thing.

...the work being done by Majora Carter in the South Bronx first through Sustainable South Bronx, a non-profit she started, and now through her green-collar economic consulting firm, The Majora Carter Group LLC. She's working toward the goal of seeing the South Bronx become a place where people want to live and work and play, where children can get outside and find a green space close to home, and where the waste from the rest of the world - garbage, sewage, chemicals, major highways - doesn't come to rest. Bravo, Majora.

Rainy day

That was some rainstorm today. When was the last time I was out and about in a soaking rain like that? I can't remember.

I'm tired (nothing new) and should go right to sleep, but instead I'm going to crack open Anita Shreve's A Change in Altitude. It's about a young married couple that goes to Kenya for a year and faces tragedy while climbing Mount Kenya. It's no surprise there is a horrific accident, it's one of Anita Shreve's books. I'm drawn to this one because of the African themes (I'm always surprised to find myself fascinated with Africa) and because the heroine is a photojournalist and I'm looking forward to seeing how she's portrayed. Finally, some fiction is entering my life. I need it.

The Rosendale Street Festival is tomorrow! See you all back here on Sunday.

We spent part of the day at county fair to check out the girls' artwork on display, the lions and tigers, the pig races, and the cows. It was hot in the sun! We lasted four hours and then had to come home and rest, before heading out to an evening concert to see our favorite Adirondack folk singer, Dan Berggren.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Cari Duit

In Denpassar today I passed a policeman with a sub machine gun. Yes. It made me feel . . . safe.

After that it started raining and the air actually got hotter than it had been before the rain. It came down thick, drenching, and everyone took cover under the barung awnings, and then after about 20 minutes the rain stopped, just as if someone in the heavens had slammed a door shut.

We had gone to look at our house--or rather the shell of our house, all conception, lacking material--no furniture, no beds, no kitchen, most importantly no air conditioning units (for a place without air conditioning here in Bali is not a house but a hell)--and so we imagined once again, and worked with the numbers. To make up our house will cost us approximately one million billion trillion rupiah. Oh well, no problem. It’s a couple thousand bucks US.

Nearly everyone here is a cheat--or rather an entrepreneur (which is still French for cheat), and so you have to be careful. Cari duit, is the familiar saying. Looking for money, making a buck. We all have to live, and that’s the truth. We all gotta have our daily bread.

My wife knows these people, I do not. I am eternally trusting, which is to say I am callow. My wife is suspicious. Which may just be the same as wise.

Lester Migues said...

I take it that you trusted your wife on that, Richard. It really pays to be vigilant when it comes to home renovations. When it comes to finances, projects like that are no joke, so you better have more control on what's going on. How did it turn out, btw? I sure hope you had your A/C unit! I heard that the climate's hot there in Bali.

R.W. Boughton said...

Well, Lester, that particular house fell through. When the renovator refused to talk to me about what he wanted to renovate and why, I figured we had best move on. We rented a place in Sanur instead, and now have recently moved to Biaung, which is a beautiful location, much cooler than Denpasar and Sanur, and surrounded by stunning green rice fields. Nice. But still a bit hotter than hell, as is the case all over Bali. Thanks for writing.


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Friday, November 2, 2012

[News ] 2PM Junho’s Relative Auditions for MBC′s ′The Great Birth′

With the competition already proving to be formidable on this season of MBC’s The Great Birth, one contestant is already drawing attention even before the individual’s audtion.

In a upcoming episode of the MBC singing competition show, 2PM Junho’s younger relative will be shown auditioning for the program.

The younger relative recently filmed for the show and was seen speaking on the phone with Junho before auditioning and receiving the advice of the 2PM member to calm his nerves as Junho advised, “Even if you’re shaking on stage, sing as though you’re not shaking.

With major support from Junho, viewers will find out if the contestant has as much talent and potential as Junho and whether or not he will make it to the next round.

The episode airs on November 23.

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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

[News] 2PM Taecyeon channels his gentle guy character on 'Marriage Blue' for 'Vogue Girl'

2PM's Taecyeon shed his 'beastly idol' image to become a soft gentle guy for 'Vogue Girl'!

Taecyeon channeled his noble and pure character, Won Chul, in his upcoming film, 'Marriage Blue', with his sweet smile.

During his interview for the magazine, Taecyeon shared, "As I filmed 'We Got Married' and 'Marriage Blue', I began to think more seriously about marriage. I think that there are a lot of realistic aspects of marriage to consider... It is really fun to portray the personality and life of someone else."

'Marriage Blue' will premiere on the 21st! Check out Taecyeon looking like a cute farmer boy below!

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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Merry Little Christmas

I just love this adorable bear with presents image from Rachelle Anne Miller!! Isn't he just too adorable?!

This is a pretty big card, it measures 5 1/2" x 8 1/2". To make a card base I folded 8 1/2" x 11" sheet of red cardstock in half.

Images on the front of the card and on the inside of the card were stamped with Tuxedo Black ink from Memento and colored with Copic Markers. I added details to the images with the Gold Zig Painty and White Gel pen. I used Nestabilites Labels 2 set for the main image as well as for the greeting inside of the card. Scallops on the borders were done with Fiskars Border Punch.

Green paper is from The Paper Studio and the red printed paper is by Scribble Scrabble. Of course I couldn't resist and added Crystal Stickles onto pretty much all the dots on the red paper.

All supplies used to create this card are available at Cranberry Hill Mercantile. If you do not live in the area, you can give the store a call at 408-736-9151 to place your order.

Make sure to stop by my blog tomorrow, I will have a great blog candy that includes a Tilda stamp from Magnolia!!

:) Irina

Kim said...

Oh this is adorable!!!!! I absolutely LOVE this card! Beautiful!
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Gold? Silver? Platinum? All the Info You Need to Find the Perfect Metal to Show off Your Diamond

As a quick note, this information applies if purchasing a ring for yourself, partner, mother, child, right-hand ring, or else wise. Engagement rings are the most common purchases but by no means the only reason to buy a diamond! What’s… Continue Reading


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Opponents – Psychosexual Spiritual C38

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Opponents were founded in late 2006 in New York City by the duo of Joshua Slusher and Aaron Feinstein. In Late 2009 they were joined by Joshua Greco to form the current lineup as a trio. I’m surprised they haven’t crossed my path before as they are quite prolific and if Psychosexual Spiritual is any indication they’re sound and style is evolved and explorative.

Opponents embrace the blurred line between industrial, electronica, abstract, and psychedelic music while using all analog gear. The production quality reflects that as the record has a very warm and somewhat lo-fi sound, but it fits the style perfectly and makes the overall sonority much stronger.

The songs are long and mesmerizing and this is where the artwork reflects the audio perfectly. Tracks are split pretty evenly between exquisitely repetitive or intriguingly evolving but they all keep a consistent atmosphere of mystery and fascination. It brings to mind images of 80s style electronics and aesthetics something like the film Beyond the Black Rainbow.

I have to say this tape really impressed me with it’s pacing and subtlety. The consistency and unwavering vision converges with time-tested compositional tactics and excellent dark sound design to create a focused and effective release. A must have for anyone into old-school rhythmic industrial or dark psychedelic music.

Composition: ★★★★☆
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Fridays with Benedict: Chapter 16, The Divine Office

Last week we were in Chapter 7 of The Rule of St. Benedict. This week I'm jumping over a bunch of chapters to quote from Chapter 16:
1The Prophet says: "Seven times a day have I praised you." (Psalm 119:164). 2We will fulfill this sacred number of seven if we satisfy our obligations of service of Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers and Compline.
I've jumped over Chapters 8-15 as these chapters mainly have to do with the nitty gritty of what is called the Divine Office, when each Office is to happen and what is to be done during each Office. The main thing I want to point to is the Divine Office itself.

The Divine Office, also called the Liturgy of the Hours, is a set of daily prayers scheduled at regular times throughout the day. The Daily Office structures the day like the liturgical calender structures the year. The content of the Divine Hours is mainly focused on praying the Psalms, although other hymns, texts or prayers are also used. Praying the Psalms in the Divine Office is considered to be the proper work of the contemplative monastic community. The Divine Office is the proper work of the monk.

Inspired by Psalm 119:164 (as noted in The Rule) there are seven periods of prayer during the day, the ones named by Benedict above: Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers and Compline. Beyond these seven hours Benedict also discusses Vigils, prayers said during the night. All told, then, there are eight hours in the Divine Hours. The timings of the prayers from Wikipedia for the Roman Catholic tradition:
  • Lauds or Dawn Prayer (at Dawn, or 3 a.m.)
  • Prime or Early Morning Prayer (First Hour = approximately 6 a.m.)
  • Terce or Mid-Morning Prayer (Third Hour = approximately 9 a.m.)
  • Sext or Midday Prayer (Sixth Hour = approximately 12 noon)
  • None or Mid-Afternoon Prayer (Ninth Hour = approximately 3 p.m.)
  • Vespers or Evening Prayer ("at the lighting of the lamps", generally at 6 p.m.)
  • Compline or Night Prayer (before retiring, generally at 9 p.m.)
  • Vigils (during the night, at midnight with some)
Non-monastics tend to simplify the Divine Hours. A common routine for those practicing fixed hour prayer is observing Prime, Sext, Vespers and Compline. That is, observing Morning Prayer, a Noontime Prayer, an Evening Prayer and Compline, the prayer before bedtime. This is the structure I try to keep, though I often forget Noontime prayer (lunch hour meetings often getting in the way) and Evening prayer (dinnertime and family time often getting in the way). But most days I'll pray Morning Prayer and Compline.

That's two out of eight. So I'm 25% monk. For this Lenten season one the things I'm trying to do is commit to the morning, noon, evening, and compline prayer rhythm.

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  1. Mine was a New Years resolution, but the same pattern: Morning, Noon, Evening/Compline (schedule dependent).

    I am still adjusting to the impact, but the pattern does seem to break up the day, to cause me to refocus. Theologically, I like how liturgy marks time; the cycle of prayers provides the structural framework in which work and study can flourish.

  2. It has been said that Evening Prayer (around here at 5PM) was not designed for those with family life.
    Of course when doing it on your own you have more flexibility! I agree that noon prayers are challenging when one works!

  3. I picked up the habit of Evening Prayer late last year, and have been consistent with it so far in 2013. (But not regular. One of my Lenten hopes is to get used to Evening Prayer *before* midnight.)

    Since most of my Office is floating- rather than fixed-hour, and primarily after dark, the effect I'm noticing is less one of dividing the day than of permeating it. The words echo around in the background like surf in a conch shell.

    Noon prayer is easy enough. The hard part for me is learning to pray around other people...

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Colorburst 1

I helped paint the living/dining/kitchen and hallway at my granddaughter's new house.  A couple other people did the high sections.

When I got home I sewed the cross seams on this colorburst wallhanging.  I didn't measure it but it should be about 30" squares.  I turned it sideways so hopefully it doesn't look like Africa or a dog face any more.  I'm not sure which side is up at this point.
This is the whole double design wall with the two pieces.  The second one is going to be a little larger than the first one.

Alice Turcotte said...

Lovely. I see lilies. Your granddaughter is fortunate you are so close.

Needled Mom said...

Did they polish off all of the cookies???? I'm sure it was a fun, family centered work day.

The colorbursts are moving along nicely. Are you going to border them?

patty a. said...

Which ever way you turn it the colorburst is a cool piece!

Mindy said...

I saw what another lady saw, the two flowers in a purplish vase, so for me, the right side is the top. I've got a ton of these 2 1/2 inch squares cut out and want to toy with them now. But, I've got two more days of babysitting my 8 and 5 year old granddaughters this week. Exhausting, but they're adorable. We're even making a quilt together -- not an easy feat with two little girls who want to do EVERYTHING! Whew.

Love love color washes. Your fabrics are so vibrant. I think I want to make a batik one, too.

Thank you for letting us comment -- any way you choose, it will look wonderful!

Mary said...

It's beautiful, Wanda, and I think you've found a new signature technique to add to your portfolio.

Charlotta said...

What's wrong with Africa and a dog face? I think both make excellent motifs for quilts!


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The nexus of the worlds.

Word has come to Douganstahl of Kathka’s parents death… it appears it may have been an elf named Althea, not the dragon Volvagia.

Althea may also have something to do with the destruction of Althea.

One of the Watchmen brings news of a grey skinned humanoid

Emphara has sent me to tell you….

Shatter stone and the wintercourtare in disarray. Strange beasts roam the wilds, previously you went through snow capped forests, rather than the miles of deserts that we have now. They are also large grey skinned humanoids…. similar to what has been seen on the borders of Kariemikos and the Fire shires

The answer lies in the nexus of worlds

As Kathka thinks about the problem she considers Ozziewarts and the areas of non magic, but his main suggestion is to go to the wizard’s guild.

They take the head and head off to the wizards guild.

The wizards of guild.

Kathka is admitted to the wizard guilds and asks what sort of creature it might be. His second question is about the nexus of worlds…. it might exist, more likely to. Be mythical…. it is a chamber that may exist everywhere.

The nexus of worlds is the place where all the worlds meet. It becomes clear that this is a fairly unlikely to exist.

Where do these myths and legends originate asks Kathka…. they go back to before the republic, old elf tales suggest they went past it on the trip to Alfhiem. Douganstahl postulates that the nexus maybe near Rolent, where Althea is. Kathka was found near an abondoned tower.

Kathka relates his journey through the mountain. At a cross roads, there had been some seismic activity opening a crack in the wall. She pushed through the crack into a massive cavern, but pulled back before something very strange reached her from across the other side of the cavern.

The wizards return to say they don’t actually know what it is, however it is identified as something fiendish.

The tower of abondonment.

As the party arrives at the tower of abondonment, they see a thin trail of smoke and hear ugly evil voices discussing something they know not what. There is also a crying sobbing sound of either a child or a woman, who appears to be the subject of the creatures torment.

Manzan transforms into wolf form to scout out what is there. Manzan can smell awfulness which screams evil at him. As he scouts around he can see two of the grey skinned fiends, who appear to have removed part so the child’s body.

The party circles round to surround the demons. Kathka fires her slingshot and hits one square in the mouth, whilst Mazan in wolf form rushes in and drags him out but doesn’t manage to push him down. The watchman shots an arrow through the window killing the fiend. Manzan puts the child out of his misery.

Douganstahl look around to see if there is any trace of anything else. The footprints of the creatures suspect they either phase or teleport as they travel. There is also a strong stench of sulphur.

The only thing on the fiends is there large swords. No prints of the creatures are found beyond 20 feet of the tower.

A search eventually discovers an entrance in the wall, which if looked at from the wrong angle is just wall.

The party head into the dungeon, looking back they see a doorway. The watchman opens the door to double check that it is outside. To his surprise it opens into a room with 4 fiends in it. Kathka reacts fastest and dispatches the first fiend. The others are dispatched until there is only one left, which teleports in an aura of flame before reappearing next to Doughanstahl in another flash of flame..

The party goes out of the room, shuts the door and then opens it again. This time it opens into a corridor, where a surprised fiend is standing. It is swiftly dispatched by the dwarf. Returning to the room the big double doors don’t appear to be locked, opening into a large cavern is a large well. The very air tastes of metal, there is buzz of latentness.At the far side, apparently in dispute are three people. One is a hunched elf with a staff, her bearing doesn’t appear old but she has a shock of white hair. There is another elf in ceremonial robes and next to her is…. Howler. The wolfman is now in leather and is wearing a large great sword, he is obviously a guard for the ceremonial elf. Around the room are also several of the the fiends.

The well is pulsing with light/energy.

Douganstahl recognises Althea, but he doesn’t understand the conversation, it is clearly an odd elvish language..

The watchman, shoots one of the fiends and then steps into the room. As he does so the room lurches as if he is on the deck of a rocking ship. A fiend teleports up to him, however he steps away as the creature swings at him cleaving empty air, however the fie from the teleport still burns him slightly Mazam shouts at Howler to ask him why he is here as he moves in and knocks one of the fiends over. There is no response from Howler.

Douganstahl runs in and hails Althea, who replies kill them if you can, drive them off, but be careful of the pool.

As the battle rages, a pulse of energy rings out across the room, there is a feeling of being stripped apart and rebuilt…. causing massive pain to the heroes and monsters alike. The older elf laughs as she is unaffected by the room. Everyone feels less compentant. Manzan crawls across the room and bites the fiend, knocking it over again. Kathka wares over and with a smack of her hammer kills the fiend.

Douganstahl heads over to attack the older elf, who responds with a huge blast of flame against the man and the wolfman. Althea. Over over to Mazan and applies a poultice to him. Looking straight at Kat she says this is for you.

Another surge of energy pulses through the room.

Across the room we hear I will possess the power of this place, one of you two will fall.. all around the witch everything goes dark and then gestures, causing a blue beam of energy appears out of the darkness and links Althea and Kathra, stunning them both and trying to pull them into the pool.

Mazan gets up and moves into the darkness and smells out the witch. Kathka break some of the link but it is still linked to the pool and Althea. The pool pulses and streaks of re energy are now coming out of the rocks. The watchman seeing his boss in agony charges into the darkness seeking out the witch.

Larger chunks of rubble are now falling from the ceiling, she doesn’t like the look of the ceiling she then moves over and pushes Althea out of the way, and narrowly avoids falling into the pool.

Whilst the watchman is flailing around in the darkness, the witch appears out of the darkness, grabs hold of the dwarf and leaps bodily into the rift.

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Sunday, May 24, 2015

Robespierre - Hard Blood (1980)

don't hang around, enjoy good music!

juan manuel muñoz said...

thanks a lot, lisa. cheers

Anonymous said...

...I have this LP... one of the best JETHRO TULL ripp-offs ever... wished someone will post more of the discography of RBESPIERRE...

cheers proggy69

Anonymous said...

Some nice & inspiring "clones":

Genesis: Kyrie Eleison.
Yes: Starcastle, Druid.
Led Zeppelin: Kingdom Come.
ELP: Triumvirat.
Jethro Tull: Robespierre (without flute and with a similar voice). The instrumental is very creative and nice. The tracks are strong and captivating.
Hooks in the heart (not in the neck...).


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