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2023.06.10 10:31 JoshAsdvgi THE EIGHT-HEADED DRAGON



There was once an old man living alone with his wife.
They had a horse and one dog, a spaniel.
They hunted and fished only in the big lake.
Once upon a time they could not get any fish in the nets, and they were very hungry.
The man went to look after his net in the morning, and found a jackfish with a large head.
As he was going to kill the fish, it said, "Hold on, old man! Don't kill me right away!"
The old man stopped, and the fish told the old man to take all its scales off and not to lose any, and to go and put these in the garden.
It also told him to cut off its fins and place them in the garden, to cut its head off and give it to his wife to eat, half of its body to be fed to the dog, and the other end to the horse.
He told the old man to shut the stable, but not to look at it for four days and four nights, and not to look at the scales for four days and four nights, but each morning after that he could look.
The old man then killed it and took it home.
He told his wife about it; and she asked, "Is that true?"--
"Yes," answered the old man, and repeated all.
"We will obey.
We are poor and hungry; maybe we shall have good luck."
He scaled and cut the fish and put it in the garden.
He also fed his wife, dog, and horse as he had been told, and shut the stable.
For four days and nights he could not sleep.
His wife became pregnant; and on the fourth morning she had two sons, and the old man was glad.
He ran to the stable, and found that the mare had two foals, the dog two pups.
He went to the garden, and there was silver money where the scales had been placed.
There were two fine swords where the fins had been.
The old man ran in to tell his wife what had happened, and they were delighted.
After that the old man caught many fish.
Soon his boys grew up.
One time, when they were home in the evening, the elder boy said, "Are there any other people in the world?"--
"Certainly, there are many people."--
"Where can I find them?"--"You can find them anywhere."
The youth said, "I will start to-morrow to try to visit some people."
He left his sword, and told his brother, "I shall take yours, and leave mine hanging here.
Do not touch it! If I have trouble or if I am killed, it will become rusty.
Then he went off.
About dinner-time he dismounted and drank from a spring.
He found silver water; and when he dipped his little finger into it, it became solid silver.
He put some of the water on the horse's ears, and they became silver.
He did the same to the dog's and also on his own hair.
Then he started off.
When he came to a large town, he took off his clothes, found some old ones, and put rags around his finger and a handkerchief over his hair.
He had a little box in which he put the horse and dog after making them small and hid them in a blacksmith's shop.
The blacksmith looked at him.
"Where are you from?"--"Is there a town here?
I am very poor."--"Oh, come in!"
The blacksmith fed him.
The man said, "I can keep you here," and engaged him to do the chores in the house.
He staid there a while, when one night the blacksmith came home and said,
"The king of this town has a fine daughter, and she is going to be fed to the Windigo that has eight heads.
He eats only people."--
"When is she going to be taken there?"--"To-morrow morning."
The next day, after his work, the young man went out.
He mounted his horse, took his dog, put on his own clothes, and rode out of the city.
After a while he heard some one weeping in the woods.
He turned in that direction, and found a young girl who was crying.
She stopped when she saw him.
The young man asked her, "Why are you crying?"--
"There is no use telling you."--
"Oh, no! tell me! Where are you going?"--"There is no use telling you."--
"Oh, yes! you must tell me."
Then the girl, seeing that he was a stranger, said, "I will tell you.
I am going to yonder bluff.
There is an eight-headed manitou there, and I am going to be eaten by him.
"--"Why?"--"He wants me."--"What if you do not go?"--
"Then he would devour every one in the city.
Therefore I must go."
Then the youth said, "I will go first.
You can go when I come back."--"No, No! you must not go.
I am not going there for life, I am going there to die."--
"If that is so, I must see him first.
"--"Oh, no!" The young man said, "I will go and come back.
You stay here."--"Well, go on! but he will kill you," and she gave the boy a ring.
He then went to the bluff, and saw that the trees were shaken by the breath of the manitou.
He stopped, and said to his horse and dog, "Try as hard as you can to help me," and then he rode on.
The horse and dog sank deep into the soil.
The boy took his sword and cut off one head, which sprang back again.
Then he told his dog to catch it;. and he hit the monster again, cutting off another of his heads.
The dog seized it and shook it.
The youth cut off another one, and the horse kicked it.
When he had cut off four heads, the manitou was not breathing very strongly.
Finally he killed him.
He cut out all the tongues and put them in a handkerchief.
When he came back, he found the girl waiting, and told her that he had killed the manitou.
He told the girl to go home and take the tongues with her, but not to tell who killed the manitou.
"Give the tongues to your father, and say that a young fellow did it, but that you do not know who."
The blacksmith was working at home.
"Where are you going,--home? No, you have to be eaten by the manitou."--
"The manitou has been killed."--"Nobody can kill him."
The girl showed him the tongues.
Then the blacksmith believed her, and asked her who had killed him.
"I do not know, he is a youth."--"Go home and tell your father that I killed him.
If you don't, I will kill you."
The girl agreed, and he went with her.
Her father and mother asked her why she had come back, and she told them that the blacksmith had killed the manitou.
She called him in, and they asked him, "How did you do it?"--
"I hit his tongues."
The king was very glad, and gave the girl to the blacksmith.
The youth went home, put his horse back into the box, and dressed in his old clothes.
There was to be a four-days' dance before the wedding.
After three night's dance, the blacksmith was very glad, and told the boy that this was the last night.
Then the lad put on his clothes.
He came into the lodge and sat down by the door.
The girl knew him at once, and told her father secretly that he had slain the monster.
The king invited him to a better place.
The blacksmith wanted to go out, pretending that his stomach pained him, but he was not allowed to leave.
He was locked up, taken to the sea, and thrown in.
The youth married the girl; and the king gave him half of the town, half of his money, and half of everything he owned, he was so glad that his daughter had been saved.
They went upstairs into their rooms.
There was a window at the top on the east side of the house, and from there could be seen a blue fire at a distance.
"What kind of fire is that?" asked the youth.
"Do not ask about it," said the princess, "and never go near it."
On the next day he took his little horse and dog and went to the fire.
There he saw an old, long house.
He entered the first room, but there was no one there.
After a while he heard some one.
The door opened, and a white-headed old woman came in, and said, "Grandchild, hold your little dog, he will bite me.
I am cold."--"Warm yourself, the dog will not touch you."--"You must tie him"--"I have nothing to tie him with."
So the old lady gave him one hair, and said, "Nosis, tie him with that."
The youth did so, and also tied the horse.
The old woman had a cane.
She touched him with it on the feet, and he died.
One morning the other youth, who had been left at home, saw rust on the sword.
He said to his father, " I fear brother is dead somewhere, for his sword is rusty.
I must go and try to find him."
His father consented, and told him to be careful.
The next morning the elder brother left.
About noon he found the same spring, and did as his brother had done.
In the evening he came to the city and went to the chief's house.
The girl came out and kissed him, and asked him where he had been, but he did not answer.
They had supper, and he thought to himself
"That must be my brother's wife."
At night he refused to go to bed.
Through the window he saw the blue fires.
He asked, "What kind of fires are those?"--"Why did you not go over to see?"
In the morning he went there.
When he arrived there, he saw his brother's horse and dog tied with brass wire, lying down and frozen to death.
He went into the lodge, and saw that his brother also lay dead by the fire.
Soon he heard some one coming.
An old woman appeared, and said, "I am cold."--
"Warm yourself by the fire."--"First tie your little dog."
He refused to do so, and finally said, "Now, granny, make that man and horse and dog alive! If you do not do so at once, I shall send the dog after you."--"Nosis, I cannot bring a dead man to life"--"You have to."--"No."
Then he set his dog on her.
The dog bit her, and the horse kicked her.
"Stop! I'll bring them to life."
He stopped the animals, and the old woman walked forward.
The youth kept away from her cane.
She told him to take up a little bottle and put it on his frozen brother.
As soon as he dropped some of the liquid from the bottle into his mouth, he came to.
She did the same to the dog and to the horse.
Then the brothers killed the old woman.
They took the bottle away from her and went home.
As they rode along together, the elder brother said, "You must be married.
Yes, Your wife mistook me for you, but I only let her sleep with my arm.
That's how I found out."
The younger brother, on hearing this, became jealous.
He drew back and shot his brother with his revolver.
He also shot his dog and horse.
Then he went home, and his wife was glad to see him.
She asked him why he refused to sleep with her last night.
"You only let me have your hand."
Then the brother began to sorrow for his brother.
He took his horse and went back to the corpse.
There he wept over his brother.
His little dog ran around the dead body, and began to look inside the coat.
There he found the old woman's little bottle.
He put some of the liquid on the wound, and thus brought the brother back to life.
Then he dropped some on the dog and the horse, and they all came to.
They went home, put their horses and dogs away, entered the lodge, and sat down.
The younger one's wife saw them, and was unable to tell them apart.
On the following day they started to return to their parents.
When they came to a forked road, they decided to go in different directions.
The elder one took one road, and said, "I will go this way, and my name will be God."
The other said, "I will follow the other, and I will be the Devil."
That's the end of it.
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2023.06.10 10:24 ultradimensionoider Mark Pilkington, Author of 'Mirage Men' Experienced a UFO Sighting alongside Tenaya Lake, California in 1995

Mark Pilkington, Author of 'Mirage Men' Experienced a UFO Sighting alongside Tenaya Lake, California in 1995
One of the more interesting parts of the book 'Mirage Men' (released in 2010, also made into a documentary in 2013) for me is near the beginning where the author, Mark Pilkington, talks about his sighting of what I would call a 'classic' UFO - an 8 foot silver sphere - alongside Tenaya Lake, California back in 1995. It was also seen by Mark's girlfriend at the time and one of his friends. A recent post about 'Mirage Men' either on here or somewhere else on Reddit a day or so ago reminded me of it, and then in one of those weird coincidences that often happen when you are an avid UFO researcher, I came across this audiobook extract on Soundcloud this evening that just happens to be that part of the book! Anyway, have a listen, and if you haven't already read it, try and track down a copy of the book - I'm pretty sure it can still be found online without too much trouble.
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2023.06.10 10:17 JoshAsdvgi The Seneca's Revenge

The Seneca's Revenge

The Seneca's Revenge

A striking story is told of a Seneca youth who for many years and through a wearisome captivity nourished the hope of vengeance so dear to the Indian soul.
A certain tribe of the Senecas had settled on the shores of Lake Erie, when they were surprised by their ancient enemies the Illinois, and in spite of a stout resistance many of them were slain, and a woman and a boy taken prisoner.
When the victors halted for the night they built a great fire, and proceeded to celebrate their success by singing triumphant songs, in which they commanded the boy to join them. The boy pretended that he did not know their language, but said that he would sing their song in his own tongue, to which they assented; but instead of a pæan in their praise he sang a song of vengeance, in which he vowed that if he were spared all of them would lose their scalps.
A few days afterward the woman became so exhausted that she could walk no farther, so the Illinois slew her.
But before she died she extracted a promise from the boy that he would avenge her, and would never cease to be a Seneca.
In a few days they arrived at the Illinois camp, where a council was held to consider the fate of the captive lad.
Some were for instantly putting him to death, but their chief ruled that should he be able to
live through their tortures he would be worthy of becoming an Illinois.
They seized the wretched lad and held his bare feet to the glowing council-fire, then after piercing them they told him to run a race.
He bounded forward, and ran so swiftly that he soon gained the Great House of the tribe, where he seated himself upon a wild-cat skin.
Another council was held, and the Illinois braves agreed that the lad possessed high courage and would make a great warrior; but others argued that he knew their war-path and might betray them, and it was finally decided that he should be burnt at the stake.
As he was about to perish in this manner an aged warrior suggested that if he were able to withstand their last torture he should be permitted to live.
Accordingly he held the unfortunate boy under water in a pool until only a spark of life remained in him, but he survived, and became an Illinois warrior.
Years passed, and the boy reached manhood and married a chief's daughter.
His strength and endurance became proverbial, but the warriors of the tribe of his adoption would never permit him to take part in their warlike expeditions.
At length a raid against the Senecas was mooted, and he begged so hard to be allowed to
accompany the braves that at last they consented.
Indeed, so great was their admiration of the skill with which he outlined a plan of campaign that they made him chief of the expedition.
For many days the party marched toward the Seneca country; but when at last they neared it their scouts reported that there were no signs of the tribe, and that the Senecas must have quitted their territory.
Their leader, however, proposed to go in search of the enemy himself, along with another warrior of the tribe, and this was agreed to.
When the pair had gone five or six miles the leader said to his companion that it would be better if they separated, as they would then be able to cover more ground.
Passing on to where he knew he would find the Senecas, he warned them of their danger, and arranged that an ambush of his kinsfolk should lie in wait for the Illinois.
Returning to the Illinois camp, he reported that he had seen nothing, but that he well remembered the Seneca hiding-place.
He asked to be given the bravest warriors, and assured the council that he would soon
bring them the scalps of their foes.
Suspecting nothing, they assented to his proposal, and he was followed by the flower of the Illinois tribe, all unaware that five hundred Senecas awaited them in the valley.
The youth led his men right into the heart of the ambush; then, pretending to miss his footing, he fell.
This was the signal for the Senecas to rise on every side.
Yelling their war-cry, they rushed from their shelter and fell on the dismayed Illinois, who gave way on every side.
The slaughter was immense.
Vengeance nerved the arms of the Seneca braves, and of three hundred Illinois but two escaped.
The leader of the expedition was borne in triumph to the Seneca village, where to listening hundreds he told the story of his capture and long-meditated revenge.
He became a great chief among his people, and even to this day his name is uttered by them with honour and reverence.

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2023.06.10 10:15 JimmyRecard00 Chiralium Contaminated Cargo

So I've dumped this stuff once; only to find it was too early for the JD to talk to me....
Then I did it all again; after he finally started talking to me....

But I've noticed that it's all respawned a 3rd time?
Does it just endlessly respawn - and is there any point to keep dumping it whenever I go near the Tar Lake to do something else (do you get any benefit from doing it multiple times) ?
Playing DC for reference.

Thank you for your help
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2023.06.10 08:46 Electronic_Jacket449 web pics and potential ID?

web pics and potential ID?
Not sure if these can be identified based of the few pics/ webs but thought it thr pictures are worth positing anyways. Found in Wakefield MA near a “lake”
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2023.06.10 08:27 one_dead_president When I come across a word I don’t know, I look it up and make a note of it. Each week, I post the list here [week 137]

Oblation: a thing given or offered to God [from Ideas by Peter Watson]
fl.: abbreviation of flourit = “flourished”. Added to a year to indicate when a historical figure with unknown birth and death dates was active [ibid]
Timocracy: form of government in which possession of property is required for holding office [ibid]
Pace: with due respect to [ibid]
Agora: in Ancient Greece, a public open space used for assemblies and markets [ibid]
Odeum: in Ancient Greece and Rome, a building used for musical performances [ibid]
Sheol: the Hebrew underworld, abode of the dead [ibid]
Parousia: Second Coming [ibid]
Heliacal: relating to or near to the Sun [ibid]
Lunation: another term for the lunar month [ibid]
Sexagesimal: relating to or reckoning in sixtieths [ibid]
Intercalate: insert an additional period (like an extra month) in a calendar to account for the difference between lunar and solar years [ibid]
Iatrosophist: ancient term for a professor of medicine [ibid]
Clepsydra: water clock [ibid]
Stookie: stucco; plaster of Paris [from Let It Bleed by Ian Rankin]
Cashed: exhausted [from the Good Inside podcast]
Novate: replace with a new contract [from an email at work]
Horsemaning: photographic technique whereby one appears to have been beheaded [from this tweet:]
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2023.06.10 07:05 Optimal-Cheesecake33 How can I make my world creation story feel unique or more interesting?

I’m making a fantasy world, where basically for it’s creation story there are primordials made of pure masses of soul/spirit that are able to have stable forms without a vessel. These primordial battle an evil beast, but in the process their soul/spirit (which are mixed because they are higher beings defined by power) is corrupted by the “dark energy” of the beast. Because of this, they shatter into aspects in the fight and much of the primordials and aspects, which are snippets of the soul and spirit of the primordials and their consciousness (think of personas, idealized versions of a god) die leaving the aspect of creation and other aspects surviving, sealing the monster’s soul/spirit within it’s body, which is repurposed by the aspect of creation to become the world. But, because the primordials were pure masses of energy their death leaves strong residual energy tearing across the world, making many weather phenomena most known as divine winds. These winds created storms and hurricanes, and were harmful to species that were open to using magic, forcing early species like humans into hiding as they made intricate underground civilizations, some fallen and some still living. But some species were not open to magic, allowing them to survive in the harsh new world. This peace did not last for long though, as the resentful remnants of residue of the beast culminated into an aspect made purely of the anger, grief, and resentment felt by the beast in their last moments. This will be the first of what I will call eruptions. The beastly aspect wreaked havoc in the new world, and was only stopped by the aspects that sacrificed themselves to seal the beastly aspect within an unknown location which they hoped would imprison the beast aspect. Eruptions are the beastly aspect “acting up” and trying to break free from their prison, causing earthquakes, floods, plagues, and all sorts of disasters across it’s former body. The aspects dead, and the divine winds slowly receding, species not open to magic were overrun by the sudden influx of magic open species from the underground where a war was fought but quickly lost as the non magic species that were described as titans among men and near equals among gods had endured multiple eruptions, civil wars, and what they described as calamities since the beastly aspect came into existence because the aspects guidance was lost. Most of history starts from this point, from the point before this being called ancient. Gods who had favored the non magic quickly turned from the new earth dwelling magic species, while most accepted them and their worship as they continued to guide them as most aspects did, protecting them and nurturing them. Gods of lakes, forests, and those who had risen from the skies or seas as manifestations of nature became quiet and reserved, some going into eternal slumbers. Most non magic species now referred to as ancients.
And clarification on souls; human souls are simple. A soul is the essence of life, and surrounds a spirit which is the essence of self. The soul and spirit inhabit a vessel, which is a human body. This is same for other species. But gods are more different. Their spirit bleeds into their soul, and can live without a vessel. Primordials did not need vessels, and if they inhabited one it could quickly overrun and kill it. Gods if powerful enough could take snippets of their consciousness and soul, inserting them into husks that enacted their will. This is the difference between humans and gods; humans can live on as ghosts being without a soul but still can be their self. Gods, will die. But when they die, most leave behind residue, some being able to act as a virus, enacting their will upon the spirits and souls that host them. Untreated, the host will become something reminiscent of a husk, but much more malevolent as resentment is what most gods felt in their final moments. The only known instances of aspects coming into existence are the beast and the primordials. Most gods are created from the divine winds, as manifestations as nature, or human emotion/idea.
But I don’t feel quite satisfied with what I have so far, I feel like it’s taking to much inspiration from stories and myths, and the names like husks or ancients feel bland. What else can I add? How do I find unique ideas? There’s lots of context behind such a simple question, but how can I stand out and how can i make this interesting?
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2023.06.10 05:54 DnDBambi Random Nighttime Wilderness Encounter Table

Random Nighttime Wilderness Encounter Table
So I'm running SKT and they have a nicely detailed random encounter table for day time travel, but I also really wanted something for the nighttime while the party are trying to safely rest. So I made this!
I added a few unique ideas/suggestions I'd seen around the internet while also creating a few of my own. I had my own party in mind for this (4 x Lv. 6) but I'm hoping it's universal enough to adapt for any party!
Feel free to use and let me know what you think :)

Random Nighttime Wilderness Encounter Table

  • At the beginning of each night/long rest, roll a d20. On a result of 12-20 a nighttime encounter occurs. Roll a d100 and consult the table based on the party's current location
  • Roll a d4 (reroll 4s) to determine if the encounter occurs on the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd watch of the night
  • Once they have their first nighttime encounter, the d20 range shrinks by two for every future nighttime encounter thereafter until they reach the next settlement, upon which, the range resets. This is to prevent there being an encounter every single night they're on the road and not bogging down gameplay. Feel free to adjust these DCs if you want less or more random encounters.
    • After first nighttime encounter, new range = 14-20
    • After second nighttime encounter, new range = 16-20
    • After third nighttime encounter, new range = 18-20
    • After four nighttime encounter (and every encounter after) a Nat20 must be rolled to receive a new encounter
The Table

Encounter Table Notes:

Abominable Yeti:
  • A single abominable yeti ambushes the party hungering for flesh and blood. If the party manage to defeat this yeti, there is a 30% chance that 1d3 regular yetis show up after battle, drawn in by the sounds of combat and the scent of blood
  • You can choose between bandits or barbarians for this encounter based on the location and frequency of previous encounters
  • Bandits:
    • 1 bandit captain and 3d6+2 bandits
    • Mounted on riding horses
    • 25% chance they attack without warning
    • Promises the party not to attack if they 'pay a toll' (no less than 100gp of treasure)
    • Is this a potential way to introduce the 'Happy Fun Ball'?
    • Treasure: Each bandit carries a pouch containing 1d10gp. The bandit captain’s pouch holds 2d10gp and 1d6 gems worth 100gp each
  • Uthgardt Barbarians:
    • Hostile group of Uthgardt barbarians made up of 4d6 tribal warriors, and 1 Uthgardt shaman (Appendix C). If the total number rolled is great than 20, add 1d3 berserkers and a tribal chieftain (berserker w 90hp)
      • If dealing with the Gray Wolf tribe, use the werewolf stat block for all berserkers and chieftains (+90hp) and add 1d4 wolves as animal companions
    • Uthgardt Barbarian General Info
      • Black-haired and blue-eyed people
      • Take their name from Uthgar Gardolfsson, a hero chief who battled giants and conquered much of the North before ascending to godhood
      • Currently 11 tribes scattered across the north
      • They speak Bothii (their own language) and most speak common
      • Their spirit mounds are sacred as it's a place where tribe members gather to revere Uthgar, honour their ancestors, make sacrifices to their totem animal spirit, and choose a new Great Chief
      • Uthgardt fear magic so much so that they attempt to kill and dismember any spellcasters they meet
      • Tribal shamans aren't attacked because their power comes from spirits of their dead ancestors
      • Tribes will unite against a common enemy, like a giant (whom they hate most of all)
      • Each tribe consists of 1 Great Chief, 2-5 chieftains, and 1-3 shamans depending on the size of the tribe
      • Use the "Reghed Chieftain" stat block for a Great Chief
  • Uthgardt Tribes and Locations
    • Black Lion Tribe
      • Northern Silver Marches and the Druarwood
      • Spirit mound - Beorunna's Well
      • Great Chief - Stellok Kolraavi (male - wears armour made of orc hide)
      • Shaman - Tysis Kolraavi (Stellok's younger sister)
      • Hate diplomacy and civilisation
      • Avoids settlements in the Silver Marches
    • Black Raven Tribe
      • Icy foothills west of Mirabar including the ice lakes and Spine of the World north of Mirabar
      • Spirit mound - Raven Rock
      • Great Chief - Ojin Voninsdottir (female - orc-skull helm)
      • Prey on caravans travelling via Northern Means or Blackford Road
      • Often ride Giant Vultures into battle
    • Blue Bear Tribe
      • Believed to be extinct but have been spotted throughout the Delimbiyr Vale (from the Nether Mountains to the northern tip of High Moor)
      • Spirit mound - Stone Stand
      • Great Chief - Kriga Moonmusk (female - old and travels in a fur-draped chair carried by 4 tribal warriors)
      • Stays hidden while travelling to preserve the myth of their extinction
    • Elk Tribe
      • Wanders the Evermoors and the plains between Flint Rock and the Dessarin River
      • Spirit mound - Flint Rock
      • Great Chief - Rond Vaarson (male - old)
      • Rond has spilled so much blood in his past, he no longer craves it
    • Gray Wolf Tribe
      • Located throughout the North, as far west as the Sword Coast and as far east as the Delimbiyr Vale
      • Spirit mound - None
      • Great Chief - Recently slain Syken Nightblaze
      • Syken was slain by adventurers from Neverwinter
      • His daughter, Envir Sykensdottir, now controls the pack and plans to attack Neverwinter to prove she should be named the next Great Chief of the tribe
      • Potentially run a surprise encounter if the party ever goes to Neverwinter
      • The tribe roams in packs with ordinary wolves
      • Will hunt down and kill those who survive their attacks to prevent the spread of lycanthropy to non-tribal members
      • The only members of the tribe who possess lycanthropy are the chieftains and berserkers. The rest of the tribe are regular tribal warriors
      • In an encounter have all barbarians start out in human form, then have them use their 'Shapechanger' action on their first turn to turn into a Hybrid or Wolf form and freak the party out
      • Lycanthropy Cure: Can be cured with a 'Remove Curse' or 'Greater Restoration' spell
    • Great Worm Tribe
      • Based themselves at Great Worm Cavern and strike out occasionally to defend their territory (surrounding mountains, Feel Pass, Frost Hills, Lurkwood, and the northern reaches of the Silver Marches)
      • Spirit mound - Great Worm Cavern
      • Great Chief - Wormblod (male - brutal and hoards treasure)
      • Venture into the Crags and its southern plains when food is scarce
    • Griffon Tribe
      • Located throughout the North, as far west as the Sword Coast and as far east as the Silver Marches. Never going further south than Triboar and Yartar in the Dessarin Valley
      • Spirit mound - Shining White
      • Great Chief - Halric Bonesnapper
      • Tribe is dwindling as they have made too many enemies of late (still 300 strong though)
      • Different from all other tribes as they have established a permanent settlement (Griffon's Nest)
    • Red Tiger Tribe
      • Found throughout the Silver Marches but have recently begun moving into its surrounding forests, including elf-controlled regions of the High Forest
      • They are trying to find the Grandfather Tree and lay claim to it
      • Spirit mound - Beorunna's Well
      • Great Chief - Seriska Hungermaw (female - ruthless yet cautious)
      • Often attack settlements in the Silver Marches and prey on caravans travelling on the roads
      • Skilled at avoiding heavily fortified keeps
      • Even known to attack boats on the Rauvin River from time to time
    • Sky Pony Tribe
      • Found near the base of the mountains in the Silver Marches
      • Spirit mound - One Stone
      • Great Chief - Arnzan Vashk (male - orc spearhead sticking out of his chest and he attempts to hide the pain)
      • The tip of the spear is very close to piercing his heart and killing him
      • Was wounded during the War of the Silver Marches
      • His rivals are circling and preparing to unseat him
    • Thunderbeast Tribe
      • Currently hiding in the depths of Lurkwood preparing for a 'stampede' through the Surbrin Hills and the Dessarin Valley to the south
      • Spirit mound - Morgur's Mound (hasn't been visited in years)
      • Great Chief - Harthulk Hornspear (male - towering man with a terrible scowl and cracked, tough skin like dinosaur leather)
      • Their stampede won't stop until their people or their enemies are dead
    • Tree Ghost Tribe
      • Share the High Forest with the native elves
      • Spirit mound - Grandfather Tree
      • Great Chief - Boorvald Orcbane (male - honourable and a protector)
      • Declared themselves the protectors of the Grandfather Tree after years of conflict with other tribes and the elves of the High Forest
      • Rarely seen outside of the forest
      • Boorvald hunts orcs and frequently launches attacks against the Iceshield orc-holds along the western edge of High Forest
      • Boorvald has 6 sons and 3 daughters, each of whom was given an "Oathbow" from the tribe's elf neighbours as a gift of friendship
      • The tribe contains tribal warriors from other tribes who came to the Grandfather Tree, gained enlightenment, and forsook their allegiances to pledge to help the Tree Ghosts protect the Grandfather Tree
Bioluminescent Lights:
  • Depending on the location, this can be represented as bioluminescent lights or more of a aurora borealis in the night sky
  • The party, or person on watch, notices a faint glow coming from nearby in the camp. A small pond (or tree/shrub/etc) is emitting a faint, beautiful glow that seems to be a wonder of nature
  • Describe how the lights beautifully dance and shimmer in the night
  • The effect is harmless and the party can spend as much or as little time engaging with it as they want
  • 2d4+1 vine blights and 2d4+1 needle blights attack the party in the night
  • The vine blights move in close and camouflage using their False Appearance ability. Once they're within 20ft, they run forward and use their Entangling Plants ability to subdue the party
  • The needle blights then move within 30ft and release a volley of needles at the party from a distance
  • Alternatively, the party may happen to set up camp in a congregation of unmoving vine blights who are relying on their False Appearance to strike when the party is caught off-guard. The needle blights join in later in the combat
  • A single bodak is drawn to the party's campsite by the light/noise, following its mission from Orcus to spread death across the Material Plane
  • Any non-war trained animals will flee right before this encounter takes place
  • If it fits in your narrative, the bodak can be a fallen NPC that one of the players used to know. It is seeking out all allies and enemies from its past life to wipe them from existence
  • Increase the HP if a single bodak doesn't pose much of a challenge
Dire Wolves:
  • 3d4 dire wolves encircle and ambush the party at night
  • The wolves won't attack outright. They will surround and then slowly close in on the party, giving anyone a chance to do something that might scare them off before combat begins (PC Intimidation check vs Wolves Insight check)
    • Potentially nominate a pack leader that will have an impact on how this plays out
  • If the party don't do anything or fails to intimidate the wolves, they will attack
  • If things aren't going well for the party, you can have the wolves' survival instinct kick in if their numbers are reduced to less than the number of still-threatening PCs
Displacer Beasts:
  • 1d4+2 displacer beasts ambush the party either for food or just general sport
  • One displacer beast might lash out at the party in an attempt to draw them away from the group to a location where the rest of the pack are waiting for a bloodier ambush
  • 1d4 ghosts appear and attack the party
  • If a 1 is rolled, a solitary, sad-looking ghost appears in the middle of their camp and sings a haunting song, then walks to where its grave is marked by a filthy stone. If the party ignore the ghost or leave the grave alone, nothing happens and the ghost remains suspended in the air looking at the grave until the party leaves. It they clean the grave site out of respect for the dead, the ghost disappears and turns into a shower of 777 silver pieces. If they desecrate or disrespect the grave for some reason, it attacks
    • If it attacks, bump its HP up to 60 so it poses somewhat of a challenge
  • 1d4+4 ghouls attack the party led by 1 ghast
  • The ghast will give orders to the ghouls to attack who it feels is the strongest party member
  • If ghouls are attacked while feasting on a paralysed creature, they will drag their prey their full movement (half speed) away while also continuing to use their bite on their paralysed victim
Giant Snakes:
  • 1d4+1 giant constrictor snakes slither into the campsite and attempt to snap up a tasty meal
  • You can have the snakes appear and pause, waiting to see the party's reaction, to give your PCs a chance to do something that might prevent this from being a combat encounter
Magical Glowing Mushrooms:
  • Tasha's Cauldron of Everything - Magic Mushrooms (pg. 166)
  • The party stumbles across a collection of magic mushrooms near their campsite, radiating this magical glow
  • Those proficient in Medicine, Nature, or Survival can surmise that these are not naturally forming mushrooms and with a DC12 roll, can recall stories of magical mushrooms and how some can save lives or bestow unusual powers when consumed
  • If a mushroom is eaten, roll a d10 to determine its effects:
    • 1: The creature’s skin turns an unusual colour. Roll a d4:
      • 1 - Purple with yellow splotches
      • 2 - Bright orange with tiger stripes
      • 3 - Tree-frog green with red squiggles
      • 4 - Hot pink with yellow spots
      • This change is permanent unless removed by a Greater Restoration spell or similar magic.
    • 2: The creature gains the enlarge or reduce effect (50 percent chance of either) of the Enlarge/Reduce spell for 1 hour.
    • 3: The creature regains 5d8 + 20 hit points.
    • 4: Vocally, the creature can only cluck and croon like a chicken. The creature can also understand and speak to chickens. This curse lasts for 1 hour unless ended by a Remove Curse spell or similar magic.
    • 5: The creature can understand and speak all languages for 1d4 days.
    • 6: The creature gains the benefits of the Telepathy spell for the next 24 hours.
    • 7: The creature gains the benefits of the Speak with Plants spell for 8 hours.
    • 8: The creature immediately casts the Time Stop spell, requiring no components. Constitution is the spellcasting ability for this spell.
    • 9: The creature immediately casts the Detect Thoughts spell, requiring no components. Constitution is the spellcasting ability for this spell.
    • 10: Magical mists pour out of the creature’s eyes and ears, acting as a Fog Cloud spell for 1 hour that is centred on the creature and moves with it.
  • An old halfling woman with a small glaive will approach the party's campsite looking for a place to rest and some company to talk to
  • The glaive is a custom weapon made for a halfling that she's had since she was a young woman. She's pretty handy with it but getting quite slow in her older age. It's her only form of protection as she travels
  • The old woman is really an oni who has used it's Change Shape ability to be able to get closer to its prey
  • When the oni feels the party is no longer believing its lies or has completely let their guard down, it will attack
  • This attack may begin with a Cone of Cold to surprise the party, and then on its next turn it will transform into its true giant form. Or it could also start with the oni transforming prior to combat, then on its first turn casting Invisibility on itself to create a sense of fear amongst the party
Owlbear Pack:
  • A loud, deep hooting sound can be heard throughout the night, not close but not too far from the campsite. The hooting sounds like it comes from something much louder than a regular owl
  • Players who made a successful DC12 Perception check, notice off in the distance a pack of 5 owlbears slowly moving through the terrain in single-file
  • There is a large owlbear at the head of the line, and another large owlbear bringing up the rear. In the middle of them are three smaller offspring
  • They don't appear to be hunting at this moment, just moving from A to B
  • Unless the party does something to draw the pack's attention, they will move on into the night
  • 1d4+1 hunting owlbears will spring into the party's campsite, hunting them for food
    • If a total of 5 is achieved and you feel this encounter is way too deadly for your group, have the hunting pack be a family made up of two adult owlbears and three younger offspring (40hp) who are hunting for their first time (no multiattack)
    • If an offspring is killed, the parents will fight to the death with unbridled fury seeking vengeance
    • If both parents are killed off, the offspring will flee
  • If only 2 owlbears are rolled and you feel this encounter too simple, max out their hit points (91hp)
  • A glimmering, white pegasus descends from the sky and lands not far from the party's campsite, looking for a place to drink, eat, or temporarily rest
    • If this occurs along a road/trail, the pegasus won't land, but will instead gracefully soar past the party, basking in the night air
  • Pegasi are usually quite jumpy, so will immediately take off into the sky if any loud noises are made or it is attacked
  • However, if a good-aligned character can quietly approach and succeed on a DC15 Animal Handling check, the intelligent creature will stay grounded and watch the character as it approaches
  • Narrate a peaceful interaction between the two before the pegasus takes its leave and flies off into the night
    • If a character tries to mount the pegasus they will need to succeed on a DC25 Animal Handling check
    • A failure will result in the pegasus bucking them and flying off
    • A success, and the pegasus will just stand there, MAYBE briefly trot around, before indicating for the character to get off and then saying goodbye and flying off
  • 1 revenant stumbles into the party's campsite, appearing initially like a zombie, but will begin speaking to the party. Very much unlike a zombie.
  • The revenant says he has come to seek justice for the wrongs the party did to him, killing him in such a brutal manner and taking the life of his greatest love, Kella. The party will then see past the unfamiliar face and recognise him as the slain leader of the Seven Snakes, Xolkin
  • As Xolkin has sworn vengeance on the party, he can now only be completely destroyed by either using a Wish spell when his soul is bodiless, the party just straight-up dying, or the party survives for over a year from when the vengeance was enacted. After one of these has occurred, the Xolkin's body will crumble to dust and his soul will fade into the afterlife
  • If Xolkin can't beat them in this first encounter, next time he appears, it will be with weapons and backup (spectres, wights, ghasts, etc). He won't quit until he is successful, making sure each future encounter is harder and more challenging
Stormy Night:
  • The clouds final erupt and the remainder of the night is filled with thundering rain and high winds
    • Rain can be replaced with a blizzard if the party is in the upper mountains or far-north sections of the continent
  • Unless one of the party members has a way to avoid/negate the rain and wind (such as Leomund's Tiny Hut for example), the party has a very restless nights sleep
  • They gain the effects of a Long Rest but everyone also gains one level of Exhaustion and cannot recover any previous levels of exhaustion
  • A single wight leads an undead army to attack the party. The army is made up of 2d6 zombies and 1 ogre zombie
    • If the number of zombies rolled is less than 6, replace the single ogre zombie with 1d4 ogre zombies
  • The wight will send the horde of zombies in first while it attacks from range to begin with, then moving in closer for melee
  • A figure will emerge out of the darkness, staggering a little. They make no effort to stealth either. They are friendly and will comply with whatever reasonable requests the cautious PCs make
  • They will reveal themselves to be a vampire, in dire need of blood. They will ask for a donation, but if refused, will walk away disappointed
  • If the player does contribute blood, the vampire will thank them, and next time this encounter is rolled, the vampire may have a gift for them (magic item, gold/platinum, jewels, etc)
  • The player may choose to drain some blood into a vial or pot for the vampire to then drink, or they may choose to let the vampire bite them. Regardless of the way, they will take 1d6 piercing/slashing damage (based on how they draw the blood), then 3d6 necrotic damage, and their max HP is reduced by that amount until the end of a long rest
  • If concerns are raised, the vampire will assure them that a simple bite isn't enough to turn someone. They must be killed with a bite and then buried in the ground to rise as a vampire
  • If the party is very brazen and choose to attack the vampire, it is the DM's choice whether the vampire straight away flees, or decides to bite a character to take some blood by force to teach them a lesson for their rudeness, then flee
  • A cluster of 1d6+1 will-o'-wisps appear and start floating around the campsite
  • Initially the wisps will appear as beautifully coloured, bobbing lantern lights offering hope and safety
  • Eventually the wisps will surround the party and launch a surprise attack
  • Alternatively, you can have the wisps attempt to lure the party away from the campsite by somehow beckoning them to follow. From here the wisps will lead the party into some sort of hazardous trap like quicksand pits or monster lairs so they can feed on the suffering of their prey and revel in their death screams
    • If you are considering this option, potentially reduce the wisp numbers to only 1d4

If you're interested in the possibility percentages that went into calculating these d100 results, you can see them in this picture here:
Wilderness Encounter Possibility Calculations
If you would like all of the above in a neat PDF format, you can download it here.
Looking forward to hearing people's thoughts!
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2023.06.10 05:29 albers127bersick Dementor-things float in the air

I saw this on tiktok. Similar objects were captured by different people in different places. It looks like a Dementer from Harry Potter. I don’t know where the two videos were filmed, but I asked one author in the comments. I haven't received an answer yet 😀 Have you any ideas what can be it? The only way I can explain it is that it's some kind of drone with ribbons attached and that it was launched to scare people... But that's not the best explanation. One of these objects is near the plane. I don't know if any drone can fly at that height. Could it be the smoke coming out of this object? But this smoke looks very strange and it seems that it hangs and floats in the air like a light synthetic fabric. [Black dementor-thing in Georgia ]( [Black dementor-thing. Filming from an airplane ]( [Black dementor-thing. Idk where is that]( [Black dementor-thing in Salt Lake City, Utah](
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2023.06.10 05:25 somedude456 How did UPS/FEDEX drivers do their job before GPS?

Sounds stupid (thus I'm here) but here me out. Where I live, we don't have numbered streets. We have all these stupid names like Palm Estates, Sea breeze Ave, Cocowood Ct, Lake Wilson Rd, etc.
I don't even know names of roads 1/4th mile from my house. Did driver's have a giant map of the city, like you see 80's movies joking about when making cross country drives? Were they just expected to learn all the roads?
I mean a 1990's pizza delivery guy at least did one delivery at a time. I know they had maps and stayed in smaller areas near their store. UPS/FEDEX does any address period, in a larger area.
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2023.06.10 05:11 BlueGoosePond Did not expect the state park campgrounds to be so busy this weekend!

Did not expect the state park campgrounds to be so busy this weekend! submitted by BlueGoosePond to CampOhio [link] [comments]

2023.06.10 05:05 snivy17 Barbershop Recs?

Bonus points for something near Maplewood/NSP/White Bear Lake. Looking for a beard trim and haircut. For context- I’m of Northern European descent and have basic white dude haibeard.
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2023.06.10 04:25 Pale_Language5371 Star Lake

Does anyone have an extra spot for camping near Star Lake? The most I can do of those tour is Star Lake-Syracuse but I need a place to sleep for the Star lake shows. Peace and Love!
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2023.06.10 04:21 ormr_inn_langi Salt Lake City

I’m watching a video on YouTube with an interview of a young woman who left the Mormon church, and of course the topic of Salt Lake City comes up. Meanwhile on my phone, I’m getting promoted ads for services and tourism in Salt Lake City.
I’m not using a VPN on either my laptop or my phone, and I don’t live in or near Salt Lake City. I’m not even in the US or an English-speaking country.
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2023.06.10 03:59 Calypthea Accidentally a Dungeon Chp. 26

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Without that horrendous bat flapping around and causing a mess for me, I'm now able to focus all of my efforts on bringing down the blinded bear colossus. It is unfortunate that I lost too many owls in the aerial battle, and that Alexa is too exhausted to help out herself, as that means I won't have any reinforcements available from them coming to Jackie’s aid any time soon. That being said, I know just the fish who might be able to make an early return in their stead.
Since they’ve been resting since the start of the battle, Selene and Hecate have been able to recuperate a bit of their mana pools already. Considering that I’m near 100% confident that it doesn’t matter how much the big bear regenerates if it can’t breathe, plus the fact that it doesn’t take too much mana just to hold some water in place, there’s not much reason to keep them benched much longer. Somehow though, I doubt it’s going to be quite that easy to take the bear colossus down. So why don’t we improve the chances of success a bit with all of this free manna I find myself currently swimming in?
Thanks to the sheer quantity of invaders Deepholm is swarming me in, I’ve got more mana to make use of than ever before, and I’d be a fool not to put it to good use. The steep requirement of having to pay 4 times the mana as any of my other scions to upgrade them is hardly an issue at this moment, so I begin the process of pouring my power into my fish. All the while, I keep an eye trained on the battle at hand, waiting for whatever it is the bear will try next. Deepholm scions don’t just meekly turn over and accept their defeat after all.
While I’m only halfway through providing upgrades to my fish scions, my caution is proven entirely warranted as the bear scion bellows its frustration and rage at the top of its lungs. Unable to proceed along a straight path due to Jackie’s constant interference, the colossus hunkers down for a moment in my lake and covers its head with its paws. Then, as soon as its eyes have had a chance to regenerate once more, it peeks out and gets a lock on my location before Jackie inevitably puts more arrows through the freshly grown eyes. This time it hardly pays the attack any mind, reaching down to its flank with those huge claws and ripping free a sizable chunk of its own flesh. With a great heave, the bear scion sent the chunk sailing through the air where it crashed with a meaty splat against the trunk of my tree.
First of all, …gross. Secondly, that bear has surprisingly good aim to be able to nail the part of my tree trunk that is perfectly in line with where my core is. Lastly, heh-heh, I’m in danger. Unable to use its sight, and no longer able to rely on the bat scion for its sonic guidance, the bear has resorted to using smell to guide its way. And what better trail to follow with one’s strong sense of smell than the stench of one’s own blood and viscera? Without a moment of hesitation, the bear scion is back on its feet, and charging forward once more.
This time, there’s truly nothing we can do to stop its advance, the bear’s nose is too big to fully destroy the bear’s sense of smell, even with Jackie’s arrows desperately blasting pieces off of it. With a tremor that I can feel throughout the entire island, the bear scion slams headfirst into the high cliffs, which only serves to daze the beast for but a moment before it starts awkwardly clambering upwards. I curse vehemently, at this rate the colossus will reach my tree before I’m done with upgrading the twins. I can cut it short and make the current upgrade the last one, but it will still take a minute or so for the twins to become accustomed to their strengthened bodies.
It doesn’t take long for the bear’s claws to scramble against the top of the cliffs, digging in for extra purchase, shortly followed thereafter by the beast’s snarling and arrow-riddled cranium. The twins have only just finished absorbing the mana from the latest upgrade, they’re not going to make it in time. It is at that moment that my saviors made their gallant entry into the fray. Cutting a swathe through the remaining army of normal invaders charged not any of my scions, but the brave surviving members of my defensive forces. Having abandoned their defensive chokepoint in the entrance cave, a combined throng of brawler bunnies and leopards led the way as my froglings and flechette-pines provided cover fire. Beside me, I can feel the consternation roll off of Giorno as he tries to keep some semblance of organization in place amidst an attack that he had most certainly not ordered.
Though our tactics have done a great deal in leveling the playing field in the battle between denizens, there are still a lot of enemies left to deal with, and this attack will only open us up to many more unnecessary casualties. Underneath his annoyed countenance however, I do detect a hint of pride in their reckless attempts to buy me more time. An attempt that certainly pays its dividends.
With a series of tremendous leaps, the brawler bunnies and leopard forces bound up to the limbs of the bear scion and begin hacking away at it with sharp claws and stone swords. They scale up the beast, slashing at every joint and every digit along the way. The colossus roars in pain and slips from the cliffside as the tendons in each limb are systematically severed time and time again. But this moment of victory comes at far too steep a cost.
When the bear scion crashes back into the lake, its sheer mass flattens dozens of my brave denizens at a time. From there it thrashes about, crushing some more of my stalwart defenders and sending others flying through the air. Not wasting the opportunity, my denizens lead the enemy scion over to the remnants of the invader army, where both sides become equally devastated by the beast’s angry flailing. I try to call my denizens back, telling them to retreat, that they’d done enough already. When that failed, I resorted to using some of my mana to make it a direct order. Retreat already! The twins are on the way, swimming around the south side of the island as we speak. There’s no need for any more of you to die!
I can feel the mana drain away as the orders take hold, but then I got a unanimous response back through Alexa’s network. Every single one of them started the retreat and then volunteered themselves to be a rearguard to help cover the escape. Even though technically they were following through with my order, not a single denizen so much as turned around or took a single step backward. They were loopholing me! Those damnable, brave, fools were refusing to leave until my scions could arrive. Who the heck taught you bastards to test the limits of the rules and look for ways to bend them in your favor anyhow!?
It took less than a minute for my twins to arrive. But it took even less time for the bear colossus to finish with its rampage. Now the only living combatants faced each other over a lake stained to the same red as the bear scion’s eyes. As a healer, Selene has seen more than her fair share of nasty injuries, as well as plenty of corpses from my previous encounters with Deepholm’s invaders. But even still, all that experience could not have prepared her for the sight of the slaughter before her. All the violent thrashing had thoroughly frothed the water of the lake, but rather than help hide the bodies below with the white foam it only served to accentuate them by clinging to whatever pieces remained above water.
It left my poor fish heartbroken. Disgust and despair raged inside her alongside a powerful wave of guilt at not recovering fast enough to be able to come to their aid in time. I know, sweetie, I know. But those denizens out there? They bought us enough time to stop any more atrocities from happening. They bet everything on you two and Jackie, and now it’s time to make sure we don’t waste a single death. All that anguish and sorrow you’re feeling? I need you to use it. Use it to hone a blade in your heart to turn against those who spread such senseless violence. It’s time to take up the second half of the saint’s job and smite down that walking calamity of a bear. And you’re not alone, Hecate is right beside you along with Jackie, and together, I know you all can do this.
Pep talk done, Hecate gives her sister a loving nuzzle under her chin before turning her hate-filled eyes to the bear scion as well. She isn’t taking kindly to all the desolation wrought by the colossus either, and is especially pissed by how upset it is making her kind-hearted twin. The white crescent moon mark on her forehead glows faintly in response to her roiling emotions, while after a few deep breaths, Selene’s black crescent moon mark does the same, her eyes now steeled in vindictive determination.
As one, they lifted a massive ball of water into the air and slammed it into the bear scion’s face, completely covering it in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, I begin the process of funneling mana into Jackie for her own upgrades. The beast hasn’t shown any magical capacity besides its regeneration, but who knows? Maybe it has something up its sleeve that would save it from the same fate as its companion. Better safe than sorry in this case, no?
Evidently, I was correct to prepare for the backup plan, because rather than struggle against the water bubble encasing its face, the bear colossus calmly slurped the water down. The vast amounts of suction overwhelmed the amount of mana the twins could use to keep the water in place, and so it simply disappeared down the beast’s gullet with a taunting smile that seemed to say, “Thanks for the refreshing drink, I was feeling rather parched”. Not a smidge of magic was used, or needed, to easily trounce my hopes of drowning our problems away. What stood before us surely could not be described as anything but the epitome of relentless brute force, a fact which has now been hammered home rather insultingly by the defeat of my plans through lung power of all things.
With a challenging roar, the bear plowed forward while ignoring the twin’s follow up attacks. Right, plan B it is then. If we can’t suffocate him, then we’ll just have to overwhelm his regeneration with more damage than it can keep up with! In but a moment the bear scion has slammed into my cliffside and begins scaling it once more. This time, Selene and Hecate are there to stop it from making any meaningful progress, their watery slashes biting deep into flesh and disabling limbs long enough for the next attack to land. Where Hecate’s attacks strike necrosis quickly follows, seeping into the flesh until the entire mass falls off to be replaced by newly regenerated meat. Meanwhile, Selen’s strikes shine with the radiant power of her light mana, her slices digging deep through muscles, tendons, and all the way to the bones beneath.
Together they manage to keep the colossus pinned in place to the craggy wall of my island, allowing Jackie all the time she needs to hop around and unleash a torrent of her aether arrows. Rather than strike into the beast herself however, I have her shoot the cliffs themselves where she then sprouts much more massive vines than usual to grasp at the enemy scion and bind it in place. I know that the twins will run out of mana long before I can bleed this invader dry in a battle of attrition, so instead my goal here is to line Jackie up for one big shot to put an end to this colossus once and for all.
Bounding up to the top of the cliff, right over the massive head of the bear, Jackie grows the limbs of her bow out further than even its longbow form, one side planting itself firmly into the stone. With a mighty heave, she stands upon the bow’s limbs and pushes down with all the strength in her legs while hoisting up on the drawstring with her arms. A ballista-sized arrow grows into place, aimed straight down to the skull of the beast below. Through this, Jackie channels the full force of her wind aether. With my hand on her back, I speak softly to into her mind through the bond we share.
“The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Let’s do this Jackie, together!”
Through my hand I channel even more mana into Jackie than before, really packing it into her as fast as the upgrades can handle. 2 more, then 5, then 10. The power swirls around her like a maelstrom that would have left anybody else gritting their teeth to ride out the storm. But not my Jackie. As much as I pushed the mana into her, she matched me by pulling it into her control right away, weaving it into her aether flawlessly. Around the arrow tip the air began to swirl, faster and faster, like a drill turned up to turbo speeds.
This obviously did not go unnoticed by the bear scion, but it was too late for the behemoth to avoid its fate. Bound up tightly in Jackie’s vines while Selen and Hecate kept its prodigious strength locked away through their continuous onslaught. Their mana has already depleted dangerously low once again, but their combined efforts have bought us all the opportunity we need. All the enemy can do is flounder uselessly in its restraints, glaring balefully at Jackie and its impending doom.
With a boom the arrow disappears from Jackie’s bow, boring a path straight through the entire length of the bear scion and continuing deep into the ground beneath it. Jackei’s wind arrow had accelerated freely without any resistance, twisting the air in front of it out of the way and turning the space in front into a devastating drill. Meanwhile, just behind the shaft, the collapse of the resulting vacuum pushed the arrow along even faster than any projectile has ever flown before in this world.
The twisting motion of the air and the shockwaves from the collapsing vacuum bubble didn’t just serve to speed up the arrow however. Like a delayed reaction after the arrow had already sped through, I watched as a spray of blood exploded from the bear’s body, accompanied by the splash of water beneath its feet. I watched as the beast’s jaw was ripped away to hang loosely by a strip of flesh on the right side of its head. From there the arrow had traveled down into the beast’s shoulder and blazed a path all the way through its chest cavity, the aftershocks ripping the bear’s body apart and leaving its left side barely attached anymore. It looked as if some giant had cleaved its axe down the bear’s side, all the way from the shoulders to the hips.
The scion had managed to avoid an instantly fatal blow by twisting its head as far to the side as possible, but that proved to only postpone the inevitable at this point. With that much damage to the internal organs, it couldn’t hope to recover in time. We’d done it, we’d won!
Joyfully, I turned to Giorno, ready to send some mana down to Kelvin next, but what I saw froze me in my tracks. This whole battle, Giorno had been his usual calm and composed self, issuing orders and cooly commanding our forces. But now, he was trembling with a visual amount of fear, his skin blanched of all color. Thoroughly spooked, I racked my brain for anything I might have missed, but I got my answer sooner than expected.
“Kill it, kill it now! We don’t have any time, finish it before it's too late! It’s going to do something to the bear!”
Dutifully, Jackie and the twins ready their next attacks to hasten the bear scion’s demise, but something Giorno said stuck out to me. Wait, the bear is the subject of his sentence, not the object for some reason. But…, that would have to mean…
With wide eyes, I come to a dreadful realization, I never got a mana notification for the bat scion. No, no! No WAY that bastard survived, right? Feeling the sneaking march of dread closing in on my throat, I check the spot where the bat scion had crashed into my island. There it lay, wings in tatters and its chest caved in from impacting the ground, lying in a pool of its own blood. By all accounts, it appears to be dead. But that’s when I notice something off. The pool of blood is moving.
Right before my eyes, I watch as little bubbles capture air inside, and then get mixed in the blood as it slowly circulates out of the lethal wounds and then back into the bat’s body. It must have kept conscious through the crash and is now using its blood magic to just barely keep itself alive. Would that be all the bat was up to, I would have breathed a sigh of relief. But no, all around the crash were scattered splotches of fresh blood, drawn out into a foreboding set of interlocking symbols when viewed from above. The bat was casting something, using its own life as fuel. With a weak wheeze in place of a laugh, the bat scion spoke for one final time.
“Glory be to the Mountainlord. Blood Arts: Sacrifice.
Accompanied by the ding of a new notification, I watched in horror as all the blood was forcibly wrested from the bat scion’s fresh corpse, instantly mummifying it into a dried-out husk. Then that mass of brackish liquid moved faster than it had any right to, thin tendrils shooting out from the main body quickly dragging the blob to the edge of the island. Before any of my scions could react, it had already latched onto the dying bear’s head and begun pouring itself forcibly through every orifice it could reach.
Writhing in agony at the black-red liquid shoving itself down its throat, nostrils, and eye sockets, my scions lashed into the bear’s body with as much strength as they could, but to no avail. The wounds would begin closing before their attacks could even finish, and from the bear’s torso sprouted several bloody tentacles which wrapped themselves around the dangling left side, pulling it back into place with a wet squelch. The newfound regeneration didn’t, perhaps couldn’t, stop there however. All over the colossus’s body something churned beneath its hide.
Every single muscle in the behemoth’s body squirmed as it doubled, then tripled in size, in some places rupturing the skin as it struggles to contain the roiling mass of flesh. Muscle fibers sprung from the fur like weeds sprouting out of fertile ground, twitching and flailing about looking for something to connect to, until the beast’s entire form was nothing but a bulging mass of undulating flesh vaguely shaped like a bear. From the monstrosity's head, the repaired jaw split open far wider than anything still attached to the skull should allow, revealing row after row of sharp fangs growing into place all the way down its throat.
With an unearthly screech, the monstrosity easily tore itself free of the vines and took a swipe at Jackie with its misshapen foreleg. Nobody must have told Deepholm that inflating your musculature so much is a direct reduction in flexibility however, because the blow was slow and cumbersome, allowing Jackie to easily vault backwards out of reach. But Deepholm didn’t need to care about such silly things like flexibility, or the limits of a physical body, as halfway through the swing a series of cracks could be heard as the bear monstrosity’s muscles broke every single bone in its arm, causing it to suddenly stretch out on just the muscles and ligaments, increasing in speed as the limb turned into an impromptu flesh whip tipped with giant claws.
Caught completely by surprise, Jackie could only try to form a hasty shield of roots with her life aether, but the abomination’s claws sundered it with ease, cleaving through her bow, then her arm, and finally raking across her torso. My girl hit the ground, hard, and didn’t get back up. Meanwhile, the twins were still desperately flinging any kind of attack they could think of at the bear horror, all to no avail. This affront to nature had such strong regeneration now that nothing in their repertoire could hope to leave any lasting damage.
With thundering steps, the abomination practically oozed up onto my island, all four legs standing firmly upon my territory for the first time. A few steps brought it close enough to brush up against my trunk, and then it sunk its claws deep into the bark and tore a ginormous chunk of wood free. As easily as tearing apart cardboard, Deepholm’s monstrosity began to dig its way deeper and deeper towards my sanctum, and inevitable destruction. From beside my core, a loud snap rang out as the inspector’s white-knuckle grip finally crushed the handle of her kanabo.
“Damn it all, I can’t just sit here and let this happen! I have to–”
Whatever she was about to say was cut off as she took her first step forward, weapon raised with the intent to join the fray. Instantly she was beset by floating swords made of light on all sides, not even given enough time to swear before they all plunged into her body. With a gasp Lydia fell to the floor, covered in wounds. She’d managed to use her ki to shift the trajectory of enough blades away from her vital organs, but she was still grievously wounded and wouldn’t be doing any fighting any time soon.
In what felt like no time at all, the fleshy abomination had reached the final bit of wood separating me from the outside world. With a psychic scream of determination, Leonardo charged forth, combining his life and kinetic affinities to try and brace that final barrier, but his efforts were carelessly brushed aside as the bear’s claws crashed through anyways, collapsing a pile of splinted timber down upon my peaceful crafter. From above and behind, Alexa had joined the twins in trying to drag the enemy scion back, but with barely a sliver of mana left between the three of them, they were little more than flies buzzing uselessly through the air to it.
Fully exposed to the outside world for the first time since my birth into this world, I was now face to face with the monstrosity as it raised its claws for one final strike. But oddly, all the fear and terror that had frozen me still before was utterly absent. I couldn’t even focus on the looming mountain of death in front of me, nor on the panicked shrieks of my scions as they struggled to the last. Rather, my gaze fell upon the prone form of the very first scion I had designated. My strongest defender, and the most earnest girl you would ever meet. With my focus beside her, I could tell that my brave girl was just barely hanging onto life, but she wouldn’t last long at this rate. Every shaky breath was accompanied by a wave of anguish washing over the bond.
Even without a proper physical form, I knelt beside her and gathered her up into one final embrace. I’m so sorry Jackie. The UI might call you guys scions, but truthfully you have all been a family to me, right from the start. I never had one, back in my previous life, so I know I must have messed up so many times, in so many ways. But even still, I had a blast getting to know each and every one of you, wishing for each day to stretch into infinity so I could enjoy our time together forevermore. But I’ve failed you, I’ve failed you all. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a life full of happier days, and I hope whatever comes in the next life, you can forgive me.
“You’ve been the best daughter I could have ever asked for. I love you.”
Jackie PoV
Everything hurts. My ears won’t stop ringing, and everything around me is moving in super slow motion. Through blurry eyes, I can see my arm lying just out of reach, still clutching my bow tightly, well, half of it anyways. Further away, I can see the blurry shape of the gross thing from Deepholm tearing its way through Mama’s tree. The twins and Alexa were swooping around behind it, but there was no stopping the beast anymore. Pain throbbed through my chest, my heart heavy as it slowly pumped my blood out onto the ground.
I’d failed, again. Right when it mattered most. Some huntress I’d turned out to be. Sure I was able to handle the regular invaders, but against every enemy that ever posed a serious threat, I’d been beaten every time. When I first lost to Miss Lydia, it hadn’t been so bad. Mama told me to learn from it and grow stronger for next time. I’d been useless too against those water birds on the first day. So I trained, and then I trained and I trained and I trained some more. Till the calluses on my paws were bleeding, I practiced every day.
For some reason Mama didn’t like that though, so she forced me to take breaks pretty regularly after that. At first, it felt like she didn’t have faith that my efforts would help with anything, but that feeling faded pretty quickly. She’d always have a bowl of those red fruits she calls strawberries ready for me by her core. Then when I would get settled in beside her and begin munching on the sweet fruit, she would tell me unbelievable stories about the world she remembers from her past life.
Apparently, her old world had jackalopes too, or at least stories of them. Mama says they supposedly had lightning in their veins they could move so fast. Lightning! The big flashes in the sky that make the air go boom. That stuff! The jackalopes from Mama’s world must be really amazing if they could do that. Nervously, I asked her a bit more about it, feeling rather inadequate by comparison, but she ended up talking too much about how technically lightning is in every living creature, but just really really small amounts of it? And something even more confusing about something called eel-ektons that makes it charge based on if they’re in a good mood or not?
Mama does that a lot, going off on tangents about difficult subjects for a long period of time, but even though I couldn’t understand most of it, it is nice just to sit back and listen to her speak. Eventually, she would always notice her rambling, and swap to asking me questions instead. I felt really proud when she asked me so much about my experience training with ki, and later on aether as well. She’d always thank me for my hard work, and for helping her figure out how things work in this world. It made me happy to think that Mama needed me, and that all my efforts were slowly paying off.
And it really felt like I had been improving too! I’d wrangled all the rowdy brawlers into line, and chased off that group of novices. But then that big flying scion came and knocked me out of the fight before I could even tell it was coming. Kelvin was barely a few days old and he had to handle that nasty bat all on his own! And despite all the work I put into developing my aether, I then lost to Miss Lydia again right after that. It felt like I was stuck in place, running as hard as I could but never getting anywhere with it. I did my best to hide it from Mama since she’s so perceptive, but it really hurt.
And now, even after all the faith and strength Mama poured into me, I’d still managed to let her and everybody else down. They’re all going to die, because of me. I’m not sure which is worse at this point, the pain from my injuries or the pain from my failures washing over me. I watched through bleary eyes as the gross bear tore open the deepest part of the tree, and revealed Mama’s core for all the world to see. It’d been a few weeks since our last break together, so when I saw the soft green glow of Mama’s core, it stirred up a weird mix of relief and regret in my heart. I’d missed that comforting glow, but also the only reason I could see it now is because I’d doomed it to oblivion.
Grief filled me up to the brim, and all I could do is wordlessly apologize over and over again.
To my surprise, however, I could feel her presence nearby, and that comforting warmth brushed aside my apologies to fill our bond with light instead. I don’t get it, why is she here? Why is she focusing on me, when the enemy is literally right in front of her core, staring her down? Why is she wasting her time on me when I can barely even move anymore?! And even if I could, we both know I would just let her down some more. So why, why does it feel like I’m back by her side, listening to her tell stories at length, feeling so comfy and secure?
Go on, go! Leave already and focus on someone else, maybe they have a chance to save you, to fix things. Haven’t I failed you enough? I, I can’t do anything but disappoint you. I…I can’t be like the jackalopes from your stories Mama. I’m not good enough for that. I’m sorry.
“..b..en….f…….to me……..t…….ro……sta…”
Despite shoving my weakness, my numerous defeats and doubts to the front and finally showing Mama everything I’d tried to keep hidden from her through the bond, absolutely nothing changed. If anything, the feeling of closeness only increased and that warm feeling wrapped me up even tighter, never wavering for a moment. For a moment, the ringing in my head subsided, but my eyes must still be playing tricks because I thought I could see a bunch of golden sparkles floating in the air around me, forming the vague outline of a person with her arms wrapped around me. The next words came through confidently and clearly, and finally put a name to the feeling I always felt when Mama’s attention was on me.
“I love you.”
…Why? When I’ve already let you down so many times, when you’re about to die because of me…why spend your last moments on this worthless rabbit who couldn’t save anything? The bond held no answers for me, only that same persistent warmth, refusing to relent for so much as a moment. Over in the tree, the bear monster had raised its claw into the air, readying the final strike that would take Mama away for good. A few tears slipped free from my eyes and dropped down to join the blood at my feet. Belatedly, I realized that at some point I must have stood up, but that doesn’t really matter right now.
In fact, standing there, basking in the feeling of being wrapped up in Mama’s love, it felt like a lot of things didn’t matter. My doubts, my fear of not being good enough, and the pain of being proven right. It all felt like wisps of smoke being carried away on the wind. They scattered against the constant reinforcement pouring out from the bond, powerless before it. She’d seen all of my shortcomings, witnessed every downfall, and yet this was always her response. Yellow sparks crackled through my fur, and larger arcs of energy began to flicker back and forth between the branches of the antlers on my head.
Slowly, all the world began to fall away. The ground beneath my feet, the stench of death hanging upon the wind, even the tree itself, along with the slow-motion bear scion bringing its claws down for the kill. There was just me, and there in the distance, the light of Mama’s core, calling me home like a beacon. Under her light, I remembered the simple truth that Mama has always seen and understood so much more than me, guiding me as best she could and celebrating both my success and failures alongside me. For this moment in time, all those complicated and difficult subjects stopped being important. All those times spent hoping I could measure up to the lofty heights she spoke about seemed a silly waste of time. All I had to do was stop trying to become something else. Maybe, just maybe, I was already everything that Mama could see in me, and I just hadn’t realized it yet.
I crouch down low to the ground, those strange sparks increasing in intensity, coiling inside of me like a power I never knew I had. My ears and paws were starting to char black from all the energy flowing through me, but I didn’t feel a thing. After all, none of that mattered. With a mighty leap, I left the feeling of solid earth behind. Wait for me just a little longer, ok Mama? I’m coming to your side.
Blood flash-boiled.
Flesh charred into shattered lumps of charcoal.
Bones fragmented and caved under the tremendous forces at play.
Jackie never got to experience the joy where in this, her latest challenge to a race between herself and the sound carried along through the air, the wind finally lost.
Neither did she get to see how, for the first time in its life, the bear scion’s body was lifted fully up off of the ground and flung to the side like gravity had suddenly reversed its direction.
But perhaps..., someday, there would come a time when she’s relaxing with a bowl of those delectable strawberries once more, and she’ll get to listen to Mama’s voice as she regales her with another one of her wild stories. A story where one little rabbit made all the difference in the world, and through her actions did save the day. Now wouldn’t that be nice?

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Author Notes://
Here it is, the big one! I've had this chapter in mind since before I even started writing this story. In fact, it's what made me say fuck it, I'm gonna try writing it out and see what happens. Sorry again for the long delay on this chapter, I didn't want to split it into anything smaller, so it ended up pretty long. Also, yay! First scion PoV, just like you guys wanted right? xD
I hope you enjoyed reading this part, and I'll see you all again next time for the final conclusion to the Deepholm Arc.
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2023.06.10 03:11 Portugalxpert Best Beaches in Portugal: Our Top 11 Picks for 2023

Best Beaches in Portugal: Our Top 11 Picks for 2023
Are you planning your next beach vacation and considering Portugal as your destination? If so, I've got some fantastic recommendations for you. I recently came across an article on PortugalXpert that lists the top 11 beaches in Portugal for 2023.
Here's a quick rundown of the beaches mentioned in the article:
  1. Praia dos Galapinhos: A hidden gem in Parque Natural da Arrábida, known for its Mediterranean vegetation and stunning rock formations.
  2. Praia da Marinha: A gem of the Algarve, known for its unforgettable natural beauty and the perfect spot for relaxation and adventure.
  3. Melides: A tranquil paradise on the Alentejo Coast, a haven for nature lovers and a serene escape.
  4. Praia de Odeceixe: A natural paradise at the edge of the Algarve, offering a unique beach experience with a river beach on one side and a sea beach on the other.
  5. Quinta do Lago Lake Beach: A must-visit destination for beach lovers who prefer their beaches to be lakes.
  6. Foz de Minho: Portugal's most northerly beach, offering a blend of river and sea landscapes.
  7. Praia do Norte, Nazaré: Known for its massive waves that can reach up to 100 feet high, a popular destination for surfers.
  8. Ribeira do Cavalo Beach, Sesimbra: A peaceful and secluded beach with crystal-clear waters perfect for swimming and snorkeling.
  9. Praia de São Jacinto, Aveiro: A captivating spectacle of nature's grandeur, offering a unique blend of tranquility, beauty, and adventure.
  10. Praia do Guincho, Cascais: A beautiful beach near Lisbon, known as a surfing paradise and a bucket list sunset experience.
  11. Praia de Santa Barbara, Sao Miguel, Azores: A surfer's paradise in the Azores with awe-inspiring natural scenery.
Each beach is described in detail, including its unique features, how to get there, and where to stay nearby. So whether you're looking for a relaxing getaway, an adventurous water sports experience, or a serene escape, there's a beach for everyone in Portugal.
You can check out the full article here to plan your perfect beach holiday in Portugal. Trust me; you won't want to miss out on these stunning locations!
#Portugal #Travel #Beaches #Holiday #TravelGuide #PortugalXpert
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2023.06.10 02:23 Far_Entertainer2744 Where would you buy your 2nd home

Beach house Lake house/winter cabin house Other?
I live near Philly so halfway between the poconos and Jersey shore. Beach home would be profitable during the summer to rent out but I hate the sun so probably would only use it to get away and work remotely but probably not go outside
Poconos has lake nearby for summer and spring and snow access for winter. Could be rented out all year round.
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2023.06.10 02:02 Schneetmacher Haul Reviews: Possets & Area of Effect!

Hello, IMAM! Today I am reviewing fragrances purchased from Area of Effect and Possets. All are oil-based.
I haven’t included like & dislikes before in reviews, but I think I should start now, as it provides some context for how I approach scents.
Patchouli is also a “like,” but my skin can amplify it to a ludicrous degree so I have to be careful.
It is possible that benzoin might be another dislike, but I have to experiment more before I make a decision. And I try to be careful with musk, as some varieties can induce headaches.
While I chose the fragrances all based on notes, I make a point of not double-checking when I test, going in as blindly as possible. Now, on to the reviews!
“Priya” – lemon, cardamom, and vanilla
Prior to testing, I opened the FS bottle and then open for a few hours, in a method I’d read about on here for “accelerated aging.” In the past I’ve found that this helps to deepen a fragrance in a positive way. (The only bottles I can’t do this with are skinny wand vials – they’ll fall over.) This method even improved the sniff test! While initially it had smelled like a very clean lemon (perhaps too clean), afterward some tasteful hints of sugar came through.
When testing “Priya” on the skin, I was met with a true lemon sugar accord. In fact… I was reminded of pancakes. Or, at least, how pancakes are apparently served in Great Britain. For context: when I first heard of the 4160 Tuesdays perfume “Sunshine & Pancakes,” I was terribly confused by the notes list: lemon, orange, honey… no cake / pastry note, no maple syrup, what the heck was this? Then I learned that across the pond they’re often served with drizzled honey or sugar, and lemon squeezed on top. Anyway, the opening of “Priya” smells like what I imagine British pancakes to be.
With such a promising opening, I wish I could say that the sweetness deepened into something spicier / woodier, or even just carried through to the end. However, the lemon – which is a powerful lemon to hang on for so long – eventually became purer, and purer, until it started reminding me of household cleaner. Altogether, I think what ended up on my arm would make a heavenly room scent; but it’s not something I want on my skin.
Given that “Priya” is tied to a worthwhile charitable cause via Possets, I won’t destash the full bottle as-is. Instead, I’m going to decant it so people can sample it first (since samples of this aren’t sold separately), and if they like it then they can purchase the FS from Possets.
Rating: 3/5 – lemony fresh
“Pippin Pie” – The juiciest and most tart apples, the flakiest and most buttery pastry, heaps and heaps of sugar and a kiss of spice.
This was a surprise free sample in my order, and I went into this with some trepidation as apples and my skin don’t get along.
My first impression was that this was very savory. Like, Fyrinnae being weird kind of savory (think “Artisan Bakery”). Out of the bottle, those first sniffs gave me some pause! On the skin, though… that first half hour was the most delicious pie crust imaginable. I don’t normally go for scents that are that gourmand (usually too much for my nose), but this was where pies go to die. This was the Double-R in “Twin Peaks.”
After half an hour, though, it faded… and faded… until there was something so faint on my arm I could hardly tell if it genuinely approached apples or if it was just softly soapy. Two hours, and the scent was genuinely gone. I tested on each arm, separately, and confirmed this. My skin ate “Pippin Pie” up, sadly.
Rating: 3/5 – the pie did, in fact, die
“Bear Lake Shake-Utah” – a raspberry milkshake made with berries picked that day… amid the scent of the summer sun hitting the mountain lake, crystalline air, the milky raspberry shakes cooled and comforted them
I was so looking forward to this milkshake. Alas, this has made me discover I’m not much of a fan of lactonic notes. It’s hard for me to articulate how they’re separate from vanilla or coumarin, but “milk” is definitely different in perfume, and I don’t think I like it. In fact, I would go so far as to guess that it was lactonic notes I disliked in previous banana-oriented fragrances I tried, and not banana itself. I may need to try banana again.
The raspberry, as well, was not what I was looking for. Now, my favorite incarnation of raspberry in perfume so far is from a niche house: Svensk Parfym, “Virke” (means “timber” in Swedish). It smells like raspberries growing wild in the Swedish taiga, and it’s one of few EdPs I’d consider repurchasing, if I can’t find an indie raspberry to which I can declare loyalty. So far, my favorite indie has been Stone & Wit “Cipher,” which is a fresh, juicy, and not at all candied raspberry.
The raspberry here, however, is much more like a lollipop or Jolly Rancher than the fruit itself, which was disappointing.
Rating: 2/5 – not my kind of milkshake, I guess
Area of Effect
“Isabelle” – peach, black pepper, fresh cut grass, soft vanilla, dry wood, cedar
While I did not double-check the notes before testing, I recall that I’d purchased “Intelligence” and “Isabelle” together for comparison purposes as peach scents, since I was still on a quest to find my perfect peach.
After resting, “Isabelle” no longer smelled super traditional out of the vial, and I actually caught whiffs of peach. When I tested I smelled something cool and green under everything else, and I’m starting to think that is, in fact, Area of Effect’s base. (Yes, I know this has a “fresh cut grass” note, but I’ve smelled this nuance in other AoE scents I’ve tried.) The opening of this is an under-ripe peach, in fact, still on the branch. Eventually, this does get more “picnic grounds” than “picnic meal,” and isn’t very sweet.
For someone who enjoys softer scents, and wants something feminine that isn’t off-the-wall but also not super traditional / vintage, “Isabelle” could be a wonderful everyday / work scent. Sadly, it’s not what I’m looking for.
Rating: 3/5 – peach needs longer to ripen
“Intelligence” – peony, peach, coconut, olive leaf, cotton candy, vanilla bean
Of course, I tested “Intelligence” right after “Isabelle” so the comparison would be fresh in my mind. I must say, I was surprised at how strong the peach note was in this one, since my first impression had hinted it would be of the softer variety. Now, the peach wasn’t necessarily as juicy as I wanted (I’m starting to wonder if what I want is even possible in a perfume: a juicy, realistic, not-too-sweet peach that doesn’t fade right away), but here was a peach note that was sticking around! And the way it settled wasn’t too heavily gourmand, either: peach still wafted up from my arm, but sniffing closer to my skin I found a lovely coconut with just a sprinkling of tiaré petals (not full-on monoi oil).
Looking at the notes, I’m curious about what I don’t get on my skin. I didn’t smell peony at all, nor cotton candy; and what little vanilla was there, was quiet. (I think the olive leaf was what I mistook for tiaré.) This wasn’t nearly as sweet on my skin as what the notes list would suggest, and I’m actually grateful.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that I enjoyed “Intelligence” so much, as that’s usually my highest DnD stat (magic-user). 😊
Rating: 4.5/5 – For the time being, I really think that I’ve found my peach scent!
“K.K. Slider” – coconut cream, rum, pineapple, chai spice, nutmeg, graham cracker
After “Pippin Pie,” I tested this one, hoping to get a better result from what I remembered as “key lime pie, but with pineapple.” Out of the vial I’d gotten no fruit, but I hoped this would change on my skin.
I was wrong. I was very, very wrong. The sweet crust evolved into a full-on icing accord that overwhelmed my nose, to the point where I had to scrub. There was no pineapple. ☹
Rating: 0/5 – definitely try this if you like icing
“Killer Tomatoes” – tomato leaf, sun-dried tomato, dirt, fig, patchouli
All right, I’d had several noes in a row and really wanted a yes. I needed a great green perfume. Funnily enough, in my curiosity regarding AoE’s sun-dried tomato note I’d previously tried “Garden Warfare,” but gotten mostly dirt from that one. In a review I posted to IMAM, the actual perfumer behind AoE commented that “Killer Tomatoes” was what I really wanted. It’s late, but I did eventually try it!
And it’s what I wanted. As far as green profiles go, it’s in a similar vein to Morari “Tomato Vine” – but whereas that is pure green leaves and almost spa-like in its Zen, “Killer Tomatoes” has a tanginess that really does evoke tomato flesh (particularly of the sun-dried variety). I don’t know how AoE did this (most “tomato” notes in perfumery refer to the leaves & vine), but they did it. And I love it!
Rating: 5/5 – I found my tomato!
“Viva Piñata” – guava, hibiscus, hot spice, mango, coconut, beach, cola, sandalwood
This was the last one I tested, and one I’d remembered really being hyped about. It’s also the one I can smell the least out of the vial – remarkably subtle. On skin, a sort of candied / dried mango accord started to form, and I got excited! It didn’t stay sweet, though – or project very much. Eventually it became mainly a soft musk, which really isn’t my thing.
Color me shocked, though, when I got the notes list for this review and saw sandalwood. If I’d remembered sandalwood was in this, I wouldn’t have purchased it. Luckily, this didn’t cause a migraine, but that “soft musk” I picked up I’m not guessing was sandalwood combined with whatever makes the “beach” note (sand, waves, etc.). I wish the fruits had stuck around, and that I’d gotten the hot (presumably chili) spice.
Rating: 2/5 – out with a whimper
This was… kind of a disappointing haul, if I’m being honest. Outside of the FS I’d purchased from Possets of “Dance with Me,” which I already love, I’m only keeping two of my samples and destashing everything else. I’ve put myself on no-buy now, until I sell my destashes and use up more of what I already have.
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2023.06.10 01:49 Hyack57 Identify this spider please

Identify this spider please
Near Lake Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. (Interior; not coastal)
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2023.06.10 01:41 Photosystematics Is fairy lake campground open? If not is the road passable?

I’d love to float a bit tomorrow but i have made assumptions about the seasonality of some of these places before. The ranger station is closed for the week and the website says the campground opens on 6/16 but just posting to confirm / ask about the road for a day float.
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2023.06.10 01:22 Main_Competition9268 What’s it like living in Tahoe?!

Hi guyzz :)
I got a job in North Lake Tahoe. And seeing if it would be a good fit?
I’ve lived in the Midwest, Los Angeles, and the suburbs of Austin, TX.
Love nature and shredding 🏂
However, I’ve never lived in a small town/rural-ish area before.
I’m late 20s female. Are there a lot of people my age? I enjoyed LA, but it got to be a bit much for me in terms of the stimuli and hectic-ness.
I think I like being near a city but not necessarily in the midst of a big city.
Are there different professionals or is it mostly just ski bums and families?
Any intel about the demographic or activities to do besides ski/hiking/biking would be helpful.
Thank you!
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2023.06.10 00:54 Creepy-Radish-4400 What is this rock that I think was found near Lake Michigan

It was probably found near Lake Michigan. I was trying to put it in a fish tank then noticed how it practically crumbled apart and washed it. Some of it came off and revealed whatever this is. Any identification would be nice so I know what this thing is.
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