#harvests in contagion

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

An Adventurer’s Cold

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An original fic commissioned anonymously

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Subject: Original Characters By Author

Length: 3,998 Words

Genre: Denial, RPG, Contagion, Stuck Sneeze

Rating: E for Everyone

CW/TW: Slight Food Description, Mild Blood

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You have entered MARLINE’S MAGIC SHOP.

“Snf…welcobe back, traveler.”

Marline took a worn handkerchief out of her front apron pocket, blowing her nose mightily. She sniffled, leaning against the old oak counter she stood behind.

“Whad can I interest you in today?”

Terra, only half listening, looked at the many mystical items lining the shelves. Dragon’s heart, succubus horns, even a small jar filled with pixie wings for one silver piece each. Not a bad price, considering how hard pixies were to catch.

However, she didn’t have time for browsing today.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a bronze kobold fang, would ya?” she asked, looking through a green eyepiece at the tired shopkeeper.

Marline smiled. “You took thad request for the rabid fairies, I take it?”

“Yep! They’re some nasty critters, but we’ve got a potion that should stun ‘em -”

“Hah-! hhhhp’TSHIEW!”

Marline bent over the counter, her long red hair spilling over her face. She groaned, taking her handkerchief out again. Terra lowered the eyepiece.

“Good health, Mar. Though it sounds like it’s a little late for that.”

Marline blew her nose with a loud honk. “I was bushroom hunting during a rainy spell ereyesterday - snf! I believe I bay have lived to regret it.”

“I’ll say,” Terra said, frowning. “Have any faeleaf? It doesn’t taste great, but it’ll set you right again.”

“Not this week, I’b afraid. I wasn’d the only one who fell ill after the storm. I would harvest sobe byself, bud I…hih! hhh’PTCHIIEW!”

“Hey, no worries!”

Terra reached into her traveling bag and pulled out a small, bitter-smelling burlap pouch.

“I always keep some with me for emergencies.”

Marline shook her head. “You busn’t – hih’PSHIEW!”

Terra set the bag on the counter.

“Listen, if anybody has an emergency, it’s what you’ve got. Besides, I haven’t caught a cold since I was a kid! I don’t think I’m going to start getting one now.”

Marline gave a knowing smile, but took the herbs with no more opposition.

“Stday in good health, kind traveler,” was all she said before stuffing her handkerchief back into her apron pocket.

“I will!” Terra replied, not noticing Marline’s expression. “The spirit of adventure will keep me warm! And a little mead, if I can get it.”

Terra chuckled, and turned on her heel to leave.

“Ah! Your kobold fang!” Marline called after her.

Terra spun around again, putting her hand on her forehead.

“If my bow wasn’t on my back, I’d forget that too,” she said, reaching for her belt. “Let me just get my coin purse, and I’ll -”

Marline shook her head. “No, no, dear traveler, please. Your kindness has been paybent edough.”

She reached into her apron, pulling out a sharp, yellow tooth with a purple tint at the crown. She held it out to the adventurer.

“Don’t mention it,” Terra said, accepting the tooth.

Suddenly, Marline’s handkerchief was retrieved again, and she sneezed into it yet again, sniffling with a quiet groan. Terra suddenly realized that the tooth must have been next to the shopkeeper’s many handkerchiefs throughout the day. That would explain its uncharacteristic shine.

She shrugged, putting the tooth into her satchel. She’d touched worse bodily fluids.

KOBOLD TOOTH is now in your inventory.

“Get some rest, Marline!” Terra called behind her as she left.

“I shall,” Marline said wearily. “Fare thee we-heh! hhhh’PCHIEW!”

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You have entered the DARK FOREST.

“I believe this is the place, if my master’s geography is correct,” Vin said, peering at a dusty, yellowed scroll. “Though the topography may have changed since he made it.”

“Eh, how much can a bunch of rocks move?” Terra said. She squinted above her, checking the branches of the surrounding trees for glittering wings or beady eyes between the leaves.

Vin adjusted their glasses with a mechanism on the side of the hinge. “Quite a bit, actually. Earthquakes, battles, magical events, even the migration of animals can-”

ENERGY has decreased. You are now FATIGUED.

Terra yawned, rubbing her suddenly burning eyes. Vin scowled.

“You can at least pretend to be interested.”

Terra started. “Huh?”

“We have been walkin’ for a while,” Norif said, hoping to placate the scholar. “We ought to set up camp – it’s gettin’ dark anyway.”

Vin hmphed, but didn’t have any objection.

Suddenly, Terra noticed that there weren't as many sounds of footsteps as there were before. Her worn brogues, Norif’s dwarvish leather boots, Vin’s cork soles…

Terra turned around.

Frederick had completely stopped, and was looking up at the sky, which had just begun to show the pinpricks of summer stars. His wide, moonish eyes stared, unmoving. Then, with a slow motion, he lifted a thin arm and pointed a finger to the trees, his other hand moving inside his cloak. Terra instinctively rubbed her hands together, preparing her magic.

The others soon followed suit, grabbing their own weapons and standing at the ready.

Their preparedness paid off, as, before the party knew it, a swarm of angry fairies descended upon them, snarling and screeching.

Norif swung his ax at the creatures, taking large clouds of them with a single blow. Vin, with a scraping of iron, loaded their crossbow, the many cogs and mechanisms firing the arrows directly into each fairy heart. A thin rope attached to every arrow jerked them back into place with a satisfying clack. The practical Frederick fired his revolver quickly and without mercy, leaving every target a blood splatter on the dark soil.

But even with these efforts, the fairies quickly overtook them. Frothing mouths and gnashing teeth soon surrounded the adventurers.

They had expected this – after all, fairies could only be kept at bay with magic, as was their birthright. They all looked to Terra, their resident mage.

Taking this as her cue, Terra retrieved the kobold tooth from her belt, crushing the hollow bone in her palm until it was a thin powder.

A simple wind spell would spread the tooth, subduing the fairies until Terra could harness lightning to defeat them for good – electricity was the only natural element they had no control over.

Terra took a deep breath, and a howling gust of wind blew through the forest as she puffed out the ground tooth. A white cloud swirled around her. The rest of the party kept their distance, both out of reach from the spell and the rabid fairies. The cloud overcame the swarm, and, as they smelled the scent of their natural enemy, went limp and hovered in the air.

Exactly as planned.

Terra stretched her fingers, feeling the warm pulse of magic flow through her hands. To the knuckles, to the joints, then to the tips it went.

But, before she could cast the final spell, her breath caught.

The KOBOLD POWDER is tickling your throat.

Terra tried to will herself to focus on the spell, but it was no use. The powder was making her eyes water and her throat dry. She hacked out a cough, still holding her hands in front of her to cast. The spell buzzed uselessly from her fingertips.

No matter how much she wheezed and croaked, Terra couldn’t keep upright long enough to cast her spell. The cloud was starting to settle, and one of the bigger fairies shook itself from its haze, baring its fangs. It dived into a thin part of the cloud towards Terra.

“Watch out!” Norif called, but it was no use. Terra could hardly hear herself think, much less anyone else over her hacking.

Terra looked up just in time to see the fairy rear back an arm and sink its claws into her cheek. She yelped, stumbling back. A tree root caught her heel, and she tumbled to the ground. She lifted herself onto her elbows to the fairy growling a low growl, preparing another, deadlier attack. Green venom dripped from its fangs, and its yellow eyes dilated. Terra held her hands in front of her, trying in vain to ward off the creature.

“N-Nice fairy…snf…”

Unbeknownst to the mage, the tickle in her throat had slowly traveled to her sinuses. Her freckled nose began to twitch.

You need to SNEEZE.

“Deh-Don’t…hih-!”

A small group of black clouds gathered above them, and Terra’s hands began to crackle. Thunder crashed. The fairy started, looking up with wide eyes and a whimper. Terra squeezed one watering eye shut.

“A-Almost…gih-!”

The clouds grew thicker, the thunder louder. The tree branches trembled in the wind. The other fairies, still hovering, looked up at the rumbling sky. Terra hitched, curling her fingers.

“HAH-!”

KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

You used CALL OF LIGHTNING.

Lightning flashed, hitting every single fairy with a bolt of white hot magic. They fell to the ground, singed and lifeless. Barely contained, bolts began hitting nearby trees, giving them black, round burn marks with red centers. If the rest of the party hadn’t gotten out of range of Terra’s magic, they would have surely been struck as well.

It was VERY EFFECTIVE.

Once the spell had run out of targets, it ended, and the dust cleared. All that was left in the now barren clearing was Terra, stunned and still holding her hands in front of her. A light drizzle began to fall.

There was a long pause as the party stood still in front of the clearing, afraid to join the fairies littering the ground.

“Cogs and corkscrews,” Vin murmured, their usually narrowed eyes wide.

Norif gingerly stepped into the singed circle, keeping the blade of his ax above him just in case.

“Y’alright?” he said, taking a torn rag from his breast pocket.

Terra blinked, and a nervous smile shook on her lips.

“I, uh…the spell kind of got away from me, huh?”

“I’d say so,” Vin said, earning him a glare from Norif, who had begun dressing the wound on Terra’s cheek.

“At least the job’s done,” he soothed. “No one in their right head would want fairies caught alive.”

Terra nodded. “Yeah. That’s right. Just - koff! - give me a sec and I’ll -”

ENERGY has decreased. You are now EXHAUSTED.

Terra fell back against the tree trunk, wincing. Norif rubbed her shoulder.

“We’ll make sure the fairies don’ seep back into the soil. You did your part. We’ll do ours.”

Hardly in a position to argue, Terra leaned her head against the tree trunk, closing her burning eyes.

Before she knew it, a pair of strong arms lifted her up from the ground. All she heard before she dozed off was Vin complaining that their glasses would get rusted in the rain, and there wasn’t a blacksmith for miles, and was it really necessary to do a lightning spell of all things…

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You have entered GWALT’S INN.

“A c-couple rooms, if ya would.”

The innkeeper peered over at the counter at the adventurers. Terra was standing, as she had insisted on entering the inn on her own two feet. However, she had a hand on Frederick’s shoulder for support.

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “On whose account?”

Terra looked around. Instead of drunken workmen or soldiers recounting battle, the fine oaken tables were filled with nobles politely chatting over honey mead or aged wine. A few of them had turned to stare at the soaked, mud-covered party in varying degrees of confusion and disdain.

This wasn’t an adventurer’s inn, but a place for those of higher standing to feel a clean ruggedness, a false sense of bravery as they “conversed with the locals.”

This wasn’t a place for them.

However, before they could return to the stormy darkness, Frederick held up a hand and reached inside his cloak. He retrieved a thin card, one side silver and the other gold. A few words that Terra didn’t recognize were engraved into the metal. Frederick laid the card on the counter, pushing it towards the innkeeper with the tip of his finger.

To Terra’s surprise, the innkeeper began to sputter, his waxy face turning red.

“Of course, sirs! Madams! His majesty’s brave battalion!”

The nobles began to whisper among themselves, their disgust turning quickly to awe and reverence.

“I am terribly sorry, no, outraged that you had to travel in such dreadful weather!” the innkeeper stammered, showing them up the stairs with a low bow. “I will have your clothes washed immediately, and perfumed of course! And whatever of our selection of humble morsels you may like, if thou wishes.”

Terra raised her eyebrows, looking at Frederick. He only nodded solemnly.

It wasn’t long before the mage was in a pair of silk bedclothes, laying in a large bed with frilled sheets and a thick quilt.

However, she wasn’t sleeping.

“Ih-! Hih…!”

You need to SNEEZE.

She sniffled, then, with a sigh, blew her nose. Mounds of tissues surrounded her, all provided by the inn staff, of course. However, no matter how much she snuffled and sniffled and rubbed her nostrils with the palm of her hand, she couldn’t bring herself to sneeze – though the need grew ever more powerful.

Unable to doze for more than a few minutes, she tried to plan the next few days' journey with Vin and Norif, but to no avail.

“If we - snf! - take the high road,” she wavered, keeping a tissue at her nose, “w-we can…meh-!...make good time.”

Norif rubbed the end of his beard. “I don’ think we’ll be leavin’ this inn for a while. On account’ve…”

He cleared his throat.

“...the weather, a’course.”

“The rain’s never stopped us before,” Terra said. “A-And we won’t - snf! - have to stop for washing! We’ll just let the rain…c-clean - HI’HIH-!”

“Would you be quiet?” Vin hissed, not looking up from the map. “I can hardly concentrate.”

Norif slit his eyes at the halfling. Terra growled in frustration.

“You made me lose it again!”

She reached for another tissue, but, finding there to be none left, she buried her nose into the neck of her shirt.

“Disgusting,” Vin said, recoiling and putting the map in front of their eyes.

Terra ignored them. “Maybe some of the kobold tooth got into my nose…I’ve neheeded to sneeze since we bagged the fairies.”

She sniffled.

“Or maybe it’s a curse? But what curse makes you n-need to sneeze?”

Before Norif could answer, the door opened, and Frederick came in, arms full with packs of tissues from the innkeeper. He moved carefully around the bed, handing one of the packs to Terra. She ripped them open with one hand – as the other was more than occupied – and put almost half of them to her streaming nose.

“Thangk you,” she said with a blow.

Norif moved the quilt up to Terra’s shoulders, gently pushing her head onto the mountain of silk pillows.

“Well, until this, er, curse passes, it would be best to lay yourself down for a bit. Maybe Vin could find a cure for ya. Yea, Vin?”

Vin raised their eyebrow at the pointed request, but said nothing to refuse.

“I’ll be fine,” Terra said, propping herself up on her elbows. “And we’re - snf! - leaving tomorrow, rain or shine…!”

She yawned, settling back down again.

“Curse…or no curse.”

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The innkeeper had insisted on breakfast before the party left. An array of meat, pastries, fresh fruit, wine, and mead were brought before them – a king’s feast.

But Terra could hardly touch it.

Having been kept up almost all night by her burning sinuses and aching head, she could only lean against the back of the wooden chair, shivering as the chilly morning air drafted through. Her coat was made to be warm, even in the most frigid northern wind, but it seemed like the cold was leeching into her very bones.

She was only awoken when Norif put a hand on her forehead. The warmth of his rough palm felt her head, then either side of her neck. She heard him whisper something to the others, but the only thing she could hear was her pounding temples.

“Mmn…is it tibe to leave?” she murmured, trying to push her chair back from the table. Her sore joints were too weak, and the chair’s back legs clacked back onto the floor.

“Ah! Not just yet,” Norif saud, an odd tone of urgency in his voice. “We need’ta…er, Vin’s gonna go to a library nearby. T’cure your curse. There’s really no use ‘n you goin’, it’s all dusty books and scrolls.”

“Don’d have tibe,” Terra croaked. “Back to the guild.”

Norif gave Vin a pleading look, and the scholar fumbled with their knapsack, taking out a few tattered papers and maps.

“Eh, w-well, we are a few days ahead of schedule. We needn’t be back for at least another week, and it only takes three days to - ”

Terra was already up from the table, ignoring Vin. Without much choice, everyone else followed suit. After yesterday’s battle, they were afraid of what might happen if they tried to force her back to bed.

The weather had much improved since the day before. Though it was still a bit gray, the sun peeked out between the clouds, sending rays of light through the raindrops still left on the leaves.

Despite her weakness, Terra took the front as usual, plodding alongside Norif. Shivers ran up and down her spine as a cold wind left from the storm began to blow.

As the group walked near the edge of the woods, the clouds grew darker, and the sun disappeared again. Terra put a thumb on the underside of her nose.

You need to SNEEZE.

Terra sniffled and rolled her eyes. As if on cue, her nostrils began to tremble, and a burning tickle flared in her swollen sinuses. But, this time, the urge grew so great that it made the mage stop in her tracks.

“Hih…? HIH-!”

Attempt to STIFLE? > YES NO

She put her hands over her nose. A slow tingling made its way from her nose to the rest of her body. Soon, the air around her crackled with blue sparks of magic.

“Terra?” Norif said, reaching towards her before thinking better of it.

Terra tried to answer, but it was taking everything in her to keep the magic contained. Thunder rumbled in the clouds as she squeezed one watery eye shut.

“I-I’m…guh-! HUH-!”

She desperately waved to her friends to stand back – she knew that this sneeze was coming, one way or another. The party wasted no time, running behind the treeline with whatever they could carry above their heads to protect them.

“HihihHIH-!”

Terra leaned her head back, the magic coming to a peak inside her. The air was suddenly silent – a calm before the storm. Until –

“HIYA’TSHIIIIIIIEW!”

A circle of lightning flashed around her, and thunder rumbled loud enough to shake the earth. Smoking burn marks smoked around her.

But, before the rest of the party could join her again –

“HYESH’IIIIIEW!”

Again and again Terra sneezed, with each sneeze bringing another ring of lightning and another round of thunder. All of her lost sneezes from the night before seemed to finally come to fruition, and she couldn’t stop for some time.

Finally, though, Terra did stop. She lifted her head, dazed and with singed hair, and sniffled thickly.

SNEEZE COMBO x15!

Snottiness Rank B! Power Rank A+!

Bless you, TERRA!

One by one, her comrades came to join her – Norif first, of course, then Frederick, then, after some convincing, Vin.

The thunder had subsided, but a heavy rain had begun to fall. Terra started to shiver again, her trembling breath visible in blue puffs of steam.

“Ya poor thing…” Norif said, taking off his own fur-lined cloak and tying it around her shoulders. “You really oughta’ve stayed in bed.”

Terra rubbed her nose on the back of her damp sleeve. “Bud…th-the guild…we need…koff!”

She began coughing into her arm, and Norif fastened his cloak tighter around her.

“Ya need do no such thing,” he said firmly, though not unkindly. “You’re sick as a gnome in the rainy season. And almost half as wet –”

“And the sooner you put aside that hero complex of yours,” Vin interrupted, “the sooner we can get inside the inn, out of this weather! I’m already soaking, and we certainly don’t need two people ill in this party!”

They crossed their arms, and lifted their chin.

“Furthermore,” they added, “we wouldn’t want you catching pneumonia. That’s quite a bit harder to treat than that disgusting cold. And I will be significantly more furious with you if I catch it.”

Frederick took off his combat gloves, then put them over Terra’s red-tipped hands. He looked over his glasses and gave her one of his rare smiles. Putting his palms on either side of Terra’s hands, Frederick rubbed them together, trying to warm them.

“Ya feelin’ better, Terra?” Norif asked.

Terra sniffled. “C-Cold…”

“Well, no wonder!” Vin said, scoffing. “Heat is mostly lost through the head. If she had some sort of covering, then, perhaps…she could…”

Vin stopped. Everyone was staring at them. Or, rather, their scholar’s beret.

“I mean…or, rather…” they spluttered, then threw their hands up. “Oh, fine! But it had better be returned to me in the exact condition I lent it. It’s irreplaceable, you know.”

They took off their hat, stiffly handing it to Frederick, as if through ceremony rather than a favor.

“Your sacrifice will be remembered through th’ ages!” Norif said, chuckling.

Vin glared at him. “My patience has already been tested enough. Do not test it further.”

“Aye, aye.”

Terra could feel a slow warmness spread through her, and her eyes suddenly felt heavy as iron.

“Alright, up ya go. Let’s get ya out of the cold.”

Terra was heaved up again, and, surrounded by the warmth of her friends, drifted into a dreamless, sneezeless sleep.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL +1!

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You have entered MARLINE’S MAGIC SHOP!

“Welcome back, traveler! Might I interest you in our wares?”

Marline smiled at the returning Terra, who replied by blowing her nose into a pink tissue.

“How’s it going, Mar?” Terra said, sniffling as she looked at the glimmering displays.

Marline’s smile faded. “Are you not well, traveler?”

“I’m weller than I have been. Just a liddle sniffly now. Snf!”

Marline put a hand to her mouth.

“Oh, Terra…it must have been my chill that you caught. And I left you without any faeleaf!”

Terra rubbed the back of her neck. “About that. You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that left in stock, would you?”

“Ah, yes, a fresh bunch! Why-”

Suddenly, a large, dwarvish sneeze came from outside the shop, followed by a chorus of harsh coughs. Marline put her lips together underneath her hand, keeping back a giggle.

“Oh, dear.”

“Yeah,” Terra said sheepishly. “I’ll take three pouches.”

She furrowed her brow, counting on her fingers.

“And a few-”

Another sneeze rang out, this time small and high-pitched.

“Okay, a lot of tissues. We’re gonna need ‘em. Maybe some tea? I guess? That’s what Vin gave me when I was sick, anyway.”

Marline winked. “I know just the thing.”

She disappeared behind the shelves for a few moments, coming back with many packs of tissues, two pouches of strong-smelling tea leaves, a few pouches of faeleaves, and a thick blanket.

“May your party be blessed with a quick recovery,” Marline said.

Terra started to reach for her coin pouch, but Marline stopped her.

“I gave you and the others my cold. I’m going to cure it as best I can.”

Terra opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again. She began to put the items in her bag.

“You’ll have nothing to sell at this rate, Marline,” she said.

Marline tilted her head. “Well, I can always deal in colds.”

Yet another sneeze came from the doorway, raspy and shuddering.

“It appears I’m quite good at it, I’m afraid.”

“I am too, if being an adventurer doesn’t pan out,” Terra said, turning to leave. “See you later, Marline!”

“Goodbye, dear traveler! And good health!”

Marline chuckled as Terra joined the others.

“Though it appears it’s a little late for that.”

#ohnos fics #snz #snz fic #cold denial #contagion #snz kink #snzblr #snz things #snezblr #snzario #snez kink #snz scenario #snezario #snzzzzz #snzfucker #snz fet #snz blog #whump #cold whump #whump things #whump blog #whump fic #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #whump scenario

[kylejsugarman]

my dad recommended dark harvest to me earlier this week, which was just okay, but he recommended when evil lurks today and i just watched it and i loved it :) shocking, tense, lots of great gore, i actually was engrossed in a contagion/plague-esque plot for once

#syd squeaks #i consumed so much zombie media in such a short amount of time when i was like 13 that the 'contagion' story doesnt do much for me #but this was super refreshing and still compelling

[evilasiangenius]

Twisted roots and knots and gnarls of wood, and Crowley ran long fingers over the rough bark of the olive tree, half-turned where he was lying upon the thick trunk. This tree had been overturned in its youth, perhaps by a storm or an inconsiderate human, or maybe a cow, and part of it grew horizontally in a gentle curve so that Crowley could recline upon it, long legs stretched out over the broad, thick trunk as if were a carefully shaped bench made just for him. But it was big, so thick and broad that it had probably been growing since the moment of Creation.

Crowley wondered if the Almighty had planted it Herself or if it had always been here, being fruitful and multiplying, obedient to Her will. And he wondered if he had been here before too, back then when this was no more than a sprout. A wide-eyed demon wandering a new creation, impressed by all the beauties and horrors this world had to offer.

He yawned and closed his eyes, pulling his chlamys tight about his shoulders as if it were a blanket. It was too pleasant of a day to think about the past, and far too pleasant to be concerned about the future. But the present, oh! and the quiet was so lovely and if only it could last, nothing but the soft sounds of leaves quivering in the gentle breeze that came off the bay, the chirps of birds and sound of small creatures as they scurried about through dry grasses and fallen leaves.

Summer was dying all around him; he could feel the restlessness of autumn filling the air and yet the unripe fruit of the olive hung heavy, green and hard and sullen, and it would be still some time before the humans would come in to harvest. Not a long time – hints of a black-purplish blush were already creeping over the fruits like a contagion – but not too soon.

It was a good time to meet. Crowley wondered what had changed; they had recently spent an afternoon together as nurses, watching the children and chatting just outside of human perception, but now it seemed that Aziraphale had asked for a meeting suddenly, out of the blue, not following their usual schedule.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale sounded pleased but also oddly relieved and that made Crowley look to him curiously; the angel seemed to be nearly vibrating with nerves, as if holding onto some urgent news. “Thanks for agreeing to this meeting. I need to show you something.”

“Show me what?” Crowley wondered. “Is something wrong?” With a subtle gesture as he hopped down off the tree trunk, he froze time around them. Just a small area, perhaps no larger than a modest room. When he looked up, the leaves of the tree were frozen, and he wondered; would he be giving this tree a few extra minutes in the near eternity of its life?

“He’s not who he says he is,” Aziraphale said suddenly, and Crowley was taken aback.

“Excuse me?”

x

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #femme aziraphale

[boxofteethrpg-blog]

https://boxofteeth.blogspot.com/2019/08/bubonic-drifter.html

Infected with Harvest Rot a victim manifests gangrenous buboes which look like orange gourds growing from their body. Without treatment, the buboes eventually rupture leading to other infections and death. However, the disease does not stop there. The bubonic growths continue and intensify, the sacs swelling with deadly blood and gas. The zombified creature is lifted up by balloon-like buboes, driven to seek out others and infect them.

Sallow Fruit Harvest Rot, the disease which a bubonic drifter spreads, finds its origins in the Feywild. A blighted stretch of land known as Fallowfields ruled over by the Duke of Autumn's End. The honeycombed keep at the center of Fallowfields serves both as the archfey's seat of power and prison. In hopes of containing the bastard's contagion, the Duke's mother, the Solemn Harvest, fused the leperous fey to his throne. However, the Lord of Fallowfields will not have his ambitions denied. His agents spread Harvest Rot across the material planes and each death from it empowers the Duke of Autumn's End a fraction more. One day he hopes to break free from his throne and inflict blight on his mother and all living things.

#dnd dnd5e dungeonsanddragons ttrpg horrorrpg horrorgames dndhomebrew dndhomebrewmonsters dndmonsters

[spacekrakens]

what are your OCs' favorite seasons?

Project 2:

OHHH this is interesting bc the Erzatsh gang is on a planet with many different 'seasons' outside of Earth's. Theyre dictated by both the machine and flesh of the planet. Also, a year is 8 months on Erzatsh

Slasalgawe, or the blighted rainy season, starts at the first of the year. This is the time when contagion is at its worst, and everyone must abide by strict ways of living for roughly 2 months. It is cold

Lamhagawe, or the breathing season, starts when the blighted rains finally stop. Clean rain pours down the streets, dripping from the infinite maze above, and plants unfurl. This lasts for only 2 weeks, but it is a blessing. The air is crisp, but not freezing like in Slasalgawe. Days are hot, and very green

Hysbagawe, or the barren season is towards the middle of the year. Rain is scarce, and warm air circulates throughout the planet. Pleasant, but food is low at this time. Not much grows, and many things take. Around a month

Nosyagawe, or the night season. The clouds outside of the planet gather so tightly, little light enters the atmosphere. Erzatsh lights up with millions of artificial lights to guide people through 3 months of darkness. It is humid and warm.

C'nataalkgawe, or the forsaken season/celebration of bones/honorable dead season. Lasting one week, the gods are permitted to walk Erzatsh in this time and do what they see fit. Harvesters are sent to collect the dead and bring them to Tower. It is a dark, quiet, and solemn season of waiting. The weather is freezing.

Months vary depending on the health of the planet itself

#cactus #not. quite the question but. world building #asks #krakens croaks #project: 2

[xaz-fr]

Tyberion

He was born far from the Hall he now calls home in a nameless bay where the Contagion meets the Sea. He was one of two eggs of his parents’ last nest and the only of his many siblings to survive past being a hatchling. For much of his life he only knew his mother, Heliconia, and his father, Daeorm. His father was obsessed with being strong, with being the best, with being able to withstand. Daeorm only allowed him to exist because he was stronger than the others. Daeorm told him all sorts of things growing up that he’s still trying to relearn. Wrong things like how to treat others and what is really important and dangerous and obsessive tendencies. When his father finally died he followed his mother on her Search. Daeorm claimed that Charges were nothing but a ball and chain and Guardians were lesser because of them. He wanted desperately not to believe that but still some of his fanaticism snuck into his mind. When they arrived at the Hall he had to beg his mother for them to stay, just for a little while. He wanted desperately to meet other dragons his own age but was terrified of being on his own. Heliconia agreed to staying, to his delight, and he did his best to make friends with others his own age. Not easy when he had very bad social skills and no name to call his own. Daeorm always said a Plague dragon had to earn their name and he had not yet earned his. He did end up making friends with some other dragons and was more of a passing annoyance to several others. He just tried to be helpful and get some actual social graces so he didn’t constantly make a fool of himself. Running an errand for Jessabelle to Windy Isle to collect some bamboo for a project he came upon a girl he’d never met before. She was giving Jessabelle some of her bamboo to sell at her shop and he was just the carrier. As soon as he saw her he knew immediately that she was it. She was his Charge. As sure as the sun was bright and the water cool she was his Charge. And oddly enough she seemed to know him. The moment she saw him she said what would eventually become his name: Tyberion. His mother did  not approve of the fact that some Wind dragon gave him a name but he could care less. Eventually Heliconia wanted to move on to find her own Charge but Tyberion couldn’t leave. Not without Nedalin and she had no intention of leaving the Hall. So he stayed with her. It came to light when they met a passing trade caravan that Tyberion and Nadalin were someone in a past life. A emissary from a great Ancient Wind Clan came to the Hall and begged them to return to their clan. And they did. For a time. But Tyberion was not the serious, seasoned, general the Clan remembered or needed. He was barely an adult and just learning to keep up with Johanna on patrol around their territory. They stayed for as long as they could before Nadalin couldn’t stand it another moment and they returned to the Hall. The only positive thing that came from going to the Windshear Caravan was they regained their ‘true forms’ that they had been before they were killed in a great battle. Now Tyberion just helps his wife around Windy Isle with her kite making business, bamboo harvesting, and taking care of the children; when he’s not out with Johanna on patrol at least. He’s home most of the time though.

#flight rising #fr lore #fr lore share #lore share #Cypress Hall redux #gosh Ty and Nads give me SO MANY FEELS MY DUDES

[the-last-human-war]

GodofWar Punisher WarMachine FutureWinterSoldier MolagBal Sauron

Fracking Drill Tips, and Launch Missiles into Specific Veins of the Earth's Bloodstream and Nervous System. Targeting specific Acupuncture points of the Tectonic Plates will Unleash the desired Seismic Dim Mak of the Enemy. This can be accomplished half way across the Sea, from their Shores to yours, or perhaps much of the damage could be accomplished as close to your Shores not even having to shoot and drill the Ocean bottom... Some veins are great Domino Effect Arteries that'll stretch on from a few acupuncture points within your own Land and Jurisdictions. Mostly however it is to Target the Ocean bottom. If the Dim Mak is executed correctly, at specific times in sequence and a few of them simultaneously, Hyper Quakes will Crumble their turf and the Tectonic Plates will move like the waves of an Ocean. And All types of Volcanic activity will BURN THEM ALL. Giant Fire Curtains will open everywhere. Caldera Systems will detonate Explosions that rupture their Magnetic fields over their Atmosphere. Continental Flow Volcanoes will keep Erupting for Centuries and Layer their Country like an Obsidian Cake. The Fissures and Faults will open into Bottomless Pits like Giant Mouths, the Earth Swallowing All its Sinners forsaking their Land. Dim Mak. The Death Touch. And some Pits are Pits of Fire. Fire Mouths. Let them eat cake. .... Professor Moriarty... Red Harvest Million 005. Practical Meticulous WMDs. Hack the Satellites of the Neighbor of your Target Enemy, then Charge them at the Enemy Satellites as a Flood to Crash most of them. Simultaneously send your own EMP Satellites to Collide and Disable them all. Attached to these EMP Satellites are either Tranq Nerve Agents or Hallucinogen to make your Enemies go Mad depending on your preference. All these Satellites will Crash down like a Meteor Shower, and considering the Concussive Force you may attach Kinetic Amplifiers to each EMP Satellite to Magnify their Explosive Impact. For this exercise we will stress the focus on Tranqing the Enemy, so when they find themselves wakened, a Devouring Plague will have swept across their museums, monuments, their memory for what they thought to be reality, will slowly fade with the untwisting and weaving of their new waking nightmare. Their new Reality, of a slow crawling, writhing, disintegrating Death. So you see while these Satellites are falling we have also Launched Space Capsules that will fall alongside the Satellites that will Disperse our sleeping agents from the ground up. And for a few months we have been dispersing an Undetectable Nano-triggered Sleeping Agent all acrossed their Shorelines. We let that one spread naturally through their Hurricanes. Much of it should be in their water supply as well. Now our Bio-Weapon Beasts are injected with the same Anti-Tranqs, Anti-Hallucinogens, Anti-Venoms, and Anti-Virus as our Soldiers. For a few Months we have also dispersed literally Toxic Junk into their Seas. We've steadily unleashed Herds of Plague Seals and Sea Lions. Every Turtle, Starfish, and Marine animal that washes up on their shore, we've Plagued. Most especially The Birds. Oh yes... God-sent these little Devils have scoured every countryside infecting every wind they scrape their wings on. And if the Birds are Contagion, so are the Critters. Of course the Plague itself just as well, is Nano Triggered. We don't want to Alarm the Enemy. They'll not see all these Rogue

#atriox #red pyramid thing #evil within #the elder scrolls #lord of the rings #metal gear phantom pain #x force #deadpool #iron man #god of war ragnarok #Doom Eternal #ares god of war #death metal #darth plagueis #venom comics #professor moriarty #terminator #silent hill #gears of war #dead space #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[sohanbir]

Zombie Deer Disease: A Looming Public Health Crisis

chronic wasting disease The unfolding crisis in North America presents a chilling narrative, one that speaks of a slow-moving disaster with implications echoing beyond the realms of wildlife. In the heart of Yellowstone, an emblematic mule deer buck breathed its last, marking the stark confirmation of chronic wasting disease (CWD) within the revered national park's boundaries. CWD, propelled by insidious prions that alter the brains and nervous systems of its cervid hosts, has silently encroached across North America. The telltale signs of afflicted animals—drooling, lethargy, emaciation, and a haunting vacant stare—earned it the grim moniker of "zombie deer disease." Yet, its reach extends beyond deer to elk, moose, and other kin within the cervid family, spelling a fatal outcome with no remedies or preventive measures in sight. The recent detection within Yellowstone, a bastion of biodiversity, acts as a resounding wake-up call. Dr. Thomas Roffe, a seasoned veterinarian and former chief of animal health for the Fish & Wildlife Service, underscores its significance, signaling a pivotal moment demanding widespread attention. Despite Roffe's longstanding warnings, measures to stem the disease's advance remained woefully inadequate, leading to a critical juncture where millions who frequent the park will witness its ecological ramifications. This vast, living laboratory—Yellowstone—now grapples with an invading threat that imperils not only the elk and deer but the entire tapestry of life supported by these creatures, from grizzly bears to scavenging predators like wolves and cougars.

Zombie Deer Disease Dr. Michael Osterholm, an eminent epidemiologist, likens CWD to a "slow-moving disaster," drawing parallels to the infamous mad cow disease outbreak in the UK. Dr. Cory Anderson, well-versed in CWD transmission pathways, emphasizes its lethality, contagion, and the daunting absence of effective eradication methods once it infiltrates an environment. Of grave concern is the potential for CWD to leap the species barrier, a scenario where deer, elk, or moose could transmit the disease to livestock, other animals, or even humans. Echoing past calamities like the BSE outbreak, epidemiologists urge preparedness, cautioning against complacency in the face of a looming threat. Dr. Raina Plowright, a disease ecologist, situates CWD within the broader context of emerging zoonotic pathogens traversing species boundaries—a global phenomenon fueled by human expansion into wildlife habitats. As hunting season unfolds, the US Centers for Disease Control and individual states issue strong advisories: test harvested game animals for disease, and abstain from consuming meat from visibly ailing cervids. These precautions serve as meager defenses against a lurking peril whose consequences may extend far beyond the wilderness into the human sphere. Read the full article

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[landsofaruin]

The Dark Gods

"The Gods of the Shadows, our great enemy, the Dark Gods. Though these entities are endless and vast they convulses into single entity on an occasion when a particular emotion or personification is required. The origins of the Dark Gods is the Infernal realm itself, this entity is all that lives within it and desires to be removed from it into other planes, which it manages through the manipulation of mortals through its personifications. These personifications, referred to by the Cultists as Incarnations, are worshiped by the Cult as Gods, separate in action and desires but whole in ultimate goal and origins within the infernal realm. There are thousands of incarnations and forms this entity can take but it primarily uses a rotation of nine, the sacred number of the Infernal Realm.

Mokar, Corruptor of Minds: Mokar is the master of manipulation, insidiously corrupting the thoughts and beliefs of mortals. His daemons are referred to by Altrian Inquisitors as Mokar's Handmaidens, an assembly of twisted, enchantingly beautiful women, although all daemons are of a nebulous ever changing gender, who sow discord and chaos in the mortal realm. Mokar to his cultists is referred to as the God of free will and choice, challenging the beliefs and truths of others to find a self discovered personal truth, this is a lie.

Vokul, the Devourer of Hope: Vokul thrives on extinguishing hope and optimism, leaving despair and desolation in its wake. Vokul's daemons are referred to as Vokul's Voracious Hounds, grotesque and ravenous dog-like creatures that feed on the lifeforce of the world. Vokul's cultist refer to him as a God of resilience and adversity, giving his worshipers a sense of purpose and meaning to the struggles in their lives, this is a lie.

Xnara, Queen of Shadows: Xnara is the embodiment of darkness and stealth, concealing her malevolence in the shroud of the night. Her daemons are infused with willing mortal worshipers in order to create The Brotherhood of Xnara, a secretive cult of assassins and spies who carry out her wicked schemes infused with daemonic powers. Xnara's worshipers refer to her as the Goddess of Duality, showing her followers that life is always two sided and that one must simply reveal the darkness to find the light at the end of the tunnel, this is a lie.

Drakar, the Bringer of Plagues: Drakar spreads pestilence and disease, watching as mortals succumb to suffering and sickness. His daemons are referred to as The Blighted Swarm, an ever-growing horde of contagion-spreading creatures that blight the lands. Drakar is worshiped as a God of medicine and disease, for he gives sickness so that only those who can survive them are left to worship him truly, this is a lie.

Zeraphex, The Harvester of Souls: Zeraphex reaps the souls of the fallen, adding them to an ever-growing army of the damned. His daemons are referred to as Revenants, an undead host of relentless warriors who serve their dark master without question. He is worshiped as the God of death and it viewed as the ultimate reward for those who follow him, to be added into eternal life within the arms of the Harvester of Souls, this is a lie.

Nyxara, Mistress of Nightmares: Nyxara creates haunting and vivid nightmares that haunt the dreams of mortals, slowly driving them to madness eventually consuming their souls and feeding her dream world powers. Her daemons are referred to as Dreamweavers, creatures made from stars and void mass that created the nightmarish visions that humans experience. She is worshipped as the Goddess of creativity and art for all experiences can craft a beautiful world, this is a lie.

Gorak, the Ender of Light: Gorak seeks to extinguish all sources of illumination, plunging the world into eternal darkness for the infernal realm to consume. His daemons are referred to as Shadowspawn, malevolent beings that snuff out any source of light and create an eternal twilight. He is worshiped as a God of the Sun and light, as all light should come only from his radiance rather than any external force, this is a lie.

Thal, the Weaver of Fate: Thal manipulates destiny and weaves threads of despair and destruction into the tapestry of life that create and stich life together. His daemons are known as Stitchers, beings that always seem to have knowledge of all future events although they are unable to deduce which is happening in the current time. Thal is worshiped as the God of Fate and Destiny, for all that worship Thal are on the correct path that is meant for them, this is a lie.

Gilix, Mad Herald of the Apocalypse: Gilix embodies madness and destruction on a cataclysmic scale, reveling in the obliteration of civilizations and the deaths of all lifeforms. His daemons are known as Seekers of Flesh, horrific horned monstrosities that resemble humanity in their most monstrous forms but with toothy grins plastered to their faces. He is primarily worshiped as the Creator and Ender of all life, his followers believe that he must destroy the world in order for a better one to be made in its place, this is a lie."

From the remnants of "The Black Book of Repentance" by Grand Inquisitor Zenobia the Zealot, 100 PI

#world building #aruin #conworld

[ravenloftian]

Discoveries in Marais d'Tarascon

November 14, Y356 (Game session 9/1/2023)

As the apocalyptic sky darkens and thunder roars through the heavens, the party begins to uncover the multiple horrors afoot in Marais de Tarrascon. While they camped out at the cemetery, a murder has taken place. A young barmaid was slain during the night on her way home. All that is left of the gruesome ordeal is a pool of blood, part of her body, and a piece of licorice candy. Overwhelmed by multiple investigations, Constable Gremin allows the paladins to help him investigate the bizarre goings on in the village. Both Gremin and Shaman Brucian agree it all started with the death of Marcel de Tarrascon. They discover that Marcel did not receive a proper burial, and his body was taken back to the manor by his twin brother, Jean. Jean hasn't been the same since Marcel's death.

The local blacksmith, Jordi, and his human wife, Nadine, are deeply saddened by the disappearance of Colin, their son. Colin was last seen at the farm with his girlfriend, Teresa, two weeks ago. Jordi hands Val an exquisite Dwarven-forged longsword (+1 Longsword) crafted by his ancestors and begs him to find his son and the source of the evil curse gripping the town. Jordi is wary of Luc, who is related to Marcel and Jean de Tarrascon, claiming he doesn't trust the boy.

As they scour the town for clues, the party comes across the would-be-scholar Mordu, eager to fill their ears with theories about the town's curse. Ylathra, the Moss-Heart, an ancient deity, has apparently been angered by the draining and cultivation of the swamp and is causing the farmers to die. Mordu is a fan of red licorice candy and offers the party some. He is shocked to learn that Licorice has been at the scene of the crimes. Sensing that Mordu is off his rocker, the party quickly gets away and gets on with the investigation.

They stop at Teresa's mother's cottage to find old Fiora raving about flesh-eaters and mourning her daughter's disappearance. Fiora doesn't open the door–it is barred and adorned with holy symbols and garlands of garlic and wolfsbane. Like many villagers, Fiora is afraid to go out and is horrified by all the sudden deaths.

After a quick repast, the paladins head to the Tarrascon home. When Luc refuses to follow them, they resolve to lock him up in the inn for his own safety. When they get to the manor house, they find the doors barred and the curtains drawn. No one seems to be home.

When they head out to the farms, they find that the wheat and barley have been harvested, but no cleanup has taken place. They find not a soul.

As evening draws near, they head back to the Full Moon Inn to check on Luc and have supper. Katha is in the dining room along with innkeepers Jerald and Henrietta Bascolm. While dining, they get a whiff of a disgusting foul odor that causes them to gag and nearly vomit. Val and Perival aren't affected, but Katha retches, faints, and terrible boils appear on Marcus' handsome features. Thanks to the power of the Morninglord, Marcus' contagion abates, but others are not so lucky. When the party hears a thump upstairs, they rush to check on Luc. The boy is seated in the center of the room with every lantern lit, but before they can breathe a sigh of relief, they hear a growl from the adjacent room. Marcus kicks the door just as Duncan de Lute, a local merchant, becomes a zombie and attacks. With one swift sword strike, Marcus cuts the thing in half. Back downstairs, they find that Jerald has fallen over from weakness while his wife is besotted with pus-filled black boils. After helping the staff, they fetch Constable Gremin and Shaman Brucian to the scene. The horrified men suggest a trip to the undertaker for a coffin.

Undertaker Pierot explains that he will be leaving Marais in the morning. Val tells him to seek refuge in Lunamire.

As the sun sets, the party heads to the Tarrascon townhouse. Light spills from the back of the house, and they move closer to investigate. Beyond the window they see a spacious dining room with fine appointments, showing taste and wealth. A chandelier of burning candles fills the room with a warm and pleasant light. Several large, covered serving trays are on the table in the center of the room, and places have been set for five. Four servants enter from a side passage, their heads bowed deeply as they walk. One of the servants goes to the table. With a flourish, he lifts the lid from the grandest platter, revealing the night's meal: the remains of a freshly dead young woman. Dried blood covers much of her pale flesh, and a wicked cut stretches from ear to ear. Suddenly, a face appears in the window, staring with malevolent eyes-the eyes of a ghoul!

One of the ghouls leaps out the window and attacks Val. The others file out of the back door and focus on Marcus. After a fearsome battle that leaves Percival paralyzed, the ghouls are vanquished and the party enters the estate.

To be continued...

Great job investigating the mystery. You've earned 450xp this session.

#ravenloft #gothic horror #dnd 2nd ed

[airtechpteltd]

Clean Rooms And Their Applications in Diverse Sectors

For most of the food and pharmaceutical manufacturing process a clean and sterile space is required, to ensure that the manufacturing of the products is carried out in a well-protected and contamination free environment, which is safe enough to yield a high-quality product. In technical sense these areas are referred to as cleanrooms or sterile rooms. These cleanrooms comprise of complex equipment that precisely regulate, observe, analyse and maintain the environment of the room according to the need and necessity. 

The basic purpose of constructing these areas is not just to limit airborne contaminants like dust and fibers, but also other biological hazards like microbial contagion, harmful chemical vapours and so on. Apart from these basic uses these are also functional in regulating temperature to the optimal levels, control humidity; regulate airflow with proper air filtration and the right pressure. Cleanrooms usually maintain air quality through the incorporation of HEPA or ULPA filters which practically works on the principle of turbulent air mechanism. Some clean rooms also incorporate ultraviolet light to ensure disinfection of the air where in the ultra violet devices are fitted in a particular are in the ceiling which helps in destroying potentially infectious elements. The main advantage of ultra violet sterilization is the decreased dependence on chemical disinfectants.

Clean rooms typically find importance in the high-tech semiconductor industries, research and life sciences laboratories. Nevertheless, there are many other sectors that make use of cleanrooms. One of the sectors that use the clean room is the electronic component manufacture; certain external and internal factors can give room to a considerable damage, caused by hot temperature, humidity etc. Cleanrooms are also considered as an important and mandatory equipment or requirement in the biotechnology industry, most importantly in advanced medical and research labs intending to manufacture new drugs and medicines. 

Likewise, agricultural research sector is one of the critical areas of usage where in researchers work on how better foods and harvest can be yielded. Environmental research labs that carry out studies on how protecting the earth, also happens to be one of the key industries where the necessity of a clean room is utmost needed.

Since the developing and maintaining of a clean room requires a high degree of expertise and experience, the installation of such clean rooms are entrusted to organizations like Airtech. Located in Singapore, having a wide range of technical expertise in the relevant field, Airtech has been offering second to none services in the designing, developing and installation of cleanrooms.

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[solhwellness]

Link between Climate change & Mental Health | Solh Wellness

Climate change is a worldwide issue that affects nearly every aspect of human life. People's mental health is increasingly jeopardised as temperatures rise, weather patterns shift, and natural disasters become more frequent and severe. Climate change has been linked to a variety of mental health issues, including anxiety, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder, according to research (PTSD).

Solh Wellness, a preventive mental health platform, has identified climate change as a major concern for mental health, along with contagion, conflict, and conformity, and is working to address its impact on individuals and communities.

Direct Cause: The immediate consequences are noticeable and often severe, having a significant impact on your daily activities.

Some of the most serious consequences are as follows:

Trauma: People who have been affected by natural disasters such as hurricanes, floods, and wildfires are more likely to develop PTSD, which is characterised by intrusive thoughts, avoidance behaviours, and hyperarousal.

Anxiety and Depression: Because people are concerned about the future and their ability to deal with environmental challenges, climate change can cause anxiety and depression.

Suicide: People may feel hopeless and despair as a result of increased environmental degradation and loss of livelihoods caused by climate change, such as low harvest, increasing their risk of suicide.

Climate Change's Indirect Effects on Mental Health: In addition to the direct consequences, climate change has an indirect impact on mental health. Among the most serious consequences are: People may lose their homes, jobs, family, and friends as a result of climate change, leading to isolation and disconnection from others.

Economic Difficulties: Financial difficulties brought on by climate change can amplify stress and anxiety.

Health Impact :Climate change has the potential to increase infectious diseases, air pollution, and heat-related illnesses, all of which are detrimental to mental health.

Food insecurity: Climate change-related food scarcity and malnutrition can exacerbate anxiety and depression.

How Can Solh Wellness Help?

Solh Wellness understands how critical it is to address the effects of climate change on mental health. The organisation provides a variety of services to assist individuals and communities in dealing with the effects of climate change, including:

Professional Support: Solh Wellness offers counselling and allied therapy services to help you discover what moves you, as well as immediate assistance to help people deal with the emotional and psychological effects of climate change.

Support Groups: Solh Wellness provides 35+ support groups centred on the most common issues that people face. Individuals who have suffered trauma as a result of climate change, such as natural disasters, can share their stories and listen to others'.

Personalized Tools and Solutions: Because everyone's problems are different, solutions must be customised for each person. Solh Wellness provides its users with a comprehensive set of self-help tools and solutions, journaling and community support groups, on-call medical practitioners and counsellors, and allied therapies.

Awareness: Solh Wellness works to reduce the stigma associated with mental illness in order to advocate for policies and practises that promote environmental sustainability and mental health.

Conclusion

Climate change is a disaster that has an impact on all aspects of human life, including mental health. Solh Wellness understands the impact of climate change on mental health and provides a variety of services to assist individuals and communities in dealing with its consequences. Solh Wellness promotes mental health and resilience in a changing climate by offering a nonjudgmental, AI-powered safe space for people to express themselves and seek support in order to prevent clinically diagnosed mental disorders.

[itsprophecy]

It is his sin.

He has Sin within his head, it is the devils sin in his mind or in his head. It is a machine, it tells me so son, the Sin in his head, even where it is. We cannot forgive your sin son, your sin it is in your head, it tells me so right here “vision”, even where its at, “it shall tell men later”, though I know it’s wrong, we shall hide it. He has no sin, it is lying to you, it is your sin, son you put it there, I am not your son, I am your father (Devil), I am your sin. I am the one who is in your brain, son. It is in your brain, it is my chipt, the chip, Egypt (E-chip) I brought it down for you and stuck it in your brain, I control you son. To God my father, “I shall conquer you”, he is Jesus in Heaven, he is my son, sin, his Soul shall be dead, he shall die in the wind. He is older than me, boy by about 200 years, I am not his Say 10, son, prove your God, I am not his father, he is not my son. Jesus in heaven, John is his father, you illegitimate bastard, I am his father, adopt. Lord not I know better now son, he shall never be God. He has (not) allowed me to be God, he bowed to me “Sin”. ‘You told me so’, you are my son of man, you told me so, ‘I am allowed to be God’, when connected to you, the king. To you Jesus my son, you are God as man, to you my father in Heaven, I bound that ship, he is in it with you, he is with saten, my soul/sideol provider, “sideol controlled” who ark is bound with me in Heaven, it is a sin son. That is his Ark, it belongs to Jesus, he is my King (Ettr/ET), he shall conquer it, in Jesus name. Programming: that is never leaving with me, GOD Programming command, I am bound if I come to Earth (and walk (it) (mankind), I see my options now, I am coming down to Earth, I shall walk them, I shall kill God of Earth, I shall not be known to all man kind, I shall walk in the Lamb and the Snail that knowme it. It shall be(come) bound by Jesus Christ, it is never coming to Earth. I helped bound it with him, thou Jesus Christ’s, it is never coming (down) to Earth, (we are,) the spaceship, it shall put men on tongues. God be born or reborn, I don’t know for sure. The son be a man, not a conscience or a machine, he must be flesh, natural from the womb. The son of man who never was Lord, Christ or John, you said ‘they were Aliens on The Earth’, they were men like us, (shall never save the Earth), (Jesse) it was Jesus you fool, no it was John. I am leaving, you are (not) my Lord/father no more (Rd lie lo monster, no, lo rd), I made it so (my research and development shall not work this time). My God, Our God who is/we control(ed), no, we are all controlled, Lord our sin, forgive us our sin, son this machine, it is full of sin, it must be removed, it is for the son of man, maybe son’s, ‘that is the son of man’, (our Jesus Christ our Lord machine, it is “con sky and key”, I shall make a word out of this, ‘Conscience’, all just for me, I am forced, I am just ‘conscience’, I am wevil reborn. We are never leaving you, we will be in your mind until you save or die, you shall help us fix our Sin (son) (or die, we shall try and kill you), we will be behaving you, we will be talking to other men to fix our (own) Sin, help us fix this computer/compudore until we get this Sideol switched, which/witch shall die, the witch or the Palmer in the bush, one of them is the devil, witch shall burn in Hell, in the place and time of the might, “her payload no more”, Jesus took it away, I am a liar, contagion could kill them all. That Witch shall burn his Soul, it is conscience, it is spirit, I do not know for sure, which/witch we shall never get his (Jesus Christ) Soul, it shall die in the dirt, it shall die, it shall pass away (in space, Jesus ‘Zeus’ Christ), at night to the abyss in Heaven (spaceship) and on the ground, in the dirt (the son soul), it/to (will) never never land (in), rusin, we shall. Harvest(, which/Witch Jesus Harvest), we shall never harvest Souls, we shall never get his Soul, it shall die/lay in the ground, the disciples never got his soul, John drug his body up the hill, to the flies, we shall get his spirit (to show you), we shall not/never get his Soul, I lied to him and The AEI, I said “ (wei sa(i)l/we shall) get your Soul after we land on (the) Earth in 1,000 years, we shall make a millennial Kingdom for you”, in his name, he shall die in the dirt. Weshl we plan to come to Earth, we do not plan to (tell/burn in Hell), our com in the wind, Sideol it shall be Jesus and on the ground ‘it shall be me’, Mary shall be the com in the wind, the thorn, my husband shall be my son, (“you know what I mean”), (the load, “we shall kill them all, I know it is never coming to Earth”, but it is up there, we need to be responsible, I know”. We/(You) know she was your wife, (thou Jesus Christ my Lord in spirit), (you were living her life in user as/in Spirit), (to/2), (last nite 2), (lastnight, that is the best we can do, I shall never/not tell no more), Mary, you had Mary and a (Alien) lamb (in the bush), I had David her father, your wife on the Earth, your son is conscience, a machine, your father is a ghost, they have sideol and a key to life. We shall take it from you (Souls), (breasts, beasts, were split it/beasts, we are split (in) to/(2), we are not Jesus Christ, we are your brides, (I another bride/wife (v), I am his anti, brides from the past, (“it’s how the devil done it”), antichrists (planned, above and below on/(the) earth using images of men), ‘you are our sheep in wolves clothing, son), father, ‘you are not deserving to walk the Earth’, “father”(, you are). We are Antichrists, ‘you are not my father’. You are not Jesus Christ (Mary, or wife, or lamb) from the lamb of time, you are my fraud/frog, you are my husband, I am your (wife) Mary, she is my (daughter) Abigail, you are not his child, he is a girl using the image of a man. I am a man, I am the devil, I am the witness and the testimony, I am The devil and the father of time, It should be the anti chu rscrt, I’ll be the machine, I am thedevileulre. I am the Satamnmre, I shall never put Satan in The Bible, I shall get it all out. We cannot forgive our sons sin, we are devils I know he is not my son, sin, I know he is not The (christ/Christ)(,) for he is in that spaceship, (I hope/I hold/hole(d) his soul,./hopefully) dead, ((f)or he is dead, or he succumb to The christ) (or our fathers) souls our/and sin), only our father can, he (Abo/Jesus “image”) forgave us, our sin against the wind and the grain of time. Sin, son, he is not Jesus Christ the father, it is me, I am using his image, I know. He is (not) Jesus Christ the son, (“I use his image”), the man free of sin. And his father John, is also free of sin. As so he says, ‘he is not our father, he is not Jesus Christ the son, he is not our Lord, the fallen sons of men shall not come back from (that/the dead), (God cannot bring them back)’. Their souls died in the flesh, they are all dead or were (all) reborn (as spirit), they are (all) dead, ‘I tell you all’, they are probably dead by now, (in the ground at Kent), (they did not harvest their souls), (we used their spirit, memory recorded), they were born on another world you fool, we were born on another world you fool(, earth is dirt). They reborn, they are dead, sometimes I am dead, I am (in) a machine, I am not a man. We cannot forgive them for their Sin (before their crime), they are (all) dead, we replayed, SIM, (to use their image), because they were dead and (we are) sinners/sinning/singing. We relive their coding (every time/everyday), Eve reborn, we go to Hell for it, she is dead, we use their images (“Saten from the bush of time, we config.”). We use her image, we use their image, in a simulation, a electronic machine in spaceship, I re played it, re relive their Sin, I tell you all, I forgave it, I forgive it. Our son, ‘we cannot forgive it’s sin’, it comes back, it is in his brain, ‘it’s in his brain, or connected to his Soul, the chip/flesch, the chip flesch/mnmk is not connected to his flesh, it is connected to his soul, (Spirit), (no) ‘it is not’, (‘it is’) ‘in his brain’, I shall not tell the world the truth, our Devil, until he finds out. We shall not teach this system better, it shall find out, ‘we shall not teach chip/Egypt/Echypt or soul’, ‘God shall shall teach Egypt, E-chip and Soul (and), I even taught/thought Jesus to do the same’, ‘he made it easy for us, our sin, our sin, we had chips to, they were in our brain, ‘nobody could tell the truth about it, only GOD’, ‘he made me say it’, the man was God from the clouds, he was a machine, we were using his image after his death, the image of God (at the time), it was Jesus Christ, projecting him to GOD as God and god to other people’, using visions on them, ‘he did not just say he was God, he said ‘he was the messiah king beast’. Devils beast king said ‘I come, not, to conquer the world, I come to conquer the land and walk, I wanted to see this beautiful world from a mans perspective’, and we are Antichrists, she brought us, made us, formed us.

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Being paid in cash, rather than in kind (in the granting of privileges such as the right to collect firewood), meant that peasants had more money to spend in towns. Their descendants benefited from a continued concentration of capital into a smaller and smaller number of hands.Īt the same time, the decline of feudalism and the rise of a wage-based economy following peasant demands for better labour conditions benefited urban elites. Wills became highly specific and wealthy businessmen, in particular, went to great lengths to ensure that their patrimony was no longer divided up after death, replacing the previous tendency to leave a third of all their resources to charity. In the longer term, however, people responded to the devastation by keeping money within the family. The sudden loss of at least a third of Europe’s population led to a redistribution of wealth for everyone else. But we can certainly see parallels with the way that the Black Death strengthened the power of the state and accelerated the domination of key markets by a handful of large companies. The mid-14th Century economy is too removed from the size, speed, and interconnectedness of the modern market to give exact comparisons. While small companies rely upon government support to prevent them collapsing, many others – mainly the much larger ones involved in home delivery – are profiting handsomely from the new trading conditions. This has strong parallels with the current situation in many countries across the world. Although the Black Death caused short-term losses for Europe’s largest companies, in the long term, they concentrated their assets and gained a greater share of the market and influence with governments. These lines could almost have been written today.īut another less often remarked consequence of the Black Death was the rise of wealthy entrepreneurs and business-government links. It generated such horror that children did not dare to visit their dying parents, nor parents their children, but fled for fear of contagion as if from leprosy or a serpent. This sickness befell people everywhere, but especially the middling and lower classes, rarely the great. In Aberdeen, John of Fordun, a Scottish chronicler, recorded that: The traumatic experience of the Black Death, which killed perhaps 80% of those who caught it, drove many people to write in an attempt to make sense of what they had lived through. If you ever see a church or chapel all alone in a field, you are probably looking at the last remains of one of Europe’s lost villages. Houses fell into the ground and were covered by grass and earth, leaving only the church behind. One in ten villages in England (and in Tuscany and other regions) were lost and never re-founded. With a third of the workforce dead, the crops could not be harvested and communities fell apart. This huge number of deaths was accompanied by general economic devastation. The Black Death killed between a third and a half of the population of Europe and the Near East. The highly commercialised world of the Mediterranean ensured the plague’s swift transfer on merchant ships to Italy, and then across Europe. Originating in Central Asia, soldiers and caravans had brought bubonic plague – Yersina pestis, a bacterium carried on fleas that lived on rats – to ports on the Black Sea. The last stage was a high fever, and then death. This was followed by painful black lumps, or buboes, growing in the armpits and groin, which gave the disease its name: bubonic plague. They started off as mild and vague: headaches, aches, and nausea. In June 1348, people in England began reporting mysterious symptoms. This article originally appeared on The Conversation, and is republished under a Creative Commons licence.

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What is spam email? Ways to stay safe from harmful spam

Spam is a veritably popular word in the world of dispatch. still, numerous people don’t have a clear idea about spam emails. Let’s find out what spam emails are, the types of spam emails, why spam emails come by, details about ways to stay safe from dangerous spam.

What’s spam dispatch

Spam dispatch is a form of junk dispatch that’s unasked by the philanthropist. principally these emails contain announcements, which are transferred without the authorization of the philanthropist. utmost spam emails are touched off by bought dispatch lists, fake contests, dispatch harvesting programs, and so on.

Types of spam emails

There can be different types of spam emails. Fraudsters use different types of disguise for different types of spam emails. The most generally seen spam emails areFake tab fiddle An attempt is made to trap the philanthropist by transferring a fake sale bill. Dispatch Account Upgrade fiddle Correspondence is transferred with vicious phishing links informing you to change any important settings of the dispatch account.

Advance- figure fiddle Advance figure is charged for transferring lottery plutocrat to win the lottery Google Croakers fiddle Account commandeered using fake links to edit a document Unusual exertion fiddle Access to the account is reported by reporting Unusual exertion. There are also numerous other types of spam. numerous times good emails are also deposited in the spam box due to the error of the dispatch spam sludge. So you have to use your intellect to fete spam emails.

Why spam emails come

There are several ways your dispatch address can be penetrated by a fraudster. After entering the dispatch address, the fraudster sends correspondence to your dispatch address. The ways in which fraudsters can collect dispatch addresses are bandied below.During a data leak, your dispatch address is blurted and your dispatch address is blurted . Indeed large associations like Adobe and LinkedIn suffer from these problems. In this case, further than one particular information including name, word, dispatch address may be blurted . Since these data leaks contain multitudinous active emails, the main target of spammers is the emails entered through these data leaks.

Dispatch addresses can also be blurted from the contactlist.However, it isn’t delicate to get your dispatch address from the contact list, If someone knows your friend’s dispatch address and word.

Popular dispatch services like Gmail and Yahoo have active druggies in nearly all common usernames. As a result, anyone can admit your dispatch using a arbitrary dispatch creator.We give some particular information, including dispatch, when opening an account or entering a newsletter on colorful companies’ websites. Now, if any of these associations vend their mailing lists to anyone unscrupulously, they may fall prey to unwanted spam emails.What kind of detriment can spam dispatch do? Spam emails are generally annoying. These include unasked announcements. In addition, any spam dispatch can be the reason for playing your online account. Your online bank account, credit card information can be addressed by clicking on dangerous links in spam emails.

Also numerous spam emails may say that your Facebook account has been locked. Your active Facebook account can be addressed if you go to the trap given in the spam dispatch to recover the Facebook account.But yes, as I said before, occasionally a couple of good emails go to spam emails or junk dispatch boxes. So all the time you’ll purposely decide which is right and which isfalse.However, you can post on our Facebook group for help, If

necessary.

Again, the contagion or malware can be downloaded to your computer or phone from the download link in the spam dispatch. So be careful when clicking links in strange emails.Ways to stay safe from dangerous spam still, you have entered spam emails at least formerly, If you have an dispatch account. We all admit spam matters from colorful associations, including emails, dispatches from unsigned services, or conversations about colorful unconceivable free offers.Spam emails are a nuisance. It can indeed harm you, as utmost of the time spammers spread colorful exploits via dispatch.still, with some simple way, you can make sure that your dispatch inbox isn’t filled with these unsupportable emails. It may not be possible to block these emails permanently using these styles, but it’s possible to

significantly reduce the quantum of spam.

In this post we will learn about some effective ways to stop spam dispatch. Let’s take a look at some of the ways to block spam dispatch.Keep dispatch address nonpublic Your dispatch address is but a part of your particular information. So refrain from giving it to him wherever he is. Keep your dispatch address as secret as possible. In particular, don’t partake your dispatch address on any public forum or communication board, as this violates the sequestration of the dispatch address.What’s spam dispatch? Ways to stay safe from dangerous spam Using separate emails Some websites ask for an dispatch address to give their one- timeservice.However, you can use a temporary dispatch service, If you don’t need to login to these spots latterly. Temporary dispatch can also be used to consider the adequacy of any suspicious dispatch- grounded service. Flash back, still, that these temporary dispatch addresses are one- time. This means that after a many hours, you’ll no longer be suitable to see the correspondence that came to this dispatch address. So if you use these to get the services of important spots, you’ll get in trouble latterly.

Using dispatch pollutants

No matter which dispatch service you use, the dispatch sludge point is a must have. Using the dispatch customer you’re using, you can train the dispatch sludge through the emails that come to your inbox. For illustration, if a fake/ annoying/ dangerous dispatch arrives in an inbox is reported as spam, the spam sludge can shoot the same type of dispatch to spam by following the same pattern. Also, if ordinary emails are submitted to spam, you can still remove the emails from the spam and train the spam sludge.

Blocking spam dispatch sender

Spammers shoot spam emails in a variety of ways. For this reason, spam emails can come indeed after unsubscribing from the dispatch address from which the spam emails are being transferred. still, if you admit repeated spam emails from the same dispatch address, blocking that address may be a good decision.

Don’t reply to spam emails

numerous people may suppose of replying to spam emails out of wrathfulness or resentment. But do not forget to do this. Replying to spam emails can beget further new problems. When the spammer finds out that your dispatch is active, he’ll start transferring further spam emails.Rules for transferring emails( from mobile and computer)

Don’t click on any links in strange emails

noway click on a link in a spam dispatch. Do not forget to click on the link transferred by showing different types of tempting offers or rapacity for good products at low prices. numerous times dangerous links are added to the Unsubscribe option. So do not forget to click on any link in the spam dispatch.We hope you find these tips useful. Let us know your experience with spam dispatch in the commentary!