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inkytealeaf · 5 years

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Andromeda, Aries and Cassiopeia for uhh all your wips if that's okay + Virgo \o/

Andromeda - Describe your main characters

Already answered here for Milo’s story!

Ashes to Ashes

Nox: Elf prince who’s able to use magic. One golden eye, the other is silver. He glamours them to appear normal because people would freak out + other spoilery reason~ Has a lot of pressure on his shoulders and will sneak out of the castle at each given moment because who likes to hear 24/7 that he has to act like a future king (meaning: stop being yourself). Cursed more or less. Cinnamon roll who owns a big ass bow.

Caliel: Human who was adopted by an elven couple when he still was a baby. Has to live hidden in his dad’s domain. Anxious, curious of what the world looks like beyond the gardens, naïve, close to his parents, pretty good with a rapier.

Cyrus: Human prince. Caliel’s younger half-brother and future heir to the throne. Jealous, vindictive, manipulative, naïve.

Soris: Seer working for the royal family (Cyrus’, not Nox’s). Close to Cyrus. Always seen with at least one snake around his shoulders. Blindfolded.

The old Gods are dead

Raven: Natural silver hair. One blind eye. Abandoned by his parents when he started to develop his magical abilities. Sheltered by a witch who became his adoptive grandmother. Scared of magic. Hates the Gods with every inch of his soul.

Alen: Non-binary. Native of a seaside village. Affinity with fire. Left their village for a spoilery reason. Well appreciated magician in the capital. Has a thing with the prince.

Niriani: Said prince. Future king. Kind and loving prince always ready to help his people. Wants to become a better king than his father and will do anything to become someone better for his kingdom.

Neo and Volkan: Raven’s adoptive fathers. Neo is a cloth merchant and Volkan a blacksmith. Always keep their home open for children in need, but Raven will be the only one who’ll stay.

Sidriel and Raziel: Twin deities. Offsprings of two primordial deities. White hair and bright orange eyes.

Nei: (watch me copy paste what i have written about these deities) God of Nature and protector of the forest in which they live. Paintings and sculptures depict them as either ayoung and beautiful man playing the lyre, or as a pregnant woman fused with awillow tree. Keeps their true apparence a secret (except for their partner, and the main cast way later in the story). Naturally calm, people worship them for a goodharvest by praying in front of a self-made altar in their home, burning acandle linked to the season. In the forest, Nei helps those who gets lost, butwill rarely show themselves. Nei has one lover: Asrus, God of Death. It is saidthat they can only be together during winter.

Nydes: Worshippedalong the coastlines of Sarika and Kymeros, Nydes is the God of the Sea andNei’s twin. Depicted as an incredibly tall and muscular man with a lower bodyof an octopus, Nydes is usually worshipped through offerings and chants. Thereare a few types of places for those craving Nydes’ protection – usually sailors– but homemade shrines and natural altars are preferred by most. It is atradition for newly married couples to offer the bride’s bouquet to the Sea inexchange for Nydes’ blessing. Nydes has no luck in love, thus he fathered thegoddess Neseria who was born from one of his tears. Like his twin, Nydes wasonce as calm as Nei, but tales say that Nydes became a vindictive god during aspring’s night.

Athys: Goddessof War, she is mostly worshipped alongside her sister by knights before a waror a battle. She is often depicted alongside her sister, both in full armour,riding a black horse. She is a violent and insatiable goddess on thebattlefield. Armies sacrifice her totem animal, a bull, before going to war.Her main temple is in Vaneria, just next to the castle. According to stories, she is the mother of the goddess of terror who accompanies her on eachbattle. Seeing her daughter alone is a bad omen.

Old tales don’t lie

These need to be more developed but here i copy pasted what I have (which isn’t a lot)

Damian: Damian is the first mate on the Fearless, one of the fastest ship in the Queen's Navy. Happy with his way of living that allows him to see the many wonders of the kingdom, Damian isn't aware of the true nature of his latest mission. A mission during which he will lose more than a couple of coins.

Meris: Merman. Violent. Manipulative.

Kylan: Former captain in the Queen's Navy who loved his job and loved working for his queen. Now a pirate. Left for the neighbouring kingdom after he discovered a truth that made his blood turn cold.

Aries - Share a line that you’re proud of!

Milo’s story: “Youknow,” He said as he crouched down before him, arms around his waist. “Youdon’t have to be ashamed if you feel like crying again. We’re alone, and Iwon’t laugh at you because you show some emotions.” Let’s boys cry, it’s healthy to cry.

The old Gods are dead: A smileon his lips, Raven looked at the stars above him and tried to find his. People said his star was the signthat Miesis was watching them, making sure they were all alright, safe andsound. It only took him a short while. A giggle crossed his mouth as he reachedfor the brightest star, fingers spread, the star visible between his middlefinger and ring finger. (not a line but i like this paragraph 👀👀)

No line for Ashes to Ashes and Old tales don’t lie since i’m outlining them from scratch again :)

Cassiopeia - What’s your favorite scene so far?

Milo’s story: Ethan/Milo moment i’m currently writing

The old Gods are dead: Raven’s nigthmare of the forest and Nei.

Ashes to Ashes: Caliel and Nox’s meeting. (I wanted to say another one but it’s a spoiler so you get that still not written scene)

Old tales don’t lie: No idea :’D

Virgo - Describe your favorite tropes.

Friends to lover, found family, the protag is a bad guy, ennemies to lover. Those are the only ones that come to my mind right now

#that was hella long but worth it!!!!#thank you!!!ily!!#long post #asrasabs

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ao3feed-snape · 3 years

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Quand les chemins (de la destinée) divergent TRADUCTION

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R7Utvy

by Harry-Sterek-1968 (HS68)

Parce que, bien entendu, il était ABSURDE de supposer que l'abandon d'un enfant en bas âge, sur le pas d'une porte, au milieu d'une nuit d'hiver, pourrait éventuellement mal tourner... - Pour Belinat - Traduction de "The Paths Diverge" de Natasja (ou Vaneria Potter, sur FFN), qui m'a donné son autorisation enthousiaste !

Words: 1400, Chapters: 1/16, Language: Français

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Harry Potter, Original Female Human Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Colin Creevey, Neville Longbottom, Dennis Creevey, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Parents Creevey, Augusta Longbottom, Parents Granger, Dean Thomas's Mother, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Amelia Bones, Susan Bones

Relationships: Original Female Human Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Susan Bones/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Quand une Moldue prend sérieusement les choses en mains !!!, Harry Potter adopté, Adopted Harry Potter, Harry Potter adopté par des non-Sorciers, Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Harry a une bonne enfance, Harry gets a decent childhood, Apport de bon-sens, Infusion of common sense, Le Monde Sorcier est Fou, The Wizarding World in Insane, Fierté des Nés-Moldus, Muggle-born Pride, Relations Moldus/Sorciers, Muggle/Wizard Relations, famille - Freeform, Family, Humour, Humor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R7Utvy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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maaariocreations · 5 years

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Toinen radio- ja tv-tuotannon opiskelijoiden kanssa yhteistyössä tehty lyhytelokuva, jossa ohjaanana toimi Markku Pölönen. Tähän tein luokkalaiseni kanssa lähinnä rekvisiittaa koska koulun tv-studio soveltui sellaisenaan tapahtumapaikaksi. Minä tein summerinapin ja “action-miehen” kypärän. Teimme myös sadetta ikkunaan rei’itetyllä puutarhaletkulla.

Action-miehen kypärä on jääkiekkokypärä johon kiinnitin ison suurennuslasin. Hahmo oli outo koheltaja, jonka kypärälle ei oikein ollut muuta syytä kuin erikoisuuden tavoittelu. Ohjaaja olisi halunnut vielä isomman lasisen suurennuslasin jonkinlaiseen kypärään, mutta emme keksineet miten sen olisi saanut kiinnitettyä järkevästi. Lasi myös painoi todella paljon joten kypärä olisi keikannu todella helposti. Löysin pöytään kiinnitettävn suurennuslasin jota pystyi liikuttelemaan joka suuntaan. Tämä kelpasi ohjaajallekkin.

Minun tehtävä oli myös summerinapin kehittely. Esikuvana oli esimerkiksi Talent-showssa käytetyt punaiset summerinapit. Ajatuksena oli että siihen syttyy valo kun sitä painaa. Ensiksi kokeilin painettavaa led-valoa ja napsua, mutta se oli ohjaajan mielestä liian pieni. Ohjaaja sanoi myös että he voivat laittaa itse valon kuvun sisään ja hallita sitä kauempaa, joten minun ei siitä tarvinnut huolehtia. Löysin sitten isomman läpinäkyvän muovipallon ja halkaisin sen. Maalasin kuvun punaiseksi värjätyllä revultexilla, koska tavallinen maali ei olisi kestänyt halkeilematta jos kupua paineltaisiin. Summerinapin pohja on maalattua vaneria, josta pyöristin reunat. Jyrsin pienen syvennyksen kuvulle, jotta reunat näyttäisivät tasaisemmilta. Summerin ääni tehtiin jälkikäteen.

Lyhyelokuva on nähtävillä koulun Youtube-kanavalla

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ln3YDTGzXUQ

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kaar-ne · 7 years

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Suomi mainittu Myytinmurtajissa!

Jamie käyttää FinPly-vaneria tehdäkseen kolme laatikkoa, jotka kytketään imuriin, jotta auto saadaan ilmaan.

TORILLE!

#Kuukkeli rambles #suomi höpinöitä #Suomi mainittu #torilla tavataan

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h8ani · 7 years

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can i have a private selca ship w/ astro, bts, got7, blackpink, and seventeen? xx

@vaneria I hope you like your ships ♥

Astro member I ship you with is Moonbin

BTS member I ship you with is Jin

Got7 member I ship you with is Youngjae

Blackpink member I ship you with is Rose

17 member I ship you with is S.Coups

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issc-calypso · 7 years

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Day 4: History

The beginning of history begins with the development of a spoken language. The history passed down is the same that has exists since the beginning. While historians are prized for their abilities at memorization, some things get lost in error. They try their best to limit this.

When the Hy evolved into their current state, they existed in small family groups wandering premade caverns and killing and eating anything they came across, as food in the caves are scarce. Needless to say, they were solitary for a long while. The key that unlocked society as they know it today was agriculture. Once they developed the ability to grow cave mushroom, small plants near mouths of the cave, and trap the animals taking refuge, they no longer had the need to cannibalize each other in survival of the fittest. Communities gathered around these farms and twilight zones. Originally small, they excavated the caves to make room for more, and eventually ran into each other and into larger caverns, creating massive tunnels and rooms with ceilings hundreds of feet high, connecting the sources of food and sources of water with the dark, damp caves they survive best in. Throughout the colonized parts of the planet, there were four major caverns, miles wide, and bustling with markets and life. The kingdoms, of which more detail will be revealed in later days, got along, generally. The kingdoms close to the ocean sized underground aquifer on either side, Vaneria and Ai Ren, provide transportation across the sea in iron boats, as well as sea creatures and fresh water for farming in less favorable locations. The center kingdom, Onaleth, is a hub for rail trains. All tracks begin and end here. They are also the center of the ore trade, as well as trade of other less legal substances. The fourth kingdom was Kival e Mu. The city is the shape of a giant donut, and in the center, a hole to the surface, with debris near constantly falling in the center. Plants grow here, in the light, where they cannot anywhere else in the caves. This careful balance of kingdoms gave prosperity to the civilizations for centuries.

The conflict came when Kival e Mu decided that people should be sent up to the surface, for exploration and discovery. The rest of the kingdoms said it was too dangerous, but the city’s adventurous spirit, and with the sky being so close to them, sent a party to the surface. Predictably, they did not come back. When the other kingdoms heard of this, they forbade any more trips to the surface, and ordered the hole in the center to be sealed over. As this was the prime source of Kival e Mu’s economy, and their desire to find better and safer ways to explore was piqued, they were outraged. Many revolted, but when a citizen of Kival e Mu killed the leader of Vaneria, war broke out. With three against one, Kival e Mu was vastly outnumbered, but they held the defense. After years of half hearted battle, the general of Onaleth created a bomb of sorts, which, when aimed at the ceiling of Kival e Mu, caused the rock over it to collapse, destroying the entire city. Thousands died, and the rare few that made it out of the wreckage sought refuge in other kingdoms. And then everything was peaceful and safe under the ground for a while. As the decades passed, and technology and innovation improved, more serious discussions of surface exploration have been thrown around, generally led by adventurous younger generations.

#wbj17 #world building june

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talokahdelle · 7 years

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Graffitit sisustukseen

Nyt kun kämppä alkaa muovautua tuntuu kaikki aika turvalliselta. On laitettu väriä ja vanhoja juttuja tuomaan kerroksellisuutta mutta rähjäisyys, raffius puuttuu. Eikä meijän nuoruuden rokkareista näy keesiäkään! No annaha olla. Hommattiin uppee vanaha ruokapöytä jonka kansi oli huono. Ostettiin vaneria ja pyydettiin huippuguru-ystävää tekemään siihen jotain rokkia. Älyttömän hieno juttu, ollaan molemmat ihan liekeissä!

Kuvat: Pinterest

#graffiti #furniture #huonekalut #sisustus #moderni #rock

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findteenpenpals · 7 years

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☆the name’s kyla :)))

☆ not the most social person (which is why i’m coming to this website rather than going out to be social like a normal person– in which i’m not sigh)

☆some of my interests include dancing, drawing, writing (most of the fine arts, basically). my type of music is pretty broad/diverse, but i listen to kpop, 5sos, you me at six, panic! at the disco, and a little bit of drake and lana del ray.

☆watching shows is easy for me since i never have plans anyhow– but a few of my favorites are: select anime’s (fairy tail, ao no exorcist, durarara, attack on titan, etc..), teen wolf, shameless, orange is the new black, hwarang (strong power, thank you), and victorious lmfao judge me pls.

☆at times, if i’m super, duper bored then i’ll end up watching youtubers. the youtubers tend to be: liza koshy, lifesimmer, miniminter, vikkstar123, ksi, zerkaa, tbjzl, wroetoshaw, behzinga (basically all of the sidemen), and some bts videos because why not??

☆i’m a very closed off/reserved person when we first start talking, but don’t woRRY! i always come around :) also, if we don’t share the same interests, don’t worry! although, i would really like if you did so we could have something to talk about.

☆here are the ways to contact me: (i hope to hear from you soon xx)

snapchat: burntpotatochip,

skype: mw.xix

tumblr: vaneria

email: [email protected]

#pen pal #pen pals #penpal #penpals #pen pals wanted #letters #snail mail #Internet friends #friends #multilingual #13 to 14 #15 to 16 #submission

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emppul · 5 years

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Materiaalivalinnat

vaneri

metalli

kanaverkko + paperimassa

Puuksi valitsin kotipihalta valmiiksi löytyvän filmivanerin palasen. Vaneria on helppo työstää mieleiseksi ja sen kanssa olen aiemminkin tehnyt töitä, joten pysyin mieluusti puun puolesta mukavuusalueeni sisäpuolella. Hauskaksi lisäksi sain myös tietää, että kyseinen pala vaneria on alunperin Malmin palokunnan harjoitussimulaattorista.

Metalliksi valitsin vanhoja uunipeltejä pitkälti ekologisista syistä. Pelti on noin millin paksuista, emalilla päällystettyä rautaa. Ohuutensa vuoksi sitä on helppo leikata ja kuvioida.

Alunperin kanaverkon ja paperimassan sijasta minun piti käyttää valkosavea, mutta yllätyksekseni savea on yllättävän hankalaa ostaa mistään. Sen lisäksi työni puuosa on jo omillaan tarpeeksi painava, että saven tuoma lisäpaino lisäisi turhia kaatumis- ja putoamisriskejä.

Kanaverkkoa on helppo muotoilla sopivaksi pohjaksi ja paperimassalla saan tehtyä tarpeeksi yksityiskohtaista jälkeä. Pohdin myös paperimassan maalaamista ihon kaltaisilla väreillä, mutta päädyin estetiikan puolesta pelkkään valkoiseen. Tällöin teos on silmissäni kokonaisempi ja yhtenäisempi.

#työstöä

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kirpputorikisalli · 7 years

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Vanha #liikennemerkki #vaneria 18€, #lahti #kirpputori #kirpputorikisälli #antiikki #antiikkikauppa #juhokusti #retro #vintage (paikassa Kirpputori Kisälli)

myyty

#kirpputori #vintage #liikennemerkki #retro #vaneria #lahti #kirpputorikisälli #antiikkikauppa #juhokusti #antiikki

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axel-writes · 6 years

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The old Gods are dead, chapter one - mobile users

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I noticed I’ve never made a post for this chapter for those who are mainly using the app ^^” So here you go :)

The Mardale forest was a vast, misty and ancient forest. Its canopy was dominated by birches, sycamores, and hawthorn trees, and abundant dancing lights would bounce through their crowns for colourful shrubs to grow in the boulder covered grounds below. A variety of beastly sounds, most of which were fleeing animals, echoed in the air, and formed a chaotic orchestra with the croaks of frogs in the nearby ponds. Silent climbing plants waved from every tree, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which clung to any space they could find, added more life in the otherwise amber forest grounds.

Raven hated the Mardale forest. Through his eyes of an eight years old child, they were walking through a dark and eerie forest in the early morning of that day. The trees were too tall making him dizzy each time he was trying to see their crown and their branches were looking more like arms reaching for his throat than branches. He wanted to go home, far away from here and go back in his bed where he knew he was safe but telling that to his mother now would only upset her more than she already was.

He looked up to his mother. Silver short hair like his covered a bony face with narrow green eyes that were focused on the path before them, determined, her hand tightly closed on his, almost crushing his bones. Freckles were spread across her tawny face and neck, freckles he remembered spending time counting them one after one before going to bed. Her chapped lips once pink, smooth and always smiling were now shut in a tight line, moving and forming words he wasn't paying attention to every now and then. She looked upset with her furrowed brows, he could feel it in the way she was walking faster, and faster, turning left and right walking even further from the path Raven knew they had to keep on following. Her mother and father were always reminding him to never leave the path, why doing it today?

"Mama? Where are we going?"

"Picking blackberries, remember?" She said without looking at him, her voice showing no emotion. "We must pick enough to sell them on the market and buy food. Hurry now, we're soon there."

They had thought that living near the royal capital, Vaneria, would make their life better, they had thought they would find a way out of poverty. But none of what they had wished for happened. His father was always out during the day and would only come back late in the nigh with only bad news and a gloomy face. His mother even had had to cut her beautiful long hair and sell them for a good price as silver was a rare shade of hair in the whole country. But it hadn't been enough. And then came a day Raven had learned to hate, a day something awoke in him. Something terrifying.

It had happened overnight, without warning, without giving them time to adjust to the situation.

Like every other day, Raven had been helping his mother with chores around the house, helping her fetch clear water from their well. He had then dragged the bucket with his tiny hands back to their house while being careful to not drop water on the ground. Water was scarce in some areas of Obreau, especially in Kilead, their hometown and they had been lucky enough to have a well. It was their little treasure. Raven had put the bucket on the small table just beside the fireplace, his hands flat on each side of it, his hazel eyes focused on the tiny waves.

He had felt something warm flow through his veins and tickle his fingertips as he was watching the water dance. The sounds around him were distant, he could barely hear the birds singing outside, or even the crackling fire. He was focused on the water inside the bucket which was now whirling slowly, then even more quickly when it started to boil.

"Raven?" His mother called him while getting down the ladder leading to his room, a broom in hand. "What are you doing, sweetheart?" He didn't answer. She walked to him, then placed a hand on his shoulder, before caressing the back of his neck. She frowned when Raven didn't move, nor laugh. He was ticklish there, he should have reacted.

She turned him around and couldn't help a scream to cross her lips. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head and tiny black dots looking like constellations were on his shoulders. When she was a little girl, she had heard many stories about people like that. They could use abilities they would call 'magic', some could control the elements, other could wiped away a thought by a single touch on someone's forehead, other could manifest their powers as blue flames or sparks at their fingertips. Those stories her mother and father would tell her had always scared her. How could the gods allow beings like them to live in Obreau? Were they their punishment? Did Obrean people anger the gods? And why was it happening to her son? Raven was her only child, she had loved him like every mother should, was raising him as well as she could despite their poverty. What could she have done wrong so that the gods would hate her that much and give her a monster for son?

When Raven had finally come back to his senses, he didn't understand why his mother was crying, huddled up on herself, screaming at him to stay away from her. He couldn't understand why the bucket was now empty.

Later that day, he heard them talk about him while he was supposed to be sleeping. He heard them call him 'monster', he heard them say they would have to find a solution, heard them say they couldn't live like that with fear gnawing them from the inside. It could happen again, he could do something worse, hurt them. They didn't talk to him for days and only watched his every movement in case one of his 'absence' would happen again. They didn't talk to him until that morning when they told him a walk through the forest to go pick some fruits would be a good start for the day.

"How lucky we are," she said without even looking at him. "They're full. Stay here, I forgot to bring a bucket. Don't move from here, your father will come soon. Don't move, you hear me?"

"Mama, you're scaring me," Small tears were running on his cheeks as she turned her back on him, walking further from him.

'Don't move!' was the only thing he heard from her before he couldn't see her shape anymore.

Raven started to pick some blackberries, putting them in his shirt and his pockets knowing they would be mad if he'd done nothing while they were gone. He didn’t know how long they would take to come back and hoped with all his heart that he wouldn’t have to stay alone here for a long time. Hearing the wind through the leaves was scary, seeing the bushes move from the corner of his eyes was terrifying. Anything could come out of there and jump on him. Maybe it only was a rabbit, or maybe it was a wolf patiently waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the right moment to jump on him and bite his throat. No one would be there to help him. He would die alone in a forest he hated.

Raven couldn’t tell how many minutes, hours, went by before the thought of his parents never coming back crossed his mind. He should have known it, their behaviour towards him should have warned him. Since that incident with the bucket, his mother had stopped telling him bedtime stories, she had stopped taking him to the market with her. She had stopped telling him how much she loved her little boy, had stopped hugging him. It wasn’t different with his father. Each time he was in the same room as his father, each time he was meeting his eyes, Raven could see them glisten with sadness, disgust, fear. The words he was saying to him when he would finally talk to his son weren’t ones a father should say.

The more days had passed by, the more he had started to believe their words. Raven was a monster. Raven was dangerous.

It had happened one day again when he was alone at home. They had been spending a day or two in Vaneria, just the two of them because “mama and papa need some time alone”, as they’d told him. The rain had been falling heavily for hours leaking through the roof, and Raven hadn't known what to do more than putting buckets and pans underneath each hole. The atmosphere inside the house was damp, their linen soaked. He hoped the rain would stop soon and that everything would dry before they'd come back. His parents had never been violent, but now that their behaviour had changed, Raven could never be too careful. One of the holes in the roof had drawn his attention because of its strange, but funny shape. It looked like a star.

Raven had stretched his hands to the roof without realizing it, and let the rain fall on him. It was then that he'd felt the same sensation flow through his veins and tickle his fingertips, something calling for him in the depths of his soul. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head once again, the black dots adorning his shoulders came back as he was focused on the rain, focused on the black clouds slowly disappearing to give way to the sun and a beautiful blue sky before falling to the ground, exhausted and terrified. He couldn't control it, whatever it was, and he feared something would happen again when his parents would be back home.

He jumped when he heard a branch snap, then another, and another. He didn't want to think what kind of animal was coming for him, or maybe it was the trees coming closer. They would wrap their branches and roots around his body, trapping him in a tight embrace until his bones would break, one by one. They would then free him and let him die in the Mardale forest, moss would grow on his body as the years would go by. No one would miss him, no one would remember him, no one would notice his parents had abandoned him here out of fear.

A scream crossed his lips when he felt something brush his ankles, and he started to run dropping the fruits on the ground. He ran as fast as he could without knowing where he was going, without paying attention to his surroundings, but most of all without looking behind him. He didn't want that thing to catch him and eat him. Raven hated that forest and he was sure there was more than cute little animals like foxes or squirrels. He remembered some of his mother's stories and that made a shiver run down his spine.

One in particular that had given him nightmares was about a forest paved with emeralds and diamonds. The trunk of the trees was made of black onyx striped in white, their leaves were made of rubies for some, sapphires for other, and their fruits - not bigger than a pearl - were the most delicious thing on Earth and one single of them could sustain a grown-up man for the whole day. But most people would only pick them to make them into necklaces and other pieces of jewellery. Men and animals living in the forest were living in harmony. There was no hunt, nor poaching, and war between men didn't exist. Until one day when a beast-like creature thirsty for wealth invaded the villages around the forest. It wrought bloody havoc on the villages, killed many of its villagers and had destroyed every path leading to the forest, digging deep trenches all around it with its blue breath so no one could reach it. Many had tried to kill the beast, peasants, knights, warlocks, but all had failed. The only trace of their attempts were ashes and charred bones.

He didn't want to die in the same way as the characters of his mother's stories, didn't want to die alone in that forest. But he was a monster, maybe this was his only option.

Raven didn't want to die.

He stumbled over a root and fell on the ground head first, the soil staining his tears-streaked cheeks. Raven screamed. Raven hit the ground until the side of his hands were bleeding, until he was too tired to even feel the rain falling on him and hear the thunder rumbling in the distance.

What were they doing now? Were they having dinner, happy without him? Did they say to their few neighbours the real reason why he wasn't with them, or were they lying to them? Were they thinking about him? Were they happy now that the monster wasn't living in their home anymore? Was a part of his mother regretting their decision? Was his father telling her they had made the right choice? Raven didn’t know if he wanted the answers to all of these questions. He surely wouldn’t like them.

Lying on his side, Raven shed countless tears as the rain was now pouring down on his shivering body, turning dry soil into mud. What was he supposed to do now? He was lost, the forest was too vast, and he should have paid attention to the road they had taken earlier. He wanted to go home so badly, go home to them, to his mother’s arms who would hug him close to her heart, and hear them tell him it only was a joke. A really bad joke. They would laugh, and he would cry telling them they were mean, and he had been so scared. But nothing like that would happen. They left him in that forest, alone and scared.

A part of him thought it could have been worse. They could have sold him to a merchant, or worse to some mercenaries, and who knows what they could have done to him. Raven had witnessed a scene like that a few months ago. He had been surprised by screams coming from the streets and running to the window out of curiosity, he had seen a little boy not much older than him being dragged away from his crying mother, his father’s hand closed on his arm. The boy was crying, screaming, begging his mother to not let him do that, that he didn’t want to go with them, but his mother had only turned her head from the scene and had shed more tears. A beautiful woman dressed in clothes embroidered with gold had then wrapped her arms around the little boy, whispering into his ear things Raven couldn’t hear as the man beside her – her husband perhaps – put a heavy purse in the father’s hand. They had left after that and the same night, Raven fell asleep with the boy’s screams echoing in his mind.

His parents had barely answered his questions when he’d asked them why they did that. They only told him that sometimes, people had to do things they didn’t like or never thought of in order to survive, even if that would mean they would suffer. Raven never saw the little boy again.

His feet were hurting him, but he had to keep on walking. His throat was dry, his face damp with tears and drops of rain, he was hungry too, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. He had to leave that forest and go back home, but the more he was trying, the more he knew he was putting more distance between him and them.

Raven wiped his face with the back of his hand smearing more mud on his cheeks, when he came across a clearing. A few ruins were scattered around a small river, ruins of an ancient temple whose only remaining were the arch and the statue of the protective divinity of the forest. Raven didn't care about the temple, didn't care about the statue covered in moss and vines as he ran to the river and fell on his knees. He gulped large mouthfuls of clear water, coughing when it went down the wrong way, before he removed his torn shoes and let his feet dangle in the water. With a hand he took out from his pocket the few fruits he still had, undamaged after his fall, and ate them. He was sure he would find another bush on his way, he just needed to keep his eyes open. His back met the wet grass and he couldn't help himself but shed more tears once more when he looked into the eyes of the statue above him.

Nei, that was the name of the divinity. They were a kind and caring deity thanks to whom the forest was always green, even in winter. They were taking care of each tree, each plant and flower making sure none were hurt or sick, making sure no one was harming the forest and its inhabitant. According to what the priest had taught him back in Kilead, Nei wasn't living with the other deities in Niovie - a series of large islands floating above the clouds inhabited by the divinities - but instead had decided to stay with humans and help them in any way they could without ever revealing who they truly were. Nei wasn't the only divinity living in Obreau, they were a few dozen across the country hiding their true identity and using their powers to help those in need.

"You are supposed to help those who are lost in your forest," Raven said to the statue with a hoarse voice, a lump in his throat. "Where are you? I want to go home."

He reached a hand to the statue hoping it would take it, hoping someone would come for him and stood up quickly when he heard a noise behind him coming closer. His eyes roved the clearing searching for the origin of that noise, a growling noise that raised his hair on the back of his head and pricked his fingertips. The sky above him was changing, becoming darker and darker, lightning streaking the sky as Raven's fear was seizing his body. He didn't dare to move, didn't dare to breathe as long as he wouldn't see what was coming for him. He tried to stay calm, tried to not panic and run as fast as he could. It was only when he felt the statue against his back that he saw them.

Four black wolves with golden eyes were staring at him, ears sticking straight up on their head, teeth bared, and growling. Raven knew that if he moved one single finger, they'd come for his throat and he'd become their next meal. Had they been following him since long? How was it that he hadn't heard them? The rain had eased off, he should have heard them. Or was it maybe Nei that was sending them to get rid of him? Would a deity be that cruel and kill a child? He didn't remember Nei being an aggressive deity, they were quite the opposite in his memories.

Their sibling though was one of the most vindictive deity from Niovie. Were the wolves under their command? Why would they be after him? Nei's sibling was the protective divinity of the seas and Kilead was too far away from the seaside, Raven didn't know how he could have angered them.

His teeth were rattling, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he was calling for his mother. Raven was still hoping it was just a horrible nightmare, that these wolves weren't going to eat him, that his blood won't soil the statue. Who knows what could happen to him in the afterlife if he'd profane with his blood the statue of a deity? He had heard so many stories from the priest about men and women being tortured for days before they had the right to a new life, a new chance, and now he didn't know anymore if those stories were real of if the priest had only been telling them to scare them. Why would the gods want him dead? Because strange things were happening to him? Because he was a monster?

The wolves were circling him, growling louder, coming closer. Thunder was rumbling above them once more and Raven felt his fingers burn with each rumble. Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one of the wolves jump, aiming for his small body. Raven acted by reflex. He raised his hands in front of his face, eyes closed, waiting to feel the wolf fall on him and crush his body, waiting to feel its teeth sink in his throat. But he felt nothing apart from the burning sensation in his fingers growing more and more until he heard it, a cracking sound followed by a stench and burning smell.

Raven opened his eyes, surprised he wasn’t dead yet, surprised he could feel the warmth of the sunlight caressing his cheeks when there were only dark clouds a few seconds earlier and noticed four black and smoking spots surrounding him. He walked closer to one of them, a hand on his mouth and nose, closer enough to notice it wasn’t just burnt grass, but charred bones and flesh. Raven fell on his knees and puked from the shock and the smell, his hands closed in fists on the still green grass. He didn’t know how but he knew it was him. The lightning had burnt them all before they could have reached him. He had killed them.

He cried while crawling on the grass dragging himself away from the sight until he could feel the roughness of the statue against his back once again. He screamed until his throat was hurting him, his face raised to the sky asking Them ‘why’. He wasn’t waiting for an answer, he knew They wouldn’t give him one. They never did, not when he’d been crying in his bed late into the night the first time they called him monster, nor when he had wished for Them to make his parents love him again, and Raven thought that maybe right now They were laughing at him, up there on their island. They wouldn’t help him. He was all alone.

Raven walked for hours. Hours during which the pain in his heart hadn’t eased off. Hours during which he could feel how hostile the forest had become towards him, playing tricks on him. He couldn’t remember how many times he had stumbled on roots and fell, thus hurting his knees more than they already were. He couldn’t remember how many times he had felt a presence behind him carving holes on his back, couldn’t remember how many times he thought to have seen someone from the corner of his eyes and followed the shape, getting lost in the darkest parts of the forest, only to realise it weren’t his parents nor Nei.

When the sun started to set and fall below the horizon, Raven found a shelter in the crook of an old trunk. Curled up on himself, knees against his chest, he pressed his forehead against the wood thankful the dead tree wasn’t trying to kill him. He reached for his pants and pulled out from the pockets a few berries he had picked on a bush not far away from here. Raven put one in his mouth, but immediately spat it. What if they were poisonous? If the trees hadn’t managed to kill him, maybe the forest was taking advantages of his hunger and had turned every fruit into poison? Raven couldn’t take the risk. He wanted to die of old age, in his bed surrounded by his children and grandchildren. Not in a scary forest, hiding in a trunk, with gods not listening to his prayers.

A stupid thought crossed his mind. What if Nei wasn’t in the forest but rather visiting their sibling in the North? Maybe that was why they weren’t here helping him find the way out, maybe the forest wasn’t trying to kill him for whatever reason, but instead his frightened self had been imagining all of these things? The roots, the shapes, the voices, the poisoned berries.

His gaze lost in the distance, he didn’t notice a white point the same size as a wool ball moving between the trees, beckoning him to follow its silvery trail. It took him a while to notice it was a luminous orb, something he had never seen before, and just looking at it move back and forth, hiding behind a tree before he could see it again, made his lips stretch in a big smile. Looking at this light was filling him with warmth and hope he thought he had lost for good.

Raven left the safety of the trunk and walked to the light, cautious. Despite the happy feelings this ball of light had scattered in him, Raven couldn't help himself thinking it could be a trap. Something could be waiting for him wherever it would lead him, something Raven didn't want to meet; an evil spirit maybe, or another monster just like him, someone scarier, someone who wouldn't hesitate nor regret killing a child. A part of him trusted that ball, so he kept following its path being careful where he was putting his feet, asking it to slow down when he could barely see it in front of him and at certain times, Raven could bet he had heard it laugh.

He had the feeling he was following it for hours, avoiding many branches that could have scratched his face, stepping over more roots and crossing over small streams. He had no idea where it was leading him, but he hoped they would get there soon. Raven was starting to feel dizzy and weak, and his blurred vision was making it more difficult to follow the light.

The ball bounced in front of him and Raven took it as a 'we're almost there!' as it sped up, forcing him to run after it as he didn't want to lose its track, not after spending so long walking behind its trail. They ran past many trees and other bushes before Raven couldn't see any vegetation around him, but instead he saw a crossroad. One sign was leading to his hometown where no one wanted him back, where only hate and deception was waiting for him, while another was leading to a still opened gate. A road sign on which he read the name of the next city.

Vaneria.

Raven gritted his teeth to restrain a scream of joy and anger. He had been so close to that city, and yet so far. How many hours had he spent in that forest before that light took pity on him and helped him find his way out? Would he have spent the night in the trunk, cold and hungry if he hadn't followed it? Would he have stayed there and died with his last thoughts being for his parents? Raven didn't want to think about it, he was finally out and away from all the fears it had made him feel.

Raven followed the light to the gate, one foot after the other, his hazel eyes fixed on the sky every now and then where many stars were shining and was surprised the guards didn't stopped him when they crossed the drawbridge and entered the city, surprised they didn't even pay attention to him and the ball of light. He fell on the stone floor when they passed the tavern full of patrons and music, his legs no longer able to support him. The last thing he saw before he fainted were the flickering orange lights he could see through the windows of the tavern, and the ball of light above him disappearing.

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kayawagner · 6 years

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The Long Way To Tal’Dorei

Repeatedly I have praised D&D 5th Edition as my favorite edition of the venerable fantasy RPG, but I’ve actually not played it that often nor would I consider myself part of the D&D 5E community. Over the last few years I was much more focused on other games. I knew that people were recording their games and then uploaded the videos on YouTube, and I’ve watched a couple of actual play videos to get a look at how other people played certain games, but it took me a while to look into the phenomenon which is Critical Role.

When I first heard about Matt Mercer and Critical Role I was pretty skeptical. Why should these D&D actual play videos be any better than all the others out there? Heck, it’s probably just another WotC PR stunt, I thought. But when I actually checked the show out and did my research I realized that it was actually a home game which turned into a show on Twitch, and it was definitely a real game and not some scripted bullshit. And yes, Matt and his friends are really, really good!

Matt is a pretty good GM. His NPCs and descriptions are awesome. It’s obvious that his skills as voice actor are helping, but he’s also well-prepared and dedicated to his game. The players are also voice actors and they love to roleplay. That’s probably the only thing which can be considered a problem with the show. While it’s fun listening to their banter, the story moves at a very slow pace. With over 100 episodes with a playtime of about 3 to 4 hours each, it’s impossible to keep up or even catch up if you have a full-day job and other hobbies than watching Critical Role.

But even if you watch just part of an episode you can watch how much fun a D&D game can be. Watching Critical Role made me want to run my own D&D game – as I’ve mentioned before – and as a first step I bought the Tal’Dorei campaign guide as published by Green Ronin. It looked nice, but I wasn’t overly impressed. The campaign world is actually pretty generic D&D fare. After leafing though it a couple of times, it went back onto the shelf while I was considering coming up with my own homebrew setting.

Unfortunately creating a homebrew setting is not just fun but also hard work. And my game design attention deficit disorder reared its ugly head again. I couldn’t make up my mind what elements I wanted to include in the setting. Every new idea was just too awesome to be left out, but it didn’t fit with the rest of it. It was a mess. After mulling the issue over for a couple of days I looked into alternatives. Nentir Vale, the implied setting of D&D 4th Edition sounded awesome on paper, but WoTC never released a proper setting book. Information about the world was spread about a couple of 4E adventures, sourcebooks, etc. and I wasn’t really willing to buy more 4E books. So I discarded the plan to use the Nentir Vale and looked for another setting to use.

In the end I came back to Tal’Dorei. At a second glance it’s weakness is it’s greatest strength. It’s not very original, which means that everything works as you expect it from D&D (and that’s a good thing – especially with newbie players). What has been published is also not very detailed, but there’s enough information for me to build one, but not enough to be overwhelming. The book is also schlock full of adventure hooks and Matt also shares his sources of inspiration for each area. This should make running games in Tal’Dorei a breeze. Luckily none of my players is a Critical Role fan, so they wouldn’t even notice any discrepancies between Matt’s portayal of the world and mine.

At the moment I am busy reading the Tal’Dorei setting book a second time, while planning an introductory adventure. After being on a GM hiatus for almost a year now it feels great planning a new campaign!

Excited about D&D again!

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Suomen itsenäisyyden vuosikymmenet paikallislehdestä leikattuina (Akaan Seutu)

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Eduskunta julisti Suomen itsenäiseksi istunnossaan 6. joulukuuta. Itsenäisyysjulistusta ei noteerattu lehdistössä juuri ollenkaan. Maa pyöri niin kuin ennenkin. Valtakunnalliset asiat eivät paljon palkallisesti ihmsiä heilauttanut. Kaikkea muuta tapahtui. Akaan Seudun avustaja Liisa Ahokas luki kaikki Toijalan Sanomat, Toijalan Seudut sekä Akaan Seudut ja kokosi lehdistä mielenkiintoisia asioita, yhden vuosikymmeneltä, Lehdistä leikattua -palstaksi.

1910

Viiala sai sähkön vuonna 1917, kun monipuolinen ja toimelias tehtailija K.T. Järvelä rakensi Haihunkoskella olleen sahansa ja myllynsä yhteyteen sähkölaitoksen. Kun sähköä jäi yli oman tarpeen Järvelä myi sitä myös kyläläisille ja pian hänen sähkölaitoksensa oli merkittävä sähköntuottaja paikkakunnalla. Kylmäkoskelle sähkö oli saatu jo vuonna 1906 Hautaan isännän Artturi Hautaan toimesta ja Toijalaan vuonna 1912.

1920

Monien eri lajien harrastajien ja urheiluseurojen toive toteutui, kun Toijala sai urheilukentän. Sen rakentamisesta ja rahoittamisesta vastasi sitä varten perustettu Urheilukenttä Osakeyhtiö. Kentän vihkiäisiä vietettiin heinäkuussa 1925 Toijalan Vauhdin ensimmäisten kansallisten yleisurheilukilpailujen merkeissä ja iltajuhla pidettiin Pirtillä.

1930

Rautatien ylikulkusilta, jota myös Miljoonasillaksi kutsutaan valmistui jo vuonna 1936, mutta otettiin käyttöön seuraavana vuonna. Kun uusi tie etelästä VR:n tavaratoimiston ohi oli valmistunut, haluttiin yhteys radan yli asemalle ja keskustaan. Kulkulaitosten ja yleisten töiden ministeriö vahvisti hankkeen ja silta rakennettiin. Sillan maksoi VR, joten nimi Miljoonasilta ei ole tulllut siitä, että kunta olisi sen maksanut.

1940

Marianne-karamellit syntyivät Toijalassa makeistehdas Chymoksen toimiessa Toijalassa vuosina 1944-52. Tehdas tuli Lappeenrannasta evakkoon sodan loppuvaiheissa.Tehtaan ostamalle 9 hehtaarin tontille nousi kolme betonista tehdasrakennusta ja neljä asuintaloa työntekijöille. Tehtaalle rakennettiin myös pistoraide satamaradalta. Makeisten lisäksi tehtaalla valmistettiin marmeladeja, mehuja, lastenruokia ja liköörejä. (AS 3.12.2014)

1950

Sunnnuntaina heinäkuun 1. päivänä 1951 pidettiin Kylmäkoskella hämäläiset Kruunuhäät, joihin osallistui yli 4000 henkeä. Hääkulkue, joka kulki morsiamen kotoa Asemankulman Korpisaaresta häätaloon Hakkilan Mäkelään, oli lähes 2 kilometriä pitkä. Häämenot oli suunnitellut Arvo Kytölä ja juhlan musiikista huolehtivat kansanpelimannit A. Sillanpää ja Einari Törmä. ( TS 7.7.1951)

1960

Toijalassa kirjoitettiin suomalaisen pikaluistelun historiaa tammikuussa 1963, kun Kaija Mustonen luisteli urheilukentällä Toijalan Vauhdin järjestämissä kisoissa uuden Suomen ennätyksen 1500 metrin matkalla. Uusi Suomenennätysaika oli 2.37,0. Mustonen voitti myös muut – 500, 1000 ja 3000 metrin – matkat. (TS 29.1.1963)

1970

Kylmäkosken Taipaleen kylässä toimi vuosina 1971-74 Outokumpu Oy:n nikkeli-kuparikaivos, josta tuona aikana louhittiin kaiken kaikkiaan 0.69 miljoonaa tonnia malmia. Malmista löytyi nikkelin ja kuparin lisäksi magneettikiisua, pentlandiittia, kuparikiisua ja kubaniittia.

1980

Viialan kunta sai vuonna 1983 kunnian olla Suomen halvin kunta. Veroäyri oli 17 penniä ja samaksi se vahvistettiin seuraavallekin vuodelle. Talousarvioesityksessä oli edelliseen vuoteen verrattuna kasvua 8,8 % eikä punakynällä tarvinnut vetää yli juuri mitään. Kunnan talous- ja suunnittelusihteeri Heljä Järvelä kiitti hallintokuntia siitä, että ne olivat oppineet itse karsimaan menojaan eivätkä esittäneet mahdottomia. ( TS 25.11.1983)

1990

Hämeenlinna -Tampere – moottoritien rakentaminen kesti pitkään. Liikenneministeriö oli jo vuonna 1990 linjannut sen kulkemaan Toijalan kautta, mutta matkalle tuli monia mutkia, vaihtoehtoja, valituksia, kirjelmiä, mielenosoituksiakin. Viimein päädyttiin rakentamaan tie Jutikkalasta Kuljuun Toijalan kautta. Tätä viimeistä osuutta alettiin rakentaa vuonna 1996 ja se avattiin juhlallisesti Toijalassa lokakuun 12. päivänä 2000.

2000

Torstai 28.10.2004 oli musta päivä viialalaisille. Vaikka työn loppumista UPM/ Viialan vaneritehtaalla oli ounasteltu, tuli lopullinen tieto tyrmistyksenä 171 työntekijälle. Moni heistä oli tehtaalla jo kolmannessa polvessa. Tehtaan johdon ja työntekijöiden neuvottelut eivät tosiasiaa muuttaneet. Tehdas joka oli toiminut 130 vuotta ja tehnyt vaneria maailmalle 60 vuotta oli tullut tiensä päähän.

2010

Toijalan seuratalo Sampolassa juhlittiin huhtikuussa 2013, kun talon lähes 14 vuotta kestänyt peruskorjaus päättyi ja salikin sai nousevan katsomon. Sampola-projekti oli kaupungin, yksityisten henkilöiden ja yhteisöjen yhdessä aikaan saama. Sampola-työryhmä teki työtä vaivojaan säästämättä. Se järjesti arpajaisia, huutokauppoja, juhlia ja myi nimikkotuoleja niin yksityisille kuin yhteisöillekin. Toijalan ja Akaan kaupunki korjasivat rakennuksen vaiheittain sen mukaan miten varat sallivat. (AS 23.4.2013)

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