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i-speak-for-tomuras-pussy · 3 months

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The L.o.V as ToTK Monsters

Shigaraki:

Moth Gibdo No. 120

Common locations:

🌟 Gerudo Desert

🌟 Gerudo Desert Depths

Recoverable Material:

🌟 Gibdo Wing

🌟 Gibdo Guts

🌟 Gibdo Bone

Description:

These monsters appeared along with the sand shroud. Winged horrors that attack quickly while in a fight, they have tough skin that allows them to withstand physical attacks. Fire and lightning are effective against them.

Dabi:

Gibdo No. 119

Common Locations:

🌟 Gerudo Desert

🌟 Gerudo Desert Depths

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Gibdo Guts

🌟 Gibdo Bone

Description:

A monster that appeared along with the sand shroud. Though slow to move, they can fight without faltering to physical attacks thanks to their tough outer skin. On the other hand, they are vulnerable to fire and lightning, which turn them white and brittle.

Spinner:

Lizalfos No. 135

Common Locations:

🌟 Lanayru Wetlands

🌟 Lanayru Great Springs

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Lizalfos Tail

🌟 Lizalfos Talon

🌟 Lizalfos Horn

Description:

These quick-witted, lizard-like monsters can be found all over Hyrule. They’re sly species that lurk underwater or use camouflage to blend in with the environment to launch ambushes. Moreover, they never sleep. And even when they have no weapons they’ll come at you swinging their sword-like horn.

Grain:

Aerocuda No. 118

Common Locations:

🌟 Greater Hyrule

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Aerocuda Wing

🌟 Aerocuda Eyeball

Description:

An airborne monster that can be recognized by its distinctive cries. They have strong, dexterous feet and can often be seen cruising though the sky with animals or other monsters in their clutches. Thankfully, the breed’s lightweight, aerodynamic body makes it easy to shoot down.

Twice:

Yoga Footsoldier No. 163

Common Locations:

🌟 Unknown

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Mighty Bananas

🌟 Sundelion

🌟 Green Rupee

🌟 Blue Rupee

🌟 Purple Rupee

🌟 Red Rupee

Description:

The lowest-ranked members of the Yiga Clan. They’ve been dispatched all across Hyrule with a single task: seek out and kill princess Zelda and Link. They’re a crafty bunch, sometimes disguising themselves as simple travelers or villagers to get the jump on you. Be wary of suspicious people you encounter. They’re very agile, and their weapons of choice are bows and swords.

Toga:

Electric Keese No. 100

Common Locations:

🌟 Gerudo Desert

🌟 Gerudo Desert Depths

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Electric Keese Eyeball

🌟 Electric Keese Wing

Description:

The electricity that engulfs the bodies of these bat-like Keese makes them more dangerous than the standard type. They’re capable of shocking anything they touch.

Magne:

Horriblin No. 143

Common Locations:

🌟 Hyrule Caves

🌟 Elden Canyon Depths

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Horriblin Horn

🌟 Horriblin Claw

Description:

After the Upheaval, these monsters began appearing in Hyrule’s cave systems. They have sturdy horns that are perfect for crushing rocks and strong muscles that allow them to traverse cave walls and ceilings as easily as if they were walking on the ground. They often hang from ceilings, waiting for prey.

Compress:

Chuchu No. 93

Common Locations:

🌟 Hyrule Field

🌟 East Necluda

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Chuchu Jelly

Description:

This low-level, gel-based monster can be found all over Hyrule. It tends to spring its attacks on unsuspecting prey from the ground of from trees. Its strength varies by size, and the type of jelly it drops varies depending on weather the Chuchu was heated up, cooled down, or shocked.

Kurogiri:

Molduga No. 179

Common Locations:

🌟 Gerudo Desert

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Molduga Fin

🌟 Molduga Jaw

🌟 Molduga Guts

Description:

This massive monster swims beneath the desert’s sand. It spends most of its time submerged, but if it senses sound, it will breach the surface to feast on whatever it can grab. Running around carelessly can be dangerous if you suspect there may be one in the area.

AFO / All For One:

Blue-White Frox No. 187

Common Locations:

🌟 Hebra Mountains Depths

🌟 Tabatha Frontier Depths

Recoverable Materials:

🌟 Large Crystallized Charge

🌟 Blue-White Froz Fang

🌟 Frox Fingernail

🌟 Frox Guts

🌟 Zonaite

🌟 Large Zonaite

Description:

A large monster that dwells in the depths. Has ore on its back to lure enemies. Can shake off enemies who clime atop it and then snatch them midair. Its large mouth allows it to swallow whatever it hungers for in one gulp.

#Magne MHA #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #Dabi #Twice #Toga #Conpress #kurogiri #AFO #Totk crossover?#Mha cross over?#mha headcannons #L.o.V headcannons #I’m screaming and kicking my feet rn #I was thinking about AFO being Gannon or the king gleock but I found that too obvious #He deserves to be a Frox cuz what princess is Gonna Kiss him?

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musicblogwales · 4 months

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World Cub Announce New Album 'Back To The Beginning'

North Walian group Worldcub will release their new concept album Back To The Beginning on 17th May. The album is a carefully crafted collection of tracks which takes you on a psych-infused journey through time, space and everything in between. It feels vintage yet modern, perfectly blending the two sounds.

Lead single and title track ‘Back To The Beginning’ sets the album’s tone, opening up new worlds with kraut rock groove, spacey guitar and floating keyboards. Floating harmonies and melodies accompany us on a journey into the unknown. ‘Grog’ is one of my favourites on the album. It’s pulsing, groovy and trippy and the fantastic surf-guitar is a real highlight.

‘Look Through The Keyhole’ carries on the vintage and retro feel to the album. It’s hypnotic and mesmerising, with a heavier guitar sound than the previous track. ‘One Small Mistake’ is another single taken from the album. It's almost samba-like rhythm is lucid and bouncing and is a real ‘feel-good’ track. A shift in pace is seen with ‘Birdy’ which is a slower folk inspired track before returning to an upbeat, samba and bossa nova sound with ‘Retreat Recover’.

On ‘Hel y Hadau’ and ‘Pwysau Yn Pwyso’, the band sing in Welsh and create luscious vocal harmonies and a rich and beautiful soundscape, while ‘Birdy II’ sees a return to folk. The album’s final songs feel reflective and open. They complete the journey this album takes you and are a fitting conclusion.

Back To The Beginning is a wonderful blend of old and new, taking influence from a number of genres. It’s trippy and psychedelic, spacious and welcoming and guides you through the past and future unknowns.

The band will be playing a handful of live shows to celebrate the album’s release.

Tour Dates: 93 FEET EAST, London - 24th May Gwyl Tawe, Abertawe/Swansea - 8th June No1 Harbourside, Bristol - 6th July

Back To The Beginning is out on 17th May.

https://worldcub.bandcamp.com/

Words: George Phillips

#World Cub #Back To The Beginning #SoundAndVisionPR #Youtube

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idiotequemoron · 1 year

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Radiohead at 93 feet east by Ken Okumura

#thom yorke #radiohead #jonny greenwood #the lemon

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genz420 · 1 year

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 93: A Fathers Love.

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138 - Harrenhal

A father's love can make or break a person. Even the presence of a father in a person's life can make all the difference.

When Aemond first learnt of Visenya being pregnant after their wedding, he remembers the joy and excitement, but also the fear. He grew up without his fathers love, knowing that his father had a favourite and it wasn’t his brothers or even sister. But the product of his father's first marriage, a product of a marriage full of love, unlike his mothers and father.

Aemond had been terrified in the months Visenya had spent pregnant. The only time he ever saw a father love their child was with Ser Laenor and the Strong bastards and Visenya. He couldn’t understand how a man could love another man's child and treat them as their own, not when his father didn’t try to spend time with him and his siblings.

So Aemond wanted to ensure that his children grew up with love, not caring that fathers usually weren’t as involved in the children's early years. But his world changed the second he laid eyes on those two bases. Then came Aenar, named after the Dragonlord that moved their house from the Freehold of Valyria to the new lands of Westeros.

Aemond isn’t a stranger to the whispers around the legitimacy of his newest son, the fact that the babe has red hair, and that remours that Visenya and Rob are more than just friends. But Aemond knows that Aenar is a Targaryen through and through and had most likely taken after his mother rather than him or Visenya. A fact that haunts his dreams, ideas spurting like Tyrell flowers that his son might take more than just appearance from his grandmother. But as the babe sleeps soundly in his arms, he doubts that Aenar could do anything evil in his life.

But as of late, his dreams are filled with Visenya dying out West or himself dying in the East. Hundreds of thousands of leagues between them, and Aemond just hopes they don’t meet again in the afterlife and that both of their gods provide them with more time.

A selfish wish, but it is more reasonable to ask than for the rest of his family to drop dead.

So before Aemond is forced to mount his dragon and protect the Riverland army as they march south, he can enjoy some alone time with his children. As the twins play together, Aemond is plagued with the memories of simpler times when his family still hated each other but didn’t wish death on eachother. Back when he thought his biggest worries were not spending enough time with his children or Visenya dying because he was too selfish and wanted more children.

“I remember when you and Visenya were that small,” The unmistakable sound of Laenor echoes in the silence room. The presence of the Velaryon makes Aemond spring out of his chair. Aenar pressed closer to his chest, like trying to block the sight of the babe. “Aemond,”

Laenor knows that the prince must have a hard time trusting people, given their current situation, but if anyone should be wary of someone, it should be Laenor of Aemond. The former husband to Rhaenyra can’t help but still hold ill feelings towards the younger male. For stealing his dead sister's dragon, perhaps he has redeemed himself by giving Visenya happiness.

“I do not know your intentions,” Aemond simply states.

Aemond keeps his gaze locked on the older man, not daring to look away while Laenor and Daenys play at his feet. Daenys could even taunt her brother, and Aemond would not dare look away from Laenor. For all he knows, Laenor could work with the Blacks, perhaps still loyal to his former wife. Maybe he was sent here to kill one of his children, or perhaps he is a spy.

“I would never harm your children,” Laenor tells him as he makes his way closer into the room, his hands out in front of him, but the fire that burns in Aemonds eyes does not seem to go away at his words.

“Just like you would never harm Visenya?” Aemond asks, his voice cold and full of venom like a snake. “My wife and my children are the most important people to me, and I will not allow a man that abandoned his family to push any ideals onto my children,”

Laenor had fought in the Step Stones, yet as he stares down Aemond, he wonders what could make a man have such hatred towards a person.

“I will tell you this once, leave this room and don’t come back. Visenya might have let you be in the same room as our children, but I will not,” Aemond informs Laenor. “I will not let you disappoint another generation when you abandon them again,”

Aemonds words cut deep into Laenor.

They cut deep because they are the truth.

Laenor may not have been the Velaryon's bastards father by blood, but they did hold his name. They held his name after he left. Jacaerys wore the name as he tried to prepare himself for the throne that he might one day hold. Visenya wore the name when she fought in the Iron Islands. Joffrey, who never knew him, still held the name with pride. And Lucerys died being proud to hold the name.

Laenor had abandoned them, leaving them open for attacks from the vipers. And Aemond, Aemond wants to make sure that his children have to go through that. Never have to live with the thought that their parents didn’t love them, for his children to mourn them at such a young age.

Aemond would protect his children with everything in him.

He is a dragon of House Targaryen, and god's help anyone who tries to hurt his children.

Especially Daemon Targaryen.

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medullam · 2 years

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Estelle at 93 Feet East, ph. Darren Regnier [East London, 2003]

#estelle #darren regnier #photography #black britain #london #2000s #2003

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emyn-arnens · 2 years

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I posted 1,582 times in 2022

That's 970 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (4%)

1,514 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,582 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#wrapping it into my headcanon that—although finrod unquestionably valued men all along—andreth challenged him to really think about the ways

My Top Posts in 2022:

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TOLKIEN WEEK 2022 | DAY 7: COMFORT

“Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Tolkien’s writing style gets criticized so much because of his heavy use of descriptions and imagery, especially of nature, but I just adore how he conveys images. Each time I reread his works, I find myself amazed once again at how beautiful, lush, and evocative his writing is. These are some of my favorites I’ve noticed as I’ve been catching up on the newsletter:

“Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea.”

“The West wind was sighing in the branches. Leaves were whispering. Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk. A star came out above the trees in the darkening East before them.”

“After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the feeling of disquiet left them, and they no longer listened for the sound of hoofs.”

“It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.”

“But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter. Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air.”

“They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet.”

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #so apparently if you made one of your top posts private you only get 4 top posts instead of 5 #what my fifth most popular post was the world shall never know

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audiogold · 1 year

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puutterings · 2 years

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all the valves out, something on impulse; a more engaging occupation

The Wreck had never driven the like of it, although he was confident of his ability, as always. But Timothy had all the valves out, and with a prospect of idle weeks ahead of him, was puttering over the grinding job, in no hurry to complete it. ₁

Later, he had a perfunctory session with one of the books; but he found that puttering around the cars was a more engaging occupation, because it gave him free rein to think. He had discovered that he could easily spend hours thinking about the Kilbourne family, himself, and the situation that had been created by his coming to Kilbourne Heights. Rawlins was not habitually introspective, but there were angles of the matter that needed thinking about. He did not yet clearly see his way through to the end, nor did he discern any necessity for haste; but it was not in human nature — certainly not in his own — to put his mind in charge of a writer of books when there was something else that challenged it in a more personal and portentous way. ₂

She stood in the doorway until he had driven out of sight. An odd feeling of serenity enveloped her. At last, right in the heart of the East, she had done something on impulse. Perhaps she had smashed the hoodoo. She felt her pulse and it seemed to her that it was certainly beating faster than sixty-five. Things were looking up; she did not know why, but she divined it. Charley was puttering at something under the hood of the Carvel, and she called to him. “Do you remember what you said you would do if you had my money, Charley?” He thought for a few seconds. “It was what I’d do if I had your money and what you know about cars, too,” he said, carefully. “All right. What was it?” �� I said I’d buy the place.” “Well, I’ve taken your tip, Charley.” “Ma’am?” “I’ve bought it.” ₃

“Yeah?” drawled Franz. “More psychology? Going to wish a win on him and then tell him it’s you done it?” “I’m going to hold up that baby when he comes puttering around here to-morrow and tell him we can make him win if he wants to, if I have to tie him to a string piece and set on him to make him listen.” Sandy did not have to do that. Luck was with him. He found the millionaire Burton just after he had discharged every man who was working on the boat he hoped would win his race. It was Sandy’s psychological moment. ₄

sources, all E. J. Rath

1 The Nervous Wreck by E. J. Rath, author of Too Much Efficiency, Etc. / “Illustrated with scenes from the play” (Grosset & Dunlap; copyright G. Howard Watt, 1923) : 194 : link same (via hathitrust) : link (both University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, but better reproduction of photos in hathitrust version) 2 The Dark Chapter : A Comedy of Class Distinctions by E. J. Rath, author of The Nervous Wreck, Etc. / (1921, 1922; Copywright G. Howard Watt, 1924) : 93 : link same (via hathitrust) : link (both Ohio State University copy (3rd edn); hathitrust shows title page) from front dj flap : Kilbourne Height was a paradise for tramps. The generous wife of its rich owner had on frequent occasions manifested a fine sympathy for the gentry of restless feet. Wade Rawlings heard of this good Samaritan. Presto. He appears at the door of the sactuary to all intents and purposes “down and out.” This is the Dark Chapter in the life of the leading character who straighway began a most hilarious existence as an adjunct in that most extraordinary family in the rare atmosphere of the Heiths. The warp and woof of his intricate entanglements, his social conquests and numerous other dark chapters of which he became a part, serve to bring about a grand finale which threatens to collapse and detroy forever the masquerading Rawlin’s partnership with a certain bewildered Marian, and his alliance with the beautiful “Queen of Sheba.” No more riotously scintillating comedy has thus far appeared from the pen of E. J. Rath. It is a twin triumph with “The Nervous Wreck.” 3 Gas---Drive in : A High-powered Comedy-romance that Hits on every cylinder, by E. J. Rath, author of The Nervous Wreck, The Dark Chapter, etc. (Grosset & Dunlap, 1921; copyright G. Howard Watt, 1925) : link same (Ohio State University copy) via hathitrust : link from front dj flap : Vivian Norwood loves her automobile. And yet when the car is stolen in the first chapter of this amazing romance-comedy, it isn’t the car that she mourns so much, it’s the loss of a letter marked Personal and Confidental that she had left in a secret pocket. Vivian discovers some information that puts her on the trail of the thieves. And then she buys and begins to operate a garage in the vicinity where the repainted racing car is being run by its mysterious possessor. Regaining that letter becomes the most important thing in Vivian’s life. She meets Richard Hunter, the car’s present master. And she discovers to her horror that she has lost the key to the secret compartment. Where is it? 4 Let’s Go, by E. J. Rath, author of The Nervous Wreck, Etc. (Copyright by G. Howard Watt, 1930) : 22 : link (Ohio State University copy, via hathitrust)

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E.J. Rath is the pseudonym of Edith Rathbone Jacobs Brainerd (1885-1922) and her husband Chauncey Corey Brainerd (1874-1922) wikipedia : link Both were writing independently before their partnership (and marriage), he as a journalist. Several of their stories were made into films.

Both died in 1922 (when the roof of a theater collapsed under heavy snow). And yet numerous titles appeared thereafter, all published — or issued under the copyright held — by G. Howard Watt (?-1940).

William Lampkin (at the Pulp.net) has done some research on the pair, see his “A Fateful Blizzard for two Fictioneers” at ThePulp.Net (January 27, 2023) : link

Some further information at their respective find-a-grave pages : link for Edith, and link for Chauncey. The latter source quotes a Louisville Times tribute, which characterizes their working method as : “she the diviser of the plot and property man, he the literary spinner.” Impossible to know. Am reminded of the Viña / Eugene Delmar partnership.

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E. J. Rath at the Online Books Page : link

23 titles are listed at LC (some of them adaptations by others) : link. The earliest of these is The sixth speed (frontispiece by C. Weber-Ditzler; Moffat, Yard & Company, 1908) This was followed by several published by W. J. Watt : wikipedia : link. Sam (illustrations by Will Grefe; 1915). “Mister 44” (illustrations by George W. Gage; 1916) Too Much Efficiency (frontispiece by Will Foster; 1917) Too Many Crooks (frontispiece by Paul Stahr; 1918) Mantle of silence (frontispiece by George W. Gage; 1920) Good References ((wonderful) frontispiece by Paul Stahr; 1921)

Thereafter, the (posthumous) books are Grosset & Dunlap or G. H. Watt (son of W. J. Watt?).

I would like to know of W. J. and G. Howard Watt, the latter having published (in addition to popular fiction, westerns, mysteries, books about dogs, &c., &c., these huge undetakings in particular —

Karl Köhler, A History of Costume Edited and augmented by Emma von Sichart translated by Alexander K. Dallas M. A. with sixteen plates in colour and about 600 other illustrations and patterns. New York : G. Howard Watt (copyright 1928, published 1930) Wellesley College copy, via archive.org : link

and

Corey Lewis (Louis C. Fraina), his The house of Morgan; a social biography of the masters of money (1930) borrowable at archive.org : link

what a tangled thread, Corey Lewis was Louis C. Fraina (1892-1953), autodidact, brilliant writer, founding member of the Communist Part of the USA, organizer... wikipedia : link

This post has metastasized beyond all sense of order, and will likely be separated out into two entries at the html archive — in due course.

#E. J. Rath #but I digress #G. Howard Watt #Louis C. Fraina #Edith Rathbone #Chauncey Brainerd #in due course

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SCOTT MARTELLE, SCOTT MARTELLE NEWS BOOK REVIEWER

The road to August Kreis' home in Ulysses, Pa., once you make the right turn at the dairy farm off the paved highway, follows a long stretch of gravelly dirt through farms and woodlands, then a twisting, rain-gutted path to the top of a hill. You try to ride the crest of the ruts first on the left, then on the right, like skiing a giant slalom.

You don't see the chained-up Rottweilers off to the side until they start barking and snarling. Another watchdog -- a mongrel -- runs back and forth across the road on a runner lead, and you concentrate on slipping past him, windows rolled up just in case, before you spot Kreis' home, about 50 feet down the side of the hill.

The house is an old trailer, its exterior dusty-white with age. There's an unfinished bedroom addition tacked on to one end with an outside door opening perpendicular to the trailer's main entrance.

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It is here, two hours south of Buffalo in Pennsylvania's rural Potter County, that Kreis and his small band of heavily armed followers await their Armageddon.

"We are ready," says Kreis, a former Ku Klux Klansman who spent his formative years in the urbanized East Coast. "We are always ready. We are prepared to fight."

And who is the enemy?

Just about everybody.

Jews, whom Kreis and his followers believe to be the children and soldiers of Satan. Blacks, whom they believe Jews have led from their God-granted station as servants of Anglo-Saxons, the true Chosen People. And anyone of mixed race, or gays and lesbians, all of whom Kreis and his followers believe to be aberrations of God's will.

In the end, Kreis says with religious fervor, the nation -- created by God for whites -- will be saved.

"We are going to accomplish this by any means necessary," says Kreis, who has emerged as a vocal force in America's ultra-right wing hate movement, a movement that has found new vigor in a nation suddenly reminded of its racial schisms. "If it means our lives, then it means our lives."

All of which makes August Kreis' neighbors very nervous.

"Most people here don't know the history of the (hate) movement, but they get the feeling, especially after he started bringing the skinheads in, that violence follows," says Donald Gilliland, 26, a native of nearby Coudersport. "People are real concerned that something could happen."

If it weren't for the guns and his ambitions, Kreis' neighbors could just dismiss him as another crackpot up in the hills. With some 16,800 people spread over 1,100 square miles, there's a lot of room in Potter County in which to be alone.

That makes it a good place to go off and shoot your guns in solitude, to hate in solitude, to achieve the ultimate in personal segregation.

But going off by himself isn't Kreis' plan. God -- Yahweh, Kreis calls him, after the Old Testament name -- has given him his marching orders. So, as a minister in the obscure but fiercely white supremacist Christian Identity church, Kreis courts notoriety. He is a regular on tabloid television talk shows and radio call-in programs. He updates his far-flung supporters by computer. Two years ago, he hosted "Aryan Summerfest '93," a day-long gathering in the backyard at his homestead, attracting some 350 skinheads and racist hard-core rock bands from around the country. He hopes to hold a sequel in that backyard next summer.

Yet Kreis has grander plans.

Over the past year, up to a dozen men and women -- calling themselves The Messiah's Militia -- have moved into or regularly visited Kreis' homestead. There's a convicted killer known only as Dago. A construction worker from Eastern Pennsylvania who will only give his first name, Mike. And Sal Ganci, a refugee from Brooklyn who learned to hate in race-based street fights as a kid, and who now has found his calling as a "theologian."

They are all settlers, Kreis says, colonizers in his mission to convert this rural stretch of Pennsylvania into an all-white enclave of hatred.

Kreis, who looks like an aging biker without the leather jacket, claims that other supporters, including people from the Buffalo area that he won't identify, have already moved onto their own homesteads in the Potter County hills. And more settlers are expected over the winter, possibly including James Wickstrom, a former leader of the violently anti-government Posse Comitatus, whose parole on a counterfeiting conviction expires in February. Wickstrom, living in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, declined comment on Kreis' work or his own plans.

State Police in Coudersport, who have keeping track of Kreis' activities, say they know of no laws having been broken at Kreis' homestead and will respect his right to live there in peace. Still, citing their Kreis file, they recently helped thwart Wickstrom's request to have his federal parole transferred there.

Kreis has anointed Potter County as a new Aryan homeland because, he says, he feels welcome there, despite a wall of opposition that has risen against him.

"It's a white Christian community," says Kreis, 40, a chatty, bearish man with a full red-tinged beard. "There are practically no Jews here, compared to 'Jew York' and 'Jew Jersey.' It's a white farming community, and we're educating the people.

"What we're finding up here is that a lot of them agree with us, but don't want to say anything because of society's stigma."

From a classic conspiracy theory standpoint, Kreis' contention is inarguable. Over a three-day visit, no local supporters of Kreis could be found for interviews. Kreis says that just proves his point -- his supporters are afraid to be counted. Their absence proves their existence.

Residents, though, say the supporters just aren't there.

"I don't think he's finding any support here," says the Rev. Douglas Orbaker, pastor of the First Presbyterian Church in Coundersport, a village of 3,000 residents in which much of Kreis' opposition has mobilized.

"There is in all of American society a certain amount of racism, racism in the sense of not liking black people, not liking Jews," Mr. Orbaker continues. "And (that racism) is probably because they have never known (minorities), never been close enough to become acquainted with them. That kind of racism. I don't like it, but it's part of American society.

"But it's very different from arming yourself and planning to exterminate the Jews and enslave the blacks."

Mr. Orbaker and others say Kreis' presence has filled Potter County with a tense sense of foreboding. His beliefs, and his arsenal, have bared the darkness that lies within the human heart.

And Kreis presents his new community, his neighbors and anyone else who hears his message of hate, with an uncomfortable specter. He is the extreme extension of their everyday American racism. His hilltop homestead, erected in the name of exclusion and hatred, is the ultimate expression of the beliefs that lead to racist jokes told alongside a bar stool or water cooler, the epithets hurled in anger, the venom that is so pervasive in society.

August Kreis represents the logical extreme of the racism that many people embrace but never consider, whether they live in a small town in Pennsylvania, or a hard-edged post-industrial city on the edge of Lake Erie.

"He says he feels right at home here, that he's no different than most of the people here, just more vocal about it," says Gilliland, who actively opposes him while covering him for the local newspaper.

"Anyone with an understanding of American racism knows that it's second nature. But people here don't buy Kreis' radical form of racism. They don't like him. This is a small area with an insider/outsider mentality.

"Kreis is an outsider."

August Kreis wasn't always a minister of hatred. Born in Newark, N.J., he was raised Protestant but never trusted its teachings.

"I was forced to go to Sunday school and church," he says. "It never made sense."

Kreis dropped out of high school and wound up in the military, serving, he says, on a naval vessel off the coast of Vietnam. After his return, he earned an equivalency diploma and flirted with college courses, but quickly gave up. Kreis managed garden apartments and office complexes in suburban New Jersey, supporting his first wife -- a nurse -- and their three children. His boss, a developer, was Jewish.

"I separated how I felt about them, separated my personal beliefs from business," he says. "So I got along all right."

At the same time, he was becoming increasingly active in the Klan, a response, he says, to watching Newark change from a white working-class community into a mostly black city beset by unemployment, crime and violence. To Kreis, the change in social conditions had less to do with the cold realities of economic racism than his racist perceptions of the character of African-Americans.

"I had seen white flight first-hand," Kreis says. "Once it turned and it was more blacks than whites, the whites were fearful. In the beginning, I thought the blacks were the problem. I didn't understand there was an underlying cause. . . . The Jew is the enemy of all races on the planet."

As word of his increasingly reactionary beliefs became more widely known, his job as a property manager became at risk. "In 1981 it came to light that I was in the Klan and was having meetings in a complex that was 90 percent Jewish and owned by a Jew," Kreis says. "The guy I worked for said 'I have to fire you because nobody wants you here.' "

Kreis moved around for a while, settling near Easton, Pa., before local officials shut off water service to his home for non-payment and then condemned the house, according to Pennsylvania State Police officers tracking Kreis' movements. It was then that Kreis moved to the hilltop camp bought by his brother, a New Jersey contractor. Kreis says his family doesn't share his views, and that he has little contact with them.

"My brother is part of the system, and I guess I scare him," Kreis says, laughing. "He's afraid if they associated him and I, he'd lose his business. I guess I'm an embarrassment to my mom. She's in Florida.

"I don't worry about what anyone thinks. We'd rather stay with our own."

In Kreis' case, that means followers of the Christian Identity movement, which Kreis says he discovered as he was leaving the Klan. The religion lent a pseudo-theological base to his growing belief in an international Jewish conspiracy -- a holdover from old European racist beliefs that historically have launched pogroms and World War II's Holocaust.

"I spent 13 years with the Klan, and I knew something was wrong," Kreis says. "The blacks weren't smart enough to accomplish their agenda. There had to be something evil behind it."

He found the answers, he says, in Christian Identity, an obscure hate-based movement developed in London in the 1870s by author Edward Hine. According to "Armed and Dangerous," a 1987 book by Chicago Tribune reporter James Coates, the religion was imported to the United States by followers in New York City and Detroit.

Hine argued that white Anglo-Saxons are the chosen people of Yahweh, and that Jews are children of Satan. The "religion" teaches that blacks are animals endowed by Yahweh with human traits to better serve their masters, the Anglo-Saxons. Asians, Hispanics, mixed races and homosexuals are insults to Yahweh's will.

"We're trying to do what we believe Yahweh wants us to do," Kreis says. "They should all be destroyed."

It's a religion of lunacy to most people, a mix of invention and selective Biblical readings to build a theological foundation for racism. But it is the operating code of life for Kreis and his followers. Identity ministers and adherents often create their own versions of basic theology through their own readings of works by other Identity followers and the Bible itself.

As Kreis left the Klan for Christian Identity, his first marriage dissolved. Kreis took custody of the children -- two daughters, now 17 and 14, and a son, 7 -- and moved to Ulysses with his new wife, Karley, now 21, a former skinhead. They have a 19-month-old daughter and a second child due in February.

The family, supported by welfare and child-support payments from Kreis' ex-wife, forms the core of the compound. There is no garden -- Kreis says he doesn't know how to put one in. But there is a shooting range where Kreis and his followers can practice their skills with the compound's arsenal, lightweight 9mm handguns to AK-47s and other assault-style weapons, which Kreis claims were bought before the Bush administration banned the most powerful and deadly of these. All on the compound, including children once they're old enough, learn how to use the weapons.

Sentries with two-way radios guard the road. They are waiting, they say, for the inevitable -- a Jewish-directed raid by federal agents, as they claim happened at David Koresh's compound in Waco, Texas, and at the cabin of white separatist Randy Weaver in Ruby Ridge, Idaho.

"But we shoot first," Kreis says. "It won't be like Waco. They won't have to wonder about who shot first. It will be us."

Kreis' arrival in Potter County has drawn three general reactions from his reluctant neighbors: indifference, a wish he just fade away into the forests and indignant fear.

That fear led to a group called Potter County United, an effort by mostly local ministers to counter Kreis' hatred with public awareness about what he stands for. And what they stand against.

For Anne Zedonik, a native of the Erie County Town of Boston and director of a local domestic abuse program, the Aryan Summerfest was a call to action. She helped launch involvement by Potter County United, including petitions printed in the local weekly.

"We had no clue that this gathering was going to happen," Zedonik says. "We realized you don't do confrontational stuff. What you do is state what you believe in.

"August Kreis put himself here, but it's a bigger issue. It's the bigotry and hatred that resides in everyday people. If August Kreis moves, I would hope that our group would go on."

Yet Kreis is the issue. He is the catalyst. And a conundrum.

"I'd say 99 percent of the people here do not sympathize with or come close to agreeing with his theology or his views," says the Rev. Joseph Wolf, pastor of St. Paul's Evangelical Lutheran Church in Coudersport. "Of that 99 percent, maybe 10 percent would take an active stance, which, of course is just what he wants."

To oppose Kreis publicly is to draw attention to him, Mr. Wolf says. But to ignore him is to create a vacuum that Kreis' hatred can fill, leaving room for Kreis to argue that if the community isn't against him, it must be with him.

"He doesn't care what we say about him as long as we spell his name right," Mr. Wolf says. "How do we confront him without giving him the publicity he so desperately seeks?"

The answer, says Mr. Orbaker of First Presbyterian Church, is to set the terms of the exchange. Ignore Kreis while affirming your values.

"I'd be happy if Potter County United never mentions the name of August Kreis again," says Mr. Orbaker. "I would rather (stress) how important it is to live in a world where we get along with each other . . . At the same time, it's necessary to keep some tabs on him."

Potter County United has held 10 private organizing meetings and sponsored two public forums on hate groups in Pennsylvania.

"Kreis tried to intimidate the people there by videotaping them," Mr. Wolf says of the first session. "He was pretty quiet. He had 15 or 20 people with him. At the second meeting, Kreis was more outspoken. Kreis was a dominating force, challenging local ministers to public Bible studies and debates.

For Mr. Wolf, nothing can be gained from a public Biblical encounter with Kreis. "I believe (Kreis) creates his own reality," says Mr. Wolf. It's hard to debate meaningfully with anyone who does that."

Beyond revulsion, Kreis' presence in the community has forced others to consider what they believe, Mr. Wolf and others say.

Some have discovered that when confronted with such hatred, they'd rather ignore it than react. Some have found they can't abide by their own Christian precepts of live and let live, and they have rallied to counter Kreis' venom. Some have looked within themselves and their own feelings about other races.

"One of Coudersport's biggest problems is that it's too comfortable -- people are happy with things the way they are," says Mr. Wolf, who moved to the village 2 1/2 years ago from Columbus, Ohio. "We need to be ready to challenge our own prejudices and biases. The clergy, through the schools and our own congregations, can confront those biases.

"If there can be some good out of this, it may be that."

The community has saved its strongest attention for the weapons. They can ignore the words. The guns are another story.

"The people of Ulysses are scared of him, and rightfully so," says Mr. Wolf.

The American hate movement has a long history of violence. Since the 1983 killing of two federal marshals in North Dakota by a Posse Comitatus leader, more than two dozen people have died. Most of that violence went unnoticed by the nation. Then came the April 19 bombing of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 169 people and injuring 600. Timothy J. McVeigh, formerly of Pendleton, is one of two white separatists charged with the crime.

Kreis believes the federal government was actually behind the bombing, and expects its agents to eventually come after him, too.

The belief borders on paranoia. As a recent interview was ending at Kreis' camp, a helicopter could be heard in the distant hills. Kreis and two armed followers glanced anxiously at the sky. One spoke over the two-way radio with a sentry as they tried to figure out whether the helicopter signaled an imminent assault on the camp. The chopper never came into view, and Kreis and his followers shrugged as the tell-tale whup-whup of the rotors faded into the distance.

Kreis says he expects a showdown soon.

"Our only fear would be with our children, with letting the government get ahold of them," says Kreis. "I would rather see the children be in Yahweh's hands than the state's hands. But we would never commit suicide. It would be the government that did it. We're not kamikazes. If we're going to do something, we're going to get away with it.

"In our mind, we are not afraid to die. Yahweh will take care of us. If he wants to make martyrs of us, he'll let them kill us."

As Kreis and his followers await their Armageddon, so do their neighbors. But they have different visions of what it will mean: good versus evil, or insanity versus reality.

In some ways, the fear Kreis has injected into Potter County is drawn from theater. They're in the first act of a Chekhov play, and a gun has appeared on the stage.

The only question is when, and how, it will be used.

#DISCIPLES OF HATE AN AMBITIOUS RACIST REFLECTS THE DARKNESS OF THE HUMAN HEART #ulysses pennsylvania #aryans #white supremacy #white racism in america #nazi's #white racism and hate groups

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Lorain-Carnegie Bridge (Hope Memorial Bridge)

Lorain and Carnegie Aves.

Cleveland, OH

The Lorain–Carnegie Bridge, now the Hope Memorial Bridge, is a 4,490-foot-long art deco truss bridge crossing the Cuyahoga River in Cleveland, Ohio. The bridge connects Lorain Avenue on Cleveland's west side and Carnegie Avenue on the east side, terminating just short of Progressive Field. A bond issue to pay for the bridge was passed in 1921, but construction was delayed for years due to squabbles over how the money would be spent. The bridge was completed in 1932 at a cost of $4.75 million. It stands 93 feet above the river's waterline in order to allow shipping to pass unobstructed. A second, lower deck designed to carry truck and commercial traffic was never put into service.

Four pairs of statues designed by sculptor Henry Hering and architect Frank Walker, officially named the Guardians of Traffic, are sculpted onto opposite-facing ends of two pairs of pylons, a pair at each end of the viaduct. They symbolize progress in transportation. Each Guardian holds a different vehicle in its hands: a hay wagon, a covered wagon, a stagecoach, and a 1930s-era automobile, as well as four types of motorized trucks used for construction. The bridge was listed in the National Register of Historic Places on October 8, 1976. The bridge was renovated in the early 1980s. On September 1, 1983, the Lorain–Carnegie bridge was officially renamed the "Hope Memorial Bridge."

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DNBNL X SLPS London

DNBNL x SLPS, an intimate pop-up show in the heart of East London at 93 Feet East in collaboration with one of America’s biggest and best pop-up event brands, Brownies & Lemonade. Featuring a headline set from Wilkinson plus an unannounced lineup of some of the UK’s finest D&B talent and surprise special guests. This event marks the London debut of Brownies & Lemonade’s DNBNL.

#brownies and lemonade #dnbnl #dnb

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Todays adventure started with schlepping our gear to the bottom of 2 sets of stairs and a big ass hill. Thank goodness for Jim and Devin who did the heavy lifting. I say its because they love us, but they probably didn't want to listen to us whine either. LOL. Once that was done, we got the gear loaded and off to Kelowna HD we go as they open at 830 am.

Once there I head to the parts department to look for that plastic piece that goes on the top of your tour pack that helps latch the lid. It seems after 5 years of use, the lip that keeps if locked in place has worn down and my tour pack will no longer stay closed. Bad news, they didn't have it. Good news...we carry paracord and cargo nets in our bikes. Now for gas and on our way.

• We took Highway 33 South out of Kelowna and the temp was a nice 76 degrees. This highway was fantastic woth nice pavement and miles of sweeping curves to have fun on. the speed limit was 90 kpm but we were easily doing 110. After about an hour we pulled into a nice rest area to stretch and enjoy the shade. While there a father daughter combo rode in on their bikes. We had a great convo with them. They were visiting Canada from Switzerland. Riding the Alps is their normal so the long flat roads in parts of Camada were a little birning for them.

Not long after we left the rest stop, we crossed the border back into the US north or Curlew, WA. By this time it was a hot 93 degrees. Hottest temps of our trip so far. We wound our way south on 2 lane roads and along the Kettle River. The water looked so good, we stopped and put our feet in for a little bit. After a gas fill up, we followed the mighty Columbia River 40 miles south before turning east to our final destination for the night near Sandpoint, ID.

See as I am posting this the day after, our day today will be short as it is the last day on the bikes.

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5 reasons why US companies prefer Excelize as their BIM outsourcing partner

We have been players in the BIM services business for over a decade now. We have delivered state of the art Building Information Modelling services to architecture, engineering, and construction companies across the world. We are now present in the USA, along with the Middle East and India. It has always been our endeavor to drive ongoing improvement in all the phases of the building lifecycle from planning to execution. Tackling massive scale is not new for us -consider our recent project Maha Metro Rail Corporation’s Nagpur Metro in India. The city-wide construction had a total length of 40+ km, 36 stations, and 2 depots.

While Excelize has been adding immense value to the building industry in Asia, it’s our work in the USA that gives us special pride. This is the leading economy of the world and projects there have the scale and vision to challenge the best companies. It’s gratifying to make a mark and gain the trust of construction majors there. Here are 5 reasons why US companies have faith in us!

Putting scale into perspective

With over 10 years of experience behind us, addressing scale is not an issue for us. We have been exposed to gigantic projects (like the Nagpur Metro). But perhaps more importantly, for these projects, we have had the good fortune of being involved in providing end-to-end solutions. We have seen every detail of these huge projects and we have found a way to deliver impact. This is why US companies trust us with massive projects.

For e.g., we were extremely proud of our solutions for a residential tower project in Florida. This is a skyscraper, 650-feet tall with 60-floors of housing. This high-end complex even included a robotic parking garage providing 284 parking spaces for 132 units allowing unit owners to park cars right outside their unit on each floor. It’s fair to say that projects of this scale that rely on advanced technologies such as robotics and IoT are next to impossible to pull off without the precision and insight of BIM modeling.

A portfolio without borders (of any kind)

We are extremely proud of our international exposure. We have been bringing the best BIM solutions to companies in some of the fastest-growing construction markets of the world. For e.g., we have a significant footprint in the FIFA World Cup-fueled Qatar market. Some of the other international projects undertaken by us were the Greenfield infrastructure project as well as a multi-specialty Hospital in the Middle East and the refurbishment project of a 52-year-Old University Library Building in California. Our portfolio talks loudly and confidently. The exposure is not just to different geographies. It’s varied in the kinds of projects we do. The experience required to model a heritage building is very different from the learnings you would take away from a metro project. It’s this combination of skills that our US customers value.

At Excelize, experience is the best teacher

Although this is the norm, we feel that in a field which is ever-evolving and growing on a daily basis, experience is everything. As construction technology changes and the boundaries of what is possible with BIM are being pushed outwards it is critical to have a sound foundation to base your efforts on. Being so hands-on with our projects has taught us many valuable lessons over the years. A decade of working on such large projects has fine-tuned teams to work together. Problem-solving is second-nature to us. The challenges faced on the diverse projects we have worked on have made us this way -a team forged in the fire of rich experience.

The proof is in the pudding

You have probably seen stats like 83% of the expert BIM users experienced a positive ROI and 93% of the users strongly believed in the potential of gaining more value in the future. (These are according to a McGraw Hill report). It’s probably stats like these that have convinced more and more construction projects in the US turn to BIM.

Now, sample these stats:

– 8% cost saving over projected DPR costs achieved in a $ 1.2 Billion project.

– 66% saving of time in creating a Clash Detection and Resolution (CDR) model for a renovation project covering 74,000 sq. ft.

– 97% accuracy in predicting the quantity of steel consumed in a residential project of 28 floors.

These are actual results delivered by Excelize by leveraging the power of BIM. It’s results like these that convince construction companies of our capabilities to add value.

Keeping sustainability at the center of modeling

It’s no secret that green practices are important in the USA. This is especially true after the recent discussions between the American Institute of Architects Committee on the Environment (AIA/COTE) and the U.S. Green Building Council (USGBC). The discussion reflects the growing focus on green or sustainable design, which is something that BIM modeling can help with.

It is needs like this that are driving the USA construction companies to look to make more investments in Information Technology-driven solutions like BIM. But those investments are not going through, as was reported in Moody’s last “Global Construction Outlook” report. The single biggest reason for the investments faltering was the lack of skilled people. Of course, this is where we come in! Our people have the domain knowledge, they know the best tools like Revit, and they have the exposure and experience that the USA demands. It’s a question of being in the right place at the right time.

And, as mentioned, we pride ourselves on offering end-to-end solutions. This means our clients don’t have to coordinate with numerous vendors. We take over everything- from BIM services, CAD services, construction sequencing services, and even Point Cloud to BIM.

This combination seems to be what’s making us stand out when USA-based construction companies look for a BIM partner. Is this the combination of skills and experience that you are looking for?

#excelize #BIM

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The Three Houses of the Edain

Along with a guide detailing all the clans of the Elves, explaining the different types and how each is formed, I thought I should also write a similar guide for the race of Men. In this breakdown, we will cover the Three Houses of the Edain.

The Three Houses' Lineage

Like the Elves thousands of years earlier, the first Men would awaken in the far east of Middle-earth, in a land called Hildórien. Their waking coincides with the first ever sunrise, the only sunrise to occur in the West before it would take on our well known pattern of rising in the East and setting in the West.

Having awaited the coming of the second Children of Ilúvatar, Morgoth springs into action when Men awake, seeking to corrupt them to his will. This would bring about conflict between the groups of Men, and one such group would migrate westward, seeking for the rumored Great Sea and the Light that lived there.

For a time, this group of Men, consisting of three distinct tribes, travel together. At some point in their travels, the tribes divide into two hosts - two tribes move north, and the other south. The Lesser Folk arrive at the Sea of Rhûn and would live at the feet of the nearby hills in the southwest. The Greater Folk would arrive later and live in the northeast woods near the shores of the sea. As the Greater Folk come to craft boats with which to sail the sea, they discover the Lesser Folk. They would maintain a kinship with this tribe of Men, though their languages had already diverged greatly from their original common tongue.

In their wandering, the Lesser Folk meet the Moriquendi, or the Dark Elves - those who did not seek out the Light of Valinor. The Lesser Folk adopt many words and devices that influence their language. Not only do they befriend the Elves, but they also encounter the Dwarves of the East whenever they travel near the mountains. Eventually, both the Lesser Folk and the Greater Folk would continue their great journey westward. Some among the Greater Folk would break away and settle in the lands of Rhovanion, becoming the ancestors of the Northmen. The Northmen themselves would be the ancestors of the Men of places like Rohan and Lake-town.

As for the tribe taking the southern route, they would settle for a time in the valleys of the White Mountains - the range that runs through what will much later become the realm of Gondor. Eventually, they would continue their journey west. At this time, they are joined by a group of folk who they refer to as Drûg, the peoples we would later know as the Drúedain or Woses. While the people of this house would make their way ever westward, some of their number remain behind, settling in Minhiriath and Eriador - becoming the ancestors of the Enedwaith and the Gwaithuirim. The Gwaithuirim will be better known as the Dunlendings - the Men often at war with Rohan and would later side with Saruman in the War of the Ring.

Eventually, the three tribes cross Eriador and come to the Blue Mountains. A leader of the Lesser Folk named Bëor leads his people to become the first Men to enter Beleriand in 310 of the First Age (FA). One night, as Bëor and his men are camped in Ossiriand, Finrod - son of Finarfin - stumbles upon them, becoming the first Elf of Beleriand to learn of the arrival of Men. As they begin to wake, Finrod plays his music, enchanting these early Men and befriending them. Finrod advises Bëor and his people to settle in Estolad, a realm ruled by the twin sons of Fëanor - Amrod and Amras. However, Bëor would travel with Finrod to Nargothrond, serving as his vassal until 355 FA, when he dies at the age of 93. In one of Tolkien’s most bittersweet passages on the topic of mortality, it is said:

“And when [Bëor] lay dead, of no wound or grief, but stricken by age, the Eldar saw for the first time the swift waning of the life of Men, and the death of weariness which they knew not in themselves; and they grieved greatly for the loss of their friends. But Bëor at the last had relinquished his life willingly and passed in peace; and the Eldar wondered much at the strange fate of Men, for in all their lore there was no account of it, and its end was hidden from them.” - The Silmarillion, “Of the Coming of Men into the West”

In memory of their great forebear, the group descended from the Lesser Folk would be known as the House of Bëor - everafter known as the First House of the Edain. The House of Bëor would remain loyal to the House of Finarfin, and is remembered as Men who are dark-haired and stoutly built. It is said that, compared to the Elves, they most resemble the Ñoldor. Years later, under the rule of Boromir, great grandson of Bëor, their people would be given the lands of Ladros in Dorthonion as a fiefdom of their own under Finrod’s brothers - Angrod and Aegnor. The House of Bëor would bring about famous members such as Beren, the husband of Lúthien, and his father Barahir.

The Second House would enter Beleriand in 312 FA, arriving in small groups and coming to the woods of Ossiriand. Known at this time as the Haladin, we are told these Men often have strife amongst themselves. In addition, the Wood Elves of Ossiriand are unfriendly to them. Unlike the House of Bëor, they would dwell in Thargelion, without the permission of its ruler Caranthir - another of Fëanor’s sons.

Morgoth, having heard of the arrival of hostile Men to Beleriand, sends his forces to attack in 375 FA. After being raided by Orcs, the scattered groups of the Haladin come under the leadership of Haldad, who builds a stockage between the angle of the rivers of Gelion and Ascar, south of Sarn Athrad. When both Haldad and his son are slain, his daughter Haleth takes leadership of their house, and leads her people in holding back the onslaught of Morgoth’s forces for a week, when Caranthir’s army comes to their aid.

In honor of her valor, Caranthir offers Haleth’s people a fiefdom in his lands. However, Haleth declines and leads her people through Estolad and the dreadful valley of Nan Dungortheb, which is famously inhabited by the spawn of the spider creature Ungoliant. They come for a short time to Talath Dirnen, the Guarded Plain. Finally, King Thingol of Doriath gives to the Haladin the forest of Brethil in which to dwell - the only condition being that they defend the crossings of Teiglin. The Second House of the Edain is ever after known for the brave woman who led them in war and wandering, and the House of Haleth settles around the capital of Amon Obel, becoming great woodsmen of the realm. Among them still are some of the Drûg, who likewise inhabit the forests of Brethil and are counted among the Edain.

Finally, we come to the Third House. The final group of the Edain to enter Beleriand do so from the South. This group, initially known as the Folk of Marach, is the largest of the three houses and also the most warlike, so much so that they frighten the Green Elves of Ossiriand and are therefore bidden to continue their travels to Estolad as the House of Bëor had done. Of all the houses, they would remain in Estolad the longest and would in time become close allies with the House of Fingolfin.

Fingolfin would rule from Barad Eithel as High King of the Ñoldor, and allow the Folk of Marach, now ruled by his grandson Magor, to settle in the southern slopes of the Ered Wethrin. In 416 FA, Magor’s own grandson Hador leads his people as they are given a land of their own as a fiefdom. Thus, the House of Hador comes to rule the lands of Dor-lómin. As a gift, Hador is given the Dragon Helm by Fingolfin’s son Fingon, which would become a great heirloom of his house. The House of Hador would fight bravely alongside the Ñoldor in all the coming wars of Beleriand. From the House of Hador, we see great heroes arrive such as Húrin and Túrin, and Huor and Tuor.

It is these Three Houses of Men that would stand against Morgoth in the First Age, and it would be for their bravery and valor that their descendants would be given the great land of Númenor. In the face of the Dark Lord himself, we see their unflinching will to stand against him, as evidenced by the words of Húrin of the House of Hador.

“‘You say it,’ said Morgoth. ‘I am the Elder King: Melkor, first and mightiest of all the Valar, who was before the world, and made it. The shadow of my purpose lies upon Arda, and all that is in it bends slowly and surely to my will. But upon all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of Doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair. Wherever they go, evil shall arise. Whenever they speak, their words shall bring ill counsel. Whatsoever they do shall turn against them. They shall die without hope, cursing both life and death.’

But Húrin answered. ‘Do you forget to whom you speak? Such things you spoke long ago to our fathers; but we escaped from your shadow. And now we have knowledge of you, for we have looked on the faces that have seen the Light, and heard the voices that have spoken with Manwë. Before Arda you were, but others also; and you did not make it. Neither are you the most mighty; for you have spent your strength upon yourself and wasted it in your own emptiness. No more are you now than an escaped thrall of the Valar, and their chain still awaits you.’

‘You have learned the lessons of your masters by rote,’ said Morgoth. ‘But such childish lore will not help you, now they are all fled away.’

‘This last then I will say to you, thrall Morgoth,’ said Húrin, ‘and it comes not from the lore of the Eldar, but is put into my heart in this hour. You are not the Lord of Men, and shall not be, though all Arda and Menel fall in your dominion. Beyond the Circles of the World you shall not pursue those who refuse you.’” - The Children of Húrin, “The Words of Húrin and Morgoth”

Throughout the wars of the First Age, the Houses of the Edain would intermarry and their differences would become less distinct. The Second House would nearly be wiped out throughout the course of the First Age, with few surviving the War of Wrath. The Edain surviving the war would be led to their new island home by their first king - Elros, the brother of Elrond. Elros, being a descendant of not only both unions of Man and Elf, but also of all three houses of the Edain, leads his people to their glorious new future. And while the Edain had lifespans nearing 90 years, the Númenóreans are blessed with life thrice that of normal Men. However, even this great lifespan would not always be enough for the Númenóreans to come.

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