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silentmagi · 3 days
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Rising Star
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Welcome back friends, I’m glad you chose to stop back. Please pull up a seat and stay a while. Now, where were we? Ah yes, Star was getting more reading materials, and collected some scrolls. So we were going to see what was found. It was a four-way split.
1) Maps and Notes2) Spells and Notes3) Love LettersAnd 5) Let’s go check in with Luna!
I have rolled a d4 to pick the next step and it came up that we are going to check in with Luna. So time to see what is going on with the darling bard.
Sitting in the sunlit center of time, Luna’s fingers plucked at the strings as she continued playing for the good citizens. Her eyes danced with mirth as she saw them enjoying her music. But her eyes had been sharp and keen for the sight of her traveling companion. She had proven to be a masterful tale untold, one that Luna wanted to learn more about. It was almost adorable how much she protested not being the central figure in this story.
The refusal of the call to action was such a delightful element to the story and she wanted to see more about where it would lead. But also, she was taking her to Castledale, the heart of the kingdom’s knowledge and power. There were bound to be secrets galore she could glean from being there.
This little quest was going nicely, and she only felt sorrow at the prospect of it ending. 
Strumming out a playful little tune for the children to dance and play to, she reflected on that. Why was this such a change of her usual pace? What could be the cause for this sense of loss?
Why did she want to see Star smile in victory so much?
There was more of a story to her disinterest in just the tale to tell that she had been trying to avoid thinking about, something that was growing harder and harder with each passing moment. The way she lit up about her studies, the scrunching of her nose at the prospect of plodding through the mud and the muck, and she had a nice singing voice that she shared with her, something she felt was rare and she was gifted with it.
Pausing between songs, she stilled with her hand gripping her cup as a thought occurred to her. If this was a story she was telling, she would suggest the bard was smitten with the cute little wizard.
Oh, this was a problem she would have to work out. She didn’t want to be tied down, and she couldn’t tell if Star was welcome to a more open situation. She would have to talk with her about this. Finishing her break, she flexed her hand and looked at the crowd to judge their mood before picking a song to play for them.
This time she decided to take inspiration from her thoughts and began a love ballad, one about two ancient deities searching the heavens for each other, and their silly adventures. She watched as the audience laughed and sang along with the refrain. It was a good one to end the show on, and then she could go get the meal at the inn.
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flagbridge · 7 months
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Audio: Luca Gaudiano POTO Italy 15/10/2023 Debut
Audio of Luca Gaudiano's haunting and beautiful debut as the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera in Milan, Italy at the afternoon performance on October 15, 2023. Full Audio to come.
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sersh · 1 year
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EMMA MACKEY Vanity Fair EE Rising Star pre-BAFTAs party on February 2nd 2023
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Sharon Tate photographed by Pierluigi Praturlon for MGM Studios 1965
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misanocircuit · 3 months
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the beginning of a career: Pedro Acosta edition
...and it's just the start ;)
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fleet-follows · 7 months
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10.) Rising Star is the mother of Rainbow Pileus and her sisters. She has a deficiency which makes her feathers grow in incorrectly and so cannot fly well on most occasions. She works as an agent under Commander Hurricane.
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retropopcult · 2 years
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Robert Redford on the set of The Electric Horseman, 1979
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Old Time Religion - The Mighty Voices Of Thunder (Old Time Religion / Cold Winter Night, 1974)
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Victoria Monét is set to receive the Rising Star Award from Billboard!! ✨⭐️🌟⭐️✨
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Keke Palmer
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silentmagi · 1 month
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Rising Star
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Thank you again for all of those still with me, I hope you’re enjoying the story thus far. If you’re wanting to make suggestions for future parts of the story, please feel free to leave comments. I’d love to hear more about your thoughts! Last time, we were finding out how the information is given to Star, and the results show up that:
1 The mayor himself is more than happy to talk.
Sorry, this one got a bit long on me.
Having filled up, Star left Luna’s enchanting music behind to knock on the door to the Town Hall. The squat stone and wood building being only slightly better kept than the rest of the town. Instead of finding some bored bureaucratic servant barely awake at their post, she was greeted by the mayor himself.
“WELCOME! Welcome!” the portly man proclaimed as he opened the door and ushered her into the hall. “I’m Mayor Gregor, and welcome to Tricreek! I see your bard friend has drawn quite the crowd. Quite the crowd indeed. How wonderful!”
With a hearty laugh, he stroked the bushy white mustache that consumed the entire area of his face above his lips and going well into his rosy cheeks. “Now you must be curious about all the going ons about the town, I dare say.”
“Actually mayor, I was wondering if there were any messages from Castledale? Star Crescent would be the name they’d be under,” the poor mage student cut in gently, trying to be about her business.
“Oh of course, of course, pardon the mess, I gave the scribes a chance to go enjoy the bard, young people you know?” he chuckled as he meandered over to the shelves, and began going through one marked ‘Castledale’ above it. Pulling out a set of reading glasses he settled them on his nose and began going through the sheaf of papers. “Let’s see… No, no, notice of the college of magic being closed to new admissions temporarily due to the magic disruption, no, no, ah, here we are. A letter from the dean to you.”
Holding out the folded letter, she recognized the wax seal and took it. It was from the college, and probably important, however she felt like indulging the mayor. “Now that the official business is finished, I noticed that you have a druidic presence in town, were they a part of the founding?”
It felt odd, pushing off her duties and self-imposed quest to restore magic to learn more about a town that was so close to her goal, but she knew that her thirst for knowledge would not let her leave such a font of lore and wisdom untapped. Perhaps, there was something in the history that could guide her further in unlocking magic once again.
“Oh right you are! Sharp eyes on you, but that’s to be expected from a student of your caliber to be attending the university there with the dean’s attention on you,” the mayor praised her as he stood in front of the window, watching the bustling town center. “Oh it was many generations ago that the druids helped some farmers form the little village. Back then there was only a farmer’s market and town hall if you can believe it. We thrived due to trade, and the mill a ways up the road. That I suppose you might have visited, since you came in on their cart.”
Seeing her expression, he let out a laugh. “Oh don’t worry so much youngin’. It’s the way of the small town to know everything going on within minutes of it happening. Why I remember back in my day we knew that the old mayor was having a row with his wife before even he did! Real scrapper that woman, and their fights were the stuff of tales. Never could look at a cast iron pan the same again after their last one.”
“Was there a reason for their fights or…” she probed, curious about the nature of the fights..
The mayor let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “Oh, the usual, he was sleeping with her lover behind her back, and they hadn’t worked out the laws on multiple partners back then. There’s parts of the story that followed the fights I dare say would be topics of some books you’ve never read in the library.”
Not that she was going to correct him, but there was most certainly a very robust section of the library that she may or may not have had a browsing through between semesters.
“So, the druids?”
“Ah yes! The druids, wonderful folk. If you’re going to Castledale from here, you will pass one of their groves,” the mayor explained before tapping his chin in thought. “Yes… hmm…”
Turning back to the shelves, he began going through a drawer on the side, pulling out packages and looking them over before setting them back inside. “Perhaps you might do me a favor, young lady. It will only be an hour out of your way, and if you leave first thing in the morning, you’d be able to stay the night in the grove.”
Pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment, he peered through one end, reading the words before putting it back. “Forgive me, it has been a while, but we have some things to send to them, and have not had a chance to do so with the recent weather and loss of magic.”
“You said that it would be on our way?” she prompted watching him pull out a small tube and read the label on the side before putting it carefully back into the drawer.
“Yes, yes, quite right, a lovely grove, I took a trip there once myself, met my husband there if you would believe it. Ah!” he cheered, pulling out a scroll case with Celestial Grove on a tag on one end. “Here we are. My father-in-law is the head of the druidic order. Could you please take this to him. I’ll arrange for you and your bard friend to have a room at the inn tonight, and the finest meal on me.”
“Thank you sir, I’m honored to help you,” she offered, taking the scroll case from him. “Might you give us directions?”
“Certainly, certainly. It’s just up the main road out of town towards Castledale,” he began pointing in the direction they were heading. “There will be two trails to the right, and then one to the left marked with a flat stone shaped like a tree. Take that path and stay on it. The druids will find you long before you get to the grove and guide you the rest of the way.”
“Understood, thank you for the room and meal.”
“Of course! You are doing this town a great service,” he offered with a laugh before going into another story about the old days, never finishing his first one about the druids.
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bobbie-robron · 8 months
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ny is spamming my phone
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Sharon Tate in Paris 1965
Photography by Hatami
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watching tv ('the electric horseman')
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Gabrielle Creevy 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿
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