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toomanycharr · 5 years

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30 Days of GW2 Thingger - Day 26

Day 26 — List your characters and their levels (... All of them? Yikes. This is going to need a CUT. Sorry, mobile users!) Welp, if I’m doing this I might as well go all out! Images and descriptions under the cut! GOOD LUCK!

My character list does change a lot, but this is correct as of 04/04/2019 Let’s... Do this.

Rrul Rivecleave - Level 58 Warrior. Legionnaire of Cleave Warband, Blood Legion. Tea Saltfurred - Level 23 Guardian. A nega-Tea Sandfurred. Blood Legion. Roar Skadason - Level 80 Guardian. One of the last followers of Ox, blessed by bear. Malin Lunarstone - Level 80 Druid. Member of Lunar Warband, Ash, and seer of the Conclave. Temac Gemstrike - Level 80 Thief. Member of Gem Warband and professional deviant.

Veta Wraithvine - Level 80 Necromancer. Member of Vine warband and Apprentice of James Dulac of the Conclave. Salty Tea - Level 80 Dragonhunter. Big angry blood girl who is currently on holiday, hence the clothing. Grus Lunarspark - Level 80 Scrapper. Captain of Lunar Warband, still acts like an iron cub. Tea Sandfurred - Level 80 Scourge. My fursona, who does WvW. Ash Legion. Apnea Spiritmaul - Level 80 Chronomancer. Professional scribe, and domination mesmer. Part of Spirit Warband.

King Tyant - Level 80 Dragonhunter. Legion deserter and loving charr dad. Vega Brinegut - Level 80 Reaper. Angry privateer gal. Arius Errantbeast - Level 80 Renegade. Proud Blood Legion soldier who is haunted by the ghost of Hierophant Burntsoul. Tamika Dustshot - Level 80 Druid. Jazz-singing DR-Charr. Xyx Blacklunar - Level 80 Ranger. Raven-taming cub and ‘intern’ of Lunar Warband.

Cyclamen of Noon - Level 74 Warrior. Soundless Berserker. Freki the Vile - Level 80 Guardian. Angry Blood Bitch. Third oldest character on the roster. Speldan (Cinderquell) - Level 80 Ranger. Member of Cinder warband of Iron. Her pet is an asshole. Can’t be Charrsed - Level 80 Beserker. Name says it all. Iron Legion. Nenqe Splinterwatch - Level 80 Warrior. MIA. Location: Unknown. Iron Legion.

Geier Hearthhew - Level 80 Deadeye. Ex-flame legion cub who joined the renegades in their fight. Seamstress Kombucha - Level 80 Tempest. Gold-hungry tailor with links to the crime scene of Amnoon. Artaios Earthshaker - Level 80 Tempest. Aka Sad dad. An Elementalist whose love of earth magic slowly saw him become encased in stone. The oldest character on the roster. Based on Earthshaker from Fight Rising. Arcturis Spiritmaw - Level 53 Warrior. Bag opener and Co-Legionnaire of Spirit Warband of Iron. Twin of Eris Spiritheart. Skellur Boomvaunt - Level 47 Engineer. Big headed Iron lad, remade on EU.

Syn Thunderstalker - Level 80 Chronomancer. Flame legion asshole. Reinga Spurscald - Level 20 Elementalist. Legion deserter who wishes to become Flame Legion’s next god. Tea Apnea - Level 80 Necromancer. Self insert. It me. Running With Wolves - Level 80 Scourge. Olmakhan Sandshifter. Sergi Serpentclaw - Level 80 Herald. Warrior of Claw Warband, and second oldest on the roster. HATES flame Legion.

Tea Ursinnehare - Level 80 Berserker. Follower of Raven, with the might of bear. Ominous Apparition - Level 80 Renegade. She’s a ghost. Spoopy. Xyx Blackrune - Level 80 Scrapper. The OG Xyx. Ash Legion. Vicka Renfana - Level 80 Ranger. Follower of Snow leopard, wanderer. Wiggly. Eris Spiritheart - Level 80 Herald. Co-legionnaire of Spirit Warband, twin of Arcturis. Mousepouncer.

Aries Hellebore - Level 80 Guardian. A dreamer who looks an awful lot like a courtier. Transports goods to markets for coin. Orra Clamorspite - Level 36 Guardian. Likes to hit things with hammers, be they living or metal. Gurs Tarslash - Level 38 Elementalist. Iron Legion tinkerer who learnt to use Flame’s tar elementals against them. Klovan - Level 47 Elementalist. Forgemaster.

Breve Blackeye - Level 31 Thief. Deceased. An ex-inquest test subject who turned to booze and drugs to numb his pain. Killed by Malin Lunarstone, whilst researching the ‘Blue Orchid’ poison. The Displacer Beast - Level 28 Charr mesmer. IC, Tabus Chaosbeast. The second sky in Malin’s story. Xyx Blacktea - Level 80 Soulbeast. Chef and Feline fibromyalgia sufferer. Black warband of Ash. Tiffany Salter - Level 24 thief. Street rat. Aries the Obstinate - Level 80 Firebrand. Mist warrior, often seen walking the walls of Stonemist Castle.

Loot Crazed Charr - Level 2 thief. Uh..... Tiburtius Rendsight - Level 47 Revenant. Legionnaire of Rend warband of Blood. Xyx Blackbriar - Level 80 Renegade. I’m sure this character had a role IC but I can't remember it. Firstmate Razormaw - Level 60 engineer. Firstmate of the Neptunes Rovers pirates. Galao Blackcandle - Level 80 Ranger. Another chef of Black Warband, but this time a very upper-class-type one.

Mayall Stargazer - Level 80 Berserker. Member of Star warband, who track the stars and planets around Tyria. Parus Direblight - Level 80 Scourge. Member of Dire Warband, who once ran the security in bars of DR for coin. Kangra Silverbrew - Level 20 Renegade. Brewmaster of an extremely popular beer and ale company. Glistertooth - Level 80 Necromancer. A charr that got trapped in the Mad King’s Labyrinth. Kallisti Smokehunt - Level 20 Engineer. Iron legion tinkerer with a love of pistols.

Neonnoir - Level 80 Holosmith. Part of a priory team working with asura tech. Ceres Siezescrap - Level 80 Warrior. Iron Legion soldier who just wants some peace and quiet. Rau Bitterbark - Level 44 Guardian. Ex-primus who holds Fahrar refreshers for charr who need reminding of how to be a charr. Blood. Skellur Boomtooth - Level 69 Engineer. Loud, proud Iron Legion legionnaire who loves explosions and yelling. Xyx Blackraze - Level 6 thief. One of Neonnoir’s underlings.

Stormcaller Rihuka - Level 2 Elementalist. Olmakhan Stormcaller. Congou (Drakedame) - Level 80 Ranger. Drake breeder of Ash Legion. Rauch the Brusque - Level 80 Deadeye. Possibly the worst spy in Ash Legion. Auxantios - Level 80 Scrapper. Scrapper who got frustrated with the legions, so became an alchemist operating from the woods. Falk Blazebane - Level 50 Warrior. King’s adopted son, who is currently attempting to settle into Blood Legion, and failing.

Volca Slashthroat - Level 20 Warrior. Blood Legion Centurion who wishes to purge all charr that do not follow her specific way of thinking. An asshole. Skrica Saltfiend - Level 9 Elementalist. Flame Legion Shaman in Training. Yaxa Oozemaw - Level 80 Mirage. Wanderer. Got her last name for the first time her warband found her, fighting tooth and claw with oozes. Teuen Venomwolf - Level 80 Thief. Soldier of Wolf Warband, Ash Legion. Professional poisoner. Spinel Blackcarve - Level 32 Mesmer. Jeweller and stone/bone carver. Member of Black Warband.

Raju Banefell - Level 20 guardian. Bane fighter of the Banefell warband. Once stood in for the part of a renegade but she is Blood Legion. Tuocha Blacksnow - Level 23 Necromancer. A charr born to Vigil soldiers in the Shiverpeaks, always thinks Ascalon is too hot. Soldier of Black Warband. Badly Made Fursuit - Level 25 Elementalist. Let’s pretend this doesn’t exist. Mitho Deathgrip - Level 43 Elementalist. Ex-member of Death Warband, Mitho is now but a lowly gladium; but she won’t admit to that. ... That only took me 2 and a half hours. Phew!

#LONG POST #charr galore

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bittytorhture-blog · 5 years

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V and Bitty in the Club @DerangedVishous

Bitty:

Music blared in her room, as she laid upon her bed staring at ceiling. Tomorrow night was her first day of training. Which she should be happy, but no. Her mind was filled with other things. Years of feelings and thoughts she had to wade through. And thanks to Vishous, only 12 hours to figure out what she wanted. She didn’t even know where to start with it all. And the kicker of it all. He loved her too. He was making her head spin. Running her hands down her face with a groan. What the fuck was going to do? Letting out a long sigh. Bitty needed to get of the mansion. There was to much of chance that she would run into V here in the mansion. And right now she needed to clear her head. What if he kissed her again? Yeah it was one amazing kiss, but hell it wouldn’t help her right now.

Sitting up she kicked her feet off the bed and hopped down. A night out with friends is just what she needed. Picking up her phone, she sent a text out to two of her friends. Setting up a time to meet at #ZeroSum. Setting down her phone she slipped into a short black dress, that hugged her curves. Pulling on her knee high boots, she was ready. Checking herself out in the mirror, nodding at how she looked. Walking out of her room, down the stairs and out of the mansion.

Dematting behind #ZeroSum. She had been here a few times, yes without everyone knowing. She knew she would be in trouble if they found here. But being 30 years old, she could come here if she wanted to. An lessers show up, she was going to run, at least for now. Walking out from behind the club and walking down the alley. She paid no mind to the others in the alley. Making her way to the front door. Smiling up at Big Rob, he nodded her through. It pays to know the male that runs the club.

Once inside the music washed over her body. Yes, this is just what she needed for tonight. Over the roar of the music she heard her name. “Bitty!” Turning towards the bar. A smile spread across her face at her two friends. They waved her over holding up drinks. Scribe bless her friends. Making her way through the people to the bar. Rhacer pushed a drink into her hand, she smiled at Bitty, kissing her cheek. “Thanks!” She took a sip of her drink, as Ghrace hugged her. Bitty hugged her with one arm, so not to spill her drink. Ghrace pipped up. “We have to dance!” Rhacer and Ghrace pulled her out to the middle of the dance floor.

They started to dance, Bitty right in the middle of them. She was going to have the time of her life. @DerangedVishous

Vishous:

Arriving in the pit I ran my gloved hand through my hair. What have I done? I told Bitty I loved her. It was true, I do love her. I've loved her for some time now, since she had transitioned she had become a beautiful female. I needed/wanted her. I wanted to take her to the penthouse to explore her flesh. No stop it. I was going to scare her off before I get with her. Sighing I sat in front of the 'four toys'

Picking up a roll up I placed it between my lips, picking up the gold lighter I rasped the wheel and the flame flickered in front of my eyes. Bringing the flame to the tip of the roll up and lit it. Inhaling the smoke I cut the flame, taking the roll up between my fingers I exhaled the smoke. Twelve hours and I will know what Bitty wants. In my deepest of hope I wanted her to give us a go. Looking at the monitors I saw movement by the vestibule, zooming the camera in I noticed it was Bitty, in a figure hugging dress and high heel boots, fuck she was giving me a hard on. But for now her safety was the main priority. Luckily I had a program that tapped into Bitty's phone, she had sent a text to meet two friends at Zero Sum. Picking up the keys to the Escalade I exited the pit, pushing the button on the fob key the indicator lights flashed on. Getting into the driver's seat I buckled up and started the engine.

Parking the Escalade by the side of Zero Sum, I got out and walked around to the front, Big Rob let me in, admittedly there were groans from the queue but I ignored them. Bitty's safety was more important. Heading towards the VIP section, I was let through and I sat at the Brotherhood table by the fire exit. A waitress came up to me "Grey Goose and keep them coming" I place a hundred dollar bill on her try. She went off to the bar to get my drink. Looking out over the dance floor I spot Bitty and her two friends dancing. So far so good. The waitress came back settling the glass on the table. Lifting the glass up I knocked the liquor back in one go and gave her my glass. She went off to get another drink for me.

Bitty:

One song went into another. There was no stopping, Bitty and her friends, from dancing to each and everyone. Drinks were drunk right there on the dance floor. There weren’t leaving anytime soon. After a few more songs, they made a little circle. Dancing and laughing. Bitty spun on her heels, her body moved to the music. It was like her body was part of the music. The world faded out. It was only Bitty and the music.

She wasn’t paying attention, she never did not when music was playing. The male came up behind her, slipped his hands along her body. Lost in the music, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her body rolled and swayed along his. He kissed along her neck, she tilted her head to the side, her mind filled with thoughts of V. Nothing else mattered right now. She didn’t have to tell him her answer. It was just him and her, and it was nice.

When he placed his lips against her neck, trialing kiss up to her ear, were he nibbled and tugged. Her body was coming alive. Who would have thought V would make her feel this way. But there was something different about his lips. They weren’t as strong and sure, as when he first kissed her. She brushed it off, maybe she was just thinking about it too much. And she had come here not to think. This was just a night to have fun and nothing more. He whispered in her ear. “Let’s go.” His voice was wrong too. Was her mind playing with her again?

However, she nodded. But all she could see and hear was V. Taking her by the hand. He started to lead her through the people, and to the back of the club. She didn’t even fight. But she asked, “V where are we going?” The male just smiled and didn’t answer. She looked around, they were heading to the back of the club. This was wrong, she came to a full dead stop. “I asked you a question. At least answer it.” He chuckled and looked to her. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Her eyes flickered to the male, her mind cleared, she finally saw the male. It wasn’t V at all. It was some other male one that she didn’t know. A growl rolled through her chest, “Let me go!” She pulled on her hand, ripping it from his hand. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you asshole!” His look turned dark, as he started to wrangle and push her back with his large body. “I do believe you agreed.” Fuck, she had agreed, but she wasn’t about to let this male have her. “And it's my right to take it back. Oh and look I did.” She had to step back because she would have fallen if she didn’t move. “And if you want to keep your balls, I think you should leave me alone.” She slipped and moved away, he grabbed her wrist, planting her feet, she wasn’t about to move. “Big mistake.”

Vishous:

The waitress kept me watered, bless her. Watching Bitty till a huge male came up behind her, she moulded against his body. My mood changes, this was her answer, she didn't want me. That's fine I'd spend the rest of my life as a walking corpse. I was about to go when I saw the male take Bitty to the back of the club. The waitress came up to me "Not now sweetheart" I made my way onto the dancefloor stalking the male.

Bitty seemed to shake out of the trance she was under, she was struggling against the male. He pressed his body against hers, Bitty was struggling to get free. That's when I saw red. Charging in I grabbed the male by the scruff of his neck and threw him against the wall. "You don't touch her you fucked up piece of shit" Looking down he had pissed his pants. "What a fucking disgrace. Now fuck off" The male got up and ran for the nearest exit.

My attention is drawn to Bitty "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I moved towards her. She was against the wall looking shaken from what had happened. "You're fucking lucky I was about or you would of been raped. Was that your goal for tonight?" Moving closer to Bitty I raised my gloved hand wrapping it around her throat, pushing her back against the wall "I couldn't live with myself if something had happened to you" A rare emotion of sorrow and scared was heard in my voice. "I live and breath you Bitty. Why do you torture me like this for? Then there's your dad. Fuck how was going to tell him you was raped and left for dead?" I squeezed my hand around her throat "Don't you ever scare me like that again" I don't know what came over me but before I could act I had pressed my lips against her lips, kissing her passionately

Bitty:

The wall was pressed to her back. She tried to fight him off as best as she couldn’t. His smell hit her nose, it made her want to vomit. Her hands on his chest trying to push him off. He was a human, I didn’t want to get in trouble and expose the race. Her eyes squeezed tight as he leaned into her even more. His body as to close to hers. She turned her head, the smell of his breath filled her nose. Trying to fight him off, his weight was lifted off her.

That’s when his voice hit her. She’s shocked to see him, was he stalking her? No that couldn’t be right, there was no reason for him to stalk her. And that wasn’t like him to do anyways. But how did he know that she was here? He looked like he could have killed the male. And she wouldn’t have had any problem with it. Not after he did that to her. Trying to collect herself, she just wanted to go home, take a shower and lay down. Just forgetting this night all together. But she couldn’t even move from her spot, to shaken and upset.

Bitty met his eyes, she had seen him mad, but this was different. Not able to wrap her head around, why it was different. Even after he said that he loved her, and had given her 12 hours to give her answer. This was a whole different side to him. One that shook her to her core. Her brows furrowed, his first question pissed her off. “No, it wasn’t my goal! Did it look like I wanted to go with him?” Her body didn’t fight when he pushed her against the wall. Eyes blazed as she looked up to him. What was she going to tell him? There was nothing she could say. Because of the look in his eyes, the way that he poured his heart to her. This wasn’t V, no V was a closed off male. Never to show what he truly felt about another. Her eyebrows shot into her hairline, the moment that his lips met hers. Yes they had kissed before, but this was in public. Anyone could see them, if they looked. After a few moments, her hands flashes out, gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She kissed him, deeply, needfully. She whimpered into their kiss. Right then and there, she was his.

Vishous:

Breaking the kiss I heard her thoughts about them being in public with everyone seeing them. I picked Bitty up into my arms, walking across the dancefloor, erasing everyone's memories of them being there. Coming to the VIP section, I was let through the roped area. Once again I erased everyone of their memories, coming to the fire exit door by the Brotherhood table, pushing the bar with my hip. Walking out into the cool night, striding up to the Escalade. Opening the door with the fob key I placed Bitty into the passenger seat, buckling her up. I couldn't help myself and kissed her once again "Tell me you won't do that again Bitty"

Closing the passenger door I went around the hood and got into the driver's seat, starting the engine I reversed out of the alley and drove out of the area. Getting into Route 22 I drove for some time till I came to the turning that lead up to the mansion. Going through the security gates and the mhis. Entering the courtyard I parked next to Tohr's Range Rover.

Turning the engine off I looked at Bitty "Where do you want to spend tonight? I see it you got two options. One is we go back to your room and the second opinion is you come to the pit with me" Moving a piece of her hair out of her eyes, leaning in I kissed Bitty gently as I could. She had a fright tonight so I wasn't going to shock her out anymore than what she was already "So what's it going to be Bitty?"

Bitty:

She was in shock the whole way out of Zero Sum. He was carrying her, treating her gentle. Everything was so different, it was making her head spin. But she couldn’t deny that she liked this. That she liked seeing this side of V. She wanted to know what changed, but she didn’t have to ask, because his lips stopped any questions. He was taking care of her, like she would break or she was some precious female. And she was just Bitty, nothing more nothing less. Though it was nice to be treated as such. But she would admit, she wasn’t looking for someone to love her like this. Leave it to V for all that change. Being honest with herself, she loved V since she was 18 years old. It wasn’t puppy love as the human says, or some kind of crush. No this was a love that would change someone and their world.

She didn’t say much on the way back to the mansion, what could she say. She couldn’t yell at him, she couldn’t even say what he did was wrong. Because it could have turned out a whole lot worse, had he not been there. She just wanted this night over and done with. Then she could go back to her normal life, and just be Bitty. As they drove back home, she didn’t even notice that they had pulled in and parked. Her mind was everywhere and nowhere at the moment.

His voice brought her jumbled thoughts. He sure was bossy, but he always had been. Flickering her gaze to him. “You do know there are other places.” She never made things easy, nope that wasn’t Bitty. “Let dad walk in and you be there? He would be pissed, and I would like to keep my room intact. Its grown on me over the years.” Her lips soft against his. She didn’t know if she would ever get use to that. “It looks like the pit is where we’re going. And I’ll sleep on the couch.” She bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. She hopped out. Knowing that she would get a reaction, but wanting to be out in the open when it happened. She grinned to herself.

Vishous:

For the first time ever she had made her decision on a whim. Bitty had got out of the Escalade, I knew she wanted me to make a scene but I wasn't going to fall for her little game. Getting out of the Escalade I walked round to her, putting my hand in the small of her back I guided her towards the pit. Once we got to the door I punched in the code and I entered with Bitty behind me "You're not sleeping on the couch you're going to sleep with me in my bed. That way we won't be disturbed, true?"

I knew Bitty was thinking this over, hell I could hear her thoughts "For once go with your gut Bitty and do what you want to do. None of this what will dad say when he finds out. Frankly that way of thinking is beginning to piss me off" I walked over to the 'four toys' checking that everything was alright. I took a roll up from the crystal ashtray and the gold lighter next to it. Placing the roll up between my lips I lit the roll up. Exhaling the smoke I placed my fingers around the roll up and took it out of my mouth.

Looking over to Bitty, I wasn't going to ask her to join me, I was going to simply move her into the direction of my bedroom. If I'd ask her she'd be overthinking all of this. No it was better to guide her there. With my hand on the small of her back again I guided Bitty towards the bedroom.

#VAndBittyInTheClub #WOTN

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derangedvishous-blog · 5 years

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Bitty And V In The Club

Bitty:

They started to dance, Bitty right in the middle of them. She was going to have the time of her life. @DerangedVishous

Vishous:

Bitty:

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Bitty:

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Bitty:

Vishous:

#VAndBittyInTheClub

#WOTN

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suninagarajan · 3 years

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THE WRITHING

Brahma, God of Heaven, Creator of the Universe and supreme master of knowledge looked at his creation

and was pleased.

Although he had created birds of the sky, fowl of the land and fish of the sea, as well as rivers and forests and mountains and all things that were pleasing to his eye Brahma, God of Heaven, Creator of the Universe and Supreme master of Knowledge resolved that in order to keep his creation pleasing he must bestow upon it one last blessing, for its sake. That it may grow and change and evolve into a paradise on earth.

And so Brahma, God of Heaven, Creator of the Universe and Supreme Master of Knowledge bestowed on his creation the ultimate blessing of the gods.

Life.

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The Nagarayan – Goi dynasty get their name from the Narayan – Goi trees that densely populate the great forest of Kuru Panchala. It is said that an ancient ancestor of the clan copulated with the Goddess Naga and that such was their love making that she blessed the tree and all its fruit and brought fertility to the land.

The Nagarayan – Goi have since honored the Goddess’ magnificence by commemorating this occasion through the ceremony of the Writhing and the Goddess has for centuries been honored and worshiped as the protector, and the supreme goddess of both the Nagaraya - Goi family and the city of Kai Puriji.

Her holy temple and shrine are located within the Golden Palace and pilgrims will travel from Kuru Panchala and across the land of the Hindu to pay homage to the Goddess and ask for her benefices for their harvests or wombs on holy days, high days and festivals.

The Goddess Naga, or to give her, her formal name Nagamaan – is worshiped as the giver of life and prosperity through festivals and holy days celebrated by the faithful in the City. Her temple, the sacred and ancient Kama – Bayan Rhoi located directly beneath the Golden Palace but within its grounds houses the Goddess’ Golden shrine. With it’s five headed golden statue of the Goddess some ten feet high, the shrine and temple are nevertheless accessible to worshipers on holy days and festivals. It contains, Pavitr Vasant, the holy spring, an energetic umbilical cord of spring water which traverses down from the divine Udra – Pai through a series of tributaries and rivulets and comes to rest in the Goddess’ temple in Kai Purija, bringing life and abundance to that city. All water works in the city including wells, pumps, springs, fountains, reservoirs and holy pools are fed by the Pavitr Vasant and the Goddess is said to have created the tributaries of the land in her own image to bless the people of Kuru Panchala.

Whilst there are many shrines and temples to the Gods in Kai Puriji, with worshipers making their offerings to the God of their choice, of the many shrines to the Goddess that populate the city, the most holy is in the Golden Palace located within the inner sanction of the palace. It is the preserve of the Nagaraya – Goi Royal Family and their priests and any who defile the Goddess with their presence will have committed sacrilege and profaned her sacred house. She will demand the ultimate price for such impudence and so none, for fear of their lives and the displeasure of the Goddess, will err too closely to the divine.

There are many Holy days in the Kuru Panchala calendar, for fear a lesser God may take spite at the snub and make mischief with the Goddess’ great work. It is for the priests and holy men to ensure that Gods throughout the city of Kai – Puriji and across Kuru Panchala are worshiped and respected appropriately. It is for these reasons that the priests and holy men will make journeys to shrines from Kai – Puriji across Kuru Panchala to assist the worshipers in their holy practice and to ensure that the shrines and temples are in good repair and to consecrate other shrines and temples, that the Gods may be honored in all their glory.

Of the Holy Days dedicated to the Goddess there are four of significance which the people of Kai – Puriji celebrate through festivals throughout the season. One commemorates winter, when the goddess takes her rest, one to commemorate spring when the goddess is youthful and in bud, one to commemorate the holy act of creation between the goddess and the Nagarayan tree that brought such wonders to Kuru Panchala and one whose meaning over time has been lost. But the most celebrated festival and holy day has come to be known as the Great Writhing or Holy Writhing and is held in late summer to commemorate the bringing in of the harvest and the Goddess’ successful delivery of abundance to her people.

It is said that the tributaries of the blessed Udra-Pai were created when the Goddess and her Nagarayan lover writhed in ecstasy in their copulation and that their pleasure was so great and so blessed that the earth itself was moved and formed the great rivers and tributaries that now traverse the plains of Kuru Panchala. This act of Holy Writhing, therefore, has come to symbolize the ultimate act of creation for the people of Kuru Panchala and is seen as a sacred ceremony commemorated by the worshipers of Kuru Panchala as the Holy Writhing Festival or Great Writhing.

The Spiritual Practice of Kuru Panchala

Kuru Panchala was for many years known as the land of spiritual delights by its neighbors and many friends. The delicate intelligent design of its artists, jewelers, engineers, musicians, carpenters, builders, weavers, tapestrist, smiths and scribes are amongst the myriad of crafts, industries, and guilds that fed the Royal Court and created the opulence, wisdom and joy, for which the Nagarayan – Goi dynasty are known throughout the land of the Hindu and beyond. It is these schools and academies, guilds, societies and associations that were all said to have been blessed by Pravrantiaaa, Goddess of Joy.

The Goddess of Joy, it was said, was enjoying the delights of her holy garden, as she softly played her magical flute and composed an ode to nature, when her pet peacock having caught the chord and felt his mistress’ sorrow did lead her to a land of wonder and beauty as to make that maidens heart fill with happiness and ease and she fell from her heavily sphere into Brahma’s sweet creation of bliss and harmony and showered abundance on the people for evermore.

She returns to her holy garden once in a season when her peacock will fly down and return her to the Gods on its wings lest it lose her to mere earthly pleasures. But for all the hollies of Gods they do not keep her, she cannot stay away for too long - for Pravrantiaaa, Goddess of Joy, Kuru Panchala is her garden of spiritual delights.

And so, there are many pleasures to tempt the appetites of the worshipers of Kuru Panchala and a worshiper is expected to fulfill their desires in accordance with their purse and preferences, as well as their religion, caste or gender as Brahma instructs.

But they are also cautioned not to feed their indulgences for fear that fed to surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die. And in so doing they may forget the Goddess, and she in her misery, may forget her Joy.

For though it may seem to the uncivilized stranger’s eye, that the people of Kuru Panchala are lax or lazy or indulgent, in reality it is the Kingdom’s farms and villages and quarries and bread houses and mines and forts and encampments where the Goddess also lives, and where Joy is happiness made manifest.

For it is through the artisans, poets, musicians and thinkers of Kuru Panchala, such people who rely on civilization to plough their furrow and who are drawn from village and hut and meadow, whose hand eye genius’ of thought and vision bestows such creative wonders on the land as to please a Goddess, a rectangle of pleasure or simile of joy, as in the stitch of a sari made of golden ambrist thread, or a tantric two bar rhythm in a court poem, that will delight for centuries, and add to the Goddess bounty and continue her Joy.

So worshipers are cautioned, that none may spoil the hard won peace of the Nagarayan – Goi, which cost that clan it’s brightest stars but brought harmony and abundance to the land and created the civilisation that has, in wonder of the magnificence of existence, dreamed the wisdom of the Blessed Path of the Gods into being, for the enjoyment of all of creation, is not lost on the ayogy, or Drstihina, (in the Maharati “the sightless”). Those who, having shared in the Goddess’ bounty, might, once their senses had alighted, and their consumption been tempted, forget their own divinity and be blinded by tastes and wants alone. Existing in a hell of pleasures and yearnings and desire, who live only to crave and forget their Gods.

For in Nagaraya – Goi Hindu spiritual practice it is only through the balance of these points between enjoyment and restraint, neither craving nor satiated, the mastery of temporal and corporeal passions, the balance of the self, where a worshiper may enter the Gateway to Spiritual Heaven - and the soul live forever in the Palace of the Gods.

And it is the calendars, both spiritual and tangible, of festivals and harvests, of market days, and royal audiences, of high days and holy days, that manage the seasons in perfect harmony with Brahma’s creation and beat the rhythms of life for the people of Kuru Panchala that they may reap the bounty of the Gods and in doing so go forth and be multiple.

Those who take this mantra to their practice and discipline their pleasure so as not to restrict the Goddess’ Joy, like Bhaktrivedanta Prabhupada, the Great Walker, who is ever mindful of the Goddess’ music as he walks through her garden of spiritual delights for it fills his heart with love and his soul with grace, are blessed in the eyes of Brahma, and are said to be Walking the Blessed Path of Grace.

Overindulgence, therefore, whether in nature or degree, of a kind that might lead a worshiper to be so blinded as to forget his Gods, is looked down upon in Kuru Panchala society and to call someone “sightless” is an insult that attacks the soul.

Such people are, if and when they are discovered, shunned by their neighbours and peers, least their foolishness offends the Goddess, and brings bad luck on her people.

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The Ceremony of the Holy Writhing, or the Great Writhing Festival is a sacred event in the lunar calendar of Kuru Panchala.

It takes place annually, although minor or lesser writhings may be practiced throughout the year by worshipers, as the needs of the populace dictates, with the permission of the King, and in accordance with the instruction of the priests.

While the Holy or Great Writhing remains a spiritual experience for many and is celebrated as such, it is now also celebrated as a symbol of the greatness of the King and the happiness of the people and is a high holy day for the people of the Kingdom.

But as the Goddess is bountiful and her blessings multiple so the Great Writhing or the High Holy Writhing, necessary, spiritual and symbolic, - can also take place for the purposes of enjoyment alone and is therefore considered, among the common people, whatever its reasoning, as the Magical ceremony or Manitra,

When the Goddess in her magnificence, through the rhythmic tempo and movement of the worshipers bodies, beating to the tantric drums, and intoxicated by the incense of the Tubkumo tree that grows near the wild forest, is tempted to look down and open the chakra’s of her worshipers, making bliss manifest on earth.

The Holy Day of the Festival of the Holy Writhing, occurs four times in the Kuru Panchala calendar – and pilgrims, traders, artisans, farmers and makers and buyers and sellers of all kinds will start their trek to Kuru Panchala sometimes months in advance to the markets and temples for the four days of ceremony, it is the duty and the pleasure of each worshiper to make the pilgrimage at least once every five years to pay homage to the goddess and tribute to the king.

Some villages and townships will send delegations to perform ceremonial rites and civic duties on behalf of a village, township or community and soldiers, weavers, growers and builders, and people of all status will be given the rest days to honour the gods.

There are minor ceremonies across Kuru Panchala, where in towns, villages, and hamlets, friends and neighbours will come together for many months, making lanterns and cosmetics and coloured masks and flower banners, saving the corn and fermenting the berry, in shared anticipated glee of the holy happy day of magic, as it’s often known by the common people.

So that the happy day can spread happiness in its wake, treats are given out, business is done, and marriages arranged and the day flows from spiritual to enjoyable to municipal. For if the Goddess is pleased with the honour she receives she may, in her glory, spread prosperity and contentment on her people and turn the seasons again to the happiness of the land.

As the Maharati proverbs of the twelfth century sage Harkandha Marendranata Pattir tell us in the Persian texts,

the goddess Nagamaan brought bud to the branch of the tree of life, so flowers the seed and Brahma’s creation grows manifold.

Though poets have found it is less poetic when spoken in the translation.

It is often confusing to outsiders that the Great Writhing and the Holy Writhing are not one and the same and are celebrated by two separate calendars, kept by scholars of different schools. The Holy High Writhing can be best known as the Writhing celebrated by the worshipers of Kai – Puriji and others who may wish to commemorate the holy act of creation between the goddess and the Nagarayan tree, and while similar in many ways to the Great Writhing it is the Holy High Writhing that is the holy high day, that is celebrated annually in a separate calendar to the High Holy Great Writhing which is celebrated four times annually and is the high holy day. It is for the worshipper to decide which calendar to honour, but it is not uncommon for worshippers, and particularly the Royal Family to worship both calendars under guidance from the priests and astronomers.

Both the Holy Writhing and the Great Writhing will both start at dawn and priests and holy men will sing the holy Pahata mantras, the mantras of the dawn, welcoming and thanking the sun for the day,

This is the signal to begin.

Having already made their ablutions and offerings and paid the annual tribute to the King of the best produce and product of the land, and in the knowledge that they enter the presence of the Goddess with kind heart, clean body and open mind ready to receive the pureness of grace, the worshipers will begin the chanting of the mantras, a necessary element of the spiritual miracle that is, in itself a sight to see, its sound it is said, reaches heaven.

For Kai – Puriji is itself a city of some size, the largest by far of Kuru Panchala and some say the broader Hindu lands, and be it high holy day or holy high day the Goddess’ worshipers have need of her mercy and fertility and abundance and will flock to her cause in great numbers.

During these days of holy highs and high holies, every room and rooftop in Kai – Puriji will be let some five times over. The barracks outside the city walls will be filled with the wandering soldiers on leave or builders or labourers on holiday who cannot find a bed within the city. In the desert plain, to the north of the city outside the Gate of the Pilgrims whose high stone walls like the three other city gates, the Gate of Peace, the Gate of Travellers and the Gate of the King are carved to represent the five headed body of the Goddess, and where only those who walk the path of the Goddess may tread. Encampments and tents of all sizes and varieties form to house an over spill of pilgrims, traders, clans and merchants, who will bring a flock and a still, and an oven, and a smithy – and build cities anew for the Goddess.

And when this collection of souls, not through caste, or religion or gender or status or reason, but through the Goddess alone come together to sing the mantras, if the sound is holy and the people are pure then the goddess might once more spill her seed and the land shall again grow fat.So, the singing of the Mantras begins and is itself a holy practice and will fill worshipers with joy and peace and knead their souls that they may receive the grace that is to come.

Once the Mantra’s end the stillness begins. It is for the high priest to decide when to summon the sound to still the people, he will do this by striking, or causing to be struck the Dhvani ka pot, or in the ancient hindi, the Vessel of Divine Sounds.

This holy vessel which, it is said Brahma struck to bring order to chaos before the beginning, will echo a sound so pure and create a stillness so light that it will lift the souls of the worshippers to heaven filling them with sacred bliss and attracting the Goddess’ notice, and she will fill her worshippers with ever deepening stillness and a divine grace of transcendent beauty.

Once the Dhvani ka pot has been struck twice and the people so satiated with grace are beyond their senses that tears pour from their eyes and love thunders from their souls, the Holy High Day or High Holy Day may begin.

When the stillness has ended and the worshipers return to their senses, the procession will begin from the Temple of Holies in the Golden Palace. The statues of the Goddess across the city will be collected one by one in order of beneficence and be carried by the priests around the city both within the walls and now because of the number of worshipers, outside. Holy men will throw sweets and flowers at the worshipers throughout the city while the people throw offerings and make devotions.

Coloured masks will be worn, faces painted, cloth of crimson and verdigris and lapus will be worn along with every variety in the kingdom. Drums will be struck, symbols crashed and powder thrown and the people will be happy.

Acrobats and fire eaters and jugglers will entertain the crowds and the atmosphere will crackle from the explosions of pyrotechnics, firecrackers and sparklers that singe the air and leave excitement on the air. Worshippers, drunk with joy, in their conscious unconscious, their every sense thrilled by sound and vision and flavour and taste and variety and noise and excitement will sing like one to the goddess.

Once the Goddess has witnessed the devotion of the people, the Royal procession, either on elephants or in Pandam will begin and the Maharaja and the royal court will show themselves in their opulent magnificence, a sign of the Goddess favour. Each procession may show itself several times before the next begins, or the Goddess in her jealousy may show herself several times to the people and the Maharaja must wait. These matters are for the priests, scholars and astronomers to determine in advance and in accordance with the calendars.

The Maharaja and Royal Court will shower benevolences on the people in accordance with high holy or holy high, their attendants will throw flower garlands, sweets and coin to the populace as a sign of royal favour. When the Maharaja and his royal court, his nobles and his army, his poets and musicians and dancers and beasts have received the adoration of the worshippers the procession will make its way out of the city through the north Gate of the Pilgrims on to the vast desert landscape that the city now dominates and lead the people to the sacred public arena so the games may begin.

The day will consist of tournaments of strength, speed, music, daring, drama and oratory and of festivities of all kinds, and will in the case of the Holy Writhing may continue for seven days. The Maharaja, either alone or accompanied by favourites and members of the court, will attend such festivities and events as befits his station and interests and will bestow gifts of great honour and value on the victors. He will travel in a Royal Pandam in appropriate ceremonial style whether high holy or holy high depending on the Writhing, and his artists, builders and engineers will have built great stands, amphitheatres, private Royal apartments, temples and pavilions for worshipers and spectators, now outside of the city walls.

At some point during the early to middle Maharanti period the beasts of the kingdom were included in the festivities and celebrations and now an eagerly anticipated highlight of both high day and holy day are the tiger races, the elephant displays and the peacock ceremonies along with other similar entertainments. These will continue until the priests ring the bells of the temples and call the High Holy or Holy High day to a close.

After a period of rest when worshippers may recoup their energies and change their clothes and again make ablutions in the sacred pools and springs, the priest will sing the holy Tinhisanja mantras, the mantras of the dusk, thanking the sun and welcoming the moon. When the mantras have been sung, the holy chanting will again call down the Goddess and beg her attention.

Again, it is for the priest to decide when the Goddess has noticed and will strike or cause to be struck the Dhavani ka pot to begin the stillness. The Stillness of the High Holy Day is similar but of different energetic vibrations than the Stillness of the High Holy Night, just as the Stillness of the Holy High Day is similar but different to the Stillness of the Holy High Night.

Once the stillness is ended the feasting begins, and when the ceremonial prayers and offerings are completed, conjurors, jugglers, acrobats, raga dances, poets and performers of all kinds will delight the crowds and foods of every variety including tiger meat from the Maharaja’s own stores which he may dispense as Royal favour, and all wines and fish and fowl and fruit of the cosmos will be served in a display of magnificent reserved for the Great feast.

Each temple may hold its own Great Feast or each community, guild, congregation or family may enjoy the feasting at their own choosing and arrangements. When the feasts are over and the entertainments ended, those who wish to end their High Holy, Holy High in prayer, yoga, chanting and silent meditation, may do so for their devotions are no less beloved of the Goddess.

But the ceremony that gives both the High Holy and the Holy High its name is the Writhing which, once the moon ascends to her heaven is begun by the Writhing priests with a summoning of the worshipers by the tantric drums from the Goddess’ holy temple.

As holy men chant the mantras from the high platforms the tantric drums on the roof of the Palace temple and within the Hall of Writing will beat the rhythms to summon the Muladhara worshipers.

With body washed, perfumed and oiled, and breath sweetened with a little honey-wine, the Muladhara worshippers will make their way to the Hall of Writhing, where their naked bodies must surrender their will to the call of the tantric drums so as to keep the primordial rhythms that the ceremony is known for.

They will say the holy prayers and so as pilgrims prepared, they will enter the Hall of Writhing, or tent or temple, and so begin the mass movement of bodies, or Writhing, to the sound of the tantric drums, which will beat all night keeping the rhythm of the Goddess great miracle awake in the bodies of the participants.

Body after body entranced by the mystical smells of incense that will cloud their nostrils and confuse their minds, and the soul bending sound of the drums that will call forth their desires, will pump and thrust and grind to honour the Goddess’ act in one magnificent display of transcendental creation.

And if she is pleased with their offering she may notice their worship and allow her Klidilini spirit to enter their love chakra and pierce their soul.

For it is said that worshippers who please the Goddess will transcend mere physical ecstasy and bodily release, with their physical selves disintegrating into minute pieces of pleasure, they achieve mystical grace and spiritual bliss.

For the ancient practice of the Writhing honoured since the beginning for its spirituality and it’s procreative bounty and by both calendars, is ultimately an exercise in release from the body and the bonds that tie the soul to the earthly plain.

And those that infuse it’s beating, thrusting, pulsing, pumping primordial rhythms and the heady, intoxicating scent of the incense, and the heat of the writhing bodies as they are taken over by the Goddess joy, in a nameless, status - less, self-less act of mass creation and who, through the physical gateway, defeat ego and conquer self, are said to transcend in a cascade of bliss their souls being one with the ultimate Holy or Great Holy.

For as long as they are able and while the Goddess in her glory has, once more deigned to reach down and open the love chakras of the faithful, their bodies will beat, and pump and thunder to the rhythm of the tantric drums enacting once more the miracle of life through the act of spiritual copulation.

If the Goddess is pleased, she may hold off a pestilence or keep a well flowing for longer, she may bless a merchant’s trade route or an artisan’s tongue or a noble’s bloodline. She may keep people safe, happy and prosperous and if she does not, she may have instilled such wisdom into the Maharaja as to have kept the grain stores full or the forts in repair or the people abundant.

In her happiness she may as carelessly as a child, shower her blessings down to fall where they may, for it is for the priests and not the people to know the Goddess’ intentions.

And in time there will be writhing children born, whose status while not wholly respectable, will allow them to become the farmers, and builders and engineers and soldiers and court servants who keep the kingdom prosperous and abundant and make the Goddess’ mercy manifest.

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Session 41 17 Apr 2021: Wait, a TRAP door? Ahleqs casts Mage Armour.

Duncan is walking back from the opticians, so we start a little bit late. Ed is also going to be late, but he says to go ahead without him and he’ll catch up.

Mr. Pickles has a gift for Ahleqs (which Joe forgot until this week…)

Should be fun riding through the streets of Waterdeep - until he gets done by animal rights activists.

Matthew reminds us of what Brother Charity and Gideon did at the end of the last session - the buddy cop movie, during which they got some names of some people. (He explains in a very sketched out way until Sophie asks him to clarify a bit further, ‘like I was asleep or something’.) (For those who weren't there at the time, she *was* asleep.)

Mirt, Harper’s quest, Maxeene, talking horse, ride around the city, inn with a glory hole in it, disguised selves, names of a sun elf fellow and a half orc lady. Timothy P. Fuckapple and Thunderbuns, ah yes. (apparently Matthew was going for Danny Dyer, but he’ll take Ross Kemp.)

“That was exhilarating!” Charity says to Gideon as they flee down side alleys.

(Joe shows us an image of Undermountain, the dungeon under the Yawning Portal.)

(holy shit.)

We pick back up at the Dagger. Kessler wanted to ask Shanks about procuring us a book to offer the monks at Candlekeep. (Joe shows Melaina her new weasel…)

Kessler and Ahleqs arrive back at the Dagger, shortly followed by Charity, Carl and Gideon. Kessler points and laughs at Gideon’s disguise.

Tarragon has gone to find Renah and challenge her to an arm wrestle, loser buys drinks. Matthew worries that it might turn into a bar fight. Ahleqs: “It’s all fun and games until someone throws a dwarf.” Tarragon wins 18-21, and asks for a half an ale. “I’m very small and I’m not used to drinking.”

The others are deciding how to contact Shanks about the book. Ahleqs asks at the bar what would be the best way to get in touch. Ria and Jirr are tending bar tonight. Ria isn’t sure who Ahleqs means when he asks for Shanks. She offers to ask the other staff, and has a chat with Jirr.

Jirr can get a message to Shanks for us. Or - do we want to meet her? That might be better. Jirr will organise a meeting in the cellar. This might take a day or so to arrange.

Do we need preparations or supplies for the journey to Candlekeep? (Shopping episode! Somewhere, Travis Willingham sighs.)

We probably need rations. We also need to get passage on a boat - we could ask Surge (Gunna's water genasi friend in the Docks Ward), or Larissa. Either way, to the Docks Ward!

(Charity Prestidigitations Gideon before we leave.)

Kessler debates buying a shield and goes to speak to Filiare before we go, as well. (Scribe’s note: Her AC is already 18.) He will sell her one for 7gp; she accepts, choosing a metal one with a plain front so she can add her own design. She sells her crossbow bolts as well.

Ed joins us and Charity remembers about the mad druid that Tarragon needs to speak to, but that’s not for a few days. We decide to speak to Surge first as he’s slightly less dodgy, and if he’s unavailable or can’t help, then we’ll try Larissa. We’re trying to get passage but also get paid for it, like going to a festival and pretending to be cleaners.

(Duncan gets lost on his way to the kitchen to make coffee, and finds himself in the off license buying beer.)

As we go through the streets toward the docks, a bird lands on Tarragon’s shoulder and gives her a scroll from Amithrel, giving her the name of the druid whose tome may be of use in curing Tansy’s illness. She asks the bird to thank Amithrel for her and it flies off.

Kessler: “I wonder if I could snatch that bird out of the air…”

Duncan OOC: “This whole time I’ve just been imagining you grabbing birds out of the air and eating them.”

There follows a discussion about the diets of goblins, and how much evidence there is to suggest that they really do eat babies.

Melaina makes a Perception check to get us to the Docks ward (I almost wrote Dicks ward by accident lol). We find the temple, and Surge is in the middle of it, feeding sick sailors. He sees us and recognises us, and asks straight away if we’ve seen Gunna.

Melaina, suddenly and excitedly: “Have you seen him? Not that we care about… where… he… is…”

Surge says that he saw him briefly before he left, and that he said something about visiting his father. It could take a few months for him to return.

Melaina asks about passage on a boat. Do we want to pay, or work, Surge asks us? Well, we’ve acquired some skills in recent times. He asks about what sort of skills we have. Fire magic?, Ahleqs suggests. Tends not to be popular on wooden boats.

Kessler can make stuff…? Melaina is an elf, she could make a good lookout? Tarragon is a herbalist, she can make poultices. How many are there of us? Six? Yeah, six. Seven, if you count Brother Charity. (We’ve accepted Carl as one of us.) (Charity looks wounded.)

Ahleqs makes a Persuasion check with Guidance - 25 total.

To Candlekeep, you say? Maybe the return journey as well? Space for seven, we’re looking at a cargo ship. Is there any way Surge can contact us? We’re staying at the Dagger. Surge will ask around and send word.

Brother Charity has some shopping he wants to do. Where would he find adventuring supplies? Market in the Trades Ward. He wants Healer’s kits and scroll scribing kits, that sort of thing. We like to travel in a lump; our lump arrives in the Market.

Between a lucky roll and help from Charismatic Ahleqs, Charity can have 20gp off the asking price of 70, to the shopkeeper’s chagrin.

Tarragon buys some more herbs, as she’s offered her services as a herbalist on whatever ship Surge can get us passage on. Kessler buys some healing potions.

Anyone else want to do some panic buying? Chain mail! A gun! Some big bombs! The Death Star! Nope, that’s it. We head back to the Dagger.

So - rations, and a meeting with Shanks to maybe procure a book. Gideon has a heavy supper and falls asleep in front of the fire. (Tarragon: Five bean chilli from the new vegetarian menu, and a peach liqueur.) As we sit down to eat, Jirr motions to us. We’ve got a guest.

Shanks meets us in the cellar. Can she procure rare and curious books? Ahleqs explains what it is we need - a book that the monks of Candlekeep don’t already have in their collection. What about something unique, like a journal? Are we familiar with Xanathar’s thieves’ guild?

No-one is really sure what it’s real name is. The higher ups in that guild are known as The Hand. Their master of magic is a woman called Emerine (I think?). She’s a powerful wizard, not to be crossed. But she is undertaking research in the sewers, Shanks knows where. She has a something called the Tome of Bindings. Shanks could take us there to get it? She can time it for when the wizard isn’t in.

Would this wizard part with the book, or will we have to nick it? If we time it right, she won’t be there to defend it. But she’ll likely have traps and stuff. Ahleqs asks what do we think the chances are that she has an actual Beholder there? Low, says Shanks, as the guild leader is one and Beholders are notoriously territorial and won’t put up with another close by.

It would be doing Shanks a favour, if we got that book away from her. Can we be ready first thing?

Charity: “All those in favour say Aye.”

All of us except Kessler: “Aye!”

Kessler: “I don’t see why not, I mean I’ve got no objections…”

Shanks tells us it’ll be another trip to the sewer, so get ready.

Tarragon, thoughtfully: “Do you know anyone who sells nose plugs…”

Shanks returns the following morning and leads us into the sewer. We make CON saves against the smell. Only Tarragon fails and is polite enough to lean away rather than puking on Brother Charity, which she feels is very magnanimous of her.

Shanks leads us to a new (to us) part of the sewer, where we haven’t been before. It looks in poor state of repair. She points to a locked trap door. The wizard has been seen going in and out of there. Do we need help picking the lock…?

Melaina: “I think we’ve got this.”

(Wait, a TRAP door? Ahleqs casts Mage Armour.)

Melaina checks for traps and unlocks the door with ease, and after some wrangling, Joe gets a marching order out of us. (A police car goes by in horrible Nottingham.) There’s a small delay while Joe fights his way through all the gubbins I’ve filled roll20 with (SO MANY RED DRAGONS!), and puts our tokens on the board.

Back in the charming sewers again! It’s a nice part, and doesn’t smell. It’s part of the old elven sewer.

Ahead of her Kessler sees a metal door, with a slot into which something presumably fits. She checks for traps - it is not trapped. She goes for a pick, but rolls a 12 so nothing happens. She could try impact engineering… (Is that a fancy-lady way of saying she’s going to twat it?) Melaina elbows her way to the front and does it properly.

(Gideon has had too many meads and has probably fallen asleep - or gone to the kitchen to get sausages, so the DM moves him gently out of the way.)

We are just exploring when Joe tells us to stay where we are - uh oh!

We all make STR saves except Tarragon, who is now glad she was stuck at the back.

They roll so badly that they couldn’t pass if they added all their scores together. They are hit by lightning from the pillars in the room, as well as being blown around by wind.

Kessler shoots at one of the pillars to try and discharge the magic, but is at Disadvantage because of the wind and rolls a 9. It zaps her, and she takes 13 lightning damage.

Melaina has a go but also fails and takes some lightning damage. Joe rolls 4 1s for her damage though, noice.

Ahleqs makes an arcana check to see if he can figure out this magic, but rolls a nat 1. He uses a Sorcery point to re-roll for a 17. It seems to be retaliating when attacked, and there are glyphs on the floor that zap you if you stand on them.

Kessler and Tarragon see that the winds inside the sphere seem to be physically blowing the ammunition off course. Perhaps magic might work better…?

Ahleqs tries an Eldritch Blast, and it hits. Yay! He assumes the foetal position; just as well because he gets hit with lightning.

Tarragon does a Thorn Whip, which also hits. The pillar is starting to look damaged, and she takes 17 lightning damage. Oof! Kessler fires off a Firebolt, as Ahleqs downs a potion. She hits for 3 damage and takes 15 lightning damage. Yikes.

Melaina does a magic arrow at it - or, a spell? Or Charity can do a spell, so Melaina isn’t using up a spell slot?

He does a Divine Eldritch Blast. (A what? He is a Cleric, right? Sophie, OOC: ‘He’s a sneaky bastard is what he is.’) It does 1 damage, which is just enough - the pillar breaks. He does a Cure Wounds for Kessler, and offers the same to Ahleqs.

Melaina tries the door. It is a large, metal double door. She checks it for traps - once she’s found her character sheet again. She sees the telltale signs of trappage! She sleight of hand disarms it with a 27 - “Bazinga.” She then unlocks the door. It swings open to reveal a monster - “Lock it again! Lock it again!”

We roll initiative. DM asks if one of us want to take the Grease Wizard “because I think you’ll need him”. Oh shit. Matthew and Sophie both take him so they can squabble over him.

(Sophie OOC: “What is that thing? Oh, it’s massive and it’s got a big old sword.”)

It moves forward and breathes poison on Kessler, Melaina and Tarragon. Only Melaina makes her save. If only our front-line fighter wasn’t on a boat going to see his mum!

Tarragon rages and does Cure Wounds on herself (but the other way around); Melaina casts Woundbind on Kessler, who went down after the poison breath. (How’s that shield working out?) Melaina bonus-action-disengages and backs up.

Kessler gets to her feet and goes for a Thunder Gauntlet, which misses. She stands her ground.

Ahleqs: "I stand my ground too!" (We all laugh.) He screams (part of his spellcasting ritual), and casts Fireball. It doesn’t bother trying to make the save - ah shit.

Kessler, Tarragon, Ahleqs and Gideon (and Melaina) make perception checks - we all notice that the creature absorbs the fire, and any little dents in the armour repair themselves. Matthew-as-Gideon - “Fire appears to mend it!”

Ahleqs runs away.

Grease wizard doesn’t have Enlarge-Reduce prepared, sadly. He has a go at Enfeebling it instead. He rolls an 18 and it misses.

Oh fuck…

Kessler, right up in melee range: “Run, save yourselves!”

Ahleqs, already halfway out of the room: “Way ahead of you!”

Charity casts ‘a buffing spell’ on himself to get more HP, and then shilleweghilghosllhsoaslkhhah. Carl holds an action, as there’s not much he can do.

It’s the golem’s turn. It tries to squish Kessler, who is standing right in front of it, by bringing its sword down on her noggin. It misses! But dents her new shield. Then it swings an arm, trying to slam her into the wall. That time it hits for 14 damage.

Tarragon goes for an Indiana Jones slide between its legs but fails her Dex check and hits it in the legs. (If Duncan was DM she’d have hit something else.) She tries to batter it with her quarterstaff, but misses.

Melaina hides and shoots, and hits the thing! She rolls badly on her damage, however. (Joe assures us that this fight is winnable; we all make dubious noises.)

Kessler goes for the Thunder Gauntlets and hits it for 11 Thunder damage. She uses Fury of the Small on top for an extra 7 damage. She would like to disengage for a bonus action and split her attack; after a short discussion it’s decided that she can. She wants to move behind it so she makes a DEX check - and passes! Like a greased seal she slides between its legs. She goes for her second attack, with Advantage as she and Tarragon are now flanking it. She hits again for 8 more Thunder damage.

"Are we still in the shit? We kind of are, aren’t we." Ahleqs uses all his remaining Sorcery Points to create a 4th level spell slot before screaming “GO AWAY!” at it and casting Banishment. It fails the save and disappears!

We still need the gem around its neck, which is very much phase 2 of the plan, and Ahleqs will leave that to us.

Kessler: “I would say next time make that your opening gambit?”

Ahleqs, Concentrating: “Look, let’s not waste this minute bickering.”

(DM decides that was inspired so he won’t enforce it now, but next time Ahleqs casts Banishment he will actually have to produce the spell component - something distasteful to the target. Duncan, OOC: "I may go full monkey and fling my poo at it.")

We prepare - moving to flanking positions and rerolling initiative. Tarragon goes bear and waits to re-Rage.

Bear Tarragon and Kessler both hit with their attacks of opportunity as the thing pops back. Brother Charity goes for a whack with Sheldflhjdasdlaflfghhh, and natty 20s it for triple damage - 36 total!

It’s Kessler’s turn. She punches it upside the back of the head for a 19 which misses, then natty 20s for her second hit. Max damage, then she rolls the damage dice again, yeah!

Tarragon does a multi attack and crits with her claws - bloodied nose. Max damage and roll again - she gets max damage on that roll too! She’s so pleased it’s hard to maintain her rage.

Melaina goes for a shot but misses.

Ed has woken up! He is pleased to know that Matthew, about to take Gideon’s turn, was about to Grease something. He asks how this thing feels about fire, and is warned that it loves it. He’s very disappointed until he realises that he can use his new toy.

Wait is this the main big bad, or is this on the way to the big bad?

Sophie, OOC: “We just got into this dungeon, we’re in the foyer.”

He does Phantasmal Killer! The thing makes a WIS save - at Advantage - and fails. Ed, delighted: "It’s timid and scared and frightened." It makes another WIS save on each of its turns, or takes more psychic damage; for now it takes 16.

But…

It’s immune to psychic damage - and being frightened.

That is a poor show, Joe.

Brother Charity is up, and he’s the last one before the golem. Gideon: “We’ll have to do this the old fashioned way Charity, go and stab it with a spear!”

It’s still flanked, so Brother Charity rolls with Advantage and hits it with a 26 for 12 bludgeoning damage with Shillgslahkfksjddkghglhlhllbblhh. It’s looking tatty now, yeah!

It doesn’t get its breath weapon back, phew. It attacks the bear, at Disadvantage (because it is not attacking Kessler). It hits, but she takes half damage.

It’s Coward Time! He doesn’t need to move closer so he casts Shenanigans at level 2. He expends a spell slot to regain a sorcery point. Now he casts Shatter at level 3, using the sorcery point to use Careful Spell and steer it around his friends.

It does a CON save (“I imagine it’s okay at those”) which it has Advantage on, but it’s a construct so it has Disadvantage as per the spell. They cancel each other out so it makes a straight roll, and gets a 16 which succeeds. It takes half damage though. Having covered his eyes as he cast the spell Ahleqs shouts, “Did I get it?”

We all want Carl to get the how-de-do-dis. He does Gauntlets of Helm but misses even with Advantage.

Kessler goes for the Thunder Gauntlets and hits with her second attack, for 7 thunder damage. It’s at Disadvantage to attack anyone but her again.

Tarragon does a multi attack and hits with both - and gets the how-de-do-dis! She rips it apart with her bear claws, with a horrible screeching noise of claws on metal.

We get the crystal key!

(After the dust settles, Joe reminds us of when we fought the Flesh Ripper and Melaina very cleverly hid herself on the other side of a doorway through which the Flesh Ripper was too big to fit. We look again at the map we’re on now to see that we came through a corridor that would be too big for the golem… We are so stupid.)

The crystal fits in the slot in the door, which leads us down another corridor into a study. Melaina rolls to pick the lock with a 27. We get the book, yeah!

(Next week we pick up with our old campaign, for which I DM. I will try to add an entry here, but it won’t have the same level of detail!)

#dnd #thetradeway #campaign diary

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the-scorpion-strike · 7 years

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Sovereign's Pass Carried by the howling wind, the snow fell nearly sideways this high in the mountains of Ihu. Sheltered by the peaks, the surface of the glacier was calm by comparison, but even there the wind still blew hard enough to break any creature's tenuous footing on the ice and send it hurtling along the rough-hewn surface. No Matoran in their right mind would cross this... no Matoran except an Ihuan, that is, and surely, three small figures were carefully picking their way along the glacier's surface. At least one was less than comfortable in the endeavor.

"Sir, the wind is getting worse!" Kantai complained. Neither of the figures ahead of him responded; had they heard him over the noise of the wind? He couldn't be sure, and was about to call out again when suddenly a loud, ominous cracking sound from deep below stopped him in his tracks. This Matoran knew well how treacherous the terrain could be; stories of Matoran vanishing on the glacier, falling into holes or cracks without a hope of rescue were commonplace. As a scribe and record keeper, he had recorded the list of missing names. Now, he was running the risk becoming the latest name added to it. "SIR!" he called out, louder this time. No verbal reply came, but the two figures that had not stopped even for the cracking did so now. Both turned to look back towards him. Kantai hastily clambered his way along the glacier's surface to catch up to them, trying not to mind the fact that his king was watching him with a stare even colder than the ice he was trying to gain a foothold on. It took him a minute, but he did catch up. "Sir," he began again as he tried to catch his breath, "the wind... it's getting worse..."

"We anticipated as much," the king of Ihu replied. Kopaka, he was now, though Kantai had once known him by a different name. At the time, he'd been friendlier too; the elemental spirit Kopaka was said to be as cold and unforgiving as the mountains themselves, and ever since taking on its mantle, the recently crowned sovereign appeared to reflect that more and more. Equipped with full battle armor and carrying the king's spear and shield, he at least looked every part the warrior king, and Ihu needed one, but for all his splendor Kantai didn't find his demeanor in any way reassuring. "It will continue to get worse," Kopaka asserted. "If we do not make it back to Cleft Ridge within the hour, we will not make it back at all. So keep moving." With that command, he turned and was on his way again. Not in the least bit comforted, Kantai looked back and up towards the structure that they had departed well over half an hour ago: Cleft Ridge, a collection of tall buildings made of stone and wood perched on a ridge jutting out from the mountain. There, the mountainside was so steep that the glacier running down it appeared as a wall of snow and ice in a slow but continuous and visible descent, a cracking, rumbling avalanche in slow motion, split near the base of the mountain by the rocky crag on which the outpost had been built. At the top of the highest tower, a large fire burned to make the Cleft Ridge a navigational beacon; Kantai feared that soon its light would be the only thing left to see of the place in the worsening weather.

"Come on, we're almost there," his other companion invited. A royal guard and distinguished explorer and soldier, Matoro was far more comfortable than Kantai in these parts. Unlike the person he was tasked with guarding, however, Matoro had an apparent capacity for empathy and never acted as though he was above anyone in any way. Couple that with a reputation for honesty, and it was no surprise that an update from him did far more to put Kantai's fears at ease than what Kopaka had been willing to offer. Relieved, the scribe picked up his pace; once they reached the precipice, the king would need him. It was the only reason why he was here in the first place; for all its hazards, this was the best route to get from Cleft Ridge to a point overlooking Sovereign's Pass, where Ihuan king and later Toa Nuju had destroyed a large Mangaian force centuries ago. Now, history was set to repeat itself: a Mangaian army under the command of Toa Tahu was on its way, its first units already camped in front of the pass. Ihuan warriors were still making their way here to mount a defense, but while awaiting their arrival, Kopaka insisted on checking on his enemies movement himself... even if the weather didn't exactly cooperate.

At last they reached the precipice; a fault line that the glacier, piece by melting piece, plummeted into, only to reform at the bottom and continue its slow march downhill. Kopaka walked almost right up to the edge to cast his gaze on Sovereign's Pass below. There he stood, spear planted next to his feet, as though standing for a painting or carving, and as he tentatively closed in on the edge himself, Kantai could tell who he was presenting this image to: at the entrance of the pass, on a rocky plateau, three Mangaian units had set up camp, their red, yellow, and orange armor, banners, and tents still clearly visible even at this distance. Kopaka used the scope incorporated in his mask to zoom in and get a clearer view; Kantai pulled out his notebook and pen.

"Record three units," Kopaka began and Kantai quickly recorded, "with two large siege engines in tow." Kantai shuddered at the thought of the Mangaians using these machines, with the barrage of flaming projectiles that they could produce, to reduce Ihuan cities to rubble; it had happened before. "Artillery under Jaller's command," Kopaka continued as he picked out a distinctive yellow-clad Mangaian next to one of the siege engines. "Also... note the presence of Tahu." Kantai noticed a change in his king's voice as he said that... the presence of Tahu. Was he sure? Peering over the precipice and scoping in on the Mangaians, it didn't take long for Kantai to spot the Toa of Fire himself, and he recorded his presence as such. Then he looked back to Kopaka, who it seemed hadn't moved a muscle, except his expression had changed. It wasn't the stoic gaze of before, no, looking at his king's face now, Kantai saw worry. Worry about what? Compared to what was on the way on the Ihuan side, the Mangaian force was still grossly outnumbered, and they were definitely not in their element here. Ihu had more than a fighting chance, so what could possibly concern its commander so much that his stoic facade was broken, even if only momentarily? And momentarily it was; almost immediately after Kantai picked up on his change of expression, Kopaka reasserted himself, turned around, and quickly started back towards Cleft Ridge. Matoro and Kantai followed, though slightly behind as both had been taken aback by the king suddenly and quickly taking off. In fact, even going as fast as they dared to go under the circumstances, both Matoran soon realized that the Toa was actually opening up the distance between them, running across the glacier in a way that only one able to sense the movement and disposition of the ice itself could... well, could without accident.

"We're not gonna catch him." Matoro surprised Kantai by saying and slowing down as he did so.

"We're supposed to be with him, though," Kantai pointed out. "You in particular."

"True," Matoro admitted, "but he does this sometimes. Whenever he needs to be alone, to think alone... he goes somewhere his guard can't follow. The sight of the Mangaians must have given him something to consider. Either way, he'll come back soon."

"So we..." Kantai began, but Matoro finished the sentence for him.

"...we make our way back to Cleft Ridge on our own. Come, I know the safe routes." Matoro started on a slightly different path than the one they had taken to get to the precipice, but Kantai followed.

"You think it has something to do with those rumors about him and Tahu?" the scribe asked as they picked their way back across the rough yet slippery surface.

"I don't know," Matoro answered, "and I don't put much stock in those rumors. Yeah, they're both Toa and they've worked together in the past, but it wasn't a happy partnership. And now things are a lot worse." Kantai couldn't argue with that; in the wake of the Toa's success, relations between Ihu and Mangai had gone from strained to broken, and now they were about to face off in war.

"Do you think that he'll live up to his ancestors' standards?" Kantai wondered. "I mean, he'll have to if he wants to dispel those rumors, right? He has to beat the Mangaians soundly."

"Yes, he would..." Matoro acknowledged, but trailed off.

"...but?" Kantai beckoned for him to go on. Matoro sighed.

"I have been guarding him since he was old enough to wield a half-spear," he continued, "and I've seen how he's grown up in the shadow of those ancestors. Yeah, they set a high bar for him to clear, but... it's not their standards that I'm worried about. It's his own."

"His own?" Kantai repeated questioningly. Matoro looked to the Toa, now a fair distance ahead.

"The standard of Kopaka."

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princeroankomazgeda-archived · 7 years

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Roleplayers Character Meeting

Scribe: Jughead Jones Present at the meeting: Kizzy (mun), Dean Winchester, Lucius Malfoy, Prince King Roan, my dad F.P Jones and yours truly. [They’re all, minus the scribe, sat around a ROUND table in a dark room. There’s a bright light overhead. Kizzy has Lucius to her left, then follows Roan, Dean and to her right, F.P Jones. It was an unruly mix. A dark wizard in fine robes and arrogant behaviour. A worn hunter that smelled of gunpowder, beer and car polish. An outcast prince made king who, despite lacking the desire to be one, held natural authority and was calm amongst the shady fellows. An alcoholic biker guy, with a three day beard and hell behind his eyes. They had more in common than they initially thought. Serpents. Darkness. Pasts. Drink. Desires…] [The scribe sat in a corner, just outside the reach of the light, hardly visible. His present only noticed by the clicking of a typewriter.] Kizzy: So I’ve called you all here to… [Lucius leans in and whispers to Kizzy]

Lucius: Why am I even here? And amongst [he sniffs the air and grimaces as if it smells foul] these less sophisticated creatures. Kizzy: [rolls her eyes] Because I called you here for this meeting. Please behave. [She looked at all of them in turn, and eyed the new guy in her mix – my dad – nervously] [Dean breaks the, now uncomfortable, silence.] Dean: Let’s just get on with this. Why are we here? Kizzy: I’ve decided to give you all a multi muse blog. Dean: I’m not one for gay porn. Lucius: …a what now? Roan: [To Lucius] If I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s a disease. But I happen to know a thing or two about this. [To Kizzy] Are you sure you can take that on? Kizzy: I… Dean: No, wait. She’s not taking anything on until we all know what the hell you guys are talking about. Lucius: At least we agree on that much. F.P Jones: What I’d like to know, is what’s in it for me. [The steady typing, that had been like a pulse, stops. F.P Jones looks up from he’s leaned back position on the chair, and sees the outline of his son, who begins typing again. F.P Jones’ lips jerks to to the left, hardly a smirk, before his eyes set on Kizzy once more.] Kizzy: A multi muse blog is a blog, from which I can RP, as all of you people. Under one roof, kind of. [Roan nodded approvingly] Lucius: Outrageous! You can’t possibly expect me to share anything, allow me to be associated with this bunch of misfits! Kizzy: That’s actually a good blog name. [Kizzy writes on a white paper, the ink black; Bunch of Misfits. Dean snatches the pen and the paper, before writing ‘NOT HAPPENING’ under. He pushes the pen and paper back towards the woman, who in turn arches an eyebrow at him.] F.P Jones: I don’t think we have an option. Jughead: [murmurs under his breath, inaudible to the rest] He’s smarter than he looks. F.P Jones: My question still stands. [Roan and Kizzy’s eyes meet, he looks tired – she full of life.] Kizzy: Adventure. F.P Jones: I’ve done worse for less. [F.P Jones smirks, fully this time. It is meant to be intimidating. Lucius looks utterly unimpressed, and glances down his nose at the biker. Dean thinks about it before he gives a short nod with his head.] Kizzy: So we need to figure out what we’re going to name this blog, unless we want to go with Bunch of Misfits. [They couldn’t see how Jughead grinned for a moment, as he continued typing… Kizzy scribbled down a few suggestions on the paper. There was Latin; Carpe Noctem. There was words such as night, darkness and solitude, which she tried to play off.] Lucius: Carpe Noctem, that one I like. Dean: [with a sigh] Of course you would. [Kizzy tests it on her laptop and finds that it is taken.] Kizzy: Does anyone else know any cool Latin we could use? [She looks at Dean, who shakes his head.] Dean: Not anything that wouldn’t cast out or summon a demon, no. I could call Cas? Get you something cool in Enochian? Lucius: [He arches an eyebrow] Gnoccian? Please. It’s not a food blog. [Dean rolls his eyes at the lack of knowledge of the wizard.] Roan: It’s actually not a bad idea. You might want to get some help. You’re not the best at blog names. Kizzy: I’ve got all four of you and Jughead over there, don’t I? Feel free to pitch in at anytime. Jughead: [strained voice, as he’s focused on typing] Please keep me out of this. Kizzy: What do you all have in common, then? Lucius: Common? With these guys?! That’s absurd! Dean: I’m adorable. [Points at Lucius] He’s snotty and annoyingly blonde. [Points at F.P Jones] He’s drunk. We might have that in common. [Points at Roan] He’s royalty. Lucius: [threateningly] I would mind my tongue, if I’d like to keep it. Kizzy: Easy! Okay, so… Lucius, you’re a dark wizard – don’t protest, you joined Voldemort and yes, I dare speak his name. You’re… extravagant and easily angered. You’re proud. Dean… A hunter. A bit tortured. [Dean chuckles at ‘a bit’] Into good music, cars and chicks. You like burgers and beer, and would like nothing more than for the world to stop getting its sorry as into trouble. Roan… born into a title you don’t want. You’d rather run around in nature and enjoy life’s little perks than dealing with the burdens that is laid upon you. Your just and speak your mind. And you also would like the world to stop getting into trouble, or rather, have the people in it stop making it try to go to shit. [Roan tilts his head to the side, but doesn’t disagree]. Mr. Jones. [she clears her throat] I don’t know you that well, yet. You’re… there’s sides to you… I mean… You’re interesting. And you’re with an MC gang, that’s kind of cool. I know a few things about that scene. Dean: [murmurs] Sons of Anarchy was a shitass series. Kizzy: [continues as if she hadn’t heard him] I think life has been rough on you, and I’m looking forward to finding out more about you and… everything. Jughead: [whispers to himself] Don’t get too excited. Kizzy: So you’re all carrying around some sort of luggage. You’re not really heroes… Well, minus you Dean, but you have your dark spots as well so. Dean: True. Kizzy: How about ‘our story is not a glorious one’ ? [No one protests, Kizzy types it up in tumblr and finds that it’s available. She then texts a friend, to run the name by her. The friend is far better at these things than her, so she trust them to give her good advice. Luckily, she gets a response quickly.] Kizzy: Okay, we can shorten it down to ‘not glorious’. [Kizzy sighs as she finds that, as her friend tested to see if that name was taken, tumblr snatched it and wasn’t planning on giving it to her anytime soon. In frustration she types up riot-crew.] Dean: [with a chuckle] Riot crew? F.P Jones: I like it! Kizzy: I mean, if we find something better, down the line… Lucius: [Rises from his chair] Are we done, here, then? Kizzy: I guess so. Get back to your business. I’m looking forward to spending time with you all again. Some of you for the first time. And thanks to Jughead for taking the time to transcribe this meeting. [Roan takes Kizzy aside. Lucius strides hastily out of the building, disapparating to get back to his mansion. An engine roars to life, and AC/DC is heard blasting through and open window, as Dean travels down the road. F.P Jones eyes his son for a moment, and looks as if he wants to say something. Jughead tries not to pay attention, and eventually his dad gives up and walks away. Most likely to the nearest bar, if not all the way back to the Serpent’s digs.] Roan: I need a word with you, there’s something we need to put out there… Kizzy: Okay, we can do that. [The two of them begin working on a piece.] …and in the end, she’d gathered four different characters. They had few things in common. More than they initially thought. Be it serpents, dark pasts, having made shady choices or forced to be heroes… And they all had her.

#mun and muse #mun and muses #so this thing happened #fanfictionish #can't be arsed to tag my characters

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courtneytincher · 5 years

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Beijing’s Infowar and the Threats of Force Intensify as Protesters Shut Down Hong Kong’s Airport

REUTERS / Tyrone SiuHONG KONG—A brutal Sunday evening left this city reeling. As protests, clashes, and disruptions become part of daily life in Hong Kong, a disinformation campaign is being waged north of the city in mainland China.Trapped within the Great Firewall, most Chinese nationals are unable to read what’s really happening here, and instead are bombarded with a narrative created by the Chinese Communist Party’s media organs. They have been pushing the CCP’s idea that Hong Kong’s blackshirt protests are the actions of “radicals,” and that there are terrorist elements incubating in the coastal city. The campaign has seeded the fiction that they are “hurting” Hong Kong, and that the city’s police force has been “restrained” in its responses to ten weeks of unrest.Beijing and Hong Kong’s governments label the blackshirts and their supporters as “rioters,” so this language has also been adopted by propaganda organizations like the Xinhua new service, People’s Daily, and Global Times.Eager to paint the protests in Hong Kong as the consequence of foreign interference rather than a failure in domestic governance, the CCP’s media arms, including Xinhua, have doxxed a U.S. diplomat who met with activists who were some of the young leaders in the Umbrella Movement of 2014, referring to them as “riot organizers.” Chinese academics who have raised the point that there is no proof of American involvement in Hong Kong’s blackshirt protests have been attacked in op-eds penned by state-backed “news” minions.Cathay Pacific, Hong Kong’s flagship airline, has also come under scrutiny, with Chinese media invoking 9/11 and the mysterious MH 370 crash to fan the flames, suggesting the airline’s staff could inflict terror attacks. The Civil Aviation Administration of China also demanded that the airline bar all employees who support the protests from being on flights that enter mainland Chinese airspace.In the absence of dependable news coverage, the message pushed by the CCP’s scribes makes for potent Kool-Aid. The Party could be preparing for harsher crackdowns, a nightmare scenario that may involve Chinese troops or militarized police sent south. Videos of constant mobilization of armored vehicles near the border with Shenzhen, which the Chinese government and People’s Liberation Army calls drills or exercises, only bolster the paranoia.In Hong Kong on Sunday, here’s what happened in just one day and night: A young woman was shot in her face, blinding her right eye permanently and giving her nerve damage that may impact motor functions in various parts of her body. Ready to offer its fabrications and explain away the life-changing injury, Chinese state-run television broadcaster CCTV posted on Weibo—the Chinese equivalent of Twitter—that the woman who was blinded was beaten up by other blackshirts, and that “allegations” of the Hong Kong Police Force having any part in her disfiguration were false.First aid responders were also attacked by the police. A stick—a “weapon”—was placed into the backpack of an arrested protestor by a police officer, likely as a plant to make additional criminal charges stick. Tear gas was released in a subway station, endangering all who were present—not only the blackshirts—in an enclosed space. Self-proclaimed Chinese patriots ganged up to assault journalists and protestors seemingly with impunity, at one point striking a local camera assistant with a pole that had the Chinese national flag fastened to it. Police impersonated “front line” protestors, dressed in black, wearing gas masks, and coordinated for mass arrests within the crowd. Pools of blood were left on the streets and in subway stations.The Hong Kong Police Force is no longer bothering to pretend to disperse crowds. Their methods over the weekend were intended to inflict bodily harm and punishment.The escalation in police violence, as well as the use of subversive tactics and infiltration, follows the appointment of a retired deputy police chief, Alan Lau, as deputy commissioner on special duty for six months. Lau is known for overseeing the operations that cleared the Umbrella Movement from the streets of Hong Kong five years ago. He was also in charge of coordinating security for Chinese President Xi Jinping during the leader’s visit to Hong Kong in 2017.Though Chinese media often invoke a “silent majority” in Hong Kong that toes the Party’s line, the truth is massive support exists behind the blackshirts. Hongkongers who do not participate in the street actions find other means to ensure those who risk prison sentences or personal danger are able to keep the fight going. Neutral colored t-shirts–non-black ones–are left at subway ticketing machines, as are bags of spare change and pre-purchased tickets. Notes indicating where police are conducting bag and ID checks are pasted by subway exits. Food and food vouchers are distributed, as are—to a lesser extent—hardhats, gas masks, and goggles. Across Hong Kong, and in several major cities around the world, Lennon walls have been assembled—they are surfaces where anyone can leave a note of encouragement, usually scribbled on a Post-It note, and paste up printed matter that shares information about the latest developments. The format is like a decentralized newsletter—managed by no single person or group but consumed by all.And in a key move of solidarity, residents in most districts will hit the streets whenever they see riot police deployed in their neighborhoods, heckling and at times even blocking them, stalling so that the blackshirts are able to flee and regroup, minimizing arrests. At its core, the blackshirt’s movement is about the needs of others over personal subsistence. It’s a message that resonates with many in the city. Beneath the angst and rage felt today, or every day, is the hope for well-being in the future.Multiple unions and professional organizations—formed by engineers, artists, psychologists, educators, medical workers, social workers, tech workers, legal professionals, civil servants, and more—have held their own press conferences, rallies, or marches in response to the police brutality and governmental bankruptcy that is unfolding at alarming regularity.After a savage Sunday evening, “front line” blackshirt protestors are reevaluating their tactics. They acknowledge that the police have been able to catch them off guard by posing as part of their group. After all, where anonymity is not only encouraged, but required, it was an inevitable consequence. While they figure out how to formulate new actions, on Monday afternoon, thousands of people dressed in black packed the arrivals and departures halls of Hong Kong’s airport, some of them arriving by foot after crossing a bridge that doesn’t have a pedestrian lane. All incoming and outgoing flights until 6:00 a.m. Tuesday were canceled. It’s one of the world’s busiest airports. The people flooding the airport were mobilized in a matter of hours.Many protestors were weary. They held up signs that reiterated their demands—a complete withdrawal of an extradition bill that would have provided cover to move anyone who disagrees with the CCP’s policies to detention facilities in the mainland, a retraction of the government’s label of protests as “riots,” the release of those who have been arrested, an inquiry into recent police conduct, and universal suffrage. But one white banner unfurled from a footbridge was new—it read “an eye for an eye.” It was a more solemn affair than previous demonstrations at the airport. Several people told me they spent most of the night weeping. Collectively, the city must have lost millions of hours of sleep throughout the past two and a half months.Before sundown, and after airline staff were ordered to evacuate from the premises, many of those who participated in the sit-in walked out of the building and made their way home.The blackshirts and their supporters have been described by the city’s chief executive, Carrie Lam, as people “with no stake” in the city. The casual use of the phrase was designed to dehumanize the blackshirts, to paint them as outcasts who don’t deserve to be heard.Last week, about 500 people from Hong Kong traveled to Shenzhen for a briefing with officials attached to Beijing’s top office that governs Hong Kong affairs. These included business tycoons and pro-Beijing officials, and they were instructed to inject “positive energy” into the city and “safeguard” its prosperity. Several days later, they placed an ad on the front page of a pro-Beijing newspaper in Hong Kong in support of Carrie Lam, after they became the targets themselves of questions about why they weren’t speaking out against the unrest in Hong Kong.The blackshirts and their supporters can do the same. A crowdfunding campaign for ads in major newspapers around the world—their third—hit $1 million within an hour, nearly doubling another hour later. They’ll be published on August 17.Yet the CCP’s media machine is well-oiled. The blackshirts have been described as mobs, then criminals, then separatists, and now terrorists. Pro-CCP groups, including criminal organizations, have been called upon to “defend” the city. With proclamations that Hong Kong is a haven for terrorism, the way to an extremely violent crackdown has just been paved. 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A shiny gold coin shall be yours IF you can identify the disturbing artist whose works I based these descriptions on! Seriously, I can't remember his name. It was years ago and a bad late night on the web. Freaky stuff appropriate for your Mythos-triumphant futures. I shall try to find the artist, but really, looking at this, there are any number of options for statting them out for an RPG: horror, weird-side dungeon fantasy, some mythogical game with symbolic and moral attributes, virtues and curses...

CRANIAL COMMANDO A large, broad, headless engine body, rather in the shape of a fat crab shell, sits atop a pair of fat machined legs, each foot with three broad toes. Four long arms extend from the rounded corners of the fuselage, each like a human arm, ending in a delicate three-fingered hand protected by a massive gauntlet. Harnesses across the top and back hold a variety of range and close weapons; two or three of its hands hold one at any time.

The body remaining to the originally human pilot is centered roughly in the abdomen; a thin skull surrounds a swollen brain, other organs mixed promiscuously with machine-organs. It is cradled in a thick, crystal-clear sphere etched with fine letters and symbols. No visible sense organs.

PELAGISTRIER A modified whale. Its skull has been greatly elongated and fused with silvery crystalline material into a hard hull. The back of the skull-cab swings up, hinged with muscle and metal; the lower edge of the hatch is ragged like teeth in a jaw. A comfortable, white, leathern couch is visible in the coach of the skull; slowly writhing black stumps are at hand for a head, hands, and lower orifices. The whale's eye-sockets are likewise enlarged and bristle with sensory spines and lenses; coils reach into the mouth from asymmetrical pods alongside the beast's underbelly, where two cybernetic paws are currently at rest, streamlined against the body. The massive fins and flukes are ridged with the same crystalline-metallic substance as the cockpit.

HEREROGENOUS FIEND A roughly human form, flesh not so much stitched together as exuded from a pump and cleverly spun together. A massive left arm, leathery flesh spread across a leaden armature and now clutching a vast spiked club; two smaller limbs on the left are balanced by five on the right, the largest of which is outlined in a blur as tendrils move back and forth. The smaller arm-limbs mostly do not end in hands but in spines or cudgels to be swung on fine but sturdy cable. The thing's torso has parts of at least nine jawbones, human and animal, visible, and eyes of all sizes here and there across its surface. On the right shoulder is a child-sized form with three stubby, independent arms weakly struggling; one limb reaches up to scratch at it now and then, and it may pop off.

PRECIOUS CONTRIVANCE FOR GUESTS' DIVERTMENT A porcelain construction in the shape of an elegant, slim woman, hands, body, and head in pleasing proportion, joints clever articulations of the ceramic exterior over dully shining bronze ball joints. It plays twelve games of skill and chance, sings with a piping sound, can accompany itself on stringed and percussive instruments, and serves tea. It is dressed in courtly silk garments that intermingle with the six tubes coiling like thick braids of hair from the head, wrapped in a large and intricate knot, then under the back of the frock and out into a trunk kept hidden from view. The trunk put-puts steadily as fluids are pumped in and out of the automaton. The head, from nose up, is concealed in folds of an intricate bejeweled turban which, should it somehow come undone, reveals a pair of lidless, mad, staring human eyes set in the ceramic skull. Mistress Hortense Bejezebaelia Montessori, Margravine of Auckland and Para-duchess of the 18th Precinct. Mistress Hortense is a tall and stately creature garbed in a vast and heavy frock, much frilled and laced and beaded. Her hands always move over the stove-belly-like contraption in her midriff, which her frock parts around. Many small dials, switches and knobs fill two arcs like commas on her sides, and from time to time she adjusts these without looking at them. There is a port on the swelling large enough to admit perhaps a cat.

THE PALANQUIN OF OBLOQUY Four bearers garbed in vast, flowing, layered robes grasp the highly wrought support bars at the base of an irregular dodecahedral object, each panel shimmering with images of the mighty victories and conquests of the kings of the land. The Palanquins are the honored conveyances of high level traitors and elaborate suicides from among the pathocracy; an annual lottery allows one lucky commoner to be sealed in the Palanquin and be borne about the streets for ages to come. The bearers are masked in gleaming black and grey globular helmets attached by hoses and cables to the underside of the Palanquin. They never rest, nor sit, nor cease their stately procession, but will slow upon request, the better to observe the decorative sides of the Palanquin.

HONORED SCRIBES The Scribe sits lotus style on a small platform, a lap-desk anchored to its atrophied toes and pens, ink and styluses rakishly set out to the sides. When not writing, the scribes' arms rest on contraptions jutting wide out from the walking-platform, its hands held in cunning mudras. The head has wide and staring eyes, all black, no nose or mouth. Its pearly skin smells of sweet oil and lilac, and it wears finely woven black and red mesh. The walking-platform is draped in a kilt-like garment patterned after an insect's carapace. A pair of strong, hairless red legs shoed in elaborate sandals jut out from the kilt and trace mincing steps over the floor of the palaces and salons home to the Scribes.

SPRIGHTLY SOLDAT Four long, thin, deer-like legs are the base of this entity, whose torso can seat a human-shaped figure; a fine uniform in bright parade-ground colors largely conceals the tumorous bulges where two bodies were molded together to form this steed; four clutching hands reach out from the front and back to hold travel-goods, and the heads have also been fused and relocated into a torpedo-like arrangement on the undercarriage; the lipless mouth has large, square teeth.

NIGHTWIGHT A whippy, ectoplasmic creature with a variable number of limbs and extrusions, more human shaped than not, with a headish protuberance whose color moves from the indifferent whitish-grey of the main body mass into inky blackness arranged around a radial, irising mouth, chisel-edged, before fading into invisibility. At a distance of half a meter or so away from the head and torso, orange electrical bolts sluggishly trace the surfaces of invisible nested spheres, and figures reminiscent of a star chart, or perhaps musical notation, appear momentarily along these ghostly orbits. The night-wight can move independently but prefers to spend most of its time waving circularly over the suited remains of a ship's crew or other places where humans and machines have catastrophically breached the mind-sea.

AERONAUTIC SENTRY CUR A dog it once was, for the doggy scent hangs closely about it, and beneath the steel and ceramic of the strangely articulated helmet, a predatory canine head is still to be perceived. The jaw has been altered to swing open in two fanged limbs. The head is on a thick but sinewy neck, the chest teardrop-shaped. Four large doggy paws are symmetrically aligned like the tail fins of a rocket, legs spread so it can stand on all four or on any adjacent pair. The paws have a fat but serviceable thumb. The tail is not cropped but elongated and prehensile. Where the sternum was, at birth or in the bodies of its ancestors, there is a ceramic circular lid, hinged on the bottom edge. It opens to extend a fuel intake proboscis that can expel corrosives, terror-drugs, and other liquids. The Sentry Cur is at home in gravity and free-fall both.

FUNEREAL JUGGERNAUT A giant creature, fifteen or so meters tall, neither like a tortoise nor pachyderm but partaking of the brutish qualities of both, with six thick, apelike legs ending in massive horny paws. A harness round the torso and waist support an intricately decorated cylinder, like a section of tower, that remains level as the beast moves forward. Rubbish birds flock to whatever is on the top. It plods along, jingling with bells, chimes, gongs, wind-whistles and other noisemakers. Its head is more maw than else, with eight long tusks scrimshawed and bound with gold, and a humming machine set in the center of the maw. No eyes are to be seen, but four independently moving tubular ears may overlap in general function. Heavy, putrid incense fumes from portals around the tower, and a pair of tiny human figures, hardly bigger than children, sit attentively in harnesses at its sides. Their head and arms are unseen and beneath elaborate ceremonial robes, a range weapon pivots atop each head, tracking any movement nearby.

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Bangkok: Insider Travel Guide

(CNN)So, you’re in Thailand on a mission to cram the best of Bangkok into a weekend? It’s a big task — there’s no city in the world like this one — but it can be done.

But you’re in luck. This quick guide ensures you can at least hit the highlights on your quest for the best of Bangkok.

It’s worth keeping in mind that hotel prices vary dramatically depending on the time of year. High season runs from October to April, so the best bargains can be had May to September.

Hotels

Luxury

The Siam

This stunning, antique-laced property on the Chao Praya River recalls the time of King Rama V (1853-1910), a period when Bangkok was a tranquil, smog-free riverside idyll.

Since opening in 2012 the accolades have been rolling in from travel rags around the world.

With great restaurants, a poolside bar, muay Thai gym and spa, this 39-room resort set on three acres is almost a vacation unto itself.

Though a bit of a hike from the city center, there’s a regular hotel-operated ferry that shuttles guests to the Taksin pier, where they can jump on the BTS Skytrain.

Mandarin Oriental Bangkok

This Bangkok institution is a step back to a time when luggage was carried in trunks, dinner dress was de rigueur (tropics or not) and tea on the veranda was served with a stiff G&T to ward off mosquitoes.

More than 100 years old, the Oriental’s Author’s Wing retains its magical aura with its picturesque parlors, each named for a scribe they once hosted, including the likes of Somerset Maugham, Joseph Conrad and Ernest Hemingway.

The Garden Wing offers similar heights of nostalgic luxury, while the modern River Wing and Tower have a more contemporary design.

And if it weren’t patently obvious from the never-ending stream of awards rained upon this five-star, best of Bangkok landmark, high tea in the Mandarin Oriental’s library is simply too civilized for the mere words of us regrettably non-famous authors.

St. Regis Bangkok

Nearly a quarter of the 227 guest rooms at this elegant property are suites — this should give an idea of the level of comfort to which the St. Regis aspires and generally attains.

A specialty is off-site activities geared toward “the artistic visionary, the epicurean voyager, the passionate connoisseur.”

Care for a deep-sea fishing trip with one of the hotel’s celebrated chefs?

A private Fendi shopping trip?

The hotel will arrange it.

W Hotel Bangkok

The stylish W concept remains intact at this 407-room hotel (“chili-hot nightlife” is advertised) located on Bangkok’s Embassy Row near a vibrant commercial district.

Rooms are basic but fully wired and come with good robes and a Munchie Box.

Bathrooms come with rainforest showers.

City-view room views are nice.

Mid-range

Mode Sathorn

With the opening of Mode Sathorn, Siam@Siam gets the second design hotel in its Bangkok portfolio, which the brand is somewhat predictably characterizing as “fashionable lifestyle.”

The property has 201 rooms and suites in five categories, each featuring a different design concept, plus a presidential suite on the 36th floor.

F&B offerings come in the form of three restaurants and three bars.

Theatre Bar is the standout thanks to a circular TV screen and three areas segregated by your poison of choice, be it wine, beer or cocktails.

As with its sister hotel, Mode Sathorn features a rooftop bar.

If live DJs in al fresco vogue settings aren’t your thing, Secret M has a private indoor dining cove one floor below.

Galleria 10 Hotel Bangkok

Formerly the Ramada Encore, the Galleria 10 is a 188-room, chrome-and-glass hotel with modern furnishings.

It’s geared toward “always-on-the-go” business travelers, with high-speed Internet access included in the room rate, 40-inch LCD TV with satellite channels, good-sized working areas, direct dial telephones and HDMI easy plug-in.

There are some nice outdoor spaces for drinks around the pool.

Bangkok Treehouse

Inspired by Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden,” the 12-suite Bangkok Treehouse allows guests to get back to nature in Bang Krajao, the “green lungs of Bangkok.”

Guests arrive via a dedicated shuttle boat across the Chao Phraya, disembarking onto a floating pontoon overlooked by the hotel’s gourmet organic restaurant.

Each standard suite is divided into three levels (living room, bedroom and roof deck), offering views of the surrounding river, mangroves and coconut plantations.

Inside, the rooms are comfortable and cozy, with all the expected features (TV, DVD, Wi-Fi) and optional air-conditioning.

Loy La Long

Quirky and comfy, the seven color-coded rooms at this two-story wood property on the edge of Chinatown range from a four-bedroom family dorm (guests pay per bed) to the river-view suite that allows you to wake up to the sight of barges floating past — along with the occasional roaring longtail engine.

There’s a fantastic “living room,” where guests can park on a floor cushion and watch the life on the river pass by.

Near Tha Tien Pier, Loy La Long is hidden behind a temple complex right on the edge of Chinatown.

Not easy to find, but the payoff is worth it.

Budget

Lub D

Lub D proves that being on a budget doesn’t have to mean losing out on style or location.

There are two Lub D “hostels” in Bangkok, both rocking an industrial chic design.

The original is on Decho Road, off Silom.

The newer Siam location is opposite National Stadium, close to the BTS SkyTrain and a short walk to Siam Square and the malls of Rajaprasong.

It has four-bed dorms, economy twin rooms, doubles and, our favorite, a queen-bed suite with a private bathroom and LCD TV.

The Wi-Fi is free and the beer cheap.

You won’t find those attributes in too many five-star establishments.

Dining

Nahm

Offering Thai fine dining with exquisite attention to detail, the best ingredients and authenticity, Nahm provides the best of Bangkok culinary experiences.

Head Chef David Thompson, who received a Michelin star for his London-based Thai restaurant of the same name, opened this branch in the Metropolitan Hotel in 2010.

If that doesn’t sell you, perhaps the fact it’s the only Thai restaurant to crack the top 10 of the world’s 50 best restaurants list will.

Through recipes based on archaic Siamese cookbooks and other dishes passed down in “funeral books,” you’ll receive both perfect renditions of Thai classics such as tom yum goong, as well as fresh surprises difficult to find outside the Thai home.

Issaya Siamese Club

Issaya Siamese Club is internationally acclaimed Thai chef Ian Kittichai’s first flagship Bangkok restaurant.

The menu in this beautifully restored colonial house features traditional Thai cuisine combined with modern cooking methods.

There a few misses but for the most part everything on the menu is unique, delicious and oh-so-pretty.

We recommend the banana blossom Thai salad, chili-glazed baby back ribs and massaman lamb.

Bo.Lan

Bo.Lan has been making waves in Bangkok’s culinary scene since it opened in 2009.

Serving hard-to-find Thai dishes in an upscale, hip atmosphere, the restaurant is true to Thai cuisine’s roots, yet still manages to add a special twist.

Located on Sukhumvit Soi 24, Bo.Lan stars include the smoked Chiang Mai river trout salad, green curry stuffed egg yolks and stir-fried beef with dried shrimp paste.

This place is good for a romantic dinner or a work meeting with colleagues who appreciate fine food.

For the especially ravenous, there’s a large set menu

Gaggan

Earning first place on the latest “Asia’s 50 best restaurants” list, progressive Indian restaurant Gaggan is one of the most exciting venues to arrive in Bangkok in recent years.

But don’t go into this place thinking you’re going to be enjoying the usual Indian dishes like butter chicken or mutton biryani.

El-Bulli-trained chef Gaggan Anand uses molecular technology to put a funky twist on classic dishes from his native India, rendering many of them unrecognizable while giving you that “a-ha!” moment as the connection hits your taste buds.

The best table in this two-story colonial Thai home offers a window right into the kitchen, where you can see Gaggan and his staff in action.

Culinary theater at its best.

Supanniga Eating Room

If you want more from Thai cuisine than green curry, pad Thai and papaya salad Supanniga Eating Room is a great new Bangkok option.

It’s located in a narrow, three-story Thonglor shophouse, decked out with raw cement walls, yellow booths and outdoor sofas on the top floor.

Inspired by Trat province on Thailand’s southeastern coast and the northeast Isaan region, the menu has rewards for the uninitiated.

Highlights include yam pla salid thod krob (sweet and sour salad with crispy fish) and sweet and herbal moo chor muang (fatty chunks of pork in an earthy curry of sour leaves).

Almost every dish here is colorful — yes, you’ll be taking pictures of it before you eat — and the mood is casual.

Somtum Der

At this little eatery you get personal service and authentic Isaan-style street food without the street.

The restaurant is air-conditioned, which is a good thing since dishes have plenty of spice.

Chicken, pork and seafood are grilled nicely and come with sticky rice. Veggies are fresh and crisp.

A great quick, flip-flop-friendly pit stop.

Soul Food Mahanakorn

An expat favorite, low-key lighting and wood finishing define the cozy interior of this three-floor shop house.

Soul Food Mahanakorn’s kitchen revolves around what’s fresh in the markets — seafood from Sam Yan one day or meat from Or Tor Kor another.

Healthy organic foods, such as rice, meats and some vegetables, are sourced from organic farmers in the northeast.

Recommended dishes: everything. It’s all good here.

The cocktails are fantastic, too, especially the “Bangkok Bastard,” a mojito-like drink with a Thai-style twist.

Shop houses and street food

Bangkok is famous for its street food and shop-house restaurants, which makes picking just one vendor difficult.

To experience the best of Bangkok street food, we advise hitting some of the more famous eating neighborhoods and start sampling.

Most shop houses or street vendors specialize in one dish, whether it’s duck noodles, pad Thai or red pork on rice.

Some of the best Bangkok street food zones to hit include Bang Rak (between Taksin BTS station and the junction of Charoen Krung and Silom Road), Victory Monument (BTS: Victory Monument), Soi Ari (BTS: Ari), Chinatown, Wongwian Yai and Ratchawat.

Nightlife

The Speakeasy

An upmarket bar with great views, The Speakeasy at Hotel Muse is set in a beautiful space on the 24th and 25th floors.

Designed to bring back some Prohibition Era nostalgia, it consists of two bars, a cigar lounge, private salas and a boardroo.

Sukhumvit Soi 11

In recent years, this busy Bangkok street in the city’s Nana area has been pumped full of hotels, tourist-friendly pubs, nightclubs and restaurants.

Soi 11 newcomers worth checking out include Apoteka — great live music, stiff drinks and craft beer — and Levels, an enormous, high-ceilinged room whose centerpiece is a circular, glowing bar with a jazzy LED chandelier overhead.

The latter has house-heavy DJs every night, with the occasional visiting big deal international act.

RCA

Another great place for bar hopping — if you don’t mind hanging with the under-25 set — the numerous clubs and pubs that line Royal City Avenue (taxi drivers all know it as RCA) provide a congregation point for youngsters looking to chill out.

Named for the historic American highway, Route 66 is the mother of all clubs here, where the ghetto riche and urban fab descend in throngs to dance to a variety of music.

For live music, there’s Cosmic Caf.

WTF

Curious name aside, WTF on Sukhumvit Soi 51 lives up to its multi-faceted concept of food-drink-art-friendship, attracting the city’s intellectual and creative class.

WTF is comfortably tiny, with a few tables scattered around on the first floor near a well-stocked bar, while the second floor serves as a gallery space.

Maggie Choo’s

It may be located in the basement of a hotel (accessed via a separate, dark entrance), but this speakeasy-like bar with a Shanghai opium den vibe comes with the solid pedigree of nightlife mogul Ashley Sutton.

Sutton is behind several of the city’s time warping establishments, such as Iron Fairies and Fat Gutz.

At Maggie Choo’s, you get live jazz, leather armchairs, bank vaults and Queen Victoria busts juxtaposed with cocktails, tile work, lattice and heavy wooden doors.

Beautiful women clad in cheongsams hang from swings and drape themselves across the bar.

Bangkok bars can please the eyes; here are 9 of the most stunning

Shopping

Thai fashion designers

Beyond the city’s many Louis Vuitton, Herms and other big-brand boutiques at high-end malls are some talented local designers earning global praise as well.

So where to find Thailand’s hottest young designers?

Gaysorn Plaza has popular brands like Sretsis and Issue, while celeb favorite Kloset has shops at Siam Center, Siam Paragon and CentralWorld.

To check out the designs of up-and-comer k and i, head to Zen at CentralWorld.

Jatujak Weekend Market

Bangkok’s Jatujak (or Chatuchak) Weekend Market — JJ for short — is one of the biggest in Asia. Covering 35 acres, it has thousands of vendors and attracts as many as 200,000 shoppers on weekends,

It’s the place to go for Thai handicrafts, artwork, clothing, household goods and even pets.

The downside? It’s hot. It’s crowded. And it’s easy to get lost amid the labyrinthine network of stalls.

Yet that’s why some people love it.

The rest of us avoid the madness by going early in the morning, before 9 a.m., or later in the day, at about 4 p.m.

Jatujak Weekend Market, BTS, Mo Chit station; MRT: Chatuchak Park Station

Asiatique The Riverfront

Asiatique The Riverfront is a huge shopping and entertainment complex beside Bangkok’s Chao Phraya river.

Inspired by the city’s days as a riverside trading post in the early 1900s, it resembles a traditional pier with rows of warehouses.

The restaurants and bars include a mixture of upscale bistro-style restaurants serving Thai, Japanese, French and Italian, as well as an Irish pub and a wine bar.

There’s also an outdoor, covered food court.

The best way to get there is to hop on the free shuttle boat that runs regularly from the BTS Thaksin pier.

Attractions

Ancient City

This is the only way to tour Thailand’s most significant historical sites in a day.

About a 45-minute drive from the city, this Samut Prakan attraction features replicas of dozens of major Thai landmarks, from the Grand Palace in Bangkok to the contested Preah Vihear temple on the border with Cambodia.

Given Ancient City’s size, walking isn’t recommended.

Better to rent a golf cart or a bike to cruise around the park.

Siam Niramit

A well-designed stage production featuring more than 100 performers, Siam Niramit crams seven centuries of Thai culture into a fantastic 80-minute show that’s heavy on special effects.

Shows start daily at 8 p.m. and there’s an onsite restaurant offering a fairly standard Thai buffet dinner from 5:30 p.m.

After the show, families can check out onsite attractions like elephant rides, a recreation of a traditional Thai village and other cultural displays.

Jim Thompson House

The legend of Jim Thompson is outlined in every Thailand guidebook, while the iconic brand’s products are in 13 shops around Bangkok and two factory outlets.

For the true experience, head for the historic Jim Thompson House and learn about the brand’s mysterious namesake, an American who gained worldwide recognition for rebuilding the Thai silk industry before disappearing in the Malaysian jungle in 1967.

The traditional Thai-style teak house, surrounded by plants and trees, is filled with Southeast Asian antiques that he acquired through his travels.

But don’t let us convince you of its quality.

Somerset Maugham, who dined with Thompson at this house in 1959, summed it up best: “You have not only beautiful things, but what is rare, you have arranged them with faultless taste.”

Museum of Contemporary Art

For a look at Thailand’s modern art scene, you’ll need to head out of the downtown core to Bangkok’s new Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA).

A five-story space owned by a Thai telecommunications magnate who wanted to share his huge Thai modern art collection with the masses, MOCA offers a great introduction to those who want a primer on Thailand’s art scene.

Most of the country’s leading artists of the last 50 years are represented, as well as some lesser-known greats.

Museum of Floral Culture

This is one of Bangkok’s gorgeous surprises.

The creation of Thai floral artist Sakul Intakul, the museum is for flower and nature lovers and those with an interest in Thai flower culture.

It features exhibits of important floral cultures from civilizations across Asia such as India, China, Japan, Laos and Bali/Indonesia.

It’s housed in a beautifully preserved, 100-year-old teak mansion with colonial architecture.

Lush grounds have been transformed into an impeccably landscaped Thai-meets-Zen-style garden.

Temples

As Thailand is 95 percent Buddhist, there are of course hundreds of Bangkok temples — known in Thai as “wats.”

For a look at how locals worship, head to any one of the glittering neighborhood wats, often located far down tiny sois and well out of the way of tourist traffic.

Some are actually in massive complexes filled with halls, schools and revered statues.

The three big ones on the tourist trail — the Grand Palace, Wat Po and Wat Arun — should be a best of Bangkok stop on any first-timer’s itinerary, as they are genuinely impressive and loaded with historical significance.

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Bangkok: Insider Travel Guide

(CNN)So, you’re in Thailand on a mission to cram the best of Bangkok into a weekend? It’s a big task — there’s no city in the world like this one — but it can be done.

But you’re in luck. This quick guide ensures you can at least hit the highlights on your quest for the best of Bangkok.

It’s worth keeping in mind that hotel prices vary dramatically depending on the time of year. High season runs from October to April, so the best bargains can be had May to September.

Hotels

Luxury

The Siam

This stunning, antique-laced property on the Chao Praya River recalls the time of King Rama V (1853-1910), a period when Bangkok was a tranquil, smog-free riverside idyll.

Since opening in 2012 the accolades have been rolling in from travel rags around the world.

With great restaurants, a poolside bar, muay Thai gym and spa, this 39-room resort set on three acres is almost a vacation unto itself.

Though a bit of a hike from the city center, there’s a regular hotel-operated ferry that shuttles guests to the Taksin pier, where they can jump on the BTS Skytrain.

Mandarin Oriental Bangkok

The Garden Wing offers similar heights of nostalgic luxury, while the modern River Wing and Tower have a more contemporary design.

St. Regis Bangkok

Nearly a quarter of the 227 guest rooms at this elegant property are suites — this should give an idea of the level of comfort to which the St. Regis aspires and generally attains.

A specialty is off-site activities geared toward “the artistic visionary, the epicurean voyager, the passionate connoisseur.”

Care for a deep-sea fishing trip with one of the hotel’s celebrated chefs?

A private Fendi shopping trip?

The hotel will arrange it.

W Hotel Bangkok

The stylish W concept remains intact at this 407-room hotel (“chili-hot nightlife” is advertised) located on Bangkok’s Embassy Row near a vibrant commercial district.

Rooms are basic but fully wired and come with good robes and a Munchie Box.

Bathrooms come with rainforest showers.

City-view room views are nice.

Mid-range

Mode Sathorn

With the opening of Mode Sathorn, Siam@Siam gets the second design hotel in its Bangkok portfolio, which the brand is somewhat predictably characterizing as “fashionable lifestyle.”

The property has 201 rooms and suites in five categories, each featuring a different design concept, plus a presidential suite on the 36th floor.

F&B offerings come in the form of three restaurants and three bars.

Theatre Bar is the standout thanks to a circular TV screen and three areas segregated by your poison of choice, be it wine, beer or cocktails.

As with its sister hotel, Mode Sathorn features a rooftop bar.

If live DJs in al fresco vogue settings aren’t your thing, Secret M has a private indoor dining cove one floor below.

Galleria 10 Hotel Bangkok

Formerly the Ramada Encore, the Galleria 10 is a 188-room, chrome-and-glass hotel with modern furnishings.

There are some nice outdoor spaces for drinks around the pool.

Bangkok Treehouse

Inspired by Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden,” the 12-suite Bangkok Treehouse allows guests to get back to nature in Bang Krajao, the “green lungs of Bangkok.”

Guests arrive via a dedicated shuttle boat across the Chao Phraya, disembarking onto a floating pontoon overlooked by the hotel’s gourmet organic restaurant.

Each standard suite is divided into three levels (living room, bedroom and roof deck), offering views of the surrounding river, mangroves and coconut plantations.

Inside, the rooms are comfortable and cozy, with all the expected features (TV, DVD, Wi-Fi) and optional air-conditioning.

Loy La Long

There’s a fantastic “living room,” where guests can park on a floor cushion and watch the life on the river pass by.

Near Tha Tien Pier, Loy La Long is hidden behind a temple complex right on the edge of Chinatown.

Not easy to find, but the payoff is worth it.

Budget

Lub D

Lub D proves that being on a budget doesn’t have to mean losing out on style or location.

There are two Lub D “hostels” in Bangkok, both rocking an industrial chic design.

The original is on Decho Road, off Silom.

The newer Siam location is opposite National Stadium, close to the BTS SkyTrain and a short walk to Siam Square and the malls of Rajaprasong.

It has four-bed dorms, economy twin rooms, doubles and, our favorite, a queen-bed suite with a private bathroom and LCD TV.

The Wi-Fi is free and the beer cheap.

You won’t find those attributes in too many five-star establishments.

Dining

Nahm

Offering Thai fine dining with exquisite attention to detail, the best ingredients and authenticity, Nahm provides the best of Bangkok culinary experiences.

Head Chef David Thompson, who received a Michelin star for his London-based Thai restaurant of the same name, opened this branch in the Metropolitan Hotel in 2010.

If that doesn’t sell you, perhaps the fact it’s the only Thai restaurant to crack the top 10 of the world’s 50 best restaurants list will.

Issaya Siamese Club

Issaya Siamese Club is internationally acclaimed Thai chef Ian Kittichai’s first flagship Bangkok restaurant.

The menu in this beautifully restored colonial house features traditional Thai cuisine combined with modern cooking methods.

There a few misses but for the most part everything on the menu is unique, delicious and oh-so-pretty.

We recommend the banana blossom Thai salad, chili-glazed baby back ribs and massaman lamb.

Bo.Lan

Bo.Lan has been making waves in Bangkok’s culinary scene since it opened in 2009.

Serving hard-to-find Thai dishes in an upscale, hip atmosphere, the restaurant is true to Thai cuisine’s roots, yet still manages to add a special twist.

Located on Sukhumvit Soi 24, Bo.Lan stars include the smoked Chiang Mai river trout salad, green curry stuffed egg yolks and stir-fried beef with dried shrimp paste.

This place is good for a romantic dinner or a work meeting with colleagues who appreciate fine food.

For the especially ravenous, there’s a large set menu

Gaggan

Earning first place on the latest “Asia’s 50 best restaurants” list, progressive Indian restaurant Gaggan is one of the most exciting venues to arrive in Bangkok in recent years.

But don’t go into this place thinking you’re going to be enjoying the usual Indian dishes like butter chicken or mutton biryani.

The best table in this two-story colonial Thai home offers a window right into the kitchen, where you can see Gaggan and his staff in action.

Culinary theater at its best.

Supanniga Eating Room

If you want more from Thai cuisine than green curry, pad Thai and papaya salad Supanniga Eating Room is a great new Bangkok option.

It’s located in a narrow, three-story Thonglor shophouse, decked out with raw cement walls, yellow booths and outdoor sofas on the top floor.

Inspired by Trat province on Thailand’s southeastern coast and the northeast Isaan region, the menu has rewards for the uninitiated.

Highlights include yam pla salid thod krob (sweet and sour salad with crispy fish) and sweet and herbal moo chor muang (fatty chunks of pork in an earthy curry of sour leaves).

Almost every dish here is colorful — yes, you’ll be taking pictures of it before you eat — and the mood is casual.

Somtum Der

At this little eatery you get personal service and authentic Isaan-style street food without the street.

The restaurant is air-conditioned, which is a good thing since dishes have plenty of spice.

Chicken, pork and seafood are grilled nicely and come with sticky rice. Veggies are fresh and crisp.

A great quick, flip-flop-friendly pit stop.

Soul Food Mahanakorn

An expat favorite, low-key lighting and wood finishing define the cozy interior of this three-floor shop house.

Soul Food Mahanakorn’s kitchen revolves around what’s fresh in the markets — seafood from Sam Yan one day or meat from Or Tor Kor another.

Healthy organic foods, such as rice, meats and some vegetables, are sourced from organic farmers in the northeast.

Recommended dishes: everything. It’s all good here.

The cocktails are fantastic, too, especially the “Bangkok Bastard,” a mojito-like drink with a Thai-style twist.

Shop houses and street food

Bangkok is famous for its street food and shop-house restaurants, which makes picking just one vendor difficult.

To experience the best of Bangkok street food, we advise hitting some of the more famous eating neighborhoods and start sampling.

Most shop houses or street vendors specialize in one dish, whether it’s duck noodles, pad Thai or red pork on rice.

Nightlife

The Speakeasy

An upmarket bar with great views, The Speakeasy at Hotel Muse is set in a beautiful space on the 24th and 25th floors.

Designed to bring back some Prohibition Era nostalgia, it consists of two bars, a cigar lounge, private salas and a boardroo.

Sukhumvit Soi 11

In recent years, this busy Bangkok street in the city’s Nana area has been pumped full of hotels, tourist-friendly pubs, nightclubs and restaurants.

The latter has house-heavy DJs every night, with the occasional visiting big deal international act.

RCA

Named for the historic American highway, Route 66 is the mother of all clubs here, where the ghetto riche and urban fab descend in throngs to dance to a variety of music.

For live music, there’s Cosmic Caf.

WTF

Curious name aside, WTF on Sukhumvit Soi 51 lives up to its multi-faceted concept of food-drink-art-friendship, attracting the city’s intellectual and creative class.

WTF is comfortably tiny, with a few tables scattered around on the first floor near a well-stocked bar, while the second floor serves as a gallery space.

Maggie Choo’s

Sutton is behind several of the city’s time warping establishments, such as Iron Fairies and Fat Gutz.

At Maggie Choo’s, you get live jazz, leather armchairs, bank vaults and Queen Victoria busts juxtaposed with cocktails, tile work, lattice and heavy wooden doors.

Beautiful women clad in cheongsams hang from swings and drape themselves across the bar.

Bangkok bars can please the eyes; here are 9 of the most stunning

Shopping

Thai fashion designers

Beyond the city’s many Louis Vuitton, Herms and other big-brand boutiques at high-end malls are some talented local designers earning global praise as well.

So where to find Thailand’s hottest young designers?

Gaysorn Plaza has popular brands like Sretsis and Issue, while celeb favorite Kloset has shops at Siam Center, Siam Paragon and CentralWorld.

To check out the designs of up-and-comer k and i, head to Zen at CentralWorld.

Jatujak Weekend Market

It’s the place to go for Thai handicrafts, artwork, clothing, household goods and even pets.

The downside? It’s hot. It’s crowded. And it’s easy to get lost amid the labyrinthine network of stalls.

Yet that’s why some people love it.

The rest of us avoid the madness by going early in the morning, before 9 a.m., or later in the day, at about 4 p.m.

Jatujak Weekend Market, BTS, Mo Chit station; MRT: Chatuchak Park Station

Asiatique The Riverfront

Asiatique The Riverfront is a huge shopping and entertainment complex beside Bangkok’s Chao Phraya river.

Inspired by the city’s days as a riverside trading post in the early 1900s, it resembles a traditional pier with rows of warehouses.

The restaurants and bars include a mixture of upscale bistro-style restaurants serving Thai, Japanese, French and Italian, as well as an Irish pub and a wine bar.

There’s also an outdoor, covered food court.

The best way to get there is to hop on the free shuttle boat that runs regularly from the BTS Thaksin pier.

Attractions

Ancient City

This is the only way to tour Thailand’s most significant historical sites in a day.

Given Ancient City’s size, walking isn’t recommended.

Better to rent a golf cart or a bike to cruise around the park.

Siam Niramit

A well-designed stage production featuring more than 100 performers, Siam Niramit crams seven centuries of Thai culture into a fantastic 80-minute show that’s heavy on special effects.

Shows start daily at 8 p.m. and there’s an onsite restaurant offering a fairly standard Thai buffet dinner from 5:30 p.m.

After the show, families can check out onsite attractions like elephant rides, a recreation of a traditional Thai village and other cultural displays.

Jim Thompson House

The legend of Jim Thompson is outlined in every Thailand guidebook, while the iconic brand’s products are in 13 shops around Bangkok and two factory outlets.

The traditional Thai-style teak house, surrounded by plants and trees, is filled with Southeast Asian antiques that he acquired through his travels.

But don’t let us convince you of its quality.

Somerset Maugham, who dined with Thompson at this house in 1959, summed it up best: “You have not only beautiful things, but what is rare, you have arranged them with faultless taste.”

Museum of Contemporary Art

For a look at Thailand’s modern art scene, you’ll need to head out of the downtown core to Bangkok’s new Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA).

Most of the country’s leading artists of the last 50 years are represented, as well as some lesser-known greats.

Museum of Floral Culture

This is one of Bangkok’s gorgeous surprises.

The creation of Thai floral artist Sakul Intakul, the museum is for flower and nature lovers and those with an interest in Thai flower culture.

It features exhibits of important floral cultures from civilizations across Asia such as India, China, Japan, Laos and Bali/Indonesia.

It’s housed in a beautifully preserved, 100-year-old teak mansion with colonial architecture.

Lush grounds have been transformed into an impeccably landscaped Thai-meets-Zen-style garden.

Temples

As Thailand is 95 percent Buddhist, there are of course hundreds of Bangkok temples — known in Thai as “wats.”

For a look at how locals worship, head to any one of the glittering neighborhood wats, often located far down tiny sois and well out of the way of tourist traffic.

Some are actually in massive complexes filled with halls, schools and revered statues.

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my head is an echo chamber, sometimes

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it’s never long enough to be u

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