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2023.06.04 16:44 I-am-the-Peel (Spoilers Extended) A Character Analysis of Varys, the fake and lying eunuch
Apologies for the length and lateness of this post, past few months have been quite chaotic and haven't had much access to the internet, I dunno when I'll be back on this sub again after this so until then, more posts from me will be a Dream for Spring Summer (probably)
Over the years I've read a great many theories about the character of Varys, his motivations, his scheming throughout the series and his endgame, but none of them have ever truly sat well with me for how much his character feels simplified. He is one of ASOIAF's most complex characters who I still believe we haven't entirely cracked yet, and I for one still believe even after writing this post up and reflecting on it, there's still some of his character that I haven't figured out.
However, I want to propose an alternative character analysis to the character of Varys, one that drifts away from the more common take on his character - Varys is not a eunuch or a friend of Tyrion Lannister, and has spent his entire life lying about his manhood to deter anyone from thinking that he could father any children, so that fAegon, his true son, would always be protected while hiding.
Let us begin by breaking down each of the lies that define his character.
First, the lie that he was castrated as a young slave and had his manhood thrown into a fire by 'a certain man', which resulted in the fire turning magically blue and 'a voice' speaking out to Varys.
"One day at Myr, a certain man came to our folly. After the performance, he made an offer for me that my master found too tempting to refuse. I was in terror. I feared the man meant to use me as I had heard men used small boys, but in truth the only part of me he had need of was my manhood. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a long hooked blade, he sliced me root and stem, chanting all the while. I watched him burn my manly parts on a brazier. The flames turned blue, and I heard a voice answer his call, though I did not understand the words they spoke. "The mummers had sailed by the time he was done with me. Once I had served his purpose, the man had no further interest in me, so he put me out. When I asked him what I should do now, he answered that he supposed I should die. To spite him, I resolved to live. I begged, I stole, and I sold what parts of my body still remained to me. Soon I was as good a thief as any in Myr, and when I was older I learned that often the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse. "Yet I still dream of that night, my lord. Not of the sorcerer, nor his blade, nor even the way my manhood shriveled as it burned. I dream of the voice. The voice from the flames. Was it a god, a demon, some conjurer's trick? I could not tell you, and I know all the tricks. All I can say for a certainty is that he called it, and it answered, and since that day I have hated magic and all those who practice it. If Lord Stannis is one such, I mean to see him dead." - ACOK - TYRION X
Now there is much from this excerpt to raise complaints and questions about Varys' story;
- There are no known instances of individuals being mutilated and having their mutilated parts being sacrificed in the flames for the sake of blood magic or appeasing R'hllor. Individuals have often been sacrificed to the flames, but sacrificed in their whole bodies.
- The details of how Varys was mutilated and that he was able to survive is unbelievable, and even more unbelievable that he went on to live as an orphan on the streets after this horrific ordeal with little to no medical treatment. Varys' simple claim that he "resolved to live" is very vague.
- Varys can remember this mystic and mysterious voice, but not what it send or what the words sounded like. Melisandre claims to hear the voices of R'hllor in the flames and voices could be heard from Drogo's tent when Mirri Maz Duhr was performing her blood magic, but these voices are only heard by the sorcerers, and not the victims. By all accounts, Varys should not have been able to hear these voices, if part of himself was fed to the flames.
But the weakest part of all is that Varys says that he "hates magic and all those who practise it", yet he goes to great lengths to protect and look out for Daenerys, and try to join fAegon's forces with hers, despite knowing that she has three magical dragons by her side.
"How many days until we reach the river?" he asked Illyrio that evening. "At this pace, your queen's dragons will be larger than Aegon's three before I can lay eyes upon them." "Would it were so. A large dragon is more fearsome than a small one." The magister shrugged. "Much as it would please me to welcome Queen Daenerys to Volantis, I must rely on you and Griff for that. I can serve her best in Pentos, smoothing the way for her return. So long as I am with you, though … well, an old fat man must have his comforts, yes? Come, drink a cup of wine." - ADWD - TYRION II
Illyrio is Varys' best friend and closest confidant, who he works with to protect Daenerys for much of her life and is willing to crown her as Queen alongside fAegon even though she has magical fire-breathing dragons that Varys, a victim of magical flames, would despise.
Illyrio, the same man who praised R'hllor, a God that Varys despises;
Her brother was waiting in the cool of the entry hall, seated on the edge of the pool, his hand trailing in the water. He rose when she appeared and looked her over critically. "Stand there," he told her. "Turn around. Yes. Good. You look …" "Regal," Magister Illyrio said, stepping through an archway. He moved with surprising delicacy for such a massive man. Beneath loose garments of flame-colored silk, rolls of fat jiggled as he walked. Gemstones glittered on every finger, and his man had oiled his forked yellow beard until it shone like real gold. "May the Lord of Light shower you with blessings on this most fortunate day, Princess Daenerys," the magister said as he took her hand. He bowed his head, showing a thin glimpse of crooked yellow teeth through the gold of his beard. "She is a vision, Your Grace, a vision," he told her brother. "Drogo will be enraptured." - AGOT - DAENERYS I
Neither Viserys or Daenerys were followers of R'hllor at this point, or surrounded by any followers, meaning Illyrio didn't need to bring up this form of prayer to R'hllor unless it was genuine or near genuine on his own part.
It makes little sense that Varys would entertain the company of those who worship R'hllor or magical forms of fire, if Varys truly is traumatised by what seemingly happened to him as a slave child by fire.
As well as Illyrio, this is apparent in Aerys II, who would regularly burn people in the throne room with wildfire, in the presence of Varys;
Frustrated, Aerys turned to the Wisdoms of the ancient Guild of Alchemists, who knew the secret of producing the volatile jade green substance known as wildfire, said to be a close cousin to dragonflame. The pyromancers became a regular fixture at his court as the king's fascination with fire grew. By 280 AC, Aerys II had taken to burning traitors, murderers, and plotters, rather than hanging or beheading them. The king seemed to take great pleasure in these fiery executions, which were presided over by Wisdom Rossart, the grand master of the Guild of Alchemists...so much so that he granted Rossart the title of Lord and gave him a seat upon the small council. - TWOIAF - THE TARGARYEN KINGS - AERYS II
Not only would Varys be present to witness these burnings, but Varys even encouraged Aerys to burn other individuals suspected of treachery, and fuelled both Aerys' paranoia and bloodlust;
He floated in heat, in memory. "After dancing griffins lost the Battle of the Bells, Aerys exiled him." Why am I telling this absurd ugly child? "He had finally realized that Robert was no mere outlaw lord to be crushed at whim, but the greatest threat House Targaryen had faced since Daemon Blackfyre. The king reminded Lewyn Martell gracelessly that he held Elia and sent him to take command of the ten thousand Dornishmen coming up the kingsroad. Jon Darry and Barristan Selmy rode to Stoney Sept to rally what they could of griffins' men, and Prince Rhaegar returned from the south and persuaded his father to swallow his pride and summon my father. But no raven returned from Casterly Rock, and that made the king even more afraid. He saw traitors everywhere, and Varys was always there to point out any he might have missed. So His Grace commanded his alchemists to place caches of wildfire all over King's Landing. Beneath Baelor's Sept and the hovels of Flea Bottom, under stables and storehouses, at all seven gates, even in the cellars of the Red Keep itself. - ASOS - JAIME V
Varys developed a reputation for egging on Aerys' paranoia and encouraging him to execute apparent traitors by fire, so much so that people like Barristan lay chief blame for Aerys' downfall into madness on Varys for exploiting it;
"It is not a question of wanting. The throne is mine, as Robert's heir. That is law. After me, it must pass to my daughter, unless Selyse should finally give me a son." He ran three fingers lightly down the table, over the layers of smooth hard varnish, dark with age. "I am king. Wants do not enter into it. I have a duty to my daughter. To the realm. Even to Robert. He loved me but little, I know, yet he was my brother. The Lannister woman gave him horns and made a motley fool of him. She may have murdered him as well, as she murdered Jon Arryn and Ned Stark. For such crimes there must be justice. Starting with Cersei and her abominations. But only starting. I mean to scour that court clean. As Robert should have done, after the Trident. Ser Barristan once told me that the rot in King Aerys's reign began with Varys. The eunuch should never have been pardoned. No more than the Kingslayer. At the least, Robert should have stripped the white cloak from Jaime and sent him to the Wall, as Lord Stark urged. He listened to Jon Arryn instead. I was still at Storm's End, under siege and unconsulted." He turned abruptly, to give Davos a hard shrewd look. "The truth, now. Why did you wish to murder Lady Melisandre?" - ASOS - DAVOS IV
It makes very little sense that Varys, a eunuch who seemingly hates worshippers of R'hllor and pyromancers for burning people and sacrificing his manhood to the flames as a child, would be best friends with a man who praises R'hllor or encourage his previous King to burn several people, many of whom were likely innocent of the claims of treachery put against them. But it makes a lot more sense that Varys actually never had a problem with R'hllor or wildfire, and instead chose to encourage Aerys' paranoia so that he would always both seem useful to Aerys and be on good relations with him, to solidify his position of power on the Small Council, given that he was just a young foreign man in Westeros and wholly dependent on Aerys' support to maintain his standing in King's Landing.
The second lie of Varys' character that I wish to tackle is his apparent concern for the wellbeing of children;
"No," Ned pleaded, his voice cracking. "Varys, gods have mercy, do as you like with me, but leave my daughter out of your schemes. Sansa's no more than a child." "Rhaenys was a child too. Prince Rhaegar's daughter. A precious little thing, younger than your girls. She had a small black kitten she called Balerion, did you know? I always wondered what happened to him. Rhaenys liked to pretend he was the true Balerion, the Black Dread of old, but I imagine the Lannisters taught her the difference between a kitten and a dragon quick enough, the day they broke down her door." Varys gave a long weary sigh, the sigh of a man who carried all the sadness of the world in a sack upon his shoulders. "The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that's true, Lord Eddard, tell me … why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? Ponder it, if you would, while you wait upon the queen. And spare a thought for this as well: The next visitor who calls on you could bring you bread and cheese and the milk of the poppy for your pain … or he could bring you Sansa's head. - AGOT - EDDARD XV
Varys shows apparent disgust at the murders of Rhaegar's children, Rhaenys and Aegon, at the end of Robert's Rebellion, and the way in which they were brutally murdered.
However, we later learn in the series that Aegon seemingly survived and was swapped with a tanner's child, bought by Varys and swapped with Aegon, so that this bought child could be sacrificed to the Lannisters, who Varys presumed would want to kill Rhaegar's children;
"A true friend, our Lord Connington. He must be, to remain so fiercely loyal to the grandson of the king who took his lands and titles and sent him into exile. A pity about that. Elsewise Prince Rhaegar's friend might have been on hand when my father sacked King's Landing, to save Prince Rhaegar's precious little son from getting his royal brains dashed out against a wall." The lad flushed. "That was not me. I told you. That was some tanner's son from Pisswater Bend whose mother died birthing him. His father sold him to Lord Varys for a jug of Arbor gold. He had other sons but had never tasted Arbor gold. Varys gave the Pisswater boy to my lady mother and carried me away." "Aye." Tyrion moved his elephants. "And when the pisswater prince was safely dead, the eunuch smuggled you across the narrow sea to his fat friend the cheesemonger, who hid you on a poleboat and found an exile lord willing to call himself your father. It does make for a splendid story, and the singers will make much of your escape once you take the Iron Throne … assuming that our fair Daenerys takes you for her consort." - ADWD - TYRION VI
This entire "splendid story" as Tyrion calls it, is full of inconsistencies and unbelievable acts.
The first red flag of this story is the idea that Varys, a former slave child who abhors slavery, would willingly buy another man's young child. Also pay attention to the mention of 'Arbor gold', which has been well documented on this sub for years for how its always a signal of lies, as individuals like Littlefinger mention it in passing whenever they are telling a lie.
The second red flag is the idea that Varys, someone who seemingly abhors the murder and suffering of innocent children, would willingly sacrifice an innocent young child and allow them to be murdered just to spare another, more valuable child. The idea that Varys would also take Elia's child away from her, either willingly or unwillingly on her part, is also questionable.
The third red flag is why Varys chose only to switch Aegon with another child, and not do the same for Rhaenys. Having two imposter Targaryen children raised to believe they are Targaryens could've helped to support their claims, build them up as a rival power in Westeros and also provide a backup option for Varys incase fAegon didn't survive his childhood.
The final red flag is the idea that Varys was able to foresee how the Rebellion was going to end, accurately guessed that Rhaegar's children would be murdered by the Lannisters, knew where and when to find Elia and her children, be able to remove one of her children away from her without anyone knowing, and knew that one of Tywin's men would kill the children so brutally that next to no one would be able to recognise them - the idea story is built on a series of flimsy conveniences and incredible predictive abilities on Varys' part.
If Varys truly cared so much about the protection and well-being of children, he would not have willingly bought and sacrificed an innocent child to be sacrificed in exchange for Aegon's survival, nor would he have abandoned Rhaenys to her fate if he could have prevented it. This means either Varys truly doesn't give a damn about the wellbeing of children and just lies to the likes of Ned and Tyrion about it, or that the entire story about Aegon being swapped with a tanner's child is a lie like some fans believe, or that both stories are lies muddled together to make it more difficult to discern the truth.
Perhaps the truth of Varys' lies is best exposed in this often cited excerpt from ACOK, a conversation between him and Tyrion about the infamous "Shadow on the Wall" riddle;
Varys smiled. "Here, then. Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.""So power is a mummer's trick?" "A shadow on the wall," Varys murmured, "yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow." Tyrion smiled. "Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I'd feel sad about it." - ACOK - TYRION II
The question of who Varys refers to in this conversation has been debated for years on this sub. Some believe that Varys was alluding to fAegon, that if people believe he is the real Aegon then he will have power, even if he doesn't truly have power as a common non-Targaryen child. Others have suggested Varys was alluding to Littlefinger, who was once a young small man who rose very high in King's Landing and cast a large shadow over the realm by starting the WotFk through his schemes.
I however believe that Varys is talking about himself.
Varys was once a very small man when he came to King's Landing at Aerys' calling for him to join the Small Council. He was seen as a young ex-slave, without a lordship or house of his own, weak and powerless. But overtime, through his manipulation of Aerys, encouraging his paranoia and own self-inflicted downfall, Varys cast a very large shadow over the empire of House Targaryen in Westeros, and destroyed it forever. What Varys says here to Tyrion is a very veiled threat that he can be dangerous to Tyrion if he underestimates Varys.
Tyrion however, in his arrogance, believes that Varys is referring to him, being a "very small man" and begins considering him a friend.
This is the third and final lie of Varys' character that I wish to dissect here - the lie that he is a friend or useful ally of sorts to Tyrion.
The idea of Varys betraying Tyrion's trust and working against him is first presented to us by Cersei, when she lets slip that Varys informed her of Tyrion's plan to send the Hound into battle at the Battle of the Blackwater;
"Varys says so." The swan was too rich for his taste. A line appeared on Cersei's pale white brow, between those lovely eyes. "You put too much trust in that eunuch." "He serves me well." "Or so he'd have you believe. You think you're the only one he whispers secrets to? He gives each of us just enough to convince us that we'd be helpless without him. He played the same game with me, when I first wed Robert. For years, I was convinced I had no truer friend at court, but now . . ." She studied his face for a moment. "He says you mean to take the Hound from Joffrey." - ACOK - TYRION XII
On a first read, we are quick to dismiss Cersei's claims for how much she is built up as an antagonistic and untrustworthy character, but in later understanding her motives in her own POV chapters, we realise there may be an inkling of truth in her claims. In the case of the Hound, Varys has no reason to inform her of Tyrion's plan, however innocent and insignificant in the grand game of thrones they may be, other than to maintain some level of trust with her and to invoke conflict between the Lannister siblings, which benefits Varys.
There are frequent moments throughout the series in which Varys alludes to knowing key information and deliberately withholding it from Tyrion even if it may benefit Tyrion, including who ordered Mandon Moore to kill Tyrion;
Bronn had turned up all he could on Ser Mandon, but no doubt Varys knew a deal more . . . should he choose to share it. "The man seems to have been quite friendless," Tyrion said carefully. "Sadly," said Varys, "oh, sadly. You might find some kin if you turned over enough stones back in the Vale, but here . . . Lord Arryn brought him to King's Landing and Robert gave him his white cloak, but neither loved him much, I fear. Nor was he the sort the smallfolk cheer in tourneys, despite his undoubted prowess. Why, even his brothers of the Kingsguard never warmed to him. Ser Barristan was once heard to say that the man had no friend but his sword and no life but duty . . . but you know, I do not think Selmy meant it altogether as praise. Which is queer when you consider it, is it not? Those are the very qualities we seek in our Kingsguard, it could be said—men who live not for themselves, but for their king. By those lights, our brave Ser Mandon was the perfect white knight. And he died as a knight of the Kingsguard ought, with sword in hand, defending one of the king's own blood." The eunuch gave him a slimy smile and watched him sharply. Trying to murder one of the king's own blood, you mean. Tyrion wondered if Varys knew rather more than he was saying. - ASOS - TYRION II
When Tyrion presses Varys for information about Mandon, Varys deliberately skims over Mandon's life and offers vague beliefs about the perfect Kingsguard to try and derail Tyrion's line of questioning, and when Varys pretends not to have known about Mandon trying to kill Tyrion, he watches Tyrion "sharply" to try and gather how much Tyrion himself knows, whether or not Tyrion will seek retribution for it from the anger on his face, and almost openly mocks him for the smile he gives. Tyrion briefly considers the idea that Varys is deliberately holding information back from him, but chooses instead to talk about other matters, which is what Varys wanted.
On the matter of Varys' choosing to support the Lannisters or Stannis, Varys once again tries to confuse Tyrion with riddles and not directly answer the question;
"He accuses my brother and sister of incest. I wonder how he came by that suspicion." "Perhaps he read a book and looked at the color of a bastard's hair, as Ned Stark did, and Jon Arryn before him. Or perhaps someone whispered it in his ear." The eunuch's laugh was not his usual giggle, but deeper and more throaty. "Someone like you, perchance?" "Am I suspected? It was not me." "If it had been, would you admit it?" "No. But why should I betray a secret I have kept so long? It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney. Besides, the bastards were there for all to see." - ACOK - TYRION III
We know for certain that Varys didn't want the WotFK to start so soon or for the truth of Cersei's children to come out in AGOT because he wanted more time for Viserys' forces to grow in strength and come closer to Westeros in order to invade, either to take the throne for themselves or be the ones to kill the beloved Robert Baratheon and paint themselves as villainous usurpers to make fAegon more heroic and not taint him with Robert's blood on his hands.
However, like with Cersei and Tyrion, Varys needs to tell those on the Small Council a certain amount of secretive information in order to gain their trust and support, including Stannis. That Varys even chooses to give a deeper and more unsettling laugh about the matter is another example of him openly laughing about his treachery in Tyrion's face and Tyrion not realising it.
When Tyrion almost stumbles upon this ruse and Varys realises that his laugh was too deep and questionable, Varys tries to brush it off by saying its harder to keep a secret secret if so many people are investigating it, and insists that there were so many of Robert's bastards to find for Stannis to figure out the truth on his own. But again, this last statement from Varys is littered with half-truths. Varys insists it is hard to keep deceiving King Robert about the truth of his children's true parentage, and even harder to keep deceiving the truth from those who are deliberately looking for the truth and wanting to find it. This in itself is a reference to his believe that Stannis was always power-hungry for the Iron Throne, and was just looking for an excuse to try to claim it for himself as Robert's true heir, regardless of whether or not Cersei's children were Robert's or not.
But his own comment about "betraying a secret I have held for so long" is a direct allusion to fAegon's existence, and his determination not to reveal the truth of his existence to anyone, including Tyrion.
Even when Tyrion rides with Illyrio and Jon Connington's entourage in ADWD, Tyrion is only led to believe that they are going to support Daenerys' claim for the Iron Throne, and has to work out for himself that fAegon is actually Aegon and the one Varys and Illyrio wish to crown;
Young Griff hesitated. "Lannister? Your father—" "—is dead. At my hand. If it please Your Grace to call me Yollo or Hugor, so be it, but know that I was born Tyrion of House Lannister, trueborn son of Tywin and Joanna, both of whom I slew. Men will tell you that I am a kingslayer, a kinslayer, and a liar, and all of that is true … but then, we are a company of liars, are we not? Take your feigned father. Griff, is it?" The dwarf sniggered. "You should thank the gods that Varys the Spider is a part of this plot of yours. Griff would not have fooled the cockless wonder for an instant, no more than it did me. No lord, my lordship says, no knight. And I'm no dwarf. Just saying a thing does not make it true. Who better to raise Prince Rhaegar's infant son than Prince Rhaegar's dear friend Jon Connington, once Lord of Griffin's Roost and Hand of the King?" "Be quiet." Griff's voice was uneasy. - ADWD - TYRION V
After Tyrion works out the truth and manipulates both fAegon and Jon Connington into riding for Westeros instead of joining forces with Daenerys, he disappears and goes off to seek her out. This likely angers Varys, and is the reason why Varys no longer affectionately calls Tyrion by his name or by '"lord" and instead refers to him as "the imp" in ADWD's epilogue, a term that Varys knows Tyrion hates;
Ser Kevan tried to rise, but the strength had left him. He could not feel his legs. "I thought the crossbow fitting. You shared so much with Lord Tywin, why not that? Your niece will think the Tyrells had you murdered, mayhaps with the connivance of the Imp. The Tyrells will suspect her. Someone somewhere will find a way to blame the Dornishmen. Doubt, division, and mistrust will eat the very ground beneath your boy king, whilst Aegon raises his banner above Storm's End and the lords of the realm gather round him." "Aegon?" For a moment he did not understand. Then he remembered. A babe swaddled in a crimson cloak, the cloth stained with his blood and brains. "Dead. He's dead." - ADWD - EPILOGUE
Varys chooses to frame Tyrion for Kevan's murder, **deliberately and intentionally further putting his life in danger by Cersei's wrath, already knowing that Tyrion has a large bounty on his head because of her, and talks lowly of Tyrion by calling him an "Imp" and referring to his "connivance" in a very scorned tone. Varys never considered Tyrion a friend or ally in ASOIAF and was just using him, another lie that he tells throughout the series, and by the end of ADWD, he hates Tyrion for his scheming and knowing too much information than Varys wished him to know.
But there is a bigger telling point about how much Varys uses Tyrion, and a more ground-breaking twist in the narrative that reflects both how much Varys underestimates Tyrion and how much Varys never cared for him; In ASOS, Varys didn't tell Tyrion how to reach the Tower of the Hand to go and kill Tywin. Varys told him this key information so that Tyrion could go and kill Shae instead, who Varys considered a greater threat to him.
Shae is one of the few, perhaps the only, people in ASOIAF to see through Varys' disguises;
A whiff of something rank made him turn his head. Shae stood in the door behind him, dressed in the silvery robe he'd given her. I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair. Behind her stood one of the begging brothers, a portly man in filthy patched robes, his bare feet crusty with dirt, a bowl hung about his neck on a leather thong where a septon would have worn a crystal. The smell of him would have gagged a rat. "Lord Varys has come to see you," Shae announced. The begging brother blinked at her, astonished. Tyrion laughed. "To be sure. How is it you knew him when I did not?" She shrugged. "It's still him. Only dressed different." - ACOK - TYRION X
This catches Varys off guard, and any chance of seeing him being angry or looking threatened is waved away from the reader when Tyrion laughs it off and turns his attention again to his paramour Shae.
Wearing disguises is a very important part of Varys' many schemes, including visiting Ned Stark in the Black Cells as the gaoler Rugen;
"Wine," a voice answered. It was not the rat-faced man; this gaoler was stouter, shorter, though he wore the same leather half cape and spiked steel cap. "Drink, Lord Eddard." He thrust a wineskin into Ned's hands. The voice was strangely familiar, yet it took Ned Stark a moment to place it. "Varys?" he said groggily when it came. He touched the man's face. "I'm not … not dreaming this. You're here." The eunuch's plump cheeks were covered with a dark stubble of beard. Ned felt the coarse hair with his fingers. Varys had transformed himself into a grizzled turnkey, reeking of sweat and sour wine. "How did you … what sort of magician are you?" - AGOT - EDDARD XV
His disguise as Rugen is very important to Varys' plans after Tyrion's disappearance from King's Landing, as Varys seeks to frame Rugen as a Tyrell puppet who broke Tyrion from imprisonment on the Tyrells' behalf, to sow division and further paranoia between Cersei and the Tyrells;
Gold, yes, but the moment Cersei took it she could tell that it was wrong. Too small, she thought, too thin. The coin was old and worn. On one side was a king's face in profile, on the other side the imprint of a hand. "This is no dragon," she said. "No," Qyburn agreed. "It dates from before the Conquest, Your Grace. The king is Garth the Twelfth, and the hand is the sigil of House Gardener." Of Highgarden. Cersei closed her hand around the coin. What treachery is this? Mace Tyrell had been one of Tyrion's judges, and had called loudly for his death. Was that some ploy? Could he have been plotting with the Imp all the while, conspiring at Father's death? With Tywin Lannister in his grave, Lord Tyrell was an obvious choice to be King's Hand, but even so . . . "You will not speak of this with anyone," she commanded. - AFFC - CERSEI II
But this ploy to incite conflict between the Lannisters and Tyrells would have failed if Shae had lived, as she had seen through Varys' disguises and could've warned Cersei of it, something which Varys could not allow, especially given that he considered her one of Cersei's pawns after Tyrion's trial.
It is also fundamentally not in Varys' interest for Tyrion to kill Tywin, as keeping Tywin alive for now would ensure the Dornish would have someone to rise up and seek vengeance against for Elia's murder.
As readers are shown in AFFC and ADWD Dornish chapters, the Martells are divided and frankly confused about how to seek vengeance for Elia's murder now that Tywin, Gregor and Armory Lorch - the three men involved in her murder - are now dead. **If Tywin had lived, Varys could've played on the Dornish thirst for vengeance against him and had fAegon promise them it in exchange for their support, something which they likely would've agreed to.
So by this point in the post, we've explored some of the key lies of Varys' character to know for sure what he is not;
- He is not the victim of slavery or a sacrificial victim to magical fires, nor does he abhor those who worship R'hllor or magical flames
- He does not hate the killing and suffering of innocent children, and has actually sought to profit from it in the past
- He has never been a friend or ally to Tyrion Lannister but has instead used him, and even manipulated him into killing Shae to protect one of Varys' own future schemes
So who is the real Varys? Behind all of these lies and deceptions, who is he really deep down?
Well, Varys is not a eunuch, and in fact fAegon's true father by blood. Varys has deliberately spent his life lying about being a eunuch in order to discourage people from the truth that he is the father of fAegon by Illyrio’s sister, and wants to control the Iron Throne through fAegon.
Recall Varys' conversation with Tyrion in ACOK that I previously cited earlier;
"He accuses my brother and sister of incest. I wonder how he came by that suspicion." "Perhaps he read a book and looked at the color of a bastard's hair, as Ned Stark did, and Jon Arryn before him. Or perhaps someone whispered it in his ear." The eunuch's laugh was not his usual giggle, but deeper and more throaty. "Someone like you, perchance?" "Am I suspected? It was not me." "If it had been, would you admit it?" "No. But why should I betray a secret I have kept so long? It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney. Besides, the bastards were there for all to see." - ACOK - TYRION III
"Why should I betray a secret I have kept so long?" is the biggest hint towards fAegon's existence and Varys' own true motivations in the entire series. Varys makes this spur of the moment claim after being caught off guard by Tyrion and doesn't think it through before saying it and letting Tyrion realise there is more to him. Varys was never castrated and he is not bald. He deliberately shaves his head to hide his true parentage and lies about being a eunuch to discourage people from believing that he is capable of fathering a child, a child with Blackfyre blood that he wishes to sit on the Iron Throne, a secret that Varys has cared for and kept so long.
The last time we see Varys in ADWD, he finally begins to tell the truth about fAegon's existence, and when he does, and speaks about the son he loves, he begins to speak in his real, deeper and non-emasculated voice;**
"Aegon?" For a moment he did not understand. Then he remembered. A babe swaddled in a crimson cloak, the cloth stained with his blood and brains. "Dead. He's dead." "No." The eunuch's voice seemed deeper. "He is here. Aegon has been shaped for rule since before he could walk. He has been trained in arms, as befits a knight to be, but that was not the end of his education. He reads and writes, he speaks several tongues, he has studied history and law and poetry. A septa has instructed him in the mysteries of the Faith since he was old enough to understand them. He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Tommen has been taught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows that kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them." - ADWD - EPILOGUE
This is who Varys truly is - not a eunuch, not a victim of slavery or castration, not a man who weeps for the suffering of children, not a friend of Tyrion Lannister, but a loving father who wishes to cast a very large shadow over the greatest empire the world of ASOIAF has ever known. TLDR: Varys is not a eunuch but instead the father of fAegon, a secret he has spent his life protecting, and a lie he has spent his life telling to better protect his son. Varys does not hate R'hllor or those who worship magical flames, his entire story about his manhood being sacrificed to flames is a lie he tells to gain Tyrion's trust in their efforts to defeat Stannis in ACOK. Varys is close friends with Illyrio, a man who praises R'hllor, and spent the early parts of his life encouraging Aerys to feed innocent people to the flames of wildfire. Varys does not hate the suffering of innocent children, he was prepared to buy an innocent child from a man and sacrifice him in order to protect the "real" Aegon, he was prepared to abandon Rhaenys to her brutal death even if he could have saved her too and prepared to send Viserys and Daenerys into a doomed invasion of Westeros that would've led to their deaths just to make fAegon appear a more heroic saviour compared to them. Varys was never a friend or ally to Tyrion but instead was using him ever since they first met. He has repeatedly withheld important information from him such as who hired Mandon Moore to kill Tyrion and how Stannis figured out the truth about Cersei's children, and on frequent occasions has nearly openly laughed in Tyrion's face at both his misfortune and the information Varys withheld from him. Varys also manipulated Tyrion into killing Shae so that she would not expose Varys' identity as Rugen and didn't trust Tyrion with the information about fAegon's existence, something that Tyrion had to figure out himself. Varys also talks lowly of Tyrion at the end of ADWD as a "conniving Imp" which reflects Varys' true feelings about Tyrion. Varys has spent his life shaving his hair and lying about being a eunuch to discourage anyone from believing he could father fAegon and better protect him, so that fAegon could one day take the Iron Throne, and cast a very large shadow over the Targaryen Empire forever.
Thanks for reading, if you enjoyed this theory be sure to read some of my other theories below; All the signs that Tywin directly gave the Mountain the order to badly mistreat Elia Martell The Father Rhaegaer, the Son Jon and the Holy Ghost Ghost, religious symbolism Mance Rayder is a servant of the Others Leyton Hightower is the Lord of Light and Malora Maid is Quaithe 2022 archive of ASOIAF theories available at the bottom of this post
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2023.06.04 16:43 glookinski Looking for a Laptop for School, Work, and ~very~ light gaming.
Hey guys, I’m looking for a laptop for school, work, and super light gaming. Will mostly use the laptop for basic programming, research, web browsing, paper writing, and maybe an occasional game (no crazy games or graphic intensive stuff)
My budget is around 1500$ USD, and I can make room for another 200$ if necessary.
Specs I would like to keep in mind:
-Preferably 1T of SSD
-At least 16GB of Ram
-14 or 15 inches, as I would like to it to be somewhat portable
-Would like to have an HDMI port, USB-A port, and just ports in general. I’m not a fan of these newer laptops that have almost no ports.
-Ryzen 7 or core i7 processor would be nice, either or works- the difference between the two for my usage would be negligible
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2023.06.04 16:42 scientificlee Review build
What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
(in order) Gaming: D4, LoL Recording: OBS then uploading to private youtube channel Software Engineering: IntelliJ, Postman, Postgress Gambling: Sports betting that requires WiFi to geolocate me
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
CPU CPU Cooler Motherboard Memory Storage Case PSU OS Casefans termalpaste
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
NYC area. Yes I have a Microcenter that is easily accessible.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
EVGA 3060 and my second SSD drive (crucial) mice (various logitech) dual widescreen monitors hyperx mic soundblaster external usb soundcard keyboards
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
What type of network connectivity do you need? (Wired and/or WiFi) If WiFi is needed and you would like to find the fastest match for your wireless router, please list any specifics.
Ethernet and WiFi
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
Prefer no RGB.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Yes need to buy OS
Extra info or particulars:
After reviewing replies from my previous post this is the build i came up with https://pcpartpicker.com/list/z8fJjZ
. The mobo and CPU is a Microcenter bundle. Have to see if they will just let me pay a little extra for 2 sticks of 32GB.
1) Anyone know how many and what case fans I should buy? 2) Any other suggestions? I have about $500 more I could spend. Plan on a GPU upgrade in about 2 years so I don't want to get a GPU at this time.
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2023.06.04 16:36 SepticSauces Trouble Maker: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch! 
A special thank you to the amazing u/SpacePaladin15
for this fun world.
A thank you u/ImaginationSea3679
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I had to rewrite this chapter because the other version was stupid.
+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Memory Transcription Subject: Exchange Program Member, Arwen Conway Date [standardized human time]: August 30th, 2136.
Earth, Earth hadn’t changed much in the last eight days I’ve been gone. I was glad for that simple fact. A part of me missed the lighter gravity, and I was hoping to happily see my family in a similar state. We had exchanged a few messages, but it was mostly to make sure I was safe. I felt safe-ish for the most part. Trivi ensured exterminators stayed off my back for the most part. There was one minor altercation in which I was accused of having hypnotic powers by getting three venlil to want to go to Earth, but Trivi and Tova shot that down quickly. Now, how do I explain the fact that I am bringing home three guests other than ‘venlil curious about Earth,’ or is that enough? Maybe I should tell the truth regarding Quilix and Tova…
With how well I knew my father, I’d assume him to be pissed off, and my mother wouldn’t be happy as well; Quilix viewed me as a sexual object before a friend, Tova shouted at, clawed, and kicked me, yet Trivi was pretty decent. Well, he did point a flamethrower at me when we first met on the 22nd, but my father and mother didn’t need to hear that final part.
Quilix, Tova, and Trivi sat nearby on the train looking around with a mixture of nervousness, awkwardness, fear, and plenty of other emotions. Each one possesses the respective emotions; Quilix seemed really anxious or nervous about going to the ranch, Tova appeared awkward from all the stares, and Trivi was trying to hide in my jacket. I mean, he couldn’t fit in my jacket, but he was giving a damn good go at it.
“Your eyes are nice Arwen, but this.” He quietly gestured to the rest of the train cart, waving a paw toward the other humans. “Just… too many eyes. I feel scared.”
My lips curled up into a smile. A smile that no longer made the exterminator flinch. I reached down and stroked the speep’s head, pressing his chin deeper into my cleavage. A small move that wasn’t on purpose and made both of us blush, but neither of us pulled away. “Aww, is my big, strong exterminator afraid of a few humans?~” It was impossible not to tease him. Especially when his tail gave an annoyed flick!
“Gah, I can see why Tova referred to you lot as troublemakers. A bit much, but hmph!” He huffed, wrapping his paws around me, and try to pull himself closer to me. My hand resumed its petting, stroking down the venlil’s ears. A rumble eventually revved from his throat and he quietly buried himself into my bosom. Aww.
My uncovered face took a glance upwards, eyeing up the venlil couple that sat in the seat in front of us. I was honestly impressed with how they took my hair. Tova accepted it with ease, but Quilix fainted much to my surprise. Though, it may have been my fault for accidentally splashing my hair into his face when he got closer to take a closer look. The long, wavy strands covering much of his face for the briefest moment before he hit the ground. It was amusing a little bit later though. It gave us something to talk about on the shuttle to Earth.
The venlil couple sat close together physically but emotionally looked far apart. They may have been thigh to thigh, with Quilix hopefully looking up at his mate with the occasional glance between sketching, but Tova was doing her best to look anywhere but her mate. Every small attempt Quilix had made that I knew to be a venlil courting attempt was shot down; leaning into, snuggling, intertwining tails, and so forth were met with apathetic responses.
Honestly, I couldn’t blame Tova, for if my partner had pulled what Quilix had done, I would have acted very similarly: Disdain for the aforementioned imaginary individual would probably be the biggest emotion!
They went to speak with their parents, and well… As racist as Quilix’s parents were to Tova. They’d rather Quilix and Tova both die than break up or well, that’s how the pair made it sound. Tova’s mother was the same way, but not racist
. I do not understand that logic in the fucking slightest, but honestly, I’m just glad I didn’t see that talk. Imagine being a fly on that wall. “You weren’t supposed to mate him, but now you’re mates, so you better be mates and make us some pups,” or something along those lines. ‘Tis what Quilix’s parents said and Tova’s mother was more along the lines of just no breaking up. Again, thank God I wasn’t there.
“So, how are you two holding up?”
Unlike the first time when they saw my red hair, they did not freak out when their eyes turned to me.
“A little nervous,” Quilix admitted, rubbing his two paws up and down his thighs. Again, he cast a glance up at Tova, who ignored the look. This went on for a couple of seconds before his gaze lethargicly returned to his sketchbook. Again, I couldn’t really blame her.
“Agreed, but if I must admit. I expected humans to be… bigger.” A little funny thing I haven’t told Tova yet was that she was around the average height for a male in England. A little bit shy of it, but still very close to it. Meanwhile, females were around 5’3”, so, of course, she’d be taller than a lot of the women! “Oh, and the gravity is lower! Did you see my jumper earlier?”
Tova was referring to her jump the second they touched down, and to put it bluntly, she launched herself two-point-five meters into the air. TWO-POINT-FIVE METERS!
My eyes were unable to control themselves and I spared a quick glance down at Tova’s legs. To be more specific, those meaty thighs that she possessed. If they were hollowed out and given just a smidge of stretch, I could probably fit one of them around my waist. I was lucky I was rolling away from Tova when she went for that kick, she probably could have cracked a rib if it was perfectly landed. Jesus, she could break a person in half with those thighs. To think Quilix’s scene required me to ‘beat’ the exterminator that had eight inches of height on me, actual ‘military’ training, knew how to wield a fucking sword, and probably had more weight in her legs than I had altogether. Yeah, that would have looked really goofy. Heh, not that I am complaining.~
My eyes would quickly lower themselves down farther, giving a small glance down to the top of Trivi’s head. The blonde venlil firmly snuggled up into me, revving with content. I wonder if Trivi would like to join that…
My eyes didn’t linger too long, rising back up and turning somewhat to the left, staring out the window as the train ventured across the border to Wales. The landscape having turned to light green hills a long time ago. “I saw it. Quite impressive, though, you did scare quite a few people when you did that?”
Tova may have not really been self-aware, so mentally absorbed in the fact that Earth had less gravity than Venlil Prime. This was something she was talking about for ten minutes straight after we landed in London’s spaceport.
“Yeah, and you almost clunked your head on the roof too.” The venlil’s face managed to turn a shade of orange despite her void-colored flesh. Her ears folding down in embarrassment when giggles escaped from the rest of us. It was honestly kind of impressive to see the muscular venlil go from giddy with excitement to tepidly shaking with chagrin.
“So…” I glanced down at Trivi, who whispered up to me quietly. “Are we going to tell Tova and Quilix the change of plans now, a little bit later, are you going to put them through a day, or are we going through the full thing?” His tone was quiet, barely even a whisper when those last few words got out. I had to tilt my head down into his ear so I could hear what he was saying.
“Option three,” I say, pulling Trivi up onto my lap, wrapping my forearms around his waist to pull him closer. My chin resting atop his wooly head. “Gaaah, I can’t get over how cute you are.” Trivi wasn’t complaining, resuming the quiet, but now louder rumble that came from his chest and throat.
“You two seem to have gotten close,” Quilix observed, taking his eyes off his little drawing book. A half-finished sketch of a pigeon in flight was on the current page. The line art was a little bit rough, but since it was the first pigeon he ever saw, it was to be expected.
“Humans like touching and holding things. Trivi is adorable, nice to me, and tries to be understanding of me. I like that. Meanwhile, he likes me, so all is well.” One of my hands manages to snake its way between me and the male, finding the underside of his chin before administering some scritches!
It was a personal weak spot of his that I managed to find that other day. He went completely slack within my arms the second my nails scraped the underside of his jaw. The rumbling growing in intensity to the point that it was more than audible.
“Well, I mean… mate-like close.” Oh… Oh!
It was hard not to feel Trivi and my body tense up at the accusation. “We’re not mates,” Trivi clarified. “Just really good friends,” he continued, resuming his slackening posture as the scritches started up again.
I couldn’t help but notice the other two venlil stopped doing what they were doing to watch me scratch Trivi’s chin. You can pet them when they make it up to you. Just. Resist. For. Now. But I must pet them! Resist Arwen! Resist the urge!
“Anywaaays,” I drag on with a growing smile, trying to switch to a new conversation. “Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch isn’t-” I wasn’t able to complete my statement because Trivi immediately sat firmly up on my lap, shooting me with a very befuddled look. Tova was equally baffled and Quilix looked like I just made up the name on the spot. It was hard to suppress my smile.
“The speh?” Trivi tilted his head to the side. “I thought you said it was Llanfair… Llanfair… Speh, however, you say that place’s name, but that??? What the speh is Saint Mary's Church in the hollow of the white hazel near a rapid whirlpool and the Church of St. Tysilio near the red cave.
They should have their town name fixed! That’s absurd and long! How the speh did you say that!?” Ooo? That translated? I don’t recall the shortened variant translated
I roll my eyes playfully and pull Trivi back down to my chest. “Relax you three. If you will just give me a chance to explain. Llanfairpwllgwyngyll, as I will refer to it for the most part since it is much easier to say. It had its name elongated to attract tourists about a hundred-fifty years ago or something along those lines. It was dedicated to a church of St. Mary, but that’s the extent of my knowledge. It’s really just a silly name for attracting tourists.”
The three were still giving me a mixture of befuddlement and bafflement, but I couldn’t blame them. Llanfairgwllgwyngyll was just an extremely long and absurd name. I frankly had to agree.
My hand traveled behind the back of Trivi’s ears, digging my nails in once again before moving them up and down, making the male melt once again. “We should be there soon enough. Once there, I will take you to meet my parents and meet the Wellingtons a few kilometers out of town. Obviously, drop off my stuff back home before we meet the Wellingtons.” I made a quick gesture to the large, heavy box between the four of us. “Sound good?”
Quilix and Tova both nodded, and Trivi just snuggled deeper into me.
“That sounds fair,” Tova was the one to speak up.
I lean back into my chair and close my eyes. My arms pull Trivi in for another hug. Hopefully, they remember to wake me up when we reach Llanfairgwllgwyngyll. It should be a few more hours.
I honestly can’t wait to be home.
Heavily inspired by the likes of… Pack Bonding Foundations of Humanity Mixed Signals (NSFW)
And I snuck in some lingo from Nature of Humanity Don't Look A Human In The Eye
I highly suggest you check them out!!
A bit of a shorter chapter, but that's because I didn't start writing this until Friday.
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2023.06.04 16:35 Euanneth New build. No display, fan spining exept gpu's fans.
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2023.06.04 16:34 Sharlin648 How big are military formations in Battletech.
We all know the Lance/Company etc structure, but when you get into bigger formations, the numbers start getting a bit silly!
RCT's are bloody huge formations and I don't think people realise just HOW big they are.
I was chatting with an American friend of mine and he's a serving member of the US Army and a fellow Battletech fan and he's been working on some fanon projects and trying to put numbers to names.
Each Mechanized Infantry Brigade had a Medium 'Mech Battalion supporting the 3 regiments of infantry. Then there was a BattleMech security battalion for Division HQ also a battalion and then the division cavalry screen which was between 2-3 companies of 'Mechs and then other support companies. so call it one reinforced support regiment per division.
And whilst a Mech Inf Brigade did have armoured support, they have about a company of tanks per battalion. And each Battalion only has 12 APCs as they like to shove 28 people into one vehicle which is a horrific idea.
So a BattleMech Division would have 2 'Mech Brigades, 1 infantry, 1 armor, 1 artillery brigades.
So a BattleMech or Infantry Division is much larger then people assume. and a Jump Infantry Division had 2 Ground Aero Wings. (I assume they based this off of the 80's and 90's organization of the 101st Airborne Division (Assault)
In terms of numbers a standard infantry and Mechanized infantry divisions had about 4500 infantry whilst jump infantry divisions had 3402.
With the AFFS, People don't realize until you read the text but the AFFS fields around a regiment of Battle Armor in almost every RTC. or at least 1/3rd of them.
Only 1 regiment of BA is on the books and thats the 1st Royal Guard of the LAAF. but the Jump Infantry Regiments of the AFFS are supposed to all field close to a Battalion each. In the Davion Light Guards thats like 3-4 battalions of BA to include the independent BA Brigades.
AFFS BA Battalions are 4 companies of 64 troopers same size as LAAF for companies.
So 256 troopers per battalion which is similar to an infantry battalion at 258
So a regiment would be around 576 - 768 for the LAAF **]**that depends if they are using 3 company battalions or 4 and No HQ suits.
Sarna is stating a Steiner Battle Armor Regiment is 1,024 Troopers
4 battalions strong of 4 companies each. And this does not include support personnel which would be in the order of around 500 odd ASTechs as well as another 200 or so support personnel.
Sorry for the wall of text but there ya go! A RCT is a big ass formation! 1 Mech Regiment, 3 Vehicle ones, 5 Infantry Regiments, 1 Artillery Battalion and 2 Aerospace wings
They'd have 132 Mechs, 324 Tanks, 3591 infantry, 36 artillery and 40 fighters, and this does not count support personnel. Counting these would probably make the number of personnel be around 20 - 30,000. Indeed, someone did a very good breakdown of a potential manpower total for a RCT here - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cRE4sy0NB2-zn2W5mAKZlsyAqF2hfyPU/view?fbclid=IwAR1C6H44_d5O5nkyICkdhT-GcY9jce5178xVraerb1dq72wuL065wHlR12o
Factoring in real things like logistics personnel, MP's and so on and the numbers are huge, a total of 42,685 personnel assuming its at full strength (Not over strength) the closest equivalent we'd have today would be if you paired up two American Divisions as they're about 20 - 25k troops in total each.
And at its height, the AFFS had a total of 66 RCT's pre Civil war. 27 of these are in turn March Militia's, and the Kestrel Grenadiers were a form of LCT and later upgraded to a full RCT.
REVIVAL saw the depletion of 5 RCT's thanks to the Clans, suffering enough casualties to degrade them to smaller formations.
So you're looking at 1.3 million troops in RCT's alone, and then you add in the logistics and other support personnel that would be part of any force higher than a RCT, and we figured that a RCT would be about the largest total force package that would be deployed, and that the additional support forces are part of the regions Combat Command and March organisations.
To move such a formation en-block you'd need some SERIOUS jumpship and DropShip capacity too as again, its a LOT of people and equipment.
And if you REALLY want to give yourself a headache, try figure out how many 'Mechs/tanks etc and personnel ComStar moved to Tukayyid. ComGuard deployed 144 Regiments to Tukayyid, and although the base 6 they had didn't extend to Infantry or BA until the Jihad, they did base 6 formations with tanks and 'Mechs. And that's just combat equipment, we've no idea of the logistics train such a mass of troops would need.
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2023.06.04 16:33 soglynch Anyone experience anything like this?
Was driving northbound on the Hume freeway tonight and around 20 minutes after I passed Wallan this big 4x4 covered in mud came out of nowhere to overtake me, except it didn’t. It started matching my speed and was driving along side me for a good 30 seconds. It then pretty suddenly slowed down and drove right up my ass for a bit before it turned all its headlights off and just fucking disappeared.
Every now again I would notice a car roughly 300 metres behind me and then it would turn all its light off and then disappear. This was on completely straight sections of the road so it wasn’t behind a corner or anything .
I’m pretty sure the same car then followed my exact route for another 2 hours and would continue to turn its light off and then vanish for about 15 minutes. After I drove through a small town on the Great Alpine Road, I didn’t see it again.
Anyone else experience anything like this? Am I being paranoid that this car was following me?
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2023.06.04 16:30 Nrmot is that a pink generator?
2023.06.04 16:30 RobertSKeene [The Primeval Apocalypse] - Chapter Seventy-Seven (collaboration with u/hydrael)
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The Primeval Apocalypse by Robert Keene and Alex Raizman Start here (Prologue) Previous
THIS IS THE END. DO NOT PANIC. WE WILL RETURN.
Real talk, this book was an experiment for Hyd and I to see if we could do the whole co-writing thing, and also to just play around in the Apocalyptic LitRPG space.
This was a success. Not everyone thinks so, and there's been some really firm pushback on core mechanics (not from y'all - you're great. RR has been chewing on our collective asses, though) that make me wonder if we messed up by trying to bring a little change.
However, the majority of people seem to like things, and honestly, that's pretty awesome.
So, what's next?
Hyd and I have other projects we have to clear off the board. I've got Book 9 of Echoes of Rundan cooking for RR, and Sylvia's got some other stuff going (I don't want to put words in her mouth, so vague comments ftw!). We will be publishing TPA to see how it fairs on Amazon, and as soon as I'm done the next book of Rundan, I'll be coming back to TPA... either to close it out, or open it up.
Y'all have been warned - there's a lot of cool stuff in our brains. I'd love to have us write it, too.
All right. I've talked long enough. Please enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry for the end. It was too good of an opportunity to not.
Despite our best efforts, the return to Rachel’s camp was uneventful. Having broken the Mandrills’ morale, scattered their forces, destroyed their secret weapon, and obliterated their ability to fight back, spirits were too high to be stealthy.
But despite how members of the group crowed their victory to the forest canopy, we didn’t run into any trouble. Rachel led us wide of the Mandrill camp, and we were in too big of a group to be enticing prey for anything that saw us out in the wild.
There were a few minor injuries that had people reporting to Jennifer in the infirmary, but with the system’s aid, everyone was more than ready to celebrate their victory within a few minutes.
I’d tried not to be disappointed in the previous celebration after our victory over the cerebtyrannus. It was the post-apocalypse, after all, and I believed that there wasn’t the resources for a proper party.
It turned out I was wrong.
With this victory, and nightfall at hand, the camp went to great lengths to celebrate properly. Cookie’s cookfire was replaced with a giant bonfire. Primitive instruments were either fetched or made on the spot. Food items that had been saved for a special occasion were brought around and shared.
Even I got into the spirit, sharing the last of the smoked fish I’d stolen all those nights ago.
To say that spirits were high was an understatement. People were trying to figure out how to play their favorite pre-apocalypse songs with instruments made from plant fibers, animal skin, and carved wood. Whenever a song started, there was dancing, and when it grew darker as night fell, shadows cast by the bonfire light danced with us.
The only person who didn’t seem happy was Cookie, who was trying to cook meals for everyone with a fire that was too big and hot to do so normally.
I did my part to participate. I danced. I ate. I tried to play instrumental videogame soundtracks on an untuned approximation of a guitar. I made celebratory small talk and accepted what pats on the back were offered to me. With the tight web of friendships already present in the camp, I found myself feeling like an outsider.
“I hate to say it,” I said at last when I had a moment alone with my companion, “but I think we need to start planning to move along.” Why?
Noaich asked. Nice people. Nice place. And we made them safe.
“It’s more complicated than that,” I warned. “There’s more kinds of danger than Mandrills.”
As if on cue, Rachel returned from whatever chore she was doing, joining the festivities. Though she was clearly angling towards me as she made her way through the crowd. I didn’t think I stood out that much, but I guess I was the only one with a pet crocodile.
“Get something to eat,” I said, pointing towards Cookie. “I’ll let you know if we’re staying or not.”
Noaich clearly wanted to discuss the matter further, but he could always be trusted to pursue food when available. It wasn’t until he was already gone that I realized that I shouldn’t have bothered. After all, he would only understand my half of the conversation, and Rachel wouldn’t understand anything he added, either.
It took her a minute or so to sidle up beside me. Everyone wanted to talk to her about something on her way, offering congratulations, thanks, and compliments on her leadership. She made a good show of acknowledging everyone by name, shaking hands and hugging where appropriate, and extracting herself from each conversation quickly. With all the dancing and the proximity to the bonfire, her cheeks were flushed red by the time she got to me.
“We might have a complication,” she warned. “I had people gathering cheap wood to get a makeshift shelter slapped together for you tonight, but, uh…” she pointed to the bonfire.
“I appreciate the gesture,” I said, offering a grin. “Even if the plan seems to have gone up in smoke.”
She let out a snort of a laugh, the sudden shake of her shoulders sending her armor tinkling.
“Spoke with Jennifer, though,” she continued, “You can crash with us for the night. She said she’ll be spending some time taking care of business in the infirmary tonight. Restocking and cleaning up. So it won’t be too crowded.”
There was a clear coyness in her voice. An obvious suggestion. She had the same capacity for subtlety that I did, and honestly I found that more endearing than if she’d actually been able to disguise her intentions.
I’d have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t interested, either. Not that I could have with whatever magnetic effect she had on the truth. But even when she wasn’t asking questions, I owed her honesty.
“I’d be honored to stay the night,” I said at last, “but I’m not sure how much longer than that I’ll be around.”
“What?” she demanded, her attitude quickly shifting. “You’re leaving? Why?”
“Because you think you can pretend this is normal,” I said, not even bothering to fight against her supernatural charisma. “I can’t lie to you. And I find myself almost compelled by your sister’s orders.” I shook my head. “I don’t even care how it’s happening. It bothers me that you think I’m stupid enough to just ignore it.”
Rachel pressed her lips into a thin line. I could clearly see the gears turning in her mind as she weighed how to approach the problem I’d just presented.
I wanted to press the confrontation at that. Point out that her first reaction was to try and come up with another lie. But half the reason I couldn’t ignore this was that I didn’t have all the information. Perhaps it was a system thing. Perhaps if anybody knew the truth, there would be a terrible price for her and her sister to pay.
I could respect Rachel’s secrets. I could give her that space. If she didn’t want to tell me, she didn’t have to.
But I wouldn’t stick around to play an idiot for her.
“I wish I could convince you to stay,” she said at last. Her face contorted into a grimace for a moment as she struggled with whatever decision I’d forced her into making. “But I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I nodded. That felt like as much confirmation as I could expect that she was somehow forced to keep this a secret. Even backing her into a corner so hard that she couldn’t avoid the fact of the matter, she had to keep her lips sealed.
Either that, or she was struggling to avoid phrasing her comment as a question I would be forced to answer.
“Don’t worry,” I said after a moment. “It’s nothing personal. And I don’t want to rock the boat around here. You have a good thing going here, and you struck a pretty major blow today on keeping it going.” I hooked my thumb east, vaguely in the direction of the Mandrill camp. “I’m afraid if I stay, I’m going to be a wrench in your cleanly-oiled gears.”
“I didn’t do anything,” she said, reaching out and tentatively putting a hand on my shoulder. She chanced a smile when I didn’t pull away. “You did this. I can’t even guess at what you’ve saved us all from. Move on if you have to, but I’m not going to forget what you did.”
I returned her smile. Even though this wasn’t going to work out long-term—her hands were tied by unseen forces, and I was too bullheaded to swallow my pride—I was still happy with what I’d accomplished. The space I’d bought them from the Mandrills’ retaliation would give them the time to level up and become too strong to be scoured from their spot without a fight. And destroying the herbs and slaying the entelodont had removed the biggest threats to human life in the region.
“Don’t try and pass this off on me,” I said, letting my smile become a smirk. “I don’t want to take your victory from you when I leave. Keep it to remember me by.”
“If you insist,” she said with a shrug that sent her armor tinkling. “We’ll always have the Siege of Mandrillville.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said, stepping a little closer to swing my arm around her shoulders.
Before she could either lean in or lean away, there was a shout of alarm from the bonfire that drew both of our attention away.
Something was happening to Noaich.
I didn’t remember crossing the intervening space.
The next thing I knew I was beside him. His muscles were spasming and his scaled hide was turning ghostly pale.
“What happened?” I demanded, looking around. “What happened?”
There was concern in the eyes of those around, with one exception. Cookie. He didn’t look worried. He looked afraid. Panicked, even.
“What did you do?” I asked in a tone of voice that was definitely calm and even and not at all dripping with threats of violence.
“I fed him!” Cookie blurted out. The previously reserved and laconic cook was clearly caught off-guard by what was going on and just started rambling. “Jennifer had the peppers I needed. I had the meat. So when he came over looking for food, I made him a peppered steak just like you said! I’m so sorry I never wanted to hurt anybody I just—"
I held up a hand and stopped him. I consulted my character sheet, looking to confirm the answer that I had already expected. Noaich (Baby Baurusuchus) Level 8 Pet (Beastmaster) HP: 580/600 MP: 400/400 SP: 100/100 Attitude: Best Friends Growth: 100/100 Apprentice Baurusuchus Magical Path Requirements: Achievement “Best Friends”, Pet consumes 1x Peppered Steak, Growth > 100 Requirements met. Growth underway. Dismiss pet to the stable to interrupt.
“He’s not in danger,” I said quickly to put everyone at ease. “He’s evolving!”
2023.06.04 16:30 Entire_Transition570 Crossdressing poem
Stefanie's Trans Beauty Journey By Sissy Tania
In a tale that's quite absurd, There was a man named Steve, I've heard, Caught red-handed by his wife, dear Amy, In her bra and panties, oh my, how uncanny!
Amy, with a mischievous grin on her face, Threatened Steve with a most peculiar chase. "If you don't agree to my crazy request, I'll tell your dear mother, you can't contest!"
Steve, startled and filled with dismay, Had no choice but to heed what she'd say. He agreed to Amy's outrageous demand, And off they went, hand in hand.
Dressed in short dresses and heels so high, Steve and Amy caught the passersby's eye. Off they ventured to a beauty salon fair, Where Steve's transformation awaited him there.
With nail polish and lipstick, his makeover began, Makeup was applied with a skillful hand. A perm hairstyle was crafted with care, Steve's reflection transformed, beyond compare.
Amy, delighted by Steve's feminine guise, Exclaimed, "Oh Stefanie, you've won the prize! You look like a woman, so elegant and sweet, You're a vision of beauty, from head to feet!"
Stefanie, now the name he embraced, Posed for a photoshoot, no time to waste. Captured in frames, so graceful and serene, Stefanie's presence shone like a star, unseen.
Her photos caught the eye of a magazine grand, "Trans Beauty" it was called, the best in the land. Stefanie, gracing the cover, a symbol of pride, Her transformation celebrated far and wide.
So, in this whimsical tale, you see, Steve's adventure into femininity. With courage and acceptance, he found his place, A journey of self-expression and grace.
In sissy tania's realm, where dreams unfold, Crossdressing tales of beauty are told, A world where colors blend, and hearts ignite, Join me on this journey, embrace your light.
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2023.06.04 16:29 SirAlexH Big Finish Podcast Notes/Doctor Who News Roundup - 04/06/2023
BIG FINISH PODCAST NOTES/MISC. DOCTOR WHO NEWS ROUNDUP: So
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: BBC AUDIO/BOOKS/MEDIA NEWS
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- Doctor Who: Series 5 is available on release for Vinyl LP for the 60th Anniversary.
: Big Finish Bookclub
: The Fourth Doctor Adventures
: 1.1 Destination Nerva
/ What CD’s are Out of Print This Week?:
: - Fifteen Minute Drama Tease
: The War Master
: Solitary Confinement. Interview/Production Interviews
: The Lost Stories
: The Ark. Randomoid Selectotron
: Big Finish Release Date Schedule
: * The War Master
. Vol. 9: Solitary Confinement - 06/06/2023 * The Lost Stories
: The Ark - 08/06/2023 What Big Finish I was listening too today
: - Diamond Anniversary Listenthrough
: - Random Tangents
: Big Finish are doing a charity run for cancer on the 10th of June at Dorney Lake. The 19th is National Eggroll Day, Gin Day, Rose Day, iced Tea Day, Knit in Public Day, Ballpoint Pen Day, Love your Burial Ground Week. Benji is a cheese and onion crisp fan.
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2023.06.04 16:29 Asnnibbal The Collected- Part ONE
15:14 HT, 28 dic. ca. 2100. —-----------------------------------------------------------------
A massive booming noise propagated through the facility, jolting the unfortunate members of various species off their beds, the lucky ones were those that didn't wake up fast enough to realize what was happening, and in a flash of light, it was all over.
A prolific mining-research orbital station simply gone, in the blink of an eye, taking with it tons of expensive first-class equipment, reports detailing important findings, but most of all the oh-so-precious skilled workforce of the Collected that resided within the station.
Such accidents were not uncommon in the Larks' Domains, but they seldom involved sentient lives, and the Larks, despite being a species centuries old, never got used to the shock.
That was going to cause quite the ruckus back at home. —----------------------------------------------------------------
After having sent reparations and condolences to the victims' families, a meeting was decreed between all heads of the Conglomerates -no fancy speeches or debates required- a unanimous agreement was soon reached: a new Great Search was necessary to replace the 4.000 or so life forms that were tragically lost on that day.
Great Searches always were nothing short of an undertaking, requiring the cooperation of multiple Conglomerates; they involved scouting the universe for alien species suitable mainly for physical work, and, most importantly, ones that had a numerous enough population. Once that species had been located, the Larks would make first contact, establish diplomatic relations, and eventually issue a request for some Collected.
This evolutionary mechanism allowed the Larks to survive and thrive, first as the dominant race in the confines of their home world, where Collected were gathered in a much more…brutal manner, and then, having mostly abandoned their violent past, as rulers of numerous lands and seas throughout the Galaxy, organized in decentralized Conglomerates. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Two Collected from the Jawaii accompanied the young Lark to the Marshal's chamber.
If he didn't know who he was about to meet he would have never guessed the mansion he was walking through was one of a soldier, and a renowned one at that; neatly decorated halls with intricate floral patterns that filled the place, carpets and curtains he guessed were made from the finest cloth, and plenty of religious iconography all made him question if he was truly in the home of a military man or a philosopher. He had one confirmation though: the two towering Collected soldiers walking beside him, carrying old-school, but nonetheless efficient rifles, and, most annoyingly to him, being quite invasive of his personal space.
He had faced the Jawaii in battle before, they were fierce, agile, and could even survive a bullet or two shot at their limbs; one had almost torn his head off at the time. They were the ones the very same Marshal he was going to shake hooks with used to break through his contingent's flanks during the latest war between their respective Conglomerates; if the Marshal's intention was to rub this victory in his face, he was doing a fantastic job at it.
He had an idea of why he was summoned here by a historic enemy of his Conglomerate, and he surely didn't like the thought of working with someone whom he fought valiantly against just a few years prior, but the irony of it all somehow managed to calm his nerves down a little.
One of the two Collected spoke up:
“Tactician, sir, please stand in front of the speaker and await the approval of the Marshal."
There was such a polite tone in his voice that he could almost forget one of them had nearly killed him some 5 years ago.
“Thank you, soldier." He answered.
After a while, a raspy voice was heard through the receiver, the Lark could barely make out the words "Come in."
The Marshal was an odd character to say the least. A white warrior cloak full of writing detailing his victories completely covered his body (a tradition of Lark veterans long fallen into disuse), and resting on his hooks were small branches of Arpa, symbol of pride and honor of his Conglomerate. He was putting on quite the show for this young Tactician.
“Please, have a seat.” he mumbled.
To say he sounded drunk is an understatement.
"The United Council has apparently decreed that we soldiers still have our uses huh…"
The Tactician wasn't sure if the Marshal was talking to himself or not, since it almost sounded as if he was whispering.
“Those fiends have the guts to trample on our traditions as they please…stripping us of…of our divine-given rights as veterans…and then they come back running to us when they have an inconvenience…"
It sounded like the Marshal wasn't happy with the recent general demilitarization acts of the council.
"I'm sure you've heard of the accident in sector-B of the Pontus Conglomerate, Tactician" -He was finally sure the Marshal was talking to him- " we have been assigned the mission of conducting the Great Search together and bringing home the new Collected we'll gather as soon as it is possible. I hope our past differences won't pose a threat to our goal."
The Tactician was puzzled at how the Marshal went from vague mumbling about politics to pronouncing a clear and coherent sentence in the span of seconds. He still sounded drunk, though.
“Of course, Marshal, I'm sure they won't."
“Tactician, eh?" -The Marshal went back to mumbling- “You've made quite the career ever since I annihilated your Conglomerate's forces at Harlig…"
This wasn't going to be fun. —---------------------------------------------------------------
19:20 HT, 3 feb. ca. 2100.
A Collected from the Quites, usually employed ad engeneers, ran into the Cabinet, where the Tactician and Mashal were deciding on what to do once a suitable species was found.
Short of breath, he spoke: “Marshal, sir, Tactician, sir, we've just retrieved the search scanners from the population probes we sent out a month ago. They have found something, sentient life, on…"
The Tactician was ecstatic at the rapidity of this finding, but his enthusiasm was quickly shattered.
“Only one planet? This isn't good. Their species' numbers must be in the hundreds of thousands, while we're hoping for 100 million or so members, so that the Collected we gather won't take a big toll on them, you know the protocol-"
The Marshal quite rudely interrupted:
“Soldier…what are their numbers?"
"The scanner reads 11 billion sentient life forms."
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2023.06.04 16:27 ShmarcusAurelius Costs, learnings and advice from my home gym project (UK, 2023)
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Hello, I recently finished converting my garage into a home gym and thought I’d share my build experience and subsequent learnings here.
If you’re considering starting your own project and have any questions about mine then please shoot me a message and I’ll try my best to help.
Top-line info: Location:
Surrey, United Kingdom Research and planning:
3-4 weeks Conversion duration
: 1 week Decorating, flooring:
2 weeks Equipping (including delivery):
3 weeks Total duration:
10 weeks Total cost:
- Garage main conversion: labour + materials + VAT = £8,220
- Roll-top garage door: labour + materials + VAT = £2,640
- Flooring = £286
- Paint = £190
- Mirrors = £400
- Storage wall and fittings = £441
- Sonos speaker (second hand) = £30
- Equipment (not incl. bikes or Wahoo Kickr) = £2,900
Details and learnings: The build:
Floors, mirrors, storage:
- I can’t stress enough the importance of finding a contractor that 1. You trust and 2. Makes you part of the process. This was my first ‘build’ as a new homeowner and I spent a good amount of time researching contractors and finding one who would handle all the trades required. Be prepared to pay a bit more
- Be confident with what you want (having planned thoroughly) and be confident in your instruction. Easier said than done but just remember you're paying for a service. An example from my build - because my space was small I knew I wanted an out-swinging door. If I hadn’t explicitly expressed this and pushed back then I likely would have ended up with an in-swinging one and being unable to keep the door open for ventilation during summer workouts - no bueno
- I wanted my gym to facilitate virtual cycling via my turbo trainer, so I needed electricity. Consider how you’ll get this in your build if you require it - I have a cable running from my main house out to the garage and the sockets placed where I need them to be in the gym
- Ensure the floor is levelled (critical for squat racks and other big equipment) - not automatically thought about
- You’ll probably want to hang things off the walls to maximise floor space - so ensure brackets are built strategically behind the walls to screw things into (you should already have your gym layout planned so you know where to ask for them)
- Maximise headroom - I replaced my swinging door with a roll-top
- Consider space changes when measuring for equipment. New walls, ceilings and doors will shrink or expand the space
- If painting, use bathroom paint (antimicrobial to prevent mould and is more resilient). Bonus - I painted one wall with magnetic paint and then over that with black chalkboard paint - it’s been a useful addition
- Consider proper ventilation - it gets sweaty!
- I used 18mm rubber stable mats for flooring. These are HEAVY. They're a really cost effective way to floor your gym, but you’ll likely need help 1. Moving them and 2. Cutting them to size and fitting (I got a local tradesman to help me measure and cut - this was not an easy job but it was really worth it)
- If your gym will facilitate weightlifting then mirrors are pretty critical IMO. Don’t skimp on them - I ordered four bespoke mirrors that run almost the full length of the wall to the front and side of the squat rack
- Maximising floor space is important, so I researched wall storage solutions for quite a while. I settled on a solution made for retailers called a slatwall. You simply drill in the slats into your wall brackets (I put up a big piece of chipboard first) and then you can attach various storage units to it depending on your equipment. I have hooks, various boxes and helmet holders on mine
- My priorities were 1. a squat rack and 2. my turbo trainer and having the potential for them to be used at the same time (no, not by me). Before you start the build, go through the motions of your desired activities and understand what you need for the space. For a squat rack it was obviously height and width, but also extra width for weight storage, the space needed for the barbell (I couldn’t fit a conventional 7ft barbell in there if I wanted to have my bikes too etc.). My advice would be not to sacrifice any functionality just so you can get your 'dream' piece of equipment
- I bought my rack, weights, bars and bench from Mirafit - thoroughly recommend these guys if you’re in the UK. Affordable and high quality
- I researched dumbbells for a long time as I wanted a small footprint, so it was going to have to be some sort of adjustable dumbbell. I settled on Ironmasters as they are 1. Basically indestructable and 2. The spinlock has a flat bottom to rest on your thighs easily. I waited a while and found someone selling a second hand set on facebook marketplace for £500.
If I were to express one key takeaway for a successful home gym project it would be this: spend the appropriate amount of time planning, measuring, researching and then planning again before you contract anyone or spend a dime.
It’s a false economy not to prepare properly for such a big project. Understand which activities you want your gym to facilitate, play those out in the space and then ask yourself what needs to be true in order for you to perform those activities enjoyably and safely within your space. Build around those factors and you’ll be fine. Sleep on your decisions and don’t rush… it’s the best investment you’ll ever make. How it started...
How it's going...
Magnetic / chalk wall at the back
Movement space if required
2023.06.04 16:26 bailey-c-baker234 Bwoo: A story between an ogre and his fluffy companion [Chapter 2, Part I: Witch]
As darkened clouds loomed overhead, lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the dark forest with a brilliant burst of light. The crackling energy split the heavens, casting jagged veins of illumination across the landscape. The resounding BOOM that followed reverberated through the air, shaking the very foundation of Cornelia's cozy cabin. Inside, she reclined in her plush chair, enveloped in its welcoming embrace. A soft, crackling warmth emanated from the fireplace, casting a gentle glow that bathed the room in a comforting radiance. She sighed contentedly, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, as if they were performers in a mesmerizing show.
"A good sign, isn't that right, Wendy?" Cornelia whispered, her voice a delicate murmur filled with reassurance and affection. “Wendy wike wain,”
said Wendy, with her lustrous ebony-colored fluff, nestled against Cornelia's stomach, her presence a velvety touch against her skin. The room filled with a soft, contented humming as Wendy expressed her happiness.
Cornelia smiled as her pale fingers traced gentle paths along Wendy's back, their movements a tender caress. Her gaze drifted to the window, where nature orchestrated a symphony of raindrops cascading against the glass. Each droplet carried its own rhythm, harmonizing with the crackling fire to create a symphony of soothing melodies.
As Cornelia admired Wendy, a sense of curiosity began to blossom within her. Were there other fluffies out there with the same unique hue? Elves and wealthy humans often boasted vibrant and diverse-colored fluffies in their care, while the "street-rat" fluffies that roamed alleyways possessed more muted variations. Yet, Wendy's fur was a rarity—pure black that held an air of mystique.
Whispers had spread among the villages, snaking through ears and fuelling imaginations. Tales, distorted and embellished, spoke of a sinister pact between Cornelia and the Demon Vlae. In their twisted narratives, the villagers claimed that the evil spirit-lord resided within Wendy, bestowing upon her the cloak of inky blackness.
Cornelia knew these rumours to be falsehoods, mere figments of overactive imaginations, but that did little to quell the villagers' misguided intentions. Not wanting the villagers to burn her at the stake, Cornelia made a deliberate choice to slip away into the embrace of the ancient woods. There, among the towering sentinels of bark and the rustling tapestry of fallen leaves, she sought solace and a life of peace with Wendy.
Just as Cornelia and Wendy began to settle into a tranquil nap, an insistent knocking on the cabin door shattered the serene atmosphere. The abrupt interruption stirred them from their drowsy state, pulling them back into the realm of uncertainty and peril.
Ygor knocked on the door with the force of a strong but controlled thunder. The heavy wooden door swung open by itself, revealing a flaming shadow with crimson eyes that glare into his very soul. “You do not disturb a witch’s nap you...”
scowled Cornelia but she paused upon seeing a sad yet familiar ogre standing before her.
In the ogre's hands, cradled gently like a fragile treasure, was an injured blue fluffy curled up into a ball. The fluffy's delicate hooves pressed against her belly as she whimpered in pain, her soft cries filling the air with a heart-wrenching melody. The scent of fear and desperation clung to her, mingling with the damp earthiness that permeated the cabin.
Cornelia's piercing gaze softened, her eyes lingering on the wounded blue fluffy nestled in Ygor's hands. The dancing flames of the crackling fireplace painted shifting shadows on her face, accentuating the genuine concern etched across her soft features. “Ygor?”
asked Cornelia, her voice a gentle murmur that wrapped around the room. “Ygor need help, widdle fluffy hurt”
replied Ygor, his voice filled with a mix of deep worry and desperation. "Bring her inside,"
Cornelia replied, stepping aside and waited for the giant ogre to enter her home. "Don't worry, the cabin is bigger on the inside,"
she reassured him, her words imbued with a touch of enchantment.
Ygor carefully stepped into the cabin, his massive form casting long shadows against the sturdy wooden walls. Inside, he found himself awestruck by the magic in the cabin. The air is alive with ethereal energy, a tangible testament to Cornelia's formidable abilities.
With deliberate grace, Ygor approached Cornelia, his every movement infused with cautious tenderness. The crackling flames of the fireplace cast a soft, golden glow that danced and flickered, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadows across the room.
Cornelia placed a soft, crimson blanket on the smooth surface of the wooden table, its vibrant hue contrasting against the rustic backdrop of the cabin. Cornelia's voice resonated with warmth and reassurance as she spoke; her words carrying the echoes of countless months spent mastering witchcraft. "It's one of the first spells I had to learn as a witch, so don't worry about trying to fit in,"
Cornelia assured Ygor, her tone comforting like a soft caress. "Now, tell me what happened,"
Cornelia gently prompted, her voice a melodic invitation to share their burdens.
Her empathetic eyes fixed upon Ygor and the poor fluffy, eagerly awaiting their tale of woe. The fire crackled and the raindrops tapped against the window, forming a soothing symphony that seemed to draw the elements closer, eager to listen and offer solace. “Ygor fed fwuffy raw meat, now fwuffy tummy hurts,”
Ygor explained. “wed’ meat? Fwuffies nu’ eat wed’ meat”
Wendy exclaimed, her eyes widened with fear and confusion. “Put her on the table!”
Cornelia's command sliced through the air, her voice resonating with authority as she directed Ygor to carefully place the injured fluffy on the plush red blanket that adorned the sturdy wooden table.
With eager determination, Wendy scurried towards Cornelia. The little fluffy snatched a flask from a nearby shelf. The green liquid concocted from the nearby river and the roots of an ancient tree glowed inside the flask. The aromatic scent of the potion wafted through the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of burning wood. Ygor's sensitive nose caught a hint of bones in the fragrance, causing him to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Ygor smell bones”
said Ygor upon picking up a strange scent coming from the flask. "It's just the potion, Ygor. You can sit near the bookshelf; I'll handle this,"
reassured Cornelia as she guided Ygor to a seat beside the collection of well-worn tomes. His heavy footsteps resonated against the wooden floor, creating a gentle vibration that shook the nearby furniture.
Meanwhile, Wendy, her ebony-colored fluff rustling with each hurried step, made her way to the kitchen. The soft tapping of her little legs echoed through the cabin, the sound blending with the crackling fire and the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the window. Guided by Cornelia's request, Wendy retrieved a bowl of ash and garlic, their distinct scents mingling in the air, creating a heady mixture of earthiness and protection.
Cornelia's hands moved with practiced precision, like a knife gliding through the cloves of garlic as if guided by an invisible force. With each expert stroke, the pungent aroma of freshly cut garlic permeated the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the wooden table.
Once the garlic lay in neat, small pieces, Cornelia turned her attention to the bowl. She poured the green liquid into its depths, a shimmering cascade that glimmered like emerald flames. As the liquid settled, Cornelia's voice hummed with an incantation, her words carrying the weight of ancient knowledge and power.
In an instant, a flicker of green fire sprang to life, dancing atop the surface of the liquid. Its ethereal glow cast a surreal illumination, transforming the ordinary bowl into a vessel of enchantment. Shadows flickered and played upon the cabin walls, as if the very room had become a stage for magic itself.
Ygor's gaze locked onto Blue, his eyes filled with concern as he witnessed her unconscious. Despite her silent state, his sensitive ears detected faint, almost imperceptible whimpering that tugged at his heartstrings.
In a mesmerizing display of magic, a radiant golden light took the form of Cornelia's hand, delicately reaching towards the green flame. As her hand made contact, a breathtaking transformation ensued. The liquid within the bowl seemed to defy gravity, soaring out of its confines with graceful fluidity. It floated in the air, suspended like a glistening bubble, casting an iridescent glow that bathed the cabin in a surreal radiance.
The floating liquid became a canvas for the dancing and shimmering golden light, which traced intricate patterns written in the runes of magic. With every subtle movement and shift, the elixir responded, guided by Cornelia's hand, as if it were alive. The soft, ethereal hum resonated through the cabin, its gentle vibrations filling the air and contributing to the enchanting atmosphere that enveloped the space.
Ygor's eyes widened in awe as he witnessed this captivating spectacle, his senses fully immersed in the enchantment unfolding before him. The delicate scent of the potion wafted through the air, an intoxicating blend of natural ingredients and mystical energies. It mingled with the comforting aroma of burning firewood, creating an olfactory tapestry that enveloped the room. “Wemembeh’ jus’ one dwop o’ fwuffy fwend goes fowebah sweepies”
Wendy reminded, her voice filled with caution and trepidation. The anticipation was palpable, causing her little legs to tremble with a mixture of anxiety and hope. “I know, Wendy”
Cornelia replied with concern. Slowly, with delicate precision, she reached out and began removing the intricately carved magic runes that encircled the floating bubble. Each rune dislodged weakened the magic, and the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
As the runes dissipated one by one, a single drop from the shimmering green bubble fell into Blue's mouth, like a droplet of life itself. In that fleeting moment, the magic took hold, invigorating her senses and drawing her back from the abyss of unconsciousness. Blue's eyes fluttered open, her vision initially blurry as she adjusted to the renewed world around her. Gradually, the fog lifted, revealing the figure of another fluffy sitting in front of her, a woman with a mysterious allure, half of her face veiled by a cascade of hair, and Ygor, the gentle ogre.
Blue wakes up, her vision blurry at first. When they cleared, she saw another fluffy sitting in front of her, a strange woman with half her face covered by her hair, and Ygor. "Mommeh?"
Blue's voice trembled with a mixture of longing and confusion, seeking comfort in the familiarity of a mother's embrace.
Cornelia replied gently, her voice carrying a touch of sympathy. With great care, she cradled Blue in her hands, providing a sense of security and protection.
The cabin enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth and safety, shielding them from the world's uncertainties. "Let's give you a bath before I return you to Ygor, is that okay?"
Cornelia offered, her words laced with kindness and concern. Blue nodded, a silent agreement to the caring gesture that awaited her.
As Cornelia cradled Blue in her arms, Ygor's curious gaze wandered to the bookshelf, where a plush velvet tome caught his attention. With a gentle touch, he retrieved the book, feeling the smoothness of the fabric beneath his fingertips. Opening it, Ygor's eyes widened at the sight of a meticulously drawn map, its intricate details beckoning him into a world he's never seen before.
His gaze shifted to the strange numbers inscribed alongside the map, written in elegant script that danced across the aged parchment. Ygor traced the lines and deciphered the enigmatic message contained within.
"Two... tw-twenty-six degrees, twelve minutes, and forty-four seconds, N—No- no- north," Ygor read aloud, his voice filled with curiosity.
Cornelia emerged from the bath, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor, carrying Blue wrapped in a clean towel. Drops of water glistened upon her skin like scattered diamonds, reflecting the warm glow of the cabin's hearth. She approached Ygor, her presence radiating a sense of wisdom and familiarity. "It seems you've improved since the last time I met you,"
Cornelia remarked, her voice carrying a tone of admiration.
The scent of lavender lingered in the air, intermingling with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed tea. “Ygor been reading lots lately, collected many books”
Ygor proudly proclaimed. The room resonated with the gentle rustling of pages, as each one whispered a tale of knowledge and discovery.
Gently placing Blue on the floor, Cornelia watched with fondness as the little fluffy’s hooves create a delicate patter against the wooden surface as she scurried towards Ygor. She then nuzzled against his massive leg, seeking solace and comfort. A warm smile graced Cornelia's lips.
"That's truly admirable,"
Cornelia remarked, her voice carrying a gentle cadence. The crackling fire painted flickering shadows upon the walls, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace. The scent of smoldering logs mingled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, creating an enchanting symphony for the senses. “Until the ‘metal people’ burnt them along with Ygor house”
Ygor replied, his voice echoed with a touch of sorrow. The weight of his words hung in the air, mingling with the flickering shadows cast by the crackling flames. "The metal people,"
Cornelia mused, her thoughts drifting to the relentless knights of The King. The weight of their armored presence pressed upon her mind, like a looming storm cloud on the horizon. The memory of their arrival, their steel-clad boots treading upon the sacred grounds of the Old World, sent shivers down her spine. Their presence had brought upheaval, disrupting the delicate balance of harmony and magic that once thrived. "I'm sorry to hear that,"
Cornelia said, her voice laced with sincerity. "You can stay here as long as you need,"
she assured, her words offering solace and a sense of belonging amidst the uncertainty of the outside world. “Thank you, Ygor will find new home soon,”
Ygor replied. “By the way, Ygor find black fluffy interesting, never seen one before,”
he remarked, pointing towards Wendy.
Cornelia followed his gaze, her eyes tracing the ebony contours of Wendy's fur. The contrast of darkness against light evoked a sense of curiosity and wonder. “I saw her in an alley a couple of months ago while I was gathering ingredients,”
Cornelia recalled as she adjusted her favorite chair, drawing it closer to Ygor's seat. Blue and Wendy sat side by side, their eyes filled with anticipation as they listen to the story Cornelia is about to tell.
--NOTE-- A drawing of Wendy
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2023.06.04 16:25 michaericalribo Red Sox Zombie-Rama
July night ball: heat lingering in the Fenway bleachers after a day baking in the sun, lights twinkling, Verdugo on first, 2 outs, Yoshida with a 3-1 count. Will he swing?
The Yankees are in town, and chants erupt yet again to “F the Yankees!” For once, the chant matches up with the opponent. Masa takes a few practice sweeps, staring down Nestor Cortes. The pitcher comes set.
Judge dinks around in right, breathing out of his mouth and wondering if he’ll ever learn to tie his shoelaces. A cheer goes up behind him, ladies shrieking and men howling—Aaron’s used to the commotion.
He’s thinking about how much he likes having so many fans who are so nice to him when a BU bro in a Hernandez jersey leaps the fence, vaults onto Judge’s back, and sinks his teeth into his prey’s shoulder. He tears flesh with a wild, deranged look in his eye.
At the same time, around this park that has seen so much, bedlam erupts. Something surges through the crowd, like the Wave but more insidious in nature: a disease that causes the afflicted to become mindless undead fiends, thirsting for the blood of humans.
A Yankees fan leaps into the Yankees dugout and tackles Aaron Boone, from whom a geyser of blood erupts.
But as the scene unfolds, we quickly see the meaning of Boston Strong. Kiké does a series of flying handsprings towards an usher in a red polo, culminating in a headlock between his thighs and a snapped neck. Triston Casas pulls a handgun out of his bag and starts picking off the undead, a perfect shot. Dave O’Brien is bitten by Tim Wakefield; Youk grabs him by the shoulders and throws him out the open window of the broadcast booth, plummeting to the roiling crowd below. The cameras catch the 89-year-old grandmother with 30 grandkids all from Boston who delivered the opening pitch bite the face off tonight’s guest Fred Lynn behind home plate.
Chaim Bloom and David Ortiz vault from the box where they were eating caviar, plummeting to the seats below and executing perfect landings. They each grab the nearest zombie by the head and smash them together. Big Papi rips a seat from the concrete, and wades into the crowd, slamming gnashing heads with the business end of the seat and shouting “Here I come! I’m in the Hall of Fame!”
Devers grabs a bat in each hand, and begins whipping them in circles. Like two helicopter propellers, they whirl faster than the eye can see as Raffy steps towards the stands, eyeing the nearest zombie. Bat meets skull: base hit!
Justin Turner looks up from the tablet where he had been studying his last at bat, takes in the scene, and slowly steps up to the field. His forearms and shins lift upwards, before sliding smartly back, revealing metal and chrome and Kevlar panels beneath. From his right forearm emerges a giant laser blaster; from his left, a chandelier of long needles. His limbs extend, as he turns into a hulking machine of war. Chaim Bloom jumps onto his shoulder and shouts “Go!”
Turner marks the turning point in the assault, the moment it went from a zombie attack to a proper Red Sox rout. Too many hits to count as Turner levels the throngs of undead with laser beams. The bodies pile higher as Masa roundhouse kicks zombie after zombie. Devers hits a home run out of the park with the head of a hot dog vendor like a tee-ball at-bat.
Two and a half hours: longer than the game would have been with the pitch clock, all to clean up the mess and ferret out every last zombie. A sweep by the Sox. As the team regroups among the mounds of bodies, Cora looks each man in the eye in turn. “Looks like baseball season has just begun.”
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2023.06.04 16:24 L3ftyk03 (WTT) 2015 Honda CRF250L
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2015 Honda CRF250L with 7796 miles.
I bought this bike with the intent to go off-roading in the pine barrens with my brother, but then had a kid and now having another… so on the chopping block it goes..
Accessories on the bike: - FMF Power Core exhaust and FMF Power Bomb header -JD Jetting fuel tunner -RaceTech .50kg front spring (new fork seals from all balls racing and Spectro Gold 85/150 5w fork oil when this was installed on both shocks) -EBC clutch plates & heavy duty springs (replaces and removes the judder plate) -Flatland racing skid plate -Kemi Moto luggage rack -Fender eliminator w/ LED tail light and turn signals -Tusk wrap around aluminum hand guards with built in turn signals -LED turn signal flasher relay -LED headlight -Blue Sea 12v plug with 3D printed holder next to dash -Michelin Anakee Wild front and rear tire (approximately 100-150 miles on them) -13 tooth front sprocket -EVAP canister and lines removed and plugged off (original parts included in box should you wish to reinstall them) -Moose racing handle bar
Only issue the bike has is that the stickers I put on it are peeling.. I didn’t read the directions to apply heat after they have been put on to set them, rather then stretch with heat like I did…
Willing to meet up within reasonable distance.
Looking for PVS14 as partial trade.
TV: $4,400 SV: $4,200
My apologies I will edit post to include, but SE PA 19525. Willing to meet within few hours drive…
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2023.06.04 16:24 NedFriarson49 Are there any bad coaches in the NBA?
You can make an argument the two worst coaches in the NBA, presently, are Jason Kidd in Dallas and Chauncey Billups in Portland. I’m saying this based on how those respective fan bases perceive them; I don’t know enough about their coaching style. Maybe Clifford?
The rest have been fired. Silas and Casey were replaced.
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2023.06.04 16:23 Lineworker2448 Light Up Navajo
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If you ever get the opportunity to do Light Up Navajo, I highly recommend doing it. Four of us from my utility went in early April. It was honestly one of the most fulfilling things I have ever done in life. In the week we were there we were able to get 5 homes energized. Bringing power to people who have never had electricity in their home before is an incredible feeling. Electricity is such a necessity that most of us never even imagine living without for vast periods of time. These people have lived their whole lives without it. One home we energized had been on the wait list for 27 years to get power, another 23 years. One older gentleman told us after we energized his home that this was going to be the first Easter his whole family was going to sit together for dinner with power.
A little bit about Navajo, it is a Native American Reservation in the 4 corners covering Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah. The reservation has very minimal distribution infrastructure resulting in 14,000 homes still without power. Navajo Nation makes up 75% of the homes in the United States without power. Unfortunately the federal government only provides them a minimal grant each year that allows them to energize 500 homes per year. At this rate it will take 28 years to get all the current homes without electricity energized. The Navajo Tribal Utility Authority has done the numbers and determined it would cost $1 billion to get every home energized right now. They have tried asking the Federal Government for a one time payment to get everyone energized today, but the government has no interest.
Some references below for more info: https://www.ntua.com/light-up-navajo.html https://www.publicpower.org/LightUpNavajo https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8bZPXfElfyw
2023.06.04 16:22 BailerIHardlyKnowHer Looking for a 30” ceiling fan with 36” downrod that I can install in staircase. Westinghouse Wengue looks great, but I don’t think it has a downrod. Any thoughts?
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2023.06.04 16:22 Dark_rogue21 Gaming Laptop Recommendations please
My current laptop is 10 years old now, so old that the HDD was recently replaced but now the hinge for the screen has snapped and it's unable to be repaired (they don't make the parts anymore). So I've been looking for a new laptop.
How the hell do you guys navigate all the sheer number of models around?! Can anyone help me break this down? My specs:
I use this one currently for: MMO Gaming and some solo games like Monster HunteDragon Age, etc. I'm not really one for playing massive heavy titles like any FPS games so it won't need to be that intensive on framerate and things. High graphics would be nice for a change since this old one is running an Nvidia 850M so anything
within the last 8 years would probably be miles better by default.
I also use this for writing, internet surfing, listening to music and watching videos on Youtube, using drawing programs, and using Discord.
I'm a fan of the more slimmer builds as I like bringing my laptop with me when I travel so I can still write.
A friend of mine had her BF recommend two to me. I initially wanted to try and budget for £1000 or less, but since I've always used gaming laptops and got much out of my old one (£899 back in the day), I could probably swing more to around £2000:
- The Dell G5 15"
- The MSI Bravo 15
He recommended going minimal and picking up upgrades over time, they both have upgradeable SoDIMM slots I would be able to pick up my own as I can afford it. He also recommended getting up to 16GB as soon as possible since both are 4GB by standard(?), and taking my games on board that I play, that I should be fine with a 256GB hard drive (Mine is currently 930GB) -- though he did recommend an SSD for performance increase.
The Dell sounds perfect however there's a big issue I'm finding in reviews where the computer overheats so it doesn't fill me with much confidence to spend a lot of money on something that will shut down. Dell also seems to have a negative recommendation from my friend circle, along with HP, so I'm also wary.
I've never owned an MSI laptop before (I have owned Dell, Asus and this PCSpecialist one in the past) so that will be a new one for me if I went down that route.
Are there any other brands I can consider? I was looking at Asus TUF, MSI Katana and possibly Acer but everyone's experiences are different and it makes it so difficult to narrow it down.
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