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2023.12.01 19:15 DannyLumpy Winter / Holiday Events in the Denver Area 2023/24

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2023.10.23 13:52 th3frozenpriest Nexus Revolution - Chapter 8

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“So there hasn’t been any word from Morgan or the others,” Jerik said thoughtfully, staring down into his mug of coffee. “I see.”
Nick nodded, his face morose. “I really tried to find them when I got back. Even Benji is nowhere to be found, and I know for a fact that was her real name.”
It was a commonly accepted idea that most of the humans taken to Menora had hidden their real names. Confronted with ten thousand strangers, it was a logical choice. After all, if they’d made it home they didn’t want any of the trauma to follow them. But as far as Nick had shared, that wasn’t the case. Many people had formed ‘Menora Support Groups’, where they talked about what had happened in that other world.
“A lot of people thought it was a strange dream,” Nick explained. “But once enough news went around, people started to realize that it had really happened. They formed groups to talk about it. Quite a few of them were pretty rich, so they were able to find everyone that still existed.”
“And that didn’t raise any flags?” Jerik asked, surprised. “How could you locate nearly ten thousand people without anyone taking notice?”
“Oh, there were plenty of people that took notice,” Nick assured him, grinning broadly. “They even tried to infiltrate the meetings when we had them. But it was easy to tell who was fake and who was legitimate.”
“How?”
“Simple. We asked them who got a million points first.”
Jerik sat back, thinking quickly. It was a simple enough question, that was true. But it was knowledge that only survivors of Menora would have. “That’s not a bad way of doing it.”
“We thought so,” Nick agreed. “But you’re wrong. We didn’t gather ten thousand people for the meetings. We only ever managed to find a little over one thousand.”
“What?” Jerik spluttered, surprised by how low the number was. “Where are the rest of them?”
Nick merely shrugged. “We tried our best to find everyone that was missing. But eventually, we had to admit that they might just be gone. Besides, we had the Nexuses to worry about. They were still relatively new by the time we’d returned.”
He paused, falling silent for a few long seconds, then added, “I thought you’d died. I knew Jerik was your real name, and I found proof that you’d existed before Menora, but there was no evidence that you were still alive.”
Jerik nodded, feeling a pang of guilt that was rare for him. “Yeah, sorry about that. I went to Ahya first and foremost. I wanted to see what other worlds were like.”
“I get it,” Nick said, though his voice was still solemn. “It’s not like I needed you once the Menora business was finished. It was nice to see you again, though.”
Jerik smirked at that. “So, who out of the old squad could you make contact with?”
Nick let out a long sigh. “Only you.”
“Really? Not even Benji or Katrina? Or Morgan?”
He saw Nick’s shoulders lift and fall in a sad little shrug. “There’s no sign that the sisters ever existed on Earth. I did find someone who looked like the Morgan we met in Menora, but by all signs, she died shortly after returning. She had a Facebook page that served as her memorial. Family posts told us the story. Her town got wiped out a few months after returning from Menora.”
“Damn,” Jerik swore quietly. “Which of the cities was she from?”
“Toledo, by all accounts. She didn’t even get to see her home rebuilt.”
“And now it’s the home of the Nexus Games.”
Nick nodded. “I visit the place where her old home used to sit each time I go and visit. It seems like a lot of the Menora survivors do. It’s kind of our way of paying respect for the rest of the people that we couldn’t find.”
Around them, the mess hall was more or less empty. Few Nexians remained, those senior members that hadn’t been wiped out by several days of hard training and the grueling test that Charlisa and the other Lieutenants had administered earlier. One notable exception, Jerik wasn’t surprised to see, was Eric. He sat alone at a corner table, staring off into the distance with his hands folded neatly on top of the table.
“He said he’s from here originally, right?” Nick asked, noticing where he was looking. “How long has he been away?”
“Since twenty-ten, as far as we’ve been able to tell,” Jerik replied. “He said he came back about a year after he’d vanished for a bit, but didn’t wait around that long.”
“He’s been gone for sixteen years?” Nick asked, his eyes wide. “But he only looks like he’s twenty-five or so. How young was he when he left?”
“Just barely twenty, I believe.”
He caught the thoughtful frown that crossed Nick’s face and gave a snort of laughter. “Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure it out. Time works differently there, I guess. Their calendar is about one hundred and fifty days shorter.”
“So two-thirds as fast. Makes sense,” Nick muttered. Then he looked away. “So he was part of whatever army you mustered in the other world, is that it?”
Jerik laughed again, this time out of sheer amusement. “Not at all. I only ever intended to build one army, thank you. In fact, I was part of his mercenary group. We were small but effective.”
Nick held back his surprise at the thought that Jerik would be willing to follow another’s orders. But he was sure his former commander had his reasons. Since he didn’t want to waste his time and energy unraveling that mystery, he turned the conversation back to the first topic.
“So,” he kept his voice quiet, even leaning a little closer to Jerik. “What’s the plan, then? How are we going to stop them from taking away the Nexus powers?”
“I said we’d wait to see what unfolds,” Jerik replied, his expression guarded. “We don’t know enough of Grimr’s mission. Until we do, and until we’re both a little stronger, we shouldn’t act too hastily.”
“I know what you said,” Nick replied, now sounding quite obstinate. “But I also know you. I know you’re not wasting your time sitting here learning nothing.”
“Yes, you do know me. You also know that I don’t share any information if there’s a risk of something going wrong.”
Nick folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow raised. It displayed a sort of confidence that Jerik didn’t recognize in him. In Menora, he’d been confident in his ability to make and use weapons, but he never had this sort of quiet social confidence. He spoke with authority, and he didn’t sweat the small silences that a more stubborn speaker would offer up. Was this the result of his time in the Air Nexus? Or had he simply grown up while Jerik was in another world?
An amused grin slowly spread across Jerik’s face, and he let out a bark of laughter. “You’ve gotten too smart for your own good, Nick. But I’m being serious. I don’t want to share my thoughts on the matter just yet.”
“Alright,” Nick agreed, surprising Jerik. “But you’re not keeping me in the dark about this. If you don’t treat me like a confidant, I might not remain your ally for long.”
The words were friendly enough, but Jerik heard the steel of his voice. He was telling the truth. If Jerik wasn’t able to resolve the situation in a way that he approved of, he’d cut ties. He wouldn’t act against the Nexuses, Jerik was sure of that. But having him as an independent third party, particularly one that knew him so well, was not something that he looked forward to. He nodded his agreement with the point. “I promise not to keep you in the dark for too long.”
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The next day, nearly everyone slept in. When Eric found his way down the stairs to the mess hall, it was to find the dining area still moderately full of people. The staff had cooked this meal, he noticed, not his Alpha. They weren’t as good as Will Andrews, but they were good enough, and the breakfast was enjoyed.
“Morning, Eric,” one of the servers said brightly, noticing his entry into the large open space. “Come over here, I’ve got some coffee ready for you.”
Eric found his way over to the serving line, rubbing his eyes with one hand. The mingling of the Nexuses had gone well over the past two weeks, he saw. Almost none of the tables were limited to one Nexus. Instead, they were seated in a wide net over the room, the clashing colors of their outfits making a very interesting display.
“Fresh pot,” the server said, sliding a tall mug of the sweet brown coffee out for him to take. “Just how you like it. A little honey, no milk.”
Eric took a long sip and sighed in gratitude. “Thanks. Best thing in the morning.”
“Well, along with some good food,” the server added, sliding a plate towards him loaded with eggs, sausage, and a few stacked waffles. “Dig in.”
Eric carried his breakfast over to one of the less crowded tables. It was only when he was halfway to his destination that he realized Megan was sitting there. Whether intentionally or not, she’d chosen one that was out of easy earshot of everyone else. And, for that matter, the other Nexians were too involved in their own conversations to pay much attention to her. Suppressing a sigh, Eric made his way over.
As he expected, Megan looked uneasy about something and was clearly hoping to speak with him. He’d barely managed to sit down before she started. “I don’t know how I feel about this, Eric.”
“It’s nearly over,” he replied, deliberately misunderstanding her point. “You’ll be going home tomorrow, right?”
“I’m not talking about the training camp,” she said, her tone a little belligerent. Had she realized that he was trying to avoid having this discussion? “As you very well know.”
He took another long sip of his coffee to give him some breathing room. “What you’re thinking about is a betrayal against Grimr and his mission.”
Megan’s face paled slightly. “I-I know that. I do, okay? It’s just…”
She fell silent for a moment, casting her gaze to the side. The thought that she might not have planned out exactly what she wanted to say occurred to him, and that made him grin, though he hid the expression behind his mug. “That’s not at all like you.”
“What isn’t like me?” She whipped around, glaring at him.
“Being so timid,” he replied. “You’ve always known exactly what you want to do and say. It’s not like you to beat around the bush.”
“Can you blame me?” She asked, tapping her fingers on the clean tabletop. A nervous gesture of hers, he knew. “I just can’t stop thinking about Felix and Olivia.”
Eric shrugged. He’d never met the famous twins of the Water Nexus in person, but he was familiar with their legend. “What about them? Are they credible threats to our mission?”
“Well, they are, but that’s, uhh, not why I keep thinking about them.”
Eric looked at her. He really took a second to study her closely, and she was aware of it. Megan was a master at keeping her features disguised, but he’d spent the better part of five years as a mercenary. He knew how to tell when someone was lying to him or hiding the truth. “You’ve fallen for one of them. Felix, I’d had to guess.”
He threw that out as a test and continued to watch her intently. At the specific mention of Felix’s name, her face reddened slightly. It wasn’t enough to be called a full blush, but he caught it, and she knew he had. The deduction was what caused her to break her silence.
“I mean, I love Michael,” she whined, shifting awkwardly on her bench, “but Felix is…”
“Get to the point,” he said, his voice suddenly firm. “Are your feelings for Felix stronger than your desire to help Grimr and return to Ahya?”
She winced at the toughness of his tone but didn’t reply at once. She looked down for several long seconds and took a few deep breaths before saying quietly, “I don’t know.”
Eric cursed internally. He thought he’d be the one with the biggest doubts. Sure, he had a whole family to return to. But Megan had an established career, a partner, and the respect of many important people in Milagre. He would have thought that she’d attack this mission with an acute single-mindedness, to get home as quickly as possible. He knew for a fact that, before they’d left, she hadn’t considered Earth home. Not for many years.
“It won’t last,” he said quietly. “They’ll discover that you’re part of our mission eventually. How do you think they’ll feel about you then? Do you think Felix or Olivia will take kindly to the fact that you planned to betray them?”
She couldn’t think of a reply to that, so he hammered home another point. “You have so much waiting for you back in Ahya, Megan. You don’t even have family here.”
He knew that her father had died when she was young, as a result of some kind of criminal activity. The story wasn’t clear. Her mother, meanwhile, had been a rabid consumer of narcotics and had died the year before Megan entered university. It had been at least fourteen years since she’d known anyone on Earth that even closely resembled a family.
“I suppose you’re right,” she said, a tear running down her cheek. “It’s just that… Rachel is so kind to me, and Felix is amazing.”
“Then enjoy the time that you have with them,” Eric replied quickly, not giving her time to consider an alternative. “Because as soon as our mission is complete, we’ll be leaving them behind.”
“Don’t you feel bad too?” She asked. Now her voice was hard as well. She was angry at his insistence. “How do you think Will and his lot will react to your betrayal?”
He shrugged diffidently. “It’s nothing compared to returning home to Emma and Emily. Sure, I don’t like tricking and using him, but it’s necessary.”
She continued to glare at him for a few seconds, then pushed herself off of the bench with a single angry movement. “I’ll see you later, Eric.”
“Don’t do anything rash,” he said, just before she could turn away. “You know what Grimr is capable of.”
She paused then, and he noticed the slight shiver that she gave off. “That’s the thing I can’t stop thinking about. But just because he’s doing what he thinks is right, it doesn’t mean that it’s right for me.”
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2023.09.22 17:19 nahigugmakongella777 Ito ang Sinasabi ni Dr. Andrew Henry na masasalamin nating nangyayari rin sa loob ng INC. (3 Things We Should Know About Religion)

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  1. Religions Are Internally Diverse as opposed to Uniform.
Sa Loob ng INC, sinasabi ng mga ministro nagkakaisa daw lahat ng miyembro sa pag-iisip at doktrina. Ang totoo niyan may mga miyembro na naniniwala pa rin sa pamahiin, na maganda uminom paminsan-minsan o kung may okasyon, hindi BBM o Duterte Supporter, Tumataya sa Lotto, ok lang lumiban sa pagsamba, may Katipang Sanlibutan, mas gusto makipag kapwa tao sa mga taga-Sanli kaysa sa kapatid. umaattend ng kasal sa ibang relihiyon palihim nga lang.
  1. Religions Evolve and change overtime as opposed to being ahistorical and static.
Sinasabi ng Ministro na hindi daw nagbabago ang doktrina sa loob ng INC mula noon hanggang ngayon. tingnan nyo ang Worldwide Donation, yan dati hindi yan garapalan, pati na rin ang TH at lingap. Ang Doktrina ay huwag daw lumuhod sa santo at rebulto, pero ngayon nakaluhod na sa harapan ng projector at TV tuwing nananalangin lalo na kapag may panatang nakaluhod. Doctrines and Dogma change overtime albeit very slowly. isama mo pa ang doktrina na huwag manalangin sa patay pero ang pioneer INC member noon ay naniniwala na si FYM ay bumuhay ng patay dahil pinalanginan niya ito.
  1. Religious influences are embedded overtime in all dimensions of culture as opposed to functioning in the 'private sphere' of social life.
Kapag komite ay sinasabihan ka ng katiwala na kailangan mong magsuot ng Barong o polo at slacks, hindi mo maiimagine na sabihan ka ni Apostol Pablo o Apostol Pedro na magsuot ng gayon, dahil iba ang kasuotan nila, dahil nga ang INC ay Filipino religion as opposed to Middle Eastern ones. kung nasa pilipinas ka, makikita rin sa paligid, lalo na sa mga sasakyan, restaurants ang mga Italy flag na may menora sa gitna na nangangahulugang ang relihiyong INC ay may impluwensya sa kultura kaysa sa ang doktrina na ito ay isinasarili ng mga miyembro. more influence means more soft power. ang dominant religion sa middle east which is Islam ay pinipilit ang kanilang kababaihan na magsuot ng Hijab or abaya na nangangahulugang may impluwensya talaga ang relihiyon sa ating pamumuhay, dahil kung hindi, hindi na sana lalapit ang mga pulitiko kay Manalo tuwing eleksyon.
“... No matter what facet of culture your looking at, art, politics, even etiquette, clothing, and food you will always find religious influences...” Dr. Andrew Henry (religious scholar)
Religion For Breakfast YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/K2GxRSW8DAE?si=1s-zTqIUcQQ9DegD
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2022.12.14 20:27 th3frozenpriest Curse of the Outsiders - Chapter 17

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“I would like to register my opinion that this will not work,” Jerik said. “I don’t think that we can possibly take the city back in these circumstances.”
Eric let out a long sigh. He could have tried to stifle the noise but felt it would be dishonest. “As I said the past four times you expressed this opinion, I don’t care. And we’re not taking the city back.”
“So you agree with me,” the man said, looking pleased with himself. “Knew you’d come around eventually.”
“No,” Eric replied, drawing the word out the way you might when talking to a rebellious child. “I don’t agree with you. It’s literally not our mission.”
He wondered for a moment whether or not he was being too harsh with Jerik. His short temper was, after all, because he’d now been away from his wife and daughter for a little over two weeks. He had met a druid group who’d contacted Shallow Brook to learn of their condition, and he’d been told that both were stable and safe, but it did nothing for his anxiety. The two of them were a source of joy and happiness in his life, and spending the last eleven days without them had begun wearing down his patience. The two weeks had felt more like a month.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak calmly and patiently. “We’re tasked with going to Sheran and making sure that the patrols along the coast are extra vigilant. With Milagre in enemy hands, we can’t risk one of the other countries mounting an invasion.”
“Couldn’t they communicate that via magic?” Now it was Johan asking. Like Jerik he did not approve of this mission. However, his reason for disliking their current predicament was closer to Eric’s. His girlfriend had been sequestered in the Dagorra Forest for sanctuary, and he wanted to be with her. But, like his leader, he recognized that they had to do something to help and not sit it all out.
The truth of the matter was that, yes, the very purpose that he’d shared with Jerik could be achieved with magic and quite easily. But there was a second part to their mission, one that he’d been strictly told not to share with anyone until the time was right. That time wasn’t until they actually reached Sheran, so he had to come up with a viable explanation that would convince Jerik to shut up and stop asking him so many questions. He let out another long sigh to show his irritation.
“Magical messages can be intercepted,” he said. “And at that distance, there’s a chance the spell could go awry and hit the wrong person. With how important this information is, we can’t risk that.”
“You’re telling me that magic can’t be that precise?” “Jerik asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Eric replied shortly. “Without sending stones, it’s more of a broad radio signal.”
Jerik nodded in understanding and finally went quiet, seeming to accept the condition. Johan, however, frowned thoughtfully. “What’s a radio signal?”
Eric could have kicked himself for the gap in his knowledge. Sure, he knew that Johan was being sarcastically helpful. Johan was one of the few that knew Eric was from Earth, and while he might not actually know what a radio was, his seemingly innocent question was his way of letting Eric know he’d fucked up. Eric decided to take the hint and not reply to the question. Johan merely smirked, pleased that he’d caught one of Eric’s slips. It had been a while since that had happened, and he found it funny. But, as they so often do, a thought appeared to him, catching him completely without warning.
“Hold on,” he said, pulling lightly on the reins of the horse he was riding. The others halted as well, a second or two before him. Their delay resulted in their horses forming a sort of triangle in the road, with the other two staring at him in slight confusion. He turned to Jerik, frowning thoughtfully. “You know what radios are?”
“Of course-,” Jerik began. Then, stopping himself far too late, he made a fake cough and said, “Of course not.”
Eric met his eyes, sure that his doubt was all too obviously written on his face. He didn’t bother to leave the uncertainty in the air for long. “So. You’re from Earth.”
Jerik’s face didn’t change a bit, but he did lean back ever so slightly in his saddle. The man had very minute reactions, Eric thought. That slight lean might as well have been a start of surprise. He glanced at Johan as if trying to gauge whether or not he was in on the knowledge that another world exists.
“I know about Earth,” Johan said with a grin. “But only that it exists, and a few trivial facts that Eric has shared.”
“He’s from Ahya originally,” Eric said. “I’m from Alaska.”
Now Jerik’s eyebrow rose a few degrees to indicate his surprise. “You’re from Alaska? Where?”
“Fairbanks,” he said coolly. “You?”
“I was born in Anchorage,” Jerik said. “But I spend most of my life in New York.”
“I knew there was something off about the way you acted,” Eric said, shaking his head in exasperation. But for once, it was at himself instead of Jerik. “You haven’t mastered acting like an Ahyan yet. It was a little hard to peg it, though. You don’t show much emotion.”
“Yeah, well,” Jerik said, idly fiddling with the reins he was holding. “That’s what sociopathy will do to you.”
“I can’t believe that Samuel summoned another one without telling me, though,” Eric continued. “I mean, it’s not like he owes me anything, but it would have been nice to know.”
“Who’s Samuel?”
Now that really set Eric’s head to spinning. He blinked a few times, trying to understand what Jerik had just said. “You know… Samuel? The mage that summoned you?”
“I wasn’t summoned,” Jerik said. He smirked at their bewildered expressions. “I came here myself.”
“But that’s impossible,” Eric countered at once. “We can’t just decide to go wherever we want. If that were the case, you’d hear about it. If it’s not some ‘transported to another world’ type story, it just doesn’t exist on Earth.”
“Ah,” Jerik said, his smirk widening into a full grin. “But I didn’t get the power on Earth.”
Johan’s jaw had dropped. “There are other worlds apart from Earth and Ahya?”
“Well, I only saw the one,” Jerik answered, turning to look at him. “A world called Menora. I helped them kill a really strong enemy and got a wish granted.”
Now that really did sound like one of those fantasy books, Eric thought. He wouldn’t have believed it if they weren’t standing in a fantasy world at that very moment. “So not only have you left Earth, this isn’t your first time?”
Then a thought occurred to him, and he sat bolt upright in his saddle. “Wait. Is that what happened to the ten thousand people that went missing?”
Jerik looked at him sharply. “You know about that? It happened so long ago.”
“It was only a few months before I came here,” Eric said, frowning. “So, a little over six years ago?”
Jerik let out a laugh. “Try eleven. A lot of wild things happened while you were gone. I only caught a little of it when I went to visit, but we definitely don’t have enough time for that.”
“At least tell me this,” Eric said. “What year is it on Earth?”
“Well, I was there a few months ago,” Jerik said. “And it was two thousand and twenty-two.”
Now it was Eric’s jaw that dropped. “I came here in twenty-eleven. Are you really telling me that six years here equals nearly twelve there?”
Jerik offered him a slight shrug. “Fantasy world, man. Kinda makes sense that the time would be different.”
Eric tried to wrap his mind around that. He had no way of knowing that, just two weeks ago, Megan had been confronted with the knowledge that time worked differently, even in two places in Ahya. Time was a fickle thing, Eric thought. Maybe Oras only had control over Ahya. So that meant that one of the worlds he’d seen in his strange vision had been Menora. He wondered what the fourth world was for a moment before giving up on the idea if only to save himself from more headache.
“Well,” he said, bringing them sharply back to the present moment. “Let’s keep any mention of Earth to us alone. It’s not wise if too many people learn that we’re not from Ahya. I’d suggest you watch how you talk and act. Anything strange can catch attention quickly.”
“Sounds like you speak from experience,” Jerik said with a snort. “At least Ahya got normal people and not Nexians.”
There it was again. Proof that so much on Earth had been completely missed by him. He resolutely chose to ignore the tantalizing hint and spurred his horse forward into a light canter, then a gallop. The others quickly followed his lead and rode on either side of him. It was a strange thing, he thought, but the more he tried to push the thought of yet another world’s existence away, the more it stubbornly kept popping to the front of his mind.
“Is that why you don’t do magic?” He asked Jerik finally after half an hour had passed. He had to wait until they’d passed a merchant’s wagon to be sure nobody else could hear him. “Because you weren’t given a magic-capable body by Samuel?”
“Again, I have no clue who that is,” Jerik replied. “But I have no clue if I can do magic or not. I haven’t bothered to try.”
“But everyone here can do magic,” Johan said. “Not everyone studies it, but everyone has the capability. Was that not the case on Earth?”
“Well, there are a lot of mythologies that say magic used to be a thing,” Eric said. “But nobody knows for sure. I personally thought they were just stories.”
“As did I,” Jerik agreed. “But who knows? Maybe magic really did exist before. Like demons, angels, and dragons. They exist in Ahya, don’t they?”
“Not demons,” Eric answered him. “I think the closest thing to angels are the Divines. But unless they had wings before they ascended, they don’t normally have them.”
“Oh, thank god,” Jerik said with a laugh. “Those tropes are so overplayed.”
They rode on for another two hours without incident. They only talked sparingly when a question arose but for the most part, enjoyed the peace of the day. The sun continued to beam down on them without interruption, and the roads were significantly less busy than expected. After three hours, Eric decided that they might as well stop to camp. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, and he knew that foraging for firewood in the dark would be annoying.
“Let’s call it here,” he said. “We can get to Sheran tomorrow.”
They were all too ready to agree, sore as they were from a day in the saddle. They dismounted with sighs of relief, and all three quickly went to work setting up a basic camp. Jerik took care of the fire while Johan prepared their travel tents. Eric took care of the food, making a basic but tasty stew with meat from a rabbit he’d killed and cleaned earlier in the day. The stew was fragrant and hearty, and they all enjoyed three bowls before lying down for the night, with Johan taking the first watch.
It had been a deceptively peaceful day, Eric thought. He should have known that, somehow, that peace wasn’t going to last. But as fate seemed to like doing, he didn’t realize the potential trouble until he saw the approaching Infernal the next morning.
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2022.09.20 15:35 th3frozenpriest [Mech & Magic] Chapter 27

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A/N: So sorry for the lack of posts, my friends. I had a REALLY bad week. Poor health, two hospital visits, etc. I won't bore you with the details. The point is, I'm back, and I'll be catching you all up in no time.
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Jerik took a step back once more, then another. Suddenly, the urge to reach for his rifle was back. Equally surprising, Nick was also on guard now, and he backed up with him, stepping slightly to the side to give him some cover. His hand rested on the handle of his tek sword, and his legs were crouched slightly. Max, who had noticed this, seemed to retrieve a weapon of his own out of nowhere, a long and slender blade. He didn’t brandish it, however, merely keeping it ready for instant use.
“What are you talking about?” Nicholas said, his voice cold. “That wasn’t part of Sel-Kenna’s plan. She wanted to put an army of humans and monsters under the command of a particularly gifted commander.”
“That may be what she told you,” Max said, taking a step forward to place himself before Jel-Kenna. “But the Elder has decided to augment that plan further. It is our best chance at stopping Kan-Menora.”
“Says you.” Nicholas took another step to the side, partially obscuring Jerik from their gaze. “What’s your plan? Depending on your answer, I’m prepared to get my leader far away from you.”
Max took another step forward, and the tension in the air sharpened incredibly. “We’re going to have Jerik bond with a monster. The same way that Vernex and I have bonded.”
“That’s why you’re so strong,” Jerik said suddenly. “Your bond with Vernex raised your Class.”
It was the one thing that had confused him since he’d first met Max. How could a Legendary-Class player be so strong that he could easily trounce another Legendary-Class player like him? The only logical answer was that he wasn’t Legendary Class. Max gave him an amused laugh, then put one hand to the front of his flowing white robes. “Correct.”
He yanked the fabric off of his body in one swift movement, revealing the armor he wore underneath. Made of what looked like dyed and enchanted black leather, it carried undeniable power. As soon as the concealing robes were gone, his status had changed.
Maxari Mshindi
Raid-Class
Dragon Guardian
Before he knew what he was doing, Paragon was in his hand, and he’d switched to the red-dot sight., leveling the weapon directly at Max’s head. It was his only chance at a quick end to the warrior, as everywhere else was protected by that scaled leather armor. He could feel his heart beating faster out of nervousness, but his aim remained steady. Behind them, he could sense Morgan, Benji, and Katrina readying their weapons again, ready for a fight.
“I beg you to try,” Max said. There was a different light to his eyes now. It was similar to the way he’d looked after learning that Vernex had nearly died but somehow more intense. “I could snap that rifle with ease.”
Jerik let out a snort of disbelief. “This weapon is Raid-Class. You can’t break it. I pull this trigger at such a short distance, you’re dead. We’re leaving.”
“Try it,” Max growled. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re our first legitimate match, and you’re bonding with a monster.”
Well, he did ask, Jerik thought. Twice. “Get ready to move, Nick.”
Nick raised his gauntlet and summoned the tower shield at once, his helmet forming over his head. “Ready.”
Jerik squeezed the trigger at once. With nothing to brace himself, the rifle nearly knocked him on his ass with the kick, but he recovered quickly. He immediately started moving back, reloading the rifle clumsily. It was impossible to do it quickly on his feet. Nick didn’t move with him. He looked up, ready to bark an order, but the words froze in his throat. Max was standing before them, completely unscathed. Then he lifted his free hand, which was glowing white, and shot some kind of magical bolt at them.
Nick was quick to react, shifting his shield to intercept it. The conjured energy shield stood no chance against the attack, which tore right through it and struck Nick himself. The force of the spell threw the warrior back into Jerik, sending them both flying several feet back. The younger man took the brunt of the attack, but Jerik’s vision was still tinged with red when he finally regained his senses. Nicholas’ armor, meanwhile, was in a horrible state. It sparked in several places, and he could hear the beeping that indicated critical damage. With one spell? He couldn’t believe it.
With Nicholas disabled and, in his eyes, no way to avoid outright violence, he scrambled back to his feet, lifting Paragon and firing again. This time, he could see what happened clearly. The bullet, mere inches from his face, shredded into wisps of white energy. This energy then coiled down and around his head, and into the armor. Then his free hand glowed white once more. He lifted it again but didn’t fire off the spell.
“See?” He said, his face hard as stone. “You stand no chance. I could take three more of those shots without being in danger.”
“If you think you can intimidate me into doing what you want, you got another thing coming,” Jerik said. He’d leveled Paragon again after reloading, but hesitated, not willing to fire. “So you either kill me, or I get the hell out of here.”
Max’s hand stopped glowing, and he lowered it. He shook his head in a very exhausted fashion, that dangerous light missing from his eyes now. “I’m not trying to intimidate you, Jerik. Far from it. I’m trying to convince you.”
“Convince me by attacking me?”
“Indeed.” Max turned slightly to the side, his hand glowing once more, and discharged the spell at a random tree. It was vaporized. “I can do that because of my bond with Vernex. If you succeed, you can get a similarly powerful ability.”
Jerik lifted his eye from the red dot sight but kept the rifle level with Max’s face. He didn’t have to aim across such a short distance in any event. He was still on guard, but a strong surge of curiosity was claiming him now. “How does it work?”
“Well, after taking this compound,” Max said, retrieving the yellow liquid and waving it. The compound glittered in the bright sunlight, almost as if it were made of melted crystals. “You have to bond with a Raid-Class Monster.”
“Just like that,” Jerik said. He phrased it as a statement rather than a question. “You make it sound easy.”
“It’s not. It will be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, and you have to do it alone. Any monster that senses an approaching attack force will be impossible to communicate with.”
“I’m assuming I’ll also have to cure it with Monster’s Bane first,” he guessed. It was a logical assumption. “Or do you already have a monster in mind for me?”
“You’ll have to find one on your own,” Max admitted. “I already told you that we managed to make a few monsters immune, but none of them are Raid-Class.”
There was a long pause, in which Jerik did some very quick thinking. Almost by its own accord, Paragon’s barrel dropped a few inches. He glanced back to where Morgan, Benji, and Katrina stood, their weapons still ready, almost as if asking for their advice. The sisters looked impassive as if they couldn’t care either way. But Morgan, after meeting his eyes for several long seconds, gave him a discreet nod. He turned back to Max, lowering the rifle and putting it on his back once more.
“Fine,” he said. “But I want Nick to do the same.”
Nick looked up at him in alarm from where he was laying on the ground. It was quite plainly the look you gave someone who was insane, but Jerik gave him a curt hand gesture, warning him not to interrupt. He looked past Max to Jel-Kenna, making it clear that he was telling her directly. He wouldn’t have Max be involved in this decision. If they wanted him to take part in their plan, he wouldn’t do it alone.
Jel-Kenna nodded in agreement at once. “If he’s willing, then he may. But no others.”
“That’s fine,” Jerik said shortly. He stooped to offer Nick a hand up. “I doubt any of them could do it except for Morgan, and she doesn’t care about power.”
The matter seemed settled. Max put his sword away, as did Nick. The villagers who had gathered at the others’ arrival dispersed to return to their previous activities, and Jerik led the command group a ways away to have a short discussion.
“You can’t really be thinking of doing this,” Benji said, once she was clear that they couldn’t be overheard. “It’s suicide. A Raid-Class monster would kill you in seconds if you’re alone.”
“I am doing it,” he replied firmly. “So is Nick. We could use that kind of power against Kan-Menora.”
She opened her mouth to argue further, but Morgan spoke first, cutting her off. “Leave it. If they fail, we’ll just return and get our revenge.”
Another long pause and they all nodded. Even Nicholas was in agreement, to Jerik’s surprise. He added one more point. “That reminds me. Morgan, I want you to hold onto Paragon for now.”
Her face showed nothing but blank shock. “You’re not taking it with you?”
He shook his head. “It sounds like I have to do this without trying to kill the monster. Besides, Paragon can’t shoot darts. It’ll just be extra weight. And if I die, I don’t want to lose it.”
She nodded her understanding and took the rifle from him, making it disappear with a quick flick of her wrist. Jerik turned to Nick, who was already checking his armor. He’d seen the young man do that before, and knew that he was running a quick diagnostic to assess the damage. “Can we repair the suits quickly?”
“Of course,” Nick said. “I saved enough materials, just in case. But your armor’s battery capacity was damaged. I’ll need to find a new component for that.”
“Check with Jel-Kenna for that. In the meantime, I’m going to stash my points.”
It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. Every settlement, no matter how large or small, had a terminal that could access the point bank. He deposited all but fifty thousand of his points, which he’d need for miscellaneous expenses before he set out to find this Raid-Class monster. It wouldn’t be hard to find one in the parts of the mountain he hadn’t yet explored, he was sure. The only question was which kind he’d pursue. For the sake of a quick resolution, he decided he’d go after the first one he saw that he liked. Maybe a dragon like Max, he thought.
He reunited with Nick about an hour later, at which point he’d removed his tek armor. He handed it over just as Nick finished repairing his own, along with a new battery module that Jel-Kenna had given him. Only fair, seeing as how it was her men that had damaged it, he thought. Nick told him the repair would take about an hour, so he went off to find some food. The exciting events of the day had drained him more than the escape from that rush of monsters at the start of the raid zone.
Finally settling in the second-largest building of Haven that served as a combined tavern and inn, he scarfed down a basic meal alone, watching the villagers as they ate and drank in a jovial fashion. A well-connected community, he noted mentally. He thought back to Morgan’s decision, should he die. He thought it was possible to take out Haven with the force he had, but it would be a difficult fight, harder than any other the Smoke Brigade had attempted.
But first, he reminded himself, he’d have to give his full effort to this “ritual”.
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2022.09.13 09:01 th3frozenpriest [Mech & Magic] Chapter 23

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The platoon emerged from the long, upward-sloping tunnel into the sunlight and hesitated, shielding their eyes against the sudden brightness. They’d been underground for almost two days straight, according to Jerik’s tablet. Not good timing. They should have cleared their first raid in two days if they’d wanted to keep to schedule. Now, a full day behind, he had to pause and recalculate their supplies. That meant taking another long rest.
“Might as well set up camp,” he called. “Morgan, get the summoning rings ready.”
She nodded and walked a fair distance away from where the platoon was setting up for a long rest, and began tracing a wide circle on the ground. Once it was complete, she muttered an incantation, and a wagon appeared there. She repeated the process three more times, summoning the rest. The Toads came over at once to refill their sacks, but Jerik held them off with a raised hand.
“It can wait,” he said, in reply to their questioning looks. “We’re behind schedule, so we need to recount supplies.”
The older of the two Toads tilted their head, more confused. “Why don’t you apport more if you’re behind schedule?”
Morgan answered them, saving Jerik from the potential distraction. “We didn’t have enough to set up a store or apportation runes. I’m the only one who knows how, and I have to reserve my mana for combat.”
The Toads simply shrugged their acceptance of the explanation, and returned to the rest of the platoon, taking off their packs and sprawling comfortably on the grass. They both fell asleep almost at once, their heads resting on the packs, their chests rising and falling peacefully. Jerik spared them half a glance. “You’d think they were on holiday.”
Morgan laughed. “Looks like we have eleven days of full rations. Ten, counting today’s meals.”
Jerik pursed his lips. “That’s a problem. We can’t really afford to cut down to half rations.”
Even though the humans summoned to Menora were functionally immortal, they still had to take care of things like food and rest. If the rations were cut down to half of a full supply per member, they’d experience serious debuffs. More experienced players could counteract these buffs with their higher-tier gear, but Smoke Brigade had only the minimum equipment required. Hunger debuffs would be too severe. He stared out across the expanse of green below them. From here, they could see into the valley itself, where the path to the final raid boss was.
“What if we took a detour into the Hunting Grounds?” He asked. “We could refill on supplies there.”
“We could,” she agreed, but she seemed hesitant. When she caught him looking inquisitively at her, she said, “It’s just… that’s the direction that the dragon flew off to.”
“That’s true. But do you think it’s likely that it’d stay there this long?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “There shouldn’t even be a dragon in this mountain range, so I have no way of predicting its behavior.”
“That’s not the only unpredictable thing,” he said quietly.
“The Menoran?” She asked, and he nodded.
They’d been able to clear the rest of the raid zone in just under a day, killing the minotaur at the end that was the first raid boss. It had killed seven of their members leaving them with forty revival crystals. But in all the paths of the sprawling dungeon, they hadn’t seen a single sign of the green-skinned challenger. They’d covered every square inch of the zone too, so they were sure.
“He must have moved on ahead,” Morgan said. “Either that, or he teleported away entirely and abandoned his boss.”
“Is it possible that the Minotaur wasn’t his boss?”
“It is possible. But the Minotaur wouldn’t have let him move through the dungeon if he was a minion of one of the bosses up ahead.”
“What if he’s a minion of the final boss?”
That thought clearly hadn’t occurred to her. As if to give herself time to think, she too stared out across the valley. “He could be. But if that’s the case, then he’s stronger than we thought. If he reports to the final boss, he could have wiped us out with some serious effort.”
He didn’t say anything, but privately, he agreed. Which, of course, made the fact that the Menoran had vied for peace all the more confusing. Why would an enemy, rumored to be hell-bent on destroying the civilization Menora had enjoyed, call for peace? He tried to push the thought from his head, but it was a doomed effort. Even as he returned to the platoon to eat his mid-day meal, he found himself drifting back to the series of questions that had dominated his mind.
He was so distracted that Nicholas had to remind him that the two-hour break was over, and ask if he should get everyone moving. Jerik shook himself vigorously, a little ashamed at the lapse of concentration. “Yes. Let’s get moving. Time to tackle the second raid zone.”
Except that, when they reached the peak of the mountain, where the second raid zone began, they found that there were no monsters in sight. The platoon advanced down the other side of the mountain, their guard up and looking for any sign of flying monsters or the dragon. Nothing. It wasn’t until they reached the base of the mountain two hours later that Jerik called them to a halt, casting a slightly worried glance up the slope. He gestured the members of the command group over to him.
“What the hell is going on?” He asked once they’d gathered around him and were out of earshot of the platoon. “We’re almost through the second raid zone. Where are all the monsters?”
In normal times, the second raid zone was supposed to be an endurance contest, where the platoon would pause at certain points, defending themselves against waves of flying and climbing monsters. There should have been at least four attacks, one for each of the flat points on the path down from the peak. But the entire way down, they hadn’t seen a sign of even one monster, weak or strong.
“I don’t know,” Morgan said, frowning. She looked just as worried as he felt. Benji and Katrina looked uncertain as well. Only Nicholas looked neutral, as the one member of the group that had no experience with the raid zone. “I can understand some parts being empty to lull us into a false sense of confidence, but not an entire raid zone abandoned.”
“You’re sure we cleared the entire zone?” Benji asked. “What if the area expanded, and there’s a nasty fight ahead?”
Jerik hadn’t thought of that. He pulled out his tablet and checked the connection. He could see all the information he normally had access to, which meant he was in an open zone. “No. It ended. We cleared it.”
Just to be sure, he checked his point balance. For each player that cleared a raid zone without dying, they earned a reward of fifty thousand points. He was at seven hundred and eighty-four points, exactly one hundred thousand more than when they’d begun. “I got the reward for it.”
“So did I,” Morgan confirmed, her eyes glancing to the top-right of her vision where the points would be displayed.”
Jerik disengaged his helmet, settling the cowl around his neck. “This is eerie.”
“No arguments here,” Benji said.
“This is bad, isn’t it?” Nicholas asked. The other three didn’t answer, so Jerik did.
“I don’t know. There are only two reasons that a raid zone would be empty. One is if it was cleared within the last week. The other is if the boss moved.”
“Moved?” Nick asked. “Not killed?”
“No way of knowing which it is. Not without completing the last raid zone, that is.”
“Another question,” Morgan said, interrupting their thought processes. She was pointing down into the valley. “Is it just me, or does that look like a town?”
“What?” Jerik asked loudly, hurrying over to the edge of the path. It was harder to see across the entire valley now that they weren’t at the peak, but they could also see further into the valley now. He thought he detected a glimpse of a stone building off in the distance, but he couldn’t be sure. “That might just be the castle at the end.”
Morgan shook her head and pointed in the opposite direction, to the other end of the valley. “The castle’s in that direction. That’s the end of the valley.”
“You’re right,” Katrina muttered, looking in the direction of the building they’d spotted. “That’s where the Hunting Grounds is.”
“But the Hunting Grounds is open plains,” Morgan said. “It’s not supposed to have actual buildings.”
“What if they’re player-made?” Nick asked. “Some people could have decided to settle in the valley.”
Jerik shook his head. “You don’t understand. That area’s flooded with monsters. It’s a bad idea for players to settle there. The defense would be constant, and they’d never have enough time to build a town.”
“Well, there’s something there,” Nick said bluntly. “That means that someone built it. Do monsters ever build cities?”
“Not that we know of,” Morgan replied. “Jerik, I think we should investigate that.”
“We won’t reach it until after the third raid zone,” he said. “But I agree.”
Pike and Meredith chose that moment to reappear. They’d gone ahead of the platoon as soon as they reached the end of the winding path down the mountain, to scout ahead. Seeing the command group a short distance away, they made a beeline directly over.
“Okay, this is going to sound crazy,” Pike said, “But Treachery Pass is empty.”
Treachery Pass, the third raid zone, was the last barrier to the valley that held the final boss. It consisted of a series of long dashes through narrow defiles and treacherously thin walkways that led to a lethal fall if you slipped. Jerik stared at them incredulously. “You went into the pass without us? What if you’d been attacked by moles?”
“We were prepared to run,” Meredith said quickly, taking over the report. “We were ready to disengage at any moment. But when we didn’t see any ranged monsters on the cliffs above the defiles, we started thinking-”
“That the entire pass might be empty,” Jerik said, finishing the thought. Meredith nodded, a grin forming on her face. He shook his head for what felt like the hundredth time today. Different monster ecology was one thing. But to have two entire raid passes be deserted? He couldn’t process it, at least not sitting there at the start of a raid zone. “Alright. I’m not risking this. Morgan, get them to march ahead.”
“What are you going to do?” She asked, her voice suddenly sharp. “You’re surely not thinking of flying ahead, are you?”
“Not ahead,” Jerik corrected her. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the building he’d seen. “I’m going to see what that’s about.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “That’s suicide.”
“Only if I’m caught. I’ll run at the first sign of danger, I promise.”
“Jerik! You have two legendary shards! If you die, those go away, you know!”
“I know,” he said, waving his hands in a downward fashion. “But even you have to admit that none of this makes sense. If the monsters aren’t here, then that means they can only be up ahead. We need to know exactly what we’re walking into. So I’ll go check out that building, and whatever else might be there. Once I know what it is, I’ll fly around and meet you at the end of the pass.”
Morgan opened her mouth to argue further, but Nicholas stepped in, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. “We understand your concerns, Morgan. But if he says he can do it, I think we should trust him.”
Morgan switched her glare to Nick, then threw up her hands in irritation. “Fine! But if you die, don’t come complaining to me that you lost everything.”
She strode away to join the platoon, every line of her body stiff with anger. Jerik took a deep breath. “Thanks, Nick. Help her keep them moving and in formation. If you run into trouble, rely on her commands. If you encounter something you can’t handle on your own, send me a message.”
Nick gave him a brief salute, then hurried off in Morgan’s wake. Jerik re-activated his helmet, then jumped off the steep cliff they’d been standing alongside. Several of the platoon saw him jump and called for him to be careful, but their words were lost to his ears in the rush of wind around him. Engaging his armor’s flight mode, he made a straight line for the building in the distance.
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2022.09.04 05:06 th3frozenpriest [Mech & Magic] Chapter 18

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The Menoran Mountains were a dark and foreboding place, providing a real physical barrier to anyone who wanted to travel through them. Not that there was anything on the other side of the range, of course. Just a long and thin stretch of rocky, uninhabitable shoreline. This particular mountain range only existed for one purpose in the eyes of the humans that had been summoned. Raids.
It was the first opportunity for raids that many got, and they were all comparatively low-difficulty. There were four in total, with three of them chained together. They took a great deal of time to refill with monsters once cleared, meaning that, after each successful platoon that ran through it, there was a rare chance to descend into the valley between the peaks to gather rare materials.
With the fear and uncertainty that had persisted during Magnus’s reign over the city of Zenken, it had been nearly a year since anyone had last run through the mountains. That fact alone, and the breeding monsters that called it home, had started having a negative effect on the ecosystem in the area. It caused drastic changes to the power of the monster presence, the most recent example being the Griffon attack. Discussion had run through Zenken after the griffon’s death, and many wondered at the cause of it.
It had been decided that the Menoran Mountains were the cause. So many monsters in one place had shifted the flow of the Monster Winds, drawing even more powerful creatures like the griffon in. If left unchecked, many believed that the monsters would eventually lay siege to Zenken itself. That had to be avoided at all costs. So they turned to the strongest fighting force available, the Smoke Brigade. Jerik had accepted the request from Sel-Kenna easily. His platoon was ready, and it was time that he tested them in a raid.
And so, the day after Nicholas had finished the Legendary-Class armors for himself, Jerik, and Morgan, the platoon had set out in the early hours of the morning. Carrying four wagons of supplies and two Toads, they were set for a very long expedition. From personal experience, Jerik knew that clearing the Menoran Mountains took the better part of two weeks. He could only assume that, due to the current state of affairs, it would take even longer. So the sooner they set out, the better.
“Now remember,” he’d told his platoon, the morning they’d left. “Raids are a different sort of fight from your typical expedition.This will take a long time. You need to have stamina and endurance. Rest will be rare, so stay on your toes, and keep your eyes sharp.”
They’d seemed eager for the raid, and not at all nervous. Their recent successful expeditions and extra training had seen to it that they were confident in their skills. Jerik wanted that to stay the same, but he also knew that confidence could carry the risk of turning into over-confidence, then into foolishness. He had to avoid that last part at all costs. If they messed up bad in the raid zone, they’d lose everything. Everyone would be reset to square one, and have to earn everything back.
“I hope they’re ready for this.”
Jerik gave a start of surprise as he heard Morgan’s voice at his side all of a sudden, and tore his mind away from his deep thoughts. “What?”
She inclined her head to indicate the platoon marching ahead of them. “I hope they’re ready.”
Jerik privately agreed with her sentiment, not to mention her obvious uncertainty. But he also knew that, as their leader, and being within earshot, he couldn’t let his own doubts show. He forced a smile onto his face. “They are.”
The few platoon members that could hear them made quiet noises of agreement, which told him he’d taken the right action. He and Morgan shared a long look of understanding. She knew what he was playing at, and could see right through his facade. They shared a nod, and she rode ahead to join the front of the column. He allowed his own horse to fall back a bit, to give himself some time to think a bit more.
They were riding across the plains between Zenken and the mountains now, so they could afford to have a loose formation. Once they reached the beginning of the mountain range, that would change, and they’d have to walk in a tight line, with no more than two men standing side by side. That would be tricky in terms of defense. Saving the supplies was crucial, for if those were lost, then they had to abandon the attempt. Those supplies would keep them fed, watered, and tend to their gear while they ran through the raids. Then, once the raids were completed, those same wagons would carry the loot they earned back to Zenken.
The plains were a dangerous place in their own right, Jerik thought, sitting upright in his saddle and scanning the horizon to either side. At the moment, Jack was filling the role as scout, scouring the path ahead of them to make sure that no monster dens were in the way, but it never hurt to have extra eyes, and Jerik needed to stick to the pattern. The terrain was virtually the same everywhere he looked, just one long bland stretch of tall grass, which served to ruin his eyes if he concentrated too hard.
He called for a break at mid-day, instructing the platoon to draw the wagons in and rest for a meal. Without him having to say it, several people volunteered to stand guard, and others offered to take the second watch. This way they could remain on guard even while resting. Jerik thanked the first round of volunteers, then walked to the wagons to supervise the rations. Once they all had some food and water, they sat in a loose gaggle around the wagons. Jerik could hear the buzz of general conversation.
“They’re in good spirits,” Nicholas reported, coming over with his small meal and sitting cross-legged beside Jerik. “I just hope it lasts.”
“You sound like Morgan,” Jerik said shortly, taking a bite out of his tough seasoned bread and chewing thoughtfully. “You both make it sound hopeless.”
Nicholas gave a wry grin, then took a bite himself. After a few seconds, he said, “I think Morgan’s just a realist. She doesn’t let herself be taken by false hope.”
“And you?”
“I’m a realist too," he said confidently. “I just know that we’re good. I have faith in them, but I’m human. I still have doubts.”
“Not in yourself though.”
“No,” he said. “That’s just a result of my training, though. I sorted through that already, and I’m ready to do what I can.”
Jerik studied Nicholas intently for a few seconds while he looked out at the rest of the platoon. He was only twenty, but he had an air of maturity around him that spoke to life experience, the kind you couldn’t simulate. For a second, he was tempted to ask him about his life before he’d been summoned to Menora, but decided against it. That sort of thing was considered taboo. The summoned players chose to keep their lives private, and leave the problems of home where they were until their return.
“You seem to like it here in Menora,” he said, the thought occurring to him. “You almost seem like a Menoran yourself, apart from no blue skin.”
Nick let out a laugh at that. “I do like it here. If I could have my way, I’d choose to stay behind once this was all over.”
“If you don’t want to leave, then why are you helping me with my goal?”
“I thought that was obvious,” Nicholas replied at once, looking at him with a small frown. “Kan-Manora needs to be killed.”
“Right,” Jerik said, nodding his head in agreement. “But you don’t have to be an active part of that by joining my platoon. Or you could have stayed an engineer. Why are you on the front-lines with me?”
“I like fighting,” the young man answered with a shrug. “For me, this is kinda like a game. I like games.”
Right. The ability to respawn immediately after death, even if you lost half your points with each death. Actually, Jerik thought, that hardcore feature would probably make the game even more attractive to him. He seemed the type to enjoy a good challenge. It fit his swordsman mentality, at least. He smirked at the thought that Nick was just enjoying himself on a campaign. Not a bad outlook, to be honest. It ensured that he could remain positive in the face of overwhelming odds, at least.
“Well, I’m glad you decided to join me,” He admitted, not surprised to see Nick’s smiling reply. “Thanks for not listening when I said no at first.”
“I knew you’d need my help.” The young man uncrossed his legs and laid down, sprawling in the tall grass. He let out a relaxed sigh. “I’m the best swordsman you’ll meet in this world.”
“The only swordsman,” Jerik shot back with a snort.
Nick’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m nowhere near the only one. I’m not even the best.”
“None of us use swords,” Jerik pointed out. “I’ve been to all three cities, and you’re the first player-”
“I’m not talking about players. I’m talking about the Menorans themselves. There are a ton that use swords, and quite a few who are absolute masters. Sel-Kenna is one of them.”
That piece of information took Jerik by surprise. “The Menorans actually use swords? But they have guns.”
“Some of them prefer Magik,” Nick replied, shrugging again. “Not all of them like the Tek side of things, just like players.”
Something about the way he said it registered particularly strongly to Jerik. “You’ve been in their cities, haven’t you? That’s where you’ve been the past two years. You’ve been living among them.
“Yes. Master Sel-Kenna took me in. She helped me improve my sword skills, and sharpened my mind by teaching me how to tinker with things. I even helped her make Paragon.”
Jerik glanced from the young man to his weapon, and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I suppose I should thank you then. It’s a fantastic weapon.”
“You’re welcome. We hoped it would prove useful to you. Looks like we were right.”
“Indeed,” Jerik replied, shoving the last of the bread into his mouth. He rose to his feet, intent on taking a walk around the camp to talk to the platoon members. “Relax while you can. We’ll be setting off again in an hour.”
Nick gave him a lazy smile, then closed his eyes. Jerik would have bet that he was asleep within seconds. He shook his head as he laughed inwardly, then began making his rounds. Everyone had what they needed, and nobody was overly tired or anxious. None were suffering from issues that needed immediate attention. On the whole, they continued to be excited. They asked when they’d reach the mountains and begin the first raid.
“It won’t be for a while,” he said. “We’re making good time, so we should reach the base of the path by sundown. We’ll camp outside the mountains for a night then go in.”
Then the real challenge would start, he thought, though he didn’t say it out loud.
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2022.08.27 03:43 th3frozenpriest [Mech & Magic] Chapter 14

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They reached the site of the Burrows without too much difficulty. Cleaning up after the griffon had been easier than expected as well. The fallen members joined them within an hour or so, brought by a courier. They were sheepish as they reclaimed their dropped gear and asked after the monster. Jerik had caught them up to speed on the battle, leaving out the fear he’d felt when the griffin had grabbed him. Their eyes were wide as he explained everything, marveling out loud at the impressive description of how Nicholas had dealt the killing blow.
Nicholas and the research crew had dismembered the griffon’s corpse, gathering as much materials as they could. By the end of it there was nothing but a pile of bones, which Nicholas insisted on keeping. With the research crew’s help, they dried and stored the bones in the back of the wagon, which was quite full now. Jerik frowned thoughtfully as he saw that. There was no room to put its head once all was said and done.
“Really wish we had a toad,” he’d remarked to Morgan. “How the hell are we going to bring this all back? There’s still a lot of monsters left, and we’ll have to stow those materials.”
“We can always make camp and process what we have,” was her suggestion. But Jerik knew from past experience how long that process would take. In the end, he’d emptied the cart of the lesser materials, and sent a few of the platoon’s front squad to sell them back in Zenken. It meant that he lost three of his fighting force for the rest of the trip, but it was a worthy cost in his eyes. Within the hour, they’d sent him a message, telling him that the bulk materials had earned them just over eighty thousand points on Market Street.
Now they were at the Burrows, and after nearly an hour of defensive action and another two hours of going into the burrows themselves, they’d flushed out the worst of the monsters. Even as they began to set up a small camp, he could see the surviving monsters fleeing the area, moving away to whatever hideout they’d inevitably use. He smirked at the thought that they might expect the humans to chase after them. Unfortunately, that was not in the cards.
The builders that had accompanied them went to work quickly. He was in awe of their teamwork and efficiency as he watched them beginning to make the first of the buildings that would constitute the outpost. In less than thirty minutes, the skilled constructors had put up the frame of the first building. In another half hour, they’d finished it.
“If people could build at this speed back in the real world, construction would be so fast,” he’d remarked. The workers had laughed at that, pleased, as all master craftsmen were, at compliments to their work.
Jerik and his platoon had provided security while the buildings were put up. Everyone beside the research crew did their part in patrolling and standing guard, as they had a large area to cover. Morgan moved constantly around the campsite, checking that everyone had what they needed; refilling ammo reserves, bringing gear to and from the research crew for repair. The rest of the day passed in a long blur of work, tired muscles, and exhaustion after their march.
As night drew closer, the builders set to work on finally erecting the defenses. They put up thick wooden walls all around the outpost, which measured nearly five hundred meters across. Six buildings of various sizes clustered along the path, walls to protect them, and a primitive kind of moat circling the wall to slow down approaching monsters. Eight hours later, you cold almost believe that no monsters had ever lived in this exact spot.
“They work fast,” Nicholas commented, towards the end of the night, right as they were told it was safe to leave their post. He’d spent the last two hours sitting alert beside Jerik, silently watching the darkening horizon for any sign of approaching monsters. But none had come. Now they stumbled blearily back into the safety of the walls, pausing to watch the simple bridge spanning the moat being pulled in behind them.
Jerik made a muted noise of agreement, too tired to talk much. The one part of life in Menora that constantly reminded him it wasn’t a game was the exhaustion. You still had to maintain the basic necessities in Menora, including sleeping and eating. Of course, you couldn’t die, but hunger and exhaustion still had very real negative effects that were best to avoid.
“Let’s get some food,” he said, his mind on the hunger part of it. Sleep could come soon, but for now he was starving. Nicholas agreed enthusiastically, so they moved towards the largest of the buildings, a combined mess hall and resting area.
“Welcome,” one of the civilians who’d helped with the construction said, his grin wide and welcoming, “to the Smoke Hut.”
“You’ve already named it?” Jerik asked the man, pausing just before the door. “And after us?”
The use of the word Smoke hadn’t escaped him. Nor did the obsequious smile the man offered him. He gave a little bob of his head. “Of course! I hope that’s okay with you. It’s our way of showing appreciation, after all.”
Jerik gave a noncommittal grunt in lieu of an actual response, and stepped inside. The platoon had already gathered before them, and they called out a happy welcome at the sight of their commander and Nicholas. The young swordsman grinned at the energy inside the room, and even Jerik couldn’t help a small smirk forming. Food was laid out on a huge table, and everyone was eating and drinking with gusto.
“Come joins us boss!” One of them shouted, eliciting laughter from the others. “A toast to the commander!”
They all echoed the cry, lifting their tankards and mugs. Jerik shook his head and joined them, sitting at the empty seat at the head of the table. Morgan was on his left side, lounging in her chair with a glass of wine. Benji and Katrina were on his right, devouring what looked like their third plate each. Benji seemed especially giggly under the influence of the beer she was drinking, and gave him a broad grin, batting her eyelashes. Within seconds a plate towering with food was placed before him, and he tucked in without a word.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. He ate his fill, and, with the encouragement of Benji, knocked back a few mugs of sweet ale. It had been brought by the workers. The temporary owner of the tavern announced proudly that he’d distilled the swill himself. He was filled with pride from the compliments of the platoon as they congratulated him and asked for more.
“It is good,” Jerik said, draining the last drops of his third mug, then pushing his chair back. “I think I’ll turn in now. Where are we setting up the tents, Morgan?”
She’d opened her mouth to answer him, but before she could speak, the tavern owner cut in. “You don’t have to sleep outside, Commander Jerik. We’ve got rooms ready upstairs. You can pick whatever one you want.”
“Very well,” he said, too tired to discuss it much. “The rest of you stay out of trouble, and get plenty of sleep. We’re setting out first thing tomorrow.”
He stumbled slightly as he rose to his feet, and Benji moved quickly to support him. Between the leg injury he’d taken, the exhaustion, and several tankards of the sweet ale, he was unsteady on his feet. She grinned at him as she put one of his arms around her shoulder, and started to guide him to the stairs. He quickly pulled free.
“Thanks, but I can manage,” he said. “Just dead-tired.”
“Before you go,” Morgan said, appearing on his other side. She gave Benji a small frown. “Give us a moment.”
Benji moved away with a shrug, going up the stairs. Jerik watched her go, wondering what that had been about, then focused as Morgan shoved a tablet under his nose. He took it, seeing her feed brought up. “What am I looking at?”
“The knowledge on the griffon was added to the codex,” she pointed with one finger. “Nicholas is registered as its killer.”
“Right,” he said slowly. This didn’t come as a surprise to him. “That’s how it works. What’s so important that you had to interrupt me?”
Her eyebrows contracted slightly, but she didn’t reply, choosing to brush past his short reply. “Well, we already have three people wanting to buy the trophy.”
Understanding dawned in his brain, and he understood. “Why aren’t they asking Nicholas?”
“He’s said that he’s giving the trophy to you. He doesn’t want it.”
“So they want to buy it from me. How much?”
“The highest offer is thirty thousand.”
“That’s it?” Jerik didn’t know much about how trophies worked, but to him it was just a decoration. Still, the more he thought about it, the more he disliked the idea. “No. Even if that’s a fair price for it, I’m not selling it.”
His answer seemed to surprise her. “I would have thought you’d be interested in earning points as quickly as possible. Why do you care about keeping a trophy?”
“It’s not about having a trophy to show off,” he said, shifting his feet. The ale was starting to really hit him now, and he had trouble focusing. “Think about what it means to the platoon. It was our first real challenge.”
“And?”
“I’m going to put it up in our base,” he said. “So they can remember. They’re not only the first group to kill a griffon, they’re the only one. That’ll help with inspiration.”
Her eyebrows shot up at that, and despite her slight irritation, she seemed impressed. “You picked up on that fast. How’d you know that would be so important?”
“It’s obvious. Humans like celebrating their achievements, and permanent proof helps.”
She smirked as she took her tablet back, turning the screen off. “Alright then. Guess you don’t need my help with that from now on. I’ll see you in the morning.”
As she moved away, he saw her eyes glanced towards the stairs, and again, she frowned. Just for a moment, her mask of calm indifference slid away, and she looked irritated. Jerik stared after her, curious. What was her problem with Benji? Was it the lack of impact she’d had during the fight with the griffon? Somehow he doubted it. Benji was highly skilled, and she’d already proved her worth. Shrugging the thought away, he made his slow way up the stairs, waving in response as the platoon collectively wished him a good night.
He chose the first open room he found, fairly stomping inside. Bleary with tiredness, he nearly didn’t notice that Benji was in the room already. He stopped in his tracks, his brain seeming to jam. She was standing beside a comfortable-looking bed, clothed in nothing but her underwear. He hurriedly stepped back, turning away, but he’d already memorized the sight of her pale skin against the light blue fabric, and the surprising curve of her hips on the petite form.
“Sorry!” he said hurriedly, already on his hurried way out. “Thought the room was empty!”
“Wait!” She called after him. Despite his nervousness, he paused in the doorway, and looked back. She was flushed at his surprise appearance, but she offered him a smile, and made no move to hide herself from his eyes. She took a deep breath, then spoke. “I knew you’d pick the first room. Come in, and close the door behind you.”
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2021.10.12 13:16 WelshPlusWithUs Emojis yn Gymraeg / Emojis in Welsh

Thought I'd do something different and "translate" some emojis into Welsh. Might be a useful way for you to pick up some new vocab.
These aren't all the possible emojis, by the way, just a selection. I haven't included the flags because you can look them up easily in one go on Wicipedia. And for a lot of these your interpretation/guess is as good as mine as to the intended meaning of the emoji 🤷🏻‍♂️.
[S] means south Wales, [N] is north.
😀 gwenu (to) smile, smiling; gwên (a) smile; hapus happy
🤣 chwerthin (to) laugh, laughing
😉 wincio (to) wink, winking
😍 caru (to) love; dwlu (to) love (something)
😘 💋 cusanu (to) kiss; cusan, sws a kiss
🤪 gwallgof crazy; gwirion, twp silly
🤗 cwtsio [S] (to) hug, (to) cwtch; cwtsh [S] (a) hug, (a) cwtch
🤭 😮 synnu (to) be surprised; syndod (a) surprise; syn surprised
🤫 isht, shh, taw shh, quiet; tawelwch quiet, silence
🤔 💭 meddwl (to) think, thinking
🤐 cadw'n dawel (to) keep quiet; Taw piau hi Keep quiet; Dim gair wrth neb / Paid â dweud wrth neb Tell no one
🤨 amau (to) doubt
😏 cilwenu (to) smirk
😒 ddim yn meddwl yn fawr o not impressed with
🙄 rholio llygaid (to) roll the eyes, eye roll
🤥 dweud celwydd (to) lie; celwydd lies; celwyddgi liar
😌 rhyddhad relief
😴 💤 cysgu (to) sleep; cysglyd sleepy; wedi blino / blinedig tired
😷 mwgwd mask
🤒 sâl, gwael [S, N], tost [S] sick, ill, poorly; gwres temperature
🤕 pen tost [S], cur pen [N] headache; anaf injury; wedi anafu injured
🤢 teimlo'n sâl/dost (to) feel ill, feeling ill, teimlo fel chwydu (to) feel like being sick, nauseous
🤮 chwydu (to) be sick, (to) vomit
🤧 tisian (to) sneeze; annwyd (a) cold
🥵 twym [S], poeth hot; berwi (to) boil, boiling
🥶 oer cold; rhewi (to) freeze, freezing
😵‍💫 💫 penysgafn [S, N], chwil [N] dizzy, light-headed; pendro dizziness, light-headedness
🤯 pen/ymennydd yn ffrwydo head/brain exploding
🤠 cowboi cowboy
🥳 dathlu (to) celebrate; dathliad celebration; parti party
🥸 cuddio (to) hide, (to) disguise
😎 cŵl cool
🤓 nyrd nerd
😟 😥 poeni [S, N], becso [S] (to) worry, worrying; pryderus worried
☹️ trist sad
😭 llefain [S], crio [N] (to) cry, crying
😱 wedi dychryn, wedi cael braw afraid; ofnus fearful
😞 digalon depressed, downcast
😩 anobeithio (to) despair, despairing
🥱 dylyfu gên [S, N], gapo [S] (to) yawn, yawning
😤 😡 crac [S], dig [N] angry
🤬 rhegi (to) swear, (to) curse, swearing
😈 drwg bad, naughty; drygionus mischievous
💀 penglog skull
☠️ penglog ac esgyrn croes skull & crossbones
💩 pw pooh; baw dirt, muck, dung
🤡 clown clown
👹 anghenfil monster; bwgan bogeyman
👻 ysbryd ghost
👽 estron, aliwn alien
🤖 robot robot
👋 ✋ codi llaw (to) wave, waving, (to) raise your hand
👌 iawn, o'r gorau OK
✌️ buddugoliaeth victory
🤞 croesi bysedd (to) cross your fingers, fingers crossed
🤙 Galwa fi Call me
☝️ pwyntio (to) point, pointing
👍 gwych great, thumbs up
👎 gwael bad
👊 taro dwrn fistbump
👏 clapio (to) clap, clapping; cymeradwyaeth applause
🤝 ysgwyd llaw [S, N], siglo llaw [S] (to) shake hands
🙏 gweddïo (to) pray, praying; ymbil, erfyn (to) implore, imploring
✍️ ysgrifennu (to) write, write
💅 lliw ewinedd nail varnish/polish
🤳 hunlun selfie
💪 cyhyrau muscles
🦾 braich fecanyddol mechanical arm
🦿 coes fecanyddol mechanical leg
🦵 coes leg
🦶 troed foot
👂 clust ear
🦻 clust â theclyn clyw ear with hearing aid
👃 trwyn nose
🧠 ymennydd brain
🫀 calon heart
🫁 ysgyfaint lungs
🦷 dant tooth
🦴 asgwrn bone
👀 llygaid eyes
👁️ llygad eye
👅 tafod tongue
👄 ceg mouth
👶 babi baby
🧒 plentyn child
👦 bachgen [S], hogyn [N] boy
👧 merch [S], hogan [N] girl
🧑 person person
👨 dyn man
🧔‍♂️ barf beard
👨‍🦱 gwallt cyrliog curly hair
👨‍🦲 moel bald
👩 menyw [S], dynes [N] woman
👩‍🦰 gwallt coch red/ginger hair
👩‍🦳 gwallt gwyn white hair
👱‍♀️ gwallt golau blond hair
👴 hen ddyn, hen ŵr old man; tad-cu [S], taid [N] granddad
👵 hen fenyw [S], hen ddynes [N], hen wraig old woman; mam-gu [S], nain [N] grandma
🧏‍♂️ dyn byddar deaf man
🙇‍♀️ ymgrymu (to) bow, bowing
🤷‍♂️ codi gwar, codi ysgwyddau (to) shrug; Ddim yn gwybod, Wn i ddim [S, N], Sa i'n gwybod [S], Dwn i'm [N] Don't know
👩‍⚕️ gweithiwr iechyd health worker
👨‍🎓 myfyriwr student
👩‍🎓 myfyrwraig (female) student
👨‍🏫 athro (male) teacher
👩‍🏫 athrawes (female) teacher
👨‍⚖️ barnwr judge
👨‍🌾 ffermwr farmer
👩‍🌾 ffermwraig (female) farmer
👨‍🍳 cogydd cook
👩‍🍳 cogyddes (female) cook
👩‍🔧 mecanig
👨‍🏭 gweithiwr ffatri factory worker
👩‍💼 gweithiwr mewn swyddfa office worker
👨‍🔬 gwyddonydd scientist
👨‍🎤 canwr (male) singer
👩‍🎤 cantores (female) singer
👩‍🎨 arlunydd artist
👨‍✈️ peilot pilot
👩‍🚀 gofodwr astronaut
👨‍🚒 diffoddwr tân firefighter; dyn tân fireman
👮‍♂️ swyddog heddlu police officer; heddwas, plismon policeman
👮‍♀️ swyddog heddlu police officer; plismones policewoman
🕵️‍♀️ ditectif detective
💂‍♂️ gwarchodluwr, gard guard
🥷 ninja ninja
👷‍♀️ adeiladwr builder, construction worker
🤴 tywysog prince
👸 tywysoges princes
👳‍♂️ dyn yn gwisgo tyrban man wearing a turban
🧕 menyw yn gwisgo (pen)sgarff [S], dynes yn gwisgo (pen)sgarff [N] woman wearing a headscarf
🤵‍♂️ priodfab groom
👰‍♀️ priodferch bride
🤰 beichiog pregnant; disgwyl babi (to) expect a baby, expecting a baby
🤱 bwydo o'r fron (to) breastfeed, breastfeeding
👼 angel angel
🎅 Siôn Corn Father Christmas, Santa Clause
🦸‍♂️ archarwr superhero
🦹‍♀️ archelyn supervillain, archenemy
🧙‍♂️ dewin wizard, sorcerer
🧙‍♀️ dewines sorceress; gwrach witch
🧚‍♀️ tylwythen deg, un o'r tylwyth teg fairy
🧛‍♂️ fampir vampire
🧜‍♀️ morforwyn mermaid
🧝‍♂️ coblyn, ellyll elf, goblin, sprite, imp
🧟‍♀️ sombi zombi
💆‍♂️ tyluno corff (to) massage
💇‍♀️ torri gwallt (to) cut hair, (to) get your hair cut
🚶‍♂️ cerdded (to) walk, walking
🧍‍♀️ sefyll (to) stand, standing
🧎‍♂️ penlinio (to) kneel, keeling
👩‍🦯 menyw [S]/dynes [N] â ffon wen white stick/cane
👨‍🦼 dyn mewn cadair olwyn fodur man in powered/motorized wheelchair
👩‍🦽 menyw [S]/dynes [N] mewn cadair olwyn ddifodulaw woman in manual wheelchair
🏃‍♂️ rhedeg (to) run, running
💃 dawnsio (to) dance, dancing
🧖‍♂️ sawna sauna
👫 cwpl couple, cariadon lovers
👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 teulu family
👨‍👧 tad father; dad dad
👩‍👦 mam mother, mum, mom
👣 olion traed footprints
🧳 ces suitcase
☂️ ymbarél umbrealla
🎃 pwmpen pumpkin
👓 sbectol glasses
🕶️ sbectol haul sunglasses
🥽 goglau goggles
🥼 cot labordy [S], côt labordy lab coat
🦺 fest ddiogelwch safety vest; siarced lachar hi-viz jacket
👔 tei tie
👕 crys-T T-shirt
👖 jîns jeans
🧣 sgarff scarf
🧤 menig gloves
🧥 cot [S], côt [N] coat
🧦 sanau socks
👗 ffrog dress
👘 cimono kimono
🥻 sari sari
🩱 dillad nofio bathers, swimsuit
🩲 pants [S], trôns [N] pants, briefs
🩳 siorts shorts
👙 bicini bicini
👚 blows blouse
👛 pwrs purse
👜 bag llaw handbag
🎒 sach gefn backpack
🩴 fflipfflop flip-flop
👞 🥿 esgid shoe
👟 esgid redeg running shoe; esgid ymarfer trainer, sneakers
🥾 esgid gerdded walking/hiking boot
👠 sodlau uchel high heels
🩰 esgidiau bale ballet shoes
👢 bŵt boot
👑 coron crown
👒 🎩 het hat
🎓 🧢 cap cap
🪖 ⛑️ helmed helmet
💄 minlliw lipstick
💍 modrwy ring
💼 bag bag, briefcase
🩸 gwaed blood
💥 ffrwydrad explosion; gwrthdrawid collision, crash
💦 chwysu (to) sweat, sweating; chwyslyd sweaty
💨 gwibio (to) dash, (to) sprint; rhechu [S, N], cnecu to fart; rhech [S, N], cnec [S], pwmp [N] (a) fart
🐒 mwnci monkey
🦍 gorila gorilla
🦧 orangwtan orangutan
🐕 ci dog
🦮 ci tywys guide dog
🐺 blaidd wolf
🦊 llwynog [S, N], cadno [S] fox
🦝 racŵn raccoon
🐈 cath cat
🦁 llew lion
🐅 teigr tiger
🐆 llewpart leopard
🐎 ceffyl horse
🦄 uncorn unicorn
🦓 sebra zebra
🦌 carw deer
🦬 bual bison
🐂 ych ox
🐃 byfflo dŵr water buffalo
🐄 buwch cow
🐖 mochyn pig
🐗 baedd boar
🐏 hwrdd [S], maharen [N] ram
🐑 dafad sheep
🐐 gafr goat
🐪 camel camel
🦙 lama llama
🦒 jiráff giraffe
🐘 eliffant elephant
🦣 mamoth mammoth
🦏 rhinoseros rhinoceros
🦛 hipopotamws hippopotamus
🐁 llygoden mouse
🐀 llygoden fawr rat
🐹 bochdew hamster
🐇 cwningen rabbit
🐿️ gwiwer resog chipmunk
🦫 afanc beaver
🦔 draenog hedgehog
🦇 ystlum bat
🐻 arth bear
🐻‍❄️ arth wen polar bear
🐨 coala koala
🐼 panda panda
🦥 diogyn sloth
🦦 dwrgi [S], dyfrgi [N] otter
🦨 drewgi skunk
🦘cangarŵ kangaroo
🦡 mochyn daear badger
🐾 olion pawennau paw prints
🦃 twrci turkey
🐔 iâr chicken, hen
🐓 ceiliog cockerel, rooster
🐥 cyw chick
🐦 aderyn bird
🐧 pengwin penguin
🕊️ colomen dove
🦅 eryr eagle
🦆 hwyaden duck
🦢 alarch swan
🦉 tylluan [S, N], gwdihŵ [S] owl
🦤 dodo dodo
🪶 pluen feather
🦩 fflamingo flamingo
🦚 paun peacock
🦜 parot parrot
🐸 broga [S], llyffant [N] frog
🐊 crocodeil crocodile
🐢 crwban tortoise, turtle
🦎 madfall lizard
🐍 neidr snake
🐉 draig dragon
🦕 🦖 d(e)inosor dinosaur
🐋 morfil whale
🐬 dolffin dolphin
🦭 morlo seal
🐟 🐠 pysgodyn fish
🦈 siarc, morgi shark
🐙 octopws octopus
🐚 cragen shell
🐌 malwoden [S], malwen [N] snail
🦋 iâr fach yr haf, glöyn byw [S, N], pilipala [S] butterfly
🐛 lindysyn caterpillar
🐜 morgrugyn ant
🐝 gwenynen bee
🪲 chwilen beetle
🐞 buwch goch gota ladybird, ladybug
🦗 cricedyn cricket, ceiliog rhedyn, sioncyn y gwair grasshopper
🪳 chwilen ddu cockroach
🕷️ corryn [S], pry cop [N] spider
🕸️ gwe corryn [S], gwe pry cop [N] spider's web
🦂 sgorpion scorpion
🦟 mosgito mosquito
🪰 cleren [S], pry [N] fly
🪱 mwydyn [S], pry genwair [N] earthworm
🦠 m(e)icrob microbe
💐 tusw (o flodau) bouquet
🌸 blodyn ceirios cherry blossom
🌹 rhosyn rose
🌺 hibisgws hibiscus
🌻 blodyn yr haul sunflower
🌼 blodyn flower
🌷 tiwlip tulip
🌱 eginblanhigyn seedling
🪴 planhigyn mewn pot pot plant; planhigyn tŷ houseplant
🌲 coeden fytholwyrdd evergreen tree; pinwydden pinetree
🌳 coeden gollddail deciduous tree
🌴 palwyddyn palmtree
🌵 cactws cactus
🌾 ysgub reis sheaf of rice; grawn grain
🌿 deilen leaf
☘️ 🍀 meillionen clover, shamrock
🍁 masarnen maple (tree)
🍂 🍃dail yn cwympo leaves falling
🦀 cranc crab
🦞 cimwch lobster
🦐 corgimwch prawn; berdysen shrimp
🦑 môr-lawes, sgwid squid
🌍 🌎 🌏 glob globe; y byd the world; y ddaear the earth
🪨 craig rock
🌑 lleuad newydd new moon
🌒 lleuad ar gynnydd waxing moon
🌕 lleuad lawn full moon
🌘 lleuad ar gil waning moon
🌙 lleuad moon; cilgant crescent
☀️ haul sun; heulog sunny; braf fine (weather)
⭐ seren star
🌠 seren wib shooting star
☁️ cwmwl cloud; cymylog cloudy
⛈️ 🌩️ storm storm; stormus stormy; mellt a tharanau thunder & lightning
🌤️ haul a chymylau sun and clouds; ysbeidiau heulog sunny spells
🌧️ glaw rain; bwrw glaw (to) rain, rainy
🌨️ eira snow; bwrw eira (to) snow, snowy
🌪️ tornado tornado
🌫️ niwl mist, fog; niwlog misty, foggy
🌬️ gwynt wind; gwyntog windy
🌈 enfys rainbow
⚡mellten bolt of lightning; foltedd uchel high voltage
❄️ pluen eira snowflake
⛄ dyn eira snowman
☄️ comed comet
🔥 tân fire
💧diferyn drop, drip
🌊 ton wave
🎄 coeden Nadolig Christmas tree
🍇 grawnwin grapes
🍈 melon melon
🍉 melon dŵr watermelon
🍊 oren orange
🍋 lemon lemon
🍌 banana banana
🍍 pinafal pineapple
🥭 mango mango
🍎 🍏 afal apple
🍐 gellygen, peren pear
🍑 eirinen wlanog peach
🍒 ceirios cherries
🍓 mefusen strawberry
🫐 llus America blueberries; llus bilberries, whinberries
🥝 ciwi kiwi
🍅 tomato tomato
🫒 olif olive
🥥 cneuen goco coconut
🥑 afocado avocaco
🍆 wylys aubergine, eggplant
🥔 taten potato
🥕 moronen carrot
🌽 india-corn sweetcorn
🌶️ tshili chilli
🫑 pupur (bell) pepper
🥒 ciwcymbr cucumber
🥬 letysen lettuce
🥦 brocoli broccoli
🧄 garlleg garlic
🧅 winwnsyn [S], nionyn [N] onion
🍄 madarchen mushroom, caws llyffant toadstool
🥜 pysgnau, cnau daear, cnau mwnci peanuts
🌰 castan, cneuen gastan chestnut
🍞 bara bread
🥞 crempogau pancakes
🧇 waffl waffle
🧀 caws cheese
🥩 cig mean
🥓 bacwn bacon
🍔 byrger burger
🍟 sglodion chips, French fries
🍕 pitsa pizza
🌭 ci poeth hot dog
🥪 brechdan sandwich
🥚 wy egg
🍳 wy wedi'i ffrio fried egg; coginio (to) cook, cooking
🥘 🍲 bwyd food; pryd (o fwyd) meal
🥣 powlen bowl; grawnfwyd cereal; cawl soup
🥗 salad salad
🍿 popgorn popcorn
🧈 menyn butter
🧂halen salt
🥫tun tin, can; tomatos tun tinned/canned tomatoes; tun o gawl tin of soup
🍚 reis rice
🍛 cyrri curry
🍜 nwdls nooldes
🍝 sbageti spaghetti
🍣 swshi sushi
🥟 twmplen dumpling
🥡 tecawe takeaway; bwyd sothach junk food
🦪 wystrysen oyster
🍦 🍨 hufen iâ ice cream
🍩 toesen doughnut
🍪 bisged biscuit, cookie
🎂 cacen ben-blwydd birthday cake
🍰 darn o gacen piece of cake
🧁 cacen fach fairy cake, cupcake
🥧 pei pie
🍫 siocled chocolate
🍬 losin [S], fferins, da-das [N] sweets, candy
🍭 lolipop lollipop
🍯 mêl honey
🍼 🥛 llaeth milk
☕ paned [N, S], disgled [S] cuppa; te tea; coffi coffee
🫖 tebot teapot
🍵 te gwyrdd green tea
🍾 🥂 siampên champagne; Iechyd da! Cheers!
🍷 gwin wine
🍸 🍹 coctêl cocktail
🍺 🍻 cwrw beer; Iechyd da! Cheers!
🥃 wisgi whiskey
🥤diod feddal soft drink; pop pop, soda
🧃 sudd juice; carton sudd juice carton
🧊 iâ [S], rhew [N] ice
🍽️ cyllell, fforc a phlât knife, fork & plate; pryd (o fwyd) meal
🍴cyllell a fforc knife & fork
🥄 llwy spoon
🧗‍♂️ dringo (to) climb, climbing
🤺 ffensio (to) fence, fencing
🏇 rasio ceffylau (to) horse-race, horse racing; marchogaeth (to) horse-ride, horse riding
⛷️ sgio (to) ski, skiing
🏂 eirafyrffio (to) snowboard, snowboarding
🏌️‍♀️ golff golf
🏄‍♂️ syrffio (to) surf, surfing
🚣‍♀️ rhwyfo (to) row, rowing
🏊‍♂️ nofio (to) swim, swimming
⛹️‍♀️ pêl-fasged basketball
🏋️‍♂️ codi pwysau (to) lift weights, weightlifting
🚴‍♀️ seiclo (to) cycle, cycling; beicio (to) bike, biking
🚵‍♂️ beicio mynydd (to) mountain bike, mountain biking
🤸‍♀️ gymnasteg gymnastics
🤼‍♂️ ymgodymu, reslo (to) wrestle, wrestling
🤽‍♀️ polo dŵr waterpolo
🤾‍♂️ pêl-law handball
🤹‍♀️ jyglo (to) juggle, juggling
🧘‍♂️ ioga yoga; myfyrio (to) meditate, meditating
🎪 syrcas circus
🛹 bwrdd sgrialu skateboard; sgrialu (to) skateboard, skateboarding
🛼 sglefrolio (to) rollerskate/blade, rollerskating/blading
🛶 canŵ canoe; canŵio (to) canoe, canoeing
🎟️ 🎫 tocyn ticket
🎖🏅 medal medal; gwobr award, prize
🏆 tlws trophy, cwpan cup; gwobr award, prize
🥇 medal aur gold medal; lle cyntaf first place
🥈 medal arian silver medal; ail le second place
🥉 medal efydd bronze medal; trydydd lle third place
⚽ pêl-droed football, soccer
⚾ pêl-fas baseball
🥎 pêl-feddal softball
🏀 pêl-fasged basketball
🏐 pêl-foli volleyball
🏈 pêl-droed Americanaidd American football
🏉 rygbi rugby
🎾 tennis tennis
🥏 ffrisbi frisbee
🎳 bowlio (to) bowl, bowling
🏏 criced cricket
🏑 hoci (field) hockey
🏒 hoci iâ ice hokey
🥍 lacrós lacrosse
🏓 tennis bwrdd table tennis, ping-pong
🏸 badminton badminton
🥊 paffio, bocsio (to) box, bosing
🥋 crefftau ymladd martial arts
🥅 gôl goal
⛸️ esgid sglefio skate; sglefrio iâ (to) ice skate, ice skating
🎣 gwialen bysgota fishing rod; pysgota (to) fish, fishing
🎽 crys rhedeg running shirt
🎿 sgiau skis
🛷 sled sled
🥌 cwrlo (to) curl, curling
🎯 dartiau darts
🎱 pŵl pool
🎮 gemau fideo video games
🎰 gamblo (to) gamble, gambling
🎲 dis die, dice; gêm fwrdd boardgame
🧩 pos puzzle; jig-so jigsaw
♟️ gwyddbwyll chess
🎭 actio (to) act, acting; theatr theatre, theater
🎨 paent paint; peintio (to) paint, painting; arlunio (to) paint, painting (to) draw, drawing
🎼 sgôr gerddorol musical score
🎤 🎙️ m(e)icroffon microphone
🎧 clustffonau headphones
🎷 sacsoffon saxophone
🪗 acordion accordion
🎸 gitâr guitar
🎹 allweddell (musical) keyboard
🎺 trwmped trumpet
🎻 feiolin, ffidl violin
🥁 🪘 drwm drum
🎬 clepiwr clapper board
🏹 bwa a saeth bow & arrow
🏔️ ⛰️ mynydd mountain
🌋 llosgfynydd volcano
🏕️ gwersylla (to) camp, camping
🏖️ traeth beach
🏜️ anialwch desert
🏝️ ynys anghysbell desert island
🏞️ parc cenedlaethol nation park
🏟️ stadiwm stadium
🏛️ adeilad clasurol classical buidling; amgueddfa museum
🏗️ craen crane, adeiladu (to) build, construction
🛖 cwt hut
🏘️ tai houses
🏚️ tŷ adfeiliedig derelict house
🏠 tŷ house
🏢 swyddfeydd offices, office building
🏤 swyddfa bost post office
🏥 ysbyty hospital
🏦 banc bank
🏨 gwesty hotel
🏪 siop gornel corner shop, convenience store
🏫 ysgol school
🏬 canolfan siopa shopping centre, mall
🏭 ffatri factory
🏰 castell castle
💒 priodas wedding
⛪ eglwys (Orthdox, Catholic, Anglican) church; capel (other Protestant) church, chapel
🕌 mosg mosg
🛕 teml temple
🕍 synagog synagogue
⛩️ cysegr shrine
⛲ ffynnon fountain
⛺ pabell tent
🏙️ dinas city
🌅 codiad yr haul sunrise
🌇 machlud yr haul sunset
🎠 ceffylau bach carousel
🎡 olwyn fawr big/Ferris wheel
🚃 cerbyd carriage
🚆 trên train
🚇 trên tanddaearol subway, metro
🚉 gorsaf station
🚊 tram tram
🚌 bws bus
🚐 bws mini minibus
🚑 ambiwlans ambulance
🚒 injan dân fire engine
🚓 car yr heddlu police car
🚕 tacsi taxi
🚗 car car
🛻 🚚 fan van
🚛 lori lorry, truck
🚜 tractor tractor
🏎️ car rasio racing/race car
🏍️ beic modur motorbike, motorcycle
🛵 🛴 sgwter scooter
🚲 beic bike, bicycle
🚏 safle bysiau bus stop
🛣️ traffordd motorway, freeway
🛤️ rheilffordd railway, railroad
⛽ pwmp petrol petrol/fuel/gas pump
🚦 goleuadau traffig traffic lights
🚧 gwaith ffordd roadworks, construction work
⚓ angor anchor
⛵ cwch hwylio sail(ing) boat
🚤 cwch cyflym speedboat
🛳️ 🚢 llong ship
⛴️ fferi ferry
🛥️ cwch modur motorboat
✈️ awyren aeroplane, airplane
🛫 gadael (to) leave, departing; ymadawiadau departures
🛬 cyrraedd (to) arrive, arriving; cyrraeddiadau arrivals
🪂 parasiwt parachute
💺 sedd seat
🚁 hofrennydd helicopter
🚠 car cebl cable car
🛰️ lloeren satellite
🚀 roced rocket
🛸 soser hedegog flying saucer; UFO peth hedegog anhysbys, iwffo
🪐 planed planet
🌌 y Llwybr Llaethog Milky Way
🎆 tân gwyllt fireworks
💌 llythyr cariad love letter
🕳️ twll hole
💣 bom bomb
🛀 bàth bath
🔪 cyllell knife
🗺️ map map
🧭 cwmpawd compass
🧱 brics bricks
🦽 cadair olwyn fodur powered/motorized wheelchair
🦼 cadair olwyn ddifodulaw manual wheelchair
🛢️ olew oil
🛎️ 🔔 cloch bell
⏳ ⏲️ amserydd timer
⌚ oriawr, watsh watch
⏰ cloc larwm alarm clock
🕰️ cloc clock
🌡️ thermometr thermometer
🧨 dynameit dynamite
🎈 balŵn balloon
🎀 rhuban ribbon
🎁 anrheg present, gift
🤿 plymio, deifio (to) dive, diving
🪀 ioio yo-yo
🪁 barcud kite
🔮 pêl (g)risial crystal ball
🪄 hudlath magic wand
🧿 swynogl amulet
🕹️ ffon reoli joystick
🧸 tedi teddy (bear)
🖼️ llun picture
🧵 edau thread, cotwm cotton
🪡 nodwydd sewing needle
🧶 gwlân wool, yarn
🪢 cwlwm knot
🛍️ bagiau siopa shopping bags
📿 gleiniau gweddio prayer beads; llaswyr rosary
💎 gem gem, jewel
🎚️ llithrydd lefel level slider
🎛️ byliau rheoli control knobs
📻 radio radio
🪕 banjo banjo
📱 ffôn symudol mobile phone
☎️ ffôn phone
📟 peiriant galw pager
📠 peiriant ffacsio fax machine
🔋 batri battery
🔌 plwg plug
💻 gliniadur laptop
🖥️ cyfrifiadur computer
🖨️ argraffydd, peiriant argraffu printer
⌨️ bysellfwrdd (computer) keyboard
🖱️ llygoden mouse
🖲️ pelen lwybro trackball
💽 disg cyfrifiadur computer disk
💾 disg hyblyg floppy disk
📀 DVD DVD (disg amlbwrpas digidol digital versatile disc)
🧮 abacws abacus
🎥 📷 camera camera
🎞️ fframiau frames
📽️ taflunydd projector
📺 teledu television, TV
📼 fideo video
🔍 chwyddwydr magnifying glass
🕯️ cannwyll candle
💡 bylb (light) bulb
🔦 torsh torch, flashlight
🏮 llusen lantern
🪔 lamp olew oil lamp
📖 llyfr book
📚 llyfrau books
📓 llyfr nodiadau notebook
📜 sgrôl scroll
📄 tudalen page
📰 🗞️ papur newydd newspaper
🔖 nod tudalen bookmark
🏷️ label label
🪙 darn arian coin
💴 ien yen
💵 doler dollar
💶 ewro euro
💷 punt pound, arian papur banknote, bill
💳 cerdyn credyd
🧾 derbynneb receipt
✉️ llythyr letter; amlen envelope
📧 ebost email
📤 blwch allan outbox
📥 mewnflwch inbox
📦 blwch, bocs box; pecyn package
📮 blwch llythyrau, blwch postio postbox
🗳️ blwch pleidleisio ballotbox
✏️ pensil [S], pensel [N] pencil
🖋️ ysgrifbin fountain pen
🖊️ beiro, pen pen
🖌️ brwsh paent paint brush
🖍️ creon crayon
📝 nodyn (written)
📁 ffolder folder; ffeil file
📅 calendr calendar
📉 📊 siart chart
📋 clipfwrdd clipboard
📌 📍pìn pin
📎 clip papur paperclip
📏 pren mesur ruler
✂️ siswrn scissors
🗄️ cabinet ffeilio filing cabinet
🗑️ 🚮 bin bin, trashcan; sbwriel rubbish, litter, garbage
🔒 ar glo, dan glo locked
🔓 heb ei gloi unlocked; ar agor open
🔑 🗝️ allwedd [S], goriad [N] key
🔨 morthwyl, mwrthwl hammer
🪓 bwyll ax(e)
⛏️ caib pick
🗡️ dagr dagger
⚔️ cleddyfau swords
🔫 gwn, dryll gun; gwn dŵr water pistol
🪃 bwmerang boomerang
🛡️ tarian shield
🪚 llif saw
🔧 sbaner spanner, wrench
🪛 sgriwdreifar screwdriver
🔩 nyten a bollt nut & bolt
⚙️ gêr gear
🗜️ clamp clamp
⚖️ clorian scale(s)
🦯 ffon wen white stick/cane
🔗 dolen link
⛓️ cadwynau chains
🪝bachyn hook
🧰 blwch offer tool box
🧲 magned magnet
🪜 ysgol [S, N], ystol [N] ladder
⚗️ distyllydd alembic
🧪 tiwb profi test tube
🧫 dysgl Petri Petri dish
🧬 DNA DNA (asid deocsiriboniwcleig deoxyribonucleic acid)
🔬 m(e)icrosgop microscope
🔭 telesgop telescope
📡 antena lloeren satellite antenna
💉 chwistrell syringe
🩸 gwaed blood
💊 pilsen pill
🩹 plaster plaster, Elastoplast
🩺 stethosgop stethoscope
🚪 drws door
🪞 drych mirror
🪟 ffenest window
🛏️ gwely bed
🛋️ soffa a lamp sofa/couch & lamp
🪑 cadair chair
🚽 toiled toilet
🪠 plymiwr plunger
🚿 cawod shower
🛁 bàth bath(tub)
🪤 trap llygod mousetrap
🪒 raser [S], rasel [N] razor
🧴eli cream, lotion
🧷 pìn cau safety pin
🧹 ysgubell broom
🧺 basged basket
🧻 papur tŷ bach toilet paperoll
🪣 bwced bucket
🧼 sebon soap
🪥 brwsh dannedd toothbrush
🧽 sbwng sponge
🧯 diffoddwr tân fire extinguisher
🛒 troli trolley, shopping car
🚬 sigarét cigaret
⚰️ arch coffin
🪦 carreg fedd gravestone, headstone
⚱️ wrn (claddu) (funeral) urn
🪧 placard placard
🚰 dŵr (yfadwy) (potable) water
💓 calon yn curo beating heart
💔 torri calon (to) break yousomeone's heart; torcalon heartbreak; torcalonnus heartbreaking
💯 cant hundred; cant y cant hundred per cent; marciau llawn full marks
💬 swigen bubble; siarad (to) speak, speaking; lleferydd speech
💈 siop trin gwallt hairdresser's, barber's; salon salon
🕛 deuddeg o'r gloch o'clock
🕧 hanner awr wedi deuddeg half past twelve, twelve thirty
🕐 un o'r gloch o'clock
🕜 hanner awr wedi un half past one, one thirty
🕑 dau o'r gloch o'clock
🕝 hanner awr wedi dau half past two, two thirty
🕒 tri o'r gloch three o'clock
🕞 hanner awr wedi tri half past three, three thirty
🕓 pedwar o'r gloch four o'clock
🕟 hanner awr wedi pedwar half past four, four thirty
🕔 pump o'r gloch five o'clock
🕠 hanner awr wedi pump half past pump, pump thirty
🕕 chwech o'r gloch six o'clock
🕡 hanner awr wedi chwech half past six, six thirty
🕖 saith o'r gloch seven o'clock
🕢 hanner awr wedi seven half past seven, seven thirty
🕗 wyth o'r gloch eight o'clock
🕣 hanner awr wedi wyth half past eight, eight thirty
🕘 naw o'r gloch o'clock
🕤 hanner awr wedi naw half past nine, ninen thirty
🕙 deg o'r gloch ten o'clock
🕥 hanner awr wedi deg half past ten, ten thirty
🕚 un ar ddeg o'r gloch eleven o'clock
🕦 hanner awr wedi un ar ddeg half past eleven, eleven thirty
♠️ rhaw spade; rhawiau spades
♥️ calon heart; calonnau hearts
♦️ diemwnt diamond; diemyntau diamonds
♣️ clwb club; clybiau clubs
🃏 jocer jocker
🔇 tewi (to) mute; dim sain no sound, on mute
🔉 📢 seinydd speaker; lefel sain volume
🎵 🎶 cerddoriaeth music; nodau (musical) notes
🛗 lifft lift, elevator
🏧 peiriant arian, twll yn y wal cash machine, ATM
🚹 dynion men, gents (toilet)
🚺 merched women, ladies (toilet)
🚻 🚾 tŷ bach, toiled toilet, restroom
🚼 newid babi baby changing
⚠️ rhybudd warning
🚸 plant yn croesi children crossing
⛔ dim mynediad no entry
🚫 wedi'i wahardd prohibited
🚳 dim seiclo/beicio no cycling
🚭 dim ysmygu no smoking
🚯 dim taflu sbwriel no littering
🚱 peidiwch ag yfed y dŵr don't drink the water
🚷 dim cerddwyr no pedestrians
📵 dim ffonau symudol no mobile phones
🔞 dim i blant dan 18 oed not for under-18s
☢️ ymbelydrol radioactive
☣️ bioberygl biohazard
⬆️ (i) fyny [S, N], lan [S] up
➡️ i'r dde (to the) right
⬇️ (i) lawr down
⬅️ i'r chwith (to the) left
↕️ i fyny ac i lawr [S, N], lan a lawr [S] up and down
↔️ i'r dde ac i'r chwith (to the) left and right
🔄 troi (to) turn (round)
🛐 addoldy place of worship
⚛️ atom atom
🕉️ om om; Hindŵaeth Hinduism
✡️ Seren Dafydd Star of David; Iddewiaeth Judaism
☸️ olwyn dharma wheel of dharma; Bwdhaeth Buddhism
☯️ in-iang yinyang; Daoiaeth Daoism
✝️ croes Ladin Latin cross; Cristnogaeth Christianity
☦️ croes Uniongred Orthodox cross
☪️ seren a chilgant star & crescent; Islam Islam
☮️ heddwch peace
🕎 menora menorah
🔯 seren chwe phwynt â dot dotted six-pointed start
♈ yr Hwrdd Aries
♉ y Tarw Taurus
♊ y Gefeilliaid Gemini
♋ y Cranc Cancer
♌ y Llew Leo
♍ y Forwyn Virgo
♎ y Fantol Libra
♏ y Sarff Scorpio
♐ y Saethydd Sagittarius
♑ yr Afr Capricorn
♒ y Dyfrwr Aquarius
♓ y Pysgod Pisces
⛎ y Sarffgludydd Ophiuchus
🔀 shifflo (to) shuffle
🔁 ailadrodd (to) repeat
🔂 ailadrodd un (to) repeat one
▶️ chwarae (to) play
⏩ ymlaen (fast-)forward, ahead
⏭️ nesaf next
⏪ yn ôl rewind, back
⏮️ diwethaf last; blaenorol previous
⏸️ oedi (to) pause; saib (a) pause
⏹️ stopio (to) stop
⏺️ recordio (to) record
⏏️ bwrw allan (to) eject
🎦 sinema cinema
🔅 pylu (to) dim
🔆 gwneud yn fwy llachar (to) brighten
📶 derbyniad reception
📳 dirgrynu (to) vibrate
♀️benywaidd female
♂️gwrywaidd male
✖️ lluosi multiply
➕ plws plus; adio add
➖ minws minus; tynnu subtract, take away
➗ rhannu divide
♾️ anfeidredd infinity
❓ gofynnod, marc cwestiwn question mark
❗ ebychnod exclamation mark
⚕️ meddygaeth medicine; meddygol medical
♻️ ailgylchu (to) recycle, recyling
⚜️ fflŵr-dy-lis fleur-de-lis
🔱 tryfer trident
✔️ tic tick, check mark
❌ croes cross
©️ hawlfraint copyright
®️ cofrestredig registered
™️ nod masnach trademark
#️⃣ rhif number, hashnod hashtag
*️⃣ seren asterisk
0️⃣ dim, sero zero, nought
1️⃣ un one
2️⃣ dau (masculine), dwy (feminine) two
3️⃣ tri (masculine), tair (feminine) three
4️⃣ pedwar (masculine), pedair (feminine) four
5️⃣ pump five
6️⃣ chwech six
7️⃣ saith seven
8️⃣ wyth eight
9️⃣ naw nine
🔟 deg ten
🔠 priflythrennau capital letters, upper case
🔡 llythrennau bach small letters, lower case
🔢 rhifau numbers
🔣 symbolau symbols
🔤 yr wyddor (Ladin) the (Latin) alphabet
🅰️ grŵp gwaed A blood group/type A
🆎 grŵp gwaed AB blood group/type AB
🅱️ grŵp gwaed B blood group/type B
ℹ️ gwybodaeth information
🅾️ grŵp gwaed A blood group/type A
🅿️ parcio (to) park, parking
🆘 argyfwng emergency (noun); brys emergency (adjective) [I don't think it means: sos coch tomato ketchup!]
🔴 cylch circle
🟥 sgwâr square; coch red
🟧 oren orange
🟨 melyn yellow
🟩 gwyrdd green
🟦 glas blue
🟪 porffor, piws [N] purple
🟫 brown brown
⬛ du black
⬜ gwyn white
🔺 triongl triangle
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2016.12.25 04:53 Valosinki Hanukkah-Related Vocabulary

For something different, anyone thought of any vocabulary for Hanukkah? Personally, I have a bunch of Hanukkah-related words in Kovzilo that came from a large group of Jewish migrants that settled in the nation of Kovzilo sometime circa 1500.
Some examples:
Kanuka /ka.'nu.ka/ - Hanukkah (Comes from the Hebrew word חנוכה /'ꭓa.nu.ka/ evolved into Xanuka /'xa.nu.ka/ in Kovzilo and then became Kanuka/
Latke /'lat.kɛ/-latke (a type of pancake, usually made with potatoes when associated with Judaism and Hanukkah)
Menora-kanuka /mɛ.nɔ.ɾa.ka.'nu.ka/-Hanukkah Menorah
Kanukiya /ka.nu.'ki.ja/-Chanukiyah (similar to a Menorah, however there are 9 candle holders instead of 7 on a menorah)
Tredal /'tɾɛ.dal/-Dreidel (this was just an instance of someone mishearing another)
Bervek /'bɛɾ.vɛk/-oil (eating fried foods on Hanukkah is common because of the miracle of the oil, where a very small amount of oil lasted 8 days)
Samas /'sa.mas/-shamas (a special candle used to light the candles on each night)
Ikaza /i.'ka.za/-nothing (used as instruction for a game played with a dreidel, like gazka, atev, and vizkarya)
Gazka /ga.ʃka/-everything
Atev /'a.tɛv/-half
Vizkarya /vi.'ʃkaɾ.ja/-put in
Dizka /'di.ʃka/-miracle or blessing
Zkene utev-ek guret dizka /'ʃkɛ.nɛ u.'tɛv.ɛk 'gu.ɾat 'di.ʃka/-a great miracle happened there (literally was occured-there grand blessing)
Dizkaz pe Kanuka! /'di.ʃkaz pɛ ka.'nu.ka/-Happy Hanukkah! (literally "Blessings on Hanukkah")
This is just a few things and most of them are pretty similar because they're loanwords but still. Either way, happy holidays to all, and if you don't observe any holidays, have a good day.
EDIT: If I'm missing any important part of Hanukkah, please tell me. I am not Jewish, however I have spent my life around a larger population of Jewish people and I feel like I understand a fair amount about Hanukkah but I don't claim to be an expert.
EDIT 2: Added oil, miracle, specified chanukiyah vs menorah, shamas, words for different instructions on the dreidel game, and "a great miracle happened there".
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2015.11.30 12:54 bitter_horse_radish When did Kosher replace Heter?

Does anyone here know when people started calling food "kosher" instead of "mutar". Throughout classical discussion, food is categorized as issur v'heter. Kosher was used for ritual fitness, as in "this menora is kosher to use on Chanuka". It's also kind of funny that we say kosher and treif instead of kosher and pasul or kosher and naveila. Whenever the shulchan aruch wants to talk about assur meat, he uses neveila as the example.
There's also the funny little differences between Kosher and Heter in colloquial meaning. Like how cat poop, while not technically unkosher, is still asur to eat.
Anyone have any insights?
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