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In this dream I was at a house I did not recognize. I remember have a task to do. I can’t quite remember what task. But I was on a mission. my family was there. Ashley and Sophia my fiancé and kid were there. everyone left for something. As I went out the front door. There were 3 dogs. Facing the road with their tails facing the house. All standing next to each other. Obviously I noticed this was strange. I ran into the road in front of the dogs. As I raised my hands the dogs lifted their heads. As I lowered them they lowered them. I ran inside to get Ashley as she was the only other person there. She came out to see. She thought it was weird but shrugged it off. I left to go on my mission and I believe it had something to do with making some kind of tape in my car. I left. Even tho the house I did not recognize the yard was now my parents and I had to move their car to the yard next to theirs with the ware house. It is now late evening. When I came back I remember having to run through the crowd to get to where my family was. I didn’t see any faces in the crowd. Only my family. Everyone was in a pool or hot tub in the back yard. I remember being in the hot tub with Sophia. She threw water at me. I got out and was walking around. But everyone was acting like they were waiting on something. I go to tell dad about the dogs and he asked what I was doing before I saw them and I told him I was going to a magic shop like vudu magic and he says that was the Lord telling me not to go because sometimes dogs mean snakes. (For reference in real life my dad is a pastor it’s seems like something he may say) Mom makes an announcement. Everyone gather around if you would like to hear a story while we wait. Everyone is now getting into chairs. We sit facing a fence. At the fence one of the dogs shows up from earlier and opens the fence with its mouth and in walks a crippled mini green dragon who waves at us to tell us he is about to speak. I then wake up.
This was a very odd and strange dream that had me feeling very eerie when I woke up. No idea if it means anything at all.

In order to create a self-sustaining tribe, we will need to have some skills.
Agriculture and permaculture are naturally very important for any community that seeks to be self-sustaining in the all-encompassing sense, however its applicability will depend very much on whether the tribe has land, if it is urban or rural, etc.
I can see ways in which the tribe could exist as a creed or support network without having collective property, however I think collective property (or properties) should be something we work towards.
I see it possibly more as a movement than as a singular community in one place, so it could be dispersed across multiple places, some urban, some rural, some collectively owned, some private but open to other members, some perhaps even existing within other established intentional communities.
Anyway, other obviously useful skills would be things like:
• Art
• Crafting (creating practical items like pottery and woodwork)
• Cookery (A tribal recipe book inspired by the backgrounds of our members would be nice)
• Textiles
• Communications
• Leadership, resource management and conflict resolution (I actually think this need to be one of the areas that we discuss first, as we need to work out how the tribe will make decisions and how we will deal with the inevitable interpersonal issues)
We could later think about skills that could be transformed into a trade that supports the community by bringing in money, and providing secure jobs for any members that want one.
I remember reading about one intentional community that makes its money by making and selling nice handmade hammocks, and most of the members contribute to the trade in some way.
There are others that offer workshops, retreats, classes, etc.
We should also think about a skill-sharing programme between members where we can share our knowledge.
Education
Later we could think about things like the education of children within the tribe. Will they go to normal school, or would the tribe run its own, maybe like forest schools? Could that be a source of income as well (for non members)? Or would tribal education look more like after school clubs, weekend activities, or tribal summer camps (sounds like fun)? Or would kids simply learn by attending tribal gatherings with the adults where they are directly involved in tribal affairs.
For older youths, we could look at apprenticeships or shadowing schemes. In terms of the goal of the tribe to become an auxiliary family to its members, this may mean that members could help young adults enter careers. For example, if I am a dentist, I might agree to let a young person from my tribe come and do some work experience in my clinic. Or if I run farm, I could offer entry level or summer jobs as stable hands, etc.
This would also extend a bit into adult life, as well, helping members to re-skill and upskill. The tribe could help to fund qualifications (particularly ones that will be able to benefit everyone later), for example helping people to become teachers, doctors, etc. (I know becoming a doctor is ludicrously expensive - but help might look like offering them accommodation with another member while they study). The qualified members would then help others members of the tribe when they could by using their skills. The skills could also be much simpler things like becoming a massage therapist or a hair dressers, or being able to officiate weddings - helping by servicing the community at a discount, or by barter.
This looks like nepotism, and it is, but that is partly the goal, I think. The goal is to help one another and stick together closely, offering our fellow tribesmen opportunities that they may not have if they don't have any other support network. Giving people a leg up in life. This is about making our own family and creating a community that helps each other to succeed in the world, levelling the playing field a bit and restoring the close-knit, supportive communities we were meant to live in.

Hi everyone,
If you could open any type of business in the magical world of Harry Potter, what would it be? I’ve been dreaming up my own idea and I’d love to hear your thoughts!
I would run a combination library and café, with overnight accommodations. You could enter using Floo powder, land on the roof via broomstick, or simply walk through the front door. Magical statues would check if you’re permitted to enter the library and would also patrol the premises to ensure everything is in order.
The library itself would be a blend of an enchanted forest and Roman architecture. Imagine towering trees interspersed with grand columns and archways, creating a serene yet majestic atmosphere.
But that’s not all! The library would be equipped with everything you need to feel at home whether you're staying for a day, a week, or even years. There'd be a cosy café serving delicious food, clean and modern toilets, rooms for practising alchemy, and gardens where you can gather magical ingredients.
So, what kind of business would you open in the wizarding world? I can't wait to read your creative ideas!
Looking forward to your responses!
Cheers

TL;DR butthurt vet wonders if the ability to warpgate each other is actually good for the game, disguises butthurt poorly. what activities do you do when you're getting taken to pound town, what do you think could be done from a game design perspective to making losing more fun?
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Just spent 25 minutes more or less idle & waiting for an alert to end as a result of being mercilessly warpgated. I was originally minding my own business with an ANT just gathering cortium for a while because active fights kept getting backstabbed and dispersed, and we didn't really have the squads or organisation kicking around to compete enough. I was driving around not really doing anything, twiddling my thumbs, mining cortium, dumping it in base with only a silo and a vehicle spawn nowhere near anything. Got hunted down.
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So... what's the point? Like, yeah, I'm writing this because I'm crying about it, but it is a genuine question. At the moment, if we're warpgated my choices are swap to a faction that the warpgating squad(s)/platoon(s)/outfit(s) have allowed to leave their warpgate, go to a non-native server and deal with 100+ ping, or just close the game and do something else. I'd say eight times out of ten it ends up being the last one.
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I'm not the type of player generally to cry about sunderers being destroyed and fights being ruined at peak time, because that's part of the game - it's a bit silly to whine that your Sunderer behind the A point at the Ascent got killed at 7pm on a Friday with a 96+ pop on all sides. I think it's a bit different, however, when a faction effectively doesn't get to play the game for a quarter of an alert and literally cannot leave their warpgate for 15 - 30 minutes. I'm okay with losing, but I'm not okay with losing like that. It kind of sucks to wonder why I even bothered launching the game when opening the map sometimes.
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So as a player, what do you do when you're in this situation?
If you're frustrated by it, do you have mechanical ideas (as in, things you might like to suggest to a developer, if you could) for ways to soften a single faction being collapsed upon?
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At the end of the day, I understand why warpgating a faction is fun. I get it. I've done it. What harm is there, though, in having a larger buffer zone (see: next continent waiting room) for the warpgated faction? Is this anything?
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Finally I want to add that I've tried to introduce new players to this game and situations like this are a common contributor to them losing interest. Planetside 2 is an overwhelming game, but when you're getting absolutely destroyed in every single fight, your experienced friends are struggling to really find a foothold anywhere, you spend a couple of hours losing, and eventually you're afk in warpgate with a 0.2 KDA... they understand that, and having spoken to some of them they've pointed to a roflstomp alert as the turning point (and yes, I recognise that this goes both ways - roflstomping someone else is also fun, and this was pointed to as something they enjoyed; surprising nobody, being a bit toxic as a treat is fun). New players remember bad experiences like that far more than they remember good experiences like crazy Harasser runs, or popping off on foot, or something, because those times are like magic. They happen from time to time, usually by chance for the newbies, and that's what will get them hooked. The "getting roflstomped by sweaty outfits who warpgate others for fun" experience doesn't happen by chance, it's guaranteed to happen eventually, and it pretty universally sucks. By far the majority of the friends I have that play Planetside are friends who already played Planetside when I met them. I would be surprised if I was alone in this.
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There's a lot of things that turn new players away from the game. Planetside is a ridiculous, absurd game. I love it for that, and gutting it to make it accessible is very much not what I want. What I *do* want is for this to be considered by both community and developers on whether this ocurring is actually healthy for the game, and what can be done to find ways to inject a bit more fun into the losing experience

A magic school like no other! The oldest and most prestigious magic academy in the world is the Magaambya, an ancient institution founded by the greatest wizard the world has ever known. This wizard vanished long ago, but his sinister enemies plot against his school and those who attend it.
Hello, people of pbp! After running the "Strength of Thousands" PF2e adventure path to my friends, I couldn't resist the urge to make a play-by-post living-worldish discord based on the colorful magic school that is Magaambya. What I aim with this post and game is to: gather players (around 10-20 players, to make the school feel more alive, but not bloated), set up the school in a living-world discord server way (give that sandbox feel, and freedom to it), create storylines and plots with players (big fan of collaborative storytelling), have a moving and living school life (this means semesters and progress instead of being in a time-limbo, and the eventual graduation).
If you are interested in living a magical school life (the player characters will be adults), being part of both building, writing, and living a story, and have free time on your hands, fill out the form: https://forms.gle/vMkGsUMMrxCptc8o8

Hello, I'm trying to withdraw some of the pets I bought in starpets. The first two times it went fine, but when I tried to make the trade for the third, I noticed there were more players in the server (Wich shouldn't happen because the bot has a private server and only accept you as a friend for the trade and then eliminate the friendship, so at the moment of the trade you should be the only one player in the bot's server), and these players enter immediately and they make the trade with the bot before I get there, and the bot gives the my item. I immediately cancel the transaction everytime this happens, so I still have my items in my starpets inventory... But since then, it happens all the time, I even tried to be faster, but te only time I got there before the other player and started the trade, the bot ended up canceling our trade. I don't know what to do.. I has happened like 10 times.
Also, I have noticed that the first bots I had assigned had zero friends, but since the problem started, all the bots assigned for the trade have one or two friends and about 3 followers. Has this happened to someone else? How did you solve it?
(English is my second language so I'm sorry if I have made mistakes explaining the situation 😛)

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you are disposable, “elite” but still disposable, you were created as a part of a set of a dozen other living weapons, all created by smile corp, with the sole purpose of standing as backup just incase aleph-5, a planet fully colonized by smile corp, basiclly acting as one big base for them, it’s not to important to them, they have like 40 other planet just like this, hence why they hesitated to deploy you.
After a comically missaimed magic psychic ice blasting laser set to “unalive people and fuck up the planet using ice magic” hit aleph-5, it was forced into a permanent winter like state, and killing all smile personal on the planet.
With aleph-5 being turned into a medival winter wonderland-except-it’s-not-a-wonderland-cause-of-the-anomalies-that-were-freed, the only lifeforms that were left on the planet were a bunch of imprisoned tribals and anomalies that smile kept for various reasons.
The humans somehow evolved very quickly, becoming immune to the cold, and gaining the ability to reproduce asexually very quickly, they also grow up very fast, going from birth to adult in 4 days, and having a natural life spans of 30 years. Their life span here is 1 to 2 weeks at birth
They also scavenged some of the abandoned smile facilities for weapons and armor and gear and stuff.
The anomalies are just funny horror monsters that mostly live to kill, some of them are human like. It’s just like lobotomy corp fr.
The humans gather in kingdoms and tribes, raiding anyone else, trying to fend back the anomalies. The anomalies try to kill people
Your job is simple, remove the tribals and anomalies from the planet, by any means necessary.
Of course you don’t have to do this, you could just try to make aleph-5 a better place or something, foster peace between the kingdoms, pacify the anomalies, boring stuff like that, especially when you have the option to commit crimes against humanity.
To help you with your goals of commiting by various crimes of humanity (or some other boring thing), you/your character (whichever you prefer to be referred to) will have various abilities and implants, being partially anomaly(probably), which will give you fun powers to fuck around with. well as having multiple mechanical implants (probably) (that will boost your stats).
You’ll also have a set of power armor that may or may not be permanently welded to your skin, and a high tech weapon that can be anything from a laser saw blade shooter to a pipe bomb materializer. You’ll have some opportunity to gain some high tech stuff from random smile ruins, but these will probably be your only high tech stuff
The game will function as a top to bottom action game, much like how rimworld combat works, with combat extended
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Things you need to know about the Iglesia ni Cristo (Church Of Christ)
THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE IGLESIA NI CRISTO (CHURCH OF CHRIST)

1. INC is neither a protestant sect/denomination nor a member of any interreligious organization. It is an independent Christian religion, the largest in Asia.
   
2. INC is not a cult. Critics consider us as such because we dont adhere to what they believe as "essential doctrines of mainstream Christianity" like the Trinity and some just want to discredit the Church.
   
3. INC holds worship services twice a week and we believe that attending this holy gathering is our obligation to God. Men and women have separate seats. Everyone is welcome to join us.
   
4. INC doesnt believe in Trinity. We believe in only one God--the Father.
   
5. INC believes in our Lord Jesus Christ. We believe that He is human in nature, the Son of God, God's messenger, made Lord and Christ by God, the only mediator to God, and the foundation where the Church was built. He is the founder, head and savior of the Church. We also worship him as instructed by God.
   
6. INC believes that the Holy Spirit is not a God but a power being sent by God and Jesus.
   
7. INC doesnt practice tithing. Members give voluntary offerings and donations. It is not true that this Church is only for the rich or middle class. It is also not true that our offerings only go to ministers and INC leaders. Besides buying properties, the church is able to continue building and renovating houses of worship worldwide because of the wise management of the Church Administration--all for the glory of God.
   
8. INC believes that the BIBLE is the word of God, the sole basis and service to God. It is not true that we are forbidden to read the Bible, but what members shouldnt do is private interpretation. We dont have our own Bible version.
   
9. INC believes that membership in the Church is necessary for salvation. We dont believe that salvation can be attained only by faith alone. It is not true that there is a membership fee when joining the Church, a Bible student only needs to finish the indoctrination process and undergo a probation period before getting baptized and officially becoming a member.
   
10. INC believes that baptism by means of immersion is necessary for salvation. The Church doesnt baptize babies.
    
11. INC believes that Jesus established only one Church. We dont believe that all churches belongs to God.
    
12. INC believes that Jesus built a Church in the 1st century. It was named after him and it is the Church that he will save however, it had fallen to apostasy like what happened to the ancient Israel--God's chosen nation. The apostatized church is now known as the Roman Catholic Church.
    
13. INC believes that Bro. Felix Manalo is God's messenger in these last days. He was the instrument on re-establishing the true Church thru biblical prophecies. We never recognized him to be the founder of the Church and to be greater than Christ. We dont worship him.
    
14. INC believes that being a member of the Church is not enough to be saved. One should lead a new life, and obey all the teachings of God until the end.
    
15. INC believes in the Day of Judgment which will take place in the second coming of Christ. We also believe in resurrection and the second death which is the Lake of fire.
    
16. INC believes that it is the will of God for us members to love one another as true brothers and sisters. We treat each other equally.
    
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18. INC believes in the separation of Church and State. The Church doesnt meddle in politics. Members are advised to respect and observe the rules of the government, as long as it is not against God's will.
    
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21. INC doesnt believe in Catholic Saints and we do not keep images/statues of them in our homes and chapels. We also do not believe in the Catholic teachings about Mary and the cross.
    
22. INC does not believe in purgatory and we do not pray for the dead. We also believe that the dead should not be cremated.
    
23. INC members are advised not to believe in ghosts, Feng shuis, magics, fortune tellers, spiritists and superstitions.
    
24. INC does not celebrate Christmas, Halloween, All Saints day, All Souls day, Valentines day, Lenten Season and Fiestas that are associated on honoring Saints/Patrons.
    
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28. INC supports the use of family planning and artificial contraceptives. The Church rejects rhythm/calendar method. It is against abortion, and assisted reproductive methods such as surrogacy.
    
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Go'mon stormed through the castle corridors. He'd sensed something slip beside him during his encounter with the vampire lord. It wasn't just that damned top hat with the thief's prints. No, it was more subtle than that, it was the sound of a gossamer chain rattling against cloth. He scanned every square inch of the hallways as he walked, slowly twirling the Warhammer in his off-hand as he calmly held the pistol muzzle-up towards the ceiling. He'd barely gotten a glimpse of what almost looked like mist as he stomped through the grand halls with paranoia-fueled, seething anger. Abruptly turning a corner he fired the revolver at what he thought was that pesky invisible parasite.
The shimmer shuddered and he switched to the visible spectrum to find out it was just a tapestry in front of a heating vent.
Go'mon let out an enraged scream, tearing the tapestry apart with his bare hands after casting his weapons aside in a fit of rage and impotence. The visage of Monarch D'vinn looking out from the top of a bombed-out hill in battered armor at the shattered remains of the once human-occupied city, being shredded like single-ply latrine paper by go'mon's molecularly edged cybernetic claws. Having spent his rage on the tapestry, he panted dramatically as his heart pounded in its cask. Turning around he let out another furious scream, howling madly as he scanned the hall with thermals. His Hammer and revolver had disappeared without a trace.
The sudden blare of a Klaxon made him pause as he adjusted his armor, forcing himself to calm down as he examined his molecularly edged claws. The main enemy was at the gates, he should go meet them.
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Cassius' Heart pounded as he took shallow breaths, Go'mon's backplate inches from his own chest as he held onto the Hammer and Pistol for dear life. As the general strutted outside, Cassius moved in perfect synchronization, his left leg rising with the general's before being placed down in sync. He'd been practicing for weeks with the security droids at the mansion, practicing to keep inches from their backs without touching their metal carapace. Now he strutted behind perhaps the second most powerful being he knew like a silent specter. As Go'mon slammed through a door, breaking it into splinters, Cassius lifted his right leg and rotated out of the way just as Go'mon's tail would've brushed against his Calf, giving him away. As the General strutted out into the middle of the courtyard, Cassius used the various straps attached to his gambeson to affix the weapons to his waist before grabbing his Kama and weighted chain from a small pouch at his belt.
Cassius tossed the weighted end of the chain over the wall of the castle after a short run-up, wrapping the gossamer chain around his hands with each rapid step he took up the wall. Reaching the top, he unhooked the weight from the small bar he'd tossed it around quickly disentangling his hands from the chain. He groped the air on the outside of the wall until he touched the enchanted ladder the Top-Hats had left him. Sliding down the ladder, he spotted Drake sitting astride Barney in the middle of the street. The rest were nowhere to be seen but that indeed was part of the plan. Sprinting over, Cassius leaped onto Barney behind Drake and slipped Go'mon's revolver into the empty holster at his belt. Drawing out no reaction save for a few words from Drake, who didn't turn his head lest he give the gambit away.
"Good work Cassius, Fall back and get a gas mask on. We still don't know what's in those canisters because they inked out the labels."
Cassius slipped off of Barney's back and slipped into a nearby building before De-cloaking as he pressed himself against the wall next to a Warmonger who passed him a spare gas mask. He pulled it on and checked the seal before sitting against the wall as his legs jellied beneath him. His mouth was dryer than the scrubland as he accepted a Volunteer's canteen, drinking heavily through a port in the mask as he rode out the adrenaline crash. He glanced over to where their fighters had pried open a sewer access hatch and were dropping in, the smell of sewage souring the air. A few warmongers closest to the opening had comically attached wooden clothesline clips to their noses.
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Caz lay atop the second-tallest building in Golgatha, trash and debris piled up around her for camouflage ash she drew a bead on the strutting Go'mon. Her god-given eyes were able to see the purple miasma that rose from him like mercury vapors. She didn't even turn her head as she softly asked.
"Distance?"
The man with Heavy cybernetic augmentations pulled casually from a large pouch of grain alcohol, camera-lense eyes extending from his face as he chewed on a bullet thoughtfully. Slowly he stated.
"One thousand five hundred and sixty-seven meters, If you're keeping it under auto-ignition velocity, you should be able to hold it one mil above and..."
The sound of the bullet in his mouth getting chewed filled the air before he stated.
"Two mils right, wind fluctuates between us and the target, expect a half minute of angle deviation."
Caz adjusted her optic, bringing the point of aim directly onto her crosshairs. The man next to her had called himself "an Olympian" an old sect of bionically enhanced warriors from even before the betrayal wars. In the small amount of time she'd gotten to know the man, she'd found him palatable at the very least, soft-spoken with a touch of crazy, it was refreshing. She tried to ignore the artillery-sized rifle he laid behind, the barrel itself bigger around than a drainage pipe, a suppressor of equally massive size almost protruding over the edge of the building. She watched from the corner of his eye as he pulled the breech open to the side and selected a shell thicker and longer than her forearm with a fused tip. He rammed it into the gun with the same ease she loaded her flechettes with.
They both had different jobs despite sitting on the same roof. She'd take care of anything on two legs, and he'd handle anything that had an armored skin. From her vantage point, she watched as the Agri-bots moved into position, planting their artillery pieces against the ground in preparation to fire. They weren't using High explosives much to Remin and Destrier's chagrin, but with their attack plan, they couldn't risk collapsing the sewers. They were instead armed with a chemical weapon known as "CS Smoke" which would obscure visual sightlines for anyone with unaugmented vision. Lucky for her and the Olympian, that wouldn't be an issue with her clear-sight and his advanced optics. She slowly swiveled her focus onto Drake, keeping the center of the crosshair off him as she watched him.
Sitting astride Barney, Drake looked every bit the warrior he was. His dark helmet and armor were almost lost in the dark night. But the red shock of his Helm's mohawk could not be mistaken, glowing brightly against the darkness. As his palm came to rest on the pommel of his sword, she saw something entirely different for a moment.
A warrior in battered, rusty armor, the flesh falling from his bones as a pair of white lights gleamed behind the helmet. A skeletal hand held a rusty sword in its sheath, Its pale, emaciated steed's head hanging low, milky eyes soulless and empty.
But as soon as she saw it, the image faded and she swiveled her crosshairs onto the castle's inner courtyard. A small, dim red light blinked on the side of the Olympian's skull as the Geknosians organized into fighting lines. Hulking Geknosians in overbuilt power armor manned emplaced turrets and the looming Gas generators. A small feed from the Olympian's perspective overlaid itself on her scope before minimizing to one corner. She watched as his crosshair fell onto one of the two Gallicks. The horseshoe-shaped APCs presenting their bulk to the gate as a bulwark. Caz switched her aim to a heavily armored Geknosian, slowly dialing the small wheel on the forend of her rifle to half-power, just under auto-ignition velocity. The geknosian seemed to get uncomfortable as her crosshairs landed on his chest, fidgeting at the controls of their AA plasma Beam-cannon.
The moment the Agri-bots fired their artillery, she'd remove him from the gene pool and take that AA gun out of the fight so Destrier could get into position.
...
Destrier and Remin ran last-minute checks on the small fleet of two-wheeled land vehicles the Top Hats had called "Dirt bikes." The variable electric powerplant produced little to no noise, even now, powered on and ready to roll they didn't even humm. Stepping back, Destrier let the forearms of his power armor clamshell close as he retook the hand controls. Contrary to popular belief, the hands of power armor weren't at all like gloves. A handle with a pressure sensor for each finger was clasped in his hands, allowing him to manipulate the hands of the armor like his own. Destrier turned his head, helmet whirring on its bearing as he watched Remin mount one of the Dirtbikes, the black scimitar strapped to the suspension of the bike within arm's reach. The old man's Mongolian lamellar draped over either side of the bike like fabric, small metal plates clinking and clattering softly as he pulled his fabric-wrapped helmet back on. Destrier clomped over, hardly noticing the backpack with over two hundred rounds of 13x110 mm HEP.
Remin looked up with a grin and met Destrier's arm halfway in a forearm-gripping handshake, their metal hands clanking together as they slid their arms back into a grip around the base of each other's thumbs, then to a normal handshake before waggling their fingers at each other.
Destrier chuckled softly and looked up at the sky, night vision lenses making it appear stuffed to bursting with stars.
"What's on the black samurai's mind?"
Remin asked softly, head tilted back to also look at the stars between the rooftops.
"Well... I'm looking forward to the fighting to finally being over... Maybe I'll finally be able to settle down and invent something with Martha..."
Remin chuckled softly.
"A noble goal... I'd expect nothing less from you Destri... I'm actually hoping to catch a ride back to human-controlled space. I'm too old for this shit, I want to settle down and live out the last years of my life in peace..."
Destrier nodded in agreement, slowly turning his gaze back to the helicopter, blades slowly turning in preparation for takeoff.
"How old are you Remin? I don't think I ever asked."
The old man paused, thinking for a long time.
"Oh... I'd say I've made it past a century at this point. Got a cybernetic heart when I was a kid thanks to a car accident, Ol' things been keeping me going far past when I shoulda dropped."
Destrier nods and laughs softly.
"Damn, and I thought you were only in your fifties."
Remin laughed in agreeance, setting his hands on the handlebars.
"I don't blame ya, I feel like it. Especially now that my legs aren't filled with creaky arthritis."
Destrier sighed softly, gently punching the old man's shoulder as softly as he could in his power armor.
"See you on the other side old man... whether that be the living side or the dead one."
"Here's to hoping it's the former not the latter."
Destrier chuckled his agreement and boarded the helicopter, making the landing gear compress slightly as he put his weight on the flight deck. Unhooking the feed chain from the side of the backpack, he clipped it into the Ma-deuce's feed chute. It whirred as the heavy cartridges were funneled down the chain and into the gun with a click and a clatter.
...
Barney shifted from one leg to the other beneath Drake, Death's chosen reaching down and gently patting his neck fondly as he softly whispered.
"Just a moment longer boy... There's someone I need to talk to."
Drake closed his eyes, letting the Darkness envelop him for a moment before opening them again.
He looked at Death, who was casually swirling a glass of black bourbon thoughtfully.
"You said you wanted to talk to me right before the battle?"
Death nodded and slid the glass of black bourbon his way.
"I did, I want you to drink this before you go into battle."
Drake picked up the glass, inspecting the pitch-black, inky liquid curiously. Before sniffing it and coughing as his eyes water.
"No offense, But I think something died in your liquor bottle."
Death laughed jovially, pouring his own glass from a red crystal decanter.
"That's because this is made from the blood of my predecessor. I thought i might as well get it out of the way."
Drake suspiciously looked at the glass.
"Okay, what happens when I drink it?"
Death paused, slowly swirling his own glass of black bourbon pensively. Then, he slowly knocked his own back, eyes dilating wide before returning to normal.
"Well, It should allow you to control your power, bypassing the decades of training most need."
Drake gave Death a side eye, sniffing the foul drink one more time asking.
"What's the catch?"
Death frowned, then set his glass down.
"Considering that it's going to completely restructure your magical and circulatory pathways. It's going to hurt like nothing you've ever felt before. It also may or may not bind your guardians to your soul."
Drake's head snapped up.
"Guardians... you mean my parents?"
Death nodded softly.
"Guardians, souls that loved someone so much that they remained on after death to watch over them. Your parents loved you... loved you enough to stand by your side even in death... and before you give me some bullshit about this not being what your parents would want... Remember, they'll always be at your side until you die one way or another."
Drake slowly swirled the bourbon before nodding softly, bringing it to his lips, he downed it in a single gulp. It burned on its way down, the tingling feeling intensely spreading throughout his body and to his fingertips in a moment. His nerves burned, and his very being felt as though it was being scalded by burning hot water. But as he set the glass down on Death's desk, he smiled softly. There was a warmth to the pain, like a cold rag against a feverish forehead. The sting of a garlic poultice applied to a fresh whip-wound. It was the crack of his father's wooden sword against his knuckles during their sparring, the sweat that would drip into his eyes on long evenings working the fields. Drake opened his eyes slowly, no longer sitting in Death's office, but his own soulscape, looking at the long-neglected buildings halfway through construction. But he wasn't alone.
Drake smiled at his mother and father. His mother gave him a soft smile as she touched the scar across his face, the wound in his cheek where a gauss slug had torn it open, then, she took his hand to gently touch the scarred wound where Garravan's knife had pierced his hand. His father just sat cross-legged, drinking a stout mug of scrub tree tea with a proud smile on his face. drake looked between them before holding out his hands.
As his parents took them, they dissolved into motes of light that drifted into his chest. His veins burned, and his eyes and nose bled. His entire existence felt like a blistering inferno as the ground of his soulscape rumbled, small, red flowers the color of blood and the shape of gunshot wounds popping up from the ground. But even as the pain grew, and grew, and grew, He found himself simply laughing, grabbing what felt like an invisible pair of chains and pulling up on them as he stood.
The ground erupted in the middle of his soulscape, a massive, gnarled oak tree sprouting from the ground. Its sturdy trunk protecting a small patch of pink carnations interspersed with curly-petaled white Gardenias. Drake felt something form atop his head and reached up, feeling a thorny crown, he gently pulled it off, looking at the black-petaled roses fondly before returning it to his head. The thorny veins grew down from the crown, snaking their way deep into his flesh only to bloom into what felt like new muscles and tendons that weren't attached to his physical strength. Looking at his upturned palms, he curled his fingers, a steady, smokeless pale flame popping into existence in his palm with next to no effort.
As the pain subsided, Drake closed his eyes, relishing its departure before opening them to the shocked and concerned face of Death. Drake gave him a curious look and Death coughed softly as he composed himself before speaking.
"Look, I know I can hide pain well... But that smile you get when you're hurting is capital C Creepy."
Drake touched his grinning face with a soft laugh, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose.
"Well, guess I can add that to my achievements list, Creeping Death out with a smile."
They both chuckled softly at the joke before Death sighed softly.
"You should get back to them, they're almost ready."
Drake nodded and stood, stepping over to the door.
"Wish me luck."
"Good luck, my Champion. Give them hell."
Drake smiled softly and stepped out the door. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the real world, staring up at Go'mon who'd perched himself atop the castle wall, eyeing Drake hungrily.
Giving Go'mon his signature grin, He reached up and depressed a countersunk button on the side of his helmet.
"Hit 'em"
Drake stated, the sound of artillery rocking the city as Go'mon's hungry look quickly turned to rage. There was a loud, screeching whistle as the artillery shells streaked in, blanketing the area in stinging fog. Drake drew his sword, extending thorned vines of power into it as the blade ignited with pale flames. Barney snuffled excitedly and roared as Drake nudged him forward, the Dinosaur leaping over the wall in a single bound. The final battle for Golgatha had begun, after this, they would either be free...
Or they will have died free.
......
Part 112: will be linked here upon completion.

*Writers note* This is as far as I have written, so after this drops will likely slow down quite a bit as my life is, in general, busy and stressful. I hope to write a chapter a week, or more, but it may also be less. My creativity depends almost entirely on how well or ill I feel at any one time. But for now, this is as far as I have written. More is yet to come. Have faith in Ms Stonehill Dungeon to decide to get things going the right way.... ... ... mostly.
Chapter Thirteen: Learning new things.
It took a while to explain the events to Sebastian's mother. She had many questions, and at one point looked troubled when I spoke of the rage and threat I had made to the Inspector. Not that I blame her. A dungeon that had befriended her child, had threatened to kill anyone that entered it's domain. I'd be concerned as well if our position was reversed. However, as I finished relaying everything to her I think she realized that it was her child, that had broken me out of the rage I had been in. She still had her concerns, and in truth, I had my own. I had never been like this befo.... before? Why do I keep feeling like I was someone else before becoming a dungeon? That makes no sense. I'll need to think on that later. For now though... I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand.
While we talked, Sebastian had started exploring the area around my clearing. I know he had noticed the berry bushes I had made just because he liked them, and it wasn't long before his hands and face were stained dark purple from the berries juices as he picked and ate them. It surprised me that I was getting mana from his actions. Not a lot. But every handful of berries he ate, triggered a small mana dump to me. I hadn't know that my resource nodes like the berries would give me mana. I thought they were just there to attract delvers. Now I knew otherwise and the vista's that fact opened in my mind made me change my plans.
Sebastian's mother and Katyogel had now gotten to the end of the recent events, and it dawned on me that I didn't know her name. I nudged my Voice with that thought. “The Prime Minister would like to know your name. She feels that continuing to refer to you as Sebastian's mother, is rude and disrespectful.” To this Sebastian's mother looked startled, and then she blushed. “Oh, please forgive me. I was so concerned for Sebastian that I forgot my manners. I am Carrol McDermott, Alchemist. Please call me Carrol.” I smiled to myself and Katyogel hooted in humor. Carrol it is. “The Prime Minister would be pleased if you would refer to her as Stonehill.” And with that it seemed, we had all become friends. I did have some questions though.
“You stated you were an Alchemist? What are the most useful plants and items for your trade? Stonehill is a dungeon, and The Prime Minister would like to have plants and things that would attract delvers here.” Anddddd she was off. Carrol spoke at great length about the various plants and minerals, as well as creature parts that could be used in Alchemy. Many of them only being available in dungeons. This piqued my interest and I had Katyogel ask for clarification on a few points. “Do fungie like Spellspore, plants like Ochredill, and even parts of dungeon creatures create potions when combined alone, or is mana also needed, or?” Carrol smiles and like Sebastian's smiles, she seems to light up the area around her. “Yes, plants, fungi, creature parts, some minerals, they can all be used to make alchemical powders and potions. Most dungeons make it difficult for these to be acquired and so the price for them is higher than their non magical brethren.” I see. That makes a great deal of sense to me and changes my plans entirely.
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Chief Inspector Yohhan Kelger
I am furious beyond belief. That one of my underlings would do such a thing. Betraying everything the Dungeoneers Guild stands for, has my blood boiling. What my young protege has laid out before me is horrible. A dungeon that had been friendly, now turned potentially murderous because of greed and stupidity. This will need to be dealt with. Standing up and composing my face, I strode from my office. I glanced once to Inspector Emberhart, nodded my head to the others, and stepped out into the street. I turned and headed towards the largest structure in the city. The Church of The Shield. On my way to speak to the Cardinal. He was the only mentalist I knew of in the city, and it would have to be him that performs the mind delve. I know how much he dislikes doing that, and would normally never ask it of him, but this... this requires the truth. And the guilty will need to face justice for their actions.
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Hello im new to this whole dnd thing and im going to host my first short campaign with a bunch of other newbies. It will be a gathering of noobs in dnd. My friends wanted me to dm because they all claimed i was the best narrator there and could come up with a interesting campaign. So i come here ask for evaluation from more experienced people and ask for thoughts, improvements etc.
But with no further ado here is my idea. A cavern based on both the seven deadly sins and the seven heavenly virtues.
Greed vs generosity: At the entrance of the cavern before even entering the party will be met with a child that will ask for money to be able to pay for food, if the party provides money or anything else helpful like food to the child they gain one "heavenly point" and a child to babysit the rest of the cavern because said child will insist to repay such act of kindness (the child will have 10 health points and a simple dagger and rocks to throw) but if they refuse to offer money or any method of sustainability like food for the child they gain a "sinful point" and the child will angrily storm in the cavern claiming they will get to the treasure first and sell it to pay for food and that they will never have it.
Gluttony vs Temperance: Once inside a giant room with a big fat Troll that will intruduce himself claiming that the path ahead is dangerous and he is instructed to warn adventures and only the strong make it. But none ever did. so he pulls out a bag and offer a feast to good luck for the party, a endless bag filled with food from vegetables to meats of all kinds. he says that a filled belly gives strength to the weakest. The catch here each party member can only take 0 to 1 piece of food if done so it counts as Temperance and to those that took that one piece of food they will get a -1 in Strength and Dexterity and a +4 in Wisdom and Intelligence until the end of the Cave but if the opposite is done they will receive the opposite +4 in Strength and Dexterity and -1 in Wisdom and Intelligence
Envy vs Charity : this one room shaped like a hallway it is protected by monsters (i don't wich to choose since i dont know many dnd creatures and i don't want to fill this cavern with trolls and goblins) with a silver horn with several cracks that looks it will shatter with one blow sitting in a pedestal at the end, the horn when blow can heal to max health all allies of the blower and even revive from the dead. If all monster are deafeated or the leader is defeated first the remainers will surrender and plead for mercy. And say "we offer you my/our leader dagger it can deal tremendous damage and it is very very valuable. We give you this if you let us take the horn and bring back our colleagues/leader" give the horn willingly and deny the dagger and get the good point. Make the trade and the child will ask for the dagger to help them more effectively this also grants the point if give the dagger to the child. But if the party keeps it after the trade or kill the rest and takes the dagger and horn goes for bad points.
Lazyness vs Diligence: this is probably the simplest room. Its a large room with chasm gapping the middle and a Troll sleeping near a wall. you can't jump over the hole nor go around it. but alas there is a two solutions solution one a pillar slightly cracked showing that it can be pushed to serve as a bridge, the whole party has to make a strength check and add the results (if that is allowed) or the second option you can wake up and pay, pressuade, intimidate, beat up the Troll to knock the pillar for you.
Lust vs Chasity: A "infinite" staircase going downwards that will be filled with party greatest ahem desires if you get me try to run down the stairs and you will realize you are in super mario 64 staircase the only way to progress is to give in to your desire (aka lust) and they will guide you down the stairs or turn your back to the bottom were the desires are located and walk down backwards without peeking back.
Wrath vs Patience: the big bad boss is here A giant dragon that can be killed like any other creature but the catch here is to test your patience against the dragon. Each two turns the room will apply the damage all creatures dealt in a enemy onto themselves whovever resist attackinkg the dragon more and be patience and attack only every two turns will gain a good point for patience but recklessly attacking the dragon will be considered giving in to Wrath and dealing more then x (didnt decide yet the amount ) under two turns will give you a bad point once the dragon is killed.
Pride vs Humility: Upon exiting the cavern after the final confrontation they will be greeted with a parade full of villagers chanting the party name being showered by money and offered food and goods callong them the dragon slayers the last good point they need is to walk through the parade without indulging in the illusory parade the bad point is obvious but is submitting to their pride and accept the gift and offerings just to see them turn to dust once then reach the end to the treasure.
Tresure: still trying to think of something but i wanted to try rewarding the party depending of their good or bad points.
Well thanks for reading id love to see any possible improvement and criticism from other dms

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