Love is in the Air

It’s been some time since I posted screen-shots of my in-game action, and there is quite a bit to catch up on. Enjoy the scenery, won’t you?

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A rapturous explosion of sun-worship

Wabbajack…

Wabbajack…

WABBAJACK!!!

Trajectory of a trebuchet: hit the wall which has the health bar!

Ballistae and a battering ram at the door of a keep – ’tis all about the penetration.

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The Doctor has taken up the scroll…

…run, you clever boy!

The TARDIS has been crowned Empress!

Time for some much-needed, well-earned rest and relaxation.

Admiring a newly acquired statue…

Sepultur’a greets her consort.

Wine and music in the private courtyard…

Titanborn sings and plays a soft serenade for his lady love.

The empress, resplendent in her regalia!

Pictures & Screenshots for Post #1,005 (Re-blogged)

Here’s a re-blog to mark today’s New Moon and “National Nothing Day.”

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Eyrie Of An Aries

The title says it all…enjoy! The screen-shots are from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and TESO, respectively.

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New Moon on Monday Music

The new moon phase rarely occurs on a Monday, from what I’ve observed. Today is one such day. The Sun enters the sign of Capricorn on Thursday, 21 December, which also marks the Winter Solstice here in the Northern hemisphere. The current Mercury retrograde transit will return direct on Friday, so I think some related music is in order.

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Five Friday Songs: 23 June 2017!

The sun is out, the weather is getting better and better, and there’s a New Moon today – so, let’s have some music to get the weekend started off right!

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Sepultura’s Sunday Screen-Shots: Domus Dulcis Domus

There is a New Moon today, coinciding with a Pisces Solar Eclipse…fascinating, no? In light of that, and to celebrate the purchase of my first in-game house, here are a few in-game screen-shots of some of the exterior courtyard and interior décor. Time to earn more gold for a proper guild-hall worthy of the Sanctuary!

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Courtyard: walled for privacy & security

Relaxing on the porch as the sun sets

Casual dress; reading up on a recipe

Cooking for company

Sitting for a spell – time to put the cat out

A welcome visitor

Flirtatious fan-dancing

Sharing a drink by the fireplace

Drinking and chatting – a cozy evening

Standing close – time to retire

New Moon Friday; Lunar New Year 2017

There is a new moon today, which means that the Lunar New Year has commenced! The first day of the Lunar New Year is celebrated on the first New Moon between 21 January and 20 February, at least on the Gregorian calendar. Since the new year starts on a different date each year, those interested in Chinese astrology, when born in January or February, need to check a bit closer when it comes to the year they were born for accuracy.

This holiday is celebrated in some Asian countries: China, Taiwan, Korea, Malaysia, and Vietnam, to name a few. Since it is already Saturday in those parts of the world, I don’t think that I’m too early in wishing everyone a happy Lunar New Year. Ring in the Year of the Fire Rooster (or Cock, if you’re anal about words)!

The Super Bowl is a week from Saturday; the contenders are the Atlanta Falcons vs. the New England Patriots, and I know who I’m supporting and rooting for! I know, I know: the Patriots are apparently favoured to win by three points, but the Falcons have shown that they have a damned good defensive and offensive line, so they could give the Patriots the beat-down that they so richly deserve! The best thing about the Super Bowl is, it means that Spring Training is just around the corner, as is the Vernal Equinox. The days are slowly getting longer and Winter’s grasp will begin to loosen up. It might not seem like that right now, especially in some parts of the country, but it will…slowly, but surely!

Well, it’s Friday – I think that merits a few memes of the dank, mindless variety, accompanied by some music! If you’re still stuck at work, you should at least have a decent afternoon as you head into the weekend, no? I’m going to get back to some performance tests of my computer – I hope to be able to do some proper editing of some YouTube junk, for the first time in nearly a year. Later, ‘gators!

Excerpt from NaNoWriMo: Prologue

Author’s note: This is the prologue of the story I began during NaNoWriMo. I thought that it would be fun to post excerpts from it now and then! I’ve been inspired by today’s New Moon, it would appear.

He starts awake, gasping and choking. Coughing up water, gagging, snorting out sand-filled snot. He raises up on his forearms, struggling to stand…a wave of dizziness hits hard. He collapses helplessly. The crying of gulls is loud in the air…what is that clacking sound? He strains to raise his head – gods, it spins so! Bright light hurts his eyes; he clamps them shut and drags himself forward. His body aches all over. What happened? He can’t dredge up any memory save something from a nightmare…idyllic peace shattered in an instant…

Water lapping, calm seas, joy and general bonhomie as the grand ship cut through the waves on the journey home. Tall, proud son at his side, strong hands on the wheel. Grinning at his father in his good-natured way. Eyes that twinkle in the same way that the young man’s mother’s eyes did, so long ago. Eyes that now turn distant and intent, staring over the father’s shoulder, concern and the hint of fear growing rapidly. “What is that? By the gods – Father, what is that?”

Turning slowly…ever so slowly, as if in a dream…seeing the small island passing on the portside, nine figures cloaked in black garments, screaming foul incantations and dancing wildly, madly…time seems to slow to the cadence of heartbeats. Black clouds gather and roil, coalescing into lumpen shapes that begin to swirl ominously like the funnel-cloud of a tornado.

A helpless form, dressed in rags, hangs unsupported in front of the chanting, dancing worshipers. The chanting rises to a fever pitch as a thunderous sound grows in volume, getting louder by the second. The ugly noise travels through the ground and the water, seemingly filling the air itself with its oppressive presence. All on board the ship clap hands to ears; some fall to their knees, others writhe in agony.
A circle flashes into view above the chanting forms – a beam of light shoots down, vaporizing the ragged sacrifice. The chanters are washed with that hideous, sickly light; eyes ablaze, they turn as one, facing the ship. Waves suddenly churn – the ship plunges and whirls in unseen eddies. Massive chains drop from the circle in the sky, smashing into the tiny island. They lock into place and pull taut…the ground shakes from the impact, and the waves increase in intensity. The lookout in the crow’s nest is flung into the wild sea, screaming as he falls. Water washes across the deck, slamming helpless bodies into gunwales and tossing others to the waves.

The man reaches out, grabbing his unconscious son as they slide across the wet wooden planks. He desperately clutches at a flapping end of rope in an attempt to arrest forward motion, to no avail – the ship lurches madly as another freak wave heaves it to starboard. He’s falling…the side of the ship looms close. He strikes his shoulder on something…he loses his grip on his son. The cold water envelops him in an icy embrace. Shouts and screams are close, some growing faint and ceasing altogether. He tries to get his bearings by exhaling a stream of bubbles and following their trail.

He breaks the surface of the water. His eyes see the huge chains locked into the earth, but his mind still doesn’t register it as being real. Thunder rumbles continuously; the white light spins madly in the center of the circle, the clouds are black and ominous as they seem to be sucked into the spinning light. Creatures from the imagination of a mad god drop from the circle, summoned by the chanting, dancing worshipers. Their fell magics are directed at the sky, the water, and the now-sinking ship. The incessant waves have taken their toll and the port side has been stove in from some unseen impact.

“No…please…” he gasps, treading water weakly, still trying to keep his son’s head above the surging waters. Out of nowhere, a powerful arm grabs him around the chest and lifts him onto a couple of floating barrels that are still miraculously lashed together. His son’s limp form soon rests next to him – he is relieved to see that the younger man still breathes strongly. He looks around for his savior, but only sees a saurian tail cutting through the water towards another bit of flotsam. One of the lizard-folk, it appears…he had employed a goodly number of them. His desire for a diverse crew would pay off quite well, today.

The ship is floundering, quite resembling a dying cetacean or sea-serpent struggling and clinging to life. The sails hang in rags from the masts, rent and torn by the screaming winds. Forms, human and non, bob in the waves. Some manage to stay afloat – others tread water weakly, then cease their struggles, then disappear from sight. He turns blurred eyes to the limp form of his son. ‘I’m so tired…I must rest for just a little while…then I can help,’ he thinks. Darkness lays her warm cloak over his eyes and mind, and he floats away.

The clacking sound rouses him again…he knows that he needs to get away from it, but can’t think of why. He carefully moves his arms, stretching them out in front of him and feeling for something sturdy to grasp hold of. Splintered wood. Wet, wadded cloth. A soggy, frayed piece of rope. A hand…he clasps it, but it is cold and doesn’t return his grip. He carefully releases it, not opening his eyes, not wanting to know who it might belong to – or whether it is still even attached to the arm of whomever it belongs to. He needs to focus on survival. Head spinning, he makes minute, painful progress…then passes out again.

Voices call, getting closer. “Did you see that?” “What was it?” “Here! I found someone – come, come!” “Over here…no, that one is done for – mark them with the red cloth so the priests can tend to them once we find all of the survivors.” The sound of scuffing sand gets nearer still. The ugly clacking is so close…too close…sand scuffs harshly, there is a soft thump, and the clacking ceases. He groans softly, twitching his hands in the sand, trying to move. “Here – come, I’ve found another!” The voice, so close…speaking in a familiar language, but with a unique, distinct dialect. A woman’s voice. Hands press his arms and legs; questing fingers probe his shoulder. He lets out a loud gasp of pain, then dissolves into paroxysms of helpless coughing. “Turn him, quickly!” More hands grab him; fingers sweep into his mouth, clearing out sand and spittle. Fingers pull his eyes open – the sunlight is blinding and he tries to squeeze his eyelids shut against the burning intrusion. His head is cradled gently for a moment and a bowl is brought to his lips. “Here…drink this, slowly,” says a soft voice. He parts his lips; warm broth trickles down the side of his face as he swallows. He squints against the light, trying to see who tends to him – all he sees is a light-limned shadow. The broth is good…he relaxes slightly as the pain eases, closing his eyes again. His breath steadies as he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. He feels nothing as he is transferred to a travois, wrapped in a wool blanket, and has pillows carefully propped behind his head and shoulders. He is lifted to the back of a horse-drawn cart and lain down between two others. The horse grazes quietly nearby; the driver eats his own simple meal, waiting for the order to take the poor souls to the nearby infirmary.

Other injured crewmen have been located. Those who can move on their own do so, heading to the triage tent that was hastily erected by the rescuers. Many of those with the fewest injuries are the lizard-folk, who are telling and re-telling the tale of what befell them as they are tended to by the healers. An elderly, blind priest listens to the recounted disaster, his fingers weaving runes of light in the air before his sightless eyes. His magick-infused writings are being seen in various guilds throughout the land, being transcribed to books, paper, and carved in stone by whichever mage, shaman, witch-king, or wyrd-woman can decipher them. For good or ill, this occurrence is recorded by all with the ability – and the tale spreads swiftly, like a virulent disease.

Final Friday Mashup!

Well, here it is – the Final Friday for September! Today marks a New Moon in Libra, which also happens to be your astrological sign if you have a birthday today.

I have a few things percolating in my mind this morning, so I’ll just toss them out here so that I can clear it! I need fewer distractions in the upcoming weeks, as I plan on doing the NaNoWriMo thing this year – so I want to clear out the dust and cobwebs that are cluttering my poor brain!

Ah, the so-called ‘undecided’ voters…they make me laugh! Seriously, you expect me to believe that you’re still undecided about who to vote for? Yeah, right – hey, if you’re not going to vote, then that’s fine…just quit talking about it if you have no intention on doing so. Otherwise, get out there and vote for whomever you wish – just vote, damnit…VOTE! Bitch about shit the morning of 9 November. Until then, STFU. A lot of people are pretty freakin’ tired of hearing lame excuses on all sides!

Speaking of politics, though, I can safely say that I’m glad to live in Washington State. I’d be cringing in shame if I resided in Maine! Well, actually I wouldn’t, because I wouldn’t have voted for Paul LePage – so his moronic nonsense wouldn’t be my fault. I actually look at the voting records, background, and other pertinent information about politicians from multiple, LEGITIMATE sources…not tabloid bullshit or whacked-out conspiracy theories. A politician’s voting record is relatively easy to find.

Last thing: I registered to vote on my 18th birthday. However, I’ve been politically aware since the age of 10. The school I attended did many mock debates and elections from 5th grade on up, and encouraged us kids to pay attention to politics. Some people out there assume that I know nothing about politics, and have told me so…the non-reasons they gave are beyond laughable, to me!

Next, just a teeny-tiny criticism: people who have no “Like” buttons on their blogs. I fail to understand why they don’t seem to want their posts “Liked,” yet have a comment section which allows for comments to be “Liked.” There are at least five blogs that I follow that don’t have that little “Like” button…I wonder, why the hell not? Why don’t you want readers to “Like” your posts? Inquiring minds want to know, LOL!

Last, but certainly not least – today marks a fairly sad milestone. It has now been 900 days since the 276 girls were kidnapped, at gunpoint, from that school in Chibok, Nigeria by the terrorist group Boko Haram. The lack of coverage about them is shameful, to say the least. Many people out there rail against abductions – but are mysteriously silent when queried about these specific girls.

900 days. Let that number sink in, if you will. 900 days. There are 1,095 days in three years; 1,096 if you count a Leap Year, so these girls have been away from their families and loved ones for nearly three years. I can’t imagine the grief and heartache involved in wondering, daily, where your child is. Imagining the worst, because you know what the abductors are capable of.

900 days.

#BringBackOurGirls

I’ll close with three songs – why? Because it’s Friday, that’s why! Enjoy the tunes…and have a great day and weekend, all.

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Convention Bound!

Short post today, LOL – just enough time to at least acknowledge the beginning of a new month, marked by a New Moon and the annular solar eclipse.

I’m almost packed and ready to go…I’m going to be at the PAX West 2016 gaming convention, being held in Seattle, Washington, through the Labor Day holiday. Filled with anticipation, excitement – and a bit of anxiety, simply because of the crowds. I don’t like crowds much at all, but can manage them when attending an event such as a concert or a motorcycle / classic car rally. Concerts are easier, since most people are concentrating on the band and the music – not their fellow concert-goers. I’ve never been at a major convention such as Comic-Con or Sakura-Con, so I only have the pictures that others take to know what to expect!

I’m hoping to get some sweet swag related to the online game that I play – The Elder Scrolls Online – and, I’m looking forward to some of the events scheduled, like Q & A for some of the designers and developers; a Twitch broadcast, meeting other gamers, and hanging out in general.

Time to finish getting things together…I’ll be taking plenty of pictures; hopefully I’ll figure out how to get them downloaded from my phone! I shall return – later, ‘gators!

Well, that was easy…

…just a couple of mouse-clicks, and here I am at the layout that I’m used to, with the other junk in another tab – now I see some of what I was missing on BOTH pages, LOL! I love my brain…it solves most problems quite easily – problematic people are another story, entirely!

Time for some New Moon music on a Tuesday afternoon – which is the perfect song to start this 5-song post! Enjoy…

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