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Climbing Sticks
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Ground Blind
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Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
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Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

When I drop acid, during the whole peak and kind of after, i feel a pain/pressure in the right side of my head that feels kind of like a blood vessel about to pop? It never does though but it just freaks me out. My last trip it was feeling so weird that I thought I got too hot during the trip & got neurotoxicity / brain death in that area lol
My brain definitely did not have any brain death/neurotoxicity, I was just tripping. But what is the cause of the pain? Idk if it matters but I did do dxm during that last trip and one other, but it seems to hurt too when I did acid alone.
Every time I try to google it, i just see mfs saying "acid is good for headaches" which is weird cuz it seems to be causing mine. My acid dose was 145ug and 750mg of dxm.

I'd like to start by letting everyone know that the genre is Fantasy Epic, and that this is a long prologue at 6,414 words. This prologue serves a purpose as it takes care of a lot of my setting and plot setup. It also gives the reader a fair bit of worldbuilding without making it too much of an info dump (talking to you Robert Jordan ;P).
I've had several people beta read this for me and gotten a lot of positive feedback. The prolbem for me is that these were all people I know very well on a personal level. Several have made comparisons to Chronicles of Narnia or Lord of the Rings as far as how well the full book is written. The problem is, friends and family can often have a bias and make things seem better than they really are. So, now I want to do a test run in the real world and see what people who don't know me think. Is it as engaging and compelling as they have made me hope that it is?
I'm basically wanting to take a page from a couple authors I admire and follow the ABC rule for critiquing. Please let me know of any point where you thought it was Awesome, Boring or Confusing. I know prologues aren't everyone's favorite thing, but this has basically been written like a novella for the main story as it foreshadows a lot of things leading all the way into book four.
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PROLOGUE
ARCHIVE INFINITUM
October 14, 844 (Alt-Future)
"Welcome back to the Archive, Master Jonathan."
"Thank you, Charles. It's good to be back. Have you noticed anything interesting in the Physical Realm?"
"I have not, sir. Do you require any assistance today?"
"Thank you, but no. I'm only here to revisit a passage within the history of the Order. Shortly after, I'll depart for the reunion at the Tower."
"Excellent, sir. I'll leave you to it."
Jonathan emerged from the ether and walked through the Archive doors. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the familiar scents of dusty cleanliness that can only truly be found in a place of learning. The lights reflected off the floor's white marble surface, casting a glow that evenly lit every corner of the large chamber. Even so, the room still felt cavernous to him, as if he were a galleon amidst the vastness of the ocean.
Jonathan appeared to be in his early to mid forties. Though, with the way he carried himself and the spring in his step, he seemed closer to his late twenties. His hair was shoulder length and dark gray. He wore bifocals though he hadn't needed them since his ascension, and dressed with a refined sense of style.
His gray eyes were by far his most interesting feature, though. They were the only hint of how old he truly was and the many adventures and travesties he'd witnessed. Regardless, how old he was didn't matter as age had long since lost its meaning for him. After all, being an immortal tended to give a man new priorities in life.
As he strolled across the room, a lift descended from the tower's heights. The square platform had waist high rails around its perimeter. It floated through the air showing no sign of a suspension system to raise or lower it. This was accomplished by a magical enchantment that allowed it to levitate and dart about the room at mind numbing speeds. As he stepped up onto the platform's dais, it landed on the floor in front of him. He took a position at its center, then, after folding his arms behind his back, mentally willed it to take him to floor eight hundred forty four.
It rose off the ground, gradually gaining speed until it was a hundred or so feet in the air. At that point, the platform took off like a rocket. The thought of what these speeds would do to him if this were outside the Realm of Intellect crossed his mind, making him chuckle nervously. He knew he had to be moving close to six hundred miles per hour.
Now, let me tell you a bit about Jonathan's pet project, The Archive Infinitum. The Archive is a magical structure he'd designed shortly after the cataclysm that nearly wiped out the human race. An event most of you now refer to as the Night of Burning Skies. That same event is also what gave us the powers we now refer to as magic.
Shortly after obtaining his ascension, he learned that science's multiverse theories were close to how reality really worked. There are an infinite number of parallel universes, or branching timelines, that coexist simultaneously. What was different is that each universe shared a common six realm structure. The Physical Realm, the Realm of Intellect, the Dominion of Shadows, the Plane of Enlightenment, the Land of the Forgotten, and the Ether.
He built the Archive within the Realm of Intellect so it wouldn't be bound by the laws of physics or time as we know them. Once the structure was anchored in place, he could set most of those parameters himself. What he didn't realize was that making it here would have an unintended, though not unwelcome, side effect. The structure's size, shape, and architectural style could change by anyone who entered it.
When someone enters the Archive, it ascertains their strength of mind and will. Suppose the individual's mental fortitude is deemed stronger than that of the other occupants. In that case, the appearance will adjust to one that best serves and appeals to that individual. This could become unsettling for the occupants already inside the first few times it happened. That being said, it has no effect on the contents atop the shelves or where you're located within the structure. For Jonathan, it shared an uncanny resemblance to the George Peabody Library, though on a much grander scale.
The lift stopped after a brief ride, and Jonathan stepped off. He resumed his stride, passing row after row of the cherry wood bookcases. There were hundreds of rows and thousands of tomes and scrolls in each. As a scholar, he'd spent most of his existence here. But, even so, he knew there would always be something more to be gleaned from their pages.
Today was a day of remembrance. Of celebration. Of mourning. It was the anniversary of the end of a war that had lasted ten thousand years. With the death of one individual, a light of hope was given to many. For others, it was a bittersweet victory that left a void in their hearts. He'd come here today to revisit a passage that would return him to that fateful day. Reliving the event which granted them this peace, and once again, paying his respects to a dear friend.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes. Here we go."
The plaque on the side of the bookcase read, Row DD, Column 15. Now that he'd found the right one, he began scanning the shelves. It wasn't long before his hand landed on the tome he sought.
"Here it is." He pulled it down from the shelf. "My word. Has it truly been fifteen hundred years since I glanced through these pages?"
Looking at the cover, he chuckled. The combined magic of the Archive and the Realm had created a thin layer of dust. Giving it the feeling of something ancient and lost to time. Raising it to his lips, he blew the dust away, causing the magic to dissipate as it fell to the floor. He pulled open the cover and rifled through the pages. The section he stopped at contained the account of Rexinon the Prophet's final words.
Summoning his divine magics, he channeled a spell into the tome. The words that once filled the passages began to fade away, leaving only the blank pages, which now bled a blueish gray smoke. The soft glow of the lights against the floor diminished as the smoke spread. As the darkness grew more substantial, luminescent spheres and arcs of brilliant blues and crimson could be seen dancing about its surface like lightning.
The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the smokey haze took on a more stormlike appearance. All around him, the air started to feel heavy, and the taste of dust and sea salt filled his mouth. A gentle rain began to fall, and the room's remaining lights winked out. If not for the increasing flashes of lightning, he would've been left in total darkness. But even this was not a comfort, as those flashes cast shadows against the storm's ever swirling walls. Many of which appeared to be dark things that should never be seen in the light.
The storm's intensity grew, bringing disorienting cracks of thunder and wind whipping around him. It assaulted his senses and seemed to have an almost vengeful purpose. That meant he had to constantly focus on the spell, bracing himself against the onslaught. If he failed, it would kill him without question.
Some of the shadows began to take on a physical form with details beyond what the walls could offer them. He watched as an hourglass tumbled end over end, circling him before it returned to the storm. A moment later, a blazing fireplace and mantle emerged but produced neither light nor heat. Finally, a door engraved with the crest of the Order appeared. These images were ones he'd expected to see for this particular passage, and so came as no surprise. However, when a fourth image appeared, he was caught off guard.
Although it was normal for three images to accompany this spell, an occasional fourth spoke of prophecy. He focused intently on this final image. It showed twelve people standing in a circle; one of them was coated in blood. Two others were bound by chains. One a man, the other a woman.
He looked closer at the man and realized it was Godric. His eyes opened wide as he tried to decipher the meaning behind the image. Only a few moments passed while he speculated, but it was a few moments too many. Disaster struck, and too late, he realized his mistake. He'd lost focus, and now the storm would surely take him.
Hurricane force winds and debris tore at his clothes, quickly turning them into rags. One powerful gust slammed into his side as if he'd been struck by a car, knocking him off his feet. The storm swelled with even greater ferocity. It threatened to consume him this time, and he wondered if it would finally cost him.
Rain and hail pelted his face and body, while dust and sand stung his eyes. As he wiped away the grit, a bolt of lightning struck before him, temporarily blinding him. He got to his hands and knees, gasping for breath as the storm continued to beat him relentlessly.
Steeling himself against the pain, he rose to his feet. As fast as he could manage, he began casting mental defenses and barriers to protect his mind from the horrific assault. He bellowed in defiance of the storm, "I will not let it end this way! I refuse!" One defense after another was laid upon his person, until finally, he succeeded. The winds died to a breeze as the rain became little more than a summer misting.
He heard the sound of a quill scratching against paper over the storm's remnants, and the air behind his back grew hot as a crackling fire joined the room's ambiance. The sickly sweet smell of incense filled his nostrils, reminding him of days spent in his master's study. Another fond memory.
The storm wall vanished as the tremors subsided, making the room visible through a misty haze. The light of the fireplace cast his shadow across the now rough cut gray stone floor. Half a dozen tapestries hung around the room, and a liquor cabinet stood at the room's far corner. The main entry door remained closed to his left, and the doorway to the study's balcony lay to his right. At the room's center sat Rexinon at his desk, writing furiously on a piece of parchment.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he'd done this countless times, the journey into the pages of history was always filled with peril. But, blessedly, the most intense part of the spell was complete. And while he could now relax in that fact, that fourth image still concerned him.
He stood in the familiar square room, clothing restored to its original state. The evening's air flowed through the open windows, making the ambient temperature quite cozy. Crossing the room, he paused at the desk and listened as Rexinon started muttering. "What I wouldn't give for a typewriter, much less a computer. Would make this so much faster."
Jonathan couldn't help but crack a smile. "Oh, but how many times have I thought the same thing, old friend?" He remarked, though he knew Rexinon couldn't hear him.
He stepped up to the desk and leaned over it. Looking down at the paper Rexinon was writing on, he frowned. Like so many times before, it appeared as little more than black scribbles on a page. Those words had to be important, but there was no way to know.
This was one of the spell's critical weaknesses. The details within the vision were only as precise as what was written in the tome. Most of the books in the Archive were magically transcribed. The benefits of this were completed histories free of victor and writer biases. Although, it wasn't flawless.
Throughout history, there have been individuals or events that the spell couldn't see. The most well known examples of these blips in time were the United States presidency of Franklin D. Roosevelt from 1933 to 1945 and the United Kingdom's Prime Minister, Michael Durham, from 2063 to 2065. All that is known about them was their lives before office and the accounts written by those around them. These gaps in history were generally the result of one of two things. In these two cases, a place or individual with a strong connection to the Dominion of Shadows.
Sighing, he pushed off the desk and crossed the room to the liquor cabinet. He opened the glass doors, pulling several bottles and a glass from the shelves. He made a drink consisting of three parts Red Adders Bite and one part Dry Amorian Blood Wine, then added a lime wedge to the rim of the glass. The others wouldn't arrive for another half hour, leaving him time to kill.
He walked around the room with his drink in hand and studied the various tapestries, several of which he'd been a part of. Each one depicted an accomplishment or tragedy facilitated by the Order. All save one, which showed a scene from the event that started it all.
The one to the left of the cabinet showed the Order's founding. In the background stood a grand tower of black and white marble. Its four sides were engraved with the Mark of Hellyrr, which glowed with a magical light. In front of it stood a man facing a gathered crowd, his arms swept wide in triumph. They looked up at him and the structure with reverence and awe.
He continued to move in a counterclockwise manner around the room. Above the main entry door hung another tapestry. One he was even depicted in. It showed the aftermath of a massacre. Six figures stood amidst the bodies of hundreds. The earth around them was scorched by flame, and the blood of the fallen had stained it red. The cloud covered sky glowed a deep crimson with gold outlines from the fires below. It had come to be known as the Cleansing of Elysian, in which the entirety of the planet's second continent had been annihilated to preserve the world.
"I wish it had never come to this. Why can't we all just get along? Instead of thriving in the prosperity of our two lands, they plotted and began planning to bring war to our own people. To rape, pillage, and enslave them. Even with all my vast knowledge and wisdom, I can't understand why they felt the need to dominate and control the world." He looked back up at the tapestry. "Even now, most of the land is still uninhabitable."
He turned around and looked at the tapestry above the balcony door. This one would appear out of place with the others to all but a few handfuls of people. Even for those who learned the truth behind it, it looked like little more than an artist's vision of what a beautiful landscape at sunset should look like. The sky is dotted with hundreds of stars as shades of red, orange, and yellow dance across the land's horizon. The artist's point of view appears to be looking down from a hillside. Down the hill's slope, you can see a pond teaming with wildlife along its edge. The remaining landscape is filled with miles of forest stretching toward the horizon.
For the few who survived this event and still remained, they knew it depicted the final moments of their world before all of humanity was nearly lost.
Jonathan fixated on this tapestry more than he had on the others. The longer he stared, the more distant his expression grew. Over time, his breathing quickened, and his grip on the glass slipped. It shattered as it hit the floor, causing the rug to stain from the liquid. The sound jerked him out of the trance like state, making him feel ill.
He could still recall the memory of that long ago day like it were yesterday. The thought of how close humanity had come to extinction made his legs weak, and he stumbled back against the wall behind him. He slid down the stones' cool surface and noticed his hands were now trembling. Through shuddering breaths, he uttered the words of a broken man. "So much death. So many lives were lost that day. So many. Oh, Sonia. Even after all this time, I still miss you."
The main entry door slammed open, crashing against the wall with a loud bang. Jonathan jerked as one of them collided mere inches from where he sat. The startling sound had been enough to pull him from his stupor, but it still took a moment for him to gather himself. A man in the doorway lowered his foot from where he'd obviously kicked the unlocked door in.
"Knock, knock, Rex. Seems you've done it now."
"Seth. I'll never understand the animosity you held for Rexinon," Jonathan said wearily as he got to his feet.
Seth stood just shy of five foot eight inches and had slick black hair that he kept combed back. He wore black jeans and a beige dress shirt with mother of pearl buttons, which had seen far too much polish in recent days. A malevolent grin displayed his perfect teeth and careless eyes. He strode into the room, dragging a chair behind him, and placed it on the rug by the fireplace.
"Was kicking the door in really necessary, Seth?"
A second man stepped into the room, obviously annoyed by the unnecessary use of force. He wore a navy blue business suit and towered over everyone else in the room, and that was saying something considering Jonathan was six foot. As he still held to the standards of a marine, he kept his hair high and tight and his face clean shaven. He stood at the rug's edge out of respect for the Order so as not to mar the embroidered Mark of Hellyrr. A respect Seth clearly lacked.
"Godric Gibbs. This day changed you. Hell, it changed all of us, but few as much as you," Jonathan said. He looked back at the door as the third and final man entered. "Assassin."
This man was of a height with Jonathan and wore all black from head to toe. His outfit looked like something out of a TV show. Almost like a cross between Gi Joe's Snake Eyes, and CW Arrow's League of Assassins. After ten thousand years, all they knew about him was his previous occupation as a contract killer. It wasn't long before they'd taken to calling him Assassin, as they had no other name to go by. Any time he was asked a question regarding his past, he either remained silent or dodged it outright. He took a position to Godric's left and, like Godric, took care of where he stood on the rug.
The three men stood in silence and watched as Rexinon continued to write. Godric and Assassin seemed content to wait until he addressed them. On the other hand, Seth seemed to grow more agitated as the minutes passed. Jonathan chuckled in spite of himself.
About twenty minutes later, Rexinon spoke, "Reverend Seth Jones, Colonel Godric Gibbs, and Assassin. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His tone plainly indicated that he already knew.
Seth spoke first. "Oh, cut the crap, Rex. You already know why we're here. This cult thing of yours has gone on long enough."
"Well, there's the pot calling the kettle black," Jonathan muttered sarcastically.
Godric rolled his eyes. Everyone in the room knew about Seth's past as a cult leader. They also knew his anger was more at being forced to wait in silence than anything to do with Rexinon or the Order.
"Calm yourself, Seth. There's no need for such hostilities." Godric looked at Rexinon apologetically. "I'm sorry to have to do this, old friend, but my hands are tied. Rexinon the Prophet, Headmaster of the Hellyrrian Order, you've been charged with conspiracy to overthrow the governments of Aurelia and seize control for the Order.
"As we speak, the leaders of the Hellyrrian Order are being gathered for execution. Furthermore, your towers and all their artifacts will be destroyed, and any remnants of the Order's existence is to be wiped from the face of history. As of 0813 this morning, you have been sentenced to death. How do you plead?"
Rexinon continued to write at an incredible rate. He knew why they'd come. He'd known this was coming for months. After all, his gift was the gift of prophecy. The evidence for the charges against him was both substantial and ethereal, depending on what light was shown on it.
Two centuries ago, the Order had tracked the activities of an unknown number of individuals who'd been subtly manipulating several of the Aurelian governing bodies. They'd spread like a poison, corrupting them and turning once prosperous kingdoms which knew few hardships, into lands where the people had to fight just to survive. The problem was that whoever that force had been, always seemed to be just one step ahead of them. Now, not only was it check, but checkmate. The Order had lost.
"I believe the Righteous Twelve to be ill advised. I believe you've been manipulated by the same corrupted governing body which we've spent so long trying to purify—." Seth grunted. "—But," he said at length, "I accept all charges against me, save one. Neither myself nor anyone else of the Order has ever sought to rule Aurelia, as the charges would imply. The Cleansing of Elysian should've been proof enough to show that to be true."
Rexinon penned the final words of his letter and placed the pen back in its stand. Pulling the top off a jar, he dusted the page with a thin layer of sand to soak up any excess ink. After dumping the sand back into another jar to be cleaned, he pushed away from his desk and stood to look at his guests for the first time. After nudging his stool back under, he addressed Godric directly.
"Will you join me on the balcony one last time?"
Godric nodded his head and gestured towards the balcony doorway. As they stepped outside, Jonathan followed.
Rexinon leaned against the railing and looked out over the city, his gaze fixed on the setting sun. Godric joined him and looked down to the tower's base, some five hundred feet below. Although he was not afraid of heights, it gave him respect for the sturdily mounted railing at the balcony's edge.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Rexinon said. Godric looked at him, confused. "The way the world has turned out since that day? Ten thousand years of watching as civilization was rebuilt and destroyed time and time again by a senseless war. Watching them evolve into something more as they learned how to use these gifts we were given. In some ways, we're greater than we ever were. In other ways, we're inferior. If I have any regrets, it's that I couldn't do more to leave the people better prepared for this new age."
"Well spoken. If it's any consolation, I believe this is wrong. I even spoke out against the council for a different outcome. For my efforts, though, I was threatened with execution if I didn't cease my objections."
Rexinon's tone grew heated after hearing of the council's reaction. "You should know better than anyone why I fought so hard against them, then. I'm not against governance. I'm against corrupt governance. We had far too many corrupt politicians and warlords in our own time for me to ever want to allow it again."
Godric nodded his head. "Yes. The problem is you played too heavy a hand too quickly. Instead of accepting that they'd been beaten, they cheated by playing with an ace they had hidden up their collective sleeves."
Rexinon sighed, knowing his words were true. "Indeed. I've accepted my fate. I won't run. Won't even make it difficult for y'all. I have no need to. I would like to make one final request to ease your conscience, though."
Rexinon leaned toward Godric conspiratorially. As he did this, the world around them began to shimmer and distort. Almost like the motion blurring you'd see on a TV. Likewise, their conversation was masked by the sound of white noise and the sound of hushed incoherent whispers.
This was the second hurdle the scrying spells had to deal with. Individuals with divine magic could conceal their conversations or even the events they were a part of. Rexinon had concealed this conversation, and to this day, Godric has never spoken of what was said.
Jonathan returned to the study with a resigned sigh. There was nothing more he could learn from their conversation. Assassin stood in the same spot he'd been when he first entered the room and looked as if he hadn't so much as twitched. Seth, however, was rummaging through the desk's drawers. He'd tried to figure out what he was looking for in the past, but nothing seemed obvious.
The shards of glass from when he'd dropped his cup earlier had vanished, along with the stain on the rug from the liquor. As expected, the glass had returned to the cabinet, and the bottles had refilled to where they were before he'd arrived. This was yet another reminder that this was a magically induced vision of an event that had long since passed. It could be too easy to forget that this wasn't real and that if he spent too much time here, it would have consequences in the real world for him.
He knew they'd be out there a while. In previous visits, he'd occasionally spent this time combing through the room, similar to what Seth was doing. Having cataloged everything centuries ago, there was nothing left to do but wait. So, he walked around the desk and sat squarely within the Mark of Hellyrr embroidered on the rug. There, for the next hour or so, he would remain, arms folded, legs crossed, and eyes shut. Freeing his mind of all unnecessary thoughts and emotions. At least, that was the plan.
About forty minutes in, Seth started to grumble and complain, forcing Jonathan to give up on his meditation. "… I know he's one of the humblest among our kind, but lord, does he have to be so dull? I can't find anything interesting anywhere. Even his liquor cabinet is dull." Seth walked from behind the desk to the liquor cabinet, pulled a few bottles out at random, and read the labels aloud. "Red Adders Bite, Amorian Blood Wine. Christ, he's even got Athester's Sweet Malt. This crap might as well be water." He pulled another bottle down and said, "At least he's got the taste to have at least one bottle of Nordic Berserker."
"Some of us prefer the simpler things in life. You might find life more enjoyable when you aren't always looking for the rare and exotic," Assassin said with a disinterested, almost dismissive tone.
Seth clicked his tongue. "Hell, even this letter he was so focused on when we arrived makes no sense." Seth thrust the letter towards Assassin, who took it nonchalantly. "Look at this."
Jonathan studied Assassin intently, hoping for any sign that would reveal the letter's contents. It was no use, though; for all the emotion he showed, Jonathan would've thought it no more important than a grocery list. But, if that were the case, why obscure it from the eyes of the scrying spell? The frustration caused by such a simple sheet of paper was baffling.
Jonathan got to his feet as Rexinon and Godric returned. As Rexinon walked to stand at the center of the rug, Jonathan moved behind the desk. Godric walked toward Assassin and conversed with him for a few minutes. Once again, the sound of white noise shrouded what was said. This time, it was Godric who masked his words from the spell. When Assassin nodded, Godric moved beside him and faced Rexinon.
Rexinon looked at each tapestry and seemed to relive each as he did so. They all knew those accomplishments and tragedies would stand the test of time. Any efforts to change that would fall flat. The Order had played too significant a role in shaping this new world. Finally, he turned to Godric, kneeling as he met his regret filled eyes.
Assassin pulled an infamous rod from his side, dubbed the Executioner's Handle. Forged in the Dominion of Shadow by Assassin some three thousand years ago. It was one and a half feet long of shadow infused steel and bound with his own divine essence. Ominous black tendrils crawled along Assassin's hand like something alive and flowed into the handle. The shaft elongated, and an axe head formed at its end.
Though he had accepted his fate, seeing that axe form made Rexinon's heart stop momentarily. He looked at Godric questioningly. Godric knew what that look meant and nodded his head in assent. Agreeing to this had allowed them both to right several wrongs this night by asking one simple question. "Do you have any final words or requests?"
"I have two, if you'll grant them. The first, allow me to disband the Order formally as my final act as headmaster."
Seth started to protest, but Assassin lowered the axehead in his direction as a silent threat. Seth glared at Assassin with seething hatred. Godric nodded to Rexinon. "Proceed."
As the headmaster of the Hellyrrian Order, he had a mental connection with every member. Without hesitation, Rexinon's eyes began to glow with a brilliant purple hue. This would be Rexinon's final order, and Godric knew it would save thousands.
"My brothers and sisters, hear me now and heed my words. Abandon the Order and save yourselves. Flee to the hills and never look back to what we once were. With my dying breath, the Hellyrrian Order is no more. The governments of Aurelia have played a hand we can't stand against. Anyone who disregards this command will be hunted down and executed without mercy. To the leaders and guild masters of the Order, I charge you with dismantling everything relating to the Order and turning over every artifact and document you can to Godric the Just, Jonathan the Wise, or Assassin the Watcher. I also ask that you help calm those who feel outraged and betrayed by this night. Do not blame the Twelve, as they were little more than pawns in this corrupt game of politics. Farewell, my friends. My family. May the peace we have fought for be found in the coming days."
The glow faded, and he slumped forward onto his hands, his breathing labored. A few moments passed, and he managed to catch his breath but still looked towards the ground.
"The second request I have is that anyone who would heed that warning be spared. The ruling factions wanted me. As long as no one else causes trouble, we know they won't cause too much fuss over it."
His voice took on a much sharper edge as he looked back up. "You call us a cult, though you know we are nothing of the sort. On the contrary, our Order has stood for nearly five thousand years for the betterment of the entire world. How they treated you should tell you that what I said and what we were doing was justified."
"Shut your mouth, Rex!" Seth spat venomously.
Godric glared at Seth. His own anger with this situation was at the point of breaking free. "Be silent! I don't know what kind of grudge you have, but I, for one, don't give a damn what the council said. Rexinon doesn't deserve death for the crimes he's being accused of. Unfortunately, the ruling factions in almost every nation are corrupted and working towards being as corrupt as they were back in our day." Godric sighed. "Regrettably, my hands are tied, though. The law is the law, and I have been overruled on this matter. Regardless of what my conscience thinks, I will abide by the rules of the land."
Rexinon nodded, understanding Godric's situation perfectly. Godric had become the divine embodiment of law and justice at his ascension. While those two things work hand in hand, they are far from the same, and one must often walk a fine line to serve them both. In this case, the choices were clear. In the end, it didn't matter what he chose; he would inevitably betray one virtue or the other. Unfortunately, there was no good way for him to handle this, and Rexinon could see how this was affecting him.
"The majority of the Order will heed my warning. As for the leaders, if any are still alive, they will follow that command to the letter. They'll even aid you in handling any hotheads who resist," Rexinon said.
"The good news is that no one has yet been executed this evening. I'll personally see to it that those who abide by that order are given a chance to live long, productive lives within society. If all goes well, you will be the only casualty of this idiocy."
Rexinon gave the faintest sign of a smile with a halfhearted chuckle as he said, "Godric, one thing I'll not allow is any of the Order's work ending up in the hands of one of those tyrants. Therefore, I demand that Jonathan be given every document, scroll, and tome held within our strongholds for safekeeping." Rexinon felt exhausted. The spell to warn his Order took more out of him than anticipated.
"You're in no position to be making demands of us," Seth said. Godric finally snapped and struck him so hard that he slammed back into the wall beside the fireplace, cracking it. He got back to his feet a moment later, fixed his shirt, and looked down at the blood he'd wiped from his lip. Godric looked back at Rexinon.
"As you were saying."
"Assassin, I'd ask that you secure all our relics and artifacts, regardless of their magical significance. I don't need to tell you what all we have housed around Aurelia."
"No, you don't. The nukes of our time were nothing compared to some of those items," Assassin replied.
"We'll see to it that it's done. There are things within these walls that were never meant for untrained mortal hands," Godric added.
"Thank you."
"As for the texts, Jonathan will have a field day going through everything. There is far too much the council doesn't understand within these walls that we can't afford to lose."
"Godric was right, Rex. I still have everything. Much of which has been quite useful over the centuries,"
Godric turned his head away, no longer able to look Rexinon in the eye. "I no longer deserve the right to call you a friend, but is there anything else you would ask of me?"
Rexinon looked at Godric for a long time and couldn't help but smile. Not at his pain or suffering in following the orders given to him, but knowing that if anyone here had ever been a friend to him, Godric certainly was. With his final words, he left Godric with a warning.
"No, but I'll leave you with this. Be wary of those among you, for one will betray you all. My friend."
Godric nodded, accepting these as Rexinon's final words as a tear ran down his cheek. Rexinon lowered his head, and Assassin enveloped his axe's blade in a purple aura.
"Woah, Assassin, what's with the new color? Never seen that before," Seth asked.
Ignoring the question, Assassin swung the axe, severing Rexinon's head cleanly.
That night, the cries of the Order were heard in every city across Aurelia. All mourning the death of the Order's first, and last, headmaster.
Jonathan fought back tears of his own as he watched the axe's head vanish. Assassin secured the handle on his belt as he walked towards the desk. Godric looked as though he was going to be sick.
"Did you do as I asked?" Godric asked shakily.
"Of course. I may be a trained killer, but even I know this was bullshit, mate."
Seth walked over and picked up Rexinon's severed head by the hair. He held it up before him, a mischievous grin on his face. Then he whispered something into Rexinon's ear.
Assassin's eyes locked on Seth. As he let go of the head, he used one of his abilities, known as shadow step, to cross the distance to where Seth stood. Before Rexinon's head hit the ground, Assassin snatched it out of the air and punched Seth so hard that it sent him flying into the same section of the wall he'd hit earlier. He bounced off it, but the force of the impact sent several of the stones flying into the next room. Seth crumpled to the floor, where he lay unmoving for several seconds. After a while, his head snapped upright, and he began to laugh. He stood up as if nothing had happened and headed out the door. Godric, now seething with anger, watched as Assassin started to go after him. "Leave him. He's not worth your time."
Jonathan paced around the room, waiting for the spell to wear off. His heart ached, and his own anger toward Seth at that moment made him wish he could destroy the man. But that was Seth's way, and they'd all learned to let it go in time. The world began to blur and vanish, reverting to the Archive once again.
He closed the cover, placing the tome back on the shelf with a heavy sigh. His fingers lingered on the binding as he read the inscription, A Complete History of the Hellyrrian Order, Volume 666. Finally, Jonathan let his hand fall to the side as he walked away with his shoulders slumped.
As if speaking to an old friend, he lamented, "Damn you, Rex. Why couldn't you have just left well enough alone?"
As Jonathan walked away, he shed a tear at the loss of one of his closest friends.

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

An actor everybody is pretty much somewhat familiar with, Rowan Atkinson that plays Mr Bean recently made an about 10 minute press release speech and statement. It was directly concerning the freedom of the people of the United Kingdom to merely express themselves, to perform the very human act of communicating and sharing. https://youtu.be/xUezfuy8Qpc
The fact that the U.K is unfortunately by law a tyrannical state that dishes out criminal punishment to anyone who says anything anyone finds offensive, no literally they actually have laws that get you arrested for posting normal song lyrics and other mundane normal usage posts. It's from a recent yet slightly older law from 25 years ago, and it enables anyone to be charged with hate speech for saying or since the advent of social media posting anything anyone ever finds offensive.
I wish it were otherwise but unfortunately these authoritarian tyrannical laws are also present... in Australia and you have probably forgotten but they were on full display in Australia in 2019... when the Pharmaceutical companies became the wealthiest and most profitable companies on Earth... the same companies that sponsor Political Parties,... and Television advertisements,... Social Media companies (like the one your on now) and literally run the tests and produce all medical scientific papers (studies, theories, hospitals, physicians on payroll, fund entire hospitals and livelihoods... etc. etc.) The best example I can remember of the absolute tyranny Australia was under is a case whereby a pregnant women in Victoria was arrested for writing on a Facebook post that she was against lockdowns and supported the protests against them... the Police came and arrested her... for 'Hate Speech'... it luckily enough got picked up media companies (TV stories and articles). Luckily. So the police, after dragging this pregnant woman kicking and screaming out of her apartment (not exactly literally) let her go without charge. She was lucky. Very very lucky. And there is no way she should have had to have been 'lucky' for merely making a post on Facebook.
America simply does not have this problem as written into the very constitution as the 1st Amendment to their constitution by the founding fathers in all of their wisdom, intelligence, good faith and if your religious like they where, filled with divine enlightenment wrote it such that the Government in America has no ability to write any law to restrict people's rights to express themselves (Freedom of Speech), restrict the press (because back then they lacked smart phones, social media and all modern technology, which should be obvious but perhaps it is not and is difficult for people today to even begin to imagine life back then despite it being very loosely similar to today's world) and finallu restrict people's religious freedoms (written in reverse order to this because they were all wise God loving, humble, noble and brave men.
America's 1st Amendment is the only Freedom of Speech law written into its very constitution in the entire world, it is the reason that America is referred to as 'Land of the Free' and the second part of that phrase, 'Home of the Brave.'. As for protests, peaceful assembly had always been constitutionally protected, not violent assembly so riots and revolution is still very much illegal and is met with lethal counter force every time. [As a side note, if peaceful assembly fails to prevent America becoming a Tryrannical State, then the 2nd Amendment is the fail-safe. As the wisdom of the founding fathers literally argued and intendeded]
Australia does not have that phrase and frankly I feel that every Australian that knows that, feels a deep unspoken, subconscious shame over that fact and far more importantly that all Australians simply do not have the constitutional right to even speak their minds freely, as every human being alive desires.
As Rowan Atkinson stated 'Hate Speech' is not real. It is a term used to silence, censor and remove power from whomever those in power disagree and dislike or are offended by. There are seemingly endless examples from history of the evil deeds of enactment of those disliked by existing powers for example, Galileo (ostracised and persecuted by the church and all religious folk for merely stating he believed that the sun was the center of the Galaxy and not the Earth), Nikola Tesla (defamed by the work of Tomas Edison and countless people trying to claim his inventions as their own by way of patent theft and lies for the purpose of advertising like don't by an American organisation NPR over the discovery of radio), (Jesus Christ himself by his crucifixion by my Ancestors, the Romans) and as the last example, the NAZI's by locking up any intellectuals that disagreed or dared critisize any of their doctrine and propoganda, their torture of anyone condemned for death by way of countless sadistic and grotesque torture methods, and some though quite few, for scientific discovery purposes, their burning of the books followed in time by bodies, and lastly their brutal slaughter of the Jews, no evidence of wrongs but only stirring words and speeches from their beloved demagogue, Adolf Hitler and gigantic amounts of absolute propoganda distributed to the masses, orchestrated by NAZI Propoganda Chief Joseph Goebbels and his team. (Which every highschool student should have, though potentially didn't, have already learned from Highschool History class, at least in every Public School, Private Schools may be permitted a different curriculum.) Offensive caused by speech has only 1 solution. More Free speech, Rowan Atkinson a famous actor that has probably more wealth than this entire subreddit conveyed this message, and it would seem as an absolute truth as far as I can tell.
I have written this in hopes of sparking and pasing wisdom and knowledge into whoever needs to have read this. And hopefully you will pass this type of message on yourself from now on. Australia needs the Right of Freedom of Speech written into its very constitution. As demonstrated during COVID19 it needed it years ago but now even more than ever.
And to those that would say it will do nothing but allow mass disinformation, manipulation and mislead people, I would say this, history has proven you absolutely dead wrong on that statement and sentiment, the only solution to offense from speech is more Free Speech and if you silence, censor or try more modern trends of the same kind known as deplatforming or cancelling, then all you do, all you achieve, everything you are trying to stop will only be made stronger, more resilient and more popular then ever before. As examples, take Jesus Christ, he has the Roman equivalent of being hung drawn and quartered, he was crucified, publicly executed like a lamb to the slaughter to send a message of absolute obedience being required to the rest of the herd. Yet because of that Christianity exploded and has been far more viral than COVID19 or any viral video has ever been to date. And for modern times look at Tucker Carlson, deplatformed by pressure from Pharmaceutical companies, lawsuits from shitty voting machine companies and pathologically idealogically fanatic ex employees in lawsuits. Tucker Carlsons show on Fox was the most popular show on Fox News and it drew in about 2 million people every night to watch it... after he was fired... is now getting 35+ million on the regular after he started up on Twitter. I do so imagine that actuall that will be an understatement in the coming future as currently he's on his 2nd episode ever. The 'Streisand Effect' in full unbridled, unstoppable force.
Every Australian deserves the right to express themselves freely, meaning free of all Government persecution and all possible Government and legal persecution. This is and has always been a left wing idea, as the rule of Tyrants; Dictators, kings Pharaohs, Caesar's, Shoguns, Kahns, Lords, Nobles Knights and Emperors have always, always been majority perpetuated by people with conservative temperaments, whereas free thinkers, creative and imaginative people are the minority of people perpetuating the rule of Tyrants.
We here in Australia critisize China for authoritarianism and tyranny when there is weakness in our own ranks. 'Those in glass houses should not throw stones' - some famous person', 'never lay cannonfire on your enemy with a glass cannon' -me. Western countries, especially our home Australians true colours, true laws and beliefs of of people were broadcaster for the world to see during covid. And they paint a very dark authoritarian picture of our nation to the world, something China is more than smart enough to take advantage of... and much to our chagrin they are and have been since Covid ended for us. Chinese propoganda, their Television Channels, all Chinese State OWNED... all of them constantly bring up how Australia, England and America all were even worse if not just as bad as China was during Covid19, and as the best and most convincing propoganda always is... its harrowingly mostly true. (Only, partly mostly thankfully) but domestic Chinese TV isn't the most important propoganda outlet taking the easy win by using our sins in their propoganda... no, that would be the Confucius Institute in Australian Universities. China's unelected ruling communist party (communist in name only these days, just a full bull authoritarian tyranny is their ideology nowadays) main propoganda outlet in Australia is a Chinese University group called the Confucius Institute (I could be wrong about the name and I've spent too long writing this to be bothered to look it up). They target young, impressionable Chinese men and women when they are studying abroad in Australia's universities, our most popular young adult Chinese attraction, I dare say, maybe even 'Global young adult Asian attraction' as I once met a man from Tibet who said exactly that in a course I had to take for my construction job (white card). The Confucius Institute goal is promote CCP propoganda via demonising the way Australia and all Western countries are so that as few young people ever believe in the ideals of Democracy and want to return to China, such that the CCP can perpetuate its tyrannical rule over China forever. Idealogically brainwash 'loose ends' - Mafia Terminology if you understand. They thanks to what happened to Australia under the Lib/Nats Coalition 2019 to late 2022 they distribute and spread half truths about Australia and countless other lies about every part and aspect of life in Australia as well as pay members of their organisation to organise pro China protests, (sign holders and chanters) in Australian Universities, footage of this circulated sparsely in Australian media and articles during 2014-2018 roughly though probably a bit before too. They actively seek out and target specifically ethnically Chinese and often try to emotionally blackmail them, incite fear into them, speak exclusively their propoganda to then and rarely but almost certainly literally blackmail them using the threat of violence, torture and death of their families back in China. Naturally there's no direct evidence of that claim except for Chinese Father and Husband in England that was blackmailed (husband of high ranking shipping Port official wife) they abducted his wife and child and forced the wife read a script to the husband over the phone (utilised emotional and physical blackmail and just directly veiled and unveiled threats, I recommend you look up interviews from the husband) and if you look up the articles of the Confucius Institute from IDK 2011-2018 and have the ability to interpret from what the articles found you can tell the Confucius Institute, only has 1 purpose, to try and perpetuate the CCP's rule of China and stop and protest against their rule, specifically stopping Tiananmen Square type protests from ever happening again. The Tianamen Square Massacre was a global well known proverbial black eye to China that severely hampered every nation's diplomatic relations with China for close to half a century, and the CCP didn't like that as even Tyrants love swimming in money, also the CCP loves stealing technology through trade espionage, China's MAG Lev trains and their entire car industry is built off stolen technology from Western companies dumb enough to deal with companies owned by the CCP. Naturally the Chinese who have been or are being 'convinced' by the Confucius Institute are always the biggest promoters of Anti Freedom ideas, especially the death of Freedom of Speech via hate speech crime laws such as: incitement of violence laws (Victoria mainly), offensive Tweets, Facebook Posts, Instagram Posts,,, Goddamn Reddit posts all hopefully being made illegal and the Liberals God awful rich persons almost exclusive digital world referee, The new E-Safety Commisioner. And like all the God awful Tyrant Commissioner's from TV shows and books if the E-Safety commisoner ever... EVER gets in the hands of the Liberals again it will be used against the normal people of Australia to beat the collective will of normal free thinking Australian's to the ground if not to death. Only complete dumbass Liberal Supporters usually dumb beer drinking sky news watchers (usually fossils) and Young Adult Chinese University Students support ANY of the laws and speech referees I just mentioned.
Again please war h the video I linked at the tiop and if the Politcal State of the U.K interests you for whatever reason then I recommend: Count Dankular (his second channel) the first person in Scottish History tried and found guilty of 'Hate Speech'... from a freakin comedy video. Where he's mocking the very thing they charged him for supporting [funny pug salute video as a direct hint]), Jonathan Pie (excellent wit, fantastic satirist and insult wordsmith wizard, also very yelly, I like him) and lastly Jordan Shanks himself, the namesake of this subreddit, FriendlyJordies. Whenever he actually gets round to covering the U.K his analysis is excellent.
Also a guy from YouTube channel Sargon of Akkad though... fair warning, his videos are really boring but he is quite very articulate.
All Australians deserve the Right of Freedom of Speech. And unfortunately, on Reddit in particular I see far too many Tyrannical Speech Law sympathisers which I personally find truly disgusting and as much as I hate the authoritarian ideas you spout, I will defend your right to say and spread them. If your a real FriendlyJordies fan or agree with his ideas and rhetoric than I already know you support all Australians Right of 'Free Speech'.

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

24 F, TX. I started going to college when I was 16 because my high school paid for it. By the time I graduated my basics were done. I picked my major after the 2016 election, poltical science with a minor in history and I will say this is what I’m passionate about. I mean, I know it’s what all young people are passionate about. But I absolutely eat this shit up. Unfortunately I realized pretty quickly that I fucked myself. I do not want to be a lawyer. I don’t have the money or the GPA (I think I’m riding at a 2.5 and I blame that on not taking it seriously as a teenager) I just turned 24. I still don’t have a degree. I changed my major to computer science at one point, did a semester, then to social work for a semester. I fucking hate computer science. I’m great with computers and the go to IT girl at my job. I’ve had a computer and internet access since I was like 5 so it all comes second nature to me but computer science. I’ve tried to take the coding boot camps, I HATE them. I’m not good at following along at home or WFH. I fail miserably at both. I need someone to report to and to be afraid of lmao. I also have even less interest in healthcare, ANYTHING related to it. It’s literally what every woman down here does and they make stupid good money but it’s just..not for me. I don’t want to. I have a weak stomach on top of not having great customer service skills. I’ve been doing admin/office work for most of my twenties and I do enjoy it. I currently work at a nonprofit and it’s been a great place for me. My title is receptionist but I also do write their grants/all social media post and I think that’s my issue. None of my skills are high paying ones. I’m not interested in sales. Not to sound like a typical gen z’er, but it sounds stressful. I don’t want to have to meet certain quotas and be stressed over that. I would like something simple just 40-50 hours a week and the same paycheck every time. I have loved the non profit world and my personality type fits in perfect for it but I also know they pay caps out around $50,000 and that’s the high end unless you’re an ED or an actual grant writer. Money isn’t everything to me which is why I don’t want to leave my current job right now. I make $35,000 in a LCOL area and I have no student loans. I’m also just not an expensive person so I manage pretty well. I manage to read about a book a week at work, got a grant writing certificate while working, and when I was still taking classes, I could do all my HW/readings at work. My boss is an amazing person and I feel valued/cared for at my job. I started at $10 hr in October but have gotten 2 small raises since then on top of a $2k christmas bonus. I have no intention of leaving right now but i know the time will eventually come and I want to be prepared. I don’t want to just be a receptionist for the rest of my life (even though this is the job that keeps every buisness together and is highly important) Also, I have bipolar disorder. I manage well with a therapist but currently don’t take medication. I have disability accommodations with my school, when I go. I really do feel like this impacts my choices as well since it’s not something that’s going away. I never report this to any job and don’t plan to because of the stigma.

Me (26f) and my partner (27m) have been together for 6/7 years now. I’ve the last few years I have noticed my libido dropping massively but when another person sparks my interest and flirts with me my sex drive shoots up and I generally have a better time with my partner.
Anyway, I have come to realise I am interested in an open relationship and I think if I were enjoying the company of other people I would be more aroused regularly and have more sex with my partner. The sex I have with my partner is very loving, comfortable, tender, and he knows me inside and out. But there are certain things we don’t do together, rough play etc because it’s not his bag. I would love to experience that with someone else.
My partner struggles to understand this because for him, I am enough. Which I struggle to understand because for example, he loves to give oral and I hate receiving it. I always feel a pressure to allow this to happen but if he had someone else to do this with I wouldn’t feel that pressure. (But what he wants or doesn’t want to do is his prerogative, I am happy if he does or does not want to have another partner)
Throughout our discussions his main concerns are

1. What if I leave him for someone else. Which I can’t imagine, I have never met anyone in this entire world quite as incredible as him. How can I ease this feeling?
   
2. What if he can’t get over the thought of me being with another person? I would say this is the biggest one, I think he sees it as dirty. Does anyone have any reading suggestions or advice on handling this?
   

We’ve been discussing this for two or three days now and we’ve been brutally honest with each other which has felt amazing and sort of arousing. I really hope we can work this out.

Reading my old posts here makes me cry. My life was so different when I last posted here. I had been symptom free for only 9 months. I had no idea if it would stay gone forever, if it would come back worse… The memory of CU was so fresh, painful and terrifying.
(keep reading this post before clicking these links, over the past three years, I have learned more than what I posted here, but I post these links to give you insight into the journey and what was happening in real time)
One Month Symptom Free Post in May 2020
Six month symptom free update in November 2020
It’s been over three years since I have had a full cu outbreak. I had a couple of less severe outbreaks in 2021, during a stressful period in my life. These outbreaks looked like redness on my chest, face, and arms, but without the pain, itchiness, and pins and needles feeling of CU.
My life has been so different since I last posted here. CU does not control my life anymore, it is not the first thing I think of when I wake up. I’m not in a constant state of anxiety. My life is feeling really “normal” most days in the best way.
I am not a doctor. This is not medical advice. I am just a person with a story that I hope can help someone.
I had severe cu outbreaks everyday, multiple times a day, from October 2019 to March 2020. In early 2020, I took a leap of faith and saw a naturopath who did a series of muscle reflexology and iridology tests. Her tests determined that I was having problems with my liver and kidneys. I had blood work done around December to try to solve the breakouts, and it came back with high bilirubin; but my doctor shrugged it off and told me my cu was a “probably a food allergy”. (You can see more details in my previous post)
So the naturopath put me on a liver cleanse via supplements for 90 days. On day 93, I noticed I hadn’t broken out in a couple of days… and I haven’t had a full blown cu outbreak since.
I still no longer drink alcohol, I still do not take ibuprofen, I generally just try to be cautious of things that are not good for the liver. I do not eat gluten. I try to sleep well, and move my body every day. I can exercise normally. I’m conscious of what kind of ingredients my soaps and lotions have.
Every now and then I still get itchy skin whenever I start to get warm, but I believe it’s psychological, because I never see the rash.
I have stated in previous posts exactly what I was taking, but I hesitate to do that because I highly highly suggest seeing a naturopath in person who can do the testing. They will get you on what is right for you, which may not be the same as what was right for me. My naturopath did tests to decide what I would be taking, for how long, how many times of day, and at what times of day. It was highly customized to my specific situation.
From my time here in this sub, my own research, and my own experience, cu seems to have underlying causes that are not the same for each person.
I hope this inspires you to maybe try a path you haven’t tried yet, and I send all the good vibe and well wishes your way that this solution could work for you too.
Please feel free to ask me any questions. You are not alone.
EDIT: I tried to post photos with this, but they didn't post for some reason. I had photos of my condition in at it's height in 2020, one of the rash from 2021, and a picture of my skin postworkout now. Let me know if that's something you would want to see and I'll make a separate post.

So, for context:
For the last year I’ve been very unwell. About 2/3’s of my ailments have been intimate issues that have honestly been debilitating, from contracting HSV1 and having outbreaks so severe I can’t walk (let alone go to work or carry out any other activities), being diagnosed with severe recurring thrush, being diagnosed with desquamative vaginitis, frequent and crippling UTIs that leave me bed bound for at least 48hrs. You name it.
It’s not been a fun year.
On top of all of that, I’ve had a host of other medical issues. At one point I was taking 3 different antibiotics, on top of the antifungals and antivirals.
I’ve felt like something has been off for a long time… but no one was taking me seriously.
In the last two months my periods became extremely irregular (they’ve always been super regular and predictable). My cycles increased in length, to around 45-50 days compared to the 26-28 days that they always have been. I also started experiencing irregular bleeding, spotting between periods but sometimes I’d bleed heavily after sex. This has happened twice. One of those times I genuinely though my period had started, there was so much blood, but it stopped after 24hrs and my period came a couple weeks later.
After the irregular periods started, more things began happening. I suddenly lost my appetite (and I’ve always had a HUGE appetite). I wasn’t getting hungry at all, and when I did eat I could barely eat half a meal. I’ve lost 8% of my bodyweight in 6 weeks, unintentionally.
During this time I’ve had a Pap smear done. The results took a LONG time, and my nurse has been brilliant in tirelessly working to obtain those results for me. My results came back HPV Positive with Borderline Changes, and I’m terrified.
I’ve been referred to have a colposcopy and biopsy, but I don’t have an appointment yet.
With all the symptoms I’ve been having, and now this… I’m terrified. I’m only 25 years old.
Does anyone have any advice? Or a similar experience?

Everywhere I look people describe the breakpoint of things like bones in a quantity of force (discovery channel states it takes 4000N to break a human femur for example).
Ruling out things like angle, whether you're hitting the femur long ways or at the end, etc. by assuming everything but area is constant: If you took a mallet and hit a femur with 3500N of force somehow, it should not break according to the above. If you then had the end of the mallet sharpened to be a fine (but sturdy) tip, and hit with the same 3500N (assume the sharpening does not adjust the mass, same acceleration) why would it not then break? And if it does break then the pressure is actually what matters to a breakpoint, right?
By concentrating the force to a smaller area, that area is receiving a greater proportion of the overall force and thus more easily reaches whatever breakpoint the material has, right?
Another way I thought about it is, yes increasing a force enough will eventually break something, but the simple act of increasing a force without changing the area also increases the pressure.
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TLDR: Why does every resource I look at state X object takes Y amount of force to break, if it seems what actually matters to determine if something breaks is Y force / Z area. Am I just unable to find a resource that uses the correct units, or am I an idiot?

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I gonna play a Blood Hunter in the next branch of a almost two years campaign, it's actually the official debut of the class in it and I know that it may be a stupid question, but, concerning the chance of choosing between two stats for all the hemocraft based ability, Does picking Wisdom over Intelligence affect Saving Throws too?

Hi everyone, I'm looking for advice from anyone who has overcome similar challenges with struggling to find your footing as a young adult after university, struggling to find a job even with a degree, or feeling overwhelmed and afraid of the responsibilities and pressures of life.
Who I am: 23 F, Australian, graduated with a bachelor degree at the end of last year. Have been saving up the past 2 years, doing waitressing, nannying, bar work, and as a research assistant while studying, because I wanted to travel this year in 2023. I have a degree in International Security, major in Criminology, and I had aspirations of working as an intelligence analyst in the future.
I moved back to my family home in December 2022, and started looking for work immediately. I completed a hotel reception online course to try to improve my skills and hopefully get a job as a receptionist - after working in a restaurant throughout 2022 I was physically and mentally exhausted, my daily routine, sleep, lifestyle, and mental health were f**ked. I've been selling my belongings online for extra cash. After searching for work unsuccessfully for a few months I got a nannying job. I was continually searching for work, registering with countless recruitment and temp agencies, and applying for many jobs. I recieved an interview at one hotel and didn't get the job. My savings are not where they should be, and this is a problem because I leave to live in the Netherlands on a working holiday visa in August so time has run out and now it won't be possible to get a job in anything other than hospitality. I will have to renew my RSA and hopefully find somewhere I can work on the weekends. At the same time I have been applying for as many graduate programs for 2024 as I can. So far I have been rejected by all of them, including the one I was really hoping for.
This has had an impact on how I feel about myself and my mental health. I feel incapable and of low worth, experiencing constant rejection since I started looking for employment. I feel somewhat scammed with my degree, I feel that it is only valuable as a way into a graduate program and its not really applicable or desirable outside of that - it gave me no real skills combined with the fact that I am 23 and have only had many back-to-back short-term jobs in the hospitality industry, with one research job.
I am really afraid that I won't be able to find sustainable work while in the Netherlands, but it's too late to back out, so here is my plan and I am hoping that someone can tell me what they think of it:
I'm going to talk-up my past hospitality roles to a more of an admin-front-desk orientated role, fake a receptionist job at my friend's mum's company, and provide references that will back me up and know what to say. Whilst looking for this I will work in a bar or a restaurant, and consider nannying if things get bad, but I need to avoid that for many reasons, not limited to a) makes me feel like I am a failure at life, and b) it does not contribute to building my future. I will look for opportunities to upskill, and maybe change paths towards something more creative where my interests naturally are.
Looking back I wish that I had committed to one job in an industry with greater transferable skills whilst studying. To be fair on myself I had no guidance, I thought I was doing the right thing focusing on getting an education, and when I started university I had just emerged from a very turbulent and traumatic time of my life that took years before it stopped heavily affecting my behaviour - to cope with the memories from the past I was drinking, in a toxic situation-ship where I was being used for years, being unable to identify my own needs or look after myself, etc.
Right now I just feel incredibly lost and afraid of the future. Any opinions, tips, or ideas that anyone has would be greatly appreciated.

I have reoccurring abdominal pain. It usually only lasts about a week or two, subsides, and then I may no experience it for months. This time its hung around longer. About 3 weeks now, and its much more painful then usual. The pain starts under my the middle of my rib, spreads around the right and up my shoulder. When this happens the right side of my abdomen distends and feels hard. Its also accompanied by inability to keep food down, pain gets worse when eating or drinking, and I get diarrhea. Oh and some heart burn. Usually I back off of solid foods, and just focus on getting my fluids in as that is most important with POTs.
But I'm now into the 3rd week, I can't keep up with fluids. If i drink to much to fast, I throw it up. I'm drinking warm Gatorade for the most part, some tea, bone broths, and purred squash "soup". Unfortunately my weight dropped down to 119lbs (I'm 5'8") I started to have palpitations, passing out, and syncope episodes while sitting down (only ever have them standing). And for the frist time in my life my blood pressure was high, had a bad headache and I could hear my heart beating in my head. PB is usually 90/50, but it was 130/53. Sitting pulse was about 30 bpm higher than normal, standing was 130+ and all over the place.
I had to go to the ER. I was dehydrated (no surprise), and low on electrolytes. They did several bags of saline, pain meds, anti nausea meds, blood work, and ultrasound. They figured it was my gallbladder, but the ultrasound didn't show anything. They also ultrasound my pancreases, liver, and kidneys.. all good. The ER doc was good, and I was surprised how knowledgeable she was on pots. She said that while she believes that my pain and symptoms are real, they can't find any emergent cause and is referring me to a GI specialist. She also wants me to talk to my PCP about a pot and at home saline infusions in the mean time. She said she thought that if we could take the stress of all the fluids off my stomach them perhaps i can start to get small amounts of food down while we wait to get into the GI specialist.
Few issues, I can't get into my PCP till next week.. so I'm back to trying to get fluids down and keep them down. After the IV I weighed 128.. I did feel significantly better, 2 days out of the ER I'm back to 121. I did try to eat some lentil soup last night.. but threw it up.. I only attempted about 1/2 cup, and ate it slowly over the course of an hour.. didn't matter.. still threw it up. I am going to get some meal replacement shakes and try those.
I know GI issues are common in POTS. It does feel like in the past, because I have POTS, doctors usually just attribute everything to pots and give no solutions to they symptoms. If it were just pain.. I'd suck it up and deal with it.. I do that anyway.. but I can't keep food down, I'm feeling so weak. I don't trust myself to driver, I can barely move around without my heart freaking out and having syncope episodes, or fainting. We only have ONE GI specialist for the entire valley, and traveling further isn't an option at the moment. It could take up to 3 mo to get into him. I don't know what I should be doing in the mean time.. I can't afford to loose anymore weight, I can't keep up with fluids, can't keep food down... I keep hoping that whatever this is (Flare perhaps?) subsides.
I know a lot of Potsies struggle with stomach issues...What have your doctors found, and what should I ask my PCP to look fotry/prescribe/ect? My PCP does try her best to help, and she does take me seriously. What should I do to prepare for the GI specialist. When I went to the cardiologist, I was worried he wouldn't take me seriously so I kept a log of fluids, heart rates, and blood pressure. Should I be doing something similar for the GI specialist? When you are having a hard time keeping food down, how do you supplement nutrition? If you have a port for at home saline infusions.. is it worth it? What should I know?
Also.. since every time I've had tummy issues this is asked by doctors... I don't eat a lot of fat, it seems to aggravate my stomach. I also don't eat dairy.. can't stomach even a little bit of it. I don't eat fried foods.. same thing.. tummy can't handle it. I don't eat a lot of processed foods either. I make almsot everything from scratch. I usually (outside of these times I have these stomach issues) eat a very small meal for breakfast (usually eggs with veggies), Mid day snack (something simple like soup, baked potato, sweet potatoes, squash, small salad) and then dinner is my largest meal, but still pretty small, and I just eat whatever I make for the kids as long as there is no dairy in it. I usually eat this meal right before bed because eating a full meal drops my blood pressure, makes me sleepy and I can't do anything after eating a decent meal. I don't drink soda's, or alcohol. I drink one small cup of coffee in the morning, work on about a gal of Gatorade throughout the day, and have 2 cups of tea (decaf) and 2 cups bone broth. When I can keep food down, I take a multi vitamin, an iron supplement, methy-b complex supplement, and magnesium before bed.
Also, though i've been dx with POTS, we have not had time to rule out possible causes... so I have not had a head CT scan, EDS evaluation, or nerve testing. My husband is in kidney failure and recently lost most of his eye sight, so My health has been on the back burner for a while.. I've been trying to cope the best I can.. obviously I may have overdone it.

The Krogan beat the Rachni who seem pretty tough. So they could probably beat the Reapers.
Step 1. Listen to Shepherd when he tells you about Sovereign and the Reapers right after the Eden Prime Mission
Step 2. Divert all scientific resources towards treating and curing the Genophage
Step 3. Tell the Krogan to get to Baby Making
Step 4. ???
Step 5. The Reapers are here. Anddddd they're gone because a Trillion Krogan with an unstoppable love for fighting and middle launchers just sent them back into dark space.
(This isn't a serious post, just something funny I thought of. I'm just imagining hundreds of Reapers ships retreating after they land because there are billions of Krogan who want nothing more than to turn them into goo)
Although...this does raise the question; how effective would a non Genophaged Krogan fighting force be against the Reapers? Let's assume there was never a Genophage and the Krogan population continued to grow exponentially and they didn't nuke themselves in a civil war.

Hi: I am hoping to donate a kidney to my sister, who is 61. (I’m 56.)
A little background: Several years ago my sister had bariatric surgery resulting in a significant amount of weight loss, although she still has type 2 diabetes (albeit less severe); I believe her blood pressure is also down significantly. She suffered renal failure in January and has been on dialysis since. Biopsy of kidneys show origin of failure was not diabetes.
I have volunteered to donate a kidney to her. (She has several decades left of her life, and four hours of dialysis three times a week is not a way to live them. Plus, I love her.)
We share the same blood type, and her doctor says it’s likely our tissue will be compatible. She’s undergoing the preliminary tests (EKG, etc.); doc thinks she’ll be cleared by July, at which point I will undergo all needed tests.
I eat fairly healthily right now, although I am a daily wine drinker. (I am planning to cut down.) I do cardio 5x a week and am in good physical shape, although I am attempting to lose about 10 pounds. I’m going to try to get my BMI below 25 over the months preceding the donation.
My primary concerns with donating are about lethargy and weight gain post op, while my concerns about my sister is that she may not alter her behaviors post-op, thus compromising her outcomes and the donated kidney. (The bariatric surgery has led her to eat much less, although her diet has not changed—her main staples are still chocolate and fried food.)
I will soon be seeing a therapist weekly to discuss the potential donation and to alleviate general stress.
To the kidney donors out there: pls share your advice with me on what more I can do to best prepare myself physically and mentally. I’m also wondering how I can best to support my sister.
(Ultimately, I know that judging and lecturing others is counterproductive; at the same time, though, she doesn’t seem to have been counseled regarding nutrition post-bariatric surgery, nor has a nutritionist spoken to her since renal failure…)
Lastly, is it common for renal failure to have no known cause…? Does the pre-donation prep involve any kind of genetic testing that might detect syndromes associated with renal failure…?
Thanks in advance for your wisdom!