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From the Journals of Antonius of Jerbiton
The Year of our Order 1220, on the eighteenth day of the sixth month
A man from Swanage approached us today, by the name of Albert. He came seeking a loan to buy a farm from his half-brother, no less than 14£ 5s. The deed contains the rights to the blessed healing spring St. Pons pool, which we would be granted access to until the loan is paid off. The council agreed to lend him the sum, and both Neptin and Gurgeh are to travel with him and the monies to the trial in Studland.
The elderly Raspallion has come out of retirement to cover for Victor, our usual Redcap, who is supposedly ill. He seemed angry at us – for what reason, I could not tell. He delivered to our house a circular from Blackthorn to all the Tribunal, stating that they are planning to buy the pool, then he refused our hospitality and left. Most unusual. Vigilance will be required.
Jaime shifted nervously, holding the two impatient horses in check. The summer morning was already growing hot and uncomfortable, and it was yet some hours til noon. He watched the two cloaked figures picking their way from the shadow of the Manor through the muddy courtyard and tightened his grip on the reins. Lord Gurgeh and Lord Neptin. No horses for these two – no earthly steed would carry these two. They smelt the magic, and it made them fearful, and rightly so, thought Jaime. A short distance behind them lumbered Borbert, carrying a solid oaken chest in his bear-like hands, his feet making huge, deep impressions in the dirt. Jaime's eyes lingered on the chest, imagining the silver contained within, what he could do with such wealth... he looked up, and found himself staring straight into Gurgeh's eyes. The hooded figure smiled knowingly at him as he ambled down the path, his eyes glittering.
Flushing, Jaime quickly cast his gaze down, silently cursing himself. Best not to even think such thoughts – these damn magi can see into a man's mind, its said. Purposely avoiding that knowing gaze, He cast his gaze around at his company, the others who would be making this journey to Studland.
Siegfried sat stiff backed upon his charger, his face completely impassive, his eyes like shards of ice. Damn, he was a cold one, that Teutonic, thought Jaime. Handy with a blade though. As Jaime considered him, he slammed down the visor on his helm with a mailed fist, and gripped the pommel of his sword.
Behind him, Captains Sworder's brown horse shifted impatiently. Jaime shifted his gaze to the Captain as she leant down to pat the horse, making soothing noises. Every now and then he saw her eyes flicker over to the knight, glimpsing his armour and the Holy Cross on his tabard with a hint of envy. The Captain's ambition to become a knight was well known around the covenant, and many agreed that if it were not for the fact of her being of the fairer sex, she would have made a good one. She absent-mindedly raised a hand to her cheek, rubbing the oddly shaped scar there.
Woodrow was at the front of the caravan. Dressed in dusty travelling leathers, he sat easily on his thin, black horse, smoking from a long pipe, hood pulled over his eyes. Jaime caught the smell of strange herbs coming downwind from the woodsman, and wrinkled his nose. Jaime sighed. The woodsman's skill was legendary, but he was renowned for smiling little and saying less. Some company he would be.
The two magi were climbing into the back of the wagon. With a grunt (more of a roar), Borbert flexed his mighty muscles and heaved the chest onto the back of the cart. Jaime heard the jingle of silver, and cast his gaze down again. A few moments later, the cart began to rumble into action. Jaime turned to look at Borbert, who gave him a good natured growl through his thick brown beard. Shaking his head in disbelief, Jaime set off behind the wagon, marvelling at what company fate had brought him into at this Manor. From behind him he heard the heavy thump of Borbert's feet as the huge man broke into a slow jog.
After a few hundred feet the cart suddenly came to a halt. Jaime slowed, puzzled, as he watched Lord Neptin clamber out of the back. For a brief moment Neptin's watery eyes met his, and then he turned into the brush at the side of the trail. Lifting the front of his robes, he clasped his hands before him, and Jaime groaned inwardly as a thick jet of urine streamed forth into the shrub...
The Year of our Order 1220, on the twentieth day of the sixth month
Neptin and Gurgeh have left with the funds. They take with them the knight Siegfried, the forester Woodrow and Captain Sworder, so they are at least well defended - Woodrows keen eye will keep watch for trouble, and it would be a foolish robber who sets himself upon an armoured knight. Neptin takes his shield grog Borbert.They report an unusually large number of beggars on the road - a troubling sign.
Stopping at the Dusty Pony, the company encountered Octavo, a travelling advocate, who offered his services for the upcoming trial. Before negotiations could be concluded, however, Peter de Maulay's men arrived, accusing the innkeeper of unpaid debts of £5. Billy could not pay, and the Constables men evacuated the building and set it ablaze. Neptin reports he used magic to dampen the flames, but there was still some minor damage.
With Octavo in tow (at 6d a day), the company headed to Swanage for the trial. In the town square, Neptin encountered Hectorus, a Quaesitor of some repute, upbraiding a young woman of mysterious identity. Hectorus then interrogated Neptin as to his origins and intents, and delivered dire warnings on the repercussions of breaking the Code. Neptin and Borbert tracked the woman down to a two story townhouse on the north side, but could not manage to gain inconspicuous access.
Mulling over matters in the local inn, Captain Sworder overheard an excited courier talking about a message he had to deliver, and persuades him to have a drink and gossip. Realizing the message is heading for Blackthorn, she followed him outside and waylaid him, forcing him to give up the message. It turns out to appear as nothing more than a letter to a cousin about mundane matters - the edges of the paper seem cold to the touch. Suspicious, she took it back to the Inn, and after deliberating through the night, finally deciding to show Gurgeh.
Gurgeh, unnaccustomed to the early morning hours, nevertheless pierced the enchantment and confirmed that it was a message from the woman, who is Magi, to Blackthorn, describing the companies appearance and requesting help from Goliard. We are fortunate indeed it was intercepted...
Our delegation attended the trial that noon, while Siegfried and Borbert guarded our wagon. Octavo decisively won the case on our behalf - however, as the pronouncement was made, the local priest, Father Bernard, stepped forward and claimed the pool as a miracle working site that properly belonged to the church. The Magistrate agreed all too readily, to Octavo's ire - it is of that learned scholars opinion that the Magistrate had been bribed. Outraged, Oliver entered an appeal, and we convinced Albert to do the same. It is to be held at Corfe Castle, by the Constable himself, in one weeks time. The loser must pay a fine of 10s.
Later that day, the group went to view the pool, and discovered the identity of the Holy Hermit who dwells by the pool - none other than Margentius of Criamon. Not seen for many years, it is widely known he destroyed his lab, his research and all his devices and went into seclusion, Many thought him mad, but some few accused him of following the path of St. Nerius. Hectorus was also there, and it seems his true mission was to dog Margentius into confessing - a task with which he was having little success. Margentius welcomed the magi, and they spoke of St. Pons pool and its powers for some time. Margentius revealed Oliver and Father Bernard had a plan to exploit the pool for profit. He would teach us the secrets of gathering its vis, if we would but prevent it from being abused in this fashion. Margentius could prove a valuable ally.
On the return to the covenant, a mysterious stranger appeared on the road, insisting Gurgeh accompany him to see his father, a great scholar. Gurgeh, in his typical relaxed manner, left with the stranger, and we have not heard from him since. Neptin returned to his lab.
The Year of our Order 1220, on the twenty seventh day of the sixth month
Disaster! The appeal has been lost! Quite unexpectedly, Oliver came up with a brilliant counter argument to Octavo's last accusation, which won him the trial. Octavo is at our doors as we speak, with his bill. He reports that the farm has been granted to Oliver - however the Constable, who is crippled, has decided to verify the holiness of St. Pons pool by allowing it one last chance to heal his ailments. The healing takes place tommorow. Captain Sworder has gone to find Neptin in the hope there may be some way of still claiming a stake on the pool.
Captain Sworder found Neptin's dwarf entertaining some idle grogs. Their horseplay was soon dispersed by an angry glare from the Captain, and the contrite dwarf was soon dispatched with a message for Neptin - "Octavo has returned. The Appeal is lost."
Neptin soon emerged, and together they formulated a scheme to prevent the pool from healing the count. They convinced Wilmere, our ancient and affliction riddled blacksmith, to journey with them to Swanage, and with them went Siegfried, the Teutonic, who did not seem to fully understand what was happening.
The Year of our Order 1220, on the twenty eighth day of the sixth month
Alas, Wilmere's faltering pace meant that by the time the party reached St. Pons, word had spread and a large crowd had gathered, some camping overnight in order to witness the miracle. Neptin and his crew stayed near Margentius's hut - Father Bernard was there, as was Oliver and a broken looking Albert. Oliver was accompanied by a woman of noble birth - the same woman who Neptin and Borbert had tracked through Swanage a week earlier. Also present was the forbidding Quaesitor Hectorus, the wild strays who dog his steps cowed into silence by the presence of the Divine.
At noon, the Constables' coach arrived and the Constable was led to the pool by his physican. Suddenly, Margentius ran forth, shouting "Let me! Let me!". He baptised the Constable fully, and the blessed pool worked its magic - by Divine providence, Peter De Maulay, the Constable of Corfe Castle, was healed, once again standing straight and true, his back and legs untwisted and his eyes clear.
Soon after the crowd began to disperse, and Neptin sat for a time by the pool, conversing with Margentius, who told him the story of the Constable, and how the part the old magi had played in his false baptism had ever preyed upon his mind. When all but the two magi (and old Wilmere, who was dozing in the summer sun) were gone, a bird flew down from the trees and turned into a young woman, who Margentius introduced as Thora, his Filius. She said little, but watched shyly. Margentius asked that she might be admitted to the Covenant of New Road, that she might remain close to the pool when he was gone. Neptin agreed, and thus Thora of Criamon became one of the Council.
It was then that the stranger approached. Dressed in the shimmering blue black robes of the Tremere. He introduced himself as Septcundus Nova Tremendi, and then Neptin knew him, and his guard sprang up, for Septcundus was the pupil of the Archmage Strauss, and a reknowned master of the mind.
Septcundus asked a series of pointed questions in a strangely innocuous tone, concerning Oliver and his whereabouts, which Neptin bemusedly answered, and then turned to take his leave. Neptin and Thora hurried after him, and the three forged a hasty alliance to gain the pool, with Septcundus also being sworn onto the council.
The three magi went to Olivers house in Swanage, but Septcundus' strange manner irritated him greatly, and he turned them out. Unwilling to use their magic, the magi returned to New Road, where they sought out the aid of Fargo, their wealthy patron. Tempted by the prospect of another prosperous farm, Fargo took out a loan for £9, and he and Siegfried went to deal with Oliver the next day, purchasing the farm for £21 and naming the magi as guardians. And so, the pool was won - although Blackthorn will surely seek to contest our claim come next Tribunal...
The Year of our Order 1220, on the 3rd day of the seventh month
Margentius and Hectorus came to the Covenant today. Margentius brought with him the silver sieve we must use to harvest the Vis from the pool, and formally handed the guardianship of the pool to Thora, on behalf of New Road. Hectorus witnessed the agreement, recording it in a large ledger. Margentius then agreed to attend the next Tribunal to renew his oath to the Order, which mollified Hectorus somewhat. His testimony will be a valuable asset to us in the inevitable coming conflict with Blackthorn.
From the Journals of Antonius of Jerbiton
The Year of our Order 1221, on the 22nd day of the seventh month
The Constable of Corfe Castle has invited us to send representatives of our Household to his Hunt, one weeks hence. He also expressed admiration for our new tower - it seems our expansion has not gone unnoticed. It would be advantageous to maintain good relations with him, but it is rumoured that the Constable is close to open defiance of the Crown, and he may be seeking to count his allies - or potential enemies. We should choose our representatives carefully - mishandling this situation may give our enemies at Tribunal ammunition to accuse us of meddling in the affairs of mundanes.
With one final sigh to steel himself, Kaldan pushed open the door to Fargo's opulent chambers. As expected, the merchant's huge bulk reclined in a large, elaborate chair; his head tipped back guzzling as the servant boy Henry carefully held an ornate cup of wine to his fat lips. As the knight entered, the serving boy looked up excitedly, his eyes wide with silent awe. Fargo pushed the cup away and smiled obsequiously, inclining his head and spreading his pudgy hands in a welcoming gesture.
"Ah, welcome Sir knight!" Fargo bobbed and fawned from his comfortable chair. "So gracious of you to attend." Kaldan gave a curt nod, betraying no emotion through his closed helmet, and stared straight ahead. Both he and Fargo knew that since the fire he had little claim to calling himself knight, save his mount, his armour and his title of "Sir." Fargo seemed to take great relish in using it, Kaldan was fairly certain, as a refined form of mockery.
Fargo beckoned the knight forwards, and called for more wine. The servant boy, still gaping at Kaldan, tipped the cup awkwardly, and wine spilt down Fargo's many chins and onto his fine robes. Fargo shrieked and heaved himself to his feet, his ornate walking stick raised high in anger.
Henry managed a few stuttered words before the stick came down hard on his head. There was a loud crack, and he fell to the floor. "Idiot boy!" roared Fargo, as the stick came down again and again. "Don't you realise that this tabard cost more than your wretched village is worth, little fool?"
The stick rose again, and was caught by a mailed fist. Fargo turned to look incredulously down his immobilised arm, into a blank steel visor.
"Enough." Kaldan's word fell into place like a tombstone.
Fargo flushed a deep and ugly red, his eyes narrowing like a snake. "You dare..."
Kaldan said nothing. His grip remained like solid iron. Henry watched from the floor, too afraid to move.
Fargo glared at the knight, and then dropped the stick with a queasy smile. "How charming, that you have retained your knightly graces, despite your... misfortunes. It matters not – we have more important matters to discuss than mere serfs. Get out, boy!" He shouted at Henry as he wriggled out of the knights grasp. Kaldan turned away, surreptitiously wiping his hand on his chest in disgust. When he turned back, Fargo was once again ensconced in his chair.
"As you may have heard, our good friend the Constable is holding a boar hunt. What you may have not heard, given your, shall we say, reduced circumstances..." Fargo oozed with mock sympathy.
"Get on with it." growled Kaldan.
Fargo leaned back, satisfied he had touched a nerve. "...is that our good friend Peter de Maulay is within a hairs breadth of rebelling against the boy King Henry. He is claiming custody of Corfe until Henry comes of age, and no doubt this hunt is but a thinly veiled excuse to seek political allies. Keep your ears and eyes open, Sir knight. As far as that helmet of yours will allow, anyway."
Kaldan paused for a moment, and then nodded. "If that's all?" he muttered with as much grace as he could muster.
"Hmm? Yes, yes, you may go, Sir knight." Fargo's attention had switched to his stained tabard, which he was dabbing with a cloth. He languidly waved the knight away as he rubbed at the dark red stains at his breast.
Kaldan turned and left without another word. He let out a deep breath as he closed the door behind him, and slowly unclenched his fists. Looking up, he saw Antonius seated on a bench nearby, grinning as he played with a small wooden puppet, making it jig and dance. Antonius looked up with a smile and winked. Kaldan decided to head in the opposite direction - he had had enough intrigue this day.
The Year of our Order 1221, on the 16th day of the eighth month
Duffus has returned, alone. The dwarf claims that Thora and her party did not return from the forest where they went to hunt the boar. The other hunters were less than pleased, and did not treat the dwarf kindly. Their horses have been taken into the Constables custody.
From the letters of Brother Luc of the Cistercians,
In the year of our Lord 1223
My dear reader, I have a sad and terrible tale to tell, of the death of a great and pious man at the hands of the foul sorcerer known as Septcundus Nova, may his name be cursed for all time.
The great knight Sir Gilbert now lies crushed by rock, far below the darkened earth. My noble Lord Gilbert was set upon slaying the dragon that has haunted Lulworth for centuries past, and I too had sensed an evil presence below the hill, that somehow meant harm to our King. We had been camped at its base for some weeks, attempting to pass through the sorcerous forest which protected its peaks. When the magi approached our camp, Gilbert received them cordially, and despite my great apprehension, I thought that maybe these strange men were sent from God, to aid us in our quest. How wrong I was.
They led us through the forest, and its talking beasts and other such wicked things, and took us through the damned houses of the fey, who are not Gods children. We came to a great well that we believed to be the lair of the dragon, and it was there that this sorceror, Septcundus Nova, revealed the full depths of his depravity. Here is a man who blew great holes in the earth at a touch with reckless glee, wide enough for a man to walk through. Metal and wood rotted at his unholy gesture, and he showed no love or humility to God.
I will not speak of the evils we saw in that place - suffice to say that eventually we came to see that the Dragon was but a statue. I counselled a retreat, but the cursed wizards had by this time enchanted my noble Lord, and in that dank and Godless place, I could not reach him. We continued on far below the earth, until Nova the thrice cursed collapsed the ceiling with his magicks. Brave Lord Gilbert was caught under the rocks, as well as his noble squire Paul, a boy who had not yet seen sixteen winters.
It was then that I fled from that cursed place, praying as I had never prayed before, and it was only through the providence of our Lord that we managed to escape, in the company of Gilberts remaining men and a knight who I was able to free from the sorcerors enchantments.
Does it not say in the bible, Thou shall not suffer a witch to live? This unholy man, this sorceror, is an abomination - I call upon all good and pious men to denounce this vile serpent, and look to his destruction, lest he collapse our castles and cathedrals around our heads.
"Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. I will repay."
It was unmistakable now - the giggling and spluttering coming from deep below the earth, drawing closer with every passing second. Thora watched desperately as Gurgeh mumbled and muttered over the spell of protection, his head bowed deep in concentration. A bead of sweat ran down the magi's forehead and dripped off the end of his nose as the cool morning air grew oppressively hot around them. Gurgeh traced a circle in the dirt and then rose to his feet, absently mindedly dusting off his knees.
"There, it's done. I'm sure we'll be fine now." Gurgeh smiled calmly at the rest of the group, who seemed to be staring past him, their expressions frozen in horror.
With slow, terrible majesty, Pitsdim rose out of the pit, his arms hung wide as if in a gesture of welcome. Through the rippling heat haze his eyes burned like coals set deep in his skull. The apparition's mouth split into an insane grin, maniacal laughter bubbling up through his cracked and missing teeth.
Pale as a ghost himself, Septcundus cautiously approached the pit, stumbling slightly on the uneven earth, his usual sneer entirely absent in the face of the apparitions fury. Pitsdim craned his head down to regard the thin, pale figure beneath him. Holding his gaze steady in the blazing heat, Septcundus nervously cleared his throat and bowed deeply before the spectre.
"Hail the great Lord Magister Pitsdim, Flame of Calebais! Mighty lord, pray hold your fire. We are here to join forces, and help burn your traitor enemies to ash!"
There was a long silence. Slowly, Pitsdim grinned... and then frowned, and sniffed the air. His coal black eyes narrowed as he sensed the pull of magic woven into the Tremendi's words. "Trickery, is that the way of it? The weapon of cowards! Worms! BURN, and be judged in the eternal fire! ALL... SHALL... PERISH!" Pitsdim roared with fury. "Burn, flies! BURN! DIE! AHAHAHAHAH!!"
With these last words, great arcs of searing flame sprang from Pitsdim's hands, crashing into the small party like falling stars. There was a blinding flash - the fire shield Gurgeh had conjured up rippled and then gave way to the flaming bolts, and Eleanor staggered backwards with a cry, dropping her flaming hot sword to clutch at her eyes. From his hiding place amongst the trees, Woodrow came running to pull the struggling captain back to safety, knowing that neither of them had a weapon that could harm such a creature. This battle was in the hands of the magi now. God help them all.
Septcundus picked himself up out of the dirt, beating out his burning robes with blistered hands. Gasping for air through his ravaged throat, he squinted through the heat haze to see Gurgeh staggering to his feet, his hands twisting through the complex motions of spellcasting. He caught Septcundus' eye and nodded confidently. Septcundus felt his heart leap up into his throat.
With a final incantation, Gurgeh flung out his arms at Pitsdim. Nothing happened. "Hmmm." Gurgeh looked puzzled. He held his hands up in front of his face and regarding his fingers, which seemed to be crumbling into a fine powder. "Oops." With an expression of mild surprise he turned to Septcundus, shrugged, and dissolved into sand.
Drawing a ragged breath, Septcundus swung round to face Pitsdim. Almost choking, he called out more words of power as Pitsdim roared in outrage. He felt another burst of flame break through the shield and wash over him.
Septcundus crumpled to the floor like a rag doll, howling with pain as the fire set every nerve ending alight with searing, razor sharp agony. The flames burrowed deep into the core of him, sweeping through veins and arteries, greedily consuming, devouring his essence all the way to the wizards core... where the Wolf lay.
In the ravaged core of the Tremendi wizard, the Wolf lay in the darkness on its side, breathing shallowly. The Snake coiled tightly around its legs, its arms, its throat, as intimate as a lover. The battle between the two entities had long been lost and now, covered in innumerable bloody cuts and bites, the Snake hissing mockingly in its ear, the Wolf lay breathing shallowly and waited for death.
Flames rushed in. The Snake hissed. Feebly, the Wolf opened an eye.
Its lip curled back in a snarl.
Septcundus opened his eyes.
The wizard's night blue robes hung in shreds, his skin raw and smoking. Looking up, he saw Pitsdim hovering above him, a hazy grey image now, blinking and unfocused. Drawing a ragged breath, Septcundus summoned his last vestiges of power. Eyes tightly shut, he muttered the magical formula's with the fervency of prayer, all the while waiting for the flames to wash around him and consume the last of him utterly. He felt the ghost's will set against him, holding firm... and then wavering... and finally, blessedly, breaking.
The ghostly flames flickered and died, letting air rush in to everyone's lungs. The hazy old spectre bowed his head, hanging in mid-air, and glowered at Septcundus, looking for all the world like a sullen, defeated child. "What is your wish then... worm?"
Septcundus rose to his feet slowly and imperiously, eyes glinting with triumph as he regarded the defeated ghost with chin held high. "The Bell of Ibyn. You know the way, don't you old spirit? Take me there."
Pitsdim paused, and then threw back his head and boomed with laughter. Still laughing, he drifted forward and dived straight at Septcundus, disappearing into his chest. Gasping, Septcundus stumbled back as if pushed, and then slowly straightened up.
Turning to look over his shoulder, his eyes flickering with tiny flames, he smirked. With that last look, Septcundus turned and stepped into the pit.
- Last sighting of Septcundus Nova Tremendi, Winter 1228AD
"T-that one... a-a-and t-that one... oh yes, here, this o-o-one, certainly..." Edward the White carefully picked his way across the cavernous chamber, his shoulders hunched, his eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. Trailing him to either side, fearful grogs plucked seemingly innocuous bits of debris - bones, plants stems, bits of glassy stone - from the swathes that littered the floor, bundling them into rough cloth sacks and pouches.
Bruised and weary, Eleanor watched as the failed apprentice hobbled about. Both fear and natural reticence had apparently been forgotten in his excitement over the chambers contents - he had even allowed his hood to fall back, exposing the horrific burns that covered the side of his face from temple to jaw. She cast a troubled eye over the battered remnants of her Turb. Too many lost, she thought bitterly. Lost on this madmans venture, following a man wearing faerie shoes.
The captain thought of the men left behind with the wagon at the foot of the narrow, winding stone stairs that led high into the mountain, their pale faces staring up as they disappeared into the smog. She remembered the hail of fist-sized stones that fell upon them like a storm when they reached the summit, and how one had split Red Eoghans head open like an overripe fruit before Sir Guillaume, stones battering at his heavy steel armour, had cleared the barricade of fallen rock which clogged the entrance. Once inside, creeping along the tunnels by wizard light, more men had been crushed by falling stones, or run screaming into the darkness chased by twisted little men with grotesquely bulging eyes. Leo and Josef they had later found lying in pits, their necks broken. Some they never found at all. They were still out there, somewhere in the darkness.
Eleanor looked over at Gurgeh. Rubbing his chin with a faraway look in his eyes, he seemed to be deeply intent on a large, ornate and empty book-stand. Either that or he was simply daydreaming. Having known the wizard for some years, she knew this was entirely possible. The captain shook her head in wonder. She had always half-suspected Gurgeh of being some kind of lazy mystic charlatan, but this journey had put paid to that. Gurgeh had shielded them from the rains of stones and collapsing ceilings that threatened to crush them with every step, and blown apart the rocks when they had become trapped by cave-ins. He had dispersed the poisonous fumes that threatened to choke them with a wave of his hand, and when they grew lost in the winding warren, he had raised his hands, and a flock of white birds had come bursting forth from his sleeves, leading them to this very chamber. The grogs, who had often scoffed and chuckled at the absent-minded and affable scholar behind his back, now regarded him with awe and something almost approaching reverence, though they still held little love for him and crossed themselves in his wake. If not for the wizards magic, they would have all died in the darkness many times over. Then again, said a voice in Eleanor's head, if not for the wizard we might not have ever come here to this God-forsaken place, to die like flies. Around her, there was more gold than a hundred men could carry glittering amongst the darkness, enough to make them as rich as the greatest lords in England, but it was all for naught if they did not survive the journey home. But it is not gold the wizard has come for.
The captain tightened her grip on her sword. "Magister," she called out. Her voice echoed oddly in the cavernous chamber. Gurgeh blinked, and ponderously turned his gaze towards her, his expression blank. He seemed to take a moment to recognise her, and then smiled his usual amiable smile, his head bobbing gently.
"Make haste, if you will. Too many of my men are dead or lost. It is no time for daydreams." said the captain.
"Leave?! Nonsense!" Sir Guillaume came clanking up and lifted his ornate visor. "What about the dragon? I'll not have it said that Sir Guillaume of Comminges fled craven from an oversized lizard!" The knight swung about boisterously, rattling his sword and scouting every corner. He lifted a broken chair leg and peered under it, as if a dragon might be hiding there. Guillaume had not shown a trace of fear throughout the whole journey - he seemed utterly convinced that God would protect him from any possible danger and they would all be tucked up in some roadside tavern by dusk, eating roast chicken and drinking good brown ale. Eleanor was beginning to suspect that he did not entirely comprehend where they were or what was going on, and that despite his great skill at arms Sir Guillaume had perhaps taken one too many blows to the head during his illustrious career.
"We are not here to slay a dragon, Sir. That part has been taken care of. By you, less than a moons turn ago." Eleanor took care to speak slowly and carefully, so as not to confuse the towering knight. "Outside the Veil. With the blade that Hastus forged." Eleanor continued, trying to jog his memory. "You are holding it in your hand at the moment."
"Oh." Guillaume looked down at the sword. "Oh! Aye, I did, didn't I?!" The knight beamed proudly. "So, we're here to kill another one?"
Eleanor shook her head, and the knights smile melted, his shoulders slumping with disappointment. "Oh. Well, what are we doing here then?"
"The book." Gurgeh had gone back to staring disconsolately at the empty book-stand. "Sigusens Tome. Imagine it... a dragons perspective of the nature of the universe... I even helped him write some of it. But now...hmm... it's not here. Its been... moved." He spoke as if he had just comprehended the fact, and turned to look at them with wide, sad eyes, like an upset child waiting for someone to tell him what to do next. The others stared back at him uncertainly.
"O-oh! Oh, m-m-my..." Edward's stammered exclamation came from across the chamber, where he was kneeling amidst the rubble. He rose to his feet slowly, holding an orb of green glass. "N-n-now there's a f-fine piece. H-h-hastus will be most p-p-pleased, yes..."
As Edward turned the orb over in his hands, a shrill, nasal voice echoed out from the darkness. "Thief!" it screeched, "Thief, I call you! Sees too much, this one does, said and true! PUT HIS EYES OUT!" A jagged rock on the floor went spinning up into the air and caught Edward under the chin as he cast his startled gaze about, looking for his accuser. His head snapped back, and he reeled and fell to the ground, unmoving. The orb rolled out of his outstretched hand.
Cursing, the grogs scrambled to their feet, swords and spears in hand, searching the shadows at the edge of the wizard light. Armstrong and some of the other fighting men made a protective circle around Edward, shields raised, while Skinny Thom the woodsman knelt to inspect his wound. "There!" shouted Eleanor, pointing across the room. Guillaume followed her shocked gaze and hollered as he saw a small ugly face poking out from behind a crevice. The creatures eyes bulged horribly as the knight went barrelling towards it, armour clanking and rattling. It tried to scuttle away on its little legs, but Guillaume caught it by the scruff of the neck and hoisted it up to the light. The little man twisted and writhed in his grip, legs kicking wildly at the empty air. "No!" it shrieked. "Let go!"
"Small chance of that." Guillaume regarded the wriggling creature with disgust. "Who in God's name are you? What are you up to, scuttling about in the dark?" The creature spat and hissed like an angry cat, and when it's eyes began to bulge again Guillaume gave it a good hard shake. The little man squawked with dismay.
Gurgeh hunched down and peered closely at the creature, holding up his wizard light. "Hmmm... a dwarf of some kind, seems like. One of the fey folk who dwell underground. They weren't here before. Interesting." Rubbing his chin, the wizard tottered off to kneel beside Edward, the grogs parting hastily to allow his passage.
Eleanor stepped closer to the dangling thing. Whatever it was, it was caked in grime and stank of old sour sweat. Eleanor wrinkled her nose. "Answer the question then, dwarf. What are you doing here?" The captain's tone brooked no argument. The dwarf hung in sullen silence, and then began to laugh.
"Enough!" growled Guillaume. He knelt and slammed the little dwarf to the ground, pulling out the cross of St. George and holding it up to its face. "Mercy!" the dwarf screamed when it saw the holy cross. "Mercy, I beg you!" It thrashed wildly, twisting desperately away from the Christian symbol.
Eleanor knelt beside it, her face dark with anger. "Mercy such as you showed my men? You slew them in the dark with cowards tricks, you little wretch. Answer, in the name of Christ! Who are you? What is your business here?"
Compelled by the power of the cross, the dwarf spoke. "Hunfrid is my name, said and true, and beyond the shadows lurk my kin. Once we dwelt in the hills of Simonside, and Roarie was our king, but that was long ago. A small band we are now, and the dragon is our master. Bound we are, to guard against trespassers."
Guillaume shook the dwarf again. "Your master is dead, dwarf. The dragon Sigusen lies slain by my own hand, with this very blade, and his hellish brood scattered to the four winds. Even now, his carcass lies rotting in our holdfast beyond the Veil. I think." He gave a quizzical look to Eleanor, who nodded her confirmation, then glared back at the dwarf triumphantly.
"The knight speaks true," said Eleanor. "Sigusen is dead and his sons scattered. You have no master now. You and your band are free. Let us pass unhindered, and no harm need come to you."
The dwarf stared at them for a long time, its expression unreadable. Slowly, an ugly smile began to creep over its face, and then it threw back its head and cackled with fits of laughter. Other voices joined in from the darkness, a cacophony of sniggering and jeering that seemed to come from all directions at once. Eleanor looked around, her expression cold and hard. "What fools you are, said and true, to believe the master slain by the likes of you!" sneered the dwarf. "Old was our master when Caesar first came in his long ships to set foot in Britain. The dragon is wiser and more cunning than any mortal man can hope to be. The master sees all, knows all. And how sweetly do you dance to his tune!"
The voices beyond the darkness hooted and hissed, becoming deeper, angrier. The little dwarf continued. "Hear me, and hear me well, children of Adam. You are ignorant like all your kind, and do know not what great insult you deal us, coming here and taking that which does not belong to you. Leave this place. Leave our halls and return to the lands of men. If you will not, we will kill your wizard and mount his head on a stick. The rest of you will wander blind and starving, and one by one shall we hunt you, said and true, killing each in the dark and eating the flesh while the rest listen to the screams. And when our lord returns, he will make himself a nest of your bones, and there you will remain, forgotten by all, forever in darkness."
Eleanor's gaze flickered involuntarily over to Gurgeh, who was cradling Edwards head gently in his hands and humming in a low voice. The dwarf speaks true, she thought grimly. If the wizard dies, we will never leave this place. She thought about how long it had been since she'd seen sunlight, and breathed sweet clean sea air of the cove - it felt like years ago, another lifetime.
Guillaume shook his head darkly. "A wicked thing this, and heathen too. And the stench of it! Like meat gone rotten. No good can come of bandying words with such a creature." Eleanor nodded grimly, looking down with disgust at the squirming thing as she rose to her feet. She remembered her men, running screaming into the darkness to die, and how the creatures had laughed as they capered after them. "Make an end of it."
Intoning a solemn prayer, the knight wrapped his huge mailed fist around the dwarfs skinny neck and snapped it like a twig. The dwarf croaked, eyes bulging, and lay still. As the knight pushed himself to his feet, its body seemed to curl up into itself, shrinking even smaller, it's skin turning from maggoty yellow to a lifeless grey. There was a terrible hush... and then screaming and wailing voices screeched from the shadows, and rocks came flying from all directions. "Murderers! Brigands! Kill the wizard! Die in darkness! Kill the wizard!"
A huge jagged rock the size of a roast chicken hurtled towards Gurgeh, and bounced off this shoulder. He seemed not to have noticed. Another one, sharp as a dagger, bounced off his back and went spinning off into the debris. The third hit his face and bounced down into his hand. "Hmmm..." said Gurgeh, and rose slowly to his feet. Men cowered behind battered shields as he ambled towards the fallen dwarf, rocks of all shapes and sizes pelting him from all directions and each one bouncing harmlessly off him and rolling away. The voices in the dark howled in fury, but try as they might, they could make no mark upon the wizard. They muttered darkly amongst themselves, and subsided into angry silence.
The wizard knelt by the pitifully shrunken corpse, taking a knife from Skinny Thom, who had been hiding under a broken cartwheel. The hunter watched in horrified fascination as Gurgeh, mumbling unintelligibly, plucked one of the dwarfs bulging eyes out and cut through the veins that bound it to the skull. Nodding graciously, Gurgeh handed the knife back and slipped the eyeball into one of the many pouches about his belt. Thom retreated with a mumbled "M'lord", bobbing his head and holding the knife with his fingertips as if it were some rotting animal.
Gurgeh rose to his feet once more, absently dusting off his robes. The others looked at him in stunned silence. "It must be here somewhere..." he said to nobody in particular. He held the stone in his hand aloft. "Creo Ignem," he whispered, and a bright white light flared up, illuminating in stark relief the four rocky tunnels which twisted away from the chamber into darkness. The others blinked and shielded their eyes as the wizard turned in a slow circle, his mouth working silently as if doing sums under his breath. Suddenly he stopped, nodded to himself, and wordlessly ambled off towards one of the tunnels.
Guillaume clapped his visor shut. "Seems that's the way, then!" He boomed cheerfully. He clapped Eleanor on the shoulder and strode off after the wizard.
Eleanor shook her head. The greatest mind and the greatest sword arm we have, and not a drop of common sense between them, she thought ruefully. "Thom. Armstrong. Go with them. Make sure the wizard gets back in one piece, if you want to see daylight again." The two grogs nodded and hustled after the sound of Guillaume clanking footsteps. She watched the four of them turn a corner and disappear into the dark.
The door to the Tower of Shadows opened slowly, as if caught in a breeze, and shut again with a faint thump. A few seconds later, a figure faded slowly into view. Herrick pulled down his hood, his expression blank, his eyes glowing softly in the gloom.
All was dim, tiny points of light here and there casting long, thick shadows. Ornate furniture huddled in the darkness. Ahead of him lay a white stone staircase which twisted around and upside down like a great serpent, coiling around the inside of the tower and disappearing into darkness far above. Into the wall above the base of the stairs was cut a little alcove, and inside it stood a band of little wooden men, each bearing a tiny instrument. As Herrick watched, a spotlight flared up on them, and they floated to their feet. Tinny music began to play, cheerful but slightly off key as they jerked and bobbed around, their painted smiles fixed on Herrick.
Another spotlight appeared, illuminating a brightly coloured puppet who came bobbing towards him with an unconvincing floaty walk, the spotlight following as if operated by some unseen and unsteady hand. It halted a few feet away from Herrick and raised its little wooden cap politely.
"Welcome, visitor!" It's wooden mouth rattled open and shut, out of sync with the tinny, nasal voice which came out of it. "I'm afraid Master Arcadius is out on business at the moment, but perhaps you'd care to leave a message?" The little servant gestured awkwardly to a nearby figure made of intricate bands of metal, its lower half built in to a small desk. With smooth, robotic movement it dipped a quill into a pot of ink and bent over a parchment laid in front of it. It looked at Herrick with its smooth, expressionless mask, quill poised in readiness.
Herrick frowned, and waved a hand. The desk splintered and cracked, turning black with rot and collapsing. There was a shriek of metal as the scribe buckled in on itself, warping on the spot until it fell into a twisted, useless heap.
Shrieking in fear, the little servant spun round and tried to bob away, getting about four floaty steps before Herrick stepped on its back. Picking it up with rough, callused hands, he slowly twisted it apart, the wood rotting and cracking at his touch while the band continued their merry ditty. They continued to play as he destroyed them, the music dying away as they twitched and lay still and broken.
In silence, Herrick made his way up the stairs. The tower seemed to have no rhyme or reason - corridors stretched away at odd angles, lit only by flickering candles, and the doors leaned and stooped crazily, no two alike. He went past chairs attached to walls, and tables attached to ceilings, shelves and trapdoors dotted well beyond where any human might reach them. As he walked, spotlights would light up and illuminate more little puppets going through their jerky routines. Herrick ignored them. He could sense what he was looking for. He was getting close now.
He turned a corner and came to a short, fat door made of stout oak. There was a heavy lock on the outside, and two painted wooden soldiers stood stiffly to either side. With a gesture Herrick reduced them to splinters, and took the lock in his hand. Rust spread out from his touch, and within seconds it fell away, useless and broken. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The dwarf sat against the wall, wrapped up in so much thick chain that only its ugly face was visible sticking out of the top. It squinted groggily up at Herrick. "Master...?" it croaked.
"Not yet," said Herrick, his voice deep and gravelly. "But he is coming. Hastus is gone, Antonius is gone... it is time." He stared at his feet. "I... I've put this off for far too long."
Herrick touched the dwarfs chains, and they fell aside like mouldy old rope. The dwarf spilled out and sprang to his feet, peering up at Herrick intently. "What was stolen must be taken back," it spat. "The thieves must pay, said and true."
"Thieves?" Herrick gave the dwarf a long stare. "Hear me, dwarf. This is not about gold". He leaned closer. "The Order slew my brothers and sisters, the only family I ever knew. We swore their oaths, we followed their Code, and in return they slew our entire House, every apprentice, every familiar, every man, woman and child. Slaughtered, and the corpses burnt to ash, until no trace of us was left. Our sigil is stricken from the Quaesitors records. They thought to wipe all trace of us from history. They called this extermination justice, to hide from the shame of their sins." His voice lowered to a growl. "Well... there is still a trace of House Diedne left here, standing before you. I will show them justice. I will show them what it means to be hunted like beasts."
Herrick was roaring now, eyes bulging, spit flying from his mouth, speaking with many voices instead of one. The dwarf cowered at his sudden fury, grovelling at Herricks feet as his voice became a gale. "We shall last as long as the wind blows hot on the back of your necks, as long as storms pound your tower walls, as long as waves smash the sides of your ships, as long as the merciless sun looks down upon your abominations, sees your sins and call out for vengeance! I am Herrick of House Diedne, and I am Llewellyns curse made flesh!"
Slowly, carefully, the dwarf crept to his feet as the tirade ended. Herrick stood breathing raggedly, staring into the middle distance as if seeing events long past, his eyes wild. A solitary tear ran down his cheek and into his ragged beard. He blinked, focused on the dwarf and took a deep breath. A heartbeat later his expression was blank, unreadable.
"Come," he said. "We have work to do."
Barefoot and dressed in rags, he walked.
Days blended into weeks and still he went on, his feet covered in cuts and blisters, his knees scraped raw. Still ever onwards, he walked. And walked. And walked.
The road had given way to a winding trail some miles back, and the trees grew thicker and larger, looming overhead as he made his way. Slowly the sun dipped behind the horizon, and the shadows grew long. Still he walked on. There would be no rest for him this night. Perhaps there would be no rest for him ever again.
After some time, the path gave way to a clearing. Four rough looking men were skinning a deer while another tended a small fire. They were armed, and dressed in ragged furs and boiled leather. As the traveller walked towards them, they cursed and drew their knives. The man tending the fire eyed him shrewdly.
"Well now, who's this? Walking alone in the forest at night, eh?" He clapped his knees, pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, and walked slowly towards the traveller, hand resting easily on the hilt of his longsword. "You should be careful, man. There might be bad folk about." He grinned, his teeth black and broken.
One of the skinners grabbed the traveller roughly, yanking him hard by his ragged hood and pressing a knife up against his throat. He felt the skinners hot, fetid breath against his neck while a stooped blonde man rifled through his rags. He said no word, offered no resistance. The blonde man looked back and shrugged at the firekeeper.
"No weapon, no purse. Some stinking beggar, looks like."
The firekeeper shook his head, grinning. "What would a beggar be doing in the forest? There's not many alms to be had round here, lad. None at all, in truth. Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The traveller twisted his head round. He looked at each of the men in turn, and turned to the firekeeper. "I'm the greatest swordsman in the world." he hissed.
The firekeeper looked him slowly up and down, at the tattered rags, the bare blistered feet, the muddy, shivering scarecrow with scratched and bloody knees, and bellowed with laughter. The others joined in, snorting and jeering to each other. More men crept out of the trees, moving into the firelight to join in the mockery. In all there were a dozen, maybe more, hard and cruel men with cold eyes.
"Is that right?" Laughed the firekeeper through his blackened teeth. "Oh, well this I must see, with me own eyes too, thats for sure!" He pulled his longsword clear of its scabbard, its blade glinting in the moonlight. "The greatest swordsman in the world, eh? Give him a sword then, lads!"
The men formed a ring. A nicked and well used sword was thrust into the travellers hand and he was shoved into the center, where the grinning firekeeper circled him like a cat. He prodded the traveller with his blade, leering in the firelight. "Come on then, man. Lets see what you can do."
The traveller swung forward, his blade moving at blinding speed. The firekeeper stumbled backwards, his grin turning to astonishment as his blade was sent spinning through the air. The traveller spun and sliced upwards, and suddenly the firekeeper howled as his ear came flying off in a spray of blood. He raised his hand to fend off the blade, gaping like a fish, and the blade swished left, slicing off his fingers to the knuckle. He fell to one knee, clutching his bleeding hand, and stared up at traveller with rage and disbelief. "Bastard! Kill him! Kill him!" He snarled.
A big man came lumbering in with his hand axe raised, bellowing lustily. In the blink of an eye his forearm lay on the ground, still clutching the axe as its owner screamed, blood pumping from his bloody stump. Two more came with knives and seconds later went to their knees, one clutching a severed throat and another trying to hold his entrails in. The travellers blade went left and right, and men screamed and bled like pigs being slaughtered.
Less that a minute later, and six of the bandits were left standing. The traveller stood before them as the others lay about him, the wounded and the dead. They looked at each other in disbelief, and then as one dropped their weapons to the ground. "Mercy." called out one of them, his face pale in the moonlight.
"That is no longer something I can offer." The traveller slowly drew himself up, stiff and imperious. "Hear me. You are my men now, all of you."
They nodded eagerly, fearfully. "But... but whom is it we serve, m-my lord?" A small, rat faced man stammered.
The traveller paused a moment, frowning, and then a slow smirk spread over his face. His eyes were two hollow pits of darkness. "You serve me, and I am the greatest leader in the world. And you shall know me as Avon."


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Platform: Playstation 2
Absurdly Specific Genre: Stress-Relief by way of Deicide
Difficulty: Certain part were pretty hard, but most of the time a little persistence made it all work out pretty quickly. 6.
Beaten: Yes.
The appeal to the God of War series isn't hard to quantify. Its hacking and slashing is seamless, the controls are beautiful, the setting is epic (in every sense of the word), and the soundtracks have some of the best orchestral music ever featured in a video game. That's easy enough. All of that was featured in the first game. How do you top that?
|Staging a fight against the Colossus of Rhodes is as good a starting point as any.
It's an interesting thing for a game to give you no character with which to identify. The God of War series gives you Kratos as a protagonist. He's a reprehensible individual who at best comes off as "massive jerk" and at worst "completely psychotic bloodlust-filled mass murderer". The game forces you to inhabit this individual, and then has you not only watch him do all these bizarrely awful things, but actively forces you to do them yourself, by proxy (I only have to point to the puzzle which forces you to place a cage containing a live soldier over a device which immolates the soldier... this opens a door. You're not looking for a way to solve the puzzle without murdering a random dude, you're looking for a way to murder him in the quickest way possible).
|Spoiler: The dude on the left is crazy, and the dude on the right is about to die.
Other Notable Games in the God of War Series: Well, I loved the first one, and had this one not existed, it would've played out around 30th on this list (to answer Beau's question, yeah... I'm not including any games in the series more than once). I didn't have the problem with the spinning Hades blades like everyone else seemed to, I think they made me fall to the bottom maybe twice? An annoyance, but nothing like other people said.

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Here is my futuristic combat jet design which I have modeled, textured, rigged and animated in Blender 2012.
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Feeling a lot better today... went home, had dinner, did minimal stuff around the house, watched Henry V (*sigh* so want the clothes) and pretty much passed out by 9. Still coulda used more sleep, BUT I managed to drag my sorry butt out of bed to do the workout thingy I'd recorded. OMG I'm outta shape! I did the 10 min of warm up/cardio, and didn't go overboard on that, but was pooped... I did a little bit of the ab stuff, and even that was a struggle. ::giggle:: but I forget how much fun it is to exercise around cats... especially kittens. At least I didn't kick them, but almost rolled over on one of them while he was playing with my shoe lace, then the string on my pants. silly kittens.
THe good news is 1) I did it! and 2) I'm looking at it like a challange- instead of 'I'm too out of shape and can't do it so why bother', it's more like 'I'm sooo not gonna let a silly thing like a sit up defeat me'. So there!
Besides, after stepping on the scale this morning, not exercising is *not* an option... need to get it back down into one-derland again and keep it moving down.
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They Paved Paradise (And Put Up A Monsterous Monlithic Sacrifice To Their Demonic Gods)
Journey to Riceland
OverviewDM: John
The party arrived in a town called Greenseas (or something) in time for the local magical expo. With arcane practitioners, magical items galore and no small amount of other entertainments, Spelunkers Anonymous quickly made themselves at home and went about the business of finding work.
It was in a tavern called the Briar Rose that they came across a local man, Akira, whose tale of evil magics and lands far away intrigued them.
Akira, it seemed, was a paranoid refugee from Riceland, a distant country which was under the control of an evil wizard named Lo-Pan. Before Akira could give any more information he was engulfed in blue firey magic and dissapeared along with the entirety of the room which he occupied, leaving only a bare space.
At the back of the only corridor leaving the room, the Spelunkers Anonymous discovered a magical mirror that enchanted them and transported the party to a cave in distant Riceland. Thus began their adventure proper. Once they had defeated the creatures occupying the cave, the party descended the mountain in which the cave was located and walked towards the only settlement they could see. This town was located in a valley between two great mountains – one that the party had just come from, and another upon which was build a huge and imposing black castle.
Spelunkers Anonymous reached the town with Grul turning to evil only once and discovered that the town was inhabited almost completely by the hollow shells of living men that had been infused with dark magics. Located in the town was an in called the White Rose, which seemed oddly familiar. Inside the inn the party found and befriended a trio of local men who sought to rid the town of the evil, Lo-Pan, that tormented it. These men were Jubei, a proud Samurai warrior, Ruce-Lee, a disciplined monk, and The Other Guy – a fighter – whose name I forget. Once the party had rested, they set off with this trio into the catacombs that led to the castle.
The Boss
Spelunkers Anonymous faced off with three very powerful opponents – The Other Guy's evil brother, Lo-Pan and Enzoneir. As it turned out, however, The Other Guy fought his evil brother in single combat, with each felled by the other, and Enzoneir obviously had other plans and so left before he could be engaged, which left the party facing Lo-Pan alone.
Lo-Pan trapped the party in a pocket dimension where they fought one of his more powerful minons and a dragon. Haradrim, who had claimed the powerful sword dropped by the Other Guy's evil brother, found that it was extremely effective against Lo-Pan's minion and used it, with the support of the rest of the party, to dispatch the opponents.
Once this was done, the pocket dimension collapsed and the party had to leave or face being destroyed when the magic collapsed. Leaving Jubei – the sole surviving member of the trio they befriended – Spelunkers Anonymous jumped through a portal back to their own dimension and escaped Riceland largely unscathed.
Sadly, much of the magical items they had acquired throughout the adventure, including the powerful sword claimed by Haradrim, were lost on the return journey.
Memorable Loot
- Robe of Fire Resistance
- +1 Scimitar
- Wand of Levitation (lv4, 7 charges)
- Wand of Magic Missile (lv4, 10 charges)


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In PowerShell you have thousands of Cmdlets at your fingertips. In this video we wil ltake a look at how find the commands on any given system by using the Get-Command cmdlet. We also look at alias Cmdlets and how to leverage your knowledge of other systems, including Linux and DOS.
- [Voiceover] So, now as you start looking…at PowerShell, you're probably starting to,…"hey, it's a pretty easy language to read,…I can do all kinds of great things inside of it,…but there has to be more than just get-service."…And, you're right, there actually is quite a bit more.…Well, how do ya find those commands inside of PowerShell?…Well, yep, there's another command…that you'll have to learn: get-command.…So, if I just bring that up and hit enter,…it's gonna show me all the cmdlets…that are available to me on the system.…Now, a couple notes, first off: this isn't…all the cmdlets that are available to you.…You might have ones that are a part of a service…that you'll install onto a system…that you don't have right now.…
You might have ones that download,…and they might install as part of a service,…so, depending on where you're at and what system you're on…PowerShell may be different, but they'll have…all the base core commandments that are here.…As you scroll up this list, there's quite a few cmdlets…that are available for you.…
Matt then dives into PowerShell's functions and What If statements, working with output, and coding in the Integrated Scripting Environment (ISE). The course wraps up with some tips on using PowerShell for both on-premises and cloud deployments involving Office 365 and Azure.
- Reading the language
- Discovering cmdlets and aliases
- Using PowerShell functions
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I finally spent sometime in my studio for the first time in a very long time!! It's been a whirlwind few weeks and I will share more on that this week, but let's just say that stamping in my studio was very much needed and helped keep my minds off what was happening in our world!!
Of course with no stamping in a long time, I had NO crafting MOJO!! The best way that I find helps beat those crafting blues is to participate in some challenges online. I headed over to Global Design Project and was excited to see this sketch challenge by my friend Teneale Williams!! Thanks Teneale for the inspiration!!!
I had a few stamps sets sitting on my desk and when I saw this sketch I knew that Swirly Bird would be a perfect match for this sketch!! Not sure if you have seen the Swirly Bird Crazes on Pinterest, but there is so much you can do with this stamp set. I have seen birds, trees, snowman (yes snowman), sailboats, pinwheels, kites and so much more. It truly is a MUST in your collection!!
The first thing that came to my mind was a bird's nest and I thought the sketch was perfect fit for it. I used one of my new favourite colour combination for this card!!
I love the soft tones of this colour combination and can see it being used for so many different occasions. I even think this combination would be great for Christmas. (hmm, I might need to try that one out).
There are so many possibles for this sketch and I can't wait to see what you create. Looking for some inspiration, head over to the Global Designs Project website where you can check out the gallery for this sketch!! Make sure to give yourself sometime, the projects are amazing!!
Interesting in knowing what I used on this card, you can see all the supplies that I used in this project in the clickable links below.
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It's been a stormy weekend here in Central California. Next week my students will be learning about the weather! I'm super excited too because I just finished and uploaded a new weather unit to my TpT store! Here are some sample pictures from this unit:
We will probably be completing some of these fun activities too (note: these pictures are from weather activities previous classes completed):
The pictures above are from a previous post. Check out link below for some great FREE printables:
And…the first five people to leave a comment with their email will receive a FREE copy of my new Weather Unit!
So what are you waiting for? Leave a comment so I can send ya guys a copy :).


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This photo taken on May 22, 2011 shows a worker laying out gold necklaces at a gold shop in Huaibei, east China's Anhui province. Gold, fresh from striking record highs at the start of this month, will enjoy buoyant demand this year, particularly from China and India, the World Gold Council said in a report . (Photo credit should read STR/AFP/Getty Images) (Photo credit should read STR/AFP/Getty Images)
PITTSBURGH (NewsRadio 1020 KDKA) – Rob talked to Kevin Bingle from Allan Jewelers about the price and gold and why gold has held its value throughout the years.
The conversation was also about how much gold is in the world and what it is used in.
They talked about different jewelry including watches and rings and how the diamond market is for engagement rings.
The President stopped by Kretchmar Bakery in Beaver and Rob talked to Lincoln, part of the Kretchmar Bakery family, about it.
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One afternoon I was searching for a quick and easy recipe that Zeke could make with minimal adult interference. I found this caramel apple recipe that called for four ingredients - apples, caramel candies, milk and sticks. It was even better because there was a video demonstrating how to make the apples. Zeke watched it twice and decided he was ready. (Truthfully, it had an automatic replay and he is bewitched by screens.)In addition to be very willing to sample the caramel candies he unwrapped, Zeke did an amazing job. He liked best using a big kitchen knife to make a slit in the apple for the sticks. (He improvised this step, the recipe didn't call for it.)
Turns out, children don't like eating apples on sticks - it's much too difficult and, well, sticky.
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""Dharma" : In the Hindu religious epic "Mahabaratha", Dharma (Yudisthra) is the eldest son of Kunddevi and Pandu, who was said to be born by invoking the lord of truth (neethidava).
Sangadam : This word is from the language "Tamil" which transliterates to "Embarrassment" in English.
"Dharma Sangadam" : Dharma, with his brothers prevail in a great war against their cousins the Kauravas. This battle is famously known as the battle of Kurukshetra, and in the course of the battle "Dharma" was asked by lord Krishna to tell the rivals that "Aswathaman" has died, in an intention to bring down their forcefulness. "Aswathaman" is the son of dhronacharaya (guru of both Kauvaras and the pandavas), but now the one who drives the Kauvaran army, and is undefeatable by the pandavas.
So Lord krishna devised a plan and asked Bhima to kill an elephant by name "Aswathamman" and proclaim that "Aswathamman Died". On hearing this Dhronacharaya was disheartened and went to ask Dharma whether his son was really killed, knowing his firm adherence to Truth. Dharma however replied poetically that "Aswathaman is dead, but am not sure if that's a human". Dhrona heard the first part of the sentence and with the celebrations of the Pandava army he is not able to hear the rest. Being disheartened on hearing this, he stepped out of his chariot and got killed by the Pandava's army commander.


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After a failed attempt with someone else's recipe I found this great one on Lugusta's Lucious! blog page. The egg white parts turned out great physically but didn't really taste like anything - maybe I need to add more black salt next time which seems to be the key to getting that real egg flavour.
The yolk filling part however was amazing! Granted it's been at least 4 years since I tasted an egg but this tasted like the real thing to me! Brilliant!
Also another amazing vegan hard boiled egg recipe from Moutherwatering Vegan.
Vegan Deviled Eggs
Make the whites:
450 g (2 cups) unsweetened soymilk (I used almond milk which is why I might have gotten a bit of a sweet flavour)
2 tsp agar powder
1/4 tsp black salt (only use Kala Namak - Indian powdered black salt as it has the sulfur flavour)
Whisk ingredients in a medium sized pan and bring all ingredients to a boil.
Pour into molds and refrigerate until set up (about 30 minutes).
If you're able to, use a melon baller to spoon out a half circle in the egg.
Make the filling:
1/2 lb. extra firm tofu (but I'd wager any kind would work just fine)
2 Tbls Vegenaise or other vegan mayonnaise
3 Tbls olive oil
1 tsp mustard
1 tsp white wine vinegar
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp black salt
1/2 tsp turmeric (don't use too much or your eggs will be fluorescent!)
Put all ingredients in food processor. Whiz until smooth.
Using an open star tip and pastry bag, pipe yellows into whites.
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and twitching on their morphine drips,
or laid out lax in a dayroom, I squeeze
their feet, sing out their names, fetch them,
Orpheus-like, back to the too-brilliant brim
of the world. There is,
of course, bewilderment. There are lines
and belts and their legs lifted twiglike
and swept out of bed. There ate their knees
blocked by my knees, the calibrated
leaning back, and the length of them
levered up to some brief, provisional
perpendicular. Let me see your eyes
I say then, and most, hummingbird-
hearted, do. And we rock a minute
on the linoleum while they reacquaint
themselves with the sheared apart and
strangely wired-back-together world
they've been, for the last while,
out of. It's not fixed yet, they say;
put me back to bed. And I say it is fixed,
really. Let's try some steps.
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Back pain is often ignored by people believing it to be a regular body pain but they don't take long to discover the terrible repercussions. Back pain is quite common these days since the lifestyle of people have changed a lot. Back pain commonly is a result of spinal herniation and degeneration of discs. At times spondylosis also leads to back pain.
Causes of upper back pain
Upper back is meant to protect important organs and spread the body weight between the head and the lower portion of the body. The main reason of having upper back pain is poor posture. Mostly people who work on computers for long time suffer from this type of pain. Sometimes out of fatigue people start sitting in wrong postures leading to upper backache.
Weak muscles also lead to upper backache. If muscles connecting the shoulders over a period of time become weak then it causes back problem. Back muscles are meant for activities that require pulling but today people no longer engage themselves in such activities, so these muscles become weaker resulting in upper backache.
Obesity also leads to upper backache. Pain occurs when the spine carries the excess body weight over a long period of time forcing spine to absorb the burden. This results in stress on the spinal cord causing back problems.
Upper backache can also result from a few diseases such as osteoporosis and osteoarthritis. Osteoporosis makes bones weak and delicate leading to weakening of the upper back structure which in turn results in excruciating pain and uneasiness. Squeezed nerves and veins also cause upper backache.
Involving in activities which require excessive use of muscles like sports can also cause upper backache. Injured or twisted muscles result in pain when you are either inactive or you are active. Your upper body movement is hampered if the intervertebral disc swells out due to injuries causing upper backache.
Ways to cure upper back pain
- If pain suddenly arises then take rest. Sometimes such pain occurs due to sitting or doing extremely laborious work for hours at a stretch. So try not to put stress on your back muscles since it can lead to injuries also.
- If the pain persists for some days then go for heating pads and ice packs. Application of the ice on the affected area lessens pain. When pain subsides after ice treatment then to raise the stream of blood, heating pads can be used resulting in healing of injury but make sure that the application in this treatment should not increase beyond 20 minutes.
- Upper backache can be reduced by taking anti inflammatory medicines like ibuprofen but consult a physician before taking it. These drugs subside back pain.
- Stretching exercises like Pilates and swimming help in strengthening of spine and enhance mobility. Walk or exercise at least for 20 minutes every day. Yoga is also very effective in reducing backache. It not only strengthens your muscles and joints but also relaxes your mind.
- Acupuncture is quite a popular way among people to lessen upper back pain. Insertion of needles on the pressure points of skin relieves pain.
These are all good ways to get relief from such issues and you may also know the causes and the ways to cure it.


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So, some background: I grew up in a home where there was ALWAYS music. My mom is a music teacher: when she found out she was pregnant with me, she was teaching junior high band; she taught lessons one afternoon a week out of a spare room in our house when I was small, and when we moved to a new home when I was in middle school, she eventually expanded to 4 days a week. Over the years she would play in the local high school's pit orchestra when they did their Spring musicals and play the soundtracks for those musicals perpetually during the rehearsal window, so I grew up learning songs from a variety of musical theater classics. (Note to other parents: If you're going to play a soundtrack as background in your house and you have a small child who likes to sing along, find out the lyrics BEFORE your small child asks you about some of them in order to avoid uncomfortable questions you'd rather not answer. LOL) I learned a little piano in Kindergarten and then in first grade I tried a few of the instruments we had around the house, settled on the clarinet, and never looked back. By high school, I had a couple students of my own, and when I went to college, my plan was to become a high school band director. After 6 years in an elementary general music classroom and more time in elementary band, I finally got my chance to do high school band - it only lasted two years, and I learned that politics is definitely not my thing, but at least I can cross it off my Bucket List. :-) The place I always had felt least comfortable was in the elementary general music classroom; the younger the kids were, the more ill-at-ease I felt. Small kids were definitely NOT why I went into Music Education.
After I had kids of my own, though, things changed. Our city's Recreation Department runs a full slate of classes for all ages, so when Bookworm was a year old or so I ventured into a Music Together class for the first time - and I was hooked. One of my first thoughts was, "This is awesome!" followed in rapid succession by "I could totally do this!" The following summer, after a few more sessions with my daughter, I went for the 3-day intensive teacher training so that I could learn more and do this too.
While my college music classes had been mostly about musical learning for kids 5 and older, I was learning about research into music learning in a completely different arena: Early Childhood. Unlike most school music classes, which focused more on discrete skills, this approach was much more holistic and organic. While not all preschool "Mommy and Me"-style music classes are mixed-age, many are (Kindermusik is one example); Music Together classes, however, are for kids from birth-5. This means that siblings can attend together and learn from and model for each other and peers, each child learning what s/he is ready to learn at that time; this isn't unlike the mixed-age classes in Montessori, where a similar dynamic takes place, albeit in a more formal way, or the way different-aged siblings naturally learn together in their own ways. Music Together classes - and I'll be sticking with that as my model since that's the program with which I'm most familiar - are as much about helping parents and caregivers "be musical" beyond the 45 minutes with the teacher as they are about providing a musical experience once a week in class.
One benchmark that I can refer to as a teacher for even small children is the attainment of "Basic Music Competence." In simplest terms, it means that a child has musically matured to the point where they can keep a steady beat independently and sing on pitch independently. Many children develop one of these skills before the other - Bookworm could sing bang-on-pitch at 18 months but took much longer to develop a strong sense of beat, while Monkey picked up the beat first but did eventually become a strong on-pitch singer after a few years of her parents (who are lifelong musicians and met in All-State Band in high school) looking at each other bewilderedly wondering if a sense of pitch would ever develop. LOL These competencies don't generally develop overnight, but gradually, and at a different pace for each child. They also happen to correlate strongly with positive experiences with music from an early age, which is why the component of parent-caregiver making music at home with the child is so valuable.
How might this look in real life? Some examples from my own children and teaching might help illustrate: Babies often babble musically; if you catch them purposely matching the resting tone of a song, or following the contour of your voice when you sing - their voice rises and falls with the music, even if it doesn't quite match the pitch yet - they're on the way; eventually, this progresses to in-tune singing. If you've ever seen a baby wiggle excitedly at the sound of music, you're seeing one of the first natural responses to organized sound (as opposed to random conversation or background noise); if recognized as a musical response and nurtured, this can evolve to a more purposeful movement, imitating adults keeping a beat or dancing, eventually finding the beat (and often losing and re-finding it again as the process becomes more refined), and then finding the beat independently and keeping it without help. The more opportunities there are for this kind of experience to happen in childhood, the more likely that these competencies will emerge naturally, without any formal instruction!
Way back in Music Teacher College, I first learned about Edwin Gordon. His main contribution to the field of music education, especially of younger children, was research into the development of musical ability. I'm distilling pretty strongly here, because the impact of his research goes WAY beyond this point, but one of the main takeaways I got was that a child's musical ability isn't really fixed when they're young, but that there is a window of development where it can be increased to a degree; this window for musical growth begins closing more around 5YO and continues to do so until about 8YO, which curiously enough corresponds roughly to the end of the Early Childhood window. It's not so different from learning a foreign language; research shows that if a child is immersed in a language up to about 6YO (give or take), they have a pretty good chance of learning the language well and doing so with little to no accent; after that, as generations of part-time high school-through-adult language learners can attest, it becomes much harder to learn the language and the corresponding sounds flawlessly. Upshot: if giving a child a statistical shot at musical ability (there's a loaded term if ever there was one! LOL) is important, then providing quality musical experiences in that Early Childhood window is a big key in helping those competencies blossom.
Once a child gets to a "place" where they're musically comfortable with the beat and tonality (singing in key), they're much more likely to be able to benefit from more formal music instruction. Can children who don't sing in tune or who have a hard time finding and keeping a musical beat benefit from lessons? Absolutely! But my experience suggests that these children may find it less natural (and often more frustrating) than those for whom these skills are more solidly internalized, so progress might be slower, and this can sometimes frustrate children who want to progress more quickly. There is also a maturity factor here; formal sit-down-with-a-teacher weekly music lessons require the ability to attend for at least a nominal amount of time, and it's also necessary for the child to be practicing at home between lessons for real learning to occur; a child who's not yet ready for this will find what most adults think of as "music lessons" boring, reducing the odds of a positive musical outcome.
Occasionally, I have parents ask me about Suzuki instruction for young children. I'm not remotely Suzuki-trained, but I did a fair amount of research as I was trying to find a Suzuki teacher for my kids at one point, and I did learn a lot that I didn't know before, even as a double-degreed music teacher. The Wikipedia page about the Suzuki Method actually gives a pretty good overview of the background and philosophy; the basic premise is that children can learn music from a young age the same way they learn to speak their native languages: through exposure and by breaking down the process into small steps and not rushing. In Suzuki, Basic Music Competence is gradually acquired and developed through the study of the instrument itself, along with LOTS of music immersion beyond lessons - not unlike Music Together's emphasis on lots of music outside class time. Just as children begin to "speak" by babbling and imitating the sounds of the adults around them, they can learn to play an instrument by imitating their primary caregivers, who also attend lessons with them and learn alongside them in order to assist them at home between lessons; in the same way that parents/caregivers will interact verbally with children to help them learn spoken language, they are involved in a similar process learning the violin. (Violin was the first instrument used by Suzuki in his classes, although I have also seen piano, flute, and other strings taught this way.) One caution about signing up a child for Suzuki classes is that the name "Suzuki" (much like the name "Montessori") is NOT trademarked, so any instructor or school can legally use the term without truly being teachers in that method; if you're looking into Suzuki for your child, the Suzuki Association of the Americas is a great place to start.
So, to sum up, how DO you know if your child is ready for music lessons? There is no single hard and fast Big Answer, but some guidelines to look for are:
- Does your child enjoy music in the first place? (This one is crucial!)
- Can your child sing in tune, or at least follow the musical contour of a melody? (Not a prerequisite - just increases the odds of success.)
- Can your child keep a steady beat independently? (Also not a prerequisite - but also increases odds of success.)
- Is your child mature enough to be able to handle a structured lesson? (Lessons come in all styles, from rigid structure to loose group lessons, but a child whose attention span isn't ready for too much structure would do better either waiting a while or from lessons that are less formal, so choose wisely.)
- On a related note, will your child be open to working on an assignment at home between lessons? This is the time when muscle memory is built and skills taught at lessons are reinforced; without this "checking in" with the assignment regularly between lessons, progress will be slow and frustrating.
Whenever possible, I recommend contacting teachers and asking about trial lessons; as a private music teacher I'm happy to do a single lesson, with parents in attendance or not, to see whether it looks like a good personality mix and to see if the desired instrument is a good fit for the student, figuratively AND literally (like a child who desperately wants to learn the flute but is unable to reach the keys due to too-short arms who'll need to see if a curved head joint flute is available or not, or whose fingers are still too small to cover the tone holes of a clarinet); I've even been known to agree to do a month (not for free, sorry!) to see if the child is ready not only for lessons but to put in perhaps 20 minutes 5 times a week, depending on their age and ability, or whether it's better to adjust expectations and/or wait a while before starting formal lessons; many kids thrive on experimenting on their own instead of formal teaching until they come to a place where they want instruction and seek it out (I taught myself piano in middle school, and my younger child is almost teaching herself cello; most of her "practice" consists of her experimenting with the cello, and she's learning far more than she is in her in-school cello class.). Many music stores have their own studios they rent out to music teachers, while others (like me) teach independently (I teach at home). For Early Childhood programs like Music Together and similar, free trial classes can usually be arranged as well, so you can see if a less-formal approach would be a better fit for your child.
Have I answered *your* questions? If not, let me know what else I can help with!


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Seen rarely releases printed material and his other print releases are highly valued as well as highly sought after.
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Book retracing the career and works of Richard Mirando, known as Seen, and referred to as the "Godfather of Graffiti". Seen along with artists such as Quik, Keith Haring or Obey, was one of the main pioneers in the 70-80's of what was to become a worldwide artistic movement: Graffiti. He started out painting train wagons in the New York subway, when he was but 11 years old, and has now become an internationally renowned graffiti artist, whose work is exhibited from Paris to New York, going via Tokyo or San Francisco. This book offers us quotes and details on the how? and the why?of his works, and is illustrated with numerous photos underlining the talent and versatility of Seen - also a great tattoo artist.


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Reckless Rider On Delivery
Look at this reckless rider on delivery. First he came out of the T-Junction without stopping or slowing down but sped up. Next before the Traffic Light turned Green, he already move on together with the other biker on his left.
Why? What is he trying to prove? Simply reckless...
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Browse other questions tagged coldfusion adobe coldfusion-10 cfml or ask your own question. With that in mind, here's the Muse version of Access on 64bit ColdFusion with a little "under the hood" stuff thrown in. I spent over 3 days with the SWSoft support team trying to figure why whenever a domain had ColdFusion enabled it would tank their site. Why is this C++ code faster than my hand-written assembly for testing the Collatz conjecture? have a peek here
Are the .cfc files that you are renaming registered as web services? Log in or Sign up Odin Forum Home Forum > Links > Forums Archive > Plesk 7.0 for Linux > Plesk 7.0 Troubleshooting and Problems > Dismiss Notice Cannot get access I am using CF Builder 2 trial version. Symlinking the CFIDE will cause it to die with a cfdump errors, generally permissions related.
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With over 60 separate Access children I am struggling to move our relationship to a more unified understanding that is sure to be a better SQL ... # Posted By David This is my pillow more hot questions question feed default about us tour help blog chat data legal privacy policy work here advertising info mobile contact us feedback Technology Life / Yes Virginia you can make your server completely useless if you don't know what you are doing.
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What are the problems you are seeing? File Not Found Cfide Administrator Index Cfm I made it to the CF Administrator. So the trick is to figure out how to manage 32bit drivers on your system. https://forums.adobe.com/thread/830336 Now get back over to the Plesk interface and go to server, coldfusion settings, Choose your server type (J2EE or server configuration) type in your coldfusion install directory ( default is
Recently however, Brent Fry delivered this excellent post as well as provided me with some additional info for the windows 2003 server platform. The only change I made was I added Options followSymlinks to a virtual sites httpd.include file. I'm making changes and renaming various ColdFusion .cfc files. No, I'm afraid that doesn't work.
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Just sharing the feedback, while welcoming you back. http://stackoverflow.com/questions/24064154/cannot-access-cfadmin-any-more knisis, Apr 8, 2004 #15 dazex Guest Don't know if this will help you guys, but I had the same problem where I would always get the CF Page Not Found Http //127.0.0.1/cfide/administrator/index.cfm Not Working Apache HTTP Server In this article, we will be using Apache as the front-facing web server. Please turn JavaScript back on and reload this page.
Thanks [email protected], May 5, 2004 #20 (You must log in or sign up to reply here.) Show Ignored Content Page 1 of 2 1 2 Next > Share This Page navigate here Craig izdabye Guest August 3rd,09:46 AM #3 Re: Can't open any cfm pages Hi Craig. How Did The Dred Scott Decision Contribute to the Civil War? coldfusion coldfusionbuilder share|improve this question asked May 7 '12 at 19:57 Subhash Dike 1,4081430 add a comment| 1 Answer 1 active oldest votes up vote 8 down vote accepted You should
BTW... More discussions in ColdFusion Server Administration All CommunitiesColdFusionColdFusion Server Administration 14 Replies Latest reply on Jun 24, 2013 9:11 PM by Nelgraine No access to CF administrator after installation plarts Mar Also, I can tell you that Jamie's method, although slick as a whistle for some apps like Railo, doesn't create the WOW6432Node entry, so for Adobe CF 64b that method does Check This Out Final Steps You can now use the default root directory located at /opt/railo/tomcat/webapps/ROOT/ to host your application or opt for creating new [Apache] VirtualHosts to serve multiple websites on the same
fozzynetworks, May 5, 2004 #17 dazex Guest One other thing about the CF datasources. Re: No access to CF administrator after installation [email protected] Mar 28, 2011 12:56 PM (in response to plarts) The web server connector is not new in CF 9. It seems to stop happening after several minutes, but I'd like to move faster than that...
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Cool!Excellent post, thanks for the detail. Let's start with r2 because the fix is easier for that platform. A guy scammed me, but he gave me a bank account number & routing number. What is the temperature of the brakes after a typical landing?
If you look in the task manager it shows up as the swsoc.exe process. If you were, what did you enter? You are requesting the file directly using the browser and your local file system.Please review the last email I sent, where I gave specific details of how to have IIS open this contact form knisis, Apr 7, 2004 #11 jtrefet Mega Poster Messages: 162 I opened up a suport issue ( paid $75 plus tax ) with sw-soft on this...so far nothing.
Note [2]: If you do not have any VirtualHosts and you would like to learn more about creating one, please refer to any of the following manuals in order to choose I would assume it would use a 64-bit version of JET? # Posted By Andy K | 12/31/10 3:20 PM Andy, Although Access comes in a "64bit version" I haven't seen Re: No access to CF administrator after installation plarts Mar 28, 2011 1:03 PM (in response to [email protected]) Thanks very much for that answer,No I did not update CF9 to the Simple setup.
Re: No access to CF administrator after installation [email protected] Mar 29, 2011 8:58 AM (in response to plarts) But Pierre, those steps should not all be required if you installed CF Recent Comments Yes we ARE Looking for ColdFusion Developers - Send Resume! ColdFusion Muse Access on 64bit ColdFusion? but someday and for the rest of your product life cycle.
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Festival Name: Chicago Irish Film Festival
Category: Documentary, Features, Shorts, General, Kids & Family
Established: 2000
Location: Chicago, IL, United States
Founded in 2000 the Chicago Irish Film Festival is one of only a handful of Irish Film Festivals in the United States. Screening features, documentaries, shorts and animation, the festival presents a truly representative selection of Irish film, from the classics to the contemporary.
Each year since its inception, the festival has screened features, documentaries, shorts and animation many of which have won awards and have had selected screenings at some of the largest festivals in the world including Cannes, Sundance, and Toronto.
The festival has also welcomed as its guest the actors, directors, and producers that are the heart of today's Irish cinema.
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In this game you're buying tiles to place on the board and cards that give you points and occasionally special abilities. Each round players select a turn order/price per item bought token in turn order. Then in order of highest token value to lowest players may purchase up to two items currently available for purchase (which each cost the value on their token). Once this is done the start player shifts and the market is reset.
|Initial placement
|The bits
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|Getting down on their level
|End of our four player game
A fairly easy game to learn with a moderate level of strategy. It's perfect when you're in the mood for a lighter game although there are still meaningful decisions to be made throughout the game. A lot of the skill in this game comes in knowing when to spend your money, which directly relates to which turn order token you take. All in all a good game that I recommend playing, but do realize that (at least for me) this is a game I only pull out once every few months as it would get a bit boring if I played it more frequently.