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by jherazob » February 10th, 2015, 1:52 pm
by Lampyridae » February 10th, 2015, 2:20 pm
by LaserCutCard » February 10th, 2015, 3:11 pm
jherazob wrote:That's one smart idea. I need to sort my finances (i may or may not have gone on an ill-advised shopping spree this weekend...) and see if i get a couple, precisely my FLGS owner is a, ahem, "cyborg" fanboy (got the special edition codex and all), i may decide to get one of those obelisks and donate it to the store. Can't promise he'll get into reselling anything though.
And i want some of that scatter, that's always welcome in our tables.
by Claudius Sol » February 10th, 2015, 10:52 pm
by LaserCutCard » February 17th, 2015, 11:07 am
by LaserCutCard » February 19th, 2015, 12:10 pm
by Icchan » February 19th, 2015, 3:29 pm
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by LaserCutCard » February 19th, 2015, 7:20 pm
by Section9 » February 20th, 2015, 2:18 am
by LaserCutCard » February 20th, 2015, 5:47 am
Section9 wrote:Wow, those are great-looking containers!
I think I may need to buy some, those are a lot cheaper than the MDF ones...
by Icchan » February 20th, 2015, 11:47 am
LaserCutCard wrote:Dude... we need to employ you. Somehow
by LaserCutCard » February 20th, 2015, 7:30 pm
by Errhile » February 20th, 2015, 8:06 pm
by LaserCutCard » February 21st, 2015, 4:54 am
Errhile wrote:Well, I've worked in cargo forwarding for a while.
Container depots are basically loads of shipping containers, some buildings (offices for the clerks and off-duty rooms for workers) and some pieces of cargo-handling equipment. Be it gantry cranes (the one above is good for moving containers from train to truck, but not going to work with ships. You'd better look for something like this), regular cranes, reach stackers or big forklift trucks (big enough to handle an almost 30-ton 20' container). Also, vehicles capable of transporting containers - flatbed railway cars, container trucks, or however these low trailers meant for ship transport were.
Container ships themselves I consider to be impractical for tabletop purposes: they're damn big, even the feeders (small ships that take 160-200 containers...).
by Errhile » February 21st, 2015, 8:26 am
by LaserCutCard » February 21st, 2015, 9:27 am
Errhile wrote:Well, equipment is huge especially in the 28mm scale. I've recently written down quite a rant on that
If we assume that 28mm is equivalent to 1:56 scale, then our tables represent fairly small patches of realistically scaled terrain (about 60x60 meters, unless I got my maths wrong).
Conclusion: it is not very possible and very impractical to make realistic-sized wargaming terrain in 28mm scale.
Therefore - don't make it more realistic (than needed for suspension of disbelief). But make them fun!
by Lampyridae » February 21st, 2015, 6:22 pm
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by LaserCutCard » February 24th, 2015, 10:23 am
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Claudius Sol wrote:I don't think I can hold off on ordering these things for much longer...
by Claudius Sol » February 25th, 2015, 4:58 pm
by LaserCutCard » February 26th, 2015, 7:43 am
by jherazob » February 26th, 2015, 10:47 am
LaserCutCard wrote:I've posted these here because a) these buildings were originally designed for Infinity and b) they look so darn cute in 10mm scale
by LaserCutCard » March 3rd, 2015, 10:20 am
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MARC C wrote:Great demonstration!
What is the thickness of that card? 0.100" or 0.125" ?

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A project led by Dr Mark Waters from UWA to find new ways to improve crop productivity and one by UWA's Professor Alistair Paterson to help preserve the heritage of the state's north-west are winners in the latest round of funding grants from the Australian Research Council (ARC).
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Both my husband and I love to walk in nature. I love trees and for me, nothing can beat a walk in the forest. But here in El Tamaduste, there are only a few trees, the village is mostly built on volcanic soil and is surrounded by dramatic dark lava formation and some small bushes and plants defying the rigid environment. A walk here is far from the softness of green leaves, singing birds and buzzing insects; it's a walk in the remains of the inferno that once created the world, and I have slowly learned to appreciate it.
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vine variety used:
Minutolo (100%)
location area:
Puglia - the hills of Valle d'Itria (contrada Rampone)
350 meters a. s. l.
type of soil:
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farming system:
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beginning of October
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wine with a straw yellow color with greenish reflections
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Nutritional data
1 g of alcohol = 7 kcal
1 lt of dry wine in 10° C = 600 kcal
1 g of sugar = 4 kcal
Other data
suitable to accompany seafood raw and cooked, boiled fish and roast shellfish. Excellent as an aperitif
service temperature:
in a cool place, away from light and heat sources
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I have been amongst my brothers for nigh on four decades. The grief I felt at not being able to join them assuaged only by Tezuma's offer. I was to join them onboard the skybridge, the pride I felt was eclipsed only by that I felt for my brother, my true brother namacuix upon his ascendancy to full brotherhood.
That was a long time ago now, though I still swell up with pride everytime I think of it.
Being amongst these living heroes, to converse with them, to watch them as they practice, be it with war blade or sculptors blade, is to see as close to perfection as is humanly possible. To see a glimpse of the Emperor, to see his flesh made whole once more.
Like everything in life though, I have to realise that nothing can be totally perfect not even these magnificent warriors.
There is a darkness in them and it is insidious. Ask them and in their most frankest of moments they will tell you of the tide and they well speak of the reds, but this is only the visible face of the problem.
There are other deeper problems that they do not see.
I cannot discuss this with my brother for he will not understand. It takes a human mind to see such flaws, these astartes in all their superiority are incapable of it.
This darkness consumes them and affects them each individually. My brother sees only the madness of Bifrost, yet I see the madness of them all.
Autemoc with his insecurities, his inherent need for external support. Ocelotl with his paranoia or Tonuauc and his need for idols to worship.
Even Namacuix is not exempt, for even he has his own madness, which is his crippling self doubt.
At first I assumed these were mere 'human' flaws but the actions they force in each astartes can be irrational to the extreme.
I pray now to Emperor that this curse is controllable for if it is not then truly this chapter will continue its descent into oblivion.
I know not who will read this or even why I right these words but it seems rhat if you are reading this then by now you know the truth.
The 'Red Tide' which renders the strongest of brothers into animals is only the most extreme onset of the curse but the root of the problem runs deeper.
I pray that our faith in the Emperor will protect us and that Bifrost does not lead us onto an inescapable path of bloodshed, as is his wont.
Emperor have mercy on us, let us allow you to show you our true devotion and loyalty, do not let us fall.
Namacuix crumpled the paper up in his hands, holding it to his forehead as though pressing the words to his head would bring his brother back. Finally after several minutes of deep silence he reached forward to touch the sleek capsule before him.
'I would have understood Ictlan, you could have told me anything. It seems your fears about us were true all along, we are cursed. Rest now my brother, may Tlacelel accept your totem to his halls.' he whispered running his hand across the runes that Spelled out Ictlan's funeral pod.
Silently and alone, the astartes Lord wept.
The group had gathered once more in celebration, their cowls drawn tight around their masks but everywhere he looked, he saw smiles upon the bare jaws of those around him.
'My brothers!' he called out finally drawing them closer to him.
They moved into a semi circle around the speaker.
'I have gained his trust and it will soon be time.' he smiled and they called out their approval.
'The order of the fiery cross has fallen, now only our own sect remains. Heimdallr in his foolishness has been exposed as a traitor and is now the thrall of Namacuix.'
He stepped into the light and dropped his hood before removing his mask.
'The time for secrets are over, now we move as one. I ask that you purge our ranks of what remains of the Heimdallr's order for they know too much.'
They mumbled their assent.
'We will move against the pretender soon and then we will be free to worship the Emperor in his dark guise.'
They applauded at this, and he smiled for he could hear the revered whispering of the word Malatl. His Lord would be pleased to hear his name spoken so.
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It angered him greatly that someone as superior as himself would have to pander to such a pathetic creature.
When he had concluded his report, Lotan bid him to rise to his feet.
'You have done well, ekriel , the man made the honorific sound like an insult. 'Though your tale was embellished I concur with your findings, the Rainbow Warriors will make an excellent asset.' brothgaar merely nodded before saluting.
'I am excused?' Lotan sat down beside his desk and swung his feet up to rest upon the various scattered reports. 'You are.' he replied finally.
Brothgaar did not move however, for he knew the Inquisitor to well.
'The lord governor has disappointed me. Punish him for me.'
Shock played across the High Claw's face but he said nothing, he did not agree that the Governor had to die.
'Orinir will be joining you, see that he suffers the same fate as our erstwhile governor.'
Brothgaar smiled despite himself, it seemed he'd at least get some pleasure out of killing that one.
Lotan slid a dataslate across the desk towards him. 'details of my next crusade.'
Brothgaar eyed them wearily wondering what hell he was going to throw them into next.
'There's an added pict file for your eyes only. It shows what happened to your missing brethren. 'Brothgaar lifted it and raised an eyebrow in Lotan's direction.
'I trust you will find it very enlighting. Now leave me, the stink of death from you offends my nose.'
Brothgaar didn't look back.
[I] one day it will be you I have to punish Lotan and I will enjoy that very much. [\I]
Namacuix had watched all of his men leave for orbit, knowing he himself would be the last to leave. He looked up his sharp eyes picking out which of the bright stars in the night sky would be the skybridge, he found it easily and saluted towards his home and the smaller kin of the [puma's claw] beside it. Predators among a sea of fish, they waited for him, though soon they would depart. He had something to clear up first.
He hefted the massive medicae pack onto his back and continued forward towards the remaining pre fab huts that were barracks to the cleavers. He did not have to travel far to find Brothgaar, the High Claw was in deep discussion with his Talon. Strangely namacuix could taste the coppery tang of blood in the air, he ignored it and continued on as the brooding leader bid him welcome, allowing the Talon to depart.
'I understand my brother, that you have done unfinished business, some burden you must share with me?'
Namacuix nodded sadly, he was not sure how what he had to say would be received. He placed the pack he carried upon the floor and undid the clasps. The lid sprung open to reveal the icey mist of cold storage cryogenic tubes.
'A new Commander must always atone for the sins of his predecessor. I return your fallen brothers,' He offered the knife he carried pommel first to Brothgaar, the Cleaver gripped his arm stopping him, he pulled the other marine away to get a closer look at the contents of the case.
'So it is true?' he turned back to Namacux, 'I know what you did.'
The look of fury upon The High Claw's face caused Namacuix to try to back away, to gain space. Finally Brothgaar released his arm and turned away.
'we will not seek revenge for the things that have transpired for you are part of our punishment and that we cannot escape.'
'Punishment?' Brothgaar ignored the question.
'I wish to offer you advice Rainbow Warrior.' Without waiting to see if Namacuix was listening he continued, 'The Astartes are becoming obsolete, the Inquisition are the Imperium's tool of choice in these times. We are a hammer blow that will often kill the body as well as the disease whereas they are a scalpel who will only remove the infected organ. Soon we will be unable to function without the deepest scrutiny, we will be hunted like vermin.'
He closed the case and lifted it.
'Your Chapter has a flaw and what Lotan sees as a flaw, he also sees as a chance for exploitation. Let your only sin be thoughts of independence.'
'Those thoughts were not mine, they were Bifrosts'
'Nevertheless you must not compound them further by acting upon them. The Imperium may not think they need us but they do. We need them also for without duty we are nothing.'
Brothgaar turned back to him, 'Follow Lotan but do not let him change you.'
Namacuix nodded, though he was unsure of what the High claw meant.
'It seems he already has a task for us.' He threw the dataslate Lotan had given him to the Rainbow Warrior. 'We are to join a crusade to purge the Ork from Feratis, we will journey there to join our brothers the Space Sharks, for they have peaked our Lord's interest.
|dark angel
Its over. Thank fuck for that.
Nah, in all honesty, Im slightly disheartened that it is over. This was one of the more critically acclaimed stories on Heresy, to me. I thoroughly enjoyed everything which you had to offer, and the Rainbow Warriors grew from a mere jumble of names into a well-developed Chapter. I love how you have left it open for a number of possibilities, however, and the nod towards the old fluff with Sister Sin and Brother Vermillion is really cool!
Im not sure if I would rather more on the Rainbow Warriors, or the Cleavers, though. Both are equally as interesting but the ferocity of the Cleavers probably boosts them higher in my book. Astoroth interests me. It seems to me like you are setting him up as the bad guy for another, and he does seem like that kind, despite there being very little on him. Was the introduction of so many characters, at the end, intentional?
Only bit of grammatical errors which I found was;
The procession was beginning to slow to a halt as it came towards a near by Landing Pad, the assembled marines and PDF troopers spreading into a semi circle around the eye shaped dock. Sat upon it, squat yet sleek, was the High Inquisitors shuttle. There was an escaping of air and the ramp pistons released, descending slow to create a wide boarding ramp.
It should be slowly, not slow.
Oh, and sorry to hear about the death of the boss, mate. Keep your chin up now, and get writing.
Sorry about the delay had a tough week in RL.
My boss died in the pub so sorry if it's a little raw but ive been desperate to post this for a while.
The beginning of the end
The clean up after the destruction of the Citadel was a thankless task, small kill teams of Rainbow Warriors and the Emperors Cleavers scoured the land, hunting and killing any remnants of the Horde, while others still bulldozed huge numbers of the dead into make shift pits before turning them into pyres which burned long into the week. The noxious fumes carried away from the cities and their inhabitants by the strong wintertide winds.
Within hours of it being declared safe and with the announcement of the arrival of the Lord Inquisitor, the Lord Governor had declared several days of celebration in honour of their saviours.
Namacuix felt relieved but strangely tense as though he was waiting for his new title to be taken from him and for the Chapter to tear itself apart from the inside, or worse for them to bond as they had and then the arrival of Lotan to herald their excommunication and decimation at the hands of the Inquisition.
He had led his men in the rites of interment for their fallen brethren, they had all held their heads low as the Purans had led them through the halls of the dead to honour the dead. Powerful unguents and incense had allowed them to transfer from the mortal plain, into the realms where death held sway. It was a ancient ceremony which had began even before the creation of their Chapter, it was only right that they should see their brothers off.
The Rosians had declined to join them, they had taken themselves off to hold their own ceremony for their brothers and of course Bifrost. Namacuix had been loathe to let them go, he wished to keep the Chapter whole but in the end his hands had been tied, he would not risk a fight with the veterans, not at so early a stage in his Leadership.
He had sensed the other Companies anger at the Rosians self imposed seclusion but none had voiced them for it would be disrespectful to the dead. As much as he tried to deny it, some of those within the other Companies had perhaps wished to honour their former Master and felt anger that they should be denied the chance to do so.
Instead of worrying about something he had no control over, he had instead through himself into the planet wide celebrations, gathering his men and leading them to join the victory march. The Rainbow Warriors had turned out in force, Namacuix had laughed as he watched the citizens, gathered in their thousands and thronging the streets, had covered his brothers in garlands and wreathes, some even rushing forward to kiss parts of their armour, gratitude clear on their face. The air of jubilation brightened his spirits and even the dour Purans seemed to be getting into the spirit, most having removed their deathshead helms and smiling with the rest.
Of their erstwhile allies the Cleavers, the Rainbow Warriors saw little, most of them were scattered around the outskirts of the city combing for survivors or where required despatching what was left of the Horde. Only Brothgaar, his stoic demeanour in stark contrast to Namacuix, had decided to join them. Namacuix had grinned as the old man Sanetoch and his constant companion the boy had appeared, striving hard to keep up with the larger warriors. The boy glanced nervously at the Cleaver but Sanetoch quickly reassured him.
Dont worry lad, his barks worse than his bite. Namacuix had roared with laughter as to his credit, the Cleaver took the jest in good humour, merely harrumphing and upping his pace.
Namacuix had lost track of them eventually as they slipped away to join the crowd, though he had seen many of the faces he recognised, acknowledging the Lord Commander and the newly promoted Pdf commander, he coldly disregarded the fat Bishop and his retinue at least he the High Judge to his credit had had the decency to give up his life in the defence of the city.
So many of them, Brothgaar commented absently, I do not remember this many being part of the fighting.
We cannot all be warriors Brothgaar, the Imperium would cease to function if we were, he answered back.
The liberation of their world would have arrived sooner if they were. Brothgaar replied, his voice harsh but without malice.
Do not dishonour them, not when they offer only honour and gratitude to us.
Brothgaar laughed, They honour your men not mine.
Namacuix sensed a break in the tension. Ah but to honour yours they would all have to be warriors offering blood sacrifices!
The two had laughed then and it felt good.
As the march progressed further down towards the Space port, Namacuix glanced side long at the High Claw. this Inquisitor Lotan what is he like?
Brothgaar only nodded ahead, Looks like you are about to find out for yourself.
The procession was beginning to slow to a halt as it came towards a near by Landing Pad, the assembled marines and PDF troopers spreading into a semi circle around the eye shaped dock. Sat upon it, squat yet sleek, was the High Inquisitors shuttle. There was an escaping of air and the ramp pistons released, descending slow to create a wide boarding ramp.
I will say one thing about him Rainbow Warrior, he is dangerous, be wary of him. He is a man of ambition and he will allow few to stand in his way.
Namacuix shot the Cleaver a quizzical look but Brothgaars attention had already returned to the shuttle and the figures descending from it.
Somewhat surprisingly, the first to exit were camo cloaked storm troopers, hidden behind shimmering holo fields they were all but invisible to civilian eyes, to an Astartes though, they were as clearly visible as the bulky craft that silhouetted them.
They moved swiftly taking up defensive positions around the base of the ship, it was then that Namacuix realised they were not the only defensive presence, upon the roofs sat the immobile forms of snipers.
It was not this forward guard that held his attention however, for descending down the ramp behind them strode a powerful female in sculpted power armour, in her hands was a weapon similar to an Astartes own. Namacuix hissed as he saw what hung from her neck, like some token of pride, the female carried the cup of priism. The small medal was given to all Rainbow Warrior neophytes on the day they ascended to full brotherhood.
Who is that? he asked, nodding in the direction of the Battle Sister.
Brothgaars expression was stoney, Sister Selice, he replied finally, Stay away from that one Rainbow Warrior, she has no love for you or your Chapter.
I dont understand, he said.
Brothgaar shook his head, as though unsurprised by his confusion. So you dont know then?
The look on Namacuixs face said all he needed to know.
She encountered your Chapter at Daigeon, apparently there was a misunderstanding the last word was as loaded as a newly forged boltgun.
Namacuix face creased with shock.
Daigeon was a hellhole, little more than a planetwide battlefield, mistakes happen. It was her who brought your Chapter to Lotans attention.
The Vermillion . Namacuix whispered. So its true then?
He dropped his head as though in shame. We never thought, the tide. We lost touch with the Vermillion, our fourth, at Daigeon. We arrived too late to save them, to stop them.
Brothgaar placed a hand upon the Rainbow Warriors shoulder. Such is the way of we the Cursed.
Namacuix heard the words but was to enrapt in his thoughts to acknowledge their import.
What does the marking on her pauldron mean? You referred to her as Selice? Is her Sire name Sin? Namacuix asked distractedly.
S.I.N. is not a designation well not a personal one, all soriatis under Lotans command wear that livery.
Namacuix nodded, finally seeing the script below the letters. Sevorum inquisitorial nomine, serving in the inquisitions name.
Before he could question more a lone figure came down the ramp followed by a strange looking mutant with an abnormally large head. The figure was wearing a surprisingly modest garb and Namacuix could sense by his air of command that he must be the Lord Inquisitor Lotan.
Finally a pair of red cloaked astartes strode down the ramp, their crusader pattern helm scanning the crowds for any sign of threat. The long cloaks covered their bodies entirely giving them the appearance of floating apparitions of red death. Namacuix felt a chill come across him as one of their gazes fell upon him before passing onwards.
A Cleaver stepped forth from the crowd, the big fiend who had fought empty handed with consummate ease. It spoke volumes of the warriors stealth that neither Namacuix or Brothgaar had seen him in the crowd.
The figure approached the Inquisitor. One of your men? Namacuix queried.
He is no brother of mine. Astoroth is one of Lotans hounds, youll learn of them soon enough. A land dragon in wulvens clothing that one.
Namacuix had never heard of these animals but the meaning was clear.
They fell into an uneasy silence as Lotan, after acknowledging the warrior Astoroth, stepped forward to be greeted by the Lord Governor. Finally after the hand shakes and introductions were concluded, the Lord Inquisitor stepped forward to address the crowd.
People of Soliban! My Brothers and Sisters of the Imperial creed, the Darkness of the xenos, mutant and witch, the horror of the traitor came for you this day. It seems that you rejected such Darkness in favour of our Lords light.
The people of Soliban roared their approval, although it felt like the desperation of a people to show their faith.
You called for succour, prayed to be saved and the Emperor answered you. He sent his men, He sent his angels, He sent his Light! You did not let them fight alone, no you fought for your world, you took it back from the darkness!. The crowds roared once more, with a little help from the astartes of course. he said as an aside, laughter following his remark. This Lotan certainly knew how to hold a crowd. He followed on with more inspirational words before the Lord Governor finished the ceremony allowing the true festivities to begin.
Brothgaar excused himself, taking the opportunity to approach the Inquisitor but made sure to remind Namacuix once more to be wary of his Lord.
Namacuix ordered his men to begin the re embarkment process before deciding to speak with this Inquisitor Lotan himself.
He waited quietly in the small foyer of the Lord Commanders offices, finally the large oak doors before him opened, the slight form of Orinir slipping out to move past the waiting Astartes.
He watched the orator go turning only as he was asked to enter by the Inquisitor.
Ah Commander, might I say congratualtions on you recent promotion. the inquisitors words were apparently without barb, as his faced remained open and sincere.
I thank you my Lord. he wanted to say more but stopped himself.
I take it you have come to discuss my plans to have the people of this planet re sited?
I find this unacceptable. The Inquisitor nodded, I expected better from you Commander.
He sat down behind the desk and motioned to a crystal decanter upon it. Ooska?
Namacuix declined the offer. I have a weak stomach.
The Inquisitor smiled at his jest. An astartes with a sense of humour? Truly I have underestimated you. he sipped from his glass. Ah, wonderful.
He held the glass up before him. Only two ingredients, a type of malt grown on only a few worlds and water, and yet, such taste, truly exquisite. Three decades old, the perfect age.
Namacuix clenched his fists, his patience running low. These people have fougt for their world and now you seek to rob them of it?
He had not come seeking argument with Lotan but the news he had received on his way here had chilled him to the bone.
Lotan rose quietly to his feet. Your involvement in this matter ended when the last bolt round was fired.
Namacuix made to retort but Lotan didnt give him the chance. Perhaps though, sagacious as I am, I am mistaken? Perhaps you seek to emulate your cousins the White Consuls and rule worlds in His name? No?
He moved round the desk to stand before the rainbow warrior, Perhaps then, you seek conquest like your predecessor did on Rims Edge?
Namacuix growled at that. How much did this Inquisitor know?
No? You offer no defense, no argument? Then perhaps you will leave the governing of this world to the rightful party.
Namacuix nodded grimly, knowing that to say more would only incriminate himself further for he truly did not know how much Lotan knew.
Oh and I also trust Rims Edge will be returned to the Imperial fold now that you are commander?
It will be as you say Lord Inquisitor. Namacuix replied through pursed lips.
Then we are done? Namacuix saluted and turned away leaving the room, his anger barely held in check.
|Wow, I don't know what to say. Excellent story. You really bring the characters to life.
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Brilliant. I've finally caught up with this, and all I can say is that. Your writing has definately improved as of late, with the newer parts shaming the original ones. They are still excellent, of course, but I can certainly see that you have grown better! I'd love to see more on the Cleavers, as you know, but now that I have caught up, I'm sad to realise that this is coming to an end.
One thing that I picked out was; Then rising to his feet he nodded to himself. 'Father-Creator I come now to dine at your war table.' He screamed before charging forward and throwing himself through the portal and into the enemy beyond.'
The highlighted bit shouldn't be there keep up the good work mate, rep if I can!
There was little conversation between the two Azuls as they coordinated the assault in the hour it took for Bifrosts contingent to begin their insertion. Xilonen had many questions for his Commander but sensing Namacuixs black mood declined from asking them. When he eventually did speak it was about Namacxuixs wounds.
You need the attention of an Apothecary Nama, your breathing is ragged and that facial wound is ugly. Ill contact Heimdallr him order one of his Verdants down here. Xilonen said his voice low but filled with concern.
At the mention of the Verdants name Namacuixs face darkened and he hammered his fist down on the tactical console before him. Never mention that name again.
Xilonen was shocked by this outburst but the dire look on his Lords face spoke volumes. There was a grave matter between Heimdallr and Namacuix and Xilonen wondered could possibly have angered his Lord so, it worried him greatly.
Before Xilonen could reply, the Hatch behind them began to descend, revealing several powerful figures waiting to enter.
Xilonen was not surprised to realise it was Vassilir and two more of the Rosians, one of them Acatlotzin, Bifrosts adjutant . He immediately felt tense, unsure of their intent. Strangely if his Lord even noticed them he barely showed it. When Acatlotzin removed his helm, his face was a mask of fury.
So finally we see the Usurper in his true colours! he spat, his venom clearly focussed upon Namacuix. Xilonen reached for the blade at his waist and he could see out the corner of his eye that the Anaran in the cock pit did the same. He felt a hand upon his wrist and he turned to see it was Namacuix who gripped him. The new Commander stepped in front of Xilonen.
Vassilir placed a firm hand upon his brothers shoulder. Thats enough Acatlotzin, Namacuix has Bifrosts blessing. He is your Commander and you will respect his position.
Acatlotzin shrugged, throwing Vassilirs hand from his shoulder, Were it not for my true masters word, I would kill you were you stand upstart.;
Namacuix shook his head, a grim smile cutting a tight swathe across his face. Control your charge Vassilir, his words fall on deaf ears.
Not waiting to see if Vassilir did indeed reprimand the other Rosian, Namacuix turned away from them. It was then that the vox unit behind them squealed into life.
Commander do you read me? Called out the voice of Autemoc, his tone urgent.
I am here Autemoc, have the strike team engaged? he queried.
Indeed they have my Lord, the insertion was completed moments ago, transferring now.
The vox crackled before a sharp peel of noise rang out, closely followed by Bifrosts voice, his clipped orders directing his teams movements. Slight distortion caused him to sound tinny and distant.
Bifrost? Namacuix spoke into the caster as the Rosians moved closer to the console, the Adjutants face still seething.
Bifrost called out more orders before responding. Namacuix? Your signal is weak.
Namacuix nodded to the anaran and the techmarine moved forward to adjust several of the dials whilst administering incence to a grille as the side.
Report. was all the Commander said, confident that the Anarans administrations would have strengthened the signal.
We are inside, translation was clear. there was a burst of static before the voice responded once more, this time however it wasnt addressing the Chapter Commander.
Contact! to your left! Called Bifrost as the sound of bolter fire sang out, before the transmission cut out.
The adjutant stormed forward gripping the caster. My Lord? Respond! his grip tightened and he yelled. Bifrost?
He turned back to his fellow Rosians. Ive heard enough, our Lord needs our help! before he could move again Namacuix had drawn Shadowbane, the tip of the blade rose faster than the eye could follow to press against the skin between Acatlotzins eyes.
Bifrost gained this honour, you will not tarnish his name. he stepped forward slightly, the blade tip pressing harder, drawing blood. Do not get involved.
The Rosian growled but could do nothing but back away as Namacuix showed no sign of relenting. To touch the holy blade of priism would be tantamount to sacrilege and it seemed the Azul had the better of him.
My Lord, pleaded Xilonen. This will only lead to ruin.
Namacuix turned to rebuke him when the vox rang out with sounds of fighting before dying down once more.
Namacuix dropped his weapon and turned once more to the vox console. Bifrost?
Aye Namacuix, I am here. the old warriors breathing haggard, My squad is dead but I still live. Damn but these armour forms are tough bastards, there was a pause before he spoke once more, I am proceeding with the search for the inquisitor now.
Continue to report Bifrost, I wish to know how you fare.
For the next half an hour or so, Bifrost continued on without incident, his voice sounding laboured and pained, slipped in and out of focus the deeper he went into the Citadel.
Finally he declared. Ive found the Inquisitors retinue or whats left of it.
A murmur spread round the room at that, though it was interrupted by the sound of clashing metal coming from the vox followed the heavy grunt of Bifrost.
Bifrost? only silence greeted Namacuix.
A dark silence followed. It was Xilonen who broke it, My Lord the assault has reached the Citadels breech. Shall they proceed into the Citadel proper?
Tell them to hold until I give the word, order them to move only to protect themselves. Lets give Bifrost some time yet.
The vox sparked into life once more, almost in response to his words. Pull the assault forces back! Called out Bifrosts voice.
Youve found the Inquisitor?
No, but Ive found something worse, an access portal, there are thousands of the Armour forms ready to come through. They have to be stopped.
Namacuix nodded, he knew that this could only mean that Bifrost intended to detonate his warhead. Proceed.
Bifrost pressed the initiation stud upon the warhead and set the timer for ten minutes, then placed it in a recess at the side of the large chamber.
Then rising to his feet he nodded to himself. Father-Creator I come now to dine at your war table. He screamed before charging forward and throwing himself through the portal and into the enemy beyond.
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CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
AUTHOR: Operative codename - Bishop
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Player
The Player,
Pieces have moved into place, opponent held in check. Endgame is now in play.
Knight has arrived to take his place from his usurper.
Knight has given us the key to his control.
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CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
AUTHOR: Operative codename - The Player
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Bishop
The Bishop,
Player comes to see Endgame completed. Bishop will be rewarded.
Knight will join the fold.
How fares The Queen?
The Player.
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CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
AUTHOR: Operative codename - The Bishop
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Player
The Player,
Players arrival will be much anticipated. Victory will be ours!
The Queen moves to strike of her own accord. Impatience grips her.
The Player.
The cramped confines of the land raider caused the assembled officers of the Rainbow Warriors to jostle for space as they awaited Namacuix, the Lord of the Azuls having requested them to return here, for what he would have to say to them would be of great import. Surrounded by rivals and distracted by being away from the main assault, the atmosphere was tense.
Xilonen could see it in all of their eyes, their every slight movement and if he was being honest he could see it in his own. He hoped that Namacuix would arrive soon for waiting patiently while their blood sung with the hymn of battle was not something the Rainbow Warriors did well.
It was Bosatl who finally broke the silence, with all the brashness only a verdant could muster, his voice rang out expelling the vacuum. So its true then, his eyes ran over his assorted brothers, The inquisitor is inside and she needs our help?
They all turned their attention to Xilonen but it was Brothgaar who answered them, the Cleaver was sullen and withdrawn angered by being left behind in Cotillions haste. Aye, Sah Jax contacted us thirty five minutes ago, he has lost contact with the inquisitor and it seems they are beset on all sides by the enemy. The Claw shook his head as he spoke, as though angered by her impetousness, his tongue caressed the points of his teeth as though he was chewing upon a tasteless morsel.
So they expect us to save them? Expending more of our lives in a rushed assault? Growled the Verdant.
A huge figure growled at the back of the room.
Something to say Rosian? Called out Xilonen, If you have then say it, Ill not have your Arc complaining that they dont have a say.
My Company have nothing do with this, what I say is for me alone to say, I do not speak for the Rosians. The commander of the Rosians replied. Xilonen had fought beside Vassilir before and he was one of the Rosians Xilonen respected.
Xilonen nodded. Then speak candidly brother, we would have your opinion.
I concur with the Verdant, this is a waste of our time, pull back the main assault and have our ships destroy the citadel from orbit.
Brothgaar snarled at this. And kill the Inquistor and her retinue? Do this and you will face the wrath of the Cleavers.
Vassilir- Xilonen interrupted but Vassilir held up a hand to silence him.
It is clear that if the Inquisitor is not dead already, then she will be before we can reach her, she should not have separated herself from the main force.
Normally a taciturn Commander, it seemed even Vassilir had lost patience with the Inquisitor and her current endeavour.
Xilonen shook his head, Would that we could Vassilir but the Inquisitors life can not be forfeited solely to provide us with less chance of losing our Brothers lives.
Xilonen noticed Brothgaars hand drop away from the pommel of his weapon as he spoke, clearly he was intent of not allowing the Rainbow Warriors the option of not acting.
Then let the rojans wipe the enemy from the face of this planet, let them sell their lives instead of our own. Called out one of the Purans, fury clear on his face.
There was a wave of angered words called out, showing the gathered Captains anger , that the Puran would speak so openly before an outsider.
Fool. Speak not of that which we do not discuss outside of our own. called out Yingarna, the young Master of ceremonies. Xilonen was shocked by this, was there divisions even within the ranks of the Purans.
Perhaps he is right! snarled Bosatl. So far I see only Verdant blood spilled here, perhaps it is time for the other Arcs to bear the brunt and there are none fitter for this task than the Reds!
Xilonen could see that the deaths of the young scout squad played heavily in the Verdants mind. He decided he had heard enough. He hammered his fist down on the console before him. Enough!
The arguments died out at his call. Finally the Lord of the Amarils stepped forward, the eldritch fire of his eyes burning brightly, The Azul is right we are all Brothers here, it is time to end this bickering.
Xilonen nodded in the Amarils direction as he finished. We will work as one to locate the Inquisitor, there will be no more division between us.
Xilonen is right. They all turned to see who had spoke and were shocked to see Namacuix leaning against the frame of the entrance, Tonuauc supporting his other side.
They began to kneel as they saw the weapon he carried, the feathered crown of Command that sat awkwardly upon his wounded head. Even the Rosian inclined his head, the cramped confines preventing him from bending the knee of his massive armour.
Namacuix grimaced. It was Tonuauc instead who spoke. Rise brothers and look upon your new Commander.
They rose to their feet in unison, a hundred questions unasked apparent in their every movement.
Namacuix sighed, All will be explained in due course, right now it seems we have a problem.
I demand to know what has happened to Lord Bifrost. several of the Captains bristled at the Rosians words, They turned to face him putting themselves between him and Namacuix.
He is alive.
He turned away from the Rosian. With all due respect commanded thats not good enough. Namacuix turned to him, facing him down. he is alive, Rosian and barring any foolish actions on his part that is how he will remain to be.
Vassilir nodded, sensing the change in the room, Very well. He backed away from the Azul to stand at the back of the compartment.
The assembled Captains returned their attention to Namacuix. I intend to follow the Inquisitors lead by assembling a strike team to then teleport inside the Citadel. The Amarils will then move to support them, while the rest of the assault continue to press on. Now I will need volunteers.
Before anyone could respond someone called out from the entrance, then I will volunteer.
Several of the characters drew their weapons as they realised who spoke, some turning to aim at Vassilir, who simply raised his hands to show that he offered no threat.
Namacuix allowed himself a small smile, it seemed the Chapter was indeed his.
Lower your weapons. he ordered finally.
Bifrost nodded, I will not harm the rightful commander of our chapter.
So it is true then, Vassilir said, the disappointment in his voice was clear.
Aye Vassilir, it is. I am no longer fit to lead this Chapter. The Rosians. his eyes fell across all of the Captains, and the rest of you will now swear yourselves to Namacuix, for he is the new Master of this Chapter and the new Lord of Priism.
There was a few murmurs at this as though the gravity of the situation was finally sinking in.
A chance at last honour then? Namacuix asked, his anger only now dissipating
Aye lad, he offered his hand to Namacuix, grant me this one last boon.
Namacuix took his hand reluctantly, very well but you will do this without the armour of clout. You will fight as a regular brother, without this. he pointed to the Terminator suit.
I accept and I also ask that I do this alone,
Vassilir railed at this, That is suicide. Allow me to join you!
No Vassilir, you must command the Rosians in my absence, I shall take only a warhead for company, should the Inquisitor and her retinue indeed be dead, then I shall tear down the Citadel from the inside.
Vassilir looked crestfallen, Then you intend this to be your end?
Namacuix shook his head, You will not face such an end alone, two of your men will go with you. he knew that the old warrior deserved an honour guard.
If I cannot volunteer then I will help you prepare, come my Lord, he moved forward to help the former Commander remove his ancient suit of armour.
As for us? Xilonen queried.
For us? The course remains the same, protect the cities while maintaining our assault, extracting ourselves only should Bifrost have need to detonate the warhead.
Xilonen nodded You heard the Commander, you have your orders. The assembled captains saluted and moved to act on Namacuixs commands, until only Xilonen and Namacuix were left.
Namacuix sagged onto one knee. My Lord! Xilonen cried out, rushing forward to help his beleaguered lord.
It is done Xilonen, it is done. Xilonen nodded but he was disturbed by the anguish he saw in Namacuixs eyes.
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The upcoming 25th instalment in the popular James Bond franchise has been slated for a release on November 8, 2019.
Daniel Craig, who has been playing the famous spy since 2006 film "Casino Royale", has not yet been announced as being back as the British Secret Service agent.
The film's makers said that casting will be announced at a later date, reports hollywoodreporter.com.
Besides the lead actor, a director for the film has also not been revealed.
The franchise has been very successful with Craig in the starring role.
The 2012 "Skyfall" earned $1.1 billion, while 2015's "Spectre" minted $880 million at the box office worldwide. Both featured Craig,


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I know, Bismarck, North Dakota is far from the culinary capital of the world. Heck, it's not even the culinary capital of North Dakota (thanks, Fargo). I live in Western North Dakota and find myself in Bismarck pretty regularly to catch flights out of its single-terminal, 4-gate airport. I've come to know and love just a few restaurants—there aren't that many options—which I think deserve the titles of best places to eat in Bismarck, North Dakota.
There's plenty of meh. These Bismarck restaurants are surprisingly awesome! If you ever find yourself driving along I-94 through North Dakota with an appetite, I recommend any and all of them.
Fireflour Pizza
When you ask people what the best restaurant in Bismarck is, they will most likely say either Fireflour Pizza or Blarney Stone (which I'll talk about next). Fireflour is a self-proclaimed Neapolitan pizzeria and craft coffee bar. Pretty fancy. I've eaten Neapolitan pizza in Naples, so I was only cautiously optimistic about eating it in North Dakota, but Fireflour Pizza is SO GOOD.
The wood fired oven was literally built in Naples and shipped over. The ingredients are fresh and pretty dang gourmet, at least if the amount of Italian on their menu is any indicator. I don't know what la quercia prosciutto is, but it sounds fancier than regular prosciutto and I'm into it. Same goes for you, Berkshire fennel sausage and Sicilian oregano.
A plain 12″ cheese pizza will run you $12, which really isn't bad for the quality. They also offer breakfast, craft coffee, beer, and lots of wine. I've never had anything less than amazing pizza, beer, and lots of wine at Fireflour.
Blarney Stone
The vibe of Blarney Stone, like Fireflour, is definitely ~classy casual~. Blarney Stone is decorated like an old fashioned Irish tavern and offers a mix of typical American gastropub food and traditional Irish food. For example, you've got fish n chips, bangers and mash, Irish strew made with Guinness, etc. but also a bunch of mouthwatering burgers, mozzarella sticks, and nachos. The service here has always been awesome, too. I think Blarney Stone is my favorite "nice date night" place in Bismarck (my boyfriend would argue Panera bread because he once saw our local weatherman there… I am not kidding. Classic North Dakota).
Note: you do have to be 21 or older to even eat here, since it's technically a bar. On that note, the Ireland-inspired cocktails are delicious and hilariously named. Fancy a Nutty Irishman? Maybe a Celtic Cooler? Magners and Baileys are obviously present in many of them. Hit 'em up at Happy Hour and try them all!
Noodlezip's tagline is "Authentic. Casual. Asian." and that about sums it up. I never expected to find such delicious Asian food in the rural Midwest, but Noodlezip is really, really delicious. Some highlights are their side of red kimchi, pork buns, pho, ramen, and pad Thai. I usually take pause when I see a restaurant trying to serve like, eight different nationalities of food at once. I feel like it's hard to do that many things correctly. However, Noodlezip nails the Japanese ramen as hard as the Vietnamese pho, and don't get me started on the pad Thai. It's all solid, including the house sake and Asian beer selection! Just look at this menu and try not to salivate. I DARE YOU.
Much like Fireflour and Blarney Stone, the ingredients at Noodlezip always taste fresh and authentic. I would say Noodlezip is the most casual dining experience of the top three. It was first recommended to me by a hipster foodie friend, so you know Noodlezip is legit.
JL Beers
JL Beers is a North Dakota (and a little into Western Minnesota?) burger n' beer joint chain. I am the first to say boo to chain restaurants, but if you're gonna be a chain in any state isn't North Dakota the humblest? I think so.
Anyway, JL Beers made this list because it's affordable and fairly reliably good. It's hard to mess up when you have two menu items. Okay, I'm rounding down a tad; along with beef burgers, they offer chicken breast or black bean patties. Along with fresh-cut fries, they offer fresh-cut chips. The service can be meh at JL Beers, just a lot of youngsters who don't seem to care all that much, but that's only on an off night. Most of the time I find it just fine.
The main attraction at JL Beers is the draft beer. There are always 30ish draft beers from around the country/world on offer! You can sample them before you commit to one, too. Some of my favorites in the past have been Hofbrau's Hefeweisen (Germany), Kona Big Wave (Hawaii) and Laughing Sun Red Dwarf (Bismarck)!
Like Blarney Stone, you have to be 21 to be in here.
Pirogue Grille
Pirogue Grille is fancy, if you couldn't tell from the way they spell "grille". Chef Stuart used to work at Pebble Beach in Florida, the hella famous exclusive golf course. Even I've heard of Pebble Beach.
Be warned, the cheapest entree on their menu (chicken breast stuffed with smoked cheddar with an apple slaw garnish) is $23. It's all obscenely tasty and gourmet. If the dinner price tags alarm you, you could always just come here for a supremely classy dessert after dinner at somewhere more affordable (this is a move I've perfected after years of being a poor college student but with a taste for the finer things, once in a while). You could also get an appetizer, salad, and dessert for the price of one entree. The portions aren't huge, but damn it if Pirogue Grille hasn't masted the entire concept of quality over quantity.
Long story short: if you want a VERY NICE dinner in Bismarck, even if that also means VERY EXPENSIVE, come here!
Terra Nomad Company
First of all, I want you to just go to Terra Nomad's website for a second. This place is just so trendy and cool. I'm literally intimidated by their home page. It's not open very late—7 PM at the latest, and only til 3 PM on Saturdays. It's more of a lunch/bakery situation, that prides itself on fresh, local ingredients and working with local farmers. The menu even tells you which farm some of the dishes are sourced from, which is so rad.
I highly recommend any and all of their "sconewiches", which are sandwiches made with savory cheesy scones as bread (anywhere between $10-$13). Always ask if there's anything new or special here, since I think creativity with whatever local ingredients they have on hand is kinda Terra Nomad's whole thing.
Boozy Bonus: Laughing Sun Brewery
Laughing Sun Brewery is not technically a food establishment… but dang, their beer is the bomb dot com. The brewery had a super cool atmosphere, very low key and relaxing (at least when I've been there). They play good music and the bartenders really know their stuff.
There you have it. What's YOUR favorite restaurant in Bismarck? Are you a fan of any of the above? Holla at me in the comments!


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I hear the training material is quite flexible
Seriously though thats tragic to hear Brandon! when crocs start taking the brunt then you know just how stuffed a system is.
Its rather heart breaking what we are doing to our watercourses.
As a sad illustration of this I drove through Irene the other day and crossed a little stream that looked quite fishable.
When I had a propper look at the pools they were covered in soo much white foam/froth that it looked like a bubble bath.
Now you cant tell me that thats due to any natural processes, or that its not visible
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"All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure." - Mark Twain
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Smallstream fanatic, plus I do some other things that I can't tell you about
"All the tips or magical insights in the world can't replace devotion, dedication, commitment, and gumption - and there is not secret in that" - Glenn Brackett
The pathology suggests that the lungs and throat were badly infected (effect of H2S gas?) on the croc! There have even been Hippo's that have died....
That little stream is most definitely affected by sewerage, unless there is a waterfall somewhere creating the foam......but doubt that be the case.
No waterfall near the place I saw in Irene. The foam was like little icebergs or cumulous clouds drifting in clumps that looked about 30cm high.
I was actually quite bewildered when I first saw it.
"All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure." - Mark Twain


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Another day of traditional pursuits but for us
were not.
This day does us no favors.
I asked. I did.
Maybe it's just that no one here can tell us
how to get out.
Another way.
To my old friend Gabriel I said hello. Then crossed my mouth, looked for other company.
Comes another. A name I don't know trys to sell just a book.
Pages flipping.
All the words disappear
under tears come
slowly down.
The radio static sounds the same as when your mouth moves. All again together.
They are not here to be made of our remnants. There is no sense to be made of it. No happy home. Could be we start over in another town. But we are this. One we and not another.
All the people see it all the same. Us to them.
No doubt they had supper together
slowly chewing
as still talk
As a child the day I knew how to dream it ended. Soon. Before any of us could know.
Some childish creature enabled of dreams til they beat it out of us. They said it was safer this way.
And so I wish you could have been too but
this day does us no favors.


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We all know toddlers say the funniest things, but this isn't about toddlers. Kids in Reception say funny things too. Let's be honest, kids in Year 5 do as well. Who knew?
I've been recording my kids' funniest questions and comments for a while now and it's time to share them with the world. I hope you find them as funny as I do. When I'm feeling down I just look at a couple of pages of that little notebook and I laugh so much I cry.
I'm lucky enough to have three gorgeous kids – two boys and a little girl. They are all like chalk and cheese.
Number 1 boy is 10. He cannot sit still and he cannot be quiet. He loves science, history, facts and collecting things. He used to ask the most implausible questions, often related to natural disasters. Now he's a bit older he specialises in human behaviour questions. He's getting quite judgemental about right and wrong, but doesn't yet realise there are subtleties and grey areas. The subject matter may have moved on, but the relentless questioning hasn't.
Number 2 boy is 7. He is highly intelligent and the least demanding of the three. Maybe he doesn't need to ask so many question because he already knows the answers? He is either bouncing around at 100mph or sat in front of a screen – DS, Wii, Angry Birds, Club Penguin…
Littl girl is 5. She is impeccably behaved and brilliant at whatever she does because of her incredible ability to concentrate, listen and copy – whether school work, swimming or dance moves. A shy, quiet child until she was almost 4, she changed almost overnight when she started wearing glasses. Once she could see she had the confidence to talk and two years of missed chatter and questioning cam tumbling out.
I love them to bits, I hope you will too.
We all know toddlers say the funniest things, but this isn't about toddlers. Kids in Reception say funny things too. Let's be honest, kids in Year 5 do as well. Who knew?


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Written by Caroline Saunders on 14th October 2014
Category: Business Travel
As far as best beaches go there are endless lists compiled in travel magazines and on websites like TripAdvisor. The majority have secluded stretches of white powdered sand, azure seas, dramatic backdrops, and exotic vegetation. All of this is nice enough, but the truth is you can't beat a beach with atmosphere, history and maybe even a bit of a reputation.
1. Copacabana Beach, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Copacabana beach is a wondrous combination of land and sea, full of sunbathers and kids showing off their football skills. It plays host to numerous events throughout the year including a spectacular New Year's Eve Party, said to be one of the largest in the world. Rafaela Baraldi, SilverDoor's Group Financial Controller, is originally from Sao Paulo, and has this to say about the beach:
"Paris has its café culture, whereas Copa' has its kiosk culture. Stop at one of the many stands dotted along the boardwalk and enjoy local specialities such as a refreshing Açaí bowl, a glass of Caipirinha or fresh coconut water."
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2. Venice Beach, California, USA
Venice Beach is a hive of activity from the moment the sun rises deep into the light of the moon. It's also one of the best places in the world to simply sit back and "people watch". Alison Makosz, SilverDoor's Group Head of Partner Relationships loves Venice Beach. In her opinion:
"It's a Californian cliché and a little bit hair-raising, but it really is fun to hire roller boots and skate along the boardwalk in your bikini".
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3. Boulders Beach, Cape Town, South Africa
You probably wouldn't want to get too near to the majority of the wildlife in South Africa, but at Boulders Beach you can get up-close-and-personal to the African Penguin. Located in Cape Peninsula, near Simon's Town, the beach is within the Table Mountain National Park.
Stuart Winstone, SilverDoor's Commercial Director, has done numerous trips to Cape Town and been really impressed by Boulders Beach:
"Boulders Beach is the place to go for wildlife. It's home to a majestic colony of African penguins, which can be seen up close, and doubles as a nature preserve. While not your typical white sand beach, it's a must-visit spot, perfect for families for travelling couples."
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4. Blackpool, Lancashire, England
According to the old French proverb, "It's impossible to overdo luxury". If Blackpool is anything to go by then you can't overdo tacky sentimental traditions. It's the great British seaside at its best, so don your knotted hanky, role up your trousers and relax in a deckchair with newspaper wrapped fish and chips. July is the hottest month in Blackpool with an average of 16°C. Not exactly the giddy heights of the South of France, but Blackpool's seven miles of golden sand is glorious in the sunshine (even if the North Sea water is a little chilly).
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5. Bondi Beach, Sydney, Australia
Bondi is a "city beach" and, therefore, full of contradictions. It's energetic and laid back, spontaneous and thoughtful, cheap 'n' cheerful, high maintenance and glamorous; be you backpacker or billionaire you'll get a "fair go" at Bondi. Francis Buchanan, SilverDoor's Junior Content Writer, offers this idea:
"Visit the famous Bondi Icebergs Club to swim laps in the 50 metre Olympic pool. Then later enjoy sunset drinks on the huge, sweeping balcony overlooking the beach". Maybe this is opposed to braving the shark infested waters.
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Vein treatment center offers expert care and an ocean view
When you specialize in one thing, you get pretty good at it. That's the idea behind Oceana Vein Specialists in Oceanside. Dr. Adam Isadore centers his practice on treating varicose and spider veins and has trained to become the best. He's a fellowship-trained vascular and interventional radiologist who studied at the New York University Langone Medical Center in New York, rated one of the top 10 hospitals in the country.
"Since we focus exclusively on varicose and spider veins, we are able to provide unparalleled customer service, streamline office visits, and offer superior outcomes," Isadore said.
Another thing that sets Oceana Vein Specialists apart from other offices is the view. It's spectacular no matter which way you look. When Isadore started his practice in 2016, he did a complete renovation of the office space. Exam and procedure rooms offer sweeping views of the ocean on one side, and of Fire Mountain in Oceanside on the other.
"We have found this offers our patients a more relaxed and enjoyable experience outside of a hospital setting," Isadore said.
Isadore gets a deep sense of satisfaction in seeing his patients satisfied with their outcomes.
"I've always loved doing procedures, particularly minimally invasive vascular procedures," he says. "There is a real sense of accomplishment in treating someone's concerns with painless, minimally invasive techniques. I decided to focus exclusively on venous disease as I feel there is a real shortage of vascular experts treating varicose veins and spider veins. Plus it is extremely rewarding to see happy patients after we eliminate their leg veins. Often, patients have been dealing with unsightly or painful leg veins for years, and it has been rewarding to offer them easy, office-based treatments to cure their concerns."
Varicose veins affect nearly 25 percent of adults. They are bulging, often painful engorged veins of the legs that can progress over time. Such veins are worsened by prolonged standing, pregnancy or excessive weight. Along with being unsightly, there are several other symptoms associated with varicose veins, including skin discoloration, leg and ankle swelling, leg restlessness, numbness and ulcers. Spider veins are tiny surface veins that resemble a spider web on the skin's surface that most people would rather live without.
There are several different ways to tackle varicose and spider veins and most are quick and minimally invasive. Isadore offers a variety of treatments, including thermal ablation, sclerotherapy, microphlebectomy and laser treatment. All procedures are done at the office using local anesthesia.
Most of the procedures offered by Isadore are covered by insurance as well as Medicare and Medi-Cal. The administrative staff is expert at maintaining pre-authorization from insurance providers and can also advocate on a patient's behalf for coverage. The first consultation is free. The office is located at 2125 South El Camino Real, Suite 210 in Oceanside. To learn more, go to oceanavein.com or call 760-769-8346.
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Hmm… I've been writing a lot of obscure posts of late… much more than usual anyway. Guess it has something to do with the large number of non-disclosure agreements I've signed, the even larger number of documents marked 'Confidential' I've read, the security measures I've religiously followed, and the like, of late. I almost feel ready to work at R&AW (Yes, that is still an ambition. Only, now, it's narrowed down to NTFO and Joint Cipher Bureau).
I've not done much reading of late. Nor do I travel by BMTC anymore. Basically I don't indulge in activities that are blogpost-fodder.
I might want to write about the recent conversion-yada and the media reports that followed, but then I have neither the time nor the inclination to respond to people who'd read it and say, "Heck, where's my flame-thrower?". The sweeping generalizations and general lack-of-informedness of such a bunch are too much to take, and I'd not be saying anything that folks haven't already said on the comments section of Churumuri.
Talking of Churumuri, this one screenshot of Aaj Tak reporting on Rahul Gandhi deserves a look:
Moving from TV to radio, I find that all radio stations in Bangalore sound the darned same! Same songs, same boring RJs, same programming formats. Little wonder then that listener loyalty is at rock bottom or lower. And it's not entirely the channels' fault… the private ones aren't allowed to telecast news. I'm not sure if it would be better if they were allowed to… all news channels also sound/look the same these days. On a more constructive note, why can't they innovate and do something other than have music with breaks for R-bit Jokers to talk idiocy in? Just give the music a rest for once? And have something nice like a talk show? Or some serious discussion forum for once? Or atleast an arbit discussion forum? Stand-up comedy?
Though I must say Radio One is one better than the rest… Chamrajpet Charles, Ulfat Sultan, Ghanta Singh… I laike!
But even it doesn't come close to what RadioCity was in its first couple of years. The sheer variety of music they played was mind-blowing. Obscure and unknown should-have-been-hits unearthed from nowhere! I had a bout of nostalgia when I accidentally came across the soundtrack of this Sunny Deol-Sushmita Sen starrer Zor. The music was composed by Agosh, of Paisa fame. They were the same guys who composed the first few RadioCity jingles.
And where did I come across this song? This godawesome Music Search Engine: Guruji Music. Guruji.com is the Indian search engine… searches only pages which are from India. I don't much use their search, but their music search is the best thing on earth since sliced bread. They comb the databases of all the Indian music streaming sites. End result, any Indian song since 1932 can be found on that site. Wow!
And I also found the only Kannada song that Kishore Kumar has sung. For those of you interested, here it is – Haadu, aata aadu. Frickin' wow!
Though, I must say it's clunky. I'd prefer a better interface that allows me to search on multiple parameters at once, that allows me to filter my results on more than one field. Like now when I'm searching for Asha Bhonsle, I end up with close to 20 pages of results. If I'm looking for Bengali songs of hers from the '70s, I've to either filter my results to only the Bengali tracks, or to her '70s tracks, but not both. And it doesn't support boolean search. Doesn't support quotes which ensure your search string is searched for as such, and not its variations. Side effect: if you search for Rock On, the 'on' is ignored, and your results include some arbit 'rock the party mix' too.
I watched Rock On last week. Goodlooking Arjun. Okay-looking Farhan. Sweet-looking Purab. And I've never seen a better-looking dying person than Luke Kenny. Who, in my opinion, looks better with short hair than with lustrous locks that makes me hate the hard water of Surathkal even more for ruining my once-lustrous locks.
The music is nice. The lyrics are tacky. Which adds to the entire rock-band effect – they sound juuust like they were written by an average-Lakshman-aka-Lucky type.
The performances are nice. Especially the lady who played Arjun Rampal's wife. And Purab Kohli. And his oh-so-sweet looks deserve another mention.
But the plot is tripe. Every bit of it. More so since it puts in every damn cliche in the book, and even more so since it seems like an elaborate excuse to fit in the music.
However, in all, it doesn't feel like an assault on my senses. Which seems to be the only parameter I seem to use to evaluate movies these days.
Now that's a post I've been meaning to write for close to a year now – how to evaluate movies. I somehow have never been able to get the right words to express what I mean to say. And never the right lines either – everything I want to say seems to be a contradiction in itself.
Talking of Lakshman-aka-Lucky, Ashok Krish (who does Jalpa, shows Jilpa and puts Gilma, and comes up with amaklamatic expressions like "Holy Mother of Mel Maruvaththur!" and "Holy Saint of Samayapuram!") has a friend who's come up with a new term for folks BITSians refer to as ChOMs (Chapati-oriented Monkeys. Their terminology, not mine) – read all about it here.
And when I talk of evaluating movies, this post sort of says part of what I want to say. But then, for that matter, Dipta Chaudhuri/Calcutta Chromosome frequently says all that I have to say, more succintly and in a more feel-good way than I can ever dream of. Mr. Chaudhuri, I don't know if you read other blogs or what, and if you read mine or what, but let me tell you, right from when I stumbled onto your blog while looking for Quick-Gun Murugan, I've been a diehard fan of your writing style. The feel-good-ness and positivity of your writing is something I aspire to achieve.
Another thing about this blog… he blogs on Bengali literature so passionately that it kindled in me the desire to read some Tamil literature. And what did I do? I, who take the better part of an hour to read the review of Anniyan in Kumudham, jumped straight into Kalki Krishnamurthy's Ponniyin Selvan. That's like the average Korean starting off with Wordsworth. My sister and I spent fifteen minutes deciphering the contents of a page before we realized it was the preface.
My saga didn't end there… I found an English translation of the novel. Thanks a ton, Dushyanth. 44 chapters later, the translation ended. But the action in the novel was just beginning. So, well, I was left wondering what happens to Vandiyathevan and Aditya Karikalan… and Poonkuzhali and Kundhavai.
Next step… I asked my granny to read it out for me. Brilliant experience, I must say, especially with granny putting interesting trivia and fundae on Yaazhpanam, Pazhayarai, Kalki Krishnamurthy, you name it. But then granny being a very busy granny with more books to read and more grandchildren to pamper has gone to visit cousins of mine and once again I'm left high and dry right in the middle of all the action.
Oh, and my BMTC post got the attention of Bangalore Mirror. Only, they chose to publish it without my permission. While I now have adequate grounds to sue them (they violated the Creative Commons Non-Commercial License my blog is under), I think I'll be content with just informing the losers that there is something called a LICENSE, and that arbit copypasting from the Net CAN put you in serious shite.
And the publishing DID get ME into serious trouble with the cousin I'd mentioned in the post. And it did drive me to a point where I seriously considered suing Bangalore Mirror for indirect emotional torture.
Aaand we come close to the end of yet another post that is about everything in general and nothing in particular. I'm considering starting a blog which publishes really, really arbit posts collected from bloggers blogosphere-wide. What say?
I was thinking of calling it "Minestrone for the arbit soul", or some such. And maybe I can get a book version published. And come up with newer editions, all named "A(n) Xth Helping of Minestrone for the Arbit Soul". And maybe I can use clustering algorithms to group posts into broad groups. Label generation will have to be perfected to automatically generate titles – "Minestrone for the Sporty|Filmi|Paparrazi|Bangalorean|Bong|Political soul".
What say?
Obscure tailpiece: I'd just like to say thanks to two gentlemen I know. Communication is a wonderful thing.