[NA] Looking for fellow summoners, Gold to Emerald Elo
2024.11.24 23:00 KansoTengen [NA] Looking for fellow summoners, Gold to Emerald Elo
Hi everyone, looking for people to play with in this skill level. Norms, Ranked, and Aram are on the table. I always play to win but at the same time I want to have fun and experience and enjoy the game with others instead of playing solo. I'm chill a guy and adc is my main role but I can play the other roles well also!
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2024.11.24 23:00 kobraflame Finally got a Para 3 LW that wasn’t bad.
 | 4th go at buying one of these- I see why it sold out and I had to pay resell price as well :) Dang it took a bunch of times to get one that was correct as well- I couldn’t believe how each time I purchased this knife model it had its own unique issue that was insanely frustrating to own and operate. submitted by kobraflame to knifeclub [link] [comments] |
2024.11.24 23:00 Wide-Collection-6742 Söker matte hjälp!!
Pluggar nu matte 1c och vill förbättra min problemslösning nivå, samt plugga svårare nivåer. Undrar om det är någon här som kan ta en elev? Betalar 150-200kr per timme
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2024.11.24 23:00 Fakeuconn Turn off individual lights
Just installed the pro version. The app is less than intuitive. I want to turn off individual lights. Every post I see appears to have an older version of the app than I have. Step by step guidance would be helpful. Thanks.
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2024.11.24 23:00 Annual-Hat-5015 My dorm smells bad 24/7 because of my roommate. IDK what to do…
I (18F) moved into my dorm around 2 months ago and within the first week I started noticing a smell as soon as I opened the door. I have two roommates, both (18F), we’ll name one Sam and the other Emily. It’s important to know that Emily has the side closest to the door, meaning youre met with her bed, closet, and other things as soon as entering. I got the bunk above her bed, and feel that through out the night I wake up and smells musty. Through out the first week, I thought it was the room being unoccupied for so long. Soon came to realize the odor came from within her closet. Emily tends to wear sandals everyday, and the smell of old lady feet emanates through the room. I am embarrassed to have anyone over, even when it’s her own friends. In the first month, Sam went home for the weekend and brought back plug in air fresheners, aside from the bottles of febreeze I’ve been running through. It initially helped the smell and I was relieved but hours later I felt the smell creep up again despite the air freshener being on max use. It is now about to be week 9, end of fall quarter, and I began leaving my room to study rooms to help focus better on my work. It has gotten to the point where I feel nauseated every time I enter my room and as a homebody, preferring to leave the room is baffling. Sam has also noticed the smell, she has a top bunk next to mine and has woken up from the foul smell. We both tried to justify it in the beginning, but the rancid smell is just too much. The issue is that her stuff smells even after she does laundry and I’m genuinely confused and have started to be concerned for her. What should I do…?
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2024.11.24 23:00 Ruth172 Sunrise alarm
Any recommendations for a sunrise alarm that is easy to change the wake up time. I had tried the Google nest but I need to wake a different time each day and found it irritating to have to set up a whole new alarm each time as it wasn’t saving any default settings. Grateful for any recommendations from people who change their wake time regularly
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2024.11.24 23:00 Last_Championship909 Why is my Python QoS 2 test faster than QoS 1?
Im working on a school paper and did some testing with a Rasberry Pi and MQTT. I was testing sending data using different QoS levels and using that data to create charts on performance. For some reason, I get better results with QoS 2 compared to QoS 1. I though QoS 1 would be even slightly faster, it using less communication after all. It could also be because of my device, network or environment I have setup where the difference doesnt show. My broker is my own desktop PC with mosquitto and the rasberry Pi is in the same network on WLAN.
Example test result for QoS 0: Total time for 500 messages: 0.3736 seconds Throughput: 1338.23 messages/second
Example test result for QoS 1: Total time for 500 messages: 0.4494 seconds Throughput: 1112.67 messages/second
Example test result for QoS 2: Total time for 500 messages: 0.3266 seconds Throughput: 1530.71 messages/second
import time import json import paho.mqtt.client as mqtt data = { 'sensor_id': 0, 'temperature': 23.5, 'humidity': 45.8 } broker_url = '' topic = 'sensodata' num_messages = 500 def on_publish(client, userdata, mid): pass client = mqtt.Client() client.on_publish = on_publish client.connect(broker_url, port=1883) client.loop_start() start_time = time.time() for i in range(num_messages): try: publish_start = time.time() data['sensor_id'] = i + 1 json_data = json.dumps(data) result = client.publish(topic, json_data.encode(), qos=1, retain=False) publish_end = time.time() time_to_publish = publish_end - publish_start print(f"Publish time for message {i + 1}: {time_to_publish:.6f} seconds") except Exception as e: print(f"Message {i + 1} failed: {e}") total_time = time.time() - start_time throughput = num_messages / total_time print(f"Total time for {num_messages} messages: {total_time:.4f} seconds") print(f"Throughput: {throughput:.2f} messages/second") client.loop_stop() client.disconnect() 2024.11.24 23:00 the_lost_library Inscribed
I fought against my restraints, deftly moving to get to my feet. With two fingers, I fished out the lockpicks tucked into a small pocket in my left boot. Working with my hands behind my back, I gently guided the lockpick into the shackle. With my eyes on my captors through the gaps in the cage, I kept my breath even, making sure not to alert them as the horse-drawn cart made its way along the well-tread path. The capital city of Auraneth lay in the distance, where a large castle rested atop a hill near the town center, the tall spires piercing the sky above. This was not the first time I had seen the capital city, nor even the second or third. Still, I was hoping I wouldn’t see it again so soon.
I coughed as one shackle came free, covering up the sound of it softly clattering to the floor of the cage. The other was much easier to pick now that one of my hands was free. I managed to lower this shackle to the floor of the cage silently as my eyes darted around, looking for an available exit. Several buildings loomed around us like silent sentinels as we passed through a quiet farming village on the outskirts of the city.
“Lucem noctis revelare,” I whispered quietly to myself.
Instantly, there was a flash in my vision before the night turned into day around me as the spell took effect. I eyed the lock on the cage from the inside as I thought up a plan. Three guards in the front, three in the back, and one on each side, not counting the one driving the cart. The lock looked simple enough, easy to pick, but not while there were this many eyes around. I didn’t have much mana in reserve, and an Illusion spell would use up nearly all of it, but I didn’t have much choice.
I closed my eyes and concentrated.
“Imago falsa, mundo imponere. Quod volo, videant!” I muttered under my breath. I opened my eyes again and looked out in front of the cart, imagining a horde of bandits approaching us quickly.
A sharp pain exploded in my skull, searing like a dagger being driven between my eyes, stabbing into my brain.
I cried out in pain, grabbing my head in my hands as the sensation receded. Vaguely, I was aware of the rippling, purplish sheen originating from the point I had been staring at. It radiated out, revealing the shape of a box just within the boundaries of the cage.
Seriously, a magic barrier? All I did was steal some junk. Royal junk, but junk nonetheless.
The guards, however, were not amused. Noticing my free hands, they quickly surrounded the cage, pointing their halberds and spears in my direction, ready to skewer me through the gaps in the cage.
The driver stopped the cart, turning around to look at me. Swearing under his breath, he ushered the guards closer. They moved in, closing the distance between me and their weapons even more. If I moved, I was dead.
Inserting his key in the lock, he opened the cage door.
For a fleeting moment, I considered pushing him out of the way and quickly making a run for it. I knew I wouldn’t make it though, my mana was extremely low, and the guards had already done a number on me during my capture. I wouldn’t make it five horse-lengths before they cut me down.
Sighing with resignation, I closed my eyes as the driver pulled his fist back.
Oh, just save yourself the trouble and kill me now.
The thought echoed in my mind as his fist made contact and consciousness slipped away.
***
I was unceremoniously shoved to my knees, stripped of all my tools and clothes after my lukewarm escape attempt. I had been made to consume a magic-nullifying potion beforehand, draining me of all of my mana. After a night in the royal dungeon, all I had on were prisoner rags, worn leather moccasins, and tight iron shackles around my wrists and ankles.
Slowly, I lifted my head. There he was, King Cassian of the Kingdom of Aetheria, seated at his throne with several guards and knights stationed around him. My eyebrow slowly raised as I took in the heightened level of security.
Okay, this is far too much security for the junk I stole. Unless the junk I stole was far more valuable than even I realize.
My eyes scanned over the armor-clad forms stationed all around King Cassian, nearly surrounding him on all sides. My eyes widened in astonishment as I met the gaze of one particular individual standing just behind the king, her hand on the back of his throne as she stood tall, sneering down at me with unfettered contempt in her eyes. I let out a quiet disbelieving chuckle, shocked at the level of authority my sentencing warranted.
Sweet sow udders, what in the blazing Infernus have I gotten myself into?
As if sensing my growing unease, the King’s trusted Royal Advisor of the Mystic Arts, Head Sorceress Malora de Viperius, looked down at me with a proud, satisfied smile, clearly savoring the anxiety churning in my stomach from her mere presence.
I gulped quietly, forcing down an undignified whine as the justiciar stepped forward.
“Serana Ravenwood, you stand accused of High Treason, Thievery, Espionage, and the murders of Prince Caldan and Queen Elaria,” the justiciar declared loudly, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
I balked at the charges, a chorus of murmurs rippling through the hall as nobles and officials whispered amongst themselves, their faces a mixture of shock, intrigue, and skepticism.
“Now wait just a moment!” I shouted, bringing myself to my feet.
The room exploded into action. Several nearby knights pointed their spears at me, sharp tips mere inches away. The security detail around the king moved like clockwork, shielding him from my view. Malora’s eyes glowed a sickly green, her hands crackling with magic as she took a step forward and prepared an attack.
I froze, raising my hands in surrender.
“I-” was all I managed before a knight stepped forward, kicking the back of my knee. Pain shot up my leg as I fell, before he grabbed me and pressed his sword against my throat.
“Move again, and I’ll bleed you like the filthy pig you are,” he hissed into my ear, his voice muffled by the cold steel of his helmet.
The blade bit into my skin just enough to make me wince. I didn’t dare breathe, much less move.
A heavy silence blanketed the hall before the King’s voice cut through.
“Alveradin, stand down and let her speak,” came a tired, yet commanding tone from the throne.
The knights surrounding him hesitated before parting, their movements stiff with reluctance. Slowly, King Cassian came back into view, his weary eyes fixed on me. It was then I noticed the two smaller thrones beside him, both empty, and a lump formed in my throat.
Malora’s gaze flicked to the king, her brow furrowed. The king nodded, and the glow of her magic dimmed. Though her fingers still twitched, her spell ready to spring back at a moment’s notice.
The knight behind me paused before finally withdrawing his sword, but didn’t sheathe it. He remained behind me, a looming reminder of the precarious position I found myself in.
Swallowing hard, I fixed my gaze on the floor.
“I-I did steal some jewelry, a decorated scabbard, a-and a few trinkets from the royal chambers,” I stammered, lifting my head to meet the King’s mournful gaze, “But I swear to you, King Cassian, I didn’t kill the Prince or the Queen.”
I swallowed nervously before continuing.“I didn’t even see them in the chambers. No one was there but me. I-I grabbed my stolen items and left the way I came, through the same window. I never laid eyes on either Prince Caldan or Queen Elaria.”
The crowd broke into a flurry of hushed murmurs. The justiciar leaned toward the King’s council as they exchanged brief words.
I scanned the room, desperate to find a flicker of sympathy on someone’s face. As my gaze traveled, I locked eyes with the Head Sorceress. A chill ran down my spine as our gazes met, her eyes brimming with malice and irritation. I shivered as she stared daggers into my soul, before turning back to the king as he raised a hand to quiet the room.
“Ithner,” the King commanded, “bring forth the evidence.”
The justiciar stepped forward once again, a wooden box in his hands. He held it high for the crowd to see, before opening it and drawing out a dagger. Wicked and black, the blade resembled frozen flame with silver inlays crawling up its center like lightning. The craftsmanship was exquisite, nearly hypnotic. I looked at the blade with awe, which quickly turned to disgust as the realization dawned.
I used a dagger as my main weapon. All thieves carried at least one.
My mouth opened to protest, but the justiciar’s voice cut through.
“This,” he announced as he held the blade for all to see, “was found at the scene of the crime, covered in poison.”
He lowered the dagger and slowly paced a small circle as he continued.“Whoever killed Queen Elaria and Prince Caldan knew exactly what they were doing. The Queen’s throat was cut cleanly, while the Prince suffered multiple strikes aimed to cause maximum damage.”
The crowd whispered amongst themselves as Ithner made his case.
“The poison on this blade? Nightshade. A flower that grows along the border of the Black Forest, right by the reported location of the Thieves’ Guild.”
“A guild of which you,” he said as he pointed at me, “are a known member.”
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. The crowd murmured uneasily, a wave of judgment swelling around me.
Sensing this, Ithner smiled briefly before continuing.
“Serana Ravenwood, your exploits are infamous across Auraneth and beyond. Your skill in combat and your ability to evade capture are well-documented. You even managed to breach the security of the royal chambers, a feat that few can accomplish.”
The justiciar leaned forward, locking eyes with me. His voice dropped, heavy with accusation.
“You have slipped through the fingers of justice for far too long. It is no great leap to imagine you’ve turned to assassination, lured by the promise of greater rewards. And now, on the very night of this heinous crime, you claim you were merely stealing trinkets?”
The room erupted in murmurs, the weight of their suspicion beginning to press down on me.
For a split second, a seed of doubt was planted in my mind. Then I cast it away as I clenched my teeth hard and raised my head defiantly.
“Yes,” I said firmly. My voice echoed through the hall, silencing some of the whispers.
“I would never kill Prince Caldan and Queen Elaria, just as I have never killed anyone in all my life. Yes, I’ve stolen. Yes, I’ve fought to defend myself. But I have never spilled blood with the intent to kill.”
I pointed at the black dagger in his grasp, my voice even and cutting.
“That is not my blade. No professional thief would ever leave behind such damning evidence - much less their own weapon. Ask the guards who apprehended me. They’ll tell you that I had my own dagger when I was captured.”
I squared my shoulders and looked the justiciar right in the eye, my voice filled with defiance as I delivered my next statement.
“Do you honestly believe that I, a professional thief who evaded your guards for years, would be foolish enough to leave my own weapon behind at the scene of a crime? Please, even a thief like me has pride.”
Alveradin scoffed at this as the crowd once again erupted into murmurs, louder this time. Faces flitted between suspicion and doubt as both parties finished making their cases.
The justiciar stared me down, his grip on the dagger tightening. I remained defiant, despite my trembling hands. I clasped them together tightly, sucking in a breath as the sounds of debate intensified.
They died down as the King once again raised his hand for silence.
“Malora,” the King called.
Malora approached the throne, bowing her head.
“Yes, my lord?” she asked, her voice like satin.
“Show us the truth,” he commanded, his eyes betraying his growing impatience.
A wicked smirk pulled Malora’s full lips into a delighted smile.
“As you wish, my lord,” she said, bowing slightly.
She turned to me, and I felt my stomach drop. Dread flushed into my system as she approached me, her hand raised to grasp my skull. I stepped back involuntarily, only to be shoved forward by Alveradin.
I stumbled forward, straight into the Head Sorceress’ grasp.
Malora’s sharp nails dug into my scalp as her fingers wrapped around my head like a vice, forcing my head down and locking it in place parallel to the floor. I could see nothing but the cold marble of the King’s hall beneath me. My breathing turned shallow and fast as I felt the crackle of magic in the air as an ethereal wind surrounded us, freezing my body in place. Hot green energy flowed into Malora’s hand, burning my scalp as I screamed.
“Now,” Malora purred with malevolent intent, “let us witness what really happened that night.”
I cried out in pain as the green glow of Malora’s magic filled the hall, distorted apparitions reflected across the polished stone floor as a magical reenactment of that night’s events unfolded above us. I closed my eyes as I grit my teeth, the top of my skull burning with a magical heat.
It was then that I heard it - a sharp, bloodcurdling scream. From right above me.
My eyes shot open, the pain all but forgotten as my face twisted with confusion and disbelief. Angry shouts emanated from the magical display, followed by the sounds of an intense scuffle. And finally, a gurgled cry as the sickening wet thunk of a blade piercing flesh echoed throughout the hall.
My eyes widened with horror as I realized what was happening.
I’m being framed.
“No…” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Angry murmurs swept through the hall as the grotesque fabrication played out overhead, voices laced with judgment growing louder by the second. Pain and disbelief gave way to anger as I balled my hands into fists. My pulsed thundered in my ears as I shouted out.
“A lie! That is all a lie! I’m being fra-” my voice cut off as the heat encompassing my head flared to unbearable levels, my shout melting into a painful scream.
“Silence, filth” Malora hissed, her voice dripping with venom, “Your lies mean nothing now. The truth has been revealed.”
Several wet stabbing sounds continued above us before the King stood up.
“Enough!” he shouted, pain and anger swelling his voice to an unnatural volume.
A heavy silence echoed through the hall as Malora’s magic faded away, her hand relinquishing its iron grip on my head, releasing me from my paralysis. I fell to the floor as my legs gave out, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as tears flooded my vision. I brought my shaking hands to my head, expecting to feel charred flesh and melted hair where Malora’s hand had gripped my skull, only to be met with unmarred skin and slightly ruffled hair.
A soft laugh escaped me as relief flushed through my body, before the tip of a sword cut through my temporary respite. It lifted my tear-stained face up by the chin, my gaze traveling upward to meet the mournful, hate-filled eyes of King Cassian.
“I should cut you down right here and now for the crimes you have committed against this kingdom,” he snarled, his eyes glassy with pain and wild with the allure of swift revenge, “but more importantly, for the slaughter of my wife and child.”
I shivered as tears poured freely down my face, quiet sobs racking my body as I looked up at the King. Unperturbed, the King stared down at me with cold indifference. The wild look in his eyes faded away, but the gloss of pain remained.
“But they deserve better than that,” he paused, his voice breaking slightly before he composed himself, “And you deserve to suffer for what you did to them,” he sheathed his sword, but his powerful presence continued to loom over me.
“You deserve to burn with the fire of guilt, to carry the scars of your crimes,” he turned away from me, making his way back up to his throne.
“You deserve to be stripped of that peaceful rest and forced to seek redemption from those you have wronged,” he continued, his voice full of resolve.
“You will beg my wife and son for forgiveness,” he said, turning around to face me.
“Then, and only then, may you be granted peace,” he stated with finality, sinking into his throne with a dignified grace.
At this, the room erupted into chaos. Several members of the crowd were talking loudly with one another, their voices full of worry as they shuffled about. Others wore shocked expressions, the King’s words no doubt catching them off guard.
Ithner hurried up to the King and quietly voiced his concerns, gesturing frantically as he attempted to persuade the king to reconsider. The knights quietly looked at each other, some in agreement, others in disbelief. Even Malora seemed surprised, her eyes going wide as she stared at the King, before a wicked smile split her face in two.
I sat there, stunned. A despair like no other filling my body with the weight of the King’s words. My vision blurred as the room spun around me, a dizzying, sinking sensation stealing away whatever composure I had as I laid upon the cold stone floor, finding quiet comfort in the cool touch of it on my face and body. I closed my eyes with silent resignation as the King’s voice rang out once more.
“Serana Ravenwood, I sentence you to death,” he announced, his tone flat yet resolute, “Death by Inscription.”
***
I marched down the stone stairs of the long forgotten crypt, followed closely by Alveradin. My shackles clanged loudly with each step, the sound a cruel reminder of my fall from grace. I focused straight ahead, my body moving sluggishly, as though I were nothing more than a golem crafted by some novice sorcerer. My mind wandered, slipping back through the fragments of my life. How had I ended up here? Had I led a fulfilling life? Where had it all gone so wrong? Had I angered the gods somehow?
Do I truly deserve this?
A hard shove from behind pulled me from my thoughts, and I realized we had reached the bottom landing. A dark wooden door lay ahead, nestled into a scarred stone wall. I stared at it, the dark wood gleaming in the dim light with an ominous sheen. Slick and sticky like oil.
Or blood.
Another shove, harder this time, sent me stumbling forward. I managed to catch myself before I hit the floor.
“Move, murderer,” Alveradin commanded coldly, his gaze never leaving me. His torchlight flickered, casting harsh shadows that seemed to dance like a coven of mad witches.
“I’m not a murderer,” I retorted, meeting his gaze through his helmet, “I didn’t kill the Prince or the Queen.”
“The court has already ruled otherwise,” he replied bluntly, his voiced clipped, “Or did you forget what your memories revealed?”
Anger surged within me as I clenched my fists, my shackles softly rattling from the budding rage. Alveradin noticed and laid a hand on the hilt of his sword, never missing a beat.
“Easy there,” he warned, “I’ll follow the King’s orders, but I don’t mind cutting off a few digits - or worse - if necessary.”
I scoffed and turned back around, approaching the door once more.
“That display was nothing but a fabrication, a well-made illusion by that damned Head Sorceress of yours. She’s framing me for their deaths. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s the one who killed them in the first place.”
Alveradin seemed to pause at this, a trace of uncertainty in his posture, and he spoke with hesitation.
“The Viperius family has served the royal bloodline for generations. Their loyalty has been proven.”
I stopped and turned fully to face him, sensing a crack in his resolve. I had to push further, it could be my only chance.
“That’s why no one suspects her. But have you seen the way she carries herself? The looks she gives? Is that not suspicious?” I asked pointedly.
Alveradin seemed to dismiss his earlier reservations and urged me forward once more.
“Many nobles act that way. It’s no surprise someone of her position would do the same. Now keep moving,” he said, more firmly this time.
I scoffed again, but my shoulders noticeably slumped with disappointment as I turned back around and continued towards the door. But just before I reached the handle, a flash of green light suddenly appeared to my right, blinding me for a moment. As it faded, there stood Malora de Viperius, bringing a malevolent chill to the air with her presence.
She smiled at me - a slow, wicked smile that seemed to freeze the blood in my veins - before turning to Alveradin.
“Thank you, Alveradin. I can take it from here,” she said smoothly, her voice a razor’s edge.
“Yes, madam,” he replied with a respectful nod, before stepping back and taking up his post.
Malora’s smile widened, tilting her head just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
“Alveradin, I can take it from here,” she repeated, her voice tinged with authoritative sharpness.
Alveradin didn’t move. He looked between her and me, his demeanor guarded.
“Madam Malora, I must stand guard while a known criminal is in the presence of a superior-”
“Yes, I’m fully aware of protocol, Alveradin,” she interrupted, her voice clipped, “But I must insist that you leave. I do not wish for you to witness the horrors that will transpire here shortly. In addition, I require absolute silence and minimal interference as I carry out the King’s orders.”
“Madam Malora, I-”
“That’s an order, Alveradin,” she snapped, her smile dropping as her words cut through the air.
Alveradin paused, his gaze lingering on me for a second.
Please don’t leave me alone with her. Please.
For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt and sympathy pass through him, before he turned, put his torch in a wall sconce behind him, and ascended the stairs without uttering a single word.
Malora watched him go, her eyes tracking his every step, before watching the door close shut behind him.
Silence reigned in the still crypt air before Malora turned back to me, her mouth splitting into a large, wicked smile. Her eyes glowed not with magic, but with malice.
“Now swine, open the door,” she said viciously, her words dripping with contempt.
Fear flooded my body as her stare cut through me. I shivered and quickly turned towards the door, if only to avoid looking back at her.
My hand found the door handle and gave it a tug. The door opened slowly, groaning with protest. Layers of rust fell off as I pulled, a musty smell pervading the air as the room came into focus.
In the room lay several plain stone sarcophagi, arranged in a grid pattern. Some were closed and marked with names, but most stood empty, their heavy stone lids lying askew atop the stone caskets.
Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and thrown across the room, colliding hard with the opposite wall. I felt something break inside me as I hit, before I fell to the ground in a heap of pain. Shakily, I pushed myself up, sucking in ragged breaths as I struggled to breathe after having the wind knocked out of me. I coughed and looked up, watching Malora as she closed the door behind her, sealing us in.
She turned to look at me, grinning evilly, before a terrifyingly familiar green glow enveloped her hands and my body. Instantly, my body felt like it was on fire. I screamed. It lasted for a long minute, my body locked in place, before the magic abated. Freed from the magical hellfire, I fell to the floor, sobbing.
Malora approached me, kneeling down and running a clawlike finger across my face, brushing my hair aside.
“Poor, poor little piggy. Doesn’t like to be roasted, does it?” She said mockingly, her eyes glowing green with magic and sadistic glee.
“W-why are you doing this?” I choked out, “All I did was steal a few things. I did nothing to you.”
“Oh, but you almost did do something, little pig. That little scene you made in the castle court almost ruined my plan.”
At this, she grabbed my face, yanking me closer and staring daggers into my soul.
“Why couldn’t you just accept your fate? Why did you have to try and argue? This all would have been over much sooner had you not done that,” she snarled, shaking me as she spoke, before letting me go with a hard shove against the wall.
She turned away, exasperated. Approaching an empty sarcophagus, she slid the stone lid back with her magic and inspected the inside.
I grit my teeth, anger boiling inside me. Looking around, I spied a nearby broken bone, its fractured tip ending in a sharp point. I reached for it. Pain flared in my ribs and I curled inward, holding my side. I groaned, my forehead resting on the cold stone floor, my exhales pushing dust away as I struggled to overcome the pain.
Malora turned back to me, her magic once again enveloping my body. I closed my eyes and prepared to burn again. Instead, I was lifted and held over the open stone sarcophagus, my body stiff straight as Malora spoke.
“None of that matters now, anyway. I still won in the end,” she gloated, a smirk playing across her face, “And you will still burn.”
With that, I was lowered into the waiting sarcophagus. The stone lid slowly sliding closed with terrifying finality.
Fear gripped me, and I struggled hard against Malora’s magic.
Nononono, please! Not like this! Please!
When nothing but a small gap remained, the stone stopped sliding, and Malora’s magic abruptly faded away.
Released, I pushed hard against the stone slab. My body protested, agonizing pain shooting through me, but fear and adrenaline drove me on. I pushed with all my strength, bracing against the stone with my knees and pushing with my entire body.
The stone didn’t budge.
A sheen of sweat formed on my brow, the temperature in the stone coffin rising as I exerted myself. I pushed my face to the opening, sucking in breath after breath of the musty, stale air of the crypt. It felt cool and refreshing in my lungs and against my face.
It felt like freedom.
I looked out to the dim light of the room above me, relishing the sight, only to have it blocked by Malora as she stepped into view. She looked down condescendingly at me, her right arm folded across her body as she held her head in her hand with the other.
“It’s funny how you struggle, despite how helpless and insignificant you really are,” she said, her malevolent grin on full display, “Don’t bother continuing, you’re never getting out.”
She leaned down, bringing her face mere inches away from the gap, her eyes igniting with the green glow of magic once more.
“Besides, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet,” she whispered ominously, her evil smile growing even wider.
My heart sank at this, my body beginning to feel hot in the cramped space of the sarcophagus.
“But,” she said, straightening up, “I don’t feel like reporting back to the castle just yet, so let’s chat a little, shall we?”
She sat on the sarcophagus, drumming her fingers over the gap. I breathed hard, my body shivering from the adrenaline. Pulling my face away from the opening, I continued pushing against the stone slab, my body straining with the effort.
“You know, when King Cassian sentenced you to execution by Inscription, I couldn’t believe it. The noble and kind Cassian giving such a controversial punishment? It was astonishing.”
I grit my teeth and pushed, driving my shoulder into the stone slab. My side burned with pain, but I had gotten used to it, shoving it aside as the need to survive took over.
“Oh, but that only makes him better. Tall, handsome, rich, AND vengeful? Oh, yes.”
Huh?
I paused, my hands on the stone slab, and listened. Bewildered, I brought my face to the gap once more. Looking out, I saw the infamous and feared Head Sorceress Malora de Viperius, hugging herself and staring off into space.
“Oh, he makes me feel young again,” she said dreamily, before her expression hardened and her voice dropped, “But that bitch and her son were in the way, you see.”
Her body stiffened, and her gaze lowered, her eyes focusing on something both close and far away.
“I know he loves me, I can see it in his eyes. No man can resist me, not even one with a family,” she said softly, her words poisoned honey, “But I knew we couldn’t be together with them in the way, not with the entire kingdom watching.”
Her eyes lit up once again, and her smile returned.
“So I knew I had to trim a few twigs off the family tree.”
She hopped off the stone casket, bringing her face close to the gap again, a giddy and vile expression stretched across it.
“And lucky me, the perfect solution came crawling up the castle wall.”
My eyes widened, the realization dawning on me.
No. No way.
I slammed my fist against the stone slab.
“You’re not going to get away with this. Someone, somewhere, will see you for the conniving wretch you are and cut you down, just like you did the Queen and Prince,” I snarled, fury sharpening my words.
She frowned, her head tilting to the side as she stared down at me.
“Tough talk coming from someone trapped inside a tomb,” she replied, “You’re boring me now, anyway. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”
My face dropped, the fury I felt freezing along with the blood in my veins.
“Y-you can’t, I haven’t killed anyone. The spell won’t work,” I tried desperately.
Her face contorted in confusion for a moment, before lighting back up with dark amusement.
“Oh, but you’ve stolen, haven’t you? Quite a lot, at that,” she proposed, her words tinged with a malignant glee, “The spell doesn’t distinguish between the severity of the crime, it just cares about the quantity. That’s something most people don’t know about Inscription.”
She smirked.
“You’re welcome.”
My stomach dropped, despair and dizziness flooding my body, causing it to sink deep into the earth despite being held up by smooth, solid stone.
Malora seemed pleased with this, straightening back up and looking down on me as her magic surrounded the sarcophagus lid.
“Goodnight, little pig,” she sneered, sliding the lid shut.
I cried, letting the tears flow freely as I waited for the inevitable to occur. I became keenly aware of my body then - all the bruises from the beatings the guards gave me during my capture, the small cut on my neck from Alveradin’s blade, and my battered, broken rib cage from Malora flinging me into the wall.
It was too much, all too much.
I wailed, flailing against the stone slab helplessly as I heard Malora recite the incantation, her muffled words piercing through the thick rock to amplify my anguish.
The shackles bit into my skin as metal met rock again and again, my flesh slowly tearing with each blow to the immovable stone. Still, I pressed on. There was nothing else I could do.
Gradually, a bright green light filled the cramped space. I knew it came not from around me, but from within me.
Tears streaked down the sides of my face as the contents of my nose leaked into my mouth. I blubbered out prayers and bargains to anyone - anything - that would listen. I pounded against the stone again and again.
Please. Please…
I stopped and screamed as I felt it start.
Names. The names of all the people I had wronged throughout my entire life, began to burn into my bones. I screamed in agony as they seared into my skeleton - scorching tendons, muscles, arteries, and organs in the process. I thrashed about, tearing at my flesh as each and every agonizing letter was torched into my fragile frame. Eventually, my arms fell uselessly to my sides as the pain overwhelmed me and the caustic magic began to work on my skull, etching name after name into my once pristine dome. I choked up blood as my organs boiled inside me, the smell of cooking meat filling the small stone sarcophagus. I retched and soiled myself, losing all control of my body as the spell completed its work.
This was not the end, however. Of this, I was sure, as I felt my life slipping away.
Death was just the beginning. In one hundred years time, I would be forced to rise. Stricken with a curse, I was to roam the land of the living and the world of the dead. Enslaved by the will of those that I had wronged, I would seek out redemption in an effort to be freed of their name. A prisoner of my own misdeeds and a tortured spirit tied to a mutilated husk, unable to rest until my work was complete. Neither Infernus nor Salvation awaited me, just a cruel undead existence, followed by complete and total erasure once every name was struck from my marked bones.
My head lolled to the side as the spell came to completion, one last thought entering my mind as my eyes closed for the final time.
I’m still going to be stuck in this damned sarcophagus when I awaken, won’t I?
Malora’s earlier words echoed in my mind, answering me.
“You’re never getting out.”
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2024.11.24 23:00 OG_Sequia Where can a girl get that AMAZING purple coat??
I want the episode 1 outfit MORE THAN ANYTHING. I want it quality, not costume cheap. I'm also plus size so that makes it a little harder. And I'm in Canada. Any sites?
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2024.11.24 23:00 Eyerisch total moggage
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2024.11.24 23:00 Mosseyy1 Stream Claiming to Debunk Ammon
Hi everyone. I’ve only replied to comments in this subReddit before, so this is my first post. But I just caught some of this stream with someone claiming to debunk a lot what Ammon says about the Bible, for instance she says that when Ammon says that the soldiers that surrounded Jesus “fell on Jesus’s back”, this is wrong, and what it actually says is that the soldiers fell over backwards, which is the normal translation. She sounded quite convincing, but I’m not expert and can’t read Greek. I’m going to go back and watch it again properly, but I just wanted to ask what people think about all this. Thanks! This is the stream: https://youtu.be/VFNgkVhY5E4?si=13HPfqNPdU6Mwnsv
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2024.11.24 23:00 cburn21 Maytag Washer Not Starting - Burnt Up
Got an older Maytag washer, struggling to start cycle. Washer will pump water out, and attempt to start, but motor soon kicks off as soon after it kicks on. Cycle light will flash soon after machine tries to start. Door lock will engage, but takes much longer to disengage after cycle is cancelled with button.
Does the drum spin on a belt? As I'm listening to the machine, it's almost as if I can hear motor free spin for a moment, after it kicks off..
Thoughts? I guess I can't post videos on this thread, so video of washer is uploaded to Youtube, here is the link;
https://youtu.be/rrUgMO_rgLc?si=8THhgh4oR7KLmDxW
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2024.11.24 23:00 ComprehensiveDare318 First time (probable) ear infection, vet appt tomorrow 8am
My 7.5 year old m bernedoodle woke up and immediately started shaking his head. I didn’t know what I was doing because he’s never had an ear infection, so I immediately started cleaning with his ear wipes. I then called the vet and was told to not touch it, keep it dry, and we’d be in tomorrow am to see the vet.
I have left his ear alone but just peeked in their and I see a big growth of something that wasn’t there this morning, not super deep, more exterior of in ear. Dark goopy stuff.
I have given him 1/4 a dose of trazodone and will continue until we go in just to keep him calmer.
Is there anything else I can do to help him feel better tonight? Benadryl? Anything I might have otc that’s dog safe? He looks so sad and I want to help him feel better again.
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2024.11.24 23:00 Same_Village_4212 Self-promotion Thread
Use https://www.riflerangeboy.com/2024/02/control-is-key.html thread to promote yourself and/or your work!
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2024.11.24 23:00 ThrowRA_ImJustAGirl The change starts today
Hello,
I’m a first time poster. I am a 24F. I started sports betting during COVID as a form of entertainment and got hooked soon after.
I wanted to try create some sort of financial freedom instead of living from pay check to pay check.
It started to take over my life to where I would stay home from work to research bets and would socially isolate myself so I could completely focus on it.
I thought I was being responsible by making small $5 deposits, but we all know they build up over time. There would be times where I would completely deplete my account and struggle to get by until my next pay check.
I promised myself I would never put myself in that position again, but it kept happening.
I finally bit the bullet after depleting my account again and checked how much I had actually spent on depositing. I know this may not be a lot but I have deposited around £4K in the last 12 months and have no substantial winnings to show for it.
I could have put that money into my savings. Even now I need the money, yet I don’t have it. I have an idea that I’m going to start and hope it helps with my recovery. Everytime I get the urge to deposit into a betting app, I will instead deposit the amount into a savings account instead.
My hope is that I can start saving enough money to build up an emergency fund and invest in standard stock and shares. I want my life to be completely different by the end of next year.
Good luck to us all on this journey.
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2024.11.24 23:00 AutoModerator Weekly Q&A - Your Question Goes Here - Tourists
This is the place for anyone to ask questions about Madeira.
If you are a tourist visiting Madeira or planning a visit, this is the place to post your questions about hikes, weather, rent a car, nightlife, restaurants, bars and others.
This post is refreshed every week on Sunday. Repost in subsequent weeks if not answered.
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