Prashna Upanishad - Question 4
2024.11.25 12:45 understandingvedanta Prashna Upanishad - Question 4
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2024.11.25 12:45 TheDawnWarden Hallowed Knights: Infestation [FAN-MADE] - Chapter II
This is the follow-up to last week's post. Here's the link to it, in case you haven't read it: Chapter I
The Hallowed Knights of Voyager's End descend below the city, seeking to strike down the Vermindoom before it's too late.
The granary loomed like a sentinel over the docks, its stone walls worn smooth by centuries of salt-laden winds. The air inside was heavy with the stench of damp grain and rot, mingled with the faint, acrid tang that had become all too familiar in recent days. Cassius Blackspear stood at the threshold, his warriors arrayed behind him, their sigmarite armor dull in the dim light.
The city watch had cordoned off the area, their meager torches flickering against the oppressive dark. A few stood nervously near a gaping hole in the floor, their hands clutching spears that seemed more ceremonial than practical.
“It’s here,” said one, a grizzled sergeant whose weathered face betrayed years of hard labor. “We were checking barrels when the floor gave way. Found that... thing underneath.” He gestured at the opening, his voice tight with unease.
Cassius stepped forward, peering into the darkness below. The tunnel yawned like the maw of a beast, its walls rough-hewn and claw-marked, spiraling downward into the earth. The faint stench of warpstone wafted up, sharp and acrid.
“Mark this place,” Cassius said to the sergeant. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of unyielding command. “If we do not return, collapse it. The vermin will not have their prize.”
The sergeant nodded, though his eyes flicked nervously toward the other watchmen.
Cassius turned to his warriors. The Ruination Chamber, though diminished in number, stood as resolute as the mountains of Azyr. Each bore the scars of countless battles, their weapons aglow with the faint light of Sigmar’s blessing.
“We go,” Cassius said simply.
Without hesitation, the Stormcast descended.
The tunnel twisted like a coiled serpent, its walls narrowing and widening at irregular intervals. The light of their lanterns barely pierced the gloom, casting long, flickering shadows that danced along the jagged walls. The claw marks were unmistakable—dozens, perhaps hundreds of Skaven had carved this passage with frenzied purpose.
The silence was oppressive, broken only by the clink of armor and the faint skittering of unseen movement. The air grew thick and humid as they descended, carrying with it the stench of decay and corruption.
“Warpcraft,” muttered Brother Aquilus, a Liberator bearing a great hammer slung over his shoulder. “It fouls this place.”
Cassius said nothing, his gaze fixed ahead. Every step brought them closer to the heart of the infestation, and every instinct told him the enemy was watching, waiting.
A faint sound caught his ear—a rhythmic tapping, like claws on stone. He raised a hand, halting the group. The tapping stopped.
“Eyes sharp,” Cassius ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The passage opened into a wider chamber, its floor strewn with debris: broken beams, discarded tools, and gnawed bones. The walls were scrawled with crude sigils, daubed in a mixture of blood and an eerie green substance that glowed faintly in the dark.
At the center of the chamber, a crude altar stood, fashioned from scavenged wood and scrap metal. A warped effigy of the Great Horned Rat loomed atop it, its jagged maw grinning in cruel mockery.
One of the watchmen gagged at the sight. Cassius stepped forward, his glaive sweeping across the altar in a single, deliberate motion. The effigy shattered, its pieces clattering to the ground.
“Sigmar’s light banishes all darkness,” he said, his voice steady.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Then, from the shadows, came a sound—a low, chittering laugh, rising in pitch.
“They’re here,” Aquilus growled, raising his hammer.
The first wave struck like a storm. Gutter Runners, their wiry frames clad in tattered cloaks, emerged from the shadows with terrifying speed. Their blades glinted green with poison, slashing at the warriors with feral precision.
Cassius moved with practiced grace, his glaive arcing through the air to cleave two of the creatures in a single stroke. Around him, his warriors formed a shield wall, their sigmarite armor absorbing the Skaven’s frenzied attacks.
The watchmen were less fortunate. Caught off guard, two fell almost instantly, their cries of pain silenced as blades pierced flesh. The survivors huddled behind the Stormcast, their terror palpable.
“Hold!” Cassius commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
The Skaven pressed the attack, their numbers seemingly endless. For every one felled, two more emerged from the shadows, their chittering cries echoing through the chamber.
Cassius’s glaive struck with unerring precision, each blow the God-King’s wrath made manifest. Yet, as he slaughtered the ratmen, he felt in his bones that was only a fraction of the force lurking below.
His Liberators were a well-tuned instrument of death. Their hammers raised and fell in unison, shattering limbs and breaking skulls with equal ease, as they deflected the sharp blades of their foe on the vast shields.
As the last of the attackers fell, silence reclaimed the chamber. The surviving watchmen stared in horror at the carnage, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“We move,” Cassius said, his voice steady.
“But… they’ll come again!” one of the watchmen stammered.
“They will,” Cassius replied, his gaze fixed on the tunnel ahead. “And we will meet them.”
Without waiting for a reply, he pressed on, his warriors following close behind. The shadows seemed to close in around them, the air growing heavier with each step.
Ahead, the darkness loomed, and with it, the promise of greater horrors. Still, the warrior of Sigmar marched.
Chapter 3: The Vermin Tide
The bells of Voyager's End rang out in frantic, uneven peals, their echoes swallowed by the fiery sky above. Smoke rose in twisting plumes from the lower districts, where chaos had erupted like a volcano. The streets teemed with panicked civilians, their cries a cacophony of fear. The Skaven had emerged.
Lord-Governor Goran III var Jugdel stood on the balcony of his keep, his robes of office hanging awkwardly on his broad frame. His face was flushed with anger—or perhaps it was the wine he had imbibed earlier in the day. Below him, the city spiraled into disorder, but his gaze was fixed on the distant plumes of smoke, as though pretending the chaos was far removed would render it someone else’s problem.
“This is unacceptable!” Goran bellowed, slamming his fist against the stone railing. “Where are the Stormcast? Where is that brooding tin-plated hulk? They’re supposed to protect us from this filth!”
Behind him, his advisors shifted uncomfortably. None dared to correct him, though the truth hung in the air like a stormcloud: Lord-Vigilant Cassius and his warriors were in the depths below, following a trail of the very vermin now assaulting the city.
The governor turned, his beady eyes narrowing on his chief steward, a wiry man with a perpetual stoop. “Summon the city watch! Deploy every able-bodied man!”
The steward hesitated. “My lord, the watch is already stretched thin. The lower districts—”
“Are expendable!” Goran snapped, his face twisting with fury. “The keep must be defended! If this rabble sees weakness, they’ll rise against us. The city’s fate depends on strong leadership—my leadership!”
He puffed out his chest, though the effect was less inspiring than he seemed to believe.
Far below the keep, in the winding streets of Voyager’s End, the battle raged. The Skaven poured forth from hidden tunnels, a tide of fur and malice. Clanrats swarmed through alleyways and over rooftops, their claws raking at anything in their path. Chittering voices screeched commands, while crude war horns blared their discordant tones.
Civilians fled in every direction, many clutching what few belongings they could carry. Some sought refuge in the temples, hoping for Sigmar’s protection; others barricaded themselves in their homes, praying the vermin would pass them by.
In the market square, a unit of the city watch stood their ground, their formation buckling as waves of Skaven broke against them. Their halberds pierced mangy fur, but for every rat slain, two more took its place. The sergeant barked orders, his voice hoarse with desperation.
“Hold the line! Do not break!”
But the line did break, and the sergeant’s cry turned into a gurgle as a rusted blade found his throat.
Above the chaos, a thunderous voice boomed.
“By Sigmar’s will, you shall not fall this day!”
The Knight-Vexillor descended into the square like a storm given form. His banner, emblazoned with the twin-tailed comet, crackled with celestial energy, rallying the watchmen as it planted firmly into the cobblestones. Around him, a retinue of Vindictors charged into the fray, their shields forming an unyielding bulwark against the Skaven tide.
The civilians’ despair turned to hope as the Stormcast Eternals waded into battle. Sigmarite weapons cleaved through fur and flesh with devastating precision. Clanrats squealed as they were hurled back by the Vindictors’ shield bashes, their lines crumbling under the disciplined assault.
The Knight-Vexillor turned to the watchmen, his voice sharp. “Evacuate the civilians! Fall back to the upper districts and fortify the chokepoints. We’ll hold here.”
The watchmen obeyed, pulling the wounded and frightened to safety as the Stormcast formed an iron wall against the advancing vermin.
Back in the keep, Goran paced the council chamber, his tirade unabated. “This entire city will burn if we leave it to those silver brutes! They waste their time on foolhardy ventures instead of securing the keep!”
An aide entered, pale-faced and trembling. “My lord, a runner has arrived.”
The governor turned, his scowl deepening. “Well? Speak, man!”
The runner, his uniform torn and bloodied, stumbled forward. “The lower districts… overrun. But that’s not all. They found something—tunnels. The vermin are tunneling under the city, my lord.”
Goran froze, his bluster evaporating. “Tunnels?”
“Yes, my lord. Deep and winding, all across the lower districts. They’re not just raiding—they’re undermining the city itself.”
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the chamber. Then Goran’s face twisted into a mask of fury. “This is Cassius’s doing! He should have eradicated them by now!”
“My lord,” one of his advisors interjected cautiously, “perhaps the Lord-Vigilant was right to investigate the depths. If the tunnels are their stronghold—”
“Enough!” Goran roared, slamming his fist on the table. “Send word to the Stormcast. They are to abandon whatever foolishness they’re chasing and defend the keep!”
Below the city, deep in the Skaven tunnels, Cassius’s group pressed on, their path narrowing and twisting as they delved further into the earth. The distant rumble of battle above reached them, faint but unmistakable.
“Do you hear that?” asked Brother Aquilus.
Cassius nodded. The enemy was striking aboveground, forcing the city to fight on multiple fronts. It was a tactic born of cunning and cruelty—a hallmark of the Skaven.
They reached a branching passage, and Cassius held up a hand, signaling a halt. He crouched, examining the earth. It was soft, recently disturbed. Claw marks gouged deep into the walls and floor.
“They’re digging,” he said.
“For what purpose?” Aquilus asked.
Cassius rose, his expression grim. “To bring the city down around us.”
As if in answer, a faint tremor shook the tunnel, sending loose dirt cascading from the ceiling. Cassius gripped his glaive tighter.
“Move,” he commanded.
The Stormcast advanced, their celestial light carving through the darkness as they prepared to face the horrors that awaited. Above them, Voyager’s End burned, a beacon for the whole realm to see, and despair.
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Hello everyone, Please know that I’ve seen cardiologists a few times to assess this issue. I just want to share my current situation, and see if others encountered similar issues and have advice or tips to make it better.
When I pushed very hard during efforts, meaning 200 BPM+ (27 y old), I always had tachycardia starting during my runs. I needed to rest for like a minute and I could start again, but if i went like back to 190+, it would start again within a few minutes. I needed to stay around 180 to be safe. For those who encountered these kind of abnormal heart rythm, you probably freaked out too, thinking you might die or something, so I went to see a cardiologist. Before my appointment, I kept running, sometimes I had it even at 180, sometimes 205+ and nothing. During an effort test, I sadly didnt get big tacicardia, but I got a few PVCs, that I feel sometimes during efforts, at random moments. Just for one heartbeat, a little PVC and going back to normal, but I still could feel in my chest all of them and it didnt feel great. He told me it was a ventricular extrasystol, everything normal, heartscan normal, ecg normal. He told me not to worry, all good. Saw 2 other cardiologist in 5 years, same results.
I’ve been training since a few months for an Ironman, and I’ve been feeling a tons of PVCs, but almost never big episodes of tacicardia. Sometimes it’s (the PVCs) when I go very slow on the bike, 140 BPM, sometimes higher. It obviously depends on fatigue, stress, sleep and alcohol mostly (I eat pretty healthy all the time) but still I cant get a full understanding of what makes it pop, because I might have had good sleep for a few days, no stress, no alcohol, and still i get them. Sometimes the opposite and I dont.
Did anyone encountered similar situation ? Did you find anything that would help ? My doctor talked to me about magnesium cures as I do 10 hours+ per week of endurance sports. Did meditation or something like that really changed something ? Cardiologist also told le about beta blockers, but for now I prefer to stay out of life long daily medication, as, according to him, there’s no health risk. Did anyone tried them? It apparently slows the heart, but as I’m already at 35 during my sleep and 42/43 during the day sometimes, which creates a little bit of fatigue when it goes that low, I prefer not to make it worse.
Happy to read about your situations, and hopefully advices :) Thanks !
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