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The Headache
He was reluctant to part with the Gauldur amulet. But Ossien had enjoyed its benefits for long enough. Though his home directly outside of Whiterun's capital could accommodate even the most zealous of hoarders, Ossien knew when to keep something—so it could appreciate—and when to let it go.
"Any thoughts, Inigo?" He asked his companion, able to see the stonework of Dragon Bridge's namesake at the end of the winding path ahead.
"Mrmphh mph."
Inigo was wrestling with his knapsack, a piece of bread between his pointed teeth as he struggled to close the fastenings. Artax, Inigo's dappled horse, continued on steadily.
Ossien chuckled, dodging an offending spray of breadcrumbs. "I didn't quite catch that."
Inigo finally got the knapsack closed. "I said, my mind is a sky without birds. This talking stone is making me crazy!"
An apprehensive look was thrown to one of Artax's saddlebags.
"Ah." Ossien's lips met in an untroubled smile. "Sorry, friend. I'm afraid we can't just hurl it into the River Karth, tempting as that is. I have an interested individual in Solitude who can easily find a buyer. After that, it'll be out of our hands for good."
Inigo shook his head. "And not a moment too soon. The voice is getting more and more persistent. I'm hearing it every morning at the crack of dawn." The blue-furred Khajiit put on a high-pitched voice, feminine with a thick demanding tone. 'You WILL cleanse my temple! Hear me and obey!'
Ossien laughed. His sleep had been untroubled since they'd recovered that relic. Inigo's skooma-filled past, Ossien reasoned, had more than likely made him susceptible to bad dreams and impatience.
"Tell Meridia that I do not take orders from Daedra. Maybe her new owner will be more inclined to humor her."
Expecting an agreeing word or relieved laugh, Ossien looked at Inigo - and found the cat sitting utterly rigid, as if turned to stone in the golden rays of dawn.
Slowly, Inigo's head turned, revealing stark-white eyes that recognized nothing and no one. Ossien held his jaw together firmly, listening and watching.
"You DARE to peddle my beacon like some common trinket? The arrogance of mortals! Listen closely, fool, for I grow tired of repeating myself!"
Meridia's voice poured from Inigo's mouth, and the low ringing in his ears confirmed he wasn't dreaming. The Daedric prince really was speaking to them - and loudly.
"You WILL cleanse my temple of darkness, and you WILL destroy the defiler within. My artifact lies deep in the belly of Mount Kilkreath, obey and that shall be your reward."
"I understand your orders," Ossien began slowly, a hand on his sword though he knew it useless. The prince's words of "an artifact" pricked his curiosity - but a friend was a friend, and Ossien did not take kindly to Daedric possession. "However, you've proven yourself untrustworthy and menacing. I will not be your pawn, Meridia. Your mistake was harming Inigo. Release him."
"And YOUR mistake was speaking as though we are equals! You cannot bargain or refuse, mortal! Your 'friend' will not survive!"
Pain struck Ossien's eyes as a piercing white light burst from Inigo's, rendering them both blind. Meridia's voice filled his ears, the sound enclosing them like a cave-in.
"Go to Mount Kilkreath. Guide my light through the temple to reclaim what is mine."
The Daedra's voice made his teeth rattle, and he felt the pulsation of power ripple through his bones. No sword would help him now.
"If you do not, I will break your companion, as I have bent the rays of Magnus, and reshape him into a champion worthy of my cause."
Ossien looked at Inigo, and saw that the Khajiit trembled, whimpering with his arms around his head. Never in their travels together had he seen Inigo cower in such a way.
"Alright." Ossien glared. "Release my friend and I will cleanse your temple. You have my word, Meridia."
The light flared once more and then retreated. Their ears no longer buzzed and their teeth no longer rattled - but Inigo still whimpered, and slipped sideways from his saddle.
Ossien made to catch him, but Artax shied away. He had dismounted even as the Khajiit hit the dirt.
Ossien yanked free one black glove, casting a healing spell on the twitching cat, his knees planting in the grass. "Can you hear me?"
"Ahh! My mind - it feels like it's on fire!" Inigo writhed.
Ossien winced, and shook off the second glove.
Dual-casting restoration spells did nothing; the headache lessened of its own accord. Inigo gripped tightly onto Ossien's arms, and he felt the cat's nails dig into his sleeve as he feebly pulled himself upright.
"I-I… cleanse beacon… return temple… darkness…"
More worrying than the headache was the babbling. Disjointed thoughts implied lasting damage. Ossien, white-lipped, heaved Inigo out of the dirt. "I'll take care of it. We're going to Dragon Bridge until I can sort this mess."
He pushed Inigo into Artax's saddle, fastening him in. Stay strong, friend. Ossien took the beacon from Artax's saddlebags, and with a burning distaste for the Glister Witch, climbed onto his own horse. He tucked the beacon under arm, and spurred both horses towards Dragon Bridge.
The Twins
If anyone asked, they were hunters from Falkreath. She easily looked the part, with her plain leather-and-cloth armor (offset by the beautiful carved bow from Hammerfell). Shandar easily looked the part of someone who wasn't questioned too much or walked too close to.
Zahde said it was the white skull painted across his chest like a death omen. Shandar firmly believed it was the smile he wore - never trust a smiling bandit. That was one of those universal truths that had traveled with them to Skyrim.
Shandar kept an eye on the road, while Zahde leaned over a map spiderwebbed with colorful lines of string, each strand charting the routes of the caravans and a few miscellaneous targets. Zahde traced the path of a light blue string past Lake Inalta, and up through the Reach until she crossed into Haafingar Hold - their current location - before the string stopped at the town of Dragon Bridge.
She looked up.
"You're certain no one's slipped past you?"
Shandar, who didn't know the meaning of the word 'fret', chuckled, his massive shoulders turned towards the main road like bridge supports. "No one we're after. Farmers, merchants, I even saw a thief trying to set up shop in those trees over there."
Zahde half-straightened, one hand still on the map. "And where is the thief now?"
"Bottom of a bear's stomach."
"And the bear?"
"Shitting him out right now." Shandar laughed. "Of all your titles, Zahde, 'worrier', fits you best."
Zahde scoffed, rolling up the map and placing it carefully back in its case, which was a sword sheath that had been converted for exactly this purpose. She strapped the case over her back. "He's in Dragon Bridge. Or should be."
Shandar hefted his sword from a nearby stump, and kicked dirt over the smoldering remains of a cooking fire.
"Then let's go see if your predictions are correct."
As they left their position on Dragon Ridge Overlook, Zahde recounted all the information they had about their target. He fought like a spellsword; a beautiful weapon in one hand, a destruction spell in the other, though she did not know whether it was shock, fire or frost magic at his disposal. The ability to use magic by itself would have made him formidable - coupled with his natural Altmer affinity for spell-slinging - but supposedly he was an excellent swordsmer as well.
Ossien of Sunhold. We're coming for you.
Their weeks of keeping an ear to the ground, charting his movements, catching any piece of information about him that they could, were finally going to pay off.
The path to Solitude was well-traveled, and well guarded. But they were able to find themselves a suitable place to keep watch on the mountainous, forested slopes of Haafinger leading towards the capital.
"That him?"
Zahde opened her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping. She'd been going over the information again. Determined never to be forced into a situation she couldn't handle ever again. The ragged scars on the right side of her face didn't need any more company.
Zahde peered out of the treeline at a lone figure walking up the path. They were dressed eerily similar to the Thalmor, with only a crown of raven hair in place of a hood.
She almost corrected Shandar - Ossien of Sunhold did not travel alone these days - until she saw the blue light of Skycutter on the traveler's hip. It was a very distinctive blade. Beautifully fashioned with a hilt-and-crossguard design that flared outward like a star.
"That's him. Be on your guard, Shandar. I don't see that cat, but that doesn't mean he's not there."
Zahde drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and waited for Shandar to move into position.
The relic-hunter cut a noble bearing, more like a lord on his way to visit a jarl than a glorified crypt-robber with some fame to his name.
Zahde's eyes narrowed, noticing the peculiar sphere tucked under the Altmer's arm. A new relic? She couldn't begin to claim any kind of knowledge as to what it was, but if the relic-hunter carried it, then they wanted it.
Mount Kilkreath
Confusion passed between siblings like wildfire. The relic-hunter had stepped off the road, leaving behind the cobbled path to make for the crags and evergreens.
Zahde made a noise in her throat like a sabre-cat. "Where does he think he's going?"
The relic-hunter had deviated from the path to Solitude, taking some smaller road that led to Haafingar's coast. If he didn't intend to sell his finds, where was he going?
In perplexed silence, Zahde and Shandar followed, no clarity given with each stone step they took as the path wound ever upward. Tall stone archways, squarish and thick in the obvious Nordic style, told them this was no ordinary path. The archways littered the mountainside like the backbone of a colossus, and the Redguard twins found Ossien standing at the base of its skull - a wide stone temple with a heavily draped figure as the focal point, carven hands upraised to behold the dawn.
It was beautiful, if a Daedric shrine could ever be called that.
A deep sense of foreboding spidered down Zahde's back. She startled as Shandar appeared beside her. If he saw, he didn't say anything.
"That sphere and that temple are connected somehow." Shandar watched the Altmer climb the steps to the temple's top. Even the lofty high elf seemed to shrink before the Daedric statue scraping the blue-orange sky.
Which one is this? Azura? Boethiah? If it was the former, then this could turn out to be lucrative. If it was the latter - then this relic-hunter was going to get himself killed. Violently. Only the very stupid looted from the wrongful god of murder and deception.
The sun was setting. The Altmer was moving in to place the sphere on a thin pedestal at the statue's feet.
At last, it clicked. "That thing is a key."
Zahde braced herself, but even that didn't help against the onslaught of light and sound that burst before her eyes.
As though a wayward star recalled to the heavens, the relic-hunter was encased in white light and pulled upwards, hundreds of feet above the temple.
Shandar and Zahde watched, openmouthed.
It was impossible to read the Altmer's face from their position, but Zahde had to wonder if he at all felt calm — lifted into the air like a ragdoll by some dark power — or if even now he was wondering how best to get out of this alive.
After what felt like the longest minute of their lives, the relic-hunter was lowered back to the ground. She could see now that he looked less certain of himself - irritated, almost. He turned and went back down the steps.
Shandar and Zahde hid behind the wide trunks of evergreens, listening. There came the hollow groan of ancient doors cleaving in, and then silence.
What is going on? Altmer hovering in the sky, Daedric temples, and light too painful to look at. Could it be that Ossien of Sunhold was the pawn of a Daedric Prince? It would explain his successful looting of the Gauldur Amulet fragments. She knew the stories of the Gauldursons' powers. That one elf and a blue khajiit had defeated all three without loss of life or limb was too much for her to believe.
"Hmmm." Shandar stood beside her, letting that low, inquisitive note draw out. "So much for your calculations, Zahde."
Zahde folded her arms, fingers drumming an agitated staccato on her bicep.
"We're not finished yet." And waste all that effort? She had promised herself prosperity and comfort, even if she had to pry it out of the hands of people she might otherwise have worked with.
No more sweeping out bandit hovels. I'm done. She was tired of coin purses and the occasional gemstone. She was tired of picking corpses clean.
"We're taking Skycutter and that amulet from him. Together, they'll be worth enough coin to buy a ship back to Hammerfell."
The circumstances were strange. So much Daedric influence made Zahde uneasy - but without risk, there was no reward.
As evening descended into night, the last vestiges of red and orange splashed violently across the skull on Shandar's chest. He grinned. "Then let's get started."
The Ambush
Zahde walked the perimeter of the temple, making certain that the Altmer was going to take the doorway leading onto a stone bridge capped every few feet with beacons like the one he had brought.There was a chance he would double back and leave the same way he'd come in - but Zahde had a hunch. Oftentimes, it was easier to go forward in an unfamiliar crypt than try doubling back and losing one's bearings.
As they waited in the dark, the blinding light of Meridia struck beacon after beacon, chaining the light across the bridge and mapping the Altmer's progress through the temple.
The doors to the bridge opened. The relic-hunter stepped through, saw Shandar waiting at the other end - and found Zahde's sword at his throat.
"Ossien of Sunhold." Zahde crooned, content as a cat with a mouse under its claws. "The amulet and your sword."
The Altmer's eyes, deep as emeralds, showed no signs of fear. Though winded from his excursion, he sounded - and acted - harassed.
"Can we do this later?"
"Excuse me?"
Somewhere across the bridge, Shandar snorted.
"I'm in a hurry. It's a matter of life and death." Ossien's gaze hardened, and he yanked the amulet from his neck, tossing it onto the stonework in front of Zahde. "Take it. But the sword stays with me."
"I'm not bargaining." Quick as lightning, Zahde cut the leather holster cradling Skycutter. She was met with the Altmer's raised palm - charged lightning inches from her face.
Her nostrils flared. She never liked magic. It had a smell to it that pricked her senses, less a sense and more of a gut feeling - an instinctive response that she was out of her depth.
Zahde usually compensated by sticking a sword through the mage's ribs - and Ossien was no different, the tip of her blade digging into his coat even as he charged the spell.
Shandar advanced towards them, shield up, sword drawn. Ossien raised his other hand, prepared to take them out with a lightning bolt each.
All three stood very, very still.
"You're fortune hunters." He said after a while, staring into Zahde's eyes without flinching. "As in, you hunt anyone with a fortune."
"And you're a filthy tomb robber." She replied. "We steal what's already been stolen."
The elf made a cold chuckle in the back of his throat.
"As much as I'd love to argue about my profession, I do not have the time. Either listen to my offer, or we'll add more corpses to the necromancer's army."
Shandar glanced at Zahde. She didn't take her eyes off the relic-hunter, but she knew what her brother was thinking. Who said anything about necromancers? They were dark, twisted creatures. If there was a necromancer involved…
Maybe there was more at stake here than just a sword and an amulet.
"We'll hear it." Zahde glared over the static, crackling sphere of magic. "As soon as you get that out of my face."
Ossien hesitated, then, slowly, he let the spell extinguish.
"Your turn."
Zahde took two steps back, close enough to cut his hands off if he tried that again, but no longer a sneeze away from eviscerating him.
Ossien exhaled, his eyes lively though he grimaced, and rubbed his throat before speaking.
"You two help me clear Meridia's temple, I will give you Dawnbreaker and the amulet."
Meridia. Of all the Daedra to work for, he found the one least likely to torment mortals for their own sick machinations. Maybe he wasn't such a fool after all.
"What is Dawnbreaker?"
"A sword. An artifact belonging to Meridia. She promised me the sword if I purged her temple of Malkoran's foulness."
"And kill the necromancer," Zahde began slowly. "Is a sword worth that?"
Ossien spread his hands akimbo.
"How many Daedric artifacts do you think there are in Tamriel? It's worth three times as much as Skycutter - that should appeal to you vultures."
She bristled at vultures but he was right. Dawnbreaker, if it was as rare as he claimed, would be worth a small fortune to the right buyer. If the blade was beautiful and harbored no ill effects, Zahde may be tempted to keep it for herself - just until the right rich collector made her an offer she couldn't refuse.
"What's the catch?"
"Presuming we all survive, there isn't one. I cannot kill Malkoran by myself, neither can I allow you to take Skycutter from me. I have no interest in Dawnbreaker; after tonight, I've had my fill of Daedric plans." Ossien picked up Skycutter, and the already sky-blue glow of the sword seemed to deepen, sweeping back the shadows of the trees, adding its light to the array of beacons all around.
Shandar had crossed the bridge, and his voice rumbled a foot above Zahde's ear.
"What do you think?"
"I think he's a fool. And desperate. And I don't trust him." Zahde frowned. She hated to admit it, but… "This isn't something we can pass up. Necromancer or not."
Shandar nodded, and thrust out his hand. "Then we have a deal, Ossien of Sunhold."
Ossien responded in kind. "And you are…?"
"Shandar, and the mean one's Sherazahde."
The mean one snorted. "Just Zahde, and let's get this over with."
"Wonderful. The rest of the temple is across this bridge. Shall we?"
With care, the relic-hunter took the lead, Shandar and Zahde following a few paces behind.
Just my luck, thought the relic-hunter. Here I am, leading a pack of wolves into a lion's den at a Daedric Prince's bidding.
With no small amount of magicka potions, quick-thinking and even quicker reflexes, he may just survive the encounter.
False Life
Her temple looked identical to any other Nordic crypt or tomb Ossien had ever been in. The Redguards were quiet, but he saw them watching the shadows, listening for the malignant breath of draugr. Not their first dungeon.
There wouldn't be draugr here. He didn't expect something so common; animated corpses of the newly deceased, perhaps. Or skeletons armed and creaking in the halls like guards around a Jarl's longhouse.
The shadows seemed thicker here. Like a miasma. Casting a candlelight spell at the ground, Ossien illuminated the stonework above and below, gray as the faces of the death, with vaporous black smoke curling and wafting through the air with no obvious origin. If it was poisonous, then it was too late for them to start covering their mouths.
"Over here." Zahde had taken a torch from the wall sconce and now held it over a corpse that looked at least a hundred years old - no, wait. With a thrill of surprise, Ossien crouched, examining the familiar legionnaire's armor and the mud still caked on their boots. The corpse inside had been blackened and shriveled, as if burned from the inside out - or its essence removed, in whatever spiritual or literal sense fit best.
The doors slammed shut with a slap of cold air; Zahde jumped, and Shandar threw his shoulder against the wrought iron, the veins in his arms pronounced even in the haunted light of flickering sconces. Ossien looked skyward, picturing all too clearly the Daedric Prince hovering above her temple, as impatient as a spoiled child.
"It won't open," said Shandar, stepping back.
Giving us no choice, then.
Zahde hissed something in a Hammerfell dialect he couldn't fully make out - but felt he had heard the accent before.
"Gilane? Taneth?" He ventured, earning a startled look in response, her surprise subdued by the swath of yellow warpaint across her face.
"So you know of Hammerfell," said Shandar. Wariness crept into the air like something venomous and quick. "Dominion?"
Ossien was quick to cast aside their accusing looks. He had enough of that in every major hold he set foot in. (It was the black cloak and hood).
"My parents are rolling in their graves at the suggestion. No, never a Thalmor, and never a supporter of their ideology -- just a mer that's traveled far and seen much."
The brief conversation became even briefer as a noise - something between a whisper and a sigh slithered around the columns.
Shandar raised his scimitar, and Ossien was transported 50 years ago, when he and his parents had stayed in Taneth at the behest of a family friend. While there, they had gotten to know some of the nobleman's guards - and they were, still to this day, the finest warriors he had ever seen. The Bretons thought they knew swordsmanship; the Redguards turned it into a way of life that went far beyond court balls and knightly duels.
An arrow clipped the air, jarring him out of the past, and he turned in time to throw a hasty bolt of lightning at a swift-moving shadowy figure.
It crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been cut, screaming as it disintegrated into a sprawling pile of black remains.
Zahde readied another arrow, flipping a strand of hair out of her eyes that had escaped the tightly bound ponytail.
"If you're withholding information from us, I'll make sure you die slowly. What the hell are those?"
Ossien sifted through the remains with the tip of Skycutter, disliking the unearthly aura permeating the substance.
"I don't know. Meridia wasn't exaggerating when she called it a 'foul darkness'." He straightened, trying not to think about who this pile of blackness might have been before the necromancer's vile hands had found them.
"We have to guide Meridia's light through the temple, and kill Malkoran. You two know as much as I do."
He didn't wait for them to make up their minds on whether or not he spoke the truth. Though the circumstances were dark and his pride stung by the Daedra strongarming him into glorified janitorial services, Ossien still felt that old thrill of discovery that had guided him throughout much of his life.
The Beacons
In the center of the first chamber, stood a pedestal with a beacon nestled on its top like an egg nearly too large for its nest. Meridia's light struck the beacon, throwing away all but the deepest shadows in the vacant corners of the temple. Ossien approached with slow, measured steps. The risk of wielding a blade such as Skycutter was that he would always be easy to identify - but Ossien preferred this to skulking around like some common thief.
Zahde & Shandar had fanned out, communicating with nonverbal cues that he paid little attention to.
He knew without Shandar throwing his weight against them that the doors at the top of the steps beyond were sealed tight. A second beacon, as dull as a blindman's eyes, was fixed above the doors like a keyhole. Ossien looked at the pedestal. Can it really be that easy?
Ossien touched the beacon - and shouted as a powerful surge of pain struck every nerve in his hand, even through the thick black gloves protecting it. Shaking the feeling back into his fingers, his prominent brow beetled with offense as the beacon shook, then with the grinding of unseen gears, slid up a few inches until he could see nearly the full circumference.
Ossien had done the right thing. The beacon sent out it's light to the one above the doors, a powerful beam threaded between them like spider's silk. The doors swung open.
With a glance at the others, the three treasure-seekers advanced into the next chamber.
In every room thereafter, there was at least one shade and at least one beacon. No time to argue, and more often than not, no time to get more than two or three words in edgewise.
They were efficient, even when the placements of the beacons grew more difficult to reach - Zahde showed her skill in climbing several times - but this was little comfort to them. The deeper they trekked, the closer they came to the black, pulsing heart of the temple.
Lichen-encrusted rock fell away beneath Shandar's boots as he jumped the gap in the archway to the other side. It was Ossien's turn next, and he leaped over the void. With a detached assessment of the situation, the relic-hunter realized at the last second that he had underestimated his own fatigue, and misjudged the distance. A stupid mistake.
The arches of his heels collided painfully with the edge of the platform, and he teetered, arms pinwheeling in an undignified lurch to keep himself upright. His grip on Skycutter loosened, and the sword nearly slipped from his hands as he fought gravity.
The Redguard woman's arm twitched out towards him as though to snatch him from the edge —but Ossien had managed to fall forwards, righting himself with a tensed breath.
Zahde's arm relaxed back down to her side, as if nothing had happened at all. Shandar was at the next beacon already, unawares of Ossien's near-fatal fall.
In the midst of this, Ossien's deep green eyes had been poised on Zahde; was she trying to save me or rob me?
He chose to believe the former. What being was so corrupt they would snatch the sword from his hands as he plummeted to certain injury - or death?
Ossien did not waste precious seconds deliberating on what made Zahde this way, nor did he ask. An unconscious reflex or not, these Redguards surely had a long tale to tell.
Already, this hallway felt different than the others. The darkness was thickest here.
The time had come to face the necromancer.
The Necromancer
In the corpse-strewn great hall of Kilkreath's catacombs, malevolence had his back turned. Ossien, Zahde and Shandar made not a sound - not even to charge a spell - neither one daring to breathe. Zahde felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down the back of her ear, and her thoughts flickered through her memories, borne away by the tension to recall battles past.
She had fallen so far, so fast. The exalted vanguard of a Crown prince, to a cunning fortune hunter with more arrows in her quiver than honor to her name. This is who I am. Zahde's grip tightened. What's done is done.
"Two Redguards and an Altmer." The necromancer's voice was cold and hoarse, as if in pain. But his face - the color of long-dead cinders, with slanted crimson eyes burning beneath a prominent brow - was strangely immobile. "You will make excellent shades," he crooned, stepping over the limp husk of an Imperial soldier. "Redguards are notoriously strong-willed and violent."
A fission of lightning struck the necromancer square in the chest, faltering him slightly, and forcing his face into a muted expression of cold menace. Zahde and Shandar made a pincer movement around the columns, letting the high elf distract their foe with magic.
The Altmer was skilled, but he was wearied after so many shades. Even now they were not spared Malkoran's army of the damned; black wraiths of smoke and nightmare converged upon them wherever they stood.
Malkoran's laughter traveled like arrowshot, piercing every corner of the room as he watched them struggle. A ward kept Ossien's shock magic at bay.
Zahde cleaved the head of one shade clean off, stepping over the sooty remains to meet another - and another - and another. Soon, her teeth were clenching as an arrow-head grazed her cheekbone, a rivulet of blood flowing down the sweep of her jaw.
Shandar's war cry accompanied the heavy clang of shield and scimitar against helmets and bracers. Flecks of blood dirtied the skull paint on his chest, but he paid it no mind, using his beastial strength to draw in most of the shades.
The floor was strewn with bodies, and Zahde cursed, stumbling over the twisted corpse of a Stormcloak officer, only to right herself at the last moment and impale the pursuing shade.
The shock attacks stopped, and a flicker of movement in the corner of Zahde's eyes revealed Ossien braced against a pillar, his expression grim.
Is that elf out of magicka?
She nearly asked him as much, when Malkoran stepped away from the winged pedestal supporting the final beacon.
"My turn."
The air grew heavy with the stench and weight of magicka, and the temperature dropped substantially as the nexus of a powerful spell gathered between the necromancer's hands.
Zahde lugged the Stormcloak officer's corpse up just in time, kneeling to shield herself from the onslaught of ice, strength-sapping wind and skin-stripping frost that blasted over like dragon's breath. Zahde gasped, her lungs burning, black spots dancing before her eyes as the coldness surrounded her. The pillar behind her head had been coated with ice, sparkling with a morbid beauty in the fragile beacon-light.
She pried frozen fingers from the Stormcloak's armor, and left pieces of herself behind where the skin had frozen to the metal.
Malkoran threw a smaller spell - a spear of ice, pointed on both ends and thicker than a man's arm - at Shandar, only to see it skewered on the Redguard's shield.
Zahde lost track of them then, her thoughts sluggish and her blood slow. Was there any point in fighting anymore? They were losing.
Dying and becoming a shade was a pitiful way to end her family line. She thanked Tall Papa that their parents could not see them now - driven by greed of wealth and paying dearly for it.
With the last dregs of her flagging strength, she hid herself behind an empty iron sarcophagus. A potion rolled at her feet, and Zahde numbly scooped it up, looking to it's sender.
Ossien, sporting a cut above his brow and a cheek blackened by frost or fist, gave a single nod of encouragement and threw himself back into the fray.
Wordless, Zahde uncorked the potion and drained it in three quick gulps.
The effects were immediate. Though her wounds did not heal, the damaging power of the spell began to subside. Her head cleared. The cold no longer robbed her of her strength of will.
In the clash, Malkoran had strayed from the final beacon. Seized by an impulse to active it, Zahde took a step towards the platform - at the same time that Shandar stuck the necromancer in the heart.
"You're finished," he panted, shield in tatters on the floor beside him.
The Dunmer's lifeless face stretched into a cold, toothy smile. "Am I?"
Zahde's heart thrust its way into her throat.
"Shandar get back!"
The fleshy husk of Malkoran fell to the floor, shed like snakeskin, and in its place had formed a malevolent spectre of greater power than any shade they had fought before.
Shandar's face went rigid, and he made to pull his sword back, but a black-boned fist closed around his wrist, stopping him cold.
In the other bony hand was a spell of frost.
Zahde nocked an arrow and fired, striking the necromancer's hand - but not before the spell was cast. The bolt of ice struck Shandar in the side, missing most of his internal organs, but it was still powerful enough to knock him - her mountain of a brother - off his feet like a straw doll.
Zahde's lips trembled, hatred searing in her eyes as if to brand the necromancer. She took aim for his face.
The Choice
His magicka reserves were nearly gone. The exhaled relief at seeing Shandar finish off the necromancer had transformed into morbid astonishment. Gods, I should have guessed. What a fool he was, for not realizing the depth of Malkoran's corruption. If it was power the Dunmer had wanted, then transcending death was one way to achieve that - but no man or mer was truly 'immortal'.
If he couldn't prove it, they were as good as dead.
Ossien edged his way out from behind a pillar, slinging a weak bolt of lightning at Malkoran - more to get his attention than cause him any harm. He wanted to give Zahde time to reach her brother, and say goodbye, if need be.
The shade turned upon him and glided forward with inhuman speed. As the wraith beared down on him, Ossien cynically questioned the point of Meridia's temple. She claimed to abhor the undead - and yet a necromancer could wander her halls without consequence. Killing and reaping souls as his twisted heart pleased.
Realization dawned. The beacons.
"Zahde! The beacon!" He lept to the side as a frost bolt took a chunk out of the column.
Malkoran turned, wicked eyes targeting Zahde as she ran for the pedestal.
Ossien swung Skycutter, trying to shear through the cloaking miasma and strike at whatever Malkoran had for a heart. The shade whirled upon him.
Bracing himself for either death or triumph, Ossien's sword nicked at the necromancer's bones as he wove a complicated dance around his foe. Magicka and strength stretched to their limits, he cried out, teeth meeting together in a painful snap as the necromancer backhanded him.
Despite himself, he backed away, terror - either an illusion spell or his own making - flashed before his eyes.
Zahde's hand found the beacon. The holy light of the Glister Witch connected with the pedestal, the last link upon a chain of cleansing force that dazzled them.
Momentarily blinded, Ossien's ears rang as Malkoran screamed, and lunged for Zahde, hands out-stretched to choke the life from her.
Ossien forced his burning muscles to move, staggering after the necromancer - but his efforts to save her were unneeded.
In Zahde's hands was no longer her bow, or the scimitar she had kept on her hip. It was Dawnbreaker, ripped from its pedestal and brandished, the holy relic a sight to behold in the hands of one who could wield it without fear. The shade hesitated, and it was in that perilous second that Zahde swung the Daedric artifact, cleaving Malkoran from shoulder to hip in a burst of white-and-orange flame.
No sooner had Malkoran's blackened remains crumbled to the floor, then Zahde had cast the blade aside and returned to her brother.
Ossien leaned against a column, both to regain his strength and comprehend their sudden victory.
It's over. Malkoran's finished. But at a cost.
The burly Redguard was on the floor where he had fallen, trembling from the internal cold, his breath hoarse and cloudy on every exhale. Zahde's hands moved like lightning; ripping the necromancer's robes into long strips, she barked orders at Shandar to sit up - more frightened of her brother's death than any black-magic user - and helped when it proved he could not.
Ossien looked to where Dawnbreaker had fallen, the sword cast aside like a broken walking stick. He had fulfilled his quest for Meridia; the temple was cleansed. Dawnbreaker was, by right, his. As he caught his breath, he pictured himself taking up the Daedric sword and leaving the way they had come in - abandoning the twins who had tried to rob him a mere hour or two beforehand.
They were thieves.
But they had helped him, and his conscience could not bear the weight of so dispicable an action, of abandoning them in their gravest hour.
Mind made up, Ossien gripped his gloves in his teeth, and pulled his hands free.Uncorking his last magicka bottle, Ossien quickly drained the contents, then knelt beside the twins.
"I won't be able to heal him fully," he breathed deeply, letting out a slow, steadying breath. "But I can give him a fighting chance."
Zahde's expression was unreadable, but she had gone rigid, her eyes boring holes into him as he held his hands over Shandar's wound.
Pulling from the shallow pool of magicka he had left, Ossien concentrated, willing bones to mend and flesh to meld back together, staunching blood flow and restoring vitality to the warrior. Before the wound could fully close up, the golden glow of restoration magic faded from Ossien's tawny hands, and he lowered them, fatigued more than ever.
"That's the best I can do."
Shandar's breathing had grown easier, and with an expression made tight by pain, he was able to sit up.
"Definitely not Thalmor," he half grimaced, half grinned. Ossien's laugh was faint. Tired, but warm.
"You fought well. I could not have defeated Malkoran without either one of you."
Zahde looked over her brother, the tension in her body not easing until he spared a grin.
"I'm not dead yet, Zahde. Stop checking for grave-dirt."
Ossien smiled, and slowly stepped away. It was time to go. Shandar's condition had only reminded him further of Inigo's troubles - not that he had truly forgotten - and it was time he returned to Dragon Bridge.
He turned in time to see Zahde draw the Gauldur Amulet out of her pocket. She placed the heavy pendent in his hand, and met his gaze evenly.
This was as close to a thank you as Zahde was going to give. It was enough. Retying the amulet around his neck, Ossien accepted it graciously.
"Are you two going to be alright?"
Shandar was now sitting on the lip of a sarcophagus, gathering his strength.
"Yes." Said Zahde. "Go."
Ossien raised his hand in farewell, and made for the last set of doors leading to the outside.
It's finished, Meridia.
As he'd expected, the doors swung open, the light of a new morning spilling in and chasing the last of the shadows out.
The Break of Dawn
With her brother's arm across her shoulders, Zahde hobbled out into the brilliant dawn, her eyes scrunched and watering against the light. Their progress was slow, and Ossien was long gone by the time they finally crossed the stone bridge and returned to the first temple.
They stopped to rest on the steps, the statue of Meridia looming. Zahde looked at the sword in her hand. It was Dawnbreaker; the Altmer hadn't taken it with him, and she'd felt compelled to take it with her - not by right, but by... something inexplicable.
While Shandar complained about not having any wine to wash some of the pain away, Zahde looked to Meridia's statue, staring into the cold, stone face of the Daedric Prince.
Before her mind could be made up, Zahde's feet left the ground; she faintly heard Shandar call her name as she was lifted high, high above the temple and towards the sun. The view was spectacular; the dips and rises of Skyrim were touched by the rosy fingers of dawn, the light stroking the treetops and glinting off the waves down at the coast.
A sphere of light, somehow brighter than the sun yet still bearable, appeared before her.
"Malkoran is vanquished. Skyrim's dead shall remain at rest. This is as it should be. This is because of you. A new day is dawning. And you shall be its herald."
The hairs along Zahde's arms were raised. A new day is dawning...
"Take the mighty Dawnbreaker and with it purge corruption from the dark corners of the world. Wield it in my name, that my influence may grow. You will be my new champion, mortal. Do you accept?"
Zahde closed her eyes. There was danger in aligning herself with Meridia, but at the same time, no more danger than she and Shandar usually got themselves into trying to rob adventurers. This was a chance to become something more than a fallen warrior; in their culture, to slay the dead - even the unholy kind - was a taboo that was almost irredeemable.
Only the lowest among them dared perform such an unclean task.
But this wasn't Hammerfell. And she was so tired of the path she was walking. She had been living a false life for so long, she had forgotten what it felt like to fight with honor again.
Zahde opened her eyes.
"I accept."
Meridia's light brightened, and some of her own shadows were hurled back into the darkness where they belonged.
This story was originally for AMOSS, but I got unexpectedly busy and ended up finishing it sometime in late February or early March. Then I forgot about it. Whoops ^^;
I hope you enjoyed it!
Curious about any of the protagonists? Zahde doesn't have a profile up yet, but hopefully this year.
Instead, here's Ossien's~ Ossien of Sunhold
And a few relevant mod links.
Shandar, Standalone Redguard Follower (Permission granted by Oaristys to use Shandar in fanworks)
Inigo, Custom Khajiit Follower (Permission granted by SmartBlueCat to use Inigo in fanworks)


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I opened the box containing my Veritas jointer plane and to my horror I found this:
How on earth did this happen?!?
First a little about my shop. It's a basement shop on a concrete slab. It has flooded in the past (sump pumps have since been replaced) but stayed contained to certain areas. I've always just left my hand planes in their original boxes to tuck away when not in use. Small shop – limited space. Easiest place to hide the behemoth jointer plane box was on the ground under my makeshift bench. This area of the shop never got touched by the water, although I don't think that matters on concrete. I'm guessing there was enough moisture in the concrete slab for the cardboard box to wick and create a humidor for my plane. The side the plane was resting on got the worst of the rust (first picture), but upon disassembly it was clear that pretty much every part had oxidized to some degree.
I considered using a chemical bath like Evaporust since it appears to work beautifully, but decided on using elbow grease. I wanted it to require a lot of effort so that I'd learn my lesson and hopefully avoid a similar situation in the future. I think my penance will be an effective deterrent.
I started with a wire wheel on my impact driver to get the majority of the surface rust off the sole and green scotch brite on the smaller pieces. After reassembly I finished off the sole with LOTS of passes on PSA sandpaper (P120, P150) stuck to a granite slab.
I've successfully resuscitated the plane but I think I'll keep working on the sole to remove all remaining scratch marks left by the aggressive wire wheel. There are a couple small spots with pitting that I'd like to work on too.
Needless to say, protecting cast iron tools from corrosion isn't optional! I think it's time to make some pretty storage for my hand planes.
So, what are some of your favorite anti-corrosion treatments?
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Vivera Foodgroup to focus solely on plant-based market following divestiture of meat company Enkco
12 Jun 2019 --- Vivera Foodgroup has set its sights on a meatless future following the divestiture of meat company Enkco. The group's remaining plant-based companies – Vivera, Culifrost and Dutch Tofu Company – will reportedly enjoy large-scale investments in the coming period to expand production capacity and product range. Vivera has a strong position in the European market and is one of the largest producers of plant-based products in Europe. Most of Enkco's 100 employees are to be employed by Vivera Foodgroup.
Enkco, a specialist in chilled and deep-frozen meat products, was sold to Dutch Van Loon Group at the end of May 2019. As a result of the sale, Vivera Foodgroup reports it will be able to focus more on the big growth opportunities in the plant-based market in Europe.
Vivera Foodgroup currently comprises Culifrost (IQF frozen, plant-based meal components) and Dutch Tofu Company (tofu) and the brand Vivera (plant-based meals and meat alternatives).
Click to EnlargeWith the brand Vivera, the group has a strong market position in large parts of Europe and is one of the three largest players in the region. Vivera is known primarily for meat alternatives, including its steak alternative product, which it launched in May 2018. The product has arguably proven to be a hit with consumers. In the UK alone, over 1 million items have been sold through supermarket chain Tesco. Since its introduction last year, several million items have been sold in Western-Europe. Vivera's products are available in more than 25,000 supermarkets in 25 European countries.
As an extension to its product range, Vivera recently launched a number of products such as Pulled Veggie, Shawarma Kebab and Veggie Quarter Pounder which are available at many large retailers in Europe.
"Vivera is growing at high pace, significantly above the already fast growth of the plant-based market. Our expansion is taking place throughout Europe in the major markets (UK, Germany and the UK) and other markets like Central Europe, Nordics, Benelux, Italy and Spain," Esther Evers, Vivera Brand Manager Europe, tells FoodIngredientsFirst. "At the same time, we are making significant investments in our operational footprint to keep up with the growth of the business, resulting in duplication of production capacity, including expansion into the newest technologies."
To further target this growing segment, Evers says the group is actively expanding innovation investments.
"Innovation has always been and is our backbone to offer the market products that outperform the competition in taste, bite and sensorial experience," she adds.
Vivera Foodgroup notes that the interest of consumers in healthier and more sustainable food is increasing strongly in large parts of Europe. Given the rapidly developing market demand and the sale of Enkco, Vivera Foodgroup wants to invest structurally at a higher level in expanding production capacity and new products. In the short term, production capacity of Vivera's plant in the Netherlands will be considerably expanded in the third quarter of 2019.
"We are one of the first companies in the world's meat industry to say a final goodbye to meat. From now on, we will only focus on plant-based foods which are really conquering the world," says Willem van Weede, CEO of Vivera Foodgroup. "More and more consumers are discovering that plant-based products can be just as tasty as real meat and have many benefits for personal health, environmental impact and animal welfare. As a result of the sale of our meat activities, we think we can boost even more Vivera's rapid international growth."
Evers tells FoodIngredientsFirst the company has identified five megatrends within the plant-based space:
- Food as an ally in health. In 2017, the vegan market increased 18.3 percent, worldwide. Vegetarian is the fastest growing lifestyle movement today and is popular especially among the Millennials and younger generations.
- Food as an identity. Food has become more than a health concern. It's also a declaration of identity. Food gains social meaning. We are what we eat, and we are what we share we eat.
- Good food as not processed. Along with the shocking food scandals of minor or greater resonance, local or international, that dotted the last decades, people gradually became disillusioned about food in cans and processed food in general.
- Food as a political act. People are learning that every decision we make around food has deep political and societal consequences, dictating how we treat people, animals and the planet.
- Natural food; local, seasonal & organic. People today favor alternative food systems such as local sourcing, small farming and producers and they pay attention to the freshness and seasonality of products.
Additional reporting by Lucy Gunn
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Imagine a hilarious mash-up of "The Vagina Monologues," "The Real Housewives" and "Orange is the New Black" with a little "Kiss Me, Kate" thrown in and you've got queer playwright Jen Silverman's "Collective Rage: A Play in Five Betties."
A new book chronicling the lives of nine transgender women across the country who have been incarcerated comes amid historic progress for such prisoners.
Three women, 20 roles and one smooth-talking devil all add up to one helluva good time in "Hell's Belles," the musical opening this weekend at Empire Stage in Fort Lauderdale.
How does that old adage go? "Life imitates art," or is it "Art imitates life." In the case of Bekah Brunstetter's Off Broadway hit comedy "The Cake," opening Dec. 5 at the Arsht Center in Miami, it's definitely the latter, as she literally ripped the premise from the headlines.
There's an old adage among writers: "Write what you know."
We've all found ourselves in that awkward situation when someone asks a simple question and before we can stop ourselves, we've replied with an untruth. Usually, these situations are benign, free of consequences, but for Evan Hansen, a little white lie quickly spirals out of control.
Michael McKeever and Stuart Meltzer are used to working together.
Miami writer and playwright Philip Middleton Williams is still trying to finish his novel, "Bobby Cramer." It's been more than two decades.
NEW YORK — Police say a New York City man has been arrested in connection with a bias attack in lower Manhattan against the first gay couple to be married at West Point.
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Ben Carson said Sunday Muslims seeking public office must first renounce some central tenets of Islam. Otherwise, Carson said, "Why in fact would you take that chance?"
During the hot summer months when the snowbirds and tourists head north, many theaters are "dark," theater jargon for "closed." That's not the case for three local venues that primarily attract LGBT audiences.
Donning heels and a wig isn't necessarily actor and director Ed Sparan's idea of fun, but it's a labor of love when it comes to one of his favorite playwrights, Charles Busch. Sparan is directing and starring in a new production of Busch's classic "Die, Mommie, Die!" opening this weekend at Empire Stage in Fort Lauderdale.
Comcast Business Presents the GFLGLCC Quarterly Networking Luncheon
Del Shores is best known as a writer, the creator of LGBT cult favorites "Sordid Lives" and "Southern Baptist Sissies." But now, he's also taking his turn on stage in a new show, "Six Characters in Search of a Play," opening at Fort Lauderdale's Empire Stage this weekend.
A 20-year-old young man from the Jersey Shore, Constanti Moraitis, who appeared as Dmitri Kane in gay porn films, apparently took his own life on Sunday evening. The young man had appeared in films for Next Door Casting and Collegedudes.com.
Director Silvio Nacucchi talks about his strange gay parenting tale
Whether you consider yourself a bro, dude, bloke, lad or dad, the "Choir of Man" is singing for you on Oct. 13 at the Parker Playhouse in Fort Lauderdale. But, what exactly is the "Choir of Man?"
Almost hidden away on a side street in Fort Lauderdale's arts district is a play about friends coping with crisis.
The Broward Theater for Performing Arts and the Raymond F. Kravis Center for the Performing Arts will present the It Gets Better Project. The show uses music to enlighten and educate people about the struggles of LGBT youth.
The heated presidential campaign provided timely inspiration for "Shorts Gone Wild 4," the annual festival of LGBT-themed short plays presented each August by Miami's City Theatre and Island City Stage in Wilton Manors.


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Green Technology (greentech) also known as environmental know-how (envirotech) and clean technology (cleantech) is the mixing of recent expertise and environmental science to better preserve the worldwide environment and its pure resources and to mitigate the destructive results of human exercise on the planet. Attract individuals to you in unexpected ways – in an increasingly unsure world we do not even know what questions to ask or what to look for, so people need to reinforce serendipity. Debates on the advantages and drawbacks of technology continually arise questioning the influence of know-how on the development or worsening of human condition. Then once more, about 4 times as many Americans now take antidepressants, which are sometimes effective in treating extreme despair, the kind most strongly linked to suicide.
If you live in New York City's Greenwich Village, with entry to the perfect antiviral drugs, this will likely not resolve if you stay or die. IO releases these victims into the wild at set occasions and leaves them up for limited periods of time until they vanish, by no means to be heard from again. Scholarly articles are written by consultants in a particular tutorial self-discipline and meant for an educational viewers. They would be the ones who will be upgrading the know-how that's at present available.
Although the rate increased for each sexes, 3 times as many 12-to-14-12 months-outdated women killed themselves in 2015 as in 2007, in contrast with twice as many boys. For instance, there are extreme differences within the methods digital natives and digital immigrants conduct enterprise, gather information and knowledge and spend their paychecks. Its influence on society can be seen in how people use expertise and its moral significance within the society.
So the migration to computer systems was not solely simpler for him than for others his age, however he also welcomed it. He lacked the concern that so many seniors have and this has made it easier for him to handle technology. There is a special solution relatively than constructing infrastructure to a few of these what I would name more rural areas, and it is actually with utilizing the LTE know-how, the Fusion know-how from a broadband perspective. The know-how promises breathtaking possibilities for each innovation and disruption. Many references to selected scientific articles and textbooks aid further studies.
A trendy example is the rise of communication expertise, which has lessened limitations to human interaction and, consequently, has helped spawn new subcultures; the rise of cyberculture has, at its basis, the event of the Internet and the computer.12 Not all expertise enhances culture in a artistic manner; technology may assist facilitate political oppression and battle via tools reminiscent of weapons.


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WalkTrue Workshop: REDD
To further explain the power of the brochure and clarify how it works in practice, we are going to look at how we approached REDD, one of our client's brochure projects.
REDD is an established Monegasque real estate development company who, having partnered with renowned development manager Russell Smithers, is launching REDD London. The team wanted to use the opportunity to review everything from branding to website and marketing collateral.
The client requested implementation of their new branding in print materials which reflected the premium nature of the brand. Although already established, they wanted to use the rebranding to crystallise the company's image with elegant and timeless appeal that would sit comfortably next to the very best in luxury names while also standing out.
Walktrue worked with the team early in the process on initial logo concepts and, as a result, were later asked to roll out the finalised branding into the REDD brochure, which we designed.
To evoke a high end feeling we knew that the REDD brochure needed to embody the words spacious and luxurious. We achieved this by utilising a limited colour pallet and using abstract imagery such as textures, rather than traditional real estate images. The minimal use of colour not only allows the other design aspects to speak for themselves but also lends itself to a variety of other marketing materials such as on site PPE, clothing and even company umbrellas.
Combining these minimalist and effective design choices with lots of white space and perfectly prioritised information we ensured the brochure reflected the core principles that REDD apply to their developments without loosing their unique approach.
We tied in the aspirational aspect of the brief by using high quality, natural looking, lifestyle photography which we colour graded for brand consistency and added the REDD logo to. Again the images used are not typical real estate images but are more lifestyle-led focusing on the dream life which can be lived out in one of their developments.
To finalise this clean and light brochure and ensure it evoked the elegant feeling the client requested we contrasted the bold images with more subtle text. Giving the images and text room to breathe was key in maintaining the opulence of the brochure as a whole.
The brochure we created for REDD clearly demonstrates how design elements can be used to make your brochure say more than just the words you include in it. With real estate brochures still being a popular and expected part of the real estate buying process, making yours stand out is evermore difficult but also evermore important. Contact us to discuss how we can breathe new life into your printed marketing materials.


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I went to the Museum of London the other week to see their new exhibition all about your detective stories- they even had a little interview clip of you, so good to hear your voice again! But then it was the strangest thing- after you finished speaking about your creation of Sherlock Holmes they cut you off, before you could get to the wonderful things that made you...well you!
My darling as you are, undoubtedly, reading this in the afterlife, you are surely aware how much these 21st century people just adore your stories. Really they are so very popular, on TV and in the cinema - even though I think you'd find these modern Sherlocks a little bit young and funny-looking. But for some bizarre reason they seem to not remember that you were also the world's foremost Spiritualist! A beacon to us all! Come to think of it, there's actually quite a few things people don't seem to remember about you. Your valiant efforts for the country in the Boer War...I mean well in terms of your writing, it was hardly your fault that you were too heavy to enlist. I always did like a man with some meat on his bones.
For all your efforts, people still don't believe in fairies. I mean it's as if they never read your 1921 book The Coming of the Fairies. As if those little girls made those fairies out of paper, preposterous.
You would be pleased to know the Rochester Spiritualist Temple still exists in London, so not all your work is for not. I just find it so unbelievable that people don't remember you could actually speak with the dead!
To add insult to injury, Brits now absolutely love to ski yet do they remember who brought the sport form Scandinavia? No, of course not. Although actually this forgetfulness could be seen as a plus as they also don't seem to remember your failed career in ophthalmology. Never was for you darling.


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STM32F0 Standard Peripheral bibliotheek 1.0
ST Microelectronics standard peripheral bibliotheek documentatie voor de STM32F0 familie
This file provides firmware functions to manage the following functionalities of the Digital-to-Analog Converter (DAC) peripheral: More...
#include "stm32f0xx_dac.h"
|CR_CLEAR_MASK ((uint32_t)0x0000003E)
|DHR12R1_OFFSET ((uint32_t)0x00000008)
|DOR_OFFSET ((uint32_t)0x0000002C)
|DAC_DeInit (void)
|Deinitializes the DAC peripheral registers to their default reset values. More...
|DAC_Init (uint32_t DAC_Channel, DAC_InitTypeDef *DAC_InitStruct)
|Initializes the DAC peripheral according to the specified parameters in the DAC_InitStruct. More...
|DAC_StructInit (DAC_InitTypeDef *DAC_InitStruct)
|Fills each DAC_InitStruct member with its default value. More...
|DAC_Cmd (uint32_t DAC_Channel, FunctionalState NewState)
|Enables or disables the specified DAC channel. More...
|DAC_SoftwareTriggerCmd (uint32_t DAC_Channel, FunctionalState NewState)
|Enables or disables the selected DAC channel software trigger. More...
|DAC_SetChannel1Data (uint32_t DAC_Align, uint16_t Data)
|Set the specified data holding register value for DAC channel1. More...
|DAC_GetDataOutputValue (uint32_t DAC_Channel)
|Returns the last data output value of the selected DAC channel. More...
|DAC_DMACmd (uint32_t DAC_Channel, FunctionalState NewState)
|Enables or disables the specified DAC channel DMA request. When enabled DMA1 is generated when an external trigger (EXTI Line9, TIM2, TIM3, TIM6 or TIM15 but not a software trigger) occurs. More...
|DAC_ITConfig (uint32_t DAC_Channel, uint32_t DAC_IT, FunctionalState NewState)
|Enables or disables the specified DAC interrupts. More...
|DAC_GetFlagStatus (uint32_t DAC_Channel, uint32_t DAC_FLAG)
|Checks whether the specified DAC flag is set or not. More...
|DAC_ClearFlag (uint32_t DAC_Channel, uint32_t DAC_FLAG)
|Clears the DAC channel's pending flags. More...
|DAC_GetITStatus (uint32_t DAC_Channel, uint32_t DAC_IT)
|Checks whether the specified DAC interrupt has occurred or not. More...
|DAC_ClearITPendingBit (uint32_t DAC_Channel, uint32_t DAC_IT)
|Clears the DAC channel's interrupt pending bits. More...
This file provides firmware functions to manage the following functionalities of the Digital-to-Analog Converter (DAC) peripheral:
* =============================================================================== ##### DAC Peripheral features ##### =============================================================================== [..] The device integrates one 12-bit Digital Analog Converters refered as DAC channel1 with DAC_OUT1 (PA4) as output [..] Digital to Analog conversion can be non-triggered using DAC_Trigger_None and DAC_OUT1 is available once writing to DHRx register using DAC_SetChannel1Data(). [..] Digital to Analog conversion can be triggered by: (#) External event: EXTI Line 9 (any GPIOx_Pin9) using DAC_Trigger_Ext_IT9. The used pin (GPIOx_Pin9) must be configured in input mode. (#) Timers TRGO: TIM2, TIM3, TIM6 and TIM15 (DAC_Trigger_T2_TRGO, DAC_Trigger_T3_TRGO...) The timer TRGO event should be selected using TIM_SelectOutputTrigger() (#) Software using DAC_Trigger_Software [..] The DAC channel 1 integrates an output buffer that can be used to reduce the output impedance, and to drive external loads directly without having to add an external operational amplifier. To enable the output buffer use DAC_InitStructure.DAC_OutputBuffer = DAC_OutputBuffer_Enable; [..] Refer to the device datasheet for more details about output impedance value with and without output buffer. [..] The DAC data format can be: (#) 8-bit right alignment using DAC_Align_8b_R (#) 12-bit left alignment using DAC_Align_12b_L (#) 12-bit right alignment using DAC_Align_12b_R [..] The analog output voltage on each DAC channel pin is determined by the following equation: DAC_OUTx = VREF+ * DOR / 4095 with DOR is the Data Output Register VEF+ is the input voltage reference (refer to the device datasheet) e.g. To set DAC_OUT1 to 0.7V, use DAC_SetChannel1Data(DAC_Align_12b_R, 868); Assuming that VREF+ = 3.3, DAC_OUT1 = (3.3 * 868) / 4095 = 0.7V [..] A DMA1 request can be generated when an external trigger (but not a software trigger) occurs if DMA1 requests are enabled using DAC_DMACmd() DMA1 requests are mapped as following: (+) DAC channel1 is mapped on DMA1 channel3 which must be already configured ##### How to use this driver ##### =============================================================================== [..] (+) Enable DAC APB1 clock to get write access to DAC registers using RCC_APB1PeriphClockCmd(RCC_APB1Periph_DAC, ENABLE) (+) Configure DAC_OUT1 (DAC_OUT1: PA4) in analog mode using GPIO_Init() function (+) Configure the DAC channel using DAC_Init() (+) Enable the DAC channel using DAC_Cmd()
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Our latest Chronology Series™ – a Scotchology, if you will – continues its evolution. We brewed a wee heavy – known for rich, malt-forward flavors – and set it to age in bourbon barrels. Every six months, we take a quarter of the barrels, blend them and bottle them. This third bottling in the four-part series represents the nuances imparted to the base beer after 18 months of barrel aging.
Chronology: 18 – Wee Heavy
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Dear Allegra,
As a caregiver who works primarily with older adults in their homes, I help clients with a variety of tasks. My clients have health conditions that range from Parkinson's disease to Alzheimer's. Some are no longer able to walk independently or to move themselves from one chair to another.
I would like to learn more about safe transfer techniques for caregivers. I know safety is important for helping to prevent injuries to both my clients and myself. Since you have many years of caregiving experience, I'm hoping you can review proper transfer techniques for caregivers like me.
Best regards,
Transferring Techniques for Caregivers
Dear Daniel,
You are correct that learning the best transfer techniques for caregivers to use helps protect you and your clients. For caregivers who work in the home, it is especially important to learn these techniques since a second pair of hands may not be available.
Here are a few standard body mechanics that can help caregivers with transferring a client:
- Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and place one foot a half-step in front of the other. This helps give you a sturdy base of support.
- Lift with your legs. Remember, back muscles are not your strongest muscles. Leg muscles tend to be much stronger.
- Stand close to the person you are trying to lift or move.
- Do not lift more than you feel you can comfortably handle.
- Consider getting a back-support belt to protect your back from injuries.
- Communicate with your client. Tell them what you need to do and try counting 1-2-3 out loud so they can work with you.
- Remember to turn your body instead of twisting it as that can lead to back injuries.
- If your client needs assistance getting out of bed, start by helping them to a seated position. It might be easiest to roll them to the side of the bed, and then to a seated position with their feet flat on the floor.
- Keep your knees and muscles flexible instead of stiff. This helps to prevent injuries.
- Do not have your client put their arms around your neck. This can cause neck injuries. When helping them to stand, place your arms around their waist, have them lean forward, and rock together to increase momentum.
One additional suggestion, to help you learn safe transfer techniques, is to ask a physical or occupational therapist for a demonstration. Both are experts at helping to safely lift and move patients.
I hope this information is helpful, Daniel, and I thank you for asking such an important question.
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|Episode 05: Bring Misfortune
|Selector infected WIXOSS -peeping analyze- #05
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bring misfortune is the fifth chapter of selector infected WIXOSS -peeping analyze-.
Appearing in this chapter Edit
- Akira Aoi (proper debut)
- Yuki (in Iona Urazoe's body) (debut)
- Unnamed unhealthy Selector
- Ruuko Kominato (Flashback only)
- Hitoe Uemura (Flashback only)
- Yuzuki Kurebayashi (Flashback only)
- Ayumi Sakaguchi (actually Amika Hashimoto )
- Unnamed LRIG
- Urith(debut)
- Tama (Flashback only)
Other Characters
- Kazuki Kurebayashi (Flashback only)
Summary Edit
Piruluk meets her new Selector, a happy go lucky Akira Aoi and sees her as a pawn in order for her to be able to kill Remember. One day, Akira met a sickly Selector who begged her to let her win because she's very sick. Akira accuses her of lying to get an easy free win, and when she found out that she was telling the truth, after Piruluk uses Peeping Analyze, she mocks her.
Model Akira and Iona seemed to get along well in public but the truth is, they shared a toxic relationship. so much that Akira's wish is to ruin Iona's life. Iona has a LRIG, Urith, and Akira hates them, and how they always seems to look down on her and mocking her tactic.
Piruluk admitted that Akira is the best Selector she has ever met so far, despite them not getting along well, since Akira keeps pressing Piruluk to grant her wish when she will become an Eternal Girl, and Piruluk simply ignores her. Akira's tactic of mocking the opposition of their wishes known due to Peeping Analyze, is the best tactic any of her selector ever used. Seeing how great they have become, Piruluk hopes that this time things could go well. She smiled.
Unfortunately, after Akira's third loss, she was sent back to the white room and met Mayu. Piruluk explained the reason of her loss and Mayu admitted that she started to like her. She called Piruluk a failure, and she has brought despair to many other girls, the thing that Mayu wanted the most.
Mayu proceed to make fun of Piruluk and said that she is looking forward to other girls that she would be bringing despair to, just like how she brought despair to Sakaguchi. But when Piruluk is about to wallow in despair and succumb on her dark side because she has caused Sakaguchi's death, she meets her new Selector... Ayumi Sakaguchi?
- Considering the fact that Piruluk knows that LRIG will vanish if they failed to grant their Selector's wish and Piruluk actually wants to go along with Akira's plan and granting her wish to ruin Iona's life, it seems like she could care less for anyone she will bring despair to in order to get a body to kill Remember. This is parallel to her actions when she was Kiyoi Mizushima, that she couldn't care less for her oppositions in Selector battles, as long as her wish will be granted.
- The Iona Akira meets this chapter is actually Yuki in Iona Urazoe's body.
- Akira's scene with the sickly selector is paralel to Kiyoi's scene against an unnamed selector on Episode 00. Both found out that the opposition wasn't lying to get a free win and their wishes are reversed. The difference is that Akira acted haughty (it is revealed that in Spread she actually cared), whilist Kiyoi was wondering what the other girl's wish are, before dismissing it since she didn't care much for anyone but Sakaguchi.
- Piruluk's trigger word is 'Sakaguchi'. She got mad and blamed herself for anything that happened on her, despite the fact that Ayumi's mom didn't blame her on it, and almost giving up on being a LRIG before she meets her new Selector.


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Poverty Wordle
Today we looked at a picture of extreme poverty and used it as a stimulus to write our own narratives. Then for good measure we created this Wordle with the help of Renata, Julia, Mariam and Nat.
Last week, we were just getting stuck into a science lesson with Miss Power, when her plans went out the window. We were supposed to be watching a video about Albert Einstein to help us learn more about him. Unfortunately the video wouldn't play, but we had a synopsis of the information that was meant to be covered in the video.
It was great that Miss Power's plans went out the window, because what we ended up doing was much more fun! Using the synopsis of what was meant to be in HER video, we got into groups and spent some time developing our research skills as WE found out the details about Albert Einstein's life by researching.
Here is the final product of a hard day's work. We worked in teams, we learnt new research skills such as using the advanced search tools on Google, we created and used cue cards (which are different to scripts), and we faced the dreaded fear of speaking in front of a video camera. We hope you enjoy our video and that you learn something new about this interesting scientist!
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Oliver Phommavanh - Author Visit
Today we had the hilarious author, Oliver Phommavanh, visit our school. He had us in tears (from laughter)! We have been reading one of his novels, Punchlines, and it was great to meet him in person. He not only kept us entertained with his crazy sense of humour & stories he told with his vast collection of stuffed toys, but he also gave us some hot tips on how to be great writers.
First he said to read lots. Good writers read lots!
Secondly, he said to be creative with the characters in your stories. Water Bottle Man was a thrilling example of how to do this!
As many of Oliver's stories are based on his real life experiences and observations, he suggested this as a writing strategy. Starting with your own experiences is great, but it's even better to use your imagination to take everyday stories to new levels that are even more entertaining.
And finally, Oliver shared with us how he uses lots of opposites to make things funny. For example, we might name a blue bear 'Pinky'.
Thank you, Oliver, for visiting us, entertaining us, and helping to give us some great tips on how to be great, comedic writers! We loved meeting you and can't wait to get writing!
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I am in the process of doing some organizing at our church, mainly with staff and volunteer leaders. This means meetings and reminders of what our vision is and what we are trying to achieve and, of course, attitude checks. Most of them are good attitudes, but from time to time, some attitudes get negative, including my own. Positive attitudes are vital to success and way to often we forget this. Sometimes we think that our negative attitudes are the most important in the room and, that may be so in your own mind, but usually is the farthest from the truth in the minds of others. And…in the church it is supposed to be more about others than ourselves.
I saw a sign over the entrance to a bar one time that said please check firearms and attitudes at the door. I love that. Maybe we should hang that sign over the church door. But then I would have to leave my firearm outside and if you forget to check your attitude one day I would be left defenseless. But it would be nice to leave our attitudes at home when we come to be servants like Jesus. Jesus had a right to have an attitude. He was getting accused of wrong doing when in fact He was innocent. I may come close, but the rest of y'all are far from innocent. We are fortunate that God retired the old ways of just killing everyone who had a bad attitude. Church attendance would have dropped by several after my last meeting if He was still dong it that way. Why in some churches they would even have to find a new pastor every other week or so. But that is not how God chooses to deal with us. Instead He let Jesus take the death for us and then constantly reminds Himself that His death was in our place and therefore He shouldn't kill us, yet.
Listen, church people have it tough. We are supposed to be "good" and yet we are stuck in these bodies that scream out, "ME! ME! ME!" No not the singing, Mi Mi Mi. The "me" factor is what causes people who don't believe in God to think that they don't need to believe in a God that lets His people act like some of us do. So no matter how hard we try to be good, we screw up and act selfish and forget about checking our attitudes at the door. I think that we should check them at the door both coming and going.
The Apostle Paul said in one of his writings that he died daily to self so that he could live better for Christ. Most people don't even want to think about dying themselves and certainly don't want to live under someone else's guidelines, especially when they go against "what's in it for me". But that is exactly what being a Christian is supposed to be about. Giving up selfish desires and thinking about what is best for someone else. Far too often we fail, but that is what grace is for.
Attitudes are often a great indicator of what is in our hearts. If our hearts are full of me stuff then our attitudes are going to quickly become negative when someone asks us to do something for others. If our hearts are full of God stuff, then it is harder to have a bad attitude when we are asked to serve others. So, checking our attitudes often is important, especially if we are going to tell others that we are Christians and even more so if you are going to assume the role of a leader in a church. I may print a sign for this weekend to check the attitudes at the door. But maybe it should read, "attitude checks can not be mailed, they must be made in person".
Attitude Checks Can't Be Mailed
I am in the process of doing some organizing at our church, mainly with staff and volunteer leaders. This means meetings and reminders of what our vision is and what we are trying to achieve and, of course, attitude checks. Most of them are good attitudes, but from time to time, some attitudes get negative, including my own. Positive attitudes are vital to success and way to often we forget this. Sometimes we think that our negative attitudes are the most important in the room and, that may be so in your own mind, but usually is the farthest from the truth in the minds of others. And…in the church it is supposed to be more about others than ourselves.
Warm and Fuzzy
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
4 Love is patient. Love is kind. Love isn't jealous. It doesn't sing its own praises. It isn't arrogant.
5 It isn't rude. It doesn't think about itself. It isn't irritable. It doesn't keep track of wrongs.
6 It isn't happy when injustice is done, but it is happy with the truth.
7 Love never stops being patient, never stops believing, never stops hoping, never gives up. Love never ends.
I am officiating a big wedding this weekend which made me start thinking about love.There are a few famous verses from the Bible that are read at almost every wedding before the vows are taken. I love to read and re-read them as a reminder of what love really is. Unfortunately too many couples enter into a marriage as in love as they will ever be and from that day it is a hopeless journey toward a divorce. It is sad that half of all marriages end in divorce and that doesn't change among Christians. Maybe we don't understand true love.
Society tells us that we can date until we find the perfect man or woman. Today there are any number of websites that can scientifically match you up with the perfect mate. We shop for our mates like we shop cars and even trade them in just as frequently. I keep waiting for the "buy here-pay here" wedding chapel to pop up in a neighborhood near you. Why we could even sell extended warranties on your marriage, how cool would that be? Or instead of a purchase we could just lease and have a new spouse every few years! Sound dumb? Well we are already acting like taking our potential spouse for a "test ride" is okay, so why not go all out?
My belief is that we do not fall in love, we fall into lust. We get trapped into focusing on the physical part of the relationship and the only emotions that we pay attention to are the warm fuzzy feelings that we get while dating. And if all that goes well, we move in together as a trial run, and only if we don't fight too much, then do we even consider the marriage option. And then we decide to walk the aisle and tie the knot and we spend thousands of dollars for that special day all to have some guy in a suit ask you if you promise to take that person for whatever reasons, 'till death do you part. But, we don't have any idea what we just said and don't care when the sick, the poor, and the worse come along. All we want is the better, healthy, and rich.
I have been married for 31 years as of this July. I can tell you that I made mistakes before and after we were married, but I can also tell you that one day, we really got it. We realized that life was tough. (That required very little time and effort to figure out.) We realized that making it together was easier than making it alone. We realized that lust had turned to love because God was patient with us so we began to be patient. The love grew because we tried to be kind with patience. We stopped getting jealous because we were kind as we waited for each other to grow. We quit singing our own praises and started singing each others praises as we realized that we had nothing to be jealous about because of that kind person we had grown so patient with. We are still working on not being rude and selfish and irritable and stopped telling each other about the last time we did any of those wrong things because arrogance denies the needs of the other and keeps you from singing their praises and leads to jealousy which isn't kind or patient. We stopped being happy with winning the fight and started telling the truth more instead of quoting the wrongs and being rude, selfish and irritable. That helped us to sing each others praises more and led to less jealousy, more kindness and patience became easier. So we never stop being patient, we always believe that our marriage will never end because of hope, and we never give up no matter what life throws our way, because love never ends.
It isn't easy, but nothing easy is worth much anyway. We still have the lust for each other, but it is fueled by love and only focused on each other. Love never ends because it is alive and grows. Feelings come and go, but love is here to stay. Study the verses in the beginning and grow your love God's way and you will have plenty of time to be like us…Still, warm and fuzzy after all these years.


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