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Current Events / Community Policing
« on: August 13, 2018, 06:40:11 pm »
In college my minor was in justice, which was basically a minor in philosophy of ethics. It was pretty great :). I spent my 2 years defending the philosophy of "Community Policing." Surprisingly the Wikipedia page is great:

Common methods of community-policing include:

- Encouraging the community to help prevent crime by providing advice, giving talks at schools, encouraging neighborhood watch groups, and a variety of other techniques.

- Increased use of foot or cycle patrols.

- Increased officer accountability to the communities they are supposed to serve.

- Creating teams of officers to carry out community policing in designated neighborhoods.

- Clear communication between the police and the communities about their objectives and strategies.

- Partnerships with other organizations such as government agencies, community members, nonprofit service providers, private businesses and the media.

- Decentralizing the police authority, allowing more discretion amongst lower-ranking officers, and more initiative expected from them.

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Luciferianism / MOVED: Origin of Lucifer
« on: August 13, 2018, 05:36:05 pm »

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Announcements / Reddit AMA 8/15
« on: August 13, 2018, 04:26:23 pm »
I will be doing an AMA on the Left Hand Path, Setianism, and the Order of the Serpent on /r/religion on Wednesday 8/15. Feel free to come by to observe, ask, or even answer questions. If you want to answer just let me know (or remind me) your Reddit username and I'll tag you in the op.

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Just messing around with some Scholar (dark souls 2) based writing. I'm into fiction like Lovecraft writing wise so that's a big influence. Also tried to write in a way that it can be understood outside of Dark Souls, just a little more vague (which is what weird fiction does anyways). Let me know what you think!

The King sat solemnly upon his heavy throne, his graying hair and graven face hanging between his trembling hands, the last of his brother’s words echoing in his tortured mind:

“The Abyss… The Dark…”

“Fantasy,” the King assured himself, over and over again, “like the magical stories he spun when we were children.” Long had his brother’s eccentric behavior increasingly concerned the King, his eyes growing dark, “and with it, his Soul,” the King remarked to himself. He had always been a strange and unique man, taken to fanciful thought and abstract musings beyond the wildest of most dreams. Often their parents had been concerned at his brother’s dark humor and his taboo interests, but for the steadfast King nothing at the time could turn him against his loved ones. But this, this was too far, even for his elder brother: to suggest his Queen had descended from those malicious black gulfs which have existed since before time itself… His beautiful wife – a writhing creature born from the primordial horrors known only to the earliest of primeval Man. “What childish foolishness, jealousy or madness it must surely have been.” His brother’s already unstable mind had finally and fatefully become lost in the shadow of his monstrous experiments and studies.

The King sighed deeply with the weight of the eons upon his shoulders, the sigh of a strong and happy young man grown tired and dark with the crushing and endless waves of time. He could not deny his brother’s concern that his countenance appeared to grow darker every day, or that in older age, much of the spark that had defined the King’s personality was wholly faded. “Dark…” the word rang in the King’s mind yet again.

The decision to exile his elder brother had not come lightly, for the two shared a burden that bonded their very souls, one far surpassing that of typical brotherhood. They had built a kingdom side by side from the dirt, watched it grow and flourish throughout the ages along with its people, only for it to be ravaged by the barbaric Giants, and decimated by The Curse. It was the very love they shared for their kingdom, and that very bond, which had driven his brother to madness, desperately seeking to preserve what they had given their entire lives to build. But it was of no use, as it had never been of use to any of the Kingdoms which had come before.

The King’s thoughts paused, closing his eyes more tightly than before, trying to banish from inner sight all that he had come to see and know. After all, had his brother not been correct about all else? He had learned of the first Gods, of how they brought Flame to man and gave him life, had learned of the innumerable Nameless Kingdoms that previously stood where they had now built their own, and their own struggles against The Curse and the fading of the flame – it had all happened just as his brother had predicted. The Flame was fading, The Curse had come to man, and The Dark…

The damned Word, “may it and my elder brother be Cursed in their misery.” But then again, should he not himself be Cursed? It was he, after all, who descended upon the Giants and clasped them in chains, not his brother. It was he who peered into the essence of the soul and created life from it, not his bother. It was he who ordered the torture of their Giant prisoners to find a way to overcome The Curse, not his brother. And all at the behest of his dear Queen…

The King sighed once more, deeper than the first time, allowing the stale air of his throne room to fill his lungs. He glanced up briefly at the empty throne beside him, the throne of his beloved Queen, and shuddered for a moment though he knew not why. Or perhaps he knew exactly why, and for this reason he shuddered again.

The King rose to his feet, his long cape dusting the floor beneath him, footsteps echoing through the abandoned hall. The war raged outside, but no one was allowed to visit the castle these days, for since the exile of his brother, the King had not been in the mood for company. He had loved his people dearly, and tried to do anything and everything which he believed was right for them. Yet in the end it had become clear that he had failed them, each and every step of the way. His soldiers died bravely for him, honoring the King they believed him to be, while it had dawned upon him that their doom was no fault of anyone’s but his own. He slammed the door behind him as he strode through.

The King paused at the bottom of the grand stairway, as if his feet would not carry him to his love and their bed. He looked towards the upper landing, his conscious will striving to climb, but his body pulling against him as if it was aware of some hideous event his mind was yet to endure. His brother’s words had gotten to him, having always been one to spin reasonable arguments even out of utter madness. For was it not only at the instance of his darling Queen that he had descended upon the Giants, her warnings of their impeding violence against his people driving him to fear and rage? He had believed his land and his subjects to be in danger, and would do anything to quell that danger and spare them harm. But had the Giants been planning an invasion after all?

The King slowly began to ascend the stairway, his boots sounding off against the cold stone floor, bouncing between the towering pillars and stain-glass windows. The Giants had only attacked his land after the King had journeyed to theirs, and they only attacked seeking the comrades which the King had taken from them. It was the King who had brought the horror of war upon his own people – or perhaps, as his brother had suggested, it was the fault of the Queen. Was he simply trying to assuage his guilt by passing it onto his beloved, or was there more sense in the words of his elder brother than the King had originally believed?

The King entered his washroom and drew water from the bucket to run through his hair and across his face. As he peered into his mirror, the King hardly recognized the withering man before him. Wrinkled, greying, the glint in his own eyes long since faded. “What could have possibly caused such degradation?” the King quietly asked to his ghastly reflection. Yet even as the question was asked, the King came to realize he had already been given the answer. Once he had been a kind King, just and fair, ruling over a peaceful and prospering land. His people had not known war or hardship in all the centuries of his rule. Not until the arrival of his deeply adored Queen.

He turned on his heel towards the door, no sound following but the quiet wisp of his cape. As he entered the hall it was all becoming so clear in the King’s mind. “It was she who had me seeking the Giants, warning me of an impending invasion. It was she who encouraged me to look into the nature of the soul. It was she who had me build this castle above that ancient and eldritch throne. And it was only after her arrival that my kingdom began to notice the fading of the flame.” The King stood still, leaning against the wall of the desolate corridor, staring at the ground beneath his feet. “Could I possibly have been so foolish?”

The King’s mind once more returned to that accursed final conversation with his brother: “The Abyss… The Dark…” The King felt It in his soul. He could see Its outline throughout his life as if It were stalking him, taunting him quietly from the shadows, guiding him on the path to utter ruin. The King drew another deep breath, “perhaps I am more fit to be a jester…” It was quickly becoming clear, but as fast as his intuition came on it vanished again as he came upon a portrait of the Queen. A stunning beauty, flowing blonde hair, her long white gown and shining tiara, a stone-neutral look on her face as she stared out far beyond the painter and his canvas. She was his great love, their souls entwining throughout space and time, as if she had been with him all of his life…

Now he was thinking in circles, caught up in the paranoia of his disowned brother. The King continued on once again leaving the portrait as the only sign of life in the empty hall. There was no stopping the thought, no escaping it any further. For a moment, the King found himself faced with a very real and terrifying question: what if his elder brother was correct? Surely if the Queen was a beast of the Abyss then the game was already lost. She had access to it all: the research of his brother’s mansion, access to True Throne beneath the castle, and the King’s own soul whenever she was ready to claim it. He paused in the hall once more, peering out the window at the ruins of his once great land. His armor, sword, and crown felt as if they were weighing him down, dragging him beneath the castle to be crushed by the pitch black stone.

“The Dark…” could it really be that obvious to all but him?

The King turned from the window and entered into his chamber. His exalted Queen was already asleep, eyes moving in dream, the same stone look as the portrait in the hall. It slowly dawned upon the weakened King that, blinded by his eternal love, he had never peered into the soul of his Queen. He knew well the mysteries of the cosmos, the true nature of mankind and the lies of the Old Gods. And yet never once had he stared into that most beloved soul. The King hesitated, his breath trembling, his legs weakened, his very soul shuddering as if eclipsed by shadow. Such a simple task for him, and yet the most difficult and daring of his life. What would he see when he peered into the flame within? Taking one final breath, the King lay a hand upon his cherished Queen. But what the King saw was not the light of flame, not even shadow cast by the dullest ember. What the King witnessed was pure, chaotic, limitless darkness, filled with the subtle wriggling and screeching of eternal nightmares, void of all light and desperately reaching out for his soul.

The King withdrew his hand. He did not recoil, he did not panic. The King had failed his people, led them to wrack and ruin by way of his own blindness. He had lost the last true support of his life in favor of an abysmal monster, but it was not regret or anger he felt. Instead what the noble King saw was one final chance to help his people, and it was clear to him what he must do.

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- X is racist, unless my group does it!

- X is hateful, unless my group does it!

- X is distasteful, unless my group does it!

- X is morally wrong, unless my group does it!

- X should be outlawed, unless my group does it!

- X group should have freedom to be who they are, unless they aren't in my group!

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Setianism / Quotes of psychologist Viktor Frankl
« on: July 26, 2018, 07:22:11 pm »
"Freedom is in danger of degenerating into mere arbitrariness unless it is lived in terms of responsibleness. That is why I recommend that the Statue of Liberty on the East Coast be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the West Coast."

"A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the 'why' for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any 'how.'"

"For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment."

"Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone's task is unique as his specific opportunity to implement it."

"Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human."

"Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom."

"Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true."

"Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible."

"It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life—daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual."

"Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose."

"To draw an analogy: a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of a gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the "size" of human suffering is absolutely relative."

"Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance."

"But today’s society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy and, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual’s value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler’s program, that is to say, ‘mercy’ killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer. Confounding the dignity of man with mere usefulness arises from conceptual confusion that in turn may be traced back to the contemporary nihilism transmitted on many an academic campus and many an analytical couch."

"Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every human being has the freedom to change at any instant"

"A human being is not one thing among others; things determine each other, but man is ultimately self-determining. What he becomes - within the limits of endowment and environment- he has made out of himself. In the concentration camps, for example, in this living laboratory and on this testing ground, we watched and witnessed some of our comrades behave like swine while others behaved like saints. Man has both potentialities within himself; which one is actualized depends on decisions but not on conditions."

"What is demanded of man is not, as some existential philosophers teach, to endure the meaninglessness of life, but rather to bear his incapacity to grasp its unconditional meaningfulness in rational terms."

"Man's concern, even his despair, over the worthwhileness of life is an existential distress but by no means a mental disease."

"What man actually needs is not a tensionless state but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of him. What he needs is not the discharge of tension at any cost, but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by him."

"To suffer unecessarily is masochistic rather than heroic."

"At the beginning of human history, man lost some of the basic animal instincts in which an animal's behavior is embedded and by which it is secured. Such security, like paradise, is closed to man forever; man has to make choices."


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"Pragmatism, school of philosophy, dominant in the United States in the first quarter of the 20th century, based on the principle that the usefulness, workability, and practicality of ideas, policies, and proposals are the criteria of their merit. It stresses the priority of action over doctrine, of experience over fixed principles, and it holds that ideas borrow their meanings from their consequences and their truths from their verification. Thus, ideas are essentially instruments and plans of action."

https://www.britannica.com/topic/pragmatism-philosophy

In otherwards, what works for the individual has merit, irrelevant of the truth of the thing. This is what chaos magic boils down to, though without going as far as postmodernism (or that truth is entirely relative). So if you know objectively the sun is just a star, but practically you find benefit in deifying it as Ra, you should deify it as Ra while acknowledging it isn't Ra.

This seems key to the LHP. In the RHP the written "truth" is all that matters. If you believe in Christ but like the symbolism of satanic rituals, the church is just going to kick you out.

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Entertainment / Memes
« on: July 23, 2018, 03:54:11 pm »
I admit it, I like memes and the other stuff you'd see on like a Facebook page. I've created this thread in case anyone shares my enjoyment and has fun memes to share. For instance my friend sent me this one today:


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Movies / Aquaman Trailer, the DCEU lives!
« on: July 21, 2018, 08:14:24 pm »

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Other Religions / Thought experiment
« on: July 21, 2018, 05:08:33 pm »
There is a serial torturer and killer on the loose and police know who he is and where he is. They've found a list of who he plans to attack next, and you're on it. Instead of arresting the criminal, police come to you and tell you that you'll have to give them things and praise them publically or they'll stop protecting you and let the killer after you. So long as you give them things and praise them you are safe, but the second you stop it will be torture and death.

Is this police force a moral and ethical organization? Would you want them to be in charge of your city or state? Would you support this police force?

Now go back and re-read Genesis :)

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Don't let left or right, church or state, friend or foe, god or demon tell you different.

#Xeper

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Journals / I'll be around
« on: July 16, 2018, 06:02:51 pm »
As some of you know I am more or less leaving g the LHP, at least for now. It's not that the LHP is false or bad, actually the opposite. I'm utterly convinced some form of LHP metaphysics best describes reality. I just don't fit the path. I don't achieve, I don't succeed. Where other get prestigious jobs I don't even hear back from minumum wage jobs. I cannot manage my pain and anxiety like a successful student of the LHP. I can't keep to commitments like my book or writings articles, and they aren't exactly worth it anyways

Do I see this as a failure of the O.S.? Absolutely not. We look for a certain standard of individual and I no longer meet that standard, simple as that. The RHP is there for the meek, the sick, the weak, those who cannot manage their being and need external salvation of sorts. That seems to be where I am at, something it's taken long to make peace with (not that I've made peace yet!).

Will I be back on the LHP? Maybe. Hell maybe I'll be back tomorrow, who knows. Sometimes even short breaks/experiments work for me. I'll probably pop in now and then because I have an extensive academic knowledge of the LHP. But if I'm going to support the LHP and what it stands for, I can't myself participate when I'm the antithesis of what is LHP. If nothing else I need to get back to that point before I walk the path once again. Time will tell if I'm back again tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, or if ever.

Best wishes.

EDIT: Thank you for all the support, it's already made me realize what I need is a sabbatical and not to abandon the path I've worked so hard on.

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Gaming / Dark Souls trilogy timeline
« on: July 15, 2018, 05:53:46 pm »
DARK SOULS - AGE OF FIRE

- Age of ancients

- First flame

- Birth of Gwyn, Nito, Witch of Izalith

- Manus takes the Dark Soul

- Dragon war

- Nameless king leaves and founds Faraam

- Dragons defeated

- Manus spreads Dark Soul

- Manus dies and is buried

- Nito goes to catacombs

- Way of White Founded

- Witches found Izalith

- Pyromancy created

- Seethe becomes Duke

- Sorcery created

- Sens Fortress constructed

-  Burgs and depths constructed

- Pinwheel invades catacombs

- Occult conspiracy against the gods planned

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- Birth of Chaos and demons

- Occult conspiracy discovered

- Painted world created

- Velka and her people locked in painted world

- Havel imprisoned

- Seathe impregnates Gwynevere with Pricilla

- Seathe transforms maidens into Pisaca

- Demon civilization forms and spreads

- Demon War

- Gwyns Knight's retreat and seal Izalith

- Pricilla born to gwynevere and seathe

- Pricilla locked away in painted world

- Gwynevere leaves and founds Heide

- Gwyn splits soul

- First Sin - Gwyn Kindles the flame

- Undead curse begins

- Rite of kindling pilgrimage beings

- Blighttown becomes poisoned by the chaos

- Daughters of Chaos move to help blighttown

- Oolacile awakes Manus

- Manus humanity goes rampant

- Oolacile falls to Dark

- Artorias falls to the abyss

- Chosen Undead slays Artorias and Manus

- Soul of Manus shatters to pieces

- Birth of Nashandra, Nadalia, Elana, and Alsanna

- New Londo falls to the Dark

- New Londo is flooded

- Framp allies with Gwyndolin

- Myth of the chosen undead begins

- Dark Souls 1

- The chosen undead retrieves the lordvessel

- the CU kills the Lords

- CU kills Artorias and Manus

- Flame is rekindled

DARK SOULS - THE FIRE FADES

- The linking of fire continues

- Carthus founded

- The abyss continues to spread randomly

- Londor founded by Kaathe

- Abyss watchers founded

- Wolnir creates proto-anti-hollowing crown

- Wolnir and carthus fall to Dark.

- Abyss watchers defeat Wolnir

- Abyss watchers link fire

- Yhorm, descendant of Wolnir, becomes King

- Yhorm links the fire

- Pontiff Sullivan born in the painted world

- Aldrich founds the cathedral of the deep

- Aldrich begins consuming people

- Aldrich uses an orphanage for young victims including Anri and Horace

- Aldrich forced to link the fire

- Corlund founded

- Painted world spreads creating Irithyll

- Children of Dark leave Anor Londo

- Corlund falls to Dark

- Gundyr arrives to corlund late

- He and Ludleth create alternative firelink Shrine

- Ludluth links the fire

- King Ocerious of Corlund finds Grand Archives

- King Ocerious founds Drakeblood Knights

- King Ocerious mixes dragon blood with his

- Gwynevere kidnapped by Oceirous from Heide

- Ocerious forces Gwynevere to have several children

- Lorian, Lotheric, and Ocellote born

- Lothric founded

- Ocerious goes mad

- Sullivan sends his knights to Lothric

- Sullivan cuts out Gwyneveres tounge

- Sullivan imprisons Gywnevere

- Gwynevere becomes Rosaria

- Sullivan convinces Lothric not to light flame

- Sullivan and Lothric discover how to become Angels

- Lothric civil war

- Pilgrims of Londor hear of Angel discovery

- Lords awake and abandon their thrones

- Pilgrims of Londor travel to Lothric

- Aldrich goes to Anor Londo / Irithyll

- Sullivan feeds Pricilla, Nito, and Gwyndolin to Aldrich

- The abyss watchers fall to Dark

- Yhorm returns to the capital

- Dark Souls 3

- The flame is put to rest, but the firekeeper sees future flames dancing in the distance.

DARK SOULS - SCHOLAR OF THE FIRST SIN

- The fires Sparks and a brand new world is created

- Lordran slowly becomes land of Giants

- Far from Lordran innumerous new kingdoms rise and fall

- Olaphis arises and rediscovers sorcery

- The fire fades and the undead curse begins

- The lost Bastille is built to lock away the undead

- Sorcerer Straid is petrified and locked away

- Olaphis falls to Dark

- Flame sparks

- Numerous kingdoms rise and fall

- Flame reignites numerous times

- The Sunken city is built around a sleeping dragon

- Nadalia finds the Sunken King

- Nadalia poisons the dragon

- The last of the Drakeblood Knights of Ocerious attack the kingdom

- The Sunken King is killed

- The dragon awakes / land is destroyed

- Nadalia sings the dragon to sleep

- Elyum Loyce founded

- Aslanna goes to Eleyum Lloyce

- Ivory Kings learns truth if Aslanna

- Undead curse begins

- Elyum Loyce discovers Old Chaos

- Ivory Kings sacrifices self to Chaos

- Aslanna freezes Eleyum Lloyce in time

- Iron Kingdom founded

- Alonne arrives in Iron kingdom

- Iron scepter discovered

- Iron Kings builds castle

- Undead curse begins

- Iron Kings hunts undead

- Alonne leaves / is killed

- Iron king builds Smelter Demon

- Smelter demon kills king

- Iron Kingdom sinks

- Nadalia goes to Iron Kingdom and becomes Ash

- Alken and Venn founded

- Mytha falls for prince of Alken

- Covetous Demon falls for mytha

- Prince of Alken secretly marries princess of Venn (siblings)

- Princess attempts to light flame

- Princess locked away, becomes lost sinner

- Venn falls

- Alken falls, prince of Alken lights first flame

- Drangleic founded by Vendrick and Aldia, a small kind --kingdom with a kind king.

- Nashandra travels to Drangleic

- Nashandra convinces vendrick to travel to Lordran/Lothric

- Vendrick steals yhorms throne from Lordran/Lothric

- Vendrick steals lordvessel from Lordran/Lothric

- Vendrick steals knowledge from the archives

- Vendrick returns to Drangleic

- Giants hollow

- Hollow Yhorm awakes as giant Lord

- Vendrick destroys lordvessel

- 4 old souls posses the land

- Vendrick builds Drangleic Castle

- War with the Giants

- Soul of Seathe posses Tseldoras spider

- Spider plague consumes Tseldora

- Soul of Nito creates Rotten

- Soul of Witch fuses to lost sinner for the same sin

- The fire fades

- Undead curse begins

- Aldia begins tests on giants

- Vendrick almost links Flame

- Aldia studies the secrets of Lordran/Lothric

- Aldia discovers the magic of the pigrims

- Aldia learns about gwyn and the flame

- Aldia creates Dragon

- Aldia creates Shanollate

- Aldia uses first flame and tree magic to becomes scholar

- Raime leaves in disgust and finds Nadalia in Iron Kingdom

- Vendrick learns who Nashandra is

- Vendrick locks himself away

- World falls to Dark

- Shanollate keeps Drangleic alive in her memories

- Shanollate goes to Lordran for those who seeing the Flame

- BotC journies to Drangleic from old firelink Shrine

- Dark Souls 2

- Fire linked with crowns, curse is permanently ended

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Lounge / New Necklace
« on: July 09, 2018, 05:44:20 pm »
I got this necklace finally after like months of fighting the seller to get it here. I was not happy at first to say the least, the quality is pretty bad. But then it kind of grew on me. No compliments to the maker, it just looks like something a primitive predynastic Egyptian in Nubt made before being dug out of the sand last year.




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