Passage of Perseverance - " Losses and Flawless Rewards are disabled on this passage. Players can continue to gain standard 'Wins' until 7 are reached to obtain standard Trials rewards. This card can only be redeemed once per week, per character."
What do you guys think? I think it would be a decent middle-ground, easy to implement fix before I ever expect them to fix their matchmaking so that players can get something out of it. Would probably result in a lot more token redemptions / players each week as well.
Edit: Wow. This really took off after I turned in! Thanks for the awards and doots all! I really hope Bungie sees this too!
Just noticed this in the scene where Cat is begging Renly not to fight Stannis:
““Let the three of you call for a Great Council, such as the realm has not seen for a hundred years. We will send to Winterfell, so Bran may tell his tale and all men may know the Lannisters for the true usurpers. Let the assembled lords of the Seven Kingdoms choose who shall rule them.”
Sounds so similar to the show ending— that cringeworthy council meeting scene where Bran is chosen as king because he has a story to tell...
Don’t know if this little passage was significant when GRRM wrote it but it was cool to notice it in retrospect.
It is often said that one strength visual media has over books are epic scenes. Utilizing grand visuals, powerful music, strong acting and clever editing, movies and shows are easily able to produce chills/frissons in us and cause heightened emotional engagement. Game of Thrones the show was perhaps the poster boy for this in the TV realm. And speaking of Thrones, ASOIAF the book series has no shortage of chill inducing scenes as well. I haven't encountered such experiences while reading any other book more than asoiaf. My favorite one across the 5 books which never fails to cause excitement is this one from Jon XIII AWDW:
“The Night’s Watch takes no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms,” Jon reminded them when some semblance of quiet had returned. “It is not for us to oppose the Bastard of Bolton, to avenge Stannis Baratheon, to defend his widow and his daughter. This 'creature' who makes cloaks from the skins of women has sworn to cut my heart out, and I mean to make him answer for those words … but I will not ask my brothers to forswear their vows.
“The Night’s Watch will make for Hardhome. I ride to Winterfell alone, unless …” Jon paused. “… is there any man here who will come stand with me?”
The roar was all he could have hoped for, the tumult so loud that the two old shields tumbled from the walls. Soren Shieldbreaker was on his feet, the Wanderer as well. Toregg the Tall, Brogg, Harle the Huntsman and Harle the Handsome both, Ygon Oldfather, Blind Doss, even the Great Walrus.
'I have my swords,' thought Jon Snow, 'and we are coming for you, Bastard.'
What a scene!
What are some chill inducing scenes from asoiaf you like?
This passage gave me great understanding and relief. I hope it helps someone else.
50.7 Questioner: Thank you. Can you expand on the concept which is this: that it is necessary for an entity to, during incarnation in the physical as we call it, become polarized or interact properly with other entities and why this isn’t possible in between incarnations when he is aware of what he wants to do, but why must he come into an incarnation and lose memory, conscious memory of what he wants to do and then act in a way that he hopes to act? Could you expand on that please?
Ra: I am Ra. Let us give the example of the man who sees all the poker hands. He then knows the game. It is but child’s play to gamble, for it is no risk. The other hands are known. The possibilities are known and the hand will be played correctly but with no interest.
In time/space and in the true-color green density, the hands of all are open to the eye. The thoughts, the feelings, the troubles, all these may be seen. There is no deception and no desire for deception. Thus much may be accomplished in harmony but the mind/body/spirit gains little polarity from this interaction.
Let us re-examine this metaphor and multiply it into the longest poker game you can imagine, a lifetime. The cards are love, dislike, limitation, unhappiness, pleasure, etc. They are dealt and re-dealt and re-dealt continuously. You may, during this incarnation begin — and we stress begin — to know your own cards. You may begin to find the love within you. You may begin to balance your pleasure, your limitations, etc. However, your only indication of other-selves’ cards is to look into the eyes.
You cannot remember your hand, their hands, perhaps even the rules of this game. This game can only be won by those who lose their cards in the melting influence of love; can only be won by those who lay their pleasures, their limitations, their all upon the table face up and say inwardly: “All, all of you players, each other-self, whatever your hand, I love you.” This is the game: to know, to accept, to forgive, to balance, and to open the self in love. This cannot be done without the forgetting, for it would carry no weight in the life of the mind/body/spirit beingness totality.
I mean, of course there are dozens of moments I have loved leading up to this. But here I am, 183 pages into Towers of Midnight, in the chapter called “An Unexpected Letter.” Various characters are finally progressing their arcs again. Now one of our main boys sends a letter to one of our main girls, addressed to “Your Royal Bloody Pain in my Back,” and every sentence of that letter has me crying with delight, on multiple levels. All the way up to apologizing for his poor penmanship in the p.p.s. “...[person] is laffing so hard at me that I want to be done.”
I’m on my first read-through and don’t want to accidentally spoil anything for myself or anyone else, but I just needed to share this moment of levity with people who know. What a great buildup to such a great bit of literature.
Back to my rainy Sunday reading.
Edit: oh no, I turned the page and it wasn’t even over yet. The letter that keeps on giving!
I have no writing experience. I am incredibly self conscious about writing and I just want to take small steps at a time when presenting anything I've written to people so I apologise if this is too short to really attack, but please be as brutally honest as you can. I just want to know what obvious mistakes I'm making and how much work I've got to do to get anywhere near to okay. Thanks in advance.
There was a misty haze in the enchanter's cellar. He was hunched over his desk, closely examining a small stone block with a narrow gap down the middle, surrounded by an assortment of complicated looking instruments. His mask was made of an ornately carved pearlescent metal, and in the eyes of the mask were two thick green glass lenses. He whispered while he worked and the words were emitted from the mask's mouthpiece as a smoke like that of a gently blown out candle. The smoke was glowing and shimmering as he promptly caught it within a pair of long copper tweezers and manipulated it like a cobweb around the stone. He continued to whisper and the long silky strand suddenly formed oily looking drops along it. His hands worked deftly as he rotated the item to collect all of the shiny liquid that was instantly absorbed into its surface. The last of the strand was wrapped around it and he spent a good while inspecting it closely, occasionally whispering little puffs of smoke at it while it was near the mouth of his mask. Where the stone was dull before, it now had a glossy sheen and he dusted it very diligently with a little fox hair brush, before continuing to whisper little puffs of smoke across the stone's surface.
"Perfect." He said quietly, admiring it one last time before he carelessly threw the stone across the cellar onto a pile in a basket of identical glossy stones. The enchanter sighed as he stretched while removing the mask. There were red marks on his olive skinned forehead and he felt relieved to be free of the mask. Scratching his messy, blond hair, he stood from his stool and brought the mask to a cabinet mounted on the wall and carefully placed it on its hook. He closed and locked the cabinet doors as the door to the cellar was lifted open from above.
"Finished yet, Sten?" called down a tentative voice
"No, I'm done for today, I'll do the rest tomorrow." replied the enchanter, as he brought a dusty wine bottle out from under the bench he was previously working at. He uncorked it and took three deep gulps.
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This book teeters on horror the same way novels like The Stand does. I see it mentioned here very infrequently and wanted to put it out there for people looking for a new novel. It's a phenomenal book with some pretty spooky tension filled scenes. Without spoiling too much, here's a quick synopsis.
It starts off in your standard apocalyptic way; a virus escapes and everything is forever changed. The beginning covers how it broke loose from the facility. Then, this is where it changes things up: The book immediately jumps forward 93 years later to a post-virus ravaged world where survivors have set up camps with walls and fortresses to keep "them" out. Think of it as the movie "The Village" where people literally live their whole lives within this mini society scared of what lurks beyond the walls. The problem is, they're running out of resources to keep the camps and fortified walls functioning, along with a growing desire to see what lies beyond.
The book was never promoted as horror possibly because horror doesn't sell as well as mainstream novels, but make no mistake. There are some pretty scary scenes in this book. I really, really enjoyed it and wanted to recommend it to this community since it touches down on so many topics many enjoy from apocalyptic scenes, viruses, vampire monsters, and the adventure story akin to The Stand. Hope someone sees this and enjoys a great read!
I'm building a religious character and would like to use actual biblical passages when casting a spells. Can you guys help me with some ideas?
For now all I have is: "A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand. But it shall not come near you" Probably for armor of agathys, or another one with a defensive side to it.
I swear this has happened to me in every campaign I run. In my current Star Wars 5e game, I had a sith assassin npc who was the bbeg's apprentice. Decent mini boss, decent story around him, spent some time creating him. Gave him the name Boshee (inspired from Sunil Bakshe from agents of shield) but the only name the party would call him is Banshee. It was funny, but it just made me think how often this happens in every campaign. What are your npc names that get intentionally butchered?