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The Canterville Ghost
By: Oscar Wilde
Narrated by: Walter Covell
Categories: Classics, British Literature
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By: Henry James
Narrated by: Emma Thompson, Richard Armitage - introduction
Academy Award, Golden Globe, and Emmy winner Emma Thompson lends her immense talent and experienced voice to Henry James' Gothic ghost tale, The Turn of the Screw. When a governess is hired to care for two children at a British country estate, she begins to sense an otherworldly presence around the grounds. Are they really ghosts she's seeing? Or is something far more sinister at work?
A Strange Little Novel
By Maxwell Justus Mitchell on 29-09-18
Narrated by: Stephen Fry
The Picture of Dorian Gray is the story of a man who sells his soul to the devil in exchange for eternal youth. As Basil Hallward, an aspiring artist, puts a few touches on a portrait of his handsome young friend Dorian Gray, Gray wishes that the portrait might grow old while he remains forever young. While Dorian Gray spends his life pursuing fresh experiences and new sensations, his looks do not change. However, the portrait, secretly hidden in the attic of his residence and with which he has grown increasingly obsessed, does.
Abridged version!!
By Elle on 08-01-19
The Very First Damned Thing
An Author-Read Audio Exclusive
By: Jodi Taylor
Narrated by: Jodi Taylor
Jodi Taylor reads the long-awaited prequel in her Chronicles of St Mary's series, as Dr Bairstow struggles to set up St Mary's as we know it in a world still scarred by the ravages of civil war. Ever wondered how it all began? It's two years since the final victory at the Battersea Barricades. The fighting might be finished, but for Dr Bairstow, just now setting up St Mary's, the struggle is only beginning. How will he assemble his team? From where will his funding come?
An intro....not much more
By Robyn on 29-11-16
By: Charles Dickens
Narrated by: Richard Armitage
Between his work on the 2014 Audible Audiobook of the Year, Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: A Novel, and his performance of Classic Love Poems, narrator Richard Armitage ( The Hobbit, Hannibal) has quickly become a listener favorite. Now, in this defining performance of Charles Dickens' classic David Copperfield, Armitage lends his unique voice and interpretation, truly inhabiting each character and bringing real energy to the life of one of Dickens' most famous characters.
Brought me back to Dickens
By JD on 21-02-16
Weekend at Thrackley
By: Alan Melville
Narrated by: Gordon Griffin
Jim Henderson is one of six guests summoned by the mysterious Edwin Carson, a collector of precious stones, to a weekend party at his country house, Thrackley. The house is gloomy and forbidding, but the party is warm and hospitable except for the presence of Jacobson, the sinister butler. The other guests are wealthy people draped in jewels; Jim cannot imagine why he belongs in such company. After a weekend of adventure with attempted robbery and a vanishing guest, secrets come to light, and Jim unravels a mystery from his past.
By Charlotte Brown on 28-01-19
The Crown Tower
The Riyria Chronicles, Book 1
By: Michael J. Sullivan
Narrated by: Tim Gerard Reynolds
Michael J. Sullivan garnered critical raves and a massive readership for his Riyria Revelations series. The first book in his highly anticipated Riyria Chronicles series of prequels, The Crown Tower brings together warrior Hadrian Blackwater with thieving assassin Royce Melborn. The two form a less-than-friendly pairing, but the quest before them has a rare prize indeed, and if they can breach the supposedly impregnable walls of the Crown Tower, their names will be legend.
I'm too old to enjoy this, but I did...
By Chris Payne on 27-01-19
Listeners will begin to smile at the first sound of Walter Covell's delicious English accent. "The Canterville Ghost" is perhaps Oscar Wilde's most famous story, employing his knife-sharp wit, his keen observations, and his cunning commentary on society. Covell's performance holds its own with the best renditions of this story, including operas, plays, and films. His timing is perfect, and his portrayal of character is dynamic and reflective of the stories' imperious humor.
Many consider "The Canterville Ghost" the most famous ghost story of all time. It is a parody featuring a dramatic spirit named Sir Simon and an American ambassador named Mr. Hiram B. Otis. Mr. Otis travels to England with his family and moves into a haunted castle. Lord Canterville, the previous owner of the castle, warns Mr. Otis that the ghost of Sir Simon de Canterville has haunted the castle ever since he killed his wife, Eleonore, centuries ago. But Mr. Otis dismisses the ghost story as bunk and disregards Lord Canterville's warnings.
Over the years, there have been many adaptations of this story for movies, TV and even for the Opera.
Public Domain (P)1980 Jimcin Recordings
"[A] classic of Wildean wit and Victorian sentimentality...a delight." ( Booklist)
The Oscar Wilde BBC Radio Drama Collection
The Vicar of Wakefield
The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
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loved the 1940's movie with sir Charles Laughton and the remake and very much loved the book a charming story
Best left in the attic
This book wasn't for you, but who do you think might enjoy it more?
People who really, really enjoy 1930's black and white comedy films.
What was most disappointing about Oscar Wilde's story?
It just wasn't funny.
Would you be willing to try another one of Walter Covell's performances?
If you could play editor, what scene or scenes would you have cut from The Canterville Ghost?
I'm just not that old.


The two day training on mediation will be provided by Scottish Mediation Network. The training programme cost £1600, which was funded by the Edinburgh Napier Law Clinic's grant from Safe Deposit Scotland. The training will include talks and interactive sessions.
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require 'spec_helper'

describe CultomePlayer::Plugins::Gestures do
	let(:t){ TestClass.new }

  describe 'looking for something gesture' do
    before :each do
      4.times do
        t.send(:check_gesture, CultomePlayer::Objects::Command.new({value: 'next'}, []))
      end

      Artist.create!(id: 1, name: "Rspec Star", points: 5)
      Album.create!(id: 1, name: "Rspec Album", points: 5)
      Song.create!(id: 1, name: "RSpec Blues", artist_id: 1, album_id: 1, year: 2014, track: 1, duration: 120, drive_id: 1, relative_path: "/home/user/music", points: 5, plays: 5)
    end

    it 'detect gesture' do
      expect(t).to receive(:suggest_songs).exactly(1).times
      t.send(:check_gesture, CultomePlayer::Objects::Command.new({value: 'next'}, []))
    end

    it 'reset history after gesture' do
      expect(t).to receive(:suggest_songs).exactly(2).times
      9.times do
        t.send(:check_gesture, CultomePlayer::Objects::Command.new({value: 'next'}, []))
      end
    end

    it 'always returns a song list' do
      with_connection do

        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(1)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(2)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(3)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(4)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(5)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(6)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(7)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(8)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(9)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
        allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(10)
        check_all_songs(t.send(:get_suggestions))
      end
    end

    it 'change the focus playlist' do
      allow(t).to receive(:select_suggestion).and_return(10)
      expect{ t.send(:check_gesture, CultomePlayer::Objects::Command.new({value: 'next'}, [])) }.to change{ t.playlists[:focus].songs }
    end

  end

  def check_all_songs(list)
    expect(list).to respond_to :each
    expect(list).not_to be_empty
    list.each{|s| expect(s).to be_instance_of Song }
  end
end

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Honeycomb Glacier (Antarctica), a glacier in Antarctica
Honeycomb Glacier (Washington), a glacier in Washington, USA

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"Tonight, the president highlighted a number of serious challenges facing our country and reminded us of our nation's powerful history. It is now time for President Trump and leaders of both parties in Congress to come together and make progress on the issues Americans care about, starting with securing our border and ensuring that we never have another government shutdown like the one that recently ended.
"We've seen record economic growth over the last two years, and in Georgia alone, more than 100,000 jobs have been created since we passed a sweeping overhaul of our tax code. I urge the president to work closely with Congress to ensure that our trade policies truly put American workers and consumers first and to avoid overly broad tariffs that could threaten this progress. Our trade policies should address the serious issues that undermine the free-market economy that has made the United States and many parts of the world more prosperous. I also commend the president for his focus on the importance of making health care costs more affordable and transparent.
"Under President Trump's leadership, we have boosted our military's strength numbers and our service members are receiving record pay. We've made great strides in the fight against terror. As long as al Qaeda and ISIS continue to pose a threat to the United States, we must continue to do all we can to contain and eliminate them.
"We have enacted major, bipartisan reforms over the last two years to improve U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs health care, services and benefits for our veterans. I will continue working with the Trump administration and my fellow Congressional leaders to make sure we are providing the best possible care and support to our nation's veterans.
"The president talked tonight about rebuilding our nation by passing an infrastructure package. I support this goal and am committed to ensuring the Savannah Harbor Expansion Project remains a national priority, because America's jobs and economy depend upon its success as well.
"Tonight, President Trump laid out a very powerful vision for our country that continues to build on the successes of the last two years. Many Americans are seeing increased paychecks, more opportunities, and brighter futures for their families. The economy is growing at twice the rate it did under President Obama, and more than 5.3 million new jobs have been created. Total unemployment is the lowest in 50 years, while African American, Hispanic, and Asian American unemployment is the lowest ever.
"While much work has been accomplished, we still need bipartisan solutions to address the rising costs of health care, fix our broken immigration system, rebuild and modernize our infrastructure, and negotiate fair trade deals with our partners around the world.
need to work things out and stand with the President they do not always manage to do that.


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How Reiki WorksTess2017-01-02T16:31:31-07:00
Focusing on the energy that connects all of us, humans and animals can work together to heal one another on a deep level that helps heal the planet.
—Susan B. Eirich, founder of Earthfire Institute
The Short Answer
Reiki expands and energizes the capacity for healing. Simply put, Reiki catalyzes the body's energy so that it may come to optimal balance for optimal healing and optimal ongoing health.
Healing can be more thorough and more rapid with Reiki. In this way, Reiki effectively complements both conventional and alternative therapies.
Reiki is just as effective over distance, or more so, as it is in person. This is due to the property of quantum entanglement of energy.
Weak life source energy invites illness. A most-direct way to heal is by accessing illness at the energy level. Reiki works by healing being communicated over interconnected energy pathways on a fundamental level—from neuron to neuron, cell to cell. Natural pathways of life source energy surround, encompass, and connect all things. For this reason, healing energy can be communicated over distance.
Life source energy is always in motion, even in more stagnant areas. This energy heals as it flows and the greater the flow the more enhanced the healing. This flow heals by restoring ultimate balance of energy to overall health at its most fundamental levels—cellular and energetic.
The body's focus is on survival. Reiki life source energy will always flow naturally to the root of the problem—whether that problem is accurately known or not—just as water flows naturally to its level place. When freed to do so, energy naturally repositions into a state of optimal balance.
The key energy centers at play in Reiki.
Reiki is in no way a process involving manipulation or control, but one of letting go and facilitating the recipient's own natural ability to heal. The Reiki practitioner uses meditation techniques with clear and focused intent to align with and activate the inherent life source energy of the recipient. Once aligned with a recipient's energy flow, the practitioner can facilitate a clear and energized conduit for that flow to release from stagnation and reposition toward its own unique balance of optimal health.
Life source energy flows in response to need, not want. It may affect things not expected or specifically requested in order for the whole body to be most well. By nature, there are no circumstances or conditions possible for Reiki to do harm. Reiki—life source energy—can only flow toward highest optimal balance, highest good.
Non-human animals have an instinctive awareness of their ability to heal from within. For humans, once awareness is placed on the healing ability of one's own body, that ability is strengthened. Truly amazing healing has been reported, when life source energy is allowed to come to balance.

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Skanks will be coming to VOD on July 22nd! One week from today you can watch those Skanks in the privacy of your own home. Look for Skanks on iTunes, Amazon, Vudu, Playstation, Xbox, and local cable providers! And please tell everyone you know!
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PAATAL LOK: To watch or not, is not a question
Darkness and Beyond
Amazon's new original series Paatal Lok, created by Sudip Sharma is about a middle-aged Delhi cop, Haathi Ram Choudhary (Jaideep Ahlawat) caught in the middle of an endless investigation about an assassination attempt on high profile journalist Sanjeev Mehra (Neeraj Kabi). In his messy quest, Haathi Ram is aided by his trusted associate & junior, Imran Ansari (Ishwak Singh). Four suspects have been arrested at the very beginning, with a conspiracy to the murder charge. Chief among them is Vishal, aka Hathoda Tyagi, named so after his notorious murder weapon – a hammer. The nine-part series moves across the geographies of Delhi, Chitrakoot & Punjab as both these cops sink their teeth into the case and backtrack each suspect's story. Each episode asks more questions than answers and smartly always ends with a cliffhanger that makes you want to binge the series.
The show gives a backstory to the lead cast – Haathi Ram, not satisfied with how life turned out for him to have daddy issues. And the same seems to be reflecting upon his relationship with his son. In a telling scene, Haathi Ram's wife Renu (Gul Panag, after what seems like a lifetime) tells him his father vented his frustration on his son and went down the same path with his own. In this, he reminded me of Vijay Raaz's character from Gully Boy. There's a little sense of morality in both these characters, burdened with the weight of their various failures. Thus, this case becomes a golden opportunity for Haathi Ram to prove his mettle to his family, peers, and, most importantly, himself.
On the other hand, Sanjeev Mehra – the torchbearer of the Left-wing, has his share of issues back home. His wife, Dolly (Swastika Mukherjee) has anxiety issues. His strained marriage gives us a portrayal of the lifeless relationship both are stuck in and seek solace elsewhere. On the work front, he's about to get fired by big boss Singh Saab (Akarsh Khurana, in a bizarre turn from the meek Koi Mil Gaya principal). However, Mehra's situation is not as helpless as it seems, and he tries to pull all the right strings to leverage the assassination attempt.
And then there is Imran Ansari, an honest & upright cop with UPSC aspirations. He is the Watson to Haathi Ram's Sherlock, whose intentions & ambitions are all in his favor. His name, however, is not. Ansari serves us as a mirror of the life of the minority in today's India. He is reminded time and again, by peers, seniors, & even Haathi Ram himself, of his social status.
When we see prominent faces in the film industry stay silent on the various issues in the country, issues that if spoken about might lead to boycott from the masses (& the ruling party); or when we see the narrative in some mega-budget films also side with the one being pushed by the establishment; we can turn towards OTT to take it up. The primary job of cinema & content is to engage the viewer. If that can be done by showing us the mirror, it elevates to something larger & more essential. This is where Paatal Lok hits the nail hardest. It does not shy away from taking up any of these issues. Other Indian shows might have tried it subtly, but it's safe to say that Paatal Lok is the most political one yet. What one enters expecting a neo-noir crime thriller turns out to be a more extensive commentary on so much more. And, it is a matter of no surprise given the team behind the series has always tried to push the envelope and bind all threads into a larger theme. Prosit Roy, who previously directed the horror flick Pari, tried to dive into the Bangladesh liberation war with a supernatural element. Sudip Sharma, screenwriter for NH10, did not restrict it to a cat and mouse chase and made larger points about lawlessness, honor killing & patriarchy with the film. And, Avinash Arun, with his debut directorial feature Killa, spoke about casteism in Maharashtra at length. Hence, when an investigative thriller manages to address Islamophobia, the state of media in India, the more than prevalent casteism in the heartland, the ever-increasing class-divide, the bigotry of the Hindu majority and the hypocrisy of the seemingly liberal elite; it is a testimony to the terrific writing.
Moreover, what is relieving is that neither of these has been treated as a trophy cause. Instead of pushing a one-sided narrative, we see how the seemingly liberal clan also exploit the cause. "We liberals are such a cliché – give us a Muslim or an LGBT character & we'll make a story out of it." It's in lines like these that the show rises to its peak.
A good story is a starting point that can only be elevated by excellent performances. Once again, we have OTT to thank for giving a highly unused actor of Jaideep Ahlawat's caliber, the role of a lifetime. His eyes, heavy with failure & sadness, do half the work for him. Neeraj Kabi, as the snobbish journalist, is equally convincing. Ishwak Singh as Ansari is a revelation – his performance feels heartfelt & warm and is a breakout. In smaller parts, Swastika Mukherjee & Gul Panag also make a mark. And then there is Abhishek Banerjee as the monstrous Hathoda Tyagi. He creates a substantial impact with minimal dialogue and the most severe stare.
In a show full of so many loose threads, it might be tricky to tie them all together in the climax. And Paatal Lok is no exception to this. The story derails here & there but picks up eventually in the last two episodes. It might also be the makers' intention to show us the workings of a cop's investigation & how each lead might not be fruitful. What also didn't quite work for me was the clanky Hinglish dialogue – a problem that much other Indian content has suffered with.
There are but minor hiccups in a show that has so much more to offer. Staying true to the central theme of the three estates – Swarg, where the elite resides; Dharti, for humans & Paatal; home to darkness, animals & all sorts of filth; Paatal Lok drives home that India coexists somewhere between all three.
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De Montague, William III
Birth Name De Montague, William III
Age at Death 68 years, 11 months, 8 days
WILLIAM MONTACUTE, second Earl of Salisbury, eldest son of William the first Earl, was born in June, 1328. -Before he was of age he was Knighted when Edward landed at La Hague. He afterward served at the siege of Can, and at the glorious battle of Crecy. When the Order of the Garter was instituted he was the seventh of its original knights, and when the Black Prince obtained Aquitaine he attended him to France and served under him in all his excursions and expeditions. At the battle of Poitiers he commanded the rear of the English army, and was highly instrumental in gaining that famous victory. In short, almost his whole life was a perpetual campaign under Edward III. and his son, the Black Prince.
In the succeeding reign, he was continued in all his posts and preferments, and also made governor of Calais, whence he harrassed the French with continual excursions. In the fifth of that reign he convoyed to England the King's intended Consort, daughter of Charles, King of the Romans, and in the seventh and eighth he served against the Scots. In the ninth, a grant was made to him during life, of the custody of the Isle of Wight and Castle of Carisbrook. In the twentieth, the year ,397, he departed this life, having ordered by his will, that every day until his corpse should be interred at Bisham, distribution should be made of one pound five shillings to three hundred poor people; likewise that twenty poor men should bear torches on the day of his funeral, each torch eight pounds weight, and each of them wearing a gown of black cloth with a red hood; also, that there should be nine wax lights about his corpse, and upon every pillar of the church there should be fixed banners of his arms; moreover that £3° should be given to the religious, to sing "rentals and pray for his soul.
He first married Joan, who by way of distinction was called Fair Maid of Kent, daughter to Edmund Plantagenet, Earl of Kent, but having been separated from her upon a petition from Sir Thomas Holland to the Pope, in which he alleged that she had been pre-contracted to him, his lordship married second, Elizabeth, dau. and co-heir of John lord Mohun, one of the original Knights of the Garter by whom he had a son who died without issue, having been accidentally killed by his father in a tilting at Windsor in the year 1383. This son was named Sir William Montague and married Elizabeth, dau. of Richard Fitz Alan, Earl of Arundel. His widow married in 1388 Thomas lord Mowbray, Earl Marshal of England.
Sir John Montacute, the brother of this Earl, married Margaret, dau. and heir of Sir 'I Thomas Monthermer son of Joan of Acres, dau. Of King Edward I., in whose right he had summons to Parliament from the 31St of Edward to the 13th year of Richard II., when he died. He had three sons, John his heir (who became 3d Earl of Salisbury), Thomas Montague, Dean of Salisbury, and Richard .Montague, of whose issue there is no trace. This Richard lived about the year 1400. None of the English genealogies make any further mention of him except to state his name. It is claimed that there was also a fourth son, whose name was Simon Montague, and from /'in the nobility of England of this name claim descent. Collins' Peerage, however, states that there is no evidence that this Simon ever lived, and is inclined to the belief that the nobility are descended from James Montague, a natural son of General Thomas Montacute, 4th Earl of Salisbury. This James Montague had large possessions in (County Kent, where he was a man of distinction, and is buried in the (Church of Ludsdown in Kent. Sir John Montacute had also three daughters, Sybil, Catherine and Margaret.WILLIAM MONTACUTE, second Earl of Salisbury, eldest son of William the first Earl, was born in June, 1328. -Before he was of age he was Knighted when Edward landed at La Hague. He afterward served at the siege of Can, and at the glorious battle of Crecy. When the Order of the Garter was instituted he was the seventh of its original knights, and when the Black Prince obtained Aquitaine he attended him to France and served under him in all his excursions and expeditions. At the battle of Poitiers he commanded the rear of the English army, and was highly instrumental in gaining that famous victory. In short, almost his whole life was a perpetual campaign under Edward III. and his son, the Black Prince.
William Montacute, 2nd Earl of Salisbury
William Montacute, 2nd Earl of Salisbury (June 25, 1328 – June 3, 1397) was an English nobleman and commander in the English army during King Edward III's French campaigns of the Hundred Years War.
He was born in Donyatt in Somerset, the eldest son of William Montacute, 1st Earl of Salisbury and Catherine Grandisson, and succeeded his father as earl in 1344. Montacute was contracted to marry Joan of Kent, and did so without knowing that she had already secretly married Thomas Holland. After several years of living together, her contract with Montacute was annulled by the Pope in 1349.
In 1350, he was one of the first Knights of the Garter. He was a commander of the English forces in France in many of the following years, serving as commander of the rear guard of the army of Edward the Black Prince's army in 1355, and again at the Battle of Poitiers in 1356, and further serving in 1357, 1359 and 1360. Later in 1360 he was one of the commissioners that negotiated the Treaty of Brétigny.
During the quieter years that followed the treaty, Montacute served on the king's council. But in 1369 he returned the field, serving in John of Gaunt's expedition to northern France, and then in other raids and expeditions, and on some commissions that attempted to negotiate truces with the French. Montacute helped Richard II put down the rebellion of Wat Tyler. In 1385 he accompanied Richard on his Scottish expedition.
In 1392/3, he sold the Lordship of the Isle of Man to William le Scrope of Bolton. He married Elizabeth, daughter of John de Mohun, 9th Lord de Mohun of Dunster. The two lived at Bisham Manor in Berkshire and had a son and two daughters. The son, Sir William Montacute, married Lady Elizabeth FitzAlan, daughter of Richard Fitzalan, 11th Earl of Arundel, but was killed in a tournament in 1383, leaving no children. When the elder William Montacute died in 1397 the earldom was inherited by his nephew John Montacute, 3rd Earl of Salisbury. One of William's sisters, Philippa (d. January 5, 1382), married Roger Mortimer, 2nd Earl of March.
Birth 1328-06-25 Donyatt, Somerset, England 1
Death 1397-06-03 Castle Wallingford, Berkshire, England 1
Age: 68y 11m 9d
Father De Montague, William 1301 1343/4-01-30 (Julian)
Mother De Grandison, Katherine 1296 1349-11-23
Sister De Montague, Elizabeth 1325 1359-05-31
Brother De Montague, John 1327 1390/1-02-25 (Julian)
De Montague, William III 1328-06-25 1397-06-03
Sister De Montague, Anne 1330
Sister de Montague, Sibyl 1334 1374-06-30
Brother De Montague, Robert 1336
Sister De Montague, Phillipa 1342 1378/9-01-05 (Julian)
Family of De Montague, William III and De Mohun, Elizabeth
Unknown Partner De Mohun, Elizabeth ( * 1353 + 1414/5-01-14 (Julian) )
De Montague, Sir William IV 1360 1382-08-06
Family of De Montague, William III and Plantagenet, Joane
Unknown Partner Plantagenet, Joane ( * 1328-09-29 + 1385-08-08 )
De Montague, William
De Grandison, Katherine
De Montague, Elizabeth
De Montague, John
De Mohun, Elizabeth
De Montague, Sir William IV
Plantagenet, Joane
De Montague, Anne
de Montague, Sibyl
De Montague, Robert
De Montague, Phillipa
*1328-06-25
+1343/4-01-30 (Julian)
De Montague, Sir Simon
Aufrica
De Montfort, Elizabeth
Katherine de Grandison.ged


You found The One, and you're marrying them. So now it's time to find the perfect wedding ring. Here's our handy guide to getting it right.
Princess pink; StarTrek themed; on horseback; under a teepee in the garden... no matter how different each and every wedding, one simple piece of jewellery connects them all: the wedding ring. The age-old tradition symbolises commitment like no other object on earth, transcending cultures, languages and religions across the globe.
Like any tradition, though, it's evolving: wedding rings have historically been plain gold, but in recent times more detailed and ornate styles have caught on. Gemstones, engravings, unique patterns - there's now a world of choice, and a tempting one at that. So how to choose? Should you keep it simple or opt for something fancier? As something you'll wear for the rest of your life, one thing's for sure - it pays to spend some time choosing a wedding ring that's perfect for you.
"I always thought I'd go for a pretty traditional wedding ring, but when we went shopping for them I came across one I loved instantly. It was white gold, quite thick, and had a small square emerald in the middle. My now-husband loved it too, so we chose one similar for him - he wasn't so keen on the emerald, though. He said he'd feel like a mafia boss. So instead I had a tiny little one put on the inside of his ring, where only he would know it was there." - Karen, 28.
How do the two rings look side-by-side? If your engagement ring has a very big central stone, there might be a gap in between the two rings, which bothers some people. In this case, consider how a curved wedding ring may be deigned to curve around the engagement ring or consider how a fitted wedding ring may be designed to interlock with the engagement ring. You might also want to think ahead, and leave room for an anniversary eternity ring (hey, wishful thinking never hurt anyone).
Sure, it's nice to have your wedding ring complement your engagement ring, but don't stress if they're not twins. They're two separate rings for two separate reasons, and seeing that distinction isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, some people prefer it.
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The Chronicles of a Changeling
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R I V E R O F S O R R O W - E A R L Y S U M M E R, 7 4 8
The Arvid Residence - Skald, Kartakass
Sonja's heart was weaker by the day, and she could not stand the sight of him anymore. The helpless babe's crying tore her spirit to pieces and she was sickened by the very thought of nursing a changeling. 'They stole my baby' she muttered in a crazed desperation. She knew the child was hungry, and it was only a matter of time before the changeling grew up into a fey-thing. Her friends beseech her to change her mind, so she locked them out. Banging on the door, rattling the locks, the baby crying - it was too much and she was too deep, now.
The door, broken, sends her screaming into a corner as wood splinters are flung to the side. Her neighbors rush in sweeping the crying creature into their arms. The man grabs her by the arm, and forces her to sit down. His words are under water, lost as if swept away by the river. She was a stone, staring up into the prismatic surface of blue and gray and ice. They force her to feed it, this thing, this changeling. This fey that looked like her baby. It's tears streamed down it's thinning cheeks and red face, stealing her child's milk. She held it close, and thought about how anyone could fall for a changeling baby. She would fight for her child, to get her little Nico back. Her neighbors doted upon her, taking care of her, the baby, and worried. She could not hear them, they were an otherness. She had been in the river since Soren went away, and all she knew was the cold rush of it's peace. If she let that go then the cries of the changeling would drive her mad.
She did not want to go mad, she had to find her baby.
'I'll do it.' She promised herself, summoning her composure. 'I'll take it back, and find my baby.'
R E T U R N O F T H E C H A N G E L I N G - T H E N E X T D A Y
In the Woods Somewhere
The thing cried and cried and screamed the whole journey into woods. They left at first light, and walked until the sunset. She would run back to town before it was too dangerous to make it on her own, and return in the morning for her true born baby. Running water, she thought, would keep away werewolves and vampires, and when the fey brought back her child, they would take this creature and she could finally breathe again. It is what Soren would have done, had he been there.
She bundled it up to stay warm and placed the thing in a nook of a wayward pine, close to the bank of the Kilovan River. It looked up at her with tearful eyes full of confusion and need. She couldn't stand it.
"Look away from me creature!" The baby only cried.
She turned and left swiftly, and the child's cries faded and faded into the running water as she darted back north, towards Skald where she would wait out the terrible night for the return of what she thought she had lost. Only she could not find rest, and returned to camp near by a few hours later. She heard no cries and decided to spy on the tree to see if the swap had already been done, her stomach a flutter with hope. To her horror, the tree had sunk into the river, and the changeling was gone. She recoiled, and sobbed, and called out into the night with the all consuming emptiness swallowing her up, and drowning her completely.
R I V E R W A L K E R - E A R L I E R T H A T N I G H T
Rodskoven, Kilovan River
His cries were done with all the most effort to call his mother back to him, without words and unable to express his great need for care and comfort. He was confused and alone, and did not understand the complexity of his circumstances. Where was his father's booming voice and rough hands? The milk of his mother and her tender kisses? It was darkness and chill and loneliness. His life had only been such a short, dim, weak flame that was threatening to be snuffed out on the breath of a whisper. He was alone, unprepared, incapable. Where was his mother? Why did she not love him? His heart simply didn't understand that it was broken, his belly aching for something to fill it. When he became too weak to cry, and the little noises he made faded, he heard the night creatures and knew not one of their sounds. Leaves rustling, snapping twigs, deer prancing by, the river rushing gently beside him. He was too weak to cry anymore, so he lay silent, looking this way and that from his back. His eyes were not the best at seeing, everything was so far, far away. He could feel an animal sniff at him, but didn't know how to turn to look for it, or what it was. It ran away.
The river got closer and closer, it's touch first cold and damp as it saturated the dirt near the tree. The water lapped against the basket and swaddling, tasting him to see if it should investigate more. The river rose more and consumed the bank, surrounded the tree, and lifted the baby into it's hands; the swaddling and basket he lay it becoming a boat to carry him away. The rush of movement calmed the baby, and the gentle spinning let him see the stars shimmer in the sky down on him as he tried to focus further away. His coos joined the choir of the night sounds, as the little baby Nico was swallowed up into the Redwood forest.
D E E P I N T H E W O O D S - T H E N E X T D A W N
Down streem, near the logging camp
Nemetranee Caladon and her children were enjoying the cool of the morning while they ventured out to find truffles to eat and take a bath in the calm bend of the near by river. It had been a few months since coming to the forest of Kartakass, and Nemetranee was finding it comfortable on her aching body as she bear yet another child for her love, Silvanas. He enjoyed her child bearing, and so she was only too happy to bring him all he could afford, and reveled in surprising him with her pregnancies. The last of which surprised even herself, with twin girls so beautiful that she was prideful in their making. Heian was still just a toddler, small and round and curious about everything around him. Yet she was glad he could walk on his own, the twins strapped to her front and back in papooses took a toll on her otherwise slender figure. She had not been showing her new baby yet. She watched Heian's little chubby legs navigate around stones and over leaf fall, making noises in his play whose meaning was only known to him, until he pointed at the River.
"Bahbee!" He exclaimed. She laughed dully.
"What is that my son? No, that's 'River'. River, see? The water run's south..." She crouched down and pointed to the river, looking at it closely.
"Bahbee?" He repeated cutely. She soothed back his silvery hair, curly like her own waves of crawling ivy.
"River?" She asked. Her son pointed to his sisters and repeated the word, and pointed again to the river. "Oh my son, no, they can't swim yet. First you take a bath, alright?" She took his hand and walked to the river with him, a hand on the back of Lia in the papoose on her front. As they got closer, she pointed to a few truffles growing on the forest floor and instructed her child to pick them and put them in his basket. He did so, picking all of them. he took one to eat and then took an other and offered it out at the water's bank.
"Riii-var! Rii-var! Want eat?" He held it out, and she laughed. She watched her son offer the river the mushroom as she began to set up a picnic blanket, where she put her babies down in a basket big enough for two. She looked over again, and saw Heian try to walk out into the water carefully, and she rose quickly to stop him.
"No no, not yet, not withou..." Her words stopped, she could feel her chest tighten as she saw the basket floating there between two river stones in the bend. It was a baby! No quicker did she pick up her son and set him on the bank did she find herself deep in the waters wading with urgency to the little boat, picking up her legs wide to trudge through as quickly as possible as the river slapped against her thighs until she plunged in up to the chest. Her hands grabbed the basket and pulled it slowly towards herself so that it would not tip. She could hear her son calling curiously out from the bank, but her attention was on the little swaddled bundle in the basket. His body so light and underfed, his hands flexing open and closed and his little voice hoarse as no child's should be. He was human, and she looked upon him with fascination that he managed to stay alive, who knows how long, on the river.
"How brave my little Riverstrider..." She let the baby grab her finger as she waded back to shore to place him beside her two elven daughters. She looked over them all lined up with a held breath, and her eldest child came over to watch, pointing at the baby.
"Riivar." his chubby elven fingers found the baby's face, and tapped his nose. "Riivar. Hungry?" He held out the truffle.
"River. Is that his name?"
"Ya, mama. Riivar." The elven boy smiled, happy with their findings. Nemetranee thought about it a moment, thinking where this baby could have come from. She looked over it, so perfect next to her sleeping daughters, even if he was human. His eyes opened, revealing beautiful blue eyes with green shimmer like the river he was pulled from. So clear, so wise in his barely lived time, she fell in love all at once as he started to coo, and cry, and then become soothed at her touch. She was certain now, that she would have yet one more surprise to give her husband.
C H A N G I N G T H E C H A N G E L I N G - T W O D A Y S L A T E R
Rodskoven, Logging Camp
"No." His voice was decided. He had come home to the cabin in the Rodskoven to find his wife with a human child suckling at her breast. He was having none of that.
"You will love him if you just held him." She insisted playfully. "He has no one, all alone. Raising him would be nothing to us, the time will pass so quickly..."
"He isn't a house cat, Neme. A pet who, when he dies, the kids cry for a few days and forget by the time they see another. He'll grow old and die before our children would even be half of maturity. You need to send him back to the humans, anyone will do." He walked over and picked up the new human baby in his household, and stared at it with a humorless raised brow. The babe smiled, and flexed his chubby little fingers towards Silvanas' hair with a cooing awe. "I am taking him to Skald. you found him on the river? he came from the north. I'll return in a day and when I do, I had better not find any more children in this house hold with spoon ears." He held up a finger as he placed the baby in a papoose, silencing his wife. "This is exactly why simply minded oafs like Barovians think we steal babies." Nemetranee huffed and shouted, but he closed the door on her in time to hear a silver ashtray slam against the wooden door. He humphed, and began his journey to Skald.
The trip took his light, elegant feet half a day to complete, knowing the way perfectly and able to navigate the Redwood forest that they decided to come to. His kin were not as fond as he of nature, and while they teased him of being like an outsider elf, he found no real beauty or inspiration in the forest other than preferring the company of quiet trees and appreciating the intelligence of wild creatures to the boring, dull, dreary gloom of his neighbors. He tied back his long straight silver hair over his ears, and pulled up his hood. He hated cities, and this one was full of music and poets and the stench of humans. He looked down as the baby began to fuss, and put a hand on him to soothe the little thing. Quieting, Silvanas could feel a gentle tug on some stray ends of his pony tail.
He sighed derisively.
The afternoon was spent, and as the evening came around, he had walked up and down the road listening for gossip. Perhaps missing babies from an orphanage, perhaps a robbery, or missing family. Maybe a kidnapping or any number of scenario that would see a little creature like this one left adrift.
"You're the one who has been asking around about a baby boy?" A voice spoke up from under a feathered cap."You'll want to seek out Missus Arvid, the widow. She came back raving mad about a fey stealing her baby." He glanced up, looking at him critically. "Was she wrong?"
"Thank you, human." He didn't appreciate the tone, or accusation, and the baby had become hungry again and fussed. He was loathed to do it, but he held him close and let him suckle on a bit of creme on his finger before moving on. He'd investigate this Missus Arvid and be done with the child soon enough.
The streets became narrow, turning down paths of refuse water in a stream down the center, and smelling more and more like the suffocating oppression of an ill built human settlement. He came upon the door, but just before he knocked, he heard the voices cry out.
"The Fey stole my baby!"
"Get to your senses! What did you do with the child? Answer!" The raised male voice was hurt, urgent. He could hear the striking of hand to flesh as one of them turned to violence. The shouting continued, and he listened closely, looking down at the baby as he heard for himself what a mother had done to her own child. The little one looked up at him with bright, clear eyes, and reached for the elven man's face with soft chubby fingers. He really didn't have a choice, not anymore. They had already gone this far.
The night came cold, and the door to the cabin creaked open and disturbed Nemetranee from her reverie. Silvanas laid the baby in her arms and said very little else.
"His name is Nico Arvid, his father was part of that caravan that was torn apart. His mother is mad, thought him a changeling and left him to die in the woods. We can stay a few short years to raise him, but once he is a man, he must go on his own path, and we will return home, understood?" She smiled as best as she could, and nodded as she began to feed the poor human baby. He turned to leave them be.
"River." She said softly. Silvanas turned back curiously. "His name is Riverstrider."
"Very well."
Character Portraits | The Vanguard Initiative Faction (inactive)
Dossier, Sonja Arvid
Name: Sonja Arvid
Birthday: Autumn, 731
Birth Home: Skald, Kartakass
Current Home: Unknown
Last Seen: Spring, 748 - Skald
Occupation: Flutist
Religion: Ancestral Choir
Notes: Sonja is a wispy young woman of average height and frail health, both physically and mentally. She grew up distrusted because of the richness of her ashy brown hair, and it gave her a constant need for approval from others, as she lacked the strength to withstand the rumors associated with her dark appearance on her own. Having shown signs of postpartum, her neighbors and fellow Choir members took turns checking in on her while her husband was away with work, and when he did not return, they took over the running of her household exclusively, fearing what she would do if left alone. In the days to follow the loss of her child, the village reported sightings of her roaming the streets, crying for her lost baby, and blaming elves for the theft, although no one believed it was not her doing alone and feared the child dead. Before winter broke that year, Sonja gradually was seen and heard of less and less, and her home was left abandoned with no belongings taken with her. It is speculated that she went to be with the child she gave up, and rumors of her death satisfied those who asked after her. Although, come spring of 749, reports in the near by forests spoke of a woodswitch living alone as a hermit, and refusing travelers shelter unless they had children.
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Dossier, Nemetranee Caladon
Name: Nemetranee Caladon
Birthday: Winter, 519
Birth Home: Har-Thelen, Sithicus
Current Home: Kuhl, The Rodskoven, Kartakass
Last Seen: Summer, 774 at home
Occupation: Mother; Cynical Poet of Dark Comedy that really only lands to the very Morose in Sithicus; Herbalist.
Religion: None.
Notes: Neme ("Nemmie") as she is affectionately known in the logging village of Kuhl in the Rodskoven, is a mother of five - four of which are her own and one of which she found floating along a nearby river bend in a basket and swaddling. Neme was always considered an 'odd' sort of woman in her community, finding her days spent with her dark humor and garden of black roses. When she joined with her husband, she only did so because he himself seemed like an odd sort of man in Har-Thelen, one who preferred silence and solitude outside of city life, and this spoke to her inner wildness. It is even rumored that she was the bastard of a wild elf, based on her curly hair and inner spark, but it is difficult to tell what has foundation in truth and what is said by cruel women of another woman they don't understand. She never cared, either, and routinely used that spark in her performance poetry. When she decided to move to the forest for a while with her family, her stay was extended to accommodate her foster child, but she really didn't mind it. In fact, some say she even came out of her Sithican shell and bloomed into a personality of her own, even if cynical. She herself thinks she is rather funny, even if it's not for everyone, and the locals at the logging camp have come to know her humor and seek it along with her herbal remedies.
The Chronicles of a Changeling, Part I
S H A P E S H I F T E R - A U T U M N, 7 7 4
Off the Crimson Road, at last - Vallaki, Barovia
The road had been long, but it was time to take it. He left the sanctuary of his father's home and guidance now that he is long into his years of being a man of his own, and to spare his elven parents the grief of raising a human child, he denied them the chance to see him age, turn gray, wither, and die. He kissed his sisters farewell, and gave his brother the last embrace he would know, for he would never see them into maturity. He would never chase away their suitors, or know their temper as adults. And it was fine this way, he was prepared. They kept nothing from him and it was for this he was grateful most of all. He would one day return to the red wood trees and the beauty of Kartakass, the Rodskoven will wait for him, but he knew that his life with the only family he ever knew was at an end. He would write, he promised to. Now it was the time to start over, and so he went north, to where many journeys begin.
It was rainy like he thought it would be, and the forests were lush and overgrown with bramble, thorns, and gnarled trees. Bats flew openly through the night sky as little shades fluttering in the darkness and blacking out the the already nearly black skies. When he saw the town come into view, first as a silhouette of vague gray stone walls ebbing with soft red torch lights from patrols along the wall, and then a wide farmland surrounding it, two buildings close to the walls caught his attention. One, a decrepit old church built from Tergish ruins likely, and the second a weary old tavern, with the promise of a hot meal and a warm bed. However, it was the church who's inner lights sent out a glow from the cracks in the windows and ceiling, where the bodies of the huddled people danced across panes of broken glass, obscured by the dust and filth of constant rain and hardship. 'A respite can wait' he thought, 'I came all this way, after all.' He crossed the muddy road to the church, pausing in his strides to the sound of thundering boots running towards him.
"RUN!" She cried. He didn't know her, he didn't have the time to think about that either. He heard it first, the guttural grunting of a bestial creature. She threw open the door to the sanctuary, leaving blood smeared against it's stone, and out came an armored figure whose sword light aflame, hissing against the rainwater as it cracked and popped upon the length of steel. River knocked an arrow, and knelt, waiting for the moment to fire, his eyes cold and determined. The knightly figure braced for impact, and the beast wrestled against him in a frenzied hunger. It tried to claw at him, slashing the rain with mighty paws. River let loose his arrow, and it bounced off the hardened, furry flesh.
"Get inside!" The command was calm, measured, and certain. A fiery sword plunged into the creature's gut, but it wasn't yet enough. River knocked another arrow, determined. A light soared over the sky, blue and white with intense magical fury, illuminating the muddy road and giving visibility to the creature if only for a moment before it struck it's form. Two more joined the fray from the darkness, and River was certain what they were. Werewolves. A light attached itself to River's arrows, magic, lighting them aflame as the human forces multiplied, pouring from out of the temple. Loosed, he fired upon the creatures with a renewed sense of rage.
No more did the orders of the knightly figure beg others to flee. The battle was pitched, and River took sharp aim to each of the werewolves. Each, a wolf responsible for the course his life took. Each, his mortal enemy. His favorite of enemies. The magi threw more lights, hurling them from palms unto the creatures that howled and screeched with rage and anger and hunger and frenzy. The knightly figure beheaded one, and eviscerated another, and the last succumbed to an arrow in the eye. The battle was over, and the night grew quiet once more. The group had reentered the church, patting one another on the back and congratulating each other with a nod and a gaze. River thought of his need for a warm meal and a dry bed, and glanced to the calm tavern, though his feet took him in with the others, and he began the next stretch of his journey.
W O O D S M A N - T H E C O M I N G D A Y S
Southern Forest, Vallaki
The autumn air left a pungent aroma around the gray city as wet and decaying leaves ripened the odors that would otherwise be dormant in drier conditions. Sewers, sweat, pitch, and the stench of metal working assailed his senses and left him happy to get around the forest for a while, even if it was to collect herbs and firewood. He walked along the forest floor with silent boots, barely making a noise with every graceful and knowing step. He could hear music near by coming from the Elven settlement, Degannwy. Home of the Seelie Court, as they say. The closer he got to the music, the further away the putrid odor of the city was. But he was not going there, he had to return to the Outskirts and sell plants. A mindless task, to sell something that grows in the ground for anyone to take. Still, he needed fang to get by in the city, and he was all too willing to take it from the outlanders who were somehow above their own foraging. And even then, he did not mind. He could trust himself not to disturb the flora or fauna more than necessary by his presence, which was a good thing.
It wasn't long before the smell of decaying flesh caught him, and pulled him to a western passage of the woods along the Luna. The river carried the scent down stream a ways, towards him, and so he followed it to see what matter of thing it could be. The passage was rife with wolf tracks, likely a hunting pack from the near by den east of the lake. He noticed several boot tracks as well, of varying widths and sizes, depth and stride. He followed it a while, listening to the near by lapping of the river slapping against the brook until it got louder and louder.
He saw the ruins first, perhaps they were Tergish, or older. Maybe they had been Invidian camps, torn apart by defending Barovians. Ancient statues, blocks of stone that had once made up a greater fort than what was left of it scattered across the forest like forgotten rocks being reclaimed slowly by nature. A woman, sword down, hand held outstretched, both guarded and greeted travelers from a ten meter stance among the rubble. He saw it then, the stench that caught his attention down stream. The decaying corpses of deer, slain and left to rot in waste. Half skinned, half simply slaughtered. It was a waste of life, to leave an animal unused for anything else. It's meat could have provided sustenance, it's bones, tools. He looked around, perhaps half a dozen, and then something caught his eye. Exposed bone, with gray, rotten sinew binding the brittle dead together, armed in rusted and ancient gear, scattered and cracked from recent battle. They were everywhere, and out numbered the deer carcasses by twice. The boot prints from before left a chaotic footwork on the leaf fallen forest floor, and that's when he heard the ringing of steal, and clattering of bones come from a passage in the ruins that lead beneath the ground. He pressed himself against the trunk of a great oak tree and waited for whatever was coming to broach the stairwell and show it's face. An arrow knocked and a resolve prepared for the undead. He looked to the sky, light from afternoon sun after the rain clouds cleared. Could they face the light?
Unnoticed he remained as a party of outlanders stomped up the stones and appeared rejoicing in their victory. He lowered his arrow, and watched them parade by with arms full of weapons, treasures found, and minor injuries. He stayed quiet, and observant. It was a lifestyle he was told about, before he left his family's home, that was common among outlanders. Adventuring, they call it. Was this such a thing? Once they cleared the ruins and vanished into the forest, River looked around once more at the spoiled remains of perverse undead and the victimized fauna. He had wondered, which slay the deer? Man, or bones? He set back for town, only half a bag of flora to sell, but a head full of thoughts.
A C Q U A I N T A N C E S - T H E F I R S T F O R T N I G H T
Vallaki, Barovia - And Other Places Besides
His name was Silandris, and River knew him as Andris. A sun elf of auburn hair and a dry humor that gave him comfort. He had thought he might do better around the elven folk, but that wasn't why he left home in the first place. His father wanted him to integrate into human society, to marry, to build a family and a home and to become a man now that he was long of age to do it. Staying close to another elf would never challenge his comfort and help him grow, and River knew it. Still, it was hard to turn down the company of someone who made the most sense of all the people who came from the outer lands. Before long, he found himself thinking of the wry sun elf as a friend, a concept surely, for he had never before had one of those. He thought back to life in Kartakass. Sure, he had other rangers, loggers, people to drink with, to play cards with, to work beside, however he had never right and truly made friends, or let them in. He had known for a while, that even as he was a human, he was far too 'elven' for his village to accept. He often blamed that for his reason of being unable to find a Kartakan wife. Perhaps, he thought, he had nothing to lose befriending these outlanders here in Barovia, or perhaps a few Barovians. Perhaps he'd learn to live like the human that he was after all.
A small girl appeared one day in the outskirts. She wore buckskin, simple garb, shells and bones as adornments, and boasted a bone-spear. Primitive and earthly, she was not threatening, kind, eager, and perhaps, only a little, naive. He had been watching her when he discovered she spoke no trade or common, and seemed to be from a very isolated and unadvanced culture in the outer lands. It reminded him of Nomads and of the Valachani of stories and songs. He over heard others teaching the girl words in common, and watched as she tried to understand them. Thinking back to his own education, and all the languages he was brought up to speak, something compelled him to raise his voice and chime in to the teaching, and even eventually guiding the girl around and teaching her in earnest as a fellow forest 'folk', as she began to call them. Her name was Shampalwe, and she was a medicine woman of sorts, and perhaps even a shamaness.
River spent the coming days with his two new acquaintances, trying his best to let them in. In fact, he soon found himself learning all the names of the outskirts dwellers and locals he could manage to meet and speak to. Evandra, the knight, Vichard, the doomguide, and three other priestesses, Ophelia, Adrienne, and eventually after a terse meeting, Rhode, all became faces he looked for in a crowd. This was unsurprising. He was, after all, raised to be observant and social, to interact and protect the villages of the forest and borders of Kartakass. River was not without his own charm, in this regard, however, it would be the coming nights that would make it certain where he stood with his new found kinsmen.
I A M A G U I D E - M I D A U T U M N
Somewhere in Eastern Barovia
Andris had grown restless and angsty, and River could not say that he blamed him a bit. Since coming to the world of mists, all anyone wanted him for was his skills, his talents. His arcanum. Barovia was hardly the place for it, and River himself was slow to trust a magician relying on spells in a book, however, many more sought his company for nothing more than the boon his magic brought and it was wearing on him in no short order. It was early in the day, when River approached the stewing elven magi, and his thoughts were only on a trek he took with his father long, long ago while he was still just a boy, to the most curious of places in Barovia. It was a few days journey, and the children were left with a visiting relative from Har-Thelen. His father only said to him a simple, earnest truth. 'Your mother seeks this now, but one day, you'll need to decide worthy people and guide them yourself. One day on your journeys, you will know where to go, and who is to be taken with you.' River waved down the elven man.
"Come with me. I'll explain it when we get there." River offered vaguely. Andris was more than perplexed, but given his bubbling ire, he could hardly decline an escape from would be adventurers seeking to use him again. They set off, making short work of the long trek to the destination that Andris was meant to arrive, even if he didn't know it. When they came upon the decrepit, abandoned, moldy home tucked in an alley and forgotten under the imposing shadow of all else around it, River closed the door behind them and made sure that no one followed through a crack in the window.
"What is this?" Andris was terse, untrusting and rightfully wary. River had declined to give him any answers the whole while. He searched under a bed, sliding it out of the way to feel around the floor boards for what he could scarcely remember of the entrance. "If this is a trap - "
"I mean you no harm, this is no trap. I cannot tell you what you will find below, it is for you to take those steps. I am merely a guide, and this is your journey, Andris. Trust me." He yanked the trap door open, dust particles filled the air with spores and dirt that would once again settle there no matter how many times it was opened. With grave reluctance, Andris put his foot on the rungs of the ladder down, and descended into the dwelling's basement, with River to follow soon.
The basement was dank, dark, and full of boxes and stores abandoned. River tried to remember his father's words and instructions, his movements and grace as he found the secret door. His fingers ran along a wall, slowly, feeling every grain of spackle, until he found the crack. Just barely able to pry his fingers in enough to reveal the door, cobwebs stretched in protest and more dust billowed as the thing swung open quietly on surprisingly well maintained hinges. River was astonished to see what they found next, as both men moved into the secret room. He had remembered something grand as a child. A large open space, light brightly, with a huge imposing figure cut in marble, raising a wand to the sky. He lit a lamp and knocked away webs and debris in the small dark space that looked no different than a closet or pantry, filled with rubble and boxes and storage, and one curious white marble statue. River was disappointed. Perhaps his child, human mind, made the fantasy grander from before, invented imagery because it was his father who had done it, and he was so great and wise and ancient in his eyes. He was about to apologize and offer to leave, when Andris was found in awe of the small marble statue.
"Can't you hear it?" He said on quiet words.
"I cannot. This is not my quest. I am just a guide." A light enveloped the elf, and he vanished. River was comforted, at least he was not entirely wrong about what he was meant to remember of this place, what his father intended of him. He left the room and resealed the door. Andris was on his own now, and he would wait for him to return, taking a seat on the bottom rung of the ladder in the dark, dank basement.
A door revealed itself on magical light, and sealed shut into nothingness as the elf returned much later to find the River waiting for him as he had promised. A look of awe and enlightenment on his face, River could only imagine it was all that he needed to restore his spirit.
"I owe you an apology." He said with a lighter voice than he's had in some time.
"No, I understand." The two of them made their way back to Vallaki in short order after that, the last rays of afternoon on their side, until they reached the gray city as night took hold.
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Dossier, Silandris Tyvorel
Name: Silandris "Andris" Tyvorel
Birthday: Unkown, between 150-250 presumably
Birth Home: Faerun, Toril
Current Home: Vallaki, Barovia
Last Seen: Autumn, 774 in Vallaki
Occupation: Wizard, Scholar
Religion: Undisclosed
Notes: Andris is a slightly tall Sun Elf, with bright auburn hair and a snarky, knowing smile. He arrived to Vallaki a couple of days before River had begun his journey. and by the time they met up, he was already established as a local 'go to' magi for defense against what looms in the dark. Growing jaded by the day, River, who had become fond of his comfortable elven presence relative to his own upbringing, took him to many places that the elf could find solace and belonging in - least of all the Temple of Mysteries. River considers Andris to have been a gateway into trusting others and making friends outside of the small family circle that he has so clung to all his life. Although, it has been some time since they last met, he holds him as the one responsible for giving River that push he needed to let others in to the dense and impassible forest of his personal space. River notes that while Andris has a temper, he comes around to seeing reason quickly and with his cunning intelligence and the wisdom born to an elf of his years. However, having trusting Andris with some particularly protected secrets from his own lore, River hopes that since last he parted, that his life is still his own.
Dossier, River Caladon
Name: River Caladon
Ranger Call: Riverstrider
True Name: Nico Arvid
Current Home: Kuhl, Kartakass, though wandering the Core
Occupation: Ranger
Religion: None, although very connected to nature and the old stories.
Notes: River is a bit old to still be unwed in his mid-twenties, although it can be credited to both growing up in an elven household, and having dark hair to have kept him on the fringes of the social climate. It doesn't quite help that no one back home knows if he has ever written a song, and a few friends of his foster mother showed concern for him. This, publicly, is why he left, although privately, it was to spare his elven family the grief of raising him into autumn and winter of his life. Born Nico Arvid, abandoned as four month old child, and raised by elves as River Caladon, River has had much good fortune despite the color of his hair or the shape of his roundy ear. He apprenticed under his foster father and joined the Rangers just last year, an initiative that keeps nature and villages separate from one another in such a rugged terrain as Kartakass is. At a young age, River knew that his fate was to be a guide, like his namesake, leading others to what they seek. He spent most of his younger days playing with his elven siblings and studying lore, geography, myths, legends, and cultures around the Core, hoping to one day fulfill his own quest and become a trusted guide. His father supported this, and even encouraged it, bringing him to some places no child had ever seen, and doing his part to make sure the information was as accurate as possible. River has a kind heart, although he can come off a bit bristly at first considering his life had afforded him very few people he could consider a friend. Since leaving the comfort of his family's home, his first goal had been to reach out and let others in, a task he finds awkward. Be it as it may, he does intend to integrate himself into human social circles, and maybe, if there's time after all, bring home a wife one day.


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La torre della Gabbia è una costruzione medioevale che si innalza in Via Cavour 102 a Mantova, affacciata sul lato opposta della storicamente principale piazza della città, piazza Sordello.

Storia
La torre costruita dalla famiglia Acerbi fu venduta nel 1281 a Pinamonte Bonacolsi. Dopo la decadenza dei Bonacolsi la torre fu trascurata a lungo fino a quando fu ristrutturata per essere ricompresa nel sottostante palazzo Guerrieri Gonzaga. In particolare fu rifatta la facciata rivolta verso l'attuale Via Cavour.

La torre acquisì il suo nome attuale quando, nel 1576, il duca Guglielmo Gonzaga fece costruire la grande gabbia in ferro come "carcere all'aperto". Fino ad allora era nota come torre degli Acerbi. Nella gabbia sospesa venivano esposti alla pubblica piazza i condannati che a volte vi rimanevano anche per lungo tempo; famoso è il caso di un borsaiolo dell'epoca, tale Marchino Ziganti, che vi fu rinchiuso per ben tre mesi. Il 10 gennaio 1526 Francesco II Gonzaga ne fece dono, con il palazzo attiguo, alla famiglia Guerrieri Gonzaga. Nel 1850 la proprietà passò al senatore Giuseppe Cadenazzi fino a quando in occasione di una divisione condominiale, la torre, bisognosa di restauri, fu donata al comune di Mantova.

Descrizione

La torre è alta cinquantacinque metri. Costruzione medievale che, comunque, ha subito una parziale ristrutturazione nel Cinquecento, quando la facciata rivolta sulla attuale Via Cavour, fu adeguata agli stili tipicamente rinascimentali con l'inserimento di eleganti lesene marmoree e decorazioni di scuola mantegnesca.

La gabbia, che dà il nome all'edificio, è formata da spesse sbarre di ferro che racchiudevano uno spazio ristretto, due metri di lunghezza, un metro di larghezza e un metro e poco più in altezza. Ovviamente lo spazio angusto era tale perché destinato ad acuire le sofferenze degli "ingabbiati".

Attigua alla torre, è conservata la cappella della famiglia Bonacolsi, ornata da un ciclo pittorico del Trecento di stile giottesco.

La scossa di terremoto del 20 maggio 2012 (Magnitudo 5.9 - epicentro la zona di Mirandola) che ha interessato anche la città di Mantova, pare abbia provocato danni anche alla Torre della Gabbia, con la caduta di mattoni e calcinacci e l'apertura di crepe.

Nel giugno 2017 partiranno i lavori di restauro e recupero della torre al termine dei quali consentiranno di salire sulla sommità per ammirare il panorama della città.

Note

Bibliografia

Voci correlate
 Cappella Bonacolsi
 Palazzo Acerbi (Mantova)

Altri progetti

Gabbia
Residenze dei Bonacolsi


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Foreign Aid and Counterinsurgency: The United States Agency for International Development (USAID), and other United States Foreign Assistance Agencies in Vietnam, 1950-1967
The United States Agency for International Development (USAID) and other United States Foreign Assistance Agencies in Vietnam, 1950-1967
Founded in 1961 under the administration of John F. Kennedy (1960-1963), the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) inherited a wide range of civilian assistance programs launched in Vietnam by other government entities, as well as a series of predecessor agencies that included the Economic Cooperation Administration (ECA, 1948-1951), the Mutual Security Agency (MSA, 1951-1953); the Technical Cooperation Administration (TCA, 1950-1954); the Foreign Operations Administration (FOA, 1953-1955); and the International Cooperation Agency (ICA, 1951-1961).
American assistance to the Vietnamese began before 1954, when Communist forces ended over a century of French colonial dominance at the Siege of Điện Biên Phủ. The Americans then continued to support civil society in the South after 1955, when the Republic of Vietnam (South Vietnam) declared its independence and elected Ngô Đình Diệm as president. President Ngô remained head of state with American aid until his assassination on November 2, 1963 by a rival military faction.
Through trial and error over the next two decades, increasing tensions between South Vietnam and the Democratic Republic of Vietnam (Communist North Vietnam), internal political conflict, and the emergence after 1958 of an armed insurgency under Communist leadership in the South collectively drove the American assistance agencies to improvise new approaches to the challenges of social instability, economic development, and expanding insurgency.
By 1967, President Lyndon Johnson sought to improve counterinsurgency operations in Vietnam by officially coordinating many of these civilian assistance programs with military operations under an unprecedented interagency organization known as CORDS, or "Civil Operations and Revolutionary Development Support." President Richard M. Nixon (1969-1974) subsequently continued the interagency effort, referring to the acronym as "Civil Operations and Rural Development Support."
Although Presidents Johnson and Nixon appointed the civilians Robert W. Komer (1967-1969) and William E. Colby (1969-1973) to run CORDS, most records of the civil-military operations specifically coordinated after May 1967 appear in Record Group 472 (Records of the U.S. Forces in Southeast Asia, 1950-1976). Additional records relating to foreign aid and counterinsurgency in Vietnam will be found among the records of the Department of State (RG 59) and of the Department's embassy and consulates in Vietnam (RG 84).
However, records of civilian programs implemented in Vietnam from before Điện Biên Phủ through the collapse of South Vietnam in 1975 do appear in RG 469 and RG 286. These records reflect the long evolution of American programs over two decades of armed conflict in Vietnam, as well as the interplay between established entities within USAID and CORDS after 1967. Records demonstrating the diversity of civilian initiatives to stabilize and develop civil society in the Republic of Vietnam include:
Civilian Assistance before Điện Biên Phủ (Prior to 1954)
Office of Far Eastern Operations; Indochina Subject Files, 1950-54
RG 469 Entry UD-415
National Archives Identifier 1746769
Civilian Assistance after Điện Biên Phủ (After 1954)
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Program Office; Project Files, 1953-62
RG 469 Entry UD-1442
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Program & Requirements Division; Subject Files, 1950-57
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Program & Requirements Division; Classified Subject Files, 1950-58
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Community Development Division; Subject Files, 1954-57
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Agriculture and Natural Resources Division; Subject files of J.P. Gittinger, Assistant Agrarian Reform Specialist, 1951-57
Migration and Resettlement
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Resettlement and Rehabilitation Division; Subject Files, 1953-58
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Resettlement and Rehabilitation Division; Classified Subject Files, 1954-58
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Resettlement and Rehabilitation Division; Field Service; Subject Files, 1954-1958
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Health and Sanitation Division; Unclassified Subject Files
RG 469 Entry P-403
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Unclassified Records Pertaining to Malaria Eradication
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Health and Sanitation Division; Subject Files, 1951-57
U.S. Operations Mission to Vietnam; Health and Sanitation Division; Hanoi Office; General Subject Files, 1951-54
Office of Public Safety; Office of the Director; Numerical File, 1956-1974
RG 286 Entry A1-18
Office of Public Safety; Technical Services Division; Geographic Files, 1961-1970
Office of Public Safety; Technical Services Division; General Correspondence Relating to Geographic Areas, 1965-1971
Office of Public Safety; Operations Division; East Asia Branch Vietnam (11/03/1961 - 1975); Subject Files, compiled 1956-1975
Office of Public Safety, Vietnam Division (11/03/1961 - 1975); Subject Files, compiled 1955-1975
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