She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.
“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”
David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.
Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”
She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”
“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!
“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”
Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”
“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”
Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”
He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.
Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”
He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”
Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.
That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times.
Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.
“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”
He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”
“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.
Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.
Evolving in sweltering, humid wetlands, preindustrial Birrin found the frozen places of their world among the most forbidding. A hothouse planet, most snowbound regions of Chriirah are restricted to high altitudes and were seldom visited until the advent of lightweight insulated clothing allowed the intrepid to explore these last terrestrial frontiers.
Already rare on Chriirah, the upheaval of The Fall and subsequent global temperate rise has left even fewer permanent snowbound peaks on the planet. The most spectacular of all tower above the inhospitable Kiln desert: the legendary First Mountains.
To climb this ancient range in modern times requires considerable capital and influence; the region lies in the Kiln desert and remains largely lawless where not outright uninhabitable. All supplies have to airlifted or transported overland to establish a base of operations from which climbs can be co-ordinated.
The isolation of the region is twofold: satellite communications post-Fall have been hampered by debris still filling most useful orbits. As such sat-phone services are exceptionally expensive for anyone without a personal stake in the space industry. High-powered radio transmitters and relay stations help climbers maintain contact with both basecamp and one another, but sudden storms and low temperatures can leave climbers cut off and vulnerable.
The First Mountains are littered with spent oxygen bottles and iced radio equipment, but few bodies. Subsequent expeditions often feed on the preserved carcases of other climbers, carrying back choice parts for basecamp meals in celebration of the dead. Those engaged in the feasts would expect nothing less for themselves.
I am looking to rehome a small adult unsexed normal ball python as a pet– preferably as close to me (capital region NY) as possible, but I am also willing to ship when summertime comes if they’re too far for me to drive.
PM me for inquiries please– people with reptile experience ONLY.
In the early Middle Ages, Islamic forces had conquered most of the Middle East, overruning the Holy Land, at the time territory of the Byzantine Empire (Eastern Roman Empire). By the end of the 11th century the Seljuk Turks had conquered Anatolia (Turkey) threatening the heart of the Byzantine Empire. In desperation the Byzantine Emperor Alexios Komnenos sent to the West for help hoping that the Pope would send an army of Western Europe’s best to drive back the invaders. Instead what he got was an army of Western Europe’s worst.
In response to Komnenos’ plea, on November 27th, 1095, Pope Urban II gave a speech calling on the nobility of Europe to combine their military forces and march against the Muslims in a great Crusade to reconquer the Holy Land. As an incentive for the Crusade, Urban offered an absolution of all sins and guaranteed place in Heaven for those who answered his call. In response, Urban raised a 35,000 man international army composed of knights and professional soldiers as intended. What he didn’t expect were the tens thousands of peasants and commoners who would likewise heed his call. In 1096 a man named Peter the Hermit began preaching the crusading call to the common people, raising a massive army of over 40,000 people. These were not knights or professional soldiers, but peasants and commoners including women and children. Supposedly Peter the Hermit was a priest or monk from Amiens, but there is no evidence that he actually took up Holy Orders. Obviously a charismatic man, he claimed to be in direct communication with God, even carrying a letter he claimed had been written by Jesus Christ himself, giving him the authority to organize and lead a Crusade. He was also helped by a meteor shower, a lunar eclipse, the appearance of a comet, and a possible outbreak of ergot poisoning which drove many Crusaders to believe that God was behind their cause, driving them into religious zealotry and fury.
In April of 1096 the peasant crusaders set out for the Holy Land and promptly became a scourge to everyone excepts the Turks. A large band of ill disciplined peasants, the army was more like an unruly mob than a proper army. As they passed through Central Europe, despite strong condemnation from the Catholic Church, they attacked and murdered thousands of German Jews, committing some of the worst pogroms in history up until the Holocaust. Other victims included people accused of witchcraft, and any other non-christians and non-believers. Lacking food and supplies, the peasant Crusaders often plundered and raided the lands they traveled through as they made their way to Holy Land, leaving lands empty of food and crops. The worst hit was modern day Serbia, where the peasant crusaders looted the country of it’s food supplies like locusts, resulting in a deadly famine.. In late May, the peasant Crusaders arrived in Belgrade. When a dispute occurred over the price of shoes, a riot ensued which led to the pillaging and burning of the city. The Crusaders then clashed with Byzantine forces outside of Nis who were sent to stop them.
The peasant Crusaders arrived in Constantinople in August of 1096, and Emperor Alexios Komnenos was shocked to find an army not of professional knights and soldiers, but a mob of poorly armed and equipped peasants driven to religious mania. After receiving word of the destruction wrought by the peasant crusaders on their journey to Constantinople, Comnenos refused to allow them in the city and ordered that they be sent on their way as quickly as possible. He ordered the Crusaders shipped across the Bosphorus to Turkey, most likely knowing that he was sending them off to their doom. He didn’t care, he just wanted to be rid of them. The “army” marched to Nicea, the provincial capital of the region, plundering and pillaging the local towns and villages on the way. By then the army was reduced to half its size, with 20,000 peasant Crusaders dying of disease, hunger, and from the many clashes on their journey so far. On the way to Nicea, they were ambushed by the Turks near a town called Dracon. Against the well trained and heavily armed Turkish soldiers, the peasant crusaders didn’t stand a chance, and after a single volley of Turkish arrows the army was disbursed in a panicked rout. Most of the Crusaders were cut down by Tukish cavalry as they fled in terror. Three thousand were able to take refuge in an abandoned castle where they remained under siege until they were rescued by a Byzantine Army. Of the 40,000 peasant Crusaders who set off from Europe, only around 2,000 survived.
I notice a lot TDA (and other TSC) characters are getting their names explained/ aka the meaning behind it with some awesome fan edtis, and I am curious to know …do you know what your name means? You don’t have to say your name if you don’t want to. You can just tag the meaning of it. Let’s see how many of use have beaitiful, book-like names.
I’ll start … be prepared my name is of a lot of origins, but I’ll write the meaning from my region capitalized since it is a short form of another name, but it is a short form of other names as well.
Jim Vance, 75 year old news anchor for NBC4 Washington, died this morning, July 22, 2017. An amazing, astute, and kind presenter of the volatile Capital Region and world news. The 45 year tenure of his DC news chair will leave a footprint on the pulse of this nation.
Personally, a kind and generous neighbor. His friendly smile and quick banter will be missed at out neighborhood gatherings, the local pizza shop, our breakfast spots, the local pharmacy…. you never knew when or where his joyous smile would grace us. All of our kids had a chance to meet him. I hope they will eventually understand that he removed boundaries and showed everyone that limits are only in our minds. Make your dreams your goals, work on them, shower the people around you with a smile, help, and positivism…. anything is possible.
Calakmul was a major Classic Period city, deep in the jungle in Mexico’s Campeche state. It is 35km from the Guatemalan border, and was one of the largest & most powerful Mayan lowland cities.
Its original name was Ox Te’ Tuun (”Three Stones”).
The Petén Basin
is a geographical region of Central America, mostly in northern
Guatemala, but also including part of south-east Mexico. Calakmul
was a major power in the northern Petén Basin.
There is a large
seasonal swamp to the west, and Calakmul is on a rise about 35m above
it. The swamp, which is about 34x8km, was an important water source
during the rainy season. The soil around the edges of the swamp was
fertile, so this was another benefit.
Preclassic & Classic Periods, settlement was concentrated around
the edge of the swamp. During the Classic Period, buildings were
also built on high ground, and also on small islands in the swamp,
where flint nodules were worked.
Calakmul was the
seat of the Snake Kingdom, which reigned during most of the Classic
Period. Their emblem glyph was the snake-head sign, and it has been
found distributed extensively in the area. It can be read as “Kaan”.
At times, it ruled over places 150km away.
Calakmul’s emblem glyph.
During the Classic
Period, it had a major rivalry with Tikal, and the two superpowers
struggled against each other politically and in war.
At its height in
the Late Classic Period, it covered over 70 square km, and had a
population of about 50,000. Calakmul was the capital of a large
regional state, which covered about 13,000 square km.
Terminal Classic, its population declined sharply, and its rural
population ended up only 10% of what it had been.
There are 6,750
ancient structures at Calakmul. The largest is Structure 2, which is
one of the largest Mayan pyramids, at over 45m tall. There are four
tombs in it. Calakmul has 117 stelae, the most of any centre in that region.
monumental architecture covers an area of about 2 square km; the
whole site is about 20 square km (mostly covered with dense
Calakmul has many murals depicting market scenes, with glyphs describing the actions occurring in them. The most prominent figure in these murals is Lady Nine Stone, who appears in many of them.
Calakmul was an
actual urban city, not just an elite centre surrounded by commoner
Holzeingag was a humble village, unassuming. There was a saw mill powered by the local river, and a handful of cottages with their own gardens and the odd goat and chicken here and there. The Witch Hunter watered his horse at the river and looked around. He heard the whispers at his back and glanced over to see several children peeking out from behind a garden fence. He gave them a wave and they quickly dipped behind the fence.
“The bishop sent you, didn’t he?” a voice came from behind him. He turned on his heel to see a woodcarver with an ax on his shoulder.
“He did,” said Gabriel, turning his attention to his horse, leading it to a nearby hitching post.
“Will you burn her here or in the town?” the woodcarver asked.
Gabriel paused, “Excuse me?”
“The witch. Will you burn her here, or in town?”
Gabriel frowned, “I first need proof that there is a witch before I take anyone in, and even then, again, if there is a Witch, she may repent.”
“She’s a witch,” said the woodcarver, “Half the village will testify that much.”
“Who’s a witch?” said Gabriel, “And I need you to understand this is a very serious accusation.”
“Miss Gramercy. She’d have us believe she’s a midwife and healer, but we’re no fools. We’ve had half a mind to chase her off to the wilds ourselves, but knowing her she’ll probably use the woods to hide and steal little children.”
“How many children in this village have gone missing?” said Gabriel.
“Well… none… yet,” said the woodcarver.
“Since she’s a midwife I’d wager she’s probably facilitated the addition of at least a handful of children to this village,” said Gabriel, flatly.
“Well yes, but—”
“Do you know of me, woodcarver?” asked Gabriel.
“You’re the Witch Hunter Gabriel. You swore your sword to the church after the war,” said the Woodcarver.
“The church is meant to offer people comfort and guidance,” said Gabriel, straightening his cloak, “In war, I’ve seen that fear kills men just as much as blades and just as much as suppuration. I am not here to burn a witch, I’m here to find out the truth of the situation and assuage people’s fears through that truth. If there is a witch, though, I assure you she will be brought to justice.”
“There’s a witch,” the Woodcarver said, stiffly.
“That belief gives you comfort, I see,” said Gabriel, “Your accusation has been noted. I will be continuing my investigation,” he said, giving his horse one last affectionate pat on the flank before walking away.
On the 101st anniversary of the National Park Service, explore this collection of vintage Master Plans of Parks and Monuments from the @usnatarchives Cartographic Branch:
On August 25, 1916, Woodrow Wilson signed into law the Organics Act, creating the National Park Service (NPS), a new federal bureau responsible for protecting the existing 35 national parks and monuments. In 1933, the National Park Service greatly expanded when all parks, monuments, and historical areas overseen by the government were transferred to the National Park Service’s administration. Today, over 400 diverse units make up America’s National Parks, protecting areas of scenic, natural, historical, and cultural significance.
During the 1930s, a series of acts and executives orders expanded the reach of the National Park Service and planning began to develop many of these national park areas. The NPS’s Branch of Plans and Design began creating master plans that showed proposed developments of areas of the parks. These master plans included both a textual descriptive statement and a set of maps and drawings showing the proposed developments.
The Cartographic Branch holds most of the National Park Service Master Plans within a series called Master Plans of Parks and Monuments, 1931 – 1941 (NAID 591991). They are part of Record Group (RG) 79, Records of the National Park Service. Plans exist for some of the most popular national parks that had been created by the 1930s, including the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Yosemite, the Great Smokey Mountains, and Shenandoah. Plans also exist for many notable historical parks, including Civil War battlefields like Gettysburg, Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania, Vicksburg, and Antietam, along with other historical sites like Fort McHenry, Abraham Lincoln Birthplace, and Colonial National Historical Park. Many smaller and lesser known parks also have plans within this series. Plans also exist for parks that have since changed names or become parts of other national parks.
Master Plan sets typically consist of a decorative cover, an index, and various plans relating to the existing and proposed developments within a park. The covers are often very artistic, featuring drawings and photographs that are often hand colored.
While the covers are often the visual highlight of the plans, the sets of plans also contain valuable information about the development of our national parks. The plans include both existing developments and proposed roads, trails, and facilities. Most plan sets include maps showing roads and parking areas designed to allow visitors to easily access points of interest by car. The plan sets also typically include maps showing hiking or walking trails, which are common elements in both natural and historical parks.
“el clasico. no two words can grasp the sports world’s attention like a matchup between the two of the biggest superpowers in global football. real madrid and fc barcelona creates divides among social classes and political stances amidst a background of a civil war-torn past. the two largest cities in spain, the national capital madrid, and barcelona, the capital of the catalan region seeking independence are the principal cities of a derby that’s seen by nearly 400 million people around the world.”
When speaking of Uzbekistan, a few major cities come to mind as we
navigate the region’s complex and beautifully rich history. Among these
cities are Samarkand and Bukhara. Together, these two cities of “divine
Bukhara and happy Samarkand” make up what British poet-diplomat James
Elroy Flecker called “the Golden Journey.”
Known by the Greeks
centuries ago as Marcanda, Samarkand stands as one of the oldest
inhabited cities in Central Asia. With its centralized position,
Samarkand enjoyed status as a valuable trade hub and intersection of
goods, culture, philosophy, intellect, and innovation from places such
as China, India, Europe, and Siberia. Through Samarkand and Bukhara from
the East traveled porcelain and silk; spices and Gems from the South;
ivory and perfumes from Europe; fur and amber from Siberia.
dual status as such thriving cities meant the two sometimes campaigned
for supreme leadership in the region. Tamerlane’s capital was Samarkand
in the fourteenth century (for it was close to his birth city of Kesh,
and when not campaigning, all his efforts went into forging Samarkand
into a city worthy of his might); before him, Persian Samanids named
Bukhara the capital. Just when Bukhara enjoyed dominance over Samarkand
in the eighteenth century, Russia’s Bolshevik Revolution again made
Samarkand the dominant city.
As crossroads of the world, Samarkand
and Bukhara were exposed to much of the world’s treasures, both
physical and intellectual, enjoying all the best that North, South, East
and West wanted to share. It was in Samarkand that the first paper mill
outside of China opened, and tenth-century eastern Islam enjoyed the
most influential library in Bukhara.
The influences upon these
cities is as complex as the rest of Uzbekistan’s history, and just as
colorful and all-encompassing. For the capital Tamerlane (”Timur the
lame”) built out of Samarkand, the architects he captured incorporated a
unique Tartar concept, though the final product bore Arab, Indian, and
Persian influences alike.
And of course the city needed to be in palettes of the fearsome conqueror’s favorite color: blue.
“The road splits to the north and east in about ten miles. North takes us to Ban Mi, where I’ve heard they’ve been excavating an ancient library that was buried by a landslide,” His eyes glittered at the thought. “And east takes us to Phichit, the bustling culinary capital of this region.” Al’s eyes glittered at that thought too, and Mei swore she could hear his stomach rumble over their mounts’ footfalls, even though they’d already eaten breakfast.
Both destinations had their perks. “I say we go to Ban Mi.” Mei replied. “We’ll see what that library has to offer, and then we can make our way down to Phichit once we’re done.” They were on a quest for knowledge after all!
“Agreed. How long do you think we’ll be at this site?” Alphonse asked.
“It depends. It could be two days, or it could be two weeks.” Mei shrugged. “Been there, done that, right? We’ve already been gone for six months, what’s another few weeks?”
In shock, Al reined in Tai to a gentle walking speed, and Xiao Mei squeaked in protest as Mei was forced to harshly rein in on Xun to keep pace. ‘Has it really been that long?’, Al asked himself. Had they really been on this adventure for six months?
Al’s eyes had glossed over as he thought about just how far away he was from everything he knew and everyone he loved. They were easily 1000 miles from Xing’s easternmost border, which itself was about 1500 miles wide. The Xerxian Desert was another 400 miles wide, and then Resembool was about 50 miles in from Amestris’ easternmost border.
At the absolute least, he was over 3000 miles away from home.
“Alphonse?” Mei walked herself up beside him, placing her hand over his. “Everything alright?”
Al’s sudden homesickness vanished once he felt his wife’s hand cover his. Well, he wasn’t without everyone he loved. He smiled gently at her, and flipped his hand over to squeeze hers.
He had no reason to be homesick as long as she was there.
Highgarden is castle which serves as the seat of House Tyrell, regional capital of the Reach and the heart of chivalry in the Seven Kingdoms. It lies on the Mander and is where the Ocean Road meets the Roseroad, making it an important crossroads.