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guiltknight-gaming · 7 months

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Diablo IV Episode 175: Necrotic Research

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pillarsalt · 1 year

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you're right, my bad. plus people don't get warned about how the uterus supports so many other organs. the only time I'd say it's necessary is if you had severe endometriosis, but when it's actually a real problem they don't care and won't let you have one.

No worries, it's good to think critically and talk stuff out! But yeah absolutely, women are ignored until they're beyond desperate when it comes to most health issues but especially reproductive health. We need thorough and effective education about our bodies and we need a medical system which will actually listen to and help us.

#ask #of course things like uterine cancer or necrotic infection would require a hysterectomy #but there should be research and technology to help those women thrive as best they can after that procedure. but it is sorely lacking

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eternal-echoes · 9 months

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The case is that of an 18-year-old trans-identified male whose puberty was blocked by the Dutch researchers at a very early stage, meaning there wasn’t enough penile tissue for surgeons to use to create a “neo-vagina.” Therefore, a more risky procedure using a section of the patient’s bowel was necessary, which resulted in fatal necrotizing fasciitis. ... The investigation into the young person’s death revealed that the deadly strain of E-Coli most likely came from the patient’s own intestines, not from the hospital setting, meaning that the more risky vaginoplasty surgery necessary due to early puberty suppression almost certainly caused the fatality.

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I just hope people put a stop to this before more people die.

#transgenderism #transgender ideology #trans #lgbt

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Hi!! I love your headcanons, especially the last one you posted of a Monk!Tav! If it's okay, would you be willing to write headcanons about a Tav with chronic pain? My idea was of a Tav who uses forearm crutches due to chronic pain, but still learns to fight and/or cast spells and such despite this. I use crutches myself but I still practice capoeira (it's actually not as difficult as I though it'd be, surprisingly!), so I always wondered how Astarion would feel about a character like that.

Also I'd really like to read about Astarion navigating physical intimacy with someone who can't do certain things (stay too long in one position, move in certain ways when back/legs/hips hurt, etc) because of the chronic pain, if you'd like to add that in.

I love this prompt! Because it requires me to do research.

Let me know if I wrote something wrong.

Astarion x Tav With Chronic Pain

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Many years ago, you were severely hurt.

It was the dark magic, the necrotic damage.

So painful and disgusting, you were blessed to be unconscious.

You recovered. Thanks to the healing potions.

Wounds healed. Bones mended.

But the pain remained.

It follows you like a shadow, like a ghost, like an intrusive thought.

Sometimes, you forget about it.

But it reminds of itself when you least expect it.

You've tried to heal it, but as with any sickness bestowed by dark magic, it will never fully go.

Sometimes, it is so bad you have to use crutches because you almost can't move.

The tadpole, though, suppresses it, and you forget that you ever had this chronic pain.

It returns the moment you are free.

The pain is so unbearable you want to cut your arms off.

You barely manage to get into the inn, and you stay there in the fetal position.

Unable to move a finger.

Soon after sunset, you hear familiar steps and the familiar weight on the bed.

"What is it, my sweet?" he playfully asks, only to see you are in pain.

Maybe he has witnessed this condition before or it is just too familiar, but Astarion immediately recognized it.

He brings you water to drink and then a medicinal ointment he'd probably stolen.

"Sit up," he orders and starts massaging your hands, rubbing the ointment into the skin.

It prickles, but the feeling is nice.

Then he does the same with your legs and back.

You felt like a doll in his hands, but you didn't mind.

Then, he brought you food and fed you with a spoon.

You feel relaxed and sleepy. The pain is still there, but it's not that bad.

Astarion hesitates to lie beside you, but you manage to find the way you both feel comfortable.

You keep being adventurers, but it has its complications.

Sometimes you just can't move. Sometimes, you need crutches (and for these periods you always stay somewhere safe). Astarion is always ready to carry you in his hands, but sometimes you prefer not to be touched.

Which he understands perfectly. He has his times when he doesn't want to be touched.

From time to time, you are in such pain you cry, and Astarion stays with you until it gets better.

You know a thousand ways to help him with his nightmares and traumas.

He knows a thousand ways to ease your pain.

You are each other's burdens, but together it's much easier to go through the night.

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bigsnaff · 13 days

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morally questionable things koorn has done:

used inquest research to transfer the consciousness of dokks' elderly griffon into an experimental cyberscale without permission. didn't understand the big deal. "I helped her! she was old and infirm. much like someone else I know."

has tased cyna in the leg for calling him short and then cried about it (being short) afterwards

threatened phyroh with a taser to get back on the operating table so he could start dissecting him

threatens to tase people in general actually

while at rata primus whenever somebody would ask him where the bathroom was he would instead just lead them to a supply closet and lock them inside

has sewn two different severed arms together, revived it with necrotic magic, and called it "army"

forged his mother's digital signature to get a shipment of spiders sent to his rival in rata primus

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #my characters #koorn

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lendeah · 3 months

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UNBOUND

Chapter 2: The Thunderstaff Legacy

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Summary: After months of separation, Neri reunites with her family, and the burdens of her responsibilities as the Heir resurface. Her sole escape appears to be through her magical research, which Gale, due to a mysterious illness, has been neglecting.

Pairing: Gale x OFC!Reader

Tags: Slow Burn, Mentor/Protégé, but everything is healthy I promise, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Soft Gale (Baldur's Gate), Gale Needs a Hug (Baldur's Gate), Professor Gale (Baldur's Gate)

Word count: 4.8k

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Chapter 2! Everything is starting to come together in my head. This chapter is especially background plot filled, but I promise from this point on things will start to get more dynamic! Also there will be more Gale and Neri interactions as they delve into the research :)

"The Karsus Weave!? Are you completely out of your mind!?"

But Neri merely rolled her eyes and focused on her work, undisturbed by the reaction. She was jotting down notes as Corlin poked at the burnt robotic piece on the table with different magical instruments, filling the laboratory with a strong smell of sulphur. Eiruk stood beside her, amazed by Neri's calm demeanour despite his disbelief.

"You know Vanja wouldn't approve of this research, right? How in the nine hells are you even going to locate those stones?!" Eiruk continued rambling.

"Vanja is no longer my mentor, so everything will be okay," she said as she continued lazily scribbling on her page. The piece they were working on seemed to combine a necrotic curse and a fire spell, causing it to decay while simultaneously burning. Despite its deteriorating state, the piece somehow managed to continuously repair itself, suggesting there probably was something hidden within it.

"Neri, you know how dangerous it is to meddle with the weave and its godly power," Eiruk exclaimed frantically. "Your new mentor will only lead you to your death, right before graduation! And then who will choose my suit? Corlin? He can't even tie his own shoestrings!" He gestured wildly to the other student sitting next to them.

Colin gazed up at her, his gold-trimmed glasses precariously balanced on the tip of his nose, and gave a gentle smile.

"Well, I think it's a thrilling opportunity. You have the potential to revolutionize our understanding of the weave and magic itself. Not everyone gets that chance," he remarked, pointedly disregarding the other boy. Eiruk sulked in response.

"Indeed, Colin. And it is not about seeking godly power, Eiruk. Think of the implications this research could have on the field of magical study!" Neri exclaimed passionately.

"But we're discussing the Karsus Weave... Do you recall what happened to Karsus and his empire? It was decimated! All because they got involved in matters that should have been left alone!" Eiruk worriedly rambled, running a hand through his black curls in agitation.

Colin rolled his eyes, "Of course, but that was thousands of years ago Eiruk. That doesn't imply the same is going to happen now."

"Exactly! And besides, Gale wouldn't have chosen this path if he thought it was too dangerous." She smiled at Corlin, as he nodded in agreement, green eyes sparkling as he returned her grateful smile. "He's smarter than that."

Eiruk seemed unimpressed by her optimism. "Well, the road to the Nine Hells is paved with good intentions," he muttered, crossing his arms.

Ignoring Eiruk's negativity, she turned to Corlin again. "Corlin, I need your assistance with something."

The younger boy immediately perked up, "Yes! What do you need?"

Eiruk huffed in frustration and left them to go retrieve something from the bookshelf nearby.

She pointed at the robotic piece on the table. "This piece seems to be enchanted with some form of self-repairing spell. Can you use your magic detection tools to analyse its composition?"

“Yes, mam!” Corlin eagerly grabbed his tool kit and got to work. As he did so, Neri found herself thinking about Gale once again. After their first meeting a few days ago, he hadn't called for her again, leaving her feeling slightly anxious. Maybe he regretted choosing her as his apprentice? Or maybe he was just busy with another research?

Just as she was about to dive even further into her thoughts, a gentle tickle on the back of her neck snapped her back to reality; someone was sending her a message. Her heart raced with anticipation, hoping it was her long-awaited mentor reaching out to her. A deep voice spoke inside her mind:

"Lady Neriyra Thunderstaff, you have been requested for a meeting with Lord Baerom Thunderstaff II. A carriage will arrive to collect you before the clock strikes noon."

Ice ran through her veins as the message ended. She hadn't expected this summons so soon. It had been months since she last saw her family, and it was never a pleasant experience. She realized it must have been at least half a year since she left the Estate in a whirlwind, hoping she didn't have to return until after her graduation. Their relationship was always tense, to put it mildly. She constantly clashed with their expectations for her as the heir, and she was sure this visit would be no exception.

"Neri? Are you okay?" Colin's gentle voice brought her back to reality. The blonde boy was looking at her with concern in his eyes.

Neri took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I'm fine. Just... a little distracted." She forced a smile, hoping it was convincing enough.

But Corlin wasn't fooled. He knew her well enough to know when something was bothering her. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked sincerely.

Neri shook her head. "No, thank you. I just... need to take care of some family business."

Corlin's expression turned sympathetic. He knew about the strained relationship between Neri and her family, and he could sense that this sudden meeting was causing her distress. Eiruk, who had just returned, raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Leaving so soon? I might have to report this to Vanja."

Neri smirked at him. "I'll just tell her about what happened last night, then we'll be even."

With that, she excused herself from the group and headed out of the laboratory. As she walked, she tried to calm her nerves and conjured a dimensional door that led directly to her room; she didn't want to waste any more time climbing all eight flights of stairs.

After entering her room, she unlocked the closet, which was magically designed to appear small but held all her clothing and more. She located one of the red and black floor-length dresses that she had been gifted for these events and reluctantly put it on. With a sigh, she released the messy black braided bun she typically wore for work and fashioned her hair into a tidy crown of braids. She added some silver chains and earrings to complete the look. But the most crucial part was concealing her pointed ears within the elaborate braids - a skill she had mastered since childhood.

As the sun began to set and evening descended upon the bustling city, Neri took a deep breath and pushed all doubts and fears aside, putting on a façade of confidence as she greeted the carriage driver on the marble stairs of the academy. The grand carriage was adorned with opulent red and black velvet and intricately woven silver trimmings, every detail paying homage to her prestigious house. She settled into the plush seat and gazed out the window, watching as the passing streets slowly transformed from the middling academy district to the more refined North Ward where her family's estate awaited her arrival.

As they approached, Neri could feel her anxiety rising again. The grand mansion stood tall and intimidating against the rolling hills of green grass. The carriage came to a stop in front of a massive iron gate adorned with intricate silver weaponry patterns, signifying the Thunderstaff family crest. Neri's mind raced with conflicting emotions - fear and nostalgia clashed within her as she stepped out onto the familiar gravel drive, leading up to the entrance of her childhood home. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face what awaited her behind those doors.

Neri walked up the familiar marble steps that led to the grand entrance of her family's mansion. Two guards bowed at her arrival; they must have been new, as she didn’t recognize their faces. They opened the massive oak wood doors, revealing a lavish hall adorned with gold and silver décor and opulent crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. Neri walked through the grand entryway, passing by familiar paintings and statues that she had grown up seeing. Memories flooded back, of two children running around the granite floors, throwing cantrips at each other, laughter reverberating in the tall walls. A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she walked towards the dining room, where she knew her family members would be gathered. The sound of their low chatter could be heard from outside, filling her with dread.

She took a moment to collect herself, before stepping into the grand dining room. A hush fell over the space. The only sound was the soft rustle of fabric and the shuffle of feet as she made her way to the centre. Her head bowed in respect, and she took in the scene before her. Her grandfather was just as she remembered; sharp features and piercing hazel eyes, as he stood at the head of the long table. To his left was her aunt Marle, her chestnut curls tumbling down her shoulders in perfect waves, a small smile on her lips. Neri's uncle, a tall man with broad shoulders and a thick beard, sat next to her aunt, his eyes locked on Neri. Neri's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her father sitting on her grandfather's right side, his expression as stern and unyielding as ever. Her mother Lynx was seated next to him, radiating beauty and elegance in a deep red gown embroidered with silver thread and adorned with glittering jewels. Her mother's dark hair was swept up into an intricate updo, hiding her pointed elven ears from view, just like she had hid hers. Neri couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she glanced at the empty seat where her sister Lila should have been, but she quickly masked any sorrow with grace and poise.

"You are late, Neriyra."

She slowly raised her head to meet her grandfather's gaze.

"Please forgive my tardiness, Lord Baerom," she spoke calmly and without falter.

Her grandfather's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through her very being, but Neri held her ground and refused to look away. She was well aware that he was testing her, as he always did. Despite their complicated relationship, a part of her had always yearned for his approval, even if it came in the way of glancing duels.

"You are fully aware of the importance of punctuality in our family," he said icily. "But I doubt you have any concern for our relatives or their affairs. You have always been a disappointment as an heir after all."

Neri winced as his words landed with a familiar sting. She had heard this same criticism too many times before. Ever since her sister Lila vanished without a trace, she had felt even more like an outsider in her own family - a feeling that seemed to only intensify with time.

"On the contrary, Grandfather," she replied calmly. "I am fully committed to our family and its legacy. I understand the importance of punctuality and I apologize for my delay."

Her grandfather's expression remained stoic, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"Excuses, Neri. You always have an excuse," he retorted. "Your father was the same, always making promises he couldn't keep. I had hoped you would be different, but I guess I should've known. You are of another kin, after all."

Neri felt a flash of anger at her grandfather's words, but she quickly schooled her features into a neutral expression. Her grandfather constantly reminded her that she was the sole potential heir to the Thunderstaff House, much to his dismay. He had removed his own father from the will when he married her mother. In contrast, her aunt was unable to conceive, which had been a source of criticism from their grandfather throughout her entire life. And her sister Lila...

Neri spoke confidently, "Grandfather, I want to assure you that I will do everything in my power to keep my promise to both you and House Thunderstaff. I am determined to prove myself as a worthy heir."

Her grandfather's expression softened slightly at her words, but his tone remained stern. "That remains to be seen, Neriyra," he said. "Take a seat."

As Neri settled into her seat next to her mother, she couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. It had been far too long since they had been together in the same room. Her mother's smile was warm and comforting. She squeezed her hand tightly under the table, a silent reassurance that everything would be okay. As for her father, he remained stoic and distant, not even sparing a glance in her direction. Not that she expected it anyway. She guessed he would probably stay silent for the whole affair, as he always seemed to do. A familiar ache settled in her chest as she realized how much their relationship had deteriorated over the years. But for now, she pushed it aside and focused on the comforting touch of her mother's hand in hers.

Her grandfather cleared his throat, bringing everyone's attention back to him. "Now, shall the dinner begin."

The servants brought out familiar dishes that she hadn't tasted in years - spit-roasted fowl, glazed root vegetables, and a crystal decanter of their private reserve wine. She watched silently as her mother served the food onto her plate, avoiding eye contact with everyone. She couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her and her parents. Her mother, who still looked young and radiant because of her elven nature, could easily be mistaken for Neri's sister with her silky black hair and eyes like deep pools of onyx. Her father, on the other hand, had the typical Thunderstaff features - dark brown hair, tanned skin, sharp features, and hazel eyes.

It was crushing when she was born, as Baerom's last glimmer of hope had been for her to resemble a Thunderstaff despite her origin. However, she inherited moon elf traits from her mother. Another reason for him to despise her, she supposed.

The air was thick with tension and unspoken words. The silence was broken only by the clinking of silverware and occasional small talk from her aunt Marle and her husband. Neri picked at her food, lost in thought.

"Have you been keeping up with your studies?" Her grandfather's question cut through the hum of conversation like a knife.

"Of course, Grandfather," Neri replied smoothly, receiving an approving nod from her mother. "I have recently mastered appertaining Ravenous Void."

"That is...adequate for a woman," he conceded after a moment. "However, you know our family expects you to complete your studies quickly and follow in the footsteps of your father and myself by joining the military. Theoretical knowledge is nothing if you don't put it to good use."

Neri felt her stomach drop at the mention of the militia. It was a topic that had been constantly drilled into her since she was old enough to understand. As the first child and heir to the Thunderstaff legacy, it was expected of her to continue the family tradition of mastering evocation magic and serving in the Waterdhavian military as a general or high-ranking official. For so long she had wanted to shout, to demand to be heard about her true desires, but she knew it would be futile. They had had this conversation over a hundred times, all of them with the same outcome.

So instead, she offered a polite smile and nodded obediently. "I will do my best to uphold our family's reputation, Grandfather."

He nodded curtly before resuming his meal until he spoke up again. “I spoke with Stedd Moonstar recently. Your union with Helion will happen earlier than anticipated."

Neri paused mid-bite, her fork hovering in the air as she processed her grandfather's words. So that was what this dinner was really about. Neri's heart began to race as she looked around the table at her family. Her parents remained stoic, keeping their eyes trained on their plates. Her aunt Marle looked worried, her brow furrowed in concern. But it was Grandfather Baerom who held her gaze, his piercing eyes locked onto hers.

"What do you mean, Grandfather?" Neri asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

Baerom took a sip of wine before answering.

"Although we planned to wait until your graduation for the formal ceremony, the Absolute's destruction of our ranks has left us in urgent need of an economic and power alliance. We must solidify it immediately."

Neri's hand tightened around her fork as she tried to process the information. She had always known about the arrangement between their families, but she had managed to delay it until she finished her studies with the pretence of having to live in the tower. She had hoped she would find a way out by then.

"I-I understand," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mother reached over and placed a comforting hand on hers. "We know this is not what you wanted, but it is for the good of our family and Waterdeep," she said softly.

Neri forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside of her. She knew they were right, but it didn't make the situation any easier for her. It wasn't even because she wanted to get married for love, she just wished she had been given the freedom, the possibility to choose.

Her aunt pointed out, "Lord Moonstar is the only suitable candidate. You two have a similar background, after all."

What she meant was that Helion, like her, was half-elven, and thus the only suitor willing to marry her despite her origin. Her uncle smirked knowingly.

"When will the union take place?" Neri asked, steeling herself for the answer.

"In three months time," Baerom replied firmly. "Lady Moonstar has already begun making preparations."

Neri felt her heart sink as her grandfather's words echoed in her mind. Three months. In just three months, she would be married to a man she barely knew and expected to fulfill her duties as a wife and noblewoman.

The rest of dinner passed by in a haze for Neri. Her thoughts consumed her, making it difficult to focus on the conversations happening around her. Her family discussed wedding plans and political strategies, but Neri found herself unable to contribute. Instead, her mind was filled with schemes and ideas of how to escape her impending marriage. Perhaps if she completed her research ahead of schedule, she could impress Vanja enough to finally secure the title of Blackstaff Heir. In Waterdhavian society, this position held great prestige and influence, particularly among the upper class, even more than the House Heir title. But there was more than just social status on the line. If Neri became the Blackstaff Heir, she would gain enough independent power to potentially change or even break her betrothal agreement with Helion Moonstar. Additionally, securing this position would mean escaping her future in the militia and establishing herself as a respected scholar in the Academy. Excelling in her research with Gale was her last hope for breaking free from a predetermined destiny.

At that moment, her sole objective was to stay focused and keep her family unaware of her true intentions. A fierce determination surged within her, igniting a burning desire to achieve her goal. So, she remained silent and finished her meal.

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Two weeks had passed since Gale had summoned her to the Blackstaff Academy, and still, there was no word from her mentor. Neri found herself growing impatient, constantly checking her sending stone for any messages, or summoning. At that point, she had read every available book about Karsus and the Netherese Empire in the Academy library, studying the rise and fall of the powerful mage who attempted to become a god, spent countless nights practicing her conjuration spells, as Gale had deemed them essential to their investigation. She couldn't help but wonder if his sending stone had broken or if he had met an unfortunate end. The thought sent a chill down her spine – if that were true, all her plans would be thrown out of the window.

Every time she woke up to no word from the wizard, Neri had to resist the temptation to sprint to Gale's tower. Time was slipping away, urging her to take action before it was too late. Her anger and frustration simmered, bubbling with each passing day until it reached a boiling point. Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, she threw caution to the wind and snuck out of her room in the dead of night. With fire burning in her eyes, she made her way to Gale's tower, determined to confront her mentor.

As she stood at the doorless wall of the tower, bathed in moonlight, Neri hesitated for a moment. But then she thought of all those sleepless nights and days of waiting, and her hesitation turned into determination. She pressed her hand against the symbol, demanding entry with her name, hoping that this time it would open as easily as the first. And fortunately for her, it did. The hidden door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the familiar interior of Gale's tower. Neri wasted no time and stepped inside, marching up the stairs to Gale's study, ready to unleash her pent-up rage on her mentor. How dare he forget about her? Did the man not understand the urgency of the research? Of course, he didn't know, but her life was on the line!

She finally reached the top of the stairs and entered the room with her chest heaving. The sight halted her movement completely. If the room was a mess the last time she had entered, now it looked as if someone had broken in, attacked both Tara and Gale, and exploded a bomb in the process. Yet, upon closer inspection, she noticed that Gale was sitting on the floor, seemingly meditating, and muttering to himself. Her blood boiled in anger, realizing that this is probably how he had spent the past week while she spent all her time studying and waiting for him to summon her.

"Excuse me, Master Dekarios," Neri exclaimed, hands planted firmly on her hips.

Gale's head snapped up at the sound, his eyes wide with surprise. He quickly scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his own robes in the process.

"N-Neri!" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback by her sudden appearance. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Neri repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I came here to see what was taking you so long to contact me."

Gale's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at her. "Contact you? For what?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

"For our research," Neri snapped impatiently. "I've been waiting for days for your call, and all this time you were just sitting here meditating? Do you even realize how much time we're wasting?!"

Gale's face fell in realization, and he let out a deep sigh. "Forgive me, Neri. My mind has been preoccupied with myriad affairs. There is much transpiring at present."

"That's no excuse," Neri snapped back, unable to control her frustration any longer. She also had so many things going on in her life, yet she was dedicating her precious time to investigate, not meditate.

Gale held up his hands in surrender. "You're right, it's not, and I apologize for neglecting my duties as your mentor."

Neri took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. It wasn't like her to explode this way, much less at a superior. However, Neri's anger slowly dissipated as she finally took in Gale's exhausted appearance. The man looked about to faint, with his skin sickly pale, purple bags under his eyes, his cheeks hollowed, and his clothes rustled and stained with ink.

"Master Dekarios... Is everything alright?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

Gale tried to maintain a composed facade, but it was clear that he was struggling. "Merely a minor setback," he replied weakly. "But rest assured, I shall endure. And please, feel free to call me Gale. Only Tara insists on calling me Master Dekarios, much to my chagrin."

Neri hesitated for a moment before taking a seat on the floor next to him.

"Please forgive me for saying this, Mas- Gale, but you don't appear to be doing well," she said softly.

He winced in response, and she noticed a subtle purple aura emanating from his chest that she hadn't seen before. "The truth is, I have been struggling with a certain ailment since I returned from my journeys. However, you can rest assured that it will not impede our research from this point forward."

Was he dealing with an illness? And where had he been before his return? With every passing moment, the man became more of an enigma to her.

She sighed and told him, "How about I start tidying up while you gather all the information you have about the research, and then we can work together to figure out our next steps?"

Gale stared at her for a moment, looking as though he were trying to process her words. He finally nodded, some of the tension leaving his face. "That - that would be appreciated, Neri. Thank you."

For the next hour, Neri busied herself cleaning up the room while Gale tried to organize the mess of papers on his desk, floor and... everywhere, really. She occasionally glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing how he seemed to wince every time he moved too abruptly. Her heart ached a bit at the sight, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. She picked up a wooden box that had fallen and placed it back on its shelf. As she put the books and other items back in their places, Neri couldn't help but feel guilty about snapping at him earlier. She had never done so to Vanja in the ten years she had been her apprentice. But then again, Vanja had never been neglectful of her duty as her mentor.

As Neri finished cleaning up the mess in the room with the help of her magic, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The formerly disorganized and cluttered room now had a pristine appearance, complete with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and large windows offering a stunning view of the sea. She turned to look at the wizard, who was now sitting back in his chair, staring intently at a thick tome.

She walked over to him and stood next to his desk, "Gale," she began tentatively, "if you don't mind me asking, where were you before you returned to Waterdeep?"

Gale's hand paused mid-motion as he was flipping through some papers. He took a deep breath before answering. "I was... at Baldur's Gate, fulfilling some unexpected duties. Believe me, you don't want to hear about it right now."

She could sense that there was more to the story, but she didn't press any further. Instead, she gestured towards the stack of papers on his desk. "Shall we begin with our research then?"

Gale nodded and Neri sat down in the chair next to Gale's desk, her quill and notebook in hand.

"As stated before, I will need your help with a location spell. However, for this specific research, I need you to come up with a completely new spell. The usual location spells won't suffice for this matter."

She frowned."How so?"

"The spell I need you to create is a combination of a locating spell and a gate spell. We need to find the exact location of the magical artifact we were researching, but we also need to be able to reach it in order to retrieve it safely."

While Gale went through the intricacies of the spell with Neri, she furrowed her brow in deep concentration. She had some experience with divination magic, and location spell was basic enough. Magic Door on the other hand was known to be one of the most challenging conjuration spells, requiring intense focus and precise execution in order to open a safe passage. One mistake could result in being transported to an unknown location, perhaps even the depths of another plane of existence.

"So essentially, we need to both locate and create a dimensional door to the location of the stones at the same time, right? But why not simply try to physically detect them instead? The locating spell can reveal their whereabouts, and it's much less dangerous than attempting to create a portal."

"Yes, however, I am afraid my condition doesn't allow me to travel long distances anymore" Gale confessed. "Also, we are under borrowed time. Anyone could find the stones before us and that would make matters worse."

We are under borrowed time because I have to stop my engagement, Shethought to herself, but instead said, "I'll do my best to create the spell you need. But I may need to consult some of my colleagues at the Academy for their expertise."

Gale looked hesitant for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Of course. And whatever resources you need, I will provide."

With that settled, Neri turned her attention back to her notebook and began jotting down notes and ideas for the spell. She had never attempted something like this before, but she was determined to succeed to get a hold of her future.

Both the illness and his departure from Waterdeep are references to the game's canon events! Hope you enjoyed this character and once again let me know any mistake or feedback you want to share:)

#bg3 fanfiction #gale x reader #bg3 #bg3 fanfic prompt #bg3 tav #gale x tav #gale fanfic #baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #gale baldurs gate #gale #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #baldurs gate gale #gale bg3

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School of White Necromancy | Just because you're a necromancer, doesn't mean you want an army of the dead!

PDFs of this and more can be found over on at my Patreon here! My Kickstarter is live! Support it and get rad new lycanthropes!

It's time for my theme subversion post. And today it's a necromancy wizard without the whole undead thing. Not an original concept, but I can't say I found the implementations ran into while researching this concept compelling. So I made my own. This did end up similar to my old school of medicine wizard I did a bit ago, but I guess without cure wounds.

Necromancy Savant

My version of the school savant, as explored in my enchantment revision, but necromancy this time.

Necrocratic Oath

The third feature (even though it's listed second) seems fair since it's a buff and debuff. Since this subclass opposes undead specifically, it doesn't make sense for it to be able to use animate dead, create undead, finger of death, etc… But you do get to at least raise the dead and you still get to specialise in the school's damage type while fighting undead too.

Turn Undead

As per the cleric. It's expensive spell level cost for the recharge on a 2nd level feature is because a) you also get it back on a short rest and b) it's functionally the fear spell.

Disrupt the Undying

A variation of controlling the undead which was admittedly the necromancy capstone, but this is just damage ala 1D&D destroy undead or frenzying controlled undead, with the idea that the undead just destroy each other.

Bolster the Living

This just seemed like the thesis statement of the subclass, reversing evil necromancy to aid the living. Only as useful as the strength of the necrotic damage, but this will definitely turn a fight around.

Death to Life

As will just resurrecting someone for free, but it does require the person to actually die. Fun for the whole family!

And now to plug my stuff. I release homebrews weekly over on my Patreon. Anyone who pledges $1 or more per post don't have to wait a month to see them, and also help fund my being alive habit.

At the moment, they have exclusive access to the following:

Calls of the Grave

Otherworldly Patron: The Absolute

Martial Archetype: Knight of the Fallen Oak

Words of Power

I also have three classes, and a splatbook over on DriveThrueRPG to check out:

The Rift Binder. A class specialising in summoning monsters and controlling the battlefield.

The Witch Knight. A class that combines swords and sorcery in the most literal way.

The Werebeast. A class that turns you into a half beast to destroy your foes.

d'Artagnan's Adventurer Almanac. A compendium of races, subclasses, feats, spells, monsters and more!

#d&d 5e #subclasses #wizard #d&d items #arcane school #d&d homebrew #necromancy #necromancer

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Doodles I did while on a road trip

I gave Russetfrond the cat equivalent of a receding hairline, and the second one is purely headcanon (and an excuse to make fun of Razor)

HAHA I love these so much XD

*Razor Voice:* "These wild cats, they're using ancient medicines, they’re talking to the dead! They're using their necrotic powers to turn the friggin' frogs gay! It's dangerous stuff, I've seen it! People think I'm crazy but I've gone and done the research and they’re transing cats genders with their primitive magics and seducing your girlfriends to engage in bisexualism! We gotta do something about it!"

Thank you, as always for the drawings. "RisingClan has gone woke" is gonnq live in my head forever now XD

#asks and answers #risingclan fan art #floofyboi57

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preservationofnormalcy · 5 months

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Hey! I'm a graduate student at ETCetRA working on my thesis in the U.S. because of.. okay, well it's mostly unrelated personal circumstance but I digress. I understand that some magical laws and regulation differ from France. For my scroll (thesis, basically), I'm working on a multidisciplinary approach where I try to find ethical applications and approaches to necromancy. I'm wondering what the FL laws, regulations, etc. would be in regards to this or who else to contact? Thanks! -- Roman

There is an extremely small number of licensed necromancers in the US, all of them we keep close tabs on. You can contact he Necromantic Licensing Board for more information but some basics are:

36 months practice

Regular mandatory safety training

Licensing Board Approval every 5 years

There's maybe ten in the country that pass all of those requirements, and even then full body necrotic reanimation is prohibited, soul capturing is prohibited, etc. Most practicing necromancers are purely for research and reverse engineering/dispelling unlicensed necromancy.

That being said, I'd also contact Professor Diabolicus at AbSci University. They're the foremost necromancer in the country, and they have a tendency to....ramble. Sit in on their regular "Get It Right Before They Come Back Wrong" lecture. You might glean something.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #advice #AbSci University #ETCetRA

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WARNING: BODYHORROR AND GORE

Part 2 of this

It’s tumblr and yknow what I’m gonna put actual descriptions and some backstory so there!

Also correction: Chris is supposed to be subject 003 and Elise is supposed to be subject 004

Subject 004 (dancing shadow)

Contained

Semi infectious

Cooperating

One of our top agents became infected before arriving at the facility, she was put in quarantine upon showing symptoms and over time her condition became worse and her face began to rot and mutate however her sanity is still intact however the infection has shown no signs of slowing down. She is cooperating with all containment and quarantine procedures but is slowly deteriorating both physically and mentally. She theorizes that she became infected after 003 kissed her on the cheek before she left for work.

Subject 001 (the vessel)

Status: lost

Extremely infectious

Uncooperative

Seemingly just an infected house cat, 001 has the ability to speak English. Although her voice is gargled and pained. She fully understands everything she is saying and the few “conversations” between researchers and 001 have proven that 001 is highly intelligent and is aware of her infectious nature. She wants to spread the infection to everyone she can as she describes it as something to be desired and the infected become “beautiful”

Subject 005 (telemarketer)

Status: uncontained

Non infectious

Malicious

005 was admitted to a local hospital presenting to the emergency room with a highly infected and necrotic bite on his arm, he claims he was attacked by a cat at work but the bite mark looks more human than animal. Within only minutes in the hospital his arm fell off and 005 became more irrational and violent. It’s unclear what happened next, reports from survivors of the incident say that 005 began attacking people with a sharp goring appendage where his right arm used to be. 005 was also reported to mimic voices of those who were already killed by it which lured more staff towards danger, it was also reported to call 911 to attack officers who responded to the call. The Hospital was evacuated by [redacted] however 005 seemingly escaped and is now under high priority for containment. Nobody in the hospital showed any signs of infection.

#dweebsmcart #dan vs #infection au

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(re)cover: the campaign

If you're wondering why the blog has been quiet these last few weeks it's because Shalee (director of KamehameHamlet) and I are ramping up for a remount of her show (re)cover: The Campaign. First performed in 2022 as for of the Right Here showcase, she is performing it along with two friends this Friday as part of a larger event which includes a panel discussion following the performance. For Twin Cities folks, this event is free and open to the public, click to learn more about the event including parking and venue information here. (re)cover: The Campaign Meadowbrook Guild Bounty Board Typically Meadowbrook is a safe and attractive community full of loving families and giggling children. But as of a week ago, a scourge, believed to be magical in nature, has suddenly appeared in our neighborhood. Passersby are reporting radiated debris covering blighted plant life and a revolting stench. Without witnesses or evidence of an inciting event, We cannot say how the scourge appeared in sleepy Meadowbrook. The Guild has researched recent and historical records of the area, but believe magic is affecting the community’s memory, as no one can place what was there before. We fear that the scourge will spread and could cause complete decimation. Seeking: Two seasoned surveyors with experience investigating unusual and necrotic events. Mission: Enter the scourge, identify the cause, and report expert recommendations to the guild for immediate action. ______________________________________________________________ (re)cover: The Campaign is a performative role-playing story. Created by Shalee Mae Cole Mauleón and determined by two improviser actors. On April 26th, Beckett Love and Bri Patnode and their characters take on this bounty.

Click here to watch the prologue / teaser from the 2022 run.

#theatre #twin cities #minneapolis #saint paull

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OK, I'm less surprised that those gith were able to find us - we're right at the far western edge of the map and just opened a useful waypoint:

Much as Hector would like to, we're not going that way yet. Far too much still to do in the Shadowlands.

Right next to this waypoint, however, just to the north, is a bunch of shadow-cursed enemies and this extremely ominous-looking entrance:

Hector has hated every single thing he has experienced in Reithwin Village and I suspect he's not going to like this part any better.

Unsurprisingly the place is extremely full of dead, mutilated bodies.

Highly amused by this interchange that fired off as soon as we entered:

Obliterated.

TBH I think Shadowheart is, much more quietly, having almost as shitty a time in Reithwin as Hector is. As (I think?) @zenjestrr pointed out in my stream playthrough - she tries to act real tough and edgelord to please her goddess, but she approves every time we are nice to children and animals; fundamentally it's pretty clear that everything she's seeing here is clashing with her personal sense of right and wrong even if she's terrified of what that implies.

And she can't even talk about it with Hector or any of the rest of the party since that would mean admitting that something is wrong with the way she's been taught to see the world.

It's hard to say how much of this is actual Sharran behavior and how much of it is Ketheric and co. having gone completely off the deep end, but either way there's no way she's as calm as she's trying to act.

A note lies on a nearby barrel:

>:|

I actually found the hidden wall before I found the note bc Shadowheart is a boss and perceptioned the button. Walked into the vault expecting to maybe get some fun treasure - what I actually found was two charred dead bodies, an apple, a ring of deception +1, and this:

...Sure. O.O

The morgue proper looks even worse. Blood everywhere, poison clouds coming out of the vents, and numerous undead sprawled around, apparently just vibing.

After clearing the zombies out and looking around, Hector noticed that of the three doors leading south, north, and west out of this room, the southmost one has been wiped clean of dust. That seems very odd to notice but probably significant, so we'll go that way first.

Inside we find a dead aasimar Harper, Olam, and yet another journal of the last days as Reithwin fell to the darkness.

I got three different inspirations for reading this - two from Hector and Gale for Sage and one from Shadowheart for Acolyte.

This is particularly interesting because the orthon in the Shar temple mentioned an aasimar in conjunction with speculating on why Raphael wanted him to kill Dark Justiciars. I can only guess that this is the aasimar in question, but he's a Harper; what does he have to do with Raphael?

He also left some notes and a key to something called a "necrotic laboratory"; I'm assuming that's one of the other doors from the main room and that this guy was trying to experiment and find a way to lift the curse (unsuccessfully).

I kind of enjoy the idea of "magical research" as a concept. It sort of feels like how the idea of "mathematical research" in our world feels sort of out there - how do you find "new" math? But with both math and magic there are, it seems, always new things to be learned.

The main room is completely full of poison by now. Let's quickly try the other two doors and get out of here.

Western door unlocks with Olam's key and reveals yet more horror and blood.

Some notes left behind from Malus Thorm here, which are exactly as unpleasant as you would expect:

There's also some notes about his research for a paralytic poison derived from a "carrion crawler."

This displeases me because I remember carrion crawlers from Baldur's Gate 2 and they were gross.

There's also a lever in here which opens the final door. Excellent. Let's go take a look at that and then--

JFC, what?

OK, so this is a fairly awful looking pit. Noxious looking gases and a lot of dead bodies and blood at the bottom. There is a visible path downwards but it's not immediately obvious how to get onto it.

In the end I loaded up Shadowheart and Gale both with Dimension Door and had them portal Karlach and Hector around the place. There's a path out the rear as well which we'll check out in a moment, but down into the pit first.

Surprisingly, the noxious gases don't actually appear to be noxious, but the whole area is an acid surface and we do get to fight a bunch of these little guys, as well as the Hollow Armor mentioned in Olam's notes.

Other than this, though, not really much to see, so we'll try the rear path.

...Goodie.

This actually was not as ominous as the name implies; it brought us out to an area across the water from the Last Light and just north of the entrance to the Sharran complex, at what appears to be some sort of fishing hut.

JK thirteen cursed Kuo-Toa just spawned around me...

Luckily Gale has a new toy as of his last level-up:

Dats Fireball babeeee.

Also quite enjoyed Shadowhearts' spirit guardians on this fight; just had her run around and bump into people until they fell over.

There was nothing of particular use on the kuo-toas or the fishing hut, except a high quality pun from some poor bastard consumed by shadow a hundred years ago.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #long rambly explorational post once again XD

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hi there. i understand that your church is not a fan of trans people. but please know that the anti-trans movement (the sources you tend to reblog) is full of lies. i don't expect you to like us, i know we're "sinners" according to your church's interpretation of the bible. but just as i would trust you to know yourself best, to make the choices that are right for you even if i don't understand them, please give us the same grace. the anti-trans rhetoric is killing us, very literally.

A 2016 medical article documenting the tragic death of one of the participants in the linchpin Dutch study upon which the entire child sex change experiment is based indicates that puberty suppression was to blame for the young person’s death. The case is that of an 18-year-old trans-identified male whose puberty was blocked by the Dutch researchers at a very early stage, meaning there wasn’t enough penile tissue for surgeons to use to create a “neo-vagina.” Therefore, a more risky procedure using a section of the patient’s bowel was necessary, which resulted in fatal necrotizing fasciitis. ... The investigation into the young person’s death revealed that the deadly strain of E-Coli most likely came from the patient’s own intestines, not from the hospital setting, meaning that the more risky vaginoplasty surgery necessary due to early puberty suppression almost certainly caused the fatality.

Read the full article here.

The Catholic Church does not hate trans people, the Church does not even see transgenderism/gender dysphoria as a sin. The Church simply recognizes that God doesn't make mistakes; no one is born in the wrong body even if they don't fit socially constructed gender stereotypes. The body and soul are not separates; together they make up one substance.

We humans are integrated beings. That means our souls don’t reside in a round glowing ball in the middle of our chest. Our bodies aren’t something to detest, something that holds our soul for now but isn’t important. We are one being. So just as much as your soul is you, so is your body you. What we do with our bodies matters. You don’t just hurt my nose if you punch my face, you hurt me. If someone uses my body sexually for their own gratification, it’s not just my body that is affected, I am affected – my whole personhood has been hurt by being objectified.

Emphasis are mine. Read the full article here.

By posting the experiences of detransitioners like Luka Hein here, my intention is to warn people that this could happen to them if they go down this path. I don't want them to suffer these side effects for the rest of their lives.

#transgenderism #transgender ideology #trans #lgbt #Luka Hein #asks

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purplekoop · 5 months

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Yeah the joke writes itself.

Moira

New Role: Damage Health: 225

I'm sparing the backstory section again because I don't have anything super compelling or distinct in mind. The best idea I have on that front is that Moira's research is more focused around studying entropic decay by subjecting others to it, then drawing upon the power of decay itself. Instead I can first explain Moira's main defining change in this requeue: her weapon.

This should be familiar to anyone else who's savvy about looking at old hero concepts like myself, but Moira in this AU now carries a long two-handed weapon, based on this concept art. It was originally considered to be how her abilities worked in the normal game, but was instead traded out for her using her hands directly to heal and harm.

Here though, I think the addition of the weapon would be important to make her role more visually apparent.

So let's start by getting into what that weapon, which I'll be calling the Necrotic Cannon, actually can do. The cannon has two firing modes, with both resembling her normal counterpart's. However, instead of a healing spray, the primary fire sprays a horrific chemical compound that eats away at matter, organic or inorganic. Similar to Mei's frost spray, the weapon rapidly fires limited-range projectiles that have a sort of conical area of effect. Each projectile deals modest damage on hit, but also inflicts a small portion of Decay. Decay is a debuff unique to Moira's kit, functioning as a damage over time effect with similar properties to burn inflicted by (main game) Ashe and Mauga, dealing 20 dps. However, Decay builds up over time relative to how many times the victim takes damage from the primary fire, up to a max of 6 seconds. The buildup of Decay is visualized on the victim's health bar, shown as a wispy purple effect over the health it will deplete. Like other DOT effects, picking up a health pack will cleanse all Decay instantly. The Necrotic Cannon has 150 ammo, and a slightly longer than average reload animation.

The cannon's alt fire, which I'll also call Entropic Beam, is a unique supplementary attack designed to combo with the primary fire. Similar to her normal succ secondary fire, it's a hitscan beam with limited range and no ammo requirement. However, the lock-on attribute is gone, requiring more precise aim. In addition, it has the unique property of only working on enemies with a buildup of Decay. Damaging decaying enemies with this attack will also speed up the time it takes for the decay to pass. In exchange, the damage per second here is high, much faster than simply spraying. In addition, you also heal relative to the damage you deal, making Moira's close-range combat style more sustainable if you can weave between attacks competently. You also can't use both attacks at once, so alternating and switching between aim styles is the key to using Moira well here.

Moira's ability 2 is another ability that interacts with decay: Necrotic Orb. While the name may also be familiar to some, its effects are simpler here. Shoot out an orb of necrotic energy, which bursts on impact with an enemy, enemy barricade, or terrain. The explosion does a small burst of 50 initial damage, and also applies 1.5 seconds of Decay, with both the initial burst and decay duration doubling on a direct hit. Decay from either the orb or the cannon can stack, up to that same 6 second limit. This is a simple ability for doing damage at range and also starting fights while spooking a group of enemies. Has an 8 second cooldown.

Ability 1 predictably is another remix to part of her standard kit: Phase Launch. Moira briefly becomes intangible (for about 0.5 seconds), then launches herself in the direction she's facing. The motion is similar to a Winston leap, though more momentum forward rather than arched upwards. The ability is more limited in how you can move and how useful it is for intangibility to account for it being used more aggressively than defensively with the change in role. Its cooldown is also increased to 8 seconds. Honestly these changes aside from the cooldown change feel the most arbitrary, maybe normal Fade would fit this kit just fine, but I'm not sure.

No name changes for this last one though: Coalescence. Moira sets the Necrotic Cannon to full power, creating a powerful piercing beam that applies both the primary and secondary effects at once. The beam causes rapid buildup of Decay, does high damage to Decaying enemies, and heals Moira based on the damage dealt. The beam has limited range but can damage any enemies in its path, and bypasses barriers, though is blocked by terrain. While firing, you can fly freely through the air, but have reduced movement speed. You can use Phase Launch while the ultimate is active, stopping the beam briefly while intangible, but not other abilities. The ultimate lasts for 6 seconds, but can be disrupted by stunning effects.

So that's Moira! Again, the jokes write themselves about how not much really needed to be changed to make her a DPS, this is probably gonna be the simplest Support to Damage conversion even with other damage-happy supports like Illari and Kiriko being added more recently. Seriously, her entire kit is intact, just not the exact execution of each ability. That said, I think the whole Decay mechanic both fits Moira's character and also gives this kit the spice it needs to not feel boring "W+M1" spray spam. I don't know if I made it obvious that this basically turns Moira into the roster's Pyro, though the exact mechanics of decay and the composition of the kit are more based on Velenna, my War Bots character who's incidentally somewhere between Moira and Pyro in a lot of ways. This isn't exactly like Velenna though, since the combo-based alt fires are relatively distinct, their secondary means of applying DOT debuffs are very different, and also just more contextual factors like the fact War Bots doesn't have ultimates but does have alt weapons make them distinct enough.

But yes, at long last, I got off my butt and did one of these. Today was a bit rough in terms of productivity, so unless I stay up tonight or make time out of thin air tomorrow, it may be a bit again until next time, especially since the next couple I have in mind are still gonna need some work. Until next time though, whenever that may be, hope you enjoyed!

#overwatch #role requeue #overwatch role requeue #overwatch au #moira #moira overwatch

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