what tragedies have you witnessed.

A pair of USMC Beechcraft UC-12F passing the Colorado River near Yuma, Az.

Hurion with a bit of perspective practice. Accident....

Accidental perspective practice

2016

Hurion, a character from Ludimie's webcomic Fressande

american surnames + dutch forenames + natural satellites BUT excluding "j"

Aapenton Aapmacon Aatfiten Aathers Abers Abrays Adornaman Adrardne Adrien Adyer Aghley Alforans Alivis Allis Alton Alvis Ancas Andington Ardix Armoss Arnought Arria Arsey Asimoon Atuarks Aullars Auncon Baldson Ballenung Balles Balvan Bareild Bares Bastatley Baston Bastys Bastyx Baxid Baxtes Bealmer Bearis Beatevera Bebrik Bechwater Belintren Bellia Belsen Bepher Beraxa Bercummon Berrison Blarks Bolledend Bonzo Boove Bordson Bottmart Boylegeto Braden Brannigh Brantersh Brarton Brays Braza Bricharna Briches Brison Bristhim Bruuk Burado Burewarry Burhegay Burpers Burtyso Buryanede Cabby Cadford Cainson Caledert Calier Callan Cameavin Camon Canne Carmara Carpent Carressa Cartever Caslexa Casmiens Cason Casquez Casselson Chale Cherrowe Chery Clanny Clene Cluck Cobers Cobrakete Cochnson Colia Coovand Copet Corertia Cornox Coste Cotes Crada Crahn Crewell Culkeld Cupon Curhand Currinus Dapete Deins Deitearph Deliviuq Despeanus Dilkinson Dillines Diock Domer Dovellis Dowerse Dricherse Dussall Edersone Edicks Edwinas Elley Erris Essey Eusosexa Evelmins Ewillince Farklibso Farza Ferley Ferthava Fiefady Finthurpa Folson Foree Forer Fradaviuq Fradder Franighn Frant Frateve Fravaliel Freginson Freilliss Frela Frelhen Frenaves Frett Galberi Galberren Galey Galyper Gamber Gards Garke Garmon Garrieks Garth Garvos Gasse Gelao Gibart Gibbson Gillydoy Ginson Girks Glarzale Goden Golle Gomastleo Gonzo Goody Gookel Goott Goren Grober Gudemice Gudurna Haland Haler Halrish Hanap Hantanson Hareittes Harpe Harrenney Hatlewil Hawyers Hawynn Healfadus Hearisef Hebbs Helandson Helling Helwing Hemon Hencurra Hephaff Hephy Hereer Heurce Hillan Hisch Hitfiell Hoanez Hobalders Hogarlero Hogiller Holke Hollega Hooder Hooks Hopet Horns Hosillis Houtle Hubbson Hulley Hullon Hunch Hurion Hurles Hypsa Hyreel Inesti Iochope Irrya Kants Kerden Kiambran Kidder Kinuster Klacholao Kliambep Klividin Knoza Lanklis Lastrie Lawri Lawyenne Lazallona Lemonne Letuckwe Liaaffer Liaald Lielie Liosefins Logeo Loper Lower Lynes Lyper Maalad Maalmer Malever Mandene Mannora Mareis Mares Marlan Marlop Marpan Marrises Martia Marviuq Massax Mater Matfins Maxiney Mccopkirk Mccorna Mccoyall Mccratt Mcfause Mciaaf Mcinsonza Mckelan Mcleor Mcley Mcliss Mcphayson Mides Mieve Milken Milvinord Mooker Moorners Mords Morron Mosime Mungton Muryald Myerroser Narroacon Nelso Neste Niarquell Nison Nobstrick Noelan Nustris Ockall Olmeney Orett Orticks Osbyespe Osimmo Paguder Palder Paltzpay Pards Pariemir Pariser Pateurgr Pecke Petendo Phron Pielandry Pimal Polaw Poreen Prado Puckerd Randelds Rayges Recht Reills Rendemp Renson Renton Rerry Riche Riemita Rionson Rishiose Ristaye Riteas Robbs Rodeip Roebarley Rokerch Roodry Rosene Rothen Rowalbert Royate Royatran Royde Rutch Sabry Salik Salogaley Salton Sannix Sarkey Sawfon Schel Schricht Seblett Sephebry Shand Shebord Shoon Shorter Sieke Sincer Skins Slowald Smans Smitz Spergrike Spett Spith Spitts Staft Stane Stans Stens Stevi Sthesef Stricer Sullia Sykeiley Tanke Tennephn Tevegomer Thennone Thers Thertoyd Thines Thith Thody Tiamuez Tinuncias Tosboyers Tower Tring Trington Trins Trisenson Triël Tuanlas Umber Vandouk Vaninch Vanor Vastry Vaune Velash Verittler Viney Vinglakar Walez Walke Waredowe Wates Weimmood Weley Whimettla Whinn Whiord Whithim Willer Willez Wisey Wister Woodge Woodgeng Woonald Woopp Woute Yandson Zierez

Border Crossing

For the last several years I've been working on a sequel to Bladedancer's Heirs and now, at last, the time has come!

I'd like to introduce Border Crossing, Book 2 of the Swordmasters Series, to be released on the 1st of February. The Kindle version is already available for pre-order and the physical version will become available on the day.

Please check it out, pre-order (or wait and order a physical copy), leave me a review if you enjoy it, and tell all your friends!

Summary

Seri the Teacher is the Captain of the Swordmasters, guardians of the Mixed-blood elves. He has held the role for a hundred years, since the death of his predecessor Weyrn. The past still haunts him, and he is convinced that Lord Hurion of the Valley-elves is constantly searching for a way to destroy the Swordmasters entirely.

Weyrn's son Seregei has grown up among the Swordmasters, and is now training to become one himself. With no sign of his training coming to an end, his patience is starting to wear thin.

But they must both try to put their own concerns aside when refugees flood into the forests around Duamelti, carrying stories of famine and war.

Sample scene under the cut

When he left the Guardhouse, Seri walked briskly up into the hills, his breath coming fast through his teeth, the rage flooding back now that he was alone again.

“Not as bad as I think?” he muttered. “How could it not be as bad as I think?” Again, he remembered that little mixed-blood girl and how she had believed that a Valley-elf had defended her home all those years ago. She had believed that her own leaders - those she should be able to trust - hadn’t even raised a hand, or if they had it had been under the command of a Valley-elf.

He kicked a stone off the path and swore, cursing Hurion. Of course this was his fault! Of course it was a threat! How could Celes not have seen that? How could Celes have told him to calm down?

The anger and pain curdled in the pit of his stomach as he walked, hardly noticing where he was going until he smelled wood smoke and realised he was about to stumble into another village. At once, he caught himself, stepping to one side of the path and taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. Nobody else could see this. He had to be calm. Where was he?

He looked out at the village again and realised that this was Dennich, where his friend Leyris lived. She was a teacher. She would understand how important this was. What a violation it was.

He brushed his hair back from his face with a quick, angry gesture, aware in the back of his mind that in the Valley-elves’ old kingdom, where they had treated their Mixed-blood subjects like slaves, he wouldn’t have been allowed to wear it even as long as he did. They hadn’t changed. They didn’t care about his people. He would not allow Hurion to make his people think the Valley-elves were their protectors. He could not do that.

He was holding his breath and closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a long breath and let it out again. He couldn’t keep standing here. Leyris lived on the edge of the village, so he could go straight to her house without having to see anybody else. He let out another quick huff of breath and started around the village, weaving between the trees.

She was working in the vegetable patch beside her house. As he approached, she looked up and smiled a greeting.

“You look like you’re having a bad day,” she said, leaning on the fence.

“Yes,” he said curtly.

“Well, let’s hear it.”

He took a deep breath and poured out the whole story: being asked to share the story of the invasion, then the news of what lies the children had been taught.

“And Hurion denies knowing anything about it,” he finished, clenching his fists, not even caring that he would normally give Hurion his title when not talking to another Swordmaster.

Leyris had listened in silence, but at that she nodded slowly. “Is that all of it?”

“It’s enough,” he said roughly, folding his arms and looking away.

“I quite agree,” she said with a sigh and walked over to open the garden gate. “I can certainly see why you’re so angry. Come in and have some tea.”

Seri rubbed his eyes with the heels of both hands. “Celes said it wasn’t as bad as I think,” he said bitterly, but the main force of the anger had gone out of it.

“Did he? Well, he might be right, but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong.” She came over to put an arm around his shoulders. “Come in and we can talk.”

Seri sighed, but he followed her into the house. It was even smaller than Iladar’s inside: a one-room cottage with her bed behind a curtain on one side and the rest of the room dominated by a table with benches on either side. He sat down on one of the benches and fought the urge to bury his face in his hands as she went to unbank the small fire and put the kettle on.

As they waited for the kettle to boil, she came and sat opposite him.

“More and more Mixed-blood children are going to Valley-elven schools these days,” she said thoughtfully. “You should know; you sent Seregei to one yourself.”

“I shouldn’t have done,” said Seri, looking at the table. “But…” He shook his head. “We didn’t really have time to take proper care of him. I know true parents do all the time, with far fewer hands and far less time every day, but…” Once again, a moment’s guilt stabbed at him as he thought of how he had criticised Weyrn and Alatani’s decision to have a child. It had also been their decision to send Seregei to a Valley-elven school. At the time, continuing that had seemed the best thing to do even though Seri had had misgivings; Mixed-blood teachers had done well by all the Swordmasters until Celes.

He tried to brush off the thought. Seregei looked a lot like his parents and while that usually wasn’t a problem, he didn’t want to think about it now.

“Well, everyone has their reasons, and I wish they didn’t,” said Leyris with a deep sigh. The kettle began to whistle and she went to pour some water into cups. “Before long I’m going to be entirely out of a job. Things are already thin.”

Seri blinked, taking his cup absently. “I didn’t know…”

“Well, it makes sense,” she said bitterly. “Many of the people in my village - and the surrounding ones - need all the hands they can get for their crafts and farms. They can’t afford for their children to spend hours with me as well as half of every day at school, even without having to pay twice. I already wasn’t a favourite with anyone except my friends.” She took a drink of her tea and continued, “And don’t think it’s pure selfishness; I don’t like to see our stories neglected any more than you do.”

Seri scowled into his tea. “Time and resources and our history being forgotten… all the more reason that Mixed-bloods should not send our children to Valley-elven schools.”

Leyris smiled. “So what do you plan to do? There’s a lot that could change, and the Swordmaster captain would be worth listening to.”

Seri nodded. “We should encourage parents to embrace the old ways of teaching again,” he said thoughtfully, smiling to himself as he remembered happy days sitting in a circle with his own teacher and fellow students, singing rhymes of lore and learning Bladedancer’s stories by heart.

“But the old ways on their own can’t compete,” said Leyris. “I’ve put a lot of thought into this, Seri; we need to change. That’s why I learned to read.”

Seri shook his head. He hadn’t learned to read as a child and saw no reason to do so now. “No; our traditions have stood us in good stead for thousands of years. We shouldn’t abandon them.” He shook his head again. “I… never should have sent Seregei to one of their schools.”

“Seri, there are problems that need to be solved: Valley-elven schools are filling a gap we weren’t. We need to teach reading and writing and -”

“No, I think I know what to do now,” said Seri, looking up at her with a smile. He didn’t have a plan, but it was at least a positive purpose. He could raise up their traditions again and go back to the security and contentment he had known as a child. He could show that they didn’t need the Valley-elves. He could ensure that no more children learned lies about the leaders they were supposed to trust.

That thought alone made him feel better. “Thanks for listening.”

Leyris sighed, but forced a small smile. “Any time. Just think about what I’m saying too, will you?”

Seri nodded and he downed his cup of tea. “And thank you for the tea,” he said, grinning a little. Then he got up and left, walking back out into the forest.

***

If that sounds good, you can find the rest here!

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Thinking about getting a new tablet, but I don’t think I’m gonna go with the Wacom this time, I wanna branch out and find something else. Any suggestions? I’m thinking about getting the Hurion H610

From 70s, the DAF Variomatic Huron 4A Cosworth

getting started with digital painting on a graphics tablet (keeping in mind that I’m not that great of a painter to begin with)

did yall know cintiqs need to be attached to computers to be used and didnt tell me

sdhfsdhshd i cannot fucking believe

to think i even wasted a single second of my time even considering wanting one i THOUGHT THE ENTIRE

PURPOSE AND COST

WAS THAT YOU COULD DRAW DIGITALLY

ON THE GO WITHOUT A COMPUTER

voyagers

im thinking abt selling my old tablets because??? i have three and i only use one of em so i have 600$ worth of tablet stuff just hanging out n collecting dust.

Alternatively D&D Hurion

hurion fashion mb...

french and german forenames + high, dark and wood elves names from warhammer universe + sindarin names

Abonn Adelin Aedir Aelise Aelissh Aelost Agalad Alance Alendert Alith Almiredhel Alothmog Amélan Andine Andle Anduil Anflette Angertrand Anghollin Angine Angol Anguir Annel Aradwellin Arain Aramar Arath Aresa Argings Arnoldes Arond Arong Arves Arwaith Ascalad Asfaladha Astel Astold Aston Avalair Avalia Azuman Balath Balch Balron Banadilock Barath Barked Baster Bel-nen Belthie Belthios Besirand Betheg Betwandr Blach Bolde Borliam Boundel Bregost Breth Bried Brilo Brinor Brithrence Brunír Busscrost Cairual Calberen Calendar Caminaldor Camloth Caragost Carath Caria Carian Caried Ceben Celender Celeviève Celossa Celoth Cering Chade Chenriel Chind Chirwenia Chrin Chrindor Cirie Cirien Clair Cleaf Climp Cords Corvassai Cristin Cun'kai Curaa Daede Daeth Dagiellerd Danel Danion Daurufine Davith Delphil Denedhane Dhula Dimbregar Dimril Dolindon Dolluin Dreaster Drelle Drete Dretheg Duina Duinas Duinu Dwaiths Dydrass Eaglas Eastinúvie Eastoro Echiel Edikt Eglassa Eillflind Eldir Elenne Ellow Elmuths Elphirwen Eltharach Elulianath Emelion Emmant Enchaldir Endelfred Enely Enniel Eraithaer Erchentz Eredrin Erestaroth Eryll Esgar Esten Ethol Exand Fabring Fanuelian Farinh Fater Fathon Fechas Felair Fenil Fergrod Fiarwain Figurt Flath Flood Folkar Folla Forfalarin Forgan Forlonna France Frandrey Fulls Fydhilde Fëanoth Fíril Gabright Gaerond Galarna Gater Gebharbad Gelicio Gelika Genet Genil Gerdilen Giverin Glair Glanargang Glauding Gloth Glóriedros Golanie Gondisle Gondré Gorlond Gornan Gorns Gorthor Greyman Gynnas Gérardhîn Hadorist Haelond Haerome Haragdûr Harde Hardh Heide Heightin Helmuther Henne Henrice Herse Hewen Himlain Horette Hugustin Hulayadrim Hultrud Hurion Húriarc Iarwen Idrikari Idrim Ikiritz Ilong Indir Iniel Inion Irian Islen Ivorn Janarrow Janièle Jeanluin Jeannas Jennil Johamindui Johansgal Jonathon Jürgette Kathron Kevinced Killore Kirion Kychter Labadanell Labarathan Ladilas Ladred Laegos Laeth Lamire Langud Lanhíril Laressiril Laroshen Laugline Laume Layadar Lebrían Legund Levorn Lindalette Lindrey Lisen Lithanet Lithiodir Lithrad Loriam Lorian Lorrion Lothlad Lovens Lunette Luralduin Lydieter Lydin Lóminiel Lúthane Lútharong Lütol Maidh Maidhol Malad Malduinel Manor Mantry Marthas Mastella Maximillia Meinis Melthir Mened Methrad Mights Milip Mistien Mitheruin Mithlum Mithrine Mithurina Mohanel Morgon Morguetter Morlin Mornost Morthor Morwig Moval Myrilthin Mélin Naithar Nameleg Nandir Nandrach Nasarnur Neska Ngely Noedil Noedilass Noedith Nogotte Noémillad Nínen Núnedain Océanedial Ophiny Oppren Orchel Orianduir Orianne Oring Ornhermar Orochrimb Orondon Orthath Osydiant Osydine Outhriss Palexands Parthain Pation Patridges Peleb Pelydh Pelyn Perith Peron Petel Phinoright Pointel Rallont Ranck Rançois Rather Refix Reinz Reunitine Rhovar Robers Rushipwrim Rúnos Sabad Saked Sandrim Sedra Sedrovass Segaldor Selhark Selle Sengruin Senlucie Senmouths Seranderl Sergildon Severs Shang Shermain Siamart Siliarog Sophille Sothin Spine Sprin Storhian Strain Streenluin Strond Stéphance Swordof Sylvage Sylving Sébas Sévelon Taeglir Talinrion Tamak Tamariel Tamathilip Taodi Tarfalas Targil Tarmarin Tauring Tefar Tellent Thane Tharpharl Thedy Thelmut Thion Thonika Thords Thring Tille Tirriel Tomargann Toriantry Towerelia Tread Tream Treeds Trich Udauren Ulfange Ulrika Ulwares Unmarcus Valie Valérichel Velika Vernil Wellas Willey Willy Winess Wosephe Xavin Youngoroch Yr-kith Zamdir Zubara Íretty

Following a bad call (involving a sniper and a not so cool jump) Kaede Bahardin (@jinglejangleurshitupbro ) a major head wound and extreme measures were required. An advanced brain scan captured everything that could be saved and converted it into an A.I. and some favors with the Hurion Business Commission were called in (among other things).