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dariaslore · 10 months

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Hi, I see it is in trend to have your own Winx AU these days and I mean, who can blame us? (Y'all doing a great job guyss💕). I may have one too and I finally decided to share some lore.

I did worldbuilding on some of the planets, but first a short intro.

Magic Dimension

The Magical Dimension is organized into planets, but these are more like continents or or very big states. Thanks to magic, various points of communication have been created, there can be official portals, in fact they have created pillars that keep them always open by exploiting the magic of the planets themselves, sea portals, ecc. In short if you don't have a ship nor you have energy and skills to waste in teleportation, you can travel between planets by using these portals, all you need to do is to pay a little fee.

The most prominent planets are Domino, Solaria, Linphea, Callisto, Andros, Eraklyion, Zenith, Melody, Whisperia, Magix and then Earth. These 11 planets are kinda like the 19th Century Europe of the Magic Dimension, geographically really close to each other and always fighting and trying to gain the upper hand.

Domino, Solaria, Eraklyion (half-decayed), Whisperia all have 4 an imperialist pasts, especially Domino. Domino loves conquest and before its fall, it was the richest and most powerful planet in the entire Dimension. Every each planet has been under Domino's influenced sometime in its secular history. Both Solaria and Eraklyion want to be the new Domino, Whisperia (The planet of Witches, one of the few planets to have not been created by The Great Dragon, but The Phoenix) just wants to mess around and has a taste for chaos.

Beyond them there are other prosperous and wealthy planets, but decidedly more discreet and with no delusions of grandeur.

Let's start with the first planets were going to talk about:

SOLARIA: How to get along with Witches☀️

Territory: The whole of Solaria is shaped like a spiral, lapped by the sea from both inside and outside. The outer skeleton of the spiral consists of small mountains. The inner part of the spiral is mostly flat. It may resemble a Nautilus.

Despite year-round sunshine and nonexistent rainfall, Solaria had a varied expanses of fields, flowers, low shrubs and flashes of small forests. Water comes from the mountains and collects in small streams and in many underground aquifers and gorges.

The spiral is divided into 3 coils, the innermost and most fertile are the 1st and 2nd coils. The 3rd loop, the outermost, is way more rocky and desertic.

The inner coasts on the 1st and 2nd spirals are beautiful, endless expanses of sand and between these 2 spirals the Solaria Reef opens up in the middle of the Solaria Sea. The outer shores are rocky of almost gray/white stone. At the end of the 3rd loop, you can see stacks in the sea: the moonstones.

There are 3 suns, Solas, Icarus and Albus, and 2 moons, Koray and Kale. The 2 moons are the most visible in the 3rd spiral, where they dominate night and day in the sky. In the 1st and 2nd spheres they are less visible.

Climate: Year-round sunshine, mild temperatures, neither too hot nor cold. It almost never rains.

Population: Solaria has a very compact population where fairies and witches seem to live together almost in peace. Ofc there are the classic squabbles, but they are very dumb all based either on clothing or prejudices and dumb stereotypes, which both witches and fairies have. This is due to the dual nature of the planet, both planet of light, sun, and planet of moon.

The three main cities are Surya, Teoma and Aku, on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd spira respectively.

Surya is the capital, royal city, political and administrative center, and has a prevalence of light magic users. Teoma, center of commerce, famous for entertainment, nightlife and one of the fashion and movie industry capitals of the Magic Dimension. Aku, the city of the moon, is where the majority of witches live. Witches in Solaria take the name of enchantresses, and they mostly have light-related powers despite being witches (Chimera and Cassandra are great examples. These bitches are two enchantresses). Aku is home to the Beta Academy, and while sun-related spells are preserved on Surya, Aku has archives of moon-related spells. It is a predominantly academic city, and has its own small Inner Council and its own autonomous government, with an attached aristocracy. Stella's mother, Luna, is an enchantress and she is from Aku. In Aku Luna is still referred to as the Queen of Solaria and she is the ruling monarch de facto of Aku and its county.

Solarians are generally very open, sociable, but at the same time a bit narcissistic and self-centered. Often obsessed with themselves and vanity, they would all love to be famous, making Solaria the planet of gossip, reality TV, and tabloids. Of note is their ubiquitous sincerity and sense of style.

Domino and Solaria have always been allies as two neighbors with common boundaries, never betraying each other and thick as thieves. They both exert their influence on lesser planets. The County of Aku also gets along with Whisperia and have rich commercial and cultural exchanges.

The general architectural style is rooted in Rococo pageantry, the royal palace is full of mirrors, and the cities of Surya, Aku and Teome are chock-full of fountains, gardens, water features and fine palaces of marble and white stone. Gold abounds on Teome and Surya, whilst Aku is stuffed with silver at every single corner.

Language: Solese. Very melodic language, it could be ascribed as a mixture of French and Spanish. Obv the standard language of Magix is spoken.

Politics: Monarchy. Solaria loves Radius, long live their king. Radius is a quiet, moderate king and with the aid of his crew of ministers keeps the rest of the Solarian monarchy in check and tries to get everyone to get along. However, each city in Solaria has its own small council by election, in the case of Teoma and Surya these councils constit of the mayor of the city and his men. In Aku things are a bit different, the city has a mixture of aristocrats and common people with long historical roots, and so it has retained a certain independence from the central power. Radius knows that Aku has different needs as The Moon City and he respects that, posing more as an overseer than a monarch. The sovereign of Aku is de facto Queen Luna, Stella's mother.

Solaria is a rich planet, the economy is rampant and the entertainment and fashion industries are a mainstay. The lifestyle of many Solarians is lavish and they do not hesitate to indulge in a few vices.

Religion and Co : The focus is placed on the 3 suns and their behavior; they are true deities and livelihood of the planet along with the 2 moons. The Great Dragon is also a central figure.

Much attention is placed on crystals and their meanings and properties. Cuisine? Rich, expensive and sweets are a blast: land of gluttons.

#winx #winx club #winx au #solaria #winx stella #worldbuilding

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diddlesanddoodles · 4 years

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DUMPLING ch 52

The further into forest they traveled, the older and larger the trees seemed to become. The naked branches of the deciduous slowly became less prevalent as coniferous took over and their path grew all the more dark. The forest floor was a mingled blanket of dried leaves, pine cones, and pine needles. As a result, the sound of the giants’ footsteps was accented by the crunching of the debris below.

It was far too easy to remember the fear,confusion, and hurt Nenani felt the last time she found herself in a forest, and those same feelings readily bubbled up to the surface. Though, there was no dead dragon floating in a river. Her mother was not there, but back in Vhasshal. Even with the solid presence of both Farris and Keral, she could not calm the worming anxiety in her brain. Though she did not expect a dragon to appear and attack them, there was still the deep fear that something was amiss.

“What’s wrong, lil’un?”

Farris’s question caught her off guard, having been too engrossed in her own thoughts to realize that her nervousness might have been perceptible. She had taken to watching the path behind them as Farris and Keral maneuvered through the trees, but when Farris broke the silence with his question, she gave a start.

“Nothing,” she answered, though the speed of her reply gave away the lie. “I’m fine.”

“Yer fidgetin’,” he pointed out, pinning her with a single expectant eye.

“…No I’m not,” Nenani protested, ducking down into the pack slightly. She did not want to try to explain her fears because she would first need to unravel them for herself, and in that moment she very much did not want to do that.

“Yes, ye are,” he pressed, and the same eye narrowed.

“This place is creepy,” she admitted, leaving all the rest unsaid. “I feel like we’re being watched.”

“Very well could be,” Keral commented. He was a pace or two ahead of Farris, having taken the lead, and pushed a branch out away from his face. The dry wood snapped in his hand and he tossed it away. “These woods are old. Older than the Blackwood certainly. Makes me think this might be Brennan’s estate. His family are big sportsmen. They love their hunting. Their ancestral home is supposed to be built on the last patch of ironwood left in all of Vhasshal. And I’d bet my left foot these are ironwoods.”

“What’s ironwood?” Haiyer asked, poking his head up from the folds of Keral’s pocket.

Keral looked down at the small face peeking up at him. “It’s a particular kind of tree. And since ye have a fairy friend, this might interest ye some. Thousands of years ago, all this land and most of the continent was ruled by elves.”

Jae rolled his eyes, propping his head in his hand and looking on in boredom. Keral either did not see or chose to ignore him and continued on with his story.

“Then there was some fightin’ between them and us big folk. Elves called us mountain men since we mostly lived up near the mountains in those days, but more and more we started moving into the valleys. The Elves didn’t like that and tried to drive us back. Skirmishes turned to battles and then to war.”

“There’s always a war in these old legends,” Jae muttered, picking at the bandage of his splinted arm that peeked out from his coat’s sleeve. “Why couldn’t they come up with something a little more original?”

Keral reached back over his shoulder, pressed his fingers onto the boy’s head and shoulders, and forced Jae back down into his pack. “Quiet. Yer interruptin’ my story.”

Jae popped back up, hair disheveled, and wore a fierce snarl, but was obediently silent as Keral continued.

“The elves allied themselves with the Fae,” Keral went on. “And the humans allied themselves with us. It weren’t just us that the Elves were pushin’ around. Humans got the short end of that particular stick too. So there was a war. Lasted a good hundred years they say. But somewhere along the line, someone got smart and began to plant ironwood saplings all across the land. Y’see, the Fae were the reason the Elves had the upper hand in the war. Without them, the Elves just didn’t have the numbers. But the thing with Fae creatures ye have to remember is that iron hurts ‘em.”

“Iron?” Nenani asked. “Why?”

“Just an old superstition,” Farris answered. “Though I suppose ye might be able to ask Ellis one day if it’s true.”

“And the Fae hate ironwood trees, because of the sap,” Keral said as he reached inside his coat and pulled a small knife from his belt. Stepping up to one of the larger trees, he sliced a long line across the bark. After only a few seconds, a thick dark red sap began to ooze from the wound. Keral wiped a finger across it, collecting the sap, and held his finger up with a grin. It was convincing enough that if Nenani had not seen him take the sap from the tree she would have believed it to be blood. He held the sap close so that Haiyer could get a good look. “Makes ‘em sick, ye see.”

The little boy reached out and poked his finger into the sticky glob. When he pulled it back out, a thin string of sap connected his finger and Keral’s. He waved his hand, trying to break the strand, but only managed to cover it in thin sticky tendrils. He stared at his hand in annoyance as though blaming it for the predicament.

“Well, ironwood trees take roughly a hundred years to mature,” Keral continued. “And suddenly the Fae weren’t as helpful in the war as before with so many of them all over the place. Couldn’t chop ‘em down fast enough. The tide turned in our favor and in the end we won. The elves sailed away across the sea to another continent and the land was divided between us and the humans.” He rapped his knuckles against the tree trunk. “Ironwood makes fer good for building lumber since it’s so sturdy. There ain’t a whole lot of ‘em around anymore, though. A good bit of the castle’s supports are ironwood.”

“All the wood in Warren’s office is made of it too,” Jae contributed, picking at his bandages again. He was playing with the idea of removing them completely. His arm didn’t hurt at all anymore, and between the weeks of healing and all the potions and tonics he had been forced to guzzle by both Maevis and Yaesha, he was more than confident his arm was finally mended. Enough to go without the splint, in any case.

From Keral’s pocket, Haiyer suddenly gagged and spat as he pulled a sap covered finger from his mouth. “Ugh–! Yuck!”

“Well don’t eat it!” the ranger exclaimed in exasperation. “Gods above, don’t go stickin’ weird shit in yer mouth ye lil’ git! Ye don’t know if it’s poisoned.”

Farris laughed and lightly slapped his brother’s shoulder. “It won’t hurt ‘em none. Ironwood sap ain’t poisonous. Just bitter as hell. Actually a useful antiseptic.”

“I know that, but I’m sure this one didn’t,” Keral shook his head as he regarded the little prince with a vexed eye. “Let that be a lesson to ye then. We keep our hands to ourselves and outta our mouths. Yeah?”

Haiyer nodded with a sullen expression, having been thoroughly rebuked. He stuck his tongue out and blew, as though it would help clear away the acrid taste. “Blegh.”

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Keral called for a rest and chose a clearing ringed by seven tall pine trees. Farris carefully slipped his pack off his shoulders, doing his best to not jostle Nenani too badly as he did so. Once she was on the ground, he placed the pack off to the side and sank down against the tree trunk, eyes closed. Though he had not complained at all during the day’s trek, Nenani could see the fatigue on his face. As though sensing her eyes on him, Farris opened one eye and quirked his eyebrow at her questioningly.

“Are you alright?” she asked, voice soft.

He waved a hand at her. “S’just what happens when ye get older. Ye get tired.”

“You’re not old,” she assured him, which earned her a thin smile from the giant.

“Tell that to my feet,” he replied and closed his eye again.

“Told ye to take my spare boots,” Keral berated mildly from the other side of the clearing where he was helping Haiyer down from his pocket. “Yer kitchen slippers aren’t meant fer hikin’ cross the wilderness.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with my boots,” Farris clapped back and then muttered under his breath in a salty grumble, “Hm. Kitchen slippers. Bah.”

A few steps away from Keral’s pack, Jae was stretching out his muscles. He bent himself in half to touch his naked toes and leaned one way and then the other to straighten out his back and sides. He pulled his leg up to stretch the calf, but when he placed it back onto the ground, he gave a sudden yelp when he stepped barefooted right onto a small pine cone.

Stifling a laugh, Keral began to rummage around in his pack, seeming to find whatever it was he was searching for. The ranger stood up, slipping something into his pocket, and then walked towards the edge of the clearing where he disappeared behind a cloister of trees. His voice called back at Jae jovially. “Careful there, lad. Lots ‘a pokey things out here.”

Jae glowered on after him. Keral was a far more convenient target for Jae’s irritation and all the more so for the fact that the ranger couldn’t see the rude gesture the boy threw in his direction.

Unlike Jae, Haiyer seemed perfectly fine with walking across the ground without any shoes, and the pine needles and leaves and cones did not seem to bother him one bit. Feeling just the slightest bit of jealousy, Jae went about clearing himself a spot on the ground. Once the debris had been carefully brushed away, Jae sat down with his blanket. He pulled his arms out from his coat and began to unravel the bandages of his splint. With his arm freed, he laid the messy ball of cloth and the two flat splints down beside him and slipped back into his coat. He wrapped himself back into his blanket and laid back onto the ground to stare up at the thick canopy above. The fading daylight was sparsely visible through the thicker branches of the evergreen’s needles and, if he squinted, he could almost believe he was looking up at the night’s sky full of stars.

Haiyer was ambling about and plucking up the stray pine cone or leaf, picking at it for a moment, and then discarding it once his interest had dissolved or been pulled on to the next object. Nenani followed Jae’s example and cleared herself a spot on the ground and took a seat. The day had maintained a steady chill, but as the light was beginning to fade she felt as though the warmth was beginning to fade in equal measure. Though, sitting nearer to Farris, she could feel the heat of his body, and with her wool dress and blanket, she was not cold save for face and nose. It was tolerable and did not bother her too much.

After a few minutes, Keral returned with several spindly branches tucked under his arm. “We’ll camp here tonight.”

“Thought we were just restin’,” Farris said, opening his eyes, and regarding his brother curiously. There was a slight edge to his tone, as though he suspected Keral might be pitying him and his sore feet.

“If it was just me, I’d be movin’ on,” he replied. “But with ye not being used to this and the little ones, I think it best we not push it. We’ll start a fire, have a bit of food and rest, then move on at first light.”

Having his suspicions confirmed, Farris snorted. “I ain’t a tenderfoot ye need to baby, Keral.”

“Be that as it may,” Keral replied, not rising to the taunt and in fact looking quite serious. “I don’t know these woods. Neither do ye. We have three children to keep alive and many more miles to cover before we’re anywhere familiar. So I’m playin’ it safe fer now.” His grim expression abruptly spun on its head and he grinned. “And besides, tenderfoot ye ain’t. But I’ll be bettin’ yer feet are tender enough.”

Farris grunted and rolled his shoulders. “Bah. Come off it.”

“I’ll get the fire goin’ and we’ll get some supper started,” Keral continued. Nenani perked up and, having spent most of the day trying to ignore her gnawing hunger, found the notion of food very appealing. Keral pulled out a sack from deep within his pack as well as a few parcels of waxed parchment. “Field rations ain’t anything like ye yer use to throwin’ together, but we’ll make do just fine.”

Mimicking his brother, Farris sat back up to rummage through his own pack. He pulled out a bundle of his own, wrapped in a dark blue tea towel, and sat it in his lap.

As he went about readying some kindling and wood for the fire, Keral eyed his brother curiously.

“What’s that there?”

“Bread,” Farried answered. Nenani marveled at it, realizing she had been likely standing on it the entire day and had even slept on it, all the while never knowing it was just below her. Pulling a metal tin from his pack and giving it a once over with his eyes, Farris looked surprised but pleased. Setting it down beside him, he said, “Bit of pepper here.”

“Pepper,” Keral echoed in a flat, disbelieving voice. “Ye brought fuckin’ pepper?”

“And just what’s wrong with that?”

“Who the fuck packs pepper in an emergency?” Keral demanded.

“It was in my bag from a time before and I just grabbed it without emptyin’ it first,” Farris replied with only a slight hint of defensiveness. He realized perfectly how silly it may seem, but it was a welcome find for him as he knew the sort of field rations that rangers were provided with. They were condensed versions of the same ones doled out to soldiers on a march: salted meats, smoked fish, and a sack of potatoes. Simple and nutrient dense food to replenish the body after a day of physical exertion. Boring to Farris’s mind.

He worked with spices and bright bold flavors. The idea of eating plain potatoes without even a bit of salt or pepper was nearly insulting. Keral might find fault or humor in his supplies, but Farris was content with the happy accident and was pleased even further when he found another tin, bigger than the first.

“What other useless supplies have ye brought along? Come on, let’s have a look,” Keral said, his manner more jovial than incredulous now.

Farris popped the tin open. “Salt, rosemary, and…” he paused and held the tin closer to his nose. “Paprika.”

Keral rolled his eyes. “Yer lucky none of the lads are here. They’d have a good ol’ rouse with ye and yer damn spices.”

Farris sent his brother a challenging glare. “Yer lucky they ain’t here. I’d break each and everyone one ‘a their noses.”

Keral shrugged, relenting, and went about the task of getting a fire started.

Farris began to rise from his seat and said, “I’ll help ye get it goin’.”

“Don’t bother,” Keral replied. “I’ll handle the fire and then ye can handle makin’ the food. That way, if it’s shit, ye can’t blame me fer it.”

Farris glared at his brother, but relented the point with a shrug. “Suit yerself.”

Keral had not quite finished building the fire when Farris began to search the ground around their clearing. At one point, he was lost from sight, but when he did return, he carried a wide flat rock that was slightly curved in the middle. Keral regarded his brother with a judgmental eye. “And just what do ye mean to do with that?”

“Cook on it, ye idiot,” Farris replied shortly. He placed the rock onto the ground near the fire pit, but took a few moments to clean it best he could with the hem of his coat. “I know how ye rangers cook yer food and ye might be fine with crunching on dirt and ash, but I ain’t.”

“Ye have yer spices,” Keral quipped with a grin. “And we have ours.”

Jae snorted a laugh. “Ranger’s famous dirt and ash potatoes. Yum.”

“Ah, a wee bit ‘a ash never hurt no one,” Keral replied, striking his flint and attempting to light the bundle of tinder.

“I can do that part,” Nenani offered, already rising to her feet. She stepped out from her blanket and walked closer to where Keral knelt. The ranger regarded her curiously for a moment before blinking in understanding.

“Ah,” he said. “Right. Yer a fire mage. Forgot about that fer a second.” He gestured to the firewood. “Have at it, lass.”

In moments, Nenani had the fire blazing, and Keral happily fed the rising flames more kindling until at last they had a proper campfire. Nenani returned to her blanket and nestled back down, basking in the additional light and warmth of the fire.

The flames crackled and moved within the stone ring. With the dying light, it cast elongated and strange shadows against the trees which Haiyer did not much care for. Jae had moved to sit closer to Nenani, but they were forced to make room when Haiyer pressed himself between them. They threw mildly irritated glances his way, but the boy was oblivious.. Now that he was suitably shielded from the scary shadows, he was content to watch the fire happily dancing.

As agreed, Keral released custody of the campfire to Farris as well as his field rations. The bag of potatoes was meant to last a single ranger a few days or up to a week if strict rationing was observed in addition to foraging or hunting. The addition of the salted pork and smoked fish meant that all together they could realistically make the supply last a few days. The children would not need nearly as much as their Vhasshalan guardians so their portions were not included into the calculations.

A fourth of the bread was cut from the loaf and the rest returned to Farris’s pack. Two handfuls of potatoes were placed onto the rock close to the fire where the flames would heat the rock and the potatoes, effectively roasting them. Once the food was cooked and adequately seasoned to Farris’s standards, each of the children had either one larger potato or two of the smaller ones, a sliver of salted pork or fish, and a piece of the bread. The giants shared the rest of the cooked potatoes and bread and a bit of smoked fish. The rest of the salted pork was returned to the pack.

The bread was a heartier dark rye and vastly different from the golden crusty loaves she was used to. It had a much stronger taste and rougher texture, but she was not going to complain. It went rather well with the smoked fish and she decided she rather liked it after all. The potatoes were speckled with salt and pepper and had a slight reddish tinge to them due to the addition of paprika. Haiyer’s mouth was stained red with it as the little boy munched happily on his food.

Nenani did feel a slight sting of guilt that she, Jae, and Haiyer were able to make a more bountiful dinner of the rations than either Farris or Keral, especially considering they were doing all of the walking. Jae seemed to have had a similar train of thought.

“You sure you guys shouldn’t have ours portions too?” he asked. “I mean, you are the ones carrying us around. You need it more then we do.”

“Lovely of ye to offer, lad,” Keral replied. “But it wouldn’t make any difference. Ye three don’t eat much at all. So eat up.”

“Besides,” Farris added. “There ain’t no chance in hell I’d let ye go hungry.”

Keral reached for the still hot rock and plucked up a few of the roasted and seasoned potatoes. He studied them with a critical eye, still seeming to find the addition of spices laughable. He popped them into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“Alright,” Keral relented after a moment. He nodded to his brother. “Alright.”

Farris grinned at his brother knowingly. “Alright what?”

“Ye were right,” he said, reaching for more. “The spices help.”

Farris regarded his brother with a self-satisfied smirk.

Keral glared. “What? Ye waitin’ fer a medal?”

Farris shook his head, still grinning smugly, and took a bite from his bread. “Just enjoyin’ the moment is all.”

“Fer fuck sakes, Farris. It’s just some spiced potatoes, ye didn’t cure leprosy.”

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josthecommision · 5 years

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WIP

Been working on a new original story with several inspirations from things I love. Thanks to the great works of artists and their commissions, I am able to tell my story. Despite being only a pilot chapter that I am working on, its still a brand new story so ill be working on aspects of the world I am building like the races and even the world map (as soon as I find a good artist for that course). Here is my first breakdown, the first two members of the main cast representing their races. (if you want, you can ignore the DnD/Pathfinder gimmick there, it was for fun) from right to left! Disclaimer that wile there are some Inspirations from real world lore and history, I took artistic liberties. With that out of the way, lets start!

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Aos Sidhe - The fairy of the hills, they are members of the Tuatha De Danaan or the people of the goddess Danu along with the Ondines if the river lands and the Half Fae that still take to the old ways after the great Fae schism. they were lead by their ancestral founder gods: Caernunos, Morrigan, Nuadha and Cu Cullain, Bridgid, and Danu as their queen.

The Tuatha De Danaan being peaceful people unless provoked, the Sidhe have taken this deeper to heart than the other three two off shoots. Hanging up their swords and spears for plows and fishing poles, they live a life of happiness and indulgence away from the worries of the violent world. Living and breading for the harvest and party, they have become skilled fishers, farmers and shepherds and all that entails, their magic having slowly shaped to meet their everyday needs. This is why a Sidhe with offensive magical abilities is rare now days.

The Sidhe have actually in a way evolved into two sub groups shaped by their environment and daily needs. The first group is the Inland Sidhe who mostly still live in their land of origin Fa-Ire’ but deep in great underground kingdoms carved from stone. They tend to be taller than their forest and island dwelling cousins and more likely y to retain the warrior way of their ancestors due to their closer proximity to the rest of the world.

Their culture is built in mining of precious stones and metals as well as harvesting roots and fungi that grows in their great complexes. Wile mostly self sufficient, trading almost exclusively with the other Tuatha De Danaan, some of the more industrious and daring Hills have begun to compete with the Dwarves of the mountain kingdoms. Inland Sidhe have also developed the ability to see in the dark allowing them almost perfect night vision but effecting their sight out doors, specially for those that live in the deepest recesses of the hill underkingdoms which is why they wear hoods when outside in the day. They tend to be the paler of the Sidhe but share hair colors and the magical eyes normal attributing to their immense magical ability and the freckles.

Exports are metals, quarry stone, precious stones, paint, art, spider silk clothing, spider silk and outside exports. Imports are fruits, vegetables, grains, fish, art wool clothing, game and farm raised animals, wood among other goods.

Some hills deep in the forest and near the east coasts have actually grown into great multicultural cities were all of the Tuatha De Danaan live together. It is in this metropolises were the second sub group if the Sidhe can began to be seen here attributed with their distinct shorter statures, darker skin and a peculiar culture that marries the traditional Sidhe culture with more exotic tastes and colors.

The sea Sidhe or water Sidhe are the second group of the Aos Sidhe. Short, darker of skin and almost exclusively peaceful, they are less likely to have members with combative abilities.

They are the farmers, fishers, shepherds and artisans and that is echoed in their proclivity for festivities and great artistic arts. Happy to keep to themselves for the most part, they happily rely on the rest of the Tuatha De Danaan for anything they are missing. Their magic almost exclusively focused on their labors, they are known to have a miraculous green thumb and even “cheat” at fishing, easily using Aquakenisis to pull their catch to their small and swift shifts only to freeze their catch for the way home.

Being islanders, their Hills a re not as grand and majestic as inland hills and don't run as deep so their houses tend to spill into the surrounding island. Despite of being masters of practical magic and overall reclusive, the fog that surrounds their territory giving it the name “Sea of mists” is some how natural and not of their doing and seems to be thickest at the very center of the sea. Being a culture of sear faring people, they have learned to navigate the thick fog flawlessly even during the day. Its this remarkable ability that has allowed them to not only conduct a perfect web of trade with the mainland unseen but also allowed them to remain hidden even to the point of becoming myth. The trade with outsiders once in a wile, conducted as if it were a dream has evolved their culture to mix with western and eastern customs, becoming some what unique and exotic.

Common traits between both groups besides their short statures are their exceptional sense of hearing, prodigal dexterity and their near eternal youth after reaching 16-18 years of age. Along with their rather long lifespans has made the illusion of immortal young adults with no adult supervision. It is this fact of near eternal youth and long life that has made the older males grow and bleach their beards as an elder status as well as woman with the tips of their hair.

As safe as the Sea of Mists is, the very center were the fog is the thickest is actually a place of great danger. Along with the forbidden pit, the Dragons pond deep in the underkingdoms and wyvern mountain’s top, the island at the center of the sea of mists is home to a biomechanical leviathan. It is said that the founding gods gifted their people artefacts, coral horns to pacify the fierce guardians of this places. It is with this few and highly treasured artefacts that allow the Sidhe to roam the most dangerous places of their homes. Despite the horns, the territories of the guardians are avoided. The Sidhe culture’s focus on a simple, honest and peaceful life away from the rest of the world can be quantified and organized by the teachings of their god founders.

Followers of Caernunnos or Cernunnos would respect nature in all forms when seeking bounty and would happily let their natures flourish. Hunters are to enjoy the challenge in the woods or at sea and would give thanks and respect for the bloody bounty. In correlation to this, butchers, cooks and crafters would strike to use every single inch of the catch from horns to bones and even organs. Waste is taboo. Followers of Cernunnoos would also freely express them selves lovingly and intimately with their lover or wife in celebration of life. To live a passionless life alone was a tragedy and followers of the horned god would even help others find their true love as “love packs on the hunt” as they were playfully called.

Just as Morrigan shares the spheres of passion with Cernunnos and war with Cu Cullain who focuses on martial prowess wile she focuses on magical might, the usual followers being female. A goddess honored in more in the hills of the deep due to more warrior like people living there, her female followers tend to be the most skilled female warriors and miners. What sets her aside from her fellow patrons besides magic is the duty to the dead the followers of Morrigan enact. In the past were war was much more prevalent, the followers of the war goddess would scour the battle fields to retrieve the dead and clean their corpses and armor for burial. Her worship has dwindled in times of peace but not gone as the guardians that keep the hills safe hold both Cu Cullain and Morrigan in high regards. It is believed that the thick endless mists are a gift of the war patron.

Nuadha is the high king of the Tuatha De Danaan second only to Danu. Patron of monarchs, Nuadha blesses the followers of the old ways and their rulers with greater skill in their arts to aid in king and country. Chiefs that follow the way of Nuadha are honor bound to lead the vanguard of every battle and thus are blessed with nearly unmatched skill so long as the pact is kept. Also patron of the brave cripples, it is believed that when he lost his arm in battle, magical artificers were divinely inspired to inspired to create arcane prosthetics. As patron of the brave cripples, it is believed that those that rise up from weakness no matter the reason are empowered when they strive to surpass their weakness.

Cu Cullain is one of the two war and martial patrons of the Tuatha De Danaan and holds over physical dominion of combat. Followers of Cu Cullain tend to be more militaristic and so focus more in the broader aspects of combat. Skilled in the lightning fast warfare of chariots, accurate marksmen ship of archers and strength in spear, sword, axe and hammer, his warriors aim to maintain such prowess. This days of ever lasting peace has seen a decline in war god reverence yet not forgotten as even peace needs safeguarding. Wile the Aos Sidhe favor violence much less than their river dueling Ondine cousins, each of the 20 Hills spread out the islands hosts 50 Sentinels at the time. Operating as Militia, scouting and peace keeping force, Cu Cullain and Morrigan Sentinels make it their duty to keep their skills honed at all times. It is debated weather it is a problem or not but Sentinel numbers have began to dwindle in numbers and youth as most of the Sentinels today are veterans that have lived several millennia, some members even being founding members. Still, as interest dwindles, the Sentinels view it as misguided indulgence and continue their endless vigil in land and sea. Waiting for the muster of the two thousand strong to fight for their land under Cu Cullain and Morrigan’s guidance.

As Bridgid discovered the Fae steel that would not burn the Fae on touché, her followers are skilled smiths and artisans. Followers of the fire patron created some of the best and sharpest weapons the world had seen, not only safe for fairies due to Fae metal but also easier to bind magic to. Now days very few still practice martial metallurgy as the smithy of a Hill now focuses on metal for every day use from simple nails to beautiful works of art. Followers of Bridgid have become so diverse that commerce has become one of her spheres and the number of her devoted grows almost rivaling Caernunos and Morrigan. few merchants of the Tuatha De Danaan go about this business with out her fiery charm.

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Nahual - Shape shifting beings of unknown origins, the Nahual are a scattered people with few homes to call their own. With their origins having been lost during the ancient war that herald the apocalypse of the civilized world giving way to savagery and a regression of civilization, the Nahual themselves know little of their origins. Only known records are passed down by oral accounts in that they may have been artificially created as eldritch abominations with ever shifting forms. The Nahual generally accept to be the creation of mad artificers for war only to be gifted control and sentience over themselves by beings beyond anyone's understanding.

The Nahual are tall and stout, being as tall as ten feet tall in extreme cases and are able to shape shift into any beast they choose. Their appearance are rather mixed between lupine and feline with tufts of hair, pointy ears, claws and fangs. A fact that gives credence to their origins as manufactured weapons is how they are stronger and more resilient than normal humans. It is this fact and their lack to a true home and country that the Nahual turn to blades for hire in hopes of obtaining a home to live in or simply for riches and love for battle.

Nahual who practice the ever perplexing arts of Eldritch magic can potentially empower their already potent shape shifting into any form they wish. Living normal lifespans of around 100 years tops, this are descendants of Nahual that lived through the end of the prior world and have seen the world change. Despite their natural life span, there are reports of a select few that claim to have slept in stasis sarcophagi that have proven to live beyond that and still maintain their prime. It can be theorized that this individuals can live indefinitely and are the cause of some eldritch blessing or even a prototype procedure to further improve on the already formidable super solders. Sadly, nothing more can be learned as this “immortal” that had lived up to five times the normal life span had been killed in battle. However, it is a possibility that youth was granted by some form as the Nahual maintained relative youth with appearance at around mid 20s. It is sadly only speculation and cant be truly proven to be real or of a special case entirely.

With no king and country and being too ostracized as unnatural, run of the mill Nahual tend to be self serving and selfish. It has been accounted that Nahual mercenaries would defect when believed to be cheated or when their contractor dies. It is theorized that millennia of being seen by the general populace as nothing more than fighters for hire or even entertainers of less reputable forms have embittered the race into a belief of survival of the strongest and most clever. It is in light to this face that surprises scholars at how Nahual bandits aside from cartels are relatively none existent. Some how, the Nahual are more than happy to engage in genuine business just as long as prospects don't go under.

Wile occasionally atheistic, there are few who adopt the religions of the land for genuine need for higher powers or as tools to manipulate socially. There are others that follow the pantheon of gods believed to have taken part in their creation and the characteristics of this eldritch orders vary. One must note that the very concept of eldritch beings originates from their entities and thus almost impossible to truly comprehend. Many a scholar have gone mad trying.

Z’yag Zathakh the Amused is an eldritch god with questionable yet apparently benevolent motives as far as it is known. The only eldritch god to have some level of genuine benevolent interest in mortals, he is believed to be the one that created what is now known as the Nahual. If it created them from nothing or by changing their nature is unknown. What is some what understood is that Z’yag Zathakh has an interest in the day to day life of mortals in a way that could be described as amused providence. What ever the motives if there are any at all, all understood examples of his interference have been playful and even curious to a point of view. It is as if mortals are his playthings or puppets played with by an adolescent. A curious fact as its fellow eldritch gods have a sense of indifference if not malice towards mortals.

Some question if there is even a point to the god’s machinations.

Z’yag Zathakh’s curiosities upon our world and its chaotically random miracles have given birth to cults of fertility, philosophy and even candy. Magic that derives from reverence of the eldritch god is as curious as the god itself. Most of the magics one gains are mostly esoteric in nature, some also bend space time to the will of the user. It should be noted that ability and use with the magic derives from the approval of Z’yag Zathakh. It is theorized that if one strays from the path set by the eldritch god that gifted such magic, the ability to use it vanishes until the time one returns to such path. What is perfectly understood is that the eldritch god finds the results of his acts highly entertaining as new reports of out of this world miracles continue to sprout seemingly at random with the same unpredictable yet relatively harmless results. What most of its cults understand is that the eldritch god has a stark opposite in the form of the eldritch god of destruction Apophitehp. Were Z’yag Zathakh is chaotic creation, miraculous chance and curiosity, Apophitehp is destruction and malice.

Apophitehp is understood as a god of destruction that believes in its nihilistic view point that life’s true destiny is destruction. revered and feared by both the Nahual and the Wadjat

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Kanpur Water Park Blue World – Enjoy Summer Vacations

Kanpur is a noteworthy city in Uttar Pradesh and is a beautiful place to live in. Not just there are some stunning shopping markets in Kanpur; however, there are some prevalent tourist attractions in Kanpur also. For the most part on the ends of the week, individuals either love to hang out for shopping, or they pay special mind to Kanpur Water Parks. Being a significant huge city, there are some great Amusement and Kanpur Water Parks. Summers in Kanpur are very harsh and to beat the summers going to a Kanpur Water Park is certainly the best decision.

Kanpur Water Park Blue World

Kanpur water theme park blue world is known to be one of the biggest Theme Parks in Uttar Pradesh. It is arranged at Mandhana-Bithoor Road, 2 km off GT Road, and is spread over a region of 25 sections of land with a more than 30 energizing rides like Dry Rides, Water Fun, 9D Theater, Dinosaur Villa and the biggest private musical fountain-cum-laser show of India. Blue world Kanpur water theme park likewise has India's top dog Lift (Ropeway track) which is 1,000 running feet alongside a turning point as well. Here you will locate some particular themes, for example, European, Chinese, Egyptian, Mayan, Fairyland, Jungle, and our own one of a kind Indian Theme.

Blue world Kanpur water park has a Fairy Land Water World which consist of 12 Platform Water Play Stations that also contains Aqua Funnel and Tat Pools. Kanpur water theme park blue world is a significant nature-accommodating spot with rich green yards giving a wide range of exercises and offices under one rooftop putting Kanpur on the national visit delineate. Blue World has additionally got stylishly lit up Theme Zones, Restaurants, Kiosks, Pools, and significantly more. This blue world Kanpur water theme park has offices of worldwide guidelines. It is an ideal place to invest in quality energy with your friends and family. Children, as well as individuals of each age bunch, appear to enjoy here.

Blue World Kanpur Water Park

Uttar Pradesh is the second largest city, and Kanpur evokes history and religion. The commercial and financial core of the state is located on the banks of holy river Ganga. One of the iconic sights of the city is the well-known Kanpur Water Park Blue World Theme. Theme Parks have been the most admired holiday destination for adventure seekers and people looking to run away from the sweltering heat of the cities. Blue World Kanpur Water Park offers plenty of rides that motivate visitors of all ages. An amusement choice of sightseers is packed with daring rides and stunning shows as well as tearing carousel, whirling tower and jumping frog ride. In the Kanpur water park blue world It is congregated with people who are delighted to have family-friendly fun. Blue World Kanpur Water Park has a varied range of attractions from smooth to great ecstasy.

Kanpur water park also features exhilarating rides that leave the riders panting and have their adrenaline draining. Surprising photo spout is first of its kind private harmonious fountain in India. One of the key tourist attractions is the laser show on water screen that is cherished by all travelers. Other attractions comprise Western train rides, Jet planes, Columbus and Ferris wheel. Kanpur water park Blue World is often visited to enjoy the family-friendly atmosphere. Blue world Kanpur water park draws a big number of visitors who multitude in to experience its rides, slides, and drops. Spanning an area of 25 acres, Kanpur water park blue world features stunning themes and country’s major private musical fountain and laser show. Featuring around ten huge slides and 25 exciting rides, it is a must-visit destination for all travelers visiting Kanpur. Family Rides In the blue world Kanpur water park one of the most successful rides that draw adrenaline junkies is the Columbus ride. People board on a boat named Columbus that sways them up and down. Boarding the Telecom bat is an incredible experience for the riders. Swing Chairs are the most liked rides by little kids as they sit on the vivacious and colorful chairs and take thrilling rides. Polipo Octopus is mostly enjoyed by visitors of all ages. People can take impressive views of the whole Kanpur water park blue world at the Amphido Eye.

Adrenaline junkies like the Blue Typhoon that takes all the members through stimulating twists and turns. With Suhana Safar, people get on a journey to find out the culture and legacy of the country passing through caves on a boat. Watch significant events like Durga Pooja, unique historical tombstones, Independence Movement, and well-known leaders. Planetarium In the blue world Kanpur water park, Visitors board on a trip to the planetarium at the Journey to Space segment and learn about the growth of earth, secrecies of the universe and the planets. The educational show developed for members of all ages takes them to the galaxy to find out the whole lot about the planetarium. People board on the Monorail that is infused with excitement and elation to take a short trip around the blue world Kanpur water park. Come across the characters of 7D films up close at the imposing 7D Show. It gives actual and bracing knowledge to the viewers.

Ride on the dancing play on the beats of the Dancing Violin entertains the riders. Polipo Octopus takes the people up and down throughout its five to eight arms. Kanpur water park blue world features a relaxing boat tour passing through the artificial lake with the astonishing Dragon Bridge and Chinese architectural monuments in the background. Conspicuous Car rides of the blue world Kanpur water park are the most pleasant rides. And the family members keep striking each other riding the fun-filled cars. Thrill Rides Kanpur water park blue world holds an interesting and country’s first edge based Chair Lift. People drive in the Chair that is 40 to 60 feet beyond the ground and pass through an area of 1000 feet. The greatest Chair Lift can bear only two members at a time. An important feature of the Kanpur water park blue world is the Free Fall that slots in speed, elevation, and a high quantity of physical activity. Also trendy as an intense sport, it points out a fall from a tall formation connected to a large stretchy flex. Riders board on their favorite ride on the roller coaster for an unbelievable adrenaline flash.

Kids Zone Blue world Kanpur water park is most enjoyed by kids. Kanpur water park blue world is recognized for its family-friendly attractions, which comprises a special zone for the kids. Adding up to their enjoyment are the Flying Chopper, Jingle Bells, and Umbrella Ride. Children would experience it to be the most excellent place to splatter around. In the Kanpur water park blue world, Kids would chill out boarding on the Flying Chopper. It is the special version of the carousel. Kids sit on the escalated log to take one fun-filled twist. Jingle Bells is the delighted ride by kids where they ride on the toy train and take an appealing ride. Little ones would have excessive fun as they board on the Umbrella Ride that takes the children up to the sky and then slides down back. Younger lot aged three to eight years would have immense enjoyable sitting on the colorful ducks. These ducks take them on a tender ride.

Pools, Fun Slides In the Kanpur water park blue world, children would enjoy the limited editions of the pool, fun slides, and activity center at the Tiny Tots Zone. They will have enjoyment and play as they get untamed at the Tiny Tots Zone. Sun and the moon at the Toon Tango catch children up and down at the same time rotating itself. Kids zone of the Kanpur water park blue world also features the hopping frog. It is a blend of the joyous go round and the hopping frog. It gives the kids an impression of sitting on a frog. Another notable feature of the blue world Kanpur water theme park is the soothing ride of the cup and saucer. At the point, the small ones can sit within the colorful cups. Merry go round is a remarkable ride that kids aged between five years to ten years enjoy the most. In Kanpur, a number of other amusing parks are also available. But Kanpur water park blue world is considered to be the best among all.

Jungle Water Park

Situated in Gambhirpur Kochhar on Bithoor Road, Jungle Water Park is known to be a standout amongst the most prevalent water park in Kanpur City. In the event that you are hoping to have an extraordinary time with your loved ones, Jungle Water Park is an ideal place to be in. With loads of energizing Water Rides, you can invest quality energy at this Kanpur Water Park.

Sports Village

Situated in on Bithoor Road, Sports Village is extraordinary compared to other theme water park in Kanpur. On the off chance that you need to have an occasion time with your loved ones, Sports Village is a perfect place to be in. With loads of bold Water Rides, you can invest great energy at this Kanpur Water Park.

Mogli Water Park

Mogli Water Park is situated in Ajgain on the Lucknow-Kanpur Highway, is one of its kind Water Park in Kanpur. It is an ideal stop for individuals of all age gatherings. Spread over a territory of 11 sections of land of rich green scenes. It gives an assortment of water slides and a great fake lake for drifting. Here, you can appreciate Camel ride also. Prepared experts are accessible at each slide and pool. And exciting Music is additionally given week after week to engage the visitors.

Final Thoughts

These were a few great places to visit in Kanpur while in summers or winters. Kanpur water park blue world is the most admired place to visit with family and friends to enjoy summer vacations. Undoubtedly, blue world Kanpur water theme park has no other duplicate in the city. Keep enjoying yourself and visit the blue world Kanpur water park every year. It’s a blessing to have such an amazing place in your own city, Kanpur. Read the full article

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Ever since Peter Lawwell and Celtic used the words “sporting integrity” in 2012 there are people who have been desperate to use it against us, and they have tried to at every turn. They will stop at nothing. They will twist logic, deny reality and bend truth into whatever shape they think they can get away with. Much of it is pathetic.

As difficult as this is for some of them to understand, the real world doesn’t run based on their whims and their childish snarking.

What galls many of them is that we refuse to live in their anarchic fantasy world.

As I’ve often said, I have no problem with people who believe in fairies at the bottom of their gardens.

But I refuse to stop cutting my grass in case it annoys said fictional creatures.

On top of that, those who live in fantasy are ever wary of dragons, and this is never more so than in the case of the Sevconuts who see conspiracies everywhere. I understand it. If you’re willing to take a punt on magic beanstalk beans you’re already halfway to believing that anything is possible.

Their mass neurosis is extraordinary, but I understand that too as parts of the media and those running their club have helped fuel it down through the years.

That this has never done them one iota of good, that in fact it has hampered them at every turn and caused them more grief than they would otherwise have had, appears not to have penetrated the layers of their thinking. More fool them.

Most of the Celtic sites eschew that stuff for reality. In reality there are rules and regulations, but even with them life sometimes seems as if it is not terribly fair. In reality actions have consequences. In reality facts dominate outcomes.

Let’s go back a while for a sterling example of what I’m talking about.

Back in 2012, when Rangers was in the early stages of administration, a selection of snake-oil salesmen in the media and on the periphery of their club was busily briefing to all and sundry that HRMC would be amendable to some kind of deal. The “logic” was that they would prefer to get pennies in the pound than the inevitable nothing if the club was sent to the wall. This view was so prevalent that it went almost completely unchallenged.

Except on the Celtic sites, where we wrote over and over and over again that HMRC would never do that, that they would prefer a corpse to hang up on the castle walls as a warning to others, that their policy was never to negotiate settlements with organisations that had been engaged in the wilful withholding of revenues payable.

Their fans and others chose to believe in the fantasy, and when it didn’t come to fruition they convinced themselves that some crime had been committed against them. It was the same with the new club scenario; any new club wanting to play football in Scotland starts in the bottom tier.

It is a fact. It was in the regulations. All that happened was that clubs voted to follow the rules as they were written down.

Again, it’s what we said would happen.

This is a similar scenario. Temper tantrums will not change it. Indulging the whims of the Ibrox lunatic fringe in feeding their hope that it can, or should, go some other way will not change it. Reality is here, in a horrific form. None of us wants it this way, but we deal in reality here and we have to face up to this on that basis.

So let’s talk reality. Let’s leave aside all emotion and put this in simple terms.

We are in an unprecedented situation here.

We are faced with a crisis of global dimensions, one that is going to test our civil and political institutions to the fullest.

There are bigger things to worry about than football, but football is what we talk about here, football is the focus of this blog and because it plays such a central role in our lives it is important that we hang on tight to it as this thing continues to spread. If we’re debating the big issues here we are not spending our time brooding on dark and awful scenarios.

I think that’s important. I think it is vital.

I make no apology whatsoever for concentrating on the sport at a time like this. What else are we to do? We are all putting things on hold whilst this rumbles on; are we to simply lay everything aside and embrace the horror? That’s not what the great mass of humanity does. Even when this country was ravaged by the Blitz people were finding their pleasures and enjoyments where they could, and life carried on, albeit with some restrictions.

Football is on pause. Barring a major development in the coronavirus story – the kind of stuff that is reserved for fairytales; a miracle cure, in short – this is going to drag on for many, many months. The world as we know is going to be completely up-ended for a while, and perhaps even a long while.

This, my friends, is what you will remember 2020 for.

Dealing with reality, it’s pretty evident that any talk of playing these eight games somewhere down the line is fanciful at best. The information we have to hand, from scientists and epidemiologists, is that this thing won’t even peak for 10-14 weeks … the suggestion that we can simply pick this season up in the midst of that is lunacy. It will not happen.

Season 2019-20 is over with. Two choices are open to the governing bodies, one which is covered by the rulebook, it is clean and efficient and gives everyone closure. It allows clubs to claim on their insurance and collect their prize money. This is a no brainer.

The other choice is to pretend none of it happened. To write off a domestic league campaign lasting six months, to void hundreds of games, to disenfranchise fans, sponsors, clubs, players, TV companies and to make the whole concept of merit in sport into a joke.

Those in the media who are demanding that the season be completed are not arguing for anything that everyone at Celtic does not want to see happen. In a perfect world – a fantasy one – we would be able to complete this campaign. Celtic is not lobbying anyone so that we can “steal” a trophy; we are miles clear in the lead. That trophy is ours.

But as I will repeat over and over again, there is no scenario that I can realistically envision where football will be played in the 2019-20 campaign in Scotland. Even if clubs vote to delay, and take the hit that goes with it, we will creep, inexorably, horribly, towards the inevitable moment where all hope of that outcome is abandoned completely.

Anyone still making that case is either not following events closely or they are being deliberately dishonest in support of a narrative that for the title to “count” that the 38 game campaign has to be completed. I’m not sure anyone really believes this, but a lot of them are pushing it regardless.

It is so fundamentally corrupt it takes your breath away.

Imagine we stick to the “logic” of this position, and assume that the 38 game regulation is inflexible; what happens if a club collapses mid-season? Which is not exactly out-with the realms of possibility in the Scottish game. Do we abandon the league campaign?

Of course we wouldn’t. We’d play on and the league season would be 37 games instead.

These people know this, and the giveaway is that they dare to argue their case for voiding the season on “sporting integrity” grounds. It’s neat the way they’ve framed their argument about this around Hearts; that, too, is dishonest. Most of them don’t care about Hearts.

Their agenda is all about one club in particular and it’s not the Tynecastle one.

Voiding the season doesn’t disenfranchise one club; it disenfranchises all of them.

They will cry fake tears over the possibility of Hearts going down but they don’t care about our rights, or those of Dundee Utd or the other clubs sitting poised to win titles, or get promoted or to secure their prize money for the campaigns they’ve had.

To say “there are eight games left and you just don’t know …” cannot be a more valid argument than “there have been thirty matches already, where the outcomes are known, but we’ll pretend they never happened.”

Why is the sporting integrity argument being used to defend hypothetical scenarios when actual results are available for us to take our lead from instead?

As Paul67 over on CQN has said, there are unscrupulous individuals and clubs in Scotland for whom this moment, this grave moment, represents nothing more than a cynical opportunity. They ought to be ashamed. The media is pandering to this element of our society, and many within its ranks are still stuck in the 2012 time-warp wherein Rangers were the victims and cannot wait to start settling scores as they see it.

Do not let these Peepul fool you with talk of sporting integrity. They wouldn’t be able to spell it had so many of us not written. They’ve never cared about it and they never will. They want us to focus on mythical comebacks rather than look at the reality of the results we have already in.

They know this – the brazen exploitation of a global tragedy – is their shot, their one and only shot, at stopping eight from becoming nine and nine from becoming ten.

What they have completely, and utterly, failed to do on the football pitch they now want to do by negating months of results and games.

And they call this “sporting integrity”.

They are shameless.

Do not let them try to shame us.

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Kanpur Water Park Blue World – Enjoy Summer Vacations