#haoma

[dejahisashmom]

Zoroastrianism: the Religion of Fire that inspired the Hebrew Bible - Historic Mysteries

Zoroastrianism: the Religion of Fire that inspired the Hebrew Bible – Historic Mysteries

https://www.historicmysteries.com/zoroastrianism/

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#Afghanistan #Agiary #Ahura Mazda #Amesha Spentas #Angra Mainyu #Avesta #Bactria #bible #Cyrus the Great #Fire Temple #Freddie Mercury #Gathas #Haoma plant #Iran #King Vishtaspa #Mongol #monotheistic #Muslim #Persia #Queen Hutosa #Quran #Spitama #Zarathustra #Zaratosht #Zoroaster #Zoroastrianism

[quiete-s]

#robcdee #tracy haoma #twitch streamers #japan #i love these two so muchhhh #look how cute they are

[khakilike]

“Someone will say something like, ‘Did you cry when he left?’ and she'll say something like, ‘I made *him* cry---on the bed. Eyebrows.’ And then people ask me about it and I have to explain she's just saying random words.”

Robcdee puts out the fires that Tracy Haoma's sense of humor starts

#Robcdee #robcdee vods #Tracy Haoma #Quotes #YouTube #Twitch #2024/02/19 - Hollywood / Universal CityWalk #Hollywood / Universal CityWalk | !vpn !yt

[falconidamages]

the fixed star algol, known by scholars of antiquity as the severed head of medusa dripping haoma blood onto the world, will be crossed by uranus. another total solar eclipse lining up with the one from 2017 in the direct middle of the country. a radiohead album release. all of these things happening within the year can only point to one thing and one thing alone: 9/11 2

[paganimagevault]

The Urzhar Priestess 5th-3rd C. BCE.

"Powerful plants: Study of ancient plant remains and written sources has shown that the Saka had a sophisticated knowledge of the medicinal and stimulant properties of plants. They had access to a rich natural medicine cabinet, in addition to those plants they may have cultivated themselves. The ‘Urzhar priestess’ was buried with a wig made of grasses, and a variety of medicinal herbs. Ferns were known to have anti-inflammatory, antiseptic, and painrelieving properties. Cumin, thistle, and plantain were used for their bactericidal effect. Campion, used to treat poisoning and digestive issues, and cannabis for pain relief. In the wider Scythian world, finds of cannabis seeds with a burner from the Altai cemetery of Pazyryk show that it was used during funerary rituals. The Persians identified Saka ‘haoma-consumers’, an unknown plant with an intoxicating effect.

Reconstruction of the burial costume of the Urzhar priestess: Buried with a magnificent golden headdress and a mortar for grinding the medicinal herbs that were placed in her grave. Her high status is linked with her skills as a herbalist, and indicates that Saka respect for the natural world extended to plants as well as animals. Urzhar, modern reconstruction of Saka costume Linen, silk, bronze, wood, woollen cloth, metal alloy

Reconstruction by K. Altynbekov. КПо94-39116"

-taken from FitzMuseum

#scythian #saka #history #ancient history #museums #antiquities #antiquity #pagan #archaeology #anthropology #herbalism #plants and herbs

[aboutanancientenquiry]

The "Daiva (=Demons) Inscription" of Xerxes of Persia

The Old Persian "Daiva inscription" of Xerxes I found at Persepolis

"1. A great god is Ahuramazda, who created this earth, who created yonder sky, who created man, who created happiness for man, who made Xerxes king, one king of many, one lord of many.

2. I am Xerxes, the great king, king of kings, king of countries containing many kinds of men, king in this great earth far and wide, son of king Darius, an Achaemenian, a Persian, son of a Persian, an Aryan, of Aryan stock.

3. King Xerxes says: By the grace of Ahuramazda these are the countries of which I was king apart from Persia. I had lordship over them. They bore me tribute. What was said to them by me, that they did. My law, that held them: Media, Elam, Arachosia, Armenia, Drangiana, Parthia, Aria, Bactria, Sogdia, Chorasmia, Babylonia, Assyria, Sattagydia, Lydia, Egypt, Yaunâ, those who dwell on this side of the sea and those who dwell across the sea, men of Maka, Arabia, Gandara, India, Cappadocia, theDahae, the haoma-drinking Sacae, the Sacae wearing pointed caps, Thrace, men of Âkaufaciyâ, Libyans, Carians, and the Nubians.

4. King Xerxes says: when I became king, there was among these countries one that was in rebellion. Ahuramazda bore me aid. By the grace of Ahuramazda I smote that country and put it down in its place.

And among these countries there was a place where previously demons (daiva) were worshipped. Afterwards, by the grace of Ahuramazda I destroyed that sanctuary of demons, and I proclaimed: 'The demons shall not be worshipped!' Where previously the demons were worshipped, there I worshipped Ahuramazda at the proper time and in the proper manner. And there was other business that had been done ill. That I made good. That which I did, all I did by the grace of Ahuramazda. Ahuramazda bore me aid until I completed the work.

You who may live hereafter, if you should think 'Happy may I be when living, and when dead may I be blessed,' have respect for that law which Ahuramazda has established. Worship Ahuramazda at the proper time and in the proper manner. The man who has respect for that law that Ahuramazda has established and worships Ahuramazda at the proper time and in the proper manner, he both becomes happy while alive and becomes blessed when dead.

5. King Xerxes says: May Ahuramazda protect me from harm, and my house, and this land. This I ask of Ahuramazda. This may Ahuramazda give to me."

Translation of the Old Persian text as found on https://www.livius.org/sources/content/achaemenid-royal-inscriptions/xph/

This important Persian royal inscription has drawn much scholarly attention and various theories have been proposed concerning the identification of the "rebellious land", the 'demons", the "demon-worshipping" country and the "sanctuary of demons" that Xerxes would have destroyed according to the inscription, Athens and her Acropolis being among the candidates.

#achaemenids #persian empire #daiva inscription #xerxes

[danmeiljie]

八九? 零点五都没有好吗! Bajiu? Lingdianwu dou meiyou haoma! Close? Its not even 0.5!

Episode 27

#i feel bad for yuan ru for once #also da yu is the worst #she says theres literally no way she could be dating xia yao #xia yao is dating yuan zong #yuan zong #xia yao #l does not stop watching advance bravely #l watches advance bravely #my bad gifs #advance bravely #gong jun #xu feng #i made gifs from this show for a third time #bajiu is short for a longer phrase which is slang for pretty close

[feeshies]

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Haoma by Unholy

It's an instrumental so I don't know what to put here

The part where the drums go "tatatat"

[flowersbloomuntiltheyrot]

Flowers Bloom Until They Rot and Fall Apart

Chapter 8 (PRESENT): When you're steps from winning back

Happy COT eve eve! It's crazy that we've been working on this fic on and off for over a year now! We've had this written for a while but life got a little hectic, whoops. Enjoy the next bit of this AU! We're really in it now... Title is from "flowers" by marina

CW: childhood cancer, discussions of mind control

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Thomas came home just in time to start cooking lunch. He’d always loved to cook. His mother had taught him when he was young, and he loved trying out new things, improving recipes and such. He was the only one of his mother’s children who had much of an aptitude for cooking, Eugenia was more likely to set everything on fire because she was so impatient. 

Thomas made a spiced tomato soup which he paired with some bread. Tomato soup was one of Rosa’s favorites and he made a batch of it at least every week, varying with the spices and added ingredients such as vermicelli every once in a while. 

“How’s Rosa been?” Thomas asked when his mother entered the kitchen. 

“She’s played all morning, and she’s napping now,” Sophie said. “I’ll get her when you’re finished. She’ll always come for tomato soup.”

“I have another favor to ask,” Thomas said. “I, uh… am seeing someone. Tonight. I’ll still be here to put Rosa in bed, but if she wakes up or anything…”

“I’ll take care of her,” Sophie said. “Oh, Tommy, I’m so happy for you. Is he nice?” 

“Uh, we’ll see? I don’t really know him that well yet,” Thomas said. “I’m not getting my hopes up this early, but I think I’m ready to try.”

Thomas felt far from ready to try, but it was the best excuse he could come up with for why he’d be gone for the evening. If his parents asked for more details about what his date was like… he guessed he could describe Haoma. Not that that would ever happen, he reminded himself. Haoma was a criminal. Thomas didn’t think he was a bad person. Haoma had his own set of morals for sure, but it hadn’t escaped his notice how protective he was of that girl Clara. But that didn’t mean he was someone he wanted around Rosa. But what if it really was Alastair, a voice in his head whispered. 

“Tell me everything tomorrow,” Sophie said. 

There were downsides to being an adult living in the same house as his parents. Mainly that they had a tendency to be protective of him even though Thomas was a parent in his twenties. But the positives far outweighed the downsides, and Thomas didn’t think there was any shame in living with his parents as an adult.

He was divorced with a young child, and if he were to live alone then he’d have to find a babysitter or take her to a daycare when he had to work and couldn’t watch her. Now, between his parents and him there was always someone who could keep an eye on her when Thomas was working. 

“I will,” Thomas said. “I’ll tell Rosa I’m away for grown up business, I won’t tell her about anyone I’m seeing until it’s a relationship I’m sure about. She is still struggling to adjust to Emilio’s new boyfriend.”

It had stung, finding out about Emilio’s new partner. Mostly because Emilio had entered the relationship when he and Thomas had still lived together. It wasn’t cheating, at least not according to Emilio. By the time he’d entered that relationship, Thomas and Emilio were already sleeping in separate bedrooms and had decided to get a divorce. But they had still lived together. And Thomas… he’d assumed Emilio would wait. He’d moved back into his parents’ house the same day he’d found out. 

“Yes, I think that would be best,”  Sophie said. 

“The soup is almost finished, could you wake up Rosa?” he asked. 

Thomas poured the soup into bowls and toasted some bread alongside it. They would have plenty of soup for several days. 

Sophie came downstairs, carrying Rosa in her arms, who was still wearing her pajamas. She looked drowsy, and wasn’t wearing a wig. It was painful sometimes. At her young age she was already insecure about how she looked, because she didn’t know any princesses who were bald and Rosa wanted to be a princess. He was grateful to Lucie who’d written a story about a bald princess going on an adventure. 

“Are we eating soup?” Rosa asked. 

“Yes, mija. I made tomato soup. Are you very tired?”

“I’m not tired,” Rosa said. 

Unfortunately, she always said that. Rosa tended to get frustrated with how little energy she had sometimes and like most children her age she wasn’t very good at feeling when she’d become too tired and getting rest. Thomas often had to stop her early, if she exerted too much energy, her fatigue would get worse. 

“Okay. We’ll go play after lunch, alright?”

Thomas figured he’d get some work done in the gardens after playing with Rosa, she’d be tired again and he’d put a movie on for her. Lots of parents hated it when their children watched too much tv, but for Thomas the invention of streaming services was a gift sent from heaven. Rosa could still handle watching something when she was tired and it was easier to convince her to go watch a movie than to take a nap. Not to mention there were a lot of educational tv programs out there. 

At seven, Thomas put Rosa to bed and sang a Spanish lullaby for her until she fell asleep. Then he left to go meet with Haoma. They met at an abandoned warehouse not far from where the Shadow Market would be. It resembled  something out of a crime show he sometimes watches with his mother, and Thomas felt awfully out of place. 

“This is the potion,” Haoma said. “For your face and body. Best to drink it in one go.” 

The potion didn’t taste great, but it could be a lot worse. The sensation in his body was the worst part, like things were changing. Was it truly a shift, or more of an illusion? Thomas assumed the first when he was looking Haoma right in the eye. From a completely different angle, because he’d just shrunk at least 20 cm. His clothes had somehow adjusted to his new body, not only had he lost his height, but also some of his muscles. He hoped he wouldn’t have to do any heavy lifting because neither of them were appropriately built for that sort of thing. 

“This feels weird.” 

“You’re short now,” Haoma said. “Since you don’t want to be recognized or associated with the Shadow Market. Nobody’s going to see you at this height and think, that must be Thomas Lightwood.” 

“Fair point.”

“Of course it is, pipsqueak. Now, come on.”

Pipsqueak. It had been a long time since he’d been called that. It had been a long time since he’d been appropriately short for such a nickname. It had been something Alastair had called him before his growth spurt. Could it be…? Thomas sighed, there was no way of knowing, he could hardly ask Haoma. 

“Alright, show the way.”

Spending time with Thomas was a bad idea. Alastair knew that every moment they spent together risked outing his true identity. Unfortunately, they did need intel, and Alastair couldn’t think of a convincing excuse to revoke the invitation he’d extended. 

“Try to keep up, will you?” Alastair started quickly through the streets, weaving seamlessly from alleyway to alleyway, market stall to market stall, trying his best to remain in the shadows. He stopped abruptly, Thomas nearly crashing into him. 

Thomas was looking around wildly, taking in everything around him. “Is it always like this?” 

“Yes. Now try to look less like a first-timer to the Market. We’re almost at the location Clara gave me. The plan is to scout out the area, find a way to get Clara and I safely in and out with the thorns in hand, then leave. Keep low, keep quiet, and pray to whoever is out there that no one sees us. I don’t know how dangerous these people are.” 

Thomas nodded quickly. “I understand.” 

Alastair cursed himself for asking Thomas to join him. He had too much to lose. He had a family that needed him. What kind of person was he to put him in this sort of danger? Even a recon mission could go sour if you made the wrong move. 

They continued down an alley, slower, more careful this time. Alastair held out a hand to instruct Thomas to stop. There were too many people at the head of the alley to creep forward undetected. They stood there for a few moments before Thomas whispered, “What are we doing?” 

“Waiting.” 

And the waiting took a while, but it always did, regardless of how much time truly passed. Looking back at Thomas, he couldn’t help but feel pride in his potion work. Such a significant change in stature was no easy feat, and he couldn’t have accomplished it a few years earlier. Every time he turned around, he expected to see that towering, gorgeous buffoon behind him and felt a jolt of surprise when he saw disguised Thomas instead. 

He wondered what it was like to know him as Haoma, never sure what to expect when you turned to look at him. It was true that many people had different faces, that they had different personalities that came out with different people, but most didn’t display their different facets so plainly. No one could feel like they knew the true Haoma, but how often did anyone actually know someone’s true self, anyways? 

A couple of voices echoed through the alley. They were mainly talking business, passing back and forth names that sounded familiar but Alastair didn’t fully recognize. These weren’t the kinds of people he liked to associate with. 

“You think the girl will fill the bargain?” one of them asked. 

“‘Course not. I have no idea where he even found that thing. It’s probably hundreds of years old. I’d be surprised if she could even get it to sprout,” answered the other. 

“A shame, but I guess that’s life.” 

The sentiment lit a fire behind Alastair’s stoic gaze. He’d heard it all his life. He’d heard it on the news every time a new tragedy had befallen someone who didn’t deserve it. He’d heard it in his home every time he began to question his family’s toxic dysfunction. He understood why. It was easier than confronting the real issue. But that didn’t quell his anger at the fact that life wasn’t supposed to be this painful. It wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, especially not for a child. And he was tired of power-hungry bastards who seemed to disagree. 

Alastair took a few steadying breaths as they waited for the voices to dissipate . Then, he peered out, surveying the area, making note of the exit points. They wouldn’t be in his area of the Market, so they were at a disadvantage. 

After taking a few moments to take in their surroundings, they both retreated back into the shadows. 

“There are at least some alleyways that you could use as a getaway route,” Thomas commented. 

Alastair thought for a moment. “It’s true, but we can’t be sure where they’ll have guards posted. The Market is always busy on a full moon, maybe it would be best to take to the crowds, try to blend in that way.” 

“There’s also far more people who could try to stop you in a crowd.” 

“Also true. I…” Alastair approached his next idea cautiously. “I hate the idea of mind control probably even more than you do, but don’t you think, perhaps, it could be useful in this situation? If things go sideways?” 

“You’re suggesting that I give you thorns to make a mind control potion?” 

“Are you opposed?” 

Thomas thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Of course I’m opposed. How do I even know if I can trust you? Even if I can, what’s stopping that from ending up in someone else’s hands? What if they turn the potion on you, and you end up mind controlled?” 

“Those are all good points, but I’m good at what I do, Thomas. I’m good at protecting myself, and I believe that I’ll be good at protecting Clara, too. I prefer to deal with my problems through more traditional means such as sharp objects and illusory magic, but if we end up in a corner we can’t get out of, don’t you think it would be useful to have?” 

Thomas still seemed unconvinced, but before he could respond, they were interrupted. 

“Is someone there?” a woman called. 

Alastair flattened against the shadows, staying as still as possible while motioning for Thomas to do the same. 

It didn’t work. The woman was coming down the alley. 

Thomas looked ready to bolt, but that would only raise more suspicion. Alastair did the only thing he could think of in the moment. He crouched down against the wall of the alley, dragging Thomas by the collar with him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Thomas’ surprise eased as he fell into the kiss. Alastair did his best to play his part until a crack against the brick above his head sent them flying apart. 

“What do you kids think you’re doing?” The woman demanded. At a closer look, she looked to be getting on in years - 60s or 70s, perhaps - but she was by no means frail. She held a cane, but Alastair suspected it was as much an arcane focus as a mobility aid. 

Alastair giggled as if he were drunk. “So, so sorry, ma’am. We were just-” 

Her cane rapped against the brick again. “Yes, I know what you were doing. You shouldn’t be here. Get out.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Alastair answered. Without another word, he grabbed Thomas by the hand and started running down the alley, stumbling slightly, trying to keep up the act. He kept running until he was certain they were safe, and then he realized he was still holding Thomas’ hand. He promptly dropped it. 

“What was that?” 

“I- I’m so sorry about that. I needed to do something to get us out of there. Otherwise, we would have been made. At best, they would have known we were spying. At worst, well… I made a promise to myself that you’d get home safe tonight.” 

Thomas seemed a bit flustered. “I do suppose it was a clever move,” he admitted. 

“We should get out of here. We got what we needed. There’s no reason to push our luck.” 

Thomas only nodded. He was silent as he followed him back out of the maze of market stalls. When they finally reached the warehouse where they’d begun, Alastair pulled out another vial. “This is the antidote to the potion you took earlier.”

Thomas took it quickly, still not saying anything. He must be eager to get back to his normal self. 

“Are you alright to get yourself home from here?” 

Thomas nodded. 

“Thank you for your help tonight. I’ll see you soon.” 

Alastair began to walk away as Thomas called out, “Wait. I’ll give you the thorns. I’m sorry, I was shaken, but… You’re right. You should have a failsafe if you end up in a situation you can’t get out of. I trust you to use the thorns properly. Stop by tomorrow around 2:15.” 

“Alright,” he replied. Perhaps nearly getting caught had sparked a change of heart. Alastair wasn’t going to argue. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.” 

Thanks for reading! Send us your speculations on what will happen next :)

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#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #the last hours #fanfiction

[innerchorus]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haoma

I thought this might be interesting for you!

Haha, I love that you sent this to me because this stuff 100% features in Sacrifice AU.

[artist-tyrant]

Belief in the great power of Mithra was called in question by Zarathushtra or Zoroaster, the great prophet who worked mainly in Eastern Iran and who lived some time between 1000 and 600 B.C. (The exact date is very widely disputed, but in the present state of our knowledge the latter date is the more probable.) It is a major drawback that his character has largely to be reconstructed from the Gathas, devotional hymns attributed to the prophet and written in an archaic and abstruse Eastern Iranian dialect which is extremely difficult to translate. It is, however, an established fact that Zarathushtra was a great reformer, who attempted to transform the established polytheism into a monotheist pattern with Ahuramazda as the sole and supreme god, and so found himself obliged to relegate Mithra to the background. He also attacked the forms of worship of his time, forbidding blood sacrifice such as the bull-offering and denying to his followers the ecstatic enjoyment of the spirituous Haoma. This measure in particular dealt a heavy blow to the Mithra cult, for Mithra was (as we shall see) closely associated with the bull, whose blood, mixed with the Haoma, bestowed immortality. Whether or not his teaching was subsequently accepted by rulers of the Achaemenid dynasty such as Darius and Xerxes, it is clear that Zarathushtra never succeeded in entirely suppresing the popular feeling for Mithra. At the vey beginning of his career the poet-prophet experienced strong opposition which was to lead to his eventual murder in a temple. Thus in subsequent writings of the Avesta, in the tenth hymn for example, Mithra is reinstated in all his glory. This yasht breathes the true spirit of the popoular cult, and the prophet's influence is only to be seen dimly when the all-wise God speaks to Spitama Zarathushtra.

M.J. Vermaseren, Mithras, the Secret God

[dejahisashmom]

Zoroastrianism: 4000 Years of Faith, Fire and the Battle Between Good and Evil | Ancient Origins

Zoroastrianism: 4000 Years of Faith, Fire and the Battle Between Good and Evil | Ancient Origins

https://www.ancient-origins.net/human-origins-religions/zoroastrianism-0016069

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#1200 BC #1500 BC #600 BC #650 BC #Ahriman #Ahura Mazda #Amesha Spentas #Angra Mainyu #Bronze Age #Daevas #Fire Temple #Haoma plant #Iranian New Year #Khordad Sal #Kusti #monotheism #monotheistic #Northeast Iran #Nowruz #Persia #polytheism #polytheistic #Prophet #Southwest Afghanistan #Sudreh #The Gathas #Zarathustra #Zoroaster #Zoroastrianism

[organicmagicshrooms]

History And Background Of Amanita Muscaria Mushrooms

Amanita Muscaria mushrooms are noted for their psychoactive properties, due to their containing the hallucinogenic chemicals ibotenic acid and muscimol. Also known as toadstools, these mushrooms have long been associated with magic in literature. The caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland is portrayed as sitting on one as he smokes his suspicious pipe, and in animated cartoons, Smurfs are seen to live in Amanita mushrooms. Of course, circles of mushrooms growing in the forest are frequently referred to as fairy rings.

It has been reported that as early as 2000 B.C. people in India and Iran were using for religious purposes a plant called Soma or Haoma. A Hindu religious hymn, the Rig Veda also refers to the plant, Soma, although it is not specifically identified. It is believed this plant was the Amanita Muscaria mushroom, a theory popularized in the book "Soma: Divine Mushroom of Immortality" by R. Gordon Wasson. Other authors have argued that the manna from heaven mentioned in the Bible is actually a reference to magic mushrooms. Images of mushrooms have been identified in cave drawings dated to 3500 B.C.

In the church of Plaincourault Abbey in Indre, France is a fresco painted in 1291 A.D. of Adam and Eve standing on either side of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. A serpent is entwined around the tree, which looks unmistakably like a cluster of Amanita Muscaria mushrooms. Could it be true that the apple from the Garden of Eden may actually have been an hallucinogenic mushroom?

Siberian shamans are said to have ingested Amanita Muscaria for the purpose of reaching a state of ecstasy so they could perform both physical and spiritual healing. Viking warriors reportedly used the mushroom during the heat of battle so they could go into a rage and perform otherwise impossible deeds.

In the Kamchatka peninsula of Russia the medicinal use of Amanita Muscaria topically to treat arthritis has also been reported anecdotally. L. Lewin, author of "Phantastica: Narcotic and Stimulating Drugs: Their Use and Abuse" (Kegan Paul, 1931) wrote that the fly-agaric was in great demand by the Siberian tribes of northeast Asia, and tribes who lived in areas where the mushroom grew would trade them with tribes who lived where it could not be found. In one occasion one reindeer was traded for one mushroom.

It has been theorized that the toxicity of Amanitas Muscaria varies according to location and season, as well as how the mushrooms are dried. Click now organic magic shrooms

Finally, it should be noted that the author of this article does not in any way recommend, encourage nor endorse the consumption of Amanita Muscaria mushrooms. It is believed that the U.S. Food and Drug Administration lists Amanita Muscaria as a poison. Some companies that sell these mushrooms refer to them as "poisonous non-consumables."

[khakilike]

“My mouth is like knives, but my heart is like tofu!”

Tracy Haoma admits that her bark is worse than her bite, Robcdee's 12/21/2023 stream

#robcdee vods #2023/12/21 - Santathon Day 3! - Santa + reindeer #Tracy Haoma #Quotes #YouTube #Twitch

[nightmarist]

FINALLY had another dnd session, had to wait a long while bc some ppl got sick, others had holidays, etc but we should be back on schedule now. two ppl had to drop but its workable, they were in to the campaign later anyway.

had a lot of fun this time around, my players saved a swamp vampire village from a giant centipede I homebrewed (fighting him happened later than initially planned but it was fine), they rescued and saved the royal chancellor who was infected with a madness-inducing sickness they noticed also happened to a previous character of import, and they were rewarded with a few things:

a two-handed axe made from obsidian lined with red veins that adds +3 fire damage on hit a rapier made of what looks like glass stained deep blue at the tip that deals +3 cold damage on hit a black chitin horse-skull helmet that I need to give some stats. a pet from he animal species i made up that they apparently Really liked, its a mixture of a tapir, a pig, and a hippo that i called a haoma. they named it hank. two players I still need to gift interesting campaign-themed weapons so we’ll see how that goes next time. (among other small things, like cartography tools, some lore books, a few precious gems, etc)

hank has a little special ability they’ll find out soon: he can detect magic. with his tapir snout of course.

#reprise of renewal

[paganimagevault]

Hauma-drinking Scythian on western stairway of Palace of Darius 6th-5th C. BCE.

"The Sacae, who are Scythians, had on their heads tall caps, erect and stiff and tapering to a point; they wore breeches, and carried their native bows, and daggers, and axes withal, which they call 'sagaris'. These were Amyrgian Scythians, but were called Sacae; for that is the Persian name for all Scythians."

-Herodotus, The Histories, Book 7, Chapter 64

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"The Amyrgians (Ancient Greek: Αμύργιοι Amúrgioi; Latin: Amyrgii; Old Persian: 𐎿𐎣𐎠 𐏐 𐏃𐎢𐎶𐎺𐎼𐎥𐎠 Sakā haumavargā "Sakas who lay hauma (around the fire)") were a Saka tribe.

The Greek name for this tribe, Amúrgioi (Αμύργιοι), is the Hellenised form of the Old Persian term Haumavargā (𐏃𐎢𐎶𐎺𐎼𐎥), meaning "who lay hauma (around the fire)," and can be interpreted as "revering hauma." The full name of this tribe in Persians Achaemenid inscriptions is Sakā haumavargā (𐎿𐎣𐎠 𐏐 𐏃𐎢𐎶𐎺𐎼𐎥𐎠), that is the Sakas who lay hauma (around the fire)."

Haoma has its origins in Indo-Iranian religion and is the cognate of Vedic soma. Both Avestan haoma and Sanskrit soma derived from proto-Indo-Iranian *sauma. The linguistic root of the word haoma, hu-, and of soma, su-, suggests 'press' or 'pound'.

-taken from wikipedia

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