#parian village

[blitzendoggo]

Headcanons and Canon info Mass List

Unlike my Ao3 version of this, every time I get new canon info or a new head canon it will be it's own chapter because I won't be using this as a reference sheet.

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This has to be broken into chunks just so I can keep it organized so lets start with:

Places:

Vontral- the main continent and is flat

Riftreach- New York city but in Egyptian style. Built over the rift and everything goes up because going underground is basically illegal

Gada-Yama- Business hub full of Moritermes (termites) with a temple to the death god directly under the mound

Wainua- city that half in the sea

Abellio- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Ruins of Inanis- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Aragdus- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Franklin- Home of the Franklin castle where the "Frankies" are trained. Frankies are really tough mercenaries

Firetounge Outpost- Thought to be a volcano island, is actually a mindflayer lookout/faciality.

Lotterton- nicknamed Slaughterton. Crime town where our heroes started their journey.

Is- Mining town.

Parian- Where the Victora festival happens and Dramaticus (and other famous fighters) live.

The United Federation of Goblin Territories- read the tin. Its a Goblin society that the governments of the world let exist

Bowenburg- Classic fantasy town. Where Glib's magic school was.

Characters:

Glib

Canon:

Poison Dart Frog Vampire

Acidic skin that only affects fabric

Was turned into a vampire in early twenties is pushing thirty

God of Death, maybe?

Glib as a human was painfully average. Just a generic person

Warlock with a (dead) kraken patron

Name has always been Glib

Has a fear of heights that was developed after crashing the bird with Canyon

His slime has a slight blue tint

Maybe has hollow bones (? Panda said it before immediately saying he was bullshitting that)

Body temp is ice-cold

Anger issuesHE'S THE MOST HANDSOME FROG YOU'VE EVER SEEN (rolled a 23 for hotness)

Hates Skeezvol

Headcanon:

Glib has a caffeine addiction, so he drinks blood coffee (coffee made with blood instead of water)

Glib can't touch fabric, so his blankets/bedding are made from furs

When Glib was human, he would run his fingers through his hair as a nervous tick, and its one of the few things he misses about being human (with the others being that he wants pants and to be tall again).

Adopted by a fairly rich Grung family when he was born, which is why they called him Glib.

Grew up in a mansion in the woods

Is always the last one to wake up

Has Gambit-style Cards

Canyon

Canon:

Full name is Mystery of the Canyon

Very Blunt and violent

Is infused with chaos magic

Headcanon:

Sheds constantly

Covers his mouth when he laughs because he used to self-conscious of his sharp teeth. 

Puts up a constantly relaxed front, but is much more aware than he acts (hence high intelligence)

Is a decent cook, but will shed in the food

Is not allowed to have caffeine because after being given one cup of mild coffee he had zoomies so bad that Callisto had to "sedate" him with magic

S.G.

Canon:

Genderless-Changeling (with pearlescent white skin) from a village with an unusually high number of psychics (which includes themself)

Master gaslighter

Is allergic to lemonlimes (which is a fruit that grows in Vontral)

Does not have facial features/looks like a mannequin

Massive crush on Captain Mercury

Has a godcomplex

Has a salt lamp Genie named Djarrid

Kermit just lives in their armor

Was homeschooled

Crime background that takes place in Is

Thinks Skeezvol is a 14/20 (possibly because of crown?)

Thinks Human Glib is very average

Is a 7/20 because of no features

Is the God of Wealth now

Considers Glib as her best friend

Headcanon:

She cannot cook to cave her life.

 Like nearly burnt down the kitchen trying to boil water levels of bad

Doesn't like coffee and will only drink super sweet teas

Has the best bed, no matter where they go

Mr. Goodbid

Canon:

Half-elf hitman

Has a glorious mustache

Works in contracts

Hates kids

Drinks whiskey

He always smiles (but when he's angry/scared it's thousand-yard stare style)

Loves Pirates and Business

Doesn't actually like bug people, just their city

Has daddy issues (Naethan why?)

His constant smile comes from Dramaticus' persona

Has never missed a Victora festival

Wears contacts

Has a negative 1 to constitution

10/20 

Very selfless

God of law

Suit is white with a green tie

ACAB Goodbid

Headcanon:

Full name is Johnny B. Goodbid

Has a massive family and is the oldest of six

His siblings are Garry, Ein, Thomas (who married Linx and has an adopted little girl named Ruth), William, and Mellany

Is an amazing cook and does all the cooking for the team

He owns Capri Suns as a money laundering front that became its own business because it was just that good. 

Goodbid either drinks black coffee or sweet-iced tea, no in between

Is traumatized from being attacked by the ghost under Riftreach so it terrified of ghouls

Almost went to train at Franklin Castle, but decided against it

Skeezvol XIX

Canon

An old man, 4'7", human, blind (no eyes), long beard, frail-looking, barbarian

Immortal but will be killed by a mistake made by a frog man

He sees through tremor sense

Is a nat 1

Headcanon:

Lost his eyes while teleporting around, but because he's immortal the surgery didn't kill him

Zalkas

Canon:

6'7" Acid-Dragonborn paladin

From the Order dimension

Has two kids (at least one daughter named Leviathan) who play soccer

Was a commander in the Order Army

Its on-sight when he sees S.G.

Is ridiculous strong

Owns a tavern after accidentally killing the pervious owner

Has a trident and sickles as weapons 

Wants to be friends with Glib

Speaks infernal

Scared of bugs (denies it)

Horrible at lying and is very blunt.

Headcanon:

Unofficially adopts Rolf once they return to the tavern

Misses his kids and wife, but does not want to return to the Order Realm

Is completely Asexual and Panromantic but does not understand the difference between romantic and platonic attraction.

Prophis

Canon:

Is an elf chaos God

Is Bisexual

Has a dead(?) sister

dating Callisto (1/2 of Eldritch Gays)

Is a natural 20/20, this man is so hot

Headcanon:

Mom friend

Loves kids

Will shut down Callisto if he starts throwing a tantrum

Loves to sing

Is a morning person

Loves making flower crowns because he and his sister used to make them together when they were young

Palnaros

Canon:

Moves like a marionette

Upside down head

Centipede body

You know your nightmares? Yeah its just that

Headcanon:

Voice is unnaturally high and disjointed

Would hold onto vowels for longer than he should when speaking

When moving he would make a creaking/cracking rubbery sound like stretching dried out leather over old wood and twisting both.

Callisto

Canon:

A very powerful sorcerer

Dating Prophis (other half of Eldritch Gays)

Is also very hot

Is Gay, but respects women

Headcanon:

Is not a morning person in the least

Only likes Prophis' singing

Used to love kids but now tolerates them (they reminded him too much of Prophis for the millennia that they were separated)

Simps for Prophis so much. Like he is a prideful man, but if Prophis told him to bark, he would not hesitate.

Bello

Canon:

Three-foot tall Chaos Butterfly from Not-Here, Chaos Dimension

uses he/they

Eats(?) stars

Wants to find flowers, doesn't know what flowers are

Wings are made up of shifting change-glass

Is kind of oblivious

Speaks Celestial

Likes riding on people's shoulders/head

Slightly illiterate

Headcanon:

Wings have an ever-shifting heat to them that moves with the changing colors

Blob

Canon:

Glib's familiar

Vampire-bat squid

Was sarcastic, is now traumatized

Has a slight stutter that gets worse when he's anxious

Love language is physical touch

Appears out of a puddle that forms under/near Glib with a splash

Headcanon:

Is so traumatized by the kraken's death that he won't leave Glib and when they sleep, he lays on Glib's chest

Doesn't actually leave Glib, too afraid that something will happen to them.

Dramaticus

Canon:

Little Wooden-Puppet Man

Barbarian fighter that lives in Parian

Is a very famous celebrity

It the God of Light

Is afraid of fire

Headcanon:

Was called Pinocchio until he started performing

Aldor

Canon:

God of knowledge

Is dead

Was a stick in the mud

Looked like a really young 80-year-old

Headcanon:

AroAce

Not completely emotionless, but damn close

Reylias

Canon:

Air Genasi

Was the leader of chaos faction

Is the god of monsters

Killed the Kraken

Sociopathichas a chaos sword that can become a whip

Headcanon:

Was raised by Prophis and Callisto but once Prophis was put away in the portal, Callisto couldn't handle raising Reylias by himself so he put him into an ageless sleep until the factions split and Callisto woke him up, changed his memories, and made him the leader of the chaos faction so he could find his dad again

Rolf

Canon:

5'7", skinny, ginger, dark eyed Paladin

Techincally the smartest PC in game

Wannabe Cult Leader

Is 16

Is a shut in

Terrified of bugs

Headcanon:

Gets adopted by Zalkas

Has a single mom and has never had a father-figure

Lady Katarina the (Formerly) Wicked

Canon:

Snow-owlen, beady-red eyes, 3'6", and wears a blood-red cloak

Was an evil lady, had a crisis, and is trying to be better

Is feared by almost everyone

Worked with Mindflayers and thinks they are super sweet and fun/easy to work with

Headcanon:

Loves animals and would never hurt them

Kyland

Canon:

Prophis' dead sister

Died of a sickness

Psychic

Is brought back to life? 

She has her memories from before she died.

Headcanon:

She's younger by Prophis, but not by much and Prophis used to braid flowers into her hair when she was upset

Djarrid

Canon:

Pink salt-lamp genie

Vaguely Russian

Licking the crystal results in a chaos affect happening

Doesn't remember his "real" name

Headcanon:

Is afraid of Prophis because he saw him as Palnaros too much

Doc

Canon:

They/Them

Rambles a lot

Has a lizard

Is from the future

Saved S.G. when they were younger

Headcanon:

Is on the Spectrum and is hyperfixated on the dimensions/time travel

Captain Mercury

Canon:

Hot merman

Is the God of the Air

Has a sentient ship named Sky Skimmer

Himbo

Walks by using wooden legs

26-years-old

Headcanon:

Is Gay, therefore doesn't realize that S.G. is flirting with him because he thinks that she knows

Has a slight crush on Goodbid, but is too much of a himbo to realize that its a crush and not just ''extreme friendship"

Barium

Canon:

Gold warforged from Is

Goes by Barry

God of metal

Was stuck as a statue for maybe 700 years?

Headcanon:

While in the statue, he spent his time by singing work songs

Friday

Canon:

White horse with a green mane

God of Fate

BIG GIRL (could fit four people on her back easily)

Headcanon:

She considers Goodbid and SG to be her parents, and that why she wasn't made at them.

Extra Information:

Canon:

Inside Goodbid's briefcase is the main set of the office and it smells like shoe polish and mustache cream

Vontral is flat

There is a star invasion maybe going on?

The Earth Dimension is inhabited by Shadar-Kai (Shadow Fay) and were rule by Skeezvol

Headcanon:

I refer to Goodbid, Glib, Canyon, and S.G. as Team Chaos

Team Chaos is a queer-platonic Polycule. They do not know that they are a queer-platonic polycule and think that every friendship is like this.

Goodbid's briefcase has doors, but all the hallways lead back to the save room.

#d&dorks #pandaredd #sir_superhero #momoiscariot #nikhilclayton #naethan apollo #glib #Mr. Goodbid #s.g. iguess #headcanon #headcanon list #there will be more updates as seperate posts

[purplepicklezipperspy]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage RARE Belleek Pottery Tara Vase Fine Parian China 10".

[philoursmars]

Je reprends mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 52461 photos (oui, ça a encore augmenté !).

2004 Christine me propose une journée à Paris. 

- Les 5 premières  : le Trocadéro et son ambiance Art Déco, plus une vue sur le Champ de Mars et la Tour...euh...???

- la dernière : vers le Musée Guimet

#souvenirs #parian village #boulevards #musée guimet #trocadéro #art déco #art deco #tour eiffel #champ de mars #apollon #christine #moustache

[tubbuffy]

𝓑𝓘𝓞𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓟𝓗𝓨: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽

Clarisse Joy L. Exciomo - HUMSS 1

𝒫ℛ𝒪ℒ𝒪𝒢𝒰ℰ

"I would rather have a country run like a hell by Filipinos than a country run like heaven by the Americans, because however a bad Filipino government might be, we can always change it" - Manuel L. Quezon. It is one of the quote that President Quezon said to the country and how he fight for the Filipinos throughout his life. We will see in every chapter of his life on how he achived, inspired, and became as a Second President of the Philippines.

𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 1: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ℋ𝒾𝓈 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎

Manuel Luis y Quezon Molina, or most people known as, "Manuel L. Quezon". He was born on August 19, 1878 in Baler in the district of El Principe {known as "Baler, Aurora"}. His father, Lucio Quezon y Valez was an maestro {Primary Grade School Teacher} in Paco, Manila. While his mother, Maria Dolores Molina was an maestra {Primary Grade School Teacher} in their hometown.

Quezon's father, taught and spoke Spanish as a teacher and was a Chinese mestizo, who came from Parian {Chinatown District ouside Intramuros} in Paco, Manila. Eventually, through his father teaching, his father met and married his mother. Who was a Spanish mestiza and they married in 1847.

𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 2: ℋ𝒾𝓈 ℒ𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Manuel is the eldest in three sons, his brothers, Pedro and Teodorico were taught at home by a local Parish Priest. Although, both his parents contributed to his education, he received most of his primary education from the public school. That was established by the Spanish Government in his village, as the part of the free public education system in the Philippines. He also, testified during his speech delivered in the House of Representatives of the United States, during the Jones Bills, in 1914.

Later on , he boarded at Calego de San Juan de Letran, where he completed his Secondary School and graduated with highest honor. He chose that area because he wants to fight for what is right and to know what is wrongs.

𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 3: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℒ𝑜𝓃𝑔 ℛ𝓊𝓃

In 1899, Quezon left his law studies at the University of Santo Tomas to join in Independence Movement. During the Philippine - American War, he was an aide-de-camp to Emilio Aguinaldo. He rose his rank to Major and fough in Bataan Sector. Quezon returned to the University passed his bar examination in 1903, he achived the fourth place in examination.

He worked as a clerk and suveryor, entering government service as an appointed treasurer in Mindoro and Tayabas. He also, became Municipal Councilor of Lucena and elected governor of Tayabas in 1906.

Eventually, he marry his first cousin, Aurora Antonia and they married at December 1918 in Hong Kong. They had four children; Maria Aurora or "Baby", Zeneida or "Nini", Luisa Corozon Paz, and Manuel Lucio Jr or "Nonong". But, Luisa died because of infancy.

The first seventeen years of their marriage, Manuel Quezon emerged as dominant figure in Politics. While Aurora, involved herself in Women's Organizations such as, The National Federation of Women's Club.

𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 4: ℛ𝑜𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒮𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

Manuel L. Quezon became interested at Politics and he was elected as respresentative in 1907. Later on, he served as Major Floor Leader and Chairman of the Commitee. From 1909 - 1916, he served as one of the Philippines in Two Resident Commissioners to the U.S. House of Representatives in Philippine Autonomy Act or Jonew Law.

In 1916 - 1935, Quezon returned to Manila and he was elected as a Senator of the Fifth Senatorial District. Later on, he was elected as Senate President by his peers, serving continously until 1935 {19 years of consecutive serving}, it was the longest serving in the history. He headed the First Independent to the U.S. Congress in 1919. And secured the passage of the Tydings - McDuffie Act in 1934.

President Quezon, was given the power, under the Reorganization Act. That pointing out all Filipinos in cabinet in the Philippines in 1935. In 1901 to 1935, although many Filipino was always appointed to chief justice, the majority of the members of the Supreme Court were Americans.

President Quezon, start to virgous program of social justice and he introduced through appropriate executive measure and legislation that he obtained from the National Assembly. In all these, Quezon showed his desired to follow the Constitutional Mandate to the promotion of social justice.

𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 5: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℒ𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 ℋ𝒾𝓈 ℒ𝒾𝒻𝑒

During his last moment, he continued to serve the country and fough for the freedom. Quezon suffered from tubercolosis and he spent his last moment to the hospital, in Miami Beach Hospital in April 1944. During summer, he was at Cure Coltage in Saranac Lake, New York. He died at on cottage in April 1944, less than three weeks of his 66th birthday. Manuel was initially buried in Arlington National Cemetary.

ℰ𝒫ℐℒ𝒪𝒢𝒰ℰ

I admire Manuel L. Quezon for his bravery to fight for our country as a President. He is an inspiration to many people because on how he influece many people. Even, he died after so many years still his name and his voice will be always leave a beautiful feeling to our country.

Again, I'm introducing to all of you are Second President, Manuel L. Quezon.

#creative non fiction #HUMSS1 #BIOGRAPHY #CHERMED

[sansimeonsims]

Introduction: The Camayao Project

Hey everyone. The year has been a crazy and often frustrating ride. As of that last update, I can confirm that I am still working on Filipino-themed Sims world: Camayao. Unlike San Simeon, which was a colonial-era world built on a pre-existing base, Camayao is being built on an entirely new foundation and is based on the modern day. There are other differences as well, mostly in terms of construction and theme.

Moreover, I’ve come to the decision to make Camayao a collaborative project, the details of which will be hammered out over the course of a few weeks due to life concerns. 

Where have I been?

Stuck in quarantine, for starters. The need to stay indoors because of Covid-19 is in fact a major factor in the project, both positive and negative. During the extended community quarantine, I was left with very little to do at home and began working on both the Manila Project and Camayao. However, being stuck indoors and left with few options meant that I had to scour the Internet for resources, which are often not as satisfactory as going out there and taking pictures myself.

At the time of writing, I’ve also undergone wisdom tooth removal surgery (and will be due for another one in a month). The pain I experienced before the surgery (and the surgery itself) hindered my ability to work, let alone do leisure activities. Thus, my ability to plan and build is limited until late in November when the last scheduled surgery is done.

About Camayao

An early test shot of Carmilla Homes Camayao

As currently imagined, Camayao is a fictional component city of the National Capital Region (i.e. what people usually think when they say “Manila”, rather than the capital itself) and is heavily based on various neighborhoods I’ve encountered across Metropolitan Manila. In general, the world draws heavy inspiration from Pasig and Taguig, with heavy admixtures from Muntinlupa, Las Piñas, and Manila itself. 

The playable area of Camayao is planned across nine ten eleven different districts, each based on specific neighborhoods in Manila.

Poblacion: A traditional town center similar to the plaza area of San Simeon, dotted with colonial-era buildings in various states of conservation.

The Midtown  (Actual name TBD): A medium-density commercial area dotted with buildings that have seen better days.

Parian: An extension of the town center with a Chinese Filipino flavor. Many buildings are in states of disrepair.

Tabinglaua: An actually rural area located close to the lake inhabited by farmers

Bacbacan: An industrial area with squatter colony built up around the remains of a burned down former factory compound.

Esteros: A riverside industrial area, also dotted with slums.

Villareal: A community of contrasts, one a gated community for the city’s elite and the spartan accommodations for the soldiers near the airbase.

The Village: An upper- to middle-middle class gated community filled with various suburban homes 

Jacinto: An upscale high rise urban development, mostly populated by office dwellers and the nouveau riche.

Carmilla Homes: A cookie-cutter low-cost suburban residential development located in an out of the way area far from the city center.

The Port: A third industrial area, a seedy locale filled with dive bars, underground clubs, and more slums.

Among the things I’ll need to hammer out are the map details and the placement of the lots. 

Rather than representing a real place, it acts as a microcosm of various places within Metropolitan Manila and its suburbs. Besides being built on an original map, Camayao is planned to be a turnkey world. Unlike with San Simeon, I plan to fully furnish almost all of the buildings available in Camayao. This meant, of course, that I had to keep track of the content I used. If all goes well, you will not need Monte Vista like you would with San Simeon.

I also intend to create a populated save file with a storyline. A world just seems more alive that way. Besides call backs to history and popular culture, Camayao also has elements of socio-political satire, one that’s inescapable when constructing a world based on a place with such disparate populations and social classes. That said, I do hope to avoid the egregious cliches such as poverty porn in the process.

Camayao and its updates will have its own Tumblelog.

An older version featuring some of the slums. This is a scene I hope to capture throughout Camayao.

Community Involvement

I’m taking a gamble and am opening up Camayao to community involvement to those interested. As soon as I am able, I will call upon interested simmers to work on some of the other buildings with me. 

While I’m technically sending the invitation out to anyone willing to give it a go, I’m especially encouraging (the rather small remnant) Filipino TS3 community or anyone who has been to the Philippines for an extended period. Locals can provide the needed feedback and awareness to give the world a sense of authenticity. If possible, I’d also like feedback and contributions from minority populations (Muslims, Taoist Chinese, etc.) to lend authenticity to some of the representative families.

I’ll be preparing a Discord server for this purpose. Stay tuned to see if and when it’s up.

Plaza Rizal, one of the completed lots

What of Colonial Manila?

I’ve been meaning to create a version of Manila in the Sims for some time now but the limits of what I can do in CAW have limited my ability to do so. My original plan was to create a condensed version of the Manila Bay area with the  I finally mustered up some of the courage to build Manila in the months leading to the quarantine. 

My Colonial Manila project aimed to create a realistic facsimile of the IRL districts of Intramuros and Binondo a few decades before the end of Spanish rule. I pegged the world at approximately 1879, a year before the great earthquake that destroyed the belfry of the Manila Cathedral. However, I immediately faced a lot of problems on that end. Quarantine limited my ability to research since I was stuck at home. Thus did I quickly realize how out of depth I was. I was able to create the exteriors of several buildings, of course, but could never finish the interiors since I’ve very little idea on what they looked like.

Due to the scale of the project and the amount of research and custom content it needs, I had to put the project on hold in the meantime. Nonetheless, I did back up my project and will gladly resume them in the future, though the map itself will need a complete overhaul.

#Announcements #Sims 3 Camayao Project

[author-morgan]

Title: It Will Come Back

Pairing: Deimos-postDeimos!Alexios x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: You pluck an arrow from his back and he turns around like Eros and shoots you right in the heart. 

SPARTAN AND ATHENIAN dead litter the shores of Amphipolis –a feast for crows. Though among the dead few are luckily have clung to life. A wave of healers and physicians from both sides descend to collect those injured and those who had already taken the journey across the Styx with Charon.

You bear the mark of Athena –a servant of Athens. Combing the field of battle, you look for soldiers who wear the blue color of Athens. The first man you turn over is dead – his throat slashed and entrails exposed. Another is barely alive, having lost his hand and sustained a long and jagged gash on his calf. Shock will set in soon if he is not tended to. You hold up the silver medallion fastened around your neck –it glints in the sun and soon after two men come forward with a crude stretcher to take the soldier to the infirmary tent.

The next is beyond saving –his right eye is bulging from its socket, a minor grievance in comparison to the shattered back of his skull. He cannot speak, but his delirious eyes say it all. End this. I beg you. You’d never enjoyed this part of your duty. It didn’t feel right for a healer to take life –regardless, you draw the dagger from the sheath on your belt and position the tip of the blade next to his larynx. Pushing down with your weight, the dagger sinks into flesh and then you pull the cutting edge toward you. It’s a clean-cut that will grant the soldier peace before he can take another labored breath.

Rising, you find yourself drawn to a man that does not wear the colors of Sparta or Athens. A misthios, you think to yourself, but as you draw nearer you see his gold and dark steel armor is too fine to belong to a mercenary. A single arrow shaft rises from the center of his back. Kneeling, you push aside the matted locks of dark brown hair adorned with golden beads that’d fallen in front of his face. Against your hand, you can feel slow puffs of air and a pulse beneath your fingertips. He is still alive. You raise your medallion again.

Two soldiers come, though when they see who you are kneeling next to, their faces take on a deathly pallor and fear shins in their eyes. “Take him to my tent,” you instruct. If everyone is as fearful of this man as those two soldiers, no one will wish to tend to his wounds.

By the time the sun has set, those who stand a chance of surviving are within the infirmary pavilion and those who were dead or received final mercy are piled atop quickly constructed pyres. They will be sent off with Charon’s obol as honorable dead.

You draw the flaps of your small pavilion close and untie the leather belt hanging on your hips, letting it fall onto a small table next to a clay washbasin. Scrubbing your hands of the day’s work, you forget about the patient now residing in your quarters until you turn to your bedroll –which is half occupied at the moment. Small lanterns chase away the darkness.

The arrow had pierced the metal and leather cuirass and a gentle pull on the now broken shaft tells you it had sunk into flesh too. Frowning, you prod around the entry point –failing to see how to remove his armor without inflicting more damage. You reach back, fingers curling around the hilt of your dagger and slowly you start to whittle down the olive wood shaft. White pteruges are now stained with dried blood and mud –you set them aside and find the fastenings of the cuirass. Once the ties and hooks are free, you lift the back-plate and the tapered arrow shaft passes through with ease.

Scars crisscross his corded back, though for now, your focus returns to the arrow just to the left of his spine. The barbs had not caught on flesh, nor does it appear laced with poison and for that you are thankful. You ready your supplies –clean linen, a freshly ground poultice of thyme, sage, clove, and garlic, and a needle with silk thread should the wound need stitching.

You test the shaft’s hold on the arrowhead, finding the hide glue had not loosened. Part of you thinks it will be easier to remove the arrow with one quick go, but the strength of his physique leads you to use a more delicate approach. You’d almost had your fingers broken by an archer who’d abruptly woke in the middle of being treated. The man laying facedown before you looks as though he could easily break a lot more than a finger.

Fresh blood wells up after the arrow comes free. You douse the area with a mix of water and vinegar before patting the wound dry. It will not need sutures, just a fresh bandage to cover the poultice. It takes forbearance to finish stripping him of his armor and bind the wound with a long strip of clean linen. He is heavy –fitting for his Herculean build. His features are sharp and handsome, though dark circles ring his eyes. Even at rest he looks tormented. Much like his back, his torso is bestrewn with scars –some longer and wider than others.

Knowing you do not have the strength to move him again after a long day, you gather your blanket and lay on the small part of the bedroll still free. Sleep comes easily.

By morning, Deimos is awake –the muscles in his back screaming in agony as he shifts. His armor is gone, save for his greaves, piled up beneath a low table. A bloody basin of water sits on the ground, in it is an arrowhead and broken shaft. White linen is wrapped around his torso. “You’re awake!” You exclaim, readying for your duties.

"Who are you?" He rasps. It feels like a dangerous thing to do, but you give him your name. "My sister," he spits, "where is she?"

"I don't know,” you tell him. He can tell you are being truthful. You know nothing about Kassandra and from the look of it, you know nothing about him either. "I found you after the battle,” you tell him, “you'd been hit in the back with an arrow.” That explains the dull throbbing in his back.

"Need to go," he mutters, turning to reach of his armor.

"No," you say –the boldness of your voice catches you off guard. The man glowers at you. "You're my patient. You can't leave until I clear you."

Deimos sizes you up. "You're going to stop me?" He asks, mirth lacing the question. He has the blood of gods in his veins, and you are insignificant. Breaking you wouldn’t even be a challenge.

Sighing you shake your head. You can’t stop him. It’s likely no one in the entire camp could. "At least allow me to clean the wound and bind it again.” Deimos grunts in response and sits in place while you prepare a new poultice and gather fresh bandages. His arms are thick with muscle, hands rough and scarred. He watches you with his dark gaze, unused to being shown kindness. You spread the salve over the scab and move back in front of him to tie off the new bandage. His muscles contract when your fingers brush against his stomach –it’s like Phidias had sculpted him from Parian marble. "Who are you?"

"Deimos," he answers, watching the shred of fear blossom in your eyes. He smirks. "Ah, you've heard of me."

You no longer meet his gaze, instead, you wipe your hands clean in your apron. "I heard he was demigod," you mutter, handing him the gold and steel armor. Demigods are not felled by a single arrow, though. Deimos may fight like a demigod, but he still mortal –a tortured soul.

"I am,” he says with surety, rising to leave. He would not speak his gratitude aloud, but he can repay this simple kindness by making sure the Cult never harmed you.

PILES OF HERBS lay before you –waiting to be bundled and taken to Zina, the apothecary. One of the local villages had been experiencing issues with recurring fever, and Zina cannot spare the time to collect her supplies at the moment. You’re so focused on the task at hand, you don’t hear the iron-shod footsteps approaching from behind until someone’s hand settles on your shoulder and holds a stalk of tufted vetch before you. “Deimos!” You gasp, clutching your chest as though it can slow the frantic beating of your heart.

Deimos lips tug upward into a faint smile. The dark circles that’d once ringed his eyes are fading. “Alexios,” he supplements. He intends to move forward and leave his life under the Cult’s control in the past, though since reuniting with his family on Mount Taygetos he’s often thought of the healer at Amphipolis who did not show fear, even when the Athenian soldiers cowered in his wake.

Taking the stalk of vetch, you smile and inhale the slightly sweet scent. “What are you doing here?” You ask, you never expected to see him again –part of you wished you wouldn’t given his reputation, but now his handsome face is a pleasant sight compared to the sick and dying. “How did you find me?” You pose before he can even respond to your first question. You’re a long way from Amphipolis.

“I never said thank you,” he breathes, reaching for one of your hands. Besides being thrown off a mountain as a baby, it’s the closest he’s come to meeting Hades.

You shrug. “Many of those I treat, don’t,” you tell him. It was your duty to tend the wounded, not some feat of bravery worth poems or songs.

“HEALER!” SOMEONE CALLS. You turn, seeing an Amazonian woman running toward you with someone slung over her shoulder. As she draws nearer, you notice an eerie resemblance to a certain demigod that’d been occupying your thoughts frequently as of late. “Can you help my brother?” The woman asks, panting. Blood runs down her arm and neck –it’s not hers, though.

You nod, grip tightening on the woven basket filled with herbs, grain and fruit. “Follow me.” The Orchomenos clinic just below the Temple of Apollo is your home at the moment –and where you lead the woman and her brother. She lays him on the table in your quarters and steps back. “Alexios,” you gasp. There’s a deep gash on his side almost the length of your forearm. He groans when his sister starts unclasping the torn leather cuirass while you prepare a needle and thread and gather rags and bandages.

Her name is Kassandra and she watches your every move as you begin cleaning the wound. It still bleeds, but barely –it won’t need to be burned. The hooked needle passes through his skin with ease, each time pulling the gash closed. “What happened?” You ask, pulling on the silk thread when it catches.

“Boar,” she responds. Since training under Hippokrates, you’ve seen your fair share of injuries caused by boars –most are not so lucky and bleed out before receiving proper treatment, or succumb to infection. The wound is no doubt grievous, but in your experience, it could be a lot worse. The line of sutures are neatly done, having used almost an entire spool of thread.

The salve you craft is made of softened beeswax, ironwort tea, and frankincense for inflammation. You dip your hand into the mixture and spread it across the stitches –his entire side has already begun shifting to deep hues of blue and purple. Kassandra helps you wind a thick layer of linen around his torso –it will help with the bruising and keep the sutures clean­– before moving him to the corner of the room where a pallet of pillows and blankets are messily arranged.

She is worried about her brother. “He’ll be alright,” you assure her –wiping down the table, “he just needs time to rest.”

Kassandra sits across from you at the table after cleaning Alexios’ blood from her neck and arms –she nurses a cup of watered wine. “He mentions you a lot,” she tells you and that catches you off guard. Since Amphipolis, he’s managed to find you on several occasions. He never stays more than a day at a time, but it was always a pleasant surprise to have company –especially when it’s. She glances over her shoulder toward Alexios. “You’ve made quite the impression on him.”

When her gaze returns to you, there’s a fleeting smile on your lips. You should see her when she smiles, sister. “I found him after Amphipolis.” Sometimes you still wake in a cold sweat, remembering the carnage –the brutality of war. It was not some glorious thing like the singers and poets claimed. “He said his name was Deimos. The men were terrified of him.”

“He was a weapon for the Cult of Kosmos,” she explains and her expression twists into one of anger. “Alexios is the name our mater gave him.” The sun will be setting soon, and she needs to return to the Adrestia. She and Alexios had been en route to the ship after receiving word about important business on Mykonos when the pack of boar attacked them. Kassandra rises. “I leave my brother in your capable hands.”

Sometime during the night, he wakes. A gentle weight is resting on his chest –your hand is splayed out on the small area not covered by linen. In the dim light, he makes out your features, completely at ease. Alexios braces his arms, intent on pushing himself up, but the hand on his chest stiffens and forces him back down. “Don’t,” you mumble, groggy and barely awake.

“Where’s Kassandra?” He asks in a hoarse whisper.

“Returned to her ship,” you answer, “said she’d be back soon. Business on Mykonos.”

Alexios rolls his eyes. Business, he scoffs. Kyra is what his sister meant by that. He settles back in, covering your hand with his own. “Fucking pig came out of nowhere,” he remarks with a dry laugh. A smile tugs at your lips, you cannot deny it is a nice change to have company –the warmth of another person next to you.

YOU LEAVE EARLY in the morning for the market with a mental list of herbs and flowers to purchase for the clinic. The sun is blazing by midday when you return. Pylenor is tending to a new patient, though when you arrive the physician pulls you asides –asking if you could deliver a fresh batch of tonic and salves to Zosimos in Lebadeia.

Behind your quarters comes the rhythmic sound of wood splitting. You drop off the basket and round the corner of the stone building. Alexios lifts the axe above his head and brings it down in a fluid motion, splitting a piece of wood in two with ease. Sweat beads on his brow and the off-white chiton clings to his chest and back. Perhaps if not for the wound on his side, you would have enjoyed the sight a moment longer. “Alexios!” He looks in your direction and immediately knows he’s in for a scolding –after all, it’d only been three days since he’d been gored and stitched up. “You shouldn’t be doing that yet,” you chide.

“I’m fine,” he says and proves his point by showing you the line of stitches –still as neat and undamaged. When you tell Alexios about needing to run an errand to Lebadeia, he offers to come with you. Trypho lends you and the misthios a horse to complete the delivery –it’s quicker and safer than traveling on foot.

On the way back, you stop for a quick reprieve, letting the horse rest and drink from a pool of water fed by a small waterfall that flowed to Lake Kopais. Today had been exceptionally warm, and now that the sun is dipping lower in the sky the dried sheen of sweat on your skins becomes tacky. You strip off your peplos and apron, sinking into the cool water in nothing but a sweat-stained apodesmos and perizoma. Alexios follows suit, leaving his tunic and sword on the banks –you’d taken his armor to the tanner to be repaired.

He circles you, as a predator does its prey –it sends a cold chill down your spine and warmth to your insides. You step into his path, both hands pressing against his chest. Beneath your palms are numerous scars and ever since you first saw them, you’ve wanted to know more. Your hands slide across his pectorals and up a pale brown scar that runs parallel to his right clavicle. He tells you it’s from when he was a child –he’d stumbled into a wolf den in the forests of Argos. “And this one?” You ask.

He looks down at the raised vertical scar on his left breast. It’s not from a recent injury as portions of it have begun fading. “Don’t remember,” he replies, in earnest. It was easy to forget the stories behind minor injuries when they were so numerous.

“What about this?” One of your fingertips follows the raised scar that crosses over his navel. Something stirs in him and a spark turns his dark eyes to burning amber.

“Training recruits,” he tells you.

“This one?” You inquire, following the crooked line from his uninjured side up to his ribs. 

“Arena in Pephka.” His voice drops and is noticeably rougher. Alexios presses your hand flat to his chest and steps closer –his heart is thudding beneath your palm. You feel a lump form in your throat when his thumb traces over your lips but it quickly fades when he settles his lips against yours.

The hand on his chest slips up to his neck and you press yourself closer to him. You’ve always wondered what I would be like to have the love of a god –this is the closest you’ll ever get to fulfill that curiosity. One of his hands finds your lower back, the other brushes against your cheek. It’s difficult to think this is the same man who was once Deimos –a weapon. His lips are soft, hands gentle. You both pull back at the same time, but then his lips are on your neck, laving, and suckling –the coarse stubble on his jaw dragging across your skin. “Alexios,” you gasp, tugging at the ends of his hair.

He finds the pin holding your apodesmos in place and opens it with one hand, tugging on the soaked material covering your breasts and then his lips are on yours again. Ravenous and needy. Without looking, he throws the strip of wool toward the edge of the pool and glides his calloused hands over your bare breasts, lightly kneading one of your nipples until it stiffens beneath his palm. You know what lies along this path and no matter how much you want him, you step back –breathing heavily. “You could tear the stitches,” you warn. Torn stitches will only hinder him from healing properly.

Alexios wades back to you, pressing his face against your neck. “Then we’ll take things slow,” he proposes, voice a heady gravel. You mold into him –like wet clay in the hands of a skilled potter. His hands dip below the water, untying the perizoma around your hips –it finds a place next to your other garments. Rough fingertips trail the length of your body and find a resting place between your thighs. “Tell me what you want,” he rasps.

“I want you,” you whisper, hand resting on his cheek. You’re not one to plead, not even for the love of a demigod, but there’s a first time for everything. Alexios catches the spark that appears in your eyes and smirks –thinking about what’s to come when his side is healed. One finger slides into you, stroking and exploring. He adds a second finger and watches the shift in your expression. You grip onto his shoulder, head falling back with a soft whine when his thumb presses against your clit. His cock twitches as a pitiful pule escapes your lips. 

His lips drag across your jaw. A precipice is fast approaching, evident in the way you’re breathing hitches and how your walls constrict around his fingers. Alexios wants to watch you come undone whilst he’s inside you. You whimper at the loss. Though when you notice him fumbling at the knot in his loincloth, your hands slip beneath the water and gently pushing his away. He takes your swollen lips again –kissing you may very well be one of his new favorite things, even more so than annoying his sister and step-brother.

He groans and bites down on your shoulder when you take him into your hand and give a tentative stroke from base to head. His cock is just as impressive as the rest of him. It takes all his willpower to pull your hand away, but then he is lifting you from the water. He groans again when your slick folds slide over him, ankles hooking low around his back. You want to protest –thinking of the stitches, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything lest the moment be lost.

He sits back on the bank in the tall grass with you astride his lap –hard length pressing against your stomach. You roll your hips forward and are rewarded with a ragged groan, but you can see it in his eyes –he likes being in control. A smile crosses your lips as you repeat the same action. It’s enough to drive him mad. The growl rising in his throat is feral –his fingers dig deep into your hips, a gentle reminder of who he is and what he’s capable of.

You shift onto your knees, raising your hips and reach between you, sliding the head of his cock through your heat before beginning to sink back down. “Fuck,” he hisses as your warmth envelops him and his hands slide from your hips around to your backside, pushing you down until your hips meet. Your head falls forward, resting on his shoulder and for the moment, the world around you vanishes.

Alexios shifts and it brings you crashing back down –skin alight with his touch. You take his rugged face into your hands and kiss him, slowly, just as your hips begin to roll into his. He breaks away and dips his head low, teeth scraping over your breasts down to one of your nipples. His name falls from your lips like a sacred prayer.

He’s moving your hips how he sees fit and lifting his to meet yours. Your hands slip into his hair, ruining the small bun of matted locks tied up with a thin leather thong. Alexios bares his teeth when you tug on his hair, hip snapping up into yours. Brown eyes flecked with gold bore into your own.

The air leaves your lung when he abruptly turns, laying you on the soft woven grass. Alexios holds tight to one of your thighs as he ruts into you –face buried deep into your neck. Your fingertips dig into his shoulder blades, between scars. It’s a slight shift in your hips that causes breathy moans to flow from your lips each time his cock slides back into your heat, hitting the one spot that makes you feel like Aphrodite herself. He thrives off the wanton sounds. “Alexios,” you pant, toes curling and walls clenching around him.

He moves erratically, grunting between thrusts and continues to strike that spot deep inside you. All is lost when the rough pads of his fingers find your clit. Alexios raises his head and basks in the moment you come undone –mouth falling open, eyes slipping shut, heels pressing into his lower back. Your grip on his shoulders loosens and your hands slide down his back, finding the scar from when you’d met in Amphipolis.

Alexios breathes your name as though he speaks to a goddess and with several slow, deep thrusts he finds his end. He hovers above you, bracing most of his weight on his forearms. You trace over the wrinkles in his brow and push up on your elbows. The kiss is so soft, sweet, and slow it makes his heart ache and understand why Orpheus would follow Eurydice to the underground.

He rolls off to the side, and you weakly protest the loss and warmth running down your thighs. Then you are slipping effortlessly back into the role of his healer. You sit up, looking over the sutures in his side. None of them have torn, but several are trying to bleed again. Alexios rolls his eyes –he’s endured far worse than bloody stitches. He sits up –looking like both Ares and Adonis– and gathers his damp undergarment to clean both of you up.

You both lay back in the grass, legs intertwined and tracing obscure patterns over one another’s skin until darkness looms on the horizon. Alexios traces a line down your cheek when you prop your chin upon his chest. “We should head back,” you tell him, “these forests are treacherous at night.”

Night falls, and the main gates of Orchomenos come into view. Alexios stables the borrowed mount and drapes his arm over your shoulders as you both return to the clinic.

Days pass and Alexios takes up completing odd tasks for people around the city while you work with Pylenor tending to those who come sick and injured. Every morning you and Alexios break your fast on jams and bread and every evening you share a meal too. It frightens you to think about how accustomed to his presence you’ve become.

Finally one evening, you motion for him to sit for you to remove the sutures before the wound completely seals. A few days later you bring his leather cuirass back from the market, fully repaired by the tanner. You expect him to leave soon after, but he stays and each kiss and tender caress will make it even harder when he does rejoin Kassandra.

A GOLDEN EAGLE named Ikaros brings word that his sister has docked in Lokris and it just so happens that you have a delivery to take Marpsas in Alponos. By the day’s end, you find yourself standing on the docks of Opous with Alexios. Your fingertips ghost over his cheek, following the scar below his eye. “I’ve quite enjoyed having my own misthios around,” you admit. He’d been with you now for more than a full lunar cycle. Between this time and his sporadic visits, you cannot deny the extreme fondness you hold for him. Given more time, it may blossom into something more. 

“Every misthios needs a healer,” he remarks. During his time with Kassandra and Barnabas, he’s witnessed the damage pirates, bandits, and other mercenaries can do, especially when no one aboard the vessel is trained in medicine.

“I could come with you,” you offer –life at sea does sound like a fun adventure.

Alexios glances back at the Adrestia and knows deep down that he cannot take you from your calling as a healer without condemning innocents to death, but he can always be a misthios on land or sea. Besides Kassandra can look after herself. He takes one of your hands and kisses the center of your palm. “Or I could stay,” he whispers. Your lips part in surprise and Alexios sees it as a good excuse to crane down and place a soft, lingering kiss upon them. Against his lips, he can feel your smile. “Let’s go home,” he breathes.

#Alexios #Deimos #Alexios x Reader #Deimos x Reader #Alexios Imagine #Deimos Imagine #Alexios Fanfiction #Deimos Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Imagine #Assassin's Creed Fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Odyssey #AC: Odyssey #my writing #listen #Deimos!Alexios being redeemed and finding love is my kink and I will write about over and over idgaf #here be smut #im a bit rusty so do forgive it #yes the title is that one Hozier song

[liliumlies]

unfortunate circumstances

All votes gathered, Mother stands, and raises her hand. “Everyone,” she calls to your attention. “It is time.”

Her hand gestures towards the cage in the middle of it all.

“Rago, if you will.”

“Very well,” he replies.

On the table which Rago is set, a circle of darkness appears. This solid blackness seems to gain form, and morphs into different shapes. The dark substance solidifies into crystals to tell you the truth of what happened.

It begins with a figure of Kislap, looking at maps and handling a revolver in their hand. It seems the figure settles on something, and stands up. The scene dissipates, replaced by a recreation of the forest.

Kislap’s figure climbs the big tree, and takes a spot among its higher branches.

Crystalline figures, one unrecognizable and the easily recognizable Dog-Head are inside Leo’s shack, chatting with Leo and playing with the dog, Oliver. The anonymous figure leaves shortly, and much later on, Dog-Head follows.

Kislap on the branches of the tree predicts Dog-Head’s path back to the village, and fires when they find the clear shot. Dog-Head’s head is hit, and the figure, who was picking berries, witnesses it. The basket in their hands drop, and rushes to Dog-Head. They snap towards the figure in the big tree, and promptly vanishes.

The sniper Kislap, fearing the worst, tosses aside their revolver. The figure appears before them, and Kislap barely has any time to whip out their other gun, the Contender, before the figure’s hand plunges through her chest.

Even taken off balance and slipping off the branch, Kislap manages to take her shot with the vampire-killing silver gun, hitting the figure on their left shoulder, pushing them away and making them fall as well.

As this was all happening, the forest around Dog-Head starts wilting, the crystals darkening and transforming grotesquely. Dog-Head stands, healed of their wound, and immediately runs toward where the shots sounded.

The figure and Kislap fall down to the ground below the big tree. Kislap’s falls badly, splattering blood from her injury all around her. The other figure is barely slowed, and immediately gets up despite their own wound to continue their assault, but is stopped by Dog-Head’s call and presence.

Virgo is calmed, and finally recognizes who Dog-Head’s attacker was. Kislap, in her dying moment, calls for help, putting her hand up behind her ear. 

Virgo starts to rush to try and help her, but Dog-Head points out their own wound, caused by the Contender’s silver bullet. They use a scalpel to quickly try to dig out the bullet and carve out the infected flesh, making a mess of blood everywhere.

Bleeding heavily from the rushed surgery, Virgo is weakening. Dog-Head implores that they drink their blood to heal immediately. Drink as much as she needs, as they can take what they’re missing from their surroundings. A volatile magic, barely controllable by their current emotions. 

And so Virgo does take her drink, and the surrounding forest, as well as the big tree, gets a painful dose of decay. Dog-Head loses consciousness from the pain and the anemia, and Virgo is healed.

Virgo props Dog-Head’s body up by a nearby tree, and leaves the location in a panic.

Quickly afterwards, she reappears, her outfit clean and with Vanitas in tow. Vanitas checks on Dog-Head, and shortly after, Parian stumbles into the scene, finding Kislap’s body.

The crystals fade to black, and the darkness shrinks back into Rago’s cage.

“Kislap’s killer... is Virgo,” Rago finishes.

#rago #ch3 #trial 3

[galacticism]

imagine being the first ancient greek bitch in your village to like get your body done like ass shots titties done and like beat face contoured… and then you walked into like the agora or whatever greek people have and everyone dropped their lyres and was shookedt? like everyone pressing olives was just in shock and you walked across the parian marble floors in your wantmylook.com thigh high lace up heeled sandals and stole their grain like your life depended on it… yes god

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  Ako si Dinmarc Louie E. Paredes, 17 taong gulang at nakatira sa Blk-28 L-2 Birmingham Village, Pulo, Cabuyao, Laguna. Nag-aaral sa AMA calamba parian branch at section ICT-2B.

  Noong bata ako ay nagaaral sa St.Vincent sa Mabuhay ph6 doon nagsimula ang unang yugto ng aking buhay sa pag-aaral ako yung tipo ng bata na laging nakikipag-away sa katabi,tahimik,madaldal, at mahilig kumain. Ang paborito ko pa ngang pagkain tuwing break time  ay ang (Kwek-Kwek). Ang KWEK-KWEK ay isang uri ng pagkain na kung saan ang itlog ng manok na buo ay ipiniprito sa mantika ngunit bago ito lutuin ay ito ay nilalagyan ng harina. Lagi akong uuwi ng masaya sa aming tahanan bago umuwe ay minsan maauna ang pakikipaglaro sa harap ng bahay bago magbihis galing eskwelahan. Habang ako ay masaya ay ang aking nanay ay laging nagaasikaso sa bahay,naglilinis,nagluluto at marami pang iba.

   Ang aking tatay naman ay nasa barko hindi kami mayaman kami'y may kaya lang habang ang tatay ko ay nagpapakahirap sa ibang bansa para lang matustusan kaming mag-iina ay siyang aming susundin kung ano man ang kanilang iniwan na habilin. Ako ang tipo na bata na sobrang masayahin. Hindi iniinda ang anumang problema medyo spoiled din ako kayat umiiyak ako kapag hindi ko nakukuha ang aking kagustuhan. Lalo na kapag akoy humihingi ng piso sa aking nanay at hindi ako binibigyan lagi akong nagmumukmok sa aming tahanan. 

  Hanggang sa akoy elementarya na kami ay lumipat ng tahanan kami ay lumipat sa Brgy. Pulo, Cabuyao, Birmingham Village. Ok naman ang naging daloy ng aking buhay at pag-aaral ganun parin ang sitwasyon ng aking mga magulang naging masaya rin ang buhay ko nung elementarya maraming kulitan, asaran, katuwaan, awayan, tampuhan at marami pang iba hanggang ngayon ay bilang ko na lang ang mga naging kaibigan kong tunay simula elementarya hanggang ngayon. Minsan nagtatapos ng may karangalan minsan wala pero ok lang sa akin dahil nagawa ko naman ang best ko sa bagay na iyon.

  Pero kung ikukumpara ko ang mga kasiyahan sa aking buhay? Walang mas tatalo sa buhay ng pagiging high school. Iba ang pakiramdam nung ako ay tumuntong ng high school. Ani nga ng ibang tao mas masaya ang pagaaral nila nung sila ay high school kahit ako dama ko ang kanilang sinasabe at naisip ko sa sarili ko na "totoo nga ang kanilang sinasabe" naging mahirap at naging masaya ang buhay ko sa high school natuto akong makisalamuha sa mga tao, naging palakaibigan ako, tumaas ang self-confidence ko, at marami akong natutunang bagay na hindi ko pa nalalaman noon. Marami akong nasalihang event field trip, christmas party, acquiantance party at marami pang iba at dun ko rin nakilala ang babaeng nagpatibok na aking puso na kasalukuyang nag-aaral sa paaralan ng AMA calamba parian branch. 

  Hanggang ako ay tumuntong na ng Senior High school. Napagdesisyunan kong pumasok sa AMA dahil nung akoy nag-aaral pa ay mayroong mga estudyante at mga guro na naglilibot upang ipakilala ang kanilang pinagmamalaking paaralan nahiyakat ako sa paaralang ito ay dahil bukod sa kursong aking kukunin na ( I.T. ) ay isa daw sila sa top leading I.T. schools sa pilipinas at tatlong araw ang pasok nila dahil college daw nila kung ituring ang mga bagong Senior high school na parating. Ok naman ang aking naging First day ko at naging tuloy tuloy ang mga kasiyahang iyon laging masaya ang aming silid-aralan ng dahil sa aking mga kaklase ng dahil din sa kaluwagan ng aking skedyul ay nagtry akong mag-apply ng isang trabaho.

  Ako ay nag-apply sa Mcdonald's sa mayapa branch. Nung una ay naging mahirap ang aking pag-aapply bukod sa wala akong mapagkukunang pera ay iniisip ko rin kung ito ba ay kaya kong pagsabayin. Pumayag naman ang aking Ama kayat akoy binigyan ng budget para sa aking pagaapply. Ako ay kumuha ng mga cards, clearance, I.D., Cedula, Medical at marami pang iba hanggang sa nagpasa na ako ng aking requirements ay ako ay pumasa sa mga pagsusulit ng kanilang kumpanya at akoy nakapag simula sa aking first day sa trabaho. Hindi naging madali sa simula dahil ako'y baguhan pa lamang ngunit sa katagalan ng panahon ay nagkandatuto-tuto na ako naging masaya at nakaya ko ang pag-aaral habang nagtatrabaho ngunit naging mahirap din lalo't minsan ay gabi sa trabaho at pag-aaral sa umaga. Kaya't minsannay nahuhuli ako ng isa hanggang dalawang oras sa klase nagpapasalamat ako dahil tinatanggap parin ako ng aking mga guro sa kabila ng mga pangyayari naging masaya ako sa aking buhay at ako'y handa pa sa mga susunod na eksena ng aking buhay. 

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A poem On Minsden Chapel from Gentleman’s magazine 1825

No pomp of art, no jewell’d shrine,

No tombs of gilded splendour shine

In Minsden’s lone remains.

Nor Parian marble’s vivd glow,

Nor mimic works of art, that shew

The sculptor’s faultless pains.

Rest is the fence; and loiterers tread,

Gay, unthinking on the bed

Of many a Preston seer;

The truant boy forsakes his sheep

To pluck the azure bells, that weep

Upon his grandsire’s bier.

The ivy o’er the mouldering walls

In fair festoons of nature falls,

And mantles on their brow:

It seems to weep for that lone aisle,

That broken arch, and desert pile’ In ruin sinking now:

Yet have they seen the steel-knit mail

The swords, the spears, that ne’er did fail,

Of Salem’s chivalry. *

That race is gone - and this is their seat

Now bends the spoiler’s shafts to meet,

As if in sympathy.

That race is gone, but still their name

Stands blazoned in the scroll of fame,

It ne’er may wane and fade:

The deeds of heroes cannot die;

Though low and cold in dust they lie,

A crown of glory shoothes their shade.

But Minsden falls. You mid-day sun,

E’re many an unusual course is run,

Will know its place no more

‘Twill sink in Time’s deep gulf away,

No pilgrim as they pass shall say,

Here Minsden stood of yore.

Yet those stout hearts that rear’d the pile,

That fought for Salem’s towers, the while

In honour’s fame shall bloom:

Green was the laurel on their brow,

In the tourney’s knightly strife, and now

It thickens on their tomb.

(uncredited)

* The Chapel belonged to the Knights of St John of Jerusalem 

Minsden Chapel is a ruin at the top of a hill a few miles west of Stevenage near the village of Preston, i encountered this on a long walk and later found the site to be steeped in history and superstition, where numerous ghost stories and hoax ghost sightings have been recorded. I would like to investigate this further and include this in my publication if time allows It has been said that as the chapel crumbled weddings continued to take place here until a stone  fell and knocked the bible out of the hand of the vicar and the ruins have since laid empty. 

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鄭德華教授

香港大學博士，主修歷史，研究領域包括中國近代史、嶺南地區歷史文化、廣東僑鄉和海外華人。從八十年代開始，對港澳歷史文化研究逐步加強，曾參與多項有關這方面的研究、出版活動。主要著作有《台山僑鄉與新寧鐵路》（合作）、《歷史追索與方法探求》、〈清初遷海時澳門考略〉、〈廣東中路土客械鬥〉〈嶺南歷史文化的開拓和保護〉、〈香港上水廖族的歷史與現代轉變〉等。曾在廣東中山大學、美國加州大學任教學和研究，亦曾任三聯書店（香港）有限公司高級策劃編輯，現任澳門大學社會及人文科學學院中文系副教授、中國文化研究中心主任。

ZHENG DEHUA 鄭德華 Invited Full Professor

Other Roles

·         Director of Research Centre for Chinese Culture

Academic Qualifications

·         Doctor of Philosophy, University of Hong Kong, Hong Kong (1990)

·         Master of Arts, Zhongshan Univeristy, China (1978)

·         Bachelor of Arts, Zhongshan Universty, China (1968)

Teaching Area

·         Chinese History and Culture

·         Research Method in History

·         Art of Editing

Research Area

·               Recent and Modern Chinese History

·               History and Culture of South China

·               Overseas Chinese and Qiaoxiang History

·               Hong Kong and Macau History

·               Hakka People History

Current Research

·         A Study on the Relations between Modern Qiaoxiang of Guangdong Province and Guangzhou, Hong Kong and Macau

·         The Network and Culture on Guangdong Qiaoxiang

·         Hong Kong and Macau History

Professional Affiliations

·         Academic Advisor of the Department of Chinese Culture and Member of the Steering Group on the Establishment of the Department of Chinese Culture, The Hong Kong Polytechnic University

·         Adjunct Professor, Asian American Studies, School of Ethnic Studies, San Francisco State University

·         Supervisor, “The Stories Behind the old Diaolou”— a Permanent Exhibition of Overseas Chinese History in Kaiping, Guangdong Province

·         Gust Research Fellow, The History & Sun Yat-sen  Institute, Guangdong Academy of Social Sciences

·         Supervisor, Association of Overseas Chinese History Guangdong Provence

·         Vice-chairman, The Association of Chinese Traditional Culture of Macau

Selected Publications

(1)  Books:

·         A Hong Kong History with Cartoon, J P C Ltd. (H K), June 2005 (republication, Co-author: Yuan Zi). «歲月留情 – 漫畫香港史»，三聯書店(香港)有限公司，1992年9月初版，2005年6月重版(與炎子合作)。

·         The Chinese and Western Style Architecture in Guangdong Qiaoxiang, Joint Publishing (H. K.) Co.Ltd., Jun 2003. 《廣東僑鄉建築文化》香港﹕三聯書店（香港）有限公司，2003年6月初版。

·         Search for History and Research Method, Hong Kong: Joint Publishing（H.K.）Co. Ltd., June 1999. 《歷史方法與方法探求》，三聯書店（香港）有限公司， 1999年6月版。

·         The Historical Maps of Macau (Co-author: Zhou Ailian, K.C. Hok), Beijing: Huawen Publishing Co., Jan. 2000. 《澳門歷史地圖精選》，北京﹕華文出版社， 2000年1月（合作者：鄒愛蓮、霍啓昌）。

·         Sunning Railway and the Taishan County. Guangzhou: Zhongshan University Press,1991 (Co-author: Lucie Cheng).《臺山僑鄉與新寧鐵路》，廣州：中山大學出版社，1991年 （合作者：成露西）。

·         Index to Articles on Ming-Ch'ing History in Hong Kong Periodicals, 1980-1987, Hong Kong: Horizon Publishing Company, 1989. (Co-editor: Clara Lau Wing Chung). 《香港地區明清史期刊論文索引》，地平線出版社，1989年（合編者：劉詠聰）。

(2)  Papers:

·            〈澳門盧氏家族與辛亥革命〉，載中央文史研究館編：《紀念辛亥革命一百周年學術論文集》，廣州：廣東人民出版社，2011 年10月，453-462頁。。“The Lu Family of Macau and 1911 Revolution” in National Institute of Literature and History Edit, Collected Works of Commemorates the 1911 Revolution 100th Anniversary Academic Seminar, Guangzhou, Guangdong Renmin Press, Oct. 2011,  pp.453-462.(ISBN   978-7-218-07323-1)

·              〈地域視野下的澳門歷史文化研究〉，載《南國人文學刊》（澳門大學），，2011 第1期，161-174頁。。“Cultural History of Macau: A Regional Perspective”, in South China Journal of Humanities （University of Macau）, 2011, No.1, pp.161-174.(ISSN 2078-6549)

·           “A Review on the Concept ‘Qiaoxiang’ and Qiaoxiang Studies”, Academic Research (No. 2, 2009), pp.95-100. 〈關於‘僑鄉’概念及其研究的再探討〉，《學術研究》 2009年第2期。

·               “A Study on Qiangxiang Culture of Lingnan and the Diversification Cultures in One System of China ”, in Huaqiao and Huaren, November, 2008, No. 2, pp. 58-64. 〈近現代嶺南橋鄉文化與中華文化的一體多元〉,《華僑與華人》，2008年2期，2008年12 月。

·               “A Comment on the ‘Free Trade Port’Police to Macau in 19th Century”, in The Hisory & Sun Yat-sen Institute Guangdong academy of Social Sciences (ed.), Commemorative Collection of the 50th Anniversary of the Founding of the History & Sun Yat-sen Institute Guangdong Academy of Social Sciences 1958-2008, Hong Kong, The Milky Way Publishing Co .Ltd. , November, 2008, pp. 904-919.  <十九世紀澳門 “自由貿易港”政策的歷史評議> ，廣東省社會科學院歷史與孫中山研究所編: 《廣東省社會科學院歷史與孫中山研究所建所五十周年紀念文集》, 2008。

·               “Canton, Hong Kong, Macau: The Centre of Lingnan Culture and the Culture Interflow between These Area and Western Countries in Modern History Age”in Rao Zongyi (ed.), Hua Xue, No. 9,10 (二)，Shanghai Century Publishing Co. Ltd. and Shanghai Classical Book Publishing Co. Ltd., 2008年8月，pp.622-634. 〈粵、港、 澳：近代嶺南文化核心及其對外文化交流〉， 饒宗頤主編：《華學》，第九、十輯（二），上海世紀出版有限公司、上海古籍出版社，2008年。

·               “A Macroscopic Study on the Qiaoxiang History of Xiangshan County”, Journal of Ethnic Chinese, No.2, 2007, pp. 47-50.  <大香山僑鄉歷史的宏觀考察>，《華僑與華人》，2007年12月（2007年第二期），47-50頁。

·               “A Study on a Hakka Village of Brink of the Sea: Ka Ho, Coloane, Macau”, RC, No. 62, pp. 1-12, 2007, Spring.  <澳門路環九澳村：一條濱海客家村的歷史考察>，澳門«文化雜誌»62期， 1-12頁， 2007年春。

·               “Armed Conflicts between Hakkas and puntis from the Xianfeng Reign to the Tongzhi Reign : A Review of the Field ”, Chinese Culture Quarterly, 2005, Summer, pp. 246-268.  <關於咸同年間土客大械鬥的歷史回顧> ，«九州學林»，2005年夏季，三卷二期。

·               “The Method of Cultural Transmit on Hakka People History: A Analysis on ‘Hakka Came from Central China’”, Academic Research (March. 2005), pp111－116. 〈客家歷史文化的承傳方式—客家人來自中原說試析〉，《學術研究》 2005年3月。

·               “A Historical Enlightenment from Huang Zunxian’s Outlook”, UM Chinese Scholarly Serial (1), Nov. 2004, pp..203-214. <黃遵憲文化觀的歷史啟示>，«中文集刊» (1)，2004年11月。

·               “A study on Huang Zun-xian’s View of Affairs Concerning Chinese Nationals Living Abroad (1882-1885)”, Overseas Chinese History Studies, Summer 2004, pp.53-61. 〈黃遵憲的僑務思想活動（1882-1885）〉《華僑華人歷史研究》2004年2期，53-61頁 。

·               “A Study on Chinese and Western Style Architecture in Wuyi Qiaoxiang, Guangdong”in Li Wei: Research on Culture of Qiaoxiang, Guangdong Renmichubanshe, Aug.2004, pp. 28-51. 〈五邑僑鄉中西合璧建築研究〉載李威主編﹕《僑鄉文化探討》，廣州﹕廣東人民出版社，2004年8月。

·               “Zheng Guanying and the Coolie Trade”, in Wang Jie and Deng Kaisong(ed.): Proceedings of the 160th Celebrating the Birthday of Zheng Guanying, Association of Concerning about the Heritage of Macao and Association of Macao History, Sept. 2003, pp. 346─350. 〈鄭觀應與豬仔貿易〉， 載王傑、鄧開頌主編﹕《紀念鄭觀應誕辰一百六十周年學術研討會文集》，澳門歷史文物關注協會、澳門歷史學會出版，2003年9月。

·               “Maritime Silk Road and Overseas Chinese History-With a Study on Chinese and Western Style Architecture in Guangdong Qiaoxiang ”, Lingnan Culture and History ( “The Academic Discussion on the Maritime Silk Road and Chinese Southern Ports” Collected Papers, 2002), pp. .280-284. 〈從華僑史看海上絲綢之路—兼談廣東僑鄉中西建築〉，《嶺南文史》2002年增刊（“海上絲綢之路與南方港”學術研討會論文集）。

·               “Photographs on Cultural Diversity in Macau: A City of Immigrants”, in D.Y. Yuan: Chinese Immigration and Emigration, Macau: University of Macau, 2000, pp.115-121 ）.

·               “A Study on China and Western Countries Culture interflow on Macau”, in Wu Zhiliang and Yang Yunzhong (ed.), Macau 2000, Macau: Macau Foundation, 2000, pp. 336-347. 〈澳門中西文化交流初探〉，吳志良、楊允中編﹕《澳門2000》，澳門﹕澳門基金會，2000年。

·               “Photographs on Cultural Diversity in Macau: A City of Immigrants”, in D.Y. Yuan: Chinese Immigration and Emigration, Macau: University of Macau, 2000, pp.115-121

·                “A Study on the Utilization and Protection of Lingnan Historical Culture Resource” in Academic Research (Sept. 2000), pp.93-97. 〈試論嶺南歷史文化的開拓和保護〉，《學術研究》，2000年9月。

·               “One Trading Port System and Macau Channel” in Academic Research ( Dec. 1999), pp. 35-42. 〈“一口通商”與“澳門航道”〉，《學術研究》，1999年12月。

·               “A Study of Armed Conflicts between the Punti and the Hakka in Central Kwangtung”, Xiandai Yu Chuantong 4 (1994), pp. 81-87.〈廣東中路土客械鬥研究〉，《現代與傳統》, 1994年

·               “On the Historic Graphical Significance of Chixi Xianzhi”, Jiann Hsieh and Chang Chak Yan (eds.), The Proceedings of the International Conference on Hakkaology,  The Chinese University of Hong Kong, 1994, pp.665-674. ＜《赤溪縣志》之史料價值＞，《國際客家研討會論文集》，1994年。

·               “A Study on Clan of Guangdung”, The Journal of Chinese Social and Economic History, 4 (1991), pp.71-82.〈清代廣東宗族問題研究〉，《中國社會經濟史研究》，1991年。

·               “On Hakka History Studies since the Late Qing Dynasty”. Bulletin of Ming-Qing Studies 2 (1989), pp.96-123.  ＜晚清以來客家史研究述評＞， 《明清史集刊》1989年。

·               “‘Tables’Tentative Annotated Bibliography of Reference Tools for Ming-Qing Studies”, Orient (Special Issue on the 60th Anniversary Celebration of the Chinese Department, University of Hong Kong) (1988), pp.17-30. (Co-author: Clara Lau Wing Chung).,＜ 明清史研究工具書敘錄初編之一:"表"＞，《東方》，1988年。

·               “A Study of Macao During the Removal of the Coastal Population in the Early Qing Dynasty”. Xueshu Yanjiu 4 (1988), pp.63-67.  ＜清初遷海時澳門考略＞，《學術研究》，1988年。

·               “A Biography of Chin Gee Hee”. Guangdong Huaqiao Mingren Zhuan. Wen Guangyi. (ed.) Guangzhou: Guangdong Renmin Chubanshe, 1988, pp. 71-91.＜陳宜禧＞， 《廣東華僑名人傳》，廣東人民出版社，1988年。

·               “The Removal of the Coastal Population and Its Social Consequences in Guangdong During the Early Qing Dynasty”. Chinese Culture Quarterly, 1:4 (1988),  pp.47-71.. ＜清初廣東沿海遷徒及其社會影響＞， 《九州學刊》，1988年。

·               “Review of Studies on Lineage Law During the Qing Dynasty”, Journal of Oriental Studies, 25:2 (1987),  pp.295-298. ＜評《清代宗族法研究》＞，《東方文化》，1987年。

·               “Studies on Taishan: A Shaping of an Overseas Chinese Hometown at the End of the 19th Century”. Huaqiaoshi yanjiu 1986:4 (1986), pp.63-71.＜十九世紀臺山僑鄉的形成及其剖析＞，《華僑史研究》，1986。

·               “The Parian: An Overseas Chinese Community in Manila”. Huaqiao Lishi Xuehui Tongxun, 1983:3 (1983), pp.8-18..＜馬尼拉的巴利昂華人社區＞，《華僑歷史學會通訊》1983年。

·               “The Debate Between the Revolutionary Party and the Loyalist Party in Southeast Asia before the Revolution of 1911”. Xueshu Yanjiu 1983:12 (Domestic Edition, 1983), pp.54-62.＜辛亥革命前革命黨與保皇黨在南洋的論戰＞，《學術研究》，1983年。

·               “Chinese Emigration: The Sunning Railway and the Development of Taishan. ”Zhongshan Daxue Xuebao 1980:4 (1980), pp.24-47. Also published in English in Amerasia Journal, 9:1(1982), pp.59-74. (Co-authors: Lucie Cheng and Liu Yuzun),＜華僑，新寧鐵路與臺山＞，《中山大學學報》，1982年（合作：成路西、劉玉遵）。

·               “Some Valuable Materials on Overseas Chinese in Taishan County”. Huaqiao Lun Wenji 1, Guangzhou: Guangdong Huaqiao Lishi Xuehui, 1982; pp.454-489. (Co-author: Wu Xingci).＜一批有價值的華僑史資料＞《華僑論文集》(一)，1982年 （合作者：吳行賜）

Selected Conference paper

·              〈澳門盧氏家族與辛亥革命〉“Macao Lu Family and 1911 Revolution”  （論文、特邀嘉賓發言）(Paper and keynote speaker ) 紀念辛亥革命100周年學術研討會(Commemorates the 1911 Revolution 100th Anniversary Academic Seminar ) 中央文史研究館 主辦( Host by the National Institute of Literature and History.)  廣東廣州，2011年4月7-8日。

·            〈辛亥革命與海外華僑再探討〉（研討會論文） “辛亥革命百年回眸與反思專題研討會”（第八屆國情國學教學研討會） （北京師範大學、香港浸會大學）聯合國際學院中國語言文化中心主辦，珠海國際學院，2011年10月21-22日。

·              “The Culture of Clan and Modern Qiaoxiang: A Study on the Pearl Deter”, International Conference on History and Culture of Guangdong, Hong Kong, Macau and the Pearl River Delta Region, University of Macau, Nov. 25-26, 2008. <宗族文化與近現代僑鄉：以珠江三角洲為例>,“省港澳與珠江三角洲地域歷史文化國際研討會”, 澳門大學社會科學及人文學院中文系中國文化研究中心主辦主辦，廣東省文史研究舘、廣東社會科學院歷史研究所、香港嶺南大學香港與華南歷史研究部、中山市華僑歷史學會協辦, 澳門，2008年11月25-26日。

·               “Hong Kong and Qiaoxiang of Guangdong Province”, “Hong Kong History and Society”, International Academic Conference , 6-8. June, 2007, Lingnan University, H.K. , <香港與近代廣東僑鄉>，“香港歷史與社會”國際學術研討會，2007年6月7－8日，香港，嶺南大學。

Current Courses

1.      Art of Editing (ACCH404)

2.      General Chinese History II (CHIN231)

3.      History and Culture of South China (CHIN310)

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1.      Bibliography I (ACCH310)

2.      Chinese Advertisements and Promotional Writing (ACCH401)

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5.      Art Of Editing (CHIN233)

6.      Chinese Social and Economic History (CHIN311)

7.      Quantitative Methods for Chinese History I (CHIN332)

8.      Quantitative Methods for Chinese History II (CHIN333)

9.      Research Method For History (CPHM101)

10.  Special Topics in Recent & Modern Chinese History (EDCH410)

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Exploring Islamabad, Pakistan

Islamabad is the capital of Pakistan. It is considered one of the most culturally diverse cities in Pakistan, as it has attracted people from all over the country to its borders. This trend has continued since the foundation of the city, making it one of the fastest growing cities in South Asia. Islamabad is the seat of government in Pakistan, and since it was purpose built as a capital city, it is one of the most developed and attractive cities in Pakistan. The attractions of Islamabad include the Faisal Mosque, the largest in South Asia; the Pakistan Monument, one of the two national monuments; Parliament House; and several historical sites with ties to the Silk Road, epitomising Pakistan’s cultural heritage.

Here are some of the top places to visit in Islamabad

Faisal Masjid

Lok Virsa Museum

Pakistan Monument

Saidpur Village

Rawal Lake

Margalla Hills

Jinnah Supermarket

Shakarparian Hills

The Islamabad Zoo

Pakistan Museum of Natural History

Things to do in Islamabad

A spiritual visit to the Faisal Mosque

Lunch at The Monal Restaurant, Pir Sohawa

A visit to the Daaman-e-Koh

Picnic at The Lake View Park, Rawal Lake

Have an unforgettable experience at The Bird Aviary, Lake View Park

Go hiking in the Margalla Hills

A visit to the Shakar Parian Hills

Go Shopping and Lots of Fun at The Centaurus Mall

Escape to the Rose & Jasmine Garden

Enjoy a cup of tea at the Chaaye Khana

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Product

1.       Natural Products

Olives & Olive Oil

The Greek olive and its virgin oil is considered as one of the best in the world. It is the basis of the Greek and Mediterranean diet. It is a healthy product and medical researchers have proved that it is one of the reasons that Cretans live longer. Olive and olive oil is produced all over Greece.

 Honey

The production of honey is a Greek tradition that dates back to the antiquity. Greece, with its great variety of plants and flowers, produces different tastes of honey. This product is considered as one of the best in the world and the best honey can only be found in mountain villages.

 Wine

Wine was born in Greece and it is a Greek tradition since the antiquity. Wine processing was actually invented in Greece. Today, one can enjoy a great diversity of Greek wines: red, white and rose, sweet or dry. Greece also produces some famous kinds of wine like the Retsina, a white wine which has an accentuated resin taste, and the Mavrodafni, a dark red wine which reminds the Portuguese Porto. For a detailed gallery of Greek wines, see the section of Greek food and wines.

 Alcohol

Ouzo is the most famous Greek alcohol of Greece and its trademark. It is a strong alcohol with the taste of Anis which can be served straight or with water. It is accompanied with little meets (mezedes). Tsipouro reminds the Ouzo but has a stronger taste. Depending of the region, it is also called Raki.

 Vinegar

Greece has a variety of tasty natural vinegar made from wine.

 Herbs

Greece has a great variety of herbs and plants with many virtues: mountain tea, oregano, sage, chamomile, sage, basil, mint, parsley.

 Spices

Greece is also famous for the many spices used in the food: sesame (white sesame also), the cumin, the machlepi and the valuable red saffron.

 Nuts

Greece also produces a large variety of nuts: almonds, pistasamos, dry grapes, sun flowers seeds, melon seeds, hazel-nut, and peanuts.

 2. Manufactured products

Carpets and rugs

Handmade carpets and rugs have been a part of the Greek tradition for centuries. The actual main production areas of rugs can be found around the town of Tripolis, in the Peloponnese, and around the towns of Trikala and Karditsa in Thessaly. Carpets are known since the antiquity, one can even find allusions to them in the mythology. The most important centres of hand-weaving are in Lefkada Island, Anogeia and Metsovo.

Leather

Leather is a specialty in Greece. Many leather items of all qualities can be found in the country: shoes, clothes, sandals, handbags, gloves, hats and more.

 Handicrafts

Many traditional handicrafts can be found in Greece: knotted carpets, embroidered cushion covers, woodwork and much more.

 Jewellery

Jewel is a Greek tradition dated to the antiquity. Many jewellery shops, famous or not, offer a large variety of jewels: golden or silver jewellery or objects to reproductions of ancient jewellery and ornaments. Islands like Santorini Island and Mykonos Island has specialized in jewellery.

  Material

1.     Clothing material in ancient Greece

Primarily consisted of the chiton, peplos, himation, and chlamys. Ancient Greek men and women typically wore two pieces of clothing draped about the body: an undergarment and a cloak. Clothes were customarily homemade out of various lengths of rectangular linen or wool fabric with little cutting or sewing, and secured with ornamental clasps or pins, and a belt, or girdle (zone). Pieces were generally interchangeable between men and women.

 Fabrics

Ancient Greek clothing was made with silk, linen and most often, wool. The production of fabric was a long and tedious process, making ready-made clothing expensive. It was socially accepted that textile making was primarily women's responsibility, and the production of high quality textiles was regarded as an accomplishment for women of high status. Once made, the cloth was rarely cut. The seamless rectangles of fabric were draped on the body in various ways with little sewing involved.  

 2.  Sculpture material

Stone and marble

Various uncrystallized limestones were frequently used in the archaic period and here and there even in the fifth century. But white marble, in which Greece abounds, came also early into use, and its immense superiority to limestone for statuary purposes led to the abandonment of the latter. The choicest varieties of marble were the Parian and Pentelic. Both of these were exported to every part of the Greek world.

 Wood

Wood was often, if not exclusively, used for the earliest Greek temple-images, those rude xoana, of which many survived into the historical period, to be regarded with peculiar veneration. We even hear of wooden statues made in the developed period of Greek art. But this was certainly exceptional. Wood plays no part worth mentioning in the fully developed sculpture of Greece, except as it entered into the making of gold and ivory statues or of the cheaper substitutes for these.

 Food

Greek Mezedes

The mezedes (single: mezes) are appetizers, served before or with the main dishes, usually accompanied with ouzo or tsipouro. They come in small plates. It is one of the basic elements of the Greek culture to share food and wine with friends, in a joyful and unhurried environment.

 Tzatziki

Greek yogurt with finely chopped cucumber, garlic and olive oil. Ideal to eat with fresh Greek bread, fried potatoes or fried meatballs.

 Saganaki

Fried cheese. Different sorts of cheese can be found in saganaki. Excellent with a zest of lemon.

 Keftedakia

Fried meatballs of beef, garlic and bread. Excellent dish.

 Spanakopitakia Small spinach pies with crushed feta cheese.

 Tiropitakia Small cheese pies, usually made of feta or kasseri cheese.

Horta Boiled wild greens with olive oil, salt and lemon.

 Briam Mix of roast potatoes, eggplants, onions, garlic, tomato sauce and olive oil.

 Dolmadakia Grape leaves filled with rice and onions and sometimes minced beef.

 Kalamarakia Small pieces of fried squid with lemon juice.

 Htapodi Small pieces of octopus served either fried with lemon juice or boiled, with olive oil, vinegar and oregano. Feta cheese the famous Greek cheese can also be eaten alone, as a meze, with olive oil and oregano.

 Greek salades

Of course, the most famous is the Greek salad, or else Horiatiki (Village Salad), but there are also many other types of salads and dip sauces.

 Horiatiki Salata or Greek salad Also know as "Greek salad", the horiatiki is a mix of fresh tomatoes, olives, cucumber, onions, green pepper, feta cheese, olive oil and oregano.

 Melitzanosalata An eggplant puree with finely chopped garlic and olive oil. It is succulent with fresh bread.

 Taramosalata (tarama) Crushed fish eggs.

 Main dishes

Greeks have a lot of excellent main dishes and meat is their favorite ingredient.

 Moussaka This famous Greek dish has a base made of potatoes topped with eggplants onions, minced beef and bechamel creme.

 Pastitsio This is another well-known Greek dish reminding of the Italian Lasagnas. It consists of spaghetti No 2 topped with minced beef, onions, tomato sauce and bechamel sauce.

 Paidakia Grilled lamb's ribs served with lemon.

 Kokoretsi This is one of the favorite dishes of Greeks. They mostly eat it during Easter. It consists of wrapped and roasted entrails of lamb, served with lemon.

 Soups

Greek soups are succulent and Greeks usually have soups in winter.

 Kotossoupa Chicken soup usually with avgolemono (sauce made with eggs and lemon).

 Psarossoupa Fish soup with parsley, potatoes and carrots.

 Fassolada White bean soup with parsley and, sometimes, tomato sauce.

 Fakies Lentil soup with tomato sauce.

 Magiritsa Easter soup made of the inside of lamb, dill and the avgolemono sauce (egg and lemon).

 Patsa Tripe soup, considered by Greeks as a very good remedy to hangovers.

 Herbs and spices

Greece is famous for its unique herbs and spices which they use in every Greek dish to add an extra taste and delight the senses. The excellent quality of spices and herbs is due to the long sunshine periods, making the Greek flora particularly rich, producing an incredible variety of the best herbs and spices in the world.

Famous herbs of great quality and easy to find in Greece are the chamomile, the mountain tea, sage, basil, mint, parsley, tilio (lime leaves used as an infusion) and much more. Supreme Greek spices are the sesame (white sesame also), the cumin, the machlepi and the valuable red saffron.

 Greek Wines and alcohol beverages

Tsipouro / Raki

This really strong alcohol looks a bit like ouzo but with a stronger taste of anis. Greeks drink it with ice and sometimes add a bit of water. It is always accompanied with mezedes and good friends. In different parts of Greece, such as Crete, some islands and the northern Greece, people make their own home made Tsipouro, also called Raki (depending of the region) which is really strong.

 Ouzo

This is the most famous Greek alcohol beverage, the trade mark of the country. It is a strong alcohol, drinkable straight with ice or with a bit of water. It is ideal to drink with all kinds of mezedes. The best ouzo is made in Lesvos and the most famous trades are Ouzo Plomariou and Barbayanni.

 Mavrodafni

This sweet wine is made in Patras Peloponnese. It is really thick and dark (almost black) and can be compared to the Portuguese Porto. This strong wine is used for the Holy Communion in the Greek Orthodox Church.

 Retsina

The famous Retsina is a Greek white wine with a particular resin taste. This taste is due to the way of production of this wine: they put the grapes in new cask which have still the wood resin on, giving to the whine that special taste.

 Greek Wines

There is a huge diversity of Greek wines: red, white and rose, sweet or dry.

    Pattern

Various Greek Key names used to describe the Greek Key Pattern include Greek Fret, Greek Key, Labyrinth, Maze, and the Meander Pattern.

The pattern originated from Greek mythology and were symbolic of the labyrinth that imprisoned the Minotaur.

In Greek mythology the Centaur had the torso of a person combined with the body of a horse.

In a time when most people could not write or read, myths were the most effective way to pass knowledge and teach people about moral virtues, cosmology, love, death, forgiveness and everything that is present in our daily lives.

The pattern is often incorporated as a border design around a ring, bracelet surround forming a running ornamental design of repeated symmetrical figures.

In Europe, this pattern was included in the dominant style of architecture during the 18th century. The style of architecture also influenced and was reflected in the jewelry of the time.

Greek Key Pattern & Beach Stones

The Greek Key design isn't only found on jewelry. In the photograph below is a pavement in the streets of Rhodes, made from beach stones, featuring the "meander" Greek key pattern!

Hannes Grobe

 This is the work of Hannes Grobe, who kindly permitted me to reproduce this image on Antique Jewelry Investor.

 Now, what would the earth look like from space if we were to re-surface all those ugly old black tar roads with Greek Key design cobblestones, like in the streets of Rhodes. Wouldn't that look something from space!

 Curved or angular variations of the same key patterns are also in existence. Being very ancient motifs they occur in the earliest farming communities in Anatolia in the six millennium BC and were a major feature design in pottery decoration throughout Neolithic Europe.

 Designs based on spiral scrolls, circles, and meandering bands are typical of the art of the Mycenaean civilization on the Greek mainland in the middle of the second millennium BC.

 During the Georgian neoclassical movement when Europe was having a revival in classical Greece, the Greek key pattern above all others signified Greek style and taste.

 The connection with water persisted into Roman times when the motif was frequently used on mosaic floors in bath houses.

 Men's jewelry may also include the key pattern. Jewelry art historians, will know, that throughout the History of Jewelry men have been adorning their bodies with jewelry for as long as women, but for slightly different motives.

 Women’s jewelry was generally worn to enhance a woman's  beauty while  in modern times most men have  worn jewelry mainly as a status symbol, badge of rank, or for recognition of achievement. But times are changing and changing fast. This ship is slowly turning around. Gender Appropriate Jewelry?  If it floats your boat - wear it!

Popular motifs on men's contemporary jewelry include the Celtic knot patterns, Greek key designs, Arabic geometric patterns and abstract designs.

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Ottoman administrators

Noyes was critical of the Turkish rule of Bulgaria. He stated that Ottoman administrators, like the governor of Silistra, Ibrahim Pasha, were people of “the most profound incapacity.”  Most of the officials, the author wrote, were “taken from the very dregs of society” who “suck the very vitals of their provinces.” 

From the conquest to the present, he wrote, Bulgaria has suffered under the Ottomans: “Bulgaria is a desert of Islam not a desert of sand but of rich, uncultivated waster. Populous cities sprang up in the time of the ancient kings, some of which did not lose their importance until long after the Turks encamped in Europe. With the Moslem invasion, however, expired the Bulgarian spirit. Their ancient renown passed away before the rapid lessor of Ottoman conquest. Many of their cities and villages were swept away, while others, left untenanted and alone, have so moldered into dust that not a trace of them remains.”

Monuments of her ancient power

The American had an inquisitive mind and could not but search for Bulgaria’s “monuments of her ancient power”. Although he could not find much, Noyes noted that “among the Balkans the traveler now and then meets with reminiscences of the Slavo-Bulgaric rule in the primitive customs, and traditons of the people, and the crumbling remains of a rude and ancient architecture.” 

Noyes observed the existence of a large number of tumuli, conical mounds (tepe in Turkish and Hunkain Bulgarian or graves of the Huns) in the Bulgarian countryside: “Ask the Bulgarian peasant who erected them, and he will answer, ‘God only knows…’ My imagination, however, associated these mysterious monuments with ancient Scythian heroes and Bulgarians kings. . . These silent watchmen of the Bulgarian plains may had witnessed adieux as touching as those of Hector and Andromache; heroes as noble as Ajax and Ileus may sleep beneath them; but unlike Ajax Telamon and the Trojan kings, their deeds have been embalmed in no immortal Iliad.”

Noyes could not but notice the memorials of cruelty and oppression in more modern times. He described one such monument for the American reader in very emotional terms: “Far away in the northward, near the Servo-Bulgarian frontier, there is an immense conical mound formed of twenty thousand human skulls. Whitened by the snow and rain, it gleams on the plains of Nissa like a tower of Parian marble. The winds from the mountains, sighing through the innumerable cavities of the skeleton heads, give them doleful, doleful voices. To a few still cling locks of hair, like mosses and lichens, which, floating in the wind, add unspeakable horror to this most barbarous monument.