I got my saryn a couple of weeks ago and invested a little on her, but i don't get that many results with the "DPS Queen". With that in mind, I realize after watching Nova Umbral's video on her I was playing her wrong and that spores does not spread itself. So my question is, which weapons should I use to spread spores while also killing enemies and not let my spores decay after killing like 15 enemies. I'll also farm a bit to invest more on her, any other tips on her gameplay or build are appreciated
Current build is as follows: Brief respite Power drift Primed flow Augur secrets Umbral intensify Augur reach Overextended Stretch Primed continuity Rolling guard Rank 2 arcane energize Rank 5 arcane avenger

Bonne lecture.
Deux jours, seulement deux et pourtant Shedet semble y avoir passé plusieurs semaines. La fatigue augmente à mesure que les coups pleuvent. La famine, la soif et surtout la terreur de subir un coup de burin ou de marteau dans le dos accentue sa folie. « Les Sittiu sont pire que je ne le pensais, comment vais-je faire pour survivre? Pour le moment je dois dénicher de la nourriture et de la monnaie, j’ai vu qu’ils en possédaient, l’économie locale se compose de pièce en plomb délivrée chaque fin de semaine. Par Thot, je ne vois aucun moyen de m’en procurer à part les voler, le meilleur motif pour ces chiens de me tuer. Râ m’accordera sa force aujourd’hui je le sens, de toute manière je refuse de mourir ici, mon coeur en serait souillé pour l’éternité ». Arrivé au chantier Shedet reste sur le qui-vive, il adopte une posture courbée et tente de croiser le moins de regard possible. Passer inaperçu reste son moyen de survie le plus efficace. Etant sur une place au sein de la ville, les femmes travaillent près des maisons et les enfants jouent à proximité sur les toits avec leurs cerfs-volants. Certains ouvriers batifolent près des jeunes demoiselles confectionnant le pain pour la pause. A proximité du scribe, Geburah donne ses ordres de travail, quelques personnes lui coupent la parole ce qu’il déteste au plus haut point. Toutefois une altercation finit par aboutir.
— Non Soann! Tu rejoins le chantier Sud, maintenant ferme-là et fiche le camp… — Jamais! T’avais promis de me laisser sculpter le mur à l’intérieur de l’obélisque, t’as aucune parole. Geburah s’approche de lui, le regard si menaçant que Soann recule d’un pas en baissant les yeux:
— Toi aussi t’avais donné ta parole Soann, t’avais promis de sculpter les gravures des blocs mais lorsque je les ai inspecté hier le travail était bâclé et en plus, chuchote Geburah pour que le scribe n’en prenne pas note, on m’a rapporté tes petites siestes secrètes. L’homme ne dit plus rien, accablé par la honte en face de ses congénères. Shedet observe le spectacle et une sensation émerge au fond de lui, une étincelle encore faible engloutit aussitôt dans sa mélancolie.
— Quelqu’un a des objections? Bien poursuivons, Haroun, toi et ton groupe vous allez vous occupez du dernier bloc arrivant depuis le port, je compte sur vous pour ne pas nous faire perdre de temps.
— Encore? — Ouais encore! A part cela aujourd’hui il n’y a pas de changements, mettez-vous tous au travail! Chacun des Sittiu reprend son poste, aujourd’hui l’objectif principal ce sont les finitions avant de hisser les deux derniers bloc pour accueillir le pyramidion. Shedet se sent envahir d’une idée mais pour le moment les détails sont flous. Il escalade l’échafaudage de bois pour tailler des hiéroglyphes et des sillons selon un schéma très singulier, le trait rouge du scribe en est le calque. Shedet n’y avait pas fait attention pourtant cela lui saute à l’oeil aussitôt, « ce texte est une formule magique, presque similaire à un talisman de puissance que ma pauvre mère porte sur elle. Je me demande comment elle va, inutile de me morfondre j’ai juré de redevenir Égyptien ». Sa réflexion est immédiatement interrompue par Geburah venu surveiller le travail, enfin officiellement. Shedet, du haut de l’échafaudage, taille la roche et l’aperçoit du coin de l’oeil discuter discrètement avec Sammel.
— Combien de… rapporté… fois. Shedet a beaucoup de mal à percevoir la conversation avec le bruit ambiant, néanmoins il veut connaître le sujet de la discussion. En effet la posture de Geburah est étrange, il discute sans faire face à son interlocuteur. Certaines fois le contremaître observe brièvement le scribe. « Il faut que j’arrive à me concentrer… mince il est partit ». Les chuchotements secrets se poursuivent sans cesse entre les Sittiu. Chacun à des secrets ou commis des actes illicites et entre eux ils se serrent les coudes afin de rendre leurs vies aussi confortable que possible. Shedet tente tant bien que mal d’améliorer son ouïe tout en essayant de ne pas se faire prendre. Alors qu’il déverse de l’eau dans un réservoir en fer pour le futur mortier il surprend trois Sittiu faire des confidences:
— Je te jure Joshua que ce garde dormait, dit un homme gringalet. — Tu sais que si il t’attrape tu finiras la main tranchée, déclare le second plus grand. — En plus je vois pas comment tu voudrais t’en servir, ajoute le troisième, le simple fait de te voir
en possession d’une dague sera un crime. — Oh c’est bon je vais la garder chez moi et le prochain qui voudra me voler… Malheureusement l’audace de Shedet lui coûte cher une fois de plus, les trois hommes se précipite sur le lieu où se trouvait le déchu sans rien trouver. Le jeune homme a détalé comme un rat et se fond dans la foule. « Par Amon! Je suis en train de creuser mon tombeau, une seconde de plus et ils me lynchaient… ». Un coup de poing le met à terre, Geburah se tient en face de lui, aveuglé par le soleil Shedet est complètement désorienté.
— Sale larve d’égyptien! Tu oses nous faire perdre du temps en prenant des pauses! A cause de toi le chantier prend du retard. — Peut-être que si tes chiens ne passaient par leurs temps à discuter comme des gamines je serai plus performant. Cette fois un coup de pied manque de lui briser les côtes, Shedet se relève tant bien que mal et lève les poings, Sammel ne manque pas d’envenimer la situation en criant: — Un combat! Tous les hommes alentours s’arrêtèrent dans leur basse besogne fixant de leurs yeux bleus les deux combattants. Geburah donne ses outils à son ami Sammel puis s’avance vers Shedet pétrifié de terreur et surtout de fatigue. — Tu veux toujours te battre? — Au nom de tous les dieux et du grand Pharaon je te tuerai. Shedet lui assène un coup de poing au visage sans résultat, « Geburah n’a même pas bougé! Mon poing est si affaibli, la douleur est plus forte dans ma main ». Geburah l’attrape par la gorge et le surélève avec beaucoup de facilité, le pauvre déchu suffoque. — Dommage l’égyptien tu n’auras tenu que trois jours et demi chez nous. — Contremaître! crie le scribe venu accompagné de deux gardes, que fais-tu? — Je punis l’égyptien comme le veut la loi de Bast, ne vous en faites pas ce ne sera pas long. — Je te somme de le poser immédiatement! Le déchu n’a rien fait, il travaille comme vous tous. Sais-tu quels sévices tu encoures pour le meurtre gratuit d’un déchu sur le chantier? Geburah jette Shedet au sol tel un vulgaire chiffon, le jeune homme suffoque et crache du sang « un peu plus et je rejoignais le royaume des morts. Qu’est ce qui m’a prit? Je sais très bien que je ne peux le vaincre pour le moment. Au moins je suis vivant ». Le contremaître récupère son marteau et burin avant de déclarer: — L’égyptien m’a menacé il doit être punit, scribe tu dois faire appliquer la loi. — Et ce sera fait, dit le scribe en se rasseyant et s’éventant. Cinq coups de fouet devrait suffire. Dépêches-toi de le fouetter et vous autres reprenez le travail! Je ne veux pas que le nomarque me casse les oreilles à cause de ces stupides contretemps. Shedet est aussitôt attrapé par les bras, se débattant férocement il se prend un coup de poing au foie lui redonnant cette vive douleur à l’estomac. Ses cris cessent alors que deux Sittiu l’attachent à un poteau rêche servant à accrocher les outils. Dos à Geburah, ce dernier récupère un fouet apporté par un ouvrier, le simple bruit de cette corde en cuir entre ces mains terrifie Shedet se concentrant pour réduire la futur douleur. Geburah fait claquer le fouet puis l’abat de toutes ces forces sur le dos du déchu hurlant à l’agonie. Le sang gicle dès le deuxième coup puis c’est au tour de la chair et lors du cinquième coup Shedet à l’impression que ses os furent touchés. La douleur est incommensurable difficile de savoir si il aurait tenu avec plus de coups. Affalé sur le poteau, le soleil se charge de poursuivre son calvaire, « je sens l’odeur de mon sang, par tous les dieux c’est le pire sévices que j’ai enduré. Je crois la peau de mon dos est sur le point de se décoller ». — Allez l’égyptien! Tu as des blocs à tailler à moins que tu ne souhaites subir d’autres coups? Grandement affaiblit Shedet se relève du mieux qu’il le peut afin de rejoindre son poste. En silence il taille les hiéroglyphes en effectuant le moins de mouvement sollicitant son dos. Chose quasiment impossible. La journée de travail s’achève, Shedet ne dit plus un mot son regard est vide, animé de quelques soubresaut à cause de la douleur dû au fouet. Comme tout le monde il fait la queue dans l’espoir d’obtenir une ration. — Dégage de là le déchu! grogne un ouvrier obèse comme un hippopotame en lui prenant sa place dans la file, j’ai travaillé plus que toi et je veux pas que t’aies ma ration avant moi. Shedet allait s’insurger mais la douleur au dos le rappela aussitôt à l’ordre, le Sittiu derrière lui fit la même remarque faisant dégringoler la place de Shedet au sein de la file d’attente. Craignant de trop attirer l’attention il se mit au fond, en dernier, à attendre les jambes flageolantes de fatigue mais aussi de peur. Son tour arrive après une demi-heure d’attente, se tenant aussi droit que possible devant ce scribe antipathique, Shedet dépasse ses limites afin de ne pas s’effondrer. — Ah le déchu, dit le scribe en notant l’avancement des travaux sur son papyrus électronique, une feuille déroulable autour d’un rouleau métallique. « Par Thot, ce rouleau vaut une fortune, j’ai toujours voulu en avoir cela m’aurait été utile pour parfaire ma formation. Avec l’argent de l’hôtel, si il avait été réel, j’aurais pu m’en procurer un ». Le scribe plonge sa main au plus profond du sac de grain à ses côtés puis en dépose le maigre contenu sur la table. A peine une dizaine de grammes, tout juste bon à nourrir un petit oiseau. — Fiche le camp le déchu, avec ton statut c’est tout ce que tu obtiendras. Shedet récupère du mieux qu’il le peut sa ration puis marche en direction de sa cachette, deux choix s’offrent à lui contourner Boubastis et s’épuiser davantage ou couper à travers la ville mais prendre le risque de se faire lyncher. Le déchu gobe ses graines puis rejoint son oasis en contournant la ville. « Je refuse de voir un Sittiu de plus, ces chiens sont une plaie pour le royaume. Par Amon si j’étais Pharaon je les aurais tous fait exécuter depuis longtemps ». Dans son oasis Shedet s’écroule au sommet de l’arbre, son dernier effort de cette longue journée. Allongé sur le ventre sur cette corniche rugueuse, le sommeil le gagne aussitôt. Le lendemain matin, alors que le dieu Horus surgit du ciel matinal, les premières pensées de Shedet sont très pessimistes. « Je ne veux pas y aller. Ce chantier va me tuer avant la fin de la semaine c’est certain ». Le crocodile prend son bain, le maitre des lieux ne se soucie guère de la misère du jeune homme. La main de Shedet pend dans le vide, en la remontant il touche un objet à la texture familière. « Serait-ce? Oui c’est bien cela! s’exclame-t-il en remontant l’objet. Des dattes! Alors ce dattier cachait bien des fruits, par tous les dieux, je ne sais comment les remercier ». Sans attendre il les dévore successivement avant de déchanter rapidement, le goût est assez amer et pâteux pourtant il ne fait aucun doute pour lui qu’elles sont mûres. « Ce doit être l’obscurité qui les ont rendus aussi fade, ou alors la proximité avec le pôle Nord. Tant pis, au moins elles me donnent les nutriments nécessaires malgré l’arrière goût ». Soudain son ventre grogne avant de délivrer une forte douleur, exactement ce qu’il redoutait en avalant ces fruits. « Par Thot, depuis ce jour à l’hôtel mon ventre s’est aussi retourné contre moi ». Dix minutes lui suffisent pour se remettre sur pied malgré la décadence de son corps il rejoint le chantier de l’obélisque. Shedet arrive juste à temps pour l’ordre du jour déclamé par Geburah. A chaque fois que Shedet le regarde une immense rage bouillonne en lui, l’envie de l’assassiner ne fait que s’accroître au fil du temps et de ses paroles. « Je ne peux le tuer, ma force est trop faible… je sais! Pourquoi n’y ai-je pas pensé plus tôt? Il va me falloir une mèche de ses cheveux ou un objet lui appartenant ». Le déchu retourne à son poste de tailleur, armé de sa corde, son burin, et de son maillet il sculpte les motifs hiéroglyphiques, a chaque instant il ressent le regard désapprobateur des Sittiu l’encerclant. Contrairement à lui, dont la qualité s’est un petit peu amélioré, les ouvriers sont très habiles de leurs mains. L’exercice lui parait facile en les regardant pourtant en pratique ce n’est absolument pas le cas. De temps à autre les Sittiu le bousculent, sciemment ou pas, causant stress et blessures minimes s’aggravant avec la course du soleil dans le ciel. Tout en taillant un motif de disque solaire, l’un des plus facile à réaliser, un Sittiu adulte l’assomme involontairement à la tête avec une échelle utilisée pour l’échafaudage. — Fais attention le déchu ou la prochaine je t’écrase le crâne! vocifère l’ouvrier en reprenant son travail. Shedet se frotte la tête, une bosse semble se former mais là n’est pas son principal soucis. « Par tous les dieux! Une fissure! Ce chien m’a frappé au pire moment, comment dois-je masquer cette catastrophe? ». Si Shedet panique cela est pour deux raisons, la première est le nombre de coups de fouet qu’il recevra, sans doute bien plus que ne le pourra supporter son corps. La seconde est purement superstitieuse, briser le disque solaire de Râ est de mauvais augure. Paniquant le moins possible Shedet cache d’abord sa bêtise avec son corps frêle en faisant mine de tailler le bloc. Son regard se perd vers un braséro laissé à l’abandon à deux pas de sa position. « Le charbon pourrait masquer la fissure si je la colmate avec ». Par chance cela fonctionne et ce juste avant que Geburah le contremaître ne s’approche de lui en cherchant la moindre excuse pour lui asséner des coups. — Geburah! appelle le scribe depuis sa tente près d’une maison, viens tout de suite! — Je vérifie le travail et je vous rejoins… — Non tout de suite! Pour qui te prends-tu? Je n’ai pas de temps à perdre pour toi misérable larve. Geburah se retire en crachant sur le cartouche de Ramsès taillé quelques temps auparavant par Shedet, son coeur allait cesser de battre d’une minute à l’autre. Le charbon tient parfaitement, Shedet en est soulagé. De temps à autre le déchu observe les autres travailler. Ce qu’il voit l’énerve au plus haut point, difficile de se concentrer. Les gardes n’étant plus présent et le scribe occupé à se faire envoûter par une Égyptienne venu de Ouaset spécialement pour lui, un ouvrier en profite pour uriner sur les gravures et notamment le nom du Pharaon. D’autres crachent sur les noms des dieux ou en profite pour effectuer une courte sieste. « Maudits chien! J’espère que vous subirez la pire colère des dieux, vous et toute votre famille ». Lors de la pause déjeuner, Shedet est encore témoin d’acte prohibé. Alors que les femmes servent le pain, des ouvriers et surtout Geburah sortent en cachette un récipient cylindrique en terre cuite et en verse le contenu dans les verres de ses camarades. « Du vin! Comment ce chien a-t-il pu s’en procurer? Misérable, il a forcément dû en voler au grenier du nomarque. Je pourrai le dénoncer et devenir espion pour le haut fonctionnaire, quoi que en tant que déchu il me fera fouetter pour lui avoir simplement adressé la parole ». Shedet se rend progressivement compte de la perfidie du peuple Sittiu à mesure qu’il le côtoie. Cette soit disante auto-discipline leur permettant d’avoir moins de garde sur le dos est en réalité une manière de faire de la contrebande. En observant plus attentivement leur comportement Shedet arrive à percevoir presque toutes les combines de ces sauvages. Soudain le déchu est appelé par Sammel déjeunant à une vingtaine de mètres, en compagnie de ces amis, Shedet fait mine de ne rien voir mais Geburah crie: — Si tu ne viens pas l’égyptien tu le paieras très cher. N’ayant aucune envie d’ajouter une autre série d’hématome sur sa peau, Shedet rejoint le pas boiteux la troupe d’amis ricanant sur sa démarche. Sammel lui tend un morceau de pain à peine plus gros qu’une datte. Le déchu le repousse du revers de la main provoquant la fureur d’Ilan s’apprêtant à le frapper mais Geburah le retint: — Du calme Ilan, vas-y Sammel pose ta question. — Non en fait j’en ai deux, Sammel pointe du doigt la corde enroulé autour du torse de Shedet. Pourquoi tu la gardes? Dans l’esprit de Shedet aucune réponse censé ne survient, la remarque du Sittiu lui fit prendre conscience qu’aucun autre ouvrier n’en porte. — Tu sais que c’est un cadeau de notre cher contremaître ici présent? reprend Sammel, elle te servira si tu veux te pendre. Tous se mirent à ricaner d’une seule voix, leurs chevelures d’ébène mi-longs ressemblent à des corbeaux s’agitant autour d’une proie. Shedet jeta la corde par terre, la rage et l’humiliation se lit dans son regard. — Alors quel est le meilleur peuple, Sittiu ou égyptien? demande Sammel en reprenant son souffle. — Égyptien, répond Shedet le torse bombé face à ce groupe assis. — Ah oui t’es sûr? rétorque Ilan s’approchant en un éclair du déchu, répète ta réponse maintenant: Sittiu ou égyptien? Raphaël ricane bêtement comme à son habitude, la main devant la bouche en fixant de ses yeux bleu nuit le déchu exaspéré par son attitude. Shedet, se crispant pour atténuer la douleur d’un éventuel coup, répond d’une voix forte et clair: — Égyptien. Et je continuerai à le proclamer même si je dois en mourir. Ilan se rassied et donne une pièce en plomb à Geburah tout comme le reste de ses amis. — Ecoutez-le avec ses grands airs et ses grands mots, dit Ilan d’un ton méprisant, t’en as pas marre de prendre les gens de haut? — Je me dois d’avoir un vocabulaire plus que correct si je veux devenir scribe… — Je vous l’avais dit mes frères, se vante Geburah en amassant son trésor, les égyptiens sont des têtes de mule trop fier pour admettre leur infériorité. — Répète un peu! s’énerve Shedet. La conversation s’interrompt par l’arrivé en détresse d’un ouvrier, un enfant malingre d’une quinzaine d’année. Essoufflé et reprenant brièvement son souffle il déclare: — Geburah! La barque qui devait nous amener le dernier bloc, elle a été cassé par un hippopotame. — Quoi! sursaute le contremaître, j’espère que c’est une blague! — Je le jure sur le Tout-Puissant, répond l’enfant en se protégeant le visage, Haroun vient de recevoir l’information. — Oy, dit Geburah abasourdit par la nouvelle, et les livreurs vont bien? — Apparemment tout le monde est vivant mais l’un des livreurs a les deux jambes fracturés. « Bien fait pour eux, les enfants de Taouret aurait dû les dévorer jusqu’au dernier ». Geburah resta pensif un long moment pendant que ces amis terminaient le dernier morceau de pain. L’attitude du contremaître devint moins furieuse non sans déplaire à Shedet. — Bon, le Tout-Puissant ne voulait pas que nous terminions la structure aujourd’hui, tant pis. En réalité je crois que cela m’arrange, ajoute-t-il après une pause. Le cor est soufflé par un garde sommant tout le monde de reprendre son poste. Le contremaître se leva et chacun son tour bouscule le déchu tombant sur le sol sous les ricanement abruti de Raphaël. « Ô Amon, fait que le chantier prenne du retard et ainsi le nomarque les punira jusqu’au dernier ». Son regard se porte sur l’endroit où Geburah s’était assis, un morceau de son étoffe marron rapiécé est accroché à un clou du banc, une opportunité rêvé pour le déchu. Shedet disparu et rejoint le hiéroglyphe de serpent à corne qu’il doit achever. « Parfait! pense-t-il en contemplant en cachette l’étoffe. Grâce aux dieux je vais pouvoir commencer ma vengeance dès ce soir ». Pour la première fois après le travail, Shedet flâne dans les rues poussiéreuses de Boubastis. Son trajet le mène au quartier Chausie, là où se concentre le plus de marchand. Les ruelles sont légions entre les maisonnettes de brique de terre et de paille peintes à la chaux, certains enfants ne se sont pas gênés pour inscrire des dessins avec des colorants récupérées en cachette au chantier. Des fleurs, des chats et des des personnages colorés égayent le quartier. Les gamins aux pieds boueux jouent en groupe, impossible de ne pas les ignorer surtout pour Shedet dont les oreilles commencent à siffler dès leur approche. Une mégère achève les braillements en jetant un seau d’eau croupie, les garnements s’éparpillent comme des rats. Le long de la rue se terminant par un obélisque, un peu moins haut que celui du chantier, les épouses d’ouvriers continuent la journée avec leurs aboiements: — Du pain au blé! De l’orge! Du seigle, j’ai tout ce qu’il vous faut! Les ouvriers sont payés quotidiennement en céréales mais les artisans et marchands eux constituent leur salaire avec des pièces en plomb, la monnaie de Basse-Égypte. Ces pièces sont données hebdomadairement aux ouvriers, une dizaine pour un célibataire et le double pour les mariés, cette monnaie est ensuite échangé par les marchands et artisans au temple contre des céréales. En Basse-Égypte les gens solitaires ont la vie dure voilà pourquoi les couples Sittiu pullulent plus chaque soir dans les rues. Tout à coup, alors que Shedet se décidait à voler une banane d’une étale pleine à craquer, un gosse le bouscula avant de se vautrer dans la terre. Son bras droit est attaché à un cerf-volant par une ficelle blanche sûrement dérobé au chantier car le déchu en reconnait l’apparence. Le marmot braille alors que son jouet en forme de faucon aux ailes déployées virevolte encore dans le ciel. La vue du cerf-volant haut dans le ciel bientôt parsemé d’étoile énerve Shedet, lui rappelant son ancienne vie au champ de sa ferme. Avec son pied il pousse l’enfant toujours à pleurer à cause de ses coudes écorchés. — Sale déchu! hurle la marchande sur sa droite, je t’ai vu chacal! Tu as blessé l’enfant! — Retourne à ton four mégère, répond Shedet, tu sais très bien que c’est faux. — Hé les pochtrons! s’adresse-t-elle aux hommes dans le bar à une trentaine de mètres, l’égyptien vient de blesser un gosse. Un groupe d’homme vautré sur une table au bar commence à se lever de leur torpeur. Le déchu s’enfuit aussitôt après avoir dérobé une banane. Même en s’éloignant de deux rues il perçoit les cries de la mégère voulant retrouver sa banane, fruit que Shedet engloutit tout en sprintant. Près du palais du nomarque le déchu rejoint le Nord en vue de se terrer dans son oasis. La ferveur nocturne des Sittiu se Boubastis s’accentue pour quelques heures supplémentaire. Assis confortablement sur sa corniche, Shedet prépare, comme tout bon Égyptien jaloux ou désespéré, un talisman. Son fétiche se compose d’un fémur de poulet au moignon partiellement dévoré, d’une ficelle dérobée au chantier et du bout de tissu provenant du pagne de Geburah. Le tout est attaché à un fétiche crée en argile en forme humaine pendant que Shedet marmonne des incantations enseignées jadis par son prêtre au temple de Sobek. Des paroles maléfiques censées couvrir la cible de désolation jusqu’à ce que mort s’en suive. Une fois le processus achevé il place le fétiche sur le sol puis l’écrase maintes fois du pied dans l’espoir que le malheur s’abatte sur son bourreau. Soudain un hurlement infernale brise sa concentration, Shedet sursauta presque à en tomber dans l’eau. « Par Amon j’ai bien cru qu’une de ces maudites bêtes du pôle Nord venait par ici. Il va falloir que je m’habitue à vivre près de la frontière ». Deux siècles auparavant le nome de Bast était plus vaste et s’étendait davantage au Nord, comme tous les autres nomes d’ailleurs. Le phénomène est semblable à l’exacte opposé du royaume et dans l’hémisphère Sud. Toutefois le désert et la terre brulée ne cesse de gagner du terrain chaque année. Le sable remplace la verdure, les animaux qui s’y rendent se perdent puis se transforment en créature étrange infiniment plus féroces et les bras du Nil peinent à irriguer ces terres. Personne ne sait comme ce changement se produit, certains disent que les animaux se rendent dans ces terres désolées pour mourrir ou renaître en une bête plus puissante. Le Nil s’assèche dans cette zone. Quand à Shedet c’est la première fois de sa vie qu’il se risque aussi près de la frontière, les Sittiu aussi adopte le même comportement cependant aucune loi n’interdit de s’y rendre seulement le bon sens. Le sommeil alourdit les paupières du déchu, non content de sa journée il finit par se perdre dans ses rêves.

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(1) The International 2015 Collector's Cache:-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Serpent of the Emerald Sea	Medusa	50$
Flowersong Tempest	Windranger	70$
Garb of the Cunning Augur	Rubick	45$
Flowing Entropy	Spectre	50$
Echoes of the Eyrie	Vengeful Spirit	35$
Armor of the Unyielding Mask	Juggernaut	80$
Beacon of Cerulean Light	Skywrath Mage	35$
Apostle of Decay	Necrophos	55$
Brawler of the Glacier Sea	Tusk	50$
Fires of Vashundol	Doom	100$

(2)The International 2016 Collector's Cache:-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Doomsday Ripper	Pudge	150$
Creeping Shadow	Pa	150$
Diabolical Fiend	SF	75$
Stormwrought Arbiter	Sven	75$
Fortified Fabricator	Tinker	65$
Fractured Envoy	Arc warden	50$
Wartorn Heavens	Zues	55$
Heir of Terror	bane	25$
Oni Knight the Dark Conqueror	ck	40$

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(1)The International 2017 Collector's Cache:-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Meranth Dragoon	Sven	35 $
Mechalodon Interdictor	Gyrocopter	18 $
The Dread Prophet	Nature's Prophet	18 $
Eternal Testament	Death Prophet	18 $
Chitinous Stalker	Nyx Assassin	18 $
Riptide Raider	Monkey King	18 $
Secrets of the Katekhein	Winter Wyvern	15 $

(2)The International 2018 Collector's Cache I and Cache II :-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Molokau Stalker	Venomancer	15 $
Dread Ascendance	Doom	23 $
Fate Meridian	Invoker	23 $
Trail of the Sanguine Spectrum	Bloodseeker	15 $
Ire of Molten Rebirth	Phoenix	17$
Shackles of the Enduring Conscript	Axe	17$
Endowments of the Lucent Canopy (Very rare)	Shadow Shaman	65 $
Pattern of the Silken Queen	Broodmother	15 $
Shimmer of the Anointed	Nyx Assassin	10$
Pitmouse Fraternity	Meepo	13 $
Fires of the Volcanic Guard	Ember Spirit	18 $
The Rat King	Chen	13 $
Cruelties of the Spiral Bore	Magnus	20 $
Raiments of the Obsidian Forge	Underlord	20 $
Loaded Prospects	Brewmaster	18 $
Primer of the Sapper's Guile	Techies	15 $
Insights of the Sapphire Shroud	dark seer	13 $
Morbific Provision	Witch Doctor	18$
Pillar of the Fractured Citadel	Spirit Breaker	15$
Pitfall Crusader	Pangolier	18$
Raptures of the Abyssal Kin	qop	15$
Third Awakening	dk	25$

(3) The International 2019 Collector's Cache I and Cache II :-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Allure of the Faeshade Flower	Dark Willow	15$
Tribal Pathways	Warlock	11$
Grim Destiny	Wraith King	13$
Verdant Predator	Venomancer	11$
Dapper Disguise	pudge	13$
Directive of the Sunbound	Clockwerk	13$
Fury of the Bloodforge	Bloodseeker	13$
Endless Night	Abaddon	18$
Sight of the Kha-Ren Faithful	Drow Ranger	15$
Tales of the Windward Rogue	Pangolier	15$
Automaton Antiquity	Broodmother	13$
Distinguished Expeditionary	Tusk	13$
Prized Acquisitions	Batrider	7$
Fury of the Bloodforge	Bloodseeker	13$
Souls Tyrant	Sf	25$
Fowl Omen	Necro	18$
Pursuit of the Ember Demons	Huskar	15$
Forbidden Medicine	Dazzle	15$
Echoes of the Everblack	Abaddon	18$
Defender of Ruin	Disruptor	25$
Adornments of the Jade Emissary	Earth Spirit	18$
Priest of the Proudsilver Clan	Chen	12$
The Arts of Mortal Deception	Engima	7$
Poacher's Bane	Tidehunter	15$
Riddle of the Hierophant	Oracle	15$
Scorched Amber	Dk	18$
Curse of the Creeping Vine	Undying	15$
Paean of the Ink Dragon	Grimstroke	15$

(3) The International 2020 Collector's Cache I and Cache II :-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Ravenous Abyss	Underlord	7.50$
Apocalypse Unbound	AA	7.50$
Beholden of the Banished Ones	Warlock	7.50$
Fury of the Righteous Storm	Disruptor	5$
Silent Slayer	Silencer	10$
Mindless Slaughter	pudge	15$
Heartless Hunt	Bounty hunter	10$
Herald of the Ember Eye	Grimstroke	10$
Fissured Flight	jakiro	7.5$
Flashpoint Proselyte	Husker	15$
Signs of the Allfather	Nature prophet	10$
Glory of the Elderflame	Lina	20$
Origin of the Dark Oath	Night Stalker	20$
Songs of Starfall Glen	Enchantress	4$
Ancient Inheritance	Tiny	25$
Forsworn Legacy	Mars	40$
Evolution of the Infinite	Engima	6$
Beast of the Crimson Ring	bristle back	10$
Clearcut Cavalier	Timber	6$
The King Of Thieves	Keeper of light	7$
Horror from the Deep	Tide	18$
Ire of the Ancient Gaoler	Arc warden	20$
Talons of the Endless Storm	ck	10$
Carousal of the Mystic Masquerade	Rubick	6$
Crown of Calaphas	Shadow demon	10$
Wrath of the Fallen	doom	12$
Blacksail Cannoneer	Sniper	10$
Secrets of the Celestial	Skywrath mage	7$
Blaze of Oblivion	Phoenix	6$
Steward of the Forbidden Chamber	Templar Assassin	20$
Master of the Searing Path	Ember	25$

(4) Nemestice 2021 Collector's Cache:-

Set Name	Hero	Price(USD)
Silence of the Starweaver	Oracle	10$
Caerulean Star	Enchantress	8$
Astral Terminus	Enigma	8$
Twilight Hex	Dark Willow	14$
Litany of the Damned	Doom	14$
Arcane Inverter	Gyrocopter	15$
Creed of the Skullhound	Lycan	20$
Desert Bloom	Nature's Prophet	14$
Eyriebound Imperator	Skywrath Mage	10$
Anthozoan Assault	Tiny	18$
Vision of the Seraph Scion	Vengeful Spirit	20$
Defender of the Brumal Crest	Winter Wyvern	10$
Red Sands Marauder	Shadow Shaman	20$
Footfalls of the Sporefathers	Witch Doctor	50$

(5)Ultra Rare Immortals:-

Set name	Hero	Price
The Strings of Suradan Bundle	Hoodwink	35$
Bloodfeather Finery	Queen of Pain	55$

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Xaku is one of my favorite frames and I have built what is, in my opinion, one of the most min-maxed renditions. I've only shared this build with friends and have felt that Xaku doesn't get mentioned enough in endgame conversations despite being able to outkill more frequently played frames like Khora (2000 kills/hr). Today, I'd like to share this with all of you.
Due to the heavily min-maxed nature of this build, the archon shards requirement may be unreasonable for most, so I will leave notes on the less flexible but more attainable version on the bottom.
The Build:
XAKU -
For starters, this build uses a full set of 5 Tauforged Crimson shards attuned for power strength. Additionally, I have subsumed Terrify over their 3rd ability which will be used as a mobile armor strip and as the primary shield gate ability.
Brief Respite + Rolling Guard are your go-to shield gate mods.
Prime Sure Footed because getting knocked down at higher levels is a death sentence.
Primed Continuity + Streamline to keep a nice balance between efficiency and duration. With this one duration mod, Xaku's guns can typically be maintained for around 20 minutes before needing to recast. Some people may argue for dropping streamline for more duration, but you're gonna be spamming Terrify so much that it's better to save the energy in that regard.
Primed Flow to maintain a high energy pool in case of Arcane Energize droughts. Nice QoL.
Umbral Intensify is absolutely necessary here to achieve the power strength for single cast armor stripping of Terrify. This idea is elaborated upon further in the next block.
Stretch + R4 Overextended (!). This gives Xaku 14 guns to work with which will still annihilate armor stripped enemies. R4 OE is the backbone of achieving single-cast armor stripping. Terrify requires 168% Power Str. for full armor strip, and by dropping a rank on OE, it brings the power strength up to a very satisfying 169%.
The last mod slot is a free mod slot. Personally, I like to slot Natural Talent here for QoL purposes. You may slot more duration or range here for personal preferences. Another variation is to use Equilibrium with a Synth FibeDeconstruct companion to maintain energy and then drop P. Flow for a free mod.
As for arcanes, Arcane Energize is always a must. The second arcane can be whatever you like. I personally don't have a lot of R5 arcanes so I currently just throw in Arcane Aegis as an infrequent, free 8 seconds of invincibility.
The whole play style basically revolves around turning off your brain and bullet jumping everywhere while throwing those Terrify hands up in the air.
PRIMARY (Phantasma):
Xaku's primary weakness is Eximus Units as their overguard is especially resistant to the floating tower of guns. As a solution, I like to use the phantasma. Nothing fancy going on here - just modding for high status + viral to vaporize anything and everything (I'm talking about a juicy 200 heat stacks off one mag dump). Once the overguard is ripped off, the guns will take care of the rest. If you don't have a riven, you can just throw on a Faction Mod. The phantasma also functions as a primer for my secondary.
SECONDARY (Sporelacer):
It isn't necessary to run a secondary, but I like to have the sporelacer as an extra option. Using Unairu's Caustic Strike to armor strip Acolytes is sufficient enough to kill them in less than 5 seconds anyways. For this build, I'm just pumping crit damage and modding for corrosive as I'm only really shooting this at Acolytes if I don't get around to using Caustic Strike. Using the Cascadia Flare arcane here is a great and easy damage buff as the Phantasma can build full stacks instantly, which allows the Sporelacer to hit like a truck. You can use whatever Kitgun arcanes here. I just use Pax Seeker cause I really don't have any other kitgun arcanes and don't really plan on getting more.
MELEE:
I don't carry a melee for Xaku. I could probably find a utility melee to use, but I'm fine as it is.
ACCESIBLE BUILD VARIATION:
For those of you that don't have 5 Tauforged shards, you have a two options.
The first option is to still slot a mix of however many Tauforged/Regular Crimson shards you own and adjust the rank of overextended accordingly (or just use Augur Reach).
The other option is to either not use any shards at all, or preferably slot in some Amber shards with casting speed. Then, in the "free" mod slot you'll have to put in Augur Secrets to reach 108% power strength. To reach that single cast armor strip, the second arcane slot will require R5 Molt Augmented.
And that's the build!
Let me know if you have any more questions concerning the build. Feel free to critique too, but I'm fully satisfied with how this works for me.

From Theosophical Articles and Notes.
[The following are replies to questions by two correspondents. Since the questions are sometimes long, argumentative, and of small interest, H.P.B.’s answers and comments have been extracted so that they may be read as independent statements of the philosophy.—Eds.]
We fear our correspondent is labouring under various misconceptions. . . . But we will briefly answer his numbered questions at the close of the letter.

1. Spirit got itself entangled with gross matter for the same reason that life gets entangled with the foetus matter. It followed a law, and therefore could not help the entanglement to occur.
2. We know of no eastern philosophy that teaches that “matter originated out of Spirit.” Matter is as eternal and indestructible as Spirit and one cannot be made cognizant to our senses without the other—even to our, the highest, spiritual sense. Spirit per se is a non-entity and non-existence. It is the negation of every affirmation and of all that is.
3. No one ever held—as far as we know—that Spirit could be annihilated under whatever circumstances. Spirit can get divorced of its manifested matter, its personality, in which case, it is the latter that is annihilated. Nor do we believe that “Spirit breathed out Matter”; but that, on the contrary, it is Matter which manifests Spirit. Otherwise, it would be a puzzle indeed. [IV, 89-90].

To our utter amazement, we are called upon to prove that matter is indestructible; at any rate, that “matter is as eternal and indestructible as spirit!” Though the question and proofs as to the eternity and indestructibility of matter alone, might be safely left to the Royal Society to answer, yet we are fully prepared to satisfy our learned correspondent, and, with his permission, will answer all his queries.
We are asked to bear in mind that the entities in question are “matter and spirit beyond the present developed form, or in the stage of perfect Laya.”
We are unable to understand what is really meant by “spirit beyond the present developed form.” The sentence presents no sense to our mind, trained as it has been by our great masters to think of “Spirit” as of something formless and entirely beyond the ken of our sensual perceptions, and, therefore, not to be considered apart from, or independently of, corporeal existence. UNIVERSAL INTELLIGENCE and the ONE LIFE as we call it, conceived of, apart from any physical organization, becomes vital essence, an energy or force; and none of these we believe can be considered as a distinct entity, a substance, or, as having a being or even a form separate from matter. Locke’s definition, that “Spirit is a substance, in which thinking, knowing, doubting and a power of moving do subsist”—would hardly be accepted by the average Vedantee, and would find itself absolutely rejected by every true Adwaitee and Eastern Occultist. The latter would answer that “matter alone is a substance, in which thinking, knowing, doubting, and a power of moving, are inherent whether as a latent or active potentiality—and whether that matter is in a differentiated, or an undifferentiated state.”
Thus, in our humble opinion, the something, or rather the no-thing, called Spirit, has by itself no form or forms in either progressive or stationary “states of development”; and we say again that the expression is perfectly unintelligible to every real Adwaitee. Even supposing that the qualifying clause refers only to matter, the meaning conveyed by the expression “matter and spirit beyond the present developed form” is the same as conveyed by that of—“matter and spirit in the stage of perfect Laya.” We fail to see the point made, or even any sense in such a sentence as “matter and spirit in the stage of perfect Laya” implying as it does the possibility of spirit, a pure abstraction, being dissolved and annihilated—we will not say—as matter—since the latter in its primordial, cosmic state can be no more annihilated or even dissolved than spirit—but as a thing of matter having substance and form. Can a void be annihilated? And what is pure, absolute spirit but the “void” of the ancient Greek philosophers? Well says Lucretius: “there can be no third thing besides body and void; for if it be to the smallest extent tangible—it is body; if not— it is void.” And let it not be urged, on the strength of this quotation, that, because we quote the words of a great “Atheist,” a materialist, as an authority, we are therefore a materialist and an atheist (in the usual sense of both terms) ourself. We object to the very term “materialism” if it is to be made identical with, or a synonym of “corporealism,” that is to say, an antithesis of, “Spiritualism.” In the light we, Occultists, regard matter, we are all materialists. But it does not at all stand to reason that because of that, we should be, at the same time, “corporealists” denying in any sense or way the reality of the so-called spiritual existence, or of any being or beings, living on another plane of life, in higher and far more perfect worlds than ours, or having their being in states of which no untrained mind can have the smallest conception. Hence our objection to the idea and possibility of “matter and spirit, in the stage of perfect Laya” unless it can be shown that we have misunderstood the latter word. According to the doctrines of the Arhat philosophy there are seven states of matter, the 7th state being the sum total, the condition or aspect of Mulaprakriti.(1)
(1) Undifferentiated cosmic matter.
Consequently the state of cosmic matter beyond its “present developed form” may mean any of the other six states in which it exists: and hence it cannot necessarily mean “matter in a stage of perfect Laya.” In what sense then, does the learned querist want us to interpret the words “matter” and “spirit?” For, though we are aware that there exist, even in the present age of science and enlightenment, persons who, under the pretext of religion teach the ignorant masses that there was a time when matter did not exist (since it was created) implying thus that there will come a moment when it will be annihilated, we have never yet met any one, whether atheist or deist, materialist or spiritualist, who would presume to say that spirit—whether we call it “void” or “divine breath”—can ever be annihilated; and if the word Laya means annihilation, the very expression used by the respected Swami involves an assumption that “spirit” can be destroyed in course of time. In such a case, we are evidently called upon to demonstrate that matter and spirit are eternal on the supposition that both have a period of “Laya.” If we are to avoid this extremely—awkward conclusion, what is the purport of the Swami’s questions? . . .
Our “assertion” then means the following: undifferentiated cosmic matter or Mulaprakriti, as it is called in Hindu books, is uncreated and eternal. It would be impossible to prove this assertion from a priori reasons, but its truth can be tested by the ordinary inductive method. In every objective phenomenon perceived, either in the present plane of consciousness or in any other plane requiring the exercise of spiritual faculties, there is but change of cosmic matter from one form to another. There is not a single instance, or the remotest suspicion of the annihilation of an atom of matter even brought to light either by Eastern adepts or Western scientists. When the common experience of generations of adepts in their own spiritual or psychic field of observation, and of the ordinary people in theirs—(i.e., in the domain of physical science) points to the conclusion that there never has been the utter annihilation of a single material particle, we are justified, we believe, in saying that matter is indestructible, though it may change its forms and properties and appear in various degrees of differentiation. Hindu and Buddhist philosophers have ages ago recognised the fact that Purush and Prakriti are eternal, coexistent, and not only correlative and interdependent but positively one and the same thing for him who can read between the lines. Every system of evolution commences with postulating the existence of Mulaprakriti or Tamas (primeval darkness). . . . All those great philosophers of India who have added the ancient wisdom-religion of Agasthya, Thoorwasa and other Rishis to the pure Adwaita philosophy of Vasishta, Vyasa and Suka, have recognized this fact. Goodapatha and Sankaracharya have given expression to their views on the subject in their works, and those views are in perfect accordance with the doctrines of the Arhat philosophy. The authority of the latter two great philosophers will, we believe, be sufficient to show to the learned Swami, since he is an Adwaitee, that our statement is correct. And Primeval cosmic matter, whether called Asath or Tamas, or Prakriti or Sakti, is ever the same, and held to be eternal by both Hindu and Arhat philosophers, while Purusha is inconceivable, hence non-existent, save when manifesting through Prakriti. In its undifferentiated condition, some Adwaitees refuse to recognise it as matter, properly so called. Nevertheless this entity is their PARABRAHMAM, with its dual aspect of Purush and Prakriti. In their opinion it can be called neither; hence in some passages of the Upanishads we find the expression “PRAKRITI-layam” mentioned; but in all such passages the word “Prakriti” means, as we can prove—matter in a state of differentiation, while undifferentiated cosmic matter in conjunction with, or rather in its aspect of, latent spirit is always referred to as “MAH-ISWARA,” “Purusha” and “Parampada.” . . .
In reference to the real meaning of “Satta Samanya and Parampada(2) of the Aryan adepts, Nirvana of the Buddhas and the Philosopher’s stone,” their meanings are identical in both the Aryan and Arhat secret doctrines. Satta Samanya sometimes means latent spirit. It also means “Guna Samyapadhi,” or the undifferentiated condition of SATWAGUNA, RAJAGUNA and TAMAGUNA.(3) As to Parampada and Nirvana, both mean the same thing. From an objective point of view it is the condition of Purush-Prakriti as above described; from the subjective—it is a state of perfect unconsciousness resulting as bare Chidakasam. [IV, 128-29.]
(2) Literally—the most sacred place; means Nirvana or the condition of Moksha.
(3) Satwaguna—the quality of passivity, or absence of any cause or disturbance: Rajaguna—the quality of activity, or that which induces to action; Tamaguna—the quality of ignorance, inactivity of mental and spiritual faculties arising from that ignorance.
Spirit is not “sublimated matter” in our opinion. Matter or manifested prakriti, however sublimated or refined, is but an emanation from Parabrahmam. The 7th principle of evoluted matter, as it is now technically called in theosophical phraseology, has of course its latent existence (which, when closely examined, amounts merely to a permanent possibility of its evolution) in this principle eternally. If the term matter is however used to mean what is technically called Mulaprakriti, this principle may be described as material. But in our opinion this will be misleading. This principle is no doubt in one sense the remote Upadana Karanam of the Universe. Every object in the Universe is constructed out of the elements that emanated from it. But there is no entity in the Universe of which it is immediately the Upadana Karanam. [V, 300.]
The term “Master Atom” is not applicable to the 7th principle, though it can be very properly used in reference to the 6th, the vehicle of spirit, or spiritual soul. The views of the occultists upon spirit and soul may be said to adopt the middle ground between the theories of Boscovich and Helmholtz, on the intimate nature of matter. The 7th principle, or rather its essence, belongs to the seventh state of matter, i.e., a state which may be viewed in our mundane conceptions as pure spirit; while the nature of the sixth principle is not a center of force like its spirit, a centre in which the idea of all substance disappears altogether, but a fluidic or rather ethereal “atom.” The former is undifferentiated, the latter—differentiated matter, though in its highest and purest state. One—the life that animates the atom, the other the vehicle that contains it. [IV, 244 fn.]
The Maha-Pralaya of the Universal Dissolution occurring at the end of every “Day of Brahma” is followed by a Universal Rebirth at the end of the “Night of Brahma” which corresponds in length of period to the “Day.” It is the beginning of such a rebirth that is considered by the vulgar minds as the “creation” of the world, whereas it is but one of the number of successive existences in an infinite series of re-evolutions in the Eternity. Therefore, as Spirit and Matter are one and eternal, the one being thrown into objectivity by the other, and none capable of asserting itself per se to our sensual perceptions unless linked together, these “Entities” have “always” existed. [II, 253.]
No Planetary Spirit (and each human “Soul”—rather Spirit at the beginning of every new Pralaya or the periodical resurrection to objective and subjective life of our universe,—limited, of course, to our planetary System—is a planetary pure and formless Spirit) can avoid the “Cycle of Necessity.” Descending from, and re-ascending to the first starting-point, that junction in the Infinity where Spirit or Purusha first falls into Prakriti (plastic matter) or that primordial and yet formless cosmic matter which is the first out-breathing of the Infinite and Changeless Universal Soul (the Parabrahm of the Vedantins), the Planetary Spirit has to take shape and form and live successively in each of the spheres—our own earth included—which compose the great Maha Yug, or the Circle of Existences, before he can lead a conscious EGO-life. Alone the “Elementals”—those half-blind Forces of Nature—say the Kabalists—which are the coruscations of matter and of the rudimentary minds of the descending “spirits” who have failed on their downward way—have not yet lived but will live some day on earth. The esoteric philosophies of both the eastern and western initiates, whether Greek or Hindu, Egyptian or Hebrew, agree on the whole. Whenever they seem to clash, it will be always found due rather to the difference of terms and mode of expression than to any essential difference in the systems themselves. [II, 252.]
Buddhism and Adwaitism are as much religions as any theistic system. A “religion” does not necessarily imply the doctrine of a personal God or any kind of God in it. Religion, as every dictionary can show, comes from the Latin word relegere, to “bind” or collect together. Thus whether people pursue a common idea with, or without, a deity in it, if they are bound together by the same and one belief in something, that belief is a religion. Theology without the vital warmth of Theosophy is a corpse without life, a dry stick without sap. Theosophy blesses the world; Theology is its curse. Our whole endeavour is to test Theology by the theosophical experimentum crucis. The affliction of India is, that it lost theosophy when the persecuted adepts had to fly beyond the mountains. And true religious living can never be again prevalent until their help is invoked to illumine the Shastras. Our Brother has had many years’ experience of the hopelessness of converting India to even the benign form of theism which his Adi Brahmo Samaj teaches. The saintly characters of Ram Mohun Roy, Debendro Nath Tagore, and a few others of his colleagues, have not won the Hindus from their exoteric worship—we think, because neither of them has had the Yogi power to prove practically the fact of there being a spiritual side to nature. If we hold so strongly to esoteric Buddhism and Adwaitism, it is exactly because no religion can stand save on the foundation of philosophy and science. No religion can prove by practical, scientific demonstration that there is such a thing as one personal God; while the esoteric philosophy, or rather theosophy of Guatama Buddha and Sankaracharya prove and give means to every man to ascertain the undeniable presence of a living God in man himself—whether one believes in or calls his divine indweller Avalokiteswara, Buddha, Brahma, Krishna, Jehovah, Bhagwan, Ahura-mazda, Christ, or by whatever name—there is no such God outside of himself. The former—the one ideal outsider—can never be demonstrated—the latter, under whatever appellation, may always be found present if a man does not extinguish within himself the capacity to perceive this Divine presence, and hear the “voice” of that only manifested deity, the murmurings of the Eternal Vach, called by the Northern and Chinese Buddhist Avalokiteswara and Kwan-shen-yi and by the Christians—Logos. [IV, 275.]
For us there is no over-soul or under-soul; but only One—substance: the last word being used in the sense Spinoza attaches to it; calling it the One Existence, we cannot limit its significance and dwarf it to the qualification “over”; but we apply it to the universal, ubiquitous Presence, rejecting the word “Being,” and replacing it with “All-Being.” Our Deity as the “God” of Spinoza and of the true Adwaitee—neither thinks, nor creates, for it is All-thought and All-creation. We say with Spinoza—who repeated in another key but what the Esoteric doctrine of the Upanishads teaches: ‘Extension is visible Thought; Thought is invisible Extension.’ For Theosophists of our school the Deity is a UNITY in which all other units in their infinite variety merge and from which they are indistinguishable—except in the prism of theistic Maya. The individual drops of the curling waves of the universal Ocean have no independent existence. In short, while the Theist proclaims his God a gigantic universal BEING, the Theosophist declares with Heraclitus, as quoted by a modern author, that the ONE Absolute is not Being—but becoming: the ever-developing, cyclic evolution, the Perpetual Motion of Nature visible and invisible—moving, and breathing even during its long Pralayic Sleep. . . .
We do not maintain that Parabrahm is absolutely without any guna, for Presence itself is a guna, but that it is beyond the three gunas—Satva, Rajas and Tamas.
When the term Logos, Verbum, Vach, the mystic divine voice of every nation and philosophy comes to be better understood, then only will come the first glimmering of the Dawn of one Universal Religion. Logos was never human reason with us. [V, 75.]
For the benefit of those of our readers in India, who, although excellent Vedantic scholars, may have never heard of Arthur Schopenhauer and his philosophy, it will be useful to say a few words regarding this German Metaphysician, who is ranked by many among the world’s great philosophers. . . . A student of the Göttingen and Berlin Universities, a friend of Goethe and his disciple initiated by him into the mysteries of colour (See A. Schopenhauer’s Essay Ueber Sehen and Farben, 1816), he evoluted, so to say, into a profoundly original thinker without any seeming transaction, and brought his philosophical views into a full system before he was thirty. Possessed of a large private fortune, which enabled him to pursue and develop his ideas uninterruptedly, he remained an independent thinker and soon won for himself, on account of his strangely pessimistic view of the world, the name of the “misanthropic sage.” The idea that the present world is radically evil, is the only important point in his system that differs from the teachings of the Vedanta. According to his philosophical doctrines, the only thing truly real, original, metaphysical and absolute, is WILL. The world of objects consists simply of appearances; of Maya or illusion—as the Vedantins have it. It lies entirely in, and depends on, our representation. Will is the “thing in itself” of the Kantian philosophy, “the substratum of all appearances and of nature herself. It is totally different from, and wholly independent of, cognition, can exist and manifest itself without it, and actually does so in all nature from animal beings downward.”
Not only the voluntary actions of animated beings, but also the organic frame of their bodies, its form and quality, the vegetation of plants, and in the inorganic kingdom of nature, crystallization and every other original power which manifests itself in physical and chemical phenomena, as well as gravity, are something outside of appearance and identical with, what we find in ourselves and call—WILL. An intuitive recognition of the identity of will in all the phenomena separated by individuation is the source of justice, benevolence, and love; while from a nonrecognition of its identity spring egotism, malice, evil and ignorance. This is the doctrine of the Vedantic avidya (ignorance) that makes of Self an object distinct from Parabrahm, or Universal Will. Individual soul, physical self, are only imagined by ignorance and have no more reality and existence than the objects seen in a dream. With Schopenhauer it also results from this original identity of will in all its phenomena, that the reward of the good and the punishment of the bad are not reserved to a future heaven or a future hell, but are ever present (the doctrine of Karma, when philosophically considered and from its esoteric aspect). Of course the philosophy of Schopenhauer was radically at variance with the systems of Schelling, Hegel, Herbert and other contemporaries, and even with that of Fichte, for a time his master, and whose philosophical system while studying under him, he openly treated with the greatest contempt. But this detracts in nothing from his own original and profoundly philosophical though often too pessimistic views. His doctrines are mostly interesting when compared with those of the Vedanta of “Sankaracharya’s” school, inasmuch as they show the great identity of thought arriving at the same conclusions between men of two quite different epochs, and with over two milleniums between them.
When some of the mightiest and most puzzling problems of being are thus approximately solved at different ages and by men entirely independent of one another, and that the most philosophically profound propositions, premises and conclusions arrived at by our best modern thinkers are found on comparison nearly, and very often entirely, identical with those of older philosophers as enunciated by them thousands of years back, we may be justified in regarding “the heathen” systems as the primal and most pure sources of every subsequent philosophical development of thought. [IV, 210.]
Let it not be understood that we here speak of the “Magi” in general, whether we view them as one of the Medean tribes (?) as some Orientalists (Darmesteter for one), relying upon a vague statement of Herodotus believe, or a sacerdotal caste like the Brahmans—as we maintain. We refer but to their initiates. The origin of the Brahmans and Magi in the night of time—is one, the secret doctrine teaches us. First, they were a hierarchy of adepts, of men profoundly versed in physical and spiritual sciences and occult knowledge, of various nationalities, all celibates, and enlarging their numbers by the transmission of their knowledge to voluntary neophytes. Then when their numbers became too large to be contained in the “Airyânâm vaejô,” the adepts scattered far and wide, and we can trace them establishing other hierarchies on the model of the first in every part of the globe, each hierarchy increasing, and finally becoming so large, as to have to restrict admission; the “half adepts” going back to the world, marrying and laying the first foundation of the “left-hand” science or sorcery, the misuse of the Holy Knowledge. In the third stage—the members of the True ones become with every age more limited and secret, the admissions being beset now with new difficulties. We begin to see the origin of the Temple Mysteries. The hierarchy divides into two parts. The chosen few, the hierophants—the imperium in imperio—remaining celibates, the exoteric priests make of marriage a law, an attempt to perpetuate adepts by hereditary descent, and fail sadly in it. Thus we find Brahmans and Magi, Egyptian priests and Roman hierarchs and Augurs enjoining married life and inventing religious clauses to prove its necessity. No need repeating and reminding the reader of that which is left to his own knowledge of history, and his intuitions. In our day we find the descendants, the heirs to the old wisdom scattered all over the globe in small isolated and unknown communities, whose objects are misunderstood, and whose origin has been forgotten; and only two religions, the result of the teaching of those priests and hierophants of old. The latter are found in the sorry remains called respectively—Brahmans and Dasturs or Mobeds. But there is still the nucleus left, albeit it be so strenuously denied, of the heirs of the primitive Magi, of the Vedic Magha and the Greek Magos—the priests and gods of old, the last of whom manifested openly and defiantly during the Christian era in the person of Apollonius of Tyana. [IV, 225, fn.]
Although the Himalayan Brothers admit the esoteric meaning of the Vedas and the Upanishads, they refuse to recognize as Gods, the powers and other spiritual entities mentioned in the Vedas. The language used in the Vedas is allegorical and this fact has been fully recognized by some of the greatest Indian Philosophers.
There are Mahatmas among the Himalayan Brothers who are Hindus—i.e., born of Hindu and Brahmin parents and who recognize the esoteric meaning of the Vedas and the Upanishads. They agree with Krishna, Buddha, Vyasa, Suka, Goudapatha and Sankaracharya in considering that the Karma kanda of the Vedas is of no importance whatsoever so far as man’s spiritual progress is concerned. Remember in this connection Krishna’s celebrated advice to Arjuna. “The subject matter of the Vedas is related to the three Gunas; oh Arjuna, divest thyself of these gunas.” Sankaracharya’s uncompromising attitude towards Purwamimansa is too well known to require any special mention here. [IV, 146.]

Question: I've seen in a lot of videos and on certain builds that they say that Brief Respite and Augur Mods interfere with her Shield Satellites on her 1. Does anyone know exactly how they interfere?
I've been trying to figure out how they interfere, because making a personal build without Brief Respite isn't that hard... but in a couple of versions, running Augur Secrets would boost my strength just enough that with her passive, it would be a full powered Gloom or Augur Message for just that bit more duration.
But my google-fu hasn't been good enough to find an explanation on how the Augur mods would interfere with her shields off her 1.
Does anyone know? If you do, would love and appreciate to hear just so I can have an answer. :)

Before we proceed with this excerpt, please not that it contains big spoilers for the novel Flesh and Steel by Guy Haley. If you have any intention of reading it, and I recommend you do because it is a really good book, you should not proceed any further with this post.
Let us start with servitors - they are ubiquitous in the setting, literally in everywhere in every novel, campaign book and story - form the Great Crusade era to the very late 40k. They appear everywher front, center and in the background doing menial tasks, heavy labour, serve as battle-platforms. They can be used for anything - from gardening, to controlling and elevator, to taking part in voidship operations. How are they perceived?

The servitor pilot stared ahead with glass eyes. He had arms still, though the hands were augmetic replacements. Otherwise all his human form was gone. His body had been cut across the pelvis, reminding me of the bisected Iskritska lying in the rain. His stomach had been pulled in around his spinal cord, in a way that took him closer to the realm of object. His spine was exposed, polished white, capped with plasteel and plugged directly into a socket. From behind it looked like he sat on a chair, but he was a half-man, raised up on a pedestal festooned with wires and gurgling tubes, his bones reinforced with metal to stop them crumbling away.
I had never really looked at servitors. This case was affecting me. I began to wonder who the poor bastard used to be.

In the book two protagonists - a probator of local Lex of Varangantua and Procurator of Collegiate Extremis (Adeptus Mechanicus equivalent of Arbites) investigate murders seemingly commited by servitors. However they quickly determine that those are not just rogue servitors and that the mystery runs much deeper. Their leads them to Zeria Plantis, a servitor factory in a local Adeptus Mechanicus enclave, where we get a good picture of the process of manufacture as well as some information on non-Mechanicus personnel taking part in the servitor business.

(...) Soven Iskritska, was a procurer of flesh components. His role was to assess criminals and mark those of above-average intellect for sequestration to the artisanal workshops. The creation of Alpha-Plus-grade servitors requires good quality parts.’ (...) Iskritska worked for us on a contractual basis, using his contacts and his knowledge of these people first-hand. He was a criminal once, but it was all perfectly legal according to the Lex Imperium, Lex Alecto and Lore Mechanicus.
‘What do you need him for? Don’t you assess people, the components, internally, when they get here?’
‘It is part of the process. However, synaptic scans are not infallible. Often the processing power of the individual brain exceeds what its base architecture might suggest. Iskritska’s role was to predefine, to allot the components to smaller groupings intended for deeper testing. The field must be narrowed to ensure maximum productivity. He had a talent for this kind of work.’
(...)
‘Who was Pluon Felpsko?’ Lux asked. (...) He worked for the Port Vorbis Regio Custos in outward clearing services. He handled our export licences.’ ‘Even though the servitors were manufactured here?’ ‘Everything made on this world must pass through the global system. Our units must also adhere to the Lex Imperium as well as the Lore Mechanicus regarding the creation and maintenance of semi-sentients. It is a necessary part of the chain of creation, certification and supply.’

This part is important to the functioning of the Imperium and how it looks in day to day life - the Adeptus Mechanicus may be almost a separate empire, able to do whatever they will in many circumstances, wield armies of their own and pursue their own goals, however they are still interconnected with the wider Imperium and rely on non-Cult humans on many tasks - like assessment of people for servitorisation and import/export. There's also a lot of mundane but expected things in the background of the lore that are rarely mentioned like licenses, certification of servitor units etc.
Between their interviews with the various magi of Zeria Plantis servitor facility, we get a very good picture of a part of the process of servitor production. Those with better understanding of the lore are quick to answer "servitorisation" on a question of "What's the scariest thing in 40k?". Before you proceed reading, please be warned that this show the true horror of the process and if you're squeamish you better skip this part.

‘The manufacturing floor,’ Djelling said. He put his hand to a palm lock, and the door opened.
The cold smell hit me like a brick. Like a meat store, where astringents can’t hide the smell of incipient rot. There were notes of faeces to go with the blood and decay. The sound was the worst. Shouting, screaming, praying, weeping, all the cries of human terror and misery.
I’m not a squeamish man, and nor do I spare tears for those who deserve punishment, but what I saw in that processorium haunts me still.
Naked human beings were standing in a switchbacked line between high fences. Outside the fences Adeptus Mechanicus menials in environment suits stood guard with shock goads in hand. The people, all mature men and women, were shepherded down the caged walk like livestock. And they were food beasts being led to the slaughter, meat for the ravenous appetite of the Machine-God. (...) The manufactorum produced servitors, but it was more akin to an abattoir than a workshop. Every surface was easily cleanable. Large plastek flaps divided areas from each other. Servitors with spray units surgically attached to their backs prowled about, hosing filth into slit drains set into the perfectly smooth, slanted floors. We walked above all this, past sentry pods on spikes occupied by galvanic rifle-armed snipers. Our path went from one end of the hall to the other, and I could see pretty much the whole sorting process, beginning to end.
As the line slowly advanced, the people were passed through various scanning devices, most of them mounted in ugly, functional arches that let out a constant series of acceptance chimes. Occasionally, one would let out an angry blare, and the indicator lumens would flash red. The rejected person was then swallowed up by a trapdoor opening beneath their feet. From these pits wafted a hideous stench, and the grinding sounds of industrial mincers. One rejected man grabbed on to the lip and hung there, arms and hands bloodied, shouting a stream of defiant profanities. Guards lined the grating either side of him and shocked him until he fell. The adepts wouldn’t even waste bullets on these people.
The trapdoor flipped up, and the next terrified person was ushered forward.
A number of pneumatic gates separated the people from each part of the process, snapping open and shut with bone-crushing force.
Violent metal arms snatched them up and spread-eagled them in the air, and a servitor shearer shaved them all over. At another they were subjected to a high-pressure counterseptic wash whose chemical stink made me choke from a hundred feet away. More scanners, more rejects winnowed out. Machines forcibly dressed them in the heavy rubberised garments common to all mono-tasked servitors. These were saggy on them, all one size, until another process force-shrank them to fit their bodies where metal cuffs, sockets and collars bit into vulnerable flesh. The last few prayers gave way to screams at that point, and even the most stoic shouted in pain. They were ushered over a floor buzzing with power that made them shriek with every footstep.
‘What’s that for?’ I asked.
Djelling answered only reluctantly. ‘Follicular inhibitor. To stop their hair growing,’ he said.
(...) . I watched numbly. The shivering lines of terrified men and women reached a final series of gates, where a high-energy augur beam of such potency it made my dataslate buzz passed over them. Dazed, they were manhandled into different queues, and then hustled from the room to their fates.

The above is only part of the whole process, we're not shown how they mass-produce lobotomy or perform surgeries and attach mechanical components. A good question to ask at this point is to ask is this the source of all the servitors in the Imperium? Criminals treated like cattle, lobotomised and repurposed in mindless machine-men are a very large group that composes the servitor corps but are definitely not the only ones - besides other failures, rejects and human disappointments other sources clearly state that the Adeptus Mechanicus need to produce so many servitors that they have to vat-grow them but I'd argue that this only makes their fate much more tragic. Vat-grown people are popular in the Imperium and those are just humans grown in test tubes rather than being born naturally. They are still capable of thought, emotion and normal human lives. Best example of vat-grown humans leading normal, if criminal and very dangerous, lives are the Goliath of Necromunda. However, Zeria Plantis of Varangantua seems to produce servitors only made from criminals and other prisoners.
We also get a perfect description of what exactly a mono-task and multi-task servitors are:

‘Most humanoid servitors are specifically created to perform a limited number of tasks. Usually only one. They are mono-tasked, you have heard the phrase?’
‘Sure,’ I said with a shrug.
‘An Alpha-Plus servitor is capable of much more.’ He became almost enthusiastic. ‘They retain organic learning potential alongside their inbuilt programming, and have a personality of sorts. Strictly a facsimile, you understand. Their original is stripped from them.’
‘Then they are aware of their status?’ I asked. Lux had told me most of this. The answer was no. She could see what I was doing, and kept quiet.
‘No, that would be impossible. They are mind-wiped,’ said Andus. ‘They retain higher functions, and in truth have only a limited capacity for autonomy. The balance between sentience and adaptive non-sentience is very fine, hard to build, and easy to get wrong, but we have this skill here. Demonstrating that is our holy purpose.’
(...) ‘Many of them are specifically designed for their owners,’ he said. ‘Some are destined for great service with high agents of the Imperium, including the Inquisition. Those with such fates should be proud, and we tell them before they are converted. It brings them comfort.’
Having seen the selection process, I doubted anything would bring them comfort. Besides, the majority would end up with rich men and women as under-utilised toys.

Above lore isn't really very new, but it sheds some more detail on servitors more complex than mono-task units. Even though they are still lobotomised and stripped of identity, they retain some semblance of autonomy. However, they still should be mindless machines. We also get a great perspective on what type of tech-priest it is that can create servitors:

‘Compared to a lowly mono-tasker flesh-tech, I concede that Chen-Chen was an artist. But he was here, in this room, where he was the colleague of many flesh-techs,’ Andus said. He waved a clicking metal hand around him. ‘Here we have some of the very finest cybertheurgians operating in this enclave. Do you understand, probator, the skill that our vocation requires? (...)
‘It is our role as flesh-techs to take the most complex creation of the Machine-God, the human brain, and to bastardise it with our imperfect understanding. To the oldest variants of the Cult, this was seen as blasphemy. But the Machine-God gave us this resource so that we might comprehend his purpose more clearly. We tread the line between outrage and perfection daily. It is a knife-edge ridge. Our eyes must be ahead at all times, lest we fall.

You may have noticed that according to the magos, some sects of the Adeptus Mechanicus considered servitorisation to be a heretical process. The probator also picks up on this and asks flat out about it, which leads to some great answer on the theology of servitors in the Machine-God religion:

‘If you think you’re messing up your god’s work, why do you do it?’ I asked. I was genuinely curious. Servitors aren’t exactly common in the city, but it’s a rare day you don’t see one.
‘Ours is a complex society. The machines that your lives rely on are many, and you are entirely ignorant of them,’ said Andus. ‘The compact between Mars and Terra puts great responsibility on our shoulders, yet we do our service willingly for He who is the Omnissiah upon the Throne. But we cannot be everywhere at once. Servitors ensure that your sewers flow, your food is grown, your aircraft are maintained, that you have air to breathe. With a coterie of servitors, a magos may perform the work of a hundred Cult acolytes. Without them, you would see nothing but decay and failure. We use the human mind because it is adaptable, and sophisticated. The use of human components is time-honoured and sanctioned by the Emperor, whereas the minds man might construct himself are blasphemous.’
‘Beware the evils of the Silica Animus,’ said Lux.
Andus nodded. ‘A truly artificial mind is a dangerous thing. They are soulless. By providing us with malcontents and broken humans, and giving instruction through the wisdom of ages past handed down to us, the Machine-God shows us the way. Some hold that he waits for the time when we have rediscovered true mastery, and can produce a machine that has not only a mind, but a soul. Until that time comes, we do what we can, and we do it with your cast-offs, probator.’ He crossed his arms. A defiant expression settled on the organics of his face.

The above part provides some interesting bits. First is that process of turning a normal, conscious and self-aware human into a mindless cyborg was approved by the Emperor. Everyone who reads a lot of 40k already knows very well that the Emperor was a cruel tyrant and a dick, but this puts into perspective all the noble ideals of the Great Crusade - even when it was going on and human worlds were reunited the servitor factories were churning their product on full steam. Second, is that at least some sects of the Adeptus Mechanicus would consider artifical intelligence acceptable as long as they could give it a soul as well as thinking mind. This thread is not pulled in the novel but is interesting for speculation. Third, you can construct the argument that the whole process of making servitors is necessary only because of the Adeptus Mechanicus jealous hoarding of technological knowledge and if they were more open with their secrets you could abandon servitors entirely and make a much more functional and less horrifying society. But of course - the point of 40k is to show absolute worst state humanity could've reached, and servitors are a perfect encapsulation of that.
To finish up, let's look at what we get on sentient servitors:

‘Here’s how it goes. Zeria Plantis has been manufacturing illegal servitors and selling them off-world.’
‘Illegal how?’ Illios said. ‘What’s the crime, and under what Lex?’
‘Servitors are supposed to be non-sentient,’ I said. ‘It prevents them rebelling against their programming. The Adeptus Mechanicus use the brains of those given over to them as a basis for the neural architecture for the servitors. Procurator Lux informs me that this means they can be adapted for multiple purposes, and the highest models have the capability for limited self-determination. Your average servitor is more machine than man, in these the balance goes the other way.’ I tilted my machine hand by way of demonstration. ‘And it goes too far. This is a hereteknical work, according to the Adeptus Mechanicus Lore. They’re not fond of things that can think for themselves.’
(...)
This isn’t some street-level nonsense. Slavery is illegal on Alecto, it is throughout all of this subsector. These servitors, being sentient, are slaves. Even if we discount that, the criminals condemned to mind wipe and servitude as servitors have been misappropriated.’ I ticked off my points on my fingers. ‘Then there’s miscategorisation of export goods, tithe evasion, forced relocation of Alectian workers, and provision of uncertified machinery to unlicensed buyers.’
‘Castellan, I know this is a headache for you,’ I said. ‘But if we don’t do something about this ourselves, there will be interest from outside. Adeptus Arbites, maybe, the Collegiate Extremis, certainly. Something like this could even draw the eye of an inquisitor.’

With this long-winded story we get to the end of our tale. Can servitor retain some sort of sentience? Very much yes, this is possible. But as this whole novel shows it would be rare, illegal and due to difficulty of such a process - would have to be done on purpose rather than accidental. It is also the exact sort of heresy that can bring the attention of most scary institutions of the Imperium.

Hello everyone, i got Asuza in the Secret Lair, and since i've never done Lands, or even Mono G - i decided to give her a shot. Here is the list - https://www.moxfield.com/decks/xAgb3XM2-EeAlnC4H2n6Ew
I ended up making a deck which is very typical landfall, but since it a) plays a load of forests and b) uses combos involving lands from the Graveyard such as [[Glacial Chasm]] loops, [[Strip Mine]] loops and so on. I figured it would be neat to put in [[Titania, Nature's Force]] and [[Titania, Protector of Argoth]] as sort of 'hidden commanders' in the deck.
From playtesting, the main issue i've been having is simply having enough card draw to continue being able to play out lands and find my threats. As such i put a bunch of Tutors in the deck to find my Titanias, but general card draw itself feels really rough. I can play from the top with [[Augur of Autumn]] or [[Oracle of Mul Daya]] , thin the deck with repeated fetches from the GY, but in terms of just drawing cards, the deck feels very sluggish. I currently have 6/7 slots left and was looking for some advice on what to fill them with to try to make the deck run more smoothly.
I was considering putting Green draw sources that benefit from the creatures my two Titanias would make me, stuff like [[Elemental Bond]] , [[Tribute to the World Tree] , [[Garruk's Uprising]] etc - which are fantastic once i get those lines up and running, but if i don't have the ability to get big creatures out via one of these engines, they end up just being completely dead cards.
Any advice is appreciated - i feel like maybe the deck is trying to do too many things at once which is pulling it apart a little, but even if i drop the Titania lines, i still feel like i still run into the same problem of Land strategies just not having very good card draw? (Especially when limited to mono g)

With 1250 strength any revenent can one shot with reave but since that’s impractical you could try roar allowing to one tap at 500% strength on revenent while rhino can do it at 410% strength and every other Warframe can do it with about 295% strength and 10 viral procs which makes Grendel and Lavos also a good option although Grendel is better because of his energy bonus on his nourish allowing you to spam reave
Don’t know who this helps but I also made a build for revenent to use with this which has ~100% in efficiency duration and range with 500 in strength
Combat discipline Power drift Archon intensify Blind rage Augur secrets Transient fortitude Amat’s hatred Fleeting expertise Primed continuity Natural talent
Moly augmented and efficiency And 5 red tauforged strength shards
And roar subsumed over Danse macabre
Again don’t know who needed this extremely expensive build for a nieche like this but it’s here
Btw Mesmer gets 30 stacks at max strength and this whole build is self contained so no need for specific weapons or pets

‘Surviving The Win’.
…
Chapter 007.
…
The Oni had rematerialized as a Krampus, born without of Avem's power and déjà vu, it was now roaming free.
All it took was Avem, now in the Past (and elsewhere on the map), to be onto this and, using her precognition, and locating this creature, she regained control of it, and lead it to St. Nick, to make sure things were still under her control.
…
Her better knowing of St Nick, from this, later became the basis for her knowing how to draw from him, for her original, 1980, Test Tube Baby Oni, known as, "Ben."
The part, of Ben’s, "Dovereign," known as the, "Holy, "Kohow ("Pigeon"/"Dove")," Spirit," became bound to Avem, for the benefit of her whole lifetime.
She had even worked it out to, which demon was responsible for the Creation of The Real St Nick.
It was Osé.
Ben threw his Final Coin in. The Pool of Water in the Grotto, rippled. His Koi Fish, Lasagna, had passed away, at the ripe age of 37 years.
Ben was now 50 Years Old.
Apart from his Dollar, Ben was in the habit of picking up random articles on his way. The, “Dao of Ben,” was very Thrifty, but not at all Frugal. He would Steal, and at that, he was a King.
Ben wasn’t altogether sure of how he Found His Way, but it was always cleared up for him.
When he dropped things off, he’d find pricier value. When he picked things up, they were what he needed.
He was left only at, that as he had been left, so too had he found more of the same, but Ben was hardly anything other than preoccupied, which meant he could not be found on, as he could not be focused about any.
…
Ben’s first Smoking Pipe was named, Delva La Plume. He had picked it up one day, along with a Fern (the begrudged little thing that the fern appeared).
The fern itself, being a ginger rock fern.
Temu being the term for ginger.
Thinking about ke, a word with with an in of dream, Ben quickly decided he had met the fern or rather encountered it by ketemu/encounter, as words would go.
Picking it up, and looking through it’s fiddlehead-like coil, at the top, he was surely next to have thought about chains of smoking, chains being known as ketju.
His next reaction in none other than a pair of duck leather boots, would have been to splash down at a lilypad for how he thought if the sky was so big, it needed a continual fraction, or spiral, of clouds. Continual fractions being known as Ketjumurtoluku.
…
Avem took a Chimes Losenge Chew out of the wrapping and shared with Mrs. Henchfrew that this particular part of her amazingly involved and dangerous story, had her laughing, if only, because she was about to savour some ginger herself.
You know what Avem? a worker just walking by, named Derek, said. I think Temu is also an Online Retailer.
Certain Moon Cycles after Lasagna The Koi Fish, who had somehow mysteriously been stolen back in time and by now, passed on, Ben woke up to find Delva La Plume responding oddly.
It was Bright and Early. He looked upto see a Yen-Reigned Dragon Cloud, in the Sky, above the Hole in the Cave’s Ceiling.
The Lord Had sent him a Propitious Omen. Lasagna had Ascended, into?... A Pixiu Wealth Dragon.
…
Ben was used to being in The Way, of something, that he was borrowing. It appeared that he spent a slightly different currency of time than regular mortals.
If you asked him, he would say no, he had never made a pact and was a Natural Born Fee/Feri, but, that is, for his Deformity leading people to call him a Demon.
Was it his fault that he didn’t appear Fair?
His Time when by regular mortals currency spent, would have him appearing, often only when Partly With Something Lost and that When Found, Wasn’t Exactly Found… But for him (and, never fully him).
During those moments, in his being held at attention, he could appear in a Young OR Old Visage, but in truth, the only common ruling there, was that Ben’s Life was Relayed Sporadically Across Our Own Lifetime’s Spent, and Only Partly Invested In Whatever Material We Might Say Did Turn Out.
…
In relative introspection, he was, for those who saw him, a haunt, or lurid gaze across time, that bent what it bonded with, to his will, in order for him to appear.
Wise Men who saw him, would say he was a Fallen, but rhen again, there was, “Ben (“Benashi Odel,” as his former compatriots might have called him).”
Relaying his own life, as though it were by our own set of Chronological Standards, though? Well, that was about the only thing that ever Made Him Seem Like a Thief.
On his end, of a Parallel Fairy Dimension, he lived forever, as though On Our Own end of that equation, and spread throughout our time, like a Forever Changeable Apparition.
...
Avem, traveling back to a time far earlier, went to arrange a deal for more Power in her lifetime. She did this with Apher. It had involved the drugs of her living era.
This plan, had been what enabled her to win her cut in of a deal for Pharmaceuticals. She was also able to transfer her memory from her past ages to herself in the present day through learned Reptilian forms of constrained cognition (Mind Control).
She needed to do this, to be reputable enough to instate the O’lich’archy's Den, in the future. Also, she would need her mental prowess for the Dragon, after the Den was abandoned by the Vampires. The Dragon would still be around.
She created a Living Magical Necrotome in her lifetime.
Swarma had destroyed Eldritch Spellbound, by a storm, when she showed up, in his life, through time travel.
…
This storm, had been due to her Reincarnation Napture, of him into Cherubim Kali Thornton.
As you may see, though, there's a missing piece, if Eldritch wasn't truly summoned into Kali, as Avem had genuinely believed.
Upon announcing her deal with Apher, to well-studied Eldritch, a swarm of bugs and wind descended upon him, and his business affiliate, rendering the two of them, lifeless.
Avem made sure to take the Signet ring of, "Signum," carefully off of Spellbound's ring finger and stow it away in her pocket, before leaving them where they lay, dead. This ring, had been from Spellbound's findings on St. Nick, and she needed it for full control of demon Osé, as she was going to use Aleister's work of Solomonic magic, which Eldritch was familiar with, due to his living from 1800 to 1880.
…
Avem, ultimately settled into fairyland, making sacrifices of mortals every seven years, for her Living Necrotome work, into the future, as well as for all of her Reincarnation Naptures.
One Sacrifice, she had messed up over, before being burnt for being a witch, as the Queen of Elphame, was Elfin Mortal, "Tam Lin."
She was burned alive, but she took her meditation up in the smoke, sending it straight to the, "Currency," Dragon Lasagna, in a sell, into the future. She had hoped that, as a time-borne current, it would awaken it's eternal life, as her own time-traveling one, in, "Lasagna,". However, it appeared, she would only be eternally vying to serve as it’s eternal muse.
...
Ben was a, “Lero Zeien,” or, ”Mockery’s In Of A Haul/Witness,” who, despite his soul's past life, wherein he was undoubtedly hit/bitten by something (if not Avem, herself), was in need of a mask (Probably, to cover his eye).
Not to make him Sound Like a Phantom Of The Opera, or anything, but still, if the Mask he was given possessed him, he’d need a better one.
Andrei would find Ralph kept one such Mask, and Dark Secrets.
He doesn't know anything about the NicNeven, Andrei explained to his aisle seat comrade on the way back. She was snoring lightly, and Andrei had his glasses on and nose in a Book, therefore he couldn’t tell, or care. Avem apparently kept him in the dark.
…
Antic wanted to go to Heaven, but, he had to weigh it more heavily on his own end, meaning he needed to be more dutiful.
He worked it out to, "De," or, "Moral," which he broke down into an acronym of, "D.E.," for, "Discipline and Exercise."
Having had very bad ardour in his life, he counted his duty as a blessing, for it engrained his service in him, more thoroughly.
...
A Flight Service Attendant walked by with Pretzels.
…
Ben’s service consisted of preaching in various languages. He had become quite the miracle worker.
The Frater's miracles munitarially manifested food, and even himself on it.
He would declare, "Weights of Gold, of Heraldry, Tal' a Lot, this Current Bead."
Then fetching his rosary, he would augur an activated bead, and open it within his eye... an eye, which he shared with his pet Lindworm Dragon named after Calligraphy master Liu Songnian. "Lasagna," for short.
He did this with a Buddhist meditation, as, in his Karma, the Buddhists transpired under a hierarchy of Heaven, and because he was an Oni/Demon, and All were technically still above him, the mandate was the bead.
A bead, which, when called a, "kài," also meant, "egg," or, "ball," or in Hawaiian, "food." Thus, if cracked reverently enough, it would, "hatch," a corresponding vision, which would prove most timely and useful to the endeavour.
Next, finding the recipe in the, "Dough Bren Book," he would ask, St. Pathwrit (a cypher), to write a coded transcription giving new taxonomy, to the food-type.
The writings of Pathwrit were written, and offered up in fire, regularly, using the four tools of the sacred study of calligraphy, one of them being a scroll.
Once these sacred writings were burned, Frater's currency dragon, with it's mental link to it's master, would dream in the smoke currents, tying the olfactory currents to the currency/"change," utilized by the Frater, in measuring virtues and vices.
This is how, the Repentant Oni, Frater Antic, became a, "Fee See (i.e. A, "Gier")."
...
A man struggled to get by the attendant to use the on flight toilet.
...
Watching people, on his all-time meditative spectrum channel, said Andrei, was also part of how he served the Governance of Heaven, as he would weigh them, as part of his prerogative, to have them, "in."
Consequent Hoodoo shades, found in the Den, would be taken care of, when Antic would make a prayer to the Dovereign Lord, to uplift them. Then, if he landed on a miolo, he might thereat find his best opportunity to appear in their food.
This, is why most people are bidden not to play with their food, and also, why they are commanded to say grace at the table. It is better not to concern oneself with demon testimony, let alone be let in it, by tantalism.
…
Andrei buttered a crusty roll.
...
Then, of course, we move on to how the Frater prepares his own food, in the Den.
Antic makes each recipe, from his book, by planetary hour, and only once. His food is prepared, "singulatently."
Each recipe, in his book, is meditated on, by it's realm of all time preparation, in existence. Upon it's planetary hour, he draws a seal, and uses teleprathy to command a dissonant summon of it's, "mean," standard of preparation, and the sound frequencies in the Den, "hammer," a knit-work, light-form, "fabriquer," of food, which is then carried off to a dining area.
This food, will disappear and reappear, at variant levels, in the Den's Dining Area, over time.
People let into the Den, may appear once, and still disappear later, but it is debatable whether they die or not, because the Den, is under an, "All-Time," Pact, with Portal work.
The Den, may have already been located, with no-one found within, but the question is, if it is indeed the same one, at what time will they even appear. When in time, is their work done?
Each congregant is allowed to have one food-type, which serves as their vampire memory, and thus, gives them planetary governance.
Hours for each person to be let in and/or out of the Den, will differ.
Nobody eats anyone else's food, at first, unless they've reincarnated, but meditations, mana, and ingredient-level shifting or mutuality is common. Therefore, everyone is still amply fed-up, and this equates to experience and makes for realm of discussion (burden).
A transcendental form of awareness, is afforded by the Frater's discussions on burden and the freedom offered by the Saviour, who offsets it.
All are sustained, forever, in this Den, but experience is as real, as becoming aware of the imperfection or near perfection of someone's meal preparation, on the mortal plane. Some seldom eat, and become as a light, many believe in the teaching of being fed, not by bread alone.
It is a good question if they ever eat, once first let in. The food, may be a form of fairy food/snare.
...
By now Andrei was back at the Airport Terminal.
…
From the Den, if you pay attention to Scripture and are penitent, more mana may be given to you, but if you do not heed, mana may leave you, and you may become more zombie-like, until your next Summons for Sermon, or meal with the Host.
Basically, in that realm, food bears no perishable quality, though does bear taint, and thus, generally, stays retroactive in the system of the eater, meaning what happens to food supply in the world, may impact one, or not, because they are still perpetually delivered of it's memory, and it can still exhibit a limited form of time-travel to their own time, and they may or may not perish.
The Den, is a perfuse spiritual realm, in the time of the Satanic World Order of the End Times, and though Dark, is full of an ethereal mist.
A transient, tandem shifting of material, is said to occasionally, and inexplicably happen, even if no-one is there. This is, because the Ghost Host of the Holy Kohow Spirit is still really in the Den's memory.
Supposedly, this process of shift, was how all demons were made known over history, and by how, all other creatures were to be found, as all found a root with ingredient, but more importantly, only some ingredients were ever lawed for consumption... or else!
Only some beings, over time, had souls, or were savvy enough to save them. St. Era, was a time traveler. He was in charge of the armoury and medicine, and would always show up around the world, when the armoury or medicine would take a pivotal turn, to learn and benefit, the Den's heirs in the future. These heirs, who, biding in the Buddhist Den's O’lich’archal Church, staked the demons as prize worthy, would ennoble their namesake for the Church's good service and uphold them in testimony as the, "Repentant Few," of the, "Fee, Fie, Foe, and Fum."
'Pin'. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/ch%E1%BB%91t
Eldritch lay on the ground. The insects had flown in, and as a collective swarm, had droned him to a dull. He had been lying on the ground for about 1 to 15 minutes, before they finally all flew away.
Swarma had deserted the area, for somewhere else in time.
Birds, then began to gather.
A small bird, known as a shrike (a.k.a. Butcherbird), flew in.
It took Spellbound's lapel, off of him, and flew off to a perch, in hopes of attacking another bird with it. Eldritch, pricked by the lapel, it had been readjusting before loosing, had felt something of a pain, and slowly, regained consciousness.
The shrike perched upon a tree, and started to shriek some curious melodies. It had only been doing this for it's lunch, however.
Feeling dazed, Spellbound lay on his back, while a whole sky mapping, of birds making sounds, darted back and forth.
His eyes opened, and he slowly began to follow them.
Their songs continued, and suddenly a fresh breath of wind came into him. It seemed to speak... It was Lasagna!
...
'Fu's Party'.
Shortly after Christmas, The Dizzmith’s visited the Tich Residence for a belated Business Party slash Christmas Party. It was also their son’s Birthday.
Fu was over. His mother Lillian, had set out a Side Table of Food, from the Restaurant.
Ralph and Adelaide had brought an M&M Meatshop's Party Platter, as their own contribution.
Giselle sat with Terrence, playing Asian checkers, and Eric, was still hanging the indoor Chinese Lanterns.
Lillian asked Fu if he could open the Advent Calendar for the next day, but just then, the lights went out all across the city.
Goofily, the seven of them had to make their way over to the LampTop. Pulling out the new, "Central Table," and a bunch of chairs.
Adelaide tripped up, and nearly fell over something, and let out a little shriek, only to find out from Lillian, that it was just Giselle's, pet, bichon frise, "Garlic."
Fu had opened up a Jade cross from Adelaide.
Ralph apologized that it was made of a, "Kidney Stone," and told them how, it was, "Jade"/"Nephrite," hence, "Kidney"/"Nephros."
There was awkward silence.
...

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📷From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia"Satanist" redirects here. For other uses, see Satanism (disambiguation)) and Satanist (disambiguation)).Not to be confused with Sethianism.📷The inverted pentagram circumscribed by a circle (also known as a pentacle) is often used to represent Satanism.
Satanism is a group of ideological and philosophical beliefs based on Satan. Contemporary religious practice of Satanism began with the founding of the atheistic Church of Satan by Anton LaVey in the United States in 1966, although a few historical precedents exist. Prior to the public practice, Satanism existed primarily as an accusation by various Christian groups toward perceived ideological opponents, rather than a self-identity or valid religious belief. Satanism, and the concept of Satan, has also been used by artists and entertainers for symbolic expression.
Accusations that various groups have been practicing Satanism (in a ‘Devil-worship’ interpretation) have been made throughout much of Christian history. During the Middle Ages, the Inquisition attached to the Catholic Church alleged that various heretical Christian sects and groups, such as the Knights Templar and the Cathars, performed secret Satanic rituals. In the subsequent Early Modern period, belief in a widespread Satanic conspiracy of witches resulted in mass trials of alleged witches across Europe and the North American colonies. Accusations that Satanic conspiracies were active, and behind events such as Protestantism (and conversely, the Protestant claim that the Pope was the Antichrist) and the French Revolution continued to be made in Christendom during the eighteenth to the twentieth century. The idea of a vast Satanic conspiracy reached new heights with the influential Taxil hoax of France in the 1890s, which claimed that Freemasonry worshipped Satan, Lucifer, and Baphomet in their rituals. In the 1980s and 1990s, the Satanic ritual abuse hysteria spread through the United States and the United Kingdom, amid fears that groups of Satanists were regularly sexually abusing and murdering children in their rites. In most of these cases, there is no corroborating evidence that any of those accused of Satanism were actually practitioners of a Satanic religion or guilty of the allegations leveled at them.
Since the 19th century, various small religious groups have emerged that identify as Satanists or use Satanic iconography. The Satanist groups that appeared after the 1960s are widely diverse, though can be divided into theistic Satanism and atheistic Satanism.[1] Those venerating Satan as a supernatural deity view him not as omnipotent but rather as a patriarch. Atheistic Satanists regard Satan as a symbol of certain human traits.[2] Since its founding in 2012, The Satanic Temple has attracted hundreds of thousands of nontheistic members worldwide.[3]
Contemporary religious Satanism is predominantly an American phenomenon, the ideas spreading elsewhere with the effects of globalization and the Internet.[4] The Internet spreads awareness of other Satanists, and is also the main battleground for Satanist disputes.[4] Satanism started to reach Central and Eastern Europe in the 1990s, in time with the fall of the Communist Bloc, and most noticeably in Poland and Lithuania, predominantly Roman Catholic countries.[5][6]

Definition

📷Saint Wolfgang and the Devil, by Michael Pacher
In their study of Satanism, the religious studies scholars Asbjørn Dyrendal, James R. Lewis), and Jesper Aa. Petersen stated that the term Satanism "has a history of being a designation made by people against those whom they dislike; it is a term used for 'othering'".[7] The concept of Satanism is an invention of Christianity, for it relies upon the figure of Satan, a character deriving from Christian mythology.[8]
Elsewhere, Petersen noted that "Satanism as something others do is very different from Satanism as a self-designation".[9] Eugene Gallagher noted that, as commonly used, Satanism was usually "a polemical, not a descriptive term".[10]
In 1994, the Italian sociologist Massimo Introvigne suggested defining Satanism with the simultaneous presence of "1) the worship of the character identified with the name of Satan or Lucifer in the Bible, 2) by organized groups with at least a minimal organization and hierarchy, 3) through ritual or liturgical practices [...] it does not matter how each Satanist group perceives Satan, as personal or impersonal, real or symbolical".[11]

Etymology

The word "Satan" was not originally a proper name, but rather an ordinary noun that means "adversary". In this context, it appears at several points in the Old Testament.[12] For instance, in the Book of Samuel, David is presented as the satan ("adversary") of the Philistines, while in the Book of Numbers, the term appears as a verb, when Jehovah sent an angel to satan ("to oppose") Balaam.[13] Prior to the composition of the New Testament, the idea developed within Jewish communities that Satan was the name of an angel who had rebelled against Jehovah and had been cast out of Heaven along with his followers; this account would be incorporated into contemporary texts like the Book of Enoch.[14] This Satan was then featured in parts of the New Testament, where he was presented as a figure who tempted humans to commit sin; in the Book of Matthew and the Book of Luke, he attempted to tempt Jesus of Nazareth as the latter fasted in the wilderness.[15]
The word "Satanism" was adopted into English from the French satanisme.[16] The terms "Satanism" and "Satanist" are first recorded as appearing in the English and French languages during the sixteenth century, when they were used by Christian groups to attack other, rival Christian groups.[17] In a Roman Catholic tract of 1565, the author condemns the "heresies, blasphemies, and sathanismes [sic]" of the Protestants.[16] In an Anglican work of 1559, Anabaptists and other Protestant sects are condemned as "swarmes of Satanistes [sic]".[16] As used in this manner, the term "Satanism" was not used to claim that people literally worshipped Satan, but rather, it claimed that the accused was deviating from true Christianity, and thus serving the will of Satan. [18] During the nineteenth century, the term "Satanism" began to be used to describe those considered to lead a broadly immoral lifestyle,[18] and it was only in the late nineteenth century that it came to be applied in English to individuals who were believed to consciously and deliberately venerate Satan.[18] This latter meaning had appeared earlier in the Swedish language; the Lutheran Bishop Laurentius Paulinus Gothus had described devil-worshipping sorcerers as Sathanister in his Ethica Christiana, produced between 1615 and 1630.[19]

History

Historical and anthropological research suggests that nearly all societies have developed the idea of a sinister and anti-human force that can hide itself within society.[20] This commonly involves a belief in witches, a group of individuals who invert the norms of their society and seek to harm their community, for instance by engaging in incest, murder, and cannibalism.[21] Allegations of witchcraft may have different causes and serve different functions within a society.[22] For instance, they may serve to uphold social norms,[23] to heighten the tension in existing conflicts between individuals,[23] or to scapegoat certain individuals for various social problems.[22]
Another contributing factor to the idea of Satanism is the concept that there is an agent of misfortune and evil who operates on a cosmic scale,[24] something usually associated with a strong form of ethical dualism that divides the world clearly into forces of good and forces of evil.[25] The earliest such entity known is Angra Mainyu, a figure that appears in the Persian religion of Zoroastrianism.[24][26] This concept was also embraced by Judaism and early Christianity, and although it was soon marginalized within Jewish thought, it gained increasing importance within early Christian understandings of the cosmos.[27] While the early Christian idea of the Devil was not well developed, it gradually adapted and expanded through the creation of folklore, art, theological treatises, and morality tales, thus providing the character with a range of extra-Biblical associations.[28]

Medieval and Early Modern Christendom

📷Title illustration of Johannes Praetorius (writer)) Blocksbergs Verrichtung (1668) showing many traditional features of the medieval Witches' SabbathSee also: European witchcraft, Maleficium (sorcery)), and Witch-cult hypothesis
As Christianity expanded throughout the Middle East, North Africa, and Europe, it came into contact with a variety of other religions, which it regarded as "pagan". Christian theologians claimed that the gods and goddesses venerated by these "pagans" were not genuine divinities, but were actually demons.[29] However, they did not believe that "pagans" were deliberately devil-worshippers, instead claiming that they were simply misguided.[30] In Christian iconography, the Devil and demons were given the physical traits of figures from classical mythology, such as the god Pan), fauns, and satyrs.[30]
Those Christian groups regarded as heretics by the Roman Catholic Church were treated differently, with theologians arguing that they were deliberately worshipping the Devil.[31] This was accompanied by claims that such individuals engaged in incestuous sexual orgies, murdered infants, and committed acts of cannibalism, all stock accusations that had previously been leveled at Christians themselves in the Roman Empire.[32]
The first recorded example of such an accusation being made within Western Christianity took place in Toulouse in 1022, when two clerics were tried for allegedly venerating a demon.[33] Throughout the Middle Ages, this accusation would be applied to a wide range of Christian heretical groups, including the Paulicians, Bogomils, Cathars, Waldensians, and the Hussites.[34] The Knights Templar were accused of worshipping an idol known as Baphomet, with Lucifer having appeared at their meetings in the form of a cat.[35] As well as these Christian groups, these claims were also made about Europe's Jewish community.[36] In the thirteenth century, there were also references made to a group of "Luciferians" led by a woman named Lucardis which hoped to see Satan rule in Heaven. References to this group continued into the fourteenth century, although historians studying the allegations concur that these Luciferians were likely a fictitious invention.[37]
Within Christian thought, the idea developed that certain individuals could make a pact with Satan.[38] This may have emerged after observing that pacts with gods and goddesses played a role in various pre-Christian belief systems, or that such pacts were also made as part of the Christian cult of saints.[39] Another possibility is that it derives from a misunderstanding of Augustine of Hippo's condemnation of augury in his On the Christian Doctrine, written in the late fourth century. Here, he stated that people who consulted augurs were entering "quasi pacts" (covenants) with demons.[40] The idea of the diabolical pact made with demons was popularized across Europe in the story of Faust, likely based in part on the real life Johann Georg Faust.[41]
📷The Obscene Kiss, an illustration of witches kissing the Devil's anus from Francesco Maria Guazzo's Compendium Maleficarum (1608)
As the late medieval gave way to the early modern period, European Christendom experienced a schism between the established Roman Catholic Church and the breakaway Protestant movement. In the ensuing Reformation and Counter-Reformation, both Catholics and Protestants accused each other of deliberately being in league with Satan.[42] It was in this context that the terms "Satanist" and "Satanism" emerged.[17]
The early modern period also saw fear of Satanists reach its "historical apogee" in the form of the witch trials of the fifteenth to the eighteenth centuries.[43] This came about as the accusations which had been leveled at medieval heretics, among them that of devil-worship, were applied to the pre-existing idea of the witch, or practitioner of malevolent magic).[44] The idea of a conspiracy of Satanic witches was developed by educated elites, although the concept of malevolent witchcraft was a widespread part of popular belief and folkloric ideas about the night witch, the wild hunt, and the dance of the fairies were incorporated into it.[45] The earliest trials took place in Northern Italy and France, before spreading it out to other areas of Europe and to Britain's North American colonies, being carried out by the legal authorities in both Catholic and Protestant regions.[43] Between 30,000 and 50,000 individuals were executed as accused Satanic witches.[43] Most historians agree that the majority of those persecuted in these witch trials were innocent of any involvement in Devil worship.[46] However, in their summary of the evidence for the trials, the historians Geoffrey Scarre and John Callow thought it "without doubt" that some of those accused in the trials had been guilty of employing magic in an attempt to harm their enemies, and were thus genuinely guilty of witchcraft.[47]
In seventeenth-century Sweden, a number of highway robbers and other outlaws living in the forests informed judges that they venerated Satan because he provided more practical assistance than Jehovah.[48] Introvigne regarded these practices as "folkloric Satanism".[19]

18th- to 20th-century Christendom

📷Stanislas de Guaita drew the original goat pentagram, which first appeared in the book La Clef de la Magie Noire in 1897. This symbol would later become synonymous with Baphomet, and is commonly referred to as the Sabbatic Goat.
During the eighteenth century, gentleman's social clubs became increasingly prominent in Britain and Ireland, among the most secretive of which were the Hellfire Clubs, which were first reported in the 1720s.[49] The most famous of these groups was the Order of the Knights of Saint Francis, which was founded circa 1750 by the aristocrat Sir Francis Dashwood and which assembled first at his estate at West Wycombe and later in Medmenham Abbey.[50] A number of contemporary press sources portrayed these as gatherings of atheist rakes) where Christianity was mocked and toasts were made to the Devil.[51] Beyond these sensationalist accounts, which may not be accurate portrayals of actual events, little is known about the activities of the Hellfire Clubs.[51] Introvigne suggested that they may have engaged in a form of "playful Satanism" in which Satan was invoked "to show a daring contempt for conventional morality" by individuals who neither believed in his literal existence nor wanted to pay homage to him.[52]
The French Revolution of 1789 dealt a blow to the hegemony of the Roman Catholic Church in parts of Europe, and soon a number of Catholic authors began making claims that it had been masterminded by a conspiratorial group of Satanists.[53] Among the first to do so was French Catholic priest Jean-Baptiste Fiard, who publicly claimed that a wide range of individuals, from the Jacobins to tarot card readers, were part of a Satanic conspiracy.[54] Fiard's ideas were furthered by Alexis-Vincent-Charles Berbiguier, who devoted a lengthy book to this conspiracy theory; he claimed that Satanists had supernatural powers allowing them to curse people and to shapeshift into both cats and fleas.[55] Although most of his contemporaries regarded Berbiguier as mad,[56] his ideas gained credence among many occultists, including Stanislas de Guaita, a Cabalist who used them for the basis of his book, The Temple of Satan.[57]
In the early 20th century, the British novelist Dennis Wheatley produced a range of influential novels in which his protagonists battled Satanic groups.[58] At the same time, non-fiction authors like Montague Summers and Rollo Ahmed published books claiming that Satanic groups practicing black magic were still active across the world, although they provided no evidence that this was the case.[59] During the 1950s, various British tabloid newspapers repeated such claims, largely basing their accounts on the allegations of one woman, Sarah Jackson, who claimed to have been a member of such a group.[60] In 1973, the British Christian Doreen Irvine published From Witchcraft to Christ, in which she claimed to have been a member of a Satanic group that gave her supernatural powers, such as the ability to levitate), before she escaped and embraced Christianity.[61]
In the United States during the 1960s and 1970s, various Christian preachers—the most famous being Mike Warnke in his 1972 book The Satan-Seller—claimed that they had been members of Satanic groups who carried out sex rituals and animal sacrifices before discovering Christianity.[62] According to Gareth Medway in his historical examination of Satanism, these stories were "a series of inventions by insecure people and hack writers, each one based on a previous story, exaggerated a little more each time".[63]
Other publications made allegations of Satanism against historical figures. The 1970s saw the publication of the Romanian Protestant preacher Richard Wurmbrand's book in which he argued—without corroborating evidence—that the socio-political theorist Karl Marx had been a Satanist.[64]

The recent Dark Heresy/Black Crusade/Only War Humble Bundle has some neat lore titbits. While most of it pre-Great Rift, here is an interesting one.
Some background: the Screaming Vortex is a part of the warp rifts in Segmentum Obscurus between the Calixis sector and the Koronus expanse. Originally it was a part of the old Eldar empire that was nearly destroyed in a now-forgotten plague, war or another cataclysm, it was painstakingly rebuilt only to be destroyed again in Slaanesh's awakening, the anguished souls of its caretakers howling in the warp for eternity. It ebbs and swells, even claiming nearby systems on occasion of its worlds are settled by humans and a few even by xenos such as orks and kroot. It is dominated by Chaos forces, who recruit and rebuild there and fight each other before one becomes strong enough to attack the Imperium or other factions.
One such world, Sacgrave, was a massive fortress for a time ruled by the Shadow Margraves. These secretive figures made it the base for massive and hugely successful pirate attacks. Turns out, their fortress was not so impregnable as they thought and they attracted some very unusual attention.
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Perhaps that vow held the seeds of the Shadow-Margraves' destruction, their wishes being granted by some precocious daemon lord when a fleet arrived unexpectedly in the vicinity of Sacgrave. The pirates attacked without hesitation, squadrons of shark-nosed raiders blasting into space to assault the fleet while their heavier vessels hurriedly readied themselves for battle.
As the raiders closed, they were shocked to see that the vessels were not reavers. They were not even human. Instead, the sweeping solar sails of an Eldar battlefleet eclipsed the stars. A mighty Eldar warhost of the Craftworld Kaelor and a dozen corsair fleets bore down on Sacgrave. Against them, the hard-bitten renegades threw themselves into a fight to the death.
The Eldar blasted the first wave of pirates from the skies with mercilessly accurate gunnery even as they closed to bring their own weapons to bear. The darkness around Sacgrave lit with the dying agonies of countless vessels, falling to the terrible brightness of the Eldar macro-lasers. The immense Dragon ship Un'Alab Denaal-The Fury of Dawn- led the vanguard, its powerful pulsar lances burning a half-dozen raiders to cinders.
Finally, the larger pirate cruisers rose to engage and the battle became less one-sided. The Slaughter-class cruiser Benediction of Vax led the charge, its captain Indolous the Gorger directing a ferocious hail of fire against the Wraithship Fate of Eternity.Though his augurs were fooled by ghost-shapes, Indolous simply closed until he could see the vessel with his own eyes. Fiery explosions enveloped his prey, the elegant lines of the Eternity crumpling and burning under a terrible bombardment' Indolous had little time to enjoy his victory as moments later the Benediction of Vax was sliced in two by a spread of torpedoes from the Shadow-class Cruiser Forgotten Twilight.
As the Benediction disintegrated in a violent burst of plasma, the Eldar Corsairs hit the Chaos Reavers from the side, pummelling their ships with salvos of torpedoes. The pirate captains that escaped the battle swore afterwards that it was lost in that moment, as first one ship then another turned away to escape the infernal cauldron of fire, their great armada unequal to the test of fighting opposing warships on even terms. The Eldar harried them relentlessly, releasing clouds of fast-moving attack craft to chase down the fleeing ships.
Sacgrave provided no protection for those that fled to it. The Eldar swept in to pound the fortress like the fists of an angry god. Mighty towers shuddered under the impacts of torpedoes and pulsar lances until they cracked, toppled and melted into lakes of slag. Elegant craft descended to the surface, disgorging troupes of brightly hued warriors whose grinning masks mocked those they slew. None could stand against the warrior dancers,or their allies. It is said that amongst the warriors strode four knights clad in silver armour. Even the most hardened Chaos reaver crumpled against the fury of their bolt-rounds, or died from the reaping strikes of their swords and halberds.
In despair, the surviving pirates scattered in all direcrions as they could. The Shadow-Margraves fled aboard their powerful grand cruiser, the Kasserkratch - its capacious holds crammed with looted treasure, if the legends are true. The Eldar and their mysterious allies vanished as suddenly as they appeared, caring not for the survivors of Sacgrave. Some wonder if their goal was to see the alliance of the Shadow-Margraves split asunder, so that they would be stayed from fell deeds in the distant future.

It's not clear what motivated these "silvery knights" to form such a rare alliance. On the whole, Sacgrave was a fortress world and its rulers commanded a lot of influence in the Vortex, but not particularly famous for daemonology. Was it an alliance of opportunity or did that strike team have a specific target? Who knows.

There’s a character that I would like to play, and after pouring over the options, I feel that none of the existing Class and Subclass combinations do this idea justice. Nor does it seem doable by homebrewing a new subclass for an existing class.
So even though I am about 90% sure that I will get responses that range from “You’re wrong” to “No”, I’d like to ask if there’s any experienced class homebrewers who would be willing to work with me on the following idea:
Class Concept: Soothsayer
Soothsayers are gifted (or cursed) with abilities to know the past, present, and future. For some inexplicable reason, they are “time-touched”, possessing senses not always bound by the here and now. Sometimes the knowledge comes because they are seeking it; often they receive visions or glimpses unbidden. Being a Soothsayer, however, grants only knowledge, not miracles or magic – although some would argue that knowledge IS power. For an example of this, watch Nicolas Cage’s 2007 film “Next”.
However, this truth is not lost on others, and from the moment the neighborhood knows they have a Soothsayer in their midst that Soothsayer is unlikely to be allowed to retreat into comfortable anonymity again. Instead, people will come out of the woodwork to ask for their favor, making most Soothsayers attempt to hide or mask their gifts, some more successfully than others. Either that or go on the royal payroll.
My thoughts on mechanics:
Soothsayers are not casters and gain no spells. (Neither are they connected to the gods or divinity.) Soothsayers do have Gifts, but those Gifts are class and subclass features, not spells.
Among the oracular Gifts you might find:

• Psychometry – touch an object and know it’s past
• Look back – to see the history of a place
• Look forward – to see the future of a place
• People reading – to see the past or future of a person
• The ability to share the visions with others
• Know thought and feelings – to be aware of what another person is thinking and/or feeling
• Detect deception, sincerity, honesty
• Farseeing – to experience the present of a location far away
• “Spideysense” – a danger sense that can warn one before setting off a trap or being ambushed, etc.
• See what is hidden
• See true nature
• Learn secrets
• Preternatural reflexes
• Uncanny abilities based on 5 second look-ahead
• and others...

Some of these abilities may be main class abilities while others are subclass abilities.
However, all abilities are based on knowledge acquisition, and while that may assist with an active ability like fighting or trap finding, the supernatural part of being a Soothsayer is that of merely acquiring knowledge of the past, present, and future. That is a Soothsayer’s base jam – the supernatural acquisition of knowledge.
As such I desire the core Ability for a Soothsayer to be Wisdom, as they are defined by their ability to perceive what others cannot.
Other thoughts I have had about this class:
Soothsayer Points: A Soothsayer gains a number of Soothsayer Points equal to their level after a long rest. After a short rest they may regain a fraction of their total, perhaps in line with Hit Dice expenditure.
A Soothsayer Point may be used to automatically succeed at a Soothsayer check instead of rolling. If instead the Soothsayer rolls and fails, they can choose to have that roll succeed for TWO Soothsayer points.
Soothsayer check: usually called for whenever the Soothsayer tries to use their features to gain knowledge. If the feature doesn’t mention needing a Soothsayer check, then using it doesn’t require a Soothsayer check.
Most Oracular features – all the ones that DO call for a Soothsayer check – have a non-zero chance to fail without spending Soothsayer Points. The chance of failure or success is based on several factors which will be listed in a chart, from recency to distance to contagion (possessing a hair from the head of the target for example – or touching them).
However, the DM can also choose to give the Soothsayer unasked for glimpses and visions – these of course are for story furthering purposes and do not require checks or points, as they serve the DM’s purpose, not that of the character or player.
Also, the future is not written in stone, and thus any visions of the future are based on the likelihood of events continuing on their current paths.
Other Soothsayer Features:

• Hit Dice: 1d8 per Soothsayer level
• Hit Points at 1st Level: 8 + your Constitution modifier
• Hit Points at Higher Levels: 1d8 (or 5) + your Constitution modifier per Soothsayer level after 1st
• Armor: Light Armor
• Weapons: Simple Weapons, Finesse Weapons
• Tools: Any single tool, gaming set, or musical instrument
• Saving Throws: Wisdom, Intelligence
• Skills: Choose two from Arcana, Deception, Insight, Investigation, Perception, and History

Subclasses:
Subclasses for this take on the Soothsayer Class focus on how the character has chosen to deal with being a Soothsayer, how they have either made peace with it or how they avoid it’s burdens:
Knight of Destiny
This subclass has a Destiny to fulfill, one that not even the Soothsayer can know until it happens. This is the most martial of the Soothsayer subclasses and can likely use more armors and weapons than the base class. Knights of Destiny may not know what their destiny is, but they have committed to seeking it out, wherever it takes them.
Features: Mostly ones related to fighting and following the unknown path of their destiny. For example, they may succeed at a Soothsayer check to know that their Destiny “wants” them to trust a new NPC, without at all knowing why.
Swordsman
The swordsman, a real “musketeer” type, is a Soothsayer that has decided to cope with his curse by keeping it completely under wraps and instead becoming a traveling sword-for-hire. Favoring rapiers and quick wit, along with multiple fencing styles, such a person could evenly duel with Inigo Montoya himself, albeit by leaning on his uncanny inspiration for predicting his opponent’s moves. A real jack of all trades and master of none, a real buccaneer. All the while his closest allies and friends may have no idea that he possesses any Gifts at all.
Features: A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Some psychometry. Some people-reading. Reading a place’s history too. Buckets of dangersense. And mountains of “luck” in all elements of the fighting style, from the swordwork to finding a convenient drapery to swing on. Still doesn’t wear above light armor or use more than simple and/or versatile weapons. May be able to increase his AC through a “luck” feature.
Investigator
This subclass also keeps their true nature hidden by taking on the mantle of being either a government investigator or a private gumshoe. They have an uncanny knack for figuring out what happened and whodunnit. When no one else can get results, often this one can – for reasons that they are not sharing.
Features: Pschometry. Pastlook. Scrye. Read people. The tools of figuring out if the damn butler really did do it.
Oracle
This Soothsayer has fully embraced his gift and now works with and for a government or royal court. While allying so closely with a major political power has its drawbacks, it also has its advantages – especially if one supports the nation one consults for. However, it can be a hard job to leave…
Features: Things to spy on the enemy, but most of all, ways to see the future. Of all the subclasses, this one focuses on seeing the future the most.
Lama
Another Soothsayer that embraces their gift publicly, but works for the people directly as a lama or shaman, helping guide those that need it most. May ironically help his people accept the present more often that augur the future.
Features: Any that can help put a person on their “best” path or help them either avoid making haunting mistakes – or help them make up for already having made those mistakes.
Fortune Teller
Found at carnivals and circuses, but in equal number also having their own shops and storefronts, these entrepreneurs will sell you your future – for the right coin. Some really try their best to provide an authentic service, while others use their access to knowledge to bilk marks of as much as possible.
Features: Thought reading, deep scanning, past scanning of people and augury.
Knave
The final subclass, this Soothsayer has gone full criminal, and uses their knowledge and insight to break the law for profit, usually with little to no repercussion. The Knave jealously guards the knowledge of the gifts from all, and uses them with utmost subtlety. Most of the time, people just know Knaves as a very successful crooks. Sometimes a simple outlaw, other times a genius mastermind, always a scoundrel.
Features: Any that help them avoid the law and its consequences while doing what they wish. Dangersense. Preternatural ability to pass undetected and leave no trace. Down and dirty fighting. Sense intention. Others.
Any thoughts or ideas?

Kuzan, Shiryu, Vasco Shot, Avalo Pizzaro and Sanjuan Wolf are shown to be at Pirates island.
Teach, Burgess, Augur and Doc Q were fighting Law.
Assuming all the events are happening at roughly the same time and by process of eliminations , the Blackbeard pirates at egghead can only be Catarina Devon and Laffitte.
Now for my tinfoil hat theory.
York made a deal with the Blackbeard pirates, in addition to providing them with knowledge and information, she plan to become their spy by becoming a Celestial Dragon.
York plan to infiltrate Mary Geoise undetected with the help of Laffitte who have already done it once before during the warlords meeting.
And using Catarina devil fruit power to transform herself into and replacing one of the Celestial Dragon.
York has been to Mary Geoise and met the Celestial Dragons before so she think she can blend in well without raising alarms.
The real Celestial Dragon York replaced will probably be kidnap by the Blackbeard pirates and interrogated for information, such as the identity and location of the man mark by flame etc. although its doubtful that they know much but given their position they should be aware of some secrets.
This way the no one will be the wiser and admirals will not be call upon.