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alright, Iâm doing it. the âArgath Thadalfus Did Nothing Wrongâ fic (also known as Sadgath). Title: On A Bed of Rusted Narcissus Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics (War of the Lions) Warnings: Canonical Character Death Tags: Post-Canon, full list of tags in the link Wordcount: 10,578 Summary: Ramza returns to Fort Ziekden and finds that not all wounds are mended by time. Excerpt: A shade, then, Ramza thought as he used his teeth to pull the cork of the waterskin. A ghast the same as those that haunted Lake Poescas, waiting to suck the life from unwary travelers. The calabash dangling from a brass ring on the saddle held a potent mixture of herbs and fermented fruit juice that the desertmen used to deaden the pain of old injuries both of the body and the mind. Heâd come to rely on it after too many years of chemist-brewed potions during the war had made the mere smell of one turn his stomach and set his heart pounding. But he wasnât a fool: tucked away in one of his saddlebags, well wrapped with cotton for protection, was a glass bottle of the finest elixir money could buy, kept in reserve for a dire emergency. Only a few drops of it would cause all that remained of Argath Thadalfus to cease to be.
MĂ”tlesin jah, et ootan Ă€ra pĂŒsivama ĂŒhenduse oma korterisse, aga nĂŒĂŒdseks on selgunud, et sel nĂ€dalal teda kindlalt ei tule. ja elu juhtub nii palju vahepeal, et peab siis muudmoodi hakkama saama. Möödunud on seitse ĂŒksielamise pĂ€eva ja isegi kui tundub, et on vĂ€he korda saadetud, on siiski ĂŒsna palju toimunud. Paar pĂ€eva tagasi (kui seda sissekannet alustasin..) nĂ€gin nĂ€iteks tĂ€iesti esimest korda zepeliini moodi asjandust lendamas öise Turku kohal. VĂ€ga vali ja tekitas kohe vĂ€lismaa-tunde. Aga. Igatahes.Â
2. jaanuaril hakkasime 6:52 laevaga liikuma (jah, vĂ€ljumisaeg oli mĂ€rgitud kella seitsmeks, ma ei tea, mis vĂ€rk sellega on), laevutasime kolm vaid-paar-tundi-maganud Mildebergi ĂŒle Soome lahe ning leidsime end lumisest Helsingist. Isa sai sĂ”bra Teppoga kokku, me Saaraga kĂ€isime Amos Rexis Bill Viola nĂ€itust vaatamas (ĂŒsna hea, aga eraldi selleks Soome ei sĂ”idaks..).
Kell 13 vĂ”tsime suuna Turku peale. Veider oli istuda oma jĂ€rgmise viie kuu kompsude seas, aga talvine Soome maastik vĂ”ttis koos JĂŒri kaasatehtud vĂ”ileibadega tĂ€helepanu endale. Kuulasime klassikalist muusikat ja vahepeal tegime Saaraga uinakud.
20 minutit enne nelja jĂ”udsime kohale. Olin naabri ja vĂ”tmevalvuri Marjaga leppinud vĂ”tmete ĂŒleandmise neljaks, kuid kuna ta oli niikuinii kodus, saime pĂ€rast kĂ”ikide kompsude seitsmendale transportimist juba poole viie paiku alustada sĂ”itu Raisiosse, kus öö veetsime. LĂ€ksin ka kaasa, sest hotelli hommikusöök on seda vÀÀrt :D ikkagi #peregareisil. Vaatasime telerit ja tegime nalja.Â
Kummaline jah oma terve elu kokkupakkimist korraga nĂ€ha:Â
Ahjaa, Ă”htul sĂ”itsime korra Turu peal ka ringi. Toomkirik on siin imeline, vist ĂŒks suurimaid, mida nĂ€inud olen! (tuleb veel pilte)Â
PĂ€rast hommikusöögile jĂ€rgnenud uinakut sĂ”idutati mind mu uude koju ning jĂ€in ĂŒksi asju lahti pakkima. Eks oli ikka kurb ka, aga ka kuidagi kerge. Sain asjad lahti pakkida oma Ă€ranĂ€gemise jĂ€rgi ning sain ĂŒsna koheselt aru, et mul polegi siin wifit! Kirjutasin eelmisele (ja tulevasele - olen allĂŒĂŒrnik) elanikule ja ta vastas, et kasutab ise mobiilset netti. ahah. ohoh. See lĂ€ks mul facebooki kommuunides ringi sobrades lĂ”puks meelest kuulutustes jĂ€rgi vaadata: pidasin tĂ€htsamaks ruutmeetreid, asukohta ja muid eluks tarvilikke majapidamise faktoreid... Egas midagi, nĂŒĂŒd pean veel ĂŒhe asjaga tegelema :D (sellest interneti asjast saab ka tĂ€itsa eraldi postituse teha...)
Kuna internetti on vÀhe, lÔigutan seda blogi lÀbi mitme pÀeva.
Mis kĂ”ige peamisem: elus olen! ja vĂ€ga mĂ”nus on! KĂŒll mul see kirjutamistuhin ka peale tuleb.
aa ja videosid on ka veidi keerulisem postitada. no vaatab.
So long as weâre on the subject of Aerith...
âSuch is the nature of fate, Ramza! That commoner and his sister ought never have been here at all! Had they been mongering flowers on some street corner, she would yet live.â
âFew stop these days, and even fewer buy.â
âSeems to me as youâd earn a lot more selling that tinder-box oâ yours than them flowers!â
This whole sequence is pretty vicious in retrospect. What better sign of Algus/Argathâs class privilege?
Aerith is only saved here because of Cloudâs appearance, a supernatural, near-divine impossibility. Her fate, like no doubt so many in Sal Ghidos, was to suffer outrageous misfortune. And Algus/Argath considers this a viable alternative for Delita and Tietra, their appointed station, suggests it would be âsaferâ for them if they only minded their place.
Ivalice, like our own world, is not safe for the poor and oppressed. Those who suggest ânobilityâ in maintaining a status quo and fulfilling a class role always speak in terms of maintaining a superiority--and nearly always a fragile one, at that, for Algus/Argathâs hold on his station is very fragile indeed.
âHonest work would see them die old in bed, yet they choose instead this early grave. Why persist in such folly?â
Ramza, of course, is no different at the storyâs onset. Chapter one is quite blatant about checking his privilege. No matter how many terrible men profess their love for Final Fantasy Tactics, the game (even with its flaws) was always about the sort of things that would get it tagged âSJWâ in todayâs gaming climate.
- merisiga

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Kabīr
Projekt Mina
2021-02-08
Kurk on kÀhe ja kÔht on ees
tÀnasest normist tÀidetud vaid kaks
villased sokid on soojad ja head
ning ma tegelt ei olegi ju nÔnna paks
vÔtangi peegli ja vaatangi end
lehvitan vastu ja naeratan endal
DAY 1
lubadus 1
nÀdal ilma magusata peale jÀÀtise ja puuviljade
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The Professor (2018) oli tÀitse muhe film ja sobis tÀitsa edukalt lÔpuks algust tegema sellega, mis mÔni hetk juba meelel olnud.
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3 2 1 0 ... stardipauk sai antud, JÀrgmine peatus teisipÀev.
Sulen turvavöö ja proovin leida ĂŒlesse kĂ€igukangi.
AITĂH! :)
Location Intro
Sorry, I'm obsessed with worldbuilding. And I've been working hard and doing lots of research. Here's a little about where Brenna is from!
Algus Grove
"The sickness struck a nearby tribe, and he knew it to be only a matter of time before it spread to his own kin, if it hadn't already. The North was a land of nomads, back then, and the tribes would tuck their tails and run at the first sign of trouble. Kept them alive. Kept them safe. But Algus... well, he and Aust were never the type to run. Too much Riverground in their blood."
Algus Grove, commonly referred to simply as Algus, is the first and largest of the stoptowns that cropped up in the North during the Second Sickness. Tucked beneath thick trees, the city resembles an old patched coat, as the residents repaired and made permanent structures that were once meant to be only temporary. Though small farms dot treeless clearings on the outskirts of town, Algus doesn't dabble much on farming and instead focuses on the domestication of the wild animals found in the surrounding woods. Those that herd the enormous reindeer are the most esteemed of the handlers.
As many in the north are still nomadic, the small market of six shops sees plenty of business, mostly in trade but also occasionally with the coins from Riverground folk. The non-merchant residents would be hard pressed to accept such payment, as few tend to travel outside the town, rendering the metals next to worthless for most services.
To northerners, those in the city are pompously comfortable. To southerners, they are uneducated and dirty.
But they see themselves as proud and safe.
And for a time, they were.