Vasi

Home of the Thunder

2010.05.07 01:02 Home of the Thunder

Subreddit for the 2020 Stanley Cup Champion Tampa Bay Lightning.
[link]


2008.08.09 23:33 Reddit Serbia

Serbia: a country of rich history, tradition, and, of course, rakija!
[link]


2015.10.08 01:45 polarbearstare Find Maura Murray

Maura Murray disappeared on the evening of February 9, 2004, after a car crash on Route 112 in Woodsville, New Hampshire, a village in Haverhill. Her whereabouts remain unknown. She was a nursing student completing her junior year at the University of Massachusetts Amherst at the time of her disappearance.
[link]


2020.10.23 13:05 sebxgamerx Se imaginan una pelea entre 2 karens 1 mendigo exigente y 2 policias que resultaron ser las esposas de las karens? Me paso algo parecido

Antes de empezar quiero decirles que estoy en celular escribiendo esto y si quieren subir esta historia a yt lo pueden hacer sin problemas pero manden link del video por priv xd
PERSONAJES: K: Karen K2 Karen 2 ME: Mendigo Exigente P1: Policia 1 P2:Policia 2 Yo: Yo
EMPEZEMOOOOS
Un dia estaba normal en mi tienda favorita estaba comprando cosas importantes (Cerveza) y de pronto veo a alguien entrando a la tienda... Era el supervisor que vio que estaba pasando por que el dia anterior a ese habian entrado a robar pero no paso a mayores Despues de unos 2 minutos entro la karen se fue al lugar donde estan las cervezas y su hijo (que no aporto nada) se fue al lugar donde estan las sabritas, cuando vi al niño ir alla dije en mi mente "Madres se me olvido ir por los cheetos de mi mama" Y me voy a la parte de las sabritas vi al niño agarrar una bolsa de doritos y hasta ahi, yo agarre mis cheetos y me fui a la fila a esperar cabe aclarar que ese dia estaba la tienda LLEEEEENISIMA de gente Luego el mendigo exigente entro a la tienda ME: Ve la fila y se mete enmedio de donde yo estoy para robarme el lugar luego yo la saco del lugar y digo señor espere en la fila ME: señor me puede dejar pasar es que voy al lugar de las cervezas En ese tiempo me senti mal porque literalmente la fila rodeaba vasi toda la tienda e incluso la parte de la cerveza yo me senti mal y le deje pasar para que vaya por su cerveza y ahi no paso nada 5 minutos despues Ya es mi turno y veo que me falta mi billetera, veo a la persona que tengo atras y es la karen Yo: Señora regreseme mi cartera (estaba 95% seguro que ella la agarro) K1: señor ya callese y deje de hacer desmadre yo solo estoy haciendo fila para irme Llega la karen2 de la fila K2: Hey que chingados estas haciendo! Yo: esperando a que la k1 me de mi billetera ME: Se mete a la fila y me da como 10 dolares (vivo en edtados unidos) Yo: Gracias! K1: Hey pendejo porque le das dinero a este imbecil de mierda? K2: Si marrano pendejo porque se lo das a ese idiota de mierda infeliz (refiriendose a mi ) ME: señora yo solo le di 10 dolares que tiene eso de malo? K1 y K2: PORQUE ###### LE DISTE 10 DOLARES ES MENOR DE EDAD CHAMACO PENDEJO MALCRIADO Gerente que estaba viendo las camaras:Se queda viendo y no hace nada Yo:Señora calmese tengo 20 y aparte el unico que hace desmadre aqui es usted ME: Le roba las cosas que tiene karen en su bolsa de compras (La cerveza) ME: AHUEVO MAS CERVEZA (El ya se estaba llevando como 4 cartones de cerveza) Yo: Me vale madre K1: Le mete un golpe a ME Y lo deja inconciente Yo: (En tono ya agresivo) Señora ya deje de hacer desmadre la unica pendeja aqui es usted K1: me suelta un golpe y lo esquivo Yo:Le pego a K1 y le pego en un lugar que la hace llorar como por 2 dias seguidos del dolor K2: TE TENGO GRABADO MALDITO DESGRACIADO DISTRUFA ESTAR EN LA CARCEL Yo: Señora, Yo tambien estoy grabando (Mi lentes tiene una mini camara que graba todo y en la camara se ve como me defiendo de la karen) Llegan los policias P1: QUE CHINGADOS LE HICSTE A MI ESPOSA CHAMACO MALCRIADO? P2: Calmate hulk Yo: si policia calmese El que atiende: tenemos camaras si quieren las podemos checar Yo: si vamos a checarlas En las camaras de seguridad se ve como me defiendo de la K1 y de la K2 que se desmayo cuando vino el policia P2: Lo siento compadre pero me tendre que llevar a tu vieja Yo: Si llevesela Al final la K1 esta en la carcel y La K2 esta con un psicologo y al ME se desperto como hora y media despues y se fue a su casa y R.I.P cerveza porque cuando se cayo el ME se rompieron los botes de la cerveza
Moraleja: Siempre que veas a una Karen Alejate los mas posible de ella Sin importar si hay cerveza de por medio
submitted by sebxgamerx to PadresConDerechos [link] [comments]


2020.10.23 12:43 sebxgamerx Se imaginan una pelea entre 2 karens 1 mendigo exigente y 2 policias que son maridos de las karens? Me paso algo parecido (Tag: Karens y medigos exigentes)

Antes de empezar quiero decirles que estoy en celular escribiendo esto y si quieren subir esta historia a yt lo pueden hacer sin problemas pero manden link del video por priv xd
PERSONAJES: K: Karen K2 Karen 2 ME: Mendigo Exigente P1: Policia 1 P2:Policia 2 Yo: Yo
EMPEZEMOOOOS
Un dia estaba normal en mi tienda favorita estaba comprando cosas importantes (Cerveza) y de pronto veo a alguien entrando a la tienda... Era el supervisor que vio que estaba pasando por que el dia anterior a ese habian entrado a robar pero no paso a mayores Despues de unos 2 minutos entro la karen se fue al lugar donde estan las cervezas y su hijo (que no aporto nada) se fue al lugar donde estan las sabeitas, cuando vi al niño ir alla dije en mi mente "Madres se me olvido ir por los cheetos de mi mama" Y me voy a la parte de las sabritas vi al niño agarrar una bolsa de doritos y hasta ahi, yo agarre mis cheetos y me fui a la fila a esperar vabe aclarar que ese dia estaba la tienda LLEEEEENISIMA de gente Lueho el mendigo exigente entro a la tienda ME Ve la fila y se mete enmedio de donde yo ewtoy para robarme el lugar luego yo la saco del lugar y digo señora espere en la fila ME: señor me puede dejar pasar es que voy al lugar de las cervezas En ese tiempo me senti mal porque literalmente la fila rodeaba vasi toda la tienda e incluso la parte de la cerveza yo me senti mal y le deje pasar para que vaya por su cerveza y ahi no paso nada 5 minutos despues Ya es mi turno y veo que me falta mi billetera, veo a la persona que tengo atras y es la karen Yo: Señora regreseme mi cartera (estaba 95% seguro que ella la agarro) K1: señor ya callese y deje de hacer desmadre yo solo estoy haviendobfila para irme Llega la karen2 de la fila K2: Hey que chingados estas haciendo! Yo: esperando a que la k1 me de mi billetera MR: Se mete a la fila y me da como 10 dolares (vivo en edtados unidos) Yo: Gracias! K1: Hey pendejobporque le das dinero a este imbecil de mierda? K2: Si marrano pendejk porque se lo das a ese idiota de mierda infeliz (refiriendose a mi ) ME: señora yo solo le di 10 dolares que tiene eso de malo? K1 y K2: PORQUE ###### LE DISTE 10 DOLARES ES MENOR DE EDAD CHAMACO PENDEJO MALCRIADO Gerente que estaba viendo las camaras:Se queda viendo y no hace nada Yo:Señora calmese tengo 20 y aparte el uncioq eu hace desmadre aqui es usted MD: Le roba las cosas que tiene karen en su bolsa de compras (La cerveza) MD: AHUEVO MAS CERVEZA (El ya se estaba llevando como 4 cartones de cerveza) Yo: Me vale madre K1: Le me un golpe a ME Y lo deja inconciente Yo: (En tono ya agresivo) Señora ya deje de hacer desmadre la unica pendeja aqui es usted K1: me suelta un golpe y lo esquivo Yo:Le pego a K1 y le pego en un lugar que la hace llorar como por 2 dias seguidos del dolor K2: TE TENGO GRABADO MALDITO DESGRACIADO DISTRUFA ESTAR EN LA CARCEL Yo: Señora, Yo tambien estoy grabando (Mi lentes tiene una mini camara que graba todoy en la camara se ve como me defiendo de la karen) Llegan los policias P1: QUE CHINGADOS LE HICSTE A MI ESPOSA CHAMACO MALCRIADO? P2: Calmate hulk Yo: si policia calmese El que atiende: tenemos camaras si quieren las podelos checar Yo: si vamos a checarlas En las camaras de seguridad se ve como me defiendo de la Kq y de la K2 que se desmayo cuando vino el policia P2: Lo siento compadre pero me tendre que llevar a tu vieja Yo: Si llevesela Al final la K1 esta en la carcel y La K2 esta con un psicologo y al ME se desperto como hira y media despues y se fue a su casa y R.I.P cerveza pprque cuando se cayo el ME se rompieron los botes de la cerveza
Moraleja: Siempre que veas a una Karen Alejate los mas posible de ella Sin importar si hay cerveza de por medio
submitted by sebxgamerx to padresconderecho [link] [comments]


2020.10.23 12:43 sebxgamerx Se imaginan una pelea entre 2 karens 1 mendigo exigente y 2 policias que son maridos de las karens? Me paso algo parecido (Tag: Karens y medigos exigentes)

Antes de empezar quiero decirles que estoy en celular escribiendo esto y si quieren subir esta historia a yt lo pueden hacer sin problemas pero manden link del video por priv xd
PERSONAJES: K: Karen K2 Karen 2 ME: Mendigo Exigente P1: Policia 1 P2:Policia 2 Yo: Yo
EMPEZEMOOOOS
Un dia estaba normal en mi tienda favorita estaba comprando cosas importantes (Cerveza) y de pronto veo a alguien entrando a la tienda... Era el supervisor que vio que estaba pasando por que el dia anterior a ese habian entrado a robar pero no paso a mayores Despues de unos 2 minutos entro la karen se fue al lugar donde estan las cervezas y su hijo (que no aporto nada) se fue al lugar donde estan las sabeitas, cuando vi al niño ir alla dije en mi mente "Madres se me olvido ir por los cheetos de mi mama" Y me voy a la parte de las sabritas vi al niño agarrar una bolsa de doritos y hasta ahi, yo agarre mis cheetos y me fui a la fila a esperar vabe aclarar que ese dia estaba la tienda LLEEEEENISIMA de gente Lueho el mendigo exigente entro a la tienda ME Ve la fila y se mete enmedio de donde yo ewtoy para robarme el lugar luego yo la saco del lugar y digo señora espere en la fila ME: señor me puede dejar pasar es que voy al lugar de las cervezas En ese tiempo me senti mal porque literalmente la fila rodeaba vasi toda la tienda e incluso la parte de la cerveza yo me senti mal y le deje pasar para que vaya por su cerveza y ahi no paso nada 5 minutos despues Ya es mi turno y veo que me falta mi billetera, veo a la persona que tengo atras y es la karen Yo: Señora regreseme mi cartera (estaba 95% seguro que ella la agarro) K1: señor ya callese y deje de hacer desmadre yo solo estoy haviendobfila para irme Llega la karen2 de la fila K2: Hey que chingados estas haciendo! Yo: esperando a que la k1 me de mi billetera MR: Se mete a la fila y me da como 10 dolares (vivo en edtados unidos) Yo: Gracias! K1: Hey pendejobporque le das dinero a este imbecil de mierda? K2: Si marrano pendejk porque se lo das a ese idiota de mierda infeliz (refiriendose a mi ) ME: señora yo solo le di 10 dolares que tiene eso de malo? K1 y K2: PORQUE ###### LE DISTE 10 DOLARES ES MENOR DE EDAD CHAMACO PENDEJO MALCRIADO Gerente que estaba viendo las camaras:Se queda viendo y no hace nada Yo:Señora calmese tengo 20 y aparte el uncioq eu hace desmadre aqui es usted MD: Le roba las cosas que tiene karen en su bolsa de compras (La cerveza) MD: AHUEVO MAS CERVEZA (El ya se estaba llevando como 4 cartones de cerveza) Yo: Me vale madre K1: Le me un golpe a ME Y lo deja inconciente Yo: (En tono ya agresivo) Señora ya deje de hacer desmadre la unica pendeja aqui es usted K1: me suelta un golpe y lo esquivo Yo:Le pego a K1 y le pego en un lugar que la hace llorar como por 2 dias seguidos del dolor K2: TE TENGO GRABADO MALDITO DESGRACIADO DISTRUFA ESTAR EN LA CARCEL Yo: Señora, Yo tambien estoy grabando (Mi lentes tiene una mini camara que graba todoy en la
submitted by sebxgamerx to padresconderecho [link] [comments]


2020.10.23 04:07 calistralia What does r/hockey think of Andrei Vasilevskiy in the coming seasons and does he have more potential?

26 years old, still fairly young for a goalie and most likely hasn't peaked yet. I was just wondering because from a statistical perspective, Vasi had a .927% save percentage in 2019-20 playoffs with 25 games played. Not bad at all. What does everyone here think? from a goalie perspective any thoughts?
submitted by calistralia to hockey [link] [comments]


2020.10.22 05:47 viagracialisit Levitra è efficace nel trattamento della disfunzione erettile maschile

Levitra (vardenafil) rilassa i muscoli presenti nelle pareti dei vasi sanguigni e aumenta il flusso sanguigno verso particolari aree del corpo. Levitra è usato per trattare la disfunzione erettile (impotenza). Acquista Levitra Online Italia su: https://www.viagracialisonline.it/levitra-italia/
submitted by viagracialisit to u/viagracialisit [link] [comments]


2020.10.22 02:55 stuckpixel87 Porez za freelancere (Molim modove da ne obrisu temu iako sadrzi link ka peticiji)

Ljudi, sta se desava sa ovim?
Situacija deluje bas lose. Sta se nama freelancerima, kojih sigurno ima ovde, pise? Da li planirate da prijavite svoj porez? Da li ga obracunavate makar? Ili cekada da vidite ste ce da bude.

Knjigovodja koji je porodicni prijatelj mi je obracunao porez, okvirno, ovih dana cu dobiti tacnu cifru, i izaci ce me, za proslih skoro 5 godina, oko 6000 eura (a mozda i malo vise). Znam da se porez moze podeliti na 60 mesecnih rata, ali svakako i tada izadje mnogo. Po ovim uslovima mi se nikako ne isplati da radim preko neta vise, srecom, vec vise od godinu dana imam posao u firmi iz zemlje, ali opet to je cifra koja mi je sada upropastila kupovinu stana. A svakako ce mi biti svaki mesec zbog ovoga mnogo zategnutiji. Ako zbog korone nesto stane, moracu da nastavim da crncim preko neta, svaki dan u nedelji, bez odmora kako bih mogao da placam zaostali porez, odvajao pola svake plate za porez, i naravno platio sve dazbine i ostao na nekoj nuli, i eventualno imao sta da pojedem. O novoj odeci, obuci, ili bilo cemu van najosnovnijih stvari cu u tom slucaju moci samo da mastam. Ili to, ili da se vratim da zivim sa roditeljima i da pokusam da njima ni na jedan nacin ne zategnem budzet, iskreno, ne mogu da zamislim situaciju u kojoj bi me oni izdrzavali, jednostavno, mislim da nemam prava da im na taj nacin budem teret.

E sada, sta vi planirate da radite povodom ovoga? Sta mislite da ce se desiti

I iskreno, imam napade anksioznosti svakodnevno, sta ako nekim slucajem drzava, tj poreska uprava odbije tu podelu na rate koja je obecana? Sta se desava, da li cu da idem u zatvor zbog ovoga? Da li ce da dolaze da mi zaplenjuju stvari po stanu? Definitivno nemam dovoljno stvari za tu cifru? Da li ce da kuca u kojoj sam odrastao ide na dobos?

Ljudi, koji su vasi planovi oko ovoga? Sta je pametno uraditi. Ja nisam vise pametan i ne razmisljam vise smisleno. Svaki dan na poslu provodim kao zombi i ne spavam, samo mislim o ovome. Nikada nisam osetio ovakvu krizu, ovo je prvi put u zivotu da se osecam da sam u bezizlaznoj situaciji i da je moja egzistencija u pitanju.

Pravi se neka peticija na ovoj adresi https://peticije.kreni-promeni.org/petitions/ne-unistavajte-it , ima li od toga nesto?

Jel ima bilo kakve pozitive u svemu ovome? Dajte makar neku pozitivnu informaciju ili nesto sto ste culi da se makar malo smirim.

Hvala svima unapred.
submitted by stuckpixel87 to serbia [link] [comments]


2020.10.21 01:52 Mr_Midnight_Moon Here's my little set up at my new desk. Now I just need to get myself a Vasy pop.

Here's my little set up at my new desk. Now I just need to get myself a Vasy pop. submitted by Mr_Midnight_Moon to TampaBayLightning [link] [comments]


2020.10.20 15:48 L0gothetes What Makes a Warrior

Part 1
‘Take me in hand, o’Krverz, impart in me thy all which flows through my blood, thy resolve which steels my breathes, thy order which beats my heart, and thy virtue in mind, body and soul all thy own from birth to beyond, o’Krverz, Blood of Ilith. Lead me in hand, thy resolve be thine, thy order be thine, thy virtue in thy conduct, in thy value, thy vision, thy honor…’ My words quieting, hesitant, knelt before the altar among these dark stuffy confines, my sword offered before the statue of she above all others, to the founder, Ilith herself, the grasp upon my blade’s grip having tightened at even its mention. ‘Thy honor, all that ‘tis be thy own. Lead me, o’Krverz, Blood of Ilith, I beseech thee, thou be the pommel, balanced and just, thou be the grip, staunch and resolute, thou be the guard, steadfast and unyielding, thou be the blade, righteous and furious, all that I am, all that I wield be thine, so lead thy own, this I beseech of thee, o’Krverz, Blood of Ilith.’
“You see the Watching Sun on the guard of my sword, the red watching eye of the flag of our house, of our Crown and our people? Do you see it, son?” Father once said to me, knelt before me, the sword he wields shown held before my innocent eyes staring to it with awe and wonder, the Venkoja Rectitude, the blade with a brilliance unlike any other and power unparalleled through its magic enchanted runic inscription, вічний. “This is the sword of our house, our family, being both of the house of Venkoja and Champion of Ilith I wield our ancestral blade with virtue and honor, as a warrior. And one day you will too I believe.”
Standing up from before me, myself only five years old, he looked down to me, his stature, his demeanor, all powerful and magnificent to behold; yet his stoic strong expression shifted, his smile warm, loving, messing my hair he chuckled softly before turning from us. Myself the last he spoke to as began away from the estate where the others armored and stalwart awaited him, his last glance back to me as he grinned. “Don’t feel solemn, my son, no farewells need be said. Be glad and joyous, remember this blade, remember its honor, the honor of all those warriors who have carried it, and the honor I too shall bring it upon my return, my little Kivjak…”
But, Venkoja izb Ejydan dno Tundrica Hracto, Champion of Ilith and my father, never did.
In his time, my father was considered the greatest warrior of the Crown of Ilith; he was an honorable man, master of the way of the sword, a warrior idolized by peers and respected by foes alike. To watch him, standing tall and stout above me, the brawn of his arm and the strength of his form, immaculate and perfect. Yet it wasn’t his stature, a figure above any other, that I remember best. It was his warmth, his pleasant smile, his firm yet kind hand, the way his joyous laugh bellowed and roared and stupid witty quips that always brought a grin to his grizzled stoic and strong expression. A man truly without equal, the unreachable heights I looked up aspiring to be, the epitome I now must strive to overcome…
Why though?... Why did it have to turn out this way?... There were none better alive than him, so why do I need to surmount him now!?
It’s because I remember, in all my sorrow, how great my hatred’s inferno engulfed me, remembering how I was never again to see him, never again to look up to that stature, never see such aspiration, never hear his laugh, see his smile, feel the warmth of his love!... Remembering how I was never able to even say goodbye…
It’s because I remember, how I swore on the day, by the Blood of Ilith, I swore that I would have my vengeance, that I would right the smirch wrongly ascribed in my father’s memory, that I would reclaim the Venkoja Rectitude and in redeeming my father’s name, I would slay the great wyrm of Zenith Nembesany of the Uzretag Heights, the Root of Caelmar-Throne in Heaven!
Though ancestors had said that it rose from the underworld to reign among heavens, where it had come from is not known, from what land or depths of the liquid seas it infested and plagued no records nor accounts we could attain would know. Some say that it is among the first beings to have come into existence, others have suggested that it was born when the world first took shape, few even purpose that it had always existed and is a being even older than Caelmar itself. There are claims that say it is the souls of the dead manifest, a being only of death and end. Others insist that it took form from the collision of the two greatest hurricanes to have ever been, a being of pure raw natural power. While there are even those that’ve suggested that it may be reincarnate Ilith herself come to reclaim her sovereignty, a pure idiotic concept and one without a single sane believer, no beast could hope to rival the power of Ilith herself.
Yet there is one thing we do know. For some time over a century now the Root of Caelmar-Throne in Heaven has reigned as tyrannt of the Zenith Nembesany, the highest summits of the Uzretag Heights, having slain not only my father, but numerous other brave warriors all met their end at hands of its reign of tyranny.
It has been 30 years since that day so long ago; if all had been as normal I may not be where I am today, I would have likely married by now, selected concubines of quality attributes, would likely have many children by now. But it wasn’t to be, my upbringing being far from normal.
After my father did not return from his quest, him and his comrades not returning to their entourage and attendants who felt their Communion distant silence unable to connect with their Commuters, there was held a great public funeral solemnity for not only the death of the then Champion of Ilith but the parting of a member of the House of Venkoja. I would not know for certain until some time after, but it was there that I first began to notice the judging eyes of my own household, my mother, my siblings and myself, all of us by mere association to my father were looked down upon. They didn’t mistreat us, regard unfairly nor degrade us, but we could see it in their stares, the way they looked toward us, all of their eyes saying the same. “You’re the boy of the Champion of Ilith who lost our Venkoja Rectitude dying in shame and disgrace.”
I hated it, I hated their eyes, especially because they weren’t wrong… My mother tried to move us forward, move past this pain, my siblings moving on to advance and expertise in different fields in service to the Crown of Ilith. But I couldn’t do the same, I couldn’t just forget their stares, couldn’t forget my oath that day, forget he ever was. And because of that my siblings distanced themselves from me the same.
My mother around to ensure I was well, but she couldn’t risk being too close for the sake of my siblings; my household, my siblings and my mother, all distanced themselves, all thinking my path foolish, a waste of my life, devoting it to a cause just to throw it away for petty revenge. They’d be right, that is, if I were not going to return alive.
It’d be over a month after my father’s funeral that a stranger would arrive at my family’s estate, someone I had never met before, merely apologizing for her absence and giving her condolences and best regards to my mother I looked to this figure, though not stout she was strong, aged and senior she stood tall and dignified, a stature not so unlike my fathers. Her glance aside to me as I watched her smirk for only a moment as she turned to depart, her armor glistening brillant in the sun’s reflection with each step, looking on just staring as she began away, away just like father had…
I ran out to stop her, stopping myself in front of her stride halting her advance, I fell to my knees and bowed my head. “Please! Teach me how to be a warrior!”
She didn’t hesitate to decline me outright, a solemn pit felt within my body as she stepped around me to continue, yet I wouldn’t merely accept being declined. I asked her, again and again, halting her advance each time, each time bowing myself as before, her rejections becoming more and more irate and annoyed by my persistence. Mother tried to stop me, but I wouldn’t give up, I escaped from her clutches, pleading before this warrior to take me under her, yet she was as stubborn and insistent as me. Following and continuing to beg before her it took me off the manse grounds, then the estate grounds, I continued to follow and beg before her from late in the morning to late in the evening, continuing to follow and plead her even as it took me from my family’s estate and far along the public roadway.
Tired and aching, my voice strained and limbs scraped up from the hard ground, I did not surrender as day began to turn to night, the red sky turning purple hues as the sun neared its dusk’s descent. Only then did this woman in armor, a complete stranger, stall her advance staring down upon my small kneeled bowing form, it was there she asked me this. “What makes a warrior?”
These were the first words she spoke to me of her own accord, a question I did not have an immediate answer to, yet recounting all that I knew, all that I was told and all that I saw from my father, only one thing came to mind. “Honor.”
“Like father like son, both giving the same stupid answer...” She replied stepping around my bowing figure, after hearing that I thought it was over, yet the clink of her armored footsteps soon stopped to my surprise. “Well, idiot boy, are you going to come with me to learn the answer?”
It was then, at only the age of six, that I was taken under the tutelage of my father’s mentor, and my own, Zeslurdga izb Ejydan dno Vurili Zvojerka.
Alongside her we traveled to the far south of Ilith, through the northern Vrokjta Wetlands, beyond the central Sivraban Woodlands, to her homeland of the Zeslurdga domain, then even further toward the southern border of Ilith along the Uzretag Heights. It was there, among the frigid extents of the mountain lowlands, that we came upon the place which would be my home for the next decade of my life, Fort Bephijer.
Yet known to me I was to be placed among the children to become a Magistrate of Virtue, at this time Zvojerka left me in their care. The brutal conditions were harsh and straining, my conditioning and training, I was only just able to keep up, only just able to do better than those seldom few who wouldn’t be able too. Yet it was because of this that I was consistently looked down upon, disparaged and degraded by the other children, then my betters.
I would show them, all who looked down on me, I would show each and everyone of them! The suffering I experienced, all that wrought writhing within me, the anguish my mind and soul endured, all of it made what I toil through now seem like nothing!
Though I may have begun behind the others, each stride I took, every step moved me further, as better as they began I had them beat in progression. After some years, with perseverance and exertion, my body and mind both motivated by more than the necessity to survive, I needed better, and so I would receive it. At the age of ten, Zvojerka would return to Fort Bephijer, and upon meeting me she would once again ask me if I wished to learn what makes one a warrior. Thus my tutelage as her student truly began.
The physical conditioning and mental fortifying was the same, in fact Zvojerka took no part in that training of mine at all, it was only in my martial training that I alongside only some few others would find ourselves put through Zvojerka’s cultivating in preparation to join the greatest among the Crown of Ilith, the Tourney of Honor.
Over the course of half of a decade being in training alongside those to become Magistrates of Virtue, only those who truly thrive above the best magically apt children the Crown of Ilith has may be eligible to have the chance to join the Tourney of Honor. The second half of that decade being spent in a modified training, less with a focus in sheer capable variety and ability of magic casting and with an even greater focus in martial prowess. At the end of this decade, those among the Tourney of Honor would still likely be bested by the vasy magical array of the Magistrates of Virtue. Yet where the Magistrates would finish their decade of intense training becoming members of the Jury of Virtue the training for those of the Tourney of Honor have only been half finished.
For a second decade those in training to join the Tourney of Honor travel with their tutor continuing not only their martial mastery but their magic capability. This done not only as they must learn to survive off of the land, but also as they’re tested and tried practically as well. The greatest difference between the two orders is that, though the Jury of Virtue do cover a wide variety of roles and tasks, the Magistrates deal primarily in the magical and the natural. The Tourney of Honor, other than being the House of Venkoja’s and the Prides’ bodyguards, specializes in the physical and the unnatural. All practical experience throughout the training to join the Tourney of Honor being against beasts and monstrosities, abominations and fiends, they are the combatants of all oddities and abnormalities that creep in the dark and stalk the night.
Only after two decades of training can one join the Tourney of Honor, swearing in Communion before the Krverz herself, any who do so with both their strong magical capability and their unrivaled martial prowess will then on be counted among the order of the greatest fighters in all Ilith. At the age of 26, I officially joined the ranks of the greatest of the Crown of Ilith, the Tourney of Honor.
My training under another’s tutelage complete I would continue on as is my duty and devote myself toward even greater mastery. At times alongside others, yet most times alone, facing great and terrible beasts, horrific monosities, all honing myself to even further heights facing against the terrors of the night.
There is intent in the name of our order, the Tourney of Honor, it is not that we face off against each other in combat, though such is not uncommon, but is because we compete against one another to acquire the greatest trophy, to fell the greatest monstrosity, its most prominent part the trophy proving our feat. It is by this means that we advance through the ranks, from Echasuet to Ichodsret, Honorables to Finest, from there up to the exclusive highest rank among the Tourney of Honor, Jchunsk, Hero. Yet there is one position even greater than the capacity limited Heroes of the Tourney, that being the rank that only the Krverz themselves can pass down to only one so above and beyond all else that they be only justly given the title of Pchansk, Champion of Ilith.
For thirty years this position has been empty, ever since my father died, none so far having been able to accomplish a triumph so great as to convince the Krverz of their place above all others among the Tourney of Honor. ‘There could be only one feat that she would be willing to accept…’
‘If only you could be here now, mentor…’ I whispered with a sigh, brushing off what little cobwebs and thin layer of dust had begun to coat her coffin among this dim dark candle lit mausoleum. ‘I don’t think you’d want to go through the effort of what I am to attempt anyway, not at your age, granny…’
“No magic, you know I could barely use the crap anyway, only quarterstaff against quarterstaff, that’s it.” Zvojerka said to my surprise, these being the first words she said to me after suddenly asking for the two of us to meet after I officially had joined the Tourney of Honor. “I won’t go easy on you, and I don’t think you’d expect me too either, you’re a tough, stubborn fool, idiot boy.”
“Mentor, what is this about?” I asked confused as to what she was intending as she threw me a wooden quarterstaff with a scoff looking annoyed at me. “I won’t pretend like I know what you’re talking about like I used too, granny.”
“Keep calling me that and you’ll really be regretting those words when I whoop your ass!...” She retorted sharply before quieting as she looked to herself for a moment, clicking her tongue in irritation at the sight of herself. “Still, you’re not wrong... I’m a geezer, Kivjak, sure maybe I’ve got a good half decade of prowess on the field left in me but… I’m old, and I’m tired, Kivjak, before I even knew it my husband passed along without me, now I’m here alone… I just want to rest, spend some time in one place for a while, use my body while I still can before I reach my end years. I’ve been in the Tourney for long enough, I’m 131, I just want to do something different for my last years while I’m still able to…”
“Body getting cold already, granny?...” I joked to her sharp grimace only to huff a chuckle from a momentary grin. “You don’t need to justify it to me, you do whatever you damn well please anyway, I might think you’d started going senile… You know, you only ever need to ask of me, mentor.”
“Well that’s news to me, last I knew the only thing that could rouse you is a kick in the rear end!...” She insisted laughing to herself to the roll of my eyes, things truly aren’t how they used to be. “I know you would, Kivjak, I know you would… Long ago, I had asked you what makes a warrior…”
“I never gave you an answer...” Zvojerka replied taking her stance, exhaling quietly she stared to me with cutting fierce grit, eyes which once as a student under her sent shivers down my spine, now only doing so for another reason entirely. “Come then, Kivjak, earn your answer!”
I carried the Burden ever since that day, her steel halberd, a magic weapon capable of inflicting physical damage against those normally invulnerable or resistant to it, it is a strong weapon yet also far heavier than normal and slightly unwieldy. However its cumbersome nature had always been used to her advantage, Zvojerka perfecting its use, a true master of her art.
However what she didn’t have for me was a real answer, not my answer, but her own she said. “It isn’t something any other can tell you, Kivjak, only you can ever find the answer you’re looking for, something that with your own eyes, only you will ever be able to see clearly...”
I’ll find it there, among their highest extents, the Uzretag Heights reaching for the light gleaming from beyond above the clouds, upon their summits, Zenith Nembesany. Its throne may be residing in the heavens, but I will bring it back down and bury it into the ground where the roots belong!
Part 2
submitted by L0gothetes to createthisworld [link] [comments]


2020.10.20 03:46 BitC0nceited Already need a break

Started off like 4-1 going into rivals ended up like 8-2 after 10 games. Thought I was doing pretty good, then something switched.. idk if its vasi in net or that I activated spark synergy (which lowered my 4th line).
Just tend to get frustrated and need to get back to the basics. Or wait for these cross creases to get patched. Like I play in a 6s league as a RD and I know how to cover the back door, but it just keeps going through me.
I know yall are having issues with cross creases, just needed to vent.. that is all, thank you lol
submitted by BitC0nceited to NHLHUT [link] [comments]


2020.10.18 14:43 AjDiPerri96 Simple goalie question:

Can’t seem to find a slightly competent tendy. thanks in advance.
Price or Vasi?
View Poll
submitted by AjDiPerri96 to NHLHUT [link] [comments]


2020.10.16 23:16 Airkoryo_ Vincent Lecavalier with Andrei & Alexei Vasilevsky (source: Vasy’s dad IG)

submitted by Airkoryo_ to hockey [link] [comments]


2020.10.16 15:57 EasyYawl Vincent Lecavalier with Andrei & Alexei Vasilevsky (source: Vasy’s dad IG)

Vincent Lecavalier with Andrei & Alexei Vasilevsky (source: Vasy’s dad IG) submitted by EasyYawl to TampaBayLightning [link] [comments]


2020.10.14 01:01 radikalsweeps Daniel Espinosa’s Morbius comes out in 2021 and our very own Jon Ekstrand did the thrilling score. FAM’s founder and agent Vasi Vangelos got a first listen at the scoring session at Sony Pictures.

Daniel Espinosa’s Morbius comes out in 2021 and our very own Jon Ekstrand did the thrilling score. FAM’s founder and agent Vasi Vangelos got a first listen at the scoring session at Sony Pictures. submitted by radikalsweeps to MarvelStudiosSpoilers [link] [comments]


2020.10.12 21:03 lullabriee If you disappeared today (or in the last week) what actions have you done that might be thought of as ‘clues’ in your disappearance

If you went missing today (or in the last week), what actions have you done that may be thought of as a ‘clue’ in your disappearance?
I know there have been threads like this one before, but there hasn’t been a recent one in a while (that I’ve seen) and since I always miss them, I decided to post one myself. I’m sorry if this isn’t allowed here! I know it isn’t technically a “mystery.” But I’m really interested to see your replies! Usually when someone disappears people become so hyper focused on the persons actions and mindset beforehand and the “clues” that are left behind can sometimes lead to clues or red herrings that might not have anything to do with that person’s disappearance whatsoever.
There’s hundred of cases on here which this definitely applies to. A huge example is The Disappearance of Maura Murray
Her disappearance is full of rabbit holes and red herrings that go down many different theories of what could of happened to Maura, some theories being wilder than others. An example of a red herring in Maura’s disappearance is the rag in the tailpipe and the hit and run of Petri Vasi. There is a theory was the one responsible for the hit and run and this is reason she broke down crying that night.
Maura’s behaviour in the weeks leading up to her disappearance and her actions on the day of her disappearance is the type of thing I’m looking for in replies. I’m really interested to see what some of your “clues” are!
submitted by lullabriee to UnresolvedMysteries [link] [comments]


2020.10.12 14:17 Creepy_Ad4124 VasyERP - Online GST Billing and Accounting Software with POS in India

VasyERP is a Leading Online GST Billing and Accounting Software for SMEs, Retailers & Manufacturers.
6000+ Happy Clients in India. Smart POS, Bar-code System, GST Reports, Self kiosk, and Many More...

Make your Business EASY with VASY, specially designed for Indian Business models to make them more digital.
Vasy is an easy cloud accounting application designed to help small & medium enterprise owners to get organized and get paid.
Since it's a hosted accounting service, you can access your business data everywhere - on a mobile device or desktop computer - and your data is secure and backed up for you.
vasyerp
submitted by Creepy_Ad4124 to u/Creepy_Ad4124 [link] [comments]


2020.10.10 21:00 JayNo9 Some Unpopular Opinions...

I'm a born and raised Floridian. I've been here since the Lightning played their first game at the Expo Hall. I own more Lightning jerseys than I do suits. I tell you these things to soften the incoming blows...
I'm certain some folks will agree and some folks will disagree. But I just got my Stanley Cup Champions hat in the mail, I'm going to go back in it's glow and continue to root for my team in whatever shape it ends up in for next year.

GoBolts⚡

submitted by JayNo9 to TampaBayLightning [link] [comments]


2020.10.10 06:43 Vuk_Djuraskovic2107 Kafa u Srbiji

Zdravo svima, vec nekih godinu dana pijem kafu sa malim prekidima, pa rekoh da vas pitam koja je najjaca kafa? Ja sam od pocetka septembra prosle godine pio Cafe Kaficu jer je i moja mama pila sve do negde Jula, onda sam mnogo cesce krenuo da pijem Grand. Bonito nam je neko bio kupio za slavu, goru kafu u zivotu nisam pio. Isto sam pio i C, ali mi je Grand super za sad. Pa koju su vasi predlozi.
Edit: hvala za nagradu.
submitted by Vuk_Djuraskovic2107 to serbia [link] [comments]


2020.10.09 19:22 LightningMemes I think vasy kinda powerful

I think vasy kinda powerful submitted by LightningMemes to TampaBayLightning [link] [comments]


2020.10.05 17:52 2_33_ Laptop won't work after updating windows to 2004

I got this error after restarting the laptop after updating.
Now I am in this screen. What should I do?
submitted by 2_33_ to techsupport [link] [comments]


2020.10.03 06:23 hirzilla Vasi trafi - 174 km/h 90 helyett, gyors volt a büntetés is

Vasi trafi - 174 km/h 90 helyett, gyors volt a büntetés is submitted by hirzilla to u/hirzilla [link] [comments]


2020.10.02 16:54 hirzilla György István: Kétmilliárdos kormánytámogatással felújítják a vasi megyeházát

submitted by hirzilla to u/hirzilla [link] [comments]


2020.10.02 01:54 mekatz0331 Vasi!

Vasi! submitted by mekatz0331 to hockeygoalies [link] [comments]