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Now that it is less than 47 hours until the deadline, I'd like to mention something important: All applications that don't have the withdrawn status by then will be taken into account when I am assembling the adventuring party. Thus I am going to assume that everyone who is still applying is indeed willing to join to the campaign within the terms described in the advertisement. (In case there is some applicant with whom you definitely do not want to be in the same game, PM me.)
-- DM
So, today is the first day of my vacation, and I've got the (*^#(&#%(*^(*&%*($^(*&#)&*%)&#(*^@%*%&)#( Flu.
El'lynsyn, however, is a little hungry, and chomping at the bit to kill him some dark Cousins.
Captain of none, vassal to none,
I am, as I have always been, my own master. -- FamnDool
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Sydney Rose
Name Sydney Rose
Race Human
Alignment Chaotic Good
Patron Deity Tymora
Class Fighter [Champion] [She learns to fight.. or dies.]
Background Noble
The common folk love me for my kindness and generosity.
Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.
Ideal I must prove I can handle myself without the coddling of my family.
Bond The common folk must see me as a hero of the people.
Flaw By my words and actions, I often bring shame to my family.
Appearance Sydney is a beautiful young woman who has everything going for her in the world. She has light blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a fair skin complexion that is just lightly kissed by the sun. Her body is only somewhat curvy and lacks any true, hardened muscle, but her mother continually makes remarks that she will "grow into a woman's body" in a few years.
Personality Sydney addresses everyone as equals and friends. She is caring, supportive, and believes in making things right even in the worst of situations. She is a bit meek, however, and tends to shy away from confrontation and heated arguments. Given that she has had servants take care of her most of her life, Sydney is clueless when it comes to most mundane tasks and marvels at how certain mechanisms work.
Motivation Before becoming a prisoner of the Drow, Sydney wanted to grow up to become a strong political leader, fighting for the common people and making the world a better place. After becoming a prisoner of the Drow, Sydney only wants to survive in order to see her family again.
Sydney was born into a wealthy, noble family in Waterdeep. The Rose family had bought their way into nobility, she had learned growing up, several centuries ago. One of the founding members of the Rose family had stumbled upon a large collection of gemstones buried deep in a mine. Over time, the mine was cleared and the stones were eventually sold off, netting the man who discovered it a vast fortune. Heirs were produced and a long line of Roses came to be; not true royalty, but royalty earned through smart business endeavors and a large family inheritance.
Oddly, Sydney was born a twin, a feat the Rose family had not seen in decades. Sydney's twin sister was Sarena, and was Sydney's polar opposite in nearly every way. Where Sydney was timid and quiet, Sarena was fierce and opinionated. Sydney regarded the common folk as equals while Sarena viewed them as servants and "lesser" beings. Sarena even undertook private sword lessons while Sydney was learning how to become a lady in order to attract a wealthy husband. Still, despite their differences, Sydney loved her twin sister and, though she would never admit it, Sarena loved her back.
Role-Playing Sample
Sydney sighed quietly as she watched the sun dip beyond the horizon. She dared a glance to her left to find her mother shooting her a stern look; Sydney had sighed at least three times in the past half hour due to sheer boredom and exhaustion. Her family had gone on a tenday vacation to one of her father's friend's newly-built castles, though Sydney knew it was all a ploy for her to meet a potential husband as soon as she was personally greeted by a bachelor Half-Elf nearly twice her age. The man was nice, she could not deny that claim, but the age difference bothered Sydney to the point that she could not shake his age from her mind.
"Ronoldo fancies you," her mother had said in the carriage as soon as the family was heading home. "He wishes to marry you. Your father and I approve. He is a well-traveled man who owns quite a bit of land."
But that conversation had gone nowhere after Sydney dodged most of the important questions her parents threw at her. With the sun setting and Waterdeep still over a day's travel away, Sydney knew that she would have to come up with a solid excuse as to why she did not want to marry a forty year old Half-Elf with a pot belly.
Camp was made once the road became too dangerous to travel. Sydney was given her own tent to sleep in alongside her own personal guard. After settling in for the night, Sydney found her mind racing and could not rest no matter what she tried. Frustrated, Sydney decided to sit outside and stare at the stars. Her guard had fallen asleep, so Sydney sat alone under a poorly-kept campfire's light.
An hour passed and Sydney spotted a solid-white butterfly fluttering in the trees just outside of camp. Curiosity getting the better of her, Sydney crept through the camp and followed the butterfly into the woods. Time seemed to have escaped Sydney as she attempted to capture the beautiful, mesmerizing butterfly before her sight, and she found herself deep enough into the woods that she had lost sense of where her camp was located.
Without warning, Sydney felt a prick in her upper arm. She moved to grab at her arm but found it completely numb and unresponsive. Sydney called out for help before her legs wobbled and she fell forward onto the soft earth. Quiet footsteps soon surrounded her, and Sydney could feel her body being lifted up before she fell unconscious.
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Thank you for considering me, even despite how late my application is! Inspiration struck at a late hour. I have worked the motivation, personality, and history sections together, I hope that is ok. It is kind of long, but I had to get the story out.
The Anguished Sage
Character Name: Tocryn Corvalys
Race : Forest Gnome
Class: Illusion Wizard
Patron Deity: Mystra
Description or Image:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Personality Trait(s):
- I am often somber because I have experienced great tragedy that I blame myself for.
- I am intensely hunting the perpetrator of my sorrow. I am driven to do good deeds for those in need in order to make up for my past mistakes.
Ideal(s): Good deeds done allow me to put to rest a name from my past. I believe that the universe is ordered and through magical means I can retrieve what I have lost."
Bond(s): "I am tied to the memory of my home and all of the people who died there. I cannot look to the future until I bury the past. I must find my sons. I am driven to find a way magically to rebuild what I have lost."
Flaw(s): "I am driven by a mixture of hatred, vengeance, and guilt. I have replaced a past addiction with an obsessive need to do good deeds, as well as find the ones responsible for my family's death."
Background: Sage. "I was well respected in my hometown for my knowledge. I spent much of my time on research and teaching."
Appearance: Tocryn is tall for a gnome, standing just a few inches short of 4 feet. He generally has several books on him at all times, which he keeps tucked into his broad brown belt. He generally wears a brown and green jacket with no cloak. On top of his head his hear is a chestnut brown and generally pulled back out of his face. His hair flows down his face into a large full beard, however he does not style or braid his beard as many gnomes do. Everything about Tocryn's appearance screams functionality over form.
Tocryn spent the first half of his life, before the fire that stole everything he knew, living a quiet village life. He was always interested in learning, and he made many trips to libraries, places of learning, and well known sages. He built up his own library, and quickly grew into the village sage and teacher of the small children. Fascinated with the interworking of magical properties and the world, he spent much of his time experimenting and attempting to learn magic.
Tocryn caught the eye of another gnome, Jesmyl, a young woman who was fascinated by his knowledge and his excitement for life. She quickly won his heart, and they began a life together. She bore two children, and they lived a happy idylic life.
Tocryn, however, wasn't content. He had a craving for more knowledge, and greater magical knowledge. He began working on a serum that would allow him to have greater focus and inspiration. Unfortunately for Tocryn, his area of expertise was not alchemy, and the serum he created, while partially successful, simulated the effects of a highly addictive drug.
Tocryn was able to keep his growing addiction to his self-made drug a secret for the most part. He would lock himself in his library for hours, spending the majority of his time there in a drug induced daze, his mind whirling through one crazed magical theory or another. Most of these ideas and theories quickly fell by the wayside as he spent less and less time working and more time lost in the daze of his drug.
And then the fateful day occurred.
IC:
Tocryn threw the tome across across the library, disgust written across his face. None of these old fools had any fresh ideas. If he wanted to advance magical theory and learn true magic, he was going to have to do it himself. There was just something he was missing that was keeping the true magic from him. He had learned bits and baubles, but nothing truly worthy of note. In one part of his mind he knew that his problem was simply a lack of focus, but he continued to convince himself that the problem was not enough inspiration. He needed to take a massive dose of his serum today, he needed a vision for something great.
Tocryn went to the window of his library and peeked out. It was early morning, his family would be just getting up and beginning to prepare to meet the day. Perhaps he should go and spend some time with them, something he had done little enough of as of late. But no, they always understood when he was working and not to be disturbed.
Tocryn pulled the heavy light-blocking shades down over the windows and locked the door with the deadbolt. He needed peace and quiet today. He went over to the brewing station and checked his serum. He was brewing up an especially large and potent batch today, this was the one that would get him over his block and allow him to access real magic. He didn't even notice the slight tremor in his hands as he carefully removed the source of heat from the liquid and placed it in a cooled box. Just a few more minutes.
Tocryn cleared off his desk and set out a few sheets of parchment and a charcoal stick. He arranged a few common magical components in easy to reach places, as well as the less common components he had acquired that he continued to hope he could find a use for. He would need to be ready when the idea came to him. He could feel it hiding inside of him, just needing the right stimulus to bring it out. He could almost feel it gripping his mind, a heavy weight sitting on top of him. He thought about little else lately other than his need to find an idea, his need to use his serum.
Tocryn closed his eyes in anticipation for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he was slightly perturbed to find his serum clenched in his hands. He must have blanked for a moment. A wave of need hit him and the small imprisoned rational part of his brain warned him that his need wasn't for a a magical theory or spell, but he was far too gone for that. Tocryn downed the serum and moved over to sit at his desk, and then he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of raw knowledge coursing through his veins.
Euphoria hit as Tocryn's consciousness began to travel down familiar pathways of mind expanding thought. He chased his great idea through a vast library of thoughts and knowledge, and he could feel some of it was too terrible for anyone to comprehend. A sudden pounding in his head accompanied a series of dull booms, the sound amplified by the drug surging through his body. Tocryn was torn momentarily from his visions, yet they raged unabated. Flashes of sight and sound broke through his haze intermittently, never quite stealing his attention from the drug but searing themselves in his memory in their partiality:
Pounding on the door of his library, indistinct yelling...
His heart beating, he followed his vision through a vast room, past shelf after shelf...
Screams, raised voices. A ground rumbling boom...
He crouched down, peeking past books filled with dark and malevolent dreams, catching a glimpse of what he sought...
Heat. Smoke. Tinkling glass as his windows break...
There it was. A book lay open on the floor, a single shaft of light illuminating it's dark pages. His drug befouled state allowed for no thought as to what evil might have placed it there...
Moving. Someone was screaming at him, words indistinct, dragging him towards the door.
He leapt from behind his bookshelf, skidding across the floor as he reached for the book. As soon as his fingers touched it he could feel himself being drawn into the pages, images of magical runes and spells surging through his mind...
Sunlight. Flashes of pain as he was dragged over broken glass and fire. He had a brief moment of clarity where he wished they had rescued some of his more important tomes and scrolls before...
His body spasmed as he felt his hand ripped from the book's ancient pages, a being of darkness and shadow flinging him away and crouching possessively over the grimoire. He grimaced in pure need and rage as his hand came up, tracing out one of the runes in his mind and frost formed around his fist before a shard of ice flew at the creature...
Dull pain as someone slapped his face. Jesmyl. Her face floated in his vision as she tried to wake him. So close to his goal, he swam away into his vision...
Lust and need curdled over his tongue as he scrambled across the ground on all fours, reaching out to pluck the book back from the frozen shade. As soon as his fingers touched the book he felt his mind open once again, arcane knowledge coursing through his mind, the future opening before him like the petals of a flower...
Piercing in his hand, as glass shards stuck out of his skin. His two boys, trying to pull their momma away from his mostly lifeless body...
He had the secret, the theories and magic flowing through his mind as time and magic opened up to him in a rainbow of lights and sounds. His hands lovingly caressed the book as he felt the magic coursing through his veins...
A dark figure stepping down off of a horse, naked sword in hand. Sword piercing through Jesmyl and cold burning as it pierces through her into him. Screams from his sons. He feebly tries to brush the binding threads of his vision away, his heart exploding in his chest, a frozen scream locked in his lungs by the drug still pounding in him...
He distantly felt pain and loss as the small rational part of his mind told him his world was burning down around him. He felt a tearing inside of his mind as he began to struggle against the bonds the drug had over him, the dark talons of need and infatuation it had driven into his mind. He felt split in two as his breaking heart battled against the sickness in his mind...
Darkness. Silence. Pain. His world had been stolen right in front of him and he had missed it, not lifted a finger. A finger. Adrenaline began to wash through him as he focused his emotions to force his rational mind to be present, to move the smallest muscle in his finger, to push through the drug fueled vision and just... MOVE!
Tocryn stood up after a period of time, cradling his wife's cold body in his arms. He stood, teetering, almost falling over for a few moments, still fighting the influence of his serum. Serum. Cold logic and pain began to wipe the delusion from his mind. He had manufactured his own addiction, and killed his wife because of it.
Grief bubbled up in his chest, and a series of long anguished screams burst forth from his mouth. Jesmyl was dead in his arms and he had been too high to do anything. She had died across his body, her blood and body likely protecting him from a similar fate.
Rage and guilt struck him like a physical blow and Jesmyl's body tumbled from his arms. He scrabbled across the ground like an animal, grasping a piece of jagged glass and staring at it for a moment. He did not deserve to live after his betrayal of his wife.
Two things stayed his hand. First, logic and rationality told him that he had not seen the bodies of his children yet. Second, small bits and pieces of magical theory and idea still blew around the broken emptiness in his mind, whispering words of dark hope. Magic could restore anything. He could find a way to bring her back.
Tocryn moved heavily through the gutted and still burning ruins of his library and home. He gathered the supplies he would need, scavenging what he needed from the burned buildings around his village. As he worked, his calculating mind automatically registered what he was too afraid to acknowledge, each and every burned or battered corpse of his friends and neighbors. He would never forget. Never ever forget.
OOC:
That night Tocryn scribed his first spells into a book. Afterwards he buried his wife and all 57 other dead bodies, and then gathered what he could to prepare his journey.
Before he left, Tocryn used a burning coal to burn the names of all of his family and friends into his own flesh. He harnessed the pain, using it to wall off his guilt and focus on his vengeance. He would find his sons, and he would find the ones responsible for this atrocity, and he would make them pay.
As Tocryn travelled, he stopped to help as many people as he could. Any time he felt that he had done enough for someone that a friend or neighbor could rest in peace, Tocryn would brand over a name on his skin.
RP Sample:
"Please, there is no need to thank me ma'am. It was good for me to help you. Please, tell your son to be more careful next time. Some old things are not safe to play with."
Tocryn bowed to the human woman, and then turned away to move back up the line of wagons. He walked quickly, trying to catch up to the second wagon to resume his habitual spot next to the driver, Geryl. Blessedly, Geryl was not one of those who felt the need to hear himself speak, so Tocryn and he got along well.
Was that enough? Have I freed my obligation to one of them? I may have saved the boy's life, but there are others here who could have done the same. As he walked, Tocryn continued to debate with himself if this most recent deed was enough or not. One of the other travelers in the caravan had a small boy who ran alongside the wagons and the boy had found a small coin next to an old weathered plinth set low into the ground beside the road. When the boy had fallen down in convulsions several hours later, His mother called for Tocryn to come back and help. He had arrived on the scene as quickly as possible and immediately had begun casting the necessary spells to identify what magic the boy was affected by. Wherever the coin was from, it had contained a fairly nasty possession charm that had allowed the demon occupying the coin to jump into the child. Once he forced the demon out of the boy, a quick spell had taken care of the small imp and allowed the boy to be free. Tocryn absent mindedly rubbed the pad of his thumb along the strange markings on the coin in his pocket. This would bear more study later.
"Break for eve camp! Break!"
The call went down the line of wagons like a salmon jumping downstream, each wagoneer briefly taking up the call to inform the wagon behind them, and so on. As the process of halting, circling, and unloading necessary supplies from the wagons began for the evening, Tocryn wandered off into the woods beside the road they traveled. He whistled up into the trees and held one wrist out. The open position on his wrist was quickly filled as Jes flew down from the tree and landed on the leather strap he kept over his wrist. He patted the owl's head softly and then transferred it to his shoulder carefully. "Good girl. Rest now. I will call when I have need of you." He snapped his first two fingers together twice and then thrust his pinky finger up towards the owl and felt her weight disappear as Tocryn opened a small portal and she stepped through into her roost, kept in a small alternate dimension.
He moved slowly through the woods, until he came upon what he was looking for. A small cave, no more than a crack in the side of a hill, opened up into a small secluded space. Tocryn checked it quickly before beginning to drag some underbrush and downed limbs inside for a fire. He spent some time building a hot fire and then he carefully removed a small strip of iron from his pouch. He laid the flat metal partially in the fire until it began to discolor from the heat.
Checking around himself one last time to make sure he was alone, Tocryn spoke the words that had become almost ritual to him by this point. He went through the list of names slowly, his voice hitching when he came to hers. Then he raised one hand above his head and intoned, [b]"hear me, Runda, my penance is done. My crimes toward you will never be paid but yet I have done what I can to atone. If we meet in the afterlife, may your vengeance be swift knowing I have done what I can."[b]
With a shaky hand, Tocryn reached down and took up the hot iron. His other hand pulled robes apart until Runda's name, carved low on his outer thigh, was visible, and then he pressed the iron down over the name. An involuntary moan of pain escaped through his clenched teeth, but he held the iron there until he was sure it had obliterated the name from his flesh. He laid back, dropping the strip of iron off to the side, and allowed the pain to consume his mind for a few moments. One more life that he felt he could remove from his conscience.
Throughout this, Tocryn failed to notice the eyes watching him through a clever screen in the back of the cave...
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Blaaargh!
Name: Zevlina Drassk
Gender/Race: Female/ Half-Drow
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Patron Deity: Kiaransalee
Class: Monk (The Long Death)
Background: Haunted One
Personality Trait 1: I think anyone who's nice to me is hiding evil intent.
Personality Trait 2: The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't do it.
Ideal: Retribution. The rich need to be shown what life and death are like in the gutters.
Bond: Something important was taken from me, and I aim to steal it back.
Flaw: I will never fully trust anyone other than myself.
Flaw: I'd rather kill someone in their sleep than fight fair.
Personality/Appearance: Zevlina commands attention when she sweeps into a room. Her Half-Drow heritage is plain to see as she makes no attempt to hide it. She has dusky skin, lighter than a full blood Dark Elf, but certainly darker than her sun worshipping kin. Her striking blue eyes are framed by the full mantle of stark white hair that falls down her shoulders to the small of her back. She is very well attired and it is obvious that she takes great pride in her appearance. In many respects she comes across as quite pleasant and even friendly. This is a ruse, as fools are disabused of this notion quickly, severely and usually quite permanently. Zevlina suffers no fools and she has inherited the drow proclivity for pain and pleasure in equal amounts.
Motivation: Freedom and revenge
Backstory: Zevlinsa was raised in the Dread Drow city of Menzoberranzan. By rights, as the mongrel daughter of a iblith woman captured during a surface raid on the Sword Coast, she should have been sacrificed immediately after birth. For reasons unknown, she was spared but the decision was anything but a mercy. She came of age in the wicked environs of the Dark Elf society watching as her mother was used as a reward for Drow warriors returning from deep patrols in the Underdark. Zevlinsa's capacity for hope was quickly extinguished in the soulless abyss that was Menzoberranzan. As she watched her mother slowly wither away from years of abuse, Zevlinsa found that she did not feel pity for her. No, it was instead anger that boiled to the surface. Anger that her mother accepted her fate. Anger that her mother never once, not even once, tried to escape her chains! Eventually the anger festered into true hate. She hated the weakness inherent in her mother and she was petrified that the weakness might exist in her as well. With the death of her mother, Zevlinsa was plunged into the unending wickedness of the city of Lloth. She survived by her wits or blade, alone, in the festering decrepitude that was the Stenchstreets. The torture and horrors that were visited upon the dobluth defied description.
Zevlinsa escaped from menzoberranzan in quite mundane fashion, signing onto a trading caravan heading to the surface. Unfortunately the caravan never made it to the surface. Waylaid less than a days journey from the surface by a raid conducted by a rival Drow city, Zevlinsa sits imprisoned, seething in anger and despair.
Role-Playing Sample: What was your character doing before being captured by the drow?
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Thank you very much for the last minute applications. I am reading them now.
Applications are now closed! Will post my decision soon. Thanks for the many, many great ideas!
The drow have finally made their decision whom they want to take into the Underdark.
Before I am going to announce the misfortunate souls, however, let me say that I was overwhelmed by the vast number of outstanding applications. Had I the time of running two campaigns in parallel, I would immediately have selected twelve instead of six applications as all your proposed characters deserve to come to life.
Unfortunately, I don't have the time for DMing more than one campaign at the moment, so I had to make a tough choice. With so many excellent applications, it was impossible to rank the applications just by quality. So I took other factors into account as well. I wanted the mix of races, of genders, of personalities, and of classes both be somewhat balanced and refreshing. I wanted a few experienced players but also wanted to give newcomers a chance. At one point I even rolled dice to make a decision.
During the decision process, I contemplated very different party compositions, but at some point, I had to come to a conclusion. So if your character was not selected, please don't worry too much and, please, don't take it personally. With so many application, in the end, it was necessarily a bit a game of luck. I can emphasize with you about having put a ton of work into a character which you have started to love only to find out that I haven't selected you. What we can do is to ask in the Players-Seeking-Games thread whether there is another DM who likes to run Out of the Abyss. This DM could quickly assemble a great adventuring party from all those excellent applications I couldn't pick in the end.
To cut a long story short, here are the six characters that were captured by the drow and whose fate will be at the dark elves' mercy: Bormor, Brimley, Dorlamin, Katarina, Maylene, Nadidah. You six, please head to the game forum, take a look around and say hello in the OOC chat.
And to everyone: Thank you very much for these excellent applications and characters ideas indeed. It was a lot of fun to read through all these applications and to discuss them with you.
Applications have been re-opened
Advertisement The campaign has been running for over a year now. In the meantime, the characters, who started at first level, have reached level four. Four of the six players that were initially invited to the campaign are still active and regular posters since then. Together with a fifth player, who is already part of the group since almost a year now, the adventuring party currently consists of five characters. We would like to increase the party size to six. Therefore:
We are looking for one more player to join the current team.
If you are interested to join us in Out of the Abyss, great! Please check that the following points apply to you:
I have taken a look at the game forums and I like how the campaign has been role-played so far.
I have a great character concept that fits the existing party and I have fallen in love with it.
I have read the original announcement at the beginning of this thread and the house rules and I agree to them.
I understand that the campaign will still take several years of real-time before it is over. My life is stable so that it is likely that I will be able to be part of this campaign until its very end.
I am normally able to post 5 times per week, not only now but also in a month and in a year.
I am a nice person and like to meet other nice persons.
I am able to distinguish between IC and OOC.
So these points are applicable to you? Wonderful! Please post your character application here. If you have already applied for this campaign when it was initially advertised, you can, of course, re-use your character concept.
The new deadline is: 19 May 2019, 3:00 p.m. UTC.
I will consider all applications posted here until then. Feel free to ask whatever you would like to know.
Wretched Rick
A Dragony Dragon's Dragon
DM, I'm interested in applying for that open spot. Just a couple questions: what thread do I roll my stats in? And: Am I rolling a character that begins at level 4?
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Originally Posted by Wretched Rick
We are using point-buy (27 points), so you don't have to roll for your stats. Hit points are maximum at first level and half the maximum (rounded up) at all other levels.
Indeed, you would start as a level 4 character (with standard equipment).
I should add that the group is currently heading to a duergar city in the Underdark, so the new character will be probably met there.
There are plenty of reasons why a member of a surface race could be found there.
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I made the mistake of playing the character I most wanted to play in Tower of the Newbie (I mean Mage?). I just translated it into a 4th lvl elven version of itself for this game.
I've looked through some game posts and REALLY appreciate the way this game is being RP'd. I WANT IN! I don't know if I'm supposed to say this, but I was referred by secretId. He's been a DM for me in the last few months and I'm excited at the prospect of being able to play beside him. Also, I JUST WANT IN! I've got a wood elf monk character for you to look at and I hope you like it. It was a conversion from a 1st level human, but I think I did it right. I'm more into RP than min/maxing (and that shows in my chosen Kensei weapons), but I don't ignore strategy/tactics - so I hope that will work out. You were a little unclear what you were looking for in an application, but I would be happy to provide more on request. Please let me know if you're looking for something else or have any questions. Just please keep in mind that I'm an intelligent player and I post daily, but never ghost. Just ask secretID if you want confirmation on that. I'm hoping you're not after a flamboyantly giant application, but everything - or links to everything - is here.
This link is to my first adventure following tower of the newbie and reflects my RP style somewhat. It is still ongoing, and I've lost some faith in it (as there's always something happening in someone's PL to keep it moving at a corpse dragging speed), but I haven't and won't ghost it. Since I'm a subscriber, I get an email notification that someone's posted 2 to 3 times a week (one person!).
https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...36#post8161036
Considering my character's background, there's lots of easy ways to incorporate him into the Duegar city - good and bad. BTW, I have the posting rate you're looking for and don't ghost on games.
http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=76989
Raised in a monastery from a toddler, Walker was given into the charge of Petri - a young monk who seemed to have trouble maintaining the quiet monastic lifestyle since puberty - in an attempt to settle him down and get him to embrace responsibility. Petri would take Walker on 2 to 3 day hiking trips through the mountains surrounding the monastery, which is how he developed his love of nature and travelling. He took so well to the arduous journeys at such a young age, Petri began calling him Walker, a moniker that was quickly embraced over his birth name: Erasmus. Walker too, had less trouble maintaining the quiet monastic discipline of life than Petri, but eventually gave into the wanderlust instilled in him after many years.
After leaving his monastery, he shared a camp with a fellow traveler his first night after reaching a major highway and they talked at the campfire long into the night. He was a cartographer and seemed to think Walker possessed all the necessary prerequisites for the profession - his love of travel, reading / writing and calligraphy skills, as well as his aptitude for spacial awareness his monk training had instilled in him. Walker was immediately taken with the idea and the cartographer sponsored his apprenticeship in the guild.
Since then, Walker has been travelling to any and every exotic place that he hears about.. He'd found that buying (or especially finding) and selling rare items was a great way to fund his travels, as map making had not yet proven financially lucrative.
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Bluejack
Overlord of Imagination
Whispering Lock (Lock), Tabaxi Rogue Swashbuckler
Name: Whispering Lock (Lock)
Race: Tabaxi
Patron Deity: Azul, the Tabaxi God of Rain and Water
Class: Rogue (Swashbuckler)
Background: Outlander/Slave
1. I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn kittens.
2. I'm always picking things up, absently fiddling with them, and sometimes accidentally breaking them.
Ideal: It is each person's responsibility to help others and help the tribe.
Bond:I will hurt the drow and duegar who have captured and enslaved me. I hate them intensely.
Flaw: My slavery has made me distrust authority and other underdark races.
Tabaxi Quirk:You miss your tropical home and complain endlessly about the freezing weather, even in summer.
Appearance: Lock is tall and stocky for a tabaxi. His strength has diminished during his time in the under dark, particularly in the Duergar city of Gracklstugh. He remains extremely nimble, even for his race. Lock paces like a tired panther after breathing in the fumes of the dark dwarven city. When he is not enslaved, Whispering Lock wears oiled studded leathers and high hard leather boots (tabaxi design with no soles). He is considered handsome by tabaxi standards with a dark black pelt and a shine to his fur. His markings are minimal, though he does have some grey whiskers and tuffs of hair near his ears. At this point, Lock has multiple scars along his back, and his left ring finger has been removed. Lock wields a rapier or short sword, and he wields a parrying dagger when able.
Personality: Once a lively tabaxi with a dry wit, the time in the Underdark has slowly worn down Lock. He was originally from Chult and displayed the curiosity and wonder that tabaxi often show. He left home with his friend Olma Dane, a mercenary of the Irregular Company from Phandalin and Neverwinter. The tabaxi became worldly and his eyes were opened even more to the splendors of Faerun. Since his capture first by the drow, and then after his trade to the duergar of Gracklstugh, Lock has become more sullen and fatalistic. He trusts very few people. He has learned to stay mostly quiet while suppressing his urges as a tabaxi. When he is with the very few people he trusts, Lock is loyal and supportive. He will take risks for those who have earned his trust.
Motivation: Lock is motivated by first his escape, and then vengeance upon the drow and duergar who have taken so much from him. He will seek to harm them to the best of his abilities. He is a strong swordsman and thief, and he will use those skills to fight the drow and duergar's influence on the surface world.
History: The Jungles of Chult: deadly to some, home for the Tabaxi. Whispering Lock was first Drops in the Cloth as a child. He collected the clean water from the rain catchers in the canopies of the jungle, and there he learned his love of the rain god, Azul. And it was good to love Azul, as the land of Chult was filled with rain and water. Most tabaxi hated it, but not Lock, he had learned to love the droplets. He was better at catching rain than many of the adults.
But eventually children grow to adults, and the Wandering was upon him. Lock was tasked with joining Olma Dane, the archeologist-ranger. They adventured together and were guides to the Lost City of Omu. They worked in Chult and formed a fast friendship. Olma taught Lock how to fight with a rapier, and Lock taught Olma how to survive int he Jungle of Chult. They stayed together until Olma was called back from exile and traveled to Neverwinter. Per his elders, Lock was tasked to join Olma.
Once there, Lock learned from Coin of the Irregulars how to pick locks, steal important documents or goods, and move quietly through city streets. Though he was always cold in Neverwinter, he had a purpose: serve the Dane family and the Irregulars as a mercenary for hire. He was happy with that. The Irregulars had principles, and they vetted their jobs carefully. They were all the good things the Zentarim were not.
On a mission along the Triboar Trail while fighting the Many Arrows Tribe of orcs, Lock was taken by a mysterious band. These drow captured the dashing swordsman and thief. They beat and scarred his back. They took him only half aware into the Underdark. The drowse sold him at Gracklstugh to a Duergar master named Gzi as a curio. His mind dulled, his muscle lost to poor food and smoke, Lock waited. He waited. And one day, his fortune turned.
Role-Playing Sample:
"Git up yah fur-ball!" Gzi was loud with the wake-up call and quick with the lash, so Lock rolled off his pile of dirty straw and stood at a crouch. The duergar master turned the key to the tabaxi's gilded cage. Whispering Lock was the highlight of the slaver's shop, a real curio from the surface. Very few duergar had ever seen a cat-man, and the reasonable condition of Lock was maintained only because of that. The rest of the slaves fared much worse.
The duergar shop in the Slaver's District of Gracklstugh was hot and smoky, as was the rest of this infernal city. Since Lock had come to the capital of the dark dwarves he hadn't complained once about the heat. It was very similar to Chult, really. But the smoke. The Smoke! Lock was constantly coughing and hacking upon gunk. If he didn't escape this place, he would be dead.
And maybe dead was better. Better than rotting away down here. No rain, no sky, no trees. Azul, please help me! The Tabaxi kept his face plain. He showed no teeth. Lock didn't snarl. His tail didn't sway or curl. He was an obedient slave, for now. But the time would come. He would look for it. The cage was easy. He could pick a lock with a claw easily, even with the skill these duergar showed with smithing. But then what? The punishment would be severe.
So he waited. And he bowed to Gzi. Then he helped to feed the slaves, or wash some of them. He even buried those that died. The tabaxi put each and every face into his mind. While he cared for them, he gave slight touches and hands of care. He could not save them yet. One day he would have his swords, or his rapier. And he would kill slavers, he would stop surfacers from being taken. He would kill many drow. Many.
"Yer done good today, mange cat." Gzi was a pimple of a duergar, small and crafty. How he survived had first been beyond the thief, but when the duergar had a bugbear remove one of Lock's fingers for insolence, he knew. No, not insolence, Lock had fiddled with a bauble and broken it. A porcelain pot. That was it. And Gzi was ruthless, Gzi held power. So today, the same as many other days, Lock was pushed into his heart. He hid there. Lock kept the slave safe. Even while the burly panther that was Lock died on the outside. Inside he was still strong. He was Lock.
"Be...ready..."
"That's right, mange cat. Be ready for whatever Gzi needs."
"Be...ready..."Oh yes, he would be ready. Lock was ready.
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Home city guide distance from jaipur
Being the capital of Rajasthan, Jaipur is well connected to many major cities within India and even international destinations via air, rail and by road. Below are summarized some notable and well calculated distances from Jaipur to other cities.
An ancient map of Jaipur showing its distance from other cities
Distance From Jaipur to Delhi
When traveling to Jaipur from Delhi, by road, the distance is about 265 km and it takes 4H 10M approximately to reach the premises. NH 8 connects Delhi to Jaipur and many other states as well.Cabs and Volvo buses are also available for Jaipur.
Jet Airways, Air India and Kingfisher operates daily flights from Delhi and also from Jaipur.
Trains from Delhi to Jaipur operates from 3 stations and Jammu Aii Exp runs on a daily basis.
Distance from Jaipur to Udaipur
Udaipur is 418 km away from Jaipur and it takes approximately 6 hours to reach by road.Volvo buses also run daily and the fare is Rs 260- Rs 300.Cabs and taxis are also available from Jaipur to Udaipur and return and charge an approximate of Rs 8000 to Rs 10000.
Udz Kurj Sup. is a train that runs daily from Jaipur and takes approximately 7-8 hours.
Udaipur also has its own airport and direct flights by Kingfisher are available.
Distance from Jaipur to Ajmer
Ajmer can be easily accessed from Jaipur by covering a distance of 134 km.Several express trains are available which take 2h30m to cover the distance. Buses are also available which charge Rs 50-100 per person. Also taxis can be hired at a rate of Rs 3000-4000 for a round trip.
Distance from Jaipur to Agra
Agra from Jaipur takes 4 hours to cover a distance of 232km. Kingfisher Airlines provide their service at economical rates and many express and super fast trains run on a daily basis from Jaipur. Aii sdah Express is one of the trains that run daily.
A charge of Rs 172 is charged by semi deluxe buses whereas a taxi would charge Rs7000 for a round trip.
Distance from Jaipur to Jaisalmer
The distance between Jaipur and Jaisalmer is 576km which can be covered by road in 9h 40m by buses at a rate of Rs 350 and taxis charge Rs11000 to Rs 16000 for a round trip.
Direct trains are also available and Bpl Ju Pass is one of the trains that run on a daily basis.
Besides this, Jaisalmer also has its own domestic airport but it is operational only from September to March.Jodhpur is the nearest airport for other options.
Distance from Jaipur to Ranthambore
A 2h40m drive from Jaipur takes you to Ranthambore. It is 157 km away and hmh Kota special train runs daily. Many other trains like ziyarat express, Jaipur Pune express also run but on specific days.
Distance from Jaipur to Mount Abu
Mount Abu is the only Hill station of Rajasthan and is at a distance of 475 km.Time by road is approximately 6h50m.
It is connected only through roadways since there are no rail-head and airport.Express and deluxe buses run daily and charge approx Rs.1300.
Taxi can also be booked for a round trip which costs around Rs9000 to 13000.
Distance from Jaipur to Bikaner
The overall distance between the two cities is 331 km and it takes 5 hours by car.
A direct bus from Jaipur to Bikaner is also available which takes approximately 6 hours and charge from Rs 170 to Rs 250.
Express trains like Jaipur Bikaner Intercity Express and Pratap express run on a daily basis.
Distance from Jaipur to Pushkar
Distance is 151km and the time by road is 2h30m.Pushkar is well connected to Jaipur by road and rail. A direct bus from Jaipur to Pushkar is available which takes 3 hours approximately and charge Rs 160 to Rs 220.
Since there is no direct train, the train from Jaipur to Ajmer train# 19656 can be taken to reach Ajmer junction and a taxi can be taken forward.
Distance from Jaipur to Ahmedabad
Road distance between the 2 cities is 676 km that would take approximately 9h20m.Buses are also available which cover a distance of 733km in 12h15m and charge approximately Rs 530.
Distance from Jaipur to Kota
Distance to Kota is 246 km which takes 4h40m to be covered by road.Kota is directly linked to railways and roadways where in express trains and express buses can be availed. The fare for a bus is around Rs 210.
Distance from Jaipur to Mumbai
Distance by road is 1087 km.
Trains from Jaipur to Mumbai depart from Jaipur main Station and arrive in Mumbai at 2 stations, Borivali and Mumbai central.
Direct flight from Jaipur to Mumbai are available on a daily basis and approximately 150 flights on this route.Spice Jet, Air India, Go Air and Jetlite are some of the flights that cover this route.
Distance from Jaipur to Sikar
Road distance between the two cities is 116km and it takes 1.5- 2 hrs to reach there.
Intercity express and passenger special trains runs daily from Jaipur.Bus fares depend on the quality of buses and range from Rs50 to Rs500.
There is no airport in Sikar.
Distance from Jaipur to Chandigarh
Driving distance from Jaipur to Chandigarh is 492km.The travel time is approximately 7h33m.
Buses between Jaipur and Chandigarh cover a distance of 675 km and take 10hrs to 12 hrs, the fare of which is minimum Rs516 and highest Rs1200.
Distance from Jaipur to Bharatpur
Road distance is 181 km.The travel time is 3h10m.Trains to Bharatpur depart from only Jaipur Station which are Ju Hwh Superfast, Bkn Hwh Superfast and Bkn Ghy Express.There is no airport in Bharatpur, but buses are available which take 4 hours and charge Rs 250 to rs 350.
Cabs may charge Rs3500 to Rs 6000 for a round trip.
Distance from Jaipur to Bhilwara
Driving Distance from Jaipur to Bhilwara is 250km. The total time travel is approximately 3h30m.Jaipur-Udaipur express, Khajuraho Udaipur express and Ananya express are trains that run almost daily.
Bus services that run between the two cities cover a distance of 287km at a rate of Rs.211 and over a time of 4h40m.
Distance from Jaipur to Salasar
The road distance between Salasar to Jaipur is 174km.There are no direct rooms between Salasar and Jaipur. The best way is to take a cab or taxi from Salasar to Kuchaman and then Bkn Jp intercity from Kuchaman to Jaipur.
The driving distance from Ranthambore to Jaipur is 148km and the travel time is 2hour 35min.Distance by Rail from Jaipur to Ranthambore is 132km.The cab fare may vary from Rs2500 to 3500 for a round trip.
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import boto
from aws_admin import AWSAdmin
from utils import info, error, prompt, data

class S3Admin(AWSAdmin):

    def __init__(self):
        AWSAdmin.__init__(self)
        self.conn = boto.connect_s3()
        self.bucket = None

    def __repr__(self):
        return "s3 | %s | %s" % (prompt(self.region),
                                 data(self.bucket or 'all instances')
                                 )

    def do_switch_region(self, ignored):
        print error("switching regions is not supported for s3")

    def do_ls(self, bucket_or_pattern=''):
        """
        Without arguments:
            - within the 'all buckets' context, list all available buckets
            - within a bucket's context, list contents of bucket
        With arguments:
            - list all items matching the argument.
              The argument can be either bucket-name or a pattern of the form:
                [<bucket-name>/]prefix
        """
        if not bucket_or_pattern and not self.bucket:
            for bucket in self.conn.get_all_buckets():
                print bucket.name
        else:
            bucket_name = prefix = ''
            if self.bucket:
                bucket_name = self.bucket

            if bucket_or_pattern:
                if '/' in bucket_or_pattern:
                    bucket_name, prefix = bucket_or_pattern.split('/')
                elif bucket_name == '':
                    bucket_name = bucket_or_pattern
                else:
                    prefix = bucket_or_pattern

                for bucket in self.conn.get_all_buckets():
                    if bucket_name == bucket.name:
                        break
                else:
                    print error("No such bucket: %s" % info(bucket))

            bucket = self.conn.get_bucket(bucket_name)
            for item in bucket.list(prefix=prefix):
                print item.key

    def do_set_context(self, context=''):
        """ Set/Switch to a different context

        Besides the other available contexts (ie: those listed when you run
        `list_contexts`), you may provide an bucket name. If you provide a
        bucket name any subsequent commands which expect a bucket name would
        operate on this bucket (unless an argument is explicitly provided).
        """
        from botosh import available_contexts
        if context in available_contexts:
            self.instance_id = None
            super(S3Admin, self).do_set_context(context)
        else:
            for bucket in self.conn.get_all_buckets():
                if context == bucket.name:
                    self.bucket = bucket.name

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William Sutcliffe: It is immoral to ignore injustice, oppression and racism
Claire Allfree for MetroTuesday 16 Apr 2013 6:00 am
Author William Sutcliffe's new novel, The Wall, is about the West Bank (Picture: Metro)
The Jewish author talks about his new novel, which investigates Israel's treatment of Palestine
Your new novel, The Wall, about a boy who lives in a town next to a very large wall, is clearly about Israel and Palestine. Why did you want to write about this subject? The wall in the West Bank has troubled me for a long time. Then it struck me that a common trope in children's literature is the character who escapes through some kind of portal into a parallel, fantastical universe. I began to think that religious fundamentalists, such as the religious nationalist settlers in the West Bank, raise their children with utterly fantastical beliefs. In telling the story of a settler child who crosses from one side of the wall to the other, I realised that I could invert this fictional trope, with a narrative about a child raised in a world of fantasy who discovers a portal to reality.
Did you feel any trepidation about taking on this subject? I was extremely nervous. There is a large amount of pressure on British Jews like myself to keep quiet about negative opinions towards Israel. But I feel the most important lesson the history of the Jewish people has to teach is it is immoral to ignore injustice, oppression and racism. Blind, uncritical loyalty to any nation state, including Israel, is dangerous.
What was the benefit of using a youthful narrator? The children of people with extreme political views are in a very interesting position, particularly as they enter adolescence and begin to think for themselves. The choice between toeing the family line and choosing a more reasonable path must be extremely difficult.
Did you discover anything while researching the novel that affected your opinion about what is happening in Israel and Palestine? I took two separate research trips. The first was visiting all the main Palestinian towns in the West Bank. I later stayed with three settler families in the West Bank. Both trips taught me an enormous amount. However much you have read, seeing what a 46-year-long military occupation looks like is shocking and depressing.
The Wall is aimed at adults and younger people. Why? My model was Animal Farm, which comes across to young readers as a barnyard morality fable and to adults as a book about Stalinism. The most unusual thing about my book is it feels fantastical but is actually close to reportage. I have moved a few things in time and space but for the physical setting, I have made up almost nothing.
The Wall (Bloomsbury) is out now.
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This National Simplicity Day, here's how to live a simpler life


Baked Honey Mustard Chicken Breast with a touch of lemon, an absolutely delicious, low-carb and healthy meal for two. Serve it with broccoli spears or any other veggies of your choice. There is hardly any preparation needed, and you get some moist chicken breasts cooked in a super tasty honey mustard marinade.
Planning a romantic dinner or perhaps you want to impress your other half with a lovely cooked dinner? Nothing simpler, no fancy ingredients required, and the taste is out of this world.
January can be a tough month, pockets are kind of empty after all that Christmas shopping, still trying to get around that healthy eating resolution.
And on top of everything, the weather's miserable: short, dark days, and too cold. A night in sounds fantastic,doesn't it? Especially if you want to make it to pay day.I know, long way to go.
But this meal, apart from being insanely delicious, only costs about £6. You really can't beat that! So, cuddle up on the sofa and enjoy, you are in for a treat!
Looking for romantic meals for Valentine's Day?
Why not save this baked honey mustard chicken for Valentine's Day? It's the perfect recipe for a romantic meal, it looks posh and healthy too.
Plus, trust me, you will get you lots of praises. I don't know anyone who doesn't like chicken ( well, apart form people who choose a meat-free lifestyle).
I love chicken myself, as you can probably tell from the amount of chicken recipes l post. And even my husband liked the meal, and he's not really into eating meat of any kind.
Other chicken breast recipes that would be fantastic for Valentine's Day are my Baked Spinach-Stuffed Chicken Breast or the Chicken Kiev.
How do you make honey mustard chicken?
Right, as I promised, this recipe can't be any simpler. First, make sure the oven is pre-heated. It helps cook the chicken a lot quicker.
All you need to make the honey dijon mustard chicken marinade is to mix together the sauce ingredients, and that's it.
The sauce is runny, how to fix it?
Note! I found that the best way to keep the marinade from staying on chicken is to sprinkle it with paprika before adding the marinade.
Please see the right-hand size top photo above. It really does the trick, and the sauce is guaranteed to stay where it is supposed to stay rather than ending in the baking dish.
How long do I cook the honey mustard chicken for?
The chicken is ready in about 30-40 minutes. I usually cook it for longer, just to make sure it's cooked ok, undercook chicken is super bad, so I'd rather be on the safe side.
What temperature do I cook the chicken breast at?
The chicken should be cooked at 200 degree Celsius, or about 400 degrees Fahrenheit. The chicken breast will be beautifully moist, melting in your mouth.
And that's it, a super delicious chicken dinner recipe that never fails to impress.
If you've tried this LEMON HONEY MUSTARD CHICKEN BREAST or any other recipe on the blog then don't forget to rate the recipe and let me know how you got on in the comments below, I love hearing from you! You can also FOLLOW ME on FACEBOOK, and PINTEREST to see more delicious food and what I'm getting up to.
Baked Honey Mustard Chicken Breast with a touch of lemon, a delicious meal for two. Healthy, low-carb, perfect for Valentine's Day, if you are planning a romantic dinner.
Season the chicken breast with salt, pepper and paprika before adding the honey mustard marinade. The paprika will help the marinade stick to the chicken.
Add a few tablespoons of water to the baking dish half the way through cooking, this will ensure the chicken stays moist and the edges don't dry up.
I think the oven temp. is incorrect. Needs to be higher.
Hi Maggie! Thank you for your comment! I think it really depends on the type of oven and of course the size of the chicken. Too high the temperature might dry the chicken breast out, as there is no fat at all. With my oven l find that the 200 degrees Celsius works well with chicken breast and it keeps nice and moist. 45 minutes is really more than enough for the chicken to cook through at this temperature. I hope this helps.
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200 degrees Celsius is the equivalent of 400 degrees Fahrenheit.
Thank you for your comment, Lisa! You are right, probably the confusion was caused because of the difference between F and C. In Europe everything is set in Celsius, going forward l might list the temperature in Fahrenheit too, just to make it easier. Many thanks!
I think the confusion is because the oven temp is listed in Celsius and some of us are more used to Fahrenheit. 200 degrees Celsius is equal to 392 degrees Fahrenheit. There is an easily memorable formula for Celsius to Fahrenheit conversions: simply multiply the original figure by 9, divide by 5 and add 32. To convert the other way, just reverse the equation by subtracting 32, multiplying by 5 and dividing by 9.
Thank you, Sandi! Very usuful to know how to convert to Fahrenheit, l shall use it from now on to list both of them.
I haven't eaten any chicken recently, but when I do eat it, I love honey mustard on it! This sounds delicious– and your presentation is so pretty!
This does look perfect for Valentine's Day! I love cooking with Dijon mustard. It's so flavorful.
I love a good simple recipe. Especially one that sounds as Decadent as this. And lemon at the end… what a smart idea! Saving this recipe!!
I love the combination of mustard and chicken. I can't wait to try this particular recipe. I just have a quick question. Your recipe lists whole grain and dijon mustard, along with one tablespoon of honey. Would it be okay to just use three tablespoons of prepared honey mustard instead? I'm a huge fan of honey mustard, but I really don't like the taste of dijon. What are your thoughts?
Thank you for your comment, Byron. You can use any other type of mustard instead of dijon, l didn't quite like the taste either when l first tried it in England, as back home we mainly use a sweeter kind of mustard. The dijon adds a bit of sharpness to the chicken, but if you use a tad of lemon l think that should be ok anyway, so do use the prepared one, l hope you will like it.
I love the ease of this dish yet full of flavor. I love how the mustard and honey combine so beautifully to deliver such an attractive look. The lemon and broccoli are a nice contrast to the chicken. You are right, this would make a lovely Valentine's Day dish for that special person. Nice job.
I make a very similar recipe to this at least 3 times a month. Our family LOVES the flavor of the honey mustard sauce and chicken. I love to add thyme, rosemary or dill to it for extra flavor. Truly a favorite in our house, yum!
I love recipes that don't require a lot of ingredients but are packed with a ton of flavor. I can tell just by looking at this it definitely would be flavorful 🙂 And Dijon mustard is a favorite of mine to season with!
Your photos are absolutely stunning!! I love pairing honey mustard with chicken, its one of my favorite salad combinations too. The lemon juice is such a great idea to go with this recipe. I'm going to have to make this for dinner this week!
Thank you, Heather! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Love your plating style, some time it's very tough to get a shot with brown color food. Dijon mustard are very good with protein based food.
Thank you, very nice of you!
We love honey mustard chicken and have it often for dinner! Your version looks delicious and the photos are beautiful!
This chicken looks incredibly delicious and beautiful!! I never think of adding mustard to my chicken but definitely should. Love your recipe, touch of lemon.. oh yum!!
I like the combination of two kinds of mustard, to get the two textures, I assume, as well as two slightly different flavors. And it certainly does combine well with honey!
Honey mustard is one of my husband's favorite flavors, so I'll have to try this for him. I love how easy the recipe is – nice and hands off for those busy weeknights!
I love love love whole grain mustard, and honey mustard anything really… So this recipe is right up my alley! And you're right – perfect portions for a delicious night in for two. Wonderful recipe!
Your photos are just gorgeous! I love honey mustard but I think I have more experience with chicken nuggets being dipped in honey mustard sauce, lol. This sounds much healthier and honestly, way better!
WHOA. I wasn't even hungry when I open this page up – but now I want to lick the screen. The photos are GORGEOUS! which I guess makes sense, given your blog name… er. lol. Putting this on the list to make!
They say you eat with your eyes first and my eyes totally feasted on this delicious chicken! Looks so yummy!
Nice photos and a nice way to make chicken breast tasty!
Great recipe. But when my timer went off after 35 minutes and my chicken was still raw I was really confused. Then my husband and I realized you have the temp listed in celcicus. I would put a heads up in your article for people who are more used to Fahrenheit!
I am sorry about that, l will amend the recipe now. I hope you did enjoy the recipe after correcting the temperature.
I used this on tilapia and it was amazing!
Made this tonight – hubby and I loved it! So easy to make and delicious.
Thank you for your comment! I am glad you liked tge chicken, it's one of my favourite recipe.
So disappointed!!!! This recipe smells good as it's baking, but my chicken is super dry (even though it released juices in the pan), and none of the mustard sauce marinade stayed on the chicken. Ugh….here's to plan b. Need to fix this somehow so we can eat dinner!!!
I am sorry that you did not enjoy the recipe. This is by far my post popular recipe whic has been shared over 300k times across all social media channels, and an overwhelming number of people commented that the chicken turned out great. There could be a number of factors why the chicken turned out dry, like the size of the chicken breasts (the ones supermarkets sell in the UK are pretty large), the temperature of the oven, and how long you cooked it for, how much marinade went on the chicken. In my instructions l also mentioned adding water to the pan if needed to keep the edges moist. So perhaps if you could give me more details about all the above mentioned, l could get a better understanding what went wrong.I hope that helps.
Thank you for your comment. I decided to use both honey mustard sauce and marinade as I believe it depends how much time you have to prepare the chicken.If in a rush and need to get the meal ready quickly, just use the sauce straight away, otherwise, coat the chicken breasts with honey and mustard and refrigerate until you need it in the oven. It should keep well overnight. I hope this helps.
Yes – Thanks Daniela !
My husband is not a chicken person so I'm trying it with Ahi Tuna. Hopefully it turns out well!
Can you use something other than paprika?
You can omit it if you don't have it, that should not be a problem.
Thank you for your comment! Glad you liked the recipe!
I am glad you enjoyed it. Both chicken recipes are a big hit with us.
Yum!!! I've made this 3 or 4 times now in the past 2 months. The first time I didn't have any Dijon mustard so I substituted plain old yellow mustard. It's actually not bad! If you want a bit more 'zing' try the yellow mustard. But I make it with Dijon too. Just depends on my mood. Thank you for sharing!!!!
Thank you, Christine! That's a good idea, I shall try the yellow mustard too, it sounds delicious. I am glad you've enjoyed my recipe.
We just tried this recipe and are making it again so soon. It is a new family favourite!
Glad you liked it! It's a favourite of ours too.
Are these bone in breasts?
No, boneless, but the bone in chicken breasts would work too.
Do you cover it in the oven?
There is no need to cover it, it cooks well without.
I couldn't find plain whole grain mustard in my grocery store, all they had was horseradish & garlic, so I substituted it with coarse ground mustard. It worked wonderfully and is still a very nice looking fish. Thank you for sharing your recipe!


Moss is a single-player action-adventure puzzle game and new IP tailor-made for the VR platform. It takes classic components of a great game—such as compelling characters, gripping combat, and captivating world exploration—and combines them with the exciting opportunities of virtual reality. Throughout gameplay, players build an extraordinary alliance with Quill, the brave new hero. Players not only guide Quill on her journey but also reach into the world as their own character—their every action has an impact.


20 years prior to meeting Dr Tosenovsky Tony suffered from DVT with multiple pulmonary embolisms. As a man who did a lot of sport his life was affected by pain in his leg and swelling to his calf.
Blockages in his calf later travelled to his lungs and Tony was short of breath, a result of the clots in his lungs. He underwent a major operation in San Diego to remove the chronic clots and an Inferior Vena Cava (IVC) filter was put in place to help reduce the risk of pulmonary embolism by trapping large clots and preventing them from reaching the heart and lungs.
Three years prior to meeting Dr Tosenovsky Tony developed a severe leg ulcer that did not go away with treatment.


He ironed his pants to make the creases sharp. a crease in the paper tiny creases at the corners of his eyes Players from the opposing team may not enter the crease. The batsman moved out of the crease.
a neatly creased pair of pants The pages of the book were stained and creased. She looked up, her face creasing into a smile.
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With this knowledge Sarah approached WSCC's South Chichester County Local Committee Meeting on 29th March 2010 to ask whether Chichester could not follow in Portsmouth's footsteps and adopt slower speeds. Although Louise Goldsmith replied enthusiastically that she would put her bike on the train and go to Portsmouth and take a look for herself, this initial enthusiasm soon dried up and at the next committee meeting the idea was rejected.
However once the Chichester Observer kindly reported the proposal on their front page Google alert efficiently informed Rod King of 20's Plenty of Sarah's interest and a another budding 20's Plenty Campaign Group was born.
One of her fellow campaigners kindly alerted Sarah in due course of the newly instituted right of residents in West Sussex to petition the council. We found out that we would need 3,000 signatures in order to bring about a debate at county level.
Thus our petition was born and first launched at the Whyke Residents' Association AGM in May where Sarah spoke briefly to the organisation which she joined back in 1999 when she first moved to Chichester and helped with their Millenium Party and subsequent Summer Parties.
At ChiCycle's official launch in June there was a stall dedicated to 20's Plenty where more signatures were gathered. A local Chichester Resident who happens to work for Portsmouth City Council spoke about his experience of 20's Plenty being introduced in Portsmouth at the launch event. At the first meeting of the Chichester Cycle Forum in July many local residents called for 20's Plenty.
In September Sarah and some very committed supporters turfed over a car parking space in Northgate Car Park as part of In Town without My Car Day and used the space to gather 300 signatures for 20's Plenty. This was an incredible achievement from a small group of people who committed their time and energy to engaging with members of the public and asking them how they thought we should share our streets between motor vehicules, pedestrians and cyclists. An overwhelming majority of people supported the petition and some residents from Portsmouth commented how lucky they had been to have councillors who responded to the ordinary person's desire to live in safer streets.
Sarah also organised a ride for 10-10-10 and asked City, District and County Councillors to sign up to 20's Plenty.
The Chichester Society printed a petition form and a small article on 20's Plenty in their quarterly newsletter.


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A TRUE STORY OF LOVE, JEALOUSY AND MURDER
by Carlton Stowers ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 1, 1994
An intricate account of a brutal 1983 murder and the ten-year pursuit of the killer, and the jealous woman who put the price on the victim's head. Edgar Award winner Stowers (Innocence Lost, 1990, etc.) has re-created the history of a murder-for-hire in the prosperous Dallas suburbs. Initially baffled by the killing of Rozanne Gailiunas (which occurred in her bedroom, with her four-year-old son in the adjacent room), local police were unable to find enough evidence to indict either of the two most likely suspects: Gailiunas's estranged husband and her lover, Larry Aylor. The case remained dormant for two years until Aylor himself narrowly escaped an attempt on his life. The focus of the inquiry settled on Joy Aylor, Larry's wealthy and beautiful wife; and Detective Morris McGowan's painstaking efforts to bring her—and the killer she hired—to justice become the centerpiece of the book. The reader is introduced to Joy's deranged sister, whose sinister husband becomes a suspect; the sleazy petty criminals who were accused of the murder; and the drug-dealing lawyer who fell for Joy while knowing she was guilty. The cast is bewilderingly large, the digressions are numerous, and the action moves to Canada and Europe as Joy jumps bail and flees with a quarter of a million dollars. The story never really becomes a page-turner, however, as the tedium of real- life police work gets in the way of good storytelling. Potentially interesting personalities are shuffled in and out of the pages before they can develop. Fundamental questions about Joy Aylor's motives and character go unanswered, and McGowan never emerges as the compelling hero that this sort of narrative demands. Stowers succeeds at describing the breadth of an incredibly tangled murder mystery but seldom manages to find the depth. (16 pages of photos, not seen)
Pub Date: June 1, 1994
Publisher: Pocket
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 1994
Categories: TRUE CRIME
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by Carlton Stowers
SCREAM AT THE SKY
WITHIN THESE WALLS
by Rev. Carroll Pickett with Carlton Stowers
by Truman Capote ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 7, 1965
"There's got to be something wrong with somebody who'd do a thing like that." This is Perry Edward Smith, talking about himself. "Deal me out, baby...I'm a normal." This is Richard Eugene Hickock, talking about himself. They're as sick a pair as Leopold and Loeb and together they killed a mother, a father, a pretty 17-year-old and her brother, none of whom they'd seen before, in cold blood. A couple of days before they had bought a 100 foot rope to garrote them—enough for ten people if necessary. This small pogrom took place in Holcomb, Kansas, a lonesome town on a flat, limitless landscape: a depot, a store, a cafe, two filling stations, 270 inhabitants. The natives refer to it as "out there." It occurred in 1959 and Capote has spent five years, almost all of the time which has since elapsed, in following up this crime which made no sense, had no motive, left few clues—just a footprint and a remembered conversation. Capote's alternating dossier Shifts from the victims, the Clutter family, to the boy who had loved Nancy Clutter, and her best friend, to the neighbors, and to the recently paroled perpetrators: Perry, with a stunted child's legs and a changeling's face, and Dick, who had one squinting eye but a "smile that works." They had been cellmates at the Kansas State Penitentiary where another prisoner had told them about the Clutters—he'd hired out once on Mr. Clutter's farm and thought that Mr. Clutter was perhaps rich. And this is the lead which finally broke the case after Perry and Dick had drifted down to Mexico, back to the midwest, been seen in Kansas City, and were finally picked up in Las Vegas. The last, even more terrible chapters, deal with their confessions, the law man who wanted to see them hanged, back to back, the trial begun in 1960, the post-ponements of the execution, and finally the walk to "The Corner" and Perry's soft-spoken words—"It would be meaningless to apologize for what I did. Even inappropriate. But I do. I apologize." It's a magnificent job—this American tragedy—with the incomparable Capote touches throughout. There may never have been a perfect crime, but if there ever has been a perfect reconstruction of one, surely this must be it.
Review Posted Online: Oct. 10, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1965
More by Truman Capote
THE EARLY STORIES OF TRUMAN CAPOTE
by Truman Capote
PORTRAITS AND OBSERVATIONS
SUMMER CROSSING
The author brings the case for judicial redress before the court of public opinion.
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EXPOSING CORRUPTION IN THE DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE
by Sidney Powell ‧ RELEASE DATE: May 1, 2014
A former Justice Department lawyer, who now devotes her private practice to federal appeals, dissects some of the most politically contentious prosecutions of the last 15 years.
Powell assembles a stunning argument for the old adage, "nothing succeeds like failure," as she traces the careers of a group of prosecutors who were part of the Enron Task Force. The Supreme Court overturned their most dramatic court victories, and some were even accused of systematic prosecutorial misconduct. Yet former task force members such as Kathryn Ruemmler, Matthew Friedrich and Andrew Weissman continued to climb upward through the ranks and currently hold high positions in the Justice Department, FBI and even the White House. Powell took up the appeal of a Merrill Lynch employee who was convicted in one of the subsidiary Enron cases, fighting for six years to clear his name. The pattern of abuse she found was repeated in other cases brought by the task force. Prosecutors of the accounting firm Arthur Andersen pieced together parts of different statutes to concoct a crime and eliminated criminal intent from the jury instructions, which required the Supreme Court to reverse the Andersen conviction 9-0; the company was forcibly closed with the loss of 85,000 jobs. In the corruption trial of former Alaska Sen. Ted Stevens, a key witness was intimidated into presenting false testimony, and as in the Merrill Lynch case, the prosecutors concealed exculpatory evidence from the defense, a violation of due process under the Supreme court's 1963 Brady v. Maryland decision. Stevens' conviction, which led to a narrow loss in his 2008 re-election campaign and impacted the majority makeup of the Senate, seems to have been the straw that broke the camel's back; the presiding judge appointed a special prosecutor to investigate abuses. Confronted with the need to clean house as he came into office, writes Powell, Attorney General Eric Holder has yet to take action.
Pub Date: May 1, 2014
Publisher: Brown Books
Review Posted Online: April 29, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2014


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The ethical treatment of prisoners essay
Now, this is no longer accepted in our society. The article states that prisons were never intended to be mentally ill facilities, yet that is one their primary role today. The economic and physical sanctions have given way of imprisonment less depreciation in the liberty of parole and probation.
According to Mosser K, there are different theories that philosophers have come up with to explain the meaning of ethics. For these people must make moral decisions everyday.
Bridge point Education, Inc. Another 15 to 20 percent do require some form of psychiatric intervention while in prison.
This approach involves emotional feelings. A challenge for medical ethics. In the end the family made the decision to remove their love one from life support, and the deputy was behind a minor criminal matter the question is did he deserve to be treated less than a human being.
This fact alone places these individuals in a position of power, and without a personal and professional code of ethics to live by; this power could be taken out of context. Many class actions have been put in place about the inadequate of state prisons health-care system.
Regardless of which theories or ethical beliefs a person chooses to believe in they must follow the law or they could end up as a prisoner in the United States.
For the most part the whole world has a moral code on how people should behave themselves, and what is wrong and wright. The Eighth Amendment asserts that excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishment inflicted Davenport Mental disorder is more widely among people in prison that it is in the general population.
The deputy which outweighed the inmate by over pounds picked up the inmate and slammed him on his head onto a concrete floor multiple times until the inmate was unconscious. Doctors are confronting a new challenge in recent years, the prolonged solitary confinement of inmates with severe mental illness; this is a corrections practice that has become prevalent even knowing the psychological harm it can cause these inmates.
These theories have different approaches on how to handle the issue of ethical treatment of prisoners. In ethics a utilitarian may say that human beings should focus on the potential rules of an action and determine what would happen if e or she follows the rules.
Ethics as a form of intellectual inquiry does not provide answers to moral questions. Standards have been put in place to aid these issues and help the improvement of the treatment of prisoners. When it comes to the question about the ethical treatment of prisoners, researchers have come up with many answers, but have society done enough regarding the ethical treatment of prisoners or has society made their lives in prison to easy and because of this life in prison is no longer a punishment for inmates.
We all have heard stories of correction officers using their power of authority to abuse and psychologically harm the prisoner. This could lead to damage within the system, as well as out on the street. The ethical treatment of prisoners has for the most part improved.
The conditions of solitary confinement can make these prisoners more violent or in some instance provoke recurrence. In the beginning punishments for prisoners were considered a corporal punishment which was whipping, beheading, dismembering, torture or even death.
For these people must make moral decisions everyday. Health care in some of these prisons is very poor. This medical treatment should be done periodically thereafter, and it should include mental health screening.
If the crime is severe enough the individual may be deprived of their rights, freedom of movement, and sent to prison for a duration of time. The prison health did not meet standards on practices from HIV and diabetes therapy to timely distribution of medication to properly conducting mental health evaluations.
An article written in the American Bar Association, standard of treatment of prisoners, states that in Februarythe ABA House of Delegates approved a set of ABA criminal justice standards on treatment of prisoners. Societies are built upon those beliefs.
Business Some people believe the history of corrections shows continuous movement toward more humane treatment of prisoners as society has progressed.
Dissertation rub biologie vegetale nature vs nurture gender inequality essay persuasive songs speeches essays quote in english essays on different june us history regents thematic essay alloimmunization anti essays english useful expressions essay writing. According to an article which was written in the BJpsych by Dr.
According to Metzner and Fellner studies have shown that eight to 19 percent of prisoners have psychiatric disorders, this can result in a large functional disabilities.
The Jailhouse officials rush this inmate to the ospital in which he went into a coma, and eventually was placed on life support. This could lead to damage within the system, as well as out on the street.
Many modifications have been made to help accommodate inmates and try and maintain their human rights. Ethical Treatment of Prisoners BY MeltssaoT People in society today have rules, regulations, and guidelines to follow in order to maintain freedom, safety, structure, and self-discipline.
If any of these rules are broken, there are consequences to follow. Sep 25, · research on prisoners' dilemmas and social dilemmas shows that ethical behavior is more profitable and more rational than unethical behavior in terms of both the negative sanctions on unethical behavior when interactions with stakeholders are iterated, and the positive rewards of habitually ethical behavior.
Below is an essay on "Ethical Treatment of Prisoners" from Anti Essays, your source for research papers, essays, and term paper examples. The treatment of women and men that are inmates to the state's prison are treated in many different ways. Ethical Treatment of Prisoners Medical Facilities When it comes to prison medical facilities, there usually are not enough in prisons to accommodate the inmates.
It has been estimated that 95% of inmates received by the federal prison systems need immediate medical care for preexisting conditions (Alexander, ).
The Ethical Treatment of Prisoners Essay Words | 11 Pages A Utilitarian View of Prison Labor & Behavioral Impact of Prisoners INTRODUCTION The ethical theory of utilitarianism and the perspective on relativism, of prison labor along with the relativism on criminal behavior of individuals incarcerated are two issues that need to be addressed.
Evolving Perspectives On The Ethical Treatment Of Prisoners Words | 9 Pages. Ethical Treatment of Prisoners Figure 1 - Parwan Prison in Afghanistan (Wittet, ) Introduction The treatment of the prison population in the United States and around the world .
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After an early breakfast, check-out from the hotel and drive to Nubra Valley (10,000 ft) crossing Khardung-La Pass - the highest motorable road in the world at 18,380 ft. Nubra Valley is situated to the North of Ladakh between the Karakoram range and Ladakh range of the Himalayas. Check-in at the camp. Evening, visit the Sand Dunes. Here you can enjoy a camel ride on the Bactrian Camel which is known for its double hump (at own cost). If you like you can also attend a cultural show where the locals display their folk dance (at own cost). Return back to the camp for dinner. Overnight at Nubra Valley.
Wake up to a beautiful morning by the lake. After breakfast, explore the beauty of the lake by going for a walk. Later, check-out from the camp and drive back to Leh. Enroute to Leh, you will visit the famous Hemis Monastery. Rest of the day is free for leisure activities. Enjoy your dinner at the hotel. Overnight at Leh.


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Q: Sending email through a Google Apps account is working locally, but not on my web server Related:

Send Email via C# through Google Apps account

My question is the same so I implemented Koistya's solution as follows.  The heartbreak is that it works beautifully on my dev laptop but when ported to web server it times out with no explanation.
My SMTP config is in my web.config file.  I made mods based on Koistya's answer:
<mailSettings>
    **Changed**
      <smtp from="my@email.com">
        <network host="smtp.gmail.com" password="[password]" port="587"
          userName="my@email.com"/>
      </smtp>
    **Original**
      <!--<smtp from="my@email.com">
        <network host="mail.domain.com" password="[password]" port="25"
          userName="my@email.com"/>
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My .Net C# code (before & after removed):
  SmtpClient mSmtpClient = new SmtpClient();
  mSmtpClient.EnableSsl = true;
  mSmtpClient.Send(message);

As I said this works great on my dev environment but not on web.  Can anyone help? Thanks.

A: Your settings are correct.  We use gmail for sending mail all the time in our web apps.  Your server is probably blocking outgoing traffic on port 587. I would contact your host and see if they can help otherwise you will need new mail or a new host.

A: Thanks to everyone's help on this site as well as the Google apps forum (although I like this one better) I finally put together all the pieces of the puzzle.  For whatever reason port 465 and port 587 would not work.  This is what worked for me:
Web.config:
  <smtp from="pwretrieve@mydomain.com">
    <network host="smtp.gmail.com" password="[password]" port="25"
      userName="pwretrieve@mydomain.com"/>
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from the aspx.cs file:
SmtpClient mSmtpClient = new SmtpClient();
mSmtpClient.EnableSsl = true;

Thanks again!

A: I had the same problem for my form. My website is running on a Plesk control panel. All I did was to login to my panel and disable email hosting on my web server. After that my form started sending to a Google apps account. Try out what I did, I am sure you will get a difference.

A: Failing a response from your hosting company and if you have another server you could send test requests to, try requesting connections to other ports and see what happens.

A: Could be that the smtp client is not able to access the smtp server (might be disabled by the web host).
Ask the web host if they have a specific smtp server you should be using to send emails with.

A: If your webhost doesn't allow you to send outgoing SMTP mail from their servers, that would cause this problem. For example, GoDaddy only allows you to send outgoing mail through smtpout.secureserver.net from your server, so any attempt to send mail through another host (in this case, smtp.gmail.com) would fail. If your ISP does not block outgoing SMTP (like Qwest does not, for example), then that's why this would work locally.
Check the FAQ with your webhost to see what they have to say about it. Most hosting companies do allow outgoing SMTP, but limit it to a certain number of relays/day, to prevent accidental exploitation for spam forwarding.
You're correct that the MX record on your domain only affects incoming mail. When somebody tries to send mail to you@yourdomain.com, they hand it to an SMTP server (most likely, the one their ISP gives them), and then SMTP server looks up your MX record to see who handles your email. It will resolve to smtp.gmail.com, so that's who will get your mail, and you get it from them. When you send outgoing mail, it can go through anybody, since you only care about the MX record for the destination domain (where the mail will eventually end up).
Does that make sense? If you'd like some clarification, I can find some tutorials and other explanations to help make sense of it.

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As some of you may recall, I posted earlier this year a blog about the guilt I was feeling because my daughters had no dolls and were using bizarre things around the house as dolls. Well at Christmas the girls did very well in the doll department between us and other relatives they each received three dolls, that means we now have six dolls with accessories. I have discovered that my guilt was pointless, despite all her dolls Aly still prefers to play with the old diaper pail which she has named "Mango"(don't worry it has not been used in a long long time and has been sanitized). I would have to say she even spent more time playing with the diaper pail in the last week than she did before she had her doll options. This week was the first time she insisted that mango be tucked in to bed with her at night, and when I told her Mango was downstairs she promptly went down and lugged him all the way up the stairs by herself. The whole time saying, "Mango you are getting so big." The other day I was trying to clean up and went to move Mango upstairs only to be informed by Aly that Mango was in time out and needed to remain where he was. I was really hoping to Craigslist Mango right after Christmas, but I'm almost afraid if I do she will be traumatized since she always asks were Mango is. So for now the dolls sit in the closet and Mango enjoys a comfy place on Alys bed.
Too funny. I am so glad you have this all documented.
I loved your card. I am planning on sending you some chocolates, but only if you promise not to throw them away because your on a diet or something. (I'm still mad about those m&m's you threw out cause you couldn't control yourself.


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L'Aeroport Eugenio María de Hostos (IATA: MAZ, ICAO: TJMZ, FAA LID: MAZ) és un petit aeroport d'ús públic situat a tres milles nàutiques (6 km) al nord del districte central de negocis de la ciutat de Mayagüez, a Puerto Rico. L'aeroport porta el nom del cèlebre nadiu de Mayagüez Eugenio María de Hostos. Ofereix servei comercial limitat, subvencionat pel programa de servei aeri essencial. Segons els registres de la Federal Aviation Administration dels Estats Units, l'aeroport va tenir 4.636 embarcaments de passatgers l'any 2008, 4.386 embarcaments el 2009 i 4.466 el 2010.

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WE WANT MORE PAY demanded by hundreds of Ithaca teachers
Educators from several districts braved the cold to stand with Ithaca City School teachers on Monday.
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Despite the cold, an estimated 300 to 400 teachers demanding higher pay lined several blocks of Route 13 under a setting sun Monday afternoon protesting the Ithaca City School District's treatment of teachers in the midst of what has been called "impasse negotiation."
Educators from several districts waved signs in the air with slogans such as "honk if you support teachers" or "thank a teacher if you can read this sign" as rush hour traffic on the busy highway whizzed by, honking their approval for teachers who, for several years now, have been working without a contract.
Ithaca teachers plan march, rally Monday
Educators retired and active from multiple districts joined Ithaca's teachers on the line, with representatives coming from Horseheads, Lansing, Odessa-Montour and Enfield. Dora Leland, an educator from Horseheads, drove out after work to show solidarity with the district's employees, saying "what affects one of us affects us all."
"[Ithaca's] teachers have some of the lowest pay in the state," Leland said. "You should at least be able to feed a family."
Negotiations on a new contract have progressed somewhat in the past few months, according to teacher association president Adam Piasecki, however salary and compensation, which the union has stated is proportionally one of the lowest in the state, has become the main roadblock in making a deal between the district and its teachers.
"We're not asking for the world or a massive increase to the taxpayers, we're asking for central administration and the board of education to make a concerted effort toward allocating the funding so teachers are given a respected and competitive wage," Piasecki said. "We don't want to keep losing people, we want to recruit the best people we can. We have great schools and great teachers, but the turnover rate here is an issue and that can affect children as well."
One of the issues raised by the union related to the matter of retention. According to statistics compiled by the union, first-year teachers in Ithaca made less than teachers in 75 percent of other similar sized school districts. As tenures increase, so do the disparities, Piasecki said.
Health care is an issue as well, Piasecki said, adding that for more than 40 years, the district's teachers have paid a higher percentage of their salary toward the cost of insurance than teachers in most other districts.
"As a union, we're not asking for anything really different," Piasecki said. "What we're being asked to do is something unacceptable given the current situation of our salary. We've been sharing a large portion of the burden for a long time."