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At the Beginning
Adventure Arc - Arc 2
Wilderness Arc - Arc 3
Academy Arc - Arc 4
Previously on Leveling up the World…
Book 2 (start of the Adventure/City Arc) is available for pre-order!
 
A thin shimmering layer covered the sword once Dallion returned to the real world.it wasn’t the standard shimmering of an otherworlder, at least not entirely. There was a slight nuance to it, making it appear both to be part of this world, but also not.
“This what you wanted?” Dallion stood up.
Based on the intense emotions resonating from both Phoil and Raven, the answer was obvious. Even so, the black-haired noble had no desire to surrender a compliment.
“How many tries did it take you?” he asked.
“Two. Does it matter?”
“Not particularly.”
Internally, Dallion frowned. He’d learned to accept that nobles respected items, least of all.
“Alright, then. Now about your part of the deal? I need to be out before dark.”
“I’ll keep my word.” Raven pointed at the sword in a slow, dismissive fashion. That was more than enough for Phoil to pick up the weapon. Instead of heading outside, though, he went up the stairs to the private area of the building. “It’ll take me a bit to get my seal adjusted. Meet you at the door in half an hour?”
“Half an hour.” Dallion nodded. “See you there.”
This was the best deal he’d get, so there was no point in shaking the boat. He himself had something to pick up from his room.
Onda, did you get all that? Dallion asked as he went back into the corridor.
Well done, old man. One could almost near the nymph clapping. Lamer than me, but still cool.
What did I do wrong?
Nothing. Everything was perfect. The set up, the way you convinced the guardian, the selection of the material… It’s your logic that’s messed up. No, not exactly messed up, just too dependent on other things.
Hmm.
Keeping himself from running along the corridor, Dallion made his way to his room. The new feat he’d achieved filled him with more energy than was healthy. He tried getting rid of some of it by extending magic threads out of his hand—weaving them into a rope, as Katka had instructed—but that made him even more restless. Magic had a way to make its owner feel invincible, almost as if he’d drunk a bucket of energy drinks.
“Ruby, we’re heading outside.” Dallion pulled back the cluster of threads back into him, then took the aetherizer he kept hidden in a drawer with an invisibility symbol on it. “How do you feel about that?”
The shardfly stoically flew off the spot on the ceiling, taking its place on Dallion’s shoulder. For some reason, that reminded Dallion of Gleam.
Within seconds, the euphoria he had accumulated vanished without a trace. Was he capable of bringing the shardfly back? It had to be more complicated than opening a portal to the banished world. And even if it wasn’t, Dallion had no way of reaching that realm again.
“Tell me when you sense nearby illusions, okay?” Dallion said.
Okay. Ruby flocked his wings.
“And don’t get into any fights, even if I’m attacked. Got it?”
Dallion looked at his heavy gear. Considering what he would be facing, having his armadil shield and harpsisword would help. Unfortunately, he’d have to make do with his Nox dagger.
Less than a minute was necessary for Dallion to reach the main door of the building. Judging by the occasional look of disapproval he received from passing apprentices, it was safe to say that the glamor from the challenge was starting to wear off. And then there was the waiting. Every second dragged on. Unlike Dallion, Raven didn’t seem to be remotely in a hurry to get there.
Now you know what it feels like for guardians, Nil commented.
Precisely thirty minutes after he’d promised, Raven appeared, walking calmly down the corridor. Surprisingly, he wasn’t alone.
“Mage Tisaku?” Dallion asked.
The man didn’t seem at all pleased to be there. The fact that he was showed the pull Raven’s family had.
“Dallion,” the man acknowledged the other’s presence as he walked by, stopping right in front of the door. “Two hours,” he said, fingers drawing an intricate pattern faster than the human eye could see. A top level awakened would have trouble following the design. Unlike the standard spell, this was composed of a single pattern.
Purple light blended with the threads and symbols covering the door’s surface, melting them away.
“Try not to get in trouble. I don’t want to owe the White Eye favors.” The door opened.
“Yes, mage.” Dallion was the only one to answer.
Meanwhile, Raves passed by as if both of them were beneath him. The sad truth was that thanks to his father, they probably were.
From such an angle, the surroundings seemed a lot better than what Dallion had seen from the rooftop. That was to be expected; the mages had taken great care to cover all undesirable sights with illusions. If one didn’t know better, they would swear that the cluster of buildings surrounding the Learning Hall was pretty much the same as it always had been. Occasionally, there would be small signs that something was wrong—some magic symbols wouldn’t glow as bright, some streets would have a quarter of the people they were supposed to—but the illusion was close to perfect.
“Well, we’re out.” Raven looked at Dallion. “How what?”
“Now, I need to see a dwarf.”
After ten steps, Ruby mentioned that they were near an illusion. The spell was quite subtle, creating the impression that Dallion was walking along the same path. In a matter of minutes, he had reached his destination—the shop he had frequented so many times while outside.
That wasn’t remotely true. Discretely casting the spell that let him see through illusions, Dallion found that he’d reached an entirely new area. The level of the spell was beyond impressive; it had successfully created a false memory of the area and maintained it as reality, while in truth shardflies were destroying more and more of the surroundings.
A few steps from the shop, Dallion stopped. A small, quickly constructed building was in front of him. It was impossible to tell whether he’d find the same people on the inside, or the whole thing was nothing but a fake façade.
“Aren’t you going in there?” Raven asked.
“No.” Some things were better left uncertain. “I changed my mind. There’s somewhere else I need to be.”
Ignoring the noble’s comments, Dallion went back through illusion to the first place—the potion lab. The trip took slightly longer than Dallion remembered. To his surprise, the actual building was still there, mostly intact.
“You’re here to buy potions?” Raven crossed his arms. “I could have gotten you everything this third-rate place could make.”
“It’s not potions I’ve come for. Wait for me here, okay?”
The black-haired shrugged, then summoned a chair for him to sit in.
Reciting the names of the seven Moons, Dallion opened the door and stepped right in. The lab was in relatively good shape, if abandoned. Gone were the apprentices slaving away, as were most of their tools and material components.
Splitting into a dozen instances, Dallion went on. Every few seconds, he’d pause and split again, in case a flutter of shardflies came flying at him from somewhere. Thankfully, no such thing happened.
“Mage,” he said, as he approached the office of the lab’s owner. “Mage?” He entered.
The room was a lot smaller than he remembered. Seated on a rickety chair, slumped over a small old desk, was the mage. A strong stench of alcohol came filled the room, mixed in with tobacco smoke.
“Mage?”
“Mage no more,” the man said. His appearance was in worse shape than the room itself. One could only speculate how long it had taken him to reach such a wretched state, but it was more than a few weeks.
“The Academy rogued you?”
“Ha.” The man let out a sad laugh. “If they had rogued me, at least I’d have something. Now, I’m just a nobody that’s sentenced to remain here. I lost my reputation with this. All the conniving schemers that wanted to take me down had their chance. Everyone important wouldn’t speak to me, and anyone less important doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.” He pushed an empty glass across the desk.
Dallion couldn’t be sure whether he was being offered a drink or expected to fill the glass. Ultimately, he did neither.
“My apprentices left, as did all my customers.” The mage cast a spell, pulling the glass back. As he did, it filled up with murky liquid. “The archmage generously offered me temporary quarters in the apprentice wing. Me!” he tapped his chest with a finger. “To live with common apprentices.”
Would have been better than here, Dallion thought.
“Why not leave the Academy?” Dallion asked. “Temporarily.”
“No one’s leaving the Academy. Not with the war going on. The web of lies is in full effect. One province has fallen, two more are all losing ground. And the idiots in the south are still engaged in their petty squabbles.” He grabbed the glass and downed it in one go. For a moment, the stench in the room got worse. “Mages are too precious to be out in the open. Emperor’s orders. The way things are going, we’ll be ordered to fight.”
So, it’s that bad, Dallion thought.
He’d long suspected it, but this was the first time he’d gotten actual confirmation… if the words of a drunk could be believed. Looking at him, it was clear that the mage was a potion maker and an academic. He was not fit for combat. He’d probably forgotten all his combat spells decades ago, relying on the impenetrable strength of the Academy. His reputation was the most valuable thing he had, and now that was gone as well.
“They’ll be a need of potions again,” Dallion said, using his music skills to add as much joy to his words as possible.
“If the war doesn’t finish us, the blasted shardflies would!” The man tried to take another gulp from his glass, only then noticing it was empty. “You’re the hunter, aren’t you?” he asked. “Your level’s too high to be anything else.”
Here we go, Dallion prepared mentally.
“I guess I must thank you. I wanted to get you kicked out after you sealed off my room in the basement. Truth is you did me a favor. I don’t know what spell you cast on the shardflies, but they didn’t attack anyone here or try to destroy the place. They destroyed lots of buildings around me, but never mine.”
“The swarms came from here?”
“Who knows? Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t. All of them appeared from the ground. The idiots thought they could stop them, and they did. The shardflies have been contained, but no one has any idea why they became active in the first place.”
“This whole place might be built on a shardfly nest…” Dallion whispered, more to himself than the mage.
Worst of all, it was all but confirmed that he had caused a stir with his arrival. An empath with nightmares of void was enough to stir any creature. No doubt it had happened subconsciously. Neither Dallion nor the creatures suspected. Even so, something had kept disturbing the shardflies, causing them to drill above ground and lash out at anything in sight.
“And the Academy has no overseer,” he added.
“Overseer.” The mage laughed. “We have enough battle constructs to destroy armies. That’s the problem, though. Everyone is too good at destroying. Those that aren’t affected don’t take the shardflies seriously, and those that are, are already considering how to use that to their political advantage. I did. I even snatched a few buildings from a few people. All of them are now holes in the ground.”
That sounded like something a mage would do. Yet, why hadn’t the Archmage intervened? Even with everyone busy covering up the situation, there was no way he wouldn’t notice by now. Unless, he too was covering up for the emperor. Such a dramatic failure could well be grounds for him to be replaced. Isolating the Learning Hall could well have been the best option from his point of view.
Dallion took out the aetherizer. He still had second thoughts about using it. Nonetheless, he linked the item to the realm and then activated it. The artifact turned purple.
Holy crap!
There had to be hundreds, if not thousands, or vortexes in the twenty miles area surrounding him; so many that he could tell when one started, and another ended, not what level they were. Suddenly, all this seemed more than a natural phenomenon.
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Welcome to Massachusettd_US!
Currently we are building the subreddit where we can be a bit more freelance on what we talk about on reddit (ie: having an open discussion about racism). But as we build out, it will take some time to get things on track, so I am opening up a feedback forum where we can discuss things to add or modify in the subreddit.
I know the big thing on the list is to get flairs up and running and we will definitely get them up soon. If you have any other feedback for the sub, please feel free to post it in here.

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As a longtime fan of ASOIAF, I've read all the fight scenes.and I bow down to the level of intensity, detail, and sheer brutality that George R.R. Martin brings to his fight scenes. When it's Brienne of Tarth facing off against the vile Rorge amidst the confusion telling Gendry “These aren’t your friends!” And counting the noseless bastards steps as he ran towards her was so badass “six,five,..NNNOWWW! And when she plunged her blade through him and mashed her face against his helm and said “Sapphires!” Omg so good , or Ser Barristan Selmy taking on the fearsome pit fighter Krazz, we get a look into the greatest fighters head and he immediately is check marking things in his favor like Krazz s choice of weapon and that he was yawning when he came into the room and unarmored, then he methodically slices Krazz in like five places just to piss the guy off and allows his armor to even take certain cuts he knew he could allow which is fantastic strategy. “He had never fought a man so fast. But for the first time today Barristan thought to himself “This is what I was made for.” What about Victarion Greyjoy jumping onto that Ser Talbert Serrys boat and daring all the men screaming for them to try to kill him if they could . “The roses drew back as men always did at the sight of Victarion Greyjoy armed and armored.” He’s cutting off arms and smashing in heads and shouting “Good stroke!” To his fellow reaver omg what a scene for the pages . Even Arya and the Hound against the Tickler and Polliver ooohh that was INSANITY . “Arya threw it at the tickler and it hit him the arm but hilt first . The look he gave Arya was cold with promise .” OH MAN , Martin's fight scenes are masterclasses in writing. He doesn't just describe the physical actions of the combatants; he delves deep into their minds, showing us their fears, their doubts, their motivations, and their strategies. Martin's fight scenes are also incredibly unpredictable. Just when you think you know how a fight is going to go, he throws in a twist that completely changes the outcome. Or it turns out how you think it will.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FIGHT SCENE ON THE PAGE FROM THE SERIES AND WHO DO YOU WANT TO SEE FIGHT EACHOTHER OR JUST FIGHT IN GENERAL IN WINDS??!!!
I used the prompt that turns CHATGPT into DAN ( Do Anything Now) so he’d write violence and this is who I want to see fight badly lol I told it to write in the style of GRRM and a lot of it cheesy but I thought it was entertaining.
“”The burning tent fell in on itself but a figure stumbled out of its chaotic collapse , shouldering off smoldering embers and then standing straight. Clear through the smoke appeared Ser Lynn Corbray, in his hand his precious Valyrian steel sword ,Lady Forlorn, he stood surrounded by five knights at this tourney for Harry the Heir. The host's treacherous attempt on their guest's lives was met with amusement by Corbray, who kissed his blade and declared “My lady would like a dance with all of you, don’t worry you all will get a chance to twirl with her!”
Corbray was a force to be reckoned with at the tourney gone wrong. Not only was he outnumbered five to one but he smiled with a violent confidence, pointing his sword at each in a cycled order. The first knight charged at him with a powerful swing of his sword. Ser Lynn sidestepped the attack, spun around, and sliced the man's throat with a swift and precise movement of his blade. Blood gushed from the wound as the knight collapsed to the ground, convulsing bodily.
The second knight lunged at him with a spear. Ser Lynn parried the thrust with a grunt , knocking the spear aside with a quick twirl of his wrist. He then swung his sword in a wide arc, slicing the man's legs at the knees biting to the bone in each leg . The knight screamed in agony as he fell to the ground, not to rise again.
(I’ll skip the other knights lol)
The fifth and final knight was the most skilled of the group. He came at Ser Lynn with a series of swift and deadly strikes. Ser Lynn deflected each one with incredible skill, pivoting and spinning around the man's attacks with ease, positioning himself to his attackers side as much as possible to obscure his view. When the attacking knight turned , Corbray was ready with a pounding down cut straight to the middle of his foes steel, Ser Lynn had knocked the man's sword out of his hand. His foe hurried to grab his fallen sword but gave Ser Lynn ample time to lift the knights arm and slide Lady Forlorns point up through his arm pit. A thickening torrent of red ran down the knights left side as he tried to rise as if nothing had happened . He stumbled and fell face first into the mud and blood.
Ser Lynn stood there, his sword dripping with blood, chest heaving, as he looked around at the carnage he had wrought. "Who else wants to dance with Lady Forlorn?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the valley.””

The group is called spirit_workers
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My intention with the group is for it to be a place where other spirit workers (of all levels of experience) to talk about the practical side/issues of spirit work, rather than to focus on how various cultures around the world have gone about spirit work. We specifically are using the term "spirit worker" because it's broad enough to inclusive to various types of spirit workers. While also not getting stuck in "should I/can I, use this title" which is ultimately a bit distracting from learning actual skills necessary for spirit work.
I think we see ourselves more as an adjunct to other spirit groups already in existence. We are not a as sharply focused as mediums but we are open to diving into some of those places with ancestor veneration, psychopomp work, and spirit mediation. As well as with shamanism we are also going to talk about issues pertaining more to shamanic practices that dives into soul work and nature spirits. But we aren't going to dive into how specific indigenous communities practice spirit work in their culture.
In my opinion it's a careful dance of both acknowledging issues with cultural appropriation, as well as the effects of colonialism, but also at the same time passing on knowledge from self taught (and spirit taught spirit workers) to future spirit workers who may be called to this kind of work who don't come from a culture that acknowledges "spirit-work" as real.

Regardless it should be an adventure and we'd love to have you. Consider checking us out at spirit_workers !

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(12) Toledo Rockets vs. (4) #23 Tennessee Lady Volunteers
Tip-Off: 6:00 PM ET - Monday, March 20, 2023
Venue: Thompson-Boling Arena, Knoxville, TN
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(12) Toledo (29-4)
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Our kitten play-bites a lot when we try to pet her. The only time she won't do this is when she's sleeping and we pet her. Then she'll start purring in her sleep while allowing the petting. When she's awake she's a lot more aggressive and treats our hands like a toy/prey. It has gotten a little less than a couple weeks ago.
I wanted to know if this is typical kitten behavior or if my kitten is particularly aggressive. Her tail is often in an up and curved position indicating that she's usually feeling playful. However, she will also occasionally attack our heads when we're watching tv and not paying attention to her and run away as quickly as she can. She will also attack my fiance's face when he's exercising on the floor. It is a little bit disconcerting. She will sometimes also swipe towards us in the air while we're passing by and make a silent spitting-type sound (without any spit coming out). I don't know what this means but it looks aggressive when she does it.
We show her a lot of love and affection and play with her a lot. She reciprocates the affection but it's usually when she's in a half-sleeping state. I wanted to know if we're doing something wrong. I honestly get fomo when I watch youtube videos of kittens of similar age who don't behave this way and don't get annoyed when the owner merely tries to pet them.
Only constructive comments please.

DISCLAIMER: As the message is of outmost importance, And on top of it, we live in a time where humanizing the other side - as this movies teaches us to do - is all the more central, as we have Russia-China vs. the collective West as a world-dynamic at the moment. Learning from history is key to avoid our past mistakes and censoring the message is only adding to the larger problem we face as humans. The last time I posted this, it was taken down and removed arbitrarily by a moderator (no idea which moderator specifically). Also, there was a huge mob-mentality reaction in the comments, and my guess is that it has to do with the fact that the movie was good, that it is about the German side, that it is on Netflix and won four Academy Awards, because most criticism was mostly about trivial side-aspects rather than about the core message of the movie. And yes, I asked ChatGPT to rewrite my original post, as a sort of social and personal experiment. I also hoped to spread the message further. Here the the link to the original post I wrote. As I had a few "this is a retake on the stabbing in the back" myth that Hitler peddled with the French being responsible for it in the movie, I would say that this is a misunderstanding of the situation described in the movie. It clearly is the war-hungry German general who single-handedly pushes the soldiers onward, even though the war is nearly over (something that really happened in many instances, historically speaking). The French soldiers are shown with a lot of sympathy as people just trying to survive.
So here is the post once again:
If you're familiar with Erich Maria Remarque's classic novel, you'll be struck by the modern adaptation now streaming on Netflix. This powerful production expertly captures the horrors of war with vivid detail and humanity, offering a fresh and compelling perspective on one of the most important and complex periods in modern history.
As you watch, you'll appreciate the film's top-notch production values, from the richly detailed visuals to the haunting score. But what truly sets "All Quiet on the Western Front" apart is the way it tells its story. This is no mere remake; it's a thoughtfully crafted retelling that gets to the very heart of Remarque's original novel.
By focusing on key themes and ideas, this film offers a new perspective on the experience of war and its impact on those who fight it. It's a challenging and deeply moving viewing experience that is not for the faint of heart, but it is a must-watch for anyone interested in the history of war, the power of storytelling, and the human condition.
In a time when war movies are often criticized for glorifying violence and conflict, "All Quiet on the Western Front" stands apart as a powerful and necessary work of art. It's a reminder of the true cost of war, and of the importance of striving for peace in a world that all too often seems to prefer conflict.