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The ringing of a small bell invaded the tense atmosphere in a Crimean tabern, unmistakable sign that someone just entered the place. A small group of hooded people headed for the bar, completely soaked; something understandable after the downpour that minutes ago got worse.
- Agh! What a night! I’m soaked to the pants. – Mist looked at the green-haired man beside him, trying to dry her skirt.
- If you had put on your hood from the beginning, you wouldn’t have gotten like this, Boyd.
- Water is nothing for a man like me! – he boasted, taking off his cape (more like a sponge) – Aaachoo!!!
- Water 1, Boyd 0 – Added his brother without looking up from the map he was consulting.
- Hahaha… Very funny, Oscar…
- Let’s rest for tonight. Tomorrow’s another day and, fortunately, without rain. – said Mist, asking the innkeeper for the keys to their rooms.
- Excuse me, sir. – Oscar finally looked up. – I couldn’t help but to notice a shorter path to Uber, the city we’re heading to, but none of the signs we’ve found indicated it. Why is it?
- You mean the old road? – The man shrugged awkwardly. – It’s been abandoned for years. Some bandits appeared and made themselves the owners of the place. They steal from any lost one who gets close, and all the mercenaries we’ve sent to face them ended up with their intestines hanging from their stomachs. Believe me, kids, this road is way better.
- Oh, no! We have to go back. – jumped Mist nearly out of breath. – My brother doesn’t know about the bandits! What if they attack them? What if they ambush them? What if…?
- Calm down, Mist. Ike and Soren know how to take care of themselves. Besides, we’ve accorded to meet at the crossing before Uber, following this path straight.
- But, Oscar, what if they take the other road?
- I marked this road on their maps. Why would they take the other one?
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- This path is shorter. – Ike looked at his companion surprised, and then back to the map he was pointing to. He squinted to take a better look.
- Now that you say it… You’re right. That’s strange, I wonder why Oscar didn’t mark this one. Maybe he didn’t notice. So… - Ike faced the forest. – Strategists first.
They made their way deeper into the winding path. Weeds had grown all round between the rocks, sign that this road was hardly used. After some time walking, Soren extended an arm in front of Ike’s stomach, stopping him on his tracks.
- Ouch! What’s wrong? Do you need to go to the toilet? - The mage glared at his commandant, before walking away cautiously to the side of the next curve, inspecting the foliage. – Oh, I understand. – Ike started to get close stealthily to his partner, gripping his sword just in case.
- Aaah! – Soren got away quickly from there, falling on his butt. Ike ran puzzled to the mage.
- Soren! What’s wrong? – After seeing that even after recovering his breath he was still looking at the same direction, he got closer to the bushes. There was a strange rope soaked in a viscose substance, its color like… - Oh, Goddess, that’s disgusting! – The mercenary got away too, nauseated, at the same time the strategist got up, pale and cleaning the blood on his hands with his tunic.
- It’s an intestine. And if you look further, you can see the rest of the innards.
An arrow flew from a near bush, which would have pierced Soren’s neck wouldn’t it have been for his reflexes. Without hesitating, Ike unsheathed his sword and got ready to fight, while they observed how bandits appeared everywhere. Soren recovered his position and prepared his Elwind.
- Well, well, what do we have here? – Ike looked skeptically at the man before them. He was tall and strong, holding between his hands an enormous silver axe. Seeing their clothes and the coin bags in their belts, they were clearly bandits. Soren arched an eyebrow.
- Judging from the cliché phrase out of any shabby bandit novel, we have a type 23 bandit, also known as a lowlife thief who thinks he is someone important just because he got an expensive toy and some donkeys who would need both their hands to find their butt after your orders. What do you think, commandant? – The boss of the bandits turned pale instantly. Between all the answers he had received from his victims, that was, undoubtedly, the most unexpected one.
- Well… Yeah, they fit the random bandit profile. At least they are holding their axes from the grip. – Their enemies turned red at that comment.
- You think you’re very clever, don’t you? Well, it’s clear that you’re not if you took this road here. The guys at the curve also thought they were clever, too. But not enough to prevent their guts from falling to the ground, haha! – The two mercenaries erased their smirks from their faces, at the same time that a wave of flesh rushed to them, not allowing any escape. Commandant and strategist turned back to back, not showing any fear in their eyes.
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- Oh, oh, oh… With all that rain my brother didn’t turn up at the tabern! What if they took the short road? I’m sure they were found by those bandits. What should we do? What if they are wounded? What if…?
Titania put her hand on the valkyrie’s fronthead, who was running about gesticulating and eating her nails, in an attempt to calm her down. – Calm down, Mist. You’re brother is a grown man now, and Soren can take care of himself just fine. – The kid calmed down, worried, looking at the curve that would soon reveal the meeting point.
- You’re right, but… I can’t help it. – The red-haired woman smiled.
- Don’t worry. What if we race to see who gets there before? – Mist nodded happily, while the others laughed. Boyd positioned his headband correctly.
- Whatever you want, but I’m sure you won’t be able to catch up with me! – And they all baled out to finally reach their destination. After turning the corner, they saw their worries were unfounded. Ike and Soren were calmly leaning against a tree, like they had been there for hours. The mage crossed his arms.
- It was about time! What took you so long? – The mercenaries exchanged looks both disconcerted and surprised, until Titania spoke up.
- Did… Did you take the short road? – Ike looked at her puzzled.
- Sure, why would we take the long one?
- Yeah. Well, sorry, but the innkeeper warned us about some terrible disemboweling bandits, you know, just normal. – The two mercenaries looked at each other, smirking. Soren took a coin bag from his belt and threw it at Oscar.
- And did he say anything about a bounty? We’re still in time to take some of them here. For being so cruel, they were quite scarce… - Ike laughed.
- Come on, let’s leave already. I hope we find an inn: it had been so long since we fought some bandits I’m starving! – And both mercenaries started to leave, passing through their still speechless companions. Titania sighed.
- Definitely, next time, they’re going first.
A protester jumps on an American built M60 A3 battle tank in an attempt to talk with the driver. At around 11pm this tank entered Tahrir square from the south and many in the crowd assumed, rightly or wrongly, that its' intentions were unfriendly.
Several men chased it, one throwing a large plastic carton at it - presumably as an act of symbolic defiance - and then two men (you can just about make them out in the picture) jumped on to the tank - the first in an attempt to talk to the driver. He tapped at the front of the tank and the driver emerged angrily waving him off before accelerating. The first protester fell off while the second lept off, both without apparent injury.
In contrast to this tense stand off, soon afterwards there was an enthusiastic greeting for tanks and armoured personnel carriers heading in to the square from the North - the crowd assuming they would protect them from the security forces attacking from the south. Photograph taken with my mobile phone.
Patrick makes sure the EF 15 engine is up to temperature before releasing Bruno. Photo © Andrew Ferraro
FUREY, FRANCIS JAMES (1905-1979). Francis James Furey, third archbishop and seventh bishop of San Antonio, son of John Francis and Anna (O'Donnell) Furey, was born at Summit Hill, Pennsylvania, on February 22, 1905, the eldest of five children. He was educated in the public schools of Coaldale, Pennsylvania; St. Charles Borromeo Seminary in Overbrook, Pennsylvania; and the Pontificio Seminario Romano Maggiore in Rome, where he received a Ph.D. in philosophy and sacred theology. Furey was ordained on March 15, 1930, in Rome. He served as secretary to Dennis Cardinal Dougherty, archbishop of Philadelphia (1930-36), president of Immaculata College (1936-46), and rector of St. Charles Borromeo Seminary (1946-58); he was engaged in pastoral work in the archdiocese of Philadelphia from 1958 to 1960. On August 24, 1960, he was appointed to the titular see of Temnus and appointed auxiliary to the archbishop of Philadelphia. In 1963 he was named coadjutor bishop of San Diego, California, and in 1966 was appointed bishop of San Diego. Furey was member of the administrative tribunal of the Second Vatican Council. On June 4, 1969, he was promoted to the archiepiscopal see of San Antonio, Texas, where he was installed on August 6, 1969. He was appointed vicar delegate for subjects of the Military Ordinariate in Texas and Louisiana on August 6, 1969. He held memberships at various times on the National Conference of Catholic Bishops Administrative Committee, the United States Catholic Conference Communication Committee, and committees dealing with boundaries of dioceses and provinces, liaison of the NCCB and USCC with priests, religious, and laity, nomination of bishops, the permanent diaconate, liturgy, priestly formation, and migration and tourism. At the time of his death he was chairman of the NCCB Ad Hoc Committee for the Campaign for Human Development. He was a knight commander in the Legion of the Cedars of Lebanon (1956) and a Knight of the Equestrian Order of the Holy Sepulchre. He was a recipient of the Pope Leo XIII Pilgrim's Medal and Pilgrim's Shell and the Texas AFL-CIO St. Joseph the Worker Award (1977). He was chaplain, Texas State Council, Knights of Columbus;qv bishop protector of the Catholic War Veterans of the U.S.A.; and a member of the John F. Kennedy Memorial Commission, appointed by Governor Preston Smith. He also held membership in the John Henry Newman Honorary Society and was on the advisory council to the Board of Directors, San Antonio Community Hospital, and the Board of Advisors of the Institute on Religious Life. He was an honorary member of the United States Marine Corps. He received honorary doctorates from La Salle College, Philadelphia; St. Joseph College, Philadelphia; Villanova University, Villanova, Pennsylvania; St. John's University, Brooklyn, New York; Mount St. Mary's College, Emmitsburg, Maryland; and Our Lady of the Lake University, San Antonio.
Furey was a well-known public speaker and appeared frequently on television and radio. On his appointment as archbishop of the Catholic Archdiocese of San Antonio,qv he faced a tense climate brought about by the controversy surrounding his predecessor, Archbishop Robert E. Lucey.qv Furey, a firm advocate of the reforms of Vatican II, ran the diocese in a less centralized fashion. He became known for his outspoken social stands. He was in favor of the death penalty, yet was a firm believer in human rights. He established a commission for Mexican-American affairs, believed to be the first diocesan agency of its kind in the country. He promoted the candidacy of the first Mexican-American bishop in the United States, Patrick F. Flores (1970), later archbishop of San Antonio. He was a vigorous backer of a network of activists called COPS (Communities Organized for Public Service). He was among the signers of a newspaper advertisement supporting a Texas Supreme Court decision upholding the state's Saturday-Sunday closing law. He was also notable for his backing of the Farah strikeqv (October 1973) and the lettuce boycotts (see UNITED FARM WORKERS UNION). He established the Catholic Archives of San Antonio and promoted the establishment of archives in other dioceses. He died on April 25, 1979, at San Antonio and was buried in Holy Cross Cemetery.
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On our 4 th day of the Goechala trek. we were moving from Dzongri to Thansing. As we entered the meadows, we could see the huge Tensing Khan Peak right beside us.
Eerste overwinning voor Alecto dames in spannend duel: 2-1 | First victory for Alecto ladies in tense game: 2-1
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