Podcasts about Pox

In this Fresh Thinking episode, we're discussing one of mining's toughest technical challenges: refractory gold ores. Dr Tarrant Elkington, Snowden Optiro General Manager sits down with metallurgical expert Dr Leon Lorenzen to explore why some gold refuses to come quietly, and the high-stakes processing paths needed to recover it. From pressure oxidation to bioleaching and ultrafine grinding, this episode uncovers the costs, complexities, and future of refractory ore treatment. If you're a geologist, metallurgist, or investor—this one's essential listening. This podcast at a glance: 00:00 – Welcome & Introduction 00:45 – What is refractory gold? And why is it a problem? 02:30 – The role of geology and early detection 04:00 – How refractory ore impacts project economics 05:15 – Overview of processing methods: POX, BIOX, Albion, roasting 07:30 – How to choose the right processing path 09:00 – Real-world examples of refractory gold plants 11:00 – The future: centralised hubs and economic scale 12:30 – Final thoughts and advice for developers and investors If you'd like to connect with Tarrant and Leon: contact@snowdenoptiro.com This video podcast is also available as a video podcast on our Snowden Optiro YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@SnowdenOptiro

Who knew that a Jack Nicholson-sounding extra-terrestrial in a Grand Theft Auto-like would become a cult classic? We're going back 20 years to 2005 to look at a third-person action-adventure game that spawned more sequels than you realise. We're talking Destroy All Humans!On this episode of Stealth Boom Boom, we chat a little bit about Pandemic Studios family-friendly game that accidentally led to a violent, angry alien blowing things up. We also look at the original E3 trailer and whether this game was going to be sneakier, a banger track for the Japanese audience, King of the Hill and some theremin.Here are some of the things you're gonna hear us chat about in our review: looking like a human thanks to the easy-to-use (but also limiting in some ways [but also not difficult to circumnavigate those limitations]) Holobob; becoming more mentally powerful via the thoughts of others; being aware of nearby, pesky Majestic agents; a GTA wanted level system that mostly works but is not without jank; hypnotising, if it takes your fancy; a little bit of something; answering questions as the Rockwell mayor; yearning for a stealth brain extraction; getting all the benefits of a probe (and the rest of your arsenal); the fluidity of your giant flying saucer; flinging folks around with Psi-Ops-like telekinesis; playing boring repetitive side missions just so you can progress; satirising pretty much everything about 1950s America; very easy company; the wonderful duo of Crypto and Pox; After all that, we take you through what some of the critics were saying about the game around the time it came out, and then we give you our final verdicts on whether Destroy All Humans is a Pass, a Play, or an Espionage Explosion.For those who would like to play along at home, we'll be discussing, reviewing and dissecting Thief II: The Metal Age on the next episode of Stealth Boom Boom.IMPORTANT LINKS TO THINGS

“Only fear the Lord and serve him faithfully with all your heart. For consider what great things he has done for you.” 1 Sam 12:24. The Knoxville Academy of Medicine Alliance's Doc Rock for Health is SAT, JAN 18th at The Mill & Mine.  Part of the proceeds go to these wonderful charity organizations serving our East Tennessee neighbors!  With me is Beth Roskelly, Director of Development & Public Relations - InterFaith Health Center, Adelyn Pair - Associate Director of Marketing & Communications of Emerald Youth Foundation, Martin Vargas - Exec Director of St. Mary's Mobile Health Clinic, and Holly Kizer - Assistant Development Coordinator joins us from Thrive/ Soar Youth Ministries. Dr. Lytle Brown who returns as our Emcee and Kirstin Kropilak, Co-Chair of Doc Rock are here!  Our community changes one person at a time through the love and concern these people give others! Our bands - No Recall, B.B.S, Dr. Zoster & the Pox, and Remedy, are back! Thanks to Ministry Partners Campbell Dental Care & Denise King, Realtor - Noble Realty. Crossroads With Jenny Bushkell 5pm - 6pm. Joy620 WRJZ! 620 AM, 102.5 99.5 FM Sevier, streaming at wrjz.com or download our JOY620 App! The Mill & Mine SAT, JAN 18th, 2025. Doors open at 6:00pm! Music 7:00pm! Come and enjoy!! All for a great cause - serving our neighbors with health-care and love! Friday on @Crossroads withJenny we will hear how all these organizations are serving our East Tennessee neighbors. 

Desde croquetas con un toque de Sotol, maridadas con Bacanora, Pox de Chiapas y destilados de Pulque, Raicilla, Mezcal, Tequila, entre otros.Es lo que podemos encontrar en el restaurante SOM, creado por Isidoro Guindi y Luis Vences, quienes nos platican sobre su trabajo en la investigación de destilados que pueden ser incluidos en recetas de platillos tradicionales.Ubicado en la colonia Condesa, este sitio sorprende por su concepto arrabal y de clásico barrio mexicano, dicen.Consulta este y otros deliciosos temas en Aderezo. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Pox, the quintessential Chiapas spirit, is probably the most mysterious Mexican drink that I've encountered in my life. It was a big part of my early 20's, but I never truly understood its technicalities or cultural relevance. Happily, thanks to Javier Oroz, who I just interviewed a few weeks ago (go check the Bacanora episode), I got to meet Zury Guindi.Zury started bottling bottling Pox back in 2011 under the umbrella of "Siglo Cero". When even mezcal was just starting to happen, he decided to dedicate his life to corn, panela and wheat instead of worshipping agave. In this episode we try to cover as much as we can about this fascinating and delicious drink. Hope you enjoy it!This episode was recorded at Som, Zury's bar in Mexico City. Nested in the heart of Condesa I can't emphasize enough how fun is to go through all their menu. You'll get to try Pox, rum, raicilla, mezcal, tequila and many other bizarre and lovely Mexican spirits. 

Who knew he was funny?!? For many of us in this community, Pete Cestaro is "Coach Pete"-- the guy who has been teaching our kids to love the game of baseball, as well as getting good at it. Many others know him as a guy we play golf with, surf with , have coffee with or just generally enjoy his company. And who knew he was funny? Well, all of us, and especially the kids he's taught baseball to, and even more so, their parents. But we didn't realize he was REALLY funny until he started showing up in comedy clubs all up and down the west coast on our Instagrams. And now he's back here on the east coast, bringing not only his clever brand of humor to NYC clubs, but also to a couple of venues on the east end. One in particular is "Comedy at Pox", Pete's own production. Once a month, at Fairway Restaurant at Poxybogue (YES, THE DINER AT THE GOLF COURSE!!) Pete brings a few of his favorite headliners from the city to bust up a small crowd in the diner. They've all been sold out. And as someone who'd been there multiple times, let me tell you: IT'S FUNNY!!

Det här är berättelsen om hur serier för vuxna börjar bli ett fenomen i Europa och USA. Och hur de här serierna under framförallt 80-talet bidrar till att tidskrifter som Galago, Epix och Pox får stor spridning i Sverige. Gäst är Robert Aman serieforskare och biträdande professor vid Linköpings universitet, aktuell med boken ”Serier för vuxna”.Programledare: Fritte FritzsonProducent: Ida WahlströmKlippning: Marcus TigerdraakeSignaturmelodi: Vacaciones - av Svantana i arrangemang av Daniel AldermarkGrafik: Jonas PikeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/alltduvelatveta/Instagram: @alltduvelatveta / @frittefritzsonTwitter: @frittefritzsonHar du förslag på avsnitt eller experter: Gå in på www.fritte.se och leta dig fram till kontakt!Podden produceras av Blandade Budskap AB och presenteras i samarbete med AcastOrganisationer som hjälper Ukrainahttps://blagulabilen.se/http://www.humanbridge.se/https://www.rodakorset.se/https://lakareutangranser.se/nyheter/oro-over-situationen-i-ukrainaUkrainska statens egen lista (militär och civil hjälp)https://www.defendukraine.org/donate Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/alltduvelatveta. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Encore: P is for Pox, Player, Polyamory, and Polygamy with Dr Lori Beth Bisbey

In this episode, we discuss the newest pandemic and those profiting from the vaccines, the election illusion, and much more. Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/TheFactHunter Website: thefacthunter.com Email: thefacthunter@mail.com Snail Mail: George Hobbs PO Box 109 Goldsboro, MD  21636Show Notes:Gold https://www.nasdaq.com/articles/sky-high-gold-prices-are-sending-a-warning-about-war.-pay-attention. HHS United States Government's Response to the Clade I Mpox Outbreak https://www.hhs.gov/about/news/2024/08/14/united-states-governments-response-clade-i-mpox-outbreak-democratic-republic-congo-other-countries-region.html Bavarian Nordic scores $157M contract to replenish US supplies of smallpox/mpox vaccine Jynneos https://www.fiercepharma.com/pharma/bavarian-nordic-scores-1568m-contract-replenish-us-supplies-combination-smallpoxmpox-vaccine#:~:text=Following%20the%20commercial%20launch%20of,agreement%20with%20the%20U.S.%20government. https://jynneos.com In an Oligarchy, Voting is a Tool to Manufacture the Illusion of Consent https://www.activistpost.com/2016/10/oligarchy-voting-tool-manufacture-illusion-consent.html Who Owns America? Oligarchs Hav

Un ex presidente de Argentina y una denuncia que incendió los papeles de la historia de los inquilinos de la Casa Rosada. Alberto Fernández, decíme algo lindo ECDQEMSD podcast El Cyber Talk Show - episodio 5846 La Violencia que Genera Conducen: El Pirata y El Sr. Lagartija https://canaltrans.com Noticias Del Mundo: La violencia de género - Harta del maltrato - Violencia física y psicológica - Venezuela en su laberinto - Bombardeos en la Franja - Finalizaron los Juegos Olímpicos Paris 2024 - Verdades y mitos sobre los hermanos del medio - Blancanieves con Gal Gadot - Lilo y Stitch dos décadas después Historias Desintegradas: Mi pueblo natal - Ministros de Economía argentinos - La ex compañera de escuela - El analítico - Los Rarámuri o Tarahumaras - Destilados en Chihuahua - El Sotol - Tequila, Mezcal, Bacanora, Pox, Sotol - Coctelería moderna - Ni chicha ni limonada, decía Víctor Jara - La perra salvadora - Medicación regular - Mal dormir - Pesadillas terribles - Gritos en la noche - Las Perseidas -  Lágrimas de San Lorenzo - Día de la Juventud y más... En Caso De Que El Mundo Se Desintegre - Podcast no tiene publicidad, sponsors ni organizaciones que aporten para mantenerlo al aire. Solo el sistema cooperativo de los que aportan a través de las suscripciones hacen posible que todo esto siga siendo una realidad. Gracias Dragones Dorados!! NO AI: ECDQEMSD Podcast no utiliza ninguna inteligencia artificial de manera directa para su realización. Diseño, guionado, música, edición y voces son de  nuestra completa intervención humana.

Animals, climate change, the Wuhan lab, and germs and viruses. All of these are convenient scapegoats when looking to blame something/anything for sickness and disease. But what if they're not to blame? Is it possible that the mainstream narratives are leading us in the wrong direction? Drs. Samantha and Mark Bailey are physicians and the authors of "The Final Pandemic". In their book and in today's interview, they point to flaws in our understanding of viruses and disease.   Sam and Mark once held the mainstream beliefs about sickness and viruses. After all, they were educated about germs and diseases in medical school. But the events of 2020 led them to do a deep dive into virology, where they found no proof that viruses exist or that they cause illness. They then scoured the history books and found a pandemic playbook of sorts that had been used repeatedly throughout history, to "create pandemics" and then present the so-called solution of "necessary" vaccines to eradicate them. Their findings are startling and may lead many to question the virus narrative, as they have.   Visit Sam and Mark's website: drsambailey.com Follow this podcast or download our Wise Traditions podcast app. See our podcast FAQs Check out our sponsors: Lytebalance and the New Biology Clinic

Join Daniel and Javi for Season 6, Episode 3 of the Brown Sound Podcast! This week, special guests Pox Young, an Indigenous photographer, and Chelsea Quaempts, an Indigenous college student, share insights into their relationship guided by traditional values and cultural activities. Pox discusses his photography journey influenced by Indigenous values, while Chelsea explores her experiences in higher education and her goals for empowering Indigenous communities. Don't miss out on this enriching conversation! The hosts speak from a Latino and Indigenous perspective. Make sure to follow the Brown Sound on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/brownsoundpodcastCheck out our website for more infohttps://www.brownsoundpodcast.comQe'ciyew'yew & Gracias to our Season 6 Sponsors. This podcast is locally produced on the Nez Perce Reservation in Idaho.

It's a Masters of Comic Books REUNION! Cole-El comes by the PoX treehouse to discuss Ultimate Spider-Man 2 and Rise of the Powers of X!

The red-haired bitch of vexing humiliation?A 5-part story By Blind_Justice & Loqui Sordida Ad Me. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.The quarry she had stalked for weeks over choppy seas aboard Ambrose’s crowded ship, had through uncanny skill or dumb luck once again eluded her. Even if Kelgore had been seized for food or sport by the beastly natives, Tsonia still needed proof of his death to claim the God-King’s bounty. She would be damned if she was going to be robbed of her prize.Besides, Kelgore owed her an explanation as to how she came to be kneeling before him, spattered with his essence and no recollection at all. If he still lived, she would wrest an answer from him, and woe unto him if the answer displeased her.Anger coiling in her innards like a steel-clad serpent, Tsonia dressed. She refilled the water gourd and a pair of skins her fallen foes had carried. She took their spears and a few other odds and ends that she thought might prove useful and bundled them together in one of their nets. After a moment’s hesitation, she added the witch head to the bundle she had made. Kelgore clearly ascribed it some perverse value to have carried it with him through the storm. It might prove a useful bargaining chip.With a final look around for any hidden threats, Tsonia turned her back on the spring and followed the trickling rivulet back towards the beach. Joras and Ambrose would be waiting, thirsting in misery for the water she had promised them.The sky had darkened to a velvety black. Unknown constellations sparkled amidst the remnants of stormy clouds. Ambrose found it hard to measure the flow of time. How long had it been since Tsonia left to fetch some water? One hour? Several? Maybe some days? Between ever-mounting thirst and the pain ravaging his body, staying awake proved to be difficult. The monotonous rumble of the drums didn’t help.He only realized that sleep had claimed him when the femur, the feeble weapon Tsonia had left him with, dropped from numb fingers and hit his aching foot, jolting him awake again. Groaning, Ambrose fumbled for the bone before checking the limp body of his companion. Joras had succumbed to exhaustion, slumped into a heap on the splintered bench he and Ambrose were sitting on. At least the artist’s breathing seemed even and his brow wasn’t ablaze with fever.Ambrose fought desperately to keep his eyes open, listening with focused intent for other survivors skulking among the debris. But there was nothing save for the unending rhythm of the drums. Slowly, inexorably, his head sank to his chest, the weapon drooped lower and lower and before he knew it, slumber had once again claimed him.A gentle hand on his shoulder shocked Ambrose awake. Acting on pure instinct, he raised the femur, only to be stopped by a second hand around his wrist.“Is this the way to greet me when I bring food and water?” The voice was feminine and laced with dry wit. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the murky gloom under the broken hull and he saw Tsonia’s face, a pale mask with twinkling eyes. Ambrose heaved a great sigh of relief, his voice hoarse with thirst.Tsonia pulled something from the ground and pressed it into Ambrose’s hand. The water skin was filled to the stopper and Ambrose greedily opened it, yearning for the feel of cool moisture on his parched lips and throat.“Drink slowly,” Tsonia advised him, sliding onto the bench next to Joras. “If you’re hungry, there are some strips of dried meat in there.” She nudged a rustling something with her foot.“What took you so long?” Ambrose rasped. "Feels like you were gone forever.“ He took a long, deliberately slow swig from the waterskin and sighed as the cool water poured down his throat.Tsonia cradled Joras’s head into the crook of her elbow and carefully whetted his lips with a thin rivulet of water. Groaning, the artist came to, sipping the life-giving liquid."I found a spring and Kelgore both,” she said, setting down the water skin and helping Joras sit upright. Once she was certain he could steady himself, Tsonia handed the skin off to him and busied herself with her bundle.“My apologies to your tailor, Joras,” Tsonia quipped as she ripped strips off the bottom of his salt-stained traveling cloak and knotted them around a spar of wood. A moment later, there was the sound of flint on steel and painfully bright sparks as Tsonia fought to light a makeshift torch. With an angry hiss, the wick of tattered rags sputtered to life“Did you slay him?” Joras muttered, his voice slowly regaining strength. His gaze wandered along her toned body. “There are new wounds.”“Nothing to worry about,” Tsonia said, waving his concern away with a dismissive slash of her hand. “Before I could seize Kelgore, some natives appeared and attacked us. Either he used the commotion to abscond or the natives have snatched him.”“You’re not planning on following him, are you?” Joras asked, his tone suggesting he already knew that Tsonia was planning exactly that.“Unless we want this whole endeavor to be for naught, we will have to follow him,” Tsonia said. “I know we’re short on men and weapons, but each hour we wait allows Kelgore to slip ever further from our grasp.”“And what if we find him? How do you plan to get us back to Xhastria?” Joras asked. “Be reasonable, Tsonia. Kelgore might be gone or dead already. We should focus our efforts on finding a way home.”Ambrose bent low over Tsonia’s bundle, rooting for the food she had offered. Sharp teeth clamped around his hand, nearly taking off two of his fingers and tearing open his skin. Blood flowed freely. Cursing, he yanked his hand back, staring in horror at a grinning head amidst the gathered trappings. Sharp teeth were still snapping, framed by bloodied lips. But worst of all were the eyes, bloodshot orbs glaring straight into his soul. Ambrose recoiled and grabbed his club.“What in the Burning Hells did you bring back, Tsonia?” Ambrose snapped, raising the weapon for a devastating blow. “Is that a woman’s severed head?”“Your flame-haired whore has no understanding of the things she is meddling with,” the witch head sputtered. “She loosed the storm that I contained. She has marooned you here in this waste.”“Did you both hear that?” Tsonia asked, her gaze going from Ambrose to Joras. Ambrose nodded in uneasy confirmation. “I was drugged by a native’s dart and thought the speaking head was but a waking nightmare.”“Who is, or was, she?" Joras asked. "And why bring it here?”“I am Shala, mother to the great Kelgore! Traveler beyond the Veil! Willing consort to demons! I have received the seed and the blessing of horrors beyond your compre,”Tsonia snatched up the head and crammed a scrap of driftwood in its mouth, interrupting its blasphemous tirade. “And she calls me ‘whore’?” the flame-haired warrior growled.“I thought I killed the witch aboard Kelgore’s ship,” Tsonia explained over Shala’s muffled grunts. “When I met Kelgore at the spring, he had her head with him. It must be very important for him to protect it through the storm and whatever else he encountered along these savage shores.”“You could have warned me,” Ambrose said, cradling his mauled hand against his chest. “It nearly cost me two fingers.”“I didn’t realize it was still dangerous,” Tsonia said. “I’m sorry.”She offered Ambrose a scrap of fabric as a makeshift bandage. The captain took it and wound it around his hand, trembling with his hastened heartbeat and pumping fresh crimson into the fabric.“And what do we do now?” Joras asked, suspiciously eyeing the disassembled bundle at their feet. “I don’t fancy a trek through hostile jungles with just a few water skins and barely any food. No paper, no paints or brushes. Not that you’d let me paint you once your hair starts to fade. I suppose all of your henna is at the bottom of the ocean. Not even a simple whittling blade to carve,”“And we have no idea where Kelgore might be,” Ambrose added, interrupting Joras’s rambling.There was a ghastly sound, halfway between retching and coughing. Shala’s head had managed to work the gag from its mouth. Her hoarse, cajoling voice offered: “I know where Kelgore is. He is as much a part of me as eyes or tongue. My spawn lives yet, and so long as he draws breath, I shall sense his presence.”“Why should we trust the word of a dead demon-kisser?" Ambrose asked, voice filled with malice. "We should roast you over a fire and send you to whatever hell will have you.”“Because that buxom barbarian brute of yours won’t let you leave this island until you find Kelgore,” Shala gloated. “I wish to be reunited with my son. We share a common goal, For now.”“It galls me that she has a point,” Ambrose confessed.“It’s just bargaining for its life. There is no truth to its words,” Tsonia spat.“Can you get them home, whore?” Shala challenged. “Do you have any notion in which direction Xhastria even lies?”Even Ambrose, with years of experience at navigation, had been flummoxed by the storm. They had been chasing Kelgore westward when last he had his bearings, so Xhastria probably lay somewhere to the east. It would be a toss of the dice to venture out on the open sea with so little certainty though.“No?” the witch continued. “Help me restore my body and with a simple spell I can conjure you home. To your very doorstep if you wish.” A peal of mad laughter burst from her bloodstained lips as the torch light danced across her twisted visage. “You don’t want to perish here on this pox-ridden island, now do you? Neither do I!”“We can restore your body?” Ambrose asked, his brow furrowing at the capacity of magic.“Yes! And it’s easier than you,” Shala’s strained voice was choked off again as Tsonia wedged the driftwood gag back in her disembodied jaw and then bound it there with a length of leather strap.“Don’t encourage its mad blathering,” she scolded. “First we find Kelgore, then we will find a way off this island, If it even is an island. If we must bargain with a demon-kisser, we do so as a last resort when all other options are exhausted. Agreed?”“Yes, of course,” Joras acceded. “We should just bury the horrible thing. We can come dig it up if we need it.”“No, better to keep her close,” Ambrose countered. “If we do need help, we may need it very quickly.” Despite his misgivings, Ambrose was keenly aware that the odds were against them and their options might be exhausted much sooner than anticipated.The gall of the red-haired bitch was a vexing humiliation, but one that Shala was prepared to suffer. Once she was reunited with Kelgore, her son would show Red Tsonia the true meaning of humiliation. Shala was patient. She could wait. And in the meantime she would watch and plot.She had spent the night with the taste of salt-wood on her tongue watching the fop in the orange cloak splint the ankle of the buffoon and then fashion him a crude crutch while the bitch stood watch. The fop was too much in thrall to the bitch to be of any use. The buffoon, however, had potential. Shala could see in him a resistance to the bitch’s authority and a desire for control. It was only his injured leg that kept him subservient to her.The buffoon could be useful.When the sun rose, her captors ate the scant food taken from the beast skin, and emptied their water skins. The bitch removed Shala’s gag, carefully avoiding her teeth. She needn’t have bothered though. While Shala did need blood to reform her body, it had to be pure blood, not the corrupted filth coursing through Red Tsonia’s veins. If she could taste pure blood for seven days in a row, well then things would be different.The bitch hoisted Shala by the hair and held her up to gaze at the jungle that grew up and away from the beach.“You say you can sense your whelp,” she said plainly. “So tell me, should we head towards the volcano or towards the flatlands?”“Oh now you want my mad blathering?” Shala scowled. “I thought I was not to be trusted.”“Consider this a test of your good will,” the bitch dared to challenge her. “If you don’t want to help us find Kelgore, I’ll just gag you again and,”“Towards the volcano,” Shala interjected. She was kept alive by the grace of her demonic masters and didn’t suffer from many ailments of the flesh, but the driftwood was still uncomfortable between her teeth.“You don’t actually trust her, do you?” asked the fop.“It doesn’t matter,” the bitch replied. “We were going that way regardless. The spring lies towards the volcano. We can refill our water and pick up Kelgore’s trail there.” With that, the wooden bit was roughly crammed in her mouth once more and secured there.Tsonia was clearly cunning, but ultimately the bitch would be no match for Shala’s guile. Shala was patient. She could wait.When the first rays of the rising sun turned the ocean into molten gold, Tsonia, Ambrose and Joras emerged from their flimsy shelter. The incessant drumming had gone all night making it difficult to snatch a few hours of fitful sleep. The drumming continued unabated as they ate a paltry breakfast, the remaining scraps from the captured rations had them feeling better equipped for the task at hand.The pain of Ambrose’s wounds ameliorated somewhat with rest and with the help of Joras’s crude cane, he managed to keep pace with the others along the stony swath between the tree line and the surf. At a thin brook that cut a narrow path to the sea, the flame-haired warrior turned, eagerly heading into the jungle which awakened to riotous life around them.Birds and monkeys screeched in the branches overhead and larger bodies rustled in the shoulder-high underbrush. Occasionally, there was a low growl close by which put Ambrose’s hairs on end but Tsonia didn’t seem perturbed by the ominous sounds around them. And of course there were the drums, still rumbling sonorous, foreboding, in the distance. He was certain their cadence had changed.Tsonia's palm against his chest stopped his musing and stride both.“What is it?” Ambrose whispered. Tsonia tapped her nose and took a deep breath.Ambrose sniffed. It took him a few tries, but then he noticed the tell-tale aroma of roasted meat.“Someone ahead?” he hissed.Tsonia nodded, dropping into a crouch. She readied one of her scavenged spears.“Maybe survivors,” Ambrose offered. “We should greet them accordingly.”“You do that,” Tsonia said. “I’ll make sure we don’t stumble into an ambush. The natives carried flint and steel.” She unslung the crude pack from her shoulder and, quiet like a shadow, she slithered into the foliage. Ambrose tossed the pack over his shoulder. The head within grunted in annoyance. Grasping his driftwood cane with his free hand and, with Joras just behind, he pushed forward.He entered a large glade shadowed by overhanging branches. The early morning light glinted off the surface of a serene pool. A crude campfire had been erected next to a sturdy sea chest, the jungle wood causing more smoke than actual fire. Nevertheless, some skewers had been prepared, chunks of meat roasting over the flames. Two figures scrambled to their feet as Ambrose and Joras broke their cover. Long, curved blades glinted in the sunlight. One of the men, long-haired and sporting a thick, pointy beard, suddenly cried out in joy.“Captain!”Ambrose recognized the caller as Montu, one of his veterans. The other, a long-limbed, bald Xhastrian with ritualistic scars running down his arms, shot his companion a worried look and fell into a combat stance, his blade ready to strike.A shadow emerged behind the Xhastrian. Sunlight broke on flaming hair as Tsonia snaked an arm around his neck, a muscular leg slid between his and with an almost playful tug, the fierce warrior plucked the gleaming sword from his grasp, gently dragging the unbalanced man to the grassy ground. He was too surprised to offer much of a struggle, especially when Tsonia caressed his naked chest with the blade she had just wrested from his fingers.“Who’s your friend, Montu?” Ambrose asked.“Captain, that’s Sethos,” Montu said, sword down and hand open in a placating gesture. “Please, don’t hurt him. He was one of Kelgore’s, but without him, the bottomless sea would have claimed me twice over.”“Why didn’t we see you before?” Joras asked suspiciously over the din of the distant drums. The artist walked around the campfire, stopping at the large trunk. He raised the lid and peered inside. Within he saw weapons, tools, ropes, nails and other useful things. “That’s a Quartermaster’s Chest, isn’t it?”“That chest carried us both through the storm and then nearly broke our bones when we got tossed onto the shore a ways over there,” Montu gestured towards the distant beach, then grimaced, massaging his ribs. “We cracked it open to see if there was anything edible inside. When we heard the drums, we thought we might be able to trade with the natives, so we dragged it with us along the beach looking for water and found this spring. Someone had already been here though, killing two…” His gaze darted towards the edge of the glade. Something, hidden by the thick undergrowth, chewed on bones.“Two what?" Joras asked."Two green-furred, creatures,” Sethos added. “Heads like beasts, claws like daggers, long tails. Someone stabbed them good.” He offered a grim smile. "Your handiwork, eh?“ His eyes sought Tsonia."They left me no choice,” Tsonia grumbled. “I suspect they are the natives whose drum we hear. They wore crude clothing and carried tools so they have some savage culture.”“They seem quite proud of their music, at least,” Joras mused, casting an annoyed look towards the unceasing drum beat. Ambrose frowned at the quip. The drums were becoming tiresome, and he wouldn’t mind a chance to stab the drummers himself.“Sethos and I were just discussing what to do next, Captain,” Montu said, breaking Ambrose’s reverie. “We have water, game, some tools and plenty of wood. We could start building a ship to get home. But maybe we should look for other survivors first.”“I’ve seen no signs of other survivors on the beach,” Ambrose said. “I doubt there are many of us or Kelgore’s men left.” He gazed at the towering trees surrounding the glade. “With only the five of us and the tools in the chest, building anything seaworthy would take months. And I’m not much of a shipwright.”“But what other choice do we have?” Sethos asked. “Who knows if other ships even pass by this forlorn shore?”“Kelgore survived,” Tsonia snarled, fingertips touching her own cheek and lips as if she was wiping away some horrid stain. “I saw him myself here at this spring last night. I’m here to pick up his trail and I won’t return to Xhastria without his head as a prize. If the natives have taken him, we’ll need to deal with them as well.”There was a muffled chuckling only Ambrose heard. He jostled the pack to shut up the insolent head of the undying witch. Shala seemed to disagree with Tsonia’s assessment and uttered another guttural noise.“Provided they are willing to listen. Or hand over Kelgore,” Ambrose said. “Don’t forget, they tried to kill you.”“I’m not forcing anyone to come along,” Tsonia said, not unkindly. “But there is safety in numbers. Your chance of survival would be better by my side.”Ambrose had seen Tsonia fight, both during the recent boarding action gone awry and when they first met all these years ago in a nameless pirate haven tucked away on a rocky island off the Xhastrian coast.He had been there on business, selling overpriced food and diluted beer to the locals and taking on new crew. She had strode into the dockside tavern, wearing only her tattered chain mail and a devilish grin drawing the eye of every man. What caught Ambrose’s eye though was the rakish young man in her wake, frantically scribbling on a pad propped on his forearm, trying to capture her stride, her pose and probably her curvy backside.When stools went flying and heads started rolling, Ambrose met Joras under a table, unwilling to waste his drink in the maelstrom of bodies. The seed for a long-lasting friendship, and so much more!, was planted as they both watched Tsonia fell men by the dozen in pursuit of one crooked merchant who owed her money.Ambrose’s gaze sought Joras’s. If the artist stayed, they would be on even terms with the sailors and the chance of betrayal would be much lower. Maybe they could even rekindle some of the magic they had shared after Tsonia had bought rounds for the bar and left them to their own devices for a night. But Joras once again had eyes only for his muse. Ambrose sighed.Joras was too fixated on capturing every move Tsonia made. He would follow her blindly into the blackest pits of Hell. Someone had to make sure he wouldn’t find a miserable end in her company. And if she was willing to blindly dive into the jungle, brave a tribe of murderous savages all in the name of claiming a bounty on a demon-kisser, she would need all the help she could get.“Is this true, Captain?" Asked Montu tossing a glance at Sethos. "Are we still hunting Kelgore?”“Tyrant’s Blade is but a shattered wreck on the beach,” Ambrose replied. “I am your captain no more. You are free to do as you wish, but I invite you to accompany us as a fellow brother of the sea. Together, we can brave whatever this unknown land may throw at us.”Montu offered a wide grin. “Then you’ll be happy to know that Sethos and I have become brothers as well.” He raised his hand, showing a fresh cut in his palm. “I trust Sethos with my life, cap-, Ambrose.”The Xhastrian did the same. “No man or beast can tear us apart now,” Sethos said. “Where my brother Montu goes, I go.”“Even if it puts you at odds with your former master, Kelgore?" Joras asked.Sethos spat on the ground and turned, showing ghastly burn marks on his back. "This is how he treats his soldiers when in a foul mood,” the sailor growled. “I served him loyally from the beginning, but when his eye fell on a whore I was with, this is what I got for not wanting to share. He tore a poker from a fireplace and used it on my back. Kelgore can rot in the Pits for all I care!”“Why did you sail with him, even after what he did?” Joras asked, pity and dread in equal measure in his voice.“The only other choice was to be left behind in the fishing village we’d just despoiled,” Sethos answered with neither pride nor contrition in his voice.“Kelgore will answer for his crimes,” Tsonia vowed, rifling through the chest and picking up an axe. Grim determination flared in her steely gaze. “Let us take only as many weapons and gear as we can easily carry and be off. The sooner we find him, the sooner justice can be done!”The prints of Kelgore’s sturdy boots had vanished at the spring, replaced by signs of dragging, and the clawed footprints of the natives. Tsonia concluded that Kelgore had been drugged and carried off. Sethos wasn’t much of a woodsman but he recognized the broken leaves and the scuffed earth when the signs were pointed out to him.The small group, now armed with swords, daggers, axes and a spade, left the glade behind, following what appeared to be a hunting trail. Branches had been carved away, foliage had been cleared and the occasional snare had been set.“How kind of the natives to provide for us,” the red-haired woman called Tsonia chuckled, pulling a small, furry carcass from one such snare. “We won’t go hungry tonight.” She tucked the carcass into her makeshift pack and tightened the vines holding their meager possessions together.Tsonia led the party in single file, followed by the well-dressed northerner and the injured Ambrose in the middle. Sethos, bringing up the rear behind Montu, wasn’t quite sure what to make of his new companions. Montu’s former captain was preoccupied by something, probably his injury. The northerner called Joras seemed too milky to be a mercenary, and yet Montu and Ambrose both seemed to defer to him.They followed a meandering trail through the claustrophobic jungle. The dense foliage pressed in on them from all sides, and seemed to swallow their words. It was hard to hear Montu even just in front of him, let alone any of the others further up the line. Despite the hum of insects, the caterwauling cries of birds and monkeys, and the ceaseless drumming that seemed to surround them, Sethos found the jungle eerily quiet and still. He was a sailor, and used to the open expanse of the sea and the chatter of other sailors.“So that’s the infamous 'Red Tsonia’, is it?” Sethos asked, just to hear something other than the drums. “I heard she stalked the Beast of Bral for three months across the Wastes of Cairn and carried its hide back to Baron Septimus as a wedding dowry, then refused to marry him.”Montu laughed. “We played that game the first two days she was aboard. Someone would repeat some outlandish tale they’d heard of Tsonia’s exploits, she’d claim it was all true, and then her man Joras would set the record straight.”There was no response from further up the line so Sethos let the conversation end there. The confined bowels of the jungle unnerved him. He was certain Montu and Ambrose had to feel the same.Ahead, Tsonia called a stop. The trail they had followed intersected another and they could find no track or sign that made for an obvious choice.“Do we ask Shala?” Ambrose suggested, and Sethos’s ears perked up“What do you know of Shala?” he asked. “Does she still live, as well as Kelgore?”“Live’ is perhaps too generous a term,” Joras answered. “But by some sorcery, she’s not exactly dead yet, either.”Tsonia rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she sighed. “I suppose the old witch’s opinion is marginally better than a coin toss.” She set the pack on the ground and to Sethos’s horror, pulled out a severed head by its hair. He recognized her visage immediately as her malevolent gaze fell on each member of the party. Shala growled, her anger obvious despite the piece of driftwood between her teeth.“You have something useful to say, perhaps?” Tsonia removed the wood.“Insolent whore!" Shala spat. "How dare you cram-”Snarling, Tsonia rammed the wood back between the head’s teeth. “Oh, not enjoying the company?” she snapped. "Too bad. We only have this one pack and you’re sharing with our dinner.“ Shala replied with another growl and a hate-filled glare before Tsonia tied the vines again and tossed the pack over her shoulder."It’s dangerous to keep that thing,” Sethos warned. “If you can’t burn it to ash, you should smash it to a pulp.”“It may yet prove useful,” argued Ambrose. “We may need her magic to get home.”“They hurt you, didn’t they?” Joras asked softly. “Kelgore and his witch, I mean.”Sethos stood silent for a moment. The men who sailed the sea had a code, and he was loath to speak ill of any man he’d sailed with. And sailing with Kelgore had been hugely profitable for a time. But he had seen things that haunted him. Things he hoped no man would ever see again. Sethos glanced at Montu. His blood brother nodded.“Kelgore can seize the minds of others,” Sethos murmured at last. “It’s those black eyes of his. When you look into those eyes, he steals your will and your memories both. He turns you to his cause whether you wish to do his bidding or not. I have seen Kelgore compel strong men to slice the throats of their own children, or to throw themselves into the sea and just let themselves drown rather than try to swim.”“And after, you have no memory of what you have done,” Tsonia added quietly.“Yes!” agreed Sethos, looking up with a start. “You’ve seen it! You’ve seen this power he wields.”“I’ve seen it,” she agreed, wiping her hand across her mouth. “Which is why he must die, But first we must find him. Very well, if we can see no reason to choose one path over another, then I suggest,”Sethos couldn’t say where the violent eruption of fur and foliage came from. Before he was even aware of it, the whole party was knocked asunder in a chaotic frenzy of violence. As a massive beast tore through their midst, he saw flashes of teeth as long as his cutlass, claws like knives, fur striped brown and white like the sun-dappled jungle floor. And then just as quickly it was gone.“Ambrose! It got Ambrose!” Montu shouted as he clambered to his feet. In a flash of fiery hair, Tsonia was already plunging headlong into the thicket.Sethos sprang up, drew his sword, and followed his blood brother in pursuit with the man Joras close behind carrying the pack. If Sethos had found the winding trail claustrophobic, this wild boscage was worse. Leaves and branches assailed him as he tore heedlessly through the dense undergrowth. Somewhere ahead, Ambrose screamed for help.Montu hacked away a branch and Sethos did likewise, just in time to see the mail-clad mercenary let fly her axe on the run. The spinning blade vanished into the brush, but a monstrous squeal of pain told them it had found its mark.“It bleeds now!” Tsonia called, without breaking her stride, and only a few yards later, Sethos saw the splatter of crimson against the leaves and the crooked path it wove through the jungle.The beast fled like a coursed hare, skirting this way and that, but Tsonia doggedly held its trail and the three men followed in her verdant wake. Suddenly the ground dropped away and Sethos found himself skidding and sliding down the embankment of a deep ravine in a cloud of dry forest litter. As he scrambled to arrest his perilous descent, he finally caught sight of their quarry ahead.Its long, sinuous body was like that of a great weasel or otter, but the fangs that grew from its jaw reminded Sethos more of the great bloated tusk-seals he had seen in the frozen north. It held Ambrose in its maw, secure behind those fearsome teeth. The man struggled still, but before Sethos could guess at Ambrose’s fate, the beast had scrambled away around a bend in the ravine.“It’s trapped itself!” shouted Tsonia. "Hurry! Before it finds purchase to climb out again!“Sethos found it easier to follow the rocky gorge at speed. In the dim depths, the brush was not so dense, and he frequently spotted their prey trying in vain to escape back to the jungle coverage above. But the chasm narrowed. Sethos caught glimpses of Ambrose tucking himself tightly around the great saber-toothed snout to avoid being battered against the steeply sloping walls.Cornered by the contracting ravine, the great beast made one last desperate attempt to climb to its freedom, claws scrabbling against the loose dirt and mulch, Tsonia’s axe still lodged in its flank. Failing, it floundered back to the bottom and turned on its pursuers, hissing.Ambrose pounded the brute’s snout with his fists, but the creature shook him violently until Ambrose was forced to relent. He seemed to almost slump in the beast’s jaws, as if his very strength drained away."Stand your ground here and don’t let it flee,” Tsonia warned. Montu and Sethos flanked the warrior, swords at the ready, penning the great creature in. “It will have to drop Ambrose if it wants to fight.”“Here,” offered Sethos, "Take my blade.“With his blade in hand, Tsonia charged the beast, dropping low at the last moment to avoid a swipe of its giant paw. It was evident to Sethos that she sought to attack the monster’s flank and avoid any strike that might injure Ambrose, but the beast was too nimble, its long body turning and shifting and always keeping its snarling gaze on its foe.A distraction was called for."Montu, my brother, stand ready if it should flee,” Sethos instructed as he knelt down to pick up a pair of good-sized stones from those scattered at his feet. “Joras, help me draw its attention, To the left, ready?”“Yes, I see,” Joras confirmed, laying aside his pack and spade and picking up a pair of stones as well.The pair let fly with their stones, pelting the great beast’s shoulder and ample side. It turned, growling at them, and with no hesitation, Tsonia seized her opening. The curved blade drew a gash along the creature’s right side. It was no killing blow, but Tsonia clearly had a more immediate goal. As Sethos and Joras rearmed themselves, Tsonia snatched the embedded axe from the creature’s hide, ripping it out with a gout of flesh and blood.The mighty beast screamed in agony, dropping Ambrose, and wheeled on its tormentor with ivory blades. As Sethos and Joras let fly a second volley, Tsonia hacked at its tusk with the axe and drew a slash across the giant weasel’s flaring snout.The creature recoiled in pain, and decided it had had enough.Charging like a coiled spring the creature burst past Montu, who set his blade and raked the beast’s long flank as it passed. Sethos and Joras could only press themselves flat against the walls of the canyon to avoid being smashed by the careening hulk as it fled.“I am beginning to hate this place,” Ambrose quipped as Joras helped him to his feet. He was shaken, battered and scratched, but not seriously harmed. Sethos supposed the giant saber-toothed weasel had meant to carry Ambrose back to feed to its young.“The trails are far behind us now,” Tsonia observed, “and I don’t like our chances of finding our way back. I suggest that if we cannot track Kelgore, we make for high ground and get the lay of the land. Perhaps we can spot something useful.”This course of action sounded reasonable. Sethos and Montu nodded their agreement.“That sounds like quite a climb,” Joras objected. “Perhaps we should call it a day and let Ambrose rest. We only have a few hours of daylight left to find shelter.”Reluctantly their fire-haired leader agreed. “Let’s at least find a way out of this ravine then. I don’t want to get caught in a flood if there’s rain.”Ambrose had managed to spark a fire while the others scavenged in the gloaming twilight. The worst of his wounds had been swaddled in bright orange bandages torn from Joras’s cloak. The crude lean-to that Montu and Sethos had built had kept most of the brief rain off of him, but he was still damp and sweaty and miserable. His tunic dried by the fire as he fed damp punk wood into the flames.In the distance, the drums continued, and not for the first time, Ambrose wished they would stop. He considered unbinding the old witch’s head, just to have a voice to listen to other than the incessant beat of the drums. He was sure that sound would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his days.Before Ambrose’s misery could drive him to foolishness, Montu emerged, hacking through the foliage with his sword.“Well done keeping this fire alight through the rain,” Montu called. “The smell of smoke led us right back to you.”“We’ll not go hungry tonight, at least,” called Sethos from behind Montu. He held up a pair of large birds by their feet.“I’m glad you’re back before dark,” Ambrose replied without standing. “Come and dry those wet clothes by the fire. I’m worried about what rot and disease might find us without good, healthy sea air.”“The humidity is bothersome, isn’t it?” agreed Montu, removing his tunic and spreading it out to dry in the fire’s smokey heat. Sethos crawled into the lean-to in search of a knife to butcher their meat. “The drums are bothersome, too,” he added.“Did you spot a drummer, like you hoped?”“No,” Montu shook his head. “No sign of man nor beast-man. The drums fell silent as we approached. They’re watching us, I think.”“Of course they’re watching us,” Ambrose snapped. "But why? That’s the question.“"Perhaps they fear this,” Sethos said, emerging from the lean-to with the witch’s severed head in his hands.“Put that back!" Ambrose growled. Shala’s eyes locked on his and he felt for a moment as if his very soul shriveled under her gaze. He turned away. "I don’t want to look at her.”“Then we should cast it into your fire and be rid of it,” Sethos argued.“She claims her magic can bring us home,” Ambrose objected.“And you believe her?” Montu asked, snatching the grotesque thing from Sethos, holding it at eye level and staring defiantly into Shala’s scowl.“I don’t know,” Ambrose answered, his eyes fixed on the throbbing heart of the campfire. “I don’t want to, but I fear there may be no alternative, I don’t want to die here, But I’m sure there would be a terrible price for her help.”“Let’s ask her then!” Montu proposed with a laugh. “Tell us old woman, what would it cost us for your magic to take us all home?” He began to unfasten the gag that held Shala in silence.“No, stop!” Sethos objected and reached to grab the witch’s head back from his blood-brother.Ambrose flinched at the sudden flurry of recklessness. Montu, balancing the head in one hand, tried to jerk it away with a good-natured laugh. For a moment they fumbled Shala’s severed head between them, and Ambrose pushed himself back away from their roughhousing, his injured hand throbbing with the memory of his own carelessness. It looked for a moment as if Montu would yield to his wiser brother, but then Sethos suddenly yanked his hand back, leaving Montu with the prize.“Shit! The bitch bit my finger!” he cried, shaking the pain from his injured hand. “She drew blood.”“Traitor! Deserter! Mutineer!” spat Shala, as Montu dropped her to the ground to save his own hands. "Addle-brained Turncoat! Pox-ridden bastard son of a drooling whore!“Sethos found the gag and pressed the wooden bit back between her teeth."Does it ever say anything useful, or just hurl insults?” Montu asked as he helped tightened the gag back in place.Ambrose thought about it. The witch had been more forthcoming after Tsonia had first recovered her. He wondered if perhaps her mind was beginning to rot. Of course, if he’d been bound up the way she had, he wouldn’t be in a very helpful mood either. He was still considering how to answer Montu’s question when his former shipmate looked up with a start.“Hullo!” called a familiar voice from out of the brush. “Ambrose?”“It’s Tsonia and Joras,” Montu hissed. “Put it back,” he urged Sethos, forcing the gagged witch into his blood-brother’s hands “Quick! Quick, put it back!”“Here,” called Ambrose as Sethos scurried inside. "This way.“"I wish you wouldn’t make such a racket,” Ambrose heard Tsonia admonish Joras as she hacked their way into the campsite.“I’m pretty sure everyone already knows right where we are,” Joras countered, gesturing to the ever-present drumming that surrounded them day and night. “Did you have any luck?”“Two fine birds for dinner,” replied Montu, standing up and drawing the eyes of the newcomers. Ambrose recognized the ploy and scooted over to block their view of Sethos and the lean-to. "How about you?“"Not so much I’m afraid,” Joras replied. "A pair of breadfruits and an armload of dry hanging deadwood for the fire.“"That’s alright then,” said Sethos, crawling back out of the lean-to with what Ambrose considered forced nonchalance. “We’ll eat well, dry our clothes and be on our way in the morning.”The next morning, the party left their camp site, bleary-eyed, short-tempered and hardly rested. At least they had a bellyful of food, to grant them energy for another sweat-drenched hike through tangled vines under the wide-brimmed, leafy canopy.Sethos slid down a tree. “The volcano is that way,” he said, pointing. “There is no sign of a trail through all this damned tree cover.”“It was much easier walking than having to hack our way through the undergrowth,” Ambrose complained, massaging his ankle.“Can you still walk?” Montu snapped. “Or should we carry you?”“I think I have a few more miles in me,” Ambrose said, pulling himself up to his full height again. “Let us find some fresh water and a more defensible position before we settle down for the night.”“I’ve seen a clearing not far from here,” Sethos said. “With any luck we might find a spring or a stream there.”Tsonia again took the lead and they set out, soon swallowed by the deep viridian shadows of the jungle. The men were growing testy. The maddening noise of wildlife and the rolling of the natives’ drums was even beginning to wear on her nerves. The air was hot and humid, almost as tiring as the act of marching through the gloom. The stench of rotting vegetation was all-encompassing.The ground, Tsonia noticed, thus far stable enough save for hidden vines and air roots poised to trip them up, became more and more soggy. Rivulets of water glinted, highlighted by the few errant shafts of late afternoon sun which managed to pierce the emerald canopy overhead.And then the endless gloom brightened as the jungle thinned ahead of them. The clearing was nigh!Tsonia stopped abruptly, causing Joras to nearly bump into her. The artist swayed to the side, a shocked yell tearing from his lips. Ahead, wound around a thick, spiked pole, someone had left a skeleton, its skull painted a ghastly red and the arms spread along a crossbeam.“What is this?” Joras gasped.“Seems to be some kind of totem,” Ambrose guessed, mopping thick beads of sweat off his forehead. “Maybe the natives use it to mark their territory?”“I wish they’d use signposts, like civilized people,” Joras muttered. "Gave me a righteous scare.“Tsonia crouched, her blade at hand, her eyes scouring the ground sucking at her feet. "No tracks. No sign of a worn path.”“Why put up this ghastly marker then?” Joras wondered.Ambrose examined the body. “What do the natives look like?” he wondered.“Large, monstrous. Heads which look more like animals than human,” Tsonia said. “Why do you ask?”“Don’t you see? There’s nothing monstrous about the skull. They must have found a human and put him here.”Tsonia traced her fingers over the skull, noticing the cracks and pits in the bone. “That’s too old and weather-beaten to be a fresh kill.”“So we’re not the first humans to maroon on these shores,” Joras said. “Maybe there is a settlement somewhere? And ships to take us back home?” His eyes gleamed with renewed hope, echoed by Montu and Sethos. The sailors slapped their shoulders in silent jubilation.“We need directions,” Tsonia admitted. “First we learn more about the lay of the land. Then we find the natives and Kelgore.”The warrior pushed past the grisly totem, resuming their trek. She had taken only a dozen steps when a guttural noise came from the pack.“Quiet you,” Tsonia snapped. The unliving witch inside answered with another growl. Whatever she wanted was turned into gibberish by the wood secured between her teeth.“Maybe we should find out what’s irking her,” Ambrose suggested.“I’ll not suffer more of her insults,” Tsonia growled. “I’ve had more than enough of that already.” She slapped the pack. “You only speak when spoken to, you hear?”A spiteful grunt was her answer. Satisfied with it, Tsonia headed towards the vestiges of daylight breaking through the gaps between the towering trees. Ambrose and Joras were right behind her.“Ishtar’s tits,” Tsonia cursed, stopping just shy of the last trees. “That’s not the kind of water we need.”Ambrose joined her, blinking at the radiance assaulting his eyes. The clearing was vast, and covered almost entirely in swampy, brackish water. Misshapen trees grew from tiny islands like mutilated appendages of a submerged giant. Like diaphanous clouds with vile intent, large swarms of bloodthirsty insects lazily drifted over the stagnant pool, their droning buzz heralding naught but agony should they find soft, exposed flesh. The first breeze they’d felt in hours greeted them, but it carried a hellish stench, like rank, rotting eggs.“Sulphur,” Joras said, indicating the distant volcano visible above the tree line at last. “The volcano’s influence must reach all the way here.”The pack groaned. There was the hair-raising sound of teeth scoring salt-encrusted wood.Tsonia grabbed the pack and held it at eye level, her gaze lancing into one of Shala’s eyes, barely visible behind a clump of rodent fur. “I’ve had it with your noises, woman,” she hissed. “One more gasp, growl or moan and I’ll toss you into the depths of the swamp. Do you understand?”A noise, almost a word, made it past the gag. Tsonia tossed the pack over her shoulder again. “Good.”She cast a long, troubled gaze around the swamp and tried to judge the distance to the volcano’s rising foothills on the far side. The plume of smoke rising into the evening sky seemed almost sinister in the fading light of dusk.“Crossing this pit will be slow and messy. Who knows what kind of beasts are lurking under the surface.” She scowled at a swarm of insects drifting close. “And I don’t fancy being bitten by those bloodsuckers. Even if it takes us longer, we should walk along the edge.”The sun had long ago fallen below the horizon and still they trudged along the edge of the swamp, looking for a spot of dry land to set up camp. They came across another totem, this one built from human bones as well and still, their purpose eluded them. Exhausted, tired and riddled with insect bites, they struggled on.Montu cast uneasy glances to the side, noting the strange lights flickering under the surface of the swamp and the thick fog obscuring their already limited vision.He had been born and raised in the Green Cities, surrounded by endless deserts. The jungle, the swamp, all teeming with murderous life, was utterly alien to him. He didn’t know if swamps were supposed to glow like that. He glanced towards his blood brother Sethos, but the Xhastrian seemed as uneasy as he was, grasping the heft of his axe with white-knuckled intensity. The captain, no, Ambrose!, cursed and stumbled, the treacherous ground grasping his already weakened leg. Joras easily caught and steadied him.“If we don’t find a safe place soon, this swamp will be my grave,” Ambrose grumbled.A hollow groan answered him, loud enough to be heard over the ever-rumbling drums. And then another. And a third.Montu raised his sword and cast his gaze about. The sounds had come from the swamp, but try as he might, he didn’t spot anything awry.Tsonia, blade in hand, whirled on her heel. “This is not the time for idle jests!” she snapped.There was a strange, sucking noise, of something being dragged across the muddy ground. Montu caught movement at the edge of his vision. There, cast in sharp relief against the sickening glow of the swamp, he saw an arm rise and fall, hand curled into a claw. The arm ended in a body crawling along the ground. Sightless, milky eyes rolled in a devastated skull, the jaw frantically snapping.Another shape shambled close, this one’s rotted limbs swaying in an unsteady gait. And there were yet more, rising from the swamp, dozens of unliving nightmares coming to haunt the living.“Away from the water,” Tsonia ordered. "Before they cut off every escape!“"If it’s not too late already,” Sethos growled, swinging his axe. “They’re everywhere!” The heavy blade split a skull like rotted kindling. Still, a clawed hand grazed the Xhastrian’s shoulder as the body crumpled, tearing a gash into his dark skin. Montu swung his sword as well, beheading the crawler at his feet. Ambrose, Tsonia and even Joras swung sword and axe and spade, trying to stem the tide of shambling bodies slowly, inexorably encircling them.A hand closed around Montu’s ankle, sharp, filthy claws digging into his skin. He stumbled backwards, escaping the second hand slicing downwards by sheer dumb luck. The headless body at his feet still writhed, still sought to tear him apart. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Montu bent low and tore the clammy hand from his leg. Sethos’ axe came down, shattering the undead thing’s spine. At last, the body stopped moving.“Thank you, brother,” Montu said.Sethos gasped in protest. Hot blood fountained, spattering across Montu’s face and chest. Another corpse grasped Sethos from behind, claws like iron vises around the Xhastrian’s arms, teeth tearing at soft tissue. The Xhastrian moaned and staggered, trying to dislodge the monster frantically gnawing at his throat. The axe fell from his fingers.Montu used the heavy pommel of his sword, slamming it into the stinking head until the thing stopped tearing at Sethos’s neck. His blood brother was alive, just, his breath a sick, wet gurgling.“No, don’t die,” Montu whispered.Sethos raised his hand, a flick of a gesture to the rear.Before Montu could turn, a heavy weight fell on him from behind, toppling him onto the gasping Sethos. Razor-like claws tore into Montu’s back, sharp teeth sunk into his calves and shoulders. More and more bodies piled onto him, robbing him of the air to scream for help.Whimpering helplessly, his face caked in his brother’s blood, Montu died, torn asunder by the ravenous horde.T'pek shook his head. The fools had left the trails and ignored the totems. Every whelp of the tribe knew to give the red bones a wide berth. The elders had the grisly warnings placed for a reason after all. The swamp was forbidden, the final resting place of all convicted criminals, be they tribesmen or outsiders. Only, ever since they had tossed that witch into it years ago, the corpses would not stay dead. His keen eyes easily pierced the gloom and his nostrils caught the rancid stench of the swamp-borne dead as they poured from the waters.He had seen the dead walk twice, once as a dare when he still was a stupid, reckless whelp and now for a second time, while watching these curious outsiders blunder through the Hunting Grounds. While the other members of his hunting party couldn’t wait to boast of their catch in front of the females and elders, T'pek knew that patience would bring much greater gain.And unlike his younger kin, he knew a few words of the outsider tongue, gleaned from the flamboyantly clad traders who had come to the village once and never left or those lost souls that had been picked off the beach over the years.He would challenge this fire-headed female in her own tongue. She would accept, and then she would yield to him once beaten. His pack mates had been younger and quicker, but T'pek was a shrewd old hunter, invisible unless he wanted to be seen and gifted with years of experience.There was a distinct stirring from his loins. That fire-headed female was strong and fierce. Other hunters would scoff at her lack of caution the mighty jungle demanded, but T'pek had seen her grow and adapt already. Not even her lack of fur dampened his lust for her. She would give birth to powerful whelps and he would make sure she would do so often. To make his heated wish come true, T'pek needed to throw the ravenous dead off her trail first.From his perch in a holy kalupa tree, he spotted one of the thick-skinned swamp dwellers, docile plant-eaters renowned for their tender meat and fierce tempers once angered. Their fragrant blood made for good bait and he knew they would run away from any danger.T'pek pulled a sharp-edged sling stone from his pouch, a serrated, triangular flint perfect for piercing thick hide and cracking skulls. He nestled the projectile into his sling and, easily balancing on the thick branch he’d been sitting on, let fly. The jagged missile hit the swamp-dweller’s arse, carving a deep gash into its hide. Braying madly, the ponderous beast thundered forwards, blood mingling with water.T'pek bared his teeth in a feral grin. He could see the dead horde falter, the stragglers swerving to track the fresh bait. More and more stumbled back into the swamp, eager to latch on to the fresh source of blood like the wicked snapperfish infesting the White River which had torn apart his first mate.If she was as strong as he hoped, the fire-headed female would now be able to make a clean break from the dead.He settled back on his haunches and resumed his vigil. The hunt was far from over.To be continued in Part 3.By Blind_Justice & Loqui Sordida for Literotica.

Shat The Movies power couple Carlos and Natasha were kind enough to gift the Shat Crew three film commissions of our choice. So we  used the first to fill a glaring omission in the Pantheon of Shat: "Legend." Nursing a "Hawk The Slayer" hangover, Ash was a bit worried venturing back into her beloved fantasy genre, but she quickly discovered Legend's production value was top-notch. Gene was impressed with dwarven heroics, and Big D felt like he was having a bad acid trip. But all three Shat hosts agreed on three things: Tom Cruise looked ridiculous, Ridley Scott builds incredible worlds, and Tim Curry is a god. In this episode, your hosts discuss the difference between alicorn, unicorn and Pegasus while plunging into less critical questions, including: Why does Jack abandon his loot? Was the enchanted dress all that enchanting? How long is too long to play Frisbee with metal platters? Are goth girls dirty, sexy or both? Did Darkness deserve banishment? And which version of "Legend" is the right one to watch? Android: https://shatpod.com/android Apple: https://shatpod.com/apple All: https://shatpod.com/subscribe CONTACT Email: hosts@shatpod.com Website: https://shatpod.com/movies Leave a Voicemail: Web: https://shatpod.com/voicemail Leave a Voicemail: Call: (914) 719-7428 SUPPORT THE PODCAST Donate or Commission: https://shatpod.com/support Shop Merchandise: https://shatpod.com/shop Theme Song - Die Hard by Guyz Nite: https://www.facebook.com/guyznite

LENGJAN - THULE - SESSION CRAFT BAR - DOMINO'S - PRÓTÍN.IS - R3 RÁÐGJÖF OG BÓKHALD Benjamin, the Dove kom út og veitingamaður í miðbæ Reykjavíkur barðist í bökkum við að fullnægja kúnnum sínum á þá vegu sem þeir ætluðu. Á sama tíma hafa skin og skúrir aldrei komið og farið jafn oft hjá einum manni og Ásgeiri Elíassyni þrátt fyrir metfjölda af tengiliðum í bakvörðum og Þorgeir Ástvaldsson með myndavélina í andlitinu á honum allan leikinn fyrir hönd VISAsport. Við krufðum það hvernig POX kom til landsins og viljum fá að vita meira um skemmtistaðina Síbería og Ingólfskaffi. Ásgeir lét undan þrýstingi og setti lyfjafræðing í vörnina eftir nákvæmar skallaæfingar. Under the Solna Sun þar sem Ravelli blindaðist. Svona var Ísland 94'96. Dæliði í Thule leiðréttingahornið, takk!

Welcome back to the fantastical city of Notobe. Join your three ultra-competent heroes as they complete the mind-bending trials of the great wizard Jinzo! Then, witness Chad, Bud and Farum learn about their pre-determined connection to a great threat looming over both Ahnemeh and Tokyo. Will they embrace the hero lifestyle with haste? Or will they stop in a Tavern first to club rats and have sex with turtles? I'll let you find out!   Talking Points: The Pizza Prophet; Mocking The Blacksmith; Losing Your Virginity to Franklin; Super inappropriate News Casters Intro/Outro: Down With The King (8-bit)/Orbit by Good Kid Transition Music: Witches (8-bit); Faster (8-bit); Everything Everything (8-bit); Pox (8-bit); Drifting. All by Good Kid

In this episode we return to a former subject of this podcast, Cotton Mather and tear another chapter from his life story. We first met Cotton in the episode, A Pox to You, where Cotton was the voice of reason, the man of science who stood up to superstitious misgivings and disinformation. He was, not to put too finer point on it, the hero of that story. So how does our man of science and reasoning acquit himself at the Salem Witch Trials? Spoiler alert. Not good. This episode features special guest star appearances from Richard Mather, John Cotton, Harvard University, Doogie Howser, Anne ‘Goody' Glover, Martha Goodwin, Thomas Oakes, Abigail Williams, Elizabeth Parris, Massachusetts, Ann Putnam Jr, Arthur Miller, The Crucible, Susanna Wallcott, Doctor Griggs, George Burroughs, Robert Calef, William Phips, Dorothy Good, Sarah Good, Margret Atwood, Handmaid's Tale, Peter Miller, Samuel Sewell and Danvers. Sauceshttps://salem.lib.virginia.edu/people/c_mather.htmlhttps://famous-trials.com/salem/2037-sal-bmathttps://famous-trials.com/salem/2075-asal-chhttps://thehistoryjunkie.com/cotton-mather-and-the-salem-witch-trials/ https://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A50139.0001.001/1:1?rgn=div1;view=fulltexthttps://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A70086.0001.001/1:9.1?rgn=div2;view=fulltexthttps://salem.lib.virginia.edu/letters/to_richards1.html

had a very full week! feeling content and sleepy.DOWNLOAD/STREAM RECORDING00:00 (intro by omar)00:20 Deeper "Run" Auto-Pain02:40 Boys Age "Divergence" Mugen-Entei04:57 The Beauticians "Donna" Beauticians08:10 Jordana "Jackie’s 15" Classical Notions of Happiness11:27 nervesandgel "all alone" until the end of time15:12 Snowy Band "Never Change" Audio Commentary19:50 Flexure "Honey Eyes" World Alone21:34 DOOMSQUAD "Sleeping Buffalo" Spandrels Vol 225:52 Private Life "Deign Cook" Demo 202028:02 coastal car "acrobat" four/fore/for32:02 Half Waif "Siren" The Caretaker35:16 Kolb "To Hear It From You" Creative Destruction37:25 Margaret Glaspy "So Wrong It’s Right" Devotion40:41 Gentleman Surfer "Herc Bags" Point Bag44:22 Liquids "Goin Down The Tubes" nervous sessions45:49 Eminem "crawl space" football47:01 Dirty Limbs "Space Re-entry" 248:33 Grendel’s Mother "The Savoy" Grendel’s Mother51:19 Ronnie Rogers "Lil Peep" Won’t Make It Out53:48 big blood "Pox" Do You Wanna Have A Skeleton Dream?

Chapters cont... 4. Dysentery  5. Typhoid & Cholera  6. Yellow Fever, Typhus and Malaria  7. Small Pox  8. Aids to Covid  ps Biological WarfareThe second and concluding part to our dive into the story of Contagion.Mankind has defeated all comers in the struggles we have had with the animal kingdom – no sabre-tooth tiger, crocodile or shark has been able to stall the Ascent of man … except perhaps our microscopic competitors; pathogens in the form of a virus, bacteria or God forbid, fungus.  Throughout our history these miniscule machines of death have destroyed huge numbers of people across the planet.  And we, humans, seem to positively encourage their many successes with our move to urbanisation, our migrations, our wars.  Pestilence and plague seem to follow our every geopolitical convulsion.  These crafty pathogens find any convenient vector to invade our fragile bodies – they are in the water we drink, the food we eat, the air we breath.From the distant past to the present day ‘Plagues' have been sawing at the trunk of human progress:  in this episode we take a tour through their greatest hits.  Pity the poor Pangolin.so it goes,Tom Assheton and James Jackson See also:YouTube: BloodyViolentHistoryhttps://www.instagram.com/bloodyviolenthistory/https://www.jamesjacksonbooks.comhttps://www.tomtom.co.uk If you enjoy the podcast, would you please leave a short review on Apple Podcasts/iTunes, Spotify or Google Podcast App? It takes less than 60 seconds, and it really helps to spread the wordSee https://simplecast.com/privacy/ for privacy information

NamorCosplay returns to PoX to discuss SDCC, the Marvel Becoming Contest, Guardians of the Galaxy 3, and upcoming cosplays!

In this podcast we are gonna face some fears. Does it give you slight anxiety to post your content to socials? Are you sensitive about your art? What happened to monkey Pox, and were you as scared as I was at the prospect of all of those proposed bumps on your skin? Is God scary or Nah? All that in more so just sit back relax and enjoy the show. (2 Timothy 1:7)

We are joined by the magnificent Alicyn Packard whose work as an artist has touched nearly all genres of entertainment. You might know her as Roze from Call of Duty, Josh from the new Rugrats, The voice of the female Blood Elf in World of Warcraft, Jibanyan in Yo-Kai Watch, Toodles in The Tom and Jerry Show and so much more! Her podcast Alicyn's Wonderland is another fantastic resource for all things VO and I highly recommend all fans of PoX add it to their playlists!  @alicynswonderland  Instagram.com/Alicyn Become a Paid Subscriber on Spotify: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/sh... * For 15% OFF your subscription to Voice123 visit: *https://www.Voice123.com/plans/pox ----------------------------------- Please subscribe and follow us on all social media and enable notifications on all podcast platforms! https://www.PointsofeXperiencePodcast... ----------------------------------- Questions? Email info@pointsofexperiencepodcast.com Instagram: https://www.Instagram.com/PoXPodcast Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/PoXPodcast Facebook: https://www.Facebook.com/PoxPodcast TikTok: https://www.TikTok.com/@PointsofeXper... ---------------------------------------- Original Music by: SkaneMusic - https://www.instagram.com/skane.music/1 Edited by: Keith "Neku" Lawson - https://twitter.com/OzmaNeku

Sports with Rod 6-12-2023 …We almost had a Boxing Match ...That is a lot of grunting …Canadian Security Guard Slams Canadian Golf into the Ground …Tom Brady shot down a drone over the ocean with a football …Watch out for the Worcester Red Pox (yes, Pox)

Couldn't think of two better people to celebrate the 50th episode and ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY of PoX with than Yong Yea and Ryan Colt Levy. Two of the most genuinely amazing people I've had the privilege to call friends, and sensational talents in the industry. Seeing Yong dominate as Pucci in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Stone Ocean has been so satisfying and Ryan makes my brain explode as Denji in Chainsaw Man with his undeniable emotional range, truly makes me inspired to work hard every single day. Enjoy our chat and catchup here on the 50th episode to reach in universe on PoX! Become a Paid Subscriber on Spotify: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/poxpodcast/subscribe Support from our Sponsors: ---------------------------------------- * For 15% OFF your subscription to Voice123 visit: * https://www.Voice123.com/plans/pox * FREE SHIPPING on all TURTLE BEACH / NEAT MICROPHONE orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14299609 * FREE SHIPPING on all ROCCAT orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14525775 * For 10% off VOICE STRAW visit the link below! * https://voicestraw.com/discount/POX10?ref=c33e2x1zok * For 10% off RIVERSIDE.FM SUBSCRIPTION visit the link below! * https://riverside.fm/?utm_campaign=campaign_1&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_source=rewardful&via=Pox ----------------------------------- Please subscribe and follow us on all social media and enable notifications on all podcast platforms! https://www.PointsofeXperiencePodcast.com ----------------------------------- Questions? Email Info@pointsofexperiencepodcast.com Instagram: https://www.Instagram.com/PoXPodcast Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/PoXPodcast Facebook: https://www.Facebook.com/PoxPodcast TikTok: https://www.TikTok.com/@PointsofeXperience ---------------------------------------- Original Music by: SkaneMusic - https://www.instagram.com/skane.music/ Edited by: Keith "Neku" Lawson - https://twitter.com/OzmaNeku

Today we discuss the impact of current rumours that there may be a new policy of exclusion (POX) aimed at transgender individuals. LGBTQIA+ merchandise - https://www.celebratewithpride.com/ If you need support after todays discussion please reach out: Samaritans 116 123 (freephone) jo@samaritans.org samaritans.org --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jane-christie/message

Today we discuss the impact of current rumours that there may be a new policy of exclusion (POX) aimed at transgender individuals. LGBTQIA+ merchandise - https://www.celebratewithpride.com/ If you need support after todays discussion please reach out: Samaritans 116 123 (freephone) jo@samaritans.org samaritans.org --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jane-christie/message

Sean Chiplock is a national treasure in the world of Voice Acting. Sean has voiced hundreds of characters across all genres and is a true example of how hard work and dedication pay off. Sean has appeared in titles like Genshin Impact as Diluc, Nero in Final Fantasy VII Remake: Intergrade/Crisis Core, and Revali/The Great Deku Tree in The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild and that's only a fraction of his versatility. Join us for a conversation about how he got started and what is important to him in the VO industry, only on PoX! https://www.twitter.com/vasonicmega Become a Paid Subscriber: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/poxpodcast/subscribe Support from our Sponsors: ---------------------------------------- * For 15% OFF your subscription to Voice123 visit: * https://www.Voice123.com/plans/pox * FREE SHIPPING on all TURTLE BEACH / NEAT MICROPHONE orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14299609 * FREE SHIPPING on all ROCCAT orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14525775 * For 10% off VOICE STRAW visit the link below! * https://voicestraw.com/discount/POX10?ref=c33e2x1zok * For 10% off RIVERSIDE.FM SUBSCRIPTION visit the link below! * https://riverside.fm/?utm_campaign=campaign_1&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_source=rewardful&via=Pox ----------------------------------- Please subscribe and follow us on all social media and enable notifications on all podcast platforms! https://www.PointsofeXperiencePodcast.com ----------------------------------- Questions? Email Info@pointsofexperiencepodcast.com Instagram: https://www.Instagram.com/PoXPodcast Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/PoXPodcast Facebook: https://www.Facebook.com/PoxPodcast TikTok: https://www.TikTok.com/@PointsofeXperience ---------------------------------------- Original Music by: SkaneMusic - https://www.instagram.com/skane.music/ Edited by: Keith "Neku" Lawson - https://twitter.com/OzmaNeku

It's no mistake that you #GetMoreWithMoreira, as we so graciously did here on PoX. Robb Moreira, A name you are probably learning about these past few years, especially with voicing Mika in Genshin Impact, but Robb has been someone who's been on the grind of VO and acting for years. His story is one of patience and gratitude and I'm so lucky to have him on the show with us today! https://twitter.com/RobbMoreiraVO Support from our Sponsors: ---------------------------------------- * For 15% OFF your subscription to Voice123 visit: * https://www.Voice123.com/plans/pox * FREE SHIPPING on all TURTLE BEACH / NEAT MICROPHONE orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14299609 * FREE SHIPPING on all ROCCAT orders * https://www.dpbolvw.net/click-100595441-14525775 * For 10% off VOICE STRAW visit the link below! * https://voicestraw.com/discount/POX10?ref=c33e2x1zok * For 10% off RIVERSIDE.FM SUBSCRIPTION visit the link below! * https://riverside.fm/?utm_campaign=campaign_1&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_source=rewardful&via=Pox ----------------------------------- Please subscribe and follow us on all social media and enable notifications on all podcast platforms! https://www.PointsofeXperiencePodcast.com ----------------------------------- Questions? Email Info@pointsofexperiencepodcast.com Instagram: https://www.Instagram.com/PoXPodcast Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/PoXPodcast Facebook: https://www.Facebook.com/PoxPodcast TikTok: https://www.TikTok.com/@PointsofeXperience ---------------------------------------- Original Music by: SkaneMusic - https://www.instagram.com/skane.music/ Edited by: Keith "Neku" Lawson - https://twitter.com/OzmaNeku

Our new bff Shaun aka Latverian_Lad swings by the PoX treehouse! We chat all about NYCC, finding the confidence to cosplay, and Emma vs. Jean! Plus we play a few rounds of shag, marry, kill: X-MEN EDITION!

What a year 2022 was. Here is to a wonderfully amazing and inspiring 2023 from us at PoX. We hope to continue to bring you value each and every week with guests who are killing it in their fields. Thanks so much for your support

Wine: Solorio Family Wines 2014 Cabernet SauvignonBIO:Liz Hernandez is a Mexican American Emmy-nominated television personality and journalist. As a  former radio host and entertainment reporter for Access Hollywood, E! News and MTV, her career is  built on words, but no chapter is more meaningful than the one she is currently living with  WORDAFUL, a video and live event series that focuses on the importance of how we communicate  with others and ourselves. Through WORDAFUL, Liz created a new form of storytelling that she hopes will encourage and  connect us to the power of words. Liz believes we can create new realities for ourselves by changing  our internal and external dialogue, ones that support more meaningful relationships and lives. “Our  thoughts and words from yesterday are what make up our lives."Website: https://wordaful.comInstagramWordaful Instagram

Join Matt and Karan as we break down Stacks (STX)! We discuss its history, founding, and technicals in this wide ranging discussion. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Be sure to like and subscribe if you like our content! Follow us on Twitter and everywhere you get your podcasts below: Twitter: https://twitter.com/decentcryptopod YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWQQLP0GR5Hhk2VE5wW1-pg Matthew Blumberg: https://mobile.twitter.com/matt_blumberg Karan Karia: https://mobile.twitter.com/karankaria_ Podcast Links: https://linktr.ee/DecentCryptoPodcast -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Timestamps (00:00) Intro (01:40) Why does this exist? (05:00) History (09:37) Proof-of-transfer (PoX) (25:40) Clarity Programming Language (31:00) No native bitcoin on Stacks?!! (36:30) Stacks consensus mechanism (45:20) Bullish or bearish? (49:15) ZK rollups on bitcoin? --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/decentcryptopodcast/message

We are only a few days away from celebrating the Pox & Puss Podcast's 10th anniversary. So, in honor of that day, we bring you b-b-b-b-bonus content from In The Pines, where Pox talks about his 1998 thru-hike and the cast of fugitives and bandits he met along the way. During the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, GA, Eric Rudolph detonated a 100lbs pipe bomb in Centennial Park. One person was killed and 111 were injured. Three more bombs went off in the weeks and months following the Olympic bombing. What took place after that was an all-out manhunt along the Appalachian Trail and in the Nantahala Gorge. The FBI was looking for Rudolph as far away as the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. Pox Holiday was thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail in 1998, around the same time Eric Rudolph disappeared into the mountains for almost 7 years. Pox was even questioned by a member of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park because he looked like a fugitive. In this episode, you will hear untold stories about the search for a domestic terrorist and his accomplices that never made it into a newspaper article or a television report. _____________________________________________________________ Sources https://www.fbi.gov/history/famous-cases/eric-rudolph  https://www.smokymountainnews.com/news/item/27038-2003-the-end-of-eric-rudolph-s-run https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Rudolph https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centennial_Olympic_Park_bombing  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nantahala_School https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocoee_Whitewater_Center https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Kaczynski#Incarceration https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Jewell  https://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/national/longterm/rudolph/bio.htm https://www.blueridgeoutdoors.com/features/the-hunt-for-eric-rudolph/ https://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/fbi-probes-unabomber-connection-tylenol-killings/story?id=13638602 https://www.ourmidland.com/news/article/Eric-Rudolph-Timeline-7106329.php https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna7398701  https://history.capitolbroadcasting.com/media-assets/into-these-hills-documentary-about-the-hunt-for-eric-rudolph/ https://www.police1.com/police-heroes/articles/former-security-guard-richard-jewell-memorialized-a-hero-ivkeQ57uGKNAQuVw/ https://baxterstatepark.org/general-info/ https://www.operationmilitarykids.org/types-of-military-discharge/   

Caleb gives recommendations on a couple things to watch. We talk gambling,because of a recent trip to Winstar. A recent case of the Monkey Pox is brought up. We tackle a tough topic with which killer in a movie would you want to smoke with and more.

Ask Shelley 9-26-2022 …Can you get monkey Pox from a toilet seat? …Why do some card dealers wear green visors? …How many Foot Massage Gloryhole Offers did Shelley get?

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Arrested on misdemeanor marijuana charge… Pox death in U.S.? Homeless Megaplex in Chinatown Seattle… Emmys ratings… In Memoriam stumbles again… Lizzo was happy… Who Died Today: Ken Starr 76 / Jean-Luc Godard 91 / Ramsey Lewis 87… Assisted Suicide… Queen / King and Harry… DNA from rape kit is re-victimizing… 200 passengers re-screened after landing… Two women going to jail for plane fight… Pilot awesome during airdrop of nude pic… Railroad strike closer to happening…  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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ORN Dr. Jennifer Daniels show notes 8/22/22 Part ONE Monkey pox is taking chicken pox, herpes, and shingles rolled into one and just relabeling it. Is a collagen deficiency of the skin that shows up as wear and tear on the skin. Take 2-4 TB of gelatin made from cow's skin. The government is trying to establish the right to regulate your bedroom practices. Pox means blister on the skin. Has only been fatal when medical therapy was added to it. Juan asks for natural cures for psoriasis. Is the body trying to detox. Need more vegetables, more organic. Wash skin with shikakai power. Dizziness is from dehydration. Salt food heavily. Chronic Epstein Barr Virus doesn't have symptoms. Poop more. Low cholesterol – need liver. Takes 3 eggs to equal 8 ounces of liver. Ginger eye wash for 3 days – one eye is worse. Check dehydration and bowel movements. Increase collagen in diet. Fungal infection in toenails of big toes. Get toothbrush and brush toes with listerine or 5 drops of turpentine. Add listerine to footbath and soak. Recovered addict has lost motivation and focus. Add 8 ounce/day liver. Then bull testicles. Surthrival Pine Pollen on sale for one more week. RESTORE20 for 20% off. If the case in NY is polio, it means the vaccine doesn't work. Children in US have been fully vaccinated against polio since 1980. Oral vaccine has been documented to cause polio. Got rid of polio by separating drinking water from wastewater. Eliminating outhouses. Mother of person with dizziness calls in. Lymph node in head enlarged. He's already drinking 3 liters of water a day. Stop eating meat and meat products to clear out the system. Carotid artery feels like a whooshing in the head. Increase water. Decrease vigorous exercise because it's dehydrated her. Stay away from grass-fed beef, it's too lean. Apply castor oil to the area. Fat helps handle the protein in meat. Skin tags and moles in armpits. Means you're constipated. Apply castor oil thickly to the area daily. Eat more vegetables. Drink more. Apply Anbesol and clip the skin tag off. Best way to slim down? Increase water, increase bm, increase vegetables, walk more. Risk of bone fracture increased with vegetarian/vegan diet, being underweight. Listener asks about brands of shilajit. Shilajit from Russia Federation is good. They regulate it and certify it. Is known as a destroyer of weakness. Unknown quality from other countries. 10 year old son overweight with sleep disturbances. Stop any soy. Institute 2 days a week of fasting for the family. Feed 3 ounces of liver and a piece of bacon a day. Swish mouth with a salt solution to kill appetite. Man with spider veins. He needs pig ears. Maintain hydration. Man with depression. Start with liver, white rice, vegetables, cow brain, more water, heavy duty starch. 74 year old man with a service dog. Retired at 40 as a colonel. Agent orange exposure. Eat brain. How does a man dissolve blood clots? Had a filter installed in his leg for clots. Stop salmon oil, cut beef back to half, take ACV and cayenne pepper. Small red spots on upper torso. Liver is not filtering everything out. Simplify the diet. Get all food from butcher shop and produce dept. Increase poop output. Drink filtered or distilled water. Listener's acid reflux improved with Dr. Daniels' recommendation. How to dose ivermectin? Pill dose is body weight divided by 10. Tube is harder to dose. Can use it topically on a bug bite. One dose a year for maintenance. Don't dose any more frequently than once in 2 weeks. Once a month dose gets rid of sexually transmitted diseases.

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There's lots of fun etymology of creatures and a lot of fun etymology derived from creatures, and now it is gathered into this fun playalong quiz about animal etymologies! There's an interactive answer sheet at theallusionist.org/creaturequiz, plus more information about various animals and etymologies, and as always the full dictionary entry for the randomly selected word. And come to see the new live show Your Name Here in Aotearoa New Zealand this month of August 2022! Ticket links are at theallusionist.org/events, and everyone gets a special Allusionist pencil. Each! Sign up to be a patron at patreon.com/allusionist and not only are you supporting an independent podcast, you get patron-exclusive video livestreams and a Discord community full of language chat, crafts, pet pics and word games. The Allusionist's online home is theallusionist.org. Stay in touch at twitter.com/allusionistshow, facebook.com/allusionistshow and instagram.com/allusionistshow. The Allusionist is produced by me, Helen Zaltzman. The music is by Martin Austwick. Hear Martin's own songs via palebirdmusic.com. Our ad partner is Multitude. To sponsor the show, contact them at multitude.productions/ads. This episode is sponsored by: • Bombas, whose mission is to make the comfiest clothes ever, and match every item sold with an equal item donated. Go to bombas.com/allusionist to get 20% off your first purchase. • BetterHelp, online therapy with licensed professional counsellors. Allusionist listeners get 10% off your first month at betterhelp.com/allusionist. • Squarespace, your one-stop shop for building and running a sleek website. Go to squarespace.com/allusionist for a free 2-week trial, and get 10 percent off your first purchase of a website or domain with the code allusionist. Support the show: http://patreon.com/allusionistSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Monkey Pox is all over the news. The Czar called on an expert to tell us all that we need to know about The Pox. Dr. Stephen Mahoney joined the show. 

THE THESIS: There is a culture of the global elite and they know things we don't, because they do things we never would. In their world, there is a different morality (if one can call it a morality). In the last decade, the elites have decided to press their standards (if one can call them standards) down upon us. This is self-evident if people will simply walk through the top-down / bottom-up drive to make the remake the world in a pagan pleasure palace on one hand and a return to serfdom on the other.  THE SCRIPTURE & SCRIPTURAL RESOURCES:  Exodus 32: 1-14 32 When the people saw that Moses was so long in coming down from the mountain, they gathered around Aaron and said, “Come, make us gods[a] who will go before us. As for this fellow Moses who brought us up out of Egypt, we don't know what has happened to him.” 2 Aaron answered them, “Take off the gold earrings that your wives, your sons and your daughters are wearing, and bring them to me.” 3 So all the people took off their earrings and brought them to Aaron. 4 He took what they handed him and made it into an idol cast in the shape of a calf, fashioning it with a tool. Then they said, “These are your gods,[b] Israel, who brought you up out of Egypt.” 5 When Aaron saw this, he built an altar in front of the calf and announced, “Tomorrow there will be a festival to the Lord.” 6 So the next day the people rose early and sacrificed burnt offerings and presented fellowship offerings. Afterward they sat down to eat and drink and got up to indulge in revelry. 7 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Go down, because your people, whom you brought up out of Egypt, have become corrupt. 8 They have been quick to turn away from what I commanded them and have made themselves an idol cast in the shape of a calf. They have bowed down to it and sacrificed to it and have said, ‘These are your gods, Israel, who brought you up out of Egypt.' 9 “I have seen these people,” the Lord said to Moses, “and they are a stiff-necked people. 10 Now leave me alone so that my anger may burn against them and that I may destroy them. Then I will make you into a great nation.” 11 But Moses sought the favor of the Lord his God. “Lord,” he said, “why should your anger burn against your people, whom you brought out of Egypt with great power and a mighty hand? 12 Why should the Egyptians say, ‘It was with evil intent that he brought them out, to kill them in the mountains and to wipe them off the face of the earth'? Turn from your fierce anger; relent and do not bring disaster on your people. 13 Remember your servants Abraham, Isaac and Israel, to whom you swore by your own self: ‘I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and I will give your descendants all this land I promised them, and it will be their inheritance forever.'” 14 Then the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened. Luke 8:17 17 For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open. THE NEWS & COMMENT: The elites knew about Jeffrey Epstein [AUDIO] - Cindy McCain: “we all knew what he (Jeffrey Epstein) was doing.” . . . they knew about Harvey Weinstein [AUDIO] - Newsbusters' Christian Toto: “Will ‘She Said' Include How Hollywood Knew?” Why didn't they say anything? Because they live in a culture with power-dynamics as the organizing moral standard . . . meaning, there are no standards, there are moods.  [AUDIO] - They all SHOULD know what pedophiles on TikTok are doing The elites are driven by appetites. So are other people who are in slavery to sin. What pedophiles and wanna-be pedophiles and people unknowingly becoming drawn into the sickness of pedohillia do on that app--TickTock--should be more widely known. It is a distribution of these behaviors. . . .  they all know what ESG is doing How BlackRock Lost $1.7T of Clients' Money The elites are fully aware of the power of media, afterall, The Party cannot succeed without its Mockingbird Media. They all know the J6-TV event is scripted and staged and they like it that way: [AUDIO] - Chris Hayes on 1/6 hearings: "As a television practitioner -- it has been a tour de force of production." Stephen Colbert: "I think it's going to change how any congressional hearing is held to a standard...This is actually informative and interesting." Are the elites deeply concerned about our national security, then? No. Not if it's China. They global political and financial elites all know what the CCP is up to, but who are they to say it's wrong?  The Hawks Are Awfully Sheepish on China.; Where are the tub-thumping National Security experts now And, just like Fauci, Collins, Walensky, Gates, Birx and the Pharma Elite, the CCP knows exactly what the mRNA injections are about . . .  Two years in and the People's Republic will not touch mRNA. You think it's a coincidence that the country from which Sars-Cov-2 emerged has completely refused to use the shots that supposedly saved the West? “Doctor” Debbie Birx says she knew the injections wouldn't work as advertised. They all knew. How can I say that? Because I knew by reading their own paperwork.  [AUDIO] -  "I knew these vaccines were not going to protect against infection" The elites all know masking is ridiculous.  [AUDIO] - KJP and Dr. Jha are left essentially speechless when asked about Kamala Harris breaking CDC guidelines today. - they all know it's theater And yet, they are putting face diapers back on kids . . . Louisville, Kentucky is returning a mask mandate for its kids in schools. Absolute insanity. Even red state residents aren't safe from anti-science blue city insanity. - - - they all know this did nothing last time The elites are fully aware that Monkey Pox has been spreading through men who have sex with men. They knew it could be stopped if men stopped doing that for two weeks. But, they chose to do nothing. So . . . they will destroy billions of lives for their mRNA scheme, but won't ask people to stop having sex with random strangers for two weeks to stop the ‘Pox?  LANGUAGE WARNING: Why are governments using taxpayer dollars to purchase countless doses of the monkeypox vaccine when only so few people are affected by it? Why do we all have to pretend that everyone's gonna get it? -- they all know how Monkey Pox spreads and they all know they let men who have sex with men and then have sex with women spread this. They all know they refused to even suggest men stop having sex with eachother for two weeks.  And . . . given all of the above, they all know why they have to keep at least half the Country in the dark about what they--the elites--know.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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This week, Nikki and Pox dive into the 2013 disappearance of Appalachian Trail hiker, Geraldine "Inchworm" Largay. We also have our first guest: Puss In Boots from the Pox & Puss Podcast. Sources: https://www.centralmaine.com/2013/07/28/over-rugged-terrain-a-mystifying-hunt-for-missing-hiker/ https://www.pressherald.com/2016/05/25/report-geraldine-largay-kept-journal-during-weeks-lost-in-maine-woods/document/ https://www.warrendoyle.com/blog

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