John Constantine

If you understand taming as I do and if I do understand it as Prince did then taming is a process of transformation of a creature into yours creature. Taming a creature reduces its freedom because it creates a connection with your persona and connection means dependance, but in the same time it enforces the responsibility for the creature on you. Taming means time. Taming means shaping the creature into your own image. Taming is changing the creature in your own likeness. You are superior to your creatures but your creatures are part of you. They are the mirrors in which you reflect yourself. Even the act of sacrifice or destruction ("I did it just for the stats, I swear, officer!") is an act which reflects upon you. You can tame your creatures to be stronger, better adapted to encounters or you can just make them unprepared, weak and stagnated. A collar is a good representation of taming because it captures the hierarchical structure of the relationship between tamer and tamed. Time is not a sufficient condition for being tamed. It also requires a specific action which is intentionally stimulated by a master on a creature to benefit the master. There is a difference between being tamed and being a slave. Slave wants to become free from his miserable condition (of course if the slave is concious about his state) and actively or passively defies the master. The tamed one on the other hand wants to satisfy the master will for a gift to be returned (like increased level, upgrades! or even because of fear of being redundant and ultimately destroyed or punished). Master can enforce obedience by using force and or encouragement - it doesn't matter. The tamed creature allows to be tamed because it gets something in return.

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Very nice piece of art, dst. You have a talent. Btw raider, you said it can be a sculpt. Does the scalp technique also qualifies?

John Constantine (looking for team partner)

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I would like to nominate you Rophs for category: "most acurate and clear thread titles".* *no sarcasm, I swear!

Happy birthday Vertu.

So it looks like this the choice between the devil and the deep blue sea. The point is that if you want to learn something you need a teacher who know how to teach you, have a knowledge and you want this person as your mentor. But if there is no such teacher choosing first one from the list is pointless and I would even say - stupid. This quated argument is very poor argument. As Harry wisely noticed this is probably one of this features which were created and left behind.

I have read this discussions. And there is no answer for my question, only opinions. I just need a simple answer for a simple question.

I have encounter a problem. It is impossible to change who you are the adept of if you would like to choose no one*. In that case you get reply information: Unable to find this playername. Which leads to the point that you have to be an adept (if you have ever been even once an adept) of someone. The question is: what is the justification of this rule? In my point of view this obligation is completely pointless, because it forces you to become an adept even if you don't want to do that (now or in time, no matter). Conclusion: If there is an argumentation, please write it here (and after that it would be nice to transfer this thread to Q&A part of Forum or delete it if it won't be valuable). If there is none, I would like to change this option to not obligatory decision. *it's not about you No One ofc

Happy birthday (Husaria do boooju! :))

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You didn't read all the story yet. The place doesn't matter in that case and this is just the prologue, not the main history. I wouldn't post story which has no connection with MD, I know the rules so don't be hot-headed Harry, please. Golemus has nothing to do with that, Rophs. I can't add the picture, because of restrictions of hosting programmes (and the MD Forum restriction of 1 kb which makes adding an image pointless). I was inspired by blackrider idea of hell hound. I'm not professional writer and I don't expect it will be first class short story.

Hellhound[hr] A story of (not so ordinary) salvation in three Acts **** Prologue Act I: The Awakening Act II: Meeting at the Graveyard Act III: Crucial Duel Epilogue **** Story & Graphics by J.C. [hr] Prologue Excerpt from Mr. J. Diary. 12th of March I woke up early in that morning. I opened my eyes, but grim marble light from the swinging light bulb on the cellar blinded me and I had to closed them again. When glowing points disapeard I gave them a second chance. This time I made it. Tiny thought crossed through my brain – a good start. But thenI rised my head and I saw the view beneath the window’s glass. My garden. Once flourished and beatiful, a truly proud of my modest life. An old pine in the right corner of the square which always gave me a shadow in hot, sunny days. Than in row,a perfectly straight white roses bushes– like white pawns on the chess board. The center was the supremacy of all kinds of flowers: betony, nasturtium, asters and chicory. Small paths next to each raw of flowers. But now ... eveything’s changed. Paths gets angry and with mocking anger flowed over their ways. Roses lost their tempers and trying to bite neighbours necks, plaited each other and falled over the hedge. All other surrendered to wind and rain. That was the effect of yesterday’s storm which came late in the evening (which honestly doesn’t happen so often). I knew the explanation, but I should take it as a warning – an omen or invisible menace. But you have to forgive me – I never believed in old wives tales. It dulled my watchfulness. With feeling of grief in my heart I got dressed in my old and well-worn coat. Door scrunched when I pressed on them and at last I lead my steps toward the garden. Death is around me – I thought. It looks like some devil came to the garden to feast on my happiness and left only desolation behind. I crossed the path next to the roses and stood in front of pine. When I was walking to it I had a bad feeling – I supposed that it will be broken by wind and lightning. But the tree was standing tall as it was made from steel, a steadfastly figure in the devasted land. I steped forward and then – like a lightning bolt which strikes without a warning – I saw it. No, no it. I saw him. My dog. My dearest friend from the very begining after I moved home. The only one companion whom I have when I settled down in the small vilage in northern Scotland. For the few months after I came here I met no one whom I would call a friend. People in this parts are not direct and open – only the prejudiced and unfavourable stares. He was the only one to whom I could confide my sorrows and cares. Sometimes I fault him for being stolid but he always stand next to me no matter of my mood or daytime. And now he was dead. This word rang in my brain. For a few seconds I couldn’t focus my mind. I kneeled next to him and when I was trying to uplift the corpse I felt that something wet bowel of my hand. I excluded the possibility of knocking the dog down (my garden was far away from the nearest roadway and I didn’t think that anyone would like to take a trip in that weather). The most logical explenation was that he lost in the storm and died accordingly to exposure. I turned dogs head and I saw that my hand is wet from the blood. Deep, jagged wound crossed his neck. It looks like someone, or something, teared his throat apart. The muzzle was not gone for the burton. I took him in my hands and walked slowly to to the shed which was near the northern part of my garden. I kept there all the tools which I use for work in my garden. I took the rusty shovel and came out. *** The evening were inevitably coming. I saw the fog crawling at my doorstep. I sat on my battered armchair and looked through the window but the only thing wich I saw was darkness. Tired of bruising thoughts I started swinging on the chair. *** I do not remember when my eyes closed. And than ... he came to me. To be continued

[This is offtopic] I heard that some of you play Hearthstone. So do I. I thought it could be a good idea to add you to my friend list and observe your progression on the ladder (and maybe even your way to the Legend!). This is my BattleTag in all Blizzard games: Konstantyn#2841 If you would like to add me, feel free. You can also post in this thread your BattleTag. Currently I don't play any other B. game, but it is possible that I will join SC 2 in near future.

I recommend you Harrington, looks cool (only for titles, but nevertheless...) MagicDuel Adventure

Is that cup of tea "consant" object until it is consumed (I mean drunk of course) or it will disappear after some time like my sweet gone-with-the-wind tequllia? The second question is: do you have a tea with stronger aroma than aromatic tea (I don't know if that exist, that's why I ask).

@Rophs. No. It's a hit-and-miss delivery, you are lucky one if mr postman pull out from his bag the letter which was exactly for you. I'm sorry, it was ironic but your post made my day:)

Your nightmares are the symptoms of (stricly saying) MagicDuel Addiction Syndrome. I heard rumors that the cure exists, but as you can see we are still caught up in this dream.

Life is a wave. Live is -really - flowing with unbroken continuity.

Very nice article, Demon.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

No Orange? Than red for me:)