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Niekto by povedal, že najväčším hriechom je pýcha, a iný, že predsa ten, ktorý je neodpustiteľný. A iný zase, že neviera v boha. Ale ako sa hovorí, čo je boh pre neveriaceho?
V jednom príbehu povie majster žiakovi, že boh stvoril ateistov, aby ľudí naučil pravému súcitu. Že veriaci robí dobré skutky buď preto, aby dosiahol nejakú odmenu, alebo preto, aby sa vyhol trestu. Príbeh hovorí o tom, že ateista koná dobro pretože si myslí, že je to tak správne.
Je teda pýchou neveriť v boha? Je to hriech?
A nemalo by byť hriechom práve konanie dobra len z vypočítavosti?

Po raňajkách som sa zvykla motať v záhrade alebo pri psovi, kým nezaznelo kotko-kotko-dák! Vtedy moje srdce zaplesalo a letela som do kurína. Väčšinou som našla pekné, dohneda sfarbené, ešte teplé vajíčko.
Nie vždy.

"No, ktorá z vás to bola?" pýtala som sa sliepok, ktoré síce trkotali ostošesť, ale len tak nezáväzne, medzi sebou. "Do očí sa mi pozerajte."
Ale sliepky mali fasa deň, a keď som jednu schmatla, aby som ju pomojkala, tak na mňa zazerala, že som ju radšej pustila. Dotknuto sa otriasla a odcupitala pár krokov, než zase začala zobkať zvyšky žĺtku na zemi.

Trest? Nedostali kuracinu.

Milý denníček,

zase mám päťku z písomky. A potom, ako ich rozdal, ma vyvolal, že poď si to opraviť. To bolo ako ísť na popravu, akurát som tam len stála ako teľa všetkým na smeich. Aj ja som sa smiala, ale inak by som bola revala.
Takto sa strápniť, keď som doňho! Dve päťky z jeho predmetu. Drtila som sa to ako taký blbec!
Bože, vždy sa červenám, keď niekto povie jeho meno. Určite si to musel všimnúť.
Smeje sa na mne? Je mu to také trápne ako mne?

Keď ja ho mám rada, denníček. Aj keď mi dáva päťky.

Bol starý. Kožu mal popraskanú a zvráskavenú, hrubú, s mnohými jazvami.
A bol vysoký. Kedysi pyšná koruna však teraz bola priťažká. Kmeň pod jej váhou stonal. Dlho už nevydrží. Padne.
Ale to nevadí. V preteku o slnečné lúče natiahol sa od zeme do svojej súčasnej výšky. Videl les okolo seba rásť.
Jeho listy pokrývali zem a kŕmili milióny drobných bytostí pod ňou.A aj on sa zanedlho stane potravou pre ne a ďalšiu geenráciu.
Keď už nebude tieniť maldým, ktoré doteraz chránil, jeden z nich zaujme jeho miesto, konečne nasýtený slnkom a s nedočkavosťou, akú si ešte pamätal.
Drevo zapraskalo.

Bol starý. Kožu mal popraskanú a zvráskavenú, hrubú, s mnohými jazvami.
A bol vysoký. Kedysi pyšná koruna však teraz bola priťažká. Kmeň pod jej váhou stonal. Dlho už nevydrží. Padne.
Ale to nevadí. V preteku o slnečné lúče natiahol sa od zeme do svojej súčasnej výšky. Videl les okolo seba rásť.
Jeho listy pokrývali zem a kŕmili milióny drobných bytostí pod ňou.A aj on sa zanedlho stane potravou pre ne a ďalšiu geenráciu.
Keď už nebude tieniť maldým, ktoré doteraz chránil, jeden z nich zaujme jeho miesto, konečne nasýtený slnkom a s nedočkavosťou, akú si ešte pamätal.
Drevo zapraskalo.

"Oslepneš!"
Stará povera, pomyslela si bytosť neaujato. Ona sa do slnka pozrela - všetkými očami, na tele i na krídlach - a síce nevidela nič, ale práve tým sa jej otvorili oči. Naklonila hlavu na stranu, rohy, kedysi tvoriace obruč okolo nej, bránili v pohľade na jej profil.
Potriasla krídlami. Počula dobre? Na pridlhých končatinách sa prikrčila. Tvár bez výrau neprezrádzala nijaké emócie ani myšlienky.
Pokárané dieťa sa pozrelo do Slnka a teraz plakalo, lebo ho boleli oči. Bytosť naklonila hlavu na druhú stranu a žmurkla očami, ktoré boli len naznačené na jej tvári.
Bodaj by bola ona vtedy počúvla otcovo varovania...

Sandra felt the wind mess up the hairdo Agatha gave her. She tried to poke at the braids to make the mischevious strands stick, but they just kept on sticking out. She felt like a scruffy mutt.
She did not enjoy this part of their journey. The great outdoors! Things can eat you, it's all dirt and either mud or dust, and she has nowhere to bath.
But as she squinted with her hair flowing around her face, she had no doubts that she looked majestic. Worth it then.

The wind is strangely hot.
She reaches back.
Are those scales?

When we first met, we both were new to this world. But as you would expect with a newly hatched star, we were pulled to each other and orbited each other from then on.

With her, I understood ancient heroes and works of classics who said there was no force greater than a love for a friend. She shone and in that light, the world seemed to be brighter.

In our endless spinning, I didn't realize how much of her light I consumed. As we got closer, the dance got faster.

I hope she is still there.

In my emptiness.

"Come with me." The eerie whisper in her ear almsot made Sandra's hair stand up.
-
When she first saw the banshee, Sandra pressed bit her cheek. She couldn't have been older than her - what could have happened to her? Who drained her of her beauty?
-
"I will."
-
She reached into her pack and Agatha's eyes widened at the sight.
-
She lead her into the ruined house. Sandra sat down, ready to brace herself at attempted possession. And then Agatha started running the comb through her hair.

Sandra felt something in her chest - warm and unsettling. She felt it reaching out.

"Come with me." The eerie whisper in her ear almsot made Sandra's hair stand up.
-
When she first saw the banshee, Sandra pressed bit her cheek. She couldn't have been older than her - what could have happened to her? Who drained her of her beauty?
-
"I will."
-
She reached into her pack and Agatha's eyes widened at the sight.
-
She lead her into the ruined house. Sandra sat down, ready to brace herself at attempted possession. And then Agatha started running the comb through her hair.

Sandra felt something in her chest - warm and unsettling. She felt it reaching out.

Keď bude veľká, bude veterinárkou! Bude bývať s najlepšou kamarátkou! Možno založí ZOO, alebo aspoň zookútik.

Alebo pôjde na psychológiu. V ľuďoch sa vyzná, aspoň si to myslí, a je to lepšie než pracovať s chorými zvieratami. Musí ale mať červený diplom.

Ľudia sú sprostí. Bude robiť umenie. Napríklad architektúru.

Nezvládne to. Ďalších šešť rokov v škole? Nájde si niečo iné. Grafický dizajn môže robiť aj ako freelancer.

Neuživí ju. Pridá prekladateľstvo.

Ale už nezvláda ani samotný život.

Vstane z postele.

Niečo zje.

Umyje sa.

Prežije.

Bude žiť.

Bude tvoriť.

Bude snívať. Ale už len o veciach, ktoré môže dosiahnuť.

What about the others? She asked them to join her under false pretenses for this very purpose.

But the others said they had their own business to take care of. And maybe that made it easier. She didn't care for them following her, as long as the goblin or the wolf did.

But if they opposed her, would she be able to deal with them? She witnessed their powers and if they were together, they could overthrow her. So she either needs to divide and conquer or get her hands on something valuable to them.

Her gaze fixated on Traax.

But running a place like this was not all bloodthirsty dreams. It involved a lot of bureaucracy, too. And if she wanted allies, the first thing she need was a name.

Phandalin Alliance versus other United Kingdoms, that will be the name of her fiefdom. It will not be a monarchy, it will be a tyranny, and the other kingdoms will unite against it.
She did not mind.

Now, what about a motto. "Burn them like spiders." Nobody likes a spider, why would anybody enjoy many of them? Sounds good.

Sandra chuckled. What a difference between being sober and drunk!

Na stolíku, za ktorým si vychutnával čaj a pečivo, pristáli noviny.
Keď zdvihol oči, bol pohľadom popohnaný k ich prečítaniu. Ani nemusel listovať, ich fotka zaberala celú stranu.
"Pátranie po dvoch sériových vrahoch ukončené... telá neboli nikdy vyplavené. Na mieste činu našli len obeť." Starostlivo noviny poskladal. "To sú dobré správy."
Jeho spoločníkovi o šírku vlasu myklo kútikom úst. "Pamätám si tvoje slová, ale-"
"Pýtaš sa, či som si to nerozmyslel?"
Odpoveďou mu bolo mlčanie, ale už ho vedel dešifrovať.
Usmial sa. "Krv jahniat hodná dvoch levov, a tu som - povedz vlkom, že som doma."

Sandra dreamt of the better days she was promised.

Towns burning, so that They can be rebuilt again; people screaming, so that she can save them. Militia she deflects with the wave of a hand that commands armies. She breathes in smoke and ashes; black phoenix is born from the ashes of its predecessor. It spreads its wings.

Drops of blood are caught on her naked blade as she walks into the ruins. The people look at her with unwarranted fear. These are her flock; she feels the hand of her own shepherd on her shoulder.

She bared her teeth.

Sandra strayed from reality into memories and recalled their time in the goblin cave. When they first found Sildar, he was tied up, as blind in darkness as her, about to be beheaded, and not unlike Gundren, he showed little concern and much cowardice.
"Are they gone?" she heard him say from behind her back.
"Yes." Do not roll your eyes. Do not.
"Are you sure?"
How about you go find out yourself, she thought.
It wasn't until they made it back to Phandalin that he grew some balls. Truly, a muscle only seen in your peripheral. Nevertheless, of importance.

Severus bol sklepmistrom pána Brumbála odkedy odišiel zo služby pána Riddla. Keď povieme odišiel, myslíme tým to, že lúpežný rytier pán Riddle bol zlynčovaný. Predtým stihol zavraždiť jednu mladú rodinu, ale nie celú.

Mladý pán Potter bol teraz legitímnym synom pána Brumbála a pána Grindelwalda, ktorý sa ale na hrade neukázal už zopár rokov. Zlé jazyky hovorili, že bol väznený v pevnosti Azkaban. Vraj pani Umbridgeová z Azkabanu nemala záujem o výkupné, ktoré jeho pán ponúkol, dokonca ani o relikviu svätého Nicolasa Flamela.

Severus sa obával o osud pána Harryho, ktorý bol v jeho očiach len pešiakom v celom pláne...

-In an intermission, we leave our heroes be, and show some love for the person behind it all.

The dungeon master is the one who makes the world around the player character come alive. They built the world, the pantheons of deities, the non-player characters that the PCs interact with, they build the quests, plots character story arcs.

The DM does this in a way that is selfless - creating for others, very involved and personal. They take the time to flesh out the game and build a campaign to satisfy the players and their creative drives.

BDSM connection not applicable.

" ... you get 10% from the profit we'll make," said the dwarf. It was the same day they saved him - and all Sandra could think about was how easily forgotten was what he went through, and how little gratitude he showed them.
"I am sorry, but we just went to hell and back, and to get to the mines would be even harder. If you offered a higher percentage, perhaps we might reconsider... "
The dwarf shook his head.
Sandra stiffened. "In that case, good luck."

"More mead?"
"Yes."
"Wormwood?"
No. What Sandra had to digest was of a whole other quality.

Ako dietko kresťanskej základnej školy som bola s konceptom "škodlivých" látok v kihách oboznámená. Varovaná, že konzumácia určitých diel môže ohroziť spásu mojej večnej duše, som sa zdráhala siahnuť po prvom diele Harryho Pottera. Je tam čarodejníctvo a kliatby a zaiste bohorúhačstvo!

O pár rokov neskôr, keď som zhltla všetky mne dostupné fantasy knihy, vrátane Harrho Pottera, som zistila, že tam nie je nič také. Aha, okrem odporu voči systému, ale úprimne, to mi napadlo až o ďalších pár rokov.

A teraz sa len smejem na tom, čo by si ctihodné sestry mysleli, keby poznali význam slov Snarry a Drarry.

Sandra would be sweating, if she wasn't so well composed (supressing her emotions and shit). "The god that I follow does not share their name with those who do not worship them."
Uff. Well, that was about as evasive as it got. She handled that.
But even though Valshk did avert his gaze from the mark of a black hand (he rolled low), the new kid did not.

She recalled reading about Bane for the first time - Bane, the god of conquest, tyrants, and other such unlawfulness - and decided to get rid of him.

He ran off after a day.

Bilbo sa snažil nebyť úchylný a nečumieť na telá vypracované večnou lopotou so skalami a tak, ale...
Slnko svietilo, svaly pod iba zdanlivo drsnou kžoou len tak ihrali. Vlnili sa ako hladina jazera, keď do nej so smiechom skočili a - Biblo sťažka prehltol - ich kontúry zvýranzili ešte aj kapky vody.

"Bilbo, poď," volali ho následníci trónu s holými zadkami. Bilbo pocítil, ako sa mu krv nahrnula do líc.
"Nie, ja... som naostro!"
"Veď aj ja," odvetil Gandalf. Bezstarostne hodil svoju róbu Bilbovi cez hlavu, a než sa z nej Bilbo vymotal, bol našťatsie hlboko vo vode.

Napokon sa ale osmelil.

Sandra reminisced on her training. How at first, she played with the others with wooden sticks. The bruises she received and then the bruises she gave were purple and blue.

Then they put blunted swords into their hands and taught them how to attack and how to protect themselves. It was fun and a bit more than just sibling-like rivalry than drove her.

Now it was a game of life and death - one wrong move meant, at best, a mistake, at worst it could cost her a limb or more. And at eighteen, she already had scars to prove it.

Her memories, they weren't all bad.

She was a noble first and foremost. A privileged fuck with education and she never had to worry about having a roof over her head or warm food a few times a day. If she weren't taught how to ride and fight, she wouldn't have gotten here, after all.

But her "friends" didn't need to know that, did they?

To them, she is just a knight, following some kind of god. Although she did never did tell who she prayed to in exchange for her power. And... did they ever really need to know?

Zem snáď plochá,
Ježiš len socha.
Kde sa pozrieš, tam je lesba,
teplí všade a nám sa to nezdá.
A potom tie potraty, boha, ženy,
dovoľte chlapom šíriť gény!
Čo sa týka kňazov, povedzme si rovno,
dokážete im akurát tak hovno.
V kresťanskom lásky duchu pravom
neprislúcha Arabovi žiť so Slávom.
Len kto otŕča ksicht každú nedeľu v chráme,
toho za svojho my máme.
Nebo a amen a hosana a chvála
tak ľahko je naša večná sláva.
Ty len stíchni, rúhavec, hriešnik,
z nás prvý kameňom nehodil nikdy nik!
Nechaj nás milovať blížneho svojho...
okrem teba. Teba. Jej.

A *Jeho*.

Well, now that a black handprint was not only on her shield but also her chest, she could not back down, really.

And when Phandalin is conquered and under her rule, they will realize...

A flash of memories - *her cousins, nicely dressed, happy and laughing, playing in the garden - her kept apart and out of sight - her only ever looking at their backs, always behind them - her not being able to afford toys or books or her own weapon - the thinly veiled ridicule in the voices of even strangers - tears down her cheeks, again and again*.

No. Never. Never again.

Opláchol si tvár a zdvihol oči k zrkadlu. Charizmatický mladý muž, oči iskriace, starostlivo upravený, má pomerne drahé sako.

To by videli v zrkadle ostatní.

V skutočnosti tam stál prízrak.

Hranice jeho bytia boli tam, kde sa pod neviditeľnou kožou krútili prstence dymu.
Jeho tvár nemala črty, neexistovala, a iba ako náznak hlava, trup, končatiny s dlhými, elegantnými prstami umelca. Napriek tomu sa nepohasínajúci oheň sústredil tam, kde oči mali byť - jeho pohľad jasný ako horúci plameň. Runy, ktoré ho spútavali, sa vinuli v dyme ako cejchy.

Ale to, čo zrkadlo vidí, nikomu neprezradí.

Zvesil hlavu medzi plecia a vzdychol.

It was Tuya that said there was no need to kill that troll. Or was it ogre? She would know. Tuya ran back when Sandra insisted on trying to tame an owlbear and it broke through the door. Tuya wanted to go save the dwarf held captive.

It was Valshk that held their prisoner just out of reach of wolves he ordered to snap at his ankles. It was Traax that cut off the face of a doppelganger.

So on the one hand, she wasn't as... Tuya as Tuya. But she definitely didn't see herself in the other two either.

When they saved Sildar's hide and face, she felt a private audience would not be too much to ask.

"As I see it, me and my... friends would be more effective if at least one of us were given an office or a title."
"Ehm, I suppose the Lord's Alliance would be willing to consider that course of action... "
"I couldn't ask for more."

At dawn, she went out to the woods and she knelt in the old leaves and on her blade she swore an oath of conquest to Bane. She sensed better days ahead.

Then the mark appeared.

5 rokov:
Panický záchvat. Myšlienka o tom, že svet nie je skutočný. Trauma.

10 rokov:
Depresia, ktorú nikto nebral vážne. Viac zvláštnych myšlienok - o démonoch a pekle a Bohu. Prvé sebapoškodzovanie. Ufóni a "operácie bez jazvy".

15 rokov:
Konšpirácie. Istota - pôjde sa na Oxford. Pedofil.

17 rokov:
Rituály - len aby sa niečo nestalo.

20 rokov+:
Hygiena na bode mrazu. Ulievanie. Disociácia. Nesústredenosť. Neschopnosť zo seba dostať súvislú vetu. Neschopnosť písať tak, ako kedysi. Nebaví, nechce sa... a nedá sa. Zúfalstvo nad zlou pamäťou, zníženým IQ, a bezmocnosť. Zabiť sa, či nie?

A medzitým, terapia a drenie - pre pár príjemných dní.

When they came back, tired, filthy, all that was on their mind was rest. But as they ate and drank, Sandra noticed two men playing a game. When the party explained the rule to her, she insisted on playing.
She lost. But - the party was together in a situation that was not fighting, traveling to fight, or running from it.
She learned how Valsk and Traax were bullied by their own and that Tuya was sent to learn about human culture.
That they dedicated that time to talk.That when the tavern was almost empty, it was them that remained.

Odkedy sa pamätám, sedel mi na ramene ošumelo vyzerajúci havran a šepkal mi do ucha nezmysly. Pes z tieňa sa za mnou vliekol na chromých nohách a fúzy prašivého potkana ma šteklili na ústach. Neviditeľné kone ma kopali do hrude a brucha, a smiech hyen ma prebúdzal do tichých a nehybných nocí, a inokedy pohľad svietiacich očí neotpierov, ktoré sa plazili na strope mojej izby. Červy si vyryli cestičky mojou kožou a pod ňou. Slon spočinul na mojich ramenách, nahnevané rosomáky na mne hodujú. Líšky ma pochovávajú v smradľavých norách. Motýľ z dymu rozprestrel krídla cez moje oči.
Kto som?

The wolves were chained and after a few suspicious looks, it didn't seem to Sandra like they were anything but pretty chill with their predicament.
"We should name them," says Valshk.
"Are they male or female?" asks Traax.
-
"Roll a Nature check."
"Ehm, so Sandra rolled a natural 1... "
-
"He's Amber."
The other party members look at each other and Valshk, the scaly bastard, shakes his head. Traax, the goblin treasure hunter and Tuya, the half-orc ranger, nod along. "Pretty...."
-
Like a month worth of sessions later.
"I am going to praise Amber and say: Good boy!"
The others smirk.

"Viem, kde budú- boli. Ale deti... "
"Dám na ne pozor."
Bolo by to vyznelo smiešne, keby Dušan nemal pocit, že Pepa nie je len jazvečík. A tak prikývol. "Vrátim sa," sľúbil ešte, než sa vesmír roztočil.
Byt vyzeral horšie, než si pamätal. Dnu sa nesvietilo, Dušan sa nedovážil zažať ani keď z vrecka vylovil kľúč a pootvoril dvere.
Božetěcha začul ako prvého. "Lakmé sa o tomto nesmie dozvedieť. Nechcem, aby sa o ňu začali zaujímať Hľadači."
"Koho chceš poslať? Dušana?" Hlas tej tajomnej krásky v kapucni... Libuškin hlas.
Dušan zaváhal. Bol na začiatku, ale... nedala mu Tapiséria viac než vzala?

"Name your price." It was the voice of a stranger that made Gunnrarr stop just round the corner.
"Let's say, 10 gold pieces." That voice was familiar. Marka continued, coins clicked: "Not that much. Not for this. Let's go."
As the footsteps set off, Gunn decided to tail them. She was not suspicious, no, she trusted Marka. At least that was what she kept telling herself.
They arrived to... an orphanage.
Gunn frowned. What was this about?
She waited for the door to close, then entered. She found Marka healing every single child. So typical, Marka. Gunn sighed with relief.

She enjoyed the hot water springs, occasionaly. But instead of torches, the place was lit with candles, dim light piercing the fog curling around pools.
A sound of water splashing gently against skin.
"We thought you'd never show up."
"Care to join?"
Both were looking up at her as she stripped, stunned, to slide in. With a goblet of fine wine pushed into her hand, she asked: "What is the occcason?"
Marka rested her head on Gunn's shoulder.
"That we are together," Irkus said before kissing her.
"Together" was said, breathed heavily and promised a lot of times after that.

The grounds of the temple were safe, but nothing compared to being where no walls were. This time, the lake.
Marka pointed to a tree on the shore. "Hey, look! There are ropeswings."
"Leave me out of this," Irkus said, stripped and tiptoed into the water.
Marka was already clutching the rope. "Give me a swing, Gunn!"
Gunnrarr let go off the leash of the one dog she dared to bring and did as asked just as the dog made a leap for Irkus' head.
The collision was loud.
Irkus kept hissing like a wet cat. "Dangerous. All of you."

Prečo o vrahoch hovoria, že majú na rukách krv?
Sedí na posteli, pozerá na tie svoje. Obyčajné, normálne ruky... až na tie jazvy.
Niektoré sú od psov.
Niektoré od jeho dýky.
Použil ju proti človeku. Čepeľ kĺzala pod kožu. Oslobodzovala nádej a tá odletela niekam, kde v ňu veria.
Bál sa, že bude vzdorovať. Desil sa toho, že sa poddá.
Zabil. Niekoho, kto mal sny, kto sa tešil z maličkostí, dobrého človeka. Ostal po ňom len popol, chladný, ostala prázdna schránka, nevidomé oči, šero. A predsa, občas ho videl...
Nie, nechce na to myslieť. Vstane.
Čepeľ si pýta rubínovú daň.

Before, things were different, they were just friends, but then, it was more complicated.
Irkus was beautiful, bright beyond reognition. He never really cared about Tyr or other faiths, however his understanding of people made him a great leader.
Marka could never not be curious and action-hungry. People adored her, and she was so invested in her mission, healing and helping.
Gunn was a champion of Tyr, and she enjoyed most of it, but she never was as good with people.
They grew together, from children to adults, from friends to lovers, from promising to destined to rule the order.