Hermann Burghart - "A View of an Ancient City"
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Hermann Burghart - "A View of an Ancient City"
Bronze sword, The Netherlands, 1200-800 BC
from The Rijksmuseum van Oudheden
"Do not eat the brownies in the green tin."
"Oh." Eric blinked, looking at the girl who had spoken up. He didn't think he'd ever seen her before. All the same, he withdrew his hand and picked a safer snack from a different tupperware box. "Okay. Why, what's in them? Is it something more than just weed?"
Rhosh’s focus rests on Eric, on the closer proximity, with the external confusion which still debeloped further ahead being quickly forgotten. “How would you describe twenty years old Eric, then?” The question comes calmly, with audible sincere curiosity intertwined amidst his words. Rhosh’s hands find the pockets of his long coat, light eyes locked on the other’s visage. Despite his own demeanor returning to something more composed, there was a perceptible warmth in the cadence of his voice as he spoke—of both intrigue and mild jest. “Since doing reckless parkour on rooftops apparently was not part of your activities, that is.”
"Ambitious," he laughs. "I was still trying to get into the National Ballet." As soon as the words are out of his mouth he realises he's just volunteered something fairly private, and to someone he doesn't entirely trust yet. Perhaps they are mixing the drinks a little strong here. "I actually wanted to get into parkour once, though," he grins, figuring the best thing to do is just to keep talking. "I did it for a while. But that was in high school." Rhosh's steady gaze is oddly nerve wracking and soothing at the same time. "I suppose you spent your spare time reading about the stock market," he jokes, but gently.
i just watched someone do a keg stand while crying.
"Crying? That doesn't seem like it should be a part of the process. What'd they do, lose a bet?"
i didn't think he'd actually jump off the roof.
"Do you think he's all right?" Eric turned wide eyes to Rhosh, who seemed bizarrely unconcerned, if a little surprised. "I can't believe they let him do that. There was no way the pool tarp wasn't going to give."
“If he’s lucky to compensate for the lack of reason,” Rhosh responds casually, eyes still assessing the entire scene that quickly develops into a small commotion. There’s a mix of disbelief and indifference in his demeanor, one which softens a tad when he redirects his attention fully to Eric. “In the best case scenario, the pool should be deep enough, and the tarp likely absorbed some of the impact.” He observes the expression on Eric’s features with some curiosity. “If you’re concerned, we can ask the others who were closer. But it hardly seems necessary. They look to have managed to help him out of the pool.”
"No, that's okay." He takes a step back, further away from the direction of the small fuss, which brings him closer to Rhosh, albeit not by design. His alarm eases a little when Rhosh appears to take it marginally more seriously. "I'm sure you're right. I have no idea who he is, anyway." He shakes his head, a look almost of wonder on his face, but there's the beginnings of humour in it now. "I can't believe he did that. I was not like that when I was twenty, that's for sure."
i didn't think he'd actually jump off the roof.
"Do you think he's all right?" Eric turned wide eyes to Rhosh, who seemed bizarrely unconcerned, if a little surprised. "I can't believe they let him do that. There was no way the pool tarp wasn't going to give."
༘⋆。 things overheard at a college party starters.
WARNINGS: drugs, alcohol
i swear i only had, like, two drinks... and maybe a gummy?
wait, who's house is this?
no, no, don't text them.
is the floor supposed to feel like it's moving?
why are there three people in the bathtub?
if anyone asks, we were never here.
you can't shotgun a four loko, that's how you die.
dude, i think you're bleeding.
i just watched someone do a keg stand while crying.
i'm not drunk! i just don't trust stairs.
oh my god, is someone crying in the pantry?
do not eat the brownies in the green tin.
there's glitter on the ceiling.
is it still a fire hazard if we open the windows?
nobody can leave until we find their other shoe.
if i throw up in this sink, you can't tell anyone.
give me your phone. i'm confiscating your phone.
this is either the worst or best night of my life.
why are there footprints on the ceiling?
did someone just break the couch?
you showed up with them? that's bold.
if we kiss right now, i blame the tequila.
wanna get out of here?
is this even legal? like, structurally?
we came up here to get air and everyone followed us...
you told me this was gonna be a movie night...
why is there a raccoon in the kitchen?
i didn't think he'd actually jump off the roof.
we're out of cups, so we're using bowls.
who brought a fog machine?
if you see me near tequila again, tackle me.
there's a conga line in the hallway.
this house is not up to code.
we're playing truth or dare, and it's getting mean.
he made me take a shot and recite the greek alphabet.
i think i just drank pickle brine.
i did body shots off a statue.
[text] Hey, listen, would it be all right if my friend Angelus roomed with us? He's kinda stressed about housing. I promise he's no trouble at all to live with, he's great
[text] Please say yes, I kind of already told him I'd help
[text] Oh! He's blind, so his seeing eye dog would be coming along too, but he's adorable
[text] Can I pet the dog? Or it's one of those dogs you can't pet?
[text] Is he good-looking? It's gonna be a bit crowded, but I don't mind if he is good-looking
[text] If he is your friend, I know he will be great
[text] Is it still rude to not wear pants in front of a stranger if he can't see me?
[text] I think you can! I've done so! It's called Romulus. It's a Borzoi, so you'll look very classy if you want to take him for walks sometimes 👌✨
[text] Bianca 😂🙈 yes, he is.
[text] ... Nope, not rude, go for it 👍
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Basics
What name does your character go by? Any nicknames? Just Eric. It’s too short for nicknames :( His surname is Danish and therefore unpronounceable, and is an achievement u must unlock.
What does your character study? Environmental conservation + anthropology. He’s a postgrad.
Where does your character live? Roommates? Off campus or on campus? Off campus, flatsharing with @ourbotticelliangel and @perladivenezia (they didn’t even know each other, he legit just advertised) and, a recent addition, @angelustheancient and his service dog!
Campus Life
Do they function well in a campus setting? Pretty much! He’s pretty social and has a few friends, and has been involved in different societies through the years, but in typical Sagittarius fashion he flits around.
What are their favorite subjects? Anything that has to do with ecosystems and how humans fit into them or don’t. He loved his biology and plant ecology courses where he just got to learn about plants <3
Do they work on the side? A part time job at the local cinema which he loves and hates in equal measure.
How do they get on with their professors/other students? Quite well. Not a teacher’s pet, but he’s got no beef with his profs. (Except maybe one. There’s always one.)
Do they have extracurricular activities they participate in? He’s still involved with the LGBT+ society and the film soc. He's also a dancer, so there's practice and the occasional show.
Are they doing well or failing? Average plus?? He does well at what he enjoys. But he can lose motivation quickly and get bored and distracted.
How do they handle the pressure of their education load? Not terribly well. He’s prone to anxiety and has an unfortunate habit of spending too much time on social things and then freaking out before deadline.
Relationships
Who did your character date or have a crush on? Back in high school he dated Angelus. That ended years ago, and they’re friends now.
Who does your character date or have a crush on? He’s not dating anybody atm. He has had (possibly is having?) a weird Thing with Rhoshamandes, which he would not call "dating".
Who are your character’s friends? So far: Angelus, Bianca, Armand because they share a flat!
Who does your character not get along with? Probably Rhosh, on and off.
A Traveler From India Graffitied His Name on Five Ancient Tombs in Egypt’s Valley of the Kings 2,000-Years-Ago
Researchers have discovered 30 inscriptions written in Indian languages, which provide new evidence that visitors from India spent time in Egypt between the first and third centuries C.E.
Some 2,000 years ago, a man from India named Cikai Korran scratched his name in several places inside rocky tombs in Egypt’s Valley of the Kings, the sacred burial site of pharaohs and elites, including Tutankhamun.
Korran’s graffiti, written in the Old Tamil language, appears eight times across five tombs. It’s surrounded by similar etchings made by several others, all of which date to between the first and third centuries C.E. Altogether, these nearly 30 inscriptions—written in four Indian languages and found inside six tombs—provide new evidence that people from South Asia visited ancient Egypt.
“We knew that traders from Tamil Nadu visited Egypt through other inscriptions found in the ancient port cities,” Ingo Strauch, a scholar at the University of Lausanne in Switzerland, tells the Times of India’s A. Ragu Raman. “This shows that they did not only come with ships and return, but they also stayed here for a longer period of time. They took time even to visit sites that are far away.”
Twenty of the inscriptions, including this one, were written in Tamil.
Strauch and Charlotte Schmid, a scholar at the French School of Asian Studies, presented these findings last month at an academic conference in India. Their discovery adds to previous scholarship on Indian inscriptions found at Berenike, an ancient Red Sea port, and Socotra, an island off the coast of Yemen.
The discovery was rather serendipitous. Strauch was visiting the Valley of the Kings, which opened to tourists more than a century ago, and was surprised when he recognized Indian languages among the other well-documented graffiti in languages like Greek.
Assuming that somebody else had already noticed the text, he took photographs of the lines that piqued his curiosity. After he returned home, he realized he may have stumbled upon something new. Twenty of the 30 inscriptions are in Tamil, while the others are in languages such as Sanskrit, Prakrit and Gandhari-Kharoshi, according to the Times of India.
A 2,000-year-old inscription by Cikai Korran
“It seems that the reason that the Tamil graffiti in tombs in the Valley of the Kings went unrecognized is essentially that no one with adequate knowledge noticed them before,” Steve Harvey, an Egyptologist who was not involved in the research, tells the Art Newspaper’s Hadani Ditmars. “Very few scholars who focus on languages of India tend to study graffiti in Egypt—whereas Greek and Aramaic graffiti have been recognized and studied for a very long time.”
The writings of Korran stood out to the researchers not only because there were so many, but because they were also written in hard-to-reach places. In one instance, inside the tomb of Ramses IX, Korran’s inscription is written 16 to 20 feet above the tomb’s entrance.
“It’s weird, to be frank,” Schmid said during the presentation.
Ancient graffiti.
The name “Indranandin” also appeared in Sanskrit among the graffiti. According to the researchers, Indranandin described himself as a messenger of King Kshaharata, referencing a dynasty that ruled over western India during the first century C.E.
“It is possible that Indranandin arrived by ship at Berenike [on the east coast of Egypt], perhaps together with other Indians, and from there continued inland to the Valley of the Kings,” Strauch tells Live Science’s Owen Jarus. Strauch wonders whether he traveled to Egypt on his way to Rome, which controlled Egypt at the time.
The researchers were particularly struck by how some graffiti messages appear to be in dialogue with each other. Inside one tomb, writings in Sanskrit and Tamil reference another inscription written in Greek, suggesting some level of cross-cultural engagement.
“These new inscriptions show the integration of people of Indian origin from all parts of the subcontinent into the society of Roman Egypt,” Strauch tells the Art Newspaper. “This discovery makes it likely that additional Indian inscriptions or other Indian artifacts may yet be found in Egypt.”
By Christian Thorsberg.
Is it selfish of me to desire a visit?
"Selfish? I was beginning to wonder if you had moved without leaving a forwarding address." The quip is delivered with a softening fondness. It may be ridiculous, but he worries for her. He always has. "I've missed you."
"I would never move without leaving you some trace to follow after if you desired." She chuckled at the idea of having to leave him markers or sending someone to deliver him a new address. "I've missed you as well. Have you grown tired of your travels to stay at least a night with me?"
After millennia, it hardly mattered anymore that Maharet's mind was closed to him. He saw her laugh and could guess what she'd been thinking about. "Specially trained pigeons might work," he offered, seemingly sincere to anyone who'd not learned to detect the mischief. It melted easily into real sincerity as he smiled, falling into step with her. "I'd love to. Do you have other company? Is Mael with you these days?"
Treasure hoard of 13 gold bracelets uncovered near Oradea, Romania, 1300-1200 BC
from The Hungarian National Museum, Budapest
Is it selfish of me to desire a visit?
"Selfish? I was beginning to wonder if you had moved without leaving a forwarding address." The quip is delivered with a softening fondness. It may be ridiculous, but he worries for her. He always has. "I've missed you."
Does it get lonely during your times wandering?
"Sometimes. I think you're never truly alone when there are animals, and the stars, and the rains, and the scattered dwellings on the outskirts. But we do need companionship of our own kind, even those of us who like to wander.
I have never truly been solitary: I was never alone as a mortal man, though the memories are almost like dreams, now. And not as an immortal, thanks to my Maker. I don't fear it, the notion of moving through the world alone for a time. Perhaps that's why: I've never had solitude forced on me for uncounted decades. There are others like me whom I love, and sooner or later I find them again."
@rhoshamandes
I shall wait. The words swirled ceaselessly in his mind, knocking as it were against the walls and rebounding, eddying like snowflakes on the wind, as he himself travelled only just below cloud cover over the black gleam of the ocean. Perhaps you do not know me as well as you believed you did.
Not actually true, he was fairly certain. He had spent enough time in Rhosh's company to have the measure of the man. He had been confident of that. Enough time to tire, certainly, and was that not the same thing, where two minds and spirits were not congenial? He and Rhoshamandes had not been made to be bosom friends or intimate, not for long. Their temperaments were far too different. And yet... Eric was fairly sure he could have counted, if not on one hand, then certainly on two, the number of times he had heard Rhoshamandes contemplative. The words themselves were not as important as the way in which he had spoken. They might have been said in any temper, with any amount of scorn or anger. It was the lack of aggression which was puzzling. Even weeks later, it puzzled him.
Why Rhosh should choose to settle in such a place, he would never understand, Eric mused for surely the tenth time as land came into sight.
He would not approach too quickly. He would walk the last distance, so as to give the inhabitants time to hear him, and give himself time to shake the rime of frost from his clothes and hair, wipe the ice crystals from his face. It seemed polite.
With a spark of amusement, he considered that it felt almost incongruous, approaching a structure as imposing as the castle on foot. He felt as though he ought to have had a carriage -- perhaps a black coach, with four horses, to rush the unwary traveller far into the unknown and then hastily depart before sunset. That seemed appropriate. As the great shadow loomed against the softer darkness of the sky, it looked the kind of place that would be haunted by all sorts of ghouls. Tapestries and old bloodshed. No wonder no one comes here, he thought. He couldn't help picturing Rhoshamandes, when all his fledglings were out, seated alone at one end of a banqueting table, master of the house. The image was a little disturbing, and he shook it off.