Apparently i am having this problem for a long time i know many of you guys will suggest me video of fixing error blocks and broken model by ArtsByKev. Just so you know i watch it and apparently i am confuse over the part where he open model in text editor. I tried model txt format but it apparently does not outcome as a code rather a strip of line. Although i found the source (not the texture path) i am bit confused there. I guess the problem is because model couldnt able to find the path of texture cause according to the video by ArtsByKev i havent used any capital letters. Pls help me out i really want to add my custom mob in minecraft bedrock
Note: i come from a middle class family and my father is strict with money so i am letting u know i am playing minecraft pe 1.19.21 free version from google. So i use to turn the the whole addon pack into zip and then run it in server. Hope this information is helpful.
You can ask me questions in comments but i wont answer the comments which irrevelent to the subject

Hi everyone,
I recently bought a Brother HL-B2000D printer, and I've been experiencing a few issues that I'd love some help with. Returning the printer isn't an option for me as returns aren't accepted in my country once the item is paid for. Here are the problems I'm encountering:
1. Faded Text on Initial Pages: When printing text documents, a certain part of the page appears faded in the first few pages. However, if the document is multiple pages long, the later pages come out fine.
https://preview.redd.it/iam38lebvn5d1.png?width=1087&format=png&auto=webp&s=95cc97170ab7e75901fa6098d1769a7c740b1d28
Notice the circled region where the text appears faded. The same document was printed as two copies in a single print job; the first print has that area faded but the second copy came out flawless. Here are some more pages to show the same. All the faded areas are roughly in the same spot and always happen on the first or first few pages of a print job.
https://preview.redd.it/om89p0fivn5d1.jpg?width=798&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4bedf5fbca5f51ca27354136f79e375a7ebff286
https://preview.redd.it/pukbpnnlvn5d1.jpg?width=915&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ce32e5c3d597e088df9ab6f50d10b39b4feef030
2. Random Dots: Sometimes, a random small dot may appear in places expected to be blank in prints. These dots appear at random spots.
3. Horizontal Banding on Images: I've noticed horizontal banding when printing images.
https://preview.redd.it/kiqbakpsvn5d1.jpg?width=785&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a79cd10bc729465502b15b00e2cc0c197fd44b52
https://preview.redd.it/pqfnzw5uvn5d1.jpg?width=935&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5556a7bd75bf8c142411ab3545d8fba6bbb80c0f
These prints from the Brother B2000D show the banding. Is this normal for this printer? My previous printer, an HP Laserjet 1020 that was over 15 years old, printed images without this issue. Here are samples from my old HP printer for comparison.
https://preview.redd.it/fo6ath2xvn5d1.jpg?width=867&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1c8b98b9de42e56008ecb2f483f2c42417adb350
https://preview.redd.it/tyldyd5yvn5d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7edec3d614c3552816d2234c17c723ff49fdc800
I would like to know if these issues are typical for this brother laser printers or if there might be a problem with my unit. While these problems don't make the printer unusable, the print quality is disappointing, especially compared to my old printer. I absolutely loved the HP laserjet 1020, it printed witout a fuss and did as was asked, too bad it died, it lasted for a really long time!
Any advice on how to fix these issues or insight into whether this is expected behavior would be greatly appreciated!
Thanks in advance!

I’ve never finished but read almost all of the book linearly a while ago, I’m now rereading it and I’m jumping ahead to the appendices when called for and I noticed something.
The first word I noticed marked with DNE was ‘custodian’ which I don’t believe appears anywhere in the main text, or in the appendices…. Except it appears in appendix II-E in code. On page 621 there is a letter written in code, and the word custodian appears in the decoded text only.
Has anyone noticed this before? I looked through the sub a bit but didn’t see anything about this specifically. It makes me wonder if the other words marked DNE appear in the book but in a way that isn’t initially obvious.

I began working at a call centre in February 2020. I asked my managers every few days about working from home, in case the virus hit the UK.
There was what was being called ‘the Grad bay bug’, and I didn’t fancy catching it.
We were hot desking, sharing headsets, and again, I wasn’t going to catch an unknown virus for this company.
On March 18th I left work early, feeling sick. To my left and my right, people were off sick. I stayed off until the national lockdown, calling in to say I was feeling ill.
I stopped coming into work for the few days I felt sick, but it may have just been panic from events.
After the 23rd my employer began falsely telling their employees they were ‘key workers’. It was car finance in reality.
I called in to say I was self isolating. In response I was told WFH was being set up. For the next fortnight I called daily and was unable to reach anyone as their offices were closed.
I heard nothing from them until they scheduled a probation review call for the 17th of April. In that call I was dismissed over absences and lack of contact.
They said that absences due to covid were waived from the end of March…BUT I have a letter from my company’s CEO to parliament stating absences were waived from the START of March.
They also claimed that they didn’t set up WFH for me because I could not be reached for a fortnight. Not only did they not email or call me, but I had tried to contact them many times.
Basically, I was rushed through a termination because I was a nuisance over lockdown/WFH. IMO.
I know that some coworkers that started on the same day as me were put on furlough.
I believe in the summer many of them were let go too, as older employees were at the front of the queue for WFH equipment.
This company made at least 1/4 Billion in COVID contracts and furlough
What do you think about my position? I still have a half hour recording of my dismissal phone call.

In a stunning move that has sent shockwaves across the Lone Star State, the Texas Legislature has voted to reinstate the long-forgotten Blue Laws, effectively banning the sale of 42 "sinful" items on weekends. Governor Greg Abbott, citing the need to return to traditional values and protect Texans from the temptations of modern life, hailed the decision as a victory for morality.
The list of banned items, leaked exclusively to the Texas Tribune, reads like a page out of a Puritan's handbook, reflecting a deeply conservative worldview and a healthy dose of paranoia. Among the prohibited items are:

1. Dancing shoes: Because who needs fancy footwork when you can two-step?
2. Mixed drinks: Only straight liquor for God-fearing Texans.
3. Rock and roll records: The devil's music has no place in the Lone Star State.
4. Swimsuits: Modesty is the best policy, y'all.
5. Playing cards: Gambling is a gateway to sin.
6. Lipstick: A natural look is the only way to go.
7. Comic books: Corrupting the minds of our youth.
8. Foreign films: Hollywood is bad enough.
9. Fancy hats: Pride is a sin, even on your head.
10. Novels with "suggestive" themes: Leave those thoughts to your imagination.
11. Sunglasses: Thou shalt not hide thine eyes from the Lord.
12. Board games: Idle hands are the devil's workshop.
13. Perfume: A natural scent is the sweetest.
14. Fancy cars: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ride.
15. Televisions: The boob tube is a tool of Satan.
16. Coffee: The only stimulant a Texan needs is patriotism.
17. Spicy food: Temptation in every bite.
18. Yoga pants: Leave something to the imagination.
19. Self-help books: God will provide, not some guru.
20. Anything tie-dye: Hippies are not welcome in Texas. 21-42: [Insert increasingly absurd and specific items, such as left-handed scissors, avocado toast, and anything with a French name]

The new law, set to take effect immediately, has sparked outrage and ridicule across the state. Critics are calling it a gross overreach of government power and a blatant attempt to impose a narrow moral code on all Texans.
"This is ridiculous," said one Austin resident. "I can't believe I won't be able to buy a damn avocado toast on a Sunday morning."
Despite the backlash, Governor Abbott remains steadfast in his support of the Blue Laws, claiming they will restore "decency and morality" to the state. "Texas is a beacon of righteousness," he declared. "We will not let the forces of evil win."
Only time will tell how this controversial law will impact Texans. In the meantime, residents are advised to stock up on their favorite "sinful" items before they become illegal on weekends. And remember, y'all, keep it clean and keep it Texan.

Hi, I am an American looking for a German penpal (who ideally lives in Germany) to exchange physical letters. I took German in high school and have been there three times. By now I am intermediately proficient in basic conversation (non-niche topics). Maintaining a regular correspondence will help me keep my acumen up to code. We could start with email, text, or DM until you are comfortable sharing an address. Ich freue mich auf eure Antworten!

I noticed this awesome song/style list on the Suno Wiki page and I had a few ideas to enhance it:

• Alphabet Navigation: Added a navigation section with an alphabetical list of letters (A-Z) for quick access to music genres starting with each letter.
• Search Functionality: Included a search input that allows users to search for music styles or descriptions.
• Genre Click Functionality: Made each music genre clickable, opening a new tab with a YouTube search for "Music Example" of the selected genre.
• Color-Coding for Categories: Applied specific background colors to different categories of music styles to enhance readability and visual appeal.
• Banner Image: Added a colorful and modern banner image at the top of the webpage.
• Descriptions for Genres: Added accurate descriptions for each music style/genre to provide users with detailed information.

I published the enhanced version here. If you want to add or change anything, just comment on this post.

I have a little dorothea deep dive I was thinking about sharing, and with today’s surprise songs now feels like a good moment.
Title:
Hear me out…this is the thing that got me revisiting dorothea in detail in the first place. I may have found an interesting Dorothea-Matty connection.
Both names - Dorothea and Matthew - mean “Gift of God” (Matthew originally from “Gift of Yahweh” in Hebrew, but it’s also translated as “Gift of God”).
Is this a stretch?! They’re not the only names with that similar meaning, but they are strikingly close.
IF you were trying to concoct a fictional name for a real-life former flame you wanted to write a “do you ever stop and think about me?/it’s never too late to come back to my side” song about, it’s a poetic way to go about it, right? I can’t stop thinking about this, but maybe it’s just a pretty name? Would love to hear the sub's thoughts.
Although I will say there are times in the song that Dorothea as a character seems like Matty, to whom Taylor is singing, and there are times when Dorothea seems closer to Taylor (esp in tis the damn season) and/or purely fictional. I guess that's the beauty of folkmore - Taylor can be all of the characters, and use all of their different perspectives, to convey a whole range of emotions.
Song background:
Taylor said in a Youtube Q&A that this was the first song recorded for evermore (although I think this and closure were going to be for Big Red Machine originally).
I saw a clip of the Swiftologist on Youtube saying the central theme on evermore (along with the central theme on a lot of songs we know are about Matty) is “can I ask you a question...?” and it’s interesting to know that, for evermore at least, that questioning started right out of the gate with dorothea’s opening “Hey Dorothea / Do you ever stop and think about me?”
Some other details directly from Taylor: "There's not a direct continuation of the Betty/James/August storyline, but in my mind Dorothea went to the same school as Betty, James and Inez" and “Dorothea, the girl who left her small town to chase down Hollywood dreams - and what happens when she comes back for the holidays and rediscovers an old flame.”
Numbers:
I go back and forth on the numbers but the 8s and 13s do seem to carry meaning at least sometimes. This is a track 8, dorothea has 8 letters. (Sidenote: folklore and evermore and their codenames woodvale and november are all also 8 letters.)
dorothea's sister song tis the damn season is track 4. 4 & 8 could be a Matty birthday thing, maybe?
Taylor previously played dorothea on July 8 last year, along with Last Kiss which is a track 13. It’s Nice to Have a Friend is track 17 and 1+7 is 8. I do think both of these combinations could have been more for messaging/theme than numbers, but who knows.
Some key lyrics:
Hey Dorothea Do you ever stop and think about me?
I can’t help but see a callback to “Hey Stephen”. There’s something irresistible about the idea of Taylor specifically revisiting Matty’s fave, which included the line “All those other girls, well, they're beautiful / But would they write a song for you?” and tying it into a new song that she wrote about/to him.
I also see a possible thread from “But do you remember?” from august (folklore’s track 8) and “Do you ever stop and think about me?” - maybe even through to “Do you think I have forgotten / About you?”
When we were younger Down in the park Honey, making a lark of the misery
Youth and childhood places (parks/swings) often show up in Matty songs, and seem like a way to talk about 2014 when they were first together. Mashing dorothea with It’s Nice to Have a Friend amplifies this theme further. I’d also put skipping the prom and are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? in this category for the school references.
You got shiny friends since you left town A tiny screen's the only place I see you now
Seeing someone only on a tiny screen calls to mind “I Look in People’s Windows”, and suggests they aren’t in direct contact or at least aren’t as close as they once were, which would've been the case in 2020.
The stars in your eyes Shined brighter in Tupelo
Cosmic imagery is often Matty coded. I love the specificity of Tupelo but I can’t fathom if there’s any meaning to it as their hometown. There are some "tree" references that could link to it, since a tupelo is also a tree, but that really is a stretch.
Ooh I guess I'll never know Ooh And you'll go on with the show
Show could be read as concert. Or maybe a TV show or similar, since Taylor says Dorothea was chasing down Hollywood dreams. "Show" also points to Dorothea having a public facade. This is more explicitly picked up in tis the damn season with the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin’.
All of this to say! Even if my interpretation is way off, I really love this song. Aaand it’s never too late to come back to her side. 🥰

As above I'm wondering if anybody knows where the local saves are stored? I recently got a steam deck and don't overly fancy grinding out all that progress again.
There was a post a couple years back here that said the save wasn't readable but didn't provide a location.
There's no trace of funselektor on my drives so maybe the folder is under a hex code name?
Any help appreciated

Hey! I’m from Argentina and I’m interested in applying to US Colleges. However, I don’t know how many chances I got since my extracurriculars are not that great (just a few clubs, student council and English classes since forever lol). I know the process is holistic, and the other aspects of my application are good: high gpa, first in my class, confident that I can get a great sat score, solid essay and good letters of recommendation. But I know extracurriculars are a big deal, so that’s why I’m worried. But to be honest, my school is a very small one and doesn’t offer many opportunities (apart from robotics and UN, both of which I’m not interested at all, since I wanna study Journalism/Communications). I’ve been looking for other things to do and haven’t found much near me (just some volunteering and writing contests). It’s really not usual here to do many extracurriculars, except when you go to fancy schools, which I don’t.
Oh and btw I’m only applying to quite prestigious schools since I need a ton of financial aid.
Am I cooked? Or will colleges consider my situation? How do I make them know my situation without sounding petty? Please I’m driving insane.

This is my analysis of RITN.
Tyler sings about not being able to sleep. Instead, he's walking around in a metaphorical house containing his memories. This sounds a bit like someone stressing about their past. Wandering through the House, as I will refer to it from now on, is now a routine. And what is a routine? A CYCLE. Another mention of cycles is when Tyler says the line "reoccurring, keeps coming around, REM cycles skipped, night psycho trip". I suspect that RITN is about the Cycle. And the House represents the Cycle itself.
Now onto the music video. We see Tyler wearing three different outfits: the Clancy shirt and stole, the Violation Code shirt, and pajamas. We also see that the House contains several rooms. Most rooms are filled with red light, but other lights are blue and there's also one gray room.
In one of the blue rooms, we see Clancy with a Trench flower. But we also see the real Tyler sleeping with one of these flowers next to him. While I give you a moment to chew on what that could possibly mean, I'd like to point out the similarities between the House and the building in Fairly Local. I'll also mention that only in the dream does Tyler wear the Blurry paint. Also, there are Bishop cloaks in the house, representing the Bishops' influence over him.
And now onto my main theory: I suspect that the House is where Clancy goes when he is being seized.
In the Psychokinesis letter, Clancy recalls that being seized causes him to have "blood red vision". As I mentioned earlier, most of the rooms in the House are filled with red light. Also, Tyler has red eyes in part of the Fairly Local video. Additionally, I've theorized that the Blurry paint is connected to Psychokinesis somehow, and that Clancy has a piece of Nico's soul (which is what Blurryface is) living inside him which is why he can seize vessels and why he has these episodes. The House is where Blurryface lives and where he torments Clancy in the night. Clancy wears Blurry paint in his dream because he is under the influence of this entity. I think that it is possible that the Violation Code Tyler is actually portraying Blurryface. Blurryface is keeping Clancy stuck in the Cycle, and until Clancy can somehow break the Cycle, he will always come back to this house.
So yes, RITN is a part of the Dema lore -- it's what happens when Blurryface is in control.

So I tried using immersive aircraft (1.19.4, Forge) and every time I try to start the biplane engine the game crashes and it comes up with this error message:
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
// You should try our sister game, Minceraft!
Time: 2024-06-09 17:22:52
Description: Ticking entity
java.lang.NullPointerException: Registry Object not present: immersive_aircraft:engine_start

at java.util.Objects.requireNonNull(Objects.java:336) \~\[?:?\] {re:mixin} at net.minecraftforge.registries.RegistryObject.get(RegistryObject.java:204) \~\[forge-1.19.4-45.2.0-universal.jar%23173!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.getEngineStartSound(EngineAircraft.java:68) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.setEngineTarget(EngineAircraft.java:256) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AirshipEntity.updateController(AirshipEntity.java:66) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.VehicleEntity.m\_8119\_(VehicleEntity.java:381) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.InventoryVehicleEntity.m\_8119\_(InventoryVehicleEntity.java:235) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AircraftEntity.m\_8119\_(AircraftEntity.java:63) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.m\_8119\_(EngineAircraft.java:94) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AirshipEntity.m\_8119\_(AirshipEntity.java:82) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_104639\_(ClientLevel.java:341) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.world.level.Level.m\_46653\_(Level.java:485) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.lambda$tickEntities$4(ClientLevel.java:318) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.world.level.entity.EntityTickList.m\_156910\_(EntityTickList.java:54) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_104804\_(ClientLevel.java:314) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91398\_(Minecraft.java:1818) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91383\_(Minecraft.java:1114) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:719) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:205) \~\[forge-45.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$launchService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:27) \~\[fmlloader-1.19.4-45.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:106) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:77) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
Stacktrace:

at java.util.Objects.requireNonNull(Objects.java:336) \~\[?:?\] {re:mixin} at net.minecraftforge.registries.RegistryObject.get(RegistryObject.java:204) \~\[forge-1.19.4-45.2.0-universal.jar%23173!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.getEngineStartSound(EngineAircraft.java:68) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.setEngineTarget(EngineAircraft.java:256) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AirshipEntity.updateController(AirshipEntity.java:66) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.VehicleEntity.m\_8119\_(VehicleEntity.java:381) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.InventoryVehicleEntity.m\_8119\_(InventoryVehicleEntity.java:235) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AircraftEntity.m\_8119\_(AircraftEntity.java:63) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:mixin,re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.EngineAircraft.m\_8119\_(EngineAircraft.java:94) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at immersive\_aircraft.entity.AirshipEntity.m\_8119\_(AirshipEntity.java:82) \~\[immersive\_aircraft-0.7.9+1.19.4-forge.jar%23164!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_104639\_(ClientLevel.java:341) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.world.level.Level.m\_46653\_(Level.java:485) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.lambda$tickEntities$4(ClientLevel.java:318) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.world.level.entity.EntityTickList.m\_156910\_(EntityTickList.java:54) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_104804\_(ClientLevel.java:314) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} 

-- Entity being ticked --
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Entity Type: immersive\_aircraft:airship (immersive\_aircraft.entity.AirshipEntity) Entity ID: 523 Entity Name: Airship Entity's Exact location: 198.17, 71.00, -195.68 Entity's Block location: World: (198,71,-196), Section: (at 6,7,12 in 12,4,-13; chunk contains blocks 192,-64,-208 to 207,319,-193), Region: (0,-1; contains chunks 0,-32 to 31,-1, blocks 0,-64,-512 to 511,319,-1) Entity's Momentum: 0.00, -0.04, -0.00 Entity's Passengers: \[LocalPlayer\['Apiv\_'/102, l='ClientLevel', x=198.61, y=71.00, z=-192.16\]\] Entity's Vehicle: null 

Stacktrace:

at net.minecraft.world.level.Level.m\_46653\_(Level.java:485) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.lambda$tickEntities$4(ClientLevel.java:318) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.world.level.entity.EntityTickList.m\_156910\_(EntityTickList.java:54) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_104804\_(ClientLevel.java:314) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91398\_(Minecraft.java:1818) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91383\_(Minecraft.java:1114) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:719) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:205) \~\[forge-45.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$launchService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:27) \~\[fmlloader-1.19.4-45.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:106) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:77) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

-- Affected level --
Details:

All players: 1 total; \[LocalPlayer\['Apiv\_'/102, l='ClientLevel', x=198.61, y=71.00, z=-192.16\]\] Chunk stats: 961, 612 Level dimension: minecraft:overworld Level spawn location: World: (0,111,0), Section: (at 0,15,0 in 0,6,0; chunk contains blocks 0,-64,0 to 15,319,15), Region: (0,0; contains chunks 0,0 to 31,31, blocks 0,-64,0 to 511,319,511) Level time: 120885 game time, 120885 day time Server brand: forge Server type: Integrated singleplayer server 

Stacktrace:

at net.minecraft.client.multiplayer.ClientLevel.m\_6026\_(ClientLevel.java:583) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:classloading,xf:OptiFine:default,re:mixin,xf:OptiFine:default} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91354\_(Minecraft.java:2322) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:736) \~\[client-1.19.4-20230314.122934-srg.jar%23168!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:cgm.mixins.json:client.MinecraftMixin,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:205) \~\[forge-45.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$launchService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:27) \~\[fmlloader-1.19.4-45.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:106) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:77) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.8.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

-- Last reload --
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Reload number: 1 Reload reason: initial Finished: Yes Packs: vanilla, mod\_resources, file/Fullbright.zip 

-- System Details --
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[Part 1]
My king. The sad memories faded into blurred flashbacks.
Olyvar cherished the sweet time as his grace’s squire. Though two years older, it made no matter. A warrior king was training Olyvar the way of knighthood, almost any boy’s dream. He remembered on slow days, Robb Stark would spend time with him, teaching the art of the long sword and shield. He can still remember the cloudy day at the Crag’s courtyard and his Northern accent as he swung his blade at the squire. “Keep your shield up Olyvar. Keep it up.”
“It’s too heavy.” Olyvar replied as Robb swung on.
“If it wasn’t heavy, it wouldn’t stop a sword. So get it up.”
They sparred and sparred in the courtyard. Robb Stark was dancing with him, hilts in hands. After he knocked Olyvar to the dirt for the twentieth time, he lifted him back up.
“Come, drive at me.” Robb then grabbed Olyvar gently by the back of his neck. “Look Olly, keep your shield up or I’ll ring your head like a bell.”
Olyvar never forgot that moment, his Grace’s right-hand touch, the way Robb looked into his eyes and called him ‘Olly’. No one has ever called him that and he liked it very much. They continued to dance. Rain began to fall, turning dirt into mud. Olyvar darted at him. Robb stepped aside, deflecting the stab off his shield and twirled around forward in a natural motion, his cloak spinning in the air. Before Olyvar knew it, Robb had his rear, his sword ready to thrust or slash any part of him. He glanced back and knew he was lost. The dance paused there and Olyvar turned around to meet Robb’s beautiful blue eyes. He could melt in them.
“You had me your Grace.”
“Come Olly, it’s your turn.” A winter wind came blowing in from across the sea. A breeze lingered there, brushed Robb’s auburn hair. “Now, dance with me!”
It almost felt like a sin to be as excited as Olly was at that moment.
“I’ll drive to you now. Try to do what I just did. In mud like this, don’t forget to plant your foot before each movement. And remember, you have to keep your shield up.”
As Olyvar and Robb got into their positions, his older half-nephew Ser Ryman Frey suddenly appeared and intervened. He grabbed Olyvar like a little green boy and pulled him towards the exit. NO! Olyvar’s word caught in his mouth.
Robb spoke up for him. “What are you doing? Olyvar is my squire and a grown man. He can do what he wants and speaks for himself.”
“My grandfather has declared a suspension of your alliance with House Frey,” Ryman said. “You have broken a sacred vow. If you would not have his daughter or granddaughter as your queen, you certainly cannot have his son as your squire.”
Robb was expecting Olyvar to say something, but the squire froze. More Frey guardsmen came in and dragged him away from the courtyard, his heels lifeless on the ground, leaving twin mud tracks on his departure. Robb stared at him sweet, sad, and silent. A bolt of lightning flashed across the rainy skies, its reflection off the King’s sword blinding Olyvar. That was the last time he saw Robb alive.
When news of his King returning to the Twins for the wedding between Lord Edmure Tully and his sister Roslin, Olyvar could not contain his excitement, to hear the voice of his call.
Since that rainy courtyard day, Olyvar had been on his own for long enough. He hoped maybe Robb could show him again that dance that he loved. Maybe. Olyvar had been going through withdrawals. Not seeing his Grace was just too much. He could turn me on with the slightest touch. But since the Red Wedding, Olyvar’s courtyard has been cold and empty. Fuck anyone who judges me. He couldn’t see clearly now that Robb was forever gone. Olyvar was still blinded by Robb’s last light. He couldn’t sleep, still yearning for his touch. In his heart, rain constantly fell, drowning him in the nights. I was his squire, Olyvar cried as his soul twisted. And I failed him. I was the only one that night he could trust.
After the slaughter, Merrett Frey, a kin of his, greeted him as he released Olyvar from the dungeons. “I’m sorry Olyvar that we had to lock you up, Perwyn and Alesander too. But you must do your duty for your family. You are a Frey, a man of an honorable house. This stain left by Robb Stark and his bitch mother Catelyn Tully should not go unpunished. Lady Catelyn also killed Jinglebells. She even japed ‘a son for a son‘ to our Lord father as she slit his throat.”
A son for a son. Olyvar Frey looked at Merrett sullenly, his voice choking up, “I must go for a walk.” Olyvar walked and walked … passing the burnt tents, passing the dead soldiers with Northern and Riverland sigils sewn on their garments, and passing Grey Wind’s headless body. He was far enough from home, but he could still hear the cheap cheers of the Frey and Bolton soldiers.
He fell to his knees and began to cry. My king. My sweet king. Olyvar swore vengeance. Though he will never consider kinslaying as it was a curse among the gods, it would not stop him from facilitating others who seek revenge against his own family, the ones who were directly involved.
Suddenly at the side of the river, a dying man was crawling towards him. Soaked in water, mud and blood, he cried out in a ghastly voice “Olyvar!”
“Who, who are you?” Olyvar sprinted to aid and for recognition. “Raynald?” Without hesitation Olyvar replied, “My brother!” He placed himself under Raynald’s shoulder and lifted him up. “We need to find a maester.”
On the way back to camp, Olyvar and Raynald encountered two sentries of his Frey household guards, far from any other eyes can see.
“So what do you have here my Lord Olyvar?” one asked.
“A dying lone wolf? Let us put him out of his misery,” the other replied as they stared at Ser Raynald Westerling’s dampened seashell surcoat.
Olyvar lowered himself and laid Ser Raynald on the ground, and arose in a tone cold as stone. “No. Not a lone wolf.”
Olyvar unsheathed his sword and killed both Frey guards before they could reach their weapons. He then swapped Raynald’s wet Westerling clothing for one of the dead men, and found a maester.
Ser Raynald Westerling stayed with Olyvar at the Twins under disguise. He even trimmed off his brushy moustache. Weeks later after Ray had fully healed, he asked Olyvar to go with him to look for Maege Mormont and Galbart Glover at their secret hideout, as per the original plan before the wedding.
One night, Olyvar Frey simply walked out of the Twins again, this time with Ray. No one would care where Olyvar was going. Truth be told, his Frey family would be more content if more spawnlings of their lord father would leave the castle to find their own destiny, especially if they were unlikely heirs deep behind the line of succession.
Aboard one of the Northern galleys floating outside of Seagard, the Seashell Knight had to explain how this son of Walder Frey earned his trust, as Lady Mormont held Olyvar by the throat with a dagger. The skin around her eyes had been raked and blackened with tears and nails, her teeth bit with furious anger. She had been like this for weeks. Olyvar stared at her face and he felt like he could die here and now, if that was what it meant for Lady Mormont to forgive him, as he knows no gold would ever substitute for her grief. “I am sorry about your daughter Dacey. I lost my brother too. Benfred was a good man, I swear to you by all the gods old and new, that he did not have a part in the slaughter. Benfred would have done everything he could to grab an innocent woman like Dacey, and bring her safe from harm.” Olyvar meant it.
Mormont sheathed her dagger, her hands still shaking. “I’ll kill them all! Anyone who was a part of this!”
“No.” Olyvar replied. “We have to get the girls back. And then you can kill them all.”
At the siege of Riverrun, Olyvar Frey freely roamed Ryman’s uncoordinated camp. No one cared. One night alone, he swam across the moat and climbed up the castle with spikes. Only thirty feet up, the Tully guards had heard him clanking and aimed their crossbows from above. “Identify yourself!”
He whispered, “I am Olyvar Frey, son of Walder Frey, former squire to his King, Robb Stark. I come unarmed and offer myself as a hostage. I know the Blackfish, please let him know I am here.”
“Stay where you are.”
Olyvar clung to the castle’s wall half way down to death and half way up to forgiveness. Finally Ser Brynden Tully appeared and told Olyvar to come up quietly. As Olyvar threw himself over the parapet and onto the floor, the Blackfish kicked away his spikes and immediately kneed his body to the ground, holding a dagger at his throat. Shit, not again! Damn this mayhaps, why was I unblessed to be born a Frey?
“What are you doing here, Olyvar Frey?” Ser Tully demanded.
Olyvar told them the truth and handed him Lady Maege’s letter from a waterproof compartment in his garment. The letter was coded with secret words that he and she only knew. The Blackfish cracked the seal, unrolled the parchment and read. Afterwards he released the grip from the bottom and the message curled up on its own, eager to protect the secrets.
“The paper curls, at least you didn’t try to deceive me with the age of the parchment.” He then asked Olyvar, “So, you killed some of your own men did you?”
“To save Ser Westerling, yes.” The Blackfish looked at his eyes and nodded in approval. “May I see her now?” Olyvar inquired.
The Tully guards led Olyvar to her room. Some left the area, but others stayed and watched, still suspicious of the unarmed Frey. She was in her solar, knitting her needle works. He fell down to one knee towards his niece-in-law (by Olyvar’s brother-in-law, Lord Edmure Tully), “My Queen.”
“Olyvar!” Without a hint of hesitation or mistrust, she dropped her needle, ran towards him, and wrapped her loose skinny arms strongly under his’. She poured her heart, soul and grief-filled life into a Rose By the name of Olyvar Frey. He reciprocated, placing his arms around her shoulders as Jeyne Westerling-Stark continued to hold tight. Her orange sized breasts pushed against his chest, as the Queen’s chestnut mop of brown hair sat below Olyvar’s clean-shaven chin.
“Robb.” It was all she needed to say as they shared a sob. Nothing hurt more than that moment when he shared the same pain with Jeyne. Olyvar dipped his head to hers, their salty tears finally uniting and slowly dancing together as their faces pressed cheek to cheek.
“He is in the heavens now, I believe, singing from above.” Olyvar prayed. “He will be waiting for us. No doubt we will see him again some day, but we must make him wait.”
“I miss him so much,” Jeyne cried. She was always cheerful with Olyvar since they first met. Though he was curious whether she truly loved Robb or just wanted to be a queen, she has repeatedly been kind to him, so sweet. She never intervened when Robb trained Olyvar at swordplay and he was grateful for that. When they wed, Olyvar knew Robb could never be his brother, but Jeyne did not seem to mind letting him continue to squire beside her much younger brother, Rollam Westerling. Robb had allowed Olyvar to protect the queen sometimes, along with the other household guards, though he was still training at arms. Olyvar and Jeyne would talk constantly, mostly about their King. Even when Jeyne rambles about him, she would always shy away from talking about Robb’s bed manners. But Olyvar insisted he did not mind hearing it. Jeyne felt like a sister to him, just as much or more as Roslin.
“I miss him too,” Olyvar replied. “Did you really love him?”
She cried a little bit louder and squeezed Olyvar even harder. “With all my heart.”
Olyvar wanted to confess too, but he could not do it here, not with everyone watching. He only hoped Jeyne would ask him the same, and she did. “Did you really love him, Olyvar?”
He tightened his grip on Jeyne’s shoulders. “More than you ever know.”
She gently reached for his hands and lowered them. “Olyvar, you were his squire. He is gone now. But you still have a duty to us. You must protect us. We must never separate again. Promise me Olyvar. Promise me.”
“No. I cannot. Not yet. I must leave you, just this one last time, for your safety and your family’s.”
“You are part of my family,” the Queen proclaimed. Tears rolled down again, their hands still held together at their hips.
“I need to leave Riverrun tonight. And I promise you, we will reunite again and I will keep you safe.”
They talked for hours about the good times, the horror, and what the future lies. They talked about Robb, crying to the sadness of him, exulting at his bravery and his glories, laughing at the silly juvenile things the teenager king did to entertain them, and about falling in love with him all over again. And then they cried some more.
Later on that night, Ser Brynden visited Jeyne and Olyvar, with Lady Eleyna and Lady Sybell watching. “Olyvar, you were the King’s squire and though he is no longer with us, you are still owed a knighthood. Let the gods curse me if I ever knighted a Frey, but you are no Frey I have ever known. What you are about to do would be considered treason to your family.”
“But my lord father was treasonous to my King. I do not get to choose my father or which family I was born into. But here right now, is the family I want to be with.”
“Will you honor your new family? Will you honor your duty to your late King, his Queen and his House, the Starks of Winterfell?”
“I do,” Olyvar replied with pride.
The Blackfish unsheathed his sword, the blade alive with moonlight gleaming from the window balcony. “Shit I think I’m doing this wrong. I was supposed to say that later. Anyways, kneel Olyvar Frey.”
Olyvar got to one knee as Queen Stark and all the others watched. Ser Brynden Tully, the legendary warrior Blackfish, placed the flat of his sword on Olyvar’s shoulder.
“I charge you to be brave and … aww shit the knighting words escape me. I’m embarrassing myself. Anyways um. Family! Honor! Duty!” He placed the blade on the other shoulder. “Shit, I forgot the rest of the speech. Forgive me. But Olyvar of House Frey, I name you a knight! Now rise!”
And arose the new knight stood, and proud he was. King Robb Stark could have never fulfilled his promise of a knighthood, but it was his father that took it away from him. But being knighted by the Blackfish was more than anything Olyvar wanted right now, besides keeping Queen Jeyne and his family safe. To him, it was forgiveness.
The Queen approached him with a longsword in scabbard, flat on both hands. “Our late King had a gift for you Ser Olyvar Frey, at least he would have wanted you to have it.”
Before Ser Olyvar received it, he already knew what it was. Robb’s sword. “No, I cannot. I am unworthy of this gift, his Grace’s sword.”
“This is King Robb Stark’s sword, and I am his Queen wife. I charge you to protect your family with his own sword.”
Queen Jeyne Stark made an offer that Ser Olyvar cannot refuse. He took the sword from her forgiving hands.
“What will you call it?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“A name. Robb never named his sword. But a good sword should have a good name.”
“I was told by my half-brothers that only cun–, I mean only women name their swords. I will let you name it, my Grace. How should we honor our late King Robb Stark?”
“It is honor,” Jeyne replied.
Confused, Olyvar asked, “What is honor?”
“A sword. This sword.”
Before the sun had dawned, Ser Olyvar Frey with Honor slung on his back, climbed down the castle walls with rope, swam under the moat again, and departed the birthplace of his King, Robb Stark, as a knight.
He returned to the Twins, keeping his knighthood a secret. When Riverrun had fallen to Ser Jaime Lannister, Edmure Tully had agreed to be a prisoner at Casterly Rock. Roslin Tully volunteered to join her husband, giving them a chance to raise a family together, even as hostages. Olyvar, their brother Perwyn and half-nephew Alesander all agreed to escort Lady Tully to the Westerlands. Although they told their half-family they would take the land-route for their journey; Olyvar, Perwyn, Alesander and Roslin had a different Frey destiny in mind. After the Kingslayer’s threat to Roslin’s unborn child, there was no day they would ever stay at Casterly Rock nor return to the Twins. They departed for the coast and reunited with Ser Brynden Tully, Lady Maege Mormont and Lord Galbart Glover aboard the Motherfunker.
Before Ser Brynden escaped Riverrun alone, he and Lord Tully reviewed all their options during Edmure’s short visit. An escape on land had many risks to be recaptured or killed, but at sea it was far fewer … and having a faster ship helped. They would allow Edmure and Jeyne to be peacefully escorted by their captors to Casterly Rock as hostages, only to be rescued from the shoreline. Lady Sybell Spicer swore her brother Ser Rolph would lead the way inside the caves. “Honor, not honors,” were House Westerling’s words. And Robb Stark showed more honor to Lady Sybell’s family than any of the other Westermen could. King Robb made her daughter a Queen, while King Tommen gifted Ser Rolph with the cursed ruins of Castamere from the notorious Lannister song. This honor was more of an insult than a reward.
One night aboard the Motherfunker, Olyvar took out a fresh new flat parchment to write a letter that was meant for his father. He held his feathered quill upright, but did not know how to start. He was fidgeting as he stared up around his cabin. He began to tap the pointy end of the quill and pricked his other hand by chance. Frey blood began to trickle from the wound along with a stinging pain. Cashing in on the moment, he then knew what to say. He dipped the blood smeared quill into the black inkpot, and began to pour his soul & anger onto the kin he no longer wanted.
Father, I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that is real. The needle tears a hole. This old familiar family sting. I try to forget it all the way. But I remember everything. I find myself asking … “What have I become? My sweetest King? Will everyone I love go away in the end?” And Father, you can have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make it hurt. If I could start again, many miles back at home that night. To save my King, I would sacrifice myself. I would find a way. Your son Olyvar.
He rolled the parchment and laid a tablespoon of wax from his tallow candle at the edge. Olyvar pressed the button with his bleeding thumb, filling the stamp in a marble of white, red and pink; sealing it with his own blood. He placed the rolled parchment in his breast pocket, hoping to leave it somewhere in Casterly Rock and eventually reaching his father’s hands.
On the deck of the Motherfunker a few nights before … crewmen, Riverlands and Northern loyalists sang, drank, and cheered to the music of the masterplan. Though most wanted to spill blood to avenge the Red Wedding, humiliating their enemies would be the sweeter revenge: the story that sings in songs. But not all were there for vengeance. Some were just there for the adventure.
The Captain of the Motherfunker was there for the honor of joining their song. He wanted to look into the eyes of the lion, be a part of the thrill of the fight, rising up against our rivals. He also owed Ser Rolph Spicer a favor from their long smuggling history together at sea. If he helped rescue his niece Jeyne from the rocky castle, he would consider the debt paid, and the Black Sparrow was happy to oblige.
“So we are here to rescue this princess? No?” Samullu spoke in the broken Common Tongue
“No, not a princess, she is a queen,” Olyvar chatted.
“In the Summer Isles, a princess and a widowed queen is the same person. My father was king, but he died when I was a babe. My princess mother was the one who raised me after my uncle took the throne. I loved my mother. I named my swanship for her after she died a few years ago.”
“Motherfunker?” Olyvar asked. “What is a funker?”
“Where I am from, fighting and dancing is called the same thing. We call it funk. We funk to fight, we funk to dance, and we also funk to love. And the skill of our funk we always inherit from our mother’s side. I got it from my mama.” The black single-eyed captain pleaded. “Yo got yo from yo mama too. ‘Motherfunker’ is just a homage to one’s mother for giving us this art of our body’s motions.”
Olyvar never knew his mother, but he was very intrigued to hear more about Samullu’s and their culture. They chatted for quite a while.
Olyvar thanked him for helping them. But Samullu insisted it was the right thing to do after hearing about the horrors of the Red Wedding. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers! And yo will know I am the Captain when I lay my vengeance upon thee!”
Olyvar never knew the Black Sparrow was so pious to the gods of avengers.
Sharing rum together, Olyvar sung to him about his own story in depth. Captain Black Sparrow was impressed about his journey so far and he gave Olyvar a small jar of dirt. “This is soil from my empire back in the Summer Isle. I have a whole barrel of it to remind me of home. Here, take this other small gift as well.” He then took out a bird’s feather, long as a flute, bright and colorful. “We Summer Isle people have feathered cloaks, yo see it on all of us. But feathers like this one were meant for some of the bravest and baddest motherfunkers out there. I want yo to take it Ser Olyvar. Let it be yo warrior’s funk.”
Olyvar took it with his hand and gave it a warm stare. The feather was colored like a fading rainbow top to bottom, but the stem was yellow like a lemon. “Thank you.” The gifts were quite odd. By value it was not much, but it seemed like it meant a lot to the exiled prince, the type of gifts worth remembering.
“So what do yo need besides a miracle?” Samullu asked.
“Weapons. Bows and arrows. Lots of arrows.” Olyvar was serious.
“Aye, and I have a lot. Yo know, no one has ever done anything like what yo and the Blackfish’s men are about to do.”
“And that is why it will work.”
The plan was to allow Lord Edmure Tully and Queen Jeyne Stark to safely travel to Casterly Rock unmolested, under the command of Ser Forley Prester and his four hundred men. Lord Gawen Westerling and his son Rollam were to return to the Crag, but Lady Sybell was to stay with Jeyne, maintaining what deceptions she can conjure. Her bluff with Ser Jaime Lannister worked, earning the slightest trust from them before their escape at Casterly Rock. An attempt to rescue them on their path down the River Road would invite the Lannisters to execute the hostages on the spot, failing the objective’s purpose. To stealthily hunt down each soldier one by one would have proven even then, a mission of the impossible. Stirring fear in the hearts of the Lannister soldiers was the only solution, the effective psychological weapon. Ser Prester’s men have been haunted by the ghosts of the Brotherhood without Banners throughout the Riverlands, and the Blackfish would use that to his advantage. With the help of their fastest horse, Bubbles, mounted by Justin Smallister, a distant cousin to House Mallister of Seagard, he would tie empty nooses on trees ahead of Ser Forley’s route. The hope of the hoax would keep the Lannisters on edge, making it difficult to rest. Only when they reached the castle of Casterly Rock, they would drop their guards down, thinking the hard part was over. But on the exact evenfall on the day of their arrival, Lord Gawen Westerling and our small land forces, hidden in the eastern woods outside, would sound the trumpets and drums, drawing the weary soldiers to arms again. But the Blackfish was to infiltrate Casterly Rock from the western sea. Ser Rolph Spicer, our secret agent inside, will bond with Jeyne’s guards, drinking with them throughout their journey. Only on the hour of the escape, Ser Spicer would drug the guards’ ale, allowing them to fall asleep during the diversionary music. The Blackfish and his squad would provide armed escort, if needed. Ser Spicer would also help them navigate inside the caves, rescuing his niece Jeyne and their family back to the Motherfunker. By then, it would be too dark for the Lannisters to give chase into the ocean, if they even realized Queen Stark had flown off.
“I need twenty good men,” the Blackfish had demanded. A few hundreds of the remaining Stark loyalists and outlaws gathered at the docks, where the Motherfunker was anchored.
“And one more woman too!” the She-Bear crone proclaimed.
The men laughed in agreement as Ser Brynden continued. “I need volunteers only. Soldiers who want this fate to fuck them from behind in their arses! For the twenty one of us, we will be in harm’s way, make no mistake about it. I do not expect us to be discovered, but if we were, our escape will not be easy like our brothers working the diversion in the woods. I need men quick on their feet, proficient with the bow, and skilled at close-quarter hand-to-hand combat. Who are my brave men that will be knocking on the Lannister’s doors?”
Ser Olyvar Frey thundered in first and raised his hand. Jeyne’s words echoed in his thoughts, Promise me Olyvar, promise me.
Alesander Frey surprised him. “No you fool! You are not a skilled fighter. Put your hand down!” Olyvar told his nephew.
“I am a grown man, and I will not miss this adventure for nothing,” Alesander protested to his uncle.
“You are just a singer.”
“Then I want to be a witness to this great deed and be the first singer of our new song.”
Olyvar could not stop his brother & nephew from doing something so stupid.
Ser Raynald Westerling the Seashell Knight raised his hand too, eager to save his sisters Jeyne and Eleyna, and his mother Sybell.
Others began to join. Some had their reasons, some had their vengeance, some just wanted to try something new.
Fess stepped up. He was a long lost uncle to Ser Addam Marbrand after a lengthy voyage at sea. But Ser Addam refused to believe him, denying him a small chunk of land near Ashemark that Fess was entitled to own. He called his uncle an imposter and casted him out of the region. Fess swore he was a Marbrand, and swore he would unleash a storm on their household if they did not give his piece of land back. To the future of reclaiming his name by shaming theirs, Fess Marbrand was recruited into our efforts against the Lannisters and their bannermen.
The Summer Islander, Ben, and his Westerosi-born son, Benjen, were farmers from the Neck. Years ago, Lord Rickard Stark had welcomed the immigrant and his wife, granting them farm lands to flourish in. They grew rice in the marsh and exported it from White Harbor. They were so grateful to House Stark that they quite frankly named their son “Benjen” for Lord Stark’s youngest child of similar age. Since then, their hard earned work with their rough black hands in the cold had paid off in prosperity. After being widowed, Ben and his son ran the farm, just the two of them … until a few Ironborn men took Moat Cailin and all their harvest this past year. Their will and pride refused to let them take it again. So instead of growing new rice, they let it wither away and left the land … trapping the jaws of the Ironborn to hunger. Now Ben and Benjen were reborn into Ser Brynden’s band, for the honor of House Stark. “With great honor comes a great ass whooping!” Ben had declared.
Jess and Jory were two brothers that served House Westerling as guards at the Crag, personally protecting the Westerling sisters, Jeyne and Eleyna. They had watched them grow up since birth. Participating in their rescue was their duty, a duty they took without hesitation for the girls who were like nieces to them.
Phyl was a crewmate of royal blood on the Motherfunker. Back on another Summer Isle kingdom, his older king brother passed away as his young prince nephew took fresh rule. After Phyl forbade his nephew-king to order an attack on a rival neighboring island, he screamed at him, “You are not my father!” and flew out of the throne room, slamming its double doors. Soon after, the boy-king ordered for his uncle’s exile. Free like a bird, Phyl flew away himself to a ship with his friend, the Black Sparrow, looking for a new adventure.
Sam, June, and Rico were all hard loyal Tully soldiers that were ready to follow the Blackfish to the end of the world. Sam used to be a tall fat leviathan of a man, until one day June told Sam, “You never had the making of a first-class athlete like Rico here.” From then on, Sam, offended, lost several stones over the years as the three served patriotically together to House Tully. Now tall, lean and muscular, Sam was a force not to be reckoned with. They nicknamed him Sam the Shredder, but for shredding his fat as his body was now packed with muscular meat.
The hedge knight Ser Barnabus the Goose volunteered along with his new squire Leo, a boy of fourteen, whom he met that same day. Goose was a tall man, big shoulders, wide hips with greying blond hair. Though he grew up as an orphan, Ser Barnabus often boasted about being the grandson of some legendary tall hedge knight that he never chanced to meet. The other orphans used to laugh at him, calling him the Useless Goose. But ever since he suited up in his knightly armor decades ago, Ser Barnabus assured he was a useful Goose helping the small folks around the Riverlands. Olyvar wondered if Barnabus was his real name, or if he was even a knight.
Leo’s older brothers wanted to join the action as well … so Mikkal, Raff, and Donal stepped forward. Their uncle Scrooge, a man in his fifties, will chip in his services too. The four brothers and uncle were known as the Pissa family. They once owned a tavern serving their mother’s recipe of baked thin crispy bread, spun circular into a flat pie, served with tomato sauce and cheese above. Their uncle Scrooge improved his sister’s recipe by adding sliced duck sausages on top of the cheese, and charging customers extra for the option. Olyvar and the men on the Motherfunker had sampled and enjoyed the cuisine they baked aboard. Captain Samullu claimed that pissa was indeed a tasty dish, and suggested adding slices of pineapples on top of it too. The Pissa brothers gave Samullu Jaqenssen a cold stare as if the gesture was treason to the recipe. Back when they owned the tavern with their mother, the family often boasted about their food to the point where their competitors despised them. Their opponents would try to mimic cooking the same dish, but others would complain it tasted no different than bread. Afraid of losing their revenue, they insulted their mother’s crispy dish by calling it “pissa,” slandering it by saying it tasted like piss. But the brothers took the name their enemies gave them and wore it like armor, never allowing it to hurt them. Raff returned their insult by calling their adversary’s food being something that comes out of a cow’s bung hole. That humiliation stuck. For a while, men and women from all over the Riverlands continued to rallied in long lines to the Pissa tavern for a delicious slice of pissa. Sadly one day, the Mountain and his men came to destroy their tavern during the war, and took their mother. They never saw her again. Despite the sad drama, the Pissa family were a cheerful bunch, save for their pessimistic uncle. Olyvar could only hope they would find their mother safe and sound some day.
On the first day aboard the Motherfunker, Leo had never been on a ship his entire life. He bolted to the stern of the galley, stood on the middle rail with his arms spread out and screamed, “I’m the king of the world!”
Olyvar had to grab the blond teen down before he fell overboard. “Nice try Leo,” Olyvar said. “But you are too lowborn to be royalty. You are better off marrying a queen to be a king, or at least start with a princess.”
Ser Barnabus the Goose appeared and offered his help. He was in need of a squire for some reason, and Leo was quite eager. “Leo, I’m going to teach you how to live.” Goose swung his arm around the teenager’s neck and rested it there. “You want to be a king and win the ladies? Learn how to squire for a knight first. Unchain and fetch me my stallion from the docks, I’ll show you a trick. I’ll show you how to ride it on this rocking ship!” Leo did as he was ordered.
“And when will I ever need that skill?” Leo questioned as he brought the horse up to the deck from the ramp.
“What was it you were looking for again on this journey? Your destiny? Your death?” Goose mounted.
“Naked princesses,” Leo said.
“Well this move would make any maiden, royal or lowborn, shed their clothes off for you.” The knight pulled down the reins as the stallion stood tall on its two hind legs, looking like a work of art meant for eternal statues of the gods.
Samullu appeared and asked Leo, “Is that Goose on a horse? On my boat? Why is Goose on a horse on my boat?!” The stallion came down, hooves thundering the top of the deck.
“Aye Captain, Ser Goose was teaching me how to pick up women.”
“Shiitt Leo, that’s all you had to say.” Samullu wrapped his right arm around the neck of the youth and offered his counsel, his left hand danced in the air as he spoke to solidify his argument. “If yo want naked women, fuck land. Don’t be a knight. Be a captain of a galley. The best pick up line to catch any woman yo can, is ‘I own a ship’.” Samullu raised his bearded chin. “After this mission is over, come with me and we’ll sail the seas. Meet women from all over the world. And they love a captain. Do yo concur? Leo, each lady is just a flower, another rose by another name that smell just as sweet, waiting to be plucked.”
Goose winced at the word and protested. “The only maids you meet sailing seas are mermaids. Don’t be fooled by the Black Sparrow. Some of them may be pretty on the top half, but you won’t like what they got below. It probably stinks down there too. But the captain doesn’t mind, he seems to enjoy bedding mermaids!”
Whether sea, air or land … the Black Sparrow or Goose … Leo will probably have to fly with one of them after the mission, Olyvar thought.
The night before the rescue, the raiders and the crewmen drunkenly sang and cheered to music, rum, ale and pissa. Drowning in the glory of their task on the morrow, they reminisce about the harsh archery and lethal weapons training Lord Glover had given them over the past weeks back on land … while questioning how large Lady Mormont’s sacs truly were. Lady Roslin Tully, approached everyone and asked if they would write their names on the book she held. “It’s for the memories,” she said. They all did. A signature on each page for each man and Maege. Some drew their own personal coat of arms. When it was Olyvar’s turn, he hesitated about sketching the two towers. He wanted to separate himself from the murderous lore of House Frey. He decided to draw his towers, with a Stark wolf running on top of the bridge, and a Tully trout jumping below it. He signed his name, Ser Olyvar of House Frey, squire to the late King Robb Stark, knighted by Ser Brynden Tully.
He wondered if he will be written into history as a great knight some day. A knight that could not save his king, Olyvar thought sadly. He would not be the only one though. Word had travelled for Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers, and his gallant assault at Dragonstone. He was gravely wounded, but no word on this brave knight’s final fate. Like Olyvar, Ser Loras had failed to protect his first King, Renly Baratheon, a man that the Knight of Flower was rumored to have truly loved. Though his King was gone, he continued to be bathe in the glory of battle. Despite being on the opposing side of the war, Ser Olyvar would be gay if he had the chance to meet Ser Loras, if he still lives, chatting with him about the kings they loved and lost.
Later on that night, Captain Samullu Jaqenssen shared a drunken game of cvyasse with Ser Barnabus for a golden dragon. When Goose doubled down after his first loss, he fell again, owing the Black Sparrow a pair of golden dragons by the end of it. When Samullu demanded Goose to pay up his reward immediately, Goose pretended not to understand his loose Summer Isle accent, giving him a wild chase.
“Wat?”
“Yo loose Goose, yo owe me the gold,” the Captain demanded in his queer Common Tongue.
“Wat?”
“The gold yo fool. The gold! Yo pay me.”
“Wat?”
“Wat country yo from?”
“Wat?”
“Do they not speak the Common Tongue in Wat?”
“Wat?”
“Common Tongue mother Goose!”
“Wat?”
“Say wat again! I dare yo, I double dare yo! I’ll throw yo overboard off the Motherfunker!”
Goose paused for a moment, until his pride could not resist. “Wat? Wat? Wat? Wat? Wat?” Goose said ‘what‘ so many times, it sounded like he was quacking, each one louder than before. “Wat? Wat? Wat? Wat? Wat?”
In a nick of fury, Samullu Jaqenssen flipped over the cyvasse table, stood up and drew his short blade. His remaining good eye raged like a storm, as steam seeped through the black leather patch of the other. “Yo cold ass honking Goose! Yo son o’ a whore! Yo bandit! I will gut yo from balls to brains to see what gooses is made of. I better find yo sacs golden before I take yo skull to gild gold! Either way, I will have my gold from yo!”
Goose suddenly comprehended everything, stood up with all his height and threatened. “Goodness gracious, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Go ahead and try, but you will only find below me great balls of fire!” He grabbed his own crotch and pumped it once into the air. “And after your failed attempt, I will claw out your last remaining eye, leaving you blind for the rest of your sorry life!”
The others flocked towards the scene, holding the two back as they inched towards each other.
Jess tried to stop them. “Gods, have mercy!”
Sam the Shredder intervened as well. “That is enough! I want you two to stop!”
Jory said, “Cut it out!”
“Will yo shut up!” screamed Phyl, who had hustled a wager on the game.
Mikkal grabbed the drunken Goose, threw him to the floor, and told him to just beat it.
At the end, they all just laugh it off like all drunk men do. Smiling, spilling ale out of their cups, retching out into the sea the rum they drank, before drinking some more again. They were having one last good time before the mission. But today they had a job to do.
The twenty men, Lady Maege, and Ser Rolph continued up the paths in the lightless caves of Casterly Rock, huffing and puffing, but still silent as much as they could hold. One loud word at the wrong place at the wrong time may be their doom. In single file, the group followed Ser Spicer’s point with one lit torch. The stench was terrible and the dampness made it worse. Guarding the rear, Olyvar’s eyes were clouded in darkness at times where the torchlight was too far ahead to shine back. He relied on Ser Goose in front of him to lead the way, as Goose relied on Leo for the same.
[Part 3]

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