There are five distinct peoples within broader designation of Torres Strait Islander people, based partly on geographical and cultural divisions. There are two main Indigenous language groups, Kalaw Lagaw Ya and Meriam Mir. Torres Strait Creole is also widely spoken as a language of trade and commerce. The core of Island culture is Papuo-Austronesian, and the people are traditionally a seafaring nation. There is a strong artistic culture, particularly in sculpture, printmaking and mask-making.
Torres Strait Islander people are the only culture in the world to make turtleshell masks, known as krar (turtleshell) in the Western Islands and le-op (human face) in the Eastern Islands.
The Islands have a long tradition of woodcarving, creating masks and drums, and carving decorative features on these and other items for ceremonial use. From the 1970s, young artists were beginning their studies at around the same time that a significant re-connection to traditional myths and legends was happening. Margaret Lawrie's publications, Myths and Legends of the Torres Strait (1970) and Tales from the Torres Strait (1972), reviving stories which had all but been forgotten, influenced the artists greatly. While some of these stories had been written down by Haddon after his 1898 expedition to the Torres Strait, many had subsequently fallen out of use or been forgotten.
A traditional cultural practice, known as kupai omasker, allows adoption of a child by a relative or community member for a range of reasons. The reasons differ depending on which of the many Torres Islander cultures the person belongs to, with one example being "where a family requires an heir to carry on the important role of looking after land or being the caretaker of land". Other reasons might relate to "the care and responsibility of relationships between generations".
There had been a problem in Queensland law, where such adoptions are not legally recognised by the state's Succession Act 1981, with one issue being that adopted children are not able to take on the surname of their adoptive parents. On 17 July 2020 the Queensland Government introduced a bill in parliament to legally recognise the practice. The bill was passed as the Meriba Omasker Kaziw Kazipa Act 2020 ("For Our Children's Children") on 8 September 2020.
Doctor Aldrich Killian was the founder and CEO of Advanced Idea Mechanics. When Tony Stark had refused to join his research, Killian participated in Maya Hansen's development of Extremis, amassing a group of Extremis-enhanced soldiers under his command. To mask his illegal activities as terrorist attacks, he adopted the legend of the Ten Rings and an idealized terrorist persona known as the "Mandarin" portrayed by Trevor Slattery to serve as his proxy, unaware that the person he impersonated actually existed. Killian had also conspired with Vice President Rodriguez in an attempt to take economic and political control of the United States of America for his own uses. However, after he had kidnapped both Pepper Potts and President Matthew Ellis, Killian was then confronted by Iron Man, Iron Patriot, and the Iron Legion, who thwarted his plans before Potts killed him with the Mark IX Armor.
By masking his illegal activities, Killian was able to conduct his experiments while perpetuating a new "War on Terror" that he could monopolize and control. When Tony Stark publicly threatened the Mandarin, Killian answered by sending his men to destroy Stark's mansion. Once the attack was complete, Killian received a call from Eric Savin informing him that the mansion was demolished and Stark had seemingly been killed, although his body had not yet been found. Killian then arranged for Trevor Slattery to broadcast a message as the Mandarin, claiming responsibility for the attack.
You can hail a cab or wait for a rideshare off Veterans Drive north of Lady Bird Lake. There's another designated spot just west of the festivities at Lee Barton Drive and another one south at Wallingwood Drive. The city's transportation office says there will be a five-minute maximum for folks waiting to get a ride.
To prepare an effective hair mask, you need to mix 2 tablespoons of olive oil and castor oil in a bowl. Also, add hibiscus petals in it. Now, heat for 10 seconds on medium flame. Apply this mixture to your scalp and hair and massage for at least 15 minutes. Then, cover your head with a steamed towel. Leave the oil for an hour. Then wash off with a mild shampoo and lukewarm water.
Take a bowl and add 2 tablespoons of castor oil and fenugreek seeds, half cup of aloe vera gel, and 1 teaspoon of basil powder. Blend the mixture until you get a thick paste. Now, apply this mixture on your scalp and hair strands. Wear a shower cap and leave it for around 3 hours. Then, rinse off with lukewarm water and a mild shampoo. Use of this hair mask can keep your scalp clean and reduce the onset of dandruff. Also, it can promote hair growth.
Sinkholes swallowed cars and floodwaters swamped towns and swept away a small boy as California deals with more wild winter weather. Millions of people were under flood warnings, and more than 110,000 homes and businesses were without power because of heavy rains, hail and landslides. Thousands have been ordered to evacuate their homes. State officials say at least 17 people have died from storms that began late last month. Meanwhile, the next system in a powerful string of storms loomed on the horizon Tuesday.
Tahu leaped away with the others, though the fire held no terror for him. What was happening? A huge bank of dark clouds rolled in above them, releasing a torrent of rain and hail. A violent gust of wind howled down from farther up the mountain.
"Time now to move with bladed steel," announced Matsuhama, God of Combat, to the gathering of gods amid the Pillars of Heaven. Ourania nodded and rose to her feet, her countenance stiffened with anger and grief. Drawing back her bow, the Goddess of the Moon nocked a silvery arrow into place and let it fly, and all watched as the arrow's trail left a path of quicksilver across the sky, leading directly to Krenindala. Upon the glittering backdrop, six daunting figures joined Ourania in thefirmament above Achaea. Forming the vanguard were Matsuhama and Aegis, their expressions resolute and weapons drawn. Flanking them on one side were Pentharian and Miramar, grim-faced and determined; opposite stood Daedalus and Pandora, an unlikely pairing that nevertheless instilled a rush of raw anticipation in the mortals below. Sharing a mutual glance and a solemn nod, Matsuhama and Aegis turned away, leading the deities toward the hostile landscape of Krenindala, bolstered by the confident encouragements of those who stayed behind. Mere minutes passed before ormyrr warriors began to fall by the dozens to the indiscriminate assault of Matsuhama's deadly mace, and a hundred agonised roars resounded as the Lord of Valour laid waste to a contingent of the reptilian elite. Yet another legion of ormyrr fell, judged for their crimes by the Even-handed and undeserving of her mercy."As you took my daughter from me, so shall I inflict pain upon you, Bal'met," threatened the Goddess of the Moon, loosing arrow after arrow upon the Dala'myrr that swam through the skies. "Watch your children bleed." "Heeeeere little flying worms... come heeeeeere..." taunted Pandora, nimbly dancing between two enraged Dala'myrr. In a cloud of confusion and gore, the monstrosities collided into one another as the young goddess slipped away, filling the air with peals of laughter. As the gods struck onward in their quest, the God of War kept a keen eyeon their progress. "They falter! Pentharian, Matsuhama, harry their flank," shouted Aegis, slashing with one blade, then another, cutting down swathes of charging ormyrr. "Daedalus, Miramar, press the main line. Drive them back!" Silvery arrows rained all around, felling a score of Dala'myrr as Ourania vented her rage and sorrow upon her foes. Between the hail of deadly darts, Miramar spied covert movement. "Watch your back, Daedalus!" she thundered, directing the attention of the God of Balance."A nest of vermin lurks in that tower." As the words of the Even-handed rang out, Pandora appeared behind the massive stone edifice and, with tremendous force, collapsed the tower, crushing the ormyrr who rallied within. Peals of laughter drifted over the firmament as she delighted in her handiwork, but her glee was short-lived as her father's words roared caution. "Remain focused, daughter," urged Aegis as the merciless Blade of Tuv'rei, hungry for the blood of the Dala'myrr, brought down one after another at his feet. The gods continued their assault, but a glimpse of pristine white upon the ground caused Ourania to stop short. "What is this?" she cried incredulously, recognising the white walking staff once wielded by Kastalia. "My daughter..." Renewed grief washed over the Goddess of the Moon in tumultuous waves asshe knelt where her daughter had been so cruelly killed, struggled to steady herself. Daedalus, rushing to her side, placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. "Go, Ourania," he spoke calmly, taking the staff and placing it in the grieving mother's hands. "Return to her bereft children what should be theirs." Reluctantly did Ourania rise, her form gracing the firmament asshe returned from Krenindala, clutching the staff close to her bosom. Moments later, Pandora's bright voice rang out triumphantly. "Aha! I've found Hermes!" Deep within the core of Krenindala, the Messenger lay chained and unmoving, his eyes vacant and desolate, staring bleakly at nothing. Pandora dropped to a knee and reached out with her silver hand to test the fetters, and in an instant was thrown by an excruciating bolt of lightning. As Pandora screamed in pain, Daedalus rushed to her side, giving the goddess a brief glance before charging ruthlessly toward the Dala'myrr who now stood between him and Hermes. With tremendous force he sent the wyrms spinning into the cold emptiness between the worlds, but when he reached Hermes, his concern grew exponentially, and with great care he examined the Messenger's bonds. Slithering like a snake through the worlds, an eerie chuckle began to emanate from the darkest reaches of Krenindala, and Bal'met made his terrible presence known. With righteous fury Pentharian roared a challenge to Bal'met and his allies. "You hide like a coward behind your filthy worms," he shouted. "Come face us, dog! You and your fog-addled masters." As if in response, the skies flashed with blinding aureate brilliance. With a cry Daedalus backed suddenly away from Hermes' prone form, horrified as the Messenger was illuminated from within by the blazing light. Across the worlds came the piercing screeches of the Dala'myrr, and a terrible, driving rhythm pounded upon the heavens, growing steadily louder. "It's Hermes!" shouted the God of Balance as he realised the trap Bal'met had set for the gods. "He's... no, he cannot..." Recognising the panic in Daedalus' voice, Aegis thundered a call to retreat. "Fall back to Sapience! Now! GO!" As the gods turned to flee, the reflection of Hermes flickered briefly across the skies, his face a mask of contorted pain as the agonising corruption of Bal'met consumed his very being. Time seemed to slow, moving at a sluggish pace as though willed by Aeon himself. And then, Bal'met released utter mayhem.With a deafening roar, a titanic wave of power ripped through Hermes from within, a shattering torrent that swept over Krenindala, snuffing the dwindling god like a flame, along with all other life upon the forlorn planet. It carved away the interior of the world, leaving nothing but a shell behind, and though the gods leapt desperately towardAchaea, the blast was strong and fast, fuelled by the amplified might ofBal'met. Caught in the explosive force, Daedalus, Miramar, and Matsuhama all perished instantly, victim to the overwhelming haze of annihilation wrought by Bal'met's sinister workings. "What?" cried Mithraea, stricken with disbelief. "No! NO!"Gods and mortals alike stopped in their tracks, stunned at the sudden disaster, watching with mouths agape as a massive shockwave shook the heavens, radiating outward from the husk of Krenindala. Three meteors screamed through the sky above Sapience, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, resolving into the battered forms of Pentharian, Pandora, and Aegis as they grew closer. With concussive force the three gods crashed to the ground, sending debris flying high into the air and raining down across the continents. "Hold your grief," Agatheis uttered before more words could be spoken. "To the survivors. Quickly!" A shining dome of protective magic formed above the Pillars of Heaven, accompanied by the reassuring lilt of a steady continuo as the Great Bard filled the Garden of the Gods with a healing harmonic. But as the gods gathered the wounded survivors to safety, the insidious rumble of dark laughter rolled across the firmament, and the visage of Bal'met rose with baleful intent above Achaea, more powerful than ever. Then, like a shadow melding with the cover of night, Bal'met vanished. Penned by My hand on the 14th of Glacian, in the year 610 AF. 2b1af7f3a8