Friday, July 15, 2016

Coup Fails in Turkey

Coup in Turkey

The top of army backs off.
News blackout lifted - the first signs the coup has failed.
Tanks firing near palace.

 Turkey’s Army Says It Seized Power as Premier Vows to Resist 

Turkey army group announces takeover on TV - BBC News
Turkey coup attempt: military claims takeover of government

Coup Attempt Underway in Turkey, Prime Minister Says
Turkish military attempting a coup against government
The army “in accordance with the constitution.”
Turkish military claims takeover of government
Army say it has taken control,   civilian government disputes this.
The is panic in Istanbul.
Türkei: Militär verkündet Machtübernahme in der Türkei
Confused signal about who is leading coup.
1:10 in Ankara, 5:45 is sunrise (18:10 EDST)

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The Hidden Fortress

“It could be that this is part of Lothrim. And that it has been deserted since then.”

It hung in the air, this speculation in a misty foreign air - on what was obviously a gargun warren. It was from the mouth of the legionnaire. The simple plainness of his words, that rise and questioning in his tone of voice. And the simple silence which surrounded the utterance. It may have been a question, but it had the force of being a statement. But then the magic fell apart, and the roar from the other mouth became incessant. She poured forth a series of objections, but in the end it was her doubt of the core assertion – that the gargun would ever leave someplace voluntarily. She did not believe it, and, it seemed, was never going to believe it. Then she cried, and stuck her head on his chest – it was more than just sob, but that would have to be enough to describe it. One could not tell how long her weeping when, but it was longer than anyone could imagine. Then she went into a deep contemplation.

Then from out of the hidden light, came Loria. It was that there was something more than just a little bit wrong, of course she had all of the signs of a person looking for something – twigs in the hair, stains of grass, even a few signs of soot – but there was something else wrong, and rather then guess what it is he waiting for her to explain what it once. She was not actually going to explain, but she saw him standing there, and realize that he was not going to get by without some sort of account.

“Seems like want a reason for why I have been away.”

“It would be nice, yes.”

“And I thought I was just going to go my merry way without informing either of you where I was going.” there was a hint of a smile, and it was the first joke – barely – that she had cracked in the time that they had been adventuring. He tried not to smile himself, but in the end manage not to do so. In fact, it was not a joke, but the idea that an elf could crack a joke, that tickled him. And so first he chortled, then finally came out laughing.

“I know that those of us who are humans have a different sense of humor, but please indulge us in our little games that we play with words. And even if do not find them funny, try at least laugh. Now, why were away, I have my guesses but I would like to hear from you.”

“You know that is an awful number of uses of 'I' in one sentence.”

“Would you like me to restated with an fewer number?”

“It might be nice, who knows, you could become an elf, if you tried. Or at least a pet of one.”
“May the Emperor forbids such a thing.”

But then became serious, and Loria begin to fill her explanation in. “ as you may know, or at least I hope you do, there is a monolith inside the translucent dome. And because many of us who are elves also walk between worlds, there is deeply disturbing figures which dance through our brain. Fortunately, we forget these things, until we are faced with them again. So it seemed while you were checking out pieces of the archaeology – I know that that is not how you think of it – I waited at a clear distance, so that the visions were manageable. But there is something that I have report to you, and meant that it was imperative to approach you – even with visions.”

“What exactly is that?”

“You checked out the mirrored image on the largest tomb.”

At this point, Gwynwyffer finally finished contemplating, “We did not go in to it, almost thought it was too dangerous, if you have a different opinion, please elucidate.”

“Going in for ourselves is probably too dangerous. After all what happened to the mage would probably happen to you. But there are many creatures who can go in and out freely. And one of them has set up residence. And now is waking up.”

“Is it the spirit of Lothrim?”

“The spirit who has been dead as long as he has been, would not be recognizable. So I do not know if it is the last human builder of this place. But honestly I doubt it. But having taken residence is only have half story.”

“And what is the other half?”

“The other half is that the being who has taken a residence, is for more powerful than anything living or dead. Except of course for the Earthmasters own construction, which though it has an aura, does not judge.”

“What you mean, does not judge?” Again the legionnaire probed with his short simple words.
Loria put her face, as it she was talking to a child – which basically from her point of view she was – and very slowly spelled it out for the two humans, though she knew this was impolite to say the least. “It does not care whether the aura will do anything to any of us. This is not its concern.” She said it so slowly, that both of the humans realized that she had basically been annoyed. They both realized, that this, and its implications, were trivial to work out for the elf.

“Pretend I am stupid – and take me through what that means.”

But it was Gwynwyffer which pointed the obvious thing out: “It is undead and magical, and will gather most of the undead and magical things. In fact I would assume that it is doing so now.” The elf merely nodded at this. So Gwynwyffer preceded to ask the question which was on her mind: “How long will it take to gather such forces?”

There was a quiet, and the humans realized that Loria was restraining her patience, and their was an obvious answer – which would have been painfully apparent to an elf. “Would I be standing here if it were in the distance?”

The legionnaire brushed off his helmet, and fluffed his red crest holder. “So you are saying that it is very close.” It was a statement, not an interrogative.

That was when Loria put her finger on her lips, and made a silent sound. Slowly, And with just a hint of breath to her voice: “ they are coming out tonight.” This is all she said. The legionnaire turned around to talk to his human companion – but then realized that it would be hard to locate the elf – so he turned back again. Fortunately she was told there, and he tried reasoning, cajoling, and every sort of tone of voice that he could manage.

But none was able to achieve word from her. For Gwynwyffer's part, she stood and watched -
knowing that what the legionnaire was doing would be entirely ineffective. She had tried it several times before, so was not as if she had some divine piece of wisdom – instead she was remembering all times that she had done it herself. And the share annoyance that came with meeting a stone wall of non-response. She came to the conclusion that the elf was actually drifting off and allowing her to talk. At least this is the most likely explanation that Gwynwyffer had come up with.

Finally the legionnaire quieted down, and simply sat and looked at Loria. “ Does she even here what we are talking about?” this was over his shoulder, directed at Gwynwyffer.

“To tell the truth, it is very doubtful. It might be so, but I have seen nothing – and I mean nothing – to indicate that there is anything in her head but an elf state of dreaming. It is almost as if an elf will simply leave their body behind, and go off into another part of what they see as a dream world. It is almost as if waking and sleeping are, to them, effectively the same. When they are awake they share a world with certain other characters, and when they are in some forgotten land – there are different characters, which, nonetheless, are still real to them. And who is to say, the other characters may in fact have the same reality, only in a different part of the dreamscape.”

For some time the legionnaire cognitive on this, but ultimately was defeated by an in impregnable wall which halfway felt within his mind – and halfway outside of his mind. He did not know, of course, whether it was imposed or not. It was a matter for men further up in the pay scale than he was. Somethings only Imperial Legate could worry about, which was three steps above his role as Camp Prefect – and two steps above his temporary rank as Tribune Laticlavius, which could only be appointed by a senator, even as a war promtion – including the Emperor when acting as a senator. There had been times when the Emperor was not technically a senator – but these times were few and far between.

Then he looked up, and saw that the sun had it afternoon, and it was a late afternoon at that. He did not know where the time went, he imagined he had just been thinking – which was unusual for him, since he was more of a doer – not really a thinker. The other point was that Gwynwyffer was a thinker, and had simply allowed him to think. Looking at her face, he saw that this was intentional – that she had allowed him to think as long and as hard as he wished. Normally he did just enough thinking to decide his course of action, which he found was more than most people did, but not so much as he would like. He was a doer that realized there were thinkers in the universe. And, quite frankly, that there were thinkers disturbed him – he would rather everybody in the world be like himself. That he was with two thinkers was unnerving. What was it, he thought, that made people inclined to just ponder and ruminate without brooding. He knew what it was to brood, and, in his opinion, nothing good would come of it. His two companions however, did not brood, but gently lit their thoughts on one thing and then another, and magically came to some decision. Whether it was large or small, it was – a thought. Sucking at the marrow from which all thoughts came from. The sun had inched down a little bit while he thought this, and realized that time was part of the equation. He valued time more than his partners did, and thus his objective was to be good enough – not truly good. There was a difference, and he knew it quite well.

“Gwynwyffer, what are we waiting for? It Seemed as if we were going to take this place apart – but you and Loria came to some agreement, which I must have to, and everything stopped.”

“When it is dark, all of the undead will come out. You should have done this, and by your silence you did. Thinking is your forte, but it may be with time.”

The legionnaire realized he was being trained in the art of being a thinker. This was disturbing, because as a priest – thinking was generally not part of the concept. You saw, and you did. The ritual came to you, and you said it. There was not a great deal of time to think about things – even decisions had to be made quickly.

Then he thought, this must be the way mages think. And was not quite sure if he should be initiated to the concepts – if he had a choice. At the moment did not think so – women had the tendency to work the solution in their direction. The only choice that men had was either to abuse them, or accept their solution. And abusing women was nasty – he had seen enough examples of this firsthand.

Once upon a time, when was a Primus Pilus – just below the ranks of a senior commander – and they fought a group of barbarians until they killed all of them. Then they noticed that there was a stench coming down from the hill, which was older and therefore was not there doing. Eventually they found what was causing it – women and children, either raped then killed, or chopped up for stew meat. It took quite a few hours before the bodies were disposed of, and it took quite a good deal of stoicism to continue to do this and tell it was done. Everybody looked to him or how to behave, and he hoped that the stern jaw was enough of an indication. If not, there were stern penalties which were ruthlessly enforced. Compared to this, there was any hint of questioning their leaders – this was not allowed. Whereas now, there was a great deal of questioning – and he felt a fluidity of leadership. Which he felt to be unsettling, but no matter, because he was simply a cog based on an order from higher up. If the two women wanted to discuss things – that was fine by him, because of eventually there would be fighting, and that was the time for doing.

So they more or less did very little other than searching for gargun – and waiting for the sun to get below the horizon. In the legionnaires had thoughts were spinning, which was unusual for him. He not only thought about the present times – with its demons lurking out from the hills, but about the times when he followed in his father's footsteps as a legionnaire. His brother did to – and most people thought that he was better – including the people in command of them both. So long he rose, he did not rise as much as his brother did, because his brother would command a legion. He was still an officer, but rather lowly, and in his mind he thought that his position could have been to letter his brother, rather than being earned by him. It might be true, it might not be true, and that gnawing feeling wood from time to time show up as an indigestion. This was the time where he would be excused from the nightly meal with his companions, and slip out and look at the planets and stars.
And wonder if he made the right choice.

It was just a little after sunset, and everything was quiet – and there were few birds or rodents, which had become usual. There was something in the valley which was dead in its creation, as if the life was dead. Gradually he scanned the darkened area of the basin, and realized that he could actually see nothing but the stars above him. He wondered what things crept a missed the trees and bushes – and with that a tempting sign of relief. This was because everyone knew that the Fae creatures had the mysterious property of having their eyes illuminated. Yes, it was a small comfort sitting here in the dark – and he realized that he was grasping for anything he could. Under normal circumstances he would not even have noticed something that small. He then took a scan of his eyes over the trees, and saw nothing. But he had heard something. It was over to his left, and it was not the snap of branch, or any natural phenomenon, of this he was sure. But where was it? And what to did sound like? It was a little bit like an unearthly cooing, that raised high up in to the local range. It was not a bird, but it sounded like one. That meant, he thought to himself, it was an intelligent creature trying to mimic a sound that came from an less intelligent creature. But it was not like a cricket, which would be in abundance if this were a normal wooded valley.

But all of these thoughts were making him miss whatever would be causing that sound, and so he redoubled his search for the creature which was still out of touch – but only just. He then realized it was stalking him, and this meant nothing good. But clearing his head did not seem to work, everything was provided in his memory and in the way he thought about it. This was no good, he reflected, no good at all.

Then he tried to reach for his two companions, and then he realized that both were not visible. That Loria was not visible was not a surprise – that Gwynwyffer was not visible was a surprise. Now there were two issues – what was causing the noise, and what had his companion done and not told him. He then realized that Loria had given the three of them a unique advantage – in that on almost every night she would watch over them continuously, which was not the way he had usually done things. Normally he would get up and serve a watch period. He mentally made a note of this, and result to do better in taking initiative. It was what his older brother would want anyway – who stood to command an entire legion when he was next called up for service. He wondered if he would ever command, and if he would ever be good enough to earn the respect – of the people commended, of the people he respected, and of course, from his brother.

Hoping that against the stars he would see what kind of creature it was he waited for just an instant. Then as he turned around, a ghost like figure appeared in the corner of his eye. It was not white, exactly, and if he truly looked at it – it was darker than anything else he saw. But in his eyes, it took on a whiteness that came from being blacker then anything else. It was some kind of illusion, he thought, or a prestidigitation of his eyes. Or at least that is the best that could come up with. But the one thing that was certain, is this was the source of the cooing noise he had heard – which rushed over his skin, and made an impression that seemed like both delight and despond at the same time. As if it were shaking his skin after the touch had faded. But he put off this and thrust out with his short sword where he had just seen the figure dance to. And immediately something like black blood streamed out, though he did not know from where. He could not actually see the figure, except when he caught it in the corner of his eye. From out of habit, he assumed a position which long ago a sword master taught him: his torso and head were erect, but his legs were at 45° angles and beht at the knees. It was at this point that he struck out from time to time, just so the creature could not seek up on him.

Realizing that the black figure was reaching for him – but for something on his person, though he did not know what it was. The black figure could be seen in the outline of darkest white – that is the best he could describe it anyway – like a picture of an illusion where the white intersections became black as the darker squares. He had seen it in some book that his father had owned – it was plundered from one library or another. This guided him to strike at the corners that showed, because at least there was a chance that he might hit something.

It was an even match – because while the black figure was both magical and quicker than he was, he had a longer reach and a sword that was not magical – exactly. But it was arcane, made from Elvish Magic which he had once in a bet. They spiraled each other, fainting more than striking – but striking man the less. Unlike his opponent, he struck for the center of its mass – while his opposite number continued to reach with unseen hands for – something.

The the coldness of the night was gradually making its way from his skin – which was not so bad – into the bones. This had the effect of making him shiver. So he watched for another attack, but one never came. Nor did the eyes glow, or the cooing noise occur – even in the distance. The only thing he heard was his own breath.

He stayed this way, until the very early dawn came through – a long with a view clouds which portended some kind of a shower, perhaps even one which would become a downpour.

Eventually, Gwynwyffer became visible again – which led him to turn to her and ask: “Where were you last night? I was involved in somewhat of a fight with – I think – one of the undead.”

“I went to wander by the pool that is about half a mile from here, trying to figure out how it could be so clean. But then a rustle came though, but the noise would not go away, and in the darkness something could be seen, something vague in the trees. It was not quite black – it had a touch of lightness to it, though when it was black when it was looked at it. It must have been of the same sort that you fought, maybe even the same one. At that point the logical thing to do was to freeze – and every time it seemed likely to move, another moan came through from the trees – though it was often centered at different places.”

A leaf drifted down from above – for it was finally raining. But instead of moving quickly, the legionnaire slowly though, and then finally made a pronouncement – because it was not his normal mode of cogitating for this long, and two this much extent. “There must be two of them – one dishes out attacks, with a speed made furious, that it cannot be told if it has one pair of hands or many. The other one does not attack, and hopes that will fly screaming from its noise. At least, this is my opinion, what do you think?” He normally did not want someone else's opinion enough to ask for it so politely.

She, for her part, recognized that he was asking her – and this was not usual in the way that he did it. Thus, her mentor was more courteous – and even coquettish – in her response. “It is an idea, but there could be one – and it wants something from you, but not from me.” the rain became harder, and finally they moved to a tall oak tree – which was different from all of the other oak trees, in that it had a slight reddish nature to its foliage. Obviously it was a different species, and less apparent was that there were few examples in the valley.

In other times, in other lands, the legionnaire would think to kiss his companion. But in this time and this place, it would only be bought of. In the West, people were unusually picky about who they slept with, or even took their lips. What was unusual, was that these three did not kiss their hands as much as other people get – so unusual that people who watched them tittered that they might have been the purest of the pure – and not in that tone of voice which approved of it. But then people who reported with elves were unusual in the extreme.

They were both tired, and by unspoken agreement, they searched for enemies either people, gargun or something news shape was undead. Inside they were winded, and they stood without talking. Perhaps they were waiting for Loria, and await her presence to get the next piece of the search started. But that was a little lie, because they knew they had to find out where the night creatures were, and if they had followers – and a host of things that needed funding out. But they could not raise the ennui that encompassed them. And then Gwynwyffer exclaimed:

“We are underneath a spell, that makes us turgid, when we should be active. So at least one of the black creatures is quite near to us, and casting a spell. It wants us here in the night, and we can be sure that it has ill in its mind.”

At that point the legionnaire nodded. It was usually the kind of thing which he thought of. And he wondered why he did not. All of the answers were not good, but each in its own distinctive way. This, alone. worried him by more than he could properly voice.

Attacks Update ... 84 dead

Brexit Bad for Bonds

The Bond Market Still Thinks Brexit Is Bad - Bloomberg View
The "spread" is the top dumb people are getting away more -  and somewhere  bond market will pay.  And at the bottom dumb people getting away with less than they should.  So the bond market is betting there will be  of lawsuits to get them the least worst they should have.