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A little more current news, a little more serious. Just so you can see that we're not dead yet.

1. In the near future (a week or two) there will be no new parts of the werewolf and no trips to the Stur country. This is due to the fact that the manuscripts were given to some other people for examination; what kind of examination and who needs it, I was not told. I did not even really understand who the initiative came from, but our immediate supervisor says that everything is in order. Well, we will wait.

Yes, even that part of the walk that was already on the way will not happen yet - simply because it is not ready to the end. Sorry, sorry, but circumstances are stronger than us.

2. In this regard, in these very two weeks we will most likely be working on the structure of the blog and the site. We will finish the chronology, tweak something on the site, correct something here... in general, little things, but necessary ones. For example, I have already drawn a hieroglyph with the chronology in the menu!

3. And I also want to make 3D models of the protazan (a couple of posts below) and the pole that we recently cleared of dust. No one really needs them, but they look nice and simple enough to.

Just in case, once again - stay healthy! And wait for updates.

With you is the very fickle column "news of the week" and its permanent host - me. That is, Andrey.

In fact, first let's say that the week in general turned out to be pretty tough. Lots of paperwork, lots of sitting at the sources until late, little time for rest. But we're coping! And now on to the news.

First of all, I am slowly turning from a historian into a writer. I am not posting this new thing here for obvious reasons: it has absolutely nothing to do with what we are doing. But I will still throw a link to it, in case someone is interested. And I have to warn you: be careful, it is not quite, ahem, traditional.

Here it is: https://ficbook.net/readfic/10255887, my first attempt at cyberpunk. And, as promised: Oksana, I started posting it!

Secondly, the story of Zear's unsuccessful matchmaking continued. Yesterday afternoon, the same lady who had been throwing peas at him, and whom he had then unleashed on the honest people, showed up. This time, there was no physical violence: she simply came to apologize for what had happened. Zear listened to her a little cautiously, and then suggested that they meet somehow and somewhere. In Hveitstad, for example.

Anyway, I'm constantly cracking jokes about his upcoming marriage, and he's growling and snapping. At least he doesn't bite, so thank goodness for that.

This is where the column comes to an end, and we along with it. That is, we are going to indulge in idleness and idleness.

Don't get sick!

A little abstract, but relevant information on the topic of what kind of strange signs we have hanging in the VKontakte menu, as well as on one of the backgrounds on the site. In addition, we have already been asked questions about this. Go?

People who were interested in all sorts of antiquities probably understood and guessed a long time ago. That's right: this is Glinnar hieroglyphics - the same one that is already more than twelve thousand years old. It is now almost never used (which is a little sad), but this is the tenth thing. The question is, why are these styles so different from the usual ones with their straight lines and angularity?

The answer is quite interesting, to say the least. The fact is that the draghars, who communicated with the alves then a long time ago, thousands of years ago, really liked their hieroglyphs, and they decided to borrow a little of them for themselves. Already by that time, the Dragars had their own written language, which was also quite interesting (you can write a whole separate post about it), but it is not the writing itself that is important, but the material on which the Dragars wrote. It was quite exotic - molten stone.

With the fire they spewed, the draghars melted the stone to the state of soft clay, and then scratched squiggles on them with their claws. But it’s clear that this doesn’t make the claws any better either - and over time they began to use something like a thin metal spatula, rectangular in cross-section. And by the time the hieroglyphs were borrowed by the Dragars, styloses of this kind were used very widely - this is where the legs of these evenly angular outlines grow from.

One of the caves, the walls of which are entirely covered with Alvian hieroglyphs, is located in Ruginia. Just fifty kilometers from Skaftos, by the way.

And in the image below I showed examples of the outline of some hieroglyphs. In the middle is the Alva “half-ustav” (“I don’t write the charter” because it takes a lot of time to draw, and I’m too lazy), on the left is a relatively careless cursive, and on the right is the Dragar style. From left to right, top to bottom: “fire”, “book”, “water”, “wind”, “thunderstorm”, “dictionary”; interpretation".

Finally, something interesting! You can first scroll down a little and see what we brought you, and then go back up and read the explanation.

Since some very ancient times (3-2 millennia BC) in the northern state of the Glinnar Dimonarchy, Mar-ha-Fallas, there has been something like an order consisting exclusively of women. In Northern Glinnar it is called Ar Fañgeus Eorvaragouez, "The Family of Spear-Maidens"; I don't think there's much point in explaining who exactly is a member. There's a very good chance that the mythological Hellenic Amazons have some connection to the spear-maidens, but that's a story for another time. And, yes, the order still exists, but rather as a tribute to tradition.

It is important to clarify that the traditional translation of "spear maiden" is not entirely correct. The word eorvarag'h, which is usually translated as "spear", can actually mean any pole weapon: from a partisan to a glaive and back to the most banal pole.

So what did we find? A whole set of weapons of some kind of maiden, consisting of a partisan, a wooden pole, bound with steel closer to the ends, a dagger and armor. How do we know that it was a spearwoman? An etched pattern of feathers on almost all the metal parts; this is typical for them.

Well, here we are, showing you the tip of the protazan. For now, only this one, because it was the easiest to redraw, and then, perhaps, we'll bring the rest.

Monday is a hard day (especially today for some reason), so nothing useful will happen, alas! Instead, I’ll write a post with a story that recently happened to Zahar and which he really asked not to tell.

Sorry, Zear.

But, since my professional deformation is already at a completely unimaginable level, first, again, the background with a brief historical excursion.

As you know, Recan is a state with a very interesting geographical location. His curiosity lies in the fact that wherever you go: from Ruginia to Hellas, from Recinia to Gesia, from Binisia in general anywhere to the north, you will still have to go through Recan. That’s why our ethnic composition here is, to put it mildly... diverse. And especially in the south.

- first the Hellenes visited here and founded a number of colonies. The most famous is the city of Agnon (Old El. Ἁγνόν), which is still in good health to this day, and is located exactly where the Ivolga River flows into the Ore Sea. And the Hellenes themselves still live in compact groups along the coast;
- fouls. There is no need to describe anything here: the city of Hveitstad, near which we are sitting, is just Folsky. And there are not just a handful of them here, but a whole impressive national minority;
- Kayans. They came from the east a long time ago, settled here and feel good;
- Eryakhshari dzherts. These fled from Eryakhshar to the north when the Biniz began to conquer them. Zeara's ancestors, in fact, are just one of these.
- well, and, in fact, rechans. They are the majority here.

But why am I telling this anyway? And the fact that such coloring inevitably leads to the fact that various national traditions mix and move back and forth, sometimes turning into something completely crazy.

Yesterday we decided to unwind a little, go around these places and see the views (and, believe me, there are a lot of them here). And somehow it turned out that we ended up in a certain Geart village, in which a wedding ceremony was being held. Of course, everyone became interested in watching... and then it began.

As soon as they noticed Zehar (I prudently moved away), they immediately dragged him to dance. It seems like nothing like that, right? But then a local girl ran up to him with a whole pot of dried peas - and poured it all right on his head. And while he stood there, blinking his eyes in confusion, the girl broke a pot in front of his feet and... jumped right on him.

It’s worth admitting: in such a situation, perhaps anyone would be scared. But Zehar was completely stunned and, either screaming or growling, pulled this lady off of him in the blink of an eye and literally threw her at one of the celebrants; and then, jumping over the shards, he rushed as fast as he could to the car. It’s clear that we didn’t stay in this village for long.

Tradition, as we later managed to find out, is something German that clearly came from fouls, but has become something completely incomprehensible. Thus, an unmarried girl at a wedding chooses her groom from among the guests - and if he agrees, he patiently waits until she breaks the pot, and if not, he takes it from her and carefully places it near her feet. Such and such things.

And now I press the “send” button from the bathroom so that Zear doesn’t find me. At least in the near future.

A couple of days ago we found a little thing. A magic glass lamp that lights up at the owner's will. Sheer nonsense, you say? Of course, it's a completely ordinary thing, many people have it, but! Do you know the history of the origin of such lamps?

As for visual magic (i.e., having visible manifestations) and various enchanted objects, the dwarves of Harassukhum have been competing with the elves of the Glinnar Dimonarchy in this area for an unknown number of thousands of years. And both have their own opinions about who first invented such lamps.

The Alvas claim that they were the first. A certain maiden, whose name has not been preserved in history, invented them and called them easy-going - "glass light". The Dvergi borrowed the technology from her, and then started doing it themselves.

The Dverg do not deny that they borrowed - but they borrowed, as they say, the idea, not the technology. The lamps that the nameless maiden made were of disgusting quality, but the Dverg learned to make them so good that the technology has now been borrowed by the Elves.

But what really? But in fact, they were invented by people! Yes, those same homo sapiens. For some reason, neither the dwarves nor the elves mention this, but we have some information from the hvenvants, and most importantly, from the dragars. The latter mention the name in this regard Rxuḑğâsîrxâg — "Fastfoot"; it's clearly a translation, but what was this guy's real name — alas, we don't know. And the records tell of how this same Fastfoot was once able to "contain fire in glass," and everyone liked the idea so much that they themselves began to stamp out lanterns in unlimited quantities. Moreover, it is reliably known that these records are much older than both legends, so!

News! Or a find. It doesn't really matter, just read.

On one of the pages of the "Words of Travel...", which we will not get around to translating any time soon, our experts discovered the following. The people who are telling the story have already reached the "Stur country" by this time - that is, they have entered the territory of the Theispis Empire. And one of the authors, Emed (judging by the fact that this piece is written in Middle Turkic), mentions a certain new religion that he had not heard of before, and calls it an interesting phrase to eat and drink and to protect.

don't worry - it is clear that, "Mazdean faith", it is also "Mazdeism"; but what is it guard? This word, hapax, is not found anywhere else, and we would never have known what it was if the author had not further described a certain characteristic decoration that people belonging to this faith wear on their hand.

In short, I won't delay. to eat and drink and to protect — the same as what in modern Stor looks like دین مزدیسنای مسیحی (in mazdayasnā-ye masihi), which in Retzin means "messianic Mazdayasna". In short, these are people who believe in various Mazdaic dogmas and revere Christ as the Messiah and Savior. There is nothing surprising in this, however, because in the original Mazdayasna there is a figure named Saoshyant - precisely the eschatological savior who will come to Earth for the final victory of good over evil. There are not many representatives of this religion in the world now - perhaps somewhere around a couple of tens of thousands. But they exist.

A guard, thus, is an adjective from the word guard, which is a tracing of the Hellenic χριστός, and simply means "anointed one". In the Middle Turan texts, I repeat, neither the verb itself nor its derivatives are found anywhere else, but they are found in related languages. However, I will not focus on this.

And finally, what do they wear on their hand? Almost the same as the followers of the original Mazdeism - a bracelet with the image of a fravahr. Except that the fravahr is different: instead of a human figure, personifying, according to various interpretations, a pure soul/spirits of ancestors, it uses a regular Christian kolo. In the image below (in comparison with the original fravahr above).

There was a slight delay with the texts (we hope to post one of them tomorrow), so just some random historical information. Truthful! And a little materials science.

It is known that in Kharassukhum doors have been working with titanium, if not since time immemorial, then at least for a very, very long time. The Glynnar Alv borrowed technology from them (and most likely some blacksmiths from other places and nations), and kept it secret until things began to slowly approach the Industrial Revolution. But that’s not what my story is about today.

Among archaeological sites, armor made of titanium alloys is quite common, but weapons are very rare. Thanks to this, the myth arose that rarity is due to high cost, and since titanium weapons are expensive, then they are very cool. Logical?

No! At a minimum, one can recall ceremonial weapons with handles inlaid with gems. It's also expensive, but what's the point?

Almost no one uses weapons made of titanium because this metal holds an edge very poorly. The most terrible knife made from the most terrible steel will be sharper than titanium (and also much cheaper), which is why the question arises: why use a sledgehammer to hammer nails? Titanium cutting tools have a completely different application: they are used, for example, under water: iron, especially in sea water, quickly rusts, but titanium is of no use. In general, we see that half of the found titanium weapons and names are probably used in approximately this way, and the rest are just expensive status trinkets.

Another myth dispelled! All the best - and don't forget to sharpen your knives.