A bit of etymology

Etymological post. Let's take a look at the names of elves, dwarves, djargars and dragars in different languages and where they came from for general education.

  • Retsinsky:
    • *alf - from Old Rugin alfr. Borrowing from the 13th-14th centuries.
    • *dverg - from Old Rugin dvergr. Borrowing from the same period.
    • jeart - from jeartoy jeārţ. Borrowing from the 16th century.
    • dragar - from Western Draghar dragar. Borrowed from the 18th century; before that the word "dragon" or "serpent" was used.

* before this period, sometimes earlier borrowings were encountered, which gave the words forehead and doors; they have been preserved in Rechan in the form forehead, dvereg, and are used in it to a limited extent.

  • Ancient Hellenic:
    • Alphis /alphis/ — related alfr, from the anti-Orthodox *albʰis, from the root *albʰ "white";
    • ὦρος /ō̂ros/ is a derivative of ὄρος "mountain". I think it's clear why.
    • λέβων, -νος /lebōn/ - the etymology is unclear, but almost everyone agrees that it is related to λέων "lion".
    • δράκων, —ντος /dragon/. I don’t think there’s much need to explain either.
  • Skadinsky:
    • albis, —is — of the same origin as Hellenic, or even borrowed from it.
    • Henius, —ī — from PTO *dʰéǵʰōm "earth, soil". The idea is the same as in Hellenic.
    • dears, —tis/yuiyus, —īThe first is a borrowing, and the second is related. iuba, "mane".
    • dragon, —nis. Direct borrowing from ancient Hellenic.
  • English:
    • elf - related alfr and ἄλφις.
    • dwarf - related dvergr.
    • jearth /ˈd͡ʒɪəɹθ/, /d͡ʒɜɹθ/. A late fifteenth-century borrowing that has supplanted a host of other common spelling variations with similar pronunciations.
    • drake — ultimately from ancient Hellenic.

You can then delve into other languages, but (in Orova) the situation as a whole is as follows:

  • elves - variations on elves, elves, and so on;
  • dwarves - a terrible spread, but a lot of terms related to the earth;
  • with jearts, most often the borrowing of their self-name;
  • with dragars - either borrowing or variations on dragons.

The Horloge

Yesterday I was supposed to go for a walk around the city with the guys. The plan was this: I take pictures of beautiful night views, make a post with them, so as not to write anything smart, but for you - to enjoy. The plan failed miserably, because everyone got sick except me. Thank God, I only have problems with my head.

But I have an idea for another entertaining post. I'll just throw you a song that's stuck in my head (they say it helps with earworm) and explain why it's interesting.

First, a little about the performer. She is very famous in Gesia and other Gesian-speaking countries (no surprise), and even more so in Eastern Orova (funny). For over thirty years, there have been rumors that she had elves in her family, in addition to humans, but it is unclear how true they are. But judging by how strangely she ages, it is very likely.

Now about the lyrics. This is actually a poem from the nineteenth century - a kind of symbolic-decadent elegy on the theme of time. If you can read it in the original, in Hessian, then you better do so. I'm too picky, as always, but I don't like any of the available translations =D

Original and English translations: https://fleursdumal.org/poem/218
Retsinsky translation: http://www.world-art.ru/lyric/lyric.php?id=17596

Now a little about the music. This is one of the great examples of how well minimalism can work in modern music. Mylene doesn't even sing - she just recites the lines to a repeating motif, but it suits the dark mood of the verse very well - not least because of the visuals.

Varðveitari (pt. ????)

We continue to work slowly on the sword named Guardian. In fact, everything is almost ready, only a few small details remain.

The hilt looks a little odd - and that's not surprising, since it's the hilt of a two-handed sword, made when two-handed swords weren't even a thing. Innovation is always difficult.

The pommel (second frame) looks like a standard Viking "lobed" one, nothing special.

The upper part of the handle has a leather braid, glued with waxed dark blue thread (especially clearly visible in the third and fourth frames.

But the lower part (fourth frame) is more fun - it is completely wrapped in thick silver wire. Usually, the Vikings did this wrapping with copper or bronze wire, but we already mentioned that the sword hardly belonged to a poor man (judging by the patterns on the crossguard and the blade itself), so I suppose this is another indicator of status. It must have been really expensive.

Oh, and the color of the thread itself also indirectly indicates that the owner of the sword was far from a simple peasant.

Interim results

Today there will be a small interim summing up, which should have been done a long time ago, but we are not the fastest. As always, by the way.

We currently have almost two hundred posts, most of which are our findings at the excavation site. The way we present them (and we only single out the most interesting/funny ones), they look completely unrelated and disjointed, but that is not entirely true. All the objects, weapons, and notes that we find, in one way or another, revolve around a certain number of repeating persons. So far, we can single out:

  • four guys whose travel notes were published recently. They are a Rechan named (nicknamed?) Pestriy, a Stur Emed, an Eryakhsharets Viryaz, and a Norman Lodinn. We did not find any items belonging to the first; the second may be the owner of a bracelet with a fravachrome, the third had part of a sketch with his distinctive signs, and the last had as many as two things: a magic stone and a sword named Okhranitel (we published all these things - look for them among the messages).
  • a werewolf named Brunvenn - we even have a whole series of his notes in our articles, in which he mentions the above persons.
  • maybe a couple more people, but I won’t name them yet, so as not to make a mistake.

This actually raises even more questions. Who are these people? Why a whole vault with their things and stories about them? Why did we find it now?

It's hard to say if we'll ever be able to answer them. For now, we'll just keep digging things up and hoping for the best.

Sleeve war

Today is a memorable date, the day of the end of the so-called Sleeve War, which lasted exactly four days. A very funny historical incident and one of the most idiotic conflicts in the history of Christianity.

Christianity, when it came to Hellenic lands, was accepted very quickly, and because of this it came under the strong influence of the already developed culture. Hellenic culture, as is known, is based on two pillars: pederasty and the cult of physical health/beauty. If Christianity quickly condemned the first, the second, on the contrary, very organically merged with it. It is due to this that the priestly vestments of that time (and ours - in most confessions) do not have sleeves: the priest must show the flock an example of health and strength.

However, in the second half of the fourth century AD, a certain man named Theoktistos of Fedes lived in the city of Fedes. He was a famous ascetic and a zealot of traditional moral norms - in particular, he very long and tediously condemned the exposure of certain parts of the body, especially in women. There is an opinion that he had problems with the male part, but we will omit this.

When he became Bishop of Fedes, the first thing he did was to make sleeves mandatory for priestly vestments. Other bishops were rightly outraged by such arbitrariness and began a long and lively debate. And while the church leaders were debating, the masses decided to settle the matter simply: by beating each other's faces in. It so happened that Theoktistos' most ardent opponent in the dispute was Euthymius the Joyful, who, ironically, was born in the same city as Theoktistos - Dicella, the current capital of Hellas. As a result, a whole civil riot broke out in Dicella, which lasted for four whole days until it was finally calmed down.

Theoktist eventually lost the argument, they didn't sew the sleeves to the cassocks and everything ended well. Well, except for those who had their teeth knocked out with truncheons. Religious extremism is so religious.

Another find, this time even an interesting one.

It's a whole little book of travel notes; we've only just started leafing through it, but it's already clear that it was written by at least four people, all in different languages. Some kind of linguistic madness, no doubt.

It begins with notes in Proto-Rechan, but now, suddenly, in Eryakhshar script. It is logical, of course, that while the Rechans did not have writing, they wrote everything as they liked, but it is still a bit sudden. Here is a small excerpt from the very beginning; if we see that the notes are interesting, we will gradually post them.

"Slovesa khodzhen'ꙗ in the direction of Sturm"

4 herbs, Khvarsh.
From now on, the imam is writing to the side of Stursk, where my friend and people are with me. And this day Lodno and her will arrive to Khvarsh, and the first ones from her will come with a little space: it’s not worth walking naked, and everything else is worth it. ѧ - Because the body is great and can do all things. Tako and Ozator Sѫdꙗ, like syi from others, mostly, he himself wanted to eat and fight. It’s true, no one will be crushed by it.


"Words about going to the land of Stur"

May 4, Khvarsh
From this hour we will describe the road to the land of Stur, where Emed, my friend, was born. And today Lodinn and Emed arrived in Hvarsh, and the first of them, having arrived, was a little embarrassed by two [things]: because naked[1]It is not very clear why he needed to walk naked around Eryakhshar, but there is an assumption: the dzhearts of that time... Continue reading not accustomed to walking, and all the eyes of the Jearts turned to him - for [he] is very large in body and all [his] limbs. So Oztor (Aztar??) the Judge, who is the largest of all the Jearts, himself wanted to fight with him (= Lodinn). True, none of them defeated the other.

Footnotes

Footnotes
1 It is not very clear why he needed to walk naked around Eryakhshar, but there is an assumption: the Jearts of that time treated clothing with disdain (that is, almost like now, yes), and this could have been a mandatory condition for a person to be allowed into those lands.

Proverbs of the world

Maybe someday we'll learn to write posts in advance and queue them up until the evening of the next day, so they don't go out completely at night. But that won't be today.

Today we will talk about a small list of sayings and proverbs that we found a couple of days ago. They are written in the original languages, without translation - but it was not really necessary, since almost all of them are still well-known and used today. Folk art, what can you do.

  1. "A snake lurks in the thick grass" (Dzheartskaya). Everything is clear here, it is an analogue of "still waters run deep".
  2. "You can climb any tree if you are not afraid of falling" (also from Jehart). This is about the fact that you can do anything if you understand and are not afraid of the consequences.

3 (proverb). "Dvergs need clothes for protection, elves - for decoration, people - [to hide] from shame." It is clear that this is also a Jeartian one; it also roughly shows the attitude of the Eryakhshar people towards people. It is surprising that this proverb is not very poisonous.

  1. "Two people can't hold a bull by the same balls" (Dverzhskaya). This is something from the category "and the cart is still there"; it is usually used in speech when a person sees that things are at a standstill because everyone is trying to pull the blanket over themselves: "we are pulling/holding a bull by the same balls!"
  2. "Horse on top, but ass on bottom" (Dverzhskaya). About unforeseen life circumstances, when everything goes wrong.
  3. "Sleep is not death" (elven). Here's the thing: firstly, as is known, elves need much less sleep than people - but they still need it. Nevertheless, the Glinnarians still have a poorly eradicated stereotype that if you sleep a lot, you're lazy. Of course, it doesn't add to their health - everyone's body is individual.

Secondly, this proverb is based on a play on words (rhine "death" vs. reime "sin; crime"). It means that if you sleep a little more or just rest, then nothing terrible will happen - you will not die and you will not sin. Rest is important!

  1. The winner of our selection. "If I were a lion, I would lick balls" (Dzheartskaya). Firstly, the self-irony is on point, and secondly, it is an analogue of the famous proverb about a grandmother and her having male genitalia.

Demonstration

Today the guys and I:

— attended a demonstration;
— had a fight;
— were almost stuffed into a paddy wagon;
— proudly, with bruises and abrasions, they left the battlefield.

Now let's take things in order.

Last night, around midnight, a big scandal broke out in Binizia. The (relatively) peaceful demonstrators from the Jeharts, who are fighting for the independence of Eryakhshar, were set on fire by unknown people along with their tents. About twenty people died, five more are now in intensive care in serious condition, the rest got off with light and moderate burns. My friend Arim is okay, thank God.

We have a lot of Jeart settlements in the south of Rečani, and such a blatant disgrace, of course, did not pass them by. Today in Hveitstad a gigantic demonstration was organized in support of the movement for the independence of Erjaxhar, at which I will not even say how many people were there; there were people, and Jearts, and whoever else was not there. But the problem is that in the same Hveitstad there also live a considerable number of Kayans - who, obviously, do not support the Jearts, but Binizia.

In general, the carnage was grandiose. We were not taken to the police station solely due to luck and the ability to run fast - but we also got a decent beating. As well as handed out, by the way.

How all this will end, I don't know, but I doubt it will be good. I don't know if we can sacrifice our jobs and go to protests around the clock - more likely no than yes - but if we are late with our posts and don't react to anything, then you can be sure that we will be walking around Hveitstad with banners.

Peace to you all, guys.

Lightsaber

While we are bored, despondent, hard and want to sleep, we share with you a short video about how technology again defeated magic. Progress does not stand still and all that.

(yes, it’s in English, so don’t blame me - however, you don’t have to listen at all, but just watch what’s happening)

Types of melancholy

We begin our new work week with a general educational-nostalgic post. Who do you think spends the most time reflecting on the past, yearning for the past, and doing other undoubtedly useful things? Of course, the long-lived elves. It is therefore not surprising that their languages have so many terms for various types of nostalgia. Some hyped-up German seensuht does not hold a candle to this abundance of vocabulary.

  1. reaghas /rʲæ'ɣa:s/ (clay) — "longing; passionate desire". Comes from the verb reagh "to worry, to suffer with the heart" and means approximately the same as the English longing. And from it a whole bunch of different things are formed.

1.1. cheating (formerly-toska) /çɛɪ̯.rʲæ'ɣa:s/ — “longing for the past; nostalgia.” There is similarly diureaghas (now-longing) /ɟ͡ʝu:.rʲæ'ɣa:s/ — discontent, aching of the heart from some things that are happening now, but you are not able to fix them. And, also, wáireaghàs (later-longing) /wa:ɪ̯.rʲæ'ɣa:s/ — passionate anticipation of something that should happen very soon.

1.2. cheireaghàmmalth /çɛɪ̯.rʲæ'ɣa:.m͈aɫθ/ (before-tosko-fear) is a very unique word. It denotes a peculiar feeling when you are nostalgic for something very old, and you have the opportunity to relive this moment that causes melancholy - but you are afraid to do it, because you understand that this time you will experience completely different feelings. If roughly, then like an adult who wants to slide down the slide again, but he does not do it, because he understands that he will not get such a charge of emotions.

  1. poigareaggi (human-longing) /'poj:.ga.re̯ag:.gi/ (sad.) — also a very characteristic word. It was formed by the elves-sadorei precisely because they communicated with people more than anyone else; originally it meant sadness from the death of a loved one — people live much less than elves, and therefore such incidents happened all the time. Now this word has slightly expanded its meaning, and now it also means sadness of separation from someone close.

The conclusion is this: be sad less, it's bad for your health. Good luck to everyone!