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I thought that at least today I would write a post on time, and not at night. Yeah, well yes.

Today we’ll talk about sects again. In general, they are distinguished by a fairly wide variety of stories of their birth and theses, but usually they pursue the same idea - to soften the muscles of the members so that they do what the top wants. Friends, please don’t join a sect.

I'll tell you about one relatively old, but little-known. It is interfaith, does not have an official name and is covered with a sort of veneer of mystery - something like the Freemasons, only even more incomprehensible. Their final goal is very clear and banal -

destroy all magic.

Nope, I'm not kidding. These guys (we ironically dubbed them Bortsunami) really believe that magic is the root of all the problems that humanity can have. The reasoning is this: any magical action implies a deal with demons/demons/evil spirits, who will then grab your little soul and drag you to the underworld.

You understand that this is complete nonsense, right? Not every magical action involves the attraction of some foreign entities; Even the largest religions classify such things into a separate category and prohibit only this - along with the resurrection of the dead.

Moreover, if all the magic suddenly disappeared at once, then we would have to say goodbye to the Gearts and Alvas. In the former, the intrauterine development of embryos and the intellectual development of infants is disrupted; in the latter, the psyche begins to seriously suffer from longevity. These are well-known facts, proven by science a long time ago.

Both religious and secular organizations fought against the Bortsuns, but all to no avail: they still somehow lure adherents to themselves and influence fragile minds. And this has been going on for four centuries, no less.

Therefore, I will repeat once again: do not join sects and think about all the dogmas that anyone offers you. Amen.

Confirmation has arrived that rubai are, after all, an original form of poetry from Stoers, and not borrowed or some other form. A whole bunch of them here, in Srednestursky; The size varies in places and is not very similar to the classic one - apparently it has not yet been established. But without any doubt, this is exactly what can be considered the forerunner of the rubaiyat.

I do the poetic translation myself, so it turns out very poorly and not very quickly. I will post from time to time when I can. For now, I'll start with something a little ironic and very cute.

Nigūnsār wēnišn-it dušāgāh ma-rāy būd,
U xāmōš āwāz-it widandīg ma-rāy būd.
Ē, pad āhan tō hē az pad zan hamdamtar,
Be dōst rōštar az tō ne hagriz ma-rāy būd.

Your downcast, sad look always infuriates you,
I understand your muttering only sometimes.
Your love is true to iron - not to your wife;
But I have never had a brighter friend.

I want to show off one of the coolest gifts I have received recently. Study Psalter (aka Tehillim)! I have never liked reading church texts in civil font, but here you have both an authentic font and a translation nearby. Fairy tale!

N A H O D K A

A whole stack of letters that look like a cross between love letters and friendly correspondence. Two people participate in it: a man who is addressed as Gaimh (“gold”) and a woman nicknamed Sewrach ("a spear"). Yes, correspondence is conducted in classical Glinnar; For a girl he’s like family, apparently, but for a guy he’s not so much, sometimes he makes mistakes. It is much worse preserved than what we found before: the letters are torn, dirty, and often some parts are missing. Apparently, they had already been stored in approximately this condition.

For the most part, this all looks like chatter about life and the like, but two letters are very interesting in this context. In one, a girl writes:

“...you say that you have finally become an ass; that's right, so be it. But what did you do with Thunderstorm?

The guy answers:

“...I can’t say what’s going on with Groza. Just know that she is there, where she will again become a Crushing Flame.”

Blazing Flame (clay. Cairfhadh) - the name of a semi-legendary sword that belonged to Fodallain Goraethvi (look in previous posts), which was broken in his last battle, passed to his sister and then was kept by her descendants for a whole lot of time - until it was simply lost in a strange way somewhere in history. Maybe, of course, it was just a metaphor in the letter - or maybe not.

A few posts ago I said that we were contacted by some guys from Ruginia. The National Cultural Museum in Skaftos reported that they have one interesting object in stock.

It is an almost transparent crystal of silver spar with a light golden hue, with sides measuring approximately 30, 45 and 7 millimeters, and with several large cracks. For some reason they didn’t attach a photo, but to hell with it, I shoved a photo of some random crystal from the network here.

Judging by the description, he himself is in a not very well-preserved silver frame, on which the following runes were carved by an elder futhark:

ᛋᛟᚹᚢᛚᛟ ᚲᚹᚨᛁᚲᚹᛁᚦᛁ ᚺᚱᚨᛁᚾᛁᛃᛟ ᛋᚨᛁᚹᚨᛚᛟ
sōwulō kwaikwīþi hrainijǭ saiwalǭ.

From early Proto-Lavina this is translated as “the sun kindles the pure soul.” Such stones could have been used by the ancient Vikings to navigate the sea using the sun in cloudy weather - I may make a separate post about this. The guys claim that the stone may be directly related to the sword we found. They haven’t said what exactly yet, but they want to come to our excavation site, look and figure it out for themselves. I don’t understand why there is such secrecy, but there are probably some reasons for it.

We'll keep you posted!

Another gay post, as promised.

• Kharassukhumi doors. These people to this day don’t have a very good attitude towards homosexuality, and even more so a thousand years ago. Whether between men or between women, this is considered unethical, shameful, unnatural, and so on. After all, Mother Vecna herself forbade them to do such bad things - or at least that's what they say.
• Glinnar alvas. For these people, everything is quite complicated, but I will try to explain it as best I can. Their culture implies that non-procreative sexual relations are frowned upon; but all varieties of love that lie outside the erotic sphere do not distinguish either gender or age at all. This was how it was before, this is how it is now, and it is unlikely that this will change in any way in the foreseeable future.
• Saadian alvas. In general, it’s similar to the alvs above, but with a little more freedom: do what you want, but behind closed doors at home and put out the candle. That is, yes, it is also not very approved.
• Eryakhshari dzherts. If one of you, gentlemen shippers, invents a time machine and travels to any year before the eighth century AD (and even more preferably between the fifth and seventh, or before the first), then you will be greeted with real freedom there. The Gearts there always lived in large families, which could be called prides - with the only difference being that such a pride included both men and women. If your pride produces offspring, then no one really gives a damn that you are there with men, non-men, or anyone at all. Relationships outside the pride (both same-sex and opposite-sex) were not exactly welcomed, but they were not particularly condemned either.

We continue to model the sword with the name Varðveitari.

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A few folk games that you can play with your friends when you're bored.

1. Naghleibhas, "sticking".

The Glinnar game, the first mention of which dates back to two or three thousand years BC. The meaning is this: a certain word is taken (preferably with as few affixes as possible), and then the players take turns sticking suffixes/prefixes/other roots to it so that the resulting word has at least some meaning from the point of view of language and is formed correctly. You can only glue on the right and left; you cannot fit between existing parts. The loser is the one who can no longer make anything intelligible out of the resulting cadaver.

A simple example in Retzin:

• write
• writer
• writer
• clean writer
• …

I’m not sure that such a game will relieve you much of boredom, but you never know.

2. Royza

Eryakhshari drinking game for a group of people. Everyone stands in a circle and starts counting from one onwards; when the first round ends, players must skip numbers divisible by two when counting; on the third circle, numbers divisible by three are added, and so on. If someone makes a mistake, the neighbor on the right must hit him royzā — for Gearts, this is a clap with an open palm, which ends in a not very traumatic, but painful “grab” with the claws. This blow is applied exclusively to the chest (men only), stomach or butt. Early rules also included something like kicking the testicles, but these were quickly abandoned.

The one who makes a mistake must have time to intercept the hand of his neighbor on the left and also inflict on him royzā. And then the options:

- if not a single blow hits the target, then no one drinks;
- if one blow reaches the target, then the one who was hit drinks;
- if both blows reach the target, then both drink.

Well, of course, if someone hits another by mistake, then he also drinks. And, yes: people and others like them don’t have claws, so you can just clap your palm very hard.

3. Kanb, "stone"

ATTENTION VERY TRAUMATIC

Dverzhsky game from Kharassukhum. Something between baseball and “catch me brick.” More than two people are needed.

The idea is this: a large round stone is taken, which the participants can more or less easily lift, but throw - with difficulty. Two people take a special leather bag with iron chain straps; the third throws a stone in their direction, they catch it with this thing.

• if the stone hits one of the participants, he is eliminated (no wonder);
• if the stone falls to the ground, one point is awarded to the thrower;
• if the stone still manages to be caught (if it falls to the ground while in the bag, this also counts), then the catcher goes away with a point;
• After every three throws, the participants change in a circle.

The game lasts either until a pre-agreed number of points, or until all but one are eliminated.

PS If you are interested in what we do here and what we write, then I ask: spend a little of your time and tell your friends/enemies/relatives about us - in short, all those who may also be interested =D

A little bit of abstract news.

In Rechan, the competition for the design of a new flag has finally ended! All the options were probably very worthy and not bad, but this particular one, attached to the post, won.

A blue-white-yellow (gold) tricolor with an aspect ratio of 4:7, along the top and bottom stripes there is a three-time repeating text “Bg҃ъ with us and ц҆нєжє на зр”, interspersed with Christian wheels (stakes). On the central, white stripe, the heraldic falcon of Prince Stanislav is depicted in black.

Soon they should come up with something interesting with a small coat of arms (I’m a little scared how much budget is spent on this). And then, perhaps, a large coat of arms will finally be drawn up!