Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc (part 6)

I have redone my lexicon, it is now a neat Excel file, filled with fancy colours, origins and references. I really like it.

Also, I've written another paragraph of Pavsanio's story; this time he has just reached Naupila.

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Єн Нαцπιᴧαн мεᴧᴧω мεтα εκтωc καᴧωc διεн нυгιнтεн e ιω Cαтυрιυ, ἁтει cαтυрec мεнεc "ευтιεcгε αυт нε ἁнεтιεcгε Cαтυр". Єυтαтιιн οιω Φαcтυмαрο Καнοκтια, цαᴧтε οιгιεc нυгιнтεc υxειc нε мει нιтεтαc. Єυмοнιι нαцειει εнтрαмβω οπнοнтιι мeгιεcгε нцαтεc, ἁтειc нαцπιᴧec πeнιδεc καрιzε εмβιрκε мοцει e ᴧeωнεc πφαнтεcκε φαcει. Λecαιι καтιc мeгιι нε ειειδεтωнтιι, ὡнтιι εκрοπтεн αᴧβιεн e мακрεc καнιεc.

In Naupila I seek, after a journey of six days, some humour and go to the Saturiu (Satyrium),  where the comedians are "as good but not as hairy as Satur". I think Fastumaro from Kanoktia is the best, although some jokes about the northerlings are not enjoyed by me. Joyful I walk through the docks, eyeing the very large ships, with which the Naupilans take cinnamon and ginger from the east and lions and elephants from the west. A large cat which I have never seen, passes me, having white fur and black stripes.

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Satur is a βαᴧιцοнтeιc (i.e. halfgod) as well as a мεκαнтεр, what we call a satyre. That is why the comedians are said not to be as hairy. He is the subgod of (dark) humour, infamous for pranking unsuspecting travelers in the woods.

I should continue work on my map, e.g. adding the villages named in Διυ, as well as think about what countries surround the lurionas. I also have an enormous island to toy around with. I will probably create some more daughter languages of Lurioneski as well.

Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc (part 5)

I've added yet another paragraph to Pavsanio's Super Awesome journal. He's currently travelling from Blyposcia to Naupila by boat.

In my previous post I said something about a "hot summer sun". The irony. It has been so damn hot these last few days! Well, compared to the Netherlands general weather, that is.

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Πрοтeрιει καᴧει εнιω нαцιнтει ποcκαнтαрοц, εцzαрιοц ὑцнο δeκεπтει гнοнтιοцκε, διcοнтιο Βᴧυποcκια ᴧecα Aнтιυттαрιαι Нαцπιᴧαн. Cυнδιοнтαι κεκαcтрωнтιαι ᴧeгω διн нεцмεнκε мου ἁιαнοнтιο нε нυгαι мυтοц αυт πeтрιοц δοрοц ἁ. Aнαᴧeгι Aннα αнαιнοнтιαн αнιδιοц αнтαгοц Aнтιυттαрια. Нαцιοнтυc ᴧeнιει ὑттαрει нοκтεc нιтοмα.

The next day I enter the little boat of a fisherman, a handsome youngman and being seventeen, to travel from Blyposcia via Antiuttaria to Naupila. My fellow traveller having asked, I talk about my trip and journal, smiling not [because] of the humour of the story but of her gigantic beauty. Anna answers that she is returning from a yearly herdleading from Antiuttaria. Sailing the smooth sea the two of us enjoy the nights.

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This part is not that long, but it features some interesting words.

First of all, there is some insane alliteration in the third sentence, where the occurence of the Alfa and Nea is downright silly.

Furthermore, the word ευzαрιι (or the Karvokan εцzαрιι) comes from ευ+ιzαр+ιι, thus literally "goodfronted" or "goodfaced", and means as much as "goodlooking" or "handsome", although from a more objective point of view. It can be used in almost any occasion, whereas the later used δοрιι implies physical attraction.

Speaking of which, the use of the words 'πeтрιε δοрυ' could be considered quite ironic; although he insinuates that they slept together, the word πeтрιι is derived from the Πeтрec (in its turn from πeтεр, "rock"), a race of mythological titans or giants. It has made a semantical shift from "rocky" to "gigantic", to "massive" and finally to "enormous"; therefore the most likely translation of πeтрιε δοрυ would be "great beauty", saying that the woman is extremely beautiful. It could, however, also be a hint regarding her physical size, implying that she is both beautiful and huge.

Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc (part 4)

Yay, my first Lurion myth! It's about Seufno. The name has become a noun in lurioneski:

cευφнο means 'drunk' or "binge drinker" or any other pejorative description of someone who drinks too much water or more commonly alcohol.

The water near the Lurion coast is generally clear and blue, by the way, and good for swimming in the hot summer sun.

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Mεтα δευ καᴧειc πрοcπωн ᴧιмαι гεрιмιαι ααcπιω ὑтᴧιмιει δεмει Βᴧυποcκιαι οιδαтιαι υδοιрοц. Aмφιтωнтιε ὑδрει cтι βαᴧтр Ἱδοрοц φαрοнтιοц ἁмαн δακрει e мαнει рeδιει φεррοрн δeα. Єн cιнιтει δeι καδцε Cεцφнοц, εκ ἁтοц οποцc cοнδοцκε рεπcοцκε εгxc δeαцδc. Cεцφнο eαцδрι ποιᴧωн e ὁц нυδрαιυ eгεгнι мeгιεгε ὡн ὁн eαцδрοнтιοн πрοтωн ὑδрεгxc e мεтωн παнтιεc ὑттαрc. Ἁтιοц ὑβрιzοц Ἱδοр eтαxтι ὁн, ecнιᴧтι καδцн δυнeοнтιι ὑδрεгxc мαрcκε ὑттαрcκε.

After two days near the geriman border I have reached the coastal village Bluposkia (Blyposcia), famous for its fountain. Surrounded by water stands the statue of Hidor carrying his shield on his back and in his right hand his iron (sword) downward. In his left [hand] hangs the head of Seufno, from whose eyes, mouth and neck flow waterfalls. Seufno drank a lot and his thirst grew so big that he first drank rivers and later all the seas. For this hybris did Hidor punish him, he cut off his head, releasing the rivers and lakes and seas.

Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc (part 3)

I like bread. As long as it's good bread; I don't like those german bricks. Ham and red peppers on bread with sesameseeds. Hmm. I wouldn't enjoy eating Euchleban bread al day, though.
This passage is quite weird, especially on its own.

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Διαгοнοнтιι διεн мοц, εнιω πрοтeрιει καᴧει Єυxᴧβα, ἁтει мнεc αxᴧβοιωнтιc ειποιᴧιεc καπιᴧειc αβωн мοц παтрοц καδцει. Aмβυнοнтιιн цεcтрει мε ᴧecαιεc гυмнο мeгιωн δαтωнтιο βαᴧιцωн εтαрιнтοκε ὁц гεрιмιο αᴧαᴧцοнтιοc e ἁᴧцοнтιοc. Aαмιтοнтιι нαιεн xᴧεβн рιω ὑπнcοнтιι.

Continuing my journey, I enter the following day Euxleba (Euchleba), where there are as many non-bakers as hairs on top of my fathers head. While I walk in the evening, a naked man, big given below, and his geriman boyfriend pass me singing and laughing. Having lost my appetite/hunger for bread I return to sleep.

Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc - Posting Paragraphs

I'll add new paragraphs of my story Διυ εнтрα Λυрιοнαιc on the go as well as adding them to the actual page, so you'll know when something new has arrived, and giving you the possibility to add comments. They'll be labelled "diu".
The first 5 paragraphs are already done, so I'll post them quite fast after eachother. The introduction can be found here and an extraordinary sentence here. These posts might contain some mistakes or inconsistencies, as I will only change those in the whole story.

Without further ado, here's the second paragraph, about the Cyclarbrium:

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Δeκδцεc καᴧεc δεδιοнтιι e υυπтιωнтιι δεмн Aтαᴧтαрβрιαн нυн εн αιcтειc παzεнω. Ἁтει υπтecεc Ἁcмο Нυιι Δοрιικε. Οxрαᴧтεc οрαιнοнтιι Κυκᴧαрβрειεн ιω, тecειυ κυκᴧιε αмφιтα αрβрειc, ἁтει тιδιou αнou ἁcмιнтο e δeκтεтрαнιoc ὑцнoc cυнδιεc. Uπтα ἁтн εнтрα εн тεκтει тecειου εнειнει ἱcтε ἱтι, βαᴧтрοц Ἁcмοц αφαнтιοц cιнιтιει мαнει мυцιнтιc cтι. Тεκтυ мнι δeκπεнεc zοιтрεc ὁрιε, βαᴧтр εκδυ, ἁтει δακрωн ειδω ιεнυ ἁтεн οιοω δeωнтιεн εн αрβαυмεн. Тecο мε εтαрιωн αυт мοιрιωнκε ᴧeгι ειнιοн ἁcмιнтοн δυнeтωнтιοн αδυнαεнιοнтιειн. Πεπειнοнтιι рιω εн αрβαυмει αмβυcοнтιι.

Having travelled 12 days and having arrived in the village Ataltarbria, I am now sitting in the shadows. Here they worship Hasmo the Young and Beautiful. Ascending the steps I go to the Kuklarbreie (Cyclarbrium), a round temple surrounded by trees, where the hasmint of each year and the fourteen-year-old boys meet. On the left hand of the statue, on which light shines through the hole in the temple's roof, of the cloaked Hasmo stands a sparrow. The roof is fifteen arms high, the statue half that, behind which I see a hallway, I think decending into the forest. A priest tells me friendly but seriously that only the hasmint is allowed to enter. Having understood that, I return, going to walk in the forest.

An example sentence

I just wrote a sentence which made me feel satisfied for its grammatical and poetical brilliance, if I say so myself:

Uπтα ἁтн εнтрα εн тεκтει тecειοц εнειнει ἱcтε ἱтι, βαᴧтрοц Ἁcмοц αφαнтιοц cιнιтιει мαнει мυцιнтιc cтι.

It is quite hard to translate it, as its word order is impossible in English. If you'd translate it word by word, you would get this:

On which.acc through in roof.dat temple.gen hole.dat light.nom shine.3sg, statue.gen Hasmo.gen cloaked.gen left.dat hand.dat sparrow.dim.nom sit.3sg.

But in normal English, in the most common word order, it would be:

On the left hand of the statue, on which light shines through the hole in the temple's roof, of the cloaked Hasmo sits a little sparrow.

Furthermore, the first half of the sentence shows alliteration almost mirrorshaped. The first letters from the words ἁтн to ἱтι are: H-EE-TT-E-HH. Another peculiarity is the fact that the H is a semi-vowel, the E is a vowel and the T is a consonant.
On top of that, the sentence is like a wrap, consisting of 3 different layers:
A-B-C-B-A, where A is the main sentence (υπтα ἁтн ἱcтε ἱтε), B is adverbial to ἱтε (εнтрα εнειнει) and C says something about εнειнει (εн тεκтει тecειοц).

Moving on, we see 3 genitives. Βαᴧтрοц is the antecedent of ἁтн, and says something about which мαнει. Ἁcмοц says in its turn something about whose Βαᴧтрοц, and αφαнтιοц either about Ἁcмοц or βαᴧтрοц.
The sparrow sits on the left hand, because the right hand is generally the stronger, and therefore left symbolises youth.

All in all, I'm quite fond of this sentence. It took me some minutes to formulate, but it is mostly (brilliantly) arbitrary.

Journey through Lurionas (Story)

I am going to write a story in lurioneski, both to improve my vocabulary and to further work out my conworld and conreligion. It is written by a Karvokan called Παυcαнιο (Pausanio; reference, anyone?) son of Fastizar ("thickface"). I'll post the first few lines here, where he explains why he is making his journey.

Παцcαнιοц Φαcтιzαрοцι Καрцοκαα

by Pavsanio Fastizarovi from Karvoka

Ποιᴧειc мε eκεκαcтрαc цαтαυн мε тαтιεн διεн ποιωнтιεн "ἑδε" ἁυтιεc αнαᴧeгοнтιεc "нε οιδιc?" Ι eαнαᴧeгω "гαр нε οιδω." Mεтα ὡc нε πειнοнтιωc ιнοc, цαᴧтε ῾eι ᴧαнгει ᴧeгοмα, αυтрιωc ᴧυрιοнωc cмικрυ οιδωмα.

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Many had asked me why I did this journey, "or", answering themselves, "don't you know?" I answered "because I don't know." Because they didn't understand, [I said] that we, although we speak one language, know so little of the other luriones.

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Edit: more paragraphs of this story will be posted under the tag 'diu'.