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The two largest (and only surviving) nations on the continent of Reiassan have been at war, on and off, for centuries, gobbling up all smaller nations in their wake. Now, in the 20th year of Emperor Alessely, the Northern nation of Callenia has conquered the Southern nation of Bithrain.

In the aftermath of the war, one healer in the Emperor’s Army, a woman named Rin, has taken as a captive a Bitrani soldier. Although she calls him Girey of Tugia, and has convinced him to do the same, her prisoner is the surviving heir of the deposed-and-soon-to-be-executed King of Bithrain. Now she is bringing him home, across the long mountainous countryside to the far northern Callanthe capital city of Lannamer.

Reiassan is a fantasy story with romantic elements. The still-very–new Steam!Reiassan is set quite some time in the future in the same country, and is a steampunk setting.

NB: The setting is constantly evolving. While the stories are in the process of being edited for the book, the versions here on livejournal/dreamwidth/wordpress will have some setting inconsistencies – horses v. goats, etc.


Places to start
Abduction For the Rin/Girey story
Coming Soon, a trailer for the Rin/Girey story
Sword  – sets the tone of an earlier era
Discovery  – for the Steam/Edally era
Edally Academy


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Hello, in Calenyen

So I’ve been playing with this #WIPWorldBuilders worldbuilding challenge on Twitter, and thinking about doing my own for Mastodon/The Fediverse, so when @DMoonfire greeted me this morning, I asked him how one greeted someone in (one of) his conlang(s).

Then I realized I had no way to say hello in Calenyen!

So I fixed that.

Hello

kettaar /kɛt.tɑɹ/ (from ket hey, and taar, you), Hello.

kettaarte /kɛt.tɑɹ.tɛ/ Hello (to you two)

kettaarbe /kɛt.tɑɹ.bɛ/ Hello (to a group/herd)

kettaarne /kɛt.tɑɹ.njɛ/ Hello (to an unknown group, as in greeting an audience)

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Conlang, Calenyen

I wanted to write the Calenyen classic blessing-on-parting, “smooth roads, clear skies.”

Turns out I had almost none of the words! Well, I had 2 out of 4 if you don’t consider the implied “May you always have” or “let there always be”.

What I had:

the word for under-clothes comes from the word lur, meaning smooth, easy: from kiprat-lur to kiplur and eventually down to kur.

eetan – sky

Subject-verb agreement
-unu beyond use (the sun, the moon, the stars)

ah- makes a verb be “always”

Plurals:
ootun beyond use , plural
-ak useful, singular
-anan useful, plural

Two: -te or -tye
herd: -be or -bye
Many, unknown: -ne or -nye

New words:
kaab – to be

tidzieg – a path, a road
tidziegnye – Many roads
gud – clear

Which brings us to

ahkaabanan todziegnye lur
(Smooth Roads, or “may your roads always be smooth.”

ahkaabootun eetan gud.
(Clear skies, or “may your skies always be clear.”)

ahkaabanan todziegnye lur
(Smooth Roads)

 

 

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Room and Board

Originally posted on Patreon in October 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.

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Set in my ‘verse Reiassan, at an unknown time or series of times. 👻

The hotel had been there since the city had been there, and the city had been there since people started landing on this coast.  It had been a small inn, three stories tall, made of solid stone carved out of the cliffs.

When the family – Arrans through and through –  had needed more room, they had added on another wing.  As time went on, more wings were added, until the original building was surrounded – except for a narrow courtyard on front and back – and until the original additions were also, save for more narrow courtyards, surrounded.

But in the core of the hotel, there was one room that they would never rent out.  Even in a holiday, when every single room in every inn in all three of the Arran cities was booked, when anyone who claimed any blood of the Arrans came home to see the sea (such as “home” was to these refugees without a nation), they would not book the last room on the right on the second floor of the original inn. Continue reading

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Edally Stories: Kagnyaa

Book 2, Chapters 7-11: Kagnyaa

This takes place after Book 2


“You have to leave your room for something other than classes at some point.”  Kagnyaa’s teammates were standing outside her door, Govezze calling in through the slightly-opened door.  They were taking their lives in their hands, risking irritating martial house.

But they weren’t moving.

“I don’t see any reason to do that.”  

Kagnyaa was not having a good time of it.  Staying in her room seemed like the most reasonable way to handle things.

“Oh, by the Three and their books and all the things they turn their heads at,” complained her surviving roommate,  Kelmoolkie. “Let them in so I can study, would you? You’ve been ridiculous ever since Her Highness-”

“Don’t call her that!”

“I will call her whatever I want, and you can fight me over it or learn to accept it,” Kelkie countered.  “Come on in, you two. She’s being ridiculous.”

“You said that already” Kagnyaa complained.

“So, ah.”  Taabletaab cleared his throat.  “I, ah. I tailored a couple uniforms for you and did some Martial embroidery on the linens…”  He was carrying an armload of navy, orange-red, and red. “I noticed you, uh, you’d gone back to the base uniform.”

“I hate it all.”  She slouched further on her bed.  “I hate all of it. The fancy clothes, the fancy hair.  I despise it.”

“So.”  Govezze sat down on the edge of Kagnyaa’s bed.  She was carrying some ribbons in various shades of red and a comb.  “I did some reading on ancient warriors and their braiding patterns.  I know you don’t want to do the whole thing with the royal patterns anymore, but you’re of House [].  You’re a warrior. So I thought that something like this….” She reached out. Taabletaab handed her a book and she flipped it open to a diagram.  “Something like this?” This time, it was a question.

Kagnyaa wanted to just turn away.  They were trying to get her out of the room, and it was useless.  “I was an idiot,” she complained.  “I was worshiping someone who was useless.  Worse than useless! She was a liar and a cheat and she was – I was an idiot,” she repeated.  

“A little,” Govezze agreed.  “But you’re our idiot. So. This is a warrior from the very early times.  Her name was Govezgovvie – I think I was named after her” she admitted shyly.  “But I’m not the warrior. That’s you. So what do you think?”

Kagnyaa made herself look at the pattern, really look at it.  It looked start and simple, until you noticed the number of strands in the three braids.  “Do you think you could…?”

“Of course I can.  And for you, of course I would.  But first, into that uniform. Taabletaab did a lot of work.  And it’ll look more you than the frou-frou and a lot more you than wandering around in an ill-fitting sack.  All right?”

Her friends had gone to a lot of effort.  They had done research for her.

“All right.”  She hesitated.  “I mean. Thank you.”


So Solace went and gave me two Books of all the characters, and thus is getting all the Edally ficlets ever. 

This one takes place sometime around the time Riensin is talking to Instructor Dainanan about aether in textile codes. 

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Edally Story 4 – Making “Friends”

Book 2, Chapters 1-6: Denedien

“Now class.” Instructor Dainanan leaned forward, smiling.  “While this is a class mainly on theory, we are always going to have some practice involved.  So each of you has a small piece of linen and several colors of embroidery thread. We no longer know exactly how the ancients wove aether into their outfits, but what we do know is how they sometimes put codes and meanings into their embroidery.  Work in small teams, come up with a code, and see if you can work in something that your teammates can read.”

Denedien looked at his school-assigned teammates and stifled a sigh.  They were nice people. They were even clever people. Uzharrienie was even quite pretty.  Kivsi was very entertaining. But they had absolutely no interest in the finer things in life. Continue reading

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Edally Story 3- Long Ride to School

Chapter 20-end, Book One: Davenpor (When much younger)

“Can you take pets to school?”

The carriage that went to Edally Academy from the middle of the country had five people in it, and four of them were students headed for Edally.  

Technically, the carriage went from Ossulund to Ilelteddez, but it had stopped in Kuddyinnie, the city where Davenpor lived, and three other cities.  Only Loonnoozhno had gotten on in Ossulund..

And only Davenpor had a carrier full of weasels.  “They’re not pets,” he explained. He had been explaining this for a very long time.  “They’re companions, except Lazlyu, who is more of a, well, a working weasel.” Continue reading

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The First 1/3 of April on Patreon

This month’s theme is

Libraries and Librarians

Things marked with a * are free for everyone to read. 


The Expectant Wood: Chapter 21: Worlds of Differences
Portal Bound – a beginning

A Last Conlang Word going in to April *
Cloverleaf’s Library  *

Reminds me of… Dragons Next Door  *
The Weather, it is a-changin’ *

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A Last Conlang Word going in to April (written for Patreon)

Since the theme for this month is Libraries and Librarians, and I got a new pen I want to try out (image coming tomorrow), today’s post is the Calenyen words around Libraries. From  December 16, 2015-

inventrix asked for books, which got handled a while back:

turnie, noun, book
turniete, 2 books
turniebe, a shelf of books
turnine, some books

So I figured I’d handle shelf and library!

Library, first, is a book-place, Turnietan. This originally referred to any depository of books. Now, a bookseller is a Liezturnie, Seller, of book and a library is a Turnietapon, a book place, scholarly.

And in the library there are shelves!

A shelf is a birtun, from a word which originally meant ledge; a bookshelf is a birtunturnie.

A collective plural of shelves is usually considered a bookcase, unit of shelves. If you collectivize that, birtunbebe, you end up with a slang word for a large gathering of shelves, a storeroom.

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