Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 45 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 144 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This lesson is going to focus on adjectives and adverbs, because I've only been tossing in descriptive words occasionally throughout these lessons. (And it was harder to create that I realized it would be. Forget learning new languages, I may have to go back to school to relearn my English!)
Like the lesson on verbs, the lesson will be in regular text, round brackets will surround notes from me, and square brackets will be around direct "lesson quotes" from Karen Traviss' Grammar Guide. (Which can be found on her webpage, and I highly recommend downloading it for personal use.)
(Working from a list of common English adjectives and adverbs, I have compiled these lists I will have obviously missed words in the dictionary, please just bear with me.)
[Adjectives and adverbs are formed by the addition of the suffix -la or -yc, depending on which makes pronunciation easier. There is only one form of the adjecti
Mando'a Lesson 13Mando'a Lesson 13 "Opposites"Mando'a Lesson 134 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Up Laam Down Daab
East Abesh West Wasuur
North Gaht South Ka'gaht
Right Staabi Left Payt
Happy Briikase Sad Trikar'la
Angry Kaden Calm Udesla
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
The Significance of Tolling Bells and Tearseach toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wastedThe Significance of Tolling Bells and Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
away, dashed from the pages of lifelost within its heady
sands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only by
falling tearssplashes of salted water, nourishment for parched
throats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelming
sensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flaking
skin, cracking under the scorching sunbeaming rays catching
foolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, time
slowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out of
the forestrefusing to admit the only way out was the same thing
that made tears fall, ever closer to the ground until eyes close,
fluttering shut with tired strokestears leaking for one last time;
desert sands, inescapable heat taking the life of yet another whose
bells have finally stopped tolling; another whose tears fall no more.
Mando'a Lesson 15Mando'a Lesson 154 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 15
Olarom! Ner gai Linzero. Jate'urcyce gar. Ni dala. Ni Tay'haai. Ni borari ti solegote, bal ni ori Ka'ra Akaane cuar'tomade.
Ni gana t'ad vode bal nu'ni kartayli. Ni gana munit daryc gemas bal daryc sur'haiie. Ni skotah bal nuh'la.
Ner beskar'gam sale racin ge'tal bal ne'tra. Ni juri solus beskad bal solus tracy'uur. Ner yaim pirebu suumpir bal bic ciryc vaii ni oyacyi. Ni emmuri nuhoyir, epar agol, bal piru gal.
Welcome! My name is Linzero. It's good to meet you. I am a woman. I am a Librarian. I work with computers and I am a big Star Wars Fan.
I have two siblings and I am not married. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I am short and funny.
My armour colours are pale red and black. I car
TES - Fiery Mountain Bold(Two Songs of King Wulfharth)TES - Fiery Mountain Bold1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Ash King
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the heart of our god
Dwarves of Resdayn made migthy spells,
Blade and hammer ringing like bells,
In places deep, where the dead sleep,
In the darkness of sixteen hells.
For peace with the Chimeri lords,
They gave two gleaming golden hoards,
They smithed with sound, and souls they bound
To wed lovers wielding twin swords.
But when the dwarves found a new faith,
They laughed in the Moon-and-Star's face.
With brass and songs in twisted tongues,
Built a golem and their own death.
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-regretted god.
Then came the Devil of Dagoth
He spoke and said "Hear news I brought,
That in the dark, glimmers a spark,
By Dwemer hands, soon to be caught."
The Nords asked what treason this was,
Mando'a Lesson 10Mando'a Lesson 10Mando'a Lesson 104 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I want to center this post around verbs (conjugating and tenses and the like) because I haven't focused on them the way I should have with the other lessons. Since I was learning myself, it was a lot easier to start with nouns, and learn to rattle those off first, instead of slowly building sentences and workable conversation.
The lesson will be in regular text, I will put round brackets around notes from me, and square brackets around direct "lesson quotes" from Karen Traviss' Grammar Guide. (Which of course, can be found on her webpage, and I highly recommend reading it.)
Similar to most European languages, Mando'a verbs end in either ar, er, ir, or, or ur. Removing the r from the verb produces the stem.
(This is something I think I was forgetting when I tried to conjugate my verbs in previous lessons. Oh, how fun it is to teach oneself. KT could probably make a fortune offering a cla
(Everything)You(Everything)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the kind of person that I
think that should be around more often.
Simply because you are the kind of person
that never says what you
Which at least keeps things interesting.
I like puzzeling out if you mean what you say,
or if you're saying what you mean
even when you are saying
at all. I feel as though we are still
so close that I could whisper my secrets to you
as we lay beneath the maddening sky, like we did before.
I remember the rushing of your breath as you clung near
my side. Secrets and whispers and silence.
All combined in a deafening (defining) roar.
Because though you say you're ever sorry,
The only one who's sorry is
Mando'a Lesson 7Mando'a Lesson 74 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 7
Sorry (I eat my insult) N'eparavu takisit
Sorry (I kneel) [groveling] Ni ceta
Mando'a Lesson 12Mando'a Lesson 12Mando'a Lesson 124 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
On Time jat'ca'nara
Week - Ray'ture
What time is it? Tion ca'nara [cuy] ibic?
When are we meeting? Tion'tuur mhi urcie?
Sigil (Symbol on Armour) Aliik
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?Sky to Freedom2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
Mando'a Lesson 3Mando'a Lesson 35 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 3
Older Brother/Sister Ori'vod
Baby (under 3)
Fleeting Love (Russia-ish)He thought his heart, cold and dark,Fleeting Love (Russia-ish)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Could not let in single ray of light
But she appeared
Like a gust of wind in a valley of sunflowers
And he loved her, and could not tell her
"Do not turn away from me like the others.''
And she stayed
And looked fondly
And touched softly
Among the golden sunflowers, tall as the sky
"I love you." It suddenly slips out from him
Her astonishment, blush, shortness of breath
Will she reject him after hearing the scared thumping
Of his heart?
He turns away, to flee
"Wait, I love you too ...''
And the heart's ice melted, the darkness gave way to light
A hug, a kiss, a desire
And suddenly a piercing sound, tearing his heart open
Time stood still, he stands motionless
Can happiness be so fleeting?
Her lifeless body like a marionette whose strings have been cut
A trickle of blood on her chest blooms like a rose
"Kiss me, do not go! Do not leave me alone with this love!''
But she no longer hears
She has gone away to the world of dreams and golden sun
Pokemon: Broken TiesPokemon: Broken Ties3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Broken Ties~ A Pokémon Fanfiction
(Note: This is the canon Pokémon game universe (G/S/C/HG/SS), but the characters are older. Gold is fourteen and the Kanto trainers are seventeen or so.)
They still see each other sometimes, of course- periodically, occasionally, just enough times to assure Green that Red had not killed himself yet- but it was almost as if that with each passing day, the gap that was between them grew ever more wider than before.
It had not always been this way of course. Once upon a time, they had dreamt of the whole world- two little kids with a girl called Leaf, the closest of friends, united by a common dream: to be the greatest of the great, to etch their names in history. To be champions, all. The question of who would be stronger never arose- it was a topic that they never really talked about or thought about.
What hadn't been in the planned agenda: the break in their friendship bought by too many issues
Mando'a Lesson 11Mando'a Lesson 114 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 11
Happy - Briikase
Hate Or'parguur (VERB)
Love Kar'taylir Darsuum (VERB)
To See Haa'taylir
To Smell - Klesir
To Hear - Susulur
To Taste - Isirir
To Feel Aalar
How are you? Me'vaar ti gar?
I am happy. Ni [cuy] briikase.
I feel angry. Ni aala kaden.
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
on skeletonsthey're all here, buriedon skeletons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in slightly shallow graves to plague me
when i'm just waking
i thought i crushed them inside my
trash-compactor chest, dear, but you know
i've been lingering and they've been rotting
away inside me, just eating,
the greedy little bastards, and you know
it will never stop
this cycle of bones, walking talking skeletons;
and matthew i will tell you that you are the only one
but there are always more--
matthew, you are the only one;
i suffered through your wordless accusations in silence,
dozens of them, and i will suffer through dozens more,
i promise you, before these years are over
but there is a gap between my memories
and there is a gap between the colored version of you
that i look at every day without seeing and the
rusty, rotting statue that comes out at night to throttle me
matthew, it was always ever you but now there are too many skeletons,
and i can hardly tell which ones are real and which ones are not
Can You Hear Me?Muse, bless me, let me spin my tale.Can You Hear Me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of death and destruction.
Will you believe me?
A story of infidelity and war.
A story of blood and rape.
Can you hear my cries?
A story of murder and trickery.
I am calling out to you.
A story of Helen of Sparta.
The day she arrived at my home I knew.
I saw the blood, dripping from her dainty hands.
I saw the fangs hidden behind shining teeth.
Her beauty does not act as a mask. Her beauty does not act as a veil.
Taken from her home, does she despair?
Or perhaps celebrate?
Am I insane?
Infidelity becomes bigotry.
Does it matter?
A second husband, a second life.
I see the blood splattered on her pale wedding dress.
My father smiles, he welcomes her.
He does not heed my warning. He does not heed my dreams.
Will they listen to me?
Or mock my existence?
Am I insane?
I see the camps, the war camps.
Our city is safe, they say.
They send our youth.
Sent to slaughter other youth, and be slaughtered in return.
The city is safe with our impe
'Lucius' PewDiePie wake up in the morning songWake up in the morning not giving a single sh*t'Lucius' PewDiePie wake up in the morning song2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
got my panties and bengt, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this mansion,
Before I leave, kill Gene, cause I don't like his smoking
Cause' once I've tasted blood there's no going back
I got that telekinesis on the go, go
What'd you put in these scones, scones?
Head maids about to go, go
I'm sayin, forever more, more
Walking up to the pantry
I'm starting to get a bit, diz-zy
Don't stop, on the dot
deaths in every single spot
tonight, Imma slice
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the killings don't stop, no
Don't stop, now their shocked
And I've only just begun
Tonight, I see dad , and you know that must be bad
I'm the son of satin, hear your fright
Slip, smack, back will crack,
Icicles are gonna, fall
Ain't got a care in world, but I got plenty of weapons
Don't got no rules in my head, but I still get game overs
And now, the clues are lining up, cause Macguffin's here under orders
I got no sense anymore, because I work with
Mando'a Lesson Number 1Mando'a Lesson Number 15 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 1
My name is Ner gai _______
Your name is