#angaran language

taosovos - expressing emotions using the bioeletric field while touching each other. This can be a massive experience for both.

Inspired by @myrddinderwydd I drew this shiny shimmering picture where Saraan shows his affection to Samuel in the taosovos.

71 Shelesh Words for Violence and Peace 

One of my favorites is dynnar, to end something. “Dynn’do!!” would be a short command to a soldier to “End it!!”

an'do - idiom - "hide!" command or phrase commonly used by both angaran fighters and children ashaan - n - fear ashaar - v - to fear beleshaak - n - the deep feeling of fear or terror that you have done something terribly wrong dos ashaan - idiom - noble fear, the fear that is considered positive as it keeps you safe. draki - n, adj - death, the act of dying drakiir; draki, drakiit, drakiim - v - to die, pass on into the next life draullir - n - death caves Dregnar - n, proper - described from a story as "a strong and honorable fighter for our people." no other context. drokaalen - n, adj, adv - connecter; the angara term for the 'Remnant' technology and people, pre-discovery of the Jaardaan dynnar; dynna, dynnat, dynnam - v - to end something, to finish something

(From the Crew Info Board, courtesy of Jaal Ama Darav)

Javegara, pl. Lit “the people closest to me/us.” Friends and mentors, as well as family members.

Vesagara, n. Lit “uprooted people.” Used to speak impolitely of those from the Milky Way. Say “vess-ah-gar-ah.”

Gosan, v. To cling or to grasp. Say “go-san.”

See also: gosan yav daar, adj. Being stubborn, lit. “clinging to a rock.”

See also: gosavar, n. The Resistance

Have you ever wondered why I don’t create posts in “Angaran script”? Here’s why. This topic has been on my mental ‘to do’ list since the very beginning.

There are three things that look like angaran writing. There’s the boxy, angular characters like on the rofjinn and in a few areas of the cities (on Aya, for example). Totally unclear what type of script this even is, since we only see short snippets of it. For example, the main text on this mural is probably the name of each of the angaran homeworlds, which would mean it’s probably an alphabetic script - the lengths of the planet names generally match. Someone says at one point  that there are five angaran homeworlds, but two are lost. However, the mural text only lists 3 - Havarl, Voeld, and Aya - but there are five focal items on the mural. Are these the five worlds, or something else? Inspirational statements perhaps?

Mural - translated from Shelesh A team of artists from each of our homeworlds - Aya, Voeld, and Havarl - worked together to create this mural. It depicts the centuries of hardship we endured as a result of the Scourge, but also the reunion of our people to build a strong, resilient society. 

There is the remnant script that the angara seem to have continued using for...something. It’s not clear, and the only information we get on the meaning of the glyphs is when you scan them with SAM. This drives me nuts. I want a “Remnant glyphs” codex with all of them. The best we get on the wiki is this - which is nearly useless since it doesn’t have images of the bloody glyphs. Since we get a whole concept as the meaning of an entire symbol, it would probably be a logographic script. But the angara string many glyphs together as if they were letters - maybe what’s above the tavetaan is actually a long quote, a full sentence?

Then there are the bubbles. in my opinion this could be a script, it could be their number system, it could be a menu, it could be a map... I don’t know. But it’s something communicative, because it’s everywhere. It’s on all of the angaran doors, like a keypad. It’s mixed into displays with other scripts, on walls, and on banners. Most importantly, they are all over the wall-sized status display at the Resistance Headquarters AND the medical monitors on Aya!

Of the three, the ‘boxy’ script that we see on Jaal’s rofjinn and featured very prominently elsewhere is the most likely candidate for a common angaran script. Most likely all three are in regular use. Game issues (like copying assets and just rotating them so they look different) somewhat stymie my ability to actually translate anything they give us directly, but I’ve built Shelesh up from ~30 words, so, yeah. Not a problem! What I’m working on is deciding exactly what each of the three is used for, why there are giant versions pasted everywhere, and building up one or all three into usable scripts. 

Here’s a start, based on some fantastic ideas and images here and here from @lonicera-caprifolium​ @omegastation​ @gryphonrampant​ @commandershepardvasfuckit​ @avaquet​

The text from the Aya Memorial Garden mural could be anything, but is most likely A) The names of the homeworlds, or B) relevant words (such a strength or community). If so, than Jaal's rofjinn has either his homeworld or a related inspirational phrase. OR his name has the same meaning as one of these phrases, and the rofjinn has all or part of his name.

The biggest oddity is that the text isn't exactly the same. Pieces are turned so that the combinations are the same, but rotated 180. This may be actual text, illustrating that they have letters that are the same symbol, but upside down, such as with latin w and m!

Tried to catch the unique feeling of such a special kiss.

ushey - n - a kiss, pressing your mouths together

dafuq! I forgot an “r”... damnit. Sorry, I’m quite tired. ^^””

Angaran zones of pleasure.

There’re many words for this! ^^ 

In the current chapter Samuel and his crew members, Heskaarl, Resistance Fighters find some strange weapons . 

As it turns out, these are ancient, antique Angaran weapons that were used a very long time ago. Saraan knows and masters these weapons. 

In this picture they are training with them. The only thing missing is a name for this mixture of an ancient arabic blade weapon and a naginata.

This is the text to the picture. It’ll appear in my fanfiction, however I don’t no yet when. ^^

This hug was not like the others that Saraan made him feel so often.

Suddenly Samuel was enveloped, no, swept away by a sea of emotions, like a raging storm on the high seas. Gentle, heavy, pure bliss, fear, endless joy, excitement, gnawing longing, a stab of jealousy, all these feelings and more suddenly took on colors, became something he did not even dare to describe in words. These impressions lasted only a few seconds and broke off, as Samuel, startled, tore himself away from Saraan and staggered backwards, almost falling to the ground.

"Wow, fuck, what was that?!" He gasped, so shocked that he forgot all manners.

Saraan looked at him with an insecure, guilty expression, but also in a determined way. "Taosavos." He replied calmly.

Samuel's face was a picture of shock, confusion and lack of understanding. He shook his head gently as a sign that he did not understand what Saraan was saying.

"Our bioelectric field surrounding us is stronger than that of any other species, as you know." Saraan explained, "We can send out a strong electric shock and keep an attacker at bay. But we can also use it to communicate our feelings to someone else."

"Communicate?" Samuel's voice was still subtly filled with excitement and uncertainty.

"Sharing emotions using our bioelectricity." Saraan saw that Samuel couldn't quite make out what he meant and smiled softly. "It's hard to explain, and when words can no longer describe what you feel, then..."

Samuel felt fear inside himself and so he stiffened a little, even wanted to retreat, which Saraan did not miss at all. So he stopped and did not come any closer to the elf at first.

"Please, let me show you. Do not be afraid."

Saraan seemed so serious and at the same time he seemed to be overcome with insecurity as he slowly reached out a hand and placed it on Samuel's chest. Astonishment and insecurity crept into the elf's inner being on quiet soles. Saraan sensed that he would probably have to grab Samuel at any moment, as the power of emotion would surely overtake him like a horde of eirochs, thundering and stomping across the plains of Kadara.

"I-I don't know, Saraan." Samuel, said in a slightly tremulous way, actually took a step back and looked at the angara, a look that revealed that deep, deep inside he feared what was coming.

It had something to do with very deep emotions and he was afraid of it. Damn, that had just been really intense and he didn't want to.... he didn't want to lose control. Saraan knew that.

"You, of all people, have trouble understanding this because you hide and suppress your feelings so much." The professor, who had so often had the opportunity to read in the other one, reasoned.

Samuel hesitated with an answer, then lowered his eyes and began to recite. "Show no emotions, feel no pain. They cloud your mind. Never hesitate, the other has chosen his path, you need to follow yours.” He whispered.

Another dogma which Thantos taught him, which he followed himself, which described the path of the adept and assassin he was. He was a human, living the religion, culture and assassination traditions of the drell, paired with fragments of the ancient Japanese way of life, still young and not so serious like his master, somehow existing in both worlds.

Saraan looked at the man in front of him who had suffered as much pain in his life as he had, maybe more, and who had not yet defeated his worst enemy and would never defeat him: himself. For emotions were his enemy. He wanted, he had to show him his affection. Maybe it would change him? Maybe it would help them both.

"You suffer. Always. The nightmares are a manifestation of your suffering." Saraan spoke calmly. Samuel just nodded.

Now Saraan caught up with him and put his hands on Samuel's shoulders, who lifted his gaze. Insecurity, even fear, lay within.

“Actually it is something very beautiful. You are...the first creature I have met that has such fear of emotions."

Saraan pulled him into his arms and pressed him gently against his chest. Samuel let it happen, what eased Saraan so much that he exhaled softly.

"Taosavos...is..." a whisper of the ocean deep, gentle, slightly distorted, exotic voice, a whisper that went over into the void, because what now followed made voice and word meaningless.

A warm storm came up and brought with it exactly what Samuel had just experienced in that fleeting moment of terror. He wanted to flee, stay, fight, surrender, didn't know what to do, felt helpless and only Saraan's body gave him stability, while the storm was raging, taking Samuel with it, into the highest heights, into the deepest abysses, making him stagger, suffocate, dizzy. Colors, whose names he did not know, buzzed inside him, twitched through his head, warmth and a deep, intimate tingling filled his entire body. Never, never had he felt such a thing and never would he have thought it possible that he would feel something like it.

He never noticed how he had clung tightly into Saraan's fabric top, how he trembled, how he panted heavily and finally embraced the angara, put his head against the broad chest, feeling Saraan hold him tight, who stayed still and gently transferred his bioelectricity into the other one's body, which was the medium to communicate his feelings.

"Sometimes even words can’t describe what we feel. So we share our feelings in our taosavos. This. This is...what I feel when you are with me. And when you are far from me." Saraan whispered in a somewhat brittle way and gently stroked the back of the elf.

Samuel suddenly gasped and tears welled up in his closed eyes, soon ran down his cheeks, while a smile of redemption, of pain and bliss shimmered on his lips.