Letters Across the Universe (Always open. Say you read page one stuff)

Translated from high Menna

Hi Artimae.
Perhaps gardening is all you say it is. You know more. But I find it tedán. {translation: having a lack of mental stimulation because of length, or monotony} But the Dweorv would agree with you, as many of them work in the fields of grain or fruits of ground or tree.
Is a proton engine a beast on your planet? But perhaps your life teaching is correct.
Althálos. Perhaps the meaning of the name is someone who althál. Tell me if you do not understand.
I shall tell you of the tribes. You know already of the Menna. Our skin is the lightest of all the tribes. Though many of the Dweorv share our color. You know of our dexár of trade but we Menna have one more. Our greatest. It is that we have the power to medískept {translation: think deeply, ponder} more than all other tribes. If there was a great wall, an AlFen would demand entrance. A Gobé Lin would climb and jump over. A Dweorv would see that the wall was too high (the Dweorv are the shortest of the tribes). But the Menna would build a ladder. I hope this gives you understanding.
The Dweorv are the strongest of all the tribes. A grown man of them could carry a man of full height. Their strength also does not wane. They do not grow tired like other people. They have dark hair and wise faces and all live together as a large family. As I said, they grow many plants of all kinds. Some keep animals. But each work together to make a whole.
The AlFen are tall, dark, beautiful, and arrogant. They are also skilled in hearing and running. And their eyes glow sometimes. Like the eyes of a cat. They say their tribe name means… it is like a dexár but where we have a tool, they have beauty. They value beauty as highest of all things. The Menna have created things that make one beautiful to sell to the AlFen. All but the wisest will pay all one asks. Many of these sold things do not hold any truth.
The AlFen also think that those without beauty dexár are less valuable. Unsimilar to the Dweorv who say beauty is nothing without the biánim {translation: life force} of love, without which all things lack beauty. I think the Dweorv are right.
The Gobé Lin are difficult to speak of. Their Histories are not here. No one knows why. They are an odd color. A sort of grey brown that is hard to see when they hide. They are a bloody people that have a dexár of a string between eyes and hands. They are very skilled in throwing rocks or darts. It is said that they never miss. Because of their missing Histories and that they kill any tribe that comes near, we do not know much. But I doubt they were as evil in the past. Else why would Zol protect them?
Zol is the first Menna to have a great dexár. (Light and biánim as I have said.) He was also a leader of others like him, and tried to go between armies to stop war. The tribe leaders bowed to him by will only. Because of his goodness he was honored.
Arítar was a great hero. He was sired by a Prokustos {Uncertain translation. Possibly guardian, or lesser god, or demigod} and so was the strongest of all people. He went through many trials and gained much honor. He tamed a monstrous horse to be his own and even liberated a mortaled Prokustos from the Shadowlands. His years and adventures were many, and at an old age he sired descendants that still walk the world this day. There is even a new History that has just been discovered about Arítar. But I have not read it yet.
There is at least one other that has had the dexár of Darkness. His name was Karák. He was the first disciple of Zol. He chose to hold inside himself the Traprodos, Morlus. (A Trapródos is a Prokústos who chose to do evil.) He was driven off by Zol's might. But he returned to Kaspít Dodáskux when Lord Sorás was a baby to kill all those with great dexár. All died but one and Morlús was driven off until Sorás could drive him from this world in battle.
The dexír are given from above, or through blood. I do not know why I have mine.
Thank you! But I am not wise. I only know some things.
All servants are paid. But not in money. Many are given what can be given. Like a night in a house, or a meal, or a small pack of tools.
The Menna trade in all that can be sold. But whatever metal is dug from the ground or the mountains. There is a part of the tribe of Dweorv that digs in mountains for metal to trade and emerald to keep. The Menna trade with them for the metal to shape into many things. And some Menna keep herds. Sheep are the most common herd to keep. I hope you may see this creature you desire.
Vant! {translation: Good bye!}

( @vidari-is-tired-in-advance )

(Thanks!)

Translated from high Menna

What happened to you? I am worried.
I do hope you can do all the botany you desire.
I do not understand what this proton engine is, but I am content nonetheless.
The name of the island is Althalos. In Menna, 'os' means 'One who does' when it is attached to the end of a word. So 'run', 'kurexos'. {translation: runner}
All the tribes were once the same. When the Traprodis destroyed and poisoned the earth, we were given the gift of changing to survive. Each tribe leader called the wisest and decided what was good. So that is why we are different.
Arítar and Zol are both very great. We are gifted to have had them.
I do not know if the Prokustis are a species. We do not see them. They were the first creations. Servants of Theusont. {translation: Our God} They follow orders to protect us.
Od vasilm umbraskux. {translation: The Realm of shadows.} It is a terrible place. Karák is there. It is where those who become too filled with evil they forget all but themselves go. It is a place of darkness and madness and pain.
Karák was a fool. He was given all, and rejected it! And has corrupted the memory of our dexár. So there are some who fear me. They whisper that I too shall join the shadows. Sometimes… sometimes I wonder if Lord Sorás agrees. For he rarely speaks to me. And the looks he gives are never kind.
I have no things that I could give you.
But please answer quickly, for I fear for you. Loss of a home is a tragedy that seems to have come to you.

Translated from high Menna

Hi Artimae.
How is an entire city destroyed? What thing is there in your world that can do such damage. It would take Morlús himself to do something like that.
I am much glad that you get to finally meet your friend, Kaz. How exciting! Even in sadness great happiness can be found.
Many of the tribes marry in the tribe. But there are few that object to marrying outside the tribe. The AlFen believe it is wrong to do thus; because they think they are best. But even some of them have been known to marry a Menna. Lord Sorás' wife is a child between those tribes.
There are different traditions for the tribes. The Dweorv have a day of teaching and singing from the their Mahz Mulm, who is their leader in all things. She also does prayer over all her people on other occasions, as when one has past a year or marries.
The Menna do not do such things. Unless they are of Od Fridólmo. {translation: The Brothers} They sing and pray every day and rarely leave their house unless they are sent, though they care for all who come to them, and are all tribes, though most are Menna. Most Menna do not do such things. We speak of Theúsont and read the Histories.
I do not know of the other two tribes. But it is said the Gobé Lin serve a strange god of bones and cunning. But we do not know.
No one goes to The Realm of Shadows. Arítar only. But he was a great hero.
Thank you. I shall try hard to prove that I am good and that my dexár is not of evil.
You think the destruction was planned? This makes sense. How else would something take place?
Vant.

(How do you plan to have Alék give a recording of language?)

(But how does Alék give a recording as he has not the proper technology.)

(Oh I see!)

Translation from high Menna

Hello Artimae.
I understand now about your house city.
Artimae… How terrible. I desire for you safety and peace and understanding in your time of danger.
Tell Kaz that I send my greeting.
I shall answer his question. Our language is not the oldest language. Once there was only one language. But then the tribes appeared. But the language has changed. In the language I speak, high Menna (there is lower Menna, and that is more common, but those at the Kaspít Dodáskux are taught to speak high Menna) there is no sound (either written or spoken) for the first letter of Zol's name. We must use the letter of lower Menna in order to write his name. We have lost some words which is why even the teachers do not know the meaning of the name Althalos, though there are many who have possible answers.
There must be a misunderstanding. We have only one Solios. The other is Selun, the one who watches the night with his soft light. We have one celebration that all Menna celebrate. It is the celebration of harvest. There is much merriment and joy, all through the night with singing and dancing. There are also the birth vigils, but I have never been to one.
May you have could fortune in finding the real criminal.
Vant,
Alék