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Mobile Command Log Re’eer
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ref: Narsh and Pfhoric
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Until now a harmless pastime, my comparative study of Narsh and Pfhoric has driven me to feign my own death to search for greater meaning in the Ranting of Robnar the Nar High Seer. I believe that Robnar was prophetic, and that he foretold of the pfhor garrisoning of Lh’owon, and its possible destruction by those who are about to come here.
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The particular passage of my fascination was recorded during an Enforcer fourth class interrogation of Robnar after his capture in the battle of Bilky-fifty four. The recording translates roughly into Pfhoric as when one of the broken nest where the yellow trees sing seems like a nebulon to a drinniol, then the wrestling of six for nine things which get you stuff will be a shoot in spring, growing under the bed boards.
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The classic translation of this prophesy is that Robnar was in fact describing the pain in his left tendrils, which had been crushed, burned, and pounded to produce his testimony. The classic interpretation calls for the “wrestling of six for nine things which get you stuff will be a shoot in spring, growing under the bed boards” to mean roughly ‘when six of my nine(there are actually 13) tendrils are ripped from my body and the pain from them is keeping me awake.’
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Mobile Command Log Re’eer
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destin: Mobile Command Log
ref: Narsh and Pfhoric
stamp: personal
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This interpretation continues by employing the rare Narsh reverse metaphor, where the first metaphorical composite is actually defined by its successor:
(the whole reads) “when six of my nine(there are actually 13) tendrils are ripped from my body and the pain from them is keeping me awake, even though I am alone and among yellow blooded whiners, I will never speak (Although gentle creatures, Drinniol are well known to enjoy crushing nebulons) because I cannot; the pain is too great.”
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Mobile Command Log Re’eer
origin: Re’eer
destin: Mobile Command Log
ref: Narsh and Pfhoric
stamp: personal
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As for the rest of my study, it will have to wait because I hear someone coming and I must not be found.
— everything above is 1:1 source · from thing-what-kicks · karnemir ↗