<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: 36 Tria, 81381 Character: Vyld'ra Osador Notes: I translated all of the Ramathian without any help - in other words, by hand. Awesome, eh? :D *RaL geek* I did do a thread with Osador before, but it went kaputz. *guilty party* So, here's hoping this one doesn't meet the same fate...</td></tr></table> Abam ev iyo uja omjaledeyot, Tanastlasei kum yvvaj tynashemd vyj abajiyma. To those who knew the Ramathian language, it sounded like an advertisement for the temple of Tanastlasei. In fact, it basically was. Word had it that some hundreds of years ago, a half-starved Fey had come up with that line in order to save himself from further poverty. It had worked, but not quite in the way he had intended; to make a long story short, he wound up being more than half-starved. However, the number of visitors to the temple had increased, if only for a little while. And quite frankly, there were still some who used that tagline to get people to come to the temple. So yes, it was an advertisement. Not that Vyld'ra Osador would know directly, of course. For one, he knew little to no Ramathian; only the words for "hello", "yes", "no", a few curse words, and the sentance, "E'n tyjji ros E pym's tgauc Ramathian." Needless to say he only ever used that sentance, (and the curse words) and he only spoke it when absolutely nessecary. Nonetheless, he only needed to hear a translation of it (being unable to read was more than a pain in the neck) to decide that perhaps he might as well pay that place a visit. So here he was, after a few days of travelling from the piers where he often stayed. He wore a simple outfit of a toga and knee-length trousers, and had an obviously full travellers' backpack slung over his shoulder. Also obvious was that he had groomed himself slightly before the visit; it looked like he had bathed before coming here (which was in fact true). As of now, he strolled through the gardens, taking in the mere beauty of the place. Here, in this world of colour, shape, sound, and smell... illiteracy didn't matter.
