Stealing the tiger-eye

[kalle]

Not the average chunk of quartz. This medallion is psychoanaleptic, which someone I know requires. The medallion was owned by a doctor. He hide the crystal to keep it secret, to keep it safe. But the location was discovered by using the psychometrics and some other divination. I travelled to the crypt where the crystal was hidden for to recover it, but I meet stronger resisting forces than I expected. The doctor (killed by the monster dym) leave behind great forces of protection, and I had the rival or two.

The adventure started safely. I passed through the anteroom. The walls covered with the diaglyphs, which I thought depict some kind of anthropomancy: intestines pulled from the slit in the belly of the victim by the assistant at the time the priest divinates from the intestinal coil within a pentagram on the floor.

When I stepped beyond the diaglyphs, beyond the anteroom, the temperature significantly dropped. My thermometer registered the delta temperature tiny bit over 11 degrees Centigrade. I went into cryanathesia mode while the condensation of my breath swirled in my flashlight's light, and pressed deeper into the darkness.

[Ron Caliburn]

Care to translate the scienceese inta English?

[kalle]

Ron, hi,

Sorry me, please, I thought I write English! I not able to access my dictionary at the current moment.

[Ron Caliburn]

English is one thing - but common English is another.

You have a lot of very technical terms that most of us haven't come across before.

[Shadowstalker]

You are doing fine with your english, it is rather you need to simplify your statements, for those who are a not as up on the science lingo.
Truth is I need a translation on a few of the comments there myself?

[kalle]

Sorry me, I not know whow to filter the lingo.

[Shadowstalker]

I think you are going to want to work on that with somebody. So as to head off some headaches, namely yours, and the person you are trying to explain something to.
Just a friendly suggestion.

[KonThaak]

Not the average chunk of quartz. This medallion is psychoanaleptic, which someone I know requires.

Couldn't find "psychoanaleptic"...

The medallion was owned by a doctor. He hide the crystal to keep it secret, to keep it safe. But the location was discovered by using the psychometrics and some other divination.

Psychometry as a psychological field is the application of tests, for measurements of intelligence, aptitude, personality, and other variables. As a "psychic power", it's an ability some people have to pick up an object, and tell things like what I mentioned about its previous (or current) owner.

I travelled to the crypt where the crystal was hidden for to recover it, but I meet stronger resisting forces than I expected. The doctor (killed by the monster dym) leave behind great forces of protection, and I had the rival or two.

The adventure started safely. I passed through the anteroom. The walls covered with the diaglyphs, which I thought depict some kind of anthropomancy: intestines pulled from the slit in the belly of the victim by the assistant at the time the priest divinates from the intestinal coil within a pentagram on the floor.

When I stepped beyond the diaglyphs, beyond the anteroom, the temperature significantly dropped. My thermometer registered the delta temperature tiny bit over 11 degrees Centigrade. I went into cryanathesia mode while the condensation of my breath swirled in my flashlight's light, and pressed deeper into the darkness.

I couldn't find "diaglyphs", but judging from context, I'd assume they're probably like hieroglyphs or some other pictoglyphs.

cryanesthesia: the loss of sensation or perception of cold. (cut straight from dictionary.com)

When I was studying Japanese, I knew several people who had this problem... It would seem that a lot of this problem results, at least in part, because other cultures have words for things that commonly happen to them (such as the loss of the ability to feel cold in Russia). When one is trying to translate what one is saying into a foreign language, they tend to look for the easiest way to translate into that language; oftentimes they take the shortest translation possible. If there's a single word that apparently confers what you're trying to say, why draw it out?

English is ranked as one of the most difficult languages in the world, due to our egregiously oversized vocabulary, to the point that we need a thesaurus. No other language has the kind of vocab that we have, so when foreigners try to translate what they're saying into English, problems such as this one arise.

Kalle, by no means am I slighting or insulting your English... I'm just trying to explain to those here where, likely, the difficulty is arising. Please, continue.

[Kei Nakamura]

Please continue to post in this manner Kalle, I find the paper to be fascinating, perhaps we could work on some research projects together.

[Logos]

Thanks, Kei, I guess that settles it, then. If we want to understand what Kalle's saying, we'll just have to go through medical school. We could also get a medical dictionary, but this is some tough stuff to reference.

[Holister]

WHAT? Is she even speaking English? She lost me after her intro.

[Ron Caliburn]

She is, but she's speaking the Academieese dialaect.

Don't translate so well ta Redneckian.

[kalle]

KonThaak, hi,

Couldn't find "psychoanaleptic"...

Stimulates and restores mental function.

Psychometry as a psychological field is the application of tests, for measurements of intelligence, aptitude, personality, and other variables. As a "psychic power", it's an ability some people have to pick up an object, and tell things like what I mentioned about its previous (or current) owner.

Exactly.

I couldn't find "diaglyphs", but judging from context, I'd assume they're probably like hieroglyphs or some other pictoglyphs.

intaglio

cryanesthesia: the loss of sensation or perception of cold. (cut straight from dictionary.com)

Many psychics have the ability. How it is named in English?

[kalle]

She is, but she's speaking the Academieese dialaect.

Don't translate so well ta Redneckian.

Ron, hi,

I am not familiar with these dialects.

[kalle]

Please continue to post in this manner Kalle, I find the paper to be fascinating, perhaps we could work on some research projects together.

Kei, hi,

Ok, the current contract about to expire. We can talk.

[Ron Caliburn]

Hi kalle,

I doubt you would be familiar with them.

To put it simply, the academics and the masses both speak english, but use entirely different portions of the vocabulary.

Folks like Ben and myself would count as the masses.

[kalle]

Ron, hi,

The academics and the hoi polloi rarely understand the other.

Fascinating that I think of myself as one from the hoi polloi.

[Ron Caliburn]

Well your english vocabulary is very academic.

[kalle]

The crypt had multiple levels. I arrived at the stairs and turned up the audiosensitivity of my hearing aid and paid attention to the lower level. I heard the bipedal footsteps, but they were going away from me, at the normal pace.

I staked out the crypt for days. Anything inside considered the hostile force according to ROE. I reached for the WP grenade, but then I heard a grenade bouncing--the thrower was far from my position, or stupid; otherwise would allow the grenade to cook longer before throwing. I telekinetically pushed it back down the corridor. I threw my own WP grenade down the corridor, too. After detonation I charged. The scream stopped at the second I appeared. The sword in my right hand sliced through the charred remains of the stumbling humanoid and the sword in my left hand pierced the chest. It fell to the floor with most of the outer layers of tissue falling off from the impact as ash.

[Natasha]

Whoa Katya!

[Logos]

Willie Petes? That's some nasty stuff. Remind me not to cross you! Bert, is your next camp going to have training on explosives? If so, I'll be sure to be there.

[Natasha]

Boom Boom Bert?

(hey, laughter good medicine)

[Koralth]

Laughter is some of the best medicine, Natasha.

[Bert_the_Turtle]

Probably. Although probably only safe handling and transport again. I don't have time to go into all the intricacies of useage in only a few days time.


And Natasha, yes it it.

[kalle]

Logos, hi,

Do you desire specific training? I think breaching charges and grenade throwing are essential in the skillset.

[Logos]

Well, I was in a short course on how to handle smoke grenades, but never used this knowledge on the field. Are frag or WP grenades pretty much the same as smoke grenades? Also, where can I find these rare commodities?

[kalle]

Logos, hi,

Basically the same. Make sure to respect the blast radius. Some consider the WP a chemical weapon. Getting some may prove difficult as a result. I guard my source closely because I fight zombies and mummies majority of the time. They the very effective weapon against these monsters.

I think Ron can give the direction where to buy.

[kalle]

If it was the zombie (it was) I decided to properly bury after the job. Some activity forward from me, coming my way. I put the swords away and throw two more WP grenades, take the swords, and wait for detonation.

I entered the room, the floodlight of my flashlight subtending several degrees provided good coverage of the room. I began to swing my swords, attacking, parrying, dodging against the two zombies that survived the WP, but not by much. My favourite technique of decapitation and piercing the chest worked good for me as I give them the coup de grace one by one.

Then there across the room I see the tiger eye medallion in the glass box.

The doctor must have made the better defense. It was necessary to ponder for a minute my next move.

[kalle]

I telekinetically nudged the box with the medallion. There appeared something in the puff of smoke. My light illuminated the therianthropic monster. It was tall: 3 meters. Its skin was dark brown. Its lower body was of the goat, the upper of the human; however, it had antlers as the male African kudu. The monster seemed born from fire. It radiated heat. My WP probably would be ineffective, I thought. I put away the swords, grabbed the WP grenade, and the monster felt nothing. I grabbed the pineapple grenade, pulled out the safety, released the clip, counted to two, and then I threw it hard at the monster. Before detonation, I run out from the room. I grabbed another from the pineapple grenades. Same thing. I heard the monster wailing in pain. The grenades were effective.

I brought my submachinegun up to the shoulder, leaned around the corner, and made several double taps against the monster. The bullets finding their new home somewhere inside the monster. As I double tap the monster, it casts the fireball at me. I went behind the corner again, I went down on the ground. I bend my upper body out again, more double taps. I went behind the corner again, it was necessary to reload. First, another pineapple grenade. It was necessary to make damage faster than the monster could heal. Actually, I not knew if it was healing for very sure, but I know many monsters heal.

I retreated a bit more. This would pinch the monster into the narrow hallway, which makes engagement much easier. As I run down the corridor I hear the sound of the fireball. I made it to the previous room just as the fireball went by. I switched off my flashlight, and then I rolled the last three pineapple grenades down the corridor.

[kalle]

The heat radiating from the monster was not scortching but it was enough to give the monster the visible glow. I leaned out into the corridor again and shoot all the bullets from the magazine. I monster staggered, and fell. I dropped the magazine from the weapon and loaded the fresh magazine. For to conserve the ammunition, I released the submachinegun and took out the swords. Its glow from the monster was fading away; at this time I almost could not see the monster as it lay on the ground. I leaped on its back, I slammed one sword through its neck and the other sword through its lower back. The monster released one groan before dying. The body went immediately cold before turning into the slime and almost immediately evaporating.

I went back to collect the tiger-eye. I picked it up, but there was something wrong. It was not the tiger-eye I wanted. The one I wanted was shaped like the tear drop. This one was the sphere. There was no more passage in the crypt; I was at the end of the line. Must be the hidden passage, I thought. So I began the search for it.