prefix reform

acl.cool/site/writings/suaqsuese.dj

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 # Ké Suaqsuese po ké Jiao Abarahamchuaq
 
-Here's the Lord's Prayer, translated into the constructed language [Toaq](https://toaq.net).
+Here's the Lord's Prayer, translated into the constructed language [Toaq](https://toaq.net).\
+_Note that this text uses the prefix reform._
 
 {.toaq-latin}
 > Hóı ké naqpao ı̂me, jü nıe hóa súoga, jıaobo ké chua sûq ba.\
-> Ké tı̣cue sûq bï, sha ti hóq nı́ ba.\
-> Ké tı̣aojai sûq bï, juna hóq tı̂ gája nạ́sıu hao hóq tî súoga ba.\
+> Ké tıcùe sûq bï, sha ti hóq nı́ ba.\
+> Ké tıàojai sûq bï, juna hóq tı̂ gája nası́u hao hóq tî súoga ba.\
 > Do súq íme ké nam po tú chaq ba.\
-> Ruao súq ı́me nạ́sıu ruao ı́me ꝡé sạcheom cû íme hóa ba.\
-> Caq súq íme câ ꝡá aojaı ı́me báq huı búru ꝡá gıcıa bebọcheom ı́me ba.
+> Ruao súq ı́me nası́u ruao ı́me ꝡé sachèom cû íme hóa ba.\
+> Caq súq íme câ ꝡá aojaı ı́me báq huı búru ꝡá gıcıa bebochèom ı́me ba.
 
 Here it is translated more-or-less directly into English.
 

acl.cool/site/writings/umbral8.dj

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 # Umbral Gaze 8: The Death Kiss
 
-Having returned fresh out of battle to Waterdeep in the mid-afternoon, Almuth, Cleric of Eldath, seeks out the Unblinking Patrol, going corner to corner, shop to shop, asking around until he finds his answer. The joke Gottlob played earlier is hot in his mind, and he intends to ensure that the Paladin is disciplined for his indiscretion--- _nobody_ impersonates _Eldath_ and gets away unpunished! At last, Almuth finds what he's looking for: the Unblinking Patrol have their base in the lower Trades Quarter, nestled above a lovely little potions shop. Their sigil emblazons the back door: an eye and morningstar.
+Having returned fresh out of battle to Waterdeep in the mid-afternoon, Almuth, Cleric of Eldath, seeks out the Unblinking Patrol, going corner to corner, shop to shop, asking around until he finds his answer. The joke Gottlob played earlier is hot in his mind, and he intends to ensure that the Paladin is disciplined for his indiscretion--- _nobody_ impersonates _Eldath_ and gets away unpunished! At last, Almuth finds what he's looking for: the Unblinking Patrol have their base in the lower Trades Ward, nestled above a lovely little potions shop. Their sigil emblazons the back door: an eye and morningstar.
 
-A the door in question--- a sturdy, crisply-painted affair--- the Cleric knocks. A narrow sliding-port clacks open, well below his own eye-level, through which a single yellow eye peeps to greet him. A second such port lies a foot or two upward, but that one remains steadfastly shut as a gruff and slurring voice demands to know the Cleric's business. On receiving a suitable answer regarding a member of the Patrol, the eye's owner--- a swaying, bright-eyed, far-off-looking dwarf--- opens the door to herd Almuth hastily up a narrow flight of stairs and into the apartments-read-base of the Unblinking Patrol.
+At the door in question--- a sturdy, crisply-painted affair--- the Cleric knocks. A narrow sliding-port clacks open, well below his own eye-level, through which a single yellow eye peeps to greet him. A second such port lies a foot or two upward, but that one remains steadfastly shut as a gruff and slurring voice demands to know the Cleric's business. On receiving a suitable answer regarding a member of the Patrol, the eye's owner--- a swaying, red-faced, far-off-looking dwarf--- opens the door to herd Almuth hastily up a narrow flight of stairs and into the apartments-read-base of the Unblinking Patrol.
 
 The sparsely furnished main room is clean but for some piled boots and half-full bottles. A rack's worth of weapons hangs ready at one wall; at the other rests a sturdy lacquered table with chairs for ten, all empty for the moment. On toward the back, the room opens on a hallway as the rest of the headquarters disappears behind hanging curtains and oddly-angled walls on which placards of minor honors and images of former members are the only adornment. The dwarf--- Hogar, as he introduces himself, presently acting captain of the Patrol--- plops heftily into a rocking chair before he prompts the Cleric to continue, but when Almuth relates his story of Gottlob's little joke, the dwarf flies into a half-coherent rage. Members of the Unblinking Patrol get along, in general, but Hogar and Gottlob were never on terribly companionable terms. Hogar produces some parchment and a quill, which he sets on the wide arm of his rocking chair, and  an hour of ploddingly furious writing later, pages of scribbling amount to a chiding letter that the dwarf seals it in wax before handing to the Cleric--- to be delivered upon his next encounter with their mutual acquaintance.
 
 {.thematic}
 ***
 
-Some hours later, as the crescent moon rises over the city and the ocean's mists roll in to replace the light of the setting sun, Gottlob makes his way to Patrol headquarters. It's been too long since he visited, and an uneasy feeling in his gut gives the satyr an urge just to check that the pace remains in one piece. Finding that back door with its ports and knocking out a code, the paladin is promptly admitted by a pale, stern looking human man whom he greets as "Arukil". Hogar still sits in his corner and speaks up when Gottlob gives him a nod.
+Some hours later, as the crescent moon rises over the city and the ocean's mists roll in to replace the light of the setting sun, Gottlob makes his way to Patrol headquarters. It's been too long since he visited, and an uneasy feeling in his gut gives the satyr an urge just to check that the place remains in one piece. Finding that back door with its ports and knocking out a code, the paladin is promptly admitted by a pale, stern looking human man whom he greets as "Arukil". Hogar still sits in his corner and speaks up when Gottlob gives him a nod.
 
-> Hey, someone was around looking for you earlier. Something about a blasphemy or.. *hic* something..
+> Hey, someone was around looking for you earlier. Something about a blasphemy or.. _hic_ something...
 
 An eyebrow raised, Gottlob wracks his brains for a moment before it comes to him: Almuth. A quick question confirms the suspicion--- the cleric is _still_ mad about that!? Impudent priest, trying to get him fired... Gottlob makes a quick round of the premises and, satisfied that all remains intact and present, wheels furiously out of the place with _more_ unease on his mind than when he came in.
 
@@ -65,4 +65,4 @@ Having "identified" the book he recovered so surreptitiously, and knowing that t
 
 [^gice]: It's pronounced "gice", rhyming with "mice".
 
-[^beastlands]: [A good-aligned outer plane of beasts in all shapes and sizes](https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Beastlands_(plane)).
+[^beastlands]: [A good-aligned outer plane of beasts in all shapes and sizes.](https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Beastlands_%28plane%29)