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It can't speak the new bird's "language" but they can be taught to understand each other.
"Period"?
That defines the problem with language. We speak the same language, but you use differant words from me. I say full stop, you say period. And neither term is better or "wrong" but if I didn't know American terms, I would be very confused right now.
That defines the problem with language. We speak the same language, but you use differant words from me. I say full stop, you say period. And neither term is better or "wrong" but if I didn't know American terms, I would be very confused right now.
But animals don't need tuition in their languages. They just know them.
True, but remember how animals never get taught their native calls - a dog that has never been with another dog still growls, barks and yaps the same as any other and it means the same things.
Except the Basenji. They can't bark.
Except the Basenji. They can't bark.
Is that Old English? It looks more Norse to me.
The phenomena of languages is changing even today. Take terms like "twerk" or "lol" into consideration - these were unknown ten or so years ago. At the same time, words like "ye", "verily" and even "henge" have vanished from modern syntax.
Yet, despite our vast knowledge and advanced social dynamics, we have some of the worst communication skills when compared to animals. In Wolf, a growl means "Go away", regardless of what country it's from. And most animals understand it, too. Owls have about five different calls, all of which mean differant things, yet they all understand each other without being taught.
Even now, I can hear two birds calling to each other - they know what they're saying, as will every other bird in the species. But I don't know, and if you started talking to me in a foriegn language, I wouldn't know what you were saying.
We have so much that animals don't have, yet they can communicate better.
And it's all down to one thing - association. Dogs learn tricks because they are given treats. They associate the treat with the word "sit" and the action of sitting down. Thus, they see a pattern - word "sit" plus sitting down equals treat.
In the same way, we associate words with their meanings. We don't need treats - well, most of us don't - to learn new words, but if I said "I'm making a cake. Would you like a slice?" then every word in that sentence is analysed and assigned an association by the subconcious part of the brain. You roughly translate it into "The source - HazmatLyra - is going to create a sweet-tasting pastry and is offering me a part of said pastry"
If you were told a cake was, say, a diamond from a young age, you would call a cake a diamond. You'd give people bits of birthday diamond, have a huge diamond at your wedding and have a habit of snacking on diamond. At least, that's what your brain thinks, because it associates the sweet taste of the cake with the image of a cake and associates them with the word diamond.
So yeah, language is weird. :)
The phenomena of languages is changing even today. Take terms like "twerk" or "lol" into consideration - these were unknown ten or so years ago. At the same time, words like "ye", "verily" and even "henge" have vanished from modern syntax.
Yet, despite our vast knowledge and advanced social dynamics, we have some of the worst communication skills when compared to animals. In Wolf, a growl means "Go away", regardless of what country it's from. And most animals understand it, too. Owls have about five different calls, all of which mean differant things, yet they all understand each other without being taught.
Even now, I can hear two birds calling to each other - they know what they're saying, as will every other bird in the species. But I don't know, and if you started talking to me in a foriegn language, I wouldn't know what you were saying.
We have so much that animals don't have, yet they can communicate better.
And it's all down to one thing - association. Dogs learn tricks because they are given treats. They associate the treat with the word "sit" and the action of sitting down. Thus, they see a pattern - word "sit" plus sitting down equals treat.
In the same way, we associate words with their meanings. We don't need treats - well, most of us don't - to learn new words, but if I said "I'm making a cake. Would you like a slice?" then every word in that sentence is analysed and assigned an association by the subconcious part of the brain. You roughly translate it into "The source - HazmatLyra - is going to create a sweet-tasting pastry and is offering me a part of said pastry"
If you were told a cake was, say, a diamond from a young age, you would call a cake a diamond. You'd give people bits of birthday diamond, have a huge diamond at your wedding and have a habit of snacking on diamond. At least, that's what your brain thinks, because it associates the sweet taste of the cake with the image of a cake and associates them with the word diamond.
So yeah, language is weird. :)
Damn. Sorry, Wernher, yes you can. I'll just add you to the list
This part of the post is more controversial. Enjoy.
Meet Brutus. He's a Brute from the well-known game Assassin's Creed. In my Medieval thread, I somewhat stupidly tried to use him as an argument for the disadvantages of Plate Armour.
However, I recently noticed a few things about Brutus.
- I tried to say that Plate Armour makes one inagile. I used a Brute's inability to free-run as proof.
However, in one of the missions, one can see a Brute on a rooftop. He couldn't have got there without free-running. Also, the far more agile-looking Seekers cannot free run, even if they are disarmed or wielding a sword. Therefore, I believe Brutes stay on the ground to await Ezio's fall, rather than chase him up - completely different to the "They don't because they can't" argument I tried to claim earlier.
- I said Plate Armour made one slow - I used Brutus' slow attack and movement speed as proof.
However, when disarmed or carrying a shorter weapon than normal (as they spawn with two-handed, heavy weapons) they attack at the same speed as a normal guard and run at the same speed as well. This contradicted my argument entirely.
- I said they were bulky and heavy - manouverability would be severely hampered.
However, as bulky as Brutus may seem, he isn't actually much bigger than a normal guard. On one of the few unarmoured parts of Brutus, one can see that the armour barely adds anything to his mass. The answer lies in his large pauldrons - Impressive and intimidating, adding serious bulk to the otherwise normal-sized armour. Great for a city guard like Brutus, who prefers intimidation over combat. Not so good for a knight, who wouldn't put the bulky pads on his armour. A derp by me.
So in short, what i'm trying to say is - the Brutes were actually a fair representation of men in plate armour. Tough, loyal and no less agile than a more lightly armoured soldier, they represented the best the city guard could offer. They were also rare, as plate armour was expensive, so it was only given to the best - like the Brutes, who were the toughest foes one would face in AC2 and second only to the infamous Papal Guard of ACB.
I'd also like to apoligise for my earlier ignorance and for any issues this post stirs up. And I swear, I'll stop using video games as a source from now on.
This part of the post is more controversial. Enjoy.
Meet Brutus. He's a Brute from the well-known game Assassin's Creed. In my Medieval thread, I somewhat stupidly tried to use him as an argument for the disadvantages of Plate Armour.
However, I recently noticed a few things about Brutus.
- I tried to say that Plate Armour makes one inagile. I used a Brute's inability to free-run as proof.
However, in one of the missions, one can see a Brute on a rooftop. He couldn't have got there without free-running. Also, the far more agile-looking Seekers cannot free run, even if they are disarmed or wielding a sword. Therefore, I believe Brutes stay on the ground to await Ezio's fall, rather than chase him up - completely different to the "They don't because they can't" argument I tried to claim earlier.
- I said Plate Armour made one slow - I used Brutus' slow attack and movement speed as proof.
However, when disarmed or carrying a shorter weapon than normal (as they spawn with two-handed, heavy weapons) they attack at the same speed as a normal guard and run at the same speed as well. This contradicted my argument entirely.
- I said they were bulky and heavy - manouverability would be severely hampered.
However, as bulky as Brutus may seem, he isn't actually much bigger than a normal guard. On one of the few unarmoured parts of Brutus, one can see that the armour barely adds anything to his mass. The answer lies in his large pauldrons - Impressive and intimidating, adding serious bulk to the otherwise normal-sized armour. Great for a city guard like Brutus, who prefers intimidation over combat. Not so good for a knight, who wouldn't put the bulky pads on his armour. A derp by me.
So in short, what i'm trying to say is - the Brutes were actually a fair representation of men in plate armour. Tough, loyal and no less agile than a more lightly armoured soldier, they represented the best the city guard could offer. They were also rare, as plate armour was expensive, so it was only given to the best - like the Brutes, who were the toughest foes one would face in AC2 and second only to the infamous Papal Guard of ACB.
I'd also like to apoligise for my earlier ignorance and for any issues this post stirs up. And I swear, I'll stop using video games as a source from now on.
The roar, despite it's weakness, and the manouvering of the ballista was enough to make the two guards instinctively draw their weapons. Several nearby Warriors did the same thing.
"Drop the bow, Fomorii!" the blonde one yelped, his axe held high, ready to bring it down in a moments notice.
"Ballista" the bearded one corrected, his own scimitar held in a more defensive posture. Then, in a more soothing tone he said "We do not wish to fight you. This is your only chance to walk away - alive. If we fight, one of us won't. Ask yourself, friend - will the gods smile on me today?"
The commotion caught the Captains attention. He rushed over to the standoff, his short captain's cloak blowing impressively behind him. Whilst he had never met any of the Fomorii, part of his training was a negotiator. Now seemed like the right time to practice those skills.
"Stand down, lads! Sheathe your weapons!"
The guards did so, however slowly and reluctantly.
"Fomorii" the captain adressed the enraged Nephilim directly "Weapon. Down"
To illustrate his point, the captain removed his scabbard from his hip and put in on the ground, then stepped away from it.
One of the guards tried to protest, but was swiftly silenced by his fellow soldiers. Their eyes turned to the snarling devil, awaiting it's next move.
"I'm not going to hurt you" the guard with the Succubus reassured, swiftly sheathing his scimitar. She was in a bad way, and needed help. Fast.
Thinking about the injury on her abdomen, he pulled his flask from his hip. He was no healer, but he knew that open wounds needed to be cleansed - there was no point in fixing the poor girl up for her to succumb to disease later.
The soldier acted quickly. Tearing a strand of cloth from his sleeve, he opened the flask and poured the water onto the wound. When about half the flask was used, he handed the rest to the Succubus and signalled her to drink. Then, he started wrapping the makeshift cloth around the gash, praying it would do until they got to a proper healer.
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you"
The female soldier ignored the calls of the Nephilim or the yelling of the other guards. Instead, she offered her hand to the cowering demon, with compassion in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She looked genuinely warm and friendly, with little malice about her.
"Drop the bow, Fomorii!" the blonde one yelped, his axe held high, ready to bring it down in a moments notice.
"Ballista" the bearded one corrected, his own scimitar held in a more defensive posture. Then, in a more soothing tone he said "We do not wish to fight you. This is your only chance to walk away - alive. If we fight, one of us won't. Ask yourself, friend - will the gods smile on me today?"
The commotion caught the Captains attention. He rushed over to the standoff, his short captain's cloak blowing impressively behind him. Whilst he had never met any of the Fomorii, part of his training was a negotiator. Now seemed like the right time to practice those skills.
"Stand down, lads! Sheathe your weapons!"
The guards did so, however slowly and reluctantly.
"Fomorii" the captain adressed the enraged Nephilim directly "Weapon. Down"
To illustrate his point, the captain removed his scabbard from his hip and put in on the ground, then stepped away from it.
One of the guards tried to protest, but was swiftly silenced by his fellow soldiers. Their eyes turned to the snarling devil, awaiting it's next move.
"I'm not going to hurt you" the guard with the Succubus reassured, swiftly sheathing his scimitar. She was in a bad way, and needed help. Fast.
Thinking about the injury on her abdomen, he pulled his flask from his hip. He was no healer, but he knew that open wounds needed to be cleansed - there was no point in fixing the poor girl up for her to succumb to disease later.
The soldier acted quickly. Tearing a strand of cloth from his sleeve, he opened the flask and poured the water onto the wound. When about half the flask was used, he handed the rest to the Succubus and signalled her to drink. Then, he started wrapping the makeshift cloth around the gash, praying it would do until they got to a proper healer.
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you"
The female soldier ignored the calls of the Nephilim or the yelling of the other guards. Instead, she offered her hand to the cowering demon, with compassion in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She looked genuinely warm and friendly, with little malice about her.
There are no slaves in Naqah...
Darkraven said
Posted again. Hoping that the rest will get approved soon. Though I think Isbis is probably going to turn into an NPC.
EDIT: Oh and by the way, for your information, most Daemonrexa are grey-skinned, with a minority red. And they do come in wide shades of those colours.
EDIT2: Oh, and by the way, if you don't like the idea of Naqah explorers getting shipwrecked amongst Daemonrexa and turning Daemonrexiacs, I can remove it. I'm thinking that some survivors chose to stay and a few chose to leave, and that's how the Naqah got to know about demons from the east. :D
Probably. It's been, what, 5 days since greenleafe last posted?
Sorry, I'll edit that
No, that's fine. Naqar are crap sailors because they rarely sail, so it makes sense.
Posted! Finally...
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