INKTOBER DAY 18 (MOON): Belanqah Levanah is a disgraceful, high-ranking official on the Bavel Macrostructure’s Linguistic Imperialism Division, where she represents the moon. She supervises lunar mining and selects the best bricks to build the Tower of Bavel.
Levanah hates dirt and wishes to “make everything white” in her incandescent glow. Because she is so obsessed with cleanliness, she burns frankincense to purify the air and takes constant baths. Her baths are her favorite time to play the harp and eat leben sponge cake with citrus zest.
While she prefers to bathe in bleach, her Nefil heritage keeps her durable skin undamaged and pale ivory. She hates wearing clothes out of fear that she’ll stain them.
For all her whitewashed cleanliness, Levanah’s inner being hosts a villainous spirit. She fears neither men nor gods, and her haughtiness makes her the most undignified among Bavel’s dignitaries. Her only friends are the corpses of bonefish who fell victim to her bleach powers.
Besides that, her moon abilities empower her to reduce her gravity, strike people with lunacy and control tidal floods.
Levanah’s powers come from the לבן shoresh root and broader family, governing the moon, whiteness, bricks, frankincense, cleanliness, pollution, floods, baths, foolishness, harps and more.
INKTOBER DAY 17 (COLLIDE): Behind his BBL News studio desk, the Ace Anchorman is a pitchman, spinning for the vicious Bavel Macrostructure and its fascist tyranny.
But in his off hours, he delivers at the pitcher’s mound for the Bavel Tyrants. Because he acts above the rules, his go-to strategy is his Breaking News Ball, perfect for oppressing opponents’ skulls. And his confrontational style drives him to collide into base stealers the way he tackles shoe-leather reporting: cleats first.
Combine his lifestyle with his Nefil heritage, and it’s no surprise that the Ace Anchorman has an ego that won’t tolerate criticism. Only *he* gets to ask the hard-hitting questions, followed by hard-hitting fastballs.
The Ace Anchorman gets his power from the נגש shoresh root’s family, which governs pitching, news anchors, collisions, oppression, tyrants, criticism and questioning.
INKTOBER DAY 16 (COMPASS): Ba’al Tzafon is a distant relative of the Bavel Macrostructure dictator, Beli Ya’al. Representing the North Wind, he naturally hails from a hidden, shadowy land in the distant arctic. But he recently moved to Bavel City to join the villainous cult of Yetzer Ra’.
Tzafon is like Santa Claus with a literally broken moral compass. That compass helps Tzafon seek out encrypted letters in the Aural Grid and makes him a master of speech act ciphers. His half-Ruaḥ/half-Ba’al heritage also lets him disperse in the air and become invisible.
While riding on his neighing steed, Tzafon gives his “treasures” — wrapped exploding gifts — to the Nice, or sometimes he scatters or conceals the gifts for ambushes. He also pulverizes the Naughty with his spring-activated warhead sledgehammer.
Tzafon is based on the צפן shoresh root and broader family, which deals with the north, compasses, treasures, wrapping, turbans, sledgehammers, explosions, distribution, scattering, concealing, ciphers, concealing, neighing and more.
INKTOBER DAY 15 (HELMET): When you have to look imposing yet dapper for that special event, the most dashing haberdasheries recommend the Ceremonial Ritual Helmet!
This heavily adorned piece of military regalia is worn by Holy Tongue Society members as well as ‘Ivrit Revival Movement troops, though usually in parades, pageants and other public celebrations, not during the thick of battle. The helmet imbues wearers with a certain gravitas and dignity that helps them concentrate while preparing to perform speech acts.
The Ceremonial Ritual Helmet comes from two neighboring shoresh roots with a common gematria of 169: קסדה and טקס. The first governs helmets and snails, and the second governs ceremonies, rituals, arrangements and adornments.
INKTOBER DAY 14 (TICK): The Dough Tick’s philosophy is: Fake it till you bake it!
This bitty bug gorges herself on batter, not blood. She aspires to be a baker but always comes short, mostly because no one wants to buy bread from a diseased parasite.
Regardless, she defies depression every day at sunrise to reap wheat with her malfunctioning electric reaper scythe. While holding a digest of baking recipes, she prepares a batch of dough. But when she cuts out the pieces with her pincers, she infects the batch, turning it into a shambling zombie effigy.
Since she only communicates through winking, blinking and gestures, any attempt to command them to “rise up” have so far been half-baked.
The Dough tick is powered by the קרץ shoresh root and family, which governs ticks, dough, winking, shortness, reaping, annotated digests and more.
Milhamah: Fighting Words
Feeling silenced by the world? Join the Holy Tongue Society’s linguistic warriors as they use ancient alphabet powers to fight speech stranglers, truth manglers and a rebuilt Tower of Babel. And get immersed in a story that prizes freedom, candor and fighting back against overwhelming odds.