Worldbuilding Wednesday 8/24/22: Nymphs and Satyrs III (Narnia XLII)

Artwork by Sveta Dorosheva

Now we get to the fun part of this series of posts — the names!

Lewis very kindly supplied a number of names for his major and minor faun characters, and they all ended with -us.

  • Dumnus
  • Girbius
  • Mentius
  • Nausus
  • Nimienus
  • Obentinus
  • Orruns
  • Oscuns
  • Tumnus
  • Urnus
  • Voltinus
  • Voluns

Going by this, we can assume all faun names ended with -us.

Rather than randomgen names I did research and found actual satyr characters from Greek and Roman myth. The names that ended in -us, I’ll assign to the fauns. I didn’t find any of Lewis’s names in there , so I can guess he made them up himself.

As for the satyrs, Staggle was the only one mentioned by name, and that was in The Last Battle where he is one of the Narnian beings collaborating with the Calormenes.  In British slang, staggle means “the awkward exchange that occurs when two people who are walking towards each other move in the same direction to get out of each other’s way” and, since the other members of that group are  Ginger the Cat, Slinkey the Fox, and Shift the Ape, we can deduce they were named such to broadcast their sneakiness or shifty nature in some way, which is appropriate. I know it seems like Ginger shouldn’t be part of the group, but Lewis makes his disdain for redheads known in several places in the Chronicles, and Ginger is indeed British slang for a redhead.

But, respectfully Mr. Lewis, I’m going to ignore Staggle as a possible name for a satyr, which, being a Greek creature, would have had a Greek-sounding name like a faun.  So, I posit that satyrs have Greekish names that end in -os  to differentiate them from fauns, with some names ending with -bacchos to remind the reader they are followers of Bacchus (note that Bacchus is the Roman name of the god; I know I am mixing Greek and Roman names here, but so did Lewis.) As for Staggle, let’s say it was his nickname and his actual name was Stagglios.

 

Faun and Satyrs

Fauns

Astraeus

Dromus

Hybrisus

Lycus

Melosus

Napaeus

Oestrus

Orthus

Petraeus

Pherus

Pithus

Poemus

Pylanus

Scirtus

Simus

Thiasus

Tyrbus

Valthus

Zarus

Satyrs

Babacchos

Briacchos

Dithyrambos

Genmos

Gorgoneios

Hedymelos

Hedyoinos

Hypsiceros

Iobacchos

Lenobos

Oreimachos

Pelasgos

Pherespondos

Phlegros

Promnos

Telconaros

Terponos

Zacharos

Zaubacchos

Diana and Her Nymphs Surprised by Satyrs, by Peter Paul Rubens. The original is in The Prado, and you can zoom in on it, here!

Rather than randomgen dryad and nymph names, I looked up some lesser-known names from Greek myth.  The dryad list fell short, so I stuffed it out with the names of nymphs whose class was not mentioned in the tale.

 

Dryads and Naiads

Dryads

Araea

Atlanteia

Brettia

Brisa

Byblis

Chryse

Chrysopeleia

Cirrha

Clymene

Dryope

Erato

Harmonia

Idaea

Karya

Lampetia

Laodice

Melanippe

Melia

Morea

Phaethusa

Psalacantha

Ptelea

Pyronia

Semestra

Sosaea

Syke

Tithorea

Naiads

Aganippe

Arethusa

Argiope

Caliadne

Chalcis

Cleochareia

Cleone

Deino

Euboea

Eupheme

Harpina

Hyperia

Liriope

Maera

Melaena

Myrtoessa

Neda

Nomia

Peirene

Philia

Philodice

Polyxo

Prosymna

Psanis

Strophia

Synallaxis

Zeuxippe

 

Charn Kee

I thought the strange pool in The Wood Between the Worlds would take me back to Charn, but I landed here instead!

Worldbuilding Wednesday 8/17/22: Nymphs and Satyrs II (Narnia XLI)

Pan, J. Allen St. John

In this post I’ll talk about how Lewis wrote his  fauns and satyrs, which are not the most child-friendly of mythological beasts. Are you ready? Because everything you think you know about them is wrong.

First of all, the original satyrs of Greek myth did not have goat legs, horns, and tails. Those were attributes of the god Pan, who later became conflated with the  satyr. Ancient satyrs had horse’s tails and ears, and sometimes legs. Their hair was like a long like horses’ mane and so were their beards, and they had bestial faces with rounded, snubbed noses. In Greek art they were depicted naked, with huge erections. “Party hearty” was their anthem. They enjoyed music, dancing, and copious amounts of wine and were always on the prowl for pretty nymphs or human women. Today, this characteristic persists in the term satyriasis, used to describe a man who is oversexed. In spite of this, satyrs were also the keepers of hidden wisdom. Like the nymphs, they were nature spirits, but comical, bawdy ones.  Their archetype was the Trickster.

Over time, as the Greek civilization reached the Hellenistic era, satyrs began to change, some depictions taking on Pan’s goat horns, ears, tail, and legs, while others portrayed satyrs as more humanlike, with only their pointed ears, wild hair, and upturned noses marking them as satyrs. The original horse-tailed, horse-legged being was preserved in Silenus, a minor nature deity who was the tutor of Dionysus, and, like the satyrs, had an appetite for partying, drinking, and general lechery. Silenus makes an appearance in Prince Caspian, minus the lechery of course.

[…] the man on the donkey, who was old and enormously fat, began calling out at once, “Refreshments! Time for refreshments,” and falling off his donkey and being bundled on to it again by the others, while the donkey was under the impression that the whole thing was a circus, and tried to give a display of walking on its hind legs.

Lewis doesn’t mention Silenus has a horse’s tail, but he is adhering to later depictions of the god, in which he is bald and fat and has to be carried around on a donkey because he is too drunk to walk.

Fauns, on the other hand, came out of Roman mythology, which was influenced by the Greek, and both, in turn, by some elder Indo-European prototype lost to time. Unlike satyrs fauns were always goat-legged, horned, pointy-eared beings cavorting in remote places, dancing and playing their pipes. They were shyer than satyrs and didn’t have their ribald reputation. Often they were quite helpful to humans. The meeting of Lucy and Mr. Tumness at the beginning of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe recalls, in fact, the Greek fable “The Faun and the Traveler,” though Tumnus doesn’t turn on Lucy for blowing hot then cold with the same breath.

In the 20th century, the two were more or less interchangeable; yet Lewis makes it very clear, in the Chronicles, that there are both satyrs and fauns. Fauns are described in detail, while the only clue we have about satyrs is that they are “red as foxes” and, by the only one ever mentioned by name (Wraggle, in The Last Battle) they follow different naming conventions than fauns, who all have Greek-sounding names.  Still, did Lewis mean the original horse-tailed, horse-legged reveler, or the post-Renaissance one which was more innocent, pastoral, and goatlike?

One possible clue may be found in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, in which Mr. Tumnus expresses his fear of Jadis: “She’ll have my tail cut off, and my horns sawn off, and my beard plucked out, and she’ll wave her wand over my beautiful cloven hoofs and turn them into horrid solid hoofs like a wretched horse’s.”

Solid hooves like those of a horsey satyr, perhaps?

However Lewis meant things, I still get the feeling that the two names really mean the same goat-footed, goat-horned diminutive elfin being, and that Lewis was just varying the names to avoid repetition and keep the reader on their toes.

My headcanon?

Satyrs and fauns are variations of the same creature, like chimpanzees and bonobos. Satyrs are larger, man-sized, with reddish hair, and large curved horns like those of a wild goat or ibex. They have the short, stubby tail of a goat.

Fauns are smaller, under five foot, with curly black hair on their legs, a more delicate build, light but ruddy-toned skin, and the short horns of a domestic goat. Their tails are long with a tuft on the end, as in Pauline Baynes’ illustration of Tumnus. This is NOT zoologically correct, by the way; goats have short, stubby tails, not the whiplike lion-like ones that Baynes depicts on Mr. Tumnus, which made for memorable visuals but is more in line with popular culture depictions of Satan.  In their leisure time Fauns were more likely to play music and dance with the dryads, as Lewis often depicts.

Lewis didn’t say what satyrs did for fun, but in myth, they were followers of Dionysus/Bacchus.  Five of them were found petrified together at the White Witch’s castle, so we can guess they were a raiding party who tried to attack her and were stoned. I’d say they had a more warlike component than Fauns.

Lewis does not mention female fauns or female satyrs in the Chronicles, unlike his “living trees” (dryads) and his river nymphs who had their river-gods. Then again, he doesn’t mention they’re male, either, though all the named fauns are male. Still, there must be female members of the species, as young satyrs are mentioned in the closing paragraphs of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Mr. Tumnus has a father and so, presumably, a mother.

Classical artists began to depict female fauns and satyrs in the 16th century.

Female Faun by the Water by Alexander Rothaug

Female Satyr, Annibale Carraci

One thing satyrs were NOT was the odd-looking goat hybrid thing in the Disney Prince Caspian movie, which looks like a servant of the devil. It has a conventional satyr body, but a goat head. No creature like this existed in Greek or Roman mythology, which Lewis, though he nipped and tucked it a bit, was careful about sticking to.

And of course, there was no whiff of sexual improprieties from any of his goat-footed creations.

Jadis 2022: Artificial Intelligence

This post is dedicated to Janelle Shane, who sparked my interest in AI learning.

 

Now we’ll move out of the realm of the human artist and look at what art-creating AI engines can come up with. These engines work with a text prompt like “Fox in a field of flowers” or “Volcano erupting over Los Angeles.”  For my prompt I used “Evil queen of an ancient empire with long black hair.”  Because that, to me, is the essence of what Jadis is.

This first rendition is from Nightcafe.com.

This looks like Hawaii to me, perhaps an interpretation of Honolulu’s towers reflected in a quiet ocean. Something is burning (Charn?) and Jadis is regal in a purple cape, though she also appears to be a cyclops, and is melting into a pair of gray stone buttocks.

This one is from is from  Craiyon.com, formerly  Dall-E (Salvador Dali, get it?) Mini.

Craiyon generates nine different scenes from the same text prompt, arranged Brady-Bunch style. The one above was the most interesting of the first batch. The render is rough, but compositionally it’s good. Jadis has long black hair and red slits in her black velvet gown, and she poses defiantly leaning on her right elbow while her body makes a three-quarter turn. Her face looks evil yet glamorous. Unfortunately she also has an extra set of hands, one at her left hip while the other appears to be holding a dagger, which wasn’t in the text but an element the AI filled in on its own!

The more specific prompt “Jadis, Queen of Charn” generated the set of nine below, in wildly differing styles as all the artworks with those words were searched and blended.

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The top center and center ones are pretty good for an AI.

A search a day later produced even finer creations as the AI engine “learned” to satisfy the same prompt. These two were the best.

The left one looks almost perfect — that is, created by an actual human — save for some wonkiness with the Queen’s eyes and jawline and the vague tangle of goldwork that is her crown. Likewise for the one on the right, in which she has a black eye, an abrasion near the corner of her mouth, and blood trickling from her right nostril for some reason. Perhaps because she was “beaten” by Aslan?

Craiyon has a forum so users can share their often hilarious creations. The site is a work in progress and is likely to continue changing in the future.

Click to see larger. This must be seen in all its glory.

Jadis as interpreted by Starry AI. You’ll need a Google or Apple account to use it online, and it’s also available as an app. This site gives you a beginning choice of the Altair or Orion engines, the first dreamlike and abstract, the second “unreal reality” in the engine’s own words. In addition the app offers 37 artistic styles ranging from Rococo to Thomas Kinkade. I chose “National Geographic” for my girl. The art is generated in multiple layers, so you can actually witness the AI’s visual mind chugging away.

So, in this awesome pic we have an ancient empire, in ruins and burning as appropriate for Charn. But Jadis herself is growing out of a rock. Her face is smudged from the fire and quite pudgy, and she is wall-eyed with either a fat lower lip, or is sticking her tongue out. Well, they say great evil is reflected, eventually, on the face.

But what’s interesting is that the AI interpreted “with long black hair” as a flowing mane of long black hair that is actually standing beside her like a companion. This too is growing out of rock, has its own golden crown, and is turning sulphur-yellow at the tips. Note also the random non-English characters to the left of Jadis’s head, which seem to be explaining the scene as if in a magazine.

(An important key to using all of these sites is to consider what the original images might be titled and what words might be in that title — which is also a basic principle of SEO optimization. For example, it’s more likely a picture of a lion would include the words “Lion” or “Felis Leo” than the phrase “a large golden-brown cat with a mane living in Africa” which is something a crossword puzzle writer would use.)

Dream by Wombo works a lot like Starry AI does, giving the user a choice of styles and also requiring a Google or Apple account. “Jadis, Queen of Charn” using the “Fantasy Art” style netted the following image.

The AI did Charn correctly, to my eyes: a never-ending city towering into the sky and climbing down into the valleys, though the style is more Pablo Picasso in his Cubist period than Michael Whelan. But Jadis, even giving she has giant blood, is more than giant-sized… she’s kaiju-sized, towering over her city in a flowing gown. She’s also bald and looks more than a little geriatric. Perhaps as the AI learns it will get the picture more correct.

Replicate.com offers art generation for the geekiest of the geeks. It’s not as user-friendly as Nightcafe or Starry AI, but it does offer a bevy of models, allows download of the programs, and lets you write your own coding, if you’re inclined. One of the generating models is Erlich, which generates “a logo with text” though in truth it can be any kind of graphic image with text, such as a book cover or cereal box. Here’s four examples of art from the prompt “Jadis, Queen of Charn.”

Instead of a logo, here we have what might be rough renditions — thumbnails, we call them in graphic design world — of book covers or box lids of role-playing games. Erlich did a smash-up job with the exotic costumes of the top pics. The one on the left is a hybrid of Tibetan priest and goldfish, and the right, Samurai and Scythian warrior.  Erlich had problems with the name Jadis, however. The -is at the end is correct, but not the d in the middle, and in the lower left pic, the hook of the J.

The real surprise, however, is the pic at the lower right. It’s been modeled on a MAGIC: The Gathering card!

Another engine on the Replicate site is Pixray, an image generator. It created these images from the text prompt “Jadis, Queen of Charn” using two different art styles.


The woman at the top resembles a nightmarish caricature of Anna Wintour, while the second makes me think of Ursula K. LeGuin with an oversized head.

I don’t think AI will replace human artists any time soon. But for generating thumbnails and rough ideas, they are already there.

A Child of Charn, Part 2 [Narnia Fanfic]

Part 1 is here

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A Child of Charn (cont.)

 

“Come,” Anthen said, taking her arm and leading her out of the crowd. “The rest is just more of the same. It’s best if you don’t witness it.”

There is more, Saffla thought numbly. More slaves, more creatures, more chariots and drummers and cruelties. She hadn’t realized before how keyed up she was. Anthen steered her down a deserted side street.

Every door and window had been shuttered. Was it to avoid that siren call?

“Did Princess Jadis really make them give themselves up?” Saffla stammered.

“Perhaps,” Anthen said matter-of-factly. “But all of them have that power. Sometimes they like to use it. They are cruel and capricious. Never forget that.”

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Worldbuilding Wednesday 8/10/22: Nymphs and Satyrs I (Narnia XL)

Les Oreades by William Adolphe Bouguereau

Les Oreades, 1901, by William Adolphe Bouguereau. I’m sure it was skillfully rendered naked female flesh that interested clients more than the mythological content, which was just an excuse to paint it.

This is another of those posts that is informational rather than a set of randomly generated names.

Say “mythological creatures” and “Narnia” and most people even with a passing knowledge of the series are likely to think of dryads, naiads, satyrs and fauns. (And centaurs, but for this post I’m going to stick with fauns and nymphs, of which dryads and naiads are but two members.)

Lewis took inspiration for his dryads and naiads from the mythology of Ancient Greece, where nymphs were considered nature spirits, tied to a specific location or specific type of location. In this they are similar to the Japanese concept of kami, a place or thing that has such imposing or aesthetic qualities it is literally alive. Nymphs take the form of comely maidens and came in a variety of flavors. They were not immortal like the Greek gods, nor did they have special powers. What they did have was, via their youth and beauty, an all-access pass to the doings of the greater deities, from hunting with Artemis to getting drunk with Pan.

Lewis styled his dryads after specific kinds of trees: birches, elms, oaks, ashes, hollies, willows, and rowans, the appearance and behavior of each dryad referencing the tree in some way. There are males and females both. Though both dryads and hamadryads are mentioned in the text Narnian dryads are more like hamadryads in that the dryad *is* the tree, she or he doesn’t just live there. Chop that tree down, and the dryad dies. Lewis was never consistent with his terminology, so what are clearly dryads/hamadryads are also referred to as a wood nymphs, tree people, silvans, or simply trees.

In reality, the word dryad meant, in Ancient Greek, an oak tree nymph only. Other types of tree nymphs had their own names: Daphnaie were laurel trees, Epimelides fruit trees, Leuces poplars, and Meliae, ash trees. All looked like humans, no green hair or snapping off parts of their bodies for tinder as Lewis depicts in Prince Caspian.

Naiads in Narnia, like those of the Greek myths, were tied to fresh water: rivers, streams, wells. They are not mentioned in the Chronicles as much as the dryads are and did not receive as vivid of a description. Like the dryads they had a male counterpart, called a river-god. These male naiads are different from the river-god deities of the Greeks, the Potamoi, who appeared as man-headed bulls or a bull-headed man with a serpentine, fish-finned lower body. (It’s interesting to note that in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe a man-headed bull is mentioned as being one of Aslan’s followers.) At the end of The Magician’s Nephew, the daughters of King Frank and Queen Helen are mentioned as marrying river-gods, thus giving rise to the human population of Narnia, so I think it’s safe to assume Lewis’ river-gods did not have any disquieting bull or fish parts. Like the dryads, he also called his naiads river-nymphs and just plain nymphs.

Here’s a list of all the types of nymphs that could be included in Narnia. Only the ones tied to a general nature or landscape element are here, not the ones associated with a particular Greek location. Because Greece ain’t Narnia, right?

 

Types of Nymphs

Alseids

Anthousai

Auloniads

Crinaeae

Daphnaie

Dryads

Eleionomae

Epimelides

Haliae

Hecaterides

Hesperides

Hyades

Leimakides

Lampads

Lenai

Leuces

Limnades

Maenads

Meliae

Melissae

Mimallones

Naiads

Nereids

Oceanids

Oreads

Pegaeae

Pegasides

Potamides

Thriae

Glens and groves

Flowers

Mountain pastures and valleys

Fountains and wells

Laurel trees

Trees  (General term)

Freshwater marshes, wetlands

Fruit trees

Seashore

Rustic dance

Evening and sunset

Rain

Meadows

The Underworld

The winepress

Poplars

Lakes

Wine, revelry, followers of Bacchus

Ash trees

Honey

Music

Bodies of fresh water (General term)

Seas

Oceans

Mountains

Freshwater springs

Wells and springs

Rivers and streams

Bees

A word about the marvelous painting above. It’s by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, dating from 1901, a few years before he died. Bouguereau was old-school Academic painter, dependent on showing paintings at the annual Salon de Paris to collect clients and sell his work. The standards of the Salon were rigidly Classical, described, with some derision, by an art teacher of mine as “a bunch of nymphs and satyrs running around” and not inclined to embrace newfangled art movement of Impressionism. Of course, Impressionism had the last laugh, and artists like Bouguereau had their masterpieces languish for decades.

Anyway, Les Oreades, or The Mountain Nymphs, with its three dozen pink, weightless, vaguely lesbian party girls, was perhaps the apex of the old Classicism which was soon to be swept away… delightful, silly, cheesy fun. I can’t say the same of  Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.

Next week I’ll look at satyrs and fauns.

Jadis 2022: Nadir

Sometimes Jadis can’t catch a break. Take this artist’s depiction for a Portugese language version of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Not only is she dressed in a sackcloth shift, but she’s a hag, with pointy nose, deep frown lines, and gray hair. Well, actually all of her is grayish-blue. She’s staring intently at something out of the picture’s range, and frowning. What is it? Not a clue.

Not a clue either who the red-haired, freckle-faced moppet is supposed to be. He’s standing outside the witch’s picture frame, and therefore outside of the action, in a very modern t-shirt and jeans. He too is staring, but at the viewer in the challenging way children on the covers of books published in the 1970s seem to do.  If he’s supposed to be Edmund, he’s all wrong.

Not fond of this Jadis either who’s wearing a very oversized man’s fur-collared jacket. She’s also got elf ears and appears to have thinning hair on top.

Okay, this artist’s skill is on the amateur side, but that’s just part of the problem. Why on earth (or Charn) would Jadis have dressed like a peacock? It’s just out of character.

This stage version of the White Witch clearly suffers from oxygen deprival. She’s turning blue. Plus the makeup artist felt she needed painted-on collarbones for some reason.

Artwork by Maxim Mitrofanov

This is the worst Jadis I’ve come across. Out of context it’s cute. The woman’s oversized crown and dainty shoe, the flying insect people wearing boots, and the dwarf’s gnomish mask-hat all speak to a sort of Russian sense of fairy-tale whimsy (where the art originated.) But it’s NOT Jadis, and it’s NOT Narnia. There were no stocking-hatted insect fairies attacking Jadis in that scene from LWW, for one thing.  Not only that, the palette is all wrong, Christmas reds and greens against ochre grass and an overcast sky. You might see that in Russia, but not in the book where it’s emphasized the land is thawing and the grass turning green.

A Child of Charn, Part 1 [Narnia Fanfic]

 

How bad was the Empire of Charn? Very, very, very bad.

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A Child of Charn

 

Her mother had told her not to go, but she wanted to see it.

Saffla, a common farmers’ daughter of House Tricklewater, Goodworks Farming District Precinct VII of Sadelnon Province — which once, eons ago, had been the city-state of Kurm before the magicians of Charn invaded it, ransacked it, and razed it to the ground —  pattered through the fields between hillocks of freshly planted rice. The sky rumbled, signaling a storm to come. The air was close and humid, the red-orange sun tinting the clouds. Every morning Saffla’s mother and father prayed together to ensure the sun’s continued life. Hundreds of centuries ago, they said, the sun had been bright yellow, giving off a pure, clear light. But with time even good things decayed, like unharvested crops, and only the earnest faith of the common people kept the sun in good health.

The Royal House of Charn said otherwise. They said their magic was what kept the sun from dying. Their enemies claimed the Royal House’s magic was, in fact, responsible for the sun’s decay, draining the sun’s fire and vitality through its profligate use.  Saffla kept no opinion on the matter. All she knew were the green fields, the seasons of planting and harvest, and the high wall of dull stone that enclosed her, and them.

Outside the wall was Charn. The city was everywhere, in every direction: north, south, east and west, climbing the hills and mountains like sunrise, nosing into the valleys like a hound. There was no point in Saffla contemplating a life away from the rice paddies. Everywhere was the same.

Other farmer’s children, like her, were hurrying to see the spectacle. It was the first time in a generation a Gifting was to pass by Precinct VII on its way to Charn-the-Center. (Everywhere was Charn, and thus nowhere; so the term was used to refer to the palace and temple complexes of its dense, rotten heart. Saffla, a true being of her world, did not think of it as such, having nothing more wholesome to compare it to. Like the red-gold sun, it simply was.) She should have nodded at them to be friendly, but to do so would call attention to herself. One of them might tell her mother how she had stolen away from her work.

She finally reached the end of the paddies and hopped the short fence that separated them from drier land. A boulder was nearby where she sat to put on her shoes, which had been tied together by the laces and banging around her neck as she ran. On her small, plump legs she wore leather greaves for protection from the cold water and its leeches, and over them, one of her favorite tunics embroidered with blue flax flowers. The sun peered out from the clouds and a fire rainbow formed, transcending the gold and ivory mansions, the tall palms and cycads, that staircased up the hills, places she would never go to unless she got lucky and married into a household there.

But she was no great beauty. She was completely ordinary and likely as not to die where she has been born, here, in these fields.

Which was why she would see the Gifting procession, just this once.

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