Need Some Writing Help

[Hi no Seijin]

I don't want to get into too many details, so here's the gist of it.  The other night, I had a dream that inspired another book/book series.  One of the characters (so far) comes from a destroyed nation, but I'm not exactly sure what to call that nation.  So, this is where you all come in.  Which name do you think I should use?

Respectively top to bottom, the options are Japanese, Hungarian, Hungarian, and Greek for "doom."

If you're going to use the Write In option, keep it serious; just in case you didn't notice, I put this in the General Discussion board.  I would prefer it if you only posted in this thread if you use the Write In option.  If you use the Write In option, please explain your reasoning for the name you suggest I use instead of the four I provided.  If I like your name better than the four I provided, I will PM you, asking you if I can have your real name so I can give you proper credit; please don't try to use the Write In option to get yourself a bit of fame.  Only use the Write In option if you honestly think your name is better than the four I provided; I'm not making any promises that I will use your name instead of one of mine, so don't get your hopes up.

Finally, this poll will close in a fortnight (fourteen days), and the topic will then be locked.

[alical]

I chose Lebukas, just beacuse I thought it sounds the best, Balsors would be my second choice.
But please dont call it Moira. That makes me think of an old woman.

[Keaton]

Call it Moira, sounds cool.

[HylianHero92]

I second that. It's the only one that really sounds like a place to me.

[Hi no Seijin]

Just in case you care to know, Moira won, even without the votes I gathered from AIM.  For those few who voted, thank you for your input.

[Hi no Seijin]

Oh noes, necropost!

Double oh noes, double post!

But for good reason.  I need the French word for "Justice."  I'd rather not use Babel Fish or any other online translator, as it's going to be used as a name for an organization, and I would like it to be translated as such.  So if you or someone you know can translate "Justice" for me, I would greatly appreciate it.

[Pyrgusfinn]

sorry. I can't help you, and the translator on my computer is convinced that it is still justice.   

[alical]

(la) justice.
It's the same word, just looked it up in my French dictionary, it is feminine though.

[Hi no Seijin]

Okay, before I lock this again, using it as the name for an organization, it would be "La Justice"?  Or just "Justice"?

[darkphantomime]

"La Justice" sounds better for an organization then simply 'justice'.

How about picking another french word that means the same thing (or almost same thing) as justice? I mean, think of synonyms in English for Justice then work from there.

[Hi no Seijin]

Hmmm, I looked, and they all don't seem to convey what I'm looking for.  It's more of an issue of moral justice rather than ethical justice.

[darkphantomime]

"Swift Death to Evil"

Rurouni Kenshin.

[Hi no Seijin]

That sounds like copyright infringement, but I'll think about it.

Relocking for now.

[darkphantomime]

Pfft, copyright infringement means nothing when it comes to phrases from a book.

[Hi no Seijin]

Okay, so, I'm working on a free write, but I'm having a bit of trouble with capitalization issues concerning race names.  Below are a four options, each one with varying capitalizations of the races mentioned in the narrative, and I want to know what looks the most natural.  If knowing so helps, other races I would like to use include harpies and centaurs, so try to imagine them being used in a book.

Tara checked on Alecto's wounds.  They looked like they were healing fine, but it still bothered her that the Fury had not waken up yet.  What worried her more was the poison that was lingering in the wound tracks, a poison she was unfamiliar with, and hated it for its ability to block her healing alchemy.  Alecto had been lucky that the poison was only in her minor wounds; Tara had already healed the more fatal wounds.

Even with the makeshift wagon made out of stone, progress was slow, and it only became slower once the pair had entered the forest.  Tara's best hope now was for a Druid to just stumble upon them, but they often preferred the denser sections of forest.

Tara Higgins was a Human, and noted as one of the more skilled geological alchemists in the country.  She was of average height for a woman of her race, and her black hair, usually held in a ponytail with a red ribbon, fell to the middle of her back.  She had a pair of green eyes one couldn't help but to trust, but they also showed that despite her cheerful disposition she saw too much for a woman only in her mid-twenties.  When asked about her past, she became elusive about it, merely saying she had an average childhood growing up and then refusing to say anything else about it.  And when asked about her prosthetic arms, she absolutely refused to speak until the subject was changed.  The only person she ever told about her past and her arms was Alecto, and she had sworn never to repeat that information to anyone unless it was necessary.

Tara checked on Alecto's wounds.  They looked like they were healing fine, but it still bothered her that the fury had not waken up yet.  What worried her more was the poison that was lingering in the wound tracks, a poison she was unfamiliar with, and hated it for its ability to block her healing alchemy.  Alecto had been lucky that the poison was only in her minor wounds; Tara had already healed the more fatal wounds.

Even with the makeshift wagon made out of stone, progress was slow, and it only became slower once the pair had entered the forest.  Tara's best hope now was for a druid to just stumble upon them, but they often preferred the denser sections of forest.

Tara Higgins was a human, and noted as one of the more skilled geological alchemists in the country.  She was of average height for a woman of her race, and her black hair, usually held in a ponytail with a red ribbon, fell to the middle of her back.  She had a pair of green eyes one couldn't help but to trust, but they also showed that despite her cheerful disposition she saw too much for a woman only in her mid-twenties.  When asked about her past, she became elusive about it, merely saying she had an average childhood growing up and then refusing to say anything else about it.  And when asked about her prosthetic arms, she absolutely refused to speak until the subject was changed.  The only person she ever told about her past and her arms was Alecto, and she had sworn never to repeat that information to anyone unless it was necessary.

Tara checked on Alecto's wounds.  They looked like they were healing fine, but it still bothered her that the Fury had not waken up yet.  What worried her more was the poison that was lingering in the wound tracks, a poison she was unfamiliar with, and hated it for its ability to block her healing alchemy.  Alecto had been lucky that the poison was only in her minor wounds; Tara had already healed the more fatal wounds.

Even with the makeshift wagon made out of stone, progress was slow, and it only became slower once the pair had entered the forest.  Tara's best hope now was for a druid to just stumble upon them, but they often preferred the denser sections of forest.

Tara Higgins was a human, and noted as one of the more skilled geological alchemists in the country.  She was of average height for a woman of her race, and her black hair, usually held in a ponytail with a red ribbon, fell to the middle of her back.  She had a pair of green eyes one couldn't help but to trust, but they also showed that despite her cheerful disposition she saw too much for a woman only in her mid-twenties.  When asked about her past, she became elusive about it, merely saying she had an average childhood growing up and then refusing to say anything else about it.  And when asked about her prosthetic arms, she absolutely refused to speak until the subject was changed.  The only person she ever told about her past and her arms was Alecto, and she had sworn never to repeat that information to anyone unless it was necessary.

Tara checked on Alecto's wounds.  They looked like they were healing fine, but it still bothered her that the Fury had not waken up yet.  What worried her more was the poison that was lingering in the wound tracks, a poison she was unfamiliar with, and hated it for its ability to block her healing alchemy.  Alecto had been lucky that the poison was only in her minor wounds; Tara had already healed the more fatal wounds.

Even with the makeshift wagon made out of stone, progress was slow, and it only became slower once the pair had entered the forest.  Tara's best hope now was for a Druid to just stumble upon them, but they often preferred the denser sections of forest.

Tara Higgins was a human, and noted as one of the more skilled geological alchemists in the country.  She was of average height for a woman of her race, and her black hair, usually held in a ponytail with a red ribbon, fell to the middle of her back.  She had a pair of green eyes one couldn't help but to trust, but they also showed that despite her cheerful disposition she saw too much for a woman only in her mid-twenties.  When asked about her past, she became elusive about it, merely saying she had an average childhood growing up and then refusing to say anything else about it.  And when asked about her prosthetic arms, she absolutely refused to speak until the subject was changed.  The only person she ever told about her past and her arms was Alecto, and she had sworn never to repeat that information to anyone unless it was necessary.