I recently came across the efforts to revive the Cornish language and preserve Cornish Celtic traditions, and while reading about Cornish folklore I discovered the legend of Jan Tregeagle.

I found the story fascinating, especially how he has become a restless supernatural figure tied to the Cornish landscape.

Inspired by the legend, I wrote a short scene for one of my science-fantasy stories. I tried to keep Tregeagle recognisable while imagining how the old myths might survive thousands of years into the future.

One of the lines I would like Tregeagle to say is:

"Thou hast found it easy to bring me from the grave, but thou wilt not find it so easy to put me away."

I know machine translation for Cornish is still quite limited, but an online translator gave me this:

"Yth esov vy ow kelwel dhis y fydh gans an fos ow tos dhyworth an bedh, mes nyns y fydh kenwel dhis y fydh gans ow wul owth omdhiswul."

Would anyone be willing to tell me whether this sounds natural in modern Cornish, or suggest a better translation?

If possible, I'd also love to know how it would be pronounced. I'd like to make a short narrated video of the scene one day, and I'd much rather get it right than simply rely on machine translation.

Many thanks in advance. I'm really enjoying learning about Cornish folklore, and I appreciate any help.

EDIT: June 29th, 2026
One more thing I'd like to say.

I've loved Celtic legends and folklore since I was a child, and Jan Tregeagle has fascinated me for a long time. My goal isn't simply to borrow the legend for a fantasy story, but to adapt it respectfully into my own fictional universe while preserving its spirit.

The feedback I've received here has already changed how I'm writing this scene. I was originally imagining something much more supernatural and spectacular, but I'm now leaning towards a quieter, more unsettling atmosphere. I think that makes Jan feel much more like a legend than just another fantasy character.

Whatever I finally decide for the video, I'd much rather use English than include spoken Cornish that sounds unnatural or incorrect. If, however, someone from the Cornish community would enjoy recording the sentence for me, I'd be honoured to use it and, of course, credit them.

Thank you all for the advice and encouragement. It's genuinely helping shape the story.

Edit (July 1st, 2026):

I have now received an official translation from the Cornwall Council's Culture Team.

Many thanks to Cornwall Council / Konsel Kernow and to everyone here who offered advice, corrections, pronunciation resources and encouragement. The feedback has genuinely influenced how I'm writing this scene.

The official translation I will now use is:

Ty re gavas y vos es dhe’m kerghes dhyworth an bedh, mes ny gevydh mar es dhe’m gorra dhe-ves.

Thank you all once again. Meur ras!

I recently came across the efforts to revive the Cornish language and preserve Cornish Celtic traditions, and while reading about Cornish folklore I discovered the legend of Jan Tregeagle.

I found the story fascinating, especially how he has become a restless supernatural figure tied to the Cornish landscape.

Inspired by the legend, I wrote a short scene for one of my science-fantasy stories. I tried to keep Tregeagle recognisable while imagining how the old myths might survive thousands of years into the future.

I'd love to hear what people familiar with Cornish folklore think.

A small cabin near the coast of Bodmin, west of Northern City...

The family had spent all their savings to buy a reinforced fisher's cottage surrounded by grey-green-blue waters, hoping to live independently from the megacorporations. It even had its own solar power generation and a reverse-osmosis water purification system supplied by Lionheart Enterprises.

Five entropic demons, resembling giant crimson caterpillars, clawed at the walls of the house.

The creatures were moments away from breaking through one of the reinforced windows when the temperature suddenly dropped.

The mist thickened.

Frost spread across the synthetic floorboards.

One light went out.

Then another.

Only then...

The figure appeared.

A strange, ethereal man dressed like an ancient lawyer, or perhaps a tax collector.

"HO!!!" the ghostly entity roared.

The monstrous creatures froze before the eerie apparition.

Then he spoke in a preternatural howl:

"Yth esov vy ow kelwel dhis y fydh gans an fos ow tos dhyworth an bedh, mes nyns y fydh kenwel dhis y fydh gans ow wul owth omdhiswul."

Even though no one present understood the ancient words, every soul inside the cottage understood their meaning:

"Thou hast found it easy to bring me from the grave, but thou wilt not find it so easy to put me away."

The aliens felt fear, not of physical danger, but of something far older and far more terrifying.

"Praised be Tregeagle!" the father shouted.

__________

What do you think?

Ps. I used an online translator for the words in Cornish. I also sent an email to the Cornwall official website to see if they could help me with the translation.

I recently came across the efforts to revive the Cornish language and preserve Cornish Celtic traditions, and while reading about Cornish folklore I discovered the legend of Jan Tregeagle.

I found the story fascinating, especially how he has become a restless supernatural figure tied to the Cornish landscape.

Inspired by the legend, I wrote a short scene for one of my science-fantasy stories. I tried to keep Tregeagle recognisable while imagining how the old myths might survive thousands of years into the future.

I'd love to hear what people familiar with Cornish folklore think.

A small cabin near the coast of Bodmin, west of Northern City...

The family had spent all their savings to buy a reinforced fisher's cottage surrounded by grey-green-blue waters, hoping to live independently from the megacorporations. It even had its own solar power generation and a reverse-osmosis water purification system supplied by Lionheart Enterprises.

Five entropic demons, resembling giant crimson caterpillars, clawed at the walls of the house.

The creatures were moments away from breaking through one of the reinforced windows when the temperature suddenly dropped.

The mist thickened.

Frost spread across the synthetic floorboards.

One light went out.

Then another.

Only then...

The figure appeared.

A strange, ethereal man dressed like an ancient lawyer, or perhaps a tax collector.

"HO!!!" the ghostly entity roared.

The monstrous creatures froze before the eerie apparition.

Then he spoke in a preternatural howl:

"Yth esov vy ow kelwel dhis y fydh gans an fos ow tos dhyworth an bedh, mes nyns y fydh kenwel dhis y fydh gans ow wul owth omdhiswul."

Even though no one present understood the ancient words, every soul inside the cottage understood their meaning:

"Thou hast found it easy to bring me from the grave, but thou wilt not find it so easy to put me away."

The aliens felt fear, not of physical danger, but of something far older and far more terrifying.

"Praised be Tregeagle!" the father shouted.

__________

What do you think?

Ps. I used an online translator for the words in Cornish. I also sent an email to the Cornwall official website to see if they could help me with the translation.

I recently came across the efforts to revive the Cornish language and preserve Cornish Celtic traditions, and while reading about Cornish folklore I discovered the legend of Jan Tregeagle.

I found the story fascinating, especially how he has become a restless supernatural figure tied to the Cornish landscape.

Inspired by the legend, I wrote a short scene for one of my science-fantasy stories. I tried to keep Tregeagle recognisable while imagining how the old myths might survive thousands of years into the future.

I'd love to hear what people familiar with Cornish folklore think.

A small cabin near the coast of Bodmin, west of Northern City...

The family had spent all their savings to buy a reinforced fisher's cottage surrounded by grey-green-blue waters, hoping to live independently from the megacorporations. It even had its own solar power generation and a reverse-osmosis water purification system supplied by Lionheart Enterprises.

Five entropic demons, resembling giant crimson caterpillars, clawed at the walls of the house.

The creatures were moments away from breaking through one of the reinforced windows when the temperature suddenly dropped.

The mist thickened.

Frost spread across the synthetic floorboards.

One light went out.

Then another.

Only then...

The figure appeared.

A strange, ethereal man dressed like an ancient lawyer, or perhaps a tax collector.

"HO!!!" the ghostly entity roared.

The monstrous creatures froze before the eerie apparition.

Then he spoke in a preternatural howl:

"Yth esov vy ow kelwel dhis y fydh gans an fos ow tos dhyworth an bedh, mes nyns y fydh kenwel dhis y fydh gans ow wul owth omdhiswul."

Even though no one present understood the ancient words, every soul inside the cottage understood their meaning:

"Thou hast found it easy to bring me from the grave, but thou wilt not find it so easy to put me away."

The aliens felt fear—not of physical danger, but of something far older and far more terrifying.

"Praised be Tregeagle!" the father shouted.

__________

What do you think?

Ps. I used an online translator for the words in Cornish. I also sent an email to the Cornwall official website to see if they could help me with the translation.

Here in southern Spain, we celebrate La Noche de San Juan (St. John's Eve) on the night of June 23rd–24th.

Although it is now associated with St. John the Baptist, many of the traditions seem much older and are connected to pre-Christian solstice celebrations.

Bonfires are still central to the festival. Historically, fire was associated with purification, protection, fertility, and helping the sun maintain its strength after reaching its peak at the summer solstice.

People gather around large fires, spend the night outdoors, and in many places there are traditions involving the sea, wishes, or symbolic acts of renewal.

Spain has many regional variations, but some of the strongest celebrations survive in coastal areas and regions with Celtic heritage.

I'm curious:

--> What summer solstice or midsummer traditions exist where you live? <--

Have any old pagan, Celtic, Germanic, Slavic, Baltic, or local customs survived into modern celebrations?

One of the concepts I wanted to explore in The Anchor of Eternalia is that Bard Resonance does not immediately change reality.

It changes perception first.

When Fazza Briskyfingers begins singing, her innate Bard Resonance is amplified through the technomantic Deepsong Engine, an artifact built from principles nobody fully understands anymore.

The result is not traditional magic.

It is resonance.

People begin seeing, feeling, and remembering things that belong to other eras, other myths, and sometimes other versions of reality itself.

During performances, audiences may experience fragments of ancient memory.

During battles, Resonance strengthens allies while distorting the perception of enemies.

A goblin berserker is no longer just a goblin berserker.

He becomes something far more terrifying.

A Draugar.

An undead revenant emerging from the Deep Roads.

Likewise, my cheerful pink-haired gnome Bard, Fazza, may appear to enemies not as a musician, but as something far older and far more frightening:

A Banshee with pink hair.

Corridors seem larger.

Shadows move differently.

Grenades appear to hunt their targets.

Reality bends around fear, memory, and expectation.

And that made me realize something.

Some characters deserve two lore cards.

The normal version.

And the Resonance version.

The first shows who they really are.

The second shows who they become in the minds of those facing them.

For example:

Reality

GRANK
Berserker
Night Guard

Always goes for the biggest one.

Enjoys manual labour, such as tearing monsters apart with his bare hands.

Resonance

GRANK THE UNDYING
Undead Berserker

The Last Thing You See.

Breaker of Shield Walls.

The Green-Eyed Revenant.

Same character.

Different perception.

And in Eternalia, perception has a habit of becoming reality.

One of the concepts I wanted to explore in The Anchor of Eternalia is that Bard Resonance does not immediately change reality.

It changes perception first.

When Fazza Briskyfingers begins singing, her innate Bard Resonance is amplified through the technomantic Deepsong Engine, an artifact built from principles nobody fully understands anymore.

The result is not traditional magic.

It is resonance.

People begin seeing, feeling, and remembering things that belong to other eras, other myths, and sometimes other versions of reality itself.

During performances, audiences may experience fragments of ancient memory.

During battles, Resonance strengthens allies while distorting the perception of enemies.

A goblin berserker is no longer just a goblin berserker.

He becomes something far more terrifying.

A Draugar.

An undead revenant emerging from the Deep Roads.

Likewise, my cheerful pink-haired gnome Bard, Fazza, may appear to enemies not as a musician, but as something far older and far more frightening:

A Banshee with pink hair.

Corridors seem larger.

Shadows move differently.

Grenades appear to hunt their targets.

Reality bends around fear, memory, and expectation.

And that made me realize something.

Some characters deserve two lore cards.

The normal version.

And the Resonance version.

The first shows who they really are.

The second shows who they become in the minds of those facing them.

For example:

Reality

GRANK
Berserker
Night Guard

Always goes for the biggest one.

Enjoys manual labour, such as tearing monsters apart with his bare hands.

Resonance

GRANK THE UNDYING
Undead Berserker

The Last Thing You See.

Breaker of Shield Walls.

The Green-Eyed Revenant.

Same character.

Different perception.

And in Eternalia, perception has a habit of becoming reality.

If I should not post videos like this here, maybe once a month... please let me know it. Just sharing some experiences in the Celt world.

I loved this song 20 years ago, and I still do today.

Alasdair Mac Colla — warrior, leader, legend.

The song itself feels like a bard's tale: a battle song telling of Alasdair's deeds and the destruction of Aberdeen. It has that rare quality of being both powerful and joyful. Something you can listen to... and something you should probably dance to.

Although this is a Scottish song, it always reminds me of my time in Westport, Co. Mayo, Ireland.

There was an incredible pub there. I was told it belonged to a member of Capercaillie, the band performing this song. The atmosphere was unlike anywhere else I have been. Traditional Irish folk music was played there regularly, and it felt like stepping into another world for an evening.

I enjoyed it back then, but honestly, I think I would appreciate it even more today.

Lore music for worldbuilding of the Anchor of Eternalia.

-The Anchor of Eternalia | Mythological Cyberpunk Lore-
[FREE PORT NEWS]

KEEPERS HACK SERPENS QUARTERLY FINANCIAL REPORT

Live transmission interrupted with the message:

“Live Not By Lies.”

Authorities investigating source of breach.

[NORTHERN NEWS]

TERRORISTS DISRUPT SERPENS CONSORTIUM QUARTERLY STABILITY REPORT

Sovereign Executive Lucien Serpens calls for perpetrators to be brought to justice.

Serpens security divisions assisting authorities with the investigation.

_____________________

Ps. I actually created a video of that. 😄

CONTEXT:
The world news broadcasts are an essential part of my worldbuilding project, Eternalia, a Celtic and Norse mythological cyberpunk setting.

Rather than using exposition, I often use fictional news reports, propaganda broadcasts, hacked transmissions, and corporate statements to reveal information about the world. They help show how megacorporations manipulate public perception, how different factions view the same events, and how ordinary citizens experience the larger conflicts happening around them.

This particular broadcast comes from a recurring faction called The Keepers, an underground resistance movement whose motto is “Live Not By Lies.” They frequently hijack corporate networks to expose hidden information and challenge the official narratives promoted by the major corporations.

The goal is not only to provide lore, but also to make the setting feel alive by showing how information itself becomes a battlefield in a cyberpunk society.

On the Matter of F Names Within Clan Briskyfingers

THE “F” RULE

For over three thousand years, the Briskyfingers gnome clans have reserved first names beginning with the letter F for individuals believed destined for either greatness… or catastrophe.

The criteria remain inconsistent.

Among accepted reasons:

• exceptional bloodline achievements,
• unusual intelligence,
• “dangerous potential,”
• or, according to several elders: “the newborn simply looked like an F.”

Historical F-Briskyfingers include:

• Fizbo Briskyfingers (Fiz) — inventor of gunpowder.
• Frederik “Founder Fred” Briskyfingers — helped backstab Samael the Great Necromancer.
• Fazza Briskyfingers (Faz / Fazzy) — weaponized Wormfang bioforms.
• Flinn Briskyfingers (Fli) — attempted dimensional mirror weaponization.

The Flinn Incident remains classified following:
the disappearance of three districts, one wedding hall, and Flinn himself.

Requests for F-designation remain rare.

Expectations are considered… hazardous.

I am working on a fantasy setting inspired partly by Celtic mythology.

In my worldbuilding, Scáthach and Morrigan have a slightly different relationship than in traditional mythology. That's intentional for the setting, so consider it poetic license rather than an attempt to rewrite mythology.

I'm creating an actual song for the project and would love feedback from people who know Irish language, mythology, or folk traditions.

The song is mostly in English, but I'd like the chorus to be in Irish.

Current draft:

Scátha! Scátha!

Iníon na Morrígna!

Scátha! Scátha!

Treoraigh sinn anocht!

Does this sound natural?

Would there be a more authentic or poetic way to express the same idea?

I am working on a fantasy setting inspired partly by Celtic mythology.

In my worldbuilding, Scáthach and Morrigan have a slightly different relationship than in traditional mythology. That's intentional for the setting, so consider it poetic license rather than an attempt to rewrite mythology.

I'm creating an actual song for the project and would love feedback from people who know Irish language, mythology, or folk traditions.

The song is mostly in English, but I'd like the chorus to be in Irish.

Current draft:

Scátha! Scátha!

Iníon na Morrígna!

Scátha! Scátha!

Treoraigh sinn anocht!

Does this sound natural?

Would there be a more authentic or poetic way to express the same idea?

THE DEEPSONG ENGINE

Guitar. Harp. Violin.

Or perhaps none of those.

The Deepsong Engine intended to be just a musical instrument.

It was built from forgotten principles nobody fully understands anymore, using fragments of ancient technology buried beneath the world long before corporations, nations, or modern history existed.

In the hands of most people, it is simply a strange device.

In the hands of a true Bard, it becomes something else.

A resonance amplifier.

A machine capable of turning emotions, memory, instinct, and music into something that can influence reality itself.

Its creator, Toby Rustbranch, never intended any of that.

He simply wanted to build something special for his daughter Fazzy.

Instead, he may have unknowingly recreated a fragment of a lost age.

An age when songs could awaken forgotten bloodlines, stir ancient memories, and make legends feel real again.

Cyberpunk megacorporations.

Ancient gods buried beneath history.

Technology nobody understands.

Music that was never supposed to survive.

The Bard is rising.

He wasn't chosen because he was strong. He was chosen because he refused to quit. | 80s Rock Character Theme

The Anchor of Eternalia - Mythological Celtic / Norse Cyberpunk
Part of the Universe of Legends of Eternalia
By Alejandro Munilla