wescamp-i 18n - en to en_GB translation catalogue (152 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Northern_Rebirth
en: For the people of Dwarven Doors the choice was stark: either drudge as downtrodden slaves for the orcs until the end of their brief and miserable lives, or risk all for freedom and rise up against their cruel overlords. Little did they suspect that their struggle would be the hinge of great events that might restore the Northlands to the glory they had once known.
en_GB: For the people of Dwarven Doors the choice was stark: either drudge as downtrodden slaves for the orcs until the end of their brief and miserable lives, or risk all for freedom and rise against their cruel overlords. Little did they suspect that their struggle would be the hinge of great events that might restore the Northlands to the glory they had once known.

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en: The dwarves of Knalga, cannily reckoning the gains from trade, built strong fortifications around Dwarven Doors. The people who called it home, dwarven and human alike, knew that the wealth of their city might arouse envy from afar — hence they kept their weapons sharp, and reckoned themselves well able to fight off any bandit gang or petty warlord that could arise in the thinly-settled northlands.
en_GB: The dwarves of Knalga, cannily reckoning the gains from trade, built strong fortifications around Dwarven Doors. The people who called it home, dwarven and human alike, knew that the wealth of their city might arouse envy from afar — hence they kept their weapons sharp, and reckoned themselves well able to fight off any bandit gang or petty warlord that could arise in the thinly-settled Northlands.

note: [part]
en: It was a time of doom and great deeds, of fire and blood and slaughter. The men and dwarves of the city fought valiantly. But there were always, it seemed, more orcs to replace the slain, while the defenders could find no succor. Pleas for help went unheeded in other lands, for they were far away and felt unthreatened by the orcs, and were wrapped up in their own affairs and struggles.
en_GB: It was a time of doom and great deeds, of fire and blood and slaughter. The men and dwarves of the city fought valiantly. But there were always, it seemed, more orcs to replace the slain, while the defenders could find no succour. Pleas for help went unheeded in other lands, for they were far away and felt unthreatened by the orcs, and were wrapped up in their own affairs and struggles.

note: [part]
en: After a year and a day of grim battle the city fell. Its streets ran with gore. The dwarves were pushed back into the caverns of Knalga, while the humans of Dwarven Doors who survived the sack were enslaved by the orcs. Cut off from contact with the surface, the dwarves of Knalga fought on, but knew their utter subjugation could not be averted forever.
en_GB: After a year and a day of grim battle the city fell. Its streets ran with gore. The dwarves were pushed back into the caverns of Knalga, while the humans of Dwarven Doors who survived the sack were enslaved by the orcs. Cut off from contact with the surface, the dwarves of Knalga fought on, but knew their utter subjugation could not be averted for ever.

note: [part]
en: Dark years passed; human generations grew up in slavery, and came near to forgetting that their ancestors had been free — and might have completely forgotten were it not for a fateful day in 518YW. That day that changed the lives of the people of Dwarven Doors — forever.
en_GB: Dark years passed; human generations grew up in slavery, and came near to forgetting that their ancestors had been free — and might have completely forgotten were it not for a fateful day in 518YW. That day that changed the lives of the people of Dwarven Doors — for ever.

note: [part]
en: He came charging out of the woods, his cape streaming in the breeze, his sword flashing quicker than thought, and all around him, the hated orcs fell. To his right fought an elderly mage whose deep voice boomed incantations over the clamor of the battle while the very earth shook with the power of his spells. To his left, glowing with faerie fire, was a great lord of the elves. They were followed closely and supported by a small but powerful elvish army.
en_GB: He came charging out of the woods, his cape streaming in the breeze, his sword flashing quicker than thought, and all around him, the hated orcs fell. To his right fought an elderly mage whose deep voice boomed incantations over the clamour of the battle while the very earth shook with the power of his spells. To his left, glowing with faerie fire, was a great lord of the elves. They were followed closely and supported by a small but powerful elvish army.

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en: Then one day Al’Tar, the current ‘master’ of Dwarven Doors, was attacked by a neighboring tribe of orcs. Tallin seized his moment. Using knowledge born of years of watching, listening and planning, he managed to steal a few weapons and a small amount of Al’Tar’s gold. He fled to an abandoned ruin in the forest to rally his fellow peasants.
en_GB: Then one day Al’Tar, the current ‘master’ of Dwarven Doors, was attacked by a neighbouring tribe of orcs. Tallin seized his moment. Using knowledge born of years of watching, listening and planning, he managed to steal a few weapons and a small amount of Al’Tar’s gold. He fled to an abandoned ruin in the forest to rally his fellow peasants.

note: [message]: speaker=Zlex
en: Brave words, Tallin, but if I didn't know you better I'd say you were moon-touched. These are not weapons, just pitchforks and hunting bows. We have no armor, no training. Are we supposed to beat them with bad breath and colorful language?
en_GB: Brave words, Tallin, but if I didn't know you better I'd say you were moon-touched. These are not weapons, just pitchforks and hunting bows. We have no armour, no training. Are we supposed to beat them with bad breath and colourful language?

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: But, but, but... Are you full of nothing but doubts? (<i>Sigh</i>) Yes, it will be a massacre. But would you rather live as slaves to the orcs forever?
en_GB: But, but, but... Are you full of nothing but doubts? (<i>Sigh</i>) Yes, it will be a massacre. But would you rather live as slaves to the orcs for ever?

note: [message]: speaker=Al'Tar
en: You dare greatly, you miserable excuse for an orc! How dare you step onto my land!
en_GB: You dare greatly, you miserable excuse for an orc! How dare you step on to my land!

note: [part]
en: The war council’s thoughts quickly turned to the dwarves, close allies in the past. However, nobody knew the state of things in the Knalgan tunnels. The bravest of scouts found in there the spoor of many trolls, and of creatures darker than trolls. It was even rumored that the dwarven dead from the invasion of Knalga had risen in unlife, roaming the tunnels to slay the living. Fighting through all manner of unknown monsters in the mere hope of finding surviving dwarves held but little appeal.
en_GB: The war council’s thoughts quickly turned to the dwarves, close allies in the past. However, nobody knew the state of things in the Knalgan tunnels. The bravest of scouts found in there the spoor of many trolls, and of creatures darker than trolls. It was even rumoured that the dwarven dead from the invasion of Knalga had risen in unlife, roaming the tunnels to slay the living. Fighting through all manner of unknown monsters in the mere hope of finding surviving dwarves held but little appeal.

note: [part]
en: So the matter lay, and the peasants dithered from one suggested plan of action to the next, never arriving at any conclusion. In the meantime, some help, unlooked for, arrived in the form of a small band of woodsrunners — escapees from the orcs, grown wood-wise and crafty, and in contact with larger bands of poachers and outlaws roaming the night. Embassies were sent; agreements made. A handful of experienced fighters, scarred and closemouthed, came to Dwarven Doors to find and train the most willing in their rugged fighting style.
en_GB: So the matter lay, and the peasants dithered from one suggested plan of action to the next, never arriving at any conclusion. In the meantime, some help, unlooked for, arrived in the form of a small band of woods-runners — escapees from the orcs, grown wood-wise and crafty, and in contact with larger bands of poachers and outlaws roaming the night. Embassies were sent; agreements made. A handful of experienced fighters, scarred and close-mouthed, came to Dwarven Doors to find and train the most willing in their rugged fighting style.

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en: A fortnight after their victory, the town was awakened from slumber in the dead of night by the distant booming of orcish drums. Scouts training with the nightrunners returned to cry the news that a strong orcish company was approaching. Frightened as they had never been before, the folk of Dwarven Doors looked to Tallin for guidance.
en_GB: A fortnight after their victory, the town was awakened from slumber in the dead of night by the distant booming of orcish drums. Scouts training with the night-runners returned to cry the news that a strong orcish company was approaching. Frightened as they had never been before, the folk of Dwarven Doors looked to Tallin for guidance.

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: By frying every orc, troll or skeleton I come across. Duh! Those monsters desecrated my life’s work, now I shall not rest till I send every last one of them to hell! Oh, and just between me and you, it is actually good fun — more fun anyway than sitting on your backside studying all day...
en_GB: By frying every orc, troll or skeleton I come across. Duh! Those monsters desecrated my life’s work, now I shall not rest till I send every last one of them to hell! Oh, and just between me and you, it is actually good fun — more fun, anyway, than sitting on your backside studying all day...

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: Hordes of trolls and skeletons! Where?! Let’s go burn ’em all!
en_GB: Hordes of trolls and skeletons! Where?! Let’s go and burn ’em all!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: whisper^Is it safe to have this lunatic with us?
en_GB: Is it safe to have this lunatic with us?

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Well, just kick it down then.
en_GB: Well just kick it down then.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: We are in a dire situation indeed — but just see — the trolls and the skeletons are also attacking each other. We must all stay together in one group; let each man support the man next to him. If our ranks are imposing enough the monsters may shy away from us in favor of easier prey.
en_GB: We are in a dire situation indeed — but just see — the trolls and the skeletons are also attacking each other. We must all stay together in one group; let each man support the man next to him. If our ranks are imposing enough the monsters may shy away from us in favour of easier prey.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Good, there are no more monsters lurking in these parts of the tunnels. I think I can hear the clamor of dwarves just ahead. Come on men, let’s go meet them.
en_GB: Good, there are no more monsters lurking in these parts of the tunnels. I think I can hear the clamour of dwarves just ahead. Come on men, let’s go and meet them.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Yes, that touches on the main reason for our visit. We have broken free, but to stay free we need better weapons and armor. Clubs and pitchforks will not carry us through the long run.
en_GB: Yes, that touches on the main reason for our visit. We have broken free, but to stay free we need better weapons and armour. Clubs and pitchforks will not carry us through the long run.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Dwarves are known to be the finest metalworkers and weapon-smiths. We were hoping that you would be able to help us.
en_GB: Dwarves are known to be the finest metalworkers and weaponsmiths. We were hoping that you would be able to help us.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Aye, our craft is great... but we dinna’ ha’ much of weapons and armor ourselves. We’re but a remnant that survived the orcs’ in-taking of these caves. There may be other remnants; but if there are, we dinna’ yet ken of them.
en_GB: Aye, our craft is great... but we dinna’ ha’ much of weapons and armour ourselves. We’re but a remnant that survived the orcs’ in-taking of these caves. There may be other remnants; but if there are, we dinna’ yet ken of them.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Oh, there are orcs enough down here, but ye’ll not likely see them; they hide from us like vermin. You see, lad, in these caves there is no more fearsome a foe than a dwarf. Not only do we move through the caves swiftly, but we know them like the backs of our hands. The orcs did indeed manage to swamp our defenses with their sheer numbers all those long years ago, but not before we surprised and slew their leader — the cursed Khazg Black-Tusk. Since then, although the orcs still foul these caves with their stench, their attacks have been uncoordinated and erratic, wi’ the orcs as likely to attack each other as they are to attack us.
en_GB: Oh, there are orcs enough down here, but ye’ll not likely see them; they hide from us like vermin. You see, lad, in these caves there is no more fearsome a foe than a dwarf. Not only do we move through the caves swiftly, but we know them like the backs of our hands. The orcs did indeed manage to swamp our defences with their sheer numbers all those long years ago, but not before we surprised and slew their leader — the cursed Khazg Black-Tusk. Since then, although the orcs still foul these caves with their stench, their attacks have been unco-ordinated and erratic, wi’ the orcs as likely to attack each other as they are to attack us.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: With all respect, my Lord Hamel, we the people from Dwarven Doors have faced certain death many times now. Rising up against the orcs was said to be certain death. Plunging headfirst into these bleak caves was said to be certain death. If our fate is death then so be it. Until that time comes, my people will fight and I will lead them to fight!
en_GB: With all respect, my Lord Hamel, we the people from Dwarven Doors have faced certain death many times now. Rising against the orcs was said to be certain death. Plunging head first into these bleak caves was said to be certain death. If our fate is death then so be it. Until that time comes, my people will fight and I will lead them to fight!

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Och, human though ye be, ye speak very like a dwarf, lad. Form up, men! To the mines! Let the guardsmen stay behind along with the noncombatants — for their safety and to hold the keep.
en_GB: Och, human though ye be, ye speak very like a dwarf, lad. Form up, men! To the mines! Let the guardsmen stay behind along with the non-combatants — for their safety and to hold the keep.

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: Ahahahaha! Yes, smash the skeletons! Smash them!
en_GB: A ha ha ha ha! Yes, smash the skeletons! Smash them!

note: [message]: speaker=Pruol
en: Argh! They are stronger than we thought. Someone go tell the Master...
en_GB: Argh! They are stronger than we thought. Someone go and tell the Master...

note: [message]: role=Supporter
en: What’s with this ‘Master’ business? It’s starting to make me nervous.
en_GB: What is this ‘Master’ business? It’s starting to make me nervous.

note: [message]: speaker=Pruol
en: Hey, there goes our lunch! Hmmm, they are stronger than we thought, let’s go tell Master.
en_GB: Hey, there goes our lunch! Hmmm, they are stronger than we thought, let’s go and tell Master.

note: [message]: role=Supporter
en: What’s with this whole ‘Master’ business? It’s starting to make me nervous.
en_GB: What is this whole ‘Master’ business? It’s starting to make me nervous.

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor
en: HAHAHAHA! Your petty temper tantrums are most amusing, you puny dwarf. Soon I will finish the slaughter that the orcs have begun so promisingly, and Knalga will be all mine! From there I will sweep the whole north of all living creatures, and then swoop down upon Wesnoth!
en_GB: HA HA HA HA! Your petty temper tantrums are most amusing, you puny dwarf. Soon I will finish the slaughter that the orcs have begun so promisingly, and Knalga will be all mine! From there I will sweep the whole north of all living creatures, and then swoop down upon Wesnoth!

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor
en: HAHAHAHA! Such vast threats from one so small? HAHAHA!
en_GB: HA HA HA HA! Such vast threats from one so small? HA HA HA!

note: [message]: role=Supporter
en: Tallin! Get hold of yourself!
en_GB: Tallin! Get a hold of yourself!

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor
en: HAHAHA, you puny weaklings think you can destroy me? <i>Fools</i>! You will all soon be serving me!
en_GB: HA HA HA, you puny weaklings think you can destroy me? <i>Fools</i>! You will all soon be serving me!

note: [message]: role=follower
en: Thank you, Lord Hamel.
en_GB: Thank you, Lord Hamel

note: [message]: speaker=Father Morvin
en: Finally! I am free. Lord Tallin, I am forever in your debt! We will follow you to the end of the world if need be.
en_GB: Finally! I am free. Lord Tallin, I am for ever in your debt! We will follow you to the end of the world if need be.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin [message]: speaker=unit
en: Please, folks, not now.
en_GB: Please folks, not now.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Wow! That’s incredible. Now I understand why the bag of bones kept you guys in jail; he just simply couldn’t kill you!
en_GB: Wow! That’s incredible. Now I understand why the bag of bones kept you guys in gaol; he just simply couldn’t kill you!

note: [message]: speaker=Sister Thera
en: If you have no objection, Tallin, we would like to join you. These northlands are hardly safe these days for anyone to be traveling on their own, and we could lend valuable help to your cause.
en_GB: If you have no objection, Tallin, we would like to join you. These Northlands are hardly safe these days for anyone to be travelling on their own, and we could lend valuable help to your cause.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Just Tallin, I am no lord. And you are looking better already.
en_GB: Just Tallin, I am no lord. But you are looking better already.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hey, big guy. We aren’t gonna hurt you. We wanna be your friends.
en_GB: Hey big guy. We aren’t gonna hurt you. We wanna be your friends.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The Treasury! Cool, let’s go loot some booty!
en_GB: The Treasury! Cool, let’s go and loot some booty!

note: [message]: speaker=Abhai
en: This is the Great Rod of Justice, my boy. It was an ancient artifact even when I was young. They say it was crafted by the Great Gods themselves, and given to the first true Ruler of Men to ensure peace, harmony and above all — justice. For hundreds of years it did just that, for during the time it was wielded by men, the ruling class never became corrupt, the people never lacked justice and neither evil nor wars troubled the land.
en_GB: This is the Great Rod of Justice, my boy. It was an ancient artefact even when I was young. They say it was crafted by the Great Gods themselves, and given to the first true Ruler of Men to ensure peace, harmony and above all — justice. For hundreds of years it did just that, for during the time it was wielded by men, the ruling class never became corrupt, the people never lacked justice and neither evil nor wars troubled the land.

note: [option]
en: rod of justice^Take it
en_GB: Take it

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: This thing is... incredible! What is such a powerful artifact doing hidden all the way back here?
en_GB: This thing is... incredible! What is such a powerful artefact doing hidden all the way back here?

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: I don’t think there is a person alive who knows anything more solid than rumors and legends. There are very few people who even knows it exists!
en_GB: I don’t think there is a person alive who knows anything more solid than rumours and legends. There are very few people who even knows it exists!

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: Some of the most ancient elvish legends make some vague mention of this artifact. But beyond that...
en_GB: Some of the most ancient elvish legends make some vague mention of this artefact. But beyond that...

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Interesting. I wonder who — or what — could have created such a powerful artifact. There must be one heck of a story behind this thing.
en_GB: Interesting. I wonder who — or what — could have created such a powerful artefact. There must be one heck of a story behind this thing.

note: [object]: id=justice_rod
en: Rod of Justice
en_GB: Rod of Justice!

note: [option]
en: rod of justice^Leave it
en_GB: Leave it

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatas
en: We were originally prisoners of Malifor, but we tunneled out and escaped. Since then, we have eked out a precarious survival on what we have been able to steal or raid from Malifor.
en_GB: We were originally prisoners of Malifor, but we tunnelled out and escaped. Since then, we have eked out a precarious survival on what we have been able to steal or raid from Malifor.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Great. Forward, men!
en_GB: Great. Forwards, men!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Gee, what’s with these bodies floating around? Is this river some sort of body disposal?
en_GB: Gee, what are these bodies floating around? Is this river some sort of body disposal?

note: [message]: type=Naga Warrior
en: Ahh, shut up. Let’s go kill them.
en_GB: Ahh, shut up. Let’s go and kill them.

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor
en: HAHAHAHA, DEATH HAS NO EFFECT ON ME YOU FOOLS!
en_GB: HA HA HA HA, DEATH HAS NO EFFECT ON ME YOU FOOLS!

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor
en: HAHAHAHA, YOUR IDIOCY AMUSES ME GREATLY!
en_GB: HA HA HA HA, YOUR IDIOCY AMUSES ME GREATLY!

note: [message]: speaker=Father Morvin
en: So, where to now, Tallin?
en_GB: So where to now, Tallin?

note: [part]
en: As they approached they were met with a most welcome sight: new fortifications, looking very much like the legendary impenetrable dwarvish defenses of old, had sprung up everywhere. All of them were manned by alert and well-armed dwarves who hailed them boisterously. The mines were belching smoke from the furiously working forges. New weapons and armor for humans and dwarves alike lay neatly stacked, and the deafening clang of hammers and picks from the dwarves promised more.
en_GB: As they approached they were met with a most welcome sight: new fortifications, looking very much like the legendary impenetrable dwarvish defences of old, had sprung up everywhere. All of them were manned by alert and well-armed dwarves who hailed them boisterously. The mines were belching smoke from the furiously working forges. New weapons and armour for humans and dwarves alike lay neatly stacked, and the deafening clang of hammers and picks from the dwarves promised more.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Great! How about the weapons and armor?
en_GB: Great! How about the weapons and armour?

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: I would be honored, Lord Hamel.
en_GB: I would be honoured, Lord Hamel.

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en: He was first stripped of his weapons and armor and then cast into solitary confinement. He remained there for months, never being allowed to see the light of day, being fed only enough food to keep him alive. During this time he was forced to study the most dark and forbidden arts, lashed with whips when he could not recite lessons drawn from grimoires no human should ever have opened. His body grew feeble and emaciated and his mind plunged ever deeper into night. And day by day the magical controls Malifor had fastened about Tallin’s will grew stronger.
en_GB: He was first stripped of his weapons and armour and then cast into solitary confinement. He remained there for months, never being allowed to see the light of day, being fed only enough food to keep him alive. During this time he was forced to study the most dark and forbidden arts, lashed with whips when he could not recite lessons drawn from grimoires no human should ever have opened. His body grew feeble and emaciated and his mind plunged ever deeper into night. And day by day the magical controls Malifor had fastened about Tallin’s will grew stronger.

note: [part]
en: The humans rested for many days while they were equipped with new arms and armor and trained by the dwarves.
en_GB: The humans rested for many days while they were equipped with new arms and armour and trained by the dwarves.

note: [message]: id=Rakshas
en: Pah! I would like to see those cowardly dwarves try their treachery on me as they did on the Black-Tusk! In any case, those dwarves will soon be groveling at my feet and equipping my people with the finest weapons. With the dwarvish weapons, and the wealth of Knalga, nothing will be able to stop us. Even that little backwater that you humans call Wesnoth will be nothing but a burnt out, pillaged wreck before long.
en_GB: Pah! I would like to see those cowardly dwarves try their treachery on me as they did on the Black-Tusk! In any case, those dwarves will soon be grovelling at my feet and equipping my people with the finest weapons. With the dwarvish weapons, and the wealth of Knalga, nothing will be able to stop us. Even that little backwater that you humans call Wesnoth will be nothing but a burnt out, pillaged wreck before long.

note: [message]: type=Goblin Knight
en: HAHAHA! GOT YOU, SUCKERS!
en_GB: HA HA HA! GOT YOU, FOOLS!

note: [message]: speaker=Malifor [message]: id=Poul
en: HAHAHA!
en_GB: HA HA HA!

note: [message]: id=Drung
en: You are so dead, you human vermin!
en_GB: You are dead, you human vermin!

note: [message]: role=Supporter
en: I agree, Tallin, it is pointless to carry on.
en_GB: I agree, Tallin, it is pointless to cary on.

note: [side]: type=Peasant, id=Tallin [side]: type=Lieutenant, id=Tallin
en: Tallin
en_GB: Tallin!

note: [part]
en: The dwarves were more than ready for them, however, and as soon as the humans got through the defenses the well-prepared dwarves fell on the battle-weary and bloodied orcs.
en_GB: The dwarves were more than ready for them, however, and as soon as the humans got through the defences the well-prepared dwarves fell on the battle-weary and bloodied orcs.

note: [part]
en: Wave after wave of orcs crashed onto the dwarven defenses and shattered.
en_GB: Wave after wave of orcs crashed on to the dwarven defences and shattered.

note: [story]
en: So you withdrew. Rightly done, me lad. Our prepared defenses will be able to hold the orcs off far longer and with less loss than ye could ha’ done in the open field. I see that my training of you hasna’ been for naught.
en_GB: So you withdrew. Rightly done, me lad. Our prepared defences will be able to hold the orcs off far longer and with less loss than ye could ha’ done in the open field. I see that my training of you hasna’ been for naught.

note: [story]
en: Tallin, before I was captured by Malifor, I used to be in contact with a powerful magician called Ro’Arthian and his brother Ro’Sothian.
en_GB: Tallin, before I was captured by Malfor, I used to be in contact with a powerful magician called Ro’Arthian and his brother Ro’Sothian.

note: [story]
en: Hrmph. These are desperate times. If those lunatics of mages will agree to help, I guess we’ll nae have any other choice but to accept.
en_GB: Hrmph. These are desperate times. If those lunatics of mages will agree to help, I suppose we’ll nae have any other choice but to accept.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: whisper^Camerin, you know him?
en_GB: Camerin, you know him?

note: [message]: speaker=Camerin
en: whisper^Duh! His brother Ro’Arthian is the one who taught me magic!
en_GB: Duh! His brother Ro’Arthian is the one who taught me magic!

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: whisper^Oh...!
en_GB: Oh...!

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Put Ro’Sothian into that jail over there until we capture his brother.
en_GB: Put Ro’Sothian into that gaol over there until we capture his brother.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Back to jail, my friend.
en_GB: Back to gaol, my friend.

note: [message]: speaker=Ro'Arthian
en: Wow! Someone <i>finally</i> figured it out!
en_GB: Wow! Someone <i>finally</i> worked it out!

note: [message]: speaker=Ro'Arthian
en: Very well, Tallin. We accept under the terms that your people will forever leave us in peace after this.
en_GB: Very well, Tallin. We accept under the terms that your people will for ever leave us in peace after this.

note: [message]: speaker=Stalrag
en: Farewell, my friends. I now go to join my fallen brethren.
en_GB: Farewell, my friends. I now go to join my fallen brothers.

note: [part]
en: Although Tallin was glad in his heart to see Malifor in such distress, the sorcerous geas on his mind compelled him to go to his master’s aid. When he got there, he found that all the outer defenses had been smashed and Malifor had bolted himself up in his study. Bound by the will of their master, Tallin and his minions took up positions outside Malifor’s study door.
en_GB: Although Tallin was glad in his heart to see Malifor in such distress, the sorcerous geas on his mind compelled him to go to his master’s aid. When he got there, he found that all the outer defences had been smashed and Malifor had bolted himself up in his study. Bound by the will of their master, Tallin and his minions took up positions outside Malifor’s study door.

note: [part]
en: The lich-mages sent forth gryphons to scout out the number, formation and deployment of the orcish forces, and to seek allies as well.
en_GB: The lich-mages sent forth gryphons to scout the number, formation and deployment of the orcish forces, and to seek allies as well.

note: [part]
en: Before the humans and dwarves could respond to this message, another gryphon arrived with the news that the orcs were holding an elvish sorceress prisoner in the castle of Bitterhold, less than a day’s march distant to the northwest. The castle had attracted notice because it had been recently rebuilt and manned by a unit known to include some of the hardiest and toughest of veteran orcs.
en_GB: Before the humans and dwarves could respond to this message, another gryphon arrived with the news that the orcs were holding an elvish sorceress prisoner in the castle of Bitterhold, less than a day’s march distant to the north-west. The castle had attracted notice because it had been recently rebuilt and manned by a unit known to include some of the hardiest and toughest of veteran orcs.

note: [story]
en: But it would be unwise to trust that the orcs will stay stupid forever. If we do go ahead with this raid, we are going to have to be in and out like lightning.
en_GB: But it would be unwise to trust that the orcs will stay stupid for ever. If we do go ahead with this raid, we will have to be in and out like lightning.

note: [story]
en: Elves are deeply honor-bound, especially in matters that touch their kin. If we rescue the princess, I am certain the deed will not go without reward.
en_GB: Elves are deeply honour-bound, especially in matters that touch their kin. If we rescue the princess, I am certain the deed will not go without reward.

note: [message]: speaker=Ro'Arthian
en: Are we here to sight-see or to rescue this blasted sorceress? And if you really want to sight-see, then check out that orcish encampment south of us.
en_GB: Are we here to sight-see or to rescue this blasted sorceress? And if you really want to sight-see, then check that orcish encampment south of us.

note: [message]: speaker=Eryssa
en: I am free! Thank you, my saviors. Who has come to rescue me from vile captivity?
en_GB: I am free! Thank you, my saviours. Who has come to rescue me from vile captivity?

note: [part]
en: With Malifor’s death, the magical controls over Tallin’s will vanished. Being suddenly confronted with the reality of his actions was too much for him, and so he fled. As he did so, visions of his dying friends — friends that he had slain — flashed before his eyes, while their voices chided him from the darkness. Frantically he tried to escape their condemnation, but it seemed that at every successive turn their numbers grew greater and greater, and their words cut more and more deeply into his ravaged soul. Screaming in desperation, he called upon his arts to banish them forever into the lands of the dead, but they seemed to laugh at his attempts and rebuke him even more forcibly for his betrayal.
en_GB: With Malifor’s death, the magical controls over Tallin’s will vanished. Being suddenly confronted with the reality of his actions was too much for him, and so he fled. As he did so, visions of his dying friends — friends that he had slain — flashed before his eyes, while their voices chided him from the darkness. Frantically he tried to escape their condemnation, but it seemed that at every successive turn their numbers grew greater and greater, and their words cut more and more deeply into his ravaged soul. Screaming in desperation, he called upon his arts to banish them for ever into the lands of the dead, but they seemed to laugh at his attempts and rebuke him even more forcibly for his betrayal.

note: [part]
en: I am Tallin. I was once a free man leading my people in a revolution against their orcish overlords, but I was tricked and enslaved by Malifor. While under his control, I have done unthinkable deeds — I have studied the most forbidden of arts, I have robbed the dead of their rest, and I have mercilessly butchered my friends like some sort of mindless abomination. Now I am haunted by all the evil I have done, and I see no way of escaping this torment other than self destruction.
en_GB: I am Tallin. I was once a free man leading my people in a revolution against their orcish overlords, but I was tricked and enslaved by Malifor. While under his control, I have done unthinkable deeds — I have studied the most forbidden of arts, I have robbed the dead of their rest, and I have mercilessly butchered my friends like some sort of mindless abomination. Now I am haunted by all the evil I have done, and I see no way of escaping this torment other than self-destruction.

note: [part]
en: Then what shall we do? The dying shrieks of my friends haunt me endlessly. It was because of me that they rose up against the orcs in the first place! They trusted me to always be there with them, guiding and leading them, and putting myself in the forefront of every battle. If I were not there they never would have risked their lives — nay, if I were not there they wouldn’t be dead right now! And I betrayed them! Those who trusted me most I slew with my own hands!
en_GB: Then what shall we do? The dying shrieks of my friends haunt me endlessly. It was because of me that they rose against the orcs in the first place! They trusted me to always be there with them, guiding and leading them, and putting myself in the forefront of every battle. If I were not there they never would have risked their lives — nay, if I were not there they wouldn’t be dead right now! And I betrayed them! Those who trusted me most I slew with my own hands!

note: [part]
en: Abhai: You haven’t? It was an ancient artifact even when I was young. They say it was crafted by the Great Gods themselves, and given to the first true Ruler of Men to ensure peace, harmony and above all — justice. For hundreds of years now, it passed from king to successor. Ever since it has been wielded by men, the ruling class never became corrupt, the people never lacked justice and neither evil nor wars ever troubled the land.
en_GB: Abhai: You haven’t? It was an ancient artefact even when I was young. They say it was crafted by the Great Gods themselves, and given to the first true Ruler of Men to ensure peace, harmony and above all — justice. For hundreds of years now, it passed from king to successor. Ever since it has been wielded by men, the ruling class never became corrupt, the people never lacked justice and neither evil nor wars ever troubled the land.

note: [message]: speaker=Hekkna
en: Haha! As if he can just ‘pass through’ a Drake nesting cave.
en_GB: Ha ha! As if he can just ‘pass through’ a Drake nesting cave.

note: [message]: speaker=Hekkna
en: Haha!
en_GB: Ha ha!

note: [message]: speaker=Abhai
en: I guess now is not the right time to bring up this topic. However, the fact remains, we much reach the Rod of Justice.
en_GB: I suppose now is not the right time to bring up this topic. However, the fact remains, we much reach the Rod of Justice.

note: [message]: speaker=Machador
en: The Rod of Justice was not made to be the plaything of a demented sorcerer such as you. It is perhaps the most powerful artifact that I have ever encountered.
en_GB: The Rod of Justice was not made to be the plaything of a demented sorcerer such as you. It is perhaps the most powerful artefact that I have ever encountered.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Princess, we are not seeking to do business here: <i>“I do this for you and you do this for me.”</i> No, we seek to build everlasting friendships which will forever ensure the peace and prosperity of these northlands. Therefore, let there be no talk of debts and repayments between us.
en_GB: Princess, we are not seeking to do business here: <i>“I do this for you and you do this for me.”</i> No, we seek to build everlasting friendships which will for ever ensure the peace and prosperity of these Northlands. Therefore, let there be no talk of debts and repayments between us.

note: [message]: speaker=Father Morvin
en: Frankly, princess, I am disappointed. I was always under the impression that elves were an honorable lot who took their debts seriously.
en_GB: Frankly, princess, I am disappointed. I was always under the impression that elves were an honourable lot who took their debts seriously.

note: [message]: speaker=Eryssa
en: That is your concern, not mine, human.
en_GB: That is your concern not mine, human.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: I can see the dwarvish defenses just ahead. Let’s go!
en_GB: I can see the dwarvish defences just ahead. Let’s go!

note: [scenario]: id=09b_Judgment
en: Judgment
en_GB: Judgement

note: [part]
en: Driven by an overwhelming need to be released from his torment, Tallin approached the Rod of Justice where it lay amidst the Dragon’s hoarded treasure. But as he was about to grasp it in his trembling hands, he hesitated and found himself unable to proceed. Abhai came forth — his ethereal form gliding over the scattered treasure and the carcases of its defenders — and fearlessly lifted the Rod in his ghostly hands. He paused for a moment, as if savoring the familiar feel of it in his grasp once more, and then presented it to Tallin.
en_GB: Driven by an overwhelming need to be released from his torment, Tallin approached the Rod of Justice where it lay amidst the Dragon’s hoarded treasure. But as he was about to grasp it in his trembling hands, he hesitated and found himself unable to proceed. Abhai came forth — his ethereal form gliding over the scattered treasure and the carcases of its defenders — and fearlessly lifted the Rod in his ghostly hands. He paused for a moment, as if savouring the familiar feel of it in his grasp once more, and then presented it to Tallin.

note: [message]: speaker=Betrayed Friend
en: Tallin, we are in a place beyond matter, thought, and time. This is a place of unimaginable splendor, glory and transcendence — the very realm of the Greater Gods.
en_GB: Tallin, we are in a place beyond matter, thought, and time. This is a place of unimaginable splendour, glory and transcendence — the very realm of the Greater Gods.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Another chance, but why? What have I done except mislead those who followed me, and then betray and back-stab them at the worst possible moment?
en_GB: Another chance, but why? What have I done except mislead those who followed me, and then betray and backstab them at the worst possible moment?

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: You mean, I should continue to practice the evil of necromancy?
en_GB: You mean, I should continue to practise the evil of necromancy?

note: [message]: speaker=Betrayed Friend
en: Even the foulest of weapons can be put to good use, Tallin. Poison generally kills, but it can also be used to heal. In the same way, although this art is usually practiced by the most power-hungry and corrupt, it may still be turned to the ends of good by one with the strength of will and soul-depth you have gained through your suffering.
en_GB: Even the foulest of weapons can be put to good use, Tallin. Poison generally kills, but it can also be used to heal. In the same way, although this art is usually practised by the most power-hungry and corrupt, it may still be turned to the ends of good by one with the strength of will and soul-depth you have gained through your suffering.

note: [part]
en: Puzzled by the presence of trolls so close to the dwarvish defenses, the party quickly made their way back to Knalga.
en_GB: Puzzled by the presence of trolls so close to the dwarvish defences, the party quickly made their way back to Knalga.

note: [story]
en: Yer gold, Tallin, we ha’ failed to protect it.
en_GB: Your gold Tallin, we ha’ failed to protect it.

note: [story]
en: Such a massive and fierce assault it was that we had to call upon all our reserves. When that proved insufficient, we had nae other choice then to call some men off the other defenses.
en_GB: Such a massive and fierce assault it was that we had to call upon all our reserves. When that proved insufficient, we had nae other choice then to call some men off the other defences.

note: [story]
en: It was a ploy. Nae sooner than we ha’ thinned the ranks of the northern defenders, a small, hardened group of trolls smashed through the defenses and made their way straight for your gold.
en_GB: It was a ploy. Nae sooner than we ha’ thinned the ranks of the northern defenders, a small, hardened group of trolls smashed through the defences and made their way straight for your gold.

note: [story]
en: Och, we tried, Tallin, but with the orcs still pressing our southern defenses and other groups of trolls trying to break through everywhere, we simply ha’ not the manpower.
en_GB: Och, we tried, Tallin, but with the orcs still pressing our southern defences and other groups of trolls trying to break through everywhere, we simply ha’ not the manpower.

note: [then]
en: I will send another message to them asking them to send out scouts to locate the trolls who took your gold. Mayhap the elves will be able to get between the trolls and their allies.
en_GB: I will send another message to them asking them to send scouts to locate the trolls who took your gold. Mayhap the elves will be able to get between the trolls and their allies.

note: [story]
en: All right, let’s move out, people!
en_GB: All right, let’s move out, everyone!

note: [message]: speaker=Tor
en: Haha, suckers! We got you now!
en_GB: Ha ha, suckers! We got you now!

note: [message]: speaker=Bor
en: Hahaha! They walked right into our trap.
en_GB: Ha ha ha! They walked right into our trap.

note: [option]
en: Haha! Look at them run!
en_GB: Ha ha! Look at them run!

note: [message]: speaker=Ro'Arthian
en: You better get lost, elf, before we kill you.
en_GB: You better get lost, elf before we kill you.

note: [message]: speaker=Himadrin
en: This insult will forever be remembered by the Northern Elves! The day will soon come when your race shall regret your folly!
en_GB: This insult will for ever be remembered by the Northern Elves! The day will soon come when your race shall regret your folly!

note: [message]: speaker=Eryssa
en: Hidel, let me introduce to you my savior: Tallin.
en_GB: Hidel, let me introduce to you my saviour: Tallin.

note: [message]: speaker=Hidel
en: It is an honor to meet you, Tallin.
en_GB: It is an honour to meet you, Tallin.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: The honor is mine, sir.
en_GB: The honour is mine, sir.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: I am honored, sir, and I hope that I will live up to the trust that the Northern Elves have bestowed upon me.
en_GB: I am honoured, sir, and I hope that I will live up to the trust that the Northern Elves have bestowed upon me.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Right. Onward, men!
en_GB: Right. Onwards men!

note: [message]: speaker=Eryssa
en: Yes, or so I have heard. You honor me, but this brave man reached the mark before you.
en_GB: Yes, or so I have heard. You honour me, but this brave man reached the mark before you.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Very well, people. The road ahead is clear, onward to victory!
en_GB: Very well, people. The road ahead is clear, onwards to victory!

note: [message]: speaker=Eryssa
en: I was not idle in my captivity; I watched, and listened, and learned. The hints I got from my guards’ boastings and foul jests have been confirmed by our scouts; Angthurim is the linchpin of their entire eastern flank. If we could reduce it, their defense would be near to collapse.
en_GB: I was not idle in my captivity; I watched, and listened, and learned. The hints I got from my guards’ boastings and foul jests have been confirmed by our scouts; Angthurim is the linchpin of their entire eastern flank. If we could reduce it, their defence would be near to collapse.

note: [message]: speaker=Ro'Arthian
en: Fitting. My gryphons tell me Angthurim is the keystone of their entire eastern flank. If we can reduce it their defense will be near to collapse.
en_GB: Fitting. My gryphons tell me Angthurim is the keystone of their entire eastern flank. If we can reduce it their defence will be near to collapse.

note: [message]: speaker=Rakshas
en: Hahahaha! Very g—
en_GB: Ha ha ha ha! Very g—

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: Very well. Forward! Victory or death!
en_GB: Very well. Forwards! Victory or death!

note: [message]: id=Tallin
en: We have torn the heart from their eastern defenses.
en_GB: We have torn the heart from their eastern defences.

note: [part]
en: Soon they encountered the wrack of a great battle. Bodies of elves and orcs lay everywhere. Broken weapons and smashed armor were strewn about in profusion. Elvish arrows and orcish crossbow bolts bristled from the nearby trees. The ground was splotched red with blood.
en_GB: Soon they encountered the wrack of a great battle. Bodies of elves and orcs lay everywhere. Broken weapons and smashed armour were strewn about in profusion. Elvish arrows and orcish crossbow bolts bristled from the nearby trees. The ground was splotched red with blood.

note: [part]
en: They paused for scant minutes to bind the wounds of a few surviving elves and leave them a small guard. Then they pressed onward to rescue Hidel — and they found him.
en_GB: They paused for scant minutes to bind the wounds of a few surviving elves and leave them a small guard. Then they pressed onwards to rescue Hidel — and they found him.

note: [part]
en: Scattered around Hidel were the bodies of at least three orcish warlords, and nearly a score of grunts, warriors and crossbowmen. His weapons were notched and broken; his armor dented and smashed. It was clear to all that his fall had been an epic of valor and glory, worthy to be remembered in the songs of all the kindred races until the end of days.
en_GB: Scattered around Hidel were the bodies of at least three orcish warlords, and nearly a score of grunts, warriors and crossbowmen. His weapons were notched and broken; his armour dented and smashed. It was clear to all that his fall had been an epic of valour and glory, worthy to be remembered in the songs of all the kindred races until the end of days.

note: [story]
en: Now... uphold the honor... of the Northern... Elves... Recover... the gold... slay this monster... and bring peace and... prosperity... back to the... Northlands... Tallin?
en_GB: Now... uphold the honour... of the Northern... Elves... Recover... the gold... slay this monster... and bring peace and... prosperity... back to the... Northlands... Tallin?

note: [part]
en: A torrent of childhood memories and the depth of her grief left her unable to speak. She and Tallin sat together silently holding each-other for some time.
en_GB: A torrent of childhood memories and the depth of her grief left her unable to speak. She and Tallin sat together silently holding each other for some time.

note: [message]: id=Tallin
en: Hidel... died a hero’s death, one worthy to be sung forever.
en_GB: Hidel... died a hero’s death, one worthy to be sung for ever.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Haha! We got the gold now!
en_GB: Ha ha! We got the gold now!

note: [message]: id=Ha'Tuil
en: Hahaha! Mission accomplished, men! Now let’s crush the rest of this scum and report back to the Master.
en_GB: Ha ha ha! Mission accomplished, men! Now let’s crush the rest of this scum and report back to the Master.

note: [part]
en: Battle plans were quickly made; the party split into three groups. Two of the groups immediately set off northwest and southwest respectively while the third group rested for an hour and then set off directly west.
en_GB: Battle plans were quickly made; the party split into three groups. Two of the groups immediately set off north-west and south-west respectively while the third group rested for an hour and then set off directly west.

note: [message]: id=Rakshas
en: Hahahahah! You fools, do you not see that you are right in the heart of orcish territory, surrounded yourselves! Why, at this very moment my entire western army is marching this way. They will soon be here and will scatter your forces like straw!
en_GB: Ha ha ha hah! You fools, do you not see that you are right in the heart of orcish territory, surrounded yourselves! Why, at this very moment my entire western army is marching this way. They will soon be here and will scatter your forces like straw!

note: [message]: id=Hamel
en: It’s called ‘The End’, foul orc. Forward! FOR KNALGA!!
en_GB: It’s called ‘The End’, foul orc. Forwards! FOR KNALGA!!

note: [message]: id=Tallin
en: The orcs are exceedingly numerous and warlike. While they squabble among themselves, their warlike nature turns upon itself and they are no threat; but when a strong warlord like Rakshas arises among them, their battle-lust becomes a plague upon their neighbors.
en_GB: The orcs are exceedingly numerous and warlike. While they squabble among themselves, their warlike nature turns upon itself and they are no threat; but when a strong warlord like Rakshas arises among them, their battle-lust becomes a plague upon their neighbours.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Rising to his feet, Hamel raised his hands and waited for the clamor to die down.
en_GB: Rising to his feet, Hamel raised his hands and waited for the clamour to die down.

note: [message]: id=Tallin
en: I thank everyone for the love and honor bestowed upon me. In honor of that love I accept this responsibility.
en_GB: I thank everyone for the love and honour bestowed upon me. In honour of that love I accept this responsibility.

note: [message]: id=Father Morvin
en: Gladly, Tallin. We will stand with the Warders till the end of days if need be.
en_GB: Gladly, Tallin. We will stand with the Warders till the end of time if need be.

note: [message]: id=Elenia
en: Tallin, as you know, I have been separated from my race and kinsmen — well, except Eryssa — for many years now. I wish to go back to the elvish forests and live among my kinsmen again. Perhaps I will return someday.
en_GB: Tallin, as you know, I have been separated from my race and kinsmen — well, except Eryssa — for many years now. I wish to go back to the elvish forests and live among my kinsmen again. Perhaps I will return some day.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: On Father Morvin’s advice, the Council approached all the different orcish tribes and made treaties with them. If a chieftain refused to cooperate with the Alliance, he was forcibly removed from his post and another more favorably disposed put in his place.
en_GB: On Father Morvin’s advice, the Council approached all the different orcish tribes and made treaties with them. If a chieftain refused to co-operate with the Alliance, he was forcibly removed from his post and another more favourably disposed put in his place.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Thus, from a small, enslaved community, the people of Dwarven Doors — by their fortitude, valor, and wisdom — brought the Northlands out of the darkness and restored them to their former glory.
en_GB: Thus, from a small, enslaved community, the people of Dwarven Doors — by their fortitude, valour, and wisdom — brought the Northlands out of the darkness and restored them to their former glory.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: You wretched monsters! You are going to pay for this!
en_GB: You wretched monsters! You will pay for this!

note: [message]: speaker=Father Morvin
en: Thera, when this is all over, you should paint your face and join a theater.
en_GB: Thera, when this is all over, you should paint your face and join a theatre.

note: [message]: speaker=Sister Thera
en: Which might be sooner than you think.
en_GB: Which might be sooner then you think.

note: [message]: speaker=Tallin
en: You wretches are going to pay for this! FORWARD, MEN!
en_GB: You wretches will pay for this! FORWARDS, MEN!
