en to gd translation catalogue (206 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: A Tale of Two Brothers
gd: Sgeulachd dithis bhràithrean

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: AToTB
gd: SdB

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Beginner
gd: Neach-tòiseachaidh

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Horseman
gd: Marcaiche

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Challenging
gd: Dùbhlanach

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Knight
gd: Ridire

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: An evil mage is threatening the small village of Maghre and its inhabitants. The village’s mage sends to his warrior brother for help, but not all goes as planned. Can you help?
gd: Tha draoidh olc a’ maoidheadh muinntir baile bhig Mhachra. Dh’iarr draoidh a’ bhaile taic o bhràthair a tha ’na ghaisgeach ach cha deach gach nì mar a bha fainear dha. An doir thu cuideachadh dhaibh?

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: (Novice level, 4 scenarios.)
gd: (Ìre fhoghlamaiche, 4 cnàmh-sgeulan.)

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
gd: Dealbhadh iomairte

note: [about]
en: Prose and Story Edits
gd: Rosg agus deasachadh na sgeulachd

note: [about]
en: Campaign Maintenance
gd: Obair-glèidhidh iomairte

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
gd: Ealan is grafaigeachd

note: [about]
en: Miscellaneous
gd: Measgaichte

note: [entry]
en: And special thanks to everyone else who I forgot to mention.
gd: Agus taing shònraichte dhan fheadhainn eile nach dug mi iomradh orra.

note: [scenario]: id=01_Rooting_Out_a_Mage
en: Rooting Out a Mage
gd: A’ gabhail draoidh an greim

note: [part]
en: The remote freehold of Maghre in the western reaches of the kingdom of Wesnoth was once a peaceful place, its inhabitants largely unaware of the comings and goings of the wider world. Wars and the rumor of wars touched them not, until the day a dark mage settled in the region and began seeking sacrifices for his evil summonings.
gd: ’S e àite sìtheil iomallach a bhiodh saor-sheilbh Mhachra taobh siar rìoghachd Bheasnaid agus cha do mhothaicheadh a muinntir do na thachradh fad air falbh bhuapa. Cha do bhean cogaidhean no naidheachdan mun dèidhinn riutha gus an latha a dh’imrich draoidh dubh dhan sgìre aca an toir air ìobairtean airson nan taghairmean olca aige.

note: [part]
en: Skeletons and zombies killed cattle and fired fields. <i>“Fear and obey Mordak the Mage!”</i> they cried in fell voices as they did their foul deeds. People vanished from isolated farmsteads. Men and women began to fear the night, and their children even the bright day. But the nearest lord was more than a day’s ride distant, and messengers sent to seek his help did not return.
gd: Mharbh cnàimhnich ’s cuirp coisiche an sprèidh agus chuir iad na h-achaidhean air teine. <i>“Eagal oirbh agus gèillibh dhan draoidh Mhordan!”</i>, seo na dh’èigheadh iad le guthan oillteil fad ’s a rinneadh iad na gnìomhan olca aca. Chaidh daoine a-mach à sealladh o thuathanasan iomallach. Ghabh a’ mhuinntir eagal air an oidhche ’s a’ chlann eadhon air latha soilleir. Ach bha an tighearna as dlùithe a’ fuireach barrachd air latha air falbh air muin eich agus cha do thill na teachdairean a chuir iad a-null gus cobhair iarraidh.

note: [part]
en: There was a man named Baran who had shown talent as a mage when he was young, gone to the great Academy on the Isle of Alduin, and returned to work his magic in the land where he was born. The people looked to him for help and leadership. He found weapons half-forgotten from the times of their sires and grandsires hanging in many houses, and bade the villagers to take them down and clean and oil them. He set the smiths of Maghre to making spearheads and ax-blades for the rest.
gd: Bha duine ann air an robh Baran a nochd tàlant mar dhraoidh ’na òige agus a dh’fhalbh don Acadamaidh ann an Eilean Alduin agus a thill do thìr àraich gus a dhraoidheachd a thoirt dhi. Ann an iomadh taigh, lorg e airm o àm nan sinnsirean a bha cha mhòr air an dol a-mach à cuimhne agus dh’iarr e do na tuathanaich an glanadh ’s an oladh. Thug e air goibhnean Mhachra gun dèanadh iad cinn slèigh agus lannan tuaighe airson a’ chorr.

note: [part]
en: Now Baran had a brother named Arvith who had also left Maghre to seek his fortune, and had become the leader of a small band of horsemen who hired out as guards to merchant caravans. Fortunate it was for all that when Baran was but an apprentice mage, he had made a pair of amulets for himself and his brother, with which they might call to each other when in dire need. Baran sent out that call.
gd: Bha bràthair aig Baran agus Arbhath a bh’ air. Bha easan cuideachd air Machra fhàgail an toir fortain agus chaidh e ’na cheannard aig buidheann beag de mharcaichean a dh’obraicheadh mar gheàird do charabhanaichean mharsantan. Gu fortanach, rinn Baran dà sheun nuair a bha e òg agus cha robh e ach ’na fhoghlamaiche. Thug e an dàrna fear do a bhràthair agus chum e fhèin am fear eile ach an gairmeadh iad càch a chèile nuair a bhiodh iad ann an èiginn. Seo a’ ghairm a thug Baran a-nis.

note: [part]
en: 12 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    If I could but face this ‘Mordak’! I think my magic might prove stronger than his. But he bides in the hills, well-guarded by his servants, and I muster frightened peasants to fight his minions with blades and sticks. I need my brother; he always had a better head for battle than I.
    
    Will he heed the call? I do not know if he has kept the amulet; we have not spoken since that evil day at Toen Caric. If he will not come for me, perhaps he will return to aid our village in its hour of desperate need.
gd: 12 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Baran Mhachra
    
    Gum b’ urrainn dhomh dol aghaidh ri aghaidh le “Mordan”! Cha chreid mi nach eil a’ dhraoidheachd agam nas treasa na an tè aigesan. Ach tha e air na cnuic fo dheagh-dhìon a shearbhantan pailt agus feumaidh mi croitearan eagalach a thrusadh gus sabaid an aghaidh a luchd-leantainn le lannan ’s bataichean. Tha feum agam air mo bhràthair; bhiodh e na b’ fhearr air sabaid na mi fhìn a-riamh.
    
    An èist e ris a’ ghairm agam? Chan eil fios agam an do chum e an seun; cha do bhruidhinn sinn bhon latha uabhasach ud aig Todhan Carag. Mura dig e a-nall air mo shon-sa, ’s dòcha gun dig a gus cobhair a thoirt dhan bhaile againn a tha fo èiginn.

note: [part]
en: Heeding the call of his amulet, Arvith gathered such men as he could and hurried to Maghre to help Baran.
gd: Dh’èist Arbhath ri gairm a sheun agus chruinnich e na daoine a b’ urrainn dha gus rathad Mhachra a thoirt air cho luath ’s a ghabhadh ach an doireadh e cobhair do Bharan.

note: [side] [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Humans
gd: Daoine

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Mordak [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tairach [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Rotharik [side]
en: Enemies
gd: Nàimhdean

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Mordak
en: Mordak
gd: Mordan

note: [event]
en: Alwyn
gd: Albhan

note: [event]
en: Brent
gd: Brianainn

note: [event]
en: Cadell
gd: Ciadall

note: [event]
en: Dannen
gd: Dannan

note: [event]
en: Efran
gd: Eafran

note: [event]
en: Faren
gd: Farain

note: [event]
en: Tarek
gd: Taraig

note: [event]
en: Magrid
gd: Magrad

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay Mordak, the evil mage
gd: Cuir às dhan draoidh olc Mordan

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Arvith
gd: Bàs Arbhaith

note: [objectives]
en: Use footpads as fodder to protect your loyal units and attack during the day to minimize the damage your forces take.
gd: Cleachd slaightearan gus na h-aonadan dìleas agad a dhìon agus thoir ionnsaigh rè an latha ach nach dèid cus dhen fheachd agad a mhilleadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Greetings, brother, and welcome home.
gd: Fàilte ort aig an taigh, a bhràthair.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Hail.
gd: Hoigh.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Is that all, Arvith? I understand, but...
gd: Nach can thu an corr, Arbhaith? Tuigidh mi carson, ach…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: You called, and I came; be content with that. What ails Maghre?
gd: Thug thu gairm is thàinig mi; na iarr an corr orm. Dè an trioblaid a dh’èirich dha Mhachra?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: A dark mage has come upon us; his creatures call him Mordak. They have been terrorizing outlying farms, and we fear they may soon attack the village itself! The villagers of Maghre have taken up weapons but they are not trained fighters; we need your men, and you to lead them.
gd: Tha draoidh dubh air tighinn oirnn; ’s e “Mordan” a th’ aig a chreutairean air. Tha iad air na tuathanasan iomallach a chur fo mhaoim agus tha an t-eagal oirnn gun doir iad ionnsaigh air a bhaile fhèin a dh’aithghearr! Thog muinntir Mhachra airm ach cha d’ fhuair iad trèanadh ann an sabaid; tha feum againn air do chuideachd is do stiùireadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I can feel Mordak’s foul touch on the hidden currents of the earth and air. He is somewhere due north of here, I would say not more than two days’ ride.
gd: Fairichidh mi beantainn olc Mhordain ri sruthan falaichte na h-ùire ’s an adhair. Tha e am badeigin gu tuath oirnn, chanainn-sa nach eil e nas fhaide na dà latha air each bhuainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All right. I will do this for the village. Can you keep the mage off our backs?
gd: Ceart gu leòr. Nì mi seo às leth a’ bhaile. An doir thu taic dhuinn gus an draoidh a chumail air falbh bhuainn?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I will go stealthily with a handful of our best scouts and woodsmen. While you demonstrate against him and kill his creatures, I will try to defeat Mordak himself with magic at an unguarded moment. You shall be the right hand, I the left... aye, brother?
gd: Thèid mi ann gu fiatach le grunnan shàr-rabhadairean ’s fhear-coille. Fad ’s a thèid thu fhèin ’na aghaidh gu follaiseach ’s tu a’ marbhadh nan creutairean aige, feuchaidh mi gun ceannsaich mi Mordan fhèin le draoidheachd nuair nach bi an dùil aige orm. Bidh tusa ’nad làmh dheas agus mi fhìn ’nam làmh chlì, nach bi, a bhràthair?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ... Aye. Just make sure you’re there when we need you.
gd: … Bithidh. Ach dèan cinnteach gum bi thu ann nuair a bhios sinn feumach ort.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran should be in position by now. Press them, distract the adept so Baran can spring his trap!
gd: Bu chòir do Bharan a bhith air tighinn a-nis. Thoir ionnsaigh orra gus an doir an Eòlach aire ortsa agus leumaidh Baran à fàth-feitheamh air!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran has not made his attack!
gd: Cha dug Baran ionnsaigh air!

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: Could he have abandoned us?
gd: Saoil an do thrèig e sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: No... No. This is something else. I’m worried about him... but right now it means we have to deal with this Mordak ourselves.
gd: Cha shaoil… cha shaoil. Seo rudeigin eile. Tha uallach orm mu dhèidhinn… ach is ciall dha seo an-dràsta gum feum sinn fhìn dèiligeadh ri Mordan a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Argh!
gd: Ochan!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good work, men! But what has become of my brother?
gd: Obair mhath a rinn sibh, a dhaoine! Nise, dè dh’èirich dha mo bhràthair?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Worried about him, are you? E-he-he... hergh... gaargh...
gd: Fo uallach mu dhèidhinn, an ann? È hè hè… hà hà… gàrgh…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There’s nothing more to be had from this one; we will have to search for Baran ourselves!
gd: Chan fhaigh sinn an corr a-mach on fhear seo; feumaidh sinn fhìn Baran a shireadh!

note: [message]: role=Reporter
en: Sir, our scouts report that Baran was seen captured and carried away further north!
gd: A thighearna, thug na rabhadairean againn an naidheachd dhuinn gum facas Baran air a ghlacadh ’s a thoirt gu tuath!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That they should dare this! We will give chase at once.
gd: Cha chreidsinn-sa gum biodh iad cho dàna! Thèid sinn às an dèidh sa bhad.

note: [message]: speaker=Mordak
en: Your brother’s plan to ambush me has failed. He is our prisoner now.
gd: Dh’fhàillig plana do bràthar gus fàth-feitheamh a dhèanamh orm. Tha e ’nar prìosanach a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My brother, kidnapped? I have failed you, Baran! And even now Mordak’s forces descend upon the village!
gd: Mo bhràthair, air a ghlacadh? Dh’fhàillig mi, a Bharain! Agus tha sluagh Mhordain a’ toirt ionnsaigh air a’ bhaile an-dràsta fhèin!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I hear these creatures are nigh-immune to our weapons, let us see!
gd: Chuala mi gur gann gun gabh na creutairean ud leònadh leis na h-airm againn, ach chì sinn!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: That was not so hard!
gd: Cha robh seo cho doirbh sin!

note: [scenario]: id=02_The_Chase
en: The Chase
gd: An ruagadh

note: [part]
en: Arvith and his band rode north in search of his missing brother.
gd: Chaidh Arbhath agus a chuideachd gu tuath a’ sireadh a bhràthar.

note: [part]
en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    We’ve been searching three days for Baran, and turned up nothing. My best hunch was to head north into the borderlands, where the necromancer’s minions could safely hide; everywhere else is more farmland. At first I thought the search might be useless, but late in the first day we found a set of tracks. Some of them had been made by skeletal feet.
    
    We’re close enough to be certain now: those tracks are heading into the Grey Woods. No one from Maghre or any of the other villages has gone into that forest in living memory. Stories have been passed down for generations warning against it. Supposedly the place is haunted by lost souls who hunger for the living, and anyone who dies there is doomed to join them.
gd: 16 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Arbhath Mhachra
    
    Tha sinn air trì làithean a chur seachad a’ sireadh Bharain a-nis agus cha do lorg sinn dad. Thug mi fainear gun rachamaid gu tuath dha na crìochan far am b’ urrainn dhan luchd-leantainn aig a’ marbh-dhraoidh falach gu sàbhailte; chan eil ach achaidhean anns gach àite eile. Shaoil mi gun robh an oidhirp gun toradh an toiseach, ach thachair sinn air lorgan anmoch a’ chiad fheasgar. Chaidh cuid dhiubh a dhèanamh le casan cnàimhnich.
    
    Theann sinn dlùth gu leòr a-nis ach am bitheamaid cinnteach: tha na lorgan ud a’ dol dhan Choille Ghlas. Chan eil cuimhne gun deach duine Mhachra no baile sam bith eile a-steach dhan choille ud a-riamh. Thàinig sgeulachdan thugainn bho ar sinnsearan a’ toirt rabhadh dhuinn mu dèidhinn. Thathar ag ràdh gun tadhail anman caillte air an àite a’ sireadh an fheadhainn beòtha agus thèid duine sam bith a gheibh bàs san àite ud ’nan cuideachd.

note: [part]
en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    But I’m past superstitions now; I’ve seen enough of the world to guess at the truth behind these sorts of tales. The forest is home to elves — unfriendly ones, if the stories have any basis at all. I worry for my men; horses don’t fight well in forests, and the elves will be more dangerous in their own territory. But there are things that need done and questions that need answered. Something bigger is happening. One necromancer terrorizing townsfolk is nothing new, but why didn’t his servants scatter when he was killed? Where are they headed now? And most importantly, why did they take Baran with them?
    
    Besides... I want my brother back.
gd: 16 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Arbhath Mhachra
    
    Chuir mi gach saobh-chreideamh dhan dàrna taobh; tha mi air gu leòr dhen t-saoghal fhaicinn ach am bi fios agam a bheil fìrinn air cùlaibh sgeulachdan dhen leithid. Tha sìthichean a’ fuireach sa choille – feadhainn nach eil càirdeil ma tha fìrinn air cùlaibh nan sgeulachdan ud idir. Tha mi fo chùram a thaobh nan duine agam; cha dèan eich sabaid gu math sa choille agus bidh na sìthichean as cunnartaiche san dùthaich aca fhèin. Ach tha obair ri dèanamh agus ceistean ann a tha feumach air freagairt. Tha rudeigin as motha a’ tachairt. Cha e rud ùr a th’ ann gun cuireadh marbh-dhraoidh sluagh nam bailtean beaga fo mhaoimeadh ach carson nach do sgaoil na searbhantan aige nuair a chaidh a mharbhadh? Càite an dèid iad a-nis? Agus an rud as cudromaiche, carson a thug iad Baran leotha?
    
    A bharrachd air sin… tha mi ag iarraidh gun till mo bhràthair.

note: [side]: type=Elvish Rider, id=Nil-Galion
en: Elves
gd: Sìthichean

note: [side]: type=Elvish Rider, id=Nil-Galion
en: Nil-Galion
gd: Nil-Gailean

note: [side]: type=Dark Adept, id=Muff Toras
en: Kidnappers
gd: Luchd-bruid

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Fight your way through the woods before the kidnappers escape
gd: Thig beò tron choille mus teich an nàmhaid le do bhràthair

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Catch the kidnappers
gd: Glac an luchd-bruid

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the Dark Adept before his reinforcements arrive
gd: Marbh an Eòlach Dubh mus dig am foirlionadh aige

note: [objectives]
en: The Elvish forces are spread out. Seek to fight them one at a time with several of your units.
gd: Tha feachd nan sìthichean sgapte. Feuch an dèan thu sabaid an aghaidh gach aonan dhiubh le iomadh aonad agad fhèin.

note: [objectives]
en: Use horsemen or footpads to quickly explore the shrouded woods to locate the kidnappers.
gd: Cleachd marcaichean no slaightearan gus a’ choille fo sgleò a rùrachadh gu luath ach an lorg thu an luchd-bruid.

note: [objectives]
en: Separate the Dark Adept from his guards and attack in force for an easy kill.
gd: Sgaraich an Eòlach Dubh bho na geàird aige agus gabh orra le neart gus am marbhadh gun duilgheadas.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men. A stroll through such lovely green woods, what could be finer?
gd: Siuthadaibh, ’illean. Nach math sgrìobag a ghabhail tron choille àlainn ghorm seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: You there! Halt and explain yourself.
gd: Sibhse ud thall! Stadaibh ’s mìnichibh na tha sibh ris an-seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: We’re chasing after some men who kidnapped my brother!
gd: Tha sinn an toir air daoine a ghabh greim air mo bhràthair!

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: Those men told me their prisoner had attempted to murder their master, and warned that evil men would follow him. Advance no further, or you will die.
gd: ’S ann gun duirt na daoine ud rium gun do dh’fheuch am prìosanach aca am maighistir a mharbhadh agus thug iad rabhadh dhomh gum biodh daoine olca às an dèidh. Na digibh nas dlùithe no cuiridh sinn bàs oirbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: So much for those ghost stories. Mere elves will not stop me from freeing Baran!
gd: Seo faoinsgeulachdan dhut. Cha chuir sìthiche fon ghrèin stad orm gus Baran a shaoradh!

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: I am glad at least that we will not have to face ghosts. But those elves will have us at a disadvantage; our horses will not maneuver well in the trees.
gd: Tha mi toilichte nach eil taibhsean romhainn co-dhiù. Ach ’s ann oirnne a bhios an èis an aghaidh nan sìthichean; cha ghluais na h-eich againn gu furasta am measg nan craobhan.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Bah, just stay on the paths; our spearmen and bowmen can fight in the deeper woods. We have faced and won through greater perils than those amateurs can offer.
gd: Bath, fuirichibh air na slighean; nì na sleaghairean agus boghadairean againn sabaid sa choille as doimhne. Sheas sinn an aghaidh cunnartan as motha na bheir na h-aineolaich ud dhuinn.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: I see them! There they are!
gd: Chì mi iad! Tha iad an-siud thall!

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Toras
en: Curses! If they had been an hour slower our master’s reinforcements would already be here to meet us.
gd: Mìle mallachd! Nan robh iad uair a thìde na bu shlaodaiche, bhiodh foirlionadh ar maighistir air a thighinn gus coinneachadh rinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men, let’s catch those kidnappers!
gd: Siuthadaibh, ’illean, gabhamaid greim air na sgimilearan!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hah! You have captured me, but it will avail you nothing. I sent your precious brother the mage north with half my men a day since; he will be safely locked away in our master’s dungeons by now.
gd: Tiud! Tha thu air mo ghlacadh ach cha bhi seo gu feum sam bith dhut. Chuir mi do bhràthair, an draoidh prìseil, gu tuath leis an dàrna leth dhe na daoine agam o chionn latha; bidh e air a chur fo ghlas gu sàbhailte a-nis ann an toll-dubh ar maighistir.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My blade is at your throat. Give us the way to my brother now, or I will spill your wretched blood on the ground.
gd: Tha mo lann ri d’ amhach. Innis dhomh càite a bheil mo bhràthair sa bhad no leagaidh mi d’ fhuil dhìblidh.

note: [event]
en: Sithrak
gd: Sithrig

note: [event]
en: Jarlom
gd: Iarlam

note: [event]
en: Hamik
gd: Samaig

note: [event]
en: Akranbral
gd: Acranbral

note: [event]
en: Drakanal
gd: Dracanal

note: [event]
en: Xaskanat
gd: Siasganad

note: [event]
en: Katklagad
gd: Cachlagad

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Three days ride to the northeast, in a deserted castle. The passwords to the guards are $first_password_$first_password and $second_password_$second_password|.
gd: Tha e trì làithean gu ear-thuath air each ann an caisteal trèigte. ’S e $first_password_$first_password agus $second_password_$second_password a tha sna faclan-faire aig na geàird.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Bind him and take him with us. If he has played us false, he will die.
gd: Cuibhrichibh e ’s bheir sinn còmhla rinn e. Ma dh’innis e breug, gheibh e a’ bhàs.

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: Captain, what are we riding into? I thought you wanted nothing to do with Baran any more, not since Toen Caric.
gd: A Chaiptein, dè tha a’ tachairt oirnn? Shaoilinn nach robh gnothach agaibh ri Baran tuilleadh o na thachair air Todhan Carag.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I’m no longer sure. What’s between us remains, but knowing someone else has lain hands on him changes things. Mount up, and let’s get moving.
gd: Chan eil mi cinnteach tuilleadh. Tha a’ chùis eadarainn fhathast, ach dh’atharraich rudan on a chuir cuideigin fo bhruid e. Tiugainn ’s bheir sinn an rathad oirnn.

note: [event]
en: Brena
gd: Bren

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Greetings. I am Brena, a knight errant. I saw you pursuing and fighting the foul undead. Are there more of them to be destroyed?
gd: Haoigh. Is mise Bren, ridire claidheimh. Chunnaic mi gun robh sibh an toir air na closaich olca agus a’ sabaid ’nan aghaidh. A bheil barrachd dhiubh rim milleadh ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. We think there’s a nest of them north-east of here. They’ve captured my brother.
gd: Tha. Saoileamaid gu bheil grunn dhiubh a’ fuireach gu ear-thuath oirnn. Ghlac iad mo bhràthair.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: I bear a great hatred towards their kind. I will follow and fight them with you, if you permit.
gd: Tha fuath ’s gràin agam orra. Leanaidh mi oirbh ach an dèan sinn sabaid ’nan aghaidh còmhla, mas fhaod mi.

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: He would only slow us down!
gd: Cha dèan e ach maille oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is my place to decide this.
gd: Is mise am fear a nì an co-dhùnadh.

note: [option]
en: Oh, all right then. Come along with us.
gd: Ceart gu leòr mar-thà. Thigibh còmhla rinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Thank you. My comrades and I will help you on your noble quest.
gd: Mòran taing. Cuidichidh mi fhìn ’s mo cuideachd dhuibh le ur n-obair uasail.

note: [option]
en: I am sorry. We have not the time to spare.
gd: Tha mi duilich. Chan eil ùine gu leòr againn.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Take this, then, for I see that you are on a quest. My comrades will help you whenever you call for them.
gd: Gabhaibh seo mar-thà on a chunnaic mi gu bheil obair uasail romhaibh. Cuidichidh mo chuideachd sibh uair sam bith a dh’iarras sibh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You receive 70 pieces of gold!
gd: Fhuair thu 70 bonn òir!

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Toras
en: My reinforcements are here!
gd: Thàinig am foirlionadh agam!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: He escaped us...
gd: Theich e uainn…

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: Foolish human, you have killed me but you will not catch the undead in time. I have fulfilled my contract, and will be reanimated soon to become a lord of their armies.
gd: Amadain dhuine, mharbh thu mi ach chan fhaigh thu greim air na closaich ri àm. Choilean mi mo dhleastanas agus thèid m’ ath-bheòthachadh a dh’aithghearr ’s thèid mi ’nam thighearna san fheachd aca.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Follow their back trail!
gd: Leanaibh air na lorgan aca!

note: [scenario]: id=03_Guarded_Castle
en: Guarded Castle
gd: Caisteal fo fhreiceadan

note: [part]
en: 19 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    The last of Mordak’s servants arrived this morning bearing the news of his death, as well as a bundle so well-bound it was barely recognizable as a man. Mordak was always reckless. This whole desperate scheme was his, and I suppose I could blame him for everything that we have suffered through if it still mattered. It was he who brought the wrath of the orcs down on us, too. But all the same, he managed to accomplish what he set out to do. I still cannot believe the finality of what has happened; until now we had always managed to make it through somehow.
    
    We had hoped to deliver the mage to Tairach in return for our lives. I do not know what the warlord wants with this man, but he matches the description. I suppose that Mordak’s plan would have worked perfectly if not for the appearance of the horse warriors. Now they are coming here, led by a man rumored to be this mage’s brother. If that is true, he will stop at nothing, no more than would I if they held Mordak.
gd: 19 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Rotharaig gun chinneadh
    
    Thàinig na searbhantan mu dheireadh aig Mordan madainn an-diugh le naidheachd mu bhàs agus thug iad pasgan dhomh cha mòr nach aithnicheadh tu mar duine. Bhiodh Mordan cion-umhail a-riamh. ’S ann aigesan a bh’ anns na planaichean èiginneach seo agus b’ urrainn dhomh a’ choire a chur air a thaobh na dh’fhulaing sinn nan robh e gu diofar idir a-nis. B’ esan as coireach gun dàinig fuath nan deamhan oirnne cuideachd. Gidheadh, shoirbhich leis na bha fainear dha. Tha e doirbh a chreidsinn fhathast mar a thachair; chaidh leinn air dòigh air choireigin ruige seo.
    
    Bha sinn an dòchas gum b’ urrainn dhuinn an draoidh iomlaid airson ar beathannan agus a thilleadh gu Tarach. Chan eil fios agam carson tha an tighearna-cogaidh ag iarraidh an duine seo ach tha an coltas a th’ air a-rèir an tuairisgeul. Saoilidh mi gun obraicheadh plana Mhordain gu foirfe mura robh na gaisgich air eich ud ann. Nise, on a tha iad gu bhith tighinn oirnn fo stiùireadh dhaoine is easan bràthair an draoidh a-rèir fathainn. Ma tha sin fìor, cha chuir dad stad air mar nach cuireadh ormsa nan robh greim aca air Mordan.

note: [part]
en: 19 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    I have done what I can to fortify this dilapidated castle. The orcs who came with us stand guard at the gates, and I am gathering all of my servants to me in the inner sanctum. But ill fate awaits. Whether I defeat this horse-warrior or no, the orcs will still come for me; they have been scouring the borderlands and raiding the northern farm country in search of us.
    
    Yet for some reason I fear these brothers more. If Mordak were here it would be different, but we are broken... and these two men are whole. In each other, in the ties that bind them, they have strength.
gd: 19 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Rotharaig gun chinneadh
    
    Rinn mi nas urrainn dhomh gus an caisteal robach seo a dhaingneachadh. Tha na deamhain a thàinig còmhla rinn a’ dìon nan geataichean agus tha mi. Co-dhiù an dèan mi a’ chùis air a’ mharcaiche ud gus nach dèan, thig na deamhain às mo dhèidh; tha iad ’gam lorg air feadh nan crìochan agus a’ briseadh a-steach chun nan achaidhean tuathail air mo thoir.
    
    Air adhbhar air choireigin, tha barrachd eagail agam air an dithis bhràithrean seo. Bhiod cùisean nas fhearr nan robh Mordan an-seo, ach chaidh ar briseadh… agus tha an dithis ud slàn fallainn. Tha neart san nasgadh eatorra.

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Rotharik
en: Rotharik
gd: Rotharaig

note: [unit]: role=Guard, id=Guard_leader, type=Assassin [unit]: role=Guard, type=Bandit [unit]: role=Guard2, id=Guard2_leader, type=Rogue [unit]: role=Guard2, type=Bandit
en: Guard
gd: Geàrd

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior
en: Castle Guard
gd: Geàrd a’ chaisteil

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Rescue Baran
gd: Sàbhail Baran

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the dark sorcerer to get the cell key
gd: Marbh am buidseach dubh ach am faigh thu iuchair a’ chealla

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Arvith to the cell with his brother to free him
gd: Gluais Arbhath dhan chealla sa bheil a bhràthair gus a shaoradh

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Baran
gd: Bàs Bharain

note: [objectives]
en: When facing an unknown situation, take into account details from story and dialog to inform your strategy.
gd: Mur eil thu eòlach air an t-suidheachadh, thoir an aire air na chaidh innse dhut san sgeulachd agus sna còmhraidhean mar thaic dhan ro-innleachd agad.

note: [objectives]
en: The dark sorcerer is a strong unit; attack him with multiple units at once and try to force him off his keep.
gd: ’S e aonad neartmhor a tha sa bhuidseach dhubh; thoir ionnsaigh air le iomadh aonad aig an aon àm atha feuch gun doir thu air an daingean fhàgail.

note: [objectives]
en: Markings or decorations on hexes may indicate something to be found. If you can, it is usually a good idea to investigate.
gd: Innsidh comharrachadh no sgeadachadh air sia-cheàrnach dhut gu bheil rudeigin ri lorg annsa, ’s dòcha. ’S e deagh bheachd a th’ ann a dhol ’gan sgrùdadh mas urrainn dhut.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Arvith and his men halt outside of the castle, gazing for a moment at the hulking mass of stone looming in the fog. There is movement in the mist.
gd: Stad Arbhath ’s a chuideachd taobh a-muigh a’ chaisteil, a’ coimhead greis air na clachan mòra a shìn gu h-àrd sa cheò. Ghluais rudeigin san sgleò.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Halt! Friend or foe? Give the password.
gd: Stadaibh! Caraid no nàmhaid? Thoiribh am facal-faire dhomh.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: The password is
gd: Seo am facal-faire:

note: [option]
en: Sithrak!
gd: Sithrig!

note: [option]
en: Jarlom!
gd: Iarlam!

note: [option]
en: Hamik!
gd: Samaig!

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Pass, friend.
gd: Thigibh a-steach, a charaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: The adept didn’t lead us astray after all. I’ll keep my word, distasteful as it may be; cut him loose, and let’s be rid of him.
gd: Cha do chuir an t-eòlach air an fhrith-rathad sinn mar-thà. Cumaidh mi ri m’ fhacal ge b’ oil leam; leigibh fa sgaoil e ’s faigheamaid cuidhteas dheth.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Wrong! Die!
gd: Cearr! Gheibh sibh bàs a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Knago-Brek
en: Haha! We not kill people for long time. Weapon wants blood. We now kill humans!!
gd: Hà hà! ’S ann fhada a bheil mi gun duine a mharbhadh. Tha an t-arm ag iarraidh fuil. Marbhaidh sinn na daoine a-nis!!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My sword-arm has a say in who will do the dying. Come on, men, let’s kill some orcs.
gd: Tha beachd fhèin aig mo ghàirdean-claidheimh air cò gheibh bàs. Tiugainn, ’illean, marbhamaid deamhain.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: One less braggart orc in the world.
gd: Soraidh slàn air a’ bhlaomaire deamhain ud…

note: [message]
en: Captain, what are <i>orcs</i> doing this far south?
gd: A Chaiptein, carson fon ghrèin a tha deamhain air an tighinn cho fada deas?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good question. Perhaps my brother will have found out.
gd: Deagh cheist. ’S dòcha gun d’fhuair mo bhràthair a-mach carson.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Are you our relief arriving? Does this mean we get to leave here now?
gd: An e ar foirlionadh a th’ annaibh? ’Eil ciall dha seo gum faod sinn falbh a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Um, yes. Fine. You can go.
gd: Uill, ’s e. Ceart. Faodaidh sibh falbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Um, you’re supposed to give the password.
gd: Uill, bu chòir dhuibh am facal-faire innse.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Oh, of course. I had nearly forgotten.
gd: Seadh seadh. Dhìochuimhnich mi, gabhaibh mo leisgeul.

note: [option]
en: Akranbral!
gd: Acranbral!

note: [option]
en: Drakanal!
gd: Dracanal!

note: [option]
en: Xaskanat!
gd: Siasganad!

note: [option]
en: Katklagad!
gd: Cachlagad!

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Thanks! Irritating little formality, isn’t it?
gd: Mòran taing! Nach falamh an gnàthas seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: That’s the wrong password! These aren’t our relief! Get them!
gd: Seo am facal-faire cearr! Chan e ar foirlionadh a th’ annta! Gabhaibh orra!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I think I should better support my men at the front to make sure we can free my brother.
gd: Bu chòir dhomh barrachd taic a chur dha mo dhaoine aig an fhronta airson dèanamh cinnteach gun saoraich sinn mo bhràthair.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Your hand or Tairach’s, death is still death... (argh)
gd: Ge b’ e bhuatsa no bho Tharach, ’s e am bàs a th’ ann… (mo chreach)

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ‘Tairach’? Who or what is Tairach?
gd: “Tarach”? Cò “Tarach”?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: There’s a key in his robes.
gd: Tha iuchair san ròb aige.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That may well be the key to the cell they’re holding Baran in! I will take it.
gd: Dh’fhaoidte gur se seo iuchair a’ chealla far a bheil iad a’ cumail Baran! Gabhaidh mi e.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count a hundred pieces of gold.
gd: Seallaibh air na lorg mi an-seo! Chunnt mi ceud bonn òir.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count fifty pieces of gold.
gd: Seallaibh air na lorg mi an-seo! Chunnt mi lethcheud bonn òir.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I found Baran. He is in this cell.
gd: Lorg mi Baran. Tha e sa chealla aige.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s good to see you, Arvith.
gd: ’S math d’ fhaicinn, Arbhaith.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: And you too, brother.
gd: Agus thu fhèin, a bhràthair.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: You must be one of Arvith’s men. Please help me get out of this dungeon.
gd: Feumaidh gur e duine Arbhaith a th’ annad. An cuidich thu mi faighinn a-mach às an toll-dubh seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: The accursed dark sorcerer Rotharik has imprisoned me behind this magically enhanced iron gate. It can only be opened with the correct key. You must get it from him to free me.
gd: Chuir am buidseach dubh Rotharaig ann am prìosan mi air cùlaibh a’ gheata iarainn dhraoidhich seo. Cha ghabh fhosgladh ach leis an iuchair cheart. Feumaidh tu a faighinn uaithe mus urrainn dhut mo shaoradh.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I have already met, and killed, the sorcerer. Is this the key to which you referred?
gd: Thachair mi air a’ bhuidseach mar-thà is chuir mi às dha. An e seo an iuchair air a tha thu a-mach?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Yes, it is. Come, unlock this cell door, and let us depart this place, brother!
gd: ’S e gu dearbh. Siuthad, fosgail doras a’ chealla ach an teich sinn on àite seo, a bhràthair!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for saving me. I... was not certain you would come.
gd: Mòran taing airson mo shàbhaladh. Cha… cha robh mi cinnteach an digeadh tu.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Have you no faith in your brother, Baran?
gd: Nach eil earbsa agad ’nad bhràthair, a Bharain?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s not that. Perhaps I deserved to rot here. I failed you. I failed you again.
gd: Chan e sin as coireach. ’S dòcha gun robh mi làn-araidh air bàs fhaighinn an-seo. Dh’fhàillig mi thu. Dh’fhàillig mi a-rithist.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That is as may be. But you are my brother still. And... I never doubted you would have come for me.
gd: Gidheadh, ’s e mo bhràthair a th’ annad. Agus… cha robh mi fo amharas a-riamh nach digeadh tu nam b’ urrainn dhut.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It was no great trial, after all. A few elves, one or two dark sorcerers, a gang of orcs and some undead. Really just a day’s work for the company.
gd: Chan e obair chruaidh a bh’ ann co-dhiù. Cuid a shìthichean, buidseach dubh no dhà, buidheann de dheamhain agus beagan chlosaich. Chan e ach obair latha a th’ ann dhan chuideachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for coming to my aid. Let us return to the village.
gd: Mòran taing gun dàinig sibh gus mo chuideachadh. Tilleamaid dhan bhaile.

note: [unit]: id=Rotharik, type=Orcish Assassin
en: Minion of Tairach
gd: Basaille Tharaich

note: [message]: speaker=Rotharik
en: You are too late! Your brother is already dead! Muahahaha...!
gd: Tha thu ro anmoch! Tha do bhràthair marbh mu thràth! Muahahaha…!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Argh!!
gd: Oich!!

note: [scenario]: id=04_Return_to_the_Village
en: Return to the Village
gd: Tilleadh dhan bhaile

note: [part]
en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Almost home now. The last week has been full of mixed feelings for me — blissful and difficult by turns. It was wonderful to be out of that dungeon cell and in the sunlight again without the threat of death or worse hanging over my head... but with that behind me, I turned to the almost equally daunting task of making amends with my brother.
    
    Arvith had largely forgiven me by the time he freed me from my cell. All the same, it has taken all of the past week for us to rebuild the sense of comfort in each other we once had. It is fortunate that we have been able to take our time getting back — we gave the Grey Woods a wide berth, and on our way around it we traveled through some truly beautiful countryside. It has given us plenty of time to talk.
gd: 27 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Baran Mhachra
    
    Cha mhòr gu bheil sinn aig an taigh a-nis. Chaidh m’ fhaireachdainnean troimhe chèile san t-seachdain seo chaidh – an dà chuid toilichte is brònach. Bha e mìorbhaileach teicheadh às a cheala san toll-dubh agus a bhith fo sholas na grèine a-rithist gun eagal air a’ bhàs no rudan nas miosa orm… ach às dèidh sin, bha obair chruaidh eile romham agus sin cùis mo bhràthar a rèiteachadh.
    
    San fharsaingeachd, bha Arbhath air mathanas a thoirt dhomh mar-thà nuair a shaoraich e on chealla mi. Aig an aon àm, cha robh sinn glè chofhurtail le càch a chèile fhathast rè na ciad seachdaine. Tha e fortanach gun dug e fada tilleadh – sheachnaich sinn a’ Choille Ghlas agus chaidh sinn tro thìr bhrèagha àlainn air an t-slighe. Thug seo ùine gu leòr dhuinn airson bruidhinn.

note: [part]
en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Though I am more at ease now, my thoughts often turn back to Toen Caric. We should have been able to repel the orcs without great loss — the pincer attack Arvith devised would surely have carried the day but for me. It was reckless of me to leave my men behind — I wounded the warlord and forced him to flee the field, but the cost far outweighed the gain. Those under my command could have been saved if I had remained with them.
    
    I can hardly blame Arvith for having taken their deaths ill, and I can never undo the wrong that I have done, but I suppose that time heals some things. We return to the village as brothers once more.
    
    But I am still troubled. I wonder... is this sense of foreboding I feel merely a remnant of my time locked away in that dungeon, or is it a sign of something real?
gd: 27 V, 363 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Baran Mhachra
    
    Ged a tha mi a’ faireachdainn nas fhoiseile a-nis, bidh mi a’ smaoineachadh air Todhan Carag gu tric. Bu chòir gun robh sinn air ruaig a chur air na deamhain gun chall mòr – rachadh an latha leinn on a bha deagh innleachd aig Arbhath ach dh’fhàillig mi. Dh’fhàg mi mo dhaoine gun umhal – leòin mi an tighearna-cogaidh gus an do theich e ach is daoir a cheannaich sinn sin. Bhiodh na daoine fo mo stiùireadh air an sàbhaladh nan robh mi air fuireach còmhla riutha.
    
    Chan urrainn dhomh a’ choire a chur air Arbhath gun robh e feargach mu bhàs nan daoine sin agus chan urrainn dhomh na rinn mi a chur gu ceart gu bràth tuilleadh ach slànaichidh an ùine cuir a lotan. Tha sinn a’ tilleadh dhan bhaile ’nar bràithrean a-rithist.
    
    Ach tha mi fo uallach fhathast. Saoil… a bheil an ro-eòlas a tha ag iadhadh orm air adhbhar ’s gun robh mi glaiste san toll-dubh ud, no an e rud fìrinneach a th’ ann?

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tairach
en: Tairach
gd: Tarach

note: [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Reeve Hoban
gd: Bàillidh Toban

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find out what is happening in the village
gd: Faigh a-mach na tha a’ tachairt sa bhaile

note: [objectives]
en: Recruit or Recall some high-move units to be able to see as far as possible through the fog for approaching units.
gd: Trus no ais-ghairm aonadan le gluasad fada ach an dèan thu faire farsaing air a’ cheò airson aonadan a thig ort.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There. The village is just across those hills, and already I see men coming to greet us!
gd: An-siud thall. Chan eil am baile ach thar nan cnoc ud agus chì mi daoine a’ tighinn a chur fàilte oirnn mar-thà!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No, they are fleeing from something. We must find out what is happening over there!
gd: Chan e sin a th’ ann, tha iad a’ teicheadh o rudeigin. Feumaidh sinn faighinn a-mach dè tha a’ tachairt thall!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Men! Ready your arms!
gd: A dhaoinibh! Togamaid airm!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: We should find Reeve Hoban. Maybe he knows what is going on here.
gd: Bu chòir dhuinn am bàillidh Toban a lorg. ’S dòcha gum bi fios aigesan dè tha a’ tachairt an-seo.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: We’re almost there!
gd: Tha sinn cha mhòr ann!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: That warlord! It’s...
gd: An tighearna-cogaidh ud! ’S e…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Yes, I’d know that face anywhere. Especially after what you did to it.
gd: Seadh, aithnichinn an t-aodann sin àite sam bith. Gu h-àraidh às dèidh na rinn thu air.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: The warlord from Toen Caric.
gd: An tighearna-cogaidh à Todhan Carag.

note: [message]: speaker=Tairach
en: You! The mage who scarred me with fire! KILL THEM!
gd: Thusa! An draoidh a chuir eàrra orm le teine! CUIRIBH ÀS DHAIBH!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Let’s finish what we started, brother.
gd: Cuireamaid crìoch air na tòisich sinn, a bhràthair.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. I’ll be the right arm, and you’ll be the left. Let’s go!
gd: Cuireamaid. Bidh mise air an taobh deas is tusa air an taobh clì. Tiugainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: I am glad to see you returned.
gd: Tha mi toilichte gun do thill sibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No gladder than I am to be here. But what has happened to Maghre?
gd: Tha agus mise. Nise, dè dh’èirich dha Mhachra?

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: Soon after you departed we were beset by orcs. With half the men of Maghre gone, we could not stop them.
gd: Dìreach nuair a bha sibh air falbh, thàinig na deamhain oirnn. On a dh’fhalbh an dàrna leth dhe dhaoine Mhachra, cha b’ urrainn dhuinn stad a chur orra.

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: The orcish warlord aims to enslave us. We will not be able to hold out for much longer.
gd: Tha tighearna-cogaidh nan deamhan airson ar cur fo thràilleachd. Cha seas sinn mòran nas fhaide.

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: Have a care, his men are fell fighters and have killed many. Very few remain who can bear arms, but I will send them to aid you in battle.
gd: Thoiribh an aire, tha na daoine aige glè mhath air sabaid agus chuir iad mòran gu bàs. Chan eil ach cuid againn air fhàgail a tha comasach air sabaid ach cuiridh mi iad còmhla ribh airson ur cuideachadh air a’ bhlàr.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay the Orcish Warlord to free the village
gd: Cuir às dhan Tighearna-cogaidh Deamhain gus am baile a shaoradh

note: [objectives]
en: You can use Reeve Hoban’s keep to recruit or recall additional units.
gd: Cleachd daingeann a’ bhàillidh Thobain gus barrachd aonadan a thrusadh no ais-ghairm.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is finished. We’ve defeated him at last. It was good to have you at my side, Baran.
gd: Sin sin. Chuir sinn ruaig air mu dheireadh thall. Bha e math gun robh thu ri mo thaobh, a Bharain.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: So much has been destroyed. It will be difficult to repair all that the orcs and undead have wrecked. And they could come again.
gd: Chaidh sgrios mòr a dhèanamh. Bidh e doirbh a h-uile càil a chàradh a mhill na deamhain is na closaich. Agus dh’fhaoidte gun till iad.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I must go back to earning my living. But we have our amulets, little brother. If you are beset again, I will come.
gd: Feumaidh mi tilleadh dham bheò-shlàint. ach tha na seuntan againn, a bhràthair bhig. Thig mi ma bhios tu fo èiginn a-rithist.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I don’t think we can rescue anyone from these villages. It is too late.
gd: Cha chreid mi gur urrainn dhuinn duine sam bith a shàbhaladh sna bailtean seo. Tha e ro anmoch.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I was too weak to protect these people. Oh, why did this happen to me?!
gd: Bha mi ro lag gus na daoine seo a dhìon. Och, carson an do dh’èirich sin dhuinn?

note: [scenario]: id=05_Epilogue
en: A Tale of Two Brothers — Epilogue
gd: Sgeulachd dithis bhràithrean — Crìoch-sgeòil

note: [part]
en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    Maghre is looking much better than the last time I saw it. Baran has done wonders in two years. The village is rebuilt, and the surrounding farmlands are restored and reoccupied. Despite my brother’s worries, our people have faced no new threats in that time.
    
    It has been more difficult to stay away in those two years, but I have my calling and Baran has his, and we have had little opportunity to meet again. But as the company and I are passing through this part of the kingdom with a new patron, I have asked leave of him to visit my brother and he gave it.
gd: 22 IX, 365 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Arbhath Mhachra
    
    Tha coltas mòran nas fhearr air Machra nan robh an turas mu dheireadh a chunnaic mi e. ’S iongantach na rinn Baran am broinn dà bhliadhna. Tha am baile air ath-thogail agus tha daoine a’ fuireach sna tuathanasan timcheall air a-rithist. Ged a bha mo bhràthair fo uallach, cha dàinig èiginn eile air ar mhuinntir san àm sin.
    
    Bha e cruaidh orm a’ bhith a’ cumail air falbh fad dà bhliadhna ach tha obair eile agam na tha aig Baran agus cha bhi cothrom againn tachairt ri chèile gu tric. Ach on a tha a’ chuideachd agam a’ siubhal tron sgìre seo fo phàtran ùr, dh’fhaighnich mi dha am faodainn fòrladh fhaighinn gus tadhal air mo bhràthair agus thug e cead dhomh.

note: [part]
en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    This patron is, of all things, an elf. I never thought I’d befriend one, but he is less arrogant than the rest. Kalenz, he calls himself. He’s seen too much; I can tell that just by meeting his eyes. I think we will have to work for our pay soon.
    
    In the meantime, though, it’s good to relax and enjoy the peace.
gd: 22 IX, 365 BB
    Earrann san leabhar-latha aig Arbhath Mhachra
    
    Nach neònach gur e sìthiche a tha sa phàtran ud? Cha shaoilinn a-riamh gum b’ urrainn do chàirdeas a bhith agam le sìthiche ach chan eil e cho àrdanach ’s a tha càch. ’S e Calans a th’ air. Chunnaic e cus sa bheatha; chì mi sin ’na shùilean. Saoilidh mi gum bi againn ri obair a dhèanamh a dh’aithghearr airson a’ phàighidh a gheibh sinn.
    
    Co-dhiù no co-dheth, tha e math beagan fois agus tlachd fhaighinn às an t-sìth san eadar-àm.

en: Arvith
gd: Arbhath

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All is lost now that I am dead...
gd: Chaill sinn a h-uile càil ’s mi marbh…

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It is over, I am vanquished.
gd: Sin e, chaidh cur às dhomh.

en: Hint:
gd: Gliocas:
