wescamp-i 18n - en to la translation catalogue (181 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: A Tale of Two Brothers
la: Fabula Duorum Fratrum

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: AToTB
la: FDF

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Horseman
la: Eques

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Knight
la: Eques Ordinis

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?
la: Magus malum parvo pago Magerhis et incolis minatur. Magus pagi Baranus e fratre bellatore auxilium petit, sed rem male gerebat. Potesne subvenire?

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: (Novice level, 4 scenarios.)
la: (Ordo facilis, IV scaenaria.)

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
la: Forma Militiae

note: [about]
en: Prose and Story Edits
la: Verba Soluta et Mutationes Fabulae

note: [about]
en: Campaign Maintenance
la: Conservatio Militiae

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
la: Imagines

note: [about]
en: Miscellaneous
la: Alia

note: [entry]
en: And special thanks to everyone else who I forgot to mention.
la: Et multas gratias pro omnibus mei oblitiis agitur.

note: [scenario]: id=01_Rooting_Out_a_Mage
en: Rooting Out a Mage
la: Magum Reperiens

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.
la: Olim fundi liberi Magerhis in finibus occidentibus Regni Vesnotei longinquique pacati fuerunt, pleraeque incolarum nesciae rerum publicarum. Bella et opinies bellorum illos non attigerunt, usque donec magus ater in regione sedavit ac victimas pro peccatis petere coepit.

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.
la: Ossa cadaveraque pecora trucidaverunt et agros arserunt. <i>“Timete,”</i> cruenta clamare <i>“Pareteque Mordaccho Mago!”</i> dum nefas facere. Populus sic e fundis deviis evanuit; viri mulieresque noctem metuere coeperant, ac liberi dies clarum. Sed proximus dominus a magis quam die equitandi distare, nec nuntii missi subsidium eius petitum redierunt.

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.
la: Erat vir Baranus nomine artem temptatus dum magus iuvenis, nam ad Scholam Magnam Alduini progressus, et in patria artem magicam usum redivit. Quare populus illum prospicebant ut se adiuvaret et duceret. Etiam arma neglectum avorum invenit in multis domibus pendentes, itaque paganos iussit ea sumere et abluere limareque: fabros Magerhis hastas securesque ceteris facere.

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.
la: Iam Barano frater Arvitius nomine erat, quoque e Magerhe divitiis egressus, et dux manus equitum pro custodibus mercatoribus locantium factus est. Omnibus bene erat, cum Baranus magus discipulus esset, duo amuleta ipsi fratrique fecisse, quibus subsidio indigens utrumque vocarent, etiam Barnus vocavit.

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.
la: XII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magehris
    
    Utinam cum isto ‘Mordaccho’ certare possit! Puto magiam meam fortior eo esse. Sed in collibus sedat, bene servis defensus, et colloco paganos territos ut ferro ac baculo eos pugnent. Egeo fratro; ille semper melius quam ego pugnabat.
    
    Audietne vocatus? Nescio utrum amuletum tenuerit; non locuti sumus quo die malo Toeni Carici. Si mihi non venerit, fortasse redibit ad pagum nostrum adiutum cum tempus fatale attingat.

note: [part]
en: Heeding the call of his amulet, Arvith gathered such men as he could and hurried to Maghre to help Baran.
la: Arvitius amuletum vocatus audiens, quosdam quam celerrime vires civit et Magehri Barano festinavit subventum.

note: [side] [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Humans
la: Homines

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

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Mordak
en: Mordak
la: Mordacchus

note: [event]
en: Alwyn
la: Alvynius

note: [event]
en: Brent
la: Brentus

note: [event]
en: Cadell
la: Cadellus

note: [event]
en: Dannen
la: Dannenus

note: [event]
en: Efran
la: Efranius

note: [event]
en: Faren
la: Farenus

note: [event]
en: Tarek
la: Tarecus

note: [event]
en: Hann
la: Hannus

note: [event]
en: Magrid
la: Magridius

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay Mordak, the evil mage
la: Magum malum Mordacchum occidere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Arvith
la: Mors Arvitii

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Greetings, brother, and welcome home.
la: Te saluto, frater, et domus.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Hail.
la: Ave.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Is that all, Arvith? I understand, but...
la: Tantum est, Arviti? Intellego, sed...

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: You called, and I came; be content with that. What ails Maghre?
la: Vocavisti, et veni; sis contentus. Quid Magehre polluit?

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.
la: Possum tactum Mordacchi foedi in canalibus secretis terrae aerisque sentire. Alicubi adhuc boream adest, dicam non magis quam biduum equitandi.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All right. I will do this for the village. Can you keep the mage off our backs?
la: Esto. Pro pago agam. Potesne magum resistere?

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?
la: Furtim cum manu spectatorum silvicolarumque optimorum ibo. Dum contra eum consistetis et creata interficietis, tempore Mordacchum ipsum magia vincere conabo. Dextra eris, pars laeva ero... fietne, frater?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ... Aye. Just make sure you’re there when we need you.
la: ... Aio. Modo fac ut adsis cum necesse sit.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran should be in position by now. Press them, distract the adept so Baran can spring his trap!
la: Baranus iam paratus esse debet. Eos persequimini, adseculam distrahite ut Baranus insidiis utatur!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran has not made his attack!
la: Baranus non impetum fecit!

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: Could he have abandoned us?
la: Deseruistine nos?

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.
la: Nego... Nego. Non tantum est. Ille mihi curae est... sed nunc signat nos ipsos Mordacchum delere debere.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Argh!
la: A!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good work, men! But what has become of my brother?
la: Optime, viri! Sed quid fratri meo accidit?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Worried about him, are you? E-he-he... hergh... gaargh...
la: Nonne anxius es? Hahahae... hergh... gaargh...

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There’s nothing more to be had from this one; we will have to search for Baran ourselves!
la: Numquam hic dicet; Baranum nos ipsi debemus!

note: [message]: role=Reporter
en: Sir, our scouts report that Baran was seen captured and carried away further north!
la: Domine, spectatores dicunt Baranum captum videri et longe ad septentrionem auferri!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That they should dare this! We will give chase at once.
la: Hoc audere! Statim illos fugemus.

note: [message]: speaker=Mordak
en: Your brother’s plan to ambush me has failed. He is our prisoner now.
la: Consilio frater defuit mei capiendi. Iam captivus nostris est.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My brother, kidnapped? I have failed you, Baran! And even now Mordak’s forces descend upon the village!
la: Fratremne, captum? Tibi defui, Barane! Etiam nunc copiae Mordacchi in pagum descendunt!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I hear these creatures are nigh-immune to our weapons, let us see!
la: Audio has beluas fere tela nostra non sentire, inveniamus!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: That was not so hard!
la: Facile factu!

note: [scenario]: id=02_The_Chase
en: The Chase
la: Venatio

note: [part]
en: Arvith and his band rode north in search of his missing brother.
la: Arvitius manusque ad boream equitavit fratrem amissum inventum.

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.
la: XVI V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Arvitii Magehris
    
    Tres dies Baranum petivimus, et nil invenimus. Opinatus sum nos in finibus debuisse, ubi servi venefici tute latere possunt; ubique plus arvorum adsunt. Primum putavi petendum inutile esse, sed primum diem vestigia invenimus. Nonnulla pedibus osseis facta sunt.
    
    Adeo adiacemus ut nunc pro certo habeamus: vestigia Silvae Lividae appropinquant. Ne quis ex Magehri nec ullo pago adeo in illam silvam iit memoria mei. Saecula fabulae narratae sunt quae monent, ne quis adhuc eat. Fertur locum ab animis amissis viventium cupidis frequentari, et aliquid ibi morientem velut illos facturum esse.

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.
la: XVI V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Sed iam superstitionem veto; satis mundi vidi ut vera qualium fabularum sciam. Silva sedes dryadalium est — hostiles, si saltem fabulae ullo modo vera dicunt. Meis curae sunt; equi male in silva pugnant, et dryadales in terra propria magis periculosi erunt. Sed agendum est respondendumque. Aliquis gravior est. Non mirandum est si unus venificus oppidanos vastat, sed illo interfecto cur servi non dimiserunt? Iam quo vadent? Ac cur Baranum secum duxerunt?
    
    Etenim... volo fratrem videre.

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

note: [side]: type=Elvish Rider, id=Nil-Galion
en: Nil-Galion
la: Nilus Galionis

note: [side]: type=Dark Adept, id=Muff Toras
en: Muff Toras
la: Muffus Toras

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Fight your way through the woods before the kidnappers escape
la: Pro via per silvas pugnare priusquam abripientes effugere

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Catch the kidnappers
la: Abripientes capere

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the Dark Adept before his reinforcements arrive
la: Adseculam Venefici occidere priusquam copiae novae adveniunt

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men. A stroll through such lovely green woods, what could be finer?
la: Agitedum. Nonne ambulare per tantum amoenum silvam viridem perbene est?

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: You there! Halt and explain yourself.
la: Tu! Siste et te explica.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: We’re chasing after some men who kidnapped my brother!
la: Persequimur homines qui fratrem meum abripuerunt!

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.
la: Isti me dixerunt captivum erum occidere conatos esse, et monitos esse malos eum secuturos esse. Manete, ne moriantur.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: So much for those ghost stories. Mere elves will not stop me from freeing Baran!
la: Fabulae phasmarum, malum. Dryadales me non prohibebunt quin Barano subveniam!

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.
la: Gaudeo saltem quod sunt nullae phasmae certandae. Sed dryadales nobis praestent; equi nostri male in his arboribus ibunt.

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.
la: Fu, modo manete in viis; hastati nostri et sagittarii in silvis penitis pugnare possunt. Certavimus viximusque peiores pericula quam illos tirones dare possunt.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: I see them! There they are!
la: Eos vidi! Ecce hem!

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.
la: Malum! Si lentius ivissent novae copiae eri iam adirent nos coniunctum.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men, let’s catch those kidnappers!
la: Porro, viri, capiamus abripientes!

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.
la: Ha! Vos me cepisti, sed haudquaquam proderit. Frater amatus misi abhinc unum diem cum dimidio meorum ad boream; tute in carcere eri conclaudetur.

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.
la: Gladius meus ante teum gutturem. Ostende viam ad fratrem, aut humum cruorem effundam.

note: [event]
en: Sithrak
la: Sithracchus

note: [event]
en: Eleben
la: Elebenis

note: [event]
en: Jarlom
la: Iarlon

note: [event]
en: Hamik
la: Hamiccus

note: [event]
en: Xaskanat
la: Xaskanas

note: [event]
en: Katklagad
la: Kataklagadus

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Bind him and take him with us. If he has played us false, he will die.
la: Illum vincite et nobiscum ducite. Si mentitus est, morietur.

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.
la: Dux, quo vademus? Putavi te Baranum videre nolere, ex quo res Toeni Carici.

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.
la: Non iam pro certo habeo. Quod accidit manet, sed, scire alium illi iniustiam agere, res vertet. In equum ascendite, ac pergamus.

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?
la: Avete. Brena sum, eques errans. Vos vidi persequentes inmortus foedos pugnantesque. Suntne plures delenda?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. We think there’s a nest of them north-east of here. They’ve captured my brother.
la: Aio. Putamus latibulum inter orientem et septentrionem adesse. Isti fratrem meum abripuerunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: I bear a great hatred towards their kind. I will follow and fight them with you, if you permit.
la: Magnum istos odi. Vos sequar et vobiscum pugnabo, tua venia.

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: He would only slow us down!
la: Tantum nos moretur!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is my place to decide this.
la: Mihi decernendum est.

note: [option]
en: Oh, all right then. Come along with us.
la: Bene, venite nobiscum.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Thank you. My comrades and I will help you on your noble quest.
la: Tibi gratias ago. Ego et socii te adiuvabunt in militia nobili.

note: [option]
en: I am sorry. We have not the time to spare.
la: Me paenitet. Nullum tempus nobis est.

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.
la: Hoc accipe, tunc, quia video te in miltia esse. Socii te adiuvabunt cum vocas.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You receive 70 pieces of gold!
la: LXX nummos auri accipis!

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Toras
en: My reinforcements are here!
la: Copiae novae adsunt!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: He escaped us...
la: Nos effugit...

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.
la: Asine, me occidisti, sed non tempore inmortus attinges. Pactum complevi, et mox iterum animatus dominus exercituum fiam.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Follow their back trail!
la: Sequemini vestigia!

note: [scenario]: id=03_Guarded_Castle
en: Guarded Castle
la: Castellum Defensum

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Rotharik
en: Rotharik
la: Rotharicus

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
la: Custos

note: [unit]: id=Knago-Brek, type=Orcish Warrior
en: Knago-Brek
la: Gnago Breccus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior
en: Castle Guard
la: Custos Castelli

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Rescue Baran
la: Barano subvenire

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the dark sorcerer to get the cell key
la: Veneficum occidere ut clavem carpas

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Arvith to the cell with his brother to free him
la: Arvitium ad carcerem movere ut fratrem liberet

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Baran
la: Mors Barani

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.
la: Arvitius suique castellum extra desistunt, aspicientes molem immanem in caligine eminentes. Est motus in nebula.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Halt! Friend or foe? Give the password.
la: Sisti! Amicusne an inimicus? Tesseram da.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: The password is
la: Tessera est

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Pass, friend.
la: Praeteri, amice.

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.
la: Ita adsecula nos non fefellit. Sponso parebo, tamen odiosum; illum solve, et dimitte.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Wrong! Die!
la: Falsum! Morere!

note: [message]: speaker=Knago-Brek
en: Haha! We not kill people for long time. Weapon wants blood. We now kill humans!!
la: Hahae! Homines non diu interfecimus. Telum cruorem cupit. Nunc occidimus homines!!

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.
la: Lacerti mei quem morte afficiunt! Venite viri, occidamus orces.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: One less braggart orc in the world.
la: Igitur unus mortuus est gloriosus.

note: [message]
en: Captain, what are <i>orcs</i> doing this far south?
la: Dux, quare <i>orces</i> adeo in septentrionalia adsunt?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good question. Perhaps my brother will have found out.
la: Bene dicis. Fortasse frater meus scit.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Are you our relief arriving? Does this mean we get to leave here now?
la: Suntne novae copiae nostrum? Possumusne nunc exire?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Um, yes. Fine. You can go.
la: Mmm, ita. Bene. Exite.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Um, you’re supposed to give the password.
la: Um, debes tesseram dicere.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Oh, of course. I had nearly forgotten.
la: O, sane, haud multum afuit quin obliviscerer.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Thanks! Irritating little formality, isn’t it?
la: Gratias! Nonne ritiolus molestus est?

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: That’s the wrong password! These aren’t our relief! Get them!
la: Tessera falsa est! Non sunt novae copiae! Hos capite!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I think I should better support my men at the front to make sure we can free my brother.
la: Puto me meos in acie adiuvare debere ut certo fratrem meum solvant.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Your hand or Tairach’s, death is still death... (argh)
la: Sive manu tui sive Tairachi, etiam mors est mors... (ah)

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ‘Tairach’? Who or what is Tairach?
la: ‘Tairachus’? Quis est Tairachus?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: There’s a key in his robes.
la: Est clavis in vestimento.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That may well be the key to the cell they’re holding Baran in! I will take it.
la: Debet clavis carceri ubi Baranum tenent esse! Capiam.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count a hundred pieces of gold.
la: Ecce quod hic inveni! Numero centum nummos auri.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count fifty pieces of gold.
la: Ecce quod inveni! Numero quinquaginta nummos auri.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I found Baran. He is in this cell.
la: Baranum inveni. Est in hoc clauso.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s good to see you, Arvith.
la: Te videre gaudeo, Arviti.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: And you too, brother.
la: Et te, frater.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: You must be one of Arvith’s men. Please help me get out of this dungeon.
la: Nonne est unus Arvitii? Amabo, adiuva me ut ex carcere exeam.

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.
la: Veneficus damnatus Rotharicus me conclausit trans portam ferream atque magicam. Quae tantum recta clave aperiri potest. Clavis capienda est.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for saving me. I... was not certain you would come.
la: Tibi gratias ago quia me servavisti. Non... pro certo habui te venire.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Have you no faith in your brother, Baran?
la: Nonne fratro credis, Barane?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s not that. Perhaps I deserved to rot here. I failed you. I failed you again.
la: Non tantum est. Fortasse me decet hic emori. Tibi defui. Iterumque defui.

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.
la: Fiat. At etiam frater mi es. Ac... numquam dubito quin mihi venires.

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.
la: Nullum periculum erat, nonnulli dryadalium, unus duove veneficiorum, manus orcium, et nonnulli inmortuum. Vix dies laboris mercennariis.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for coming to my aid. Let us return to the village.
la: Gratias ago subvenio. Redeamus ad pagum.

note: [message]: speaker=Rotharik
en: You are too late! Your brother is already dead! Muahahaha...!
la: Seri estis! Iam mortuus est frater! Muhahahae...!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Argh!!
la: A!!

note: [scenario]: id=04_Return_to_the_Village
en: Return to the Village
la: Regressus ad Pagum

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.
la: XXVII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magerhis
    
    Paene adiemus. Hoc tempus mihi plenum sensuum variorum est — invicem felix difficilis. A carcere isto abesse et sub luce sive sine morte minace sive peiore pendente super capite beatus erat... sed illo facto, curavi ut cum fratre meo pacatus essem, factum aequaliter eminens.
    
    Arnis post fere me donaverat quam me a clauso liberavit. Tamen, omnem tempus carpsimus ut solacium olim inter se restituamus. Beatus sum, quia lente ire potuimus — Silvam Lividam evitavimus, et in itinere per amoenissimum rurem ibamus. Quare tempus loqui.

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?
la: XXVII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magerhis
    
    Etsi securior sum, saepe cogito Toenum Caricum. Orces sine multa morte depellere possemus — acies sinuata Arnis certe vicisset sine me. Relinquere meos audax erat — bellipotentem vulneravi et a campo effugere coegit, sed sumptus maiore fructu erat. Illi me recti servati essent si secum manuissem.
    
    Vix Arvitio culpam dare possum mortes inviso, et numquam colligere possum nefas actum, sed opinor tempus sanare. Ad pagum fratres rursus redimus.
    
    Sed etiam anxius sum. Cogito... estne sensus ominis modo vestigium carceris, aut signum verum?

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tairach
en: Tairach
la: Tairachus

note: [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Reeve Hoban
la: Hobanus Praefectus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find out what is happening in the village
la: Quid accidit in pago aperire

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There. The village is just across those hills, and already I see men coming to greet us!
la: Ecce. Pagus trans hos colles est, etiam video viros venientes nos salutatum!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No, they are fleeing from something. We must find out what is happening over there!
la: Non salutatum. Ab aliquo fugiunt. Oportet invenire quid accidit illic!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Men! Ready your arms!
la: Viri! Parate arma!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: We should find Reeve Hoban. Maybe he knows what is going on here.
la: Debemus Praefactum Hobanum invenire. Fortasse intellegit quid hic accidit.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: We’re almost there!
la: Adiacemus!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: That warlord! It’s...
la: Bellipotentem! Est...

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Yes, I’d know that face anywhere. Especially after what you did to it.
la: Est, sciam alicubi faciem. Praesertim ideo quod illam violavisti.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: The warlord from Toen Caric.
la: Bellipotens a Toeno Carico.

note: [message]: speaker=Tairach
en: You! The mage who scarred me with fire! KILL THEM!
la: Te! Magus me igne vexatus! EOS TRUCIDATE!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Let’s finish what we started, brother.
la: Finiamus quod incepimus, frater.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. I’ll be the right arm, and you’ll be the left. Let’s go!
la: Aio. Dextra ero, et pars laeva eris. Agedum!

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: I am glad to see you returned.
la: Gaudeo quod redisti.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No gladder than I am to be here. But what has happened to Maghre?
la: Non magis quam ego vivus. Sed quid Magerhi accidit?

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.
la: Simulac existis ab orcibus expugnabamus. Dimiduo virum Magerhi cesso, resistere non potuimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: The orcish warlord aims to enslave us. We will not be able to hold out for much longer.
la: Orx bellipotens nos in servitutem ducere vult. Non poterimus diu resistere.

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.
la: Praecave, sui feroces et multos occiderunt. Pauci sunt qui arma gerere possint, sed illos mittam te in pugna adiutum.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay the Orcish Warlord to free the village
la: Orcem Bellipotentem occidere ut pagum liberes

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is finished. We’ve defeated him at last. It was good to have you at my side, Baran.
la: Finitum est. Denique vicimus. Mihi conspectus tuus placebat, Barane.

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.
la: Tantum perditur. Difficile erit damna orcium et inmortuum purgare. Ac fortasse redibunt.

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.
la: Redire oportet est. Sed amuleta nostra habemus, Biarnule. Si quis te pugnaverit, veniam.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I don’t think we can rescue anyone from these villages. It is too late.
la: Non puto nos aliquem e pagis servare posse. Serum est.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I was too weak to protect these people. Oh, why did this happen to me?!
la: Nimium debilis fui ut populum defendissem. O, cur mihi accidit?!

note: [scenario]: id=05_Epilogue
en: A Tale of Two Brothers — Epilogue
la: Fabula Duorum Fratrum — Epilogus

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.
la: XX IX, AVC CCCLXV
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Magerhe valde melior videtur ex quo redivi. Baranus mira duobus annis fecit. Pagus iterum aedificatus est, et fundi continentes restituti receptique sunt. Tamen frater anxius erat, hinc populus noster nullo periculo obviam ierunt.
    
    Magis dificilior erat, ut illos duos annos distem, sed officium est mihi sibique, et erat nulla facultas rursrum conventum. Sed quod mercennarii egoque cum patrono novo per hanc partem regni eunt, petivi, venia sua, ut fratrem videam, et ita dedit.

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.
la: XXII IX, AVC CCCLXV
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Hic patronus mire dryadales est. Numquam putabam me amicum uni fore, sed minor superbus ceteris est. Calens, ut se vocat. Nimis vidit; sentio oculos aspiciendo. Puto nos mox stipendio laborare debere.
    
    Saltem bonum est quiescere et pacem uti.

en: Arvith
la: Arvitius

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All is lost now that I am dead...
la: Omnis perit quia morior...

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It is over, I am vanquished.
la: Finitum est, victus sum.

note: [unit]: id=Baran, type=Red Mage
en: Baran
la: Baranus
