gl_ES - en to gl translation catalogue (305 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness [scenario]: id=11_Descent_into_Darkness, id=Mal Keshar
en: Descent into Darkness
gl: O descenso á escuridade

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: DiD
gl: DE

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: (Normal)
gl: (normal)

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: Neophyte
gl: Aprendiz

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: (Challenging)
gl: (esixente)

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: Evoker
gl: Invocador

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: (Difficult)
gl: (difícil)

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: Summoner
gl: Convocador

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: Learn the dark arts of necromancy in order to save your people from an orcish incursion.
gl: Aprende as escuras artes da nigromancia para salvar aos teus dunha incursión de orcos.

note: [campaign]: id=Descent_into_Darkness
en: (Intermediate level, 12 scenarios.)
gl: Nivel medio, 12 escenarios.

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
gl: Deseño da campaña

note: [about]
en: Campaign Maintenance
gl: Mantemento da campaña

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
gl: Traballo artístico e deseño gráfico

note: [scenario]: id=01_Saving_Parthyn
en: Saving Parthyn
gl: Salvar Parcin

note: [part]
en: Malin Keshar was born ten years after the death of Haldric IV. He grew up in the northern border town of Parthyn, the second child and eldest son of the baron of the city. Every summer when the mountain passes became clear, orcs came down from the north to prove themselves in battle. Every year Parthyn’s guards repelled the raids, though some of the townsfolk were always lost. Malin’s father led raiding parties to disrupt the orc encampments and send the orcs back to the north.
gl: Malin Quesar naceu dez anos despois da morte de Haldric IV. Criado na vila de Parcin, na fronteira norte, era o maior dos dous fillos do barón da cidade. Cada verán, cando os pasos da montaña se abrían, os orcos baixaban desde o norte para demostrar as súas habilidades na batalla. Cada ano os gardas de Parcin reprimían as incursións, aínda que sempre había algunha baixa entre os aldeáns. O pai de Malin dirixía as partidas para desbaratar os campamentos dos orcos e envialos de volta ao norte.

note: [part]
en: When Malin was 10, a mage who passed through the town sensed strong magical abilities in the boy. His parents, seeing a chance for him to live away from the constant battles with the orcs, arranged for him to be sent to the mage community on the Isle of Alduin. There he studied for eight years, while back at home the orc raids increased in their frequency and ferocity. Before Malin could finish his training, however, he was expelled.
gl: Cando Malin tiña 10 anos, un mago que pasaba polo vila sentiu no rapaz grandes habilidades para a maxia. Os seus pais, ante a oportunidade para o rapaz de vivir lonxe das constantes batallas cos orcos, arranxaron todo para que fose á comunidade de magos da Illa de Alduin. Alí estudou durante oito anos, mentres que na súa vila as incursións dos orcos medraban en frecuencia e ferocidade. Porén, antes de que Malin puidese rematar o seu adestramento, expulsárono.

note: [part]
en: Malin returned to Parthyn just as summer began only to encounter more misfortune. Even as he arrived, an early, unexpected orc raid was being conducted against Parthyn. Malin watched as his father took an arrow in the chest and fell lifeless to the ground.
gl: A principios do verán, Malin volveu a Parcin, onde o destino lle deparaba aínda máis desgrazas. En canto chegou, unha inesperada incursión de orcos atacou a vila. Malin viu como unha frecha atravesaba o peito de seu pai que, morto, caeu ao chan.

note: [part]
en: Shaken by the loss of their commander, the human defense began to falter. As the orcs roared in anticipation of victory, skeleton warriors poured out of the woods to the orcs’ rear. The soldiers watched in amazement as the skeletons cut down orc after orc and then melted back into the forest.
gl: Conmocionados pola morte do seu comandante, a defensa dos humanos comezou a fallar. Cando os orcos celebraban anticipadamente a súa vitoria, guerreiros esqueletos saíron en gran número dos bosques tras os orcos. Os soldados observaron estupefactos como os esqueletos acababan cos orcos un tras outro e despois volvían ao bosque.

note: [part]
en: Shortly a man dressed in the robes of a necromancer emerged from the trees. <i>“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Darken Volk. While I know your kingdom does not love my kind, I think it vital that we put aside our differences for the moment. The orc menace grows in the North, and I misdoubt any of the border towns can stand without some assistance. For now, I ask only to rest in your town for a few days.”</i>
gl: Pouco despois un home vestido con roupa de nigromante saíu de entre as árbores. «<i>Permítanme que me presente: son Vol “O escuro”. Aínda que sei que o seu reino non quere aos da miña casta, considero vital que esquezamos as nosas diferencias de momento. A ameaza dos orcos medra no norte, e estou seguro de que ningunha das vilas fronteirizas pode aguantar sen axuda. Polo de agora só lles pido que me permitan descansar uns días na súa vila</i>».

note: [part]
en: Drogan, the captain of the guard, replied, <i>“Surely you know that the penalty for necromancy is death. For your aid we will promise you rest and safety. Upon your departure, however, you are banished from these lands, not to return on pain of death. We thank you for your help, but need no alliances with those who deal only in dark magic.”</i>
gl: Drogan, o capitán da garda, respondeu: «<i>Seguro que xa sabe que o exercicio da nigromancia implica a pena capital. Por nos axudar prometémoslle descanso e protección, pero unha vez marche quedará expulsado destas terras, e non poderá regresar, baixo pena de morte. Agradecémoslle a súa axuda, pero non precisamos alianzas con aqueles que tratan coa maxia escura</i>».

note: [side] [side]: type=Apprentice Mage, id=Malin Keshar [side]: type=Frontier Baroness, id=Dela Keshar [side]: type=General, id=Taylor [side]: type=Sergeant, id=Drogan
en: Defenders
gl: Defensores

note: [side]: type=Apprentice Mage, id=Malin Keshar [unit]: id=Malin Keshar, type=Dark Mage
en: Malin Keshar
gl: Malin Quesar

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Borth [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Gron'r Hronk [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=K'Vark [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=K'rrlar Oban [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=P'Gareth [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Kreg'a'shar Trr
en: Orcs
gl: Orcos

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defend the river fort for two nights
gl: Defende o forte do río durante dúas noites.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Orcs break through the river fort defenses
gl: Que os orcos atravesen as defensas do forte do río.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Malin Keshar
gl: Morte de Malin Quesar.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Drogan
gl: Morte de Drogan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Malin, troubled by his father’s death, argues to no avail that Darken Volk be allowed to stay to help defend the town. The necromancer leaves Parthyn without incident.
gl: Malin, afectado pola morte de seu pai, intentou que se lle permitise Vol “O escuro” quedar na vila para axudar a defendela, pero o nigromante tivo que marchar.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Several weeks pass...
gl: Varias semanas despois…

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: Although I dislike sending a raiding party out so early, they should clear out the orc encampments and leave us a relatively quiet summer.
gl: Aínda que non me fai graza ningunha ter que enviar unha partida de asalto tan cedo, deberían poder facerse cargo dos campamentos de orcos e garantirnos un verán relativamente tranquilo.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: So much for quiet, Drogan. Orcs mass north of the river!
gl: Tarde, Drogan. Hai un grupo de orcos á outra beira do río!

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: Curse them! You must hold the river fort, Malin, or they shall surely overrun the town. I will bring what soldiers remain to your aid. The raiding party is due to return in two days, and the orcs will not dare fight with such a force attacking from behind.
gl: Malditos sexan! Debes defender o forte do río, Malin, ou seguramente invadan a vila. Enviarei aos soldados que queden para che axudar. A partida de asalto debería estar de volta en dous días, os orcos non ousarán loitar con semellante forza atacándoos pola retagarda.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: What in blazes is that thing? Has the necromancer returned?
gl: Que demo é iso? Volveu o nigromante?

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: No, Drogan. I raised this corpse with the skills Darken Volk taught to me before he left. While I have no love for it, without the help of the dead we consign ourselves and our families to orcish stewpots! Surely you can see that!
gl: Non, Drogan. Erguín este cadáver coas habilidades que Vol “O escuro” me aprendeu antes de marchar. Aínda que non me guste, sen a axuda dos mortos nós e as nosas familias acabaremos sendo comida para os orco! Tes que entendelo!

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: No benefit is worth the price of defiling the bodies of our dead! You have been very close-mouthed about why the mages sent you home from Alduin; if it was for dabbling in such arts, it is no wonder they cast you out!
gl: Non hai nada que valga o prezo de deshonrar os corpos dos nosos mortos! Nunca nos explicaches por que te botaron de Alduin, Malin, pero se foi por practicar estas artes, ben merecido o tiñas!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: No! No... it was nothing like that... But I will not stand by and allow the orcs to destroy my home while I have the skills to prevent it!
gl: Non! Non… non tivo nada que ver… pero non vou quedar parado e deixar que os orcos destrúan a miña casa, non mentres poida evitalo!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Welcome to Parthyn
gl: Benvidos a Parcin.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
gl: O medo é o camiño do lado escuro. O medo leva á ira. A ira ao odio. E o odio, o odio leva ao sufrimento.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: The orcs have broken through our line. Parthyn is open to attack!
gl: Os orcos atravesaron a nosa liña. Parcin está desprotexida!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Who will be left to defend Parthyn?
gl: Quen vai quedar para defender Parcin?

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: By all rights, I should have you executed on the spot, Malin. I certainly should have not given the necromancer the chance to corrupt you. Since I showed him mercy, however, I will give the same to you. You are hereby banished from Parthyn and all the Kingdom of Wesnoth.
gl: Coa lei na man, debería executarte no acto, Malin. Non debín darlle ao nigromante a oportunidade de corromperte. Pero dado que lle mostrei clemencia a el, dareiche a ti o mesmo trato. Quedas por tanto desterrado de Parcin e de todo o Reino do Noroeste.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Would you rather have let the orcs overrun the town and seen us both dead?
gl: Preferirías deixar que os orcos invadisen a vila e morrer?

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: Aye, better that than to even dabble in dark magic. People would have rebuilt the town, just as they always have in the past. Would that the mages had taught you more sense.
gl: Si, mellor iso que xogar coa maxia escura. A xente reconstruiría a vila, como sempre fixeron. Os magos deberon darche máis sentido común.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: The mages taught me enough. You won’t truly banish me, will you, Drogan?
gl: Os magos aprendéronme dabondo. Non me vas desterrar de verdade, non?

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: Begone, now. I’ve no wish to be forced to send the soldiers after you. Your father would be ashamed to see the end to which you’ve come.
gl: Marcha xa. Non quero ter que enviar aos soldados detrás túa. Teu pai estaría avergonzado de ver no que te convertiches.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: That was bravely done, lad, holding the orcs off by yourself. The mages taught you well. But there is grave news from the village; your sister Dela was wounded in the attack. Healers attend her, but she may not live out the hour.
gl: Fuches moi valente ao aguantar o ataque dos orcos ti só, rapaz. Os magos ensináronche ben. Pero hai novas graves da aldea, a túa irmá Dela resultou ferida durante o ataque. Os sandadores están a atendela, pero pode que non sobreviva nin unha hora.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Orcs. Foul, pestilent creatures. The wide green world would be a better place with them all dead. Dead!
gl: Orcos. Criaturas noxentas e pestilentes. O verde e ancho mundo sería un lugar mellor con todos eles mortos. Mortos!

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: Perhaps, but if kings and great mages have not abolished them neither you nor I are ever likely to.
gl: Quizais, pero se nin os reis nin os grandes magos acabaron con eles, nin ti nin eu seremos quen de facelo.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Perhaps I cannot kill them all... but I see the back-trail of this band we defeated, and there will be more orcs at the other end of it. I shall pursue them.
gl: Quizais non os poida matar a todos… pero o rastro dos que se nos enfrontaron pode verse a leguas, e haberá máis orcos onde acabe. Perseguireinos.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: And leave your sister?
gl: E vas deixar soa á túa irmá?

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: My hands were never apt for healing. But revenge I can give her.
gl: As miñas mans nunca valeron para sandar. Pero vinganza? Iso pódollo dar.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: No! We need every man who can fight here, not lost in doomed attempt to harry the orcs in their own country!
gl: Non! Precisamos de todos os homes que poidan loitar, e non perdernos no intento fatal de derrotar aos orcos nas súas propias terras!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I am resolved.
gl: Está decidido.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: You’ll go without my blessing or my men, then. I won’t spare any on such an errand.
gl: Entón marcharás sen a miña bendición nin os meus homes. Non penso malgastar ningún en semellante empresa.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The raiding party returns, and the orcs flee in the face of a superior force.
gl: A partida de asalto regresou, e os orcos fuxiron ante o temor dunha forza que os superaba.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The orcs are broken, dead or fled.
gl: Os orcos están malferidos, mortos ou á fuxida.

note: [scenario]: id=02_Peaceful_Valley
en: Peaceful Valley
gl: Un val tranquilo

note: [part]
en: Fighting tears and rage, Malin follows the back-trail of the orcish band. He curses the elder mages for sending him from the Isle of Alduin half-prepared, only to be thrust into conflict. He curses Drogan for lacking the courage to see what must be done. Most fiercely, he curses the orcs for ravaging his family and home through their ceaseless attacks.
gl: Con bágoas de furia e rabia, Malin seguiu o rastro do grupo de orcos. Maldicía aos vellos magos por botalo da Illa de Alduin antes de acabar o seu adestramento, e verse en medio dun conflito armado sen a preparación axeitada. Maldicía a Drogan por non ter a coraxe para ver o que había que facer. E maldicía aínda máis aos orcos por acabar coa súa familia e o seu fogar cos seus continuos ataques.

note: [part]
en: Three days’ travel outside Parthyn, Malin meets Darken Volk, the same necromancer who had saved Parthyn and taught Malin to raise the dead not long ago. The necromancer takes pity on Malin in his friendless state, and asks Malin to travel with him. As the weeks pass, he teaches Malin more dark magic.
gl: Tras tres días de viaxe desde Parcin, Malin topouse con Vol “O escuro”, o nigromante que salvara Parcin e lle aprendera a Malin a erguer aos mortos. O nigromante compadeceuse do rapaz e da situación na que se atopada, e pediulle que o acompañase na súa viaxe. Co transcurso dos días, o nigromante foille aprendendo a Malin máis e máis maxia escura.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Occupy all of the goblin villages
gl: Toma o control das vilas dos trasnos.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Darken Volk
gl: Morte de Vol “O escuro”.

note: [unit]: id=Darken Volk, type=Dark Sorcerer DiD
en: Darken Volk
gl: Vol “O escuro”

note: [trait]: id=loyal
en: loyal
gl: leal

note: [trait]: id=loyal
en: to himself
gl: (a si mesmo)

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: In truth, I share your hatred for the orcs. The northlands have been my... home... for many years, and the orcs have been a growing infestation in them. They despoil the beauty of the land wherever they go. If you are interested, I would be happy to take you on as my apprentice so that you can... aid me in the fight against them.
gl: A verdade é que comparto o teu odio contra os orcos. As terras do norte foron o meu… fogar… durante moitos anos, e os orcos estendéronse por elas coma unha praga. Destrúen a beleza da terra alí onde van. Gustaríame que foses o meu aprendiz para que poidas… axudarme a loitar contra eles.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Yes! I thirst for revenge on those creatures!
gl: Si! Devezo por vingarme desas criaturas!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Who knows? Perhaps removing the threat of orc raids will persuade the people of Parthyn to... welcome you home.
gl: Quen sabe? Quizais eliminando a ameaza das incursións dos orcos convenzamos á xente de Parcin de que… che deixen volver.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Perhaps. Even Drogan would have to be thankful for a summer without orc raids.
gl: Pode. Ata Drogan tería que agradecer un verán sen incursións de orcos.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: A goblin village lies in this valley, just ahead. They are a bastard race born of the orcs, and help them in their wars against humans and dwarves. These do not know of our coming. Subduing them will give us souls upon which to call in our fight against the orcs.
gl: Hai unha vila de trasnos neste val, xusto diante. Son unha especie nacida dos orcos, e axúdanos nas súas guerras contra os humanos e os ananos. Non nos esperan. Se os sometemos conseguiremos almas ás que chamar na nosa loita contra os orcos.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: It will be a worthwhile test of your new skills.
gl: Así poderás poñer a proba as túas novas habilidades.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Beware the goblin guards in the villages.
gl: Coidado cos gardas trasnos das vilas.

note: [unit]: id=guard_$x1|_$y1|_$guard_i, type=Goblin Spearman
en: Villager
gl: Aldeán

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Ahhh... I did not realize there was a swamp near this village. Malin, I believe it would be beneficial for your training if you and I were to investigate the swamp.
gl: Ah… non me decatara de que hai unha braña preto desta vila. Malin, creo que sería beneficioso para o teu adestramento que investigásemos a braña.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Rise, rise from the realms of death and decay!
gl: Erguédevos, regresade de entre os mortos!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: What are those things?
gl: Que son esas cousas?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: They are ghouls. Once, they were... evil men... murderers and outlaws. Through magic they have been transformed so their outsides match the spirits within. Those that outlive their masters gravitate towards the swamps and bogs, drawn by the natural decay there.
gl: Son monstros da prea. Outrora foron… homes malvados… asasinos e proscritos. Foron transformados pola maxia e as súas almas vense agora reflectidas nos seus corpos. Os que sobreviven aos seus amos adoitan xuntarse nos pantanos e lameiros, atraídos pola descomposición.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: It seems cruel to turn men into such a hideous form.
gl: Parece cruel condenar ás persoas a unha forma tan horríbel.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: In their present form they can best serve the greater good. Even now they will aid you in defeating this goblin rabble. Besides, as I said, these were men of great evil. No punishment is too great for their kind.
gl: Na súa forma actual poden servir mellor a un ben maior. Como agora, axudándoche a derrotar a esta multitude de trasnos. Ademais, como xa che dixen, estes eran homes de gran maldade. Ningún castigo é duro dabondo para os da súa casta.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I suppose so...
gl: Supoño que non…

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Sacking goblin villages is all well and good, but walking corpses and bats won’t stand up to full orcish warriors.
gl: O saqueo de aldeas de trasnos está moi ben e todo iso, pero os cadáveres andantes e os morcegos non van poder facer moito contra os guerreiros orcos de verdade.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Your training is just beginning, Malin. With the souls from these goblins now available for our use, you will see your forces grow quickly.
gl: O adestramento aínda está comezando, Malin. Coas almas destes trasnos agora á túa disposición, vas ver como as túas forzas aumentan de seguida.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Excellent. I’m eager to move on to the real foes.
gl: Excelente. Teño gañas de enfrontarme aos verdadeiros inimigos.

note: [scenario]: id=03_A_Haunting_in_Winter, race=dwarf (
en: A Haunting in Winter
gl: Un inverno de cacería

note: [part]
en: Malin and Darken Volk spend the summer and fall traveling up and down the lower Northlands. They attack small goblin villages and orc camps when they find them. Malin’s power grows considerably under the constant tutelage of the necromancer.
gl: Malin e Vol “O escuro” pasaron o verán e outono percorréndose de arriba a abaixo a parte sur das Terras Nórdicas. A medida que atopaban pequenas vilas de trasnos e campamentos de orcos, atacábanos. O poder de Malin foi aumentando progresivamente baixo a constante tutela do nigromante.

note: [side]: type=Bandit, id=Gorak Cole [side]: type=Dwarvish Steelclad, id=Dap Horner
en: Outlaws
gl: Proscritos

note: [side]
en: Free Undead
gl: Non morto libre

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Clear the cave of enemies
gl: Limpa a cova de inimigos.

note: [event]
en: Watchman
gl: Vixía

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Winter comes on fast, and we need a sheltered place to spend it. This cave looks promising, but from the tracks in and out several bands of outlaws already inhabit it. You should clear them out so we may use it safely.
gl: O inverno achégase, e precisamos un lugar abrigado onde refuxiarnos. Esta cova promete, pero a xulgar polos camiños que entran e saen, xa viven nela varias bandas de foraxidos. Deberías acabar con eles para que poidamos protexernos nela nós.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Be careful when imprisoning a soul and use all your might to retain control over it or it might attempt to break free and destroy you!
gl: Ten coidado cando engaioles unha alma, e pon todas as túas forzas en controlala, ou intentará liberarse e acabar contigo!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I... I will try.
gl: In… intentareino.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Dwarves! They have often been our allies against the orc hordes. Surely they will allow us to winter with them.
gl: Ananos! Case sempre foron os nosos aliados fronte as hordas de orcos. De seguro que nos permiten pasar o inverno con eles.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Two necromancers are at the cave entrance! Up yer axes, boys, if ye dinna’ want tae be a walking pile o’ bones.
gl: Hai dous nighromantes na entrada da cova! Machados arriba, rapases, se non queredes convertervos nun saco de ósos andante.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Or not. Why do they hate us so much?
gl: Ou pode que non. Por que nos odian tanto?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: People fear that which they don’t understand, and death, after all, is the greatest mystery. Those who dare to investigate that mystery are bound to invoke fear and distrust. Worry not, your people will again warm to you once you deal with the orc threat at its source. For now, the cave-dwellers give us no choice.
gl: A xente teme o que non pode entender, e a morte é, a fin de contas, o maior dos misterios. A xente adoita temer e desconfiar daqueles que se atreven a investigar ese misterio. Non te preocupes, os teus hante recibir cos brazos abertos en canto acabes de raíz co problema dos orcos. Pero agora mesmo, os cavernícolas non nos deixan outra opción.

note: [event]: type=Ghost side 4}
en: Tortured Soul
gl: Alma torturada

note: [message]
en: Free! Your foul spells cannot enslave me any longer, Malin the Damned. You shall pay for keeping me from my final rest!
gl: Libre! O teu horríbel feitizo xa non pode escravizarme, Malin “O condenado”. Pagarás por espertarme do meu descanso eterno!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Fool boy! Your will must be stronger or you will never be able to control your soldiers well enough to face the orcs. Many are the young necromancers who have died when their servants turned on them. He will attack you relentlessly.
gl: Parvo! Máis che vale ser máis forte a próxima vez ou xamais serás capaz de controlar os soldados ben dabondo como para plantarlle cara aos orcos. Moitos foron os nigromantes novos que morreron en canto os seus servos se volveron na súa contra. Vai intentar matarte se non acabas con el antes.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: But why are they attacking me? And what should I do?!
gl: Pero por que me atacan? Que fago?!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Destroy the rebel quickly and all will be well. Wait, and he will begin to turn the rest of your forces against you.
gl: Mata axiña ao rebelde e todo irá ben. Como esperes volverá ao resto das túas forzas contra ti.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I think I’ve got the rest of them under control now. That was a close call.
gl: Creo que agora xa teño a todos baixo control. Pouco faltou.

note: [scenario]: id=04_Beginning_of_the_Revenge
en: Beginning of the Revenge
gl: O comezo da vinganza

note: [part]
en: Burning inside with a desire to take his revenge against the orcs and push them further north, Malin spends the winter learning as much from Darken Volk as he can. His years of study with the mages serve him well, and his power grows quickly.
gl: Queimado por dentro polo desexo de vingarse dos orcos e facelos retroceder máis ao norte, Malin pasou o inverno aprendendo todo o que podía de Vol “O escuro”. Os seus anos de estudo cos magos fóronlle de gran axuda, e o seu poder foi medrando rapidamente.

note: [part]
en: When spring comes, the two head north to a mountain pass known to Darken Volk. In the higher reaches the snow is just beginning to melt, making the passage treacherous. The elder necromancer insists that they press on. He says that he hopes to catch the orc fighters unprepared by arriving early in the year, thereby inflicting as much damage as possible.
gl: Coa chegada da primavera, os dous puxeron rumbo norte cara un paso de montaña que Vol “O escuro” coñecía. Nas zonas máis elevadas a neve comezara a derreterse, polo que o paso volvíase perigoso. O vello nigromante insistía en seguir avanzando. Dicía que acadándoos a principios de ano esperaba coller aos guerreiros orcos desprevidos, o que poría a sorte da banda dos nigromantes.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Malin to the end of the mountain pass
gl: Leva a Malin ao comezo do paso da montaña.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the orc leaders
gl: Mata aos líderes orcos.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Orcs block the way out of the mountain pass. Destroy them, and we will move on to bigger targets.
gl: Os orcos bloquean a o camiño ao paso da montaña. Acaba con eles e poderemos seguir con empresas máis importantes.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: With the might of the undead at my command, many orcs will die this day. They shall pay for getting me banished from Parthyn.
gl: Co poder dos non mortos ás miñas ordes, moitos orcos han morrer hoxe. Pagarán por facer que me desterrasen de Parcin.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Feel my wrath, vile creature!
gl: Sente a miña ira, demo!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: The ice doesn’t look very thick...
gl: O xeo non parece moi seguro…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The weak ice gives way beneath the undead creature, who becomes mired in the thick mud at the lake’s bottom.
gl: O quebradizo xeo creba baixo o non morto, que queda atrapado no denso lodo do fondo da lagoa.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The weak ice gives way beneath the heavy warrior, who drowns in the frigid mountain waters.
gl: O quebradizo xeo creba baixo o pesado guerreiro, que afoga nas augas glaciais da montaña.

note: [scenario]: id=05_Orc_War
en: Orc War
gl: A guerra contra os orcos

note: [part]
en: All through the summer and fall, the necromancer and his apprentice travel through orc-held lands. At night, they cause skeletons and ghosts to emerge from the forests to terrorize and kill entire camps of orcs and their goblin minions. Word spreads among the orcish towns, which begin to post guards and leave torches burning all night. These measures do little to help them.
gl: Durante todo o verán e outono, nigromante e aprendiz viaxaron polas terras dos orcos. Pola noite, facían que pantasmas e esqueletos saísen dos bosques e aterrasen e masacrasen campamentos enteiros de orcos e os seus subordinados os trasgos. A noticia foi transmitíndose de boca en boca polas vilas dos orcos, que comezaron a deixar gardas e fachos acendidos toda a noite. Pero de pouco lles serviu.

note: [part]
en: Word spreads to the south as well, of the many battles won against the orc tribes, as Darken Volk tells Malin. As spring rolls around, a number of dark adepts, eager to aid in the fight, travel northwards and join the pair. <i>“They are quite useful in battle,”</i> the necromancer says to Malin, <i>“but none of them have even a tenth of your potential power.”</i>
gl: As novas das numerosas batallas gañadas contra as tribos de orcos tamén chegaban ao sur, contáballe Vol “O escuro” a Malin. A medida que a primavera se deixaba notar, un importante número de adeptos, ansiosos por axudar na loita, viaxaban ao norte para unirse a Vol e Malin. «<i>Son moi útiles no combate</i>», dicíalle o nigromante a Malin, «<i>pero ningún terá nunca nin unha fracción do poder que acadarás ti</i>».

note: [part]
en: The damage inflicted by Malin and Darken Volk over the past year forces the usually fractious local chieftains to unite in opposition. Eventually, at a narrow place in the river men call the Longlier and Elves call the Arkan-thoria, they manage to surround the humans and force a fight.
gl: O dano inflixido por Malin e Vol “O escuro” durante os últimos anos forzou aos xefes orcos locais, que adoitaban ir cada un pola súa conta, a unir as súas forzas. Nun momento dado, nunha pequena zona canda o río que os humanos chaman Xacer e os elfos Arcan-doria, os orcos apañáronse para rodear aos humanos e forzar o enfrontamento.

note: [scenario]: id=05_Orc_War
en: River Longlier
gl: Río Xacer

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Since the very founding of Wesnoth you have hounded humans at every turn. You have raided my home at every opportunity. You have trampled our fields, slaughtered our livestock. You have brought war to a place of peace, and death to a place of life. You have killed without remorse, and despoiled that which was once beautiful. You have murdered my father and caused endless trouble to me. Now I shall have my revenge on you. Expect no mercy from me, because you have long since lost the right to it. I will crush you into the dust. The attacks on Parthyn will stop here and now. When I bring word of your demise the town will cheer my triumphant return.
gl: Levades acosándonos aos humanos cada dous por tres desde os albores do Reino do Noroeste. Asaltastes a miña vila sempre que puidestes. Asoballastes os nosos campos, masacrastes o noso gando. Trouxestes a guerra a unha terra de paz. Matastes sen remordementos, despoxastes a beleza de todo o que a tiña. Asasinastes a meu pai, e non deixastes de molestarme. É a hora da miña vinganza. E non esperedes piedade algunha pola miña parte, pois hai tempo que perdestes ese dereito. Vou esnaquizarvos. A partir deste día non volverá haber ningunha invasión en Parcin. E cando leve a nova da vosa fin, a miña vila vai aclamar o meu regreso triunfal.

note: [message]: speaker=Borth
en: Stop your silly talk, foul necromancer. You have caused enough trouble. It is time for you to die.
gl: Déixateme de parvadas, necrófilo do demo. Xa causaches problemas dabondo. Chegou a túa hora.

note: [message]: speaker=P'Gareth
en: Ummm... unless... you are already dead, like the skeletons?
gl: Hm… a non ser que… E se xa está morto, coma os esqueletos?

note: [message]: speaker=K'Vark
en: Then, it will be time for you to die again!
gl: Se o está, morrerá por segunda vez!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: The last chieftain... he’s escaping! The coward!
gl: O último dos xefes… escapa! Será covarde!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Coward, yes. You must hunt him down before he can take word to the orcish council. A single chieftain, even after he gathers the survivors from this battle, should pose no problem for you, even on your own.
gl: Abofé que o é. Debes darlle caza antes de que poida avisar ao consello dos orcos. Aínda que consiga reunir a todos os superviventes desta batalla, non debería supoñerche problema algún, nin sequera se vas ti só.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: On my own? Is my apprenticeship over?
gl: Eu só? Xa rematou a miña aprendizaxe?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: ... Almost. The growth of your power has been truly impressive to watch. There is, however, a small favor I will ask of you. That will constitute the last part of your training. Now there are merely some... tasks... to which I must attend. They need not concern you. I will meet up with you to the west in a few weeks. In the meantime, do not let the last chieftain escape justice.
gl: Case. Foi verdadeiramente impresionante ver como medraba o teu poder. Porén, debo pedirche un pequeno favor. Será o final do adestramento. De momento teño que ocuparme dunhas pequenas… empresas. Non te preocupes por elas. Vémonos ao oeste nunhas semanas. Ata entón, non deixes que o último dos xefes escape ás mans da xustiza.

note: [scenario]: id=06_Return_to_Parthyn, id=Dela Keshar
en: Return to Parthyn
gl: O regreso a Parcin

note: [part]
en: Two days travel south of the previous battle, Malin loses the trail of the regrouped orcish warriors, but soon picks it up again. The trail moves unfailingly south for several days. As soon as it crosses the Great River it immediately turns west.
gl: Tras dous días de viaxe en dirección sur, Malin perdeu a pista dos guerreiros orcos reagrupados, pero non tardou en volver atopar as súas pegadas. O rastro dirixíase sen dúbida algunha ao sur, e así seguiu durante varios días. E en canto cruzaron o Gran Río, as pegadas viraron cara o leste.

note: [part]
en: Within a few days, Malin recognizes some familiar surroundings...
gl: En poucos días, Malin comezou a recoñecer os arredores…

note: [side]: type=Lieutenant, id=Drogan
en: Guardsmen
gl: Gardas

note: [side]: type=Frontier Baroness, id=Dela Keshar [unit]: type=Frontier Baroness, id=Dela Keshar
en: Dela Keshar
gl: Dela Quesar

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Remove the traitor Drogan
gl: Eliminar ao traidor Drogan.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Kill any people from Parthyn but Drogan
gl: Matar a calquera habitante de Parcin aparte de Drogan.

note: [event]
en: River fort guard
gl: Garda do forte do río

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I bring word of a great victory against the orcs, Drogan.
gl: Traio novas dunha grande vitoria contra os orcos, Drogan.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: I had hoped you would never return, Malin. You have been banished, and now return. You give me no choice but to order my soldiers to attack you.
gl: Esperaba que nunca regresases, Malin. Fuches desterrado e volviches. Non me deixas outra alternativa que a de ordenar aos soldados atacarte.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Master, do not listen to the lies he tells. There is always a choice, and he chooses to attack you. He jeopardizes the safety of Parthyn!
gl: Mestre, non escoite as súas mentiras. Sempre hai unha alternativa, e el escolleu atacarte. Está poñendo en perigo a seguridade de Parcin!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Silence from you.
gl: Cala.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I have eliminated two orc chieftains. I doubt that we will see any orc raids this summer. The beasts will be too busy trying to regroup.
gl: Acabei con dous dos xefes orcos. Dubido moito que vaiamos sufrir ningunha incursión dos orcos este verán. Estarán demasiado ocupados intentando reagruparse.

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: You are mistaken, brother. Even now the orcs camp north of the river.
gl: Estás equivocado, irmán. De feito nestes momentos hai orcos acampando ao norte do río.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I have been tracking that band since they fled the field at my great victory! But how did they get north of the river? Let my forces be and I will deal with them.
gl: Levo perseguindo a ese grupo desde que fuxiron do campo de batalla tras a miña gran vitoria! Como chegarían á outra beira do río? Deixade que eu e mailas miñas forzas nos encarguemos deles.

note: [message]: speaker=Drogan
en: A nice story. I find it more likely that you brought your orcish allies here with you to take your revenge upon the city. If we stand down your undead will no doubt kill us where we stand. Watching you grow up, I never could have believed you would turn into a traitor.
gl: Bonita historia. Paréceme a min que o que pasou en realidade é que trouxeches aquí aos teus aliados os orcos para vingarte da cidade. En canto baixemos a garda, os teus non mortos non dubidarán en atacarnos. Coñézote desde que eras moi novo, e nunca pensei que te foses converter nun traidor.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Master, he threatens the safety of the city by standing in your way.
gl: Mestre, interpoñéndose no noso camiño está a ameazar a seguridade da cidade.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Then you are the traitor, Drogan, for preventing me from protecting the city. I will defend Parthyn, and if you stand in my way I will cut you down for the treason you commit.
gl: Entón es ti o traidor, Drogan, por impedirme protexer a cidade. Defenderei Parcin, e se te interpós no meu camiño, acabarei contigo pola túa traizón.

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: I am defeated but not dead, foul thing that was once my brother. Watch your back, because I will be coming for you...
gl: Derrotáchesme, pero sigo con vida, estúpido. Ti xa non es meu irmán. Coida as túas costas, porque vou ir por ti…

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Now the people of Parthyn will never accept me back!
gl: Agora a xente de Parcin nunca me aceptará de volta!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: See what your traitorous ways have won you, Drogan?
gl: Mira o que conseguiches por traidor, Drogan.

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: You will pay for Drogan’s death. Now that I have seen the true evil to which you have come, I will commit every guardsman to your demise. It pains me to think that you were once my brother.
gl: Pagarás pola morte de Drogan. Agora que puiden ver a verdadeira maldade que che posuíu, enviarei a todos os gardas a darche morte. Dóeme pensar que outrora fuches meu irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Even with my new power, I cannot fight the entire town as well as the orcs. I must flee to the west to find Darken Volk!
gl: Nin o meu novo poder abonda para enfrontarme aos orcos e a toda a vila ao mesmo tempo. Debo fuxir ao oeste para reunirme con Vol “O escuro”!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Escape to the northwest
gl: Escapa polo noroeste.

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: While our forces must stay here to fight off your pet orcs, when we are done I shall come after you. You are my brother no longer.
gl: Polo de agora as miñas forzas teñen que quedar aquí para loitar contra as túas mascotas os orcos, pero en canto rematemos iremos por ti. Xa non es meu irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Gods of Darkness, how did it come to this? My own sister determined on my death. Nothing has gone right since... since that day the fat toad Zephrin mocked my up-country accent and I lost my temper and cursed him with boils. <i>“A life curse goes beyond a joke,”</i> they said. <i>“Poor judgment,”</i> they said, and expelled me from the Academy.
gl: Deuses da escuridade, como se chegou a esta situación? A miña propia irmá decidida a matarme. Nada marchou como debera desde… desde o día que o sapo graxento de Cefrin se burlou do meu acento nórdico, perdín os estribos e o maldicín con carafunchos. «<i>Unha maldición de por vida vai máis alá dunha broma</i>», dixeron. «<i>Pouco xuízo</i>», dixeron, e expulsáronme da academia.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Now the only being who still wants to keep me alive is a necromancer. Curse them all! Live or die, I’ll have my revenge on those that have wronged me.
gl: Agora o único que non me quere ver morto é un nigromante. Que os maldigan a todos! Vivo ou morto, vingareime de todos aqueles que me trataron inxustamente.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: See how you die when you spurn the help of Malin Keshar!
gl: Mira como morres por rexeitar a axuda de Malin Quesar!

note: [scenario]: id=07_A_Small_Favor
en: A Small Favor
gl: Un pequeno favor

note: [part]
en: Fleeing from the city of his birth, Malin heads to the west. Soon he reunites with his teacher.
gl: Fuxindo da súa cidade natal, Malin dirixiuse ao oeste. Non tardou en reunirse co seu mestre.

note: [part]
en: <i>“For your final test as my apprentice, you will aid me in retrieving a book,”</i> the necromancer says. <i>“The book was... stolen from me long ago. Since it has personal value to me, think of the task as a small favor. I should warn you that it will require you to act against your countrymen of Wesnoth, since it was one of them who stole it from me.”</i>
gl: «<i>Para a túa última empresa como o meu aprendiz, axudarasme a conseguir un libro</i>», dixo o nigromante. «<i>O libro… roubáronmo hai moito tempo. Dado que ten un valor persoal para min, trata esta empresa coma un pequeno favor. Debo advertirche que será preciso que actúes contra os teus paisanos do Noroeste, posto que foi un deles quen mo roubou</i>».

note: [part]
en: Malin replies, <i>“They are no longer countrymen of mine, since they have rejected me twice now.”</i>
gl: «<i>Xa non son paisanos meus, xa van dúas veces que me rexeitan</i>», respondeu .

note: [part]
en: Darken Volk continues, <i>“Excellent. We travel, then, to the city of Tath. There is a lord of that city by the name of Karres. He was trained as a mage in his youth, and now uses his wealth to support a large number of mages in their studies. Among his library is the book we seek. We will need to break into his manor and seek the book inside.”</i>
gl: «<i>Excelente</i>», proseguiu Vol “O escuro”, «<i>viaxaremos, entón, á cidade de Taz. Hai un cabaleiro desa cidade chamado Carres. De novo adestrouse nas artes máxicas, e agora aproveita a súa riqueza para apoiar nos seus estudos a un gran número de magos. O libro que buscamos está na súa biblioteca. Teremos que entrar na súa casa e buscar o libro dentro</i>».

note: [side] [side]: type=Apprentice Mage, id=Malin Keshar
en: Intruders
gl: Intrusos

note: [side]: type=General, id=Taylor
en: Taylor
gl: Teilor

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Malin and Darken Volk enter the Mage Lord’s manor
gl: Que Malin e Vol “O escuro” entren na casa do cabaleiro mago.

note: [event]
en: Night Watchman
gl: Vixía nocturno

note: [event]
en: Gate Guard
gl: Garda da porta

note: [event]
en: Head Trainer
gl: Adestrador principal

note: [event]
en: Townperson
gl: Cidadán

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: The stolen book lies within Lord Karres’s manor on the north end of the city. We cannot defeat the entire city guard, so we must stay hidden as long as possible. The cover of the night and this fog will aid us. Once we are seen by the night watchmen, we will have to make a run for it. Our forces are not strong enough to take the whole city.
gl: O libro roubado está na casa do cabaleiro Carres, no extremo norte da cidade. Non podemos enfrontarnos a toda a garda da cidade, así que debemos permanecer agochados sempre que sexa posíbel. A noite e esta néboa hannos axudar. Unha vez nos vexan os vixías, teremos que correr. As nosas forzas non son fortes dabondo para tomar o control de toda a cidade.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Note: Only the units you recruit now will be available to you once inside.
gl: Nota: só as unidades que recrutes agora estarán dispoñíbeis unha vez esteas dentro.

note: [message]
en: Sir! Undead creatures are coming out of the forest! Wake the guard immediately!
gl: Señor! Hai criaturas non mortas saíndo do bosque! Esperte á garda de inmediato!

note: [message]: speaker=Taylor
en: To arms, men!
gl: Homes, ás armas!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Ooouuuh! It burns... burrrrnnns...
gl: Ouh! Queima… queima!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: What in the name of all demons of hell was this thing?
gl: Por todos os demos do averno, que era iso?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: This was the impact of what is known as holy water among common people. It is brewed in a complicated and mysterious procedure only known to a few priests and often used to fight resurrected creatures.
gl: Foi o impacto do que a xente de a pé chama «auga bendita». Elabórase a través dun complicado e misterioso proceso que só algúns sacerdotes coñecen, e adoita utilizarse contra as criaturas resucitadas.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Here is the entrance! Hurry!
gl: Aquí está a entrada! A présa!

note: [scenario]: id=08_A_Small_Favor2
en: A Small Favor — Part 2
gl: Un pequeno favor, segunda parte

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find the mage Lord Karres
gl: Atopa ao cabaleiro mago Carres.

note: [unit]: type=Arch Mage, type=Great Mage, id=Lord Karres
en: Lord Karres
gl: Cabaleiro Carres

note: [do] [event]
en: Guard
gl: Garda

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Malin and Darken Volk enter the mage lord’s manor, quickly closing the heavy gates behind them.
gl: Malin e Vol “O escuro” entraron na casa do cabaleiro mago e apresurándose a pechar as grosas portas tras deles.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: That gate won’t hold back the soldiers for more than a few hours. We’d better hurry.
gl: Esa porta non vai reter aos soldados máis dunhas horas. Máis nos vale darnos présa.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: I feel the breaking of an illusion spell. The book must be in the great hall, in the northwest corner of the manor. Let us move quickly now!
gl: Sinto o desvanecer dun encantamento ilusorio. O libro ha de estar no gran vestíbulo, na parte noroeste da casa. Veña, apresurémonos.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move through the passageway in the northwest leading to the great hall
gl: Atravesa o pasadizo do noroeste que leva ao gran vestíbulo.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I think I have found the passage to the great hall. Follow me quickly!
gl: Creo que atopei o pasadizo ao gran vestíbulo. Veña, seguídeme!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: As dawn breaks, the city guards force their way into the manor and capture the two necromancers.
gl: Coa saída do sol, os gardas da cidade deron entrado na casa e capturaron aos dous nigromantes.

note: [scenario]: id=09_A_Small_Favor3
en: A Small Favor — Part 3
gl: Un pequeno favor, terceira parte

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find the book
gl: Atopa o libro

note: [event]
en: Guardian
gl: Garda

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I feel the book is very close, somewhere to the northwest.
gl: Sinto que o libro está moi preto, nalgunha parte ao noroeste.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: We’ve got the book, but now how do we get out of here?
gl: Temos o libro, pero agora como saímos de aquí?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: There’s a small tunnel in the cellar to the northeast. It will lead us far enough out of the city that we can escape pursuit.
gl: Hai un pequeno túnel no soto do nordeste. Levaranos lonxe dabondo da cidade para escapar.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Escape via the tunnel in the northeast cellar
gl: Escapa polo túnel do soto do nordeste

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Phew! Let’s get out of here.
gl: Puf! Saiamos de aquí.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Escape the manor
gl: Escapa da casa

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Wait, you aren’t leaving me behind, are you?
gl: Agarda, non me estás deixando atrás, non?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: You have served me well, my apprentice.
gl: Servíchesme ben, aprendiz.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: As he heads into the tunnel Darken Volk collapses its entrance, leaving Malin to be captured and executed by the city guards.
gl: Tras entrar no túnel, Vol “O escuro” bloquea a entrada, deixando a Malin á mercede dos gardas da cidade, que o capturarán e o executarán.

note: [scenario]: id=10_Alone_at_Last
en: Alone at Last
gl: Finalmente só

note: [part]
en: As he enters the tunnel underneath Lord Karres’s manor, Darken Volk turns and, with a word and gesture causes the entrance to collapse. The two necromancers turn and begin walking down the pitch-black tunnel, temporarily safe from pursuit.
gl: Cando entraba no túnel baixo a casa do cabaleiro Carres, Vol “O escuro” virouse e, cunha palabra e un xesto fixo que se colapsase a entrada. Ambos nigromantes comezaron o descenso polo túnel, escuro coma unha noite sen estrelas, a salvo de momento dos seus perseguidores.

note: [part]
en: They continue walking through the damp, cold air all through the morning and day, finally emerging as the last rays of sun sink below the horizon.
gl: Seguiron camiñando a través do aire húmido e frío durante a mañá e a tarde, e por fin saíron a tempo de ver como os últimos raios de sol esvaecían no horizonte.

note: [side]
en: Wesnothians
gl: Noroccidentais

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Take the book back from Darken Volk
gl: Recupera o libro Vol “O escuro”

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Well, we made it out. We got your precious book. What’s in it, anyway? And what do we do now?
gl: Ben, por fin demos saído. Temos o noso prezado libro. A todo isto, que hai no libro? E que facemos agora?

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: ‘We’? <i>We</i> do nothing. You are no longer my apprentice.
gl: «Facemos»? Non <i>imos</i> facer nada. Xa non es máis o meu aprendiz.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Now give the book to me.
gl: Agora dáme o libro.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Darken Volk grabs the mysterious book from Malin’s hands and stalks away.
gl: Vol “O escuro” arrebatoulle a Malin o misterioso libro das mans e dispúxose a marchar.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: You can’t just leave me here!
gl: Non podes deixarme aquí sen máis!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Now go your own way, and I will go mine.
gl: Agora segue o teu propio camiño, que eu seguirei o meu.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Master, do you not see? He has merely been using you to get that book!
gl: Mestre, non o ve? Só vos empregou para conseguir o libro!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: What do you mean?
gl: Que queres dicir?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: He cares not about your noble quest to push back the orcs. He needed your help to fight the mages! The book is rightfully yours!
gl: Non lle importa a vosa nobre empresa de repeler aos orcos. Necesitaba da vosa axuda para loitar contra os magos! O libro perténcevos por lexítimo dereito!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Wait!
gl: Agarda!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: All of the training you gave me, that was just so I would help you get that book! Return it to me now, or I will take it by force.
gl: Todo o adestramento que me deches… só foi para que che axudase a conseguir ese libro! Devólvemo, ou sacareicho polas malas.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: You are even more of a fool than I thought.
gl: Es máis parvo do que pensaba.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: You let me believe Parthyn would accept me back so when they didn’t I would be willing to attack my own countrymen!
gl: Fixéchesme crer que Parcin me aceptaría de volta para que cando vese que non era tal, estivese disposto a atacar aos meus paisanos!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: What you let yourself believe is no fault of mine. Cease your foolish prattle. I gave you more power than you could have possibly dreamed. Use it to fight the orcs that annoy you so, not me.
gl: Non teño a culpa de que creses o que criches. Deixa de grallar. Dinche máis poder do que xamais puideches soñar. Úsao para enfrontarte aos orcos que tanto odias, non a min.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: So it is true! You took my home away from me. You took Drogan away. Now that all of that is gone, I will at least keep the fruits of my labors.
gl: Así que é verdade! Afastáchesme do meu fogar. Afastáchesme de Drogan. Agora que xa o perdín todo, vou quedar polo menos co froito do meu traballo.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Hardly. I will crush you easily.
gl: Non o creo. Esmagareite sen problema ningún.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Perhaps, but I have nothing left to lose.
gl: Pode, pero xa non me queda nada que perder.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Now you shall pay for what you have done to me.
gl: Agora terás que pagar por todo o que me fixeches.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Done? I have done nothing but give you an opportunity. You have chosen your own path. Now leave me alone!
gl: O que che fixen? Non fixen máis que darche unha oportunidade. Ti escolliches o teu propio camiño. Agora, déixame en paz!

note: [unit]: type=Paladin, id=Sir Cadaeus
en: Sir Cadaeus
gl: Sir Cadeus

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Cadaeus
en: Your travels in this region have not gone unnoticed, foul necromancers! We have been tracking you for weeks, with our purpose renewed this morning upon hearing of the disaster you wreaked upon the goodly city of Tath.
gl: As vosas viaxes por esta rexión non pasaron inadvertidas, nigromantes estúpidos! Levamos semanas seguíndovos, cunha determinación aínda maior desde que escoitamos esta mañá os estragos que causastes na boa cidade de Taz.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Cadaeus
en: Do not even think of running away — my horsemen can easily catch you. Yes, on this day you shall have to answer for your innumerable crimes.
gl: Nin se vos ocorra fuxir. A miña cabalería pode collervos sen dificultade ningunha. Si, hoxe teredes que responder polos vosos incontábeis crimes.

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: We’ll see how well your pompous words protect you from the blades of the undead once I have finished this upstart.
gl: Veremos o ben que vos protexen as vosas grandilocuentes palabras das espadas dos non mortos en canto acabe con este mequetrefe.

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: I told you, Malin, that I would find you again, and I have kept my word. I will not suffer you to bring any further harm to my people, and so you will not live to see another sunset.
gl: Díxencho, Malin, díxenche que te volvería atopar, e cumprín coa miña promesa.Non permitirei que fagas máis dano aos meus, así que non volverás ver unha posta de sol.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: You wrong me, sister. I have only tried to help. Have you not seen fewer orcs this past summer?
gl: Non o entendes, irmá. Non intentei máis que axudar. Non vistes menos orcos este último verán?

note: [message]: speaker=Dela Keshar
en: I will not listen to any more of your lies. Men, attack!
gl: Non vou escoitar ningunha das túas mentiras. Homes, ao ataque!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: With my dying breath I curse you, Malin the Damned!
gl: Co meu último alento maldígote, Malin “O condenado”!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Now I’ve just got to get that book out of the battleground!
gl: Agora só teño que sacar ese libro do campo de batalla!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Bring the book back to Malin’s castle
gl: Leva o libro de volta ao castelo de Malin.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Pick up the book by moving a unit onto it. Bats and ghosts cannot carry the book.
gl: Recolle o libro movendo unha unidade onda el. Os morcegos e as pantasmas non poden portar o libro.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I have the book.
gl: Téñoo.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I am sorry master, that is too heavy for me.
gl: Síntoo moito, mestre, pero é pesado de máis para min.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: The paladins will not be able to pursue me through the mountains, and Dela will not dare take the soldiers too far from Parthyn.
gl: Os paladíns non han poder perseguirme a través das montañas, e Dela non se atreverá a afastar aos soldados demasiado de Parcin.

note: [part]
en: <i>“To become a lich, one must first die.”</i>
gl: «<i>Para ser un liche, primeiro hai que morrer</i>».

note: [part]
en: So reads the book that Malin has reclaimed. <i>“The spells of necromancy bind the spirit, but only once it has been unbound from the body. To become a lich, the mage must make the necessary incantations with his dying breaths. He thus binds his own spirit in much the same way necromancers bind the spirits of others. Because he retains his own will, however, the lich can call upon the awesome powers of the spirit world.”</i>
gl: Iso dicía o libro que Malin reclamara. «<i>Os encantamentos da nigromancia atan a alma, pero só unha vez esta foi despoxada do corpo. Para converterse nun liche, o mago debe realizar os encantamentos necesarios co seu último alento. Entón liga a súa propia alma dun modo similar ao modo en que o nigromante liga as almas doutros. Porén, dado que aínda pode pensar por si mesmo sen obedecer a ninguén, o liche ten as portas abertas aos impresionantes poderes do mundo das almas</i>».

note: [part]
en: The words, and the idea, stick in the back of his mind. With all of Wesnoth forbidden to him, Malin finds refuge in a nameless frontier village where few questions are asked. When word filters to the town that Parthyn has been overrun by orcs, it rekindles hatred within him. With renewed purpose, he raises his undead minions and travels northward.
gl: As palabras e a idea quedaron gravadas na súa mente. Proscrito en todo o Noroeste, Malin atopou refuxio nunha vila fronteiriza sen nome onde non se facían moitas preguntas. As novas que chegaron á vila de que Parcin fora invadida polos orcos reavivaron o seu odio por si mesmo. Cunha determinación renovada ergueu aos seus servos non mortos e viaxou ao norte.

note: [part]
en: Malin soon finds the track of an enormous orc army, and follows them until he reaches their camp. As he sees the number of orcs, the enormity of his quest begins to dawn on him. He attacks the camp anyway but is quickly driven back, and badly injured by a thrown orcish dagger as he retreats. He finds refuge in a small cave.
gl: Malin non tardou en atopar o rastro dun enorme exército de orcos, e seguiunos ata chegar ao seu campamento. En canto reparou no número de orcos decatouse da enormidade da súa empresa. Atacou de todos xeitos, pero non tardou en retroceder, ferido por unha daga que un orco lle lanzou durante a fuxida. O nigromante atopou refuxio nunha pequena cova.

note: [side]
en: Trolls
gl: Trolles

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Master, you are gravely injured!
gl: Mestre, estades gravemente ferido!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I won’t go down like this, felled by an orc’s blade. I won’t see them defeat me!
gl: Non acabarei así, derrotado pola coitela dun orco. Non deixarei que me derroten!

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: There is another way, master. Remember the book...
gl: Non ten por que, mestre. Acórdese do libro…

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Yes... yes. The orcs are too strong for me now, but once I have undergone the transformation they’ll begin to fall before me. And I will continue to hound them until the last one falls!
gl: Si… si. Nestes momentos os orcos son fortes de máis para min, pero unha vez sufra a transformación perecerán ante min. E seguirei dándolles caza ata que non quede un con vida!

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: Leave me now while I prepare.
gl: Déixame só mentres me preparo.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Yes, master.
gl: Claro, mestre.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: With his last bits of strength, Malin assembles an altar as the book instructs.
gl: Coas súas derradeiras forzas, Malin creou un altar tal e como indicaba o libro.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I pray that I am strong enough to complete the spell.
gl: Rogo ter a forza dabondo para completar o encantamento.

note: [message]: speaker=Malin Keshar
en: I’m ready. Do it.
gl: Estou preparado. Adiante.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: There is darkness...
gl: Hai escuridade…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: and peace...
gl: e paz…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: for a moment.
gl: por un instante.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Then they are replaced by a pulling, a pain too strong to resist, and then...
gl: Entón vense interrompidas por un desgarrar, unha dor insoportábel, e logo…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: by emptiness.
gl: pola nada.

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Mal Keshar [unit]: type=Lich DiD, id=Mal Keshar
en: Mal Keshar
gl: Mal Quesar

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: The cold, it burns!
gl: O frío, queima!

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: I need warmth... life... I sense some here!
gl: Necesito calor… vida… e sinto que hai por aquí!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Regain your strength
gl: Recupera a túa forza.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Destruction of Mal Keshar
gl: Destrución de Mal Quesar.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Yes! I can draw energy even from these insignificant creatures.
gl: Si! Podo sacar enerxía mesmo destas criaturas insignificantes.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: There, in along this old road, I sense a place worthy of being my home. From there I will build my armies. But I am still too weak to clear the vermin from it. I must finish regaining my strength.
gl: Alí, ao final deste vello camiño, sinto un lugar digno de ser o meu novo fogar. Desde alí levantarei exércitos. Pero aínda son débil de máis para eliminar del as criaturas que o habitan. Teño que seguir recuperando a miña forza.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: I will need a castle from which to call upon my soldiers. I sense one nearby.
gl: Precisarei dun castelo desde o que chamar aos meus soldados. Teño a sensación de que hai un preto de aquí.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Yes, this will do until I can take my new home.
gl: Si, con iso abondará ata que poida facerme co meu novo fogar.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Clear your new home of trolls
gl: Limpa de trolles o teu novo fogar.

note: [message]: speaker=Dumdumbadoom
en: Who has awoken me from my slumber? Undead? I shall not suffer the existence of such foul creatures.
gl: Quen me espertou do meu soño? Non mortos? Non sufrirei a existencia de criaturas tan noxentas.

note: [message]
en: <big>AAAaaaggghhhh!! ...</big>
gl: <big>Aaaggghhhh!</big>

note: [scenario]: id=12_Endless_Night
en: Endless Night
gl: A eterna noite

note: [part]
en: Years pass. Every summer when the mountain passes become clear, the lich sends his soldiers to attack the orcs, removing any human, elven, or dwarvish patrols that get in the way. Every year the undead inflict some damage before being repelled and retreating to the caves.
gl: Pasaron os anos. Todos os verán, cando se despexaban os pasos, o liche enviaba aos seus soldados a atacar aos orcos, acabando con calquera patrulla de humanos, elfos ou ananos que se interpuxese no seu camiño. Todos os anos os non mortos inflixían algúns danos antes de que os repelesen e fuxisen de volta ás covas.

note: [part]
en: Rumors circulate of a lich that preys on scouting patrols. A hero, gathering his loyal troops to him, decides to put an end to the evil.
gl: Circularon rumores acerca dun liche que daba caza ás patrullas de exploración. Un heroe, levando consigo as súas leais tropas, decidiu acabar co malvado.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat the foolish hero
gl: Derrota ao heroe estúpido.

note: [unit]: type=Assassin, id=Foolish Hero [unit]: type=Dwarvish Lord, id=Foolish Hero [unit]: type=Elvish Marshal, id=Foolish Hero [unit]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Foolish Hero [unit]: type=Royal Guard, id=Foolish Hero
en: Foolish Hero
gl: Heroe estúpido

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Your doom is at hand, foul lich! I shall bring you down by my own hand.
gl: A túa morte achégase, noxento liche! Acabarei contigo coas miñas propias mans.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: The only doom at hand is yours, if you do not leave now. Go back to your manors and taverns, and do not trouble me further.
gl: A única morte que se achega é a túa, se non marchas agora. Volvede ás vosas casas e tabernas, e non me molestedes máis.

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: You have preyed on too many of my boys. I have come here to end this, once and for all.
gl: Deches caza a moitos dos meus irmáns. Vin para acabar con iso dunha vez por todas.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Not even real soldiers. I will sweep you aside.
gl: Nin tan sequera son soldados de verdade. Vou sacarte do medio.

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Your kind is an abomination. I am here to see that you inflict no more harm on the spirits that have passed on.
gl: Os da túa casta sodes unha abominación. Estou aquí para asegurarme de que non causes máis dor ás almas que xa pasaron ao outro lado.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Fool! By leaving your forests and coming into my domain, you have sacrificed your own spirits.
gl: Parvo! Sacrificastes as vosas propias almas deixando os bosques e vindo aquí aos meus dominios.

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: I’ve been itching for a chance to break some bones with my hammer, and now you’ve given me cause. Goodness knows you’ve got plenty of bones over there.
gl: Levo tempo buscando a oportunidade de romper alghúns ósos coa miña masa. e aghora déchesme unha causa. Meu deus, seghuro que tes aí unha morea deles.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Go back to your tunnels and your mines, and do not trouble me unless you want your hammers to work for me once you are dead.
gl: Regresade aos vosos túneles e minas e non me molestedes a non ser que queirades que as vosas mazas estean á miña mercede en canto morrades.

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Hear that boys, he’s threatening us! It’s time he learned what real dwarves are made of.
gl: Escoitastes iso, rapases? Ameásanos! É hora de que lle aprendamos de que estamos feitos os ananos.

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: So, I’ve finally found your lair, lich. You, who have been attacking the orcs for years and have destroyed many of our tribes.
gl: Con que por fin atopei a túa guarida, liche. Ti, que levas anos cazando orcos e destruíches moitas das nosas tribos.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Orcs? It is you who have forced me to choose the dark path, and it is you who ended my mortal life and made me turn into a lich. I am actually grateful to you for coming here, foolish hero. My hatred toward your race makes me stronger and I again get a chance to kill orcs!
gl: Orcos? Vós fostes os que me obrigastes a elixir o camiño da escuridade, e fostes vós os que acabastes coa miña vida mortal e fixéstesme converterme nun liche. De feito estouvos agradecido de que viñésedes aquí, heroe estúpido. O meu odio contra a vosa raza dáme forzas e volvo ter a oportunidade de matar orcos!

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Nothing will stop me from taking revenge for my father who died at your hand and for the rest of my people you and your minions have killed, lich. Orcs, attack! The one who brings me his skull gets a bag of gold.
gl: Nada me impedirá vingarme da morte de meu pai, a quen ti mesmo mataches, e do resto dos meus aos que ti e mailos teus serventes matastes, liche. Orcos, atacade! O que me traia a súa caveira recibirá un saco de ouro.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal Keshar
en: Is there an endless supply of foolish heroes with death wishes? Honestly, where do you all come from?
gl: Hai un subministro sen fin de heroes estúpidos con desexos de morrer? En serio, de onde saídes todos?

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Well, that is the end of his evil ways.
gl: Ben, esta é a fin dos seus camiños de maldade.

note: [message]: role=second
en: I wonder who he was in life, before falling into the evil ways that led him to today.
gl: Quen sería cando estaba vivo? Quen sería antes de perderse nos camiños do mal que lle levaron ao que é agora?

note: [message]: speaker=Foolish Hero
en: Once he chose this unlife for himself and his soldiers, he forfeited any claim to our compassion. Does it even matter who he was?
gl: No momento en que elixiu esta non vida para si mesmo e mailos seus soldados, renunciou a calquera dereito á nosa compaixón. Acaso importa quen era?

note: [message]: role=second
en: No, I suppose it does not.
gl: Non, supoño que non.

note: [unit_type]: id=Apprentice Mage, race=human
en: Apprentice Mage
gl: Aprendiz de mago

note: [unit_type]: id=Apprentice Mage, race=human
en: Trained in swordsmanship as a boy and the magical arts as a young man, Malin Keshar is talented at both but an expert in neither.
gl: Adestrado no manexo da espada desde novo e nas artes máxicas logo de mozo, Malin Quesar ten talento en ambas as dúas técnicas pero non é experto en ningunha delas.

note: [attack]: type=blade
en: short sword
gl: espada curta

note: [attack]: type=impact
en: magic blast
gl: explosión máxica

note: [unit_type]: id=Apprentice Necromancer, race=human
en: Apprentice Necromancer
gl: Aprendiz de nigromante

note: [unit_type]: id=Apprentice Necromancer, race=human
en: Despite his increased magical powers, Malin holds on to his short sword as his melee weapon of choice.
gl: A pesar dos seus mellorados poderes máxicos, Malin conserva a súa espada curta como arma corpo a corpo.

note: [attack]: type=cold
en: chill wave
gl: onda de frío

note: [attack]: type=arcane
en: shadow wave
gl: onda sombría

note: [unit_type]: id=Dark Mage, race=human
en: Dark Mage
gl: Mago escuro

note: [unit_type]: id=Dark Mage, race=human
en: Although Malin’s sword has grown rusty from lack of proper care, his increasing skill with magic more than compensates.
gl: Se ben o manexo da espada por parte de Malin oxidouse por mor da falta de atención, as súas habilidades máxicas en alza compénsano.

note: [unit_type]: id=Frontier Baroness, race=human
en: female^Frontier Baroness
gl: Baronesa da fronteira

note: [unit_type]: id=Frontier Baroness, race=human
en: On the frontiers of Wesnoth, all able-bodied men and women must be able to defend the town at need. While the men are most often trained in the use of sword or bow, the women learn the use of staff and sling. The most proficient are more than a match for any orcs foolish enough to engage them in combat.
gl: Nas fronteiras do Noroeste, todos os homes e mulleres fortes teñen que estar preparados para defender a vila cando sexa preciso. Mentres que os homes se adestran no manexo da espada e o arco, as mulleres aprenden o manexo do bastón e o tirafonda. Os máis competentes están á altura de calquera orco noxento, dabondo para enfrontarse a eles en combate.

note: [attack]: type=impact
en: staff
gl: bastón

note: [attack]: type=impact
en: sling
gl: tirafonda

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I’m not ready to die...
gl: Non estou preparado para morrer…

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Fool boy! You have allowed my death, and now none in this world will aid you.
gl: Parvo! Deixaches que morrese, e agora ninguén che axudará.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: No! I will not fall this close to achieving the goal of so many years!
gl: Non! Non caerei tan preto de acadar o obxectivo que durante tantos anos perseguín!

note: [message]: speaker=Darken Volk
en: Your incompetence at this simple task is appalling. You will never grow strong enough to be of use to me.
gl: A túa incompetencia nesta sinxela empresa foi atroz. Nunca chegarás ser forte dabondo para serme de utilidade.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Then my battle against the orcs is lost!
gl: Entón a miña batalla contra os orcos está perdida!
