wescamp-i 18n - en to la translation catalogue (689 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: LoW
la: HFV

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: Legend of Wesmere
la: Heroica Fabella Vesmerei

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: The tale of Kalenz, the High Lord who rallied his people after the second orcish invasion of the Great Continent and became the most renowned hero in the recorded history of the Elves.
la: Fabella Calentis, Optimatis qui populum post secundam incursionem Continentis Magni excitavit et notissimus heros omnium saeclorum Dryadalium factus est.

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: (Intermediate level, 18 scenarios.)
la: (Ordo mediocris, XVIII scaenaria.)

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: (Easy)
la: (Facilis)

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: Soldier
la: Miles

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: (Normal)
la: (Mediocris)

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: Lord
la: Magnas

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: (Hard)
la: (Difficilis)

note: [campaign]: id=LOW, type=hybrid
en: High Lord
la: Optimas

note: [about]
en: Creator and Lead Designer
la: Conditor et Princeps Architectus

note: [entry]
en: Spiros, George and Alexander Alexiou (Santi/fnaek)
la: Spiros, George et Alexander Alexiou (Santi/fnaek)

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

note: [about]
en: Prose-doctoring and adaptation for mainline
la: Verba soluta et militiam pro militiis primis mutare

note: [about]
en: WML Assistance
la: VML Auxilium

note: [about]
en: Artificial Intelligence
la: Intellegentia Artificiosa

note: [about]
en: Graphics
la: Imagines

note: [about]
en: Additional thanks to
la: Gratiae quoque aguntur

note: [entry]
en: And the rest of the Wesnoth community for feedback,
    criticism, help with WML code and graphics.
la: Et ceteris populi Vesnotei subsidio, iudicio,
    auxilio pro VML lingua et imaginibus.

note: [label]
en: Essarn
la: Essarna

note: [label]
en: River Telfar
la: Flumen Telfaris

note: [label]
en: Telfar Green
la: Campus Telfarius

note: [label]
en: Erethean
la: Eretheanis

note: [label]
en: Northern Shallows
la: Vada Borea

note: [label]
en: Arthen
la: Arthenus

note: [label]
en: Dancer’s Green
la: Campus Saltatoris

note: [label]
en: Brightleaf Wood
la: Nemus Candifolii

note: [label]
en: Ford of Alyas
la: Vadum Alyai

note: [label]
en: Elendor
la: Elender

note: [label]
en: Telionath
la: Telionathus

note: [label]
en: West Tower
la: Turris Occidens

note: [label]
en: North Bridge
la: Pons Septentrionalis

note: [label]
en: North Tower
la: Turris Borea

note: [label]
en: South Bastion
la: Arx Australis

note: [label]
en: East Tower
la: Turris Oriens

note: [label]
en: Ford of Tifranur
la: Vadum Tifranri

note: [label]
en: Karmarth Hills
la: Colles Karfinis

note: [label]
en: Arryn
la: Arryna

note: [label]
en: Westwind Wood
la: Nemus Zephyri

note: [label]
en: Southwind Wood
la: Nemus Austri

note: [part] [scenario]: id=01_The_Uprooting
en: The Uprooting
la: Eradicare

note: [scenario]: id=01_The_Uprooting
en: Chapter One: Flight and Fight
la: Liber I: Fuga Pugnaque

note: [part]
en: <i>The Legend of Wesmere</i>,
    Chapter One
la: <i>Heroica Fabella Vesmerei</i>,
    Liber I

note: [part]
en: Chapter One,
    <i>Flight and Fight</i>
la: Liber I,
    <i>Fuga Pugnaque</i>

note: [part]
en: The great elven heroes Kalenz and Landar were born in a quiet green wood in Lintanir on the fringes of the Great Northern Forest.
la: Heroes magni Calens et Lander in nemore viride tranquilo in Lintanire, fine Magnae Silvae Boreae nati sunt.

note: [part]
en: Though not of noble birth, Kalenz showed early promise in the arts of his people. His quick intelligence gained him more than usual respect among elders normally inclined to pay little heed to anyone younger than a century old.
la: Calens, etsi sine gente erat, florescuit artibus populi. Calidus plus honorem quam suetum apud patres nanctus est, qui aliquid iunior centum annis neglegere soliti sunt.

note: [part]
en: Landar and Kalenz were friends from childhood. He too attracted the attention of elders, at first because of a knack for mischief and pranks. But there was no real harm in the boy, and his jokes made him popular among the younger elves.
la: Lander et Calens ex pueritia amici erant. Ille quoque a patris animadversus est, primo ob tricas nugasque peritas. Sed vere puer non nocens erat, quia ob rem gratus dryadalibus iuvenioribus.

note: [part]
en: Perhaps the elders sensed that changing times would require more flexible minds; these were the years when humans from the Green Isle were establishing themselves south of the Great River, and the known world was changing more rapidly than it had for a thousand years before.
la: Fortasse patres sentiebant tempora mutantes vires flexibiliores petitura esse; fuit saeculum in quo homines ab Insula Viride australi Magni Fluminis se condebant, et mundus gnotus celerius vertebat, qui mille annos mutavisset.

note: [part]
en: Some changes were good. The Elves, awakened as from a long dream, began to increase in population. But some were very bad, and the worst of those was the coming of the orcs, the wreckers, the tree-killers. The years of their long childhoods were a golden age, and the last time of untroubled peace.
la: Nonnulla mutata utilia erant. Dryadalibus ex somnio excitatis civitates augescuerunt. At alii pessima, praesertim adventus orcium, occulcantes, occisores arborum. Longa pueritia eorum aetas aurea fuit, postremaque pacis secura.

note: [part]
en: The elves had never been a martial people, and they were not prepared for the inevitable war with the orcs. The friends came of age in the very year that Erlornas of Wesmere fought the first orcish raiders. Within the next decade orcish raids greatly increased, and their shadow loomed ever greater over the elves.
    
    This is the story of Kalenz, Landar, and of the Elves in the first days of the humans in Wesnoth.
la: Dryadales numquam bellici fuisset, et non parati belli cum orcibus fatalis. Aequi in ipso anno quo Erlornas primos vastatores orcium pugnabat, adolescerunt. Secundo decem annis decursiones orcium valde augebantur.
    
    Haec est historia Calentis et Landri, et Dryadalium humano in saeculo Vesnotei.

note: [modify_side] [side] [side]: id=Velon, type=Elvish Captain [side]: type=Dwarvish Steelclad [side]: type=Elder Mage, id=Crelanu [side]: type=Elvish Archer [side]: type=Elvish Captain [side]: type=Elvish Captain, id=East [side]: type=Elvish Fighter [side]: type=Elvish High Lord [side]: type=Elvish Ran
en: Player
la: Lusor

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: You trifled with the wrong elf!
la: Iniuste ludis!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Take that, you orcish scum!
la: Morere, istud caenum!

note: [side]: id=Velon, type=Elvish Captain
en: Velon
la: Velo

note: [side]: id=Tbaran, type=Orcish Warrior
en: T’baran
la: Tibaran

note: [modify_side] [side] [side]: id=Hraurg, type=Saurian Ambusher [side]: id=Tbaran, type=Orcish Warrior [side]: id=Wrulf, type=Orcish Warrior [side]: type=Arch Mage, id=Aquagar [side]: type=Elvish Captain, id=Oblil [side]: type=Elvish Marshal, id=Crintil [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Graur-Tan [side]
en: Enemies
la: Hostes

note: [side]: id=Wrulf, type=Orcish Warrior
en: Wrulf
la: Vurulfus

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Qumseh
en: Qumseh
la: Cumsa

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Graur-Tan [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Graur-Tan
en: Graur-Tan
la: Graus Tan

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Orcs are pressing on us from all directions! To arms!
la: Orces nos undique opprimunt! Ad arma!

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: Hold, Kalenz. The Ka’lian council should discuss our response. Maybe we can reach an agreement with them!
la: Mane, Calens. Concilium Calianis responsa nostra meditari debent. Fortasse pacisci possumus!

note: [message]: id=Qumseh
en: Surrender or die, tree-shaggers!
la: Dedite aut cadite, cinaedifolii!

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: They are too many. We have no choice but to submit!
la: Tot sunt. Nobis dedendum est!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Elves must never surrender to these foul beasts! Who will fight them beside me?
la: Dryadales numquam bestiis putidis dedere debent! Quis mecum pugnabit?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: We will follow you, Kalenz — but where can we go?
la: Te sequemur, Calens — sed quo eamus?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We must reach the elvish council in Ka’lian and enlist their help to recapture our home.
la: Consilium Dryadalium in Calianem attingere debemus et auxilium domui nostris recipiendo petere.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: We are surrounded!
la: Circumdati sumus!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Then we must storm one of the orcs’ outposts to break the encirclement before more enemies arrive!
la: Itaque unus stationum orcium expugnare oportet ut ante obsidionem frangamus quam plures hostium adeant!

note: [message]: id=Anduilas
en: Very well, Kalenz — lead us!
la: Certe, Calens — nos duc!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill any of the orc leaders
la: Ducem ullum orcium occidere

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Keep Velon alive
la: Velonem defendere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Kalenz
la: Mors Calentis

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Landar
la: Mors Landri

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: We surrender!
la: Dedemus!

note: [message]: id=Graur-Tan
en: Did I mention that we take no prisoners? Die!
la: Nonne dixi nos nullos captivos tenere! Morere!

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: Kalenz was right and I was wrong. Go; join Kalenz while yet you can. I and the remaining elders will cover your retreat as best we may.
la: Calens vera dixit et ego falsa. I; Calentem coniunge dum potes. Patres reliqui et ego cursum tuum quam optime defendemus.

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: Flee, Kalenz... find vengeance for us!
la: Fuge, Calens... ulciscere!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Velon, I swear on the life of Irdya that I will not let you be forgotten while elves yet draw breath to sing.
la: Velo, me spondeo capite Irdyai te non obliturum esse dum dryadales auram canendi suscipiamus.

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: Swords will aid us more than songs, Kalenz; you saw that before I.
la: Gladii quam carmina usui erunt, Calens; sensisti ante me.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Swordsmen you shall have, as swiftly as I can find them and return.
la: Gladiatores tibi erunt, tam celeriter quam invenire et redire possum.

note: [message]: race=orc
en: You won’t get very far! After them!
la: Non longe ibitis! Se persequimini!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Curse you, tree-shaggers! We will feed your young to our wolves!
la: Cinaedifolii exsecrabiles! lupos nostros cum catulis vestris alemus!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: What is this? The orc held plunder!
la: Quid est? Praedas orcibus tentas!

note: [message]: id=Velon
en: Flee, Kalenz... Our hopes ride with you...
la: Fuge, Calens... Spes tecum it...

note: [scenario]: id=02_Hostile_Mountains
en: Hostile Mountains
la: Montes Obvii

note: [part]
en: Kalenz and his band broke out of the orcish encirclement, only to discover that the country on the direct route to the Ka’lian was already swarming with orcs. The raid on Kalenz’s home, it seemed, had been but one small part of a great migration south. There was no choice but to make a detour through territory the elves would rather have avoided...
la: Calens et manus vix obsidionem orcium fracti invenerunt iam ruri in via recta ad Calianem orces influere. Certamen domus Calentis modo parva pars migrationis magnae ad meridiem visum est. Illis nulla optio erat nisi iter per fines flectere, qui dryadales potius sperabant se vitaturos esse...

note: [side]: type=Dwarvish Steelclad
en: Neutrals
la: Medii

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Those stinking trolls ha’ stepped on <i>our</i> land!
la: Troglodytae foedae <i>nostrae</i> terrae instituerunt!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Those lying elves have stepped on <i>our</i> land!
la: Dryadales mendaces <i>nostrae</i> terrae instituerunt!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Fight to subdue, and do not kill unless you must. We have foes enough as it is without making blood enemies of these dwarves.
la: Pugnate ad subigendum, nolite interficere nisi necesse. Sunt iam satis hostium etiamsi hi pumiliones fatales hostes non sint.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: It should be rare sport to watch this... Just be sure not to trespass on our land.
la: Sit ludus rarus id spectare... Sed fac ne in terram nostram invadetis.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Up axes, and death to elves!
la: Tollite secures, et mors ad dryadales!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Up axes, and death to trolls!
la: Tollite secures, et mors ad troglodytas!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Up axes, and kill all the interlopers!
la: Tollite secures, et occidite omnes advenas!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Defend our bounds! Slay all who trespass them!
la: Defendite fines! Necate omnes invadentes!

note: [side]: type=Troll Hero, type=Great Troll, id=Grugl
en: Grugl
la: Grugelius

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I had hoped to avoid these paths... The eastern way is through dwarvish territory and is shorter. I pray the dwarves will grant us safe passage, since the other path is through troll territory...
la: Speraveram me vias vitaturum esse... Via occidentem per fines pumilionum brevior est. Precor ut nani iter tutum nobis dent, cum via alia per fines troglodytarum sit...

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Not even in yer dreams, elf. These are dwarvish lands, and troubles we want no part of nip at yer heels. Get out and stay out!
la: Non etiam in somnio, dryadales. Hi fines pumilionum sunt, et curae odibiles calces mordent. Exite et ibi manete!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Our troubles will be yours, too, whether either of us will it or not. The orcs have come down from the north like a flood; if we squabble among ourselves they will feast on our discord.
la: Curae quoque nostrae vobis curae sunt, sive volamus sive nolamus. Orces sicut aestus a Borea defluxerunt; si inter se altercati fuerimus discordia vorabunt.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Bah. More smooth words and trickery, by my beard. We know yer kind... and who needs yer help anyway, weaklings? Leave now, or feel my axe! That same kiss of steel will greet all intruders. Anyone who sets foot on the eastern bank o’ this river will rue the day he was born!
la: Fu. Plures verborum disertorum ac fraudum, barba. Scimus genus tuum... atque cui auxilium tuum opus est, invalidi? Iam discedite, aut tangite securem! Tactus idem ferri omnes irrupmentes salutabit. Quisquis ripae orienti fluminis huius institerit diem natalem dolebit!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I cannot see how trolls could be any less friendly.
la: Non intellego quomodo troglodytae minus amicae sint.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Hmm... Perhaps the dwarves’ intransigence can serve our purpose. Onwards, and no matter what you do, do <i>not</i> step on the eastern bank of the river!
la: Hmm... Fortasse pumiliones constantes nobis usui sint. Agite, et quicquid agetis, <i>nolite</i> insistere ripae orienti fluminis!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kalenz or Landar must reach the signpost
la: Calens Landerve signum attingere debent

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Grugl
la: Grugelium vincere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Olurf
la: Mors Olurfii

note: [message]: speaker={SPEAKER_NAME}
en: We made it. Onwards to Wesmere!
la: Adiimus. Agite ad Vesmerem!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Crazy elves! But at least they felled a few trolls before they left.
la: Dryadales insanos! Sed prius saltem paucos troglodytarum ceciderunt quam exierunt.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Crazy elves!
la: Dryadales insanos!

note: [message]: id=Grugl
en: Urgh! Grugl tried to eat dwarves, but choked on their sharp nasty axes.
la: Uh! Grugelius nanos esse adortus est, sed a securibus malis acutis anctus est.

note: [message]: id=Grugl
en: Urgh! Grugl wanted tasty elf-meat, but choked on their nasty pointy spears!
la: Uh! Grugelius carnem dryadalem volebat, sed ab hastis malis acutis anctus est!

note: [scenario]: id=03_Kalian_under_Attack
en: Ka’lian under Attack
la: Calianis Oppugnatus

note: [part]
en: Events at the Ka’lian took an ominous turn before Kalenz and his band could arrive there...
la: Eventa Calianem ominibus inviderunt antequam Calens manusque adire potebant...

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Chief, the cursed tree-shaggers are defeating us!
la: Princeps, cinaedifolii damnata nos vincunt!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We die, but more come after us, Orcs will rule all!
la: Morimur, at plures postea venient. Orces omnes regent!

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Mutaf-uru
en: Mutaf-uru
la: Mutafus Uru

note: [message]: id=Mutaf-uru
en: Good, you are returned. What news is there?
la: Bene est, adisti. Quid novi?

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: The elvish scum refused to surrender, Warlord. We have begun the attack, as planned.
la: Caenum dryadale vetant se deditura esse, Bellipotens. Impetum decretum adorti sumus.

note: [message]: id=Mutaf-uru
en: Were you able to breach their citadel?
la: Potis eratis arcem expugnasse?

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: Yes. We slaughtered them in great numbers.
la: Potis. Plurimos trucidavimus.

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: No, our attack was repulsed.
la: Non potis, impetus depulsus.

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: They resisted us fiercely; the battle is not yet done.
la: Ferociter restiterunt; proelium non iam finitur.

note: [message]: id=Mutaf-uru
en: Go, report this news to the warlord Grubr.
la: Agedum, hoc nuntia Grubro bellipotenti.

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: I obey.
la: Nuntiabo.

note: [message]: id=Mutaf-uru
en: These elves are weak, mere meat for my wolves! Get them!
la: Dryadales debiles sunt, modo carno lupis! Sequimini!

note: [message]: id=Mutaf-uru
en: Cursed tree-shaggers and their filthy bows! We shall await the main army.
la: Cinaedifolia damnata arcosque foedos! Exspectabimus primum exercitum.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all enemy leaders.
la: Omnes duces hostium vincere.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Galtrid
la: Mors Galtridii

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Eradion
la: Mors Eradionis

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: For days, Kalenz and his small host of followers traveled, moving nearer and yet nearer to the Ka’lian. Thanks to the dense fog and elvish woodscraft, the band was able to evade the orcish hunters. Then, as they were almost arrived at their destination, the north wind blew, and the fog lifted to reveal a grim sight...
la: Calens dies noctesque cum turba sequentium ibant, iam adientes iam adiacentes Calianem, et ob nebulam densam et artem ligneam dryadalium, orcium manus venatores posse evitare. Demum fere attingentibus, Borea flato, nebula diffluens aspectum horriferum aperuit...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Great hosts of orcs converge on the Ka’lian! But if we fall upon them from behind as they are fully engaged with the defenders, we and they together might yet defeat them.
la: Ingentes catervae in Calianem effundunt! Sed si illos a tergo aggressi erimus cum manus in defensores conserent, nostri suique etiam una vincamus.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: Are you our army’s vanguard? Hurry, for we are sorely pressed here.
la: Antecursoresne estis exercitus? Currite, nam graviter premimur.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: No, we are fleeing an attack on our home in the Lintanir. Time enough for talk later; we must defeat these orcs together, or at least hold them off long enough for the humans to come to our aid.
la: Haudquaquam. Impetum in sedem fugimus. Mox tempus loqui erit; seu opus est una orces superare, seu saltem resistere donec homines nobis subvenient.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: Then you have not heard the ill tidings. King Haldric has broken the treaty. The humans will not come to our aid!
la: Non igitur nuntius malus tibi relatus est. Rex Haldricus foedus fregit. Homines non nobis subvenient!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: How dare they break the treaty!
la: Etiam audent foedus frangere?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We have failed to relieve the defenders, and more orcish war-bands are arriving. All is lost!
la: Defuimus defensoribus succedendis atque plures catervarum appropinquant. Omnia perdita!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Hold on until turns run out.
la: Donec tempus exit resistere.

note: [message]: id=guard
en: Hist! Someone is sneaking about in the mist.
la: Silete! Nescioquis in nebula repit.

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: Ho, elves! Hand over the stone and we <i>might</i> not destroy your cute little playhouse, and we <i>might</i> spare you. Or, at the very least, we promise you a quick and painless death.
la: Avete, dryadales! Si lapidem tradideritis <i>non</i> modicam cellam vostram deleamus ac <i>fortasse</i> vobis parcamus, aut saltem vobis mortem sine mora cruceve pollicemur.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: What ‘stone’, foul and clumsy orc? Your lips are not fit even to name the citadel of the Ka’lian, for it has stood since before your kind crawled into sunlight and will endure long after you are forgotten!
la: Quid ‘lapis’, inepte orx ac foede? Non etiam te decet arcem Calianem nominare, nam prius stabat quam genus tuum in lucem repserunt et stabit vobis oblitteris!

note: [message]: id=Urudin
en: We will cram those arrogant words back down your throat before we kill you, wose-spawned worm of an elf!
la: In gutturem verba superba rursum farciemus antequam vos delemus, vermes vosigemini dryadalium!

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: To arms, elven-kin! They are many, but our army is returning and surely close at hand. We have but to hold until it arrives!
la: Ad arma, comites dryadales! Etsi plures adsunt, sui revertuntur ac certe in manibus sunt. Tantum opus est resistere dum redeant!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You will have a different recall list and amount of starting gold than you may be expecting at the beginning of this scenario, as you will not start with Kalenz’s army.
la: Tabulam evocatorum dissimilem et acervum aureorum pro initio habebis quam scaenario incepto expectares, quia non cum exercitu Calentis incipies.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We won! The Ka’lian is safe!
la: Superavimus! Calianis tuta est!

note: [message]: id=Huraldur
en: The elvish treasury is under attack! They need help desperately!
la: Thesaurus dryadalium oppugnatur! Iam iam auxilio egent!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Galtrid, your men are weary from long combat. Mine are fresher; I’ll go.
la: Galtridi, copiae tuae defessae pugnando, sed meae recentiores sunt; ego ibo.

note: [message]: id=Huraldur
en: Hurry! We were near overwhelmed as I left.
la: Festina! Haud multum afuimus quin opprimeremer cum discederem.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: Yes, go, Kalenz, I’ll guard the Ka’lian till our army returns from the front.
la: Festina, agedum, Calens, Calianem dum exercitus ab acie redibunt tegam.

note: [scenario]: id=04_The_Elvish_Treasury
en: The Elvish Treasury
la: Thesaurus Dryadalium

note: [scenario]: id=04_The_Elvish_Treasury
en: Chapter Two: The Treasury
la: Liber II: Thesaurus

note: [part]
en: <i>The Legend of Wesmere</i>,
    Chapter Two
la: <i>Heroica Fabella Vesmerei</i>,
     Liber II

note: [part]
en: Chapter Two,
    <i>The Treasury</i>
la: Liber II,
     <i>Thesaurus</i>

note: [part]
en: Kalenz and his forces raced to relieve the siege of the Elvish Treasury...
la: Calens suique cucurrerunt obsidium Thesauri Dryadalium fractum...

note: [side]: type=Saurian Ambusher, id=Shurm
en: Shurm
la: Scurmus

note: [side]: type=Saurian Ambusher, id=Trigr
en: Trigr
la: Triger

note: [objective]: condition=win [objectives]
en: Defeat all enemy leaders
la: Omnes duces hostium vincere

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: It seems that we are too late. The Treasury has fallen to the Saurians...
la: Videmus seri. Thesaurus Lacertis succubuit...

note: [message]: id=Huraldur
en: And I see the remains of the garrison has been taken prisoner.
la: Et video reliquias praesidii captas esse.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We must free them and make these saurians pay. Attack and leave no one alive!
la: Liberandae sunt et cogamus lacertas poenas dare. Pugnate et nullo parcite!

note: [message]: role=liberator
en: I will do as you say, sneak in and free them. Wish me good fortune and no discovery!
la: Obrepam et eos liberabo. Beer et non inveniar!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Go swiftly and silently.
la: I celeriter taciteque.

note: [message]: id=Shurm
en: More elves are coming! Too late, we’ve taken all your gold and we’ll get more gold from the orcs for helping them out!
la: Plures dryadalium veniunt! Serum est, omne auri cepimus ac orcibus iuvando plus adipiscemur!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: You will not live to enjoy it!
la: Non vives ut eis fruaris!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: We are free! My lord Kalenz, from this day forward I and my men are your sworn followers. And there is that which you should know about the treasure the orcs seek...
la: Liberati sumus! Domine Calens, hinc ego meique satellites tui erimus, et id est quod debes scire de praeda ab orcibus petente...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I accept your service gratefully, for I will need every sword and bow and spell with which to defeat these invaders. There will be time for talk later; now, we must fight.
la: Studium tuum cum gratia accipio, nam omnia ferra et arcus carminaque ad irrumpentes vincendum requiro. Mox tempus loqui; nunc, pugnandum est.

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Cleodil
la: Mors Cleodilai

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Without their leaders, the saurians flee in panic. Let us free the treasury’s garrison before they can find it in them to rally and return.
la: Lacertae, pavore, sine ducibus effugiunt. Praesidium liberemus antequam se moventes redire possint.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We have defeated the saurians and freed the garrison, and that is no small thing... but our gold is gone.
la: Lacertas vicimus et praesidium liberavimus, ac non parvum est... sed aurum nostrum absent.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: The saurians happily carried away the treasury gold, but they had come here looking for something more specific... some individual object they called ‘dastone’. I am sorry, my lord Kalenz, I could not understand their distorted speech very well.
la: Lacertae libenter aurum thesauri abstulerunt, sed huc quoddam inventum venerant... quod ‘lepistam’ vocant. Me paenitet, magnas Calens, non bene sermonem durum intellegere poteram.

note: [message]: race=elf
en: The war with the Orcs goes poorly. The Ka’lian will need that gold back to buy arms and food, to hire artisans, to support its armies.
la: Bellum contra Orces male est. Calianis aureos requirit ut arma cibumque emat et fabros conducant, causa exercitus iuvandi.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We will hunt down those saurians and retrieve our gold. More, we must teach them that it is lethal folly to raid us, else they will plague us like rats.
la: Istas lacertas captabimus et aurum recipiemus, praeterea certiorem facere debemus nos adoriendum stultitiam fatalem esse, vel nos ut mures vexabunt.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I am ashamed to die at the hands of tree-shaggers!
la: Me paenitet a cinaedifoliis occidi!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: When you meet your kin in the dry hells, tell them you perished at the hands of Kalenz’s elves!
la: Cum gentem tuum congressus erit, certiorem fac te perisse ob dryadales Calentis!

note: [label]
en: Saurian Treasury
la: Aerarium Lacertarum

note: [scenario]: id=05_The_Saurian_Treasury
en: The Saurian Treasury
la: Aerarium Lacertarum

note: [part]
en: Elvish scouts found the trail of the Saurian war party without difficulty. The way back to the saurians’ treasury was clear...
la: Speculatores dryadalium facul vestigia catervae Lacertarum invenerunt. Quo modo ad aerarium illarum redeant, apparet...

note: [side]: id=Hraurg, type=Saurian Ambusher
en: Hraurg
la: Hraugus

note: [side]: type=Saurian Ambusher, id=Spahr [side]: type=Saurian Flanker, id=Spahr
en: Spahr
la: Sparhus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Enter the Saurian Treasury and leave with the gold
la: Aerarium Lacertarum inire et cum auro exire

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: There they are. They have dumped our gold in their own treasury. We must strike quickly and leave with the gold before they can summon their full host.
la: Ecce. Aerarium proprium nostro auro impleverunt. Celeriter aggrediendum est tum cum auro exeundum antequam totas vires arcessant.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Moving so much gold is no light matter. We will need horses to bear it back home.
la: Non facile est tantum aurum ferre. Equi oneri nobis sint.

note: [message]: id=Hraurg Saurians often hiss their sibilants; do this in your language.
en: The elves have followed ussss! We must hold the gold until reinforcements arrive.
la: Dryadales nos secuti sunt! Opus est aurum tenere dum subsidium adveniunt.

note: [object]
en: Treasure Chest
la: Thesaurus

note: [object]
en: The bearer of this chest is slowed in movement and attack by the same effect as the slow weapon special. Slow halves the damage caused by attacks and the movement cost for a slowed unit is doubled. A unit that is slowed will feature a snail icon in its sidebar information when it is selected.
la: Gerulus huius arcae in motu et pugna tardat eodem evento quam tela tardanda. Tardare damnum pugnae dimidio decrescit et impendium motus geminat. Actor tardus post electum exiguam cochleam in descriptione dextra habebit.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We have reached the treasury. Guard me while I bring the pillage home.
la: Aerarium advenimus. Me custodite dum praedam refero.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: New Objective: Transport the treasure with a rider to the signpost
la: Propositum novum: Ferre thesaurum equite ad signum

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Aargh! I shall never see the bright moon’s face again!
la: Ah! Numquam faciem lunai clarai speciam!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We have recovered our gold; it is well.
la: Aurum nostrum recipimus; bene est.

note: [message]: role=gold_carrier
en: We have recovered much more than our own treasure. These saurians would seem to have taken up robbery as a vocation!
la: Valde plures quam thesaurum proprium recepimus. Furtum vere negotium suum videtur!

note: [message]: id=Spahr
en: They took all our treasure! Quickly, place ambushers on all trails from here to Wesmere. I will give 500 gold to whoever kills their leader. They must not escape.
la: Totum thesauri nostri ceperunt! Agite, insidiatores ponite ad Vesmerem ab hoc loco in viis omnibus. D aureorum occisori ducis dabo. Illis non fugiendum est.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz "fare" is an archaic English verb meaning to travel or move.
en: Turnabout is fair play. Now that we’ve retrieved the gold, let us fare swiftly back to Wesmere and bring the gold back as Cleodil wishes. The Saurians will likely be infesting the direct route, so we will detour to the north.
la: Exitus acta probat. Quia aurum recepimus, ad Vesmerem celeremus referentes ut vult Cleodila. Cum Lacertae fortasse viam rectam fervent, ad septentriones eamus.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: But Kalenz, this is a boon unlooked for! With the surplus gold we could take the war immediately to the Orcs. We could come down upon them like thunder while they believe us still reeling from their invasion!
la: At Calens, praeda est subita! Statim auri cumulis Orcibus possumus bellum inferre, velut fulmina inruere dum etiam impetu titubent!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: But the Ka’lian’s gold is the Ka’lian’s. Would you have us divide our forces, some to return it to them while others attempt your thunder-stroke?
la: At Calianis aurum Calianis habet. Debemusne copias diducere, pars ut aurum illis redeant, pars ut bella tonare adoriamur?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Cleodil’s doubt is wise. Only a foolish commander divides his forces in the presence of superior numbers; to do so is to invite defeat in detail.
la: Dubitare Cleodilai est sapiens. Tantum dux stultus palam maiore copias diducit; hoc facere cladem summam invitat.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Landar, thoughts that brew in hot blood are seldom well-found.
la: Lander, fulmen est, ubi cum potestate habitat iracundia.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: It... is so. Again you speak wisdom. Very well; to the Ka’lian!
la: Bene est. Vere sapis. Perbene; ad Calianem eamus!

note: [scenario]: id=06_Acquaintance_in_Need
en: Acquaintance in Need
la: Socius Carens

note: [part]
en: To evade the saurians blocking the eastern approaches to Wesmere, Kalenz and his war-band moved to enter Wesmere Forest from a different direction...
la: Ad lacertas vitandum obvias viis ad Vesmerem in oriente, Calens manusque aliunde silvam aditum profecti sunt...

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Urug-Tar
en: Urug-Tar
la: Urug Tar

note: [side]: type=Troll Warrior, id=Traur
en: Traur
la: Traurus

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: What’s this? It appears the orcs have surrounded a dwarvish enclave. And by the sound of the bellowing I hear, I think our old friend, Olurf, is here.
la: Quid est? Orces sedem pumilionum circumdedisse videntur, et tinnitu raucisono quem audio, puto sodalem Olurfium adesse.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: You again? Maybe ye were not completely wrong when ye predicted the orcs would attack us. We ha’ been forced from our home and are now surrounded.
la: Ecce! Fortasse non falsa dixebat cum praedixerit orces nos pugnaturos esse. De domu depulsi sumus et nunc cingimur.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Let us give them aid — it’s clear they need it!
la: Illos sublevemus — certe carent!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Help them? They would not even let us pass through their land to avoid the trolls. You remember, Kalenz?
la: Subveniamus? Nonne memoras Calens, se non etiam nos sivisse ut terram ad troglodytas vitandum praeteriremus?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Our enemy is the orcs, not the dwarves. Besides, the orcs are in our way. Olurf, we cannot let you have all the fun here!
la: Hostis orces est, nec pumiliones. Praeterea orces nos impediunt. Olurfi, noli solus ludere!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: For an elf, you think like a dwarf! I think I like you!
la: Dryadalis saltem velut pumilio putas! Socius sis!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: whisper^—For an elf...
la: —Saltem dryadalis...

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: The orcs ha’ been defeated. My lord, we are in your debt.
la: Orces victi sunt. Domine mi, benficium tibi debemus.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We must put aside our differences and ally against the orcish menace. Olurf, join us!
la: Repugnantiam omittere debemus ut contra orces minantes iungamus. Olurfi, coniunge nobiscum!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Dwarves, ally with elves? I owe ye a debt, but my kin willna’ be happy at the thought.
la: Pumiliones, socii dryadalium? Debitum solutum est, sed gens mea laeta cogitare non erit.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: There will be a big fight with the orcs in Wesmere very soon. If you can cover our flank to the north, I will pay you 400 gold.
la: Mox erit in Vesmere proelium cum orcibus magnum. Si latus nostrum texeris, CD aureorum tibi dabo.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: A proper contract for good money? That’s a different matter; I’m sure I can find some o’ my people willing to fight on those terms!
la: Foedusne decens facere tanti? Est alia res; certum habeo me partem populi, quae pugnare his legibus velint, invenire posse!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: What? Kalenz, are you out of your mind? Surely you will not throw away 400 gold on this scheming mercenary!
la: Quid? Calens, es amens? Num CD aureorum isti latroni asto dimittes?

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Where there’s a contract, our honor is involved. We will be there to cover your northern flank or else I will return your gold!
la: Ubi foedus, ibi honor pertinet. Aderimus latus in aquilone tectum aut aureos tui restituam!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: I sense no falsity behind his speech, my lord.
la: Nulla ficta in verbis suis cerno, domine mi.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I, too, believe him. Dwarves may be... rough... by our standards, but they are not liars. I think he knows that if he does not honor his contract, next time we will not be there to come to his aid.
la: Quoque sibi credo. Pumiliones sint ob mores... asperi, sed non vanidici. Certe si foedus non impleverit, tum illum subventum non aderimus, quod scit.

note: [scenario]: id=07_Elves_Last_Stand
en: Elves’ Last Stand
la: Dryadales Consistentes

note: [part]
en: The journey back to Wesmere was surprisingly uneventful, the orcs having apparently withdrawn to regroup after their defeats. Kalenz and his band returned just in time...
la: Iter ad Vesmerem erat mire quietum, quia apparebat orces post cladem acies restitutum pedem retulisse. Calens catervaque tempore redierunt...

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Urug-Pir
en: Urug-Pir
la: Urug Pir

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: You must own the field and be capable of overwhelming your opponents. (Player(s) own more than 25 units while the foes’ numbers fell below 15)
la: Necesse est campo pollere et hostes opprimere posse. (Lusor(es) plures quam XXV actorum tenent tamen hostes minus XV)

note: [message]
en: Flee! They have broken us!
la: Effugite! Nos fregerunt!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Hunt them down and kill every single one of them!
la: Istos venamini et omnes necate!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: It is not wise to put a wounded foe in a desperate situation; they will but fight harder for it. Break their will and let them flee, so they will spread fear of us among their kind.
la: Non sapientis inimicum saucium in res desperandas ponere; acrius enim pugnabit. Animo fracto fer fugam, ut timorem inter se vulgentur.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: She is right. Don’t let them lure you away from the Ka’lian, preparations for when more of them arrive return must be made.
la: Vera dicit. Noli eos sinere te a Caliane illicere, paremus enim ut pugnemus cum novae copiae veniant.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: The orcs are not defeated, and our troops and supplies are exhausted. This is the end!
la: Orces non victi sunt et copiae nostrae exhauriuntur. Finis est!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: The orcs have pushed us back to the Ka’lian. There is no way out. We must win here!
la: Ad Calianem ab orcibus depulsi sumus. Est nullus exitus, sic hic nobis vincendum est!

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: This is our final stand. If they take the Ka’lian, all is lost!
la: Fortasse hic postremum consistamus. Si Calianem ceperint, omnia perdentur!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Galtrid, speak not of defeat. Elvenkind shall rise! Our enemies shall perish in blood and fire!
la: Galtridi, noli dicere de clade. Exsurgent Dryadales! Peribunt cruore et igne hostes!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: It is a dark day indeed when elves must steel themselves with dreams of slaughter.
la: Vere est lumen obscurum cum Dryadalibus somniis caedis durandum est.

note: [message]: id=Urug-Pir
en: We’ll crush those weak elves and I’ll get da stone!
la: Opprimemus istos dryadales debiles et lepistam capiam!

note: [message]: id=El_Isomithir
en: These are hardened orc and troll veterans. Men, prepare for a long, difficult fight...
la: Hi sunt bellatores calentes orcii troglodyticique. Comites, parate ad pugnam longam atque difficillimam...

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: At last! The orcs are defeated.
la: Postremo orces victi sunt.

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Pirorr
en: Pirorr
la: Piror

note: [message]: id=Pirorr
en: The elves have beaten us and they did not use da stone. Maybe they don’t have it? Great Chief will not like bad news!
la: Dryadales nos vixerunt et non lapidi usi sunt. Fortasse non habent? Nuntium malum non Bellipotenti placebit!

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: Kalenz, we are again in your debt. You returned just in time.
la: Calens, iterum beneficium tibi debemus, tempore enim redisti.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: And we have what’s left of the elvish treasury with us!
la: Certe nobis reliquias thesauri dryadalium tenemus!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Perhaps the gold will our word weight with the council.
la: Fortasse cum auro verba nostra concilium compensabunt.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en:  has left the recovered gold into the elvish treasury. You will start the next scenario with a preset amount.
la:  in thesauro dryadlium aurum receptum liquit. Scaenarium secundum numero quodem incipies.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator [part]
en: Kalenz
la: Calens

note: [message]: speaker=narrator [part]
en: Landar
la: Lander

note: [message]: id=Truugl
en: Aargh! I should have stayed in the mountains instead of joining the orcs!
la: A! Non debui cum orcibus coniunxisse sed in montibus mansisse!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Orcs, death is all you will find in this forest!
la: Orces, modo mortem in hanc silvam invenient!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I die without getting da stone?
la: Moriorne sine lapide adipiscendo?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Be grateful, tree-shagger, for I have spared you the pain of seeing your precious citadel burned and razed.
la: Gratiam refer, cinaedifolium, nam in te perpeci, ne mellitam arcem ustam dirutamque videas.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Galtrid, my friend. Do not let my death be in vain. Destroy these foul orcs, and sing for me in the green woods when we have won.
la: Galtridi, mi amice. Nole sinere mortem frustra esse. Dele istos orces impuros, cane mihi in nemore viridi cum vincamus.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: We shall avenge you tenfold!
la: Ulciscemur te decies!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Dead he is. Too quick. His screams were sweet.
la: Mortuus est. Nimis cito. Dulcis erat clamos.

note: [message]
en: Let us pursue the orc who murdered $unit.name|!
la: Persequamur orcem qui $unit.name|ium occidit!

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: No, don’t leave your formation. An elf was slain by beast. What does it matter which beast it was? We must kill them all.
la: Noli facere, nolite ab signis discedere. Dryadalis bestia interfectus est. Quid interest, utrum haec interfecit an illa? Nobis omnibus moriendum est.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Did ye think we’d let you have all the fun wi’ the orcs by yerselves?
la: Num putabas nos vos solos cum orcibus ludere sinere?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: It’s not much of an army he is bringing with him, though.
la: Non autem multus exercitus est quem ducit.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Not much of an army? These are dwarves with mighty axes, each worth three of you and your silly plinking bows!
la: Non multus exercitus? Sunt pumiliones cum magnis securibus, omnis aequus tribus dryadalium et arcubus ridiculis tinnientibusque!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Olurf, is that all the dwarves you could find? Was the gold not enough?
la: Olurfi, omnesne sunt hi pumilionum, quos invenire poteras? Aureine non satis erant?

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: They are no’ fighting for gold, they’re here for the fun. I’d ha’ brought a lot more if my men ha’ all kept quiet about helping elves! But the rest o’ my clan should join us in a few days.
la: Non auro pugnant, sed ut ludant. Valde plures duxisse si mei de dryadalibus adiuvandis siluissent! Sed ceteri gentis mei paucis diebus nos coniungant.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: In a few days? That’s too late! We want our gold back!
la: Paucis diebus? Serum sit! Volumus aureos rediri!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Sure, minus expenses.
la: Certo, sine impendio.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: What expenses?
la: Quid impendium?

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: It’s an ancient dwarvish custom to buy the warriors a few drinks before the battle... So minus expenses that’s about even.
la: Est mos antiquus pumilionum duellatoribus ante proelium paucos poculorum emere... ita sine impendio fere aequum est.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: That explains why they are so reckless in battle...
la: Aperit cur tam audaces in proelio sunt...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: ... Enough, gentlemen, we have a battle to fight!
la: ... Satis, domini, proelium pugnandum est!

note: [message]: id=Galtrid
en: Kalenz, though very young you have been most tested in battle of any of us. Will you take the command of all our troops?
la: Calens, etsi iuvenis, proelio nobis omnibus probatus es. Praeeris copiis nostris?

note: [option]: id=Kalenz
en: You do me great honor. I will strive to be worthy of it.
la: Mihi honorem magum das. Nitar merere.

note: [option]: id=Kalenz
en: You do me great honor, but I am not yet ready for this.
la: Mihi honorem magnum das, sed nondum paratus sum.

note: [scenario]: id=08_Council_of_Hard_Choices
en: Council of Hard Choices
la: Concilium Difficilium

note: [part]
en: Kalenz, you have won a great victory! Wesmere is safe. But... for what cause have you invited a dwarf to the elvish council? This is most unusual!
la: Calens, magnum vicisti! Vesmeres tuta est. Quam ob causam pumilionum ad concilium dryadalium invitasti? Hoc novissimum est!

note: [part]
en: Lady Dionli
la: Domina Dionla

note: [part]
en: My lords, this is Olurf. He and his dwarves have fought by our side and have well earned a place in this meeting. The war that comes upon us must be met by all in Wesnoth; Elves, Dwarves and Humans.
la: Domini mei, est Olurfius. Qui et sui pugnati nobiscum bene sedem in concilio meruit. Bellum minans nobis omni Vesnotei occursum est; Dryadalibus atque Pumilionibus Hominibusque.

note: [part]
en: El’Isomithir
la: Elisomither

note: [part]
en: Leave the Humans out of this. King Haldric has broken the treaty we signed with him eleven years ago, and has sent back all our emissaries. When he arrived on our shore he was very humble, but now his arrogance knows no bounds. He believes the Orcs will not dare to fight him.
la: Ommitte homines. Rex Haldricus foedus nobiscum constitutum abhinc undecim annos fregit, ac omnes legati remisi. Cum ad litus adveniret summissus lenisque foret, iam effrenate suberbus, credit nam orcibus non secum pugnare.

note: [part]
en: My lords, the Orcs have been pushed out of Wesmere, but they are far from defeated. We must take the fight to them, recover our lost lands and smash their great horde beyond possibility that it will threaten us again.
la: Domini mei, Orces de Vesmere depulsi sunt, sed haudquaquam victi. Copiam pugnandi facere debemus, ut terras ammissas recipiamus, ut magnum gregem perfrangamus, ne umquam nobis minetur.

note: [part]
en: Legmir
la: Legmirius

note: [part]
en: Too many elves have died already. To take the war to the Orcs, we would have to risk all our remaining fighters on one throw. And we are not as skilled in fighting outside our forests. We have already shown the Orcs that attacking us is folly; the prudent course would be to rebuild our strength.
la: Iam nimis dryadalium mortui sunt. Ut duellum contra Orces inferamus, necesse est uno iactu pugnatores reliquos audere, enim nos non tam periti pugnando silvas extra. Iam demonstravimus id stulti orcis esse nos aggredi; est prudentis copias restituere.

note: [part]
en: Those of us who follow Kalenz have shown it can be done. We have been fighting ever since we were forced out of our home country, in all kinds of lands. And, we are willing to die in order to defeat foul orcs!
la: Illi Calentem secuti probaverunt facere posse, nam contendimus post ex patria in omne genus terrai expulsos et mori volumus ut orces foedos superemus!

note: [part]
en: Our answer is still no. Prepare our defenses as best you can, but do not renew offensive war. This is the council’s decision.
la: Etiam vetamus. Moenimenta para pro parte tua, sed noli duellum renovare. Sic concilium consituerunt.

note: [part]
en: Aftermath
la: Eventum

note: [part]
en: After leaving the council, our friends talked in private...
la: Nostri, concilio decesso, inter se clanculum locuti sunt...

note: [part]
en: Perhaps you were wiser than I, Landar. Had we divided our forces, we would not be bound to inaction now.
la: Fortasse sapientius fecisti, Lander. Si copias diduxissemus, iam officio non careremur.

note: [part]
en: And our home? How can we free Lintanir without taking the war to the orcs?
la: Et sedes nostra? Quomodo Lintanirem liberemus sine in orces bello inferendo?

note: [part]
en: Cleodil
la: Cleodila

note: [part]
en: I too am troubled by the council’s passivity. But it was not our decision to make.
la: Aversor quoque torpedinem concilii. Sed non nobis erat arbitrio.

note: [part]
en: This is madness! The Orcs will but regain their strength and attack again, if we give them the time! We must have some other sort of help. Olurf, can we perhaps make a war-pact with the Dwarves?
la: Sunt amentes! Orces vere convalescentes rursum aggredientur, si cunctati erimus! Genus alium auxilii invenire debemus. Possumusne, Olurfi, cum Pumilionibus pacisci?

note: [part]
en: I dinna’ think it can be, Kalenz. My people are too suspicious of you Elves. But it may be there is something else we can do. I ha’ heard tale of a powerful mage in the mountains who helped our people before. Maybe he will aid us again.
la: Puto nos non posse, Calens. Gens mea Dryadalibus nimium diffidunt. Sed fortasse aliter ac quod dicebas faciamus. Fertur esse in montibus magum potentem qui prius gentem nostram iuvit. Fortasse iterum nos iuvabit.

note: [part]
en: Olurf
la: Olurfius

note: [part]
en: And where do we find this mage, if he exists?
la: Et quo magum inveniamus, si vivit?

note: [part]
en: It willna’ be easy. He lives in the mountains of Thoria and he never helps anyone for free. Thoria is very dangerous, especially for elves. Even dwarves and trolls dinna’ go there lightly.
la: Non facile factu est. Montes Toriai habitat et numquam aliquem sine pretio adiuvat. Toria est periculosissima, praesertim dryadalibus. Etiam pumiliones troglodytaeque illoc otiose non eunt.

note: [part]
en: I think the Orcs will be in no position to attack us for some time. Maybe we should go see this mage. Olurf, can you take us there?
la: Puto Orces ad tempus nos pugnare potes fore. Fortasse debemus magum invenire. Olurfine, illoc nos ducere?

note: [part]
en: I think I can. But dangerous this will be!
la: Arbitror. Sed hoc periculosum erit!

note: [part]
en: Very well. We shall leave our best troops and gold here in case the Orcs attack Wesmere again.
la: Fiat. Nostros et aureos hic relinquemus, quoniam Orces iterum Vesmerem oppugnent.

note: [scenario]: id=09_Bounty_Hunters
en: Bounty Hunters
la: Captatores Praedai

note: [scenario]: id=09_Bounty_Hunters
en: Chapter Three: The Book of Crelanu
la: Liber III: Liber Crelani

note: [part]
en: <i>The Legend of Wesmere</i>,
    Chapter Three
la: <i>Heroica Fabella Vesmerei</i>,
    Liber III

note: [part]
en: Chapter Three,
    <i>The Book of Crelanu</i>
la: Liber III,
     <i>Liber Crelani</i>

note: [part]
en: Believing that Wesmere’s seeming safety might prove a costly illusion, Kalenz, Landar and Olurf left enough troops and resources to guard it strongly before starting off on the long and dangerous trip to the great mage of Thoria. They would soon find that peril was closer than they had reckoned.
la: Calens, credens speciem Vesmerei tutae esse fatales praestigias, satis copiarum ad custodiendum positis, cum Landro Olurfioque ad iter longum atque difficile usque ad magum magnum Toriae profectus est. Mox comperirent magis periculi quam exspectaverant.

note: [side]: type=Saurian Flanker, id=Huurgh
en: Huurgh
la: Hurg

note: [set_variable]
en: some experienced warriors
la: aliqui bellatorum peritorum

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kalenz crosses the river
la: Calens pontem transgreditur

note: [message]: id=Huurgh
en: Yess! It’s the elves who stole our gold! The bounty is mine!
la: Io! Ecce issstos dryadales qui aurum nostrum abstulerunt! Praeda est mihi!

note: [message]: id=Shhar
en: I saw them first, fool! The bounty is all mine.
la: Primo eos vidi, caudex! Mihi est omnis praeda.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: What are they talking about?
la: De quo loquuntur?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: It would seem the Saurians put a bounty on our heads for having the effrontery to take our gold back after they stole it. Are you interested?
la: Lacertae viduntur praedam, quod audacter nos aurum ereptum recepimus, obtulisse. Tuane interest?

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: No, but my axe is interested in some saurian heads! They ha’ been too friendly with the Orcs for my liking!
la: Non mea interest, sed interest ut securis mea aliquae capita Lacertarum cadat! Illae nimium amicae Orcibus sunt, ut opinor!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Remember, we are here on a mission. We will fight these saurians if we must, but our mission is to get to Thoria.
la: Memorate officium nobis esse. Ferro cum Lacertis dimicabimus, si necesse sit, sed Toriam attingere officium est.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: They are far too numerous to risk battle with. Let’s cross the river!
la: Tot sunt ut manus conserere audere non possimus, pontem transeamus!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: We can outrun them in the woods and mountains beyond the north shore. But crossing the river without a bridge? We dwarves know water is a very dangerous thing!
la: In silva montibusque ultra ripam boream praeterire possumus, sed pontem transire sine ponte? Ipsi scimus aquam periculosissimam esse!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Indeed, this river is, I believe, Arkan-Thoria. There are fell legends about it. May be they are but children’s tales... Still, be very careful when you cross it.
la: Vero credo hoc flumen Arcantoriam esse; sunt rumores formidulosos, fortasse modo fabulae aniles... sed praecavete cum transeatis.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: You speak my thought, Cleodil. Close in behind me; I’ll guard you from harm myself. Look to your weapons as we cross, all! And be wary.
la: Congruumus concorditer, Cleodila. Ante me mane; ipse te ab iniuria defendam. Curate arma ut transimus, et curate!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Before Kalenz left the Ka’lian he had ordered $left_behind_kalenz to stay and guard it.
la: Calens, antequam Calianem discedit, $left_behind_kalenz iusserat manuisse custodisseque.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Before Landar left the Ka’lian he had ordered $left_behind_landar to stay and guard it.
la: Lander, antequam Calianem discedit, $left_behind_landar iusserat manuisse custodisseque.

note: [side] [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Gryphon Leader
en: Creatures
la: Animales

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We made it. Onwards to Thoria!
la: Advenimus. Ad Toriam!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: At last!
la: Euge!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: We’ll need to settle things with these saurians once and for all!
la: Postremo lacertae perficiendae sunt!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Hasn’t enough blood been shed? I think we can compose matters with them after the threat of the orcs has been met.
la: Nonne erat satis cruoris? Credo nos res cum ilis pacturos esse postquam comminationem orcium perfecta est.

note: [unit]: type=Water Serpent, id=Sealurr
en: Sealurr
la: Marelur

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The legends are true! Sea creatures are upon us!
la: Fabulae sunt verae! Bestiae maris nobis minantur!

note: [unit]: type=Cuttle Fish, id=Kallub
en: Kallub
la: Kallubus

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: They are coming at us from all sides!
la: Undique veniunt!

note: [unit]: type=Water Serpent, id=Scardeep
en: Scardeep
la: Alticicatrix

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Watch for the serpent!
la: Cave serpentem!

note: [unit]: type=Cuttle Fish, id=Kalimar
en: Kalimar
la: Calimer

note: [unit]: type=Cuttle Fish, id=Alkamar
en: Alkamar
la: Alkamer

note: [scenario]: id=10_Cliffs_of_Thoria
en: Cliffs of Thoria
la: Rupes Toriai

note: [part]
en: Leaving Arkan-Thoria behind, Kalenz and his band ventured into the dangerous mountains of Thoria...
la: Arcantoriam liquentes, Calens manusque montes Toriae ingredi ausi sunt...

note: [side]: type=Troll Warrior, id=Tafrul
en: Tafrul
la: Tafrulus

note: [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Gryphon Leader
en: Gryphon Leader
la: Dux Grypum

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Reach the signpost with Kalenz
la: Cum Calente signum attingere

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I can hardly see with all that mist around, but I can sense danger.
la: Vix per istam nebulam videre possum, sed periculum videre.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Told ye it would be no picnic excursion, elf-boy. Are ye lily-livered to continue?
la: Dixi id facile factu non esse, puer. Num nimis timidus es?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Gentlemen, don’t squabble. We cannot go back now. But be watchful; I don’t like the feel of this country one bit.
la: Viri, nolite altercari. Nunc redire non possumus, at praecavete; mala in regione sentio.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: I, too, feel we are in great danger.
la: Quoque sentio periculum ad manum esse.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Cleodil, stay close to me. If there is anything real behind this aura of dread, likely your keen senses will find it first and I will want to know what you discover immediately.
la: Cleodila, mane apud me. Si sit vera ante nubem metus, certo acres sensus primus cernent et statim scire volo quid inveneris.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Onwards!
la: Porro!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Yer doing pretty well, elf-boy!
la: Res bene sunt, puero!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: There is some greasy-looking smoke rising ahead of us! Kalenz... my lord... I feel something terribly wrong is happening!
la: Ante nos fumus adipatus aspectu surgit! Calens... domine mi... sentio aliquid malum accidere!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Crelanu’s place should be close now, as I remember. Quickly, this way!
la: Domus Crelani proxima debet, ut memor. Age, huc!

note: [unit]: type=Yeti, id=Krulg
en: Krulg
la: Krulgus

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Watch out!
la: Serva!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: It’s... it’s monstrous!
la: Est... est monstruosum!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: I sense no malice in it; we are the interlopers here. Spare it if you can.
la: Sentio nullum malum; nos advenae sumus. Parce eo si potis.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Do as Cleodil says. We have enemies sufficient without provoking new ones.
la: Parete Cleodilae. Satis hostium nobis sunt sine plures movente.

note: [unit]: type=Yeti, id=Drolg
en: Drolg
la: Drolgus

note: [scenario]: id=11_Battle_of_the_Book
en: Battle of the Book
la: Proelium Libro

note: [part]
en: Quickening their pace, the elves and dwarves raced towards the smoke...
la: Accelerante gradu dryadales pumiliones,
    Ad fumum currunt obscurum...

note: [side]: type=Arch Mage, id=Aquagar
en: Aquagar
la: Aquager

note: [part] [side]: type=Elder Mage, id=Crelanu
en: Crelanu
la: Crelanus

note: [side]: type=Troll Warrior, id=Trigrul
en: Trigrul
la: Trigrulus

note: [message]: id=Crelanu
en: I sense a presence that is not one of Aquagar’s creatures. Who are you, and what is your purpose here?
la: Sentio consectum qui Aquageri non est. Quis es, et quid intendis?

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: That, I think, must be the mage of which Olurf spoke. But he is not the one I sensed as we approached this place...
la: Videtur, ut opinor, magus de quo Olurfius dicebat, sed non quem appropinquans sensi...

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I feel the shadow of destiny on my soul. There is something I am fated to do here, but I know not what.
la: Umbram fati in anima cerno. Res est quam fato necesse est facere, sed nescio quid sit.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: If you are the mage Crelanu, we have come to seek your help.
la: Si magus nomine Crelanus es, venimus auxilium petitum.

note: [message]: id=Crelanu
en: I am Crelanu... but if you want my help you must begin by helping me, for I am besieged here and in no state to aid anyone else.
la: Crelanus sum... sed si opem volunt, me succurrendo inchoare debetis, nam hic circumdor, sic valde alio opem dare non possum.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Ahhh. A fight! Perhaps this is my fate. Come, Kalenz, let us make a rescue.
la: Ah, pugnam! Fortasse mihi fatum est. Age, Calens, subveniamus.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Aquagar
la: Aquagerum vincere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Crelanu
la: Mors Crelani

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Looks like your mage friend is in trouble. There is a horde of drakes attacking him!
la: Amicus tuus magus in luto haedere videtur. Est grex draculorum pugnans!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Indeed. Before he can aid us, we will have to aid him.
la: Certo. Antequam nobis opem dare potuerit, illum iuvare opus erit.

note: [message]: id=Aquagar
en: Fools! The book will be mine!
la: Stultos! Mihi liber erit!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: There... I sense magic emanating from that stone keep east of the lake. That is where we will find the mage.
la: Illic... sentio venefica e lapidem orientale ab stagno defluere. Est locus quo magum inveniemus.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I die, but I will not go unavenged! Cursed will you be Kalenz! You will never find lasting peace in all your years. You will lose your dearest. And you, Crelanu, your book will bring woe on you and haunt all its future owners to their graves! This will be the price for slaying me, Aquagar, great drake wizard of Morogoth.
la: Morior, sed non ibo inultus! Istud detestor Calentem! Numquam longam pacem in vita invenias, carissimos perdas. Et tu, Crelane, liber tibi calamitates ferat et ad mortem dominos venturos persequatur ut idolon! Hic erit pretium mei necandi, Aquageri, draculi magi magni Morogothi.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Some scary fellow this Aquagar thinks he is! Come now, I think Crelanu owes us some drinks.
la: Quam horribilem homo Aquager ipsum putat! Agedum, puto Crelanum nobis calices debere.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: There goes our last hope!
la: Spes cadit!

note: [scenario]: id=12_Revelations
en: Revelations
la: Declarationes

note: [part]
en: So you are the ones who defeated Aquagar and his drakes. Olurf, I know you; you were here before when we were both much younger. But Elves never come to Thoria. Yet these are no ordinary times for this land. I know all; I have foreseen this would happen.
la: Nam ipsi Aquagerum suosque superavistis. Olurfi, te nosco; aderas cum multum iuniores foremus. Sed Dryadales numquam ad Toriam veniunt. Sed etiam tempores mirabiles sunt. Omnia nosco; praedixi facta eventura esse.

note: [part]
en: This is Kalenz, leader of the elves. I have brought him here to ask for your advice and your aid in dealing with the orcs.
la: Calens est, dux dryadalium. Huc duxi consilium tuum et auxilium orcium vincendi petitum.

note: [part]
en: Elves, you have fought valiantly and have won a great victory at the forest of Wesmere. Yet the forces ranged against you are not yet defeated. Indeed, they grow stronger every day. You contend against destiny. But for the moment you have diverted the orcs’ attention.
la: Dryadales, fortiter pugnato victoriam magnam in silva Vesmerei rapuistis. Sed copiae contra vos iaculatae nondum vincuntur. Etenim cotidie augescunt. Contra fata contenditis. Sed breve spatium orces distraxistis.

note: [part]
en: What do you mean, ‘diverted their attention’?
la: Qua re orces distraximus?

note: [part]
en: You cannot even imagine it. Why do you suppose orcs came all the way here to attack you?
la: Non etiam fingere potes. Cur arbitraris orces usque ad locum ipsum venisse vos pugnatum?

note: [part]
en: Because they are orcs! Look old man, can you help us beat them or not?
la: Quod orces sunt! Senex, ehodum, nos iuvare potes ut pulsemus an non?

note: [part]
en: You must be Landar. Very brave, but also very brash.
la: Es Lander. Fortissimus, sed quoque audacissimus.

note: [part]
en: Landar is brash, but he does speak plainly why we came here. I do not understand what you are talking about, either. Olurf tells me you are very wise, but only help for a price. We will pay any price within our power; just name it.
la: Lander audax, sed plane dicit quid huc venimus. Non quoque verba tui intellego. Olurfius me refert te sapientissimum esse, sed modo aere dato. Ullum pretium trademus, quod nostra potestas est, modo dic.

note: [part]
en: Are you saying the orcs attacked us looking for something?
la: Dicisne orces qui nos pugnaverunt aliquid quaesivisse?

note: [part]
en: Yes, that is what I am saying.
la: Dico.

note: [part]
en: It makes sense now. The Saurians were asking about a dastone, and also after we won in Wesmere there was an Orc mumbling something about a dastone...
la: Iam apparet. Lacertae de lepista quadam rogabant, quoque post victoriam Vesmerei orx nescioquis de lepista mussabat...

note: [part]
en: It’s not a dastone, it’s the stone: They mean the Ruby of Fire...
la: Non lepista est, sed lapis: Gemmam Ignis loquebantur...

note: [part]
en: What’s that, and what does it have to do with us?
la: Quid est, et quid ad nos?

note: [part]
en: It’s the source of your troubles. It is a very powerful magical artifact. The tyrant Haldric has it, but he has fooled the orcs into believing that the elves are hiding it. But now, they suspect they have been fooled. Haldric and his people will pay for his arrogance.
la: Est fons periculorum tui. Est opus potentissimum magicumque, quod Haldricus tyrannus habet, sed orces fefellit ut credant dryadales id abdidisse, nisi iam orces praestigias suspicantur. Haldricus populusque ob superbiam poenas dabunt.

note: [part]
en: Hmm... You seem to love king Haldric even less than the elf-lords of the Ka’lian do... How do you know all this of him?
la: Videris regem Haldricum amare minus quam amant domini dryadalium Calianis... Quomodo talia de eo scis?

note: [part]
en: So the orcs will, seeking the Ruby, now attack the humans?
la: Orcesne igitur Gemmam sequentes, nunc homines pugnabunt?

note: [part]
en: Yes. But after they win, your people will be next. And after you, the dwarves.
la: Pugnabunt. Sed post victoriam populus tuus sequetur, et post secutum pumiliones.

note: [part]
en: Don’t worry overmuch about us. It is clear you have troubles of your own.
la: Noli tantopere sollicitari. Apparet pericula unica tibi esse.

note: [part]
en: We are grateful for this counsel. But can you help us directly? Is there a way to stop the orcs?
la: Gratias ob concilium agimus. Sed recta nos iuvare potes? Possumus orces impedire?

note: [part]
en: You cannot defeat them with the forces you can now muster. You can only gain time, in the hope that you can use it to grow strong again.
la: Cum copiis quibus iam imperas illos non potes vincere, tantum eos morari, ut fortasse convalescatis.

note: [part]
en: How? Don’t tell me we had to fight the saurians, cross Arkan-Thoria, contend against the river monsters, and fight trolls and yetis to come here for nothing!
la: Quomodo? Num cum lacertis pugnavimus, Arcantoriam tansivimus, adversus feras fluminis contendimus, atque troglodytas ac simios nivis, qui adhuc irriti veniamus!

note: [part]
en: You need to kill their Great Chief and make it look like he was murdered by orcs. That way the orcs will start a civil war for succession, for many yearn to take their Great Chief’s place. You will be safe until a new leader arises strong enough to unite them again.
la: Bellipotentem orcium interficere opus est quasi orcibus necatus esset. Sic duellum civilem coronai capiendi movebunt, nam plures se supponere in regis locum cupiunt. Sospites eritis dum dux novus potens inter se coniungendi surgat.

note: [part]
en: Kill an orcish Great Chieftain? But he’s guarded better than a troll hole!
la: Interficerene Bellipotentem orcium? Sed melius quam latibula troglodytarum custoditur!

note: [part]
en: Indeed, it will not be at all easy. But maybe I can help you...
la: Quidem, haud facile factu erit. Sed fortasse adiuvare possum...

note: [part]
en: But you want something in return...
la: Sed aliquid pro parte vis...

note: [part]
en: It is as you say. These drakes were after my book. This book has all the magic and spells I know in it. They are very powerful, but the one enemy they cannot defeat is old age. The knowledge tempts me to prolong my life by evil and dark means... But this is the work of my life and I can no more destroy it than I could slay my own child. Aquagar is slain, but more will come. One of my allies has betrayed me, and now too many know of this book.
la: Quidem. Isti draculi librum meum petebant. Hic tota rerum, quae scio, magiai habet. Sunt potentissima, sed unus hostis quem superare non possunt senectus est. Scientia me probat ne vitam meam et malo et nigro modo extendam... Sed hac sunt opus vitai ipsius, idcirco vix delere possum quam puerum proprium. Aquager occisus est, sed plures venient. Quidam de sociis meis me dedit, et iam nimis hominum librum sciunt.

note: [part]
en: If you come with us, we will protect you...
la: Si nobiscum veneris, te protegemus...

note: [part]
en: No, my time is done... But the charge I lay on you, Kalenz, is to take my book and keep it from unworthy hands. Find someone to hold it who will not be corrupted by its power. And then find someone worthy not merely to hold it, but to use it!
la: Non veniam, aetas mea transit... Sed librum tibi commendo, Calens, ut clam indignos condas. Pete aliquem qui eum nescius potestatis corrumptelai tenere possit. Tunc pete aliquem dignum non modo tentu, illo sed oesu!

note: [part]
en: If your book is as powerful as you say, why not use it against the orcs?
la: Si liber tam potens est quam dicis, cur ad orces eo non oeteris?

note: [part]
en: Because the book is like the Ruby of Fire. Any fool can use the magic in the book, but only a master can vanquish the lust for power that it will bring out in him. He who fails will turn into something like Haldric, or worse...
la: Quod liber similis Gemmai Ignis est. Ullus asinus magiae in libro uti potest, sed modo magister cupidinem venturam potestatis vincere. Qui deest in Haldricos vertetur aut peiores...

note: [part]
en: Cleodil is pure in heart. Perhaps she can guard your book without being corrupted by its secrets...
la: Cleodila cor purum habet. Fortasse librum sine ab occultis corrupta tueatur...

note: [part]
en: I am sure all these secrets are far beyond my art. My art is the healing kind and I...
la: Certum habeo occulta mihi arte praestare. Mea ars est modus sanandi ac...

note: [part]
en: There is no other option.
la: Nulla est alia optio.

note: [part]
en: Very well, suppose Cleodil accepts the guardianship of your book. How will you then help us slay the orcish Great Chief?
la: Recte, ut Cleodila custodiam libri tui accipiat, quomodo nos iuvabis ut Principem Orcium peremamus?

note: [part]
en: There is a way, but it will be very dangerous. Two of you must enter the orcish camp by stealth and kill the Great Chief. There is a potion that will make you invisible for some time.
la: Est modus, sed periculosissimus. Duo de copiis tuis occulto castra orcium Bellipotentem interfectum inire debent. Est venenum quod vos invisos spatium temporis facient.

note: [part]
en: The elves have legends of such things. I suppose you have this potion, then?
la: Famae sunt apud dryadales de tanta. Opinor te hoc venenum habere?

note: [part]
en: Indeed I do, but it is perilous to use. It is made from the eyes of a powerful undead lich. It will make you invisible, but it is likely also to have undesirable effects, some temporary, some permanent!
la: Admodum, at oeti est periculosum. Oculis mortifugai potentis immortui factum est. Faciet vos invisos, sed fortisan et in tempus adficiat, et in omne tempus!

note: [part]
en: No! This is too dark and dangerous! I fear for you, Kalenz! I... would not see you come to harm.
la: Haud! Hoc est nimis obscurum periculosumque! Timeo, Calens! Non te noceri velim.

note: [part]
en: What undesirable effects?
la: Quomodo adficiet?

note: [part]
en: Your physical strength will decrease, though in return you will be able to use magic more easily and powerfully. Cleodil will show you. But the real danger will be the touch of the lich’s evil nature stealing through your veins. You will need to fight and master this evil in yourself, else you might slowly turn into a lesser demilich yourself. This is why you must take only a small dose and finish the job quickly. Delay and you will fail in your mission; take too large a dose, and you will become as the lich was.
la: Fortitudo corporea minuet, etsi in loco magis facul et magis vi magiae oeti potebit. Cleodila te docebit. Sed periculum verum erit tactus naturai malai mortifugai per venas  repturus. Mala in te decertare domareque tibi opus erit, ne paulatim mortifugula ipse fias. Hoc est cur modo parvum potum potabis et celeriter factum facies. Si moratus eris, deeris; si nimis potus potaveris, sicut tibi factum sicut mortifuga, erit.

note: [part]
en: It is a dark and desperate course you set before me, but I see no other way; we must stop the orcs. As leader I cannot ask my men to run a risk I will not take myself, so I will be one of the two who will go to kill the Great Chief. But I will not compel anyone else to come with me, not at peril of being overwhelmed from within by evil magic. Does anyone volunteer?
la: Cursus, quem ipse prae me posuisti, obscurus et praeceps est, sed non ulla via est; orces impediendi sunt. Me duce meos ut audeant quod audeam ego non, rogare non possum, quare unus erit qui Bellipotentem occidat. Sed aliquid mecum venire non cogam, in praeceps intus magia mala caedis. Ecquis vult?

note: [part]
en: I will come with you. We shall not fail!
la: Tecum veniam. Non defuerimus!

note: [part]
en: This does not seem the wisest of choices.
la: Sapientis non esse videtur illum eligere.

note: [part]
en: Landar may be impetuous, but he is a great fighter and my trusted friend. We should be about our task now, I think. Crelanu, your book will be safe with us. Cleodil will guard it until we find a worthy keeper.
la: Esti Lander bellicosus sit, est pugnator peritus atque amicus fidelis. Puto nos opus sumere debere. Crelane, liber tuus tutus erit. Cleodila custodiet donec custodem dignum inveniemus.

note: [part]
en: Come, I will give you and Landar the potion and show you a safe point to cross the river.
la: Agite, vobis venenu dabo et tunc locum tutum ostendam ut flumen transeatis.

note: [scenario]: id=13_News_from_the_Front
en: News from the Front
la: Nuntius ex Acie

note: [scenario]: id=13_News_from_the_Front
en: Chapter Four: The Alliance
la: Liber IV: <i>Societas</i>

note: [part]
en: With Crelanu’s book in hand, Kalenz and his band began the long journey south to the Ka’lian...
la: Calens copiaeque libro sumpto austrum ad Calianem longum iter coepit...

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Oh, no, I forgot my dose of Crelanu’s invisibility philter. I’ll go back and get it. I’ll catch up with you later!
la: Eheu, poculi veneni Crelani oblitus sum. Redibo adeptum. Te mox vidiam!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Maybe some of my dwarves can escort you...
la: Fortasse pauci pumilionum meorum te comitentur...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Go, Landar, but be careful. We need you.
la: I, Lander, sed cave. Te habere necesse est.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Some weeks later, as Kalenz and his companions were working their way southwards from the high peaks of the Heart Mountains into its foothills...
la: Calens sociique multis post diebus e verticibus Montum Cordis colles ad austrum iter facebant...

note: [unit]: id=Eonihar, type=Elvish Scout
en: Eonihar
la: Aeoniharus

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: This means we are safe for the time being, no?
la: Paulisperne igitur securi sumus?

note: [message]: id=Eonihar
en: What’s more, King Haldric is dead. His successor wants to renew the treaty of alliance and has asked for our help.
la: Praeterea Rex Haldricus mortuus est. Heres eius foedus societatis restituere vult et auxilium petit.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: How convenient! Now they need our help, they come running!
la: Quam commodum! Cum subsidio egent, currunt!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Landar! You’re back! All is well?
la: Lander! Redisti! Bene es?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Yes, I have the philter of invisibility.
la: Bene sum, venenum invisum mihi est.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We face a difficult choice. I know humans did not help us when the orcs attacked, but the orcs are everybody’s enemy. When humans fall, we’ll be next.
la: Hoc est discrimen. Scio homines non nobis subvenerunt cum orces aggrediebantur, sed orces sunt omnes omnibus hostes. Cum homines cadant, nos ipsi sequentur.

note: [message]: id=Eonihar
en: The orcish forces are encamped south of the Great River, and have surrounded the fortified human settlement at Tath. The humans are sending all their forces there. We need to decide whether we will help them or not.
la: Copiae orcium in austro de Flumine Magno castra posuerunt. Oppidum munitum Tatus circumdederunt. Homines cunctas copias illuc missunt. Opus est decernere utrum eos adiuvabimus an non.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Go tell the council and the human king that we will be there! Now, let’s hurry!
la: Concilium regemque humanum face certiorem nos ibi adfore! Iam festinemus!

note: [scenario]: id=14_Human_Alliance
en: Human Alliance
la: Societas Humana

note: [part]
en: <i>The Legend of Wesmere</i>,
    Chapter Four
la: <i>Heroica Fabella Vesmerei</i>,
     Liber IV

note: [part]
en: Chapter Four,
    <i>The Alliance</i>
la: Liber IV,
    <i>Societas</i>

note: [part]
en: With the human-elf alliance revived, our heroes hurried to the battlefield...
la: Heroes, foedere inter homines dryadalibusque refecto, ad aciem properavere...

note: [part] [unit]: id=Aldar, type=General
en: Aldar
la: Alder

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Grub
en: Tan-Grub
la: Tan Grub

note: [unit]: type=Great Troll, id=Grol
en: Grol
la: Grolus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Last for the end of turns
la: Vices superare

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Aldar
la: Mors Alderi

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Tremble, orcs! The vengeance of the Elves is upon you!!
la: Tremite orces! Nos Dryadales istos ulcisculturi sumus!!

note: [message]: id=Aldar
en: So it is true! The elves have come to our aid!
la: Itaque verum est! Dryadales nos adiutum venerunt!

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: Hey! Do I look like an elf?
la: Eho! Dryadalisne videor?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I can scarce believe I am fighting besides these betrayers.
la: Vix mihi inter proditoribus pugnanti credere possum.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: We cannot be choosy about our allies when our need is dire.
la: Duri esse non de sociis debemus cum praeceps est.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Indeed not. Save your anger for our enemies, Landar.
la: Quidem. Parce pro hostibus irae, Lander.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I shall. But when our need is not so dire, there must be a reckoning...
la: Parcebo. Sed cum nullum praeceps est, Ulcisci opus erit...

note: [message]: id=Tan-Grub
en: An elven army to the north? And they have dwarves with them? We must defeat them in detail before they combine, which means attacking before our reinforcements arrive. Maybe we can beat the humans before the elves can intervene. Overrun city and castle!
la: Exercitusne dryadalium in septentrione? Et nani secum? Prius omnino istos vincere necesse est quam coniungunt, quare prius pugnaverimus quam novae copiae advenient. Fortasse prius homines depellere possimus quam dryadales nos impedire. Irruite et oppidum et castellum!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The brazen cry of a war-horn is heard in the distance.
la: Clangor aenus principio procul auribus cornus
    Editus attonitis.

note: [unit]: id=Aldun, type=Horseman
en: Aldun
la: Aldunus

note: [message]: id=Aldun
en: General Aldar has received your message. He asks that you engage the orcish reinforcements from the north, preventing them from joining with their fellows here. Those fresh troops must not be allowed to enter the battle! Our reinforcements should arrive in a few days.
la: Legatus Alder nuntium tuum recepit. Rogat ut vos in novas copias orcium boreorum impetum faciatis ad se prohibendum quin cum illis contubernalibus coniungant. Illas ab acie copias recentes arcere necesse est! Subsidium paucis in diebus veniet.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Very well... But have you any word of the elvish troops marching to join us? We are too few to defeat the enemy without them.
la: Bene... Atne tibi de dryadalibus appropinquantibus nuntiatum est? Est nimis pauci qui sine se hostem vincant.

note: [message]: id=Aldun
en: We have no news from the Ka’lian.
la: Calianis nil nuntiavit.

note: [message]: id=Galtrid [message]: role=l3_store
en: Kalenz! We come to fight beside you!
la: Calens! Venimus tecum contentum!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Where is the rest of the elvish army? They were promised and should be here!
la: Ubi est ceteres exercitus dryadalium? Mihi promissum est eos adfore!

note: [message]: id=Eradion [message]: role=l3_store
en: The Great Council has decided it was too risky to send troops here. But some of us dissented and have come to fight beside you.
la: Concilium Magnum decrevit res nimium periculosam esse quam ut novae copiae huc mittantur. Sed nonnulli ita dissensere ut tecum statum venerimus.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: That is well! If the Ka’lian is too fearful or blind to see what is needed, we must do it ourselves.
la: Bene se habet! Si Calianis nimium timida caecave sit quae videamus quo caremus, soli agere necesse est.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: It is not well that we have become so divided as this.
la: Non bene est si nos inter se adeo dissentimus.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: No, it is not. But if we do not defeat these orcs here and now our divisions will all be moot. I will take every sword-arm I can get and be glad of them.
la: Equidem. Sed si iam iam hos orces non vincimus rationes nostrae non referunt. Gaudebo quod quamque dextram quae potis est accipiam.

note: [unit]: type=Paladin, id=Kulrad
en: Kulrad
la: Culradius

note: [message]: id=Kulrad
en: I see foul orcs to be ridden down! Charge!
la: Orces putros premendos video! Irruite!

note: [message]: race=orc
en: More of the cursed horse-pokers!! Run, let’s get out of here!
la: Plures caballicudentium exsecrabilium!! Currite, effugiamus!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The not-at-all-brazen cry of a war-horn is heard in the distance.
la: Clangor aenus non posthac procul editus cornus.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We have thwarted the Orcs once again!
la: Rursus orces depulimus!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: And we revived the alliance with the Humans, which is no small thing.
la: Ac foedus cum Hominibus restitimus, quod non floccus est.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Indeed it is not. As always, Cleodil, you speak with the wisdom and care that befits a healer. That is a good reminder for those who must walk the path of steel and warfare, and touches my heart.
la: Quidem non est. Ut solas, Cleodila, sapientia curaque, ut medicam decet, dicis. Quod cui ferri bellique monumentum est, atque cor meum movet.

note: [message]: id=Olurf
en: A good fight against foul enemies. These orcs make a dwarf’s hackles rise; I might even fight them for free, next time.
la: Pugna bona contra foedos hostes. Capilli prae se rigent; fortasse hinc cum orcibus pugnam nullo stipendio.

note: [message]: id=Aldar
en: The King is here! Hail Haldric II, King of Wesnoth!
la: Rex adest! Ave Haldrice II, Rex Vesnotei!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Tath will fall! We have failed!
la: Tatus ruet! Defuimus!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I die? Great Chief never said anything about fighting elves and dwarves!
la: Morior? Bellipotens numquam de dryadalibus nanisque volitantibus dixit!

note: [scenario]: id=15_The_Treaty
en: The Treaty
la: Foedus

note: [part]
en: Friends, today we have won a great victory, though it lost us good men. Let this be the beginning of a new alliance between our people.
la: Amici, hodie victoriam magnam habemus, quamquam viri amissi sunt. Hoc sit incipium societatis novai inter populum nostrum.

note: [part]
en: Haldric II
la: Haldricus II

note: [part]
en: King Haldric II, I am very pleased to hear these words. We are facing dangerous adversaries. We intend to put an end to this threat and we will welcome any ally against it.
la: Rex Haldrice II, haec verba multum mihi placet. Hostes ferocissimi apparent, idcirco quemque socium accipiemus quod minationem finire volumus.

note: [part]
en: What? We cannot trust these humans! Where were they when we fought the orcs alone? This King is bound to betray us just as his father did!
la: Quid? His hominibus confidere non possumus! Ubi fuerunt cum soli orces contendemus? Rex sicut pater eius nos proditurus est!

note: [part]
en: Silence! How dare you talk this way to the King!
la: Sile! Quam turpe tali modo Regem adloqui!

note: [part]
en: Calm down, Aldar! The elf is right to reproach us. My father did not help when the orcs attacked you. But my father is dead. There are a lot of things my father did that I can not understand; he grew suspicious and strange in his last days. But <i>I</i> am the King of Wesnoth now, not my father! And it is my intention to renew our alliance by signing a new treaty here, with you.
la: Pax, Alder! Dryadalem nos culpare decet. Pater meus non subvenit ubi orces in vos impetum fecisse. Sed pater mortuus est. Est plurimum quod factum non intellego; in ultimis diebus suspiciosus barbaricusque fuit. Sed nunc ego pro patre Rex Vesnotei sum. Atque societatem priscam novo foedere faciendo vobiscum iam renovare volo.

note: [part]
en: The King speaks wisdom. We cannot undo the past. And we need each other to fight the orcs. I will sign the treaty on behalf of the Elves.
la: Rex sapit non enim mutare praeterita possumus et consistere debemus ad orcibus pugnandum. Condiciones pro Dryadalibus accipiam.

note: [part]
en: Your father had a certain stone, the Ruby of Fire. Do you still have it?
la: Patri tuo erat quadam lapis, nomine Gemma Ignis. Etiam nunc eam habes?

note: [part]
en: How is it that you know about the Ruby of Fire?
la: Quo modo Gemmam Ignis didicisti?

note: [part]
en: We have learned, oh King, that the energy suffusing the Ruby can have evil effects on its wielders. It may well be this was the reason your father grew closed in upon himself. For your own sake and that of your kingdom, we advise you to enclose it in a net or filigree of pure gold charged with the magic of light.
la: Didicimus, o Rex, energiam, quae Gemmam imbuit, gerulum adficere posse. Quare fortasse pater tuus a ceteris distavit. Tibi tua causa atque regni causa suademus ut illam in rete diatretisve aureis magia lucis completis claudas.

note: [part]
en: Yes... this would explain many things. It shall be as you say, and I am grateful for the warning.
la: Quidem... hoc plurimum patefacit. Eveniet ut suadetis, et gratias ob monitionem vobis ago.

note: [part]
en: Now that we have signed the Treaty, let us put it into action. We will take the fight to the orcs before winter falls; we need you to demonstrate against them, drawing them away from the roads north. Can we count on you?
la: Cum Foedus factum est, id efficiamus. Prius in orces bellum intulerimus quam hiems fiet; vobis a viis boreis eos avertentes aggredi necesse est. Tibine credere possumus?

note: [part]
en: I am not sure... My late father did not pay too much attention to military matters, and we have already lost very many men...
la: In dubio est... Pater meus vix res militares animadversit, et iam plurimum virorum perdidimus...

note: [part]
en: I knew it! I always told you we stand alone!
la: Malum. Semper dictitabam nos soli stamus!

note: [scenario]: id=16_The_Chief_Must_Die
en: The Chief Must Die
la: Princeps Occidendus Est

note: [part]
en: With the battle of Tath over, Kalenz and Landar knew the time had come to carry out Crelanu’s dangerous but necessary plan. Meanwhile Cleodil had, reluctantly, been training Kalenz in a selected few of the secrets of Crelanu’s book...
la: Calens Landerque, proelio Tatus debellato, tempus fuisse mentem necesse Crelani atque periculosam efficere, scivere. Interea Cleodila ad paucos delectos secretorum libri Calentem invita exercebat...

note: [part]
en: I have taught you all that I dare. My lord... Kalenz... I pray you come back safely. My heart aches when I think of you going into such danger as this. It is peril not merely to your body, but to the essence of yourself.
la: Te omnia docui quae audeo. Domine mi... Calens... Precor tu tute revertaris. Cor quatit ubi te talem periculum facientem cogito. Praeceps est non modo corpori tuo sed medullae.

note: [part]
en: Cleodil...
la: Cleodila...

note: [part]
en: I do not think I could bear your death. Still less could I bear the corruption of your soul; the grief would ruin me.
la: Non puto me mortem tui ferre posse minus etiam quam corrumptelam animi; curae me ruant.

note: [part]
en: My eyes are open. To the danger, and... to you. You glow like a star in the night, Cleodil. You will be my guide out of darkness.
la: Oculi ad periculum aperti sunt... ad atque te. Micas velut stella noctis, Cleodila. Tu eris lumen e tenebris.

note: [side]: type=Orcish Sovereign, id=Great Chief Brurbar
en: Great Chief Brurbar
la: Bellipotens Brurbarus

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tamitahan
en: Tamitahan
la: Tamitahanus

note: [side]: id=Khrubar, type=Orcish Warlord
en: Khrubar
la: Cruber

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Gvur
en: Gvur
la: Guer

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Ozul
en: Ozul
la: Ozulus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the Orcish Great Chief and Kalenz must reach the signpost
la: Bellipotentem Orcium interficere et Calentem ad signum movere

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Here we are at last. Landar, are you sure you want to go through with this?
la: Postremo adsumus. Lander, certum habes te factum efficere velle?

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Absolutely. Let’s do it!
la: Admodum. Agite!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We need to kill the Great Chief and get out before the effect of the philter ends. Time to drink it down now!
la: Prius Bellipotentem interficere opus est et exire quam consequentiae veneni finiunt. Tempus est potare!

note: [event]: (id=Kalenz) (Elvish Lord)}, (id=Landar) ($landar_store.type)}
en: Crelanu’s philter affecting Kalenz
la: Venenum Crelani Calentem adficiens

note: [event]: (id=Kalenz) (Elvish Lord)}, (id=Landar) ($landar_store.type)}
en: Crelanu’s philter affecting Landar
la: Venenum Crelani Landrum adficiens

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: This feels passing strange! Landar, remember to stay far from the wolves —they may be able to smell us.
la: Hoc est multum mirabile! Lander, memora te a lupis longe distare debere — fortasse nos odorari possint.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: The orcish chieftain is dead! Now we must make appear he was slain by an orcish hand!
la: Bellipotens mortuus est! Nunc curare necesse est ut ille ab orce cecidisse videatur!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We are too late, the potion effects have worn off and we are visible!
la: Seri sumus, consequentiis peritis possumus videri!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: With our ruse revealed, the orcs will attack our forests instead of fighting among themselves.
la: Insidiis apertis, orces potius in silvas nostras impetum facient quam inter se pugnent.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Done!
la: Factum!

note: [message]: id=Ozul
en: The Great Chief has been murdered! Whoever did it will only get da throne over my dead stinking body!
la: Bellipotens necatus est! Quisque fecit tantum solium me rancente adipiscetur!

note: [message]: id=Tamitahan
en: I am the strongest warlord! I will be Chief!
la: Ego sum fortissimus bellipotens! Ero Princeps!

note: [message]: id=Gvur
en: No way anyone will steal my throne!
la: Haud aliquis solium meum auferet!

note: [message]: id=Khrubar
en: This is my time and I will kill anyone who disputes it!
la: Hoc est meum regnum atque quemque obstet interficiam!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: The plan is working! Now we will take back what’s ours!
la: Venenum vincit! Nunc quod nobis est recipiamus!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Softly, Landar. We still have to get out of here...
la: Molliter, Lander. Etiam nunc exire necesse est...

note: [hides]: id=invisible
en: invisible
la: invisibilis

note: [hides]: id=invisible
en: Enemy units cannot see this unit, except for wolf-based units who can smell it if close enough. Hence except for wolf-based units, enemy units will not initiate an attack on this unit. Defense is at 80 percent for every terrain except water, where it is 70 percent.
la: Actores hostiles hunc videre non possunt, nisi lupites qui eum odorari, si appropinquant. Hinc actores hostiles nisi lupites in hunc impetum non facient. Defensio est ubique octogenae centesimae, nisi in aqae, quo est septuagenae centesimae.

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Pillager, id=Odrun
en: Odrun
la: Odrum

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Pillager, id=Kardur
en: Kardur
la: Kardurus

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Pillager, id=Kartrog
en: Kartrog
la: Cartrogus

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Knight, id=Sdrul
en: Sdrul
la: Strullus

note: [unit]: type=Direwolf Rider, id=Utrub
en: Utrub
la: Utrubus

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Knight, id=Uhmit
en: Uhmit
la: Umit

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Grut
en: Grut
la: Grutus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Krolru
en: Krolru
la: Crolru

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Crossbowman, id=Erdug
en: Erdug
la: Erduggus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Tan-Drur
en: Tan-Drur
la: Tandrer

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Crossbowman, id=Brim
en: Brim
la: Brimus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Krud
en: Krud
la: Crudus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Krulr
en: Krulr
la: Cruler

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Draglar
en: Draglar
la: Dragler

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Qmrun
en: Qmrun
la: Cumrum

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Spearman, id=Sbrak
en: Sbrak
la: Spracchus

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Impaler, id=Ozdul
en: Ozdul
la: Ozdulius

note: [unit]: type=Goblin Impaler, id=Zuzerd
en: Zuzerd
la: Zuzerdus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Archer, id=Egrok
en: Egrok
la: Egrocchus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Muhmr
en: Muhmr
la: Mummer

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Crossbowman, id=Cfrul
en: Cfrul
la: Cifrul

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Crossbowman, id=Irkrul
en: Irkrul
la: Ircrul

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Cebrun
en: Cebrun
la: Cebrum

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Arrkud
en: Arrkud
la: Arkudus

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt, id=Gulmod
en: Gulmod
la: Gulmodus

note: [scenario]: id=17_Breaking_the_Siege
en: Breaking the Siege
la: Obsidium Frangere

note: [part]
en: With the orcs embroiled in a civil war, Kalenz seized the chance to take back his beloved home. Reports had been arriving of an enclave of Northern Elves yet holding out against the orcish invaders. It was quickly decided to send a force to their aid. But harsh winter weather descended while it was en route...
la: Calens, inter orces intestino bello fervente, ex istos domus dilectae eximendi facultatem carpsit. Cum nuntiatum sit paucos Dryadalium Boreorum adhuc orcibus irrumpentibus restitisse, celeriter decretum est copias ad subveniendum mitti, sed eis prodeuntibus acer hiems irrupit...

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Kior-Pur
en: Kior-Pur
la: Cior Pur

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Mbiran
en: Mbiran
la: Mabiran

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Durr
en: Tan-Durr
la: Tandurus

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Uradredia
la: Mors Uradrediai

note: [message]: id=Kior-Pur
en: I see troops coming from the south! It must be that our army has beaten these elves and humans and will now help us crush these remaining elves!
la: Copias ex austro venientes video! Nonne exercitus hos dryadales vicerunt? Non homines nos adiuvent ut nos reliquos dryadales frangamus!

note: [message]: id=Uradredia
en: Our defenses are stretched thin. Men, prepare to face another orcish attack!
la: Defensores nostri minutim tetenderunt. Viri, parate ad alium impetum depellendum!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: The North Elves still stand. Prepare for battle!
la: Dryadales Borei etiam nunc stant. Parate ad proelium!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: The North Elves are now free!
la: Dryadales Borei nunc liberi sunt!

note: [message]: id=Uradredia
en: Our thanks to you, Kalenz, son of Kliada. Our troops are at your command.
la: Gratias ago tibi, Calens, fili Cliada. Copiae nostrae praees.

note: [message]: id=Kior-Pur
en: The elves are attacking us! Reserves!
la: Dryadales pugnant! Auxilia!

note: [unit]: type=Direwolf Rider, id=Zhuk
en: Zhuk
la: Zucchus

note: [unit]: type=Direwolf Rider, id=Dran
en: Dran
la: Dranus

note: [unit]: type=Direwolf Rider, id=Hrugt
en: Hrugt
la: Rhugtus

note: [unit]: type=Direwolf Rider, id=Orhtib
en: Orhtib
la: Hortibius

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Before you die, know that you lost in Wesmere, you lost at Tath, you will lose here and that your Great Chief is dead!
la: Ante morte, sci te in Vesmere perdidisse, in Tatu perdidisse, hic perditurum esse et Bellipotens tui mortuus est!

note: [scenario]: id=18_Hour_of_Glory
en: Hour of Glory
la: Hora Gloriai

note: [part]
en: Kalenz, your mission is complete. The orcish Great Chieftain is dead and you have recaptured your home. Yet I sense there is turmoil in your mind...
la: Calens, militia tua finitur. Bellipotens orcium mortuus est et domum tuam recepisti. Sed etiam sentio te tumultum mentis habere...

note: [part]
en: It is indeed as you say, Cleodil. It is that potion that gnaws at me. I cannot enjoy our victories, nor can I rest. I am fighting it every single moment.
la: Equidem, Cleodila. Est venenum quod me rodit. Victoriis nostris fruori non possum, nec quiescere. Eo semper pugno.

note: [part]
en: Crelanu warned us this might occur...
la: Crelanus nos monuit ut res accidant...

note: [part]
en: There was no other choice. Even if we die, it was worth it.
la: Necesse erat. Etiam si moriamur, magni erat.

note: [part]
en: You will not die. You must fight it. I have faith in you Kalenz... beloved... You will overcome and master it. It will be hard and painful, but you will beat the potion. It is Landar who truly concerns me...
la: Non moriere. Necesse est tibi certare. Tibi confido, Calens... deliciae... Superabis et domabis. Res difficilis cruciabilisque erit, at venenum vinces. Est Lander qui mihi curae est...

note: [part]
en: He seems to handle it better than do I...
la: Ferre videtur melius quam ego possum...

note: [part]
en: It does seem so, Kalenz. But I fear things may not be as they seem. Landar’s mind has become dark and clouded to my healing senses.
la: Videatur, Calens, sed timeo ne res modo sic videantur. Mens Landri sensibus meis sanandi caligat.

note: [part]
en: I understand too well what that may portend, beloved, but I do not wish to believe it. Landar is my friend, near as dear to me as you are.
la: Intellego quod portendat, amata, sed nolo eo credere. Lander est amicus, fere mihi tam carus quam tu cara.

note: [part]
en: Some dwarves have been found dead in our camp. Landar is extremely unfriendly towards them, and ill-feeling is growing. I think the dwarves will leave us soon.
la: Aliquos pumilionem mortuos in castra invenimus. Lander magnopere est inimicus secum, et invidia crescet. Puto pumiliones nos relicturos esse.

note: [part]
en: I will try to mend matters between them...
la: Inter illos res restituere adoriar...

note: [part]
en: I see I cannot convince you. Go, do as you must; but be careful Kalenz, for I fear for us all...
la: Video me te convincam. Age, face quod necesse est; sed cave Calens, nam fortunam nostram timeo...

note: [scenario]: id=19_Costly_Revenge
en: Costly Revenge
la: Ultio Pretiosa

note: [scenario]: id=19_Costly_Revenge
en: Chapter Five: Civil War
la: Liber V: Bellum Civile

note: [part]
en: <i>The Legend of Wesmere</i>,
    Chapter Five
la: <i>Heroica Fabella Vesmerei</i>,
    Liber V

note: [part]
en: Chapter Five,
    <i>Civil War</i>
la: Liber V,
    <i>Bellum Civile</i>

note: [part]
en: But Kalenz failed to persuade the dwarves. The dwarves left, and Landar insisted the elves must march on the empire of the Saurians...
la: Sed Calens in pumillis convincendo defuit. Lander pumilionibus relictis dryadales ad regnum Lacertarum iter facere debent...

note: [part]
en: Kalenz... the shydes and druids are not happy with this. The saurians are already beaten, and there is too much hate in Landar’s heart. Something is not right here.
la: Calens... hamadryades et druidae male laetae de re sunt. Lacertae iam victi sunt, atque nimium odii in corde Landri est. Est nescioquod novum.

note: [part]
en: I am not entirely easy with this myself, Cleodil. But there is something to what Landar says; the wide green world must know there is a price, a heavy price for raiding in the forest of Wesmere.
la: Quoque mihi non placet, Cleodila, sed est aliquod bonum in dictis Landri; orbis viridis et latus scire debet pretium gravem esse si quis in silvam Vesmerei invadit.

note: [part]
en: Then you who walk the earth path and carry steel can collect that price. Those on the faerie path will not be with you. Not this time.
la: Quibus igitur in via terrestri ferrum portantibus meatis pretium detur, nam quae in via aetheria volatis tecum non tempore stabunt.

note: [part]
en: We do as we must.
la: Facimus quod necesse.

note: [side]: type=Saurian Flanker, id=Hgyr
en: Hgyr
la: Hugyrus

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: That was the last. A bitter day’s work, and no memory to be proud of.
la: Hic fuit ultimus. Acer dies onerum, atque memoria aut superbia non est.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: A shame we missed the opportunity to rid the forests of dwarves, as well.
la: Me paenitet a pumilionibus silvas purgandi quoque facultatem amisisse.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all enemy units, and destroy all villages
la: Omnes actores hostis vincere et omnes viculos delere

note: [message]
en: We have finally reached Saurgrath, their capitol. Remember whose side they have taken in the war against us.
la: Denique Sauragratham, caput eorum, attigimus. Memorate quos sunt socios adversus nos.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Now is our chance to finish them off...
la: Tempus adest quo possumus obtruncare Lacertas...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I fear this will be a bloodbath...
la: At metuo ne sit pugna cruenta potis...

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Destroy them, root and branch. Burn out their homes. Let none remain alive!
la: Istos radicitus eradicate. Exuremini domos. Curate nemo vivus liquatur!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Kalenz is not able to recruit or recall shamans or any of their advancements in this scenario.
la: Calens in hoc scaenario haruspicas vel superiores adlegere vel evocare non potest.

note: [message]
en: These are but eggs and hatchlings.
la: Haec sunt tantum ova pullique.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Do not spare them. They will only foul our forests anew when they get their growth.
la: Nolite eis parcere. Modo rursum silvas nostras contaminabunt cum viguerimus.

note: [message]
en: They even shatter our eggs!
la: Etiam ova perfrangunt!

note: [message]: role=Anduilas
en: But... to kill their young? Are we to go that far?
la: Sed... progeniem occidere? Taliane faciamus?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Stay. You need not have the blood of children on your hands, and I shall not.
la: Mane. Cruorem liberorum habere non tibi opus est, et non mihi.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Perhaps you are too tender-minded to do what must be done, but many of us are not.
la: Fortasse nimium tener es quam qui agenda efficiat, sed sunt fortes.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I will not set elf against elf. But, Landar, I fear you are storing up a dreadful price for yourself.
la: Dryadales hostes dryadalibus non statuam. Sed, Lander, vereor ne poenas dirorum tui luas.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Stand aside. I will do what is needful.
la: Siste. Agam quod opus est.

note: [message]
en: Their revenge is terrible! I fear for our kind.
la: Ulciscuntur furiosi! Pro populo nostro metuo.

note: [message]
en: Don’t flee. We cannot abandon our capitol.
la: Nolite effugere. Caput nostrum non relinquemus.

note: [scenario]: id=20_Council_Ruling
en: Council Ruling
la: Concilii Consultum

note: [part]
en: With the once mighty Saurian empire destroyed, saurians had been reduced to scattered bands lurking in waste places. But the Elves still had problems of their own...
la: Diruti, regno olim deleto magno, Lacertae inter raro solitudines serpere sunt adacti, Dryadales tamen in praeceps dedere adhuc se...

note: [part]
en: Kalenz, the council has called you here to demand that you apologize for your actions. You took the decision to help the humans at Tath, and hence risk further war with the Orcs; to strike at the orcs north; and last to attack the Saurians. These were decisions to be taken by the council, not by a field commander!
la: Calens, concilium huc arcessivit te postulatum ut te factorum paeniteat. Ipse decrevis te homines Tatui iuvaturum esse, hinc contra orces bellum secundum audebas; orces in borea percutussurum; denique Lacertis pugnaturum. Dryadalibus decernenda sunt, necque a legato!

note: [part]
en: With all respect my lords, we were and still are in a war. We could not spare the time to consult with you, lest our opportunities slip from our grasp and make the war longer and more costly. Besides, all our actions have been beneficial to our cause: The Orcs are now in a civil war for succession, the North Elves are free and the Saurians are no longer a threat.
la: Cum venia tua, domini mei, bellum gerebamus atque etiam geremus, non tempus ad consulere dare potebamus, ne usu, bello tracto, lapso bellum nimis pretiosum fieret. Praeterea omnia facta causa profuerunt: Orces nunc bellum civile pro corona intulerunt, liberi sunt Dryadales Borei et Lacertae non iam nobis minantur.

note: [part]
en: The council is not blind to these benefits. But, still, you cannot decide high matters of statecraft on behalf of the Elves. We cannot allow it.
la: Concilium non ignarum commodorum est. Sed etiam de rebus gravissimis pro Dryadalibus decernere potesse non tibi licet.

note: [part]
en: Galtrid
la: Galtridius

note: [part]
en: If it weren’t for Kalenz and his men, none of us would be here to argue the point today.
la: Si Calens suique non fecerant, nemo nostrum adsit qui hodie rem nobiscum altercentur.

note: [part]
en: I agree. What’s done is done. Let us concentrate on the future, not the past.
la: Congruo tibi. Quid accidit accidit. Quod erit neque fuit animadvertamus.

note: [part]
en: Kalenz, the council has decided that you are to be stripped of all military authority. You may now go.
la: Calens, concilium decernit se imperium tuum tollere. Ire potes.

note: [part]
en: I lay down my burden humbly and gladly. But we need to have a strong army, as the orcs will return!
la: Humilis et laetus onus relinquo. Sed exercitus fortis inveniendus est, orces enim redibunt!

note: [part]
en: Cowards and traitors!
la: Pavorem perfidiamque!

note: [scenario]: id=21_Elvish_Assassins
en: Elvish Assassins
la: Sicarii Dryadales

note: [part]
en: After the council’s decision, Kalenz and Cleodil retired in the North.
la: Calens Cleodilaque, post concilii consultum, in Borea latebant.

note: [part]
en: Free of the pressure of war, they took delight in each other. The heart-bond they had formed amidst peril and death grew closer, and all but vanquished the remnant evil Crelanu’s philter had left in Kalenz. The two began to think of having children.
la: Labore belli liberi utroque fruuntur, irrupta copula inter periculum atque mortem creata virente, vix malis reliquiis veneni Crelani parsis, et duo liberos animadvertere incipiunt.

note: [part]
en: But their peace was not to last. In the outer world, the blood tides were rising. And in the heart of Landar, who had once been their friend, evil was not vanquished, but festered and grew...
la: At in orbe externo aestibus cruentis fluctuantibus, pax fuit brevis. Et in corde Landri, qui olim aequus fuit, contaminato mala non victa erant, sed augebant...

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Kalenz begins this scenario in retirement, and is not able to recall his veteran troops.
la: Calens ut emeritus hoc scaenarium incipit, et evocatos compellere non potest.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: As you command, my lord.
la: Faciemus, domine.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: You turn on us? I cannot believe it! How has elf come to strive against elf so bitterly?
la: Tu nos prodis? Non credere possum! Quomodo dryadale factum est ut tam acriter cum dryadale certet?

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Evil takes many forms, my love. Today we see another of its faces... and must defeat it again. Prepare to die, $betrayer|!
la: Malum formas diversas sumit, amor. Hodie aliam formam vidimus... et rursum vincere debemus. Para ad mortem, $betrayer|!

note: [message]: role=betrayer
en: Only Landar has the will to do what must be done to save the Elves!
la: Modo Lander mentem habet, qua faciat quod necesse est ad Dryadales servandum!

note: [message]: role=betrayer
en: Hold, $unit.name|! Now we fight for Landar!
la: Fuge certare, $unit.name|! Nunc pro Landro pugnamus!

note: [message]
en: Hold your hand, $unit.name|! $second_unit.name| is on our side!
la: Fave manui, $unit.name|! $second_unit.name| nobiscum stat!

note: [message]: role=betrayer
en: I will not stand by as Kalenz betrays us to the Humans and Dwarves. We follow Landar now!
la: Non, cum Calens nos Hominibus Nanisque prodas, nihil agam. Nunc Landrum sequimur!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kalenz reaches the signpost
la: Calens signum attingit

note: [message]: id=Galenor
en: My lord Kalenz, you are in great danger! You must leave here immediately.
la: Domine mi Calens, in periculo magno es! Statim tibi hinc cedere opus est.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: What?!
la: Quid?!

note: [message]: id=Galenor
en: Landar has seized control of the army. He has eliminated the council and proclaimed himself High Warlord of the Elves. What is worse, there is word out that he has already ordered your assassination.
la: Lander imperium exercitus cepit. Ipse concilium abolitus declavit se Bellipotentem Principem Dryadalium esse. Ac peius dicitur se iam ut pereas iussisse.

note: [message]: id=Crintil
en: Too late! All traitors will die!
la: Nequiquam! Omnes proditores morientur!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Listen to me! We have fought and bled side by side. We must trust in each other and face the Orcs together!
la: Audite me! Una pugnati atque cruentati sunt. Utroque confidere debemus et adversus Orces consistere una!

note: [message]: id=Oblil
en: Do not listen to this traitor! You have all heard the order!
la: Noli audire istum proditorem! Omnes imperium audisti!

note: [message]: id=Galenor
en: You should try to reach Uradredia and the North Elves. He too, has refused to join Landar. Word is that some troops still loyal to you are heading there.
la: Uradrediam Dryadalesque Borei attingere conari debes. Ille quoque negebat se cum Landro coniuncturum esse. Fama est nonnullos tibi fidelium huc ire.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Now we must fare swiftly to the North Elves!
la: Nunc cito usque ad Dryadales Boreos festinandum est!

note: [scenario]: id=22_Northern_Battle
en: Northern Battle
la: Proelium Boreum

note: [part]
en: It was clear to Kalenz and Cleodil that there would be no sanctuary for them while Landar lived. But during their years in seclusion the fame of their deeds had only grown. Many healers and sorceresses responded to Cleodil’s call, and Kalenz found that recruits came to him as readily as if he were still High Lord in name.
la: Calenti Cleodilaeque apparebat nullum solacium Landro vivo esse. Sed dum illis deviis tempora transeunt, celebritas rerum gestarum modo crescebant, Calente igitur inveniente tirones eo tam libenter quam Optimati appropinquabant, etiam multae medicae et praecantrices vocationi Cleodilae responderunt.

note: [part]
en: Kalenz’s veterans joined the host of the Northern Elves under Uradredia. Very soon, Landar’s army appeared...
la: Evocati Calentis cum manu Dryadalibus Boreiis in auctoritate Uradrediae coniunxerunt. Mox exercitus Landri apparuit...

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Kalenz can only recall shamans and their advancements from his former army; the rest of his men joined Uradredia before he arrived.
la: Calens modo haruspicas et superiores ex exercitu prisco evocare potest; ceteres suorum cum Uradredia ante aditu eius coniunxerunt.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Survive for six days
la: Sex dies superesse

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Landar, listen to me! It does not have to come to this. I know about the potion. Let us help!
la: Lander, mihi crede! Non necesse est ut hoc accidat. Venenum nosco. Te adiuvemus!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Here is Kalenz. There can be no talk with traitors! Leave none of them alive!
la: Hic est Calens. Proditores adloqui non debemus! Parcite nulli!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: Things are not going well! Retreat! We will meet again, traitors!
la: Res non bene gerebatur! Se recipite! Iterum obvias erimus, proditores!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: We have yet to break their defenses! While we are getting weaker, the enemy is getting stronger! Retreat!
la: Iam non praesidia fregemus! Dum minuimus, hostis valescunt! Pedem referte!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: We won!
la: Vicimus!

note: [scenario]: id=23_End_of_War
en: End of War
la: Finis Belli

note: [part]
en: It is said that the battle with the North Elves was the beginning of the end for Landar’s revolt. But civil war smoldered on for many more years, neither side mustering enough strength to achieve a decisive victory. Until, eventually, Landar’s increasingly harsh and arrogant ways drove away many of his followers. After assembling all the troops he could, Kalenz marched against his old friend and now mortal enemy, Landar, in the forest of Gitamoth...
la: Dicitur certamen cum Dryadalibus Boreiis initium finis rebellionis Landri fuisse, nihilominus neutra parte satis quae victoriam gravem haberet valente, bellum civile multos annos ducebant, quoad et acerbitas et superbiaque multos sequentium Landrum advertebant. Tantum copiis arcessitis quantum potis, Calens ad silvam Gitamothae in hostem fatalem et priscum amicum, Landrum, iter fecit...

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Landar
la: Landrum vincere

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Landar, let us spill no more elvish blood. Give up. We can help you!
la: Lander, non magis cruoris manent. Se dede. Te iuvare possumus!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: No! It all ends here!
la: Hau! Omnia hic finientur!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Forgive me $unit.name|. I will sing your name in praise under the stars!
la: Mihi ignosce, $unit.name|. Sub astris cum laudis nomen tuum canebo!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We must all pass, $second_unit.name|. Make your song beautiful...
la: Nos omnes transitori sumus, $second_unit.name|. Cura carmina pulchra sit...

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Forgive me, $unit.name|, this victory brings me no joy.
la: Mihi ignosce, $unit.name|, non gaudeo quod victoria est.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Remember me to the trees, $second_unit.name|.
la: Me memora arboribus, $second_unit.name|.

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I fall. Perhaps now I can rest!
la: Cado. Iam fortasse quiescere possum!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I am deeply grieved that it came to this, Landar. You were my best friend. I was blind to what the potion was doing to you. I was fighting it myself!
la: Magnopere me paenitet quod hoc accidit, Lander. Fuisti primus amicorum. Nesciebam quo modo venenum te adficiebat. Hui ipse pugnabam!

note: [message]: id=Landar
en: I know. But you are not at fault, for I did not take just one bottle. I wanted to make sure we could kill the orcish Great Chief, so I went back for a second and drank that one, too. Now I have driven our dwarvish allies away and brought death and disaster to our own people. I have even tried to kill my own friend. I am a disgrace to elven-kind.
la: Scio. Sed haec non tua culpa est, nam non modo unum poculum cepi. Certum scire volebam nos Bellipotentem orcium interficere posse, quare redivi ut iterum bibam. Nunc socios pumiliones inverti et perniciem clademque proprio populo tuli. Etiam amicum meum interficere adortus sum. Ego sum infamia generis dryadalium.

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: It was not all your fault. Maybe the curse of Aquagar struck true, or maybe yours was the blood-price fate required of us for victory. Rest well, my friend. Rest well Landar, Hero of the Elves!
la: Haec est non omnino tua culpa. Fortasse maledictio Aquageri evenit, aut pretium cruentum fati victoriai nostrai causa passus es. Bene quiescat, amice. Bene quiescat, Lander, Heros Dryadalium!

note: [scenario]: id=24_Epilogue
en: Epilogue
la: Epilogus

note: [part]
en: Kalenz buried Landar with full honors and made him a monument worthy of a true elvish hero.
la: Plenis cum honoribus Landro sepulto Calens monumentum dignum heroe vero dryadalium condidit.

note: [part]
en: Landar’s remaining followers’ lives were spared, but they were banished to Gitamoth forest, henceforth known as Silent Forest.
la: Animas reliquiarum Landrum sequentium perpecit, sed in exsilium Gitamothae expulsi sunt, quae dehinc Silva Tacita vocabatur.

note: [part]
en: As Landar had wiped out the Elvish Council, Kalenz was unanimously chosen as High Lord of the Elves. North and South Elves swore allegiance to him.
la: Cum Lander Concilium Dryadalium deleverit, Calens ad unum, ut Optimas Dryadalium sit, electus, tunc Dryadales Borei et Austri in nomen eius iuvaverunt.

note: [part]
en: Kalenz reorganized the Elves so they could mobilize for war more readily. He knew that the orcish threat was not over; that the elves, through hesitation, had lost a golden opportunity to end the threat and that trouble would someday return.
la: Calens Dryadales reparavit ut ii arma citius sumerent, nam sciebat comminationem orcium non transivisse; dryadales per dubitationem facultatem auream minationis et periculi redituri conficiendi perdiderunt.

note: [part]
en: When Kalenz felt his work to have been done as well as it might be, he retired with Cleodil to their home in the Forest of Lintanir.
la: Cum Calens senserit laborem tam optime quam potuit finitum esse, cum Cleodila domui in Silva Lintaniris seducti vivebant.

note: [part]
en: Cleodil bore Kalenz children who were tall, and beautiful, and inherited in full measure both their mother’s healing gifts and their father’s talented and searching mind. In the fullness of time, after a long life full of accomplishment and love and laughter, Cleodil died after the manner of Elves, aging swiftly to a peaceful end.
la: Cleodila Calenti liberos genuit quibus longis, pulchrisque multum et ingenium sanandi matris et mentem ingeniosam capacemque patris praebuerunt. Longo post tempore, longa vita plenaque rerum gestarum amorisque risuumque acta, Cleodila, cito senescens, pace in modum Dryadalium animam egit.

note: [part] "Sundered" is archaic English roughly meaning "torn apart".
en: But Kalenz’s story was not yet over. Aquagar’s curse was fulfilled; prolonged in life by Crelanu’s philter, he outlived not only his beloved but their children. Sundered from his kin by their mortality, fleeing the reflections in their eyes of his lost beloved, he left his home and wandered for many a year across the Great Continent. Oft did he arrive unexpected at times and places when his people were in dire straits, and succor them with wisdom or magic or his bright keen blade.
la: At Calentis non iam abiit, nam maledicta Aqugeri succedit; vita veneno Crelani extensa, non modo amorem sed liberos superfuit, itaque scissus a consanguinitate mortalitate, a speculo luminum coniugisque abhorrens, de domo cessit multos annos Continentem Magnum vagans. Saepe repente venit ubi populus suus in praeceps erat, saepe sapientia magiave vel ferro acri et lucente susinet.

note: [part]
en: To learn of Kalenz’s last and perhaps greatest deeds, and those in which he was most alone, seek ye the tale of Delfador the Great and the fall of the usurping Queen Asheviere.
la: Pete fabulam Delfadoris Magni et casus Reginae Ascuerae usurpantis ut rem gestam discas ultimam Calentis et fortasse optimam, qua solissimus fuit.

note: [unit_type]: id=Elvish Horse Archer
en: This is a stub!
la: Hic est floccus!

note: [unit_type]: id=Elvish Horse Archer
en: Elvish Horse Archer
la: Sagittarius Dryadalium

note: [attack]: type=blade
en: sword
la: gladius

note: [attack]: type=pierce
en: bow
la: arcus

note: [leadership]: id=elates_kalenz
en: elates Kalenz
la: delectat Calentem

note: [leadership]: id=elates_kalenz
en: female^elates Kalenz
la: delectat Calentem

note: [leadership]: id=elates_kalenz
en: Through the special bond between Kalenz and Cleodil, she elates him to fight better.
    Adjacent to Cleodil, Kalenz will do 25% more damage in battle.
la: Per copulam unicam inter Calentem Cleodilamque, eum delectat ut ille melius pugnet.
    Calens prope Cleodilam magis damni quarto in pugna dabit.

note: [heals]: id=heals_kalenz
en: heals Kalenz +4
la: sanat Calentem +IV

note: [heals]: id=heals_kalenz
en: female^heals Kalenz +4
la: sanat Calentem +IV

note: [heals]: id=heals_kalenz
en: If a shyde has developed a special bond to a person her healing abilities increase for him. This allows Cleodil to give Kalenz extra points of healing at the beginning of your turn.
la: Si hamadryas copulam unicam alicui facit illi facultatem sanandi auget. Hoc Cleodilam sinit ut vice incepto magis punctorum sanandi det.

en: Huraldur
la: Huraldurus

en: Laril
la: Larilius

en: Tameril-Isimeril
la: Tameril Isimeril

note: [unit]: id=Bulrod, type=Dwarvish Steelclad
en: Bulrod
la: Bulrodius

note: [unit]: id=Simclon, type=Dwarvish Thunderer
en: Simclon
la: Simclo

note: [unit]: id=Harald, type=Dwarvish Berserker
en: Harald
la: Haraldus

note: [unit]: id=Budrin, type=Dwarvish Berserker
en: Budrin
la: Budrinius

note: [unit]: id=Korbun, type=Dwarvish Scout
en: Korbun
la: Korbum

note: [unit]: id=Merhun, type=Dwarvish Berserker
en: Merhun
la: Merhunus

en: Arkildur
la: Arkilder

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Prepare to die, elven witch!
la: Para ad mortem, venefica dryadalis!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I will slay any who harms her without mercy.
la: Quemque ei noceat trucidabo.

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: Nor will you find me an easy foe!
la: Neque invenies me mollem hostem esse!

note: [message]: id=Cleodil
en: I am wounded!
la: Vulnerata sum!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Cleodil! No! I will aid you.
la: Cleodila! Heu! Te iuvabo.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I am defeated. Now the orcs will destroy us!
la: Victus sum. Nunc orces nos delebunt!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: It is finished! I can finally rest!
la: Factum est! Denique quiescam!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Farewell, Kalenz!
la: Vale, Calens!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Nooo! We cannot continue without Landar!
la: Eia! Non sine Landro pergere possumus!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I’m sorry I failed you, Kalenz... my beloved...
la: Me paenitet tibi defuisse, Calens... deliciae...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Nooo! Cleodil! Without you I cannot go on!
la: Heu! Cleodila! Sine te ego pergere non possum!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I go to join my sires in the Halls of Death
la: Eo avos meos in Aulis Mortis adiunctum

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Our cause is lost. With Uradredia gone, the North Elves will no longer fight!
la: Causa labitur. Dryadales Borei Uradredia amissa iam non pugnabunt!

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: I cannot fight the orcs alone! It’s all over!
la: Solus orces non contendere possum! Interii!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I grieve that I have failed you, my lord Kalenz...
la: Doleo me tibi deesse, domine Calens...

note: [message]: id=Kalenz
en: Farewell $unit.name. Your loyal service won’t be forgotten.
la: Vale $unit.name. Studii fidelis non obliviscemur.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Oh, no! We are too late...
la: Heu! Seri sumus...
