en to ang@latin translation catalogue (143 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: An Orcish Incursion
ang@latin: Orcisc Anrine

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: AOI
ang@latin: OA

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Defend the forests of the elves against the first orcs to reach the Great Continent, learning valuable tactics as you do so.
ang@latin: Þu byrhst þa ƿealda þara ælfa ƿiþ þa forman orcƿihta þa gelendaþ to þæm Greatan Ƿorolddæle, leorniende ƿeorþlicne guþcræft þa hƿile þe þu sƿa dest.

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Fighter
ang@latin: Feohtere

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Lord
ang@latin: Hlaford

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: High Lord
ang@latin: Heah Hlaford

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
ang@latin: Fyrde mearcung

note: [about]
en: Adaptation for mainline
ang@latin: Geredodness for heafodfadunge

note: [about]
en: Post 1.4 story and gameplay improvements
ang@latin: Spelles and gamenƿeorccræftes bota æfter 1.4

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
ang@latin: Biliþ and biliþcræftes mearcung

note: [about]
en: Editing, proofreading and gameplay testing
ang@latin: Adihtung, costnunge rædung, and gamenƿeorccræftes costnung

note: [scenario]: id=01_Defend_the_Forest
en: Defend the Forest
ang@latin: Beorg þone Ƿeald

note: [part]
en: The arrival of humans and orcs caused turmoil among the nations of the Great Continent. Elves, previously in uneasy balance with dwarves and others, had for centuries fought nothing more than an occasional skirmish. They were to find themselves facing conflicts of a long-forgotten intensity.
ang@latin: Se tocyma manna and orcƿihta dyde aþrotennesse ongemang þæm cynrenum þæs Greatan Ƿorulddæles. Ælfas, ær on earfoðum æmnittan mid dƿeorgum and oðrum, hæfdon gefohten hundredu geara naht ma þonne seldna lytela guða. Hraðe gelamp hit þæt hie drugon guða iu forgitenre grimnesse.

note: [part]
en: Their first encounter with the newcomers went less well than either side might have wished.
ang@latin: Se ærsta gemot mid niƿfarum for læs ƿel þanne þæt begen heras ƿiscten.

note: [part]
en: But humans, though crude and brash, at least had in them a creative spark which elves could recognize as akin to their own nature. Orcs seemed completely alien.
ang@latin: Ac menn, þeah þe hie ƿæron unfrode, huru hæfdon on him orþonc þe þa ælfas cneoƿon to ƿesenne gelic heora agnum cynne. Orcƿihta þuhton full fremda.

note: [part]
en: For some years after Haldric’s people landed, orcs remained scarce more than a rumor to trouble the green fastnesses of the elves. That remained so until the day that an elvish noble of ancient line, Erlornas by name, faced an enemy unlike any he had ever met before.
ang@latin: Sumu gear siþþan Haldrices folc gelendede, orcƿihta ƿæron na ma þonne mærsung to amerrenne þæt grene fæsten þara ælfa. Þæt sƿa ƿæs oþ þone dæg þone ælfisc æðeling gameles teames, Erlornas gehaten, ƿitstod feond þe ƿæs ungelic ængum þe he hæfde ær gemeted.

note: [part] "northern marches" is *not* a typo for "northern marshes" here. In archaic English, "march" means "border country".
en: The orcs were first sighted from the north marches of the great forest of Wesmere.
ang@latin: Þa orcƿihta ƿæron ærst gesigena fram norþernum mearcum þæs greatan ƿealda Ƿesmeres.

note: [side] [side]: type=Elvish Lord
en: Elves
ang@latin: Ælfas

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Krughnar [side]: type=Orcish Sovereign, id=Rualsha [side]: type=Orcish Slayer, id=Gharlsa [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Gnargha [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Urugha
en: Orcs
ang@latin: Orcƿihta

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Erlornas
ang@latin: Erlornases Deaþ

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: My lord! A party of aliens has made camp to the north and lays waste to the forest. Our scouts believe it’s a band of orcs.
ang@latin: Leof! Hloþ utlendena hafaþ slægen geteld benorðan and fyleþ þone ƿeald. Ure sceaƿeras ƿenaþ þætte hie sien hloþ orcƿihta.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Orcs? It seems unlikely. The human king, Haldric, crushed them when they landed on these shores, and since then they’ve been no more than a bogey mothers use to scare the children.
ang@latin: Orcƿihta? Me þynceþ ungelic. Se mennisca cyning Haldric gebygde hie þa hie gelendon to þissum strandum, and siþþan ƿæron hie naht buton leasum spelle þe modru brucaþ to gæstenne þa cildru.

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: So it seemed, my lord. Yet there is a band of them in the north cutting down healthy trees by the dozen, and making great fires from the wood. They trample the greensward into mud and do not even bury their foul dung. I believe I can smell the stench even here.
ang@latin: Sƿa þuhte, leof. Ac þær is hloþ heora benorðan fyllende gesunde beamas tƿelfmælum, and maciende greate fyras on ƿealde. Hie ofertredaþ þa græsmoldan oþ heo ƿeorhe fenn and na þurfum bebyrigaþ heora fule dunge. Me þynceþ þætte ic mæg furðum her þone unstenc gestincan.

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: Yes, my lord!
ang@latin: Gea, leof!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Look at them. Big, slow, clumsy and hardly a bow in hand. Keep to the trees, use your arrows and the day will be ours.
ang@latin: Lociaþ on him. Greata, slaƿa, lytteaƿa, and uneaðe healdaþ bogan on handa. Healdaþ þa beamas, brucaþ þine strælas and us beo sige todæg.

note: [message]: race=elf
en: It’s hopeless; we’ve tried everything, and they’re still coming back.
ang@latin: Na cann man ƿenan; ƿe habbaþ ongunnen æghƿæt, and gen cumaþ hie eft.

note: [message]: speaker=Urugha
en: Forward, you worthless worms! Look at them, they’re tired and afraid! You killed their will to fight, now go and finish the job!
ang@latin: Forþ, ge idle ƿyrmas! Sceaƿiaþ on him; hie sind ƿerge and aforhte! Ge cƿealdon heora beadugeornfullnesse, nu gaþ and geendiaþ eoƿer ƿeorc!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: That cloud of dust on the horizon... flee! There’s more of the abominations heading this way! Fall back before we’re outnumbered and crushed.
ang@latin: Se dustsƿearm on þære eorðan geendunge... Fleoþ! Ma þara bysmorfullra cumaþ hider! Gaþ onbæc ær hie sien maran þonne ƿe and hie usic diligen!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas didn’t drive the orcs back, although he and his warriors tried their absolute best. When another war band arrived, elvish resistance crumbled.
ang@latin: Erlornas hlaford ne draf þa orcƿihta onbæc, þeah þe he and his ƿigan geneðdon mid eallre heora mihte. Þa þa oðer ƿigheap tocƿom abeag þæt ælfisce ƿiðer.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Of the ensuing events little is known, since much was lost in the chaos and confusion, but one thing is painfully sure. Elves lost the campaign.
ang@latin: Be þæm æfterƿeardum gelimpun nis fela to ƿitenne, for þy fela ƿæs forloren in þæm dƿolman and gescendnesse, ac an þing is sarlice ƿitod. Þa ælfas ƿæron oferdrifen on þære fyrde.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Ugh...
ang@latin: Ƿa la...

note: [message]: speaker=Urugha
en: Finally! Got him!
ang@latin: Endelice! Hine sleah!

note: [message]: race=elf
en: Lord!
ang@latin: Hlaford!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Take... command... Drive them... away.
ang@latin: Fo... to ƿealde... Hie... adrif.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas died the day he first fought the orcs and never saw the end of the war. Given its final outcome, this was perhaps for the best.
ang@latin: Erlornas Hlaford cƿæl on þæm dæge þone he ærst ƿiþ þa orcƿihta ƿann and na seah he þone ende þæs ƿiges. Gemunende his endelicne ƿæstm, meahtlice ƿære þæt betst.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I’ve been bested, but the combat wasn’t fair... A thousand curses on you, withered coward! May you suffer... and when my master, Rualsha, finds you may he wipe your people from the face of this earth!
ang@latin: Ic ƿæs geƿunnen, ac þæt gefeoht næs ambyr... Þusend cursa secge ic þe, forscranc hildlata! Dreoge þu... and þær min hlaford, Rualsha, fint eoƿic, þonne cƿelme he eall þin folc geond þa eorðan!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Rualsha? Hmm... What if... Assemble a war-party, we need to scout north!
ang@latin: Rualsha la? Humm... Hƿæðer... Gædera ƿigheap. Ƿe þurfon besceaƿian benorðan!

note: [scenario]: id=02_Assassins
en: Assassins
ang@latin: Morðorƿyhrtan

note: [part]
en: The path of the orcish war band was easy to follow — a wide swathe of trampled ground through violated forest. Erlornas and his party swiftly followed it north and west.
ang@latin: Se pæþ þæs orciscan ƿigheapes ƿæs eaðe to folgienne — ƿid sƿaðu ofertrededes grundes þurh brocenne ƿeald. Erlornas and his getrum sƿifte folgode hit norþ and ƿest.

note: [part]
en: Soon they arrived at a region where the forest was cut through by many streams, only to find something unexpected.
ang@latin: Hraðe tocomon hie to gearde þær se ƿeald ƿæs todæled þurh fela streama, ac hie fundon aht þe hie na abidon.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: The trail leads straight to this place, my lord.
ang@latin: Se ƿeg lædeþ rihte hider, leof.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: There is a keep ahead of us. How comes it that we know nothing of it? I thought our borders were watched more carefully.
ang@latin: Þær is fæsten beforan us. For hƿy niton ƿe naht be him? Me þuhte þætte uru mearc ƿære bet beƿeotod.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: I... I know not, my lord. For ages there was no one in these lands that could build such a thing save us. I fear we have fallen prey a false sense of security that has injured the vigilance of our scouts.
ang@latin: Ic... ic nat, leof. Gearum næs nan on þissum landum þe cuðe timbrian sƿelc þing to sparienne usic. Ic ƿene þætte ƿe habbaþ leasne geleafan on fæstnesse þe hafaþ gedelod þa ƿæccan urra foreƿearda.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: When the fighting ends, I’ll have some answers. But for now—
ang@latin: Þonne þæt gefeoht beo geendod, ic hæbbe suma andsƿara. Ac rihte nu—

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: — let’s focus on the task at hand.
ang@latin: — ƿuton don þis ƿeorc þe ƿe ær habbaþ.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Does that demented creature truly believe he can kill us?
ang@latin: Ƿeneþ seo ungeƿittige ƿiht soþlice þætte heo cunne us cƿellan?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Appearances can be deceiving. Tell the men to be cautious.
ang@latin: Andsyn cann aleogan. Hataþ þa menn ƿesan cearfule.

note: [message]: speaker=Gharlsa
en: Yes... yes... Slay them!
ang@latin: Gea... gea... Sleaþ hie la!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hurts... failed... Rualsha gonna be angry...
ang@latin: Sar... asprungen... Rualsha biþ ƿraþ...

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: This... ‘Rualsha’ again. We need to forge ahead; the answers we seek are not here. Perhaps we will find them further north.
ang@latin: Man sægþ... ‘Rualsha’ eft. Ƿe þurfon forþ gan; þa andsƿara þa ƿe secaþ ne sind her. Eaðe finden ƿe hie norðor.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Destroy this place and let the forest take the ruins. We don’t want any more undesirables to use it.
ang@latin: Delega þas stoƿe and nime se ƿeald þa hrorenan. Ƿe nillaþ þæt ma yfelra brucen hie.

note: [scenario]: id=03_Wasteland
en: Wasteland
ang@latin: Ƿesten

note: [part]
en: As they fared further north the green forest thinned around them, slowly fading into a barren and fallow country. The signs were obvious and unmistakable — tree stumps, an occasional half-rotten tree felled long ago, and dead wood around them in scarce grass. This had been forest once, like the woods they called home. It had been murdered.
ang@latin: Sƿa norðor foron hie sƿa se grena ƿeald ƿearþ læs be him, slaƿlice ƿeorðende gæsne and fealu land. Þa tacn ƿæron sƿutol and geƿisslic — stybbas, feaƿa samfulra beamma þe ƿære gefyled iu, and dead holt be him on on gneðum græse. Þas ƿæron iu ƿeald, gelic þæm ƿealda þe him ham ƿæs. Man hæfde hine ofslægen.

note: [part]
en: There was no trail to be found here; wind and rain had erased the spoor. Fortunately, there was no need of a trail; smoke on the horizon betrayed the presence of their enemies.
ang@latin: Þær næs nan sƿaðu to findenne her; ƿind and regn hæfde dilegod þæt spor. Sæliglice næs þær nængu þearf sƿæðe; reoc on þære eorðan geendunge aƿreah þa andƿeardnesse heora feonda.

note: [part]
en: Erlornas was near-certain they would find orcs there. No clan of dwarves would break their ancient treaties with the elves in this way; humans were never so... methodical in their destruction, and did not travel in sufficiently large numbers in a north country they found too cold and damp for comfort. The great question remained — would he find Rualsha?
ang@latin: Erlornas ƿæs nean geƿiss þætte hie agen findan orcƿihta þær. Nan þeod dƿeorga ƿolde bercan heora gamola foreƿearda mid þæm ælfum gehu; menn næron na sƿa... deoplice on heora lyre, and ne foron on genoh greatum rimum on norðernum lande, þe him to ceald and fuht to ƿesenne sefte þuhte. Seo greate tƿeonung abad — finde he Rualshan?

note: [part]
en: Perhaps, but not here. The tribe this camp housed was too small to impress fear on other orcs. Come next morning, the elves were prepared for battle.
ang@latin: Meahtlice, ac na her. Seo þeod þe þas geteld heoldon ƿæs to lytel to gedrefenne oðra orcƿihta. Þa se niehsta morgen cƿom ƿæron þa ælfas gearƿe to feohtenne.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Lord... I’m... I am filled with grief. This senseless destruction is... overwhelming.
ang@latin: Leof... ic... ic eom ful angmod. Þes andgitleasa lyre is... fulstrang.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Yes. And this is the threat we were blind to but are now facing. This tribe is small, yet we must drive them back to the north. They must have no footholds south of the hills.
ang@latin: Ia. And þes is ser þreat þa ƿe ne saƿon ac nu geonbyrdaþ. Þeos þeod is lytel, ac ƿe scolun drifan hie eft norþ. Hie ne scolun findan nænge fæstness besuðan þæm hyllum.

note: [message]: speaker=Gnargha
en: Rise up, grunts! We have a great fight upon us! Let your rage flow freely! Let your blades slay all! First one to draw blood will feast by my fire this night!
ang@latin: Arisaþ, underlingas! Micel geƿinn is ƿiþ usic! Lætaþ eoƿ ƿesan full on ƿodnesse! Slean þina ecga ealle! Se forma þe do bledan beo on gebeorscipe be minum fyre þisse nihte!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Aim true, men, with wit and courage the day will be ours. And spare no-one, there can be no orc south of the hills, else we’ll never have peace again.
ang@latin: Rihtaþ þa bogan ƿel, menn, mid geƿitnesse and bealdnesse beo þisses dæges sige ure! And ne spara nænigne; ne cann þær ƿesan nænig orcƿiht besuðan þæm hyllumm, elles na hæbben ƿe firþ eft.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: You won... elf... But it changes... nothing... (<i>cough</i>)
ang@latin: Þu ƿunne... ælf... ac þis ne naht... na ƿendeþ.... (<i>hƿosta</i>)

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We found the way... Now... we will come in numbers... (<i>cough</i>) you can’t imagine...
ang@latin: Ƿe fundon þone ƿeg... Nu... ƿe cumaþ on rimum... (<i>hƿosta</i>) þa þu ne canst ƿenan...

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: (<i>Cough</i>) I’ll be waiting... among the dead...
ang@latin: (<i>Hƿosta</i>) Ic bide... ongemang þæm deadum...

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It’s done, lord. No-one escaped. No-one tried to escape. I’m... disturbed.
ang@latin: Hit is fulfyled, leof. Nan ætfleah. Nan ætfleon geneðde... Me gesƿenceþ.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Good. But their disregard for self-preservation is astounding. As is their ferocity when defending what they claim as their own. Have the scouts found others this side of the hills?
ang@latin: Is god. Ac heora æfƿeardness ceare to healdenne selfe is toþuniende. Eac sƿa heora grimness þær hie beorgaþ þætte hie æftersprecaþ. Habbaþ þa foreƿeardas gefunden oðra on þisre sidan þara hylla?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: No, lord. But trolls were spotted in the hills ahead. Do we really need to cross them to the north?
ang@latin: Nese, leof. Ac man sceaƿode eotnas on hyllum beforan. Þurfon ƿe soþlice oferfaran hie benorðan?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Yes. The council has spoken to me through a dream-sending. They are troubled. Reinforcements have been sent after us, but we need to press on. Tell the men to rest, we’ll move out at dawn.
ang@latin: Gea. Se ƿitenagemot hafaþ gesprocen to me þurh sƿefna sendunge. Hie sind ungeþƿæra. Eacan sind us beæftan gesende, ac ƿe sculon forþ. Hataþ þa menn restian; ƿe afaraþ in æringe.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Distribute some among the men, save the rest for the road. This country is a wasteland now; we won’t find much forage on the march.
ang@latin: Aspend dæl ongemang þæm mmannum; horda þa lafe oþ þa fare. Þæt land is ƿesten nu; ne findaþ ƿe fela ƿæstma on færelde.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: We found some supplies when searching the camp, but nothing much. What is to be done with them?
ang@latin: Ƿe fundon andƿiste þa þa ƿe þurhsohte þa geteld, ac na fela. Hƿæt agan ƿe don mid him?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Save it for the march north. There is little to be found in this barren country.
ang@latin: Læf hit þære fare norþ. Þær is lyt to findenne on þissum unspedgan lande.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Damn it. Sound the retreat, we’ll try again when reinforcements arrive.
ang@latin: Ƿa la ƿa. Hat onƿindan; ƿe gesecaþ eft þanne þa eacan tocumen.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The expected relief caught up with them a few days later. The following morning they took the field against a far larger host of orcs. The battle ended in a draw; the war raged on for years...
ang@latin: Se ƿenedlica eaca offor hie feaƿum daga siþþan. Þæs mergenes geƿunnon hie þone feld ƿiþ sƿiðe greatne here orcƿihta. Þa seo guþ ƿæs geendod ne ƿann nahƿæðer þara hera; þæt ƿig aƿunode fela geara...

note: [scenario]: id=04_Valley_of_Trolls
en: Valley of Trolls
ang@latin: Eotna Dæl

note: [part]
en: Next morning, the elves set off again, increasingly wearied by the hardships of the campaign and longing for the green comfort of their home forests. This land was barren and rugged; nothing shielded them from biting northern wind as they traveled towards the mountains looming before them.
ang@latin: On merigene eft forþforon þa ælfas, a ma ƿerge mid earoðu þære fyrde and ƿyscende þære grenan seftnesse heora eðelƿealda. Þis land ƿæs unspedig and sticol; naht na bearh hie ƿiþ þone bitendan norðernan ƿind þa hƿile þe hi foron to þæm beorgum fore him standende.

note: [part]
en: At dusk they arrived at the mouth of a valley cutting almost straight through the range and made camp, as scouts warned that the area was hostile and the road ahead treacherous in darkness. There were no songs or music that night and most of the elves slept uneasily. An unlucky few kept a cautious watch.
ang@latin: Æt forannihte ancomon hie be dæles muðe þe læg nean rihte þurh þa endebyrdnesse burga and slugon hie heora geteld, for þy þa foreƿeardas geƿarnodon þæt þæt geard fore him ƿære laþ and se ƿeg fore him ƿære egle on þystrum. Þær næron nænge sangas and nænig dream þære nihte and se mæsta dæl þara ælfa ne slæpte ƿel. Feaƿa heardsæligra manna ƿacodon behidiglice.

note: [part]
en: When sunrise came, the elves moved into battle formations. Whatever waited in the slopes ahead, it would not find them unprepared.
ang@latin: Þa cƿom sunnan upgang, þa ƿegdon þa ælfas to beadƿe endebyrdnessum. Gehƿæt bide on hleoðum fore ƿære, ne finde þæt hie ungearƿe.

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Gurk [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Hrugu
en: Trolls
ang@latin: Eotnas

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all enemy leaders
ang@latin: Ealle feondladmenn oferdrifan

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: We are far from our lands, now, Erlornas, and we have driven the orcs from the forest. Why do we not return home?
ang@latin: Ƿe sind feorre fram fram urum landum nu, Erlornas, and ƿe habbaþ drifen þa orcƿihta fram þæm ƿealda. For hƿy ne gaþ ƿe eft to hame?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: You know well enough... Rualsha. That name sounds everywhere we go since the incursion began. That orc is much more than a mere marauding bandit in search of pillage. And he wants this land. <i>Our</i> land. He is planning an invasion, I’m sure of it. We must gather more information about his plans before we go back.
ang@latin: Þu ƿast ƿel genog... Rualsha. Se na

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: And tell me... How did you sleep last night?
ang@latin: Me la sege... Hu slæptest þu on þisse nihstan nihte?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: How did I?... Uneasy, lord. My dreams were bleak, some of them nightmares.
ang@latin: Hu la...? Geangsumod, leof. Min sƿefn ƿæron blac, and sumu heora unsƿefn.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Yes. The earth currents are perturbed here, and the bridges to the dreamland are tainted. I think there is a mage dwelling somewhere nearby. Or perhaps more than one; the traces are mixed, and some of them have an unwholesome flavor.
ang@latin: Gea. Þa eorðan streamas sind gedræfde her, and þa brycga to þæm sƿefna lande sind befylda. Ic ƿene þætte drymann ƿunie gehƿær neah. Oþþe meahtlice ma þonne an; þa mearca sind gemengeda, suma heora habbaþ fulne smæccan.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It would be dire indeed for us if these orcs have magic to add to their battle-might.
ang@latin: Hit ƿære geƿisslice afor us gif þas orcƿihta hæbben drycræft mid þæm hie cunnon iecan heora guþcræft.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We must discover if this is so.
ang@latin: Ƿe sculon findan gif þis sie sƿa.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Information will do us no good if we are killed before we return with it! These mountains look like troll territory.
ang@latin: Geƿitness na us feormaþ gif ƿe sein gecƿelede ær ƿe mid þære æthƿeorfen! Þas beorgas þyncaþ to ƿesenne eotna geard.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Enough. The sun’s fully over the horizon. Give the order to advance.
ang@latin: Genoh. Seo sunne is ful ofer eorðan geendunge. Hat forþ gan.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: That was the last of the chieftains, lord. The lesser trolls seem to be retreating now.
ang@latin: Se ƿæs æftermesta þara heafodlinga, leof. Þa læssan eotnas þyncaþ onƿindan nu.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: At once. How much time do you think we have?
ang@latin: Sona. Hu fela timan ƿenest þu þætte us abitt?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: A day, perhaps. We fought two clans today; they won’t take long to rally. We need to be gone from here by sunset next.
ang@latin: Eaðe anne dæg. Ƿe ƿunnon ƿiþ tƿa folcsceara todæg; hie ne þurfon fela timan to gesamnienne. Ƿe þurfon gan heonon fore þæs mergenes æfne.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We have slain a chieftain! Take heart! This battle is almost won!
ang@latin: Ƿe habbaþ geslægen heafodling! Ƿesaþ bealde! Þas guðe nean habbaþ ƿe geƿunnen!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Ha! Me smashed da funny elf. Me got a trophy!
ang@latin: Hi la! Tocnyste hleahtorbære ælfne. Nu me sigebeacen!

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: No! This can’t be!
ang@latin: Nese la! Na cann þis ƿesan!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Soon after Erlornas died, the elven party, lacking a leader and pressed from all sides, scattered and fled. Their retreat to Wesmere was arduous and long.
ang@latin: Hraðe siþþan Erlornas cƿæl, se ælfisca heap, þe ƿæs leas ladmenn and besett fram eallum sidum, ƿæs sprungen and afleah. Heora ƿiðertrod to Ƿesmeran ƿæs sticol and lang.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: During their retreat, the pass was crossed by another army moving in the opposite direction. Orcs were back south of the pass, and this time they were to stay for a long, long time.
ang@latin: Under heora ƿiðertrode, se ƿeg ƿæs oferfaren fram oðrum here þe eode to ongeanƿeardum gerihte. Orcƿihta ƿæron onbæc besuðan on wege, and þisses mæles ƿoldon hie abidan sƿiðe lange stunde.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: We can’t get through, my Lord. These whelps are not individually very dangerous, but there are huge numbers of them.
ang@latin: Ƿe ne cunnon faran þurh hie, leof. Þas  hƿelpas anan na sind sƿiðe fræcendlice, ac þær is great rim heora.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Four days of combat and nothing to show for it. How does it feel to you?
ang@latin: Feoƿere dagas geƿinnes and naht næfþ na gen gelumpen. Hu þynceþ hit þe?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Terrible, my lord. Never in my life did I dream I’d be bested by mere trolls. What are your orders?
ang@latin: Egeslic, leof. Na ƿende ic þætte eoten an mec oferdrife. Hƿæt bodast þu?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Withdraw and make camp a safe distance from the hills. There is no further point in this fight. We’ll wait for reinforcements.
ang@latin: Sƿaðriaþ and sleaþ geteld on sicorre feornesse fram þæm hyllum. Nis hit behefe þætte ƿe feohten ma. Ƿe abidaþ eacan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The reinforcements arrived a few days later, a crack force of rangers with some cavalry support. When they attempted the pass again, they found not trolls but something worse — an orcish army approaching from the north.
ang@latin: Se eaca oncom feaƿa daga siþþan, andƿis heap ƿuduƿealda and sume eoredmenn to fultme. Þa þa hie gesohten to geƿinnenne þone ƿeg eft, þa ne fundon hie eotnas, ac fundon hie ƿirsan — orcisc here þo nealæcetede norðan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The battle that ensued was bloody and inconclusive, and the elven losses were only the beginning of the mournful toll in a war that would rage for many years after.
ang@latin: Seo guþ þe siþþan gelamp ƿæs blodig and sigeleas, and þara ælfa deaðas ƿæron efne þæt onginn þæs dreorlican lyres ƿiges þe ƿæs gedrogen manig gear siþþan.

note: [part]
en: After a day of hard-earned rest the elves marched north again. This was unknown country, not frequented even by Wesmere’s furthermost-faring scouts.
ang@latin: Æfter dæge geƿyhrtre reste ƿodon þa ælfas norþ eft. Þis ƿæs uncuþ land, na oft gesoht furðum be Ƿesmeres bradost farendumm foreƿeardum.

note: [part]
en: Two days’ travel later, the forward scouts reported another orcish warband laying siege to a tower.
ang@latin: Tƿeora daga fare siþþan, þa forþƿeardan foreƿeardas cyðdon þætte oðer orcisc ƿigheap besette stipel.

note: [part]
en: Erlornas surveyed the siege from atop a small tree-covered hill overlooking the tower valley...
ang@latin: Erlornas sceaƿode on þæt setl fram ofer holmƿuda on lytelum hylle þe læg to þæm dæle þæs stiples...

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Linaera
ang@latin: Linaeran Deaþ

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Report.
ang@latin: Gecyþ þu.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: A warband of orcs, no women or children among them, besieges a tower. It’s of human design... but we are far from the lands granted to humans by treaty, my lord Erlornas.
ang@latin: Guþþreat orcƿihta, nængu ƿif oþþe cildru ongemand him, besitt stipel. He is menniscre mearcunge... ac ƿe sind feor fram þæm landum þa þæm mannum þurh foreƿearde gelæfdu ƿæron. Erlornas dryhten min.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Under the letter of the treaty, it is so. But this country is too cold and barren for us. I wonder, what manner of human would choose to live here, far from its kind? Hmmm...
ang@latin: Æfter þære foreƿearde is hit sƿa. Ac þis land is us to ceald and unspedig. Ic asmeage, hƿelc hiƿ manna mihte ceosan to ƿunienne her, feor fram his cynne? Humm...

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It trespasses, and should be driven out!
ang@latin: Hit dƿelaþ, and an ageþ hit adrifan!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Hold. It is only one human, or a few of them at most. Time enough to speak of driving it out when we have no enemies in common.
ang@latin: Stand. He is an mann, oþþe mæst feaƿa heora. Biþ genoh tima to sprecenne be þære adrifunge his þær ƿe næbben nænge gemæne fiend.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Tell me: I see no bridge over the chasm around that keep. Is there any sign that one has been withdrawn by the defenders?
ang@latin: Me tele: Ic ne seo nænge brycge ofer þam gesƿelgende be þæm fæstne. Is þær ænig tacn þætte brycg ƿære ætbroden be þæm beorgendum?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: No, lord. No traces of any construction. It looks like no bridge has ever existed there. There must be other, hidden means of access to the tower.
ang@latin: Nese, leof. Nængu tacnu getimbru. Þycneþ þætte nan brycg na her stode.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Interesting... Go to my personal stores and bring me a bottle of wine. And a couple of glasses.
ang@latin: La... Ga to minum agnan horde and me bring flascan ƿines. Eac feaƿum glasa.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: ... Glasses?
ang@latin: ...Glasu la?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Do it. We’ll have a guest soon.
ang@latin: Þæt do. Gæst cymþ hraðe.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator "Faerie" in this paragraph is a rare, poetic word in English. It is the proper name of a magical otherworld associated with elves - actually, originally with fairies, but before Tolkien the boundary between elves and fairies was extremely blurry. In Wesnoth it is delibera
en: Erlornas closed his eyes and brought his hands forward, joined palms forming a cup open to the sky. Soon they began to glow, then to flare like a brazier with the fire of Faerie, casting a cold, blue light all around the elf-lord. A wisp of light emerged from the eerie flames, and at a few murmured words from the elf-lord flew away towards the tower below. Then the light around Erlornas faded and all was seemingly as before.
ang@latin: Erlornas beleac his eagan and brohte his handa forþ, geþeota folman sƿa cuppe open to sƿegle. Hraðe ongunnon hie to to gloƿenne, þonne to lacenne gelic fyrboxe mid ælffyre, forþsendende ceald, hæƿen leoht be þæm ælfnan hlaforde. Stycce leohtes cƿom fram ongemang  þære ƿrætlican blæsan, and æfter feaƿum þƿastrodra ƿorda fram þæm ælfnan hlaforde, fleah aƿeg to þæm stiple beneoðan. Þonne þæt leoht be Erlornase forsƿealt and eall þuhte to ƿesenne sƿa sƿa ær.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Some time later...
ang@latin: Hƿile siþþan...

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: So you decided to accept the invitation. Good. Welcome, I am lord Erlornas of Wesmere. I find your presence here... surprising.
ang@latin: La, þu cure to onfonne þa laðunge. Þæt is god. Ƿilcume, ic eom Eorlornas hlaford Ƿesmeres. Þin andƿeardnesse her me þynceþ... unƿened.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Scarcely less than I find yours, my lord elf, but I would welcome your aid against these orcs. They have been besieging my tower for weeks.
ang@latin: Ic eac ne ƿende þætte þu her sie, ælf hlaford min, ac mec fæstnie þin help ƿiþ þas orcƿihta. Hie habbaþ minne stipel ƿuca beseted.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: I wish their foul kind driven as far as possible from my borders, not to return. It would be no bad thing if an ally of the elves kept watch over this country.
ang@latin: Ic ƿille þæt heora ful cynn sie adrifen sƿa feorr sƿa eaðe fram minre mmearce, na to efthƿeorfenne. Hit nære naht yfel gif freond þara ælfa beƿiste þis land.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Count me an ally, then, lord Erlornas. We can defeat them together.
ang@latin: Beþenc mec freond, la, Erlornas hlaford. Ƿe cunnon hie samod oferdrifan.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: My lord... humans cannot be trusted! They shift their allegiances with the changing of the wind!
ang@latin: Leof... mannum ne cann man befæstan! Hie ƿendaþ heora holdscipas æfter þæm geƿrixle þæs ƿindes!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: That may be, but I do not think this one will betray us to the orcs. And we may need her assistance, too: that is a powerful force of orcs ahead.
ang@latin: Meahtlice sie þæt, ac ic ne ƿene þæt þes usic þæm orcƿihtum becyrre. And meahtlice þurfen ƿe hire helpes, eac: þæt is mihtig here orcƿihta fore us.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: And that is well ended. But, Linaera, there is somewhat else that concerns me. You are a mage; do you not feel something... wrong... to the east of here?
ang@latin: And þæt is ƿel endod. Ac, Linaera, þær is elles hƿæt med deþ cearian. Þu eart drymann; fredest þu la aht... unrihte... her beeastan?

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: I do indeed. Something evil has recently made a nest in the next valley over; its servants have been sniffing at the edges of my domain. I had meant to deal with it myself, but if you elves revere the green earth I think you will want it abolished as much as do I.
ang@latin: Soþlice. Aht yfel hafaþ niƿe geƿorht nest on þæm niehstan dæle; his þegnas habbaþ geƿroten þone riman mines landrices. Ic ƿolde hit selfum forleosan, ac gif ge ælfas ƿeorðien þa grenan eorðan sƿa ƿel sƿa ic þonne ƿene ic þætte ge ƿillen delegian hit sƿa sƿa ic.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We are of one mind, then. Let us go to it.
ang@latin: La, ƿe sind on anræde. Ƿuton þæt onginnan.

note: [scenario]: id=06_A_Detour_through_the_Swamp
en: A Detour through the Swamp
ang@latin: Begang þurh þone Mor

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Keremal
ang@latin: Keremal oferdrifan

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: The evil spirits who have settled in this wetland have turned it into a vile bog. My apprentices and I have the power to dispel them, but you must protect us from their weapons.
ang@latin: Þa yfelan gastas þa habbaþ gesett þis ƿæte land habbaþ geƿend hit on fulum more. Mine leornungmenn and ic habbaþ þæt ƿeald to afyrsienne hie, ac þu scealt usic beorgan.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Thank you, Erlornas... now I can return to my tower in peace. But I think some of my apprentices wish to follow you north in pursuit of the orcs.
ang@latin: Þoncie þe, Eorlornas... nu mæg ic æthƿeorfan to minum stiple on friðe. Ac me þynceþ þætte minra leornungmanna ƿillaþ þec folgian to ehtenne þa orcƿihta.

note: [message]: role=mage
en: I have always wished to see elves, and now I have fought alongside them! May I please travel with you?
ang@latin: Ic ƿolde a seon ælfas, and nu hæbbe ic gefohten andefen heom! Mot ic mid þe la faran?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Certainly... I shall be glad of your help.
ang@latin: Geƿisslice... Ic fægenie þines helpes.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Rualsha
ang@latin: Rualshan oferdrifan

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: My lord! We have ridden hard for over a week to catch up with you! The Ka’lian has deliberated, and asks you to defeat Rualsha quickly before he can muster a full invasion force.
ang@latin: Dryhten min! Ƿe habbaþ geriden hearde ma þonne ƿuce to offaran þec! Þæt Ka’lian hafaþ geþancmetod, and þe ascaþ to oferdrifenne Rualshan sƿifte ær he cann gæderian fulne hergunge here.

note: [message]: speaker=Rualsha
en: Puny elves! My full army will be here soon, and then we will crush you. You will beg for a quick death!
ang@latin: Ƿace ælfas! Min fulla here cymþ hider hraðe, and þonne gebygaþ ƿe eoƿic. Eoƿ abiddaþ sƿiftes deaðes!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: You may slay me, Erlornas, but my people live on. They will not forget! They will pursue you, and destroy you utterly... we will... we... arrgh...
ang@latin: Þu meaht mec ofsleaf, Eorlornas, ac min folc forþ lifaþ. Hie gemunon! Hie sculon þec ehtan, and þec ful forleosna... ƿe... ƿe... ƿei la...

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: But Rualsha overestimated the will of his troops. With their leader dead, they scattered, and fled from the elves back to their fastnesses in the far north.
ang@latin: Ac Rualsha eahtode þone ƿillan his rinca to fela. Þa heora ladmann cƿæl, þa strædon hie and flugon þa ælfas onbæc to heora fæstnessum feor benorðan.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: It grieves me to take life, even of a barbarian such as Rualsha.
ang@latin: Me sorgaþ forleosan lif, furðum ælreordne sƿilce Rualsha.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: If the orcs press us, we shall need to become more accustomed to fighting.
ang@latin: Gif þa orcƿihta usic drifen, þanne þurfon ƿe þætte gefeoht ƿeorðe us geƿunelic.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: I fear it will be so. We have won a first victory here, but dark times come upon its heels.
ang@latin: Ic ƿene geomorlice þæt hit sie sƿa. Ƿe habbaþ geƿunnen forman sige her, ac deorce dagas cumaþ siþþan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas never saw the blade that felled him. He died on the spot, with not a chance to issue last commands or farewells. Without him his wardens soon fell into confusion, and losing heart withdrew from the battle.
ang@latin: Erlornas hlaford na seah þa ecge seo þe hine ofsleah. He cƿæl þærrihte, leas byres to hatenne his æftermeste bodu oþþe gretingƿord. Leas his his ƿeardas hraðe ƿurdon irre, and forlorenum ellne gesƿicon fram guðe.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: When reinforcements finally arrived, elves managed to dislodge the orcish tribe. But the threat from the north remained unresolved and loomed large over their future.
ang@latin: Þa þa se eaca endelice tocƿom, þa geforon þa ælfas to adrifenne þa orciscan þeode. Ac se þreat norðan ƿæs giet unbryce and geþreatode heora toƿeardlican lif.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Alas, Erlornas, I have failed us...
ang@latin: Ƿa la ƿei, Erlornas, ic hæbbe usic aƿæged...
