wescamp-i 18n - en to la translation catalogue (159 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: An Orcish Incursion
la: Adventus Orcium

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: AOI
la: AO

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.
la: Defende silvam dryadalium adversus primos orces in Continentem Magnum, ut consilia ampla discas.

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Fighter
la: Pugnator

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Lord
la: Dominus

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: High Lord
la: Optimas

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

note: [about]
en: Adaptation for mainline
la: Pro primis militiis mutare

note: [about]
en: Post 1.4 story and gameplay improvements
la: Correctiones fabulae et modum ludendi post versionem 1.4

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

note: [about]
en: Editing, proofreading and gameplay testing
la: Corrigere, retractareque modum ludendi probare

note: [scenario]: id=01_Defend_the_Forest
en: Defend the Forest
la: Defende Silvam

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.
la: Adventus hominum ac orcium nationes Continentis Magni perturbabat. Dryadales olim vix cum nanis et aliis pacati, saecula modo paucos pugnarum concursatoriarum commiserunt. Sed inventum est illos ardore diu oblita conflictiones certaturos esse.

note: [part]
en: Their first encounter with the newcomers went less well than either side might have wished.
la: Peius gestus est primus congressus quam uterque manus optaverat.

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.
la: Sed homines, etsi crudi celeresque, saltem scintillam artium, quam dryadales agnoscere poterant ut similem suo ingenio, habebant. At orces omnino alieni videbantur.

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.
la: Postquam populus Haldrici ad terram naves applicuerunt, orces nonnullos annos vix magis quam rumor vixerunt qui quieti dryadalium minaretur. Haec res ita manuerunt dum dryadalis nobilis familia vetere, nomine Erlornas, hostem dissimilem omni obviam iit.

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.
la: Primum orces in finibus septentrionales silvae magnae Vesmerei aspiciebantur.

note: [side] [side]: type=Elvish Lord
en: Elves
la: Dryadales

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Rider, id=Lomarfel
en: Lomarfel
la: Lomarfelus

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
la: Orces

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Urugha
la: Urugham vincere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Erlornas
la: Mors Erlornatis

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.
la: Domine mi! Manus alienus in boream castra posuit atque silvam nostram vastant. Speculatores credunt eum manum orcium esse.

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.
la: Orcesne? In dubium est, rex enim humanus Haldricus illos opressit cum haec litora contigerunt, et ex quo tempore modo terriculae erant quibus mater pueros eius terreat.

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.
la: Sic res apparebat, domine mi. Attamen est manus in borea plurimos arbores integres caedentes, ligno magnos ignes facientes. Nemus usque ad caenum calcant et non etiam stercus foedum operiunt. Credo me etiam hic fetorem odorari posse.

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: Yes, my lord!
la: Intellego, domine mi!

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.
la: Aspice, crassos, lentosque scaevosque et vix ullos arcus habent. Manete inter arbores, utimini sagittis et sic vincemus.

note: [message]: race=elf
en: It’s hopeless; we’ve tried everything, and they’re still coming back.
la: Frustra est; omne modo adorti sumus, sed etiam redeunt.

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!
la: Porro, inutiles vermes! Esse illos, lassi sunt et timent! Cupiditatem certandi delevistis, nunc ite ut acta perficiatis!

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.
la: Hamc nebulam pulveris in finiente orbis... fugite! Sunt plures monstrorum huc ituri! Prius pedem referte quam nos circumdatos oppresserint.

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.
la: Magnas Erlornas orces non reppulit, quamquam bellatores eius quantum potest conitebantur. Simulac alius caterva bellicosa advenit, dryadales reluctati fracti sunt.

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.
la: De eventis secundis minimum scimus, quia tanta confusione Chaoque perdita sunt, sed est unum quod infelices noscimus; dryadales militiam perdiderunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Ugh...
la: Ah...

note: [message]: speaker=Urugha
en: Finally! Got him!
la: Postremo! Eum cepimus!

note: [message]: race=elf
en: Lord!
la: Domine!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Take... command... Drive them... away.
la: Duce... milites... depelle... illos.

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.
la: Magnas Erlornas, fine bello viso, die in quo primum orcibus pugnabat mortuus est. Ut eventus belli tristis fuerit, fortasse bene erat.

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!
la: Me vi praestitisti, sed certamen inaequum erat... Miliens te detestor, scurra decocte! Mala patiaris... et cum dominus, Rualsca, te invenerit radicitus gentem tuam frangat!

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Rualsha? Hmm... What if... Assemble a war-party, we need to scout north!
la: Rualsca? Mmm... Si... Arcesse copias, nam necesse est boream scrutari!

note: [scenario]: id=02_Assassins
en: Assassins
la: Sicarii

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.
la: Via catervae orcium facile inventu erat — lata regio humi calcatae per silvas violatas. Erlornas igitur manusque celeriter inter septentrionem et occidentem ierunt.

note: [part]
en: Soon they arrived at a region where the forest was cut through by many streams, only to find something unexpected.
la: Mox ad locum advenerunt ubi silva multis amnibus secabatur, modo subitum invenientes.

note: [side]: type=Orcish Slayer, id=Gharlsa
en: Gharlsa
la: Garlsa

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Gharlsa
la: Garlsam vincere

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: The trail leads straight to this place, my lord.
la: Vestigia recta ad hoc locum, domine mi.

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.
la: Ante nos est arx. Quomodo accipit ut nihil de ea sciamus? Putabam fines nostros diligentius custodiri.

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.
la: Ne... Nescio, domine mi. Iamdudum fuerunt nemo qui nisi nos tantum aedificare possit. Timeo ne nos ficta negligentia, quae diligentiae speculatorum nostrorum nocuit, falleremur.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: When the fighting ends, I’ll have some answers. But for now—
la: Cum pugnam perfecerimus, respondebunt. Sed in praesentia—

note: [message]: speaker=Gharlsa
en: Gharlsa sees elves... yes... Fresh meat for wolves. Yes, yes...
la: Garlsa dryadales vidit... iam... Caro cruda lupis. Iam, iam...

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: — let’s focus on the task at hand.
la: — agendum curemus.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Does that demented creature truly believe he can kill us?
la: Illene vix compos animi vere putat se nos interficere posse?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Appearances can be deceiving. Tell the men to be cautious.
la: Aspectus falsus esse potest. Fac viri cauti sint.

note: [message]: speaker=Gharlsa
en: Yes... yes... Slay them!
la: Iam... iam... Necate illos!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hurts... failed... Rualsha gonna be angry...
la: Doleo... defui... Rualsca iratus erit...

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.
la: Iterum nescioquis ‘Rulscam’ dixit. Pergere opus est, responsa enim quae quaesimus hic non sunt. Fortasse eae procul inter boream inveniemus.

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.
la: Delete hoc locum et sinete silvam ut ruinas capiat. Nolumus plures malorum eo uti.

note: [scenario]: id=03_Wasteland
en: Wasteland
la: Eremus

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.
la: Eis ultro discedentibus silva viridis in herbam sterilem novamque vanescens minuebat. Signa apparebant — trunci, arbor longinquus marcescens diuque caesus, lignum circa se in herba rara mortuum. Olim fuit nemus, velut sedes silva. Illa ceciderat.

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.
la: Sunt nulla vestigia hic inventura; venti et imber pulvis abluerant, sed non vestigiis caruerunt, nam fumus in finiente orbis acies hostis prodebat.

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?
la: Erlornas vix de statu orcium dubitabat, nullus enim gens nanorum ita foedera antiqua cum dryadalibus fregerint, homines numquam tam... laboriosi in exitium erant, et non numerosi satis in septentrionalibus, quae ad se nimium gelida et umida erant, iebant. Quaestio magna restabat — Rualscamne inveniet?

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.
la: Fortasse, sed non in hoc loco. Gens quam castra continuit nimis parva erat quae alios orces terreat. Sed postridie dryadales parati certare erant.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Gnargha
la: Gnargham vincere

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: Lord... I’m... I am filled with grief. This senseless destruction is... overwhelming.
la: Domine... plenus doloris sum. Hoc exitium vacuum... me opprimit.

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.
la: Opprimit. Et hoc est quod nobis minebant sed aggredimur. Gens exigua est, tamen de austro depellere opus est. Illis nullae stationes habendae sunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Gnargha
en: Elves!? This means Urugha failed and his spirit will suffer greatly for his weakness. So be it!
la: Dryadalesne?! Itaque Urugha defuit et spiritus eius ob morbum animi malum patietur. Esto!

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!
la: Surgite, gregarii! Magna pugna ad manus est! Furor tuus libenter eat! Gladii omnes lanient! Quisque primus cruorem sparserit hac noctu in foco meo epulas habebit!

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.
la: Recta iacete, viri, astu et animo valebimus. Neminem parcite, nam orci inter colles boreos esse non licet, nisi nobis numquam pax erit.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: You won... elf... But it changes... nothing... (<i>cough</i>)
la: Vicisti... dryadalis... Sed non... mutat... (<i>tussit</i>)

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We found the way... Now... we will come in numbers... (<i>cough</i>) you can’t imagine...
la: Viam invenimus... Iam... numerosi veniemus... (<i>tussit</i>) fingere non potes...

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: (<i>Cough</i>) I’ll be waiting... among the dead...
la: (<i>Tussit</i>) Te exspectabo... apud mortuos...

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It’s done, lord. No-one escaped. No-one tried to escape. I’m... disturbed.
la: Factum est, domine. Nemo effugit, neque facere adoriri. Sum... turbatus.

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?
la: Bene est, tamen mirabile, quantum negligentiai in se servando habent, item audaciai in quo frustra postulant defendo. Speculatoresne alios cis colles praesentes invenerunt?

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?
la: Neminem invenerunt. Sed troglodytas in collibus propinquis viderunt. Itane illud locum transire necesse est?

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.
la: Necesse est. Concilium me per missum somnium adlocuti sunt. Turbati sunt. Novae copiae nobis missae sunt, sed pergere debemus. Impera vris ut requiescant, nam solis ortu iter faciemus.

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.
la: Partere partem viris, partem viae. Haec terra iam est solitudo; in via pauca ciborum nanciscemur.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: We found some supplies when searching the camp, but nothing much. What is to be done with them?
la: Pauca copiarum castra scrutantes invenimus, sed modo pauca. Quid de eis faciamus?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Save it for the march north. There is little to be found in this barren country.
la: Obtine iteris causa. Sunt pauca inventura in hac regione vacua.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Damn it. Sound the retreat, we’ll try again when reinforcements arrive.
la: Malum. Cane receptui, iterum repetemus cum subsidia advenient.

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...
la: Subsidia exspecta paucis post diebus advenerunt. Postridie campum adversus multo grandiorem exercitum orcium carpserunt. Proelium dubium est; multos annos pugnatum est...

note: [scenario]: id=04_Valley_of_Trolls
en: Valley of Trolls
la: Vallis Troglodytarum

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.
la: Postridie mane, rursus dryadales profecti sunt, magis fessi rebus militiae et domus tutaeque viridisque consolantisque rediendi libidine. Vacua et aspera terra facta est; nihil illis ad montibus impendentibus euntibus ab algentis aquilonis acerbitate tegerent.

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.
la: Solis occasu, eis fauces vallis paene recta per iuga secantes aggressis, quia speculatores monuerant locum hostile fuisse; viam praeter se insidiosam tenebris, castra posita erant. Hac noctu neque erant carmina neque lyrae, praeterea plurimi dryadalium anxii dormire. Pauci infelices caute vigilare.

note: [part]
en: When sunrise came, the elves moved into battle formations. Whatever waited in the slopes ahead, it would not find them unprepared.
la: At solis ortu, direxere dryadales aciem. Quisque in decliviis exspectabat in eos imperitos iturus erat.

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Gurk [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Hrugu
en: Trolls
la: Troglodytae

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Gurk
en: Gurk
la: Gurcus

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Hrugu
en: Hrugu
la: Rhugus

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

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?
la: Iam procul terris nostris stamus, Erlornas, et orces de silva depulimus. Cur non domum redimus?

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.
la: Satis bene scis... est ob Rualscam. Quae ubicumque itis resonavit ex quo incursio inceperunt. Ille orx non modo praedam quaesens latrocinator, et hanc terram cupit. <i>Nostram</i> terram. Aggrediendi consilium capit, certum scio. Consilium cognescere necesse est prius quam redeamus.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: And tell me... How did you sleep last night?
la: Dic mihi... Quomodo noctu dormiebas?

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: How did I?... Uneasy, lord. My dreams were bleak, some of them nightmares.
la: Quomodo?... anxius, domine. Atri fuerunt somnia, de umbris somniavi.

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.
la: Ita. Liquores terrai hic anguntur, et pontes in regionem somniorum contaminati sunt. Puto magum non procul hoc vivere. Aut fortasse magis vivunt; vestigia mixta sunt, aliquae etiam pestilentia esse videntur.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It would be dire indeed for us if these orcs have magic to add to their battle-might.
la: Dira nobis sint si orces magiam quae vi addat habeant.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We must discover if this is so.
la: Necesse est invenire si res ita sint.

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.
la: Indicium nobis non proerit si prius interfecerimus quam secum redire possimus. Hi montes fines troglodytarum esse videntur.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Enough. The sun’s fully over the horizon. Give the order to advance.
la: Satis. Sol plene occidit. Viris impera ut aggrediantur.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: That was the last of the chieftains, lord. The lesser trolls seem to be retreating now.
la: Ille fuit ultimus principum, domine. Troglodytae minores se recipere videntur.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: It is well. Break camp and move everyone through the pass before they rally. We’ll rest a bit on the other side; we have earned it.
la: Bene est. Move castra et perduce omnes ex saltu priusquam se pugnare concitare possunt. Ultra paulisper digni quiescemus.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: At once. How much time do you think we have?
la: Statim faciam. Quantum temporis quiescendi nobis est?

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.
la: Fortasse dies. Hodie duobus gentibus pugnabamus; mox iterum surgent. Exire solis occasu secundo necesse est.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We have slain a chieftain! Take heart! This battle is almost won!
la: Principem occidimus! Bono animo este! Minimum abest quin victoriam habeamus!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Ha! Me smashed da funny elf. Me got a trophy!
la: Ha! Ego dryadalem mirum fregi. Mihi est praemium!

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: No! This can’t be!
la: Vae! Non potis est!

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.
la: Manus dryadalium, parvo post Erlornatem interfectum, duce carens, undique pressus, se dispergentes effugerunt. Receptus ad Vesmerem erat arduus et laboriosus.

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.
la: Quae cum it sint, alius exercitus oppositus saltum transierunt. Orces igitur ad aquilonem accesserant, ac iam diutius mansuri erant.

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.
la: Transire non possumus, domine mi. Hi catuli singulatim non infesti sunt, sed est immanis grex.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Four days of combat and nothing to show for it. How does it feel to you?
la: Quattor diebus certandi cessis nihil profuit. Quid sentis?

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?
la: Miseriam sentio, domine mi. Numquam finxeram me ab miseris troglodytis superare. Quid iubes?

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.
la: Se recipe et pone castra procul collibus. Nunc pugnare nihil prodest. Novas copias exspectabimus.

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.
la: Quae delecti indagatores et equites fuerunt paucis post diebus advenerunt. Cum iterum repetiverunt, non troglodytas invenerunt sed peius exercitus orcium de septentrione adventans.

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.
la: Pugnatum est cruentum dubiumque, interitus etiam multorum dryadalium tanti, quanti lacrimabile bellum tamdiu gesturum incipit, vix erat.

note: [scenario]: id=05_Linaera_the_Quick
en: Linaera the Quick
la: Linaera Celer

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.
la: Dryadales post diem quietis meritae iter ad septentrionem fecit. Haec erat altera terra nescia, quae non etiam a speculatoribus ultimis Vesmerei frequentabantur.

note: [part]
en: Two days’ travel later, the forward scouts reported another orcish warband laying siege to a tower.
la: Duobus post diebus antecursores speculatorum renuniavit aliam catervam orcium turrim obsidere.

note: [part]
en: Erlornas surveyed the siege from atop a small tree-covered hill overlooking the tower valley...
la: Erlornas e summo saltu qui vallem turris despectabat obsidionem faciebat...

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Krughnar
en: Krughnar
la: Crugnar

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Krughnar and break the siege
la: Crugnarem vincere et obsidionem frangere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Linaera
la: Mors Linaerai

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Report.
la: Nuntia.

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.
la: Itaque caterva orcium, neque cum feminis ne pueris, turrim obsidet. Est hominis hoc meditari... sed terris hominibus foedere datis longe distamus, domine Erlornas.

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...
la: Apud leges foederis, ita est. Sed haec regio nimis gelida vacuaque est. Quis terrarum hoc locum, procul populo suo habitare optet? Hmmm...

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: It trespasses, and should be driven out!
la: Errat, ob rem expellenda est!

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.
la: Mane. Tantum est unus homo paucive. Tempus erit satis ad eam expellendum cum hostes communes non habebimus.

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?
la: Dic mihi: nullam pontem trans abyssum qui arcem circumdat video. Estne indicium pontis sublati defensoribus?

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.
la: Non est, domine — nulla vestigia aedificandi. Nullus pons umquam ibi esse videtur. Nonne est alius modus abditus turris ineundi?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Interesting... Go to my personal stores and bring me a bottle of wine. And a couple of glasses.
la: Quam singulare... I ad commeatus meos ut mihi lagenam vini feras, et duae pocula.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: ... Glasses?
la: ... Itane pocula?

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Do it. We’ll have a guest soon.
la: Cura faciendum. Mox erit hospes.

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.
la: Erlornas oculis opertis manus protulit, palmis inter se iungentibus ut poculum caelum apertum fingant. Iam albescebant, iam ut foculus igne Hesperidum ardescebant, lumen frigidum caeruleumque circum dominum effundentes. Radius lucis e flammis novis ortus est, et paucis domino murmuratis ad terram inferam advolavit. Deinde luce Erlornatem circumdato vanescente omnia ut prius esse videntur.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Some time later...
la: Postmodum...

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.
la: Invitationem accipere igitur censuisti. Bene. Salve, Erlornas Vesmere sum. Opinor conspectum tuum... unicum esse.

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.
la: Vix minus quam conspectum tuum opinor, domine dryadalis, sed subsidium tuiaccipiam. Orces multis diebus turrim mei obsidebant.

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.
la: Istud taetrum genus quam ultimum expelli volo, ne redeant. Bene sit si socius dryadalium haec regionem custodiat.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Count me an ally, then, lord Erlornas. We can defeat them together.
la: Socium cense, domine Erlornas. Una illos vincere possumus.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: My lord... humans cannot be trusted! They shift their allegiances with the changing of the wind!
la: Domine mi... homine ad credendi non sunt! Transeunt sicut verba inter ventos!

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.
la: Bene se habet, sed non puto illam nos orcibus prodere. Praeterea auxilium eius nobis usui sit: est copia potens orcium ante nos.

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?
la: Bene facis. Sed, Linaera, alia mihi curae est. Saga es; nonne sentis quid... noxium in oriente adesse?

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.
la: Quidem sentio. Nescioquid malum nuper in vallem secundam nidum finxit; servi circum regnum mei serpserunt. Ipsa rem gerere volebam, si tamen vos dryadales tantum orbem viridem reverentur quantum ipsa, puto vos id aboleri velle sicut me.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: We are of one mind, then. Let us go to it.
la: Igitur de re consentius. Agedum.

note: [scenario]: id=06_A_Detour_through_the_Swamp
en: A Detour through the Swamp
la: De Via per Paludem Declinare

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Keremal
en: Keremal
la: Ceremal

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Keremal
la: Ceremalem vincere

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.
la: Spectra mala quae hanc paludem residerunt eam stagnum pestilentem mutaverunt. Discipuli mei egoque eae abstergere possumus, sed tibi nos a telis defendere necesse est.

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.
la: Gratias tibi ago... nunc ad turrim pace redire possum. Sed puto nonnullos discipulorum mei orces ad septentrionem sequi velle.

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?
la: Semper dryadales visere volo, nunc secum certavi! Amabo, mihi vos sequi liceat.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: Certainly... I shall be glad of your help.
la: Sane licet... Gaudebo quod iuves.

note: [scenario]: id=07_Showdown
en: Showdown
la: Conflictio Ultima

note: [side]: type=Orcish Sovereign, id=Rualsha
en: Rualsha
la: Rualsca

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Rualsha
la: Rualscam vincere

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.
la: Domine mi! Nunnullos dies multum equitavimus te inventum! Calianis consuluit, et decernit te celeriter Rualscam, prius quam exercitum plenum arcessere potest, vincere.

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!
la: Infirmi dryadales! Plenus exercitus mei moc adveniet, tunc vos opprimemus. Mortem celerem orabitis!

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...
la: Me necas, Erlornas, at populus mei supererit. Me memorabunt! Vos persequemur, et omnino delebunt... vos... vos... ah...

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.
la: Sed Rualsca animum copiae eius nimium magni aestimavit, nam duce mortuo e dryadalibus dispergentes ad quietem septentrionalem effugerunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Erlornas
en: It grieves me to take life, even of a barbarian such as Rualsha.
la: Me interficiendi paenitet, etiam talis barbari qualis Rualscai.

note: [message]: role=advisor
en: If the orcs press us, we shall need to become more accustomed to fighting.
la: Si orces nos premant, pugnandum bene solere necesse sit.

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.
la: Timeo ne ita sint. Prima victoria nobis est, sed ob rem tempora obscura appropinquant.

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.
la: Magnas Erlornas numquam ferrum quod eum cecidit vidit. In ipso loco mortuus est, sine tempore aut ultimum imperare aut valere. Sine illo custodes mox perturbantur, atque corde deficientes, ab acie fecerunt.

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.
la: Cum postremo novae copia advenerunt, dryadales gentem orcium depellere potebant. Sed minatio septentrionalis manebat et quo futuro impendebat.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Alas, Erlornas, I have failed us...
la: Heu, Erlornas, nobis defui...
