Wesnoth - en to gl translation catalogue (204 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: A Tale of Two Brothers
gl: Un conto sobre dous irmáns

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: AToTB
gl: CDI

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Beginner
gl: Principiante

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Horseman
gl: Home a cabalo

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Challenging
gl: Esixente

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: Knight
gl: Cabaleiro

note: [campaign]: id=Two_Brothers
en: An evil mage is threatening the small village of Maghre and its inhabitants. The village’s mage sends to his warrior brother for help, but not all goes as planned. Can you help?
gl: Un malvado mago está ameazando a pequena vila de Magre e aos seus habitantes. O mago da vila solicita a axuda do seu irmán guerreiro, pero non todo sae segundo o plan. Pódeslles axudar?

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

note: [about]
en: Prose and Story Edits
gl: Prosa e retoques na historia

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

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

note: [about]
en: Miscellaneous
gl: Varios

note: [entry]
en: And special thanks to everyone else who I forgot to mention.
gl: E especialmente gracias a todos aqueles a quen esquecín mencionar.

note: [scenario]: id=01_Rooting_Out_a_Mage
en: Rooting Out a Mage
gl: O desterro dun mago

note: [part]
en: The remote freehold of Maghre in the western reaches of the kingdom of Wesnoth was once a peaceful place, its inhabitants largely unaware of the comings and goings of the wider world. Wars and the rumor of wars touched them not, until the day a dark mage settled in the region and began seeking sacrifices for his evil summonings.
gl: O remoto territorio de Magre, nos límites occidentais do Reino do Noroeste, era un lugar pacífico. Os seus habitantes había tempo que non sabían dos problemas do mundo. As guerras e mailos rumores de guerras non os afectaban, ata o día no que un mago escuro se asentou na rexión e comezou a buscar sacrificios para as súas malvadas invocacións.

note: [part]
en: Skeletons and zombies killed cattle and fired fields. <i>“Fear and obey Mordak the Mage!”</i> they cried in fell voices as they did their foul deeds. People vanished from isolated farmsteads. Men and women began to fear the night, and their children even the bright day. But the nearest lord was more than a day’s ride distant, and messengers sent to seek his help did not return.
gl: Os esqueletos e cadáveres andantes mataban o gando, e prendíanlle lume aos campos, ao tempo que pronunciaban as palabras «<i>temede e obedecede ao mago Mordegue</i>». A xente que vivía en casas illadas, lonxe do núcleo da vila, desaparecía; os que non desaparecían, collíanlle medo á escuridade da noite, e algúns ata á claridade do día. Pero o cabaleiro máis próximo estaba a un día a cabalo, e os mensaxeiros que foran na súa procura xamais regresaran.

note: [part]
en: There was a man named Baran who had shown talent as a mage when he was young, gone to the great Academy on the Isle of Alduin, and returned to work his magic in the land where he was born. The people looked to him for help and leadership. He found weapons half-forgotten from the times of their sires and grandsires hanging in many houses, and bade the villagers to take them down and clean and oil them. He set the smiths of Maghre to making spearheads and ax-blades for the rest.
gl: Un dos aldeáns, Baran, estivera na academia de magos da Illa de Alduin cando era mozo, e volvera á vila para seguir estudando a maxia na súa terra natal. A xente da vila dirixiuse a el en busca de axuda e liderado. O mago díxolles que buscasen armas nas súas casas, e algúns atopáronas esquecidas nalgún recuncho dos seus faiados, ou as tiñan colgadas das paredes a modo de adorno. Armas que pertenceran aos seus antepasados e que había ducias de anos que non se usaban. Para os que non atoparan armas, o mago pediulle aos armeiros que traballasen en puntas de lanza e machados.

note: [part]
en: Now Baran had a brother named Arvith who had also left Maghre to seek his fortune, and had become the leader of a small band of horsemen who hired out as guards to merchant caravans. Fortunate it was for all that when Baran was but an apprentice mage, he had made a pair of amulets for himself and his brother, with which they might call to each other when in dire need. Baran sent out that call.
gl: Baran tiña un irmán, Arvin, que tamén deixara a vila cando era novo, para coñecer mundo e ir en busca de aventuras. Arvin convertérase no líder dun pequeno grupo de homes a cabalo que ofrecían os seus servizos a caravanas de comerciantes. Por sorte para os habitantes da vila, cando aínda era pouco máis que un aprendiz de mago, Baran fixera un par de amuletos para el e para o seu irmán, cos que podían chamarse o un ao outro cando for necesario. Así que o mago fixo uso do seu amuleto.

note: [part]
en: 12 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    If I could but face this ‘Mordak’! I think my magic might prove stronger than his. But he bides in the hills, well-guarded by his servants, and I muster frightened peasants to fight his minions with blades and sticks. I need my brother; he always had a better head for battle than I.
    
    Will he heed the call? I do not know if he has kept the amulet; we have not spoken since that evil day at Toen Caric. If he will not come for me, perhaps he will return to aid our village in its hour of desperate need.
gl: 12 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Baran de Magre.
    
    Gustaríame enfrontarme a ese tal «Mordegue»! Creo que a miña maxia podería resultar máis poderosa que a súa. Pero asentou nos outeiros, ben protexido polos seus servos, e para pelexar cos seus súbditos eu non consigo reunir máis que aldeáns asustados, armados con coitelas e paus. Necesito a meu irmán, as batallas sempre se lle deron mellor que a min.
    
    Escoitará o meu chamado? Nin sequera sei se aínda conserva o amuleto, levamos sen falar desde aquela vez en Toen Carín. Aínda que non veña para axudarme a min, pode que o faga para axudar á súa vila cando máis o necesita.

note: [part]
en: Heeding the call of his amulet, Arvith gathered such men as he could and hurried to Maghre to help Baran.
gl: En canto escoitou o chamado do amuleto, Arvin reuniu tantos homes como puido e dirixiuse a présa a Magre para axudar a Baran.

note: [side] [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Humans
gl: Humanos

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

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Mordak
en: Mordak
gl: Mordegue

note: [event]
en: Alwyn
gl: Algüin

note: [event]
en: Brent
gl: Bren

note: [event]
en: Cadell
gl: Cadel

note: [event]
en: Dannen
gl: Danen

note: [event]
en: Efran
gl: Frane

note: [event]
en: Tarek
gl: Tareco

note: [event]
en: Hann
gl: Enon

note: [event]
en: Magrid
gl: Morodo

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay Mordak, the evil mage
gl: Mata a Mordegue, o mago malvado.

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

note: [objectives]
en: Use footpads as fodder to protect your loyal units and attack during the day to minimize the damage your forces take.
gl: Usa bandoleiros como escudo para protexes as túas unidades leais e ataca polo día para minimizar os danos que sofren as túas forzas.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Greetings, brother, and welcome home.
gl: Saúdos, irmán, e benvido a casa.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Hail.
gl: Ola.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Is that all, Arvith? I understand, but...
gl: Iso é todo canto tes que dicir? Non te culpo, pero…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: You called, and I came; be content with that. What ails Maghre?
gl: Chamaches, e aquí estou; non pidas máis. Cal é o problema?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: A dark mage has come upon us; his creatures call him Mordak. They have been terrorizing outlying farms, and we fear they may soon attack the village itself! The villagers of Maghre have taken up weapons but they are not trained fighters; we need your men, and you to lead them.
gl: Un mago escuro atacounos. As súas criaturas chámano «Mordegue». Estiveron aterrorizando á xente das granxas circundantes, e tememos que pronto poidan atacar a vila. Os aldeáns de Magre fixéronse con armas, pero non teñen experiencia ningunha con elas. Necesitámosvos a ti e aos teus para que os lideredes.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I can feel Mordak’s foul touch on the hidden currents of the earth and air. He is somewhere due north of here, I would say not more than two days’ ride.
gl: Podo sentir a noxenta man de Mordegue nas correntes ocultas da terra e do aire. Está ao norte de aquí, diría que a non máis de dous días a cabalo.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All right. I will do this for the village. Can you keep the mage off our backs?
gl: Moi ben. Fareino pola xente da vila. Podes protexernos do mago?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I will go stealthily with a handful of our best scouts and woodsmen. While you demonstrate against him and kill his creatures, I will try to defeat Mordak himself with magic at an unguarded moment. You shall be the right hand, I the left... aye, brother?
gl: Irei cun grupo dos nosos mellores exploradores e leñadores. Avanzaremos co maior sixilo posíbel. Mentres ti o atacas de fronte e acabas coas súas criaturas, eu intentarei collelo coa garda baixa e derrotalo usando maxia. Xuntos podemos conseguir o que non conseguiríamos por separado.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ... Aye. Just make sure you’re there when we need you.
gl: Ben. Ti procura estar aí cando te necesitemos.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran should be in position by now. Press them, distract the adept so Baran can spring his trap!
gl: Baran debería estar xa en posición. Atacádeos, distraede ao adepto para que Baran poida tenderlle a súa trampa!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Baran has not made his attack!
gl: Baran non atacou!

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: Could he have abandoned us?
gl: Abandonaríanos?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: No... No. This is something else. I’m worried about him... but right now it means we have to deal with this Mordak ourselves.
gl: Non… El non. Ten que ser outra cousa. Preocúpame…  Pero agora mesmo iso significa que debemos ocuparnos nós mesmos dese Mordegue.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good work, men! But what has become of my brother?
gl: Bo traballo, homes! Sabe alguén que foi de meu irmán?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Worried about him, are you? E-he-he... hergh... gaargh...
gl: Estás preocupado por el, non si? He he he… hergh… argh…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There’s nothing more to be had from this one; we will have to search for Baran ourselves!
gl: A este non lle imos sacar máis, teremos que buscar nós mesmos a Baran!

note: [message]: role=Reporter
en: Sir, our scouts report that Baran was seen captured and carried away further north!
gl: Señor, os exploradores informan de que viron como capturaban a Baran e o levaban ao norte!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That they should dare this! We will give chase at once.
gl: Como se atreveron? Debemos perseguilos!

note: [message]: speaker=Mordak
en: Your brother’s plan to ambush me has failed. He is our prisoner now.
gl: O plan do teu irmán para emboscarme fracasou. Agora é o noso prisioneiro.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My brother, kidnapped? I have failed you, Baran! And even now Mordak’s forces descend upon the village!
gl: Meu irmán, raptado? Falleite, Baran! E agora has hostes de Mordegue atacarán a vila!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I hear these creatures are nigh-immune to our weapons, let us see!
gl: Escoitei que estas criaturas son case inmunes ás nosas armas, vexámolo!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: That was not so hard!
gl: Non foi tan difícil!

note: [scenario]: id=02_The_Chase
en: The Chase
gl: A persecución

note: [part]
en: Arvith and his band rode north in search of his missing brother.
gl: Arvin e os seus dirixíronse ao norte na busca do seu irmán.

note: [part]
en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    We’ve been searching three days for Baran, and turned up nothing. My best hunch was to head north into the borderlands, where the necromancer’s minions could safely hide; everywhere else is more farmland. At first I thought the search might be useless, but late in the first day we found a set of tracks. Some of them had been made by skeletal feet.
    
    We’re close enough to be certain now: those tracks are heading into the Grey Woods. No one from Maghre or any of the other villages has gone into that forest in living memory. Stories have been passed down for generations warning against it. Supposedly the place is haunted by lost souls who hunger for the living, and anyone who dies there is doomed to join them.
gl: 16 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Arvin de Magre.
    
    Levamos tres días buscando a Baran, e nada. O único que se me ocorreu foi seguir buscando polo norte, na fronteira, onde os súbditos do nigromante se poden agochar con facilidade. Ao principio non estaba seguro de se conseguiríamos algo desta vez, pero na tarde do primeiro día atopamos unhas pegadas, algunhas de esqueleto.
    
    Levamos un tempo seguindo as pegadas e cada vez estamos máis seguros de que levan aos Bosques Grises. Ninguén de Magre ou das vilas dos arredores pisou nunca eses bosques, que saibamos. Pero todos escoitamos as vellas historias que advirten do perigo que correrán os que ousen facelo. Disque o lugar está infestado de almas en pena, e que a alma de todo o que morre alí queda tamén atrapada para a eternidade.

note: [part]
en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    But I’m past superstitions now; I’ve seen enough of the world to guess at the truth behind these sorts of tales. The forest is home to elves — unfriendly ones, if the stories have any basis at all. I worry for my men; horses don’t fight well in forests, and the elves will be more dangerous in their own territory. But there are things that need done and questions that need answered. Something bigger is happening. One necromancer terrorizing townsfolk is nothing new, but why didn’t his servants scatter when he was killed? Where are they headed now? And most importantly, why did they take Baran with them?
    
    Besides... I want my brother back.
gl: 16 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Arvin de Magre.
    
    Pero xa vin moito mundo, e podo imaxinar que o que ocorre en realidade é que nos bosques ocúltanse elfos, e non dos amistosos precisamente. Estou algo preocupado, os nosos cabalos non se manexan moi ben nos bosques, e os elfos loitarán con vantaxe. Pero temos que facelo se queremos descubrir onde foi parar meu irmán. Por non falar doutras cuestións maiores que requiren resposta. Por exemplo, por que non desapareceron os súbditos do nigromante en canto o derrotamos? Onde se dirixen? E sobre todo, por que levaron a Baran con eles?
    
    Non quero perder a meu irmán.

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

note: [side]: type=Elvish Rider, id=Nil-Galion
en: Nil-Galion
gl: Nilgalion

note: [side]: type=Dark Adept, id=Muff Toras
en: Kidnappers
gl: Raptores

note: [side]: type=Dark Adept, id=Muff Toras
en: Muff Toras
gl: Muntoras

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Fight your way through the woods before the kidnappers escape
gl: Loita para atravesar os bosques antes de que os raptores escapen.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Catch the kidnappers
gl: Colle aos raptores.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the Dark Adept before his reinforcements arrive
gl: Mata ao adepto escuro antes de que cheguen os reforzos.

note: [objectives]
en: The Elvish forces are spread out. Seek to fight them one at a time with several of your units.
gl: As forzas dos elfos están repartidas. Intenta enfrontarte a elas de unha en unha con varias das túas unidades.

note: [objectives]
en: Use horsemen or footpads to quickly explore the shrouded woods to locate the kidnappers.
gl: Usa homes a cabalo para explorar rapidamente os bosques para localizar aos raptores.

note: [objectives]
en: Separate the Dark Adept from his guards and attack in force for an easy kill.
gl: Separa o adepto escuro dos seus gardas e ataca con todo para matalo facilmente.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men. A stroll through such lovely green woods, what could be finer?
gl: Veña homes. Unha camiñada por estes preciosos e verdes bosques, que pode haber mellor?

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: You there! Halt and explain yourself.
gl: Vós! Detédevos e explicade que facedes aquí.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: We’re chasing after some men who kidnapped my brother!
gl: Estamos perseguindo aos que capturaron a meu irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: Those men told me their prisoner had attempted to murder their master, and warned that evil men would follow him. Advance no further, or you will die.
gl: Os homes que pasaron por aquí antes ca vós dixéronme que o seu prisioneiro intentou asasinar ao seu amo, e avisaron de que o seguirían homes malvados. Non avancedes máis, ou morreredes.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: So much for those ghost stories. Mere elves will not stop me from freeing Baran!
gl: Conque estas son as famosas fantasmas dos bosques. Uns simples elfos non van impedirme liberar a meu irmán!

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: I am glad at least that we will not have to face ghosts. But those elves will have us at a disadvantage; our horses will not maneuver well in the trees.
gl: Alégrome de que non teñamos que enfrontarnos a fantasmas, pero estamos en desvantaxe contra estes elfos. Os nosos cabalos non están afeitos a galopar entre árbores.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Bah, just stay on the paths; our spearmen and bowmen can fight in the deeper woods. We have faced and won through greater perils than those amateurs can offer.
gl: Non importa, quedade nos camiños. Os lanceiros e arqueiros poden loitar perfectamente entre as árbores. Puidemos contra os non mortos, isto non debería supornos un problema.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: I see them! There they are!
gl: Podo velos! Están aquí!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Come on, men, let’s catch those kidnappers!
gl: Veña, homes, collamos aos raptores!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hah! You have captured me, but it will avail you nothing. I sent your precious brother the mage north with half my men a day since; he will be safely locked away in our master’s dungeons by now.
gl: Capturarme non che valerá de nada! Enviei ao teu querido irmán o mago ao norte coa metade dos meus homes hai xa un día. A estas alturas debe estar xa engaiolado nos calabozos do amo.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: My blade is at your throat. Give us the way to my brother now, or I will spill your wretched blood on the ground.
gl: Dinos onde levaron a meu irmán se non queres que che corte o pescozo.

note: [event]
en: Sithrak
gl: Sidran

note: [event]
en: Eleben
gl: Élenen

note: [event]
en: Jarlom
gl: Ialon

note: [event]
en: Hamik
gl: Hamin

note: [event]
en: Akranbral
gl: Acranal

note: [event]
en: Drakanal
gl: Dracanal

note: [event]
en: Xaskanat
gl: Xáscanan

note: [event]
en: Katklagad
gl: Cáladan

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Three days ride to the northeast, in a deserted castle. The passwords to the guards are $first_password_$first_password and $second_password_$second_password|.
gl: Tres días a cabalo ao nordeste, nun castelo abandonado. Os contrasinais para os gardas son $first_password_$first_password e $second_password_$second_password|.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Bind him and take him with us. If he has played us false, he will die.
gl: Atádeo e levémolo connosco. Se nos enganou, pagarao coa súa vida.

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: Captain, what are we riding into? I thought you wanted nothing to do with Baran any more, not since Toen Caric.
gl: Capitán, para que seguimos? Pensaba que non quería máis nada co seu irmán despois do de Toen Carín.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I’m no longer sure. What’s between us remains, but knowing someone else has lain hands on him changes things. Mount up, and let’s get moving.
gl: Non sei. Non é que agora queira arranxar as cousas con el, pero non podo deixalo nas mans duns non mortos. Montade, apurémonos.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Greetings. I am Brena, a knight errant. I saw you pursuing and fighting the foul undead. Are there more of them to be destroyed?
gl: Parabéns. O meu nome é Brena, son un cabaleiro errante. Vinvos perseguindo e loitando contra os non mortos. Quedan máis por destruír?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. We think there’s a nest of them north-east of here. They’ve captured my brother.
gl: Quedan. Cremos que pode haber un grupo deles asentado ao nordeste de aquí. Teñen a meu irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: I bear a great hatred towards their kind. I will follow and fight them with you, if you permit.
gl: Non me gustan nada os non mortos. Non me importaría acompañarvos e axudarvos a loitar contra eles, se non vos parece mal.

note: [message]: role=Mercenary
en: He would only slow us down!
gl: Non vai poder seguir o noso ritmo, o único que vai conseguir é atrasarnos!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is my place to decide this.
gl: Aquí son eu o que decide.

note: [option]
en: Oh, all right then. Come along with us.
gl: Moi ben, acompáñanos.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Thank you. My comrades and I will help you on your noble quest.
gl: Grazas. Os meus camaradas e máis eu axudarémosvos na vosa nobre busca.

note: [option]
en: I am sorry. We have not the time to spare.
gl: Síntoo, pero non podemos esperarvos, non temos tempo que perder.

note: [message]: speaker=Brena
en: Take this, then, for I see that you are on a quest. My comrades will help you whenever you call for them.
gl: Moi ben. Pero acepta polo menos isto. Se necesitas a algún dos meus camaradas máis adiante, só terás que recrutalos.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You receive 70 pieces of gold!
gl: Recibiches 70 moedas de ouro!

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Toras
en: My reinforcements are here!
gl: Chegaron os reforzos!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: He escaped us...
gl: Escapóusenos…

note: [message]: speaker=Nil-Galion
en: Foolish human, you have killed me but you will not catch the undead in time. I have fulfilled my contract, and will be reanimated soon to become a lord of their armies.
gl: Serás parvo! Matarme non te permitirá coller aos non mortos a tempo. Cumprín a miña misión, e non han tardar en reanimarme e converterme en señor dos seus exércitos.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Follow their back trail!
gl: Seguide o seu rastro!

note: [scenario]: id=03_Guarded_Castle
en: Guarded Castle
gl: O castelo

note: [part]
en: 19 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    The last of Mordak’s servants arrived this morning bearing the news of his death, as well as a bundle so well-bound it was barely recognizable as a man. Mordak was always reckless. This whole desperate scheme was his, and I suppose I could blame him for everything that we have suffered through if it still mattered. It was he who brought the wrath of the orcs down on us, too. But all the same, he managed to accomplish what he set out to do. I still cannot believe the finality of what has happened; until now we had always managed to make it through somehow.
    
    We had hoped to deliver the mage to Tairach in return for our lives. I do not know what the warlord wants with this man, but he matches the description. I suppose that Mordak’s plan would have worked perfectly if not for the appearance of the horse warriors. Now they are coming here, led by a man rumored to be this mage’s brother. If that is true, he will stop at nothing, no more than would I if they held Mordak.
gl: 19 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Rodarin “O solitario”.
    
    O último dos servos de Mordegue chegou esta mañá, coas novas de que o adepto morrera, e cun home. Mordegue sempre foi un incauto. A culpa é toda súa e do seu maldito plan, e miña por facerlle caso. Foi tamén pola súa culpa que os orcos nos atacaron. Pero ata o de agora conseguira saírse sempre coa súa, cústame crer que acabaron con el.
    
    Planeábamos entregarlle o mago a Tairan a cambio das nosas vidas. Non sei para que o quere o señor da guerra, pero polo menos sei que collemos ao home que era, coincide á perfección coa súa descrición. Supoño que o único punto débil no plan de Mordegue foron os homes a cabalo. E se os rumores son certos, lidéraos o irmán do mago, así que nada o deterá, como nada me detería a min se alguén tivese preso a Mordegue.

note: [part]
en: 19 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    I have done what I can to fortify this dilapidated castle. The orcs who came with us stand guard at the gates, and I am gathering all of my servants to me in the inner sanctum. But ill fate awaits. Whether I defeat this horse-warrior or no, the orcs will still come for me; they have been scouring the borderlands and raiding the northern farm country in search of us.
    
    Yet for some reason I fear these brothers more. If Mordak were here it would be different, but we are broken... and these two men are whole. In each other, in the ties that bind them, they have strength.
gl: 19 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Rodarin “O solitario”.
    
    Fixen canto está nas miñas mans para fortificar este castelo. Os orcos que nos acompañaron protexen as portas, e os meus servos protexeranme no santuario. Pero as cousas non pintan ben para min. Consiga ou non derrotar aos homes a cabalo, os orcos hanme perseguir. Xa estiveron explorando a fronteira na nosa busca.
    
    Pero algo me di que debo ter máis coidado cos irmáns. Se Mordegue estivese aquí a cousa sería distinta. Pero meu irmán xa non está ao meu lado, e eles téñense o un ao outro.

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Rotharik
en: Rotharik
gl: Rodarin

note: [unit]: role=Guard, id=Guard_leader, type=Assassin [unit]: role=Guard, type=Bandit [unit]: role=Guard2, id=Guard2_leader, type=Rogue [unit]: role=Guard2, type=Thug [unit]: role=Guard2, type=Bandit
en: Guard
gl: Garda

note: [unit]: id=Knago-Brek, type=Orcish Warrior
en: Knago-Brek
gl: Nágobren

note: [unit]: type=Orcish Grunt [unit]: type=Orcish Warrior
en: Castle Guard
gl: Garda do castelo

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Rescue Baran
gl: Rescata a Baran.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Kill the dark sorcerer to get the cell key
gl: Mata ao feiticeiro escuro para conseguir a chave da cela.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Arvith to the cell with his brother to free him
gl: Leva a Arvin á cela na que gardan ao seu irmán e libérao.

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

note: [objectives]
en: When facing an unknown situation, take into account details from story and dialog to inform your strategy.
gl: Ao enfrontarte a unha situación descoñecida, ten en conta detalles da historia e dos diálogos para deseñar a túa estratexia.

note: [objectives]
en: The dark sorcerer is a strong unit; attack him with multiple units at once and try to force him off his keep.
gl: O feiticeiro escuro é unha unidade forte; atácao con varias unidades ao mesmo tempo e intenta obrigalo a saír da súa fortaleza.

note: [objectives]
en: Markings or decorations on hexes may indicate something to be found. If you can, it is usually a good idea to investigate.
gl: As marcas ou decoracións nos hexágonos poden indicar que hai algo por descubrir. Investigalo adoita ser unha boa idea, se podes facelo.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Arvith and his men halt outside of the castle, gazing for a moment at the hulking mass of stone looming in the fog. There is movement in the mist.
gl: Arvin e os seus homes detivéronse ás portas do castelo, admirando por uns momentos aquela xigantesca montaña de pedra. De súpeto, algo saíu da néboa.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Halt! Friend or foe? Give the password.
gl: Alto aí! Amigo ou inimigo? Dádeme o contrasinal.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: The password is
gl: O contrasinal é

note: [option]
en: Sithrak!
gl: Sidran!

note: [option]
en: Eleben!
gl: Élenen!

note: [option]
en: Jarlom!
gl: Ialon!

note: [option]
en: Hamik!
gl: Hamin!

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Pass, friend.
gl: Pasa, amigo.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: The adept didn’t lead us astray after all. I’ll keep my word, distasteful as it may be; cut him loose, and let’s be rid of him.
gl: O adepto cumpriu a súa palabra. Deixádeo marchar.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard_leader
en: Wrong! Die!
gl: Incorrecto! Morre!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: One less braggart orc in the world.
gl: Un noxento orco menos en Irïdia.

note: [message]
en: Captain, what are <i>orcs</i> doing this far south?
gl: Capitán, como é que hai <i>orcos</i> tan ao sur?

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Good question. Perhaps my brother will have found out.
gl: Boa pregunta. Pode que meu irmán teña a resposta.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Are you our relief arriving? Does this mean we get to leave here now?
gl: Sodes os substitutos, non? Xa era hora!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Um, yes. Fine. You can go.
gl: Somos, podedes marchar xa.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Um, you’re supposed to give the password.
gl: Non esqueces algo? Tedes que darnos o contrasinal.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Oh, of course. I had nearly forgotten.
gl: Ah, si, non sei onde teño a cabeza.

note: [option]
en: Akranbral!
gl: Acranal!

note: [option]
en: Drakanal!
gl: Dracanal!

note: [option]
en: Xaskanat!
gl: Xáscanan!

note: [option]
en: Katklagad!
gl: Cáladan!

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: Thanks! Irritating little formality, isn’t it?
gl: Exacto. Xa sabes que aos de arriba non lles gusta que nos saltemos estas formalidades.

note: [message]: speaker=Guard2_leader
en: That’s the wrong password! These aren’t our relief! Get them!
gl: Ese non é o contrasinal! Non son os nosos substitutos, collédeos!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I think I should better support my men at the front to make sure we can free my brother.
gl: Creo que será mellor que axude aos meus homes na vangarda para asegurarme de que liberamos a meu irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Your hand or Tairach’s, death is still death... (argh)
gl: Estou morto de todos xeitos, se non me matases ti mataríame Tairan… Argh…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: ‘Tairach’? Who or what is Tairach?
gl: «Tairan»? Quen é ese?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: There’s a key in his robes.
gl: Leva unha chave.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That may well be the key to the cell they’re holding Baran in! I will take it.
gl: Collédea, seguro que é a da gaiola de Baran.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count a hundred pieces of gold.
gl: Mirade o que atopei aquí! Debe haber un cento de moedas de ouro.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Look what I have found in here! I can count fifty pieces of gold.
gl: Mirade o que atopei aquí! Debe haber unhas cincuenta moedas de ouro.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I found Baran. He is in this cell.
gl: Atopei a Baran. Está nesta cela.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s good to see you, Arvith.
gl: Alégrome de volver a verte, Arvin.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: And you too, brother.
gl: O mesmo digo, irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: You must be one of Arvith’s men. Please help me get out of this dungeon.
gl: Debes ser un dos homes de Arvin. Axúdame a saír deste calabozo.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: The accursed dark sorcerer Rotharik has imprisoned me behind this magically enhanced iron gate. It can only be opened with the correct key. You must get it from him to free me.
gl: O maldito feiticeiro escuro Rodarin pechoume tras esta porta de ferro máxica. Só unha chave pode abrila. Debedes quitarlla para poder liberarme.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I have already met, and killed, the sorcerer. Is this the key to which you referred?
gl: Xa me encontrei co feiticeiro, e mateino. É esta a chave da que falas?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Yes, it is. Come, unlock this cell door, and let us depart this place, brother!
gl: É, abofé que a é. Ven, abre a porta da cela e saiamos de aquí, irmán!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for saving me. I... was not certain you would come.
gl: Grazas por salvarme. Xa case perdera toda esperanza.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Have you no faith in your brother, Baran?
gl: Acaso non tes fe no teu irmán?

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It’s not that. Perhaps I deserved to rot here. I failed you. I failed you again.
gl: Non é iso. Ao mellor merecía podrecer nesta cela. Falleite. Volvinte fallar.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: That is as may be. But you are my brother still. And... I never doubted you would have come for me.
gl: Así é. Pero segues sendo meu irmán. E sei que, de ser ao revés, ti tamén virías a rescatarme.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It was no great trial, after all. A few elves, one or two dark sorcerers, a gang of orcs and some undead. Really just a day’s work for the company.
gl: Ademais, non foi para tanto, uns poucos elfos, un ou dous feiticeiros escuros, un feixe de orcos e algúns non mortos. En fin, o noso día a día.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Thank you for coming to my aid. Let us return to the village.
gl: Grazas por vires por min. Agora, volvamos á vila.

note: [unit]: id=Rotharik, type=Orcish Assassin
en: Minion of Tairach
gl: Subordinado de Tairan

note: [message]: speaker=Rotharik
en: You are too late! Your brother is already dead! Muahahaha...!
gl: Chegaches tarde! Teu irmán xa morreu! Mua ha ha ha…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Argh!!
gl: Argh!

note: [scenario]: id=04_Return_to_the_Village
en: Return to the Village
gl: De volta á vila

note: [part]
en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Almost home now. The last week has been full of mixed feelings for me — blissful and difficult by turns. It was wonderful to be out of that dungeon cell and in the sunlight again without the threat of death or worse hanging over my head... but with that behind me, I turned to the almost equally daunting task of making amends with my brother.
    
    Arvith had largely forgiven me by the time he freed me from my cell. All the same, it has taken all of the past week for us to rebuild the sense of comfort in each other we once had. It is fortunate that we have been able to take our time getting back — we gave the Grey Woods a wide berth, and on our way around it we traveled through some truly beautiful countryside. It has given us plenty of time to talk.
gl: 27 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Baran de Magre.
    
    Xa case estamos de volta. Levo unha semana difícil. Por unha banda, alégrome de estar fóra daquel calabozo, sen saber en ningún momento que ía ser de min, se me matarían ou algo peor. Pero agora teño que soportar tamén un peso: o de arranxar as cousas con meu irmán.
    
    Arvin xa me perdoara para cando me liberou. Pero durante toda esta semana custounos moito estar o un cando a outro, aínda resulta raro para nós. Alégrome de que nos tomásemos o noso tempo para volver. Tempo dabondo para poder falar tranquilamente.

note: [part]
en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Though I am more at ease now, my thoughts often turn back to Toen Caric. We should have been able to repel the orcs without great loss — the pincer attack Arvith devised would surely have carried the day but for me. It was reckless of me to leave my men behind — I wounded the warlord and forced him to flee the field, but the cost far outweighed the gain. Those under my command could have been saved if I had remained with them.
    
    I can hardly blame Arvith for having taken their deaths ill, and I can never undo the wrong that I have done, but I suppose that time heals some things. We return to the village as brothers once more.
    
    But I am still troubled. I wonder... is this sense of foreboding I feel merely a remnant of my time locked away in that dungeon, or is it a sign of something real?
gl: 27 de maio, 363 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Baran de Magre.
    
    Aínda que xa o levo mellor, de vez en cando aínda penso en Toen Carín. Estábamos en situación de repeler aos orcos sen apenas sufrir baixas, só tiñamos que seguir o plan de Arvin. Pero a min non me acababa de convencer. Fixen mal en deixar aos meus homes atrás. Conseguín ferir ao xefe e forzalo a retirarse do campo de batalla, pero a un alto prezo. Os homes que estaban ás miñas ordes estarían todos vivos se non fose por min.
    
    Non podo culpar a Arvin por anoxarse comigo, e non podo volver atrás e cambiar o que fixen, pero supoño que o tempo cura as feridas. Unha vez máis, volvemos á vila como irmáns.

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tairach
en: Tairach
gl: Tairan

note: [side]: type=Longbowman, id=Reeve Hoban
en: Reeve Hoban
gl: Conselleiro Loban

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find out what is happening in the village
gl: Descubre o que está a pasar na vila.

note: [objectives]
en: Recruit or Recall some high-move units to be able to see as far as possible through the fog for approaching units.
gl: Recruta ou reincorpora algunhas unidades de gran movilidade para poder ver o máis lonxe posíbel as unidades que se acheguen desde a néboa.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: There. The village is just across those hills, and already I see men coming to greet us!
gl: Alá. A súa vila está xusto ao outro lado deses outeiros, xa vexo xente aproximarse a saudarnos!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No, they are fleeing from something. We must find out what is happening over there!
gl: Non veñen a saudarnos, foxen de algo. Temos que descubrir que está pasando na vila!

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Men! Ready your arms!
gl: Homes, ás armas!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: We should find Reeve Hoban. Maybe he knows what is going on here.
gl: Debemos atopar ao conselleiro Loban. Pode que el saiba o que está ocorrendo.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: We’re almost there!
gl: Xa case chegamos!

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: That warlord! It’s...
gl: Ese señor da guerra é…

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Yes, I’d know that face anywhere. Especially after what you did to it.
gl: Si, recoñezo ese rostro. Especialmente despois da marca que lle deixaches.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: The warlord from Toen Caric.
gl: O señor da guerra de Toen Carín.

note: [message]: speaker=Tairach
en: You! The mage who scarred me with fire! KILL THEM!
gl: Es ti! O mago que me marcou a cara con lume! <b>Matádeos!</b>

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: Let’s finish what we started, brother.
gl: Rematemos o que comezamos, irmán.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: Aye. I’ll be the right arm, and you’ll be the left. Let’s go!
gl: Si. Ombro con ombro, vamos!

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: I am glad to see you returned.
gl: Alégrome de verte de volta.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: No gladder than I am to be here. But what has happened to Maghre?
gl: Alégrome de estar aquí. Pero que lle ocorreu a Magre?

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: Soon after you departed we were beset by orcs. With half the men of Maghre gone, we could not stop them.
gl: Pouco despois de que vos fósedes, os orcos atacáronnos. Coa metade dos homes fóra, non puidemos detelos.

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: The orcish warlord aims to enslave us. We will not be able to hold out for much longer.
gl: O señor da guerra orco quere escravizarnos. Non poderemos resistir moito máis.

note: [message]: speaker=Reeve Hoban
en: Have a care, his men are fell fighters and have killed many. Very few remain who can bear arms, but I will send them to aid you in battle.
gl: Ten coidado, os seus homes son fortes e xa mataron a moitos. Moi poucos de nós quedan que poidan soster unha arma, pero enviareivos aos que queden para que vos axuden a loitar.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Slay the Orcish Warlord to free the village
gl: Mata ao señor da guerra orco para liberar a vila.

note: [objectives]
en: You can use Reeve Hoban’s keep to recruit or recall additional units.
gl: Podes usar a fortaleza do conselleiro Loban para recrutar ou reincorporar unidades adicionais.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: It is finished. We’ve defeated him at last. It was good to have you at my side, Baran.
gl: Acabou. Derrotámolo por fin. Alégrome de que estiveses canda min nesta batalla, Baran.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: So much has been destroyed. It will be difficult to repair all that the orcs and undead have wrecked. And they could come again.
gl: Destruíuse moito. Será difícil reparar todo o que estragaron os orcos e mailos non mortos. E non podemos descartar que volvan aparecer por estar terras.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I must go back to earning my living. But we have our amulets, little brother. If you are beset again, I will come.
gl: Eu debo marchar, o meu sitio non está aquí. Pero temos os amuletos. Se volven atacar, regresarei. Xuntos defenderemos a vila.

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: I don’t think we can rescue anyone from these villages. It is too late.
gl: Non creo que poidamos rescatar a ninguén desas vilas. É demasiado tarde.

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: I was too weak to protect these people. Oh, why did this happen to me?!
gl: Non conseguín protexer á miña xente. Por que a min?

note: [scenario]: id=05_Epilogue
en: A Tale of Two Brothers — Epilogue
gl: Epílogo

note: [part]
en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    Maghre is looking much better than the last time I saw it. Baran has done wonders in two years. The village is rebuilt, and the surrounding farmlands are restored and reoccupied. Despite my brother’s worries, our people have faced no new threats in that time.
    
    It has been more difficult to stay away in those two years, but I have my calling and Baran has his, and we have had little opportunity to meet again. But as the company and I are passing through this part of the kingdom with a new patron, I have asked leave of him to visit my brother and he gave it.
gl: 22 de setembro, 365 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Arvin de Magre.
    
    Magre ten moita mellor pinta que a última vez que a vin. Baran obrou marabillas estes dous últimos anos. A vila foi reconstruída, e as granxas dos seus arredores tamén. A pesar dos temores de meu irmán, non volveu haber ningún ataque de momento.
    
    Non foi fácil estar lonxe da vila este tempo, pero meu irmán ten os seus deberes, e eu os meus, así que non tivemos moitas ocasións de vernos. Pero agora que eu e os meus homes pasamos por esta parte do reino ás ordes dun novo patrón, solicitei permiso para facer unha parada na vila.

note: [part]
en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    This patron is, of all things, an elf. I never thought I’d befriend one, but he is less arrogant than the rest. Kalenz, he calls himself. He’s seen too much; I can tell that just by meeting his eyes. I think we will have to work for our pay soon.
    
    In the meantime, though, it’s good to relax and enjoy the peace.
gl: 22 de setembro, 365 d.N.
    Extracto do diario de Arvin de Magre.
    
    E quen o ía dicir, resulta que o noso novo patrón é un elfo. Pero non é tan arrogante como o resto. Cälén, que é como se chama, leva vivido moito tempo e visto moitas cousas. Nótaselle nos ollos. Creo que non imos tardar en loitar para gañarnos a paga.
    
    Pero ata que chegue o momento, hai que relaxarse e gozar destes momentos de paz.

en: Arvith
gl: Arvin

note: [message]: speaker=Arvith
en: All is lost now that I am dead...
gl: Todo está perdido agora que estou morto…

note: [message]: speaker=Baran
en: It is over, I am vanquished.
gl: Estou acabado.

en: Hint:
gl: Consello:
