Battle for Wesnoth 1.3.12+svn - en to la translation catalogue (276 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=The_Hammer_of_Thursagan
en: The Hammer of Thursagan
la: Malleus Thursaganis

note: [campaign]: id=The_Hammer_of_Thursagan
en: THoT
la: MT

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

note: [campaign]: id=The_Hammer_of_Thursagan
en: Steelclad
la: Ferratus

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

note: [campaign]: id=The_Hammer_of_Thursagan
en: In the first years of the Northern Alliance, an expedition from Knalga seeks out their kin at Kal Kartha and to learn the fate of the legendary Hammer of Thursagan. The perils of their journey through the wild Northern Lands, though great, pale beside the evil they will face at its end.
la: Primis temporibus Societatis Septentrionalis legatio et legiones e Gnalga congentes Calcarthae et fatum Mallei Thursaganis fabulosi cognitum petit. Pericula viae per Septentrionalia fera, quamvis grandia sint, ab malo supremo abhorrent.

note: [campaign]: id=The_Hammer_of_Thursagan
en: (Intermediate level, 11 scenarios.)
la: (Ordo mediocris, XI scaenaria.)

note: [about]
en: Author
la: Auctor

note: [about]
en: Special Guest Designer
la: Hospes Auctor

note: [about]
en: Art
la: Picturae

note: [about]
en: Brainstorming, playtesting, and spousal support
la: Cogitationes, probare, et auxilium coniugale

note: [scenario]: id=01_At_the_East_Gate
en: At the East Gate
la: In Porta Orientale

note: [part]
en: But the threat from hostile orcs, wild men, and remnant undead was not yet ended. The dwarves kept strong guards on the approaches to Knalga. In the year 550 after the founding of Wesnoth, the captain of the East Gate received a warning that a small band of rogue orcs had been sighted.
la: At nondum comminatio orcium hostilium, hominum ferorum, et inmortuum relictorum finita erat, nani sic aditus ad Gnalgam bene munierant; DL annos a Vesnote condita, centurioni Portae Orientalis renuntiatum est parvam catervam errantem orcium apparuisse.

note: [side] [side]: type=Dwarvish Lord, id=Hamel [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Marth-Tak [side]: type=Great Mage, id=Master Perrin
en: Alliance
la: Societas

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Bashnark [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Malgar [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Grolak [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Uthkar [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Morgh [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Garukh [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Wagran
en: Orcs
la: Orces

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Bashnark
en: Bashnark
la: Basnarcus

note: [label]
en: East Gate
la: Porta Orientalis

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Bashnark
la: Basnarcum vincere

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Aiglondur
la: Mors Aeglonduri

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: <i>Up axes!</i> We will be the Northern Alliance’s arm today, and kill or scatter these invaders.
la: <i>Tollite secures!</i> Nos hodie lacertus Societatis Boreae erimus, his hostibus interfectis fusisve.

note: [message]: speaker=Bashnark
en: We are the true orcs, not the weaklings who ally with human-worms and stinky-midgets like you. You will be meat for our wolves.
la: Non sumus invalidi socii vermium humanorum et putidorum pumilionum sicut te, sed orces veri. Caro lupis nostris eritis.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: What is this? Their vanquished leader wears a cloak-pin of dwarvish make. And it bears a loremaster’s emblem.
la: Quid est? Dux devictus fibulam nano factam gerit, et insigne doctuni fert.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: The maker’s mark is strange to me. We had best consult the lord Hamel.
la: Insigne fabri ignotum mihi est. Dominum Hamelum consulare debemus.

note: [scenario]: id=02_Reclaiming_the_Past
en: Reclaiming the Past
la: Praeterita Recipere

note: [part]
en: Following the victory against the orcs, Aiglondur was summoned to the audience hall of Hamel, lord of Knalga and Lord Companion of the Northern Alliance. Beside the dais stood a stranger in the robes of the Order of Loremasters...
la: Aeglondurus, post victoriam de orcibus, ad auditorium Hameli, domini Gnalgae et Comitis Societatis Boreae, arcessitus est. Stabat pro suggestu alienus amictu Ordinis Doctunorum velatus...

note: [side]: type=Dwarvish Lord, id=Hamel
en: Hamel
la: Hamelus

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Aiglondur, what ye ha’ found is disturbing, for all it seems a small thing. I make known to ye Angarthing, loremaster in training, who recognized the mark on it.
la: Aeglondure, quod inveni me movet, ut parvum esse videatur. Tibi ostendo Angartorem, discipulum doctunorum, qui insigne agnovit.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: The mark on this cloak-pin is that of our kin at Kal Kartha in the eastern hills, from whom we’ve heard nothing since before Tallin broke the orcish occupation of Knalga. It troubles us that an orc should have come to possess it; no orc should know even that loremasters exist, let alone come near enough one to get this.
la: Insigne in fibula congentem Calcarthae collium orientium attinet, de quo nihil nuntiatum est ex quo tempore ante oppressionem orcesque Gnalgae a Tallino fractam. Nobis curae est si orces raptum venerunt; ac nullo orce scire doctunos esse opus est, ne vero ullo modo quidem hanc nancisci posse.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: I fear some grave ill may have become Kal Kartha.
la: Metuo ne periculum grave Calcartham accideret.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: And I fear for the Hammer of Thursagan. Our kin at Kal Kartha have been its keepers since a hero of their line recovered it from the Caverns of Flame, centuries ago.
la: Et Malleus Thursaganis mihi curae est. Congens nostra Calcarthae custodes eius erant ex quo iamdudum heros generis id e Cavernis Flammarum recepit.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: The Hammer of Thursagan?
la: At Malleus Thursaganis?

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Aye. The very tool with which our greatest runesmith made the Sceptre of Fire. But it is ancient, far older than Thursagan; he was but the last to wield it, and our oldest histories hint that this very hammer was used to forge the dwarves themselves in the heart of the earth.
la: Vero. Instrumentum ipsum quo runifices magnissimi Sceptrum Ignis fecit. Sed est valde antiquior Thursagane; modo ultimus gerulus fuit, et antiquissimi annales indicant hunc malleum ipsum esse instrumentum quo nani ipsi in corde terrae confecti sunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: But if the dwarves of Kal Kartha have held it all this time, why has none wielded it since Thursagan?
la: Si nani Calcarthae tamdiu tenuerunt, cur nemo eum post Thursaganem mortuum gessit?

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Because when Thursagan burned to death with his hand on the Hammer, all the runemasters and arcanisters then living — all those who had sworn to the craft and bound themselves to the power o’ the Hammer — dropped dead without a mark on them, all struck down at the same moment. Their craft secrets died with them. That is why there are nae runesmiths among the Dwarves today, and sorely we miss them.
la: Quod cum Thursaganis Malleo ad manum adustus sit, omnes runipotentes arcaniferique vivi — omnes qui se ad artem et ad potestatem Mallei iuraverant — sine livore ceciderunt, omnes simul deiecti. Arcana artis secum mortua sunt. Hoc est cur nulli runifices apud nos adsunt, graviter dolemus.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: That is what is said, my lord Hamel, and it is true. Except this; the Order of Loremasters has given me leave to reveal that the craft secrets were not, actually, quite as lost as we believed.
la: Hoc est quod dicitur, domine mi Hamele, et verum est, nisi hoc; Ordo Doctunorum me permittit ut aperiam arcana artis non omnino tam amissa quam crederamus fuisse.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: What is this ye say? Nae lost?
la: Quid dicis? Non amissa?

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Aye. Ye’ll recall that in repairing the western galleries we cleared a small cave-in hard by where Thursagan himself once had a workshop here, before he left to study in solitude in the further North.
la: Vero. Meministi cum nos porticos occidentes refecisse parvam cavernam casam exemisse pro loco quo ipse Thursaganis olim ante fabricam habuit, quam solus ad in Septentrionalibus studendum exiit

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: And ye found something?
la: Ac aliquid invenisti?

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: A book. Thursagan’s book, in a secret and locked compartment he must have dug from the living rock himself by unaided runecraft. The cave-in breached it. It has taken us great effort to puzzle out his code. But it might be that, with the book and the Hammer to hand, we could train and initiate runesmiths once more.
la: Quoddam librum, in loculo secreto clausoque, quem unus ex saxis vivis arte runarum pura fodisset, quem caverna casa irrupit. Perdifficile nobis erat litteras obscuratas eius exsolvere. Sed fortasse, libro et malleo praesente, rursus runifices erudire initiareque possumus.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: And for what cause ha’ I heard naught o’ this?
la: At quare ego de re nihil audiebam?

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: My lord, the find was very recent. We are still deciphering the book. And there is this: with the Hammer at Kal Kartha and the book here, the question of which holding shall have the training of the new runesmiths in its hands would be... delicate.
la: Mi domine, nuper invenimus. Etiam nunc librum exsolvimus. Ac est alia res: quia Malleus Calcarthae et liber huc est, quaestio sit... gravis, utrum hic an ille runifices novos erudiat.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: We feared stirring up a controversy before the book was even properly understood.
la: Timebamus ut ante discordiam agiteremus quam librum etiam recte intellegeremus.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: I’ll grant that was well thought, even if I am nae entirely pleased to have been kept in the dark. But ye came to me with a request, and I think I ken what it will be.
la: Concedo ut id bene fecistis, non tamen mihi placet ut certior non factus sim. Sed rem petitum venistis, et scio quam res est, puto.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: That is obvious; the Order of Loremasters wants to send an expedition to Kal Kartha to find what has become of our kindred and the Hammer.
la: Res apparet; Ordo Doctunorum legionem Calcartham mittere vult ut quod congenti et Malleo accidit inveniat.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Indeed, Lord Hamel, that is what we came to ask.
la: Vero, Domine Hamele, id est quod petimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: And you spoke my guess, Aiglondur. Are you nae kin of mine?
la: Ac dixisti quod fingebam, Aeglondure. Nonne tu gentis meae est?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Your great-nephew, my lord.
la: Filius fratris tui sum, mi domine.

note: [message]: speaker=Hamel
en: Ye’re young and not tested... but ye have the rank, and ye’ve shown the wits to use it well. I have decided. You and Angarthing will fare to Kal Kartha together, as soon as may be, with the best men of your guard.
la: Iuvenis et inexpertus es... sed ordinem habes, cui callide usus es. Constat. Ipse et Angartor una cum optimis custodibus tui Calcartham quantum pote ibitis.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Aye, my Lord Hamel.
la: Aio, mi domine Hamele.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We must make haste; winter approaches, and travel over the mountains will soon grow dangerous.
la: Festinare oportet; hiemascit, itaque montes transgredi difficile fit.

note: [scenario]: id=03_Strange_Allies
en: Strange Allies
la: Socii Mirabiles

note: [part] 'march' is *not* a typo for 'marsh' here. In archaic English, 'march' means 'border'. The same word, as '-mark', is in the name of 'the Estmarks': the hills of the eastern border.
en: Angarthing and Aiglondur and the dwarvish troop traveled swiftly to the east through the settled lands of the Northern Alliance. Soon enough they came to the wilder march country, where raids by large bands of hostile orcs and men were all too common.
la: Angartor, Aeglondurus et manus Nanorum celeriter ad orientem per terras a Societate Borea habitas, quo populi ab immensibus incursionibus orcium hominumque hostilium communiter metuere.

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Marth-Tak
en: Marth-Tak
la: Martax

note: [side]: type=Outlaw, id=Gothras
en: Bandits
la: Latrones

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Help Marth-Tak defeat Gothras
la: Martacum iuvare ut Gothratem vinciat

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Angarthing
la: Mors Angartoris

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Marth-Tak
la: Mors Martacis

note: [message]: speaker=Marth-Tak
en: In the name of the Alliance, quit these lands now!
la: Per Societatem, nunc exi hanc regionem!

note: [message]: speaker=Gothras
en: We will fare where we will and take what we will, dog of an orc. To the Dark Gods with you and your precious ‘Alliance’.
la: Quocumque volumus, ibimus, rapientes quacumque volumus, canis orcis. Ite ad Deos Obscuros cum tua ‘Societate’ tua.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Now that is a sight still strange to my eyes — an orc fighting for the Northern Alliance.
la: Hoc est aliquid mirabile visu — orcs pro Societate Borea pugnans.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: I’m surprised myself that so many of the orcish tribes came over to the Alliance. Not so strange to see humans raiding us, worse luck.
la: Miror ipse quod tot de gentibus orcium cum Societate coniunxerunt. Non tamen miror quod homines nos peius irruent.

note: [message]: speaker=Marth-Tak
en: You, on the road! Are you of the Northern Alliance or not?
la: Io, viatores! Estisne Societatis Boreae an non?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We are.
la: Sumus

note: [message]: speaker=Marth-Tak
en: Well, then, honor the treaty as I have.
la: Foederi igitur parete sicut ego.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: That is our duty.
la: Officium nostrum est.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: For the Alliance! Axes up!
la: Pro Sociatete! Secures tollite!

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: We have failed our duty to the Alliance.
la: Officio Societatis defuimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Marth-Tak
en: My thanks, dwarves. These bandits might have hacked a bloody swathe through the Alliance’s tribes if we had not killed them here.
la: Nani, gratias vobis ago. Fortasse hi proscripti gentes Societatis cruentassent nisi eos hic interfecimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: My thanks to you, for proving there are orcs I can fight alongside rather than against. But we cannot linger here to celebrate; we are journeying east.
la: Gratiam habeo, quod probavisti orces esse pro quibus pugnare possum potius quam adversum. Sed non hic morari ad gaudendum debemus; ad orientem ibimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Marth-Tak
en: East, eh? You won’t find many friends in that direction. Travel safely.
la: Adne orientem? Minimos socios in illa regione invenies. Cave tibi.

note: [scenario]: id=04_Troll_Bridge
en: Troll Bridge
la: Telonium Troglodyte

note: [part]
en: Aiglondur and his troop, some still shaking their heads dubiously at the very notion of fighting alongside orcs rather than against them, continued east to the easternmost edge of the Northern Alliance’s lands.
la: Aeglondurus suique, pars etiam dubitans de animo ipso pro orcibus pugnandi potius quam adversum, ad finem orientalem agrorum Societatis Boreae ire perrexerunt.

note: [side]: type=Troll, id=Gronk
en: Trolls
la: Troglodytae

note: [side]: type=Troll, id=Gronk
en: Gronk
la: Groncus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Gronk
la: Groncum vincere

note: [message]: speaker=Gronk
en: Dis a troll bridge. You pay toll. Er...
la: Hoc est telonium. Trogodytae aes pendis. Er...

note: [message]: speaker=Gronk
en: Dat not right. Dis a toll bridge. You pay troll. Er...
la: Erro. Hic est trogodyta. Telonio aes pendis. Er...

note: [message]: speaker=Gronk
en: Dat not right either. Big words confuse Gronk. You pay now or we smash you.
la: Iterum erro. Magna verba Groncum impediunt. Iam aes pende ne pereas.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: The stonework of yon bridge is not good enough to be dwarf-made, but it is nowhere near crude enough to be troll-work.
la: Fabrica illius pontis peior nanorum est, sed haud peior fabrica cruda troglodytarum.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Then it will be of the Alliance’s making, right enough, like this road that leads to it. It won’t do to have wild trolls squatting on it. Axes up!
la: Sic ab Societate structus est, tamquam haec via quae ad hoc locum ducit. Non bene habet se, si troglodytae eum occupent. Tollite secures!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Hey! That troll was sitting on some treasure!
la: Io! Ille troglodyta in thesaurum sedebat!

note: [scenario]: id=05_Invaders
en: Invaders
la: Irruentes

note: [part]
en: The Alliance’s road ended at the troll bridge. East of it lay only the wildlands.
la: Via Societatis in ponte Troglodytarum desiit, ultra quem modo avia iacebant

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

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Grolak
en: Tan-Grolak
la: Tan Grolacus

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Uthkar
en: Tan-Uthkar
la: Tan Uthcarus

note: [label]
en: Ruined Castle
la: Castellum Rutum

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Stay alert, everyone, and keep together. This is bandit country — more than likely where Gothras and his gang came from.
la: Praecavete, nani, prope ab me manete. Haecc est terra proscriptorum — de quo certe Gothras grexque eius venerunt

note: [message]: role=scout 'muckle' = Scottish/archaic English meaning 'great' or 'large'
en: Nae sign o’ bandits I can see, captain — but there are three muckle hosts of orcs off to our east.
la: Sunt nulla vestigia proscriptorum visibilia — sed est in oriente bonus grexorcium.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: What’s this? Large orcish war-bands so close to the Alliance’s border? That can only mean trouble.
la: Quid est? Magnaene catervae tam propiores fines Societatis? Tantum pericula indicat potest.

note: [message]: speaker=Tan-Malgar
en: Well, boys, we were planning to invade the Northern Alliance anyway... These dwarves should make a tasty appetizer.
la: Iam, orces, saltem Societatem Boream invadere se intendebamus... Isti pumiliones pulmenta dulcia futuri sunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Tan-Grolak
en: Yeah, boss. Anything to get away from those masked ones...
la: Recte, domine. Si personatos evitare possimis...

note: [message]: speaker=Tan-Malgar
en: Be silent. We are orc warriors; we do not flee foes.
la: Sile. Sumus bellatores orces; inimicos non evitamus.

note: [message]: speaker=Tan-Uthkar
en: But, given a choice, we fight the weaker foe first.
la: Sed, bene eligamus, si primo cum inimicis debilioribus pugnemus.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The villagers are attacking us!
la: Vicani ultro nos petunt!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Aye, it’s still bandit country, right enough.
la: Aio, adhuc usque per loca prosciptorum imus.

note: [scenario]: id=06_High_Pass
en: High Pass
la: Angustum Altum

note: [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Kaara [side]
en: Monsters
la: Monstra

note: [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Kaara
en: Kaara
la: Karra

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Aiglondur to the signpost at the east end of the pass
la: Aeglondurum ad signum in fine orientale angusti movere

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Behold, the High Pass. By the old maps, we are halfway to Kal Kartha here.
la: Ecce, Angustum Altum. Apud chartis veteribus, dimidium itineris ad Calcartham fecimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We must push through quickly; there is a vicious storm coming in behind us. Being caught in a blizzard on those heights would be no laughing matter.
la: Ocius transire necesse; est procella mordax ante nos. Nive in illis altis rapi haud ferendum erit.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: Hail, I am Ratheln. If you’re traveling down the pass, please take me with you. I am near freezing and starving to death up here.
la: Ave, Rathelnus sum. Si per angustum itis, amabo secum me ducite. Haud multum afui quin hic moriar a fame ac gelu.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Pardon my curiosity, but what is a fire-mage doing freezing to death?
la: Veniam mihi curioso des, sed quid magus agit ignis in monte niveo?

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: In case you haven’t noticed, there is a serious shortage of both firewood and food in this gods-forsaken slot. And the damned gryphons descend on me whenever I stir out of this shack. I’ve had nothing to eat but flash-roasted gryphon for the last three weeks.
la: Si non cerneres, est inopia gravis in isto loco misero et ligni et cibi. Et exsecrabiles grypes, ubi ex ista casa decedo, in me irruunt. Nihil nisi carnem subassatam grypum tamdiu edi!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Where were you bound when you got stuck here?
la: Quo ibas cum hic detentus es?

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: There is a school of mages near the east end of the pass. They’ve an opening for an instructor, and they’re expecting me.
la: Est schola magorum ultra angustum orientalem. Magistrum quaerentes me exspectant.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Let’s take him with us, Aiglondur. We know little about the country beyond to the east; we’ve had few reports on it since before the orcs took Knalga. Those mages should know at least rumors.
la: Nobiscum eum deducamus, Aeglondure. Praeter orientem paulum terrae scimus; ex quo Gnalga ab orcibus capta est pauci nobis fando de urbe attulerunt. Hi magi saltem famas habere debent.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Aye. And I’d not leave anyone who had done my kin no harm stranded to starve.
la: Aio. Neque ullum linquam fame morti proiectum qui numquam genti meae laeserat.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: This is no fit death for a mage of fire!
la: Haec est vix mors digna magi ignis!

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: The snow has redoubled its fury, as if his presence had been holding it back. I do not see a way forward for us.
la: Furor nivis duplicata est, tamquam adspectus retinuisset. Pergere scire non possum.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: It has begun to snow. Move, everyone! To be trapped here would be death.
la: Ningit. Ite omnes! Hic circumventi esse exitium sit.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We’re snowed in. Our mission has failed, even if we live until the spring.
la: Nive circumiti sumus. Etiam si usque ad verem vivamus, proposito defuimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We’re through the pass!
la: Angustum transiimus!

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: That may not be a blessing. Something frightened those orcs we fought among the bandit villages, enough to make them push west into Alliance territory. Don’t you wonder what it was?
la: Forte fortuna secunda non sit. Nescioquid illos orces quibus in viculos proscriptorum pugnavimus, terruit satis, ut ad agrum Societatis se moverunt. Nonne mirificum est?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Aye. But I’ve a grim feeling we might be going to discover that in person.
la: Aio. Sed sensum severum habeo ne rationem singillatim inveniamus.

note: [scenario]: id=07_Mages_and_Drakes
en: Mages and Drakes
la: Magi et Draculi

note: [side]: type=Great Mage, id=Master Perrin
en: Master Perrin
la: Dominus Perrinus

note: [unit]: type=White Mage, id=Preceptor
en: Preceptor
la: Praeceptor

note: [unit]: type=Red Mage, id=Warder
en: Warder
la: Varder

note: [side]: type=Drake Flameheart, id=Glashal
en: Drakes
la: Draculi

note: [side]: type=Drake Flameheart, id=Glashal
en: Glashal
la: Glascalus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Glashal
la: Glascalum vincere

note: [message]: speaker=Preceptor
en: Master Perrin! A mage comes down from the High Pass, with a company of dwarves. They are well-armed, but not in battle array.
la: Domine Perrine! Magus cum legione nanorum huc ab Angustum Altum devenit, bene sunt armati, at non in acie.

note: [message]: speaker=Master Perrin
en: That will be Ratheln, I expect. Hail! You on the road! Who comes bearing arms into our valley?
la: Rathelnus est, opinor. Ave! Qui in via est! Qui armigeri in vallem nostrum veniunt?

note: [message]: speaker=Glashal
en: ‘Our’ valley, says Master Perrin. The arrogance of these mages is intolerable!
la: Dicit vallem ‘sibi’ esse. Quam intolerabilis est superbia istorum magorum!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: A delegation of the Northern Alliance, traveling east. I believe we’ve found a friend of yours in the High Pass.
la: Legatio Societatis ad orientem eunt. Credo nos aequalem tui in Angusto Alto invenisse.

note: [message]: speaker=Master Perrin
en: Well met, then. But if you intend to travel east of here, beware of the nest of drakes in the cliffs near the valley’s end. They were here before us, and have become more hostile to travelers of late.
la: Bene facis, sed si ad orientem ire animo intenditis, cavete nidum draculorum in rupibus finem vallis tangentibus. Nos praevenerunt, nuper magis viatoribus infesti facti sunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Glashal
en: The axe-bearers must not be let near our nestlings. Attack!
la: Bipenniferi pullos aggredi prohibendi sunt. Pugnate!

note: [unit]: type=Mage, id=Lorinne
en: Lorinne
la: Lorinna

note: [unit]: type=Mage, id=Darchas
en: Darchas
la: Darcas

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: What sort of thing?
la: Quale id est?

note: [message]: speaker=Master Perrin
en: There is some great magic brewing. Something... evil. I feel its traces in the currents of the earth and air.
la: Aliquis magiam ebullit. Aliquid malum. Sentio vestigia in canalibus terrestribus aetheriisque.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: I would travel east with you if I could, but I have duties I must take up here.
la: Si possim ego ad orientem secum eam, sed hic munera efficere opus est.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: You have your duty, as we have ours. Fare well.
la: Tibi sunt munera quantum nobis. Vale.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: Perrin, I owe these dwarves a debt; I think it is my duty to aid them in their journey. I’ll return with your apprentices as soon as I may.
la: Perrine, nanis debitum debeo; offio mihi, puto, eos in itinere adiuvare esse. Cum dispiculis tuis quam celerrime redibo.

note: [message]: speaker=Master Perrin
en: As you will. Go safely and return swiftly.
la: Fiat. Ite tute et celeriter redi.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: I would travel east with you if I could, but the school will need me all the more with Master Perrin gone.
la: Si possim ego ad orientem secum eam, sed iam Domino Perrino amisso schola magis mei egebit.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: I think we will regret Perrin’s passing. There is much he might have told us.
la: Perrinum nos perdere paenitet. Tam multos nos doceret.

note: [scenario]: id=08_Fear
en: Fear
la: Metus

note: [unit]: type=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad, id=Gog [unit]: type=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad, id=Magog [unit]: type=Dwarvish Ulfserker, id=Hekyll [unit]: type=Dwarvish Ulfserker, id=Jekyll [unit]: type=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad [side]: type=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad, id=Masked Dwarf Leader [unit]: type={TY
en: Masked Dwarf
la: Nanus Personatus

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find the inhabitants
la: Incolas invenire

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: We should be on the outskirts of the settled country around Kal Kartha, but something doesn’t feel right here.
la: Ambitum terrae habitae circa Calcartham inesse debemus, sed nescioquid hic malum videtur.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: It’s too quiet... and I think I smell traces of smoke on the wind.
la: Tam tacitum est... et puto me vestigia fumi in vento odorari.

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: I do not sense hostile magic in the vicinity. But there has been fire near here recently, and not a clean one.
la: His partibus magiam hostilem non sentio. Sed fuit ignis nuper prope has, neque pura fuit.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Look sharp for the inhabitants here. They might have something to tell us.
la: Odoramini incolas. Fortasse de re aliquid dicant.

note: [unit]: type=Peasant, id=Ollin
en: Ollin
la: Ollinus

note: [message]: speaker=Ollin
en: Don’t kill me, masters! Please don’t kill me!
la: Nolite me occidere, domini! Amabo nolite occidere!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: You’re in no danger from us. What lies to the east of here?
la: Vita tua non est anceps. Quid in oriente iacit?

note: [message]: speaker=Ollin
en: You wear no mask. You... you’re not with them?
la: Nullam personam geritis... Num factionis istae estis?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: What are you talking about?
la: Quid dicas?

note: [message]: speaker=Ollin
en: The masked dwarves. Killing, burning, kidnapping. Look...
la: Nanos personatos. Interficientes, ardentes, abducentes. Ecce...

note: [message]: speaker=Masked Dwarf Leader
en: Fellow dwarves, hail! We’re looking for a human refugee, one named Ollin. Have you seen him? Our master demands his life.
la: Connani, avete! Quemdam profugum humanum petemus, nomine Ollinus. vosne conspexisti? Dominus noster vitam poscat.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: He is here. How has he wronged your master, that you seek his death?
la: Nobiscum it. Quomodo dominum tuum offendebat, ut vitam poscetis?

note: [message]: speaker=Masked Dwarf Leader
en: Does it matter? He is only a dirtgrubbing human, not fit to polish the boots of the true people.
la: Quid refert? Modo homo est lutulentus, indignus caligas poliendo virorum verorum.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: What is your name, masked one? Will you stand behind your deed? I am a witness.
la: Quid nominaris, personate? Factum tueberis? Testis sum.

note: [message]: speaker=Masked Dwarf Leader
en: A witness? My name is... my name is not important. My deed will speak its own truth.
la: Testisne? Nominor... nomen flocci non facio. Factum meum solum verruncabit.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: You speak without honor. Mine is the power of our ancient Law; speak your name and give up your murder, or the Law will cast you forth. I am a witness!
la: Sine honore dicis. Mihi est veteris imperium Legis nostrae; dice nomen atque linque cladem, ne lumen linquas, Lex enim te detestabitur. Testis sum!

note: [message]: speaker=Masked Dwarf Leader
en: If you were a witness of the true people, you would not let a dirtgrubber hide behind your robes. I deny you!
la: Si testis verorum esset, iste veteres lutulentum se ante trabeam tuam velare. Te veto!

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: The Law speaks: you are cast out. You are un-dwarf. I AM A WITNESS!
la: Lex dicit: es detestatus. Non nanus, es inanis. TESTIS SUM!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Up axes!
la: Tollite secures!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat the Masked Dwarf
la: Nanum Personatum vincere

note: [message]: speaker=Ollin
en: Take that for my family’s memory, you murderer!
la: Hoc cape pro memoria familiae, spurce!

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: You have acted in honor. I am a witness.
la: Cum honore egis. Testis sum.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: I have never seen the formal banishment before. One reads of it in the old tales, of course, but to hear it with one’s own ears? It was... unsettling.
la: Numquam exsilium sollemne tuitus sum. Sane de quo in fabula antiqua legebam, sed auribus propriis capere? Erat... terribile.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: It is not something we do often. The last such was in my grandsire’s time. But look at what these filth were carrying if you have any doubt it was merited.
la: Perraro facimus, sed avi mei memoria factum est. At ecce eis latum caenum, si in dubio es quin meritum esset.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Whips. Shackles. No, Angarthing, I would not doubt you, even if it were my place to doubt a loremaster.
la: Flagella. Vincla. Non, Angartor, in dubio est, etiamsi mihi locus detur ut de voce Doctuni dubitem.

note: [scenario]: id=09_Forbidden_Forest
en: Forbidden Forest
la: Silva Vetita

note: [side]: type=Elvish High Lord, id=Telcherion [side]: type=Elvish Enchantress, id=Iluvarda [side]: type=Ancient Wose, id=Burumardir-Athelorand
en: Forest
la: Silva

note: [side]: type=Ancient Wose, id=Burumardir-Athelorand
en: Burumardir-Athelorand
la: Burumardir Athelorand

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move both Aiglondur and Angarthing to the eastern signpost
la: Et Aeglondurum et Angartorem ad signum orientalem movere

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Scout, id=Elurin
en: Elurin
la: Elurinus

note: [message]: speaker=Elurin
en: Who disturbs our forest?
la: Quis silvam nostram vexat?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: A delegation of the Northern Alliance, seeking the road through to Kal Kartha.
la: Legatio Societatis Boreae faciat ut Calcartham iter inveniat.

note: [message]: speaker=Elurin
en: We allow few outsiders in our forest paths, and no dwarves since the masked ones began to trouble our eastern margins. No axe-bearers shall come near our trees. Return whence you came!
la: Paucos advenas vias silvestres nostras inire sinimus, neque quid de nanis ex quo personati margines eoas turbare aggressi sunt, neque qui de bipenniferis arbores nostros aggredientur. Redite unde venistis!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: No. We have our duty. We must pass.
la: Non redibimus. Transire necesse est.

note: [message]: speaker=Elurin
en: You shall not pass here.
la: Hic non transibitis.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Winter comes on our heels, and your forest straddles the only gap in these mountains. You leave us no choice but to fight you.
la: Hiems calcem persequitur, atque silva tua unicum saltum horum montum attingit. Pugnandum est.

note: [message]: speaker=Elurin
en: So be it, then. Yours will not be the first bones to nourish the earth of our forest.
la: Esto. Ossa tua terram silvae nostrae non primum alent.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Rally on me, everyone. We have better things to do than brawl with elves.
la: Omnes huc convenite. Gravior res est quam cum dryadalibus rixari.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Kal Kartha should be only another day’s march east of here.
la: Forte Calcartha die eundi in orientem distat.

note: [scenario]: id=10_The_Siege_of_Kal_Kartha
en: The Siege of Kal Kartha
la: Obsidio Calcarthae

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Morgh
en: Tan-Morgh
la: Tan Morgus

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Garukh
en: Tan-Garukh
la: Tan Garucchus

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Tan-Wagran
en: Tan-Wagran
la: Tan Vagranus

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Dulcatulos
la: Mors Dulcatuli

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Behold! The West Gate of Kal Kartha!
la: Ecce! Portam Occidentis Calcarthae!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: And under siege, I see. There is a mighty host of orcs between us and that gate.
la: Atque obsessam, puto. Est magnus grex orcum inter nos portamque.

note: [message]: speaker=Tan-Morgh
en: Ahhh... more stinky-midgets, come to get killed just like these cowards in their den.
la: Ahhh... plures pumilionum foedorum obitum venerunt sicut hi territi in latibulo.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Let us bring our kin that orc’s head as a guesting-gift.
la: Feramus gentibus nostris caput illius orcis donum.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Kal Kartha shall not fall!
la: Calcartha non deerit!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Kal Kartha is taken. Our mission has failed.
la: Calcartha capta est. Munere nos defuimus.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Well fought, and our thanks; we were sore pressed. You are our honored guests, and I will show you to the best quarters we have myself. Our lord, the runemaster Karrag, will want to have speech with you on the morrow.
la: Bene facitis, et gratias vobis ago; male oppressi sumus. Vos eritis hospites honorati, et ipse vobis optima spatia ostendam. Dominus noster, Carragus runipotens, vos alloqui cras velit.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Aye? Well, you’d know such things better than I, loremaster. Our Karrag toiled for long years to recover the craft lore. He was elevated when our old lord fell in battle against the besieging orcs. Karrag himself was wounded near to death; none thought he would recover. But he leads us today, and his runelore has oft been the only shield between us and the orcs.
la: Sicine? Tanta melius quam me intellegis, doctune, sed Carragus noster diu laborabat ut doctum reciperet. Cum dominus priscus pugnans orcibus obsidentibus cecidit nobilitatus sit. Carragus ipse fere ad mortem vulneratus est; nemo putabat eum convalescere. Sed iam nos ducit, et saepe doctrina eius runarum sola nobis in orces clupeo est.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: He has grasped the Hammer of Thursagan, then?
la: Malleum igitur Thursaganis carpsit?

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Aye. Toils over it in a workshop in the underlevels with his personal followers. He has promised all of us that the Hammer’s power will smash and scatter all our enemies.
la: Aio. Eo in fabrica locorum inferiorum cum suis laborat. Promisit nos omnes potestatem Mallei omnes hostes fracturum et fusurum esse.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: That is strange. The Hammer is a tool of crafting and making, not a weapon. What can he mean to do with it?
la: Mirum est. Malleus est non instrumentum belli, sed artificii. Quomodo ei uti vis?

note: [scenario]: id=11_The_Court_of_Karrag
en: The Court of Karrag
la: Aula Carragi

note: [side]
en: Kal Karthans
la: Calcarthans

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Karrag
la: Carragum vincere

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Psst, Angarthing... Karrag and those dwarves on the dais, they’re all <i>masked</i>.
la: Attat, Angartor... Carragus hique nani in suggestu, <i>personati</i> sunt omnes.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: I see it. There is something very wrong here.
la: Cerno. Aliquid hic valde malum est.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: Hail, fellow dwarves. All Kal Kartha thanks you for your timely rescue.
la: Avete, connani. Tota Calcartha pro opportune subveniendo gratias agit.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: We are from Knalga; your clans are kin to ours of old. We but did our duty to kin.
la: Gnalgae sumus; gentes tuae consanguinei sunt. Tantum per munus agebamus.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: All dwarves are kin, and must prevail against orcs and humans and other dirtgrubbers. You can be part of the fist that smites them.
la: Omnes nanorum congentiles sunt, atque necesse est orces hominesque et alios de lutulentis superare. Sis pars pugnae quae eos paviat.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: We did not come to smite anyone, but to re-open contact and trade.
la: Non venimus aliquem pavitum, sed commercium renovatum.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: Trade? Your destruction of the besieging orcs was a far nobler act than trade. There can be more such victories. And there will be by the power of our ancient heirloom, the Hammer of Thursagan.
la: Commercium? Delere orces osidentes factum nobilior erat quam commercium. Sint plures tantatum victoriarum. Et potestate fabricae antiquae, Mallei Thursaganis, erit.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: It is remembered in Knalga that Kal Kartha holds the Hammer.
la: Gnalgae Calcartha Malleum tenere memoratur.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: Yes! And the Hammer holds the soul of the dwarves, the true people. Together, we can march to greater victories! Will you of Knalga join me?
la: Equidem! Et Malleus animum nanorum tenet, populi veri. Una magnas victorias habere possumus! Nonne vos Gnalgae mecum stabunt?

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: On one condition. You must take off that mask and show your true face. I am a witness.
la: Sub una condicione: tua facies vera ostendenda est — personam tuam tolles. Testis sum.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: You... do not wish to see what is beneath this mask. I was terribly wounded in an orcish attack. Disfigured.
la: Non... quod sub personam videre vis. Graviter in proelio orcium vulneratus sum, deformatus.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: But the Law must see. A dwarf must put his name and his face behind his deeds. I am a witness.
la: Sed Legi videre necesse est. Nani est se ex nomine et facie aestumare. Testis sum.

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: Impertinent fool! It is not for you to dictate to a lord in his own holding, much less one who holds the very soul of the dwarves in his hand.
la: Audacem! Te dominum in statione sua praecipere dedecet, praesertim quem animum ipsum nanorum in manu tenet.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: The Law speaks. Against him with the eyes to see, no deception can hold. I AM A WITNESS!
la: Lex dicit. Contra quem luminibus quibus lustret, fraus non stare potest. TESTIS SUM!

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: No... no... it is horrible! My lord, how did you come to this?
la: Heu... heu... horrendum est! Mi domine, quid accidit?

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: I lingered for weeks in agony. Only my hatred and the runelore of old sustained me, until I became as I am. I will have revenge; I will destroy the orcs, and the humans, and the elves, and all but the true people!
la: Cruciatus diu morabar. Modo odio et doctrina runarum vetere sustentus sum, donec sic factus. Scelus ulciscar; orces delebo, homines, dryadales et omnes nisi vires veros!

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: And you have sealed your doom. Hundreds of dirtgrubbers have already died to weave a web of blood around the Hammer and the soul of the dwarves. You and your new friends will be the last sacrifices I require to bind the entire dwarvish race to my purpose. TAKE THEM!
la: Et tu iam fata tua implevisti. Milia lutulentorum iam obierunt ut araneum cruentum circum Malleum et animum nanorum texant. Tu amicique novi estis hostiae quibus egeo ut totum genus nanorum ad rem struam. RAPITE!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Neither side can recruit or recall. You must win with the troops you have.
la: Neutra pars adlegere evocareve potest. Copiis praesentibus vincere necesse est.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Wait... the lich’s apparent death was another illusion. In truth he ran through that doorway behind the throne.
la: Io... mors mortifugae fraus erat. Vero ianuam post solium percucurrit.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Then Karrag has fled to the underlevels. None but his masked ones go there any more.
la: Forsitan Carragus ad loca inferiora fuerit. Iam non nulli nisi personati illic eunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: We must follow. Quickly! It may be his talk of perverting the Hammer was merely mad raving, but we cannot allow the risk that his foul spell might succeed.
la: Sequi opus est. Porro! Fortasse verba Mallei corrumpendi modo dementia vana erant, sed non periculum faciamus ne cantus nefandus successum habeat.

note: [scenario]: id=12_The_Underlevels
en: The Underlevels
la: Loca Inferioria

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Where <i>is</i> Karrag? We can’t have been more than seconds behind him.
la: Ubinam gentium est Carragus? Nonne nos uno passu distabamus?

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Those are war-drums!
la: Belli tympana sunt!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Aye. Karrag, calling his troops to battle. Only the Dark Gods know what hellspawn the lich will summon. AXES UP!
la: Aio. Carragus ita copias ad proelium vocat. Modo di tenebricosi sciunt quos Tartari mortifuga arcesset. SECURES TOLLITE!

note: [message]: speaker=Karrag
en: No! No! No! Dirtgrubbers must die! The true people must rule all!
la: Haud! Haud! Haud! Lutulenti moriendi sunt! A veris omnes regendi sunt!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: The ‘true people’ speak through our axes. Die, foul lich.
la: ‘Veri’ securibus nostris dicunt. Moriaris, mortifuga taeter.

note: [scenario]: id=13_Epilogue
en: Epilogue
la: Epilogus

note: [side]
en: Aigthaing
la: Aegthaengus

note: [side]
en: Glamdrsol
la: Glamdursol

note: [side]
en: Pelaithil
la: Pelaethil

note: [side]
en: Alaithus
la: Alaethus

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: Dwarves of Kal Kartha, I speak the Law. Your house is cast down; you have harbored a great evil. Who now will take the burden of cleansing this holding of its taint?
la: Dico, Nani Calcarthae, Legem. Domus tua disiecta est; vos magnum malum tenuistis. Quis iam onus stationem a contagione purgandi accipiet?

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The dwarves of Kal Kartha muttered among themselves and looked at one another uneasily. None stepped forward.
la: Calcarthani quosque conspicientes inter se mussabat. Nemo gradum fecit.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: Loremaster... None of us is fit to take up the lordship. Karrag fooled us all, made us the tools of his foul scheme.
la: Doctune... Nemo dignus est qui magistratum ingrediatur. Carragus nos omnes fefellit, nos instrumenta consilii foedi fecit.

note: [message]: speaker=Pelias
en: I was told I’d find Aiglondur of Knalga here. I bear a message from Tallin, the Lord Protector of the Alliance.
la: Dicitur me hic Aeglondurum Gnalgae inventurus esse. Nuntium a Talino, Praeside Principe Societatis fero.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: I am he. Speak your message.
la: Ita sum. Dic nuntium.

note: [message]: speaker=Pelias
en: I have been on your track for weeks. Word of your rout of Tan-Malgar and his allies spread, and reached Tallin. You did the Alliance better service than you knew that day; Tan-Malgar had exchanged messages with certain orcish chieftains within the Alliance, and your victory prevented a dangerous revolt.
la: Te multos dies secutus sum. Ad Tallinum fuga Tanis Malgaris relata est. Tu ibi Societati magis quam fingi potest profuisti; Tan Malgar nuntios ad quosdam principes orcium apud Societatem misit, atque tu victor seditionem periculosam prohibuisti.

note: [message]: speaker=Pelias
en: Aiglondur, the Protector dubs you a Lord Companion of the Alliance. He bids you return to Knalga as soon as convenient, for your investiture.
la: Aeglondure, Praeses te Comitem Priorem Societatis facit. Tibi iubet ut Gnalgam, ut commodum est, pro cooptatione redeas.

note: [message]: speaker=Dulcatulos
en: (<i>Wonderingly</i>) A Lord Companion? And kin of ours...
la: (<i>Stupefactus</i>) Comitemne Priorem? Ac gentis nostri...

note: [message]: speaker=Narithil
en: It would be no shame for a Lord Companion to rule this holding, as Hamel does at Knalga.
la: Non vero Comitem Priorem hanc stationem, ut Hamelus Gnalgae, regere dedecet.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The Kal Karthans looked at each other, and Aiglondur, with dawning hope.
la: Calcarthani spe crescente quosque spectaverunt et Aeglondurum.

note: [message]: speaker=Angarthing
en: It would be fitting. The Loremasters will approve.
la: Deceat. Doctuni eum comprobabunt.

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Pelias, my thanks to the Lord Protector; I will attend him in the spring. But it seems that I have some work to do here first.
la: Pelias, gratias Praesidi Principi ago; ad eum in vere ibo. Sed primo hic factis mihi opus est.

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Annalist, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Annalist
la: Auctor Nanorum

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Annalist, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Annalists are the historians of this ancient and proud race. They are few in number, and their very existence is not generally known to the other peoples of the Great Continent. To the abilities of the Witness they add, through the study of herb and mineral lore, the ability to cure poison.
la: Auctores Nanorum annales huius gentis veteris et fortis scribunt. Sunt pauci et vitae ipsae vulgo ceteris Continentis Magni ignotae sunt. Cum facultatibus Testium facultatem, per studium herbarum et metallorum, veneni amovendi coniungunt.

note: [attack]: type=impact
en: bolas
la: Globi

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Loremaster, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Loremaster
la: Doctunus Nanorum

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Loremaster, race=dwarf
en: Loremasters are the sages of the dwarvish race. Their counsel is greatly valued by war-leaders and chieftains, and they are viewed with awe by ordinary dwarves, for they alone have plumbed the deepest and most closely-held secrets of dwarven knowledge. It is said that where a loremaster stands, there is the soul of the dwarves. To the abilities of the Annalist they add a limited ability to heal.
la: Consilium Doctunorum, a populo honoratis, sapientum gentis nanorum, pretiosum ducibus principiusque belli est, nam soli secreta profundissima occultissimaque scientiae nanorum appetunt. Dicuntur ubi doctunum, ibi nanorum animus. Cum facultatibus Auctorum facultatem sanandi mediocris coniungunt.

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Dragonguard, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Dragonguard
la: Nanus Draconigena Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Fighter, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Fighter
la: Pugnator Nanorum Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Guardsman, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Guardsman
la: Custos Nanorum Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Lord, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Lord
la: Dominus Nanorum Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Sentinel, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Sentinel
la: Excubitor Nanorum Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Stalwart, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Stalwart
la: Nanus Robustus Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Steelclad
la: Nanus Ferratus Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Steelclad, race=dwarf
en: More experienced Dwarvish fighters wear heavy chain mail and plate armor, for which they are rightly famous. In the dark dreams of dwarvenkind, some conceal their faces behind riveted masks.
la: Pugnatores Nanorum peritiores gravem loricam et hamatam et segmentatam gerunt, pro quo iuste noti sunt. Quidam in somniis atris nanorum vultum personis conflatis celant.

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Thunderer, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Thunderer
la: Nanus Tonans Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Masked Thunderguard, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Masked Thunderguard
la: Nanus Altitonans Personatus

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Witness, race=dwarf
en: Dwarvish Witness
la: Testis Nanorum

note: [unit_type]: id=Dwarvish Witness, race=dwarf
en: A Witness functions as the eyes of the dwarves’ history, a deep lore that they never share with outsiders. The presence of a Witness inspires dwarvish warriors with the knowledge that their deeds (and their deaths) will not go unrecorded. They learn a fighting style deliberately unlike that of their fellows, one designed to turn the vaunted strength of the dwarves against itself. The person of a Witness is considered sacred, and Witnesses are often used as envoys between dwarvish clans.
la: Testes historiae nanorum, doctum profundum, quod numquam cum aliquibus communicant, oculo sunt. Cuius adspectus animo bellatores animat ut sciant facta (et fata) notura esse. Modum pugnandi dissimilem ceteris discunt, quod factum est ut vim nanorum miram in se convertat. Corpus Testis sacer habitur, ita saepe gentibus nanorum legatis sunt.

en:  The presence of this unit inspires own units next to it to deal more damage in combat, though this only applies to units of lower or equal level.
la:  Aspectus huius actoris proximos actores movet ut plus damni in proelio dent, quamquam res modo quibus ordinis inferioris aequalisve applicet.

note: [leadership]: id=inspire
en: inspire
la: incitat

en: Aiglondur
la: Aeglondurus

en: Angarthing
la: Angartor

en: Ratheln
la: Rathelnus

en: Dulcatulos
la: Dulcatulus

en: Karrag
la: Carragus

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: I fall!
la: Cado!

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Oh no! Without a loremaster we cannot complete our mission!
la: Eheu! Doctuno mortuo propositum conficere non possumus!

note: [message]: speaker=Ratheln
en: Aaarrgh! My students... What will become of them?
la: Ah! Discipuli mei... Quid eis accidet?

note: [message]: speaker=Aiglondur
en: Without Dulcatulos to explain our actions to the Kal Karthans we’ll have to fight them, too. Our mission has failed.
la: Dulcatulo qui facta Calcarthanis explicet mortuo, in se quoque pugnare cogimur. Defuimus.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Without magic users from Master Perrin’s academy in your party, you can no longer recruit new ones.
la: Sine magis ex academia Domini Perrini, non iam tirones adlegere potes.

note: [object]: id=sorf	# Prevent it from being picked up more than once.
en: Staff of Righteous Flame
la: Virga Flammae Iustae

note: [object]: id=sorf	# Prevent it from being picked up more than once.
en: This staff gives a dying mage a final strike that will destroy all nearby enemies.
la: Haec virga mago moribundo ictum ultimum qui hostes proximos delebit dat.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Aaarrgh! Though I die, the flame of righteousness shall send you down to darkness!
la: Ah! Etsi morior, flamma iusitiae vos in tenebras demittet!
