en to gd translation catalogue (1155 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Heir to the Throne
gd: Oighre na cathrach

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: HttT
gd: OnC

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Fight to regain the throne of Wesnoth, of which you are the legitimate heir.
gd: Strì gus cathair Bheasnaid fhaighinn air ais ’s tu a h&#8209;oighre laghail.

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: (Novice level, 23 scenarios.)
gd: (Ìre foghlamaiche, 23 cnàmh-sgeulan.)

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Easy
gd: Furasta

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Fighter
gd: Cathach

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Commander
gd: Ceann-feadhna

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Normal
gd: Àbhaisteach

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Challenging
gd: Dùbhlanach

note: [campaign]: id=Heir_To_The_Throne
en: Lord
gd: Morair

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
gd: Dealbhadh iomairte

note: [about]
en: Campaign Maintenance
gd: Obair-glèidhidh iomairte

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
gd: Ealan is grafaigeachd

note: [about]
en: Miscellaneous
gd: Measgaichte

note: [scenario]: id=01_The_Elves_Besieged
en: The Elves Besieged
gd: Na sìthichean fo shèist

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Konrad to the signpost in the northwest
gd: Gluais Conall dhan t&#8209;sanas taobh iar-thuath

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Konrad
gd: Bàs Chonaill

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Delfador
gd: Bàs Dheilfeadair

note: [side]: type=Fighter, id=Konrad [side]: type=Commander, id=Konrad
en: Konrad
gd: Conall

note: [side]: type=Fighter, id=Konrad [side]: type=Elvish Champion, id=Galdrad [side]: type=Elvish Shyde, id=Chantal [side]: type=Commander, id=Konrad [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Kaylan [side]: id=Relgorn, type=Dwarvish Lord [side]: id=Geldar, type=Dwarvish Lord [side] [side]: type=Ancient Wose, id=Hara
en: Rebels
gd: Aramaichean

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Urug-Telfar
en: Urug-Telfar
gd: Urug-Tealfar

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Urug-Telfar [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Knafa-Tan [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Maga-Knafa [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Mokolo Qimur [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Usadar Q'kai [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Dwaba-Kukai [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Manag
en: Orcs
gd: Deamhain

note: [side]: type=Elvish Shyde, id=Chantal
en: Chantal
gd: Fionnghuala

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Twenty years into her rule, Asheviere turned her attention to the wood elves living in the great forest southwest of Wesnoth, whom she despised. Orcish mercenaries were hired and dispatched to bring about their ruin.
gd: An dèidh fichead bliadhna a bhith ’na bhànrigh, thug Aisebheir a h&#8209;aire air na sìthichean-coille a bha a’ fuireach sa choille mhòir taobh iar-dheas Bheasnaid oir b’ fhuath leatha iad. Dh’fhastaich i deamhain mar shaighdearan-duaise agus chur i iad gus na sìthichean a mhilleadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Master Delfador! Look, there are orcs coming from all directions! What shall we do?
gd: A Mhaighstir Dheilfeadair! Seallaibh, tha deamhain a’ tighinn mun cuairt oirnn! Dè nì sinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There are too many to fight, far too many. We must escape!
gd: Tha cus dhiubh ann gus dol ’nan aghaidh, fada cus dhiubh. Feumaidh sinn teicheadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But to where? This is the only home we have! What about the elves?
gd: Ach càite? Chan eil dachaigh eile againn! Dè mu dhèidhinn nan sìthichean?

note: [message]: speaker=Galdrad
en: We will fight them, but you must escape, Konrad. It is imperative that you escape!
gd: Nì sinn sabaid ’nan aghaidh, ach feumaidh tu fhèin teicheadh, a Chonaill. ’S èiginn gun teich thu!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We will go north. Perhaps we can reach the Isle of Alduin. If we can make it there, surely we will be safe. Konrad, we must recruit some elves to help us, and then you must make it to the sign post in the northwest. I will protect you!
gd: Thèid sinn gu tuath. ’S dòcha gun tèid leinn Eilean Alduin a ruigsinn. Ma thèid, bidh sinn sàbhailte gun teagamh. A Chonaill, feumaidh sinn sìthichean a thrusadh gus cuideachadh a thoirt dhuinn is an uairsin feumaidh tu dèanamh air an t&#8209;sanas taobh iar-thuath. Dìonaidh mi thu!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well, let us hurry!
gd: Ceart ma-thà, greasamaid oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Urug-Telfar
en: Attack the elves, my grunts, and take their villages. Let us claim this land for the Queen!
gd: Gabhaibh air na sìthichean, a mhadagain agus gabhaibh am bailtean. Tagraidh sinn an tìr seo airson na bànrighe!

note: [message]: speaker=Knafa-Tan
en: Remember, it is rumored that the filthy mage and one that he protects are in these parts. They are the ones we want!
gd: Cuimhnichibh am fathann bu bheil an draoidh salach is am fear a dhìonas e àiteigin an-seo. Seo an fheadhainn a tha sinn ag iarraidh!

note: [message]: speaker=Knafa-Tan
en: Ha ha! We will rip the filthy elves to pieces!
gd: Ha ha! Reubaidh sinn na sìthichean salach ann am pìosan!

note: [message]: speaker=Galdrad
en: Let them come. We will fight them with all we have!
gd: Leigibh leotha tighinn. Nì sinn sabaid dhàna ’nan agaidh!

note: [message]: speaker=Chantal
en: Be careful, Konrad! Guard him well, Delfador!
gd: Thoir an aire, a Chonaill! Dìonaibh gu math e, a Dheilfeadair!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Do not spend your life here, Chantal. Someone must warn the Northern Elves that the war we so long feared has begun.
gd: Cha bu chòir dhuibh ur beatha a chaitheamh an-seo, Fhionnghuala. Feumaidh do chuideigin rabhadh a thoirt do na sìthichean gu tuath gun do thòisich an cogadh air an robh sinn amharasach cho fada.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well, we have made it this far! But where do we go next?
gd: Ceart gu leòr, tha sinn beò fhathast! Ach càite an tèid sinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We must travel north, and try to make it to the Isle of Alduin. Hopefully we will find refuge there.
gd: Feumaidh sinn siubhal gu tuath feuch an ruig sinn Eilean Alduin. Tha mi dòchasach gum faigh sinn tèarmann an-siud.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Of course you are right, Delfador. But what will become of the elves here?
gd: ’S e an fhìrinn a th’ agaibh, a Dheilfeadair. Ach dè dh’èireas air na sìthichean an-seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The elves will fight. They may even prevail. But I fear things do not bode well for them. Let us not speak of it now. Onward!
gd: Nì na sìthichean sabaid. ’S dòcha gun seas iad, ach tha mi amharasach nach tèid an latha leotha. Na bruidhneamaid mun dèidhinn an-dràsta. Tiugainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Chantal
en: Good luck, Konrad! Don’t worry about us, we will fight as best we can!
gd: Gura math a thèid leat, a Chonaill! Na gabh dragh, nì sinn sabaid cho math ’s urrainn dhuinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I... I don’t think I can make it anymore.
gd: Cha … cha chreid mi gur urrainn dhomh dol nas fhaide.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Prince... you must keep fighting! Nooooooo!
gd: A Phrionnsa … feumaidh sibh cumail oirbh a’ sabaid! Òòòòch!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It is over. I am doomed...
gd: Sin e. Tha am bàs a’ tighinn orm …

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I have... have failed in my duty to protect the Prince! I am defeated.
gd: Dh’fhàillig … dh’fhàillig mi mo dhleastanas a’ dìon a’ phrionnsa! Chaidh mo ruaig.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Don’t die, Delfador! Please, you have to stay alive!
gd: Na siubhlaibh, a Dheilfeadair! Feumaidh sibh mairsinn beò!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Oh, no! We have run out of time, they have arrived with reinforcements...
gd: Ochan ò! Tha an ùine air ruith oirnn is thàinig iad le foirlionadh …

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Die, villain, die!
gd: Bàsaich, a shlaighteir, bàsaich!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Only the foolish oppose me!
gd: Cha sheas ach amadain ’nam aghaidh!

note: [message]: speaker=Galdrad
en: I am Galdrad. You will have to fight me to get any further!
gd: Is mise Galdrad. Feumaidh sibh sabaid ’nam aghaidh mus faigh sibh air adhart!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Only a fool would dare to attack me!
gd: Cha doir ach amadan ionnsaigh orm!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am Delfador the Great. Prepare to die!
gd: ’S mise Deilfeadar Mòr. Ullaich airson bàs fhaighinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Let me through, you rogue!
gd: Leig leam dol seachad, a shlaighteir!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh no! They are destroying our home!
gd: Ochan ò! Tha iad a’ milleadh ar dachaigh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There can be no looking back. We must go quickly!
gd: Chan eil slighe air ais ann. Feumaidh sinn fàgail gu luath!

note: [scenario]: id=02_Blackwater_Port
en: scenario name^Blackwater Port
gd: Port an Uisge Dhuibh

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Resist until the end of the turns
gd: Seas gu deireadh nan cuairtean

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: (special bonus)
gd: (duais shònraichte)

note: [objective]: condition=win [objectives]
en: Defeat the enemy leader
gd: Thoir buaidh air a’ cheannard nàmhad

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Sir Kaylan
gd: Bàs Chailein

note: [label]
en: Blackwater Port
gd: Port an Uisge Dhuibh

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Kaylan
en: Sir Kaylan
gd: Cailean

note: [unit]: type=Swordsman, id=Veocyn
en: Veocyn
gd: Beosan

note: [unit]: type=Swordsman, id=Yran
en: Yran
gd: Ioran

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We should be able to board a ship at Blackwater Port, but it seems the orcs are heading there too. Rebels who hate Asheviere and are loyal to the memory of the king desperately hold the port, as it is one of the only places where they can ship supplies and weapons.
gd: Tha mi ’n dùil gur urrainn dhuinn long a bhòrdadh ann am Port an Uisge Dhuibh, ach mura h&#8209;eil mi cearr tha na deamhain a’ dèanamh air cuideachd. ’S gann gu bheil aramaichean a tha dìleas dhan t&#8209;seann rìgh is aig a bheil fuath air Aisebheir a’ fuireach sa phort fhathast oir ’s e seo aon de na h&#8209;àiteachan air am fàgail dhaibh far an urrainn dhaibh stòrasan is airm a chur a-nall ’s a-null.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador, some orcs are following us! We must make haste!
gd: A Dheilfeadair, tha deamhain an tòir oirnn! Feumaidh sinn greasadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Delfador, my old friend! We had heard of your coming, and of the attacks on the elves. It is good to see you again, although I would prefer it were not in such sad times.
gd: A Dheilfeadair, a charaid! Chuala sinn gun robh sibh a’ tighinn is mu na h&#8209;ionnsaighean an aghaidh nan sìthichean. ’S math ur faicinn a-rithist, ged a b’ fhearr leam nach tachradh seo aig àm cho truagh sin.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad, this is Kaylan, one of the mightiest of the horse lords, and one of the few who is willing to oppose the Dark Crown. Rumor has it that his lance has slain fifty men and a hundred orcs.
gd: A Chonaill, seo Cailean, aon den fheadhainn as treasa aig uaislean nan each is am measg na feadhna a sheasas an aghaidh a’ chrùin dhuibh. Thathar ag ràdh gun do mharbh e lethcheud daoine is ceud deamhain le a lannsa.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: It seems the orcs have come here too, to try to wrest this port from our hands. Our defenses are still weak, but reinforcements will arrive soon!
gd: Thàinig na deamhain an-seo cuideachd a rèir coltais feuch an gabh iad am port seo bhuainn. Tha ar dìon caran lag fhathast, ach thig foirlionadh a dh’aithghearr!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We will help you fight them off until the reinforcements arrive.
gd: Cuidichidh sinn ach an dèan sibh sabaid ’nan aghaidh gus an tig am foirlionadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: With your help, we have hope we can fend them off. But you must not tarry here long, for your survival is even more important to our cause than the strength of the port. A ship is due here in two days, surely it will be able to take you to safety.
gd: Le ur cuideachadh, tha sinn làn dòchais gun seas sinn ’nan aghaidh. Ach cha bu chòir dhuibh fuireach an-seo fada, oir chan eil neart a’ phuirt seo cho cudromach dhuinn ’s a tha gum mair sibh beò. Tha long gu bhith tighinn an ceann dà latha is bheir e gu àite sàbhailte sibh gun teagamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: And the ship will take us to Alduin?
gd: Is an doir an long gu Alduin sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, we will sail to the Isle of Alduin, my home, Konrad, and the home of many magi.
gd: Bheir, thèid sinn a dh’Alduin. Seo mo dhachaigh, a Chonaill agus dachaigh aig grunn draoidh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: I will send one of my horsemen to serve under you. I offer you my support, Konrad, and the support of my men — from now on you will be able to recruit horsemen.
gd: Cuiridh mi aon de na marcaichean agam còmhla ruibh. Tairgidh mi mo chuideachadh dhuibh, a Chonaill agus cuideachadh mo mhuinntir – bho seo a-mach, ’s urrainn dhuibh marcaichean a thrusadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you, sir. But how shall I best use these horsemen? How do they differ from elves?
gd: Mòran taing, uasail. Ach dè an dòigh as fhearr sa chleachdas mi na marcaichean seo? Dè an diofar eatorra is na sìthichean?

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Elves are a powerful race, Konrad, more powerful than my own people usually acknowledge. But horsemen are powerful in a different way. They have no long range attack, but can charge into combat, inflicting double normal damage, though taking double damage in return. They are also lawful, meaning they fight better by day, and worse at night. Horsemen are unmatched on open land, though elves will serve you better in forests or rugged terrain.
gd: ’S e cinneadh cumhachdach a th’ anns na sìthichean, a Chonaill, nas cumhachdaiche na dh’aideachadh mo cuideachd mar as trice. Co-dhiù, tha marcaichean cumhachdach air dòighean eile. Chan eil ionnsaigh astair fada aca ach ’s urrainn dhaibh brùchdadh air an nàmhaid is dà uiread de dhochann a dhèanamh, ged a ghabhas iad fhèin dà uiread de dhochann an uairsin. Tha iad dligheach cuideachd is ’s ciall dha sin gun dèan iad sabaid nas fhearr air an latha is nas dona air an oidhche. Chan eil an leithid ann air tìr fosgailte ged a shoirbhicheas sìthichean nas fhearr leat ann an coilltean no air tìr garbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Elves may be the lords of the forest, but horsemen are powerful as well. On the plains under the midday sun they can fell the toughest foes with sharp spears and under heavy hoofs!
gd: ’S dòcha gur e na sìthichean a th’ anns na tighearnan sa choille, ach tha marcaichean cumhachdach cuideachd. Air a’ mhachair fo ghrian a’ mheadhan-latha, millidh iad na nàimhdean as treuna leis na sleaghan geura is fo na crubhan troma aca!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Recruit troops wisely, Konrad, and remember that you can recall experienced units from past battles to help you fight again.
gd: Trus na saighdearan gu glic, a Chonaill, is cuimhnich gur urrainn dhut saighdearan eòlach ais-ghairm bho bhlàran roimhe gus do chuideachadh a-rithist.

note: [unit]: id=Haldiel, type=Horseman
en: Haldiel
gd: Taldal

note: [message]: speaker=Haldiel
en: Greetings, young master. I pledge myself to your service.
gd: Fàilte, a thighearna òig. Cuiridh mi an geall mo mhuinntireas dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad, note that Haldiel does not seek gold upkeep; as a loyal unit he fights for us solely out of loyalty to our cause. Such units are extremely valuable. Take care to use them cautiously in battle, lest they fall.
gd: A Chonaill, thoir an aire nach iarr Taildeal beathachadh òir bhuat; mar aonad dìleas nì e sabaid às ar leth air sgàth ’s dìlseachd ’dar adhbhar. Tha aonadan mar seo uabhasach luachmhor. Bi cùramach ’gan cleachdadh air a’ bhlàr ach nach tuit iad.

note: [unit]: type=Horseman, id=Yredd
en: Yredd
gd: Iread

note: [unit]: type=Horseman, id=Tarcyn
en: Tarcyn
gd: Tairsin

note: [unit]: type=Horseman, id=Syryn
en: Syryn
gd: Suirin

note: [unit]: type=Knight, id=Cicyn
en: Cicyn
gd: Siosain

note: [unit]: type=Knight, id=Ginvan
en: Ginvan
gd: Gionbhan

note: [unit]: type=Knight, id=Simyr
en: Simyr
gd: Suimir

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Reinforcements have arrived! Forward, men! I expect each of you to bring me back the head of an orc!
gd: Thàinig am foirlionadh! Siuthadaibh, a ghillean! Tha mi ’n dùil gun doir gach fear dhuibh ceann deamhain dhomh!

note: [message]: speaker=Mokolo Qimur
en: So many foul humans riding on horses! There is no way we can defeat them. Quick, we must make our escape!
gd: Seallaibh air an uiread dhe dhaoine shalach air muin eich! Chan eil dòigh ann gus cur às dhaibh. Greas oirbh, feumaidh sinn teicheadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Reinforcements have arrived, but lo! Our allies have already destroyed the orcish army menacing our fair port. In honor, I must reward your valor.
gd: Thàinig am foirlionadh, ach seallaibh! Tha ar caidreabhaich air feachd nan deamhan a mhilleadh mar-thà a bha a’ cur as port àlainn againn fo chunnart. Feumaidh mi urram a thoirt dhuibh is duais airson ur gaisge.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: You have risked your life to defend our city. In return, I place one of my city’s finest defenders in your service. Simyr, step forward. I place your lance in the service of young Prince Konrad here. May you help him restore order to the country.
gd: Chuir sibh ur beatha fo chunnart gus am baile againn a dhìon. Mar thaing, bheir mi aon de na dìonadairean as fhearr aig a bhaile agam thugaibh. Trobhad, a Shuimir! Cuir do lannsa gu feum às leth Chonaill òig bho seo a-mach. Gun cuidicheadh tu gus òrdugh a thilleadh don dùthaich.

note: [message]: speaker=Simyr
en: It is my pleasure and honor to serve, my liege.
gd: A thighearna, ’s e onair is tlachd a th’ ann dhomh ur fhrithealadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Thank you for the help, friends. The ship should arrive soon, it will take you to Alduin.
gd: Taing airson a’ chuideachaidh, a chàirdean. Bu chòir don long a thighinn a dh’aithghearr is bheir e do dh’Alduin sibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We should embark now.
gd: Bu chòir dhuinn bàrcadh a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Kaylan
en: Safe voyage to you, friends. Rest assured that we will never surrender to the forces of the Dark Queen.
gd: Turas math sàbhailte dhuibh, a chàirdean. ’S cinnteach nach gèill sinn ri feachdan na bànrighe duibhe gu bràth tuilleadh.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I have failed in my duty to protect the Rightful Heir and the port.
gd: Dh’fhàillig mi an dleastanas agam gus an oighre laghail is am port a dhìon.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Without his help, we will be unable to use the ships. There is no hope...
gd: Às a h&#8209;aonais, chan urrainn dhuinn na longan a chleachdadh. Chan eil dòchas air fhàgail dhuinn …

note: [scenario]: id=03_The_Isle_of_Alduin
en: The Isle of Alduin
gd: Eilean Alduin

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This is no time to return to our vessel! We must take control of the island!
gd: Chan e seo an t&#8209;àm gus tilleadh dhan long againn! Feumaidh sinn smachd fhaighinn air an eilean!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: And so the party landed on the Isle of Alduin.
gd: Seo mar a bhuail am buidheann tràigh ann an Eilean Alduin.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So this is Alduin. It looks a little... desolate.
gd: Uill, seo Alduin. Tha coltas caran … fàsach air.

note: [message]: speaker=Usadar Q'kai
en: Who is that? Oh, a party of elves has landed. We shall drive them back into the sea!
gd: Cò iadsan? Ò seadh, thàinig buidheann dhe shìthichean air tìr. Cuiridh sinn air ais dhan mhuir iad!

note: [unit]: id=Elrian, type=Mage
en: Elrian
gd: Elrin

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I found someone hiding in the village!
gd: Lorg mi cuideigin ’na fhalach sa bhaile!

note: [message]: speaker=Elrian
en: My lords, I have been hiding in the village from the orcs, like many of the other magi here. I pledge myself to your service; let us move swiftly to recapture the island!
gd: Mo thighearnan, bha mi ’nam fhalach sa bhaile mar a rinn grunn draoidh eile an-seo ach nach glacadh na deamhain sinn. Cuiridh mi an geall mo mhuinntireas dhuibh; greasamaid gus an eilean fhaighinn air ais!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Certainly, let us join together to fight the evil ones.
gd: Seadh, sabaideamaid còmhla an aghaidh na feadhna uilce.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You can now recruit magi!
gd: ’S urrainn dhut draoidhean a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Surely no orc can stand against us with magi in our ranks! Their magical attacks almost always find their mark, even against well-defended troops.
gd: Gun teagamh, cha sheas deamhan ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh le draoidhean ’nar measg! Buailidh na h&#8209;ionnsaighean draoidheach aca an amas cha mhòr a h&#8209;uile turas, fiù ’s an aghaidh shaighdearan le dìon math!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Caution, young prince. It is very difficult to train inexperienced magi in combat. When they fight on the front lines of battle, you must protect magi with stronger units, else the enemy would make short work of them.
gd: Bi faiceallach, a phrionnsa òig. Tha e glè dhoirbh draoidhean nach eil eòlach a thrèanadh air a’ bhlàr. Nuair a nì iad sabaid air toiseach a’ bhlàir, feumaidh tu na draoidhean a dhìon le aonadan nas treasa ach nach cuir an nàmhaid às dhaibh gu luath.

note: [unit]: type=Arch Mage, id=Seimus
en: Seimus
gd: Seumas

note: [message]: speaker=Seimus
en: Delfador, my old master! You have saved the island from the orcs!
gd: A Dheilfeadair, mo sheann-mhaighstir! Shàbhail sibh an eilean bho na deamhain!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: My apprentice! How did the island fall to such as these?
gd: M’ fhoghlamaiche! Ciamar a thàinig an t&#8209;eilean fo ùghdarras an leithid?

note: [message]: speaker=Seimus
en: You have not heard, master Delfador? Asheviere is trying to control the entire western coast. She hired many orcs and sent them here. They were holding me until a ship could arrive to take me to Weldyn where I am to stand trial for treason for training magi!
gd: Nach cuala sibh, a’ mhaighstir Dheilfeadair? Tha Aisebheir a’ feuchainn ri smachd fhaighinn air a’ chosta an iar gu lèir. Dh’fhastaich i grunn dheamhan agus chuir i an-seo iad. Bha iad ’gam chumail an-seo mus tigeadh long gus mo thoirt do Bhealdan far an dèanadh iad casaid orm mar aramaiche bhon a rinn mi trèanadh air draoidhean.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We have come from fighting her forces at Blackwater. Where else has she attacked?
gd: Tha sinn dìreach air sabaid an aghaidh a feachd ann am Port an Uisge Dhuibh. Dè na h&#8209;àiteachan eile far an tug i ionnsaigh?

note: [message]: speaker=Seimus
en: She has taken control of the Bay of Pearls, long held by the mer, and has turned them into slaves. There they dive for pearls by which she grows richer every day. There are even rumors that she may break the ancient treaty and attack Elensefar!
gd: Ghabh i am Bàgh Neamhnaideach fo a smachd a b’ àbhaist a bhith aig an t&#8209;sluagh-mhara bho shean is rinn i tràillean dhiubh. Buainidh iad neamhnaidean fon uisge air a son is fàsaidh i nas beartaiche gach latha. Thathar fiù ’s ag ràdh gum faoidte gum bris i an seann-chùmhnant is gun doir i ionnsaigh air Eleansafar!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Can’t we strike back at her? How many forces does she have at the Bay of Pearls? Can we take it back from her?
gd: Nach urrainn dhuinn an ionnsaigh a thoirt dhìse? Co mheud a th’ aice aig a’ Bhàgh Neamhnaideach? An urrainn dhuinn a ghabhail air ais bhuaithe?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We must indeed go there. Let us therefore rest here a little, and then set sail for the Bay. Hopefully we will defeat her forces there!
gd: Feumaidh sinn dol ann gu dearbh. Gabhamaid beagan fois an-seo is thoireamaid an cuan oirnn don bhàgh an uairsin. Tha mi ’n dòchas gun cuir sinn ruaig air a feachd thall an-siud!

note: [scenario]: id=04_The_Bay_of_Pearls
en: The Bay of Pearls
gd: Am Bàgh Neamhnaideach

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat one enemy leader, and resist the other until turns run out
gd: Thoir buaidh air ceannard nàmhad is seas an aghaidh an corr gus am bi na cuairtean seachad

note: [objectives] [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all enemy leaders
gd: Thoir buaidh air a h&#8209;uile ceannard nàmhad

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Turns run out with both enemy leaders standing
gd: Tha na cuairtean air ruith ort is an dà cheannard nàmhaid ’nan seasamh fhathast

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So this is the Bay of Pearls. It looks like they have those merfolk working hard!
gd: Seo am Bàgh Neamhnaideach. Thathar a’ toirt air an t&#8209;sluagh-mhara obair gu cruaidh a rèir coltais!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Indeed it does. It also looks like they have many, many troops. I should go around the bay and distract some of them. You and the rest rescue the merfolk!
gd: Tha gu dearbh. Tha grunn shaighdearan aca cuideachd a rèir coltais. Bu chòir dhomh dol taobh eile a’ bhàigh gus an aire a thoirt bhuaibh. Sàbhail an sluagh-mara le taic ar cuideachd!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well. Be careful!
gd: Ceart ma-thà. Bithibh faiceallach!

note: [message]: speaker=Bugg
en: But boss, why are we only using bats and nagas?
gd: Ach a cheannaird, carson nach cleachd sinn dad eile ach ialtagan is nagaidhean?

note: [message]: speaker=Dwaba-Kukai
en: Because we need to control the seas and the merfolk, and nagas and bats are best for doing that!
gd: Oir feumaidh sinn smachd a chumail air a’ mhuir is an t&#8209;sluagh-mhara, is tha nagaidhean is ialtagan nas fhearr gus seo a dhèanamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Bugg
en: But orcs are the most powerful race in all of...
gd: Ach ’s e na deamhain a th’ anns a’ chinneadh as cumhachdaiche fon …

note: [message]: speaker=Dwaba-Kukai
en: Shut up, worm! I’m the boss!
gd: Dùn do bheul, a bhaoiteig! ’S mise an ceannard!

note: [message]: speaker=Bugg
en: Ha ha ha! Now orcs will rule over land and sea!
gd: Ha ha ha! Tha an tìr is am muir leis na deamhain a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Dwaba-Kukai
en: (Sigh) Will someone kill this idiot for me, please?
gd: (Osna) Am marbh cuideigin an t&#8209;amadan seo dhomh?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: But... but... how can this be happening to me?
gd: Ach … ach … ciamar a dh’èirich seo dhomh?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Who was that idiot?
gd: Cò an t&#8209;amadan a bha siud?

note: [message]: speaker=Gwaba
en: Free at last! Now, death to the orcs!
gd: Saorsa, mu dheireadh thall! A-nis, thoiribh bàs dha na deamhain!

note: [message]: speaker=Mabooa
en: Now that we are free, together we can defeat our oppressors!
gd: On a tha sinn saor a-nis, ’s urrainn dhuinn buaidh a thoirt air na h&#8209;aintighearnan againn còmhla!

note: [message]: speaker=Kaba
en: Freedom! Now where are those orcs? Let me at ’em!
gd: Saorsa! Nise, cà bheil na deamhain ud? Gabhaidh mi orra!

note: [message]: speaker=Gwimli
en: Thank you for rescuing us! Now we can help you fight the evil orcs! The main cage where they keep most of the merfolk is in the northwest!
gd: Tapadh leibh airson ar teasairginn! Nise, ’s urrainn dhuinn ur cuideachadh an aghaidh nan deamhan olca! Tha am prìomh-chliabh far an cùm iad a’ mhòrchuid dhen t&#8209;sluagh-mhara gu iar-thuath!

note: [message]: speaker=Heldaga
en: Death to the orcs! Come, my brethren, let us fight the orcs and drive them from our shores!
gd: Bàs dha na deamhain! Siuthadaibh, mo chuideachd, dèanamaid sabaid an aghaidh nan deamhan is cuiridh sinn far ar cladaichean iad!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: At last, we have freed the merfolk. Go back to the ocean and live in peace.
gd: Mu dheireadh thall, shaoraich sinn an sluagh-mara. Tillibh dhan mhuir is caithibh ur beatha le sìth.

note: [message]: role=ThankfulMerman
en: My lord! You may need the help of some of us who have skill in the sea in future. We would like to come with you and offer you help.
gd: Mo thighearna! ’S dòcha gum bi feum agaibh air feadhainn dhuinn san àm ri teachd bhon a tha sinn comasach air a’ mhuir. Bu toil leinn tighinn còmhla ruibh is taic a thoirt dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You may now recruit the noble merfolk!
gd: Faodaidh tu an sluagh-mara uasail a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Now where is Delfador? I hope he’s safe!
gd: Nise, càite a bheil Deilfeadar? Tha mi ’n dòchas gu bheil e sàbhailte!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am perfectly safe, friend!
gd: Tha mi sàbhailte gu dearbh, a charaid!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: There you are! I am so glad you are all right! Now we may have a little rest.
gd: Sin sibh! Tha mi cho toilichte gu bheil sibh slàn sàbhailte! Faodaidh sinn beagan fois a ghabhail a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am afraid there is no time for rest, Konrad. Asheviere has laid siege to Elensefar, breaking the century-old treaty between Wesnoth and the Elense city-state. If the city falls, there is no telling how many other lands she may swallow up!
gd: Tha eagal orm nach fhaod, a Chonaill. Chuir Aisebheir baile Eleansafair fo shèist, a’ briseadh an t&#8209;seann chùmhnaint a mhair fad linntean eadar Beasnad is stàit-bhaile Elense. Ma thuiteas am baile, cò aige a tha fios dè na dùthchannan eile a ghabhas i os làimh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh no! What shall we do?
gd: Obh obh! Dè nì sinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: You must lead your men to the city. Help defend it, or recapture it if it falls before you arrive!
gd: Feumaidh tu na daoine agad a stiùireadh don bhaile. Cuidich gus a dhìon no gabh a-rithist e ma tha e air a thuiteam mus ruig thu e.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I must do that? But what about you, Delfador? You’re coming with me, right?
gd: An e seo a dh’fheumas mi dèanamh? Ach dè mu ur dèidhinn, a Dheilfeadair? Thig sibh còmhla rium, nach tig?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am afraid not, Konrad. I have come across some important documents, and must make haste with them to the Elven Council. It seems that the time to stop Asheviere is shorter than I had thought.
gd: Tha eagal nach tig, a Chonaill. Thachair mi air sgrìobhainnean cudromach is feumaidh mi an toirt do chomhairle nan sìthichean gu luath. Chan eil an uiread de dh’ùine air fhàgail dhuinn gus stad a chur air Aisebheir ’s a bha mi an dùil.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But Delfador! I can’t do it on my own!
gd: Ach a Dheilfeadair! Chan urrainn dhomh ’ga dhèanamh ’nam aonar!

note: [message]: role=Supporter
en: On your own? My lord! We, your loyal soldiers, will support you!
gd: ’Nur n&#8209;aonar? Mo thighearna! Bheir sinne, ur saighdearan dìleas, cuideachadh dhuibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: You will prevail. I have faith in you. Head north. Elensefar is but three days’ travel if you make haste.
gd: Bheir thu buaidh. Tha làn-earbsa agam annad. Thoir an t&#8209;slighe gu tuath ort. Chan eil Eleansafar ach trì làithean air falbh ma ghreasas tu ort.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well. But how do I get there?
gd: Ceart gu leòr. Ach ciamar a gheibh mi ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There are two ways to go, by ship or on foot. Each has its own dangers. You must choose between them.
gd: Tha dà dhòigh gus faighinn ann, air long no air cois. Tha cunnartan sònraichte an lùib gach dòigh. Feumaidh tu tè dhiubh a thaghadh.

note: [option]
en: Ships? Ugh! I have been seasick for the last time. We shall walk!
gd: Air long? Iochd! Tha mi seachd searbh dhen chur-na-mara. Coisichidh sinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Safe journey to you, Konrad. Until we meet again!
gd: Gun till thu slàn sàbhailte, a Chonaill. Chì mi a-rithist thu!

note: [option]
en: Going by ship we may at least get a little rest for ourselves. By sea it is!
gd: Gheibh sinn beagan fois ma thèid sinn air long. Bheireamaid a’ mhuir oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Safe voyage to you then, Konrad. May the weather be fair.
gd: Gun till thu slàn sàbhailte, a Chonaill. ’S dòcha leam gum bi brod na sìde ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Have you not been able to defeat our foes in all these days? They have summoned reinforcements. Surely now our doom is upon us!
gd: Nach deach leat an nàmhaid a cheannsachadh fhathast? Tha iad air foirlionadh a ghairm a-nis. Thèid ar milleadh gun teagamh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad! We cannot spend any more time here. Though it would be good to defeat the orcs and free more of their prisoners, more urgent business calls us!
gd: A Chonaill! Chan fhaod sinn fuireach an-seo tuilleadh. Bhiodh e math na deamhain a cheannsachadh is barrachd phrìosanach a shaoradh, ach tha gnothach nas èiginniche againn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador, thank goodness you have survived! This has been a tough battle, but why can we not finish it? Why must we leave?
gd: A Dheilfeadair, taing don shealbh gu bheil sibh beò! B’ e cath cruaidh a bh’ ann, ach carson nach urrainn dhuinn a thoirt gu buil? Carson a tha againn ri falbh?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I bear ill tidings, Konrad. Asheviere has laid siege to Elensefar, breaking the century-old treaty between Wesnoth and the Elense city-state. If the city falls, there is no telling how many other lands she may swallow up!
gd: Tha droch naidheachd agam, a Chonaill. Chuir Aisebheir baile Eleansafair fo shèist, a’ briseadh an t&#8209;seann chùmhnaint a mhair fad linntean eadar Beasnad is stàit-bhaile Elense. Ma thuiteas am baile, cò aige a tha fios dè na dùthchannan eile a ghabhas i os làimh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I must do this? But you are coming with me, aren’t you, Delfador?
gd: Am mise a dh’fheumas seo a dhèanamh? Ach thig sibh còmhla rium, a Dheilfeadair, nach tig?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am afraid not, Konrad. I have found some important documents that need seeing to. I must ride at once to make council with the elves. I will meet you in Elensefar, after you have secured it.
gd: ’S eagal leam nach tig, a Chonaill. Tha mi air sgrìobhainnean cudromach a lorg ris a dh’fheumas mi dhèiligeadh. Feumaidh mi togail orm cho luath ’s a ghabhas gus comhairle a ghabhail bho na sìthichean. Thig mi gu Eleansafar nuair a bhios tu air a’ bhaile a ghabhail.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I fear I will struggle to do this on my own... but what must be must be. How do I get to Elensefar?
gd: Tha an t&#8209;eagal orm nach tèid leam ’nam aonar… ach an rud as fheudar, as fheudar e. Ciamar a gheibh mi do dh’Eleansafar?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Since you have broken the orcs’ hegemony over the seas, going by ship would be safest. Sail along the coast, and you can land mere miles from Elensefar. Make haste!
gd: Bhon a tha thu air ceannas nan deamhan air a’ mhuir a bhriseadh, bhiodh e a bu shàbhailte dol air long. Seòl a-nall an costa is ’s urrainn dhut dol air tìr beagan mhìltean air falbh bho Eleansafar. Thoir do chasan leat!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: With the orcs controlling the seas, going by ship would not be safe. Travel by land, Elensefar is only six days’ march up the coast. Make haste!
gd: Bhon a tha ceannas nan deamhan air a’ mhuir, cha bhiodh e sàbhailte dol air long. Siubhail air an tìr a-nall an costa fad sia làithean gus Eleansafar a ruigsinn. Thoir do chasan leat!

note: [scenario]: id=05a_Muff_Malals_Peninsula
en: Muff Malal’s Peninsula
gd: An Rubha aig Muff Malal

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Escape down the road to Elensefar
gd: Teich sìos an rathaid gu Eleansafar

note: [objectives]
en: Defeat Muff Malal
gd: Thoir buaidh air Muff Malal

note: [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Muff Malal [side]: id=Haf-Mal, type=Lich [side]: id=Jarmal-Gorg, type=Lich [side]: type=Lich, id=Galga [side]: type=Lich, id=Na-alga [side]: type=Lich, id=Selda-Mana [side]: type=Death Knight, id=Unan-Ka'tall [side]: type=Death Knight, id=Clarustus [side]: type=Death K
en: Undead
gd: Closaich

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: But the road to Elensefar was a treacherous one. Konrad and his men were set upon by a strong band of undead.
gd: Ach bu chunnartach an rathad gu Eleansafar. Thug buidheann cumhachdach de chlosaich ionnsaigh air Conall ’s a chuideachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Malal
en: Ahh, a party of elves approaches. Soon we shall have elven zombies serving us!
gd: À, tha buidheann dhe shìthichean a’ teannadh oirnn. Bidh coisichean ùra ’gar frithealadh a dh’aithghearr!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: My lord! On yonder peninsula there seems to be some movement!
gd: Mo thighearna! Chì mi rudeigin a’ gluasad air an ros thall!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It looks like an undead outpost! If we could defeat them, the locals would probably be grateful. But I do not know if we have the strength to defeat such a foe, or the time to spare.
gd: Tha coltas gearastan nan closach air! Ma cheannsaicheas sinn iad, bidh na daoine ionadail taingeil gun teagamh. Ach chan eil fios agam a bheil sinn cumhachdach gu leòr gus a’ chùis a dhèanamh air nàmhaid den leithid no gum bi ùine gu leòr air fhàgail dhuinn.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: Cleansing this land of undead does not appear overly difficult. It could be good training for those yet untested in battle.
gd: Tha chreid mi gum biodh e ro dhoirbh na closaich fhuadach bhon tìr seo. ’S e cleachdadh math a bhiodh ann dhan fheadhainn nach eil eòlach air a’ bhlàr fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I see. If we are to break the siege of Elensefar, we will need every veteran soldier we can get.
gd: ’S e an fhìrinn a th’ agad. Ma tha sinn airson sèist Eleansafair a bhriseadh, bidh feum againn air gach seann-ghaisgeach.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: The decision is yours, sir. If we are to leave, I advise we hurry past before they are upon us. If we are to fight, then... to arms!
gd: Tha e suas ruibh fhèin, a thighearna. Ma tha sinn airson falbh, mholainn gun dèan sinn cabhag mus tig iad às ar dèidh. Ma tha sinn airson sabaid… togaibh airm!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: To Elensefar
gd: Gu Eleansafar

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We do not have time to tarry here! On to Elensefar!
gd: Chan eil ùine air fhàgail dhuinn gus stad an-seo! Tiugainn gu Eleansafar!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Shirk not your duty! I will decide when it is time to leave for Elensefar.
gd: Coilean do dhleastanas! ’S mise a nì an co-dhùnadh cuine a dh’fhalbhas sinn gu Eleansafar.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Victory is ours! Let us hope that this delay will not hamper our quest to save Elensefar, but at least we have freed these good people. We must move onward with haste!
gd: Chuir sinn ruaig orra! Tha mi amharasach gun cuir seo amladh air ar amas gus Eleansafar a shàbhaladh, ach shaoraich sinn na daoine bochda seo co-dhiù. Feumaidh sinn togail oirnn!

note: [scenario]: id=05b_Isle_of_the_Damned
en: Isle of the Damned
gd: Eilean an Damnachaidh

note: [part]
en: But the voyage did not go as smoothly as had been hoped. A storm blew up and bore down on the ship. Though all hands were on deck working desperately, a sudden gust of wind flung Konrad overboard as he attempted to secure the sails...
gd: Ach cha robh an turas cho furasta ’s a bha iad an dòchas. Thàinig an droch shìde air an long aca. Ged a bha a h&#8209;uile duine ag obair air le èiginn, thilg osag gaoithe Conaill far an long fhad ’s a bha e ag obair air na siùil…

note: [part]
en: The merfolk finally saved Konrad from the sea, but were unable to get him back to the ship. By dint of great effort they reached a nearby island...
gd: Shàbhail an sluagh-mara Conaill bhon mhuir mu dheireadh thall, ach cha deach leotha a thilleadh dhan long. ’S gann gun do ràinig iad eilean a bha faisg orra…

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Whew, I survived. But now where am I? Is this island inhabited?
gd: Nach bhuidhe dhomh ’s mi beò fhathast. Ach càite a bheil mi a-nis? A bheil duine sam bith a’ fuireach air an eilean seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalba
en: We have heard only the worst things about this place, my lord. It is said that the legions of the undead have come here in great numbers and devastated the island into an ugly wasteland.
gd: Chan eil ach droch chliù air an àite seo ’nar measg, mo thighearna. Thathar ag ràdh gun tàinig grunn chlosach an-seo agus gun do mhill iad an eilean gus nach robh ach fàsach air fhàgail.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Let’s hope these rumors are not true! I have none of my men or gold with me! How could I defend myself?
gd: Tha mi ’n dòchas nach eil an naidheachd seo fìor! Chan eil daoine no òr air fhàgail dhomh. Ciamar a b’ urrainn dhomh mo dhìon?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalba
en: There are still some bands of humans hiding on the island, my lord. If you recruit some of them to help, we might have some hope of holding off the undead hordes!
gd: Tha buidheann no dhà dhe dhaoine ’nam falach air an eilean fhathast, mo thighearna. Ma thrusas sibh feadhainn dhiubh gus taic a thoirt dhuibh, ’s dòcha gun tèid leinn na tionalan dhe chlosaich a chumail air falbh.

note: [event]
en: Delurin
gd: Dealarain

note: [message]: speaker=Delurin
en: Maybe we can make a deal! Help us defeat those evil creatures! You may use our gold reserves to lead us!
gd: Nach dèan sinn cùmhnant? Thoiribh cuideachadh dhuinn gus na creutairean olca seo fhuadach! Faodaidh sibh an stòras òir againn a chleachdadh gus ar stiùireadh!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You receive 100 pieces of gold!
gd: Fhuair thu 100 bonn òir!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: There are some ancient temples to the southwest; I wonder what might be inside them!
gd: Tha teampaill àrsaidh gu iar-dheas; saoil dè tha annta?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The temple seems to be empty.
gd: Tha coltas falamh air an teampall.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Looks like there is somebody hidden in the temple.
gd: Tha cuideigin ’na fhalach san teampaill a-rèir coltais.

note: [unit]: id=Moremirmu, type=White Mage [unit]: id=Moremirmu, type=Mage of Light
en: Moremirmu
gd: Moiremearma

note: [effect]
en: holy sword
gd: claidheamh naomh

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: I was hiding in this holy place, planning how to defeat the evil undead. Now with your help, I can destroy them.
gd: Bha mi ’gam fhalach san àite naomh seo, a’ cur romham ruaig a thoirt air na closaich olca. ’S urrainn dhomh cur às dhaibh le ur taic a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Join us, wise one. We welcome your aid!
gd: Gabh rinn, eagnaidh. Chuireamaid fàilte air ur taic!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: If we eradicate the undead blight on these islands, I will surely go with you. Otherwise, I plan to finish my task here before moving on.
gd: Ma chuireas sinn às do ghalar nan closach air na h&#8209;eileanan seo, thèid mi còmhla ruibh gu dearbh. Mura cuir, coileanaidh mi an obair agam an-seo ’nam aonar mus fhalbh mi.

note: [message]: speaker=Xakae
en: Surprise! Searching for magi, and all I get is these foul humans!
gd: Seo mise! A’ sireadh draoidhean is cha d’ fhuair mi ach na daoine salach seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: Fight on against the undead without me, friends!
gd: Cumaibh oirbh an aghaidh nan closach às m’ aonais, a’ chàirdean!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: Thank goodness we have found you, sir! Come aboard quickly, we shall take you away from this horrible island!
gd: Taing dhan t&#8209;sealbh gun do lorg sinn sibh, a thighearna! Thigibh air bòrd gu luath, bheir sinn air falbh bhon eilean uabhasach seo sibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We have wrested control of the island from the evil undead! Now all we have to do is wait for the ship to arrive, so we can make our way to Elensefar!
gd: Thug sinn ceannas air an eilean seo bho na closaich olca! Cha leig sinn leas ach feitheamh gus an tig an long a-nis ach an doir sinn Eleansafar oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: Together we have vanquished the foul undead! Come, I will join you on your noble quest.
gd: Mhill sinn na closaich salach còmhla! Nise, thèid mi còmhla ruibh gus ur cuideachadh le ur n&#8209;obair uasail.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It’s a shame complete victory could not be ours, but thank goodness I am rescued! On to Elensefar!
gd: ’S truagh nach deach leinn na closaich a cheannsachadh gu tur, ach chaidh mo shàbhaladh, leis na beannachdan! Tiugainn do dh’Eleansafar!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: Thank you for your assistance here, brothers. I will stay to continue resisting the foul undead. May fate be with you in your noble quest, and may we meet again some day!
gd: Taing dhuibh airson ur cuideachaidh an-seo, a bhràithrean. Fuirichidh mi an-seo gus cumail a’ dol an aghaidh nan closach salach. Gura math a thèid leibh le ur n&#8209;obair uasail is gun tig an latha a chì mi a-rithist sibh!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You regain your lost troops and $isle_damned_starting_gold gold!
gd: Gheibh thu na saighdearan a chaill thu air ais is $isle_damned_starting_gold bonn òir!

note: [scenario]: id=06_The_Siege_of_Elensefar
en: The Siege of Elensefar
gd: Sèist Eleansafair

note: [label]
en: Elensefar
gd: Eleansafar

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Agadla [side]: type=Dark Sorcerer, id=Muff Jaanal [side]: id=Brugg, type=Troll Warrior [side]: id=Lionel, type=Death Knight [side]: type=Troll Warrior, id=Haaf-Garga
en: Evil
gd: Olc

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The party arrived at Elensefar at last, but found that the city had already fallen to the savage orcs.
gd: Ràinig am buidheann Eleansafar mu dheireadh thall, ach bha am baile air a cheannsachadh leis na deamhain fhiadhaich mu thràth.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: My lord! It seems the city has already fallen!
gd: Mo thighearna! Chaidh am baile a’ sgrios mu thràth!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This is terrible news! We must retake the city!
gd: Seo naidheachd uabhasach! Feumaidh sinn am baile a ghabhail a-rithist!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: There are so many of them. This will not be easy! And look to the north! It seems that the undead are allied with the orcs!
gd: Tha torr dhiubh ann. Cha bhi seo furasta! Is seallaibh gu tuath! Tha na closaich a’ cur taic ris na deamhain a-rèir coltais!

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Jaanal
en: Here come the elves! Our newly forged alliance with the orcs will give us the power to crush them with ease!
gd: Siud na sìthichean! Leis a’ chaidreachas ùr a rinn sinn leis na deamhain, nì sinn a chùis orra gun trioblaid sam bith!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We must take the city, and destroy the evil undead before reinforcements arrive!
gd: Feumaidh sinn am baile a ghabhail agus cur às do na closaich olca mus ruig am foirlionadh iad!

note: [unit]: id=Reglok, type=Rogue
en: Reglok
gd: Reaglok

note: [unit]: id=Gelgar, type=Thief
en: Gelgar
gd: Gealgar

note: [unit]: id=Gamlel, type=Thief
en: Gamlel
gd: Gamlail

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: As night began to fall, three dark figures crept out of the forest.
gd: Ann am beul na h&#8209;oidhche, dh’èalaidh trì cruthan a-mach às a’ choille.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Halt! Who goes there, friend or foe?
gd: Stadaibh! Cò th’ ann, caraid no nàmhaid?

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Greetings, friend. We are from the Elensefar Thieves’ Guild. We would like to help you against the orcs!
gd: Sin sibh, a charaid. Thàinig sinn bho chomann mèirlich Eleansafair. Bu toil leinn ur cuideachadh an aghaidh nan deamhan!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: Thieves, hmmm? Who says we can trust such as you?
gd: Mèirlich, an e? Is ciamar a chuireadh sinn earbsa ’nur leithid?

note: [message]: speaker=Gamlel
en: We would understand if you didn’t trust us, of course, but it is in our mutual interest to rid the city of the orcs!
gd: Tuigidh sinn mur cuir sibh earbsa annainn, gu nàdarra, ach nach eil fainear dhuinn uile cuidhteas fhaighinn dhe na deamhain sa bhaile?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well. You may join us.
gd: Ceart gu leòr. Faodaidh sibh tighinn còmhla rinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: We will serve you well, for we respect the help you are providing to our city. You shall find that there is honor, even among thieves.
gd: Bidh sinn ur frithealadh gu math, oir tha sinn a’ toirt suim air a’ chuideachadh a bheir sibh dha ur baile. Mothaichidh sibh fhathast gu bheil onair fiù ’s am measg nam mèirleach.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Yes, but where is your fighting force? How can you help us?
gd: Dh’fhaoidte gum mothaich, ach càite a bheil na saighdearan agaibh? Ciamar a bheireadh sibh taic dhuinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Gelgar
en: We survive by stealth. We can help you sneak into the city and surround the orcs. Alternatively, we can lay in wait until you give us a signal then ambush the orcs’ rear.
gd: Mairidh sinn beò gu fàillidh. Bheir sinn taic dhuibh gus èalaidh a-steach dhan bhaile is na deamhain a chuairteachadh. Mas fhearr leibh, thèid sinn ’nar falach is fuirichidh sinn air ur sanas gus fàth a dhèanamh air na deamhain bhon chùlaibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Hmm... I have to consider this...
gd: An-dà… Feumaidh mi cnuasadh air seo…

note: [option]
en: Help us infiltrate the city. We can do the rest.
gd: Thoiribh taic dhuinn gus èalaidh a-steach dhan bhaile. Nì sinn fhìn an corr.

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Excellent. Two hours past midnight meet us on the west bank of the river, across from Elensefar’s docks.
gd: Glè mhath. Tadhailibh oirnn dà uair an dèidh meadhan-oidhche taobh an iar na h&#8209;aibhne, taobh thall port Eleansafair.

note: [label] The party and an ally have agreed to meet at the location identified by this label.
en: Meeting point
gd: Ionad coinneachaidh

note: [option]
en: I want you to reinforce us once we break through their line.
gd: Thoiribh taic dhuinn nuair a bhios sinn air briseadh tron loidhne aca.

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Very well. When you raise your red banner over any building in the city proper, we will see the sign and attack from the city’s northern gate.
gd: Ceart gu leòr. Nuair a thogas sibh ur bratach dhearg air togalach sam bith sa bhaile fhèin, chì sinn an sanas is bheir sinn ionnsaigh bhon gheata ceann a tuath a’ bhaile.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Agreed. But, will you be able to see our flag if it’s dark?
gd: Seo na nì sinn. Ach am faic sibh ar bratach ann an dorch na h&#8209;oidhche?

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Yes, we will see it. In fact, we prefer to fight at night. I pray you do not lead us into slaughter.
gd: Chì gu dearbh. A dh’innse na fìrinn, ’s fhearr leinn sabaid air an oidhche. Na stiùiribh dhan bhàs sinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Do not fear, friends. There will be a slaughter here, but it will be orcish blood staining the streets.
gd: Na gabhaibh eagal, mo charaidean. Bidh àr an-seo ach ’s e fuil nan deamhan a bhios a’ ruith sna rathaidean.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: As the banner was raised, sounds of fighting could be heard from across the city.
gd: Nuair a chaidh a’ bhratach a thogail, chualas sabaid bho air feadh a’ bhaile.

note: [unit]: id=Darglen, type=Thief
en: Darglen
gd: Darglan

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Let’s expel these invaders! Today, the city is ours again!
gd: Fuadaichidh sinn na h&#8209;ionnsaighich a tha seo! Gabhaidh sinn ar baile a-rithist an-diugh!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You can now recruit Thieves!
gd: ’S urrainn dhut mèirlich a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: On the banks of Elensefar’s port district, three shadowy figures appeared.
gd: Nochd trì cruthan air bruach ceàrn port Eleansafair.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: To Konrad’s surprise, they quickly made their way across the river’s mouth. The turbulent waters hid a nearly invisible ford, wide enough for two soldiers to march shoulder-to-shoulder.
gd: Chuir e an t&#8209;iongnadh air Conall dè cho luath ’s a rinn iad thar beul na h&#8209;aibhne. Bha àth ’na fhalach fo na h&#8209;uisgeachan buaireasach a bha leathann gu leòr ach an coisicheadh dà shaighdear taobh ri taobh.

note: [message]: speaker=Reglok
en: Very few people know that the river can be forded here. The orcs have yet to discover this place. Bring your forces into the city, quickly now, and you can flank them.
gd: Chan eil fios aig mòran gu bheil àth san abhainn an-seo. Cha do lorg na deamhain an t&#8209;àite seo fhathast. Thoiribh am feachd leibh a-steach dhan bhaile gu luath a-nis ach an doir sinn ionnsaigh bho dhà thaobh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Finally, we have retaken the city! Let us rest here, friends.
gd: Mu dheireadh thall, fhuair sinn am baile air ais! Gabhamaid fois an-seo, a chàirdean.

note: [message]: role=Thief
en: Victory! The thieves of Elensefar will be in your service, my lord.
gd: Buaidh! Bidh mèirlich Eleansafair ur frithealadh, mo thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The party rested for three days, after which an old friend returned.
gd: Ghabh am buidheann fois fad trì latha gus an do thill seann charaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Greetings, friends. I see that you have rescued the city! I knew that you could do it.
gd: Sin sibh, a chàirdean. Chì mi gun do shàbhail sibh am baile! Bha fios agam gun dèanadh sibh a’ chùis air.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador! So good to see you! Where have you been?
gd: A Dheilfeadair! Nach math ur faicinn! Càite an robh sibh?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I have been meeting with the Ka’lian, the Great Council of the Elves. This is Kalenz, a great lord of the Northern Elves who came to the Council to offer us the support of his people.
gd: Chaidh mi gu coinneamh leis a’ Cha’lian, mòr-chomhairle nan sìthichean. Seo Calans, àrd-mhorair nan sìthichean tuathach a thàinig don chomhairle gus taic a chuideachd a thabhann dhuinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Greetings, friend.
gd: Sin sibh, a charaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador, we have captured this city, but surely Asheviere’s men will come and attack us! What should we do?
gd: A Dheilfeadair, ghabh sinn am baile seo, ach thig cuideachd Aisebheir gus ionnsaigh a thoirt oirnn gun teagamh! Dè nì sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The Ka’lian has met and decided: we must capture the Sceptre of Fire.
gd: Seo co-dhùnadh a’ Cha’liain: feumaidh sinn slat-rìoghail an teine a chosnadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: The Sceptre of Fire? What’s that?
gd: Slat-rìoghail an teine? Dè th’ ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The Sceptre of Fire is the most ancient artifact of the realm of Wesnoth. It was forged by the dwarves of Knalga at the request of King Haldric II. It took their finest smiths years to make it, but soon after it was completed, the makers were chased underground, attacked by the elves. None know exactly what occurred, but the Sceptre was lost somewhere in the great caverns. Years have passed, and the fortunes of the dwarves have waxed and waned, but the Sceptre has never been found.
gd: ’S e am ball-ceàirde as aosmhoire ann an rìoghachd Bheasnaid a th’ ann an slat-rìoghail an teine. Chaidh a dhèanamh le troichean Khnalga às leth Rìgh Taldraig II. Thug na goibhnean as ealanta aca bliadhnaichean ’ga dhèanamh ach nuair a bha iad air a crìochnachadh, thug na sìthichean ionnsaigh orra is theich iad fon talamh. Chan eil fios air na thachair dha-rìribh, ach chaidh an slat-rìoghail air chall sna h&#8209;uamhan mòra. Chaidh na bliadhnaichean seachad is thàinig an dà latha air na troichean, ach cha deach an slat-rìoghail a lorg a-riamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But what has this to do with me?
gd: Ach dè an gnothach a th’ agam leis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: When Garard II, your uncle, was deciding upon a successor, he issued an edict that whichever member of the royal family could retrieve the Sceptre of Fire would rule the land.
gd: Nuair a thagh Garard II, bràthair d’ athar oighre, thug e a-mach fuagradh gum biodh ùghdarras air an dùthaich aig a’ bhall dhen teaghlach rìoghail a dh’ath-bhuidhneadh slat-rìoghail an teine.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh, and you want me to get this Sceptre?
gd: Ò, is tha sibhse ag iarraidh bhuam gum faighinn an slat-rìoghail sin?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We will help you retrieve it, my lord.
gd: Bheir sinn cuideachadh dhuibh gus ath-bhuidhinn, mo thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Time is short. We think that Asheviere is also searching for the Sceptre, to help seal her place as ruler. But if you find the Sceptre first, the people will support you as the king.
gd: Tha an ùine a’ ruith oirnn. Cha chreid sinn nach eil Aisebheir an tòir air an t&#8209;slat-rìoghail cuideachd gus a h&#8209;àite mar bhànrigh a dhearbhadh. Ach ma lorgas tu an slat-rìoghail an toiseach, bheir an sluagh taic dhut mar rìgh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Me? King?
gd: Mar rìgh? Mise?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, Konrad. I believe you will be king one day. Now let us make haste!
gd: Seadh, a Chonaill. Cha chreid mi nach bi thu ’nad rìgh nuair a thig an latha. Greasamaid oirnn ma-thà!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We cannot go to Wesmere, for Asheviere’s orcs have the approaches ringed about with steel; Kalenz and I barely escaped, and Chantal cannot get out. Until we are stronger, we must go where the orcs are not.
gd: Chan urrainn dhuinn dol gu Loch Bheasa, oir tha deamhain Aisebheir air gach rathad a-steach a chuairteachadh le stàilinn; ’s gann gun do theich mi fhìn is Calans agus chan fhaigh Fionnghuala a-mach. Feumaidh sinn gach àite sa bheil na deamhain a sheachnadh mus fàs sinn nas treasa.

note: [message]: speaker=Muff Jaanal
en: So you endeavor to fight me in my home. Foolish.
gd: ’Eil sibh a’ feuchainn ri ionnsaigh a thoirt orm san taigh agam fhìn? Abair amadain.

note: [scenario]: id=07_Crossroads
en: Crossroads
gd: Gobhal-rathaid

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Kojun Herolm
gd: Thoir buaidh air Kojun Herolm

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Kalenz
gd: Bàs Chalains

note: [part]
en: Konrad, Delfador, and Kalenz swiftly rode east through the wilderlands of Wesnoth.
gd: Mharcaich Conall, Deilfeadar is Calans gu ear tro fhàsach Bheasnaid gu luath.

note: [part]
en: The Queen’s agents were still scouring the coastal regions, for news of Elensefar’s rescue had not yet reached her.
gd: Bha sluagh na bànrighe ’gan sireadh air an oirthir fhathast oir cha robh i air an naidheachd a chluinntinn fhathast gun deach Eleansafar a shàbhaladh.

note: [part]
en: Small as it was, Konrad’s army avoided the notice of hostile eyes in the sparsely populated western countryside for a time. However, their luck did not hold.
gd: On a bha e beag, cha do mhothaich sùilean an nàmhad feachd Chonaill san dùthaich shiarach far an robh na daoine gann. Co-dhiù, dh’fhalbh am fortan air deireadh na sgeòil.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Here we come to the great cross-roads. We should go northeast.
gd: Seo an gobhal mòr. Bu chòir dhuinn dèanamh gu ear-thuath.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Beware! These hills are not safe! The roads are important to Asheviere’s strategy, and she has hired orcs to guard them. We shall have to fight to travel through.
gd: Thoiribh an aire! Chan eil na cnuic seo sàbhailte! Tha na rathaidean cudromach do ro-innleachd Aisebheir is dh’fhastaich i deamhain mar fhreiceadanan. Bidh againn ri sabaid mus tig sinn seachad air.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Then fight we shall. Fortunately, now that we have liberated Elensefar, they are providing what gold they can spare to help us swell our ranks with new recruits. Let it begin!
gd: Mar sin, ’s e sabaid a nì sinn. Gu fortanach, bhon a tha sinn air Eleansafar a shaoradh, thug iad na b’ urrainn dhaibh de dh’òr dhuinn ach an urrainn dhuinn saighdearan ùra a thrusadh. Siuthadaibh!

note: [event]
en: Niodien
gd: Neòidien

note: [message]: speaker=Niodien
en: Stay on the path! The hills here are not safe!
gd: Fuirichibh air an t&#8209;slighe! Chan eil na cnuic sàbhailte an-seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Loflar
en: Beware the hills! There are many orcs in hiding, preparing to ambush you!
gd: Thoiribh an aire air na cnuic! Tha grunn deamhan ’nam falach ann, ag ullachadh gus fàth a dhèanamh oirbh!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: NE — Dan’Tonk
    SE — Fort Tahn
gd: Ear-thuath – Dan Tong
    Ear-dheas – Dùn Tàin

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Dan’Tonk, we are so close to Weldyn.
gd: Dan Tong, tha sinn cho faisg air Bealdan.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We dare not confront Asheviere yet. We must retrieve the Sceptre of Fire and gather more allies in the north.
gd: Tha e ro chunnartach fhathast ionnsaigh a thoirt air Aisebheir. Feumaidh rinn slat-rìoghail an teine ath-bhuidhinn an toiseach is barrachd chaidreabhach a chruinneachadh taobh tuath.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Victory is ours, men. Let us proceed northeast!
gd: Mo dhaoine, ’s cinnteach ar buaidh. Rachamaid gu ear-thuath!

note: [scenario]: id=08_The_Princess_of_Wesnoth
en: The Princess of Wesnoth
gd: Bana-phrionnsa Bheasnaid

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: (reduce her hitpoints to 0 or lower)
gd: (ìslich a puingean-beatha gu 0 no nas lugha)

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Force Li’sar’s surrender
gd: Thoir gèill air Li’sar

note: [part]
en: ...but one of the orcs survived long enough to send the news to the queen...
gd: … ach mhair fear de na deamhain beò fada gu leòr gus naidheachd a chur don bhànrigh …

note: [part]
en: ...and she sent her most able commander.
gd: … is chuir i an ceann-feadhna as comasaiche aice.

note: [label]
en: Elmar’s Crossing
gd: Àth Ealmair

note: [label]
en: Elbridge
gd: Drochaid Eil

note: [side]: type=Princess, id=Li'sar [side]: type=General, id=Robryn [side]: type=General, id=Honber [side]: type=General, id=Josephus [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Dwar-Ni [side]: type=General, id=Malatus [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Haliel-Maga [side]: type=General, id=Heford [side]: type=Cavalie
en: Asheviere
gd: Aisebheir

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: On the road to Knalga, the party was opposed by the forces of Asheviere.
gd: Air rathad Khnalga, thug feachd Aisebheir ionnsaigh orra.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: The Queen has sent me to stop you, impostor!
gd: Chuir a’ bhànrigh mi gus stad a chur ort, a mhealltair!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: That’s the Princess, Li’sar. The daughter of the Queen, and her successor!
gd: Seo a’ bhana-phrionnsa Li’sar. Nighean na bànrighe is a h&#8209;oighre!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I’m no impostor. It seems that your mother has lied to you.
gd: Chan e mealltair a th’ annam. Dh’innis ur màthair breugan dhuibh a-rèir coltais.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: This is treason! Your lies will perish with you!
gd: Seo brathadh! Thig crìoch air na breugan agad mar a thig ortsa!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There is no use in reasoning. She will understand only one thing. To arms!
gd: Chan fhiach reusanachadh. Chan e ach aon rud fon ghrèin a thuigeas i. Togaibh airm!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I surrender! Don’t hurt me, impostor.
gd: Gèillidh mi! Na ciùrr mi, a mhealltair.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I said before I’m not an impostor, but if you yield, I will spare your life.
gd: Thuirt mi roimhe nach eil mi ’nam mhealltair, ach ma ghèilleas sibh, leigidh mi sibh mu rèir.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Let me go!
gd: Leig leam!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Think about the story of the old king. Ask somebody who knew of him.
gd: Smaoinichibh air sgeulachd an t&#8209;seann rìgh. Faighnichibh bho chuideigin a b’ aithne dha.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The old king? I have heard about that, but I know it is not true. My mother told me.
gd: An seann rìgh? Tha mi air a chluinntinn mu dhèidhinn, ach tha fios agam nach eil sin fìor. Dh’innis mo mhàthair dhomh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Your mother has lied to you, child. Now I suggest you reconsider, and either join us, or flee as an exile. There will be a great battle soon, and if you are on the wrong side of it, we may not have the opportunity to spare your life a second time.
gd: Dh’innis do mhàthair breugan dhut, a nighinn. Mholainn gum beachdaich thu air a-rithist is gun tig thu còmhla rinn no gun teich thu ’nad fhògarrach. Nach fada gum bi blàr mòr ann is ma bhios tu air an taobh chearr, ’s math dh’fhaoidte nach bi cothrom againn a-rithist gus do chaomhnadh.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I am not a child, and I do not want to talk about it! You said you would spare me, so be on your way. The northern road should be safe for you.
gd: Chan e pàiste a th’ annam is chan eil mi airson bruidhinn mu dhèidhinn! Thuirt sibh gun leigeadh sibh mu rèir mi, mar sin nach fhàg sibh an àite seo? Bu chòir an rathad gu tuath a bhith sàbhailte dhuibh a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Good day to you, then. Come, men, to the northern road!
gd: Beannachd leibh ma-thà. Siuthadaibh a dhaoine, don rathad gu tuath!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: (Ha ha, little do they know just how many undead have wandered the northern road of late. Surely they are doomed!)
gd: (Ha ha, chan eil fhios aca mun phailteas dhe closaich a tha mu thimcheall an rathaid gu tuath a-nis. Thig am bàs orra le cinnt!)

note: [scenario]: id=09_The_Valley_of_Death
en: The Valley of Death — The Princess’s Revenge
gd: Gleann a’ bhàis – Dìoghaltas na bana-phrionnsa

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Survive for two days
gd: Seas fad dà latha

note: [objectives]
en: Eradicate the liches
gd: Cuir às dha na cuirp

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Selda-Mana
en: Selda-Mana
gd: Sealda-Mana

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: My lord! This road does not seem as safe as we had hoped. Look around us at the hills — there are undead about!
gd: Mo thighearna! Chan eil an rathad seo cho sàbhailte ’s a bha sinn an dùil. Thoiribh sùil air na cnuic mu ar timcheall – tha closaich ann!

note: [message]: speaker=Selda-Mana
en: Who are these who approach? Let us kill them all!
gd: Cò an fheadhainn a tha a’ teannadh oirnn? Bheir sinn gu bàs iad uile!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: To arms, men! The undead hordes approach!
gd: A dhaoine, togaibh airm! Tha grunn chlosach a’ teannadh oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: There can be no surrender to these foul beasts of the pit! We fight until victory, or until every one of us is slain!
gd: Cha ghèill sinn dha na droch-bhèistean olca gu bràth! Nì sinn sabaid gus am bhuannaich sinn no gus am faigh sinn uile bàs!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: There are just so many! What shall we do?
gd: Ach tha grunn dhiubh ann! Dè nì sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: My people douse our weapons with holy water when fighting undead. It usually lasts until the end of the battle, and they shrink in utter fear of our blades... if that is possible for an undead minion.
gd: Bogaidh mo mhuinntir ar cuid airm le uisge naoimh nuair a nì sinn sabaid an aghaidh chlosach. Mairidh e gu deireadh a’ chatha mar as trice ’s crùbadh iad leis an eagal air na lannan againn… nam b’ urrainn dha thràill chlosach a leithid rud a dhèanamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Let us hold them off as long as we can!
gd: Seasamaid cho fad ’s as urrainn dhuinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: I have come once again to aid you, friends!
gd: Thill mi a-rithist gus cuideachadh a thoirt dhuibh, a charaidean!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: White magi? Come to help us? But what are they doing here?
gd: Draoidh geala, an e? An ann gun doir iad taic dhuinn? Ach carson a tha iad an-seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: That is Moremirmu! He helped us fight the undead in the Isles of the Damned, let us hope he can help us once more!
gd: Seo Moiremearma! Thug e taic dhuinn an aghaidh nan closach ann an eilean an damnachaidh. Tha mi ’n dòchas gun doir e cobhair dhuinn a-rithist!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The sun rises in the east. Surely the undead do not have the power to continue their onslaught through another day!
gd: Tha a’ ghrian ag èirigh san ear. Cha bhi cumhachd aig na closaich gus an ionnsaigh aca a’ cumail a’ dol latha eile!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Indeed not! I feel we have survived this battle.
gd: Cha bhi gu dearbh! Cha chreid mi nach do mhair sinn ’s an cath seachad.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Whew! That was a difficult battle, but they are retreating at last!
gd: Foiteag! ’S ann gun robh a’ chòmhrag cruaidh, ach tha iad a’ cùlachadh mu dheireadh thall!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes! We have fought them off!
gd: Hò-rò! Rinn sinn a’ chùis orra!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you for returning to help us, Moremirmu.
gd: Mòran taing airson tilleadh thugainn, a Mhoiremearma.

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: It is both my duty and pleasure, my lord! We were dining with some royal guards of the Princess, taking a rest from our pilgrimage, when they spoke of how you were tricked into traveling these dangerous lands. We could do nothing but help you!
gd: Seo m’ onair is mo thlachd, mo thighearna! Bha sinn a’ gabhail ar diathad le geàird rìoghail na bana-phrionnsa ’s a’ gabhail fois bhon turas againn nuair a dh’innis iad dhuinn gun deach ur mealladh ach an siubhladh sibh tron dùthaich chunnartach seo. Cha robh ann ri dèanamh ach cuideachadh a thoirt dhuibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So, she tricked us into coming this way! Where may we go now? Which way will be safe for us?
gd: An e sin e, gun do mheall i sinn ach an tigeadh sinn an-seo? Càite an tèid sinn a-nis? Dè an t&#8209;slighe a bhiodh sàbhailte dhuinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Moremirmu
en: You must escape the clutches of that vile queen, my lord. If you take a course bearing north-east, on past the mountain of gryphons, you will be able to ford the Great River at Abez. Make haste though, for you will not be able to ford the river in winter!
gd: Feumaidh sibh teicheadh bhon bhànrigh olc ud, mo thighearna. Ma thèid sibh gu ear-thuath seachad air Sgùrr nan Iolairean-leòmhainn, tachraidh sibh air àth tro abhainn aig Abais. Greasaibh oirbh co-dhiù bhon nach tig leibh dol tarsainn an àth sa gheamhradh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you for your counsel, good friend! May our paths meet again in happier times!
gd: Gun robh math agaibh airson ur comhairle, a charaid! Gun tachradh sinn ri chèile a-rithist ri amannan as toilichte!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It greatly saddens me that Moremirmu was slain on the field, after he helped us.
gd: Tha mi fo bhròn bhon a chaidh Moiremearma a mharbhadh air a’ bhlàr às dèidh cobhair a thoirt dhuinn.

note: [message]: type=White Mage,Mage of Light
en: May he rest peacefully!
gd: Fois shìorraidh gun robh aig anam!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: He died fighting for you, Prince, just as any of us would be willing to die for you.
gd: Chaochail e a’ sabaid air ur son, a Phrionnsa mara chaochladh duine sam bith dhuinn gu togarach.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This place makes me feel uneasy, even with the undead retreating. Where may we go now?
gd: Cha ghabh mi socair san àite seo ged a tha na closaich air cùlachadh. Càite an rachamaid a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: The land of Wesnoth is not safe for us. The Queen’s forces reach every corner. We must make haste to the north lands, across the Great River. Let us go quickly!
gd: Chan eil dùthaich Bheasnaid sàbhailte dhuinn. Tha arm na bànrighe air feadh an àite. Feumaidh sinn car a chur dhinn thar na h&#8209;aibhne dhan taobh tuath. Greasamaid oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Indeed! Let us go from here!
gd: Greasamaid a-mach à seo a-nis!

note: [scenario]: id=10_Gryphon_Mountain
en: Gryphon Mountain
gd: Sgùrr nan iolairean-leòmhainn

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat the mother gryphon before the enemy does
gd: Cuir ruaig air màthair nan iolairean-leòmhainn mus dèan an nàmhaid e

note: [side]: type=General, id=Robryn
en: Robryn
gd: Robrain

note: [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Mother Gryphon
en: Mother Gryphon
gd: A’ Mhàthair

note: [side]: type=Gryphon, id=Mother Gryphon
en: Gryphons
gd: Iolairean-leòmhann

note: [event]
en: Graak
gd: Gràc

note: [event]
en: Grook
gd: Gròc

note: [event]
en: Gruak
gd: Gruac

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What is this place? That is one big mountain!
gd: Dè an àite seo? Abair thusa gur e beinn mhòr a tha siud!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: That is the fabled Gryphon Mountain.
gd: Seo sgùrr nan iolairean-leòmhainn seannsgeulach.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Gryphon Mountain! Maybe we could steal some eggs from the gryphons and train the young to be flying mounts. Would that work, Delfador?
gd: Sgùrr nan iolairean-leòmhainn! Saoil an goid sinn uighean bho na h&#8209;iolairean-leòmhainn ’s an doir sinn trèanadh dha na h&#8209;iseanan ach an urrainn dhuinn am marcadh tron adhair. An obraicheadh seo, a Dheilfeadair?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We can try to do that, but we must be careful. To disturb the gryphons could prove dangerous... and yet such mounts could help us greatly later. Whatever we do, we must pass by this place.
gd: ’S urrainn sinn seo fheuchainn, ach feumaidh sinn a bhith faiceallach. Faodaidh e bhith cunnartach dragh a chur air na h&#8209;iolairean-leòmhainn… ach bhiodh munntaichean dhen leithid uabhasach feumail dhuinn an uairsin. Ge b’ dè nì sinn, feumaidh sinn siubhal thar an àite seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Well, let’s start climbing the mountain!
gd: Uill, dìricheamaid a’ bheinn a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Here are the mother gryphon’s eggs!
gd: Seo na h&#8209;uighean aig màthair nan iolairean-leòmhainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Excellent! We should be able to breed gryphons for our own uses now!
gd: Nach math sin! Bu chòir dha a bhith comasach dhuinn a-nis iolairean-leòmhainn a thàrmachadh ach an cleachd sinn iad!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It appears that we are not the only ones interested in this mountain. Once again the Queen opposes us!
gd: Chan e sinne a-mhàin aig a bheil ùidh sa bheinn seo a-rèir coltais. Tha a’ bhànrigh a’ seasamh ’nur n&#8209;aghaidh a-rithist!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Quickly, men! Onward!
gd: Togaibh oirbh, a chàirdean! Air an aghaidh!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Ha ha! We have killed this foul beast of the air, and can deny the rebels its eggs!
gd: Ha ha! Rinn sinn a’ chùis air droch-bhèist an adhair seo is chan fhaigh na h&#8209;aramaichean faisg air a h&#8209;uighean!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We have defeated them! Now what do we do?
gd: Chuir sinn ruaig orra! Dè a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We must continue north. It is too late to return to the safety of Elensefar or Alduin before winter falls. We must therefore cross the great river and continue toward the land of the dwarves. Hurry, let us go!
gd: Feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart gu tuath. Tha e ro anmoch gus tilleadh gu comraich ann an Eleansafar no Alduin mus tig an geamhradh oirnn. Mar sin, feumaidh sinn dol tarsainn air an abhainn mhòir ach an tog sinn dùthaich nan troichean oirnn. Greas oirbh, tiugainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: With these gryphon eggs we should be able to breed gryphons that will serve us. When they are large enough to carry mounts, we can hire gryphon riders!
gd: Bu chòir dha bhith comasach dhuinn a-nis iolairean-leòmhainn a thàrmachadh leis na h&#8209;uighean seo ach am frithealadh iad sinn. ’S urrainn dhuinn marcaichean iolair-leòmhainn fhastadh nuair a bhios iad mòr gu leòr gus am marcadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It is a shame we could not get those gryphon eggs. I am glad we did not slaughter any gryphons. They are magnificent animals (looks back at the mountain). Still...
gd: ’S truagh nach d’ fhuair sinn na h&#8209;uighean iolaire-leòmhainn ud. Tha mi toilichte nach do mharbh sinn iolaire-leòmhainn co-dhiù. ’S e beathaichean iongantach a th’ annta (tha e a’ toirt sùil air ais air a’ bheinn). Ach…

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Whoa!!
gd: Seallaibh!!

note: [then]
en: Graik
gd: Gràic

note: [then]
en: Griak
gd: Griac

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Indeed, the majestic beasts were now circling the mountain’s peak. Several glared in Konrad’s direction, their eagle eyes fixed on him at an incredible distance.
gd: Gu dearbh, bha na bèistean uasail a’ cuairteachadh mullach na beinne a-nis. Thug cuid dhiubh sùil fhiadhaich air Conall, sùilean nan leòmhann geura a’ mothachadh dha bho astar do-chreidinneach e.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Amazing! I have never before heard of such behavior in gryphons.
gd: Nach mìorbhaileach sin! Cha chuala mi a-riamh gum biodh giùlan mar seo ann an iolaire-leòmhainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What does it mean?
gd: Dè as ciall dha?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I do not know. Come now, the show is over.
gd: Chan eil fios agam. Tiugainn a-nis, na seall orra tuilleadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It is a shame we could not get those gryphon eggs — they would surely have given us an advantage sometime. Still, we must continue.
gd: ’S truagh nach d’ fhuair sinn na h&#8209;uighean iolaire-leòmhainn ud – bhiodh iad ’nam buannachd dhuinn san àm ri teachd gun teagamh. Feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart co-dhiù.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Let us continue onward!
gd: Tiugainn mar-thà!

note: [modify_unit]: type=Gryphon, id=Rampant Graak
en: Rampant Graak
gd: Gràc sùrdagach

note: [modify_unit]: type=Gryphon, id=Rampant Grook
en: Rampant Grook
gd: Groc sùrdagach

note: [modify_unit]: type=Gryphon, id=Rampant Gruak
en: Rampant Gruak
gd: Gruac sùrdagach

note: [scenario]: id=11_The_Ford_of_Abez
en: The Ford of Abez
gd: Àth Abais

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Konrad to the north side of the river
gd: Gluais Conall dhan taobh tuath na h&#8209;aibhne

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Gaga-Breuk
en: Gaga-Breuk
gd: Gaga-Breuc

note: [side]
en: Monsters
gd: Biastan

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: This is the Ford of Abez. When we ford this river, we will be leaving Wesnoth, and entering the lands of the North. The dwarves once ruled these lands, but they are now filled only with chaos. This is where your father and uncle were betrayed, almost twenty-one years ago now, Konrad.
gd: Seo Àth Abais. Fàgaidh sinn Beasnaid is ruigidh sinn an taobh tuath taobh thall na h&#8209;aibhne. Bhiodh an dùthaich sin fo smachd nan troichean uair ach chan eil ach ùpraid innte a-nis. Seo far an deach d’ athair is bràthair d’ athar a bhrathadh cha mhòr bliadhna air fhichead air ais, a Chonaill.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Really? So what happened, Delfador?
gd: Am b’ e ann a sheo a bh’ ann? Dè dhèirich dhaibh, a Dheilfeadair?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The forces of the King were encamped here, and the forces of the north were on the north side of the river. For three days and three nights the armies faced each other, neither willing to ford the river. On the fourth day, the northern armies crossed and attacked us.
gd: Bha feachd an rìgh a’ campachadh ann a sheo ’s feachd an taoibh thuaith thar na h&#8209;aibhne. Dh’fhuirich an da fheachd fad trì oidhche is latha bhon a bha iad amharasach mu thighinn tron àth. Thàinig feachd an taoibh thuaith thar na h&#8209;aibhne air a’ cheathramh latha is thug iad ionnsaigh oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: And then... we were defeated?
gd: Is an uairsin… an ann a chaidh ruaig a chur orra?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We were winning the battle. We were repelling them...
gd: Bha sinn a’ bhuannachd a’ bhlàir. Bha sinn ’gam bualadh air ais…

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: And then the King’s son, in the heat of battle, turned upon the King!
gd: Ach thionndaidh mac an rìgh ’na aghaidh an uairsin ann am meadhan a’ bhlàir!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But you avenged the murder. You killed the Prince. Right, Delfador?
gd: Ach ghabh sibh dìoghaltas airson a’ mhuirt. Mharbh sibh am prionnsa, nach do mharbh, a Dheilfeadair?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: When I saw the King betrayed and his banner fallen, I fled the battle. I know not now whether it was wisdom or cowardice, but I did flee, seeing no further hope on that day.
gd: Theich mi bhon bhlàr nuair a chunnaic mi am brath air an rìgh ’s gun do thuit a bhratach. Chan eil mi cinnteach am b’ e gliocas no gealtachd a bh’ ann, ach ’s ann gun do theich mi leis an dubh-ghèill.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh, but the elves always told me that you killed the Prince, Delfador, even though you never talked about it.
gd: An do theich? Ach ’s ann gun do dh’innseadh na sìthichean dhomh gu tric gun do mharbh sibh am prionnsa, a Dheilfeadair, ged nach bruidhneadh sibh fhèin mu dhèidhinn a-riamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: That foolish boy killed himself.
gd: Mharbh an t&#8209;amadan e fhèin.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What do you mean?
gd: Cò air a tha sibh a-mach?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I mustered men to fight against the traitor-king, and of course Asheviere too, for she was behind it all. We met them; not here, but on the road from Weldyn, at Tath. We were outnumbered, perhaps four to one. In the heat of battle, that boy, fool that he was, came charging at me, slashing wildly. I had little choice but to end his life.
gd: Thrus mi daoine gus sabaid a dhèanamh an aghaidh an rìgh mhealltaich is Aisebheir cuideachd, oir b’ ise a bha air cùlaibh na cùise. Choinnich sinn riutha chan ann ann a sheo ach aig Tath air rathad Bhealdain. Bha mòran a bharrachd dhiubhsan ann, mu cheathrar aca airson gach fir againn fhìn. Thàinig an t&#8209;amadan orm ann am meadhan a’ bhlàir, a’ feuchainn orm air boile leis a’ chlaidheamh. Cha robh roghainn agam ach crìoch a chur air a bheatha.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So it is true, you did kill him?
gd: Mar sin, nach eil e fìor gun do mharbh sibh e?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: He did die in battle at my hand. It is sad that your brothers did not have the opportunity to experience such an honorable death, Konrad.
gd: ’S ann gun tug mi bàs dha air a’ bhlàr. ’S truagh nach d’ fhuair na bràithrean agad an cothrom air bàs cho onarach sin, a Chonaill.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: With all respect, my lords, we must make haste. We have to ford the river immediately. And, look! It seems that the guard-towers on the river banks are manned!
gd: Gabhaibh mo leisgeul, a thighearnaibh, ach feumaidh sinn togail oirnn. Feumaidh sinn dol thar na h&#8209;aibhne gun dàil. Seallaibh! Tha gearastan sna tùir air na bruachan!

note: [message]: speaker=Gaga-Breuk
en: Look! Some of the southerners, men of Wesnoth, are trying to cross into our lands! We will slaughter them by the river’s edge!
gd: Seallaibh! Tha deasaich, fir Bheasnaid, a’ fheuchainn ri tighinn a-steach dhan tìr againn! Bheir sinn bàs orra ri taobh na h&#8209;aibhne!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Isn’t there somewhere else we can cross? Maybe upstream?
gd: Nach eil slighe tarsainn eile an àite air choireigin? Suas na h&#8209;aibhne, ’s dòcha?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Winter quickly bears down upon us. We have only a few days to make the crossing, and the nearest bridge is far upstream. To be trapped south of the river when winter arrives would be suicide. Asheviere would have us trapped like rats! Look to the west! Asheviere has a border fort, and it seems to be full of soldiers! We must cross here, and quickly!
gd: Tha an geamhradh a’ tighinn oirnn gu luath. Chan eil ach beagan làithean air am fàgail dhuinn gus taobh eile na h&#8209;aibhne a thoirt oirnn ’s tha an drochaid as fhaisge fad air falbh bhuainn. Cha mhair sinn ma thèid ar glacadh taobh deas na h&#8209;aibhne ’s an geamhradh air a thighinn. Bhitheamaid mar radanan ann an ribe airson Aisebheir. Tha gearastan crìche aig Aisebheir is tha e làn shaighdearan a-rèir coltais. Feumaidh sinn dèanamh thar na h&#8209;aibhne gu luath!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: There they are! So it is true, they foiled the undead. Now they are trying to leave Wesnoth. We can’t let them cross the river. After them, men!
gd: Seo iadsan! ’S e an fhìrinn a-nis gun do sheas iad an aghaidh nan closach. Tha iad a’ feuchainn ri Beasnad fhàgail. Na leigeamaid leotha taobh eile na h&#8209;aibhne a ruigsinn. Dèanaibh às an dèidh, a chàirdean!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Not her again! We must hurry! Do not forget to bring the gryphon eggs. They must be allowed more time to hatch. Quickly!
gd: An ise a-rithist? Greasamaid oirnn! Na dìochuimhnichibh na h&#8209;uighean iolaire-leòmhainn a thoirt leibh. Feumaidh iad barrachd ùine gus an tig iad a-mach. Gu luath!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Not her again! Quickly! We must hurry!
gd: An ise a-rithist? Gu luath! Greasamaid oirnn!

note: [message]: type=Royal Guard
en: Stop! You shall not pass!
gd: Stadaibh! Chan fhaod sibh dol seachad!

note: [message]
en: Quick, reinforcements, protect the Princess!
gd: Foirlionadh gu luath, dìonaibh a’ bhana-phrionnsa!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Quick, reinforcements!
gd: Foirlionadh gu luath!

note: [message]
en: Protect the Princess!
gd: Dìonaibh a’ bhana-phrionnsa!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: You drive me from the field, but you have not vanquished me, impostor!
gd: Chuir sibh ruaig bhon bhlàr orm, ach cha deach mo cheannsachadh, a mhealltair!

note: [event]
en: Water Serpent
gd: Nathair-uisge

note: [event]
en: Cuttle Fish
gd: Gubarnach

note: [message]: type=Water Serpent
en: Ruaarrrrrrrr!
gd: Ruàrrrrrrrr!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What is that?
gd: Dè fon ghrèin?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Creatures of the deep are upon us! This may be very dangerous. Be quick! We must get to the other side with all haste!
gd: Thàinig beathaichean na doimhne oirnn! Faodaidh iad a bhith glè chunnartach. Siuthadaibh! Feumaidh sinn an taobh thall a ruigsinn cho luath ’s a ghabhas!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We made it across the river safely! Where to now?
gd: Ràinig sinn taobh thall na h&#8209;aibhne gu sàbhailte! Càite an tèid sinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: If we are to have any hope of penetrating into Knalga, we must continue north to seek help from the Dwarves of the Heart Mountains.
gd: Cha ruig sinn Knalga gun taic. Feumaidh sinn siubhal gu tuath an toiseach feuch an doir na troichean a dh’fhuiricheas ann am Monadh na Cridhe cobhair dhuinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I cannot believe it. They have made it away! We must make chase. After them, men! Let us cross the river too! We will meet again, foul impostor.
gd: Cha chreid gun do theich iad bhuainn! Feumaidh sinn dol às an dèidh. Siuthadaibh, a ghillean! Rachamaid thar na h&#8209;aibhne cuideachd! Tachraidh sinn ort a-rithist, a mhealltair an donais!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Do you think she’s really going to chase us, Delfador?
gd: A bheil sibh den bheachd gun tig i air ar tòir dha-rìribh, a Dheilfeadair?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It surely looks like she will try. But many more creatures than we have fought lurk in this river; that will make it difficult for her. We must continue onward. If she makes it across before winter, then so be it!
gd: Thig gun teagamh. Ach tha iomadh creutair eile san abhainn seo fhathast ris nach do rinn sinn sabaid ’s chan fhaigh i seachad orra gun duilgheadas. Feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart. Ma thig i thar na h&#8209;aibhne ron gheamhradh, sin mar a bhios e!

note: [scenario]: id=12_Northern_Winter
en: Northern Winter
gd: Geamradh tuathail

note: [part]
en: Across the river were lands few humans had ever visited. The occasional distant thutter of orcish signal drums made the abundant pine forests nestled in rolling foothills both breathtaking and ominous.
gd: Cha do thadhail mòran dhaoine air an tìr taobh tuath na h&#8209;aibhne a-riamh. Bha na coilltean giuthais air na tulaichean drùidhteach ach eagalach le caismeachd drumaichean-sanais nan deamhan air astar.

note: [part]
en: Swirling, snow-laden winds tore at Konrad’s army, signaling the final exit of autumn and the onset of what would be a harsh winter.
gd: Chuir an sneachd grabadh air adhart feachd Chonaill, a’ fàisneachadh crìoch an fhoghair agus toiseach geamhraidh chruaidh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This winter is bitterly cold! Perhaps we should stop here and rest a while.
gd: Nach fuar an geamhradh seo! ’S dòcha gum bu chòir dhuinn stad an-seo gus beagan fois a ghabhail.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Stop and rest? My lord, we must go hard after the Sceptre of Fire, lest it fall into the hands of our enemies!
gd: Stad is fois? Mo thighearna, feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn an tòir air slat-rìoghail an teine mus faigh an nàmhaid greim air!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We have had a hard march ever since we were besieged by the undead in that foul valley. Now winter bears down upon us, and we have spent most of our money. This land looks fertile enough. Surely we can settle here for the winter!
gd: Tha sinn air a bhith a’ siubhal gun fhois bhon a thug na closaich ionnsaigh oirnn sa ghlinn uilc ud. Tha an geamhradh a’ tighinn oirnn a-nis ’s sinn air a’ mhòr-chuid den airgead againn a chosg. Tha coltas torrach gu leòr air an dùthaich seo. Nach tuinich sinn ann rè a’ gheamhraidh?

note: [message]: role=human-advisor
en: Yes, let us rest a while! I am sure there are many challenges ahead, and I do not think I could endure another like the fording of the river for many days.
gd: Seadh, carson nach fhaigh sinn beagan fois? Tha mi cinnteach gum bi iomadh dùbhlan romhainn fhathast mar a bha dol tron àth ud agus cha chreid mi gun seas sinn an aghaidh a leithid dùbhlain a-rithist feadh iomadh latha.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We are pursued by the forces of your arch-enemy, chasing the Sceptre of Fire, the fate of the realm in our hands, and you humans want to stop and rest? Onward, I say!
gd: Tha feachd ur àrd-nàmhaid às ar dèidh an tòir air slat-rìoghail an teine agus dàn an rìoghachd ’nar làmhan ach na daoine a tha sibhse airson stad ’s fois? Tiugainn, a chàirdean!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: They are right, Kalenz. I had wanted to acquire the Sceptre within a moon, but it is not to be. Our soldiers will begin to desert if they do not rest soon. But in these wild north lands, we must fight even for the right to rest. Look to the north! Those foul orcs will not allow us any peace!
gd: Ach tha iad ceart, a Chalains. Chuir mi romham gun gabhamaid slat-rìoghail an teine ro dheireadh a’ mhìosa ach cha tèid leinn. Dìobraidh na saighdearan sinn mura faigh iad fois a dh’aithghearr. Co-dhiù no co-dheth, feumaidh sinn sabaid eadhon ach am faod sinn fois a ghabhail san dùthaich fhiadhaich thuaith seo. Thoireamaid ur n&#8209;aire gu tuath! Chan fhaigh sinn sìth sam bith bho na deamhain olca ud!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Then we shall wrest control of the land from them. To arms!
gd: Feumaidh sinn an smachd air an dùthaich seo a thoirt bhuapa ma-thà. Togamaid airm!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: More snow is falling. We must finish this battle quickly. Onward, men!
gd: Tha i a’ cur barrachd sneachda. Feumaidh sinn an cath seo a chrìochnachadh gu luath. Air adhart, a chàirdean!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We must make haste before the snow overwhelms us!
gd: Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn mus tèid sinn fodha fon t&#8209;sneachd!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Victory is ours! We have secured the land from the orcs. Now we can rest here while the cold winter passes.
gd: Rinn sinn a’ chùis orra! Ghabh sinn an tìr bho na deamhain. ’S urrainn dhuinn fois a ghabhail a-nis gus am bi an geamhradh fuar seachad.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Let us not rest for too long though, friends. We must still reach the ancient dwarven lands before our foes do.
gd: Na gabhamaid fois ro fhada co-dhiù, a chàirdean. Feumaidh sinn seann dùthaich nan troichean a ruigsinn ro ar nàimhdean fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A camp was pitched in a secluded valley that protected its occupants from the worst of the winter weather and roving orc patrols. During this time, the valley walls echoed with the squeaks of gryphon hatchlings, who happily frolicked across the camp.
gd: Thugadh campachadh ann an gleann iomallach a thug fasgadh don luchd-còmhnaidh bhon ghaoth geamhraidh as fhuaire ’s bho chuairteachan nan deamhan. Air feadh na glinne, chluinneadh mac-talla air bìogadh nan iseanan iolaire-leòmhainn a’ mire tron champachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Konrad set his shamans to the task of corralling the animals. The elvish shamans had a natural rapport with the gryphlets, whose wings were still too small to carry a mount.
gd: Chuir Conall na seumanan fo dhleastanas gus cùram a ghabhail air na beathaichean. Bha dàimh nàdarra aig na seumanan-sìthe ris na h&#8209;iseanan iolaire-leòmhainn a bha ro bheag fhathast ach am b’ urrainn dhaibh duine a ghiùlan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Konrad finally decided he could not wait until the gryphons grew to maturity — Delfador’s insistence that the Sceptre must be recovered was too compelling. And so after many days of rest, the party set out once again for the dwarven kingdom...
gd: Ràinig Conall an co-dhùnadh mu dheireadh thall nach b’ urrainn dhaibh feitheamh gus an ràinigeadh na h&#8209;iseanan an inbheachd – chuir Deilfeadar an ìre gum biodh aca ris an slat-rìoghail a thogail. Mar sin, thug am buidheann an rathad orra an comhair dùthaich nan troichean às dèidh iomadh latha sìtheil…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A camp was pitched in a secluded valley that protected its occupants from the worst of the winter weather and roving orc patrols.
gd: Thugadh campachadh ann an gleann iomallach a thug fasgadh don luchd-còmhnaidh bhon ghaoth geamhraidh as fuaire ’s cuairteachan nan deamhan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Eventually Delfador’s insistence that the Sceptre must be recovered proved too compelling, even when it meant dismantling the camp without the spring having yet fully arrived. And so after many days of rest, the party set out once again for the dwarven kingdom...
gd: Bhon a chuireadh Deilfeadar an ìre gum biodh aca ris an slat-rìoghail a thogail, thug iad romhpa an campachadh fhàgail mus do ràinig an t&#8209;earrach gu tur. Mar sin, thug am buidheann an rathad orra an comhair dùthaich nan troichean às dèidh iomadh latha sìtheil…

note: [scenario]: id=13_The_Dwarven_Doors
en: The Dwarven Doors
gd: Dorsan nan Troich

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Konrad to the entrance of the dwarven tunnels
gd: Gluais Conall gu doras tunailean nan troichean

note: [side]: type=Orcish Slurbow, id=Knafa-Telfar
en: Knafa-Telfar
gd: Knafa-Tealfar

note: [label]
en: Pillars of Thunedain
gd: Carraighean Thùnadain

note: [label]
en: The Great Doors
gd: Na dorsan mòra

note: [scenario]: id=13_The_Dwarven_Doors
en: Royal Guard
gd: Geàrd Rìoghail

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: At last, this is the entrance to the dwarven tunnels.
gd: Mu dheireadh thall, seo doras do thunailean nan troichean.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: All I can see are ruins and poor villages.
gd: Chan fhaic mi ach sgrios agus bailtean bochda.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: The poor villagers that once lived here and traded with the dwarves are now held in slavery by the orcs.
gd: Chaidh muinntir nam bailtean bochda a bhiodh a’ còmhnaidh an-seo ’s a’ malairt leis na troichean a chur fo thràilleachd leis na deamhain.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Slaves to the evil orcs? We must liberate them!
gd: ’Nan tràillean do na deamhain olca? Feumaidh sinn an saorachadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: That would not be a wise choice, for our mission is to retrieve the Sceptre of Fire. If we tarry in this place, hordes of orcs will surround us.
gd: Cha b’ e roghainn glic a bhiodh ann bhon a tha sinn ag amas slat-rìoghail an teine a thogail. Ma dh’fhuiricheas sinn san àite seo, thèid ar cuairteachadh le treudan nan deamhan.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Konrad, heed the words of Delfador. We shall return to wrest the grip of the orcs from these lands. Look — orcs are already gathering. More are surely on their way.
gd: A Chonaill, èistibh ri Deilfeadar. Tillidh sinn gus an dùthaich seo a shaorachadh bho smachd nan deamhan. Seallaibh – tha deamhain a’ tional mar-thà. Tha barrachd dhiubh gu bhith tighinn gun teagamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This does not please me, but I will listen to your advice.
gd: Chan eil mi toilichte le seo, ach èistidh mi ri ur comhairle.

note: [message]: role=Rider
en: Sir, I should like to scout out the path ahead. It would be disaster for us to find these doors sealed, leaving us as hunting fodder for the gathering horde.
gd: A thighearna, bu toil leam an t&#8209;slighe romhainn a rùrachadh. Bhiodh an latha-dubh oirnn nam biodh na dorsan glaiste romhainn ’s tional nan deamhan ’gar sealg.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Excellent. We must find a way underground before we are overwhelmed.
gd: Glè mhath. Feumaidh sinn slighe fon talamh a lorg mus cuirear ceann-fodha oirnn.

note: [message]: role=Outlaw_Advisor
en: My uncle used to smuggle... err... I mean... trade food for the dwarves. He could get grain carts in under the very noses of those ugly orcs.
gd: Bhiodh bràthair m’ athar a’ to… uill … chanainn-sa … a’ malart biadh às leth nan troichean. Fhuaireadh e a-steach le cairtean gràinne fo shròintean nan deamhan grànnda ud.

note: [message]: role=Outlaw_Advisor
en: He must be hiding in one of those villages.
gd: Feumaidh gu bheil e ’na fhalach ann an aon dhe na bhailtean ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: The defense of the dwarves must have been strong. Look at those ruined towers!
gd: Feumaidh gun robh daingneachadh nan troichean làidir. Seallaibh na tùir bhriste ud!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The battle outside was fierce and lasted a full half-year. But, the battles inside the tunnels were worse.
gd: Bha an cogadh taobh a-muigh fiadhaich agus mhair e leth-bhliadhna. Co-dhiù, bha an cath taobh a-staigh nan tunailean na bu mhiosa.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The pillars of Thunedain. He was a legendary dwarvish lord who made his last stand here. May we triumph where he fell.
gd: Seo carraighean Thùnadain. B’ e tighearna seann-sgeulach nan troichean a bh’ ann a sheas an-seo gus an deireadh. Gum maireamaid far an do thuit e.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I would settle for escape, though I know not which I dread more: foul orcs or fetid caves.
gd: B’ fhearr leam teicheadh ged nach eil mi cinnteach na bhiodh nas eagalaiche: deamhain olca no uamhan loibheach.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Back to the abyss, spawn of filth!
gd: Air ais dhan aigeann, sliochd an t&#8209;salachair!

note: [then]
en: Uncle Somf
gd: Bràthair-athar Somf

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Who... who’s here?
gd: Cò… cò th’ ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf The addressed person is the speaker's niece or nephew.
en: $outlaw_name|! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.
gd: $outlaw_name|! Dè do chor? ’S iomadh bliadhna bhon a bha thu ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf The mentioned person, $outlaw_name, is the speaker's niece or nephew.
en: Haw! Any friend of $outlaw_name is a friend of mine too.
gd: Ha! Tha caraid sam bith aig $outlaw_name ’na charaid dhomhsa cuideachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We need to make it into the caves of the dwarves.
gd: Feumaidh sinn uamhan nan troichean a ruigsinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf
en: The mine entrances were all collapsed intentionally during the fighting. The doors, while heavily defended, remain accessible. The orcish hordes that assault them are repulsed, but you may be able to sneak in unnoticed.
gd: Chaidh inntrigidhean dha na mèinnean a leagail a dh’aona-ghnòthaich rè a’ bhlàir. Gabhaidh tighinn a-steach tro na dorsan fhathast ged a thathar ’gan dìon le neart. Bacar tionalan nan deamhan a tha a’ toirt ionnsaigh orra, ach ’s math dh’fhaoidte gun goid sinn a-steach gun iadsan ’gar mothachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf
en: The best way is through the mine tunnels. The orcs have never found all the mine entrances, and many still lead deep underground.
gd: ’S e tunailean a’ mhèinne a th’ anns an t&#8209;slighe a-steach as fhearr. Cha do lorg na deamhain a h&#8209;uile inntrigeadh dhan mhèinn a-riamh agus thèid mòran dhiubh domhainn fon talamh fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf The addressed person is the speaker's niece or nephew.
en: How are we doing, $outlaw_name|?
gd: Dè do chor, $outlaw_name|?

note: [message]: speaker=$outlaw_advisor_store.id
en: The same as always, Uncle!
gd: Mar as àbhaist, bràthair m’ athar!

note: [message]: speaker=Uncle Somf
en: That bad, huh?
gd: Cho dona sin, an e?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The doors... they can be moved!
gd: Na dorsan… gabhaidh an gluasad!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Quickly, now, let us slip inside and hope the dwarves do not object...
gd: Greas oirbh a-nis, snàigeamaid a-steach an dòchas nach cuir na troichean ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh…

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: ... and that the orcs do not follow.
gd: … ’s nach lean na deamhain oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The doors are closed and barred from the inside!
gd: Tha na dorsan dùinte le crann bhon taobh a-taigh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We can’t get in! What should we do now?
gd: Chan fhaigh sinn a-steach! Dè nì sinn a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: It is said that the orcs used old mine tunnels to surprise the dwarves. There appears to be one nearby, to the north-east.
gd: Thathar ag ràdh gun cleachdadh na deamhain seann tunailean na mèinne gus an sgiath-chùil a bheirsinn de na troichean. Saoilidh mi gu bheil fear faisg oirnn gu ear-thuath.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Then we must make it to that tunnel!
gd: Feumaidh sinn dèanamh air an tunail ud ma-thà!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: This old mine seems to be connected to the main tunnels.
gd: Tha an t&#8209;seann mhèinn seo ceangailte ris na prìomh thunailean a-rèir coltais.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I am hesitant to enter. It will be so difficult in the darkness!
gd: Chan eil mi cinnteach am bu chòir dhuinn dol a-steach. Bi e cho doirbh san dorchadas!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There is no time for idle chatter or delay of any kind. Onward!
gd: Chan eil ùine againn airson dàil no cabadaich fuadain sam bith. Siuthadaibh!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I have reached the mine entrance, but there is no tunnel here. Rock and rubble completely block the way.
gd: Ràinig mi inntrigeadh dhan mhèinn, ach chan eil tunail an-seo. Tha clachan ’s sprùilleach a’ bacadh na slighe gu tur.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I hope we can make it through the main doors, then.
gd: Tha mi ’n dòchas gum faigh sinn a-steach tro na prìomh dhorsan ma-thà.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It is our only choice now. Hurry!
gd: Chan eil roghainn eile againn a-nis. Greasamaid oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Pray that we live to see sunlight again.
gd: Guidheam gum mair sinn beò ach am faic sinn solas na grèine a-rithist.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We have defeated the foul orcs guarding this land, but we must continue without rest. More will surely come!
gd: Chuir sinn ruaig air na deamhain olca a chumadh faire air an dùthaich seo, ach feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart gun tàmh. Thig barrachd dhiubh gun teagamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Indeed we must not delay. Let us breach the great doors to the dwarven kingdom.
gd: Na dèanamaid dàil. Briseamaid a-steach tro na dorsan mòra do rìoghachd nan troichean.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Indeed we must not delay. The mines in the northeast are the best way to enter.
gd: Na dèanamaid dàil. ’S e na mèinnean gu ear-thuath a th’ anns an t&#8209;slighe a-steach as fhearr.

note: [message]: speaker=Cuttle Fish
en: Ruarrrrr!!!
gd: Ruàrrrrr!!!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: A monster was hiding in that lake!
gd: Bha uilebheist ’na fhalach san loch ud!

note: [message]: role=whiner
en: The legend was true! There are always tentacled creatures hiding in the lakes near the dwarven tunnels.
gd: ’S e an fhìrinn a th’ anns an seann naidheachd! Tha an-còmhnaidh bèistean le greimichean ’nam falach sna lochan am fagas tunailean nan troichean.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: But Konrad’s party was not alone in entering the caves...
gd: Ach cha b’ e na h&#8209;aon daoine a chaidh a-steach do dh’uamhan nan troichean a bh’ ann am buidheann Chonaill…

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Whew! We made our way through the dangerous fog of the mountains, and now there is all this chaos before us! Come on, men! We must make it to the caves that lie ahead of us!
gd: Foiteag! Ràinig sinn tro cheò cunnartach nam beanntan agus chan eil romhainn ach an dubh-choimeasg! Siuthadaibh, a ghillean! Feumaidh sinn na h&#8209;uamhan thall a-bhos a thoirt oirnn.

note: [scenario]: id=14_Plunging_into_the_Darkness
en: Plunging into the Darkness
gd: Sìos dhan dorchadas

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find the dwarves
gd: Lorg na troichean

note: [side]: id=Relgorn, type=Dwarvish Lord
en: Relgorn
gd: Realgorn

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: It’s so dark in here I can hardly see!
gd: ’S gann gun lèir mi mo làmhan leis an dorchadas a-staigh an-seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It is dark indeed. We shall have to light torches and tread slowly and carefully. It may be there are still dwarves down here who can aid us!
gd: Tha e dorch dha-rìribh. Feumaidh sinn lòchrain a losgadh agus dol gu cùramach slaodach. ’S math dh’fhaoidte gu bheil troichean shìos an-seo fhathast a bheireadh cobhair dhuinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Indeed. We elves do not fare well in these dark pits.
gd: Abair e. Cha tèid gu math leis na sìthichean sna slocan dorcha seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Who are these that approach? Surface-dwellers! On your guard, men!
gd: Cò tha a’ teannadh oirnn? Tuinichean-uachdair? An aire, a ghillean!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We come in peace, friends. We come in peace!
gd: Chan eil ach sìth fainear dhuinn, a chàirdean. Sìth bitheadh eadarainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Oh, do you? I see that you are accompanied by elves. Can we dwarves not live in peace without the treacherous elves coming to bother us?
gd: Ò, am bitheadh? Chì mi gu bheil sìthichean còmhla ruibh. Cha doireadh na sìthichean meallta tàmh air na troichean.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Why such harsh words, dwarf? Elves have never done you any harm.
gd: Dè dh’adhbharaich na faclan cùrsa seo, a throich? Cha do rinn sìthiche cron oirbh a-riamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: ‘Never done us any harm?’ Why, I was there myself, when the elves refused to honor our alliance. Many dwarves were slaughtered, and you cowardly elves did nothing to help!
gd: Cron oirnn, nach do rinn? ’S ann gun robh mi fhìn an làthair nuair a dhiùlt na sìthichean an caidreachas againn a choileanadh. Chaidh iomadh troich a mharbhadh agus cha do rinn na gealtairean-sìthe dad gus cobhair a thoirt dhuinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: You go too far! I am Kalenz, a mighty elvish lord! How dare such as you, sniveling in his tunnel, call me a coward?
gd: Chaidh thu thar na còrach! ’S mise Calans, mòr-thighearna-sìthe! Na gabh ort ainm a’ ghealtair a thoirt orm, a smùcair nan tunailean!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Peace, friends! Peace! We must not fight among ourselves, for the evil orcs roam the lands above us.
gd: Sìth, a chàirdean! Sìth! Tha na deamhain olca pailt san tìr os ar cionn agus cha bu chòir dhuinn sabaid ’nar measg fhèin.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Very well! Explain your presence here then, human. Who are you? Why have you risked life and limb to come to Knalga, home of the dwarves?
gd: Ceart gu leòr! Mìnichibh na tha sibh ris an-seo ma-thà, a dhuine. Cò sibhse? Carson na chuir sibh ur beathannan fo chunnart a’ tighinn gu Knalga, dachaigh nan troichean?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Well, we... we...
gd: Uill, thà… thàinig…

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We have come so that an heir may claim his inheritance, that a king may claim his throne. We seek the Sceptre of Fire.
gd: Thàinig sinn ach am b’ urrainn do dh’oighre oighreachd a thagradh, ach am b’ urrainn do rìgh a chathair a ghabhail. Tha sinn a’ sireadh slat-rìoghail an teine.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: The Sceptre of Fire? Are you out of your minds? Surely you speak in jest!
gd: Slat-rìoghail an teine? A bheil sibh às ur rian? Tha sibh a’ tarraing asam gun teagamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We jest not, friend. We seek the Sceptre of Fire. We seek the help of the dwarves in finding it. But know that we will find it, whether you help us or not.
gd: Chan eil, a charaid. Tha sinn a’ sireadh slat-rìoghail an teine. Ghuidheamaid gun doireadh na troichean cobhair dhuinn gus a lorg. Lorgaidh sinn co-dhiù e, ur cobhair ann no às.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: You speak foolishness. No one even knows if the Sceptre of Fire still exists. And who is this heir, this king that you speak of?
gd: Chan eil sibh ach ri gòraiche. Chan eil fios co-dhiù a bheil slat-rìoghail an teine ann tuilleadh gus nach eil. Agus cò an t&#8209;oighre sin, an rìgh sin air a bheil sibh a-mach?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I am, sir.
gd: ’S mì, a thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: You? Ha ha! This boy that stands before me is the King of Wesnoth? Ha ha! I haven’t had such a laugh in a long time. And who are you, old man?
gd: Thusa? Ha ha! Rìgh Bheasnaid, an gille ud ’na sheasamh romham? Ha ha! Tha do rinn mi lachan dhen leithid bho chionn fhada. Agus cò sibhse, a bhodaich?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am Delfador, Delfador the Great, Arch Mage to King Garard, and Protector of his heir.
gd: ’S mise Deilfeadar, Deilfeadar Mòr, Àrd-dhraoidh do Rìgh Garard agus Tèarmannair oighre.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: You... you are Delfador? I saw Delfador when I was but a young dwarf, and I will tell you, old man, you are not Delfador. Men! Take these liars out of my sight. Delfador perished many years ago.
gd: Sibhse… an sibhse Deilfeadar? Chunnaic mi Deilfeadar nuair a bha mi òg agus innsidh mi dhuibh, a bhodaich, chan e Deilfeadar a th’ annaibh. A ghillean! Thoiribh na mealltairean ud air falbh bhuam. Fhuair Deilfeadar bàs bho chionn iomadh bliadhna.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am Delfador the Great! Tremble before my wrath!
gd: ’S mise Deilfeadar Mòr! Crith oirbh le m’ fhearg!

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: You... you really are Delfador! But we had news that you were dead, years ago!
gd: Is… ’s sibhse Deilfeadar dha-rìribh! Ach chuala sinn an droch naidheachd gun do chaochail sibh iomadh bliadhna air ais!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: They thought I was dead. They hoped I was dead. Yet still I live.
gd: Shaoil iad gun robh mi marbh. Bha iad an dòchas gum bithinn marbh. Ach tha mi beò fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: And you really think that you can find the Sceptre of Fire?
gd: Agus a bheil sibh dhen bheachd dha-rìribh gun gabh slat-rìoghail an teine a lorg?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, I do. If you help us, friend, all the treasures of Knalga that we find are yours. We want only the Sceptre. It will be dangerous. Make no mistake about that: dwarves will be killed, perhaps many dwarves. But surely it is better than hiding from the orcs like worms.
gd: Gabhaidh, gabhaidh dha-rìribh. Ma bheir sibh cobhair dhuinn, a charaid, ’s ann leibhse a bhios gach ulaidh Khnalga a lorgas sinn. Chan eil sinn ach an tòir air an t&#8209;slat-rìoghail. Bidh e cunnartach. Cha mheall mi sibh: gheibh troichean bàs, grunn dhiubh ma dh’fhaoidte. Ach bhiodh sin na b’ fheàrr gun teagamh na cumail ’nur falach bho na deamhain mar chnuimheagan.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: You are right, friend. I will put my best men at your disposal, though we know naught of the Sceptre’s location. Legend says it is hidden in the eastern tunnels.
gd: Bhitheadh gu dearbh, a charaid. Bheir mi na daoine as fhearr agam dhuibh ged nach eil fios againn càit’ a bheil an slat-rìoghail. Tha e falaichte sna tunailean gu ear oirnn a-rèir seann naidheachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Then to the eastern tunnels we shall go!
gd: Thoireamaid na tunailean gu ear oirnn ma-thà!

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Shaman, id=Gryphon Tender
en: Gryphon Tender
gd: Buachaille iolair-leòmhainn

note: [message]: speaker=Gryphon Tender
en: I am sorry, Prince Konrad. The young gryphons are breaking their ropes. They are simply getting too large and too restless to restrain anymore!
gd: Tha mi duilich, a’ Phrionnsa Chonaill. Tha na h&#8209;iolairean-leòmhainn òga a’ briseadh an ròpannan. Tha iad air fàs ro mhòr ’s ro an-fhoiseil ach an cuireamaid bacadh orra.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: What’s this? Gryphons in my castle? Remove the beasts!
gd: Dè seo? Iolairean-leòmhainn sa chaisteal agam? Thoiribh na biastan air falbh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Beasts? We were planning to use them as mounts.
gd: Biastan, an e? Bha fainear dhuinn marcadh orra.

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Ha ha! Gryphons as mounts! Is there no end to your folly?
gd: Ha ha! Marcadh air iolairean-leòmhainn! Tha ur gòraiche gun chrìch!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: (looks miffed)
gd: (fiamh diombach air)

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Well, if you must go on with this mad scheme, I shall supply you with my own troops as riders! A frail human — or worse, an elf — would never be able to handle their violent instincts!
gd: Uill uill, ma tha sibh airson leantainn air adhart leis a’ phlana chraicte seo, bheir mi saighdearan agam fhìn dhuibh mar mharcaichean! Cha làimhsicheadh duine – no, na bu mhiosa buileach, sìthiche – an nàdar ainneartach!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador Relgorn is a Dwarvish Lord
en: Temper your anger. Lord Relgorn’s manner may be rough, but surely there is nothing wrong with his suggestion?
gd: Na gabhaibh caothach. ’S dòcha gu bheil dòigh Tighearna Realgoirn car mìomhail, ach chan eil dad cearr air na mhol e, a bheil?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Well, I suppose...
gd: Uill, ’s dòcha nach eil…

note: [unit]: type=Gryphon Rider, id=Mounted Dwarf
en: Mounted Dwarf
gd: Troich mharcach

note: [message]: speaker=Mounted Dwarf
en: Whoa there... No need to be surly, now. Easy...easy... now GO!
gd: Seas a-nis… Chan eil adhbhar iargaill ann. Socair… socair… SIUTHAD!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You can now recruit fearsome Gryphon Riders!
gd: ’S urrainn dhut marcaichean iolair-leòmhainn eagalach a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Relgorn
en: Though they stink, gryphons are magnificent animals. They may not be able to navigate our twisted caverns very well, but if you ever see the surface again, they will dominate the skies. Best of luck, Allies-of-Knalga.
gd: ’S e beathaichean mòralach a th’ anns na h&#8209;iolairean-leòmhainn ged a bhios droch-bholadh orra. ’S dòcha nach tèid gu math leotha le siubhal nan uamhan, ach ma ruigeas sibh an t&#8209;uachdar a-rithist, bidh làmh an uachdair air na speuran aca. Gura math a thèid leibh, a chaidreabhachaibh Khnalga.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hmm... there seems to be a secret passage behind these rocks!
gd: An-dà… tha slige dhìomhair air cùlaibh nan creagan ud a-rèir coltais!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: There is a great fortune in this chest of treasure! I can count two hundred pieces of gold!
gd: Tha saoibhreas mòr sa chiste-ulaidh seo! Chunnt mi 200 bonn òir!

note: [scenario]: id=15_The_Lost_General
en: The Lost General
gd: An ceann-armailt caillte

note: [side]: id=Geldar, type=Dwarvish Lord
en: Geldar
gd: Gealdar

note: [side]: id=Lionel, type=Death Knight
en: Lionel
gd: Leòmhail

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We are now in the main dwarvish caverns.
gd: Tha sinn ann am prìomh uamhan nan troichean a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Underground roads once led to the different parts of the complex, but now everything lies in ruins.
gd: Bhiodh rathaidean fon talamh ann do gach roinn den ionad, ach tha a h&#8209;uile rud air a mhilleadh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The sign says ‘Guest quarters’.
gd: Tha “Fàrdach nan aoighean” sgrìobhte air an t&#8209;sanas.

note: [event]
en: Burlin
gd: Burlain

note: [message]: speaker=Burlin
en: My uncle’s family drowned after the orcs flooded that cavern...
gd: Bhàthaich teaghlach bràthair m’ athar nuair an do thuilich na deamhain an uamh ud…

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A hidden whirlpool sucks you down into a subterranean current!
gd: Tha cuairt-shruth falaichte ’gad shlugadh sìos fon talamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: What’s this, more trolls? Aye, come to papa, little whelps.
gd: Dè seo, barrachd athach, an e? Nach tig sibh gu dadaidh, cuileanan bheaga.

note: [message]
en: Hello? Who is here?
gd: Halò? Cò th’ ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: What in the world are you? Some sort o’ monster’s appendage set tae lure me down to be yer watery meal, eh?
gd: Dè seòrsa creutair a th’ annad? Greimiche uilebheist air choireigin a thog sìos mi gus m’ ithe, an e?

note: [message] Comic relief
en: I am a merman, dweller of the vast oceans! Do not ask me what I am doing in a cave. My lord can be somewhat eccentric. We are fighting at the side of your fellow cave-dwellers to drive back the orcs and trolls.
gd: Buinidh mi dha shluagh-mhara nan cuantan mòra! Na faighnich dhiom dè tha mi ris ann an uamh. Tha mo thighearna ri iomrallachd air amannan. Tha sinn a’ strì còmhla ri muinntir nan uamhan gus cuidhteas fhaighinn dhe na deamhain ’s athaich.

note: [message] Comic relief
en: I am a mermaid, dweller of the vast oceans! Do not ask me what I am doing in a cave. My lord can be somewhat eccentric. We are fighting at the side of your fellow cave-dwellers to drive back the orcs and trolls.
gd: Buinidh mi dha shluagh-mhara nan cuantan mòra! Na faighnich dhiom dè tha mi ris ann an uamh. Tha mo thighearna ri iomrallachd air amannan. Tha sinn a’ strì còmhla ri muinntir nan uamhan gus cuidhteas fhaighinn dhe na deamhain ’s athaich.

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: (sniffs) A mer-mahn. Never heard of it. I doubt yer as tasty as my friends here.
gd: (le tarcais) Sluagh-mara. Cha chuala mi mun dèidhinn a-riamh. Cha chreid mi gu bheil thu cho blasta ’s a tha mo chàirdean ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: (sniffs) A mer-mead. Never heard of it. I doubt yer as tasty as my friends here.
gd: (le tarcais) Sluagh-mara. Cha chuala mi mun dèidhinn a-riamh. Cha chreid mi gu bheil thu cho blasta ’s a tha mo chàirdean ud.

note: [message]
en: Why are you down here? Are those... troll carcasses?
gd: Carson a tha thu sìos an-seo? An e … cuirp athach thall an-siud?

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: I was brawlin’ with these wee pups here defending my outpost. We got a little carried away, fell in the water, and were sucked down intae this grotto.
gd: Cha b’ e ach beagan tuasaide an aghaidh nan cuileanan a bh’ ann ’s mi a’ dìon a’ ghearastain. Bha ar sabaid caran cruaidh ’s thuit sinn san uisge ’s chaidh ar slugadh sìos dhan uamhag seo.

note: [message]
en: How long have you been here?
gd: Dè cho fad ’s a tha thu air a bhith an-seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: Och, several days at least. The troll meat is starting to stink, and I’m a little ravenous, if ye catch my drift. Canna’ swim past that current, and no’ for lack o’ tryin’.
gd: Och, beagan làithean mar-thà. Tha feòil nan athach air fhàs caran grod a-nis ’s mi caran acrach, fhios agad. Cha deach leam snàmh an aghaidh an t&#8209;srutha seo ged a dh’fheuch mi ris.

note: [message]
en: I will rescue you. Hold onto my shoulders, sir dwarf.
gd: Bheir mi cobhair dhut. Cum greim air mo ghuailnean, a mhaighstir troiche.

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: Thanks. Nae need to wait around here. Let’s go.
gd: Gun robh math agad. Chan eil adhbhar ann gus fuireach an-seo. A-mach à seo leinn.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Better prepared this time to fight the current, you eventually manage to emerge from the whirlpool.
gd: Tha thu deas a-nis gus sabaid an aghaidh an t&#8209;srutha is thig thu a-mach às a’ chuairt-shruth aig a cheann thall.

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: Well, mer-mahn, we made it. I will fight for yer lord. He sounds like a brave fellow.
gd: Uill, a dhuine-mhara, fhuair sinn seachad air. Nì mi sabaid às leth do thighearna. Tha coltas dàna air.

note: [message]: speaker=Ulfdain
en: Well, mer-mead, we made it. I will fight for yer lord. He sounds like a brave fellow.
gd: Uill, a maighdeann-mhara, fhuair sinn seachad air. Nì mi sabaid às leth do thighearna. Tha coltas dàna air.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: <i>(motions for silence)</i>
    
    <small>What was that raucous noise?</small>
gd: <i>(a’ comharrachadh tost)</i>
    
    <small>Dè an fuaim a bha siud?</small>

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: That can only have been a dwarven thunderstick, Konrad. Our Knalgan allies must be in the thick of battle.
gd: Feumaidh gur e bata-tàirnich troiche a bh’ ann, a Chonaill agus na caidreabhaich Knalgach againn a’ sabhaid.

note: [message]: speaker=unit speaker is a dwarf
en: That’ll be Lord Geldar’s clan, my lords. Their scouting patrols should’ve found us by now.
gd: Tha mi ’n dùil gur e cinneadh Tighearna Ghealdair a th’ ann, a thighearnaibh agus na rabhadairean aca air ar lorg mu thràth.

note: [message]: speaker=unit The unit is saying that a battle between the player's dwarven allies and their enemies is not far, but still under the shroud. Translate freely.
en: We must hurry to assist them, my lords.
gd: Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn airson taic a chur thuca, a thighearnaibh.

note: [message]: speaker=unit The unit is saying that a battle between the player's dwarven allies and their enemies is not far, but still under the shroud. Translate freely.
en: female^We must hurry to assist them, my lords.
gd: Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn airson taic a chur thuca, a thighearnaibh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You emerge into a vast natural cathedral, the walls arching higher than you can see in the darkness. Stretching across the gallery is a great chasm, around which the cave floor appears to have been completely worn smooth. This was once the center of a bustling dwarvish empire, the remnants of which have since been driven into the upper caves of Knalga by the forces of darkness.
gd: Shiubhail do cuideachd a-mach gu uamh le ballachan nas àirde na lèireadh sibh san dorchadas. Tha ùrlar a’ chuairteachadh sloc ’s làr na h&#8209;uaimhe air a bhleith gu tur le iomadh cas. B’ e cathair impireachd nan troichean a bhiodh ann uair mus deach am fuadach gu na h&#8209;uamhan Khnalga as àirde leis na cumhachdan dorcha.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: There is a big cave-in south of here.
gd: Tha na clachan air tuiteam gu deas.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: The rocks are moving!
gd: Tha na clachan a’ gluasad!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Who goes there? Friend or foe?
gd: Cò th’ ann, caraid no nàmhaid?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We are desperately trying to rid these tunnels of orcs and trolls! Please help us in our quest.
gd: Tha sinn ann an èiginn a’ feuchainn ris na deamhain ’s athaich fhuadach bho na tunailean seo! An doir sibh taic dhuinn?

note: [event]
en: The dwarves are your allies in this scenario. If you help their leader survive the battle, he may provide you with useful information.
gd: Tha na troichean ’nan caidreabhach dhut sa chnàmh-sgeul seo. Ma chuidicheas tu an ceannard ach an seas e air a’ bhlàr, ’s dòcha gun doir e fiosrachadh feumail dhut.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Vile creature! Let us rid these tunnels of its kind!
gd: Siud creutair dìblidh! Cuireamaid às dha na h&#8209;uile gin dhiubh a tha sna tunailean seo!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: I did not know that the undead were in these pits!
gd: Cha robh fios agam gun robh closaich sna slocan seo!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Who is this foul enemy that we fight?
gd: Cò an nàmhaid thàireil ris an dèan sinn sabaid?

note: [message]: speaker=Lionel
en: I am Lionel. I am the Lost General. I will avenge myself upon you all!
gd: ’S mise Leòmhail. ’S mise an ceann-armailt caillte. Nì mi dìoghaltas oirbh uile!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Avenge? What have we done to you that you must avenge?
gd: Dìoghaltas? Dè rinn sinn ach am biodh sinn àraidh air dìoghaltas?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Lionel? A General? I remember that name...
gd: Leòmhail? Ceann-armailt? Tha cuimhne agam air ainm…

note: [message]: speaker=Lionel
en: Remember me, do you? Aye. I was the king’s finest general, sent down to these pits to retrieve the Sceptre. But the orcs trapped me and my men in this cavern, to starve to death. The dwarves were no help, leaving me to die. Now I will get revenge on you all!
gd: Cuimhne agaibh orm, a bheil? Seadh, bu mhise an ceann-armailt as urramaiche aig an rìgh a chaidh a chur sìos do na slocan seo gus an slat-rìoghail a thogail. Ach ghlac na deamhain mi ’s mo chuideachd san uamh seo ach am faigheamaid bàs leis an acras. Cha robh na troichean ’nan cuideachadh idir bhon a theich iad ’s mi air fhàgail ’nam aonar gu latha mo bhàis. Gabhaidh mi dìoghaltas oirbh uile a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Lionel
en: Argh! I am vanquished! But at least by worthy foes, instead of those disgusting orcs.
gd: Ochan! Chaidh mo sgiùrsadh! Ach air a char as lugha le nàimhdean uasail seach na deamhain sgreamhail ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Rest in peace, Lionel. The poor, lost general.
gd: Guidheam sìth d’ ur n&#8209;anam, a Leòmhail. A cheann-armailt chaillte bhochd.

note: [message]: speaker=Lionel
en: I am destroyed, but my mission must be completed. Though you are foes, you are at least worthy ones, so I will tell you that the Sceptre is east from here, the way you have come from, deep in the caverns. I made the mistake of not asking for directions when I became lost. May you have better fortune in your quest than I did!
gd: Chaidh mo mhilleadh, ach feumaidh cuideigin am misean agam a choileanadh fhathast. Ged a tha sibh ’nur nàimhdean dhomh, tha sibh uasail, mar sin innsidh mi duibh gu bheil an slat domhainn sna h&#8209;uamhan gu ear, seo an comhair às a thàinig sibh. Rinn mi fhìn mearachd nuair nach do dh’fhaighnich mi airson stiùireadh nuair a chaidh mi air chall. Guidheam gun tèid nas fhearr leibh nach chaidh leamsa!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The earth shakes.
gd: Tha an talamh a’ crith.

note: [message]: speaker=Geldar
en: Tall ones, I thank ye. Life has been nothing but a struggle recently. We are the last outpost o’ civilization in these caves.
gd: Mo thaing dhuibh, fheadhainn àrda. Chan eil mo bheatha air a bhith ach strì sna làithean seo. ’S e an gearastan sìobhalta mu dheireadh sna h&#8209;uamhan seo a th’ annainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We have fared little better ourselves, friend. We have fled the Aethenwood last spring and come to these caves to seek the Sceptre of Fire. With the Sceptre, we hope to put the war to an end.
gd: Cha deach mòran na b’ fheàrr leinne, a charaid. Theich sinn o Choille Aidhean san earrach seo chaidh agus thàinig sinn do na h-uamhan seo an tòir air slat-rìoghail an teine. Leis an t-slat rìoghail, tha sinn an dòchas gun dèid leinn crìoch a chur air a’ chogadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Geldar
en: The Sceptre? Ah, the Sceptre ye seek. You surface dwellers are ambitious. Beyond my citadel the spawn of the darkness hold complete sway. You’ll no’ survive without assistance.
gd: An slat-rìoghail? ’Eil sibh an tòir air an t&#8209;slat-rìoghail? Nach glòir-mhiannach muinntir an uachdair. Tha làn-smachd aig sìol an dorchadais air na tha seachad air an daingeann agam. Cha mhair sibh beò gun taic.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad Relgorn is the dwarvish leader from the previous scenario
en: Lord Relgorn’s troops are fighting at our side, sir.
gd: Tha feachd tighearna Realgoirn a’ sabaid ri ar taobh-ne, a thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=Geldar
en: And fine troops they are, Prince, but no dwarf can match a guardsman’s resolute defense. Please accept the service o’ my clan’s defenders, to protect you and your quest.
gd: Agus ’s e deagh fheachd a th’ ann, a phrionnsa, ach cha sheas troich ri dìon treun ceatharnaich. An gabh sibh ri seirbheis luchd-dìona mo chinnidh ach an dìonamaid sibh fèin agus ur n-amas?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Your boon is most welcome, sir dwarf. Keeping the Sceptre out of the hands of evil beasts is a common goal for us, and we will prevail with your help.
gd: Chuireamaid fàilte air ur n&#8209;asgaidh, a mhaighstir throiche. ’S e amas aig an dithis againn a th’ ann an slat-rìoghail a chumail air falbh bho na bèistean olca agus rinneadh sinn a’ chùis le ur taic.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You may now recruit the legendary dwarvish guardsmen!
gd: ’S urrainn dhut ceatharnaich troiche seann-sgeulach a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Geldar
en: Northeast o’ my keep, Delfador, the tunnels converge towards the deepest reaches o’ the underground kingdom. The Sceptre can only be there.
gd: A Dheilfeadair, tha aonachadh nan tunailean ann gu ear-thuath a thèid dhan phàirt as doimhne aig an rìoghachd fon talamh. Feumaidh gu bheil an slat-rìoghail thall an-siud.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: These caves are vast. If we are to find the Sceptre of Fire we must hurry. We are not alone, and now that our foes have smelled our blood it will be worse.
gd: Tha na h&#8209;uamhan seo mòr ’s pailt. Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn ma tha sinn airson slat-rìoghail an teine a lorg. Chan eil sinn ’nar n&#8209;aonar a-nis bhon a tha an nàmhaid fàileadh ar fala fhaireachdainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: How will we make it?
gd: Ciamar a mhaireas sinn mar-thà?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I do not know, Konrad, but I can sense our path only leads us downward. We will continue to the northeast, to the deepest depths of these caverns.
gd: Chan eil fios agam, a Chonaill, ach mhothaich mi nach tèid sinn ach sìos. Leanaidh sinn air adhart gun ear-thuath do dhoimhne as domhainn nan uamhan seo.

note: [scenario]: id=16_Hasty_Alliance
en: Hasty Alliance
gd: Caidreachas cabhagach

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Li’sar
gd: Bàs Li’sair

note: [part]
en: The last dwarvish settlement far behind them, the party descended into the deepest parts of the hewn caverns. Except for disturbances caused by the occasional goblin, the air in the lower passages was still and tomblike.
gd: Le tuineachadh mu dheireadh nan troichean fada air an cùlaibh, theàrnaich am buidheann do na pàirtean as doimhne de na h&#8209;uamhan snaidhte. Bha an adhair sna tunailean ìseal marbh gun chàradh ach le gluasad bòcain no dhà.

note: [part]
en: Stepping through a low corridor, Konrad and Delfador emerged from the maze-like catacombs into icy blackness. Darkness seemed to crush them. Lights flickered and went out. Even the staff of the elder mage struggled to produce enough light to see by.
gd: Chaidh Conall agus Deilfeadar tro thrannsa ìseal gus an tàinig iad a-mach bho chuartan a’ chatacoim do dhubhach reòite. Dh’fhairich iad an dorchadas a’ teannachadh timcheall orra. Phriob na lasairean gus an deach an smàladh. ’S gann gun robh fiù ’s bata an t&#8209;seann-dhraoidh a’ toirt solas a dh’fhoghnadh dhaibh.

note: [part]
en: A cavernous void stretched out ahead, across which no ceiling or walls were visible. Wind howled and whipped over narrow ledges bridging the depths, almost as if animated by powerful nearby magic... and newly awoken evil.
gd: Shìn falamhachd chòsach air am beulaibh ’s cha do lèir iad mullach no ballachan. Chuala iad ulfhart nan osagan gaoithe a’ sguabadh nan drochaidean lice a chaidh ’nan slighean thar na doimhne mar gun robh draoidheachd chumhachdach am fagas… agus olc air a dhùsgadh a bheireadh beatha dhan ghaoth seo.

note: [side]: type=Commander, id=Konrad [side]: type=Princess, id=Li'sar
en: Humans
gd: Daoine

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Where are we? Which way now? I am tired of this darkness!
gd: Càite a bheil sinn? Càite an tèid sinn a-nis? Tha mi seachd searbh den dorchadas seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am not sure of the way. Let me think for a moment.
gd: Chan eil mi cinnteach dè an t&#8209;slighe cheart. Leigeam smaoineachadh greis.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What in the world are you doing here?
gd: Dè fon ghrèin a tha thusa ris an-seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Tracking you down, of course! You have escaped me for the last time!
gd: ’S ann gu bheil mi an tòir ort! Cha teich thu bhuam a-rithist!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Foolish girl! We are in the deepest of caverns, probably surrounded by all manner of creatures, and you still want to fight us? You will bring us all to ruin!
gd: Oinseach! Tha sinn san uamh as doimhne le gach uile seòrsa creutair timcheall oirnn ’s tu airson sabaid ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh fhathast? Thèid ar milleadh uile air do sgàth!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Don’t try to trick me! I know why you have come here! But I will put an end to you and your treason here. Then I will get the Sceptre, and return to the daylight again!
gd: Na feuch ri mo mhealladh! Tha làn fhios agam carson a thàinig sibh an-seo! Cuiridh mi crìoch air ur beatha ’s ur brathadh an-seo. Togaidh mi an slat-rìoghail an uairsin agus tillidh mi do sholas an latha!

note: [message]: type=Goblin Knight
en: Surprise! Die, you sun-lovers!
gd: Bo! Bàsaichibh, leannanan-grèine!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Now we are surrounded! Do you still want to fight us, Li’sar? Surely that would lead to doom for us all!
gd: Tha sinn ar ar cuairteachadh a-nis! A bheil sibh fhathast airson sabaid ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh, a Li’sar? Gheibheamaid uile bàs gun teagamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I see we have little choice but to help each other. Let us fight together until we return to the surface. Agreed?
gd: Saoilidh mi nach eil roghainn ann ach gun doir sinn taic ri càch a chèile. Dèanamaid sabaid còmhla gus an till sinn don uachdar. An aontaich sibh?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Very well, I promise that you will reach the surface again, or we shall all perish together.
gd: Ceart gu leòr, geallaidh mi dhuibh gum faigh sinn bàs còmhla mur tèid leibh an t&#8209;uachdar a thoirt oirbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: But once we escape from this hole, I have a score to settle with you!
gd: Ach cho luath ’s a bhios sinn air teicheadh bhon toll seo, bidh cùis againn ri rèiteachadh fhathast!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Well, we have helped each other survive so far. Now let’s continue together. What do you say?
gd: Uill, thug sinn taic ri càch a chèile ach am maireamaid beò gu ruige seo. Nach lean sinn air adhart còmhla a-nis? Dè ur beachd?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Yes. We agreed to help each other get out of these pits alive, did we not? Let us continue to pool our resources. I pledge to you my gold.
gd: Seadh, rinn sinn rèiteachadh gun doireamaid taic ri chèile gus teicheadh beò bho na slocan seo, nach do rinn? Cuireamaid ar stòrasan ri chèile. Bheir mi m’ òir dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you. Come, men. Let us find the Sceptre!
gd: Tapadh leibh. Tiugainn, a ghillean. Rachamaid an tòir air an t-slat!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I can’t believe it should end like this!
gd: Cha chreidinn gun crìochnaicheadh e mar seo!

note: [scenario]: id=17_Sceptre_of_Fire
en: The Sceptre of Fire
gd: Slat-rìoghail an teine

note: [generator]: id=cavegen
en: Sceptre of Fire Caves
gd: Uamhan slat-rìoghail an teine

note: [part]
en: Across the chasm, the air almost crackled with magical energy. It also became steadily warmer. The floor was smooth and glassy in places, and a faint glow provided a small reprieve from the thick blackness. Volcanic fumes drifted up from cracks in the floor.
gd: Cha mhòr gun do rinn an t&#8209;adhar bragail le cumhachd dhraoidheach taobh thall a’ mhòr-bheàirn. Theasaich e mean air mhean cuideachd. Bha badan an làir rèidh ’s coltach ri glainne agus thug luisneachadh fann beagan faochaidh bhon dorchadas dhaibh. Dh’èirich smùid beinne-teine tro sgàinidhean san làr.

note: [part]
en: Distant rumbles and earthquakes made it difficult to keep steady footing. The very earth had come alive, heaving, struggling to be relieved of its centuries-old burden...
gd: Bha e doirbh seasamh le stàirn aig astar ’s crith na talmhainn. Thàinig an talamh fhèin beò, a’ gluasad ’s a’ strì gus cuidhteas fhaighinn den uallach a bha i air a ghiùlain fad linntean…

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Capture the Sceptre of Fire with Konrad or Li’sar
gd: Glac slat-rìoghail an teine le Conall no Li’sar

note: [note] [message]: speaker=narrator
en: If Delfador rests, he can concentrate on the location of the Sceptre of Fire.
gd: Ma gheibh Deilfeadar fois, ’s urrainn dha an dùr-aire a thoirt air càite a bheil slat-rìoghail an teine.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: The Sceptre must be getting close now! Where shall we go?
gd: Feumaidh gu bheil an slat-rìoghail faisg oirnn a-nis! Càite an tèid sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We cannot explore this much area by ourselves, especially if we are beset by the denizens of these caves. We must ask our dwarven allies to help search the caves with us.
gd: Chan urrainn dhuinn an roinn mhòr seo a rannsachadh gu slàn, gu h&#8209;àraidh nuair a bhios luchd-còmhnaidh nan uamhan seo an tòir oirnn. Feumaidh sinn iarraidh do ar caidreabhaich troiche ach an lorg iad sna h&#8209;uamhan seo còmhla rinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, I feel it is near here! We must search for it carefully.
gd: Seadh, mhothaich mi gu bheil e faisg oirnn! Feumaidh sinn a lorg gu cùramach.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: An earthquake! We’ll be trapped!
gd: Seo crith-talmhainn! Thèid ar glacadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: No, not an earthquake, but I feel it too. Something is... aware... of us.
gd: Chan e crith-talmhainn a th’ ann. Dh’fhairich mi e cuideachd. Tha… rudeigin… mothachail oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Aware? Who? Delfador, what does he mean?
gd: Mothachail oirnn? Cò? A Dheilfeadair, dè as ciall dha?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The Sceptre... the earth... the molten lava... the fire... the air around us... everything. It calls out to the heir — I can barely hold it back in my mind. It was forged here, not far north of where we now stand. The sheer power of it!
gd: An slat-rìoghail… an talamh… an làbha leaghta… an teine… an t&#8209;adhar timcheall oirnn… gach nì. Tha e ag iarraidh an t&#8209;oighre – ’s gann gur urrainn dhomh smachd a chumail air ’nam inntinn. Chaidh an slat-rìoghail a dhèanamh an-seo, faisg air far a bheil sinn an-dràsta, gu tuath. Abair cumhachd a tha innte!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Where? Where is it?
gd: Càite? Càite a bheil e?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: North. More than that, I cannot tell.
gd: Gu tuath. Chan urrainn dhomh barrachd a mhothachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Konrad, as promised, here is my purse, full of gold.
gd: Seo an sporan agam làn òir dhut, a Chonaill, mar a gheall mi dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You receive 300 pieces of gold!
gd: Fhuair thu 300 bonn òir!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I think... I think if I were to concentrate a bit I could tell you where it is.
gd: Saoilidh mi… saoilidh mi gum bithinn comasach innse dhuibh far a bheil e le beagan dùr-aire.

note: [floating_text]
en: Concentrating
gd: Ri dùr-aire

note: [message]: id=Konrad
en: That noise was made by no troll! What manner of beast makes its den in these forsaken caves?
gd: Chan e athach a chuala sinn! Dè seòrsa a bhèist a ghabhadh còmhnaidh sna h-uamhan trèigte seo?

note: [message]: race=merman Comic relief
en: I wouldn’t know, milord. Without a river running though it, such hot, dry places are anathema to my kind. Whatever monsters may abide in these depths, are known not to my kin.
gd: Chan eil fios agam, a thighearna. Tha àitichean cho theth tioram às aonais aibhne glè mhallaichte dha mo leithid. Chan eil sinne eòlach air gin dhe na h-uilebheistean a tha a’ fuireach san doimhne seo.

note: [message]: race=merman Comic relief
en: Nor do I know, my most eccentric lord, what I am doing in a cave. No mer has yet entered the caves under the mountain and lived to tell the tale. I would gladly die for you, milord, but I would that you didn’t spend my life for nothing, looking for another dwarf to rescue when there is none.
gd: A bharrachd air sin, a thighearna neònaich, chan eil càil a dh’fhios agam carson a tha mi ann an uamh. Cha do thill duine-mara beò o na h-uamhan fon bheinn seo a-riamh. Tha mi deiseil airson bàs fhaighinn às ur leithid, a thighearna ach b’ fhearr leam gun a bhith a’ cosg mo bheatha gun adhbhar ag amas air troich nach eil ann a shàbhaladh.

note: [message]: race=dwarf "sowl" is a rare word synonymous with "sully", meaning "contaminate". "toiled" means "difficult, requires effort".
en: Lord Konrad, yon rumble was made by nae living creature. ’Tis the echoes o’ the very bedrock witherin’ and crumbling beneath us that we ’eard. Are ye nae feeling the heat redoubling? Is yer breath nae toiled for the ashes sowling the air? I beseech that we not tarry ’ere any more than we ha’ to, lest the forming abysses claim us.
gd: A thighearna Chonaill, chan e beòthach a rinn an fhuaim ud. Seo mac-talla na cloiche fhèin a’ tuiteam fodhainn. Nach eil sibh a’ faireachdainn mar a tha an teas nas cruaidhe oirnn a-nis? Nach eil an luaithre duslach cruaidh air ur sgamhanan? Tha mi a’ guidhe nach fuirich sinn an-seo nas fhaide na dh’fheumas sinn mus tuit sinn dha aibheis ùr.

note: [message]: type=Arch Mage,Great Mage,Silver Mage "din" means "loud noise". It refers to an ambient sound of collapsing cave walls.
en: Prince Konrad, that din was made by no living thing. It was the sound of the very earth that’s boiling around us, of the fire and lava that are breaching this cave even now. We must tread with caution, for the very ground we stand on may turn against us.
gd: A phrionnsa Chonaill, chan e beòthach a dh’adhbharaich an fhuaim ud. B’ e fuaim na talmhainn fhèin a bh’ ann a tha a’ goil timcheall oirnn ’s a’ tighinn on teine ’s làbha a tha a’ briseadh a-steach don uamh seo. Feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart gu cùramach air eagal gun seas an talamh fhèin ’nar n-aghaidh.

note: [message]: id=Li'sar
en: Konrad, that must have been the floor collapsing. I was warned of such dangers when I prepared to journey here. We mustn’t tarry here; let us fetch the Sceptre and return to the surface with haste, before the lava under our feet consumes us.
gd: A Chonaill, saoilidh mi gun do thuit an làr. Thugte rabhadh dhomh a thaobh nan cunnartan seo nuair an do dh’ullaich mi an triall agam. Na fuiricheamaid an-seo, gheibheamaid an slat-rìoghail agus tilleamaid ghan uachdar gun dàil mus faigh an làbha fo ar casan greim oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I sense we are quite near the Sceptre; in fact, we should be able to see it right about now...
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh gu bheil sinn faisg air an t&#8209;slat-rìoghail; a dh’innse na fìrinn, bu chòir dhuinn fhaicinn a-nis…

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the east of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu ear.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the south-east of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu ear-dheas.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the south of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu deas.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the south-west of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu iar-dheas.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the west of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu iar.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the north-west of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu iar-thuath.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the north of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu tuath.

en: I sense the path to the Sceptre is to the north-east of me.
gd: Tha mi a’ mothachadh slighe don t&#8209;slat-rìoghail gu ear-thuath.

note: [scenario]: id=18_A_Choice_Must_Be_Made
en: A Choice Must Be Made
gd: Feum air co-dhùnadh

note: [part]
en: The Sceptre, initially dulled from decades of dust and debris, began to glow from the ruby’s inner fire. Dwarvish runes on the golden handle lit up in pulsating blue. The heat and light were comforting in the pitch-black.
gd: Thòisich an slat-rìoghail a bha doilleir le duslach agus spruilleach nan deicheadan a’ luisneachadh bhon teine am broinn an ruiteachain. Shoillsich rùn-sgrìobhadh troiche air làmhrachan le buillean gorma. Bha an solas ’s am blàths sòlasach san dubh-dhorchadas.

note: [part]
en: An early encounter with the Sceptre in the hands of its new owners left several trolls as smoking husks. Sensing the awakening of a powerful magic, the dwellers of the deep quickly scattered and remained out of sight.
gd: Chaidh cuid a dh’athaich am fàgail ’nam fuigheall smùideach nuair a thachair iad ri cumhachd na slaite-rìoghail ann an làmhan a luchd-seilbhe ùir. Air sgàth ’s gun do mhothaich iad dùsgadh draoidheachd chumhachdaich, theich luchd-còmhnaidh na doimhne a-mach à sealladh gu luath.

note: [part]
en: Delfador led his young charges through lonely corridors and abandoned tunnels for four days. For the first time Konrad saw signs of fatigue in the old wizard’s normally inscrutable face. Finally, fresh air greeted the party...
gd: Stiùir Deilfeadar na h&#8209;òganaich fo chùram tro thrannsaichean aonaranach ’s tunailean trèigte fad ceithir làithean. Seo a’ chiad turas a chunnaic Conall sgìths ann an aodann an t&#8209;seann-draoidh a bhiodh do-sgrùdaidh mar a bu thrice. Mu dheireadh thall, thug am buidheann anail de dh’adhar ùr…

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat either of the enemy leaders
gd: Thoir bhuaidh air fear sam bith dhe na ceannardan nàmhad

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I thank you for helping me get back to the surface, but now I must take what is mine!
gd: Tapadh leibh airson an cuideachadh a thug sibh dhomh gus an t&#8209;uachdar a ruigsinn, ach feumaidh mi togail na tha leamsa a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: You still want to fight me, do you, Li’sar?
gd: ’S ann gu bheil sibh fhathast airson sabaid ’nam aghaidh, a Li’sar?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Did you think I was just playing around? I need to take my inheritance!
gd: An robh sibh den bheachd gun robh mi ri fealla-dhà? feumaidh mi m’ oighreachd a ghabhail!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It is not so simple! We are back on the surface, but we are hardly safe. We barely know where we are. Look to the north... there are orcs about! Look to the south... there are hordes of undead!
gd: Chan eil cùisean cho simplidh sin! Thill sinn don uachdar, ach chan eil sinn sàbhailte fhathast idir. ’S gann gu bheil fios againn càite a bheil sinn. Nach doir sibh sùil gu tuath… tha deamhain ann! ’S thoiribh sùil gu deas… tha pailteas chlosach ann!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Indeed there are. We shall have to fight our way out. Are you with us or against us?
gd: Tha gu dearbh. Feumaidh sinn sabaid ach am faigh sinn tromhpa. An tèid sibh leinne, no ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Perhaps it is in both our best interests for us to remain allies for a little longer... but I do want that Sceptre, and someday I shall have it!
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte gum biodh e ’na bhuannachd don dithis againn gum bitheamaid ’nar caidreabhaich beagan na b’ fhaide… ach ’s ann gu bheil mi airson an slat-rìoghail fhaighinn agus gheibh mi e latha air choireigin!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Then let us devise a battle plan.
gd: Dèanamaid plana airson a’ bhlàir mar-thà.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: We have escaped.
gd: Chaidh leinn teicheadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Yes, we have. Now I suppose you want to use the Sceptre against me, Li’sar?
gd: Chaidh gu dearbh. Nise, saoilidh mi gu bheil sibh airson an slat-rìoghail a chleachdadh ’nam aghaidh, a Li’sar, nach eil?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: No, I was thinking... I don’t really want to kill you. I have what I came to get. So if you promise never to come south of the Great River, I will spare your life.
gd: Chan eil, bha mi a’ smaoineachadh… cha bu mhiann leam cur às dhuibh. Is leamsa a-nis na thàinig mi airson faighinn. Mar sin, ma gheallas sibh nach tig sibh gu taobh deas na h&#8209;Aibhne Mòire, leigidh mi mu rèir sibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: With all due respect, <i>Princess</i>, it is once again we who will spare you, Sceptre or no Sceptre.
gd: A bhana-phrionnsa uasail, is sinne a leigeadh sibhse mu rèir, slat-rìoghail ann no às.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Such words in the presence of royalty! Do you want me to fry you, Elf?
gd: Abair mì-mhodh! A bheil sibh airson ’s gun cuir mi ’nur teine sibh, a shìthiche?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Friends, peace! Though we are out of the tunnels, we are hardly safe. We are somewhere in the arid and wild north lands, that is all we know. Behold! To the north, orcs, to the south, dark hordes. We must remain at peace with one another, or else all perish!
gd: Sìth, a’ chàirdean! Ged a thàinig sinn a-mach às na tunailean, chan eil sinn sàbhailte fhathast idir. Chan eil fios againn far a bheil sinn ach gu bheil sinn àiteigin san tuath fhàsach fhiadhaich. Seallaibh! Cha lèir mi ach deamhain gu tuath ’s grunn chlosach gu deas. Feumaidh sinn an t&#8209;sìth a chumail eadarainn no gheibh sinn uile bàs!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I suppose that helping each other for a while longer would be mutually beneficial. But what should we do? How should we defend ourselves?
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte gum biodh e ’na bhuannachd dhuinn uile nan doireamaid taic ri chèile beagan na b’ fhaide. Ach dè nì sinn? Ciamar a dhìonas sinn sinn fhèin?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz "Longlier" <- English "long" + "lies"; translate accordingly
en: I can tell where we are. That is the river that is known as Longlier to men, called Arkan-thoria in my people’s ancient tongue. The home of my people lies to the east.
gd: Tha fios agam càite a bheil sinn. Seo an abhainn ris an can an cinne-daonna An Abhainn Fhada agus mo mhuinntir Argantara ’nar cànan àrsaidh. Tha dachaigh mo mhuinntir gu ear.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Then perhaps we should head east along the river, and seek refuge and rest there for a time?
gd: Mar sin, nach bu chòir dhuinn an ear a thoirt oirnn mar-thà agus leantainn air an abhainn ach am faigheamaid fasgadh ’s beagan tàimh?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We should indeed seek refuge there, my lord, but not by going east along the river. Its name means ‘The River of Bones’. Great and evil creatures lurk along its banks, its waters are not fit to drink, and it runs over the Cliffs of Thoria. It has been many centuries since any man or elf has passed over the Cliffs and survived. No, Prince, we must choose another way.
gd: Bu chòir, bu chòir dhuinn fasgadh a shireadh, mo thighearna, ach na leanamaid air an abhainn. Is ciall d’ a h&#8209;ainm "Abhainn nan cnàmhan". Tha creutairean mòra olca a’ còmhnaidh air na bruachan, cha ghabh a h&#8209;uisge òl agus tuitidh i thar creagan Tara. ’S iomadh linn bhon a chaidh duine no sìthiche beò thar na creagan. Feumaidh sinn slighe eile a lorg, a phrionnsa.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But which way, Kalenz?
gd: Ach dè an t&#8209;slighe a ghabhas sinn, a Chalains?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We may take two paths which avoid the river. North, through the ancient home of my people, and then east to where they now live. Or we can go south, passing through the swamps, before turning east and then north. We would cross the river one time more if we chose that route, but I know a safe place for the crossing.
gd: Tha dà shlighe ann a sheachnas an abhainn. Thèid a’ chiad tè gu tuath tro dhachaigh àrsaidh mo muinntir ’s gu ear an uairsin gu far a bheil iad a’ còmhnaidh a-nis. Air neo b’ urrainn dhuinn dol gu deas tro na boglaich an toiseach agus gu ear ’s gu tuath an uairsin. Bhitheamaid a’ dol tron abhainn turas a bharrachd ma thaghamaid an t&#8209;slighe seo, ach tha mi eòlach air àth sàbhailte.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: And will you join us in seeking refuge with the North Elves, Li’sar?
gd: An tigh sibh còmhla rinn airson fasgadh a shireadh leis na sìthichean tuathach, a Li’sar?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: If the elves will promise me refuge and safe passage, then I will go.
gd: Thèid mi ann mas ann gun geall na sìthichean siubhal ’s fasgadh sàbhailte dhomh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: That we will. Even though you are the daughter of the Queen, our enemy, we shall not harm you on this encounter, for you have helped us.
gd: Seo na gheallas sinn. Ged as nighean na bànrighe sibh agus ’nur nàmhaid dhuinn, cha dèan sinn cron oirbh air an turas seo bhon a thug sibh taic dhuinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: So, we must choose. To the north past the orcs, where lie the ancient snow plains of the elves, or to the south, beyond the armies of the Walking Dead where the dreaded swamps await.
gd: Feumaidh sinn taghadh a dhèanamh mar-thà. Gu tuath far a bheil na deamhain agus blàran sneachda àrsaidh nan sìthichean no gu deas seachad air feachdan nan closach far am bi na boglaich oillteil a’ feitheamh oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Prince Konrad, you need not avoid the Arkan-thoria. We merfolk can lead you downstream; with our vanguard, your company will vanquish any foe, and reach the home of the North Elves much sooner than by either of the land routes. I can not promise a perilless journey, but it is an option for you to consider, my lord.
gd: A’ phrionnsa Chonaill, cha leig sibh leas abhainn Argantara a sheachnadh. Stiùirichidh an sluagh-mara sibh sìos na h-aibhne; ma thèid sinne air thoiseach cuiridh ur cuideachd às dha gach nàmhaid agus ruigidh sibh dachaigh nan sìthichean tuathach mòran nas luaithe na air gin dhe na slighean thairis air tìr. Cha gheallainn turas gun chunnart oirbh ach tha an roghainn sin agaibh, a thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Loyal merfolk, you have served far beyond what your debt of gratitude requires. I will trust your strength and loyalty through this tribulation even as you trusted us to lead you through the heart of a volcano.
gd: A dhaoinibh-mhara dhìlis, thug sibh seirbheis dhuinn fada a bharrachd air na dh’iarradh ur fiachan bhon taic a fhuair sibh bhuainn. Cuiridh mi earbsa ’nur neart ’s ’nur dìlseachd tron chruaidh-chàs seo mar a chuir sibhse earbsa oirnne nuair a stiùir sinn tro chridhe beinne-teinne sibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Your people have already saved me once from a watery death, noble merman, fighting by my side as undead horrors threatened to devour us. I entrust our army to your strength and protection.
gd: Shàbhail ur cuideachd bhon bhàs san uisge roimhe, a dhuine-mhara uasail nuair a rinn sibh sabaid ri ar taobh an aghaidh nan closach oillteil a bha gu bhith ur n&#8209;ithe. Cuiridh mi am feachd agam fo ur neart ’ dìon.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Your people have already saved me once from a watery death, noble mermaid, fighting by my side as undead horrors threatened to devour us. I entrust our army to your strength and protection.
gd: Shàbhail ur cuideachd bhon bhàs san uisge roimhe, a nighinn-mhara uasail nuair a rinn sibh sabaid ri ar taobh an aghaidh nan closach oillteil a bha gu bhith ur n&#8209;ithe. Cuiridh mi am feachd agam fo ur neart ’ dìon.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: If you are confident you can navigate these waters and guide our forces to safety, then lead on.
gd: Tiugainn mar-thà ma tha sibh misneachail a thaobh stiùireadh tro na h&#8209;uisgeachan seo ach an ruig ar feachd fasgadh.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I am, my liege. We press ahead. Stay close, noble masters.
gd: ’S ann gu bheil mi misneachail, mo thighearna. Rachamaid air adhart. Fuirichibh faisg oirnn, uaislean.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I suspected you would attempt to lead us down the banks of Longlier...
gd: Shaoilinn gun robh sibh airson feuchainn ri ar stiùireadh sìos bruachan na h&#8209;Aibhne Fhaide…

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: (shock) What!? Konrad, your folly is appalling! Do you flout my advice?
gd: (le clisgeadh) Dè!? A Chaonaill, chan fhulaing mi ur gòraiche! An dèin sibh fanaid air mo chomhairle?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: We are traveling east? Down the river? Konrad, I hope you know what you are committing us to.
gd: Gu ear, an e? Sìos na h&#8209;aibhne? A Chonaill, tha mi ’n dòchas gu bheil sibh a’ tuigsinn na chuireas sibh romhainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Of course not, whelp, else he would have chosen a safer route.
gd: Tha e follaiseach nach eil, a chuilein, no bhiodh e air an rathad as sàbhailte a thaghadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Hold your tongue, Kalenz. The Princess is our ally and of royal blood. She deserves not your disrespect.
gd: Nach ist sibh, a Chalains. Tha a’ bhana-phrionnsa ’nar caidreabhach ’s fuil rìoghail innte. Chan eil i àiridh air ur dìmeas.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Delfador, you cannot allow this to happen! We march to our death!
gd: A Dheilfeadair, feumaidh sibh stad a chur air seo! Thèid sinn dha ar bàs!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Lord elf, I am in command. I have held council with the merfolk, and they believe they can find a path down the river and over the falls. We will take the most direct route to your homeland and escape the grasp of the Northerner armies that swarm the wilderness.
gd: A thighearna shìthiche, is mise an ceannard. Ghabh mi comhairle bhon t&#8209;sluagh-mhara agus saoilidh iad gun lorg iad slighe sìos na h&#8209;aibhne thar an easa. Gabhaidh sinn an rathad dìreach do ur dùthaich agus teichidh sinn bho ghreim feachdan nan tuathach a bhios pailt san fhàsach.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: (sigh) I have been spoiled by years of genteel living among your kind, Kalenz. An elf’s capacity for introspection and serenity is exceeded only by his ferocity and passion in battle.
gd: (le osna) Chaidh mo mhilleadh le iomadh bliadhna de bheatha cofhurtail am measg ur cuideachd, a Chalains. Chan eil ach aon rud fon ghrèin a tha nas motha na comas sìthiche air staigh-shealladh ’s suaimhneas agus seo fhearg ’s a bhoile air a’ bhlàr.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It offends your pride and wisdom to suffer the indignity of accepting the will of humans, especially in such a harsh predicament. I urge you to remember how far we have come under Konrad’s leadership, and how close we are to bringing the hammer of destiny crashing down on Queen Asheviere’s ill-gotten throne. We will journey east.
gd: Maslaichidh e ur moit ’s gliocas gu bheil sibh fo stiùireadh miann daoine, gu h&#8209;àraidh ann an cruaidh-chàs mar a tha seo. Mholainn gun cuir sibh ’nur cuimhne dè cho fad ’s a thàinig sinn fo stiùireadh Chonaill agus gu bheil sinn gu bhith toirt air droch-chathair na bànrighe Aiseabheir na thoilleas i. Thèid sinn gu ear.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I do not like this, old friend. There are legends of things dwelling on this river that even I dare not speak of...
gd: Cha toil leam seo, a sheann charaid. Tha seann sgeulachdan ann mu chreutairean a dh’fhuiricheas san abhainn seo nach dùraiginn fhìn bruidhinn air…

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Prince Konrad, are you sure you want to do this?
gd: A phrionnsa Chonaill, a bheil sibh cinnteach gu bheil sibh airson seo a dhèanamh?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I say that...
gd: Chanainn…

note: [option]
en: Our need for speed outweighs the danger. With the merfolk to help us, we will win through.
gd: Gum feum sinn a bhith luath ged a bhios e cunnartach. Mairidh sinn le taic an t&#8209;sluaigh-mhara.

note: [option]
en: On second thought, perhaps we should choose a safer way to go.
gd: Gum b’ fheairrde sinn slighe as sàbhailte a thaghadh aig deireadh na sgeòil.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: As you say, my lord.
gd: Nì sinn mar a thuirt sibh, a thighearna.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: If you want to choose the river path later, move a merman to the right end of the river again.
gd: Ma tha thu airson slighe na h&#8209;aibhne a thaghadh fhathast uaireigin eile, gluais duine-mara gu deas air deireadh na h&#8209;aibhne a-rithist.

note: [scenario]: id=19a_Snow_Plains
en: Snow Plains
gd: Machair an t-sneachda

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: These fields of snow were once the home of my people. We left here centuries ago. Legends say a great sword of fire was left behind.
gd: B’ e dachaigh mo muinntir a bhiodh sna blàran sneachda seo uair. Dh’fhàg sinn bho chionn linntean. Thathar ag ràdh gun deach claidheamh teine fhàgail an-seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: This sword may prove useful on our journey ahead. I wonder where it could be hidden.
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte gum biodh an claidheamh feumail air an rathad a tha romhainn. Saoil càite an deach fhalach?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Who would discard such a wondrous artifact?
gd: Cò dh’fhàgadh nì cho mìorbhaileach sin?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I believe it belonged to Ila’alion, a mighty Marshal of the Wood. It was enchanted as a boon to him by your elvish friends in the south. He was visiting their home as an envoy from us North Elves and was called upon to vanquish some beast or other.
gd: Cha chreid mi nach robh le Iola’ailion, marasgal na coille e. Chaidh geas a chur air mar asgaidh leis na caraidean-sìthe deasach agaibh. Rinn e tadhal air an dachaighean mar teachdaire nan sìthichean tuathail agus chuir e às dha bhèist no dhà às an leth.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Some boon! All for a beast?
gd: Abair asgaidh! Ann ann air sàilleibh bèiste a chaidh a thoirt dha?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: It must have been an infestation. Regardless, after returning to his own people, the sword was nothing but an invitation to disaster.
gd: Feumaidh gun robh grunn dhiubh ann. Co-dhiù no co-dheth, nuair a bha e air tilleadh dhan chuideachd aige fhèin, cha tug an claidheamh ach droch-fhortan dha.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: His fellow marshals... well, one could say they were slow to come to Ila’alion’s aid as he held this very plain against an orcish incursion. They resented his arrogance as the bearer of the sword, and indignation is a powerful force amongst my people at times. The sword has been lost in orcish territory ever since.
gd: Na marasgalan eile… uill, chanainn-sa nach robh iad ro dhèidheil taic a thoirt dha dh’Iola’ailion nuair a sheas e air an dearbh bhlàr seo an aghaidh foghail dheamhan. Bu lugha orra an t&#8209;àrdan a bh’ air ri linn gum b’ e leis-san a bh’ anns a’ chlaidheamh agus tha mo mhuinntir buailteach dha dhiombachd aig amannan. Chaidh an claidheamh air chall air ranntair nan deamhan bhon uair ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: He was just someone who couldn’t handle the power given to him.
gd: Cha b’ easan ach cuideigin nach do dhèilig gu math ris a’ chumhachd a chaidh a thoirt dha.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: You would do well to learn the lesson he did not.
gd: B’ feairrde sibh fhèin seo a chur ’nur cuimhne ach an ionnsaicheadh sibh bhuaithe.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Move along, elf, unless you enjoy making camp in this icy waste. I, for one, do not!
gd: Tiugainn, a shìthiche ach nam bu mhiann leibh campachadh san fhàsach reòite seo. Cha bu mhiann leamsa!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Indeed...
gd: Seadh seadh…

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Listen, you whose eyes are fair but hide a vacuum, do you think I do not know what power can do to one’s soul? What evils a person is capable of when truth and righteousness are but scrolls that can be rewritten when a queen grows tired of them?
gd: Èistibh rium, a shìthiche nan sùilean bòidheach ach falamh, a bheil sibh den bheachd nach eil fios agam air dè an cron a dh’fhaodadh cumhachd a dhèanamh air anam? Air dè an t&#8209;olc a bhiodhte ris nuair nach mìnich na tha fìor agus ceart ach sgrolaichean a dh’ath-sgrìobhas bànrigh nuair a bhios i sgìth dhiubh?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I spent my entire childhood listening to my mother give orders and command armies around. I hid in the throne room as a little girl as she met with her generals. I now know she was having people killed... entire towns of people killed!
gd: Chuir mi seachad m’ òige ag èisteachd ri mo mhàthair a’ toirt òrduighean seachad agus a’ stiùireadh fheachdan. Chuirinn ’nam fhalach ann an seòmar na cathrach nuair a bhiodh mi ’nam nighean bheag ’s i a’ coinneamh ris na cinn-armailt. Tha fios agam mar a dh’òrdaich i bàs dhaoine… bailtean gu lèir dhiubh!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I became my mother’s most trusted aide-de-camp. I was sent to quiet the worst of the rebellion. Of course they fought back. I never knew who these people were or why they fought my mother. Konrad, you are lucky. You do not know what Wesnoth has been like these past many years. There is no peace. I have never known peace.
gd: Chaidh mi ’nam neach-cuideachaidh cogaidh as earbsaiche dhi. Chaidh mo chur gus na h&#8209;aramaichean a bu mhiosa a chur ’nan tost. Gu nàdarra, rinn iad sabaid ’nam agaidh. Cha robh fios agam a-riamh cò na daoine ud no carson a bhiodh iad a’ sabaid an aghaidh mo mhàthar. A Chonaill, tha sibh fortanach. Chan eil eòlas agaibh air mar a bha cùisean ann am Beasnad sna bliadhnaichean a chaidh seachad. Chan eil sìth ann. Cha robh mi eòlach air sìth a-riamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I do know the cup of bitterness poured out on Wesnoth by your mother, child. The land has been torn apart. The elves know this. The orcs know this. Undead can feel it. Large armies of men march across the plains hunting each other, and when no men remain, outsiders will claim Wesnoth as their home.
gd: Tha fios agam mar a dh’fhulaing Beasnad leis cho searbh a tha do mhàthair, a nighinn. Chaidh an dùthaich a reubadh. Tha fios aig na sìthichean air seo. Tha fios air na deamhain air seo. Mothaichidh na closaich e. Tha feachdan mòra a’ chinne-daonna a’ mearrsadh thar nam blàran an tòir air càch a chèile agus gabhaidh coigrich Beasnad ’nan dachaigh nuair nach bi duine beò air fhàgail.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Enough! I can listen to no more of this. Li’sar, you may want to end your mother’s rule, but I will end her life as she ended the life of my father and my brothers. Asheviere’s masterwork of treachery will end, and it will end by my blade!
gd: Foghnaidh de seo! Chan fulaing mi èisteachd ris tuilleadh. A Li’sar, ’s math dh’fhaoidte gu bheil sibh airson crìoch a chur air riaghladh ur màthar ach chuirinn fhèin crìoch air a beatha mar a chuir i fhèin air m’ athair ’s mo bhràithrean. ’S ann le mo chlaidheamh-sa a thig crìoch air mealltachd Aisebheir!

note: [scenario]: id=19b_Swamp_Of_Dread
en: Swamp Of Dread
gd: Boglach an Sgàtha

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat the Lich-Lord Aimucasur
gd: Thoir buaidh air Aimeacasur, ceannard nan cuirp

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all Death Knights first
gd: Thoir buaidh air na Ridirean Bàis uile an toiseach

note: [side]: type=Death Knight, id=Merlunius
en: Merlunius
gd: Mearlanus

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Aimucasur
en: Aimucasur
gd: Aimeacasur

note: [side]: type=Death Knight, id=Secadius
en: Secadius
gd: Seacadus

note: [side]: type=Death Knight, id=Dafeis
en: Dafeis
gd: Dafais

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: This land is cursed. Liches have existed here for ages, luring adventurers and soldiers to their deaths and amassing great armies and fortunes.
gd: Cha an tìr seo fo mhallachd. Tha cuirp a’ fuireach an-seo bho shean agus a’ bhuaireadh thaistealaichean is shaighdearan don bhàs agus a’ cruinneachadh fheachdan is seilbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Look there! The swamp is infested with all manner of skeletons, corpses, and worse. I hope I have made a wise choice in taking this path.
gd: Seallaibh! Tha plàigh de chnàimhnich agus cuirp choisiche de gach seòrsa ’s a bharrachd sa bhoglach seo. Tha mi ’n dòchas gun tug mi an co-dhùnadh glic gun tàinig sinn an-seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: These Death Knights appear to be minions enslaved by the Lich-Lord. This one must be particularly powerful, since Death Knights are usually strong-willed spirits on their own.
gd: Tha na ridirean bàis seo fo smachd is tràilleachd an tighearna cuirp a-rèir coltais. Feumaidh gu bheil am fear seo gu sònraichte cumhachdach bhon a tha miann làidir ann an ridirean bàis mar as trice.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I believe we can destroy the master and release the minions. There is much fighting to be done before we can pass through these swamps in peace. May our bones not join these fallen warriors who now oppose us.
gd: Cha chreid mi nach urrainn dhuinn am maighstir a mhilleadh gus an saoraich sinn a thràillean. Tha grunn sabaide romhainn mus tigh sinn beò tro na boglaich seo. Guidheam nach cuirte ar cnàmhan ris na gaisgich mharbha seo a tha a’ dol ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh an-dràsta.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The Death Knight explodes into a cloud of dust as it is eradicated. Its armor, however, drops to the ground and remains intact. The heavy black steel is polished to a mirror shine.
gd: Spreadh an ridir bàis ’na neul duslaich nuair a chaidh a cur às. Thuit an armachd aige dhan làr co-dhiù agus bha e slàn fhathast. Dhearrs an stàilinn lìomhta throm dhubh mar sgathan.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Delfador... that breastplate... how did it end up here?
gd: A Dheilfeadair… an lùireach-broillich ud… dè an dòigh sa thàinig e an-seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Its owner was surely a famous warrior in life. I wonder who it was. That plate must have a powerful enchantment to have resisted centuries of decay. Choose wisely who will bear it.
gd: Bhiodh a shealbhadair ’na ghaisgeach cliùiteach na bheatha gun teagamh. Saoil cò bh’ ann? Feumaidh gu bheil geas làidir air an lùireach bhon a mhair e fad linntean gun dol a dholaidh. Tagh gu glic cò chuireas air e a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: As the last of its generals falls, an ear-splitting screech escapes from the lich. It is clear that controlling such powerful spirits has drained it significantly, and it is seething in anger towards you.
gd: Nuair a thuit an ceann-armailt mu deireadh aige, leig an corp sgreuch uabhasach às. Bha e follaiseach gun tug e sgìos mhòr dha a bhith a' cumail smachd air spioradan cho làidir nuair a theann e ort le fearg a bhoile.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A final blow destroys the lich, releasing a small shock wave of energy outwards. A giant cloud of dust billows out as the remnants of the lich’s once-mortal body disintegrate for the last time.
gd: Mhill buille dheireannach an corp a leig às tonn clisgeach de lùths. Thàinig sùmainn duslaich às a dhèidh nuair a sgaoil na bha air fhàgail dhen bhodhaig a b' àbhaist a bhith bàsmhor uair.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A final blow destroys the lich, releasing a small shock wave of energy outwards. The last of his minions silently falls like a puppet with its strings cut. A cloud of dust billows outwards as the remnants of the lich’s once-mortal body disintegrate for the last time.
gd: Mhill buille dheireannach an corp a leig às tonn clisgeach de lùths. Thuit am fear mu dheireadh de a thràillean gu socair mar phùpaid air an do ghearradh na sreangan. Thàinig sùmainn duslaich às a dhèidh nuair a sgaoil na bha air fhàgail dhen bhodhaig a b' àbhaist a bhith bàsmhor uair.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A final blow destroys the lich, releasing a small shock wave of energy outwards. His minions fall like puppets with their strings cut. A cloud of dust billows out as the remnants of the lich’s once-mortal body disintegrate for the last time.
gd: Mhill buille dheireannach an corp a leig às tonn clisgeach de lùths. Thuit na tràillean mu dheireadh aige gu socair mar phùpaidean air an do ghearradh na sreangan. Thàinig sùmainn duslaich às a dhèidh nuair a sgaoil na bha air fhàgail dhen bhodhaig a b' àbhaist a bhith bàsmhor uair.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Aimucasur’s lordship over this cursed ground is broken.
gd: Chaidh an t&#8209;ùghdarras aig Aimeacasur air an làr damnaichte seo a bhriseadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Aimucasur? So you know of this Lich-Lord? Did you know him? Was he a powerful mage?
gd: Aimeacasur? An robh sibh eòlach air ceannard nan corp seo mar-thà? Am b’ aithne oirbh e? Am b’ e draoidh cumhachdach a bh' ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, very powerful. I was not certain of his identity at first, but it is certain now. He lived centuries ago... he appears in our histories, a former headmaster on Alduin. He was reported to have disappeared, and now we know what happened to him.
gd: B' e, glè chumhachdach. Cha robh mi cinnteach cò esan an toiseach, ach tha mi cinnteach a-nis. Bha e beò bho chionn linntean… nochd e san eachdraidh againn nuair a bha e 'na mhaighstir-sgoile san Eilean Alduin. Thugadh iomradh gun deach e a-mach à sealladh agus tha fios againn a-nis mar a dh'èirich dha.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Move along, Elf, unless you enjoy making camp in this slimy bog. I, for one, do not!
gd: Tiugainn, a shìthiche ach nam bu mhiann leibh campachadh sa bhoglach mhucach seo. Cha bu mhiann leamsa!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Listen, you whose eyes are fair but hide a vacuum, do you not think I know what power does to one’s soul? What evils a person is capable of when truth and righteousness are but scrolls that can be rewritten when a queen grows tired of them?
gd: Èistibh rium, a shìthiche nan sùilean bòidheach ach falamh, a bheil sibh den bheachd nach eil fios agam air dè an cron a dh’fhaodadh cumhachd a dhèanamh air anam? Air dè an t&#8209;olc a bhiodhte ris nuair nach mìnich na tha fìor agus ceart ach sgrolaichean a dh’ath-sgrìobhas bànrigh nuair a bhios i sgìth dhiubh?

note: [scenario]: id=19c_Cliffs_of_Thoria
en: The Cliffs of Thoria
gd: Creagan Thara

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Make it to the end of the river
gd: Ruig ceann na h&#8209;aibhne

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Move Konrad to the cave
gd: Gluais Conall dhan uamh

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Rescue the sergeant
gd: Thoir cobhair dhan t&#8209;seàirdseant

note: [side]
en: Drakes
gd: Dràic

note: [unit]: type=Injured Sergeant, id=Warven [unit]: type=Sergeant, id=Warven
en: Warven
gd: Uarbhan

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The party traveled down the river for days, sometimes walking through the shallow water, sometimes swimming, helped by the merfolk.
gd: Shiubhail am buidheann sìos na h&#8209;aibhne fad làithean, a' coiseachd tron tanalach aig amannan agus a' snàmh aig amannan eile le taic an t&#8209;sluaigh-mhara.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: One day they saw a gruesome sight — a fleet of boats and rafts sunk or shattered among the river islands. Konrad sent some of the merfolk to investigate.
gd: An latha a bha seo, chunnaic iad rud oillteil – cabhlach bhàtaichean 's ràthan air an dol fodha no air am milleadh am measg eileanan na h&#8209;aibhne. Chuir Conaill daoine-mara ach an rannsaicheadh iad a' chùis.

note: [message]: role=merman-advisor
en: These are not proper ships, but shallow-draft boats built only recently; much of their timber is green. They were sunk in battle, not by a storm. Those that were not capsized have been burned. The battle must have taken place not long ago, perhaps only a few weeks past. We’ve found no survivors. One more thing...all flew the banner of the Crown of Wesnoth.
gd: Chan e longan cearta a th’ annta ach bàtaichean staoine a chaidh a thogail bho chionn goirid; tha mòran dhen fhiodh uaine. Chaidh an cur fodha le cath seach gaillinn. Chaidh an fheadhainn air nach deach car a chur a’ losgadh. Feumaidh nach b’ fhada nuair a thachair seo bho chionn beagan sheachdainean ’s dòcha. cha do lorg sinn duine beò. Aon rud eile… bha iad uile fo bhratach Crùn Bheasnaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Haven’t you found any enemy boats, ones the Wesnothians were fighting against?
gd: Nach do lorg sibh gin de na bàtaichean aig an nàmhaid ris an ro rinn muinntir Bheasnaid sabaid?

note: [message]: role=merman-advisor
en: No, we have not. If there were any, they are long gone.
gd: Cha do lorg. Nan robh gin ann, ’s fhada bhon a dh’fhalbh iad.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Perhaps the monsters Lord Kalenz alluded to sunk the boats.
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte gun do chuir na biastan air an tug an Tighearna Calans iomradh na bàtaichean fodha.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: That is possible. I would guess they were seeking a way east, just as we are.
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte. Shaoilinn gun robh iad a’ sireadh rathad gun ear mar a tha sinne.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: What do we do next? How much more of the river do we still have to travel?
gd: Dè nì sinn a-nis? Dè cho fada ’s a tha againn ri siubhal a’ leantainn na h&#8209;aibhne?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The mountains north and south of the river are impassable.
gd: Chan eil rathad tro na beanntan tuath ’s deas air an abhainn ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Then we have only two choices: to proceed down the river or to go back where we came from and fight our way through the orcs or the undead.
gd: Chan eil ach dà roghainn againn mar-thà: leantainn air adhart sìos na h&#8209;aibhne no tilleadh air an t&#8209;slighe a thàinig sinn ’s a' sabaid an aghaidh nan deamhan no closach.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We certainly have no time to go back! We must hurry to the home of the North Elves, to meet with our elven allies.
gd: Chan eil ùine air fhàgail dhuinn airson tilleadh ann an dòigh sam bith! Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn agus dachaidh nan sìthichean tuathach a thoirt oirnn ach am bruidhinn sinn ris na caidreabhaich-shìthe againn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador is right. We must go on!
gd: Tha Deilfeadar ceart. Feumaidh sinn leantainn air adhart!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh my! A monster!
gd: Mo chreach! Biast!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: A dragon! A big one!
gd: Dràgon! Fear mòr!

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: I am Keh Ohn, leader of the drakes who have settled upon these cliffs. Who are you?
gd: ’S mise Keh Ohn, ceannard nan dràc a tha a’ fuireach air na creagan seo Cò sibhse?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: A talking dragon?
gd: Dè tha seo, dràgon air a bheil comas labhairt?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I am beginning to understand why you were talking about monsters on our way here, Lord Kalenz.
gd: Tha mi a’ tuigsinn a-nis carson a thug sibh rabhadh dhuinn mu bhiastan air an rathad, a Thighearna Chalans.

note: [message]: role=merman-advisor
en: With all due respect, Your Highnesses, you are both wrong. This is not a dragon. This is a drake.
gd: Gabhaibh mo leisgeul, a Thighearnan, ach chan eil sibh ceart. Chan e dràgon a th’ ann ach dràc.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Here? But, drakes have never been seen in Wesnoth before... Are you certain of this?
gd: An-seo? Ach chan fhacas dràc ann am Beasnad roimhe… A bheil thu cinnteach?

note: [message]: role=merman-advisor Yes, "Eastern Shore" is correct. Merfolk are water-oriented; it's the eastern shore of the Great Ocean.
en: I was born in the Bay of Pearls and spent my entire life on the Eastern Shore. But I have spoken with those who have traveled the Western Ocean and met drakes on their journeys. Therefore, I am certain beyond doubt that the creature flying in front of us is a drake, Delfador. Concerning the drakes having never been seen in Wesnoth, must I remind you that we are not in Wesnoth anymore? There are many unthinkable things and creatures which can be found outside of Wesnoth.
gd: Rugadh ’s thogadh mi sa Bhàgh Neamhnaideach ’s cuir mi mo bheatha seachad aig an oirthir earach. Ach bhruidhinn mi ris an fheadhainn a shiubhail an cuan siar agus thachair iad ri dràic ann. Seo as adhbhar gu bheil mi cho cinnteach ’s a ghabhas gur e dràc a tha sa chreutair a tha a' sgiathadh air ar beulaibh, a Dheilfeadair. Ged nach fhacas dràc ann am Beasnad roimhe, am faod mi cur ’nur cuimhne nach eil sinn ann am Beasnad tuilleadh? Tha iomad nì ’s creutair do-chreidsinneach tabh a-muigh crìochan Bheasnaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: GRROAR!! Will you silly self-centered creatures show some manners and pay some attention to me?
gd: GRRÒR!! Bithibh modhail agus nach doir sibh ur n&#8209;aire dhomh, a chreutairean fèineil?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Eh... well of course, Sir Drake. Let me introduce myself — I am Prince Konrad, leader of the group and heir to the throne of Wesnoth.
gd: È… seadh seadh, a thighearna dhràic. Am faod sinn ur n&#8209;aithne a chur dhuibh – ’S mise am Prionnsa Conall, ceannard a’ bhuidhinn seo ’s oighre cathair Bheasnaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: And I am the Princess, Li’sar, the only daughter of the late King Garard II and Queen Asheviere. I, too, am an heir to the throne of Wesnoth!
gd: Agus ’s mise a’ Bhana-phrionnsa Li’sar an aon nighean aig Rìgh Garard II nach maireann ’s a’ Bhànrigh Aisebheir. ’S agus mise oighre cathair Bheasnaid!

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: (releasing a torrent of fire towards Konrad and Li’sar)
    Soooo... It is you who sent your subordinates to attack us. Now when we’ve destroyed them, you come to do the job yourselves.
gd: (a’ cur teine an comhair Conaill ’s Li’sair)
    Uilll… Mar sin ’s e sibhse a bh’ ann a chuir ur n&#8209;ìochdarain gus ionnsaigh a thoirt oirnn. Bhon a tha sinn air am milleadh, thàinig sibh fhèin gus crìoch a chur oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: No...There is an ongoing civil war amongst us humans. The boats were sent by our enemies, not by us, even if they were Wesnothian boats.
gd: Cha bu sinne a bh’ ann… tha cogadh sìobhalta am measg a’ chinne-daonna. Chaidh na bàtaichean a chur le as nàimhdean ’s cha deach leinne gead as e bàtaichean à Beasnad a th’ annta.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: The Prince speaks the truth.
gd: Tha an fhìrinn aig a’ phrionnsa.

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: I don’t know. Maybe you are telling the truth, maybe not. We drakes don’t trust you. Many of our warriors died in the battle and many more are still healing their wounds, but we still have claws. Go back now and leave us in peace. If you go further we’ll be forced to show them.
gd: Chan eil fios agam. ’S dòcha gu bheil sibh ag innse na fìrinn, ’s dòcha nach eil. Cha chuir na dràic earbsa annaibh. Fhuair mòran de na gaisgich againn bàs sa chath ’s tha mòran a’ slànachadh an lotan fhathast, ach tha spògan oirnn fhathast. Thallaibh ’s leigibh leinn. Ma thèid sibh air adhart, feumaidh sinn ar spògan a nochdadh dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: But we cannot go back. We are on an important mission.
gd: Ach chan urrainn dhuinn tilleadh. Tha misean cudromach ri choileanadh againn.

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: If you defy my warning — prepare for battle.
gd: Ma sheasas sibh an aghaidh an rabhaidh agam – ullaichibh airson sabaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So be it. We have to go down the river; we have no choice. We’ll fight our way through if necessary.
gd: Ullaicheamaid. Feumaidh sinn dol sìos na h&#8209;aibhne ’s chan eil roghainn eile againn. Nì sinn sabaid ma dh’fheumas sinn ach am faigheamaid troimhe.

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: You will regret challenging us. Drakes, to arms!
gd: Bidh sibh duilich gun tug sibh dùbhlan oirnn. A dhràic, togaibh airm!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We’ve found $random gold in the drake nest.
gd: Lorg sinn $random a dh’òr ann an nead nan dràc.

note: [message]: speaker=Keh Ohn
en: GRRROOOOAAAAR!
gd: GRRRÒÒÒÒR!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Hurrah! We’ve killed their leader!
gd: Hu-rè! Mharbh sinn an ceannard aca!

note: [message]
en: Our leader is dead, but it matters not! Time enough to appoint a new leader after the battle is won! Fight on to the last, comrades!
gd: Fhuair ar ceannard bàs, ach chan eil e gu diofar! Bidh cothrom gu leòr againn gus fear ùr a thaghadh nuair a bhios an latha air a dhol leinn! Dèanaibh sabaid gun bhàs, a’ chàirdean!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Keep on going down the river. While we’re at it, let us force as many drakes as possible to pay with their lives. They defy us, and now they will meet the same fate as their leader!
gd: Leanaibh oirbh sìos na h&#8209;aibhne. Gabhamaid an cothrom gus nas urrainn dhuinn de dhràic a chur gu bàs. Tha iad a’ seasamh nur n-aghaidh ’s fiosraichidh iad an aon bhàs a dh’fhiosraich an ceannard aca!

note: [message]
en: We hear and obey, My Lord.
gd: Aidh, mo thighearna!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I see someone at the top of the furthermost cliff!
gd: Tha mi a’ faicinn cuideigin air mullach na creige as fhaide bhuainn!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: It is a young human sergeant, barely more than a boy. He appears badly hurt but still alive.
gd: Siud sàirdseant daonna òg, cha mhòr nach eil e na phàiste fhathast. Tha coltas air gun d’ fhuair e leòn dona ach tha e beò fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I wonder why the drakes haven’t finished him by now? It is strange that there are not any drakes in that area.
gd: Saoil carson nach do chuir na dràic gu bàs e fhathast? Nach neònach nach eil dràc sam bith thall a-bhos.

note: [message]: type=Water Serpent
en: Grrroar
gd: Grrròr

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Well... that answers the question.
gd: Uill… seo freagairt dhut.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: We should try to help the injured soldier.
gd: Bu chòir dhuinn feuchainn ri cobhair a thoirt don t&#8209;saighdear leòinte.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Must I remind you that he, like all the others who died, was sent to kill us!?
gd: Am feum mi cur nur cuimhne gun deach a chur gus ar marbhadh, mar a chaidh na fir eile a fhuair bàs?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Perhaps he was sent after you, but not after me. I am sure that he is still loyal to his princess — the heiress to the throne of Wesnoth!
gd: ’S math dh’fhaoidte gun deach a chur às ur dèidh ach cha deach às mo dhèidh-sa. Tha mi cinnteach gu bheil e dìleas don bhana-phrionnsa aige fhathast – oighre cathair Bheasnaid!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Li’sar, do I have to remind you again that it is Konrad, not you, who is the rightful heir?
gd: A Li’sar, am feum mi cur nur cuimhne gur Conall an oighre dligheach ’s chan ann sibhse?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Be that as it may, I still think we should make an effort to rescue him from the unfortunate position he is in. If you help him, I’ll do my best to convince him that you are not his enemies but his friends.
gd: Co-dhiù no co-dheth, bu chòir dhuinn fhathast feuchainn ri cobhair a thoirt dha bhon trioblaid a th’ air. Ma bheir sibh cobhair dha, nì mi mo dhìcheall gus dearbhadh air nach eil sibh nur nàimhdean ach nur caraidean dha.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Our main goal remains to survive ourselves, but if we can spare the troops, we might try to rescue the sergeant stranded on the cliff. However, I make no promises.
gd: Is gum mair sinn fhìn beò a’ chiad amas againn, ach ma tha gaisgich gu leòr againn, b’ urrainn dhuinn feuchainn ris an t&#8209;seàirdeant a shàbhaladh bhon chreag. Cha gheall mi rud co-dhiù.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: That I do understand, Konrad. I am no stranger to the burden of command.
gd: Tha mi a’ tuigsinn sin, a Chonaill, ’s ann gu bheil mi eòlach air uallach a’ cheannardais.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I’m glad we agree, Li’sar. Now, onward! We must reach the cave.
gd: Tha mi toilichte gu bheil sinn air an aon ràmh, a Li’sar. Tiugainn ma-thà! Feumaidh sinn an uamh a ruigsinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I’m glad we agree, Li’sar. Now, onward! We must continue downstream, past these drakes.
gd: Tha mi toilichte gu bheil sinn air an aon ràmh, a Li’sar. Tiugainn ma-thà! Feumaidh sinn dol sìos na h-aibhne seachad air na dràic seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Warven
en: Who...who are you? A friend or a foe?
gd: Cò… cò sibhse? Caraid no nàmhaid?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We are friends. Don’t worry about it and don’t try to fight us — you are in no condition to fight.
gd: ’S e caraidean a th’ annainn. Na gabhaibh dragh ’s na dèanaibh sabaid nar n&#8209;aghaidh – chan eil sibh slàn gu leòr gus sabaid a dhèanamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I am the Princess, Li’sar, and we are friends. Join us and wait for the healers to help you, young sergeant.
gd: Is mise a’ bhana-phrionnsa Li’sar augs ’s e caraidean a th’ annainn. Thig còmhla rinn ’s cuidichidh na lighichean thu, a sheàirdeint òig.

note: [message]: speaker=Warven
en: Princess Li’sar — here? Your Highness, I am yours to command!
gd: A’ bhana-phrionnsa Li’sar – an-seo? Tha mi fo ur n&#8209;àithne, ur Mòrachd!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Follow us when you think you are capable and beware of monsters. We have fought many already, and there are sure to be more ahead.
gd: Lean oirnn nuair a bhios tu comasach ’s thoir an aire air na biastan. Rinn sinn sabaid an aghaidh mòran dhiubh mu thràth ’s tha barrachd dhiubh romhainn le cinnt.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: There is a cataract ahead. By the thunder of the water and the height of the spume, it must drop several hundred feet at least. We must leave the river before we are swept into it, or we will surely perish!
gd: Tha eas romhainn. Le toirm an uisge ’s cho àrd ’s a tha an cop, feumaidh gu bheil e a’ tuiteam co-dhiù ceud troigh. Feumaidh sinn an abhainn fhàgail mus tèid ur tarraing sìos no gheibh sinn bàs le cinnt!

note: [message]: role=merman-advisor
en: Even we merfolk cannot swim that. The road east is blocked.
gd: Chan urrainn fiù ’s dhan t&#8209;sluagh-mhara snàmh troimhe. Tha an rathad gu ear bacte.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Wait. What about the tributary which flows into the river from inside the mountain? There seems to be a cave...
gd: Fuirichibh oirbh. Dè mu dhèidhinn na leas-aibhne a shruthas don abhainn bho taobh a-staigh na beinne? Saoilidh mi gu bheil uamh ann…

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Legend says that that little river comes from the land of the North Elves. It is said that it is an outflow of Everlore, which flows in the land of my home and that there is a cave system in that area with several cave entrances and springs which flow into the ground. I can say no more about it, except that it is swarming with undead and other creatures which find power in the darkness of the caves. We elves prefer not to venture into the caves; instead we put guards near the entrances to kill any foul creature foolish enough to wander outside. No elves have been inside for centuries and that area is unknown to us. Truly, I don’t recommend entering the cave if we have any other options.
gd: Tha faoinsgeul ag innse gun tig an abhainn bheag bho thìr nan sìthichean thuathaich. Thathar ag ràdh gur e às-sruth bho Abhainn an t&#8209;Seanchais a th’ ann, seo abhainn san dùthaich agam agus siostam uamhan san sgìre aice le tobraichean a shruthas dhan talamh. chan urrainn dhomh barrachd a ràdh mu dhèidhinn ach gu bheil grunn chlosach ’s creutairean eile a’ fuireach ann a gheibh neart bho dhubhar nan uamh. Seachnaidh na sìthichean na h&#8209;uamhan ud; ’s fearr leinn freiceadain a chur faisg air na rathaidean a-steach ach am marbhadh iad gad droch chreutair a bhios gòrach gu leòr gus tighinn a-mach. Cha deach sìthiche a-steach fad linntean ’s chan eil sinn eòlach air an sgìre. Gu dearbh, cha mholainn-sa gun rachadh sinn a-steach nam biodh fuasgladh sam bith eile ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Unfortunately, we have no other options. Onward into the cave!
gd: Gu mì-fhortanach, chan eil roghainn eile againn. A-steach do na h&#8209;uamhan leinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I’ve reached the cave entrance. There seems to be a system of channels running through the mountains. Follow me, and let us hope we somehow manage to get out alive.
gd: Ràinig mi fosgladh na h&#8209;uamha. Chì mi cladhan ann a shruthas tro na beanntan a-rèir coltais. Leanaibh orm an dòchas gun tèid leinn tighinn a-mach beò.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: That is so very encouraging...
gd: Nach brosnachail an òraid a bha seo….

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I wonder what kind of monsters await us inside.
gd: Saoil cò na biastan a tha romhainn taobh a-staigh?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: We are soon going to find out.
gd: Chan fhada gus am faigh sinn a-mach.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Well, there is no point in delaying any further. Let us go and find out.
gd: Uill, chan fhiach barrachd dàlach. Tiugainn ’s gheibh sinn a-mach.

note: [message]: speaker=Warven
en: Yes, my lady!
gd: Aidh mo bhaintighearna!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Everybody inside...
gd: A-steach leinn uile…

note: [scenario]: id=20a_North_Elves
en: Home of the North Elves
gd: Dachaigh nan sìthichean tuathach

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Konrad must reach the Lintanir Forest to the east and hold that position until the turn is over
gd: Feumaidh Conall Coille Liontainir gu ear a ruigsinn agus seasamh gus am bi an cuairt seachad

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Turns run out before reaching the forest
gd: Tha na cuairtean air ruith ort mus do ràinig thu a’ choille

note: [note]
en: Your encampment will be dismantled after the first turn.
gd: Thèid an campa agad a thoirt far a chèile an dèidh na ciad cuairte.

note: [side]: type=Commander, id=Konrad [side]: type=Elvish Marshal, id=El'rien [side]: type=Elvish Lord, id=Uradredia [side]: type=Elvish Lady, id=Parandra
en: Allies
gd: Caidreabhaich

note: [side]: type=General, id=Honber
en: Honber
gd: Tonbair

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: At last, friends, we have almost reached the Lintanir Forest, the home of the North Elves. I was born not far east of here...more years ago than I care to remember.
gd: Mu dheireadh thall, a chàirdean, tha sinn cha mhòr air Coille Liontainir a ruigsinn, dachaigh nan sìthichean tuathach. Rugadh mi nach fhada gu ear bhon a sheo… bho chionn barrachd bhliadhnaichean na chuireadh mi ’nam chuimhne.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: After being in this wilderness for so long, it will be good to get some rest!
gd: Às dèidh a bhith a’ siubhail an fhàsaich ùine cho fada, bi e math beagan fois fhaighinn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: But there is a great fog around us again! We don’t know what dangers may lie ahead!
gd: Ach tha ceò mòr timcheall oirnn a-rithist! Chan eil fios againn dè an cunnart a dh’fhaodadh a bhith romhainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: So long as we move ahead with caution and prudence, I am sure we will reach the safety and hospitality of the elves.
gd: Cho fad ’s a thèid sinn air adhart gu cùramach, tha mi cinnteach gun ruig sinn sàbhailteachd ’s aoigheachd nan sìthichean.

note: [unit]: id=Telerandor, type=Elvish Rider
en: Telerandor
gd: Telearandor

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor [message]: speaker=Glarilon
en: My lords! I have found you at last.
gd: Mo thighearnaibh! Lorg mi sibh mu dheireadh thall.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Greetings, Telerandor, herald of Lintanir! Why have you been searching for us?
gd: Fàilte, a Thelearandoir, earraid Liontainir! Carson a bha sibh ’gar sireadh?

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: When my lord learned of your coming, he sent riders out looking for you! There is trouble afoot!
gd: Nuair a chuala mo thighearna gun tigeadh sibh, chuir e marcaichean ’gur sireadh! Tha trioblaid romhainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Trouble? What kind of trouble?
gd: Trioblaid? Dè seòrsa trioblaid?

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: We have sighted a great host to the south, a host of the men of Wesnoth. And we believe they are looking for you! There is not a moment to lose. You must make haste, east to Lintanir. Only there will you be safe!
gd: Chunnaic sinn feachd mòr gu deas, feachd dhaoine Bheasnaid. Agus saoilidh sinn bu bheil iad air ur tòir! Tha an ùine a ruith oirnn. Feumaidh sibh greasadh oirbh gu ear a Liontainir. Cha bhith sibh sàbhailte mus ruig sibh e!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I only hope we can avoid them. We will have to bear north-east.
gd: Tha mi ’n dòchas gun tèid leinn an seachnadh. Feumaidh sinn dol gu ear-thuath.

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: That is not all, my lord. The foul orcs have heard of the coming of these men, and are even now gathering a great host to oppose them to the north! It is now certain that there will be a great battle.
gd: Tha barrachd ann, mo thighearna. Chuala na deamhain olca gun tàinig na daoine seo ’s tha iad a’ cruinneachadh feachd mòr aca fhèin an-dràsta gus dol ’nan aghaidh bhon tuath! Tha e cinnteach a-nis gum bi blàr mòr ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: This sounds very dangerous. Perhaps we should retreat to the West, and hide until the battle is over?
gd: Abair cunnart! ’S dòcha gum b’ feairrde sinn cùlachadh don iar ’s ar cur am falach gus am bi am blàr seachad.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I think these wild lands are too dangerous for that! Anyhow... I expected you to be on the side of Wesnoth, Li’sar?
gd: Ar leam gu bheil an tìr fhiadhaich a tha seo ro chunnartach gus seo a dhèanamh! Co-dhiù no co-dheth… bhithinn-s’ an dùil gun dèanadh sibh sabaid air taobh Bheasnaid, nach dèanadh, a Li’sar?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I am an honorable princess, not an impostor like you! I promised that I would be on your side until we made it out of these lands, and I will keep my promise!
gd: ’S e bana-phrionnsa onarach a th’ annam seach mealltair mar a tha sibhse! Gheall mi gun cuirinn taic dhuibh gun tigeamaid a-mach às an tìr seo gu sàbhailte agus coileanaidh mi na gheall mi!

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: Sir, madam, there is no time to lose! You must make it east, to the home of my people. Only there will you be safe!
gd: Mo thighearna, mo bhaintighearna, ’s ann gu bheil an ùine a ruith oirnn! Feumaidh sibh an ear a thoirt oirbh ach an ruig sibh dùthaich mo mhuinntir. Chan eil àite sàbhailte eile ann dhuibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Rider, do not fool with us. You yourself say men and orcs wage war on this plain that lies ahead. Do you propose we fly to the great woods of the east?
gd: Na dèanaibh amadain dhinn, a mharcaiche! Bu sibh fhèin a thuirt gu bheil daoine ’s deamhain an sàs ann an cogadh air a’ bhlàr a tha romhainn. Am moladh sibh gun dèanamaid itealaich do choilltean mòra an ear?

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: My lord, you must rush across the field before the main host of each army makes it to the battle. It is the only way to avoid this great calamity.
gd: Mo thighearna, nach doir sinn ar casan leinn thar a’ bhlàir mus tig am prìomh shluagh aig an dà fheachd ann? Seo an aon dòigh a sheachnas sinn mòr-chall.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: I feared you would say that.
gd: B’ eagal leam gun canadh sibh sin.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Come then, Konrad, let us go. We will do what must be done.
gd: Tiugainn ma-thà, a Chonaill. Nì sinn na dh’fheumas sinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Telerandor
en: My lord has begun assembling a party of elves to come and escort you into the forest. Beware, for we are all in great danger!
gd: Tha an tighearna agam a’ cruinneachadh buidheann dhe shìthichean ach an tigeadh iad gus taic a thoirt dhuinn ’nan coimheadachd dhan choille. Thoiribh an aire bhon a tha sinn uile fo chunnart mhòr!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad, the encampment must be torn down. Any delay and these armies will crush us. Any evidence of our passage through here, and they will chase us.
gd: A Chonaill, feumaidh sinn an campa a thoirt far a chèile. Thèid ar sgrios leis an dà fheachd ud ma nì sinn dàil. Ma lorgas iad fianais sam bith gun robh sinn ann, thig iad às ar dèidh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: So, Konrad, do you think we can simply trot across the battlefield?
gd: Nise, a Chonaill, a bheil sibh den bheachd gur urrainn dhuinn togail oirnn thar a’ bhlàir le ’r toil?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Stop for a moment, Li’sar. Look — you can barely see them in the distance there, but the advance scouts have found each other. The Queen’s troops are marching full speed for the orcs’ camp, and vice-versa. These armies are out for blood.
gd: Fuirichibh oirbh greis, a’ Li’sar. Seallaibh – ’s gann gun lèir mi iad aig astar ann a shiud ach lorg na rabhadairean-tòisich càch a chèile. Tha feachd na bànrighe a’ dèanamh caismeachd gu luath gu campa nan deamhan ‘s an caochladh. Tha fuil air miann nam feachdan ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: But they will not neglect to notice our presence in their midst! We are walking into slaughter!
gd: Ach mothaichidh iad oirnn ’nam measg co-dhiù! Tha sinn a’ coiseachd gu àite far am faigh sinn a’ bhàs!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: (hushed) Our soldiers will defend us as we rush across the field. Sorry to be blunt, but you and I are the only ones who need to make it across alive.
gd: (Os ìosal) Dìonaidh na saighdearan againn sinn fhad ’s a ruitheas sinn thar a’ bhlàir. Gabhaibh mo leisgeul airson nam briathran seo ach is sinne an aon fheadhainn a dh’fheumas tighinn troimhe beò.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: ...
gd: …

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: ...and Delfador, of course. And Kalenz... and..
gd: …agus Deilfeadar, gu nàdarra. Agus Calans… agus…

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Ach! I understand, Konrad. I am no stranger to the burden of command. Onward!
gd: Och! Tha mi a’ tuigsinn, a Chonaill, ’s ann gu bheil mi eòlach air uallach a’ cheannardais. Tiugainn!

note: [event]
en: Glarilon
gd: Glaralon

note: [event]
en: Thalindil
gd: Tailindil

note: [message]: speaker=Thalindil
en: (exhausted) We have... (pant) finally found you!
gd: (Sgìth) Tha sinn… (anail ’na uchd) air ur lorg, mu dheireadh thall!

note: [event]
en: Rholandir
gd: Rolaindir

note: [message]: speaker=Rholandir
en: Lord Kalenz, Lord Konrad, our forces are nigh! Do not lose hope!
gd: Mo thighearna Chalains, mo thighearna Chonaill, tha ar muinntir faisg! Na caillibh ur misneachd!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: There are some orcs! We must let them fight the men of Wesnoth, and avoid engaging them at all costs!
gd: Tha deamhain ann! Feumaidh sinn leigeil leotha gun dèan iad sabaid an aghaidh daoine Bheasnaid ’s na rachamaid ’nan aghaidh ann an dòigh sam bith!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: There they are! Charge!
gd: Seo iadsan! Gabhamaid orra!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: There you are! You must come quickly east to Lintanir!!
gd: Seo sibh! Feumaidh sibh Liontainir gu ear a thoirt oirbh gun dàil!!

note: [message]: speaker=El'rien
en: Greetings, Elf-friend! Welcome to Emetria, my hold in Lintanir. You must take shelter here until the battle passes. If you stay with me here for a little while, we will all be safe.
gd: Fàilte, caraid nan sìthichean! Fàilte gu Emetridhea, an daingean agam ann an Liontainir. Feumaidh sibh fasgadh a ghabhail an-seo mus bu am blàr seachad. Bidh sinn uile sàbhailte ma dh’fhuiricheas sibh còmhla rium an-seo greiseag.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you, Lord El’rien. The hospitality of the North Elves is as generous as that of your kin in the south! My men will help you hold out against our enemies.
gd: Tapadh leibh, mo thighearna El’rien. Is fialaidh a tha aoigheachd nan sìthichean tuathach mar a tha aig ur muinntir gu deas! Cuidichidh mo chuideachd sibh gus ur dìon an aghaidh ar nàimhdean.

note: [message]
en: Welcome to Emetria. You must take shelter here until the battle passes. If you stay for a while, we will all be safe.
gd: Fàilte gu Emetridhea. Feumaidh sibh fasgadh a ghabhail an-seo gus am bi am blàr seachad. Bidh sinn uile sàbhailte ma dh’fhuiricheas sibh greis.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Thank you. The hospitality of the North Elves is as generous as that of your kin in the south! My men will help you hold out against our enemies.
gd: Tapadh leibh. Is fialaidh a tha aoigheachd nan sìthichean tuathach mar a tha aig ur muinntir gu deas! Cuidichidh mo chuideachd sibh gus ur dìon an aghaidh ar nàimhdean.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: There is nobody here! We can take shelter here, but must hold out against our enemies alone.
gd: Chan eil duine sam bith ann! ’S urrainn dhuinn fasgadh fhaighinn an-seo greis ach feumaidh sinn seasamh an aghaidh ar nàimhdean nar n-aonar.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad, you have made it to the domain of the North Elves. Continue moving east and let the elves guard your rear.
gd: Ràinig thu dùthaich nan sìthichean tuathach, a Chonaill. Lean air adhart gu ear ach an dìon na sìthichean do chùlaibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We have not yet reached the forest, and the battle still rages. We are caught between two vast armies and cannot escape to safety! We are defeated!
gd: Cha do ràinig sinn a’ choille ’s tha am blàr a’ dol air adhart fhathast. Chaidh ar glacadh eadar dà fheachd mòr ’s cha tèid leinn teicheadh! Chaidh ar ceannsachadh!

note: [message]: speaker=El'rien
en: Elf-friends, you have made it to safety!
gd: A chàirdean nan sìthichean, tha sibh sàbhailte a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: El’rien, we have the Sceptre of Fire with us! We must escort them to Elensiria!
gd: El’rien, tha slat-rìoghail an teine againn! Feumaidh sinn an coimheadachadh gu Elensiria!

note: [message]: speaker=El'rien
en: Indeed. We will escort you to our capital, where we will make council.
gd: Feumaidh gu dearbh. Coimheadaichidh sinn dhan chathair-bhaile sibh far an tig comhairle cruinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Where is your leader? Where is El’rien?
gd: Càite a bheil an ceannard agaibh? Càite a bheil El’rien?

note: [message]
en: Alas, he has fallen just this day! We were told of your coming, Lord Kalenz. Council has already been called. You must hurry, but we cannot afford the men to escort you.
gd: Obhan ò, chaochail e an-diugh! Fhuair sinn naidheachd gun robh sibh a’ tighinn, a thighearna Chalains. Thig an comhairle cruinn ach feumaidh sibh greasadh oirbh o nach eil daoine gu leòr againn gus coimheadaichean a chur ’nur cuideachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: This is grave news. We will carry word to Elensiria. Hold fast! We will send reinforcements.
gd: Abair droch naidheachd! Bheir sinn an naidheachd gu Elensiria. Cumaibh a’ dol! Cuiridh sinn foirlionadh dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Where is El’rien? Where are his men? Things are moving quicker than we feared. Hurry, we must reach Elensiria.
gd: Càite a bheil El’rien? Càite a bheil na daoine aige? Tha cùisean a’ gluasad nas luaithe na bha sinn an dùil. Greasaibh oirbh, feumaidh sinn Elensiria a ruigsinn.

note: [scenario]: id=20b_Underground_Channels
en: Underground Channels
gd: Cladhanan fon talamh

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Find the exit from the underground and move Konrad to it
gd: Lorg an rathad a-mach dhan uachdar ’s gluais Conall ann

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Help the wose fend off the undead attack
gd: Cuidich na gillean-dubha ach an cuir iad ruaig air na closaich

note: [side]: type=Saurian Oracle, id=Szerkz
en: Saurians
gd: Laghairtean

note: [side]: type=Elvish Enchantress, id=Bona-Melodia
en: Bona-Melodia
gd: Binnsheirm

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The party enters the mysterious cave, ready to face the unknown...
gd: Chaidh am buidheann a-steach dhan uamh dìomhair, deiseil gus cur an aghaidh air ge b’ e a thigeadh orra…

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: It is unfortunate that the drakes distrusted us. Keh Ohn seemed noble and powerful, and under different circumstances, might have provided us with some insights about these caves.
gd: Tha e mì-fhortanach nach do chuir na dràic earbsa annainn. Bha coltas uasail is treun air Keh Ohn agus bhiodh e comasach air naidheachd a thoirt dhuinn mu dhèidhinn nan uamhan seo mura robh còmhstri air èirigh eadarainn.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Move along, elf, unless you enjoy making camp in this dank cave. I, for one, do not!
gd: Tiugainn, a shìthiche ach nam bu mhiann leibh campachadh san uamh fliuch seo. Cha bu mhiann leamsa!

note: [message]: speaker=Bona-Melodia
en: Get that vile creature!
gd: Glacaibh an creutair olc ud!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Hold!
gd: Stadaibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Bona-Melodia
en: Milord Kalenz! My apologies. I mistook you for one of those foul lizardmen. How came you to be traveling such paths?
gd: A thighearna Chalains! Gabhaidh mo leisgeul. Shaoilinn gur e fear dhe na laghairtean olca a bhiodh annaibh. Carson a tha sibh a’ siubhal nan rathaidean seo?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Change is coming to the human lands. We rush to Elensiria seeking assistance, and the perils of the Arkan-thoria presented the quickest route.
gd: Tha cùisean gu bhith atharrachadh air tìrean a’ chinne-dhaonna. Tha sinn a’ feuchainn ri Elensiria a ruigsinn cho luath ’s a ghabhas feuch am faigh sinn cobhair agus b’ e Argantara chunnartach an t-slighe as giorra.

note: [message]: speaker=Bona-Melodia
en: Uradredia has already called a meeting of the Council of Lintanir. You must hurry, for they gather even now.
gd: Tha Uraidredia air coinneamh comhairle Liontainir iarraidh mar-thà. Feumaidh sibh greasadh oirbh on a tha iad a’ tighinn cruinn an-dràsta.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Then there is little time! Fare well.
gd: Chan eil mòran ùine air fhàgail! Beannachd leibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: What is this? Where is your leader?
gd: Dè tha seo? Càite a bheil an ceannard agaibh?

note: [message]
en: We were beset by many foul lizardmen. Alas, Bona-Melodia has fallen.
gd: Ghabh grunn laghairtean olca oirnn. Mo thruaighe! Thuit Binnsheirm.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: This bodes ill for Lintanir. We rush to Elensiria on other matters but will carry word of what has transpired here.
gd: Seo droch-naidheachd dha Liontainir. Feumaidh sinn Elensiria a ruigsinn gu luath air adhbharan eile ach innsidh sinn dhaibh mar a thachair an-seo.

note: [message]
en: Lord Uradredia has called a meeting of the Council of Lintanir. Rumor is there are greater needs than ours.
gd: Tha Uraidredia air coinneamh comhairle Liontainir iarraidh mar-thà. Chuala sinn gum feum càch cobhair nas èiginniche.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Then we must hurry. Stand fast! We shall send reinforcements.
gd: Feumaidh sinn greasadh oirnn mar-thà. Cumaibh a’ dol! Cuiridh sinn foirlionadh dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: What is this? Where are the guardians? I see signs of battle everywhere: saurian footprints, elvish blood. This bodes ill for Lintanir. We must hurry onward to Elensiria. Quickly, before we, too, are beset.
gd: Dè tha seo? Càite a bheil na geàird? Chì mi comharran sabaide air feadh an àite: Lorgan-coise laghairte, fuil shìthiche. Seo droch-naidheachd dha Liontainir. Feumaidh sinn Elensiria a ruigsinn gu luath. Thoiribh ur casan leibh mus gabh iad oirnne cuideachd.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: From far in the distance comes the sound of branches snapping, followed by a long, hollow boom. The world goes silent for a moment.
gd: Tha sibh a’ cluinntinn geugan a bhriseadh aig astar agus dùdaidh mhòr. Tha sàmhchair air an t-saoghal greis.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Can you feel it? It is as if the entire forest is stunned! Something has happened and, I fear, not for the good.
gd: Am fairich sibh e? Tha coltas gu bheil a’ choille gu lèir ann an tuaineal! Tha rudeigin air tachairt agus mise an dùil gur e droch-ghnìomh a bh’ ann.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A hollow screech echoes throughout the caverns. The air suddenly seems fresher and lighter.
gd: Tha sgreuchail àrd a’ tighinn tro na h-uamhan. Gu h-obann, tha coltas nas aotruime ùire air an adhar.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Whatever that was, the world rejoices.
gd: Ge b’ e dè a bh’ ann, tha an saoghal a’ dèanamh aoibhneas.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Greetings, Sir Wose. We seek the exit to these caverns.
gd: Sin sibh, a’ Mhaighstir Ghille-dhuibh. Tha sinn a’ sireadh slighe a-mach às na h-uamhan seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: If ... hmm dum ... you could help rid us of these ... alam hurum ... infernal undead, I would be ... alam alam ... look to the north and east ... hmm ... most grateful. Har alam dum.
gd: Ma … thà dum … chuireadh sibh taic dhuinn gus cuidhteas fhaighinn dhe … alam thurum … na closaich uamhasach ud, bhithinn … alam alam … siribh gu tuath is gu ear … thà … glè thaingeil. Thàr alam dum.

note: [message]: speaker=unit Intentionally courtly and formal here as a counter-point to the rough going when talking to Haralamdum.
en: Well met, stranger.
gd: Is math ur coinneachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Well met, indeed. We seek the exit to these caverns.
gd: Is math ur coinneachadh dha-rìribh. Tha sinn a’ sireadh slighe a-mach às na h-uamhan seo.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Then you should look to the north and east. But, if you would, might we ask your assistance?
gd: Bo chòir dhuibh a lorg gu tuath is ear. Gidheadh, am faod sinn ur cuideachadh iarraidh?

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: What aid might we offer?
gd: Dè an cuideachadh a bheireamaid dhuibh?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: If you would help rid these caverns of those infernal undead, the Ancient One would be most grateful.
gd: Nan cuireadh sibh taic dhuinn ach am fuadaicheamaid na closaich damnaichte o na h-uamhan seo, bhiodh am Fear Àrsaidh glè thaingeal.

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Ancient one?
gd: Cò am Fear Àrsaidh?

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Our elder. Called, by some, Haralamdum.
gd: Is esan an t-èildear againn. Cuiridh cuid Haralamdum air.

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: Har hum har ... hmm ... well ... har alam dum ... good.
gd: Thà thum thàr … thà … uill … thàr alam dum … glè mhath.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Those undead will bother you no more, Sir Wose.
gd: Cha chuir na closaich ud dragh oirbh tuilleadh, a Mhaighstir Ghille-dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We still must find the exit from these caverns, Konrad.
gd: Feumaidh sinn an t-slighe a-mach às na h-uamhan seo a lorg, a Chonaill.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Yes, Delfador. I’m afraid we must be going, Sir Wose.
gd: Feumadh gu dearbh, a Dheilfeadair. Is eagal leam gum feum sinn falbh, a Mhaighstir Ghille-dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: Well, I say ... hmm dum har ... young Master Delfador? Harum-alam-alam. So it is! Hmm hmm alam ... how is your head?
gd: Uill, uill … tha dum thàr … a Mhaighstir Dheilfeadair òig? Tharum-alam-alam. Sin mar a thà e! Thà thà alam … ciamar a tha do cheann?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: My head?
gd: Mo cheann?

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum "just the other day" probably means a few decades ago. To Haralamdum, Ur Thorodor is a very young wose … a small, young twig on the end of a new branch of an ancient tree, who has not yet earned the honorific 'Ur'
en: Just the other day ... hmm ... I was speaking with that twig ... alam ... alam dum ... Thorodor? Hmm ... yes ... hum ... he said you took a ... alam har ... nasty blow to the head ... hmm ... and he feared you were dead.
gd: ’S ann gun robh mi a’ bruidhinn ris a’ gheug a bha seo … thà … o chionn greis … alam … alam dum … Torodor, an robh? Thà … bhà … thum … thuirt e gun do dh’fhulaing sibh … alam har … buille dhona air ur ceann … thà … agus b’ eagal leis gun robh sibh marbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador Over 50 years ago, probably 52, to be more precise.
en: That was many years ago, I’m afraid. Now, we really must be moving along ...
gd: ’S ann o chionn iomadh bliadhna a thachair sin ma-thà. Nise, feumaidh sinn falbh on a tha a’ chabhag oirnn …

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: So hasty ... hmm ... there was something ...
gd: Cho cabhagach … thà … bha rud …

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: Har dum ... oh, yes, the book.
gd: Thàr dum … aidh, seadh, an leabhar.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Book?
gd: Dè leabhar?

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: When you asked Thorodor for ... harum ... assistance? Hmm ... hmm ... He thought you meant the book ... har hmm ... but you had rushed off ... alam ... alam dum ... and died before he could tell you I have it.
gd: Nuair an do dh’fhaighnich sibh … tharum … cuideachadh dhe Thorodor, am b’ e? Thà … thà … bha esan dhen bheachd gun robh aibh a-mach air an leabhar … thàr thà … ach dh’fhalbh sibh gu luath …  alam … alam dum … agus chaochail e mus robh cothrom aige innse duibh gun robh cead agaibh iarraidh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I remember no book.
gd: Chan eil cuimhne agam air leabhar.

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: I am sure ... dum hum ... well, the head ... alam lum alam ... yes, it was somewhere around here ... hum dum da dum ... Thorodor thought it ... hmm ... quite important ... lum harum dum ... perhaps near my home stump?
gd: Tha mi cinnteach … dum thum …  uill, an ceann …  alam lum alam … seadh, bha e am badeigin an-seo …  thum dum dà dum … Shaoil Torodor gun robh e … thà … caran cudromach …  lum tharum dum … ’s dòcha faisg air an stoc-dachaigh agam?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am sorry, I remember no book. Now, we really must be off.
gd: Tha mi duilich ach chan eil cuimhne agam air leabhar sam bith. Nise, feumaidh sinn falbh dha-rìribh.

note: [message]: speaker=Haralamdum
en: So hasty. Har alam dum.
gd: Nach cabhagach a tha sibh. Thàr alam dum.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The wose silently fade into the forest.
gd: Tha na gillean-dubha a’ dol am falach sa choille gu sàmhach.

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: Should $unit.name| read the book?
gd: An tog $unit.name| an leabhar gus a leughadh?

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: female^Should $unit.name| read the book?
gd: An tog $unit.name| an leabhar gus a leughadh?

note: [option]
en: Yes
gd: Togaidh

note: [object]: id=wose_lore
en: Wose Lore
gd: Naidheachdan nan Gillean-dubha

note: [object]: id=wose_lore
en: This massive book is filled with the Lore and Legends of the Wose. Any who read it learn deeply of the ways of the twig and leaf, the tree and the forest.
gd: Tha an leabhar mòr seo làn ghliocasan is seann-naidheachdan nan Gillean-dubha. Ionnsaichidh an fheadhainn a leughas e gu domhainn mu dhòighean na gèige, na duilleige, na craoibhe agus na coille.

note: [object]: id=wose_lore
en: The book is filled with meaningless tales of sticks and leaves, and childish stories about trees and forest creatures.
gd: Tha an leabhar seo làn faoin-sgeulachdan mu bhataichean is duilleagan le beag chiall agus sgeulachdan leanabaidh mu chraobhan is creutairean na coille.

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: Upon finishing the book, $unit.name| has a much greater understanding of the forest, its nature and ways, and all the creatures within it. Unfortunately, as the last page was turned, the book crumbled to dust.
gd: Nuair a chuir $unit.name| crìoch air an leabhar, bhuannaich e mòr-thuigse air a’ choille agus a dòighean agus air a h-uile creutair a tha a’ fuireach innte. Gu mì-fhortanach, chaidh an leabhar ’na dhuslach nuair a thionndaidh e an duilleag mu dheireadh.

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: female^Upon finishing the book, $unit.name| has a much greater understanding of the forest, its nature and ways, and all the creatures within it. Unfortunately, as the last page was turned, the book crumbled to dust.
gd: Nuair a chuir $unit.name| crìoch air an leabhar, bhuannaich i mòr-thuigse air a’ choille agus a dòighean agus air a h-uile creutair a tha a’ fuireach innte. Gu mì-fhortanach, chaidh an leabhar ’na dhuslach nuair a thionndaidh i an duilleag mu dheireadh.

note: [option]
en: No
gd: Cha tog

note: [scenario]: id=21_Elven_Council
en: The Elven Council
gd: Comhairle nan sìthichean

note: [side]: type=Elvish Lord, id=Uradredia
en: Uradredia
gd: Uraidredia

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Champion, id=Bellrok
en: Bellrok
gd: Beallrok

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Avenger, id=Tindolean
en: Tindolean
gd: Tainnlean

note: [unit]: type=Elvish Enchantress, id=Everlore
en: Everlore
gd: Buansheanchas

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: Greetings, and welcome to our capital. You should feel honored. It has been half a century — a generation in the way your race counts time — since any man has been considered elf-friend enough to stand here in Elensiria.
gd: Fàilte oirbh dhan chathair-bhaile againn! ’S e onair a th’ ann dhuibh. B’ e leth-linn a bh’ ann – ginealach a-rèir gnàth aithris air an àm mar a tha aig ur daoine – bhon a mheasadh air duine mar dheagh charaid nan sìthichean ach am faodadh e tighinn a dh’Elensiria.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We are indeed honored.
gd: ’S e onair a th’ ann dhuinn gu dearbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I might also say that it is you who are honored. It has been so long since you have been graced by the presence of a princess of Wesnoth.
gd: Bu chòir dhomh ràdh gur ann dhuibhse a tha an onair cuideachd. B’ bho chionn aimsir gun robh sibh ann an cuideachd bana-phrionnsa Bheasnaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Silence, foolish girl! With such arrogance, is it any surprise that the royal family of Wesnoth long ago saw their ancient alliances fall to pieces?
gd: Nach ist thu, a chaileag ghòrach! Le àrdan mar sin, am b’ e iongnadh a bh’ ann gun do chaill teaghlach rìoghail Bheasnaid na seann chaidreabhaich aige bho chionn linntean?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Yes... you are right, sir. It is I who am honored to be here, and I apologize for my discourtesy.
gd: Aidh… tha sibh ceart. ’S ann dhomhsa a tha an onair a bhith an-seo agus tha mi a’ guidhe ur leisgeul airson dìth na modhalachd agam.

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: Delfador the Great. As wise with his tongue in advice as he is strong with his staff in battle. A rare combination, especially among men.
gd: A Dheilfeadair Mhòir. Tha glic air a theanga a’ toirt comhairle mar a tha e neartmhor leis a shlat air a’ bhlàr. Chan fhaighear an dà chuid còmhla gu tric, gu h&#8209;àraidh am measg a’ chinne-daonna.

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: How quickly does the race of men mature! Only twenty-one winters have passed since I last laid eyes on you, Konrad, yet you are now a grown man. A proven warrior stands before me!
gd: Nach luath a dh’fhàsas daoine suas! Chan e ach aon gheamhradh air fhichead bhon a chunnaic mi sibh an turas mu dheireadh, a Chonaill ach tha sibh ’nur inbheach a-nis! Tha dearbh ghaisgeach ’na sheasamh air mo bheulaibh!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Forgive me, Elf, but I’m afraid I do not recall meeting you before.
gd: Gabhaibh mo leisgeul, a shìthiche, ach feumaidh mi aideachadh nach eil cuimhne agam oirbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Konrad, this is Parandra. She helped me rescue you from the clutches of Asheviere.
gd: A Chonaill, seo Parandra. Thug i cuideachadh dhomh gus do shaoradh bho dhubhain Aisebheir.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I had no idea! Thank you, my lady. It is a pleasure to meet you again.
gd: Cha robh fios agam! Mòran taing, mo bhaintighearna. Tha mi toilichte ur coinneachadh a-rithist.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Rescued him from my mother? But twenty-one years ago Konrad would have been an infant! What is this you are talking about?
gd: Saoradh bho mo mhàthair? Cha bhiodh Conall ach ’na leanabh bho chionn aon bhliadhna air fhichead! Cò air a tha sibh a-mach?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Your mother has much blood upon her hands, child. She has had many killed unjustly. When Konrad was an infant, she ordered all the princes put to death, so she could seize control.
gd: Dhòirt do mhàthair mòran fala, a nighinn. Dh’iarr i bàs iomadh dhaoine gu h&#8209;eucorach. Nuair a bha Conall ’na leanabh, dh’òrdaich i gun rachadh gach prionnsa a chur gu bàs ach an cuireadh i an dùthaich fo smachd.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: She had them murdered? There were others too, not just Konrad? Surely you do not speak the truth! Parandra, what do you say?
gd: An ann gun do dh’òrdaich i am bàs? An robh feadhainn eile seach Conall ann? Cha chreid mi gu bheil an fhìrinn agaibh! A Pharandra, dè ur beachd?

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: When Delfador the Great speaks of the Queen Dowager, Asheviere, ordering the princes of Wesnoth to be put to death, he speaks the truth.
gd: Nuair a dh’innis Deilfeadar Mòr gun do dh’iarr a’ bhànrigh-dhubhairiche Aisebheir bàs prionnsachan Bheasnaid, ’s ann gun do dh’innis e an fhìrinn.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: And what say you, Elf-king?
gd: Is dè ur beachd-sa, rìgh nan sìthichean?

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: I did not see it myself, but I have heard many reliable reports. Asheviere indeed has the blood of the princes on her hands. She has also allowed orcs to desecrate the lands, abandoning all respect for the peoples around her.
gd: Chan fhaca mi fhìn e ach tha mi air iomadh naidheachd earbsach a chluinntinn mu dhèidhinn. ’S e Aisebheir a chuir na prionnsachan gu bàs. Leig i leis na deamhain an tìr a dhì-choisrigeadh bhon a chuir i gach spèis do chàch dhan dàrna taobh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Well, that is why I must take the Sceptre. I will return, and people will accept me as Queen. I will rule justly and fairly. My mother is only Queen Dowager. The throne is rightfully mine, and with the Sceptre I can prove it.
gd: Uill, seo as adhbhar gum feum mi an slat-rìoghail a ghabhail. Tillidh mi ’s gabhaidh mo shluagh rium mar bhànrigh. Riaghlaidh mi mar as còir ’s gu cothromach. Chan eil mo mhàthair ach ’na bànrigh-dhubhairiche. ’S ann leamsa a tha a’ chathair is ’s ann leis an t&#8209;slat-rìoghail a dhearbhaicheas mi e.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Young lady, there is some good in you, but the throne is not yours to claim. Konrad has the Sceptre. He will take the throne.
gd: A’ nighinn-uasail, tha cridhe agaibh, ach chan ann leibhse a tha a’ chathair gu dligheach. Tha an slat-rìoghail aig Conall. Gabhaidh esan a’ chathair.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Well, I have the Sceptre! I will return and the people will accept me as Queen! My mother is only Queen Dowager. The Throne is rightfully mine, and I will rule from it with justice and fairness. I may even accept you as my adviser and counselor, Delfador.
gd: Uill, ’s ann agamsa a tha an slat-rìoghail! Tillidh mi ’s gabhaidh mo shluagh rium mar bhànrigh! Chan eil mo mhàthair ach ’na bànrigh-dhubhairiche. ’S ann leamsa a tha a’ chathair is riaghlaidh mi mar as còir’s gu cothromach. ’S dòcha gun gabh mi ruibh mar fhear-comhairle, A Dheilfeadair.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Though you have the Sceptre, Li’sar, it is rightfully Konrad’s. You have it now only because we helped you get it.
gd: Ged a thog sibh an slat-rìoghail, a Li’sar, is còir dha bhith aig Conall gu dligheach. Chan eil e agaibhse an-dràsta ach air sgàth ’s gun tug sinn cuideachadh dhuibh.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: And if I refuse to give it to him?
gd: ’S dè thachras ma dhiùltas mi a thoirt dha?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: If it is necessary, I will ask Konrad to fight you in a duel for it.
gd: Iarraidh mi bho Chonall gun dèan e còmhrag-dithis ’nur n&#8209;aghaidh mas èiginn dhomh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador! Li’sar has become our friend. I don’t want to fight her! As long as she rules well, what does it matter if she becomes queen?
gd: A Dheilfeadair! ’S e ar caraid a th’ ann an Li’sar a-nis. Chan eil mi airson sabaid ’na h&#8209;aghaidh! Cho fad ’s a riaghlaidh i gu math, dè an diofar mas e ise a’ bhànrigh?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: You are the rightful heir. You should be king, Konrad.
gd: Is tusa an t&#8209;oighre dligheach. Bu chòir dhutsa a bhith ’nad rìgh, a Chonaill.

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: Delfador, you have raised Konrad to be skillful and wise, honorable and just. A warrior who has respect, and appreciates peace. Yet the throne is not the place for him. You know of what I speak, Delfador.
gd: A Dheilfeadair, dh’àraich sibh Conall ach am biodh e sgileil ’s glic, onarach ’s cothromach. ’S e gaisgeach suimeil a th’ ann agus measail air sìth. Ach chan e a’ chathair an t&#8209;àite far am bu chòir dha bhith. Tha fios agaibh cò air a tha mi a-mach, a Dheilfeadair.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: But I do not! What is your meaning, Parandra?
gd: Ach chan ann agamsa! Dè as ciall dha, a Pharandra?

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: In time, things will be revealed, fair Princess. For the moment, go forth and claim the throne of Wesnoth.
gd: Thèid cùisean am follais nuair a thig an t&#8209;àm, a bhana-phrionnsa. Rachaibh ann gus cathair Bheasnaid iarraidh an-dràsta.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Parandra, what you say may seem right to some, but as long as you and I speak to no-one of what we know, I see no reason why Konrad would not best have the throne.
gd: A Pharandra, bhiodh na tuirt sibh ceart a-rèir cuid, ach cho fad ’s nach bruidhinn mise no sibh fhèin mun rud air a bheil sinn eòlach, chan eil adhbhar ann carson nach bu chòir a’ chathair a bhith le Conall.

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: In so many things you are right, Delfador, and your wisdom is unmatched in the world of men. But in this, you are mistaken. Li’sar is the heir. She should take the throne. Now that I have met her for myself, I am sure of it.
gd: Tha sibh ceart mu dhèidhinn iomadh rud, a Dheilfeadair agus sibhse am fear as glice am measg a’ chinne-daonna. Ach ’s ann gu bheil sibh cearr mun chùis seo. ’S e Li’sar a tha san oighre. Bu chòir dhise a’ chathair a ghabhail. Tha mi cinnteach mu dhèidhinn a-nis bhon a tha mi air tachairt rithe.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: She will claim the throne, and not me? What should I do?
gd: An ann gun gabh ise a’ chathair seach mise? Dè nì mi a-nis?

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: Li’sar should be Queen, but you will go with her. Indeed, I suspect we could not convince you otherwise. I have seen the way you look at her, Konrad. I think that now you would follow her even to the ends of the earth.
gd: ’S e Li’sar a bu chòir a bhith ’na bhànrigh ach thèid sibh còmhla rithe. Cha chreid mi gun atharraicheamaid ur miann co-dhiù. Chunnaic mi an dòigh a choimheadas sibh oirre, a Chonaill. Cha chreid mi nach leanadh sibh oirre gu deireadh an t&#8209;saoghail.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: With all due respect, my lady, she is my cousin! There is nothing between us!
gd: Gabhaibh mo leisgeul, mo bhaintighearna ach ’s e mo cho-ogha a th’ innte! Chan eil dad eadarainn!

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: Then if it is as you say, Konrad, perhaps you should stay here with us. It would surely be safer for you. The elves could show you things that would amaze you, things that no man has seen before.
gd: Mas e mar seo a tha cùisean, a Chonaill, ’s dòcha gum b’ fheairrde sibh fuireach an-seo còmhla rinn. Bhiodh e na bu shàbhailte dhuibh gun teagamh. Shealladh na sìthichean cùisean-iongnaidh dhuibh nach fhaca duine beò a-riamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: That is a generous offer, my lady, but you are indeed right, I would rather go with Li’sar.
gd: ’S ann gu bheil sibh fialaidh, mo bhaintighearna, ach ’s ann gu bheil sibh ceart cuideachd gum b’ fhearr leam falbh còmhla ri Li’sar.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: And what say you, Uradredia?
gd: Agus dè ur beachd-sa, Uraidredia?

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: Tell me, Li’sar, are you willing to fight your own mother for the throne?
gd: Innsibh dhomh, a Li’sar, a bheil sibh deònach sabaid an aghaidh ur màthar airson na cathrach?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: It is for the good of the country. If it is necessary, I will fight her, Elf-king.
gd: Airson math na dùthcha, nì mi sabaid na h&#8209;aghaidh ma dh’fheumas mi, a rìgh nan sìthichean.

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: I feel that this lady speaks the truth. Delfador, although I know that you do not concur, the words of Parandra, daughter of Elandria are wise. Rest here for a time, and then go forth with them.
gd: Saoilidh mi gum bruidhinn a’ bhaintighearna seo an fhìrinn. A Dheilfeadair, ged a tha fios agam nach aontaich sibh, tha briathran Parandra nighean Ealanidria glic. Gabhaibh fois an-seo greis agus falbhaibh còmhla riutha an uairsin.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: And you who have been with us for a time, Kalenz son of Kliada, what say you?
gd: ’S sibhse a tha air siubhail ’nar cuideachd ùine mhath, a Chalains mac Cliada, dè ur beachd-sa?

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Wisdom has been spoken here today, Delfador. We have been with Li’sar in the most trying of times, and risked life and limb with her. Yet we still have both our lives and our limbs. She lacks experience, and has too much of the brashness of youth, but she will make a good queen in time.
gd: Tha sinn air gliocas a chluinntinn an-diugh, a Dheilfeadair. Bha sinn an cuideachd Li’sar ann an cruaidh-chàs agus air ar beathannan a chur fo chunnart leatha. Ach tha sinn beò fhathast. Tha eòlas a dhìth oirre is tha cus dànadais na h&#8209;òige innte ach ’s e bànrigh mhath a bhios innte an ceann ama.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: So, the Elven Council has spoken. But which path should we take on our journey? The Ford of Abez will not be passable, for surely it will be watched and guarded by many men.
gd: Mar sin tha comhairle nan sìthichean air co-dhùnadh a ghabhail. Ach dè an rathad a ghabhas sinn? Cha b’ fhaigheamaid thar Àth Abais bhon a bhios iomadh freiceadan ann gun teagamh.

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: There is another way by which you can return to Wesnoth: past the mountains of the dragons and through the dark valley, to the land of the East. From there you can return to Wesnoth and surprise the Dark Queen, catching her off guard.
gd: Tha rathad eile ann air am b’ urrainn sibh Beasnad a ruigsinn: seachad air monadh nan dràgonan ’s tron ghleann dhorcha. Rachaibh chun dùthcha earaich bhon as urrainn dhuibh tilleadh dha Bheasnad gun dùil aig a’ bhànrigh dhuibh oirbh ach am beir sibh an sgiath-chùil dhi.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Mountains of the dragons? That sounds very dangerous! I didn’t even think there were such things as dragons!
gd: Monadh nan dràgonan? Tha coltas glè cunnartach air ainm! Cha shaoilinn gun robh rud a leithid dràgonan ann!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: No dragon has been sighted in those mountains for many years, but they retain their name of old. Still, that path will be dangerous for us. Is there not another route we might take?
gd: Chan fhacas dràgon sam bith sa mhonadh ud fad bhliadhnaichean mòra ach tha an t&#8209;ainm seo orra fhathast. Co-dhiù no co-dheth, bidh an rathad ud cunnartach. Nach eil rathad eile ann a b’ urrainn dhuinn gabhail?

note: [message]: speaker=Uradredia
en: All routes are dangerous, though there is some hope along this path. Rest, and then go forth, friends. Fortune has smiled upon you so far, despite great dangers. Perhaps she will continue to do so.
gd: ’S ann gu bheil gach rathad cunnartach ach bhiodh dòchas agaibh air an rathad ud-sa. Gabhaidh fois agus falbhaibh an uairsin, a chàirdean. Tha sibh fortanach gu ruige seo a dh’aindeoin chunnartan mòra. Gum biodh sibh fortanach air an rathad ud mar an ceudna.

note: [message]: speaker=Parandra
en: Yes, rest. Your soldiers will be tended to and refreshed. We have made sure you will leave our protection with the resources to finish your journey.
gd: Seadh, gabhaibh fois. Gheibh na saighdearan agaibh cùram ’s ath-bheòthachadh. Nì sinn cinnteach gum bi agaibh na dh’fheumas sibh gus an triall agaibh a thoirt gu buil.

note: [scenario]: id=22_Return_to_Wesnoth
en: Return to Wesnoth
gd: Tilleadh dha Bheasnad

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The battlefield falls silent as a loud shriek fills the air.
gd: Thàinig sàmhchair air a’ bhlàr agus sgreuchail air an adhar.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Look! In the distance! I have never before seen such a thing!
gd: Seallaibh aig astar! Chan fhaca mi a leithid a-riamh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: What a surprise! This world never ceases to amaze me.
gd: Abair iongnadh! Nach mìorbhaileach a tha ar saoghal.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Such wondrous beasts! It appears our aid in their mountain homeland is being repaid.
gd: Seallaibh air na creutairean drùidhteach ud! Tha coltas gu bheil iad a’ toirt taing dhuinn airson na chobharach a thug sinn dhaibh sa mhonadh aca.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Assault from the air? What an intriguing idea!
gd: Ionnsaigh on adhair, an e? Abair beachd àraidh!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You can now recruit Gryphons!
gd: ’S urrainn dhut Iolairean-leòmhann a thrusadh a-nis!

note: [part]
en: After many days enjoying the strange food and fine linen of his hosts, restlessness overtook Konrad. The urgency nagged at him as he donned a new tunic and fastened newly-oiled leather straps.
gd: Nuair a bha e air tlachd a ghabhail às am biadh annasach ’s adhart grinn a luchd-aoigheachd iomadh latha, thàinig iomagan air Conall. Bha an deifir ’ga shàrachadh fhad ’s a bha e a’ cur lèine ùr air ’s a’ teannachadh iallan air an ùr-oladh.

note: [part]
en: He strode the halls of the elven citadel, visiting and encouraging his soldiers. Many were elves about to leave behind the comfort and peace of their capital to make war on a vast human army — his war. The weight of that thought bore on him.
gd: Choisich e tro thallachan daingeann nan sìthichean, a’ tadhal air na saighdearan aige ’s am misneachadh. ’S e sìthichean a bh’ ann an cuid mhath dhaibh, an impis an cathair-bhaile cofhurtail sìtheil aca fhàgail gus dol don chogadh an aghaidh feachd mòr a’ chinne-daonna – don chogadh aigesan. Bha an smuain seo trom air inntinn.

note: [part]
en: Konrad stood on the rampart staring out towards the horizon as his men bustled below. He suddenly realized why he was uneasy: he had been staring at thin streams of black smoke, merging into the clouds far in the distance. He shouted orders to depart and was ardently obeyed.
gd: Bha Conall ’na sheasamh air an rampair a’ coimhead air an fhàire fhad ’s a bha na daoine aige trang foidhe. Thàinig e a-steach dha gu h&#8209;obann carson a bha an an-fhois air: bha e a’ coimhead air sruthan tana de smùid dhubh a’ co-mheasgachadh leis na neòil fad air falbh. Ghairm e òrduighean gum falbhte agus ghreas a mhuinntir.

note: [part]
en: Kalenz’s champion courtiers escorted Konrad and Delfador through their forest, a near-invincible vanguard. War had spread to the Northlands, but by taking long-deserted trails through the rugged eastern hills, it failed to find the band of rebels. The high craggy peaks of the mountains of the Dragons looked down on them in deserted desolation.
gd: Choimheadaich comh-sheòd Chalains Conall ’s Deilfeadar tron choille aca mar thùs-fheachd sheasmhach. Bha an cogadh air tighinn don tìr tuath ach chum buidheann nan aramaichean sàbhailte bhon a ghabh iad slighean nach cleachdte bho chionn fhada tro na cnuic garbha gu ear. Bha sgurran aig monadh nan dràgonan os an cionn san tìr fhàs seo.

note: [part]
en: After spending the greater part of a year in remote, dangerous wastes, Konrad’s heart leapt at the thought this journey was almost over. Though the greatest danger lay ahead, he knew he was finally returning home.
gd: Às dèidh cnap math den bhliadhna a chur seachad san fàsach chunnartach iomallach, thog an smuain gun robh deireadh a thriall ri thighinn crithe Chonaill. Ged a bha an cunnart as motha roimhe fhathast, bha fios aige gun robh e a’ tighinn dhachaigh mu dheireadh thall.

note: [side]: type=General, id=Josephus
en: Josephus
gd: Eòsaphus

note: [message]: speaker=Malatus
en: Halt! Who goes there?
gd: Stadaibh! Cò th’ ann?

note: [message]: speaker=Dwar-Ni
en: Look! It is the traitor Li’sar, with the old mage and the filthy elven lord. Quickly, capture them! The Queen wishes to make them her prisoners.
gd: Seallaibh! Seo Li’sar brathadair còmhla ris an t&#8209;seann-draoidh agus tighearna salach nan sìthichean. Gabhaibh greim orra gu luath! Tha a’ bhànrigh ’gan iarraidh mar phrìosanaich.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: What? I, a traitor? It is the Queen who is a traitor, for not obeying the wishes of King Garard II. We have the Sceptre of Fire, so let us in!
gd: Dè? Brathadair, mise? ’S e a’ bhànrigh a tha sa bhrathadair bhon a chuir i miann rìgh Garaird II don dàrna taobh. Tha slat-rìoghail an teine againn, mar sin leigibh leinn tighinn a-steach!

note: [message]: speaker=Malatus
en: You leave us no choice but to kill you.
gd: Chan eil roghainn againn ach ur cur gu bàs a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Malatus [message]: speaker=Josephus
en: These intruders are stronger than we expected. Call in the reinforcements!
gd: Tha na sgimilearan nas treuna na bha sinn an dùil. Gairmibh foirlionadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Dacayan
en: The Queen has sent us to aid you in capturing these rebels.
gd: Chuir a’ bhànrigh sinn gus taic a thoirt dhuibh ach an glac sinn na aramaichean ud.

note: [message]: speaker=Malatus [message]: speaker=Josephus
en: We have changed the plan. Now we are killing them.
gd: Tha sin air am plana atharrachadh. Is sinne a tha chuireas às dhaibhsan a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We must make haste! Far greater challenges lie before us. By tarrying here we’re diminishing our resources.
gd: Thoiribh ur casan leibh! Tha dùbhlain nas motha romhainn fhathast. Caillidh sinn an cothrom ma ghabhas sinn fois an-seo.

note: [scenario]: id=23_Test_of_the_Clans
en: Test of the Clan
gd: Deuchainn a’ chinnidh

note: [lua]: wesnoth.wml_actions.show_countdown
en: Defeat one more enemy unit | Defeat $units_to_slay enemy units
gd[0]: Thoir buaidh air $units_to_slay aonad an nàmhad
gd[1]: Thoir buaidh air $units_to_slay aonad an nàmhad
gd[2]: Thoir buaidh air $units_to_slay aonadan an nàmhad
gd[3]: Thoir buaidh air $units_to_slay aonad an nàmhad

note: [lua]: wesnoth.wml_actions.show_countdown
en: Still $units_to_slay clan member to defeat! | Still $units_to_slay clan members to defeat!
gd[0]: Feumaidh tu buaidh a thoirt air $units_to_slay fhear a’ chinnidh fhathast!
gd[1]: Feumaidh tu buaidh a thoirt air $units_to_slay fhear a’ chinnidh fhathast!
gd[2]: Feumaidh tu buaidh a thoirt air $units_to_slay fir a’ chinnidh fhathast!
gd[3]: Feumaidh tu buaidh a thoirt air $units_to_slay fear a’ chinnidh fhathast!

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat enemy leaders
gd: Thoir buaidh air na ceannardan nàmhad

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Alric [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Ruga [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Daryn [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Bayar
en: Plainsmen
gd: Muinntir na Machrach

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Alric [then]
en: Sir Alric
gd: Alraig

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Ruga [then]
en: Sir Ruga
gd: Rùga

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Sir Daryn [then]
en: Sir Daryn
gd: Dàrain

note: [side]: type=Grand Knight, id=Bayar [then]
en: Lord Bayar
gd: Baithear

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Greetings, men of the plains.
gd: Mo dhùrachdan, a dhaoine a’ mhagha.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Daryn
en: What do these intruders want? We did not invite them here, that is certain.
gd: Dè tha na sgimilearan seo ag iarraidh? Is cinnteach nach tug sinn cuireadh orra.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We come in peace! We wish for you to aid us in our struggle against Asheviere, the evil queen.
gd: Sìth bitheadh eadarainn! Tha sinn a’ guidhe ur cuideachadh leis an strì an aghaidh na bànrighe oilce Aisebheir.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Alric
en: We will not join you. You who are led by these youths and this old man.
gd: Cha ghabh sinn pàirt ann, a dhaoine fo stiùireadh òganach ’s bodaich.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: You are for us or against us. If you do not join us to overthrow the evil queen, we will strip you of your power, once the throne is rightfully reclaimed.
gd: Chan urrainn dhuibh bhith ach air ar son no ’nar n&#8209;aghaidh. Mura tig sibh còmhla rinn gus a’ bhànrigh olc a cheannsachadh, bheir sinn gach cumhachd bhuaibh nuair a bhios a’ chathair air a gabhail gu dligheach.

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: Hah! You think you can seize the throne? Defeat us in battle and we will join you, or leave now and never return!
gd: Ha! A bheil sibh den bheachd gun gabh sibhse a’ chathair? Cuiribh ruaig oirnn air a’ bhlàr agus gabhaidh sinn ribh no falbhaibh an-dràsta gun tilleadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Very well. We will fight you.
gd: Mas e sin ur beachd, dèanamaid sabaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: Fools! We will run you down like dogs!
gd: Amadain! Cuiridh sinn an teicheadh oirbh!

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Alric
en: There is no turning back for you now. This is a fight to the death!
gd: Chan fhaod sibh an caochladh beachd a thoirt oirbh a-nis. Seo sabaid chun a’ bhàis!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Delfador, this is sheer madness. We cannot afford to play games when we should be marching against the Queen.
gd: A Dheilfeadair, chan e ach dubh mhì-chiall a tha seo. Chan urrainn dhuinn a bhith ri geamannan fad ’s am bu chòir dhuinn dol an aghaidh na bànrighe.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Lord Bayar, halt this folly! I challenge you to a personal combat.
gd: A’ Mhorair Bhaitheir, cuiribh stad air an amaideas seo! Bheir mi dùbhlan còmhraige oirbh.

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: Ho! You have amused me, young heir. Ho, ho, challenge indeed.
gd: Hò! nach sibhse a tha èibhinn, oighre òig. Hò hò, dùbhlan dha-rìribh.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Young heir? Then you assent to my claim?
gd: Oighre òg, an e? Mar sin, an gabh sibh ris an tagradh agam?

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: Impudence. Bah! Do you see orcs on our plains? Did we not grant you a test of your strength?
gd: Abair ladarnais. Bath! Am faic sibh deamhain air ar magh? Nach tug sinn cothrom dhaibh gus ur neart a dhearbhadh?

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: I fail to see the purpose of this exercise. It only weakens us.
gd: Cha tuig mi an t&#8209;adhbhar air. Cha dèan seo ach ar lagachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: No, whelp. You may be weakened, but the horse clans are eternal. I will promise you this, however. If you can defeat me in battle, I myself will join your siege of Weldyn.
gd: Cha dèan, ùmaidh. Dh’fhaoidte gum bi sibhse lag, ach cha tig crìoch air cinnidhean nan each. Seo na gheallas mi dhut co-dhiù. Ma cheannsaicheas tu mi air a’ bhlàr, gabhaidh mi fhìn pàirt san t&#8209;sèist agaibh air Bealdan.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Ruga [message]: speaker=Sir Daryn [message]: speaker=Sir Alric
en: Aye.
gd: Aidh.

note: [event]
en: If you reduce Lord Bayar, Sir Ruga, Sir Daryn, or Sir Alric to 0HP, you’ll receive a reward!
gd: Ma dh’ìslicheas tu puingean-beatha a’ Mhorair Bhaitheir, An Ridire Rùga,  An Ridire Dàrain no An Ridire Alraig gu 0, gheibh thu duais!

note: [message]: speaker=Bayar
en: I cannot believe this! You have defeated me! You are now my liege, and I leave the battlefield in shame. But the Clan shall fight on!
gd: Cha chreid mi e! Cheannsaich sibh mi! Is sibhse mo cheannard a-nis agus fàgaidh mi am blàr le nàire orm. Ach nì an cinneadh sabaid fhathast!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Their leader has fallen but still they fight!
gd: Tha an ceannard air tuiteam ach tha iad a’ sabaid fhathast!

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Daryn
en: You can defeat me, but the Clan will never fall. Our numbers are endless!
gd: Cheannsaich thu mi ach cha tuit an cinneadh gu sìorraidh bràth. Tha ar muinntir pailt gun chrìch!

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Ruga
en: Even as I pledge my lance to your service, my Clan fights on!
gd: Ged a tha mi a’ gealladh gun lean mi oirbhse, nì mo chinneadh sabaid fhathast!

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Alric
en: A humiliating defeat, yet you are no match for the might of the Clan!
gd: ’S e ruaig tàmailteach a fhuair mi, ach cha seas sibh an aghaidh cumhachd a’ chinnidh!

note: [message]: role=clanboss
en: Stop! I cannot believe this! You have defeated us! Indeed, you are worthy, worthy even to claim the throne. The clans will help you. We will fight with you against the Queen.
gd: Stadaibh! Cha chreid mi e! Chuir sibh ruaig oirnn! Tha sibh airidh gu dearbh, fiù ’s air a’ chathair. Bheir na cinnidhean cuideachadh dhuibh. Nì sinn sabaid còmhla ribh an aghaidh na bànrighe.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: So you admit defeat! You will serve me in fighting the evil queen?
gd: Tha sibh ag aideachadh mar-thà gun deach ur ruaig! An lean sibh orm a’ sabaid an aghaidh na bànrighe?

note: [message]: role=clanboss
en: We will serve you, my lord. You will make a worthy king.
gd: Leanaidh sinn oirbh, mo thighearna. ’S e rìgh airidh a bhios annaibh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The mighty riders of the eastern plains, the Knights of the Clans, are now yours to command!
gd: Tha marcaichean a’ mhaigh earraich, ridirean nan cinnidhean fo do stiùireadh a-nis!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I think you are mistaken! You will help me be queen.
gd: Ar leamsa tha sibh cearr! Bheir sibh cuideachadh dhomhsa ach an tèid mi ’nam bhànrigh.

note: [message]: role=clanboss
en: Who then is your leader? Whom do we serve?
gd: Cò ur ceannard mar-thà? Cò air a leanas sinn?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: You will serve us. You will protect our flanks while we make way straight for the Queen. With you on either flank, we can surely overcome her.
gd: ’S ann oirnne a leanas sibh. Dìonaidh sibh ar taobh fad ’s a nì sinn air a’ bhànrigh. Nì sinn a’ chùis oirre le cinnt ma dhìonas sibh an dà thaobh againn.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: Delfador, don’t you think it is time we settled this?
gd: A Dheilfeadair, nach eil sibh dhen bheachd gun tàinig an t&#8209;àm a nì sinn rèiteachadh air a’ chùis?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: Yes, it is time. It is time for the truth to be told. I had hoped to take this secret to my grave, but it isn’t to be. You elves live too long, and though I have tried hard to understand, your wisdom is foreign to me.
gd: Thàinig. Thàinig an t&#8209;àm gus an fhìrinn innse. Bha mi ’n dòchas gun doirinn an rùn-dìomhair seo leam don uaigh, ach cha doir. Tha beatha nan sìthichean ro fhada ’s ged a dh’fheuch mi ur tuigsinn, tha ur gliocas coimheach dhomh fhathast.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Secret? What secret, Delfador? What are you talking about?
gd: Rùn-dìomhair? Dè an rùn-dìomhair a tha seo, a Dheilfeadair? Cò air a tha sibh a-mach?

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We should not speak of it now. Instead come with me, Konrad and Li’sar, to the top of Mount Elnar. To look at Weldyn. To make plans for the battle, and to talk.
gd: Cha bu chòir dhuinn bruidhinn mu dhèidhinn an-dràsta. A Chonaill, a Li’sar, thighibh còmhla rium gu mullach Beinn Ealnair ach an coimhead sinn air Bealdan. Dèanamaid planaichean airson a’ bhlàir is bruidhneamaid an-siud.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: We are routing their forces! Let’s see if the Clan has had enough. Their help in guarding our flanks will be invaluable.
gd: Tha sinn a’ cur ruaig air an fheachd aca! Faigheamaid a-mach a bheil an cinneadh seachd searbh. Bidh an cuideachadh gus ar dà thaobh a dhìon glè luachmhor.

note: [scenario]: id=24_Battle_for_Wesnoth
en: The Battle for Wesnoth
gd: Blàr Bheasnaid

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Asheviere
gd: Thoir buaidh air Aisebheir

note: [part]
en: Here we overlook the city of Weldyn. The great city. The ancient city. The city of evil. The city of good. The city of men.
gd: Chì sinn baile Bhealdain. Am baile mòr. Am baile àrsaidh. Baile an uilc. Baile a’ mhaith. Baile a’ chinne-daonna.

note: [part]
en: I have not looked upon this city for twenty-one years. Twenty-one years ago, when I should have been at the height of my power. But my strength failed me. I failed, and I cannot atone for it.
gd: Chan fhaca mi am baile seo fad aon bhliadhna air fhichead. B’ ann aon bhliadhna air fhichead air ais a bu chòir do mo chumhachd a bhith a b’ àirde. Ach dh’fhàillig a’ chumhachd annam. Dh’fhàillig mi ’s chan urrainn dhomh a rèiteachadh.

note: [part]
en: The battle had been long and hard. We had been defeated. Eldred was slain, but I knew that Asheviere’s wrath would be great. That many innocents would be slain. I had to save the monarchy. I had to save the princes. I made haste to Weldyn, before the guards of Asheviere could get there, to carry out their evil orders.
gd: B’ e cruaidh fada a bh’ anns a’ bhlàr. Chaidh ar ruaig. Bha Eldred air a mharbhadh ach bha fios agam gun rachadh Aisebheir dhi fhèin le fearg. Gun rachadh iomadh duine neo-chiontach a mharbhadh. Bha agam ris a’ mhonarcachd a shàbhaladh. Bha agam ris na prionnsachan a shàbhaladh. Chaidh mi a Bhealdan cho luath ’s a ghabhadh mus ràinigeadh geàrdan Aisebheir gus na h&#8209;òrduighean olca aca a chur an gnìomh.

note: [part]
en: But I failed. I was too late. I entered the chambers of the youngest prince, Prince Konrad, just as one of the evil ones ran him through. All was lost. The heirs were slain. Only Asheviere and her daughter had any claim to the throne.
gd: Ach dh’fhàillig mi. Ràinig mi ro anmoch. Chaidh mi a-steach do sheòmar a’ phrionnsa as òige, Conall aig an dearbh àm a chuir fear de na geàrdan claidheamh troimhe. Bha a h&#8209;uile rud air a chall agus na h&#8209;oighrean air am marbhadh. Cha robh còir-dhlighe na chathrach ach aig Aisebheir ’s a nighean.

note: [part]
en: Of course, you are surprised by this, but it is the truth. In haste, I vanquished the evil ones who had committed this foul deed. Then I took the little prince’s broken body, and away I rode. Far away, to the land of the elves.
gd: Cuiridh seo iongnadh oirbh gun teagamh ach seo an fhìrinn. Fhuair mi cuidhteas de na fir olca a rinn an gnìomh uabhasach ud gu luath. Thug mi corp briste a’ phrionnsa bhig leam agus dh’fhalbh mi air each astar mòr gu tìr nan sìthichean.

note: [part]
en: By strange and mysterious fortune, the Elf Lady Parandra had come across a human child. She knew not where he had come from, only that the orcs would have eaten him if it weren’t for her intervention. The elves felt that great fortune smiled upon this man-child. Perhaps that is why this most truthful of peoples agreed to my plan.
gd: Le fortan annasach, bha a’ bhaintighearna Parandra air tachairt air pàiste. Cha robh fios aice cò às a thàinig e ach bhiodh na deamhain air ithe mura robh i air a shàbhaladh. Bha na sìthichean den bheachd gun robh am fortan leis an fhir bhig. ’S dòcha gur e seo as adhbhar gun do dh’aontaich an sluagh fìrinneach seo ris a’ phlana agam.

note: [part]
en: After burying the little prince, we agreed never to speak of him again. Instead, this orphan child we would call Konrad, and he would be brought up to be king. I would say that I had slain the guards before they had carried out their evil deed, instead of after. No one would ever have to know. And no one did know for certain, until now.
gd: Nuair a bha sinn air am prionnsa beag a thìodhlacadh, dh’aontaich sinn nach bruidhneamaid mu dhèidhinn gu bràth tuilleadh. Chuireamaid Conall air an dìlseachdan ’na àite agus thogamaid mar rìgh e. Dh’innsinn gun do mharbh mi na geàrdan mus do choilean iad an gnìomh olc aca. Cha bhiodh fios aig duine gu bràth tuilleadh air na thachair dha-rìribh. Agus cha robh gus an latha an-diugh.

note: [part]
en: I had thought that we could one day make you king, Konrad. But now I see that fate has made a different choice. That despite all of Asheviere’s evil, this Li’sar is fit for the throne. She is the rightful queen, from a long line of kings, stretching all the way back to the seafarers of old from the west.
gd: Shaoil mi gun dèanamaid rìgh dhiot nuair a thigeadh an latha, a Chonaill. Ach mhothaich mi gun tug an dàn roghainn eile dhuinn. A dh’aindeoin olc Aisebheir, tha Li’sar airidh air a’ chathair. ’S e a’ bhànrigh dhligheach a th’ innte agus sìol nan rìghrean a thàinig bho na daoine siarach àrsaidh taobh thall na mara.

note: [part]
en: Now, let us not tarry here any longer! The dawn breaks! The time has come for the heir to the throne to claim it!
gd: Nise, na fuiricheamaid an-seo tuilleadh! Thàinig a’ chamhanach oirnn! Thàinig an t&#8209;àm gun gabh an t&#8209;oighre a’ chathair!

note: [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Haliel-Maga
en: Haliel-Maga
gd: Hailiel-Maga

note: [side]: type=General, id=Heford
en: Heford
gd: Heaford

note: [side]: type=Cavalier, id=Sir Kalm
en: Sir Kalm
gd: Calum

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: So, these rebels come at last to face me, while most of my army is off fighting the fickle clans.
gd: Seallaibh, tha na aramaichean air tighinn ’nam aghaidh mu dheireadh thall fad ’s a tha a’ mhòrchuid den fheachd agam air falbh a’ sabaid an aghaidh nan cinnidhean caochlaideach.

note: [message]: role=clanboss
en: Wretched wench. Your army is tasting death as we speak. The clans have arrived to unseat you, pretender!
gd: A’ chaillich dhìblidh! Tha sinn trang a’ cur bàs air an fheachd agad. Thàinig na cinnidhean gus do thoirt far na cathrach, a thagaraich!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Surrender, mother. The land’s blood is spent. I have come to take my rightful place.
gd: Gèillibh, a mhàthair! Chaidh cus fala a chur mar-thà. Thàinig mi gus an t&#8209;àite dhligheach agam a ghabhail.

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: Ahh. My own daughter, a turncoat. So it is true. Such treason my reign must endure! But endure it will.
gd: À. ’S e brathadair a tha ’nam nighean fhèin. ’S e an fhìrinn a th’ ann mar-thà. Abair brathadh a dh’fheumas mo dhùthaich fulang! Ach fulaingidh i.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: How long must the people endure your rule? Give the throne to your daughter. She is the rightful heir. We even hold the Sceptre to prove it!
gd: Dè fo fada ’s a bhios aig an sluagh fulang fodhaibhse? Thoiribh a’ chathair don nighean agaibh. ’S e an t&#8209;oighre dligheach a th’ innte. Tha fiù ’s an slat-rìoghail againn gus seo a dhearbhadh!

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: Delfador! My old tormentor! Treason! Men! Seize them! Kill them! Kill them all!
gd: A Dheilfeadair! Sgaradair a bh’ annaibh a-riamh dhomh! Brathadh! A ghillibh! Gabhaibh greim orra! Marbhaibh iad! Cuiribh iad uile gu bàs!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Take this, witch!
gd: Gabh seo, a chaillich!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Mother, I swore to end your reign of evil, and now I shall.
gd: A mhàthair, mhionnaich mi gun cuirinn crìoch air ur rìoghachd olc agus seo na nì mi a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: Daughter, I built this kingdom for you. It has all been for you!
gd: A nighinn, ’s ann dhutsa a thog mi an rìoghachd seo. ’S ann air do shon-sa a rinn mi a h&#8209;uile rud!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Even now, can you not tell the truth? Your greed has corrupted your soul. You are a monster! A murderess! It pains me to kill you, mother, but you have chosen your own fate. For Wesnoth!
gd: Nach urrainn dhuibh an fhìrinn innse dhomh a-nis? Tha ur sannt air ur n&#8209;anam a mhilleadh. ’S e uilebheist a th’ annaibh! Murtair! ’S cruaidh orm ur marbhadh, a mhàthair, ach ’s e sibhse a roghnaich ur dàn. Air sgàth Bheasnaid!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Li’sar strikes a killing blow!
gd: Chuir Li’sar buille a’ bhàis oirre!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: You have hunted me across the countryside, indeed across the years. Here I am, Dark Queen.
gd: Bha sibh an tòir orm fad is farsaing thar nam bliadhnaichean. Seo mise, a’ bhànrigh dhorch.

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: I was sure I had killed you, yet you haunt me still. Be gone, demon! I banish you, ghost!
gd: Bha mi cinnteach gun do chuir mi gu bàs thu ach nì thu tadhal orm fhathast. Thalla, a dheamhain! Air fògairt, a thaibhse!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Oh, wretched lady, I am very real. The land has suffered from your greed and ambition. You will now be held to account for your misdeeds. For the young Prince Konrad! For WESNOTH!
gd: A bhaintighearna dhìblidh, tha mi anns an da-rìribh. Tha an dùthaich air fulang fo ’r sannt ’s uaill-mhiann. Pàighidh sibh airson ur droch ghnìomhan a-nis. Air sgàth Chonaill a’ phrionnsa òig! Air sgàth BHEASNAID!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Konrad strikes a killing blow!
gd: Chuir Conall buille a’ bhàis oirre!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: As I destroyed your son, I now destroy you.
gd: Mar a mhill mi ur mac, millidh mi sibh fhèin a-nis.

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: You were always defiant, wizard, and no one has thwarted my plans as determinedly as you.
gd: Bha sibh ladarna a-riamh, a dhraoidh agus cha chuireadh duine sam bith eile stad air na cuir mi romhad cho daingeann ’s a chuir sibhse.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I have always been a humble servant of the Crown, and remain such even now.
gd: Cha robh mi ach ’nam shearbhanta iriseal a’ chrùin agus ’s e seo na th’ annam fiù ’s an-dràsta.

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: Delfador! You utterly disgust me, you sniveling worm. How dare you confront me, your queen?
gd: A Dheilfeadair! Cha chuir sibh ach gairiseachadh orm, a dhiùghaidh nam fiùbhaidh! Na gabhaidh oirbh dol ’nam aghaidh, is mise ur bànrigh!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: How dare I? I, High Provost of the Council of Archmagi...
gd: Ach gabhaidh! Is mise Àrd-phrobhaist Comhairle nan Àrd-dhraoidh…

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: ... bearer of the staff of An-Usrukhar, guardian of the Book of Crelanu ...
gd: … giùlanair Slat An-Usrukhair, cùra leabhar Chrealanu …

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: ... Mage Protector of The Kingdom Of The Peoples Of The West-North, Chief Advisor to the <i>Crown</i>...
gd: … Draoidh-tèarmannair Rìoghachd an t&#8209;Sluaigh Shiar-thuaith, Àrd-chomhairle a’ <i>Chrùin</i>…

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: ... and personal counselor to my King and my <i>friend</i>, Garard the Second, whom you most <i>foully</i> betrayed...
gd: … agus comhairle pearsanta don Rìgh agus <i>caraid</i> agam, an Dàrna Garard air an do rinn sibh brathadh gu fìor-<i>olc</i> …

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: I am Delfador the Great and TODAY YOU MEET YOUR ATONEMENT!
gd: Is mise Deilfeadar Mòr agus ’S ANN AN-DIUGH A PHÀIGHEAS SIBH!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: In a horrific inferno of magical rage, Asheviere is completely annihilated!
gd: Chaidh cur às do dh’Aisebheir gu tur le gailleann-theine dhraoidheach fheargach uabhasach!

note: [message]: speaker=Asheviere
en: Treason! The evil ones have slain me!
gd: O mo bhrathadh! Mharbh an fheadhainn olca mi!

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: And so passes Asheviere, the dark queen of Wesnoth.
gd: Seo mar a chaochail Aisebheir, bànrigh dhorcha Bheasnaid.

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: We have won at last! Li’sar! You will be queen!
gd: Fhuair sinn buaidh mu dheireadh thall! A Li’sar! Bidh sibh ’nur bànrigh!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: Yes, but I won’t ever forget what you have done for me, Konrad, Delfador, and Kalenz.
gd: Bidh gu dearbh, ach cha dìochuimhnich mi gu bràth na rinn sibh air mo sgàth, a Chonaill, a Dheilfeadair agus a’ Chalains.

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: So much blood. So much death. For what? A title?
gd: Torr fala ’s torr bàis. Is dè as adhbhar? Tiotail?

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: For justice, Elf Lord. We fight because if we do not, evil would prevail. But, I implore you to let the dead have their rest. We have taken victory. Tomorrow is a new day, friends... let us build this kingdom anew.
gd: Is ceartas as adhbhar, a thighearna nan sìthichean. Nì sinn sabaid bhon a gheibheadh an t&#8209;olc làmh an uachdair mura dèanadh. Ach guidheam oirbh gum faigh na mairbh tàmh. Tha sinn air buannachd fhaighinn. ’S e lath ùr a bhios againn a-màireach, a chàirdean… togamaid an rìoghachd seo às ùr.

note: [scenario]: id=25_HttT_Epilogue
en: Epilogue
gd: Crìoch-sgeòil

note: [part]
en: And so the Dark Queen’s reign was ended. Li’sar, daughter of Garard II and Heir to the Throne of Wesnoth, was crowned Queen and Bearer of the Sceptre of Fire, which she would pass on to all her successors.
gd: ’S ann mar sin a thàinig rìoghachd na bànrighe duirche gu crìch. Chrùnte Li’sar nighean Gharaird II agus oighre na cathrach ’na bànrigh agus ’na giùlanair slat-rìoghail an teine a bheireadh i do na h&#8209;oighreachan aice uile.

note: [part]
en: Her reign was long, and she undid the evil deeds of her mother.
gd: Mhair a rìoghachd fada agus chàirich i an t&#8209;olc a rinn a màthair.

note: [part]
en: Delfador became Li’sar’s High Counselor, advising her in the most important matters of state. He lived until a ripe old age and was granted a royal funeral, after which he was buried in the Royal Crypt in Weldyn.
gd: Chaidh Deilfeadar ’na Àrd-chomhairle do Li’sar agus thugadh e comhairle dhi mu chùisean cudromach na rìoghachd. Ràinig e seann aois agus fhuair e tìodhlacadh rìoghail ann an Rèilig Rìoghail Bhealdain.

note: [part]
en: Kalenz returned to his home in the North and never again returned to the lands of men.
gd: Thill Calans dhachaigh gu tuath agus cha do thadhail e air tìr a’ chinne-daonna gu bràth tuilleadh.

note: [part]
en: Konrad became a noble in Li’sar’s court. He married Li’sar, and together they had two sons and a daughter.
gd: Chaidh Conall ’na dhuine uasail ann an cùirt Li’sar. Phòs e Li’sar agus bha dithis mhac agus nighean aca.

note: [part]
en: The bones of the young Prince Konrad were retrieved from the elves and buried in the Royal Crypt in Weldyn, which Konrad visited to pay homage every week.
gd: Fhuaradh cnàmhan Chonaill a’ phrionnsa òig bho na sìthichean agus rinneadh tìodhlacadh ann an Rèilig Rìoghail Bhealdain air an do thadhladh Conall gach seachdain gus urram a thoirt dha.

note: [variation]: race=human [unit_type]: id=Battle Princess, race=human
en: female^Battle Princess
gd: Bana-phrionnsa a’ bhlàir

note: [variation]: race=human [unit_type]: id=Battle Princess, race=human
en: A noble by birth, the Princess has learnt swordplay with the greatest generals and battle tactics with the greatest sages, making her both a great combatant and a leader. Now battle-hardened and strong of will, she can aid those around her in the art of combat.
gd: ’S e maighdeann uasail a tha sa bhana-phrionnsa agus dh’ionnsaich i sabaid leis a’ chlaidheamh bho na cinn-armailt as cliùmhoire agus ro-innleachd a’ bhlàir bho na sàr-eòlaichean. Mar sin, tha i fìor mhath air sabaid ’s air stiùireadh nan saighdearan. ’S urrainn dhi taic a thoirt dhan fheadhainn mu timcheall bhon a tha i eòlach is seasmhach air a’ bhlàr.

note: [variation]: race=human [variation]
en: with sceptre
gd: leis an t-slat-rìoghail

note: [attack]: type=fire
en: sceptre of fire
gd: slat-rìoghail an teine

note: [variation] [unit_type]: id=Commander
en: The rank of Commander is held by those who lead battle groups into combat. Possessing leadership skills, they give lower-level units in adjacent hexes improved performance in combat. Commanders are best skilled with the sword, although they also carry a bow to use when necessary. If the Commander is lost, so is the battle.
gd: Cuirear ceann-feadhna air an fheadhainn a stiùiricheas buidhnean air a’ bhlàr. Tha sgilean ceannardais aca agus nì aonadan le rang ìosal sabaid nas fhearr ma tha iad ri an taobh. Tha cinn-fheadhna as fhearr leis a’ chlaidheamh ach tha bogha aca cuideachd a chleachdas iad ma bhios feum air. Caillear a’ bhlàr ma thuiteas na cinn-fheadhna.

note: [unit_type]: id=Dark Queen, race=human
en: female^Dark Queen
gd: Bànrigh Dhubh

note: [unit_type]: id=Dark Queen, race=human
en: The evil queen Asheviere has terrorized Wesnoth for many years. Her knowledge of magic makes her a worthy foe in combat, although her power is mostly derived from those she commands.
gd: Tha a’ bhànrigh olc Aisebheir a’ maoimeadh muinntir Bheasnaid os cionn iomadh bliadhna a-nis. ’S e nàmhaid chunnartach a th’ innte bhon a tha i eòlach air draoidheachd ged a gheibh i a’ mhòrchuid dhe a cumhachd bho na daoine fo a smachd.

note: [attack]: type=impact
en: scepter
gd: slat-rìoghail

note: [attack]: type=cold
en: raging blizzard
gd: gailleann-shneachda

note: [variation]
en: defeated
gd: ruaig

note: [variation] [unit_type]: id=Fighter
en: Young and brash, Fighters attack with a sword, and are vulnerable to more seasoned enemies. However, they have the potential to become great warriors one day.
gd: Bhon a tha iad òg is dàna, bheir cathaichean ionnsaigh leis a’ chlaidheamh agus gheibh nàimhdean as eòlaiche làmh an uachdair orra gu tric. Gidheadh, thig an latha gum bi cuid dhiubh ’nan sàr-ghaisgeach.

note: [unit_type]: id=Injured Sergeant
en: Injured Sergeant
gd: Sàirdseant leòinte

note: [variation] [unit_type]: id=Lord
en: The noble leaders of many troops, Lords are especially strong in melee combat, and also possess skill with the bow. Like Commanders, Lords possess leadership skills, and improve the fighting ability of all adjacent lower-level units.
gd: Tha na morairean ’nan ceannardan uasail san fheachd agus tha iad gu sònraichte math air sabaid dhlùth agus sgileil air a’ bhogha. Mar a tha aig cinn-fheachd, tha sgilean ceannardais aca agus cuiridh iad ri comasan sabaid na fheadhna le rang ìseal a tha ’nam fagas.

note: [variation]: race=human [unit_type]: id=Princess, race=human
en: female^Princess
gd: Bana-phrionnsa

note: [variation]: race=human [unit_type]: id=Princess, race=human
en: A noble by birth, the Princess has learnt swordplay with the greatest generals and battle tactics with the greatest sages, making her both a great combatant and a leader. The units of lower level around the Princess will fight better due to her presence.
gd: ’S e maighdeann uasail a tha sa bhana-phrionnsa agus dh’ionnsaich i sabaid leis a’ chlaidheamh bho na cinn-armailt as cliùmhoire agus ro-innleachd a’ bhlàir bho na sàr-eòlaichean. Mar sin, tha i fìor mhath air sabaid ’s air stiùireadh nan saighdearan. Nì an fheadhainn le rang ìosal a tha ’na fagas sabaid nas fhearr air a sgàth.

note: [unit_type]: id=Sea Orc, race=orc
en: Sea Orc
gd: Deamhan-mara

note: [unit_type]: id=Sea Orc, race=orc
en: While often viewed as inferior to their land-loving counterparts, Sea Orcs represent a great leap for all goblins as they have adapted to aquatic environments. With their curved swords they are competent fighters, although their lack of a ranged attack and poor defense on land do represent strategic weaknesses.
gd: Ged a thathar ’gam meas suarach an coimeas an fheadhainn a dh’fhuiricheas air an tìr, ’s e ceum mòr a th’ anns na deamhain-mhara airson nam bòcan bhon as urrainn dhaibh fuireach san uisge a-nis. Tha iar math air sabaid leis na claidheamhan croma aca ach a tha iad lag air tìr agus ionnsaigh astair a dhìth orra.

note: [unit_type]: id=Sleeping Gryphon, race=gryphon
en: Sleeping Gryphon
gd: ’Na shuain

note: [unit_type]: id=Sleeping Gryphon, race=gryphon
en: Shhhh! The gryphon is sleeping! You’d better not wake it up!
gd: Nach ist thu! Tha an iolaire-leòmhainn ’na chadal. Na dùisg e!

note: [firststrike]: id=initiative
en: initiative
gd: deisealachd

note: [firststrike]: id=initiative
en: All adjacent friendly units will strike first in melee combat, even when defending.
gd: Gabhaidh gach aonad càirdeil ri taobh an aonaid seo a’ chiad buille san t&#8209;sabaid dhlùth, fiù ’s nuair a bhios iad ’gan dìon fhèin.

note: [firststrike]: id=initiative
en: This unit’s grasp of melee tactics allows adjacent allies to strike the first blow even when defending.
gd: Air sàilleibh tuigse an aonaid seo air innleachd, gabhaidh gach aonad càirdeil ri a thaobh a’ chiad buille san t&#8209;sabaid dhlùth, fiù ’s nuair a bhios iad ’gan dìon fhèin.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: We are vanquished, for I have been defeated!
gd: Tha sinn buadhaichte bhon a chaidh mo cheannsachadh!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Argh! I am finished!
gd: Ochan! Chaidh cur às dhomh!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: No! This is the end! We have been defeated!
gd: Obh obh! Thàinig a’ chrìoch oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: At least I die an honorable death.
gd: Fhuair mi bàs onarach co-dhiù.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Nearby is a clearing with a huge tree standing alone in the center.
gd: Tha blàran-coille faisg oirbh le craobh glè mhòr aonarach ’na mheadhan.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: A large tree stands alone in a clearing. Driven into the trunk is a huge sword with flames dancing along its blade. Strangely, while the trunk near the sword is blackened and scorched, the tree seems otherwise unaffected by the flames.
gd: Tha craobh mòr aonarach ann am blàran-coille. tha claidheamh mòr san stoc aice le lasairean a’ dannsa timcheall air a lann. Gu h-iongantach, ged a tha an stoc dòite dubh faisg air a’ chlaidheamh, tha coltas nach eil buaidh sam bith aig na lasairean air a’ corr dhen chraobh.

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: Should $unit.name| attempt to pick up the sword?
gd: A bheil thu airson ’s gun tog $unit.name| an claidheamh?

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: female^Should $unit.name| attempt to pick up the sword?
gd: A bheil thu airson ’s gun tog $unit.name| an claidheamh?

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: Flaming Sword
gd: Claidheamh lasrach

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: This massive blade was created centuries ago by long-forgotten elvish forgemasters, who imbued the bluish steel with an inner magical fire. Tongues of flame dance on the surface, giving the metal a flawless mirrored finish.
gd: Chaidh an claidheamh mòr seo a chruthachadh linntean air ais le sàr-ghoibhnean nan sìthichean a lìon an stàillinn ghorm le teine draoidheach. Nì lasairean dannsa air uachdar a bheir snuadh foirfe mar sgàthan dhan mheatailt.

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: Only the leader of an army can wield this sword!
gd: Na chleachdadh ach ceannard feachd an claidheamh seo!

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: As $unit.name| places his hand around the glittering leather hilt, the sword roars to life! Strangely, he feels no heat once he picks it up, yet the grass at his feet bursts into flame as he tests the heft of this mighty weapon.
gd: Nuair a chuir $unit.name| a làmh air an dòrn leathair, thàinig beatha air a’ chlaidheamh! Gu h&#8209;iongantach, cha do dh’fhairich e teas nuair a ghabh e greim air ach chaidh am feur fodha ’na theine nuair a dh’fheuch e ris an airm mhòr seo.

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: As $unit.name| places her hand around the glittering leather hilt, the sword roars to life! Strangely, she feels no heat once she picks it up, yet the grass at her feet bursts into flame as she tests the heft of this mighty weapon.
gd: Nuair a chuir $unit.name| a làmh air an dòrn leathair, thàinig beatha air a’ chlaidheamh! Gu h&#8209;iongantach, cha do dh’fhairich i teas nuair a ghabh i greim air ach chaidh am feur foidhpe ’na theine nuair a dh’fheuch i ris an airm mhòr seo.

note: [effect]
en: flaming sword
gd: claidheamh lasrach

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: Should $unit.name| attempt to pick up the armor?
gd: A bheil thu airson ’s gun tog $unit.name| an armachd?

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: female^Should $unit.name| attempt to pick up the armor?
gd: A bheil thu airson ’s gun tog $unit.name| an armachd?

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: Void Armor
gd: Armachd fànais

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: A beautiful chest plate crafted from shimmering black steel, the Void Armor is virtually impenetrable to physical weapons!
gd: ’S e lùireach meatailt bòidheach a chaidh a dhèanamh à stàilinn bhoillsgeach dhubh a th’ anns an armachd fhànais agus cha mhòr nach gabh drùdhadh le airm fiosaigeach!

note: [object]: id={ID}
en: Only a powerful warrior may don this armor!
gd: Na cuireadh ach gaisgeach treun an armachd seo air!

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: $unit.name| struggles to lift and don the heavy plate. Once worn, however, it is amazingly comfortable. He feels an increased resistance to all physical damage!
gd: Rinn $unit.name| strì gus an armachd a thogail ’s a chur air. Cho luath ’s a bha i air co-dhiù, cha robh i ach cofhurtail. Fhuair e barrachd seasmhachd an aghaidh dochainn fhiosaigich sam bith!

note: [message]: speaker=$unit.id|
en: $unit.name| struggles to lift and don the heavy plate. Once worn, however, it is amazingly comfortable. She feels an increased resistance to all physical damage!
gd: Rinn $unit.name| strì gus an armachd a thogail ’s a chur oirre. Cho luath ’s a bha i oirre co-dhiù, cha robh i ach cofhurtail. Fhuair i barrachd seasmhachd an aghaidh dochainn fhiosaigich sam bith!

note: [trait]: id=void_armor
en: void armor
gd: armachd fànais

note: [trait]: id=void_armor
en: The Void Armor grants the following resistances:
    blade:  50%
    pierce: 40%
    impact: 40%
    fire:  +10%
gd: Bheir an armachd fhànais comasan-seasaimh dhut:
    lann:  50%
    bioradh: 40%
    bualadh: 40%
    teine:  +10%

note: [object]: id=object_sceptre
en: Sceptre of Fire
gd: Slat-rìoghail an teine

note: [object]: id=object_sceptre
en: This ancient Sceptre was forged by the great Dwarves of the Heart Mountains. A symbol of the kingship of Wesnoth, the Sceptre has the power to shoot fireballs at enemies of the bearer!
gd: Chaidh an slat-rìoghail àrsaidh seo a dhèanamh le sàr-throichean Monadh na Cridhe. ’S e samhla rìoghachd Bheasnaid a tha san t&#8209;slat-rìoghail agus loisgidh i bàlaichean-teine an comhair an nàmhad!

note: [object]: id=object_sceptre
en: This is the Sceptre of Fire. Only a true successor to the throne can possibly dare to take this!
gd: Seo slat-rìoghail an teine. Cha bhiodh ach fìor-oighre na cathrach cho dàna gun togadh e seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Here it is at last, I have the Sceptre!
gd: Seo e mu dheireadh thall, tha an slat-rìoghail agam!

note: [message]: speaker=Kalenz
en: So it is in our hands! Now let us leave this stinking pit.
gd: Tha e againn ma-thà! Nise, fàgamaid an sloc uabhasach seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I think that if we travel just a little north, we might be able to get out.
gd: Cha chreid mi nach fhaigh sinn a-mach ma thèid sinn gu tuath greis.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: At last! I have the Sceptre!
gd: Seo e mu dheireadh thall! Tha an slat-rìoghail agam!

note: [message]: speaker=Konrad
en: Indeed. You managed to reach it, Li’sar. I hope you shall use it wisely.
gd: Tha gu dearbh. Chaidh leibh a ruigsinn, a Li’sar. Tha mi ’n dòchas gun cleachd sibh gu glic e.

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: My first use for it is going to be to help us get out of this hole! I hope you consider that wise.
gd: A’ chiad rud a nì mi leis, ’s e gum faigh sinn a-mach às an toll seo! Tha mi ’n dùil gun saoil sibh gur e gliocas a th’ ann.

note: [message]: speaker=Delfador
en: The Sceptre makes its wielder powerful, but hardly immortal, child. Use it prudently. Now come, I believe there is an exit to the north!
gd: Bheir an slat-rìoghail cumhachd mhòr dhan t&#8209;seilbheadair ach chan eil thu neo-bhàsmhor, a nighinn. Cleachd gu cùramach e. Trobhadaibh a-nis, cha chreid mi nach eil rathad a-mach ann gu tuath oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=Li'sar
en: I think I know what I’m doing. Come, let us go!
gd: Tha fios agam dè nì mi leis. Tiugainn, a-mach à seo leinn!

note: [unit]: id=Delfador, type=Elder Mage
en: Delfador
gd: Deilfeadar

note: [unit]: id=Kalenz, type=Elvish Lord
en: Kalenz
gd: Calans

note: [part]
en: In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Garard II, King of Wesnoth, the kingdom was plunged into a bitter war with the Orcs of the North.
gd: San ochdamh bliadhna air fhichead aig rìoghachadh Gharaird II, rìgh Bheasnaid, thòisich cogadh searbh an aghaidh nan deamhan a thàinig bho thuath.

note: [part]
en: The Northern host encamped at Galcadar, by the Ford of Abez, and the King led his forces to meet them. Splitting his army in two, he led one half while his son, the Crown Prince Eldred, led the other.
gd: Bha campa aig feachd nan tuathaich faisg air Galcadar ri taobh Àth Abais agus stiùir an rìgh am feachd aige fhèin ’nan aghaidh. Roinn e am feachd agus stiùir e fhèin an dàrna leth fhad ’s an deach an leth eile a stiùireadh le mhac Eldred, oighre a’ chrùin.

note: [part]
en: Eldred was a brave and courageous warrior, able to lead his soldiers well. Unfortunately for Garard, his son was also ambitious... and treacherous. In the heat of battle, Eldred’s men turned on the King. And so, Garard was slain in battle that day, along with his brother and all his sons but Eldred.
gd: ’S e sàr-laoch calma a bh’ anns an Eldred agus bha e fìor-chomasach air stiùireadh nan saighdearan aige. Gu mì-fhortanach, ’s ann gun robh e glòir-mhiannach cuideachd … agus mealltach. Sa gharbh-chath, thionndaidh muinntir Eldred an aghaidh an rìgh. Mar sin, chaidh Garard a mharbhadh air a bhlàir an latha ud còmhla ri a bhràthair is a h&#8209;uile mac a bh’ aige seach Eldred.

note: [part]
en: Garard’s queen, Asheviere, looked on with glee, having come to watch the battle from a nearby hill. The rule of her son would surely satisfy her lust for power far better than her husband’s had.
gd: Thàinig Aisebheir, bànrigh Gharaird gus coimhead air a’ bhlàr is dh’fhiosraich i a’ chùis le sunnd mhòr bho chnoc a bha faisg. Shàsaicheadh rìoghachadh a mhac a sannt air cumhachd ann an dòighean nach sàsaicheadh rìoghachadh an duine aice.

note: [part]
en: In exchange for tribute, the warlord of the North happily made peace with Eldred, who proclaimed himself king and led his army south towards Weldyn.
gd: Leis an tabhartas a fhuair iad bho Eldred, dh’aontaich an tighearna-cogaidh tuathach ri sìth. Chuir Eldred an crùn air fhèin agus stiùir e am feachd aige an comhair Bhealdain.

note: [part]
en: But Garard’s arch-mage, Delfador, had escaped the battle and, riding with haste, reached Weldyn first. He mustered a force of loyalists to fight Eldred and avenge the King’s death. The loyalist army marched north to meet Eldred.
gd: Co-dhiù, bha Deilfeadar, àrd-dhraoidh Gharaird air a theicheadh bhon bhlàr is rinn e cabhag air muin eich gus an do ràinig e Bealdan an toiseach. Thog e feachd dhe dhìlsich gus sabaid an aghaidh Eldred is dìoghaltas a ghabhail às leth an rìgh. Thug am feachd an taobh tuath orra gus tachairt ri Eldred.

note: [part]
en: Eldred made war upon Delfador and his forces with his mother’s advice ringing in his ears: <i>“Fight no one great or small except the old mage, whose head should be severed from his shoulders.”</i>
gd: Shabaid Eldred an aghaidh Dheilfeadair is am feachd aige le comhairle a mhàthar air inntinn: <i>“Na dèan sabaid an aghaidh fir sam bith ge beag no mòr ach an seann-draoidh is bu chòir dhut a cheann a thoirt far a ghuailnean.”</i>

note: [part]
en: And Eldred did indeed meet Delfador face-to-face in battle, in the hinterlands near Tath. Sword clashed against staff, as the wise old mage fought the brash young warrior.
gd: Is ’s ann gun do thachair Eldred ri Deilfeadar air a bhlàr is gun do rinn iad sabaid air an dùthaich faisg air Tath. Bhuail claidheamh an t&#8209;seann-draoidh ghlic ri bata an òigeir dhàna.

note: [part]
en: In the end Delfador’s men were defeated and routed, but Asheviere found her son’s lifeless body, fixed to the ground by the great mage’s staff.
gd: Aig deireadh na sgeòil, chaidh ruaig a chur air muinntir Dheilfeadair, ach lorg Aisebheir bodhaig a mac gun bheatha air fhàgail ann is ceangailte ris an làr le bata an t&#8209;sàr-dhraoidh.

note: [part]
en: Asheviere herself then took command of the army and led it back to Weldyn. Knowing that the King’s young nephews were next in line to the throne, she ordered them all killed, and declared herself Queen of Wesnoth.
gd: Ghabh Aisebheir fhèin am feachd os làimh an uairsin agus stiùir i air ais do Bhealdan e. Làn fhios gum b’ e mic-bràthar òga an duine aice a bhiodh sna h&#8209;oighrean, chuir i an òrdugh gun deachadh am marbhadh agus ghairm i i fhèin mar Bhànrigh Bheasnaid.

note: [part]
en: Soon after news of Asheviere’s orders reached Delfador, he secretly entered the palace and stole away Konrad, the youngest of Garard’s nephews, thereby saving him from death.
gd: Cho luath ’s a bha Deilfeadar air cluinntinn mu na h&#8209;òrduighean aig Aisebheir, thàinig e a-steach dhan lùchairt gu dìomhair agus thug e Conall, mac-bràthar as òige Gharaird air falbh agus shàbhail e bhon bhàs e mar sin.

note: [part]
en: Fleeing to the Aethenwood beyond the south-western border of Wesnoth, Delfador raised the child Konrad under the protection of the elves, watching sadly as Asheviere’s reign of terror over the land began...
gd: Air a theicheadh dha Choille Aidhean taobh thall crìochan iar-dheas Bheasnaid, dh’àraich Deilfeadar Conall fo dhìon nan sìthichean, làn truais mun rìoghladh uabhasach a thug Aisebheir dhan dùthaich …
