en_GB - en to en_GB translation catalogue (59 entries)

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: My kind? I am a knight of Wesnoth and a messenger appointed by the King himself! What do you mean, <i>“my kind”</i>? And where is the South Guard?
en_GB: My kind? I am a knight of Wesnoth and a messenger appointed by the King himself! What do you mean, <i>‘my kind’</i>? And where is the South Guard?

note: [message]: speaker=Moreth
en: Then we must head to the river fort! Sir Gerrick is guarding the armory there!
en_GB: Then we must head to the river fort! Sir Gerrick is guarding the armoury there!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Whenever you see a target that looks like this, you should move your leader (or whatever unit the dialog just suggested) onto the hex that contains it.
en_GB: Whenever you see a target that looks like this, you should move your leader (or whatever unit the dialogue just suggested) on to the hex that contains it.

note: [message]: speaker=Urza Mathin
en: Ha! This new commander is merely a boy. What kind of fool sent him here to stop us? This sniveling child will soon share the fate of that swine Loris!
en_GB: Ha! This new commander is merely a boy. What kind of fool sent him here to stop us? This snivelling child will soon share the fate of that swine Loris!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: Do not despair! I am sure we can drive off these brigands if we rally the villagers and re-man the posts. Are there any weapons left in the citadel’s armory?
en_GB: Do not despair! I am sure we can drive off these brigands if we rally the villagers and re-man the posts. Are there any weapons left in the citadel’s armoury?

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Remember, Moreth told you that you should go meet Sir Gerrick at the river fort. Move Deoran there and find out what Sir Gerrick has to say!
en_GB: Remember, Moreth told you that you should meet Sir Gerrick at the river fort. Move Deoran there and find out what Sir Gerrick has to say!

note: [side]: type=Outlaw, id=Urza Nalmath
en: female^Criminal
en_GB: Criminal

note: [message]: speaker=Minister Hylas
en: Peace, I am a friend! I am Hylas, advisor to Sir Loris and Chief Minister of the town council. Thanks to your timely arrival, the city is saved!
en_GB: Peace, I am a friend! I am Hylas, adviser to Sir Loris and Chief Minister of the town council. Thanks to your timely arrival, the city is saved!

note: [message]: speaker=Absu
en: It would be an honor to fight alongside you, Sir Knight.
en_GB: It would be an honour to fight alongside you, Sir Knight.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Gerrick
en: What devilry is this?! Those are no living men that fight for him!
en_GB: What devilry is this? Those are no living men that fight for him!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: Very well. Although it will probably take too long to send word to the King for reinforcements, I remember there being a small outpost within a couple days’ ride of here. I will send a message to them asking for a few riders, then we should make haste toward the Aethenwood to find the elves.
en_GB: Very well. Although it will probably take too long to send word to the King for reinforcements, I remember there being a small outpost within a couple days’ ride of here. I will send a message to them asking for a few riders, then we should make haste towards the Aethenwood to find the elves.

note: [message]: speaker=Minister Hylas
en: I must advise caution, Sir Deoran. No man has set foot in the elvish woods for many a year. They have never been friendly toward humankind, and we do not know how they will receive us now, especially after Sir Loris spurned them.
en_GB: I must advise caution, Sir Deoran. No man has set foot in the elvish woods for many a year. They have never been friendly towards humans, and we do not know how they will receive us now, especially after Sir Loris spurned them.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You must move Deoran to the center of the elvish citadel. Be sure to recruit a force strong enough to drive off the bandits before moving Deoran from his encampment!
en_GB: You must move Deoran to the centre of the elvish citadel. Be sure to recruit a force strong enough to drive off the bandits before moving Deoran from his encampment!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: Indeed, we should press on toward the elves and see if they know anything about these dark foes.
en_GB: Indeed, we should press on towards the elves and see if they know anything about these dark foes.

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: My lady, we have come to the elves to seek guidance. Bandits and criminals have summoned the dead to help them plunder our farms and villages. They come from the great forest across the river to our south, where no man has yet traveled. We have defeated many a bandit already, but I fear that we cannot continue to battle them for much longer with the undead under their control.
en_GB: My lady, we have come to the elves to seek guidance. Bandits and criminals have summoned the dead to help them plunder our farms and villages. They come from the great forest across the river to our south, where no man has yet travelled. We have defeated many a bandit already, but I fear that we cannot continue to battle them for much longer with the undead under their control.

note: [then]
en: female^Elvish Bodyguard
en_GB: Elvish Bodyguard

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: You may now recruit Elvish Fighters. Elvish Fighters are mixed fighters who skillfully wield both a sword and a bow. They are fast warriors and especially effective in forests.
en_GB: You may now recruit Elvish Fighters. Elvish Fighters are mixed fighters who skilfully wield both a sword and a bow. They are fast warriors and especially effective in forests.

note: [message]: speaker=Ethiliel
en: Now, so long as you feel prepared to brave the perils beyond the river, we can continue onward.
en_GB: Now, so long as you feel prepared to brave the perils beyond the river, we can continue onwards.

note: [message]: speaker=Urza Afalas
en: Yes, yes, Sir Deoran! If we fight against the undead on open plains or in the forests, we will surely be slaughtered. But, if we prepare our defenses and fortify the city walls, we may be able to hold back the undead and even strike at the lich-sage himself.
en_GB: Yes, yes, Sir Deoran! If we fight against the undead on open plains or in the forests, we will surely be slaughtered. But, if we prepare our defences and fortify the city walls, we may be able to hold back the undead and even strike at the lich-sage himself.

note: [event] Dark Sorceress name
en: female^Mal Maul
en_GB: Mal Maul

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin
en: They knew, they knew! They reveled in my hurt, relished each and everyone of my cries of pain! Even as I asked... as I <i>begged</i> for mercy, they would not relent. I did not know day from night; the light and the shadows, heat and cold, everything was one and the same as the iron bled itself into my veins. Imagine! I, a great and powerful sage, crippled and defeated by nothing more than a rusted pair of bracelets... it was... humiliating...
en_GB: They knew, they knew! They revelled in my hurt, relished each and everyone of my cries of pain! Even as I asked... as I <i>begged</i> for mercy, they would not relent. I did not know day from night; the light and the shadows, heat and cold, everything was one and the same as the iron bled itself into my veins. Imagine! I, a great and powerful sage, crippled and defeated by nothing more than a rusted pair of bracelets... it was... humiliating...

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin
en: Humans are ultimately a weak breed. I taught them to summon powers they could not control. In their greed, they never stopped to wonder if they could master the sorcery, or if it would master them and their minds in turn. Content with only meager tricks, they never even noticed as I siphoned away the energy they summoned for myself. I grew more powerful day by day, yet not one of those filthy tree-killers thought that I posed a threat to them. Even when I ascended to undeath, they never questioned my teachings until they had all become my mindless slaves!
en_GB: Humans are ultimately a weak breed. I taught them to summon powers they could not control. In their greed, they never stopped to wonder if they could master the sorcery, or if it would master them and their minds in turn. Content with only meagre tricks, they never even noticed as I siphoned away the energy they summoned for myself. I grew more powerful day by day, yet not one of those filthy tree-killers thought that I posed a threat to them. Even when I ascended to undeath, they never questioned my teachings until they had all become my mindless slaves!

note: [message]: speaker=Ethiliel
en: And when that is done, what will we have become? Naught but hungering shadows, devouring all we once cherished.
en_GB: And when that is done, what will we have become? Nought but hungering shadows, devouring all we once cherished.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin
en: You? Destroy me? Your flesh will provide a fine feast for my ghouls, and once they are through with you, you will serve me forever in undeath!
en_GB: You? Destroy me? Your flesh will provide a fine feast for my ghouls, and once they are through with you, you will serve me for ever in undeath!

note: [message]: role=soldier
en: I feel so weary... I can hardly grasp my weapon anymore...
en_GB: I feel so weary... I can hardly grasp my weapon any more...

note: [message]: speaker=Urza Afalas
en: Trust me. I have often traveled these woods with my comrades and I know a secret path through it. I am taking you there so we can avoid the elves on the way back.
en_GB: Trust me. I have often travelled these woods with my comrades and I know a secret path through it. I am taking you there so we can avoid the elves on the way back.

note: [message]: id=Deoran
en: We have already told you of his whereabouts! Your wise sage now practices necromancy and commands an army of undead. He means to march on our land and slay all living souls, human and elf alike!
en_GB: We have already told you of his whereabouts! Your wise sage now practises necromancy and commands an army of undead. He means to march on our land and slay all living souls, human and elf alike!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: Err, Mr. Ogre, we are not very tasty.
en_GB: Er, Mr Ogre, we are not very tasty.

note: [message]: id=Ethiliel
en: <i>The events that transpired in those caves brought too much grief for me to be angry any longer. But, I am afraid the rest of my people did not see firsthand what Mebrin had become. As for attacking me, I am not usually the one in command of our warriors; that responsibility belongs to Ithelden, whom I very much doubt sent anyone to come hunt us down. Something else is going on.</i>
en_GB: <i>The events that transpired in those caves brought too much grief for me to be angry any longer. But, I am afraid the rest of my people did not see firsthand what Mebrin had become. As for attacking me, I am not usually the one in command of our warriors; that responsibility belongs to Ithelden, whom I very much doubt sent anyone to come and hunt us down. Something else is going on.</i>

note: [message]: speaker=Liryn
en: This is wonderful news, commander! I shall spread word about your heroic deed! But... I am afraid there is another problem. There are rumors of trouble with the elves of the Aethenwood.
en_GB: This is wonderful news, commander! I shall spread word about your heroic deed! But... I am afraid there is another problem. There are rumours of trouble with the elves of the Aethenwood.

note: [note]
en: Starting with turn 6, each additional turn you survive strengthens the defenses of Westin.
en_GB: Starting with turn 6, each additional turn you survive strengthens the defences of Westin.

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: But we cannot flee like this forever... the horses are tired, and the men are tired, and I am tired as well. The undead can march day and night without rest, but we cannot. They will certainly overtake us before we reach Westin.
en_GB: But we cannot flee like this for ever... the horses are tired, and the men are tired, and I am tired as well. The undead can march day and night without rest, but we cannot. They will certainly overtake us before we reach Westin.

note: [message]: speaker=Sir Gerrick
en: Then we have only one course of action to take. Deoran, you must hasten back to Westin to prepare a defense against them. I will command the defense of the border forts. Leave me a few men, and we will hold back the undead as long as we can.
en_GB: Then we have only one course of action to take. Deoran, you must hasten back to Westin to prepare a defence against them. I will command the defence of the border forts. Leave me a few men, and we will hold back the undead as long as we can.

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: I... I understand. Minister Hylas, come ride with me to Westin. You must summon the city council while I prepare the defenses. Sir Gerrick, Afalas, we shall return as soon as we can and relieve you.
en_GB: I... I understand. Minister Hylas, come and ride with me to Westin. You must summon the city council while I prepare the defences. Sir Gerrick, Afalas, we shall return as soon as we can and relieve you.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Hold off the undead hordes and keep Sir Gerrick alive as long as you can. Starting on turn 6, every turn that passes strengthens the defenses of Westin.
en_GB: Hold off the undead hordes and keep Sir Gerrick alive as long as you can. Starting on turn 6, every turn that passes strengthens the defences of Westin.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin
en: Pesky little humans! You have only delayed the inevitable. We will sweep through your cities and raze them to the ground! March onward, my skeletons! We go to destroy Westin!
en_GB: Pesky little humans! You have only delayed the inevitable. We will sweep through your cities and raze them to the ground! March onwards, my skeletons! We go to destroy Westin!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: He was a noble man to have sacrificed himself for us. I wish that it did not have to be so, but in the narrow window Gerrick’s valiant stand gave us, we have gathered some of the provincial guard and reinforced our defenses!
en_GB: He was a noble man to have sacrificed himself for us. I wish that it did not have to be so, but in the narrow window Gerrick’s valiant stand gave us, we have gathered some of the provincial guard and reinforced our defences!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: He was a noble man to have sacrificed himself for us. I wish that it did not have to be so, but in the narrow window Gerrick’s valiant stand gave us, we have gathered the whole provincial guard and reinforced our defenses!
en_GB: He was a noble man to have sacrificed himself for us. I wish that it did not have to be so, but in the narrow window Gerrick’s valiant stand gave us, we have gathered the whole provincial guard and reinforced our defences!

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: So, this is it. Sir Gerrick has bought us enough time to rally our forces and fortify the city. A mighty battle is upon us, but as surely as the dawn breaks after every night, the courage and valor of men will prevail over the wicked creatures of darkness. We must stand fast against the undead and defend our homes! We fight for Sir Gerrick! We fight for Wesnoth!
en_GB: So, this is it. Sir Gerrick has bought us enough time to rally our forces and fortify the city. A mighty battle is upon us, but as surely as the dawn breaks after every night, the courage and valour of men will prevail over the wicked creatures of darkness. We must stand fast against the undead and defend our homes! We fight for Sir Gerrick! We fight for Wesnoth!

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin fleshbag refers to humans, meaning literally a "chunk of meat" here, and "pesky fly" refers to Sir Gerrick
en: So, the fleshbags have managed to mount a defense. It would seem that the pesky fly turned out to be more than a minor annoyance after all.
en_GB: So, the fleshbags have managed to mount a defence. It would seem that the pesky fly turned out to be more than a minor annoyance after all.

note: [message]: speaker=Mal M'Brin
en: The shroud of darkness descends once more. Night seeps through the cracks and crannies in the humans’ defenses, plaguing their minds and bodies with dreadful fear. As surely as the sanctity of the psyche is shattered, so is the physical form, and all that is left is unthinking, unfeeling servitude.
en_GB: The shroud of darkness descends once more. Night seeps through the cracks and crannies in the humans’ defences, plaguing their minds and bodies with dreadful fear. As surely as the sanctity of the psyche is shattered, so is the physical form, and all that is left is unthinking, unfeeling servitude.

note: [message]: speaker=Deoran
en: Dawn breaks over the horizon! We have weathered the night and can now begin our counterattack against the undead!
en_GB: Dawn breaks over the horizon! We have weathered the night and can now begin our counter-attack against the undead!

note: [unit_type]: id=Eyestalk, race=monster
en: Named ‘Eyestalks’ for obvious reasons, these plant-like creatures can focus their gaze onto an unsuspecting victim to draw life energy straight out of them to replenish their own. While almost defenseless against melee attacks, its deadly gaze from afar is not to be underestimated.
en_GB: Named ‘Eyestalks’ for obvious reasons, these plant-like creatures can focus their gaze on to an unsuspecting victim to draw life energy straight out of them to replenish their own. While almost defenceless against melee attacks, its deadly gaze from afar is not to be underestimated.

note: [unit_type]: id=Infantry Lieutenant, race=human
en: Commanders of the infantry of Wesnoth are responsible for the garrison and defense of the border towns and villages. They are drawn from the ranks of veteran soldiers, not nobility, and all have shown leadership and courage in battle.
en_GB: Commanders of the infantry of Wesnoth are responsible for the garrison and defence of the border towns and villages.  They are drawn from the ranks of veteran soldiers, not nobility, and all have shown leadership and courage in battle.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Thieves are weak in one-on-one combat, but can be deadly if you allow them to surround your units. On offense, thieves will deal double damage when they have an ally directly behind the unit they are attacking! Like thugs, thieves are vulnerable to ranged attacks.
en_GB: Thieves are weak in one-on-one combat, but can be deadly if you allow them to surround your units. On offence, thieves will deal double damage when they have an ally directly behind the unit they are attacking! Like thugs, thieves are vulnerable to ranged attacks.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Walking corpses are usually used by weaker practitioners of the black arts, who pilfer dead bodies to practice their profane magic. Alone, they are slow and weak, although they can become dangerous in large groups. Any unit slain by a Walking Corpse will be plagued with undeath and become one as well.
en_GB: Walking corpses are usually used by weaker practitioners of the black arts, who pilfer dead bodies to practise their profane magic. Alone, they are slow and weak, although they can become dangerous in large groups. Any unit slain by a Walking Corpse will be plagued with undeath and become one as well.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 1
en: For eight years, the South Guard had defended the farms and homes surrounding the city of Westin, the capital of Wesnoth’s frontier province of Kerlath in the furthermost south. Under the command of Sir Loris, the South Guard kept Westin free from danger, having only to quash the occasional bandit or wild creature. Perhaps the only real unease came from the Aethenwood to the west, where the elves lived in reserved aloofness, indifferent to the doings of man. Traversing their land without permission was forbidden, but the elves rarely entered the lands of Kerlath in turn. Even further south in the wildlands, the ancient heart forest sprawled out in dense gloominess, ominous enough that even the elves eschewed entering, and only a few, scattered outlaws called it their home.
en_GB: For eight years, the South Guard had defended the farms and homes surrounding the city of Westin, the capital of Wesnoth’s frontier province of Kerlath in the furthermost south. Under the command of Sir Loris, the South Guard kept Westin free from danger, having only to quash the occasional bandit or wild creature. Perhaps the only real unease came from the Aethenwood to the west, where the elves lived in reserved aloofness, indifferent to the doings of man. Traversing their land without permission was forbidden, but the elves rarely entered the lands of Kerlath in turn. Even further south in the wild-lands, the ancient heart forest sprawled out in dense gloominess, ominous enough that even the elves eschewed entering, and only a few, scattered outlaws called it their home.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 2
en: Deoran decided to take action and wipe out the bandits. He and Sir Gerrick gathered their men and rode in haste to Westin. As they approached, they saw plumes of black smoke rising high into the sky, accompanied by the stench of burning flesh and the shrill cries of screaming villagers. Troubled and concerned, Deoran hastened his pace toward the old city.
en_GB: Deoran decided to take action and wipe out the bandits. He and Sir Gerrick gathered their men and rode in haste to Westin. As they approached, they saw plumes of black smoke rising high into the sky, accompanied by the stench of burning flesh and the shrill cries of screaming villagers. Troubled and concerned, Deoran hastened his pace towards the old city.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 5
en: Ethiliel led the men of the South Guard into the southern forest. The deep woods were overcast with unnatural shadow as they entered, shrouded with eerie silence and uncanny stillness. Grey darkness sapped all color from their surroundings, rendering all murky and gloomy, with every movement and every sound muted in the thick fog. Deoran’s small company kept vigilant watch on the dense forest and on each other, wary of the foreboding ambience, and even the elves seemed rather disconcerted.
en_GB: Ethiliel led the men of the South Guard into the southern forest. The deep woods were overcast with unnatural shadow as they entered, shrouded with eerie silence and uncanny stillness. Grey darkness sapped all colour from their surroundings, rendering all murky and gloomy, with every movement and every sound muted in the thick fog. Deoran’s small company kept vigilant watch on the dense forest and on each other, wary of the foreboding ambience, and even the elves seemed rather disconcerted.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 5
en: For many days they marched down nameless paths that no man had trod before. From time to time, Deoran fancied that he saw ghostly images of elven villages and halls in the deep woods, but as they advanced, even those became scarce. Far from civilization, in the deep woods, time passed in blurred day and night with the ever creeping chill of deathly shadow growing upon them.
en_GB: For many days they marched down nameless paths that no man had trodden before. From time to time, Deoran fancied that he saw ghostly images of elven villages and halls in the deep woods, but as they advanced, even those became scarce. Far from civilization, in the deep woods, time passed in blurred day and night with the ever creeping chill of deathly shadow growing upon them.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 7a
en: After Mal M’Brin’s defeat, Deoran and his men left the desolate caverns and returned to the surface of the fortress where the sun had begun to break through the thick fog in the ancient forest. Ethiliel stayed behind for a long while, not emerging from the caverns until the day had passed and it was well into the night. She offered a brief word of apology, but said nothing more as she led them back north toward Wesnoth. Deoran had to admit that he was elated that they had defeated the undead and were returning home, although the wearied, almost grieving mood of the elves was quite sombering.
en_GB: After Mal M’Brin’s defeat, Deoran and his men left the desolate caverns and returned to the surface of the fortress where the sun had begun to break through the thick fog in the ancient forest. Ethiliel stayed behind for a long while, not emerging from the caverns until the day had passed and it was well into the night. She offered a brief word of apology, but said nothing more as she led them back north towards Wesnoth. Deoran had to admit that he was elated that they had defeated the undead and were returning home, although the wearied, almost grieving mood of the elves was quite sombre.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 7a
en: The wheel of time turned another cycle and fall faded into winter. The last few colored leaves dropped to the ground, leaving nothing but the spiny evergreens and otherwise barren trees. Forage and game were scarce even with the undead gone, and the thoughts of both men and elves were turned toward their homes, where they could find peace and warmth with their families. The long weeks of trudging northward took its toll, but eventually, Deoran and his men emerged from the sprawling forest and returned to the lands of Wesnoth.
en_GB: The wheel of time turned another cycle and autumn faded into winter. The last few coloured leaves dropped to the ground, leaving nothing but the spiny evergreens and otherwise barren trees. Forage and game were scarce even with the undead gone, and the thoughts of both men and elves were turned towards their homes, where they could find peace and warmth with their families. The long weeks of trudging northwards took its toll, but eventually, Deoran and his men emerged from the sprawling forest and returned to the lands of Wesnoth.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 7b
en: Snow fell as Deoran, Sir Gerrick, and Urza Afalas emerged from the great southern forest. Yet even as they returned to the land of men, the ominous gloom of the forest followed them. Up above, the bright sun was shrouded with grey fog, overcast with billowing clouds streaking through the sky in streams of darkened ash. Behind, the crepuscular shadow spread outward from the forest, an unnatural extension of the powers that lay within. It gained quickly upon them, the sinister darkness creeping toward the men of the South Guard.
en_GB: Snow fell as Deoran, Sir Gerrick, and Urza Afalas emerged from the great southern forest. Yet even as they returned to the land of men, the ominous gloom of the forest followed them. Up above, the bright sun was shrouded with grey fog, overcast with billowing clouds streaking through the sky in streams of darkened ash. Behind, the crepuscular shadow spread outwards from the forest, an unnatural extension of the powers that lay within. It gained quickly upon them, the sinister darkness creeping towards the men of the South Guard.

note: [part] Intro to scenario 7b
en: They rode quickly northward. Day and night, they fled without reprieve until they finally crossed back into Kerlath Province. Deoran and his men entered the forts guarding the border to Wesnoth, the undead close on their heels.
en_GB: They rode quickly northwards. Day and night, they fled without reprieve until they finally crossed back into Kerlath Province. Deoran and his men entered the forts guarding the border to Wesnoth, the undead close on their heels.

note: [part] Epilogue A
en: The fog withdrew and sunlight broke through the clouds in scattered beams. Deoran rode to the forefront of the line of infantry, waiting with bated breath. Finally, after several more minutes, the fog drifted away and Ethiliel stood there alone, facing the wall of spears. Her face was a mask of woe and exhaustion, and yet her voice was startlingly clear as she spoke to the men of Wesnoth, saying, <i>“Stop! Enough blood has been spilled, human and elf alike. The injury you humans have done to the elves is great, but your service also was worthy. We have decided to make peace again.”</i>
en_GB: The fog withdrew and sunlight broke through the clouds in scattered beams. Deoran rode to the forefront of the line of infantry, waiting with bated breath. Finally, after several more minutes, the fog drifted away and Ethiliel stood there alone, facing the wall of spears. Her face was a mask of woe and exhaustion, and yet her voice was startlingly clear as she spoke to the men of Wesnoth, saying, <i>‘Stop! Enough blood has been spilled, human and elf alike. The injury you humans have done to the elves is great, but your service also was worthy. We have decided to make peace again.’</i>

note: [part] Epilogue A
en: <i>“These are our terms: no human will be permitted in the forests or hills of the Aethenwood, and likewise, we elves will not traverse the plains and farmlands belonging to you humans. No more will the elves send ambassadors or councilors to Westin, and no more will men wander the green woods.”</i>
en_GB: <i>“These are our terms: no human will be permitted in the forests or hills of the Aethenwood, and likewise, we elves will not traverse the plains and farmlands belonging to you humans. No more will the elves send ambassadors or councillors to Westin, and no more will men wander the green woods.”</i>

note: [part] Epilogue A
en: Ethiliel drew closer to Deoran and her voice dropped to a whisper. <i>“I have done what I can to ensure peace between elf and man. You may not like it, but it is the best I could do. This whole endeavor has brought me enough grief as it is. I will go now.”</i>
en_GB: Ethiliel drew closer to Deoran and her voice dropped to a whisper. <i>‘I have done what I can to ensure peace between elf and man. You may not like it, but it is the best I could do. This whole endeavour has brought me enough grief as it is. I will go now.’</i>

note: [part] Is part of both Epilogues
en: Finally, as the snow melted and green buds marked the onset of spring, Deoran knew the time had come to report back to King Haldric. He bade the people of Westin farewell and made his journey northward to Weldyn. While years of rebuilding lay ahead for Kerlath, they would take place in peace thanks to Deoran’s leadership and the heroics of the South Guard.
en_GB: Finally, as the snow melted and green buds marked the onset of spring, Deoran knew the time had come to report back to King Haldric. He bade the people of Westin farewell and made his journey northwards to Weldyn. While years of rebuilding lay ahead for Kerlath, they would take place in peace thanks to Deoran’s leadership and the heroics of the South Guard.

note: [part] Epilogue B
en: After the battle, Deoran led an expedition to the southern border posts, where the forts had been smashed into crumbled ruins, and blood and broken weapons were scattered all about. He silently cursed the lich for the lack of bodies at the site of the battle, but deep down, he had known that that would be the fate of the men who had valiantly given their lives so that Westin might survive the undead onslaught. Still, he found small consolation in locating Sir Gerrick’s glaive and shield and bearing them back with him to Westin. Those he placed atop Gerrick’s mound, where they became a symbol of sacrifice, and loyalty, and valor.
en_GB: After the battle, Deoran led an expedition to the southern border posts, where the forts had been smashed into crumbled ruins, and blood and broken weapons were scattered all about. He silently cursed the lich for the lack of bodies at the site of the battle, but deep down, he had known that that would be the fate of the men who had valiantly given their lives so that Westin might survive the undead onslaught. Still, he found small consolation in locating Sir Gerrick’s glaive and shield and bearing them back with him to Westin. Those he placed atop Gerrick’s mound, where they became a symbol of sacrifice, and loyalty, and valour.
