wescamp-i 18n - en to la translation catalogue (188 entries)

en: (Beginner)
la: (Tiro)

en: (Challenging)
la: (Provocans)

en: (Novice level, 4 scenarios.)
la: (Ordo facilis, IV scaenaria.)

en: ... Aye. Just make sure you’re there when we need you.
la: ... Aio. Modo fac ut adsis cum necesse sit.

en: 12 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    If I could but face this ‘Mordak’! I think my magic might prove stronger than his. But he bides in the hills, well-guarded by his servants, and I muster frightened peasants to fight his minions with blades and sticks. I need my brother; he always had a better head for battle than I.
    
    Will he heed the call? I do not know if he has kept the amulet; we have not spoken since that evil day at Toen Caric. If he will not come for me, perhaps he will return to aid our village in its hour of desperate need.
la: XII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magehris
    
    Utinam cum isto ‘Mordaccho’ certare possit! Puto magiam meam fortior eo esse. Sed in collibus sedat, bene servis defensus, et colloco paganos territos ut ferro ac baculo eos pugnent. Egeo fratro; ille semper melius quam ego pugnabat.
    
    Audietne vocatus? Nescio utrum amuletum tenuerit; non locuti sumus quo die malo Toeni Carici. Si mihi non venerit, fortasse redibit ad pagum nostrum adiutum cum tempus fatale attingat.

en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    But I’m past superstitions now; I’ve seen enough of the world to guess at the truth behind these sorts of tales. The forest is home to elves — unfriendly ones, if the stories have any basis at all. I worry for my men; horses don’t fight well in forests, and the elves will be more dangerous in their own territory. But there are things that need done and questions that need answered. Something bigger is happening. One necromancer terrorizing townsfolk is nothing new, but why didn’t his servants scatter when he was killed? Where are they headed now? And most importantly, why did they take Baran with them?
    
    Besides... I want my brother back.
la: XVI V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Sed iam superstitionem veto; satis mundi vidi ut vera qualium fabularum sciam. Silva sedes dryadalium est — hostiles, si saltem fabulae ullo modo vera dicunt. Meis curae sunt; equi male in silva pugnant, et dryadales in terra propria magis periculosi erunt. Sed agendum est respondendumque. Aliquis gravior est. Non mirandum est si unus venificus oppidanos vastat, sed illo interfecto cur servi non dimiserunt? Iam quo vadent? Ac cur Baranum secum duxerunt?
    
    Etenim... volo fratrem videre.

en: 16 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    We’ve been searching three days for Baran, and turned up nothing. My best hunch was to head north into the borderlands, where the necromancer’s minions could safely hide; everywhere else is more farmland. At first I thought the search might be useless, but late in the first day we found a set of tracks. Some of them had been made by skeletal feet.
    
    We’re close enough to be certain now: those tracks are heading into the Grey Woods. No one from Maghre or any of the other villages has gone into that forest in living memory. Stories have been passed down for generations warning against it. Supposedly the place is haunted by lost souls who hunger for the living, and anyone who dies there is doomed to join them.
la: XVI V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Arvitii Magehris
    
    Tres dies Baranum petivimus, et nil invenimus. Opinatus sum nos in finibus debuisse, ubi servi venefici tute latere possunt; ubique plus arvorum adsunt. Primum putavi petendum inutile esse, sed primum diem vestigia invenimus. Nonnulla pedibus osseis facta sunt.
    
    Adeo adiacemus ut nunc pro certo habeamus: vestigia Silvae Lividae appropinquant. Ne quis ex Magehri nec ullo pago adeo in illam silvam iit memoria mei. Saecula fabulae narratae sunt quae monent, ne quis adhuc eat. Fertur locum ab animis amissis viventium cupidis frequentari, et aliquid ibi morientem velut illos facturum esse.

en: 19 IV, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    I have done what I can to fortify this dilapidated castle. The orcs who came with us stand guard at the gates, and I am gathering all of my servants to me in the inner sanctum. But ill fate awaits. Whether I defeat this horse-warrior or no, the orcs will still come for me; they have been scouring the borderlands and raiding the northern farm country in search of us.
    
    Yet for some reason I fear these brothers more. If Mordak were here it would be different, but we are broken... and these two men are whole. In each other, in the ties that bind them, they have strength.
la: IX IV, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Rotharici Genticarentis
    
    Feci quod pro parte mea est ut castellum obsoletum muniam. Orces qui nobiscum venerunt, ostium custodiunt, et in sanctum imum omnes servorum mei colloco. At invidia exspectat. Utrum bellatorem equitantem vincam an non, etiam orces in me ibunt; fines ut nos inveniant, scrutabantur et fundorum septentrionalium vastabant.
    
    Attamen magis fratres metuo. Si Mordacchus adsit res dissimiles sint, sed fracti sumus... et isti duo integri sunt. Utroque consanguinitateque valent.

en: 19 IV, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Rotharik the Clanless
    
    The last of Mordak’s servants arrived this morning bearing the news of his death, as well as a bundle so well-bound it was barely recognizable as a man. Mordak was always reckless. This whole desperate scheme was his, and I suppose I could blame him for everything that we have suffered through if it still mattered. It was he who brought the wrath of the orcs down on us, too. But all the same, he managed to accomplish what he set out to do. I still cannot believe the finality of what has happened; until now we had always managed to make it through somehow.
    
    We had hoped to deliver the mage to Tairach in return for our lives. I do not know what the warlord wants with this man, but he matches the description. I suppose that Mordak’s plan would have worked perfectly if not for the appearance of the horse warriors. Now they are coming here, led by a man rumored to be this mage’s brother. If that is true, he will stop at nothing, no more than would I if they held Mordak.
la: IX IV, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Rotharici Genticarentis
    
    Reliqui servorum Mordacchi mane mortem narrantes adierunt, quoque nescioquid adeo vinctum ut vix humanum videatur. Mordacchus semper audax erat. Totum ingenium desperatum sibi erat, et opinor me illum ob omnes passa accusare posse, si etiam intersit. Qui orces deo vexabat. Sed etiam, officum egit. Etiam finem rei suspicor; adhuc aliquando semper passi eramus.\nSperaveramus nos magum Tairacho pro vita dare. Nescio quod bellipotens ab homine vult, sed vultus similis descriptionis est. Arbitror consilium Mordacchi perbene perfectum esse, sine aspectu equitum. Iam huc veniunt, ab homine ducti, de quo fama est id fratrem magi esse. Si verum fertur, numquam desistet, ut ego si Mordacchum teneant.

en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    Maghre is looking much better than the last time I saw it. Baran has done wonders in two years. The village is rebuilt, and the surrounding farmlands are restored and reoccupied. Despite my brother’s worries, our people have faced no new threats in that time.
    
    It has been more difficult to stay away in those two years, but I have my calling and Baran has his, and we have had little opportunity to meet again. But as the company and I are passing through this part of the kingdom with a new patron, I have asked leave of him to visit my brother and he gave it.
la: XX IX, AVC CCCLXV
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Magerhe valde melior videtur ex quo redivi. Baranus mira duobus annis fecit. Pagus iterum aedificatus est, et fundi continentes restituti receptique sunt. Tamen frater anxius erat, hinc populus noster nullo periculo obviam ierunt.
    
    Magis dificilior erat, ut illos duos annos distem, sed officium est mihi sibique, et erat nulla facultas rursrum conventum. Sed quod mercennarii egoque cum patrono novo per hanc partem regni eunt, petivi, venia sua, ut fratrem videam, et ita dedit.

en: 22 IX, 365 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Arvith of Maghre
    
    This patron is, of all things, an elf. I never thought I’d befriend one, but he is less arrogant than the rest. Kalenz, he calls himself. He’s seen too much; I can tell that just by meeting his eyes. I think we will have to work for our pay soon.
    
    In the meantime, though, it’s good to relax and enjoy the peace.
la: XXII IX, AVC CCCLXV
    A diario Arvitii Magerhis
    
    Hic patronus mire dryadales est. Numquam putabam me amicum uni fore, sed minor superbus ceteris est. Calens, ut se vocat. Nimis vidit; sentio oculos aspiciendo. Puto nos mox stipendio laborare debere.
    
    Saltem bonum est quiescere et pacem uti.

en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Almost home now. The last week has been full of mixed feelings for me — blissful and difficult by turns. It was wonderful to be out of that dungeon cell and in the sunlight again without the threat of death or worse hanging over my head... but with that behind me, I turned to the almost equally daunting task of making amends with my brother.
    
    Arvith had largely forgiven me by the time he freed me from my cell. All the same, it has taken all of the past week for us to rebuild the sense of comfort in each other we once had. It is fortunate that we have been able to take our time getting back — we gave the Grey Woods a wide berth, and on our way around it we traveled through some truly beautiful countryside. It has given us plenty of time to talk.
la: XXVII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magerhis
    
    Paene adiemus. Hoc tempus mihi plenum sensuum variorum est — invicem felix difficilis. A carcere isto abesse et sub luce sive sine morte minace sive peiore pendente super capite beatus erat... sed illo facto, curavi ut cum fratre meo pacatus essem, factum aequaliter eminens.
    
    Arnis post fere me donaverat quam me a clauso liberavit. Tamen, omnem tempus carpsimus ut solacium olim inter se restituamus. Beatus sum, quia lente ire potuimus — Silvam Lividam evitavimus, et in itinere per amoenissimum rurem ibamus. Quare tempus loqui.

en: 27 V, 363 YW
    Excerpt from the journal of Baran of Maghre
    
    Though I am more at ease now, my thoughts often turn back to Toen Caric. We should have been able to repel the orcs without great loss — the pincer attack Arvith devised would surely have carried the day but for me. It was reckless of me to leave my men behind — I wounded the warlord and forced him to flee the field, but the cost far outweighed the gain. Those under my command could have been saved if I had remained with them.
    
    I can hardly blame Arvith for having taken their deaths ill, and I can never undo the wrong that I have done, but I suppose that time heals some things. We return to the village as brothers once more.
    
    But I am still troubled. I wonder... is this sense of foreboding I feel merely a remnant of my time locked away in that dungeon, or is it a sign of something real?
la: XXVII V, AVC CCCLXIII
    A diario Barani Magerhis
    
    Etsi securior sum, saepe cogito Toenum Caricum. Orces sine multa morte depellere possemus — acies sinuata Arnis certe vicisset sine me. Relinquere meos audax erat — bellipotentem vulneravi et a campo effugere coegit, sed sumptus maiore fructu erat. Illi me recti servati essent si secum manuissem.
    
    Vix Arvitio culpam dare possum mortes inviso, et numquam colligere possum nefas actum, sed opinor tempus sanare. Ad pagum fratres rursus redimus.
    
    Sed etiam anxius sum. Cogito... estne sensus ominis modo vestigium carceris, aut signum verum?

en: A Tale of Two Brothers
la: Fabula Duorum Fratrum

en: A Tale of Two Brothers — Epilogue
la: Fabula Duorum Fratrum — Epilogus

en: A dark mage has come upon us; his creatures call him Mordak. They have been terrorizing outlying farms, and we fear they may soon attack the village itself! The villagers of Maghre have taken up weapons but they are not trained fighters; but we need your men, and you to lead them.
la: Magus ater in pagum invasit; creata illius Mordacchus vocant. Continentes fundos vastaverunt, et veremur ut mox pagum ipsum pugnent! Pagani Magehris arma adsumpserunt sed non milites sunt; at tuis egemus, quibus praesis.

en: AToTB
la: FDF

en: All is lost now that I am dead...
la: Omnis perit quia morior...

en: All right. I will do this for the village. Can you keep the mage off our backs?
la: Esto. Pro pago agam. Potesne magum resistere?

en: Alwyn
la: Alvynius

en: An evil mage is threatening the small village of Maghre and its inhabitants. The village’s mage sends to his warrior brother for help, but not all goes as planned. Can you help?
la: Magus malum parvo pago Magerhis et incolis minatur. Magus pagi Baranus e fratre bellatore auxilium petit, sed rem male gerebat. Potesne subvenire?

en: And special thanks to everyone else who I forgot to mention.
la: Et multas gratias pro omnibus mei oblitiis agitur.

en: And you too, brother.
la: Et te, frater.

en: Are you our relief arriving? Does this mean we get to leave here now?
la: Suntne novae copiae nostrum? Possumusne nunc exire?

en: Argh!
la: A!

en: Argh!!
la: A!!

en: Artwork and Graphics Design
la: Imagines

en: Arvith
la: Arvitius

en: Arvith and his band rode north in search of his missing brother.
la: Arvitius manusque ad boream equitavit fratrem amissum inventum.

en: Arvith and his men halt outside of the castle, gazing for a moment at the hulking mass of stone looming in the fog. There is movement in the mist.
la: Arvitius suique castellum extra desistunt, aspicientes molem immanem in caligine eminentes. Est motus in nebula.

en: Aye. I’ll be the right arm, and you’ll be the left. Let’s go!
la: Aio. Dextra ero, et pars laeva eris. Agedum!

en: Aye. We think there’s a nest of them north-east of here. They’ve captured my brother.
la: Aio. Putamus latibulum inter orientem et septentrionem adesse. Isti fratrem meum abripuerunt.

en: Bah, just stay on the paths; our spearmen and bowmen can fight in the deeper woods. We have faced and won through greater perils than those amateurs can offer.
la: Fu, modo manete in viis; hastati nostri et sagittarii in silvis penitis pugnare possunt. Certavimus viximusque peiores pericula quam illos tirones dare possunt.

en: Baran
la: Baranus

en: Baran has not made his attack!
la: Baranus non impetum fecit!

en: Baran should be in position by now. Press them, distract the adept so Baran can spring his trap!
la: Baranus iam paratus esse debet. Eos persequimini, adseculam distrahite ut Baranus insidiis utatur!

en: Bind him and take him with us. If he has played us false, he will die.
la: Illum vincite et nobiscum ducite. Si mentitus est, morietur.

en: Brent
la: Brentus

en: Cadell
la: Cadellus

en: Campaign Design
la: Forma Militiae

en: Campaign Maintenance
la: Conservatio Militiae

en: Captain, what are <i>orcs</i> doing this far south?
la: Dux, quare <i>orces</i> adeo in septentrionalia adsunt?

en: Captain, what are we riding into? I thought you wanted nothing to do with Baran any more, not since Toen Caric.
la: Dux, quo vademus? Putavi te Baranum videre nolere, ex quo res Toeni Carici.

en: Castle Guard
la: Custos Castelli

en: Catch the kidnappers
la: Abripientes capere

en: Come on, men, let’s catch those kidnappers!
la: Porro, viri, capiamus abripientes!

en: Come on, men. A stroll through such lovely green woods, what could be finer?
la: Agitedum. Nonne ambulare per tantum amoenum silvam viridem perbene est?

en: Could he have abandoned us?
la: Deseruistine nos?

en: Curses! If they had been an hour slower our master’s reinforcements would already be here to meet us.
la: Malum! Si lentius ivissent novae copiae eri iam adirent nos coniunctum.

en: Dannen
la: Dannenus

en: Death of Arvith
la: Mors Arvitii

en: Death of Baran
la: Mors Barani

en: Efran
la: Efranius

en: Eleben
la: Elebenis

en: Elves
la: Dryadales

en: Enemies
la: Hostes

en: Everything is lost now that I am dead...
la: Omnis perit quia morior...

en: Faren
la: Farenus

en: Fight your way through the woods before the kidnappers escape
la: Pro via per silvas pugnare priusquam abripientes effugere

en: Find out what is happening in the village
la: Quid accidit in pago aperire

en: Follow their back trail!
la: Sequemini vestigia!

en: Foolish human, you have killed me but you will not catch the undead in time. I have fulfilled my contract, and will be reanimated soon to become a lord of their armies.
la: Asine, me occidisti, sed non tempore inmortus attinges. Pactum complevi, et mox iterum animatus dominus exercituum fiam.

en: Good question. Perhaps my brother will have found out.
la: Bene dicis. Fortasse frater meus scit.

en: Good work, men! But what has become of my brother?
la: Optime, viri! Sed quid fratri meo accidit?

en: Greetings, brother, and welcome home.
la: Te saluto, frater, et domus.

en: Greetings. I am Brena, a knight errant. I saw you pursuing and fighting the foul undead. Are there more of them to be destroyed?
la: Avete. Brena sum, eques errans. Vos vidi persequentes inmortus foedos pugnantesque. Suntne plures delenda?

en: Guard
la: Custos

en: Guarded Castle
la: Castellum Defensum

en: Hah! You have captured me, but it will avail you nothing. I sent your precious brother the mage north with half my men a day since; he will be safely locked away in our master’s dungeons by now.
la: Ha! Vos me cepisti, sed haudquaquam proderit. Frater amatus misi abhinc unum diem cum dimidio meorum ad boream; tute in carcere eri conclaudetur.

en: Haha! We not kill people for long time. Weapon wants blood. We now kill humans!!
la: Hahae! Homines non diu interfecimus. Telum cruorem cupit. Nunc occidimus homines!!

en: Hail.
la: Ave.

en: Halt! Friend or foe? Give the password.
la: Sisti! Amicusne an inimicus? Tesseram da.

en: Hamik
la: Hamiccus

en: Hann
la: Hannus

en: Have a care, his men are fell fighters and have killed many. Very few remain who can bear arms, but I will send them to aid you in battle.
la: Praecave, sui feroces et multos occiderunt. Pauci sunt qui arma gerere possint, sed illos mittam te in pugna adiutum.

en: Have you no faith in your brother, Baran?
la: Nonne fratro credis, Barane?

en: He escaped us...
la: Nos effugit...

en: He would only slow us down!
la: Tantum nos moretur!

en: Heeding the call of his amulet, Arvith gathered such men as he could and hurried to Maghre to help Baran.
la: Arvitius amuletum vocatus audiens, quosdam quam celerrime vires civit et Magehri Barano festinavit subventum.

en: Horseman
la: Eques

en: Humans
la: Homines

en: I am glad at least that we will not have to face ghosts. But those elves will have us at a disadvantage; our horses will not maneuver well in the trees.
la: Gaudeo saltem quod sunt nullae phasmae certandae. Sed dryadales nobis praestent; equi nostri male in his arboribus ibunt.

en: I am glad to see you returned.
la: Gaudeo quod redisti.

en: I am sorry. We have not the time to spare.
la: Me paenitet. Nullum tempus nobis est.

en: I bear a great hatred towards their kind. I will follow and fight them with you, if you permit.
la: Magnum istos odi. Vos sequar et vobiscum pugnabo, tua venia.

en: I can feel Mordak’s foul touch on the hidden currents of the earth and air. He is somewhere due north of here, I would say not more than two days’ ride.
la: Possum tactum Mordacchi foedi in canalibus secretis terrae aerisque sentire. Alicubi adhuc boream adest, dicam non magis quam biduum equitandi.

en: I don’t think we can rescue anyone from these villages. It is too late.
la: Non puto nos aliquem e pagis servare posse. Serum est.

en: I found Baran. He is in this cell.
la: Baranum inveni. Est in hoc clauso.

en: I hear these creatures are nigh-immune to our weapons, let us see!
la: Audio has beluas fere tela nostra non sentire, inveniamus!

en: I must go back to earning my living. But we have our amulets, little brother. If you are beset again, I will come.
la: Redire oportet est. Sed amuleta nostra habemus, Biarnule. Si quis te pugnaverit, veniam.

en: I see them! There they are!
la: Eos vidi! Ecce hem!

en: I think I should better support my men at the front to make sure we can free my brother.
la: Puto me meos in acie adiuvare debere ut certo fratrem meum solvant.

en: I was too weak to protect these people. Oh, why did this happen to me?!
la: Nimium debilis fui ut populum defendissem. O, cur mihi accidit?!

en: I will go stealthily with a handful of our best scouts and woodsmen. While you demonstrate against him and kill his creatures, I will try to defeat Mordak himself with magic at an unguarded moment. You shall be the right hand, I the left... aye, brother?
la: Furtim cum manu spectatorum silvicolarumque optimorum ibo. Dum contra eum consistetis et creata interficietis, tempore Mordacchum ipsum magia vincere conabo. Dextra eris, pars laeva ero... fietne, frater?

en: Is that all, Arvith? I understand, but...
la: Tantum est, Arviti? Intellego, sed...

en: It is finished. We’ve defeated him at last. It was good to have you at my side, Baran.
la: Finitum est. Denique vicimus. Mihi conspectus tuus placebat, Barane.

en: It is my place to decide this.
la: Mihi decernendum est.

en: It is over, I am vanquished.
la: Finitum est, victus sum.

en: It was no great trial, after all. A few elves, one or two dark sorcerers, a gang of orcs and some undead. Really just a day’s work for the company.
la: Nullum periculum erat, nonnulli dryadalium, unus duove veneficiorum, manus orcium, et nonnulli inmortuum. Vix dies laboris mercennariis.

en: It’s good to see you, Arvith.
la: Te videre gaudeo, Arviti.

en: It’s not that. Perhaps I deserved to rot here. I failed you. I failed you again.
la: Non tantum est. Fortasse me decet hic emori. Tibi defui. Iterumque defui.

en: I’m no longer sure. What’s between us remains, but knowing someone else has lain hands on him changes things. Mount up, and let’s get moving.
la: Non iam pro certo habeo. Quod accidit manet, sed, scire alium illi iniustiam agere, res vertet. In equum ascendite, ac pergamus.

en: Jarlom
la: Iarlon

en: Katklagad
la: Kataklagadus

en: Kill the Dark Adept before his reinforcements arrive
la: Adseculam Venefici occidere priusquam copiae novae adveniunt

en: Kill the dark sorcerer to get the cell key
la: Veneficum occidere ut clavem carpas

en: Knago-Brek
la: Gnago Breccus

en: Knight
la: Eques Ordinis

en: Let’s finish what we started, brother.
la: Finiamus quod incepimus, frater.

en: Look what I have found in here! I can count a hundred pieces of gold.
la: Ecce quod hic inveni! Numero centum nummos auri.

en: Look what I have found in here! I can count fifty pieces of gold.
la: Ecce quod inveni! Numero quinquaginta nummos auri.

en: Magrid
la: Magridius

en: Men! Ready your arms!
la: Viri! Parate arma!

en: Miscellaneous
la: Alia

en: Mordak
la: Mordacchus

en: Move Arvith to the cell with his brother to free him
la: Arvitium ad carcerem movere ut fratrem liberet

en: Muff Toras
la: Muffus Toras

en: My blade is at your throat. Give us the way to my brother now, or I will spill your wretched blood on the ground.
la: Gladius meus ante teum gutturem. Ostende viam ad fratrem, aut humum cruorem effundam.

en: My brother, kidnapped? I have failed you, Baran! And even now Mordak’s forces descend upon the village!
la: Fratremne, captum? Tibi defui, Barane! Etiam nunc copiae Mordacchi in pagum descendunt!

en: My reinforcements are here!
la: Copiae novae adsunt!

en: My sword-arm has a say in who will do the dying. Come on, men, let’s kill some orcs.
la: Lacerti mei quem morte afficiunt! Venite viri, occidamus orces.

en: Nil-Galion
la: Nilus Galionis

en: No gladder than I am to be here. But what has happened to Maghre?
la: Non magis quam ego vivus. Sed quid Magerhi accidit?

en: No, they are fleeing from something. We must find out what is happening over there!
la: Non salutatum. Ab aliquo fugiunt. Oportet invenire quid accidit illic!

en: No... No. This is something else. I’m worried about him... but right now it means we have to deal with this Mordak ourselves.
la: Nego... Nego. Non tantum est. Ille mihi curae est... sed nunc signat nos ipsos Mordacchum delere debere.

en: Now Baran had a brother named Arvith who had also left Maghre to seek his fortune, and had become the leader of a small band of horsemen who hired out as guards to merchant caravans. Fortunate it was for all that when Baran was but an apprentice mage, he had made a pair of amulets for himself and his brother, with which they might call to each other when in dire need. Baran sent out that call.
la: Iam Barano frater Arvitius nomine erat, quoque e Magerhe divitiis egressus, et dux manus equitum pro custodibus mercatoribus locantium factus est. Omnibus bene erat, cum Baranus magus discipulus esset, duo amuleta ipsi fratrique fecisse, quibus subsidio indigens utrumque vocarent, etiam Barnus vocavit.

en: Oh, all right then. Come along with us.
la: Bene, venite nobiscum.

en: Oh, of course. I had nearly forgotten.
la: O, sane, haud multum afuit quin obliviscerer.

en: One less braggart orc in the world.
la: Igitur unus mortuus est gloriosus.

en: Pass, friend.
la: Praeteri, amice.

en: Prose and Story Edits
la: Verba Soluta et Mutationes Fabulae

en: Reeve Hoban
la: Hobanus Praefectus

en: Rescue Baran
la: Barano subvenire

en: Return to the Village
la: Regressus ad Pagum

en: Rooting Out a Mage
la: Magum Reperiens

en: Rotharik
la: Rotharicus

en: Sir, our scouts report that Baran was seen captured and carried away further north!
la: Domine, spectatores dicunt Baranum captum videri et longe ad septentrionem auferri!

en: Sithrak
la: Sithracchus

en: Skeletons and zombies killed cattle and fired fields. <i>“Fear and obey Mordak the Mage!”</i> they cried in fell voices as they did their foul deeds. People vanished from isolated farmsteads. Men and women began to fear the night, and their children even the bright day. But the nearest lord was more than a day’s ride distant, and messengers sent to seek his help did not return.
la: Ossa cadaveraque pecora trucidaverunt et agros arserunt. <i>“Timete,”</i> cruenta clamare <i>“Pareteque Mordaccho Mago!”</i> dum nefas facere. Populus sic e fundis deviis evanuit; viri mulieresque noctem metuere coeperant, ac liberi dies clarum. Sed proximus dominus a magis quam die equitandi distare, nec nuntii missi subsidium eius petitum redierunt.

en: Slay Mordak, the evil mage
la: Magum malum Mordacchum occidere

en: Slay the Orcish Warlord to free the village
la: Orcem Bellipotentem occidere ut pagum liberes

en: So much for those ghost stories. Mere elves will not stop me from freeing Baran!
la: Fabulae phasmarum, malum. Dryadales me non prohibebunt quin Barano subveniam!

en: So much has been destroyed. It will be difficult to repair all that the orcs and undead have wrecked. And they could come again.
la: Tantum perditur. Difficile erit damna orcium et inmortuum purgare. Ac fortasse redibunt.

en: Soon after you departed we were beset by orcs. With half the men of Maghre gone, we could not stop them.
la: Simulac existis ab orcibus expugnabamus. Dimiduo virum Magerhi cesso, resistere non potuimus.

en: Tairach
la: Tairachus

en: Take this, then, for I see that you are on a quest. My comrades will help you whenever you call for them.
la: Hoc accipe, tunc, quia video te in miltia esse. Socii te adiuvabunt cum vocas.

en: Tarek
la: Tarecus

en: Thank you for coming to my aid. Let us return to the village.
la: Gratias ago subvenio. Redeamus ad pagum.

en: Thank you for saving me. I... was not certain you would come.
la: Tibi gratias ago quia me servavisti. Non... pro certo habui te venire.

en: Thank you. My comrades and I will help you on your noble quest.
la: Tibi gratias ago. Ego et socii te adiuvabunt in militia nobili.

en: Thanks! Irritating little formality, isn’t it?
la: Gratias! Nonne ritiolus molestus est?

en: That is as may be. But you are my brother still. And... I never doubted you would have come for me.
la: Fiat. At etiam frater mi es. Ac... numquam dubito quin mihi venires.

en: That may well be the key to the cell they’re holding Baran in! I will take it.
la: Debet clavis carceri ubi Baranum tenent esse! Capiam.

en: That they should dare this! We will give chase at once.
la: Hoc audere! Statim illos fugemus.

en: That warlord! It’s...
la: Bellipotentem! Est...

en: That was not so hard!
la: Facile factu!

en: That’s the wrong password! These aren’t our relief! Get them!
la: Tessera falsa est! Non sunt novae copiae! Hos capite!

en: The Chase
la: Venatio

en: The accursed dark sorcerer Rotharik has imprisoned me behind this magically enhanced iron gate. It can only be opened with the correct key. You must get it from him to free me.
la: Veneficus damnatus Rotharicus me conclausit trans portam ferream atque magicam. Quae tantum recta clave aperiri potest. Clavis capienda est.

en: The adept didn’t lead us astray after all. I’ll keep my word, distasteful as it may be; cut him loose, and let’s be rid of him.
la: Ita adsecula nos non fefellit. Sponso parebo, tamen odiosum; illum solve, et dimitte.

en: The orcish warlord aims to enslave us. We will not be able to hold out for much longer.
la: Orx bellipotens nos in servitutem ducere vult. Non poterimus diu resistere.

en: The password is
la: Tessera est

en: The remote freehold of Maghre in the western reaches of the kingdom of Wesnoth was once a peaceful place, its inhabitants largely unaware of the comings and goings of the wider world. Wars and the rumor of wars touched them not, until the day a dark mage settled in the region and began seeking sacrifices for his evil summonings.
la: Olim fundi liberi Magerhis in finibus occidentibus Regni Vesnotei longinquique pacati fuerunt, pleraeque incolarum nesciae rerum publicarum. Bella et opinies bellorum illos non attigerunt, usque donec magus ater in regione sedavit ac victimas pro peccatis petere coepit.

en: The warlord from Toen Caric.
la: Bellipotens a Toeno Carico.

en: There was a man named Baran who had shown talent as a mage when he was young, gone to the great Academy on the Isle of Alduin, and returned to work his magic in the land where he was born. The people looked to him for help and leadership. He found weapons half-forgotten from the times of their sires and grandsires hanging in many houses, and bade the villagers to take them down and clean and oil them. He set the smiths of Maghre to making spearheads and ax-blades for the rest.
la: Erat vir Baranus nomine artem temptatus dum magus iuvenis, nam ad Scholam Magnam Alduini progressus, et in patria artem magicam usum redivit. Quare populus illum prospicebant ut se adiuvaret et duceret. Etiam arma neglectum avorum invenit in multis domibus pendentes, itaque paganos iussit ea sumere et abluere limareque: fabros Magerhis hastas securesque ceteris facere.

en: There. The village is just across those hills, and already I see men coming to greet us!
la: Ecce. Pagus trans hos colles est, etiam video viros venientes nos salutatum!

en: There’s a key in his robes.
la: Est clavis in vestimento.

en: There’s nothing more to be had from this one; we will have to search for Baran ourselves!
la: Numquam hic dicet; Baranum nos ipsi debemus!

en: Those men told me their prisoner had attempted to murder their master, and warned that evil men would follow him. Advance no further, or you will die.
la: Isti me dixerunt captivum erum occidere conatos esse, et monitos esse malos eum secuturos esse. Manete, ne moriantur.

en: Three days ride to the northeast, in a deserted castle. The passwords to the guards are $first_password_$first_password_number and $second_password_$second_password_number|.
la: Triduum equitandi inter septentriones et orientem in castello deserto. Tesserae custodibus $first_password_$first_password_number $second_password_$second_password_number|que sunt.

en: Um, yes. Fine. You can go.
la: Mmm, ita. Bene. Exite.

en: Um, you’re supposed to give the password.
la: Um, debes tesseram dicere.

en: We should find Reeve Hoban. Maybe he knows what is going on here.
la: Debemus Praefactum Hobanum invenire. Fortasse intellegit quid hic accidit.

en: We’re almost there!
la: Adiacemus!

en: We’re chasing after some men who kidnapped my brother!
la: Persequimur homines qui fratrem meum abripuerunt!

en: Worried about him, are you? E-he-he... hergh... gaargh...
la: Nonne anxius es? Hahahae... hergh... gaargh...

en: Wrong! Die!
la: Falsum! Morere!

en: Xaskanat
la: Xaskanas

en: Yes, I’d know that face anywhere. Especially after what you did to it.
la: Est, sciam alicubi faciem. Praesertim ideo quod illam violavisti.

en: You are too late! Your brother is already dead! Muahahaha...!
la: Seri estis! Iam mortuus est frater! Muhahahae...!

en: You called, and I came; be content with that. What ails Maghre?
la: Vocavisti, et veni; sis contentus. Quid Magehre polluit?

en: You must be one of Arvith’s men. Please help me get out of this dungeon.
la: Nonne est unus Arvitii? Amabo, adiuva me ut ex carcere exeam.

en: You receive 70 pieces of gold!
la: LXX nummos auri accipis!

en: You there! Halt and explain yourself.
la: Tu! Siste et te explica.

en: You! The mage who scarred me with fire! KILL THEM!
la: Te! Magus me igne vexatus! EOS TRUCIDATE!

en: Your brother’s plan to ambush me has failed. He is our prisoner now.
la: Consilio frater defuit mei capiendi. Iam captivus nostris est.

en: Your hand or Tairach’s, death is still death... (argh)
la: Sive manu tui sive Tairachi, etiam mors est mors... (ah)

en: ‘Tairach’? Who or what is Tairach?
la: ‘Tairachus’? Quis est Tairachus?
