Battle for Wesnoth 1.3.12+svn - en to la translation catalogue (338 entries)

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

en: (<i>Reads</i>) <i>Kannin a’kana du’masi a’forigln de’amp.</i>
la: (<i>Legens</i>) <i>Kannin a’kana du’masi a’forigln de’amp.</i>

en: (<i>Wonderingly</i>) A Lord Companion? And kin of ours...
la: (<i>Stupefactus</i>) Comitemne Priorem? Ac gentis nostri...

en: (Challenging)
la: (Provocans)

en: (Easy)
la: (Facilis)

en: (Intermediate level, 11 scenarios.)
la: (Ordo mediocris, XI scaenaria.)

en: (Normal)
la: (Mediocris)

en: 150 gold pieces. I wonder why Karrag would choose to store his gold here.
la: Ecce CL aureorum. Quidnam Carragus hic aurum eius abscondere velit?

en: 150 gold pieces. This should help.
la: Ecce CL aureorum. Utiles erint.

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

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

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

en: A delegation of the Northern Alliance, seeking the road through to Kal Kartha.
la: Legatio Societatis Boreae faciat ut Calcartham iter inveniat.

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

en: A door. Perhaps Karrag is hiding in here...
la: Est ianua. Fortasse Carragus hic recondit...

en: A runemaster? There had been none such since Thursagan’s day. And for one to lead a holding was unheard-of; they tended towards the solitary life.
la: Runipotens? Talis non fuerat post Thursaganem vivum, atque stationem tenere erat inauditum: vitam soli agere solebant.

en: A scroll with some strange writing on it...
la: Est verba aliena in hoc libro...

en: A witness? My name is... my name is not important. My deed will speak its own truth.
la: Testisne? Nominor... nomen flocci non facio. Factum meum solum verruncabit.

en: Aaarrgh! My students... What will become of them?
la: Ah! Discipuli mei... Quid eis accidet?

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

en: Ahhh... more stinky-midgets, come to get killed just like these cowards in their den.
la: Ahhh... plures pumilionum foedorum obitum venerunt sicut hi territi in latibulo.

en: Aiglondur
la: Aeglondurus

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

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

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

en: Aigthaing
la: Aegthaengus

en: Alaithus
la: Alaethus

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

en: Alliance
la: Societas

en: An old caved-in passageway. Perhaps if we clear away some of this rubble we may be able to get through...
la: Est cuniculus saxis opertus. Si acervum amovere possumus, forsitan illuc ineamus...

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

en: And for what cause ha’ I heard naught o’ this?
la: At quare ego de re nihil audiebam?

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

en: And ye found something?
la: Ac aliquid invenisti?

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

en: And you spoke my guess, Aiglondur. Are you nae kin of mine?
la: Ac dixisti quod fingebam, Aeglondure. Nonne tu gentis meae est?

en: Angarthing
la: Angartor

en: Angarthing and Aiglondur and the dwarvish troop traveled swiftly to the east through the settled lands of the Northern Alliance. Soon enough they came to the wilder march country, where raids by large bands of hostile orcs and men were all too common.
la: Angartor, Aeglondurus et manus Nanorum celeriter ad orientem per terras a Societate Borea habitas, quo populi ab immensibus incursionibus orcium hominumque hostilium communiter metuere.

en: Another old caved-in passageway...
la: Est aliquis cuniculus saxis opertus...

en: Art
la: Picturae

en: As you will. Go safely and return swiftly.
la: Fiat. Ite tute et celeriter redi.

en: At the East Gate
la: In Porta Orientale

en: Author
la: Auctor

en: Aye, it’s still bandit country, right enough.
la: Aio, adhuc usque per loca prosciptorum imus.

en: Aye, my Lord Hamel.
la: Aio, mi domine Hamele.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

en: Bandits
la: Latrones

en: Bashnark
la: Basnarcus

en: Be silent. We are orc warriors; we do not flee foes.
la: Sile. Sumus bellatores orces; inimicos non evitamus.

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

en: Behold! The West Gate of Kal Kartha!
la: Ecce! Portam Occidentis Calcarthae!

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

en: Brainstorming, playtesting, and spousal support
la: Cogitationes, probare, et auxilium coniugale

en: Burumardir-Athelorand
la: Burumardir Athelorand

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

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

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

en: But, given a choice, we fight the weaker foe first.
la: Sed, bene eligamus, si primo cum inimicis debilioribus pugnemus.

en: Darchas
la: Darcas

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

en: Dat not right. Dis a toll bridge. You pay troll. Er...
la: Erro. Hic est trogodyta. Telonio aes pendis. Er...

en: Death of Aiglondur
la: Mors Aeglonduri

en: Death of Angarthing
la: Mors Angartoris

en: Death of Dulcatulos
la: Mors Dulcatuli

en: Death of Marth-Tak
la: Mors Martacis

en: Death of West Gate commander
la: Mors legati Portae Occidentis

en: Defeat Bashnark
la: Basnarcum vincere

en: Defeat Glashal
la: Glascalum vincere

en: Defeat Gronk
la: Groncum vincere

en: Defeat Karrag
la: Carragum vincere

en: Defeat all enemies
la: Omnes hostes vincere

en: Defeat the Masked Dwarf
la: Nanum Personatum vincere

en: Dis a troll bridge. You pay toll. Er...
la: Hoc est telonium. Trogodytae aes pendis. Er...

en: Does it matter? He is only a dirtgrubbing human, not fit to polish the boots of the true people.
la: Quid refert? Modo homo est lutulentus, indignus caligas poliendo virorum verorum.

en: Don’t kill me, masters! Please don’t kill me!
la: Nolite me occidere, domini! Amabo nolite occidere!

en: Drakes
la: Draculi

en: Dulcatulos
la: Dulcatulus

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

en: Dwarvish Annalist
la: Auctor Nanorum

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

en: Dwarvish Loremaster
la: Doctunus Nanorum

en: Dwarvish Masked Dragonguard
la: Nanus Draconigena Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Fighter
la: Pugnator Nanorum Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Guardsman
la: Custos Nanorum Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Lord
la: Dominus Nanorum Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Sentinel
la: Excubitor Nanorum Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Stalwart
la: Nanus Robustus Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Steelclad
la: Nanus Ferratus Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Thunderer
la: Nanus Tonans Personatus

en: Dwarvish Masked Thunderguard
la: Nanus Altitonans Personatus

en: Dwarvish Witness
la: Testis Nanorum

en: East Gate
la: Porta Orientalis

en: East, eh? You won’t find many friends in that direction. Travel safely.
la: Adne orientem? Minimos socios in illa regione invenies. Cave tibi.

en: Elurin
la: Elurinus

en: Epilogue
la: Epilogus

en: Evil
la: Mali

en: Fear
la: Metus

en: Feared in dwarven legend is the Dwarf Lord who masks his face, using the formidable fighting powers of his kind without accounting to his peers and the loremasters of Dwarven-kind for the dark and bloody uses to which he puts his weapons. Like his barefaced kin, the Dwarf Lord wields axe and hammer with masterful skill, and can hit a target with a thrown hand axe at several paces. Though slow on their feet, these dwarves are a testament to the prowess of their kind.
la: Dominos Nanorum qui, vultu celato, vi terribili, sine ad pares et doctunis prope atrum et cruentum usum telorum eius rem agente, utuntur, metuunt. Ei velut congens nudus, securem malleumque ferociter gerentes, hostem secure iacto e longe icere possunt. Monumento, etsi tardi, artum gentis suae sunt.

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

en: Fighter
la: Pugnator

en: Finally! I see someone managed to see through the web of deception thrown up by that vile Karrag!
la: Euge! Video aliquem araneum fraudis ab isto Carrago foedo textum superasse!

en: Find the inhabitants
la: Incolas invenire

en: Fleleen
la: Fleleinus

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

en: For the Alliance! Axes up!
la: Pro Sociatete! Secures tollite!

en: Forbidden Forest
la: Silva Vetita

en: Forest
la: Silva

en: Freeing these prisoners is more of a blow to Karrag then we thought, for now he is unable to continue his foul sorcery.
la: Liberare hos captivos gravius Carrago nocebit, nam iam magiam malam persequi non posset.

en: Fresh blood! Exactly what I need to complete the rite.
la: Cruorem! Quo vero careo ut ritum perficiam.

en: Glamdrsol
la: Glamdursol

en: Glashal
la: Glascalus

en: Go through that rubble yonder; see if you can dig up some sort of battering ram.
la: I per illud acervum ut invenias utrum sit aliquae velut acies.

en: Gronk
la: Groncus

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

en: Hail, fellow dwarves. All Kal Kartha thanks you for your timely rescue.
la: Avete, connani. Tota Calcartha pro opportune subveniendo gratias agit.

en: Hamel
la: Hamelus

en: He has grasped the Hammer of Thursagan, then?
la: Malleum igitur Thursaganis carpsit?

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

en: Help Marth-Tak defeat Gothras
la: Martacum iuvare ut Gothratem vinciat

en: Hey! That troll was sitting on some treasure!
la: Io! Ille troglodyta in thesaurum sedebat!

en: High Pass
la: Angustum Altum

en: I am he. Speak your message.
la: Ita sum. Dic nuntium.

en: I believe that will be the key-spell for that sealed door.
la: Credo se signum et cantum ianuae clausae esse.

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

en: I fall!
la: Cado!

en: I fear some grave ill may have become Kal Kartha.
la: Metuo ne periculum grave Calcartham accideret.

en: I gather that he is involved in some sick ritual which requires the blood of living creatures. These cells seem to be the holding place where he keeps his victims. The ‘dirtgrubbers’ he seems to prefer sacrificing have long since been taken away. Now it is just us few dwarves that remain...
la: Cerno ut nesciocui ritui impio particeps sit, ad quem cruore vivorum caret. Hae cellae victimis viduntur. ‘Lutulenti’ quos ad victimandum praebeat iam diu derepti sunt. Iam modo pauci nostrum manent...

en: I guess Karrag thought I knew too much. When his masked henchmen started raiding, plundering and taking all sorts of prisoners — which were sent to these underlevels and never seen again — I began to inquire. I discovered many unsettling things indeed, but before I could act on them I was arrested and thrown down here.
la: Opinor Carragum credebat me nimium scire. Cum satelles personati incursiones facere spoliareque inciperent et tot capere — qui in haec loca inferioria missi erant neque umquam visi — rem invesigare incepi. Multa quidem mira inveni, sed huc detractus sum antequam mentem suscipere possem.

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

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

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

en: I see it. There is something very wrong here.
la: Cerno. Aliquid hic valde malum est.

en: I sense these bindings to be the work of common sorcery, not the power of the Hammer. Usually to each such locking spell there is some sort of key. If we can but find the key, we will able to open these doors.
la: Sentio has fascias non potestatis Mallei, sed magiae communis esse. Talis cantus claudendi signum habere solet. Cum id saltem invenerimus fores aperire poterimus.

en: I sense wrongness. Some greater evil awakens before us.
la: Mala cerno. Quoddam maior malum nos exspectat.

en: I think I hear noises, ahead of us...
la: Ante nos puto me strepitus audire...

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

en: I thought Karrag’s fight was against the so called ‘dirtgrubbers’. Why would he keep you, a dwarf captive?
la: Puto Carragum cum ‘lutulentis’ opinatis dimicare. Quidnam te, nanum, captivum includat?

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

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

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

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

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

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

en: In the first few years after the founding of the Northern Alliance, the dwarves of Knalga and the human population of Dwarven Doors were fully preoccupied with rebuilding what had been broken by the long orcish occupation. But soon enough they prospered once again. The dwarves begin mining their past for inspiration in ways to rebuild Knalga so it would be even greater than before, and began also reaching out for contact with their scattered kinfolk.
la: Post Societate Borea condita, primum Nani Gnalgae et populus humanus a longa oppressione orcium fractarum detenti erant in restitutione domuum; sed mox iterum prosperius provenerant. Nani a terra praeterita afflatui Gnalgae restituendae, ut grandior quam ante sit, effodere incipiunt, et admissas gentes attingere.

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

en: In the name of the Alliance, quit these lands now!
la: Per Societatem, nunc exi hanc regionem!

en: Indeed, Lord Hamel, that is what we came to ask.
la: Vero, Domine Hamele, id est quod petimus.

en: Invaders
la: Irruentes

en: It has begun to snow. Move, everyone! To be trapped here would be death.
la: Ningit. Ite omnes! Hic circumventi esse exitium sit.

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

en: It is remembered in Knalga that Kal Kartha holds the Hammer.
la: Gnalgae Calcartha Malleum tenere memoratur.

en: It seems that guard spoke truth. These doors cannot be forced open by any means we have!
la: Custos vera dicisse viditur. Haec fores haudquaquam aperiri possunt!

en: It seems to be some sort of a teleportation device. What’s more, the bindings that are preventing it from working seem to be the same ones that bar those sealed gates.
la: Quoddam instrumentum praetereundi videtur. Fasciae praeterea quae usu impediunt eaedem esse viduntur quae fores claudunt.

en: It would be fitting. The Loremasters will approve.
la: Deceat. Doctuni eum comprobabunt.

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

en: It’s been... it’s been years since I’ve been down here. Only Karrag and his personal followers used this level. Why did I never wonder about that before?
la: Multos quidem annos hoc locum non vidi. Carragus solus suique satelles huic utebantur. Cur numquam id cogitabam?

en: It’s locked, but nothing that our hammers can’t manage.
la: Clausum est, sed mallei nostri multum possunt.

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

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

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

en: Kaara
la: Karra

en: Kal Kartha is taken. Our mission has failed.
la: Calcartha capta est. Munere nos defuimus.

en: Kal Kartha shall not fall!
la: Calcartha non deerit!

en: Kal Kartha should be only another day’s march east of here.
la: Forte Calcartha die eundi in orientem distat.

en: Kal Karthans
la: Calcarthans

en: Karrag
la: Carragus

en: Karrag’s will, and his dark magic. I think he has been casting glamours on all of you ever since he passed over.
la: Per voluntatem Carragi ac magiam malam, nam credo se vos fascino ex quo advenit fallere.

en: Let us bring our kin that orc’s head as a guesting-gift.
la: Feramus gentibus nostris caput illius orcis donum.

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

en: Look sharp for the inhabitants here. They might have something to tell us.
la: Odoramini incolas. Fortasse de re aliquid dicant.

en: Lord
la: Dominus

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

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

en: Lorinne
la: Lorinna

en: Mages and Drakes
la: Magi et Draculi

en: Malifen
la: Malifenus

en: Marth-Tak
la: Martax

en: Masked Dwarf
la: Nanus Personatus

en: Master Perrin
la: Dominus Perrinus

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

en: Monsters
la: Monstra

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

en: More likely he has cloaked himself, thinking to run ahead to gather his followers. He could be within a spear-cast of us now and we wouldn’t know it in this gloom.
la: Fortasse se velavit, intendens ut turbam suam collectum praetereat. Si ictu pili distat eum ob hanc caliginem non videbimus.

en: Move Aiglondur to the signpost at the east end of the pass
la: Aeglondurum ad signum in fine orientale angusti movere

en: Move both Aiglondur and Angarthing to the eastern signpost
la: Et Aeglondurum et Angartorem ad signum orientalem movere

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

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

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

en: Nae sign o’ bandits I can see, captain — but there are three muckle hosts of orcs off to our east.
la: Sunt nulla vestigia proscriptorum visibilia — sed est in oriente bonus grexorcium.

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

en: No bandits in this village.
la: Est hic nemo proscriptorum.

en: No! No! No! Dirtgrubbers must die! The true people must rule all!
la: Haud! Haud! Haud! Lutulenti moriendi sunt! A veris omnes regendi sunt!

en: No. We have our duty. We must pass.
la: Non redibimus. Transire necesse est.

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

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

en: Now try the door again. It should open.
la: Repete iam ianuam; se aperiri debet.

en: Oh no! Without a loremaster we cannot complete our mission!
la: Eheu! Doctuno mortuo propositum conficere non possumus!

en: Ollin
la: Ollinus

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

en: One hour later
la: Post horam

en: Only mages can wield the Staff.
la: Magi soli Virgam gerere possunt.

en: Orcs
la: Orces

en: Our master’s ritual must not be interrupted. Stop them!
la: Ritus domini nostri non interrumpendus est. Rapite!

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

en: Pelaithil
la: Pelaethil

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

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

en: Preceptor
la: Praeceptor

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

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

en: Ratheln
la: Rathelnus

en: Reclaiming the Past
la: Praeterita Recipere

en: Ruined Castle
la: Castellum Rutum

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

en: Special Guest Designer
la: Hospes Auctor

en: Staff of Righteous Flame
la: Virga Flammae Iustae

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

en: Steelclad
la: Ferratus

en: Strange Allies
la: Socii Mirabiles

en: THoT
la: MT

en: Take that for my family’s memory, you murderer!
la: Hoc cape pro memoria familiae, spurce!

en: Tan-Garukh
la: Tan Garucchus

en: Tan-Grolak
la: Tan Grolacus

en: Tan-Malgar
la: Tan Malgar

en: Tan-Morgh
la: Tan Morgus

en: Tan-Uthkar
la: Tan Uthcarus

en: Tan-Wagran
la: Tan Vagranus

en: That hut near the top of the pass... Something is glowing inside it. We should investigate.
la: Intra illam casam pro summo angusto... Nescioquid calet. Scrutari nobis oportet.

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

en: That is our duty.
la: Officium nostrum est.

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

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

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

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

en: That’s for lords and loremasters to worry about, not the likes of me. I must see to my troop’s care. Food will be brought to you; rest well, we will speak again.
la: Domini et doctuni altercari debent, puto, neque qui mei similes. Mihi necesse est milites curare. Cibus vobis ferietur; bene quiescite, mox dicemus.

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

en: The Court of Karrag
la: Aula Carragi

en: The Hammer of Thursagan
la: Malleus Thursaganis

en: The Hammer of Thursagan?
la: At Malleus Thursaganis?

en: The Kal Karthans looked at each other, and Aiglondur, with dawning hope.
la: Calcarthani spe crescente quosque spectaverunt et Aeglondurum.

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

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

en: The Order thanks you, Lord Hamel
la: Ordo tibi gratias agit, Domine Hamele.

en: The Siege of Kal Kartha
la: Obsidio Calcarthae

en: The Underlevels
la: Loca Inferioria

en: The axe-bearers must not be let near our nestlings. Attack!
la: Bipenniferi pullos aggredi prohibendi sunt. Pugnate!

en: The door is about to give. Brace yourselves, everyone.
la: Ianua frangere futura est. Cavete.

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

en: The key has been uttered, these doors should open...
la: Signum datum est, fores ita se aperire debent...

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

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

en: The masked dwarves. Killing, burning, kidnapping. Look...
la: Nanos personatos. Interficientes, ardentes, abducentes. Ecce...

en: The presence of Master Perrin’s journeymen gives you the ability to recruit mages.
la: Adspectus viatorum Domini Perrini magos adlegendi facultatem dant.

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

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

en: The villagers are attacking us!
la: Vicani ultro nos petunt!

en: The ‘true people’ speak through our axes. Die, foul lich.
la: ‘Veri’ securibus nostris dicunt. Moriaris, mortifuga taeter.

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

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

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

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

en: There we go... faugh, what is that smell!
la: Ecce... fi, quid est iste odor?

en: They are defeated
la: Victi sunt

en: They were seeking captives. To what purpose, I cannot say. But I doubt it was any good one.
la: Captivos aucupabantur. Nescio qua re, sed puto eam male esse.

en: This is no fit death for a mage of fire!
la: Haec est vix mors digna magi ignis!

en: This is the Grand Gallery. There are rows of small chambers along its sides; he could have slipped into any of them.
la: Hic est Porticus Maximus, praeter quem sunt exiguae cellae iunctae ac in quemque labi potuit.

en: This place smells of death.
la: Hoc locum mortuis fetet ustis.

en: This staff gives a dying mage a final strike that will destroy all nearby enemies.
la: Haec virga mago moribundo ictum ultimum qui hostes proximos delebit dat.

en: This unit can inspire own L0 or L1 units that are next to it, making them fight better. Adjacent own units of L1 will do 25% more damage; L0 units will do 50% more.
la: Hic actor proximos actores ordinis primi imive incitare potest et facere melius pugnent. Proximi actores ordinis primi plus damni quarto dabunt; ordinis imi dimidio.

en: This unit can inspire own L0, L1, L2, or L3 units that are next to it, making them fight better. Adjacent own units of L3 will do more 25% more damage; L2 units will do 50% more, L1 will do 75% more, and L0 units will do 100% more.
la: Hic actor proximos actores ordinis tertii, secundi, primi imive incitare potest et facere melius pugnent. Proximi actores ordinis tertii plus damni quarto dabunt; ordinis secundi dimidio; ordinis primi tribus partibus; ordinis imi duplex.

en: This unit can inspire own L0, L1, or L2 units that are next to it, making them fight better. Adjacent own units of L2 will do more 25% more damage; L1 units will do 50% more, and L0 will do 75% more.
la: Incitat:
    Hic actor proximos actores ordinis secundi primi imive incitare potest et facere melius pugnent. Proximi actores ordinis secundi plus damni quarto dabunt; ordinis primi dimidio; ordinis imi tribus partibus.

en: Those are war-drums!
la: Belli tympana sunt!

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

en: Troll Bridge
la: Telonium Troglodyte

en: Trolls
la: Troglodytae

en: Up axes!
la: Tollite secures!

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

en: Warder
la: Varder

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

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

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

en: We are.
la: Sumus

en: We did not come to smite anyone, but to re-open contact and trade.
la: Non venimus aliquem pavitum, sed commercium renovatum.

en: We feared stirring up a controversy before the book was even properly understood.
la: Timebamus ut ante discordiam agiteremus quam librum etiam recte intellegeremus.

en: We have failed our duty to the Alliance.
la: Officio Societatis defuimus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

en: Well, then, honor the treaty as I have.
la: Foederi igitur parete sicut ego.

en: We’ll see about that!
la: Licet.

en: We’re grateful for your assistance. And I’d like to send a couple of our senior apprentices with you to the east. It has come time for them to be journeymen... and I sense something being born to the east that I do not like the feel of.
la: Gratias vobis pro auxilio agimus. Et paucos de discipulis maioribus vobiscum secutum mittere velim. Sibi tempus est viatores esse... et sentio ibi aliquid nascentem a quo abhorreo.

en: We’re grateful for your assistance. And I’d like to send one of our senior apprentices with you to the east. It has come time for him to be journeyman... and I sense something being born to the east that I do not like the feel of.
la: Gratias vobis pro auxilio agimus. Et saltem unum de discipulis maioribus vobiscum secutum mittere velim. Sibi tempus est viator esse... et sentio ibi aliquid nascentem a quo abhorreo.

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

en: We’re through the pass!
la: Angustum transiimus!

en: What are you talking about?
la: Quid dicas?

en: What is this ye say? Nae lost?
la: Quid dicis? Non amissa?

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

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

en: What sort of thing?
la: Quale id est?

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

en: When I step on this rune, I feel strange indeed. I feel like I am being pulled somewhere else, but at the same time being held back by an equally powerful force.
la: Cum huic runae insisto, miracula vero sentio. Sentio me aliquo trahi, et simul vi aequali detineri.

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

en: Where were you bound when you got stuck here?
la: Quo ibas cum hic detentus es?

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

en: Who disturbs our forest?
la: Quis silvam nostram vexat?

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

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

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

en: Yeah, boss. Anything to get away from those masked ones...
la: Recte, domine. Si personatos evitare possimis...

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

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

en: Yon doors are big, tightly locked — and, I would imagine, well barricaded. This may take a while.
la: Illaec fores magnae et bene closae et, opinor, obstructae sunt. Longum opus sit.

en: You cannot pass, fools. The doors I guard are sealed by the power of the Hammer itself.
la: Transire non licet, fatui. Fores quas custodio Mallei ipsius potestate inclusae sunt.

en: You have acted in honor. I am a witness.
la: Cum honore egis. Testis sum.

en: You have your duty, as we have ours. Fare well.
la: Tibi sunt munera quantum nobis. Vale.

en: You shall not pass here.
la: Hic non transibitis.

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

en: You wear no mask. You... you’re not with them?
la: Nullam personam geritis... Num factionis istae estis?

en: You, on the road! Are you of the Northern Alliance or not?
la: Io, viatores! Estisne Societatis Boreae an non?

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

en: Your great-nephew, my lord.
la: Filius fratris tui sum, mi domine.

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

en: Zamak
la: Zamacus

en: bolas
la: Globi

en: inspire
la: incitat

en: morningstar
la: scipio armatus

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