Battle for Wesnoth 1.0.0 - en to la translation catalogue (163 entries)

en: The Dark Hordes (Part 1)
la: Multitudines Tenebrarum (Pars Prior)

en: Apprentice
la: Discipulus

en: (easiest)
la: (facillimus)

en: Master
la: Magister

en: (hardest)
la: (difficilius)

en: Dark Lord
la: Dominus Tenebrarum

en: Lead fugitive necromancer Gwiti Ha'atel to mastery of the undead hordes.
la: Evocatorem mortuorum fugitivum Guitium Haatelem ducere ut dominetur multitudinum inmortuorum.

en: A New Chance
la: Occasio Nova

en: Clear the land of monsters
la: Terram a monstris liberare

en: Death of Gwiti Ha'atel
la: Mors Guitii Haatelis

en: Turns run out
la: Tempus exit

en: Gwiti Ha'atel
la: Guitius Haatelis

en: Grakarat
la: Grakaratus

en: Rek Iceheart
la: Reccus Cordis Gelidae

en: Gabtur
la: Gabturis

en: After his banishment from Wesnoth for practising necromancy, the young Gwiti Ha'atel arrived on a strange shore. He decided to claim it for his own.
la: Post exsilium ab Occidiseptentrionis ob practicam necromantiae, juvenis Guitius Haatel in oram alienam advenit. Constituit adrogare eam.

en: Noooo! Not now, not when I have escaped!
la: Non! Non iam, non cum effugi!

en: Argh! I die!
la: A! Morior!

en: The Wesnothians have discovered my escape! This is not good...
la: Occidiseptentrionales fugum meum invenerunt! Bonum non est...

en: Brother Against Brother
la: Frater Contra Fratrem

en: Defeat your brother Nati Ha'atel
la: Fratrem tuum Natium Haatelem vincere

en: Nati Ha'atel
la: Natius Haatelis

en: As the sun set, Gwiti discovered that his arch-rival and brother, Nati, had already ensconced himself nearby.
la: Sole occidente Guitius cognovit aemulum principem et fratrem, Natium, iam prope latuisse.

en: Ah, hated brother mine. Look well upon the setting sun, for you shall not live to see another in this land.
la: A, frater mi odio. Vide bene solem occidentem, quia non vives ad alterum videndum in hac terra.

en: This land? Do you truly not know where we are? Then you are a greater fool than I had thought.
la: Hacne terra? Vere nescis ubi simus? Stultus magnior est tum quam putavi.

en: Cease your blustering, fool, and prepare to die... again.
la: Noli declamitare, scurra, et te prepara mori... denuo.

en: I will fight you with all my strength to prevent that, and I was always the stronger of us. Flee now and save your miserable hide before I make it a carpet.
la: Omni potestate tecum pugnabo ad hoc vitandum, et semper eram fortior nostrum. Effuge nunc et pellem tuam miseram serva priusquam ex ea tapete faciam.

en: Don't be silly! I'm not hairy enough to be a carpet! But your scalp would make a good pillow.
la: Noli stultus esse! Non satis pilosus sum ut tapete sim! Sed capitis cutis tua sit pulvinus bonus.

en: What? I can't die! I already have! Noooo!
la: Quid? Non possum mori! Iam mortuus sum! Non!

en: Ha ha ha, did I not tell you it would be so? Perhaps I shall summon your shade to serve me one day. Until then...farewell!
la: Hahahae, nonne tibi dixi ita futurum esse? Fortasse umbram tuam arcessam mihi servitum olim. Donec tunc...vale!

en: It is over. I am doomed.
la: Actum est. Damnor.

en: I...have failed to win this battle. I am defeated. I will not believe it.
la: Non...potui proelium vincere. Superatus sum. Non credebo id.

en: Die, yes, die, and go to the Land of the Dead. Perhaps one day you will be back under my command!
la: Morire, sic, morire, et i ad Inferos. Fortasse olim regressus erit sub imperio meo!

en: Didn't I tell you so?!
la: Nonne tibi sic dixi?

en: And by my own hands you died!
la: Et a manibus meis mortuus es!

en: I am Gwiti the Mighty, prepare to die!
la: Guitius Fortis sum, prepara te ad moriendum!

en: Now you shall die!
la: Iam morieris!

en: You miserable wretch, know that it is only by my mercy that you look upon the sun again, for you shall die before it sets.
la: Miser homo, scito tantum ex misericordia mea solem rursum te videre, quia morieris priusquam occiderit.

en: May I remind you that even as we speak, my undead legions are marching towards you?
la: Possumne tibi admonere nobis loquentibus legiones meos immortuorum ad te appropinquare?

en: Confrontation
la: Confrontatio

en: Slay Leonard
la: Leonardum interficere

en: Leonard
la: Leonardus

en: With the finding of Crelanu's ancient tome, fresh strength had flowed to Gwiti's army, and they had made good time. However, Gwiti's march was halted by Leonard as he reentered Wesnothian territory. The general of several outlying areas, his troops were many but untrained.
la: Postquam librum antiquum Crelanus inventum est, vis nova in exercitum Guitii influxerat et tempum bonum fecerant. Iter Guitii tamen interruptum a Leonardo est cum in terram Occidiseptentrionis rursum intravit. Imperator variorum regionum exteriorum, milites multos habebat, sed inexpertos.

en: I see that your puny kingdom marshals its troops at last.
la: Video regnum tuum pusillum postremum milites eius instruere.

en: So you are the one responsible for our defeat at the Stone of Erzen. Die!
la: Tu es reus cladis ad Petrum Erzeni. Morire!

en: Somehow, I have the feeling it is you who will do the dying today. I wonder why?
la: Nescio quomodo sentio te hodie moriturum esse. Miror cur...

en: In truth, Leonard's army was unprepared and under-equipped, and he had neglected to send word. Luckily, behind him came one whose name was a bane to the undead: Lord Aretu. Gwiti knew that even if he defeated Leonard, his best hope was now to flee into the mountains.
la: In veritate exercitus Leonardi imparatus et male armatus erat, et nuntium inviare omiserat. Feliciter post eum venit cuius nomen pernicies immortuorum erat: Dominus Aretus. Guitius scivit spem maximam eius esse in fuga ad montes, etsi Leonardum vicerit.

en: I shall slay you myself!
la: Ipse te interficiam!

en: So this is death... the cold, black void
la: Hic est mors... inane frigidum et nigrum

en: No! This cannot be true! My king, I have failed...
la: Non! Non potest verum esse! Rex meus, deficio...

en: Lord Aretu
la: Dominus Aretus

en: Leonard is dead? Oh, what a sad day. Come, men, let us destroy those undead!
la: Leonardus mortuus est? Dies tam tristis est. Venite, viri, immortuos illos deleamus!

en: Only one way lies open now. I must flee where his horses cannot go: the sharp peaks and bottomless caves.
la: Via unica mihi aperta remanet. Opus est effugere ubi equi eius non adire possint: apices acutas et cavernas fundo carentes.

en: After the death of Leonard, Gwiti must now achieve a new objective
la: Post mortem Leonardi, opus est Guitium consequi propositum novum

en: Move Gwiti to the end of the mountain pass
la: Guitium ad finem faucium movere

en: Return to your master, dark fiend!
la: Ad dominum tuum redire, diabole tenebrose!

en: Haha, it was a mistake of you to flee there! The pass is blocked, and my troops will slay you now!
la: Hahae, error erat huc effugere! Fauces obstruuntur et milites mei te iam interficent!

en: Phew... Surely the puny humans will be too tired to follow me now!
la: Pfui... Certe homines pusilli tam fessi erunt ut me iam sequantur!

en: Oh, no, escaping dwarves only to be caught by undead.
la: O, non, nanos effugiens captus sum ab immortuis.

en: Who are you? If you are a foe of the Dwarves, I might consider you an ally.
la: Quis est? Si inimicus est Nanorum, fortasse te considero socium.

en: I am Tanar, lord of an orcish clan that dwelt here! My people were driven out by the dwarves. All families count several dead. Please, let us march with you, for only a chance to strike back at the evil Dwarves!
la: Tanar sum, dominus gentis Orcorum, quae hic habitabat. Populus meus a nanis expulsus est. Omnis familia nonnullos mortuos habet. Sis tecum ire sine, ut occasionem habeamus contra nanos malos offendendi!

en: Gladly. I do get so lonely talking to myself, and none of my minions are worth talking to.
la: Libenter, solitarius ero loquens tantum ad me ipsum, et ad nullum ex clientibus meis loqui oportet.

en: Thank you, my new Lord! Never had I thought I would see the day when my people were glad to march alongside skeletons and ghosts.
la: Tibi gratias ago, domine nove mi! Numquam putabam me diem videre in quo populus meus libenter iuxta ossa et larvas it.

en: Crelanu's Book
la: Liber Crelanus

en: Move Gwiti to take the Book
la: Guitium movere ut Librum capet.

en: Urind
la: Urindus

en: Nagou
la: Nagous

en: Time marched on, and so did Gwiti. He was nearing the place where the dreadful tome of Crelanu was hidden.
la: Tempus progressum est, etiam Guitius. Appropinquabat locum in quo liber Crelanus horribilem latebat.

en: I feel that it must be close. Could it be in that swamp?
la: Sentio eum prope esse. Fortasse en paludine illius?

en: But the ancient magi had done their job well. The book had been hidden in a grove over which Elves and Orcs had waged war for many years, and any to approach would suffer their combined wrath...
la: Sed magi antiqui opus suum bene fecerunt. Liber obscuratus erat in silvam super quam Dryadales et Orci bellum gesserunt multos annos, et qui eam appropinquare vult, debet iram amborum pati...

en: Oh no. The orcs seem to have recruited the undead to their side.
la: Eheu. Orci inmortuos in partem suam conscribisse videntur.

en: Blast it! However did the elves get a necromancer to march with them?
la: Hercle! Quomodo dryadales evocatorem mortuorum cum eis progredi suaserunt?

en: I side not with either of you!
la: Non sum de utravis parte!

en: A truce, then? I fear he will be the death of us both.
la: Indutiasne, tunc? Temo ne sit mortis utroque nostri.

en: Very well. We have hated you Orcs for centuries, but the Undead are a danger to all that live.
la: Satis bene. Orcos vos oderimus saeculos, sed Inmortui periculum sunt omnibus viventibus.

en: The book is not here, but these swamps contain enough corpses to suit my purposes.
la: Liber non est hic, sed paludines cadaverum satis continent ut proposita mea implent.

en: What? I can't die! Noooo!
la: Quid? Mori non possum! Noooooon!

en: I die a terrible death... not knowing why.
la: Morior mortem terribilem... et nescio cur.

en: A curse upon that necromancer! Why did he have to come here?!
la: Maledictum illi evocatori mortuorum! Cur necesse est eum advenire?

en: At last! This is it! Now I must laugh crazedly as a true villain always must!
la: Demum! Hic est! Nunc necesse est me ridere insane ut sceleratur verus semper debeat!

en: My lord, your suspicions were correct. There is indeed a necromancer in this part of the country!
la: Domine mi, suspiciones tuae vera erant. Quidem evocator mortuorum in hac regione est!

en: Inside the Tower
la: Intra Turrem

en: Find Crelanu's Book
la: Librum Crelanus Invenire

en: If my memory serves, this tower should have three floors. I should be able to find the Book in a few hours...!
la: Si bene memini, habet turris hic tria tabulata. Librum inter paucas horas invenire debeo...!

en: Xakan
la: Xakanus

en: Karae
la: Cara

en: Pezit
la: Pezitis

en: Lagon
la: Lago

en: Hayaargghh! We have arrived! Command us, Master!
la: Heus! Advenimus! Nos impera, Domine!

en: There's a secret door here! This must be the library.
la: Ianua secreta hic est! Est sane bibliotheca.

en: Well, well, well. Thirty-five pieces of gold were in this chest!
la: Ehem. Ecce XXXV nummos aureos in arca hac!

en: Blast it, the chest is empty!
la: Eu, vacua est arca!

en: Twenty pieces of gold is a welcome gift.
la: XX nummi donum est gratum.

en: I suppose thirty copper coins should not be scorned...
la: Opinor XXX nummos aereos non contemnendos esse...

en: The chest is empty save for a few trinkets. The magic has gone out of them.
la: Arca vacuua est praeter pauca crepundia quae magicam iam perdiderunt.

en: Gack! This chest contains holy water!
la: Eheu! Arca continet aquam sanctam!

en: Look at what the magi were guarding!
la: Vide quid magi custodirent!

en: Those magi had hidden away more than it seemed!
la: Magi illi plus occultabant quam visum est!

en: Two dozen gold. Plundering this tower is fun!
la: XXIV nummi. Iocus est expilare hanc turrem!

en: A pile of assorted coins is here!
la: En arcervus nummorum diversorum!

en: Haha, this chest holds scores of gold coins!
la: Hahae, arca haec complures nummos aureos continet!

en: Ice Potion
la: Potio Glacialis

en: This potion contains a strange fluid designed to imbue a weapon with the power of cold.
la: Haec potio continet liquorem qui telum imbuit potestate frigida.

en: This is not the tome Crelanu wrote...hmmm... but it contains its whereabouts!
la: Hic non est liber Crelanus...hmmm... sed situs eius hic scriptus est!

en: We're done in here! Let's go slay some more enemies.
la: Opus hic terminamus! Eamus occissum hostes plures.

en: Susanne
la: Susanna

en: Congratulations! All your revenants survived.
la: Gratulationes! Omnes revenientes tui superfuerunt.

en: Mages and Elves
la: Magi et Dryadales

en: Move Gwiti to the Tower of Sorcery
la: Guitium ad Turrem Carminorum movere

en: Kill both enemy leaders
la: Ambos duces hostium occidere

en: Quirind
la: Quirindus

en: After sending the Dark Spirit away for his failure, Gwiti realized that he was in a distant part of Wesnoth, and turned towards the Tower of Kaleon, where the greatest magi once studied.
la: Postquam spiritum tenebrosum dimisit ob cladem, Guitius animadvertit se in parte longinqua Occidiseptentrionis esse, et se vertit ad Turrem Caleonis, in qua magi maximi olim studiabant.

en: At last, I have reached the road. Unless I am far off my course, I should find the Tower of Kaleon here, filled with the secrets of ancient magi. Soon they shall all be mine, and my power will be great enough to invade Wesnoth.
la: Demum attingo finem viae. Nisi longe sum ab itinere meo, hic inveniam Turrem Caleonis, quae impletur secretis magorum antiquorum. Mox erunt mea, et potestas mea sufficiet ut Occidiseptentrionem invadam.

en: A necromancer approaches! Can this be the same one that we banished?
la: Evocator mortuorum appropinquat! Potestne esse idem quem expulimus?

en: Accursed and dreadful one, know that we magi, guardians of the Tower of Kaleon, shall bar your way with all our spells! Flee now and you may survive.
la: Maledicte et funeste, scito nos magos, custodes Torris Caleonis, viam suam omnibus carminibus nostris obstare! Effuge nunc et fortasse supersis.

en: Quirind, know that you have the Elves at your back.
la: Quirinde, scito vos dryadales ad tergum habere.

en: Foul sorcerer of death, go far from this place or we shall send you to your own realm.
la: Venifice foede mortis, i longe ab hoc loco nisi te ad regnum proprium mittamus.

en: Not born is the one that could challenge me!
la: Non natus est qui me lacessere potest!

en: No! No! Noooo! It is over, I feel the shades reaching for me...
la: Non! Non! Noooon! Finitum est, sentio umbras me attingere...

en: Argh! I have fallen, and the Tower lies stripped of its defenses!
la: Vae! Cedi et Turris sine defensu patet!

en: Quirind, we have failed! You must guard the tower.
la: Quirinde, defecimus! Tu turrem custodire debes.

en: Ah ha ha ha! The tower's protective spells are now in force, you cannot enter without mastering a magic equal to it.
la: Hahahahae! Carmina defensiva turris iam in vi sunt. Non potes ingredi nisi magicae paris dominaris.

en: Haha! I have gained entry to the tower!
la: Hahahae! Aditum torris adipiscor!

en: A curse upon that foul necromancer!
la: Maledictum illi evocatori foedo mortuorum!

en: The Skull of Agarash
la: Calva Agrasae

en: Still fleeing from Wesnoth, Gwiti entered the lands of the Orcs.
la: Effungiens adhuc ex Occidiseptentrione Guitius in terras Orcorum ingressus est.

en: Take the Skull of Agarash
la: Calvam Agarasae capere

en: Karz Gholum
la: Carsus Golum

en: Isidal B'Tai
la: Isidalis Betal

en: Nakur Kimoni
la: Nacur Kimonus

en: After Gwiti destroyed his brother, he planned to march on Wesnoth to gain his revenge. But a Dark Spirit came to counsel him...
la: Postquam Guitius fratrem suum detruxerat, consilium fecit ingressum in Occidiseptentrionem ut se ulcisceretur. Sed Spiritus Tenebrosus venit eum monitum...

en: Leganoth
la: Leganot

en: Gwitiii... Gwiti!
la: Guiti... Guiti!

en: A Dark Spirit? Surely this is a token of my mastery of the undead!
la: Spiritusne tenebrosus? Certe est signum dominationis meae super inmortuos!

en: Gwiti, do not yet march in pursuit of your revenge. First, you shall go south, against the orcs, and there find the Skull of Agarash.
la: Guiti, nondum iter fac quaerens ultionem. Primum, i in meridiem contra orcos, ubi invenies Calvam Agarasae.

en: Speak on.
la: Perge.

en: Do you see the three orc clans of this land? Their banners are topped with skulls, as is their custom. But one of these is the Skull of Agarash - Take it and your power will grow greater by far.
la: Videsne gentes orcorum in hac terra? Vexilla eorum coronata sunt calvis utmos eorum est. Sed una harum est Calva Agarasae - Cape eam et potentia tua valde crescet.

en: Oh, no! The undead hordes have taken my banner!
la: Eheu! Multitudines inmortuorum vexillum meum ceperunt!

en: It is not your banner, and it never was! That skull has marked it as mine since long ago.
la: Vexillum tuum non est et numquam erat! Calva illa eum signavit meum iamdudum.

en: Argh! This is only half of the skull, and near enough to powerless! Begone, Spirit!
la: Hercle! Haec est tantum dimidia pars calvae et quasi impotens! Abi, Spiritus!

en: Let us trample his banner into the ground! *smash*
la: Obteramus vexillum tuum humi! *ras*

en: That skull is powerless!
la: Haec calva impotens est!

en: That is not the skull of Agarash!
la: Non est Calva Agarasae!

en: It's been a long time since I fought anything myself!
la: Iamdudum abhinc ipse aliquid pugnavi!

en: Underground Pool
la: Stagnum Subterraneum

en: We have come to a flooded part of the cave. If we forge ahead, the Dwarves should be delayed quite a bit.
la: In partem inundatam cavernae invenimus. Si pergimus Nani satis detinebuntur.

en: ARGH! What was that?
la: EHEU! Quid erat?

en: I do not know. I guess, however, that some magic is at work in these caverns. Can you tell me anything of them?
la: Nescio. Puto aliquem magicam in his cavernis operare. Potesne mihi aliquid de eis dicere?

en: Nay, Lord. These passages were flooded higher last time I was here. The Dwarves did not delve here, and we shunned the nameless dread we felt.
la: Non, Domine. Cum novissime hic veni inundatae altius cavernae erant. Nani hic non foderunt, et nos terrorem sine nomine vitavimus quem sensimus.

en: If there is anything to dread here, it is me. Now, onward!
la: Si adest quod metuendum est, ego sum. Age, perge!

en: End of Part 1
la: Finis Partis Prioris

en: Gwiti's adventures will continue in another installment of The Dark Hordes.
la: Facinora Guitii pergent in stipendio altero Multitudinum Tenebrarum.

en: Move Gwiti or Tanar into the water
la: Tanarem vel Guitium in aquam movere

en: Death of Tanar
la: Mors Tanaris

en: The Dwarves are still in these caves!
la: Nani adhuc in cavernis sunt!

en: Aye! They drove us out, and left a guard here to occupy us.
la: Sic! Nos pepulerunt et custodem reliquerunt ut nos destinant.

en: Then we shall slay them. I have never had Dwarves rise to join my ranks. He, he, he, he...
la: Tunc eos occidemus. Numquam Nanos excitatos in aciebus meis habebat. Hahahae...

en: The Hoard of the Dwarves! Three hundred gold at least!
la: Thesaurus Nanorum! Saltem CCC nummi aurei!

en: You swore you would protect me!
la: Iuravisti me protegere!

en: At a great battle at the Stone of Erzen, the brothers Gwiti and Nati Ha'atel showed their skills for the first time: Thinking that their side was losing the battle, they called upon the corpses of former enemies to rise again and fight on their side.
la: In proelio magno ad Saxum Erzenis, fratres Guitius Natiusque Haatelis scientiam suam primum monstraverunt. Putantes partem suam proelium perdere cadavera inimicorum evocaverunt ut sugerent et pugnarent in parte eorum.

en: However, not only was this forbidden, but rash as well. The cavalry meant to come as reinforcements instead clashed with the undead legions, and so the battle was lost where it would have been won had it not been for these two necromancers.
la: Sed hoc non solum illicitum sed etiam temerarium erat. Equites non ut copiae novae advenerunt sed contra legiones inmortuorum conflixerunt. Sic persum est proelium quod victum esset nisi hi duo evocatores mortuorum partes agerent.

en: The Ha'atel brothers fled. Immediately upon their return, they were clapped in irons, marched onto a ship with no rudder, and sent off to drown in the sea, for the Wesnothians feared that their corpses might only rise again.
la: Fratres Haatelis effugerunt. Sed cum regressi sunt, conligati sunt catenis in navem sine gubernaculo coacti, et missi ut mergerentur in mare, quia homines Occidiseptentrionis metuerunt ne cadavera eorum surgant.

en: But Fate intervened. The ship was beset by a sudden storm and disintegrated, separating the brothers and washing them both ashore. This was the beginning of the Rise of the Dark Hordes.
la: Sed Parcae intervenerunt. Navis a tempestate subita obsessa est et perfracta. Fratres dirempti sunt et separatim in oram depositi. Sic incepit Ortus Multitudinum Tenebrarum.
