Edited once more...weigo can you translate these for BETA 5? Promilus you will also need these for the Polish translation:
@310315 = ~Ein Treffen mit Drizzt Do'Urden.
Drizzt was quite the pleasant fellow, though I should probably think otherwise if I were ever on the wrong side of his blades.~
@310316 = ~Ein Treffen mit Drizzt Do'Urden.
That Drizzt seemed friendly enough, but I really didn't need the lecture. He sure talks a lot for someone who could kill anyone he wanted. Why does he bother?~
@310317 = ~Ein Treffen mit Drizzt Do'Urden.
That Drizzt didn't seem so tough. I threatened him a little and he backed down...though he seemed quite calm about it. Probably scared...yeah, that's it...scared.~
@310318 = ~Assassins!
Someone wishes me dead! Gorion is right to think we are no longer safe here, though I have no idea why someone would want to cause us harm. The attempt on my life may have been laughable, but I fear there will be more threats to come.~
@310319 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
I met a strange man on the road to the Friendly Arm Inn. He seemed interested in me, though I don't know why. He was a little...odd.~
@310320 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
I met that strange man again, though he now identifies himself as Elminster! All who walk the Realms know of this man, though what he should find of interest in me I do not know. He said that the bandits I seek make a habit of travelling in the northeast. Again I must wonder why my concerns are worth his attention.~
@310321 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
Once again I have run into Elminster, and once again he expressed an interest in my well being that I find puzzling. He seemed to suggest that my most vengeful enemies would be as close as my own heart, though what he meant I do not know. How could anyone know; who knows the mind of Elminster?~
@310322 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
Once again I have run into Elminster, and once again he expressed an interest in my well being that I find puzzling. He said something about powerful enemies I am making within myself, but I do not think I understand. He speaks in riddles. He DID confirm what I already knew: that the masters behind the bandits likely have a base in the Cloakwood forest.~
@310323 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
Again Elminster has made an appearance, and again he has presented a riddle I have not the time to puzzle over. Something about my nature and how I must be cautious. Bah, only my enemies need worry about my actions.~
@310432 = ~An odd-looking wizard is following me around.
Again Elminster has made an appearance, though he was a little more forthcoming with information this time. He apparently knew Gorion well, and thought him a good man to care for me. He also spoke of bad blood, and a taint that will consume me if care is not taken. What this means, I am not sure. I will heed his warning, though I have little time to dwell on it. He did give me some names though, of people he feels are trustworthy: Scar of the Flaming Fist and Duke Eltan. I suppose I can believe them if Elminster himself does so recommend.~
@310433 = ~Assassins!
My foster father Gorion is dead, killed while defending me from a mysterious armored man and his cohorts. Someday I will have my vengeance upon this man, but for now it would be best to travel to the Friendly Arm Inn. Gorion's last instructions were to go to the Friendly Arm Inn. There, I'm supposed to meet two people named Khalid and Jaheira.~
@310434 = ~Find Jaheira and Khalid in times of need.
Gorion said that if we were ever separated I could make my way to the Friendly Arm Inn. There I should find friends of his named Khalid and Jaheira.~
@310435 = ~Good ol' Imoen!
My old friend Imoen pestered me today. She has a strange way of showing her affection for me, and sometimes she can be quite annoying. Still, she's a nice girl, and I'm glad to know her.~
@310436 = ~Pity for Marl.
A man named Marl tried to pick a fight with me at the Feldepost Inn, but I was able to calm him down. Marl lost a son named Kennair Nethalin.~
@310437 = ~Yet another assassin.
A man named Molkar tried to kill me this day. He didn't tell me who his masters were, but he did know my name.~
@310438 = ~Bargain at Nashkel carnival.
A merchant sold me a potion of strength at the Nashkel fair for only 50 gold! Such a bargain!~
@310439 = ~Bargain at Nashkel carnival.
A merchant sold me a potion of intelligence at the Nashkel fair for only 50 gold! Cheap at twice the price!~
@310440 = ~Assassins abound.
Someone was hired to kill me and my companions, but I simply don't know why anyone would wish me dead!~
@310441 = ~Oublek's mistake.
A man in Nashkel named Oublek mistook me for a bounty hunter named Greywolf. I cost myself a little gold, but prevented him from making an expensive mistake. Only good things can come of it.~
@310442 = ~Oubleks' mistake backfires.
I have received no payment for my actions as a bounty hunter. The quick 200 I made from Oublek's mistake has now cost me a tidy sum.~
@310443 = ~More assassin attacks.
I was at the Friendly Arm Inn and someone tried to kill me! He was apparently a bounty hunter! Why do these attacks continue?~
@310444 = ~Rumor from Volo.
Many a story have I collected from across this great realm, though sometimes I am at a loss whether to believe them or not, due to their extraordinary circumstance. Such a tale is this, wherein lies the story of a band of hearty adventurers moving amidst the shadows of the land, effecting change where it is needed. I was enjoying the simple fare of the celebrations in Nashkel, when the strangest news hit the town. It would seem the mines, long plagued by unexplained deaths, had been inundated by a horde of ill mannered kobolds, under the direction of a rather unscrupulous and hygienically suspect cleric of Cyric. Dispatching the villain with appropriate brevity, the heroes freed the mine, and are the sole reason for the trickle of iron finally winding its way to the Gate now. None seem to recall their names, but the consensus agrees they were great of stature, and cut an impressive figure across the plains.~
@310445 = ~Rumor from Volo.
Stranger tales I have told, but none are as fresh in my mind as this one, which is also fresh from the happening as well! It would seem that the orchestrators of the ever vexing iron shortage supplied themselves and their allies with ore mined from a secret location, and while the coast was in turmoil they built quite the powerbase at the aforementioned mine. A group of heroes, for they can only be called such, lay siege to the encampment and ultimately flooded out the evil conspirators in a rushing torrent of water and justice, though not before securing the release of some several dozen enslaved workers. A serious blow, I am sure, to whatever fiendish plot is brewing in our fair land.~
@310446 = ~Rumor from Volo.
Stranger tales I have told, but none are as fresh in my mind as this one, which is also fresh from the happening as well! It would seem that the orchestrators of the ever vexing iron shortage supplied themselves and their allies with ore mined from a secret location, and while the coast was in turmoil they built quite the powerbase at the aforementioned mine. A mysterious group of battle-veteran strangers, for I hesitate to call them heroes, lay siege to the encampment and ultimately flooded out the evil conspirators in a rushing torrent of water and justice, though every slave to the man was lost in the drenching. 'Twould seem they didn't wish to encumber themselves, though I imagine the weight of those dead souls must be nigh unto horrific. The question to pose then, is whether the devil you know is better than the devil you don't. We shall wait and see what comes of this.~
@310447 = ~Rumor from Volo.
Some tales defy all logic or explanation when posed to the sane mind, and it is a story just so that I give to you now. Much of it is already known, due to the celebrity of those involved, though many may find it truly shocking how deep the seeds of destruction were sown. Beloved Sarevok, a man among men, set to all but rule the coast, was actually a core architect of the very iron shortage that so unraveled the economy of the land, and had a hand in the poisoning of Duke Eltan that directly led to his rise to power. We were but seconds away from the first step down that path when from the shadows again stepped the unknown group of my previous tales. None can say definitively what happened next, though it is certain that Sarevok was pursued to the very bottom of the undercity, and from there he did not return. I'll wager many would just as soon have seen him chased to the 9th plane itself, as he hurt many of the folk of the land, both direct and indirect.~
@310448 = ~Volo has left me his tab!
That Volo appears to be more rogue than mage. He made a hasty exit, leaving me saddled with his tab.~
Edit: and these...
@311189 = ~Find Petrine's cat.
It's done. I killed that nasty cat. I suppose Bheren will think twice next time before asking me to do something, because next time I will demand a REAL payment for such a deed.~
@311199 = ~Yago's curse.
I have no time for retrieving all those dusty books anymore... That's enough! Brielbara should take care of her daughter herself... Ouch... She's upset...and dead. Whatever... I'm not an errand runner anymore.~
@311092 = ~The priestess of Umberlee.
A little Umberlee priestess is dead now. I wonder if I could hope now to get some divine help from Talos in the near future... as well as fresh fish each dinner....~
@311238 = ~Runaway Euric.
I delivered a good luck talisman to Euric. He was not so grateful - every child wants his own freedom. Perhaps I should tell Nadine that everything is fine with her son...~
And...
@206 = ~Rotten Ankheg Shell~
@207 = ~This Ankheg shell has sat in your backpack for too long, as Taerom warned you. Now, it is good for little more than a paperwieght.~
Edited by Ascension64, 08 October 2005 - 04:55 PM.