The Transcription of the Stick

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Wombat, would you still like summaries of the prequel books?

Summaries? Do you mean transcriptions? I'm waiting to purchase them before allowing transcriptions if that's what you mean, as I have no way to check them.

I'm also still kinda worried that transcribing text that isn't on the website would be a copyright issue, so I'm not certain on it.

[Greyshadow63]

Hey folks, so we've gotten a little behind with the transcription! Anyone interested in helping out?

I could do 1138-1140. I'd do more, but I'm super new here and have no idea how much work this actually entails.
Edit: so, apparently I'm not allowed to post links because I don't have a high enough post count. How did you guys fix this?

[Caerulea]

I could do 1138-1140. I'd do more, but I'm super new here and have no idea how much work this actually entails.
Edit: so, apparently I'm not allowed to post links because I don't have a high enough post count. How did you guys fix this?

Martianmister already did through 1144, and is doing up to 1150. I had planned on doing the next 50, but you can help. Just check whether somebody has already done the strip, if not, feel free to take it. First one to post gets it, but it isn't a competition.

Regarding links:
The forum requires that you have ten posts (I think it is ten) before you are allowed to post links. So just join discussions or games. (I like playing OOTS Trivia)

[TheWombatOfDoom]

I could do 1138-1140. I'd do more, but I'm super new here and have no idea how much work this actually entails.
Edit: so, apparently I'm not allowed to post links because I don't have a high enough post count. How did you guys fix this?

Yeah, those are claimed and already done. At this point all I need to do is comb them for errors and post them. Which will be soon (tm). But its great to see such interest! Looking forward to your contributions in the future!

[RatElemental]

Error in the 1013 transcription.

Vampire Gontor: I am a vampire, you are a cat! Do you not appreiate the implicit hierarchy present here?

Should be:

Vampire Gontor: I am a vampire, you are a cat! Do you not appreciate the implicit hierarchy present here?

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Error in the 1013 transcription.

Vampire Gontor: I am a vampire, you are a cat! Do you not appreiate the implicit hierarchy present here?

Should be:

Vampire Gontor: I am a vampire, you are a cat! Do you not appreciate the implicit hierarchy present here?

Corrected! Also noticed 1014 was also listed 1013, so I fixed that too.

[martianmister]

Looks like I forgot to add Thor's name to Strip 1144. Oops. Here's the last strip:

Spoiler: Strip 1145

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The Highfather
Durkon, Minrah, Odin, Thor

Thor: Oh, hey, my dad's here.
Durkon: Lord Odin?!?
Thor: Yeah. Don't worry, he's fine. I'll introduce you. Hi, Dad.
Odin: Oh! Hello, Thor! I was just trying to remember why I was here.
Thor: Well, if I had to guess, I'd say you wanted to come check in on how your dwarf prophecy was going.
Odin: My what, now?
Thor: Dad, this is Durkon Thundershield. He's the cleric of mine that you got exiled from his homeland like 20 years ago.
Durkon: Huh? "Got exiled"?
Minrah: Oh! Oh! I actually know about this! Your friends were talking about it with Brewmaster Firuk!
Durkon: Talkin' aboot wha?
(D): Talking about what?
Minrah: Odin's priest came to old High Priest Hurak with a prophecy. He said that when you returned home, you'd bring death and destruction. So Hurak threw you out and told you to never come back.
Durkon: So...tha's tha reason why I was exiled?
(D): So...that's the reason why I was exiled?
Minrah: Turns out.
Durkon: All b'cause o' some prophecy tha Hurak dinnae ev'n tell me aboot? Thar was......a reason. Thar was a reason!! Ha ha! It weren't just some random act o' cruelty! 'E 'ad a reason, an' na ev'n tha bad o' one!
(D): All because of some prophecy that Hurak didn't even tell me about? There was......a reason. There was a reason!! Ha ha! It wasn't just some random act of cruelty! He had a reason, and not even that bad of one!
Minrah: But...it didn't work. It seems like it might've kinda actually caused the thing he was trying to prevent.
Durkon: Aye! It was a total disaster! But na a random disaster! Fer twenty years, I been worried Hurak had picked me by chance--an' now at least I know thar were some logic ta 'is callous incompetence! Ha ha ha! Woooo! Ha ha!
(D): Yes! It was a total disaster! But not a random disaster! For twenty years, I've been worried that Hurak had picked me by chance--and now at least I know that there was some logic to his callous incompetence! Ha ha ha! Woooo! Ha ha!
Thor: Wait, Dad, isn't that why you did the prophecy? By getting him exiled, you guaranteed he would arrive here knowing what we needed him to know.
Odin: Did I? That doesn't sound like something I'd do. Sounds kinda mean, honestly.
Thor: Yeah, but...it was something you did.
Odin: Oh. If you say so, Son. I trust you. Spindles wind the string forward, but not back.
Thor: So wait...was that a thing you really foresaw, or not?
Odin: Who's to say? Loops and twirls. It seems to have all worked out. It's a mango.
Minrah: Uh, Lord Thor, is he...OK?
Thor: Sort of. Dad's had a rough time of it lately.
Odin: You know, hoops have no end, until suddenly they do.
Thor: The last world we did, the Northerners ended up as barbarians who decided magic was dumb nonsense for fools and simpletons. It kind of did a number on his head, since he's the god of magic and all.
Minrah: Oh, that sounds awful!
Thor: He's getting better as he absorbs more Belief from your world. He'll be fine in a few more centuries. Until then, he has good days and bad days.
Odin: Sure, you can boot off a floppy, but don't pull it out in the middle!
Durkon: Fer tha first time in me life, ev'rythin' makes sense!
(D): For the first time in my life, everything makes sense!
Thor: We, uh, probably shouldn't mention this to Durkon. I need his spirit uncrushed.
Odin: Mortal height is fun. My hands are hand-sized!

[knag]

missed an exclamation point after "mango".

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Looks like I forgot to add Thor's name to Strip 1144. Oops. Here's the last strip:

Spoiler: Strip 1145

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The Highfather
Durkon, Minrah, Odin, Thor

Thor: Oh, hey, my dad's here.
Durkon: Lord Odin?!?
Thor: Yeah. Don't worry, he's fine. I'll introduce you. Hi, Dad.
Odin: Oh! Hello, Thor! I was just trying to remember why I was here.
Thor: Well, if I had to guess, I'd say you wanted to come check in on how your dwarf prophecy was going.
Odin: My what, now?
Thor: Dad, this is Durkon Thundershield. He's the cleric of mine that you got exiled from his homeland like 20 years ago.
Durkon: Huh? "Got exiled"?
Minrah: Oh! Oh! I actually know about this! Your friends were talking about it with Brewmaster Firuk!
Durkon: Talkin' aboot wha?
(D): Talking about what?
Minrah: Odin's priest came to old High Priest Hurak with a prophecy. He said that when you returned home, you'd bring death and destruction. So Hurak threw you out and told you to never come back.
Durkon: So...tha's tha reason why I was exiled?
(D): So...that's the reason why I was exiled?
Minrah: Turns out.
Durkon: All b'cause o' some prophecy tha Hurak dinnae ev'n tell me aboot? Thar was......a reason. Thar was a reason!! Ha ha! It weren't just some random act o' cruelty! 'E 'ad a reason, an' na ev'n tha bad o' one!
(D): All because of some prophecy that Hurak didn't even tell me about? There was......a reason. There was a reason!! Ha ha! It wasn't just some random act of cruelty! He had a reason, and not even that bad of one!
Minrah: But...it didn't work. It seems like it might've kinda actually caused the thing he was trying to prevent.
Durkon: Aye! It was a total disaster! But na a random disaster! Fer twenty years, I been worried Hurak had picked me by chance--an' now at least I know thar were some logic ta 'is callous incompetence! Ha ha ha! Woooo! Ha ha!
(D): Yes! It was a total disaster! But not a random disaster! For twenty years, I've been worried that Hurak had picked me by chance--and now at least I know that there was some logic to his callous incompetence! Ha ha ha! Woooo! Ha ha!
Thor: Wait, Dad, isn't that why you did the prophecy? By getting him exiled, you guaranteed he would arrive here knowing what we needed him to know.
Odin: Did I? That doesn't sound like something I'd do. Sounds kinda mean, honestly.
Thor: Yeah, but...it was something you did.
Odin: Oh. If you say so, Son. I trust you. Spindles wind the string forward, but not back.
Thor: So wait...was that a thing you really foresaw, or not?
Odin: Who's to say? Loops and twirls. It seems to have all worked out. It's a mango.
Minrah: Uh, Lord Thor, is he...OK?
Thor: Sort of. Dad's had a rough time of it lately.
Odin: You know, hoops have no end, until suddenly they do.
Thor: The last world we did, the Northerners ended up as barbarians who decided magic was dumb nonsense for fools and simpletons. It kind of did a number on his head, since he's the god of magic and all.
Minrah: Oh, that sounds awful!
Thor: He's getting better as he absorbs more Belief from your world. He'll be fine in a few more centuries. Until then, he has good days and bad days.
Odin: Sure, you can boot off a floppy, but don't pull it out in the middle!
Durkon: Fer tha first time in me life, ev'rythin' makes sense!
(D): For the first time in my life, everything makes sense!
Thor: We, uh, probably shouldn't mention this to Durkon. I need his spirit uncrushed.
Odin: Mortal height is fun. My hands are hand-sized!

You can go ahead and edit your previous post with the correction, and add this one to it! I'll try and get to these this week so we don't have anything outlying!

[Caerulea]

The links to the comic in 951,955, and 956, are not working.

[TheWombatOfDoom]

The links to the comic in 951,955, and 956, are not working.

Repaired! Thank you! Also, I apologize at my not getting to combing through the new entries. It's that time of year.

[Caerulea]

martianmister, do you have the transcripts complete? If so, I think you should post them.

[martianmister]

martianmister, do you have the transcripts complete? If so, I think you should post them.

Strip 1150 isn't even posted yet.

[Grey_Wolf_c]

Strip 1150 isn't even posted yet.

A poor excuse! Caerulea expects you to brake into Rich’s house and steal his notes, clearly.

Grey Wolf

[Caerulea]

A poor excuse! Caerulea expects you to break into Rich’s house and steal his notes, clearly.

Grey Wolf

That is an option. I just meant that maybe posting them as they come would work better? I don't know what Wombat prefers.

[TheWombatOfDoom]

That is an option. I just meant that maybe posting them as they come would work better? I don't know what Wombat prefers.

I don't mind getting them in groups. As it is I'm already behind. I've been in the process of changing jobs and its been a lengthy and complex process, so it's been eating my time. I'm sorry about that, but I assure you things will be moving shortly on my end.

[martianmister]

Here is the latest bunch.

Spoiler: Strip 1146

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Assistance Needed
Durkon, Minrah, Odin, Thor

Durkon: An' yer sure tha me exile's officially revoked?
(D): And you're sure that my exile is officially revoked?
Minrah: I mean, that's what your friends said. They met Rubyrock at the Godsmoot and she cleared it.
Durkon: Then I get ta go home. After all this be done, at least.
(D): Then I get to go home. After all this be done, at least.
Minrah: Yeah. And assuming you defeat the other vampires and the world doesn't go kablooey.
Durkon: Och, aye. Thar's tha. Lord Thor, I dinnae suppose ye could just pop down thar an' smash 'em wit yer holy hammer?
(D): Oh, yes. There is that. Lord Thor, I don't suppose you could just pop down there and smash them with your holy hammer?
Thor: No, sorry.
Durkon: What aboot zappin' 'em wit divine thunder?
(D): What about zapping them with divine thunder?
Thor: No.
Durkon: OK, but wha if'n--
(D): OK, but what if--
Thor: Nope.
Durkon: Even if--?
Thor: Nuh uh.
Durkon: Wha if'n ye--
(D): What if you--
Thor: Look, whatever solution you think up that involves me fixing it for you--I guarantee you there's a bunch of dumb god laws tying my hands, OK?
Odin: We wrote them that way on purpose! There are fewer Good gods than Not-Good gods, you know. If everyone could play in the sandbox all the time, there wouldn't be a lot of castles left unkicked!
Durkon: Is thar na anythin' ye can do ta help us?
(D): Is there nothing you can do to help us?
Thor: Gosh, I could give you amazing magical spells on demand every single morning. Do you think that might help?
Durkon: Och, I'm sorry, me lord. Yer right. I just worry tha I willnae ev'n get tha chance ta talk ta Redcloak if'n we cannae defeat Hel's minions.
(D): Oh, I'm sorry, my lord. You're right. I just worry that I won't even get the chance to talk to Redcloak if we can't defeat Hel's minions.
Thor: Look, Durkon, I'll... I'll see what I can do. But ultimately, once you're back down there, it's going to be your fight, not mine. And you'll do great. As far as concrete physical aid...well, there is one thing, now that I think of it. A little secret your people forgot a few generations back...
Minrah: Ummm...why are you whispering? There's no one here to overhear you.
Thor: So it'll be dramatic later, duh. Didn't get to spent much time with the kid with the puppet, did you?
Durkon: Right?? Tha's wha I said!
(D): Right?? That's what I said!

Spoiler: Strip 1147

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Headed Back
Deva, Durkon, Minrah, Odin, Slaad, Thor

Deva: Durkon Thundershield? I have an incoming resurrection for Durkon Thundershield here?
Thor: Ah, perfect timing!
Odin: Time to go put your meat suit back on!
Durkon: Lord Thor, I dinnae know wha ta say. I haf so many more things I wanna ask ye...
(D): Lord Thor, I don't know what to say. I have so many more things I want to ask you...
Thor: Yeah, I get that. But you know what you need to know, and that'll be enough. None of this works if you miss your ticket out of here.
Thor: <whispering> Oh, and, uh, Durkon? One thing: Don't mention the stuff you learned to the deva. We have to wipe all the outsiders' memories every time we remake the world because they go a bit nuts if we don't.
Minrah: OK, so, I guess I'm heading down to Valhalla.
Durkon: Aye, guess so.
(D): Right, I guess so.
Minrah: I thought there'd be more time before...well.
Durkon: Well, take care o' yerself in paradise, Minrah Shaleshoe. Thanks agin fer helpin' me friends. If'n ye ev'r find yerself drinkin' wit a dwarf named Tenrin, tell 'im 'is wife an' kid love 'im.
(D): Well, take care of yourself in paradise, Minrah Shaleshoe. Thanks again for helping my friends. If you ever found yourself drinking with a dwarf named Tenrin, tell him that his wife and kid loves him.
Minrah: Will do. When you get back to the temple, tell Tinna that my cousin has been in love with her for, like, three years. I promised I'd take that to my grave, which I guess I did. Life's too short, though. They should just hook up or not already.
Deva: Ah, Mr. Thundershield?
Durkon: Aye, tha's me.
(D): Right, that's me.
Deva: Excellent. Before we go, though, I would be remiss if I didn't voice my concerns over the religious affiliation of the cleric casting the spell.
Durkon: Och, lemme guess: A priestess of Loki, aye?
(D): Oh, let me guess: A priestess of Loki, right?
Deva: Yes! We're worried she may have some nefarious intentions for you.
Durkon: Aye, almost certainly, but I'm pretty sure tha's tha mother o' me child, so...I still gotta go.
(D): Right, almost certainly, but I'm pretty sure that's the mother of my child, so...I still gotta go.
Deva: Oh! I totally understand. I had a similar situation once after spending a drunk weekend down in Limbo.
<flashback>
Deva: Do I...push?
Slaad: No, the tadpole must learn to chew its own way out.
<end flashback>
Deva: Of course, now that little tadpole has spawn of his own.
Durkon: Och, they grow up so fast.
(D): Oh, they grow up so fast.
Deva: No kidding. He implanted the nurse fourteen minutes after he was born.

Spoiler: Strip 1148

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The Rainbow Rejection
Deva, Durkon, Minrah, Thor

Deva: Does it call or write? I had to get my torso regenerated for it!
Durkon: Did it ferget yer birthday, too?
(D): Did it forget your birthday, too?
Deva: Technically, I don't have a birthday, but this only happened three months ago. Anyway, sorry there's no limo. Budget cuts. We'll go down the old-fashioned way.
Durkon: Fine by me.
Thor: When you get the Dark One's cleric to agree, just cast Commune and I'll tell you what to do.
Durkon: Och, ye nev'r answer those!
(D): Oh, you never answer those!
Thor: Yeah, but I'll set a special ring tone for this.
<cutaway>
Minrah: No. I'm not done yet. I refuse to be done yet! Durkon, wait!
<cutback>
Minrah: Wait, I want to go back!
Durkon: Huh?
Minrah: When you get back down there, raise me from the dead. Bring me back!
Durkon: I thought ye wanted ta go inta Valhalla. When we got 'ere, ye thought I was nuts fer wantin' ta go back.
(D): I thought you wanted to go into Valhalla. When we got here, you thought I was nuts for wanting to go back.
Minrah: That was before all the cosmic stuff! What is even the point of being a cleric if divine revelations can't change your mind?? Look, if that goblin you need to convince is really threatening not just our world but the Outer Planes, too--then Valhalla itself is in danger! I can't sit around getting drunk, I need to help! But it's more than that. I'm not done being alive. I still have stuff I wanted to do. I didn't get to have kids. Or adopt kids. Or decide if I even want kids. I left a lot of kid-based options on the table! I know that if I go back, I risk getting tortured in Hel forever next time I die...but maybe it's worth it. Maybe wondering what could've been would be it's own form of torture. Whatever, I don't need to explain. Just do it! You owe me that much!
Durkon: Aye, OK! OK! I just wanted ta make sure ye were sure.
(D): Right, OK! OK! I just wanted to make sure that you're sure about it.
Minrah: Good.
Deva: If we're all done here, we do need to get moving before the spell is completed.
Minrah: Yeah, go ahead, I'm done. I mean, with the conversation.
Deva: Splendid.
Durkon: It might take a bit. I dinnae know wha tha diamond supply situation'll be like after they bring me back.
(D): It might take a bit. I don't know what the diamond supply situation will be like after they bring me back.
Minrah: That's OK. Just don't forget, or I'll haunt you.
Durkon: Aye. I'll do me best, Lord Thor. Ev'ry day until I see ye again.
(D): Right. I'll do my best, Lord Thor. Every day until I see you again.
<sfx> SPLONF!
Minrah: So, um...
Thor: Yes, we can grab a pint inside while you wait.
Minrah: You're the best god.

Spoiler: Strip 1149

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Enough Diamonds Already
Durkon, Hilgya

Hilgya: Resurrection.
<sfx> POOF!
<sfx> WHUNK!
Hilgya: Dur--
Durkon: Wait! B'fore ye say anythin'! I know I mistreat'd ye, Hilgya. I sent ye away after ye'd open'd up ta me, an' I know how much tha must've hurt. I got na excuses. I was wrong. Ye were alone an' in pain, an' lookin' fer a connection, an' instead o' tha, I judged ye. I do tha a lot. I had an opportunity ta reach out an' help ye outta tha darkness, an' I failed ta see it. I wish I could say tha I'd had some specific change o' heart aboot it--some dramatic event tha showed me it was wrong. But tha truth is, all I needed was ta watch it again, witout bein' in tha moment. I shoulda found a way ta help, an' I dinnae. My Ma taught me better'n tha. An' then, at me lowest point, thar ye were. Ye, an' tha beautiful li'l boy. An' I knew ev'rythin' was gonna be OK. B'cause tha's me son, aye? Tell me e' ain't. Me boy. A perfect li'l angel. Och, better, ev'n. Turns out some angels're a bit off. I dinnae know wha's goin' on wit yer husband. I know thar're prob'bly legal things tha need ta be worked out. But I unnerstand yer na happy wit 'im, an' I were wrong ta na respect yer desire ta leave. 'specially considerin' tha alternatives ye were tryin'. Most o' all, I know tha I need ta be thar fer me boy. Na ev'ryone gets more'n one parent. Na ev'ryone ev'n gets one! If'n I can make it so 'e's one of those tha does, I need ta try. An' I can be thar fer ye, too, Hilgya. I can help ye work thru yer demons, wha'ev'r they be. I know yer a good person an' ye can be happy. So I wanna ask ye, if'n we can get tha details sorted--fer tha sake o' our son--Hilgya Firehelm--will ye marry me?
(D): Wait! Before you say anything! I know I mistreated you, Hilgya. I sent you away after you open up to me, and I know how much that must have hurt you. I've got no excuses. I was wrong. You were alone and in pain, and looking for a connection, and instead of that, I judged you. I do that a lot. I had an opportunity to reach out and help you out of that darkness, and I failed to see it. I wish I could say that I had some specific change of heart about it--some dramatic event that showed me it was wrong. But the truth is, all I needed was to watch it again, without being in the moment. I should have found a way to help, and I didn't. My Mother taught me better than that. And then, at my lowest point, there you were. You, and that beautiful little boy. And I knew everything was gonna be OK. Because that's my son, right? Tell me he is't my son. My boy. A perfect little angel. Oh, better, even. Turns out some angels are a bit off. I don't know what's going on with your husband. I know there is probably legal things that need to be worked out. But I understand that you're not happy with him, and I was wrong to not respect your desire to leave. Especially considering the alternatives you were trying. Most of all, I know that I need to be there for my boy. Not everyone gets more than one parent. Not everyone even gets one! If I can make it so he's one of those that does, I need to try. And I can be there for you, too, Hilgya. I can help you work through your demons, whatever they be. I know that you're a good person and you can be happy. So I want to ask you, if we can get the details sorted--for the sake of our son--Hilgya Firehelm--will you marry me?
Hilgya: Flame Strike. Oh, calm down. I'm rich now, I can just raise him again.

Spoiler: Strip 1150

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Do-Over
Belkar, Deva, Durkon, Elan, Haley, Hilgya, Minrah, Odin, Roy, Thor

<sfx> PINGG!!
Durkon: Och, come on!
(D): Oh, come on!
Deva: Uh, was there some sort of issue with the spell?
Durkon: It's fine. It's all fine. Just a li'l miscommunication b'tween me an' Hilgya.
(D): It's fine. It's all fine. Just a little miscommunication between me and Hilgya.
Minrah: Oooo, problems with the baby mama? She did seem a bit...tightly wound.
Thor: This might be all my fault, really. When I decreed that you should "totally smash" the followers of Loki, that wasn't what I meant.
Deva: Wait--we're actually getting a Raise Dead request from the same spellcaster. I assume you want me to deny it?
Durkon: Na! Na, I'll take it. I'll take tha chance.
(D): No! No, I'll take it. I'll take the chance.
Deva: OK, they're your funerals.
Durkon: We'll just work it out, an' we can all get on wit tha bus'ness aboot tha Snarl an' tha rifts an' tha planet inside tha rifts an' wha'ev'r else.
(D): We'll just work it out, and we can all get on with the business about the Snarl, and the rifts, and the planet inside the rifts, and whatever else.
<sfx> SPLONF! (AGAIN!)
Thor: Wait, what did he mean about a planet inside the rifts?
Odin: ?
<cutaway>
Hilgya: Raise Dead!
Durkon: *gasp!* Protection from Fire! Stay back! ...Are ye gonna Flame Strike me again?
(D): *gasp!* Protection from Fire! Stay back! ...Are you gonna Flame Strike me again?
Hilgya: I don't know, are you going to say something that dumb again? 'Cause I'm not planning on it, but I reserve my right to respond to idiocy with cleansing divine fire.
Durkon: Ye dinnae haf tha "right" ta kill me fer tryin' ta work things out b'tween us, Hilgya!
(D): You don't have the "right" to kill me for trying to work things out between us, Hilgya!
Hilgya: Good news, then. There's nothing left to work out. I got what I needed out of this. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I caught up to you--but your shallow thoughtless proposal really clarified things for me. It's so simple: You burned me, so I burned you. Now we're done and I feel a lot better.
Durkon: Ye cannae possibly think me rejectin' ye an' ye literally murderin' me are equal?
(D): You can't possibly think that my rejecting you and your literally murdering me are equal?
Hilgya: Of course not. You can't fix rejection with a ten-minute cleric spell. But who cares about equal, anyway. If I hurt you worse than you hurt me, good. That means I win.
Durkon: "Win"? This ain't some kinda competition!
(D): "Win"? This isn't some kind of competition!
Hilgya: Everything is a competition, and the only people who think otherwise are losers who lose.
Roy: OK, enough. This is fascinating and/or disturbing but my arms are falling asleep. Does this conversation end with us rolling initiative or not?
Durkon: Dunno. Ask her.
(D): I don't know. Ask her.
Hilgya: No. I'm fine.
Roy: Then how about we table it for now. Unless I'm mistaken, Durkon some of the vampire's little minions were missing from the fight scene, so we're not out of the woods just yet.
Durkon: Aye. The Exarch an' a few others'll still try ta sway tha council vote.
(D): That's right. The Exarch and a few others will still try to sway the council's vote.
Roy: Let's head back to the temple of Thor and plan our next move. Also it's good to have you back. You have no idea how much we needed you.
Durkon: Thanks, lad. It's good ta be back.
(D): Thanks, boy. It's good to be back.
Elan: Hooray! Durkon's back!
Haley: We missed you, big guy.
Durkon: I missed all o' ye, too. Tha hardest part o' bein' trapped right thar, inside me own 'ead, was na bein' able ta reach out an' tell all o' ye that it'd be OK. Tha second hardest part was knowin' only Belkar could tell tha diff'rence b'tween me an' an evil spirit! I mean, Belkar? Seriously??
(D): I missed all of you, too. The hardest part of being trapped right there, inside my own head, was not being able to reach out and tell all of you that it will be OK. The second hardest part was knowing that only Belkar could tell the difference between me and an evil spirit! I mean, Belkar? Seriously??
Belkar: I know, right.
Roy: I got there! Eventually!
Elan: In my defense, I am not very smart.
Haley: I already got fooled by Nale! What were the chances of two imposter storylines?!

[Caerulea]

So, in a break with previous styles, I am going to be posting them in this post as I complete them.

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Halfling Baby Steps Are Very Small
Durkon, Belkar, Roy, Haley, Elan, Vaarsuvius, Mr. Scruffy, Kudzu,

Haley: <whispering> So she's just following us now?
Roy: <whispering> I guess. If she starts some, she'll get some. Otherwise, it's Durkon's call, since that's his kid strapped to her.
Durkon: Belkar, b'fore we get thar, I wanted ta talk ta ye aboot sumthin'.
(D): Belkar, before we get there, I wanted to talk to you about something.
Belkar: Sorry, I'm a hard pass on marriage, too.
Durkon: Dinnae flatter yerself, yer like me fourth choice just in tha party.
(D): Do not flatter yourself, you're like my fourth choice just in the party.
Belkar: Heh.
Durkon: I need ta thank ye fer helpin' me break free o' tha vampire.
(D): I need to thank you for helping me break free of the vampire.
Belkar: Oh, don't get mushy, I stabbed a boss monster, it happens.
Durkon: Tha's not wha I meant.
(D): That's not what I meant.
<flashback>
Durkon: <narrating> Back on tha ship, ye told me— ye told the vampire tha people dinnae change overnight. Tha it's gradual an' hard to spot, until one day, ye tip o'er tha edge an' now yer different.
(D): Back on tha ship, you told me— you told the vampire that people do not change overnight. That it's gradual and hard to spot, until one day, you tip over the edge and now you're different.
</flashback>
Durkon: Wha I realized was, aye, tha's how normal people work, who live thar whole lives in order. But tha vampire were just skimmin' scenes from me life willy-nilly an' na seein' all the connections. B'cause I already knew whar tha tippin' moments in me life were, I could feed 'im a series o' memories to get ta tha tip-oe'r witout time fer gradual adjustment.
(D): What I realized was, yes, that's how normal people work, who live their whole lives in order. But the vampire was just skimming scenes from my life willy-nilly and not seeing all the connections. Because I already knew where the tipping moments in my life were, I could feed him a series of memories to get to the tip-over without time for gradual adjustment.
Belkar: I absolutely did not understand any of what you said, and I'm not sure if it's just because I'm out of practice with the accent.
Durkon: I gotta remember ta thank Elan, too. Us clerics normally only get taught to recite myths, na craft narratives. Anyway, tha point is tha it worked. It made tha vampire feel wha I needed 'im ta feel. Ev'ryone always talks aboot tha seductive power o' Evil, but I think Good's just as slippery a slope. Doin' good—sometimes even just seein' other people do good—feels good. Tha feelin' gets ta ye ev'ntually. Sometimes I think the reason more evil folks dinnae succumb ta it is tha it feels bad ta realize how bad ye've been! Most'd rather pretend ta nev'r feel nuthin' than experiance tha pain.
(D): I gotta remember to thank Elan, too. Us clerics normally only get taught to recite myths, not craft narratives. Anyway, tha point is that it worked. It made the vampire feel what I needed him to feel. Everyone always talks about the seductive power of Evil, but I think Good's just as slippery a slope. Doing good—sometimes even just seeing other people do good—feels good. That feeling gets to you eventually. Sometimes I think the reason more evil folks do not succumb to it is that it feels bad to realize how bad you've been! Most'd rather pretend to never feel anything than experiance the pain.
Belkar: So... ...those people are cowards, then. Right?
Durkon: huh?
Belkar: Those weak powers can't handle intense harcore introspection.
Durkon: Och! Aye, aye, they dinnae haf tha guts ta face tha mirror!
(D): Oh! Yes, yes, they do not have the guts to face the mirror!
Belkar: Sorry I hit you in the face with a palm tree that one time.
Durkon: Ultimate extreme apology accept'd.
(D): Ultimate extreme apology accepted.

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So, in a break with previous styles, I am going to be posting them in this post as I complete them.

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Halfling Baby Steps Are Very Small
Durkon, Belkar, Roy, Haley, Elan, Vaarsuvius, Mr. Scruffy, Kudzu,

Haley:<whispering> So she's just following us now?
Roy:<whispering> I guess. If she starts some, she'll get some. Otherwise, it's Durkon's call, since that's his kid strapped to her.
Durkon:Belkar, b'fore we get thar, I wanted ta talk ta ye aboot sumthin'.
(D): Belkar, before we get there, I wanted to talk to you about something.
Belkar:Sorry, I'm a hard pass on marriage, too.
Durkon:Dinnae flatter yerself, yer like me fourth choice just in tha party.
(D): Do not flatter yourself, you're like my fourth choice just in the party.
Belkar:Heh.
Durkon:I need ta thank ye fer helpin' me break free o' tha vampire.
(D): I need to thank you for helping me break free of the vampire.
Belkar:Oh, don't get mushy, I stabbed a boss monster, it happens.
Durkon:Tha's not wha I meant.
(D): That's not what I meant.
<flashback>
Durkon: <narrating> Back on tha ship, ye told me— ye told the vampire tha people dinnae change overnight. Tha it's gradual an' hard to spot, until one day, ye tip o'er tha edge an' now yer different.
(D): Back on tha ship, you told me— you told the vampire that people do not change overnight. That it's gradual and hard to spot, until one day, you tip over the edge and now you're different.
</flashback>
Durkon: Wha I realized was, aye, tha's how normal people work, who live thar whole lives in order. But tha vampire were just skimmin' scenes from me life willy-nilly an' na seein' all the connections. B'cause I already knew whar tha tippin' moments in me life were, I could feed 'im a series o' memories to get ta tha tip-oe'r witout time fer gradual adjustment.
(D): What I realized was, yes, that's how normal people work, who live their whole lives in order. But the vampire was just skimming scenes from my life willy-nilly and not seeing all the connections. Because I already knew where the tipping moments in my life were, I could feed him a series of memories to get to the tip-over without time for gradual adjustment.
Belkar:I aboslutely did not understand any of what you said, and I'm not sure if it's just because I'm out of practice with the accent.
Durkon:I gotta remember ta thank Elan, too. Us clerics normally only get taught to recite myths, na craft narratives. Anyway, tha point is tha it worked. It made tha vampire feel wha I needed 'im ta feel. Ev'ryone always talks aboot tha seductive power o' Evil, but I think Good's just as slippery a slope. Doin' good—sometimes even just seein' other people do good—feels good. Tha feelin' gets ta ye ev'ntually. Sometimes I think the reason more evil folks dinnae succumb ta it is tha it feels bad ta realize how bad ye've been! Most'd rather pretend ta nev'r feel nuthin' than experiance tha pain.
(D): I gotta remember to thank Elan, too. Us clerics normally only get taught to recite myths, not craft narratives. Anyway, tha point is that it worked. It made the vampire feel what I needed him to feel. Everyone always talks about the seductive power of Evil, but I think Good's just as slippery a slope. Doing good—sometimes even just seeing other people do good—feels good. That feeling gets to you eventually. Sometimes I think the reason more evil folks do not succumb to it is that it feels bad to realize how bad you've been! Most'd rather pretend to never feel anything than experiance the pain.
Belkar:So... ...those people are cowards, then. Right?
Durkon:huh?
Belkar:Those weak powers can't handle intense harcore introspection.
Durkon:Och! Aye, aye, they dinnae haf tha guts ta face tha mirror!
(D): Oh! Yes, yes, they do not have the guts to face the mirror!
Belkar: Sorry I hit you in the face with a palm tree that one time.
Durkon:Ultimate extreme apology accept'd.
(D): Ultimate extreme apology accepted.

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Next few. If we get names for the elder, daughter, or vampire, I'll update it.

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Reunion
Durkon, Belker, Roy, Haley, Elan, Sigdi, Firuk


Durkon: Tha remainin' vampires will nae move on tha chamber until most o' tha elders're inside. Which's just as well since I'm tapped out, spell-wise.
(D): The remaining vampires will not move on the chamber until most of the elders are inside. Which's just as well since I'm tapped out, spell-wise.
Roy: OK, then. The vote's scheduled for midmorning, so we can wait until dawn and refresh your spells.
Durkon: Aye, sounds good, but we'll need more'n tha fer a plan. See, tha council chamber's made up o' three rings, each wit its own set o—
(D): Aye, sounds good, but we will need more than that for a plan. See, the council chamber's made up of three rings, each with its own set of—
Sigdi: Durkon!
Durkon: Ma?!? What're ye doin—?
(D): Mother?!? What are you doing—?
Sigdi: Firuk came an' got me after yer friends left.
(S): Firuk came and got me after your friends left.
Firuk: I'm sorry. I thought she needed ta know.
(F): I'm sorry. I thought she needed to know.
Durkon: Och, Ma! Yer na just an old memory, yer really 'ere!
(D): Oh, Mother! You're not just an old memory, you're really here!
Sigdi: Ha ha! Thar's my boy, safe an' sound! I missed layin' eyes on ye. Look at ye, yer all skin an' bones. What're these humans feedin' ye? Are ye getting enuff beer?
(S): Ha ha! There's my boy, safe and sound! I missed laying eyes on you. Look at you, you're all skin and bones. What are these humans feeding you? Are you getting enough beer?
Durkon: Na fer twenty years. I could absolutely murder a decent pint. Or a quart. Or five.
(D): Not for twenty years. I could absolutely murder a decent pint. Or a quart. Or five.
Firuk: Lemme take care o' tha fer ye, lad. Glad yer back alive.
(F): Let me take care of that for you Durkon. Glad you're back alive.
Elan: Aww, look at that. Critical hit in the heart!
Haley: Yeah, imagine not knowing for all those years if your son is alive or dead.
Sigdi: What're ye talkin' aboot? I talked ta Durkon last week.
(S): What are you talking about? I talked to Durkon last week.
Roy: You... did?
Durkon: Aye, wit tha Sending spell. Wha's the point o' havin' long-range commun'cation magic if'n ye cannae use it ta tell yer loved ones yer safe?
(D): Aye, with the Sending spell. What's the point of having long-range communication magic if you can not use it to tell your loved ones you're safe?
Sigdi: 'E's such a good boy, callin' ev'ry week since 'e learned tha spell.
(S): He's such a good boy, calling every week since he learned the spell.
Durkon: Dinnae ye ev'r wonder why I happen'd ta haf four Sendings prepared back when ye were captured by Tarquin?
(D): Didn't you ever wonder why I happened to have four Sendings prepared back when you were captured by Tarquin?
Roy: Uh, no. I mean, I guess I didn't think it mattered that much. Look, If I worried about all the things I don't worry about, I'd never stop worrying!
Sigdi: Oh, so ye must be Elan!
(S): Oh, so you must be Elan!
Belker: Ha ha, unintentional mom burn!

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Family Meeting
Durkon, Roy, Haley, Sigdi, Hilgya


Durkon: Na, Ma, this's Roy. Elan's back thar, wit Haley, an' tha elf's—
(D): No, Mother, this is Roy. Elan is back there, with Haley, and the elf's—
Sigdi: —Vaarsuvius, an' this must be Belkar, aye? Nice ta finally put faces ta names.
(S): —Vaarsuvius, and this must be Belkar, right? Nice to finally put faces to names.
Sigdi: I were so worried when Fyruk said ye were back but in some kinda trouble.
(S): I was so worried when Fyruk said you were back but in some kind of trouble.
Durkon: Aye, it were awful, but it all worked out, thanks ta ye.
(D): Aye, it was awful, but it all worked out, thanks to you.
Sigdi: Me? What'd I do?
(S): Me? What did I do?
Durkon: More'n I can say, really. I'll explain later.
(D): More than I can say, really. I'll explain later.
Roy: You know, I'm just enjoying the novelty of meeting a parent who's not trying to kill one of us.
Haley: Hey, it was my uncle that threatened to shank Elan!
Sigdi: Hold on, who's tha back 'ere? Who's this handsome baby boy? Hullo!
(S): Hold on, who's that back there? Who's this handsome baby boy? Hello!
Durkon: Och, well, this's....uh...this's Hilgya, an' tha boy's... Tha boy's me son.
(D): Oh, well, this is....uh...this is Hilgya, and the boy is... That boy is my son.
Sigdi: Aye, no foolin' e's yer son. I still got both eyes.
(S): Aye, no fooling he's your son. I still got both eyes.
Hilgya: His name is Kudzu.
Durkon: Kudzu?? 'E's named after a plant?!?
(D): Kudzu?? He's named after a plant?!?
Sigdi: 'E's named after a survivor, aye? Is tha wha ye be, a brave li'l survivor tha cannae be weeded out? I bet ye be. Whar're me manners? Sergeant Sigdi Thundershield, retired. Ye can call me Sigdi or Sarge or ev'n Ma, if'n ye want. Sorry I'm a bit off guard, Durkon nev'r used any o' those 25 words per spell ta tell me 'e got married.
(S): He's named after a survivor, aye? Is that what you are, a brave little survivor that can not be weeded out? I bet you are. Where are my manners? Sergeant Sigdi Thundershield, retired. You can call me Sigdi or Sarge or even Ma, if you want. Sorry I'm a bit off guard, Durkon never used any of those 25 words per spell to tell me he got married.
Hilgya: Oh, we are not married.
Sigdi: Och, Sorry, I shouldna've assumed. Then tha 'e had a girlfriend at all.
(S): Oh, Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. Then that he had a girlfriend at all.
Hilgya: Actually, we only met one afternoon, in a dungeon.
Sigdi: Oh. I guess tha clears up why me son dinnae know 'is own child's name until right now.
(S): Oh. I guess that clears up why my son did not know his own child's name until right now.
Durkon: Lord Thor, I know ye need me ta do stuff, but can ye maybe strike me dead fer a bit now and send me back later?
(D): Lord Thor, I know you need me to do stuff, but can you maybe strike me dead for a bit now and send me back later?
Sigdi: Well, I guess I dinnae need tha details. Yer both adults, tho I hope thar weren't any bad behavior on me boy's part. I dinnae raise 'im tha way.
(S): Well, I guess I do not need the details. You're both adults, though I hope there wasn't any bad behavior on my boy's part. I didn't raise him that way.
Hilgya: It's...fine. It doesn't matter now. It's all water over the tunnel.
Durkon: It's na fine! I tried ta make things proper by marryin' ye, an' ye killed me wit a Flame Strike!
(D): It's not fine! I tried to make things proper by marrying you, and you killed me with a Flame Strike!
Sigdi: Seems like a firm na, then.
(S): Seems like a firm no, then.
Durkon: Ma!!
Sigdi: Wha? I'm na sayin' it's right, but I punched yer Uncle Hoskin square in tha jaw tha first time 'e proposed ta me. Knocked a tooth out, I did.
(S): What? I'm not saying it's right, but I punched your Uncle Hoskin square in the jaw the first time he proposed to me. Knocked a tooth out, I did.
Durkon: Tha's na tha same.
(D): That's not the same.
Sigdi: Aye, but 'e's still missin' tha tooth. Can I hold 'im?
(S): Aye, but he's still missing that tooth. Can I hold him?
Hilgya: Uh, are you sure you're not going to...um...
Sigdi: Lass, I had one arm when Durkon were born an' I raised 'im safe an' sound. Ye can trust me wit me own gran'son.
(S): Hilgya, I had one arm when Durkon were born and I raised him safe and sound. You can trust me with my own grandson.
Hilgya: Alright. For a little bit. But to be clear, nothing about Durkon leads me to believe he wasn't dropped on his head as a baby.
Sigdi: Och, surely ye've noticed we Thundershields haf thick nigh-impenetrable skulls! Do ye haf a hard head? Are ye a stubborn li'l pebble like my wee boy were?
(S): Oh, surely you've noticed we Thundershields have thick nigh-impenetrable skulls! Do you have a hard head? Are you a stubborn little pebble like my wee boy was?
Hilgya: Ha ha ha!
Durkon: ...
Sigdi: Such a sweet baby. I bet yer ma just loves ye ta bits, aye? I bet yer ma feels better knowin' thar's someone in yer pa's life who knows how ta take real good care o' ye— —just in case she ev'r puts a scratch on 'im again an' yer Granma Sigdi needs ta end her. Is 'e on solids yet?
(S): Such a sweet baby. I bet your mother just loves you to bits, yes? I bet your mother feels better knowing there's someone in your father's life who knows how to take real good care of you— —just in case she ever puts a scratch on him again and your Grandma Sigdi needs to end her. Is he on solids yet?
Hilgya: What? Uh—yeah. A little. I mean, in addition to—
Sigdi: Yer pa loved mashed carrots when 'e were yer age. Let's go see if'n we cannae find some in tha kitchen, aye?
(S): Your father loved mashed carrots when he was your age. Let's go see if we can not find some in the kitchen, yes?
Roy: Wow, I haven't seen a feint like that since Fencing class.
Haley: Don't take this the wrong way but I want to grow up to be your mom.

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Forgotten Secret
Durkon, Belker, Haley, Blackwing


Haley: OK, I had to get him a glass of warm milk to settle him down, but Elan's resting now.
Blackwing: And V's trancing, without any ruminant boob drippings.
Durkon: Good, good. We got tha rest o' tha night ta plan, then.
(D): Good, good. We got the rest of the night to plan, then.
Belker: Any chance you're going to put some armor on at some point? Because the "deep-V" look you've got going on is not working for you.
Durkon: Aye, good point. Me old armor's wreck'd, but I shouldnae haf trouble findin' sumthin' useful 'roun 'ere. But more import'ntly...ye just reminded me o' sumthin' Thor whispered ta me b'fore I came back... "Death an' destruction." Tha's wha Odin's prophecy said I'd bring wit me when I came back home. Turns out me whole life were shaped by tha, an' I dinnae ev'n know it. But now I know.
(D): Yes, good point. My old armor is wrecked, but I shouldn't have trouble finding something useful around here. But more importantly...you just reminded me of something Thor whispered to me before I came back... "Death and destruction." That's what Odin's prophecy said I'd bring with me when I came back home. Turns out my whole life was shaped by that, and I did not even know it. But now I know
<sfx> Click! Click!
<Pedestal Text>Lord Thor King of Storms and Thunder Champion of Killing Trees
Durkon: An' I already brought so much death ta so many. So I say—
(D): And I already brought so much death to so many. So I say—
<sfx>caChunk
<Pedestal Text>Lord Thor King of Storms and Thunder Champion of Killing Trees
Durkon: —it's aboot time fer some destruction.
(D): —it's about time for some destruction.

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Elder Screeds
Unnamed Elder, Unnamed Daughter, Unnamed Vampire,


Unnamed Elder: Preposterous. Absurd, even. What are they thinking?
Unnamed Daughter: I don't know, Mother.
Unnamed Elder: They're not thinking, I'll tell you that much. Summoning us to gather on short notice.
Unnamed Daughter: Yes, Mother.
Unnamed Elder: I am a very important dwarf! I am sure if I thought about it, I could come up with better things I could be doing than traveling all the way up to this Odin-forsaken town.
Unnamed Daughter: I'm sure, Mother.
Unnamed Elder: You know I don't like being this close to the surface.
Unnamed Daughter: It makes your joints ache.
Unnamed Elder: It makes my joints ache! Every few years, that damn messenger comes and summons me to some inane Council of Clan Elders, and for what?
Unnamed Daughter: Vast wealth and societal influence as the matriarch of a major clan?
Unnamed Elder: I mean besides that! I assure you, if there were any way to get out of making a decision on whatever ridiculous proposal is about to be put forth— —I would take it in a heartbeat.
Unnamed Vampire: Don't got one of those, but otherwise: Good news!

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Reunion
Durkon, Belkar, Roy, Haley, Elan, Mr. Scruffy, Sigdi, Firuk


Durkon: Tha remainin' vampires will nae move on tha chamber until most o' tha elders're inside. Which's just as well since I'm tapped out, spell-wise.
(D): The remaining vampires will not move on the chamber until most of the elders are inside. Which's just as well since I'm tapped out, spell-wise.
Roy: Ok, then. The vote's scheduled for midmorning, so we can wait until dawn and refresh your spells.
Durkon: Aye, sounds good, but we'll need more'n tha fer a plan.
(D): Aye, sounds good, but we will more than that for a plan.
Durkon's missed line.
Sigdi: Durkon!
Durkon: Ma?!? What're ye doing—?
(D): Ma?!? What are you doing—?
Sigdi: Firuk came an' got me after yer friends left.
(S): Firuk cam and got me after your friends left.
Firuk: I'm sorry. I thought she needed ta know.
(F): I'm sorry. I thought she neede to know.
Durkon: Och, Ma! Yer na just an old memory, yer really 'ere!
(D): Oh, Ma! You're not just an old memory, you're really here!
Sigdi: Ha ha! Thar's my boy, safe an' sound! I missed layin' eyes on ye. Look at ye, yer all skin an' bones. What're these humans feedin' ye? Are ye getting enuff beer?
(S): Ha ha! There's my boy, safe and sound! I missed laying eyes on you. Look at you, you're all skin and bones. What are these humans feeding you? Are you getting enough beer?
Durkon: Na fer twenty years. I could absolutely murder a decent pint. Or a quart. Or five.
(D): Not for twenty years. I could absolutely murder a decent pint. Or a quart. Or five.
Firuk: Lemme take care o' tha fer ye, lad. Glad yer back alive.
(F): Let me take care of that for you lad. Glad you're back alive.
Elan: Aww, look at that. Critical hit in the heart!
Haley: Yeah, imagine not knowing for all those years if your son is alive or dead.
Sigdi: What're ye talkin' aboot? I talked ta Durkon last week.
(S): What are you talking about? I talked to Durkon last week.
Roy: You... did?
Durkon: Aye, wit tha Sending spell. Wha's the point o' havin' long-range commun'cation magic if'n ye cannae use it ta tell yer loved ones yer safe?
(D): Aye, with the Sending spell. What's the point of having long-range communication magic if you can not use it to tell your loved ones you're safe?
Sigdi: 'E's such a good boy, callin' ev'yr week since 'e learned tha spell.
(S): He's such a good boy, calling every week since he learned the spell.
Durkon: Dinnae ye ev'r wonder why I happen'd ta haf four Sendings prepared back when ye were captured by Tarquin?
(D): Did you not ever wonder why I happened to have four Sendings prepared back when you were captured by Tarquin?
Roy: Uh, no. I mean, I guess I didn't think it mattered that much. Look, If I worried about all the things I don't worry about, I'd never stop worrying!
Sigdi: Oh, so ye must be Elan!
(S): Oh, so you must be Elan!
Belker: Ha ha, unintentional mom burn!

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Family Meeting
Durkon, Belkar, Roy, Haley, Elan, Mr. Scruffy, Sigdi, Vaarsuvius, Blackwing, Hilgya, Kudzu


Durkon: Na, Ma, this's Roy. Elan's back thar, wit Haley, an' tha elf's—
(D): No, Ma, this is Roy. Elan is back there, with Haley, and the elf's—
Sigdi: —Vaarsuvius, an' this must be Belkar, aye? Nice ta finally put faces ta names.
(S): —Vaarsuvius, and this must be Belkar, right? Nice to finally put faces to names.
Sigdi: I were so worried when Fyruk said ye were back but in some kinda trouble.
(S): I was so worried when Fyruk said you were back but in some kind of trouble.
Durkon: Aye, it were awful, but it all worked out, thanks ta ye.
(D): Aye, it was awful, but it all worked out, thanks to you.
Sigdi: Me? What'd I do?
(S): Me? What did I do?
Durkon: More'n I can say, really. I'll explain later.
(D): More than I can say, really. I'll explain later.
Roy: You know, I'm just enjoying the novelty of meeting a parent who's not trying to kill one of us.
Haley: Hey, it was my uncle that threatened to shank Elan!
Sigdi: Hold on, who's tha back 'ere? Who's this handsome baby boy? Hullo!
(S): Hold on, who's that back here? Who's this handsome baby boy? Hello!
Durkon: Och, well, this's....uh...this's Hilgya, an' tha boy's... Tha boy's me son.
(D): Oh, well, this is....uh...this is Hilgya, and the boy is... Tha boy is my son.
Sigdi: Aye, no foolin' e's yer son. I still got both eyes.
(S): Aye, no fooling he's your son. I still got both eyes.
Hilgya: His name is Kudzu.
Durkon: Kudzu?? 'E's named after a plant?!?
(D): Kudzu?? He's named after a plant?!?
Sigdi: 'E's named after a survivor, aye? Is tha wha ye be, a brave li'l survivor tha cannae be weeded out? I bet ye be. Whar're me manners? Sergeant Sigdi Thundershield, retired. Ye can call me Sigdi or Sarge or ev'n Ma, if'n ye want. Sorry I'm a bit off guard, Durkon nev'r used any o' those 25 words per spell ta tell me 'e got married.
(S): He's named after a survivor, aye? Is that what you are, a brave little survivor that can not be weeded out? I bet you are. Where are my manners? Sergeant Sigdi Thundershield, retired. You can call me Sigdi or Sarge or even Ma, if you want. Sorry I'm a bit off guard, Durkon never used any of those 25 words per spell to tell me he got married.
Hilgya: Oh, we are not married.
Sigdi's missed line.
Hilgya's missed line
Sigdi: Oh. I guess tha clears up why me son dinnae know 'is own child's name until right now.
(S): Oh. I guess that clears up why my son did not know his own child's name until right now.
Durkon: Lord Thor, I know ye need me ta do stuff, but can ye maybe strike me dead fer a bit now and send me back later?
(D): Lord Thor, I know you need me to do stuff, but can you maybe strike me dead for a bit now and send me back later?
Sigdi: Well, I guess I dinnae need tha details. Yer both adults, tho I hope thar weren't any bad behavoir on me boy's part. I dinnae raise 'im tha way.
(S): Well, I guess I do not need the details. You're both adults, though I hope there wasn't any bad behavoir on my boy's part. I didn't raise him that way.
Hilgya: It's...fine. It doesn't matter now. It's all water over the tunnel.
Durkon: It's na fine! I tried ta make things proper by marryin' ye, an' ye killed me wit a Flame Strike!
(D): It's not fine! I tried to make things proper by marrying you, and you killed me with a Flame Strike!
Sigdi: Seems like a firm na, then.
(S): Seems like a firm no, then.
Durkon: Ma!!
Sigdi: Wha? I'm na sayin' it's right, but I punched yer Uncle Hoskin square in tha jaw tha first time 'e proposed ta me. Knocked a tooth out, I did.
(S): What? I'm not saying it's right, but I punched your Uncle Hoskin square in the jaw the first time he proposed to me. Knocked a tooth out, I did.
Durkon: Tha's na tha same.
(D): That's not the same.
Sigdi: Aye, but 'e's still missin' tha tooth. Can I hold 'im?
(S): Aye, but he's still missing that tooth. Can I hold him?
Hilgya: Uh, are you sure you're not going to...um...
Sigdi: Lass, I had one arm when Durkon were born an' I raised 'im safe an' sound. Ye can trust me wit me own gran'son.
(S): Lass, I had one arm when Durkon were born and I raised him safe and sound. You can trust me with my own grandson.
Hilgya: Alright. For a little bit. But to be clear, nothing about Durkon leads me to believe he wasn't dropped on his head as a baby.
Sigdi: Och, surely ye've noticed we Thundershields haf thick nigh-impenetrable skulls! Do ye haf a hard head? Are ye (a) stubborn li'l pebble like my wee boy were?
(S): Oh, surely you've noticed we Thundershields have thick nigh-impenetrable skulls! Do you have a hard head? Are you (a) stubborn little pebble like my wee boy was?
Hilgya: Ha ha ha!
Durkon: ...
Sigdi: Such a sweet baby. I bet yer ma just loves ye ta bits, aye? I bet yer ma feels better knowin' thar's someone in yer pa's life who knows how ta take read good care o' ye— —just in case she ev'r puts a scratch on 'im again an' yer Granma Sigdi needs ta end her. Is 'e on solids yet?
(S): Such a sweet baby. I bet your ma just loves you to bits, aye? I bet your ma feels better knowing there's someone in your pa's life who knows how to take read good care of you— —just in case she ever puts a scratch on him again and your Grandma Sigdi needs to end her. Is he on solids yet?
Hilgya: What? Uh—yeah. A little. I mean, in addition to—
Sigdi: Yer pa loved mashed carrots when 'e were yer age. Let's go see if'n we cannae find some in tha kitchen, aye?
(S): Your pa loved mashed carrots when he was your age. Let's go see if we can not find some in the kitchen, aye?
Roy: Wow, I haven't seen a feint like that since Fencing class.
Haley: Don't take this the wrong way but I want to grow up to be your mom.

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Forgotten Secret
Durkon, Belkar, Roy, Haley, Mr. Scruffy, Blackwing


Haley: OK, I had to get him a glass or warm milk to settle him down, but Elan's resting now.
Blackwing: And V's trancing, without any ruminant boob drippings.
Durkon: Good, good. We got tha rest o' tha night ta plan then.
(D): Good, good. We got the rest of the night to plan then.
Belkar: Any chance you're going to put some armor on at some point? Because the "deep-V" look you've got going on is not working for you.
Durkon: Aye, good point. Me old armor's wreck'd, but I shouldnae haf trouble findin' sumthin' useful 'roun 'ere. But more import'ntly...ye just reminded me o' sumthin' Thor whispered ta me b'fore I came back... "Death an' destruction." Tha's wha Odin's prophecy said I'd bring wit me when I came back home. Turns out me whole life were shaped by tha, an' I dinnae ev'n know it. But now I know. no written words, no sfx An' I already brought so much death ta so many. So I say— no sfx —it's aboot time fer some destruction.
(D): Aye, good point. My old armor is wrecked, but I shouldn't have trouble finding something useful around here. But more importantly...you just reminded me of something Thor whispered to me before I came back... "Death and destruction." That's what Odin's prophecy said I'd bring with me when I came back home. Turns out my whole life was shaped by that, and I did not even know it. But now I know. And I already brought so much death to so many. So I say— —it's about time for some destruction.

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Elder Screeds
Unnamed Elder, Unnamed Daughter, Unnamed Vampire,


Unnamed Elder: Preposterous. Absurd, even. What are they thinking?
Unnamed Daughter: I don't know Mother.
Unnamed Elder: They're not thinking. I'll tell you that much. Summoning us to gather on short notice.
Unnamed Daughter: Yes, Mother.
Unnamed Elder: I am a very important dwarf! I am sure if I thought about it, I could come up with better things I could be doing than traveling all the way up to this Odin-forsaken town.
Unnamed Daughter: I'm sure, Mother.
Unnamed Elder: You know I don't like being this close to the surface.
Unnamed Daughter: It makes your joints ache.
Unnamed Elder: It makes my joints ache! Every few years, that damn messenger comes and summons me to some inane Council of Clan Elders, and for what?
Unnamed Daughter: Vast wealth and societal influence as the matriarch of a major clan?
Unnamed Elder: I mean besides that! I assure you, if there were any way to get out of making a decision on whatever ridiculous proposal is about to be put forth— —I would take it in a heartbeat.
Unnamed Vampire: Don't got one of those, but otherwise: Good news!

[Caerulea]

I checked some errors.

By Lord Thor! I have done a right terrible job. Thank you so much.

What is the error on the translation of "murder a decent pint" (1153)?

[martianmister]

I think it's need to be "translated" into modern english like rest of Durkon's speech.

[Caerulea]

I think it's need to be "translated" into modern english like rest of Durkon's speech.

What translation would you recommend? I personally think it is fine.

[Jaxzan Proditor]

I think it’s fine as is. We translate accents or other languages into proper English, but “murder a decent pint” isn’t part of the accent or dialect—it’s an idiom. Translating those is more the job of the annotations thread, if anything.

[Grey_Wolf_c]

I think it’s fine as is. We translate accents or other languages into proper English, but “murder a decent pint” isn’t part of the accent or dialect—it’s an idiom. Translating those is more the job of the annotations thread, if anything.

So is "car park", and that didn't stop the US Harry Potter publishers from feeling they had to translate it into American ("parking lot").

Grey Wolf

[Caerulea]

They were doing translations. We are doing transcriptions.

—Caerulea

[Grey_Wolf_c]

They were doing translations. We are doing transcriptions.

—Caerulea

We're doing both. I don't think "murder a X" needs translating, having learnt British at school, but then, I also don't think Durkon's accent needs translating either, and yet here we are.

Grey Wolf

[Fyraltari]

The unnamed vampires turns out to be the one who definitely doesn’t have a name. ^__^