Другие переводы

Автор DonSleza4e, 13 сентября 2003 16:39:22

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DonSleza4e

не играл. Мне хватает Ruins of Originia
(Отредактировал(а) DonSleza4e - 16:45 - 10 Ноября, 2003)

Ishtar

Еще у меня завалялось тут Наследие Календры:
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CL.zip


DonSleza4e


Ishtar

Вот результат бесонной партизанской ночи.
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page001-r2.bmp
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page001.pcx
Мне бы такими ночами инжинерку делать изометрическую прямольную проекцию...



Atin

Состояние перевода компании TTGM - 48% (81/100/99/88/1/6)

DonSleza4e

Прикольно, но вылаживать в bmp формате - это зверство :)))

Ishtar

А вот вам еще одно зверство:
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page002-r2.bmp
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page002.pcx
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Хэй! Блин, зажать в jpg не судьба???
Force
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Ishtar

Если кто уже успел скачать и запустить в миссию первые две карты из "Полночи в Маркбеле", не спешите меня материть за вылетающий черный цвет - я уже заметил, профиксил и перезалил!
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page001.pcx
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page002.pcx
(Добавлено 14 нояб. 2003 20:37)
Поправка: Еще у меня ба-а-альшие проблемы с сайтом не портачатся токма ZIP'ы:
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page001.zip
http://tomsk-sauron.pochta.ru/Kartograph/CalendraL/page002.zip


The Wayfarer

to Force:
ЦитироватьThe Wayfarer, если хочешь помочь, распознай, что говорит женщина в описании, начинающимся словами "The story of the seventh crystall......" в папке Garrett.
Вот, что она говорит:
The story of the Seventh Crystal is a complicated one. So much has happened... the details have become confused.
Although my own role was limited to that of a watcher from afar, and my involvement with the 'Cerrulean Sapphire' and with the thief called Garrett were tenuous at best, I will try to relate the events of that ill-fated night, and of the unfortunate souls of those involved.
It all began with a thief named Cutty; a fence to be exact, and an unexpected visitor... a beautiful woman with mysterious ways and a tempting proposition.
Her name was Seraphina. She came to Cutty and told him of a crystal she wished to acquire, a gem of unsurpassed beauty that she would pay handsomely to own.
She had 10,000 gold, and Cutty's undivided attention.
The stone, it seemed, had come into the possesion of a certain Lord Saturnine, a boaster and braggart who had been strutting around town telling anyone who would listen about his fabulous new addition. Lord Saturnine was throwing a party that very next evening, in honour of himself, and his new stone.
Seraphina was to be on the guest list and once she was inside the Saturnine mansion, she could sketch and provide Cutty with a map of the interior. Cutty and his new client worked out the finer details of the job, and once their plans were perfect and both parties satisfied, a deal was struck. They made one final meeting arrangement for the following night.
Cutty may have been a greedy man, but he was no fool, and he knew that a contract of this calibre required special skills. So Cutty called for Garrett; a masterful thief whose Keeper training and unmatched talents made him the only man for the job.
However, when Garrett arrived to meet Cutty, he found only an empty room. Garrett saw no reason why he should not proceed with the job on his own; Cutty certainly couldn't do it. And if Cutty trusted Seraphina, then that was good enough for him. Besides, Cutty owed him money.
And so it was Garrett who kept Cutty's appointment with Seraphina on the bridge that night....
At 8 o'clock, Seraphina was waiting.

Сцена на мосту:
Seraphina: Cutty?
Garrett: Cutty is uhhhh... indisposed.
Seraphina: Mr Garrett? Oh, you have no idea how much I appreciate this--
Garrett: Hey, I haven't done anything yet!
Seraphina: But I know you will, why else would you have kept this appointment? And in person, too; I am honoured.
Garrett: Look, I'm only in this for the money. I don't know you, but Cutty obviously thought this job would be worth my time, so I'll get your crystal.
Seraphina: Very well, then; the plan remains the same. While I'm at the party tonight, I will try to make a map for you, but it will be limited to where we guests are allowed to move freely. As I recall from Lord Saturnine's last party, there is a conservatory at the east gate. It's up to you to find it. I will hide the map along with 5000 gold--the first half of your payment--behind the three statues there.
Garrett: And the rest?
Seraphina: When we meet here again tonight, if you have the crystal, you will be paid in full.
Garrett: Alright, midnight, but if you're not here.....I walk!
Seraphina: Don't worry, Mr Garrett, I will be; I assure you. Now... I have a party to attend. Until midnight, then?
P.S. Как я быстро правда? :)
P.P.S. Распознал диалог очень давно, но все как-то кусочками, малость оттуда, малость отсюда, которых в свою очередь хватило, чтобы понять весь смысл, но вот отдельные слова и даже фразы остались далеко за бортом моего понимания.
А тут недавно наткнулся на одну из старых веток TTLG форума, посвященных "Седьмому кристаллу" и вот оно счастье-то привалило!
Кстати автор этой транскрипции - девушка по имени Wynn и кому как не ей было знать,
Цитироватьчто говорит женщина в описании, начинающимся словами "The story of the seventh crystall......"
ведь это Wynn и есть собственной персоной.
Должен признать она обладает крайне приятным голосом. И если кому интересно, то помимо озвучивания роли Элизабет и Серафины в 7 кристалле, также она отличилась в Dyer`s Eve и Ruins of Originia.
Боюсь, что список неполон и поэтому прошу добавить в эту тему недостающие эфэмки с ее участием.
Home is where the way is, my road goes on forever, one more voyage...to...go.

clearing

Раз тема "Другие переводы", кто переведет это?:
http://shadowwolf.envy.nu/thief/christmasgala.html

stealthy one

Цитироватьclearing написал(а) 9 дек. 2004 13:13
Раз тема "Другие переводы", кто переведет это?:
Ну это пародия на Ночь перед рождеством.
Название: Ночь перед Концертом или Ночь перед Весельем.
Если вкратце, то там описывается как авторы эфэм-ок спали и видели Dromed в то время как рассказчик-стражник и Бенни с кружкой элясидели на последежурном отдыхе.
Как вдруг произошло нечто. Бомбовспышка осветила всё вокруг, а когда спало ослепление, то он увидел в тенях вора, такого быстрого и умелого, что не оставалось никаких подозоений в том, что это Гаррет. :biggrin:
Быстрее гонющихся бурриков остальные стражи появились вместе с капитаном и он свистнув назвал всех по именам: "Давай Джуред, давай Найлс, давай Пьер и Никсон, вперёд Бенни и Стефан, вперёд Дандер и Фрицен! Поймате этого таффера :cheesy: и поймате его поскорей!"
Как марафонцы они ломанулись ко входной двери и устремились в тень. Там они познакомились с дубинкой  и уже обнимались с полом ;). Все были вырублены, капитан тоже. :lol:
А потом на крыше в тишине я услышал шуршанье во тьме, кто-то крался укрывшись как Трикстер в траве.  (прим. перев. Тьфу ты! Стихами начал переводить, мля :biggrin:)
Пока я вытаскивал меч и оборачивался назад
Гаррет спускался с мешком награбленного добра.
Одет он был в темные одежды с головы до пят и капюшон был темнее ночи и всё такое. :)
Тащил он здоровый мешок ценностей и выглядел он как Ветродуй с открывающимся мешком. (прим. перев. Есть такая сказка про Ветродуя мешок кот. мог вызывать очень сильный ветер раскрываясь)
Глаза его блестели с задиристым лицом а по размеру мешка я мог сказать что затарился он нехило. Из комнаты в комнату он пробирался к вызоду, а мыски его сапог всё ещё были белыми от снега.
Пошёёл он на кухню наполнить желудок, но вкус от рагу чуть не вывернул его наружу. Он гадко улыбался счищая добро с последней полки, а я громко вздохнул и укрылся быстрее.
Блеск его глаз и кивок головы скоро дали мне знать, что пора бы бояться.
Не сказал он ни слова и вернулся к работе
Закончив обчищать дом, он появился вскоре.
Прицелившись он выстрелил верёвочной стрелой и забрался на крышу чтобы просигналить Бассо. Вместе исчезли они как тени к рассвету, но я услышал его хоть и не был он виден, "Щастливого Рождества, вы, тафферы, увидимся через пару недель!"

Вот, примерно так. На скорую, что называется, руку. :biggrin:
What is locked can be opened, what is hidden can be found, what is yours can be mine...

clearing


clearing

Для переводчиков. Эпическая поэма (взято с ttlg):
Thief ll The Metal Age
The Trickster took Garrett's eye,
For a spell that he wanted to try.
But the Keepers were cool,
And the Trickster did fool,
So the ritual caused him to die.
The Keepers the EYE hid away,
As they had once before legends say.
To keep it from Man,
Was part of thier plan,
So its power could never hold sway.
The Hammers were in disarray,
Their power had fallen away.
Their temples were broken,
Thier remnants a token,
Of the reign they had ruled in their day.
The Keepers thought Garrett the key,
To the future and Eternity.
Their books told it all,
The rise and the fall,
The past and of all that would be.
The Mechanists came into power,
With Karras the man of the hour.
Whose ultimate plan,
Was to kill everyman,
And all of the fauna and flower.
In hopes of his favor to buy,
Karras gave Garrett an eye.
To use as he will,
To augment his skill,
And the Hammerite priests to defy.
Garrett was nobody's fool,
He would not be Karras's tool.
The Keepers denied,
The Hammers defied.
He wanted his own fate to rule.
Basso loved sweet Jenniviere,
Her mistress was truly severe.
Jenneviere was locked in,
Garrett gave a big grin;
For Basso the way he did clear.
The warehouse was loaded with loot,
And Davidson's Spices to boot,
Mechanical doors,
On all of the floors,
Made picklocks a little bit moot.
Garrett needed the code,
To get them he must be quite bold.
So Garrett got in;
The wheels he did spin,
To take all the jewels and the gold.
Garrett then took on a job,
This time it was not to rob.
But to set up a frame,
On one Hagen by name,
One of the City Watch Mob.
"Get Hagen out of my face!
Remove him without any trace!
I'll pay you quite well,
If you give Hagen hell,
And have him discharged in disgrace."
A contact set up a date,
To meet at the Burrick quite late,
The ambush was sly,
But Garrett was spry,
Escaping through old Shalesbridge gate.
Truart went Karras to meet,
Trying to be so discrete.
Karras contrived,
When Truart he bribed,
What Garrett then heard was a treat.
In the Bank the recording was kept,
The security proved most inept.
To get the recording,
That Karras was hoarding,
Silently in Garrett crept.
The plan was to Blackmail Truart.
The recording would help with that part.
When Garrett got there instead,
He found Truart dead.
A knife was thrust into his heart.
Conspiracy was not Truart's treat,
And so he became cold dead meat.
With him laid to rest,
The City Guards best,
Was Mosley, a spy and a cheat.
Mosley applauded the news,
Which prompted her somewhat to muse.
In a note she revealed,
The plot, once concealed,
And Garrett discovered the ruse.
The missive was passed hand to hand,
With Garrett behind as he planned.
To find out just who,
The letter was to,
And leading the small Rebel band.
Karras had set up a snare.
At the Graveyard awaited a pair
Of Mechanist men,
Who hoped, in the end,
The courier to take unaware.
An arrow was swift in its flight,
The courier felt the sharp bite.
The blood that he shed,
Left traces of red,
As the Pagan fled into the night.
Into the dark of the trees,
The droplets of blood did not cease.
Mushrooms gave light,
To help in the night,
Garrett followed the trail with ease.
Pagan bodies were scattered around,
The Mechs had killed all that they found,
The guards, very brave,
Slew women and babes,
And left them to rot on the ground,
The Pagans resistance was slight,
They were not inclined to fight.
Except for a few,
Of the Mechanist crew,
No-one lived to meet Garrett's sight.
Spirits and Ghosts told a tale,
Of murder, of grief, and betrayal.
Garrett took heed,
Of the clues he would need,
To follow the couriers trail.
The Ghost of a child spoke too,
Take my doll, Dewdrop, with you.
He doesn't like Mechs,
And does special effects.
He'll be a great comfort to you,
The blood trail led Garrett below,
The jewels made the Idol mouth glow.
Garrett jumped through,
That portal too,
To find where the letter would go.
A field of stange living eyes,
Hidden away from the skies,
Are what Garrett found,
Deep underground,
Watching as he passed them by.
Apemen were guarding the town,
Where more notes from Mosley were found,
Garrett slipped through,
Avoiding the crew,
Of Apemen patrolling around.
The courier Garrett found dead,
The lifes blood within him had fled.
With no one to guide,
And nowhere to hide,
Garrett found foes there to dread.
The Oak tree bore fruit for the crow,
Garretts suspicions did grow.
Victoria came,
And called him by name,
Telling him things he should know.
Victoria was Queen of the Wood,
Together with Garrett she would,
Help as she can,
To thwart Karras's plan,
For she knew he was up to no good.
Insane is too mild a phrase,
To describe Karras in his final craze.
"Servants for free!"
He chortled in glee,
His mind in a feverish daze.
The Mechanist's temple of steel,
Had a most ominous feel,
Angelwatch loomed,
O'er all Karras doomed,
Hiding secrets that Garrett must steal.
Garrett o'er the rooftops did glide,
Past Benny to scramble inside.
He saw Vilnia there,
In Karras's lair.
And lifted the key from her side.
Documents pointed the way,
To an Island where Karras held sway,
Where Cavador's skill,
Made a gas that would kill,
And cause all of life to decay.
The island, not far out to sea,
Held a secret and mayhap a key,
That Garrett could use,
Karras to abuse,
And bring down in ignominy.
Tortured and freezing to death,
Lotus used his last breath,
Cavador to reveal,
And to make an appeal.
Garrett honored his final request.
Garrett went down 'neath the sea,
Where only the fishes should be,
Deep in the rocks,
Beside secret docks,
Cetus Amicus floats free.
"As cargo, I'll wait for a ride,"
Said Garrett, hiding inside.
"I'll just have to wait,
'Til they open the gate,
And sail away on the tide."
The end of the voyage came at night,
With stealth, Garrett entered the site.
The guards that he found,
He easily went 'round,
By staying away from the light.
Secrets from deep in the earth,
Were more than a man's life was worth,
With the Precursors gone,
Cavador alone,
Had the skill to give them rebirth.
There must not be any delay,
In spiriting Cavador away,
From Karras's crew,
And preventing the brew,
From use in an Auto-de-fe.
Gevasious came to surmise,
That the Precusor masks were a Prize.
"My Ego to grow,
"I'll I let everyone know,
And watch envy shine in their eyes."
"I'll have an art show and a ball,
To which I shall invite all,
Of the uppercrust;
The Rothchild's if I must,
And show off the Masks in the Hall.
With Watchers and Warbots and Guards,
Getting the Masks maybe hard.
"By hook or by crook,"
Said Garrett,"I'll look,
And scope out the mansion and yard."
The evening before the Grand Fete,
Garrett slipped in, so silent and fleet.
He bypassed the traps,
Because of his maps,
And planned his escape to the street.
To the Galleries upstairs he flew,
By the hidden staircase that he knew.
He turned off the gas.
Made off with the Masks;
Embarassing Gervasious too.
The cultivator made Garrett frown,
We've got to bring Karras down.
So he can't deploy,
His Mechanist toy,
And kill all the people in town.
The wealthy embraced the new fad,
Not knowing that Karras was Mad.
The Servants they prized;
Karras smiled and lied.
And gifted them all that he had.
Karras, now stark raving Mad,
Lived in a room that he had.
Awaiting it seems,
The God of his dreams,
Unaware that his plans had gone bad.
By new scriptures that Karras had used,
The Mechanist priests were confused
They found it quite plain,
That the power he did gain,
Their tenets had greatly abused.
Victoria was highly enraged,
And Soulforge in battle engaged.
Her attack premature,
Karras killed her.
She died like a rat in a cage.
To Soulforge Garrett came late,
Victoria had gone to her fate.
Karras had won,
And had smugly begun,
Garrett to tease and berate.
Boasting caused Karras's fall,
Garrett discovered it all;
The plans and the means,
To upset Karras's dreams,
And all of the Servants recall.
Messages Garrett had read,
Caused him, quite frankly, some dread.
His first active thought,
Was to derail the plot,
The next was to see Karras dead.
The signals he changed at the towers,
A feat that took him some hours,
With stealth and deceit,
The Warbots he beat,
In spite of all Karras's powers.
With parts that the storerooms contained,
And plans that Garrett had obtained,
The beacon to build;
Slot B to be filled;
Were the only two tasks that remained.
With pieces from here and from there,
The Beacon was built with great care.
"Now let me see...
Where's that Beacon slot 'B'?
It's time to end this affair."
The Beacon successfully seated,
Would ensure that Karras was defeated,
The parts melded well,
And Garrett could tell,
Due Justice would truly be meted.
Back to the North Apse we go,
Dodging a bit to and fro.
Plug the thing in-
Take time for a grin-
And head for the exit below.
The towers are all switched around,
The Beacon is all set to sound
The Sevants recall,
The Mechanist's downfall,
And Karras's screams to resound.
Garrett heads back to the street,
Hoping no danger to meet.
Out through the gate,
Almost too late,
As Karras goes down in defeat.