|Concept: a sci fi + fantasy RTS very loosely inspired by Warhammer 40K. The galaxy is populated by traditional European fantasy races. Centuries ago, the elven homeworld was destroyed, ostensibly by the orcs, and the two races have been at war ever since. The game takes place during an escalation of the conflict...|
|Clicking on unit to select||Clicking on unit too many times||Moving unit||Encountering obstacle to moving||Unable to do something||Finding an item|
Sabotaging enemy defenses
|Selecting enemy to attack||Attacking enemy||Defeating enemy||Taking damage||Near death||Dying||Winning level||Failing level|
Character #1: Kaelarn
|Yes.||Stop.||Relocating.||My way is hindered.||I cannot do that.||This may prove useful.|
Laser cannons deactivated.
|Found my mark.|
For the glory of the fleet!
The enemy is defeated.
|Taking enemy fire!||I cannot endure much longer!||I… can see the moons…||Enemy forces defeated.||We've taken grievous losses.|
|An elf commander in the E'larn space fleet. Intellectual, reserved save for thick of battle, a little arrogant, a mix of military and elvish nobility.||Acknowledged.||Desist.||On the move.||The path is blocked.||That is impossible.||A talisman!|
|Target acquired.||Alath belara!|
May the moons take them.
|Oloth! I bleed!|
My wounds are grave…
|For the fleet…||The fleet has won a great victory.||Our shining dream has turned to ashes.|
|Orders?||Are you testing me?||I am on the path.||An obstacle…||Unable to comply.||Confiscating.||Defenses disabled.|
They are already dead.
|Die, vermin!||Hostiles neutralized.|
|I… cannot… lose…||Alath enuriam.||Our enemies scatter before us.||Perhaps our faith was misplaced.|
This is trying my patience.
The first steps are taken.
|I can go no further.||Forgive me, I cannot.||I'm claiming this for the fleet.|
The work of a moment.
Engaging the enemy.
|Hostiles engaged.||Area secure.||Taking damage!||My health is low!||Save… my people…||The moons have smiled on our venture.||The mission was a total failure.|
|I am prepared.|
Elves do not suffer fools gladly.
I would not advise continuing.
|By the seven moons.||You mock me.|
|I await your command.||Ril'tath!|
You fail to take this seriously.
…are you expecting jokes?
|…well, I do know one. An orc, a dwarf, and a demon walk into a bar, and… wait, no, I'm not about to dance to your demands!|
|Character #2: Thokra||Rrgh.||Buzz off.||On my way.||Dammit!||Yeah, can't do that.||Grabbing this.||Heh, smashing this.||That thing's dead.||RRRGAAAH!||[battle roar]|
Think blood bothers me?
I… won't be… beaten!
|It was… a good death.||Blood and entrails!||What the hell are you playing at?|
|An orc berserker captured by the E'larn fleet as a POW; escapes and fights to freedom. Hot-headed, gruff, bloodthirsty, jovial but quick to anger||Ready.||You poking me?||Got my orders.||This junk's in my way.||Nope, not happening.||This could help.||No more fancy weapons for you.||Ah, a target.|
I'm gonna rip your guts out!
|Easy prey.||Ha ha, cute.|
I'm losing strength!
|I'll fight you on the other side.||Some good kills today.||The deaths aren't supposed to be on our side.|
|Let's do this.||Take your hands off me.|
Good to march again.
|I can't go anywhere!||Nothing's happening.||Very nice.||[CRUNCHING SOUND] Disabled.||Let's dance.||You're dead meat!||Want more killing.||Just a scratch.||My health's going down!||Blood and… ugh…||Great. Who's the next bunch we kill?||Failure isn't an option.|
|I'm pumped!||You're lookin' to get your ass kicked.||On the hunt.||Rrgh! I'm blocked off!||Won't work.||Mine now.||Ripping this thing's guts out.|
Good, something to kill.
|Blood and entrails!||That felt good.|
That's it, bring it on.
Death won't stop me!
|Won't… lose to… ugh…||Guess that's mission accomplished.||The weak piss me off.|
|Yeah?||Last time someone annoyed me, I ate their spleen.|
|I'm waitin'.||With lettuce.|
And olives on a bed of rice.
|Tell me who to smash.||Naw, I ate it raw and bleeding, which is what you're going to be if you don't screw off.|
You really don't give up, do you?
|I will break your fingers.|
[CRUNCHING SOUND] Told ya.
|Character #3: Lan||Yep.|
Watch where you point that thing.
|Got it.||Yeah, I'm stuck.||Yeah, not happening.||Well, hello, darlin'.||Lights out.||Got my target.||Nothin' personal, kid.||Night-night.||Ah! Dammit.||Taking heavy fire!||Dammit…||Not bad, kid.||Well, that sucked.|
|A human mercenary drawn into the conflict against his will. Cocky, sarcastic, a Han Solo/McCree type with extra "grizzle".||I hear ya.||You lookin' for trouble?||Movin' on up.|
Not getting there this way.
|Can't do that, kid.||Keeping this.||You don't need that power source anyway.||Got 'em in my sights.|
Time for a little dust-up.
Dealt with our party crashers.
I didn't sign up for this.
|Shit! I'm not gonna make it.||Knew this job wasn't worth the pay…||Nice payday, if I do say so myself.||So much for payday.|
|Yeah, yeah, I got it.|
I ain't got time for this shit.
|On my way.||This ain't budging.||That won't work.||And you go in my pocket.||Whoops, hope that didn't break anything.||Someone's about to have a bad day.||In range.||Not bad, if I do say so myself.||Ah! Holy crap!|
My health's running out!
|So much for retirement…||Mission goddamn complete.||You sure you know what you're doin'?|
|Ready to move out.|
Go poke someone else, kid.
Got my marchin' orders.
|Can't go any further.|
Forget it; this ain't working.
|This should come in handy.||That should take care of things.||I'll take care of 'em.||Let's dance.|
Anyone else want to tango?
This is not a good time.
|Can't hold 'em much longer!||Guess my luck caught up with me at last…||All this winning, and still got time for a beer.||Damn. That didn't go well.|
You're just lovin' this, ain't ya?
|Lay it on me.|
Look, get your hands offa me.
|Locked and loaded.||[sudden uncontrollable giggle] [serious] Stop it, I'm ticklish.|
|What’s up?||[giggle] Aw, hell, now I've just encouraged ya.|
|[giggle] Ee hee hee! Stop it!|
|[giggling] I'm warnin' ya!|
|[LOUD GUNSHOTS] Hey, I did warn ya. Back to work, kid.|