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NR: Dialog/ Story Rewrite: Scenario One. (#7454)

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{PROLOGUE_STAGE1}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "The dwarves of Knalga, cannily reckoning the gains from trade, built strong fortifications around Dwarven Doors. The people who called it home, dwarven and human alike, knew that the wealth of their city might arouse envy from afar — hence they kept their weapons sharp, and reckoned themselves well able to fight off any bandit gang or petty warlord that could arise in the thinly-settled Northlands."
story= _ "The dwarves of Knalga, cannily reckoning the gains from trade, built strong fortifications around Dwarven Doors. The people who called it home, dwarven and human alike, knew that the wealth of their city might arouse envy from afar — hence they kept their weapons sharp, and reckoned themselves well able to fight off any bandit gang or petty warlord that could arise in the thinly-settled Northlands."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "For many years it was indeed so. Dwarven Doors was a peaceful and prosperous place. Until the orcs came..."
story= _ "For many years it was indeed so. Dwarven Doors was a peaceful and prosperous place until the orcs came..."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "The raids were mere probes, at first, and the orcs mere rabble. But they grew more numerous, and threatening, and the raiding parties became war-bands and then companies. Then there arose a great warlord among the Bloody Sword tribe, the chieftain called Khazg Black-Tusk; and he raised an army, and besieged Dwarven Doors."
story= _ "At first, the incursions were mere rabble that were easily felled. Complacent in their own prowess, the people of the Dwarven Doors ignored the orcs even as the raids grew more numerous and threatening. In time, the raiding parties became companies and full war-bands. Then at last, there arose a mighty warlord of the Bloody Sword tribe, Khazg Black-Tusk, who surrounded the entirety of their defenses with a great host of warriors."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
# wmllint: local spelling unthreatened
story= _ "It was a time of doom and great deeds, of fire and blood and slaughter. The men and dwarves of the city fought valiantly. But there were always, it seemed, more orcs to replace the slain, while the defenders could find no succor. Pleas for help went unheeded in other lands, for they were far away and felt unthreatened by the orcs, and were wrapped up in their own affairs and struggles."
story= _ "It was a time of doom and great deeds, of fire and blood and slaughter. The men and dwarves fought valiantly. But there were always, it seemed, more orcs to replace the slain, while the defenders could find no succor. Pleas for help went unheeded in other lands for men, elves and even dwarves, were wrapped up in their own affairs and struggles or deemed the orcs too far away to bring unto them harm."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "After a year and a day of grim battle the city fell. Its streets ran with gore. The dwarves were pushed back into the caverns of Knalga, while the humans of Dwarven Doors who survived the sack were enslaved by the orcs. Cut off from contact with the surface, the dwarves of Knalga fought on, but knew their utter subjugation could not be averted forever."
story= _ "After a year and a day of grim battle, the city fell. The streets of the Dwarven Doors ran with gore. The dwarves retreated into the caverns Knalga, but the humans who survived were enslaved. Cut off from contact with the surface, the dwarves of Knalga fought on, but knew their subjugation could not be averted forever."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "Dark years passed; human generations grew up in slavery, and came near to forgetting that their ancestors had been free — and might have completely forgotten were it not for a fateful day in 518YW. The day that changed the lives of the people of Dwarven Doors — forever."
story= _ "Dark years passed; human generations grew up and died in slavery, and with every passing year came closer to forgetting that their ancestors had ever been free. They might have completely forgotten were it not for a fateful day. The day that changed the lives of the people of Dwarven Doors — forever."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
# wmllint: local spelling dispiritedly
story= _ "It was an early spring day like any other; the humans — joyless beneath the orcish whip — were dispiritedly planting the yearly crop. All at once, the war-drums of the orcs began pounding; harsh war-cries sounded as orcs mustered to gather their weapons and man their posts. Startled, the peasants looked around in alarm, and that was when they saw him."
story= _ "It was an early spring day, in the year 518YW. The humans — joyless beneath the orcish whip — were dispiritedly planting the yearly crop. All at once, the war-drums of the orcs began pounding; harsh war-cries sounded as orcs mustered to gather their weapons and man their posts. Startled, the peasants looked around in alarm, and that was when they saw him."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "He came charging out of the woods, his cape streaming in the breeze, his sword flashing quicker than thought, and all around him, the hated orcs fell. To his right fought an elderly mage whose deep voice boomed incantations over the clamor of the battle while the very earth shook with the power of his spells. To his left, glowing with faerie fire, was a great lord of the elves. They were followed closely and supported by a small but powerful elvish army."
story= _ "He came charging out of the woods, his cape streaming in the breeze, his sword flashing quicker than thought. All around him, the hated orcs fell. To his right fought an elderly mage whose deep voice boomed incantations over the clamor of the battle. To his left, glowing with faerie fire, was a great lord of the elves. They were followed closely by a small but powerful elvish army."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
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[/part]
[part]
story= _ "After that day, nothing could be the same. Hope rose in their hearts like a flame long-smothered but rekindled. The brightest and boldest of them began to plan and to train in secret. And the orcish masters, grown stupid from their own arrogance, did not see."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
@ -84,7 +85,7 @@
{PROLOGUE_STAGE1_END}
[/part]
[part]
story= _ "Then one day Al’Tar, the current ‘master’ of Dwarven Doors, was attacked by a neighboring tribe of orcs. Tallin seized his moment. Using knowledge born of years of watching, listening and planning, he managed to steal a few weapons and a small amount of Al’Tar’s gold. He fled to an abandoned ruin in the forest to rally his fellow peasants."
story= _ "Then one day Al’Tar, the current ‘master’ of Dwarven Doors, was attacked by a neighboring tribe of orcs. Tallin seized his moment. Using knowledge born of years of watching, listening, and planning, he managed to steal a few weapons and a small amount of Al’Tar’s gold. He fled to an abandoned ruin in the forest to rally his fellow peasants."
{NR_BIGMAP}
{REVOLT_STAGE1}
show_title=yes
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[message]
speaker=Tallin
message= _ "Well, those things will certainly get their attention, and there’s nothing wrong with pitchforks. We easily outnumber the orcs, not to speak of the fact that they are killing each other."
message= _ "Well, those things will certainly get their attention, but there’s nothing wrong with pitchforks. We easily outnumber the orcs and they’re even now killing each other."
[/message]
[message]
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[message]
speaker="Al'Tar"
message= _ "Pah! Grunts, put the rest of those peasant rabble back in chains."
message= _ "Pah! Grunts, put the rest of that peasant rabble back in chains."
[/message]
[endlevel]