Unterwegs in Düsterburg - In English please: We want you!

[Loki]

Eins noch: Es gab sehr viele Leute (von den meisten könnt ihr nichts wissen, weil alles nur über PM ablief) , die immer mal wieder angefangen haben, UiD zu übersetzen. Ich habe nie etwas gesehen, das über das erste Kapitel hinausging. Das Spiel ist schwer zu übersetzen, auch weil es nie darauf ausgerichtet war, übersetzt zu werden - man muss sich unmarkierte Events durcharbeiten, die teilweise die selben Texte enthaltem oder massige Event-Seiten, die sich nur in Details voneinander unterscheiden.

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Ich habe es zwar noch nie ausprobiert aber es gibt ein Programm namens "DreaMaker" - soweit ich weiß soll es damit möglich sein alle (!) Dialogboxen aus einem RPG-Maker Spiel in eine .txt Datei zu kopieren, dort zu verändern, zu speichern und dann zurück ins Spiel zu importieren.

Das würde die ganze Übersetzungsarbeit ungemein erleichtern, weil man dann eben nicht jedes einzelne Event nach Dialogzeilen durchsuchen muss.

Grundsätzlich fände ich es aber auch ziemlich interessant, wenn verschiedene Charaktere von verschiedenen Personen übersetzt werden.

Edit:
Ich habe mir jetzt übrigens erlaubt eine relativ freie englische Version von Dankwarts Geschichte zu schreiben. Dabei habe ich mich zum Teil an Nyrias Übersetzung aber auch an den originalen Dialogen der deutschen Version orientiert. Ich habe das auch eher so als Fließtext geschrieben und mich nicht zwanghaft an den Dialogboxen gehalten:

Twenty years ago, everything seemed different ...

In those long gone days, I was the Duke. Me and my beloved wife Doria, together we ruled over Falkenburg. Our residence was castle Falkenburg, build on top of the hills, which overshadow the town below.

I was an ambitious man. In my youth I have studied in Königsberg: Biology and physics, the laws of nature. Back then I was searching for ways to increase the human life span. That was my ultimate goal. At first I attempted the manipulation of time, but I soon realized that such a disturbance could cause irreversible damage to the time continuum.

But then I had an even better idea: bringing the dead back to life. I obtained my test subjects from the local cemetery near Falkenburg. I did it for the sake of humankind or at least that is what I told myself.

Dankwart:
“Tonight is the night. The conditions are better than ever. It has to work this time! Jannis Brauer. I sure do hope you will be the last person I’ll experiment on. The body temperature is 14° Celsius, death occurred 24 hours ago. Rigor mortis has set in. Excellent! Gods, please let it be a success this time. I really doubt that the townspeople will be pleased, if they find out what their duke is doing in his free time.

Let there be light. The construction which opens the roof did cost a fortune, but the lightning is essential. There hasn’t been such a fierce storm in months. It’s just perfect! I hope this works. Good. The body is suspended in the air, right beneath the open roof. Now all I have to do is adjust the energy levels and then ... Life shall triumph over Death. A divine spark will reanimate this body and give birth to new life. A new age is about to begin. Humankind shall not fear death any longer. And all my fellow students from Königsberg who mocked me, will have to apologize. It’s time: ENERGY! By the gods, every single bone has been pulverized. How is this possible? All the external conditions were perfect. Damn, I will have to do the math again, maybe I’ve made a mistake.”

Doria:
“Dankwart?! What is all this noise about?”

Dankwart:
“Well, Sweetheart. You know ... my hobby.”

Doria:
“Why at this ungodly hour? All the servants are already asleep. Well, I don’t really care, but you’ll have to clean up this mess by yourself, understand?”

Dankwart
“As you say, poppet. I’ll start right now.”

Doria:
“Not now, Dankwart. We have a guest. Some guy - calls himself Wahnfried von Düsterbrocken. He has requested an audience. It seems like he plans to buy a house in the area but he needs a permission first.”

Dankwart:
“And why exactly is he visiting in the middle of the night?”

Doria:
“Do I look like your secretary? Go ahead and ask him yourself!”

Dankwart:
“But ... my research. I have to find out why my experiment was a failure again ...”

Doria:
“DANKWART!”

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Dankwart:
“Please excuse me, sir Wahnfried. I accidentally flooded my laboratory.

Wahnfried
“Ah, yes. I have already heard about your ... experiments.”

Dankwart:
“You have? Somebody talks about my experiments outside of Falkenburg?”

Wahnfried:
“They do - in Königsberg.”

Dankwart:
“Is that so? Well, in this case I can only imagine the things you must have heard about me and my research.”

Wahnfried:
“I have heard nothing but scorn and derision. However, I am quite capable of forming my own opinion, you see. I was told you’re searching for a way to achieve immortality.”

Dankwart:
“Well, in simple terms, that is what I do. I have approached several methods, time manipulation and the revival of dead matter.”

Wahnfried:
“So? Have you been successful yet?”

Dankwart:
“Unfortunately, the answer is no. My last experiment looked quite promising, though. But let’s not talk about my experiments any longer. So, my wife is telling me you want to purchase a house in Falkenburg?”

Wahnfried:
“Yes, that is what I want. I’ve already found the perfect home for me. It has been vacant since quite recently.”

Dankwart:
“The house of Jannis Brauer, I presume. He died only yesterday. May I ask where you are from, Sir Wahnfried.”

Wahnfried:
“The very same town in which you have studied: Königsberg.”

Dankwart:
“And why exactly do you wish to move to a small town like Falkenburg? Königsberg must be far more exciting for a young man like yourself.”

Wahnfried:
“Your research. To tell you the truth, I am quite familiar with the subject matter and I would be interested in a ... collaboration.”

Dankwart:
“Well, it could be nice to talk to a like-minded individual for a change. What is the type of your research?”

Wahnfried:
“In my case it is more ... the value of experience.”

Dankwart:
“Wait a second. The baron wrote about this mysterious disease in his last letter, several people have died from it. He called it ‘ the white fever’. The main symptom was anemia, he wrote. I suggested, that all the residents of Königsberg should decorate their bedrooms with garlic and there were no other fatalities afterwards. And now Jannis Brauer is dead. The more I think about it, his symptoms matched the white fever perfectly. Of course that would also explain why my experiment was a failure. Oh my, I am so sorry, Sir Wahnfried. After all, this has nothing to do with your request, doesn’t it? Just allow me to perform a little ... experiment, among colleagues, so to speak.

Wahnfried:
“And what is that supposed to be?”

Dankwart:
“It’s a test of sight ... sort of.”

Dankwart:
“How do you like the holy amulet of the Dangelbracks, you wretched fiend?! I guess you got scared after I told my dear friend, the baron, to hire some vampire hunters!

Wahnfried:
“You have made a grave mistake, Dangelbrack! You declared war against a foe superior to you in every possible way.”

Dankwart:
“Is that so? I beg to differ!”

Wahnfried:
“You are a fool and you’ll pay for this - sooner than you think.”

Dankwart:
“Well, Dankwart, old boy ... you did quite well. I will have to place a bounty on his head in the morning. He won’t escape this time.”

Doria:
“DANKWART!”

Dankwart:
“Doria?!”

Wahnfried:
“I have your wife, Dangelbrack! She will be staying with me from now on!”


Dankwart:
“Wahnfried took my wife and then he disappeared. I had no time to lose, I began to search for something that would help me find them. All I needed was a clue, a sign, where he might have gone. Oddly enough, Wahnfried made it easy for me to find him. He was strolling along the streets of Falkenburg at night, telling the townspeople he was headed to the eastern borderlands. Finding him proved to be surprisingly easy. I should have known that something was fishy.

The footprints are almost gone. Damn you ... stupid blizzard. It’s over. I’ve lost the trail. Oh, you gods, please help me!

It’s a trap!!”

Wahnfried:
“The road ends here, foolish old man. You’ll never see your wife again!”

Dankwart:
“You are the fool, vampire, and you shall know divine power! Feel the wrath of the gods!”

Wahnfried:
“The same old move, Dangelbrack? Well, this time I was prepared for it!”

Dankwart:
“No! The holy amulet ... it’s gone.”

Wahnfried:
“Your gods won’t help you now. I guess they too disliked your experiments.”

Dankwart:
“Where is Doria?! What did you do to my wife, you parasite?!”

Wahnfried:
“Doria is staying with me in Falkenburg. She is not your wife any longer, now she is mine!”

Dankwart:
“Vicious creature! I’m going to ...”

Wahnfried:
“Silence! You are no longer the one who is in charge around here! Listen to me, old man. You won’t ever return to Falkenburg, do you understand me? If you do ... I will order your sweet Doria to tear your worthless body apart.

Dankwart:
“I am going to kill you!”

Wahnfried:
“And how are you planning to do that? Without your lucky charm – you are nothing! But rejoice, I’ll let you live, so you may witness the prosperity of Falkenburg under my reign.

Dankwart:
“Doria ... DORIA!!”

“And so I left the mountains and arrived here, at the eastern borderlands. I had lost everything that was once dear to me. What was there for me to do? I could not harm Wahnfried or his minions, not without the holy amulet of my family anyway. My last servant is a man called Harkon Lukasz, he found me here and I have asked him to guard the valley leading to Falkenburg, or Düsterburg as they call it these days. Harkon will never leave his post, not until a member of my family, in possession of the holy insignia, orders him otherwise.”