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  1. I started coming by again when I heard that DQX news started popping up. I don't live in Japan anymore so I won't be able to provide scans, but I can help translate some stuff. As usual DQX looks great! The recurring fee is kinda a bummer, but I like what I'm seeing so far.
  2. Good to see you again Mimas. I've only just started following the DQX info, so I don't know if this is new or not. But one thing that caught my eye was the fact that you can register your character as a "support character" at the bar when you logoff, and then other people can recruit your character into their party while you are offline. And I think it's "Big Hat", not "Pig Hat". Though I bet SlimeBeherit is right and a pun is intended.
  3. The text hints that the green creatures floating around the elves could be "guardian spirits", and that the dwarves can build/acquire vehicles. The main site says the basic story is that you start as a human. Then the Lord of Evil (大魔王) seals the humans' land (presumably the center continent of the world?) and you are transformed into one of the other races as a result. Your goal in the game is to restore the humans' land and become human again.
  4. Crossing my fingers for the return of the Demon Anteater.
  5. You would be right. The wording on the main website makes it clear that these six are the "basic" classes and that there will be more (presumably "advanced") classes revealed later.
  6. He's an anti-social loner. He's chasing after the cobbler as an excuse to avoid a social gathering
  7. 1.1 Burland Part 3 ***************************** The next morning the returning soldiers were given a heroes' welcome as they marched into town hoisting dragon carcasses over their heads. The townspeople raised their hands throwing flower petals and ribbons into the air. Elderly men and women weeped and shouted words of thanks. Young women batted their eyes at the handsome soldiers, hoping to draw their attention. Children ran in and out of the procession, waving wooden swords through the air, no doubt slaying dragons in their imaginations. The soldiers' families came too. Parents, brothers and sisters came to greet their loved ones and the crowd made way for them. Makil's father and sister were there. His father was dressed opulently and sat upon a magnificent horse. He rode right on up to the edge of the procession. "This ought to earn you that promotion, son!" he bellowed. "That depends on the captain's report," Makil answered, loud enough for his captain to hear. Ragnar saw Makil's father rummaging around in his pockets. (He's going to try to bribe me,) thought Ragnar. When it looked like the large man was going to approach, Ragnar quickly moved to escape. "Waaaaiihaa! Waaohoo!" Right as he turned his horse, a group of children formed a ring around him and began singing and dancing. The children sang back and forth quickly, making up the verses to their song as they went along: "Burland is a great country. Our bearded king is a great man, hey!" "I'm not afraid of monsters. All the bad dragons are gone now, hey!" "Burland's soldiers killed them all. I wanna be a soldier too one day!" (81) "Hey! Children, let me through." "Waaihaa Yippee!" "Over here." "Mr. Soldier, come over here!" The children had mischief in their eyes. They laughed and shouted and ran to and fro, blocking the road. Ragnar made a bitter face and shook his head. Then.. "Excuse me, soldier," came a voice down by his stirrups. He stopped his horse and looked down. There stood a lone woman, thin and haggard. Her body was twisted and she looked up at Ragnar with a look of terrible urgency in her eyes. "May I help you, lady?" "Ahh, dear kind sir! Thank you for listening to me. Please forgive me for speaking to you directly." She is a beggar, thought Ragnar. He had some leftover rations in the leather pouch at his waist. A few medical herbs too. If sold, they could bring a little money. He reached for his pouch intent to give them to her, but the woman, still grovelling at his feet, shook her head. "No. I am not begging for food or money." (82) Ragnar eyed her suspiciously and climbed down from his saddle. "What do you need then? If it's anything unlawful or improper, I'm not interested." The woman's eyes glistened with gratitude and she wetted her lips with her tongue. Now that he saw her face clearly, Ragnar could see that she was a pretty woman. She was still a young, of marriagable age. "No, sir. Nothing like that. Forgive my rudeness. I don't know the best way to go about saying this." "Please just tell me directly." "Very well. Do you know a man in your army named Alex?" "Alex?" Ragnar thought a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately I don't recognize that name. There are a lot of men in our force. I can't say that I know them all, but I don't think there is an Alex." The woman's face became downcast. "Oh. I see." Ragnar gathered his brows. "This Alex fellow you are looking for. Did something happen to him?" "I haven't seen him for about two weeks. He's missing." "That's quite serious. With all these monsters..." (83) "Flora!" The woman snapped her head around at the voice, which sounded quite drunk. An enormous, ruddy-faced merchant approached. Judging from his clothing, he appeared to be quite wealthy. With no reserve, he grabbed the woman by the hand. "Just what do you think you're doing here? Come here this instant. We've got to get you made up right away." "Please! I don't want to go. I'll wash your dishes instead. That will make me happy." "No. No. Today is the celebration banquet for the soldiers' triumphant return. You must tidy yourself up! Make yourself pretty and turn on your charm. I have many important guests coming." "No, please. I don't want to..." The woman looked at Ragnar pleadingly. Ragnar scratched his nose, at a loss for what to do. After a few moments, he reluctantly called out to the man. "Excuse me, sir." The merchant turned to look at Ragnar as if noticing him for the first time. Seeing Ragnar's scrutinizing gaze, he twisted his mouth into a vulgar smile. "Well, look what we have here! A soldier! To what do I owe the pleasure?" "It appears that this woman has some cause for anxiety. Perhaps it would be best not to force her into work she doesn't want to do?" "Oh, are you an acquaintance of hers?" the merchant asked. The corners of his fiery eyes turned upward. The woman hung her head weakly. The merchant gave a tug at his curly beard and advanced on Ragnar without fear or hesitation. (84) "Listen soldier. If you don't understand the circumstances, you are not in a position to make a judgement. This woman is the wife of a cobbler. I am the owner of the property they use for their shop and their home. Now, our little shoemender has vanished himself off somewhere and the shoe shop is closed. Since then, I haven't received any of the rent money I am owed. And then there's the money I lent to them long ago. I haven't seen a single gold piece of that either. "It's a sad story, I know. Now these are hard times, and I don't want to turn anybody out onto the street, so instead of that all I require of this woman is that she entertain my guests when I have them over for dinner. Is that really such a terrible thing to ask for?" "Mm," Ragnar frowned. The merchant had a reasonable argument. "Look. I'm not a devil. I'm not some monster. I like to help people out when I can. But frankly, I don't have any reason to believe this cobbler is coming back at all, and I am not willing to wait forever." "No! No! He will come back!" the woman named Flora said, tears pouring out of her eyes. "I understand how you feel," the merchant said in a soft, coaxing voice. He squeezed her shoulder in a familiar way. "You don't know if he has been eaten by a monster, or if he has run off with some other girl, but you don't care. You'll wait for him all the same, year after year. But you shouldn't expect him to come back. He disappeared without so much as a word to you. Don't be so stubborn. When you are abandoned like that, days and months passing can seem like a moment. How much longer do you expect your face remain young and beautiful? If you think chatting with guests at a party is bad, perhaps you should consider the alternatives?" (85) The merchant bowed formally to Ragnar and led the resisting woman away. Ragnar stood there dumbfounded. The boisterous children who he had met a short while before were approaching him now, speaking over one another. "That's Martan the Miser. He owns a lot of houses and taverns around here." "His wife died in an epidemic and now he's looking for a new wife. He's taken a liking to that lady." "He has seven kids. They're all pompous, stingy bullies, just like their father." "He's been making passes at that Flora lady since way back. He makes her work at the bar. He holds her hands and tells people she's to be his wife." "Since way back, you say? Even when her husband was still around?" Ragnar asked, a grim look crossing his face. The children nodded meekly. "In secret. It was really improper." "I wouldn't be surprised if that guy made the cobbler disappear." "Maybe he murdered him!" "Or gave him a sackful of gold and told him to leave town.." "I doubt that's the case," Ragnar climbed onto his saddle and gave the leftover rations at his waist to the children. "It's sad situation. She clearly has no interest in marrying that man... hmmm.. you kids seem to like the cobbler and his wife. Is that so?" (86) "Yeah! The woman gives us candy sometimes." "One time I fell and hurt my leg. I was crying and she was really kind to me. ." "Her husband used to play with us a lot too. He really liked kids. He was poor, but a really honest guy." "I see," Ragnar mumbled brusquely, rubbing his chin. Suddenly he heard a shout. "Captain!!" Accompanying that big, bellowing song-like voice was a big palm clapping Ragnar on the back of his shoulder. "Finally I found you. I'm Makil's father! I wanted to sincerely thank you for all you've done for my son." Paying no mind to Ragnar's taciturn expression, he addressed him cheerily. The children, who were shoved aside by the big man's horse, said: "...You're a Captain...???" "Whoa. Captain? I had no idea." Looking each other in the face, the children shuffled away and scattered. (87) "Hey. You kids. Wait!" With Makil's father blocking the way, Ragnar couldn't chase after the children. He wanted to know more about the missing cobbler, wanted to ask them more detailed questions. Makil's father continued. "Where was I? Oh yes. I heard from my son that you aren't too big on food and drink. But how about it? Won't you come? We'd love to have you!" The merchant raised his pinky finger in front of him. "Thank you for your kind invitation," Ragnar met the merchant's grin with a steely glare, "but regretfully my duties will not allow me the time. I must report to the king at once. Please allow me to pass." "Yes! Yes! Of course!" Makil's father said, waving his arms in the air wildly. "I meant after that! Come on now! There's no need to make such a sour face!" "Forgive me, but I must leave at once." With his foot in the stirrup, Ragnar made his way in earnest to the royal palace. The moment he made the excuse to escape Makil's father, he found his resolve become firmer. If he could get the king's permission, he would help the lady and search for the missing cobbler.
  8. It's coming. I just have to change it from awkward English into more natural English.
  9. I haven't worked on it much this week. I got distracted with another translation project. I jump around between projects a lot Don't worry though, I'll get it out there eventually.
  10. Oops. I may have to change her back to Flora. It's Freya in the Japanese. I'll have to double check DW4 to make sure.
  11. Thanks for the comment. I like the Scrawny Bear nickname too. Christmas was hectic here as well - you may have noticed that I didn't update at all between Christmas and about January 9th. Baby got the flu on January 1st too Anyway, Japan gives many holiday days for New Years and I didn't do any translation during the holiday. Glad to know I have a reader In the next update we meet a certain Freya, who is looking for her poor lost husband Alex...
  12. 1.1 Burland Part 2 ************************************ Ragnar sat alone on a small boulder apart from the celebrating soldiers. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed silently at the burning mountain. His amber eyes flashed with shots of orange reflected from the fire. He was the captain of the 3rd Company. He was in his early thirties, which was younger than most commanders, but his countenance showed no signs of the giddiness and nervousness that young soldiers often possessed. He hailed from a small minority community deep in the mountains, and was a head taller than most other soldiers. He had quite a few gray hairs up there despite his young age. Long, thin arms and legs poked out from his cramped crude leather armor. His hands and feet were angular and bony, awkwardly big. The other soldiers called him "Scrawny Bear"1 behind his back. Ragnar knew about the nickname, but he didn't let it bother him. (77) Though he was skinny, his muscles were like steel. His dried, brown skin and his massive joints gave testament to the many years he had spent climbing steep mountain peaks, since he was a small child. The soldiers who had eaten dragonmeat passed some around to the others, assuring them that it was quite delicious. Some still refused and the dragoneaters called them cowards. This brought them to their feet, fists shaking violently. After the quick, anticlimactic victory, the desire to fight was still smoldering within the soldiers' hearts. It looked like a brawl might begin at any moment. Ragnar sighed quietly. He heard a voice nearby. "You don't look like you're having any fun over here, captain." Ragnar lifted his face to the speaker. It was Makil, one of his men. He held a mug of ale down to Ragnar. He was foppish in appearance and his mop of blond hair was known to turn the heads of women. Now that hair burned red in the reflected light of the fire. Makil was the son of a rich merchant from Burland city. He was a cheerful and sociable fellow, but Ragnar didn't trust him. Makil was the type of person where if you weren't useful to him, he didn't want anything to do with you. Makil wanted success. He was ambitious. His family too. That wasn't an uncommon thing in Burland but there weren't many who had the ability to throw money around the way Makil could. Nor were there many possessing the wits Makil had. (78) And Ragnar was made a little uncomfortable by the fact that one of his subordinates had much better, and much more expensive equipment than himself. Ragnar accepted the mug and said thank you. He took a sip to be polite, more out of formality than any real desire to drink it. "Are you looking at the mountain?" Following Ragnar's gaze, Makil turned his body around. "Ah, I see. These mountains are your home. You see everyone making a big show, burning more trees and mountainside than is necessary and it bothers you, doesn't it?" Makil was a thoughtful, sharp-sighted man, but his sly smile made it hard for Ragnar to judge if he really sympathized with him or if he was making fun of him. Ragnar shook his head. "No. What you say is true, but that's not what's bothering me... what happened today. It doesn't make sense." "What do you mean?" Makil retracted his smile and sat down next to Ragnar. He lowered his voice. "You mean the battle? You think we won too easily?" Makil really is clever, Ragnar thought to himself. "Yes. I have a bad feeling about it. I feel like they let us win on purpose. What if our enemies had another goal.." (79) "You think it was a decoy?" "Burland has poured a lot of manpower and supplies into this expedition. We've been running around here chasing monsters for half a month, leaving the castle exposed." "Do you mean to say that the palace might be under attack at this very moment? By monsters? Yah, this is no joke! A terrifying idea!" Makil shook his limbs dramatically, feigning fear. "In that case, commander, I must insist. Please gulp that down. Drink up and drink deep, as this might be the last time we have the chance! Eh?" Ignoring Ragnar's disappointed look, Mikal gave him a playful elbow to the side and laughed. He encouraged Ragnar to drink more and motioned him over to where the rest of the men were. When he saw that his mountain-raised commander really had no interest at all, he snapped on a serious face. "If you'll excuse me then, sir," he said and returned to the rowdy band of soldiers and their fire. Ragnar didn't understand townspeople at all. Why did they act like that? They had brains in their heads but they didn't use them for important matters. Ragnar stood up from the boulder, turned his back to the fire and walked. He went a far way off and came to the top of another hill. The bonfire's light had receded into the distance and the moon and stars above his head sparkled. He looked out across the many valleys cutting through the mountains and he could see Burland Castle faintly in the distance. The banners bearing the king's coat of arms were flying high as usual. At the very least, the castle appeared to be unharmed. There were no flames rising from its towers. (80) Ragnar let out a disconsolate sigh. ___________________________________________ Notes: 1The Japanese is something like "skinny and huge", but it didn't translate well, so I made up Scrawny Bear myself.
  13. I'm playing Phantasy Star Zero right now.
  14. Chapter 1: Royal Soldiers (72) Know ye of Burland, that cold mountain country, with its steady and prosperous king? There in that castle, a brave royal soldier, 'Tis about young Captain Ragnar I'll sing. 'Twas his fate to be lonely, bestowed him at birth, see, his family bloodline was weak. The one thing he longed for, yes, more than all others True Friendship is what he did seek. -from a troubadour's song 1.1 Burland Part 1 (73) The setting sun was falling over the edge of the world. A huge bonfire illuminated the area a burning red. The wintry mountain landscape felt as hot as midsummer. Young soldiers were tossing greenwood into the center of the gigantic flames, though the fire showed no signs of dissipating. Perhaps they were expressing their happiness by making the flames dance higher. Perhaps they were sending a signal of victory to the castle town in the distance. Who can know? Their frenzied laughter drowned out the popping sounds from the burning wood. There were axes and hatchets stacked in the army's supply wagons, but they didn't use them. Instead they hacked away at the trees with the king's valuable long swords1. The soldiers belonged to Burland's Royal Palace. Burland was a remote mountain kingdom in the northern reaches of the continent. It was a small kingdom with little agricultural output, but its soldiers were well-known for their military prowess. The area was thick with monsters and without a strong defensive reserve, the kingdom wouldn't have lasted so long. Trade with other, stronger kingdoms was meagre at best. Burland had a well-tempered army out of necessity. Men of superior talent came from neighboring kingdoms seeking the honor of serving in Burland's army. And for the young men living in Burland's mountain villages, serving as a royal soldier was the best career they could hope for. (74) But Burland's king was a gentle, peace-loving man by nature. He had no desire to threaten the bellies of his people, so he kept taxes low. Burland's people valued simplicity and frugality. Because of this, the swords the king bestowed upon his soldiers weren't of the highest quality. Now these swords were being swung wildly into the sides of young trees. The blades chipped and sent flakes of silvery powder2 flying with every chop. The older veteran soldiers didn't engage in this activity, but they didn't stop it either. They just frowned over their mugs and grumbled to each other about how the young folk these days didn't take care of their swords. Besides, they had just had a quick victory. Unbelievably quick. Who can blame them for getting a bit rowdy? This little expedition saw the death of some thirty-odd dragons and other monsters. Some of them were quite large. Since the middle of the last month something unusual had been happening in the mountains west of Burland castle. Monster sightings were increasing. Monsters were rarely seen even at night, but now they had been spotted in increasing numbers in broad daylight. Mountain people were supposed to know how to avoid monsters. If they remained watchful and kept their wits about them, no harm was supposed to befall them. But now creatures were roaming around as they pleased. In the daytime. And in the villages! They carried off children. They devoured young women. They seized the elderly and beat them to the ground. Towns and villages that hadn't seen trouble in years were now under threat of attack daily. Finally the king took action. He issued a royal order calling for an expedition to subjugate the monsters. Many famous soldiers gathered. Men from towns that had never seen battle volunteered, determined to show their courage and loyalty. All told there were enough men to form fourteen regiments. Half of them were persuaded to remain and protect the villages. The remaining half were given permission to march. When they departed, they carried the hopes and prayers of the people on their shoulders. And they carried serious expressions on their faces, for they knew that they might not return home alive. The expedition went into the mountains. (75) For half a month they stalked the mountains, tracking the monsters, watching their movements, planning. Then finally, earlier that morning, the kingdom men made their move and surrounded the creatures at a deadend hill on the side of Mt. Kasheena. Skeletons and Necrodains3 were spotted among the enemy, relaying orders to the lesser monsters. There were animal-like monsters and demons wielding magic. It looked like it might be a long and bloody battle. But the humans' plan worked perfectly. The hill which they had earlier cleared4 blazed up suddenly. The soldiers fell back into formations, readied their swords, spears and bows and brought down the monsters as they tried to escape the fire. The battle ended quite abruptly. So abruptly as to be somewhat of a let-down. It was too easy, but few of the men harbored any suspicion. The soldiers were relieved. In their hearts they felt only glory, joy, and the satisfaction of having accomplished their mission. Now it was almost supper time so they held a banquet in celebration. The burning hill was in its entirety like one huge flame. And the fire grew more and more brilliant with each tree that was thrown into it. (76) The victory wine was passed around until the bottles were empty. And they finished the last of their rations. Some soldiers, caught up in the excitement, dared to try some grilled dragonmeat. Laughing loudly, they each made rambling speeches proclaiming how tough the monster they had slain had been. They began singing loudly and passionately about the glory of the royal soldiers. And they sang about their wives and lovers waiting at home. And they carried on into the night in high spirits, united in comradery, brothers in arms sharing their greatest moment, together. But there was one there among them who didn't join in the fun and merriment. _______________________________________________ Notes: 1In the game, I think they are Copper swords, but here it doesn't mention what material they are made from. 2So much for copper. 3Here are what Skeletons and Necrodains look like: 4They cleared the hill to prevent the fire from spreading throughout the mountainside.
  15. It's hard to do faster. Especially now that I'm on Winter break. Strangely enough, I do most of my translation work at ...work. Any particular story come to mind? Thanks. I'm glad you are enjoying it. But please wait. I've caught up to myself, so it might take some time. But the next update is Burland (well, the mountains outside Burland anyway).
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