Posted by: Snafzg
On: Jun 15, 2009 at 10:27pm
I'm sure everyone has already figured out the cartouches by now, but I received my very own Rosetta Bone package today and figured you might be interested. Very nice effort by Mythic on this blogger outreach/marketing strategy, even if I'm not exactly active in WAR these days.
Here's the transcribed journal entry:
Day 3
Farinelli decided it'd be easier to climb the rocky crags than the desert sands. Why'd I listen to him? We left the river behind 'n have made our way up a twistin' path. It was hotter than a Bright Wizard's piss pot, 'n those birds were flappin' around over our heads. The closer I got, the less I liked the look of 'em.
Phillippi, a bandit at heart, spotted a temple at the top of a nearby ridge. We doubled our pace. The land around the temple crawled with large beetles, so Venezia put in some target practice with his bow. The vermin were harmless enough, 'n we moved towards a nearby platform that crackled with fiery power.
There's nothing to fear says Phillippi, rushin' towards the platform.
The ground in front of him exploded 'n a huge snake made of yellowed bones lashed out. Phillippi screamed 'n stagged backwards. The sound of his agony echoed around the canyon 'n the men stopped in their tracks with their jaws hangin' slack 'n stupid.
What was Phillippi's face streamed blood, with two holes were where his eyes use to be. He screamed again and the snake struck him from behind, pullin' his head off like a drunk pulls a cork from a wine bottle.
The others ran, 'n me with em. Stupid, running into the temple, but I followed anyway. Best to be one target among many than to be alone. On seein what was in the temple, we was soon runnin' again. Least the creatures inside paid us little mind. All withered faces 'n the stink of ancient death. Cursin' Farinelli 'n the fallen Phillippi, we fled back to the rocky desert.
There must be simpler pickin's elsewhere. We'll search to the west tomorrow.
Hope it helps!
