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TemplesVersion originale
Attention!L'entrée dans les lieux publiques existe en trois exemplaires quasi identiques dans le fichier TEMPLATE.DAT. Une au tout début qui semble être la version standard, et les deux autres, rarement utilisées, sont à la fin du fichier. La priorité est donc de s'occuper de la première, et de ne s'occuper des autres que quand c'est nécessaire. Si vous tenez à traduire les trois versions, prenez gardes aux fausse ressemblances: Il arrive qu'un seul mot soit modifié entre deux versions, et que ça inverse le sens d'une partie du texte...
Vous entrez au %tem, reconnaissant d'echapper a l'eclatant soleil d'ete et aux vents froids. Vous entendez chanter plus loin...& La brulure de vos coups de soleils s'apaise a l'instant ou vous entrez au %tem. Plus loin, vous entendez le murmure de chants. C'est un lieu de grande paix.& Le dieu qui protege le %tem doit etre vraiment puissant, car l'interieur a la clarte du soleil d'ete et le confort d'un lieu ombrage. Un agreable parfum d'encens emplit l'air.& 528 caractères dont 38 inutilisés
You enter the %tem, shaking the rain off of yourself. You can hear chanting in the distance...& You enter the hallowed ground of the %tem sanctuary, the sounds of the summer rain mixing with that of the chanting clergy. All your tension, like the water, flows away.& A fine mist, escaped from the tempest outside, has flooded the %tem sanctuary bringing all the smells of summer with it. You recognize the sing-song prayer of the clergy as a plea for a benevolent winter sun.&
You enter the %tem, hoping that your spirits can be lifted on this gray, overcast day. You can hear chanting in the distance...& As miserable as the summer day is, it is less eerie than the sterile %tem sanctuary. No birds or insects can be heard in here, and the air is empty of both smell and temperature. It may be very holy indeed, but you feel like you have stepped into a void.& The %tem sanctuary is a haven for all, a place of self reflection, solitude, and prayer. It is always perfectly mild in here, as cold and cloudy as the day outside may be...&
Vous entrez au %tem et un froide brise automnale vous accompagne dans ces lieux sanctifies. Vous entendez un chant lointain...& L'odeur moisie de l'automne a l'exterieur se mele avec le parfum epice de l'encens lorsque vous entrez au %tem...& Les vitraux colores du %tem capturent les rayons du soleil d'automne et les transforment en feux crystallins.& 403 caractères dont 27 inutilisés
You enter the warm %tem, shaking the cold rain off of yourself. You can hear chanting in the distance...& Wet from the autumn thunderstorm, you enter the %tem, dripping. The warm smell of incense begins to invigorate you, and in the distance, you can hear the %tem clergy at prayer.& It is a place of peace, this %tem sanctuary. Only by concentrating on the world outside yourself can you hear the vague drumbeat of the autumn thunderstorm outside.&
Vous entrez dans le %tem, esperant que vos esprits seront la par ce jour froid et couvert. Vous entendez des chants plus loin...& C'est un miserable jour d'automne, mais dans le %tem, regne la foi que l'hiver ne sera pas trop meurtrier...& Le froid et de sombres nuages entourent le %tem, mais une fois dedans, tout est clair et chaleureux. Des nuages d'encens parfumes vous accueillent.& 415 caractères dont 2 inutilisés
You enter the %tem, rubbing your hands together to warm them on this frozen winter's day. You can hear chanting in the distance...& The %tem sanctuary is as austerely beautiful as the bright winter's day outside. Tendrils of sweet incense rise from the floor as if in greeting...& On a day as cold as it is blindingly bright, it is easy to see why this part of the %tem is called the sanctuary. Far off to the distance, you can hear the clergy at prayer.&
You enter the %tem, shaking the cold off of yourself and stamping your feet to warm them. You can hear chanting in the distance...& Brushing the cold off you walk into the %tem sanctuary. The smell of incense strikes you immediately; spicy and somewhat sweet...& You trail some cold into the %tem sanctuary as you enter. The air is as cold as the outdoors, yet filled with the smell of incense and the sound of the clergy praying...&
You enter the %tem, rubbing your hands to warm them and hoping that your spirits can be lifted on this cold, overcast day. You can hear chanting in the distance...& Already you can feel the power of the %tem sanctuary, thawing your frigid body, brightening your spirits which have grown dark as the cloud filled sky...& Strange sounds and smells meet you as you leave the cold, cloudy winter's day: the incense's bittersweet aroma is new to your senses and the clergy of %tem sing solemnly in a language dead for many eons...&
You enter the %tem and a chill spring breeze follows you, bringing with it the smell of fresh air. You can hear chanting in the distance...& It is bright and fresh in the %tem sanctuary as the spring day outside. In the distance, you can hear the chanting of the clergy.& The smell of the fresh arctic air of spring that came into the %tem sanctuary with you mixes with the slightly spicy smell of incense. You can hear the clergy far away, giving a pray of thanksgiving for the beauty of the new year.&
You enter the %tem, shaking the cool rain off of yourself. You can hear chanting in the distance...& Trailing puddles of warm spring rain behind you, you enter the %tem sanctuary. An open window lets the smell of the storm in, overpowering the sweet incense of the %tem itself.& Wiping the cool rain from your shoulders and head, you walk into the %tem sanctuary. Off to the distance, you can hear the clergy, prayer in a sing-song for a good planting season for the farmers...&
You enter the %tem wishing that the sun would return and make the day a truly pleasant one. You can hear chanting in the distance...& You walk into the %tem, smelling the sweet incense that rises like a cloud from the sanctuary floor. In the distance, you hear the clergy praying for a return of the sun to this dreary and cold spring day...& You enter the %tem, gray as this spring day sky. Almost immediately the bittersweet smell of the incense strengthens your spirit. The clergy drone their prayers far off in the distance.&
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