Αρχείο των παλιών Φόρουμ

Έχει χυθεί πολύ ηλεκτρονικό μελάνι τα τελευταία χρόνια σε αυτό το φόρουμ, γι'αυτό φροντίσαμε να το κρατήσουμε διαθέσιμο για ανάγνωση και αντιγραφή. Εδώ θα βρείτε παλιότερες συζητήσεις από την αρχή του φόρουμ (Μάιος 2012) μέχρι και τον Φεβρουάριο του 2015. Όταν τελειώσετε, ελάτε στα Boards για τα νεότερα για το League of Legends.

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ένα θερμό ευχαριστώ για την ακρόαση :)

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ShadowConfessor

Senior Member

01-22-2015

Παράθεση:
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Υπέροχη δουλειά, keep up the good work!



Thank you sir! , Αυτό θα κάνω


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Insomnia79

Senior Member

01-22-2015

ιδεα για ηρωα να κανεις την χίμαιρα, η οποία στην ελληνική μυθολογία ήταν ένα τέρας με κεφάλι λιονταριού, σώμα κατσίκας και ουρά φιδιού


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ShadowConfessor

Senior Member

02-05-2015

Έπειτα από έναν αιώνα, (blame the school ) έριξα μια ολοκληρωμένη ματιά:


Παράθεση:
Many would be surprized to learn that Demacia's most prominent archmage, Nezalon, was in fact born in Noxus, in a family of loyal minor Noxian nobility. In that capacity, the young Nezalon enjoyed a far better education than most of the kids his age recieved, but the more things he learned, the less he appreciated (were) his own position and the Noxian ruling class. Whenever he dwelved into matters of statecraft, he found only oppresion and warmonging underneath the glorious words and vague promises of the Noxian rulers, so, year after year, he came to loath his own nation and wanted to find a way to either reform it or flee from it.*

Upon reaching adulthood, he had forsaken his dream of changing his countrymen for the best. In his opinion, they were so set to their ways that any help from him would have been seen as the utmost treason, so he set in motion his plans of fleeing Noxus. His first step was to choose a quiet calling where he wouldn't be needed - or missed - by the Noxian warmonging machine, but at the same time it would provide him the excuse to further his knowledge and travel through the Noxian lands, so he enlisted to be a librarian.

A few years passed of slow endless hours and meticulous study in the sweet silence and isolation of the library and Nezalon was still bidding his time and slowly putting his escape plan to work when, one day, as he was cataloguing books, he heard a voice in his mind, coming from a bookself, saying :*

"Open the book of never-ending secrets"

Needless to say, Nezalon was stunned and afraid, but the voice echoed again in his mind, smooth and soothing, so curiocity overcame his fear and he stepped closer to the bookself. The voice was coming from a brown dusty tome titled "Endless toil, tales of insufficient power" which, according to his catalogues was just an obscure collection of mediocre adventures. He reached for the book and in his hands the illusion dissolved for his eyes alone, and the simple book transformed to a steel-bound tome with no title. Nezalon had heard of such artifacts, but had never believed them to be more than a myth. Magic tomes of power that chose who would read them .?. Even in a land filled with magic, it was a bit too much to believe, yet here he had one in his hands. He was so eager to unravel the mystery that he immediately checked out the book and went home to study it.*

The wonders within proved to be beyond his imagination. The first thing the book did was to bestow him the ability to read the language of magic and for hours on end Nezalon read compelled by the magic to read through all the book at once. When he finished it, many hours later, the book reverted to its original form and Nezalon, unable to sleep, he started reading the illusory novel and its tales. All of them were similar. Peasants and simple people that found powerful items and went on a rampage, or became tyrants or abused the magic and in the end they died realizing that all the magic power in the world was useless and insufficient to replace conventional wisdom and simple human feelings. The book was clearly giving him a warning, but why? He had read through it all and while indeed the contents were wondrous, he now knew that they were just an elaborate introduction to magic. "Powerful artifacts could be vain" thought Nezalon and he went to sleep.

After the sun had dawned and a new day had started, Nezalon found that the book was back into its steel-bound form and while he had the weird feeling that he could remember all of the book's contents perfectly, he felt compelled to open the book again. Lo and behold his amazement was beyond words. New secrets were written in the book and everyday he was forced by the magic to read them all, for with the dawn the book in both its forms renewed its content ...*

New tales and secrets never-ending every day, power beyond imagination and sorrow beyond reason, combined ... and within all that, danger. Nezalon was engrossed with reading the book. Nothing else mattered (Metallica? ), even though he knew that such artifacts imposed a heavy price on their chosen users and soon he came to find out exactly what that price was. The book somehow knew which secrets survived in the world and which survived only in its pages and Nezalon could only use and speak of the former and leave the latter untouched. His frustration was immense. Such a deep lake of knowledge and he alone could drink from it while the dry and parched world around him couldn't ever touch one drop of it. So powerful was that despair that he almost went mad from it. What good was knowledge only for himself? Why hoard knowledge and not share it or even use it? Who created such a mad book in the first place and why?

In the end, the answer was not in the steel-bound tome of magic secrets, but in the plain tales of simple men. He found out that even though he couldn't speak of the secrets, he could direct other people to gain knowledge of them. Set the course, but not give directions. Point the result, but never say the way. Change and create, but never say how. Knowledge, according to the book, was not an item to be shared freely, but a hill to climb for those that persevere. So, Nezalon had to become a magic overseer, but Noxus was the worst place for that kind of thing. Lucky for him, now he had both the power and the means to pursue his old dream of fleeing this land and maybe by helping others he could one day change his bleak homeland. So Nezalon set out for Demacia, the only land that he thought that would tolerate tinkering with the unknown magical forces that only he knew of. And in that belief he was not disappointed. Soon he was hailed as an archmage by his peers and he was given his own magical fortress filled with staff doing research.*

The book's purpose was being fulfilled and Nezalon was happy both with his new home and his profession, but one day he woke up to find that suddenly the book was empty of anything new. No more secrets would come forth from it and on the first page it read "With this, you are the book and the book is you. Offer a new secret to the pages and you shall be free". The message was clear. He had to find a new secret to add to the book and, with trepidation, he finally understood that what he had been reading all this time was the life-work of countless others like him that spent their lives learning the book and then adding to it. Whoever thought of that book was cunning indeed and Nezalon wouldn't age nor die after reaching the final page. Only a new secret would give him freedom. But where to find one? He alone knew more than any one alive could ever learn, or even dream, in several hundreds of lifespans. The only fountain of innovation and people mad enough to uncover new dangerous secrets equivalent to the book's that he could think of was "The League of Legends". So, just like the tales in the book, he joined the endless toil of the League in hope of unravelling some new powerful secret magic behind the other participants' powers ...



Strumf αν μπορείς να δεις διαφορές (λίγο στην αρχή είναι μόνο, όπου πίστευα ότι ταίριαζαν κάποιες λέξεις) και επίσης να μου πεις τι σημαίνουν οι υπογραμμισμένες λέξεις (don't trust Google in similar situations)


Ευχαριστώ


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Strumfojeth

Senior Member

02-06-2015

Ευχαρίστως

prominent = διαπρεπής, διάσημος,
nobility = η κάστα των ευγενών
dwelved into matters of statecraft : dwelve = αναλύω υπερβολικά , statecraft = η τεχνη της διακυβέρνησης
οppresion and warmonging underneath : oppresion ειναι η καταπίεση, warmonger ειναι o πολεμοχαρής
warmonging machine = αρα μεταφορικά αυτό σημαίνει "η διαδικασίες ετοιμασίας για πόλεμο"
enlisted = enrolled = εγγραφή (σε λίστα, σε υπηρεσία, σε τοποθεσία)
meticulous = προσεκτικός, εξονυχιστικός ... αγαπημένη φράση το meticulous scrutiny = εξονυχιστική διερεύνηση
loathe = αηδια σε συνδυασμό με μίσος
Endless toil, tales of insufficient power : toil = σκληρή εργασία, συνήθως χειρονακτική
obscure = κυριολεκτικά ο μή φανερός, οτι είναι δύσκολο να το δεις ... μεταφορικά είναι οτι ειναι πολύπλοκο και δυσνόητο ή σπάνιο
illusion dissolved = illusion είναι η ψευδαίσθηση και το dissolve είναι η διάλυση ...
unravel = κυριολεκτικά σημαίνει λύσιμο
bestow = προσδίδω, δίδω, χαρίζω,
compelled = υποχρεώθηκε, αναγκάστηκε
conventional = συμβατικά, συνηθισμένα
elaborate = περίτεχνα
Lo and behold = http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lo_and_behold δεν εξηγείται αυτό με λιγες λέξεις
engrossed = απορροφημένος, προσυλωμένος
imposed = impose, επιβάλω
speak of the former and leave the latter untouched = former and latter ... το πρώτο και το δεύτερο
immense = τεραστίου μεγέθους
overseer = επόπτης
tinkering = tinker, μαστορευω, περιεργάζομαι
peers = συνάδελφοι, ίσοι σε βαθμό
trepidation = ανησυχία
cunning = πονηριά
lifespans = χρόνος ζωής
equivalent = ισάξιο, αντίστοιχο


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ShadowConfessor

Senior Member

02-06-2015

να'σαι καλά μεγάλε, σ'ευχαριστώ