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The Diplomat's Phrasebook

With the diversity of language between different tribes today, it is important to be able to commuicate with their representatives in their own languages.

With an eye to making this easy on the budding EM diplomat, we hereby present the following useful diplomatic phrases, translated from the familiar Sebiestor into Vherokior, Brutor and Krushal.

Sebiestor: Oh, I say, old chap! You appear to be Kill on Sight! Shall we have at it?
Vherokior: Like... Woah... Dude! You are messing with my chi!
Brutor: Me smash!
Krushal: Huh?

Sebiestor: Golly, my alliance chums have flagged you as a competitor. I had best take up a defensive posture!
Vherokior: Man... that's just... like... totally kharma...
Brutor: Me smash you next!
Krushal: Sorry, did you say something to me?

Sebiestor: Your alliance is neutral. Shall we make a NAP ?
Vherokior: Duuuuude, you need to take a staaaaaand....
Brutor: Me hungry now
Krushal: Back in a mo...

Sebiestor: Ah, Toppers! Nice to see you, old pal, wot wot?
Vherokior: Yeah, man, we're like totally on the same wavelength (At this point, the diplomat should wave his or her arm back and forth in an even, horizontal motion to indicate said wavelength)
Brutor: We drink! Honour fallen warriors!
Krushal: AFK a sec

Sebiestor: Good-oh! We already have a NAP. Chuffing good news, eh?
Vherokior: Dude... (At this point, the diplomat should place his arm around the NAPed party and breathe on their face according to ancient Vherokior ceremonial practice) Dude... I LOVE you, dude! (To cry at this juncture is considered an excecptionally honourable gesture)
Brutor: Sleepy now
Krushal: What did I miss?

Sebiestor: Jinkies! You have behaved most inappropriately! I'm afraid I have no other choice than to wardec your alliance and/or corporation!
Vherokior: Bats! There's bats everywhere!
Brutor: Me smash.... IN RENS! Ha ha ha ha!
Krushal: Oh... bugger

Sebiestor: Thank you ever so for agreeing to this negotiation, Legatus
Vherokior: We just have to... like... make love... not war...
Brutor: (It is considered higly inappropriate to speak during the sacred Eating of the Amarrian's Leg)
Krushal: Laaaag

Sebiestor: These rats look rather japey. Can I hunt them here?
Vherokior: Uhhh... My landlord has like... totally locked me out of my spacestation. Can I crash at your pad?
Brutor: I will hunt these rats, as my father did and his father before him, into the very depths of time. The Spirits of my Ancestors will behold my prowess as a mighty warrior of the Tribes, and this day, I swear by this, my mother's Khuumak, we shall be avenged against the foul nation of Amarr! (This declaration is applicable in all parts of space, regardless of rat type)
Krushal: I'm stuck on the gate

Sebiestor: Hmm. There's rather a lot of them. Shall we make a gang?
Vherokior: Party onnnnn. Duuuuuude!
Brutor: (There is no translation for this sentence into tribal Brutor. They do not need gangs.)
Krushal: I need to relog.

It should be noted, that when in Vherikior territory, if you do not know what to say, you should always say "Dude!" and invade your opposite number's personal space. The precise meaning of the ancestral phrase "Dude" is not known. Largely because no one cares.

All Matari will adopt Amarrian, and thus this phrasebook will become obsolete!

scagga Wrote:All Matari will adopt Amarrian, and thus this phrasebook will become obsolete!

Yes, Matari do have the habit of adopting. We adopt slaves from Amarrian space and give them a good home. As for the phrasebook, it may become obsolete, but will remain as a historical reference for all time.

Might I suggest you spend some quality time with the likes of Rodj Blake and Archbishop? It may influence and improve your ability to parrot the Amarrian language.

*points at Eva* I like her.

Oh, I mean... "ORC SMASH!"
No wait! Shit... Uh...

Tired now. *click*

To educate and entertain, I have added Caldari translations!
Sebiestor: Oh, I say, old chap! You appear to be Kill on Sight! Shall we have at it?
Vherokior: Like... Woah... Dude! You are messing with my chi!
Brutor: Me smash!
Krushal: Huh?
Caldari: Eat missiles!

Sebiestor: Golly, my alliance chums have flagged you as a competitor. I had best take up a defensive posture!
Vherokior: Man... that's just... like... totally kharma...
Brutor: Me smash you next!
Krushal: Sorry, did you say something to me?
Caldari: Hey, I hear there's great [insert moneymaking venture] in [insert nearby system known to be camped by pirates].

Sebiestor: Your alliance is neutral. Shall we make a NAP ?
Vherokior: Duuuuude, you need to take a staaaaaand....
Brutor: Me hungry now
Krushal: Back in a mo...
Caldari: Perhaps an NAP would be an appropriate gesture?

Sebiestor: Ah, Toppers! Nice to see you, old pal, wot wot?
Vherokior: Yeah, man, we're like totally on the same wavelength (At this point, the diplomat should wave his or her arm back and forth in an even, horizontal motion to indicate said wavelength)
Brutor: We drink! Honour fallen warriors!
Krushal: AFK a sec
Caldari: How's business?

Sebiestor: Good-oh! We already have a NAP. Chuffing good news, eh?
Vherokior: Dude... (At this point, the diplomat should place his arm around the NAPed party and breathe on their face according to ancient Vherokior ceremonial practice) Dude... I LOVE you, dude! (To cry at this juncture is considered an excecptionally honourable gesture)
Brutor: Sleepy now
Krushal: What did I miss?
Caldari: I see we already have an NAP. Good flying, then.

Sebiestor: Jinkies! You have behaved most inappropriately! I'm afraid I have no other choice than to wardec your alliance and/or corporation!
Vherokior: Bats! There's bats everywhere!
Brutor: Me smash.... IN RENS! Ha ha ha ha!
Krushal: Oh... bugger
Caldari: As of now, a state of war exists between [insert long name of your corp/alliance, ie Electus Matari] and [insert long name of wartarget, ie Curatores Veritatis Alliance]

Sebiestor: Thank you ever so for agreeing to this negotiation, Legatus
Vherokior: We just have to... like... make love... not war...
Brutor: (It is considered higly inappropriate to speak during the sacred Eating of the Amarrian's Leg)
Krushal: Laaaag
Caldari: Perhaps this will lead to a mutually profitable venture.

Sebiestor: These rats look rather japey. Can I hunt them here?
Vherokior: Uhhh... My landlord has like... totally locked me out of my spacestation. Can I crash at your pad?
Brutor: I will hunt these rats, as my father did and his father before him, into the very depths of time. The Spirits of my Ancestors will behold my prowess as a mighty warrior of the Tribes, and this day, I swear by this, my mother's Khuumak, we shall be avenged against the foul nation of Amarr! (This declaration is applicable in all parts of space, regardless of rat type)
Krushal: I'm stuck on the gate
Caldari: Time to get paid.

Sebiestor: Hmm. There's rather a lot of them. Shall we make a gang?
Vherokior: Party onnnnn. Duuuuuude!
Brutor: (There is no translation for this sentence into tribal Brutor. They do not need gangs.)
Krushal: I need to relog.
Caldari: Form up, people.

scagga Wrote:All Matari will adopt Amarrian, and thus this phrasebook will become obsolete!

Ah yes the langauge of two-syllables, and sexually frustrated shouting.

In the spirit of Cultural Dialogue I have collected a few Ni-Kunni and Amarrian sayings for your perusal...

Wha?!

Not -all- of us Vherokior talk like that...but thanks for bringing back some old memories.

*grins*

Duuuude, I love you thiiiis much. *hugs Eva*

*leaves before someone shoots him, still grinning*

and now for the Amarrian ones


Sebiestor: Oh, I say, old chap! You appear to be Kill on Sight! Shall we have at it?
Vherokior: Like... Woah... Dude! You are messing with my chi!
Brutor: Me smash!
Krushal: Huh?
Caldari: Eat missiles!
Amarrian: Prepare for Purification Heathen!

Sebiestor: Golly, my alliance chums have flagged you as a competitor. I had best take up a defensive posture!
Vherokior: Man... that's just... like... totally kharma...
Brutor: Me smash you next!
Krushal: Sorry, did you say something to me?
Caldari: Hey, I hear there's great [insert moneymaking venture] in [insert nearby system known to be camped by pirates].
Amarrian: Leavs this place or Bow before you one True master!

Sebiestor: Your alliance is neutral. Shall we make a NAP ?
Vherokior: Duuuuude, you need to take a staaaaaand....
Brutor: Me hungry now
Krushal: Back in a mo...
Caldari: Perhaps an NAP would be an appropriate gesture?
Amarrian: You of the lesser race shall follow us in the glory of god!

Sebiestor: Ah, Toppers! Nice to see you, old pal, wot wot?
Vherokior: Yeah, man, we're like totally on the same wavelength (At this point, the diplomat should wave his or her arm back and forth in an even, horizontal motion to indicate said wavelength)
Brutor: We drink! Honour fallen warriors!
Krushal: AFK a sec
Caldari: How's business?
Amarrian: Hail pilot, How does thou feel today?

Sebiestor: Good-oh! We already have a NAP. Chuffing good news, eh?
Vherokior: Dude... (At this point, the diplomat should place his arm around the NAPed party and breathe on their face according to ancient Vherokior ceremonial practice) Dude... I LOVE you, dude! (To cry at this juncture is considered an excecptionally honourable gesture)
Brutor: Sleepy now
Krushal: What did I miss?
Caldari: I see we already have an NAP. Good flying, then.
Amarrian: I see your serve us well, Carry on and god shall bestow you with great rewards!

Sebiestor: Jinkies! You have behaved most inappropriately! I'm afraid I have no other choice than to wardec your alliance and/or corporation!
Vherokior: Bats! There's bats everywhere!
Brutor: Me smash.... IN RENS! Ha ha ha ha!
Krushal: Oh... bugger
Caldari: As of now, a state of war exists between [insert long name of your corp/alliance, ie Electus Matari] and [insert long name of wartarget, ie Curatores Veritatis Alliance]
Amarrian: You DARE defile the great Amarrian nation sir? then prepare to meet your end! a thousand ships shall gather and blot out the sun!

Sebiestor: Thank you ever so for agreeing to this negotiation, Legatus
Vherokior: We just have to... like... make love... not war...
Brutor: (It is considered higly inappropriate to speak during the sacred Eating of the Amarrian's Leg)
Krushal: Laaaag
Caldari: Perhaps this will lead to a mutually profitable venture.
Amarrian: Repent, Repent now and God shall forgive thee!

Sebiestor: These rats look rather japey. Can I hunt them here?
Vherokior: Uhhh... My landlord has like... totally locked me out of my spacestation. Can I crash at your pad?
Brutor: I will hunt these rats, as my father did and his father before him, into the very depths of time. The Spirits of my Ancestors will behold my prowess as a mighty warrior of the Tribes, and this day, I swear by this, my mother's Khuumak, we shall be avenged against the foul nation of Amarr! (This declaration is applicable in all parts of space, regardless of rat type)
Krushal: I'm stuck on the gate
Caldari: Time to get paid.
Amarrian: Heathen Scum, God shall burn your souls!

Sebiestor: Hmm. There's rather a lot of them. Shall we make a gang?
Vherokior: Party onnnnn. Duuuuuude!
Brutor: (There is no translation for this sentence into tribal Brutor. They do not need gangs.)
Krushal: I need to relog.
Caldari: Form up, people.
Amarrian: (Amaarians never surrender or retreat they just prefer giant golden blobs)

Khanjohn Wrote:Amarrian: (Amaarians never surrender or retreat they just prefer giant golden blobs)

Yeah, right.

That'll be while they have the warp-drives on the fronts of their ships.

So they can say they faced the enemy (while they're running like little girls).