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<blockquote data-quote="H.M.Gimlord" data-source="post: 5919409" data-attributes="member: 79440">[OOC][MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]:&nbsp; The trick is to read it phonetically about three times.&nbsp; Picture a really thick Irish accent mixed with some urban Queen's English and you'll get the idea.&nbsp; I think it would be more understandable spoken than written, but there you have it: the limitations of the written word.&nbsp;As Mark Twain said: &quot;I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding.&quot;[/OOC][sblock=Translation]Blagarm rolls his eyes, Mikara would love this fellow!His face turns red with all the rage a fat bartender can manage, &quot;Don't you go strolling into here and blame me for what the owner wants to do!&quot; he wags a finger at Leather, &quot;I just work here! I don't make the rules!&quot;Oi, this fellow is not getting a beer from me tonight.Then he rounds on ironheart, &quot;And you!&quot; his face still red, steam practically exploding from the neckline of his apron, &quot;You can bet I'll have a roaring fire on the hearth every night! And made of dumb trees!&nbsp; Not such as yourself!&quot; he nods haughtily and folds his arm across his corpulent chest, &quot;And if you don't like it, you can get your beer somewhere else!&quot;[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="H.M.Gimlord, post: 5919409, member: 79440"] [OOC][MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]: The trick is to read it phonetically about three times. Picture a really thick Irish accent mixed with some urban Queen's English and you'll get the idea. I think it would be more understandable spoken than written, but there you have it: the limitations of the written word. As Mark Twain said: "I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding."[/OOC][sblock=Translation]Blagarm rolls his eyes, [COLOR=orange][I]Mikara would love this fellow![/I][/COLOR] His face turns red with all the rage a fat bartender can manage, [COLOR=yellow]"Don't you go strolling into here and blame me for what the owner wants to do!"[/COLOR] he wags a finger at Leather, [COLOR=yellow]"I just work here! I don't make the rules!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=darkorange]Oi, this fellow is not getting a beer from me tonight.[/COLOR] Then he rounds on ironheart, [COLOR=yellow]"And you!"[/COLOR] his face still red, steam practically exploding from the neckline of his apron, [COLOR=yellow]"You can bet I'll have a roaring fire on the hearth every night! And made of [I]dumb [/I]trees! Not such as yourself!"[/COLOR] he nods haughtily and folds his arm across his corpulent chest, [COLOR=yellow]"And if you don't like it, you can get your beer somewhere else!"[/COLOR] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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