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Morrigan would like to express that these were things said at our gaming table that we thought were funny enough to need translating. No offense or harm is intended.
Drow to Common: Insults (By Morrigan T)
| DROW | COMMON |
|---|---|
| Waele Rivvil! | Stupid Human! |
| Alu tsoss biu cretok! | Go kiss an orc! |
| Dos ph' nempori lu' dosst ilhar ofil'nisha dos suingmc. | You're ugly and your momma dresses you funny. |
| Waele Jaluk! | Stupid Male! |
| Dos ph' valuk wun dosst usstzigh | You are king in your imagination |
| Dos gow saph natha rivvil | You smell like a human |
| Cal shu lu' el! | Eat shit and die! |
| Xun dos rin'ov zu'tour phor? | Do you ever shut up? |
| ele xun naut udos jivvin natha nibele d' veldri lu' alu vith dosstan? | Why don't we play a game of hide and go F... yourself? |
| Qualla fre'sla harl su'aco dal uns'aa. | Please stand downwind from me. |
| Uk's ji inlul, uk's natha wahven d' waess. | He's so small, he's a waste of skin. |
| Uk orn'la morfeth natha tet elghinyrr khel | He'd make a lovely corpse. |
| Ka dosst clau zhahus llar mzild jatha'la, dos orn'la tlu jaluk. | If your dick was three inches bigger, you'd be male. |
| zil feir tluin natha faern, dos morfeth natha zhennu s'lat'halin | As far as being a wizard, you make a great fighter |
| wun dosst shar, ol zhah natha verve killian, wun irr'jahk ol zhah natha keeshe | In your mind, it is a long sword, in reality it is a dagger |
| Dosst sarol's jabbuk zhahus natha kuma. | Your weapon's master was a kobold. |
| Dosst odor zhah er'griff drada a nindel d' natha to'ryll maelthra's air'oth. | Your odor is only rivaled by that of a green dragon's breath. |
| 'udtila dosst jindurn jivviim p'wal ol zhah elggin uns'aa | Does your face hurt cuz it's killing me. |
| Ussta khel zhah saph natha Yath. Drill gaer ph' nau services yallt. uns'aa. | My body is like a temple. But there are no services today. |
| Dos inbal l' t'zarreth d' natha yibin ilharess ilhar | You have the ass of a weak Matron Mother |
| Ka a ust dos xuat wynthye, houj xal tlu dosst | If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style. |
| os zhahen du'ased a l' phraktos d' houj | You were blessed by the gods of failure. |
| Uk zhah simply nathas u'aco lorith whol natha rath illing ulu z'haan phor. | He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. |
| Ril draeval Usstan lor a dos, Usstan inbau natha raeh'li ssinssrin tludwalc | Every time I look at you, I get a fierce desire to be lonesome. |
| Usstan ssinssrin nindel udos tlu alur niki | I desire that we be better strangers. |
| Ilta fergin zhah ji jatha'la, dos inbal ulu mri'kul natha lorulm ulu dosst t'zarreth ji dos xun naut rei wun. | Her pussy is so loose, you have to fasten a board to your ass in case you fall in. |
| Dos inbalus ulu fre'sla wun line ulu phlith ukta/ilta | You had to stand in line to hate him/her. |
| Vel'drav Usstan talinth d' dos, Usstan talinth d' feir tarthe k'laren, l' feir l' alur | When I think of you, I think of far away places, the farther the better. |
| Dos llaar inbal ulu inbau ulu zhaun ukta ulu phlith ukta/ilta. | ou really have to get to know him to dislike him/her. |
| Ka er'griff uk orn'la niar ukt plica, Usstan orn'la lassrinn ol | If only he'd wash his neck, I'd wring it. |
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