Renamed Linaniil's sister

git-svn-id: http://svn.net-core.org/repos/t-engine4@5174 51575b47-30f0-44d4-a5cc-537603b46e54

game/modules/tome/data/general/objects/world-artifacts.lua

@@ -1774,9 +1774,9 @@ newEntity{ base = "BASE_LEATHER_BELT",
 newEntity{ base = "BASE_LEATHER_BELT",
 	power_source = {arcane=true},
 	unique = true,
-	name = "Nienna's Memory", image = "object/artifact/belt_girdle_of_preservation.png",
+	name = "Neira's Memory", image = "object/artifact/belt_girdle_of_preservation.png",
 	unided_name = "crackling belt",
-	desc = [[Ages ago this belt was worn by Linaniil herself in her youth, using its power she shielded herself from the Spellblaze rain of fire, but naught could she do for your sister Nienna.]],
+	desc = [[Ages ago this belt was worn by Linaniil herself in her youth, using its power she shielded herself from the Spellblaze rain of fire, but naught could she do for your sister Neira.]],
 	color = colors.GOLD,
 	level_range = {20, 30},
 	rarity = 200,
@@ -1793,7 +1793,7 @@ newEntity{ base = "BASE_LEATHER_BELT",
 		use = function(self, who)
 			who:setEffect(who.EFF_DAMAGE_SHIELD, 10, {power=100 + self:getMag(250)})
 			game:playSoundNear(who, "talents/arcane")
-			game.logSeen(who, "%s invokes the memory of Nienna!", who.name:capitalize())
+			game.logSeen(who, "%s invokes the memory of Neira!", who.name:capitalize())
 			return {id=true, used=true}
 		end
 	},

game/modules/tome/data/lore/angolwen.lua

@@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ But I must think of the future, for too many are the regrets of mine long past,
 
 I should know well, for I were there. But a young mage was I, though not without promise. I knew of the Shaloren mages' experiments on the Sher'Tul ruins. Aye, and I were jealous of the powers they sought to unlock. No fear or caution had I in my arrogant youth, thinking only of opportunities and glory. Heed well that thought...
 
-Two thousand six hundred cycles of the Sun have passed above my head, and yet still I cannot shake the memory of the day the sky turned to flame and the earth was torn to shreds. I felt the magic in the air, the sudden unleashing of arcane energies beyond anyone's control. I knew in an instant that the Shaloren had unlocked the power of the farportals, but the forces were far beyond their expectations. I saw within seconds the streams of blazing energy tear through the sky above our heads, and then rain down in crimson plumes of destruction. It was all I could to put a shield about myself, and the burns I suffered were terrible, such that scars remain to this day. No one about me survived. Still I remember mine sister Nienna's shortened scream as she stood beside me, her skin flayed off by the terrible energies, her body consumed by a pyre of flames, her ashes strewn by a great tumult in the earth. Twenty-six centuries have passed and still I do wake to the sound of that scream...
+Two thousand six hundred cycles of the Sun have passed above my head, and yet still I cannot shake the memory of the day the sky turned to flame and the earth was torn to shreds. I felt the magic in the air, the sudden unleashing of arcane energies beyond anyone's control. I knew in an instant that the Shaloren had unlocked the power of the farportals, but the forces were far beyond their expectations. I saw within seconds the streams of blazing energy tear through the sky above our heads, and then rain down in crimson plumes of destruction. It was all I could to put a shield about myself, and the burns I suffered were terrible, such that scars remain to this day. No one about me survived. Still I remember mine sister Neira's shortened scream as she stood beside me, her skin flayed off by the terrible energies, her body consumed by a pyre of flames, her ashes strewn by a great tumult in the earth. Twenty-six centuries have passed and still I do wake to the sound of that scream...
 
 Many were the loved ones I lost that day, and I were not alone. Countless perished across the lands, and countless more died in the chaos which followed. Then the Spellhunt began, and the people rose against the arrogance of the mages and began slaughtering us mercilessly. After the Spellblaze our abilities were in disarray, our mana channels sundered. We were nigh defenceless, and it took great effort to gather many of us together and found the hidden city of Angolwen. A great many mages were killed in the riots that followed, aye and many innocents too, for distrust was rife and the thirst for blood all-consuming. But alas, the suffering did not end there.