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Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon
Prologue IV
"Marth and his knights took refuge in a forest near Altea's borders,
lying low while they waiting for the right chance to escape the
kingdom. Before long, the enemy grew less watchful: the time to slip
away had come. Still, the prince could not quell the sadness in his
heart for his
sister Elice."
Malledus:
Prince Marth. ...Sire? Sire! Are you listening?!
Marth:
Huh? ...Oh. Malledus.
Malledus:
Get ahold of yourself, Sire! I know how you grieve, but the
Gra host that pursues us will not be interested. We must keep moving,
and with all haste at that.
Marth:
I...I'm sorry. These thoughts are hard to put aside.
Malledus:
From here, we will cross out of Altea and begin our escape to
Talys.
I trust you are prepared?
Marth:
Talys... I've heard the name. An island kingdom to the east,
isn't it?
Malledus:
That is correct. The king there was a good friend to your
father- and perhaps more importantly, a true friend. It was Princess
Elice's wish that you seek refuge in Talys should things ever go awry.
Marth:
Me, but not her...
Malledus:
I've arranged for a boat to take us from the northeast shore.
But to get there, we'll first need to cut through a prison to the
north. I managed to come by a key to the premises. Let me hand it over.
(Obtain Door Key)
Malledus:
Now, on the road, you may notice people who seem to be
fighting for Gra against their own wishes. Before you resort to your
blade, you should try talking to them first.
(Houses)
Young Man:
Boy, I don’t envy you! The enemy horde is closing in on
you faster’n a bolt of Thoron. You and your friends had better hightail
it on outta here!
Old Man:
Sometimes victory on a battlefield requires that someone
you care about make a sacrifice. But parting with one comrade may be
the only way to meet another. You need to accept your losses in life
and move forward.
(End Houses)
(At the end of the first Player phase)
Captain:
Enemies south of the prison?
Soldier:
Yes, sir. Not many of 'em, but the scouts say they're a
tough bunch all the same. And guess who's with 'em...
Captain:
...You're saying the prince is coming this way?
Soldier:
Yes, sir. How ought we proceed? The main force 'as yet to
arrive, and- to be honest, sir- we need 'em.
Captain:
Bah! You're cowed too easily. We can win...if we set a trap.
Soldier:
Er...a trap, sir?
Captain:
The prince of Altea will be ours. Just do as I tell you, and
we'll pluck this royal plum long before the main force can show up to
steal all the glory. Heh...
(At the end of the Enemy phase)
Ruffian:
You! Inside!
Gordin:
Grrrmph...
Ruffian:
Heh. I thought Altea was the great 'ero Anri's kingdom! Didn't
take more'n a couple of days to break you, now did it, Gaggles?
Gordin:
Mmph! Arrumph!
Ruffian:
What's the matter, Gaggles? Can't talk cause you're gagged,
Gaggles? Ba ha ha! I'll letcha in on a little secret. Altea's little
princeling is on 'is way 'ere right this moment.
Gordin:
.....!
Ruffian:
Ooh, but sad for you, you look awful dangerous in the
uniform... MISTER GRA SOLDIER! Ha! Soon as the prince sees you, 'e'll
say, "Yow! It's an enemy ambush!"-And that'll be the end of you.
Gordin:
Gugrrrmph!
Ruffian:
Once the prince sticks you like a pig, we get to call him
Marth the Tyrant, coz 'e kills 'is own countrymen.
Ruffian:
Won't that be an 'oot!
Gordin:
Rrrmph.
Ruffian:
So long, Gaggles! Better start praying to your 'igher deity of
choice!
(Recruiting Gordin)
Marth:
Yow! It's an enemy ambush!
Gordin:
Rrrgmph mrph!
Marth:
Huh? You've been gagged? Here, I'll get that... Wait, I know
you! You're one of our archers, er...
Gordin:
Gordin, sire! My name is Gordin. The enemy captured me and left
me in this mortifying state.
Marth:
I see. Well, I'm glad you're unharmed. But I'm afraid we cannot
stay here a moment longer. Stay behind me and-
Gordin:
I can fight, sire! If you have a bow I could use, I would be
honored to fight at your side.
(In the next Enemy phase)
Jiol:
Listen, men. Your target is the prince. Find the prince of Altea
and bring me his head served on a shield!
(He leaves and conversation goes to Marth and Malledus)
Marth:
Look there!
Malledus:
No...Anri save us...Of all the places to be beset! Sire, that
is Gra's main force- and they are accompanied by the knights of Grust's
Sable Order. Our chances of routing them are slim, I'm afraid, and
those of slipping away undetected afterward, all but nil...
Marth:
Then we've no hope?
Malledus:
I...I can think of one strategy. We could leave a decoy
behind for when the enemy catches up.
Marth:
A decoy?
Malledus:
It's you they're after, sire. Were one of your men to stay
behind disguised as you...Well, the enemy ought to take the bait. That
would give you, and the others time to escape.
(Points at fort)
Malledus:
One of your men must make for that fortress on the south
highroad.
He will act as a decoy by dressing as you and luring the enemy force
away.
Marth:
But Malledus, how will he find his way back to us?
Malledus:
Sire...He may not. You must part with one of your comrades.
There is no other way.
Marth:
...Well, I will find a way! You cannot expect me to agree
to...to abandon one of our own to a death at the hands of the enemy.
Surely there must be another way...
(Marth leaves)
Malledus:
Forgive me, sire...But this is our only chance. You know as
well as I do that you must not die here today.
(Marth used as a decoy)
Malledus:
No, sire! Get back here! One of your other men must take that position!
(Insert name here used as a decoy)
Insert name here:
I won’t fail you.
(On next Enemy phase)
Enemy soldier 1:
Look! It's...it's Prince Marth!
Enemy soldier 2:
Oh yeah? Who's that, then? That bloke over there is
dressed in the same clothes. Could be either of 'em.
(Jiol enters)
Jiol:
Simpletons! Use your heads! One of them ran; the other didn't.
What does that tell you? Easy! The one who stayed behind is trying to
buy time for the one who fled.
Enemy Soldier:
So, er...the one who took off is-
Jiol:
The real prince, you idiot, yes! Hie, troops, after him! Put that
craven whip to the sword!
(Whole army leaves)
Marth:
(Insert name of gone character)? Wait! (Insert name of gone
character)!
Quickly, Malledus, we must head south and rescue him!
Malledus:
No, sire. We have to press on.
Marth:
Press on? (Insert name) might be dying back there!
Malledus:
If he were, then why would you be so selfish as to let him
die in vain?
Honor him, by allowing his life and his choice to mean something!
Marth:
...(insert name).
Marth:
......
Marth:
...All right.
Marth:
I will honor him. ...I will go.
(Conversation moves to enemy)
Captain:
The prince fled south? Bah! Seems the plum's fallen too far
from our tree... No matter. Open the north door! We can still crush the
Altean rabble he left behind...
(If Gordin was killed before recruiting)
Marth:
Blast! That archer was on our side!
Captain:
They killed the captive? Heh heh... What fools! Hie, let's give them
the punishment fools deserve! Open the north door! Lure them out and
strike them down!
(If Marth is the only one still alive and waits in front of the north
door)
Captain:
All but the prince have been slain? Good. Open the north door! The
little whelp is ours now!
(When approaching village on map)
Malledus:
Sire, there is a village over yonder. Its residents may be
willing to help. Why don't you try paying them a visit?
(Visiting the Village)
Woman:
My word! Aren’t you – No, you cannot stay here! Run! Before
their soldiers come back! Here, this is the bow my granddaughter always
used. Take it, sire! Please, promise you’ll stay safe…
(Obtained Steel Bow)
(After seizing escape point, with 4 or less characters remaining)
Draug:
Prince Marth! Make haste, sire!
Marth:
Draug, is that you? What are you doing here?
Norne:
Draug, sir! The enemy has crossed the border from the west!
They’ll be upon us soon!
Draug:
Right, we’re on our way. Sire, this is Norne. She heard wind of
our struggles and wishes to fight for Altea.
Norne:
Prince Marth, ’tis an honor. By your leave, though, I’ll be
savin’ the curtsy-bobbin’ for later. Quickly, sire!
(After seizing escape point, with 5 characters remaining)
Draug:
Prince Marth! Make haste, sire!
Marth:
Draug, is that you? What are you doing here?
Draug:
I received word from Sir Malledus to ready a vessel, that we
might slip away discreetly by sea.
(Conversation goes to the main army with (Insert name))
Jiol:
This is...the wrong prince? No! You dare make a fool of me? Kill
him!
Make this faux prince SUFFER!
(If Jagen was the decoy)
Jagen:
Heh, these old bones are still good for something. Farewell, my
prince. Live, and grow strong…
(If Cain was the decoy)
Cain:
Glory to Altea, land of my birth! Farewell, sire!
Fortune protect you...
(If Abel was the decoy)
Abel:
Good... Altea's hope is restored. Farewell sire. Fortune protect you...
(If Frey was the decoy)
Frey:
Count this knight honored to die in the service of his prince.
Live, sire, and grow strong…
(If Gordin was the decoy)
Gordin:
I was dead anyway till you came, sir... If I'm to die again, at least
let me die for you. Fortune protect you sire...
(Chapter End)
"And so Marth and his knights left Altea, heavy of heart and bleary of
age..."
(Jagen if he is still present or Draug if Jagen is absent)
Jagen/Draug:
Look, sire. See how Altea shrinks on the horizon...
Marth:
..aven...
Jagen/Draug:
I beg your pardon?
Marth:
I am a craven. Powerless to save my sister, to staunch my
kingdom's wounds; to ease my people's fears...
Jagen/Draug:
This...was your only recourse, sire. But surely, one day,
you will be able to set things right...
Marth:
"Surely"? Why do words of such conviction smack so much of
uncertainty when spoken? Not surely, Jagen/Draug. Assuredly. Gra will
pay for their acts. Today, though, allow me to wallow in this pain, to
feel every awful twist of it. I never want to forget.
Jagen/Draug:
Sire...
Marth:
I will return, Altea! Your prince will return to you one day!
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