Chapter 4

## World Map
Respecting Hector’s last wishes, Roy made his way west toward Ostia.

On the way, he passed through Laus, a Lycian territory governed by Lord Eric, Marquess Laus.

With calm meadows and clear streams, Laus seemed peaceful at first glance. However, Roy was to discover a dark conspiracy that would shake the very foundation of the Lycia Alliance…

Respecting Hector's dying request, Roy made his way west. Intent on reaching Lilina, Roy keeps a steady pace toward Ostia. On his way there, Roy passes through the territory of Laus, governed by Lord Erik. At a glance, Laus is a peaceful territory with vast meadows and clear streams. Beneath this beauty, however, lies treachery and great skullduggery...

## Intro 1
\g[Castle]
\f[1|Erik]\m[1|2]\w[5]
\s[2]
Ah, welcome, General Narcian.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|Narcian]
\s[5]
Lord Erik. I don't think I've yet praised\n
your wisdom in joining Bern. Most of your\n
countrymen were intent on upholding tradition.|
\s[2]\b[2|2]
Thank you, sire.\b[2|0] Ancient vows and moldy\n
traditions are nothing more than a burden\n
anyway. Our future is with Bern.|
\s[5]\e[5|1]
You, my friend, are wise beyond your years.\e[5|0]\n
Now, where is that gift you promised me?\n
Don't tell me I came all the way here for naught.|
\s[2]\m[2|2]
Ah, yes! She is in her quarters.\n
She is exceedingly naive, you see.|\e[2|1]\n
When I told her she could meet her brother,\n
she cooperated without question.|
\s[-2]

\r[2]
\s[2]
You there! Bring in the girl!|

\f[2|nil]

\event

\w[16]

\f[1|Clarine]\m[1|2]
\w[16]
\s[2]
What is this hall?\r[2] Klein?\r[2] Where are you, Brother?|
\s[5]\e[5|1]
Welcome, Lady Clarine.|

\s[2]\r[2]
Hmm? Who might you be?|

\s[5]
I am Narcian, one of Bern's three Wyvern Generals.\n
My lovely little lass, I think you will enjoy my\n
company more than your brother's... Hm hm hm...|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Heh...\b[2|2]\m[2|2] Ha ha ha!|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Er, what? Why do you laugh?|

\s[2]\b[2|0]
You compare yourself to my brother?\n
Please! You think too highly of yourself.|\e[2|0]\n
Your garb, your hair - even your speech...\n
All a painfully obvious guise to hide your\n
true lowborn face. It's embarrassing.|

\s[5]\e[5|2]\m[5|5]
Lowborn?! Me?! You would compare ME to a peasant?!|

\s[2]
Oh, heavens no. I would sooner compare\n
you to a filthy, disease-ridden mutt!|

\s[5]
Y-you vile girl!! I'll see you suffer--|
\s[-2]

\event
\f[6|Zeiss]
\s[6]
General Narcian, we just received word that\n
Castle Araphen was retaken by the enemy!|
\s[-2]

\m[5|4]\r[4]\w[5]
\s[4]
What?! Impossible! What of Slater?|

\s[6]
Err... His whereabouts are unknown, sire. The enemy\n
is reported to be Roy, son of Marquess Pherae.|

\s[2]
Oh, boo. Are you little plans falling apart?|

\r[4]\s[4]
Silence!!!|

\m[2|2]\w[8]
\s[2]
......|

\s[4]\b[4|2]
Accursed interruptions!\b[4|0] Lord Erik,\f[1|Erik] lock\n
the girl in a cell. I will give her the\n
pleasure of my company when I return!|
\s[-2]

\m[1|1]\w[8]\m[2|2]
\s[2]
Get your hands off of me!\n
What do you think you are\n
doing!? I am count Reglay's--|
\s[-2]
\f[2|nil]
\w[8]

\r[4]
\s[4]
Zeiss, blockade the highroad from Ostia. This\n
Roy might just pass by. I want his head!|

\s[6]
Yes, sire!|
\s[-2]

\f[6|nil]

\s[4]\r[4]\e[4|0]\b[4|2]
... Forgive my temperament, Lord Erik.\b[4|0]\n
I trust I can leave the rest to you.|

\s[1]
Of course... Roy will not pass through Laus.|

\s[4]
He'd better not.|
\s[-2]

\f[4|nil]

\w[16]

## Intro 2
\g[Castle]
\f[2|Erik]
\s[2]
...\e[2|1] Ha ha ha ha... Watch from\n
beyond the grave, Hector, you wretch!|\n
You and Eliwood thought of yourselves\n
as untouchable, now look at you! One\n
dead the other a foot in the ground.|\n
I'll be sure to send Roy there as well.|
\s[-2]

## Scene 1
\g[Hill]
\f[2|Merlinus]
\s[2]
Master Roy! It appears Laus plans to\n
stand in our a path to Ostia.|

\f\[6|Roy]\m[6|5]\w[5]
\s[5]
What? Why would they do that?|

\s[2]
It appears Marquess Erik has sided with Bern...|

\s[5]
This can't be happening...\b[5|2] without Lord\n
Hector, the Lycian Alliance is crumbling...|

\s[2]
To be fair, Master Roy, Laus was never\n
a territory Lord Hector or your father\n
had very much faith in to start.|

\s[5]\b[5|0]
Still! We are all Lycians!\m[5|5] How does he\n
not see past his petty rivalries!?|

\s[2]
That is something you will have to\n
ask him yourself, Master Roy...|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]

\w[16]

\s[2]\b[2|2]
Ugh...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Guinivere]
\s[6]
Is something wrong, Roy?|

\s[2]\b[2|0]
It's... nothing, Princess. Nothing\n
out of the ordinary, at least.|

\s[6]
Hmm?|

\s[2]
Lord Hector, Lord Erik, and my father all\n
studied together in the Lycian Academy.|\n
However, they never got along, at it seems\n
that Lord Erik never let it go and is\n
using it as a reason to turn traitor.|

\s[6]
Oh... I'm sorry. Some people are just\n
unable to see past their differences.|

\s[2]\m[2|2]
But why?! Can't he see the greater good?!\n
Bern will destroy us all, Laus included!|

\s[6]\e[6|3]
Ah... I suppose you are right with that.|

\s[2]
I didn't mean you...|

\s[6]\e[6|2]
No, you speak the truth. My brother really\n
will destroy everything if left unchecked.\n
Allying with him only delays the inevitable.|

\s[2]
... Or accelerates it.|

\s[6]\e[6|0]
As harsh as this sounds, Roy, if this man\n
is willing to turn against his countrymen,\n
he is not giving you much of a choice.|

\s[2]
Right...\r[2] All right, all troops! Assemble!\n
If Laus wants to stand in our way, we must\n
push past them! We must reach Ostia!|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]

\s[6]
Good luck, Roy.|
\s[-2]

## Clarine Scene
\g[Prison]
\r[5]\f[5|Clarine]\e[5|2]
\s[5]
They will pay dearly for this treatment...\n
How dare they treat someone like me\n
like some sort of plaything!?|
\s[-2]

\f[1|None]\name[1|???]
\s[1]
...Hey.|

\r[5]\m[5|5]\e[5|0]
Ack! Who's there?!|
\s[-2]

\f[1|nil]\f[1|Rutger]\w[16]
\s[1]
I'm a mercenary hired by Lord Erik.\n
He wants to see you. Now.|

\s[5]\r[5]\b[5|2]
I will not. I refuse to meet\n
with such churlish people.|

\s[1]\b[1|2]
... ...\b[1|0] Just get over here.|
\s[-2]

\m[1|2]\w[8]\m[5|4]\r[4]\w[16]\m[4|4]
\s[4]
Let go! You will regret this!\n
Do you have any idea who I am?!|

\s[2]
... ... ...|

\s[5]
Let go, I say!|
\s[-2]

## Rutger Scene
\g[Dungeon]
\r[2]\f[2|Rutger]\f[6|Clarine]\m[6|5]\m[5|5]\e[5|2]\w[8]
\s[5]
Let go! Let go, I say--|

\s[2]\r[2]
Shut up. You won't be able to make\n
a clean escape making all that noise.|

\s[5]\m[5|5]
How dare you speak to--\e[5|0]\n
Hold! Escape?! Then you're...|

\s[2]
I prepared a horse for you out\n
back under a tree. Take it and go,\n
while everyone's distracted.|

\s[5]
... ... Why are you helping me?|

\s[2]
... I'm not. I'm helping myself.\n
I despise Bern with all my soul.|

\s[5]
Er... With all your soul?|

\s[2]\r[2]
...Never mind. Forget it.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
Saying that only piques my curiosity further.|

\s[2]
I don't care. Time is short. Hurry!|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
... Hmp! Fine!|
\s[-2]

## Clarine Escape
\g[Hill]
f[2|Clarine]
Why I never! Such a boorish man! This\n
is a battlefield! A proper gentleman\n
would escort a lady to her mansion!|\b[2|2]\n
Well, it's hardly of concern now. Sigh,\b[2|0]\n
I only came here to see my brother,\n
and now look at the mess I'm in...|\n
What am I to do now?|
\s[-2]

## Pirates
\g[Shore]
\f[5|PirateM-0]\fc[5|Bandit]
\w[16]
\f[3|PirateM-1]\fc[3|Bandit]
\s[5]
Oi! Boss! Look o'er there! Fightin'!|

\s[3]\r[3]\e[3|1]
Heh... Foolish nobility. Always\n
involved in some petty dispute.|
\s[-2]

\r[3]
\s[3]
'Course, you'll 'ear no complaints from us.\n
Turmoil's 'ow we make a living. Heh heh heh...|
\s[-2]

## Erik Scene
\g[Castle]
\f[2|Erik]
\s[2]
Where is that mercenary--\n
Ah, there you are!|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Rutger]
\s[6]
What do you want?|

\s[2]
We need some backup. Take some\n
troops and prepare for battle.|

\s[6]
... ... ...|

\s[2]
Are you deaf? Go and fight!|

\s[6]
I heard you.\r[6] I'll leave when I'm ready.|
\s[-2]

\f[6|nil]
\w[32]
\s[2]
Tsk. Not the amiable sort, is he? If\n
his sword arm is as skilled as the\n
rumors say, though, then it's no matter.|
\s[-2]

## Rutger Arrives
\g[Hill]
\f[6|Rutger]
... ... ...|


## Talk Clarine Roy
\g[Fields]
\f[1|Clarine]\m[1|2]\w[5]
\s[2]
Pardon me, you there!|
\s[-2]

\f[5|Roy]
\s[5]
Me?|

\s[2]
Do you see anyone else?\n
You are the leader of this\n
little... group, are you not?|

\s[5]
I am.|

\s[2]
Most convenient. Very well then.\n
You will protect me.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\w[16]

\m[5|5]\s[5]
Wait, what? Excuse me?|
\s[-2]

\f[2|Clarine]
\s[2]
Are you hard of hearing? I said that\n
you are going to protect me from harm.|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Merlinus]
\s[6]\m[6|6]
Mind your mouth, young lady!|

\s[2]\b[2|2]\r[2]
Away with you, peasant.\n
I was not addressing you.|

\s[6]\m[6|6]
What?! Who do you think-|

\s[5]\b[5|2]
Sigh... Calm yourself, Merlinus...\b[5|0]\n
It looks like she's being pursued\n
by the castle's soldiers.|\n
That's why she wants us to\n
guard her. Right?|

\s[2]\b[2|0]\r[2]\m[2|2]
Um, yes! That is correct...|

\s[6]
Im...impudent child! We can't simply\n
accept any useless girl into our army!|

\s[2]
Ahem! You may call me Lady Clarine,\n
peasant. And I am not useless! I can\n
use staves to heal wounded allies.|

\s[5]
So, you'll help us fight?|

\s[2]
... If that's what it takes.\r[2]\b[2|2]\n
I suppose I can't simply demand\n
protection without any kind of payment.|

\s[5]
Thanks, we appreciate it! Our enemy is\n
Bern, so we need everyone we can get.\n
I'm Roy. Pleased to meet you, Lady Clarine.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|nil]

\s[6]
Bah.|
\s[-2]
\f[6|nil]

\s[2]\r[2]\b[2|0]
The pleasure is all- Ahem!\n
Did he say Roy? Didn't that mutt\n
mention someone named Roy...?|\n
Ah, whatever. Let's focus on\n
the issue at hand.|

## Talk Clarine Rutger
\g[Fields]
\f[6|Clarine]\m[6|5]\w[8]
\s[5]
Oh! It's you... Boorish man!|
\s[-2]

\f[2|Rutger]
\s[2]
What? You're still here?|

\s[5]\e[5|2]\m[5|5]
"Still here?" You abandoned me in the\n
middle of a battlefield you miserable oaf!|\n
How can you have the nerve to say that?!\n
I could have been killed!|

\s[2]
I guess you're lucky you're still\n
alive then. Good for you. ... Did\n
you want something or can I go now?|

\s[5]
You are so frustrating! I shan't allow\n
you to abandon me twice. A gentleman\n
must take responsibility for his actions.|

\s[2]
Responsibility? For what? I saved\n
you from that twisted sadist.\n
I did my duty, leave me alone.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]

\m[5|4]\w[5]\s[4]
Not so fast! If a gentleman rescues a lady,\n
he must also escort her to her mansion!|\n
In what fairy tale does some...\n
barf of a man abandon his princess?|

\f[1|Rutger]
\s[1]
... What in the world are you on about?|

\s[4]
Besides, you said you "despise Bern with all\n
your soul." If you ask me, you'd be better of\n
joining us. We'll be fighting Bern, you know.|
\s[-2]

\m[1|2]\w[5]\s[2]
What? Wait! Is that true?|
\s[-2]

\m[4|5]\w[5]
\s[5]
Slow down!|

\s[2]
Is that army you're in really going to challenge Bern?|

\s[5]
Yes... The leader, Floyd or whatever\n
his name was, told me himself.|

\s[2]
... ... Fine.|

\s[5]
"Fine"? What is that supposed to mean?|

\s[2]
Fine, I'll join your army. Satisfied?|

\s[2]
Ah... I suppose.|

\s[5]
Bye.|
\s[-2]
\f[5|nil]

\m[2|3]\w[8]
\s[3]
Wait! My protection is more important\n
than fighting Bern! Come back!|
\s[-2]

\f[3|nil]

## Village 1: Antitoxin
\g[Village]
\f[2|Visitor]\f[5|Villager_ChemistF]
\s[5]
'Round these parts, a lot of the soldiers\n
and bandits have been dipping their weapons\n
in poison. It's some nasty stuff.|\n
If you get hit by it, you'll take extra\n
damage by any other weapon soaked in the\n
venom, and you'll take damage over time.|\n
I've developed an antidote after some\n
testing. It... should work without any\n
side effects. ... What? It should!|
\s[-2]

## Old Village 1: Door Key
Village: "If you don't have a thief, you won't be able to open chests and doors. Only a thief can use lockpicks. But I have a key called the door key, which can open any door if anyone uses it. You should thank me." (Door Key received!)

## Village 2: Steel Sword
\g[Village]
\f[2|Visitor]\f[5|Villager_CraftsmanM]
\s[5]
Everyone here is your ally. We're not about to\n
abandon the land in which we were born in and\n
change sides because of our foolish marquess.|\n
Please, take this treasured sword. Lord Erik\n
was the one who purchased my services, but I'd\n
prefer if you used it to strike him down.|
\s[-2]

## Village 3: Angelic Robe
\g[Village]
\f[5|Visitor]\f[2|Villager_FarmerF]
\s[2]\b[2|2]
I can't believe this war is happening...\b[2|0]\n
Under Bern's leadership, we will definitely wither.|\n
Here is something that will help you stand longer.\n
Think carefully before using it, but don't let it\n
gather dust in your storage wondering who to give it to.|
\s[-2]

## House E
\g[House]
\f[1|Visitor]\m[1|2]\w[8]
\f[5|Villager_TravelerF]
\s[5]
I don't like the look of those forts across\n
the river... Looks like the perfect place for\n
some pirates to come out of and raid the towns.|\n
Not all of them will attack villages, only the\n
ones with pyres in their hands. Y'know, to\n
light the place up in flames.|\n
Make sure you check the inventories so you\n
know who to prioritize! Last thing you want\n
to do is waste time chasing the wrong bandits.|
\s[-2]

## House M
\g[House]
\f[1|Visitor]\m[1|2]\w[8]
\f[5|Villager_ApprenticeM]
\s[5]
In the Laus army, there are mounted soldiers\n
who use bows. They're soldiers from Sacae,\n
tribesmen who wander Elibe like nomads.|\n
Everyone wants their military might nowadays...\n
They're agile and some I hear can even\n
maintain their gallop after attacking.|\n
The strongest are known to switch weapons\n
when attacked to never be at a disadvantage!|
\s[-2]

## House W
\g[House]
\f[6|Visitor]\m[6|5]\w[8]
\f[2|Villager_ElderM]
\s[2]
You've mastered the weapon triangle, right?\n
Well, there are weapons known as Reaver weapons,\n
that flip the relationship on its head!|\n
And, special Gemstone weapons will increase\n
the advantages and disadvantages gained\n
from having the upper hand or not!|
\s[-2]

## Vs Erik
\f[1|Erik]
\s[1]
You fools are bound down by\n
moldy, old tradition!|\n
Allow me to teach you\n
the way of the world!|
\s[-2]

## Roy Vs Erik
\f[6|Roy]\f[1|Erik]
\s[6]
Lord Erik, the battle is over! Surrender!|

\s[1]
Surrender? To you, the son of Eliwood?\n
I'd rather die than bow to you!|

\s[6]
Lord Erik, this has nothing to do\n
with my father or Lord Hector!\n
We are Lycians, we need to stand--|

\s[1]
You know nothing, Roy. Bern is the\n
new ruler of Elibe. You either accept\n
that, or get out of the way.|

\s[6]
... You won't listen to reason. Why?\n
Why are you forcing me to do this?!|

## Erik Defeated
\f[1|Erik]
\s[1]\e[1|1]
Ha...ha ha... Fools... There\n
is no future for...those...|\b[1|1]\n
who oppose... absolute power...|\b[1|2]\n
Hector... Eliwood... I curse your names...|
\s[-2]

## Outro 1
\g[Hill]
\r[2]\f[2|Roy]
\s[2]
... ... ...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Merlinus]
\m[6|5]\w[5]
\s[5]
Master Roy! The remaining soldiers\n
from Laus are retreating. Master Roy?|

\s[2]
Thank you. Tell everyone to get some rest.|

\s[5]
Er... What of the fleeing soldiers?\n
Shall we pursue them?|

\s[2]
No, let them run. The battle is\n
over. No one else needs to die.|

\s[5]
... Yes, milord.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|nil]

\s[2]\b[2|2]
What is happening to my country...?|
\s[-2]

## Outro 2
\g[Camp-Night]
\f[6|Guinivere]\m[6|5]\w[8]
\s[5]
Roy... Are you still awake?|

\f[2|Roy]
\s[2]
I am...|

\s[5]
What is it? What's wrong?|

\s[2]
... I never would have thought Lord Erik would\n
truly turn his back on Lycia. I thought the\n
Lycian League's bond was stronger than this.|

\s[5]
But earlier, you said...|

\s[2]
Sigh... I was angry, and I wanted\n
him to just see reason and join us.\n
But he... refused. Preferred to die.|

\s[5]\e[5|3]\b[5|2]
...I apologize.|

\s[2]
No, Princess, you have nothing to apologize for!\b[5|0]\n
It's my fault for not realizing how strained the\n
league truly was before it all fell apart...|

\s[5]
Still, it was my brother who helped\n
push this destruction along. I bear\n
some responsibility as his sister.|

\s[2]\r[2]
I would prefer to aim my blame at him then...|
\s[-2]

\event

\r[2]
\s[2]
We'll now proceed west towards Ostia.\n
But, now we know that even the other\n
marquesses can't be trusted.|\n
With Lord Hector gone, I fear there may\n
be no peaceful end for this war.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
I see...|

\s[2]
Princess, do you plan on returning\n
to Bern? Obviously the peace talks\n
you wanted to initiate can't happen.|\n
If you need anything--|

\s[5]\m[5|5]
No, please allow me to stay,\n
if it would not be a burden.|

\s[2]
You, a burden? Never! But,\n
why do you wish to stay?|

\s[5]
I told you, Roy, my brother is wrong.\n
He needs to be stopped; he is pulling\n
the dragons into a human war.|\n
If he thinks this is how he can\n
free the world, I must stop him.|

\s[2]
Free the world?|

\s[5]
Yes, he has always been obsessed with\n
"liberating the world." He said that's\n
the true purpose of this war.|

\s[2]
What does that mean? What is he so desperate\n
to liberate the world from that he would\n
readily sacrifice the lives of so many?|

\s[5]
I do not know... My brother is not so power-hungry\n
that he would attempt to conquer the world.|\n
I'm sure he believes strongly in what he's\n
done to Elibe. Regardless, that doesn't excuse\n
the violence he has caused...|

\s[2]
Princess Guinivere...|

\s[5]
I'm sorry, I should let you rest.\e[5|1] Here\n
I am shouldering my burdens on you yet\n
again. I will make my travel preparations.|

\s[2]
All right, then.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|nil]

\w[16]