Chapter 4: Two Falchions (Script)

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Map Location: Arena Ferox

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>Castle Ferox

Raimi
Prince Chrom, please wait here while I summon the khan.

Chrom
Of course.

>Raimi leaves

Robin
The khan is away?

Chrom
Out training, I'd wager. The khans of Ferox prefer battle to politics. Or rather, battle IS their politics.

Robin
A warrior ruler, eh? I can picture him now… A giant of a man of unparalleled thew, his broad chest covered in hair, heheh...

Flavia
Am I now? ...Please, do go on!

Robin
Huh?

>Flavia enters

Chrom
You're the—?! Er, that is to say... The khan, I presume?

Flavia
One of them, yes—the East-Khan. My name is Flavia. I apologize for the troubles at the border, Prince Chrom. You are welcome in Regna Ferox.

Chrom
Thank you, but I'm confident we can put that misunderstanding behind us. Is it true bandits posing as Ylisseans have been ransacking your border villages?

Flavia
Yes. Those Plegian dogs! We found documents proving as much on the corpse of one of their captains. Plegia must see some benefit in raising tensions between your kingdom and ours.

Chrom
Damn them! I... Forgive me, Your Grace. That was...indelicately put.

Flavia
Ha! Damn them and damn delicacy! Here in Ferox, we appreciate plain speech.

Chrom
In that case, you should have a word with your damn border guards...

Flavia
...Ha ha! Now that's Feroxi diplomacy! Yes, I like you already. I know why you have come, Prince. But regrettably, I cannot provide any Feroxi troops for Ylisse.

Lissa
What?! Why not?!

Flavia
I lack the authority.

Chrom
Forgive me, but I don't understand. Aren't you the khan?

Flavia
As I said, I am ONE of the khans. In Ferox, the khans of east and west hold a tournament every few years. The victor acquires total sovereignty over both kingdoms. And that means they have the final say when it comes to forging alliances. The West-Khan won the last tournament, you see, and so...

Chrom
So we are to receive no aid at all?

Flavia
Not if you always give up so easily! The next tournament is nigh, you see, and I am in need of champions.

Chrom
What does that have to do with us?

Flavia
The captain of my border guard informs me your Shepherds are quite capable. Perhaps you would consider representing the East in the upcoming tournament? If you win and I become ruling khan, I will grant your alliance.

Chrom
I would have assumed Ylisseans had no place in such Feroxi traditions.

Flavia
Ha! On the contrary. The khans themselves do not fight—they choose champions to represent them. Otherwise our land would be rife with blood feuds and dead khans! We don't involve comrades or kin for the same reason. Over time, it was decided the tournament should be fought by outsiders. Although the outsiders have never included foreign royalty. ...That I know of! Ha! Regardless, it is your choice to make.

Chrom
There is no choice, East-Khan. My people are desperate. We face not only Plegia's constant attacks, but now the added threat of the Risen. If fighting for you is the quickest way to an alliance, then we will take up our steel.

Flavia
Ha ha! Oh, I like you, Prince Chrom. I do hope you survive the tournament! Come, I'll show you the arena where the tournament is held. But be wary! I hear an equally able swordsman champions the West-Khan.

Chrom
He shall be defeated by Ylisse’s necessity.

Flavia
Well spoken again—I look forward to seeing if you're equally skilled with a blade!

>Preparations End

Lissa
Chrom! Look!

Chrom
I see him...

Marth
......

Chrom
Marth! One question, before we begin?

Marth
......

Chrom
...Fine, then. Our swords can speak for us!

Animated Cutscene - Two Falchions

>Marth draws his Falchion

Chrom
Where did you get that?
There's no way...

>Chrom and Marth begin to fight

Chrom
Tell me—
Who taught you to fight like that?

Marth
My father!

>Start Chapter

>Slide Guide 27 – Danger Area
Robin
Marth is a gifted swordsman, and his men look capable as well. We should mind our distance.

> Attacking Marth
Marth
Let us fight with honor. May the best soldier win!

> Attacking Marth with Chrom
Chrom
Who is your father?

Marth
I've said enough for one day, sir.

Chrom
Hmph. Is that how it is? Lissa owes you her life, and for that you have my gratitude. But within these walls, I represent the East-Khan and the interests of Ylisse. I can't promise to stay my blade, but I vow not to shame you.

Marth
Heh, never expected such youthful arrogance... We shall see who shames who!

>Defeating Marth
Marth
Impressive...if not surprising...

>After Chapter Dialogue

Flavia
Well fought! You have my respect. And, perhaps more to the point, you have your alliance. I will provide Ylisse with the soldiers she needs.

Chrom
Truly? Thank you, East-Khan.

Flavia
I should thank you! It feels like ages since I've held full power. Come, my new friends! Tonight, we celebrate!

>Flavia leaves, Basilio enters

Basilio
Bah! Any excuse for a party and Flavia jumps on it...

Chrom
I'm sorry, have we met?

Basilio
I'm the West-Khan you so rudely removed from power! You're handy with a sword, boy. I thought for sure I'd picked the stronger man.

Chrom
What do you know about him?

Basilio
You mean that "Marth"? Bah! He's just some sellsword with delusions of grandeur. All I know is that he turned up one eve and knocked my old champion flat. It was love at first sight, and I'm generally too old for such things! Baha! Anyway, he's gone now. Up and fled the moment the tournament ended.

Lissa
Hes so dark and mysterious... *siiigh*

Robin
Sounds like Marth's got at least one fan...

Lissa
Well, I mean, c'mon... He IS sort of dreamy, isn't he?

Chrom
And YOU'RE sort of dreaming!

Lissa
Yowch! Lighten up, Big Brother. I was just kidding.

Frederick
Milord? Milady? If this fascinating discussion is over, we'd best return home. The exalt will want this news of our new alliance immediately.

Chrom
Right as always Frederick.

Basilio
Hold, boy. Before you go, I have a little present for you.

>Lon'qu enters

Lon'qu
......

Basilio
This is Lon'qu, my former champion. Not much for talking, mind you, but he's peerless with a sword. As good as Marth, in my mind. To be honest, I can't figure out how Marth bested him so quickly.

Lissa
Marth beat him? But he looks so big and strong...

>Lissa approaches Lon'qu

Lon'qu
Away, woman!

Lissa
Hey! Wh-what did I say?!

Basilio
Ba ha ha! Let's just say that ladies tend to put Lon'qu on edge. Nonetheless, he is capable. Perhaps he even has the makings of a khan. Consider him West Ferox's contribution to the Ylissean cause.

Chrom
You're certain about this?

Basilio
Yes, yes. He's your man now.

Chrom
And Lon'qu? You have no objections?

Lon'qu
He gives orders. I stab people. I think our roles are clear.

Chrom
...All right then. Welcome aboard.

>Save
>Scene Change to Ylisstol

Emmeryn
...Then Regna Ferox will support Ylisse? Thank you, Chrom. I knew sending you was the right choice.

Chrom
You should see Ferox's warriors! Perhaps now our people will be safe from—

>Phila enters

Phila
Your Grace! M-milord! Forgive me, but I bring alarming news!

Emmeryn
Phila! Slow down, please! What's happened?

Phila
Plegian soldiers have been sighted inside our southwest border! They attacked a village in Themis and abducted the duke's daughter.

Lissa
B-but that would be...Maribelle! Chrom, we have to do something!

Phila
There's more: King Gangrel of Plegia claims Lady Maribelle invaded HIS country. He demands we pay reparations for this "insult."

Chrom
And we're to believe a dastard like the Mad King of Plegia?

Emmeryn
Peace, Chrom. We must keep our wits about us.

Chrom
We should put a sword in his gut and be done with it! The Mad King has been trying to provoke war with Ylisse at every step! He won't stop until he drags this whole continent to hell with him!

Phila
I agree with the prince, Your Grace. We must demonstrate to Plegia that such actions have consequences.

Emmeryn
I understand your feelings, Chrom. Truly I do. But if we give him the war he wants, then we lose, no matter what the outcome. Our last conflict nearly ruined the halidom. It left Ylisseans homeless and starving. We cannot repeat that mistake. I will offer parley with King Gangrel.

Lissa
Emm, no! You can't!

Phila
Please reconsider, Your Grace. He cannot be trusted to act in good faith!

Emmeryn
So either we choose to march to war or leave Lady Maribelle to die? No. I will not accept that.

Phila
...Forgive me, Your Grace. I spoke out of turn. I know you will stand always by your own principles. Pray, allow the pegasus knights to accompany you, though.

Chrom
I'm going too. ...Someone has to save you from your good intentions.

Lissa
And I want to be there for you AND Maribelle!

Emmeryn
As you wish. Thank you all. Your strength will be mine.

>Scene change

Chrom
Well then? Is everyone ready to go? It's a long march through the western mountains to the Plegian border.

>Ricken enters

Ricken
Captain! I'm all packed! When do we leave?!

Chrom
Ricken? How did you... Go back inside. You're not old enough for this mission.

Ricken
But, Captain! You know my skill with magic! You know I can handle myself!

Chrom
I'd feel safer with your magic here, protecting the garrison. All right? We're off, then. Be good.

>All leave but Ricken

Ricken
"Be good"? Gods, how old does he think I am? ...Well, I'll show him just how good I can be!