Chapter 22: The Dragon's Altar (Script)
Opening
In front of the towering craggy mountain,
a stone bridge.
Then, a stone, spiralling stairway
that seemed to stretch up towards the
heavens.
From the rough bare rocks, ominous roars
and deep breathing can be heard,
as if the very mountain itself were alive.
The Dragon's Altar... An ancient relic of the
old dragonkin.
The place where Naga, the Divine Dragon
King, sealed the earth dragons.
And now, six hundred years later, the earth
dragons were awakening.
Countless evil demons were being born...
Main story
(If you accepted Ymir’s hat)
Marth:
...... That's, uh, certainly one heck of a hat... A gift from Ymir, I presume?
Chris:
Yes. It keeps me warm. Although I'm worried that it'll stand out...
Marth:
I should be, if I were you. If you stepped out on the battlefield wearing that, you'd be a popular target...
(Map Start)
Gotoh:
Prince Marth, in this altar lurks many savage barbarians and mage dragons long gone mad. They have fallen under Gharnef's spell and will attack you given the chance. Gharnef's servants-- the heretic priests possess great power. They are not to be taken lightly. If you let this battle drag on, it may become fiercer than you can handle. Do not stop. Make for the end at once! Once you defeat Gharnef, retrieve the Falchion that he stole from your Altea. As you well know, without the Falchion, defeating Medeus will be nigh impossible...
Marth:
I understand, Lord Gotoh. My friends and I shall sally forth to the deepest depths of the altar!
Gotoh:
It would be wise to bring this ally with you. She has deigned to lend you her strength.
Nagi:
......
Marth:
You're...
Chris:
Another ally from the previous war, sire?
Marth:
No, I don't believe we've ever met. But, why...? I have the strangest feeling that I know her...
Nagi:
My name... is Nagi. I will... stop the enemy... You must hurry to the throne room... Go... This time... everything... must end......
(Stage Ending)
(If Chris is female)
Chris:
Sire, there are stairs leading further in. This way, if you please.
(If Chris is male)
Chris:
Sire! Look, stairs! They probably lead further in.
(If you accepted Ymir’s hat)
Chris:
We must hurry, sire!
Marth:
Right, Chris! ...By the way, do you intend to wear that hat from here on out?
Chris:
Actually, I'm not entirely sure. It's very warm, as Sir Ymir said, but I stick out like a sore thumb...
Marth:
Indeed, the enemies looked surprised. Well, what is your decision? Are you going to take it off?
(Say Yes)
Chris:
Yes, I think I will remove it for this battle.
Marth:
Excellent choice. Well, let's hurry!
(Say No)
Chris:
No, I rather like it. It's so toasty.
Marth:
I-I see. Well then, let's go!
