Paralogue 11: Twin Wyverns (Script)

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Pre-Battle

Morristan
Send the new "recruits" along, then get to rounding up another half dozen or so.


Elder
W-wait, what are you doing?!


Morristan
Just what it looks like. A wyvern rider without a wyvern to sit on is just a bloke in a lizard hat.


Elder
Wyverns are the sacred protectors of this land, not glorified horses to be muzzled!


Morristan
I'd muzzle you, had I the time. As it stands, I'll take a quicker path to quiet. G'night!


Elder
Gwargh!


Villager
N-no...! Run!


Soldier
Your orders, sir?


Morristan
If word spreads, it'll only get more tedious. Sooo...yes. Better just kill everyone.


>scene change


Chrom
Where does this road lead?


Frederick
To Wyvern Valley, milord. Home to Valm's greatest feral wyvern population.


Chrom
That sounds...interesting. We'll have to be sure and keep our distance.


Cherche
Shame. My Minerva's fit to burst. She's excited others of her kind are near.


Chrom
Oh? She doesn't look that excited to me. Not that I can really tell the difference...


Cherche
Oh, it's easy. She just looks even cuter than normal. Don't you, girl? Don't you look cuter? Who's a goooood wyvern?!


Chrom
I'll, uh...leave you to her, then.


>scene change


Villager
Sir, over here! Please help! My friends will die if you don't!


Gerome
...No.


Villager
Wh-what?! But, sir, my friends!


Gerome
I'm not fit to fight for anyone.


Villager
Th-then...they're lost...


>scene change


Chrom
You there! What's happened?


Villager
My people are fleeing for their lives from a pack of armed brigands, sir! And now we've gotten separated... Oh, the horror of it all!


Chrom
Well, today's your lucky day. We'll aid you and your friends.


Villager
You will?! Oh, thank you! Please, sir! Give 'em what for!


Start Battle

Talk to Gerome

Cherche

Cherche
Wait. You're not one of the villagers.


Gerome
No. ...I am Gerome. A traveler.


Cherche
And a fellow wyvern rider, I see. This is a piece of good news! We fight to keep these villagers alive. Will you aid us?


Gerome
Why? No man can stop fate.


Cherche
These people will be killed by spears, traveler. Not fate.


Gerome
Heh. Spoken like one who has yet to witness fate's implacable cruelty.


Cherche
So you do nothing, then, save wandering the land in a fog of cowardice? And your wyvern? Has she seen enough? Does she also yearn to surrender?


Gerome
...... You would know better than I.


Cherche
What does that mean?


Gerome
Nothing. I'll fight if you wish it. Death will always have its due, but perhaps it will accept a few substitutions. Come, my dear Minerva. Join me on one final flight...


Chrom

Chrom
Are you with the villagers? Who are you?


Gerome
...I am Gerome. A traveler.


Chrom
These people are in desperate straits. Will you help us?


Gerome
It is not for me to interfere in such matters. Death will always have its due.


Chrom
You would leave innocents to die and lay the blame on fate?


Gerome
I've seen too much of fate's cruel work to doubt it.


Chrom
So you would surrender rather than struggle against such cruelty... I cannot understand such thinking. A bleak past doesn't justify condemning the future to bleakness as well. Nonetheless, I cannot force your hand. Join us if you will.


Gerome
What does he know of bleak futures? It is a fool who breaks himself against fate's tide. That said, I suppose I'm as big a fool as any... *sigh* Very well, then. Come, my dear Minerva. Join me on one final flight...


Gerome defeated before recruited

Gerome
Death...always has its...due... Go, Minerva... Be...free...


End of Turn 3

Morristan
Seems these newcomers have spine. Send word to the boys at the hold. Tell 'em we've got spines that need breaking.


VS Morristan

Morristan
Wyvern or man, everyone's all snarl and fire until they learn the feel of the lash!


Morristan Defeated

Morristan
I'm... This can't...be...


Post-Battle

If no villagers survived

Villager
......


Chrom
Forgive me...


Villager
The world's to blame, sir... Not you... 'Tis the weak man's lot to suffer... We scramble and run, but...always do our lives end...at the pleasure of the strong...


Chrom
Damn it! By all the gods, can I save nothing?!


If 1-4 villagers survived

Villager
I owe you for this. We all do. Sorry for the trouble.


Chrom
You don't owe us anything.


Villager
It makes me happy to know there's still folk out there who'll fight for the common man. ...Here. I want you to have this.


Chrom
You don't need to—


Villager
Take care, now. We'll pray for a safe journey for you and your troops.


If all villagers survived

Villager
Our saviors! And it's more than lives you rescued... You've saved my hope in humanity, too. I thank you for it. Here, sir. A token of my gratitude


Chrom
Thanks to you as well, friend.


Villager
Take care, now. We'll pray for a safe journey for you and your troops.


If Gerome survived

Cherche
Do you have a moment?


Gerome
What is it?


Cherche
I was hoping you might introduce me to your wyvern.


Gerome
Why?


Cherche
To see which of ours is cuter. Not very sporting of me when mine is the finest in the world, I know.


Gerome
...Do as you please.


Cherche
I will, then! Thank you. ...... ...Hee hee! Oh, but you ARE cute! She's nearly a match with Minerva! ...Nearly so in every way. Wait, what sorcery is this? They...they look IDENTICAL!


Gerome
That's because they are identical. They're one and the same.


Cherche
...M-Minerva? How is that possible?


Gerome
You could examine her from tip to tail looking for scars and marks if you like. ...Or you could just look at this ring.


Cherche
I...I know that ring. So then you're...


Gerome
I am, though I had not intended that we meet.


Cherche
Why not?


Gerome
I came back in time so I might release Minerva. Not to seek out parents to whom I've already bidden farewell.


Cherche
You crossed the bounds of time just to set Minerva free? Whatever for?!


Gerome
In the future I know, she is among the last of her kind. I...I could not leave her to that solitude.


Cherche
She is lucky indeed to know someone of such kindness. ...As, I imagine, am I.


Gerome
Stay your words. I've no intention of getting close to you. Fate will not be mocked. This war may claim your life anew, and I'll not weep twice for losing the same mother. My burden is heavy enough.


Cherche
But yet you carry it still.


Gerome
That's enough.


Cherche
Thank you, Gerome.


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