Tempest Trials/Script

Dark Clouds over Awakening

Before

Robin (male): So this is it... The Tempest. The source of the chaos that has engulfed our world.

???: That's right. If we don't do something about it... destruction is all we have to look forward to. The Tempest distorts time and space. Worlds become entangled... and they begin to mix.

Robin (female): The fact that all of us are meeting like this is proof of that, I'd say.

???: In another world, there are more like us—those who fight against the Tempest. They are our ray of hope. If we work together, we can change the future... I'm sure of it.

Lucina: Of course we can! Let's fight to get our future back!

After

Robin (male): The Tempest is weakening, it seems.

Lissa: They never even saw us coming! Now, come on! We've got to tell my brother all about what we did.

Nowi: Hee hee! We're the best!

Tharja: It's all thanks to the power of my love. It's twice as potent right now, so I'm twice as strong as usual. Heh.

???: Our true gratitude should go to the warriors from the other world. They fought at our side as true heroes. Unfortunately, we do not know when the Tempest will strike again. I must find a way we can fight back... I refuse to let any world be consumed by despair. Not if I have any say.

Resonating Fangs

Before

Faye: Alm! Oh, I'm so glad you're safe. You're not hurt, are you?

Alm: No, I'm fine. But what was that? Some sort of earthquake?

Clair: I have no idea. From the sky, it looked like the whole continent was splitting in two... It looked like the end of the world.

Alm: Let's search for everyone else. They're probably worried.

???: To worry for your friends even in such a desperate situation. You are the ray of hope I seek.

Alm: Huh?

???: You are Alm, another Hero-King and wielder of the Falchion, are you not?

Alm: And you are?

Marth: Marth... My name is Marth. Heed my words, Heroes from the World of Shadows. The calamity that split your world... was caused by the Tempest. If you lend me your strength, we can restore your land.

After

Alm: The Tempest seems to be getting weaker.

Marth: Your Falchion cut through its chaos. However, we are only half-done. Your world's gods have given Valentia two faces. I must seek her out...the other Hero. Your counterpart.

Alm: You mean...her?

Marth: The Celica we just fought is from another world. You could consider her just one possibility... Now that she's free from the Tempest, she should be back to normal and in her own world. However, the Celica of legend—the Celica you know—is fighting the Tempest as we speak. I must go to her aid.

Alm: Wait! Celica is my friend. Even since we were children... Protecting her is my responsibility. I'm coming with you.

Marth: Hmm... It is said that the Falchion is a blade forged from the fang of a divine dragon. So together we possess two fangs... That's surely enough to cleave the Tempest's chaos. Let us go.

Reunited at Last

Before

Sonya: I can't take much more of this! I've lost count of how many we've defeated... But they keep coming!

Celica: It's been so long... So long that I can't even remember HOW long. Everyone's exhausted...Yet they press us, relentlessly. At this rate, I just don't know...Oh, Alm...

Alm: Celica!

Celica: Alm? Alm! Is that really you?

Alm: You're all right. Thank goodness! Take a deep breath. It's going to be OK. I'll save you from this... I swear it!

After

Celica: The vortex... It's disappearing.

Alm: I can't believe my eyes. The ground had cracked open...but now... It's like time has run in reverse.

Marth: The Tempest is gone. Both space and time have quieted. Well done, Heroes from the World of Shadows. The danger has receded. Your world is safe.

Alm: Marth, I thank you. We owe you much for this.

Marth: Thanks aren't necessary. Your world holds special meaning for me, too. It must be protected. I visited here myself...some time ago. Though I suppose it would be more accurate to say that it was far in the future...

Alm: The future, you say?

Marth: I must go. It has been an honor to meet you, Alm—the other Hero-King. I can only hope we will meet again. I bid you farewell, Heroes!

To Die on the Battlefield

Before

Lyn: What a foul spiral... This must be the entrance to the Tempest.

Marth: That it is. And inside, countless Heroes will stand in our way.

Hector: So we just gotta take 'em all out, right? No use standing around. Let's get to it!

Eliwood: Before we go rushing in... Marth, is there anything else we should know about what awaits us within?

Marth: There's an incredibly powerful Hero waiting in the depths of the Tempest... When he fights, his axe and his body become as one. He is known as a Berserker.

Eliwood: A Berserker...

Hector: Now that'll be an interesting fight. But no matter who gets in our way, I'll cut them down. No doubt.

Marth: If anyone else made such a claim, I might accuse them of arrogance. But you, Hector... I believe fully. Now let's move out. We must restore this world.

After

Marth: The Tempest is weakening. Your world is saved.

Eliwood: Marth, I must ask... That Berserker we fought... Was that Hector?

Hector: Ha! Now that's a jape if I ever heard none. How could we have fought me? I was right by your side!

Lyn: Even so, it's hard to believe otherwise. His sheer strength, even his very appearance...

Hector: Hey, what's with all the gloomy looks suddenly? We won, and I feel better than ever. Don't worry about it.

Marth: It's as Hector says. That was not the man you all know. There's no need to worry. Now let's go make sure our efforts have had the desired effect on your world.

Hector: You all go ahead. I want to talk with Marth about something.

Marth: You wish to speak with me?

Hector: You say you've seen the future... So does that mean you've seen mine as well? You know what happens next?

Marth: I do...

Hector: My axe is named Armads... It once belonged to a Berserker. I remember something he once said... "You desire strength? Then prepare yourself. Once you have gained such power... Your life will not end in a comfortable bed. You will die on the battlefield. In the savage garden of war's bloody delights."

Marth: The Berserker we fought here received his power by entering into a contract with Armads. And then—

Hector: I know the story. It's the same as mine. So I guess that means it really is my destiny to die on the battlefield... Don't tell Eliwood and the others, all right? They don't need to worry themselves over this.

Marth: Yes, Hector... I promise. You are a true Hero. I am honored to have met you.

Moment of Fate

Before

Ike: What's the nearby situation like?

Titania: An entire town has been destroyed... It's like that earthquake swallowed it whole.

Soren: A large-scale force is approaching from the south, but I can't discern its affiliation. They're wearing armor I've never seen before.

Mist: Ike, look at those clouds... They don't look natural to me. What's happening?

Ike: I don't know, Mist...

Marth: Well met, Greil Mercenaries.

Soren: And you are?

Marth: I'm Marth, a swordsman from another land. And I'd like to ask your group for help.

Titania: So you have a job for us? Normally we would be glad for the work, but at the moment...

Marth: The chaos before you is caused by the Tempest. I'm fighting to stem its flow. Fight by my side... And your reward will be this world's safety.

Soren: You show up out of nowhere and claim you're trying to save the world? Sounds shady to me. Why exactly should we put our trust in you, Marth from another land?

Marth: Because our enemy within the Tempest is the Black Knight... The very same Ike's father once fought.

Ike: Yeah, we know him...

Mist: What are we going to do, Ike?

Ike: ...Let's hear what he has to say.

After

Marth: The Tempest's chaos has been stemmed. Victory is yours.

Mist: Ike, I'm so glad! We were finally able to—

Ike: Mist...

Mist: What? This means we got revenge for Dad, right?

Ike: No... That wasn't the Black Knight. He looked the same, and he had the same power... But...

Marth: But he was not the same Black Knight you know. This one was born from the chaos of the Tempest. I'm sorry for deceiving you... I led you to believe it was him because I needed your help.

Ike: It's fine... We did manage to fix the world, after all. We'll face him in battle for real one day, and we'll settle things then.

Marth: Ike of the Greil Mercenaries... You will face him, and you will emerge victorious. I'm sure of it. As much as I would like to help you in turn, my job in this world is done. I must be on my way.

Ike: Something tells me this won't be the last time I see you. We'll meet again someday, and I hope you'll help us out then.

Marth: I will. You have my word. Until we meet again, Radiant Hero.

Genealogy of Light

Before

Seliph: A vortex of pure chaos..

Marth: Correct. The name we give this cataclysm is the Tempest. Listen well, Scion of Light. If you can avert the tragedy of the Tempest, you can protect one who is very dear to you—Julia.

Seliph: I understand. Julia, wait for me. I swear I will save you!

Marth: Fear not. You won't go into this fight alone. We have allies—ones you are deeply tied to.

Seliph: What does that mean?

Deirdre: Seliph... You've gotten so big.

Seliph: Mother?! Is that really you, Mother?

Sigurd: Seliph...

Seliph: Father? How can this be?

Marth: Perhaps it is best to think of it as a miracle born from chaos—and the intermingling of time and space... Seliph... May the genealogy of light passed down to you now bring you strength...

After

Seliph: Julia! Are you all right?

Julia: ... Seliph? What am I doing here?

Seliph: I'm just glad that you're safe.

Marth: Crisis has been averted. Space and time should now be disentangled—and returned to their proper order. This, of course, goes for your family as well...

Sigurd: Seliph...

Seliph: Father...

Deirdre: Take care of yourself, Seliph. And remember...we will always watch over you.

Seliph: Mother... I thank you both.

Less Than Heroic

Before

Marth: ...And that's everything I know about what's going on. Everything I know about the Tempest... So I beseech you, Heroes... Please, lend me your strength so we can restore this world!

Dorcas: Not interested. Sorry.

Marth: I...beg your pardon?

Dorcas: I'm no Hero. I'm just doing what I can to survive.

Marth: But... This world...

Joshua: Not so fast, Dorcas... Surely Marth doesn't expect mercenaries to work for free. What's the pay like? I'm sure we'd be glad to help for... let's say...30,000? A piece.

Marth: M-my apologies... But I don't have the money to hire you... I apologize for assuming you would work for free. I'll find another group. If you'll excuse—

Mia: Whoa, hold on just a minute. Gosh, everyone, look how bad you made Marth feel. We should do what we can to help him! Well, I'll join you, anyway... I'm a mercenary too, but I'll waive my fees this time.

Marth: Th-thank you...

Mia: Heehee, don't look so shaken. You'd think nobody's ever refused to help before!

Lute: Ho-hum... I shall participate as well. I have already saved the world a number of times. This shall be easy. Because, after all, there's—

Joshua: No one better than you—we've heard. We'll just put this one on your tab, Marth. You're in too, right, big guy? This Tempest is just one more threat to your wife, after all.

Dorcas: I guess you're right... I'm in.

After

Marth: This world has been saved thanks to your efforts. Thank you all so much. I can't say it enough... I truly appreciate your help. If it weren't for you, this world—

Mia: Gosh, Marth, you look like you're about to cry. I had some good fights, the world's back together, and we're all alive. That's good enough for me!

Dorcas: Now that the world's not ending, I get more time with my wife. All I ever wanted.

Lute: And I've proven my genius once more by saving the world yet again... Thus demonstrating my natural superiority. I want for nothing more.

Joshua: Well, I want money.

Marth: Wh-what? I'm sorry, but...like I said, I can't pay you...

Joshua: I'll take an I.O.U. But the interest rate is brutal at 100 percent a month.

Marth: What?! 100 percent?! That's—

Joshua: Hehe... I'm willing to erase your debt, if you're willing to make a small wager. Simply call it in the air... Heads or tails?

Marth: A-all right... Heads. No, tails!

A Gift of Peace

Before

Marth: Heroes, heed my call. Your power is needed to quell the Tempest and save this world.

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): Of course! We can't allow the world to be swallowed by chaos.

Robin (Winter's Envoy): We'll do whatever we can to preserve the peace.

Lissa (Winter's Envoy): Ha...ha-ha...bwa-ha-ha!

Robin (Winter's Envoy): Lissa! What's so funny?

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): This is no laughing matter. Do you not realize how dire this situation is?

Lissa (Winter's Envoy): Oh, come on! How am I supposed to take your little speeches seriously when you're wearing those outfits?

Robin (Winter's Envoy): You know why we're dressed like this. You were celebrating the winter festival with us!

Tharja (Winter's Envoy): It was my chance to get some time alone with... with... This stupid Tempest! I'll curse it a thousand times...

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): No matter how we're attired, we fight to protect Ylisse! Move out!

After

Marth: Your brave deeds have broken through and quieted the chaos. You all have my thanks.

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): I'm just glad we could help. Maybe we were dressed a little oddly...but what matters is what we achieve together.

Marth: Don't say that. You look good. That outfit suits you!

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): You...think so? Well...I'll take the compliment! Maybe I should wear it more often...

Lissa (Winter's Envoy): Um... I'm not sure how to put this, but...you should think twice before you trust Marth's taste in clothing.

Robin (Winter's Envoy): Well, well. I never expected to hear such a thing from the legendary Hero-King...

Marth: Had I been able, I would have loved to have been with my family, dressed like that... Where I come from...we didn't often have the chance to celebrate festivals as you do.

Chrom (Winter's Envoy): Marth... Why don't you join us? The festival isn't over just yet. Spend some time with us!

Marth: I thank you for the kind offer, Chrom. Unfortunately, I must be going... But if the opportunity comes again... I will surely join you, courageous Heroes!

Stepping into the New Year

Before

Marth: It's time to move out, Heroes. The fate of this world rests upon your shoulders.

Corrin (Happy New Year!): You can count on us. We'll give it all we've got!

Marth: There's no doubt in my mind. But... I must ask... What do you intend to use as weapons?

Azura (Happy New Year!): Well, I shall smack my foes with this hagoita.

Takumi (Happy New Year!): And I shall toss this mochi at mine.

Camilla (Happy New Year!): My enemies shall be poked repeatedly with this kadomatsu.

Corrin (Happy New Year!): And mine shall recoil in fear at the mere sight of Hama Ya.

Marth: I...see... Perhaps I haven't made the severity of the situation clear. The fate of this world rests upon your—

Takumi (Happy New Year!): Well, we were in the middle of preparing for our first shrine trip of the new year when this all happened. Were you expecting us to be armed to the teeth with real weapons of war?

Azura (Happy New Year!): Don't worry. If I can wield a pine branch as a weapon and emerge victorious, I'm sure these will serve. The weapons matter not as long as we give it our all! Now let's go save this world.

After

Marth: The Tempest weakens. Thank you, Heroes. Your efforts have saved this world.

Corrin (Happy New Year!): Phew, I'm so glad to hear. That means we can get back to our shrine trip, right?

Takumi (Happy New Year!): Our trip was interrupted by this nasty business, so it's only right we get back to it.

Azura (Happy New Year!): May I ask, Marth... What will be your new-year wish?

Marth: A new-year wish? Oh... Well... I suppose my only wish has ever been that no world should become overwhelmed by despair.

Camilla (Happy New Year!): Hmm... That won't do.

Marth: I beg your pardon? Why will it not?

Camilla (Happy New Year!): Your idealistic wish is just lovely, dear, but taking on the weight of the world will just suffocate you. Be true to yourself. What's YOUR wish? Tell me something you want for yourself.

Marth: For...myself? Well... There is one thing I've always wanted, above all else. I wish to see my father again. And all the friends I've lost.

Camilla (Happy New Year!): Oh, now that is a lovely wish. Thank you for sharing it with us, Marth. Heehee, aren't you just a little cutie-pie. How would you like to try on a kimono? I happen to have a spare.

Marth: One of your kimono? N-no, thank you. It does not appear suited to a man such as Marth—uh, as myself...

Camilla (Happy New Year!): Oh, is that so? Something tells me it would suit someone like you perfectly well... Come with me, Marth. Let's get you into a changing room.

Marth: W-wait a second! Ahem, I mean... My apologies, but I have no time to celebrate with you. Until we meet again, Heroes!

Shrouded by the Storm

Before

Marth: And so we meet, Princess Fjorm, of Nifl, the Kingdom of Ice.

Fjorm: And you are?

Marth: Call me Marth. I have vowed to fight the chaos caused by the Tempest. Princess Fjorm... I ask for your aid, so that this world might be restored.

Fjorm: Restored? My kingdom, Nifl, could be saved? Very well. I have resolved to face any battle that would restore my homeland. Even so...

Marth: Yes?

Fjorm: You're asking that I throw myself into danger. How do I know that I can trust you in the heat of battle? Can you prove your loyalty to me?

Marth: I've asked you to have faith in me, and yet I hide behind a mask... I understand. Is there nothing I can do to earn your trust?

Fjorm: A good question. Perhaps... Yes... May I hold your sword for just a moment?

Marth: You wish to hold Falchion?

Fjorm: Yes. That would prove to me that you bear me no ill will...

Marth: Very well. If that is what it will take for you to believe in me, then I shall let you hold my blade.

Fjorm: Do this, and you will have my trust.

Fjorm: Stop! You can't trust her!

Marth: What?!

Fjorm: Oh, dearie me...

Fjorm: Who are you, and why are you impersonating me?

Marth: Two princesses?

Fjorm: Oh my, my, my... That didn't take long.

Loki: We were so close to the best part... What a shame.

Marth: Who are you?

Loki: I am Loki, an agent of chaos. The opposite of you, my dear... I'll wait for you in the depths of the Tempest. See you later, sweetie.

After

Loki: My, my. So it goes. Not that it matters I'll simply retreat... For now.

Marth: Wait! Who are you? What do you want?

Loki: What do I want? The joy of destroying worlds, and spreading chaos... Would you rather stare at a stone sitting by the side of a road, or watch it tumble down a cliffside? As it tumbles, it may, of course, crumble into dust... And yet...

Marth: ...

Loki: If you want to stop me, all you have to do is try. That would also kill my boredom... Farewell, dear Marth. I look forward to our next meeting, my dear.

Breath of Destiny

Before

Lilina (Love Abounds): Uncle Eliwood, the enemy is almost here.

Eliwood (Love Abounds): So I see... It's a shame this all had to happen in the middle of the festival. And to make matters worse, the cataclysm has divided our forces. At this rate...

Lilina (Love Abounds): Uncle...

Eliwood (Love Abounds): You must hide, Lilina. This place will soon be a battlefield.

Lilina (Love Abounds): But I want to fight, too!

Eliwood (Love Abounds): Out of the question. If something were to happen to you, I could never face Hector again.

Lilina (Love Abounds): You're concerned about my father? But...

Eliwood (Love Abounds): Roy should be close by. We'll be fine once we can join up.

Roy (Love Abounds): Father! Lilina! I'm so glad you're safe.

Lilina (Love Abounds): Roy!

Roy (Love Abounds): Father, Lord Hector is battling on the frontline. According to his new ally, our enemy is from another world... And this phenomenon is called the Tempest. I'm heading back into battle right away. Please, stay here and—

Eliwood (Love Abounds): No. I'm coming with you.

Roy (Love Abounds): But, Father... Your health...

Eliwood (Love Abounds): My health is fine. I understand that in your world, I'm ill... But right now, I'm at full strength. Now let's go and provide Hector with some assistance.

Roy (Love Abounds): Thank you, Father. It feels like some sort of dream to be able to fight by your side...

Eliwood (Love Abounds): Ha. Well, I'll do my best to leave you with a good impression. Now let's go!

After

Roy (Love Abounds): The vortex is fading.

Eliwood (Love Abounds): You're right. We managed to quell it, somehow.

Roy (Love Abounds): I'm glad... Father? ...Thank you.

Eliwood (Love Abounds): It's I who should thank you. The fractured worlds are repairing themselves. We should say our goodbyes while we can.

Roy (Love Abounds): Father...

Eliwood (Love Abounds): Roy... The way you fought shows that you are truly worthy of leading the Pherae armies. I am certain that you will be a child of fire... One that saves the land from an evil star. I'm proud to be your father. I hope we meet again, my dear son.

Roy (Love Abounds): Thank you, Father...

Invisible Ties

Before

Chrom (The True Quarry): Finally...it's over. Robin, we did it. We changed our fates! We have finally, truly won.

Robin (female): Yes... What's that!?

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Indeed. The course of fate has been altered.

Robin (female): Who are you!?

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Distortions flow through time and space... Causality is warped and twisted. This world's history has been set free. Who knows how it will waver and bend?

Chrom (The True Quarry): What's that supposed to mean? And you haven't answered Robin's question, either. Who are you!?

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Who am I? Robin, of course. Before fate was altered, Chrom slew me. I was reborn as Grima. I have come here in pursuit of the child who calls herself Marth.

Robin (female): You're saying that you're...me? From a different past?

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Indeed. We are one and the same. But we come from different worlds... Very different. Perhaps it's due to the intensity of the forces of chaos... I had not anticipated meeting a female self.

Robin (female): Well, here I am.

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Would this qualify as self-loathing? Because I have an intense desire to kill you... This turmoil is fascinating.

Chrom (The True Quarry): Don't you even think about it.

Robin (Fallen Heroes): Oh, Chrom... You're here? I didn't even notice you. You're grown in strength. I will have to tear some strips off of you before I devour you. Come to me... You have no choice, since the only way to escape the Tempest is to defeat me. I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima!

After

Marth: I should have known you were pulling the strings.

Loki: Well, well. You caught me. Do you really have time to waste on me, though? Don't you have a Fell Dragon to murder? And there's that young lady that Prince Chrom seems so attached to. She's Grima too, isn't she? Don't you worry that little artifice will come tumbling down some day? That she'll kill your dear prince? I would.

Marth: I'm aware of the situation. I once tried to kill her, myself...

Loki: Oh, really? My, my...

Marth: But I know better now. The bond those two share cannot be broken—by anything. We have the power to change fate.

Loki: Change fate? Oh, how adorable. But tell me this. Can you really be sure that changing fate will make you happy? And doesn't it seem likely that all your meddling will ruin some lives?

Marth: ...

Loki: Someone whose life was perfectly lovely... Well, they might not be quite so happy as you are... Once the world changes. All you really want to do is pick a future that suits you... Isn't that a little self-serving? If I can see that, dear, surely you can.

Marth: ... Of course I can.

Loki: Well, at least you'll admit that much. You may be completely lacking in charm, but you're not stupid. Of course, if you're too clever... That means I'd better kill you.

Marth: What!?

Loki: Oh, sweet pea. Did I scare you? Hush now. I don't mean right this second! I'll be seeing you again...