Forest of the Sage/Script

Part 1: Key Ingredient

Pre-Battle

Sharena: Wh-whaaughh!
Reginn: Princess Sharena! Hhng— Got ya!
Alfonse: Sharena! Are you all right?
Sharena: A…pit trap? If Prince Reginn hadn’t grabbed me, I’d be skewered by all the stakes at the bottom. I owe you! And I won’t forget it… I don’t think I can thank you enough!
Anna: Another pit trap? What is going on in these woods?
Reginn: Well, Eitri, the sage, is also an inventor. The traps were invented to keep the intruders out. That’s what Eitri told me, anyway. And that’s why almost no one from Niðavellir ever comes here!
Alfonse: It would have been nice to have known that earlier…
Sharena: Huh! The forest may be treacherous, but look at these beautiful blossoms! How refreshing… And this one is—
Alfonse: Sharena, wait!
Sharena: Aahh! One step into the flowers and enemy forces appeared out of nowhere!
Alfonse: Right.

(scene change to the map screen)

Ronan: Sorry to make you worry, Mother. However…I must fight. That is what I’ve decided.

Post-Battle

Ótr: Your Majesty, I have returned! …King Fáfnir? …Brother? He’s gone… Back on the battlefield, no doubt. I should follow after him, and quickly. We are the only family each other has now. Askr’s Order of Heroes… Our usual methods won’t be enough to deal with them. But I won’t give up. If I’m going to get the divine weapon Járngreiper, the weapon that destroys gates…that summoner will be key.

Part 2: Princess of Ulster

Pre-Battle

Miranda: No matter how low I fall, I will never forsake the pride of Ulster.

Part 3: Lady of Loptr

Pre-Battle

Sara: My mother and father are dead. And they say it was my grandfather who murdered my father.

Post-Battle

???: Urghh… What is this power… The might…of Niðavellir… Fáf…nir…
Fáfnir: Is that all? Absurd. One more country claimed in my name! HAHAHAHA! HAHAha…hah… Hmph. This isn’t— Not here either. Where is it?! What am I searching for? It…eludes me still.
Ótr: Brother!
Fáfnir: …Ótr.
Ótr: Are you all right? Is it another headache again?
Fáfnir: Yes, I…fell like I’m on the verge of remembering something… Something before even waking on that battlefield in ruin…
Ótr: Don’t overexert yourself, Brother. Things so far in the past hardly matter now, do they? You are king of Niðavellir! What more could anyone want?
Fáfnir: …
Ótr: And what a spectacle you’ve made! I followed as fast as I could, but you seem to have ended things here… So, where should we invade next? Nifl? …Múspell, perhaps? The realm of the dead, the realm of dreams… Take your pick! It will all be yours eventually, Brother!
Fáfnir: Anywhere will do. But first, you went to collect Reginn from that lot in Askr, didn't you? And?
Ótr: Ah, right. Let me explain…

Part 4: A Mage’s Oath

Pre-Battle

Asbel: Leif is the sort of person who, to me, is of great significance.

Part 5: King and Sage

Pre-Battle

Reginn: We’re close! Eitri’s grove should be just ahead!
Sharena: What’s the sage like, I wonder… From the sound of it, I’m betting he has a long, long beard! …I’m excited to meet him! What do you think he’ll be like, Alfonse?
Alfonse: Hm? What are you— Ah! Look out, Kiran!
(the screen flashes white)
Fáfnir: Quite the dodge you managed there. I see how you’ve been able to elude Ótr thus far.
Alfonse: Who are you?!
Fáfnir: Fáfnir, king of this realm, Niðavellir. I’ve come to greet those who bested my brother and seduced my sister. It appears you’re stronger than expected. Maybe you’ll be able to offer me some entertainment.
Anna: Entertainment, hm? You know Reginn is in our company, don’t you?
Reginn: Brother, I—
Fáfnir: Save your breath, Reginn. Ótr told me everything. Think you can just join up with Askr, do you?
Reginn: Brother, the fighting has to stop! It only brings suffering! I…I want my gentle brother back.
Fáfnir: Hmph. The strong rule the weak. That is the natural order, is it not? Uncivilized louts should kneel and submit to me. What could make one happier than knowing their place? Permit me to demonstrate exactly where your place is! AHAHAHA!
Sharena: Lout?! How rude! I’d never kneel before someone who treated others with such disrespect!

(scene change to the map screen)

Reginn: You’re wrong. I can’t accept that! And it’s not only other kingdoms that suffer from our campaigns… The constant war hurts the people of Niðavellir too! Can’t you see that, Brother?!
Fáfnir: Who bought peace to Niðavellir, ending the long, bloody struggle? As I recall, it was me. And now I bring peace to everyone everywhere. The people should be rejoicing, and you along with them.
Alfonse: King Fáfnir! A kingdom does not exist without its people, and neither are your property, even as king! Whether you are blind to that fact or refuse to acknowledge it, you have no right to lead!
Fáfnir: Heh…ha…AHAHAHA! You think the lectures of a self-righteous little prig would chance my mind? Your parentage is what won you your crown, sweet prince. What could you possibly know of the right to rule? To rule is to do violence. And as your ruler, I will exercise my right to take your life here and now!

Post-Battle

Reginn: Gyaaaaahh!
Sharena: We… There’s no way… H-he can’t…
Alfonse: He’s a monster! He’s too strong!

(scene change off of the map screen)

Fáfnir: AHAHAHA! Was that all? And after I came all this way… Shameful. Reginn, did you really throw in with this sorry lot in hopes of stopping me? Sad…
Reginn: Fáf…nir… Brother…
Fáfnir: And who’s this now? I suppose you must be our sweet prince’s sister? What pretty eyes you have… How do you imagine your brother would react if I plucked them out and fed them to him…
Sharena: Nyaaahh! D-don’t touch me!
Reginn: Broth…er! Stop!
Fáfnir: Enough with the— Ahhh! You must be the summoner I’ve heard so much about…aren’t you? They say you’re the savior of Askr. There’s something I’ve always wondered. Maybe you can answer. What does a savior’s heart look like when it’s been freed from the chest? Any different, you think? Let’s find out together, shall we?
Alfonse: Stop! I won’t let you lay a finger on Kiran!
(the screen flashes white)
Fáfnir: Who—?!
Eitri: Everyone to my grove and into the shrine—now!
Reginn: Eitri!
Sharena: Wait—that GIRL is the sage?!
Alfonse: This way! Quick, while we still can, Kiran!
Fáfnir: Eitri! You dare oppose me?!
Eitri: Fáfnir, you are an abomination. I can stand by no longer.
(the screen flashes white)
Fáfnir: Tch. Gone… Impudent brat. Nothing to do but withdraw for the moment, then. With her helping the Askr whelps, crushing them all might be with the wait. AHAHAHA!