Shepherds (chapter)/Script

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(the group arrives at Ylisstol)
Robin: So this is Ylisstol, capital of Ylisse... I've never seen so many people!
Frederick: It appears the capital was spared the chaos we encountered, thank the gods. I see no evidence of the great quake. It must've been limited to the forest.
Lissa: Well, that's a relief!

Old Villager: Look! The exalt has come to see us!

(scene shifts: CG of Emmeryn)

Robin: The exalt is your ruler, yes?
Frederick: Yes. Her name is Lady Emmeryn.
Robin: Is it safe for her to walk among commoners like this?
Frederick: The exalt is a symbol of peace—Ylisse's most prized quality. Long ago, at the dawn of our age, the fell dragon tried to destroy the world. But the first exalt joined forces with the divine dragon and laid the beast low. Exalt Emmeryn reminds us all of the peace we fought for then.
Chrom: With Plegia poking at our borders, the people need her. She's a calming presence, when some might otherwise call for war.
Robin: Then the Ylissean people are indeed lucky to have her.

(scene shifts)

Lissa: She's also the best big sister anyone could ask for!
Robin: Yes, I imagine she... Wait, what? She's your... But wouldn't that make you and Chrom…
Frederick: The prince and princess of the realm, yes. You remember Chrom's name and not this?
Robin: You said you were "shepherds"!
Chrom: And so we are...in a manner of speaking. We just have a LOT of sheep.
Robin: C-Chrom... I mean, Prince Chrom! Sire! Forgive my dreadful manners!
Chrom: Just Chrom is fine. I've never been much for formalities.
Robin: The prince and princess... That explains why Frederick tolerates all the teasing, eh?
Frederick: Indeed. Oh, the sacrifices I make for the good of the realm…
Chrom: It looks like Emm is returning to the palace. Would you like to meet her?

(scene change; inside the castle)

Emmeryn: Chrom! Lissa! Welcome home. Oh, and good day, Frederick. How fared you all?
Chrom: Well—we shouldn't have any bandit problems for a while.
Emmeryn: Wonderful. And our people?
Chrom: Safe as they can be, Emm. But we still need to watch the borders. The brigands crossed over from Plegia.
Phila: Forgive me, milord. My pegasus knights should have intercepted them.
Chrom: No, Phila. Your duty was here, with the exalt.
Lissa: And besides, we had plenty of help!
Emmeryn: Ah, you speak of your new companion here?
Chrom: This is Robin. <He/She> fought bravely with us against the brigands. I've decided to make <him/her> a Shepherd.
Emmeryn: It sounds as though Ylisse owes you a debt of gratitude, Robin.
Robin: Not at all, milady!
Frederick: Forgive me, Your Grace, but I must speak. Robin claims to have lost <his/her> memory, but it is only that: a claim. We cannot rule out the possibility that <he/she> is a brigand <himself/herself> or even a Plegian spy.
Chrom: Frederick!
Emmeryn: Yet you allowed <him/her> into the castle, Chrom. Does this <man/woman> have your trust?
Chrom: Yes. <He/She> risked <his/her> life for our people. That's good enough for me.
Emmeryn: Well then, Robin... It seems you've earned Chrom's faith, and as such you have mine as well.
Robin: Milady.
Emmeryn: But thank you, Frederick, for your prudence, as always. Chrom and Lissa are blessed to have so tireless a guardian. I do hope they remember to mention that from time to time…
Frederick: They occasionally express something akin to gratitude, Your Grace. Phila, I assume you've heard about the deathly creatures we encountered, yes?
Phila: Yes, milord. They've been sighted all across Ylisse.
Emmeryn: Chrom, we are about to hold council. I was hoping you could join us.
Chrom: Of course.
Lissa: I think that's our cue, Robin! C'mon, there's a place I want to show you.

Pre-Battle

Lissa: Here we are! The Shepherds' garrison. Go on, make yourself at home. (Robin enters and looks around)
Maribelle: Lissa, my treasure! Are you all right? I've been on pins and needles! (enters, rushing to Lissa)
Lissa: Oh, hey, Maribelle!
Maribelle: "Oh, hey" yourself! I've sprouted 14 gray hairs fretting over you!
Lissa: Aw, you worry too much. I can handle a battle or two! ...Although I could do without the bugs and the bear barbecue…
Vaike: Hey, squirt! Where's Chrom? I bet he had a rough time out there without ol' Teach and his trusty axe!
Lissa: Oh, so you're "Teach" now, Vaike, is that it? Hee hee! And here I thought people were just born lacking wits. It can be taught?
Vaike: Ha! Never doubt the Vaike! ...Wait, was that an insult?
Sumia: Beg pardon, but when might we see the captain?
Maribelle: Poor Sumia. She's simply been beside herself with concern... Her eyes were scanning the horizon all day during training. ...She might have earned fewer bruises fighting blindfolded.
Lissa: Aw, Sumia, that's so sweet of you to worry about Chrom.
Sumia: Worry? Well, I... He's our captain and our prince—of course I'd worry!
Vaike: So, who's the stranger?
Lissa: No one's stranger than you, Vaike... But allow me to introduce Robin! <He/She> just joined the Shepherds. Chrom's made <him/her> our new tactician. You should see all the tricks <he's/she's> got up <his/her> sleeve!
Vaike: Oh yeah? Can <he/she> do this? *buuuuuurp*
Robin: I'm sure I have much to learn in the belching arts, "Teach." In any case, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintances.
Maribelle: Ugh, Vaike! That was abhorrent! Must you baseborn oafs pollute even the air with your buffoonery? And you, Robin! Don't encourage him! I'd hoped you were cut from finer cloth. Hmph! (leaves)
Sumia: Don't take it to heart, Robin. Maribelle warms to people slowly.
Lissa: Or burns too quickly! Hee hee! But yeah, just give her time. (Chrom enters)
Sumia: Ah! Captain! You've returned! I was— I mean, we were so—(steps forward, trips on papers on the floor; she gets up and dusts herself off)
Chrom: Sumia! Are you all right? ...Those boots of yours again?
Sumia: No! I mean, yes! I mean... *sigh*
Chrom: All right, listen, everyone: in the morning, we'll be marching to Regna Ferox.
Robin: Regna Ferox?
Sumia: A unified kingdom to Ylisse's north. Inhabited by barbarians, or so it's said.
Chrom: Warriors are what they are, and we'll need their strength to quell this new menace. Typically, the exalt would request such aid in person. But given recent events... Well, the people might worry should my sister suddenly leave the capital. So the task has been passed to us. Now, this mission is strictly voluntary. So if, for any—
Lissa: I volunteer!
Vaike: Me too! You'll be needin' ol' Teach along for such a delicate mission!
Kellam: I'll go as well. ...What? I've been here the whole time!
Sumia: I... I, um…
Chrom: Yes, Sumia?
Sumia: It's just that... I'm not sure I'm quite ready for a proper mission just yet. I'd probably just get in the way.
Chrom: Well, you could stay behind the main group, and if a battle is met, just watch and learn? Your choice, of course. But some lessons can only be learned on the battlefield.
Sumia: W-well, if you think it wise, Captain.
Chrom: Just stay by me and you'll be fine.
Sumia: Oh, yes! I mean— Yes, sir, I'll do that!

(scene change)

Chrom: Is everyone ready? We've a long march ahead.
Stahl: W-wait for me! (runs onscreen)
Chrom: Stahl?
Stahl: Why am I the last to hear about this expedition to Ferox?
Lissa: Huh? Vaike was supposed to... Vaike! Did you forget to tell Stahl about our mission?
Vaike: The Vaike never forgets! ...I just don't always remember, is all…
Lissa: Ugh... I swear, you'd forget your own name if you weren't constantly saying it yourself! Speaking of which, are you SURE you remembered your axe this time?
Vaike: Hey! That was one time! ...Okay, twice, but training sessions don't count. Anyway, I got it right here. Teach is loaded and ready for action! Glad to have you along, Stahl, ol' buddy.
Stahl: That makes one of us. I was in such a hurry, I had to miss breakfast! There were muffins, and cakes, and... Well, I can tell you all about it while we march…
Robin: Your name is Stahl, right?
Chrom: Oh, I'm sorry, Robin. This is Stahl, one of our finest.
Stahl: Hello, Robin. Miriel told me we had a new Shepherd. Er, Miriel's one of our mages. She should catch up soon.

(scene change)

Chrom: Gods, have the Risen spread this far?
Robin: "Risen"?
Frederick: We needed a name for this new threat, so the council gave them one.
Chrom: Everyone, remember what we're up against!
Vaike: Mya ha! They'll remember ME once I drive my axe into their... Wait... My axe. Where's my axe?! I had it a second ago!
Chrom: Vaike, this is no time for jokes…
Vaike: I'm serious! It's gone, but I JUST had it! It's got to be around here somewhere…
Chrom: Keep to the rear, then! The battle is nigh!

Battle

(Turn 1 player phase)

Frederick: All right, listen up. ...Especially those of you who BROUGHT weapons! All weapons have strengths and weaknesses to bear in mind. Lances have an advantage over swords, for example, while swords best axes. We'll want to work this into our strategy whenever possible.

(End of turn 1 enemy phase: Miriel appears)

Miriel: Splendid! It seems I've caught up. Now to extirpate these brutes...

(Turn 2 player phase)

Miriel: Hmm? Is that an axe? Why yes it is... Perhaps someone mislaid it? I'd not thought such dereliction permissible among the Shepherds. Still, I'd be remiss to not return this implement to its owner. Perhaps along with a stern word or two of disapprobation!

(Upon Miriel giving Vaike the Iron Axe)

Vaike: Whoa! My axe!
Miriel: I wondered what manner of ignoramus would mislay their weapon. Now I know.
Vaike: Thanks, Miriel! ...Er, for the axe, anyway.
Miriel: Perhaps next time I'll use a spell to fasten it to your hands...permanently.

(Turn 4 player phase)

Chrom: What next, Robin? Guide our swords.
Frederick: Might I advise patience, milord? Robin is a fine tactician, but we have been working <him/her> mercilessly. Even the best of us needs rest.
Chrom: Yes, of course. I'm sorry.
Frederick: Perhaps Robin would prefer we choose our own actions at times.
Chrom: But how will we know?
Frederick: We could use a simple command that lets us fight on our own. So long as Robin realizes such a strategy does not guarantee victory. Acting as we see fit may not always lead us to the best course of action.

(Upon obtaining a droppable weapon)

Frederick: Hmph. Finders, keepers. He won't be needing it anymore.

(When fighting the Risen Chief)

Risen Chief: Gwaaaaaar!

(Upon defeating the Risen Chief)

Risen Chief: Unnngh...

Post-Battle

Chrom: Finally, and good riddance! But if they're appearing this far up the Northroad…
Frederick: Then no path is safe. We'll need to stay wary.