Mad King Gangrel/Script

Chapter 11: Mad King Gangrel
(at a fortress)


 * Aversa: The enemy has taken the field, milord.


 * Gangrel: Back already? Ha! It feels as though we just said our good-byes...


 * Aversa: Our scouts report they are in surprisingly good spirits.


 * Gangrel: Since when do you trust our scouts? Besides, what does it matter? They're armed like beggars compared to us! I could break their ranks as easily as I break wind.


 * Aversa: I'd love to hear the song the bards make of that.


 * Gangrel: Aversa, there is a truth about he world this Ylissean welp must learn. A man is either strong... ...or he is dead! Bwa ha haaa!

(a soldier reports to Gangrel and Aversa)


 * Soldier: Y-Your Highness! Dire news!


 * Gangrel: Oh? Speak.


 * Soldier: Our troops are laying down their weapons and deserting en masse! Please, sire... I am but a messenger... Have mercy...

(at Border Wastes; Frederick runs to Chrom and the Avatar)


 * Frederick: Milord, I've a report from Khan Flavia. The Plegian army is in disarray.


 * Chrom: How do you mean?


 * Frederick: It seems man of their soldiers are opposed to further violence. There has been infighting, desertion... Gangrel is trying to stamp out the mutiny by force, but with little success. Outside of a few faithful who serve him directly, his army has all but collapsed.


 * Chrom: This is incredible news. But why...? ...Emmeryn.


 * Frederick: Yes, milord. Emmeryn. The report says Gangrel's men chant her name as they abandon the field. Her words, and her sacrifice, have made her a folk hero of sorts.


 * Chrom: Emmeryn... Why did it take me so long to understand? She believed all people desire peace. She knew, deep down, the Plegians wanted it, too. It just took her to bring it to the surface.


 * Avatar: ......


 * Chrom: I hope she can see this, wherever she is... Today, we put an end to Mad King Gangrel and bring peace back to the land.

Pre-battle

 * Gangrel: Good day, my little princeling! Still dreaming of your squashed sister?


 * Chrom: No more talk, Gangrel. Today, you die, and peace returns to Ylisse and Plegia.


 * Gangrel: Pah! Such hypocrisy! You despise me, wretch! You want to cut me down! You don't know the first thing about peace! No man does!


 * Chrom: I know more than you ever will.


 * Gangrel: More than me? More than ME?! Bwa ha! ...You ARE me! When life asks you a question, you answer with blood!


 * Chrom: Maybe you're right... I will never be my sister. I cannot forgive men like you--men who sow nothing but evil. All I have left arc words and her memory. Were I alone, I would be driven to madness. ...Or worse. But I'm not alone. My friends and brothers in arms stand behind me.


 * Gangrel: ...Are you done? May I vomit now? Bwa ha ha! What a flowery harangue! Men are beasts! Nothing more! We fight! We kill! We devour our prey! Beasts do not stand behind beasts, little prince... They use each other only so long as it suits their own selfish purpose!


 * Chrom: Perhaps this explains why your own soldiers refuse to stand behind you? You are a poison. A festering wound. And I will do what my sister could not.


 * Gangrel: Such a clever tongue you have, little prince... It will look quite fetching hanging on my mantle, next to your sister's corpse!

(Olivia arrives on the battlefield)


 * Olivia: Milord, I have come! Am I too late? I don't claim my dance as anything special, but Khan Basilio says it renews the spirit!

Victory: Rout the enemy