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Death Dialogue

Baldras

I'm coming... Erwen...

Harper

Harper: Unngh...

Baldras: Harper, no!

Relana

I'm finished...

Lord Maddock

How can this be?

Helicrom

This is the end for me...

Scenario 1: The Raid

Story Text

From the journal of Baldras, 21, Scatterseed, 501 YW.

Months... seven months it's been since the Crown did send a single guard here to help us. This Garard II be a pompous stinker, even worser than his pa! Us of these border towns Delwyn and Dallben already be poor and needy, yet alls 'His Majesty' can think of is tax, tax, tax, takin' all our hard earned gold from us. Then he uses our gold to provoke more wars with more orcs just for personal glory and more land for them grubby nobles to lord over.

To abbadon with the Crown! We got no armies and we don't even got real weapons, but we of the Western Marches make do just fine with our slings and clubs. In all Annuvin Province, there won't be nobody besting us in these swamps. We're self-reliant out here. We gots our own trade routes and pacts of mutual defence. No need for them Wesnothians. Not a single bit.

The sun were out today, but it were raining too. Weird mix of brightness and woe. Reminds me of the day Harper's pa died in that orc raid. Since my sis Erwen passed when he were young, poor lad had nobody but me. Never wanted no kid of my own but... he's mine to take care of now. Fine lad, that one, just a bit careless like his pa. I needs to keep a good eye on him now, with all them orcs running round here of late.

Introductory Dialogue

Fal Khag: I long to burn human cities, but that weaselly witch thinks we're only good enough for these puny villages. These hapless clods barely have anything, but at least the witch's gold is good.

Ride, you worms! Let's finish our raid before their hunters return.

Red: Look, goblin riders approach! You was right, they was going to raid Dallben while we was gone.

Baldras: We gots to stop them or they'll burn down the whole village. Damn these goblins and damn the Crown. We always be havin' to fight for ourselves.

Harper: Uncle, we got no time to talk! Them riders are heading full speed straight for Dallben. We'll need to chase them down through those woods, and fast, or we won't be able to catch up.

Baldras: Do it. Hold them beasts back till us old-timers get there to finish 'em off.

And Harper... don't be getting reckless on me today. Your old man died like that, changing into a pack of goblins by 'imself. I won't lose ya the same way.

Harper: I know, I know, no need to worry so much. All right, let's go!

Fal Khag is killed

Fal Khag: I was... too weak..?

Harper: Silly goblin.

Goblins near the Village

Harper: They're getting close to Dallben! What should we do?

Baldras: There be a couple guards in the village. Might be able to slow them wolves down if they get closer.

Wolmas: Look! Goblin riders be on the hunt, headed right for Dallben!

Remald: We gots to stop them!

Ally unit near the Village

Wolmas: What's happeninng here? Why be you running like mad, unit?

Unit: Goblin riders be on the hunt, headed right for Dallben. We gots to stop them!

Harper reaches the backpack

Harper: Hey, someone left their pack here. I could use it to carry some more rocks.

Victory

Harper: These orc raids keep getting harder and harder to hold off. Feels like every new day's just another chance for us to lose everything...

Baldras: That Garard II stopped sendin' patrols out here a while back. Stinker probably sent his troops on some new war against them orcs. Don't really matter. Technically Annuvin be under the charge of Elensefar, but you don't see 'em coming to help us either.

Harper: Then why do we got to pay taxes to the King? Maybe Elensefar doesn't help us, but at least they don't take our gold.

Baldras: We don't got no choice, lad. If I don't give them what they want, they'll make trouble for everyone in Dallben.

Harper: But we can't keep doing this forever, Uncle. If we stay like this, those orcs will eventually overrun us. What should we do?

Baldras: I don't know, Harper. I just don't know. Alls I can say is we're on our own out here.

Defeat

Harper: The goblins reached the village! Now there'll be nothing left after they raid our homes...

Scenario 2: Civil Disobedience

Story Text

Baldras' journal, 6 Deeproot, 501 YW:

Me and Harper visited Erwen's grave today. I helped tha lad pick her a bunch of flowers - we even found some of her favourite, blue lillies. Harper doesn't remember her much, but he still thinks lots about her. Lad reminds me so much of his ma often times, real bright and brassy, even if he doesn't got her sense or wits. I'm just hoping he be learning more with time.

Speaking of sense, I gots me a bad feelings in my gut about today. I'd better ready our hunting troop when I get back to the village, just in case...

Introductory Dialogue

Harper: Look, riders approach.

Baldras: Stand fast, nephew.

Tarwen: By order of the Queen, the magistrate of this town is to travel with us to Elensefar for vetting.

Baldras: The Crown did long since abandon our village. You Wesnothians be too busy countin' the gold from our taxes to be sending aid against them orcs. Nobody here be leaving to nowhere.

Tarwen: Insolent peasant. Try not my patience, else I shall be forced to drag thy deceased corpse back with me to the city.

Baldras: Try it then, stinker.

Tarwen: As you wish.

Guard the gate.

Harper: Uncle, since when did we have a queen?

Baldras: Since a few years back, I think, but weren't never her giving out no orders...

It doesn't really matter right now. Harper, get yerself out o'here. This be no kind of battle for you.

Harper: I can fight!

Baldras: Harper, do what I say to ya.

Harper: We're in this together. Death to the Wesnothians!

Baldras: Impulsive lad...

Enemy unit takes a village

Peasant: Help, help! I'm being repressed!

Ally unit is killed

Harper: They just killed an innocent man! Murderers!

Tarwen: Cry thine eyes out for me, peasant.

Enemy unit is killed

Harper: Take that, you bullies!

Baldras reaches the mace

Baldras: I oughta bring out the good mace to fight off these thugs.

Attack Tarwen

Tarwen: Back, back ye curs!

Tarwen Dies

Killer: Get out of my village!

Unit: We beat their leader, but a couple of them riders escaped. What should we do?

Baldras: Somethin' be very wrong here. That Garard weren't never no hero or nothing, but his men never would've attacked us. The Queen must've did something to him.

Harper: We've got to tell the people of Delwyn about this. Ol' magistrate Relana will have some ideas.

Unit: That's true. Whenever there's been troubles, we've always looked to her for help.

Baldras: Fine. We'll go to Delwyn, see what Relana gots to say. With them riders so eagerly attackin' us today, I'm thinking Delwyn will be under threat too.

Harper: So we'll have to fight them Wesnothians again?

Baldras: Alls I can say for certain is we've made ourselves enemies of the Crown. They'll be hunting us now.

Harper: Then we're outlaws.

Baldras: Aye, outlaws.

Time Runs Out

Baldras: Oh, no! We have run out of time, they have arrived with reinforcements...

Defeat

Narrator: They would be remembered only traitors rightly put down by the Queen's lances. And in the dark years to come, woe betide any who questioned it.

Scenario 3: A Strategy of Hope

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Baldras' journal, 10 Deeproot, 501 YW:

Been a strange few days. Had to leave Dallben real quick. We grabbed whatever we could in just a day, some food, some clothes, sis's lucky bracelet... and made off for Delwyn as quick as these old bones would let me. It be a three day journey there for me, but I sended Harper ahead for Relana first. Said we'd meet her in the usual hiding spot in the swamp.

This whole mess be utter stupidness. Of all the things to be driving us from our home, how did it ended up being those accursed Wesnothians? Blasted Crown. Doesn't matter whoever's the one giving out them orders, those stinkers in Weldyn always be making trouble for us country folk.

I'm too old for all this. Them orc raids already be plenty for me to deal with. I don't be keen on fighting no war with Wesnoth. But... I suppose, I don't reallu got no choice either. Harper's still too young to be leading anyone, and it doesn't seen like anyone else in the village be suitable.

In times like these... I still wish Erwen was here with us. Little sis were always the best of us two. She always knew how to keep her temper and her wits about her. What would she say to me now? Probably something like: "Quit yapping ya old dog and focus on what you're doing. We've got to be getting them people to safety." Cheeky kid, that one. But she'd be right, I has me a responsibility to our people. Got a lot of trouble ahead of us...

Introductory Dialogue

Relana: Baldras! Ya made it! Lil Harper here told me all about what happened.

Baldras: Aye, Relana. It were one o' the Queen's patrol, strange as it do sound. Turns out they was itchin' to attack us soon as I wasn't willing to leave with 'em.

Harper: But we fought those ugly scoundrels off!

Relana: Queen's patrol, ya say? They sent them a messenger our way a couple days ago, demanding our allegiance to some 'Asheviere'. Weren't that Garard's young bride or something? Why's she the one in charge now?

Baldras: I don't know, but some of them riders escaped us. Be they'll report back to their local garrison, tell them we're a bunch o' traitors.

Unit:Then they'll be comin' back in force.

Relana: We needs more information. We should consult ourselves with Elensefar. Lord Maddock surely gots to know more than us.

Baldras: Elensefar? Why him?

Relana: Well all Annuvin be ruled by Elensefar, right? We don't gots to heed anything Wesnoth says. Lord Maddock's technically the one we answer to.

Baldras: It don't matter. Weldyn be doing whatever it likes while Maddock says nothing. He knows, but he don't care.

Relana: But we still need that knowledge, Baldras. We can't be coming up with any great plan without no information. We both knows that if Weldyn brings one o' their armies here, there be no way we can fight them off.

Baldras: Perhaps, but - hold there. Did ya hear that? Sounded like some wolf howl.

Relana: Somethin' smells like lizard too. We're not alone here.

Harper: Finally, some action!

Urk Delek: Blasted humans and blasted Fal Khag! Stupid goblin was only supposed to scout that puny village, not fight it by himself. Then those damned humans rejected our help and look where that got them.

"Don't know why the Queen hired some stinkin' orcs, we don't need you here." Yeah, well now they're dead like a bunch of beasts.

Thhsthss: Your ordersss mean nothing to usss, orc. You promissed uss gold.

Urk Delek: Shut your trap, lizard. You'll get your gold as soon as my wolves get their meat.

Reaching the swamp

Baldras: I don't likes me the look of that water.

Killing Urk Delek

Urk Delek: Blasted pink-skins...

Harper reaches the bottle

Harper: That's some fresh tasty water. Mmm!

Killing Thhsthss

Thhsthss: Thisss was not part of the deal...

Victory

Baldras: Something be very wrong here. Those orcs has weapons with Army forge-markings.

Relana: Aye, and the gold in their pouches looks new from mint. Could just be plunder, but...

Baldras: Don't seem like it. I be thinking these orcs were hired to scout us. But for what? Of all the alliances to be making, why would Weldyn be hiring orcs?

Relana: I thinks your mission to Lord Maddock just became even more urgent. We needs to know the Queen's motives.

Baldras: I don't like leaving our people here alone, but I sees your point. If we wait, more will be coming.

Relana: For now, I can stay here and perhaps talk them Wesnothians out of attacking us directly, but I don't think s it will work forever. To survive this, we needs to act quick, Baldras.

Baldras: Then we'll go to Elensefar as fast as we can. Lucky be with ya, Relana.

Time Runs Out

Baldras: We have tarried here for far too long... there is no way we can reach Elensefar and return with help before the Wesnoth army destroys our homes. Retreat!!

Defeat

Narrator: Baldras and Relana returned to their villages to find them destroyed, with those who fought left dead and the few survivors born away to unguessable fates. It was a bitter doom, and as Wesnoth descended into darkness they would live to see worse.

Scenario 4: Unlawful Orders

Introductory Dialogue

Baldras: Maddock, I be coming to report-

Lord Maddock: I am already aware of your altercation in Dallben, Baldras. Your dissent was not wise.

Baldras: Dissent? Maddock, I'm not trusting no strange riders who show up out of nowhere claimin' to be from the Queen. Seems like a bunch of pig-dirt to me.

Lord Maddock: That was partially my fault, since I was not able to send a messenger to you in time. I shall have to inform you now. Five weeks ago, at the Ford of Abez, Queen Asheviere's men allied themselves with the northern orcs and betrayed King Garard II.

Since Prince Eldred died in the battle, the Queen took the throne and has been consolidating her power. Part of that has been bringing the elders from the local villages here, forcing them to swear allegiance to her. That was the purpose of that patrol.

Baldras: Annuvin province be ruled by Elensefar! We has no duty to Weldyn.

Lord Maddock: You do now. I do not really need to tell you what will happen should you refuse Her Majesty's offer.

Baldras: Grow a spine, Maddock. If they come to ya and make you swear fealty to this Asheviere, would ya really give up that easy?

Lord Maddock: Well, they do not come within the walls of my city. There is a large garrison south at the great fortress of Halstead, but even should they mobilize all their troops, I doubt they could take Elensefar. It is true that for now, the majority of my forces are still returning from the battle of Abez, but unless we are attacked within the next few days, I shall be able to hold the city.

Baldras: And what about us? Throw us like dogs to those Wesnothians?

Lord Maddock: We have an uneasy peace to maintain. The treaty between Elensefar and Wesnoth is ancient, and I do not think Her Majesty means to break it. At the same time, I have some concessions that I shall have to make. I cannot afford a war with Weldyn, as you can surely understand.

Harper: But we can't do nothing! The Queen even be sending them beast orcs against us, that's how evil she is! Surely you can't stand for this...

Lord Maddock: Yes, I am aware of Queen Asheviere's propensity for hiring orcs to supplement her forces. That does not mean I could do anything about it, even if I were so inclined. The best advice I can give you is to just apologize. Even if they may want your head, Baldras, you still have the chance to preserve your village. Think of the bigger picture.

Baldras: The bigger picture of you idly sittin' here waiting till them Wesnothians come to take the city right from your hands.

Lord Maddock: I very much doubt they would be bold enough to attack us outright-

Baldras: Head out of your behind, Maddock. Open your eyes! Look south and tell me that again!

Lord Maddock: An invading army? No, something is not right with those soldiers... but I presume we have no time to ponder that. To arms!

Enemy units attack

Lord Maddock: Hold there, soldier! Can we not come to terms without bloodshed?

Enemy unit: ...

Lord Maddock: Hmmm. Something is wrong indeed...

Dusk

Narrator: The sun sets...

Baldras and Harper watch, petrified, as the skin and the flesh of their adversaries begin to rot away.

Harper: By the Light! Them things look like evil spirits! Are they those undead you told me about, Uncle?

Baldras: They bears some likeness, but these men almost seem half alive. This be some kind of truly dreadful sorcery.

Finding the chest

Unit: Hey, look! Some buried trasure!

Dawn Approaches

Lord Maddock: So, their human aspect returns. Whatever these creatures are, we shall crush them all under the light of the sun.

Victory

Killer: Who are you? What are you?

Kestrel: We... are accursed. We were the soldiers of Prince Eldred, the King's son and betrayer... when the Prince was slain at the hands of the mage Delfador, those of us who bore witness to it were warped into these twisted forms. Now, our mortal bodies pass... into another plane of hellish existence...

Lord Maddock: Such is the price for trachery.

Baldras: Maddock, we helped you defend your city. Will you help us now?

Lord Maddock: ...

Listen carefully. I shall not openly speak against Asheviere seeing as some of her spies are in the city... however, rest assured, I certainly do not trust the Queen and her questionable tactics.

Baldras: What can ya offer us then?

Lord Maddock: Well, I do not normally make my relationship with them known, but I can make an exception. South-east of here, in Carcyn, you may find assistance from one of my... contacts. Their methods should be better suited to your needs. As for your homes, I cannot offer you protection against Weldyn, but I can arrange for some roads to be closed to delay their patrols. That is the most I can do for you.

Baldras: Hmph. Clear that you won't help us fight, but I gots no more time to be stayin' here. If we is going to resist the Crown a second time, we needs ourselves a good plan. Hope that you're not sending us to our deaths, Maddock.

Time Runs Out

Baldrass: Look, more riders come from the southeast. We cannot survive another assault. We are finished!

Defeat

Narrator: Asheviere's armies assembled and struck before the nascent rebellion could even be planned. Without the necessary forces, Annuvin soon fell under Weldyn's absolute control.

Scenario 5: Hide and Seek

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22 Deeproot, 501 YW

Been a tough few days since we left Elensefar with all them patrols running around. Going by boat along the Great River, we has been managing to avoid them Wesnothians, but being constantly on the lookout be real taxing. I truly be starting to feel tiredness in my bones... old men like me should be sitting back at home, resting our grey bodies and watchin' over them younger folk growing up. I don't got no business here, running around as some outlaw. Maybe if I was ten years younger...

Anyway, the messenger I sent back to Relana should be in Delwyn already. We should be arriving to Carcyn soon too, to where that coward Maddock said his 'contact' be. Truths be told, I don't know how this'll be turning out, especially since I don't be no social butterfly like sis were. Don't like me no city folk really. But I'll deal with them if I gots to.

Introductory Dialogue

Narrator: Relentlessly pursued by riders patrolling the road to Elensefar, Baldras and his men traveled unseen along the swampy banks of the Great River to the city of Carcyn. They hid until nightfall, then crept out to find the help Lord Maddock hinted was here.

Harper: Wow, is that Carcyn in the distance? Look at how grand some of them spires be!

Baldras: Not since I were a young lad did I come this far south. Maybe it looks impressive now, but city life weren't never something real nice. Them city folk be real impatient and mean. Always wantin' some price for their help, too.

Harper: Well, we need their help now, don't we? So we got to work out a way to get to Lord Maddock's friend. But he didn't say anything about who that was.

Baldras: Harper, when a noble lord says he don't want some kind of relationship known, it means some kind o' connection with the black market. We be looking for criminals, probably some thieves' den. Or, maybe they be looking for us.

Right on time.

Harper: How do we know we can trust him?

Link: If you were one of my quarries, your throat would be slit by now, boy. As it is, you two are still in imminent danger. Just a week ago, the Crown sent a contingent of heavy infantry here to supervise the city. They're patrolling the streets and forests for us.

Baldras: I be assuming they'll also try to stop us if they see us.

Link: Very likely. Now hurry, you must make it past the city into the Grey Woods. There is a small path in the south-east that leads into the forest. Look for the signpost. My brother Hans will guide you from there. Avoid the soldiers if you can.

See the Town Guards

Unit: Looks like these guards be holding stationary posts. If we're careful, we can get ourselves around them unnoticed.

Baldras: Harper, you younger and faster folks need to be our eyes. Scout ahead and find a way past the guards, but make sure ya don't get yourself spotted...

Town Guards Start Chasing

Enemy unit: Who goes there? Halt!

Harper: They've seen us! Run!

Hans is found

Hans: This way, into the forest! We'll be able to lose them in the Grey Woods.

Baldras reaches the signpost

Baldras: I haven't run so much in years. Feels like I be a real outlaw now, infiltrating a heavily guarded city relyin' on nothing but the cover of darkness and my wits.

Harper: It was fun, wasn't it?

Baldras: Perhaps a little.

Hans: Enough chatter, you still have some guards on your tail. We need to head deeper into the Grey Woods to lose them.

Baldras: Lead the way.

Someone else reaches the signpost

Hans: You can come if you wish, but we are mostly interested in speaking to Baldras.

Time Runs Out

Baldras: We have spent too much time here. Surely the Queen's forces have returned to Dallben. Our mission is unfinished, but we must return to fight a suicide battle.

Scenario 6: The Hunters

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24 Deeproot, 501 YW

The sun don't really shine at all in these Grey Woods, but truth be told, I has be getting used to it more and more. Lounging out in the warm daylight, talkin' with Erwen while watching them kids play out in the fields... those times were so long ago. Our lives weren't never real peaceful, but back then, we had our homes, our friends and our family... now we be creatures of the dark.

It be real lonesome like this. I still has me Harper, and I be grateful for the boy, but he don't really understand an old man like me. I know the past be the past, but I just can't help but think of sis in times like these. How she used to be dragging me out on some silly little romp, a little job here and there for some gold or lil trinket, or sometimes just for fun... I never wanted to go, of course. I were always real lazy. Still am, even now.

Then, Harper tells me, "Come on Uncle, we're on an adventure! Don't be so mopey, live a little!" I know he be trying to be cheery, but he really don't know how much he be reminding me of her sometimes...

I must be strong. That's what I tells myself. I should be strong, but... I don't know what be keeping me going, if it be this misguided sense of pride, or my duties to the village, or Harper, or even just remembering the past, making some futile attempts to go back to better times.

Either way, I be here now, on this adventure.

Introductory Dialogue

Baldras: The leader, I presumes.

Helicrom: Indeed, I am Lord Helicrom, the Crow of the Grey Woods. We are acquaintances of Lord Maddock, who sent word to us of your predicament. I believe we can work something out for your situation.

Baldras: What be your pursuits?

Helicrom: The former king's magic ministry kept a tight control on the training and employment of mages in Wesnoth. Those who dared to... depart from the curriculum were dealt with harshly. Many of us were forced to escape here to continue our study of our brand of magic. Our security and secrecy are not cheap.

Baldras: Then you be fellow outlaws. But why do you wants to help us?

Helicrom: Quid pro quo. Our aid is never given freely. You have something that may be useful to us.

Baldras: Manpower. Mages be no good at fighting, I knows. But what for?

Helicrom: Understand this. Any weakening of the Throne of Wesnoth, whether it be occupied by king or queen, aids us. To accomplish that, we must destabilize their forces in this region. The key is Halstead.

Harper: The great fort standing between Aldril and Elensefar?

Baldras: Aye, Harper. What the mage says be no surprise. It be a bastion of central importance, rivallin' Elensefar even. Maddock said the Queen's troops were gathering there. But we gots no way to fight a war with them, not since Maddock won't send his soldiers to battle.

Helicrom: Know this, Baldras. During the past week, several patrols have again ventured across the Great River into Annuvin. A woman named Relana opposed them with a small militia and was victorious, but with heavy losses. The Crown, however, has begun to take notice of this rebellion and is massing forces within Halstead. When its armies are raised, none of your little villages will be able to resist them. Your only choice would be to flee further north into orcish territory.

Harper: We'd never survive there. But would it be so bad if we just swore fealty to the Queen?

Baldras: Only if we gots no other choice. Let's hear the mage's plan first.

Helicrom: I'm not asking you to fight a war. A direct fight against Weldyn's armies would be undoubtedly foolish. However, we have other means within our grasp. From Dan Tonk to Halstead, the fastest path lies through the pass between the Brown Hills and the Gryphon Mountains followed by the trek through these Grey Woods. We are in prime position to gnaw away at their troops, crippling their forces before they ever arrive at their destination.

Baldras: Then what?

Helicrom: I am sure you can guess, magistrate.

Baldras: You means to sack Halstead itself.

Harper: There's no way we can fight them all... can we?

Baldras: I don't know. But, for now, ambushing them patrols be easy enough. That'll slow them Wesnothians down enough for us to work out the next step.

Helicrom: In the last day, my scouts have counted five platoons of troops marching towards the garrison. We must eliminate them all before they reach the outpost at the end of the woods. The outpost also must not be alerted to our presence, or we will have the bulk of their forces upon us.

Harper: The first platoon approaches...

Helicrom: My men and I shall pincer them from the oter side of this path. When we are done, no-one shall fear the open roads and night sky more than the armies of Weldyn. Strike quickly, strike silently... and leave no one alive.

Finding the coffin

Unit: There is a waterlogged coffin here.

Finding the key

Unit: There's a rusty key here. I wonder if it could be useful?

Afterwards

Unit: Hey, that key fits in this coffin. Should I open it?

Baldras: No, that be a terrible idea.

Fine, do it.

Unit: What is this disgusting monster?

Helicrom: A ghoul, a creature of disease and pestilence. Kill the putrid thing. Its stench is making me sick.

The ghoul is killed

Helicrom: Disgusting though it may be, perhaps that creature's corpse could be useful.

Taking the potion

Unit: Should I use this potion?

Yes, I'll use it

Narrator: Vile Concoction: This unit's melee weapons gain the poison special and this unit gains a small number of hitpoints.

Reaching the reel

Unit: Bleagh, a slimy tentacle. Why's it so big?

Finding the tent

Unit: Hey, I found some old coins in this shack.

Attacking the lead patrol

Linneus: It's an ambush! Run!

Helicrom finds the sword

Helicrom: Ah, here it is. I was wondering where I had misplaced my favourite blade.

Dawn

Archarel: Several platoons of troops were supposed to arrive today. I wonder if something happened to them.

Turn 11

Enemy unit: Doesn't something about these woods feel weird to you, sir?

Lead patrol: Afraid of ghost, soldier?

Enemy unit: ...

Turn 18

Archarel: Something about these woods seems quite unnatural. Perhaps we should stop sending our soldiers this way.

Turn 21

Lead patrol: Woods, woods, woods and more woods! Bah, that general had better have a good reason for dragging me out to Halstead with all these oafs.

Enemy unit: But cap'n, we're your loyal troops...

Lead patrol: Shut it and keep moving.

Victory

Baldras: It be done. Their patrols be shattered and broken.

Helicrom: Well done, but the fight is far from over. We will not be able to employ these tactics when more platoons arrive. You must make your choice. Will you fight? Or will you return to your village and beg for amnesty?

Baldras: Amnesty? Knowing these Wesnothians, they'll have my head. Then again, if I could gives my life to save my whole village, I would.

Harper: We need you! Uncle...

Baldras: I know what you is going to say, Harper. That we should be fighting for our homes, just like we do against them orcs. But we be risking everything on this, lad.

Harper: If we go back like this, that means we'll surrender to them Wesnothians and live our whole lives in oppression. You saw how they were sending so many soldiers and even orcs against us.

Helicrom: The boy is naïve, but his spirit is in the right place. You risk your homes and the lives of your people, yes, but what good will they be if you live in tyranny? Believe me, I have been there. I would rather die than go back.

Baldras: Yes... Erwen would've said the same. If we march on Halstead, we gots to burn it to the ground before the Queen's forces rally. If we does that, Weldyn won't have no foothold in Annuvin no more.

Helicrom: It would be months before they could reassemble their forces here. Enough time for you to secure your homes, or relocate.

Baldras: Then it be decided. We'll attack the fort together. Luck be with us.

Defeat

Archarel: Look there! Outlaws and bandits roam these woods, harrying our patrols!

Troops, to arms! Show these fugitive scum the meaning of the Queen's law!

Helicrom: With the outpost aware of our presence, we can no longer harry their reinforcements. Their forces will soon grow too powerful for us to resist.

Scenario 7: Glory

Story Text

In the Year of Wesnoth 161, 338 years before Asheviere's betrayal, the newly crowned king sought to make safe once and for all the wildlands that separated the human cities surrounding Weldyn and the coastal regions of Elensefar.

The grand army of Wesnoth, personally led by the High Council of Archmagi, scoured the plains of all manner of hostile creature, be it beast, orc, or elf. The city-state of Elensefar was formally united to the kingdom and settlements rapidly spread. The country of Wesnoth had been carved in deed as well as in name.

A monument to this achievement was erected in the very heart of the wildlands. In a twelve-year ritual, the High Council demonstrated the height to which human magic had grown over the years by drawing the monument directly from the earth's living rock.

Hundreds of feet tall, the mountain towered high above the plains, its sheer walls both inspiring and terrifying. Men from all over the countryside labored there, building the most formidable fortress ever conceived. It became the Stronghold of Halstead.

This sentinel of the western plains stood watch as Wesnoth prospered for many centuries under the protection it provided. No war has overcome it, and its walls have never been overrun. The blood of invaders stains its parapets and the bones of the defeated crumble at the base of Halstead's frozen waves of stone.

Introductory Dialogue

Baldras: There it is. The stronghold of Halstead.

Harper: Look at how tall it is! Those towers rise sheer out of the ground, as if called forth out of the earth.

Baldras: That may not be too far from the truth. During the time of the Great Kings of Wesnoth, this land was tamed with powerful magic. Wizards of an ancient era forged the walls of Halstead from the rock below.

Harper: I don't see how we can bring it down. They are already invincible in there!

Helicrom is Present

Helicrom: No, my young friend. Halstead indeed has a weakness. Among my many assets is access to a wealth of secrets few in Wesnoth are privy to.

You see, the mountain on which the fort was built is solid, but the castle on top has been built and rebuilt many times over the ages. It is not as indestructible as you might think.

Beneath the structure is a system of catacombs that connects all four towers to the central keep. Over time, after many wars, supports were required to hold up the middle.

Harper: So… we can knock out the supports and bring down the stronghold of Halstead. Would it really work?

Baldras: I believe it will. Each tower has a passage down to the catacombs. If we can reach the center of each tower, one of our men can escape down to the bowels of the mountain and destroy its support. I am sure we will need to demolish no less than all four supports to raze the fortress.

Else

Baldras: No, young one. Halstead indeed has a weakness.

Harper: How do you know?

Baldras: When I was a boy, my father - your grandfather - brought your dad and me to live in Aldril after orcs massacred many in our village. We grew up around here, and we learned many things.

Beneath the structure is a system of catacombs that connects all four towers to the central keep. The catacombs growing over time, combined with centuries of war, made it necessary to install supports to hold up the middle.

Harper: So... we can knock out the supports and bring down the stronghold of Halstead. Would it really work?

Baldras: I believe it will. Each tower has a passage down to the catacombs. If we can reach the center of each tower, one of our men can escape down to the bowels of the mountain and destroy its support. I am sure we will need to demolish no less than all four supports to raze the fortress.

Dialogue Continues

Harper: I hope you're right. In a few hours, night will fall, and we will find out.

Baldras: We must be cautious. Look there, a substantial orc force is also advancing on Halstead. They must think Wesnoth's army is spread out right now.

Harper: Heh. They're in for a surprise. This may work to our advantage.

Cavalry Arrives to Help You

Farseer: Look in the distance... riders approach!

Baldras: Who is it?

Farseer: Help, I hope. Circumstances cannot afford to get much more dire.

Baldras: Riders approach from the northwest! Stand fast, men.

Lancer: Sound the advance!

Sir Gwydion: Knights of Elensefar, behold: the battle has already begun! Make camp here. Then, we CHARGE!

Baldras: Amazing. Lord Maddock sent his house guards... his finest troops! Elensefar must be defenseless now. More hinges on this battle than I thought.

Farseer: Baldras, Gwydion is Lord Maddock's son. This battle isn't just about Annuvin anymore.

Troops Comes to Help Enemy

Narrator: That afternoon, another advance element of the main Wesnoth army arrived...

Attack Halstead

Dommel: I think... I think they're trying to storm Halstead itself... the fools!

Enter Halstead

Dommel: They have breached the fortress gate! Repulse them!

Move a Unit to a Tower Centre

Unit: I'm inside the tower! I'm going down to the catacombs - cover me.

Narrator: After about an hour…

Unit: It's done.

Destroy All Four Supports

Baldras: I think it's working! Everybody get clear NOW!

Halstead Starts to Collapse

Narrator: The stronghold of Halstead began to shake...

Unit: We cannot stay here. The fortress has started to collapse!

Halstead Collapses

Narrator: With a thunderous earthquake and a vast billowing of dust, thousands of tons of stone and wood crashed in on itself. Some of it tumbled down the steep sides, while the remainder came to rest several hundred feet below ground, in the bowels of the hollowed-out mountain.

No one inside the fortress would make it out alive.

Time Runs Out

Narrator: After more than a week of fierce fighting, the main body of Asheviere's host arrived from Weldyn. The battle was soon finished. Every last man from the province of Annuvin was executed.

Baldras Dies

As Halstead Collpases

Baldras: Men, help me out of here! I am trapped under this rubble.

Narrator: No one was able to get to Baldras in time. He and many of his companions died that day beneath the stronghold of Halstead.

Baldras: I hope this sacrifice is not in vain... but we will never know.

Else

Baldras: Our dream of freedom... gone... Unngh.

Dialogue Continues

Narrator: The rebellion had stakes its all on victory at Halstead, but win or lose, there would be no help for the villagers, ground beneath the wheels of Asheviere's wrath.

Harper Dies

Harper: Uncle!

Baldras: NO!

I promised your father I would watch after you... and I failed.

But we are so close to the end. We must finish this. I am sorry you will not be able to enjoy our freedom. Goodbye, Harper.

Helicrom Dies

Helicrom: Carry on, my friends. Fighting by your side is the most honorable thing I have done...

Dommel Dies

Killer: Your reign of terror is over, General.

Dommel: You will never successfully oppose Asheviere. Her power is too great... This small victory today is but a reprieve from the unimaginable pain you will suffer when the full force of her wrath descends upon you.

Supports Destroyed

Baldras: This was no small victory. You underestimate the power of love for freedom.

Dommel: You... underestimate the... cruelty and ambition of your Queen... unngh..

Else

Baldras: Small victory? Bah! Now we will raze this fortress and bury it in the earth from whence it came.

Liberty - Epilogue

The rest of the battle was a blur. The shock of what had happened stunned everybody.

Baldras and his men fled the plains of western Wesnoth under the cover of night. The spectacle of Halstead's destruction stunned them into a daze that only slowly wore off as they made their way north to and past Elensefar.

The Elense riders routed the orcish army, small as it was, and sent them back across the Great River. They then scattered to the countryside and were not heard from again. Baldras thought this odd behavior when he heard about it.

As the main body of Asheviere's army neared the ruins of Halstead, strange things began to happen. Every night, men would disappear. Others were found hacked to bloody pieces. Unexplained misfortune plagued the marching columns. Soldiers dropped dead where they stood, slain by unseen assassins. Fear of an undead menace spread through the ranks.

When the army of Wesnoth found the ruins of the mighty fortress Halstead, it was too much. Their shock that such a thing could happen combined with the invisible terror stalking them convinced Asheviere's second in command the entire countryside was cursed. He quickly retreated to the traditional border and set up strong defenses against the west.

Baldras had just crossed the Great River when rumors of night-stalkers filtered through his ranks. With bitter humor he realized that Lord Maddock's men were successfully using tactics Baldras had mastered and used during his resistance.

The peasants-turned-outlaws finally reached Dallben. It was burnt to the ground. In a panic, they raced through the forest to Delwyn. It was likewise devastated. However, they did find one clue as to what happened...

...a grimy note nailed to a charred post that read, 'Baldras, You would have been proud. We gave 'em hell. But in the end, it wasn't enough.'

'We fled like criminals in the night, but we made sure that no one would harass us anymore.'

'If you wish to find us, head southwest. When you reach the land's end, just keep going. See you in the Three Sisters, old friend. - Relana'

L: Specified Unit Names

Humans

• Baldras (Village Elder)
• Jalak (Peasant Youth)
• Delurin (Peasant Youth)
• Red (Peasant Youth)
• Ordo (Village Elder)
• Novus (Village Elder)
• Teneor (Villager)
• Kembe (Peasant Hunter)
• Treagh (Peasant Hunter)
• Harper (Peasant Youth)
• Remald (Villager)
• Womas (Villager)
• Jasken (Villager)
• Tarwen (Cavalier)
• Relana (Senior Village Elder)
• Lord Maddock (General)
• Kestrel (General)
• Rothel (Lieutenant)
• Quentin (Master Bowman)
• Hans (Rogue)
• Link (Thief)
• Helicrom (Shadow Lord)
• Archarel (Royal Guard)
• Linneus (Iron Mauler)
• Jingo (Outlaw)
• Majel (Outlaw)
• Pitcher (Dragoon)
• Dommel (General)
• Sir Gwydion (Paladin)

Orcs

• Fal Khag (Goblin Pillager)
• Gatrakh (Goblin Pillager)
• Thurg (Goblin Pillager)
• Krung (Wolf Rider, Goblin Pillager)
• Gorokh (Wolf Rider, Goblin Pillager)
• Urk Delek (Orcish Warrior)
• Vashna (Orcish Warlord)

Saurians

• Thhsthss (Saurian Oracle)

Undead

• Mal-Jarrof (Necromancer)
• Mal-Jerod (Necromancer)
• Lich (Sel-Mang)

Labels

• Dallben
• Elensefar
• Port of Elensefar