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#textdomain wesnoth-tsg
#define SG_BORN_TO_THE_BANNER
[story]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "The reign of Haldric VII was a time of great prosperity and peace in Wesnoth. Konrad I had driven off the orcs in the north. The eastern forts were quiet and secure. The elves in the western forest kept to their own affairs. In the south, men built new towns and farms."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "For eight years, the South Guard had defended the farms and homes surrounding the city of Westin, the capital of Wesnoth’s frontier province of Kerlath in the furthermost south. Under the command of Sir Loris, the South Guard kept Westin free from danger, having only to quash the occasional bandit or wild creature. Perhaps the only real unease came from the Aethenwood to the west, where the elves lived in reserved aloofness, indifferent to the doings of man. Traversing their land without permission was forbidden, but the elves rarely entered the lands of Kerlath in turn. Even further south in the wildlands, the ancient heart forest sprawled out in dense gloominess, ominous enough that even the elves eschewed entering, and only a few, scattered outlaws called it their home."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/summer.jpg
story= _ "Over time, in the absence of pressing danger, the South Guard grew complacent and lazy. Reports to King Haldric slowed, and in the spring of the ninth year, ceased altogether. Displeased with Sir Loris' conduct, the king decided to send someone to investigate."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/summer.jpg
story= _ "Haldric summoned a young, but promising cavalry officer named Deoran for the task. Though undistinguished, Deoran's family had a decorated history in the army of Wesnoth: his grandfather, Haldiel, had fought alongside Konrad I in the war to reclaim the throne, and his father, Leonard, had served as an officer for thirty years. Thus, with full trust in the young officer, King Haldric knighted Deoran and tasked him with riding to Westin to demand accounting from Sir Loris."
show_title=yes
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_PROVEN_BY_THE_SWORD
[story]
[part]
background=story/summer.jpg
story= _ "Having defeated Urza Mathin, Deoran immediately sent out scouts into the whole countryside. His men reported bandits roaming freely through the land, terrorizing the peasants and villagers. Nowhere did they find soldiers of the South Guard."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/summer.jpg
story= _ "Deoran decided to take action and wipe out the bandits. He and Sir Gerrick gathered their men and rode in haste to Westin. As they approached, they saw plumes of black smoke rising high into the sky, accompanied by the stench of burning flesh and the shrill cries of screaming villagers. Troubled and concerned, Deoran hastened his pace toward the old city."
show_title=yes
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_CHOICE_IN_THE_FOG
[story]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "Ethiliel led the men of the South Guard into the southern forest. The deep woods were overcast with unnatural shadow as they entered, shrouded with eerie silence and uncanny stillness. Grey darkness sapped all color from their surroundings, rendering all murky and gloomy, with every movement and every sound muted in the thick fog. Deoran's small company kept vigilant watch on the dense forest and on each other, wary of the foreboding ambience, and even the elves seemed rather disconcerted."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "For many weeks they marched down nameless paths that no man had trod before. From time to time, Deoran fancied that he saw ghostly images of elven villages and halls in the deep woods, but as they advanced, even those became scarce. Far from civilization, in the deep woods, time passed in blurred day and night with the ever creeping chill of deathly shadow growing upon them."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "Finally, Ethiliel told the men to halt and pitch camp — they had reached the Black River, beyond which no elf or man would willingly pass."
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_INTO_THE_DEPTHS
[story]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "At the undead fortress, Deoran watched on as Ethiliel dispelled the magical barriers guarding the catacombs. One by one, they came undone in flashes of blue and black, cerulean and obsidian energies diffused out into the cold, dry air."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "He wondered briefly why she had stopped mentioning Mebrin and his whereabouts, but something told him that now was not the time to mention the sage's name. Perhaps, he thought, she suspected that the bandits' story was indeed true and that Mebrin had been corrupted by his dabblings in undead magic. Perhaps she simply hadn't come to terms with it."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "Eventually, all the wards were gone, and with only a hushed word of beckoning, Ethiliel led the men down into the crypt."
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_RETURN_TO_KERLATH
[story]
[part]
background=story/fall.jpg
story= _ "After Mal M’Brin’s defeat, Deoran and his men left the desolate caverns and returned to the surface of the fortress where the sun had begun to break through the thick fog in the ancient forest. Ethiliel stayed behind for a long while, not emerging from the caverns until the day had passed and it was well into the night. She offered a brief word of apology, but said nothing more as she led them back north toward Wesnoth. Deoran had to admit that he was elated that they had defeated the undead and were returning home, although the wearied, almost grieving mood of the elves was quite sombering."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "The wheel of time turned another cycle and fall faded into winter. The last few colored leaves dropped to the ground, leaving nothing but the spiny evergreens and otherwise barren trees. Forage and game were scarce even with the undead gone, and the thoughts of both men and elves were turned toward their homes, where they could find peace and warmth with their families. The long weeks of trudging northward took its toll, but eventually, Deoran and his men emerged from the sprawling forest and returned to the lands of Wesnoth."
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_PEBBLES_IN_THE_FLOOD
[story]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Snow fell as Deoran, Sir Gerrick, and Urza Afalas emerged from the great southern forest. Yet even as they returned to the land of men, the ominous gloom of the forest followed them. Up above, the bright sun was shrouded with grey fog, overcast with billowing clouds streaking through the sky in streams of darkened ash. Behind, the crepuscular shadow spread outward from the forest, an unnatural extension of the powers that lay within. It gained quickly upon them, the sinister darkness creeping toward the men of the South Guard."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "They rode quickly northward. Day and night, they fled without reprieve until they finally crossed back into Kerlath Province. Deoran and his men entered the forts guarding the border to Wesnoth, the undead close on their heels."
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_ELF_EPILOGUE
[story]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "The men of the South Guard held the walls of Westin staunchly, trading evenly with the elves blow for blow. The night ran its course, and as dawn broke, the fighting continued, humans standing fast at the wall as the elves poured out in ever increasing number. As the sun began to rise into the sky, the light dimmed and great fog spread across the battlefield. The sounds of fighting dispersed and soon, it was utterly silent as the elves withdrew from combat. The humans advanced cautiously, still in formation, still ready to strike at any sign of trouble."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "The fog withdrew and sunlight broke through the clouds in scattered beams. Deoran rode to the forefront of the line of infantry, waiting with bated breath. Finally, after several more minutes, the fog drifted away and Ethiliel stood there alone, facing the wall of spears. Her face was a mask of woe and exhaustion, and yet her voice was startlingly clear as she spoke to the men of Wesnoth, saying, <i>“Stop! Enough blood has been spilled, human and elf alike. The injury you humans have done to the elves is great, but your service also was worthy. We have decided to make peace again.”</i>"
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "<i>“These are our terms: no human will be permitted in the forests or hills of the Aetherwood, and likewise, we elves will not traverse the plains and farmlands belonging to you humans. No more will the elves send ambassadors or councilors to Westin, and no more will men wander the green woods.”</i>"
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Ethiliel drew closer to Deoran and her voice dropped to a whisper. <i>“I have done what I can to ensure peace between elf and man. You may not like it, but it is the best I could do. This whole endeavor has brought me enough grief as it is. I will go now.”</i>"
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Thus, an uneasy peace was established between man and elf. For many weeks, the South Guard patrolled the borders of the elven woods and watched over the growing farms and villages. The threat from the elves was enough to keep the villagers from entering the now forbidding Aetherwood, and despite the palpable tension at the forest border, the truce was maintained without incident."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Finally, as the snow melted and green buds marked the onset of spring, Deoran knew the time had come to report back to King Haldric. He bade the people of Westin farewell and made his journal northward to Weldyn. While years of rebuilding lay ahead for Kerlath, they would take place in peace thanks to Deoran's leadership and the heroics of the South Guard."
music=traveling_minstrels.ogg
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef
#define SG_BANDIT_EPILOGUE
[story]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "As the lich's final death scream echoed across the battlefield, his skeletal form began to crumble. Decayed bones disintegrated into ash, borne away on the frigid wind, another immortal soul cast back into the endless flow of time. With their master's power gone, the undead warriors fell back to lifelessness, crumbling into inanimate heaps of bones. The rustling wind floated across the battlefield in gentle streams, carrying with it the souls of the fallen and ascending toward the sky where the sun began to break through the ashen clouds. As the sunlight broke through, the wind passed, and all was still."
music=revelation.ogg
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Deoran dropped his lance to the ground. The men around him slowly lifted their helmets from their brows. The battle was over. The undead were gone."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "For several days, the healers of Westin worked feverishly to save as many of the wounded as they were able. The villagers set out to rebuild their homes and bury the dead to the north of the city, where many mounds joined the garden of graves already there."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "After the battle, Deoran led an expedition to the southern border posts, where the forts had been smashed into crumbled ruins, and blood and broken weapons were scattered all about. He silently cursed the lich for the lack of bodies at the site of the battle, but deep down, he had known that that would be the fate of the men who had valiantly given their lives so that Westin might survive the undead onslaught. Still, he found small consolation in locating Sir Gerrick’s sword and shield and bearing them back with him to Westin. Those he placed atop Gerrick’s mound, where they became a symbol of sacrifice, and loyalty, and valor."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Urza Afalas earned his own mound as well, a small, inconspicuous thing near his old home, where his brothers and he used to live before they were exiled for their crimes. Knowing that the former outlaw leader had helped defend the city against the undead assault, the council of Westin absolved the remaining bandits of their crimes and allowed them to return to their homes. After many years away from home and a difficult and terrifying battle against the undead, most were more than happy to come back in peace and help clean up the town."
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Deoran spent his days visiting the wounded and directing the men as they rebuilt the shattered walls and ramparts of the city. Slowly, a sense of normalcy began to return to Kerlath Province as Westin was restored and the South Guard began to patrol the villages once again. "
[/part]
[part]
background=story/winter.jpg
story= _ "Finally, as the snow melted and green buds marked the onset of spring, Deoran knew the time had come to report back to King Haldric. He bade the people of Westin farewell and made his journal northward to Weldyn. While years of rebuilding lay ahead for Kerlath, they would take place in peace thanks to Deoran's leadership and the heroics of the South Guard."
music=traveling_minstrels.ogg
[/part]
[/story]
#enddef