#textdomain wesnoth-tsg

#define SG_BORN_TO_THE_BANNER
[story]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "During the reign of Haldric VII, Wesnoth was secure.  Konrad I had driven off the orcs in the north.  The eastern forts were quiet and almost deserted.  The elves in the western forest kept to their own affairs.  In the prosperous south men built new towns and farms."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "For eight years the South Guard had defended the farms and homes surrounding the city of Westin.  The fiercest foes they faced were the occasional bandit.  The orcs were far to the north.  Nothing lived in the forest beyond the river."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "In the spring of the ninth year the reports from Sir Loris stopped suddenly.  King Haldric decided to send someone to investigate."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "A young commander, Deoran, son of one of the horsemen who rode with Konrad I, was summoned by Haldric.  The king had a mission for him."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "He was ordered to ride south towards Westin, the capital of the province of Kerlath and replace Sir Loris as commander of the South Guard..."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/bigmap.jpg
		show_title=yes
		{DOT 222 17}
		{DOT 223 34}
		{DOT 224 51}
		{DOT 226 68}
		{DOT 225 85}
		{DOT 214 99}
		{DOT 200 109}
		{CROSS 187 117}
	[/part]
[/story]
#enddef

#define SG_PROVEN_BY_THE_SWORD
[story]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "Having defeated Urza Mathin, Deoran immediately sent scouts out into the whole countryside.  His men reported bandits roaming freely over the border, terrorizing the peasants and villagers.  Nowhere did they find soldiers of the South Guard."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "Deoran decided to take action and wipe out the bandits. He gathered the men of Sir Gerrick's command and whatever peasants were of strong body and fighting age.  With this small force he rode in haste to Westin, capital of the province."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/summer.jpg
		story= _ "Deoran and his men approached the old city, and they saw that their fears were well founded..."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/bigmap.jpg
		show_title=yes
		{DOT 187 117}
		{DOT 172 128}
		{DOT 157 139}
		{DOT 142 150}
		{DOT 127 159}
		{DOT 112 168}
		{CROSS 99 183}
	[/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.  Shadows soon covered their paths day and night, and a thick fog filled the air."
	[/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 they saw ghostly images of elven villages and halls in the deep woods, but as they advanced, even those became scarce."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/fall.jpg
		story= _ "Finally Ethiliel told the men to halt and pitch camp - they had reached the great river, beyond which no elf or man would willingly pass."
	[/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.  A great hush fell over the land, and an ominous gloom followed close behind the men of the South Guard."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Finally they arrived at the southern border of Wesnoth and the forts that guarded it.  The undead were close on their heels..."
	[/part]

[/story]
#enddef

#define SG_ELF_EPILOGUE
[story]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Finally the sun broke the horizon and its rays breathed new life into the weary defenders of Westin.  A great cry echoed through the valley as the men of the South Guard pressed their elven foes back from the walls.  Suddenly the field was covered in a great fog..."
		music=revelation.ogg
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "When the fog broke, Ethiliel stood alone, facing the wall of spears.  Bathed in light, she spoke to the men of Wesnoth, saying, 'Stop!  Enough blood has been spilled before the walls of this city!  The injury you menfolk have done to the elves is great, but your service also was worthy.'"
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "These are the terms of the peace between us:  any man found in the forest or hills that belong to the elves will taste death.  No more will the elves send ambassadors or councilors to Westin, and no more will men wander the green woods."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Thus an uneasy peace was consummated 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.  Finally, as the snow melted and the roads bore their burdens again, a messenger came from king Haldric."
	[/part]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Sir Deoran, Knight of Wesnoth, was summoned to Weldyn for a council with King Haldric himself.  Storm clouds were brewing throughout the realm, and every commander would be needed to weather the storm..."
		music=loyalists.ogg
	[/part]

[/story]
#enddef

#define SG_BANDIT_EPILOGUE
[story]
	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "With bitter spears and grim expression, the men of Wesnoth launched the last assault on the undead.  As they cut through lifeless flesh and shattered chill bones a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds.  The winds died and the men were filled with new life.  A great cry they let out as they stormed the encampment of Mal M'brin himself, and threw down the mighty wizard."
		music=revelation.ogg
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Exhausted, Deoran dropped his lance to the ground.  The men around him slowly lifted their helmets from their brows.  The moans of the wounded overshadowed the rustling of the north wind in the distance.  The undead were gone."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "For days the healers of Westin worked feverishly to save as many of the valiant soldiers as they were able.  Many mounds, though, were raised as homes for the fallen in the fields north of the city, and to the roll of fallen heroes many names were added."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "The loftiest mound belonged to Sir Gerrick.  After the battle, Deoran led an expedition to the southern border posts, and there he found Sir Gerrick's sword and shield.  Those he placed atop Gerrick's mound, and they were a symbol of loyalty and valor to all the people of Westin."
	[/part]
	[part]
		story= _ "Gerrick's name was added at the top of the roll of fallen heroes, and read aloud at the beginning of every great council.  The memory of his desperate last stand at the border posts passed into song, and was not forgotten for many lives of men."
	[/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.  Finally, as the snow melted and the roads bore their burdens again, a messenger came from king Haldric."
	[/part]

	[part]
		background=story/winter.jpg
		story= _ "Sir Deoran, Knight of Wesnoth, was summoned to Weldyn for a council with King Haldric himself.  Storm clouds were brewing throughout the realm, and every commander would be needed to weather the onslaught..."
		music=loyalists.ogg
	[/part]

[/story]
#enddef
