Freyda: Ah, another day of training. Even though Markal killed me in the original campaign, it would appear that I survived somehow.
Godric: Amazing, daughter! Your mouth moves when you talk. And my urge to randomly fire spells into the air as we hold this conversation has diminished significantly.
Godric: Now let’s resurrect these squires that you just killed. Because WE ARE TOTAL DICKS to our squires and use them for target practice.
Squire: I hate my life.
Godric: I do believe something strange is happening with Queen Isabel. She doesn’t sound like herself lately.
Freyda: Is it just me or did she switch voice actresses with Biara?
Isabel: Well helllllllo there. Were you just talking about me?
Freyda: Oh crap. Why no, my queen. We were talking about that other Isabel down the street. The one with the ponytail.
Isabel: Ah, very well. Freyda, I’m making you my general. We’re going to warrrrrr!
Godric: Whoa, wait a minute. Didn’t we just finish a war? Freyda, you had better watch your back. Methinks something fishy is going on.
Freyda: I’ll be fine, father.
Lord Caldwell: Well hello there. You may not remember me, but I was casually mentioned in the original campaign as one of the rebels opposing Isabel’s erratic rule under Markal’s influence.
Archbishop Randall: Me too.
Alaric: You heathens. Kneel before St. Isabel.
Freyda: St. Isabel?
St. Isabel: Why yes. I have been deified.
Lord Caldwell: Are we the only sane members of the Griffin Empire? Can no one else see through this ruse? Isabel is obviously evil.
Archbishop Randall: To war! We shall destroy you!
Laszlo: I look forward to it, hur hur hur. Burn. Crush. Kill.
St. Isabel: Well then, Freyda and Laszlo. I want both of you to destroy these traitors. That is my decree.
Laszlo: Time to kill some peasants! Mwa ha ha!
Alaric: I fully support this.
Freyda: Hmm. This seems somewhat out of the ordinary. But I can’t quite put two and two together.
Laszlo: Squeal, pig! Squeal!
Peasant: Oh… my children!
Laszlo: Mu hu hu hwa hwa ha ha ha! Genocide make Laszlo hard!
Freyda: Somehow this feels a little wrong. Perhaps I am overreacting.
Red Soldiers: Why hello there. We are your reinforcements.
Freyda: What’s with the new helmets and funny shaped shields?
Red Soldiers: That’s because we are eeeeevil… er… just trying something new. Take us along. You won’t regret it.
Lord Caldwell: Our hundreds of well trained, loyal troops are no match for your red soldiers.
Freyda: Uncle, how could you do this. Why did you betray us.
Lord Caldwell: Are you blind? Open your eyes, Freyda. Look at the signs. It is so very obvious. Oh, I am slain.
Archbishop Randall: Oh, I am also slain.
Alaric: Two rebel leaders have been vanquished. Now, let us journey to Castle Horncrest and the Stag Duchy. There’s still the matter of Duke Duncan.
Freyda: I thought Markal killed Duncan.
Alaric: Just like he ‘killed’ you right? Let’s just say Markal skipped a few classes at the international school of villainy.
Freyda: I see. Well, to the Stag Duchy.
Laszlo: Hey guys. Laszlo just finished killing some babies. What’d Laszlo miss?
