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109 lines
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＄03-00-09-20-6-0
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[enableFullScreen]
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[soundStopAll]
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[charaSet A 5045001 1 Altria]
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[charaSet B 1098213600 1 Morgan]
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[sceneSet C 124700 1]
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[scene 124700]
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[scene 10000]
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[fadein black 1.0]
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[wait fade]
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[criMovie talk_mov098 bgmPlay false]
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[bgm BGM_MAP_74 0.1]
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[wt 26.0]
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[overlayFadein C 1.0 0,-200]
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＠
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It was a storm that appeared out of nowhere.[sr]A curtain call given with no warning.
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[k]
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The queen's shadows that appeared in Camelot's skies mercilessly ravaged the ground.
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[k]
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＠
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Those who tried to retreat found new walls blocking their path.
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[k]
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Any who thought to hide in nearby buildings quickly learned that the queen was willing to burn her own city to the ground to kill those who dared to rise against her.
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[k]
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She was cruelly methodical. There could be no hope of fighting back. The rebels could only wait for death.
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[k]
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Soon, the advancing army's cries turned to screams of retreat. When they realized escape was impossible, their cries turned to despair.
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[k]
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In the skies above was no queen. She was a witch. The witch of Britain.
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[k]
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She was an avatar of death. Her only purpose was to torment and destroy the faeries of the land.
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[k]
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[messageOff]
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[fadeout black 1.0]
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[bgm BGM_MAP_74 1.0 0.5]
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[wait fade]
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[charaFadeout C 0.1]
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[scene 120401]
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[wt 1.0]
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[fadein black 1.0]
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[bgm BGM_MAP_74 1.0 1.0]
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[wait fade]
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[charaTalk A]
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[charaFace A 38]
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[charaFadein A 0.1 1]
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＠Altria
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Oberon... Everyone...[sr]Muramasa too...? Are they really[line 2]
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[k]
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[charaFadeout A 0.1]
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[wt 0.1]
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[charaTalk B]
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[charaFace B 10]
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[charaFadein B 0.1 1]
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＠Morgan
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I will not spare a single member of the rebel army, nor the foreign mage, nor [&his:her] companions.
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[k]
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＠Morgan
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That is the price of thinking you could hope to defeat me after but a single pilgrimage. All foolish enough to hail you as a savior shall pay it.
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[k]
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＠Morgan
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You and your mission both end here. My Faerie Britain has no need of paradise or the outside world.
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[k]
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[messageOff]
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[fadeout black 0.5]
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[wait fade]
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[soundStopAll]
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[end]
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