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Known as the Sage of the Sword, Aletheia is an unmatched user of both the sword and the staff, but his persistence drives him to improve his abilities even now. Witnessing him brandish a radiant holy sword is enough strike fear into the hearts of his foes, but he's also something of a sly old fox, and is prone to shirking responsibility. His worldwide renown as a sage may give him a god-like reputation, but seeing him think about his long estranged family would easily convince anyone of his humanity.
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- Aletheia has character banter with his daughter Teena when paired in battle.
- He is Lucius's father.
- He has the same Charge Attack as Lucius.
- The voice actor of Aletheia, Chikao Ohtsuka, passed away from ischemic heart failure at the age of 85 on January 15, 2015.
- Aletheia, written ἀλήθεια in Greek, means "truth" or literally, the "state of not being hidden".
This character does not have special holiday cutscenes.
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The Veteran Sage
One by one the challengers fall before (Captain). A wizened old man watching the proceedings expresses interest in (Captain)'s future. The man turns out to be Aletheia, the Sage of the Sword.
Vyrn: Yeesh. Another challenger. How many is that now?
Vyrn: It seems like there's been an endless line of them ever since (Captain) got that sword.
Challenger: Hey there, youngster! How 'bout I fight you for that sword!
Vyrn: They just keep coming... Hey! Why do you want this sword so bad anyway?
Challenger: What? You guys seriously don't know what that sword's worth?
Vyrn: What? You mean this old thing? How much could it possibly be worth?
Challenger: That sword was carried by Aletheia, the Sage of the Sword! And you don't even know that?
Challenger: Every person worth their salt is after that sword! They wanna prove that they have what it takes to be a hero!
Challenger: Now fight!
Vyrn: Wow! Sounds like the sword's really something! You want a fight? You got it! Right, (Captain)?
And so (Captain) crosses blades with challenger after challenger, battling for the right to wield the sage's sword.
An elderly man watches (Captain) with keen interest, fascinated by the skill with which the captain swings the sage's blade.
Old Timer: Ha-ha! You put on quite the show. You clearly have more skills than your limited years would suggest.
Vyrn: Now wait just a minute. You're next? But you're so old!
Old Timer: And you're so noisy. Now pay attention, and you might learn something, lizard.
Old Timer: Lesson one: never underestimate your elders. For a great oak like me, cutting down a sapling could hardly be called a challenge.
Vyrn: You know, something tells me you're not a run-of-the-mill old dude.
Old Timer: Ha-ha! That's no way to talk to the elderly! And I have no intention of fighting.
Old Timer: But I must say that you handle that sword quite well. Enough to impress even me!
Vyrn: Glad to hear it. So you know a thing or two about this sword, do you?
Old Timer: Indeed. A great deal more than you, I'd wager.
Vyrn: For real? So can you tell us what all the guys coming after it meant about having what it takes to be a hero?
Old Timer: Well, the sword has one ringer of a name, there's no doubt about that...
Old Timer: But, you know, time really does turn the smallest of guppies into the most monstrous of whales.
The old man quietly begins his tale. He speaks of a time long past, when the sword was a certain man's constant companion.
The wisdom and strength he acquired over his long journey saved countless people from monsters of all sorts.
His deeds spanned the ages, tales of him spread like wildfire, and he soon came to be praised as the Sage of the Sword.
Vyrn: Wow! The sword of the sage... That's pretty amazing!
Old Timer: And now my old friend travels with you. That's an interesting tale in and of itself, I'd bet.
Vyrn: Hm? Wait just a second! So you're the sage himself? Seriously?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! My dear lizard. Seems you've got yourself some brains in that tiny head of yours.
Vyrn: Dude! Really? You're the sage?
Aletheia: Well, some have certainly called me that.
Aletheia: (Captain)... I'm most interested in seeing the path you take as the holder of the sword.
Vyrn: No way! What're you gonna do, (Captain)?
Choose: I'm not worthy.
Aletheia: Try to have a little faith in yourself. I'm sure my sword's in good hands!
Choose: I'll show you what a true hero looks like!
Aletheia: Ha-ha! That's the spirit! Now let's see if you can back up that boast!Continue 1
Aletheia: Now that that's decided, let's not linger here.
Aletheia: I look forward to seeing just how far you can go with that blade.
Vyrn: Okay! You better show the sage what you can do while his eyes still work, eh, (Captain)?
Aletheia: Watch it, lizard. I'm still plenty young enough to run merry circles around the likes of you!
Aletheia: If you think otherwise, why not wager that sword and have a little fight?
The old man finds himself smiling at the sight of the sword in (Captain)'s hand as he remembers when he himself used to hold it.
The old man joins the crew, eager to be there to see (Captain) leave his name in the annals of history.
The Ersatz Sage
(Captain) and company arrive at a village where they hear that someone calling himself Aletheia is up to no good. (Captain) and Vyrn are angry, but Aletheia laughs it off as a common occurrence. Suddenly monsters appear and attack the villagers.
(Captain) and company find themselves in a remote village.
They soon hear some nasty rumors about someone pretending to be the sage Aletheia.
Vyrn: The sage Aletheia is here! What kind of stupid rumor is that?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Don't be so mean, little lizard!
Aletheia: It's nothing to pay any heed to. This happens all the time.
Vyrn: There's nothing little about me! And I'm no lizard!
Vyrn: Don't the rumors bother you?
Aletheia: Rumors are interesting things... They grow as they travel, getting more and more exaggerated...
Aletheia: And one day they develop into full-fledged legends.
Vyrn: Oh, is that so? But didn't you hear the rumors going around this island?
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Sure I did, and they're amusing to say the least!
Aletheia: You know, it seems like I hear rumors about things I supposedly did everywhere I go...
Aletheia: But to be spoken so badly of is quite rare, even for me!
Vyrn: How can you laugh at a time like this? They're calling you greedy and wicked!
Aletheia: It's nothing to worry about. The impostor will expose himself soon enough. Besides, look...
Villager: Aahh! Somebody help!
Aletheia: A villager is being attacked. This isn't the sort of crew that just stands around and lets that happen, right?
Vyrn: Of course! (Captain)! Let's go help!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 2
The villagers fear the so-called sage as well as the monsters that started appearing when he showed up. Their distrust for him increases due to his demands for money to defeat the monsters and abandonment of those who can't pay.
Villager: Thank you! I thought that was it for me!
Aletheia: Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe.
Aletheia: Still, do monsters often pop up in this village?
Villager: No, it was peaceful here until recently...
Aletheia: Indeed. This certainly doesn't look like the sort of village where monsters could just take up residence easily.
Villager: As soon as the sage started living in the temple on the outskirts of the village, we suddenly had a monster problem.
According to the villagers, monsters started appearing as soon as the man calling himself the sage showed up.
The man apparently demands money for defeating the monsters and ruthlessly forsakes those who can't pay.
Aletheia: The imposter sounds every bit as greedy and wicked as the rumors suggest.
Vyrn: How dare he call himself a sage. No sage would ever demand money to help people!
Vyrn: That dirty faker! I'm gonna tell him exactly what I think of money-grubbing sage wannabes!
Aletheia: Ha-ha! There's that mouth of yours again, lizard. You should be more like (Captain)!
Aletheia: Perhaps it'd be wise to visit the outskirts and see what the villagers are talking about.
Vyrn: What? This place seems weird. I can almost smell the monsters hiding here...
Aletheia: Ha-ha! Your senses are sharp at least, lizard!
Vyrn: This isn't a laughing matter! (Captain)! Are you ready? Let's go!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 3
The Aletheia impostor appears before (Captain) and company after their victory. When the crew exposes him, he responds by sending another threat their way.
Vyrn: Ugh... Talk about a tough fight! You okay, (Captain)?
A strange man suddenly moves between the monster and (Captain).
Aletheia: The action just never stops! Might you be the sage we heard talk of in the village?
Fake Sage: Indeed! I am the great sage Aletheia! Rest assured that I'll deal with your little monster dilemma!
Fake Sage: But alas, I cannot do it for free. A man needs to know that he's appreciated, you see...
Aletheia: Well, it's good to know we have a hunter we can count on! Still, about that bit regarding appreciation...
Vyrn: Hey, old man! Let's cut the small talk and get to the part where we beat up this impostor!
Aletheia: Sigh... Such a hasty little lizard. It's quite hard to keep up sometimes.
Fake Sage: Impostor? Your lizard should mind its forked tongue.
Vyrn: Tough talk coming from a sage who smells just like the monsters we've been fighting.
Fake Sage: Hmm... For a lizard, you've got a good nose on you.
Fake Sage: But I can't be bothered to explain myself. Far easier just to feed you to some monsters.
Aletheia: With a temper like that, how do you ever expect to make anything of yourself?
Fake Sage: Enough of your prattle, old man! Prepare to face your end!
Vyrn: Ha! If you think this can stop us, you're clearly not much of a sage! Do it, (Captain)!
The Ersatz Sage: Scene 4
(Captain) and company demonstrate Aletheia's true strength and achieve victory. With the evil deeds of the fake sage exposed, peace returns to the village.
Vyrn: You see that? That was true power! (Captain) would never lose to an impostor like you!
Fake Sage: I-impossible... How could I lose to some kid and a geezer?
Fake Sage: Who are you people?
Aletheia: I have no intention of telling some small-time crook like you.
Vyrn: You're in the presence of the skyfarer captain (Captain) and the real sage Aletheia!
Vyrn: What are you waiting for? Kneel!
Fake Sage: What? The sage... Aletheia? T-true power? Tch...
Vyrn: We knew what you were up to from the beginning. How's defeat taste, genius?
Aletheia: There's my lizard. Just a few words too many. Anyway...
Aletheia: I think it's about time for you to give back everything you took from the villagers to hunt your own little army of monsters.
Vyrn: I hope you learned your lesson about pretending to be a sage!
Thanks to (Captain), the faker's wickedness is exposed, and peace returns to the village.
With this, the sage's name is cleared, and another page is added to his legend.
Now and Forever
At the boy’s request, the party had saved the pregnant woman. They decided to keep an eye on him until his dad came to pick him up. The boy would be a big brother soon, but wasn’t sure he could do it. He found his courage with a little help from Keehar. Aletheia watched as the father left with his son to see how mom was doing, his thoughts on his poor bond with his own son. After a stern talking to from Keehar, Aletheia decided to mend his ways and fix their relationship.
Their mission completed, (Captain) and company decided to kick up their heels. They were soon interrupted by a small boy in a big fluster.
Boy: Hah... hah... E-excuse me! Misters! ... but!
Keehar: What’s wrong, young man? There, there... go ahead and tell us what’s the matter.
Boy: My mom... she... her stomach’s hurting real bad! ... and there’s a baby in there!
Aletheia: She what?! Hurry! Take us to her! Now!
The boy ran back to his mother with (Captain) and company hot on his heels. Together, they got his mother safely to the hospital.
Even in the throes of labor, the mother was able to say thank you to our heroes as they delivered her to the hospital.
Nurse: Thank you so much! She’s a fair bit ahead of her due date... I’m so glad you were there to help.
Aletheia: It was good of the kid to hurry up and find someone.
Nurse: What a clever boy! But... his mother hasn’t given birth yet. I’m not quite sure what to do with him now...
Keehar: Hmm? What happened to his father?
Nurse: About that... we were able to contact him, but he won’t be able to come immediately on such short notice.
Keehar: Is that so... well I’ve got an idea! How about we take care of the boy until dear ol’ dad makes his way over?
Nurse: Oh, my! You don’t mind? If you could just make sure he doesn’t stray too far from the front of the hospital...
Keehar: Indeed I can! You just do your best to take care of the mother.
Keehar: Right, Lord Aletheia? How’s that sound?Hanging around with a kid should do us old codgers some good, eh?!
Aletheia: Huh? Slow down a minute, Keehar! I’m really not good with ki?
Keehar: Dahahaha! Alright, boy. You’re going to sit with the old timers for a spell!
Boy: Um... okay, I guess. And um, Ms. Nurse? Take care of my mom, okay?
And so Keehar and Aletheia founds themselves doing a bit of babysitting until the boy’s father showed up.
Aletheia: Hrm... I got to say you’re looking a little down, kid.
Keehar: You really do. Must be worried about your mother and the baby, eh?
Aletheia: You got to straighten up, boy. Once that baby’s born, you’re going to be a big brother.
Boy: Yeah... I mean, I know. It’s just...
Aletheia: Well, I tried... just can’t get the knack of talking to the little ones, I guess.
Keehar: Listen here, kiddo. You’re going to be just fine! Take the word of an old Skyfarer like me!
Boy: Wha!? You guys’re Skyfarers?! You?! ... you can still be one when you’re that old?!
Keehar: Dahahaha! Hey, now. All a few wrinkles are is proof you’ve seen a few battles in your day, right? And an old timer’s world is good as gold!
Boy: ... right!
Aletheia: (Hm? Looks like that did the trick. Guess I just don’t get kids... )
Keehar: Hoho... you’re going to hang out with us. You know, make sure you don’t wander off and get yourself lost!
Boy: Um... well if you’re Skyfarers, I’d sure like to hear about your adventures!
Keehar: Hmm? Deeds of dashing derring-do, you say? I have those by the bowlful! It all began with...
Keehar’s tales were like something straight out of an old legend. The boy’s eyes shone with wonder.
By the time Keehar had reached a break in his story, the boy was ready to share what was troubling him.
Aletheia: So you want to tell us why you were looking like you were three days from the chopping block? Must be worried about mom, eh?
Boy: It’s... well, all they talk about is the dumb baby. I don’t even feel like their kid anymore...
Aletheia: Hrm... well you need a little patience. You’re big brother now. And protecting your little brother or sister is your job, you hear?
Aletheia: What d’you expect... how can you be a man if you’re jealous of someone weaker than you? Get it together, kid!
Boy: ... but?
Keehar: Slow down there, Aletheia. I understand what you’re trying to say, but you can’t put all that weight on him at once.
Keehar: I think your mom and dad would be pretty sad if you guys didn’t get along. And I’d like you two to be friends, myself.
Keehar: So what I’m saying is, you don’t have to be a big brother all at once. Just take it one step at a time, you hear?
Keehar: In just a little while, you’re going to be seeing that little baby for the first time. It’s bound to be a little awkward.
Keehar: I mean, you might have a squabble here and there at first. But then you’re going to be buddies before you even know it. You’ll go on and on about how cute that little baby is!
Boy: Sigh... you really think so, mister? It might be a boy. Or a girl... but cute? I dunno...
Keehar: Dahahaha! No need to worry about that! That’s the kind of bond that grows with time.
Keehar: I raised a granddaughter myself... well, technically we’re not related. But talk about adorable!
Keehar: Hoho. The same goes for your parents. Of course they’re going to love that little baby. But they love you, too.
Keehar: It wouldn’t hurt to let them know you need a little attention now and again!
Boy: Ooh! Really, mister?!
Keehar: Really. That’s your right as a kid, you know? It’s practically in the job description!
Boy: Wow! Thanks, mister! I don’t know why I was so worried... yeah. Yeah!
Dad: Hey! Sorry I’m late! And thank you. Both of you. Don’t know what I would’ve done without you.
Keehar: Dahahaha! Think nothing of it! Now get on and see your wife.
Dad: Thanks again for taking the time. C’mon, son. We can wait for the baby inside the hospital.
Dad: And I heard you ran to find someone when your mom went into labor. I couldn’t be more proud of you!
Boy: Hehe... that’s what big brothers do!
Dad: Oh! There it goes! ... you and me are gonna do our best to take care of mom and the baby. Right?
With a word of thanks, both father and son made their way into the hospital.
Keehar: Whew... seeing that, I guess there’s not much for us to worry about. And dear me, what a stand-up kid!
Keehar: Hmm? And what could be bothering you, my dear man? You look a tad bit gloomy.
Aletheia: Sorry... just thinking about my boy. He was about that age when things started going sour between us...
Aletheia: Ha... although I wasn’t exactly winning any prizes for world’s best dad...
Keehar: Then you need to get it together, man! If there’s something you don’t like about yourself, then fix it!
Aletheia: Hrm... but now? After all this time...
Keehar: I’ll have none of that quitting talk! It’s like the boy. You don’t start out being a father. You have to ease yourself into it.
Keehar: Can’t say I know the specifics of your situation, but there’s no such phrase as “too late”. Start your work and start it today.
Aletheia: Hrm... I reckon you’ve got the right of it. I never should’ve tried to give up in the first place.
Aletheia: It’s time to get to work. Starting with myself... hah! Guess an old dog can learn a new trick or two!
It seems that all it took to light a new flame in the heart of a jaded old Sage were the words of a well-seasoned Skyfarer.
Perhaps the day would finally come when Aletheia would finally be able to walk tall, freed from the burden of worry and regret.
Only time could tell. Some roads lead to futures even the Sage of the Sword cannot know.
Father and Daughter Reunited
She couldn’t look away from the swordsman, a swordsman wrapped in what seemed to be a mage’s robes. It was Aletheia, the father who had left home when she was but a child. The old man couldn’t quite conceal his surprise at the unexpected reunion, either. At last, he told the story of why he had left his daughter behind. Having finally learned the truth, Teena hoped her brother Lucius would finally be able to let go of his hatred for their father. Aletheia steeled himself to face his son once more. Aletheia, having failed his family, chose the only path left for him: that of the sword. What would the future hold for him?
Early afternoon found Teena on the deck of the ship, seeing something she wasn’t quite sure what to make of.
Teena: ... hm?
There he stood upon the deck, a tricorne sitting atop hair as white as snow, his robe brushing lightly against the planks. Teena couldn’t look away.
You would think the man was a mage based on clothes alone, but the robes and hat barely concealed a frightening bulk of muscle that couldn’t have belonged to anyone but a warrior.
Teena: ...! You...
Aletheia: ?! That voice... I know that voice...
Aletheia: ... Teena! I’ll be damned!
Teena: Oh, gosh... dad...
Aletheia: Teena... it’s been a while. Never thought I’d see you in a place like this.
Aletheia: Heh... seems like you got your mother’s good looks. ... glad you’re doing well for yourself.
Teena: Snff... what... where have you been... what were you doing?!
Teena: Waaaah! Snff... hic...
Aletheia: I’m sorry, Teena... I really am...
Teena’s wails brought Vyrn and Lyria running, anxious to find out what was going on.
Vyrn: What’s the deal? Did something happen, Teena?
Lyria: Hm... what’s going on, Aletheia?
Aletheia: Hrm... well...
Aletheia: Never expected it to happen on the Grandcypher... I’d like you to meet Teena. My daughter...
Vyrn: Wait. What?! You’re her dad?! Teena said he ran away when she was just a kid!
Lyria: Wow?! Th-thats, um... quite the coincidence...
Teena: Waaaah! Right?! What have you been doing?! Why didn’t you come see me before?
Teena: Snff... tell me, dad... why...
Aletheia shared with her the story of his wandering. He’d chosen to fight, leaving his family behind in hope that the the people after him would leave them alone.
But the day that the goblins attacked the village... well, even the Sage of the Sword couldn’t have foreseen that.
He had failed them, and the shame of seeing their faces again was too much to bear. And so he devoted himself single-mindedly to the sword.
Teena: Lucius... he really hates you, you know.
Teena: Mother kept telling him not to blame you, but she never got through to him.
Teena: Sigh... I don’t really understand it, myself. Sounds like one of those guy things, to be honest...
Teena: I just... I hope you can talk to him one day...
Teena: It would be so nice if we could live together again, just the three of us.
Teena: You and Lucius are the only family I have in this world...
Aletheia: ... I feel the same way, Teena. Not a day goes by that I haven’t thought it.
Aletheia: I’ll talk to him one day. Count on it. And if he doesn’t want to hear me out, well, what else could I expect?
Vyrn: Hrm... sounds like it’s a whole thing. But hey, talking’s what people do!
Lyria: Exactly! Families aren’t supposed to hate each other...
Lyria: U-Um... so! Just let us know if there’s anything we can do to help, Aletheia! And you too, Teena!
Teena: Hehe. Sure. Thanks, Vyrn and Lyria!
Aletheia: Hope I can count on you two. Especially you, lizard.
Teena hoped her father and brother would be able to make amends. Though she told her father she had faith in him, her eyes were filled with an unfathomable sorrow.
A relationship fraught with misunderstanding. One can only imagine where it might lead...
Aletheia: Lucius... guess it’s about time I faced him, eh?
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