The Kind-Hearted Minstrel
Our heroes met Elta the bard during a monster attack on a certain village. He was traveling the world to spread the joy of his songs to other people, but traveling alone was fairly rough for him. Hence, (Captain) and company invited him to join their order.
During their travels, (Captain) and company stopped at a certain island and met a bard named Elta.
Together with Elta, (Captain) and company decided to work together to save the village from a monster attack.
Villager: Thank you all so much for lending us your strength!
Villager: I know it’s not much in the way of thanks, but I’ve prepared a meal for you all. Please, help yourselves!
Lyria: Yay! Thank you! It all looks so delicious!
Elta: Agreed! You can’t really make elaborate dishes like these when you’re traveling, you know...
Lyria: Wow! I didn’t know you could cook, Elta! Give me some pointers sometime, okay?
Elta: Sure thing. I’m not super talented at it or anything, but... Hmm?
Vyrn: Hm? What’s the matter, Elta?
Elta: Hey, you there! What's wrong? You look kinda miserable... Oh! Are you hurt?
Child: No, that’s not it. It’s just... It’s not safe with all the monsters around, so I can’t go outside and play... and I’m so BORED.
Elta: Oh, I see... You wanna run around and play outside, huh...
Child: Isn’t there anything fun to do...?
Elta: Something fun, huh...? Oh, I know! Say, do you like to sing?
Child: Singing? Yeah!
Elta: What a relief! Well then, since we can’t play outside, let’s sing a song!
Elta: I’ll go first.
Child: Wow...! You’re really good at singing, mister!
Elta: Hehehe! Thanks! Now this time you sing with me, okay?
Lyria: Waaait! Please wait! I want to sing, too!
Child: Whew... That was so much fun! Let’s all sing again sometime, okay, mister? You too, lady!
Elta: Sure! See you later! Whew... I’m so glad I could make him smile.
Lyria: Hehe! Well, it’s always nice to hear you sing, Elta!
Elta: Thanks, Lyria. You know... I can’t do much else besides sing and play my instrument, so compliments like that mean a lot to me.
Elta: The whole reason I became a bard was so that I could hopefully make others happy, even just a little.
Lyria: Wow...! That’s a wonderful thing to aspire to!
Elta: But things aren’t working out so well... I’m always running into monsters during my travels, and I’d need an airship to go to other islands...
Elta: Sigh... I just wish there was a way I could avoid being attacked by monsters...
Vyrn: I see... Traveling alone must be tough when you’ve got monsters to worry about.
Lyria: I know! Say, Elta. Would you be interested in joining our order?
Vyrn: Good idea! That way he’d be able to visit all kinds of places! What do you think, (Captain)?
Elta: What? But... I mean, I appreciate the offer and all, but I’d just get in your way...
Choose: I want to hear you sing more
- I want to hear you sing more
- I want to help fulfill your dream
Elta: Really?! You like my singing that much...?!
Elta: As a bard, nothing could make me happier! I’ll sing for you as many times as you want, (Captain)!Choose: I want to help fulfill your dream
Lyria: Exactly! If you want to make other people happy, then I want to help you, Elta!
Elta: You guys...! I don’t know what to say... Hahaha! I’m so happy to hear that...!
Vyrn: Haha! Aw, Elta, you look like you’re about to cry.Continue 1
Elta: Umm... Well, in that case... Please allow me to join your order!
Elta: I’m no good at fighting monsters, but... I’ll do anything you ask of me! I’ll help wherever I can!
Lyria: Welcome aboard! Hehe! Looks like things will be a lot more fun on the airship from now on!
Vyrn: Hey, Elta! Why don’t you celebrate this momentous occasion with a song?
Elta: Very well! I’ll sing with all my heart and soul.
And so Elta decided to travel together with (Captain) and company.
Though inept at fighting, Elta was a kindhearted soul. He would go on to spread happiness to many different people in many different places.
Bonds Woven by Song
Elta reunites with the children he taught how to sing at the church and tries to teach them a new song. However, a boy he never met says that songs are stupid and runs into the forest alone. (Captain) and company hear that fierce monsters have recently taken up residence in the forest. They hurry to find the boy.
Elta takes (Captain) and company to a church of a tiny village.
A smiling sister of the church and many cheerful children welcome the party.
Girl: Hey, look! It’s Elta!
Girl: Yay! He’s really here!
Elta: Yup! I have to keep my promises! I’m so happy to see you all!
Girl: Guess what! I practice the song you taught me every day!
Elta: That’s amazing! Then let’s all sing together later!
Vyrn: Hey, (Captain). Elta seems to be really popular with the kids.
Vyrn: He’s always so jumpy and afraid whenever he’s in public. He seems fine in front of kids!
Sister: Haha... The reason the children can smile like this is all down to Elta.
Before meeting (Captain), Elta had come to this church and befriended the children here through song.
When the time came that he must depart, Elta promised the children that he would return.
Sister: And ever since then Elta has continued to send the children musical scores and instruments during his travels.
Lyria: Hehe. Elta must really love music.
Elta: I’ll teach everyone a new song today! What kind of song would you like?
Cynical Boy: Hmph! What’s so fun about singing anyway? It’s so stupid!
Elta: Um... This is the first time we’ve met, I believe. Nice to meet you. My name is Elta. Do you not like songs?
Cynical Boy: What's the point in songs anyway?! If I have time to sing, I’d rather go and study.
Lyria: Whaaa?! You prefer schoolwork more? I’m surprised…!
Elta: Studying is very important. But I’m just not very good at it. Haha...
Girl: Say! Let’s sing together! It’s fun! Come on...
Cynical Boy: What? I told you singing is stupid! I’m not gonna do it!
Lyria: W-Wait! Oh... He went into the forest.
Sister: What?! A dangerous monster has recently taken up residence inside the forest...
Vyrn: What?! We gotta move!
Elta: Yes! We have to go after him!
Bonds Woven by Song: Scene 2
Elta has been shy ever since he was young. He always sang by himself, being unable to ask other children to play with him. If the boy that ran into the forest is simply putting on a front, Elta wants to tell him that he has friends who worry about him.
Vyrn: Damn! Where did that kid go?! I hope he’s okay...
Elta: I’m getting worried... We have to find him soon.
Vyrn: Geez... Why can’t he understand that singing with everyone is much more fun than being alone in this dangerous forest?!
Vyrn: Mm? What’s the matter, Elta?
Elta: It reminded me of when I was a child...
Elta: When I was a child, I was very shy and... Oh! Well, I suppose I still am.
Elta: But I wasn’t able to ask others to play with me...
Elta: That’s why I just sang by myself... Haha...
Vyrn: I get it... So maybe that kid just couldn’t bring himself to ask like you.
Elta: Maybe he’s really lonely and is just putting on a front...
Elta: I want to tell him that he has friends that worries about you.
Lyria: Yup. We have to go find him!
Elta: B-But... There are so many monsters here... I... I...
Vyrn: Hey! This is no time to be afraid!
Lyria: The presence of the monsters is getting stronger. Let's hurry!
Bonds Woven by Song: Scene 3
The boy was about to be attacked by the monsters when the party found him. Elta asks (Captain) and the others to rescue the boy while he gets the attention of the monsters.
Vyrn: There he is, (Captain)! Hey, kid! You okay?!
Cynical Boy: Eek! G-Get away! Ahhhhhh!
Lyria: Oh, no! The boy is being attacked by monsters!
Vyrn: Damnit! He’s too far from us… And there are too many monsters!
Elta: U-Um...! I’ll distract the monsters!
Elta: (Captain) and the others should go rescue the boy!
Vyrn: What the... hey! Get their attention? What are you planning to do?!
Lyria: Yeah! What if you’re put in danger instead?!
Elta: I might not be able to do much, but...
Elta: But... (Captain). You taught me that I could useful to others.
Elta: So let me do this! I’ll draw the monsters to me with my song!
Vyrn: All right... We’ll be counting on you, Elta! You ready, (Captain)?!
Lyria: Let’s hurry! Please don’t get hurt, Elta!
Elta: Yes...! I will stop them!
Bonds Woven by Song: Scene 4
After being rescued, the boy talks about how he felt lonely when he was all by himself while the other children at church sang. The boy asks Elta to teach him how to sing, much to his happiness.
Elta’s song calms the fierce monsters, allowing (Captain) and the others to safely rescue the boy.
Vyrn: Good job! You song is awesome! You got the monsters to calm down!
Lyria: That’s great... We saved the boy and it’s all thanks to Elta!
Elta: Are you hurt? Everyone at the church is worried about you. So let’s go back together.
Cynical Boy: ...
Elta: Hm? Did you say something?
Cynical Boy: I’m sorry... for making fun of your song...
Cynical Boy: I didn’t like how everyone enjoyed singing at church.
Cynical Boy: It felt like I was all alone...
Elta: When I was a child, I was all alone, too.
Elta: But... I had my songs.
Elta: Thanks to singing, I have so many dependable friends right now!
Vyrn: Yeah! Elta’s song helped us so many times!
Lyria: Yes! Elta’s song makes you feel very happy!
Cynical Boy: Yeah. I think I understand now! So... Can you teach me how to sing?!
Elta: Yes... Yes! Of course! Let’s go back and sing together with everyone at the church!
Elta: If you sing together, you’ll understand that you’re not alone!
And thus, Elta’s song melted the boy’s hardened heart, giving him the courage to face his friends.
And then comes the time for their departure. The party promises the children at the church that they will meet again before taking to the skies once more.
While rapping on the beach one morning, J.J. is captivated by a beautiful melody that turns out to be Elta's singing. Impressed by his musical talent, J.J. invites Elta to try rhyming some bars of his own. As the two bond and jam together, onlookers gather to listen to their musical mash-up.
The morning sun peeks over the ocean waves, painting the beach in soft, golden rays.
A man stands with his toes in the sand freestyling the tightest lyrics with only the rhythm of the waves as his accompanying beat.
J.J.: Yo! Brought the swagger to the beach, living life like a rap beast.
J.J.: Yeah! Rhymes overflowing from my soul, up-out-and-over, watch 'em go!
J.J.: Yeah, word! He's a demon with a punchline, rollin' over the sea and takin' in some sunshine.
J.J.: Yo! Yo! Say yo! Hey...
Just as J.J. really starts to feel the soul of the music, something catches his attention.
The sound of sweet singing cascades into his ear drums, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
J.J.: Whoa! That's dope!
The voice, clear and well trained, glides through a beautiful melody.
Finding himself vibing with the tune, J.J. can barely stop his feet from stepping toward the source of the music.
Elta: Hehe... It sure feels great to sing on the beach in the morning...
With the vast sea before him, Elta arches his back and takes a big stretch.
A figure slowly approaches him from behind.
J.J.: Yo, man! A crazy tune so early in the morning; talent like that should come with a warning.
Elta: Aaah! D-don't come any—
Elta: Wait, J.J.?
Even though J.J. and Elta belong to the same crew, they've never had an opportunity to jam together.
Elta: A-heh... You, um, didn't hear me just now, did you?
J.J.: Most def.
J.J.: Check it. It's my ears you can't underestimate. They catch songs at an Astral's pace.
J.J.: I can tell you've got music to protect, and that's why you've got all my respect.
J.J.: When two genres meet on the beach, it's angelic, baby—you better preach.
J.J.: The way you handle that cello, making everybody at the beach so mellow.
J.J.: Yeah, classical vibes so addictive, so delicious. Food for your soul—that's heart-nutritious.
J.J.: And, yeah, I feel that passion: a free bird, a cool cat, one helluva mash-up.
J.J.: You're the realest, dealest skyfarer that ever did fare. The meanest, cleanest cellist that ever did... cell.
J.J.: Props to you, bard! You da real MVB!
Elta: Um... Did you make that song for me?
Elta: Wow... Such a fiery performance! Th-thank you so much!
Elta's cheeks flush at J.J.'s show of zealous respect.
J.J.: Hey man, I just rapped what I felt, okay?
Elta: Um... O-okay?
Elta: So did you just improvise that tune?
J.J.: Yep. One-hundred. Freestylists just spit out their emotions.
Elta: Still, it's amazing you can come up with a rhyme at the drop of a hat!
Elta: And the rhythm—your music is so exhilarating!
J.J.: Hey, much love. If it vibed with you, then I'm more than happy.
J.J.: But it's not magic. Anybody can wield the power of hip-hop.
Elta: Huh? Really? I don't think I could ever...
J.J.: No worries, man! Hip-hop is freedom.
J.J.: Yo, like, your identity is the ship and the beat is the skies. You use 'em both to go when you need to reach new heights!
Elta: Um... Drive... with my identity? You mean say a self-introduction?
J.J.: Hey! We can tay-tay-take that for a first shot! Now turn to the sea and let the ocean know who you are.
Elta: Wait, no practice first?
Elta wilts at the thought of the lyrical challenge, but J.J.'s expression is serious.
J.J.: Elta, my man, it's your time! Let your soul loose and give us a rhyme!
Elta: Fine, fine! You've convinced me! I'll give it a fair shot.
Elta takes a deep breath before his first foray into the rhyme dimension.
Elta: Elta is my name! I don't know where I'm from, um, I exclaim!
Elta: No memory of my parents and all on my own, the only thing I have is a very old song.
Elta: Yo! Eventually I became a musician. Singing songs and playing instruments is my mission.
Elta: Yeah! Music is really fun, I can feel it in my heart. We may be different people, but we can play the same part.
Elta: Yo! Whether you're a kid in a church choir or an old man waiting to retire—
Elta: Everybody put your voices together, and let's spit some hot fire!
Elta: And um... Th-thank you very much!
Elta: Hahaha... That was fun, but it barely had a rhythm. I shouldn't quit playing the cello just yet, huh?
J.J.: Man, cut it with the negativity.
J.J.: Yo, hip-hop isn't just about how slick your rhymes are.
J.J.: Hehe... What really matters is how much of your soul you put into it.
J.J.: Yeah, man! Your raps, they pierced straight through my heart.
J.J.: You were enjoying the jam, or were my eyes deceived?
Elta: No, you're right! I loved it!
Elta: When I was trying to put the words together, the ideas for where to go next just kept coming and coming!
Elta: Hehe. I guess hip-hop—well, all music really—is pretty great.
J.J.: That's the stuff. Now let me respond properly!
J.J.: Yo, yo! Check it!
Moved by Elta's rap prowess, J.J. begins to return a verse of his own.
J.J.: J.J.'s back, rockin' on the track! Everybody movin', how 'bout dat!
J.J.: You and I, we're much the same. Childhood spent wandering in pain.
J.J.: Spent some days laughing, some days crying, but all that bad ish is behind us.
J.J.: Because, yo, once you've got hip-hop—whether for richer or poorer—the good times don't stop!
J.J.: Yeah! Music, resounding through the streets! A social movement made of sick beats!
J.J.: Put down the sword, do battle with lyrics; no matter if it's love or war, music is the mission.
J.J.: Yo! Cut bad ties, raise your voice loud; give 'em that beat, bring in the crowd!
J.J.: This is my vision of a world changed through rap. Laugh at a dream? Now who's wack.
J.J.: Your criticism is bricks on my road, and after everyone knows my songs, it'll be paved in gold!
J.J.: One man! One vision!
Elta bursts into reflexive applause, his eyes alight with glee.
Elta: Oh my gosh! "Put down the sword, do battle with lyrics..."—that's what you truly believe, isn't it?
J.J.: Yeah! Change beating for beats, you know what I mean? That's hip-hop. You dig?
Elta: Haha... J.J., I can tell you're passionate from your lyrics. I really felt the soul you were talking about!
J.J.: Much love, much love. Hearing you rap your truth made me want to rap mine too.
Elta: It did? I think I'm starting to understand you a little bit better, J.J.
Elta: At first I thought we were totally different people, but we actually have a lot in common.
J.J.: I feel the same way...
J.J.: It's like, your music digs its way into my heart.
Elta: Yes! Your songs really resonate with me too!
Elta: It just reminds me how big a part music has come to play in my life.
Elta: Not to mention how a big a part it's yet to play too!
Elta: Heh... Sorry... I guess that got personal...
J.J.: Hahaha! Nah, man. No personal talk? No personal rap. Just shows you've got what it takes to be an MC.
J.J.: Which gets me thinking... Why don't we have a rap battle?
Elta: Wha! A b-battle? I really don't like fighting!
J.J.: Sorry, bro! Was just joking.
A grin crosses J.J.'s lips.
J.J.: Man... It's like we've just become each other's inspirations. Kinda wild how it happened just like that.
Elta: Haha... If you say so.
Now that J.J. and Elta have exchanged raps, they find a bond rapidly solidifying between them.
And as they ride this same brain wave, a thought simultaneously occurs to them.
J.J.: Yo... Even though our genres are like night and day, we both wanna make music, yeah?
Elta: Absolutely! You can say so much more with song than words, after all...
Elta readies his instrument.
J.J.: Yep! I feel it! Here comes the beat!
J.J.'s grin gets wider even as his eyes lock into a focused gaze.
J.J.: Let's go!
Elta hits this cue playing a percussive melody, creating the background track for yet another improvised performance between himself and J.J.
Vyrn: Geez... Where'd those two get off to anyhow? We're gonna take off soon.
Lyria: Wait, do you hear something? It's coming from the beach!
(Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria head toward the noise, where they discover a massive crowd.
Lyria: Whoa! I wonder if someone famous is here!
J.J.: Say heeeey! Say hoooo! C'mon, c'mon, say oh-yo-yo!
Vyrn: Huh? Is that Elta... and Hip-Hop Head?
(Captain) begins to push through the crowd to chastise the pair, but the excited audience proves too enthralled.
Vyrn: Hehe... Look around! Everyone is lovin' Elta and Hip-Hop Head's show!
Lyria: Say, (Captain)... Why don't we enjoy their performance with the rest of the crowd too?
With the musical mastery of two crew members on display, (Captain) happily assents and pulls back to listen with Lyria and Vyrn.
Elta and J.J. finish their impromptu concert just as the sun starts to set into the sea.
Loud, unbroken applause erupts from their onlookers.
Man: Yo, yo! That was a dope show, rapper-guy!
Girl: Yeah! How about an encore, singer-man!
Eventually the congregation of new mash-up appreciators parts, leaving only (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn with their musical crewmates.
Vyrn: Seriously, you guys, you could've told us you planned to put on a beach concert...
J.J.: Whoa, not our fault. We just started jamming and people showed up.
Elta: I'm sorry. We must've forgotten about the time while we were playing.
Lyria: No, it's okay! It was wonderful watching you both perform!
Vyrn: Yeah, it was rad! Watchin' you guys have fun made us have fun too!
Elta: Haha... Well, thank you then.
J.J.: Yo, Elta! Let's make music with the church kids next time.
Elta: That's a great idea! And then we can go to your home turf and do the same!
J.J.: Yes! Best idea! Sounds like our next concert is set!
J.J.: Yo, DJ (Captain)! You better get off this airship and come watch us play again!
Choose: You know it!
- You know it!
(Captain) promises the duo that come primal attack or high water, they'll have their captain in the crowd.
After that, J.J. and Elta continue practicing their act in the comfortable belly of the Grandcypher.
Although their styles may differ, their souls beat to the same drum and dance to the same tune—a tune that when they play together, they share with any who care to listen.