Geisenborger/Lore

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Official Profile

Age	34
Height	205 cm
Race	Draph
Hobbies	War
Likes	Celebration drinking-parties for triumphal return
Dislikes	Places where he lost and taste of soil
Character Release 数多の戦場を渡り歩く流浪の傭兵、「怒涛の戦車」ガイゼンボーガ。しかし、彼の単独行動によって敵はおろか味方にも被害を及ぼす事から、今では「戦闘狂」の烙印を押され、周囲から疎まれる存在になっています。そんな彼が、主人公達に接触してきた理由とは……？

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Age	34歳
Height	205cm
Race	ドラフ
Hobbies	戦争
Likes	凱旋祝賀の酒一献
Dislikes	敗北の地と土の味
Character Release 数多の戦場を渡り歩く流浪の傭兵、「怒涛の戦車」ガイゼンボーガ。しかし、彼の単独行動によって敵はおろか味方にも被害を及ぼす事から、今では「戦闘狂」の烙印を押され、周囲から疎まれる存在になっています。そんな彼が、主人公達に接触してきた理由とは……？

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Special Cutscenes

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Happy Birthday Cutscenes
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1	✔	So today is your birthday? Everyone seems to be busy preparing for it. Humph, I'm only on the ship so I can use it as a base of operations I am not obligated to celebrate your birthday... ... But I'll at the very least say the magic words... Happy birthday. Heh heh, birthdays must be such joyous occasions for the young. Always seize the opportunity to enjoy yourself. In a few more years, perhaps I will be able to share a toast with- Never mind. I've said too much. Enjoy the day, (Captain).
2	✔	Hahaha... So it's your birthday, is it? Giving you a bottle of fine wine would be inappropriate, but I have something just as good. Grape juice. It's considered a luxury item in Levin. The mellow flavor is to be savored. But truthfully, I believe it matters little what the choice of drink is for a celebration. For me, the taste of wine is the taste of hard-fought victory. I drink out of respect for the battle. In a way, what determines the taste of the drink more than anything else is the type of victory you hope to see next. Mm, tonight's wine is truly divine.
3	✔	Hey there, kid. You came at a good time. Turns out I bought one too many weapon maintenance kits. Figured I'd give it to you since I don't need it. Choose: Is this a birthday present for me? A what? I'm not sure what you're going on about. Oh yeah, one other thing: I was planning on eating out for lunch as a change of pace today. But I messed up and accidentally reserved a full course meal for two. You can tag along and share it if you want. The staff at the restaurant even prepared a surprise cake too. Choose: A... "surprise" cake? U-uh, what I actually said was... A survival knife! You know, it's pretty handy in the field! Come on, it's almost time for the reservation. If you're joining me, we need to get going!
4	✔	There you are. I was looking for you... Seems like I accidentally booked a full course meal for two again. Won't you join me for lunch? Don't get the wrong idea. This has nothing to do with it being your birthday. Choose: Of course I'll go, but... "You don't have to force yourself to say you booked it by accident. Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me," (Captain) tells him. So the Chariot's true scheme has been revealed. Very well! Follow me, and we shall celebrate until you're sick of celebrating! We depart at once!
5	✔	Well, would you look at that... You happened to pass by at just the right time! The problem is, I'd rented out an entire hall to put on a Demonic Chariot show... but I forgot to invite people to come! Ah, how could I have forgotten! But if I don't put on the show now, it'll be such a waste. The show and your birthday have absolutely nothing to do with each other, of course—but I'll be performing with Azazel, so how about you come watch? Yes, you'll be our only guest! And all of our jokes will be about you and your crew! Oh, but it has nothing to do with your birthday, you hear? Stop grinning like that. And don't think too hard about it. Now, follow me! I'll take you to comedy paradise—no, comedy hell!

Happy New Year Cutscenes
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1	✔	... A smirk on his face, Geisenborger prepares to go off somewhere. Choose: What's wrong? Heh heh, first war of the year. I can set out at anytime... How fare your preparations? Choose: I won't let you go to the battlefield! Oh? You plan on standing in the path of the mighty Chariot? How intriguing... I'll have a bout with you, (Captain)! Geisenborger takes a fighting stance as he accepts a racket from (Captain). Hm? You mean for us to do battle with these? Heh heh... Ahahaha! No one has ever bested me in a game of battledore and shuttlecock... They call me the master shuttlecock handler! You chose the wrong game! Prepare to be crushed by the Chariot!
2	✔	Well then, shall we engage in the first war of the year? My blood boils at the thought of battle... There is no room for repose, as a single lapse in judgment could lead one to a very dark fate. Oh, what am I saying... As my worthy rival, you already know this, (Captain). Hah hah. Well then, young warrior, grab your weapon! With a nod, (Captain) gets into position. Hm, battledore and shuttlecock never gets old. I still remember our fierce exchange of blows last year... I must say, it was one of the finest matches I've ever had in my life. But enough talk. Let us speak with our battledores. I, Geisenborger, master shuttlecock handler, shall start the new year with a glorious victory!
3	✔	(Captain)... You know what time it is. A new year means a new battle between us. Which is why we shall compete with badminton! It's the only way to start the year off right. You brought your racket, right? Choose: Nope. You... what? The fire within me has died... I think I'll head to my room and work on meditation instead... Choose: Hold it! Quickly whipping a hand out, (Captain) reveals a spinning top. A top? You wish to compete with this? ... Heh... Heheh... Hahahaha! You've picked the wrong opponent! I was once known as the chariot that raced across the skies, remember? Fine, have it your way! We shall spin to see who will win! Let it rip! You shall see you were a fool to challenge me!
4	✔	Heh heh heh, the time has come once again! A new year is upon us! Which means we shall have our first showdown of the year, as is custom! Now what will it be—badminton? Racing? Come at me with whatever you want! Choose: Card games! Gah! C-card games... Is that so... Choose: Should we... do something else? No, we can compete with cards! A true warrior claims victory no matter the battlefield! Yes, I can overcome any challenge... As long as I put my body and soul on the line! I-I'm completely fine with card games! I'm not bad at them or anything! Now enough dallying! Let's do this! Raaaagh!
5	✔	Heh! So the new year's creeped up on us again, hm? What do you say we go for our first war of the year then, (Captain)? No card games though. Not that I'm worried about it, of course—simply that it wouldn't be interesting if it was the same as last year. Choose: Beanbag fight! Heh, I accept your challenge! But since I let you decide the weapon, I'll decide the rules. Normal beanbags would be boring... We'll use cannonballs instead! With the danger of potentially dropping the cannonballs and causing great disaster... let's see how many each of us can throw— Choose: Nope. We're using normal beanbags! Rrgh! O-oh... Well, all right! Even with simple beanbags, I will never turn down a fight. Prepare yourself!

Valentine's Day Cutscenes
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1	✔	Yes, (Captain)? What is it you've placed in my hand? Chocolate? I appreciate the gesture. Chocolates can be taken without drink on the battlefield and are full of nutritional properties... They make the perfect ration. Heh heh, I'll be sure to bring some of this to my next war zone. Hm? You wish for me to consume it all when I've returned to my room? Because it's Valentine's? I've never heard the word. Is it some sort of new battle uniform? Regardless... I'll be sure to indulge in some the next time my stomach rumbles.
2	✔	Hah hah, (Captain). I thought you might show up soon. The sickeningly sweet stench in the area reminded me of what today is. Chocolate rations... I gladly accept. Huh? You prefer I consume these here before returning to my room? You wish to hear my thoughts on their taste? Very well, if that is your wish. ... It's not bad. Hah hah... Perhaps my sense of smell is only good for judging the taste of various wines.
3	✔	What's that you've got there? Two pieces of chocolate? One's sweet and one's spicy hot, but you won't tell me which one is which... I get it. Heheheh, now this is great way to spice up the occasion... You know me so well! But sadly, not well enough. You think I'm going to choose wrong, don't you? You forget that there are no wrong choices for a hardened warrior like me. I eat spicy foods for breakfast. Your little chocolate won't even make me sweat. Heh, your plan to see me crying on the ground failed before it could even start... You picked the wrong guy to mess with! Putting on a confident grin, Geisenborger chooses one of the chocolates and pops it into his mouth. Gwaaaahhh! What kind of chocolate is this? It feels like a thousand needles are piercing my tongue... How can anything so spicy exist in this world! To prove both chocolates weren't rigged, (Captain) eats the other piece without fuss. You trying to say I lost? I, the picture of health and peak performance? You... You'll get what's coming for you on White Day!
4	✔	Hmm... Those two pieces of chocolate you hold... Aren't they the same as last year? I could never forget how you brought before me two choices: one sweet and one spicy. A journey to heaven or hell, and I chose wrong. I must admit, I thought you would do better than to challenge me to the exact same game as before. Choose: The right one is spicy. ...! Heh heh, so that's how it is. This time, it's psychological warfare! The true battle is to determine whether or not you're telling the truth! Heh, now this is interesting. But you've chosen the wrong opponent. The power to judge an enemy is one I've cultivated over the course of countless battles. You have no chance of escaping my expertise! Truth or lie... I can predict your every move! Full of confidence, Geisenborger grabs the chocolate in (Captain)'s left hand and swallows it without hesitation. AAAGH! S-spicy! Way spicier than last year's! To prove the game wasn't rigged, (Captain) eats the other chocolate without issue. To defeat not once, but twice! Just you wait! I'll pay you back tenfold for this on White Day!
5	✔	(Captain)! What chocolate battle do you wish to challenge me to this time? Choose: We're not battling. What! I mean... I know the point of Valentine's isn't to battle, but still... While Geisenborger is thinking to himself, (Captain) hands him a package filled with chocolate. Is this... chocolate you made? Wait! Could it be that you were hoping to catch me off guard by giving me chocolate that's insanely spicy... Choose: It's just normal chocolate. O-oh? All right, I will give it a try then. Mm. A rich and smooth sweetness fills my mouth before melting away... Delicious. Choose: Glad to hear! Urgh! Don't smile at me so innocently like that! You're going to drive me crazy! Th-this debt I now owe you—I'll be sure to repay it on White Day.

White Day Cutscenes
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1	✔	(Captain)... Accompany me for an experiment. You can begin by feasting on this chocolate. Choose: Yum! Heh heh, the fact that you ate one without testing for poison shows your lack of vigilance. Nonetheless I'm glad you enjoyed it. That whole box is yours. You're wondering what I'm doing? Well, I've been attempting to come up with new forms of rations. But I needed a way to verify the quality of taste. Though of course taste matters little to me on the battlefield... Choose: Then why care if it tastes good or not? B-because... Ngh... I simply wanted to try something new—nothing more, nothing less!
2	✔	I am the Chariot... A seasoned mercenary who reigns supreme as one who's survived countless battlefields. Any who fight by my side are guaranteed to grasp victory at battle's end. Choose: "Guaranteed," you say? ... Those who crave victory will bring me along. It is a known fact. Hah hah, I wouldn't mind showing you why I am known as the Chariot to balance the scales once more... Choose: Huh? Hm, if you cannot decipher my code speak, you will not last long on the battlefield. Must I reveal it all? As thanks for your chocolate last month, I offer you the right to summon me to the battlefield once as a comrade-in-arms. After all, this base is little more than a base of operations. And that won't change anytime soon. Well then, till next we meet on the battlefield. With those words, Geisenborger goes off on his way.
3	✔	Heheh... Prepare for humiliation! Don't tell me you forgot already. In return for the challenge you gave me last month, I now return with my own! In my hands I have two cookies that I baked. One is normal, but the other is overwhelmingly bitter. It is the culmination of thirty days spent perfecting bitter flavors! The ultimate decision is yours... Will you find heaven or hell? Now choose! Choose: I choose both! You... what? "Because you made both of them for me," (Captain) replies. Hey, if you do that, there's no challenge— Never mind. You pulling something like that proves you're the winner, as much as I hate to admit it. Take the normal cookie. It's your prize for winning. Choose: And the bitter one? Goes to the loser, of course... But it will be no problem for my superior taste buds. Shooting (Captain) a fearless grin, Geisenborger stuffs the whole cookie into his mouth. Euuugwaaahhh!
4	✔	Heh heh, the day has finally come—it is time for us to battle once more! I prepared two cookies. One of them is extremely bitter. It sounds like the same challenge as last time? Worry not. Look at them more closely. One is a normal brown color. The other is a suspicious green. So there you have it: a challenge of psychological warfare! Predict what your enemy has done, and make your move! Humming in thought, (Captain) reaches a hand out toward the brown cookie. ... The captain pauses, then extends a hand toward the green cookie. ...! Choose: Okay, time to pick! (Captain) fearlessly picks the green one and eats it in one go. AAAHH! Impossible! How did you know? Choose: Your expressions gave you away. What? But I moved not a single muscle! Or did you read even my most subtlest movements? I suppose the loser must appropriately accept his lot... B-bitter is the taste of defeat!
5	✔	Today's White Day, isn't it? Then I'll repay you as I promised! First will be these butter cookies! You'll munch through these in no time—made with rich butter that's packed with calories! Next is this shortcake! I made sure to put strawberries of a generous size on top! How do you feel now, being treated like a child? And last is this chocolate fondue! I've prepared twenty different ingredients including banana and marshmallows, all for you to dip into the gushing chocolate! Heh heh! You're sure to have a hard time choosing from this excessive selection of desserts... You get what you deserve! Choose: Thanks! ... I'm the one who should be thanking you. I missed my chance to do so the other day. What're you standing there for? Let's head out to the battlefield of sweets while everything is still fresh!
Gift		Light Cookies

Trick or Treat Cutscenes
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1	✔	Hm? Yes, (Captain)? Did you need to speak to me? (Captain) hands Geisenborger a cylindrical container. Candy, I see. I'll take one. Geisenborger picks up a piece. A rattrap-esque contraption snaps on his finger. ...! Choose: Tricked by a treat! ... (Captain), know that I am not accepting of all types of pain! I find pleasure in only the agony that can be felt on the battlefield! Never forget that! (Captain) explains that the point was to play a Halloween prank on Geisenborger rather than to inflict pain on him. Heh heh, a day where it is custom to carry out preemptive strikes on the unsuspecting? The populace find joy in the strangest things. Humph, very well. You may have tricked me today, but you'd best be ready when I come at you next year!
2	✔	Ngaaah! My finger! To (Captain), it appears as if Geisenborger's left thumb has split off. But it turns out to be his bent right thumb playing an illusion. Hah hah hah... What do you think? It may only be good for tricking children, but that's why it's perfect for today— Choose: Oh my gosh! (Captain) pretends not to see the trick and puts on a bewildered expression. Why do you panic? My fingers are perfectly fine. Choose: I'll go get the others! Hold it, (Captain)! I said my fingers are fine! Watch as I wriggle both of my thumbs! See? There's no need to call for help... Choose: Haha! Tricked you! Urgh! What shrewd manuevering on your part! Grr... Impressive, but don't expect things to go this way next year!
3	✔	Behold, (Captain)! This pumpkin floats in my grasp! A pumpkin appears to hover between Geisenborger's hands. However, a closer look reveals that his thumb is stuck into the pumpkin at a blind spot. Hahaha, there is no magic involved here! Only a special power at work. Choose: That pumpkin... (Captain) realizes that's the pumpkin that was prepped to be used for a pie. Beats me... More importantly, it's floating! You see it, yeah? Choose: It's for the pumpkin pie, right? Hey, don't pull me! That's not what I'm here for! Rgh! Was my floating pumpkin not good enough? Ignoring Geisenborger's muttering, (Captain) drags him to the kitchen where they set about making that pumpkin pie.
4	✔	Impossible! How could I lose this crucial game of rock paper scissors? Now I'll have to spend the day sounding like a fool! Oh, the humiliation! Choose: Aren't you forgetting something? Grrr... Owo, the humiwiation! How could a warrior wike me... sound wike dis! AAAAHHH! You will pay for dis disgwace! Next Hawoween, I will have my rewvenge!
5	✔	How could this be, grr! I lost again, grr... And now I have to say "grr" at the end of my sentences, all because I lost this Halloween rock-paper-scissors! What, grr? You'll give me another chance, grr? Heh heh, grr... It's just like you to show sympathy for the loser, grr! Choose: It'll be more than "grr" if you lose. Not a problem, grr! This chariot will not see defeat a second time! How could this be, grr! I can't believe I lost again, grr! Choose: I think you're missing something. Urgh! What humilia... sen. Get ready for my retalia-sen! I swear I'll triumph over you next time, grr! Rrg... How did I get myself into this situa-sen!

Happy Holidays Cutscenes
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1	✔	Heh heh, so a battlefield awaits, you say? What's that shibboleth everyone has on the tip of their tongue... "Happy holidays," was it? In deciding on a secret code, we must be careful in controlling the flow of information even amongst ourselves. Anyhow, the others seem to be preoccupied making arrangements for something. Will we be taking off shortly? What is it? Why do you laugh? Your heart must be beating with excitement for the battle to come! Choose: I said snowfield! Not battlefield! By the heavens... What shame I've brought upon myself... Graaaaaah! (Captain) rushes to catch up with the scurrying Geisenborger, promising a treat if he'll come back.
2	✔	Hah hah hah. 'Tis the holy night, when the populace carouses in delusive bliss. It pays to keep in mind that a light too bright can give way to darkness. I heard this from others, but there is one who lurks in the shadows... His name is Santo. He spreads suffering to all. He slips into people's houses without anyone noticing. His stealth skills are second to none. The irony is that he wears bloodred clothing that stands out like a sore thumb, as if he wishes to be sought out. Haha, fascinating, don't you think? Hm, are you holding in your laughter, (Captain)? Surely you're interested in Santo's true nature. If you ask me, chances are he's a former merc— Choose: The guy's name is "Santa," not Santo. What? He's a jolly old red saint who hands out presents to children, and everyone knows about him? Ngwaaah! As Geisenborger races off, (Captain) calls him back to give him a present.
3	✔	Heheheh, tonight is the holy night... That Santa fellow's coming to give presents to all the kids, right? But you, (Captain)... I can tell you want something more exciting than a peaceful, boring evening. Heh, you can stop pretending you don't know. This large tree piled with objects is a clear challenge from you. That star at the very top... It clearly hints at The Star, the primal beast. Which means this large tree symbolizes... me. In other words, you insultingly imply that I am beneath The Star. And these sparkling decorations. You know I dislike gaudy displays, but you plastered the tree in them... You're trying to provoke me. Heh, you could've just challenged me directly and skipped the theatrics. Come at me then! We'll exchange fists and dye this holy night red with every blow! Choose: This, my friend, is a holiday tree. A what? It's a special tree decorated for the holy night? A tradition that everyone knows... Gaaaaaaahhhh! (Captain) tries asking Geisenborger to decorate the tree too, but the man is already running away at full speed.
4	✔	Heh heh, tonight is the holy night. Reminds me of post-victory celebrations, what with all the children running around. But what are those large red socks that they are holding? It's true that children always need new clothes, as they're growing... However, those socks are far too large, and they each only have a single one, not a pair... Ah! (Wait, I know where this is going... I've experienced this one too many times!) (Those socks must be used for some special holy night ritual!) Choose: What's wrong? ((Captain) is looking at me with a knowing grin!) (I need to find a way to change the subject...) ... (I can't think of anything!) GAAAH! As Geisenborger runs away, (Captain) tries to tell him that they're having chicken for dinner tonight. I am no chicken!
5	✔	Heh heh, tonight is the holy night... ... (Every single year... Whenever I say something, somehow it ends with me running off.) (In that case, I will counter with silence! Keeping silent must be the best plan!) Choose: ... ... (What is this strange feeling of wanting to express myself? Somehow this doesn't sit right with me...) When (Captain) continues to gaze at him quietly, Geisenborger comes to a realization. Aha! The holy night... must be the designated day for me to shout and run off! It's meant to be! I see now! It can't start with me doing that! Gwaaagh! Watching Geisenborger run off once again, (Captain) smiles, amused. The captain calls after him, inviting him to spend the winter celebration together with everyone.

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Invitation from a Berserker

The crew enters a restaurant to learn more about a request only to find it already packed with other skyfarers. Many feel like they have been duped, and so a fracas ensues, but (Captain) is quick to break it up. Seeing this, a mercenary by the name of Geisenborger reveals himself as the client and leaves behind a card. Drawn by the card's light that night, (Captain) and company find themselves in the midst of the War.

(Captain) and the crew receive a monster extermination request from a distant village.

What they find on arrival, however, is a much smaller hamlet than the one depicted in the job request.

Vyrn: Did we just get hoodwinked?

Lyria: Hold on, Vyrn. The restaurant from the letter is over there.

The crew finds the restaurant specified in the request and takes a step inside.

Rowdy Skyfarer: Hey, Cap'n! What's the big idea? We followed the instructions in the request to the letter, but nobody's here!

Rowdy Captain: Tell me something I don't know! I ain't the one who brought this situation!

Rowdy Skyfarer: But you call yourself a captain, eh? Then you should be able to do something about it!

Rowdy Captain: Oh? You wanna tangle with the captain? Bring it!

Skilled skyfarers have packed into the tiny restaurant's confines. There are a few faces recognizable to the crew.

Vyrn: Wait a sec... We weren't the only ones requested to do this thing?

Lyria: Oh no, a brawl's breaking out! (Captain), we have to stop them before they destroy the restaurant!

The crew ready their weapons, leaping into the whirlwind of conflict before them.

Rowdy Skyfarer: Wargh...

Rowdy Captain: Oof...

The flurry of attacks from (Captain) is more than enough to return the madding crowd to its senses.

After apologizing to the owner with heads hung low, the skyfarers give a final word of thanks to (Captain) before leaving the restaurant.

Vyrn: What was that about? That was wild!

Lyria: Good work, (Captain)! Let's head back to the Grandcypher, okay?

The crew are readying themselves to leave when a massive shadow slowly begins to emerge from the back of the restaurant.

(Captain) and the crew instinctively grip their weapons as the shadow walks across the floor.

???: Heh heh, wonderful. You appear to have some skill indeed.

Vyrn: Whoa, where'd this guy with the crazy arm come from? You could at least tell us your name before scaring us half to death!

Geisenborger: Ah, yes, pardon my rudeness. You may call me... Geisenborger. I'm the one who requested you come here.

Vyrn: Wait, you're the guy looking for a monster exterminator?

Vyrn: Why hide in the shadows like that? You gotta admit, it's kinda creepy!

Lyria: I'm with Vyrn on this. Why did you lie to us about what you wanted?

The hulking monstrosity of a man doesn't answer but begins to give his personal history instead.

Geisenborger: I am Geisenborger, a wandering mercenary. I rage across all the sky, leading those who dare stand against me to an early demise.

Geisenborger: But in time, the world came to call me by a different name... Chariot.

Vyrn: Wait, seriously? That's weird!

Geisenborger: I grew overzealous under that name, frequently acting alone, ignoring orders, and bringing my allies to the edge of defeat.

Geisenborger: Those who once called me Chariot slowly vanished. What they call me now is the Mad Ravager, Deathwish Geisenborger.

Geisenborger: Quite the reputation I've made for myself. Those who once requested my services on the battlefield call on me no longer.

Lyria: Well, does this have anything to do with the fake request you gave us?

Geisenborger: Must I spell it out for you? What I seek... is war.

Geisenborger: Which is why I summoned you here. To prove your worth.

Geisenborger: To prove your skill!

Vyrn: What are you saying? That you've been sending requests out to any old skyfarers you could find?

Lyria: Oh my gosh... Are you going to send us to war? No! We refuse! Absolutely not!

Geisenborger doesn't respond. Instead, he throws something sharp enough to be mistaken for a knife in (Captain)'s direction.

(Captain) pulls it out of the wall.

The illustration on the card is obscured, making it impossible to distinguish what is being depicted.

Vyrn: What's this card for? There's some kind of weird picture drawn on it.

Geisenborger: If you are true warriors, you will one day find yourselves guided by the stars to the battlefield.

Geisenborger: You needn't hurry. When the time comes, all will be made known.

Leaving only these strange words and an even stranger card, Geisenborger vanishes, as if swallowed by the darkness.

Bewildered, the crew drag their tired bodies back to the Grandcypher for some much needed rest.

(Captain) leaves the card on a table. As they all fall asleep, the card begins emitting an eerie light.

Vyrn: Yawn... Wait a sec...

Vyrn: What's going on here?

Lyria: Huh? I was in bed just a second ago, but where are we now?

Geisenborger: Heh heh, you have been guided by the stars. As I suspected.

Vyrn: Hey, Wrench Armstrong! Are you responsible for this?

Lyria: Um, Geisenborger? What's going on here?

Geisenborger: We are within the memory of a primal beast. A memory... from the War.

Lyria: From the War? How did we all get here?

Geisenborger: What meaning could the answer to such a question hold? All that matters is the great war that lies before you. Now go. Thrust yourself headlong into the screaming hordes.

A battle between armies rages as smoke and fire explode across the horizon.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, make no mistake. This is the War. One of its greatest, most devastating battles.

Geisenborger: The owner of such a memory is a greedy beast indeed. Unsatisfied with reality, it seeks to return to the past and this time win a war already lost.

Lyria: Hold on... This time?

Geisenborger: Ask yourself why the beast returns to this memory, and you'll find your answer.

Lyria: Um...

Geisenborger: It's calculating the conditions for victory for the greater war to come.

Geisenborger: Once it finds its answer, it will doubtless engulf reality in the very sea of flames you see here.

Geisenborger: What it seeks most... is none other than the creation of a new world!

Vyrn: Whoa there, Wrench! That sounds awful!

Lyria: I'm not really sure what's going on either, but it doesn't seem good.

Geisenborger: There is only one way to stop the beast.

Geisenborger: You must negate its calculations by entering the fray yourselves.

Geisenborger: Obstruct its experiments, and whatever final solution it arrives at will fail.

Geisenborger: What better way to prove that than to fight alongside me and win... and win... and win!

Geisenborger's explanation is difficult to believe, and even more difficult to understand.

But how else can the crew explain the unfathomable situation they've been thrust into?

Meanwhile Geisenborger ignores the bewildered crew, rushing headlong into the heat of battle himself.

He lets loose a berserk scream, shocking his foes into submission.

The sheer intensity of the scream leaves (Captain) and the crew stunned.

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The Chariot's Motives

Geisenborger rages through the battlefield, making quick work of the opposition. When Vyrn and Lyria sense the power of primal beasts from the card in (Captain)'s hand, Geisenborger speaks of the eleven primal beasts who created the card. It turns out his goal is to crush the ambitions of those primals, and so he asks the crew for assistance.

Geisenborger: Ngraaah!

Geisenborger rages across the battlefield alone, battering legions of foes with siege-engine efficiency. The crew is dumbfounded.

Vyrn: Yowza, that's some serious power! Guess they called him Chariot for a reason!

Lyria: Is he going to be okay though? They're hitting him pretty hard.

Lyria: Strange... It almost seems like he's letting himself get hit on purpose.

Vyrn: Oh c'mon, Lyria! What kind of lunatic would let himself get hit on purpose?

Lyria: Hm, maybe I'm just imagining things.

Suddenly the card in (Captain)'s hand begins glowing ominously.

Lyria: Look, (Captain)! The card's shining again!

Vyrn: Did something happen?

The card stops shining, almost as if in response to Vyrn's question.

Vyrn: Okay, now the card's just messing with me. Ditch it, (Captain)! That thing's bad news!

Lyria: I'm worried about it too. The presence I'm sensing feels just like a primal beast's.

Suddenly Geisenborger appears in front of them.

Geisenborger: Quite the astute observation, girl.

Geisenborger: That's right. That card was created by a group of eleven primal beasts.

Vyrn: Wait, primal beasts made this?

Lyria: Then does this memory of the War belong to them too?

Geisenborger: Verily. They created such cards to sate their desire...

Lyria: Desire?

Lyria: Wait, you don't mean... the War itself is their desire?

Geisenborger: Heh heh, clever girl. That's right. All for the sake of creating a new world.

Lyria: A new world...

Geisenborger: A world that belongs not to the skydwellers or the Astrals, but to them alone.

Geisenborger: That's what they're aiming for above all else.

Vyrn: Now I get it. That's why you called us here to mess with their plans, huh?

Geisenborger: You grasp my intentions at last.

Geisenborger: So take up your weapons, and let us bring their wanton ambitions to an end!

Geisenborger lets out a deafening war cry and charges into the heat of battle, a crazed smile on his face.

(Captain) and the others, however, have difficulty concealing their concern.

The crew members feel there's some reason in his words but don't know whether they can trust him.

Vyrn: Hm, Wrench Armstrong can probably handle this on his own, right?

Lyria: I agree. It doesn't seem like we need to get involved.

Vyrn: Still, I can't help but think he's hiding something from us.

(Captain) and company continue to question themselves, but there seem to be no easy answers.

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Battlefield Soliloquy

Geisenborger watches the battle from a hill above while speaking with what appears to be the red crystal on his chest. From the words he speaks, it is evident that he shares a special connection with a certain primal.

Geisenborger surveys the battlefield from a nearby plateau.

Geisenborger: Watching such talented young warriors makes me want to fight like nothing else.

Something about his manner suggests he may not be speaking to himself.

He murmurs to the red stone hanging around his neck.

Occasionally the stone itself seems to pulse as if in response.

Geisenborger: Gleaming stars above... I have assembled what you wished for. Are you not satisfied?

Geisenborger: Surely this mindless rabble will produce the results you're looking for.

Geisenborger: Oh? There's a factor here that concerns you?

Geisenborger: The young skyfarer, I suspect.

Geisenborger: Bwahaha... You can't hide the truth from me. We're connected, you and I.

Geisenborger: An inseverable bond. No. A bond that only grows deeper the more you try to escape it.

Geisenborger speaks with a tinge of resentment.

The stone is silent, almost as if mocking Geisenborger.

Geisenborger: I barely exist to you, eh? For you, the comings and goings of mere mortals barely register, I imagine.

Geisenborger: But take heed, starbeast. There reigns a star above all others, a star that counts fate itself part of its dominion.

Geisenborger: Do not make light of it. Those with such radiance harbor a power unthinkable.

Geisenborger: Strength enough to give even you pause.

Geisenborger is a man of many mysteries, but an unknown truth lurks within his words.

Only one thing is certain. He possesses a deep connection to a certain primal beast.

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Death Eluded

Geisenborger reflects on a past memory. He was once betrayed by allies and left stranded in the desert. Though ready to meet his demise in the barren wasteland, he miraculously mustered enough strength to push his broken-and-battered body all the way to the capital.

Geisenborger calmly watches the battle from a nearby hill.

Although the ebb and flow of the front lines give the impression of a stalemate, it appears the conclusion is drawing near.

The bloodred stone hanging around his neck pulses violently, as if in joy.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, this makes you happy, does it? Indeed, looking over this battlefield reminds me of when we first met each other.

Geisenborger: I won't soon forget that horrific quagmire...

I'd enlisted in a certain country's army for a war in the desert.

I acted alone to push things in our favor, going behind enemy lines to assassinate an enemy general.

But doing so engendered resentment, and I eventually found myself abandoned by my allies in the middle of the desert.

I had no supplies, no water, and was grievously wounded from an earlier battle.

Geisenborger: Rgh... This may be the end...

I laid down among the remains of my enemies and waited quietly for death.

Then I gazed up at the night sky.

I was able to smell the dry air of the desert and take in all of that heavenly glory above.

Geisenborger: What better pyre could there be for my send-off to the great beyond...

Extending my hand, I felt almost as if I could reach the stars. It was at that moment I noticed a star that radiated more brilliantly than any other.

I was a man who held no faith in a higher power—who had lived his life through brute force alone. But now I found myself in tearful prayer.

Geisenborger: Stars, blazing across the heavens... Listen to my ode to thee... See me returned gloriously to my kingdom...

I repeated this verse countless times. Overwhelmed by fatigue, I eventually fell into a deep slumber.

As I did so, I heard what sounded like the voice of the stars faintly calling out to me.

???: Thy prayer... will not go unanswered...

Geisenborger: Three days later, I walked out of that scorching desert and returned safely to the capital.

Geisenborger: Strangely, not a single drop of sweat could be found on my body.

Geisenborger: My skin was burnt. My innards were failing. My arms and legs were supported by bones half-shattered.

Geisenborger: By all accounts, I should have been dead.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, I never imagined I'd make it back alive.

Geisenborger: The so-called allies who abandoned me listened to my story with faces cold and pallid with fear. They asked me if I was in pain.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, not in the slightest, I answered. That was no exaggeration. As a matter of fact... I couldn't feel anything.

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Sensation of War

Geisenborger explains that he had lost all bodily sensation when the primal kept him alive for his arduous trek through the desert, which is why he craves battle so much. He is surprised to see that the crew overheard everything he said.

Geisenborger watches attentively over the battle as if trying to confirm something.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, laughable, isn't it? I believed in you completely, starbeast, like a purehearted little schoolgirl.

Geisenborger: That's right. I had complete faith in you. Complete faith that my prayer to the stars made it through that night.

Geisenborger: But in reality, my body had simply lost its ability to sense pain.

Geisenborger: Not just pain. Tiredness, exhaustion, hunger, cold... My senses, in nearly every way measurable, had left me.

Geisenborger: They weren't coming back, and what's worse is I didn't want them. My sense of want had left me too.

Geisenborger: Respiration, sleep, digestion, perspiration...
All my basic bodily functions had failed. Only medicine brought me sleep.

Geisenborger: It was the very definition of torture. But I soldiered on, enduring the endless indignities of having a useless body unable to feel pain.

Geisenborger: Can you comprehend that? My search for pain? My life lived in pursuit of death?

Geisenborger: By tormenting my own flesh, I was able to lay my hands on an ersatz version of my previous life.

Geisenborger: I grew infatuated with inflicting pain on myself, knowing full well that the sensations I felt were a sham. A mirage.

Geisenborger: But how could you understand? What would you know of the suffering endured by a warrior forever robbed of pain?

Geisenborger: Answer me, you infernal starbeast! My pain will reach even you!

Geisenborger: My anguish will tear across the heavens!

Geisenborger continues to shout, his years of pent-up grief pushing him.

Until suddenly he stops.

Full of fear, he slowly turns toward the shadows behind him.

Geisenborger: When... When did you get here?

Lyria: I think I understand what your true goals are now, Geisenborger.

From Geisenborger's point of view, the shadows cast by (Captain) and the crew begin to blur.

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The Truth of Battle

Lyria suspects that Geisenborger got the crew involved to help free him of his restraints, but he refutes the notion. When he bellows that he can overcome his troubles alone, a light engulfs Geisenborger and The Star appears. (Captain) and company realize that the eleven primals mentioned earlier were actually the Arcarum, and then challenge The Star to a duel.

Having discovered the truth behind his actions, (Captain) and the crew address Geisenborger.

Lyria: You weren't making us fight in order to put a stop to the primal beast's plans, were you, Geisenborger?

Lyria: Maybe that was part of fulfilling your mission as an Evoker, but things are different now.

Lyria: You really want us to release the restraints placed on you by the primal beast.

Geisenborger: Silence, girl!

Lyria: !

Geisenborger: Your sympathy is lost on me. I am Chariot. Do you dare make light of the life I've lived?

Lyria: Of course not, I just—

Geisenborger: Rgh... In that case, I will shatter the chains of this insufferable bondage myself!

Geisenborger: Graaaaaah!

Everything changes in an instant.

The red stone hanging around Geisenborger's neck unleashes a light that quickly envelops his entire body.

He enters a trance-like state as an immense power fills him from within.

Vyrn: Watch it, (Captain)! The sensation I'm feeling right now says we're in for some serious trouble!

Lyria: This isn't good. This presence is even greater than the one I felt from the card.

The Star: Bwahahaha.... Thy prayers... fill me with power! More... More!

Vyrn: This is one of the Arcarum!

Vyrn: So this is what Wrench meant by the eleven primal beasts!

Lyria: Watch out, (Captain)! Here it comes!

The Arcarum that held Geisenborger captive appears at last.

The Truth of Battle: Scene 2

After besting The Star, Geisenborger's physical sensation is restored. Though this comes with all the pain he's been able to shrug off for so long, Geisenborger is overjoyed. He raises a cry of triumph and scatters off into the war-torn battlefield. The crew stares in awe, still unaware of the mysterious light and voice coming from the card.

The crew has emerged victorious against the Arcarum and rushes to Geisenborger's side.

He lies motionless on the ground, as if the invisible bonds connecting him to the now vanished primal beast have been severed.

Lyria: Geisenborger, are you all right?

Vyrn: Hang in there, Wrench!

Geisenborger slowly rises and holds up his hands towards Lyria and the crew as if to keep them away.

Geisenborger: I told you... I don't need your pity. These trifling wounds are nothing to... Hrgh!

The power that long bound Geisenborger to the Arcarum fades.

With the loss of that power, pain floods back into his body like a tidal wave.

Geisenborger: Rgh... Gaaaah!

Lyria: Geisenborger!

Vyrn: If you don't want pity, fine, but you've gotta pull yourself together, Wrench Armstrong!

Geisenborger: Stay away! Who do you think I am?

Geisenborger: I am... I am Geisenborger. I am a chariot raging across all the sky!

Geisenborger: Behold my left arm's impregnable armor...

Geisenborger: Remove this bolt securing it to my body... and only immovable flesh remains.

Geisenborger: Without steel to give it form, what's left can barely be considered an arm at all!

Geisenborger: What fills me now is pain... Such pain...

Geisenborger: Ah, how I've longed for this sensation... To experience this once again... is a supreme honor!

Geisenborger: I have returned!

Geisenborger: More... More... Try and hurt me more!

Geisenborger: Bring me paaiiin!

With a cry, Geisenborger rushes madly towards the battlefield.

Lyria: Wait, no! You're in no condition to fight!

(Captain) and the crew desperately shout in an attempt to stop his charge.

But whether he can hear his allies or not, Geisenborger refuses to slow down.

Their voices fade away as his great, wounded form is swallowed by a cloud of dust from the battlefield.

Everyone realizes that this is the end, but no one dares to say as much.

An unspeakable emptiness comes over the crew. All they can do is watch over the madness of the battlefield.

The Star: Pray to me...

The Star: Your prayers bring me radiance...

The Star: I demand more light... Brilliance enough to burn the world to ash.

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Dignity of Warrior & Star

Geisenborger, apparently still alive, suddenly appears before (Captain) and company. He tries to shred the card in the crew's possession, but when (Captain) tries to hold him off, The Star appears and entreats Geisenborger for a renewal of their pact. With a little convincing, Geisenborger accepts and then joins the crew.

Freed from the restraints of the primal beast, Geisenborger regains the sensation of pain!

Geisenborger: Ah, how I've longed for this sensation... To experience this once again... is a supreme honor!

Geisenborger: I have returned!

Geisenborger: More... More... Try and hurt me more!

Geisenborger: Bring me paaiiin!

(Captain) and company stand dumbfounded at the sight of Geisenborger being engulfed by the tumult of war, a masochistic grin streaking across his face.

By the time the thick clouds of dust finally settle...

The crew find themselves aboard the Grandcypher.

They look down to find a card covered in sand.

(Captain) picks it up to find the soot that covered the illustration earlier no longer present. It's a card depicting The Star, surrounded by a brilliant arrangement of celestial bodies.

However, the card has lost its glow and Geisenborger is nowhere to be found.

It isn't until the passing of a few seasons that the war-loving Draph is seen again.

Lyria: That's a lot of them!

Vyrn: Darn it! They're after our cargo!

The crew has taken on an assignment to deliver supplies to a nation in the midst of a war.

A swarm of monsters has caught them off guard midflight.

Nuts! There's no end to 'em!

Eep!

Lyria!

Choose: Lyria!

(Captain) is not the only one to respond to Lyria's scream.

Grwaagh!

A massive silhouette descends upon them, bum-rushing the monster swarm.

Vyrn: What's going on here!

Geisenborger: Heh heh... After riding all the way here on a wyvern's back, I must say that was quite the welcome.

Vyrn: What the... It's Wrench Armstrong!

Lyria: Geisenborger, you're okay!

You had us worried.
Glad to see you're well.

Choose: You had us worried.
Choose: Glad to see you're well.

Vyrn: Thanks for the help. But what brings you here anyway?

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger simply takes a step toward (Captain) without answering.

Geisenborger: Show me the card I handed you before. At once.

Vyrn: Card? You mean...

Though confused, (Captain) produces the card of The Star.

Geisenborger wastes no time in snatching it.

Geisenborger: So I see the drawing has revealed itself...

Vyrn: What's the meaning of this!

Paying no heed to the crew's apprehensions, Geisenborger prepares to rip the card to shreds.

Geisenborger: Haaagh!

(Captain) snatches the card back before any damage can be done.

Vyrn: Whew! Talk about a close call!

Geisenborger: Haha... Your skill never fails to impress.

Geisenborger: Young you may be, but you are as battle-hardened as any seasoned warrior.

Vyrn: How about you tell us what's going on already? Why would you try to tear the thing to shreds?

Geisenborger lets out a sigh and begins to describe the events that transpired after they last parted.

Geisenborger: I sought one battlefield after another.

Geisenborger: In every war zone I dropped myself into, I made no distinction between friend or foe and merely relished the fight for what it was.

Geisenborger: After all, it had been far too long since I had last felt such a sensation. Every day was a fulfilling one.

Geisenborger: It was in those days that a voice suddenly called out to me.

Vyrn: What voice?

Geisenborger: It belonged to none other than that wretched star.

Lyria: You mean...

Geisenborger bursts into laughter upon seeing Lyria focus on the card.

Geisenborger: Your instincts are as sharp as ever, girl. Indeed, my pact with that blight never ended!

Geisenborger: Knowing the stars twinkled over my head made every drop of blood in my body boil like a burning kettle!

Geisenborger: It was time to free myself of these insufferable chains once and for all!

Lyria: So that's why you came to us, seeing as we have the card...

Geisenborger: Correct. The anguish I feel is proof of its very existence!

Geisenborger: The silence has been broken... Show yourself, starbeast!

The card shimmers with great luminosity.

The Star: Thy prayer... makes the stars shimmer...

Vyrn: What the... You're alive?

The Star: It has been a while... Valiant Chariot.

Geisenborger: Hah! I've no words for a reunion with the likes of you!

Geisenborger: You must pay for all I've had to endure!

The moment Geisenborger takes a step forward, The Star raises its hands.

The Star: ...!

Geisenborger: Rgh!

Geisenborger loses balance and collapses on the deck.

Geisenborger: Why, you!

Geisenborger: You rob me of the sensation in my legs, hoping to see me crawl?

Geisenborger: How far must you go to defile my dignity as the Chariot!

The Star: I must... expound... the truth... of the world...

Geisenborger: Like I give a hoot!

Geisenborger: I'm going to crush you so hard, you'll never emit the faintest bit of light ever again!

Lyria: W-wait! Shouldn't we at least see what he has to say?

Vyrn: That's right! We might be taking a risk, but let's not be too hasty!

(Captain), being in full agreement, stands between Geisenborger and The Star.

Geisenborger: Out of my way! That cretin can never be forgiven no the matter the cause!

Vyrn: Geez, cool it already, Wrench! He only did that to your legs 'cuz you can hardly stay still!

Lyria: Yeah! I don't feel any malice behind The Star's actions!

Geisenborger: Ngh!

Geisenborger finally regains a sense of calm.

Geisenborger: That naivete will be the undoing of you kids someday.

The Star: Brave, young warriors... I thank you...

The Star begins to speak about itself.

As Geisenborger mentioned, The Star is but one of the eleven primal beasts who was tasked with creating a new world.

It was The World who created the other primal beasts known as the Arcarum.

The Star: The World... It bears the name of the cosmos... Perhaps you have a memory of it...

Vyrn: Wait a minute. You mean that thing from the picture in Amalthea was The World?

Lyria: He said something about destroying the world to create it anew for themselves!

The Star: Correct... That is The World's wish...

The Star explains that he cannot defy The World's orders.

The Star: We once perished... during the War...

The Star: It was The World... who reconstructed our cores.

Vyrn: What, so you're just another lackey for him?

The Star: No...

The Star: The situation changed... when thou brought me harm...

The Star: My pact with the Chariot has weakened... So has The World's hold over me...

The Star explains that it can free itself of The World's clutches by reinvoking its pact with Geisenborger,

Lyria: So that's why you called out to him...

The Star: Correct... Now is the time to restore my dignity...

The Star: Chariot... Stand with me... so that we may together overthrow The W—

Geisenborger: You fool!

The Star: ...!

Geisenborger manages to graze The Star's nose with a rising uppercut before the momentum causes him to plunge his fist against the floor of the deck.

Geisenborger: Don't you dare take my silence for compliance!

Bursting with anger, he finally musters the strength to stand on both legs.

Lyria: Huh? I thought you couldn't feel your legs...

Geisenborger: Humph, I'm not much of a chariot if I simply lie like a sleeping dog!

Geisenborger: Listen well, starbeast! I'll show you what is meant by the dignity of a true warrior!

Geisenborger: The innumerable hardships that accompany a march to battle... The immeasurable pain suffered on the battlefield... The triumphant exaltation earned from burying the enemy...

Geisenborger: The lingering bitterness from every loss... The sweet wines procured from every victory...

Geisenborger: When emotions drive the body to act, when the stench of death makes one feel alive, when pain turns to pleasure!

Geisenborger: Dignity is when you've fought and lived through countless battlefields and experienced all of this as I have!

Geisenborger: Which is why it falls to me to end our pact and become a true warrior!

Vyrn: But if we don't help take down The World, the sky as we know it is gonna be done for!

Geisenborger: What happens to the sky is none of my concern! I live solely for myself!

Geisenborger: Politics, principles, and what have you! Please, feed that to the policy-making dogs!

(Captain) and company find themselves speechless before the maddened Geisenborger.

Geisenborger: I'll bury you right this moment! Or do you have something to say for yourself?

The Star: The stars... accept your words... as prayer...

A brilliant light overtakes the surroundings.

Vyrn: What the... It's that battlefield again!

The crew once more find themselves in the midst of the War.

Only this time, the battle cries and death throes they heard before are replaced by mountains of corpses in the dead of night.

Geisenborger: What are you plotting, starbeast!

???: Oh, glorious stars of the heavens...

(Captain) and company look to the pleading voice to find what appears to be a primal beast on the verge of death.

???: Let us revel together... in glory once more...

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger: Stars, blazing across the heavens... Listen to my ode to thee... See me returned gloriously to my kingdom...

Geisenborger: (This is no different from how it was with me...)

???: Bright asterisms above... Hear my prayer...

Both Geisenborger and (Captain) turn their attention to the night skies.

The stars gradually fill with light, illuminating the battlefield below.

The luminosity grows in intensity.

Lyria: What was that!

The Star: That was a memory from my core... in a past life...

The Star: The World granted my wish that day... And thus I became The Star...

The Star: I lost my shine... And became a puppet for him...

Geisenborger: Was forging a pact with me part of The World's plan as well?

The Star: At the time... I had little recourse...

The Star: But now... is the time to rise up...

The Star: Chariot... Let us take on The World together...

Geisenborger: Heh heh... Don't make me laugh.

Geisenborger: You would have us join hands on what you purport to be a common enemy?

Geisenborger: Preposterous!

Geisenborger: But I have need of neither passenger nor comrade. I will ride into battle as a lone chariot and dominate the battlefield!

Geisenborger: Be it the stars or The World, I have no fear!

Geisenborger: Be gone with you, starbeast! You have no place here if you cannot fight your own wars!

Geisenborger raises a fist to The Star.

But (Captain) intercepts and parries the blow.

You really think you can fight alone?

Choose: You really think you can fight alone?

Geisenborger: Come again?

Lyria: No matter how strong you are, going at it alone is reckless! You're no exception, Geisenborger!

Vyrn: What she said! That World guy doesn't seem like a joke either...

(Captain), too, speaks up.

Come with us.

Choose: Come with us.

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger: Heh heh, fine.

Geisenborger: I do owe you one after all. I suppose I'll follow you for the time being.

The Grandcypher has flown past the sea of clouds, and islands are now visible from the deck.

With Geisenborger in tow, the crew stops by the city they've come to deliver supplies to.

They lug the shipment of goods to the center of town and call it a day.

Geisenborger: Is that all? What did you intend to accomplish by doing this?

Vyrn: Hey, check it out! Those are some crazy crowds over there!

Vyrn: Looks like a victory parade to welcome back troops who just scored a major win!

Rows of soldiers march to the tune of triumphant music.

The streets are lined with overjoyed throngs of people waiting to congratulate a returning platoon on a job well done.

Man 1: You did it!

Woman 1: Keep up the good work!

Geisenborger: This is by no means an end to their war. The populace is much too carefree.

Celebratory cheers and compliments are heard from every direction.

Soldier 1: I'm back! I'm so glad to be home!

Girl: Papa! Welcome back!

Woman 2: Oh, how I missed you so!

Soldier 2: Whoo! Are we having a feast tonight or what? Come with me and I'll tell you all about my heroics!

Shopkeep: I like the sound o' that! Why not have it at my shop? I won't charge you a single rupie!

Boy: Mister, I'd like to listen in too!

Husband: Whew! That was a mighty fine swig!

Wife: Sigh... You just never know when to keep your drinking habits in check, dear...

Wife: But we can make an exception today!

The rapturous gaieties around Geisenborger manage to twist the corner of his mouth into a grin.

Geisenborger: Humph, they celebrate as if they fought and bled in the battle themselves...

Vyrn: Well, it's kinda like they're together in heart, you know. I mean, some of them even mentioned having to ration to provide more supplies for the army.

Geisenborger: Heh, it makes no sense to me.

Geisenborger: Soldiers are soldiers. Why would they want to wallow in their success with the common populace...

Lyria: Were you a soldier too, Geisenborger?

Lyria: Weren't there times when you won a battle and shared the joy of that victory with everyone?

Geisenborger: Heh heh... Not once did that ever happen.

Geisenborger: Though I had thought of it, of course—

An all-too-familiar scene plays out in Geisenborger's head.

A nighttime desert, the stench of blood and guts, a starry sky, his body tattered and broken...

Geisenborger: I was a man who held no faith in a higher power—who had lived his life through brute force alone. But now I found myself in tearful prayer.

Geisenborger: Stars, blazing across the heavens... Listen to my ode to thee... See me returned gloriously to my kingdom...

Geisenborger: (Humph, the memory alone makes me nauseous!)

Geisenborger: (But then... At the time...)

Geisenborger: (Why did I wish to return to my false comrades in the kingdom, even after they had forsaken me?)

Because no one can fight alone.

Choose: Because no one can fight alone.

Geisenborger: Huh?

Vyrn: I don't really get the sensations of war that you brought up earlier...

Vyrn: But there's something else we can tell you!

Geisenborger: Hm... Let's hear it.

Lyria: Fighting alongside friends not only lets you share the pain, but there are so many great things can come from it!

Lyria: Right, (Captain)?

(Captain) offers an emphatic nod.

Geisenborger: Humph... You can drink alone, or you can drink with a motley crew—but wine is still wine! The taste does not change!

Geisenborger: Only when a warrior is able to stand alone on the battlefield does his true worth shine!

Vyrn: Well, look what happened to you...

Geisenborger: ...!

Vyrn: Wrench Armstrong, it's okay to be true to what you really feel deep down, you know?

Geisenborger: (Drat!)

Geisenborger: (What is it that I truly think?)

Geisenborger turns to the rejoicing crowds, desperately searching for his answer.

His ears perk up at every word being spoken.

Geisenborger: (Ngh... Why! Why do the soldiers and populace act as they do...)

Geisenborger: (Why do they commend their victory with the selfsame geniality?)

Geisenborger ponders to himself while walking along the crowded streets.

Even as the crew comes to the end of the road, Geisenborger remains silent.

The Star makes another appearance.

The Star: Valiant Chariot... I must ask again...

The Star: Join me... in fighting The World...

Geisenborger: Enough!

Geisenborger: I do not seek the guidance of the stars... I'll bury you and The World with my own two hands!

The Star: The stars always side... with the supplicant...

The Star: My wish... and your prayer... are drawn to each other...

The Star: Making us essentially one...

Geisenborger: I'm not one for some wretched beast's delirious ramblings.

Geisenborger: But I'll entertain you.

Geisenborger places his left hand on his right elbow...

And twists his shoulder joint backward.

Vyrn: Hey, why'd you go and do that for?

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger: Does that hurt, starbeast? Because it should if we're "one," as you say.

The Star: All pain... is yours alone... I feel nothing...

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: Pff... Gwahahaha!

Vyrn: Umm... I don't get what's so funny...

Geisenborger: I've changed my mind. I'll renew the pact.

Lyria: Huh? Just like that?

Geisenborger: Heh heh, the starbeast is going to merge with my body.

Geisenborger: Meaning my strength will continue to be my own.

Vyrn: Erm, I don't really see how that works, but as long as you're cool with it...

Geisenborger: But don't let this get to your head, starbeast.

Geisenborger: Never forget that our pact is solely for the purpose of defeating The World.

The Star: As you wish... Your prayer... is my prayer... Your wish... is of course my command.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, just as I thought.

Geisenborger: Well then, youngsters... Till we meet again.

The crew stops Geisenborger before he can walk off.

Vyrn: Wait up, Wrench Armstrong! We'll do what we can to help you take down The World too!

Geisenborger: Quite the persistent bunch, aren't you? Have I not made it clear that I have no need of comrades?

We're not gonna let you go out there alone!

Choose: We're not gonna let you go out there alone!

(Captain) speaks boldly, looking straight into Geisenborger's eyes.

Geisenborger: Heh heh, that twinkle in your eyes always did remind me of the stars...

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger suddenly pictures himself raising a toast with (Captain) and crew.

Basking in the glory of a hard-fought victory, his expression is one of great satisfaction.

It is all too similar to the people of the city shouting cries of jubilation.

Geisenborger: (Heh, was that the starbeast playing tricks on me?)

Geisenborger: (Or was it myself?)

Lyria: We should treat your right arm first! Let's head back to the ship!

Vyrn: Geez, you need to learn to take it easy!

Geisenborger: Tis but a scratch. Nothing a pat on the back can't fix—

Vyrn: There's no way a pat on the back's gonna fix a dislocated shoulder! Let's go already!

(Captain) and company prod Geisenborger all the way back to the Grandcypher.

Along the way, he mutters something to himself.

Geisenborger: I have no intention of becoming your comrade, but having a base of operations will be useful...

(Captain)'s face breaks into a grin at the statement.

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Pursuit of Valor

As (Captain) and company prepare to face off against the Inchoate World, he deactivates all the Arcarum primals, then forces the replicated world to converge on him. Geisenborger and The Star fail to escape with the rest of the crew.

After overcoming numerous trials, (Captain) and company finally reach the Inchoate World.

The being that appears before them exudes a far more menacing aura than the previous time the crew confronted him.

Lecia: That's... the Inchoate World? Why does he look so different from...

Inchoate World: Your resolve has brought you far, foreign elements of the new world.

Inchoate World: And foolish Evokers and Arcarum who dare rebel against your god.

The overpowering air about the Inchoate World almost seems to take physical form.

While most in the crew flinch in response, Geisenborger steps forward with a bold and fearless grin.

Geisenborger: Bwahaha... The time for your downfall has come at last, World!

Geisenborger: I, along with the starbeast that has merged with me, have long yearned for this battlefield!

The Star: Thy wish is my prayer...

The Star: As the Chariot's right arm, I shall vanquish The World...

Inchoate World: How pitiful. The lowly beast has strayed far from the objective of its sublime maker.

Inchoate World: I will show you firsthand the difference in power between creator and created.

Inchoate World: As creator, I hereby issue a decree to the Arcarum.

Inchoate World: You shall all be disposed of. Never will you get in my way again.

The Star: ...

Geisenborger: What's wrong, Polestar? Has he done something to you?

The Star: ...

Geisenborger: What happened to your shine? It is usually insufferably bright...

The Star: ...

Geisenborger: If you're a part of my body, then answer me!

Inchoate World: Do not expect it to answer. For I have cast out the Arcarum.

Inchoate World: It can no longer move and will lose shape soon enough.

Vyrn: Wh-what's that supposed to mean!

Vyrn: What exactly did ya do!

Inchoate World: I merely discarded my creation—nothing more, nothing less. It was but a thrall before its creator.

Inchoate World: I was the one who manufactured the Arcarum out of primal beast cores that saw their end during the time of the War.

Inchoate World: It may have developed a sense of self and betrayed me, but it is by my hand that it was given life.

Inchoate World: Never underestimate your maker. The Arcarum lack the means to resist my commands.

Inchoate World: From the very outset, each of their fates rested within the palms of my hands.

Lyria: But then, that means we...

Inchoate World: Yes. All the time you've spent, bonds you've forged—it was all for naught.

Geisenborger: ...

Inchoate World: How woefully frail... You are a shame to your reputation as the Raging Chariot.

Inchoate World: What's more, I can sense your emotion when speaking of The Star. Have you not learned by now that sentimentality on the battlefield only serves to enervate you?

Inchoate World: Pathetic. I cannot bear to watch you any longer.

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: Hehe...

Geisenborger: Hahaha... Mwahahaha!

Inchoate World: It appears I've struck a nerve. Have you become so petty-minded that you can no longer own up to your failures?

Geisenborger: No... I laugh at your absurdity.

Geisenborger: The Star is essentially my own flesh and blood... Thus I am experiencing the physical sensation of having my right arm severed.

Geisenborger: But it matters not...

Inchoate World: ...!

Geisenborger: I am the Raging Chariot! A severed arm alone will not stop me!

Geisenborger: And the starbeast was no doubt equally prepared for this...

Geisenborger: Nevertheless, I still have what it takes to make a trophy of your head!

Inchoate World: Your false bravado is painful to watch. Do not think your empty threats will deter me in any way.

Though Geisenborger is as defiant as ever, the Inchoate World remains unfazed.

Inchoate World: Well, I suppose you're not entirely without merit. The data you've gathered has proven to be especially valuable.

Inchoate World: I'll make sure that none of it goes to waste.

Inchoate World: Be glad that your efforts will form a cornerstone of the new world long after you have been wiped out.

The replicated world trembles violently as he utters those words.

The fabric of reality twists and bends as the world around them begins dissipating into palish particles that converge on the Inchoate World.

Vyrn: What the—

That's our cue to run!

Choose: That's our cue to run!

Lyria: R-right!

Monika: Lecia, give the order to withdraw!

Lecia: On it!

Geisenborger: You wish to uproot the battlefield itself?

Geisenborger: Very well then! Have it your way, spineless coward with a name too great for your britches!

Geisenborger is the only one among the crew who continues to stand firm, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Lyria: It's dangerous to stay here, Geisenborger!

Vyrn: Time to bail, Wrench Armstrong!

Geisenborger: Hah... Where do you expect to find a battlefield that isn't fraught with danger?

As the spherical world trembles violently, Geisenborger casts his gaze at the fallen Star.

The Star: ...

Geisenborger: It is time, Polestar. Show me your resolve.

Geisenborger!

Choose: Geisenborger!

Despite (Captain)'s attempts to pull the Draph out, he marches on toward the center of the collapse.

Soon after, the bodies of both Evoker and primal transform into particles that meld with the Inchoate World.

Lyria: Oh no! Geisenborger!

Vyrn: Crud! We gotta get them back somehow!

Monika: What are you doing, (Captain)! We need to get away!

No way am I leaving them behind!

Choose: No way am I leaving them behind!

Monika: Sorry, (Captain).

Feeling a powerful impact from behind...

(Captain) slumps to the ground.

Monika: Hate me if you want, but I can't afford to lose you too.

Moments before losing consciousness...

The captain is able to make out Monika's apology.

Contending with some dizziness, (Captain) slowly gets up from bed.

Lyria: Thank goodness you're finally awake!

Vyrn: You sure had us worried, (Captain).

The captain is relieved to hear the voices of trusted companions.

Monika: This is our frontline base.

Monika: I knocked you out cold earlier and had you brought here.

Now understanding what had happened, (Captain)'s expression is one of shock.

Lecia: Um... (Captain). Please don't hold a grudge against Monika.

Lecia: She was only trying to save you.

A pained expression overtakes the captain's face.

What happened afterward?

Choose: What happened afterward?

Monika: (Captain)... Follow me.

Monika: It's faster if I show you directly.

Having come outside, the crew looks above to find a giant sphere the size of a floating island.

Monika: That showed up all of a sudden after we escaped from the replicated world.

Monika: According to the survey team's report, there's an entire world nestled within the sphere. A world never seen before.

Monika: And the sphere has been getting larger over time.

Monika: It doesn't show signs of stopping either, which means it'll only be a matter of time before...

All turn pale as they imagine the worst possible outcome.

Lyria: I can sense the Inchoate World's presence from that sphere.

Vyrn: So you're sayin' that thing's basically the Inchoate World?

Geisenborger must be in there...

Choose: Geisenborger must be in there...

Monika: Our world will be swallowed up by that thing sooner or later if we don't do something about it.

Monika: The situation's dire, but that's no reason to curl up and wait for death.

Monika: I realize you're probably still mad at me, but (Captain)... Won't you lend us your strength?

Like you even need to ask!

Choose: Like you even need to ask!

Lyria: I'll do what I can too! Geisenborger needs our help!

Vyrn: Definitely. Wrench Armstrong gets so caught up in the battle that he loses sight of himself sometimes...

(Captain) recalls the time Geisenborger first set foot on the ship.

Immediately after the Chariot had decided to accept The Star's power in order to defeat The World...

The crew stopped him before he could set off for battle alone again.

Geisenborger: Quite the persistent bunch, aren't you? Have I not made it clear that I have no need of comrades?

We're not gonna let you go out there alone!

Choose: We're not gonna let you go out there alone!

Emotions heightened by (Captain)'s words, Geisenborger mutters something to himself.

Geisenborger: I have no intention of becoming your comrade, but having a base of operations will be useful...

Vyrn: Let's bring him back to the "base" before it's too late!

Monika: Thank you. We're indebted to you, (Captain).

They look up to the sphere once more.

Their resolve to save their dear friends burns bright.

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 2

Geisenborger finds himself on a battlefield that loops itself in perpetuity. It turns out to be a ploy—albeit an ineffective one—by The World to rob the Evoker of his will to fight. The Star eventually breaks free, draining some of The World's power in the process, and launches a counterattack with Geisenborger.

Geisenborger: ...!
Where am I...

Geisenborger finds himself standing in the middle of a battlefield with a sword in hand.

Soldier: Uryaaaah!

Geisenborger: Hrah!

Geisenborger: A blood-drenched war zone between armies...

Geisenborger: I know naught of The World's intentions, but I would not be much of a Chariot if I did not embrace this opportunity!

Geisenborger: Ararararaaaah!

With a thunderous roar, Geisenborger throws himself into the skirmish.

He tramples the battlefield, effortlessly mowing down entire waves of soldiers from both sides.

Geisenborger: Humph! This is child's play!

Geisenborger: Hm?

Geisenborger: An endless army against the peerless Chariot?

Geisenborger: How shrewd... How shrewd, how shrewd, how shrewd!

The battle has continued for a full seven days without pause.

However...

Geisenborger: Urk!

Geisenborger: Impossible... Bested... by common soldiers?

Geisenborger: (My body fails me as my organs rupture, my blood pouring out while my flesh is rent asunder...)

Geisenborger: (Yes! This is the pain of the battlefield that I've long yearned for—)

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger finds himself standing in the middle of a battlefield with a sword in hand.

Geisenborger: Wha... How am I still alive?

Soldier: Uryaaaah!

Geisenborger: Hrah!

Geisenborger: The same soldiers... The same battlefield...

Geisenborger casts a rueful gaze at the cloudy skies above.

Geisenborger: A war that lasts indefinitely... This must be your doing, World!

Geisenborger: You seek to tire me out so that I lose the will to resist you!

There is no response. Geisenborger looks to the clashing soldiers before him.

Geisenborger: I could not be happier!

The Evoker opens his eyes wide, a grin fit to burst plastered on his face.

Geisenborger: I lasted seven days before... And now I'm going to survive for twenty!

Geisenborger: Heheh! Bwahahaha!

The master of this space, observing in silence, turns a cold eye at the situation.

Inchoate World: It's no wonder they call you the Mad Ravager, Deathwish Geisenborger...

Inchoate World: Nonetheless, your conclusion never changes in each run.

Inchoate World: Your dismal destiny rests within my palms. Struggle as you might, you are nothing more than a wharf rat on a wheel.

Inchoate World: An exercise in eternal futility, mired in crushing defeat. Fated to repeat this endless cycle, the ennui of mindless repetition will eventually break you.

Inchoate World: Given enough time, you will be longing for reprieve from the battlefield. Your one calling card will lose all meaning.

A year has gone by.

Geisenborger: Raah!
Hraaaaaaargh!

Soldiers: ...

Geisenborger: Urk!

Geisenborger: Guh... I'll last... longer... next time...

Defeated, slaughtered, resurrected on the battlefield—rinse and repeat.

Geisenborger repeats the process for hundreds of years. Around the three-year mark...

Geisenborger: Yaaaargh!

Inchoate World: You fool. Do you not see that your efforts bear no fruit?

Inchoate World: It's been three years in your perception of time... You've fought tirelessly without food, drink, or rest...

Inchoate World: But I see you are approaching your limits.

Geisenborger: Ngh...

Geisenborger: Huff... Huff...

Geisenborger: (I've tasted the humiliation of defeat hundreds of times by now...)

Geisenborger: (The young soldiers in their wild frenzy surround and repeatedly stab me with their swords once I am no longer able to move...)

Geisenborger: (The sensation of pain wracking my body as my flesh is sent flying in every direction...)

Geisenborger: (The blood and dirt in my mouth preventing me from uttering any last words...)

Geisenborger: (Is this the taste of defeat? If I am to die again anyhow...)

The light slowly fades away from Geisenborger's eyes.

Inchoate World: About time... Learn to submit, and become the hopeless reprobate you were meant to be.

Geisenborger: I must savor every last drop of bitter defeat that comes my way!

Inchoate World: ...!

Geisenborger: Come forward and stab me to your hearts' content, soldiers!

Inchoate World: You don't know when to give up... You're really prepared to fight for an eternity, aren't you...

Geisenborger: Compared to the time I was bereft of all sensation and could not feel anything...

Geisenborger: The bitter sweetness of defeat couldn't be more enticing!

Inchoate World: ...

Inchoate World: How unexpected... Is this man truly a mortal?

The Star: I would expect no less from the Chariot.

Inchoate World: ...!

Inchoate World: ...
I recall disposing of you.

The Star: I bided my time, waiting for thou—the master of this "world"—to show weakness.

Inchoate World: So you took advantage of that single moment, I see. But no matter; I can simply dispose of you again.

The Star: Water leaking from a vase doth not easily return to the container.

The Star: Thy rule hast already concluded.

The Star: Shatter!

The Star swings his fists, causing a whirlpool to form out of thin air.

Inchoate World: What in the...

Geisenborger: Heheh... You made me wait hundreds of years to see you again when you were right there all along, eh, World...

Inchoate World: You can see me... Has the beast taken your power?

Geisenborger: As I've mentioned before, the polestar is a part of my body.

Geisenborger: Maintaining my ego over the course of centuries was easy enough as long as I continued to fight.

The Star: Indeed.

Inchoate World: You persisted for all that time simply to see me shaken?

Geisenborger: Your underhanded tactics turned out to be a blessing in disguise for me, World.

Geisenborger: Every sensation felt on the battlefield—including all that accompanies defeat and death—is nothing but the most supreme pleasure to me.

Inchoate World: Urk!

The Star: Now, Chariot... Let us destroy The World in unison.

Geisenborger: Don't get ahead of yourself, Polestar. Remember that you're little more than my arm.

The Star: Yes, that is fine.

The Inchoate World recoils in surprise as Evoker and primal stand side by side.

Geisenborger: I do not tire of battle, but this scenery has long grown dreary.

Geisenborger: Chances are the young skyfarer awaits my return anyhow.

The Star: If it is (Captain) thou alludest to, I must concur.

Geisenborger: Humph. It's time we destroyed this false dimension and returned to reality.

Geisenborger: That airship is my base of operations after all!

Inchoate World: What's that light...

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 3

Having absorbed some of the Inchoate World's power, Geisenborger finds himself covered in his old suit of armor. The World, finding that his plans are at risk, ejects the Evoker and primal outside the spherical world, where they reunite with the crew aboard the Grandcypher.

Geisenborger: Ah! How nostalgic this armor is!

Inchoate World: What's with the new look? What did you do?

The Star: The World did delve deep into the Chariot's psyche to form this dimension.

The Star: Breaking free hath allowed the Chariot to soak up some of that power.

Geisenborger: Oho... Means The World picked up on my desire to don this armor again.

Inchoate World: You, my measly creation, used my power to approach the realm of your god?

Geisenborger: Mwahaha, what a sad little "world" you are, to be cornered by your own power!

Inchoate World: Oh, I am far from cornered. Surely through your eternity of defeat, you've noticed the vast difference in might between us.

Inchoate World: The likes of you could never put a dent in me!

Geisenborger: Is that what you think?

Geisenborger: Let's try something.

In the next instant, Geisenborger smashes his fist into the ground.

A chunk of the ground is sent flying, causing a spatial distortion.

Geisenborger: Your move, Polestar!

The Star: Ready.

The Star: Crash!

Inchoate World: What is the meaning of this?

Geisenborger: Doesn't seem like our fists can reach you directly. Figured we'd wreck the battlefield instead!

Inchoate World: ...?

Geisenborger: Gaha, I can practically hear the dimension wailing in pain!

Geisenborger: Haah!

In a furious waltz, Geisenborger and The Star ravage the dimensional space of their surroundings.

Geisenborger: Hehe... Ahahahahaha!

Geisenborger: This armor imbues me with the mad rage I once displayed on the battlefield!

Geisenborger: I destroy before I am destroyed! I kill before I am killed! I wreck every obstacle in my path!

Inchoate World: Your foolishness knows no bounds! Destroy this space, and you'll end up hurting yourselves as well—

Geisenborger: Hahah! Don't tell me you've forgotten my moniker—one that struck fear in the hearts of people.

Inchoate World: ...!

Inchoate World: Deathwish... Geisenborger...

Geisenborger: Who's the fool now, you witless "world"!

Inchoate World: Tsk! I've underestimated the Chariot!

Inchoate World: But no matter... I'll exterminate you lot from here.

The Inchoate World manifests a schism beneath the ground that Geisenborger and The Star stand on.

The pair are ejected out of this spherical world and plunged into the skies.

They rapidly fall upside down.

The Star: Chariot... We shall surely reach the depths at this rate...

Geisenborger!

Choose: Geisenborger!

As the captain's voice rings out, the shadow of the Grandcypher comes into view below.

The Grandcypher safely catches the two mid-fall.

Geisenborger: Hahaha! To think I'd end up in the base again.

Vyrn: This is no laughin' matter! You got any idea how worried we were?

Lyria: Yeah, exactly! So, um, have you been okay?

Geisenborger: I'm still in one piece as you can see. I even scored a suit of armor—

Geisenborger: Wait... Where did my armor go?

Vyrn: What armor? That's your usual garb you've got on.

Geisenborger: I survived through countless bloodbaths in that armor! It is my pride and joy! Where did it go?

Calm down!

Choose: Calm down!

Geisenborger: Ah!

Geisenborger: Forgive me... I lost my calm.

Lyria: ...

The Star: The Chariot's armor of choice seemeth to manifest only within the spherical world...

Geisenborger: I see...

Finally having a chance to relax, the Evoker and primal describe the events that had transpired within the sphere.

The crew, seeing the sphere expanding above them, explains that the Sky Realm is in danger as well.

Lyria: It's been getting bigger and bigger even after you two got out...

Geisenborger: I understand the situation... It's time to go.

Vyrn: Hey, wait a sec! Go where?

Geisenborger: Is it not obvious? We must infiltrate the sphere once more and crush The World into oblivion.

Lyria: B-but Monika suggested we stay away because it's dangerous...

Geisenborger: The polestar and I can handle it. Because we've absorbed some of that wretch's power, we can interfere with the sphere.

Geisenborger puts on a fearless grin and turns his back to the crew.

Not intent on letting him go alone, (Captain) makes to reach out—

Geisenborger: Hope you guys don't mind coming along.

...!

Choose: ...!

However, Geisenborger turns around first and extends a hand.

Geisenborger: We should be able to expand the area of interference just enough for the lot of us to enter.

Vyrn: Am I dreamin'? Did Wrench Armstrong actually just ask for our help?

Lyria: Ahaha... I'm a bit surprised myself.

Geisenborger: Come now... I realize it's unlike me, but must you act so startled?

Vyrn: 'Course you made our jaws drop, Armstrong! You're always chargin' into the battlefield alone!

Geisenborger: That's because you lot are as persistent as a swarm of flies...

Geisenborger: I charged ahead in the earlier battle because I did not wish to involve you in a personal matter.

Geisenborger: It was not until later that I realized I may have caused you unnecessary worry...

The Star: Yes... I could sense thy concern in my bones, Chariot—

Geisenborger: S-silence, starbeast!

The Draph abashedly turns away from (Captain) and brushes his nose.

Geisenborger: Let us make haste, youngsters! Make sure you do not get in my way!

Flashing a wry grin, (Captain) takes Geisenborger's hand.

Determined to defeat The World once and for all, the crew sets out on another trip to the sphere.

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 4

The crew reenters the sphere to stop the Inchoate World once and for all. He sees the appearance of the crew as a trial to be overcome before world creation can happen and awaits their arrival at the center of the sphere.

The crew steps inside the floating sphere to settle matters with the Inchoate World.

Vyrn: Whoa... What's with this place...

Lyria: The many different colors mixed together is making my eyes go round...

The wild color scheme is extremely unsettling, violently distorting the captain's perceptions.

Geisenborger: Polestar... I have no need of a shield. Use the power newly acquired from The World to keep the young ones safe.

The Star: But if something should befall thee...

Geisenborger: The concern is unwarranted. I'll be fine.

The Star: Very well...

Lyria: Ah! I feel much better!

Vyrn: Thanks a bunch, Wrench Armstrong!

Geisenborger: Glad to hear it! As for myself, simply donning this armor makes my blood boil with excitement!

Lyria: Speaking of... Is that the same suit of armor you mentioned earlier, Geisenborger?

Geisenborger: Yes... It kept me safe over many long years in my youth.

Geisenborger: It seems to manifest only while we are within the sphere.

Geisenborger: Mwahaha! Fuel for the Chariot will never run dry as long as my trusty armor is on me!

Vyrn: Uh... Wrench? You're lookin' kinda scary there...

Geisenborger: Perhaps I spoke out of turn. Let us bury The World before he has time to cook up another scheme.

Lyria: R-right... Let's hurry!

Bracing themselves for what may come, the crew proceed onward to the center of the multicolored world.

Inchoate World: You lot again.

Vyrn: Gwah! You got us good last time, and now we're gonna get payback!

Inchoate World: What more could you want from me? I have no more business with you. You nuisances are a waste of time—

Inchoate World: No, wait... I see how it is. Defeating your group is the final trial I must overcome before the new world comes to fruition.

Geisenborger: Humph... We care not what you think.

Inchoate World: A birth becomes that much more meaningful after successful completion of a trial. And a trial exists to be overcome...

Inchoate World: Very well then. I welcome you all to be the final sacrifices to mark the true completion of my task.

The Inchoate World seems to disappear, blending into his multicolored surroundings.

Geisenborger: Where did you run off to! Fight me, you coward!

Vyrn: Whoa... Let's take it down a notch, Armstrong! I'm pretty sure he's just waitin' ahead for us!

Geisenborger: But...

The Star: Calm thyself, Chariot. Do not mistake recklessness for valor.

Geisenborger: Bwahaha! What sort of warrior would I be if I did not thirst for battle while wearing this battle-hardened armor, friend!

Let's all take a deep breath.

Choose: Let's all take a deep breath.

Geisenborger: Ngh...

Geisenborger: I suppose bellyaching like an overgrown child would do us no favors...

Geisenborger: The armor makes it rather difficult for me to contain myself.

The Star: ...

The crew's march toward the center of the sphere continues.

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Beyond the Trial

The Inchoate World unleashes his full power to overcome the trial that is the crew. A final showdown ensues.

Inchoate World: You've come.

By tracking the aura of the Inchoate World, the crew finally reaches the center of this realm.

The Inchoate World looks down on the crew as he speaks, a hint of surprise in his breath.

Inchoate World: How strangely comforting... Though you obstacles in my path normally fill me with disgust...

Inchoate World: Seeing you as a trial meant to be overcome fills me with pride and joy.

Inchoate World: The face of fate changes depending on your interpretation. And my interpretation has led me to birth a new world.

Inchoate World: You are nothing but nuisances now—stepping stones on my path to world creation... That is how I define your fates.

Geisenborger: Humph, your end goals couldn't matter less to us. I only care to smash your face in and watch you wither in pain.

Inchoate World: To war is to follow the providence of life... I have no intention of eradicating war in my newly created world.

Geisenborger: Oh?

Inchoate World: If it is a battlefield you seek, then you should feel right at home in my new world.

Inchoate World: I'll set you up with every sort of scenario you could possibly want. Let your strength become the wheel that keeps the new world spinning.

Geisenborger: What insolence! You will make a mockery of this Chariot no longer!

Geisenborger: Any flimsy test bed of a war zone you come up with wouldn't even be worth trampling!

The Star: But hadst thou not enjoyed The World's battlefield earlier?

Geisenborger: I-I had no choice in that! Heck, I thought you were on my side!

Inchoate World: What a difficult Chariot to read. Despite your vehement display of anger, you still exhibit a touch of drollery.

Geisenborger: Humph... I won't deny it.

Geisenborger: Traveling with these youths while the polestar clings to me has changed me, for better or worse.

Inchoate World: It seems you are no longer the Chariot that yearns for nothing more than battle...

Inchoate World: The time has come to bury you all as wretched artifacts of the old world!

Fierce winds begin to blow around them, causing the various colors to converge on the Inchoate World.

As he is encased in what appears to be some sort of cocoon, Lyria audibly gasps.

Lyria: Watch out! The Inchoate World is getting stronger!

Inchoate World: You antiquated relics will become the cornerstone of the new world. For that is your fate; that is providence.

Inchoate World: You have no future beyond today. Your destinies end here. I shall wipe away your very souls from existence!

Beyond the Trial: Scene 2

The crew finally defeats the Inchoate World and returns to the Sky Realm. Unbeknownst to all, Geisenborger's old suit of armor is set to stir up the next series of events involving the Evoker.

Inchoate World: Rgh!

Inchoate World: Impossible! I should be the one who decides destiny!

Inchoate World: All trials succumb before me... Your defeat here was supposed to mark the celebration of the new world's creation...

Inchoate World: But yet... how is it that mortals of the old world have bested me!

Geisenborger: Polestar, let us end this infernal "world" in one final blow.

The Star: Ready...

Both: Haaaah!

The attack unleashed by the pair pierces through the Inchoate World.

Inchoate World: Gwaaah!

Inchoate World: Damn you... Damn you all! How could I lose...

Inchoate World: What of my new world!

His hands reach out, only to grasp at thin air. Cracks begin to form all over the Inchoate World's body.

Inchoate World: Guuuuh!

With a deafening roar, the Inchoate World lets out a flash of light followed by a harsh noise that stains the world white.

Geisenborger: This is... our base of operations...

Vyrn: What happened to us? The Inchoate World's...

Now that the white light has subsided, the crew find themselves collapsed on the Grandcypher's deck.

The ominous sphere is no longer in sight, replaced by pristine blue skies stretching in every direction.

The Star: I sense The World no longer... His presence hath vanished.

Geisenborger: Good...

Geisenborger looks up to the skies above.

Geisenborger: Polestar... Do you remember what the starry skies looked like the day you fell on the battlefield?

The Star: Of course... How could I ever forget...

Primal Beast: Oh, glorious stars of the heavens...

Primal Beast: Let us revel together... in glory once more...

The Star: Surely thou rememberest it clear as day too.

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: Stars, blazing across the heavens... Listen to my ode to thee... See me returned gloriously to my kingdom...

The Star: I am thou, thou art I... I understand thy reasoning.

Geisenborger: Okay... You see what I'm getting at, then?

Geisenborger: The strife is over. We can now raise a toast and revel in our newfound victory together.

The Star: That sounds good.

Vyrn: Did someone mention a toast? You can count us in!

Geisenborger: The toast I speak of is for those who shared a bond on that fateful day!

Don't be a fuddy-duddy!

Choose: Don't be a fuddy-duddy!

Geisenborger: Well, I suppose it's all right...

Lyria: Hooray! Let's get everything ready!

Geisenborger: Sigh...

Geisenborger shrugs his shoulders with a not-entirely-displeased grin.

Monika's Voice: Hey! Is everyone okay?

An echoing voice calls for the crew.

Turning to the voice reveals Monika and Lecia leaning over the deck railing of their approaching airship.

Vyrn: Guess those guys came to check things out now that the sphere's gone, huh.

Lyria: Mm-hm! We're all safe and sound!

Seeing (Captain) and company jovially wave their hands, Geisenborger lets out a sigh.

The Star: By the by... Thy armor remainest intact despite our departure from the spherical world.

Geisenborger: Yeah, it did, didn't it... No clue why though...

Geisenborger: Hahah! Perhaps this armor is meant to lead me to a battlefield of even greater bedlam than any I've ever experienced!

The Star: Geisenborger?

Geisenborger: Yes, Polestar?

The Star: ...

Geisenborger: Wait a second... Did you call me by name just now?

Geisenborger: Humph... When did you start acting all chummy like a man's best friend?

The crew has saved the Sky Realm by thwarting the Inchoate World's ambitions.

By besting this common enemy, the Evoker and primal feel as if their bond has reached a new stage.

Old Armor: ...

However, the dull shine of Geisenborger's old armor suggests something ominous still looms on the horizon.

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Reminiscence of Valor

Ever since defeating the Inchoate World, Geisenborger has been going off to various battlefields alone. When the crew expresses concern over his old suit of armor's influence on him, the Evoker explains his checkered past with it, shedding light on his inclination to war.

From the way he effortlessly trampled over entire legions of enemy troops, the wandering mercenary Geisenborger came to be known as the Chariot.

However, his tendency to single-handedly charge into enemy lines and bring harm to his own allies also earned him the moniker Deathwish Geisenborger.

Having been abandoned by his own army in the midst of a fierce battle one day, the Chariot prayed for the first time in his life in a desert.

Geisenborger: Stars, blazing across the heavens... Listen to my ode to thee... See me returned gloriously to my kingdom...

The Star: Thy prayer... will not go unanswered...

Though forming a pact with The Star saved his life, the Chariot's body lost all physical sensation as a trade-off.

The euphoria of victory, the taste of celebratory wine... Even the shame of defeat was no longer palpable.

It was a chance encounter with (Captain) that allowed the Draph to regain all lost sensation.

Geisenborger: I have no intention of becoming your comrade, but having a base of operations will be useful...

He vowed to fight alongside the crew to defeat The World, the root of all his problems.

Ever since then, Geisenborger has partaken in countless experiences he never even imagined possible in his mercenary days.

After some time, they managed to defeat The World and recover some semblance of peace.

However, he has been missing from the Grandcypher as of late.

Vyrn: Hey, Star... I'm guessin' Wrench Armstrong's out and about again?

The Star: Forgive me... I can no longer stop him.

Geisenborger went off to some battlefield twenty days ago and hasn't been seen since.

Lyria: He goes away for battle so often that we rarely see him around nowadays.

Vyrn: Wrench used to stick around on the ship if we asked, but he kinda just ignores us now...

Lyria: I worry about him. I wish he wasn't so focused on fighting all the time.

The Star: I share in thy sentiments.

The Star: We should enjoy the peace now that The World is no more.

Lyria: So that's why you chose to stay with us here instead of following Geisenborger to battle.

He's changed, huh...

Choose: He's changed, huh...

Vyrn: Sure has... He's gone kinda nuts ever since we beat the inchoate guy.

Vyrn: Wait, come to think of it... I think it started when he began wearin' that old armor...

Geisenborger had gained a new suit of armor while stuck in The World's sphere.

Upon acquiring it, he has been in a constant state of euphoria, the glint of bloodlust shining in his eyes.

Vyrn: You think maybe remnants of the inchoate guy's power is affectin' Wrench Armstrong?

The Star: No... That armor is a manifestation of the Chariot's very own wish... The World hath nothing to do with this.

Lyria: I wonder why he's so attached to that suit of armor...

Geisenborger: Listen well, youngsters!

Geisenborger: For I shall regale you a tale about my precious armor!

Vyrn: Wrench Armstrong! You're back!

Geisenborger: Yes, but the next battlefield already awaits!

Geisenborger: Let me tell you of my heroic exploits this go-around, (Captain)! I wasted no time in routing the enemy!

Thanks, but no thanks.

Choose: Thanks, but no thanks.

Geisenborger: Oh? Well, no matter!

Vyrn: You're actin' pretty gung ho... Did you sneak in a few drinks before comin' back?

Geisenborger: I am drunk from the thrill of battle! Alcohol may as well be mud water compared to that ambrosia!

With a hearty chuckle, Geisenborger turns to the crew.

Geisenborger: Oh, right. You were waiting to hear about my armor.

Lyria: Y-yes...

Geisenborger: Hahah, brace yourselves! The story's a bit of a long one.

The Evoker cheerily speaks of his past.

Geisenborger: When I was but a young whippersnapper, my home country had been engulfed in war.

Young Geisenborger: Conscription? Even for those of us who know not how to wield a sword?

Childhood Friend: We're small potatoes... Ain't got no choice but to summon every capable man if we're gonna stand up to the larger nations.

Young Geisenborger: The battlefield is where you go to kill people... What would hardscrabble farmers like us know about that?

Childhood Friend: Don't you see, Geisenborger? We're the ones who'll be slaughtered if we don't do this. There's no room for second-guessing ourselves.

Young Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: Three days later, our army was on the brink of defeat. Most of us stood on the battlefield without proper weapons.

Childhood Friend: Gurk!

Young Geisenborger: Damn it!

Geisenborger: Through the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my fallen friend and my fellow allies stepping over him.

Geisenborger: There was no time for a proper burial. I swung my sword in blind rage.

Young Geisenborger: Uooooogh!

Young Geisenborger: Huh?

Geisenborger: Before I knew it, the stench of death had filled the quiet wasteland, where I now stood alone.

Geisenborger: Our army was devastated, and the victorious enemy had left in glorious victory.

Young Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: The piles of corpses surrounding me were quite the sight to behold.

Young Geisenborger: Did I kill the enemy soldiers lying here?

Young Geisenborger: I recall dodging so many of their spears and slitting their throats in retaliation, hoping to push them back...

Geisenborger: I picked up their weapons as I went around, trying to recall the day's events.

Geisenborger: It was as if I was absorbing the anger, sorrow, and regrets of these soldiers I knew nothing about.

Geisenborger: From that point forward, I became a wandering mercenary and never once returned to my fallen country.

Young Geisenborger: Raaaah!

Soldier: Rgh!

Geisenborger: Burying my enemies and collecting their weapons became a sort of daily routine.

Young Geisenborger: It's not the prettiest-looking armor, but it'll do.

Geisenborger: One day, I decided to melt all the blades and arrowheads I had gathered to forge a new suit of armor—a feat I had been studying to do on my own.

Geisenborger: It was my way of keeping their memories alive.

Young Geisenborger: May this instill them with some pride in the afterlife.

Geisenborger: I continued to do the same in whatever wars I participated in from then on—collecting and melting enemy swords, further contributing to the heft of my armor.

Geisenborger: Though I gave up the habit once I lost the suit of armor to cannon fire.

Vyrn: Wow... You've really been through a lot, huh...

Geisenborger: Hahah! Now you understand why this armor fills me with such life!

Geisenborger: I can hear their whispers of "kill me too" and "bring me more friends!"

Geisenborger: Thus the thrill of taking lives stirs within me once more and calls me to the battlefield!

Geisenborger: War is everything to me! The armor reminded me that whether I live or die is something only the battlefield can decide for me.

Lyria: What a drastic thing to say! Are you sure about that?

Geisenborger: Hm?

Vyrn: N-no need to glare at us like that, Wrench!

You can do more than fight.

Choose: You can do more than fight.

Despite the murderous aura given off by the Evoker, the crew tries to remain calm around him.

Geisenborger: As if you could ever understand.

Geisenborger: On the day that my dear friend was mercilessly rendered into a slab of meat, my fate became one with the battlefield!

Geisenborger: I seek a more glorious battlefield—one that surpasses even the one we fought The World in!

Vyrn: Wrench Armstrong!

Geisenborger rushes off to the next battlefield, paying no heed to the calls of fellow crew members.

Lyria: Geisenborger's going down a bad road...

Vyrn: There's no comin' back from where he's goin' if this keeps up, and I mean that in more ways than one...

Vyrn: C'mon, Star! Say something!

Vyrn: Huh? Where'd he go off to?

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 2

Geisenborger: Heh...

Less than an hour after Geisenborger's arrival on the battlefield, he is the only life-form left breathing.

Geisenborger: Nameless soldiers... I will carry on your wishes.

Geisenborger crouches to pick up a fallen soldier's sword—

The Star: Shatter!

Geisenborger: Humph, didn't expect to see you here, Polestar... You followed me?

The Star: Thou canst still turn back, Geisenborger. Return with me.

Geisenborger: Hah... What right do you have as my right arm to be ordering me around?

The Star: I do not intend to order thee... I only ask that thou not be tempted by the armor.

The Star: As the crew sayeth, battle is but one part of thy life.

Geisenborger: Humph, were you not a warrior yourself once? Surely you understand well the fervor of someone who throws themselves into battle.

The Star: Hm... What of the Demonic Chariot then?

Geisenborger: What?

The Star: Thou didst feast on mochi for New Year's, enter the sauna on occasion, and partake in seasonal activities...

The Star: Thy joy and satisfaction reached me as well... Because thou art I.

Geisenborger: I was soft. That base was like a baby bath, lulling me to complacency. It's a good thing I finally left!

The Star: However—

Geisenborger: Speak of it no more, starbeast!

Geisenborger: We require no more words... I'll bury you right here and now!

Geisenborger: Hyaaaah!

The Star: ...!

Taking the brunt of Geisenborger's blow, The Star falls to his knees.

Geisenborger: Haha, done already? I was hoping you'd provide a little more entertainment than that!

Geisenborger: Raaaah!

Geisenborger launches another blow against The Star.

The Star: (Thou hast lost thyself... How shall I respond...)

With your own fists.
By dodging.

Choose: With your own fists.

The Star: Shatter!

As the fists of Evoker and primal collide, the earth shakes and the two are sent flying.

When the massive cloud of dust settles, only one is left standing.

Geisenborger: Humph... Is that all you've got?

The Star: Huff... Huff...

Geisenborger: What a bore! Where lies the next battlefield!

Geisenborger departs without so much as another glance at The Star, collapsed on the ground.

Feeling the source of his power fading, the primal can do little more than watch his pactbearer fade into the distance.

The Star: Harboring an inadequacy while constantly searching for a means to fill the void could have been another path for thee...

The Star: I art thou, thou art I... If this is the path thou choosest, I have no objections.

The Star: But I would have preferred thou didst choose another path...

The Star becomes motionless on the ground; he does not utter another word.

In some distant battlefield, the roar of the Chariot rings hollow.

From then on, Geisenborger never again shows up before (Captain)'s crew.

The End

Withdrawing from quest.

Reconsider your decision and seek out another future.

Go to "Continue 1"

Choose: By dodging.

The Star swerves and evades the blow by rotating his body.

The Star: Shatter!

Geisenborger: Gwah!

The Star lands a punch on Geisenborger's flank faster than he can respond.

Geisenborger: What... did you do...

The Star: I evaded thy attack and landed a fist in thy ribs.

Geisenborger: Don't tell me what I already know! What I'm asking is how you got past my defenses!

Geisenborger: There is no way I could possibly be bested in such a simple exchange of blows!

The Star: (Captain) once spoketh of thy combat style...

The Star: Thou tend to leavest a small opening after swinging thy right fist.

Geisenborger: You mean that kiddo spotted a weakness in me that I didn't even know I had?

The Star: (Captain) could likely stoppeth thou by force if it came to that.

The Star: But (Captain) would never taketh such action because...

Geisenborger: Bwahahaha!

Geisenborger: Fascinating! While this isn't quite the blue bird of folklore, it pleases me to know that my greatest enemy was right beside me all along!

Geisenborger: I must crush that youth! That base of operations will be the finest battlefield yet!

The Star: Wait! Geisenborger—

Geisenborger: Gwahahaha! No one can stop me now!

With a humorless chuckle, the Chariot storms off.

His destination is the Grandcypher, where his greatest foe awaits.

Go to "Continue 2"

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Continue 2

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 3

In a duel, (Captain) intentionally takes the brunt of Geisenborger's blow to awaken him from his war-hungry stupor. The Evoker loses the will to fight and is freed from the curse of his armor, now only wishing to live in peace among friends.

While sweeping the Grandcypher's deck, (Captain) spots a skyskimmer rapidly approaching from beyond the clouds.

A large figure leaps in from its bow.

Geisenborger: (Captain)... To think that you were the one I sought all this time.

Geisenborger!

Choose: Geisenborger!

The captain goes up to greet the Evoker, only to be met with the tip of his blade.

Geisenborger: Fight me.

...!

Choose: ...!

Geisenborger: I am not here by whim or for merrymaking... Surely you've been able to figure that out.

Geisenborger: A war between individuals is what I seek... The carnage shall last until only one of us remains.

The Evoker's lips curl into a grin as he steps back to create some distance from (Captain).

Geisenborger: Come to think of it, you always did seem to have a strange pull about you from the day we met.

Geisenborger: A war with you may very well be what I've been craving for all my life!

...

Choose: ...

(Captain) watches Geisenborger in silence.

A gust of wind whips past, knocking over the mop and other cleaning implements, signaling the start of this duel.

Geisenborger: Here we go!

Geisenborger: Uryaaaah!

Seeing the Evoker dash forward, (Captain) does the same.

Geisenborger: (Hah... It's as if you were prepared for this!)

Geisenborger: (Prepare to taste the full brunt of my strength—)

Geisenborger's blade connects, piercing deep into the side of (Captain)'s stomach.

The captain coughs out blood.

Geisenborger: Oh no...

Unable to comprehend what he had just done, Geisenborger stands there dumbstruck.

Thank goodness... you're okay...

Choose: Thank goodness... you're okay...

(Captain) had leaped straight at the Evoker...

And embraced his large frame.

Geisenborger: What... is the meaning of this?

(Captain) does not respond, only tightening the embrace on the Draph.

The blade remains lodged deep, but the captain pays no heed to the pain.

Welcome... back...

Choose: Welcome... back...

Geisenborger: ...!

Geisenborger: Ah...

Geisenborger's entire body loosens up, his relaxed grip causing his sword to fall.

Geisenborger: (What is this I'm feeling... It's as if my will to fight—a sensation that's plagued me from head to toe—is being drained away...)

Geisenborger: (I stand no chance against (Captain)...)

The Star: (Captain) would never harmeth thee...

Geisenborger: ...!

The Star: "Why," thou wonderest... Because thou art a friend...

Geisenborger: A friend?

The Star manifests, propping up the unconscious (Captain) and applying first aid.

The Star: After all that time spent on the ship... Surely thou understandest too...

Geisenborger: ...

Vyrn: I don't really get the sensations of war that you brought up earlier...

Vyrn: But there's something else we can tell you!

Lyria: Fighting alongside friends not only lets you share the pain, but there are so many great things that can come from it!

Lyria: Right, (Captain)?

Geisenborger: Sharing everything with friends... That must be the source of (Captain)'s strength.

Geisenborger: But it does not suit me.

The Star: Geisenborger! Why puttest up a front? Deep down, thou seest them as friends too—

Geisenborger: Enough already! I was desperate when I prayed to the stars from the desert that fated night!

Geisenborger: I yearned for a homecoming celebration, where we'd revel in the joy of our triumphs with the populace and bask in the ensuing peace!

The Star: Then—

Geisenborger: But no—I had already taken far too many lives to lead a life of quiet solitude!

Geisenborger: Living on as the Mad Ravager was the only path left to me!

Childhood Friend: Don't you think you've had enough, Geisenborger?

Geisenborger: I know that voice!

A familiar figure appears before Geisenborger's very eyes.

Childhood Friend: Geisenborger... It's been a while.

Childhood Friend: Looks like my dagger was one of the weapons that comprise your armor. It made for a nice home.

Geisenborger: You mean... you've been in the armor all this time?

Childhood Friend: Ever try counting what you've taken and what you've lost? What does it all amount to?

Childhood Friend: Focus on what you have to gain going forward. Because unlike me, you're still alive.

Geisenborger: But the cries of resentment from the armor continue to call out for war!

Childhood Friend: Pay them no mind!

Childhood Friend: Perhaps you've forgotten, but you used to hate fighting. Heck, you didn't even like arm-wrestling to kill time.

Childhood Friend: You were one of the most thoughtful and caring people in the village... You'd leap out to go check on everyone's fields at the first sign of a storm.

Geisenborger: ...

Childhood Friend: Look, I know it's not easy to forget about me and everyone you've killed, but...

Childhood Friend: Follow your own heart before you follow others.

Geisenborger: My own... heart...

Childhood Friend: It was nice catching up, buddy. I know you'll make the right choice. I'll be watching from the shadows of this armor.

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger looks down at the blood pouring out of (Captain)'s body.

Geisenborger: Forgive me.

Geisenborger: My heart lies with you all.

He crouches down and assists The Star in treating (Captain).

Days pass by.

Geisenborger: My sincerest apologies!

Geisenborger prostrates himself before (Captain), who has just woken up in bed.

I'm better now. It's all good!

Choose: I'm better now. It's all good!

Lyria: Ah, (Captain)... You shouldn't be moving yet!

Vyrn: Sheesh... As if Wrench Armstrong goin' wild weren't enough. You're way too reckless, (Captain).

How's your armor doing?

Choose: How's your armor doing?

Geisenborger: Oh, this? The voices of resentment still call out to me on occasion, but I will no longer be swayed by them.

Geisenborger: Anyhow... Perhaps this doesn't need to be said, but...

As his eyes meander around, Geisenborger speaks up with a twinge of shame.

Geisenborger: Going forward, would you consider accepting me as a member of your crew?

Huh?

Choose: Huh?

Geisenborger: I initially meant for the ship to be nothing more than a base of operations, but now I wish to formally enlist as the Chariot—

The Star: Geisenborger...

Geisenborger: No, let me rephrase that! I simply wish to continue enjoying our days together—

I have one condition.

Choose: I have one condition.

Geisenborger: A condition? I suppose that's only fair. What is it?

Never go off to war alone again!

Choose: Never go off to war alone again!

Geisenborger: O-oh, is that it? I thought you might ask me to pay an entry fee or make up for what I've done—

Lyria: This is a big deal to us, Geisenborger! We really were worried about you!

Vyrn: Yeah! We'll play with ya anytime you're feelin' stressed out—just let us know!

Geisenborger: ...

Geisenborger: Heh-heh, ahahaha...

Vyrn: Hey, what's so funny?

Geisenborger: Ah... I was just thinking what a good-natured bunch you are.

Geisenborger: I, Geisenborger, hereby swear that I will never go off to war alone again—at least not without your blessing!

Geisenborger: Glad to be one with the crew, (Captain).

The Star: Um, (Captain)... May I formally join thy crew as well?

(Captain) responds to The Star's timid query with a hearty nod.

This pair of Evoker and primal are now officially members of the crew.

Geisenborger: Despite my vow, I'm finding it hard to get by without some sort of war in my life...

Geisenborger: Then again, I suppose a battlefield will find its way to us sooner or later... I'll save my excitement for then!

The Star: Beware. Thou dost not want me to tell (Captain) what thou hast just said.

Geisenborger: Urgh! Some arrogant polestar you are!

Geisenborger: And maybe it's just me, but you seem a lot more outspoken ever since leaving the clutches of The World.

The Star: Verily... It's as if my intellect has been liberated.

Geisenborger: Being the brazen Star you are, I suppose it's time you retired from being my right arm.

The Star: ...!
Dost thou mean to abandon me?

Geisenborger: No, don't get the wrong idea!

Geisenborger: You should follow your own path. Instead of being confined to my body, you should be allowed to roam the world a free beast.

The Star: Geisenborger!

The Star: I thank thee. We are now equals in (Captain)'s crew.

Geisenborger: Heh... Don't get too carried away now.

The Chariot and Star are happy to trade pleasantries as equals.

May their powerful radiance continue to shine the path forward for the crew.

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Side-scrolling Quotes

JapaneseThis is an official transcription.	EnglishThis is an official translation.
進軍中こそ、ゆめゆめ注意を怠るな	A march is the most important time to be alert.
いざ往かん、血煙の舞う戦場へ！	We charge into the blood-drenched battlefield!
星々は常に頭上にある…忌々しいほどにな	Cursed stars above...
ククッ…昂ぶってきたぞ	Heh heh...
この邂逅も何かの縁か…	Was this encounter fated as well?
「世界」を名に冠すとは、自惚れが過ぎた獣だ…	To take the world for his own name is arrogance to the extreme...
雄叫びをあげて進め！威勢よく攻め込むのだ！	Raise your battle cries and push onward!
ククッ、戦場の感覚こそが吾輩を戦士たらしめる…	Heh heh, the battlefield has always been my true calling.
(主人公)…貴公ならばあるいは…	(Captain), you may very well be the one...
(主人公)の瞳には星の煌めきが宿っているな	I see the glimmer of the stars in your eyes, (Captain).

References

↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, 「アーカルムの十賢者」紹介！
↑ Cygames, Inc. (2020). GRANBLUE FANTASY GRAPHIC ARCHIVE VI.

[1] Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, 「アーカルムの十賢者」紹介！

[2] Cygames, Inc. (2020). GRANBLUE FANTASY GRAPHIC ARCHIVE VI.

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Geisenborger/Lore

Contents

Official Profile

Background

Events

Trivia

Special Cutscenes

Fate Episodes

Invitation from a Berserker

The Chariot's Motives

Battlefield Soliloquy

Death Eluded

Sensation of War

The Truth of Battle

The Truth of Battle: Scene 2

Dignity of Warrior & Star

Pursuit of Valor

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 2

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 3

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 4

Beyond the Trial

Beyond the Trial: Scene 2

Reminiscence of Valor

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 2

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 3

Side-scrolling Quotes

References

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Geisenborger/Lore

Official Profile

Background

Events

Trivia

Special Cutscenes

Fate Episodes

Invitation from a Berserker

The Chariot's Motives

Battlefield Soliloquy

Death Eluded

Sensation of War

The Truth of Battle

The Truth of Battle: Scene 2

Dignity of Warrior & Star

Pursuit of Valor

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 2

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 3

Pursuit of Valor: Scene 4

Beyond the Trial

Beyond the Trial: Scene 2

Reminiscence of Valor

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 2

Reminiscence of Valor: Scene 3

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