Scenario:Four Knights of a Fallen Land - Ending

Four Knights of a Fallen Land - Ending

Isabella and Gareth escape as the crew focuses on the Otherworld Nomad. Days later the people of Feendrache voice their support for the king during his address. The four knights, relieved to see the reconstruction efforts, stand united and ready for whatever may come next.

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(Captain) and the crew corner the grotesque demon.

Siegfried: Hraaahhh!

Otherworld Nomad: Cursum perficio... I never imagined this possible...

Siegfried: Heh, you should not have held us sons of men with such contempt.

Otherworld Nomad: Grrrh!

Siegfried: For we are the proud knights of the Order of Dragons!

Siegfried: Now! End him!

Vane: I'll stop him in his tracks! Percival, Lancelot! The rest is up to you!

Percival: My blade will not falter. Vane, do not err.

Vane: ..!
Okay!

Vane: Raaah!

Vane throws his entire body into the attack, incapacitating the demon.

Otherworld Nomad: Uuuargh! Such power... this imperfect realm...

Percival: Hah, you've come up with an excuse in your final breaths? Don't make me laugh.

Percival: Time to show you our true power!

Otherworld Nomad: No... the power of this world... It's...

Lancelot: Now, Percival!

Percival: Together, Lancelot!

Percival: Raaah!

Lancelot: Raaagh!

Percival invokes the earth on which they stand, Lancelot calls the power of the skies, and they strike in unison.

The Otherworld Nomad is enveloped in a dazzling light.

Otherworld Nomad: Ahahaha! One day an army of thousands will block out your sun. Transit lux, umbra permanet. Para bellum... para bellum...

The demon of darkness vanishes in a bright flash of light, leaving behind only echoes of deeply-held resentment.

The throne room, unable to withstand the force of the fierce combat, begins to collapse.

Vyrn: H-hey, (Captain)! If we stay here, we're gonna be buried alive!

Lyria: Everybody! Quick, we need to get out of here!

Siegfried: Your Majesty, take my hand.

King Carl: Siegfried... What in the skies...

Vane: Ah, watch out! We need to move!

Percival: Wait. What about Gareth? Where is he?

Lancelot: There!

Isabella and Gareth are huddled together in the collapsing throne room.

Gareth: Isabella, my queen... Are you tired?

Gareth: Soon we can rest...

Isabella: ...

Gareth: Here, Isabella...

Gareth lifts Isabella gently in her arms and disappears inside the castle.

Lancelot: Damn you! I won't let you get away!

Vane: Lancey, don't go any further! It's too dangerous!

Siegfried: Lancelot. Our first priority is to get the king and ourselves to safety.

Percival: Let's hurry. This place won't hold much longer.

Running for their lives, (Captain) and the crew leave the throne room far behind them.

As the crew reaches the castle town, they hear the throne room collapse.

The crew breathes a huge sigh of relief, but Percival's expression remains grave as he begins to speak...

Percival: This is no time to rest.

Percival: According to Gareth the army of the House of Wales is bearing down on us.

Lancelot: What!

Percival: I don't know the details, but there was no reason for him to lie to me. We need to think of what to do, and fast...

Siegfried: Wait. I don't think we have to worry about that right now...

Siegfried tells the crew of his encounter with the army of the House of Wales.

He explains that the House of Wales is using long-lost, forbidden magic to conquer other kingdoms one by one.

And that he has already repelled the approaching army.

Percival: What! You faced off against an entire army by yourself?

Siegfried: Yes, but it was only a temporary solution to buy us some time... They will return.

Siegfried: We need to consolidate the defenses of the royal capital as soon as possible.

Percival: I'm astonished... To repel an army alone... You've surpassed mortal limitations.

Vane: Woooah! Amazing! You really are our hero, Siegfried!

Lancelot: ...

Vane: Hmm? What's wrong, Lancey? You look like you have something on your mind... Are you worried about something?

Lancelot: No, I was just thinking about what might've happened if Siegfried hadn't turned up...

Siegfried: What are you saying? Feendrache would have fallen without you...

Siegfried: You have grown, my friends.

The knights gaze at Siegfried, a look of contentment on their faces.

Lancelot: Thank you.

Percival: Hm.

Vane: Right! Now that that's all done with! Let's get to rebuilding the city!

Lyria: Yeah! We wanna help too!

Vyrn: Yup, yup! We'd be happy to lend you guys a hand. Right, (Captain)?

Over the next few days, the royal capital, Feendrache, is rebuilt little by little.

King Carl addresses the people of the city who are gathered in a plaza in the shade of the castle.

King Carl: This turmoil was the result of a rebellion orchestrated by Isabella... and a knight of the White Dragons, Gareth.

King Carl: And also by me—for once again inviting chaos into our beloved city, I must apologize from the bottom of my heart.

Timid Man: Wh-what! Your Majesty! It's not your fault!

Young Woman: Yeah! Gareth and Isabella are the bad guys! You can hold your head up high!

King Carl: Thank you, everyone.

King Carl: Thanks to the calm and collected manner in which you all responded to this threat, damage has been kept to a minimum.

King Carl: I am so very proud of you, my loyal subjects.

A single man steps out in front of the king.

Percival: I want to ask you something. Even before this spectacle, did you really think yourself worthy of the throne?

Percival: A king should lead his people. Do you not consider yourself a fraud?

Lancelot: Percival!

King Carl: It's okay, Lancelot. Stand down.

Hearing Percival's words, King Carl pauses a while to think.

King Carl: I see your point.

King Carl: A king is the leader of a kingdom. He must stand alone as a figurehead for his people to look up to.

King Carl: He must embrace the ethics he stands for and lead his people with a will of steel.

King Carl: That... is the king I strived to be.

Percival: ...

King Carl: Hahaha... And so with a heavy heart, I must announce... I am not fit to be your king.

Percival: Then why? You knew of your incompetence and yet remained on the throne?

Timid Man: No! King Carl is a magnificent ruler! He always thinks about what's best for us before anything else!

Young Woman: That's right! We all love the kingdom that King Carl has built for us!

King Carl: Th-thank you for the kind words, but I am undeserving.

King Carl: Percival, I admit I am incompetent.

King Carl: And compared to my father, I have ruled miserably.

King Carl: However I wish to continue to bear this responsibility as long as the people acknowledge me as their king.

King Carl looks down at the faces of his subjects and addresses the crowd in a strong yet gentle voice...

King Carl: My beloved people, will you help rebuild this kingdom with me?

The people of the kingdom answer King Carl's question with generous applause.

The knights of the Order of the White Dragons kneel before King Carl and silently pledge their loyalty.

Siegfried: ...

Lancelot: ...

Vane: ...

Percival's lips form a wry smile upon seeing this.

Percival: I wonder... Is the king merely soft, or is he just what the people yearn for?

Vyrn: Y'know, I see a new side to King Carl now. He might seem a bit unreliable, but he's a great king!

Lyria: Yeah! It feels like he's a father to everybody in the kingdom, and I think that's really nice!

And so King Carl's speech comes to an end.

Night falls, and Percival is nestled up high on a tower overlooking the city.

Percival: ...

Siegfried: What is it? Does looking down at the city fill you with sentimentality?

Percival: Siegfried...

Percival: No. It's just... hearing King Carl's speech earlier...

Percival: I've been thinking that there's more than one way to be a good king.

Siegfried: Hmm, this isn't like you.

Percival: What is a kingdom if not its people?

Percival: I'd say as long as the people love this kingdom, Feendrache's light will never be extinguished.

Siegfried: It seems your journey here was not in vain.

Percival: Siegfried, I'm sorry for not believing in you from the very beginning.

Siegfried: No worries. It is fate that decided old friends like us would be gathered together once again.

Siegfried: That alone is enough for me.

Siegfried's cheery expression suddenly turns grave.

Siegfried: Percival. What will you do now?

Percival: I cannot ignore the fact that my house, the House of Wales, had something to do with this calamity.

Percival: I have been made to look like a fool... I, and I alone, must settle that.

Siegfried: I see. If there's anything I can do to help, do let me know.

Percival: Heh. Well, building a new kingdom in my stead wouldn't be a bad start.

Vane and Lancelot show up on the lookout, accompanied by the crew.

Vane: Hey, hey! What's going on here? Are you two having a secret chat?

Percival: And the incessant noise returns...

Percival: It's insufferable! You're as excitable as a mongrel!

Vane: Grr... Woof, woof, woof!

Percival: Wh-what? Was that meant to be an impression?

Vane: Hold your horses! That really gets my goat! My impressions are the cat's meow. The bee's knees!

Suddenly a cat pops its face out of Vane's jacket and lets out a loud meow.

Percival: L-Lancelot! Make him stop!

Lancelot: Hahahaha! You reap what you sow, Percival.

Vane: Oh, I get it!

Vane: Percy is just the sort of guy who starts a conversation with sarcasm!

Percival: Wh-what! P-Percy? Don't call me something so childish, boy!

Vane: But why? It's so cute, Percy!

Lyria: It does sound really cute, Percy!

Vane: You see? Even Lyria gets it!

Percival: Stop joking around! Take that back! Now!

Siegfried: Heh.

Vyrn: Whoa! Even Siegfried is laughing!

The laughter is contagious and (Captain) starts to chuckle too.

Vane: So it's decided! From now on Percival shall be known as Percy! It makes him seem so much more friendly and approachable!

Percival: Very well. You continue to taunt me... It seems you wish to be sent to an early grave...

Vane: Woooah. Percy's mad...

Percival: Keep still, mongrel. I'll make this quick.

Vane: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was just a joke!

Percival: Are those your last words?

Vane: F-forgive me! Sir Percival!

The evening continues in the same lively manner in which it started.

These four knights, guided by destiny, vanquish the evil scheming to destroy the kingdom.

And now they stand united, ready to face whatever ordeals may lie ahead.

Four Knights of a Fallen Land
The End