Scenario:Geisenborger - Invitation from a Berserker

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.

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(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.