Scenario:Geisenborger - Reminiscence of Valor
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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.
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!
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!
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...)
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.
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.
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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.
The captain goes up to greet the Evoker, only to be met with the tip of his blade.
Geisenborger: Fight me.
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!
(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.
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.
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.
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).
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?
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—
Geisenborger: A condition? I suppose that's only fair. What is it?
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?
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.