Scenario:Katzelia - A Peasant's King
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A Peasant's King
The so-called king of a town's slum requests the audience of the crew via a resident named Thomas. When the crew come face to face with the king, he takes out a single card, and in a blinding flash of light, the crew suddenly find themselves fighting monsters on a vast battlefield.
(Captain) and company have just completed a quick mission on an island. That's where a fated encounter is about to occur.
Vyrn: Whoo, that was easy!
Lyria: The requestor was all smiles too when we finished!
Vyrn: Hm?
The crew members are walking along a boulevard when they hear approaching footsteps. Soon they are surrounded by a gaggle of strangers.
Lyria: Um...
???: Call me Thomas. I hail from the town's edge. You're all talented skyfarers, I take it?
Vyrn: Uh, what?
Thomas: Got a proposal for—
(Captain) and the others stay guarded as they wait to hear what Thomas has to say, but a passerby interjects.
Passerby: Watch yourselves, skyfarers! Those no-goodniks are from the slums!
Vyrn: Slums? What's that all about?
Passerby: The squatters there make a living offa graft. Betcha they'll cozy up to you and then loot your bags.
Thomas: We do no such thing!
Passerby: Heh, who you trying to convince, huh?
The situation grows tense on the boulevard. Unsure of what they've gotten into, the confused crew members can only stand there.
Vyrn: So... I don't really get what's goin' on here, but is there something you need from us?
Thomas: Right, sorry... I was hoping to refer you for a job. King's looking for capable people.
Vyrn: Huh? What do you mean?
Passerby: Hey, I'm warning you, skyfarers! Lately it seems like they've come into a bit of cash...
Passerby: An' I bet they didn't do it on the up-and-up. You're gonna get suckered into some shady deal!
Thomas: No! We do not engage in that kind of stuff!
Lyria: E-excuse me...
Thomas: S-sorry... You must be so lost right now...
Choose: I'd like to hear more about this job.
Thomas: You... You'll hear me out?
Vyrn: Sure! It's not like we're saying we'll do it, but it wouldn't hurt to hear the details!
Thomas: Thanks. That really helps us out.
Thomas: To be honest with you, we don't know the details either. King just told us to go round up strong folks like you.
Vyrn: You keep saying king, but does this place even have a king?
Thomas: I owe you an explanation but not here.
Thomas and his cohorts guide the crew to the slums. Their surroundings change drastically the further along they go.
Lyria: ...
Thomas: Are you shocked by how run-down everything is?
Lyria: Oh no, that's not what I was thinking!
Vyrn: Yep, it's shabby all right. Why would a supposed "king" wanna live here?
Lyria: Vyrn! That's not a nice thing to say!
Vyrn: O-oh yeah... Sorry about that...
Thomas: Haha! Don't worry about it. It's hard to believe, but things are a lot better than they used to be.
Thomas: Any improvement made to this area is all thanks to King.
Vyrn: Really? What kind of person is this King guy? Is he a real king?
Thomas: We started calling him King because he looks the part and ran with it.
Thomas: It's not like we know his real name anyway. And he never told us why he came here in the first place.
Thomas: All we know is, he just... appeared in town one day.
Thomas: And before any of us knew it, he was teaching us stuff.
Vyrn: Hmm... What kinda stuff did he teach you?
Thomas: Let's see... Okay, here's my story. Not long ago I was running moonshine with a few buddies under the baron's nose.
Lyria: Gasp! Isn't that a bad thing?
Thomas: Mm-hm. That guy back there was right about me. I still feel guilty about what I did.
Thomas: But back to the story.
Thomas: You need big barrels to make alcohol. I went out and found what I thought was good lumber—made the barrels myself.
Thomas: I'd heard whispers about some mysterious guy in town, then one day, poof, he's right in front me. Came to stop my moonshining ways.
Thomas: Somehow he knew I had a good eye for judging timber quality. Said I should be a wood dealer. He'd even set it all up for me.
Thomas: Things moved quickly from there. He was the bridge between me, the lumberjacks, and the carpenters.
Thomas: So now I'm brushing up on procuring and selling high-quality timber. Sure beats making booze in secret, I can tell you that.
Lyria: That's great! What an inspiring story!
Thomas: That's how he got our lives in order and showed us a better way to live.
Thomas: Doesn't really matter who said it first, but we started calling him King out of respect and friendship.
Vyrn: Gotcha. You've got me all excited to meet this guy!
When Thomas finally stops at their destination, however, the crew sees a dilapidated residence that can hardly be described as regal.
Thomas: My work's done here. King will tell you about the job.
The crew members are the only ones to pass through the entrance and into the gloom. The door closes behind them.
Vyrn: Guys? Do you really think a big shot named King lives in a shack like this?
???: Warmest welcomes to my palace.
A voice booms from within the room. The crew sees a diminutive figure sunk deeply into a chair.
???: And so a crew of mighty skyfarers appears before me. I heard the reports on how your crew operates.
Vyrn: Are you the one they call King?
King: The one and only.
The Harvin's affirmation of his status as a king is self-evident in his mannerisms.
???: Please have a seat.
Haaselia not in crew
A female Harvin steps in. (Captain) and the others sit down around a table at her beckoning.
Haaselia is a crew member
Another figure appears from behind King, causing the crew to do a double take.
Lyria: Haase!
Haaselia: How do you do?
Vyrn: I was wondering where you'd gone... What are you doing here? Do you know King?
Haaselia: You should hear the explanation from King himself. I am only attending him.
Haaselia says nothing more, and the crew members sit down around a table at her beckoning.
King: I assume you have come to hear about the job I am offering to capable skyfarers.
King: But first I have something to show you.
King produces a card and places it on the table for everyone to see.
The card is quite worn. It's hard to make out what's drawn on it, but that's not the only peculiar thing about it.
Vyrn: Whoa... This card...
Lyria: I can feel a great power coming from it...
Vyrn and Lyria sense an indescribable power lurking within the card.
King: Well, well. Your intuition is sharp. I feel safe placing my trust in you, and I hope you will all accompany me somewhere.
Vyrn: Hm? But we just got here. Where are we going now?
(Captain) and company start to climb to their feet.
King: There is no need to get up. From here we shall be diving into this card's dormant memory.
Vyrn: Uh, the card's what?
They glance down at the card on the table. It's faint at first, but a white light emanates from it and gradually increases in intensity.
Lyria: Eeeek!
Squinting through the glare, the crew is presented with an astounding sight.
Vyrn: Whoa... Where are we?
The room in the slums is gone, replaced by a sweeping wasteland of smoke and embers.
Lyria: It almost looks like...
Primal beasts glide through the sky while monster hordes stalk the ground. The crew holds its collective breath.
Vyrn: Where's King? He was just with us a second ago!
They quickly scan the area, but King is nowhere to be seen.
Lyria: I wonder where he went?
Monster: Groooar!
Vyrn: Yipes! Here come the monsters!
Vyrn: This all too confusing, but we gotta deal with this first!
The situation is a mess, but the only course of action open to the crew is to face the oncoming horde.
(Captain) prepares to meet this challenge head-on, weapon at the ready.