Scenario:Percival - The Lord of Flames's Requiem

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The Lord of Flames's Requiem

Percival, (Captain) and the crew receive a request to stop bandits plaguing a town. Suddenly, the bandits appear and challenge the crew.

Percival has joined the crew, and they continue traveling on their journey.
Stopping at a town for a little time off, the crew is requested by the mayor to defeat the bandits that plague the area.
Percival: To be asking for help from total strangers, the circumstances must be dire indeed.
Town Mayor: I'm afraid so. I'm truly sorry to ask this of you, as you're only visiting.
Percival: Let's put that aside for now. So then, is there any form of defense force in this town?
Town Mayor: Well, there is but they were no match for the bandits. Now most of them are injured.
Percival: I see. In other words, we're the only ones to defend the town.
Town Mayor: That's the case unfortunately. Won't you help us?
Percival: All right. After all, if the bandits attack then that would ruin our vacation.
Percival: Isn't that right, (Captain)?
(Captain) nods eagerly at Percival.
Town Mayor: Thank you! Everyone, thank you!
Percival: Save your thanks for later. For now, tell us more about these bandits.
Town Mayor: Of course. They're holed up in some nearby ruins, and every night they come and raid our town.
Percival: Ruins, you say? And how would you rate their fighting prowess?
Town Mayor: Well, it's the young men of the town who actually fight them, so I'm not sure.
Percival: Then call these young men here this instant!
Town Mayor: Yes sir! Right away!
Just then, a young man comes running up, nearly out of breath.
Townsperson: Mr. Mayor! Come quick!
Town Mayor: Oh, what perfect timing! These folks would like to speak with you.
Townsperson: Bandits! The bandits are here!
Town Mayor: What? This is terrible! I beg you to help us, skyfarers!
Percival: Tch... (Captain), shall we battle with an unknown enemy?
Percival: Then again, I suppose we have little choice. Let's go!
Vyrn: All right! Just leave it to us!
The party hurries to the center of the town to face the bandits.
By the time they arrive, the bandits are already busy causing trouble.
Thief 1: Ha-ha! Do you like what you see?
Townswoman: Aaah!
Percival: You scum. Take your hands off her.
Thief 1: Huh? Just who are you?
Percival: Apologies, but I never give my name to scoundrels.
Thief 1: Ha! Well, I don't need your name to beat you senseless!
Percival: What a fool. Let's charge, (Captain)!

The Lord of Flames's Requiem: Scene 2

Percival's power stuns the bandits, but his kindness awes the crew. Together they drive off the remaining bandits.

Percival: Haaa!
Thief 1: Nghh! No!
Thief 2: Hey! You all right?
Thief 1: These guys aren't from around here!
The young girl escapes from the bandit's grasp.
Townswoman: You rescued me! Thank you!
Percival: Thank us later! Now stand back!
Townswoman: S-sorry!
The crew faces off against the bandits who've come to ransack the town.
Percival: En garde!
The party is blown away as Percival summons forth a blaze to dispose of the bandits.
Lyria: Incredible! Percival's taken them down on his own.
Vyrn: Just the other day, he was complaining that we care too much.
Vyrn: But now look at Sir Burnsalot here, looking out for the little guys.
Lyria: I guess Percival is just one of those people...
Lyria: Someone who finds his own reasons to lend a hand.
Percival: (Captain)! Now's not the time for idle banter!
Percival: Let's drive them out!
Lyria: Yes sir!
Thief 1: Hey! Watch out for the fiery fellow!
Thief 2: All right! Let's surround him!
Vyrn: Hey! Take us lightly and you're gonna be sorry!
Vyrn: Just hold on, Sir Burnsalot! We're coming!

The Lord of Flames's Requiem: Scene 3

The crew heads toward the bandit hideout. Percival begins acting strangely, talking about the Order of the Black Dragons.

Thanks to Percival, the crew disposes of the bandits down to the last man.
The following day, under Percival's command, the crew heads for the bandit hideout.
Percival: The enemy may be numerous, but they're undisciplined.
Percival: Stay vigilant. We didn't come this far to falter. Failure is not an option!
Lyria: Yes! Failure is not an option!
Vyrn: Hey, don't you think Sir Burnsalot is acting a bit strange?
Lyria: I don't think so. He doesn't seem so different from his usual self.
Vyrn: All right. If you say so...
Percival: All right, everyone! Victory lies before us! All that's left for us to do is take it!
Lyria: Roger!
Percival's rousing words inspire the crew, and they quickly do away with the bandits.
Then they head off in search of the bandit leader.
Leader: Curses. I've never seen anyone fight like that before.
Leader: Just who are you guys?
Percival: My name is Percival.
Percival: Lord of Flames and first officer of the Order of the Black Dragons.
Leader: The Black Dragons?
Percival: If you surrender now, I promise you won't be harmed.
Leader: Curses! What's an order member doing around these parts anyhow?
Lyria: Uh, Percival?
Lyria: Did he just say something about an order?
Vyrn: Beats me. I'm confused.
Percival: Huh? What am I saying here?
Leader: (Hm... Somethin' seems off here...)
Lyria: Percival! Are you feeling all right?
Percival: The Order... of the Black Dragons?
Leader: (Now's my chance to get him!)
Vyrn: (Captain)! I don't know what's going on, but we need to help Sir Burnsalot!

The Lord of Flames's Requiem: Scene 4

After defeating the bandits, (Captain) and the crew return to the town. Percival reveals the traumatic betrayal he experienced in his past as a knight in his neighboring country.

With (Captain) and the crew's help, the bandits are defeated.
They arrive back in town to a warm welcome, and stop at an inn for some rest.
Percival: ...
Lyria: Percival's been down ever since the incident at the hideout.
Vyrn: You're right. Ever since he started talking about black dragons or something.
Percival: I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I wasn't myself.
Lyria: Oh, don't worry. All that matters is that you're all right.
Vyrn: But I gotta ask, what was that all about?
Percival: I thought, that just maybe, I'd left that part of my life behind me.
Lyria: What part of your life? You can tell us if you want.
Percival: It's a long story, but if you really want to hear it then I'll tell you.
Lyria: We really do.
With a heavy sigh, Percival begins to tell his tale.
Percival: I told you before that I was born into the House of Wales, didn't I?
Lyria: Yes, I think you told us that the day we met.
Percival: Well, there's a rule that in order to inherit the family wealth...
Percival: One must join an order in our neighboring country.
Vyrn: Oh yeah? So you're saying that you used to be an actual knight?
Percival: Yes, I was. Though it was long before I met you.
Percival: Back then, I was the first officer in an order serving that country.
Percival: But one day, my captain slayed the king.
Vyrn: Slayed the king? Unbelievable!
Percival: Indeed. We all trusted him, and it left us in shock.
Percival: His betrayal was the beginning of the end for our order.
Percival: Since then, I've been struggling to find the heart to believe in anything.
Lyria: And your captain? What became of him?
Percival: He disappeared, leaving behind an incompetent king and a manipulative consul.
Percival: I truly admired the old king and my captain.
Percival: I would've given my life to serve them both to build the country they desired.
Percival: I was so troubled, I had to confide in a friend, who was another officer.
Percival: Can you guess what he said?
His expression reflects both sadness and nostalgia as Percival continues to speak.
Percival: A knight's only objective is to serve his country. Once he swears this oath, he need only follow the path before him.
Percival: After the incident, our order was reformed into a new one called the White Dragons.
Percival: I made sure my friend became captain of the new order before I left the country.
Percival: As for the rest of the story, you already know. I set out on a journey to learn more about how a country should be ruled.
Lyria: I see now.
Vyrn: Yeah, and this is where we come in, right?
Percival: Indeed. But my slip-up in the hideout made me realize something.
Percival: It seems I have regrets about leaving. You see, I left my rival behind in that country.
Percival: And now he may think he's bested me. I saw him promoted to captain, after all.
Percival seems lost in thought for a moment before gazing back at the crew.
Percival: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I went on a little too long. You all must be bored stiff.
Vane (Event) is a crew member

Lyria: Actually, I think we might know the country that you're talking about.
Percival: What! Really?
Vyrn: Yeah. Now that you mention it, the White Dragons thing does ring a bell.
Vyrn: You're talking about that Feendrache place that is protected by Sylph, right?
Percival: This is quite a surprise. I never thought I'd hear this coming from you.
Lyria: Well, um, Percival...
Lyria: I don't know if it will do much good, but how about we all go pay Feendrache another visit?
Percival: ...
Vane (Event) not in crew

Lyria: Well, um, Percival...
Percival: What is it, Lyria?
Lyria: I don't know if it will do much good, but how about we go with you to pay that country another visit?
Percival: What! What's this all of a sudden?
Vyrn: She's right. It might help you out...
Vyrn: And maybe give you a chance to finally put the past behind you. What do you say?
Percival: ...
Percival: Humph... It seems you're not going to let this go, are you?
Percival: I admit you're probably right. Before I can create an ideal land...
Percival: I first need to deal with my regrets from the past.
Vyrn: All right! And if there's anything we can do to help, just say the word!
Lyria: Yes! I'd love to see your dream country become reality!
Upon hearing Lyria's kind words, Percival allows himself to smile.
Percival: Come, the hour grows late.
Percival: Let's rest up for tomorrow.
The bond between Percival and the crew grows ever stronger.
But no one could foresee the events that would inevitably draw Percival toward his destiny.