Scenario:Viceroy - Metal Maniacs

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Metal Maniacs

With a rich appetite for exploration, the young engineer Viceroy sets out to make the world's strongest superalloy, and tells (Captain) and the crew he wants to obtain a gold brick. However, they aren't able to get such a valuable item so easily. A suspicious-looking merchant appears and almost convinces Viceroy to buy a fake gold brick.



As their new ally Viceroy wants a new material to meld with iron, (Captain)'s crew travels to an island to find it.
After sailing to an island famous for its large bazaar, they are delighted when they find the bustling marketplace.
At the bazaar, Viceroy stops in his tracks when he spots a family working at a produce stand.
Vyrn: What's up, Vice? Never seen a mom-and-pop produce stand before?
Viceroy: No, it's not that! I just saw that mom and her daughter and felt this rush of nostalgia.
Lyria: Viceroy, did your family own a produce stand before?
Viceroy: No, it's not that either! Here, check it out.
Viceroy: See, that mom taught her daughter everything about their business, right? It's just like me and my teacher.
Lyria: Hmm… Is your teacher that blacksmith you told us about earlier?
Viceroy, now somewhat embarrassed, squints his eyes and gives a slight sniffle with his nose as he begins to tell his tale.
Viceroy: First off, I'm not the sharpest bulb in the box, right? At the time, I had been tricked by a friend to join a group of thieves.
Viceroy: I had no clue what I was doing. So one day, call it fate, I dunno, but we got this idea to break into a famous metal factory…
Viceroy: When all of a sudden, the head artisan saw us and came at us with this giant hammer of his. I thought it was the end, right?
Viceroy: But he said he wasn't attacking us, he was just forging our spirits, and taught us how to make iron.
Vyrn: Sounds like a really nice guy!
Lyria: Haha… Just hearing about him, I can tell he was a great teacher!
Viceroy: Right? That's why I wanted to study how to make the best weapon ever so that I could repay his kindness!
Lyria: Yeah, great idea! That's really thoughtful of you, Vice!
Viceroy: That's why I really want that over there. Do you think I can buy it?
Viceroy points to something sitting deep in the shop that's shining a brilliant gold. It's a rare piece of ingot.
Rackam: What! There's no way you can get that! That's a rare gold brick!
Viceroy: Oh. I can't?
Rackam: Well, of course not! There's some cheaper stuff at this other metal shop you can get, though. Why don't I show you?
The crew hurries over to the shop, weaving their way through the crowd.
Only Viceroy is left standing by himself, unable to take his eyes off of the gold brick.
Charming Merchant: Hehehe… My friend, over here. You, the man with the golden hair.
Viceroy: Huh? Is someone talkin' to me?
Charming Merchant: Pardon me, but I couldn't help but overhear your predicament.
Charming Merchant: Hehehe… I have something over here you may be interested in…
The merchant removes a gold brick from her shirt…
Viceroy: Is that…
His voice cracks as he tries to speak.
Viceroy: Just a small piece will do. Could you, please…
Charming Merchant: Please step into my shop. I have plenty more inside…
Viceroy: Thank you so much! You're so nice!
The merchant says it's an unusual metal that's been circulating around the black market, and the purity seems quite low.
Viceroy doesn't mind, because he can raise the purity levels as much as he wants if he's able to purify it.
They leave the main street and the crowd, then slip into a dark alley where they enter a small, musty shop.
Viceroy: Hey, this place is kind of a mess… Lots of junk in here, too… Are you sure it's really here?
Charming Merchant: Yes, sir, here you are.
Viceroy: Finally! Hehe, I waited so long for this! It's so shiny… Hey, wait a second…
Viceroy: You call this a gold brick? This just looks like a rough, dusty block you use for building a house!
Charming Merchant: Oh, no, this is a gold brick.
The kindly merchant drops her smile. Her eyes, now sly and cunning, dart back and forth as she moves closer.
Charming Merchant: All right, that will be 1,000,000 rupies. Now pay up!
Viceroy: Are you serious? You think I'll pay all that for this?
Hoodlum: Yes, I think you will! Hehehe!
Suddenly, as if he had been watching the whole time, a hoodlum appears and the mood in the room grows tense.
Viceroy: This isn't good. It's so crowded in here, even if I could take them it'd be a bad idea…
At that moment, a familiar voice echoes through the store.
Rackam: Hey, there you are! What the heck are you doing here?
Lyria: (Captain), we found him! You went missing, Vice!
Hoodlum: What's going on here? I didn't hear anything about his friends coming along!
Charming Merchant: What are you waiting for? Attack them!

Metal Maniacs: Scene 2





One lazy afternoon, Katalina's angry cries can be heard from across the Grandcypher as it sits anchored on the coast.
Katalina: Knock it off, Vice! Just give up already!
Viceroy: Please, Katalina! I just need a little bit is all!
Katalina: No! And quit looking at me like that! I don't care how many times you ask, the answer is no!
Viceroy: I'm not giving up! This is fate, Katalina! You're exactly what I need to make the greatest, most radiant iron in the world!
Katalina: "Fate"! I don't think that word means what you think it means!
Rackam: Hey, what's all the racket?
Katalina: It's just Vice. He said it's "fate" that he should find me…
Rackam: Vice, you hound! I didn't know Katalina was your type.
Katalina: Wait, what!
Viceroy: Lyria, you gotta help me out here! Just a small lock of hair is all I need!
Lyria: What! What is this all about?
Katalina: Huh?
Katalina spins around and finds Vice has gone over to Lyria and is begging and pleading on the ground.
Rackam: Now on to Lyria, huh? Hahaha! You are a fickle one, my friend!
Katalina: What nerve…
Rackam: Oh, what could have been, eh, Katalina?
Katalina: (Sigh)… Oh, shut up! Don't be stupid! We need to put a stop to this.
The crew questions Viceroy on his strange behavior.
Crestfallen, he explains his story…
Viceroy: I heard about it from a blacksmith who had traveled to the far east.
Viceroy: According to island legend, you can make incredible swords by melting a woman's hair into the iron.
Rackam: Yeah, right! Sounds like a fairy tale to me. Putting hair in iron won't do anything, Vice.
Viceroy: Well, I dunno… I'd still like to try it for myself.
Viceroy: If I could make a sword like that, then I'd be that much closer to becoming a master artisan.
Viceroy: All I need is a woman's hair and my ultimate superalloy recipe will be complete. Then my teacher will finally recognize my skills!
Katalina: But…
Lyria: Yeah, I don't know…
Charming Merchant: Hee hee hee… I couldn't help but overhear your story.
No sooner do they hear her strange voice than the mysterious merchant from before appears.
Katalina: You again! You are simply incorrigible!
Charming Merchant: Now just hold on a moment! This isn't like before, I'm a new person now.
Katalina: Oh, that's believable! You're nothing but a crook!
Charming Merchant: I'm telling the truth! Look, I won't ask for a single rupie. This is my way of thanking you for earlier.
Vyrn: So you're going to help us for free? Seems a little suspicious…
Viceroy: It couldn't hurt to just hear her out, right?
Charming Merchant: Thank you, young man!
According to the merchant, there is a forest nearby where they can find a monster with long hair.
This monster's hair is particularly famous for its beauty and fetches a high price at bazaars.
Viceroy desperately wants some, so the crew sets off for the forest.
Vyrn: Hey, what if this is just another trick? It's hard enough finding any animals around here, much less a monster with long hair.
Lyria: I feel like there's something around here. (Captain), be on your guard!
Monster: Grooo!
Viceroy: Here it comes! Sorry, bud, but we need that hair!

Metal Maniacs: Scene 3

Once he finally has the monster hair, Viceroy hurries to make his sword. After it's completed, the crew is awestruck at its perfection. However, an unexpected visitor arrives and warns them that a sword made using materials from a monster will lead to disaster.



With the monster defeated, Viceroy collects its hair and hurries to fire up the oven.
Viceroy: All done!
Viceroy: Here, check it out! Notice the sturdy, yet graceful curve. Stunning, is it not?
Katalina: My goodness… I have to admit, that really does look spectacular.
Vyrn: You did it, Vice!
Lyria: Yes, well done!
With his work finally complete and praised by all around him, Viceroy smiles with satisfaction and breathes a sigh of relief…
When all of a sudden, an unexpected visitor arrives.
Any version of Galadar is a crew member

Galadar: Buwahahaha! Just as ah suspected!
Viceroy: Master Craftsman Galadar?
Viceroy: What are you doing here? I never thought I'd see you on the ship!
Lyria: Vice, you mean Galadar is the teacher you spoke of earlier?
Vyrn: Wait a minute! He's been on board the whole time!
Viceroy: Oh, really? Well, then you should've said something! I would've gone to see you!
Galadar: Buwahahaha! It's no problem, laddie. Ah've heard a lot about what yeh've been up to and it sounds like yeh've been working hard!
Viceroy: Th-thank you, sir!
Galadar: But I'm afraid this time yeh worked a little too hard…
Viceroy: What do you mean, sir?
Galadar: Laddie, what yeh have here is a rather curious blade.
Viceroy: My sword? What's wrong with it?
Galadar: Here, let me give it a wee look.
Galadar snatches the beautiful sword out of Viceroy's hands.
He eyes it carefully, inspecting the craftsmanship.
Galadar: Just as ah thought! Yeh've used yeti hair. That's how you got it to shine so nicely.
Viceroy: Incredible! That's exactly right, sir! I failed so many times before, but I finally came up with this masterpiece!
Galadar: Unfortunately, yeh not the first.
Viceroy: What?
Galadar: When ah was about your age, and still an inexperienced blacksmith, ah used the same method.
Viceroy: Really? You did?
Galadar: Aye, it's not so surprising. All the finest craftsmen should know this one.
Viceroy: But… I didn't…
Galadar: Haha! There's actually one more thing yeh didn't know…
Galadar: Forging a weapon using materials from a monster like this is certain teh bring about great disaster.
Viceroy: Great… disaster?
Monster's voice: GRRROOOAAARRR!
Galadar: Haha! Right on cue!
No version of Galadar in crew

Artisan: Wahahaha! Exactly as the master said!
Viceroy: Hey, don't you work in the workshop? What are you doing here?
Artisan: I've heard about what you've been up to! You know you've been making the boss worried.
Viceroy: I have? You've got to be joking! I wasn't doing anything bad!
Artisan: Wahahaha! Then what's that in your hand?
Artisan: Let me guess… You made an alloy with yeti hair and iron, then forged it into this fine item you have here, yes?
Viceroy: That's amazing! You have quite the eye!
Artisan: And if all the master artisans say the same thing, you know what that means, right?
Viceroy: No…
Artisan: It means you're not the first!
Viceroy: So then there were others…
Artisan: Indeed there were. Ages ago, our very own Galadar did the same!
Viceroy: Woah, really?
Artisan: Just like you, he realized that he could make a powerful weapon by using materials collected from monsters.
Artisan: However, what you didn't realize was that doing so would bring about a great disaster.
Viceroy: A disaster… But there's nothing wrong with my sword…
Monster's voice: GRRROOOAAARRR!
Artisan: Hehehe! Looks like he found you!
Monster: GRRROOOAAARRR!

Metal Maniacs: Scene 4

The sword that Viceroy has made using monster hair turns out to have the additional effect of attracting monsters. Viceroy slumps his shoulders in disappointment and has no choice but to get rid of the dangerous blade. However, he is not one to stay sad for long, and after getting a short pep talk, returns back to his positive self.



Despite having successfully fended off the beast, Viceroy is still in a state of shock.
His shoulders are slumped and he barely has the energy to raise his head.
Any version of Galadar is a crew member

Galadar: Guwahahaha! I think now yeh understand!
Galadar: Haha! Now consider again why it is I'm traveling around the world and collecting weapons.
With that said, Galadar takes the strange sword from Viceroy.
Viceroy: Man… I was so sure that I'd finally made a great sword that you'd be proud of…
Viceroy: But in reality, I was the only one who was convinced. I'm still not as good as you. Man, I'm such an idiot!
Galadar: Hey, what are yeh saying!
Galadar: Just don't get ahead of yehself. Yeh not going to catch up with me that easily!
Viceroy: But I'm such a screw-up… Argh! I just wanted you to be proud of me! That's why I tried so hard.
Galadar: Haha! It's not about getting recognition! Besides, someday, yeh'll have to teach me a thing or two!
Viceroy: Really?
Galadar: That's right. When I was your age, ah couldnae make a sword like that. Take some pride in what yeh can do!
Galadar: Gahahaha! Just keep at it, all right, Vice?
Viceroy: Thank you, sir!
No version of Galadar in crew

Artisan: Well, I think you get it now.
Artisan: See, you need to consider again why it is the boss is traveling around the world and collecting weapons.
With that said, the artisan takes the strange sword from Viceroy.
Viceroy: Man… I was so sure that I'd finally made a great sword that you'd be proud of…
Viceroy: But in reality, I was the only one who was convinced. I'm still not as good as you. Man, I'm such an idiot!
Artisan: Hey, what are yeh saying!
Artisan: Don't get ahead of yourself! You're not going to catch up to the boss that easily!
Viceroy: But I'm such a screw-up… Argh! I just wanted you to be proud of me! That's why I tried so hard.
Artisan: Ah, but that's not so important. And even if he doesn't give you recognition, I still will.
Viceroy: You… you will?
Artisan: You know, when the boss was your age, he couldn't make a sword like that.
Artisan: Buwahaha! You may not get what I'm saying, but it's the darn truth!
Viceroy: Thank you, sir!
The road to making the ultimate superalloy is a long and winding one, but Viceroy will never give up.
He looks straight ahead and, with a will as strong as iron, vows to do the best he can.