Scenario:Viceroy - The Superalloy

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The Superalloy

(Captain) and company come across a town that needs a sturdier jail, so they head to a nearby workshop to request that one be built. They meet Viceroy on the way, who turns out to be the workshop owner, and he agrees to build the new jail.



Rowdy Ruffian: Ha-ha! You call this iron? I could bend it with my pinky! Did you honestly think this could hold me?
The local militia's jail is so poorly constructed that anyone they lock up escapes in a hurry.
The citizens are understandably annoyed by this.
Hearing the commotion, (Captain) and company go and investigate.
Vyrn: Whoa, what's that supposed to be? Those iron bars look like they're about to fall off!
Militia Member: That's right, traveler. And it's embarrassing to go to all the trouble of apprehending criminals only to have them escape.
Vyrn: Why don't you just build a better jail?
Blacksmith: Ha-ha! If only we could. But unfortunately the best we can really manage is pots and kitchen knives.
Militia Member: Well, why not ask the guys working at the mountain workshop?
Blacksmith: What? The mountains? But you've heard the rumors. Don't be silly!
Vyrn: What rumors?
Militia Member: There's a workshop deep in the mountains filled with skilled engineers, but rumor has it they used to be bandits.
Lyria: Bandits? Oh my!
Blacksmith: They sound terrifying. I can't imagine anyone being willing to go.
Lyria: Don't worry. As long as I'm with (Captain), I'm not scared of anything.
Blacksmith: What? You're not?
Lyria: Besides, we're not the kind of people to just leave you in trouble like this.
Militia Member: Wow, you're so kind. We'd definitely appreciate any help you can offer. Please tell them we need a properly constructed jail.
Someone watches the proceedings from the shadows.
???: They seem like an interesting bunch.
As (Captain) and the others hurry along the path to the workshop, they're accosted by a young man.
Though they've never seen him before, he shows them a friendly smile and starts talking to them like he's known them for years.
???: I finally found you! I've been looking all over for people like you guys!
Lyria: Um... What do you mean?
???: Heh-heh... You're all heading to the workshop up in the mountains, right? Let me take you the rest of the way!
Vyrn: Huh? Why would you want to help us all of a sudden? You do realize that the mountains are supposedly home to bandits, right?
???: Heh-heh. Don't worry about that. I think you'll find me an excellent guide!
Vyrn: Hey, are we really gonna let that chatterbox tag along? We don't know anything about him.
Vyrn: Wait... Where'd he go? Did he get lost? Some guide he turned out to be!
Lyria: Oh no... What if something's happened to him?
(Captain) and company turn back to look for the young man.
They soon find him. He's digging a hole and whistling to himself.
???: Heh-heh. I finally found it! This is some high quality sand!
He picks up a handful of the glittering sand and puts it in his leather bag.
Vyrn: Heh-heh... He really looks like a kid when he plays in the sand like that.
(Captain) and company eventually reach the workshop, and they knock on its door with a great deal of trepidation.
Artisan: Wahaha! Well bless my tongs! Our first visitors in ages! Thanks for comin' all the way up into the mountains to see us.
Artisan: Hey, someone bring somethin' tasty for our guests! We gotta have some fruit layin' around!
The citizens' worries were for nothing. The artisans at the workshop turn out to be nice, friendly people.
Though they admit that they were once bandits, they gave up that life long ago.
They happily explain that they were taken in by a master blacksmith and have completely changed their ways.
Artisan: So you say the town at the foot of the mountains needs a new prison, huh?
Artisan: Wahaha! And you guys came all the way up here for that? You must be the most helpful people in the world!
Artisan: That makes it all the harder to say this, but I'm afraid we can't help you.
Vyrn: What? Don't tell me we came all this way for nothing!
Artisan: Problem is we need a certain material to make strong steel, and we're all out of it.
Lyria: Then let's go buy some. We'll help you get to the shop.
Artisan: Er, that ain't the problem. See, someone from the workshop already went into town to buy some, but we haven't heard from him in some time.
???: Heh-heh. Don't be silly. I've got all the material you need right here!
Artisan: Oh, that's it! That's just the sand we—urk! Master! When did you get back?
Vyrn: No way! This kid is your master blacksmith?
Lyria: What's going on? Is he someone important?
Artisan: He may look young, but this kid here's one of the greatest metallurgist alive today. He's also known as the Alloy Artisan.
???: Heh-heh... Stop it. You're making me blush.
Viceroy: Oh, I almost forgot. My name's Viceroy, but everyone calls me Vice!
As directed by Viceroy, the workers put the sand into the furnace and start making the steel for the jail.
They then lift the steel cage onto their shoulders and carry it down the mountain like a parade float.
Viceroy: Okay, everyone! Let's get this to the town, and then we can celebrate!
Viceroy: Another job well done! This might just be the finest jail in all the skies! Nothing's gonna break my superalloy.
Viceroy: Huh? Hey! Why am I inside the cell?
Viceroy looks puzzled by his incarceration.
Artisan: Isn't it obvious? We sent you out to buy materials, and you spent all our money partying!
Artisan: Plus you were a nuisance to just about everyone in town! What do you have to say for yourself?
Viceroy: Yeah, I guess I went overboard again. I'm so sorry, everyone.
Viceroy: I tend to enjoy my after-work drinks a bit too much, and I know I need to work on that.
Viceroy: You know what? Don't worry about paying for the jail cell! Just let me out!
Artisan: We really are sorry. And we'll keep an eye on him to make sure this doesn't happen again, so please let him go.
Vyrn: Agreed! These guys all worked really hard on this jail cell. The least you can do is let him out of it.
Lyria: Yes! Please let him out!
Viceroy: Y-you guys. I really appreciate you doing this for a screwup like me.
Militia Member: Well, I see that you have support from all kinds of people. You must not be such a bad egg after all.
Viceroy: (Captain), thanks a bunch. I'd probably still be in that cell if it weren't for you guys.
Vyrn: Heh-heh. Don't mention it.
Viceroy: You know, there's something I was thinking about while I made that cell.
Viceroy: Iron isn't enough on it's own. You need to mix it with something else to make it stronger.
Viceroy: Maybe people are the same. Maybe I need others to make me stronger. You think so too, right, (Captain)?
  1. Just come out and say it: you want in.
  2. I'd love to see you in action.


Choose: Just come out and say it: you want in.
Choose: I'd love to see you in action.

Viceroy: I knew I could count on you! I think if I travel with you, I'll uncover the secret to the ultimate superalloy!
When this metallurgist combines his metalworking skill with a supporting cast, he'd be polished into an even greater person.
Viceroy, the young alloy artisan, takes to the unknown skies in search of ways to make himself stronger.