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| - |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Gifts of the Griffon - Southern San d'Oria (S) |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Louxiard: This is Watchdog Alley. Have you come to view the Orc prisoner? Louxiard: He's right over there. The Royal Knights caught the fiend and threw him in a cage as a warning to his foul brethren. Louxiard: This Orc appears to speak our language surprisingly well. You may approach if you wish. Darvylle: (Blast...Someone's coming...) Orcish Captive: W-wait! We're not done here, Darvylle! Orcish Captive: Hm...? Orcish Captive: H-hello, kind stranger! Listen to my tale...if it please you! Orcish Captive: I understand that you may be loath to believe one in my situation... Orcish Captive: But I am, in actual fact, an Elvaan--a descendant of House Aurchiat. Orcish Captive: This unlovely form is the result of a witch's curse. Orcish Captive: Behold this signet ring. It bears the coat of arms of House Aurchiat, and is all I retain of my identity. Orcish Captive: The Temple Knight here before you was the merciful Sir Darvylle. He chose to believe my tale. Orcish Captive: He also chose to leave me with a ring of keys--including the one to this cage. Orcish Captive: Without a thought for his own position, Sir Darvylle is graciously allowing me one last look at the faces of my beloved family... Orcish Captive: I could not let fear make a mockery of his generosity. Orcish Captive: Yet when I stretched out a hand to work the lock on the outside of the cage, I was stymied... Orcish Captive: These cursed Orc arms are as thick as table hams! I could not fit my limbs through the bars! Orcish Captive: Ugh... Orcish Captive: I promise not to flee. Will you not open the cage in my stead? Open the cage?
* Give me the keys, then. <---Skip the following marked dialogue and continues the cutscene
* Nice try. <---Repeats the following marked dialogue Orcish Captive: My dear wife and doting child abide in my estate... Orcish Captive: If I might peek in...if only from the shadows... I must see my family once more while my heart yet beats! Orcish Captive: Thank you! Orcish Captive: I shall return the keys myself. I cannot have the guards believing you aided in my escape. Orcish Captive: Now I must away before the alarm is raised. Orcish Captive: Blessed child of Altana! If only I could meet you as my true self! Louxiard: Have a nice conversation with our Orcish "guest"? Where did he learn to speak so eloquently, I wonder... |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Gifts of the Griffon - Southern San d'Oria (S) |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Zone at least once and return to Louxiard. Louxiard: That chatty Orc has escaped! Louxiard: But not before releasing all the other prisoners... Louxiard: There is evidence at the scene that the Orc was supplied with a pinch of prism powder. We have a traitor in our midst. Louxiard: The escape was noticed after the changing of the guard. Could this have happened during my watch...? Louxiard: We have every able-bodied Temple Knight available assigned to the search, but...hm? Excenmille: If the knights choose to do nothing, then the Young Griffons will take matters into their own hands! Alphonimile: Excenmille...Leave military matters to your elders. Now, return home and cease this unseemly conduct. Excenmille: ...!!! Excenmille: That is your answer to everything, Father! It is the same tired answer you gave when-- ??? : Excenmille! <-- To avoid confusion, that is Rahal (S). Excenmille: Rahal. What is afoot? Rahal: Bistillot's work is complete! Excenmille: Truly!? Rahal: Yes! We must make haste to the meeting place. Excenmille: (turning to his father) It shall be the Young Griffons who end this war! The elders of this kingdom couldn't be trusted to lace their own boots! Louxiard: Who is that, you ask? That, my friend, is Count Alphonimile M Aurchiat, a Royal Knight and lord of the territory of Norvallen. Alphonimile: (talking to himself) I have only myself to blame for the behavior of my son and heir... Alphonimile: Ever since the incident when the Bloodwing Horde enclosed the capital in their merciless grip, the streets have grown increasingly dangerous. Alphonimile: Our high-ranking knights are being targeted by Tonberry assassins. Why, General Mouchand of the Temple Knights was slain not three days ago. Alphonimile: And now we have this incident with prisoners running free. The security of San d'Oria is compromised. We must all be on our guard. Louxiard: The count has not had time to rest since the Battle of Jugner. Louxiard: If he had but mobilized a larger force during that battle, the Knights of Norvallen might still be with us today... Louxiard: And with the loss of General Mouchand, Count Aurchiat will have a hard time coordinating the actions of the Royal and Temple Knights. Louxiard: It also appears we face a cunning adversary in the Orcs, if that prison break is truly of their making. Louxiard: Perhaps the Young Griffons will become our last bastion of hope, after all... I jest, of course. Louxiard: Who are the Young Griffons? Ah, merely a name those enthusiastic youths have given to themselves. Louxiard: They employ the small courtyard further into Watchdog Alley as a meeting place. I hear they don't appreciate intrusions into their "territory." |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Gifts of the Griffon - Southern San d'Oria (S) |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Head to the Young Griffons meeting place and talk to Rholont Rholont: Hold where you are, intruder! This is the territory of the Young Griffons! State your business, or begone! ???: (out of an orcish warmachine) Do you mind, Rholont? You're awfully loud, and it's very hard to concentrate... <-- This time its Bistillot. ???: Now, if I push this while twisting that... Rholont: Th-the captain and lieutenant have returned! Excenmille: Young Griffons! Fall in! Rholont: (saluting) Captain Excenmille! Lieutenant Rahal! Welcome back from your mission! Excenmille: At ease, Sentinel Rholont. Excenmille: Engineer Bistillot! Bistillot: Some quiet, if you please, Captain. Excenmille: Come out of there and let's see this-- Rahal: (while staring at you) Excenmille... Excenmille: Hm? What is it? Rahal: We have an intruder. Excenmille: Why is there an elder here!? Excenmille: Sentinel Rholont! You have not forgotten the third rule, I trust? Rholont: (saluting) No, sir! Rholont: The third rule of the Young Griffon charter states that no elder may be permitted entrance into our territory! Excenmille: Then why have you been remiss in your duty!? Excenmille: You there! Excenmille: I know not your business here, but you are trespassing on Young Griffon land. Begone at once! Rholont: Captain Excenmille! Excenmille: Now what!? Rholont: Royal Squire Altennia approaches! Altennia: Well, well. Are we all playing nicely together? Altennia: Your vigilance is to be commended, Sentinel Rholont. Rholont: (saluting) You honor me, Squire Altennia! Altennia: Hello? Is this a new member of your merry band, Excenmille? Excenmille: This cad!? Most certainly not! She is trespassing in our territory! Altennia: Is that so? Altennia: Greetings, I am Altennia of House Borel, a Royal Squire. Altennia: And you are...? Altennia: A pleasure to meet you, . Excenmille: Squire Altennia. Please interrogate the intruder elsewhere! Altennia: Very well, no need to pull rank, Captain. Altennia: Shall we speak where we shan't disturb our brave young knights? Altennia: It appears some matter weighs heavily on your mind. Excenmille: Let the War Council come to order! Altennia: You were taken in by an Orc's trickery and aided in his escape? Altennia: ... Altennia: I find myself inclined to believe you. No one could invent such an unlikely tale. Altennia: An Orc bearing a unicorn signet ring and claiming to belong to House Aurchiat...? And then there's the matter of Temple Knight Darvylle and his ring of keys. Altennia: But how could this Orc have the signet ring of House Aurchiat? Altennia: It is carried on the person of Count Alphonimile at all times... Altennia: And why would Sir Darvylle...? I think I have an idea. Altennia: Would you listen to my request, ? Altennia: I want you to act as a guardian for these children. Altennia: With all the strange happenings about the city these days, I fear for their safety. Altennia: I would prefer to shoulder that responsibility myself, but my duties keep me busy. Altennia: In return, I shall keep your part in the prison break just between you and me. Altennia: Young Griffons! I told you would allow her to join your order. Excenmille: Y-you what!? Squire Altennia! This was not discussed! I shan't allow it! Rholont: I support your decision, Captain Excenmille! Rahal: As do I. This flies in the face of everything for which the Young Griffons stand. Bistillot: We are unanimous. The risks of embracing an untested stranger into our order are astro-- Altennia: Pish-posh! Now stop being so unfriendly and welcome your new member. Altennia: Now, I must return to my post. I do not want to hear of any bickering while I am gone! Excenmille: You cannot do this! Take this intruder with you! Rahal: What do we do, Captain? Excenmille: ... Excenmille: Engineer Bistillot. Is your project truly complete? Bistillot: Yes, Captain. I had to leave some of the finer details to an expert, but now that I think about it, the construction should not have been so complicated. Bistillot: The shell, to start with-- Excenmille: All I wanted to know was if it was finished or not! Bistillot: I know, Captain. I was merely testing your patience. Bistillot: You'll find the plumes d'or inside that box. Excenmille: Excellent. Excenmille: Intruder! Ah, I mean, ! Excenmille: I have devised a way to test your suitability for the Young Griffons. Rahal: Are you sure about this, Captain? Excenmille: Positive! If this new recruit can follow my orders to the letter, I may just find a place for her at the next council meeting. Excenmille: Listen up, recruit! I have a task for you! Excenmille: You are to distribute these plumes d'or to the elders we name. They are simply...good luck charms. Excenmille: Sentinel Rholont. Read aloud the names of our targets. Rholont: Sir! Yes, sir! Rholont: Ahem... The targets are as follows. Rholont: Count Alphonimile M Aurchiat of the Royal Knights! Rholont: However, he is quite busy, so it is permitted to leave his charm with City Guard Louxiard. Rholont: Continuing on! Iron Ram Captain Rongelouts N Distaud! Rholont: Royal Knight Sabiliont! Rholont: Royal Guard Lieutenant Phillieulais! Hmm, he is on field duty, but can be reached through Royal Knight Machionage! Rholont: Temple Knight Darvylle! Out of the city? Then you are to leave it with Temple Knight Loillie! Rholont: And lastly, Temple Knight Elnonde and Temple Knight Illeuse! Rholont: Seven elders in total! Excenmille: You heard him, recruit! Deliver those charms! On the double! You obtain 7 plumes d'or! |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Gifts of the Griffon - Southern San d'Oria (S) |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Delivering the plumes d'or. Machionage: This charm is to be delivered to Lieutenant Phillieulais? I shall hold onto it until he returns from the battlefield. Louxiard: You wish me to hand this to Count Aurchiat? Very well. The captain of the Young Griffons must worry for his father's safety... Illeuse: The Young Griffons sent you? Ah, I see. A gesture of support from one knightly order to another. The Temple Knights must strive to meet their high expectations! Rongelouts N Distaud: A good luck charm from the Young Griffons? Rongelouts N Distaud: I need nothing more than my sword arm to protect me from harm! And you can pass that on to those impudent young maggots! Rongelouts N Distaud: Hmph, I suppose it was offered in good faith. I shall take it, then. Sabiliont: A charm from the Young Griffons? Splendid! I shall wear it into battle with pride. Send my thanks to those thoughtful lads! Elnonde: From the Young Griffons...? What a compassionate gesture. May Altana watch over their gentle hearts... Loillie: Ah, what a pretty...feather. And this is for Sir Darvylle, you say? He will be thrilled, I am sure... |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Gifts of the Griffon - Southern San d'Oria (S) |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Returning to the Young Griffons Rholont: How fares your mission? I shall stand fast until Captain Excenmille arrives! Excenmille: Is everyone assembled? And what of the recruit...? Excenmille: Hmm. So, you completed your mission? Excenmille: Very well, ! You have earned the right to attend our next council meeting. As much as I loathe this decision, a knight's word is his honor. Excenmille: And this is from Squire Altennia. I know not its use. Excenmille: Attention! The next War Council will take place here at the usual time! Excenmille: Dismissed! Obtained: Deathstone. |}
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