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| - |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Confessions of Royalty - Northern San d'Oria |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |:Present Raillefal's letter? Yes. No. <----- Chose this option! Guilerme: You stand before Chateau d'Oraguille. If you've no business here, begone! Present Raillefal's letter? Yes. <----- Chose this option! No. Guilerme: A letter for Monarlais Halver? Guilerme: The penmanship is atrocious... I cannot make out the addressee. Bacherume: Let me see that. Bacherume: The sender is... Who is it from? Prince Trion. <----- Chose this option! Sage Raillefal. The mercenary Raillefal. Bacherume: Ahahaha! A member of the royal family would never have such abominable penmanship! Who is it from? Prince Trion. Sage Raillefal. <----- Chose this option! The mercenary Raillefal. Bacherume: Ahahaha! A sage, you say? They write in characters that we simple folk cannot decipher... Who is it from? Prince Trion. Sage Raillefal. The mercenary Raillefal. <----- Chose this option! Bacherume: Ahahaha! Well, we must do the mercenary's bidding now, mustn't we? Bacherume: But if this letter is truly meant for Monarlais Halver as you say, then we must see that he receives it... Guilerme: I have it! I shall deliver this letter myself. We cannot allow riffraff from the gutter to simply waltz into the chateau. Guilerme: But I will take your name for the records, of course. Guilerme: Player name, is it? Wait here. Guilerme: You there! That letter of your drained the color from Monarlais Halver's face! Guilerme: Come with me! |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Confessions of Royalty (pt.1) - Chateau d'Oraguille |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Halver: So, you are Player name. The guards tell me you were the one to deliver this letter... Halver: What have we here? Halver: This carrion worm scrawl... I have seen its like before... Halver: The person who entrusted you with this message... Halver: Ahaha... I should not say such things of our dear prince... Halver: Though I am correct, am I not...? Halver: This letter is from the heir to the throne of San d'Oria, the Prince Royal, Trion I d'Oraguille! Bacherume: !? Guilerme: It cannot be... That awful penmanship... Halver: I am mistaken, you say? Halver: This letter was written by one Sage Raillefal? But this chocobo scratch could only be the work of Prince Trion... Halver: I shall prove it to you. I have long attended to the prince and encountered many opportunities to decipher his...unique...style of writing... Halver: A moment, if you will... Halver: ... Halver: ??? Halver: Astril Condes...? Astral Wand...? Uar...? Halver: This truly is atrocious... Halver: I have no doubt this letter is from Prince Trion! Halver: But I am afraid I cannot make out the meaning... Rahal: Monarlais Halver. You look troubled. Perhaps I may be of assistance? Halver: ! Halver: General Rahal. Your offer of aid is most generous, however... Rahal: No need to be so humble. You have one of Trion's indecipherable letters, do you not? Halver: How could you know...? Rahal: I have my sources... Rahal: Some days ago, Prince Trion abandoned the signing of some official documents... Rahal: He placed a mannequin in his chair, and fled the chateau in the dead of night... Halver: At least it was not a forest hare this time... Rahal: That is when I had Travialce here shadow the prince's movements. He has had training in the arts of the ninja. Rahal: Please continue the tale, Travialce. Travialce: Sir. Prince Trion first made his way to Mhaura and passed himself off as an adventurer. Halver: Dear Altana... A member of the royal family traipsing about as an "adventurer"... Halver: The court will be mortified. Travialce: From there, His Highness boarded a ferry bound for the shores of Aht Urhgan... Halver: Aht Urhgan!? And then? Travialce: I quickly slipped aboard as well, and guarded the royal person from the shadows. Travialce: The ferry safely arrived in Al Zahbi with the prince none the wiser of my presence. Travialce: After entering the city, Prince Trion headed straight to a mercenary company and apparently signed some sort of contract. Halver: A contract!? Surely not with his own name? This could escalate into an international crisis! Travialce: There is nothing to fear on that count. His Highness travels the Empire under the assumed name of "Raillefal." Halver: So no one in Al Zahbi is aware of his true identity? Travialce: I wouldn't say that, milord... The prince is wearing a suit of guilded gold armor and is not subtle in his information gathering. Halver: Great Goddess... Then he is not disguised at all? Travialce: No, milord. Travialce: Come to think of it, I have seen this adventurer's face in the very same mercenary company... Travialce: This letter must be the very same document I witnessed in the prince's hand at the Shararat Teahouse. Rahal: I am wounded that Prince Trion does not have more trust in us, his loyal subjects... Rahal: And I do wish he would act with a little more discretion. Halver: That is a matter we shall discuss anon... Halver: First, we must learn the reason for Prince Trion's seemingly frequent trips to the nation of Aht Urhgan. Halver: What is the current state of the Near East? Is the prince in any danger? Rahal: Do not be concerned. Rahal: I am sure that Travialce has learned much from following the prince. Please enlighten us. Travialce: Sir. Raillefal...ah, Prince Trion, investigated the following facts. Travialce: Four years ago, Jalzahn, the former Emperor of Aht Urhgan, and his wife both succumbed to the same illness... Halver: Yes, I remember... The Kingdom of San d'Oria sent her condolences. The illness was quite virulent, as I recall... Travialce: The beastmen who dwell on the western borders of the nation used this as an opportunity to cease offering tributes. Halver: Hmph. What more would you expect from those savages? Travialce: Though the Empire's long war with the eastern nations was at a stalemate, they could not afford to grow complacent. Travialce: The main body of the Imperial Army remained focused on the east... Travialce: Meanwhile, the beastmen of the Mamool Ja Savagelands and Halvung Territory unfurled a banner of rebellion on the abandoned western front. It was not long before they were joined by an army known as the "Undead Swarm"... Rahal: The military might of San d'Oria is fully occupied with the Orcish horde alone. If it were three separate armies... Rahal: Even a mighty nation like Aht Urhgan must flounder... Travialce: Of a certain, sir. The capital itself has recently been the target of beastman invasions. Travialce: Aht Urhgan now finds herself without the resources to even repair the walls of Al Zahbi... Halver: No matter how impressive a swordsman Prince Trion is, we cannot allow him to remain in such a dangerous place. Halver: I must take this matter up with those responsible for protecting the royal household. Halver: Bring me General Curilla! Halver: General Curilla. It appears a member of the Royal Knights has managed to track down the location of our wayward prince. Curilla: And where, pray tell, would that be? Halver: The Empire of Aht Urhgan. Curilla: Aht Urhgan... Curilla: The nation recruiting mercenaries? Rahal: Yes. Curilla: Then it stands to reason that the Temple Knights should stand little chance of finding the prince. Halver: I seem to recall ordering you to take measures that would prevent this sort of thing from happening again. Am I mistaken? Curilla: No, Monarlais Halver. I have been derelict in my duty. Halver: It is good that you recognize your failings, but you shall be made to take responsibility for this situation. Curilla: Yes, milord. Curilla: Forgive my directness, Monarlais Halver, but I feel I must ask. Curilla: Why would Prince Trion travel to such a distant land? Does he feel so strongly about the Empire? Halver: Prince Trion visited Al Zahbi once before, when the Emperor was yet hale and healthy. Halver: The incident that occurred is most likely connected to all this... Curilla: ? Halver: However, now is not the time to be telling tales of the past. Halver: This matter has grown beyond the realm of our judgement. We must bring this letter to Prince Pieuje immediately. Halver: Prince Pieuje! Pieuje: What is all this commotion? Pieuje: How like Trion to rush off without so much as a word... He has earned a reputation for action before thought. Halver: Your Highness. This is the letter we believe to have been penned by your brother. Halver: Travialce may have provided enough keys to unlock this rambling script... Halver: This may require some time... Pieuje: Hmph. There is no need to convene a meeting of linguists, Halver. Let me see this letter. Pieuje: This time, my brother's actions may have a positive side... Pieuje: He writes on the current state of the Empire. Pieuje: We must turn our attention to the Near East, where a battle on the scale of the Crystal War is brewing... Rahal: What on Vana'diel is happening over there...? Pieuje: There is an overwhelming reason for the beastman attacks on Al Zahbi. I will read to you what my brother has written, word for word. Pieuje: "At the center of this conflict is a treasure known as the Astral Candescence. Pieuje: "This object emits an enchanting melody, unheard by mortal ears. Pieuje: "This melody envelops and fills those nearby with a boundless energy, be they person or beastman. Pieuje: "The citizens of Al Zahbi call this melody the Astral Wind." Halver: I believe I have come to understand Prince Trion's apprehensions. Rahal: You are not alone in that feeling. Pieuje: Then we are in agreement. Pieuje: Halver, have messengers sent to the other nations immediately. Pieuje: We must convene an emergency meeting of the nations. Halver: Understood, Your Highness. And the location? Pieuje: The location... Send a request to Jeuno to secure a meeting room in the Grand Duke Palace. Halver: At once. Curilla: Prince Pieuje. What shall be done about Prince Trion's frequent excursions outside of the kingdom? Curilla: I do not wish to be rude, but we are well aware of how the prince reacts to attempts to dissuade him from his course... Pieuje: That is true. Pieuje: Having the heir to the throne playing at being a mercenary will not improve San d'Oria's image in the eyes of the world. Pieuje: But the solution is simple. I shall write my brother a letter. Curilla: A letter, Your Highness? Pieuje: Yes. I have an idea. Pieuje: But I shall need a volunteer to deliver it safely to Al Zahbi... Rahal: I suggest Travialce. He is well versed in the geography of the region. Pieuje: Excellent. Let it be done. Travialce: I will not fail you, Your Highness. Halver: Your Highness, this is Player name. He/She brought Prince Trion's letter back from the Near East. Pieuje: Is that so? I do not approve of my brother's rash actions, but he does have an eye for trustworthy messengers. Pieuje: Player name. I am sure you are exhausted from your long journey, but your presence will be required at the meeting in Jeuno. Pieuje: We may have need of your testimony. Halver: Player name. Arrangements for the meeting will be made in all haste. Halver: Make your way to Jeuno as soon as your preparations are complete. Halver: I never thought the situation to be this grave... |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Confessions of Royalty (pt.2) - Chateau d'Oraguille |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Halver: Player name. As you are likely aware, all matters concerning the royal family pass through me. Show him Raillefal's letter? Of course. <----- Chose this option! Not a chance. Halver: What have we here? Halver: A letter...with writing so terrible I cannot even read that I am the intended recipient. Halver: This carrion worm scrawl... I have seen its like before... Halver: The person who entrusted you with this message... Halver: The "Lord of Illegibility," as I would call him... Halver: I am certain... This letter is from the heir to the throne of San d'Oria, the Prince Royal, Trion I d'Oraguille! Halver: I am mistaken, you say? Halver: This letter was written by one Sage Raillefal? But this chocobo scratch could only be the work of Prince Trion... Halver: I shall prove it to you. I have long attended to the prince and encountered many opportunities to decipher his...unique...style of writing... Halver: A moment, if you will... Halver: ... Halver: ??? Halver: Astril Condes...? Astral Wand...? Uar...? Halver: This truly is atrocious... Halver: I have no doubt this letter is from Prince Trion! Halver: But I am afraid I cannot make out the meaning... Rahal: Monarlais Halver. You look trouble. Perhaps I may be of assistance? Halver: ! Halver: General Rahal. Your offer of aid is most generous, however... Rahal: No need to be so humble. You have one of Trion's indecipherable letters, do you not? Halver: How could you know...? Rahal: I have my sources... Rahal: Some days ago, Prince Trion abandoned the signing of some official documents... Rahal: He placed a mannequin in his chair, and fled the chateau in the dead of night... Halver: At least it was not a forest hare this time... Rahal: That is when I had Travialce here shadow the prince's movements. He has had training in the arts of the ninja. Rahal: Please continue the tale, Travialce. Travialce: Sir. Prince Trion first made his way to Mhaura and passed himself off as an adventurer. Halver: Dear Altana... A member of the royal family traipsing about as an "adventurer"... Halver: The court will be mortified. Travialce: From there, His Highness boarded a ferry bound for the shores of Aht Urhgan... Halver: Aht Urhgan!? And then? Travialce: I quickly slipped aboard as well, and guarded the royal person from the shadows. Travialce: The ferry safely arrived in Al Zahbi with the prince none the wiser of my presence. Travialce: After entering the city, Prince Trion headed straight to a mercenary company and apparently signed some sort of contract. Halver: A contract!? Surely not with his own name? This could escalate into an international crisis! Travialce: There is nothing to fear on that count. His Highness travels the Empire under the assumed name of "Raillefal." Halver: So no one in Al Zahbi is aware of his true identity? Travialce: I wouldn't say that, milord... The prince is wearing a suit of guilded gold armor and is not subtle in his information gathering. Halver: Great Goddess... Then he is not disguised at all? Travialce: No, milord. Travialce: Come to think of it, I have seen this adventurer's face in the very same mercenary company... Travialce: This letter must be the very same document I witnessed in the prince's hand at the Shararat Teahouse. Rahal: I am wounded that Prince Trion does not have more trust in us, his loyal subjects... Rahal: And I do wish he would act with a little more discretion. Halver: That is a matter we shall discuss anon... Halver: First, we must learn the reason for Prince Trion's seemingly frequent trips to the nation of Aht Urhgan. Halver: What is the current state of the Near East? Is the prince in any danger? Rahal: Do not be concerned. Rahal: I am sure that Travialce has learned much from following the prince. Please enlighten us. Travialce: Sir. Raillefal...ah, Prince Trion, investigated the following facts. Travialce: Four years ago, Jalzahn, the former Emperor of Aht Urhgan, and his wife both succumbed to the same illness... Halver: Yes, I remember... The Kingdom of San d'Oria sent her condolences. The illness was quite virulent, as I recall... Travialce: The beastmen who dwell on the western borders of the nation used this as an opportunity to cease offering tributes. Halver: Hmph. What more would you expect from those savages? Travialce: Though the Empire's long war with the eastern nations was at a stalemate, they could not afford to grow complacent. Travialce: The main body of the Imperial Army remained focused on the east... Travialce: Meanwhile, the beastmen of the Mamool Ja Savagelands and Halvung Territory unfurled a banner of rebellion on the abandoned western front. It was not long before they were joined by an army known as the "Undead Swarm"... Rahal: The military might of San d'Oria is fully occupied with the Orcish horde alone. If it were three separate armies... Rahal: Even a mighty nation like Aht Urhgan must flounder... Travialce: Of a certain, sir. The capital itself has recently been the target of beastman invasions. Travialce: Aht Urhgan now finds herself without the resources to even repair the walls of Al Zahbi... Halver: No matter how impressive a swordsman Prince Trion is, we cannot allow him to remain in such a dangerous place. Halver: I must take this matter up with those responsible for protecting the royal household. Halver: Bring me General Curilla! Halver: General Curilla. It appears a member of the Royal Knights has managed to track down the location of our wayward prince. Curilla: And where, pray tell, would that be? Halver: The Empire of Aht Urhgan. Curilla: Aht Urhgan... Curilla: The nation recruiting mercenaries? Rahal: Yes. Curilla: Then it stands to reason that the Temple Knights should stand little chance of finding the prince. Halver: I seem to recall ordering you to take measures that would prevent this sort of thing from happening again. Am I mistaken? Curilla: No, Monarlais Halver. I have been derelict in my duty. Halver: It is good that you recognize your failings, but you shall be made to take responsibility for this situation. Curilla: Yes, milord. Curilla: Forgive my directness, Monarlais Halver, but I feel I must ask. Curilla: Why would Prince Trion travel to such a distant land? Does he feel so strongly about the Empire? Halver: Prince Trion visited Al Zahbi once before, when the Emperor was yet hale and healthy. Halver: The incident that occurred is most likely connected to all this... Curilla: ? Halver: However, now is not the time to be telling tales of the past. Halver: This matter has grown beyond the realm of our judgement. We must bring this letter to Prince Pieuje immediately. Halver: Prince Pieuje! Pieuje: What is all this commotion? Pieuje: How like Trion to rush off without so much as a word... He has earned a reputation for action before thought. Halver: Your Highness. This is the letter we believe to have been penned by your brother. Halver: Travialce may have provided enough keys to unlock this rambling script... Halver: This may require some time... Pieuje: Hmph. There is no need to convene a meeting of linguists, Halver. Let me see this letter. Pieuje: This time, my brother's actions may have a positive side... Pieuje: He writes on the current state of the Empire. Pieuje: We must turn our attention to the Near East, where a battle on the scale of the Crystal War is brewing... Rahal: What on Vana'diel is happening over there...? Pieuje: There is an overwhelming reason for the beastman attacks on Al Zahbi. I will read to you what my brother has written, word for word. Pieuje: "At the center of this conflict is a treasure known as the Astral Candescence. Pieuje: "This object emits an enchanting melody, unheard by mortal ears. Pieuje: "This melody envelops and fills those nearby with a boundless energy, be they person or beastman. Pieuje: "The citizens of Al Zahbi call this melody the Astral Wind." Halver: I believe I have come to understand Prince Trion's apprehensions. Rahal: You are not alone in that feeling. Pieuje: Then we are in agreement. Pieuje: Halver, have messengers sent to the other nations immediately. Pieuje: We must convene an emergency meeting of the nations. Halver: Understood, Your Highness. And the location? Pieuje: The location... Send a request to Jeuno to secure a meeting room in the Grand Duke Palace. Halver: At once. Curilla: Prince Pieuje. What shall be done about Prince Trion's frequent excursions outside of the kingdom? Curilla: I do not wish to be rude, but we are well aware of how the prince reacts to attempts to dissuade him from his course... Pieuje: That is true. Pieuje: Having the heir to the throne playing at being a mercenary will not improve San d'Oria's image in the eyes of the world. Pieuje: But the solution is simple. I shall write my brother a letter. Curilla: A letter, Your Highness? Pieuje: Yes. I have an idea. Pieuje: But I shall need a volunteer to deliver it safely to Al Zahbi... Rahal: I suggest Travialce. He is well versed in the geography of the region. Pieuje: Excellent. Let it be done. Travialce: I will not fail you, Your Highness. Halver: Your Highness, this is Player name. He/She brought Prince Trion's letter back from the Near East. Pieuje: Is that so? I do not approve of my brother's rash actions, but he does have an eye for trustworthy messengers. Pieuje: Player name. I am sure you are exhausted from your long journey, but your presence will be required at the meeting in Jeuno. Pieuje: We may have need of your testimony. Halver: Player name. Arrangements for the meeting will be made in all haste. Halver: Make your way to Jeuno as soon as your preparations are complete. Halver: I never thought the situation to be this grave... Show him Raillefal's letter? Of course. Not a chance. <----- Chose this option! Halver: Hmmm. I had heard that the Empire of Aht Urhgan was desperately recruiting mercenaries, but to see one of their insignias with my own eyes... Halver: Player name, you have become a mercenary, have you not? |}
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