WAXF Script
< Act 4-8 >
[On the Tactical Map, Chelle and a pair of kinsmen stand in the way.]
Chelle: It is time to settle this, Chevalet Blanc... We will offer your hides in the name of our kinship's most fervent of wishes!
Ragnar: Chelle... You have to understand by now.
So why...? Why are you repeating what Elesius did when they invaded your nation?!
Even if you get your land back that way, you won't get back the people who lived there...the livelihood they built for themselves over countless years.
Chelle: ...
Ragnar: Once a nation dies, there is no getting it back... How can you not understand that yet?!
[Chelle readies her claws.]
Chelle: And yet the soul in my body yearns for the homeland. This cannot be denied.
Mankind is weak... Our weakness is what makes us a kinship, and it demands a place to call its own!
Ragnar: You recognize the inherent weakness of man, yet you don't even try to become stronger?
Chelle: What...?!
Ragnar: Do you want to build a nation out of a bunch of wandering loners? Banded together just so they could lick each other's bruised egos?!
Chelle: Piedras Blancas orders us to fight, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett!!
[She swipes at the air.]
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: At first glance, the Zortroa before us seem to be few in number... It's as if they're inviting us to traverse these last few yards and pounce on them.
Labyrinthia: Perhaps they don't have any particular need to approach us on our terms.
They may have some method of extreme long-range attack...or they may already have fighters hidden around us as we speak.
Labyrinthia: Either way, we've got to figure out their method of attack if we want to fight them.
First figure out what they're up to, then to what you can to fend off the threat Chelle poses.
Chelle: We must retake our homeland... We must earn back our pride! Our future kinsmen deserve it as much as we do!
[The battle ends when all enemies are defeated. Chelle clutches loosely at her arm; she hangs her head, bangs covering her eyes.]
Ragnar: The only way we can end the fighting is to fight...
Ragnar: Because, as you say, humans are weak.
Ragnar: But even so...
Ragnar: We can become stronger. We must become stronger, and must find a way to put an end to war forever.
Chelle: Ragnar Blitz Lebrett...
Ragnar: We must not pass the seeds of war to future generations!
Ragnar: I want to find the strength to destroy this perpetual war machine... This endless cycle of hate, and anger, and misery.
Ragnar: That's what it's been about all along, Chelle. It wasn't Elesius that I yearned to destroy, but the system that churns out an endless series of wars!
Chelle: ...
Chelle: Do you really think humanity will ever find such strength...?
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: We can never stop the war machine until we do.
Chelle: Strength...
[Ragnar holds up his ARM.]
Ragnar: This...is a weapon of pure evil, crafted to make sport out of human life.
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: But even though we understand that, we still use them all the same. Is it because we've become dependent upon them...?
[Ragnar clenches his teeth.]
Ragnar: It is not!
[He closes his eyes.]
Ragnar: It may be only the slimmest of hopes, but these ARMs could give us a chance to stop the decay that is ravaging Filgaia.
Ragnar: Even an ARM born of the cruelest intentions may hold the key to saving the world.
Chelle: ...
[Ragnar holds his ARM down.]
Ragnar: It is easy to give up on something, to wash one's hands of it, to toss it away. Anyone can do that.
[He opens his eyes.]
Ragnar: But through the strength of our wills, we can transform these ARMs from weapons of evil into tools of hope!
Chelle: Is that even possible...? Can anything really change...?
Ragnar: You and I have changed. The loss of our homelands has transformed us both into tools of war.
Ragnar: But I would like to believe that, through sheer strength of will, even we can change back into regular people again!
Ragnar: No...I don't want to believe it--I DO believe it!
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: If strength of will can transform an ARM from a tool of war, it can surely do the same for us!
Chelle: You speak of a dream, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett.
Chelle: What you're trying to achieve is nothing more than a lofty ideal that you can never truly reach.
Ragnar: Yes, I know. But I'm not afraid to take the first step towards it. Because that's what strength of will is--taking that single step!
Chelle: And that strength of will... Can that free us from being tools of war...?
[Ragnar punches into his other hand.]
Ragnar: If we find true strength, we can destroy even the system that causes the wars!
[Chelle slowly looks up... and smiles.]
Chelle: Thank you, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett... I am glad to have met you.
Chelle: ...
Chelle: I must tell everyone...that if we can transform ourselves from tools of war, that we might once again regain our humanity...
Chelle: I must tell the countless Zortroa strewn throughout the battlefields of Filgaia...
[Chelle collapses to the ground. Ragnar kneels before her for a moment.]
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: We can't wait a moment longer. Let's hurry... We have to put an end to this war!
[A while later, the party finds Piedras Blancas.]
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas!
Ragnar: Will you step aside now? There's no longer any need for us to fight!
Ragnar: Chelle doesn't want that. Your own people don't want that!
Piedras: ...
[The screen begins shaking, slowly, then quickly. Ragnar clenches his teeth, frustrated.]
Ragnar: Do we really have to fight?!
[The screen shakes violently and a cut-in shows a giant worm shooting from the ground, destroying Piedras' wheelchair and grabbing him in its mandibles.]
Alexia: It's that monster from before!
Levin: Holy crap!
Levin: Man... That thing ate the old mummy in a single gulp!
[An illustration shows the party standing ready before the massive worm.]
Felius: No...
Felius: It didn't eat him--it IS him! He transformed!
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas is a monster...
Ragnar: A fitting end. You've transformed even yourself into a tool of war!
[The screen shakes briefly, and the monster speaks in an grotesquely deep voice.]
Piedras: ...I AM BURSTING WITH POWER...
Piedras: WITH THIS POWER, I CAN DESTROY MY ENEMIES...
Piedras: AND BUILD A KINGDOM THAT WILL PROSPER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS...
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas, don't deceive yourself! That power hasn't made you stronger!
Piedras: WHAT FOOL WOULD DENY IT...
[The screen shakes again.]
Ragnar: You haven't become strong. You've simply reduced yourself to a beast because you couldn't tolerate your own weakness!
Ragnar: There's nothing fearsome about you!
Piedras: RAGNAR BLITZ LEBRETT!!!
Ragnar: That's right!
Ragnar: Ragnar Blitz Lebrett--a manw ho fights with an understanding of human weakness, and a belief in human strength!
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: The leader of the Zortroa Kinship...Piedras Blancas. The monster he's fused with is a giant insect, one which probably burrows into the ground to move.
Labyrinthia: Such insects can pop out of the sandy ground without warning after traversing long distance underground...but it's doubtful they can penetrate through rock.
It'd be best to head for rocky terrain first, then launch a variety of long-range attacks from that safe position.
However, we'll need a strong offensive to penetrate that caparace...and that may require close-range combat.
Prepare for this battle carefully, and keep in mind that we may need to maneuver on the sand as well.
Labyrinthia: This monster eats people, feeding off their power and animosity. We have dignity on our side...and we must eliminate this hideous scourge from the land!
Piedras: YOU SHALL BE THE NEXT SACRIFICE TO MY KINGDOM!
[The battle ends when all enemies are defeated.]
Ragnar: Chelle, Piedras... All of the Zortroa kinsmen...
Ragnar: I won't forget you. After all, we are the same.
Ragnar: And so I swear to you... I will grow strong, in the true sense of the word.
Ragnar: And eventually a day will come, when people like you and I need never exist on Filgaia again...
[The screen turns black and the player is prompted to save.]
[On the Tactical Map, Chelle and a pair of kinsmen stand in the way.]
Chelle: It is time to settle this, Chevalet Blanc... We will offer your hides in the name of our kinship's most fervent of wishes!
Ragnar: Chelle... You have to understand by now.
So why...? Why are you repeating what Elesius did when they invaded your nation?!
Even if you get your land back that way, you won't get back the people who lived there...the livelihood they built for themselves over countless years.
Chelle: ...
Ragnar: Once a nation dies, there is no getting it back... How can you not understand that yet?!
[Chelle readies her claws.]
Chelle: And yet the soul in my body yearns for the homeland. This cannot be denied.
Mankind is weak... Our weakness is what makes us a kinship, and it demands a place to call its own!
Ragnar: You recognize the inherent weakness of man, yet you don't even try to become stronger?
Chelle: What...?!
Ragnar: Do you want to build a nation out of a bunch of wandering loners? Banded together just so they could lick each other's bruised egos?!
Chelle: Piedras Blancas orders us to fight, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett!!
[She swipes at the air.]
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: At first glance, the Zortroa before us seem to be few in number... It's as if they're inviting us to traverse these last few yards and pounce on them.
Labyrinthia: Perhaps they don't have any particular need to approach us on our terms.
They may have some method of extreme long-range attack...or they may already have fighters hidden around us as we speak.
Labyrinthia: Either way, we've got to figure out their method of attack if we want to fight them.
First figure out what they're up to, then to what you can to fend off the threat Chelle poses.
Chelle: We must retake our homeland... We must earn back our pride! Our future kinsmen deserve it as much as we do!
[The battle ends when all enemies are defeated. Chelle clutches loosely at her arm; she hangs her head, bangs covering her eyes.]
Ragnar: The only way we can end the fighting is to fight...
Ragnar: Because, as you say, humans are weak.
Ragnar: But even so...
Ragnar: We can become stronger. We must become stronger, and must find a way to put an end to war forever.
Chelle: Ragnar Blitz Lebrett...
Ragnar: We must not pass the seeds of war to future generations!
Ragnar: I want to find the strength to destroy this perpetual war machine... This endless cycle of hate, and anger, and misery.
Ragnar: That's what it's been about all along, Chelle. It wasn't Elesius that I yearned to destroy, but the system that churns out an endless series of wars!
Chelle: ...
Chelle: Do you really think humanity will ever find such strength...?
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: We can never stop the war machine until we do.
Chelle: Strength...
[Ragnar holds up his ARM.]
Ragnar: This...is a weapon of pure evil, crafted to make sport out of human life.
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: But even though we understand that, we still use them all the same. Is it because we've become dependent upon them...?
[Ragnar clenches his teeth.]
Ragnar: It is not!
[He closes his eyes.]
Ragnar: It may be only the slimmest of hopes, but these ARMs could give us a chance to stop the decay that is ravaging Filgaia.
Ragnar: Even an ARM born of the cruelest intentions may hold the key to saving the world.
Chelle: ...
[Ragnar holds his ARM down.]
Ragnar: It is easy to give up on something, to wash one's hands of it, to toss it away. Anyone can do that.
[He opens his eyes.]
Ragnar: But through the strength of our wills, we can transform these ARMs from weapons of evil into tools of hope!
Chelle: Is that even possible...? Can anything really change...?
Ragnar: You and I have changed. The loss of our homelands has transformed us both into tools of war.
Ragnar: But I would like to believe that, through sheer strength of will, even we can change back into regular people again!
Ragnar: No...I don't want to believe it--I DO believe it!
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: If strength of will can transform an ARM from a tool of war, it can surely do the same for us!
Chelle: You speak of a dream, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett.
Chelle: What you're trying to achieve is nothing more than a lofty ideal that you can never truly reach.
Ragnar: Yes, I know. But I'm not afraid to take the first step towards it. Because that's what strength of will is--taking that single step!
Chelle: And that strength of will... Can that free us from being tools of war...?
[Ragnar punches into his other hand.]
Ragnar: If we find true strength, we can destroy even the system that causes the wars!
[Chelle slowly looks up... and smiles.]
Chelle: Thank you, Ragnar Blitz Lebrett... I am glad to have met you.
Chelle: ...
Chelle: I must tell everyone...that if we can transform ourselves from tools of war, that we might once again regain our humanity...
Chelle: I must tell the countless Zortroa strewn throughout the battlefields of Filgaia...
[Chelle collapses to the ground. Ragnar kneels before her for a moment.]
Ragnar: ...
Ragnar: We can't wait a moment longer. Let's hurry... We have to put an end to this war!
[A while later, the party finds Piedras Blancas.]
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas!
Ragnar: Will you step aside now? There's no longer any need for us to fight!
Ragnar: Chelle doesn't want that. Your own people don't want that!
Piedras: ...
[The screen begins shaking, slowly, then quickly. Ragnar clenches his teeth, frustrated.]
Ragnar: Do we really have to fight?!
[The screen shakes violently and a cut-in shows a giant worm shooting from the ground, destroying Piedras' wheelchair and grabbing him in its mandibles.]
Alexia: It's that monster from before!
Levin: Holy crap!
Levin: Man... That thing ate the old mummy in a single gulp!
[An illustration shows the party standing ready before the massive worm.]
Felius: No...
Felius: It didn't eat him--it IS him! He transformed!
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas is a monster...
Ragnar: A fitting end. You've transformed even yourself into a tool of war!
[The screen shakes briefly, and the monster speaks in an grotesquely deep voice.]
Piedras: ...I AM BURSTING WITH POWER...
Piedras: WITH THIS POWER, I CAN DESTROY MY ENEMIES...
Piedras: AND BUILD A KINGDOM THAT WILL PROSPER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS...
Ragnar: Piedras Blancas, don't deceive yourself! That power hasn't made you stronger!
Piedras: WHAT FOOL WOULD DENY IT...
[The screen shakes again.]
Ragnar: You haven't become strong. You've simply reduced yourself to a beast because you couldn't tolerate your own weakness!
Ragnar: There's nothing fearsome about you!
Piedras: RAGNAR BLITZ LEBRETT!!!
Ragnar: That's right!
Ragnar: Ragnar Blitz Lebrett--a manw ho fights with an understanding of human weakness, and a belief in human strength!
=D.E.R.=
Labyrinthia: Let's take a look at the Tactical Map we'll be fighting on.
Labyrinthia: We'll be starting here...
Labyrinthia: And the enemy line looks like this.
Labyrinthia: The leader of the Zortroa Kinship...Piedras Blancas. The monster he's fused with is a giant insect, one which probably burrows into the ground to move.
Labyrinthia: Such insects can pop out of the sandy ground without warning after traversing long distance underground...but it's doubtful they can penetrate through rock.
It'd be best to head for rocky terrain first, then launch a variety of long-range attacks from that safe position.
However, we'll need a strong offensive to penetrate that caparace...and that may require close-range combat.
Prepare for this battle carefully, and keep in mind that we may need to maneuver on the sand as well.
Labyrinthia: This monster eats people, feeding off their power and animosity. We have dignity on our side...and we must eliminate this hideous scourge from the land!
Piedras: YOU SHALL BE THE NEXT SACRIFICE TO MY KINGDOM!
[The battle ends when all enemies are defeated.]
Ragnar: Chelle, Piedras... All of the Zortroa kinsmen...
Ragnar: I won't forget you. After all, we are the same.
Ragnar: And so I swear to you... I will grow strong, in the true sense of the word.
Ragnar: And eventually a day will come, when people like you and I need never exist on Filgaia again...
[The screen turns black and the player is prompted to save.]