Ocean's Embrace (Story)Summary
Guided by Ranzal's strong will, a wind dragon appears and does away with both the pursuing Templars and Volk. Ranzal then decides to stay on with the prince so he can gain a greater perspective on matters.
Dialogue
The Prince: Haaah!
Volk: Ngh...
The Prince: Yes! We did it!
Man from the Slums 1: Aaagh!
The Prince: ?!
Slum Leader: No! Stay with me!
Templar Captain: As if this disorderly rabble could hope to eke out victory against the might of us Templars. Now finish them off!
Elisanne: The Watch are being hit hard! We must provide support!
Ranzal: Hang on! Ol' hunched and ugly here ain't done yet.
Everyone: !
Volk: You think you can just turn away in the middle of a fight?! Oh, the unbelievable arrogance of the blessed is simply IRREMISSIBLE!
Cleo: How is this possible? He's long past the point where he should be able to move!
Volk: I will NEVER forget it... I will NEVER forget being robbed of everything—and the pain as it was gouged out of me!
Ranzal: What are you doing?!
Volk: Awaken, Agitooooo!
Volk: Heh heh heh... Quiver, you of privilege! Quiver as I shred you all to pieces one after the next!
Volk: And you, Ranzal... You shall be first!
Ranzal: Damn... He's...
The Prince: Ranzal, you okay?!
Ranzal: Stay back, boss! It's my job to put this clown in the dirt, and I'm gonna do it!
Ranzal: All right, spike boy! Gimme yer best shot!
Volk: I'll tear you into pieces! Now die!
Ranzal: Gah! *pant*
Volk: So what did you think of Grams, mmm? Did you get a good sense of it? Did you realize its true nature?
Volk: NO! One as blessed as you could never hear the lamentations of the have-nots!
Ranzal: Gaah! Oh, damn it all!
Volk: It's useless, Ranzal! You will perish on the tips of my fangs!
Volk: Those without never lose, while the brittle strong are slowly butchered by the indomitable weak!
Ranzal: Okay, fine! I admit it! Ya ain't wrong.
Volk: So you've realized it at last, Ranzal... The fact that you will rot here!
Ranzal: That ain't what I'm sayin'.
Ranzal: Ya ain't wrong about the fact I'm blessed. I was born the son of a lord, and had a great father what taught me everything.
Ranzal: And that's why, deep down, I'll never really know the pain and sufferin' of the "have-nots" ya always talk about.
Ranzal: There's a whole buncha stuff what I don't know—stuff I can't understand.
Ranzal: All m'life, I thought I knew exactly how the world worked—but turns out that's only 'cause I was blind the whole time.
Ranzal: But now that I realize it, there ain't no way I'm goin' down yet!
Ranzal: HRAAAAGH!
Volk: Urgh... What in the...
Ranzal: Get up, Volk! Get up'n fight me again! No matter how many times ya stand up, I'll be right here to teach ya what the dirt tastes like again!
Ranzal: There's a ton of stuff I still gotta see and learn—and more important than that, there are causes I wanna support!
Everyone: ?!
Gatov: That voice...
Templar: Above! Look up! It's a dragon! A DRAGON HAS COME!
Zena: That appearance... That mana... Could it be?!
Templars: !
Templar Captain: What are you quailing at?! Drive that dragon away!
Templars: Graaaaaagh!
Elisanne: The dragon routed the Templars!
Volk: Gah... Urrrgh...
Ranzal: Volk! You okay?!
Volk: Ranzal... Son of the lord of Saint Lotier...
Volk: I won't...let you get away... I WILL make you experience the disease of weakness... and taste the sting of despair...
Ranzal: Look, just spit it out and tell me already: What the hell happened to you?!
Volk: Heh heh... AAAAH HA HA HA HA!
Ranzal: ......
The Prince: Ranzal! You okay?!
Gatov: Agito are formidable enemies indeed; I should have expected no less from one of HIS best.
Ranzal: !
The Prince: Look. The dragon's in front of Ranzal.
Ranzal: Hey there, pal. We got business?
Ranzal: It left...
Zena: I believe it wanted to thank you, Ranzal.
Zena: Much as with the dragon that appeared at the Halidom, that one is replete with a powerful holy mana.
Zena: Ranzal possesses wind-aspected mana, and I suspect the dragon was guided here by his unwavering will, then reborn.
Ranzal: All that "unwavering will" stuff sounds a little fancy for ol' Ranzal, but I can't deny all this feels pretty damn refreshing.
Luca: Right on, buddy.
Ranzal: Hey, so apologies for all the weird crap I said to ya earlier, Luca.
Luca: No worries, big guy! You actually made me realize there was some stuff I had to think about myself.
Ranzal: Oh, and boss? I've made up my mind. I wanna stay with ya for the long haul.
Ranzal: The world as I see it is still a pretty tiny place. Took me a long time to see that, but I finally do.
Ranzal: So I'm gonna keep goin' and get me a new outlook the size of a damn ocean!
Ranzal: Ya ain't gotta do nothin' on my account with all this, neither—just focus on the path ya want and move forward.
The Prince: Thank you, Ranzal. And in return, I'll strive to absorb just as much about this world as you. That's a promise.
Ranzal: I know I made some trouble for ya, Chelle, but now ya got my answer.
Chelle: It looks as though you've finally taken your place at the starting gate, yet the road ahead will certainly be a long one.
Ranzal: Harsh, but fair. Still, just wait. I'm gonna give this whole "thinkin' about things my way" deal an honest shot.
Slum Leader: Captain! Are you hurt?!
Gatov: I'm well. What of you and the others?
Slum Leader: Some have sustained injuries, but none that are life threatening.
Gatov: Good. That's all that matters.
Gatov: I'm sorry to say this, but it looks as though I will need to steer clear of Grams for the time being.
Slum Leader: We'll take care of things in your absence. The city'll be even better than you left it by the time you get back!
Gatov: Much appreciated. His Majesty has been informed of my absence, so if the Church tries anything, you should turn to Basel.
Gatov: I fear our plan has gone awry, Prince, but I think it's time for us to slip away from here while we still can.
The Prince: We got out of a pretty hairy situation there because of you, Gatov. Thank you.
Chelle: The Gran Fiore is moored a short distance ahead. Let us take a rest on board while we continue our journey.