Royal Makings
Royal MakingsSummary
The prince declares his intent to found a new kingdom, and Valyx responds by asking if he is worthy. The prince then follows his brother to the Mistholt in order to prove himself.
Dialogue
Euden: The last time we met, Brother, you asked me my purpose. Well, I'm here with my answer. We will found a kingdom in this place. A homeland for all who desire to live a simple, peaceful existence. I won't let us devolve into a pack of thugs. We'll stand tall in the face of oppression, and prop up the people in turn.
Valyx: A new kingdom? This is your answer? Yet your ＂homeland of peace＂ will be born into the fires of war. Would you persist knowing this?
Cleo: Do not think to stand there and twist his words! The prince said nothing of war.
Notte: Yeah! We'll let the Empire deal with its own horrible self so long as it leaves us alone or whatever.
Valyx: Raising a banner in another's sovereign land IS a declaration of war, no matter what pretty words couch your intentions. Dyrenell will not cede her lands, nor is she in the business of peace. So I ask again: Are you prepared to war for your kingdom?
Euden: If I have to, yes. Because regardless of my choice, I know this land and its people will have to face Dyrenell's chaos eventually. So I will let my standard be their shield, and my kingdom their bastion. I'll do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of the people!
Valyx: Enough. You've made your case plain. But only a chosen few are worthy to carry the burden of the crown. Do you truly think yourself one of them? Do you possess the necessary talents?
Euden: ...You mean the three traits you once told me about. The qualifications you said all royalty should have. In that case, name your trial and let me prove my worthiness to you. If I'm unable to convince my own brother, I'll never be able to carry the weight of a kingdom on my back.
Valyx: You would ask an enemy general to be the arbiter of your worth? So be it, then. Combat will make clear your qualifications. If you would prove yourself, come at me with all you have! The first trait: a king must be born of the true and rightful bloodline. Show me what it means to harness the blood of dragons. I know you only as a boy too young and aimless to forge a dragonpact, and a boy can never wear the crown! Men! ADVAAANCE!
Imperial Soldier: Raaaaaaah!
Ranzal: Fall back, Euden!
Euden: No! I've got this! Hear me, Windwyrm!
Midgardsormr: GROOOAAAR!
Imperial Soldier: Gwaaaugh?!
Valyx: He shapeshifted! So the rumors are true... But that alone is insufficient.
Mym: Who cares about your three inane traits? The horse has already fled the barn!
Euden: Easy, Mym. I want to do this the right way. I have to be the sort of man Valyx will respect, or there's no point to it.
Mym: You have no IDEA how alluring you sound right now, darling! All right, Valyx. Next test!
Valyx: Very well. The second trait... A ruler must be strong in both body and spirit. If you think yourself worthy still, follow me to the forest's heart!