| The Gala
Location: Sulen'Eska -> Up -> Up Vortex -> Up -> Kara SuLema -> Quests -> The Gala
Requirements: Completion of My Spot
Release Date: February 24th, 2023
Objective: It's time to don your formalwear and head over to the royal gala!
Objective completed: You KNEW something was going to happen!!!
Experience rewarded: 0
Gold rewarded: 0
*Back in the cliff near Oaklore Keep at night, following your rude claim to the little red-haired girl, she—now shy and fearful—turns around to face you and your dragon; your chair can be seen behind you and dragon.*
<Character>: I'm... I'm just kidding, you don't have to be afraid! Sorry!
*The girl became hesitant to speak with you.*
<Character>: My name is <Character>.
<Character>: What's yours?
???: My daddy told me not to talk to strangers.
<Character>: That's... that's very solid advice!
*The girl notices your dragon and becomes curious about it.*
???: Is that a dragon?
<Character>: Yes! Indeed it is!
<Character>: This is <Dragon>!
???: It's very cute!
<Dragon>: Cute!? I will burn you, kid! *grumble* | *Very offended growl*
<Character>: ...<Dragon> says "Thanks"!
*The girl smiles, an indication that she decided to warm up to you before revealing her name.*
Lynn: I'm Lynn.
<Character>: Nice to meet you, Lynn!
*After greeting Lynn, you question why she is here on the cliff.*
<Character>: Why are you out here so late?
<Character>: Do you live nearby? Do you want me to escort you home?
Lynn: It's okay.
Lynn: When my dad isn't home, I like to go on adventures!
<Character>: But it's late! Aren't you afraid of monsters or bandits?
<Character>: Oh, I see.
*Silence follows after Lynn answers your question.*
<Character>: Does your dad know you're going on adventures?
*After a moment of silence, Lynn gives you an honest answer.*
<Character>: You know what?
<Character>: I don't want to get involved, you obviously look like someone who can take care of themselves...
<Character>: ... so I will just leave this chair here and get going!
<Character>: But... this is my spot, so I will be back!
<Character>: If you want... you can come over too. If you'd like.
Lynn: You have my permission.
<Character>: E-excuse me?
Lynn: This place belongs to me! I am the princess of all these lands and the whooole world, and you have my permission to come here!
<Character>: Oh... are you now?
<Character>: Whoa! Okay... thanks!
<Character>: This is such an honor!
Lynn: Bye bye!
*You and your dragon run off from the cliff while Lynn turns around and watches the view with a smile; you and your dragon run through the Oaklore forest to privately converse their thoughts about their encounter with Lynn.*
<Dragon>: What was that about? | *Confused grumble*
<Character>: Yeah... I... I don't know what was up with that girl, either.
<Dragon>: That was too weird, I don't like her. | It was weird, I don't like her.
<Character>: Oh, come on, you're just upset she called you "cute"!
<Dragon>: Something feels wrong about her. | *Contemplative chirps*
<Dragon>: She smells like death... and flowers. | *Hiss of familiarity*
<Character>: ...She was rather strange, even for a kid, wasn't she?
<Character>: Well, we've got bigger things to worry about. Let's get some sleep and return to Sulen'Eska. The gala's tomorrow night, and I'm getting nervous.
<Dragon>: You'll be fine, I'm coming with you! | *Supportive purr*
*The next day, you and your dragon arrive in Sulen'Eska to tell Kara about having your dragon to accompany you to the Gala, however, there is a problem...*
Kara SuLema: I am sorry, <Character>. <Dragon> can't come with you.
<Character>: What?!, <Dragon>: What?! | *Indignant roar*
Kara SuLema: Why are you so surprised?
Kara SuLema: <Dragon> could never come with you! It's simply too risky!
Kara SuLema: I know you somehow managed to smuggle them into the city last time, but this is a different matter entirely.
Kara SuLema: You can't just show up to the royal gala with your dragon in tow. Security will be provided by The Rose, and they will not be accommodating.
<Character>: Oh come on!
<Character>: I'll just put <Dragon> in my backpack again! I'll be fine!
<Dragon>: Not again! It's a mess in there! And I ate all the snacks last time, too. | *Surprisingly hesitant, and hungry, grumble*
Kara SuLema: What did <Dragon> say?
<Character>: ...Apparently I need to throw out some junk and get more snacks.
<Dragon>: Yeah! But... I still want to go with you... | *Acknowledging growl*
<Character>: ...Maybe it's for the best. I shouldn't have to leave you behind. But The Rose would jump at any excuse to kick me out, or worse.
<Dragon>: But we're a team! Where you go, I go! | *Slightly annoyed hiss*
<Character>: I know. ...I'm sorry, <Dragon>, but Kara's right. It would be too risky. I'll be careful, okay?
<Dragon>: Fine! But if anything happens to you, I'm burning that whole city to the ground! | *Angry, but understanding, growl*
Kara SuLema: I'm so sorry for this <Character>. I know you two are close...
Kara SuLema: But <Dragon> simply can't go with you this time.
<Character>: Yeah. I understand... I'll be okay.
Kara SuLema: Someone else will be accompanying you, however. Just in case something goes wrong.
<Character>: Oh? Who?
Kara SuLema: Melissa.
<Character>: The Fairy Princess?!
Kara SuLema: Precisely.
<Character>: Um. But... she's magical as well!
Kara SuLema: As royalty, once disguised, she'll be able to blend in with the crowd. It took some arguing, but she's already on her way to Swordhaven.
Kara SuLema: She will aid you in case there's any trouble.
<Character>: Very well...
Kara SuLema: I know this isn't how you envisioned it, but it will have to do.
*You look down feeling disappointed that your dragon won't be able to come along; Kara smiles as she receives some good news.*
Kara SuLema: Ah!
Kara SuLema: Your friend Danyel's SoulAlly, Baltael, was here earlier!
Kara SuLema: He dropped off the outfits and, I must say, they look absolutely dashing!
Kara SuLema: The fabric is beautiful! It’s so pleasant to touch, and so... fragile, yet durable! I don’t know how else to describe it.
<Character>: Yeah, soulweaving is something else.
Kara SuLema: Well?
<Character>: Well what?
Kara SuLema: Try it on, of course!
<Character>: Oh... alright.
*You enter an illuminated dressing room where you try on a suit or a dress and change the base and trim colors that you feel suits you best; once you have chosen the type of formalwear and the colors you are comfortable with, you exit the dressing room and return to Kara, who admires your marvelous appearance.*
Kara SuLema: Oh, <Character>!
Kara SuLema: You look absolutely marvelous!
Kara SuLema: With such a magnificent outfit, you're sure to capture everyone's attention!
*Scene pans upward to show you and your chosen formalwear for the Gala; you look down nervously as you remain hopeful that King Alteon will listen about the Rose's wrongdoings.*
<Character>: Especially since I was directly invited by the king himself. I just hope he, and anyone else, will listen...
Kara SuLema: Of course. Now, remember, while talking to the king, please try to mind your manners. Try to keep calm.
Kara SuLema: The high-born nobles of Swordhaven are sheltered and fed lies about magic by The Rose. They must hear reason.
<Character>: And what if they don't want to listen to reason?
Kara SuLema: Then your words must be more forceful. The nobles benefit greatly from their arrangements with The Rose.
Kara SuLema: They lie to themselves that it's for the protection of Greenguard, rather than profit. If you must shatter that lie, do it.
Kara SuLema: This... will be as treacherous an environment as any battlefield, <Character>.
<Character>: ...I see. Thanks for the advice.
Kara SuLema: But, please, try to have a nice time! Enjoy yourself, if you can find the time and space. You... you deserve it.
*You pause before considering Kara's advice.*
<Character>: Well... Thank you, Kara.
<Character>: I'll be off, then!
Kara SuLema: May the winds guide you, <Character>. Good luck!
*Later this evening, during the Gala, Swordhaven Castle is filled with many nobles, who are enjoying the refreshments provided on the dining tables set out; as you arrived at the castle very late, the Gala's announcer pulls out a scroll to read the moment you have arrived in the part of the castle where the Gala is taking place.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, may I have your attention, please!
Announcer: The one we've all been waiting for, has finally arrived... fashionably late!
<Character>: Give me a break, I got trapped in an outhouse on my way here!!!!
Announcer: Now, may I present to you...
Announcer: Tamer of dragons!
Announcer: Collector of powerful artifacts!
*As you arrive, you look the opposite direction of where you are walking while the nobles whisper amongst themselves about you.*
Announcer: Slayer of titans!
Announcer: Master of the Elements!
Announcer: Mayor of a small town by the ocean!
<Character> (thinking): Whaa...?
Announcer: Chickencow Wrestler!
<Character> (thinking): ...
Announcer: Bringer of the sun!
Announcer: The Hero of Falconreach!
Announcer: Defender of the oppressed!
Announcer: Everyone's object of desire!
Announcer: Saviour of Lore!
Announcer: And a terrible cook!
Announcer: The one and onlyyyyy...
Announcer: Lady/Lord <Character>!
*The nobles continue to whisper as you look straight ahead to ignore their gossip; you approach King Alteon, who is guarded by a duo of Swordhaven Knights.*
<Character>: Your Majesty!
King Alteon: Greetings, <Character>! I'm so glad you could make it!
King Alteon: In these uncertain times, it is important that we honor those who selflessly defend Greenguard and her people.
King Alteon: And it's time for all of us to come together and strengthen our resolve to protect our subjects.
King Alteon: I'm sure you are familiar with some of the guests here already. The Rose have been so instrumental in keeping the peace.
King Alteon: Jaania herself, in fact, has—
<Character>: That's exactly what I wanted to talk with you about, Your Majesty.
King Alteon: Oh, there will be plenty of time for that later! For now, please enjoy yourself, <Character>.
King Alteon: Eat, mingle, let us celebrate The Rose and its achievements!
<Character>: W-wait... what?
<Character>: This gala is in their name?!
King Alteon: Not everything can be about you all the time, <Character>! Now, if you would excuse me, I do have other guests to greet.
<Character>: Your Majesty! Please, wait—
???: Hi, <Character>.
*You turn around after someone from behind greets you; that person turns out to be Princess Victoria, who haven't met you for quite sometime.*
<Character>: What are you doing here?
Princess Victoria: This is a royal gala, <Character>. I'm a princess. I don't exactly have a choice.
Princess Victoria: After I kept asking father about The Rose, he insisted I come and "learn of their accomplishments".
<Character>: That doesn't seem fair.
Princess Victoria: It isn't. But if I don't play the role of princess some of the time, it's more difficult to excuse my... excursions.
<Character>: Is King Alteon that controlling?
Princess Victoria: No. No, we just... We don't really talk to each other much. I don't want to listen to him tell me what to do, and he dismisses whatever I try to say.
Princess Victoria: Ah, but what about you? I didn't think you were the gala type.
*Victoria's eyes widen when she realizes that you were King Alteon's special guest and the winner of the Tournament of Champions.*
Princess Victoria: Wait a minute. You must be that special guest Father mentioned! The winner of the tournament, right?
Princess Victoria: This is perfect! We can explain things together! He can't dismiss both of us, right?
Princess Victoria: I... heard about what happened in Betrubung after the failed peace talks. Jaania's pulled her forces back for now, but...
Princess Victoria: ...I'm worried about what she might be planning. We need to speak to my father!
<Character>:Yeah. I'm supposed to have an audience with him later. You're welcome to join me.
Princess Victoria: It's a plan!
<Character>: With that out of the way, where are the other princesses? What do they think of The Rose?
Princess Victoria: Oh, Tara's lucky. She's out exploring some eastern country across the sea. I doubt she's been paying too much attention to the politics back home.
Princess Victoria: And Brittany is... sick.
<Character>: Oh no, I'm sorry.
Princess Victoria: I think... I think she's going to be fine. Jaania's been helping...
*You pause before asking about King Alteon's behavior.*
<Character>: How is your— how is the king? He seems to be in high spirits.
Princess Victoria: He... He wholeheartedly believes in Jaania.
<Character>: I got that feeling...
Princess Victoria: I think... she's preying on him. On our misfortune. I bring it up every now and then, but he refuses to listen.
<Character>: What do you mean?
Princess Victoria: <Character>, our mother died...because of magic.
Princess Victoria: And with my older sister's health—
Princess Victoria: I don't know how she's reassuring him, but I know that she's been very convincing.
Princess Victoria: My father may appear strong, but he's hurting. Even after ALL these years.
Princess Victoria: When Jaania first came to my father, he was hopeful, but skeptical. After all... she IS good at what she does, and people saw it.
Princess Victoria: But then she showed him something, and... it tipped the scales. His outlook on Jaania changed.
Princess Victoria: I don't know what it was, but it changed his perspective entirely. He thinks she can protect Greenguard— protect all of Lore, even.
Princess Victoria: And where the king goes, the nobles follow. The Rose certainly never lacks for funding.
*Your eyebrows widen as Victoria tells how The Rose gained influence on King Alteon.*
Princess Victoria: ...He even allowed The Rose to construct their Ivory Tower in the middle of the city. To him, Jaania can do no wrong.
<Character>: I... I didn't realize how involved he was with supporting The Rose.
<Character>: ...It might be more difficult to change his mind than I thought. But we still have to try.
Princess Victoria: I agree. Thank you, <Character>.
Princess Victoria: Now, as much as I don't want to greet the other guests, I better get going.
<Character>: Yes, of course. Until later, Princess Victoria.
Princess Victoria: ...Go on, have some fun. Mingle with the guests, enjoy the refreshments. See you soon!
*You take a walk through the hallway after your conversation with Princess Victoria; along the way, you try your best to mingle with various Swordhaven nobles, who have things to say about various topics.*
Sleazy Noble: I heard a rumor that King Alteon is going to marry Jaania!
Distracted Noble: Oh, don't be ridiculous. Jaania, Queen? Preposterous.
Sleazy Noble: It would certainly be convenient, you must agree.
Proud Noble: You know, when I was young, my parents wanted me to study magic. I wasn't any good at it, but look at me now!
Proud Noble: Property owner, gala attendee... I'm 658th in line for the throne, you know. I've done the math!
Annoyed Noble: Yes, yes, you've mentioned SO. MANY. TIMES.
Noble: They say the Rose has spies everywhere. Good on them! The better to protect the people, I say.
Secretive Noble: I'm not sure I like the Rose getting so close to the King.
<Character>: Not a fan of the Rose?
Secretive Noble: I—uh—the Rose? I said, the crows. You know. The birds.
Waiter: Moglinberry juice, my Lady/Lord?
Haughty Noble: Did you hear? King Alteon has the Rose taking care of poor young Brittany.
Haughty Noble: I think they might have had something to do with the sickness in the first place!
Kind Noble: You don't actually think that, do you? The Rose have the best non-magical physicians in the city. Of course the king would want only the best.
Haughty Noble: But that's the thing—I heard they're actually using magic!
Kind Noble: Oh, don't be ridiculous, dear!
Wobbly Noble: I think—*hic* I thiiink I've had a little.. too much Moglinberry Juice.
<Character>: Should— do you need help?
Wobbly Noble: Help? *urp* You know who needs help? The King! Hahaaa.
<Character>: Is he in danger?
Wobbly Noble: He looks... fuzzier than usual.
<Character>: Maybe you really have had too much juice.
Wobbly Noble: If you say so, fuzzy hero, if you say so.
Popular Noble: Did you hear about the recent magical attacks on some of the outlying villages? Those poor people. We must do something to help.
No-name Noble: Perhaps we should increase funding to the Rose? They're stretched fairly thin as it is, what with the recent events.
Popular Noble: And let them take the glory and fame for themselves? I think not! Elections are coming up soon, you know.
Young Noble: Isn't Jaania supposed to be here?
<Character>: I think so.
Young Noble: I don't see her anywhere. Oh, I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to her. Do I look presentable?
<Character>: You look...fine.
Young Noble: I knew I shouldn't have worn this top today, my one chance at the beautiful Jaania and I'm already messing it up!
<Character>: I'll leave you to it then.
Weird Noble: Hey, hey you. The Rose is evil. Don't listen to their lies!
<Character>: Finally, someone who—
Weird Noble: They're from beyond the stars. You have to listen to me, hero, you have to stop them.
Weird Noble: They're going to—I've seen their true form, writhing masses of tentacles—they're in our brains. Our brains!
Weird Noble: Remember. They're in the water.
Not-so-Noble: You are in my personal space!
<Character>: Excuse me?
Not-so-Noble: You are excused.
<Character> (thinking): Wow, he must be a blast at parties. Oh, wait...
Bored Noble: I wish something exciting would happen. I just want to go home and sleep.
Very Noble: Ah, <Character>! I was hoping I would get a chance to catch you.
Very Noble: I was wondering if I could get your opinion on some matters of great importance.
<Character>: Of course, anything to help.
Very Noble: Quite, quite. Surely you've heard of the great storms recently interrupting sea trade with the west?
<Character>: I haven't. Are they magical storms?
Very Noble: No, no, nothing of the sort, or we would have contacted the Rose!
Very Noble: Could you weigh in on the complexities of intercontinental taxation and dues, considering the delays and lost cargo and lives—
<Character>: I'm afraid I don't know much about, uh, taxes. Sorry.
Very Noble: Not a problem, not a problem at all. We can't all be out slaying monsters and prancing about, can we?
Very Noble: Just a phrase, just a phrase.
???: Enjoying the gala...
Diligent Noble: Keep your eyes open. I've had good information that this gala has been targeted by anti-Rose sympathizers.
<Character>: I'll keep that in mind...
*While you were trying the best you can to enjoy yourself during the Gala, you bump into a grumpy Melissa, who is wearing a lavender dress for this occasion.*
Melissa: Are you done cozying up to the high and mighty?
*After few moments of looking at her in order to make sure it was truly she who Kara sent in case of something goes wrong, you finally respond.*
<Character>: Well, look at you, "princess"!
<Character>: Not feeling it?
Melissa: I. Hate. Dresses...
<Character>: I meant to ask, how did you...?
Melissa: Hopefully subtle enough to not raise attention. It's working, for now.
Melissa: I can hide my wings very easily.
Melissa: As for the ears, I cut them.
Melissa: That was a joke. I am known to joke.
Melissa: I concealed them with magic too.
Melissa: Ugh, this dress is so constraining. My sword is sticking to my thighs...
*You glare highly at Melissa before not asking her joke.*
<Character>: I won't even ask.
Melissa: Have you spoken to the king yet?
<Character>: Yes, but I haven't had a chance to use my "royal audience" card yet.
Melissa: Well, get to it then. I can only keep this up for so long, and we don't know when—
???: Hello... <Character>.
*Jaania—wearing a sky blue dress decorated by ice crystals and roses—suddenly appears before you and Melissa, causing both of you to feel tense and alarmed.*
Jaania: I had heard you would be gracing us with your presence. Please, do introduce me to your... enchanting companion?
<Character>: This is Melissa. She's a friend.
<Character>: And how are you? You look positively... cold.
Jaania: Thank you.
Jaania: You look lukewarm, at best.
<Character>: I think I'm going to need some ice for that burn, but I don't want history to repeat itself.
Jaania: Oh, you are hilarious.
<Character>: Thank you.
Melissa: Lady Jaania, Lady/Lord <Character>... I bid you farewell.
*Melissa leaves as tension between you and Jaania escalates; you and Jaania glare at each other; before either of you could say a word, however, a beige-haired Rose Soldier shows up right next to Jaania as he gives an urgent message from Amadeus to her.*
???: Please excuse the timing, Lady Jaania, but Emissary Amadeus said this is urgent.
*Jaania looks at the Rose Soldier before listening to what he had to say.*
Jaania: What is it?
???: Someone has sent you a bouquet of flowers. They were... delivered to your private quarters.
Jaania: And this is urgent how?
???: I— I don't— I don't know! I think they just... appeared there? I am sorry for interrupting, I was told it was urgent. So sorry. Please excuse me!
*Jaania excuses the Rose Soldier.*
Jaania: You are excused.
???: Thank you! Have a pleasant ball!!!
*The Rose Soldier leaves immediately; shortly after you and Jaania are alone again, you smirk at her.*
<Character>: Secret admirer?
Jaania: I hope this event is to your liking?
<Character>: It was, until you showed up.
Jaania: Do we really need to do this? Can't we be civil?
<Character>: Aren't we being civil right now?
Jaania: ...You are exhausting, <Character>.
<Character>: You're the one to talk!
Jaania: I beg your pardon?
<Character>: Jaania, I'm sorry, but... it must be said.
<Character>: What you and The Rose are doing is wrong!
*Jaania's eyes turn at the opposite direction before they are drawn back to you as everyone will listen to their conversation.*
Jaania: You might want to be careful, everyone is listening.
<Character>: Let them listen. I want them to hear how you justify yourself— your actions, and the actions of The Rose!
<Character>: In Betrubung Swamp, for example, the Clawkin and the Dravir have been—
Jaania: You are such a brute, <Character>! You need to be the center of the attention, don't you?
Jaania: You crave it.
Jaania: You are the hero, aren't you?
Jaania: Well, let me tell you something!
Jaania: You are not the only one who can bear that title! You are not special!
Jaania: You were not the one who woke up in a world on the brink of destruction, caused by your closest friends.
Jaania: I was!
Jaania: You were not the one who tried to help people when the elves invaded Greenguard and threw the land into chaos!
Jaania: I was!
Jaania: You were not the one who managed to crush the onslaught, saving countless lives— the one people turned to!
Jaania: I was!
Jaania: You were not the one who had to deal with all that pressure and still come up on top!
Jaania: I was!
Jaania: You were not the one who, in the midst of all the destruction and chaos, founded an organization that to this day is bringing peace to this land!!
Jaania: I was!
Jaania: You are not the hero of this story!
Jaania: I AM!
*Your eyes widen with concern as Jaania's rant escalates; while Jaania continues her outburst, ice crystals form around the floor around her; your expression changes from concern to frustration.*
???: My my...
???: What a spectacle!
???: Now, that was worth the trip, wouldn't you say?
Jaania: Who are you...?
Dezyderiush: I'm Dezyderiush, and this is Zlatomira.
Zlatomira: We represent the Magesterium of Azaveyr.
Dezyderiush: And by decree of the Shapeless, you, Lady Jaania, are to come with us.
King Alteon: Jaania? What is the meaning of this?
Jaania: They are no one. I will take care of them.
Jaania: This does not concern you... Your Majesty.
Zlatomira: You are meddling in affairs you cannot hope to comprehend.
Dezyderiush: Your trespasses near the Fissure have not gone unnoticed. You are to be brought before the Magesterium for questioning.
Jaania: And if I refuse?
Zlatomira: In that event, we will be forced to take action. We have this place surrounded.
King Alteon: Anyone who threatens my subjects, threatens this kingdom! Explain yourselves!
Dezyderiush: We have no qualm with you, King of Greenguard.
Zlatomira: However, if your "subject" will not come with us…
King Alteon: Jaania, explain!
Jaania: <Character>, escort the king and the princess to safety.
Jaania: Please... do as I say.
Jaania: Protect the royal family. This is going to get messy.
Dezyderiush: You will not surrender, then?
*Jaania does not respond as she glares coldly to the Magesterium's representatives, indicative that she will not comply to their demands.*
Zlatomira: Very well.
<Character>: I knew this wouldn't end well...
<Character>: Your Majesty! Victoria! Come with me!
*Jaania turns to face you while you prepare to leave and protect King Alteon and Princess Victoria.*
<Character>: We're not done.
*Jaania continues to face you, assuring that they will meet again.*
Zlatomira: Get her!
*Scene cuts to black.*
Equips player's saved class.
This quest was reimagined with new dialogue and bugfixes on February 24th, 2023.
< Message edited by DemonicDarkwraith -- 6/24/2023 10:45:58 >