Script update: Orbonne/Gariland/Balbanes' Death
-Orbonne Monastery-
Ovelia: "God have mercy on us, we the sinful children of Ivalice..."
Female Knight: Princess, it grows late. We must go.
Princess Ovelia: I'll be just a minute more, Agrias.
Agrias: Princess, the rearguards have already arrived. We mustn't delay them further.
Elder: Princess, please don't give Agrias any trouble. You must hurry...
*Gafgarion, Rad, and Ramza appear*
Gafgarion: What the hell's taking so long? We've been waiting out in the rain for nearly an
hour!
Agrias: Mind your manners, Gafgarion! You're in the presence of nobility!
*Gafgarion and company kneel*
Gafgarion: Apologies, milady, for not wanting to stand out in the damp and catch cold. I'll
be sure to send you the bill should one of us get sick.
Agrias: The Order of the Northern Sky must be desperate, employing knaves such as you,
Gafgarion...
Gafgarion: Knave or no, we're mercenaries hired by the Northern Sky. Nowhere in the contract
does it state that I have to show you respect, "milady".
Agrias: Grr... how dare you!?
*Ovelia stands*
Ovelia: Enough, Agrias. Let us go.
*The squires get up and Ovelia walks over to Simon*
Elder: The Lord protects you always, my child.
Ovelia: Thank you, Simon.
*A wounded female knight comes in*
Knight: Lady Agrias... the enemy awaits outside the monastery doors!
Simon: Surely it couldn't be Duke Goltana's men?
*Agrias rushes out*
Gafgarion: Well, Rad, it appears as though are sword arms are needed.
Rad: I'm ready, master.
Gafgarion: What about you, Ramza? Do you have a problem with staining your hands to make
your pay?
Ramza: ...no, sir. No longer am I a Knight. I'm a mercenary, just as yourself and Rad are.
Gafgarion: Good boy, you know your place. Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's earn our
pay!
*Gafgarion and the others leave*
Ovelia: Gods have mercy...
*Outside the Monastery*
Agrias: You bear the crest of the Black Lion! Your Duke Goltana is a fool! Does he not
realize that attempting to harm the Princess will result in a war!?
Biggs: What a beautiful face this one has, lads! It'll hurt me so when we drive our blades
through it! Not as much as it's gonna hurt you though, lady! Hahaha!
*Gafgarion and the others come out of the Monastery*
Gafgarion: Rucksack fools, the whole lot of 'em! Afterall, only fools would attack head-on
and expect victory!
Agrias: Leave this to us Knights!
Rad: Should we kill 'em all, master? We can take their goods and sell 'em in Dorter!
Gafgarion: You learn quick, boy! Rad! Ramza! Follow me and kill them all!
Agrias: We needn't kill them, we need only disarm them. Besides, killing them is probably
what Goltana wants us to do! As mercenaries of the Northern Sky, killing Southern Sky
soldiers will give Goltana ample reason to declare war!
Gafgarion: Oh, but milady, we do our best business during war!
Rad: C'mon, Ramza. Let's go.
Ramza: There is something suspicious about these troops...
*Battle begins*
*Battle ends*
Ovelia: Unhand me!
*Agrias looks back at the Monastery*
Agrias: Damn it all!
*Agrias runs inside and sees Ovelia being kidnapped*
Knave: Quit resisting and I won't need to hurt you.
Ovelia: Why should I believe you!?
Knave: Sorry it had to come to this...
*Delita punches Ovelia*
Agrias: Hold there!
Knave: You have nobody to blame for this other than yourself or God.
*Delita escapes*
Agrias: Ovelia... I've failed you...
*Ramza sees Delita*
Ramza: Can it really be you, Delita...? But how did you survive the explosion? And why are
you bearing Goltana's crest? Why, Delita...?
-Gariland Academy-
Narrator: Delita's name first appears a year before the outbreak of the War of the Lions.
Veterans who returned from the war were unemployed, destitute, and their loyalty in the
crown wained. Many became brigands, plotting rebellion in the shadows against nobility. Out
of Gariland's Academy came many young mages and swordsmen, seeking to bring peace to Ivalice
anew.
CHAPTER 1: THE MEAGER
Cadet: Yet another caravan headed to Igros was waylaid on the Plains, I hear.
Cadet: You think it was the Corpse Brigade?
Ramza: I have a feeling something bad is going to happen... What do you think, Delita?
Delita: Well, I can only guess.
Ramza: What do you mean?
Delita: The streetears have it that Duke Larg is paying a visit to town.
Ramza: Duke Larg? Why?
Delita: And not just Duke Larg. Marquis Elmdore of Limberry is said to be visiting as well.
Ramza: That's news indeed! This wasn't an announced visit, though...
Delita: Think of it, Ramza. What more of an opportunity for the Corpse Brigade to make a
name for itself than to attack the nobility as they enter town. By not officially announcing
the visit, the Dukes are making it harder for them to become targets. That's also why they
need us cadets. The Knights are in full operation, but they need us to rout the brigands
nearby for Larg and Elmdore's visit.
Ramza: They need us more than ever, then.
Rough Voice: Fall in, cadets!
*Northern Sky Knight goes to the podium*
Northern Sky General: You've a mission, men! Since war's end, the number of brigands within
the area has grown, and their lust for blood with it! Reports of the Corpse Brigade drawing
near cannot be overlooked. Your first mission as Academy alma maters is to eradicate these
traitors! Joining the rush will be some of Duke Larg's sentries, as well as you cadets. Your
mission specifically is to go to Igros and aid in the defense at the castle's flank.
*Female Knight enters and whispers to the male Knight*
Northern Sky General: Arm yourselves! A small group of Corpse Brigandeers has entered town,
cut off from the rest of their unit. Your mission is to meet them in the city's streets and
cut them down before they can escape. Prepare immediately!
*Gariland City Streets*
Brigand: Rum luck, eh boys? We only got to cut down these wee lads, and we'll be on our way!
Don't ya worry! We'll cut ya down quick. Ya won't feel a thing... maybe!
*Battle begins*
Delita: Ramza, watch your back! Take 'em on one at a time. No need to play hero!
Ramza: Thanks for the advice, Delita, but I'm a Beoulve. I know my way around a battlefield!
Brigand: Beoulve, eh? No wonder ya got on such gaudy clothes! That means you lot must be
cadets from the Academy! I feel insulted that they'd send a bunch of snot-nosed ragamuffins
after us!
Ramza: Silence! Surrender, or we'll lay you to rest! None will mourn your passing!
Brigand: Big words from a small boy! Ya spoiled highborns will never beat us, ya hear!?
*battle ends*
Ramza: I cannot understand it... would that you've have lived an honest life, you'd have
died, grown old in bed, not in a bloodied heap...
*Ramza reflects on his father's death*
Balbanes: How goes... the war...?
Zalbag: Through our troops' swift action, we were able to reclaim Limberry and rout the
Ordalians. 'Twill be a matter of time before we rout them from the Capitol as well.
Dycedarg: The messenger sent to Count Lenario has returned, and the Count agrees to the
plan.
Balbanes: Then at long last... this war can... end... *cough*
Alma: Father...
*Alma starts to cry*
Balbanes: Please do not cry *cough* my daughter... I do not want my last sight to be *cough*
my beautiful young daughter... crying... *cough* *cough*
Zalbag: Where is Ramza!? How heartless that he should deny his own father a last visit...
Balbanes: My sons... my beloved sons... *cough* Though Ramza shares only half your seed, he
is wholly of my flesh... *cough* And my last wish to you is that you treat him and Alma as
such.
*Ramza rushes in*
Ramza: Father!
*Ramza comes to Balbanes' bed*
Dycedarg: Lower your voice...
Balbanes: I'm glad... that you made it... *cough* Let this old man see your face... one
last... time... *cough*
Ramza: Father, don't say that... the Alchemists will find a cure... I'm certain of it!
Balbanes: My son, just as one lives, one must also die... *cough* You've become such a fine
young gentleman... You begin the Academy in spring, do you not? *cough*
Ramza: Father, no, you just can't die...
Balbanes: Since the times of old, *cough* those bearing Beoulve blood stood at the royalty's
side, ready to take up arms in the name of justice. You must never shame your name, nor must
you tolerate injustice... *cough* You must follow your heart, and follow what you know to be
right... *cough* Live that life, Ramza. Live the Beoulve way... *cough*
Ramza: Yes, father...
Balbanes: Delita's a fine lad... He'll serve you well throughout the years, I'm certain.
*cough* The headmaster seemed shocked that I request a commoner join the Academy, but
alas... *cough* Further, should you not know where else to turn, visit Cid in Zeltennia.
*cough* I trust him with my life, as should you... *cough*
Ramza: As you wish, father...
Balbanes: Take care of Alma and Teta, Ramza, and become... a fine... knight...
*Balbanes dies*
Ovelia: "God have mercy on us, we the sinful children of Ivalice..."
Female Knight: Princess, it grows late. We must go.
Princess Ovelia: I'll be just a minute more, Agrias.
Agrias: Princess, the rearguards have already arrived. We mustn't delay them further.
Elder: Princess, please don't give Agrias any trouble. You must hurry...
*Gafgarion, Rad, and Ramza appear*
Gafgarion: What the hell's taking so long? We've been waiting out in the rain for nearly an
hour!
Agrias: Mind your manners, Gafgarion! You're in the presence of nobility!
*Gafgarion and company kneel*
Gafgarion: Apologies, milady, for not wanting to stand out in the damp and catch cold. I'll
be sure to send you the bill should one of us get sick.
Agrias: The Order of the Northern Sky must be desperate, employing knaves such as you,
Gafgarion...
Gafgarion: Knave or no, we're mercenaries hired by the Northern Sky. Nowhere in the contract
does it state that I have to show you respect, "milady".
Agrias: Grr... how dare you!?
*Ovelia stands*
Ovelia: Enough, Agrias. Let us go.
*The squires get up and Ovelia walks over to Simon*
Elder: The Lord protects you always, my child.
Ovelia: Thank you, Simon.
*A wounded female knight comes in*
Knight: Lady Agrias... the enemy awaits outside the monastery doors!
Simon: Surely it couldn't be Duke Goltana's men?
*Agrias rushes out*
Gafgarion: Well, Rad, it appears as though are sword arms are needed.
Rad: I'm ready, master.
Gafgarion: What about you, Ramza? Do you have a problem with staining your hands to make
your pay?
Ramza: ...no, sir. No longer am I a Knight. I'm a mercenary, just as yourself and Rad are.
Gafgarion: Good boy, you know your place. Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's earn our
pay!
*Gafgarion and the others leave*
Ovelia: Gods have mercy...
*Outside the Monastery*
Agrias: You bear the crest of the Black Lion! Your Duke Goltana is a fool! Does he not
realize that attempting to harm the Princess will result in a war!?
Biggs: What a beautiful face this one has, lads! It'll hurt me so when we drive our blades
through it! Not as much as it's gonna hurt you though, lady! Hahaha!
*Gafgarion and the others come out of the Monastery*
Gafgarion: Rucksack fools, the whole lot of 'em! Afterall, only fools would attack head-on
and expect victory!
Agrias: Leave this to us Knights!
Rad: Should we kill 'em all, master? We can take their goods and sell 'em in Dorter!
Gafgarion: You learn quick, boy! Rad! Ramza! Follow me and kill them all!
Agrias: We needn't kill them, we need only disarm them. Besides, killing them is probably
what Goltana wants us to do! As mercenaries of the Northern Sky, killing Southern Sky
soldiers will give Goltana ample reason to declare war!
Gafgarion: Oh, but milady, we do our best business during war!
Rad: C'mon, Ramza. Let's go.
Ramza: There is something suspicious about these troops...
*Battle begins*
*Battle ends*
Ovelia: Unhand me!
*Agrias looks back at the Monastery*
Agrias: Damn it all!
*Agrias runs inside and sees Ovelia being kidnapped*
Knave: Quit resisting and I won't need to hurt you.
Ovelia: Why should I believe you!?
Knave: Sorry it had to come to this...
*Delita punches Ovelia*
Agrias: Hold there!
Knave: You have nobody to blame for this other than yourself or God.
*Delita escapes*
Agrias: Ovelia... I've failed you...
*Ramza sees Delita*
Ramza: Can it really be you, Delita...? But how did you survive the explosion? And why are
you bearing Goltana's crest? Why, Delita...?
-Gariland Academy-
Narrator: Delita's name first appears a year before the outbreak of the War of the Lions.
Veterans who returned from the war were unemployed, destitute, and their loyalty in the
crown wained. Many became brigands, plotting rebellion in the shadows against nobility. Out
of Gariland's Academy came many young mages and swordsmen, seeking to bring peace to Ivalice
anew.
CHAPTER 1: THE MEAGER
Cadet: Yet another caravan headed to Igros was waylaid on the Plains, I hear.
Cadet: You think it was the Corpse Brigade?
Ramza: I have a feeling something bad is going to happen... What do you think, Delita?
Delita: Well, I can only guess.
Ramza: What do you mean?
Delita: The streetears have it that Duke Larg is paying a visit to town.
Ramza: Duke Larg? Why?
Delita: And not just Duke Larg. Marquis Elmdore of Limberry is said to be visiting as well.
Ramza: That's news indeed! This wasn't an announced visit, though...
Delita: Think of it, Ramza. What more of an opportunity for the Corpse Brigade to make a
name for itself than to attack the nobility as they enter town. By not officially announcing
the visit, the Dukes are making it harder for them to become targets. That's also why they
need us cadets. The Knights are in full operation, but they need us to rout the brigands
nearby for Larg and Elmdore's visit.
Ramza: They need us more than ever, then.
Rough Voice: Fall in, cadets!
*Northern Sky Knight goes to the podium*
Northern Sky General: You've a mission, men! Since war's end, the number of brigands within
the area has grown, and their lust for blood with it! Reports of the Corpse Brigade drawing
near cannot be overlooked. Your first mission as Academy alma maters is to eradicate these
traitors! Joining the rush will be some of Duke Larg's sentries, as well as you cadets. Your
mission specifically is to go to Igros and aid in the defense at the castle's flank.
*Female Knight enters and whispers to the male Knight*
Northern Sky General: Arm yourselves! A small group of Corpse Brigandeers has entered town,
cut off from the rest of their unit. Your mission is to meet them in the city's streets and
cut them down before they can escape. Prepare immediately!
*Gariland City Streets*
Brigand: Rum luck, eh boys? We only got to cut down these wee lads, and we'll be on our way!
Don't ya worry! We'll cut ya down quick. Ya won't feel a thing... maybe!
*Battle begins*
Delita: Ramza, watch your back! Take 'em on one at a time. No need to play hero!
Ramza: Thanks for the advice, Delita, but I'm a Beoulve. I know my way around a battlefield!
Brigand: Beoulve, eh? No wonder ya got on such gaudy clothes! That means you lot must be
cadets from the Academy! I feel insulted that they'd send a bunch of snot-nosed ragamuffins
after us!
Ramza: Silence! Surrender, or we'll lay you to rest! None will mourn your passing!
Brigand: Big words from a small boy! Ya spoiled highborns will never beat us, ya hear!?
*battle ends*
Ramza: I cannot understand it... would that you've have lived an honest life, you'd have
died, grown old in bed, not in a bloodied heap...
*Ramza reflects on his father's death*
Balbanes: How goes... the war...?
Zalbag: Through our troops' swift action, we were able to reclaim Limberry and rout the
Ordalians. 'Twill be a matter of time before we rout them from the Capitol as well.
Dycedarg: The messenger sent to Count Lenario has returned, and the Count agrees to the
plan.
Balbanes: Then at long last... this war can... end... *cough*
Alma: Father...
*Alma starts to cry*
Balbanes: Please do not cry *cough* my daughter... I do not want my last sight to be *cough*
my beautiful young daughter... crying... *cough* *cough*
Zalbag: Where is Ramza!? How heartless that he should deny his own father a last visit...
Balbanes: My sons... my beloved sons... *cough* Though Ramza shares only half your seed, he
is wholly of my flesh... *cough* And my last wish to you is that you treat him and Alma as
such.
*Ramza rushes in*
Ramza: Father!
*Ramza comes to Balbanes' bed*
Dycedarg: Lower your voice...
Balbanes: I'm glad... that you made it... *cough* Let this old man see your face... one
last... time... *cough*
Ramza: Father, don't say that... the Alchemists will find a cure... I'm certain of it!
Balbanes: My son, just as one lives, one must also die... *cough* You've become such a fine
young gentleman... You begin the Academy in spring, do you not? *cough*
Ramza: Father, no, you just can't die...
Balbanes: Since the times of old, *cough* those bearing Beoulve blood stood at the royalty's
side, ready to take up arms in the name of justice. You must never shame your name, nor must
you tolerate injustice... *cough* You must follow your heart, and follow what you know to be
right... *cough* Live that life, Ramza. Live the Beoulve way... *cough*
Ramza: Yes, father...
Balbanes: Delita's a fine lad... He'll serve you well throughout the years, I'm certain.
*cough* The headmaster seemed shocked that I request a commoner join the Academy, but
alas... *cough* Further, should you not know where else to turn, visit Cid in Zeltennia.
*cough* I trust him with my life, as should you... *cough*
Ramza: As you wish, father...
Balbanes: Take care of Alma and Teta, Ramza, and become... a fine... knight...
*Balbanes dies*