Castle Raid

Lionel Castle

17 Libra

Ramza is a strange one. One moment, he is a paladin with the moral compass of a saint, the next the sneaky scoundrel broke through the castle walls while we weren’t watching. How? His thieving skills weren’t that well developed yet, were they?

After the events at the gallows, and after that stiff drink we all needed, we made haste to Lionel Castle to save the princess. As expected, we stood before a closed gate. Then, suddenly, Ramza reared his head from behind the walkway above the castle wall, shouting that he would raise the gates for us. But before he could reach the lever, we were already surrounded.

Knights, archers and a lost summoner surrounded us. I looked up at Ramza, who stood nailed to the ground. Just before I wanted to shout my head off at him to let us in, I heard why he stood paralysed.

An old familiar voice greeted Ramza. Gaffgarion. Again. So he had teleported to the castle. Not this time, Gaff. We would get you this time.

Raiding Lionel Castle

Ramza distracted Gaff with some geomancy while we dispatched the Gryphons one at a time. Agrias struck down the poor summoner with her holy blade, and Alicia chased a terrified archer on the brink of death into the moat, giggling as she roundhouse kicked him into oblivion. Now I understood why she and Carmen got on so well…

On Mustadio’s signal, Ramza dodged Gaff’s attacks and opened the gates. He would get what he deserved. Agrias could not wait to get into the castle, and of course, she was immediately followed by Mustadio who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed convinced that Agrias needed support.

Alicia and I stayed behind, jumping from crystal to crystal that popped up from the Gryphons’ bodies and raiding their corpses for gear and items, to the beat of Gaff’s wails as he was being battered by Ramza, Mustadio, and Agrias.

The ambient wails died down and turned into gurgles as I heard Gaff’s final words. He would not be coming back. Even the innocent do-gooder Ramza could not muster one inkling of remorse for slaying him. The thrice-damned Gaffgarion could rot in hell, for all any of us cared.

So long, Gaffgarion. We had a princess to rescue.

I am Bathsua, looter of corpses, and these are my memoirs.