Victor

Victor
First Appearance	Dragalia Lost
Species	Human
Year Created	2019
Created by	Cygames
Voiced by	Tessho Genda

Victor is a playable character from Dragalia Lost. He is the commander of the Shadewolves, a group of mercenaries who were annihilated by the Empire.

Official Description

The commander of a mercenary band called the Shadewolves who were betrayed and annihilated by the Empire. This left him a shell of a man who gave up everything in the name of revenge. Where he goes, dark rumors follow.

Official Description (Dragonyule Victor)

Victor is the spitting image of jolly Saint Starfall as he soars through the skies on dragonback, delivering gifts to all the children of the realm. This year, he's flexing his tactical know-how to chart a full-speed course to maximum cheer.

Adventurer Stories

Victor

Adventurer Stories Episode 1 The Veteran Mercenary Imperial Platoon Leader: Ha! It is the traitorous prince and his band most foul! Mark me well: today's sunrise shall be the last you ever see! Ranzal: Hell, that's a whole lotta goons. We're gonna be boxed in at this rate. Euden: Let's back off. There's no reason for us to fight when the odds are against us.  ???: If you intend to leave with all of your limbs attached, I suggest you carry out that plan with all haste. Luca: Who the—?! Ranzal: No idea, but I'm thinkin' it's the right call for us to beat feet outta here! Euden: Let's hurry!  ???: Good idea. ...Hrah! Imperial Platoon Leader: Gyaaa! It's a log trap! Euden: Those logs divided the Empire's forces! Luca: I'm guessin' it's the work of that voice from before. Regardless, I think it's given us a spark of new life! Euden: Right. Time to strike back, everyone!  ???: Hraaaagh! Luca: Someone's fighting over there! Euden: Is he the man who set off that log trap? Ranzal: Whoever he is, he's on our side— so let's just focus on makin' these imperials take a long dirt nap! Imperial Platoon Leader: R-retreat! All troops, fall back!  ???: Ran away, did they? Fine by me. They can think long on the value of the lives they yet have left. Euden: I assume those logs were your doing? Thank you—we were in a real bind back there.  ???: Your thanks are unnecessary, Prince Euden. Ranzal: Hang on. VICTOR?! Is that you?! Victor: Ah, Ranzal—the Arc in the Storm. I haven't seen you since that time you were hired by Baron Djorden. Euden: You know this man, Ranzal? Ranzal: We fought together a couple'a times back in my old merc days. But I heard your current band of mercenaries was annihilated, Victor. Victor: ...... Euden: Annihilated?! Ranzal: Yeah, I heard it from a merc bud of mine. Victor here was leadin' a band called the Shadewolves what had an unfortunate run-in with the Empire. But there's darker rumors, too—like about how the leader of the band won't die, and now spends his nights huntin' down imperials on some quest for revenge. Victor: Rumors are just that, Arc: rumors. It's not like you to fall for tall tales. Yes, we sustained heavy losses at the Empire's hand, but the Shadewolves have not lost yet. The battle isn't over. Ranzal: And what battle is that, exactly? You against the whole damn Empire? Victor: Alone or not, so long as I live on, so do the Shadewolves—and I swear on the honor of my comrades that I will carry this fight to the ends of the earth. Imperial Soldier: Urgh... Victor: Hmm. It seems we have a straggler. One moment—this won't take long. Euden: Wait, no! You can't! Victor: The Shadewolves whisper to me—and they tell me to leave no Empire servant alive. Imperial Soldier: S-stop... Mercy... Victor: And what was your answer when my comrades asked the same of you? Imperial Soldier: Th-that wasn't me... I didn't touch 'em! Victor: And yet you serve the Empire all the same, which means your life is forfeit. Euden: Stop! Victor: What is this? I thought the Empire was your enemy as well. Euden: They are—but I still won't take an opponent's life when they are ready and willing to surrender. Victor: And what would you have me do with this man, hmm? Bear in mind that he came here specifically to take your lives. Euden: I won't raise my sword against a helpless enemy. ...Soldier, gather those who can still move and return to the Empire. Imperial Soldier: Th-thank you... Victor: You didn't even take him prisoner...? Hmm. It seems the rumors of your nature are true. Fine, I will not interfere. Now, Prince, I have a proposal: I want you to hire the Shadewolves. Ranzal: Ain't the Shadewolves just you now? Victor: I may be alone, but my work—and the Shadewolves' legacy—will speak for itself. Euden: I've seen your strength. A powerful ally like you is always welcome in our ranks. But let me make something clear: We are not seeking to take the life of every imperial soldier we encounter. I will not abide you attacking helpless enemies, or those who wish to surrender. Victor: And if they only pretend to be helpless? What would you have me do then? Ranzal: We'll just figure that out as a team whenever we get to it. Luca: That kind of responsibility is shared with all of us—not just given to one person. Euden: If you agree to these terms, then you are welcome to fight at our side. Victor: If those are my employer's wishes, I will abide them. Euden: Then welcome aboard, Victor. Victor: ...My thanks. (Those who wish to flee may flee. But in the end, I will destroy them all...) Episode 2 Rumors Abound Elisanne: Pardon me, Your Highness, but might I borrow your ear for a moment? Euden: What is it, Elly? Elisanne: I went to the village earlier to do some shopping, and I fear I heard some rather disturbing rumors about Victor. Euden: Like what? Elisanne: People are saying the leader of the Shadewolves yet lives, and that he uses cruel and brutal methods to enact revenge on Empire soldiers. Ranzal: Heard somethin' like that m'self. Euden: You did? Ranzal: Yep. Folks say he torched an entire village what just to kill a few imperial soldiers. Elisanne: Apparently this man also poisoned a well, killing an imperial garrison along with the entire village where they were stationed. Euden: He's killing entire villages of people just to get to the soldiers?! I can't believe Victor would resort to such horrific methods. Ranzal: Far as I knew, the Shadewolves had a code what strictly forbade 'em from hurtin' civilians. But this stuff... Elisanne: It has long been said that a thirst for revenge can change a person. Euden: I don't want these stories to be true. I want to believe in Victor. Ranzal: Then what say we head out and see if they're just a bunch'a words in the wind? Euden: How do you propose we do so? Ranzal: Pull up a chair, boss. I got me an idea... Victor: Forgive my dropping in unannounced, but is this the home of Tomas's parents? Old Man: A'yup, I'm his papa. And who're you? Victor: My name is Victor, and I am the leader of the Shadewolves. Old Man: Oh, are ya now? Victor: I'm afraid I come bearing ill news. Old Man: 'Bout m'son? We already know. Word travels fast these days, even all the way out here. Victor: You have my most sincere apologies and condolences, sir. I wish to— Old Man: All the bowin' and scrapin' in the world won't bring m'boy back, so ya might as well lift yer head. Old Lady: Where is my son?! Old Man: Go back inside, dear. Old Lady: I know who you are! You stole my son from me! Victor: I beg your forgiveness, madam. I take full responsibility as his commander. This is the compensation due your son. I know it cannot make up for his loss, but it is at least— Old Lady: Monster! What need have I of money when my only boy lies alone in the cold ground?! Grandson: ...Has Papa come home? Mother: Father, it is rude to leave a guest standing out in the— Old Man: This man's no guest of ours—and he was just leavin'. Now take mother and get her inside while we finish up. Mother: Come, let's get inside before you catch your death of cold. Old Lady: No! My Tomas! My boy! Grandson: It's okay, Gramma! I'll protect you just like Papa used to! Old Man: I've heard tales a'plenty 'bout you, sir. Is that your way of atonin' fer this? M'son is dead, but you ain't yet. Might think of treatin' that precious gift with a bit more care in the future. Victor: The Empire stole everything from me. Any reason I may have had for living is now dedicated to seeing them pay. Old Man: I got me a reason for livin' too— that little boy. He's all I got left of the son what was stolen away. And that boy'll never be a man like you. He'll never fight for coin. That's a promise. Now be on yer way, and never darken our door again. Victor: I understand. Farewell. Elisanne: ...So Victor went to the home of a fallen comrade and gave money to the grieving family? Ranzal: The Shadewolves were known for their brotherhood. Hell, that kinda pack unity gave 'em the name in the first place. I'd fight like a demon for a man like that, I tell ya what. Euden: I wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of following Victor like this, spying on what he's doing... But at least we saw he's not the inhuman monster some of the rumors are making him out to be. Elisanne: If he truly loved his comrades so, it makes his desire for vengeance more understandable. Euden: Understandable, yes—but I don't know if it makes it RIGHT. Episode 3 A Secret Mission ???: ...... Victor: I know you're there, Noelle. Noelle: C-Commander... Victor: I'm not a commander anymore. Just a mercenary. Noelle: ...... Victor: What do you want of me? ...No, I suppose that's a foolish question for a messenger. You bring new orders, I take it? Noelle: Yes, um... Here. Victor: ...Hmph. So they want me to capture the prince and drag him home, do they? Noelle: Um... Victor: Yes? Is there more? Noelle: Yes. Um...I'm sorry. I'm not great at talking. Victor: So long as you convey your message accurately, that is all that matters. I value that, as does our homeland. Noelle: *scribble* Here. Victor: A letter? "Our general back home was delighted that you had not forgotten your mission." Noelle: You...worked your way into the pocket of the prince, just as they wanted. And the general... Um...the general wants you to come back now. Victor: Hmm. I'd figured I'd be left here to rot. Noelle: N-no, that's not... Also, um...here. Victor: "If capture is impossible, eliminate the target instead." Hmph. Predictable. Noelle: Er, yes. And because Alberia is in a state of chaos...such an achievement would... Um... Victor: If I kill the prince now, the unrest in this kingdom will only grow—which would greatly please our homeland. However. Noelle: Y-you just tore up your orders! Victor: Go home, little messenger. Go home and tell them that I will carry out this mission in my own way. Whether it comes to capturing or killing the prince, I'll be the one to decide. Ranzal: Glad I was around to hear that. Victor: Ranzal? What are you doing here? Elisanne: We caught word that someone was skulking about outside, so we decided to strengthen our patrols. Victor: Ah. I see you have all come, then. Euden: I think we deserve an explanation, Victor. Victor: It seems I can make no excuses. Noelle: Run, Commander! I'll handle this! Victor: Stand down, Noelle. Noelle: But it's my fault! They tracked me, and— Victor: With them, it's safer to show no readiness to fight. Noelle: Huh? Victor: Please forgive her exuberance. She is rather devoted to her duty. Euden: Start talking, Victor. We'll decide what to do you with you after that. Victor: Then let me speak plain... I am from a country in northern Grastaea. I serve as a general in the military, and swear fealty to our royal family and crown. Ranzal: A general, eh? I thought ya fought with a touch too much strategy for a standard merc. Victor: My land is a poor one, and our winters harsh. The struggle for food and sustenance is never ending. And so, after seeing the abundance and plenty in Alberia, our rulers decided to mount an invasion. Euden: Ah! Victor: We sent many spies to this land— myself included. I was charged with discovering the secrets of Alberia's legendary dragon bloodline. Elisanne: I have heard enough from this man, Your Highness! Pray permit me to— Euden: Easy, Elisanne. Let's hear everything Victor has to say first. Victor: I believed that the best way to get close to those in power would be to demonstrate my strength, and so I took on the guise of a wandering mercenary. Eventually, I met a number of young people on various battlefields, and we ended up forming a troupe. I figured being a mercenary captain would capture even more eyes—and make my mission that much easier to fulfill. I thought of our band as nothing more than a means to an end. I was merely using them to accomplish my mission. Noelle: Commander... Victor: But the day my people were slaughtered in the Empire's trap, I knew I had made a grave miscalculation. I realized how irreplaceable the Shadewolves had become to me. Ranzal: So ya decided to take revenge against the Empire? Or rather, "the battle isn't over," was it? Victor: Heh. I did say that, didn't I. Though if I'm to be honest, I really just didn't want to admit my own responsibility for their fates. Euden: No, Victor. The Empire is responsible. Victor: The Empire may have laid the trap, but my foolishness led them to it. When Alberia became Dyrenell, I planned to use that unrest to help me get close to the royal family. My ambition overtook my common sense. Perhaps word of that made it to someone. Because while we thought of the imperial army as our allies, they surrounded us on the field of battle and... Now, I could care less about my homeland or royal orders. If I cannot atone for my sins, there is no point to living at all. Euden: That's a heavy thought, Victor. Victor: That is the whole truth. Believe it or not as you see fit. All I ask is that you spare Noelle; I cannot bear to see another of those in my charge die. You may banish me or torture me or execute me as you see fit— only spare this girl's life. Noelle: Commander, no! Euden: I don't want your life, Victor. Victor: And why not? I am a spy from a foreign land sent here to cause you all manner of terrible mischief. Euden: You WERE a spy. Things are different now. You said so yourself, did you not? Victor: Then you...believe me? But why? Euden: Because we've fought with each other. I've seen your struggles—and your fire. That's enough for me. Victor: What do you mean? Euden: Ever since you joined us, you've been at the vanguard in each and every battle, helping me stay out of harm's way. If you wanted the secret of dragonblood, you would have been trying to put me in MORE combat—not less. That's how I know you're fighting for something deeper. Victor: You're an observant one. Ranzal: Bwa ha ha! There ain't a leader alive what knows his folks better'n the boss here. That's why he believes in 'em so strongly. Victor: You're even more estimable than I thought. But if you understand me, you also understand the magnitude of my grudge. Euden: I'm not saying I understand all of it. But I know that what you seek isn't done for the sake of cruelty. Victor: ...... Euden: That's why I believe in you, Victor. Victor: I see. (I had no further interest in the secret of the dragon bloodline... But now I want to know what this man who bears it might accomplish!) Episode 4 Farewell, Shadewolf Ranzal: *pant* *gasp* Victor! We got trouble! Victor: What's with the panting, Arc? That's not like you. Ranzal: Never mind that! I got some new info on those rumors folks're spreadin' about ya. Victor: I have no interest in such rumors. Ranzal: You might not give a damn, but I've been worried about 'em for a while. Folks are sayin' ya been poisonin' wells and killin' innocent folk left and right— which ain't the Shadewolves' way, yeah? Victor: Of course. I strictly forbade my men from harming civilians—and the punishments for doing so were severe. Ranzal: Yeah, so then why does everyone keep sayin' ya HAVE been doin' that? Anyway, that's why I've been looking into this whole "Shadewolves' leader" business lately. Turns out, the rumors talk about one guy, but there's actually TWO! One's a blade-wieldin' man with scars on his face, and the other is a hooded man what carries around the same kinda sword. Euden: The one with scars sounds like Victor, but this hooded man... Ranzal: I think the cat what's doing all the terrible atrocities is the one who's hidin' his face with that hood. Sounds like the two of ya have the same sword, though. Any idea who this guy might be? Victor: A sword like mine... Robelle! Does he truly still live?! Euden: I take it you know this man? Victor: I only stand alive in front of you now because of Robelle. He and I are old friends. We were both dispatched here by our country, and he served as my adjutant in the Shadewolves. When we were attacked, he took my sword and pretended to be me so I might make my escape in the confusion. The blade I use now was originally his. I kept it as a memento, never once thinking he might still be alive. Euden: Victor, let's go look for this hooded man. Victor: I hate to ask your aid in this matter, and yet...I may have no choice. Based on my knowledge of the imperial army's fighting trends, I've determined that this mountainous region would be Robelle's most likely spot for an attack. Luca: I see. It'd be easy to cause a rockslide, and with one side blocked by the cliff face, they'd have nowhere to run. Victor: If Robelle really is alive, I know he would come to the same conclusion. Luca: Wait, what's that noise?! Euden: It sounds like boulders! Elisanne: Are these traces of a rockslide? Ranzal: The imperial soldiers have fallen, just like Victor said. Victor: Over there! Villager: Please...help... Hooded Man: ...Death to the Empire. Villager: N-no! I'm not with the Empire! They only asked me to guide them! Hooded Man: If you would serve the Empire, you share in their culpability. Villager: S-stop, please! Gyaaaargh... Hooded Man: I will kill every last one of them! Euden: We're too late! Luca: Hey! What kind of creep runs around killin' unarmed civilians! Hooded Man: More survivors, is it? Victor: Stop! Robelle, it's me! It's Victor! If you are Robelle, then show your face! Hooded Man: Commander...? Is it really... Robelle: Yes, Commander. It's me. It's Robelle. Victor: I can't believe you're still alive! Robelle: I was so absorbed in ensuring your escape that I slipped and tumbled down a cliffside. When I came to, I was lying alone on a riverbank. But if YOU'RE alive, then maybe others survived as well! Victor: No. They all fell to save me. Robelle: Damn... Well, we all agreed to fight to the last to see that happen, so at least our plan was not in vain. Victor: Where have you been all this time? What have you been doing? Robelle: Well... Victor: Have you been fighting the Empire? Was this rockslide your doing? Robelle: It is as you say—I have devoted all my efforts to avenging our fallen. Victor: And how, exactly, have you been taking on an entire army by yourself? Robelle: ...... Victor: If you can't say it, I will. You resorted to methods that break the code of the Shadewolves. Your vengeance has claimed the lives of innocent civilians. You burned them in their beds... You poisoned the water they drink... You defied all that we stood for. Robelle: I had no choice! I cannot fight against a horde of men the way you do! If I wanted to avenge our comrades, I didn't have the luxury of choice when it came to method. Besides, the Shadewolves are no more. There's no point in maintaining a code when the people who wrote it are gone. Victor: The Shadewolves' fight is not over. Not so long as I stand. Robelle: Then let us fight together, Commander! Let's both have our revenge! Victor: No. You have forgotten the pride of the Shadewolves. You are no longer one of us. Robelle: ...Not one of them? I did all of this FOR them! Victor: And shamed their names in the process. Robelle: No... I don't... Victor: As my former comrade, you deserve a warrior's death. ...Draw your sword. Robelle: I... I... DAAAMN YOOOOU! Victor: Farewell, Robelle. Robelle: Commander... N-no... I wanted... more time...with you... Victor: Enough, old friend. Be at peace. Hrrrgh... Euden: Victor, are you— Victor: Please, Euden. Just...let me be. Episode 5 Replacing Revenge The Shadewolves are truly down to a single man now. Robelle fought and killed for revenge, and so lost his way. And I... Noelle: C-Commander! *pant* Victor: Noelle? What is it? Noelle: T-take this! Victor: A directive from our homeland? This must be ill news indeed if you ran so to deliver it to me. Noelle: N-no, just... Read it! Quick! Victor: Hm? Rare for you to hurry me. ...This is an order to return! Noelle: *nod* Y-you can go...home! Victor: Home... Noelle: *scribble* Here! Victor: "We have readied a post that will make use of your abundant combat experience." Mmm. Doesn't sound like a bad assignment. Noelle: *nod* *nod* *nod* It's good! Victor: ...Heh. Noelle: Y-you tore up your orders again! Victor: I'm not going back. I can't. I abandoned everything in the name of revenge—including my home and duty— yet now that revenge feels hopeless. Though I have lost everything, there is yet something ahead for me. ...Here. Give this blade and this sword to your superior and tell them I died in my blind pursuit of vengeance. Then never return to this land again. Noelle: B-but... Victor: (Farewell, Robelle. I will never forget the lessons you taught me.) Thank you for your service to me, Noelle. Though you were but following orders, know that I appreciate it. We will not meet again. Noelle: I...I wasn't coming here because I was ordered to! I... Victor: Forget all that has happened and be free. That is what I intend to do, and you would be wise to follow my example. Noelle: Commander, I will come back here. I'm a messenger and...and I connect people with each other... Victor: A moment, Euden? Euden: Ah, Victor. I'm sorry again about what happened. Victor: I wish to thank you again for agreeing to bury Robelle. Euden: It was the least we could do. But how are you faring? Victor: I would like to say that all is well, but in truth, I think I need some time. Euden: What do you mean? Victor: I lived my life bent on revenge. I sacrificed everything for it. But seeing Robelle made me realize that I lacked resolve. I claimed to live for revenge, and yet was unable to take the steps he did to claim it. Euden: Yes, but he— Victor: Oh, I know. His actions were abhorrent. But they were also the only place that my path could ever lead. Robelle taught me what it truly means to live for revenge, and I cannot become him. Euden: Then you're through seeking revenge? Victor: Yes. For a while, I'd thought to seek a path that allowed the world to live in peace, but now... Euden: You have a different plan? Victor: I'll never move on if I don't atone for the comrades who died so I might live. Euden: But how will you do that? Victor: In truth, I am not certain. But first, I intend to visit their homes. I will see the sights they did. Eat and drink what they consumed. Feel the breezes that touched their skin. I will do this and simply...think. ...Heh. They might not be happy that the man for whom they sacrificed their lives has abandoned his dream of revenge. Euden: I'm sure that's not the case. Victor: A good thought, if nothing else. Still, it's a bit embarrassing to go on a soul-searching journey at my age. Euden: You seem much more at peace than when you first came here, Victor. You've even started to laugh a little. Victor: Heh. Perhaps so. If true, then all credit goes to you and your merry band. Euden: Nothing would make me happier than knowing we've been a positive influence. Victor: And on that note, I think it is time that I was off. Euden: Safe travels, Victor. Victor: Thank you. And when you find yourself fighting the Empire, know that I will be at your side as any comrade would. Euden: I know you will.

Dragonyule Victor

Adventurer Stories Episode 1 A Year Without Saint Starfall Old Lady: Yes? Who is it? Victor: Pardon the intrusion, ma'am. I'm Victor, captain of the Shadewolves. Victor: I'm...afraid I have news about your son, Anton. Old Lady: ...I've already heard. About you as well, Captain. Victor: I see. Then I can only apologize. As captain, he was my responsibility. Old Lady: You must be getting cold, dear. Please, come in for some hot tea. Victor: Oh, I couldn't possibly intrude. Old Lady: No need for formalities. Come on in. I'd like to speak with you anyway. Victor: I...see. Then I'll gratefully accept. Old Lady: Ha ha! Anton really did that? Though I don't know why I'm surprised. Old Man: Captain, our boy really admired you. And now, having spoken with you, I've come to understand just why. Old Man: Thank you for coming to see us. I'm sure Anton would be pleased as well. Victor: I can only hope. Old Man: Hm? Oh, Daniil. Come say hello to the captain. Daniil: ...... Old Man: Over here, boy! This is— Bah. Sorry. He's a shy one. Victor: I take it he's...your grandson? Old Lady: Yep. Anton's only child. His mother succumbed to illness a few years back, so now he lives with us. Victor: Anton spoke of him often. He used to joke he was glad that Daniil got his mother's looks. Old Lady: Ha ha! He certainly takes more after her. But his laugh and his mannerisms almost make it feel like Anton himself is here with us. Old Man: Not that there's been much laughter the last few days. The boy's grown distant. Victor: Any particular reason? Old Man: Because Saint Starfall won't be coming this Dragonyule. Victor: He won't? Old Lady: Anton dressed up as Saint Starfall every year to deliver presents all throughout the village, you see. Old Lady: But this year... Well, you know. Old Man: There was talk of some other adult taking his place, but there's just been too much fiend activity around here recently. Victor: Ah. So there's no one in the village capable of delivering presents at night while fending off bloodthirsty fiends. Old Lady: Our Daniil always looks forward to Saint Starfall coming around, too. Poor thing. Victor: Then allow me to fill in. Old Lady: You'll take up Saint Starfall's mantle yourself? Victor: I know nothing will make up for your loss, but at least let me do this for you. Old Man: We appreciate the gesture, but are you sure about this? It might be more of a handful than you're imagining... Old Man: You need to go around to each house in the village in advance and figure out what the children want, then deliver everything in one night on the big day. Old Man: And you have to keep the magic of Saint Starfall alive for the kids who still believe. Victor: That DOES sound like a lot. But Anton did it every year, did he not? Old Man: He did, but there's hardly any time left before Dragonyule now. You've got your work cut out for you. Victor: As it turns out, I have a connection that should come in handy on that front. Victor: This person's network is as extensive as it is diverse. I'm sure they could rustle up anything I need. Old Man: The real issue is getting everything here in time for the holiday. Otherwise, all your efforts will be for naught. Victor: Don't worry. I already have a plan brewing. Old Man: Hm. As for the fiends, I suppose they'll be no trouble for you, if Anton's tales are to be believed. That just leaves... Old Lady: The most important part of all! You can't spoil things for the little ones, so you'll have to wear the costume. Old Man: Quite right! You wouldn't be Saint Starfall without it! Though I'm afraid we don't have one that will fit you. Victor: Not to worry. I happen to...already have my own. Dragonyule Victor: (Never thought I'd be wearing it again, but I suppose needs must.) Victor: It would be my honor to spread cheer in Anton's stead this year. You don't mind, do you? Old Man: Of course not. Besides, I doubt all the convincing in the world could change your mind at this point. Old Lady: I'm sure Anton would be happy to know his beloved captain is carrying on his legacy. Old Man: Right you are. And...thank you for doing this for us. For Anton. Victor: It's my honor, sir. Episode 2 Dragonyule Prep: Part One Halidom, Victor's Room Dragonyule Victor: Well, that's the costume sorted, at least. Dragonyule Victor: Now to visit each child's house and see what presents they're all hoping for. Middle-Aged Man: Hm? Who are you? Victor: I'm Victor, captain of the Shadewolves. Middle-Aged Man: Ah, so you're the name on everyone's lips as of late—this year's Saint Starfall. Victor: Yessir. I'll be paying you a visit on the night of Dragonyule. Thought I'd make the rounds and say hello in advance. Middle-Aged Man: Well, I appreciate the personal touch. Awful long way to come just for a greeting! Victor: That, and I was hoping to learn what kind of gifts your children might like this year. Middle-Aged Man: Hm, let's see... A writing desk? Reference books? No, that's what I'll be giving him myself. Middle-Aged Man: You know what? I'll try asking on the sly. Come back tomorrow. Victor: Understood. I'll swing by around this time. Victor: Hm? What was that? Victor: ...... Suspicious Man with a Mohawk: Looks like that dude'll be making the rounds on Dragonyule night dressed as Saint Starfall. Suspicious Goggled Man: I smell a con in the making, Boss. ANYONE can wear that cheapo getup! Suspicious Goggled Man: If we gussy ourselves up as Saint Starfall, the dorks in this village'll be all too happy to inv... Inveet? Invaht? Suspicious Man with a Mohawk: "Invite us in," dummy. Suspicious Goggled Man: Th-that's right! Invite us in! You're sharp as a tack, Comet. Comet: And you're as thick as ever, Prancer, but what you're TRYING to say is right. Comet: If we can nose our way into those houses, all their stuff will be ours for the taking! Comet & Prancer: Gah ha ha ha ha! Victor: Interesting scheme. Too bad it's about as deep as a puddle. Prancer: It's you! What are you doing here?! Victor: You were acting suspicious right out in the open, so I followed you. Comet: Hmph. To think you caught wind of our clever conniving... I knew you were no ordinary bloke. Prancer: You wanna rough him up, Boss? Comet: Heh. Not so fast, Prancer. Think nice n' hard about who this guy might be. Prancer: You know how thinking makes my head hurt! But, uhhh... Errrm... Victor: ...... Prancer: Oh. OHHH. I get it! Nobody comes back here 'cept us thieves so if we're here... and he's here...this guy, he must be a fellow, uh...crooner? No. Cook? Wait... Victor: Are you trying to say "crook"? Prancer: That's the one! You're a crook too, right? I mean, look at them muscles! And that scar! No way you're an upstanding member of society. Prancer: You're using this whole "presents for the kiddies" ruse to get in folks' houses, yeah? Comet: Ha ha! Right on the money, Prancer! Yep, he's clearly another of society's dregs—a no-good criminal, like us. Comet: And that being the case, how's about we join forces? Fate has brought us together. Victor: Sorry to disappoint, but you've got it all wrong. I'm no crook, and there's no way I'm going to help you. Prancer: What?! But he asked so nicely! How can you be so argyle? Or...argonaut... Comet: I think you mean "arrogant," but I agree. Let's take this conceited brute out! Comet & Prancer: GWAAAAAH! Comet & Prancer: Sorry, sir! Won't happen again, sir! Victor: Not to worry. Now make yourselves scarce and we'll call it even. Comet: Hold on juuust a minute there, friend. If we don't make a score here, it's gonna be a tough winter for us, y'see. Prancer: What he said! Maybe you could throw us a bone and share some'a the loot anyway? Victor: I already told you, I'm not a thief. Comet: Well, then what ARE you? Victor: I'm... Victor: I'm Saint Starfall. Comet: Pfft... BWAAAAH ha ha haaa! This guy's a real comedian, eh, Prancer? Prancer: O-oh, uh, yeah! A total knee-slapper! Haven't laughed this hard in weeks. Comet & Prancer: AAAH HA HA HA! Victor: Is it really so funny that I'm Saint Starfall? Maybe I need to teach you another lesson on manners. Comet & Prancer: Eep! Comet: Sorry! We'll listen to whatever you say. Just, no more lessons! Prancer: Yeah, totally! We'll be obee... Obuh... Comet: Obedient! Obedient to whatever you say. So please, don't kill us! Victor: If you want to live, then get out of here. I have a lot of presents to get ready. Comet: You're...actually serious about the Saint Starfall thing? Victor: I already told you, it's no joke. Comet: C'mon, man. You really think you can get presents out to every kid in this village all by yourself? Victor: That's the plan. Comet: Then...let us help you! Prancer: What?! I didn't agree to that. Comet: Quiet, you! Comet: Sir, this may be a small country town, but there are a lotta kids here. Comet: It'd be a nightmare to do everything on your own. A couple of extra hands'll help make sure things go real smooth-like. Victor: What are you scheming now? Comet: Nothing, sir! Nothing at all! We've just been moved by your ridiculous...er, rather, your EARNEST conviction! Victor: ...Fine. A few helpers will certainly come in handy. Comet: Thank you! Prancer, thank the man! Prancer: Thank you, sir... Victor: It's almost nightfall. You can help me starting tomorrow. Comet & Prancer: With pleasure! Prancer: Boss, we don't actually have to help him. Can't we just run away? Comet: Prancer, you ignoramus. We're not gonna "help" with anything. Comet: We're just gonna use him to get into folks' houses and carry out the original plan. Comet: If we play this right, we can even pin the whole con on that big brute! Prancer: Oh. Ohhh! I don't really get how it's gonna work, but leave it up to you to come up with somethin' that smart, Boss! Comet: Just you watch. We'll make a right mess of things, and then rub his smug nose in it! Comet & Prancer: WAAAH HA HA HA! Episode 3 Dragonyule Prep: Part Two Victor: She'd like a telescope, then. Middle-Aged Man: Our kid is really into pirates, so that'd really complete her look. Is that doable? Victor: Shouldn't be an issue. I'll procure one and deliver it on Dragonyule. Victor: Phew. Okay, all that's left...are the kids I was told to just ask directly. Victor: I'll try talking to those young ladies over there first. Timid Younger Sister: Eek! Who are you? Victor: There's no need for alarm, miss. My name is Victor. I just have a quick question. Determined Elder Sister: Behind me, Sister! Haven't I always told you not to talk to strangers on the street? Especially with all the rumors of thieves on the loose of late... Victor: I assure you, my intentions are pure. I just want to ask if there's anything you wa— Determined Elder Sister: Stay back! I know your game. You just want to lure us in with shiny baubles, and then BOOM! Kidnapped! Determined Elder Sister: Then you stuff us in a big sack and whisk us off to some far off land to be sold on the black market! Timid Younger Sister: I'm scared... Victor: Please calm down. I don't intend anything of the sort. If you would just listen— Determined Elder Sister: I can't heear you! LA LA LA LA! Let's book it, Sis! Victor: What in the world was that about? Comet: We saw the whole thing, sir. With respect, you should leave this one to us. Victor: You again. So, you think you can get them to tell you what they want? Comet: No doubt. You come off as a big hulking brute. We're much more approachable. Victor: Not sure I agree, but...fine. Give it a shot. Comet: Hello there, little ladies! Why, it's almost Dragonyule, isn't it? And that means gifts! What are you hoping for this year? Timid Younger Sister: Another stranger... Determined Elder Sister: Let me guess: you want something too. Comet: We are but humble census takers, traveling the land tallying people and households, and surveying their wants and needs. Prancer: That's right! We're centaurs! Er...censors? Wait, what was it? Comet: Census takers, idiot. Determined Elder Sister: Threat level raised to red. C'mon, Sis. Let's ditch these guys too. Comet: No, wait! If we can't get accurate data, we'll be in big trouble! They'll...kill us! Timid Younger Sister: They'll WHAT?! Comet: Our manager is a terrible man. If his employees don't deliver results, he chews them up and spits them out like a wad of used gum! Prancer: Wait, for real?! That IS awful. Save us, Boss! I'm too young to die! Comet: Me too! But if these kids don't tell us what they want, then it's curtains for us. Comet: So please, little lady... Tell us what you want, if only to save us. Timid Younger Sister: And if...we tell you... We won't get killed? Prancer: Yes! So you'll tell us? Determined Elder Sister: Hmmm. I GUESS we can do that. Comet & Prancer: Woohoo! Comet: So there you have it, good sir— the info you require! Prancer: Aw, that was so sweet, Boss! Little kids sharin' their hopes and dreams... It was so pyoo... Pyuh... Comet: Pure? Indeed it was. Confronted with uncorrupted youth, one can't help but want to protect it. Comet: (I think we've won Mr. Meathead's trust. All that's left is to do our thieving on Dragonyule and lay the blame on him!) Victor: Good work. I expect you to be just as thorough with the next one. Comet: Yeah, defin— Wait, what? Victor: According to my list, there's still... Gene, Lian, Sarasa... Seis, Siete, and Ocho. Comet: Wait, wait, wait. There are more?! And we have to ask ALL of them what they want? Victor: That's what you volunteered for, yes. Now, move out. I'll take that house over there. Prancer: Comet, are we really gonna do this? Comet: Nrgh... Yeah. It's the only way to make our plan work. Let's go, Prancer! Old Lady: Oh, Captain. How can I help you today? Victor: I wanted to ask you what Daniil wants for Dragonyule. Old Lady: Hm. I think his granddad would know. Come in, come in. Old Lady: Dear, has Daniil mentioned to you what he wants for Dragonyule this year? Old Man: Oh, hello, Captain! You know, I asked the boy, but he wouldn't tell me. Victor: Oh? Any particular reason? Old Man: He said he'd only tell Saint Starfall. Old Lady: He must think if he tells anyone else, his wish won't come true. Victor: Hm. Quite a pickle. Old Lady: Another guest? Who is it now? Noelle: Yes, begging your pardon. Hello. Victor: Noelle? What is it? Orders from home? Noelle: Um... Yes, there's a letter for you from a...certain someone. Victor: A missive from Litvinov, then. ...Hey. That's it, Noelle! Noelle: Huh? What's it...? Victor: You're back. How'd it go? Noelle: *gulp* Here. Noelle: Daniil asked me to deliver this letter... to Saint Starfall. Victor: Bingo. Now, I know it's improper to open other people's mail. But right now, I'm exactly who this letter was intended for. Victor: Mhm, mhm... I see. So that's what Daniil is after. Noelle: Sir? Victor: Hm. This...will be a hard present to find. Episode 4 An Impossible Present Comet: WHOOOA! Dragons sure are fast! Prancer, hold on tight to that sack of goodies! Prancer: WHAT WAS THAT? Can't hear you over the wind, Boss! Dragonyule Victor: (Getting all the presents took longer than I'd planned, but this dragon ride should make up the difference.) Dragonyule Victor: (Help with the presents, plus a dragon to airlift them... I owe Euden a debt.) Dragonyule Victor: (Hopefully things go smoothly from here.) Prancer: Gah! The wind blew the sack of presents away! Comet: What'd I JUST say, you nimrod?! Dragonyule Victor: I'll hop off and round them up. You two head to the village and get ready for our deliveries. Comet: Hop off...a moving dragon?! But that's madness, good sir! You'll just be dashed to pieces on the ground! Dragonyule Victor: I'll do anything to make those kids smile. Leave this to me. You go on ahead. Prancer: No way! He JUMPED! Uh, Boss, what do we do now? Are we gonna do what he said? Comet: No, dingus! We're thieves! Who cares about a bunch of sad little kids and their...big, tearful puppy-dog eyes... Comet: Okay, FINE. We'll do what he says, but if he doesn't show up, we're robbing the place blind like I planned! Dragonyule Victor: (The wind has carried the presents quite a ways away. I wonder if I can even catch up before I'll have to open my chute...) Dragonyule Victor: (All right, I grabbed the sack. Time to open my parachute!) Dragonyule Victor: (What?! It won't open!) Dragonyule Victor: (A malfunction? Think, Victor... Landing at this speed will surely kill me.) Dragonyule Victor: (I'm barreling faster by the second. No time to think. I need to cushion my landing somehow!) Dragonyule Victor: GRRRAAAAAGH! Candy Cane Offensive! Dragonyule Victor: Phew. That seems to have dulled my impact just enough to save my skin. Dragonyule Victor: The presents are intact too. I must hurry to the village, and—hm? Dragonyule Victor: Ah. These must be the fiends the villagers mentioned. Dragonyule Victor: Guess we're in for a melee! Prancer: Time's up, Boss. I'm sure our hulkin' friend's a person-sized puddle of goo by now. No sense waiting anymore. Comet: You're...probably right. Prancer: The longer we wait, the less time we'll have for robbing. C'mon, Boss! Comet: ...I guess you're right. It's a shame we won't be able to make him our scapegoat, but I suppose we don't have much choice. Comet: We're back to our original plan: pose as Saint Starfall and clean this village out! Dragonyule Victor: What's this about a plan? Comet: What?! Sir, you're all right! Dragonyule Victor: I knew you were up to something, but I didn't expect it'd be quite so vile. Comet: Hmph. No use pretending anymore. Well? What are you going to do? Brutalize us and toss us out in the cold? Dragonyule Victor: Later, if you like. But first, I still need help delivering these presents. Prancer: No way! We's thieves! Robbing folks is our cauliflower... Er, our collie... Comet: Our calling, numskull. And you're quite right. Comet: This is the only way we know how to live. We're too broke to be giving things away! Dragonyule Victor: Is robbing people REALLY your heart's calling? Comet: Huh? Whaddya mean? Dragonyule Victor: Hearing those kids' wishes, didn't part of you want to make them come true? To see the joy on their faces as they opened the presents they so badly wanted? Comet: I... Dragonyule Victor: There's a child in this village who I want to make happy, you see. He heard Saint Starfall wasn't coming this year and completely shut himself away. Dragonyule Victor: It's my fault he's going through that. So to make amends, I'm doing something that's...outside of my comfort zone. Prancer: Good sir... Dragonyule Victor: Your scheme will rob innocent children of what little joy I can give them this year. But you can still choose a different path. Dragonyule Victor: A thief can't make these kids happy. But Saint Starfall can. Which will you be? Prancer: Of course we WANNA make those kids happy, but what choice do we have?! Prancer: Bad case o' the blues ain't never killed nobody. If thieving keeps US alive, what's it matter if we make a few kids cry? Dragonyule Victor: If you truly think you won't regret it, then so be it. But I know you will. Dragonyule Victor: I'm not so unfeeling that I can let people walk down the wrong path uncontested. Dragonyule Victor: If you need it, I can pay you a little for your labor out of my own pocket. Comet: Whoa, really? Dragonyule Victor: So you have to choose. Will you steal joy, or will you give it? Comet: I...guess we can make an exception, it being Dragonyule and all. We'll help you make those kids happy. Prancer: If the boss says so, then I'll help too. I'm not a thief tonight—I'm Saint Starfall! Dragonyule Victor: You and I both, my friend. Dragonyule Victor: Just one house left... Dragonyule Victor: Urgh... Daniil: Hello? Is... Is that you, Saint Starfall? Dragonyule Victor: Hello, Daniil. Sorry to wake you. Daniil: It's really you! Did you bring me a present?! Dragonyule Victor: I read your letter. Dragonyule Victor: But I'm afraid I can't give you what you asked for this year. Daniil: Why not?! I've been so good! Why can't you do it?! Daniil: I just want to see my dad again! Please! Victor: I'm sorry, Daniil. Your father is no longer here in this world. I can't bring him back. Daniil: No! He said he'd come home! Saint Starfall came, so why can't Dad?! Dragonyule Victor: Daniil, I know it can't take your father's place, but...this is for you. Dragonyule Victor: And...I'm sorry. Daniil: Saint Starfall, wait! Daniil: This is... Episode 5 What He Really Wanted Pirate Admirer: Check out my new telescope! One step closer to pirate queen! Timid Younger Sister: I got a teddy bear! It's so cute! Determined Elder Sister: Hee hee. I'm glad for you both, but you'll never guess what I got from Saint Starfall! Prancer: Look, Boss. They're all so happy. Makes me so proud we were able to give them Saint Starfall's buh... Bleh... Comet: Blessing, you simpleton? But yes, you're quite right. Prancer: Last night left us none the richer, but I'm glad we could bring these kids such joy. Comet: *sniff* Prancer: Huh? You cryin', Boss? Comet: Don't be ridiculous! My nose is just running from the cold, that's all. Victor: There you are. Comet: Good sir! Did you need something? Victor: I just wanted to give you your payment for helping me with the Saint Starfall gig. Comet: This is quite the sum! Are you sure? Prancer: Boss, this is enough to get us through the winter. We don't hafta starve! Victor: And you don't have to thieve either. You can live life on the straight and narrow. Comet: This is life-changing! Thank you! Victor: No need to thank me. You helped me pay off my own debt, so now we're even. Victor: Going forward, just don't do anything that'd make a child sad...or you'll regret it, just like I did. Prancer: Y'know, you look scary, but you really got a heart of gold, huh? Victor: Enough yapping. Get out of here, you two. Comet: We won't forget this. If you ever need some extra hands again, let us know and we'll come running! Victor: Now, then... It's time I moved along as well. Daniil: Wait! Victor: Oh, Daniil. What is it? Daniil: You're the captain my dad talked about, right? Victor: I am. Anton served under me. Daniil: And last night, when Saint Starfall came... That was you, right? Victor: I... Daniil: Saint Starfall gave me Dad's old cap. Only his captain could've gotten that. Victor: I'm sorry, Daniil. I failed as Saint Starfall. I couldn't give you what you really wanted. Victor: I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Daniil: Don't be sorry, Captain! You weren't a failure at all! Victor: But... Daniil: Since Dad isn't around anymore, I didn't think Saint Starfall would come at all this Dragonyule. Daniil: I knew no one could give me what I REALLY wanted, so I didn't say anything when I was asked. Daniil: But getting that present yesterday made me feel a little like Dad had come back after all. It made me really happy. Victor: Daniil... Victor: (He really is just like his dad. Especially when he smiles.) Victor: (I'm sorry, Anton. You should be here. It should have been me...)  ???: I don't blame you, Captain. You're a good man. Victor: Wh—?! Daniil: Thank you for everything, Captain! Come back next year and tell me more about my dad. I'll be waiting! Daniil: I'll be good until then. I promise! Victor: It's a deal, kiddo. Be a good boy, and I'm sure I'll see you again next year. Daniil: Okay! Bye for now, Captain! And Happy Dragonyule! Victor: ...Happy Dragonyule, Daniil.

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