Dragon of Dirge
Nightmare: Inferno Rider
Impermanence Heron
Story & Voice
Lore beats, character story moments, and voice lines to learn more about Brant.
Character Story
1An Improvised Afternoon at the Tavern
"Well, well... this hardly feels like a tavern, does it, friends?" A young man stepped through the door, bringing a gust of damp air and salty rainwater with him. He strode straight to the bar, swiping the empty glass from a patron nearby.
"Oi! What are you—"
"Shhh..." the young man interrupted, casually tossing a handful of
"Entertainment? You must be joking. Look outside, the rain isn't going anywhere. And don't get me started on the menu. Duller than a sack of potatoes, and twice as overpriced."
"Of course, I did come in from the rain. See? My hair is practically drowning in it. But even in a storm, there are tales to be had. Like this charming little wanted poster." He deftly plucked the poster from the patron's hand.
"Ah, we already talked about this. Something about the Immortal Returned, wearing a strange mask... What did he do again...?"
"He and his crew ventured through fog thick with sirens, dredging up shiploads of songs from the ocean's deepest whirlpools. They rescued the Pilgrim's Sails capsized by towering waves and reclaimed stolen supplies from pirates!"
"Hmm... That's not quite right, is it? You're just telling a story now!"
"Ha, of course, it is a story!" He laughed, raising his glass, "Drink up, my friend, and I'll tell everyone the real tale of the Immortal Returned!"
The glasses clinked. In an instant, the dreary tavern was transformed into a stage of imagination. Brant swiped the patron's hat and placed it on the bartender's head, his eyes sparkling as he presented the bartender's long-awaited rose to the woman beside him. The bartender, now donning the hat, became the ship's helmsman. The bald patron became a sailor, firing cannons at
The revelry ended abruptly when the door crashed open.
"Now this feels like a tavern!" The leader of the intruders sneered, holding up a wanted poster. "Take him, lads. The reward is doubled this time!"
"How about saving it for the next time!" With a mocking bow, the young man tossed a mask alight with violet flames into the air, vanishing in the commotion it caused.
When the dust settled, the tavern was filled with colorful ribbons, balloons, and scattered gifts from the sea.
The tavern's patrons picked up the scattered gifts. To their surprise, each one was a ticket to a show by the
2Dusk, When Fools Sing
The captain called a few of the crew to set up tables and grills on the beach for dinner. Battier hauled in a bountiful catch of fish, Lavito returned with a bundle of hares from his hunt, and Roccia, with her loyal companion
Laughing, Brant uncorked his cherished bottles of Nectarwine and passed them around.
"The
Yes, Carnevale was drawing near, the day they had all been waiting for. It would be their moment to perform the stories of the Fools on the grand stage for all to see. For this, they had worked tirelessly. Lavito had poured his very soul into the compositions, Tina spent a whole night perfecting a single high note... Each member was giving their all for the Carnevale, driven by their unshakable faith in their captain and his words—"We'll ask the world a question at the Carnevale: What makes life sing? And we'll give them our answer. But more than that, we'll show them we're not madmen... just a merry band of Fools."
Yes, just a merry band of Fools. But what, then, did being a Fool mean to the captain?
As they gathered for dinner, a group of children, new recruits to the troupe, crowded around the captain. They chimed in unison, "Captain, Captain! What exactly are Fools?"
The captain simply smiled in response, pulling a handful of candies from his pocket and handing them to the children. He glanced around at his crew. Battier and Lavito were deep in a heated debate, Hymer and Budd were playing rock-paper-scissors, and Tina was coaching Roccia on breathing techniques for singing. When he said nothing, one of the children mischievously popped a candy into his mouth.
"Alright, alright! Now, Little Katy, I was just thinking of how to answer you!" The captain narrowed his eyes, surrendering to the sweetness of the candy before it gave him a toothache. "Here comes the answer. Listen closely, little ones!"
"In this troupe, anyone who pursues freedom is a Fool! You, me, all of us!"
Katy pouted slightly, "Is that it? Doesn't sound very special... What are we even trying to prove at the Carnevale?"
"Nothing. We don't need to prove a thing." Brant rose to his feet, adjusting his captain's hat with a flourish. "We are there to sing and show the world who we truly are!"
"And now, my fellow Fools, let's fill our stomachs!"
3Reflections by the Campfire
First came the masks. He polished each one meticulously, pausing now and then to don one and improvise a scene. Over the years, Brant had played countless roles: the unstoppable hero, the comical clown, the extravagant nobleman, the scheming courtier, and even the devout
He despised courtiers. Acolytes, too. But on stage, he became each of them fully, burying his true self behind the mask and stepping into their lives. He respected the stage and every role he played because he knew the stage was his ocean.
Once the masks were done, he turned to his costumes, carefully pressing each one.
The costumes had to be immaculate under the spotlight. Not just for the role, but for the audience as well. To bring a smile to their face, respect was the first rule. So he smoothed out every crease, not allowing a single fold to remain. He knew the applause would be his ocean.
Finally, he began arranging the stage props.
The hero's sword, the clown's tambourine, the nobleman's family crest, the courtier's scepter, the Acolyte's scripture, and then... a small wooden box.
The box his parents left for him. It bore the carving of a tern, a silent reminder of the name he had long buried. Inside, the swirling patterns of the Ammonoid fossil served as a testament to his very first adventure. It had been his loyal companion through every day and night aboard the Pilgrim's Sail as he witnessed sickness, pain, and separation. The fossil stayed with him, a reminder to never forget what he had seen.
A reminder to observe life beyond the stage.
A reminder to see the sincerity behind the performance.
A reminder to face the self behind the mask.
With great care, he put away this most important of all stage props.
Because he knew that only by respecting himself could he truly make the place he stood his
4Through the Sea Storms
This was the fiercest storm they had ever faced. Waves flung them skyward, only to slam them down mercilessly. Behind them loomed a colossal monster, its deafening roars cutting through the chaos. That night, the sea unleashed its full wrath to remind them just how insignificant their lives were in its domain.
He opened his eyes, gazing into the untamed sea before him.
"Give up, Fools!" The
"It's over, Fools!" The
"Give the order, Captain!" His
His voice pierced the tempest, bold and unshaken. "Full speed ahead! Let's move, my friends! Tonight, we will tame this sea!"
Flames burst from the mast, blazing downward to engulf the troupe's banner and the ship itself. Amidst the sea's ferocious roars, the solitary flame pressed forward. Against the flames and waves, like a daring tern, he hurled himself forward with the grapple, laughing as he leaped straight into the heart of the tempest.
"Leave the beast to me!"
...
The storm relented.
The small ship drifted alone upon the vast sea, rocking gently. The crew stood on deck. Under their captain's command, they had weathered the storm and returned to their course. At that moment, they all began to whisper a name:
"He'll be okay."
"Captain…"
"He'll come back, won't he?"
"Really?"
"I believe in him."
"Brant…"
"Brant!! Captain! It's Captain Brant!!!"
Cheers erupted as if the curtain had been lifted again for an encore.
In the golden light of the rising sun, they saw him—their Captain Brant, riding atop the colossal sea beast's head in triumphant return.
"Friends, meet our new companion, Lario! We've got ourselves a new ship now!"
In time, they would build their stage upon the beast's back. Later, they would also discover that Lario was no ordinary Tacet Discord, but a rare Pliosaurus Somnii. Together, they would sail across
But for now, Brant stood tall atop the beast, saluting his crew. "And this, my friend, is a perfect opening! Now, cue the applause!"
"BRAVO! BRAVO!"
5When the Carnevale Ends
For the first time in ages, they could walk freely through the streets of
But now that they were on land, what were Fools like them supposed to do? That night, the captain had heartfelt conversations with many in his troupe. Some decided to part ways, returning to families they had missed. With blessings and warm embraces, the captain wished them happiness in their new lives. Others chose to stay with the troupe, eager to seek out new horizons, and the captain welcomed their continued companionship. Then there were those who felt lost, unsure of their next step. For them, the captain offered them a break.
"After all," he said with a playful grin, "once the Carnevale's over, you need time to clean up the confetti."
Some were curious about the captain's own plans, and he happily shared how he spent a day in Ragunna:
One morning after the
Finally, he returned to his old home.
"But I didn't go inside. After being away for so long, the house had already been sold. It's not mine anymore. I thought I'd come to say goodbye, but when I got there, I realized it wasn't needed. But I did hear the sound of a piano."
"It was a piece I didn't recognize. A new family has started their life there, just as I've been walking my own path for years now. I remember how my father used to teach me the piano when I was little, telling me, "You must find the music you love."
"You can play the piano, Captain?"
"Sadly, no. Before I could master it, the Order handed me a ticket for the Pilgrim's Sail. But that's fine. Now, I'm learning the hurdy-gurdy with you all!"
"For me, this is home. The songs we sing, the stories we tell. That's the music I've been searching for all along. There's no need to dwell on the past. Because once the confetti's swept up, it's time to prepare for the next revelry!"
"So, friends, fancy exploring this big, wide world with me?"
The captain extended his invitation, for his next course had long been charted.
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
I've got some time today. What would you say to a nice stroll on the beach? Maybe the sea breeze and ocean sunset will inspire you!
Thoughts: II
When sailing the seas, always remember to set your course first, and then... adapt to whatever comes your way!
Thoughts: III
Hey, here to see our performance? Take this ticket. No need to bring anything, just a smile and a heart full of excitement. But if you insist… Well, when I step on stage, be sure to give me all the applause and cheers you've got!
Thoughts: IV
All I think about on stage is losing myself in the role—the stage becomes "my" entire world, with every light, note, and movement telling "my" story. Up there, the world is my oyster. But once I step off, I'm just a minor character in the tale of <ano=the world>Solaris</ano>.
Thoughts: V
See that? Over there, just around the corner—that's Trattoria Margherita. Nearly everyone in our troupe has walked this alley; it's where we grew up. Out at sea, I'd wonder how <te href=850097>Ragunna</te> could turn its back on us, or what I'd do when I finally returned. I pictured a hundred things… but now, standing here, all I want is a slice of pizza... The sights and sounds of this city have always been a part of me.
Brant's Hobby
The boundless sea is the grandest stage, its towering waves our most thunderous applause! We sail with the currents and winds, hunting for cheers and laughter on every distant shore. Therefore, my friend, lift your voice and dance with abandon—for you, for me, and for every day we have lived in full!
Brant's Trouble
*sigh* Ain't got no money...
Favorite Food
Here, try this wine… A bit too sweet? Haha, that's just my "Strength!" Everyone's brew tastes different, you know. Battier's has a spicy edge, Tina's is rather refreshing. This is the Troupe's Strength… a blend of everyone's life.
Disliked Food
For me, any food's fair game. C'mon, don't overthink it! When you're hungry enough, everything tastes amazing!
Ideals
One day, our troupe will sail to every corner of the world, and every wave will echo a shared story—the tale of <ano=Freedom>the Fools</ano>!
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Chat: I
Take this telescope and see for yourself… Even the highest clouds feel close enough to touch, don't they? With this gadget, you'll catch every thrill onstage and every "new world" waiting out at sea.
Chat: II
Unforgettable adventures? Where to start? How about an ancient trial that spanned over a century?
About Roccia
Don't be fooled by our First Mate's age—if you ever need performance advice, she's your go-to. Plus, she's also an excellent stage designer!
About Carlotta
She's got her course set and sticks to it, no matter what. Living as a <te href=850101>Montelli</te> is no easy path, but she's determined to make her own way. And mark my words, when her performances draw to a close, she'll be known not just as a Montelli, but Carlotta.
About Cartethyia
Some call her a saint; others, a sinner. But who is she really? No one cares how she treats her friends or faces her foes. The Order's tales never speak of her dreams, and the legends conceal her heart's desire. Everyone has heard of Cartethyia—but does anyone know the person behind that name?
About Zani
Many wear masks to fit in, but not her. Whatever her past, whatever roles she's played, she's here now, true to herself.
Birthday Wishes
Happy birthday, my dear friend! Got any plans today? How about slipping away with me for a little adventure? I'll even let you take the helm. Here, hold on tight—together, we'll sail into the far horizon!
Idle: I
(Effort sound)
Idle: II
Let me see... Aha!
Idle: III
Hey, little one... There you go!
Self-Introduction
Brant's the name, captain of the <te href=850108>Fool's Troupe</te>! A pleasure to meet you, and please, call me whatever you'd like, for I'm but a humble Fool in pursuit of freedom. Enough with introductions now. Let's hand the stage over to everlasting joy and boundless liberty!
Greeting
The curtains pull back and I'm here to hunt for every laugh! Brant, at your service. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Join Team: I
The course is determined. Time to set sail!
Join Team: II
Rage on, approaching storm!
Join Team: III
Applaud for me, dear friend!
Ascension: I
With this, the stage is set for a grand opening. Come on, trim the sails!
Ascension: II
More power... Now we're storm-proof and unstoppable! Let's go, full speed ahead!
Ascension: III
We're smooth sailing now. Onto the next stop... Hard to portside!
Ascension: IV
With your strength, this massive wave is just a splash in our show! Bring it on!
Ascension: V
Haha! Now this is the strength worthy of a true swordsman of the seas! Join me on this voyage to the world's end, my friend! Together, we'll face that fleeting moment when the world turns upside down!
Aerial Attack: I
More passion!
Aerial Attack: II
Listen carefully!
Aerial Attack: III
Victory's mine!
Aerial Attack: IV
Perfect finale!
Aerial Attack: V
Keep the cheers coming!
Aerial Attack: VI
Here's to me!
Heavy Attack: I
Right behind you!
Heavy Attack: II
Focus, will you?
Resonance Skill
Don't blink.
Resonance Liberation: I
In the limelight!
Resonance Liberation: II
Climax of the show!
Resonance Liberation: III
Let the flames rise!
Intro Skill: I
Epic shot.
Intro Skill: II
At the helm.
Hit: I
Careful!
Hit: II
No worries.
Hit: III
A little mishap.
Injured: I
'Tis but a splash.
Injured: II
Let the tempest strike harder!
Injured: III
Haha, this is getting fun!
Fallen: I
The curtain falls...
Fallen: II
This is... not the end...
Fallen: III
The Fool's... final act…
Echo Summon
Your moment on stage!
Echo Transform
Same actor, different role!
Enemies Near
Brant salutes you.
Glider
Beyond my beloved horizon!
Sensor
The compass points... this way!
Dash
First to the treasure!
Supply Chest: I
Any wine inside?
Supply Chest: II
The scent of history.
Supply Chest: III
You earned it, you keep it.