Fall Carnival/Fall's Prelude

==Rules==
* Hero Level will be adjusted to 240 in Fall's Prelude. Hero Equipment Levels are adjusted to match Hero Level.
==Fall Harvest==
===Gifts & Conflict===
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:Chippy: Ah...ah... achoo!Brr, Chippy is freezing! Seems like winter is just around the corner
:Hammie: Oh right, November's almost here... time flies so fast, it feels like Sinbad's adventure was just yesterday.
:Sinbad: Hey! I heard my name! Long time no see, old friends!
:Sinbad: Here, it's a gift for you!
:Chippy: Wow! Sunflower seeds and nuts! And they come in different flavors!
:Hammie: And there's an embroidered handkerchief and a little dagger. Thank you, Sinbad!
:Hammie: This embroidery on the handkerchief is exquisite... it looks like the craftsmanship of the royal capital. Sinbad, where did you get this?
:Sinbad: I managed to snag a few rides on someone else's boat a couple of times. Picked these up while I was out there. Not bad, right?
: Where's my gift?
: Haven't you forgotten someone?
:Sinbad: Heh, of course, I could never exclude the greatest mage out there.
;With a flourish, Sinbad reveals a glass bottle;inside, a tiny ship sails over the undulating light, as if floating on the sea.
:Sinbad: I found this beauty on a treasure hunt! The lid can't be opened, and it won't shatter! Pretty cool, right?
: Is this... a ship in a bottle?
: It has a unique magical aura...
:Sinbad: I asked someone who knows their stuff. They said the ship can sail. With a little magical guidance, it'll head exactly where it needs to go.
:Sinbad: Apparently, it can , or something like that.
:Sinbad: I know nothing about magic, so it's yours—besides, it's clearly made for someone like you!
:Sinbad: If you get the chance, take a look and see what's going on with it! And don't forget to tell me what you find out!
: I'll take some time to study it.
:Sinbad: Haha, I'd bet as long as you're on the case, no mystery can remain unsolved.
:Chippy: Hey, check it out, Lucca's coming!
:Sinbad: Huh? What's he doing here?
:Lucca: Sinbad...?
:Sinbad: Don't act so surprised. What brings you here?
:Sinbad: Don't get your hopes up, I only brought gifts for and his friends.
:Lucca: Who's talking to you? Simmer down and don't cause any trouble in the city.
: Are you here to see me?
:Lucca: Yes, there's been trouble in the port lately, and we need your insight.
;As if in response to Lucca's words, a roar echoes from nearby.
;Two groups of young men, one from the Water Wights, the other from the Carmine Whispers, are in a heated argument!
:Shopa the Fang: Did you do that on purpose?! You almost dislocated my shoulder!
:Darlo the Bear: You bet I ran into you, filthy Water Wights!
:Jeb the Snake: You posy parrots trying to throw your weight around again? We may have lost, but we're not weak!
:Lucca: Looks like they're at it again...
:Lucca: You lot, that's enough!
===Peacemaker===
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===Fall Harvest?===
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;Even as they're pulled apart, both gangs continue glaring and hurling insults at each other...
:Jeb the Snake: Let go of me, I'm going to show these posy parrots what's what!
:Shopa the Fang: Enough, the Carmine Whispers boss is here, show them some respect.
:Darlo the Bear: What?! Do I look like I need your respect?!
;As the conflict seems poised to intensify, a strong voice breaks through the crowd.
:Sonja: Silence! All of you!
:Darlo the Bear: ....Boss! Why trouble yourself in person for something so trivial...
:Shopa the Fang: Hmph, you lot can't even stand on your own without backup. The Carmine Whispers are full of spineless cowards.
:Darlo the Bear: You—!
:Sonja: Shut it, now! Stand at attention!
:Sonja: You again. Finished your patrol? How many times is it this week that you've kicked up trouble on the streets?
:Darlo the Bear: No, boss! It was the Water Wights being unreasonable this time, I—
:Sonja: Unreasonable? I'm well aware of what's been going on.
:Sonja: Darlo, I don't want to hear anymore. Apologize. We're not going to become a spectacle for outsiders.
:Darlo the Bear: I...
:Darlo the Bear: Alright... I'm sorry, Shopa.
:Sonja: Shopa, this time the Water Wights were in the right. With that said, I'll let your words slide just this once.
:Sonja: But remember to mind yourselves. I allow the Water Wights who haven't sided with the Dead Tide Fleet to make a living in the city, but that doesn't mean my tolerance is limitless.
:Sonja: Your associate Tesio is now swinging from the gallows, so let that be a lesson to you!
:Shopa the Fang: Y-Yes...
:Sonja: This is a one-time exception, don't expect it to happen again.
:Sonja: Anyone who can't mind their tongue will be dragged to the edge of the docks where I will personally strap chains to their feet
:Sonja: Now, go about your business.
: Swift and resolute.
: I'm shivering in my boots.
:Sonja: Don't mock me, the Carmine Whispers and Water Wights have been at each other's throats for years, and such hatred isn't easily quelled.
:Sonja: Just a bit of friction and suddenly old grudges reignite.
:Lucca: Fights are common at the docks, but lately, things have been out of control.
:Lucca: The Wights have always been two-faced, and with the pressure Sonja and I have been putting on our guys, the Carmine Whispers are also becoming resentful.
:Sonja: So, we've come to you for advice.
:Sinbad: If you ask me, just let them fight it out. As long as no one gets killed, they'll eventually tucker themselves out.
:Sonja: ...Sinbad? What are you doing here?
:Sinbad: I've been here the whole time! I was here before Lucca even showed up!
:Sinbad: Never mind, I'm a broad-minded adventurer... I won't hold it against you.
:Sinbad: I saw everything that just went down. Let me give you some advice without holding a grudge. After all, if things get out of hand, it's the people in the city that will suffer.
:Lucca: And what kind of grand advice could you offer?
:Sonja: Let him speak.
:Sinbad: *Cough*—Well, here's what I'll say. On my last voyage, the ship had sailors aboard from all over, and sometimes fights would break out.
:Sinbad Later, I organized a few little shindigs. We all drank, chatted, and passed the time. Once everyone warmed up, the atmosphere completely changed.
:Sinbad: Since you're not busy and have the means, why not organize something to bring everyone together and create some buzz?
:Sinbad: Even if you can't clear up old grudges, at least it'll help them blow off some steam and maybe put a lull in the constant brawls.
:Lucca: ...Well look at you, kid, after just a few weeks at sea, you've gotten all sophisticated.
:Sonja: Setting aside how trustworthy the person making the suggestion is, it's certainly a way to go. But...
:Sinbad: But...? I'm not hearing any better ideas.
:Sonja: We need a reason.
:Sinbad: A reason?
:Sonja: To bring both sides together without causing further conflict.
:Sonja: I can order the Carmine Whispers to attend, but the Water Wights won't be easily convinced.
;Just then, a rough and familiar voice breaks through.
:Hugin: A reason? The Fall Harvest is just around the corner, what better reason there be?
:Hugin: Hahaha, we can restore old customs and have a great time. Isn't that a win-win?
:Hugin: Now that I think of it, I've been here in Rustport for years and I've never seen you organize anything for the ! You've been too focused on petty disputes to remember the old customs.
: What is the Fall Harvest?
: Hugin, what brings you here?
:Sonja: I don't know either. Is it a dwarven festival?
:Sinbad: Uh, Fall Harvest? Hmm... I've heard it mentioned. Some sailors got drunk before we set sail and said it was close to the festival, so they might as well celebrate early.
:Sinbad: But at the time, I was busy navigating them around the reefs, so I didn't have time to ask for details...
:Hugin: ...You... You lot! You've never even heard of the Fall Harvest?!
:Hugin: , it's hard to believe you don't know either. You're such a great mage! Hardhead and Whistler are stunned!
: I might have known, but I forgot.
: We've been a bit busy elsewhere...
: I remain humbly ignorant.
:Chippy: It can't be helped, Hugin, the Magister's lost his memory...
:Hammie: Folks, the Fall Harvest is one of the most important holidays.
:Hammie: Everyone celebrates in their own way on the last day of October.
:Lucca: ..The last day of October? That's coming up soon!
:Sonja: If we're planning to gather everyone for the Fall Harvest, we need to hurry and set things up...
:Maho the Rope: Boss! B-bad news!
:Sonja: Maho? What's going on? Darlo and his crew up to no good again?
:Maho the Rope: N-no, not Darlo... it's a monster—a big, green monster!
:Sonja: Monster?! Lucca, follow me, let's go see!
===Mysterious Foe===
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===Uninvited Guest===
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;The woman beside that familiar green monster is the same figure seen in the Dark Forest before—
:Cecia: ...You. We meet again.
:Hammie: ?!
:Chippy: What are you doing in Rustport?!
:Lucca: You know this Graveborn?
:Sonja: Are you with the Dead Tide Fleet?
:Cecia: Dead Tide Fleet? How insulting. Don't lump me in with those sea-stinking brutes—even my servant wouldn't lower himself to their level.
:Sonja: She actually called that green monster her servant.
:Cecia: My word, this place is rampant with ignorant fools.
:Cecia: , I must admit that your choice had some merit.
:Cecia: I hate noisy subordinates, which is why I treasure my servant's silence...
:Cecia: Consequently, I find myself having to partake in a senseless conversation with creatures who don't even deserve to brush the hem of my gown.
:Cecia: Summoning some talking familiars early on, like you did, would've saved a lot of trouble.
: Stop acting like we're equals!
: Chippy and Hammie are far cuter!
: My summoning skills are beyond you.
::Cecia: Hmph, as arrogant as ever. But strength gives one the right to be prideful; to bow would only lack grace.
:Sonja: Why have you come to Rustport to wreak havoc?
:Sonja: Are you after the Hodgkin made off with?
:Sonja: If that's what you're here for, you're out of luck. It sank to the deeps with Hodgkin ages ago.
:Cecia: You're the boss of this place, huh? You seem rather sharp.
:Cecia: The Void Relic is a sacred object every servant of Death dreams of, and if someone chooses to offer it to me on bended knee, I'd happily accept.
:Cecia: But, scrounging around for something myself... that's far too undignified, even if it's the Void Relic.
:Cecia: That's why I let my servant arrive first to pay you the courtesy of a proper introduction.
:Sinbad: Enough! Quit beating around the bush and just tell us what your angle is.
:Hammie: In short, she's not with the Dead Tide Fleet and isn't seeking the Void Relic. That green monster's mischief was just her acting on a whim...
: So, what's your purpose here?
: You're avoiding the question.
::Cecia: There's no need to keep prying. That's just basic politeness. Could it be I overestimated your refinement? If so, my apologies.
:Cecia: Well then, since has asked, it wouldn't be proper to continue evading the issue.
:Cecia: Everyone, consider this my gift for the upcoming Fall Harvest— a blessing from the dead.
:Cecia: I extend my early wishes for a joyous Fall Harvest to you all.
:Cecia: And with that, I bid you farewell.
: She's gone.
: She refused to give a clear answer.
:Sonja: What does "blessing from the dead" mean? Is that some declaration of attack?
:Lucca: No idea. But she didn't seem all that hostile.
:Hugin: On that note, even that Graveborn is aware of the Fall Harvest...
:Hugin: And yet, out of everyone present, only Merlin's familiar and I are aware of this basic knowledge... Whistler is shaking with rage, refusing to support me!
:Sinbad: Ugh, why are you defending her?!
:Hugin: Unacceptable is unacceptable, no matter who she is!
:Sonja: Enough, all of you. Quit fooling around. We need to increase patrols—there's no way that Graveborn disappeared without a trace.
:Sonja: If she sends something else to "greet" us, we need to deal with it quickly. If the citizens learn there's another Graveborn roaming around, it'll be chaos.
:Sonja: Lucca, assign two squads—one to patrol along the coast, the other to guard the city at night.
:Lucca: Yes, boss!
==Makeover Time!==
===Morning Surprise===
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:Lucca: *Yawn* Good morning. , how did you sleep?
:Chippy: We had a good rest! But Lucca, are you alright? You seem like you haven't slept at all.
:Lucca: Well, I was out patrolling all night long.
:Hammie: Sinbad also looks like he's still half-asleep...
:Sinbad: *Yawn* Morning, guys. Ready for some action? Even though I'm not a part of the Carmine Whispers, I won't sit this one out since Rustport is my home.
:Sinbad: After all, that "greeting" from the Graveborn yesterday was nuts. If her "servant" keeps appearing in Rustport, it'll disrupt the peace we've worked so hard for.
: How was the patrol?
::Lucca: The Water Wights and Carmine Whispers were their usual selves, nearly brawling in the tavern, but it was quiet otherwise.
: Any incidents?
::Sinbad: Everything was fine. Just now, I visited the workers who might have seen that lady and the monster yesterday, and they reported nothing unusual.
:Lucca: Is it possible that the Graveborn simply showed up to make a spectacle and then took off? Was it just a show?
:Sinbad: Don't let your guard down yet. With that kind of an entrance, she's got something up her sleeve.
:Sinbad: Maybe she isn't the type who likes schemes and tricks; she might prefer straightforward—
;A sudden uproar breaks Sinbad's train of thought. Now, a figure rushes toward you.
:Maho the Rope: Make way, make way! It's bad, Lucca! We're in serious trouble!
:Sinbad: Huh? It's you again? Were you the one who mentioned seeing the green monster yesterday?
:Lucca: What's wrong, Maho? Calm down. Did your buddies get into another fight?
:Maho the Rope: No, that's not it. The Bobcat and the Bear mentioned they were heading to confront the Water Wights this morning, but they've disappeared.
:Maho the Rope: Guessing where they'd gone to challenge the Wights, I planned to check their usual spots to see what was going оп.
:Maho the Rope: And then, and then— I saw giant rats scurrying through the streets!
:Lucca: Giant rats? Could they be related to that Graveborn from yesterday?!
:Sinbad: We should hurry and see!
===Giant Rat!===
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===True Form?===
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:Lucca: These rats are tough to handle! They seem more ferocious than those in the sewers...
;Suddenly, the bodies of the giant rats begin to convulse before their fur vanishes and their figures warp—
;In just a few seconds, the terrifying beasts transform into somewhat familiar forms.
:Lucca: Jeb? Shopa?! They're with the Water Wights! How is this possible?!
:Jeb the Snake: Umm...
:Shopa the Fang: Eh...?
: The rats... transformed?
: They transformed into rats...?
: Wow, how curious!
:Lucca: Hey, snap out of it! What's going on here?
:Jeb the Snake: Ugh, my head is killing me...
:Shopa the Fang: My mind's all foggy, like I'm drunk, but we didn't drink this morning... did we?
:Belp the Kelp: Wait, wait, isn't that Lucca from the Carmine Whispers?! When did you arrive? We didn't cause any trouble!
:Jeb the Snake: About making trouble... I think I made a mess. But... I can't recall...
:Shopa the Fang: Ugh, yuck, I have this strange taste in my mouth-I swear I had a wild dream about biting through metal bars!
: You weren't dreaming.
::Shopa the Fang: What?! You're telling me I actually chewed through bars?!
: You were transformed into rats.
::Shopa the Fang: R-rats?! Like the ones from the sewers?! Rats?!
:Sinbad: By the way, you're Shopa, right? You sure went all out biting us—no wonder your nickname is the "Fang"!
:Shopa the Fang: Zip it! "Fang" just relates to my vicious attacks! I didn't actually bite anyone!
:Sinbad: No, you've definitely got some chompers on ya, and that big guy next to you was charging all over—I've never seen a rat that muscular before.
:Sinbad: The little guy here is quieter but sneakier, biting stealthily when you're not looking.
:Lucca: Time for some answers. How were you turned into rats?
:Shopa the Fang: I...I can't remember! I'm still groggy, it all felt like a dream.
:Shopa the Fang: Belp, you were the last to arrive, do you remember what happened?
:Belp the Kelp: Let me think... When I found you, you had just finished scrapping with the Carmine Whispers. I remember Jeb even punching the Bobcat.
:elp the Kelp: I was going to walk over, but the Carmine Whispers came toward me, looking furious, so I booked it.
:Belp the Kelp: I remember now! I was in a side alley, and I caught a glimpse of a... a...
:Belp the Kelp: A !
:Lucca: A green monster—that's the Graveborn's servant we saw yesterday!
:Belp the Kelp: I was shocked, but a moment later, it was gone. Figured my eyes were playing tricks on me...
:Belp the Kelp: But when I turned around, my legs went numb, and my mind blanked...
:Belp the Kelp: I have these hazy memories of running wild, but when I came to, I was just as you see me now.
:Jeb the Snake: Oof, my whole body hurts... How did we turn back? Did you use magic on us, or...?
:Sinbad: Don't question it, Jeb. You should just be thankful you're back to normal.
:Sinbad: This means that Graveborn woman isn't done with us. How could she dare to cast a spell in broad daylight and turn people into rats!
:Hammie: It's not just a transformation spell, but a fleshweave spell... much like the sinister arts of Viperian, the Graveborn of the Dead Tide Fleet!
:Hammie: But Viperian's magic demands constant control, while Cecia's spell worked quickly, though its effects seem unstable.
:Hammie: That means if we act quickly, we might be able to change everyone back!
: And thrash them til they turn back?
::Sinbad: Now this is fun. We have an excuse to go after those we can't stand! Totally justified too!
::Lucca: Now's not the time to settle personal scores.
: She's bound to have more tricks.
::Lucca: Summoning monsters yesterday, turning people into rats today—none of it can stand!
:Lucca: They might not be the only ones affected. Where will she strike next?
:Sinbad: Just now, Belp said they split after scrapping with the Carmine Whispers, then saw a green monster and turned into rats...
:Sinbad: Lucca, maybe one of your guys knows something.
:Lucca: Let's go and see what we can find.
;Just as everyone is about to set off, a commotion suddenly erupts. Sonja parts the gasping crowd and walks toward you with a furrowed brow.
:Sinbad: Sonja! Where have you been? We could've used your help.
:Sonja: Now it's me who needs you. Follow me immediately to the Sanctum Square, near Dura's Statue.
:Sonja: A group of just appeared there!
===Plaza Monster===
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===Innocent Victim===
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:Sinbad: Could these Graveborn monsters also be...?
:Chippy: Look, they're morphing too!
;As Chippy's gasps fill the air, the monsters' bodies twist and writhe, revealing ordinary women.
;They appear disoriented, but after a few moments, they begin to regain their senses...
:Shalin: What just happened... Ugh, I feel nauseous...
:Achillea: My vision's all blurry, and my body aches all over...
:Zolla: I just had what felt like an exhausting dream...
:Zolla: Miss Sonja? What are you doing here?!
:Sonja: If I'm not mistaken, you're the sail makers who work at the docks, right?
:Sonja: Two weeks ago, when several ships were waiting to set sail, I remember meeting you and asking about the emergency orders.
:Shalin: Yes, I was the foreman in charge, and the one who negotiated with you. These two were there as well, helping to evaluate deadlines and quality.
:Sinbad: It seems these people are innocent victims too.
:Sonja: Victims... too? Did you all experience something similar just now?
:Lucca: In a way. Earlier, some of those troublemakers from the Water Wights were turned into rats.
:Sonja: Rats...?
:Lucca: We're still investigating.
:Sonja: First they turn into rats, then into Graveborns... things are getting more and more complicated.
:Sonja: Everyone, I'm going to get this sorted out. Before you passed out, did anything out of the ordinary happen?
:Shalin: The three of us agreed to work overtime today. I got to the factory first, but I didn't notice anything unusual.
:Zolla: I—I think I saw something strange!
:Zolla: I was taking my daughter to meet her friend and got delayed, so when I picked up Achillea, we were already running late.
:Zolla: Before we met Shalin, we lifted our skirts and took a watery shortcut...
:Obscure Shadow: Hmph, this time, you'll be the highlight of the Fall Harvest.
:Zolla: Achillea, did you spot the woman in front of us?
:Achillea: What's wrong, Zolla? There's no one there.
:Zolla: What... she vanished? Was I mistaken?
:Achillea: Ugh, why is my head spinning...
:Zolla: Next thing I knew, the world was spinning, and then I blacked out.
:Zolla: She stayed in the shadows, so I couldn't see her face clearly. Oddly enough, even without a clear view, I felt she must be beautiful.
:Sonja: Understood. Please don't leave. I'll send for a physician to examine you.
:Sinbad: Sounds like the same Graveborn from yesterday. You called her Cecia, yes?
:Chippy: We met her in the Dark Forest. She was draining the life force of the Lucent Tree.
:Sinbad: In short, she's a villain.
:Hammie: But she was courteous to us. It felt like she had a true motive outside of pure evil.
:Sonja: Hmph, a motive... what kind of noble goal would a Graveborn possibly have?
:Sonja: To casually turn random people into Graveborn like that-who knows what kind of disaster this unfeeling creature might unleash.
;Almost as if in response to Sonja's speculation, a figure rushes in from the street corner.
:Belp the Kelp: The C-Carmine Whispers! Control your men!
:Belp the Kelp: Someone saw the Bear and his gang turning into monsters, too!
:Sonja: ...As expected, nothing's getting easier.
:Sonja: We need to stop this chaos from spreading. Let's go.
===Monster Return===
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===Trouble Resolved===
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;After defeating the monsters, they, just like before, quickly shed their twisted forms and revert to humans.
;Only this time, the victims seemed unusually energetic.
:Darlo the Bear: *Growl*
:Darlo the Bear: Agh—uh, huh? What happened? Why did I suddenly just...
:Shopa the Fang: Wow, they really did turn back....
:Jeb the Snake: See, I told you, a good thrashing would fix them, just like when we turned into rats!
:Reno the Bobcat: Ah... I feel like I had a really satisfying dream. Had a big ruckus and taught those Water Wight fools a good lesson—
:Lucca: You're the real fool!
:Reno the Bobcat: Ow, ow, ow! Lucca, why did you hit me? I've been behaving and haven't fought at all today.
:Shopa the Fang: Who says! You were actual monsters just now, and you attacked us! Even I'm banged up!
:Darlo the Bear: I don't remember!
:Reno the Bobcat: I don't either!
:Sonja: ...You all need to clear your heads. I have some questions.
:Sonja: Darlo, before you turned into monsters, did you see a female Graveborn?
:Darlo the Bear: W—what, she was a Graveborn?!
:Maho the Rope: Was she a Graveborn? I'm not sure... At the time, the Bear and the Bobcat were discussing how to deal with the Water Wights. I wanted to greet them...
:Maho the Rope: Just behind them, I spotted a stunning woman—dressed in black with hair as dark as the night!
:Cecia: Oh? You must work for the top dog around here. I believe I saw you yesterday.
:Cecia: What a rough bunch... but your energy and enthusiasm are quite fascinating.
:Cecia: Well then, put on a show for me.
:Maho the Rope: She appeared abruptly before us and said some baffling things, but at that moment, my mind went blank, and I could only stare at her.
:Maho the Rope: The two others were also frozen, just staring at her, forgetting what they were supposed to do!
:Reno the Bobcat: Y-yes, in hindsight, her skin and eyes were quite strange... but at the time, I didn't feel anything unusual.
:Reno the Bobcat: I only thought she was extremely beautiful and dignified, even feeling an urge to bow to her...
:Maho the Rope: I almost did too... but then, I just blacked out.
:Sonja: It sounds like Cecia.
;Unexpectedly, Sonja apologizes to the victims before her-both to the Carmine Whispers and the Water Wights.
:Sonja: Everyone, due to our previous oversight, we were unable to stop her in time.
:Sonja: I promise to bolster our forces and strengthen the city's defenses.
:Jeb the Snake: Uh, ah, no need to be so polite... it's giving me the creeps.
:Shopa the Fang: Agreed, while I'd love to see the leader of the Carmine Whispers bowing to me, um, let's just skip ahead.
:Shopa the Fang: We were the ones who got ambushed first, and honestly, turning into rats was actually pretty exciting...
:Belp the Kelp: Just say "It's fine." These lot are too focused on their pride.
:Reno the Bobcat: The idiots from the Water Wights don't know what's good for them. Just ignore them, boss!
:Reno the Bobcat: Even if we all changed, being Graveborn is still better than being one of those idiots who turned into rats!
:Darlo the Bear: Don't get me wrong, though Graveborns aren't exactly pleasant, the feeling of being one was pretty nice-my whole body felt relaxed and full of energy... like I could keep fighting and taking hits.
:Shopa the Fang: After all, for some people, their brains are barely functioning to begin with, so becoming a mindless Graveborn just puts them further in their element.
:Darlo the Bear: You! Are you mocking me?!
:Shopa the Fang: You can still understand human speech and seem more reasonable now. How about you try turning into a rat? It might make you smarter.
:Darlo the Bear: This is infuriating! I'd rather turn into a Graveborn and teach you a lesson!
: Graveborn magic is dangerous.
::Darlo the Bear: Hm, I know... In that in-between state of neither human nor ghost, the only perk is strength. I wish I could switch at any time.
: I have a safe morphing spell.
::Darlo the Bear: Is there magic that could transform us? I'd love to try it if it could make me stronger!
:Hammie: If it's merely a shapeshifting spell, it's quite simple for Magister .
:Hammie: He has this handsome face now thanks to the shapeshifting spell.
:Chippy: However, that's vastly different from what you just experienced! You became monsters, from bones to muscles.
:Chippy: The Magister's magic merely alters your appearance, leaving your mind unchanged.
;At this moment, accompanied by the rhythmic clanging of metal, a familiar voice draws near—
:Hugin: Ha! You finally remembered the Fall Harvest tradition! I heard you talking about disguises—what are you planning to dress up as?
:Sonja: Fall Harvest tradition?
:Hugin: What, weren't you organizing the Fall Harvest? Last time we parted, you said you needed to get it done quickly.
:Sonja: Yes, but we were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a Graveborn.
:Hugin: And what now? You've simply forgotten about the Fall Harvest?
:Hugin: I feared your lack of experience, so I drafted the plans last night for your first event!
:Maho the Rope: Uh, is it really time for the festival now...?
:Hugin: What do you know! This is a precious tradition. The Fall Harvest was originally held to commemorate fallen warriors after the end of the Divine War.
:Hugin: On this day, everyone gathers together to honor the spirits of the fallen heroes throughout the night. To show the camaraderie and unity from the wars, every Fall Harvest has some form of costume tradition.
:Hugin: The traditions of the Fall Harvest have been passed down for thousands of years! We can't just abandon them now!
:Shopa the Fang: So, uh, are we celebrating the festival now? Amidst the chaos in the city with Graveborns and monsters everywhere?
:Hugin: Exactly, this is the perfect time! Originally, the Fall Harvest was held to honor the spirits all night, but it gradually turned into a night of costume revelry.
:Hugin: To this day, it's said that on the night of the Fall Harvest, even the spirits of the departed are granted return to the mortal realm. They take on different forms, mingling with the crowds to sing and dance.
:Hugin: In the midst of the city's turmoil, it's the perfect way to bolster everyone's spirits.
:Sonja: The commemorative aspect is indeed fitting for the ailing Rustport... and it provides a means to suppress rumors of people turning into monsters.
:Sonja: Hugin, I will send others to help you advance the Fall Harvest plans. However, Cecia cannot be left ignored.
:Sonja: Before the festival arrives, we must stop her.
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:Cecia: It seems that even with the life force extracted from the Lucent Tree, it's impossible to sustain the fleshweave spell for long.
:Cecia: To create a new generation of our kind, the Void Relic of Bantus remains essential.
:Cecia: How could such a valuable relic be discarded at the bottom of the sea? Can the locals not grasp its worth, or do they understand that its power is too dangerous to control?
:Cecia: What do you say?
:Unknown Servant: ...
:Cecia: How dull... It would have been better if you had retained your ability to speak.
:Cecia: Nevertheless, you willingly accepted becoming like this, didn't you?
;The servant slowly raises a foot, stepping on the stone slabs with a muffled sound.
:Cecia: Heh... A fine answer.
:Cecia: Well then, it's time for the next act.
==Let's Exchange!==
===Bountiful Catch===
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;Early the next morning, an unexpected guest rushes in with news&mdash
:Naso the Seawolf: Leader of the Carmine Whispers! Honorable Mage! I've come to report something!
:Lucca: I've seen you before, are you a fisherman?
:Naso the Seawolf: That's right, I'm Naso, an unofficial member of the Fishing Society, known as the "Seawolf"! My dream is to surpass my master, "Eighty," and catch a hundred-pound fish!
:Lucca: Spare us the irrelevant details. What are you here to report?
:Naso the Seawolf: Oh, it's great news! Last night, a few fellow anglers and I went night fishing, and by dawn, we hauled in several massive, incredibly impressive, absolutely amazing fish!
:Naso the Seawolf: My master's been saying something like this would surely put that old codger "One-Rod" in his place!
:Lucca: Uh, well done. But why report this? I thought you'd reeled in a corpse or something like that.
:Naso the Seawolf: Ah, you see... those fish were so aggressive, neither my master nor I could control them.
:Naso the Seawolf: Once we hit land, they started lunging at us, nearly killing us both!
:Naso the Seawolf: Being quicker, my master told me to rush to the Carmine Whispers for aid...
:Lucca: Hold on, fish? On land? Chasing and attacking people?!
: What did those fish look like?
:Naso the Seawolf: Bigger and taller than humans! They can wield fishing rods as weapons and make howling noises!
: How big were the fish?
:Naso the Seawolf: Enormous! They're half a head taller than me at least!
:Sinbad: Larger than humans, wielding weapons... they can't be fish, can they?!
:Sinbad: Are you talking about those fish-like monsters that show up near the Blackthorn Sea... if we can even refer to them as fish-like...
:Lucca: Let's not waste time unpacking this. Move! This might be the work of that Graveborn!
:Sinbad: Good point, let's go!
===Big Fish!===
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===Catch 'Em All!===
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;Despite defeating all the fish monsters, they still writhe on the ground, with no sign of reverting to their original forms.
:Lucca: They... aren't changing back.
:Sinbad: Are they actually some breed of monster and not altered humans?
;While everyone is speculating, a hearty laugh breaks through the gloomy air.
:Angler Eighty: Hahaha, thank you all for assisting me in dealing with these rebellious creatures!
:Angler Eighty: I'm Naso's mentor, but you can just call me "Eighty," as I once reeled in an 80-pound giant with a single rod, all by lonesome!
:Sinbad: ...So he's abandoned his real name just to brag about a fish. These fanatics...
:Angler Eighty: Ha! The lackey of that "One-Rod" chump has arrived! I knew they'd want to challenge me!
;Sure enough, a young man rushes over from nearby.
:Tobi the Seahawk: *Panting*... The Carmine Whispers, I can't believe I finally found you! I've been looking for ages...
:Sinbad: Are you also an unofficial, non-registered member of the Fishing Society...?
:Tobi the Seahawk: That's right, I'm Tobi, apprentice to "One-Rod," also known as the "Seahawk"! My dream is to one day surpass my master and reel in 200 catches in a single day!
:Tobi the Seahawk: We fished all of last night, casting rod after rod non-stop!
:Tobi the Seahawk: And what we reeled in wasn't just some small fish; it was the coveted !
:Naso the Seawolf: Damedangler... Hmph, that's yesterday's news. My master and I caught something even rarer, a fish monster-
:Hammie: Hold on, if I'm not mistaken, the damedangler is that super aggressive fish with the enormous mouth, right?
:Hammie: One of those could gulp me and Chippy down in one bite, and even might find them tough to handle...
:Tobi the Seahawk: Yep, that's right! We reeled in a few of them, and they're pretty feisty. My master's still wrestling with them, but he won't get swallowed up just yet!
:Tobi the Seahawk: Since I'm quick on my feet, I ran over here to ask for help!
:Sinbad: You should have told us how dangerous this was from the start! We need to go help him right away!
:Tobi the Seahawk: It's fine! If my master knew we caught a fish better than "Eighty," he'd die happy, even if he got swallowed!
:Sinbad: ....I've had enough of you fishing maniacs!
===Alive & Kicking?===
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===Fish Exchange===
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:Angler Eighty: M-My prized catch?! My two-meter-long fish monster?! A brand new chapter of my life?!
:Angler One-Rod: My ultimate damedangler haul! Ten casts, ten damedanglers! A brand new milestone!
:Fishermen: —All of it... gone?!
:Lucca: Huh? Those fish monsters and damedanglers... they're all just normal fish now.
:Lucca: Compared to those who were turned into Graveborns before, the reversion to their true forms this time was noticeably slower.
;Various types of fish feebly flare their gills, devoid of the fierce energy they previously possessed.
:Sinbad: But they've still returned to their original forms, which is all we could've hoped for!
:Sinbad: If they had truly transformed permanently, Rustport could have been overrun by them in no time.
:Sinbad: ...Uh, are we really going to ignore those fishermen blubbering over there?
:Sinbad: They even gave those weird fish they caught special names... It looked like they were ready to log them in the record books.
:Lucca: I honestly don't want to get involved... but alright, these guys have done quite a bit for us in the past.
:Lucca: After all, they've acted as lookouts, warned us of dangers, and hauled in things they shouldn't have... more times than I can count.
:Lucca: , do you have any ideas on how to console them?
: These fish were twisted by magic.
: These fish don't prove expertise.
:Lucca: I see. Hey, you all, quit crying! Pay attention!
:Angler Eighty: W-What is it? If I'd known I'd lose this precious catch, I would've rather been eaten by them!
:Angler One-Rod: My ten-cast streak of damedanglers, do you know how rare that is?! It'll never happen again! Ahhh—
:Lucca: Listen up! These fish were always meant to be ordinary; it was evil magic that turned them into what you saw earlier.
:Lucca: And besides, even if they're just ordinary fish, the sheer number likely exceeds what you've caught before.
:Lucca: It's possible that magic influenced this, so these fish shouldn't count toward your fishing prowess or career records!
:Sinbad: Exactly, just consider it a lucky break and celebrate—there's plenty of fish here, enough to feed you for days!
:Angler Eighty: N-No... no way! Even if they were affected by magic, I caught them myself, and I'm going to make replicas of them to hang on my wall!
:Angler One-Rod: Hmph, back in my day, I caught 101 fish in a single day—way more than now! And there wasn't any magic at work back then!
:Angler Eighty: Haha, but didn't you get all excited when you caught just two damedanglers this time? So, you do agree that the essence of fishing is quality, not quantity, right?
:Angler One-Rod: Hmph, says the one who can only catch something once every thirty days! So what if you reeled in 80 kilos with one cast? It still doesn't amount to much per day!
:Naso the Seawolf: *Sigh* These two have always been rivals. They start bickering the moment they meet. I thought this time would finally put an end to their feud.
:Naso the Seawolf: Well, if that's how it is, take some of this rare catch with you. Think of it as nature's gift.
:Tobi the Seahawk: You can have these too. My master and I fish in this area, so the yield will definitely be different from what you usually get.
:Naso the Seawolf: Alright, a trade it is! The more we know of each other, the more meaningful our contests will be!
:Tobi the Seahawk: Carmine Whispers, and Magister, please accept these as well!
: I guess I've no reason to refuse!
: I'm not brave enough to eat this...
: Thanks... I guess I'll take them...
;No sooner are the words spoken than Hugin, who has just arrived, finds a fish shoved into his hands by the enthusiastic fisherman.
:Naso the Seawolf: You arrived just in time! These last fish are yours!
:Hugin: Oh? Th-thank you, but I don't eat fish...
:Lucca: Hugin, what brings you here? How are the preparations for the Fall Harvest?
:Hugin: Patience; everything is proceeding according to plan. We just don't have any ideas yet for the gifts of the Fall Harvest exchange.
:Hugin: Why are you swapping fish already? The Fall Harvest isn't upon us just yet.
: Is fish trading a tradition too?
:Hugin: Historically, the initial Fall Harvest was all about different peoples exchanging their unique specialties.
:Hugin: After all, fall is the season of harvest. Exchanging goods is not only about sharing resources but also showcasing one's own strengths and fostering mutual understanding...
:Hugin: Over time, the tradition evolved into swapping tasty delicacies like Lightbearer malt sugar, Mauler floral honey, and Wilder honeyberries. Sweeter is better, and they keep well.
:Hugin: Then it became a tradition for children to ask for candy, and adults, in the spirit of fall's bounty, to hand some over by the bucket full.
: I've seen something like this...
: Oh, I see what it is now.
: You should've said this earlier!
:Hugin: Haha, Magister Merlin, have you finally remembered?
:Hugin: Traditions evolve with time, yet seeing you swap fish today feels like a return to the old ways! Most excellent!
:Sinbad: Ah, come to think of it, the old captain I know did say that Rustport used to celebrate the Fall Harvest!
:Lucca: I get it. Tesio then became busy with leading the Carmine Whispers and fighting various factions, and in recent years, he's also had run-ins with the Dead Tide Fleet.
:Lucca: Amidst the daily fight for survival, we've completely forgotten these local traditions.
:Sinbad: Hmm, the old captain said that when he was young, they used to set up a fish market by the sea, exchange catches to celebrate, and even set off fireworks to light up the shore!
:Sinbad: That sounds wonderful, but I haven't seen anything like that in all my life.
:Hugin: Well said!
:Hugin: Yes, fish and fireworks are perfect for Rustport! Great suggestion, I'll run with it!
:Hugin: I'm going to get back to preparing the festival. Ha, I'll make sure your first Fall Harvest is one you'll always remember!
;The hurried clinking of metal prosthetics fades away as Hugin rushes off in a flurry
:Sinbad: Tsk... Whatever Cecia's plans might be, her schemes have strangely worked in our favor!
:Sinbad: At this rate, the Fall Harvest is bound to be unforgettable!
==Party All Night!==
===Shapeshifting===
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:Sonja: Tonight marks the official start of the Fall Harvest.
:Sonja: Given the short time and our little Graveborn issue, it's impressive that we've gotten this far. Hugin's been a big help.
:Sonja: It's just a pity that we haven't yet found the Graveborn causing all these disturbances
:Sinbad: It's strange, but today is unusually calm.
:Sinbad: Could it be that Cecia is waiting for the Fall Harvest to officially begin so she can strike from the shadows?
:Lucca: We have eyes in every corner of the city, so we'll be informed the moment any Graveborn appears.
:Sonja: For now, let's wait and see.
:Sonja: , there's one more important task for the festival that I need you to handle.
:Sonja: The shapeshifting spell we discussed before... Hugin insists on keeping this tradition, and the gang members are eager to try it out as well.
: I can finally unleash my magic!
: Well, only I can manage it.
: They can't decide what they become!
::Sonja: Uh...
::Sinbad: Hahaha, what's the problem? Festivals are all about having spontaneous fun, aren't they?
::Sinbad: Don't be so tense; just enjoy the performance from .
:Hammie: So, who's eager to be the first to try Magister Merlin's shapeshifting spell?
:Darlo the Bear: Me, of course! I've always wanted to become a more magnificent version of the "Bear"!
:Reno the Bobcat: I'd like to... but I'm more excited to try becoming someone from another faction entirely.
:Hammie: Please stand still and close your eyes.
;Both hold their breath and prepare themselves.
:Hammie: Now, Magister , please cast your magic!
: Bear as bear, Bobcat as glimmerbloom.
:;Following the incantation, a ray of light shines down and the two people facing each other instantly transform...
::Sonja: This is unbelievable...
::Sinbad: He really turned into a bear!
::Darlo the Bear: What? What did I turn into?!
::Reno the Bobcat: Haha, oh wow! You made a silly wish, and now you've actually turned into a bear!
::Darlo the Bear: Laughing at me? Look at yourself! I'm an animal, but what are you, a vegetable?
::Reno the Bobcat: Wait, what? Uh, why do i look so... plump?!
:: Congrats! Your wish has come true!
::Chippy: Hey, at least both of your got your wishes granted!
: Bear as Soren, Bobcat as Alsa.
:;Following the incantation, a ray of light shines down and the two people facing each other instantly transform...
::Hammie: Ah, it's Soren and Alsa, our Mauler comrades from the Ashen Wastes!
::Darlo the Bear: What's this? Let me take a look. Ah... small frame, but those muscles are pretty solid.
::Darlo the Bear: But this face... Hey... Look at my face! My goodness! This is the best I've ever looked!
:; Suddenly, a scream erupts from beside him.
::Reno the Bobcat: What! What's happening? What's wrong with my voice?
::Reno the Bobcat: I... I've turned into a girl...?!
::Darlo the Bear: You... you're Bobcat?
::Reno the Bobcat: Of course it's me! What, do I have to kick your butt like usual for you to recognize me?!
::Darlo the Bear: Hahaha! Just wait until the gang hears that Bobcat turned into a girl!
::Reno the Bobcat: How dare you?! I'll rip off those stupid bear ears before you can blink!
:: Congrats! Your wish has come true!
::Chippy: Hey, at least both of your got your wishes granted!
: Both of you, turn into gruglins!
:;Following the incantation, a ray of light shines down and the two people facing each other instantly transform...
::Reno the Bobcat: ......
:;After a moment of exchanging glances, both of them burst into laughter.
::Darlo the Bear: Haha! How did you end up like this!
:Sonja: Despite knowing what to expect, witnessing the shapeshifting spell in person is still so impressive
:Sonja: Magic... is a mighty and daunting force.
:Hammie: When used properly, it can bring joy, but if the user has ulteriour motives, it can cause absolute chaos.
:Hammie: This is part of the essential training for becoming a competent mage.
:Sonja: Yes, because it's Merlin, our minds are at ease.
:Sonja: To ensure safety, the major transformations will be done when the Fall Harvest officially begins in the evening.
:Lucca: We'll get the word out to the public about the shapeshifting spell's effect to avoid any panic.
:Sonja: Hurry and go; I don't want any chaos in Rustport when the Fall Harvest officially kicks off.
:Lucca: Of course.
;Thus, Lucca leads the way, with the Bobcat and Bear, now giddily transformed, used as "demonstrations."
;Yet, as Sonja gazes at Rustport, which is beginning to light up by way of the evening lamps, she remains deeply troubled.
:Sonja: Up to now, everything has been going well. Lucca has spread the news about the Fall Harvest and the shapeshifting spell, and Rustport is still peaceful.
:Sonja: I just hope Rustport's first Fall Harvest is a success.
:Sinbad: Alright, alright, stop looking so grim. Where's the holiday spirit?
:Sinbad: Once we handle Cecia, everything will be just fine.
:Sonja: But we still haven't found her. Not only that, but we don't even know the reason why she appeared in Rustport in the first place.
:Cecia: Reason? When a noble travels, peasants should simply humble themselves and worship without seeking answers.
:Sonja: Cecia?!
:Cecia: Hmph, drawing blades as soon as we meet? Savages will be savages.
:Sonja: You just show up out of nowhere; what are you scheming?
:Cecia: Leaving without saying goodbye is very impolite; I figured I owed you a proper farewell.
:Sonja: You intend to just walk away after all you've done to Rustport?
:Cecia: It should be an honor for commoners to serve as entertainment for royalty.
:Cecia: Since you refused to fetch the Void Relic for me, the spell's transformation effect wasn't as expected...
:Cecia: . This backward cesspool with its poor infrastructure simply isn't worthy of my presence.
:Sinbad: She's trying to leave! Stop her!
:Cecia: Fine, if you're so insistent, I'll comply. It would be rude to refuse again and again!
===Until Next Time!===
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===Hidden Corner===
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:Sinbad: Tsk. She got away again! And she calls herself a noble? She bolts off faster than I can!
:Sinbad: ...Will she return?
:Sonja: Given her final words, she likely won't be back.
:Sonja: No matter how much she belittles and despises Rustport, this place is still our home.
:Sonja: This place is worthy of our pride.
:Sonja: Let's go, the main danger has been dealt with; the Fall Harvest can finally begin.
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:Cecia: You see? Believing you could defeat them alone was pure fantasy.
:Obscure Shadow: ......
:Cecia: Viperian's research is lacking. Only through the Void Relic can fleshweave spell permanently warp living beings. This falls far short of my goals.
:Obscure Shadow: Do you also seek the ?
:Cecia: Hmph, there's no need for caution. The Void Relic sank into the sea; if you wish to salvage it, go ahead. I prefer not to get my dress dirty with silt.
:Cecia: Since we are of the same kind, I will assist you in administering a slight punishment to Rustport's inhabitants, but nothing more.
:Cecia: I'm not interested in senseless slaughter. If you want true revenge, you'll have to do it yourself.
:Cecia: And not just the drab residents of Rustport, but Bantus Empire, too...
:Obscure Shadow: Wait, someone is coming!
;The elegant figure conversing with Cecia immediately melts into the shadows, while the one who collided with her is—
:Fayca: Oops, sorry! I didn't mean to!
:Cecia: Hah, how dare you offend me. Are you ready to suffer the consequences, little mortal?
:Fayca: Wow, your disguise is so beautiful!
:Fayca: Happy Fall Harvest! Here's my fish for you! Let's swap!
:Cecia: Hmm...?
:Fayca: Oh, didn't you know? The Carmine Whispers said that tonight we should all prepare fish and exchange them!
:Fayca: And there are also fantastic costumes... shapeshifting... Basically, everyone will dress up differently from their usual selves! Just like you're doing now!
:Fayca: If you don't have a fish, you can have this one. It's a beautiful rainbow-colored fish I caught from the beach.
:Cecia: ...Hmph, foolish country girl. Here, take this.
:Fayca: This is... candy!
:Cecia: Hmph, remember, the true Fall Harvest is about exchanging candies with each other.
:Cecia: I have no need for your tribute. Accept this gift with gratitude.
:Fayca: Oh, thank you! I'll bring candy next year for us to exchange!
;The young girl takes the candy Cecia gave her and joyfully departs. Meanwhile, the graceful figure emerges once more from the shadows next to Cecia.
:Cecia: Hmph, how naïve. Why would I celebrate Fall Harvest with such a country bumpkin again?
:Obscure Shadow: Yet you gave her a gift.
:Cecia: Receiving and returning gifts is merely standard etiquette.
:Cecia: I'm leaving. Are you going to stay here, waiting for someone elusive to crawl back from the sea?
:Obscure Shadow: He will return. Our fleet will sail once more!
:Cecia: This loyalty is admirable. Now, prepare for Bantus Empire. They won't be as lenient as I am and won't allow the Void Relic to go astray.
:Cecia: Speaking of which, tonight is the Fall Harvest. The ignorant living are celebrating endlessly.
:Cecia: The Fall Harvest was originally a day for the living to await the dead to return. But the ignorant living have twisted its meaning into something else.
:Cecia: Thus, I honor the genuine tradition and hope you can meet again with those you are waiting for.
:Obscure Shadow: ...Thank you.
===Happy Festival===
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;As the dust settles, Sonja clears her throat at the Sanctum Square in Rustport and addresses the long-awaiting crowd.
:Sonja: Good evening to all. I'm not one for long speeches, so I'll keep it short.
:Sonja: We have faced countless crises in the past—battles, deception, poverty, and violence... both external and internal.
:Sonja: That period of suffering and turmoil is likely still vivid in everyone's minds.
:Sonja: Yet, like cliffs that withstand the endless waves, Rustport, and we ourselves, will never yield.
:Sonja: Today is the Fall Harvest, a holiday to celebrate and honor fallen heroes!
:Sonja: In memory of our departed friends, in celebration of today's peace, and in anticipation of a bright future—
:Sonja: Let us indulge in joy this night. Let the Fall Harvest begin!
;Following Sonja's speech, a vivid array of fireworks erupts in the night sky, with magnificent, glowing streams raining down, lighting up the dark ocean and the joyous crowd below...
:Sonja: Fireworks... not bad, Hugin. You really managed to finish them in time.
:Hugin: Ha, it was easy! The materials were all prepared; I just mixed some old gunpowder with metal shavings and adjusted the ratio a few times.
:Hugin: It's been ages since I've seen fireworks, ever since Rustport was sealed. I daresay my work has turned out nicely.
:Sinbad: "Nicely" doesn't do it justice! The fireworks are stunning! You've outdone yourself, Hugin!
:Hugin: Flattery won't work on me... But alright, let's just set off all the remaining fireworks at once!
;More fireworks burst into the sky, and across Rustport's streets and alleys, people under the shapeshifting spell are busy exchanging freshly caught fish with each other.
:Jeb the Snake: Whoa! Fireworks! Fresh fish!
:Maho the Rope: Here, this is the fish I caught!
:Sonja: They've really patched things up.
:Lucca: If I didn't have to keep the peace, I'd have cast a spell on me as well.
:Sonja: Lucca, even you...
:Lucca: This is the first festival since Rustport was liberated.
:Sonja: ...You're right. From today, we can say Rustport has reclaimed its own holiday.
:Hugin: That's right! Unlike other places in the Lightbearer Empire, our shapeshifting relies on Merlin's magic, and we trade fish instead of sweets. Plus, there's a spectacular fireworks display!
:Hugin: This is what makes Rustpoirt truly unique!
:Sinbad: Heh, when my adventures take me far and wide, the customs of Rustport will surely spread throughout Esperia.
:Sinbad: Then, who knows-people might travel just to enjoy Rustport's special Fall Harvest!
:Sonja: That's something worth looking forward to.
:Sinbad: Haha, you're finally smiling! That's the spirit—let's all enjoy ourselves!
:Sonja: Yeah, thank you. And thank you too, , happy festival!
: Happy festival!
:Sinbad: Indeed, everyone—
:Happy Fall Harvest!