Edgar Family Heir - Gregor
Are you here to join the hunt for that bastard as well? Or are you merely here to... take in this desolation?
| HP | 66.0 + (2.28*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
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| Identity Acquisition | Are you here to join the hunt for that bastard as well? Or are you merely here to... take in this desolation? |
| Morning Greeting | Close the window, will you? I had the misfortune of being born in a body that goes into coughing fits at the slightest breeze. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Don't expect to see the sun anytime soon as long as you are here. It hides forevermore beyond the overcast sky. It is as distant as the notion of peace is to us. |
| Evening Greeting | The rushing gale wakes me from my already shallow sleep. Perhaps my nightmares have returned from oblivion to rap at my windows again. |
| Chatter #1 | Ah, it's you. A... rather disagreeable guest visits me from time to time. Though I have made an alliance with him as I had no alternative... I know that he is always ready to stab me in the back. |
| Chatter #2 | A sharper blade leads to a sharper mind? It's a load of crap. My blade is sharper than anything... because I paid good money for it. But... every night... every time I stir awake, I am trapped in a world of endless doubt... wondering if all this had been nothing but a terrible nightmare. |
| Chatter #3 | Have you seen that manor yourself? That desolate place visited only by the wuthering winds and lightning. It inspires nothing but despair... which is, ironically, what keeps me going. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Sometimes, when I see a gravestone without a name... my heart begins racing like it's about to explode. Now... do you know why that may be? |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | That bastard deliberately cut off only one of my arms. I didn't escape; I was let go. He tells me that we should partake in a game of hide-and-seek that we could not as children. We will see who hunts who in the end. |
| Idle | Don't worry. I'm used to being forgotten. |
| Uptying | Yes... it's about time I sharpened the blade of my sword. |
| Deployment | Have we found our prey? |
| Stage Entry | This is the time for lamentation. |
| Viewed in Battle | Have you something to say to me? |
| Commencing Attack | I dedicate this blade to you. |
| Enemy Stagger | I hope you weren't expecting to find honor in this battle. |
| Staggered | If I were to fall here... he would... mock me so savagely. |
| Enemy Killed | I have struck but one of your vital points... |
| Death | Ah, the mist fades... I can finally see the face of the one I so longed to see in my dreams... |
| Check Passed | Compared to what I have cut down in my path, this was... easy. |
| Check Failed | It slipped my sight. |
| Victory Cry | The final battle lies beyond still. There is hardly any time to celebrate. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Let this blade find its way into his black heart. |
| Defeat Wail | It was simply not the time. |
Endless Nightmares
- Combat Start: gain 1 <<((AttackDmgUp))Damage Up>> and 1 <<((Vulnerable))Fragile>> for every 5 SP difference between Combat Start and the last Turn Start (max 5)
- Deal +1% damage for every <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Potency on target (max 20%)
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Sabre Slash
4 - 10
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
Sabre Slash
4 - 10
[On Use] If target has 6+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, Coin Power +2
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
Sabre Slash
4 - 10
[On Use] If target has 6+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, Coin Power +2
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
Sabre Slash
4 - 10
[On Use] Coin Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> on target (max 2)
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 2)
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
Remise
4 - 14
[Clash Win] Inflict +1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
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+5
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[On Hit] If target has 5+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn
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+5
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[On Hit] Inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
Remise
4 - 14
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 2)
[Clash Win] Inflict +1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
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+5
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[On Hit] If target has 5+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn
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+5
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[On Hit] Inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
Remise
4 - 16
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 2)
[Clash Win] Inflict +1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
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+6
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[On Hit] If target has 5+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
Remise
4 - 16
[On Use] If target has 6+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, Coin Power +1
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 2)
[Clash Win] Inflict +2 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
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+6
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[On Hit] If target has 5+ <<((Sinking))Sinking>>, gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
Nightmare Hunt
4 - 16
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 2)
[After Attack] If target is Staggered, inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
[After Attack] If target is defeated, inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on 1 random enemy
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Absorb 10 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> from the target and gain 1 <<((PlusCoinValueUp))Plus Coin Boost>> and 1 <<((AttackDmgUp))Damage Up>> next turn. 50% chance to gain the above effects without absorbing <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
Nightmare Hunt
4 - 16
[On Use] Clash Power +1 for every 3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on target (max 3)
[After Attack] If target is Staggered, inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count
[After Attack] If target is defeated, inflict +3 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> Count on 2 random enemies
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
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+3
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[On Hit] Absorb 10 <<((Sinking))Sinking>> from the target and gain 1 <<((PlusCoinValueUp))Plus Coin Boost>> and 3 <<((AttackDmgUp))Damage Up>> next turn. 50% chance to gain the above effects without absorbing <<((Sinking))Sinking>>
There are things in this world one could never grow accustomed to.
The bizarre tang of the dregs, a broken piece of tea leaves from the last fill of the teacup from the pot.
The disappointing flavor of lukewarm Scotch whiskey, diluted from melted ice.
... And the taste of nightmares that continue to haunt me, despite my hatred of them.
In that awful dream, I am visited by the one I abhor the most.
The beast that took my little sister and destroyed my family...
The cunning, cruel wolf... who took so much from me that I can't even recall all that he's deprived me of...
The one who took my arm and left me to wear this shameful, hateful arm... the wretch that took my arm but not my life, leaving me to live out this abominable life.
He never arrives alone. In this nightmare, I am beset by foes on all sides with no escape in sight.
Is this the true magnitude of my fear?
A body born weak and ailing, a body that forces me to struggle tooth and nail just to survive those that seek to harm me... cannot conquer the fear from the source?
I aim with the sharpened tip of my saber and stab them all with gloom-tempered swordplay I have trained my entire life in.
But that nightmare always ends with my flailing defeat, its conclusion distant and unreachable.
As the dream draws to a close, I come to a certain understanding.
... That once again, I am the robbed one, the one deprived of even a chance to struggle.
Then I awaken from the nightmare.
... I struggled desperately to escape the yoke of my weak constitution.
I couldn't simply continue to live in my parents' glory. There were far too many vultures circling me for a chance to take my place, my wealth.
I could not appear weak before them.
I learned how to wield a blade. Trained my body.
I grew far too familiar with the pain that ravaged my lungs. Yet my damnably weak body cared not for my determination; it pressed upon me with such cruelty.
But that is how I have protected what is mine. What I could get my hands on.
A good home. Quality clothes. Delectable food. My inheritance.
Once, I even found myself absorbed in that presumptuous belief that I may have overcome the curse I was born with.
But there was something that had completely slipped my mind.
The vagabond I saw at that tempestuous manor...
The resentful eyes of that ill-tempered vagrant, burning with hatred behind his wet, ragged hair.
He appeared before me, as I was still drunk on delusion.
Just like then... I could see my fear reflected in his eyes. My fear that he is here to take everything I have.
He cut off my arm in the blink of an eye.
... I don't even want to think back to this memory.
Merely recalling that memory makes my stump ache. I feel the bitter taste of stomach acid rising up my throat.
But I won't be defeated like this.
He wants to play hide-and-seek, does he? Very well. He shall have it.
To sever this nightmare from me... this intangible terror...
The wolven hunt must begin.
... Because slaying the source of horror with my own hands is the only way to free myself from it.