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May Applause Greet You
It seems like the nearby hunting camp was attacked. Go check it out.
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Actor No. 1:
Damn the Dark Tide...
Actor No. 2:
Tsk... Just shut it. Count yourself lucky you're still breathing. Don't let any of that dark slime get on you, or you'll be twisted into a mindless monster.
Actor No. 2:
Let's see if you'd still have the strength to complain then.
Actor No. 1:
Hmm... There's something familiar about that monster.
Actor No. 1:
Doesn't matter. I'll take 'em down just the same once the horns go off.
Actor No. 1:
Ugh, it hurts...
Actor No. 1:
Woo!
Actor No. 2:
Ta! Ta ta!!
Actor No. 3:
Ta ta ka!!
Actor No. 1:
Woo ta... Woo ta ta...
Actor No. 1:
Woo ta! Woo ta ta ta—
Actor No. 1:
Ta ta ka!!!
Actor No. 1:
Did you hear about Arctos's children? Such bravery.
Actor No. 2:
Indeed. The Hornett's been blaring louder than ever.
Actor No. 2:
Every time I hear it, it strengthens my resolve to protect those around me.
Actor No. 1:
The new Hornett sounds amazing! It really gets the blood pumping!
Actor No. 1:
No matter how many times the Dark Tide returns, we will rise to meet it, until the applause of triumph echoes through this land once more!
Actor No. 2:
Hey, don't get too eager. I'd prefer the Dark Tide never return!
Actor No. 2:
Still, that Hornett really does set you up in the mood for work.
Actor No. 1:
Yeah! Let's rebuild this camp together!
Actor No. 1:
I sense something dangerous...
Actor No. 1:
Hmm... looks like the danger has passed.
Arctos:
Hold a moment, young warrior...
Arctos:
It shames me to ask this of you, but… I don't know who else to turn to.
Arctos:
Could you help me find my children?
Arctos:
The Dark Tide ravages everything in its path. So many innocent lives lost. And the ones who went mad turned the camp upside down.
Arctos:
See the claw marks around camp? My friends, fallen. My children, missing. And I... I can't lift a sword with these injuries.
Arctos:
Sometimes I hate these old bones of mine... I don't even know whether it's the Dark Tide or just the weight of years that's made me this useless.
Arctos:
Thank you. Young people like you always have such courage.
Arctos:
Before I fainted, I last saw my children running toward the iron gates.
Injured Wootter:
Woo ta ta... Woo ta... Ta ta!
Rover:
Abby, Echo interpretation service, please.
Abby:
Roger that! Your five-star Echo interpreter, at your service! Ahem... Let's try out my new emotional-adaptive mode!
Abby:
Beep—loading complete! Standing by for interpretation request...
Thanks to Abby, you can now understand what the Wootter is saying.
Wootter:
Woo! Danger ahead!
Abby relays your words to the Wootter. Its chubby face scrunches up in confusion.
Wootter:
Woo. Wootter sees no one. Very dangerous out there. Big monster!
Wootter:
Wootter and friends protect camp and search outside. Wootter hurt. Must stay here.
Wootter:
But Wootter's friends ahead. They help you!
The Wootter plucks some fur from its body and offers it to you.
Wootter:
Follow the scent. It leads you to them!
Rover:
Interpret that, please, Abby.
Abby:
Interpreting—
Frightened Wootter:
Woo! So scary!
Grateful Wootter:
Thank you!
Survivor Wootter:
Whew... If Dark Tide monsters hurt Wootter... Wootter will turn scary too...
Survivor Wootter:
No! Wootter no want to turn into big scary monster!
Rover:
Excuse me, have you seen any children around?
Survivor Wootter:
Children? Human children? Wootter sees no children.
Grateful Wootter:
Only Wootters and monsters here. No human children.
Frightened Wootter:
Too dangerous. No human children would play here...
Frightened Wootter:
Woo ta ta ta—! Teeny! Where's Teeny?! Teeny not with us!
Survivor Wootter:
Teeny... Arctos's Teeny? Did monsters get Teeny?!
Grateful Wootter:
Save Teeny! Help us! Pleeeassse!
Rover:
(They said they didn't see any human children. Could this Wooter "Teeny" be one of the children Arctos is looking for?)
Rover:
(Only one way to find out.)
Rover:
Okay, I'll go find Teeny.
Grateful Wootter:
Thank you, woo! You a good human!
"Teeny":
Woo... hmm, t-thank you, ta!
Rover:
That's a serious wound. You shouldn't be fighting like this.
"Teeny":
T-to bring Chunkie back!
Teeny wheezes softly, clearly injured. But its wounds don't dampen its spirit. It looks ready to charge forward again.
Rover:
Easy now. Just head back to camp and get patched up first. You'll need your strength to do what you came here for.
"Teeny":
Woo… Okay. Teeny knows where Chunkie is. Teeny should see Arctos first!
Back at the camp, Arctos notices Teeny's wounds and tends to them.
Arctos:
Are you alright, Teeny?
"Teeny":
No worry, ta! But... Chunkie still out there...
Arctos:
It's okay, Teeny. I'm just glad you made it back safely.
Rover:
So this is one of the children you were looking for?
Arctos:
Yes… But as long as "it" is out there, this isn't over.
"Teeny":
Teeny found Chunkie! Chunkie looks strange… hiding in the cave behind big stone.
Arctos:
Young warrior, would you be willing to search this cave with us? I should handle this alone, but both Teeny and I are injured...
Rover:
Just leave it to me. You two stay here and rest.
Arctos:
No… I must see this through and end it with my own hands.
Arctos:
Thank you, Rover. My children have all made it home.
Teeny:
Woo ta, woo ta ta, ta—
Arctos:
Our new camp has been rebuilt as well.
Arctos:
No matter how many times the Dark Tide tears it down, as long as one of us remains standing, it will be rebuilt.
Arctos:
I added the feather Chunkie left behind to the Hornett's tail.
Arctos:
A Hornett's tail is made from the plumes of Gladiator's helmets. Now, I finally understand the significance.
Arctos:
The Dark Tide may erase our minds, our bodies, but it can never erase our courage to fight back and push forward.
Arctos:
Chunkie was a Gladiator worth honoring.
Arctos:
And no matter how many times the Dark Tide returns, we will rise to meet it, until the applause of triumph echoes through this land once more.
Arctos:
That's what Chunkie would've wanted.
Arctos:
May applause greet this world again.
Worried Gladiator:
What happened at that camp over there?
Worried Gladiator:
I can sense it. Something dark, filthy, and dangerous...
Worried Gladiator:
It feels urgent, but I've still got things to take care of here...
Reassured Gladiator:
Looks like the danger has passed. Did you take care of it?
Reassured Gladiator:
Thank you so much.
Reassured Gladiator:
I see everyone working hard to rebuild the camp.
Reassured Gladiator:
They look full of spirit.
Reassured Gladiator:
That puts my mind at ease. Now I can focus on guarding this place.
Chunkie:
Teeny, Arctos, and everyone got away... no one hurt...
Chunkie:
Chunkie can go home now...
Judging by the tufts of fur scattered on the ground, a fierce fight must've taken place here.
Sensing the urgency, you press on without delay.
As you push the huge stone aside, a brownish shadow darts out.
A tuft of fur left behind catches your eye.
A massive Hurriclaw stands in the cave, its body covered in dark, writhing growths that burst from its back.
Its mind is corrupted. It stumbles, groaning in delirium. The cave walls bear the marks of its frenzied claws.
"Teeny":
Wake up, Chunkie!
The Hurriclaw sees Teeny and Arctos, and a spark of awareness flickers in its cloudy eyes.
Chunkie:
Arctos... Teeny...
Arctos:
Chunkie... I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you from the Dark Tide... If only I'd been stronger...
Chunkie:
Chunkie... wants to go home... with Arctos... and everyone... But Chunkie... can't control... Ngh—!
Chunkie:
Chunkie looked for camp... but camp gone. Chunkie went to where Teeny, Arctos, and Chunkie played... but also gone.
Chunkie:
Gone! The dark thing came... and all gone!
As if recalling the painful memoriees, Chunkie begins to thrash and roar in anguish.
Chunkie:
Aaarrrghhh—! It... hurts! AAAARRHHHHH!
Chunkie:
It hurts... so much... Help Chunkie... End this...
You glance at Arctos. He meets your eyes and gives a gentle nod.
Chunkie's frequency fades along with the Dark Tide, as if it has never existed.
The Dark Tide erases its mind and body, leaving behind nothing but a single feather.
Arctos:
This feather... It's from my old helmet.
Arctos:
When the Dark Tide struck our old camp, as a former Gladiator, I stayed behind to cover everyone's retreat. Chunkie and Teeny also stood with me.
Arctos:
We thought it would be a glorious hunt, but little did we know, we were the ones being hunted by the Dark Tide.
Arctos:
In the end, as the corruption crawled up my helmet, it was Chunkie who charged to save me, knocking aside the tainted helm and pushing me out of harm's way.
Arctos:
But Chunkie...
Arctos:
Chunkie let the Dark Tide take it instead... To protect me and Teeny...
"Teeny":
Arctos, Teeny hears Chunkie's voice—
"Teeny":
Teeny, Arctos, and everyone got away... no one hurt...
"Teeny":
Chunkie can go home now...
Arctos:
...
Arctos grasps the feather tightly.
Arctos:
Yes, Chunkie. Let's all go home now.