Katalina Aryze

Katalina: “For now, focus on not letting them have Lyria!” Katalina decided, clashing swords with Djeeta, and attempting to push her back, however the other would just keep trying to attack with violent, brutish swings that clashed with her cold expression. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: In an elegant arc, Katalina dismounted, her cape fluttered behind her as she drew her sword in the same motion. She looked every inch a gallant hero. Her hero. The primal was a water elemental, attacking Katalina with swishes of her tail and water droplets that turned into hail as she wielded it like Katalina wielded her sword. It screamed at her as Katalina sliced her sword through an arm, taking it off. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: “Lyria…I made a promise to you, didn’t I?” Katalina asked, kneeling down to Lyria’s level, and meeting her gaze. “I said I’d show you the outside world. And no matter what happens, I’ll stand by that promise.” she said, smiling gently towards the girl, before getting back up and bringing out her rapier. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: “Don’t worry about it,” Katalina assures her with a gentle smile, a stark contrast to the focus visible in her eyes. “I can keep this up for as long as necessary.” Upon glancing at her captain’s plate, her brows furrow for a different reason. “Are you sure about this? We still have a job today.” END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: “Hraah!” Katalina swung her rapier, knocking out another Erste soldier that tried to come close to Lyria as she did something to Djeeta. She stared down Pommern with furious eyes, the intent of running him through with her sword clear as day. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: Katalina paused, then took a deep breath. “Speaking of the empire, though…there’s something I should talk to you two about, Djeeta, Vyrn.” she began. “The way you stood up against them was admirable, but this, combined with aiding me in Lyria’s escape, no doubt painted a target on your backs.” she continued. “I don’t like saying this, but…I fear if you stay here any longer, Zinkenstill would be grounds for even more trouble.” END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: A hum from Katalina snapped her out of these thoughts. “It’s quite the intriguing case. Estalucia is said to be nigh-unreachable, and yet your father said he managed to get there…” She speaks, followed by a brief pause. “Either way, our goals align in a sense, which is good fortune. I’d hate to be taking you two away from your home by force.” END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: “Lyria and I decided we’ll depart tomorrow morning.” Katalina replied. “I was hoping to leave as soon as you were able to, but the villagers have insisted on celebrating, and…well, Lyria couldn’t say no to a feast.” she added, a small smile gracing her lips. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: Katalina Aryze stood at the bow of the Grandcypher, the wind whipping through long light brown hair. The former knight of the Erste Empire had started the day early like she usually did by enjoying a light breakfast in the galley before doing some training above deck. By the time she had gone through her sword drills, focusing on footwork and stance, a small gathering had assembled. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: Katalina crossed her arms as she leaned against the face of a rock outcropping. It was the tallest object for miles; in the direction they had come from stretched a sea of emerald grass and in the direction they were going was rocky, uneven terrain. The outcropping's height helped shade Katalina from the sun, which bore down from overhead, and the weather was hot and blustery with strong breezes. "Almost finished, Gran?" Katalina asked, raising her voice to be heard as the wind picked up again. END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: "Charlotta... From one knight to another, I must say your swordplay commands respect." (To Charlotta) END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: "I might have overdone it. Some rest will serve you well." (To Gran) END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: "What you've shown me today inspires me to march on." (To Lancelot) END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: "Your spirit and your sword burned brighter than any flame. As a fellow knight, I salute your courage and strength." (To Percival) END_OF_DIALOG

Katalina: "Metera... Do you ever feel embarrassed, sashaying around like that? It certainly made it hard to focus..." (To Metera) END_OF_DIALOG