—Yeardley said to incite rebellion
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Yeardly manages to convince a group of youths in the small village of Ohma to join the attempt to overthrow Queen Elincia by spreading false information about how she has no knowledge on serving as a queen, and the rightful candidate to the throne is Ludveck. However, Nephenee, Brom, and their newly joined ally Heather, who happened to hear about the uprising appear and battle the villagers armed with weapons. Unfortunately, the peasant uprising does not go as planned and the Villagers are forced to be injured in the process while Yeardley is ultimately killed.
Character Data[edit | edit source]
|Shove|| Lance - B|
Axe - E
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Battle Conversations[edit | edit source]
- Vs. Nephenee
Yeardley: Ah, survivors of the war. You would be better off dead and forgotten. You can't stop the duke!
Yeardley: Yes. Our master, Lord Ludveck, duke of Felirae, will rule over Crimea. When our plan is complete, the queen will be erased from history. Now then! I believe it's time for you to die...
- Vs. Brom
Brom: Hey, you! Who put ya up ta this? Politics ain't my strong suit, so ya can spare me the details, but I know you're up ta no good, and someone's behind it.
Yeardley: Hah! Clamor all you like, but it won't change a thing. Revolution is taking root across Crimea. Our plan is flawless. We're getting rid of that...girl! We shall have a new ruler in Melior... Soon... Lord Ludveck, duke of Felirae will wear the crown.
Brom: Ludveck? From Felirae?
Yeardley: That is correct. And you shall perish with that name fresh on your lips, you blundering cow!
- Vs. Heather
Yeardley: Be gone with you, thief! We won't have filth like you stand in the way of our supremacy!
Heather: So! You're the ones sent by Ludveck of Felirae?! You've been stirring up these little revolts all over the place.
Yeardley: What?! How did you know?!
Heather: I see things here and there. But half of it was just a guess! ...Judging by your reaction, though, it seems I was right.
Heather: Tsk... Don't get so steamed up, Mr. Fancypants! You just look silly. Nothing personal... I just don't like men like you!
Yeardley: No! My duty is incomplete... Lord Ludveck... Please forgive me!