Dragolia Lost Ku Hai: Wind, Sword, Attack, Obtained as a 4 stars, Max HP 732, Max STR 488, Skills: Soaring Flicker, Keen Blade. Dragolia Lost Lin You: Wind, Axe, Attack, Obtained as a 5 stars, Max HP 744, Max STR 517, Skills: Typhoon Fist, Heaven's Breath. Bellathorna is a perennial plant native to Alberia. It has distinctive thick petals and brilliant white flowers. Fly high, valiant dragon banner! We hail our mighty king and swear allegiance to his dragon bloodline! Alberia! Alberia! *hawooooooooo* *hawooooooooo* "...Hey! New guy! That means all units forward! Better not fall behind!" According to an ancient legend in Kleifheim, the Dornith Mountains once had a peak ruled not by man or dragon, but a wolf. I will never forget the accursed name of the Syndicate. They live in the shadows and seek to erode everything that exists in the world. Such is all they know. The Qilin tribe are said to have possessed unfathomable knowledge and skills that had been passed down from antiquity. While in pursuit of prey, I became lost in the Mistholt, unable to tell left from right. But just as things seemed at their worst, an enchanting song lured me along a path that ended at an exquisite lake. ...How's that? You came upon a copse of broken trees while wandering the forest? Ha ha ha! That's a dragon's nest! The First Scroll First, you must swing your sword. Over time, your skills will refine. Eventually, no battles will remain. Castle walls and gates may fall, but sworn knights stand forever tall! Impenetrable and dignified! We are the Alberian Ironsides! The winds of Saint Lotier are gales of curious strength that blow through the city of the same name, causing great damage in the process. Oh my goodness! You poor, exhausted thing! But your timing is fine, for just now I was thinking to use this aromatic essence. Would you care to join me? Listen to this, Mom! I found an eight-leaf clover! It's, like, double the fortune of a four-leaf one! ...Um, but then I dropped it. In a long forgotten past, predating even the age of myths, there was said to exist a highly advanced civilization that thrived on mechanical technology. This cog is a remnant of their lost society. In the Thelodian plains stands a monument to a battle that predates even the founding of Alberia itself. I tried to decipher the lost book of heretic spells, Liber Grimortis. Magic scholars have long failed to make sense of the few remaining copies—but that made the pursuit feel all the more worthwhile! The duskhawk is a breed of bird that flies at night and symbolizes great misfortune. In fact, there is an old saying that goes "Death follows the duskhawk on its wings." My steps are heavy as I walk the open plains. I left my town to try my fortunes in Sol Alberia, but I have lost my way. All I can do is pray these tracks lead toward the capital. I am your king, the one who commands and leads you. Yet I am also a man who has love for my country, just as all of you. Vio rhyse Alberia! Glory to Alberia! Potiongrass is a sacred plant passed down by the sylvans. Known as the herb of miracles, it is highly effective on all manner of ailments and injuries. A filthy crown lies on the barren dirt. It once shone proudly on the head of Archeole, king of Alba, yet there is not a soul alive who remembers that time. Hey, you know the adventurer Troy? The guy who told the tale about getting lost in a city made of ice? Well, the faerie tale of the frozen city is based on his work! What's inside the pumpkin pail? A little chocolate dime! But along came a peckish fiend—a menacing gold slime!