#leroy.hc

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I apparently haven’t said this but since the Arthurian legend is originally Welsh, both Leroy and Roy are Welsh-equivalent.

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Character Name: Leroy Alignment: Lawful Good Race/Species: Human Class: Gladiator Status: Recruitable Party Member, Hero of His Own Story Stat Overview: HIGH: ATK, MDEF, SKILL; MED: DEF, MAG, SPEED ; LOW: LCK

ABILITIES

Aggro Draw: What it says on the tin. Draws the attention and attacks of enemies to protect teammates and give them time to heal, withdraw, or retaliate.

Mag. Shield: Creates a shield of energy. The shield can be as long or thick as he needs, but its effectiveness lowers the larger the area it has to cover.

Dog Sense: Has a weird affinity with dogs. Wait, is that a wolf?

STORY

From a country where all noble children are brought up as contenders for the throne. Leroy travels the land to gain experience and allies alike. His wanderings have him travel and fight side-by-side with others often. Despite (or perhaps because of) his goal of being king, Leroy works well in a team environment and is quick to praise others for a job well done. He follows orders well...if he considers them worth following.

Leroy places the well-being of the common people above the wishes of his employers or the completion of a quest. If he has sufficient reason, he will turn his back on those he is partnered with and go his own way.

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Lonely Death

“My king! My king!”

“Gareth!”

He wasn’t taking this seriously. He never took things seriously. Gareth shouldn’t have been shocked after all the time he and Leroy had spent together. The king might be moved to more than pleasant surprise upon seeing him when the enemy was literally at their door.

“Your Majesty, why have you not fled?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Wh--? Do you see the army at our gate!? You must flee!”

Leroy sighed, toying with a strand of his hair. Gareth huffed impatiently as Leroy chose his words. “By that logic, shouldn’t you flee too?”

“M-Me? Of course not! My duty is to you and the realm--!”

“Then, I can’t go.”

“Huh?”

“You have a choice between the nation and I. I don’t. My one duty, my only duty, is to protect the country. All the women and children, the men too old or too weak to fight, my soldiers. Am I to leave them to the swords of our foe? If I fled now, could I live with myself?” Gareth tried to object, but of course Leroy was right.

“So if you cannot flee, and I cannot flee, will you stand with me?”

“My king?”

“We’re both going to fight, so fight with me.” Leroy clasped Gareth’s hand in his own. “Will you join me in this stand, old friend?”

Gareth gripped tight at the hand that held his own.

They made their final stand on the steps leading to the entrance hall of the castle. Leroy’s resolution was to hold the position, keep the injured and non-combatants inside the walls safe. Once word reached the enemy that the king was fighting with only a single soldier by his side, Leroy and Gareth were flooded. Beset on all sides, each blade they parried was backed by three more. A sword point made it past Leroy’s guard, and Gareth cut down the soldier that held the blade.

“Damn. There’s no stop to them. My king, should we—? My king!”

Gareth’s support had come too late. The sword had pierced Leroy’s armor, severing a major blood vessel. Leroy slumped forward, coughed up a glob of blood, and crumpled to the ground. Gareth dashed forward to prevent Leroy from falling. An enemy soldier took the opening, and his strike would have opened Gareth’s head had an axe not blocked the bow.

“Captain! The king?”

“...Dead.” Gareth stood. He placed a hand on his fellow soldier’s shoulder in thanks. “Where are the others?”

“On their way. I was sent ahead.”

“Then let’s see if we can get rid of this lot before they get here.”

“Sir!”

It took the entirety of the castle guard to force the enemy soldiers to retreat. The victory left a bitter taste in the mouths of Leroy’s soldiers. All of them knew this was only a momentary respite. The enemy would regroup, then charge again. And the king was dead.

“Captain, are you all right?”

The soldier that had come to Gareth’s rescue stretched out a hand. Gareth’s face was pale, and his eyes unfocused. He took a knee, then two, and finally lay down beside Leroy’s body. Above him, concerned voices called him by title and name. His gaze focused on Leroy. Blood marred one side of his chin, and his half-open eyes were dull. The finger’s of Gareth’s sword arm twitched, subconsciously trying to reach for his fallen liege.

My king.

Leroy—

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Gareth

Despite sharing his name with one of the knights of the Round Table, Gareth is based on the tale of Sir Galahad.

Leroy and Gareth grew up together. Gareth, of course, never forgot his position in comparison to Leroy which opened him to merciless, good-natured teasing from the future king. Throughout their lives, Leroy always called Gareth by name, and Gareth referred to Leroy by title.

As they grew, Gareth became a page, squire, and finally knight to serve Leroy in what Gareth saw as the proper role. His loyalty and support was rewarded by finally being knighted, not by the ruling monarch, but by Leroy.

Throughout their lives, Leroy considered Gareth to be his truest and staunchest of friends. While they were growing up, any other boys to make fun of Gareth were met with Leroy acting as wall of defense. After they were grown and Leroy crowned king, Gareth became captain of Leroy’s guard.

When Galar fell under attack, Gareth remained by Leroy’s side. Once the king fell, Gareth defended Leroy’s body until reinforcements arrived. Battered and beaten, Gareth remained standing until the last of the attackers were forced to retreat from the area. He died on the steps, next to his king.