Jalil/Stories
Jalil gives Alk a chakram-throwing lesson and talks about his tribe, the Desert Moon.
Jalil: Fly... Qamar Sayf.
Alk: Whoa... Chakram are so cool!
Jalil: ...
Alk: Jalil?
Jalil: ...
Alk: Uh... Earth to Jalil?
Jalil: Oh. Sorry, Alk. I was thinking.
Alk: ...While, uh, throwing pointy things?
Jalil: Using chakram is like using your hands and feet. If you have to think about how to walk, you haven't mastered the art.
Jalil: Make your opponent lose track of the chakram too, and the battle is yours.
Alk: Words... cannot express... how awesome that is...
Jalil: Want to try?
Alk: Wait, really? Aren't your chakram super important to you?
Jalil: I'll make an exception for you.
Alk: Then heck yeah! Show me your ways, master.
Alk: So you twirl it around your finger and then... Whoosh!
Alk: Yeah, I figured. Guess I'm not as awesome as you, Jalil.
Jalil: No, that was good. Most don't manage to throw it on their first try.
Alk: Really?! Maybe I was born to shoot chakram.
Jalil: Let's find out. I don't think you'll lose any lim— Never mind.
Alk: Uh... I think I mind.
Jalil: You want to quit then?
Alk: No, no. I like a challenge.
Alk: I don't actually believe I'm going to become a chakram master, but maybe I could learn to hit one of those targets.
Jalil: I'll teach you. As thanks for the shelter.
Jalil: It's time I passed on the Art of the Desert Moon anyways. My ancestors wouldn't want it to die out with my generation.
Alk: The Desert Moon?
Jalil: It was the name of my village and the tribe that lived there. But I'm all that's left now.
Alk: I'm sorry...
Jalil: Don't be. Enough time has passed for the scars to fade.
Jalil: ...Here, take this. It's a practice chakram. The blades have been removed.
Jalil: You won't lose any limbs with that.
Alk: Maybe you should've given me this FROM THE START!
Jalil: Heh. We'll start off by fixing your form. I hope you're ready, because I'm a tough teacher.
Jalil seeks out information on an ancient relic in order to reclaim what's his.
Jalil: Nothing...
Jalil: If there aren't any records here, they probably don't exist...
Stella: Are you searching for a book, Jalil?
Jalil: Stella.
Jalil: Don't worry about it. I was just doing some research connected to my village.
Stella: May I be of assistance?
Jalil: Thanks for the offer, but I've already gone through every—
Jalil: No... Maybe the Keeper would know something.
Stella: About what?
Jalil: I was trying to find records of a myth that was passed down in my village. It told of a Titan who could crush the stars.
Stella: A Titan?
Jalil: Yeah. It's said the golems were once his servants.
Stella: Are you referring to the same golems we fought in the desert? But those were controlled by—
Jalil: The royal family, yeah.
Jalil: They're able to command golems. It's why they claim they're the descendants of an ancient priest who was blessed by the Titan.
Jalil: But there's rumors of a relic that contains all the Titan's powers. And I think whoever holds the relic also holds the keys to the kingdom.
Stella: Are you searching for the relic?
Jalil: Yeah. Well, right now, I'm just hunting for clues. Leads.
Stella: I've read almost every book in this library. None have been about your myth.
Jalil: I figured. I've been cooped in here for days.
Jalil: I'm asking you, as Keeper of Starview... Do you know anything?
Stella: ...No. I'm sorry.
Stella: I might have once, but not anymore...
Jalil: There's nothing you have to apologize for.
Jalil: It's a myth anyways. Might be completely made up.
Stella: Jalil.
Jalil: Yeah?
Stella: If you could meet the Titan, what would you ask of him?
Jalil: If I could meet the Titan, huh?
Jalil: I'd tell it to give back what was mine.
Stella: ...
Jalil: And if that wasn't possible, I'd just ask why good people have to suffer.
Jalil: ...I've talked for too long. Sorry for taking up your time, Stella.
Stella: Not at all. You're always welcome here, Jalil.