Lionel Khapita

Lionel Khapita is a playable character in Triangle Strategy. He is a recruitable character available if the player has 400 Utility.

Profile/Story[]

Merchant of the Norzelia Consortium[]

A merry and masterful merchant who provides an array of goods. He believes that a profitable end justifies the means in his line of work and dedicates himself wholeheartedly to filling his own coffers.- In-game description

Battle[]

Lionel's base class is a Wordsmith, with abilities based around inflicting stat changes and status effects on his enemies. He wields a Whip at Weapon Rank 1, a Thorny Whip at Weapon Rank 2, and a Golden Whip at Weapon Rank 3. Lionel possesses the following classes and abilities:

Wordsmith[]


Lv.	Name	Type	Description and Base TP	Range
0	Charm	Active	Lower an enemy's physical defense and magic defense for 3 turn(s). (1 TP)	1-1 (Height -2-+2)
0	Ruffle Feathers	Active	Chance to infuriate a single enemy for 2 turn(s). (2 TP)	1-4 (Height -10-+10)
0	Lucky Find	Passive	Obtain money when picking up spoils.	N/A
15	Inciting Whispers	Active	Chance to tempt a single enemy for 2 turn(s). (1 TP)	1-4 (Height -10-+10)
19	Brute Force	Active	Deal heavy physical damage to a single enemy, with a low chance of success. (2 TP)	1-1 (Height -2-+2)
22	Treasure and HP	Passive	Recover HP when picking up spoils.	N/A

Elocutionist[]


Lv.	Name	Type	Description and Base TP	Range
?	Endless Speech	Active	Lower the speed of all enemies within range for 2 turn(s), and have a chance to silence and put them to sleep for 2 turn(s). (3 TP)	1-4 (Height -10-+10)
Weapon Skill	Golden Opportunity	Active	Throw your money at enemies to deal physical damage and tempt them for 1 turn(s). (4 TP)	1-4 (Height -10-+10)

Character Stories[]

A Shrewd Trader[]

An Aesfrosti merchant attempts to charm the locals into buying his wares...

Portly Merchant: How fortunate this humble merchant is, to look upon such beauty!
Portly Merchant: Nothing would do Lionel greater honor than to see his powders and perfumes adorn your divine visages.
Portly Merchant: Such honor, in fact, that he is willing to part with them for...practically nothing at all!
Aesfrosti Citizen (F) A: We haven't even coin for salt, let alone vanity!
Aesfrosti Citizen (F) B: Minds on naught but your ledgers...you peddlers disgust me.
Portly Merchant: Well met, brave protectors of the realm! Lionel has brought everything a hero needs and more!
Portly Merchant: Every item has undergone meticulous testing to ensure that they will serve you well on the battlefield!
Aesfrosti Soldier: Out of our way, junkmonger. We've important duties to attend to.
Portly Merchant: How rude... Where are the smiles and open coinpurses the people used to greet Lionel with?
Portly Merchant: Perhaps Lionel should take his goods elsewhere. War has made this place disagreeable... However...
Portly Merchant: It is the perfect opportunity for the shrewd trader to amass his fortune. And Lionel is shrewd, if nothing else.
Wolffort Soldier: My lord, that merchant who peddles his wares in our encampment has requested an audience.
Serenoa: Ah, yes. Let him come forth.
Portly Merchant: You do Lionel a great honor, my lord—a great honor!
Portly Merchant: That he can count House Wolffort among his loyal patrons has ever been a source of pride.
Serenoa: Yes, right. What brings you before me today?
Portly Merchant: As my lord is doubtless already aware, war places a heavy burden on the treasury. A burden that only grows heavier as time drags on...
Portly Merchant: However, a skilled negotiator can see his coffers even fuller at war's end than they were at its beginning.
Portly Merchant: If he may be so bold, Lionel would offer his services in that very capacity.
Serenoa: ......
Portly Merchant: He understands your precarious position—trapped between two ravenous wolves.
Portly Merchant: In such times, one can never have enough coin and resources to stave off what may come. Surely you agree?
Serenoa: Your words have merit, and you have always been honest in your dealings with my house. I see no reason not to welcome you into our ranks.
Portly Merchant: Splendid! You are as wise as they say. Wiser, even!
Portly Merchant: Lionel shall not disappoint! Just the opposite, in fact!
Lionel: From this day until his very last, he shall stake his honor on the prosperity of your house.
Lionel: (CLOUD) And if his own coinpurse should grow fat in the process, who could blame him?

On the Backs of Fools[]

Lionel joins House Wolffort in a shameless bid to fill his coffers...

Lionel: Hail and well met, my good fellow! Lionel greets you most heartily.
Consortium Saltmonger: Ah, Clarus spoke of you. Lionel, you say?
Lionel: The very same, and in a position of privilege for which he is most grateful. A privilege that he would be most happy to share with the Consortium, that it might prove to our mutual benefit.
Consortium Saltmonger: Oho! A fellow man with an eye for profit, I see! What privilege have you brought me today?
Lionel: A worldly fellow such as yourself has doubtless heard rumors of Hyzante's clandestine research projects, yes?
Consortium Saltmonger: Indeed I have. Developing weapons of devastating power, unlocking the secrets of eternal life...
Lionel: What if Lionel were to tell you that Hyzante has, in fact, created an elixir that offers everlasting youth?
Consortium Saltmonger: ...I would be intrigued. And then I'd ask you how you could possibly know such a thing.
Lionel: It's a simple matter of logic. Think—why would Hyzante hide the existence of so wondrous a panacea?
Consortium Saltmonger: Hmm...I suppose they'd want to keep such power to them and theirs.
Lionel: Just so! The only thing kings and nobles covet more than salt is life itself! My lord is no exception...
Consortium Saltmonger: What're you saying? That those you serve have procured this miracle drug?
Lionel: Lionel has found himself welcome within nobility's most inner circles, he is proud to say. And privy to their secret conversations.
Lionel: He also finds himself in possession of a certain medicine. A medicine he would be happy to part with a share of—for the right price...
Consortium Saltmonger: A price I'd be more than willing to pay for such an incredible elixir. Do tell me—what exactly does it do?
Lionel: What doesn't it do!? Its imbiber is blessed with unyielding vigor, unflagging stamina, and unmitigated vitality!
Lionel: Demand has proven so overwhelming that Lionel cannot hope to deliver the goods all on his own. He would be willing to share his profits with the right partner, however.
Consortium Saltmonger: If you've won the nobles' trust, then I see no reason to hesitate in helping you take some of their coin... Very well, let me see the goods.
Lionel: Hah! That makes ten who put their lust for coin before their capacity for reason. This is almost too easy.
Lionel: With a few rumors and a respected name at his disposal, Lionel could sell these gullible fools their own shoes! Ohoho...
Lionel: They're welcome to help themselves to this purgative, and if one or two of them is remarkably long-lived, then all the better for Lionel.
Anna: And are you content to make your fortune on the backs of fools?
Lionel: Gah! You! How long have you been there?
Anna: Since the morning, on Benedict's orders.
Lionel: ...Hmph. Your overseer is too kind. However, you may return and inform him that Lionel needs no protection.
Lionel: His work to bring fortune to House Wolffort requires the utmost concentration, and the presence of others can prove an unnecessary distraction.

A Merchant's Joy[]

Lionel uses the Wolffort name to sell his dubious goods, but will he get away with it?

Consortium Saltmonger: You! Just what was in that swill you sold me!?
Lionel: Ah, my good ser! Don't you look to be in a fit of pique. But what does it have to do with Lionel?
Consortium Saltmonger: Don't play coy with me! That was no secret elixir you sold me!
Consortium Saltmonger: An elderly nobleman bought the entire batch, and all he got for his troubles was a whole day atop his chamber pot!
Lionel: Ah, perhaps the tonic's invigorating effects were too potent for a man of such venerable age.
Lionel: While Lionel is sure his digestive system has been duly cleansed, methinks a smaller dosage should suffice next time.
Consortium Saltmonger: Digestive system? Dosage? You said that medicine granted eternal life!
Lionel: Lionel recalls saying nothing of the sort. We did converse⁠ about rumors of such an elixir existing prior to the transaction, but that was all.
Lionel: If you harbor any doubts, pray consult the bill of sale. Rest assured that any misunderstanding stems from your own negligence.
Consortium Saltmonger: For all the good it'll do me now, I might as well wipe my ass with it!
Lionel: My friend, a merchant's seal is his word. Consider this a lesson to read the fine print more carefully in the future.
Consortium Saltmonger: You two-faced charlatan! You'll pay for this!
Lionel: Two-faced? Has your own coinpurse not grown mysteriously fat despite the heavy taxes on salt?
Lionel: I daresay more so than market prices would conceivably allow. One wonders...what is the punishment in Hyzante for those who do business outside the purview of the state?
Consortium Saltmonger: You...you can't threaten me! I'll gut you like a fish!
Lionel: Uwaaah!
Consortium Saltmonger: Ungah!
Anna: Seems you needed protection after all.
Lionel: Sh-shut up! Lionel had the matter well under control. Did...did you kill him?
Anna: He's just unconscious. Killing him would only attract unwanted attention.
Lionel: Nevertheless, he gave Lionel quite a fright. That knock on his head couldn't have been good for the fool's health.
Anna: The only fool here is you.
Anna: Using the name of House Wolffort to swindle others—how long did you think this charade would last?
Anna: I'll give you one chance to stop, or else you'll end up next to him in the dirt.
Lionel: Lionel will have you know he has friends in high places. Yes, very high places!
Lionel: So high, in fact, that—yes! Lionel now sees the error of his ways! His thinking so far has been...positively unambitious!
Lionel: It is Lionel who holds the purse strings of House Wolffort, and it is he who must see to it that said purse is overflowing with riches!
Lionel: He has been a fool! Only a fool would squander his talents with such petty deceits!
Lionel: But Lionel does not lose heart easily! No, he shall redouble his efforts!
Lionel: For such is his burden—the burden of a loyal servant tasked with guiding his house to boundless fortune!
Lionel: Bwahaha! Let us begin our new work posthaste!
Anna: That...took a turn for the unexpected. What am I supposed to do with him?
Anna: Knock him senseless and drag him back to the castle? It may come to that...

Mid-Battle Conversations[]

Final Chapter: Blessed Freedom[]

vs. Idore[]

Lionel: When Lionel threw in his lot with Wolffort, he never wagered he'd end up in a battle against Minister Idore...
Idore: Such a shame. If it was profit you were after, merchant, all you had to do was work hard at your trade and the Goddess would have smiled upon you.

Final Chapter: For Norzelia[]

vs. Idore[]

Lionel: Hmm...The Aelfric crystals are sure to fetch a high price. In the name of mercantile progress, Lionel shall strike you down!
Idore: Another fool, driven by greed. You would repackage people's misery and sell it back to them with a smile.

Trivia[]

Lionel's surname, Khapita, is possibly a pun on "capital", or the supplies needed to run a business, alluding to his mercantile background.