Beneath a Star-filled Sky

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Alphinaud: Outer La Noscea - The Long Climb - Camp Overlook (x:20.5, y:16.8)

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1,670
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Alphinaud would rather not worry about what may or may not come to pass.
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  • Alphinaud would rather not worry about what may or may not come to pass.
  • Disinclined to dwell on the unpleasant question of Ga Bu's fate, Alphinaud bids you apprise the Maelstrom of your victory over Titan. Yet as pleased as Commander Bloeidin will be to hear the news, he will inevitably demand that a decision be made...
  • Commander Bloeidin is greatly relieved to hear that you have spared him the burden of sending good men to their deaths. In a show of gratitude, he invites you to stay the night and celebrate with the Maelstrom forces, and you accept─yet as the evening wears on, you become aware that Alisaie is nowhere to be seen. You find her outside the camp enjoying a moment of quiet solitude with Ga Bu, and after joining her, she tells you of her struggle to understand her grandfather's motivations and to find her own path having parted ways with her brother. The story of her journey seems more than a little familiar, as does the answer she found at the end of it: that in a world where high-minded ideals and earnest efforts all too often fall short, where the good suffer and the evil prosper, one must nevertheless aspire to a higher ideal. Her heart thus unburdened, Alisaie bids you share some tales of your time in the north, and you duly recount an adventure near and dear to your heart. Looking up into the starry night, you reflect on your own journey and what drives you to carry on...
  • In the morning, you find Alphinaud packed and ready to depart. He reveals that he has been in contact with Thancred and Y'shtola, both of whom have apparently discovered crates bearing defaced Ishgardian seals during the course of their investigations. Armed with this information, Alphinaud thinks it prudent to consult with Urianger once more, and is eager to take to the road. Alisaie, however, is nowhere to be found─and neither, you realize, is Ga Bu.
  • No child should be forced to confront death firsthand, much less that of a parent. Though she knows she can never truly understand the depths of his despair, Alisaie takes a moment to comfort Ga Bu one final time. Having given up hope of eliciting a response, she surrenders him into Commander Bloeidin's care, entreating him to show the young kobold every kindness. But in that instant, the child breaks his silence, thanking Alisaie for everything she has done. All is not lost─Ga Bu may one day recover from his trauma. With hope in your hearts, you set forth for Thanalan.
  • Back at the Waking Sands, Urianger shares his latest findings. Per Alisaie's request, he has studied The Gerun Oracles and discovered a passage which suggests that a Rejoining would result in the deaths of all those living upon a reflection of the Source. Yet in death there is seemingly life as their souls would then be returned to the Source, where they might be reborn anew. Drastic as it sounds, Urianger speculates this may yet be preferable to the alternative, for it is possible that a world which falls to transcendent Light or Dark may ultimately be transformed into an unfathomable void.
Even as you pause to contemplate the implications of these theories, Urianger reveals that the Ishgardian smugglers supplying the beast tribes with crystals have been identified as remnants of the criminal network established by Eline Roaille─the infamous Garlean spymaster, the Ivy. What is more, the group has recently supplied crystals to another party: refugees devoted to the cause of Ala Mhigan liberation. Wasting no time, Alphinaud bids you and Alisaie accompany him to Little Ala Mhigo to track down the shipment's recipients and find out what they intend.
As you round the corner and head for the exit, you and the twins are contacted via linkpearl by Thancred, who proudly informs you of the latest developments in Ishgard. When he subsequently hears that you have obtained the same information, however, his disappointment is palpable. A troubled Alisaie then confirms that the raid on the smugglers' hideout was conducted less than an hour before, and that only a select few should know the group's true identity, and the destination of their final shipment...
  • Alphinaud is unsure what to make of his sister's recent behavior towards Urianger, the two of them having always been quite close. As one of Louisoix's most dedicated pupils, Urianger was practically a member of the family. Yet her treatment of the Archon during your past several visits has suggested nothing of the sort. On the contrary, her words and actions seem to indicate a deep-seated suspicion. But why?
  • Having spent the journey to Little Ala Mhigo turning the mystery over and over in your mind, you press Alisaie for an explanation, but find her reluctant to say anything more than that she is prepared "to do what must be done." Whatever has passed between her and Urianger remains unclear for now, but you sense it will not be long before the truth comes out─for better or for worse.

I know what happened. Gods help me, I was there. But the thought that we might have to... Seven hells, he's just a child!
...
There is naught to be gained from dwelling on an eventuality over which we have no control, much less one which may never even come to pass. Let us tend to more immediate matters─informing Commander Bloeidin of Titan's demise, for example.

You may be certain that he will be glad of the news. Would you be so kind as to break it to him?


I expect the commander would enjoy hearing the tale of Titan's defeat from the man responsible, don't you?
Ah, you're a sight for sore eyes! When the others came back without you, I feared the worst, but they said you had matters well in hand.

All settled then, is it? I'm glad to hear it. But not half as glad as my men'll be, believe you me!


Regardless of whether or not he was summoned properly, a primal's a primal. And there ain't a soul in the Maelstrom that hasn't lost a friend to one.


Don't get me wrong, like─we were all prepared to do our part. But we weren't so naive as to think we'd live to tell the tale.
Thankfully, of course, it didn't come to that─which, my friend, sounds to me like cause for celebration! Now, I know you lot have places to be, but why not stay the night? We'd be honored to raise a glass to the triumphant return of Titan's Bane!


Who goes there?

Oh, it's you. Forgive me for straying from the camp.


He hasn't been feeling too welcome, to say the least. I thought a change of scenery might do him good, but, alas...


It's so quiet out here. The stars spread out before us, beckoning across time and space...
"Dawn may banish even the darkest night." How bitterly beautiful, those words.

I should be stronger for all my experiences, yet my heart aches more than ever.


I never understood why Grandfather gave his life that day. I thought that, if I came here, I would find the answers I needed. But when I finally laid eyes on the land he sacrificed everything to save, saw firsthand the bickering, the pettiness...


I was disappointed. I was angry. I could not fathom how these people were more deserving of his love than his family...than me...


Nevertheless, I had to believe he had good reason. I was determined to uncover the whole truth of the Calamity, and perhaps in so doing find my own purpose in this sea of chaos.


But when Grandfather revealed the whole truth of the Calamity to us, I finally understood. And I resolved there and then to continue his legacy in my own way.


My travels have been enlightening, but I cannot say that I have enjoyed them. I have lost count of the many petty crises that I was helpless to resolve, and of the people whose actions I could not understand.


There were others, of course. Good people. People with whom I felt a kinship...whose lives I could not save.


I found myself asking what it was all for. Why try if I was doomed to fail in the end? But then I recalled Grandfather's words to my father, years ago, before he left Sharlayan behind forever.


"To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom─it is indolence. We must all protect that which we hold most dear in the manner of our own choosing."


...We have to try, do we not?


Of course, it's one thing to try and another to do. There were times while I was tracking the Warriors of Darkness when I faltered─when I was afraid. But then I thought of my brother, of Urianger...


Ah, pray forgive me. This conversation has been rather one-sided, hasn't it. Mayhap you could recount some of your adventures in Ishgard?
I traveled far and wide with two companions, Estinien and Ysayle, who were very...
Gods, they must have been at each other's throats from dawn till dusk...
I daresay you managed to keep the peace, though. Merely being in the presence of the Warrior of Light is surely enough to shame anyone into behaving.
Under some rather unique circumstances, I had the pleasure to fight alongside Ser Aymeric...
He is quite a man, the lord commander. I shall have to thank him for his kindness. Truth be told, I was rather taken aback by it all. Given Ishgard's famous love of foreigners, I was half expecting the chirurgeons to berate me for bleeding.
But I never heard an unkind word. Everyone there seemed relatively open and friendly, in fact─thanks in no small part to your tireless efforts, I suspect.
When Alphinaud and I came at last to the Dravanian Hinterlands...
We had no clear memories of our life in the hinterlands, having returned to the motherland as infants. Nevertheless, I am quite familiar with Master Matoya, as is every Sharlayan. I should like to speak with her someday.
'Twould not surprise me if Alphinaud's recent maturation was at least somewhat due to her sage guidance. I would never tell him this, of course, but there have been moments when I've caught myself thinking of him as an elder brother...
The hopes and dreams of so many rest on your shoulders, Warrior of Light.
As long as the sun rises, we can but carry on. For the sake of those we hold dear.
To what end dost thou cling to the tainted gifts of the Mother?
Every tool has its purpose. Even this.
Well, what is it?
The seeds sown in Vylbrand have been plucked from the earth and left to wither.
Alas, Titan's demise sufficed not to drive the kobolds to deepest desperation.
What did the man in white have to say?
That we are to proceed as he did first set forth.
Well that's easy for him to say! It's not his bloody world on the brink of destruction, is it!?
Be thou well reminded that with an end to Ishgard's unrest, naught now remaineth to preoccupy the Scions' thoughts. And thus may they devote their every energy to thwarting thee and thine. I foresee only greater difficulties ahead.
Foresee? Are you sure you don't welcome them? I'm starting to think you might hold a candle for your old friends, after all...
Pray do not mistake mine intent. I but look upon the path which lieth before us with due trepidation.

Shouldst thou be of like mind, pray consider, then, another course, for the power to invoke the Ardor belongeth not unto the Ascians alone.


With thine own hand, strike down thine enemy─the so-called hero who would see thy home lost to Light. Do but this and thou wouldst, at a single stroke, disrupt the all too delicate balance of this realm, plunging her straightways into chaos.
You do realize what you're suggesting, yes?
"To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom─it is indolence." The words of my teacher, and a creed I hold close to my heart.
Very well. Draw him out. We'll make it quick.
It shall be done.

What good a creed one cannot uphold? What hurts soothed, what lives saved... O hapless fool, what hast thou wrought by thine own hands?


Minfilia, my friends─I shall not now beg your forgiveness.


Full deeply though it paineth me to walk it, I shall not stray from my chosen path. As Moenbryda remained steadfast, so too shall I...
Ahh, I haven't slept that well in weeks!
What ho, Forename. I trust you had a good night's rest?

I was but this moment speaking with Thancred and Y'shtola via linkpearl. They had some interesting news to share.


Apparently, during the course of their respective investigations, both came across crates which had once borne Ishgardian seals. 'Twould seem that someone in the capital has been very busy indeed.


Accordingly, the Temple Knights have launched a full-scale investigation. Ser Aymeric believes that it is only a matter of time before the culprits are found, but we shall have to wait and see.


In the meantime, it seems only prudent to look into the recent activities of the other tribes, in case they too are flush with Ishgardian crystals. And with that in mind, I suggest we pay Urianger another─


Wait. Where is Alisaie? She was here a moment ago...with Ga Bu.


Would you be so kind as to look for my sister? She is doubtless somewhere in the camp, but... Well, I am sure you will find her.
...
Ah, let me guess: it's time to leave, isn't it?
My apologies for disappearing again. If it is any consolation, I have already packed my things.
...How is he?
Brother. Commander Bloeidin. Something tells me you are not solely here out of concern for his welfare.

But to answer your question, there has been no change. He will not speak or eat─I'm not even sure if he slept. If he did, he seems none the better for it. He just...shuffles about with that same expression on his face...


You will look after him, won't you, Commander─and treat him with every kindness?


He's still in there. I know it. Beneath the anguish and the despair, he's still fighting with all his heart.


He deserves to be given that chance. Until he comes back to us─until we know for certain what has become of him.
Aye, aye, you needn't worry. If he hadn't risked his neck to warn us and help you secure the better part of the crystals, this could've turned out a damn sight worse than it did. We'll not soon forget that, and nor will Maelstrom Command.
I'm so sorry, Ga Bu. I truly am. You should never have been made to... And I know I cannot possibly understand...

Mayhap there is nothing I can do or say. The pain, the anger...the helplessness...


...Hold fast to the memories of better times. Remember them as they were.


And when it hurts so much your heart feels fit to burst, let it burst. Let it burst, and fill up again with your love for them. And never, ever forget.
...Come along, little one.
I...I will remember them. And you, Alisaie. Thank you...
...
Have faith, Sister. Your words have reached him. In time, he will recover...
And those who orchestrated these events will be made to answer for their crimes.
A thousand times over, aye. There will be a reckoning.
Judgin' by what the little feller said, I doubt he's been corrupted. Sayin' that, we'll keep him close till we've heard a bit more─just to be on the safe side.
We have heard the glad tidings from O'Ghomoro, my friends. By the grace of the Twelve and your most valiant efforts, the people of Limsa Lominsa may rest easy.
I should like to think so, yes. Though we failed to prevent the Lord of Crags from manifesting, we did succeed in weakening him, enabling Forename to dispatch him before the Warriors of Darkness could make matters worse. 'Twas by no means an unmitigated success, but it will have to suffice.
Then let us speak of another matter─one which weigheth heavy on my lady's mind.

As thou didst request, I sought out The Gerun Oracles, that we might better understand the aims of the Warriors of Darkness.


Though their copious use of allegory defieth any single interpretation, the oracles paint a most disturbing picture─one of worlds parallel to our own, apart yet linked, reduced to ruin with every Umbral Calamity...
"Seven times have they succeeded." Then of ten and three, only six worlds remain.
Aye. All is as my lady Minfilia spake unto thee.

As for what becometh of these reflections when they and the Source are rejoined...


"Frail flesh undone in Umbral fires,
Each soul surrend'reth to Her call,
To flow unto the endless sea,
There to endure as one and none."
Then...then if the Warriors of Darkness succeed, everyone in their world will die?
In essence, aye. The verse speaketh of the renunciation of the flesh, and subsequent return to the Lifestream.

However, this fate may yet be preferable to the alternative, for if the First were to fall to transcendent Light in the manner the Warriors of Darkness described, it would give way unto a void wherein none may know either life or death.


Far better to die, they reason─for in death there is life. The essence of a soul which returneth unto the Source may be born anew. Saved. Such, at least, is their belief, I surmise.
If that is true, then... Gods. No one should ever have to make such a choice.
...Ere we speak further on this subject, I would share with thee another recent discovery.
'Twould seem that several sizable shipments of crystals have been delivered into the hands of certain Ala Mhigan parties.
Ala Mhigans? Strange... And you believe this to be the work of the same Ishgardian smugglers who supplied the beast tribes?
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt. And lest thou wonder at their motive, I would remind you that the Ascians did once attempt to bring about the summoning of Rhalgr.

The individuals who took receipt of these shipments are refugees belonging to a group devoted to the cause of Ala Mhigan liberation.


It may also interest thee to know that their Ishgardian suppliers appear to be none other than the remnants of Eline Roaille's network of spies.
Surely you jest... And yet...it is not so surprising. Bereft of leadership and hunted by the Alliance, I can well imagine such villains being desperate enough to conspire with the Ascians. Assuming they even know─or care─who their new employers are.
All of which is irrelevant. Forgive me. We must seek out the Resistance group which received the crystals without delay. Forename, Alisaie─will you come with me to Little Ala Mhigo?
Yes, of course. I should like to hear what they have to say for themselves. Firsthand.
May you ever walk in the light of the Crystal.
Alphinaud, Alisaie, Forename─are you three listening? Good. I have tidings.
The Temple Knights raided the smugglers' warehouse less than an hour ago. A cursory interrogation of the prisoners yielded confirmation that they were in the employ of─and I hope you are sitting down─a man in black robes.
Then you have them? And the crystals too?
What few remained, aye. Regrettably, it would seem they dispatched one final shipment in the hours before we struck.

'Twas bound for Little Ala Mhigo, we are told, where it will be received by members of a local Resistance group.


Since Ser Aymeric's men no longer have need of my services, I have a mind to head that way.
As do we, by happy coincidence. We learned of the shipments but a few moments ago.
Hah! And there I was thinking I might finally be one step ahead of the Warrior of Light and his little helpers.

...Ah! Wait a moment! There is more! And I defy you not to be surprised by this revelation.


The leader of the Ishgardian smugglers was formerly in the employ of one Eline Roaille─the infamous Ivy herself!
Once again, Thancred, I fear I must inform you that─
Thancred─with whom else have you shared this information?
About the smugglers? No one. As I think I mentioned, the raid was less than an hour ago. I was planning to contact Y'shtola next, but is there someone else you would have me notify first?
No...there isn't.
Pray proceed with all due caution. To what end these refugees covet crystals remaineth to be seen.
What in the world has gotten into her? It is twice now that we have sought Urianger's aid, and twice she has treated him as if he were a stranger.

The Archon was one of Grandfather's most dedicated pupils, and spent as much time at the Leveilleur estate as we did. He's practically a member of the family!


Truth be told, I struggle to recall a day from my childhood when I did not see the three of them laughing together.


If this continues, I may have to raise the matter. Later, though─Little Ala Mhigo awaits.
Still no sign of Thancred...
I will get to the bottom of this...

Oh, forgive me. I was... It has been a long day. Did you have something to say?


Urianger? Oh, I... I've always struggled to understand what's going on in his head. Now more than ever.


Listen, Forename─if anything should happen, it should be me who... Just know that I am prepared to do what must be done.


Right, then. To more pressing matters. Since we have no idea when Thancred might arrive, I suggest we see what information we can gather in his absence.
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