Dreams of the Lost
The Dravanian Forelands
The Smoldering Wastes
'Twould seem the mystery of the axe-wielding Hyur has been laid to rest. I should have known better than to think Thancred would ever stoop to using such an inelegant weapon... But then how was I to know there was not one vagabond wandering the Chocobo Forest but two.
He knew us. He knew you. Did he walk in our memories as we walked in his?
I know what you're thinking, but really, you needn't worry. It will only lend credence to my tales of heroism. Besides, battle scars are to maidens what loose morals are to gentlemen. A definite bonus.
Blessed with the power of the Echo, and driven to put down primals... Despite his declaration that they walk a different path, I struggle to see how their goals conflict with ours. Nor is that the only oddity. I find it passing strange that such exceptional individuals should have wholly escaped our notice until now. Surely we would have heard rumors and attempted to recruit them to our cause?
I recall no such adventurers─and I would not soon forget their like. Nor would any of us, I think. One of our primary duties was to scour the citystates for promising candidates─which is how Thancred found Forename.
Ah, the memories. It seems like only yesterday that you slew your first primal. Speaking of which, I had the distinct impression that it was not the first time that band of merry men and women had killed a god.
I labor to believe that a band of preternaturally gifted adventurers has been traveling the land, slaying primals without our knowledge. 'Twould imply gross negligence on our part.
Speculation will avail us naught. There is far too much we do not know. For the present, we must needs concentrate on what we do know, namely that Lord Ravana is no more. Vidofnir must be informed. The news may render her more receptive to Ser Aymeric's invitation.
Since you seem to have affairs here well in hand, I shall take my leave. Simply being in the vicinity of this colony is giving me a stinking headache. If you have need of me, I shall be with Master Matoya. I would beg her assistance with the search for Minfilia.
Wait─Minfilia is missing? I thought she escaped with Forename!
I shall explain on the road. Much has happened in your absence...
I had not thought to see thee again so soon, mortal. If thou seekest the knight, know that she hath long since departed for Ishgard.
My thanks, Vidofnir, but it was not for her that we came. We bring good tidings for you and yours. Lord Ravana, who had been summoned by the Gnath, has again been laid low.
Truly? Once more you mortals have succeeded where mine own kind did fail. You have our deepest thanks.
Would that we could take credit. The god fell by another's hand.
Another? Revelation upon revelation. Regardless, it is cause for celebration. The Gnath will have no choice but to withdraw. But to another matter. I have tidings for thee as well.
Regarding the Ishgardians' invitation?
As promised, I brought the matter to my sire. Hearken to his answer now.
“For a thousand years have I mourned my beloved, who gave her life to forge a peace thy king betrayed. Such was my lot, until a child of Ishgard came unto me. “For want of warmth, she wrapped herself in a dream. Yet the world will remember her deeds. For truth, she fought. For justice, she sinned. For redemption, she sacrificed, and became as light. “To follow one's heart, to have faith in one's convictions─be it for weal, or be it for woe. Such is the folly and the glory of man...and of dragon.”
He hath entrusted the choice to us, and we have made it. We will keep faith with you who walk in the Light.
Then you accept Ser Aymeric's invitation?
Let it be known that I, Vidofnir, shall journey unto Ishgard on behalf of my people.
We are honored to receive your answer, and will convey your words to our allies without delay. It is happening, Ysayle. Would that you were here to see it...
Even as the Scions celebrated the return of a long lost friend, honorable men plotted to deprive them of another.
Honorable men, to whom Ser Aymeric was no hero but a scheming patricide.
Honorable men, who would fain wash the paving stones of Foundation with the tyrant's blood.
Honorable men, whose knife in the dark was the spark which set the city aflame. And who sang as it burned.
— From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps
When Ysayle first brought thee before me, I knew in my heart of hearts that this day would come.
Fortunately, the journey afforded us ample time to brief Thancred on recent events.
So you slew a handful of primals, chatted with the Emperor of Garlemald, uncovered the truth behind a thousand-year war, thwarted a megalomaniacal archbishop's ambitions, and then rode home on the back of the Father of Dragons. Does that about sum it up?
The Forgotten Knight
We can celebrate Thancred's return later. You and Alphinaud are needed at the Congregation!
The city's gone mad, Forename. Steer clear of the Brume if you don't want to get burned.
Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly
Oh good, you're back. Things got a bit heated while you were away.
One thing at a time, one thing at─
Forgive me, Forename, I will attend you shortly.
This is a dark day for the Temple Knights. But I have faith that we shall overcome this trial.
Right. Let us not keep Ser Aymeric waiting. ...Are you quite well, Thancred?
Yes─yes, quite well. Forgive me. You have given me rather a lot to digest. This whole affair with the Ishgardians and the Dravanians...and our friends nowhere to be found. 'Twould seem there is no end to our troubles.
We can but face them head on, one at a time. For now, we must apply ourselves to our allotted tasks and leave the others to theirs. Remember, Thancred─we found you, as they found me. In time, we will find Yda and Papalymo and Minfilia as well. These troubles will soon be but a memory─one which we will look back on together.
Pray do not misunderstand─I did not mean to imply that it would be otherwise. I merely wish that I had rejoined our grand adventure at one of its more triumphal moments. Despite your recent accomplishments, the mood here is less than celebratory. But I have no doubt that we will enjoy many more glorious victories soon enough─and you may rest assured that I will play my part in them to the very hilt.
I know you will. So then─to the Congregation!
Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly
You have returned! In this at least the fates are kind.
Greetings, first commander! It pleases me to inform you that Vidofnir has accepted Ser Aymeric's invitation.
She has!? These are glad tidings indeed... Would that the lord commander were here to hear them.
Ah. Is he otherwise engaged?
Aye─sleepin' off a knife to the gut.
What? What happened!? Will he live?
The chirurgeons tell me he will make a full recovery. But had Lord Edmont and Lord Artoirel not been on hand when the assassin struck, he would not have been so fortunate. For a mercy, they subdued the fiend before he could land the telling blow.
The attack was just the beginnin', though. Not long after, buildings all 'round the city─includin' several of ours─burst into flame. Bastards caught us completely by surprise. We've been dowsin' the fires, but for every one we put out, it seems like two more start up. Casualties are mountin'─especially in the Brume.
'Tis plain these fires were started by the assassin's conspirators. Until they have been rounded up, there will be no end to this. Will you help us find them? Then let us be about it.