Child of Lilith

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«Nightkin

With Heart and Steel»

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It's all been a bit overwhelming, but at least there's hope for a cure!
We just need to find Lilith's prison...
Ah, Forename. Your fellow student has had the most astonishing dream. Why don't you tell him about it, Arya?
It was so disturbingly vivid. I dreamed of the man who wrote the Nightkin...

In a corner of the house in which he hid away from the world, he kept a coffin-like box. Black as night, it was, its sides marked with jagged lines of purple.


As he watched over it, unblinking, an inquisitor broke through the door with a company of knights. Half the soldiers were ordered to haul the man away to the “Tribunal,” while the other half seized the coffin...
This “coffin” you describe is the very image of a Mhachi tool of containment. 'Tis as if you saw a vision of past events...
It was probably just a nightmare, brought on by the tales in those memoirs.
Well, as things stand, your dream is the best lead the memoirs have given us. Let us pay a visit to the Tribunal in Ishgard─nothing ventured, nothing gained, I say!
Oh, you're here! X'rhun seems to be having trouble negotiating with the official...
Ahem... Are you an acquaintance of these outsiders?
Forename, thank the gods! This officious bureaucrat refuses to allow me access to their records. Mayhap he will listen to you.
Forename, did you say? What strange coincidence that you bear the same name as─ Ah! It is you! In the flesh!

My apologies for not recognizing you sooner! Whatever the hero of Ishgard requires, we shall not hesitate to provide. This was in regards to the heretic killer who left those awful memoirs, yes?


Your request shall be given the highest priority. Pray understand, however, that records of objects seized in the previous century are not immediately at hand. It may take some time to scour the archives...
Just like that, eh? A moment ago, you were ready to cast me out into the snow!
Hmph. Mayhap you should take Arya on a tour of the city. I'll stay here with our new “friend” and help guide his search.
I suppose we would just be in the way here. Could we go to the Last Vigil? I hear the view is spectacular...
I knew you were well known in Ishgard, but 'tis quite another thing to see such reverence firsthand!
Master Surname, you need not waste your valuable time lingering here. Your companion is providing me with all the details I require.
This is amazing... I was told you could look over the entire city from up here, and I couldn't wait to see it for myself!
What will you say?
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! Fond of such sights, are you? ! So you are fond of high places, then?

If I wasn't before, then I've certainly become so. I want to burn this first sight of Ishgard into my mind─to fill the empty spaces in my memory with wonderful vistas...

If they come with a view such as this, I am! ...I would ask why you keep asking me that, but I'm afraid the answer would lead to even stranger questions.


To be honest, though, I wanted to burn this first sight of Ishgard into my mind─to fill the empty spaces in my memory with wonderful vistas...


When you first rescued me, I knew not who I was or where I belonged. As I've said before, I scarcely felt that I existed.
But the well of my memories is no longer empty. Though it has been but a small fraction of my life, my journey with you has shaped me into what I am now.
So you can understand why I'm so eager to return to our training. Red magic has given me the power to fight against a fate that would have left me...hollow.
Forename! Arya! We've learned the resting place of Lilith's prison!

As incredible as it may seem, the coffin from your dream matched the description of the heretic's box─purple lines and all. The inquisitors were apparently so unnerved by its fell energies that they cast the thing into a ravine.


The place in question is known by the delightful name of “Witchdrop,” and is to be found in the Coerthas central highlands. Swarming with voidsent, or so I'm told. Shall we?
Do you...do you feel that? It's as if the whole ravine is pulsing with evil...
The chasm is crawling with fiends, just as described. Are they drawn by Lilith's dark essence, I wonder?

Let us descend to its depths and begin digging. Mayhap the very power which attracts the voidsent will help guide our efforts.


Oh, you will be able to follow us down there, won't you, Arya? I seem to recall you had a crippling fear of ghosts and spirits.
Wh-What? No, I'm fine. There are no skeletons or specters here, so I'll be fine. Perfectly fine.
So “fine” you felt the need to tell me three times? Well, considering your current troubles with spellcasting, you'd best stay close in any case.
There would not have been so much damnable snow a hundred years ago. Our search would have been far easier before the Calamity!
Hm? I told you, I'm fine. There are no ghosts here...that I can see. Perfectly, completely fine.
Only one bearing my blood-gift may break the seal. Slay this pretender!
...You found it already!? You must tell X'rhun!
Under a shallow mound of snow, you say!? Extraordinary!
“Only one bearing my blood-gift...” Could this mysterious voice belong to Lilith herself?
Let me try opening the coffin. If the voice is telling the truth, then I'm the only one who can.
Very well. Forename, lead us to your dig site.
Well, that's a demonic box if ever I saw one. I find myself understanding the decision to drop it into a ravine and never speak of it again.
It looks just as it did in my dream... I'm going to open the lid.
I can feel the waves of malice even through the wards─this is no lowly imp. Proceed with caution, Arya.

Lilith may be in a weakened state, but she is still a queen amongst her kind. Let us not be caught unprepared!


Gods above!
Hm hm hm. At last, I am free from that miserable prison!
A thousand years of scheming cometh to fruition. Yield unto me thy vessel, child. Thou shalt be host to mine immortal glory!
...Host? You seek to possess Arya's body!
<hiss> A masterpiece of centuries. For generations have I guided the dreams of my blood-gifted, bringing them together and strengthening their line...
When at last the chosen one was born, I sent another to secure my precious vessel. He commanded his own puppets, never knowing he was mine.
...Lambard!
<hiss> Heed me, child... My darling creation... I am the reason for thine existence; for the entanglement of thy sires; for thy deliverance unto solitude.
Do not listen, Arya! Her words are poison!
Come. Deny not thy destiny. Thy life was molded by my hand!
This was always meant to happen? My parents... My uncle... All of it?
Sweet child...
Arya, no!

Godsdammit! Arya moved as if entranced. Lilith must have some hold over those who bear her blood.


It was Arya's dream that led us here. Into a trap. If we are to believe that hissing serpent, this meeting was a thousand years in the making...


But all is not lost! See how she did not immediately claim Arya's body for her own? From what I understand of such things, in order to possess a mortal host, Lilith must conduct a ritual of exacting preparations.
There is time yet to deduce the location to which she fled. Let us return to the Pillars and consider the possibilities.

Lilith's words yet echo in my ears... “Deny not thy destiny. Thy life was molded by my hand.”


Arya became a red mage to gain control over her fate, and I'll be damned if we abandon her to this one!


But first things first: we must expend every effort towards finding the place where the voidsent has taken our colleague. The ritual preparations will not take forever...