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Tipping the Scale


«A Boy's Errand

The Satrap of Radz-at-Han»

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Here you are─a sack of the purest giantsgall. We always set some aside for our alchemist friends.
When you deliver it, let the good folk of the Great Work know that we're grateful for their efforts. If they need more, they need but ask.
Quest Accepted
Payment? You needn't worry─the satrap will see us compensated. But even if he did not, we wouldn't hesitate to provide what we can. We're in this fight together, after all.


Ah, welcome back, Forename. Dare I hope you have the giantsgall?
Oh my, such fine specimens! Thank you so much for bringing these!

We now have everything we need to make our next prototype─one that should be capable of passing our most rigorous tests.


When it is ready, it will be time for the true test, so please take your ease while you can!
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Nothing unusual so far. Don't worry about us─think only of your own task.
The warding scale doth promise to alter the course of conflict. Yet even as it giveth us cause to rejoice, we must needs brace ourselves for the Telophoroi's response.
What of that boy... Varshahn, was it?

Running this and that errand for the satrap, you say...

...Hm? Why do I ask? 'Tis nothing. Curiosity.


Trade with foreign lands is all but dead, but there's still local demand for giantsgall. Our quarry should be able to hold out for a while.
The satrap has granted you the use of this boat. May it serve you well!
This is a rather finer boat than I had expected, but I won't complain.

All that remains is to board and be on our way. Oh, and if I should become corrupted, do not stay your hand. Of course I pray it does not come to that, but you must protect yourself.


Other alchemists can fulfill my role, but you and your blessing are one of a kind...and perhaps our only hope for toppling this tower. For all our sakes, do not hesitate to do what must be done. Whatever that may be.


...Well, the longer I draw this out, the more nervous I become. Let's be off!
Head to the Tower of Zot with Nidhana?
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We should soon cross the threshold of the tower's influence...

Any moment now...


It's working!


And you─you are still yourself? Then I'd like to see how it fares closer to the tower, if we could.


So far, so good. The scale's protection appears to be holding. If we can just make it to the tower's entrance...

A few more steps!


Praise be to the Sisters! We made it! And the scale has proven itself to be everything we hoped it would be.


Now we can focus on production. Once we've equipped and returned with an entire survey team, this menace will soon give up its secrets!


What─!?


Aaah!
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Let me go! ...Let me go! Rrrgh!
Oh, do calm down. You'll only hurt yourself thrashing about like that.
Stop! You can't do this! Please!
A little late for heroics, I'm afraid.

Hmm...the similarities are striking.


My, my, such hostility. Never before has my artistry so displeased.


My patrons of old would've positively squealed in delight! Though, between you and me, I find gushing praise exhausting.
What will you say?
Patrons of old? What are you talking about?
Allow me to tell you a story. Surely you've yet to hear the one about Fandaniel, the sundered Ascian.
I inherited the position─and the soul─of the Fandaniel who sat on the Convocation in the time of the Final Days. Theoretically speaking.

Practically speaking, that fact is of no consequence! I was born and lived as...well. Me.


Eventually I was recruited into the Ascians and imbued with the former Fandaniel's knowledge and memories, but I never felt that they were truly a part of who I am.


How to explain? Perhaps if I told you who I was before my Ascian embrace. Although that chapter, too, is a past I've long since discarded.


I have it on good authority you've poked your nose into an Allagan ruin or two, yes?


Then I expect you've heard of me. The old me.


Amon, at your service.
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Amon's memories of Allag begin
(- Fandaniel -)
Imagine a nation of unbridled prosperity.

Every need, met; day after day of unbroken, unshakable peace.


Existence, fulfilled.


And ripe for decay.
You are a genius without peer, Amon. How ever do you conceive of such delightful experiments?

That fool was beside himself with panic when he awoke with the head of a bull! Even his cries for help emerged as so much guttural lowing!


Oh, the memory of it... Haha, my poor sides! My friends and I were so consumed by laughter we struggled to breathe!
(- Fandaniel -)
No more than entertainment for bored wastrels ignorant of its worth. My all-consuming work...

But it was not their only indulgence.


For they were ever hungry for stimulation. Slaves to the slightest hint that amusement was afoot.


Our nation was ailing...but I would see the poison purged.


I resurrected a legend─our first and greatest emperor.


And just as I had planned, he set our wayward empire back on the path of conquest.


An inexhaustible ambition carried us onwards, always onwards.


Yet he who delivered to us such glory was not to be satisfied.
Heed me, Amon.

No matter how vast one's empire, or full one's treasure vault, all is rendered meaningless by death.


In the end, all is lost...
You know as well as I that the emperor stands to lose this war. And so I have come to claim you.

For while your methods leave something to be desired, we cannot deny the results of your work.


And as fortune would have it, the seat of Fandaniel─your rightful seat─lies vacant and waiting. Take your place amongst your peers, rather than die a pointless death amidst the ashes of your doomed nation.


Send one of your clones to the Crystal Tower that you might see for yourself.


See what lies ahead...
(- Fandaniel -)
The fall of the empire affirmed the truth. Majestic and tragic...as the emperor foresaw.

Scheme as you like, build as you will. Nothing endures.


What is life, but a brief jaunt ending in emptiness?
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So easily distracted! Why, I almost left without saying farewell.

As for your friend, you needn't worry─these pawns are far more useful to me alive as fuel for the primals.


Ah ah ah! If you attempt to pull them free, they will die, so─enjoy tackling that conundrum with your comrades!


We shall meet again! Not in one of these minor spires, oh no, but somewhere more suitably grandiose. Your favorite playmate is ever so eager to see you.
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Ah, you are returned! But...where is Mistress Nidhana?

Manusya preserve... Just when we had succeeded in making the talisman...


I-I must report this at once! Meanwhile, please return to the Great Work!


Thy demeanor bespeaketh consternation, Forename...
Hm... Bad tidings, I take it.
...Something's gone awry, hasn't it? What happened?

So it was Fandaniel after all... Damn that bastard!


I'm sure you wanted to do more...but you were right to return here first.


We must tread warily lest we endanger Nidhana and the other captives.
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