- Deryk is awaiting word from Krile.
- Outside Revenant's Toll, Deryk informs you that Krile and G'raha Tia are still busy compiling the findings of your investigation of the phantom realm. While awaiting developments, he suggests paying a visit to Snoegeim in the Omphalos, and together you set off.
- Snoegeim reveals that, while the Twelve have not appeared since your crew was last gathered, each of them apparently desires to speak with you in private; if you were to call to them before the entrances to their respective heavens, chances are they will answer. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you begin taking yourself around the Omphalos.
- Having spoken with the Twelve to your satisfaction, you join the wait for Krile and G'raha Tia. When they eventually arrive, they share their finding that the deities expended a tremendous amount of aether in the course of battle. Before engaging them further, it is decided that you will seek out the watcher on the moon, who is believed to be the thirteenth unnamed being mentioned by the monument, in order to learn more about their objective. With your course decided, you promptly set off for the Watcher's Palace in Mare Lamentorum.
- Having confirmed that he is indeed the unnamed being, the watcher proceeds to explain the nature of the Twelve. Like him, they are entities created by Hydaelyn, charged with watching over the world after reality was sundered. And though he is unable to disclose the truth of their desire, he gives his guarantee that it will not visit harm upon mankind. Thus reassured, you and your companions decide to return to the Omphalos to continue engaging the gods.
- No sooner do you arrive in the Omphalos than Llymlaen and Thaliak appear before you. When G'raha Tia expresses to them his concern that doing battle dilutes their being, it is Deryk who answers─thereby revealing himself to be Oschon. The Wanderer promises that the truth will be revealed in the innermost part of their realm, before he and his brethren take their leave in anticipation of your coming.
- While saddened by the revelation of Deryk's true identity, you and your companions are determined to do the best you can by the Twelve. As before, the task of confronting the gods in their sanctums falls to you, and you turn to see to your preparations.
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- Fighting your way through breathtaking realms of water and wind, you strike down the three gods in succession before coming face-to-face with the Twelve's combined form. This mighty being, too, must fall by your hand if you are to grant the gods their hearts' desire.
- At the end of a furious struggle, you succeed in overcoming your foe, and are joined by your companions just as the Twelve reveal the true nature of their desire: to give themselves unto the star as a blessing. While this means they must fade from existence, their stabilizing influence shall endure in the form of the instrument of blessing, a great contraption which they created to receive of mortal hopes in their stead. So it is that, one by one, the gods bid you farewell and disappear amidst blinding light─all except for Oschon who reappears before you as Deryk.
- Like everyone, Krile is surprised that Deryk is standing there. While she is curious as to what happened, above all else, she is overjoyed for a friend returned.
Oh, Forename. 'Tis good of you to come, but I'm afraid there is still no word from Krile and G'raha Tia.
They're working as fast as they can to compile the findings of our investigation, I shouldn't doubt.
But between the phantom realm's aetheric data and the monument's epigraph, they have much and more to review.
Now, while awaiting developments, I had a mind to pay Snoegeim a visit in the Omphalos.
If you aren't otherwise occupied, you should come too. |
Snoegeim has become something of a fixture here. So focused is she on her work, she often neglects taking sustenance. I pray her health doesn't suffer...
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Oh, if it isn't Forename and Deryk!
But no Krile or Raha, I see...
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Unfortunately. Speaking of whom, would you not prefer to be with them in Sharlayan? You're a researcher too, after all.
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I find myself much more effective in the field. Being here gives me inspiration, you see, and of late I've been mulling over the opening words of the epigraph.
"As beings who endure by the will of the star, we are susceptible to the influence of hopes and prayers. Thus do we commit our yokes herein, lest we stray from our purpose."
The suggestion that faith has shaped the nature of the Twelve paints a truly intriguing picture!
If truth be told, I was also hoping that I might speak with the gods again...
But they haven't graced us since the time we solved the mystery of the monument. They only do so on exceptional occasions, it seems.
Be that as it may, I believe there might be another way to see them.
When we journeyed with the gods, Azeyma told me that each of them wished to speak with you in private. You, Forename!
If you were to call them before their heavens, I have a feeling they will answer!
So...won't you give it a try? And afterwards, let us know what they said? |
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I for one see no harm in it.
But if you are disinclined, then do not feel pressured. It is entirely your decision.
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System
You now have the opportunity to speak with those of the Twelve whom you have encountered thus far. To do so, call to them before the entrances to their respective heavens.
You may advance the quest at any time by speaking with Deryk in the Omphalos.
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Ah, Forename, pleased am I that you should seek me out. As your patron, I had wished to speak with you.
It does me well to see that you have been dedicating yourself to crafting. In my capacity as the Builder, I watch your progress upon this path with keenest interest.
Have you been dedicating yourself to crafting, I wonder. In my capacity as the Builder, I watch your progress upon this path with keenest interest.
The act of crafting embodies the spirit of improvement and advancement.
'Tis my hope that you will strive ever forward, and seize that which you most desire with your own hands. |
Well, well, if it isn't the dauntless Forename. Full glad am I that you would thus call to me , your patron .
When you and yours investigated the origins of the Fist of Rhalgr, you posited some interesting theories.
The connection between myself and the sylphs' divinity, in particular. You did well to draw that conclusion.
Your inquiring minds have taken you far, child of man, and they will take you further still! |
Ah, Forename, my dearest devotee ! At last you've come!
Hehe, I was right to entrust your zealous scholar companion with the message. Ever since our first meeting, I knew that I simply must see you again.
There is something familiar about you. You awaken forgotten feelings in me─feelings that once smoldered like embers amidst the ashes.
Perhaps you resemble someone I knew long ago. Yet whatever the reason, your presence gives me comfort and warmth. May your light ever burn bright! |
Forename. To you who have given us your faith, we bid welcome.
Forename, we bid you welcome.
Know that though we appear to be two beings─a dual-aspected divinity─'twas not always so.
Man's hopes harbor power, and 'twas his faith, offered over millennia, that shaped us into our present form.
In answer to your faith, we, the Traders, shall watch over mankind as he strives for that which he desires.
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Why, if it isn't my faithful Forename! You wish to speak, do you?
Tell me, have you ever met an elemental?
Many hold that they were born of me, and as I mentioned, they are the voice of those who abide in the Twelveswood.
At times, they may seem excessive in their actions, but it is out of an abundance of love. So pray be good to them, and heed their warnings! |
Forename, is it? I must say, there is something to be said for being summoned by a mortal , and one of your own besides .
The life of man is but a drop in the great river of time. Thus are you and yours wont to rush ahead, not wasting a single moment.
Be that as it may, certain sights will only come into view if one stops to look. So be not afraid to pass the time in ways which, at first, may not seem fruitful.
Should you dare to do so, you may well be visited by an eye-opening experience. Such is the richness of time.
This lesson, I learned in another life from an unexpected visitor.
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Well now, if it isn't my dear adherent Forename. How good of you to call to me.
I'm sorry if I gave you a shock by joining my brother in battle, but I couldn't help myself. We've always done everything together, he and I.
Ah, such a joy it was to face you and yours. You displayed the selfsame determination that allowed you to defy fate, and it was one surprise after another.
Hm, I can't help but feel as though I spoke similar words long ago. Who was it to, I wonder... |
How bold you are to summon me, Forename. 'Tis no less than I expect from one of mine.
How bold you are to summon me, Forename. 'Tis no less than I expect from you.
In recognition of your valor and deeds, I offer a word of counsel.
Well do I know the power of men's hopes─of mortal faith. And there is no faith that I reject.
Yet in every age, there are those who invoke the name of the divine for their own ends. Be not misled by them.
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Oh, Forename, what a delightful surprise! You wished to see me, did you? Your beautiful and benevolent patron?
I'm truly grateful that we can talk like this.
As you know, I'm the goddess of love. Yet that obviously doesn't mean I have a monopoly on love. For instance, my brethren love mankind with all their hearts, just like me.
And whether or not Oschon is my beloved as mortals believe, I have more than enough room in my heart for everyone. Be it men or gods, I love you all alike!
And needless to say I love my adorable Dalamud too, whom you and yours gifted to me! |
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Spoken to your satisfaction, have you? Then let us await Krile and G'raha Tia together.
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Wait with Deryk?
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2) No
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Hmmm... Still no sign of them...
Ah, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
As an adventurer, you are better traveled than most. Of the places you have seen, what kind do you like best? |
What will you say?
1) Bustling hubs brimming with activity.
2) Natural environs unspoiled by man.
3) Faraway lands where new encounters await.
4) Quiet places where I can enjoy solitude.
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Ah yes, I can see the appeal in that. Though I travel alone, I quite enjoy listening to the sounds of life in the cities and towns I visit.
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So you too enjoy being amidst nature... It gladdens me to know that we have that in common.
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Ah yes, I can imagine you being given to such. The thrill of visiting unknown places is something I can understand.
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Is that so... Well do I understand it─the desire to have a place all your own, where you might be with your own thoughts.
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I myself am partial to wandering Eorzea. So rich in aether, this land, and possessed of so many aspects...
'Twas when I was traveling through the Twelveswood that I encountered this fellow. I knew not how he came to be injured and alone, but I couldn't turn a blind eye.
He has long since recovered, and I probably should have returned him to his forest home.
But when I see him here, undaunted in the presence of gods, I can't help but feel 'twas fate that delivered him to me.
Still, the day will come when we must go our separate ways... |
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They're finally here, everyone!
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Welcome back. How fared your work?
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It took longer than we anticipated, but we managed to compile our findings, and thence deliberated a course of action.
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Indeed. Hereon, we would do well to tread with caution.
The waveforms we recorded with the aetheric analyzer revealed an unsettling occurrence.
In the course of fighting us, the gods expended a tremendous amount of their aether. So much so as to dilute their very essence. |
Lest you worry, you've done no wrong, Forename. The gods themselves wished to fight, after all.
That being said, we should avoid engaging in further battle until we learn more about their true objective.
To that end, we will seek out the thirteenth unnamed being, whose duty is to watch unflinching.
If Raha is correct, and we have no reason to believe otherwise, said being is the watcher on the moon.
You'll be pleased to know I've already acquired permission to use the Tower of Babil from the Ilsabard contingent, who oversee the structure with the Garlean people's leave. |
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We...we're really going, then? To the moon? Huzzah!
Hehe, I wonder what the watcher is like! If there are no other matters, then let us set forth at once!
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If you still wish to speak with the gods, best to seek them out now. They may not be there later.
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Greetings, Hydaelyn's champion. You are ever welcome here, as are your companions.
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'Tis a pleasure to meet you, watcher. We come hoping that you would answer some questions for us─questions about Hydaelyn.
We have deciphered the monument at the heart of the phantom realm. In addition to the names and duties of the Twelve, it speaks of one who is unnamed, who shall watch unflinching.
Are we correct in assuming that that individual is you?
The Twelve have existed for eras. If you know aught about them, will you not share your knowledge with us?
They have a desire which they claim can only be fulfilled through battle with mankind. We wish to understand what that is. |
So man has managed to come this far...
Very well. You have earned the right to know.
Remember, however, that I am but a creation. Though I have been imbued with some memories of the past, they are far from complete. |
First of all, I am indeed the unnamed being the monument describes.
An entity created by Hydaelyn to serve a purpose, alongside the Twelve.
Together, they were charged with preserving equilibrium on a sundered and unstable star.
Like myself, they were given shape from people who once existed.
And like myself, they believed that the world should be entrusted to the new life that had emerged.
While I do not possess detailed memories of that time, Venat selected those she deemed best suited to their respective duties. |
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That would explain why the Twelve appear to have personalities like mortals...
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The men and women they once were influenced their personalities, yes, but so too did the faith of mortals.
Knowingly or no, when men pray, they will the object of their worship to assume a form that can better grant them their heart's desire.
In this manner have the Twelve been shaped over eons into images that fit men's ideals. |
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So you were right, Raha. Hopes and prayers have the power to influence the gods.
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Yet even as they thus changed, at Venat's behest, they would have refrained from intervening in mortal affairs.
As a result, there will have been times when they acted in ways that are contrary to your expectations.
But now that Hydaelyn is no more and the Final Days averted, the Twelve have arrived at a decision regarding their fate all their own.
'Tis not for me to reveal the truth of their desire. I can, however, guarantee that it will not visit harm upon mankind. Nay, far from it. |
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Well, I for one never felt that the gods meant us ill. To have your guarantee as well, we couldn't possibly doubt them anymore!
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It is most assuring to confirm the connection between you and the Twelve.
With this, we may proceed in our quest with easier hearts.
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Thank you for sharing your knowledge with us. We shall return to the Omphalos and continue engaging with your brethren.
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That is well. As I watch on, I shall pray that the tale comes to a happy conclusion for gods and men alike.
May your journey be fulfilling...
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Something's amiss. The gods' avatars are nowhere to be seen...
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That's because our preparations are complete!
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Ahhh, I've waited so bloody long for this moment!
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Tsk-tsk, Llymlaen. Are such uncouth words the first you would speak unto our guests?
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Oh, leave off, Thaliak! You can't tell me you're not as excited as I am!
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I would be the first to admit my joy, but on such a momentous occasion, I would act with due propriety.
Well met, children of man. 'Tis our understanding that you have spoken with the watcher and ascertained our true nature.
Indeed, we were created by Hydaelyn to tend the star.
Having built the Omphalos at its heart, and our sanctums throughout aether-rich Eorzea, we labored to preserve the balance of reality. |
All of this we have learned, but there is still one thing we do not understand.
Our analysis of the phantom realm revealed that you and yours dilute your very selves by fighting us.
Would this not impede your ability to carry out your duties? |
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We appreciate your concern, but you needn't worry.
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What will you say
1) What's going on?
2) I knew it—you were him all along.
3) So... the baby opo-opo was Oschon all along?
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I haven't been honest with you, and for that I apologize.
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Likewise, I knew that you harbored suspicion as to my true identity.
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Loath though I am to disappoint, it isn't the little fellow.
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While my brethren used various creatures as their avatars, I chose the form of a man, the better to share in your solitude.
And it fell to me...
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...The Wanderer, to beckon unto the Omphalos they who could grant our wish.
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Wh-What? How could you hide such a thing from us!?
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Had you known my true identity and our purpose, we feared that you would refuse to fight us.
But our fears were unfounded. You've heeded our request and, despite the hardships, endeavored to grant it.
Forgive me, Forename, but I must leave the little fellow in your care.
In the innermost part of our realm, we shall reveal the truth in its entirety.
As your patron deity, ever have I watched over you. And now I await your coming with bated breath. |
I know the ones who are mine, and I know you, too, Forename. Gird your loins and have at us!
This is our grandest moment, mortal. Gird your loins and have at us!
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As your patron deity, I shall receive you with my all. Be as a raging torrent, child of man.
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In his wanderings, I can't help but wonder what Deryk thought and felt...
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I don't blame Deryk for hiding the truth. 'Tis no easy thing to say that you're actually a god
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So Deryk is the Wanderer, the deity who shares in men's solitude...
And in order to beckon us to the phantom realm, he posed as an explorer and solicited the aid of the Sons of Saint Coinach.
In spite of this, I do not feel as though I've been deceived, nor do I harbor any resentment. Rather, I simply feel sad. |
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I understand. 'Tis as if a dear friend were suddenly spirited far away...
In hindsight, perhaps it was in expectation of the coming battle that he had kept men at arm's length.
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I imagine it must be even harder for you...
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But to know that one of the Twelve walked among us... It makes me want to do the best we can by them.
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Aye. Since time immemorial, the Twelve have watched over all who abide on this star.
And even as they fulfilled their purpose of maintaining stability, as beings possessed of sentience, they also heeded the hearts of men.
So let us likewise heed their hearts, and do our utmost to grant them their desire. |
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Then I believe we all know what comes next.
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By all indications, this will be the final foray into the gods' sanctum. This task, we entrust to you and your adventurer friends once more, Forename.
As there's no telling what may happen afterwards, I shall remain on guard here.
Twice now you have triumphed, and I have faith that you will do so yet again. Go well, Forename! |
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For the coming foray, you should face Thaliak in the Heaven of Water, and Llymlaen and Oschon in the Heaven of Wind.
While Nymeia would also abide in the former, I believe she has already fulfilled her part. Which means an easier time for you...or so I hope!
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Though we're assured that fulfilling the gods' desire won't visit harm upon the star, I cannot help but worry what may come to pass. We must be prepared.
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Worry not, I shall hold the fort here. Pray focus on the battles ahead.
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Forename, are you all right!?
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Thanks for clearing the way, Forename. That being, I presume, is the Twelve...?
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You have done well, children of man. As promised, we shall reveal the truth in its entirety.
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Our desire is simply thus: to give ourselves unto the star as a blessing.
In the twelve millennia we have existed, we have come to harbor tremendous power through prayers.
Through battle, our essence shall unravel and return to the star, where it might give rise to new life. Such is our final gift to you. |
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You mean you'll disappear!?
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Yes. The fragments of our former souls which serve as the core of our existence shall rejoin the Lifestream.
Yet though we may fade from sight, our individuality lost, our stabilizing influence shall endure.
The only thing to change is where your prayers find their way. Henceforth, it shall be this, the instrument of blessing, that receives of mortal hopes─hopes that shall be given back to the star. |
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But your presence brings comfort to mankind. Everyone would wish for you to remain. Must you truly fade away?
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Such gladdening things you say, child. We must confess, what we do, we also do for ourselves.
When mankind overcame the Final Days, it so moved us that even we who are but constructs knew the greatest joy.
You have shown your unfaltering love for the world. In return, we would show our undying love for you.
Worry not. Myths are wont to be woven and passed down.
So long as men hold the Twelve in fondness, we shall live on in your faith in us. |
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Wh-When you say such things... <sob>
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The moment of parting is come. By our blessing, may you march towards a brighter future.
Farewell, beloved children.
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When you are ready, brothers and sisters.
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May the font of your ingenuity ever flow.
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Yours is the strength to destroy all obstacles.
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Abide in virtue, and hold fast to the truth.
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There is meaning in your deeds. Celebrate life and embrace death.
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May you flourish, and reap a bountiful harvest.
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In your limited time, have boundless compassion.
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Carry yourself with honor and forge on, towards victory.
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Harbor love in your heart─for yourself, for others, and for the world.
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From past to future the river of knowledge flows. Be part of its nourishing waters.
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May a wonderful new world greet you beyond destiny's horizon.
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Be calm as the ocean, and you shall weather any storm.
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As the wind blows unfettered, may you be free to follow your heart.
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You needn't agonize so, Oschon.
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Remain with them if that be your desire.
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But...this is what we've dreamed of. To return to the star together.
I just... I never imagined that I would grow so fond of them. That parting would be so hard...
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Long as we have abided in patience to rejoin the Lifestream...
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For the drop in the river of time that is man's fleeting life...
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Why not share your fate with them?
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Follow your heart, as you ever have.
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And when the time comes, we shall meet again.
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I've...decided to continue journeying a while longer.
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He's back! He's really back! <sniff>
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That I'm still here... I can scarce believe it myself.
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It cannot have been easy for Deryk to break with his decision. I should like to hear what went through his mind.
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Words can't well express my surprise when I opened my eyes to see Deryk standing there.
I'm naturally curious as to what happened, but above all, I rejoice for a dear friend returned.
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I expect Deryk has a few words to say. Let us lend him an ear.
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Closest Aetheryte: Revenant's Toll
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