Unto the Heavens

Mainquest1 Icon.png Lv. 89   Unto the Heavens

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Ojika Tsunjika: Old Sharlayan (Zone) - Archons' Design - The Baldesion Annex (x:9.2, y:11.3)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Old Sharlayan (Zone) → The Baldesion Annex

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Spacer2.png Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs) (Level 89)

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Ojika Tsunjika is ready to send you off with a smile.
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071201.png89A §trαnge New WorldMainquest1 Icon.png A §trαnge New World (Level 89)
071341.png89A Hunt for the AgesFeaturequest1 Icon.png A Hunt for the Ages (Level 89)

  • Ojika Tsunjika is ready to send you off with a smile.
  • The time is come at last for you and the Scions to embark on your mission to Ultima Thule. After offering you a few words of wisdom, Ojika Tsunjika bids you farewell as you make for Thaumazein.
  • With all gathered at Thaumazein, Fourchenault unveils the Ragnarok, which will bear you and the other Scions unto Ultima Thule. The gathering is interrupted by the arrival of Sicard, who has brought with him representatives of the world's myriad beast tribes. The reason for their presence, as Livingway explains, is to use the power of primal summoning to convert the Mothercrystal's energy into a form that can be transported to the ship's engines─for contrary to common belief, it is in fact possible to summon deiform beings without risk of being tempered. In light of this revelation, all present are willing to go along with the plan, and so the beastmen take their leave to prepare for the ritual.
As the beastmen contingent departs, Wilfsunn steps forward to offer you and the Scions teleportation devices he created for your mission. Designed to be used in tandem, they will teleport the Scions back to the ship in the event of an emergency. With no other matters left undone, Livingway boards the ship, and Fourchenault bids you do the same.
  • The Ragnarok trembles as its various components whir to life. With a boisterous command, the thrusters are engaged and the ship takes off into the great expanse.
  • It does not take long to arrive at Ultima Thule, but no sooner do you enter her domain than Meteion manifests on the ship's bridge. A battle of words ensues, but is cut short when Meteion brings her power to bear, suffocating you and the Scions effortlessly. You fall to your knees, gasping for air. The last thing you see is Thancred charging at Meteion before the world fades to black.
You awake seemingly none the worse for wear, but with one less of your number than before─Thancred is nowhere to be seen. Thinking that he may have pursued Meteion, you and the others make ready to disembark.
  • Atmospheric readings show Ultima Thule is capable of sustaining life, though the strange and unnerving surrounds give very much the opposite impression. Nevertheless, the hunt for Meteion can now begin in earnest. But first, you must discover the whereabouts of Thancred.

I suppose this is where we part ways. For now, at least.

Would that I had sage words of wisdom to share ere you depart... Mayhap the teachings of Galuf Baldesion will suffice?

"Surrender not to anger or hatred," he said. "Look beyond them, and there find true strength."

What one sees beyond is open to interpretation, I think, but for me, it would be the things I cherish most in life. Things I believe are worth fighting for.

Something to consider as you venture unto the sea of stars.
Quest Accepted
The others are already off to Thaumazein. Best not keep them waiting, eh?

If Chronicles of a New Era - Omega is complete.
Kweh! Kweh, kweh!
Alpha appears to be trying to cheer you on.

If Chronicles of a New Era - Omega is complete.
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The miniature model of Omega appears to be staring intently at the ark.
It's troubling enough that that brute Sicard left without warning, leaving me to carry all those cumbersome containers, but that he failed to be present to send you off is absurd. What could possibly be more deserving of his attention at a time like this?
Man is said to fear what he does not know, yet you would venture unto the greatest of unknowns.

I say to you, son of man, that you need not fear. So long as man shares a bond with dragonkind, so too does he share our kinship with the heavens, and our ancient home amidst the stars infinite.

I pray you go forth, and prove this bond of ours, tempered and tested, shall endure unbroken for a thousand thousand years.
First the great exodus, and now this...it seems there's no end to our work.

In truth, more than a few gleaners were distressed to learn that their earlier efforts were for nothing. It was no easy task convincing them that the new plan was for the best, I can tell you that.

I can't tell you every man believes this is the wisest course, but I can say that all will be forgiven if you deliver us from the coming doom. And if you don't, well, at least you won't get the earful I certainly will.
Mistress Krile tells me your investigation into my theories on akasa─and its relation to the Final Days─has made clear the source of our woes.

I am elated to know my work was of some benefit, but I could not have shared it had you not rescued me from the tower that day.

I yet owe you a great debt, one I may never fully repay. But I shall try nonetheless!

Not only through my research, but through my desire to see you succeed, which I believe may influence the akasa in our favor, small though the effect may be. Yes, so long as we have hope, there is a chance we may influence the outcome of this calamity.
Moenbryda has been on my mind more often of late. How different her life might have been if not for our research into teleportation magicks. Perhaps she would never have gained an interest in aetherological studies...

But to abandon our work out of misplaced guilt for who she could have been would be a disservice to the memory of who she was.

Nay, it was because of her that we found the resolve to carry on. And now we stand at the edge of a new frontier, with a ship ready to bear you unto the distant stars and beyond. This ark is as much her accomplishment as it is ours. I regret nothing.
We were quite fortunate the Loporrits' hyperhopper was based on principles similar to those of aetherology. Integrating it with the ark's existing systems might well have been impossible otherwise.

We may have Sharlayan's wealth of knowledge at our disposal, but theirs is technology far beyond anything we have ever studied.

You are familiar with teleportation magicks, yes? The momentary conversion of the body into aether that it may travel via the Lifestream from one physical point to another.

Their hyperhopper enables transport through a similar method─but not one involving the Lifestream. Rather, it utilizes highly condensed aether to create an aetherial current of its own!

This current is exponentially faster and more powerful than the naturally occurring ones to which we are accustomed. So much so, in fact, that aetherial conversion of the physical form is not a prerequisite for traversal.

If you are concerned about side effects, such as aetherial sickness, you needn't be. You should emerge at your destination hale and whole...in theory. At the very least, I can assure you it is safer than the experimental aetherytes you used to reach Radz–at–Han.
It is no easy thing to say "leave the star to us." But we must, and we will. As proud members of the Scions, we have a duty to uphold.

And we needn't do so alone. Those dark days when we were driven from the Rising Stones and hunted as traitors are a thing of the past. We have allies in abundance now.

Which is to say, you needn't worry about us. Go forth in the knowledge that the Scions will labor without rest in your absence.
Though our fellow Scions couldn't be here, they wanted me to tell you that, no matter what calamity may befall us, they will never give up, and neither should you.
No matter how far you may go, we will be with you in spirit. No matter how dark it may seem, your light will shine and endure.

The ark is missing one last─but very crucial─component before we are ready to take off. It should be arriving shortly.
I'll send word to the Alliance leaders the very moment the ship takes off. Obviously they couldn't be here, but I'm sure they'll be cheering for you every step of the way.
For so many to see us off like this seems wholly unnecessary. Still...I'll not begrudge them for wishing us well.
Quite the turnout, wouldn't you say? Then again, who wouldn't want to be present for a once-in-a-lifetime event?
That even Wilfsunn and Bloewyda should be in attendance is most unexpected, but I am nonetheless heartened by their presence.
This is the pinnacle of aetherochemistry. A synthesis of modern innovation and the ancient wisdom of Allag. The ark's engine appears to be capable of processing condensed aether in quantities I never thought possible.
They said work on the ark is finished, but you certainly wouldn't know by looking at it.
Let us hear what Father has to say.
So this is the ship that will bear us unto Ultima Thule...
I wasn't expecting quite so many people to be seeing us off.

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All present and accounted for? Good.
As you will have heard, the ark is ready. All that remains is to board and be on your way.
I've seen my fair share of tight schedules, but this was bloody murder...

But we did it. We finished the ship.

It's safe, fit for purpose, and looks good to boot. Aye, it's a Garlond through and through.
I really don't know what we'd do without you. Thank you for everything.

Don't mention it. Ever since that episode with Omega, I've been toying with the idea of star-faring vessels.
And as they say, necessity is the mother of invention. We've learned a lot, let me tell you.

Well, the work was hard, but we've learned a lot from it. After all, it's not every day you get tasked with building a star-faring vessel.

In case you're wondering about payment, the ongoing existence of the world ought to do. But feel free to throw in a colorful recounting of your journey on your return.
So, have you thought of a name?
A name? Wasn't everyone just calling it Father's "teeny-tiny toy boat"?
Well, seeing as its purpose has changed, I thought a more eloquent name was in order. I suggested as much to Fourchenault, who seemed quite amenable to the idea.
As you know, this vessel is the culmination of heretofore unprecedented collaboration.

And though said collaboration is owed to the Scions, there is another whose noble deeds made our work possible.

From a fragment of Dalamud, we obtained not only advanced materials such as refined adamantite, but the knowledge to traverse the stars.

And this fragment would not have found its way to us had the Archon Louisoix not fought to protect this world─and in so doing laid down his life.

Now that the vessel stands complete, I cannot help but wonder if it was more than mere happenstance...

If it was my father's intention to guide us here.

In the hopes that his guidance will see you all safely home, I name the vessel after that selfsame fragment of Dalamud he delivered unto us.

The starship Ragnarok.
Sorry for the wait! I got everyone you asked for, and not a one less.
What are you all doing here?
Oh, I invited them. The representatives of those tribes with religious inclinations.

You've done a fine job of readying the Ragnarok, but for it to take flight, we'll of course need the power of the Mothercrystal.

Given its immense size, however, transporting it would be an absolute logistical nightmare. Not to mention we'd need to shatter it into tiny shards for feeding to the engines.

But a brilliant idea came to me: we convert the crystal's energy into forms that can transport themselves!
Thou wouldst employ summoning...or should I say its precursor─creation magicks.
Care to explain for our benefit?
As you may have witnessed at Bestways Burrow, the Loporrits are capable of creation magicks, which they use to shape the moon's environment.
Yet simple though they make it seem, 'tis a highly advanced and exacting art. To perform it correctly requireth that the wielder holdeth the object in his mind's eye in clearest detail.
Hence the ancients' meticulous management of concepts.
Drawing upon this art, the Ascians conceived of summoning as we know it.
A derivative that replaceth the complexity of concepts with the simplicity of zealotry to make manifest a creation.
I see... By combining the Loporrits' magicks and the tribes' faith, we convert the Mothercrystal into primals of purer form and greater obedience.
Summoning as it was intended, one might say.
Indeed, indeed!

While Hydaelyn gave us the ability to use creation magicks, She forbade us from using it to make anything possessed of a soul─or similar.

She didn't say anything about fulfilling the desires of others, though. So! Borrowing our friends' faith, we'll create deities using the Mothercrystal's power, and send them to the Ragnarok!
Am I the only one here concerned about the risk of being turned into a tempered minion?
Oh, right, I was getting to that... From what I've read in Sharlayan tomes, it appears the Ascians incorporated an additional nasty element into their summoning method: the fervent desire to assimilate others into one's belief.

Beings thus created are instilled with the selfsame desire, and use their powers to enthrall people─starting with the summoner.

In contrast, our creation magicks─the original and the best, accept no substitutes─don't incorporate any of that rubbish, so there's no risk of tempering. I mean, if the being was on the scale of Zodiark, you might feel a little "tug"...but I think we'll be safe enough.
Truth be told, I do not understand the intricacies of this plan. But none of us would ever turn our backs on you.

When the avatars of our faith ran amok, you intervened without decrying we who birthed them.

Where others vilified and suppressed us, you offered understanding and friendship.

In gratitude, we will share with you the true expressions of our gods─not malevolent deities, but benevolent saviors!
All right, you lot, we're headin' to the aetherial sea. Stay in sight else you're liable to get lost.
Lead the way!
May we have a moment?
In anticipation of the day man might journey to the stars, we developed these.
Portable teleportation devices. One for each of you, designed to work in tandem.

Press the button on one, and in a matter of moments all eight will activate and send their owners back to the Ragnarok.

There is no telling what hazards you may encounter. If you find yourselves separated or lost, please do not hesitate to use them.

Be safe, all of you. And come back.
You as well. I pray you take care.
Looks like everything is in order, so I'll go ahead and board.
A few of my fellows will remain to assist with the summonings, but rest assured the vessel won't want for competent crewing.
If you are ready, then you should board as well. Go...and godsspeed.
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So that was the covert operation Sicard was assigned? Hmph! No doubt he thinks we were all impressed by the way he barged in here, beastmen in tow, hero of the hour.
He leaves me with no choice but to give you the most spectacular of farewells. Yes, a display of such jubilance my arms may very well fall to pieces.
Ameliance will not be joining us, I'm afraid. She could not bear to watch our children embark on so perilous a mission.

Make no mistake─I feel the same. I cannot tell you how many times I had to step away from my duties, so distracted by thoughts of all the ways it could go wrong...

Even now a part of me wants to drag them away and forbid─ ...Well. Not that they would listen. So I will see them off with pride in my heart and a prayer on my lips.

For my children, and for this star they love so dearly, you must prevail.
The Ragnarok is a collaborative effort in every sense.
The culmination of knowledge from the world's greatest minds, both past and present. Without question the greatest ship ever built.
I'll have to remember to thank Tataru for her timely provisions of food and drink. Poor Wedge would've long since given up from exhaustion otherwise.
But now the rest is up to you. Come back safe, all right?
You haven't forgotten anything, have you? No repairs or commissions? A delivery from retainers, perhaps? ...No?
Well! If there's nothing else, have a safe journey!
The world cannot end now, not when we've but scratched the surface of the Loporrits' technological know-how.
So run along now, and do what it is you vaunted heroes do best. The world shall tremble before my genius soon enough, assuming you're able to prevent its destruction, that is.

I'd rather not spend any longer mulling over strategy.
None of us are strangers to despair. If that is the source of her power, we are ready for it.
I am most grateful Wilfsunn and Bloewyda have devised a contingency should the need to flee arise, though I pray it shall not.
We must needs strive for victory to the last, that Etheirys and her people survive, and that her champions return home. Without exception.
Primal summoning...as it was intended... I never dared to consider they could be invoked without the danger of tempering.
Change has come quickly to this star, and greater change yet awaits in the days to come. All the more reason we must not fail.
Mother, Father... Grandfather.
We will save this star and return home. I promise...
The Ragnarok... And thus does Grandfather's legacy live on.
We mustn't waste any more time. Let us board, and set out for Ultima Thule!
So, the stage is set. I can but hope we are prepared to play our parts when we arrive on Ultima Thule.

The key, I suspect, may lie with Hydaelyn's parting message to us.

"Darkness and Light. Despair and hope. As goes one, so goes the other." Knowing Meteion wields the power of despair, we must bring to bear hope in equal measure.
Venturing quite literally into the unknown, we have to be ready for anything.
As I said before, whatever awaits us there, we will survive. We must.

If you would come this way, I will direct you to the bridge.
Upon boarding the Ragnarok, several cutscenes will play in sequence.
It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to view these scenes in their entirety.
Are you prepared to board the Ragnarok?
Yes No

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Welcome to the bridge, everyone!

I hope you have everything, because I can't be bothered turning back.

Right then, make yourselves comfortable. We're setting off in just a moment.
This is Fourchenault. Can you hear me?

The preparations for the summonings are complete.

In accordance with the fourteenth phase of the plan, we have moved the Ragnarok to the launch site.

The gates are open. You may depart when ready.
So...are we ready?
As ready as we'll ever be. Let's get going.
Oh, come on! A burnt-out star's got more fire in its belly!
Try it again─with feeling!

What will you do?
Issue the command to launch. Have Alphinaud do the honors.
Me!? B-But I...
No need to be coy, Brother. Do it, and do it well!
If you all insist...

Onward─unto the distant stars and beyond!

Ragnarok, engage!
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That I must carry landwalkers into the sky... I cannot imagine a greater indignity!
Do not sulk so. For thy mighty winds exist not only to buffet and batter.

Nay, they may serve also to thrust forth with vigor. Such is thy glory...and thus it is an occasion to rejoice!

So come─let us revel!
So long as the wind blows freely, I suppose all is as it should be in creation...
I will render unto them a storm, that they may pierce the firmament and fly free!
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Still in one piece. Good.
Sleepingway, report.
All's well! Fantastic, even!
Thanks to the power of those primals, the engines are roaring and we're ripping along!
All values are also within projected ranges. Time to destination is eight carrots. Perhaps seven at a pinch.
All right, let's go over some points of caution.

Our destination, as you know, is Ultima Thule. Lest you wonder, the place is not a star so much as...a patch of emptiness.

That's the extent of what our equipment could determine, anyway.

From what we know of Meteion, she's likely used dynamis to obfuscate her location.
So in conclusion, we'll only know what's there when we get there.
The crew and I will see to it the ship's ready to take off at a moment's notice.

We'll support the search as best we can, but it'll be your paws on the ground...assuming there is any.

But everything will be fine, I'm sure. Hydaelyn believes in you, so you ought to believe in yourselves.

Just don't do anything I wouldn't. Like waiting too long to use those portable teleporters of yours.

Personally, at the slightest sign of trouble, I'd mash the button to bits─and you should as well.
Understood. We promise to be careful.
I suggest you brace yourselves. We're about to arrive, and the vessel will shake a good bit.

Hm? What is this?

Something is interfering with the equipment...
Greetings... Can you hear me...?

What will you say?
Meteion... It's her...the bringer of despair.
So this is Meteion...
Oh? Have you met one of my sisters?

I don't remember meeting you myself... But I do know that you're from Etheirys.

Why have you come? All you had to do was wait. I would've delivered to you your ends.
We didn't ask for that!
I don't understand. All life is destined to end.

Why choose to prolong your suffering?

Effort, ambition, love─they amount to naught. Happiness, should you find it, is inevitably lost. Stolen away by events beyond your control.

There is no logic nor meaning in it. You think there is, convince yourselves, but it's all a cruel accident.

Come now, I speak the truth. A truth you would recognize if you looked up at the night sky.

Unbroken emptiness. Cold, dark, and silent. Your world, like every other, is but a blemish upon its perfect fabric.

Life is an anomaly. It is unnatural and cannot continue. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be.
Just to be clear, we're not here to argue with you.
We know that life is fleeting. And that in the short time we have it, we're not assured happiness.
Indeed, I've seen far more sorrow in the eyes of many I've met.
I myself have plenty of regrets, and one day they'll die with me. Gone to dust with my "good" deeds and unfulfilled dreams.
But we accept this. That our existence may seem pointless. That sorrow, rage, and despair will always dog our heels.

And we press on regardless. That is why Hydaelyn guided us here.

In Her boundless love for mankind, She has prepared us for this trial, and in Her name we have come for you!
Yes, I sense it... A burning passion, like unto fury...

I know it well. For the same passion once burned in many a star before yours.

Suffocated and extinguished now.
I...I can't...breathe.
You approach the bounds of my Ultimatum, where emotions dictate reality.

Where resignation and acceptance unite to embrace the end.

Where those who yet valiantly cling to life cannot thrive...
By the Fury...
Meteion is gone as well. Mayhap he awakened first and gave chase.
...Uh, everyone? It appears we're at our destination.
This...this is Ultima Thule.
Not that we knew what to expect...but I wasn't expecting this.
From atmospheric composition to ambient temperatures, all readings are within permissible range. This place is capable of supporting life!
If that's the case, then Thancred may well have gone on ahead. Let's go and have a look.
Meanwhile, I want the rest of you to perform a full inspection of the ship as well as a biological scan.
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So it was that the brave wayfarers arrived at last at dream's end.
In following their path walked and history written, I am made keenly aware of one truth.
Though the curtains may fall again and again, so long as others take the stage, ever shall there be more tales to tell.
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So let them bring it to a close, I say.
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Let the curtains fall upon this—
The final chapter in the tale of the star.
Is this...a dead star?
As I live and breathe...I live and breathe. The environment itself shouldn't kill us.
Well then, let us search for Thancred while exploring the area.
The ship, we leave in your care.
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Return to Labyrinthos?

Yes No

Forename!? What are you doing? Gods, has something happened to the others?
No... No, I'm sure they're all right. When you return to Ultima Thule, tell the others I said to be careful out there.
Our allies in all corners of the world stand at the ready in the event any new threats should arise.
I pray the situation here does not take a turn for the worse, but we will do what we can here. So please─defeat Meteion and return to us safely.

I did not expect to see you returned so soon. Pray take whatever time you need to see your mission through.
We have been unable to track the Ragnarok after the hyperhopper was engaged, but know that we all are praying for the Scions' safe return.

The Ragnarok is waiting for you in the skies above. Will you be leaving us for Ultima Thule?

Journey to Ultima Thule?

Yes No

Didst thou witness what became of Thancred? So quickly was I overcome by Meteion's malevolence that I saw naught of their altercation.
We were clearly no match for Meteion, yet we survived unscathed. But how...?
It's so dark. I can barely see anything...
It is as Livingway said. I can breathe well enough, but something about this place feels...wrong.

If Meteion should strike again with such overwhelming force, I honestly don't know how we are to oppose her.
There is a dizzying, disorienting feeling about this place. As if I could lose my footing at any moment... We must be careful.
I can't guarantee it will be of help in these strange surrounds, but I've readied a provisions node in case of emergency.
Of course, if you encounter any real danger here, I expect you to return to the Ragnarok at once.
Quest Complete

Don't hesitate to make the most of the provisions node. There's no telling what you might run into out there, or if anything we have to offer might help, but I'd personally rather brave the unknown with a full pack than an empty one.

Being posted here has its advantages─namely, that one overhears all sorts of information. Of course, a lowly official such as myself is in no position to share such gossip, but... In any case, I wish you a safe return.

Greetings, champion of the Scions. I hear you're to journey to the very edge of the heavens...and yet here you are talking to me. I applaud your unyielding inquisitiveness!

The gossip hereabouts says you and yours are headed off on a quest to save the world. I wish there was more I could do, but the best I can offer is a cup of the most delicious coffee you've ever tasted upon your return!
Everyone is speculating about your splendid, reckless plan to save our star. If what I've heard is true─that despair is what transforms people into beasts─then my prayers will be born of hope. I hope, with all my heart, that you succeed.
Word has it that some outside order, these "Scions of the Seventh Dawn," has embarked on a mission beyond the stars to excise the root cause for our exodus. It baffles me how the Forum could entrust a known group of rabid militants with a matter of such world-spanning import.
What is all this talk about the "end of the heavens"? Are we debating some new astrological theory? No...?
All manner of rumors are flying about today─something about heroes flinging themselves beyond the stars? I'd dearly love to meet one of these "Scions" they're on about.
There's no mention of it in print yet, but word is that Eorzea's champion is leading the charge to the ends of the heavens. I find myself praying for his/her success despite my distaste for his/her methods.
I was able to join my gleaner friend in seeing the Ragnarok off on its journey. Amazing to think that he and his colleagues were involved in its construction...

It seems the materials they gathered from across Eorzea were all placed aboard the Ragnarok. That ark must be quite the vessel to carry such an impressive load!
The journey ahead will doubtless be a dangerous one, but you have nevertheless agreed to venture forth─not out of obligation, but of your own volitions. On behalf of the entire Forum, I offer you our humble thanks.

The Ragnarok's propulsion system employs technology in use at the Confluence, so you can rest assured that this ship will get you safely to your destination.

We Agora merchants were integral to the Ragnarok's launch, you know. We did all we could, and now all we can do is pray.
Welcome to Toffwyb's Tomes! Might I recommend a copy of All Aboard the Ark? It details the construction of the Ragnarok in what may just be the swiftest account of an engineering feat in literary history.
My brother and I spotted a strange, white vessel in the sky, but it was unlike any airship I've ever seen. It must have been that craft we heard about─the one they designed to travel the stars...

With news that the Ragnarok will be venturing to the very heavens, I thought to read up on stars beyond our own, but there is absolutely nothing on the subject. I theorize—what's that? You're not here for my lecture?
O heroes of our star, I wish you safe travels on your journey to the ends of the heavens. Bring this riveting story of ours to its show-stopping conclusion!

I have learned to make pudding! I admit that I struggle to see how this will come in useful when traveling the stars...but I persevere!

You are the well-traveled sort, yes? Do you know aught of that band of heroes called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn? Their journey to the edge of the world is all my colleagues speak of as of late.
But if we're sending them out to the edge of the universe, surely we have a moral obligation to... Hm? Passemerrant and I were discussing the heroes who would save our star. I only wish there was aught we could do besides pray for their success.

You are headed to the edge of the universe with my colleague, yes? Godsspeed up there─our fate is in your hands.

Are you not supposed to be aboard the Ragnarok? I can only hope the faith we put in you was not misguided.

It pains me to say that we were only able to prepare some small few medical supplies for the Ragnarok's maiden voyage. If we had but a little more time, I'm sure we could have made a larger contribution. I must apologize to the brave men and women who suffered for our sluggishness.

I am wrought with worry knowing the young lord and lady have placed their lives on the line in the fight for our star... Please, I beg you: ensure they make it home safely!

Our plans to leave have changed, but the future of the wildlife is in question, nonetheless. What is to become of them─of us─if the star is consumed by calamity?
A great, formless energy threatens our star's very existence... 'Twould seem the end of days is upon us.
But we mustn't give in to despair! The Archeion is brimming with wisdom left to us by generations past─hope for the future. We archivists will do whatever we can to help!
I hear that you have undertaken a duty to avert the Final Days. It will doubtless be a perilous endeavor, but I pray for your safe and successful return.

Of course I've heard the story of your daring plan and impossible success. Thanks to you, we've no need to flee our homes. Please, ask me any questions you may have!
While the exodus has been called off, the threat of the Final Days still looms. All of our work, every experiment, can come to naught without a moment's notice...
I've lived a full life─it's time to place the future in the hands of the young. I hope that you see to it that there's something to give them when this is all over.

The Final Days? How many do you reckon are left? I pray there's enough time for my ham to ripen... I wouldn't want to die before tasting a slice.

I leave my bab...erm, the Ragnarok, in your capable hands! Many of us've poured our hopes, dreams, and very lives into building the ruddy thing... Whatever happens, just make sure you come back to us one in piece, you hear?
I'm still struggling to believe you managed to get so much refined adamantite so easily. Absolutely astounding...
It must not be easy, what with everyone counting on you to save the world. So I'll say only this─thank you for giving us hope.

Forename. Above all else, I pray for your safe return.
O merciful gods, we only just professed our love to one another! It cannot end now...
You're to reach for the stars themselves, I hear. Know that my thoughts and prayers go with you.
Our future now lies in your hands. Be safe, and return triumphant.
I wish you the very best on your journey. We'll all be down here cheering you on.
You're to board the ark and make for the very edge of the heavens, are you? It will doubtless be difficult, but I confess, I'm a touch jealous you get to experience such a thing.
The ark—or should I say, the Ragnarok—is the fruit of our labors, the product of our blood, sweat, and tears. I pray it will not only deliver you to victory, but safely return you to us as well.
It's my job to prepare suitable living conditions on the moon, but I'd rather stay here, if at all possible.
As Master Fourchenault believes in you, so too shall I. You are in my thoughts.
After all that time preparing the ark, they let you lot borrow it for an entirely different purpose? Far be it from me to question the wisdom of the Forum, but it seems bloody daft to me.
If there is anyone who can stave off the coming of the end, it is you. You go with my every confidence.
I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but we've done all we can. The rest is up to you and yours. I suppose I could try praying for your success, though.

What you are trying to accomplish has never been attempted in all of recorded history. And yet, it is the only hope that we have.
So you're the one headed to the end of the heavens, are you? Even if you can't return right away, don't fear: the plants on the Ragnarok should provide enough sustenance to help you stave off hunger.
To traverse the heavens themselves to prevent the end of days... Goodness, the life of an adventurer is a tough one indeed.
I hear you are soon to embark on a journey across the sea of stars, that we do not have to. I must say, I feel a bit guilty for abdicating the responsibility...
This ark was meant to deliver us from the devastation of the Final Days, but now it shall put a stop to them entirely. Truly, this ship is the hope of our star.
The water stored here has been moved to the Ragnarok. We must ensure the ship is equipped with a sustainable environment, after all.
To travel beyond the moon to the dark between stars is a dangerous prospect. Go not unprepared.

We researchers have done everything within our power to prepare the vessel. The Ragnarok, and what it represents, is in your hands now. May your journey be swift and sure!
I'm quite proud of the work we did on the Ragnarok. I've no doubts it can safely ferry you to the ends of the heavens and back again!
The Ragnarok is looking shipshape and ready to set sail across the stars. Safe travels to you!
If I'm to be honest, I never expected the ark─or should I say, the Ragnarok─to be used in my lifetime.

Don't worry about the moon, sir, we'll take care of things here! Just return to us safely, would you?
So, what kind of monsters did you encounter in Ultima Thule? I'd love to hear all about it, perhaps over a bowl of carrot soup!
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