(Until 3:20) End of days [It's the end of the world! Actually it is. The city is burning. The citizens lie dead on the ground. Monsters roam the streets. Alexander is narrating (how convenient!), but it seems the only recourse to save the planet is to 'rewrite the laws of the star anew'.]
(Until 12:25) Moral Relativism [Alexander is room with Auracite, Noah, and a bunch of other people explaining how his goal is to merge parts of his shattered world back together. The woman with cat ears counters his story with what he is doing is murder to which he replies:
"But yes, moral relativism and all that. Case in point --- I do not consider you to be truly alive. Ergo, I will not be guilty of murder if I kill you."]
(Until 4 min in) Ending of Shadowbringers [A very large and eldritch type monster flails about desperately trying to murder some HERO in a last attack. The hero's friends (with Auracite among them) step in and pin him down in place with a Crystal. The Hero Kamehameha's the creature in the chest with a huge arc of light.
Alexander beseeches the HERO with a final wish to be remembered before his soul scatters to the wind.]
Dead in this one, too! Watching the Warrior of Light as they progress through their journey from the lifestream.
The scene starts upon a tower in Garlemald, the capital in ruins. The Hero and their friends fight up to the top to defeat the primal Varis has become and confront Zenos and Fandaniel. The amount of energy amassed by Fandaniel is enough to strike at the moon. You know what's up their.
Zodiark. Their God. Their Salvation. Wrapped up in chains made of Hydealyn's making.
Still broken. Still incomplete after eons of trying to put his pieces all together.
One by one the chains are broken. Never before had the Ascians considered breaking the chains until he was whole. But the three unsundered aren't calling the shots now. It is, what it is. All but one are broken, but the energy isn't enough.
Fandaniel and Zenos flee to the moon. The Warrior of Light follows. And of course, Emet can't help but narrate. Just a little!
"Long, long before Dalamud was forged to imprison an elder primal... The eldest of them all --- savior of the star --- was sealed within a moon of His own. Souls sacrificed to grant Him life still slumber and dream of the day He and we will be made whole. Here He waits, in this cold, barren place. His cradle and His grave. Silent lamentations and prayers of hope echo soundlessly to a sundered star, adrift and alone. "
The memory fades with the final seal being broken and Fandaniel holding his arms out wide in front of the chasm.]
The world around you is a bit hazy, a bit fuzzy, and slightly green and blue tinted. All around you are tiny pin prinks of light. If you focus closely enough, each would be a distinct color and hue. This is the lifestream, and you are now a part of it.
However, instead of moving on, you've decided to do a little 'watching'. Over a certain Warrior of Light. And you can't help but give commentary.]
[ooc: For those that haven't played the game. Emet basically 'narrates' a few lines for every new zone you unlock. This is the memory of him giving those narrations.]
Getting on a boat to Old Sharlayan: "And so you venture into the unknown. A fate beyond the horizon that cannot be divined. A future undefined and in flux. In uncertain times, naught but the simplest words of wisdom will suffice. That which lives is destined to die. Love leads to loss. Every beginning has an end. And there in the depths where souls and stars rest --- find your truth."
Arriving in Old Sharlayan "Sharlyan, the solidarity island nation of the norther seas. Where under the watchful gaze of Thaliak, patron deity of scholars, academics hoard all manner of knowledge and secrets. Once, they deigned to accept foreign students into a distant colony maintained in the Dravanian hinterlands. How swiftly they abandoned it once the first Garlean boot set hostile foot on Ala Mhigan soil. So averse to the prosecution of war, these men of wisdom. Your would-be allies...."
Radz-At-Han "Thavnair, home to the city-state Radz-at-Han. Rising from the southeast waters of the Bounty, the isle of plenty served as the battleground for a conflict between two peoples. Their cultures bled into one another until a unique amalgamation was distilled from the chaos, in a process not unlike their precious alchemy. Once solidified as a single nation, an adamant stance of neutrality would hold invaders at bay. For a time. Now across the vibrant isle creeps a fog of malice. What choice do you have ... what chance .... against such an insidious foe?"
Thavnair "A vast rock squats upon Thavnair, and to its stony surface clings the city of Radz-at-Han. Ye who enter here are subject tot he scrutiny of gods --- the gate's most watchful eye. The orb which beholdeth the truth of all things. Pass beneath its hot and piercing gaze, bearing down like a second midday sun. The fragrant haze has a mixture of sweet incense and acrid smoke. The cries of merchants mingled here with lively melodies accented by dancer's feet. Travelers seduced by vivid sound and colors were once swallowed up by patchwork streets. But no such scenes to savor now. To what somber present does that divine eye bear witness?"
Labrynthos "Deep beneath the scholars' city shines a false sun within a fabricated sky. In any age exist those consider the floor an extension of their bookshelves, and this vault's architects surely belong to that special breed. If the stacks grow too high start a new one. If no room remains, then make more rooms. A simple solution at first. And then, bit by by ... a profound transformation. Knowledge buried beneath knowledge --- a growing, creeping labyrinth from which there is no escape."
Garlemald "Ilsabard...divide in twain by a vast mountain range. Those would would traverse its jagged peaks face peril at every step. But why go by foot when one can simply fly? On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in the frozen wastes of Magna Glacies.... The winds howl in icy protest, as if to warn against further trespass...
"So cold and unforgiving." Thus spoke Emperor Solus as he gazed upon his barren domain. Eight hundred years it had been since the Garleans first set foot here. Bested by the Corvosi after centuries of war and driven from the fertile southern pastures into the blasted northern wastes. In that garden of desolation, they clung to one another for warmth. Freezing, hungry, desperate. Hated. The chosen forsaken. In the year 1513 of the Sixth Astral Era, a young legatus names Solus single-handedly sparked the magitek revolution. How did he conceive the machina that feed the ceruleum? Once a common, soft-spoken solider --- how had he so quickly ascended through the ranks? Like so many others, those who knew the truth are gone. Taking in the capital with his eyes for the first time, I recall thinking to myself .... "Far colder on the earth than in the heavens." Yes, far colder indeed....bitterly so."
Return to Thavnair [There is a distinct section missing (the moon), but the next scene is of Thavnair, but instead of the grassy planes, it is on fire. Blood and ash falling from the sky. Citizens screaming. Dying.]
"And lo, vile beasts did rise... Leaving naught in their wake but blood and ash. Sun scorches earth and boils seas....and our sins ascend unto the heavens ----Three dooms to unmake all that we were. So ends the brief respite before the next revelation. Yes, so much left for you to see .... Where beginning ends, and end begins...."
[Meanwhile, back in ye days of splendor and glory....
Emet-Selch is upset, exceedingly so, as he exits a building in Elpis. He can hear Hythlodaeus (Levity) call after him as he fumes. How dare he be accused of such things! Of being a megalomaniacal madman set upon the destruction of multiple stars. But above all, he would never sully the memory of his people, his star, all that he loves so much. But even as he berates the events, he is mad at himself because there is a sliver, the tiniest sliver, that understand that it can be true.
He can't remember who told him this. About a future he doesn't remember so long ago in his past.
Hythlodaeus finally catches up and calms him down like only he can.
The next scenes that play out are him and Hythlodaeus interrogating people in Elpis. Asking about Hermes' pet project, Meteion, who he is close to, his general demeanor. It is rushed and clipped and Hades is clearly upset, but he's still being professional if not a little curt as he gathers the information.
The last scene is the pair leaving a pair of researchers and on the horizon is Venat and some blob of a figure coming to great them.]
Drusilla: And indeed, faith of a “savage” stripe is one way to get us dancin' to the same tune. Others might be compelled through faith in logic or law. Intangible, invisible...yet cause enough for killin' and conquerin' if it suits the queen.
“The invaders have sullied our birthright for eight centuries─no longer! We march for Locus Amoenus!” With a few righteous words, His Radiance Solus zos Galvus whipped the hive into a frenzy. Once that fire is burnin', the passion of the masses can't soon be quelled. What was once a wish for home became a holy mission to spread enlightenment. Enlightenment which would not suffer such beliefs as the beastmen held. Countless scores rendered up their lives on the altar of empire, until an entire continent was united under a single magitek fist.
For those who still dreamed the dream of unity, a deed worthy of song. Yet some awoke to see it for the tyranny it was. My grandfather Rullus included. The talents of the reapers are passed down through bloodlines. Rullus was the best of us─the most accomplished and feared in the order's long history. The duty of the reapers─our role in the hive, if you will─was to deliver our countrymen from corrupt and power-hungry tyrants. When Garlemald found religion in conquest, its appetite grew to be insatiable.
My grandfather pondered this conundrum for many sleepless nights, and came to a decision: he would relieve Solus zos Galvus of his life. Twenty years ago, he slipped into the deepest chambers of the imperial palace, silent as a shadow, until he could hear the Emperor's beatin' heart...
Yet when Rullus returned to me, Solus was alive and well. My grandfather, on the other hand, had a skittishness to his step, and his black hair had turned a pale white. He said naught of his encounter with the Emperor, save that the most powerful man in Garlemald was no man at all.
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(Until 3:20) End of days
[It's the end of the world! Actually it is. The city is burning. The citizens lie dead on the ground. Monsters roam the streets. Alexander is narrating (how convenient!), but it seems the only recourse to save the planet is to 'rewrite the laws of the star anew'.]
(Until 12:25) Moral Relativism
[Alexander is room with Auracite, Noah, and a bunch of other people explaining how his goal is to merge parts of his shattered world back together. The woman with cat ears counters his story with what he is doing is murder to which he replies:
"But yes, moral relativism and all that. Case in point --- I do not consider you to be truly alive. Ergo, I will not be guilty of murder if I kill you."]
(Until 4 min in) Ending of Shadowbringers
[A very large and eldritch type monster flails about desperately trying to murder some HERO in a last attack. The hero's friends (with Auracite among them) step in and pin him down in place with a Crystal. The Hero Kamehameha's the creature in the chest with a huge arc of light.
Alexander beseeches the HERO with a final wish to be remembered before his soul scatters to the wind.]
Endwalker Spoilers
The scene starts upon a tower in Garlemald, the capital in ruins. The Hero and their friends fight up to the top to defeat the primal Varis has become and confront Zenos and Fandaniel. The amount of energy amassed by Fandaniel is enough to strike at the moon. You know what's up their.
Zodiark. Their God. Their Salvation. Wrapped up in chains made of Hydealyn's making.
Still broken. Still incomplete after eons of trying to put his pieces all together.
One by one the chains are broken. Never before had the Ascians considered breaking the chains until he was whole. But the three unsundered aren't calling the shots now. It is, what it is. All but one are broken, but the energy isn't enough.
Fandaniel and Zenos flee to the moon. The Warrior of Light follows. And of course, Emet can't help but narrate. Just a little!
"Long, long before Dalamud was forged to imprison an elder primal... The eldest of them all --- savior of the star --- was sealed within a moon of His own. Souls sacrificed to grant Him life still slumber and dream of the day He and we will be made whole. Here He waits, in this cold, barren place. His cradle and His grave. Silent lamentations and prayers of hope echo soundlessly to a sundered star, adrift and alone. "
The memory fades with the final seal being broken and Fandaniel holding his arms out wide in front of the chasm.]
ENDWALKER SPOILERS
The world around you is a bit hazy, a bit fuzzy, and slightly green and blue tinted. All around you are tiny pin prinks of light. If you focus closely enough, each would be a distinct color and hue. This is the lifestream, and you are now a part of it.
However, instead of moving on, you've decided to do a little 'watching'. Over a certain Warrior of Light. And you can't help but give commentary.]
[ooc: For those that haven't played the game. Emet basically 'narrates' a few lines for every new zone you unlock. This is the memory of him giving those narrations.]
Getting on a boat to Old Sharlayan:
"And so you venture into the unknown. A fate beyond the horizon that cannot be divined. A future undefined and in flux. In uncertain times, naught but the simplest words of wisdom will suffice. That which lives is destined to die. Love leads to loss. Every beginning has an end. And there in the depths where souls and stars rest --- find your truth."
Arriving in Old Sharlayan
"Sharlyan, the solidarity island nation of the norther seas. Where under the watchful gaze of Thaliak, patron deity of scholars, academics hoard all manner of knowledge and secrets. Once, they deigned to accept foreign students into a distant colony maintained in the Dravanian hinterlands. How swiftly they abandoned it once the first Garlean boot set hostile foot on Ala Mhigan soil. So averse to the prosecution of war, these men of wisdom. Your would-be allies...."
Radz-At-Han
"Thavnair, home to the city-state Radz-at-Han. Rising from the southeast waters of the Bounty, the isle of plenty served as the battleground for a conflict between two peoples. Their cultures bled into one another until a unique amalgamation was distilled from the chaos, in a process not unlike their precious alchemy. Once solidified as a single nation, an adamant stance of neutrality would hold invaders at bay. For a time. Now across the vibrant isle creeps a fog of malice. What choice do you have ... what chance .... against such an insidious foe?"
Thavnair
"A vast rock squats upon Thavnair, and to its stony surface clings the city of Radz-at-Han. Ye who enter here are subject tot he scrutiny of gods --- the gate's most watchful eye. The orb which beholdeth the truth of all things. Pass beneath its hot and piercing gaze, bearing down like a second midday sun. The fragrant haze has a mixture of sweet incense and acrid smoke. The cries of merchants mingled here with lively melodies accented by dancer's feet. Travelers seduced by vivid sound and colors were once swallowed up by patchwork streets. But no such scenes to savor now. To what somber present does that divine eye bear witness?"
Labrynthos
"Deep beneath the scholars' city shines a false sun within a fabricated sky. In any age exist those consider the floor an extension of their bookshelves, and this vault's architects surely belong to that special breed. If the stacks grow too high start a new one. If no room remains, then make more rooms. A simple solution at first. And then, bit by by ... a profound transformation. Knowledge buried beneath knowledge --- a growing, creeping labyrinth from which there is no escape."
Garlemald
"Ilsabard...divide in twain by a vast mountain range. Those would would traverse its jagged peaks face peril at every step. But why go by foot when one can simply fly? On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in the frozen wastes of Magna Glacies.... The winds howl in icy protest, as if to warn against further trespass...
"So cold and unforgiving." Thus spoke Emperor Solus as he gazed upon his barren domain. Eight hundred years it had been since the Garleans first set foot here. Bested by the Corvosi after centuries of war and driven from the fertile southern pastures into the blasted northern wastes. In that garden of desolation, they clung to one another for warmth. Freezing, hungry, desperate. Hated. The chosen forsaken. In the year 1513 of the Sixth Astral Era, a young legatus names Solus single-handedly sparked the magitek revolution. How did he conceive the machina that feed the ceruleum? Once a common, soft-spoken solider --- how had he so quickly ascended through the ranks? Like so many others, those who knew the truth are gone. Taking in the capital with his eyes for the first time, I recall thinking to myself .... "Far colder on the earth than in the heavens." Yes, far colder indeed....bitterly so."
Return to Thavnair
[There is a distinct section missing (the moon), but the next scene is of Thavnair, but instead of the grassy planes, it is on fire. Blood and ash falling from the sky. Citizens screaming. Dying.]
"And lo, vile beasts did rise... Leaving naught in their wake but blood and ash. Sun scorches earth and boils seas....and our sins ascend unto the heavens ----Three dooms to unmake all that we were. So ends the brief respite before the next revelation. Yes, so much left for you to see .... Where beginning ends, and end begins...."
Endwalker Spoilers
Emet-Selch is upset, exceedingly so, as he exits a building in Elpis. He can hear Hythlodaeus (Levity) call after him as he fumes. How dare he be accused of such things! Of being a megalomaniacal madman set upon the destruction of multiple stars. But above all, he would never sully the memory of his people, his star, all that he loves so much. But even as he berates the events, he is mad at himself because there is a sliver, the tiniest sliver, that understand that it can be true.
He can't remember who told him this. About a future he doesn't remember so long ago in his past.
Hythlodaeus finally catches up and calms him down like only he can.
The next scenes that play out are him and Hythlodaeus interrogating people in Elpis. Asking about Hermes' pet project, Meteion, who he is close to, his general demeanor. It is rushed and clipped and Hades is clearly upset, but he's still being professional if not a little curt as he gathers the information.
The last scene is the pair leaving a pair of researchers and on the horizon is Venat and some blob of a figure coming to great them.]
Reaper Quest Spoilers
TRANSCRIPT
Drusilla: And indeed, faith of a “savage” stripe is one way to get us dancin' to the same tune. Others might be compelled through faith in logic or law. Intangible, invisible...yet cause enough for killin' and conquerin' if it suits the queen.
“The invaders have sullied our birthright for eight centuries─no longer! We march for Locus Amoenus!” With a few righteous words, His Radiance Solus zos Galvus whipped the hive into a frenzy. Once that fire is burnin', the passion of the masses can't soon be quelled. What was once a wish for home became a holy mission to spread enlightenment. Enlightenment which would not suffer such beliefs as the beastmen held. Countless scores rendered up their lives on the altar of empire, until an entire continent was united under a single magitek fist.
For those who still dreamed the dream of unity, a deed worthy of song. Yet some awoke to see it for the tyranny it was. My grandfather Rullus included. The talents of the reapers are passed down through bloodlines. Rullus was the best of us─the most accomplished and feared in the order's long history. The duty of the reapers─our role in the hive, if you will─was to deliver our countrymen from corrupt and power-hungry tyrants. When Garlemald found religion in conquest, its appetite grew to be insatiable.
My grandfather pondered this conundrum for many sleepless nights, and came to a decision: he would relieve Solus zos Galvus of his life. Twenty years ago, he slipped into the deepest chambers of the imperial palace, silent as a shadow, until he could hear the Emperor's beatin' heart...
Yet when Rullus returned to me, Solus was alive and well. My grandfather, on the other hand, had a skittishness to his step, and his black hair had turned a pale white. He said naught of his encounter with the Emperor, save that the most powerful man in Garlemald was no man at all.