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0,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_000","You have short questions, I have short answers. Relatively speaking, of course."
1,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_005","Allow me a moment to deviate from my normal routine and thank you personally for rescuing my dear friend Jenomis: thank you."
2,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_006","With that out of the way, what is it you would like to know?"
3,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q1_000_000","What will you ask?"
4,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_000","Who is Jenomis cen Lexentale?"
5,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_001","What is the Majestic Theater Company?"
6,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_002","What is the Zodiac Brave Story?"
7,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_003","How is the Majestic's telling different from legend?"
8,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_004","What happened to Dalmasca?"
9,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_005","Who are you and what is a dramaturge?"
10,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_006","Do you know the wandering minstrel?"
11,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_0010","Nothing."
12,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_100","Jenomis had been at the Magitek Academy for but a handful of summers when he founded his own theater troupe, and it was but a handful more before his plays began attracting recognition in various influential literary circles."
13,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_101","Although Jenomis is not a prolific writer, what he lacks in quantity he makes up tenfold in quality. The public especially adored the few pieces he both produced and starred in. So popular were his troupe's productions that admirers would have to book their seats a year or more in advance."
14,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_102","And though he was widely regarded as one of the finest playwrights in the Empire, none was more surprised than Jenomis himself when Emperor Solus zos Galvus, in recognition of the young principal's accomplishments, presented him with his very own airship."
15,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_103","This has since become a source of considerable ire for the new emperor, but I think Jenomis would have it no other way. You see, where his art is concerned, Jenomis will not compromise. He will write and rewrite and then rewrite again until he has achieved what he believes to be perfection."
16,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_104","He will create something so perfect that even his greatest detractor will be forced to acknowledge its genius. Critics applaud Jenomis for his cunning, but I know it to be merely a by-product of his inherent stubbornness. Jenomis simply cannot─will not─settle for anything less than the best."
17,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_120","Since its inception during Jenomis's Academy days, the Majestic Theater Company has been busily producing and performing some of the Empire's most memorable works."
18,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_121","From tragedies to comedies, classics to modern adaptations, monodrama to musicals, there was nothing the Majestic couldn't do─and do brilliantly."
19,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_122","At the time of <Emphasis>The Zodiac Brave Story</Emphasis>'s debut, the theater was home to over five score performers and stagehands, all living here on the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>. Now... Well, you can see where we stand."
20,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_140","The Zodiac Brave Story is a tale as old as time."
21,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_141","Whenever the kingdom was threatened, be it by tyranny, evil forces, or realm-wide disaster, twelve blessed heroes would emerge to bring light back to Ivalice. Those twelve were known as the Zodiac Braves."
22,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_142","Each era had its own Zodiac Braves─Müllenkamp the star seer, Saint Ajora, the assassin Ashley. I can list at least five others, but by far the most popular has always been King Delita."
23,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_143","Following the death of its king, Ivalice's long-standing Atkascha dynasty finds itself without an heir. In an attempt to claim the throne, the Order of the Northern Sky under the banner of the White Lion and the Order of the Southern Sky under the Black Lion wage war, resulting in the death of thousands and a veritable stalemate."
24,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_144","When all of Ivalice was at war with itself, he and eleven of his most trusted companions set out to bring order to the realm. Though not of noble birth, Delita would ultimately unite the land as regent, and the twelve became known as that era's Zodiac Braves."
25,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_145","There has been much debate as to whether the legend is based on actual historical events or merely fiction, but most scholars agree that there is simply too little evidence to substantiate claims of Ivalice's existence."
26,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_146","There are no ruins, there are no relics. And the stories we are left with...well, they are just that─stories. What's worse, there are so many of them, each with its own peculiarities, that only the most basic elements actually line up."
27,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_147","Even some of the more recent renderings of the legend feature dramatic deviations, the most notable being that Delita was assassinated before even taking the throne, instead of becoming king after his marriage to Princess Ovelia Atkascha."
28,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_148","But that has always been the trouble with bards and minstrels. You can't trust a single one of them not to change the story here or there for the sake of a rhyme."
29,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_149","And so here we are, left in the dark without a light to ponder a mystery only the gods know."
30,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_160","Unsurprisingly there are many plays which attempt a telling of the Zodiac Brave Story, but none have been as well received as the Majestic's rendition."
31,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_161","When Jenomis told me he was considering his own retelling of the legend, I was not remotely surprised. When he subsequently revealed his intention to make it a musical, however, I nearly spat out my mead."
32,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_162","Not content simply to write the play, he composed the music, penned the lyrics, and even saw to the damned <Emphasis>choreography</Emphasis>. I had never seen anything like it. With the completion of <Emphasis>The Zodiac Brave Story</Emphasis>, he proved his genius once and for all."
33,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_163","The musical is divided into five acts, the first three focusing on Delita's service to the Church of Glabados, his first encounter with Princess Ovelia Atkascha, and his subsequent oath to see her become queen."
34,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_164","The final two acts move to the War of the Lions, culminating in Delita's betrothal to the princess, and their tragic end."
35,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_165","The ensemble scene in which Delita, lost in his web of lies, reveals the truth of his plans to the gods on one side of the stage, while on the other, Princess Ovelia swears to the selfsame gods that she will put the past behind her... <Emphasis>Genius.</Emphasis> A masterpiece of modern theater."
36,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_180","The Dalmasca Desert is a vast wasteland situated in the southern reaches of central Othard, sharing an eastern border with Nagxia. So large is the desert that it is divided into two regions, the Estersands and the Westersands."
37,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_181","Thirty years ago, the Kingdom of Dalmasca was invaded by the Garlean Empire. When the king and his council refused to pledge fealty to the Empire, war erupted, resulting in the end of the royal B'nargin line."
38,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_182","For a thousand years, Dalmasca had maintained its independence, only to see it crumble in a matter of moons before the might of Solus zos Galvus's metal-clad legions. Even the Royal City of Rabanastre─the fabled Desert Sapphire─was not spared."
39,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_183","Emboldened by the uprisings in Doma and Ala Mhigo, resistance groups within Dalmasca have attempted coups of their own, yet all have been silenced─the Empire always seeming to know exactly when and where the insurgencies would begin."
40,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_184","When I was a boy, I accompanied my father on one of his caravans to Rabanastre, and consider myself fortunate to have seen the Royal City before its fall. The sight of its minarets bathed in the gold of sunset is something I will never forget."
41,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_200","Who am I? A simple question with a not-so-simple answer. I can begin by telling you who I am not: namely, a member of the Majestic Theater Company."
42,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_201","I am a playwright like Principal Lexentale, but unlike him, I have chosen to remain independent. Jenomis is an old friend, and when I heard he would be making the journey east, I asked if I could join him. You see, I too share many of the ideals that have fallen out of favor in the imperial court."
43,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_202","As for who is the better writer...well, it is not for me to say. I will, however, admit to being a considerably <Emphasis>slower</Emphasis> writer, as my publishers will all too readily attest. To make matters worse, I have also developed a passion for cookery of late, and spend a great deal of my time here assisting the galley staff in exchange for my passage on the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>. Perhaps a change of profession is in order..."
44,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_220","The minstrel? With the disheveled hair? As strange a fish as any I've seen...and I have seen plenty on my travels."
45,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_221","Most bards simply retell the tales of high adventure, adding a twang of the lute here and a toot of the fife there for flavor. But the wandering minstrel is different. He seems more inclined to challenge his audience than entertain them."
46,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_222","One might say he is a god creating worlds for his children to play in. Or not. A god would never be caught wearing those spectacles. Still, there is much a playwright like myself might learn from such a fellow..."
47,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q2_000_000","What will you ask?"
48,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_000","About the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca."
49,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_001","About the Dalmascan uprising."
50,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_002",""
51,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_0010","Nothing."
52,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_300","It has been almost thirty summers since the Empire's conquest of Dalmasca─the annexation coming some years before the invasions of both Ala Mhigo and Doma."
53,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_301","The campaign was led by Legatus Noah van Gabranth of the IVth Imperial Legion, and waged over six bloody moons."
54,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_302","It was the fall of the supposedly impenetrable stronghold at Nalbina, with the loss of some seventy thousand Dalmascan swords, that ultimately turned the tide in the Empire's favor."
55,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_303","When it was discovered that the list of casualties included both Prince Rasler and his twin sister Princess Ashelia, all fight left the embattled regent and he soon thereafter conceded the crown."
56,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_304","He passed not long after his surrender, and while the official explanation was that he succumbed to illness, rumors of suicide and even assassination persist to this day. What is certain, however, is that with his death, the B'nargin line─one that had endured for a thousand summers─finally came to an end."
57,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_320","The Dalmascans took to their new rulers about as well as one might expect, and in the years since the annexation, several sizable uprisings have caught flame, only to be quelled by the Empire's might."
58,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_321","That does not, however, mean we Garleans have emerged from these bouts of insurrection unscathed. One recent example is the Barheim Incident, in which scores of imperial colonists met their end."
59,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_322","In response to this rather arbitrary display of defiance, the Emperor sent the XIVth Legion back to Dalmasca, where, under the watch of Livia sas Junius, suspected rebels were hunted down like rats and slaughtered without trial."
60,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_323","Of course, this served only to embolden the resistance. Yet, the ending of their tale was not as happy as those told in Doma and Ala Mhigo...as you will have gleaned from your recent visit to Rabanastre."
61,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_324","Which is not to say the resistance is no more. If anything, it grows stronger, its members biding their time deep in the endless labyrinth that lies beneath the capital."
62,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_325","I have even heard it whispered that they are now rallied under a new leader─a charismatic young firebrand the people call “Princess Ashe.” What? Of course it cannot be the <Emphasis>real</Emphasis> Ashelia. Even had she survived the tragedy at Nalbina, Her Highness would by now have seen nigh on fifty summers!"
63,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_340",""
64,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_341",""
65,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_500","The body is but a vessel for the soul... A puppet which bends to the soul's...something... And lo, the body is not eternal, for─"
66,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_501","Ah, you must forgive me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. I was lost in my work. Several of my patrons are expecting returns on their considerable investments, you see."
67,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_510","It must feed on the flesh of others...lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive...despise, and murder...something..."
68,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_511","What was that, you ask? Oh, a little something commissioned by a local noble. It <Emphasis>has</Emphasis> been several moons since I accepted his coin, so I figured 'twas high time I put pen to parchment."
69,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_512","Was there aught <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> needed?"
70,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_520","If what we just witnessed were truly teleportation magicks, then the amount of aether required to create a portal that large from such a distance would surely be immense."
71,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_530","Yes, it would appear that Ultima has abandoned Alma, only to take possession of her poor brother."
72,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_531","But riddle me this, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>─what type of being would require a mortal vessel? "
73,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_532","Correct, one without a corporeal form of its own. So the true question is, then, now that the High Seraph has one in Ramza, what exactly will she become?"
74,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_533","Our only hope is that if Ultima requires Ramza's body to wield her might, then she will do everything in her power to keep it from harm."
75,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_540","Words cannot describe how happy we all are to have Ramza back aboard the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>...and it is literally my job to use words to describe things."
76,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_550","I run, you give chase... I am the hart...and you the...something... But this hart has laid... Has laid─"
77,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_551","Ah, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! You have caught me again in the throes of a bloody bout with my archnemesis, writer's block. Perhaps a change of pace would serve me well."
78,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_552","Was there aught <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> needed?"
79,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q3_000_000","What will you ask?"
80,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_000","About Viera culture."
81,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_001","About Viera physiology."
82,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_002","About Dalmascan refugees."
83,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_010","Nothing."
84,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_600","Ah, yes. I have learned much of the leporine folk during my travels, so let us start off with the most basic of details─there exist two distinct clans, the light-skinned Veena Viera, and the darker-skinned Rava Viera."
85,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_601","The word Viera itself means “people of the wood,” and true to that name, both the Rava and the Veena make their homes exclusively in the Golmore Jungle, or the primeval forests which line the southwestern foothills of the Skatay Range, respectively."
86,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_602","Until recently─perhaps the past several generations─a Viera living outside her homeland was unheard of, and those who abandoned their tribes were branded outcasts."
87,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_603","You see, the Viera follow a strict code called the “Green Word” that binds them to their land and prohibits all contact with the outside world unless absolutely necessary."
88,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_604","Similar to that of the Miqo'te Keepers of the Moon, the Viera's societal hierarchy is strictly matriarchal. You will find no males in the villages of both the Veena and the Rava, let alone in positions of rule."
89,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_605","Yet, that does not mean they do not play an important role in Viera society. The males take up the mantle of Wood-warder─protectors of the forest─and serve their tribes by seeing no evil encroach on their tribe's sacred demesne."
90,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_606","Males, for the most part, are reclusive, shunning contact with even their own kin, save for the rare occasion they return to their village of birth to sow their seed and to claim any boys who have reached adulthood...but I shall speak of that queer custom at length later."
91,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_607","In other words, tread not the wood with hopes of finding a male Viera, for you will be met with naught but disappointment...or worse, death."
92,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_608","This, however, is not to discredit the martial prowess of female Viera. The women of the wood are as formidable as the men, and merely choose to devote their attention to the protection of their hearth and young."
93,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_609","Without a supportive community, the males must constantly struggle to survive. Food, clothing, weapons, medicines─all must be procured or crafted by the individual and without the aid of another. The male lives alone and dies alone. This has gone unchanged for countless generations."
94,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_610","I spent many a moon in the Desert Sapphire, and while I saw all manner of wondrous creatures, not once did I lay mine eyes upon a male Viera, nor did I hear of one living in the city. They simply do not exist to us."
95,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_620","For the Viera, the hands of time move at a far more leisurely pace than they do for the rest of us. Whereas a Hyur might consider themselves fortunate to see, say, eighty winters before <If(PlayerParameter(4))>her<Else/>his</If> return to the Lifestream, a Viera can endure up to twelve score or more."
96,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_621","It is estimated that upwards of eight in ten Viera are born female, though it is not until at least the thirteenth nameday─when the individual moves from adolescence into adulthood─that the individual's gender becomes apparent."
97,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_622","Then, for the next two centuries will the Viera maintain its physical youth, rendering it nigh impossible to discern one's age simply from outward appearances."
98,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_623","When it is revealed that a Viera kit is a male, it will be given into the care of another, that it may learn the ways of the Wood-warder─protectors of the forest."
99,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_624","Once every three to five summers, male Viera will descend from the trees to a nearby village to mate."
100,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_625","It is at this time, if there are any recently discovered jacks still living amongst the females, that the older male will make them his wards and teach them how to survive without the crutch of companionship."
101,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_626","Only following countless seasons of training and strict adherence to the Green Word will the students themselves earn the title of master, and be allowed to seek solitude."
102,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_627","More than few will perish during this brutal rite of passage, further thinning the tribe's males, until only those with the strongest seed remain."
103,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_628","As I explained before, the duty of a male Viera─a Wood-warder─is to see that their tribe's demesne remain untouched by the destructive whims of outsiders. Yet, they do so from the shadows, oft choosing to shoot first, and not even bother with questions."
104,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_629","The females, on the other hand, are much more open in their relationship with the wood, though I use the term “open” in its most loosest of senses. More than simply defend the forest, they seek also to nurture it─clearing undergrowth, removing fallen trees, planting seeds, eradicating vermin."
105,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_630","Efforts by past kings to bring Viera lands under Dalmascan rule have been met with either indifference or violence. As of late, Rabanastre has suffered the Viera their self-governance, with the promise the villages will not take up their bows against the throne."
106,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_631","When I was younger and far more the fool than I am now, I asked a Viera if she did not find her tribe's ways awkward. Was it not within the natural order for males and females of a species to coexist?"
107,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_632","The woman answered me thus: “The value of coexistence will not be found 'neath a loincloth."
108,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_633","""Long has our kind endured understanding that the distance 'twixt two bodies does not dictate the distance 'twixt two souls.“"
109,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_640","I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea."
110,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_643","I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea."
111,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_645","A shrewd bit of compromise, if there ever was one. Not only will it save lives, but give the resistance one less thing to worry over, allowing them more time to concentrate on uniting their ranks."
112,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_646","And there was no easy way for the Alliances to refuse the entreaty without painting themselves just as heartless as the Empire. This is the children and the elderly we are talking about here."
113,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_647","Nevertheless, a logistical nightmare awaits those tasked with seeing the masses safely across the eastern and western borders. It will be quite an undertaking, and many might still perish."
114,"TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_648","However, it is my deepest desire that Dalmasca might eventually follow in the footsteps of her neighbors and finally break free from the imperial yoke. Ah, did I say “deepest desire”? Considering recent events, that was in poor taste. My apologies."
0,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_000,"You have short questions, I have short answers. Relatively speaking, of course."
1,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_005,Allow me a moment to deviate from my normal routine and thank you personally for rescuing my dear friend Jenomis: thank you.
2,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_006,"With that out of the way, what is it you would like to know?"
3,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q1_000_000,What will you ask?
4,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_000,Who is Jenomis cen Lexentale?
5,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_001,What is the Majestic Theater Company?
6,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_002,What is the Zodiac Brave Story?
7,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_003,How is the Majestic's telling different from legend?
8,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_004,What happened to Dalmasca?
9,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_005,Who are you and what is a dramaturge?
10,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_006,Do you know the wandering minstrel?
11,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_0010,Nothing.
12,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_100,"Jenomis had been at the Magitek Academy for but a handful of summers when he founded his own theater troupe, and it was but a handful more before his plays began attracting recognition in various influential literary circles."
13,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_101,"Although Jenomis is not a prolific writer, what he lacks in quantity he makes up tenfold in quality. The public especially adored the few pieces he both produced and starred in. So popular were his troupe's productions that admirers would have to book their seats a year or more in advance."
14,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_102,"And though he was widely regarded as one of the finest playwrights in the Empire, none was more surprised than Jenomis himself when Emperor Solus zos Galvus, in recognition of the young principal's accomplishments, presented him with his very own airship."
15,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_103,"This has since become a source of considerable ire for the new emperor, but I think Jenomis would have it no other way. You see, where his art is concerned, Jenomis will not compromise. He will write and rewrite and then rewrite again until he has achieved what he believes to be perfection."
16,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_104,"He will create something so perfect that even his greatest detractor will be forced to acknowledge its genius. Critics applaud Jenomis for his cunning, but I know it to be merely a by-product of his inherent stubbornness. Jenomis simply cannot─will not─settle for anything less than the best."
17,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_120,"Since its inception during Jenomis's Academy days, the Majestic Theater Company has been busily producing and performing some of the Empire's most memorable works."
18,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_121,"From tragedies to comedies, classics to modern adaptations, monodrama to musicals, there was nothing the Majestic couldn't do─and do brilliantly."
19,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_122,"At the time of *The Zodiac Brave Story*'s debut, the theater was home to over five score performers and stagehands, all living here on the *Prima Vista*. Now... Well, you can see where we stand."
20,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_140,The Zodiac Brave Story is a tale as old as time.
21,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_141,"Whenever the kingdom was threatened, be it by tyranny, evil forces, or realm-wide disaster, twelve blessed heroes would emerge to bring light back to Ivalice. Those twelve were known as the Zodiac Braves."
22,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_142,"Each era had its own Zodiac Braves─Müllenkamp the star seer, Saint Ajora, the assassin Ashley. I can list at least five others, but by far the most popular has always been King Delita."
23,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_143,"Following the death of its king, Ivalice's long-standing Atkascha dynasty finds itself without an heir. In an attempt to claim the throne, the Order of the Northern Sky under the banner of the White Lion and the Order of the Southern Sky under the Black Lion wage war, resulting in the death of thousands and a veritable stalemate."
24,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_144,"When all of Ivalice was at war with itself, he and eleven of his most trusted companions set out to bring order to the realm. Though not of noble birth, Delita would ultimately unite the land as regent, and the twelve became known as that era's Zodiac Braves."
25,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_145,"There has been much debate as to whether the legend is based on actual historical events or merely fiction, but most scholars agree that there is simply too little evidence to substantiate claims of Ivalice's existence."
26,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_146,"There are no ruins, there are no relics. And the stories we are left with...well, they are just that─stories. What's worse, there are so many of them, each with its own peculiarities, that only the most basic elements actually line up."
27,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_147,"Even some of the more recent renderings of the legend feature dramatic deviations, the most notable being that Delita was assassinated before even taking the throne, instead of becoming king after his marriage to Princess Ovelia Atkascha."
28,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_148,But that has always been the trouble with bards and minstrels. You can't trust a single one of them not to change the story here or there for the sake of a rhyme.
29,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_149,"And so here we are, left in the dark without a light to ponder a mystery only the gods know."
30,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_160,"Unsurprisingly there are many plays which attempt a telling of the Zodiac Brave Story, but none have been as well received as the Majestic's rendition."
31,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_161,"When Jenomis told me he was considering his own retelling of the legend, I was not remotely surprised. When he subsequently revealed his intention to make it a musical, however, I nearly spat out my mead."
32,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_162,"Not content simply to write the play, he composed the music, penned the lyrics, and even saw to the damned *choreography*. I had never seen anything like it. With the completion of *The Zodiac Brave Story*, he proved his genius once and for all."
33,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_163,"The musical is divided into five acts, the first three focusing on Delita's service to the Church of Glabados, his first encounter with Princess Ovelia Atkascha, and his subsequent oath to see her become queen."
34,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_164,"The final two acts move to the War of the Lions, culminating in Delita's betrothal to the princess, and their tragic end."
35,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_165,"The ensemble scene in which Delita, lost in his web of lies, reveals the truth of his plans to the gods on one side of the stage, while on the other, Princess Ovelia swears to the selfsame gods that she will put the past behind her... *Genius.* A masterpiece of modern theater."
36,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_180,"The Dalmasca Desert is a vast wasteland situated in the southern reaches of central Othard, sharing an eastern border with Nagxia. So large is the desert that it is divided into two regions, the Estersands and the Westersands."
37,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_181,"Thirty years ago, the Kingdom of Dalmasca was invaded by the Garlean Empire. When the king and his council refused to pledge fealty to the Empire, war erupted, resulting in the end of the royal B'nargin line."
38,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_182,"For a thousand years, Dalmasca had maintained its independence, only to see it crumble in a matter of moons before the might of Solus zos Galvus's metal-clad legions. Even the Royal City of Rabanastre─the fabled Desert Sapphire─was not spared."
39,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_183,"Emboldened by the uprisings in Doma and Ala Mhigo, resistance groups within Dalmasca have attempted coups of their own, yet all have been silenced─the Empire always seeming to know exactly when and where the insurgencies would begin."
40,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_184,"When I was a boy, I accompanied my father on one of his caravans to Rabanastre, and consider myself fortunate to have seen the Royal City before its fall. The sight of its minarets bathed in the gold of sunset is something I will never forget."
41,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_200,"Who am I? A simple question with a not-so-simple answer. I can begin by telling you who I am not: namely, a member of the Majestic Theater Company."
42,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_201,"I am a playwright like Principal Lexentale, but unlike him, I have chosen to remain independent. Jenomis is an old friend, and when I heard he would be making the journey east, I asked if I could join him. You see, I too share many of the ideals that have fallen out of favor in the imperial court."
43,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_202,"As for who is the better writer...well, it is not for me to say. I will, however, admit to being a considerably *slower* writer, as my publishers will all too readily attest. To make matters worse, I have also developed a passion for cookery of late, and spend a great deal of my time here assisting the galley staff in exchange for my passage on the *Prima Vista*. Perhaps a change of profession is in order..."
44,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_220,The minstrel? With the disheveled hair? As strange a fish as any I've seen...and I have seen plenty on my travels.
45,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_221,"Most bards simply retell the tales of high adventure, adding a twang of the lute here and a toot of the fife there for flavor. But the wandering minstrel is different. He seems more inclined to challenge his audience than entertain them."
46,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_222,"One might say he is a god creating worlds for his children to play in. Or not. A god would never be caught wearing those spectacles. Still, there is much a playwright like myself might learn from such a fellow..."
47,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q2_000_000,What will you ask?
48,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_000,About the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca.
49,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_001,About the Dalmascan uprising.
50,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_002,
51,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_0010,Nothing.
52,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_300,It has been almost thirty summers since the Empire's conquest of Dalmasca─the annexation coming some years before the invasions of both Ala Mhigo and Doma.
53,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_301,"The campaign was led by Legatus Noah van Gabranth of the IVth Imperial Legion, and waged over six bloody moons."
54,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_302,"It was the fall of the supposedly impenetrable stronghold at Nalbina, with the loss of some seventy thousand Dalmascan swords, that ultimately turned the tide in the Empire's favor."
55,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_303,"When it was discovered that the list of casualties included both Prince Rasler and his twin sister Princess Ashelia, all fight left the embattled regent and he soon thereafter conceded the crown."
56,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_304,"He passed not long after his surrender, and while the official explanation was that he succumbed to illness, rumors of suicide and even assassination persist to this day. What is certain, however, is that with his death, the B'nargin line─one that had endured for a thousand summers─finally came to an end."
57,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_320,"The Dalmascans took to their new rulers about as well as one might expect, and in the years since the annexation, several sizable uprisings have caught flame, only to be quelled by the Empire's might."
58,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_321,"That does not, however, mean we Garleans have emerged from these bouts of insurrection unscathed. One recent example is the Barheim Incident, in which scores of imperial colonists met their end."
59,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_322,"In response to this rather arbitrary display of defiance, the Emperor sent the XIVth Legion back to Dalmasca, where, under the watch of Livia sas Junius, suspected rebels were hunted down like rats and slaughtered without trial."
60,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_323,"Of course, this served only to embolden the resistance. Yet, the ending of their tale was not as happy as those told in Doma and Ala Mhigo...as you will have gleaned from your recent visit to Rabanastre."
61,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_324,"Which is not to say the resistance is no more. If anything, it grows stronger, its members biding their time deep in the endless labyrinth that lies beneath the capital."
62,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_325,"I have even heard it whispered that they are now rallied under a new leader─a charismatic young firebrand the people call “Princess Ashe.” What? Of course it cannot be the *real* Ashelia. Even had she survived the tragedy at Nalbina, Her Highness would by now have seen nigh on fifty summers!"
63,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_340,
64,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_341,
65,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_500,"The body is but a vessel for the soul... A puppet which bends to the soul's...something... And lo, the body is not eternal, for─"
66,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_501,"Ah, you must forgive me, Player. I was lost in my work. Several of my patrons are expecting returns on their considerable investments, you see."
67,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_510,"It must feed on the flesh of others...lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive...despise, and murder...something..."
68,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_511,"What was that, you ask? Oh, a little something commissioned by a local noble. It *has* been several moons since I accepted his coin, so I figured 'twas high time I put pen to parchment."
69,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_512,Was there aught *you* needed?
70,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_520,"If what we just witnessed were truly teleportation magicks, then the amount of aether required to create a portal that large from such a distance would surely be immense."
71,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_530,"Yes, it would appear that Ultima has abandoned Alma, only to take possession of her poor brother."
72,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_531,"But riddle me this, Player─what type of being would require a mortal vessel? "
73,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_532,"Correct, one without a corporeal form of its own. So the true question is, then, now that the High Seraph has one in Ramza, what exactly will she become?"
74,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_533,"Our only hope is that if Ultima requires Ramza's body to wield her might, then she will do everything in her power to keep it from harm."
75,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_540,Words cannot describe how happy we all are to have Ramza back aboard the *Prima Vista*...and it is literally my job to use words to describe things.
76,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_550,"I run, you give chase... I am the hart...and you the...something... But this hart has laid... Has laid─"
77,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_551,"Ah, Player! You have caught me again in the throes of a bloody bout with my archnemesis, writer's block. Perhaps a change of pace would serve me well."
78,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_552,Was there aught *you* needed?
79,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q3_000_000,What will you ask?
80,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_000,About Viera culture.
81,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_001,About Viera physiology.
82,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_002,About Dalmascan refugees.
83,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_010,Nothing.
84,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_600,"Ah, yes. I have learned much of the leporine folk during my travels, so let us start off with the most basic of details─there exist two distinct clans, the light-skinned Veena Viera, and the darker-skinned Rava Viera."
85,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_601,"The word Viera itself means “people of the wood,” and true to that name, both the Rava and the Veena make their homes exclusively in the Golmore Jungle, or the primeval forests which line the southwestern foothills of the Skatay Range, respectively."
86,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_602,"Until recently─perhaps the past several generations─a Viera living outside her homeland was unheard of, and those who abandoned their tribes were branded outcasts."
87,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_603,"You see, the Viera follow a strict code called the “Green Word” that binds them to their land and prohibits all contact with the outside world unless absolutely necessary."
88,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_604,"Similar to that of the Miqo'te Keepers of the Moon, the Viera's societal hierarchy is strictly matriarchal. You will find no males in the villages of both the Veena and the Rava, let alone in positions of rule."
89,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_605,"Yet, that does not mean they do not play an important role in Viera society. The males take up the mantle of Wood-warder─protectors of the forest─and serve their tribes by seeing no evil encroach on their tribe's sacred demesne."
90,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_606,"Males, for the most part, are reclusive, shunning contact with even their own kin, save for the rare occasion they return to their village of birth to sow their seed and to claim any boys who have reached adulthood...but I shall speak of that queer custom at length later."
91,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_607,"In other words, tread not the wood with hopes of finding a male Viera, for you will be met with naught but disappointment...or worse, death."
92,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_608,"This, however, is not to discredit the martial prowess of female Viera. The women of the wood are as formidable as the men, and merely choose to devote their attention to the protection of their hearth and young."
93,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_609,"Without a supportive community, the males must constantly struggle to survive. Food, clothing, weapons, medicines─all must be procured or crafted by the individual and without the aid of another. The male lives alone and dies alone. This has gone unchanged for countless generations."
94,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_610,"I spent many a moon in the Desert Sapphire, and while I saw all manner of wondrous creatures, not once did I lay mine eyes upon a male Viera, nor did I hear of one living in the city. They simply do not exist to us."
95,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_620,"For the Viera, the hands of time move at a far more leisurely pace than they do for the rest of us. Whereas a Hyur might consider themselves fortunate to see, say, eighty winters before her return to the Lifestream, a Viera can endure up to twelve score or more."
96,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_621,"It is estimated that upwards of eight in ten Viera are born female, though it is not until at least the thirteenth nameday─when the individual moves from adolescence into adulthood─that the individual's gender becomes apparent."
97,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_622,"Then, for the next two centuries will the Viera maintain its physical youth, rendering it nigh impossible to discern one's age simply from outward appearances."
98,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_623,"When it is revealed that a Viera kit is a male, it will be given into the care of another, that it may learn the ways of the Wood-warder─protectors of the forest."
99,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_624,"Once every three to five summers, male Viera will descend from the trees to a nearby village to mate."
100,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_625,"It is at this time, if there are any recently discovered jacks still living amongst the females, that the older male will make them his wards and teach them how to survive without the crutch of companionship."
101,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_626,"Only following countless seasons of training and strict adherence to the Green Word will the students themselves earn the title of master, and be allowed to seek solitude."
102,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_627,"More than few will perish during this brutal rite of passage, further thinning the tribe's males, until only those with the strongest seed remain."
103,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_628,"As I explained before, the duty of a male Viera─a Wood-warder─is to see that their tribe's demesne remain untouched by the destructive whims of outsiders. Yet, they do so from the shadows, oft choosing to shoot first, and not even bother with questions."
104,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_629,"The females, on the other hand, are much more open in their relationship with the wood, though I use the term “open” in its most loosest of senses. More than simply defend the forest, they seek also to nurture it─clearing undergrowth, removing fallen trees, planting seeds, eradicating vermin."
105,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_630,"Efforts by past kings to bring Viera lands under Dalmascan rule have been met with either indifference or violence. As of late, Rabanastre has suffered the Viera their self-governance, with the promise the villages will not take up their bows against the throne."
106,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_631,"When I was younger and far more the fool than I am now, I asked a Viera if she did not find her tribe's ways awkward. Was it not within the natural order for males and females of a species to coexist?"
107,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_632,The woman answered me thus: “The value of coexistence will not be found 'neath a loincloth.
108,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_633,"""Long has our kind endured understanding that the distance 'twixt two bodies does not dictate the distance 'twixt two souls.“"
109,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_640,I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea.
110,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_643,I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea.
111,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_645,"A shrewd bit of compromise, if there ever was one. Not only will it save lives, but give the resistance one less thing to worry over, allowing them more time to concentrate on uniting their ranks."
112,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_646,And there was no easy way for the Alliances to refuse the entreaty without painting themselves just as heartless as the Empire. This is the children and the elderly we are talking about here.
113,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_647,"Nevertheless, a logistical nightmare awaits those tasked with seeing the masses safely across the eastern and western borders. It will be quite an undertaking, and many might still perish."
114,TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_648,"However, it is my deepest desire that Dalmasca might eventually follow in the footsteps of her neighbors and finally break free from the imperial yoke. Ah, did I say “deepest desire”? Considering recent events, that was in poor taste. My apologies."
1 key 0 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_000 1 You have short questions, I have short answers. Relatively speaking, of course.
2 # 1 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_005 Allow me a moment to deviate from my normal routine and thank you personally for rescuing my dear friend Jenomis: thank you.
3 int32 str 2 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_006 str With that out of the way, what is it you would like to know?
4 0 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_000 3 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q1_000_000 You have short questions, I have short answers. Relatively speaking, of course. What will you ask?
5 1 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_005 4 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_000 Allow me a moment to deviate from my normal routine and thank you personally for rescuing my dear friend Jenomis: thank you. Who is Jenomis cen Lexentale?
6 2 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_006 5 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_001 With that out of the way, what is it you would like to know? What is the Majestic Theater Company?
7 3 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q1_000_000 6 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_002 What will you ask? What is the Zodiac Brave Story?
8 4 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_000 7 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_003 Who is Jenomis cen Lexentale? How is the Majestic's telling different from legend?
9 5 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_001 8 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_004 What is the Majestic Theater Company? What happened to Dalmasca?
10 6 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_002 9 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_005 What is the Zodiac Brave Story? Who are you and what is a dramaturge?
11 7 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_003 10 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_006 How is the Majestic's telling different from legend? Do you know the wandering minstrel?
12 8 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_004 11 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_0010 What happened to Dalmasca? Nothing.
13 9 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_005 12 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_100 Who are you and what is a dramaturge? Jenomis had been at the Magitek Academy for but a handful of summers when he founded his own theater troupe, and it was but a handful more before his plays began attracting recognition in various influential literary circles.
14 10 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_006 13 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_101 Do you know the wandering minstrel? Although Jenomis is not a prolific writer, what he lacks in quantity he makes up tenfold in quality. The public especially adored the few pieces he both produced and starred in. So popular were his troupe's productions that admirers would have to book their seats a year or more in advance.
15 11 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A1_000_0010 14 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_102 Nothing. And though he was widely regarded as one of the finest playwrights in the Empire, none was more surprised than Jenomis himself when Emperor Solus zos Galvus, in recognition of the young principal's accomplishments, presented him with his very own airship.
16 12 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_100 15 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_103 Jenomis had been at the Magitek Academy for but a handful of summers when he founded his own theater troupe, and it was but a handful more before his plays began attracting recognition in various influential literary circles. This has since become a source of considerable ire for the new emperor, but I think Jenomis would have it no other way. You see, where his art is concerned, Jenomis will not compromise. He will write and rewrite and then rewrite again until he has achieved what he believes to be perfection.
17 13 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_101 16 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_104 Although Jenomis is not a prolific writer, what he lacks in quantity he makes up tenfold in quality. The public especially adored the few pieces he both produced and starred in. So popular were his troupe's productions that admirers would have to book their seats a year or more in advance. He will create something so perfect that even his greatest detractor will be forced to acknowledge its genius. Critics applaud Jenomis for his cunning, but I know it to be merely a by-product of his inherent stubbornness. Jenomis simply cannot─will not─settle for anything less than the best.
18 14 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_102 17 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_120 And though he was widely regarded as one of the finest playwrights in the Empire, none was more surprised than Jenomis himself when Emperor Solus zos Galvus, in recognition of the young principal's accomplishments, presented him with his very own airship. Since its inception during Jenomis's Academy days, the Majestic Theater Company has been busily producing and performing some of the Empire's most memorable works.
19 15 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_103 18 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_121 This has since become a source of considerable ire for the new emperor, but I think Jenomis would have it no other way. You see, where his art is concerned, Jenomis will not compromise. He will write and rewrite and then rewrite again until he has achieved what he believes to be perfection. From tragedies to comedies, classics to modern adaptations, monodrama to musicals, there was nothing the Majestic couldn't do─and do brilliantly.
20 16 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_104 19 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_122 He will create something so perfect that even his greatest detractor will be forced to acknowledge its genius. Critics applaud Jenomis for his cunning, but I know it to be merely a by-product of his inherent stubbornness. Jenomis simply cannot─will not─settle for anything less than the best. At the time of *The Zodiac Brave Story*'s debut, the theater was home to over five score performers and stagehands, all living here on the *Prima Vista*. Now... Well, you can see where we stand.
21 17 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_120 20 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_140 Since its inception during Jenomis's Academy days, the Majestic Theater Company has been busily producing and performing some of the Empire's most memorable works. The Zodiac Brave Story is a tale as old as time.
22 18 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_121 21 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_141 From tragedies to comedies, classics to modern adaptations, monodrama to musicals, there was nothing the Majestic couldn't do─and do brilliantly. Whenever the kingdom was threatened, be it by tyranny, evil forces, or realm-wide disaster, twelve blessed heroes would emerge to bring light back to Ivalice. Those twelve were known as the Zodiac Braves.
23 19 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_122 22 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_142 At the time of <Emphasis>The Zodiac Brave Story</Emphasis>'s debut, the theater was home to over five score performers and stagehands, all living here on the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>. Now... Well, you can see where we stand. Each era had its own Zodiac Braves─Müllenkamp the star seer, Saint Ajora, the assassin Ashley. I can list at least five others, but by far the most popular has always been King Delita.
24 20 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_140 23 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_143 The Zodiac Brave Story is a tale as old as time. Following the death of its king, Ivalice's long-standing Atkascha dynasty finds itself without an heir. In an attempt to claim the throne, the Order of the Northern Sky under the banner of the White Lion and the Order of the Southern Sky under the Black Lion wage war, resulting in the death of thousands and a veritable stalemate.
25 21 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_141 24 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_144 Whenever the kingdom was threatened, be it by tyranny, evil forces, or realm-wide disaster, twelve blessed heroes would emerge to bring light back to Ivalice. Those twelve were known as the Zodiac Braves. When all of Ivalice was at war with itself, he and eleven of his most trusted companions set out to bring order to the realm. Though not of noble birth, Delita would ultimately unite the land as regent, and the twelve became known as that era's Zodiac Braves.
26 22 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_142 25 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_145 Each era had its own Zodiac Braves─Müllenkamp the star seer, Saint Ajora, the assassin Ashley. I can list at least five others, but by far the most popular has always been King Delita. There has been much debate as to whether the legend is based on actual historical events or merely fiction, but most scholars agree that there is simply too little evidence to substantiate claims of Ivalice's existence.
27 23 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_143 26 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_146 Following the death of its king, Ivalice's long-standing Atkascha dynasty finds itself without an heir. In an attempt to claim the throne, the Order of the Northern Sky under the banner of the White Lion and the Order of the Southern Sky under the Black Lion wage war, resulting in the death of thousands and a veritable stalemate. There are no ruins, there are no relics. And the stories we are left with...well, they are just that─stories. What's worse, there are so many of them, each with its own peculiarities, that only the most basic elements actually line up.
28 24 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_144 27 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_147 When all of Ivalice was at war with itself, he and eleven of his most trusted companions set out to bring order to the realm. Though not of noble birth, Delita would ultimately unite the land as regent, and the twelve became known as that era's Zodiac Braves. Even some of the more recent renderings of the legend feature dramatic deviations, the most notable being that Delita was assassinated before even taking the throne, instead of becoming king after his marriage to Princess Ovelia Atkascha.
29 25 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_145 28 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_148 There has been much debate as to whether the legend is based on actual historical events or merely fiction, but most scholars agree that there is simply too little evidence to substantiate claims of Ivalice's existence. But that has always been the trouble with bards and minstrels. You can't trust a single one of them not to change the story here or there for the sake of a rhyme.
30 26 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_146 29 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_149 There are no ruins, there are no relics. And the stories we are left with...well, they are just that─stories. What's worse, there are so many of them, each with its own peculiarities, that only the most basic elements actually line up. And so here we are, left in the dark without a light to ponder a mystery only the gods know.
31 27 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_147 30 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_160 Even some of the more recent renderings of the legend feature dramatic deviations, the most notable being that Delita was assassinated before even taking the throne, instead of becoming king after his marriage to Princess Ovelia Atkascha. Unsurprisingly there are many plays which attempt a telling of the Zodiac Brave Story, but none have been as well received as the Majestic's rendition.
32 28 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_148 31 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_161 But that has always been the trouble with bards and minstrels. You can't trust a single one of them not to change the story here or there for the sake of a rhyme. When Jenomis told me he was considering his own retelling of the legend, I was not remotely surprised. When he subsequently revealed his intention to make it a musical, however, I nearly spat out my mead.
33 29 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_149 32 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_162 And so here we are, left in the dark without a light to ponder a mystery only the gods know. Not content simply to write the play, he composed the music, penned the lyrics, and even saw to the damned *choreography*. I had never seen anything like it. With the completion of *The Zodiac Brave Story*, he proved his genius once and for all.
34 30 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_160 33 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_163 Unsurprisingly there are many plays which attempt a telling of the Zodiac Brave Story, but none have been as well received as the Majestic's rendition. The musical is divided into five acts, the first three focusing on Delita's service to the Church of Glabados, his first encounter with Princess Ovelia Atkascha, and his subsequent oath to see her become queen.
35 31 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_161 34 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_164 When Jenomis told me he was considering his own retelling of the legend, I was not remotely surprised. When he subsequently revealed his intention to make it a musical, however, I nearly spat out my mead. The final two acts move to the War of the Lions, culminating in Delita's betrothal to the princess, and their tragic end.
36 32 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_162 35 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_165 Not content simply to write the play, he composed the music, penned the lyrics, and even saw to the damned <Emphasis>choreography</Emphasis>. I had never seen anything like it. With the completion of <Emphasis>The Zodiac Brave Story</Emphasis>, he proved his genius once and for all. The ensemble scene in which Delita, lost in his web of lies, reveals the truth of his plans to the gods on one side of the stage, while on the other, Princess Ovelia swears to the selfsame gods that she will put the past behind her... *Genius.* A masterpiece of modern theater.
37 33 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_163 36 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_180 The musical is divided into five acts, the first three focusing on Delita's service to the Church of Glabados, his first encounter with Princess Ovelia Atkascha, and his subsequent oath to see her become queen. The Dalmasca Desert is a vast wasteland situated in the southern reaches of central Othard, sharing an eastern border with Nagxia. So large is the desert that it is divided into two regions, the Estersands and the Westersands.
38 34 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_164 37 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_181 The final two acts move to the War of the Lions, culminating in Delita's betrothal to the princess, and their tragic end. Thirty years ago, the Kingdom of Dalmasca was invaded by the Garlean Empire. When the king and his council refused to pledge fealty to the Empire, war erupted, resulting in the end of the royal B'nargin line.
39 35 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_165 38 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_182 The ensemble scene in which Delita, lost in his web of lies, reveals the truth of his plans to the gods on one side of the stage, while on the other, Princess Ovelia swears to the selfsame gods that she will put the past behind her... <Emphasis>Genius.</Emphasis> A masterpiece of modern theater. For a thousand years, Dalmasca had maintained its independence, only to see it crumble in a matter of moons before the might of Solus zos Galvus's metal-clad legions. Even the Royal City of Rabanastre─the fabled Desert Sapphire─was not spared.
40 36 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_180 39 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_183 The Dalmasca Desert is a vast wasteland situated in the southern reaches of central Othard, sharing an eastern border with Nagxia. So large is the desert that it is divided into two regions, the Estersands and the Westersands. Emboldened by the uprisings in Doma and Ala Mhigo, resistance groups within Dalmasca have attempted coups of their own, yet all have been silenced─the Empire always seeming to know exactly when and where the insurgencies would begin.
41 37 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_181 40 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_184 Thirty years ago, the Kingdom of Dalmasca was invaded by the Garlean Empire. When the king and his council refused to pledge fealty to the Empire, war erupted, resulting in the end of the royal B'nargin line. When I was a boy, I accompanied my father on one of his caravans to Rabanastre, and consider myself fortunate to have seen the Royal City before its fall. The sight of its minarets bathed in the gold of sunset is something I will never forget.
42 38 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_182 41 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_200 For a thousand years, Dalmasca had maintained its independence, only to see it crumble in a matter of moons before the might of Solus zos Galvus's metal-clad legions. Even the Royal City of Rabanastre─the fabled Desert Sapphire─was not spared. Who am I? A simple question with a not-so-simple answer. I can begin by telling you who I am not: namely, a member of the Majestic Theater Company.
43 39 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_183 42 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_201 Emboldened by the uprisings in Doma and Ala Mhigo, resistance groups within Dalmasca have attempted coups of their own, yet all have been silenced─the Empire always seeming to know exactly when and where the insurgencies would begin. I am a playwright like Principal Lexentale, but unlike him, I have chosen to remain independent. Jenomis is an old friend, and when I heard he would be making the journey east, I asked if I could join him. You see, I too share many of the ideals that have fallen out of favor in the imperial court.
44 40 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_184 43 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_202 When I was a boy, I accompanied my father on one of his caravans to Rabanastre, and consider myself fortunate to have seen the Royal City before its fall. The sight of its minarets bathed in the gold of sunset is something I will never forget. As for who is the better writer...well, it is not for me to say. I will, however, admit to being a considerably *slower* writer, as my publishers will all too readily attest. To make matters worse, I have also developed a passion for cookery of late, and spend a great deal of my time here assisting the galley staff in exchange for my passage on the *Prima Vista*. Perhaps a change of profession is in order...
45 41 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_200 44 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_220 Who am I? A simple question with a not-so-simple answer. I can begin by telling you who I am not: namely, a member of the Majestic Theater Company. The minstrel? With the disheveled hair? As strange a fish as any I've seen...and I have seen plenty on my travels.
46 42 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_201 45 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_221 I am a playwright like Principal Lexentale, but unlike him, I have chosen to remain independent. Jenomis is an old friend, and when I heard he would be making the journey east, I asked if I could join him. You see, I too share many of the ideals that have fallen out of favor in the imperial court. Most bards simply retell the tales of high adventure, adding a twang of the lute here and a toot of the fife there for flavor. But the wandering minstrel is different. He seems more inclined to challenge his audience than entertain them.
47 43 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_202 46 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_222 As for who is the better writer...well, it is not for me to say. I will, however, admit to being a considerably <Emphasis>slower</Emphasis> writer, as my publishers will all too readily attest. To make matters worse, I have also developed a passion for cookery of late, and spend a great deal of my time here assisting the galley staff in exchange for my passage on the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>. Perhaps a change of profession is in order... One might say he is a god creating worlds for his children to play in. Or not. A god would never be caught wearing those spectacles. Still, there is much a playwright like myself might learn from such a fellow...
48 44 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_220 47 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q2_000_000 The minstrel? With the disheveled hair? As strange a fish as any I've seen...and I have seen plenty on my travels. What will you ask?
49 45 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_221 48 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_000 Most bards simply retell the tales of high adventure, adding a twang of the lute here and a toot of the fife there for flavor. But the wandering minstrel is different. He seems more inclined to challenge his audience than entertain them. About the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca.
50 46 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_222 49 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_001 One might say he is a god creating worlds for his children to play in. Or not. A god would never be caught wearing those spectacles. Still, there is much a playwright like myself might learn from such a fellow... About the Dalmascan uprising.
51 47 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q2_000_000 50 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_002 What will you ask?
52 48 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_000 51 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_0010 About the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca. Nothing.
53 49 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_001 52 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_300 About the Dalmascan uprising. It has been almost thirty summers since the Empire's conquest of Dalmasca─the annexation coming some years before the invasions of both Ala Mhigo and Doma.
54 50 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_002 53 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_301 The campaign was led by Legatus Noah van Gabranth of the IVth Imperial Legion, and waged over six bloody moons.
55 51 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A2_000_0010 54 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_302 Nothing. It was the fall of the supposedly impenetrable stronghold at Nalbina, with the loss of some seventy thousand Dalmascan swords, that ultimately turned the tide in the Empire's favor.
56 52 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_300 55 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_303 It has been almost thirty summers since the Empire's conquest of Dalmasca─the annexation coming some years before the invasions of both Ala Mhigo and Doma. When it was discovered that the list of casualties included both Prince Rasler and his twin sister Princess Ashelia, all fight left the embattled regent and he soon thereafter conceded the crown.
57 53 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_301 56 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_304 The campaign was led by Legatus Noah van Gabranth of the IVth Imperial Legion, and waged over six bloody moons. He passed not long after his surrender, and while the official explanation was that he succumbed to illness, rumors of suicide and even assassination persist to this day. What is certain, however, is that with his death, the B'nargin line─one that had endured for a thousand summers─finally came to an end.
58 54 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_302 57 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_320 It was the fall of the supposedly impenetrable stronghold at Nalbina, with the loss of some seventy thousand Dalmascan swords, that ultimately turned the tide in the Empire's favor. The Dalmascans took to their new rulers about as well as one might expect, and in the years since the annexation, several sizable uprisings have caught flame, only to be quelled by the Empire's might.
59 55 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_303 58 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_321 When it was discovered that the list of casualties included both Prince Rasler and his twin sister Princess Ashelia, all fight left the embattled regent and he soon thereafter conceded the crown. That does not, however, mean we Garleans have emerged from these bouts of insurrection unscathed. One recent example is the Barheim Incident, in which scores of imperial colonists met their end.
60 56 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_304 59 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_322 He passed not long after his surrender, and while the official explanation was that he succumbed to illness, rumors of suicide and even assassination persist to this day. What is certain, however, is that with his death, the B'nargin line─one that had endured for a thousand summers─finally came to an end. In response to this rather arbitrary display of defiance, the Emperor sent the XIVth Legion back to Dalmasca, where, under the watch of Livia sas Junius, suspected rebels were hunted down like rats and slaughtered without trial.
61 57 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_320 60 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_323 The Dalmascans took to their new rulers about as well as one might expect, and in the years since the annexation, several sizable uprisings have caught flame, only to be quelled by the Empire's might. Of course, this served only to embolden the resistance. Yet, the ending of their tale was not as happy as those told in Doma and Ala Mhigo...as you will have gleaned from your recent visit to Rabanastre.
62 58 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_321 61 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_324 That does not, however, mean we Garleans have emerged from these bouts of insurrection unscathed. One recent example is the Barheim Incident, in which scores of imperial colonists met their end. Which is not to say the resistance is no more. If anything, it grows stronger, its members biding their time deep in the endless labyrinth that lies beneath the capital.
63 59 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_322 62 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_325 In response to this rather arbitrary display of defiance, the Emperor sent the XIVth Legion back to Dalmasca, where, under the watch of Livia sas Junius, suspected rebels were hunted down like rats and slaughtered without trial. I have even heard it whispered that they are now rallied under a new leader─a charismatic young firebrand the people call “Princess Ashe.” What? Of course it cannot be the *real* Ashelia. Even had she survived the tragedy at Nalbina, Her Highness would by now have seen nigh on fifty summers!
64 60 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_323 63 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_340 Of course, this served only to embolden the resistance. Yet, the ending of their tale was not as happy as those told in Doma and Ala Mhigo...as you will have gleaned from your recent visit to Rabanastre.
65 61 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_324 64 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_341 Which is not to say the resistance is no more. If anything, it grows stronger, its members biding their time deep in the endless labyrinth that lies beneath the capital.
66 62 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_325 65 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_500 I have even heard it whispered that they are now rallied under a new leader─a charismatic young firebrand the people call “Princess Ashe.” What? Of course it cannot be the <Emphasis>real</Emphasis> Ashelia. Even had she survived the tragedy at Nalbina, Her Highness would by now have seen nigh on fifty summers! The body is but a vessel for the soul... A puppet which bends to the soul's...something... And lo, the body is not eternal, for─
67 63 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_340 66 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_501 Ah, you must forgive me, Player. I was lost in my work. Several of my patrons are expecting returns on their considerable investments, you see.
68 64 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_341 67 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_510 It must feed on the flesh of others...lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive...despise, and murder...something...
69 65 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_500 68 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_511 The body is but a vessel for the soul... A puppet which bends to the soul's...something... And lo, the body is not eternal, for─ What was that, you ask? Oh, a little something commissioned by a local noble. It *has* been several moons since I accepted his coin, so I figured 'twas high time I put pen to parchment.
70 66 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_501 69 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_512 Ah, you must forgive me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. I was lost in my work. Several of my patrons are expecting returns on their considerable investments, you see. Was there aught *you* needed?
71 67 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_510 70 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_520 It must feed on the flesh of others...lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive...despise, and murder...something... If what we just witnessed were truly teleportation magicks, then the amount of aether required to create a portal that large from such a distance would surely be immense.
72 68 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_511 71 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_530 What was that, you ask? Oh, a little something commissioned by a local noble. It <Emphasis>has</Emphasis> been several moons since I accepted his coin, so I figured 'twas high time I put pen to parchment. Yes, it would appear that Ultima has abandoned Alma, only to take possession of her poor brother.
73 69 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_512 72 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_531 Was there aught <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> needed? But riddle me this, Player─what type of being would require a mortal vessel?
74 70 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_520 73 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_532 If what we just witnessed were truly teleportation magicks, then the amount of aether required to create a portal that large from such a distance would surely be immense. Correct, one without a corporeal form of its own. So the true question is, then, now that the High Seraph has one in Ramza, what exactly will she become?
75 71 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_530 74 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_533 Yes, it would appear that Ultima has abandoned Alma, only to take possession of her poor brother. Our only hope is that if Ultima requires Ramza's body to wield her might, then she will do everything in her power to keep it from harm.
76 72 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_531 75 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_540 But riddle me this, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>─what type of being would require a mortal vessel? Words cannot describe how happy we all are to have Ramza back aboard the *Prima Vista*...and it is literally my job to use words to describe things.
77 73 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_532 76 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_550 Correct, one without a corporeal form of its own. So the true question is, then, now that the High Seraph has one in Ramza, what exactly will she become? I run, you give chase... I am the hart...and you the...something... But this hart has laid... Has laid─
78 74 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_533 77 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_551 Our only hope is that if Ultima requires Ramza's body to wield her might, then she will do everything in her power to keep it from harm. Ah, Player! You have caught me again in the throes of a bloody bout with my archnemesis, writer's block. Perhaps a change of pace would serve me well.
79 75 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_540 78 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_552 Words cannot describe how happy we all are to have Ramza back aboard the <Emphasis>Prima Vista</Emphasis>...and it is literally my job to use words to describe things. Was there aught *you* needed?
80 76 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_550 79 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q3_000_000 I run, you give chase... I am the hart...and you the...something... But this hart has laid... Has laid─ What will you ask?
81 77 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_551 80 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_000 Ah, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! You have caught me again in the throes of a bloody bout with my archnemesis, writer's block. Perhaps a change of pace would serve me well. About Viera culture.
82 78 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_552 81 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_001 Was there aught <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> needed? About Viera physiology.
83 79 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_Q3_000_000 82 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_002 What will you ask? About Dalmascan refugees.
84 80 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_000 83 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_010 About Viera culture. Nothing.
85 81 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_001 84 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_600 About Viera physiology. Ah, yes. I have learned much of the leporine folk during my travels, so let us start off with the most basic of details─there exist two distinct clans, the light-skinned Veena Viera, and the darker-skinned Rava Viera.
86 82 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_002 85 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_601 About Dalmascan refugees. The word Viera itself means “people of the wood,” and true to that name, both the Rava and the Veena make their homes exclusively in the Golmore Jungle, or the primeval forests which line the southwestern foothills of the Skatay Range, respectively.
87 83 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_A3_000_010 86 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_602 Nothing. Until recently─perhaps the past several generations─a Viera living outside her homeland was unheard of, and those who abandoned their tribes were branded outcasts.
88 84 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_600 87 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_603 Ah, yes. I have learned much of the leporine folk during my travels, so let us start off with the most basic of details─there exist two distinct clans, the light-skinned Veena Viera, and the darker-skinned Rava Viera. You see, the Viera follow a strict code called the “Green Word” that binds them to their land and prohibits all contact with the outside world unless absolutely necessary.
89 85 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_601 88 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_604 The word Viera itself means “people of the wood,” and true to that name, both the Rava and the Veena make their homes exclusively in the Golmore Jungle, or the primeval forests which line the southwestern foothills of the Skatay Range, respectively. Similar to that of the Miqo'te Keepers of the Moon, the Viera's societal hierarchy is strictly matriarchal. You will find no males in the villages of both the Veena and the Rava, let alone in positions of rule.
90 86 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_602 89 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_605 Until recently─perhaps the past several generations─a Viera living outside her homeland was unheard of, and those who abandoned their tribes were branded outcasts. Yet, that does not mean they do not play an important role in Viera society. The males take up the mantle of Wood-warder─protectors of the forest─and serve their tribes by seeing no evil encroach on their tribe's sacred demesne.
91 87 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_603 90 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_606 You see, the Viera follow a strict code called the “Green Word” that binds them to their land and prohibits all contact with the outside world unless absolutely necessary. Males, for the most part, are reclusive, shunning contact with even their own kin, save for the rare occasion they return to their village of birth to sow their seed and to claim any boys who have reached adulthood...but I shall speak of that queer custom at length later.
92 88 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_604 91 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_607 Similar to that of the Miqo'te Keepers of the Moon, the Viera's societal hierarchy is strictly matriarchal. You will find no males in the villages of both the Veena and the Rava, let alone in positions of rule. In other words, tread not the wood with hopes of finding a male Viera, for you will be met with naught but disappointment...or worse, death.
93 89 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_605 92 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_608 Yet, that does not mean they do not play an important role in Viera society. The males take up the mantle of Wood-warder─protectors of the forest─and serve their tribes by seeing no evil encroach on their tribe's sacred demesne. This, however, is not to discredit the martial prowess of female Viera. The women of the wood are as formidable as the men, and merely choose to devote their attention to the protection of their hearth and young.
94 90 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_606 93 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_609 Males, for the most part, are reclusive, shunning contact with even their own kin, save for the rare occasion they return to their village of birth to sow their seed and to claim any boys who have reached adulthood...but I shall speak of that queer custom at length later. Without a supportive community, the males must constantly struggle to survive. Food, clothing, weapons, medicines─all must be procured or crafted by the individual and without the aid of another. The male lives alone and dies alone. This has gone unchanged for countless generations.
95 91 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_607 94 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_610 In other words, tread not the wood with hopes of finding a male Viera, for you will be met with naught but disappointment...or worse, death. I spent many a moon in the Desert Sapphire, and while I saw all manner of wondrous creatures, not once did I lay mine eyes upon a male Viera, nor did I hear of one living in the city. They simply do not exist to us.
96 92 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_608 95 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_620 This, however, is not to discredit the martial prowess of female Viera. The women of the wood are as formidable as the men, and merely choose to devote their attention to the protection of their hearth and young. For the Viera, the hands of time move at a far more leisurely pace than they do for the rest of us. Whereas a Hyur might consider themselves fortunate to see, say, eighty winters before her return to the Lifestream, a Viera can endure up to twelve score or more.
97 93 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_609 96 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_621 Without a supportive community, the males must constantly struggle to survive. Food, clothing, weapons, medicines─all must be procured or crafted by the individual and without the aid of another. The male lives alone and dies alone. This has gone unchanged for countless generations. It is estimated that upwards of eight in ten Viera are born female, though it is not until at least the thirteenth nameday─when the individual moves from adolescence into adulthood─that the individual's gender becomes apparent.
98 94 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_610 97 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_622 I spent many a moon in the Desert Sapphire, and while I saw all manner of wondrous creatures, not once did I lay mine eyes upon a male Viera, nor did I hear of one living in the city. They simply do not exist to us. Then, for the next two centuries will the Viera maintain its physical youth, rendering it nigh impossible to discern one's age simply from outward appearances.
99 95 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_620 98 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_623 For the Viera, the hands of time move at a far more leisurely pace than they do for the rest of us. Whereas a Hyur might consider themselves fortunate to see, say, eighty winters before <If(PlayerParameter(4))>her<Else/>his</If> return to the Lifestream, a Viera can endure up to twelve score or more. When it is revealed that a Viera kit is a male, it will be given into the care of another, that it may learn the ways of the Wood-warder─protectors of the forest.
100 96 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_621 99 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_624 It is estimated that upwards of eight in ten Viera are born female, though it is not until at least the thirteenth nameday─when the individual moves from adolescence into adulthood─that the individual's gender becomes apparent. Once every three to five summers, male Viera will descend from the trees to a nearby village to mate.
101 97 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_622 100 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_625 Then, for the next two centuries will the Viera maintain its physical youth, rendering it nigh impossible to discern one's age simply from outward appearances. It is at this time, if there are any recently discovered jacks still living amongst the females, that the older male will make them his wards and teach them how to survive without the crutch of companionship.
102 98 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_623 101 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_626 When it is revealed that a Viera kit is a male, it will be given into the care of another, that it may learn the ways of the Wood-warder─protectors of the forest. Only following countless seasons of training and strict adherence to the Green Word will the students themselves earn the title of master, and be allowed to seek solitude.
103 99 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_624 102 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_627 Once every three to five summers, male Viera will descend from the trees to a nearby village to mate. More than few will perish during this brutal rite of passage, further thinning the tribe's males, until only those with the strongest seed remain.
104 100 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_625 103 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_628 It is at this time, if there are any recently discovered jacks still living amongst the females, that the older male will make them his wards and teach them how to survive without the crutch of companionship. As I explained before, the duty of a male Viera─a Wood-warder─is to see that their tribe's demesne remain untouched by the destructive whims of outsiders. Yet, they do so from the shadows, oft choosing to shoot first, and not even bother with questions.
105 101 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_626 104 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_629 Only following countless seasons of training and strict adherence to the Green Word will the students themselves earn the title of master, and be allowed to seek solitude. The females, on the other hand, are much more open in their relationship with the wood, though I use the term “open” in its most loosest of senses. More than simply defend the forest, they seek also to nurture it─clearing undergrowth, removing fallen trees, planting seeds, eradicating vermin.
106 102 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_627 105 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_630 More than few will perish during this brutal rite of passage, further thinning the tribe's males, until only those with the strongest seed remain. Efforts by past kings to bring Viera lands under Dalmascan rule have been met with either indifference or violence. As of late, Rabanastre has suffered the Viera their self-governance, with the promise the villages will not take up their bows against the throne.
107 103 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_628 106 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_631 As I explained before, the duty of a male Viera─a Wood-warder─is to see that their tribe's demesne remain untouched by the destructive whims of outsiders. Yet, they do so from the shadows, oft choosing to shoot first, and not even bother with questions. When I was younger and far more the fool than I am now, I asked a Viera if she did not find her tribe's ways awkward. Was it not within the natural order for males and females of a species to coexist?
108 104 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_629 107 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_632 The females, on the other hand, are much more open in their relationship with the wood, though I use the term “open” in its most loosest of senses. More than simply defend the forest, they seek also to nurture it─clearing undergrowth, removing fallen trees, planting seeds, eradicating vermin. The woman answered me thus: “The value of coexistence will not be found 'neath a loincloth.
109 105 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_630 108 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_633 Efforts by past kings to bring Viera lands under Dalmascan rule have been met with either indifference or violence. As of late, Rabanastre has suffered the Viera their self-governance, with the promise the villages will not take up their bows against the throne. "Long has our kind endured understanding that the distance 'twixt two bodies does not dictate the distance 'twixt two souls.“
110 106 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_631 109 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_640 When I was younger and far more the fool than I am now, I asked a Viera if she did not find her tribe's ways awkward. Was it not within the natural order for males and females of a species to coexist? I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea.
111 107 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_632 110 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_643 The woman answered me thus: “The value of coexistence will not be found 'neath a loincloth. I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea.
112 108 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_633 111 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_645 "Long has our kind endured understanding that the distance 'twixt two bodies does not dictate the distance 'twixt two souls.“ A shrewd bit of compromise, if there ever was one. Not only will it save lives, but give the resistance one less thing to worry over, allowing them more time to concentrate on uniting their ranks.
113 109 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_640 112 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_646 I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea. And there was no easy way for the Alliances to refuse the entreaty without painting themselves just as heartless as the Empire. This is the children and the elderly we are talking about here.
114 110 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_643 113 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_647 I spoke with Lady Fran about her efforts to see Dalmasca's displaced relocated to both Doma and Eorzea. Nevertheless, a logistical nightmare awaits those tasked with seeing the masses safely across the eastern and western borders. It will be quite an undertaking, and many might still perish.
115 111 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_645 114 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_648 A shrewd bit of compromise, if there ever was one. Not only will it save lives, but give the resistance one less thing to worry over, allowing them more time to concentrate on uniting their ranks. However, it is my deepest desire that Dalmasca might eventually follow in the footsteps of her neighbors and finally break free from the imperial yoke. Ah, did I say “deepest desire”? Considering recent events, that was in poor taste. My apologies.
112 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_646 And there was no easy way for the Alliances to refuse the entreaty without painting themselves just as heartless as the Empire. This is the children and the elderly we are talking about here.
113 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_647 Nevertheless, a logistical nightmare awaits those tasked with seeing the masses safely across the eastern and western borders. It will be quite an undertaking, and many might still perish.
114 TEXT_REGHIN3WANDERINGWRITER_00435_WANDERINGWRITER_000_648 However, it is my deepest desire that Dalmasca might eventually follow in the footsteps of her neighbors and finally break free from the imperial yoke. Ah, did I say “deepest desire”? Considering recent events, that was in poor taste. My apologies.