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 1039,"The return of night to Norvrandt should have brought peaceful slumber to the Church of the First Light, but within its ruined chapels crawls an uneasy horde of sin eaters. With the aid of the faerie king, you must venture down the pilgrim road to attend an unlikely funeral and grant eternal rest to all who yet yearn for oblivion."
 1040,"The return of night to Norvrandt should have brought peaceful slumber to the Church of the First Light, but within its ruined chapels crawls an uneasy horde of sin eaters. With the aid of the faerie king, you must venture down the pilgrim road to attend an unlikely funeral and grant eternal rest to all who yet yearn for oblivion."
 1041,"The return of night to Norvrandt should have brought peaceful slumber to the Church of the First Light, but within its ruined chapels crawls an uneasy horde of sin eaters. With the aid of the faerie king, you must venture down the pilgrim road to attend an unlikely funeral and grant eternal rest to all who yet yearn for oblivion."
-1042,"The faux commander yearns for a tale of undying vengeance, and as you revisit your numerous memories of such, you recall the auspice Seiryu and his single-minded desire to destroy his loathed foe. Your mind's eye brings that furious encounter to vivid life, and you find yourself facing the mighty being once more in a bid to quell his aramitama ere it consumes him..."
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 1043,"Animal carcasses have been turning up left and right in Shaaloani, with a mysterious mark bill suggesting that a new monster prowls the plains. Tasked with hunting the beast, you set off to meet your client, a stray Felyne, and together with their stalwart Seikret companion, scour the wilds and identify your mark: Guardian Arkveld. Now invigorated by a repast of grilled meat and equipped with potent mega potions, the time is come to end the Guardian's rampage and return peace to the wilds!"
 1044,"The wandering minstrel sings of a lone Guardian, whose obsession with aether would have invited ruin upon the wildlife of Shaaloani. Had the white wanderer─this beast from beyond─never spent its strength facing Serpentlord Ttokrrone, what power might it have brought to bear against you? The minstrel’s musings ignite your imagination, drawing you back to that arduous encounter, now more arduous still..."
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 1061,"By entrusting their memories of departed loved ones to the cloud, Alexandrians have long escaped the grief of separation. Being thus forced to confront the realities of mortal existence, what then filled their hearts was a dark and unreasoning terror. Harnessing this heightened fear of death for his own ends, a genius of an age gone by now channels the people's desperate prayers for succor into a new primal incarnation. It falls to the Warrior of Light to stand unflinching in the face of fear-made-manifest, and claim victory over this inexorable entity."
 1062,"Powerful was the onset of fear felt by a people who had long escaped death's mournful memories. And powerful was the entity which that fear begat. And yet, the minstrel muses, how much more powerful still would the primal be were it fed upon the dread of its summoner─a child genius who felt the hand of death close ever tighter upon his shoulder every day of his disease-ravaged life? The horror of that beleaguered heart begins to infect your own as the first chilling notes of the song pour forth from somber lips..."
 1063,"Shaped by your offerings, a deep anguish burgeons from the sleepless abyss. Only those with the fortitude to face an aberration of both Light and Darkness may navigate this waking dream and overcome the damnation trapped upon a holy road."
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+1064,"Beneath the Ninth's roiling sky lies the Mist Continent, once home to the Kingdom of Alexandria and her fellow nations. The nearest of these, according to Sphene, was the city-state of Treno. It is toward that potential bastion of civilization that you and your companions now forge a path through the storm..."
 1065,"In a distant church of the First Light persists an unholy union, sealed away and forgotten by time. Although no more yielding but a dream, this simulacrum of Light and Darkness will test your readiness to face what lurks at the end of the pilgrim road..."
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+1067,"The faux commander is in the mood for a tale that evokes intense pathos, which prompts you to recall the torment that defined Yotsuyu's life. As your memories of the tragic figure unfold in your mind's eye, you find yourself confronting her once more as the primal Tsukuyomi, majestic as the moon and inevitable as the night..."
+1068,"Your first foe in the heavyweight division is the merciless man-eater Vamp Fatale. A sadistic fighter who harnesses the soul of the desmodont, she sucks the life out of her enemies and adorns her ring with apparatuses designed to torture and maim. Will the unenhanced warrior survive the deadly dominatrix's chamber of horrors and emerge triumphant─or will they be crushed under heel?"
+1069,"Having heard your direct account of your rise through the heavyweight division, Gabbro's imagination runs wild once more. Indeed, he now envisions a world where Vamp Fatale's spectacle of slaughter were a further nightmarish affair. Had her punishment been even more severe, would she have brought you to your knees?"
+1070,"Introducing themselves by devastating Tritails Training, the Xtremes have not only challenged you, but made matters personal. Professional surfers infamous for their dangerous stunts and destructive behavior, the duo harness the souls of storm divers in battle to manipulate the elements of fire and water. For the sake of your second and more, it's time you taught these gym-wreckers some manners."
+1071,"For all their swaggering, the Xtremes wiped out miserably in your bout against them. Yet what if they had the skills to back up their gormless goading? Gabbro's words echo in your mind as you consider his novel notion. Just how extreme could the Xtremes have possibly been at their gnarliest?"
+1072,"The grand champion has condemned your crusade to abolish the use of feral souls, well aware that the outcome of your clash will decide the Arcadion's future. All of Alexandria now watches with great anticipation, eager to see if the unenhanced warrior will usher in a revolution─or if the Tyrant's reign will rage on."
+1073,"The Tyrant's martial mastery combined with the magicks and brute strength of a behemoth made him a fearsome adversary. Ultimately, however, your will prevailed over his in that decisive clash for the title. Yet if he had drawn out more power from the fell beast's soul, who is to say what might have happened?"
+1074,"Upon claiming the Tyrant's crown, you are escorted to the uppermost floor of the Arcadion, where you are at last granted an audience with the president. Yet what meets your eyes is the horrific sight of his soul-imbued form─the serpentine Lindwurm. Arrayed behind him is a sickening display of the fallen immortalized, sacrifices in the president's bid to create a fighter who could contend against him. Now, the stage is set─to avenge the victims of his sinister script and rise to become the true grand champion, you must stop the president once and for all!"
+1075,"The legendary Lindwurm, a serpentine beast renowned for its unequaled regenerative abilities. The president had long sought to heal his ailing fighters with these powers to no avail, only finding success after making the ultimate sacrifice. But what if the Lindwurm's regeneration truly had no limit─what if it could recover from even the most grievous wound? You imagine that dreadful battle once again, now more dreadful still... "
+1076,"Forged by the Kingdom of Lindblum as the war hurtled toward its inevitable conclusion, the Doomtrain is a masterful fusion of arcane life and cold steel. With no battlefields left to besiege, it and its cadre of war-beasts roar back and forth across the continent, devastating its surviving settlements. Now, it approaches Treno at speed, and to derail it will require the great strength─and great recklessness─possessed only by the Warrior of Light... "
+1077,"The storm surged and kingdoms fell, their lands devoured by unrelenting levin. For centuries thereafter, the Doomtrain sped on─but not unchanged, for time tests even the strongest steel. How fearsome it must have been in those halcyon days! The pride of its creators, the hope of its nation! Its headlamp nearly blinds you as the metal thunder draws nearer, and the minstrel's verse lays the track anew..."
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+1080,"Beyond the waters of the Indigo Deep, upon the continent of Tural, there rises a mighty peak whose name means “conqueror of snow”─Worqor Chirteh. Long ago in its shadow, a bloody battle was waged between Yok Huy tribes, and ages on from that struggle, the Grand Companies of Eorzea have secured access to this ancient battlefield that they might put their forces to the proof. Join the fray now beneath your chosen banner, and under the watchful gaze of the snow spirits, fight your way to victory and glory!"
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