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Rinascita II Prologue
Through the Sea Thou Break
Shorekeeper might have some clues about Abby's weakening frequencies. Return to the Black Shores to find out.
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O Rover guided by the tides, you have banished the shadows of war in Jinzhou and crossed the boundaries of time on Mt. Firmament. When you stood upon the secluded shores, did you hear the gospel carried on the tempest winds, echoing across the stormy sea? Did you glimpse the unparalleled splendor that lies within the fabled land of the Echoes? Now, steel your heart and embark on a journey into the unknown, brave the storm, and carve a path to Rinascita.
As the tides receded, a new world and an unexplored adventure awaited you.
Yangyang and Chixia found you unconscious at the Gorges of Spirits. Together, you decided to head to Huanglong's Jinzhou City, marking the beginning of your journey.
Jinzhou, a border city in Huanglong, had long been a battleground against the Threnodian Ovathrax. The Midnight Rangers, led by General Jiyan, fought tirelessly against the waves of Tacet Discords—nightmarish entities created by the Threnodian—near the Norfall Barrens...
Meanwhile, a mysterious organization known as the Fractsidus operated covertly within Jinzhou. They were aiming to resurrect the Threnodian. Somehow, they seemed especially interested in you, going so far as to extend an invitation...
You met Jinhsi, the Magistrate of Jinzhou. She explained the double threats Jinzhou was facing: external attacks from the resurgent Threnodian, and internal turmoil caused by the mysterious disappearance of Jinzhou's Sentinel.
As the Magistrate and the Sentinel's Resonator, Jinhsi resolved to travel to Mt. Firmament and uncover the truth about Jinzhou's missing Sentinel, Jué. A confrontation seemed unavoidable...
The rise of the TD Outbreak unleashed Ovathrax's latest creation: the Dreamless, an incomplete entity. With Jinzhou City under siege, you joined the battle, eventually defeating the Dreamless and absorbing it with your bare hands.
Jinzhou's immediate crisis was averted, but Magistrate Jinhsi was nowhere to be found...
You sought guidance from Sanhua, who directed you to a ferry near Mt. Firmament. There, you encountered Changli, your "Wayfinder" into the mountain.
This secret realm, where the flow of time warped and twisted, required a price for entry. However, you seemed curiously unaffected by the temporal distortion, while Changli seemed unbothered by its effects...
Within Mt. Firmament's Hongzhen settlement, you discovered that many animals and residents had been frozen in time, trapped by the erratic temporal flows. The Fractsidus had also infiltrated the area.
Xinyi, the mayor of Hongzhen, informed you that Jinhsi had only recently departed for Mt. Firmament's peak, in search of the Sentinel. Due to the temporal distortions, what had been days to you was merely moments inside the mountain.
Deep within the Mianloong Chamber, you finally found Jinhsi. Together, you faced the Sentinel, Jué. Jué explained its dilemma: to keep its power from spiraling out of control, it had chosen to remain confined within Mt. Firmament.
If the situation continued, its only recourse would have been to freeze time across all of Jinzhou, hoping future generations could find a solution to undo the damage...
At the mountain's peak, you stood by Jinhsi as she endured Jué's trial, proving the strength of human will. With your help, she stabilized and inherited the Sentinel's power, finally bringing an end to the temporal chaos on Mt. Firmament...
Jué revealed the truth: You were none other than its Arbiter, the founder of Jinzhou.
Jinhsi's unyielding resolve, coupled with the Temporal Mandate granted by Jué with your approval, allowed her to make it through the impossible trial.
Following Jué’s guidance, you set out on a new path, seeking answers to the mysteries of your origins. Your next destination is the base of an enigmatic organization known as the Black Shores.
You confronted a crisis in the Port City of Guixu alongside Yangyang. Shortly after, the Shorekeeper guided you to the Black Shores, a place shrouded in mystery. The Tethys System of the Black Shores had suffered a catastrophic failure, unleashing data-based pollution that corroded everything it touched.
Once again guided by the Shorekeeper, you delved deeper into the Black Shores, determined not only to save this ravaged place but also to recover memories of your past...
The Shorekeeper revealed that you were once the leader and founder of the Black Shores, an ancient organization spanning ages, with her serving as your loyal assistant.
The current crisis, it seemed, was intricately tied to your forgotten past, and the Lament recorded by the Tethys System during the disaster in Port City of Guixu held crucial secrets...
To resolve the chaos caused by the Tethys System, you and the Shorekeeper entered a simulation it had created, reliving the final hour before the Lament struck Port City of Guixu.
As the disaster drew near, the Tethys System tried to absorb you as its new core. In a desperate bid to protect you, the Shorekeeper was sucked into a black hole...
You reclaimed the mantle of leadership, steering the Black Shores toward redemption. You broke free from the mistakes of the past, liberated the innocent trapped in endless suffering, and rescued the Shorekeeper from the Tethys System's grasp.
Now free from the burden of her mission, the Shorekeeper revealed another clue. She suggested that the key to understanding your connection with Abby—and Abby's recent strange symptoms—might lie within Rinascita.
Rinascita is a nation to the southeast of the Black Shores, making the Black Shores archipelago the perfect starting point for your journey...
You receive a message from Shorekeeper about a possible solution to Abby's weakening frequency. Before going into more detail, Shorekeeper insists that you first visit the Black Shores to review a past record stored within the Tethys System...
Shorekeeper:
You're back.
Shorekeeper:
The Black Shores welcomes your return.
Shorekeeper:
I asked you here to talk about Abby. Have you noticed an increase in its hunger or fatigue lately?
Shorekeeper:
Then my suspicion was correct.
Shorekeeper:
The unusual frequency I noticed is from Abby. The change is subtle, but it's getting stronger.
Shorekeeper:
Its frequency... is weakening.
Shorekeeper:
Abby was worried about how this might affect you and has been asking for my help.
Shorekeeper:
...The one I'm trying to protect might be facing danger because of me. I can sense how anxious Abby is.
Shorekeeper:
I've looked into the most viable solution for Abby's weakening frequency.
Shorekeeper:
Before I explain, you should see a past record stored in Tethys. It's important for you to see it yourself.
Shorekeeper:
It may answer some questions.
Shorekeeper:
Please, hold my hand.
Aalto has prepared your ship on the Black Shores. Before you set sail, he advises you to be mindful of Ragunna's customs—its people worship their Sentinel as a god.
When you are ready, you may embark on your voyage to Ragunna.
Aalto:
There you are! I've got your ship readied!
Aalto:
You'll have to sail to Rinascita, but the Threnodian ruckuses everywhere have left you with only the dinghies.
Aalto:
Don't worry, behold my private stash. Remarkably fit for keeping a low profile, if I may say so myself.
Aalto:
Well, aren't you eagle-eyed!
Aalto:
This is cutting-edge gear from the New Fed World Expo. Nearly lost my shirt haggling for it. Planning to stock up for the Black Shores.
Aalto:
Word is, Ragunnesi treat the Sentinel like a god—churches and all. Real holy rollers. When in Ragunna, do as the Ragunnesi do, ok?
Aalto:
Now, let me work my magic on the autopilot. Before you know it, you'll be cruising into Ragunna.
Aalto:
Just give me a holler when you're ready to go.
Aalto:
Then off we go. Our destination is—
Aalto:
Hold onto your britches! We're about to go from zero to light speed!
Aalto:
So, are you ready now, captain?
Aalto:
Then off we go. Our destination is—
Aalto:
Hold onto your britches! We're about to go from zero to light speed!
A mysterious chest on the liner catches your eye. Brant explains that it is the personal haven of the liner's first mate, who seems timid around strangers. Yet, despite her shyness, she gathers the courage to offer you a rare antique coin as a gesture of goodwill.
Strange Box:
Zzz... Zzz...
Main_Linaxita_2_0_9_11
The mysterious and giant Echo bellows a deep, resonating greeting.
Abby:
Hello there!
Abby:
It's saying "hi" to us.
Lario:
*Confused sounds*
Abby:
…It's stumped about why fries don't get some seagulls…
Abby:
Quit with the wacky noises already!
It happily bobs its head, careful not to affect the ship's hull.
The giant Plushie wraps you in a bear hug. A peculiar yet friendly energy washes over you.
???:
Ho ho!
The enigmatic giant wraps you in a bear hug. A peculiar yet friendly energy washes over you.
The liner continues to glide through the waves. Before long, distant coastlines emerge from the horizon.
Giant Mysterious Echo:
*Pained whimpering*
Brant:
Bear with me, Lario... We are nearly through this fog.
Brant:
Rage on, tempest! Your fury is but a breeze against our righteous course!
Brant:
Time to fight, my friends! I will hold the ship steady! Let the deluge descend, our vessel stands firm! Our clarion call shall pierce the tempest's roar!
You successfully fought your way through the mist, but Ragunna is still some distance away. Now is the time to get to know the troupe members who offer a glimpse into the vibrant culture that awaits in Ragunna.
Brant:
Thank you for your aid, my friends!
Brant:
Onward to Ragunna we sail. Rest well as we journey forth.
Brant:
Settle in and take a good look around! No need to be shy, you hear?
You finally arrive at the docks of Ragunna. The troupe bids you farewell, promising to make their grand entrance during the opening of the Carnevale.
As you and Abby search for a way into the city, you witness deacons from the Order sending "the Fools" on a pilgrimage. A mysterious playwright named Cristoforo notices your confusion and begins to explain the origins of this practice.
Brant:
Behold, my friends! There she stands… Ragunna's Lighthouse of Dawn!
Brant:
Here we are! Ragunna's dock.
Brant:
You'll find Echo boats ahead to ferry you straight into the heart of Ragunna.
Brant:
Well, the Carnevale hasn't started yet. We're just passing through, lending our friends a hand.
Brant:
And a quiet arrival? That's not our style. We'll sail into Ragunna with flair—complete with a dazzling show and the loudest of ovations.
Brant:
Don't forget to stash some confetti in your pockets for the occasion!
Brant:
My pleasure! Speaking of which, where's that charming little companion of yours?
Brant:
Is it asleep? The fog likely caused this. Don't worry. Echoes will recover when they're out of it.
Brant:
Oh, and do yourself a favor, try our Nectarwine. They say one drop of the "Gocce di Divino" will let you rendezvous with the Sentinel in your dreams...
Brant:
Ha! That might just be your shortcut to seeing the Sentinel.
Brant:
May the winds be in your favor!
Abby:
Hmm... Wha... Huh? We docked already? Where is Brant and the crew?
Abby:
You did? I didn't hear a thing.
Abby:
Whoa, this is Ragunna, huh? How do we get into town?
Order Deacon:
Go forth, dear pilgrims, on your sacred journey. May the Sentinel guide you as it has guided the returning ships.
Order Deacon:
Go forth, Andreas... "The Fool." The benevolent Primus has blessed you with this sacred pilgrimage. May you find the righteous path on your voyage.
Andreas:
If you're all so righteous, why don't you join the pilgrimage yourselves!
Order Deacon:
Our duty remains here, to shepherd the lost. I grieve for you, my brother... for you have strayed from the truth.
Andreas:
Ha... Haha... Truth... Don't make me laugh...
Order Deacon:
Your transgression is absolved before the sacred Pilgrim's Sail. Go now, and board with humility.
???:
Wait a moment, traveler... While you may harbor doubts, I implore you not to disrupt their pilgrimage.
???:
Perhaps staying silent now would better serve your interests.
Cristoforo:
Pardon my intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cristoforo, a modest playwright visiting Ragunna in search of inspiration for my latest work.
Cristoforo:
A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm working on a play—tales of pilgrims striving to reach the Sentinel's promised land...
Cristoforo:
Word of a new Pilgrim's Sail about to depart brought me here. I came hoping to glean fresh ideas.
Cristoforo:
Yes. When Ragunnesi first settled here, they revered the Sentinel. The Carnevale was their tribute—a sacred rite to commune with it.
Cristoforo:
It seemed the Sentinel Imperator preferred not to flaunt its power overtly to command the people's awe and respect.
Cristoforo:
Yet, amidst the Carnevale's revelry, it performed miracles, keeping the people aligned with its guidance.
Cristoforo:
Legend has it that, moved by its grace, the most devout believer braved storms and mists to find the Sentinel—thus was born the tradition of the Pilgrim's Sail.
Cristoforo:
Should you wish, I have more stories to tell.
In Tethys' data space, you see a projection of your past self who recounts your prior actions and motives. The past you reveals that {Male=he;Female=she} left this projection as a beacon to guide {Male=his;Female=her} future self— namely you.
If you have already resolved the Black Shores data issue and awakened Abby, go find "Imperator," whom "You" made a pact with long ago.
???:
That should do it. It's good to meet you, my future...
"Rover" of the Past:
"Me."
"Rover" of the Past:
Now that you have this record, I trust that you've resolved the core issue with the Tethys System. And the Shorekeeper must be connected to it too.
"Rover" of the Past:
As Chief Steward, you now have full access to the Black Shores data banks, which hold thousands of years' worth of records. However, you may have noticed that all information about you is missing.
"Rover" of the Past:
That's because I erased most entries about myself, the "you" of the past.
"Rover" of the Past:
Long after my memory is wiped, "I" will awaken for the first time and become "you."
"Rover" of the Past:
Once again, "we" will rove Solaris-3 and walk among the people.
"Rover" of the Past:
You've witnessed a taste of civilization's struggles, and you may have questions. But I'm afraid I can't answer them yet.
"Rover" of the Past:
What you see before you is a memo, or rather, a beacon I've set for myself.
"Rover" of the Past:
If that one has also awakened...
"Rover" of the Past:
Seek out "Imperator." We made a pact long ago.
"Rover" of the Past:
I'm curious to see how you will handle the clash between civilization's greater good and humanity's spirit.
Shorekeeper explains that "Imperator" is the name of the Sentinel of Rinascita, who might hold the solution to Abby's weakening frequency.
Rinascita, known as the Land of Echoes, is famed for its advanced Echo technologies and is home to many Echoes like Abby. This region may also hold vital clues as to Abby's origins.
Shorekeeper gives you an invitation letter from the Montelli family, which allows you to enter Rinascita through the port city of Ragunna.
Even as the Threnodian's revival spreads chaos across other regions, Rinascita remains strangely unaffected and is gearing up to celebrate the Carnevale grand festival. This unusual calm belies what could be a rough journey.
Shorekeeper:
I found this when searching for information about Abby.
Shorekeeper:
It remained hidden until the core leak in the Tethys System was finally resolved.
Rover:
(That message... I think I should trust it.)
Shorekeeper:
Imperator is Rinascita's Sentinel.
Shorekeeper:
It is also the solution Tethys proposes. As Rinascita's Sentinel, Imperator should have the knowledge to fix Abby's weakening frequency.
Shorekeeper:
Rinascita, also called the Land of Echoes, is renowned for its Echo technologies. It's home to many like Abby who have physical forms.
Rover:
(Rinascita? I may finally learn who Abby really is...)
Shorekeeper:
It just so happens that the best time to visit Rinascita is now.
Shorekeeper:
Please take this with you.
Mysterious Invitation with a Fragrance:
To our esteemed business partner,
Mysterious Invitation with a Fragrance:
As the celebrated Carnevale returns to Rinascita, the Montelli family, proud organizers of this grand festival, extend an invitation for you to grace Ragunna with your esteemed presence and partake in the celebrations.
Mysterious Invitation with a Fragrance:
In the spirit of goodwill, we have arranged a modest sum for your use during your stay in Rinascita. These funds are available at your convenience at the Averardo Bank.
Mysterious Invitation with a Fragrance:
The Montelli family holds in high regard each of its many friendships. Should you choose to place the Blake Bloom upon the Golden Scale, we shall consider you our most honored guest and a lifelong friend of the family.
Mysterious Invitation with a Fragrance:
The Montelli family eagerly awaits your arrival.
Shorekeeper:
The Montellis are one of the leading families in Ragunna, a city-state within Rinascita. Their trade connections with the Black Shores prompted this invitation.
Shorekeeper:
It is Rinascita's grandest festival. During this time, Ragunna's port relaxes its regulations to welcome visitors.
"A majestic tribute to our Sentinel!"
"Food, wine, light shows, and a masquerade ball, topped with extraordinary Echo performances!"
"All are welcome, no matter your wealth or rank! Celebrate with us and let the joy and merriment never end!"
Shorekeeper:
Yes. It's also an excellent travel destination.
Shorekeeper:
However... Rinascita is particularly special to the Black Shores.
Shorekeeper:
The Threnodian's revival in Jinzhou has triggered similar reactions in other countries, with Rinascita as the one exception. We've detected no frequency fluctuations related to Threnodians there.
Shorekeeper:
While many of our Bloom Bearers have visited Rinascita city-states before, our presence is often met with a hint of skepticism.
Shorekeeper:
Given the circumstances, the best approach would be to visit as a guest of a prominent family.
Shorekeeper:
Are you leaving now?
Shorekeeper:
Ah...
Rover:
Opening a portal will drain your computing power. I think it's better served for Black Shores operations.
Shorekeeper:
...I see.
Shorekeeper:
I'll have Aalto arrange your transportation to Rinascita then.
Shorekeeper:
Safe journey.
Shorekeeper:
I'll be here guarding the Black Shores until you return.
Abby:
Yeesh, this fog is giving me the creeps. I've got a bad feeling about this...
Abby:
Huh… Wait, what's that huge shadow under the water?
Rover:
It's getting closer.
Abby:
Watch out!
Brant:
"Though divine guidance be lost, I, the swordsman crossing the sea, shall yet conquer these mighty waters!"
Your smooth sailing meets a sudden disruption as you come under attack from Cetus the Tidebreaker. Just when things seemed most dire, Brant, the leader of a traveling troupe, comes to your rescue and brings you aboard his liner.
Brant tells you he and his troupe will take part in the upcoming Carnevale, where the Sentinel Imperator will make a rare appearance to crown the festival's finest performer with the Laurel, an honor that grants the Laureate the privilege of hearing the Sentinel's voice.
As you converse, a Waveworn Phenomenon rises as a mist over Rinascita's seas. Hidden within are many TDs, ready to attack any passing ship. To survive this mist, you fight alongside the troupe.
???:
Ah, new allies born from the perils of the high seas! What better way to begin an epic story?
???:
Merely my duty, dear friend. The mists thicken once more, shrouding this ever-tumultuous path. A maiden voyage for you, I presume?
???:
These waters teem with colossal, mystical Tacet Discords. That behemoth you saw is called "Cetus the Tidebreaker."
???:
It is a gentle giant that usually keeps to deep waters and exhibits no aggressive behavior...
???:
I saw something odd on its hide. Could that be the cause of its madness?
Abby:
That big fella smells of sadness and anger all over...
???:
Well, well, who's this little beach ball? A talking Echo! Clever little thing! Got a name?
Abby:
What? First off, I'm not little! And beach ball? Really? Also, spill your name before you go askin' mine!
???:
Oh my, where are my manners? I do apologize.
Brant:
Brant's the name, captain of this fine vessel. As you can tell, we are a troupe, a merry band of fools chasing freedom across the seas!
Brant:
Please forgive the lack of propriety. Now, travelers from afar, may I know your names?
Abby:
Humph, hear that?
Brant:
Hehe, Rover and Abby! Splendid! "All who step aboard, guests of honor be! With names exchanged, friendship's born at sea!"
Brant:
Ahoy, crew! Let's give our new mates a proper welcome!
Brant:
Welcome to the one and only Troupe of Fools!
Giant Mysterious Echo:
*Cheerful sounds*
Abby:
Are those… Echoes? Incredible! Never seen 'em like this before. Hmph, they're almost as special as me… like, 60, no, 70% as special! *Hiccup*
Abby:
Er...
Brant:
Ha ha ha, your little companion is quite amusing. I presume you must be headed to Rinascita for the Carnevale?
Brant:
Indeed it is! The crown jewel of Rinascita's calendar. Ah, the endless masquerades, the sumptuous feasts, the wine flowing like rivers, and the music that never sleeps! For a few glorious nights, all your cares disappear!
Brant:
And at the Carnevale's peak, our Sentinel Imperator will crown the festival's finest performer with the "Laurel."
Brant:
Ha! Of course not. No mortal's ever laid eyes on the divine Sentinel up in the heaven of heavens. But the Laureate may hear the Sentinel's voice.
Brant:
We've got a real Laureate in our troupe. Shame he didn't sail with us today. Oh, the tales he would tell! You'd love to hear about his glory days.
Abby:
Chatting with the Sentinel if you get the Laurel? That's somethin'!
Brant:
Absolutely! It's been a decade since the last Carnevale. We're not about to miss this one.
Brant:
Sentinel or Laurel, it matters not...
Brant:
The Troupe of Fools shall forever breathe freedom and unbridled joy into that city.
Brant:
...Huh?
Brant:
It's the fog.
Abby:
Fog? Ew, I don't like the smell coming from the sea now.
Brant:
Beware, my friends. The fog can affect Echoes.
Brant:
This isn't just bad weather. It's a Waveworn Phenomenon. Many Tacet Discords lurk in the fog, ready to obliterate any passing ship.
Brant:
But fear not! Our vessel shall not perish here! Before you stands a seasoned captain!
Brant:
Hark, brave crew! Secure the lines and unfurl the sails! The helm is mine to command!
Brant:
The final curtain shall not fall here! Our saga must endure!
Shorekeeper:
It's been some time... Have you been well?
Shorekeeper:
I'm calling because I have news about Abby's situation.
Shorekeeper:
When you have a moment, could you return to the Black Shores? I'll be here whenever you're ready to visit.
Actor No. 1:
Well, you haven't been assigned any field missions lately, so no funding for you.
Actor No. 2:
Oh, is that how it works? Look me in the eye and tell me where all my funds went!
Actor No. 1:
KU... Help...
Actor No. 2:
I happen to know a thing or two about fixing game cartridges and robots.
Actor No. 1:
KU... Encore... Help...
Actor No. 2:
Encore's off on a mission! Camellya's out too! Yelling's not gonna save you!
Actor No. 1:
There's the person you're waiting for. I'll leave you to it then. Now, ex-KU-se me...
Actor No. 1:
Ho ho!
Actor No. 1:
Pero, pero...
Aalto:
Come on! Your Gondola is ready!
Before entering the city, you go through The Order's customs checkpoint. It seems they have additional regulations for Reserved Terminals. Fortunately, the Montelli family has already arranged a guarantor for you.
During the inspection, the Order members' elusive words confuse you, until Acolyte Phoebe arrives to clear up your questions.
With her guidance, you finally step into the city of Echoes.
Abby:
I didn't know all the ships in Ragunna are Echoes. That troupe isn't as special as I thought...
Abby:
Now I can't even imagine what kind of Echoes we might see in the city.
Rover:
Maybe we'll come across some that look like you, a whole pack of them.
Abby:
You're kidding me... Even in the Land of Echoes, I, Abby, will always be the most special one!
Abby:
Hic!
Serious Acolyte:
...Approved. Welcome to Rinascita.
Serious Acolyte:
Excuse me. First-time visitors must cooperate for inspection.
Serious Acolyte:
Is this... a Reserved Terminal?
Serious Acolyte:
Reserved Terminals should be declared upon entry. May I see your declaration form, please?
Serious Acolyte:
These are the rules. I'll need you to cooperate.
Senior Acolyte:
Forgive the inconvenience. By the Order's decree, all visitors must undergo customs clearance to ensure safety...
Senior Acolyte:
...Or, do you have a guarantor?
Serious Acolyte:
Ah, I see you are a guest of the Montelli family. You are granted permission to bring your Reserved Terminal into Rinascita.
Serious Acolyte:
We apologize for any trouble caused. All Echoes, even those in Reserved Terminals, are seen as Divine Envoys. Once they are baptized, they too will receive Imperator's blessings.
Senior Acolyte:
Naturally! We are all "united" under the Sentinel's influence, free from "division."
Senior Acolyte:
The Sentinel is with you, me—all of us.
Senior Acolyte:
Their presence is eternal in our hearts, guiding us always...
???:
Preach with respect and patience, lest you induce doubt and confusion.
Serious Acolyte:
Acolyte Phoebe.
Phoebe:
I'll take it from here. Greetings, esteemed guest. I am Phoebe, an Acolyte of the Order.
Phoebe:
The city of Ragunna welcomes your arrival. Many visitors are here for the upcoming Carnevale. To ensure everyone enjoys the festival safely, the Order has tightened the customs procedures and added new regulations...
Phoebe:
Some information might be overlooked on your declaration form. Please accept our apologies.
Phoebe:
Thank you for your understanding. Please follow me.
Cheerful Resident:
Seems like there's been a lot of mist lately, hm?
Nervous Resident:
It's not a good sign. The Carnevale is fast approaching...
Cheerful Resident:
Eh, don't worry! We Ragunnesi do not worry over tomorrow. Why not get some flowers for the children? Prices may rise with the Carnevale approaching.
Matteo:
Andreas... That ship... No, no, I must stop that ship!
Simone:
...Have you gone mad? You can't stop the Pilgrim's Sail. The Order will arrest you!
Matteo:
Ah, you just don't understand...
At the dock, you plan to ride the Echo boat "Gondola" into the city.
Maybe you'll see a whole flock of Echoes like Abby along the way!
Gondolier:
Hello there! Need a lift to the city? Hop on this Gondola right here.
Gondolier:
Correct! In Ragunna, we sail in Echoes. They are trusted and reliable helpers, gifts from divinity.
Gondolier:
A third of a Ragunnesi's life is spent on a Gondola. Pretty amazing, right?
Gondolier:
This little one will get you there safe and sound.
Cristoforo:
A righteous soul with humble curiosity... Just as I expected.
Cristoforo:
Fenrico, the Enlightened One, present Primus of Ragunna, uncovered the path that leads to the high heaven, where the Sentinel imparts Their teachings to mortals.
Cristoforo:
Under his permission, pilgrims set sail for the Promised Land, their voices a symphony of hymns, hearts aflame with unwavering piety and hope.
Cristoforo:
I sense your doubt, and it's not unfounded. These pilgrims have little choice. After all, they are not counted among the Righteous but instead deemed the Fools by Ragunna's laws.
Cristoforo:
Whether a righteous soul clinging to hope amid hardship, or a lost fool floundering in waves of confusion, the audience always favors the former.
Cristoforo:
I'm working on a play. Tells of pilgrims striving to reach the Sentinel's promised land.
Cristoforo:
But to captivate, there must be twists. Perhaps, what awaits them is not the sweet salvation promised by their Sentinel, but...
Cristoforo:
Hehe, who knows? Maybe treasures beyond count, or an unnamed beast lurking in the mist.
Cristoforo:
Or perhaps nothing but a forsaken shore. These are just initial musings. I need time to refine them.
Cristoforo:
Would you care to share your thoughts on the ending?
Cristoforo:
Should the story depict them as lost Fools facing their end in despair, or as wronged Righteous finally finding justice and redemption?
Cristoforo:
What is more compelling to you, {Male=sir;Female=miss}?
Cristoforo:
Ah, I see... Your comment is noted.
Cristoforo:
Until the Carnevale, guest from afar. I hope you enjoy the show.
Cristoforo gives a courteous nod and takes his leave.
Abby:
I'm honestly baffled... Was all that real or just a story?
Abby:
Hmm, that one gives off a mysterious vibe...
Abby:
Ah, who cares? The Carnevale sounds like a blast! Everyone's raving about it. You might even catch a chat with the Sentinel!