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Rinascita Chapter II Act X
The Bygone Shall Always Return
To open the Sentinel's Relic, you head back to Ragunna once more...
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On your earlier journey through Septimont, you recovered the Sentinel's Relic from the Earthrend Wedge. To unlock it, you returned to the Black Shores seeking Tethys's aid. Its analysis revealed it to be the Civilization Capsule, likely containing the Sentinel's legacy data. But for reasons unknown, it requires the combined forces of both the Sentinel and the Threnodian to open. With no clear solution, you return once again to Ragunna, hoping to find answers from Cartethyia in the Inverted Tower.
Back in Ragunna, however, the atmosphere is thick with a strange tension. The only splash of color comes from a Troupe of Fools performance. As you and Abby pause to watch, Cristoforo's whisper slips into your ear...
Abby:
Long time no see, Ragunna!
Abby:
Mmm—mmm—! Can you smell that? Sweet o' Margherita's Restaurant. C'mon, c'mon, let's go stuff our faces already!
Rover:
Let's take care of important matters first. You'll eat well soon, I promise.
Abby:
Yeah, yeah, I know. We're here to find Cartethyia!
Abby:
I still can't believe Tethys couldn't unlock the Sentinel's Relic we found in Septimont...
Rover:
At least now we know it's called the "Civilization Capsule." It probably holds key legacy data left behind by the Sentinel.
Abby:
Like some ancient data recorder, right? But Tethys said to unlock it we'll need... the Leviathan's power.
Abby:
If it's really from the Sentinel, why do we need the Threnodian's power for that?
Rover:
Maybe because they fused together at some point...
Abby:
Oh well, guess that's why we need to find Cartethyia. Maybe she'll know a workaround...
Abby:
The Black Shores warned that the waters in Ragunna are acting weird again. Gotta be extra careful.
Abby:
And you know... something feels off in the city too. It's not as cheerful as when we left it.
Abby:
Yeah, and they just threw a huge Carnevale not long ago too...
Roccia:
Amid howling winds, rising storms, and ghosts adrift, I heard the captain's call—
Abby:
Look! Over there! Isn't that Brant and Roccia? Wow, the Troupe of Fools is putting on a show!
Brant:
Hoist the sails, O humanity! The abyss and the summit have entwined. Your only path now is forward, bold and uncharted!
Brant:
You stand on the precipice. Now is the hour to decide your fate—to plant the seed of your highest hope and watch it bloom into tomorrow.
Roccia:
Captain, why do you burn alone in your own flames?
Brant:
If you do not first become ashes, how will you rebuild?
Brant:
Embrace your fire. Embrace your grief. Go into your solitude! I love those who dare to create, who strive to transcend, for in doing so, their old selves are destroyed. Yes, so they might reach the shores of a new life!
Roccia:
To journey onward is perilous. To stand still is perilous. To look back is also perilous. To tremble and falter... is perilous.
Roccia:
Now, I begin to understand what truly makes a hero great. It is to stand before humanity's deepest sorrow and its highest hope.
Brant:
Oh, how I love those whose souls remain rich and vast, even when wounded. Even when the smallest risk could spell doom, they leap without hesitation into the unknown.
Brant:
Should you stand alone, suffering in the endless dark... Today, may you hold fast to every last ember of courage and hope!
Onlookers:
Bravo! Bravo!
???:
Life... is but a walking shadow.
???:
A poor player, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage... and then is heard no more.
???:
It is a tale told by fools, full of sound and fury... Signifying nothing.
You regain consciousness under the Troupe's care. What happened feels like an "illusion," but the Troupe members tell you that many in Ragunna have suffered similar "symptoms." Meanwhile, across Rinascita, anomalies have begun to appear.
You recall what you saw in the "illusion": the chanting Tacet Discords, the strange woman, and a vision of Cartethyia's murder. Maybe you can search the city for clues... or maybe the answer lies with Cartethyia herself, the very reason you returned to Ragunna.
Brant:
Rover... Rover!
Roccia:
We could try this... "Nightmare Awakener"—
Abby:
You're finally awake, Rover! One second I'm fine, the next my head's spinning and you're face-down on the ground...
Rover:
I'm fine. What I saw, though…
Brant:
Hmm... Sounds like the same thing happening to the people here.
Brant:
From what I've heard, many Ragunnesi have been having peculiar dreams lately. Even some of our Troupe members too.
Brant:
The details vary, but they all end the same way... the fall of Rinascita.
Brant:
And it's not just in dreamland either... Rover, I'm not sure if you've heard, but there have been strange rumors appearing across Rinascita lately.
Brant:
Even in Septimont, folks claim they've seen Tacet Discords not of this land in the wilds, or the ghosts of their ancestors.
Roccia:
Thanks to all these oddities, the mood in Ragunna has gone sour.
Roccia:
The Troupe performed today because Brant thought a new play to lighten the mood might give the people some hope.
Brant:
But here's the odd part. Only Rinascitans seem to be having these dreams. Visitors are spared... the same should be true of you.
...
Roccia:
Well... Not Brant or me. But someone in the Troupe has. They said they dreamed of sinking into an enormous, black ocean...
Amedeo:
"Slowly they join the crowd pilgriming toward the kingdom rising in the dark waves… Those blessed by the sea are ever doomed to bear its curse."
Amedeo:
He cursed the Ragunnesi with a broken sonnet. No, more than that... He cursed all of Rinascita! Now, his curse is coming true...
Ciaccona:
Hello, Rover! Haven't you heard? Lately, the Ragunnesi have started having "nightmares." That's probably what he's referring to...
Amedeo:
In my dreams I saw things... monsters I've never seen before...
Amedeo:
Maybe it's because I've had my nose buried in that "mysterious playwright's unfinished draft"... those hobgoblins, banshees, and beasties are all carved into my mind now...
Amedeo:
I thought it was just a dream. Just… imagination. But then… one day, in the wilds… By the Sentinel, I saw one. Every infernal detail exactly as I dreamt it!
Amedeo:
The playwright conjured illusions with words. Summoned ghosts, stitched nightmares into verses, turned phantasm into flesh! These are HIS verses... HIS CURSES!
Amedeo:
Think about it! Monstrous fiends once trapped in myth and sonnet are now strutting on stage! He planted the seeds... centuries ago...
Ciaccona:
Mmm… sounds like a perfect premise for a ballad. I wouldn't mind meeting some of these storybook monsters myself.
Amedeo:
Miss Ciaccona… you… you're not afraid of them?
Ciaccona:
Our souls are as eternal as theirs. How could they possibly harm us?
Ciaccona:
Besides, if the play is still unfinished, then the ending is ours to write, isn't it?
Nevana:
Miss Zani… I'm so sorry. I'll head back right away…
Zani:
No worries. If you're feeling low, it's good to step out and get some air.
Zani:
Ah, buongiorno, Rover. If you're here for banking... you'll have to wait.
Nevana:
Thank you for your concern... I just had a vivid dream... about my grandmother who passed away some time ago.
Nevana:
When I woke up, I could still SEE her, sitting right beside me. Her smile was gentle... just like when I was little. She used to sing me to sleep with lullabies…
Nevana:
I told her how much I missed her, and she listened quietly, just like always. Then she stood up and said goodbye.
Nevana:
I saw her walk through a door. I tried to follow, but she stopped me. She said, "Don't follow me. And don't go gently through those gates." Then I woke up... again.
Nevana:
Was it a dream within a dream? Or was it a vision pulled from a memory? But her face, her voice... it all felt so real...
Zani:
...Capisco. I get it. I'll handle your desk. Go home. Take the day to rest.
Nevana:
Thank you, Miss Zani. But I think... my grandmother was trying to tell me something. That I can't stay trapped in grief and the past.
Nevana:
So I'll keep going with today's work. Sorry to worry you all.
Vivian:
Acolyte Phoebe, "Paradise"... It really exists...
Phoebe:
But...
Vivian:
I saw it in my dreams. It was a revelation from the Sentinel...
Phoebe:
Oh, hello there Rover. May the Sentinel's grace be upon you.
Vivian:
Rover... you're the Laureate of the Carnevale! That means you've heard the Sentinel's voice too! You can help me prove it, can't you?
Vivian:
My dreams must be divine revelations! I saw it all, the "City of Eternal Bliss" and "Path of Glorious Ascension." It was so clear...
Vivian:
That kingdom is the afterlife. They told me that to gain entry, one needs only forsake all hope and call Their name...
Vivian:
…You're right to remind me. We mustn't forget the Sentinel's teachings to live righteously here in the mortal world.
Vivian:
Acolyte Phoebe, let's hold fast to that. We will reach that "Kingdom of Eternal Bliss."
Phoebe:
I've always believed "Paradise" was real, but...
Phoebe:
If it is truly sacred and beautiful... why ask us to "forsake all hope" to enter?