The City of Lost Angels
The City of Lost Angels
Jenomis is crestfallen at the thought he might never see his son again. See if there is aught you can do to put his mind at ease.
— In-game description
- Enter Orbonne Monastery through Duty Finder
- Speak with Jenomis
- Speak with Lina Mewrilah
- Jenomis is crestfallen at the thought he might never see his son again. See if there is aught you can do to put his mind at ease.
Back on the Prima Vista
Jenomis cen Lexentale: We need to do something... but what recourse is left to us? The only means we had of protecting ourselves could not even prevent my son from... My son from...
Mikoto: I am sorry, Jenomis. My design was... flawed...
Fran: Not necessarily, Sharlayan. We all saw how it succeeded in drawing Alma back from the rift and shattering the Otius. The loss of the boy is not yours to bear.
Fran: Our focus here should not be on our failures, but what we have learned from them. The being beyond the rift -- it spoke before claiming Ramza. It referred to you as the "blood of its invokers." Could it be your ancestors are responsible for Ultima's summoning?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Most certainly not! I have discovered no such inference anywhere in the Durai Papers! Besides, tales of the High Seraph existed farbefore even the earliest of Ivalician legends.
Fran: Then who exactly did summon Ultima, and why does she think them your kin?
Montblanc: I have a bad feeling about this, kupo!
Warrior of Light Echo Scene
???: Ramza, dead!? You lie about as well as you carry yourself in battle, Orran.
Orran Durai: I did not say he was dead, my Lord Delita, merely that he had abandoned his mortal vessel, entrusting his aetherial soul to the auracite.
Delita Heiral: But why would he do such a thing? Peace is finally come to Ivalice! There is naught to be had from further sacrifice!
Delita Heiral: The kingdom is won, and this victory is as much his as it is mine! He risked life and limb to shield me from the dark that would have seen me perish.
Delita Heiral: Without him, I would not be standing here before you. It is my duty as both king and colleague to see him saved!
Delita Heiral: Knights, to me! We ride for Orbonne!
Orran Durai: My lord! Wait!
Orran Durai: Ajora Glabados, first of the Zodiac Braves, was not the hero the church would have you believe. He betrayed Mother Hydaelyn for the promise of coin and power, summoning forth a terrible evil from the depths of the celestial abyss.
Orran Durai: It was believed only one of the land's chosen -- only a Warrior of Light might stand against this threat.
Orran Durai: Yet while victorious in battle, Ramza was unable to see the darkness vanquished. If failure was all that awaited our Warrior of Light, then what chance do you presume any other might stand?
Delita Heiral: Are you saying I should do nothing, then!?
Alma Beoulve: No, my lord. Ramza is. My brother's final wish before he surrendered to the aether was that his name be struck from the annals of history.
Delita Heiral: Alma, you're unhurt! But I was led to believe none but Orran returned from Orbonne. What is this you speak of your brother's wishes?
Orran Durai: When it became apparent that we were powerless to truly defeat the High Seraph, we chose the only path left to us -- to do what Hydaelyn Herself did countless centuries past: imprison Ultima.
Orran Durai: And as you are aware, my lord, a prison is only as strong as the seal on its gates...
Alma Beoulve: Ramza sacrificed his body to ensure that the Angel of Blood would never again walk the land, and he believed that if people knew of this sacrifice, it would only inspire them to seek out the Holy Stones and repeat the mistakes of those come before.
Alma Beoulve: If you truly avouch yourself as his friend, then you will honor this, his final plea.
Delita Heiral: No! Ramza should not be forgotten! He should be raised up as a hero for his deeds and claim his rightful place at my side. Only he might be my Knight Gallant!
Orran Durai: He is gone, my lord.
Alma Beoulve: Before Ramza was your friend, before he was my brother, he was a Warrior of Light. He did what he did for Hydaelyn, and for those who would one day, too, heed the Crystal's call.
Ramza Beoulve: Claim the throne, my friend. Become ruler of Ivalice and restore peace to this war-torn realm once and for all.
Delita Heiral: Wait, Ramza! Don't leave me! Please! I beg of you!
Ramza Beoulve: You will make a fine and just king, Delita. See you do not stray from that path.
Delita Heiral: Ramza!
Delita Heiral: The stones in these two necklaces, you are certain they will guide the heroes of a new era to Ramza?
Orran Durai: 'This what Ramza wished, my lord.
Delita Heiral: Orran, O do you believe I can bear another farewell this day. Will you not reconsider my offer to remain as a member of my court?
Orran Durai: 'This but a matter of time before the Cardinal and his Temple Knights grow wise to my past. I would not have my presence here implicate you as well.
Orran Durai: Ramza beseeched me strike his name from history, but like you, my lord, I could not bear the thought of future generations blind to the truth. As such, I penned this chronicle of the hero's journeys.
Orran Durai: I fear the world, however, is not yet ready for the gospel contained within these pages; nor would the church ever allow its circulation. In fact, I believe they will confiscate every existing copy and lock them away in their library.
Alma Beoulve: And what better way for the words to remain forever preserved than in one of the most highly-guarded vaults in all the realm? Then, one day, when the church has fallen out of favor, the chronicle will be discovered and truth shall prevail.
Delita Heiral: I must admit, your plan is intriguing, Orran... but once the church learns it was you who penned the chronicle, your life --
Alma Beoulve rubs her womb indicating she is pregnant.
Back on the Prima Vista
Lina Mewrilah: <name>!
Mikoto: 'Twas the Echo, wasn't it?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: The removal of Ramza's name from the history books, the Durai Papers, the pendants... it was all set in motion by Orran himself!
Fran: And if the liberator's visions are to be taken as fact, it also appears we now know what the High Seraph meant by "blood of my invoker."
Mikoto: She was not speaking of ancestors in the sense of actual kin, but the line of those chosen by Hydaelyn to serve Her as Warrior of Light.
Lina Mewrilah: But then why abduct Ramza... or even Alma? Unless... there is something you haven't been telling us!
Alma bas Lexentale: She was using us... to lure <name>. It is his vessel the High Seraph desires.
Lina Mewrilah: Matron's teats, Alma, how long have you been awake!?
Fran: <sigh> I've been a fool...
Fran: I told our leader that it did not matter if our request for aid was refused, for I had an alternative ploy.
Fran: It is all right, Bwagi. My intention was to claim one of these auracite in the name of the resistence and use its power to lay waste to the Garlean occupants. Only now do I realize how flawed my ambitions were.
Lina Mewrilah: You mean this whole time you were playing us for fools!? Why didn't we see it earlier!? Never trust a woman with ears longer than mine, I always say!
Fran: You've every right to be angry, and I apologize for misleading you. But believe me, I no longer have any desire to deceive you and yours. I shall see you to the Orbonne Monastery, and ask naught in return but that you let me join you in your rescue of Ramza.
Fran: Do not misunderstand me. I do not do this for any one of you.
Fran: I do it for my people in both Golmore and Rabanastre -- people who may die if this High Seraph is allowed to return to power.
Post Alliance Battle Cut-Scene
Montblanc: He's awake, kupo! ... But is it truly him?
Ramza bas Lexentale: Thank you. Thank you all for coming to my aid.
Ramza Beoulve: And you have my thanks, noble Warrior of Light. You have achieved what I could not.
Ramza Beoulve: And you, bearer of my blood and the blood of House Durai. Thank you for seeing my final wish fulfilled.
Ramza Beoulve: My sacrifice has finally been given meaning...
Ramza Beoulve: Now, my friends, let us retire to Mother Hydaelyn's bosom, that we may finally rest.
Ramza Beoulve: Farewell. You are the true heroes of this story.
Ramza Beoulve: Delita. How I have missed you, old friend.
Delita Heiral: Forgive me, Ramza! You deserved better than what history gave you. I... I could have done more... I am truly sorry...
Delita Heiral: These countless centuries did I long for the day that we might meet once again. And now, that time is finally come. Hydaelyn beckons us both.
Back on the Prima Vista
Jenomis cen Lexentale: I am so sorry, Ramza. Alma. I convinced myself my research was the most important thing in my life, all the while you two were standing before me. Can you find it in your hearts to forgive your father?
Alma bas Lexentale: It is all right. We are still here, are we not?
Ramza bas Lexentale: And we triumphed. We proved your theory true. Ivalice existed. Ramza existed. And Orran Durai was not a heretic, but a hero. Now all that remains is to tell the world!
Jenomis cen Lexentale: No, my son. We needn't burden ourselves further.
Ramza bas Lexentale: But Father! We cannot allow our ancestor's name to remain --
Jenomis cen Lexentale: And we will not. Yet simply not in the manner you think.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: I shall be adding a final act to The Zodiac Brave Story telling of how Ramza the forgotten hero and his chronicler Orran Durai smote the Angel of Blood and saved Ivalice from an age of darkness, before quietly embarking on a final journey that would take them far beyond the horizon.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: And of course, I shall not leave out those nameless heroes who fought alongside Ramza -- without whom the young noble would have surely perished.
Alma bas Lexentale: Is that what you truly want, Father? For the story to end?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: It will only end on the stage, my dear, and live on in the hearts of the crowd.
Ramza bas Lexentale: King Delita and Orran envisioned the Virgo as a beacon which would lead future generations to the truth about the founding of their kingdom. They were right. And just as the pendants guided us, now we shall guide the masses through our play.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: And now you see, my son.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: I would offer you my thanks again, Oocyte, but thanks are not nearly enough to express my gratitude for all you have given us.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Perhaps after I complete The Zodiac Brave Story, I shall pen a tale about the legendary Warrior of Light and his adventures across the Three Great Continents.
Cid: Then you'll have your work cut out for you, my friend. <name> has enough battles under his belt to fill at least three tomes, if not four.
Lina Mewrilah: Would you stop doing that, Cid?
Cid: And his tale is far from over, isn't it?
Prima Vista Theatre
Jenomis cen Lexentale: All right, this is our final dress rehearsal for the night. Make it count. Positions, everyone!
Ramza bas Lexentale: Yes, Principal!
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Lights! Music! There will be no more mistakes from you two, am I clear?
Montblanc & Hurdy: Mothercrystal clear, kupo!
Lina Mewrilah: They are going to perform the new final act!
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Begin!
Lina Mewrilah: Bravo! Bravo! You both were wonderful!
Jenomis cen Lexentale: I am inclined to agree with the Lady Mewrilah's sentiments, but there is always room for improvement. Back to your positions, everyone! Again from the top!
Montblanc: Again? I've had enough of this! I was promised a starring role, kupo! It is in my contract!
Hurdy: Oh, hush, Brother, before Jenomis has us back to polishing boot buckles again!
Clockwork City of Goug
Noah van Gabranth: Well?
Imperial Architectus: Sir! Further research will be required to reach a positive conclusion, but preliminary tests show that the technology utilized here bears striking similarities to our own.
Noah van Gabranth: Excellent. Let the Eorzeans play with their baubles. True power lies within these very walls.
Noah van Gabranth: It appears our ancestors were as cunning as they were ruthless.
Noah van Gabranth: A weapon powerful enough to carve a gateway to the land's very core. His Radiance will be eager to test this "Tartarus," wouldn't you all agree?
Lina Mewrilah: Well, wasn't that an adventure, <name>? It is sad to think we must soon part ways, what with all we've been through these past few moons.
Lina Mewrilah: Satisfied with the city's unwillingness to turn him over to the Garleans, Jenomis has decided to purchase a permanent berth above Kugane for the Prima Vista. Supposedly he has already received petitions from hundreds of geiko and geinin to join the company.
Lina Mewrilah: And then there is the matter of my assignment. You will be delighted to learn that I am... almost finished. What? How do you expect one to write an expose when off battling forces of evil from beyond the void? Don't you worry, though. A few more weeks and I'll have a draft! All right... an outline.
Lina Mewrilah: Until then, I'll stay here in Kugane a while longer... at the Raven's expense, of course. Farewell!