Before I left Seasong Grotto I noticed a green crystal resting on the ground. Thinking the gem to be worth something, I picked it up. I staggered, feeling as though my vision were fading to black. I found myself back in the darkness of the night sky, surrounded by brilliant lights. A large crystal the size of myself floated in the darkness nearby. A voice, a strong yet caring voice, echoed within my head. The voice said that it was Hydaelyn, the planet itself. The voice spoke to me, telling me that a dark force was befalling the land, and that I would play a role in protecting not just Eorzea, but the entire world. As Hydaelyn spoke to me I saw many large crystals, until I saw that they were just orbiting a massive crystal, far larger than I could truly comprehend. Was this the power of the planet, the so called Lifestream?
Hydaelyn told me that I must gather the Crystals of Light, that they would show themselves to me through my deeds, and they were key to saving the world. As I floated in the darkness of space, I saw other people of all races. Were these Warriors of Light like myself? More people saved by Louisoix from the Calamity? It would seem that I was not alone in my task, that these other Warriors of Light would be by my side through my journeys. Hydaelyn bid me farewell, urging me to continue my quest for the Crystals of Light. My vision became blinded by a bright light, and when I could see again I found myself back in Seasong Grotto. I put the green crystal away safely in my pack and began my trek back to Summerford Farms.
When I returned to to Staelwyrn he thanked me greatly for what all I had done, however he was still concerned about the rash of recent kidnappings. He agreed with Y’shtola’s theory that the perpetrators were pirates, and assured me that she was in no way involved. I already knew that the Miqo’te wasn’t and agreed all the same. With Limsa Lominsa a fair trek from Summerford Farms and night already well upon us, Staelwyrn offered me a place to stay for the night which I gratefully accepted.
The next morning came early which is usually the case for farmers. However, I was surprised that I didn’t see anyone attending to the farms. When I questioned Staelwyrn he told me that his old crew was up to no good and slacking off again. It seemed that my assistance the day before had only given the former pirates more reason to shirk responsibility. Feeling partly to blame I told Staelwyrn that I would gather the crew and get them back to work. It took me a few hours to find the five yeoman and some convincing to do, but I got them all back. They had bruises, smelled of stale grog, and were suffering the effects of said drink, but eventually returned to work.
When I reported to Staelwyrn he mentioned that one of his crew, a man named Sevrin, had not returned yet. Staelwyrn complained about the man’s lack of responsibility and I once again agreed to track the man down. Before I left the farms, Staelwyrn approached me again and told me that a sack of oranges meant for the La Thagran Checkpoint guards was missing. One of the yeoman spoke up and said that he last saw Sevrin with it. Sensing that the man was up to no good I made haste toward the La Thagran Checkpoint. I spotted Sevrin on the road, no worse for the ware but the sack of oranges was gone. I chastised him until he gave in and told me of his plan to hock the oranges to a band of Goblins. The deal went sour and he barely escaped moments before I arrived.
In fact, his friends were still in trouble. I quickly approached the site of the deal gone sour and Carbuncle and I defeated the band of Goblins, saving Sevrin’s lackeys.
With the sack of oranges in hand I returned to Sevrin and told him that his friends were safe and mostly unharmed save for their dignity. Sevrin swore he’d never do such a thing again and ran back toward Summerford Farms. Finding myself with the oranges, I decided they should be returned to their rightful owner. I found a guard by the name of Ossine at the La Thagran Checkpoint and gave him the oranges, explaining what had happened. He seemed to be familiar with Sevrin and told me that this wasn’t the first time the farmhand had done such a thing. This didn’t sound so reassuring and I immediately began to wonder about Sevrin’s pledge to do no more wrong.
I returned to Summerford Farm and reported to Staelwyrn who again expressed his gratefulness for all I’ve done for the farm, but there was still more to be done. Carbuncle and I defeated more monsters roaming the farmers’ fields and delivered a special fertilizer to a nearby farm. When I came to the farm I spoke to a Roegadyn by the name of Pfrewahl who told me their tools had been stolen by a band of pirates. I quickly set out to the pirates’ last known position and managed to track them down. After defeating the band of pirates and retrieving the tools I returned them to Pfrewahl who told me that he had seen Sevrin consorting with the band of pirates. I knew that man was up to something.
I made haste to Summerford Farms and told Staelwyrn about Sevrin’s traitorous acts. Staelwyrn bemoaned the man at length, and offered me a place to rest again. He was concerned that Sevrin would be up to no good again soon and wanted me around to take care of it when it happened. The next morning I awoke to a commotion. A strange letter had arrived during the night, a number of the farmers were missing, and rumors were that Sevrin had been spotted on the farms before absconding into the night with his gang.
I spoke to a female Roegadyn named Grynweyda at the gates who had spotted Sevrin during the night. She said said that the group was heading toward Woad Whisper Canyon and I set off in pursuit. Upon arriving at Woad Whisper Canyon I found one of the farmers had escaped from Sevrin. According to the man, Sevrin was planning to sell them all to slavers. I pressed on quickly, spurred to stop his plan from coming to fruition. As I neared the heart of Woad Whisper Canyon I found the farmers and Sevrin’s gang injured strewn along the path. It seemed that there had been a fight here. I found Sevrin at the heart of the canyon, but that was not all.
The Serpent Reavers were a gang of pirates with connections to the Sahagin beast tribe and their Primal God Leviathan. It turned out that they were behind the rash of kidnappings, offerings to the Sahagin. I had seen occurrences like this before. With enough followers in thrall the Sahagin would be able to summon Leviathan and no good would come of that. It seemed that Sevrin had once been a member of the Serpent Reavers himself, and despite his recompense for deserting, the Serpent Reavers thought that offering up Sevrin to the Sahagin would be the ultimate price.
As I approached the Serpent Reaver pirates taunted Sevrin, but something didn’t seem right. Suddenly, a large rock formation rose up out of the ground, becoming a massive golem. The Serpent Reaver pirates escaped and I told Sevrin to gather the others and get away while I held of the creature.
The battle raged for some time as I slowly wore it down with my Bio spell’s poisonous effects. When my Carbuncle familiar distracted the golem long enough I threw Ruin spells at its rocky hide. If I had had my old equipment and my Soul of the Bard, the beast would surely have been no match for me. Victory was mine however and the golem collapsed, shattering upon impact with the ground.
As I shut my spell book I heard clapping. I turned in time to see a cloaked figure in a mask, memories of my dream from nights ago returning. That same aura of wrongness radiated from this man, and I noticed his lack of a shadow upon the ground. He congratulated me in defeating his golem and told me that he would not underestimate me next time. I readied my spell book to attack him, but he simply stepped backward into a doorway of wispy shadows and vanished.
Frustrated that the man had escaped me, I made ready to leave Woad Whisper Canyon. It was then that I had another visitor. Y’shtola had arrived and began speaking of strange readings in the Aether. I told her of the man in black and she seemed deeply concerned. She set it aside from the moment and asked me what had happened. I told her everything from the moment she and I parted at Seasong Grotto and she mused that something was going on below the surface of what we knew. It was then that I staggered, my mind slowly drifting away from the moment.
I saw Y’shtola back in Limsa Lominsa, spying on a group of Lominsan guards. They had been talking about a group of pirates that had recently shown up that had not been allied with Limsa Lominsa. They wondered if the pirates had been worked for the Sahagin, but dismissed it. It seemed as though Y’shtola thought otherwise. Suddenly the scene changed and Y’shtola was standing at the docks, Dalamud high in the sky. These visions were from five years ago. She mused solemnly about Eorzea’s imminent demise and the scene changed again.
It was Y’shtola as I had seen her recently, wearing the strange device around her neck on her face. She spoke of being able to see the Aether with the device. Her device detected a strange signal coming from Seasong Grotto and she departed quickly.
I came to and Y’shtola looked at me with concerned eyes. I reassured her that I was alright and I decided it would be best if I reported back to Staelwyrn. The Miqo’te left me as I took a moment to recover, eyeing the canyon where the mysterious man in black had been lying in wait. It was certainly the same man I had seen in my dream. And then, of course, it seemed that The Echo had returned to me...
Third entry in my journal logs, moving right along in the story. The sad thing is that as each day passes I get further and further behind with these as I get further and further in the story line. I'll be long done before I get anywhere near the end of the content available in the Open Beta. But, as the story gets more interesting I can't help to want to write more. This entry was actually done the same day I posted the second, but I needed to do some editing and get pictures for it. I hope you all are still enjoying this as much as I've been enjoying writing it. Things will just start to pick up from here. Please look forward to it!
(And, yes, I'm well aware that title is spelled with a single s. It's a pun. Think about it.)