Goobue dialogue:
Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons,
Heavens spew crimson flame,
hells seep black dooms.
I have walked the four corners of Hydaelyn, from the Gardens of Xarakish, to the floating lakes of Voor Sian Siran, but never in my travels have I encountered such a fell prophecy. One need not be an oracle to previse the great ill which casts a shadow across this forsaken realm.
Yet...perhaps there is still hope for Eorzea.
When I arrived in this land, I was beset with peril day and night─forced to endure countless trials which tested my mind, my body, and my faith. And I am not ashamed to admit that I would have faltered, had it not been for the help of a handful of nameless adventurers much like yourself. Honest men and women who proffered the hand of friendship to a weary soul and led him safe from the darkness.
I pondered long over how I could repay the kindness shown me...only to find the answer in the most unlikely of places─the final verse of the selfsame song that had so haunted me since my first days in Eorzea:Souls from aether far, strangers from strange lands,Yester with thine eyes, morrow by thine hands.
Had the gods led me to Eorzea for a reason? Might I serve a higher purpose, through which lives might be saved and order restored to the realm? I hoped that it might be so. For what better use may a man's life be put to than to serve as an agent of divine intervention? ...But in what manner was I to play my part?
Seeking an answer, I prayed for twelve days and twelve nights until at last I collapsed of exhaustion. However, it was at this moment that I was blessed with a vision─a single-horned beast leading a flock of chocobos from a burning forest. When I awoke from my reverie, I knew what I must do.
Once, long ago, I was summoned to a wealthy satrapy far to the east to play in the royal court. When my performance was complete, the High Satrap was so moved that he offered me anything I desired in exchange for one more song. I humbly accepted, and for my reward requested knowledge of a secret that had been kept by the satrapy's military for generations─their method of taming goobbues.
Needless to say, the High Satrap was initially reluctant to grant me that which I had requested, but being an honest man, ever conscious of his obligation to set an example before his subjects, he soon relented and acquiesced to my terms. Since that time, I have kept his nation's secret, but now believe that as the sixth sun wanes and seventh moon waxes, it is mete that I should pass it on in hopes that the knowledge may be made to serve us all.
With this horn, may you lead us from despair, and help usher in a new age. I put my trust in you, adventurer. Do not let me down
Many a night, when I stare up into the boundless heavens, I will oft catch a glimpse of a world not quite our own... Different, yet eerily similar. Is this the Void, or is it something else?
I suppose time will tell...
Jail dialogue:
I never thought to meet a friend in a place such as this. It appears we share a connection, you and I.
The words make sense to me now. But a single glance at your face was enough to reveal their meaning.
What words, you ask? The words of Mezaya Thousand Eyes, of course.Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons,Heavens spew crimson flame, hells seep black dooms.tray seeds quicken in ash's grey embrace,Valiant blades forged under the Twelve's good grace The first line is simple─it warns of the end of the Astral and the beginning of the Umbral Era.
The “crimson flames” falling from heaven speak of the red moon, Dalamud, as I am sure you have deduced.
Then come the “black dooms,” which represent the continuing woes of Eorzea.
“Stray seeds” in “ash”? This can only signify the birth of new hope in a desolate world. And who, pray tell, will bring us this hope?
Why, prodigiously talented, nay blessed souls who bravely venture forth with weapon in hand─or “valiant blades forged under the Twelve's good grace,” if you prefer.
A rather elegant manner of describing adventurers, would you not agree?
But if such is true, then you, my friend, do not belong in a dank, dark prison. Fly from this place, and prepare yourself for the calamities which are to come.
I shall do all that is within my power to aid you. And once the land is reborn, perhaps you and I shall meet again.
Go now. The shoots of a brave tomorrow shall spring from the seeds you sow this day.The vista stretches out before me. Beyond the void, it glimmers─a world not unlike our own...