{"id":54024,"date":"2022-03-16T06:00:20","date_gmt":"2022-03-16T10:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.shamusyoung.com\/twentysidedtale\/?p=54024"},"modified":"2022-03-16T12:07:15","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T16:07:15","slug":"a-travelog-of-ivalice-part-10-pour-some-slaughter-on-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shamusyoung.com\/twentysidedtale\/?p=54024","title":{"rendered":"A Travelog of Ivalice, Part 10: Pour Some Slaughter on Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

Emerging from the jungle, we enter directly into… a glacial mountain range? Yeah, the geography in this game makes no sense. It’s time for the ice level and goddammit an ice level is what we’re gonna get. Bur-Omisace, known the world over as a holy place and an enclave of peace, has attracted a great number of refugees with the war building up, and even as we pass through the mountains a great number of them are on their way. Balthier blames the Empire for their suffering, but Larsa is quick to point out that he’s trying to head the war off, and is certain his father shares his views. But Balthier merely tells him that he can never truly know another, not even your own father.<\/p>\n

The Senate is eminently reasonable in this regard.<\/div>
The Senate is eminently reasonable in this regard.<\/div><\/p>\n

Well, let’s just check in on the old man, eh? In Gramis’ study, Vayne is meeting with his father. The Senate has determined that Vayne needs to be sent away, but Vayne pleads that whether he stays or goes the Empire’s problems will be just the same. Moreover, he has become convinced that the Senate hates House Solidor unconditionally, and will never stop their games of seizing whatever concessions they can until they can do away with them entirely. To this end, Vayne suggests finding some pretext to have the Senate gotten rid of, just as they use the disaster over Jagd Yensa to get rid of Vayne.<\/p>\n

Gramis is tongue-in-cheek about how fast Vayne is to suggest the most ruthless course of action, but, as Vayne points out, it was Gramis himself who established this as standard procedure for the Solidors many years ago. Furthermore, he insists that it isn’t for his sake, but Larsa’s; Larsa can’t contend with the Senate the way he and Gramis can, and they must take action on his behalf so that Larsa doesn’t have to learn the hard way and become as jaded and callous as they are. Gramis is skeptical indeed that Vayne would care about his brother’s innocence, but Vayne, morbidly candid, admits that his hands are already stained with blood<\/a>, and he has no innocence left to preserve.<\/p>\n

The Emperor knows the future is no longer his to guide. His last words are thus: \u201cAnd so House Solidor lives on.\u201d<\/p>\n


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The short cinematic that shows off the area depicts it rising out of a Golmore-like jungle, with the icy Rift nowhere to be seen. This could point to the geography being shuffled around at a point in development after the prerendered cutscenes were already in the can. Or it could point to a big shrug; physical reality, what's it good for?<\/div>
The short cinematic that shows off the area depicts it rising out of a Golmore-like jungle, with the icy Rift nowhere to be seen. This could point to the geography being shuffled around at a point in development after the prerendered cutscenes were already in the can. Or it could point to a big shrug; physical reality, what's it good for?<\/div><\/p>\n

Arriving at the foot of the colossal meteora that houses the Kiltias, Bur-Omisace certainly does live up to its reputation. All around are refugees, some from recent conflicts and a few from as far back as Landis’ conquest. The Kiltias themselves manage food lines and attend to those who were hurt on the journey. A handful of the refugees merely see the place as room and board, but to most the Gran Kiltias Anastasis is a person of remarkable reputation and incredible power.<\/p>\n

The mountain is also home to many nu mou<\/a>. Nu mou are… sort of hard to describe, actually. Stubby little orangutan-faced fellers with blue-gray fur and long floppy ears. Nu mou are exceptionally long-lived, and the nu mou Kiltias act as elders to the younger human believers.<\/p>\n

Set into the mountainsideNot that this will mean much to most people, but the wyrm philosopher can be spotted early here, looking for the Vyraal in Paramina Rift.<\/span> is the edifice an ancient temple of white stone and turquoise domes. It seems Larsa has been expected, and we enter through the grand doors into the Hall of Light.<\/p>\n

<b>Larsa:<\/b> ''I don't usually give pointers on etiquette to other nobles, but, uh... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't pick your nose in front of this guy.<\/div>
Larsa:<\/b> ''I don't usually give pointers on etiquette to other nobles, but, uh... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't pick your nose in front of this guy.<\/div><\/p>\n

The hall is a short but exquisitely-adorned sanctuary of gold, polished wood, and turquoise. Smoke rises from a dozen censers on the path to the dais of Anastasis, surrounded by many columns and a high statue of\u2014 *spit take*<\/i> Oh shit!<\/i> Uh, a statue of a <\/a>seraph<\/a>, it seems. *cough*<\/i> The party stands before the ancient, wizened sage, but no words pass between them for a long moment.<\/p>\n

The sage (whose race I believe is never mentioned, but think \u201chigh elf\u201d and you’ll have it) stands with his eyes closed. Vaan whispers to Penelo that he might be asleep, but before anyone can shush him, a booming voice echoes through their minds. \u201cNo, child. I do not sleep; I dream.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gran Kiltias is a \u201cdreamsage;\u201d he explains that, in his eternal waking dream, he observes and meditates on reality and the unseen at once, observing past, present and future as a singular swirl around him.<\/p>\n

If you ever want to make it as a sage, you need a million little axioms like this. If people don't understand them, that's just proof you're on another level than them.<\/div>
If you ever want to make it as a sage, you need a million little axioms like this. If people don't understand them, that's just proof you're on another level than them.<\/div><\/p>\n

Ashe begins to introduce herself by her full title, but presumably not wanting to hear her say \u201cB’nargin\u201d (*snicker*<\/i>) and lose his bearing, Anastasis silences her, saying, \u201cDid I not just tell you I was a sage, ffs, I can know your thoughts before you say them and shit.\u201d Exposition handily disposed of, he grants that Ashe certainly is fit to be queen of the Dalmascan people, prompting Larsa to beg him to recognize her accession at once.<\/p>\n

Before he can finish the thought, though, the grave meeting is crashed by a man with olive skin and a thick Spanish accent, wearing sunglasses indoors. Larsa is delighted to see him, offering his hand, but the man pats him on the head and sets himself at once to the getting on of his empyreal swerve. Larsa introduces him as a Margrace, a man of the Rozarrian ruling house.<\/p>\n

He whips off his sunglasses, handing them to his pinafore-clad attendant, and takes a knee before the princess, introducing himself as Al-Cid Margrace.Idly, I wonder if “Al-Cid” is supposed to be a name or a title; I’m taking for granted that his name is a lightly re-Arabized nod to El Cid,<\/i> an epithet for Rodrigo D\u00edaz<\/a> simply meaning “the lord” derived from the Arabic al-Sayyid. <\/i>I also can’t be the only one to notice how strange it is we have two characters named Cid in this narrative now, neither of whom is named Cid.<\/span> Kissing her hand, Ashe gives a slight gasp as all her memories of Rasler evanesce for a moment. From far away, Fran’s keen viera senses can hear Def Leppard drifting on the wind, while in the background Balthier shrivels with envy and Penelo is quite clearly doing everything in her meager power not to sublimate into a rosy mist of lascivious frenzy.<\/p>\n

I don't know what you think of Al-Cid, but Ashe is thinking maybe two years is a really long time to grieve a guy you knew for ninety days.<\/div>
I don't know what you think of Al-Cid, but Ashe is thinking maybe two years is a really long time to grieve a guy you knew for ninety days.<\/div><\/p>\n

Anastasis is pleased to see members of the three sides of the growing conflict gathered in the name of peace, but unfortunately, Al-Cid isn’t a fan of the idea to put Ashe on the Dalmascan throne. He, Larsa, and Ashe hash out the could-bes and maybes of this action or that, and Larsa assures him that if Ashe, taking the throne, merely gave a word of favor to the Empire and a word of caution to Ondore, he could smooth everything over with the Emperor and stop the war dead right there.<\/p>\n

The Rozarrian shakes his head. This had been his hope, too, but things have changed while Larsa was on the road: Emperor Gramis is dead, and by Vayne’s hand.<\/p>\n

Thanks to the magic of editing, we are privy to the aftermath: Gabranth pushes through the halls towards the Emperor’s study, even as senators are being dragged out in irons, protesting their fate and proclaiming their innocence. Vayne and the Judges Magister are in uproar as Gramis’ corpse sits lifeless behind his desk; it would seem Senate Chairman Gregoroth has already claimed responsibility for the poisoning, and administered \u201chis own sentence\u201d with his own hand. <\/p>\n

The previous scene with the Judges Magister seemed a little silly with everyone conversing through their flamboyant, echoing helmets, didn't it? But this scene pays off that creative choice, and everything else set up in that little repartee. The masks literally come off, and we see the Judges in a more unguarded and personal way.<\/div>
The previous scene with the Judges Magister seemed a little silly with everyone conversing through their flamboyant, echoing helmets, didn't it? But this scene pays off that creative choice, and everything else set up in that little repartee. The masks literally come off, and we see the Judges in a more unguarded and personal way.<\/div><\/p>\n

Judge Bergan is eager to capture the rest of the Senate before the actors in the failed coup can escape, but Judge Drace is outraged, and not buying any of it for a second. Vayne protests that stripping the Senate of its power and granting autocracy to him\u2014 only until order can be restored\u2014 was the only reasonable course of action, but Drace tells him to shut his evil mouth and accuses him of the deed himself! Judge Zargabaath gives her a \u201cWhooooaaa now let’s not get crazy here,\u201d and she can’t believe he would buy into such an obvious trick. Tellingly, Zargabaath does not even protest, instead pointing out that, with how precarious the Empire’s situation is what with Rozarria making ready to knock on their front door, they don’t have another choice at the moment.<\/p>\n

Drace sees another choice right in her hot little hand, however, and, aghast at Vayne’s boldness, puts her sword at his throat, placing him under arrest for the murder of his father. But she finds a blade at her own throat, with Judge Bergan revealing that it was not even Vayne, but the Ministry of Law itself that granted Vayne his autocracy.Question: Is Vayne not the head of the Ministry of Law? This implies some governing body within the Ministry that apparently doesn’t include Judges Magister Drace and Gabranth.<\/span> So if you fuck with Vayne, you fuck with the Judges! Drace calls him a puppet, but seems to relent.<\/p>\n

You ever get that feeling like Gabranth and Drace were those two people at the office that everyone knew would make a great couple, and they probably know it too, but they've already known each other in this different kind of way so long that they're just kinda stuck in that mode and don't really know how to get the ball rolling? Oh, sorry, there's a scene happening here.<\/div>
You ever get that feeling like Gabranth and Drace were those two people at the office that everyone knew would make a great couple, and they probably know it too, but they've already known each other in this different kind of way so long that they're just kinda stuck in that mode and don't really know how to get the ball rolling? Oh, sorry, there's a scene happening here.<\/div><\/p>\n

Feigning acquiescence, she swings around to assault Bergan, but finds her arm caught in his own; with no real effort, he picks her up by her face and flings her across the room like a toy. Drace is incredulous; Bergan’s strength appears beyond human.<\/p>\n

Vayne, unmoved by the scene, coolly commands the stoic Zargabaath to take Bergan with him on the flagship Alexander<\/i> and retrieve Lord Larsa. Gabranth, silent until now, protests that Larsa was made Gabranth’s responsibility.<\/p>\n

…Really, is it now, Gabranth? Have you ever looked after Larsa? Do you know where he is now? Have you made any contact with his retinue, who are getting drunk off fermented nanna’s milk with Supinelu at Jahara right this very moment? Are you not, in fact, an abject failure in this task,<\/b> and indeed with every task you are allotted over the course of this entire game and its backstory?<\/p>\n

Vayne has other reason to be cross with him, though: he knows Gabranth was the Emperor’s stool-pigeon for Vayne’s goings-on, and that places him square on the new boss’s shit list, although there is a job he can do for him this very moment. In this very room, in fact!<\/p>\n

Gabranth, you’re a Judge, right? Drace is a criminal now, right? Well, Vayne offers, why not serve the bitch her death sentence?<\/p>\n

Judge MILF lasted two scenes.<\/div>
Judge MILF lasted two scenes.<\/div><\/p>\n

Zargabaath protests at once, but Vayne and Bergan watch eagerly as Gabranth picks up Drace’s own sword and crouches down over her. He can’t bring himself to kill her, but she gives her consent; she’s sealed her own fate, and Gabranth’s duty now is to Larsa. Gabranth understands, and slides the blade between her ribs.<\/p>\n

Vayne cares not even to watch, instead arranging his dead father’s posture somewhat for dignity’s sake, and echoes his words to him: \u201cAnd so House Solidor lives on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Back at Bur-Omisace, Larsa is struck dumb by the news. Yes, Al-Cid grants, the late Emperor Gramis would have at least lent his ear to Ashe, but Vayne? No way in hell. Vayne wants this war, and is canny enough to turn any situation to serve the end of starting it. What’s more, Anastasis knew as much since before we arrived. His visions of the future show Vayne as a major player in coming events, and to begin acting in the open would only draw Vayne’s attention to her.<\/p>\n

Despite the tone of his introduction, Al-Cid Margrace spends most of his screentime here dealing exposition and throwing cold water on our party. Of course, after his introduction Ashe and Penelo both probably need a little cold water thrown on them.<\/div>
Despite the tone of his introduction, Al-Cid Margrace spends most of his screentime here dealing exposition and throwing cold water on our party. Of course, after his introduction Ashe and Penelo both probably need a little cold water thrown on them.<\/div><\/p>\n

Al-Cid has intelligence on Archadian fleet movements: The new 12th Fleet is already deployed, the 1st Fleet is ready and will be deployed as soon as the flagship Odin<\/i> is refit, and the 2nd Kerwon Expeditionary Force is being recalled to fill the gap left by the 8th Fleet’s destruction. The combination will be the largest military force ever assembled.<\/p>\n

And that’s not even counting their nethicite, as Ashe points out while mispronouncing \u201ccoup de gr\u00e2ce\u201d<\/i> like a champ. She addresses the ancient sage, no longer about accession but about aid. Accession now would be meaningless, since she has no power to defend her claim or her home.Right, which is what we knew before we left Rabanastre for Jahara.<\/span> She needs a power sufficient to threaten Archadia, and wants to know if Anastasis has heard of anything she could avail herself of. The Gran Kiltias asks if she means more nethicite, but she protests; now that the Empire has nethicite, she must have a weapon of even greater power.<\/p>\n

For the first time, Anastis’ eyes shoot open and he speaks with his own lips, breaking his dream to address her directly: \u201cTo wield power against power. Truly the words of a hume child.\u201d Ashe protests; she is a true descendant of Raithwall himself, and who better to forge the future of Ivalice? Anastasis is skeptical, but recommends she seek the other power left behind by the Dynast-King: the Sword of Kings, a blade which can oppose and destroy the nethicite. Why Raithwall would leave such a relic in the care of the Gran Kiltias of his own time and not anyone of his own line\u2014 since nethicite was the weapon which won him the Galtean Alliance\u2014 is a mystery to Anastasis, but it sleeps now in the Stilshrine of Miriam, to the south of Paramina Rift.<\/p>\n

For what it's worth, I'm guessing this temple is old. And I mean oooooold. Much older than the Dynast-King. So old that our ancient history would be far in the future of this place's founding.<\/div>
For what it's worth, I'm guessing this temple is old. And I mean oooooold. Much older than the Dynast-King. So old that our ancient history would be far in the future of this place's founding.<\/div><\/p>\n

The party turns to go, but Larsa is still too stunned by the death of his father to acknowledge the events around him. Anastasis, returning once more to his visions, muses to himself that his dreams, too, fade into day…<\/p>\n

And so the party makes its way to the Stilshrine. There’s little enough to say about it; if you’ve seen one zombie-infested Galtean-era ruin, you’ve seen ’em all, or at least all the ones in this game. Only two things are noteworthy about it, which are: the Galtean architecture is distinctly recognizable, and the mid-boss is one fucked-up creature, being some sort of great metal construct covered in whirling blades and three tentacles with faces on the end of it. Even its bestiary entry<\/a> is best summed up as \u201cWhat the shit even is this thing?\u201dThe bizarre design of the Vinuskar foreshadows another fabricated dragonoid we’ll see quite late in the game. It also brings back the Magnetism mechanic for the first and last time since Final Fantasy IV, a reference that pairs well the optional Zeromus Esper also found deep in the Stilshrine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Stilshrine exterior. Pay close attention to the party's loadout; it's subtle, but you should never pass up a chance to learn from a master of this game like Shamus.<\/div>
The Stilshrine exterior. Pay close attention to the party's loadout; it's subtle, but you should never pass up a chance to learn from a master of this game like Shamus.<\/div><\/p>\n

At the bottom, a door bears an inscription for us: \u201cDEY’S GONNA BE A BOSS.\u201d Sure enough, what should lie beyond the threshold but Mateus, the Corrupt! It and its bevy of ice elementals rush the party. Sorry, Mateus, but Espers are pass\u00e9; I’ve already got one that’ll put you right in your place: Adrammelech, the Wroth. <\/p>\n

With a few gigajoules of raw esper lightning pumped through Mateus’ icy veins,Ice often seems to be weak to lightning in Ivalice, for whatever reason.<\/span> we step through into the Vault of the Champion, where the Sword of Kings rests beyond a series of pylons and within an array of spinning circles, all glowing with a blue light. As Ashe steps forward, the blue light flows into the sword. Aglow with power, it floats down and delivers itself into her hand.<\/p>\n

Behold, the forty-sixth Maguffin of our tale. Not the last.<\/div>
Behold, the forty-sixth Maguffin of our tale. Not the last.<\/div><\/p>\n

Ashe grasps the hilt gingerly, enthralled by the relic, but the sheer weight of the thing slams it to the ground the moment she touches it. I really must give due praise to the craftsmaship put into the cutscenes; as much as I complain about narrative details, the juxtaposition of Ashe’s awed want of the sword and her abrupt, bathetic inadequacy with it is intoxicating visual storytelling, as is the image of Ashe standing with the Sword in one hand and the Dawn Shard in the other. Vaan pipes up with the bright idea to test the sword on the Dawn Shard.<\/p>\n

Everyone laughs and tells him what a fuck-up he is, before they\u2014 wait, I’m sorry, they take this idea dead seriously and try it at once. As Ashe heaves the sword high above her head, Dawn Shard in place to receive its terrible thwacking, it begins pissing a bit of mist. It would seem the stone fears for its own existence, and a specter of Rasler appears to Ashe, shaking his head as if to say, \u201cARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT OR SOMETHING?\u201d Ashe thinks for a moment and slams the blade down… just to the side of the Dawn Shard. The ghostly Rasler smiles, and disappears to change its translucent trousers. The stone’s reaction seems confirmation enough of the sword’s abilities, and we may as well keep the power of both.<\/p>\n

No matter how frustrated you might be at being stuck with Ashe, you've got nothing on Rasler, who is stuck haunting her. And Vaan.<\/div>
No matter how frustrated you might be at being stuck with Ashe, you've got nothing on Rasler, who is stuck haunting her. And Vaan.<\/div><\/p>\n

Emerging from the Stilshrine, the airship Alexander<\/i> and its entourage fly above, seeming to head away from Bur-Omisace. At its helm, Judge Zargabaath shakes his head and mourns, \u201cThe Empire’s debts grow legion.\u201d The party sees a great plume of smoke rising from the temple environs, and hurry back to find a tragedy. The Imperials did not retrieve Lord Larsa with a light touch, and, led by the bloodthirsty Bergan, slaughtered any who would stop them from occupying the temple itself. Though it would seem the Alexander<\/i> has left, there are still a small number of troops left behind in the temple, where Anastasis pleads with them.<\/p>\n

Hurrying inside, the party finds the cloister wrecked, with Gran Kiltias Anastasis sleeping the sleep of death at the feet of Judge Bergan.<\/p>\n

Note the statue, literally defaced.<\/div>
Note the statue, literally defaced.<\/div><\/p>\n

It would seem he anticipated their search for the Sword of Kings, and demands they hand it over to him, for, \u201cToo late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in gods learn their fate.\u201d Behind him, the same specter that seemed to have possessed Mjrn floats, its eyes gleaming in the black void. The Judge glows with a radiant power, and the party realizes that he is empowered by nethicite. Fran believes he is possessed as Mjrn was, but Bergan only laughs.<\/p>\n

The power of this new nethicite, he says, is the power of mankind, and Vayne, wielding such power as the Dynast-King could never have hoped to, shall become the new, true Dynast-King where Raithwall could only beg scraps from the table of the gods who permitted his rule. With it, he shall place \u201cthe reins of history back in the hands of man,\u201d the first of many times we shall hear this phrase from now on.<\/p>\n

With nethicite set about his very bones and some inscrutable entity lingering in his mind, he is infused body and spirit with their incredible power. My God, Bergan, are those… mako eyes?! If we will not hand over the sword willingly, we must die, then.<\/p>\n

The second Judge we've faced, and the second that will die today.<\/div>
The second Judge we've faced, and the second that will die today.<\/div><\/p>\n

BRING IT! Now, Bergan always kicked my ass in the past, so I say with not a little satisfaction that Vaan brought him down almost to death with a single lucky four-hit combo from his greatsword. And then the rest of the way. So there.<\/p>\n

Bergan’s death fixes little, though; Larsa is taken back home, and the Gran Kiltias is dead. It would seem some great power is at work, unknown to us, and even the great powers we do know have set their hands dead against us.<\/p>\n

Al-Cid Margrace stumbles in with the help of his aide. It would seem Larsa went willingly with Judge Gabranth, to avoid causing just such a tragedy, yet Bergan flew into a frenzy and began striking down the Kiltias no sooner than Larsa had departed. Al-Cid was badly wounded in battle with Bergan himself, yet managed to flee for his life after Anastasis took his attentions.<\/p>\n

He pleads with Lady Ashe to return with him to Rozarria. Their military favors a preemptive strike, and the Empire’s actions have them all but ready to begin their campaign. Ashe’s words could, if nothing else, ensure that his is not the country that starts this great war.<\/p>\n

Take a glance at how Ashe is kneeling, and now trace Al-Cid's line of sight. Ashe might not know much about White Magic, but trust me, she's saving this man's life.<\/div>
Take a glance at how Ashe is kneeling, and now trace Al-Cid's line of sight. Ashe might not know much about White Magic, but trust me, she's saving this man's life.<\/div><\/p>\n

Ashe refuses, though; with the Sword of Kings in hand, she has a weapon that can counter their greatest weapon, and if any bargain can be made, it is best done after the Dusk Shard is splintered at her own hand.<\/p>\n

Margrace is skeptical, but Balthier has a good lead on where the Empire’s deifacted nethicite might be: Draklor Laboratory, the seat of Archades’ military research. It seems Balthier’s intense hateboner for all things Draklor will keep him with us for at least a while longer, then. Al-Cid takes his leave, returning to his country to do what good he can. He wishes Ashe luck, and leaves us with some well-wishing from Larsa.<\/p>\n

I adore the whole Paramina section. This might be the best the game gets. It’s also the last part of this fucking game that makes any sense.<\/p>\n

The Travelog continues next week.<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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