The City of Lost Angels
The City of Lost Angels
- Quest giver
- Jenomis Cen Lexentale
- Location
- The Prima Vista Tiring Room (X:5.9, Y:5.9)
- Quest line
- Return to Ivalice
- Level
- 70
- Experience
0- Gil
1,408- Previous quest
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In Bad Taste- Patch
- 4.5
“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
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- 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?
Mikoto: Look!
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.
Bwagi: General!
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.
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