The Call of the Sea/Plot Details

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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.1) - Tavnazian Safehold
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 * Equette: Good day, young adventurer.

Equette: I suppose your travels have taken you to the four corners of Vana'diel--across towering mountains and vast oceans...

Equette:  It has been so long since I have seen Tavnazia's emerald-green seas...

Equette: When I was still young, I used to take walks along the beach near the capital.

Equette: The whole world sparkled as the evening sun reflected off the waves.

Equette: As I would stare out from the white sands, I used to imagine that the water stretched on to infinity.

Equette: But all I have left now are my fading memories...

Equette: How I long to feel the cool spray on my skin; to hear the soft whisper of the waves...

Equette: However, confined to the cold, damp walls of this forsaken cavern, I fear that I may never again hear the call of the seabirds...

Equette: There are days when the southern winds carry upon their wings the salty fragrance of the ocean, as if to torment me; it is a constant reminder that what seems so close is in fact so far from reach.

Equette: However, I do recall one thing...

Equette: Long ago, an acquaintance of mine told me a tale of a shell that, when placed to one's ear, could magically transport the listener to the seashore.

Equette: He said that this treasure was guarded by a great beast that lived on the peninsula coast.

Equette: Why a monster would go to the trouble of hiding such an item was beyond me, but I did not press my friend for any further details.

Equette: He was known well for his ability to exaggerate the truth, and so at the time, I took his stories with a grain of rocksalt.

Equette: However, now that I have aged and have had time to reflect on his tall tale, there is a part of me that wishes what he said were true.

Equette: Perhaps now I am grasping at threads of hope at a time when the winds of despair rage through the heart of an old, withered soul. !Script !Video !Script !Video !Script !Video
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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.2) - Tavnazian Safehold
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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.3) - Tavnazian Safehold
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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.3) - Tavnazian Safehold
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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.4) - Tavnazian Safehold
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 * colspan="2"| The Call of the Sea (pt.4) - Tavnazian Safehold
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