The Echo Awakens/Plot Details

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 * colspan="2"| The Echo Awakens - Qufim Island
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 * ???: Ah, there you are, Player Name.  I knew you'd come.

Young Aldo: Let's see what you've brought with you. The Seedspall Lux, Seedspall Luna, and Seedspall Astrum... Ahhh, excellent.

Young Aldo: Long, long ago...  Long before you great grandfather--or even your great grandfather's great grandfather--ever drew breath, there was a song...

Young Aldo: A song born from the mouths of the ancient gods themselves.

Young Aldo: A dreadful, terrible song that, if sung to its conclusion, would mean the end of the world--the lay of destruction.

Young Aldo: It all began with a stone...

Young Aldo: ...or so the legend says.

Young Aldo: In ages past, a sentient jewel, enormous and beautiful, banished the darkness.

Young Aldo: Its many-colored light filled the world with life and brought forth mighty gods.

Young Aldo: Bathed in that light, the world entered an age of bliss until, after a time, the gods fell into slumber.

Young Aldo: That world was called Vana'diel. But the song continues...

Young Aldo: However, this age will not last. The great bane will devour the fair land of Vana'diel.

Young Aldo: The ancient seal will be broken, awakening nightmares of ages past.

Young Aldo: A tragic age of darkness will reign. And yet, the gods will not wake from their slumber...

Young Aldo: That world was called Vana'diel. But the song continues...

Young Aldo: Yes, it's all becoming so clear now...

Young Aldo: The lay of the ancient gods, a song never meant to reach mortal ears...

Young Aldo: The strains of the forbidden verse have spilled over into our world, weaving themselves into the rush of the wind, the crash of the waves, and the heartbeats of every living being on Vana'diel.

Young Aldo: It has already become one with us, never to return to its rightful time and place.

Young Aldo: A single sound echoes, then echoes once more. What began as a whisper grows into a roar as it reverberates through time and space.

Young Aldo: Don't you see, Player Name? There's no turning back...not now.

Young Aldo: The fate of mankind--of this very world--has been set in motion.

Young Aldo: You have already uncovered the secret lay of the sleeping gods, I see.

Young Aldo: Could this be why the echo has grown so strong...?

Young Aldo: No matter. The echo of the ancient ode already resonates throughout our world...

Young Aldo: ...silent though it may be to mortal ears.

Young Aldo: It is the echo that, left unchecked, will cast open the door to Paradise...

Young Aldo: ...and unravel the very fabric of Vana'diel itself.

Young Aldo: But what can be done? How are we to fight what can neither be seen nor heard?

Young Aldo: Perhaps there is a way...

Young Aldo: The shards you brought here were not the only fragments of the crystal to fall from the heavens.

Young Aldo: Perhaps the others hold the answers we seek. Perhaps they will reveal to us how to save this world.

Young Aldo: The Seedspall Roseum, the Seedspall Caerulum, and the Seedspall Viridis...  We must recover them, and quickly. Before they fall into the wrong hands...

Young Aldo: If those nosy Goblins were to stumble across them, one can only imagine what effect the power of the crystal might have...

Young Aldo: I'll be waiting for you here. And Player Name...you'd better hurry.

Young Aldo: With each passing moment, the echo grows stronger, ever closer to drowning out the sound of our very existence...
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