Enter the Space Phrolova Created and witness the story’s finale
Defeat Hecate
Search for the Mysterious Girl in the crowd
Investigate the trace left by the mysterious girl
Wait until noon (11:00-13:00)
Head to the Family's Safe House
Go to the Cathedral of Mercury
Dialogue[]
Quest Description
Following Carlotta's guidance, you arrive at the Penitent's End and reunite with the Troupe. Here, another buried secret of the Order awaits discovery...
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_14.oggRoccia: Fly, fly to the high heavens. We are born free, and our souls will soar even in death.
What exactly are these phantoms?
You were old friends, hm?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_17.oggRoccia: Golden phantoms are... Reverberations mixed with the frequencies left behind by people who've passed away.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_18.oggRoccia: When someone dies, their Reverberations linger. Usually, they merge into the same cacophony of frequencies that spawns Tacet Discords.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_19.oggRoccia: But sometimes, a trace of their final will remains, and the mist shapes this into phantoms.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_20.oggRoccia: This lingering will helps the phantoms resist becoming Tacet Discords and instead guide the lost through the mist.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_21.oggRoccia: If the mist clears, they'll vanish. If the mist lingers, their fate is sealed. It will only be a matter of time before they merge with other Reverberations and become Tacet Discords.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_20_22.oggRoccia: Their final frequencies tend to cling to certain objects... like this Luceanite here. I collect them as proof that they once lived.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_21_2.oggRoccia: In Ragunna, those who break the law are sent to the Order Tribunal for sentencing. Those who violate the sacred doctrines are branded as Fools and sent away on the Pilgrim's Sail.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_21_12.oggRoccia: It's said that when the first Dark Tide ravaged Rinascita, the first Primus followed the currents on a rickety boat and met the Sentinel in person. That's where the Pilgrim's Sail tradition came from.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_21_3.oggRoccia: Now, the Fools retrace the Primus's journey, reflecting on their mistakes along the way.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_21_4.oggRoccia: There's a strong undercurrent around this isle, likely caused by that first Dark Tide. It drags all Pilgrim's Sails here unless the ship's course is altered.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_22_4.oggRoccia: Only Brant would call them ghosts with that kind of flair... It must be him, but I can't tell where he is in the mist.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_22_5.oggRoccia: Anyway, let's deal with the trouble here first before we go look for him.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_4.oggRoccia: You're welcome, but if you'd tilted your head just ten centimeters to the left, it wouldn't have been the Discord's head that got popped—it'd be yours.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_5.oggBrant: Not on your watch. Besides, fortune always smiles on me—except in bets.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_6.oggBrant: And we've crossed paths with the Rover again! Can't get luckier than that!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_15.oggBrant: I was patrolling the coast earlier when I saw their ship drifting into the mist. Time was against us, so I departed alone without alerting the crew.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_17.oggBrant: Don't be afraid. You're safe with us. You've got some skill, you know, holding your own for so long in the trial against the Tacet Discords.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_19.oggAndreas: I've worked hard all my life and stayed true to the Order's teachings about forsaking earthly pleasures for divine favor. And what do I get in return? Heavier taxes.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_20.oggAndreas: When pirates ransacked my merchant fleet leaving me with nothing, I turned to the Order for help. They said it was a divine trial and left me to rot.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_21.oggAndreas: I stood before the Sentinel's statue, asking if my suffering was really Their will, but all I got was... silence.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_22.oggAndreas: Why should I wait for peace in the afterlife when I could be living for today? How is that a crime?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_23.oggAndreas: As for salvation... I don't believe in it, and I certainly don't need it.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_29.oggBrant: Fools on the Pilgrim's Sail often meet their demise in a storm or they're swallowed by the waves... Even if they do survive, they still face hunger, thirst, and the unforgiving wrath of nature.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_31.oggBrant: Look around. This is all that remains of the Pilgrim's Sail... This is always their final destination, where the Fools meet their end.
Is this the truth Carlotta spoke of?
Is this the place Carlotta said everything ends?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_32.oggRoccia: Yes. The pilgrimage is nothing but a banishment in disguise. The path to salvation they speak of doesn't exist.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_35.oggBrant: Otherwise, how could this once sacred place now look like such a hellish wasteland?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_39.oggAndreas: Wait, sacred place? No wonder the others were talking about it on the ship. They believed the Order's promise that prayers at the Sacrificial Arena would grant them forgiveness... They must be heading up the mountain now.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_44.oggRoccia: More hands make light work. I called in some help to escort him back to the base once the mist cleared.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_45.oggBrant: Ah, the first mate's foresight is unmatched! Then the three of us can head up the mountain.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_23_46.oggBrant: But beware my friend, by the end of this pilgrimage, you will witness the order's cruelest deceit. The dangers ahead will only intensify.
That's what I'm here for.
No time for doubt. Lives are at stake.
I've got a score to settle with that dragon anyway.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_26_1.oggBrant: Begone, you vexing wretches... The Sacrificial Arena is right there. Let's take them down in one blow. Head to the Figurehead's Shrine
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_27_2.oggDevout Follower: Is this... some kind of test for me? I-I see. No matter how harsh the punishment, I'll take it. Even if... even if...
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_5.oggAbby: Of course! You think that lil' lizard could take me down? I just took a nap after eating its frequency. Hic...
Abby! I thought I lost you!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_6.oggAbby: Uh, seriously? You think that lil' lizard could take me down? I just took a nap after eating its frequency.
Abby! I'll avenge you!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_7.oggAbby: Thanks, but no thanks. You think that lil' lizard could take me down? I just took a nap after eating its frequency.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_8.oggAbby: But seriously, that was close! The fire it breathed almost singed your hair! Good thing I was here to back you up!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_9.oggAbby: As soon as I realized it was a Tacet Discord, I went for it and ate its frequency. Piece of cake! But I gotta say, it was a pretty hefty bite.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_10.oggAbby: I swear I chewed it up, but it was hard to swallow. It wasn't the taste, you know. More like my digestion's been a mess lately. Hic.
Is it because of your condition?
Your condition is definitely getting worse.
Exercising more might help with that.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_14.oggAbby: That's not the point! The real deal is, I found something crazy in its frequency.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_28_15.oggAbby: You said you somehow experienced empathy with a Tacet Discord back in Jinzhou, right? How about trying that again with this guy?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_3.oggRoccia: Tacet Discords' frequencies are perpetually fading, inching toward their end.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_4.oggRoccia: Their only way to maintain their existence is to consume other frequencies as food.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_5.oggRoccia: The Dark Tide and mist enveloping this isle have drawn in countless Tacet Discords. Their frequencies should have been enough to feed the dragon.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_16.oggBrant: Our troupe usually earns a living by performing on the nearby islands. Sometimes, we take on escort missions for merchant ships as well. That's how we first got acquainted with the Fractsidus.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_17.oggBrant: At first, they were just lurking about, raiding ships. But as the Carnevale drew near, their actions grew suspicious. We noticed them lingering around a certain sea.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_18.oggBrant: Remember Cetus the Tidebreaker, the creature that attacked you when we first met?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_19.oggBrant: After we parted ways, we went searching for it to find out what had gone wrong.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_21.oggBrant: Alas, the Tidebreaker slipped away into the deep, beyond our reach. Still, this bloom leaves no doubt. The Fractsidus is behind its strange behavior.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_22.oggRoccia: We saw what they did to the dragon. The Cetus's violent outburst must be their doing as well.
They could wreak havoc at the Carnevale.
What if their true target is the Sentinel?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_25.oggRoccia: They say the Carnevale is a ceremony to resonate with the Sentinel. Those who claim the Laurel may be graced with a miracle—a direct communion with the divine.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_26.oggBrant: At first, we thought you were merely a curious traveler, intrigued by the Carnevale and our Sentinel. But now, seeing how far you've come, there's more to your quest, isn't there?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_30_27.oggBrant: Our troupe has always sought the Laurel, and we won't sit back while others threaten the Carnevale. If they're your foes, then our paths align!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_32_1.oggBrant: Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to present to you our sanctuary, a haven for all the surviving Fools at the edge of the world.
Pretty impressive.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_32_4.oggBrant: It is, my friend. We built this base from the ground up, and I dare say it's a triumph worthy of the ages.
A base... in THIS place?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_32_5.oggBrant: They say the most dangerous places are the safest. Penitent's End has always been forsaken, and now, cloaked in the sea of mist, even the Order's envoys wouldn't dare set foot here. It's the perfect refuge for us.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_32_6.oggRoccia: The mist does shield us from the Order, but it brings its own set of problems.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_4.oggBrant: Sailing has its own trials—sea monsters, storms, whirlpools, undercurrents, you name it. When such challenges arise, you've got to trust your helm and your crew.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_5.oggBrant: They'll stand by you through thick and thin, and your job is to guide them safely through it all, till you reach the journey's end.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_6.oggMorrias: I understand... Everyone has been so good to me, always looking out for me. When I grow up, I'll be a great captain and take care of them too!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_7.oggBrant: That's the spirit, kiddo! You've already got the heart of a captain, and that's no small feat. You're the captain of your own ship!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_10.oggMorrias: And... can I maybe have a sip of the stuff you like to drink? The Troupe Strength?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_11.oggBrant: Ah, well... Ahem! That's a special brew for captains who've faced the fiercest storms. When you're ready, your own glass of Troupe Strength will be waiting.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_16.oggBrant: It's a drink made of Waterlamps, fermented, distilled, and aged to perfection. Not for young ones, of course.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_17.oggBrant: We brew it ourselves, each of us with their preferred strength. It's not worth much, but it's one of the few pleasures we can have here...
Kids here really seem to trust you.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_18.oggBrant: As the captain, it's my duty to be the crew's compass. This face must not show any fear or sorrow.
About the Reverberations in the sea mist...
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_19.oggBrant: This isle is fraught with hidden threats. Many who were banished never made it to join us, claimed by the Tacet Discords. Their Reverberations became part of the mist...
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_21.oggBrant: Some will eventually leave to follow the call of their hearts, their silhouettes forever etched into the mist.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_22.oggBrant: We hope they find their promised lands. The troupe may be a safe harbor, but it's certainly not the final destination of their journey.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_23.oggBrant: We honor their names and stories in our plays, passing their legacy down through the crew.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_24.oggBrant: Beriarti the Fire Eater, Toscanini the Night Watcher, Fernando the Fish Killer... Their stories remain vivid in my memory. One day, I'll compile them into a book. Mark my words.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_25.oggBrant: Over the years, we've bid farewell to many and welcomed countless new faces... It seems this cycle will never end.
Why were you banished?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_27.oggBrant: When I was a boy, I saw the Sentinel's statue in the Cathedral of Mercury. Curiosity led me to point at the statue and ask, "How can you say it's the Sentinel when no one has ever laid eyes on it?" I didn't know the consequences that would follow.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_28.oggBrant: That question earned me a pilgrimage[1]. At the time, I thought it was some grand adventure.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_29.oggBrant: On the Pilgrim's Sail, I was cared for by other Fools who shared what little they had and shielded me from the grim reality with their kindness and smiles.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_30.oggBrant: But all I could do was watch... as they passed away, one by one. From that day forward, I swore to wipe away the tears of the innocent.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_31.oggBrant: Every adventurer needs a rest, and every ship must find a port. For us, that meant finding a sanctuary.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_32.oggBrant: When we finally reached this forsaken isle, the destination of our pilgrimage, we fought the Tacet Discords to claim our territory and scavenged what we could from the ship's wreckage. From that, we built all this...
A remarkable achievement.
There's something bittersweet in that.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_34_35.oggBrant: Though the night may be long, the dawn always follows! That, my friend, is what we should set our sights on.
(Optional - Talk to Roccia)
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_1.oggFlustered Troupe Member: First Mate! What should we do with these stage props?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_2.oggRoccia: Load the light boxes on the heavy suitcases. Place the lights on top and secure them with chains. Keep the fireworks well away from the curtains.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_3.oggRoccia: And don't forget to check the freshwater reserves and all cabin doors.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_19.oggRoccia: I've heard Lario's scientific name is Pliosaurus Somnii, an incredible creature first seen in the dream of its discoverer.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_20.oggRoccia: It used to escort our ships across the seas, and then, of its own accord, became our stage. It has braved countless storms with us.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_33_26.oggRoccia: The play was about freedom, love, and hope. How could something so beautiful be considered taboo? I... I don't understand.
(Meet with Bardolino)
???: Relax, young man. Life's only just unfurling its sails for you. Why sit there like one of those dour statues in the Order's halls? Don't be afraid to show a little spark!
Andreas: I... I was just thinking about my future. Is Ragunna truly lost to me forever?
???: Ah, some have found their way back, but under the Order's watchful eye. Is that really what you want? A life without freedom?
???: Listen, you don't need a grand stage to leave your mark. A true Ragunnesi can turn even a ragged tent into the finest theater. That's what I'm preparing to do.
???: I might be an old man now, but don't let that fool you. I was once crowned with the Laurel, you know!
Andreas: You? A-are you... Mr. Bardolino?
Bardolino: In the flesh! Hahaha!
Did anything unusual happen to you when you had the Laurel?
Bardolino: As I took my final bow on stage, a bright light pierced through the clouds, shining down from the sky. And then, a radiant Laurel descended upon me. And I heard a voice—it was the Sentinel's voice, ringing in my head.
Bardolino: I asked Them a question that had puzzled me since childhood, the ultimate philosophical riddle—"What should I eat tonight?"
Bardolino: And They answered, "The body is the temple of the mind. To keep your mind sharp, do consume healthy food, such as the Laurus Salad."
Bardolino: But why Laurus Salad?[2]a I was baffled, and the meaning still eludes me to this very day. I've never been quick-witted though, and the Order's doctrines never quite took hold. Acting, however, that is where my true passion lies...
Perhaps that's just the Sentinel's personal favorite...
I must say, your question is rather interesting...
Andreas: But why did a blessed Laureate like you get banished by the Order?
Bardolino: Back when I won the Laurel, Ragunna was led by the Holy Maiden. She promoted all sorts of grand celebrations during the Carnevale, an unceasing tide of revelry...
Bardolino: Stages sprang up on every corner of the city, performances dancing through the streets, and shops adorned in vibrant hues. Even on rainy nights, you could still hear music playing in the square.
Bardolino: Some performers wove their critiques into their acts. Sharp as she was, the Holy Maiden noticed. She refined city policy with each whisper of dissent.
Bardolino: Ah, those were the golden days, my friend. The Holy Maiden once said that if she were to leave this world, she'd want no majestic tomb or a solemn funeral, but the grandest Carnevale as her final farewell.
Bardolino: And then... she really did leave us. The current Primus took her place, and in the name of "mourning the Holy Maiden," issued all sorts of bans on the Carnevale. But is that really what she would have wanted?
Bardolino: The Order's grip tightened, and the Carnevale performances were reduced to dull, monotonous shadows of their former selves.
Bardolino: One year, I strung a wire from a Gondola to the top of the clock tower in Liberty Square, and another from the tower to the Fisalia's mansion.
Bardolino: Then, I disguised myself as one of the La Guardia to fool the Acolytes and climbed to the roof along the wire...
Bardolino: Midway through the Order's performance, I hopped on a Wingray with a Cloudcaster, showering the entire city with flowers.
Brant: Yes, it was a magnificent sight. The Wingray soared higher than the Acolytes could reach. They couldn't do anything but watch golden-pink petals rain from the sky for three whole days.
Roccia: They struggled to clean up the flowers from the streets, and it took a downpour to wash them all away. That Cloudcaster, adapted from a music van, became the prototype for the one we use on stage today.
Exactly what I'd expect from a Laureate.
No wonder you got banished by the Order...
Bardolino: But that's all in the past! To this day, I'm still not sure what crime they pinned on me. Maybe walking the wire without protection? Ha!
Bardolino: Anyway, I'm just an old relic now. But you lot, you're the main characters of this era, facing down every obstacle with fire in your bellies!
Andreas: But isn't our fate already sealed? Without the so-called "salvation" the Order preaches, we're doomed to our banishment. Just lost souls, dying in obscurity...
Roccia: Life is short, and we weren't born just to atone. The Order may banish us, but they can't take away our right to sing.
Roccia: Death is one of many possible ends, but it's certainly not the worst. Perhaps being forgotten is what the Order wanted for us.
Brant: They want to erase all traces of our existence, grind us into dust, and drag us into the abyss... But we'll fight the tide and live our lives to the fullest.
Brant: Members of the troupe may come and go, but they've never truly left us. Their deeds and songs are passed down through the ages.
Brant: One day, our voices will echo across every land, our words will reach every corner of the world, and by then, even the Tacet Discords in the Stormy Sea will know our names.
Bardolino: That's the spirit, boy! Even if I can't earn myself a proper title, I'll become Rinascita's most enigmatic legend. When I'm gone, I'll leave behind a coffin that sings, or maybe turn into a lark, singing every day and night...
Bardolino: What say you, Brant? Do you like this stage design? It could be used for this year's Carnevale!
What... are you doing?
Nice balloons.
Have you considered how you're going to get down?
Bardolino: Our little chat reminded me of those good old days, so why not relive that scene I just mentioned? I still remember that famous line: "Even without wings, we can still soar to the heavens!"
Bardolino: Now that you mention it, that's a very good question! Hahaha...
Brant: Please don't mind him. We like our performances big and bold, after all.
There's something else I'd like to ask-
This place doesn't seem very safe...
Roccia: That fight with the dragon probably messed with the mountain's stability. If Bardolino keeps moving around up there, it could get dangerous. We need to find a way to get him down, and fast.
Roccia: We might need your help with this, (Rover).. Pero should have some useful items in her box.
Roccia: We've got a Cloudcaster that can conjure up some fluffy Cloud Cushions. They'd make the perfect stairs to reach Mr. Bardolino, or catch him for a soft landing.
Roccia: But some of its parts have been borrowed by other troupe members...
(Acquire the base of the Cloudcaster from Levito)
Levito: Sailors cheer as hearts ignite, soon we'll break these chains so tight. Set the course, embrace the storm, sailing on 'til light is born...
What are you doing?
Levito: Oh, hello! I'm writing a sea shanty!
Levito: Did you know, Ragunna gondolier's songs are usually in 3/4 time. It matches the flow of water perfectly.
Levito: When they row, their strokes go "slow dip, quick lift," which fits that rhythm.
Levito: But for our troupe, we use a 4/4 signature with strong and weak beats. It's catchy and perfect for sailors to sing along to as we work together to tackle the waves.
Why were you banished?
Levito: Actually... boarding the Pilgrim's Sail was my choice.
Levito: I used to compose hymns for the Order. Sounds prestigious, hm?
Levito: But the same old rhythm and lyrics started to wear on me. Music should be alive! So I decided to take the pilgrimage, believing I'd find new inspiration from the divinity.
Levito: Hmph, you probably already know what the pilgrimage really is. I was foolish to believe the Order's lies, but luckily, the troupe found me and brought me in. Ah, have you seen any of our performances perhaps?
Levito: We don't do those lofty soliloquies that give you existential dread. That doesn't mean our plays are shallow—they're just more hopeful and speak directly to the heart.
Levito: We do Commedia Improvviso, a style of play that's all about those fleeting, beautiful moments of everyday life.
Levito: We sing of love that endures, enemies who become allies in the fight against evil...
Levito: The Order may scoff at such stories, but they're real, human stories—full of ambition, dignity, and everything that makes us human.
Levito: Traveling with the troupe, I've learned to see the beauty in the small things, and I've met people facing similar and unique life struggles.
Levito: Only those who walk in the fields can really see how the crops grow. It's the same with music—you can't truly know it until you've listened.
Levito: That's why I'm always chatting with the crew, gathering ideas for my ballads and shanties—the true rhyme of our time.
Did you borrow some of the Cloudcaster's parts?
Levito: The Cloudcaster... Oh, I use its base as a desk. Our first mate lent it to me so I could write more comfortably.
Levito: Here it is—careful, it's heavy.
(Acquire the resonance unit of the Cloudcaster from Tina)
Tina: (Soft singing)
Tina: I'd rather be a wild flower, ignored by all, in my own power. Than a rose that bends and sways, bathed in grace, but lost in dismay...
What are you doing?
Tina: Isn't it obvious? I'm practicing for the Carnevale!
Tina: I'm the troupe's soprano and helmswoman. Steering Rinascita's Echo ship isn't just about strength, it's about resonating with the Echoes.
Tina: After years at sea, I've learned that some Echoes are sensitive to our songs and will react to them in different ways.
Tina: The Order warns of sirens lurking in the Stormy Sea's mists, but they don't scare me. I'll show them who the real siren of these waters really is!
Tina: Who knows? Ask the Order and they'll give you a hundred reasons.
Tina: I can't even remember how long I drifted on that Pilgrim's Sail, but the troupe found me just in time and took me in.
Tina: What's past is past. It's the present that counts. Let go of the bad days and enjoy the moment. This is the way to live, hm?
Why were you banished?
Tina: Who knows? Ask the Order and they'll give you a hundred reasons.
Tina: I can't even remember how long I drifted on that Pilgrim's Sail, but the troupe found me just in time and took me in.
Tina: What's past is past. It's the present that counts. Let go of the bad days and enjoy the moment. This is the way to live, hm?
Did you borrow some of the Cloudcaster's parts?
Tina: Cloudcaster... Hmm, it does ring a bell.
Tina: Here, the resonance unit. It helps me find the right pitch and rhythm. Works like a charm! You should give it a try too.
(Acquire the reel of the Cloudcaster from Battier)
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_5.oggBattier: Me? Just prepping dinner. The storm's passed, so it's the perfect time for fishing!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_6.oggBattier: The captain once told me a secret: the fiercer the storm, the more fish it brings. Sometimes we even see fish swept up by the wind, raining down from the sky!
Only fish on the menu?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_9.oggBattier: Usually, yeah. But when we dock on an island, the captain and first mate will buy some other food from the locals.
Uh, are you sure this is legal?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_10.oggBattier: Legal? Ha, who cares! We're not even a legitimate troupe according to the Order.
Why were you banished?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_11.oggBattier: Back in Ragunna, I was just a fledgling fisherman when I accidentally caught an Orastie.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_12.oggBattier: Turns out it's a sacred fish, only meant as an offering to the Sentinel. Mortals aren't allowed to catch it… but it swam right into my net! Not really my fault, was it?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_13.oggBattier: Though, the Order didn't see it that way. They banished me here, like tossing a fish onto dry land.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_14.oggBattier: Luckily, the troupe found me. I can still fish like I used to. Otherwise, I'd probably be dead or living as a pirate.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_15.oggBattier: Though, to be honest, life here ain't too different from a pirate's, except we're not hunting for treasure but for smiles and cheers from our punters!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_35_17.oggBattier: We scavenge all sorts of stuff from the beach and fix them up as needed. Nothing goes to waste! Don't be fooled by appearances, this stuff can be pretty versatile!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_105_1.oggBardolino: Thank you, dear (boyboyText for male Rover/girlgirlText for female Rover)! You helped me complete this performance and fulfill one of my dearest wishes. Please, I'll gladly give you my most prized possession!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_105_2.oggCarlotta: Apologies for my late arrival to such a magnificent performance. Did I miss anything?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_105_3.oggBardolino: Oh my, oh my! What an honor to witness the beauty of our generous benefactor! Thank you, my lady, for rescuing this humble soul in his moment of need...
You're a sharp shooter, Carlotta.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_105_7.oggCarlotta: You flatter me. The family's protection extends to all who stand by us.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_105_10.oggBrant: Might I say what a pleasure it is to see you again, Ms. Carlotta! You have my heartfelt gratitude!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_2.oggCarlotta: Yes, thank you. The Order's scheme was uncovered as planned. Uncle Capollo was rescued, and Grandfather has handled the rest.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_3.oggCarlotta: I still owe you thanks, (Rover), for improvising with me in front of that Priest.
Don't worry. Your help has more than repaid your debt.
That's what I should say. You've always been helping me, with or without my knowing.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_6.oggCarlotta: You've got a sharp mind. No pain, no gain, as Grandfather used to say. I'm pleased we're on the same page.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_7.oggCarlotta: Your kindness is much appreciated. The Montellis won't forget this. In return, I'll share everything I know.
So, the Order has been targeting the Montellis.
No need to thank me, we share a common enemy.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_10.oggCarlotta: I believe you've noticed that the Order has been undermining the family under the guise of its doctrines. Alienation, monopolization—just a few tricks up their sleeve. Their true motives, however, run deeper.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_11.oggCarlotta: Their alliance with the Fractsidus speaks volumes. While we don't know the full extent of their conspiracy, one thing is clear: their sights are set on this year's Carnevale.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_12.oggCarlotta: Legend has it that the Sentinel, Imperator, has been secluded in the heavens, cut off from the mortal realm. The last record of the Sentinel is from the Carnevale a decade ago.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_13.oggCarlotta: At that time, the entire city was shrouded in mist. Ghosts roamed the streets, a dragon roared from the sky and a sea behemoth raged, summoning towering waves... Do any clues come to mind?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_19.oggCarlotta: Remnant Clouds corrupted by evil will disrupt Echoes' frequencies. If the mist had spread to the city, it would have stirred the Echoes into chaos.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_20.oggCarlotta: We are lucky that you and Zani, along with that Acolyte, awakened Lorelei in time. You prevented the mist from spreading and averted the Waveworn. The Fractsidus must still be licking their wounds.
(Sort out the clues about the Vault Guards)
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_21_M.oggMedia:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_21_F.ogg(Rover): The Montelli traitors used Lycoris in experiments to turn Echoes back into Tacet Discords... If they were successful, the "ghosts" seen ten years ago may have also been created this way.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_22.oggBrant: "Ghost" is just a dramatic name given by the Ragunnesi for Tacet Discords. They look nearly identical to Echoes, especially in the mist.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_23.oggCarlotta: With your help, Grandfather has thwarted their plan. No corrupted Echoes will appear at this year's Carnevale.
(Sort out the clues about the Dragon of Dirge)
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_24_M.oggMedia:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_24_F.ogg(Rover): Order has allied with the Fractsidus to control the dragon... From what I saw when I connected with its frequency, they might be planning to command it to attack Ragunna during the Carnevale.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_25.oggCarlotta: After the Tacet Discords took over this isle, the Order used them as an excuse to forbid any entry. It might be their way of concealing the dragon's existence.
The Order clearly has the option of not reviving the Carnevale.
Is there a reason the Order has to let the Carnevale happen?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_39.oggCarlotta: The Primus called it a divine punishment and took the opportunity to appear as a savior. A perfect way to build legitimacy.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_40.oggBrant: The Order relies on the people's faith in the Sentinel. With the Sentinel's ten year absence, faith in the Order has waned. They must be desperate to restore that trust.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_41.oggCarlotta: It is for this reason that the Order has been forced to revive the festival.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_31.oggCarlotta: Let's consider the implications. If the Carnevale proceeds unhindered, how would it affect the Order?
(Bring up the prophecy about the Holy Maiden's coronation)
(Bring up the Sentinel's inability to communicate with mortals)
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_34.oggCarlotta: The current Primus claims to be the Enlightened One, the Sentinel's Resonator. However, based on the prophecy we found in the ruins, this role is meant for the young maiden who is destined to heed the divine oracles during the Carnevale.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_35.oggRoccia: The Carnevale is the only time humans can directly communicate with the Sentinel. Normally, it's the Primus who conveys the Sentinel's words.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_36.oggCarlotta: A successful Carnevale offers a chance for citizens to meet the Sentinel in person. But for the Primus, and possibly the Order, it poses a threat if they've been fabricating the oracles.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_42.oggCarlotta: To sabotage it while still maintaining their authority... they partnered with the Fractsidus.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_43.oggRoccia: The Fractsidus will cause chaos during the Carnevale, and the Order will swoop in as the saviors, restoring public trust just as they did before.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_44.oggCarlotta: So far, you've helped us crush three of their schemes, but one remains...
The sea behemoth summoning towering waves...
Cetus the Tidebreaker?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_48.oggCarlotta: We have evidence that the Cetus is being manipulated, and the Fractsidus are setting up their final plan. With their whereabouts unknown, we'll need to adapt our strategy as the Carnevale unfolds.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_50.oggCarlotta: From what I've noticed, you're not one to act passively or pin your hopes on others. You prefer to strike first and steer events in your favor.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_51.oggCarlotta: Winning the Laurel might give you the chance to talk with the Sentinel. The Sentinel's Resonator may also be present. So...
You've guided me this far for it.
You want me to join you in stopping the Fractsidus.
You want me to join the troupe's performance at the Carnevale.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_55.oggBrant: Our aim has always been clear—to restore the Carnevale to its former glory with a performance for the ages.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_56.oggBrant: If the divine truly exists, would they wish to see their people living without freedom or witness a festival twisted into a tool for tyrants?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_57.oggBrant: If we win the Laurel, we'll show that such punishment is absurd. But if that's truly their design... we shall break those divine shackles ourselves.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_58.oggBrant: Whether divinity exists or not, we will fight for Ragunna's freedom, where everyone has the right to live and pursue a future of their own choosing!
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_59.oggCarlotta: The Montellis share this vision. Only in a free society can a fair and open market thrive.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_39_60.oggCarlotta: However, the troupe alone is too weak, the family is under close watch, and our enemy hides in the shadows... We need your strength to find our way forward.
I agree. Count me in.
We're united by the same goal.
Seems there's no other way to meet the Sentinel than at the Carnevale.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_2.oggCarlotta: Since the Order intends to sabotage the Carnevale and incite chaos amongst the guests, confronting them directly only plays into their hands.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_3.oggCarlotta: You've seen the troupe's unique approach to combat, haven't you? That's precisely why we're allies with them. We will turn any disturbances into a theatrical performance.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_4.oggBrant: Haha, I can see our friend here is still a bit confused. No worries, my dear (boyboyText for male Rover/girlgirlText for female Rover). We'll have a quick rehearsal before the Carnevale begins.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_5.oggBrant: Speaking of which, Ms. Carlotta, would you honor us by joining our performance?
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_6.oggCarlotta: Me? I do have some stage experience, though I must confess I may be a bit out of practice...
I need a stage partner.
We need your expertise.
I'm not familiar with stage performance, and I need your guidance.
Media:Vo bsmq_2_3_106_10.oggRoccia: We don't know what challenges we'll face, so your help will be needed, Ms. Carlotta. Plus, it's a chance for you to get to know our methods.
What Yesterday Wept, Today Doth Sing was released.
References[]
↑Although it seems to be an innocent question, it is revealed in The Maiden, The Defier, The Death Crier that the Sentinel's true form was that of a Pegasus, and the statues depicted Their corrupted Sea-Horse form from merging with Leviathan. Brant's question may have unknowingly struck a chord for the Order.
↑It is revealed in The Maiden, The Defier, The Death Crier that Cartethyia was the one speaking to the Laureates once she became a Resonator, and that she recommended the Laurus Salad because it's her favorite.
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