Time lords

24 Libra

We are a tight band of squires, and we share everything, so when Alma begged and pleaded with her brother to let her join on our quest, she was not exempt from this rule. Especially not because she was only along for the ride or because she was Ramza’s little sister. No exceptions. Her cute little red shoes and her barrette were now ours.

Though I must say, it was rather a surprise to find none other than Ramza himself twirling around in the shoes once she reluctantly abandoned them. I decided not to ask questions to which I did not want an answer. We still had to make our way to the Orbonne Monastery, and though there were only a few new errands for us to be sidetracked by, Carmen finally learned to dual wield weapons and as a mystic, I learned that clearly, the chicken came before the egg and it was created by reducing the enemy’s bravery to negatives.

Orbonne Monastery

Though watching chickens hide in the corner of the battlefield was entertaining, I wanted more. By the time we reached Orbonne again, and Ramza was still twirling around in Alma’s red shoes, and her barrette was still unclaimed, I had finally learned the basic ways of the orator, a job I’ve been mystified by ever since we encountered Orran. I had learned how to entice enemies, but it was no use against the likes of Isilud, who had attacked elder Simon in the Monastery and was now in search of the Virgo stone, hidden deep within the cellars.

The morally burdened Elder Simon had a few things to share with us as well and gave Ramza a tome which described the truth behind the zodiac braves. He seemed to know that there was more behind this “war of the lions” between the two dukes and that whomever Delita worked for was not to be trifled with. Ramza needed to know the truth to stop these men. We needed to stop them.

And I needed the oratory experience because I discovered that not only did I now have the ability to entice enemies to join our company (and probably breed even more than those bleeding chocobos already did), I could also learn how to combine guns with other jobs rather than just chemist. Perfect. Ever since Mustadio had shown us all how to use guns, I wanted to use them all the time. I needed to learn how. But even so, oratory skills were always handy to have.

Damn you, Wiegraf!

We went down into the Monastery and stopped them. We carefully dispatched the time mages and dragoons who had us cornered, but none left behind crystals that held memories of their abilities. So we continued our chase into the deepest recesses of the Monastery’s cellars to fight Isilud. Before we could strike down Isilud, the bastard teleported on us!

We chased Isilud back to the ground floor, only to be cornered by Wiegraf. Damn you, Wiegraf… We all thought you were dead. First Delita turns up again, now you…

I was getting rather unnerved about just how well we had struck Gaff down in Lionel. But why in Saint Ajora’s name do these men keep on teleporting away like some time mages gone rogue? Not even time mage Ramza had learned how to teleport, and in times like this, that would have been a convenient little parlour trick!

Either way, we were too late. Alma had been taken, and Wiegraf had managed to strike me down. Agrias almost single-handedly struck Wiegraf down in return with her Hallowed Bolts, putting Carmen and her newfound dual wielding knight skills to utter shame.

And then, of course, he teleported away. What did we expect, anyway? Ramza gave chase one last time but came back a broken man. His sister was gone, taken by Isilud. And Wiegraf, he said, turned into a monster. A thrall of that stone he had carried. He could not be saved.

But wait, didn’t Alma have the other stones? Where are they now?! Oh man… We’ve not seen the end of this…

I am Bathsua, tamer of beasts, and these are my memoirs.