Kind of dark for a lighthouse, isn’t it?
We all made ready and left for the island of Midlight’s Deep which housed the lighthouse under which – according to quite a large number of adventurers seeking succor in Warjilis – an intricate web of passages led to the hermitage of a certain dark wizard.
Surely, after all the accounts we’d heard, there must have been some weapons or whatnot left behind that we could find. Rapha, often apprehensive and always hiding behind Ramza or anyone close enough for her to hide behind, offered to join us and after gauging all our confused glares, she explained that spending all that time hiding from enemies, she had the time to discover she had a good eye for treasure and if she wasn’t useful in battle, it was the least she could do for us.
So it was settled. Balthier, of course, joined for the promise of loot that could be found in dungeons. We set out to the island from Warjilis and dove into the dark depths of the Crevasse.
Let there be light!
The place was dark. Much darker than I had imagined any deep dungeon to be. We couldn’t see our hands before our eyes and once we entered the Crevasse stumbling over one another, hitting our heads and groaning in pain, we heard the unmistakable roars of minotaurs and the distant breathing of… People?! Were there people here? How? Why?
Rapha had decided to learn to dance, and immediately put her lessons into practice when Balthier quietly calculated something. A lighthouse, I heard him mutter, lower levels stooped in darkness. Where had he seen that before, he questioned himself?
Of course, he then shouted, making Rapha stumble and almost fall flat on her face, and we all suggested he’d shout a bit more quietly. He then proceeded to explain himself. Back where he came from, he and his companions had ventured into a place such as this. All they had to do was kill monsters and they would drop orbs that they could place on a pedestal to return the light. Now, when we kill enemies, he reminded us, they turn into crystals and crystals concentrate light and diffuse it all over the place. It might just work, he suggested.
Through the frog hole
Lacking any other suggestions, we went with Balthier’s as we put down monsters and lost and angry adventurers while Rapha found some guns, a sword and Elixir, dancing around the Crevasse which was drenched in even more light every time a crystal popped up. She then stopped to remind us that despite having a good view, none of us found the exit yet. She stopped Dragoon Reis from aiming her javelin at the innocent goblin-turned-frog and decided that as long as we hadn’t found an exit to bring us deeper into the dungeon, we’d better keep it alive, at the very least to have one of our orators to get it to show us a passage deeper into the dungeon.
We all started searching, while the frog counted its blessings and hid away. None of us found it until, at long last, Balthier shouted from all the way below that he found something.
And with that, the frog’s fate was sealed.
I am Bathsua, dungeon crawler, and these are my memoirs.
Memoirs of a squire 