Slicing onions
We were finally there. After eons of being sidetracked, skills and jobs being honed, we had arrived at the Orbonne Monastery. It was dead, there was no sound, nothing. One would of course expect it to be dead at this point, after all that had happened.
It had been so long ago since our story first began here. When lady Ovelia was kidnapped by Delita, after we had all assumed him dead. Now she was practically married to him, which, admittedly, raised a few brows among our party. Not in the least those of Agrias. But I digress…
Agrias asked Alicia and Lavian to stay on guard outside the monastery just in case, and Cloud and Marach decided to stay behind – to watch over the monsters, they claimed. There was no trace of Beowulf and Reis – having been separated for so long, I can only imagine what had been on their minds… – but as I looked around, there had been no trace of Carmen either. Had I been wrong in hoping she would have gone ahead to scout the area? Or had she perhaps found herself trouble inside?
We went in, the remaining members of our party. Ramza, Agrias, Mustadio, Meliadoul and count Orlandeau – they would not have missed this opportunity for the world, while Balthier claimed to be looking for loot and Rapha only wanted to help him find treasure. Luso decided he would continue to write our tales in his grimoire – that odd thing. He was still so secretive about its true nature.
The pit of despair
Except for books upon books, there was nothing out of place in the vaults of the Orbonne monastery. Sure, there were some knights wandering around, no doubt in the employ of Folmarv, but no monsters. No strange sensation. So my Chaos blade defended the group while Rapha picked up Elixirs to her hearts content, and rather to Balthier’s disapointment. That cache of Glabados had to be around somewhere?
We ventured deeper, only finding Elixirs to Balthier’s dismay, and then it happened. Ramza felt this strange sensation again when we fought Loffrey – that is to say, since all I could do was attack, I was designated to do just that while Orlandeau picked up all the crystals and Rapha mirrored this with Elixirs, and Ramza tried his best to keep Meliadoul from recieving all of Loffrey’s ire.
Loffrey was no longer human, Ramza knew, which he made no effort to hide: before his defeat he dragged us into hell. Into the Necrohol of Mullonde. To add insult to injury, he then demolished the seal that has brought us here, claiming it was the only way in or out and now we’d be stuck here forever.
Well, I suppose there is only one way we could go at this point, then…
I am Bathsua, master of all trades, and these are my memoirs
Memoirs of a squire 