♘ The First Move.

[eightpacts]

[Accidentally recorded. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly pushes himself from the bed. He stretches out his arms, producing a yawn.]

Tenebrae...? [a pause] Tenebrae? [his voice quickens] Tenebrae, are you here?

[He quickly scrambles out of the bed, only to tangle himself in the sheets. A loud thud is heard.]

Ow-ow-ow...

[As he rubs the back of his

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[cloakand_danger]

If Tenebrae's awake...he must be from after the Tree's revival.

Welcome to Paradisa. You're no longer in Aselia, I'm afraid.

[eightpacts]

Pa-Paradisa? I...I see... [mumbles] That's not good...

[cloakand_danger]

Not yet, you don't, unless you've done a great deal of reading in a very short time.

Cair Paradisa is a magical castle that kidnaps people from different worlds and different times within the same world. I'm from Aselia before the Tree was revived, for example. The castle grants small material wishes: anything you ask for within reasonable limits will appear or be brought by the ghost servants. The castle exacts a price of some sort, a permanent loss, from every resident. It could be an item, sense, memory, ability, anything. We also experience occasional temporary losses, ranging anywhere from days to weeks, and these can be almost literally anything.

The journals are used for communication, there's no way to leave, death isn't permanent, and the kitchen is on the first floor.

[1/3]

[eightpacts]

N-no, I haven't....I meant that...

[2/3]

[eightpacts]

[So. Much. Information.]

[3/3]

[eightpacts]

....thank you.

[cloakand_danger]

[Sorry, he's a canonical infodumper, and he's had time to practice that.]

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I've been here longer than anyone else from our world.

[eightpacts]

[It's alright. He's used to it because of Tenebrae.]

O-of course, thank you. Umm...my name is Emil. Thanks again.

[cloakand_danger]

I'm Yuan. It's always interesting to meet someone from my world's future.

[Emil]

This is a filter, you can use them to make things written in the journal private. I have a few questions about the state of the world that I'd prefer certain others didn't see.

[eightpacts]

Future? [a pause] Are you from the time of world regeneration?

[Yuan;]

Okay. I...I guess I can answer some questions. I don't know if I'll have the right answers though....

[cloakand_danger]

I arrived here just before the final Chosen began her journey.

[Emil]

What can you tell me about the Vanguard, and relations between the two countries?

((ooc: off to work, tags when I get back, sorry >>; ))

[eightpacts]

Oh...

[Yuan;]

[He thinks for a bit.]

The Vanguard is a Sylvaranti organization whose goal is to bring back the Sylvarant Dynasty.

Right now, Sylvaranti fear and hate the Tethe'allans for their technology and having a governing system. Tethe'allans still view the Sylvaranti as inferior.

Emil

[cloakand_danger]

...I see. I wonder why they chose to hide that when I spoke to them?

As expected, I suppose. It still doesn't explain [readable if you squint]

And why are you traveling with a Centurion?

Yuan

[eightpacts]

...you shouldn't trust Alice or Decus. They like to lie and take any means necessary in order to achieve their goals.

I'm traveling with one because I'm on a journey.

[He wonders if he should leave out some information, but he decides to add it in. Yuan seems like a nice guy and it's not like he's part of the Vanguard either.]

We're going around collecting all the Centurions' cores.

Emil

[cloakand_danger]

I'll keep an eye out for them in the future, then.

...For what purpose?

Yuan

[eightpacts]

....to.. [A pause.] We need them in order...I...
Well, the original purpose in collecting them was to reawaken Ratatosk.