The town certainly looks... different these days, does it not? Pardon me for showing such ignorance, but is there some kind of custom related to this time of the year in these lands? We had never had such any celebrations of such a sort in Ivalice. It looks like something of a pagan tradition, which is something I had never had a chance to study ( Read more... )

[ It's around five o'clock in the evening when Ramza's journal suddenly comes to life with a thud and a sound of cracking branches. If the perfectly black image in its camera is any indication, this was anything but intentional. The young knight must have shaken it open while he was dodging something ( Read more... )

It has been over two months since I have arrived to this strange realm. I have come to learn many things about its nature since then. It is surely not the afterlife, at least not the kind anyone would strive for. In this realm, much like back home, there is conflict and wars are waged by men, regardless of their desire to be involved. Some claim ( Read more... )

A night spent amidst torrential rain and booming thunder gives much room for thought ( Read more... )

[ The journal opens to a sound of rustling leaves and someone brushing dust off the leather cover. The expression on the icon is tired and anything but happy, a clear sign of someone who's been through more in the last few days than he'd wanted to. ]

I held hopes for my camp to be all right, yet... [ There is a tortured sigh. ] I suppose 'tis true ( Read more... )

[It is already late evening when the journal comes to life with yet another post. Unlike most of them, there is no voice at first; only the harsh sound of the flowing river can be heard, all other sounds almost blocked out by the loud noise. It remains like this for almost a minute, steady and almost overwhelming ( Read more... )