[GRIMOIRE ENTRY | WRIT IN INK]

[suntierce]

[ It is early upon the morn of the seventeenth of Skyfrost that the grimoires may see some life for the black script scrawling intently across the page. The pace is slow to moderate, relaxed despite the weight of a declaration which reads thus: ]


Upon this day, Lord Rasler Heios Nabradia, last of the Heios line of the Dynast King, heir and crown prince of the Kingdom of Nabradia, formerly husband of Queen Ashelia B'nargain Dalmasca was brought back to life by the High Seraph.


[ It is well into the evening that another line sees fit to scrawl across the page, this time at a slightly quicker speed and punctuated with finality. ]


Upon this day, Reks joined the party of Lord Rasler Heios Nabradia.

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[draklorgenius]

[ After battling the pirates here in Balfonheim alongside Vayne which turned out to be a rather ridiculously easy victory, Cid browses through his grimoire to find this little gem here. He does a double take at first before quickly ushering Vayne over to read it. The good doctor then reads the message aloud again with a chuckle before breaking out into a full-blown maniac laugh. Out of pure malice and perhaps some dark humor, Cidolfus writes the following: ]

The Dead simply cannot stay dead in Ivalice anymore, especially this Nabradian.

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[equanimiti]

[ A slight sigh escapes Zargabaath as he reads his message. While he honestly views the grimoires to be rather useful tools, he also views them as a threat. Just how did these books come about and why is the High Seraph reviving so many of the fallen? The Lord Commander of the Twelfth Imperial Fleet is at a loss for words right now. It would seem that the High Seraph will have them all swearing in tongues sooner than explaining the meaning behind her actions. ]

...Our debts have grown.

[ Zargabaath closes his grimoire gently and brushes his fingers against the thick leather covering. ] Nalbina Fortress will need to returned to its rightful heir.

[ He pauses momentarily in thought as he tries to comprehend why Nalbina is still in possession of the Empire in the first place. ]

I must speak with His Excellency at once.

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[resolvealone]

[Ashe has had an eventful time of late. All of the revivals were enough to turn heads even before the poisoning of Rabanastre's water supply and Nalbina's riots. She doesn't think things will calm down anytime soon. It's as she's considering brushing the sand off of "Amalia" that she notices the grimoire entry.

In an instant, her vision clouds. All she can see is the casket, the wake and her husband's cold body through the black veil she wore. She remembers hearing the news, cries of "Lord Rasler has fallen at Nalbina!" A widow at seventeen. A single tear slides down her cheek, beginning slowly and then building up speed. Ashe squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing shaky at best.

Formerly husband. Would he not remain her husband? Would he yet live a second time and would that be enough to stay Rozarria's hand and the naysayers like that young and powerful woman? With Rasler alive again, should she truly give more thought towards claiming the throne of Nabradia? Or would he yet be able to?

His revival brings so many questions, so many concerns. Ashe isn't even certain of his location. He'll have to come to her.

Faram help them all during these times of need.]

[reaction]+[unbidden grimoire entry]

[cruentatafoedus]

[It is a second time now that the good Doctor grasps for Vayne's attention at some ploy in the grimoire with his voice rising, and a second day in a row where the creatures seem to line up, awaiting to be gunned down and bequeath those that shoot them with prizes the Solidor would rather never existed.]

[Though Cid is delighted, amused, the once Emperor cannot find it in him to laugh, to delight in the pain, a stabbing he feels beneath the layers of his flesh. He makes a low sound of distaste, and yet intrigue, wonder seeing fit to wrap the sound into a gentler air.]

[These pieces now are falling together, and the dark haired man thinks, wonders, is it possible that he can find this piece before it falls into the world to be naught but a tool for war and discord?]

[First there is the boy whom made the Kingslayer a truth in the world, and now there is the Prince - ]

[And...the Verdpale Palace. Nalbina. Zecht. Four years. Measures perhaps that could have been taken that were not as time was short, and hume lived so quickly, burning out before the Occuria could blink.]

[He casts Cidolfus a reprimanding glare, a hand tucking behind his back as he goes to the cabinet, fetching down the brandy they had been so quick to break into at the sight of the Clan Margrace and its struggles. Another knife.]

[To the window the Solidor goes, taking a slow sip of the dark liquid. Their time is running out, and they are still yet two men against a black winged angel hell-bent on revenge. Revenge he himself has tasted. He must push forward, but perhaps...with more care.]

[In the grimoire comes these words, unprompted, flowing from the invisible hand:]
Vayne Carudas Solidor takes to lamenting libation.

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[cruentatafoedus]

[Later Vayne returns, hoping that here perhaps he can solve a potential problem. He does not say anything to Cid though he knows his companion will soon see that which he sets out to do, that which he must do.]

[The grimoires are anonymous, after all, and for all he can hope, there are none to contradict him. With a glass of brandy at his side, he leans over the pages of his book, and writes as though he is born of another land, one which has been distraught, broken, and falls further into terror.]
Your Excellency, Lord Rasler! Pray, I beseech you, tell me it is indeed you; in such trying times, I have come to scarce hope...