.: Final Fantasy XII - Ivalice's History
When you kill beasts in Final Fantasy XII, their information is added
to the Beatiary in your Clan Primer. Kill enough, and additional
information about the history of places, people, great events and tales
are revealed. This page contains all those texts.
Select a "category" to view the texts from.
| Nameless Inkings (#1)
[From enemy: Bangaa (Thief/Pirate/Pugilist)] |
It was a clement day when my partner and I arrived at Nabudis at the end of a long journey. I remember looking upon her beautiful welcoming streets and realizing no other place could be more fitting a destination. Gathering up what coin we had, we secured residence, and began to look for work. From odd jobs to risky border patrols, we did all, and were satisfied.
Thinking of it now, I realize, I was happy then. |
| Nameless Inkings (#2)
[From enemy: Bangaa (Thief/Pirate/Pugilist)] |
We were not particular in our acceptance of work, and so in a short time amassed enough wealth that we might live in some degree of comfort.
Our residence began to fill with the articles and artifacts of our daily lives, and soon we found our roots sunk so deep in the soil of this city, we could not imagine ever leaving. Though I assisted my partner with work, we gradually came to seek out our own time, and so grew apart. Yet, we were satisfied. Why need this life ever end? |
| Nameless Inkings (#3)
[From enemy: Bangaa (Thief/Pirate/Pugilist)] |
Several years after beginning out life in Nabudis, there came a call for soldiers from the city watch. We had, by this time, made something of a name for ourselves, and so did a summons come to us. We were not born in this city of Nabudis, yet our love or the town knew nothing of this, and we accepted without delay.
I was given to the border patrol, my partner to the defense of the city wall. The night before I was to leave, we ate a splendid meal and drank such wine as we could afford. It was as though we knew it would be our last meal together. |
| Nameless Inkings (#4)
[From enemy: Bangaa (Thief/Pirate/Pugilist)] |
The days of my patrol were harsh, yet we finished out duties, and weeks later, had only to return.
That night, I dreamt.
My partner came to me, trying to tell me something, yet I could hear nothing but the blowing of a distant wind. Perhaps I became homesick as I slept, for when I awoke, my eyes were wet with tears. In the dream, my partner had been unchanged, a perfect memory.
Our feet turned home, all out thoughts flying down the road ahead of us, faster than we might hope to walk, back toward Nabudis. |
| Nameless Inkings (#5)
[From enemy: Bangaa (Thief/Pirate/Pugilist)] |
What awaited us upon our return was not a hero's welcome, but despair. Gone were the beautiful palisades, gone were the families and friends that surely awaited us. Only a wasted, blasted land remained.
Then we saw the people of Nabudis, though to call them that is a jape of the bitt'rest sort. They were the walking dead, hungering for life, and consuming all they found that was light and good. We fought them to save our own lives, and we wept.
Then, among the dead, I saw him. And I could fight no more. |
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