I Once Was In Arcadia
Last updated 2026-08-19
I Once Was in Arcadia is an Adventure Mission on Amphoreus.
Steps
- Check what happened at the Okhema city gate
- Find the Furiae Archer
- Go to Marmoreal Market and ask about "Paris" and "Arcadia"
- Ask Demetria at the fruit shop
- Ask Ctesiphona at the bookstore
- Ask Aphrea and Aglaea at the tailor's shop
- Speak with the Furiae Archer
- Investigate Castrum Kremnos' extent of preparations
- Activate the first Divinity device statue
- Activate the second Divinity device statue
- Activate the third Divinity device statue
- Activate the fourth Divinity device statue
- Enter the prison cell
- Go after Paris and Furiae Archer that escaped
- Search for Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Use the Prophecy Tablet to restore the Furiae Archer
- Browse the fruit shop with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Browse the bookstore with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Browse the tailor's shop with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Speak with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Head to the Marmoreal Palace Banquet
- Use prayer to repair the items broken by the Furiae Archer
- Speak with Paris
- (Optional) Speak with Philoc
- Go and find the lone Furiae Archer
- Speak with Paris
- Witness Paris' plan
- Speak with Paris
- Flee Okhema with Paris
- Investigate the clash in front of the gates
- Speak with the Furiae Archer
- Give the golden thread to Iason and Aglaea
Dialogue
Check what happened at the Okhema city gate
Mission DescriptionThough the Strife Titan has fallen, the repercussions of war have yet to fully disappear — the commotion outside the city gates makes this perfectly clear. As a hero from beyond the sky, perhaps you may wish to continue your battle to eradicate all strife...
- (Talk to Iason)
- Furiae Archer: Pa... Paris...
- Iason: I—I don't know any Paris! Don't hurt me or Herakles!
- Dromas "Herakles": Roar! Roaaaar!
- Guard Camilla: Stay back! Foul remnant of the Mad King. You are not permitted any further!
- Furiae Archer: Kill...
You will kill nobody!- The baseballer is here!
- Out of the way!
- Guard Camilla: Who are you? This place is dangerous. Get out of here at once!
- Iason: Wait, I think (he/
she) was the hero that hunted down the Mad King with the Chrysos Heirs! - Guard Camilla: What? Perfect! Please, come and help us!
- You can count on me!
- Is there a reward?
- Guard Camilla: Uh... Are you sure (he/
she)'s a hero? - Iason: Jeez, you will be rewarded! I am the leader of a merchant caravan, and I have all the rewards you could need!
- Looks like I have no choice.
- Guard Camilla: Uh... Are you sure (he/
- Beg me.
- Guard Camilla: Huh? What are you saying?
- Iason: I'm begging you. Please do something!
- Looks like I have no choice.
- (Begin battle against
Furiae Warrior ×2, 
Furiae Archer ×1)
- (After the battle)
- Furiae Archer: Hinas...
- Can't beat me, so you resort to foul language?
- Have some class and be a civilized Titankin.
- *Nameless curses*!
- Faced with an unstoppable power, the injured Titankin turns and flees, slipping into the Evernight Veil outside the city.
- Its staggering and broken form is so pathetic that you lose all urge to chase it down for a victorious counterattack. So you simply watch as her shadow disappears into the border where the light vanishes altogether.
- Guard Camilla: The fact that the Lance of Fury underlings would be so cowardly as to flee in defeat. Pathetic... Thank you for saving us, hero. We would not have made it out of here alive without you.
- Guard Camilla: Ever since the fall of the savage god, this Titankin has been roaming around the surrounding area, attacking guards and passing trade caravans. This time, it was Iason, leader of the Argo Caravan, who fell victim.
- Iason: That's right. Fortunately, you and Captain Camilla took action in time! If I were sent to meet Thanatos, no one would be left to support the city's merchants or dromases!
- Dromas "Herakles": Groan...
- Iason: It's okay, Herakles... Ah, though I've been spared my life, she did get away with my little treasure...
- There's a treasure? Why didn't you say sooner?
- I didn't see any rare loot just now?
- I knew this mission wouldn't just end like that.
- Iason: This is no mere ordinary object. It's a divine object of Mnestia. It is the Golden Thread of Rebirth that she weaved herself!
- Iason: You must have heard this story? During the Era Creatura, Mnestia wove together the love of the world and their own cocoon to create silk as a gift to Cerces.
- Iason: Lady Aglaea sent me on an assignment to retrieve the miracles of the Titans. I worked myself to the bone to purchase this object from a group of nomadic thieves. Now, it's been snatched from my hands by the enemy right before I arrived back at the city... Such a shame...
- Iason drops his head with a sigh, his face painted with regret. It seems he is stuck between the sadness of having lost the precious item and the guilt of disappointing Aglaea... However, you sense his gaze darting between the ground's surface and your body.
- I understand. I'll do it.
- You could just ask me for help.
- What a shame. Bye bye!
- Iason: W-Wait! Hero! This treasure is truly extremely precious, and you have to help me! Count it as a favor to Lady Aglaea!
- Just say that next time.
- I'll help if I get time.
- Iason: That's wonderful. Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!
- Iason: So... While I was traveling and selling my wares, I heard word from the refugees that the Titankin were gathering in Castrum Kremnos under the black tide. Only a hero such as yourself knows where they are.
- Guard Camilla: Hero, as the black tide outside the city is perilous, we mere citizens can offer you no assistance. All we can do is ask you to take great caution.
- Mem: A treasure hunt! Partner, let's go on a treasure hunt!
Find the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionSurvival, fortune, faith, honor, things they want to protect... Every warrior has a reason to fight to the death, and the Titankin that live for battle are no exception. Why would this enemy initiate a conflict against a city that they have no hope of defeating?
The Furiae Archer escaped with the caravan's goods. Go to Castrum Kremnos to find her, retrieve the stolen treasure, and maybe you will receive an answer to your questions.
- (Talk to Iason and Camilla, optional)
- Iason: These Titankin are gathered in Castrum Kremnos. Only a hero such as yourself knows where they are.
- Guard Camilla: Hero, please be careful.
- (Upon entering the area)
- Mem: I can smell a sweet fragrance... No, this is the fragrance of an unknown memory! It's coming from over there!
- (Talk to Kremnos' Furiae Archer)
- After their ferocious battle with you, the Titankin from before seem to have lost their previous murderous intent.
- It's at this moment that you realize just how ancient its stone-cast body is. It's just as old and derelict as the walls of Castrum Kremnos under the curtain of night.
- Furiae Archer: Pa... ris...
- Hand over the golden thread!
- Who is this "Paris"?
- That's right. I'm Paris!
- Furiae Archer: ...No... You are not him...
- Furiae Archer: The golden thread... Paris'... It was stolen...
- Mem: Huh? Are you saying this belongs to you?
- Furiae Archer: It's... Paris...
- Mem: Looks like she won't hand over the treasure unless I find this "Paris" person... Where could he be?
- Furiae Archer: He went... To Arcadia...
- Mem: Alright! Off we go! To Arcadia to find... Wait — where is Arcadia?
- It's not on the map.
- We didn't unlock that teleport anchor.
- Want to give me a mission guide?
- Furiae Archer: Pa... Paris...
- The Titankin's voice is growing ever weaker. It seems she no longer has the mental capacity to answer your questions, only to silently repeat that stranger's name to herself.
- Mem: Well now we're stuck! We don't know this person, or this place!
- We'll go back to the past!
- Mem: Go back to her past to find clues? That's a great idea!
- Clockwork, activate...
- Mem: Clockwork... What is that? I can't do that!
- Mem: But, if we go back to her past... Maybe we can find some clues...
- Can't we just steal it from her now?
- Mem: Don't take advantage of those in need! Plus, I can sense that she isn't lying. Let's find out what's going on first and then go from there.
- Mem: But, if we go back to her past... Maybe we can find some clues...
- Mem: But, this statue lady's memory is too blurry. We need to find other fragments of it if we want to see into her past. Partner, let's go to Marmoreal Market and collect some memories related to "Paris" and "Arcadia"!
Go to Marmoreal Market and ask about "Paris" and "Arcadia"
- Step DescriptionSurvival, fortune, faith, honor, things they want to protect... Every warrior has a reason to fight to the death, and the Titankin that live for battle are no exception. Why would this enemy initiate a conflict against a city that they have no hope of defeating?
You hear two unfamiliar names from the mouth of this supposedly crazed warrior. Though finding the truth behind these names has nothing to do with your objective of finding the golden thread, it is also the duty of a Nameless to explore the unknown... At least it would be more interesting than finishing her off with a single blow. You didn't just take this job to get into fights after all, right?
- (Talk to Kremnos' Furiae Archer, optional)
- Furiae Archer: Ar... Arcadia... Paris...
- The Titankin can only muster fractions of words, carried on the little life force she has left.
- Mem: Friend! We have to be quick!
- (Upon entering the area)
- Mem: The store owners here meet all kinds of people every day. They'll be the most knowledgeable about the area. We should ask some of them.
Ask Demetria at the fruit shop
- (Approach Demetria)
- Demetria: Hello, young friend! Are you here to buy fruits? These are all in fresh from the "garden," and they're fresh as can be!
- I want to ask you some questions.
- Demetria: Questions? Haha, no one has come to me seeking enlightenment since I left the Garden of Wisdom. Please, ask away.
Do you know Paris?
- Demetria: Paris? I have never heard that name before.
- Demetria: I am certain that he doesn't live in Okhema. People from all over this holy city have frequented my store and I remember the name of every customer!
- Have you heard of Arcadia?
- Demetria: Arcadia? Is that a fruit? Sorry, young one, I don't sell Arcadia here.
- Demetria: But if you can find some seeds, then I can ask my friend in the Garden of Wisdom to plant some. Then you can come and buy some next year!
- (After selecting both options)
- Mem: Looks like she didn't have anything useful to offer. Let's go and ask another store owner...
Ask Ctesiphona at the bookstore
- (Approach Ctesiphona)
- Ctesiphona: Praise Cerces! May you assist the people of this holy city in understanding the charm of my works...
- Ctesiphona: Ah, a customer! I was just praying to Cerces to gift intelligence to my fellow citizens. Is there a book you are after?
- I want to ask you some questions.
- Ctesiphona: Of course! Imparting knowledge is the very mission entrusted to my family by Cerces! I will share any knowledge I have!
- Do you know Paris?
- Ctesiphona: Paris... Paris... I've never heard that name? Wait!
- Ctesiphona: Ctesiphona rummages for some time among slates and scrolls. It seems that the most inconvenient thing about working with slates and scrolls is that there is no front cover to help identify them quickly...
- Ctesiphona: Phew... I checked poems, mythology, plays, and adventures, but no mention of this person. Looks like I won't be able to help you.
- Have you heard of Arcadia?
- Ctesiphona: Arcadia? Dear customer, I see you must be a most experienced reader. Arcadia is a common setting people love to use in ancient adventure stories... It's the Golden Land under the protection of Mnestia!
- Ctesiphona: It's a paradise for poets, artists, and those in search of romance. The main characters in these stories would meet their true love here and receive Mnestia's blessing... This is all recorded in the classic work Secret of the Golden Carpet.
- Ctesiphona: Speaking of the Secret of the Golden Carpet, that story of a prince eloping with the princess of an enemy state is truly a masterpiece...
- Ctesiphona begins to endlessly talk about the story to you. If you don't get back to the matter at hand, she may end up recounting the entire epic.
- How do we get to Arcadia?
- Drop the GPS location!
- Ctesiphona: GPS... Oh, you mean the "Stone Mirror of Revelation." I cannot help you there, I'm afraid.
- Does Okhema have travel tours?
- Ctesiphona: Travel... I have only encountered that word in historical texts. There is no travel in this area, with the black tide and Titankin running rampant. We have only adventurers and merchants who roam the land at the risk of their own lives.
- Ctesiphona: As for its location, every story says something different. Some say that it is at the center of Amphoreus. Some say it is in the ocean depths of Phagousa... Some even say that it is on the back of a flock of butterflies, floating high in the skies.
- Ctesiphona: As for which is true, I have no idea... They're all stories, after all.
- (After selecting both options)
- Mem: I didn't realize Arcadia was such an amazing place! Although, descriptions in stories probably still aren't enough, and we still know nothing about Paris... Let's go and find someone else to ask.
Ask Aphrea and Aglaea at the tailor's shop
- (Approach Aphrea)
- Aglaea: ...I know that those who revere Mnestia are fond of the so-called "golden thread dress," but weaving clothing out of malleable gold not only makes it very expensive, it also makes it very hard for the wearers to move in. Would it not be better to use dyed silk or cotton?
- Aphrea: But everyone says that Mnestia's silk is made of gold. Using dyed silk would just be a forgery, wouldn't it?
- Aglaea: Compared to the creations of the Titans, dyed threads and metal threads are all merely works that imitate the work of the gods. Do you not think that obsessing over the quality of an imitation and ruining the clothes' intended beauty is a sign of disrespect to "romance" itself?
- Aphrea: I see. Thank you for your guidance, knowledgeable Aglaea... Ah, a customer!
- Aglaea: Hello, dear customer. Are you here for an item of clothing to suit your physique? Or could it be an answer to a question that you seek?
- Mem: Woah. You saw right through me. I know you are a lady of great learning, Aglaea. I'm certain you know about what we seek!
- Do you know Paris?
- Aglaea: Paris? There is indeed no citizen of Okhema by this name. I imagine they are a member of the garrison.
- Mem: Do you know where they are right now, Miss Aglaea?
- Aglaea: Well... It has been decades since I last heard that name. I was away from the holy city for a time and upon my return to Okhema, they were no longer here.
- Mem: Decades? Is he still alive?
- Aglaea: I cannot say for certain. The duration of a life is hard to predict in this world. Perhaps there exists some method to escape Thanatos' touch, or perhaps there is a land that death itself cannot reach.
- Have you heard of Arcadia?
- Aglaea: Arcadia... Now that is a name that stirs memories.
- Aglaea: A long time ago, this name spread through the streets and alleys of Okhema. People said that it was an ideal city that was protected by the Chrysalis of Gold. In the era of strife, people flocked to it.
- Mem: Then... Do you know how to find this place, Aglaea?
- Aglaea: My apologies, I do not.
- Aglaea: Much like clothing, legends are often things that come and go with the times. Arcadia is already a story of the "past." Many disciples of Mnestia don't even know this name.
- Aglaea: It could be the case, according to one story, that in this war-torn world savaged by the black tide, a flock of butterflies carried that city to a place that no one could see.
- (After selecting both options)
- Distant Calling: Lady Aglaea! Lady Aglaea!
- Aglaea: What's wrong, soldier?
- Reporting Guard: Iason has returned with supplies, but refuses to enter the city. He says that he is waiting for someone... There is a chance that he failed in the task that you gave to him. Could I trouble you to come and see him yourself?
- Aglaea: ...Dear customer, it seems that we must leave our conversation here for now. I hope that you find the answers you seek soon. I bid you farewell.
- Mem: These descriptions, along with the statue lady's memories, should be enough for us to return to the past. Let's go and find the statue lady!
Speak with the Furiae Archer
- (Talk to Kremnos' Furiae Archer)
- Furiae Archer: Ar... ca... dia...
- In the time that you were gone, it seems that the Titankin has become even more desperate than before. You can sense from her voice that her vitality is slowly fading...
- She doesn't look too good...
- Can we save her?
- Mem: I don't know how to repair Titankin. She can't go anywhere else in this state, either...
- Can she take consumables?
- Mem: Uhh... I don't even know where her mouth would be.
- Mem: All we can do for now is try to understand what she wants and help her meet the person she longs for.
- Mem: Let's go, partner. Let's find out just where this Paris guy and this Arcadia place are.
- Mem waves their hand and opens a door to the past...
- (Teleported to "Bloodbathed Battlefront" Castrum Kremnos)
Investigate Castrum Kremnos' extent of preparations
- Step DescriptionWith Mem's help, you successfully enter the Titankin's memories. This is a past that belongs solely to her. It is also an unchangeable fate that you will only be able to witness.
In the past version of Castrum Kremnos, the master of this memory is nowhere to be seen... Looks like you have another explosive jailbreak battle ahead of you.
- Opening Memory
- The former Castrum Kremnos, after a defeat in battle...
- ...
- Furiae Archer: This is the river mouth irrigated by strife. It is not raindrops that flow from this river, but the blood of enemies that dampens the field of unceasing wars.
- Furiae Archer: I was born in the city of Nikador, a castle that floats below the Evernight Veil. The people here know nothing of mountains or oceans. Their mountains are piles of burning ash that litter the battlefield, and their oceans are a sea of blood that flows from their enemies.
- Furiae Archer: That's right. That is exactly the kind of place that Castrum Kremnos is. My father — if you can call a creator father — was Nikador themself, bringer of strife.
- Furiae Archer: My siblings used to tell me of a prophecy that Nikador had told their ancestors: "Valorous death before glorious return." Only offering your life to the battlefield and becoming a sacrifice to strife is a fate worthy of pride.
- Furiae Archer: There is no pride in victory, and defeat is an even more disgraceful act that tarnishes Kremnos. The god told their ancestors: "The filth of Kremnos must be washed clean in blood."
- Ephor: Who is the loser who returned from the battlefield in shame? Who is the fly that accidentally flew into the mead of fresh blood? Who is the dirt on Kremnos that must be washed in the river of blood? Who has failed the duty of Nikador of strife?
- Ephor: It is you... The Titankin that they created themselves. Your bloodlines are as noble as a gladiator's raising their weapon high in victory. Your mission is as noble as the priest that pierces the belly and viscera of offerings. Yet you have failed your destiny, as you were defeated in your ambush of the Okhema army and returned vanquished.
- Ephor: You have failed as an instrument of strife, and you bring guilt on the citizens of Kremnos. Your broken body is capable of battle no more. The glory of Kremnos will smash your body that bears such shame and allow the hands of death to purify this stain on Kremnos.
- Ephor: Children of Nikador! Take your humiliated sister to the prison and have her await her fated punishment alongside her fellow coward.
- Memory's Chorus: She makes no sound, and she feels no pain. She knows she is the one to blame.
- Memory's Chorus: As broken arrows are cast in rebirth, and fallen soldiers return to the earth. These are but the rules of fate.
- From the depths of the memory comes the clash of shackles.
- Mem: This is the past in the statue lady's memory... But where is she?
- (Approach the Titankin)
- Furiae Warrior on Watch: Brother, do you know why we must imprison our own kind alongside enemy soldiers?
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: I don't want to sit and answer your brainless questions. Obviously it's because she was defeated in battle. That is more shameful than an enemy soldier that battled victoriously.
- Furiae Warrior on Watch: Does that mean, brother... That if we are defeated in battle, we will suffer the spear of Castrum Kremnos, too?
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: What are you so worried about? We're backline forces, and the frontline is always going to be the scapegoat... Wait, someone is listening.
- I'm here to see someone.
- I came to break someone out.
- I'm here for a fight.
- Furiae Warrior on Watch: Intruder! Brother, we have to stop them!
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: Wait. There's something not quite right about them...
- Perhaps they carry the blood of Nikador? The Furiae Philosopher keenly senses the aura of strength emanating from your body. They have no idea that their god will be slain by you in the future!
- Have you seen sense?
- I will destroy you both.
- Fight.
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: Wait! I don't think just us two can stop them. Why don't we just pretend we never saw them...
- Furiae Warrior on Watch: Huh? Would that not make us deserters?
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: You fool. If we're defeated, we'll end up locked up anyway!
- Furiae Philosopher on Watch: What's more, no one can unlock the prison gates without some form of "divine" power anyway... Let's get out of here!
- Mem: Ugh, what's obstructing the entrance...
- A statue of the Strife Titankin presses against the cell door...
- Is it possible to move it?
- Unleash the spiraling Trailblaze Power! You ignite the energy within, channeling it through your arms, gathering strength enough to move mountains and rivers...
- ...
- It hasn't budged. It seems like you will need more practice.
- Smash it!
- Unleash a million horsepower worth of Trailblaze Power! You swing your ball bat and strike the statue's head with all your might —
- ...
- It is indestructible. Not even a dent appears on its Toughness bar.
- Mem, hurry and think of a way!
- Mem: You're hopeless... I remember that the soldiers here rely on the "divinity" within the shrine to function, but it seems none of the statues storing divinity are activated...
- Mem: The swords they're holding should be the medium for transmitting divinity. Let's see what happens when these big guys stick their swords in!
Activate the first Divinity device statue
- Step DescriptionWith Mem's help, you successfully enter the Titankin's memories. This is a past that belongs solely to her. It is also an unchangeable fate that you will only be able to witness.
Why would the people of Castrum Kremnos place mechanisms that can open the prison doors placed all around the cells? Are they showing respect for those who would perform a jailbreak? Or has fighting every day taken its toll on their brain power?
- (Interact with the Titankin Sculpture, optional)
- This statue strikes a bodybuilding pose, obstructing your Trailblaze path.
- You can't help but wish no such heavy burdens were weighing you down in life.
- (Approach the Divinity device statue)
- (Trailblazer): (Maybe the only way to get something this big to move is to use the "Oronyx's Prayer"...)
Activate the second Divinity device statue
- (Approach the Divinity device statue)
- Mem: Huh? The sword here is back in its place... I'm guessing those two idiots didn't even notice it.
Activate the third Divinity device statue
- (Approach the barrier)
- Mem: The passage here has been obstructed... I wonder if any other Titan's strength could lend a helping "hand."
Activate the fourth Divinity device statue
- (Approach the Divinity device statue)
- Mem: There seems to be something missing from this device. It looks like I'll need to find Zagreus...
Enter the prison cell
- (Approach the man)
- Silver-tongued Man: Hehe. They all say that Castrum Kremnos is a rough and boorish land, but I see that is not the case... Not only did they bring a friend for us prisoners of war, this friend happens to be a beautiful young girl!
- Furiae Archer: ...I am not a friend. I am merely a failure that must swim the River of Souls alongside you as I was unable to send your entire army to its depths. Nor am I a young girl. My armor was simply cast in the shape of a girl.
- Silver-tongued Man: Great Mnestia, this statue combines the fine physique of a woman with the finesse of sculpture. Your unyielding and tenacious beauty is reflected in your face. If you ask me, you are the most beautiful girl in this city.
- Furiae Archer: ...Sharp-tongued thieves, scoundrels, and failed bandits should not seek to insult a warrior of Castrum Kremnos with their wild ravings.
- Paris: You have so many nicknames for me, miss. But I would prefer you to call me by my name: Paris.
- Paris...
- So this is the guy...
- His lines are pretty cringy...
- Paris: Wait, who said that?
- Furiae Archer: Someone has broken in... You do not wear the armor of a Castrum Kremnos soldier. Who are you?
- I came to rescue you two.
- Paris: Oh felicitations! You opened the door that not even Janus would! You are greater than Janus themselves!
- I'm here to watch the show.
- Paris: My friend, by show... you do not mean the performance of our execution, do you? That would be a terrible display. Release me and I will take you to a real show in the holy city!
- I am the Galactic Baseballer!
- Furiae Archer: ...What the heck?
- Paris: Oh! I know! Great heroes love to give themselves all sorts of titles... You must be a hero out on a great adventure, too? Quick, you must save us!
- Furiae Archer: You dishonorable coward. If you wish to escape, do it alone.
- Paris: What? Have you battled so much that your brain got knocked silly? ...If you have a brain in there, that is.
- Paris: Have you not heard that they plan to make us sacrifices? To dice our bodies and cast them into the soul-melting golden blood to quell the rage of Nikador?
- Furiae Archer: So what? As a creation of Nikador, defeat is the greatest blasphemy against my father. It is only natural that I should cast my body into the waves of death to apologize for my failure.
- Paris: Are you serious? If they are the type to be appeased by seeing others diced up and cast into a pot, would that not make them the Titan of cooking!?
- Nikador raw pickles!
- Kremnos' famous hotpot!
- Lance of Fury skewers!
- Mem: Hm, that actually sounds good?
- Furiae Archer: You... You dare insult Nikador within the walls of Castrum Kremnos... Guards! There is an intruder...
- Crash!
- Paris smashes his gauntlet against the Furiae Archer's helmet, causing the already injured Titankin to pass out immediately.
- Paris: We cannot decline an opportunity to live granted to us by fate! Just as we cannot escape a failure fated by destiny... My friends, this stone statue is by no means light. I will need you to help me lift her.
- The man lifts the body of the Furiae Archer and struggles towards the exit...
Go after Paris and Furiae Archer that escaped
- Step DescriptionWith Mem's help, you successfully enter the Titankin's memories. This is a past that belongs solely to her. It is also an unchangeable fate that you will only be able to witness.
You rescue the Furiae Archer and this "Paris" that she had mentioned so many times... A glib and cheesy young man. He's fortunate that Amphoreus is a closed-off world. If anyone outisde of Amphoreus hear him speak like that, there's no doubt he'd be trolled brutally on the Interastral Peace Network.
- Mem: Woah, he actually managed to lift the statue lady! He's so strong... We have to catch up with him. If they run into the guards, then we're in big trouble!
- (Upon using the elevator)
- Alarmed Guard: We've got big trouble! The sacrifices to Nikador have escaped!
- Suspicious Guard: How is that possible? The prison gates cannot be opened from inside... That Titankin can't walk anymore, so they can't have gone far!
- (Approach Paris)
- Furiae Guard: Shameless cowards, useless failures. In the name of Nikador, I will not allow you to step one foot outside Castrum Kremnos!
- Paris: Oh crap, oh crap. My friend, what do we do?
- Furiae Guard: You're still trying to escape...? I see. It is only when a sacrifice's limbs have all been sliced off clean that these cowards will finally accept their fate.
- I cannot accept any of that.
- Not if I slice yours off first.
- That's pushing the family-friendly rating a bit too far.
- Paris: That's the spirit! That is not the tongue of a mere citizen! Take them out for us, hero!
- Furiae Guard: Stop right there! Outlanders that plundered the sacrifices to our lord! You will become seasonings in my father's honey brew!
- (Begin battle against Furiae Archer ×2,
Furiae Philosopher ×1, Furiae Warrior ×1)
- (After the battle)
- Mem: Hmph. Isn't my partner amazing? You can say it... Wait, where did they go?
- Looks like they already ran off.
- They really are deserters.
- Talk about bailing.
- Mem: This Paris guy knows nothing about loyalty! We still didn't get to ask him anything about Arcadia!
- Mem: Forget it. The memory fragrance is floating towards Okhema. Let's continue following the memory...
- (Enter Exploratory Excursion Recollection of a Furiae Archer)
Search for Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionThe stage of this memory has transitioned from under the Strife's blade to beneath Worldbearing's seat. The threat and disaster have subsided for now, and maybe you will even be able to immerse yourself in a slightly less heavy story. But you must be aware that any play that begins with slaughter and suffering often meets a similar end... Whatever the case, it would be best to find the protagonist of this story first.
"Human, what is it you wish to gain from them?"
- The First Memory
- The former Okhema city gate, after a victorious war...
- ...
- Oenone: Oh warrior who stole my life back from the Hand of Shadow. When will you return from the tides wrought by strife?
- Philoc: Elder Oenone, your wisdom is the stream that cleanses Dawncloud. You mustn't allow a speck of dust from outside the great city to infect the clarity of this pool.
- Oenone: Captain, do not mock me. If it were not for the soldier who is yet to return, this pool would have long since been engulfed by the black tide.
- Philoc: But the soldiers who fought off the enemy have already returned triumphant. That Paris that you wait for has not yet returned, which means his fate is likely one of misfortune.
- Oenone: Agh! If that is so, how can I bring myself to return to Dawncloud and live my days in peace? If he fell on the sands of the battlefield, I shall resign my post as the elder and spend the rest of my days before the city walls in remembrance of him.
- Philoc: Hah. This obsession of yours... I cannot tell if you are crushed under the weights of Talanton or bound by the golden thread of Mnestia?
- Oenone: You... Captain, go and see who that is that approaches the city gate.
- Oenone: It's Paris! My savior! Praised be the Three Titans of Fate!
- Paris: Lady Oenone, you are as ravishing as the day I met you! Captain Philoc, your face is as overcast as ever. I see even victory cannot rid you of the melancholy in your heart.
- Philoc: Paris... I see even Thanatos grew weary of your incessant ramblings and cast you out from the River of Souls themselves.
- Philoc: Wait, do you bring with you a spoil of war as an offering to Okhema?
- Paris: No, she is an escapee of the Lance of Fury that deserves our mercy. Please, you must offer her shelter.
- Philoc: Shelter? Preposterous! Do you know how many of our kind have died at the hands of these Titankin?
- Oenone: Wait, Captain. The Throne of Worlds accepts all. Do not allow your hatred to blind you to the dawn above... By my name as the elder, I will vouch for her. Bring her into the city.
- Philoc: Elder, you must reconsider...
- Paris: Thank you, Elder Oenone! Your kindness broadens even the heart of Kephale and crowns this holy city with even greater nobility!
- Oenone: No need to thank me, Paris. If you had not saved my thread of fate from being cut off from the black tide, this kindness would have already been lost...
- Memory's Chorus: Do you see? The person and subordinate whom you protect has marched into the city hand-in-hand with the enemy. Your fathers and brothers could have just lost their lives to those very hands a few days ago.
- Philoc: We soldiers risk our lives fighting to protect the elders, yet they are tempted by lust and throw open the doors to our enemies...
- Memory's Chorus: That's right! With the interference of the golden thread, even Talanton's scale becomes tilted, and direction from Janus loses its way...
- From the depths of the memory comes the vibrant bustle of the marketplace...
- Mem: Paris must have already taken the statue lady into the city. Where will she be able to receive treatment, though?
- (Approach Paris)
- Paris: Surely not. Grand Craftsman, are you saying that you cannot repair her?
- Chartonus: Can. Materials, have not. Earth's stones, golden blood of strife, seeds of reason — nothing there is.
- Paris: Ah! Why are all those things derived from the Titans. Oh, how they rejoice at the suffering of mortals.
- Furiae Archer: Just give up... Do not further sully what little honor I have remaining... Let me give myself to my destiny in the underworld...
- Paris: Miss, your strength is fading. Do not waste it on pessimism.
- Paris: Let me think of a way... Grand Craftsman, what is this?
- Chartonus: Calculation tablet, divine object, Oronyx's it is. Unravel prophecy, change time and space, hard it is.
- Paris: Oh! I know this! This is Janusopolis' astrologers' favorite toy! This should be able to repair the holes in her body!
- Chartonus: Understand, you do not. Use it, you can not.
- Paris: Hey, with a city as vast as Okhema, are you sure we can find no one that can make this thing spin?
- I can make it spin.
- Disciple of Oronyx, at your service.
- Calculation tablet national champion, ready for battle!
- Paris: Ah! My savior from before! I never expected you would defeat the Titankin... I mean, I just knew you'd make it out alive!
- Paris: As you understand this thing, I must ask you for help once more... Fear not, Paris will not let your efforts be in vain again, and they will be greatly appreciated!
- Mem: I can't help but feel like this guy is shady... Whatever, let's help him for the statue lady's sake.
Use the Prophecy Tablet to restore the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionThe stage of this memory has transitioned from under the Strife's blade to beneath Worldbearing's seat. The threat and disaster have subsided for now, and maybe you will even be able to immerse yourself in a slightly less heavy story. But you must be aware that any play that begins with slaughter and suffering often meets a similar end... The actor has now fallen. Now it's the moment to use your invincible power of time! By the way, there was someone just like you in the past who lent a helping hand in this story, and you have simply taken their place in this memory... Who were they? That doesn't matter. Let's just call them fate.
"If this is what you desire, then I shall fuse you together and allow you to become one."
- (Talk to Paris, optional)
- Paris: I'm counting on you, my handy... I mean, my all-powerful savior!
- (After completing the Prophecy Tablet)
- Paris: My savior, you are truly amazing! After all my years in Okhema, I cannot fathom that I knew not of a hero as both wise and strong as you!
- You're a real charmer.
- Just pay me extra.
- Live a few more centuries and you'll see.
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Furiae Archer: Why... Why are you trying to save me?
- I need some information from you.
- You will have something I need one day.
- Furiae Archer: Hmph, I knew you had ulterior motives. Then what of you, soldier by the name of Paris?
- Paris: The divine declaration of Mnestia states: One must not turn a blind eye as beauty dies. You understand what I mean, don't you, beautiful girl?
- Furiae Archer: You are exhausting...
- Paris: However, I have another reason. Your words and actions displease me!
- Paris: You chose not to fight back even in the face of an unfair execution — you would not even put up a struggle. I saved your life to prove to you: Destiny is something that can be defeated!
- Furiae Archer: ...Foolishness.
- Paris: Okay, okay. Well, as we are in Okhema, a browse of Marmoreal Market would be far more entertaining than sitting around calling me foolish all day. I'll take you!
Browse the fruit shop with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionThe stage of this memory has transitioned from under the Strife's blade to beneath Worldbearing's seat. The threat and disaster have subsided for now, and maybe you will even be able to immerse yourself in a slightly less heavy story. But you must be aware that any play that begins with slaughter and suffering often meets a similar end... Shopping — it is a wonderful way to increase intimacy in any world or time.
"It is shameful to accept a lover too quickly. One must take their time — as time is often the best test."
- (Approach Metanella)
- Paris: Hey, Granny Metanella. How's business?
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Heavens! Young Paris! You're alive! I was all prepared to give offerings to Thanatos for your safe passage!
- Paris: Oh, then I thank you for your kindness. Seeing as I have returned alive, how about giving these offerings to me instead?
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Hah, fine, take them. Hold on, am I seeing things? Is that a Nikador Titankin behind you!?
- Paris: Fear not, granny. She is a guest of Okhema.
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: I see... My apologies, welcome to Okhema, dear guest.
- Furiae Archer: Do you not fear me?
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Hah, here in the land of Okhema, we are under the protection of Kephale. There is nothing to fear here.
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: I have never left this city in my life, so all I know of Castrum Kremnos is what I've heard... like how you live only to fight and do not farm the land. I imagine the only fruit you've ever tasted is what you have pillaged?
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: You are in Okhema now, let me treat you to a feast! Would you care for an apple? Maybe a Mediterrana fig?
- Furiae Archer: I don't need it.
- Paris: You must not refuse her generosity. Granny Metanella is normally extremely stingy.
- Furiae Archer: But my race is only built for battle. We have no organs with which to feed.
- Paris: Ah, such a pity...
- Then how do you sustain yourselves?
- Furiae Archer: We are bathed in the golden blood of Nikador. We need no external objects to sustain ourselves. We feed only on strife.
- Then, how do you speak?
- Furiae Archer: Our language is created using resonance between our helmets and armor, which is the echo of strife.
- Then... can you whistle?
- Furiae Archer: ...I cannot.
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Get a load of this wretched Nikador. Spending their days drowning in their sacramental wine while never giving their children mouths to sample the flavors of the world.
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Young Paris. When you finally defeat the Mad King, let us seal his mouth shut, too!
- Furiae Archer: Hah. A coward like him would run for the hills when faced with Nikador.
- Paris: That's right. I'd have to run. If I die on the battlefield, I'll never get my chance to go to Arcadia.
- Furiae Archer: ...Arcadia?
- Mem: There it is! Arcadia!
- Metanella of the Fruit Stall: Tsk, you are still obsessed with that idea? I need to sit you down for a good talking to...
- Paris: Ah! Well, since our guest cannot partake of fruits, we will take a look around another store.
Browse the bookstore with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- (Approach Calpe)
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Praise Cerces! May you grant my descendants wisdom that their writings never grow cheap...
- Paris: Oh, Calpe! Praying again?
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Paris? You're alive! Thank heavens I saved the new Secret of the Golden Carpet here for you... Just a second, what is that you've brought with you!?
- Paris: Hey! This is a guest of Okhema. Don't be so rude.
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Ho, I apologize. I have only ever read of the Titankin of Strife in battle reports and stories — I got a little startled.
- Paris: So, this Secret of the Golden Carpet you mentioned, does it say anything about Arcadia in it?
- Mem: There it is again, Arcadia!
- Music to my ears!
- Will we get any information this time?
- Please don't leave us hanging this time!
- Calpe at the Bookstore: It does not. I imagine writer [sic] have moved on to other interests. Nowadays, people want to read about the heroes of Chrysos Heir [sic] doing battle with the monsters of the black tide. This kind of utopian storylines [sic] has grown old now.
- Paris: Tsk, they have no taste!
- Furiae Archer: Wait, I meant to ask... What is this Arcadia?
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Do you not read in Castrum Kremnos? Arcadia is a wonderland woven by Mnestia. It was one of their gifts to Cerces. Safe under the bindings of the golden thread, the Lance of Fury cannot pierce it and the Hand of Shadow cannot touch it...
- Furiae Archer: Hah. It sounds like no more than a story created by those that fear strife and death.
- Paris: ...No. Arcadia definitely exists. Because I hold in my hand a Golden Thread of Rebirth from Arcadia itself.
- Paris produces a spindle from his robes, around which a number of golden threads glisten in the dawn light.
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Oh, I never expected you to reveal your treasure to others?
- Furiae Archer: Golden Thread of Rebirth...
- Paris: I once rescued a princess as she fled from the black tide. As her thanks, she gifted me this national treasure. Every day I can hear it whispering to me, calling me to go to a distant land...
- Paris: One day, I will find this place. I will escape this endless strife and ever-looming death and enjoy an eternal romance with the one I love.
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Hah, who is the one you love? Surely it is not Lady Oenone, the one that gifted you this treasure?
- This guy really gets around...
- Am I sensing a love triangle...?
- Ooh, gossip!
- Paris: Don't joke like that. If I had not saved her life, I would not even have the right to speak with her now.
- Paris: Rather than the elder that already enjoys the love of thousands, I am more suited to another type of traveling companion... One that has never felt love before, one that has never understood the true meaning of romance.
- Having said these words, Paris turns to the Furiae Archer with obvious admiration in his eyes.
- Paris: Be she an enemy or an outsider, I hope that I could become her romantic companion. That I could wind that perfect golden thread around her body and finally break the cold fate she once faced.
- Furiae Archer: ...Such a pointless and shallow topic. Continue indulging in your delusions as you please. I have more interest in the armor in that store over there.
- Paris: Wait, that's not armor. Those are dresses...
- Paris: Ah, that girl... My savior, could you keep an eye on her? Please do not allow the guards to mistake her for an enemy and reduce her to rubble.
- Calpe at the Bookstore: Paris. I get you teasing the city girls with that sweet talk, but you'd really say those things to something like that?
- Paris: You descendants of Cerces are far too narrow-minded. In the eyes of "romance," all should be seen as equal.
Browse the tailor's shop with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- (Approach Kremnos' Furiae Archer)
- Furiae Archer: ...
- What is she looking at?
- She's not still collecting those things here, is she?
- Mem: Shh, there is a familiar scent nearby.
- Furiae Archer: The city of Okhema... There are so many butterflies here.
- ????: They are nymphs. They are Titankin, like yourself.
- Mem: That's Aglaea from the past! She seems no different to how she is today?
- Probably because she's a Chrysos Heir.
- Probably because of Mnestia's power.
- We'll have to ask her for her skincare routine.
- Aglaea: How unusual! A soldier of the Lance of Fury browsing the Marmoreal Market is a rare sight indeed... Welcome to the Eternal City, guest from Kremnos.
- Furiae Archer: ...Thank you.
- Furiae Archer: You said that these butterflies are Titankin. Which Titan are they descended from?
- Aglaea: Well, when it comes to butterflies, they are naturally descendants of Mnestia.
- Aglaea: Legend has it that Mnestia longed for the love of Cerces, but their love was unrequited. They died with a sense of deep regret. Feeling great pity, Thanatos cast those that had lost their lives to love into a cocoon of romance and allowed them to be reborn as golden butterflies... These were the resulting Titankin.
- Aglaea: They now work hard for the love of their beloved god. They trace the trail of romance and collect love to heal Cerces for Mnestia's sake...
- Furiae Archer: Hah. The people here praise Mnestia for their unconditional love. Turns out they are no more than a foolish deity caught in a one-sided infatuation.
- Aglaea: That is because if you look at "romance" through the eyes of "reason," it is an existence that one cannot explain.
- Furiae Archer: If you ask me, immersing oneself in a fantasy and forcing that onto another person is no more than acting out a self-produced tragedy... Such a selfish "romance" is no more than "strife" that one suffers alone.
- Aglaea: ...Perhaps you are right. Many of the things that bring romance to our lives are in fact so unremarkable they are almost crude. However, this is something that those who have fallen in love struggle to realize for themselves. They see a swamp as a sweet spring and rough twine as a golden thread.
- Aglaea: But, like parasites, the larvae of romance dwell in the hearts of all. We know not when they will metamorphose into butterflies and change our perception from clarity to bedazzlement. This is the blessing that Mnestia grants to all, though it may also be a curse.
- Paris: It's almost the Parting Hour, girl! Come on!
- Aglaea: Is that your friend calling you? Farewell. I pray that the golden thread will not hinder your footsteps.
- Furiae Archer: ...
Speak with Paris and the Furiae Archer
- Paris: What do you think? Isn't life in the holy city much happier than the life of constant fighting of Castrum Kremnos?
- Furiae Archer: It is. But I feel pity for this happiness that you feel. The strife of the outside world prepares to break through your city walls, yet your citizens are immersed in a false sense of peace. You enjoy this tranquility without any shame at all.
- Furiae Archer: Compared to the bloodthirsty lions bred by the Lance of Fury, you are no more than a flock of sheep coddled by the love of Kephale.
- Paris: But it is this right to enjoy tranquility that brings the people of Okhema together. Your pride of lions has already abandoned you. Why not wrap yourself in the wool of a sheep and enjoy the happiness of a flock for yourself?
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Paris: I'll take your silence as tacit consent. My savior, I will bid you farewell. I must find go and find a bed that can sleep a Titankin.
- Hold on...
- I have a question for you...
- Paris: Oh? Please, tell me, savior. I will tell you all that I know.
- Just where on earth is Arcadia?
- Paris: Haha, how would I know? If I knew that, I wouldn't linger one second longer in Okhema.
- Paris: My entire life till this moment has been no more than making preparations for a journey I've yet to begin. I joined the army to earn money, I have gathered information, next... I must find someone willing to travel by my side.
- Paris: Once my preparations are complete, I will make sure I repay you for this kindness! Believe me!
- Mem: We still don't know where Arcadia is... Did Paris really make it there in the future?
- Mem: The memory's scent is growing more and more unusual... We will need to go into the more recent past to see...
Head to the Marmoreal Palace Banquet
- Step DescriptionLiving in this unfamiliar city, the master of this memory is experiencing new feelings and changes within themself. There are many things here that she has never seen before, just like this banquet at the Marmoreal Palace... To the Kremnoans, Phagousa is nothing worth singing about. They may simply throw them a passing mention when they indulge in heavy drinking.
Sometimes play interludes are used to represent the passage of time. Some playwrights criticize this approach, saying that time, location and characters should be unified in order for spectators to resonate with the scene... But this is very difficult.
- The Second Memory
- Within the old Okhema, a soldier is lost in the flow of time...
- Furiae Archer: Perhaps the lack of battle meant I also felt the flow of time less acutely, but my days in Okhema have flown by like an arrow.
- Furiae Archer: The people of the city have accepted me, and the soldiers that once abducted me became my companions. They constantly affronted me with something that I could not properly describe. It was something that I had never felt in my hometown, a type of... kindness.
- Furiae Archer: However, in the face of these emotions, I felt my stone body becoming more and more hollow... As if the warmth of this kindness was evaporating my golden blood of strife away.
- Memory's Chorus: The idol born for war had fled the battlefield, their fate deviates from course. When the ship's trajectory is no longer followed, its passengers' souls become lost in remorse...
- Furiae Archer: When I fight on the battlefield, I need not beg for the willow sprig of Cerces, nor drive away the flying insects of Mnestia. My worries find solace in the blood and sand, and the call of the horn guides me forward.
- Furiae Archer: But in this holy city, the spring water of Marmoreal Palace has washed clean all the blood and sand. The song of Dawncloud silences the horns. Standing under a clear sky, I instead find that I can see nothing at all.
- Paris: Girl... Where are you?
- Paris: I finally found you. The palace's Month of Joy celebration is so lively, but why are you hiding here alone?
- Furiae Archer: I have never attended a ritual like this and do not understand your customs. I fear that my presence would ruin your enjoyment.
- Paris: Hahaha, oh great Chalice of Plenty! The most important thing during the festival of Phagousa is to not observe any etiquette!
- Paris: Come! Even if you don't have the tongue to savor honey mead with me, you can listen to the songs of celebration and laughter with me!
- Furiae Archer: ...Very well. Then I shall allow an unbridled man such as yourself to show me the joy of indulgence.
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Furiae Archer: If the noise that you bring me can fill this void, I would not resist sinking into the bottomless cup.
- Memory's Chorus: Ah, nameless creation.
- Memory's Chorus: You once raised high your bow of fury and marched on step-by-step, launching arrows deep into your enemies' chests.
- Memory's Chorus: Oh, the glory you gained, all of it now in vain.
- From the depths of the memory emerge the sounds of a lively party...
- Excited People: Praise Phagousa! Praise Marmoreal Palace!
- Mem: Wow, are they having a party? This place is so busy!
- Friendly People: That's it! You're such a great dancer, Paris!
- Paris: No matter how great I dance, it is one that you have all seen before. However, we have a rare guest here today that may be able to show us a new dance like no other...
- Paris: Miss, come, dance with me!
- Furiae Archer: ...Me?
- Paris: Come on, it's not difficult! Just move your body to the rhythm.
- Friendly Citizens: Don't be shy! Let us see the dance of Castrum Kremnos!
- Outraged Citizens: Hey now! You're not still so attached to your past that you cannot do Okhema the honor of a dance, are you?
- Furiae Archer: Ah... Fine, I'll try.
- Paris: Hahaha, not bad at all!
- Furiae Archer: You... call that dancing?
- Paris: Wait, girl, look out—
- Crash!
- Paris: Oh no, that's not good...
- Furiae Archer: I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...
- The sound of the statue shattering to the ground brought the entire atmosphere to dead silence. As the laughter faded, the bubbling of whispers began...
- Friendly Citizens: That was carved from the sacred rock of Georios. She smashed it like it was nothing...
- Scared Citizen: That's right. I was just standing next to her... If she had fallen on me, I'd have been sent straight to Thanatos, would I not?
- Outraged Citizens: I hear this thing was created only for war. It might have even killed our kin! Why should we allow something like that to come to our celebration...
- Furiae Archer: ...
- These people changed their tune quickly...
- Such fickle inclusivity...
- Essentially the comment sections of the universe.
- Paris: Hey, what are you saying...
- Philoc: Everyone, do not insult our guest!
- Philoc: This Titankin... This lady is a guest of Okhema. Do not bring prejudices into this city of acceptance.
- Concerned Citizen: Captain, the bodies of Titankin and mortals are not the same. Is allowing her to frolic here freely not endangering the lives of the citizens?
- Philoc: Hm, you have a point... Did you hear that, Paris? You should not have brought her here.
- Paris: Alright, we'll go. It's not like there is nowhere else in Marmoreal Palace for us to enjoy ourselves.
- Philoc: Hold on. She is one of us now. She must obey our laws.
- Philoc: The Marmoreal Palace is a gift to us from Phagousa, and the precious property of Okhema. According to law, the Garrison must detain any criminal that damages this place and take them to the court for sentencing.
- Paris: Huh? Surely it's not that serious? Don't forget, she is a guest of Elder Oenone...
- Philoc: Are you saying that, as a guest of the elder, she is above the checks and balances of Talanton?
- Displeased Citizen: He's right! You think an outsider being above the laws of our holy city is justifiable?
- Outraged Citizens: That's right! Take her for sentencing! Judge her for this damage to Okhema alongside the past offenses she has committed against our people!
- Philoc: Do you see the will of the people? Do not use your personal affairs to interfere with the justice of this land any longer! That is, unless you can restore this damaged item to its previous glory?
- I may be able to fix it.
- Galactic Baseballer to the rescue, once more!
- I will use the unmatched power of the Titans to find a way.
- Mem: You're right! We can fix it with Oronyx's Prayer!
- Paris: My savior? It's been a while. I had no idea you were at the celebration, too!
- Philoc: Hm? Stranger, do not allow your drunken revelry to speak nonsense for you. How would you possibly restore these fragments?
- Paris: This hero can enter Castrum Kremnos as they please and wield the divine power of Oronyx. They would never deceive you! My savior, quickly, show them your talents...
- (Talk to Paris, optional)
- Paris: I'm counting on you, my handy... I mean, my all-powerful savior!
Use prayer to repair the items broken by the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionLiving in this unfamiliar city, the master of this memory is experiencing new feelings and changes within themself. There are many things here that she has never seen before, just like this banquet at the Marmoreal Palace... To the Kremnoans, Phagousa is nothing worth singing about. They may simply throw them a passing mention when they indulge in heavy drinking.
It seems that the dance of Strife cannot fully express its grace at a banquet of the ocean. When prejudice and fear rage like giant waves, no blade or shield can hold them back. The only assistance that you and Paris can offer is to prevent her little boat from being overturned so soon.
- Paris: See? Good as new! Let us fight no more. We would not want to cause a scene in front of our guest.
- Philoc: The power of Oronyx... Very well, as a capable hero has stepped in to help, I will take this matter no further.
- Philoc: However, I would ask you still to leave this place for the safety of our citizens... You are more suited to dancing on the battlefield than at a banquet.
- Paris: Captain, how could you say such things!?
- Furiae Archer: No, he is right.
- Furiae Archer: As an envoy of Strife and your former enemy, I should not be here to disturb your celebrations. Farewell.
- Paris: Miss, wait...
- Philoc: Paris, you wait right there.
- Philoc: Ever since that Titankin came to Okhema, you have grown even more undisciplined. Do not forget that you are also a member of the holy city's garrison. There will come a day when you will have to fight to the death against her kind to protect Okhema.
- Philoc: I cannot help but wonder... If you were on the battlefield now, could you swing your blade at something with her face?
- Friendly Citizen: What is he saying? Surely Paris and that Titankin aren't...
- Outraged Citizens: I had always heard that guy was a playboy. So, he's into that stuff too, hehehe...
- Paris: ...I do not know. To this day, I have never had the courage to face Titankin enemies.
- Paris: But what I do know is that THIS Titankin is no longer our enemy. You should not use your words as weapons against her.
- Philoc: *sigh* Oh, Chrysalis of Gold, weave your silk over the eyes of my fellow no longer... How can someone as blind as him hope to face the approaching strife?
Speak with Paris
- (Talk to Philoc, optional)
- Philoc: The elders and the soldiers no longer hold the safety of this city's people most dear. They prioritize their useless sentiments...
- Philoc: If we all continue this way, how could we hope to fight against the impending threat? Are we supposed to beg Mnestia and their threads to protect us from their weapons?
- (Talk to Paris)
- Paris: Savior. Did you see where the Titankin girl went?
- I didn't
- I think she went outside.
- There's only so far she can go in this scene.
- Paris: I guess you're right. I doubt she left Marmoreal Palace.
- Paris: I'm sure the captain's words just now really hurt her...
- Paris: Savior, please help me find her. I imagine she must be near the market.
Go and find the lone Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionLiving in this unfamiliar city, the master of this memory is experiencing new feelings and changes within themself. There are many things here that she has never seen before, just like this banquet at the Marmoreal Palace... To the Kremnoans, Phagousa is nothing worth singing about. They may simply throw them a passing mention when they indulge in heavy drinking.
It seems that the dance of Strife cannot fully express its grace at a banquet of the ocean. When prejudice and fear rage like giant waves, no blade or shield can hold them back. The only assistance that you and Paris can offer is to prevent her little boat from being overturned so soon.
"It is shameful to accept a lover too quickly. One must take their time — as time is often the best test."
- Mem: Where could she be? If I were her, I might look for a place with open views...
- (Approach Furiae Archer)
- The Furiae Archer sits alone, staring at Kephale in the distance. Their carved stone face shows no emotions at all.
- Furiae Archer: ...Can I help you?
- Are you okay?
- Paris is looking for you.
- Don't cry. Your enemies will laugh.
- Furiae Archer: Why would I cry...? I'm not even capable of producing tears.
- Furiae Archer: I am indeed thinking about what that captain said, but I am not sad. I am thinking about whether what he said is true.
- Furiae Archer: Humans are different to us. Kephale has bestowed you with infinite possibilities. Your bodies can be used for any kind of work, you can worship any Titan you choose, and you can do whatever it is you please.
- Furiae Archer: But we Titankin are not the same. My body is created for strife. I cannot taste food, dance with man, or create future generations. If it were not for Cerces' power overflowing into the world, I would not even have the right to thought or language.
- Furiae Archer: Perhaps I should return to the battlefield. That is the only way that I can truly know who I am... A warrior that does not even have a name. That is my fate.
- Paris: Girl, how is it that you are still speaking of fate? If the chains of fate were truly unbreakable, you would have long since been reduced to gravel in Castrum Kremnos.
- Furiae Archer: Paris...
- Paris: What is there to fear about fate? The Titan that bears the scales is themself confused. The Titan that pulls the curtain is blind, and the Titan that guides the way is lost. They are no more than three blind mice that guide the strings of fate!
- Furiae Archer: Hah. You cower on the battlefield, yet wield the courage to curse the gods of fate. I believe this courage of yours is misplaced.
- Paris: The gods would never pierce my heart with their blade personally, unlike the warriors of Castrum Kremnos. What's more, they cannot find it in themselves to assist their most devoted disciples. Do you think they have time to address a rambling mortal like me?
- Furiae Archer: ...This is true. To the Titans on their golden thrones, we are no more than insignificant ants.
- Paris: So, why not curse them with me? Come and vent your dissatisfaction with the arrogance of fate!
- Janus' mechanisms are boring!
- Talanton's scale puzzle is boring!
- The puppy Oronyx gave me wasn't cute enough!
- Mem: How am I not cute enough... Wait, I'm not a dog!
- Paris: I'm not entirely sure what that means but... Our savior has led by example. It's your turn!
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Furiae Archer: If the three Titans could hear me, I would rather they answer the doubts in my heart than curse their existence...
- Furiae Archer: But they will not answer my questions. All they would do is whisper paradoxical prophecies into the ether. They are as cold as the very fate that they control. Beings that flaunt their responsibilities like that are no more than a bunch of... A bunch of...
- Furiae Archer: Hinas!
- Paris: Uhhh... What nas?
- Furiae Archer: That... That was the language of the Titans. I'm sure they understand.
- Paris: A specific slur against Titans? That's so cool! Teach me!
- Furiae Archer: No, a mortal tongue cannot pronounce our language...
- Paris: Hey now, don't underestimate a human's ability to learn... Halnals!
- Furiae Archer: ...Hah. You dummy.
- Mem: The statue lady seems much happier now. I'm happy for her!
- Mem: But it looks like we still haven't found enough information on Arcadia... We need to take these memories forward a little more...
Speak with Paris
- Step DescriptionUnbound, the spectators leap through time: Skipping past how it was that she suppressed the concerns in her heart, how she wore down the cold stares of those around her and how she won the acceptance of her former enemies. She has done so much to finally become a true subject of Okhema, as opposed to a guest or an enemy... But is this truly what she wants to do?
Is she not the same as you, being blindly led along by fate towards her mission?
Sometimes play interludes are used to represent the passage of time. Some playwrights criticize this approach, saying that time, location and characters should be unified in order for spectators to resonate with the scene... But this is very difficult.
- Third Memory
- A long time later, within the city of Okhema, the echoes of endless strife resurface once more...
- ...
- Memory's Chorus: Listen, listen now!
- Memory's Chorus: Listen, listen now! It comes from afar. You know this sound!
- Memory's Chorus: It is strife. It has come. The clashing of blades sounds like singing, a chorus of flesh cleaved from bone.
- Memory's Chorus: And with strife, comes death. I hear that countless warriors have died before the holy city. Their blood flows like a stream, almost summoning the River of Souls to Earth.
- Memory's Chorus: Child of war, why do you turn a blind eye? Join in the battle. It matters not for what side...
- Furiae Archer: No, I hung up my bow long ago. I am now an ordinary woman of Okhema.
- Furiae Archer: Over the years, Paris taught me the tranquility and happiness to be found in human life. I learned forging under the Grand Craftsman. I crafted silver jewelry for myself and a sword for Paris.
- Memory's Chorus: But what you wish to forge the most is a murderous weapon, a bow and arrows that can take away life. You even put in a fuller in the sword you give to Paris so it can kill better.
- Furiae Archer: ...I learned to cook from Mister Calpe's books. I can create dishes that humans love and prepare delicious recipes for my Paris.
- ██mory's Chorus: But you come alive the most in the moments when you're slaughtering livestock, and your favorite scent is that of raw blood on the chopping block.
- Furiae Archer: I... I also learned how to embroider from Granny Metanella. I wove dresses for myself and tapestries for Paris...
- ██████ir: The tapestry shows the people of Okhema breathing their last, with those from Castrum Kremnos wielding the bronze weapons... The countless bloody battles that Okhema suffered under Nikador's rule, all because of you, have been woven to life in the tapestries forevermore.
- Furiae Archer: I...
- Des██in██ of ██trife: You want to fight.
- Destiny of ██████fe: You want to kill.
- Destiny of Strife: You want to draw your arrows and shatter helmets and armor making them bloom red flowers as heads shatter go on to the strife and trample the weak bodies into mud that stains the white marble brick beneath the beautiful sounds of chopping flesh and cutting bones go toward the strife fear hate crying out mountains of bodies burning all around you entrails and limbs of the defeated and the sacrificed go to the strife
- Furiae Archer: I... I want...
- Philoc: Child of strife, do you wish you go to battle?
- Furiae Archer: No! I don't want to fight!
- Philoc: Hmph. And I believed that you had become a citizen of Okhema. I knew it was wrong to place any hope in you.
- Furiae Archer: Captain of Okhema...
- Philoc: The moment of reckoning has come for the holy city. Sabany, Adian, Alflanke... The vassal states of Okhema have been reduced to scorched earth one by one. Now, the Lance of Fury points its tip at the city gates.
- Philoc: A being born for war refuses to fight to protect this city. Could it be that you can't bear to fight with your past relatives? Perhaps you don't dare face the might of your creator? Or maybe there is someone in this city that you cannot leave?
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Philoc: Whatever the reason, I must tell you: That man that you cannot bear to part with is about to step onto the battlefield.
- Furiae Archer: What?
- Philoc: The military orders have been released. As a young man that is fit to fight, he has a duty to protect the sacred city, even if it costs his life. This is his fate, and he should be proud of it.
- Memory's Chorus: Listen! Hear the sound of wailing from the front of the city gate: Wives call for their husbands and their elderly mothers, while others scream for their children. Just hear how they suffer.
- Memory's Chorus: And you, you bow before the throne of Kephale with your stone face. Your emotionless expression has almost a smile in its place.
- Furiae Archer: Go to the battlefield... If I am with Paris... Maybe...
- From the depths of the memory arises a sorrow lament...
- Mem: This memory tastes weird... Hm? What is Paris doing there?
- (Approach the marked location)
- Paris: Oh Mnestia, please grant me a romantic miracle!
- What's wrong?
- Do you need my help again?
- Paris: Ah, my savior! It has been far too long! You always appear when I need you most. I cannot help but feel that fate is always watching out for me!
- Paris: I'm sure you are aware that Okhema is in grave danger. As the forces of Castrum Kremnos have made it to the city gate, now we have to mobilize the guards of the city garrison to battle.
- Paris: The enemy forces are attacking with the Revelation of Nikador. I fear any soldier that face them will meet a grim fate... But I don't want to die!
- This is your duty.
- You are truly useless.
- You want to desert your duty again?
- Paris: My savior, it is not that I do not love this city that raised me. It's just that I have a dream that I have not yet completed... I have still not seen Arcadia. I don't want to enter the River of Souls without ever having laid eyes on it!
- Paris: So, let them say what they will about me. Traitor, deserter, coward... My duty, my responsibility, and my mission, I will happily abandon them all, but I must reach that place.
- Paris: I have already prepared my bags for my escape. But, before I go, there is someone that I hope would accompany me. You know who that is, right?
- The Titankin, right?
- Aren't you two moving a bit fast?
- Paris: Hah, we have spent many days and nights together now. Anyone with sense can see how I feel for her.
- Me? But wouldn't that be wrong?
- Paris: Haha, my savior, this is not the time to be joking with me.
- Paris: I want to leave with her. Even if we die on our path, we can fly into the hands of Thanatos together on the wings of romance. We can become butterflies and fly to that place together.
- Paris: Savior, this love of mine has always relied on your assistance. In my heart, you are like an embodiment of Mnestia herself.
- Paris: Now, I will confess my love and wishes to her. Please bear witness and give me your blessings and strength... This is the last favor I will ask of you.
- You have my blessings. Go for it!
- Nothing is more important than your happiness.
- I'll be here with my popcorn.
- Paris: Thank you, savior. I will go now. I pray that you can bring me good fortune once more.
Witness Paris' plan
- Step DescriptionUnbound, the spectators leap through time: Skipping past how it was that she suppressed the concerns in her heart, how she wore down the cold stares of those around her and how she won the acceptance of her former enemies. She has done so much to finally become a true subject of Okhema, as opposed to a guest or an enemy... The person that gave her this mission, was it this person that seems to love her? Or are they both simply bound by their own cocoons?
"What we seek is not only the good, it is also the permanent. What love seeks is to have something good forever."
- (Approach the marked location)
- Furiae Archer: Paris, I hear you are planning to go to the battlefield. Is that true?
- Paris: Ah, so you already knew...
- Furiae Archer: I did. And I have already made my decision.
- Paris: Wonderful, then let's —
- Paris & Furiae Archer: Run away together!/Fight together, side by side!
- Paris: ...Oh?
- Furiae Archer: What...
- Paris: Fight side by side? No, no, no... Are you joking? I'll die on the battlefield!
- Furiae Archer: But I will protect you. I will abandon Castrum Kremnos and Nikador, and give all of my power to Okhema. Use it as you please!
- Furiae Archer: I will become your greatest ally and share the weight of your duty and mission. Let us guard...
- Paris: That's enough, girl!
- Paris: Duty? Mission? I don't care about those things! Castrum Kremnos and Okhema can disappear into the River of Souls with them for all I care!
- Paris: Girl, you are the only person that I care about in this entire city. No one else matters... Will you go with me?
- Furiae Archer: I...
- Paris: Hesitate no more. Let us go in search of Arcadia! We can escape strife and death and live a life of eternal romance!
- Paris: You can continue crafting jewelry, cooking delicious meals, and weaving beautiful tapestries. Your new life that you discovered in Okhema... you can continue it there...
- Paris: We were never meant to be allies in battle. Our relationship is something more important, something more romantic.
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Furiae Archer: ...Alright. Then... let's... let's go.
- Paris: Felicitations! My Okhema dream has finally come true!
- Paris pulled out the spindle from his chest pocket and wrapped a section of the thread around the ring on his finger.
- He hesitated for a second, then proceeded to hand his most precious golden thread to the Titankin before him...
- Paris: Come, girl, hold this. It is long enough to stretch outside the city.
- Paris: It is too obvious if we make our move together. You use the chaos of the attack to slip out of the city first. In half an hour, I will follow the golden thread to find you.
- Paris: Hah, following the golden thread to locate the person you are fated for... it's just like the fable of Mnestia. Don't you think it's romantic?
- Furiae Archer: ...Yes, it is.
- Paris: Isn't it? Leave quickly while the hour of Curtain Fall is still with us and most people are still sleeping. I will come and find you soon!
- ...
- Furiae Archer: Romance... I will never understand it...
Speak with Paris
- Step DescriptionRomance is seemingly powerless in the face of strife. Its brittle thread is unable to protect anything. This thread can still glow faintly in the darkness. Even if it is broken and withered, people can still appreciate its lingering beauty... Of course, to the one that appreciates this beauty, the thoughts of the thread are of no consequence at all.
"People always have a clear idea of what it is that they want in their hearts, but they are never able to say it out loud. They simply predict what each other hopes to receive and ends up speaking in riddles."
- (Talk to )
- Paris: Oh felicitations, my savior! This all went so smoothly thanks to you bearing witness.
- Not at all.
- This actually had nothing to do with me.
- Why did that seem a little off to me...?
- Paris: Haha, she's always been the shy type. You know this.
- Paris: My savior, you don't wish to fight to the death with Nikador here either, do you? Why not come with us, so that we can look after each other along the way?
- Mem: They're going to Arcadia now, right? Let's go with him!
Flee Okhema with Paris
- Step DescriptionRomance is seemingly powerless in the face of strife. Its brittle thread is unable to protect anything. This thread can still glow faintly in the darkness. Even if it is broken and withered, people can still appreciate its lingering beauty... Tell me, when that broken thread breaks, do you think it reflects on the beauty of its own end?
"People regard victory in the pursuit of love as glory and failure as shame. People can do all sorts of strange things in order to achieve this victory."
- (Approaching marked location)
- Paris: Hm? Why is she still in the city? Has she gotten lost?
- Paris: The captain and Oenone are there, too... Something isn't right!
Investigate the clash in front of the gates
- Step DescriptionRomance is seemingly powerless in the face of strife. Its brittle thread is unable to protect anything. This thread can still glow faintly in the darkness. Even if it is broken and withered, people can still appreciate its lingering beauty... Perhaps there isn't even anyone present to appreciate the beauty of an ending. This is all just the imagination of the thread itself as it breaks. Perhaps this is all just their attempts to cover up a loss that never had any romance to speak of in the first place.
"Whether something is beautiful or ugly is decided in how an action is carried out. No action is beautiful or ugly in itself. If the methods of this action are beautiful, then the action itself is beautiful. If the methods of this action are ugly, then the action itself is ugly.
- (Approach the marked location)
- Paris: Girl, what is the meaning of this?
- Philoc: Umm...
- Oenone: Pa—Paris! Help us!
- Furiae Archer: ...
- Paris: It can't be... Did you do this to captain?
- Oenone: Paris, what are you saying!? This Titankin is...
- Look out!
- She's an intruder!
- It's a trick!
- (Begin battle against Furiae Warrior ×2, Furiae Archer ×1,
Furiae Troupe ×1) - (Wave 2 Furiae Warrior ×2, Furiae Archer ×2, Furiae Philosopher ×1)
- (After the battle)
- Paris: Phew... Thank the heavens you are here, savior. But how did the soldiers of Castrum Kremnos get into the city?
- Philoc: Isn't it obvious...? This is all... your fault!
- Paris: My fault?
- Philoc: You allowed that wicked creature to step foot inside Okhema... You caused the city guards to lose their vigilance around Titankin... Now, she has joined the team outside the gates to attack Okhema... This is the creature that you saved. See how your kindness is repaid with vengeance and betrayal!
- Paris: That girl, she... How could... We made a promise...
- Oenone: Captain! We can settle blame later. Your wounds are severe. Please save your words.
- Philoc: Ack! I... I must say this... Before Thanatos descends... I curse you two vile scoundrels...
- Philoc: You and your romance... Your love... It is us that have sustained it with our blood and sacrifice... And now I have to pay with my life to protect you blind fools...
- Paris: ...
- Philoc: I curse you... to never gain Janus's guidance... to never gain Oronyx's guidance... to face stern judgement at the hands of Talanton...
- Philoc: May you never... lay eyes on... your godforsaken Mnestia... Ahhck!
- Philoc: ...
- The captain collapses in a pool of fresh blood. His chest, once heaving with rage, now still...
- Oenone: Captain? Captain!?
- Paris: Elder, he... He has been taken by the Hand of Shadow.
- Oenone: Was... Was this our fault? Is this only happening because we allowed the Titankin of strife to enter the city!?
- Calm down...
- This is not your fault...
- Yes.
- Paris: No, no, that's not true! This is all fate's fault!
- Paris: It is fate that caused us to show kindness and mercy to the wrong person! It was fate that brought this dire ending on the captain!
- Oenone: Ah, but how are we supposed to cast judgment on fate... The Titan that presides over judgment also sits atop its throne.
- Paris: Elder Oenone, I am sorry... I cannot take part in this judgment. I must go. Someone is waiting for me outside the city.
- Oenone: You... You are going to desert us? You are going to flee with that Titankin that is attacking our city as we speak?
- Oenone: Paris. You must not allow yourself to be bewitched by this bringer of calamity any longer! I have already allowed you to make one mistake. I cannot allow you to continue!
- Paris: But...
- Oenone: If you side with her, you will forever bear her sins. You will become a villain, hated by the people of Okhema for eternity!
- Paris: But...
- Oenone: Further... Furthermore, the garrison guards will all place the death of Philoc on both of your heads! They may even bring you back to Okhema and see that you receive the most brutal of judgment!
- Paris: But... But if I don't have her, who else will help me escape my terrifying duties and responsibilities? Who will believe my stories and go in search of Arcadia with me?
- Oenone: ...Me.
- Oenone: Paris, my hero. I am here for you. Why would you give the golden thread to a vile, evil creature like that and not return it to its original owner?
- Oenone: With my influence, you can be spared from the battlefield and kept far away from the nightmares of strife. Let us escape to Dawncloud and spend our days in peace under the protection of Kephale.
- Oenone: Then, when the black tide falls and strife has been defeated, we can ride in our grand carriage as nobles and go in search of our city of romance...
- Paris: Arca... dia.
- Oenone: That's right, Arcadia. With the golden thread as my witness, it is a land known to the people of my hometown. I can help you find it...
- What are you playing at?
- Oenone: I'm just giving the person I love another option. Is there something wrong with that?
- A home wrecker knows when to strike.
- Oenone: How dare you slander me like that? ...I am the original owner of the golden thread. Am I not far more suitable to accompany him than that monster?
- At least go and look for the statue lady!
- Oenone: You're saying that Paris should run out onto the battlefield and risk his life among those insane Titankin to look for her?
- Paris: Savior, I... I think Oenone is right.
- Paris: I... I cannot take this risk. What if she really betrayed me... I, a normal man... am I not as frail as an ant before the Titankin? I cannot die. I cannot die...
- Paris: Exactly! Philoc would not lie to me. That girl... The Furiae Archer's battle instincts must have been awakened by her kin. She must have chosen to return to the forces of Castrum Kremnos... She has betrayed me...
- Paris: To fall in love with a woman from a rival city and abandon everything as I flee. This is the kind of romance I read in my stories, and that's how I became obsessed...
- Oenone: Paris. Make a decision quickly... The guards are coming. I cannot help clear the name of a soldier who attempts desertion.
- Paris: Ah! I cannot bear the blame of betrayal! Oenone. My Lady! Come and aid me!
- Oenone: Fear not, Paris. I will keep you away from that bringer of catastrophe and help you find the land of your dreams. Forget that liar, okay?
- Paris: Thank you, Oenone. Thank you for saving me...
- Surrounded by the sounds of the fighting outside the city, the two embrace as if wrapped in an unseeable cocoon. They stand beside the corpse of the captain, his eyes open past the precipice of death.
- The smiles on their faces are forced as fear devours any joy in their eyes. Though their faces are beautiful, there is something distorted about this image.
- Mem: Partner... The memory here is starting to fade. The statue lady doesn't know what happens after this, so we cannot investigate any further...
- However, what this does mean... Is that everything that happened here... she knew it was coming.
- Receding Memory
- On the outskirts of Okhema, the soldiers wander in doomed madness...
- ...
- Memory's Chorus: Listen, listen now!
- Memory's Chorus: Listen, quick, listen. There is a familiar voice in your soul.
- Furiae Archer: It is strife... Strife has come. The golden blood you were gifted begins to stew, and the fated desire boils up within you...
- Memory's Chorus: Will you respond to the call of your soul and throw your body into the strife? Or will you hold on to this golden thread and escape into the distance ahead?
- Furiae Archer: I don't know. Both of these paths are my fate... One is my Strife, and the other is his Romance...
- Memory's Chorus: But the roar of your instincts deafens you on the battlefield, so you still opt to fire the Arrow of Strife that you wield...
- Memory's Chorus: Your first prey is your very own kin. On the Kremnos army's frontline, he gives you a salute, yet you shoot through his heart.
- Memory's Chorus: Your second prey is your own family. He climbs the walls under the cover of night to feast on the dead, so you take your aim and shatter his head.
- Memory's Chorus: Number three, number four, number five... You ceaselessly hurt your own kin without stopping for rest. Yet your bow never aimed at any citizen of Okhema.
- Furiae Archer: It is the thin golden thread that still guides my hand. It will not allow my arrowheads to pierce that fragile romance...
- Memory's Chorus: You wait and wait, and help the Garrison of Okhema fight off a whole wave of assault. But the man you would travel with never comes.
- Memory's Chorus: You wish to return to the city, but the garrison guards greet you as an enemy.
- ██mory's Chorus: As your body is covered in wounds dealt by both the army of the holy city and that of Kremnos, you search for the kin that missed his appointment in a battlefield bereft of kin...
- Furiae Archer: Pa... ris...
- Paris: That girl... The Furiae Archer's battle instincts must have been awakened by her kin. She must have chosen to return to the forces of Castrum Kremnos... She has betrayed me...
- ███:mory's Cho████: That's right. You are a traitor. You betrayed Castrum Kremnos and your family. Then you set to abandon the holy city that saved you. You are exactly the traitor they made you.
- Oenone: Fear not, Paris. I will protect you. I will keep you away from that bringer of catastrophe and help you find the land of your dreams.
- ███mory's ████rus: That's right. You bring calamity, and you've caused Okhema to fall. The city was kind to you, but you brought strife on them all.
- Paris Let me cut this golden thread on my arm. I cannot have the traitor following us...
- ██████ ███ ██████: Now, the thread is cut. Your hands will never again hold silver trinkets, kitchenware, or tapestries. All that remains are arrows and weaponry.
- Furiae Archer: Now, there are no more choices open for me. Only one path of fate remains...
- Go to the Strife: Go to the Strife
- ...
- Furiae Archer: From that moment on, I've been into a long dream.
- Furiae Archer: In my dream, I am a malnourished, starving lion. I can not think about anything but hunting for food.
- Furiae Archer: So, I hunt, devour, and kill endlessly. I feel the biological sensation of hunger for the first time, so I swallow silver jewelry, cooking stoves, unfinished tapestries...
- Furiae Archer: ...Until I see the ring with the broken thread around it once more, and I come to my senses in the wastelands under the black tide.
- Furiae Archer: The man wearing the ring lies on the ground as my arrows guide the hand of Thanatos to claim his soul. The woman who travelled with him abandoned him. Their extravagant carriage, decked with flowers, sped away from his corpse without ever turning back.
- Furiae Archer: To this day, I still do not understand what this "romance" is that he spoke of.
- Memory's Chorus: The divine works in mysterious ways, and they care not for what a mortal man prays.
- Memory's Chorus: An expectation is impossible for one to make real. When we know not where we're going, our path is revealed.
- Memory's Chorus: This is how it ends.
- (Teleported to "Bloodbathed Battlefront" Castrum Kremnos)
Speak with the Furiae Archer
- Step DescriptionHaving witnessed the Furiae Archer's memories, how would you describe this story? A tragedy? A misunderstanding? A lie? And the emotion in her voice when she pronounces those two names... Is it love? Hatred? Or simply confusion?
Having explored this story to its end, you still cannot find an answer for yourself.
If the flowers on the body that he so loves were to wither, he would sprout wings and fly away. It does not matter what sweet words he'd said before, or how deep a promise he had made.
- (Talk to Kremnos' Furiae Archer)
- As the lingering echoes of the memory fade, you return to the smoke-filled streets of Castrum Kremnos.
- You've never found Arcadia, and Paris will never return. Yet the nameless Titankin still lies before you, murmuring.
- Mem: This story... It ended differently to how I imagined...
- Furiae Archer: Pa... ris...
- As the Titankin's speech grows weaker, you bring your ear closer, hoping to hear her final words...
- Furiae Archer: Arcadia... Arcadia...
- Furiae Archer: Where... Could it be..
- Furiae Archer: ...
- The Titankin of Strife utters nothing more. She falls completely still, as if she had become a real statue.
- Mem: Partner... her memory... It's disappeared...
- Having lost her life, the Titankin's body is no different from a pile of rubble. You know that before long, the blood-stained winds of Castrum Kremnos will whip up the surrounding gravel and reduce it to dust, carrying it far into the distance.
- Perhaps the land that this dust will be carried to is the true Arcadia? Does Cerces know that place? Will Mnestia await them there?
- You do not know. All that you can hear is the echoing war drums of Nikador.
- Mem: Statue lady... Your memory... We will never forget it...
Give the golden thread to Iason and Aglaea
- Step DescriptionHaving witnessed the Furiae Archer's memories, how would you describe this story? A tragedy? A misunderstanding? A lie? And the emotion in her voice when she pronounces those two names... Is it love? Hatred? Or simply confusion?
Having explored this story to its end, you still cannot find an answer for yourself.
Love will not grace the unflowering and the withered... Be it a body or a soul, or anything else for that matter.
- (Talk to Kremnos' Furiae Archer again, optional)
- ...
- She's dead... No, perhaps death doesn't even exist for her. She has merely returned to an eternal slumber, a place untouched by romance or conflict.
- (Approach the marked location)
- Iason: Lady Aglaea, please wait a moment. The hero from afar has already set forth...
- Iason: Ah, they have returned already! Hero, did you recover the treasure?
- Yes.
- This treasure is truly precious.
- I hope you will keep it safe. Lady Aglaea...
- Aglaea: Thank you for your hard work, dear guest. I had never expected that this task would have fallen to you.
- Aglaea takes the offering from your hand and closes her eyes as she feel [sic] across every golden thread on the spindle.
- Aglaea: ...
- Aglaea: Captain Iason, I have unfortunate news.
- Iason: Wh—What is it?
- Aglaea: Seeing the look in our dear guest's eyes just now, I fear this object may carry some special meaning. It could be that this object was considered extremely precious to someone before.
- Aglaea: However, if you are to judge it through the eyes of Reason, it has neither divinity nor value...
- Aglaea: It is no more than a simple and unremarkable dyed thread.
- ...
- Memory's Chorus: Though it speaks not to another one's ear, I can hear it loud and clear.
- Memory's Chorus: Beauty is in the beholder's eyes, and only those that believe it will see it shine.
- Memory's Chorus: ...The threads of romance in the golden cocoon, a mystery known to only those attuned.
- (Mission Completed)
- (Obtain
Memory Crystal Shard ×5)
- (Talk to Oddfly where the Kremnos' Furiae Archer used to be, optional)
- Oddfly: Buzz... Buzz...
- A nymph is an unfamiliar sight to the streets of Castrum Kremnos. As you know, ruins stained with the stench of blood are not a place that the Titankin of Romance would happily visit.
- Oddfly: Buzz... I am an envoy of Romance. I respond to those that long for Romance as its disciple.
- Oddfly: Stranger, do you know who it was that summoned Mnestia to this place?
- They are already...
- You're too late...
- Oddfly: Buzz... I understand... What a terrible shame. I hope that Thanatos will allow her to join our cocoon soon.
- Oddfly: Thank you, stranger. I shall return to the cocoon!
- Don't go...
- Can I ask a question...?
- Oddfly: Buzz? What's wrong?
- Where is Arcadia?
- Oddfly: Arcadia...
- Oddfly: What's that?
- ...
- (Unlock Achievement Melancholic Subdual)
Trivia
- The name of this mission is a reference to French artist Nicolas Poussin's painting Et in Arcadia ego, the name meaning "I once was in Arcadia" or "I was also in Arcadia" in Latin.
- The "Secret of the Golden Carpet" mentioned by Ctesiphona could be an allusion to the lost epic poem Cypria, which contained the Judgement of Paris and how he obtained Helen, wife of Menelaus.
Other Languages
| Language | Official Name |
|---|---|
| English | I Once Was In Arcadia |
| Chinese (Simplified) | 我曾在阿卡迪亚 |
| Chinese (Traditional) | 我曾在阿卡迪亞 |
| Japanese | かつて、アーカディアの地に |
| Korean | 과거 아르카디아에서 |
| Spanish | Una vez, en Arcadia... |
| French | Un jour, en Arcadie... |
| Russian | Однажды в Аркадии |
| Thai | ฉันเคยอยู่ที่ Arcadia |
| Vietnamese | Tôi Từng Ở Arcadia |
| German | Ich war einmal in Arcadia |
| Indonesian | Aku Pernah Berada di Arcadia |
| Portuguese | Eu Já Estive em Arcadia |
Change History
Released in Version 3.0