Lipos

(Version 1)

▶ "I came, I saw, I penned the lines of life's deep joys, sorrows, intertwined."

(Version 2)

▶ "Whatever poetry you wish to hear, Lipos has it all."

Lipos: Have you heard of the last city, on the Holy Mountain high?
Where the immortal deity carries the sun across the eternal sky?

Lipos: Dawn lingers, silent in its eloquent grace.
Hope shines bright amidst the world's stagnant embrace.

(Keep listening.)

Lipos: Homeless, where should you find your way?
In black tide and despair, where shadows play.

Lipos: Exile, what dreams for days to come?
Amidst silent gods, fate's whisper grows crazed and numb.

Lipos: In the end times, seek the promised land.
Sunlight, clear waters, fertile soil, where peace will stand.

Lipos: Within the garden of that merciful god, solace can be found.
Laughter, feasts, and wine, joy in abundance unbound.

Lipos: This poem, "The Last Veranda," is dedicated to you, adorable (mister/lady).

(Interrupt him.)

Lipos: Greetings, adorable (mister/lady). Lipos is here, sending you warm regards!

Lipos: Hmhm... Lipos senses the vast sky's aroma around you: So close, yet distant, and utterly enchanting.

Lipos: Thank fate for this moment we share. Any poem striking your fancy today? Lipos got a trove waiting just for you!

(Obtain Memory Crystal Shard ×1, first time only)

(Subsequent interactions)

Lipos: Thank fate for this moment we share. Any poem striking your fancy today? Lipos got a trove waiting just for you!

What kinds of poetry are you familiar with?

Lipos: What piques your interest? Love amidst the ancient Chrysos Heirs? The aftermath of the Chrysos War's chaos? Or perhaps the rise and fall of those hundred Seaside States...? Lipos's here to serve!

Love amidst the ancient Chrysos Heirs.

Lipos: Haha, a classic choice indeed! Here's a poem named Adonia's Death just for you...

Lipos: "Beauty since the cradle, adored by the Titans' gaze. Adonia's brilliance eclipsed all in its blaze."

Lipos: "Mnestia's disciple bowed to the maiden's grace. While Thanatos's messenger lingered beside her, a solemn hem."

Lipos: "Verses, blooms, treasures untold by the disciple laid. Wine, pomegranates, vows of protection by the messenger displayed."

Lipos: "How should I respond to their love, so fervent and true? Adonia hesitated, turmoil in her heart anew."

Lipos: "The one who brings the Titans' fire shall be my eternal mate. So the lady claimed, sealing their fate."

Lipos: "Chrysos Heirs departed on the quest's call. Years pass, none returned, as the black tide did fall."

Lipos: "The city crumbled, its people scattered wide. Adonia waited, faithful, till the final tide."

Lipos: "Returners, met with silence's deafening wail. Only the black tide's encroaching violence, a bitter tale."

Lipos: "The disciple wept for three days and took his life. Red roses sprung from his blood, vivid and rife."

Lipos: "Messenger fell silent, lost in Styx's dark embrace. Madness claimed him, a forlorn, unsettled place."

The aftermath of the Chrysos War's chaos.

Lipos: Ah, those were tumultuous times. Enjoy this poem titled Era of Strifes dedicated to you...

Lipos: "In a somber age when golden brilliance waned. When divine clashes shook the earthly plane."

Lipos: "Ancient prophecies dismissed, greed's flames ignited. Conspiracies breed, city-states engage in the fight."

Lipos: "Chrysos Heirs, tormented by their insatiable yearning. Bloodied rivers, soil tainted, battle cries echoing, burning."

Lipos: "Waters dry, trees fade, skies weep, lands stripped bare. Unyielding war rages on, fueled by boundless desire."

Lipos: "In trembling hearts, fear takes root deep and near. Armies advancing, justice a distant dream. World fractured, crushed beneath the relentless stream."

Lipos: "Homes razed, lifeless eyes shedding icy tears. In a shattered world where hope disappears..."

The rise and fall of the hundred Seaside States.

Lipos: The cities lost in history's flow evoke such nostalgia... Please delight in this piece named The Golden Age...

Lipos: "At Kephale's feet, humanity's dawn unfurled. Civilization's roots in Amphoreus twirled."

Lipos: "Aristia's shores graced by temples grand. Fountains like waves, palaces that stand."

Lipos: "Mediterrana's embrace, earth rich and warm. Nurturing olives, fruits, vineyards in charm."

Lipos: "Aurelia's scholars sow wisdom's seed. Literature and art in Milios freed."

Lipos: "Jericha's ports, alive with ships in array. Pyria's domain, filled with camelbeasts at bay."

Lipos: "Okeanas' festivals, mortals push their might. Athletes sweat, cheered in contests and fights."

Lipos: "Icatus' celebrations, a blaze of delight. Parades of song, dance, feasting in the night."

Lipos: "Ah... so much beauty, lost to time's cruel hand. A tale of sorrow, slipping like sand."

I've had my fill already.

Lipos: No worries. Lipos is here, patiently awaiting your return.

Do you write your own poems, too?

Lipos: Certainly! I've even penned my own collection of poems. Under my mentor's tutelage, I even ventured into crafting poetry in Titan language! Quite the extraordinary feat, if I may say so myself!

Lipos: Ah, speaking of that... your epic journey with the Chrysos Heirs has inspired me. Here's a poem I've composed just for you. May it resonate deeply with you...

(Available after completing Hero, Bear Thy Coreflame)

Epic of the Flame-Chaser

Lipos: In the night's embrace, a star so bright. World's shimmering beacon, a radiant light.

Lipos: Destined, veiled in mystery's sheen. An outlander in enigma's serene.

Lipos: Amidst rising plague and crumbling Kremnos. The outlander joins heroes, dispelling great woes.

Lipos: To ring time's bells, recall days of yore. Hunting corrupted gold, lost to the core.

Lipos: Restoring former glory, the tale untold. In echoes of history, a new chapter unfolds.

(Available after completing Passage, Reveal the Past Once More)

The Outlander's Ballads

Lipos: O passionate outlander, your pace is in such hurry

Lipos: Your form is seen everywhere within the divine light of Okhema

Lipos: You traverse the streets and bustle the crowds, yet stand shoulder to shoulder with demigods and heroes

Lipos: Listen to the hymns of Passage, witness the rebirth of Strife, and hunt down the wicked in Kremnos...

Lipos: A mortal may encounter such brilliance only once in a lifetime. Yet you...

Lipos: Your journey has just begun, your path lies yonder ahead of you.

(Obtain Achievement Outlander's Anthem)

(Available after completing Witch's Mirrored Reversal and Heartbroken Dromas)^{[Note 1]}

Epic of the Era Nova

Lipos: Voices fill the citizens' assembly as demigods and Elders stand in opposition.

Lipos: Some yearn for the golden past of Era Chrysea, while others seek the new dawn of Era Nova.

Lipos: But you see—

Lipos: A blasphemer becomes Titankin, while an undertaker brings death home.

Lipos: Our Flame-Chase Journey goes on. We must not falter.

(Obtain Achievement Born to Die)

I've had my fill already.

Lipos: No worries. Lipos is here, patiently awaiting your return.

Wait, wait. Let's do it next time.

Lipos: No worries. Lipos is here, patiently awaiting your return.

"Fallen Twilight City" Okhema

Lipos: Have you heard of the last city, on the Holy Mountain high?
Where the immortal deity carries the sun across the eternal sky?

Lipos: Ah... it's you. Care to come back sometime and hear Lipos sing a song?

(Keep listening.)

Lipos: Though daylight fades in the chaos,
hope still lingers in the midst of fear.

Lipos: The gods are silent, but the song of humanity must still rise.
Amidst the ravages of black tide, the ship of hope is ready to set sail.

Lipos: O displaced souls, go seek the pure land at the end of the world.
Don't give up on the flames, the fresh waters, and the fertile soil.

Lipos: O exiles, go rebuild a garden of happiness.
Don't forget the laughter, the feasts, and the fine wine.

Will you still write poems for me?

Lipos: Of course! Talk about your Flame-Chase Journey with the heroes. How magnificent, how grand! To create poetry for you and record your stories is the greatest honor of my life.

Lipos: Even if the Dawn Device have shut down, and even if the road ahead is filled with uncertainty and danger, I still hope to witness you completing this great journey!

Do you believe in Era Nova?

Lipos: I... want to believe. There are so many beautiful things in this world that have yet to be recorded, and so many regrets that can never be healed.

Lipos: If Era Nova is real, I hope to see my teacher Hesiod once again.

Lipos: I want to thank him, and apologize to him. I have a poem for him... and I want to introduce him to my parents and my sister...

Lipos: When that time comes, I will ask my teacher to compose a poem for you — He is a great poet who could rival Illia, and I'm sure you'll love it!

Let's hope we'll cross paths again in the future.

Lipos: Goodbye, dear (sir/miss), may fate guide us to meet again!

Lipos: Thank the fates for guiding us to meet again, my dear (sir/lady)~ Would you like to hear another song from Lipos?

Misia: Greetings, heroes of deliverance. Thank you all for composing a new symphony of hope for Amphoreus. It's a pity I don't have a water lyre with me right now, or I could have accompanied little Master Lipos with a tune.

It's so good to see you all again...

It's fine. I like listening to the a cappella version.

Lipos: Since we're fortunate enough to reunite here, this moment calls for some new stanzas to be composed. I heard that you've had some new insights, Zeno...

Zeno: Ah... Though peace and beauty reign eternal here, a doubt still lingers: Like a ship whose parts have all been replaced, does this world, reassembled, still retain its essence? And we who dwell within it, are our souls still the same as before...?

Parmenides: What are you mumbling about? You're still talking nonsense, just like old times.

Zeno: You still haven't grasped my meaning, old friend. Look, this world is no longer what it used to be. All the chaos of human existence has turned to mist, and all that remains here is eternal tranquility, frozen in stillness...

Parmenides: But if you ask me, you exist, and therefore noises do, too. The world has never been peaceful or silent.

Lipos: Heh, these two haven't changed a bit... I have been getting plenty of material from them lately. Even Master Hesiod couldn't help but laugh at my latest poems!

Lipos: Oh right... I'm writing a collection of poems about you and the heroes, so your deeds can be passed down through the ages... For the prologue's inscription, I was thinking of asking Master Hesiod to compose it. What do you think?