Recollection

Recollection

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Mudrock Rhodes Island Guard Leithanian Infected Sarkaz Warrior Sarkaz Warrior Young Sarkaz Warrior Logos

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Mudrock brings the team to Kazdel only to find the whole team under attack by mysterious casters. To press onward, or look back into the abyss? They must make a choice.

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Bob, how have you been? I received your letter. I'm happy to hear you made it to Columbia safely. We're all doing well enough. At the least, we're all alive. Chainsmoke still wants to arm wrestle you, just once, and win. Chef remembers your bounty hunters owe him three gold coins. It might be a little late by the time the Messenger reaches Columbia, but even so, I wanted to congratulate you. I'm glad you could escape it all, Bob. Really. I still remember your invitation. I'm very grateful you still remember us Sarkaz. But—
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[Mudrock and their Sarkaz warriors are fleeing from their pursuers, but one of them are injured.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Run! Mudrock! Run, to Kazdel, to somewhere you can survive...!
Mudrock	No... No, don't say that, don't...
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock—! And never... never look back!
Mudrock	But...
Sarkaz Warrior	L... Leave me, run! Run far, until Kazdel, until you... reach... Kazdel...
[The Sarkaz warrior named "Chainsmoke" pushes Mudrock away.]
Mudrock	Chainsmoke...! Chain... ...... Let... let's go. Hurry.
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But it's hard to say we're doing well. After parting with you, we headed for Leithanien. We've gone through a lot. One mortifying thing is we're called "Mudrock Squad" now. You know I don't like to show myself. But the Infected in Leithanien needed help. They needed to be saved. I couldn't leave them to their fates, Bob. Just like you'd never leave your bounty hunter brothers behind.
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Leithanian Infected	Why, why haven't the scouts reported back yet? Not them too, right...?
Sarkaz Warrior	...Don't panic. The fog in this forest's thick. They wouldn't find us again so easily...
Leithanian Infected	But, but it's been eight days, already! And we've lost twelve of our own! We don't even know who it is hunting us!
Sarkaz Warrior	......
Mudrock	Don't be too hard on anyone... Against enemies like these, it's only natural to panic. It's only right.
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock?
Mudrock	...The one thing we can be sure is that they're casters. My friends can be my eyes, but that's all. No way to seize their silhouettes in this fog.
Leithanian Infected	But it's been non-stop fireballs, hailstones and hurricanes! They've been right by us all this time, they've... wait! What if this days-long fog is their Arts as well? This isn't normal weather...! If they can make eyes of fire dance in the sky, they can—
Mudrock	Calm down.
Sarkaz Warrior	We're leaning on the back foot, though. That's a fact. We have no clue about their identity, their numbers, or how they're even tracking us. The moment we leave an opening, someone gets attacked. This is some messed-up exotic guerilla warfare.
Mudrock	...Do Leithanian casters do this? If so, it's news to me...
Leithanian Infected	I... I don't know... I've never known casters like this... And if the Captain's tremendous gift for Arts... if the Captain can't do anything, what can we do...?
Sarkaz Warrior	...What do we do? If we keep pressing forward like we planned, I don't know even how many attacks we'll take before we're out of this forest— But if we wanted to fight back, we'd be fighting unknown foes in horrible visibility and falling temperatures.
Mudrock	...Take two of us to secure our route ahead. Keep within 500m of us. Report back every minute. I'll watch the rear personally.
Sarkaz Warrior	No guarantees they're to our "rear".
Mudrock	My friends will guard the main group.
Sarkaz Warrior	...Fine. But don't go heavy with your Arts. We can't risk you of all people falling.
Mudrock	I understand that... Thank you. ......
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock?
Mudrock	...Swear to me one thing, Chef.
Sarkaz Warrior	What?
Mudrock	So long as you're in contact with the main group, keep leading them forward. Ignore whatever happens behind you... never look back.
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Bob. What kind of place is Columbia? I've heard that the Infected are allowed a life so long as they work. They form the low-cost workforce she needs to serve her limitless expansion, and nothing more. Even so, I guess you're all very suited to the work? Is your farm big? Are the wheat fields swept in the autumn winds as beautiful as the movies say? Though it's hard to admit, I've never seen real hops for myself. I've asked a lot of people, and I've even sought out books on botany... so I have an idea of what hops flowers look like. If I find my own calm corner of the world to live in, I'll write to you from there. If I do, could you send me a small sample in return?
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Leithanian Infected	What's happening!? What's going on!? My skin... the crystals are moving, they're moving inside me—I—my—gaaahh—
Sarkaz Warrior	They're... they're trying to use the Infected as Arts Units...? They couldn't... they can't! Where the hell are the casters? These Arts... how could someone manage to do this!? Where's Mudrock!? Is Mudrock still there!?
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Mudrock	Are you okay?
[Confused, the Sarkaz warrior swings his sword around.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Gasp... keep... your distance! They're nearby, I can feel it, it's like witchcraft... No modern Arts are like this... They're using... the Originium—ghhak—inside the Infected...!
Mudrock	Snap out of it! Boulders, find my enemy—!
[Mudrock uses her earth Arts to summon colossi and retaliate against the unseen attackers, but...]
Sarkaz Warrior	Don't... don't waste the energy, Mudrock! You're still... far from returning to the fertile land... You need to live on!
Mudrock	No—! Your hand! The crystals, piercing your skin... I need to...
Sarkaz Warrior	Hah-hah... the imagination they must have to "use" Infected like this... Those hatted casters... they're terrifying. ...Mudrock.
Mudrock	—I'm here.
Sarkaz Warrior	Take the rest of us, and live... to return to Kazdel. Yes—to return to our home— Hah, our home... Didn't we know deep down... we had nothing, wherever we went. As long we can live on, who cares where we go? Grhk—Like hell I'd let my life be their weapon! Tell all the others—I died fighting!
[The Sarkaz warrior took his own life in front of Mudrock.]
Mudrock	Wait...! ...... You... Why...? No warrior's end should be by his own hands...
[...]
Mudrock	—Come out here! Come out, right now—!
Rock echoes the wrathful Sarkaz. The colossus stands tall. Stands as if a monument to the deceased. The frigid wind howls through the forest. Figures seem to stand in the far distance. Or perhaps they are only broken, shuddering tree trunks. The colossus flies forth for them.
Mudrock	...... ............
[The colossi summoned by Mudrock seemingly dispatches the attackers.]
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Bob. Sorry for rambling on like this. We've departed Leithanien. To return to Kazdel. The journey is long. It may be dangerous. In the short time we had, I could not find a Messenger to take this letter for me. If we can make it to Kazdel safely, and the Infected who've come with us can settle down— —Afterwards, I might pay a visit to Columbia to see you.
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[A Sarkaz warrior rushes to Mudrock's side.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock, you're okay! The others...
Mudrock	......
Sarkaz Warrior	Oh... ...... Goddamn it...
Mudrock	We left a single forest. It cost half of us to do so...
Sarkaz Warrior	...Mudrock. Can we fight back?
Mudrock	...... Our group... has so many civilians, still. We can't...
[One of the Leithanian Infected insurgents from Wolumonde approaches Mudrock.]
Leithanian Infected	...Mudrock?
Mudrock	Ah... Is something wrong?
Leithanian Infected	Our pursuers... There might... be something we know about them. Them, their Originium Arts... taking Infected lives as toys... This sort of thing... should have long since faded into the past... but a few nobles research it, still... They must be attendants of the towers, or Arts researchers... damn them, damn them...
Mudrock	...As long as they're not "Knights," worse has not yet come to worst. Don't worry... At the very least, for now... we've escaped them.
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The way back to Kazdel... is a long, long one. So long that I've forgotten how my homeland looks. Kazdel is a desolate barren. Still, some wanderers have taken to the old ruins of bygone wars. Founded towns you could call prosperous. Resplendent cities the Sarkaz had never been allowed to have. But I'm only asking for somewhere quiet. A place to catch my breath for a while, in the middle of this age-old conflict.
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Mudrock	...Past this mountain, we'll be in Kazdel... From the top, we should see a great bridge, and past the river... a hundred kilometers north, a village where outsiders have settled.
Leithanian Infected	...Is that where we're headed?
Mudrock	Yes... I once... lived there.
[A squad of Sarkaz warriors returned to Mudrock's side.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock, we've finished securing our route ahead. No sign of any pursuers.
Mudrock	Good...
Sarkaz Warrior	......
Mudrock	Let's move. We'll pitch our camp on the other side of the river before sundown.
Sarkaz Warrior	...Mudrock! Twenty-odd of our mercenaries got attacked by that lot! We never even so much as saw their faces!
Mudrock	...We can't fight them. Too dangerous... Would you send your people to die like that?
Leithanian Infected	We-We're sorry... we just...
Sarkaz Warrior	No... I wasn't saying to... *Sigh*.
Mudrock	Move. Don't look back. I'll keep the rear.
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Mudrock	......
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock?
Mudrock	Ah... sorry. I fell asleep...
Sarkaz Warrior	You're exhausted. You haven't given your Arts any rest since the attack.
Mudrock	I'll be fine.
Sarkaz Warrior	*Sigh* No-one can change your mind, I've learned that much. ...You know, I'm beginning to miss the good old days, when we were fighting Leithanians we could actually see. The Gendarmerie, the armed guards, the militiamen. Hell, even the caster regiments...
Mudrock	We did everything we could to avoid conflict with them... After all, they didn't want to risk going down with us.
Sarkaz Warrior	But ever since last month, things changed. ...Mudrock, promise not to laugh at me, but I'm a little scared.
Mudrock	...Casters cloaking their true colors. Fearful Arts. Completely unable to protect ourselves. Where's the shame in being afraid?
Sarkaz Warrior	Yeah. You're not wrong, for sure. ...If, and this is only hypothetical, if they were still behind us even now... or suppose they're on the other side of the bridge. What then?
Mudrock	......
Sarkaz Warrior	Would we have to fight? Or—
Mudrock	Casters, with few exceptions, are frail. We are many and strong. They know that all too well... their Arts are strange, and powerful... But the strongest caster is still a human. Don't be afraid.
Sarkaz Warrior	They kept pace with our march in the forest. For a whole month, we never found any of their camps, never found any of their supply convoys, never even found a single trace of their movements... Only lone teams, one after another, failing to returning contact.
Mudrock	Turning Infected into Arts Units... it's possible, but the concept itself... no, even the raw difficulty would be far too... Ah, I see... they're experimenting.
Sarkaz Warrior	Huh?
Mudrock	We're the perfect test subjects. An inexhaustible supply of them. From their point of view, that is... all we are.
Sarkaz Warrior	...Then who the hell are they?
Mudrock	Good question...
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Mudrock	Past here, we should see the village in the basin. The final stretch... and then we'll be... ...... Wait until the scouts come back... See how things are in the village. Maybe this is where... we can start thinking about life afterwards.
Leithanian Infected	Life afterwards? We can... finally call an end to our flight...?
Sarkaz Warrior	...Now we lay down our weapons and begin anew? What kind of life to live, I wonder...
[Mudrock walks away.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock? Where are you going?
Mudrock	Hm... To take a look from the hilltop.
Sarkaz Warrior	Alright. Stay in contact. We can set off at any time.
Mudrock	Mm.
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Before I left for Leithanien, I had been putting off the question. Was returning to Kazdel truly right? Can a new life happen just like that? What I witnessed in Leithanian taught me many things. There are times when fate, destiny and such become a simple excuse. A byword for all of life's unchanging paths. I only want to live on... I want us all to live on.
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[Mudrock arrives on top of a hill.]
Mudrock	Kazdel's villages... are more prosperous than before. Cooking smoke. Wagons. Markets. How long has it been since I last saw—hm?
Yet some things— —you cannot run from.
Mudrock	Are these... ...bones?
[A Sarkaz warrior contacts Mudrock through radio.]
Sarkaz Warrior	Mudrock.
Mudrock	What?
Sarkaz Warrior	There's fog again... I don't know if it's just the fog of morning in the mountains, or... But either way, everyone's shaken. We need you to calm us all down.
Mudrock	Mm— Yes. I can barely see the village from here anymore... fog has come. Wait until the scouts return. Then come to me here.
[Mudrock ends the contact.]
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Sarkaz Warrior	We're all here.
Mudrock	...Do me a favor.
Leithanian Infected	What are...? Are these someone's bones? Sarkaz remains?
Sarkaz Warrior	They were small... Probably a child. Here. It's a broken knife. Rusted. This child might've died in battle.
Leithanian Infected	......
Mudrock	Mm... help me bury them, at least.
Leithanian Infected	You could use your Arts to...
Mudrock	I want... to do it with my own hands. So lend yours too.
Leithanian Infected	Ah. Okay...
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Mudrock	...Everybody. In front of us is a new life. We've made it back.
Sarkaz Warrior	A lot of our people sacrificed themselves for this.
Mudrock	Did we lose them?
Sarkaz Warrior	...I don't know.
Mudrock	How's the village?
Sarkaz Warrior	If I had to say, it's bustling with life. There's a good few Caprinae, not to mention a decent amount of Sami people. They've got a marketplace. Some plots of land up for sale in there. It's an old Sarkaz who used to be a mercenary, managing those. Should be able to "get along."
Mudrock	I see... Wonderful. We're very close to the village now. From here to there, we should have no trouble... So go and find your new lives.
Leithanian Infected	...Er, Mudrock? What about all of you?
Mudrock	...We need to stay here. See this through to the end.
Sarkaz Warrior	Yeah... about time we did some mercenary work.
Leithanian Infected	Wait...! You mean...
Sarkaz Warrior	Go. Don't look back.
Leithanian Infected	You—You brought us all this way back to your homeland, just to get yourselves killed now...!?
Sarkaz Warrior	...He's right. I'm just in it to help a bunch of old bastards get one over. You're still young. Now's the time to go.
Young Sarkaz Warrior	Huh? You want me to run? I'd have to twist my own damn head off for you to kick if I wanted to look back.
Leithanian Infected	But we can't just—
Mudrock	...We won't look back. All who want to leave, can leave now. There's no shame in it. There's no need to blame yourself... We will protect this bridge. ...Supposing this is all a false alarm, and they've long given up, we'll see you in town. ...... Warriors. Line up. Eyes forward. We defend this bridge to the death.
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What makes us think we can escape our cruel fate without a scratch? Do we have the right to? Do we have the capacity to? We can't escape it, any of us. In the end, we all have to raise our weapons and confront the present we built with our past.
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Mudrock	...How many have stayed?
Sarkaz Warrior	Why don't you look back for yourself and see?
Mudrock	I... I'm just a little worried...
Sarkaz Warrior	Seriously, you... alright, someone else, then. Hey. Count how many there are for Mudrock.
Young Sarkaz Warrior	Don't mess with me, alright? Didn't I tell you I'd have to twist my head off to look back?
Sarkaz Warrior	...You can tell just by the sound of it. Not that many even left.
Mudrock	...Thank you. Really... thank you.
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Rhodes Island Guard	The fog's getting thicker... Captain, should we still keep an eye on them? Those casters with the tall hats seriously made me want to throw up... they used the Infected slaves they had with them as their... their staves. ...It looks like the Reunion bunch are readying for their last stand. What should we do?
???	Imagine, the Twin Empresses ascending the throne. It's been decades since the Witch King passed— / —Leithanien still hosts lunatics who mire themselves in the Witch King's shadow.
Rhodes Island Guard	Err... Captain, this stuff you talk about always flies over my head. Couldn't you say things a little simpler? Hold on, Captain, where are you going?
???	To save them.
Rhodes Island Guard	Whoa, that's simple alright... But saving Reunion?
???	I only see a group of Sarkaz defending the Infected to the end. / From Casters desecrating life on the whims of rotten nobles.
Rhodes Island Guard	But you said they were all super powerful, right?! At least wait until our team's all together before—
???	No need. They're no knights and garner no art's favor. They're jesters who flaunt witchcraft about. Rhodes Island does not permit the desecration of Infected lives.
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Mudrock	—Someone's coming.
Sarkaz Warrior	Ready!
Mudrock	—Hold on!
[The Rhodes Island captain effortlessly destroyed one of the colossi summoned by Mudrock.]
Mudrock	Huh?
Sarkaz Warrior	Wa—Wait, what did they... do? That was a single push... and Mudrock's Colossus just...?
Mudrock	...Don't engage! Fall back! That's... That's a Sarkaz...! And...
???	I've heard of you, in Operator Folinic's report. The Sarkaz who makes the earth dance. I, too, am not your enemy.
Mudrock	The fog... cleared... —You're not a Leithanian. You give off a very unusual feeling... and you're so young... Who are you?
???	Only a Rhodes Island Operator... Only of a kind with you, a Sarkaz. Call me Logos if you wish.
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Bob, how have you been? This letter is sent to you from the care of my new employer. I suppose sending a second letter without waiting for a reply might confuse things? To tell the truth, the people I mentioned in my last letter may not have the chance to meet you again. But there's no need to mourn. They fought to protect innocent Infected. As Sarkaz mercenaries, they never thought they'd get to die so nobly. Maybe death can't be defined in terms of how noble it was. But the people who live on have no doubt in their minds. They died with honor. We are not currently in Kazdel. For some reason or another, the moment we were about to make it, we looked back. Maybe it was my hesitation that let so many of my people die. Or maybe their deaths were a reminder that fate follows as close as my shadow. None of us can escape it. And so I decided to resist. Maybe I wanted to fight against every injustice in this world. Maybe I just wanted my friends to be able to live on. I haven't sorted it all out yet. But we must walk forward. Only then can I shoulder all my past wrongs. Only then can I let so many more people who need not die, live on. Oh, before I forget. I've heard a few things about you here. From a girl named Grani. I couldn't find a home for my people like you did. I couldn't hold a candle to you. That's my shame. Live on well, Bob. Maybe one day... far in the future, I'll be able to see you and your people in Columbia.

Trivia

• All of Logos' dialogues in this interlude are up to the player's choice, similar to Scout in the intro of DM-7.