Inquisition Minutes: Backpack

Stultifera Navis: Inquisition Minutes
Backpack	Action Log	Misty Silhouette	Tidal Records

The Backpack contains a total of 26 unusable items obtained from the exploration of Stultifera Navis maps that expands the event's lore.

The items' descriptions are quoted verbatim from the game and should be kept pristine. Edits and updates should be placed on other pages related to the same subject.

	Tattered Map The calamity reshaped Iberia, not just in a metaphorical sense, but in a very tangible sense. From the highly accurate markings and the detailed annotations on this map, the surveyor must've poured a tremendous amount of effort into this undertaking. There must've been countless like-minded people who came forth following the calamity, sketching every change, searching for every last inch of trauma to the land. Along the new coastline, a new location was highlighted, where a new town by the name of Gran Faro would rise—a bridge to the lost lighthouse, a bulwark against the sea's invasion. It would become the starting point of Iberia's reconstruction, and soon enough, Iberia's glory would be reborn. At least, that's what the people back then believed. Now, even this map is torn and dilapidated, and the roads to Gran Faro long choked with weeds. How would this map's surveyor feel if he knew how it ended? Luckily, he likely left this mortal coil long ago. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Tide-eroded Street Sign
	Faded Group Photo What were those years like? Repaying ardor with ardor, exchanging ideals for ideals. The Islanders and the Iberians somehow managed to share this place in close proximity, fighting side-by-side. When fighting against the ocean, nobody has time to discriminate between people's origins. The hostility and haze following the calamity were swept away, and the only thing in their eyes was the sea. Of course, there may well have been something greater going on. Friendships solidified, and love quietly began to sprout. When the statue of the Eye of Iberia was erected in the town plaza, hardly a soul remained sober. Everyone took a group photo here, the smiles on their faces impossible to conceal. Everyone thought that the Golden Age would soon return, and with just a bit more effort, everything would continue to improve. Nobody could've imagined that this was the final glimpse of a golden afterglow. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Narrow Alley
	Sea Terror Research Sample "Sea Terrors are beautiful creatures. Please be aware, this is no mere verbal flourish. My colleagues often accuse me of being excessively romantic, and perhaps that's true. But I must reiterate—in my eyes, each Sea Terror is like a delicately-crafted poem. They have rhythm, they have rhyme, and their very existence is worth admiring." "Look at all of these little critters in their myriad forms. Scholars of literature will stop at nothing to analyze why a poem tugs the heartstrings, and we, in a sense, are doing the same. The Herald will forgive us, for we are not harming the Great Evolution, but rather studying how it becomes ever more resplendent." Acquisition: Gran Faro — Burnt-down Research Institute
	A Scribbled Notepad "'Gran Faro needs you. Here, we will restore Iberia's glory.' That's what they told us from the very beginning. That's right, those of us who didn't want to die gathered here to build our town. Iberians will not be struck down by any calamity, and even our Islander brothers joined us. I must say, their technological skills are completely beyond us, and it was little surprise to me that Master Breogan is an Ægir." "I've never worked with Master Breogan before, and after seeing his blueprints and diagrams, this has become a lifelong regret of mine. There's an old engineer in the shipyard who worked under him, and supposedly participated in designing the capital port. But he never said a word about Master Breogan, as if nobody wanted to even bring him up. Why is that?" "In any case, I'm going to press this blueprint underneath the glass of my drafting table. We may never be able to design and build such a beautiful ship ever again, but it is just as important to remind everyone that we once could." Acquisition: Gran Faro — Abandoned Factory
	Bloody Sketch It was a rainy night. A High Inquisitor staggered back to the station. Her wounds were severe, and her sides had been punctured. It was a miracle she was still hanging on after trudging so long through the curtain of icy rain. People helped her to the fire, attempting to restore her body temperature with little success. The doctor found that she had basically already bled dry. The High Inquisitor, known for her resourcefulness and decisiveness, had led her team on a hunt for a Bishop of the Deep. By all means, this should've been a fairly low-risk mission, considering her past accomplishments. But this time, the station lost contact with her entire team. Iberia has been toiling ceaselessly to rebuild itself from the ruins, so accidents were not uncommon, but still heart-wrenching. But now, she'd managed to return. The doctor found her right hand clenched in a death grip, as if holding onto something. She could no longer control her muscles, and her nails pierced into her palms. Yet still she held on, unwilling to release herself from her agony. She was waiting for someone. Lord Carmen finally rushed over, and the High Inquisitor squeezed one last breath of air from her lungs, her faint, wispy voice reverberating through the entire station. "There is still a lighthouse that remains standing. There are still compatriots who remain watching." In her clenched fist was this rough sketch. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Eye of Iberia
	An Extinguished Lantern The Iberian Scriptures teach us that the lantern's flame guides the way forward, that the place where it halts is the home we must safeguard. As long as the flame is not extinguished, neither will hope be. But what if it goes out? Be it during the age of the Church of Iberia or the age of the Inquisition, theologians have always avoided this question, or casually dismissed it with a platitude to the effect of "the lantern in my heart will never be extinguished." Occasionally, someone with a more new-age conception of faith would shout some sophomoric rhetoric that if the flame ever went out, they'd set their own body alight to reignite it. A pity that such things are easier said than done. The keepers trapped in the lighthouse are also contemplating this question. The conclusion they reached is to continue surviving in the darkness. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Lighthouse Caretaker's Lodge
	Flagship's Engineering Blueprint When the blueprints for the Stultifera Navis, the "Ship of Fools," were sent to the royal family and the aristocrats, even the dullest of dignitaries knew exactly what that meant. The engineer from Ægir had continuously proselytized about the threat from the sea, to the point that his rhetoric grated on everyone's nerves, but by the looks of things, their patience was well worth it. Of course, the ignoble engineer insisted that the ship was for scientific research, but through the forceful intervention of the royal family, it was nonetheless equipped with high-strength armor and a main battery of fearsome caliber. After all, if such a threat existed, it must be dealt with through appropriate countermeasures. Next, they blurred the precise nature of this "threat" just a little bit... People are much more willing to hate specific things than broad concepts, much more willing to lust after tangible benefits than vague ideals. The ship is better put to use against Iberia's enemies than fighting against the sea. Presumably, the Ægir engineer will have no objections to these minute details. Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Stultifera Navis
	A Faded Photo From what few materials remain, this part of the ship was called the "Domed Elevator." Though the photo has already faded, you can still see what it looked like when it was first built. This is the heart of the Stultifera Navis. To use a somewhat corny metaphor, if the Stultifera is the Crown of Iberia, then the Domed Elevator is its brightest gemstone. When designing this area, Breogan intended it to be a purely functional device connecting the various decks, but the people who made it what it would become were Iberia's greatest artists. Along the walls surrounding the dome, they painted the most elaborate frescos, engraved the most profound poems, and inlaid the most awe-inspiring statues. The process of stepping into the elevator was in itself a visit to Iberia's most vaunted treasures. Rumor has it that at least three of the royal palace's artists died in duels for the privilege to have a place in the Domed Elevator project. Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Domed Elevator
	Dusty Eikon "My sincerest apologies, but I must once again reject your proposal. While I deeply appreciate everyone's continued support, and have no intention of being excessively modest, Iberia has suffered through a terrible calamity, and we have all seen that the royal family and the aristocracy are unable to keep this country functioning. As such, the strength of the Church of Iberia is needed more than ever in our effort to rebuild the nation. However, I am still reluctant to don the papal crown." "It is too early to draw lessons from the calamity, but the present turmoil across Iberia has proven that the wealthy and powerful have no way of steering the people in the right direction from their lofty seats. Their positions have made them greedy and complacent, and their focus only on plundering what little wealth remains should be shunned. We cannot repeat their mistakes. We cannot afford to prop up a pope and a few false bishops and hope that they can solve all our problems for good." "We must stand at the vanguard, resisting the ocean's invasion with our own bodies, and safeguarding our scarred lands with our very fates. We ought to lift our lanterns to clear the fog from our peoples' way, and march across the sharp thorns with our blades in hand. We must punish evil, and castigate sin." "I propose that starting now, the Church of Iberia be reorganized into the Inquisition, and that the nine present here be named Saints. I propose that we give up our former names, and from here on out dedicate our lives only to the country, our names becoming synonymous with the country. This may be an overbearing proposal, but it is a burden I hope we can all bear. And that I, Carmen I Iberia, can shoulder this responsibility." Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Ship Chapel
	Broken Iberian Rapier How much can a single sword endure? When it was cast, it was already doomed to be thrust through someone's chest. No matter how much it is adorned with honor, etiquette, or respect, the immutable fact is that the sword is an instrument of slaughter, and will sooner or later drink blood. Only this time, blood is brought before it differently. When these two people put their lives on the line, what exactly are they searching for, and what keeps them going? Is it love, impulse, or mercy? Perhaps they seek a way to save each other's souls. Perhaps the only way to do so is to destroy one another. Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Pipe Shaft
	A Slimy Letter "This is the one-thousand one-hundred seventy-second letter I've written to you. All the previous ones are still in my drawer, for unfortunately, I have no way of sending them to you. However, this might really be my last. I've locked myself in the confinement room now. Two days ago, little Reina also jumped into the ocean, bless her (The rest is crossed out)." "(A large section of words have been crossed out) Sorry, I can't control myself. How are you all doing? I am blessed (Scribbles) I owe you so, so much. Maybe you'll have something to be proud of me for as well. After all, I almost managed to hold on. I hung on for over thirty years. You can't even imagine how hard it's been. Fortunately (Several blotches of dark ink) I almost managed to hold on, but fell short in the end. I miss all of you so much. How many times have I written these words? But enough of that, because we'll be able to see each other again soon enough." "I'll be home soon. I'll give you all a big hug, and bring you souvenirs from the journey (Crazed scribbling). I once served on a great ship, defending (Crossed-out) Iberia. My children, I'll be bringing back presents. What do you want? Maybe (The following portion is illegible)" "I will continue to hold on, I will continue to hold on." Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Confinement Room
	Deck Plan Every inch of Iberian soil has a corresponding position on the flagship's deck. The components follow the mountain ranges, the cables represent the rivers. Several grammarians and rhetoricians were involved in the design, and they conferred meaning to everything on this deck. Thus, the crewmembers involved in taking care of it will never allow a single scratch or pothole to appear, for any blemish is a shame to Iberia itself. Polishing and waxing the deck that symbolizes their hometown and evaluating which section is smoother and shinier became a way for crew from different parts of the country to privately compete. There have been attempts in the past to swap out more susceptible-to-damage parts in the loading area for pieces of the deck in the other areas. Such actions were met with strict disciplinary measures. In the end, symbolism is just that, and we tend to easily get emotionally invested in a figment of our own imagination. Acquisition: Nameless Ocean — Main Deck
	"Ship in a Bottle" Nobody knows why a ship in a bottle was considered a souvenir, but the trend did indeed sweep through all of Iberia, and every child wanted their own Stultifera Navis-in-a-bottle for their birthday. They would hold the bottle up and let sunlight filter through, sailing their imaginary ships through the sky towards the depths of the sea. But after the calamity, this trend quickly died down, and the Scriptures soon occupied the spot on the nightstand once belonging to the ship-in-a-bottle. It is not solely because of life's hardships. The ocean and the fleet became wounds that could never heal, each touch evoking feelings of disappointment, sorrow, and shame. The Grand Fleet had failed, and people paid little heed to the process. Perhaps only the people of a town like Gran Faro, which gathered those not yet disillusioned with the future, would regard this little ship-in-a-bottle as a treasure. But in today's Gran Faro, would anyone? Acquisition: Nameless Ocean — Nameless Ocean
	Picturebook Page - Shore Breogan and his friends stood on the shore and looked back. As the billowing wind continued to blow, beneath which wave did Ægir's city-state hide? Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter I
	Picturebook Page - Long Journey Trekking through the wilderness was hardly a pleasant experience for an Ægir, but Breogan still remembers the moment he first climbed atop the high plateau and saw the radiance of the twin moons spilling across the land. Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter II
	Picturebook Page - Dialogue What is a fair price for ancient, forbidden knowledge? Perhaps a pure heart is enough. Throwing in fine wine as a bonus might be even better. Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter III
	Picturebook Page - Ordination "When everyone has their needs met, no one will take advantage of others." Breogan has always subscribed to this philosophy. Perhaps there is some science behind this form of exchange. Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter IV
	Picturebook Page - Framework Can this ship really make a difference? Even if there were doubts in his heart, Breogan could only continue down this path, for it was the one he had chosen. Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter V
	Unfinished Picturebook Pages Calamity has come. Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Calamity
	Bloody Button Breogan walks through the ruins. The path is flooded with water, and broken ripples radiate out from where he sets his feet. It might've just been a hallucination, but there must be someone hiding in the shadows. How else could there be such an oppressive atmosphere, one that makes people feel as if their heart is being tightly clenched? How long has it been since the calamity? Breogan has virtually no way to accurately remember. Time and events have folded and intertwined, and after becoming thick and dense enough, their order loses any meaning. All he remembers is the beginning: all sound vanished as the black waves silently obliterated everything. Where are the aristocrats and the royal family now? Where is the Church of Iberia? There are too many questions and not enough time to ask them one-by-one. But what worried him most was the thought that something must've happened to Ægir. Maybe all his efforts had been for naught. He already tried to reconnect the lighthouses, which naturally failed. Vague news reached his ears that what had once been the route to the port city had already become a vast, watery expanse. As for the Stultifera Navis and the vast fleet that he had poured so much of himself into, Breogan didn't even want to think about that. As long as he didn't think about it, there was still a lingering, ethereal bubble called hope—but once touched, it would burst and vanish. Vicious rumors run rampant: it was the Ægir's fault. They were jealous of Golden Iberia, and they invited calamity. And at the heart of the rumors was none other than he himself—Breogan. The chief naval architect, once regarded as Iberia's lodestar, instantly became a madman who colluded with evil. His friends in the Church of Iberia convinced him to leave the country, but where could he go? Someone is following him, and Breogan is well aware of this fact. Why has he come to these ruins by himself? For a few moments, Breogan tries to remember why he set foot here, but draws only a blank. Perhaps he wandered here aimlessly, or perhaps witnessing the results of the calamity was punishment for his arrogance and indolence. What would he do if he had another chance? What should he have done? Breogan hastens his steps, trying to shake off these foolish thoughts. More and more people are trailing him. Breogan suddenly thinks of his friend who liked to write and draw. Turns out, he is in these very ruins. The two of them used to frequent a small restaurant owned by a plump Ægir lady who would often give them an extra dish when they visited. She was found dead in an alley yesterday, gash wounds on her neck. Passers-by don't even give her death a second glance. Such occurrences are far too common these days. The people following him no longer conceal themselves. They are silent, as silent as the waves. In front of him is a crumbling wall, with nowhere else to go. Breogan turns around to face the crowd. Their faces are familiar, but they are now strangers. They all wear similar expressions on their faces. How best to describe it? Hatred? No, not that. Ridicule, or pity. They advance on him, slowly, inexorably. Breogan suddenly sees a familiar face in the crowd—the son of that restaurant's owner, his hood covering half his face so as not to expose his Ægir identity. Fine. Breogan suddenly relaxes as he lets out a sigh. Fine, this is the end. The people approach, gathering into something that could be called a hug. At least they are reluctant to give in. As long as there is still a will to fight, then there is still hope. Isn't that right? The people separate and scatter, leaving an old man lying in a shallow pool of stagnant water, ripples of red blossoming beneath his body. Acquisition: Mirror Image — Memory's End
	"Little Handy" "This product was forged with the profound wisdom of the sages, infused with our virtue of helping others. If you need a hand to deliver people from suffering, or you wish to be freed from the trivialities of mundane affairs, then remember to come and get your 'Little Handy.'" God knows why something like this showed up in Gran Faro. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Messy Junk Pile
	Wilderness Survival Module Manual "The 'Wilderness Survival Module' component will help you and your 'Little Handy' stave off the pernicious fangs that dwell in the seabeds of trouble, or even the poisoned slings and arrows of fate's outrageous fortune. Citizens of Ægir who need to visit the outside and challenge the unknown land, do not forget to bring this along." Seriously, how is this assortment of pulleys and thin wires supposed to keep people alive in the wilderness? Just stick it on and it'll work? Acquisition: Gran Faro — Warped Mailbox
	Housekeeping Assistant Module Manual "The 'Housekeeping Assistant Module' component will enhance the efficacy of your home's 'cleaning specialist.' Change the mode etched into its core, and it will cleanse the dust in your home and the filth in your soul. Please attach it to the corresponding slot on your 'Little Handy' today." "The Hand of the Saint" is a battlefield support device distributed by the Inquisition to particularly harsh frontline battles, carrying out the will of the Saints by sweeping away all impurity. Additionally, reports that these devices were confiscated from the Ægir Islanders are merely rumors. Please be sure to distinguish fact from fiction. Acquisition: Gran Faro — Worn-out Cabinet
	Incremental Motion Firmware Manual "The 'Incremental Motion Firmware' component, after being assembled onto your 'Little Handy,' will show you the joys of exercise. A robust body is able to house discerning thoughts, and a replete spirit can nourish a pure soul. The walls of the Institute of Technology and Academy of Science were never meant to restrain you from running freely. If you feel that your body is too weak to keep up with your surging thoughts, please make good use of this." Exercise in moderation unless you want to wake up with muscle pain in the middle of the night. Acquisition: Lost Flagship — Maintenance Access
	Mini Decontamination Kit Manual "The 'Mini Decontamination Kit' component will provide you and your 'Little Handy' with the ability to eradicate contamination. Evil thoughts stem from the human heart, and infect the land in kind. Righteousness is engulfed by filth, and glory is wounded by humiliation. Please make good use of this component to eliminate poison and stave off its spread." Efficacy is directly proportional to how smelly it is. Acquisition: Nameless Ocean — Hydrological Workstation
	External Upgrade Module Manual "If your hand of salvation still isn't effective enough, or you still lack the power to purge all evil, we've provided you with the additional power of the 'External Upgrade Module.' Just as heroes are reforged by tribulation, the 'Little Handy' too will break the shackles of its past after attaching this component." Something doesn't seem right about the sound this machine's making. Are you sure it won't overheat and explode? Acquisition: Dusty Picturebook — Chapter