Letter to a Wayfarer

The following excerpts are from Final Fantasy XII unlockable lore bits in the bestiary.
They are unlocked by killing enough Urutan-Yensa.

Letter to a Wayfarer

My Dearest Pulania,
My close examination and painstaking translation of the text you sent me a fortnight since is finished. I send you the results with all haste. The text in question was written in an ancient time, yet it offered only nominal resistance to my keen interpretive eye.
It is nothing other than the memoranda of an ancient crafter of weaponry, though as to whether what it records is a truth, or merely a fiction, I must confess I suspect the latter.
I await your return with baited breath, and ask you bring something offering a modicum more challenge, though my expectations remain, as always, humble.
Yours,
Farrister, Archaeist

Project Memorandum

12/24/27
Request from said Patron, wanting a Device for felling Beasts, Fiends, &c., and I not thinking to ask what Sort of Creature he hunted, but it matters not.
Whatever it may be, it will have Wants, and I need only Fashion an appropriate Lure to whet its Greed. Perhaps something in the Shape of a Coffer.

19/26/27
Prototype complete. When placed surreptitiously amongst my Assistant's Belongings he reached for 't with a swiftness and lo, his Shock and Dismay at being caught! Now I need only fashion for it a Means of attack.

29/26/27
Delivery complete.

1/27/27
Received Complaint. The Target was in Fact a Dragon of some Power. Tell me these Things sooner! Yet one must not Complain to one's Patron. On bended Knee and with Head hung low, submitted I a Tally of additional Costs and Fees, for which I was only reimbursed after much Hemming and Hawing.
I will not forget this.

5/27/27
How to defeat that which cannot be defeated?
Nightly, I ponder…

6/28/27
'Tis hot. Unbearably so. I find this Season most unpalatable. Be that as it may, I have devised a Plan for this Project. When One does not know the Strength of one's Foe, one must first observe. Then, One must attain the necessary Strength to defeat the Enemy. My Weapon will be a learning, growing Entity!

16/29/27
Growth Lattice in place. Had I not made it Myself, indeed, I would say it lived. Yet all that lives must have a Mother, and so that is what I shall make next.

14/30/27
The Mother is completed, and continues Her growth. So too grows her Brood, for daily she gives birth to small larval Weapons. Like their Mother, they too have the Appearance of small Coffers. 'Tis much like the laying of Eggs one might witness in the Wilds, and as such is quite fascinating, yet at this Rate
my Laboratory will soon be filled with Coffers. returning current stock to Storage.

29/30/27
Delivery. Via viewing Crystal concealed in one of the Coffers, I watch the Fray. 'Tis a Dragon of incredible Size, indeed! My Creations' Attacks appear to strike true, yet the Creature is nary the worse for it. I shudder to think on how much further Growth will be needed before real Results can be seen in this deadly Contest.

1/31/27
Received Complaint. "How dare you allow the fell Beast to escape?" or some such. I essayed to explain that Time was required for the learning to take root, yet my dear Patron's ill Humors did rise, setting his Face to shine bright Red, and there was no reasoning with Him.
A Pestilence take him!
Finding this whole Affair to have left a bitter Taste upon my Tongue, I departed, but only after creeping down to the Patron's well-apportioned Cellars, there releasing a very young Mother. That should give him a Surprise in a few Years.

5/31/27
I wonder where Mark XII could have gotten to? Both viewing Crystal and Transmitter were crushed in the Fray. I can only surmise it found some Place rich in Mist whereby to foster its continued growth. I wish it the best of Luck.

(This being the last entry.)


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