G'raha takes another sip of tea, mulling over the best way to explain.]
In Etheirys, thousands of years before my birth, there was the empire of Allag. They were incredibly technologically advanced, and like many empires before and since, they would fall from power and collapse as a society in the fourth of what my world calls Umbral Calamities. Before this happened, the princess Salina passed on the power of Allagan royal blood to my ancestor, Desch.
This power would pass down through my tribe, until I was the last child born with the Allag eye. I had to leave my tribe behind when the Garlean empire invaded and conquered my home and began gathering Allagan relics, as the dormant power in me could be incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.
[Imperialism is the root of all evil in the world, or something.]
...That power would go from dormant to active when clones of Allagan royalty that had been dormant for millennia found themselves awake in the wake of Garlean interference. They transferred the full strength abilities of Allagan royalty to me, which mean I could connect myself to Allagan technology. This included Syrcus Tower, which had been created to store and generate aether... which meant it was an incredibly dangerous power source. After clearing the Tower of dangers, I sealed myself inside of it and put myself into a magical sleep.
[He remembers being woken up, sitting around the fire with Biggs the Second, and being asked a simple question with a simple answer:
What would you have done if we didn't wake you?
Slept for eternity, I suppose.]
Two hundred years later, I was woken up by descendants of those who I had first explored the Tower with. The world had been utterly decimated in the Eigth Umbral Calamity, and nought remained but people who knew there was no hope for their star, but... hoped there would be a possibility that the Eighth Umbral Calamity could be avoided entirely. To do this they would need to send someone across time and space to a reflection of Etheirys known as the First, as the cause of Umbral Calamities is the rejoining of source and reflection. I was the one sent to the First, using the power of the Tower, and I had one hundred years to gather my power so I could call forth the Warrior of Light... who's death helped catalyze the destruction in the Eighth Umbral Calamity. I failed several times in this attempt, terribly so, instead bringing over the souls of his companions... They could maintain physical forms, but the separation of soul and body would be dangerous and deadly in the long term.
[Sorry, he needs to drink a bit more tea.]
I need not bore you with all of our plans and schemes from here on for how we would save the First, as what is most important is setting the stage. I was someone from a world that no longer existed, in a reflection of a world where a version of me still existed as time passed incredibly differently... A century in the First had only been months, perhaps years, on the Source, so there was still a G'raha Tia sleeping in Syrcus Tower. This ended up quite a boon for me, really, even if it meant I had to take a gamble.
After all was said and done on the First, we had to find a way to reunite the souls of the Warrior's companions to their bodies. The aether of their souls could be carried in a type of substance known as auracite, however... that did not mean that their body would accept their soul. As I said, a person is both soul and memory, so... we needed to find a way to infuse the auracite with their memories as well. I was able to do this by imbuing the auracite with my blood, as it would hold onto their memories. I was the first test subject, giving up my life on the first and becoming a part of the Tower to infuse the auracite.
The Warrior of Light took the auracite to where this body was sleeping in the Tower, and... by incredible luck it accepted my memories and I was awoken once again.
[God, he really talked a lot, didn't he? He looks bashful, ducking his head and ears drooping.]
It's quite a lot, I know, but that is what I mean when I say this body is only 24.
no subject
[This is his last warning!
G'raha takes another sip of tea, mulling over the best way to explain.]
In Etheirys, thousands of years before my birth, there was the empire of Allag. They were incredibly technologically advanced, and like many empires before and since, they would fall from power and collapse as a society in the fourth of what my world calls Umbral Calamities. Before this happened, the princess Salina passed on the power of Allagan royal blood to my ancestor, Desch.
This power would pass down through my tribe, until I was the last child born with the Allag eye. I had to leave my tribe behind when the Garlean empire invaded and conquered my home and began gathering Allagan relics, as the dormant power in me could be incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.
[Imperialism is the root of all evil in the world, or something.]
...That power would go from dormant to active when clones of Allagan royalty that had been dormant for millennia found themselves awake in the wake of Garlean interference. They transferred the full strength abilities of Allagan royalty to me, which mean I could connect myself to Allagan technology. This included Syrcus Tower, which had been created to store and generate aether... which meant it was an incredibly dangerous power source. After clearing the Tower of dangers, I sealed myself inside of it and put myself into a magical sleep.
[He remembers being woken up, sitting around the fire with Biggs the Second, and being asked a simple question with a simple answer:
What would you have done if we didn't wake you?
Slept for eternity, I suppose.]
Two hundred years later, I was woken up by descendants of those who I had first explored the Tower with. The world had been utterly decimated in the Eigth Umbral Calamity, and nought remained but people who knew there was no hope for their star, but... hoped there would be a possibility that the Eighth Umbral Calamity could be avoided entirely. To do this they would need to send someone across time and space to a reflection of Etheirys known as the First, as the cause of Umbral Calamities is the rejoining of source and reflection. I was the one sent to the First, using the power of the Tower, and I had one hundred years to gather my power so I could call forth the Warrior of Light... who's death helped catalyze the destruction in the Eighth Umbral Calamity. I failed several times in this attempt, terribly so, instead bringing over the souls of his companions... They could maintain physical forms, but the separation of soul and body would be dangerous and deadly in the long term.
[Sorry, he needs to drink a bit more tea.]
I need not bore you with all of our plans and schemes from here on for how we would save the First, as what is most important is setting the stage. I was someone from a world that no longer existed, in a reflection of a world where a version of me still existed as time passed incredibly differently... A century in the First had only been months, perhaps years, on the Source, so there was still a G'raha Tia sleeping in Syrcus Tower. This ended up quite a boon for me, really, even if it meant I had to take a gamble.
After all was said and done on the First, we had to find a way to reunite the souls of the Warrior's companions to their bodies. The aether of their souls could be carried in a type of substance known as auracite, however... that did not mean that their body would accept their soul. As I said, a person is both soul and memory, so... we needed to find a way to infuse the auracite with their memories as well. I was able to do this by imbuing the auracite with my blood, as it would hold onto their memories. I was the first test subject, giving up my life on the first and becoming a part of the Tower to infuse the auracite.
The Warrior of Light took the auracite to where this body was sleeping in the Tower, and... by incredible luck it accepted my memories and I was awoken once again.
[God, he really talked a lot, didn't he? He looks bashful, ducking his head and ears drooping.]
It's quite a lot, I know, but that is what I mean when I say this body is only 24.