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Marivel is the last of the Crimson Nobles after the entity known as Lord Blazer slew her family and the rest of her brethren. She assisted the Sword Magess and Luceid in defeating Lord Blazer but since then has been traveling the world in order to prepare and prevent ... something. Marivel is an incredible engineer who employs both lost knowledge and modern techniques into her work and works as an ARMS Meister who is both picky about whom she works for and strange about the payments she asks for. She is connected to the Valeria household as far back as anyone can remember. She often comes across as snooty and frankly more than a bit arrogant but behind it all is someone who deeply cares about Filgaia. ...Or so she says, anyway. Strangely as of late she has picked up her activities but if she's trying to prevent another worldwide disaster...one might wonder why she is being so tight-lipped.
"He's so much like me. May your promises be fulfilled, and a glimpse of a better tommorow be your final sight. When you walk into the sun, I will be there to see you off."
Mighty Guard - Behemoth King - Powerful Defense Buff.
Bad Breath - Malboro - Iconic.
Major Discoveries
A Dark World Looming Behind
In the end, once the Golem twitches its last and lies still, you're able to
pass through the once-sealed doors -- now that the alarm system has calmed
-- and enter into a formerly closed-off chamber. What could have been so
valuable to seal it so carefully?
The answer stands before you in the shape of a projector-like machine. While
the shape may be foreign -- with age to some, with purpose to others -- a
still-shining screen at one side of the projector mechanism draws the eye
and suggests investigation. At a touch, it speaks, at first unintelligible.
And then:
...LINGUISTIC MATCH OBTAINED. TRANSLATING: PLAY LAST RECORDING?
At a yes, a series of images project against the wall, still brilliant and
luminous after so many years.
A beautiful land. A thriving land. A land crippled.
"Did we invite this upon ourselves?" the narration reads out, against the
image of cities that reach for the sky as if to scrape the heavens. "I have
often wondered. Perhaps it is pointless after the end. The TF System worked
-- we sacrificed our land to stop the demon, but perhaps it was already
dying. Perhaps I would be making this last record still."
A land in fear. A land burning. A dead land.
"I leave this only as one record among many, in the hopes that somebody
someday might hear it," the narration continues, against the backdrop of a
civilization's graveyard. "I elected to stay on Filgaia. Others have left to
seek a new home among the stars, but I could not leave. To restore Filgaia,
much is required. This facility is but one step forward."
The image against the wall fades to nothing. "No matter what happens to me,
I feel I owe even that glimmer of hope to the future. To whoever is able to
listen, please, forgive us for what we have done.
"...We who have buried our past and forsaken our future."
A Sea of Stars
The door beyond the generator opens with a hiss, revealing the room beyond.
Though the generator appears damaged, it still shows signs of life; given
the nature of this place it may not remain inactive forever. So be it.
Was this a storage area? At a glance, it looks the part: shelving units,
locking safes, and all the rest of it, bundled into this tight place. But
what catches your eye yet is the terminal in the back. It still retains
power -- perhaps it has some way to cache energy in the event the generator
goes offline. With some manipulation you bring up the following information:
>RESTORING... RETRIEVING SERVICE HISTORY AND SHIP'S LOG FOR PFS-037
PHILADELPHIA, LIBERTY BELL-CLASS RESEARCH VESSEL.
You learn... you learn a number of things.
This -- the Philadelphia was a ship that sailed the stars. One of a number
of star-faring ships of an organization named only as the Pangalactic
Federation, this was a research vessel. In particular, the record notes that
the ship carried a number of experimental nanoreactors alongside the
standard-issue Federation models... whatever that means. But it never got to
where it was going, a place noted in the records as Gliese 667.
It ended up suffering a catastrophic engine failure around 6016 SD, whatever
that means, and diverted to the forbidden territory Kepler-186 in
desperation. But something happened.
It crashed.
And that's where the record ends.