Errand Chronicle 22226 · Entry #22

[Crossroad] For Power

Philabeh Falasi's Bookshelf

Objective
You choose to end the eternal duel over the throne which Mad Scientist Marni could not break. Tell Philabeh Falasi of your decision.
Return to Port Epheria and tell Philabeh Falasi of your decision;
Dialogue
Philabeh Falasi's Bookshelf Dialogue
Accept the quest.
Philabeh Falasi's Bookshelf Dialogue (Alt)
Proceed with the quest.
Sub NPC Completion
The letters are uneven, as if they were written with a troubled hand.
Most of it's illegible, but you find one well-preserved page in Marni's Journal.
...This tree cycles through life and death to purchase eternity.
Currently, the tree is deceased, but while it was among the living...
this "root" from the laboratories of the ancient witch, Echidna,
was born from her last seed, and, whether it yearned for the long-departed vessel,
or craved the times it produced ultimate weapons for Orzeca...
it produced countless copies of the king's daughter before it ceased living.
How could... what ever led to... this tree... it's a tree of creation.
If anyone... could revive this deceased Quturan tree...
the creations blossomed from this tree would find their breath once more.

If that was to occur... unprecedented chaos would spread from the endless cycle...
I thought I could bring myself to completely burn these away... and yet, in the end, I did not.
Branching Choices

A crossroad stands here — other paths a traveller may choose instead.

Other Errands in This Chronicle

20 further errands share this chronicle — the same travelers, the same stretch of road.

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Summary
The letters are uneven, as if they were written with a troubled hand.
Most of it's illegible, but you find one well-preserved page in Marni's Journal.
...This tree cycles through life and death to purchase eternity.
Currently, the tree is deceased, but while it was among the living...
this "root" from the laboratories of the ancient witch, Echidna,
was born from her last seed, and, whether it yearned for the long-departed vessel,
or craved the times it produced ultimate weapons for Orzeca...
it produced countless copies of the king's daughter before it ceased living.
How could... what ever led to... this tree... it's a tree of creation.
If anyone... could revive this deceased Quturan tree...
the creations blossomed from this tree would find their breath once more.

If that was to occur... unprecedented chaos would spread from the endless cycle...
I thought I could bring myself to completely burn these away... and yet, in the end, I did not.