Errand
Chronicle 3706 · Entry #27
[The Great Expedition] In Front of Death
Descendant of the Vell Pirates
Objective
The Black Spirit NPC Knowledge said you should use her desperateness to make her talk. Listen to the descendant's story.
Sound out the descendant;Listen to the story of the descendant;About the descendant's question;
Dialogue
Descendant of the Vell Pirates
Dialogue
Hehe. Look at her eyes.
She's scared to death unlike the way she's talking.
I can feel her fear.
No human can lie in front of death.
Let's use her desperateness.
We must figure out the secret of that island.
Can't you feel it the closer we get?
The immense power we've been searching for!
She's scared to death unlike the way she's talking.
I can feel her fear.
No human can lie in front of death.
Let's use her desperateness.
We must figure out the secret of that island.
Can't you feel it the closer we get?
The immense power we've been searching for!
Descendant of the Vell Pirates
Dialogue (Alt)
No human can lie in front of death.
Let's take advantage of her desperate situation to get her talking.
Let's take advantage of her desperate situation to get her talking.
Sub NPC
Completion
I dared not have a name because I knew
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...
Other Errands in This Chronicle
20 further errands share this chronicle — the same travelers, the same stretch of road.
- #1 [The Great Expedition] Jarette's Support
- #2 [The Great Expedition] Happy Proix
- #3 [The Great Expedition] Sailors in Taverns and Inns
- #4 [The Great Expedition] Start of Bartering
- #5 [The Great Expedition] To the Wharf to Set Sail
- #6 [The Great Expedition] The True Culprit
- #7 [The Great Expedition] To Heidel Church
- #8 [The Great Expedition] Descendant of the Vell Pirates
- #9 [The Great Expedition] Strange Creatures from the Great Ocean
- #10 [The Great Expedition] Final Preparation for Departure
- #11 [The Great Expedition] Otter Barterer
- #12 [The Great Expedition] Vigorous Velia
- #13 [The Great Expedition] Island of Opportunities
- #14 [The Great Expedition] Before Dawn Cries
- #15 [The Great Expedition] Happiness of a Book Vendor
- #16 [The Great Expedition] Drunken Velia
- #17 [The Great Expedition] Always Happy
- #18 [The Great Expedition] Is Alcohol the Answer?
- #19 [The Great Expedition] What Happened that Day
- #20 [The Great Expedition] Who Would Dare
Details
| Chronicle | 3706 |
| Entry | 27 |
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Summary
I dared not have a name because I knew
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...