Threadlike Whispers is the first part of Xilonen's Tribal Chronicles, A Prayer for Blessings, Told to Crested Peaks: Act III - Melodious Chant.
Steps[]
- Start the quest by approaching Xilonen in "Children of Echoes," or by enabling Focused Experience Mode in the Story Quest menu.
- Go to the Children of Echoes[This step is skipped if you simply approach Xilonen.]
- Head to Xilonen's workshop
- Visit Tlazolli
- Help Tlazolli into the room to rest
- Help Tlazolli retrieve the goods
- Chase the monsters away
- Check on Tlapal's situation
- Return to Tlazolli's house
Gameplay Notes[]
- During step 6, a trial Xilonen joins the party.
Trial Character[]
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  Lv. 61 C3 Xilonen Lv. 61 R1 Peak Patrol Song |
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 Max HP: 19960 ATK: 1262 DEF: 1169 Elemental Mastery: 34 Crit Rate: 50.6% Crit DMG: 72.4% Energy Recharge: 135.0% |
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Lv. 71 C3 Xilonen Lv. 71 R1 Peak Patrol Song |
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Max HP: 20,217 ATK: 1,395 DEF: 1,587 Elemental Mastery: 42 Crit Rate: 51.8% Crit DMG: 91.9% Energy Recharge: 135.0% |
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Lv. 90 C3 Xilonen Lv. 90 R1 Peak Patrol Song |
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Max HP: 20,370 ATK: 1,362 DEF: 3,282 Elemental Mastery: 105 Crit Rate: 26.0% Crit DMG: 91.9% Energy Recharge: 186.8% |
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Lv. 90 C3 Xilonen Lv. 90 R3 Peak Patrol Song |
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Max HP: 20,370 ATK: 1,362 DEF: 3,282 Elemental Mastery: 105 Crit Rate: 26.0% Crit DMG: 91.9% Energy Recharge: 186.8% |
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Dialogue[]
Quest DescriptionThe time you and Tlazolli agreed upon has almost arrived. You prepare to pay her a visit to check on the Blazegem Inscription's progress.
- (Approach the Children of Echoes)
- Paimon: Hmm, it's been several days now... wonder if Tlazolli has finished making the Blazegem Inscription!
- Paimon: Since Nechca's birthday is just around the corner, let's go to the tribe to buy some things, and then pay the family a visit!
- (Approach Xilonen)
- Avilix: Xilonen! Good thing you're here, I'm wondering if I can—
- Xilonen: The shelf on the left, second row down, first axe on the right... that one's yours. The garden hoe belongs to Iknal and the hammer is Pacal's, so make sure you take the one that's yours.
- Avilix: I haven't even said why I'm here... But looks like you're about to head out for a break?
- Xilonen: Yes, but I'm going to take it right here. The temperature's just perfect today.
- Avilix: Really? But doesn't it feel a lot hotter than usual? I really don't want to stay out in this heat.
- Xilonen: Exactly. In hot weather like this, customers don't tend to stick around and talk when they're coming to place orders or pick up the goods.
- Avilix: I see... Oh, here comes another customer. I'll just leave you to it then, and pick up my axe.
- Xilonen: Sure, sounds good to me.
- Paimon: Hey, Xilonen!
- Xilonen: (TravelerTraveler), Paimon, we meet again. You two seem to be in good spirits.
- (If the player has not completed step 12 of As the Sun Rises and Sets)
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- Xilonen: How's your Pilgrim's Chronicle been? Run into any issues?
No, everything is fine.- Xilonen: Good. It was also my first time receiving a Pilgrim's Chronicle. Even though I've already turned it over to you...
- (If the player has completed step 12 of As the Sun Rises and Sets)
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- Xilonen: How's your Ancient Name been? Run into any issues?
- No, everything is fine.
- Xilonen: Good. It was my first time working with the Lord of the Night to forge an Ancient Name, and you're not even from Natlan.
- Xilonen: There are still a lot of things that could go wrong, so I wasn't sure if there would be any issues.
- Paimon: Huh? So, uh... what are the chances that something might still go wrong?
- Xilonen: Less than the chances of Mualani accidentally falling off a Spiritway, I'd say.
- Paimon: Oh, well that definitely would never happen...
- Avilix: I've found the axe, Xilonen. Thanks a lot.
- Avilix: By the way, Nechca's birthday is coming up real soon. Are you planning to visit her?
- Xilonen: I've prepared a gift, and was just getting ready to take it to her.
- Avilix: *sigh* You're not planning on giving the kid a full set of pliers again, are you? Or lemme guess, woodworking tools?
- You'd give these kinds of things as... birthday gifts?
- Xilonen: That's right. Flowers will wither, toys will break, and snacks are quickly forgotten once they're eaten...
- Xilonen: But a set of durable work tools will always stay with you, and get you through many sticky situations.
- I'd like a set, too! Where can I buy one?
- Xilonen: I make these myself, and it's a lot of work. But if you'd like a set, I can make some time and forge one for you.
- Paimon: Great! We often camp out in the wild, but a set of Xilonen's tools would make pitching a tent and starting a bonfire a whole lot easier.
- Xilonen: Still, I won't be giving Nechca any tools this year. She wrote me a letter saying that she'd like a copy of "Tequil the Brave."
- Xilonen: The book is not what you'd call a bestseller, but luckily, I have a few copies in my collection. They were really old editions that were published a long time ago, but they should still be readable...
- Avilix: Haha, children her age love fairy tales. The last time I was at Tlazolli's, I even brought Nechca a—
- Avilix: Huh? Wait... what did I bring her again? It must have been her favorite thing, but... Uh... Why can't I remember it anymore?
- Xilonen: It is quite hot today, seems you're about to pass out from the heat. Do you even remember your own name?
- Avilix: My memory can't be this bad. It's just these last few days... *sigh* I've been forgetting things for some odd reason.
- Xilonen: In that case, why don't you use the Blazegem Inscription you have as a memo to engrave some important things to remember?
- Xilonen: After all, that Inscription will never wear out, and it's easy to carry... I'd say that's quite a fitting use for it.
- Avilix: Ahem... You do have a point, but... my Inscription is almost already full.
- Your name is that long?
- Did you include all your relatives' names too?
- Avilix: No, no. I engraved some wishes on my Blazegem Inscription.
- Avilix: You know, just some dreams that I have for the future and things I'd like to accomplish one day.
- Avilix: Even though Tlazolli has said that from an aesthetic point of view, it would be best for people to keep their Inscriptions short...
- Avilix: This Blazegem Inscription was still made by a Name Engraver, the forger of Ancient Names themselves.
- Avilix: Everyone thinks that the Inscriptions she made might have some... wondrous powers.
- Avilix: So, many people who bought Blazegem Inscriptions engraved their wishes and dreams on them in hopes that they would come true.
- Paimon: Sounds kinda like a Wish Granter...
- Paimon: But if you do that, won't everyone be able to see your wishes and dreams?
- I was just wondering the same thing...
- Yeah, that could be a little embarrassing...
- Avilix: Hahaha, don't worry. We usually ask Tlazolli to add the inscriptions for us. She has a unique method of engraving.
- Avilix: With her method, the light must be at a certain angle in order to see the text.
- Avilix: Without the right angle of lighting, the Blazegem Inscription will just look like a pretty stone.
- Xilonen: That's true. In the end, a Blazegem Inscription is essentially just a piece of rock. It doesn't have the power to grant people's wishes.
- Xilonen: Making wishes to it is like shouting into an echoing valley — the only one who'll answer is yourself.
- Xilonen: But... using it as a journal for your wishes is also fine. Carrying them with you and taking a look from time to time can be a good source of encouragement...
- Xilonen: As long as you don't suddenly change your mind and want to take your wishes back, that is. These things are extremely durable — it would take a lot of effort to change the words.
- Xilonen: And I don't think anyone would willingly part with it, either. They're not cheap, and very hard to get. If you ever lost it, you'd just be filled with regret.
- Xilonen: Still, it's really strange... given Auntie's skill, how could it take so long for her to make one? I hope someone didn't give her the idea of making fewer and selling for more.
- Ugh, I know just the person who would do that...
- Sounds just like one of Cheven's schemes...
- Avilix: Hahaha! It's true, Cheven could totally have put that in her ear. Still, I don't think it's a bad thing for Tlazolli to make some money by selling these.
- Avilix: At least she and little Nechca are better off now, and won't have to worry about the cost of treating her illness anymore.
- Avilix: I was really worried about their family at first, and was even planning to send them some... uh, send some...
- Avilix: Huh? What was I planning to send to Nechca again? Ugh, this memory of mine...
- Xilonen: Alright. If you stay out in the heat for any longer, I'm afraid even the Inscription won't be able to save your memory. You should go back and get some rest.
- Avilix: Right... Right. Please give my regards to Tlazolli and Nechca.
- Avilix: What's going on? Maybe I should go talk to Erinle to get some medicine...
- Paimon: So you'll be going to Nechca's birthday party, too, Xilonen? Ooh, perfect, then let's go together!
- Xilonen: Sure, but I didn't expect you to know Tlazolli, too. She hasn't even been coming to the tribe much lately, so how did you get a chance to talk with her?
- You explain your encounter with Tlazolli to Xilonen...
- Xilonen: So that's how you met her... She even wants to use Volcanic Crystal as a forging material... Guess she's really pulling out all the stops for her daughter.
- We also wanted to get a gift for Nechca.
- But we have no idea what she might like...
- Xilonen: Then let's just go and ask. Come on, I want to give her the book anyway.
- Paimon: Huh? Wait a second, aren't birthday gifts supposed to be a surprise?
- Paimon: If we ask Nechca, then she'll know what gift we'll be getting her, and that would ruin the surprise!
- Xilonen: But if you don't ask her, then how will you know what kind of present she would like?
- Xilonen: Here's another idea. Perhaps you can also give her a storybook based on what she wrote in her letter. That might be a good option.
- Easy enough, I have loads of those in my bag.
- Paimon: But shouldn't we give it a little more thought? If we all give her books, it might seem like we didn't put much effort into it.
- Paimon: Xilonen, have you really never asked her what she would like the most? There must be something else she'd like besides books.
- Xilonen: Unfortunately, no. Nechca's illness has kept flaring up over the past few years. Apparently, she couldn't do anything during that time other than rest in her bed. She didn't even have the strength to talk to anyone.
- Xilonen: It wasn't until recently that she started to recover from her illness and regained the strength to write letters to others.
- Xilonen: Anyway, there's no need to overthink it. Worst case scenario, I can split the book into two volumes and we can each give her one.
- Great idea!
- Paimon: No, that's terrible! That would really look like we didn't try!
- Paimon: Let's just go ask Nechca. Even though it would ruin the surprise, we could at least get her something that would make her happy.
- Let's just go and ask Nechca.
- Paimon: Yeah, even though it would ruin the surprise, we could at least get her something that would make her happy.
- Paimon: Anyway, could you tell us a bit more about the book that you're getting her? Is it really that unpopular?
- Xilonen: It's a little difficult to explain. You see, there are actually two versions of "Tequil the Brave."
- Xilonen: The premise of the book is pretty straightforward. It's basically about a set of twin brothers working to defeat a demon lord.
- Xilonen: But after defeating the demon lord, the older brother Tequil discovers that king's spirit has possessed his younger brother, Rimac.
- Xilonen: In the ending of the original story, the older brother kills his younger brother to defeat the demon lord, before himself jumping into a volcano.
- (Open Somewhat Aged Copy of "Tequil the Brave")
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- Somewhat Aged Copy of "Tequil the Brave"
This tale comes from the desolate, distant past. In those days, the mountains' teeth were still bared like blades against man and beast, thirsting for the souls of the feeble-minded, human and nonhuman alike.
People knew that the god of the mountains loved them not, and was to be given a wide berth. Yet they were forced to seek shelter in caverns from the storms screaming through the wilds, all to pass one long night after the next. But these caverns, like the mountains, extracted payment from these vagrants. Countless were the tribes who lost kin to the wastes through which they stumbled blind.
Valiant Tequil and his kindhearted brother Rimac were born to one such tribe.
At the hour of their birth, a long, troubling night reigned inside and outside the caves, and though the campfires around which the tribespeople sat flickered, none were comforted by their light.
The people thought:
"This fire shall soon go out, and once it does, we too shall be finished!"
"How long will this night last? I'm cold... and hungry too..."
"Let's hurry things up then! Quickly, let me walk into the night! Better that than this torment."
"Oh, you poor children... You poor, poor children..."
Yet Tequil and Rimac did not announce themselves with sorrowful cries as other children did.
Instead, Tequil stared into the cavern depths. The minions of the cavern did their best to frighten him, but his gaze swept over them, keen as a sharp stone spur.
"He has seen us, our sharp claws and long teeth, but he is not afraid!"
The wicked creatures whispered amongst themselves anxiously, and involuntarily retracted said appendages.
Rimac for his part waved his hands and laughed, and his laughter was like pebbles tumbling in a stream, drawing the eyes of all the distressed tribespeople to his face. Only then did they notice that though the flame wavered, it had never ceased to burn, and with another wave of his hands, Rimac patted the firewood next to him.
"Feed the flame! Feed the flame!"
The elderly chief, thus reminded by the newborn boy, shouted his words aloud, repelling the fear that had been about to swallow the tribe whole.
People stood and fueled the fire, and they drew their obsidian blades, casting their eyes into the cavern depths just as Tequil had.
The beasts of the cavern were filled with rage and hate, but they knew that these people would not loosen their grip on their weapons, nor would their eyes be shut. Terror had already fled, and so death was forced to retreat.
Only when the sun rose again did the brothers close their eyes, falling asleep in their mother's bosom.
Thus did the tribespeople depart the cave, having lived another day. These people, who had rejected fear, would live countless days more.
Yet the defeat of her evil underlings caught the eye of their master, Coatlicue.
For this lord of demons, who claimed to be the mother of the underworld and mistress of ten thousand times ten thousand caves, whose fangs were the rocky stalactites, whose tongue was every blast of wet, frigid wind, and who upon awakening could only be satiated by devouring ten thousand living souls — Tequil and Rimac were the first humans to slip her grasp.
Shamefaced, this earth mother waved her hand, lashing the evil beasts cowering to the side with rock.
"Go! Go! Redeem your humiliating failure! Capture those dimwitted mortals and fill my stomach!"
But having seen their fears vanquished, the people remembered well the methods of scattering those terrors time after time.
They settled at the foot of the mountains, sharpened wooden stakes, lit fires, and gave the sharpest blades to their best warriors, with which they would stand guard behind the stakes. Their bright eyes pierced the wilderness beyond the firelight, and did not shift their gazes away for even a moment.
By blade and fire did Coatlicue's minions taste defeat time after time, until they could do nothing but huddle in the dark, daring not to draw near the flame.
The fires in the hearts of the people ignited, and they began to speak of victory, of light, and of the end of the viper — they believed in Tequil and Rimac. These two brothers could surely keep the heat and light alive.
Tequil and Rimac thought the same, and so they sharpened their spears and blades, preparing to drive the demon lord of that evil serpent to her doom.
But the earth mother, who hated this tribe, did not relent.
She took sludge from the deepest parts of the cave and pinched it into a snake. Then, she plucked out her eye, setting it into the serpent's eye socket.
"It was that child who caused you to witness the fire, and so, let me go and swallow his eyes."
One evening, when the sun had just set, night's veil was slowly covering the sky, and the stars had yet to begin granting their light, the serpent bit and slew a rabbit beyond the tribe's bounds, and burrowed into its skin, lying flat on the ground.
Rimac, returning from gathering herbs, came upon this rabbit, and seeing its wound, the kind child put his torch down without hesitation, and reaching for his herbs, he chewed on them, preparing to apply them to the rabbit. But the snake, speaking for the earth mother, leaped from the wound, hissing laughter:
"Hahaha, ignorant, foolish human! Sacrificing yourself for a lowly rabbit!"
Before Rimac could retrieve his torch, the earth mother's serpent latched its fangs first onto his neck, then, burrowing into his body, captured his heart and soul both.
The defenseless sentries were the next to be murdered by the earth mother, for they greeted Rimac just as they always did when he returned from gathering herbs, only to be pierced through the heart by the serpent, dying on the spot. The entire tribe's fires were put out, and amidst the shroud of darkness, death and terror were resurgent.
The earth mother spat the snake out, and through poisoned fangs she cried out:
"Behold! Behold, you arrogant fools, and kneel as you should in the dust!"
But the sound of a rock being struck cut her off, for Tequil, who had been sharpening his obsidian blade, used it to create sparks that set his tent alight.
He raised his blade and charged forward, letting fly his blade at the earth mother's messenger. The blazing edge cleaved the poisoned serpent molded from soil with ease, but as Tequil was about to follow through, he saw his brother's eyes and the blood staining his brother's hands.
That instant was all the time the wounded viper needed to escape. Yet nigh fully charred it was still, and the earth mother's eye reduced almost to ashes.
This tribe was destroyed, and never again was there a chance it would dare defy her.
Thus did the earth mother comfort herself as she retreated into the darkness.
How Tequil wished to call out Rimac's name! But the burning dust caught in his throat, and so he could only watch as his brother vanished into the night.
When the night at last passed, Tequil, who stood amidst the ruins, knew that the surviving tribespeople could no longer stay. Burying his confusion and pain deep in his heart, he led them on a new journey.
They crossed mountains and canyons, dodging fearsome beasts and poisonous insects. Tequil did not close his eyes for so long as they journeyed, nor did he dare to loosen his grip on blade or torch.
Finally, by a silent volcano, they found a tribe willing to take them in.
Only after he saw the last of his tribe peacefully fall into slumber under the old shaman's care did he relax and collapse to the earth.
When he awoke, he found himself in a blazing cave. The lava that surrounded him undulated with an erratic pulse, as if the very mountain was slowly breathing. When he stood up, the lava boiled and bubbled, and a rumbling came from all directions:
"Do not search for your brother. His eyes have been devoured by a cunning serpent."
"But I must save him, and pursue that venomous snake also!"
His words echoed through the cave, but the Goddess of Mountains and Fire was silent.
Tequil thus prayed unto her:
"Let my brother's name live on. I am willing to sacrifice my heart and blood in return."
The goddess answered him in the echoing cave.
Thus said she:
"Your prayer have I heard, but your brother is no longer your kin. His name has sunken into the deepest of depths."
Tequil raised his head and lifted up his wish to the goddess:
"Turn my blood to fire, so my heart may illuminate the depths. I will bring my brother back before my blood runs dry."
"Turn my blood to fire, until my soul may sear and slay that serpent. I will take its head before my blood runs dry."
When Tequil awoke once again, the old shaman of the tribe gave him a brand-new sword, food, and water.
Finally, the shaman clasped his shoulders and blessed him:
"May your fire dry the venomous snake's venom."
Thus did Tequil embark on another journey. His strength was endless, his body tireless, and his blood burned like lava. He crossed grassy fields and snowy peaks, deep valleys and high mountains, and the Goddess of Mountains and Fire showed him the way with falling rocks and the cracks in cliffs. Thus did Tequil stride forward without hesitation.
When he met his brother again, the earth mother mocked him once more using Rimac's body and voice, but when her claws pierced Tequil's chest, he moved not, and instead her bones were melted by his burning blood.
Tequil stared the vicious demon lord down, and said in a loud voice:
"My brother is gentle of heart. He would surely have made this land a better place."
"Yet you have affronted him with your poison, smothered his virtue, slaughtered those who had faith in his virtue!"
"Die, you despicable, venomous insect! Die here!"
As he roared, Tequil's blood stained his obsidian blade, turning it red-hot in an instant. The earth mother watched in terror as her shell, bones, and soul were sundered. She wished to scream, to buy but a moment in which she could unleash her claws and tear Tequil to ribbons.
But she could make no sound, for in the fire's light, the silent soul to whom this body once belonged awakened. And that soul cried out to his brother:
"I do not wish to see your blood be reduced to ash, but I have seen the light of your heart and spirit. Remember my name, brother. As long as you remember me, I will never have left."
The blazing flames swept over every corner in that gloomy, frigid cavern, and every last poisonous insect within was slain, burned to ash alongside every plot and scheme, so heinous and vile.
As the last drop of his blood was about to burn away, the roof of the cave above Tequil's head trembled. A fissure opened, and a gem fell down and stopped up his wound.
The Goddess of Mountains and Fire spoke once more, and her voice echoed across the walls:
"You yet have one drop of blood. Return to your tribe, for this is your brother's wish, and I will see it fulfilled."
One night, the old shaman who had waited day after day beyond the tribe's bounds stood to welcome the returning Tequil.
But Tequil refused the water, the food, and the cheers. Instead, he simply said:
"The venomous snake is slain, and I am victorious. But I shall soon depart along with my brother."
He took the gem from his chest, placed it upon a torch, and walked up to the silent volcano.
"I have but one drop of blood left, but it was not left for me, but rather, for justice and fairness, for the good and the brave."
"Use it, and light a fire — a flame that shall never be extinguished."
Having said that, valiant Tequil leaped into the dead volcano. The earth was shaken by his heart and blood, and the volcano's own heart resumed beating, the blazing lava once more beginning to flow.
The volcano lives — as does the bravery of all the tribes.
- Somewhat Aged Copy of "Tequil the Brave"
- Xilonen: I remember there was one line that was super popular at the time. If I still remember right, after being possessed by the Goddess Coatlicue, Rimac said...
- Xilonen: "I do not wish to see your blood be reduced to ash, but I have seen the light of your heart and spirit. Remember my name, brother. As long as you remember me, I will never have left."
- So what about the other version of the story?
- Xilonen: The other version was released only recently. The author heard a suggestion from someone and suddenly decided to try and make a stake in the fairy tale market, so the story was revised...
- Xilonen: In the revised version, the brothers killed the demon lord together and both survived. According to the author, this gave the story a happy-ever-after kind of ending.
- Xilonen: However, the revised version was not well-received... After a month on the market, it had hardly sold any copies, and the books were collecting dust on the store shelves.
- Xilonen: The store owners desperately tried to get rid of the book, and have resorted to all sorts of promotions and discounts to sell it.
- Xilonen: Even now, the only edition of Tequil the Brave you can find on the market is the newer one, whereas the older edition is nearly impossible to find.
- Xilonen: Anyway, I couldn't bring myself to give such a poorly-rated book to Nechca... So I spent a few days looking, and managed to find a few copies of the old edition in a warehouse.
- Xilonen: I picked out a copy that looked relatively new ,and [sic] wrapped it up as a present for Nechca.
- Xilonen: If you're interested, I can give you this extra copy to read. The pages are pretty old, though, so please be gentle with it.
- Xilonen: Oh, and here's a copy of the newer edition, too. They gave me a free copy when I went to buy some Xocoatl.
- Paimon: So that's how they're trying to sell off the book... could it really be that bad? Even Paimon's curious now.
- That's two more for the collection.
- You can read them to me while we're on the road, Paimon.
- Paimon: Okay, but you'll have to carry Paimon for a while. Once Paimon's done reading it herself, she'll read it out for you.
- Xilonen: Let's get going. Tlazolli lives pretty far from the tribe, so it'll take us some time to get there.
- (Obtain Somewhat Aged Copy of "Tequil the Brave" and Spanking New Copy of "Tequil the Brave")
- (Approach Tlazolli's house)
- Tlazolli: Go on now, Iengu. Nechca is still resting.
- Iengu: *whine*
- Paimon: Hey Tlazolli, we're here!
- Tlazolli: Oh? What a surprise! And even Xilonen is here, too...
- We came to visit Nechca.
- Xilonen: It's been a while since I've seen you last, Aunt Tlazolli.
- Xilonen: I received Nechca's letter. She wanted a copy of Tequil the Brave, right? I've brought the book for her.
- Xilonen: There are several editions of the book in Natlan, and I wasn't sure which version she'd prefer.
- Xilonen: I asked a messenger from the Scions of the Canopy. It seems this softcover edition is one of the most popular options, so I bought it for Nechca.
- Tlazolli: Heh, you haven't changed a bit, Xilonen.
- Tlazolli: Let's go inside. I was just boiling some Xocoatl, so you can all try some.
- Tlazolli: Xilonen used to love drinking Xocoatl. When she was little, she would always have several cups every time she came to visit me.
- Tlazolli: You were already a big girl by the time I finally had my Nechca. Alright, for now, let's—
- Tlazolli: Oof...!
- Xilonen: Auntie...? Let's go inside.
- Xilonen: (TravelerTraveler), please help me get her into the house.
- Sure thing!
- Paimon: Oh, Paimon will help, too!
- Paimon: Be good, Iengu, and don't get in the way!
- Iengu: *whine*!
- Xilonen: Alright, let's get indoors. Watch your step now, Auntie.
- (Enter Tlazolli's house)
- Tlazolli: Sorry, Nechca's illness has been flaring up recently, so I was up for a few nights.
- Tlazolli: I suddenly started to feel dizzy in the sun... I hope I didn't scare you.
- Tlazolli: Have a seat. I'll fetch you a few cups of Xocoatl. Please wait a moment...
- Xilonen: I've already brought them over. This cup's for you, Aunt Tlazolli. And these are for you two.
- Paimon: Xocoatl... What does it taste like? Paimon's heard that it can be pretty bitter... (TravelerTraveler), could you give it a try first?
- Xilonen: Don't worry, Auntie always adds lots of sugar. It won't be bitter.
- Tlazolli: The last time you came to visit, you were still just a kid. But now you're a pillar of the Children of Echoes... No, of all Natlan even!
- Xilonen: It's all thanks to the drinks I had here, and the books I happened to read.
- You've been close for quite some time, then?
- Paimon: We heard that you two are from the same tribe... but Paimon had no idea you were so close.
- Xilonen: When I was little, my parents were always talking about how skilled Aunt Tlazolli was at forging Ancient Names, and how she was such a good role model for all the rest of us...
- Xilonen: The moment I became idle at home, they would toss me into Auntie's workshop to watch and learn...
- Tlazolli: Then your parents would go back, I would boil you a pot of Xocoatl, and let you play in the house.[Note 1]
- Xilonen: Yeah. Then I would drink, and listen to you banging away with your tools in the workshop.
- Xilonen: But eventually, she moved out of the tribe to find some more space for her workshop,[Note 2] and I didn't have the chance to visit again after that.
- Paimon: But why did you seem so familiar with the place when you went to the kitchen for the drinks just now?
- Xilonen: Because the layout of this place is identical to her old house.
- Xilonen: Let me see... Ah, that should be Nechca's bedroom, then?
- Tlazolli: That's right. Hehe, I remember you used to hunker down in the room to read and draw...
- Tlazolli: But you're all grown up now... Even if you wanted to live here, I'm afraid you've already outgrown Nechca's bed.
- You two seem like family.
- Xilonen seems just like an older sister to Nechca.
- Tlazolli: That's how Nechca sees Xilonen, too. Whenever she's feeling better, she always asks me when her penpal sister would be coming to visit.
- Xilonen: Well, I'm here now, and even brought a gift as an apology. I'll leave the book here.
- Tlazolli: You said Nechca asked you for the book? I hope it wasn't too much trouble to get... Really, I'm surprised that she even asked you for a present. When she's at home, she'd even ask me for permission to eat some snacks.
- Tlazolli: *sigh* Maybe I've been too strict with her. She's obviously starting to like her big sister more than her own mother!
- Xilonen: Really? Well, I'd say I really haven't done enough to deserve the title of big sister.
- Xilonen: I wasn't able to help her when she was sick, and I didn't even come and properly visit her that many times. The only thing I've been able to do is to help her find some books.
- Tlazolli: Don't be too hard on yourself, Xilonen. You have great responsibilities as the Name Engraver of the tribe. We both know you are far too busy to take care of her.
- Tlazolli: The responsibilities on your shoulders also became far heavier when I... gave up on my work.
- Xilonen: You just had more important things to tend to, Auntie... No one in the tribe blames you. We all know that Nechca needs her mother's care.
- Tlazolli: But that doesn't change the fact that I gave up on my work. And... even now, I still have not found the courage to pick up my hammer again.
- Tlazolli: I'm sorry to leave you to shoulder all the responsibilities alone, Xilonen.
- Xilonen: ...
- Paimon: Whoa, why so somber all of a sudden... Uh, don't be so sad, everyone! Hasn't Nechca gotten better lately?
- Xilonen: Relax, Auntie. I can handle the work. But once Nechca is back on her feet, you should get back to work and let me have a vacation.
- Xilonen: You'll be the one who's busy then, and I'll be sitting at the side drinking Xocoatl and cheering you on.
- Tlazolli: Heh, if that day really comes, you can have as much Xocoatl as you like.
- So how did Nechca get so sick?
- Is her condition really that serious?
- Tlazolli: Hehe... If you asked me before, I wouldn't have even been able to talk about it.
- Tlazolli: But now that she's gradually recovering... I've also gained some courage to face what happened back then.
- Tlazolli: Nechca's illness actually originates from the Abyss.
- Tlazolli: That night, I was in the tribe, having a discussion over the forging of new Ancient Names.
- Tlazolli: Before we could finish our discussion, the alarm started to ring outside. A horde of monsters from the Abyss suddenly attacked the tribe, so everyone banded together to fight them off.
- Tlazolli: I joined the fray as well, and it wasn't until the monsters were repelled that I got back home with some guards from the tribe... But Nechca was gone.
- Tlazolli: I can't remember how long I spent searching for her... Maybe for two or three days... In the end, we found Nechca at the bottom of a short cliff.
- Tlazolli: She was holding a dried-up Embercore Flower in her hand, and there were traces of Abyssal corruption around her wounds.
- Tlazolli: I know... it was all my fault. Before the incident, Nechca had asked if I could forge an Ancient Name for her.
- Tlazolli: Work was busy at the time, so I told her that if she could find an Embercore Flower, I would use it as material to forge her an Ancient Name.
- Tlazolli: Oh Nechca, my daughter... My Nechca... I was holding her in my arms, but no matter how many times I called her name, she wouldn't open her eyes and look at me...
- Tlazolli: I was the one who decided to move my workshop to the outskirts of our tribe for work... and I was the one who left her home alone.
- Tlazolli: Oh... *sobs* My daughter, my Nechca... Why do you have to suffer like this? *sobbing*
- Paimon: Whoa...! Hey, hey... It's okay, right? Nechca's getting better!
- Paimon: She already has the strength to write letters now, doesn't she? We... Uh well, Xilonen has even brought her a gift!
- Please drink some water first.
- Things will get better.
- Tlazolli: Sorry, I just can't control myself whenever I remember that time.
- Tlazolli: Phew, alright... it's not every day that we get guests. I really shouldn't be crying like this.
- Tlazolli: I asked someone to buy some ingredients for me, so why don't you stay for dinner tonight? I'll make some Shrimp Bisque, Grilled Fish in Mint Sauce, and Tower Tacos.
- Paimon: We'll help! That sounds like a lot to make, and we don't want you to tire yourself out.
- Let me flex my cooking skills.
- Enough talk, let's start with a fried egg!
- Paimon: Huh? She mentioned all those delicious dishes, and you're just going to make a fried egg!?
- Tlazolli: Hahaha! Thank you both. But don't worry, it's just a few dishes. I'll be fine.
- Tlazolli: You three just need to make sure everything gets eaten up. I can't eat a lot these days.[Note 3]
- Paimon: Oh, we haven't had anything to eat yet, so don't worry! We'll make sure there are no leftovers!
- I promise the plates will be picked clean!
- I can eat an entire fish myself.
- Tlazolli: Ah, it just occurred to me that Xilonen likes to eat Cheesy Crab Hotpot. Why don't I make that instead of the Grilled Fish in Mint Sauce? I remember you don't like picking out fish bones.
- Xilonen: Both are fine with me. I've learned to just chew up the fish bones now.
- Tlazolli: Oh, c'mon now. If you don't want to pick out the bones, I can just take them out for you...
- Tlazolli: Anyway... for dessert, would you like a Cup O' Grainfruit or Chocolate?
- Paimon: Cup O' Grainfruit!
- Chocolate!
- Xilonen: How about a Cup O' Grainfruit mixed with Chocolate?
- Tlazolli: Okay, got it. I'll go start cooking, but could you do me a favor in the meantime?
- Tlazolli: I ordered a bunch of ingredients, and they should be here any minute now. Would you go check by the door and see if they were already here? If so, please bring them in.
- Tlazolli: C'mon Xilonen, stop lying around. You shouldn't nap before dinner, it'll ruin your appetite.
- Xilonen: Hey! I'm not a kid anymore, you know. You don't have to worry about my appetite.
- Tlazolli: That's beside the point. If you don't watch out for your health while you're still young, then when you get older, you'll—
- Xilonen: Alright, alright... I'm getting up!
- Paimon: We'll go check on the ingredients with Xilonen. It isn't far, so it shouldn't take us long.
- Tlazolli: *sigh* That kid...
- (Talk to Tlazolli, optional)
- Tlazolli: That kid... She's just like Nechca.
- (Approach the marked location)
- Paimon: Hmm, no one's come to deliver the ingredients yet... Paimon thought we'd see someone come flying down on a Yumkasaur as soon as we came out.
- Xilonen: A messenger from the Scions of the Canopy wouldn't be flying here. They usually come climbing down the cliffs nearby.
- Xilonen: No need to look, there isn't anyone on the cliffs.
- So should we keep walking?
- Maybe the delivery person got lost?
- Tlapal: I—I just saw a ghost! *panting*
- Tlapal: Hey, you there! Sorry, but does Tlazolli live around here?
- Paimon: Oh, are you the one who's supposed to deliver the ingredients?
- I don't see any ingredients...
- Tlapal: Ingredients? Are you kidding? I was nearly eaten myself!
- Tlapal: Ugh, never mind that now. Those monsters are still hot on my heels! Please, you've gotta help me!
- Paimon: Xilonen, we... Huh? Where'd she go?
- Paimon: Whoa! She's already gone up to fight the monsters! Let's go help her out!
- (Talk to Tlapal, optional)
- Tlapal: Seriously! Since when have there been so many monsters here?
- (After defeating the enemies)
- Xilonen: Alright... That should be it for the monsters. Was easier than I thought.
- Xilonen: It also seems we're in luck — the goods weren't damaged either.[Note 4]
- Paimon: Strange... we didn't see any monsters on the way here.
- You must have terrible luck.
- You didn't provoke them, did you?
- Tlapal: Yeah right! I use this road to deliver goods all the time, and I've never been attacked like this before.
- Tlapal: It's the main road in and out of the tribe, so people often come here to clear out any monsters. This area's usually very safe.
- Tlapal: I don't know what happened, but it seems like all the monsters around here have gone berserk. Even the docile Tepetlisaurs are in a frenzy!
- Tlapal: *sigh* Tlazolli doesn't even forge Ancient Names anymore, so why can't she just move back to the tribe?
- Tlapal: If she comes back, Nechca will even be able to find some playmates. She's so young, and hasn't even—
- Tlapal: Uh... Nechca's playmates... No, wait. I feel like my kids have played with her before. They've even told me about Nechca's favorite game... If I remember right, it was...
- Tlapal: Strange, I always remembered it before... How could I forget all of a sudden...?
- Paimon: Look at that! He has a Blazegem Inscription, too.
- So luck shouldn't be the problem.
- Seems there's quite a market for those Inscriptions...
- Xilonen: You should go back to the tribe — it seems like you had quite the scare today. We'll take the ingredients back for you.
- Xilonen: I'll carry these bags, you two can carry the rest.
- Sure thing.
- Paimon can help, too.
- Paimon: Huh? Oh, sure... Uh, Paimon can take care of these Grainfruit that fell out of the bag!
- Tlapal: If you say so! Thank you so much. I guess today's just a really bad day for me to go outside...
- Xilonen: ...
- Paimon: That's so weird... Why is everyone we've run into today having trouble remembering stuff?
- And they're all carrying Blazegem Inscriptions.
- Paimon: Paimon's not sure how to say it... but she's got a strange feeling about this. Like it's all somehow related...
- Xilonen: Once you live long enough, you'll eventually start experiencing strange days like this.
- Xilonen: Let's bring the ingredients back to Tlazolli.[Note 5] Otherwise, we won't have anything to eat tonight.
- (Talk to Tlazolli)
- Tlazolli: Ah, you're finally back. What took you so long? I was starting to worry.
- Xilonen: We ran into some small problems, but everything's fine now.
- Tlazolli: Alright, as long as everything's okay now. You all have a seat, I'll get the food ready. It won't take long.
- Tlazolli gets to work on the food. After cooking for some time, delicious dishes are set on the table one after another...
- Paimon: Whoa, there's so much tasty food! You're amazing, Tlazolli!
- Tlazolli: They were all pretty simple dishes to make. Don't be shy. Dig in, everyone!
- What would you like to start with, Paimon?
- Paimon: Hehe, Paimon will help herself! Hmm, Paimon will have some of this, and this... oh, and this!
- No flying on the table, Paimon.
- Paimon: But Paimon can't reach that dish... Could you give Paimon some? C'mon, c'mon!
- Xilonen: Can I get another serving, please?
- Paimon: Y—You're done already!? Do you even chew when you're eating!?
- Xilonen: Of course. Didn't I say that I chew up the fish bones?
- Xilonen: I'll have just one more fish, and leave the rest for Nechca.
- Tlazolli: It's okay, just go ahead and eat all you'd like. Nechca can't eat these dishes anyway.
- Tlazolli: Her body is too weak to digest these kinds of things. I'll just make some broth for her.
- Paimon: Oh no... But, Paimon thought she had already recovered from her illness.
- Tlazolli: Injuries caused by the Abyss cannot be undone. The doctor said the fact that she's stable is already quite a miracle.
- Tlazolli: But it's okay! Nechca can talk to me now, and can even hold my hand... That's more than I could ask for.
- Tlazolli: ...Even if she will never again know that I am her mother.
- Paimon: Wh—What do you mean?
- Tlazolli: The doctor said the Abyss has had an irreversible effect on Nechca's soul. She... She's lost all her memories from before she was injured.
- Tlazolli: The doctor also said that this sort of memory loss isn't like simply forgetting something. Rather, she can no longer remember anything from before that fateful day.
- Paimon: Huh? But, how does that happen?
- Tlazolli: You know about the woven scrolls that the Masters of the Night-Wind use to record things, right?
- Tlazolli: Well, generally speaking, forgetting things is like when the woven scrolls would gradually start to fade. As long as you re-paint and weave the threads again, the faded memories will come back to life.
- Tlazolli: But the case of Nechca's memory loss is as if her woven scroll had been cut in two, and the portion from the past was burned to ashes.
- Tlazolli: The books she loved to read, the flowers she took joy to grow... and the time she spent in this house were all cut off by the Abyss, and can never be retrieved again.
- Tlazolli: As one example of that, Nechca now only sees me as... a strange, unfamiliar Auntie who claims to be her mother.
- Tlazolli: She's a good kid, and doesn't want to upset this lady who's been taking care of her so much, so she still calls me "Mom."
- Tlazolli: But I've always had a feeling that she's constantly wondering about things like... Where is her real mother? Why is she stuck here in this house? Was she abandoned?
- Tlazolli: Nechca really has no idea that her real mother is right in front of her, and has never left...
- Xilonen: So, you plan on recreating Nechca's woven scroll all by yourself?
- Paimon: What do you mean?
- Xilonen: Or should I say, you've already started reweaving that scroll long ago?
- A Blazegem Inscription...
- Whose is it?
- Xilonen: The delivery guy's. I saw it hanging from his waist, so I asked to borrow it from him.
- Tlazolli: ...
- Xilonen: Don't worry. I'll return the Inscription to him once we've figured everything out. These things aren't cheap, after all.
- Tlazolli: When did you know?
- Xilonen: I noticed it back when Blazegem Inscriptions suddenly became popular among the tribe.
- Xilonen: It was then that I also noticed that everyone wearing Blazegem Inscriptions had varying degrees of memory loss.
- Xilonen: (TravelerTraveler), you've picked up on it too, haven't you?
- Everyone's memory loss...
- Had something to do with Nechca.
- Xilonen: "Accessories made using Ancient Name forging techniques"... For what's only supposed to be a pretty souvenir, this Inscription contains a Phlogiston Engraving with a truly overkill level of complexity.
- Xilonen: The shape and patterns of these engravings are also identical to that of an Ancient Name.
- Xilonen: By making just a few slight adjustments to the layout and connections of the main pattern, you can pretty much qualify this Blazegem Inscription as a bona fide Ancient Name.
- Xilonen: ...And yet, you've never told anyone about these engravings in the Blazegem Inscriptions that can be activated at any time.
- Xilonen: Am I right, Auntie Tlazolli?
- Tlazolli: ...I always knew you were a sharp one, Xilonen.[Note 6]
- Tlazolli: That's right. I have a way to cure Nechca and restore all her memories. It's actually quite simple.
- Tlazolli: I want to forge an Ancient Name for Nechca that contains all of her past memories.
- You're going to... make an Ancient Name for Nechca?
- But Ancient Names must be approved by the Wayob...
- Xilonen: And the reason they must be approved by the Wayob is because the memories they bear are all stored within the Ley Lines.
- Xilonen: Extracting those memories from the Ley Lines requires the Wayob's assistance.
- Xilonen: But your plan wouldn't need you to do any of that, right, Aunt Tlazolli?
- Xilonen: Your Blazegem Inscriptions will help you complete that part of your plan in the Ley Lines' place. You will use the Inscriptions to form a massive memory bank for Nechca.
- Xilonen: And the Ancient Name you're trying to forge will be used to extract corresponding memories from the memory bank.
- Paimon: A memory bank? Wait, so the reason all those people were having trouble remembering stuff is because... the Blazegem Inscriptions took away any memories related to Nechca?
- Even though Nechca has forgotten her own past...
- Her life was still witnessed by other people...
- Xilonen: Using other people's memories of Nechca to reconstruct her past... This is the first time I've heard of such an idea.
- Tlazolli: You've seen through my plans, Xilonen. You're as outstanding as ever... far more brilliant than me.
- Tlazolli: I intend to use this method to collate all the memories related to Nechca, and allow her to regain her past again.
- Paimon: B–But, wouldn't extracting memories like that hurt the person carrying the Blazegem Inscription?
- Tlazolli: Not at all. Every time a Blazegem Inscription extracts memories, the process is under my precise control. That way, there's no chance of anyone in the tribe getting hurt.
- Tlazolli: This is the Central Inscription that controls all the other Blazegem Inscriptions...
- Tlazolli: ...Which will also soon serve as Nechca's Ancient Name.
- Paimon: You made all this yourself, Tlazolli?
- Even though it's not an official Ancient Name...
- That's still a lot to do on your own...
- Tlazolli: Yes, it was lots and lots of work... it was truly exhausting. Or perhaps... I've just grown old.
- Tlazolli: You saw it yourself, I nearly fainted just from being in the sun.
- Tlazolli: I could collapse tomorrow... or even in the next few moments, but Nechca's Ancient Name is still far from completion.
- Tlazolli: I've solved the issue of storing memories, but I still don't know how to connect Nechca up to this Central Inscription.
- Xilonen: I thought you'd just modify your own Ancient Name.
- Tlazolli: I considered it, but this matter doesn't have anything to do with my Ancient Name.
- Tlazolli: It's of no help to me, and I don't need its help now.
- Xilonen: You know the price to pay for making something like this.
- Tlazolli: Yes, I do. But as long as I can get my Nechca back, I'm willing to do whatever it takes.
- Tlazolli: Otherwise, Nechca won't have any chance of reclaiming her past once I'm dead and gone.
- Tlazolli: She won't remember me, and she won't even remember why her name is Nechca.
- Tlazolli: When that time comes, she would be left to drift around the world all alone... unknowing of where she came from, or where she should go.
- Tlazolli: She is my daughter, the one to whom I gave the Nechca name... Whether it be as her mother or as a Name Engraver, I can't simply stand by and let her name disappear.
- Paimon: Xilonen...
- Shh, let her think about this for a moment.
- Let her decide what to do.
- Xilonen: I'll take this Central Inscription with me.
- Xilonen: I'm going to completely disassemble it to confirm its components and uses.
- Xilonen: I won't make any promises until I've checked everything.
- Xilonen: Say goodnight to Nechca for me, Auntie.
- Tlazolli: Oh... wait! I've also finished the Inscriptions for the (TravelerTraveler) and Paimon. Let me fetch them for you.
- Tlazolli: I'm sorry it took me so long to finish them...
- Xilonen: Hold on, Auntie.
- Xilonen: The (TravelerTraveler) and Paimon have never met Nechca before, so you can't draw any memories from them.
- Tlazolli: That wasn't my intention... They're just ordinary gifts. Please, take them...
- Paimon: Huh? What was that noise?
- Tlazolli: Nechca must have woken up and wants to get out of bed on her own... Sorry, I'll go check on her first.
- Tlazolli: Nechca! Don't try to get out of bed, just tell Mom if you need anything!
- Xilonen: You go ahead and take care of Nechca, Auntie.
- Xilonen: Let's go, (TravelerTraveler) and Paimon. There are a few things I want to tell you.
Unsorted Dialogue[]
- Tlazolli: Hello again! Back for more tea? I can put on another pot.
- About "Blazegem Inscriptions"...
- Tlazolli: Oh? You'd like to know about their... technical details?
- Tlazolli: As you're friends of Xilonen, I'm willing to share that information with you, yes... Let me pick something simple to start with.
- Tlazolli: They... Are actually accidental byproducts from my first time forging an Ancient Name.
- Tlazolli: Then, I accidentally made a mistake with the Phlogiston Engraving of an Ancient Name, creating some kind of "deviation" in the functionality of the Ancient Name.
- Tlazolli: It could not guide the "memories" and "emotions" that people feel, but rather it could take certain "memories" within itself.
- Tlazolli: At first, I thought it was utterly useless, so I tossed it in with the other defective products. But after Nechca fell ill, I suddenly thought of this "defective" Ancient Name... which is now known as a "Blazegem Inscription."
- Tlazolli: ...Nechca lost her memories of the "past." But that past was clearly real... and there are many witnesses to those events.
- Tlazolli: I can use that Blazegem Inscription to extract memories related to Nechca from the witnesses.
- Tlazolli: And then, by gathering all those memories together, create an entire "memory bank" about Nechca's past for her.
- Tlazolli: That way... My little Nechca can come home. She'll remember... that Mama will always be by her side.
- About your health...
- Tlazolli: I do apologize for making you worry, but... It's just as I said. I could collapse at any moment.
- Tlazolli: In order to forge "Ancient Names," I have paid a high price... Or perhaps I should say, I have given everything I can give, even my little Nechca.
- Tlazolli: I'm not bitter towards anyone, nor do I expect anything in return... Right now, all I want is to help Nechca get better.
- Tlazolli: And for that, I will offer everything I have and am.
- See you later.
- Tlazolli: Goodbye. The roads outside are tough going, so please be careful.
Notes[]
- ↑ Actual voice-over: "Then I would have your parents go back, boil you a pot of Xocoatl, and let you play in the house."
- ↑ "For her workshop" missing in voice-over.
- ↑ Actual voice-over: "I can't eat a lot at this age."
- ↑ Actual voice-over: "[...] we're in good luck [...]"
- ↑ "to Tlazolli" missing in voice-over.
- ↑ "always" missing in voice-over.
Other Languages[]
| Language | Official Name | Literal Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| English | Threadlike Whispers | — |
| Chinese (Simplified) | 如缕的低诉 | |
| Chinese (Traditional) | 如縷的低訴 | |
| Japanese | 小さなささやき Chiisana Sasayaki | Tiny Whispers |
| Korean | 작은 속삭임 Jageun Soksagim | |
| Spanish | Hebras de susurros | Threads of Whispers |
| French | Des murmures filiformes | Threadlike Whispers |
| Russian | Нитевидные шёпоты Nitevidnyye shyopoty | Threadlike Whispers |
| Thai | เสียงกระซิบดั่งเส้นด้าย | |
| Vietnamese | Lời Thì Thầm Mong Manh | |
| German | Fadenzartes Flüstern | Thread-Tender Whisper |
| Indonesian | Bisikan Setipis Benang | |
| Portuguese | Sussurros Delicados Como Fios | |
| Turkish | Fısıltılar Silsilesi | |
| Italian | Sussurri filiformi |
Change History[]
Released in Version 5.1