World Refugees Final Mix

This is getting irritating. This upswing in monster activity is cramping my style, especially since my weapon is sealed away right now and I STILL can't use magic. At least Aya has the Spine back despite the fact that it sliced her. :\

Okay, there's got to be some kind of commonality going on here. It's not a general migration from FF worlds, or Ivalice would have LESS monsters, not more. Therefore, the monsters are probably coming from a single world or at most, a small subsection.

But which one? They share so many species among them. There's got to be enough sightings where we can narrow it down though. I KNOW Garms didn't show up in every FF, for example...

Argh! Not enough information! We need to keep an eye out, maybe someone can locate the monster's methods of arrival so we can get an idea on how to track them back to the source.

The sun is beautiful this evening.

We've been spending time around the world of Ivalice. Not the ancient Ivalice of old, or the Ivalice of imagination, but an Ivalice of clashing empites, where ships sail the skies and the land rumbles with the power of time long past.

It didn't take long for us, with our... unique mode of transportation to be branded sky pirates. It looks like all you need is a short run-in with an Archadian patrol to get a reputation. Still, it's strange thing, this freedom. I stand on the Dagda as it travels, the floating city of Bhujerba in the distance. The Nethicite there must be worth a fortune to those who live here, and the city's wealth is well apparent.

Aya and I sit in a tavern, dining on local cuisine. Laughter echoes around me and music plays, string and flue accompanying the merriment. Some look at my foreign clothing and wonder, but airships and gate crystals allow for people from all over the world to travel with ease and comfort.

We travel the land, seeking out familiar, yet new horizons. We watched the sun set on the waves of the Ogir-Yensa Sandsea. It was a beautiful desolation, a place that does not suffer the tread of man lightly.

Discovery, wonder, life, and love. It's a great time to be alive.