You dedicate your life to an Emperor in whose cause and right to rule you believe in without question. After decades of success, in the twilight of his life, on a mission to to raise Garlemald's mighty standard over the last of the Three Great Continents, you fail. Not
entirely your fault. How do you foresee a surprise ambush by the mythical progenitor of all dragonkind? Still, you fail. Spectacularly. The outcome of your mission is the exact scenario you set out to prevent; primals. False gods, corrosive to the very foundations of this world. Eorzea is corrupted to its core. Only through the stability and order of the Empire can this rot be excised and the realm returned from the brink.
However, unable to counter the unvanquishable demigods, undoing this failure is a futile effort for
ten years. You even offer the Eorzeans amnesty; accept Garlean rule, take up arms against the beast tribes, and every life will be spared. But they will not accept the truth, will not realize what is at stake, will not bend.
You lose the Emperor's confidence; and who gains it? Legatus Nael van Darnus, upjumped upon his father's death - probably by his hand, at that - and proffering a depraved scheme to reduce Eorzea to ash and call it salvation. You've heard rumors of this plan ... the brainchild of House Darnus and Midas nan Garlond, so consumed by it that his prodigy son was left wanting for guidance that you were all too happy to provide. (That is, until the fruits of the Meteor Project destroyed a city and the use of his magitek against the Ala Mhigan insurrection drove the coward to defect.) And you are made to serve, made to bow, to
this. For now, the humiliation must be borne; it is the Emperor's will.
As fate would have it, your every suspicion is validated. The lunatic deceives the Emperor - something is
...off... about this plan. Knowing His Radiance won't realize the truth before it's too late, you feed Darnus to the Eorzean Alliance (Honor and pleasure need not be mutually exclusive.) and leave their fate in their own hands. Should they be strong enough to survive, they will yet be conquered
justly by those worthy to lead them. Garlemald's standard will raise in every corner of the realm, and its taint will be purged.
Most will learn to accept what is in their best interest, the rest will perish with their false beliefs.
You return to Ala Mhigo and prepare your invasion - to strike while the iron is hot - before the realm can recover from the Calamity and before the tribes can reorganize, resupply, and resummon. But the Emperor falls ill. The heir apparent dies (
murder?) and those in line for the throne (
murderers?) tear at what His Radiance has built like vultures. You have no time. Desperation. And then a visit from man in black, offering power should you only
use it. Perhaps you've heard of the Bringers of Chaos, perhaps not; but you can use this power
now and fail to serve their ambitions
later. For now, your goals are aligned.
With Cid gone, you've adopted more of the lost - Nero, Rhitahtyn, Livia - and when they saw what you could provide they were eager to prove their worth. Eorzea fails to organize; Castrums rise in every region before resistance is mounted. And in the end, who is it that comes to head off your momentum but the slayer of van Darnus (or whoever it is the meddling Sharlayans are backing these days). Just as you move to finally vanquish this worthy foe, you experience the epiphany. The true war is revealed. The power of the Crystal and the Darkness that would extinguish it. Your ambitions aren't even on this game board. You've been a pawn. Explosions.
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What remains in possession of the defeated Black Wolf? Not even
breath according to most. Where once there was honor - pride -
purpose - there is naught. Do you, Gaius van Baelsar, Legatus of the XIVth Legion, true son of Garlemald, accept this defeat? Do you accept the state of your Empire? Do accept the sight of your homeland, for which you gave
everything, for which you
died, led to its ruin? The sight of this would-be Emperor, eagerly grasping for the power to enslave primals - to
make use what aught be
destroyed. To
welcome what you sought to see the world
rid of. Are - you - finished?
No. This will not be suffered. Honor. Pride. Purpose.
Garlemald's true path. They can all be reclaimed.
But every journey starts with but a single step. With whom do you take it? With whom you have left to trust. In what direction does it go? Towards what you
know. Towards what knows
you. Do you
consent to relinquish stewardship of the Ala Mhigo - which you led, which you gave order for two decades - whose children were raised up under your leadership and cast down in the fires of Cartenau despite your futile protest? This new viceroy - installed by this would-be Emperor - does not have their best interests at heart.
It can be reclaimed.
How? For all the times you crushed them utterly, did the Ala Mhigan Resistance
ever give up hope?
Ever stop plotting?
Ever cease to be a thorn in your side? But they lack discipline. They lack order. They lack passion. They lack the guidance of a man willing to do
anything that his task demands. Luckily, such a man - such a loyal son of Ala Mhigo - is just as desperate as you. Another cast-down, cast-off, and night-forgotten enemy from the ceaseless crusade of the Warrior of Light. He wants only for guidance. With your sage council, he can forge the undying spirit of the Resistance into something more useful.
But they will need power. Ultima may be gone, yet through the Monetarists' former confidant you learn of something much like it buried deep beneath Cartenau. Nero will be reluctant to lay claim to it... at first.
And what to do about the man in white. He claims to be different than his black-robed brethren.
Brethren. He cannot be trusted. But at arms length he can be used. While his own pawns fight and die and are cast aside, those who accept
your guidance reap rewards and success the likes of which they had never dreamed. And what if your
Griffin becomes too ambitious? The Warrior of Light will surely not be far behind, and with scores to settle, you hear. Feed him to those he betrayed. The man in white can deal with them them after.
An entire generation of Ala Mhigans have known the benefit of your order. The rest would see the Empire pay. Who among them do you have nothing to offer? Do you not have the power to
unite them if only they embrace reason? You told your Empire of it's folly and it did not listen. It would repeat its mistakes. It would build upon them. Will Ala Mhigo be a part to it? This nation can again know pride ... know honor ... know
purpose.
But this is just ... one ... step.