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I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me. I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication... Hm-hm, may the glory of the Prinzessin bring light to this world. I do worry about the well-being of my retinue during my impromptu absence... Oh, the sun's out— cough Um... This meteorological transformation is most splendid! Like a felicitous twist of fate in the face of certain doom. Hark! 'Tis Thundering Retribution, an omen of dark times ahead...
Oz: That, and mein Fräulein's laundry is still on the line... Hm-hm. A wonderful sight indeed. Why, it reminds me of my home world, where at the sight of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the very blood and tears of sinners turn to ice! ...Atchoo! Atchoo! Ozzie, my dear familiar... Her Majesty beseeches you to unfurl your blessèd wings, and with them blot out the heavens, plunging the world into eternal night... Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night. Oz! ...Ahem. To what do I owe the pleasure? Even one of royal blood finds oneself susceptible to drowsiness at this hour. The stars of the firmament are naught but rifts, thrust open by Oz's beak into the boundless tapestry of darkness. Sweet shall be thy sleep, spared of the mares of the night! For no night mares would dare draw near to those who are blessed by the Immernachtreich! Me? Hehehe. Remember thou this, that I, Fischl, am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity! ...Ahem. That is but one of my many royal engagements. You and I are both travelers from another world. That our paths have crossed here is no accident, but the will of fate. You seem... troubled. Traveler, Do not lose heart! For with my left eye, the Auge der Verurteilung, which sees the threads of fate, I will surely keep you from harm. And Oz, the raven that has witnessed the demise of countless worlds, will watch over you on your journey. Should this world, like a beast prowling in the night, covet your dreams, then I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, shall fell it with my ensorcelled arrows of judgment! Oz, my loyal companion. That we should have met this person, one who hails from another world as I do... Perhaps even cruel fate has deigned to smile upon me, through sin courses through my veins. If I am indeed destined to remain here, in this inescapable prison that is reality, at least— Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines. I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, sovereign of the Immernachtreich, do hereby call upon thee to do all within thy power to deliver the traveler from the claws of fate that would seek to snatch them at every turn, and to ready thy mind lest thou be required to make the ultimate sacrifice in the performance of this noblest of duties. Oh? You inquire about my Edelstein der Dunkelheit? It is a royal heirloom, a ceremonial ornament that displays the majesty of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung before the unworthy. Even here, in this fallen world, I have been reunited with my rightful inheritance as one of royal blood and noble spirit, for the majesty of a true princess shall draw her royal heirlooms unto her wherever so she may roam. If one must reckon time as this world does, I, Fischl, have already seen three thousand winters. Not that the illusory passage of time has any bearing on one such as I, to whom the causality of three thousand universes has been unveiled. Oz's full name is Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines. Where
I hail from, he holds dominion over star and sky across three universes, and the souls of the mighty, fallen in battle, rest in the shadow of his wings. One should add that the penalty for mispronouncing his name is to have one's tongue torn from one's mouth. However, as I am a princess and you are one who has my favor, we are at liberty to simply call him, "Oz." Ah, the ill-starred young man... My Auge der Verurteilung has seen with unmistakable clarity how his heart ails at being forsaken by the world—
Oz: Someone needs to keep an eye on the unlucky fellow. The magus-custodian of books, gatekeeper of universal knowledge... Win her trust, and one may yet get access to a vast repository of wisdom. His nature is obscure, his fate a mystery, and his speech a vexing tapestry woven of both fact and fiction... Perhaps he and I share the burden of mystical sight... Aha, yes, Mona, the mighty astrologer... Mona, who once had the vanity to probe the fate of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung herself! She wound up a trembling wreck, overborne and overmastered. One finds Sister Rosaria to be a most devout believer in the Anemo Archon. Indeed! One night, I heard her invoking the name of the Archon thus in another's presence: "May you be struck down in the name of Lord Bartabos!" One presumed that she was leading a prayer. To condemn the guilt
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