| I. The Vanished Gods |
| Luminous lamented, for creation spiralled unto doom. Stout fashioned earth, that future might take root. Sage turned mind's eye inward, seeking truth profound. Fool desired naught, and soon was made one with it. Maker forged fal'Cie, from fragments Maker's own. Maker forged Man, from traces once Divine. In time the gods departed, leaving all by their hands wrought. Fal'Cie were as Man forsaken, orphans of Maker absconded. - Author unknown |
| II. Lindzei's Nest |
| And lo, the viper Lindzei bore fangs into the pristine soil of our Gran Pulse; despoiled the land and from it crafted a cocoon both ghastly and unclean. Lies spilled forth from the serpent's tongue: 'Within this shell lies paradise.' Men heard these lies and were seduced and let away. O cured are the fools who trust a snake and turn their backs upon the bounty of Pulse's hallowed land! For those who dwell in that cocoon are not Men, but slaves f the demon Lindzei. Ye who honour Pulse: rise unto the heavens, and cast down the viper's nest! - Author unknown |
| III. The Chosen |
| Two 'Cie are they. The Chosen, and from the North they hail. Endowed are they with fal'Cie Focus, to bear the burden of the Beast. My brothers and sisters of Gran Pulse: Honour the Chosen in your prayers! Let the blade forged of their will be tempered by your faith, that it might sunder that devilish cocoon's facade! - A Call to Arms |
| IV. The Heavenly Deceit |
| Ragnarok took wing; made to smite Cocoon, and thereby deliver us out everlasting peace. But Her Providence would not let it be. The Goddess pitied the fools who so blindly bowed to Lindzei's will, and so She robbed Ragnarok of power, putting the l'Cie to an early crystal sleep, Focus yet incomplete. - Sermons of the seeress Paddra Nsu-Yeul |
| V. The Age of Fading Glory |
| How long now, sine the demons of Cocoon violated this land? Where once the peoples of Gran Pulse stood as one, united against a common foe, today we stand divided, at war amongst ourselves. We walk on the edge of a knife, teetering, ever but one step away from our demise. How tired a species, that we must rob our own of the necessities for life lest we succumb to the fate to which we so willingly subject others! Even Haeri, at the height of its glory, laid to ruin by a menace greater still! Surely the vipers within that floating nest look down upon us with self-righteous scorn, to see this decline of out once-great civilisation. - Criticisms of a Pulsian People |
| VI. The Age of Ruin |
| The fal'Cie of Hallowed Pulse offer us no salvation. Populations dwindle, and still they but make more of us l'Cie, dealing out one incomprehensible Focus after the next as they drive us toward our end. Men take up arms against their brothers now. We, who should be joining hands to survive in the face of nature's trials, turn one one another to secure what few of her blessings remain. I suspect that even the city of Paddra, this last bastion of civilisation, will not long stand against the evils we not perpetrate. Human life on Gran Pulse has passed the point of no return. - Criticisms of a Pulsian People |
| VII. Hallowed Pulse |
| It was the Great and Hallowed Pulse who, seeking the expand divine domain, parted with the chaos and fashioned realm within; made fal'Cie, and charged with with this world's completion. The fal'Cie, anxious to please the hand that shaped them, laboured devotedly at the task they have been given. They made l'Cie of men so that they, too, might be able to aid the greater cause. Men, in turn, offered praise to prayer to Hallowed Pulse, naming their great land in honour of its architect. Yet still the architect departed. - On the Nature of Fal'Cie |
| VIII. Fell Lindzei |
| As our fal'Cie are the children of Hallowed Pulse, so are the fal'Cie who lurk within Cocoon the brood of Lindzei. But all gods are not alike. Lindzei is cunning and false, sovereign to snakes and fiends; an anathema to be abhorred. Cocoon fal'Cie are of Fell Lindzei's line, yet that did not spare them. They were betrayed all the same; left orphans when their Succubus fled this earthly realm. - A Call to Arms |
| IX. Her Providence |
| Her Providence sought nothing. Her Providence made nothing. She but looked on, silent in Her sorrow. The Goddess pitied mortals, destined as they were to die, and so She deigned to intervene in the hour of their greatest peril. She averted cataclysm that was to be, and put to rest the ones who would have robbed so many of what time fate had ordained. Her compassion did not end at this. The Goddess pitied also those subjected to that fate of Focus, crueller still than death. To them She sent Her messengers, to deliver hope when all was lost. - Sermons of the seeress Paddra Nsu-Yeul |
| X. The Menace Beyond |
| They say the fal'Cie made the Arks in preparation for the battle against the menace that lurks beyond. Where is this 'beyond' of which they speak? Do they mean cocoon, and the demons that dwell within? If so, they are mistaken. The legends of the Arks date far before that sphere was even crafted; whispers even hint at Arks being displaced around the time of Cocoon's creation, spirited away to be hidden in its shell. What, then, is this 'menace'? What distant treat confronts us, and to what purpose? The gods vanished from this place. Are they now residents of the 'beyond'? - On the Nature of Fal'Cie. |
| XI. Hypothesis of the Hunt |
| We've long held the goal of the fal'Cie's endless excavations to be the expansion of out word's inhabitable space - the creation of new lands with which to honour the gods. But I contend this to be false. Their methods lack the order one could expect if that were their purpose, and what's more, the gods they would honour have long since departed this world. I propose a different explanation: the fal'Cie are hunting. Whether they seek a way to recall the gods or journey to their side I cannot say, but I do believe the fal'Cie seek their lost deities. They search the earth, they skies, the waters, even the deep places, seeking a gateway to the Divine. - On the Nature of the fal'Cie |
| XII. The Door of Souls |
| When our earthly vessels meet their end, the souls they housed must leave this world. Would the path of their migration not be the same one taken by our departed gods? Must they not pass through the same doorway the Divine employed to reach that place that lies beyond? If this is the case, it stands to reason that, should a great many lives at one be cut short, a flood of souls would surge through the aforementioned portal. The Door would be thrown wide, and perhaps we might even glimpse the gleaming light of Divinity beyond. - On the Nature of Fal'Cie. |
| XIII. Fabula Nova Crystallis |
| Children of Hallowed Pulse scour earth, searching for the Door. Those or Fell Lindzei harvest souls, combing ether for the same. So have I seen. The Door, one shut, was locked away, with despair its secret key; sacrifice, the one hope of seeing it unsealed. When the twilight of the gods at last descends upon this world, what emerges from the unseeable expanse beyond that Door will be but music, and that devoid of words: the lamentations of the Goddess Etro, as She sobs Her song of grief - Author unknown |
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