[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Whether it was fate, or a stroke of exceedingly good luck, the Kirins had miraculously stumbled their way into finding out the answers they so desperately sought. As it so turns, their working theory of Valheim creating the Blight was not [i]exactly[/i] wrong, but it wasn't exactly right either. The Blight as they knew was more or less a direct result of their actions, but it wasn't a weaponized affliction, rather a dire consequence of their desire to gain power. At the very least they knew the Blight wasn't the Valheimr's attack dogs. 

[color=lightblue]"Finally some answers, thank Etro."[/color] Galahad murmured, though his face remained grim despite the news. In some ways, the task ahead of them was even more daunting than just destabilizing Valheim's hold over Osprey. [color=lightblue]"The Blight beasts do seem to have been moving generally south from Osprey, which may coincide with the loss of the Fire Crystal... Is there any way to restore the crystal once it is lost or drained? Surely Osprey is not doomed to this blight forever, is it?"[/color]

Answers would never come, as they were interrupted by the reappearance of the revenant, crashing through the cathedral door. Galahad cursed as he tried to wheel around his weapon, desperately trying to figure out a plan. They were beaten and battered, and the revenant looked like it had strength to spare. Hells, Izayoi could hardly walk. In lieu of any answer he could think of, Galahad found himself staring downwards at a series of glyphs a their feet. 

[color=lightblue]"Wait! No, Cid-"[/color] 

The feeling of teleportation wasn't dissimilar to that of falling through the sky- though not nearly as enjoyable, for the Dragoon at least. [color=lightblue]"Not an experience I'd like to repeat."[/color] Galahad agreed with Esben, as he tried to gain a better picture of where they were. He took a moment to leap high into the air, to at least get a picture of where they were or any shelter they could find. 

The party found themselves on their asses leagues away from the town they had just been fighting by, Galahad could only barely spot it on the horizon. In the chaos, Galahad realized they'd lost track of Goug, their cart, and the chocobo. He didn't recall them falling into the caves with them- and he doubted Goug would stick around to be shelled by the airship. They were practically stranded. Out of danger- for the moment, but still in the desert, now without their cart of supplies. 

He nodded as Izayoi agreed to answer questions many likely held about the [i]thing[/i] they had come across, her old master. It was a story Galahad would like to hear as well, but for the moment, they needed to get out of the sand. 

[color=lightblue]"Crystals and undead."[/color] Galahad grumbled, [color=lightblue]"Well, at least we know now what we have to do to put a stop to Valheim [i]and[/i] the Blight. Earth, Wind and Water crystals remain. Valheim will be after them, which means so will we."[/color] 

Prying his helmet off of his face, Galahad squinted in the light as he shook off the sweat and fatigue that had gathered. He tied the helmet's strap around his halberd and threw the thing over his shoulder, again offering Izayoi his other shoulder. [color=lightblue]"Who can stand? Those who can help those who can't, and let us get out of this cursed sun."

"I think we've misplaced our moogle."[/color]