"Must've been," she answered Aerith, regarding where she had been. "I can't have failed, can I?"
She wasn't familiar with the term, or that war, but Aerith had implied earlier that it was that that had caused the fal'Cie to go insane. Gran Pulse's historians had first suggested that the pollution was some sort of disaster that had killed everyone below, and then they said that it was a deliberate attack on them when everything had started to go wrong. Whatever it was, it caused problems, even affecting their gods, though their descent into madness had been a slow one.
"Is that when the Miasma started?" She asked, having a feeling that she already knew the answer. "It happened about ... oh, I don't know, four, five hundred years ago? The stories said it happened slowly. That the fal'Cie closest to northern edge of the continent started to make weird decisions and that the air had started to affect crops, technology, monsters and even people."
She scowled, thinking of those who had been born with mutations thanks to the tainted air they had been breathing. Some were worse than others, and some were even useful, but that sort of thing hadn't happened until the Miasma spread over the land.
"Then the madness hit more and more of the fal'Cie and everything got worse. It had kind of plateaued by the time I was born. It was just how things were. We heard horror stories from the north, and about wars raging on Lemurés between the bird people and on Gran Pulse proper, but we had a way of life and got on with it. Whether you have crazy fal'Cie or not, you have to survive."
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Date: 2015-12-18 12:23 am (UTC)She wasn't familiar with the term, or that war, but Aerith had implied earlier that it was that that had caused the fal'Cie to go insane. Gran Pulse's historians had first suggested that the pollution was some sort of disaster that had killed everyone below, and then they said that it was a deliberate attack on them when everything had started to go wrong. Whatever it was, it caused problems, even affecting their gods, though their descent into madness had been a slow one.
"Is that when the Miasma started?" She asked, having a feeling that she already knew the answer. "It happened about ... oh, I don't know, four, five hundred years ago? The stories said it happened slowly. That the fal'Cie closest to northern edge of the continent started to make weird decisions and that the air had started to affect crops, technology, monsters and even people."
She scowled, thinking of those who had been born with mutations thanks to the tainted air they had been breathing. Some were worse than others, and some were even useful, but that sort of thing hadn't happened until the Miasma spread over the land.
"Then the madness hit more and more of the fal'Cie and everything got worse. It had kind of plateaued by the time I was born. It was just how things were. We heard horror stories from the north, and about wars raging on Lemurés between the bird people and on Gran Pulse proper, but we had a way of life and got on with it. Whether you have crazy fal'Cie or not, you have to survive."