A Tale of Mischievous Lights · Sparki Family
A mischievous light that pretends to be a campfire
Sparki · Flamerion
Introduction by MOANIIMO · not game text
Every night, Sparki secretly follows other creatures to startle them. The evolved Flamerion even makes clones of itself and picks someone at random to follow. With a festival coming up, it gets excited, saying a festival isn’t complete without a blazing fire game.
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Though they look like fire, those flames are only flowing energy. They give off no heat at all—in fact, they absorb heat from their surroundings. Sometimes they use this to disguise themselves as campfires and play tricks on others.
Contents of this story
From here the story is told in the game's own words. The source (dex, dialogue or quest) is shown under each quote.
CHAPTER 01
The Timid Sparki Shivering in the Cold
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I don’t know who keeps splashing me with water...
Could you light the campfires around here? I’m freezing!
Thank you! That feels so much better!
Consider the treasure chest over there my thank-you gift. Buh-bye!
CHAPTER 02
Fire Play for the Festival
MOANIIMO noteIn the journey “Festival Lights,” you hear the Aniimo’s opinions while preparing for the festival.
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Gwa ha ha! Fire, obviously! A celebration needs a big roaring blaze!
Fire... that’s a very Sparki suggestion. Let’s go talk it over with Jojo...
CHAPTER 03
Bloomville at Night
MOANIIMO noteThe record of the item “Eternal Red” begins with a night in Bloomville several decades ago.
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Decades ago, the Breezy Plains lost their peaceful, tranquil nature. The frequent shifts of the world and ceaseless conflict defined these plains from then on. It’s said that dangerous creatures, even those pesky Sparkis, formed mobs at night and sneaked into Bloomville. As such, besides perfumers, many in Bloomville had also become night watchers. ———— One night, Night Watcher Reikito was feeling down, her stomach growling with hunger. As she passed by Grace’s house, she discovered that she had left a pan of honey cakes out for night watchers to enjoy, free of charge. But she was conflicted. Although she would be able to sate her appetite, Night Watcher Reikito was worried that the taste might knock her out on the spot. It was right at this time that the sound of a beastly howl filled her ears. Night Watcher Reikito hurried to grasp her sword as she looked to the sky. It was the Infergon! Reikito pulled out her old rusty iron sword that was the butt of many a joke, as her eyes locked on the Infergon. At the same time, she shouted for the townsfolk to flee. In the blink of an eye, the Infergon descended before Reikito. Reikito was like a speck in comparison to the Infergon’s gargantuan size. But Reikito still defended her people and confronted the mighty Infergon. No one expected what happened next. The Infergon did not destroy any houses. It did not harm anyone. Instead, it stared at Grace’s stove... and drooled. ———— The Infergon left, content, even leaving an unusual red rose behind. Grace’s family was elated. As perfumers, they knew that this was the start of a legendary perfume. They began researching day and night, and have now grown accustomed to the Infergon’s occasional nightly visits. Although now, the townsfolk of Bloomville worry more about the explosions coming from Grace’s abode than they do about the Infergon himself.
