Galfrid, chief instructor at the Bannock, wishes to inspect your equipment and thereby gauge your readiness for future missions.
Galfrid: I see you are eager to lend a hand, Mortimer. That is well. But I cannot in good conscience send you into the forest until I have established that your equipment is equal to the task. Galfrid: It bears repeating that, in the five years since the dawn of the Seventh Umbral Era, many of the Twelveswood’s creatures have transformed into vicious, bloodthirsty monsters. Venturing into the forest without the proper gear is tantamount to suicide. Galfrid: I suggest you take some time to evaluate your equipment. Once you deem your armor to be of sufficient quality, present yourself to me for inspection.
Galfrid: Ready for inspection are we? Right, then! Eyes forward! Back straight! Galfrid: Hmmm… Yes, I think you pass muster. Galfrid: You would be surprised at how many young, promising soldiers get themselves killed by rushing off into the woods without first donning a decent set of armor. Galfrid: Your equipment, however, should provide the required degree of protection. Consider yourself ready for duty, Mortimer.
If the observable Universe is our world and the Milky Way is our house, the local group is our neighborhood. There are at least 80 galaxies in the neighborhood, but the Milky Way and Andromeda are the two biggest, with all the rest swarming around them like paparazzi.
Stationmaster Papashan has a simple task for a fledgling adventurer.
Papashan: Since you’ve come all this way, perhaps you can perform an errand for me. Papashan: It just so happens a number of sentries have been sent to guard the area. A dispatch to the Dispatch Yard, as it were. Papashan: They have long been away from the shade and featherbeds of the city. The hot days and cold nights can play hells on the mind and body out here. Papashan: It isn’t much, but go and give them these twilight pretzels, would you? I find comfort food always helps when I feel like killing myself.
Serious Sultansworn: Halt! Madam, I’m going to have to ask you to put the pretzel on the ground and place your hands above your head! Serious Sultansworn: State your name and business! A twilight pretzel from Papashan? By the gods, forgive me! You could say this new post has my nerves in a…twist. Serious Sultansworn: I’m…I’m terribly sorry for that. Ahem, yes, well, you may rest assured that the Dispatch Yard is safe so long as I stand watch. Serious Sultansworn: Please give Papashan my thanks, and tell him that I only wish I could repay the favor…
Servile Sultansworn: Twelve save me. Scorching days… Freezing nights… This post will be the end of me. Servile Sultansworn: A twilight pretzel? Don’t mind if I do! Servile Sultansworn: Ahhh, now that’s a refreshing godsdamned pretzel! I feel reborn!
Stern Sultansworn: Western front, clear! Eastern front, clear! Stern Sultansworn: For me? From Papashan? A twilight pretzel… My favorite! How did he know!? Stern Sultansworn: Can’t fight on an empty stomach, now, can I? Actually…I can’t fight on any stomach. I suppose you could say I have no stomach…for fighting.
Papashan: You’ve returned─and with a deal fewer pretzels, I see! Tell me, how fare our Sultansworn sentries? Did they have anything to report, anything at all!? Papashan: What? Nothing? Are you sure? I…oh, oh dear. Papashan: Take this for your troubles, then. And stay a moment─there is more I would ask of you.
Every single object you see around you is made up of various atoms – tiny grains of matter. The human body, for instance, is composed predominantly from oxygen, carbon, hydrogen and nitrogen atoms. However, all atoms consist of even smaller grains – protons, neutrons and electrons. The number of protons inside an atom determines what kind of atom (or chemical element) we are dealing with. If you see an atom with only one proton in its core, it is surely hydrogen. If you encounter an atom with two protons, you are without any doubt dealing with a helium atom. Six protons? Carbon. Eight? Oxygen. We could go like this all the way to the number 92 – the number of protons in uranium, which is the heaviest natural element of the universe.
Your own atoms make up almost your entire mass. Every time you step on a scale, you measure the collective mass of all tangible subatomic particles that inhabit your body. But there is one important question – where do all of these particles come from?
To comprehend the sudden appearance of matter in the early cosmos, we first need to focus on the most famous physical equation on the planet, whose author is a world-renowned physicist Albert Einstein. E = mc2. Energy is equal to mass times the speed of light squared. Nice, you might say, but what exactly does it mean? Simply said, this brief equation daringly states that energy and mass are nearly the same thing. The only “converter” between the two quantities is the speed of light squared.
Take any object and multiply its mass by approximately 90 million billion – the value of the speed of light in meters per second squared. If you do that, you discover the immense amount of energy hidden inside the object. And you can do it in reverse too – if you take an arbitrary amount of energy and divide it by 90 million billion, you get its mass.
Exactly. Every form of energy weights something. A hot cup of tea is heavier than a cold one, as it contains more heat energy. However, you do not need to experiment and try to verify this fact by carefully weighing various tea cups at different temperatures – that is unless you live in a distant future where humanity is so technologically advanced that it can manufacture a hugely impressive scale which is able to detect differences of about a millionth of a millionth of a gram. Heat energy is far less concentrated than the energy we can find in matter. You would need to heat your cup to millions of degrees for a perceptible difference to appear.
The previous paragraphs could be summarised into one sentence – energy and matter are very closely related. So related, in fact, that you can create one out of the other. How? Well, if we consider the fact that each tiny bit of matter contains an enormous amount of concentrated energy, it would be logical to focus an unimaginable volume of energy to a single spot and hope that all of this energy would somehow “unite” and create a tangible particle. However, it is incredibly difficult to achieve that in today’s universe.
But if we consider how much condensed energy the early universe contained during the cosmic inflation (its temperature reached impressive billion billion degrees Celsius), we get stunning conditions for the creation of matter. The energy of the early cosmos was simply so concentrated that tangible particles started spontaneously forming.
The formation of matter definitely did not take long though – all of it was created during the unbelievably quick cosmic inflation. At its end, the universe contained nearly all the matter you can see around you. Every single one of billions of stars and galaxies consists of the same matter that was created just a fraction of a second after the Big Bing, when the universe was about the size of a grape.
Back then, however, matter was far from forming atoms. For those, we have to wait several hundred thousand years. At that time, all matter was represented by the simplest of particles called quarks and leptons.
But there is a catch – the formation of matter is not that simple. There is a rule that with each particle of matter, its counterpart in the form of antimatter has to be created. Antimatter is just like normal matter, except that some of its properties are opposite – electric charge, colour or flavour. (The last two properties have obviously nothing to do with “our classical” flavour and colour – elementary particles cannot actually have any colour, since they are much smaller than the wavelength of visible light, not to mention flavour. They are just names physicists have given to various types of charges.)
But what is more interesting – matter and antimatter cannot stand each other. If they come into contact, both of them are destroyed in a violent explosion (this process is called annihilation) and all of their energy is transformed into photons – the particles of light.
Let us go back to the creation of matter in the early cosmos. It follows from the previous paragraphs that all the matter which was produced just a moment after the Big Bang had to be accompanied by the same amount of antimatter – each tangible particle was created along with its antiparticle. And since the universe was so incredibly small back then, the contact of particles and antiparticles was simply inevitable. Most of the newly created tangible particles crashed into an antiparticle and perished just a moment after their birth.
But there is one significant question. Why is there still matter in the universe today? By the laws of physics, the exact same amount of matter and antimatter should have been created. Theoretically, it follows that mutual destruction of all matter and antimatter should have occurred in the young universe. But that did not happen – otherwise we would not be here.
Nobody knows why, but it seems that for every several million antiparticles, one extra particle was created. Each of these surplus particles avoided annihilation and formed all matter we can see in today’s universe. It is staggering when we realize that the early universe not only contained nearly all matter it does today, it contained much more of it. And all of that was squeezed into a volume that would fit into a human palm.
However, the energy released in matter-antimatter collisions did not disappear. It was transformed into photons of high-frequency radiation. These photons then kept on roaming the newly created universe, which was packed with charged tangible particles. These particles prevented the photons from moving freely. It took 380 000 years before the universe became transparent due to the formation of atoms and photons were finally able to travel unimpeded. Many of these photons keep on cruising the universe to this very day and constitute the cosmic microwave background – living evidence of the Big Bang.
Baderon, proprietor of the Drowning Wench, wants you to lend a hand at Summerford Farms.
Baderon: Still in Limsa, are ye, Meredith? ‘Ow’d ye fancy a trip outside the city walls? Baderon: I’d like ye to visit an orchard by the name o’ Summerford Farms. Ever ‘eard o’ the place? The owner, Staelwyrn, is an old mate o’ mine. Baderon: ‘E’s got ‘imself a crew o’ mostly reformed pirate types, if ye can believe that, and ‘as been tryin’ to bring a bit o’ life back to the fields after the Calamity ruined the soil. ‘E mentioned needin’ another ‘and or two, and yer name sprang to mind. Baderon: I gave ye a glowin’ recommendation, so make sure ye work ‘ard and impress the old bastard. Ye need directions? The place ain’t ‘ard to find: just take the Zephyr Gate out o’ the city, and follow the road northeast.
Staelwyrn: Ah, you must be the adventurer Baderon promised to send along. Meredith Croix, wasn’t it? Staelwyrn: You honored his word, so that’s a good start. I’m Staelwyrn, the “old bastard,” as Baderon likely described me, and this here is my humble orchard. Staelwyrn: A good number of the lads and lasses workin’ here once terrorized the high seas. And if you’re wonderin’ why I employ these scrags, well, they used to crew my pirate ship. Staelwyrn: But the Calamity did for our ship, like it did so many others, and I was sore wounded into the bargain. Staelwyrn: I had to feed myself and my crew somehow, and Admiral Merlwyb’s initiative to get us landlocked buccaneers workin’ the fields seemed too fine an offer to refuse. Staelwyrn: Well, it turns out you can take the pirate away from the sea, but you can’t take the sea away from the pirate. A lot of my blokes just never took to tendin’ the soil, you see. Staelwyrn: And unfortunately, the botanists I called in to train ’em have been wringin’ their hands in black despair. With so much work pilin’ up, I need a tougher soul like you to step in and help where it’s needed.
The Local Group is our pocket of the Universe, the limit we will never cross. But if we took the DNA of all the humans present on Earth in 2021, untangled and put these strands together into one long ribbon, it would span one and a half times across the Local Group. Bunched up tightly together, our species’ collective DNA could fill a cube with sides the length of a football field.
Miounne wishes to send an adventurer to the instructor at the Bannock.
Mother Miounne: Mortimer, have you visited the Bannock on your wanderings? Mother Miounne: It is a training ground found just outside the city where the soldiers of the Order of the Twin Adder are drilled in swordplay and other martial matters. Mother Miounne: I mention this because an acquaintance of mine─a gentleman by the name of Galfrid─is an instructor there, and I think you may be of use to him. Go and introduce yourself, and find out if there is anything you can do to help. Mother Miounne: Mind you do not stray far from the path─the Twelveswood is no place for merry strolls through the underbrush.
Galfrid: Greetings, Mortimer Croix. Miounne sent word to expect you. Galfrid: My name is Galfrid, and I am responsible for training our Twin Adder recruits. Galfrid: I thank you for volunteering your assistance. The Twelveswood is much changed since the calamitous arrival of the Seventh Umbral Era five years ago. Galfrid: The power of the elementals wanes, and the harmony of the forest gives way to chaos. A great abundance of life has been lost as the strong run rampant, stifling the weak and new-sprung. Galfrid: Though it may not appear so to the eyes of an outsider, the Twelveswood is ailing─its once rich variety a fading memory. Galfrid: For the citizens of Gridania, the restoration of the forest is a sacred duty. And it is my hope that adventurers such as you will offer to aid them in their struggle. Galfrid: Listen to their requests, and do all that you can. May the elementals bless your endeavors, Mortimer Croix.