Mondstadt, the city of freedom. Home of the best wine in the world and where our
journey through Teyvat begins, but it wasn’t always like you see it today.
The city that now worships the Archon Barsibato, wait... No. Bartobas? No...-
[Enters Venti] uh- WAIT! I cannot hide anymore!
Rejoice! The god of Anemo, Barbatos has descended!
[Paimon’s enters too] YOU TONE DEAF BARD!
[Nobbel, sounding annoyed] Oh no… not the emergency food…
[Paimon] FOR THE LAST TIME! PAIMON IS NOT EMERGENCY FOOD!
[Nobbel] I don’t care, I only wanted to tell the story of the previous Anemo god,
Decarabian! But since you’re all here… why don’t you do it yourself?
[Venti] Haha! Look at you, side-tracked from the start… If I tell you the story with a performance,
would you believe me? Very well. Let me put on a show…
[Paimon] 3! 2! 1!
Cinematic starts playing
[Paimon] That’s all you’re going to do? Just sing?
[Venti] Mmm. Wouldn’t be much of
a bard if I didn't now, would I? [Paimon] Hmm! You are SO cheeky…
[Nobbel] Wait-wait wait... There are still things we don’t know,
are you sure there is no more space in your song? /trying to rhyme here.
[Venti] Maybe YOU can give it a shot…
[Nobbel] Don’t mind if I do~~
[Nobbel] Decarabian, also known as the God of Storms,
reigns from a tall tower where he is the lord. His lands extended from far and wide,
from Brightcrown Mountains to the Windwail Highland (try to tone similar “wide” with “land”)
With a major settlement that is now known as the Cecilia Garden.
If it was so vast and so lauded then why would it awaken such hatred? (rhyme)
This was 3000 years ago. The wolf and the god were at war. For reasons we still are yet to
know. (try to rhyme war and know in tone) the war lasted 400 years of the same horror.
The land was a frozen wasteland, all due to the power of the wolf god, Boreas.
With his frozen aura, anyone could be turned into ice. Decarabian, on the other hand,
casted a barrier on his kingdom, isolating it from the rest of the land. He thought
he had brought peace to his people, getting them out of that destiny of a frozen kingdom.
That, they did not like, for what purpose would they call that
life? (like, life, rhyme if you can) But what other choice did they have?
Living without a god could be worse than one alone on the wasteland.
Largely disconnected from his people, Decarabian did not seem to be malicious in his actions,
but did not understand humanity and their passions. He believed that his people loved
him as he loved them, though his understanding of love was not close to how humans experienced it.
At one point, he had even taken on a human lover named Amos, whose bow some of you may have.
A female of long white hair, hunter with a bow, she believed their love was reciprocal,
but with time she would be proven wrong. When looking down on his subjects, he believed they
were bowing to him out of adoration, respect, and willing submission. However, his people were doing
so not for the archon, but because of the harsh winds in the capital that forced them to. Although
her illusion of love was broken, she had yet to find the friends that were worth fighting for.
With time to avoid Decarabian's watchful gaze,
the freedom-fighters used the "Windblume" as a symbol of solidarity. And so the seeds
flourish, the rebellion was born but not of only one force, for the enemies of the god were no few.
Now is the time I shall speak about Gunnhildr. Leader of the clan that would bear her name
over time, they managed to escape Mondstadt, even though Boreas’s frozen storm was hard to survive.
Gunnhildr's prayers reached a certain elemental spirit.
Her prayers, as well as her people's cry for help, gave it the power to create a shelter for them.
From there, their faith continued to grow, empowering the spirit even more.
The spirit, small and lacking all divine dignity, came and went as the wind changed,
eventually meeting a Nameless Bard, who befriends him. He yearned to see the world beyond it
and bonded with the nameless wisp of wind. His songs inspired the flames of rebellion,
as he sang for freedom and dreams, for those ambitions that are worth fighting for.
We shall not forget of the warrior of red hair,
wanderer friends with the Nameless Bard and the Wind spirit.
He was a key part of the revolution. Much is not know about him, just a close resemblance to-
[Venti] What say you master Diluc?
[Diluc] Interesting…*sigh* forget it, I don’t feel like talking about it…
[Nobbel] … As I was saying… The group of the rebellion came together, disconnected individuals
that worked for the same goal of freedom. Amos fought for her people, awoken from her blind love,
she realized she was the only one who spoke with sincerity. For he spoke of love, but was
only accompanied by razor winds. The bard fought for the freedom to travel with his new friend;
Gunnhildr, fought for her clan and a place to live; the red haired warrior fought for
his new home and companions; and the wind spirit wished to fulfill the ambitions of their friends.
Although destiny is not forever kind, the moment dust and fire cease, when the tyrant has died… so
had the life of the nameless bard and Amos been extinguished. For it was their group
who escalated the tower and ended the life of Decarabian… the life of the bard
whose songs devoted to freedom ended in the arms of his friend, the red-haired warrior.
The throne of Decarabian on Celestia fell that day… and so, one could arise anew… the wind spirit
ascended to godhood. The first thing he did was to transform himself into the living image
of his deceased friend, the nameless bard. The spirit now reborn as who we now know as Venti…
[Venti] Hehe...
Now wielding the power of anemo, and using a bow, to honor his friend Amos each time he went to
battle. In that moment, the red haired warrior turned his back to the new god, for reasons we
still don’t know. Perhaps he felt angry when his friend turned into the very thing they seeked to
destroy? Or perhaps, because he assumed the living image of his dead friend? Only time will tell.
As for the other member of the party, Gunnhildr. Her prayers became stronger now,
following the new born god to the Cider lake where the actual Mondstadt is located to this day.
Venti spoke with Boreas. With the death of Decarabian, and seeing the suffering his frosted
winds brought to the people, the wolf let his body die, imbuing the land with his power to make it
flourish. That left Venti as the only remaining god to become an Archon, taking a seat on
Celestia. However, the death of the body doesn’t mean the end of that god, as his spirit still
lingers near his temple, as Boreas agreed to help the new born god to make Mondstadt a better place.
So, remember this every time you walk the streets of Mondstadt,
freedom is not a gift, you fight for it. Like someone used to say…
[Venti] Freedom, when demanded from a god, it's not freedom at all.
[Nobbel] That’s right, so fight for your dreams,
for the freedom of choosing your life, because those wishes are the ones worth fighting for…
So… how did I go?
[Venti] You… really have some wonderful abilities…
Someone like you is gonna get written on some bard poem...
At last I'm not the type to compose a melody for you at this moment…
[Paimon] It’s decided then, Paimon will also write an adventure story as well…
we will call it “Paimon’s happiness”... A happy ending always lures the readers.
[Nobbel] Nope, not getting paid enough for this, see ya!
[Paimon] *crying noises*