Mourning their lost king and touched by his sacrifice, the Moogles have since abstained from naming a successor and revere his name. The king grasped onto one end of this lifeline as his subjects, one after the next, half clambered, half slid their way to the Promised Land, except for Good King Moggle Mog XII who had not the means to lower himself. The Moogles found the distance to the land below too great for their wings, and the journey would be made by rope, the longest ever woven. Due to a war, the Moogle king led his subjects to the realm of mortals in secret to live a peaceful life.
Moogles originated in the Churning Mists and were the gods' loyal servants.
