For Those We Can Yet Save

For Those We Can Yet Save

Quest giver

Aymeric

Location

Coerthas Central Highlands (X:18, Y:15)

Quest line

Post-Heavensward

Level

60

Experience

 5,000

Gil

 1,087

Previous quest

A Spectacle for the Ages

Next quest

Causes and Costs

Patch

3.2

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Main Scenario Progress: 353 / 853 (41.4%)

   

Heavensward Progress: 112 / 138 (81.2%)

   

“

Ser Aymeric is beaming with pride.

— In-game description

Rewards

Choose one of the following options:

• 1   Augmented Hailstorm Cane
• 1   Augmented Hailstorm Codex
• 1   Augmented Hailstorm Astrometer
• 1   Augmented Hailstorm Rapier
• 4   Allagan Silver Piece

Steps

• Speak with Alphinaud.

• Speak with Artoirel in Falcon's Nest.

• Speak with Alphinaud.

Journal

• As you pass through the city gates, a familiar voice calls out in greeting. Honoroit, Lord Emmanellain's manservant, has made a full recovery and is eager to resume his duties. As the boy and his master make up for lost time, Alphinaud and Lord Edmont bid you welcome as well, congratulating you and your comrades on your rousing victory over the Alliance. Emboldened by their words, Ser Aymeric declares that the peace conference is to be reconvened at once -- that they will make peace with Hraesvelgr's brood and hasten the Dragonsong War to its end.

• Alphinaud reveals that while he knew of your journey to Falcon's Nest, he refrained from joining you there for fear of turning to you for guidance. Master Matoya's words left a lasting impression on him, and he desired time alone to reflect on his life's course. Though he is yet uncertain about a great many matters, there are things he would say to you... but only after the conference is concluded.

• Falcon's Nest is once more bustling with activity, the main square filled with spectators awaiting the commencement of ceremonies. Amidst the hubbub, you find Lord Artoirel, who thanks you for looking after his younger brother in the grand melee. Alas, he cannot speak with you at length, for duty calls, and he leaves you and Alphinaud to wait for the conference to begin.

• For one thousand years have generations of Ishgardians and Dravanians lived and died, unable to conceive of a world without war. But when, during the unveiling of a relief celebrating the union of Saint Shiva and Hraesvelgr, Ser Aymeric and Vidofnir come together and speak of peace, such a world seems more than mere fantasy.

  The dream endures for all of an instant. Without warning, Estinien leaps down from on high and drives his lance into Vidofnir's back, the white dragon's blood painting the relief a deep red. As the dragon collapses, Ser Aymeric seizes a bow and looses an arrow at his friend's heart, duty guiding his hand. The dragoon has naught to fear from worldly weapons, however, swatting aside the deadly shaft and regaining his perch atop a nearby tower. Silence.

  All present strain to see the man who once embodied Ishgard's defiance. Estinien's now crimson armor radiates a malevolent power which pours forth from two massive, twitching eyes fused to his arm and shoulder. And when he speaks, it is not with the voice of a man, but a wyrm. Nidhogg. The wrathful shade declares that the final chorus of the Dragonsong War is nigh, and that all will soon answer for their sins. He then throws his arms wide, and with a bestial roar, transforms into his draconic form, taking wing for distant skies. Ser Aymeric's face is a mask, unreadable, his eyes fixed upon the wyrm as he whispers an oath you cannot hear for the cries of the crowd howling for Nidhogg's blood.

  Alphinaud watches as the last guests leave Falcon's Nest. Vidofnir will live, he tells you, though it was surely not by accident. Nidhogg's declaration of war was doubtless also a demonstration of power for Hraesvelgr's brood -- and for the Ishgardians, who could do naught but watch as he wielded Estinien as an instrument of his vengeance.

Dialogue

Speak with Aymeric

We have done it - nay, you have done it. You have brought us the victory we so desperately needed. There is naught left but to return to the capital. Come - let us see what reception awaits us.

Back at Ishgard

???: My lord!
Emmanellain: Honoroit, my boy! Shouldn't you be in bed? 
Honoroit: Thank you for your concern, my lord, but I have largely recovered from my ordeal, and I have naught but several scars to show for it. Which, I have been told, some women may find...appealing.
Emmanellain: I see! And to think I was worried sick over you! 
Honoroit:  I'm not sure I understand, my lord. 
'Emmanellain: Well, let's put that theory to the proof, shall we?
Honoroit: M...my lord.
Alphinaud: 'Twould seem that a great many things have occurred in my absence. i thought I might begin to make amends by welcoming you in person. 
Count Edmont de Fortemps: The messengers spared not their chocobos to bring us word of your victory in the grand melee. I cannot well describe our elation when we heard the news. It called to mind the day we rejoined the Eorzean Alliance, when I glimpsed hope rekindled in the eyes of the people. 
Lucia: The Fury Herself ushers us into a new era. Ser Aymeric, the time is now! 
Aymeric: Aye, that it is. Reconvene the conference and summon Vidofnir to Falcon's Nest. We will make peace with HRasevelgr's brood and hasten this bloody war to its end.
Lucia: Yes, Lord Commander!
Count Edmont de Fortemps: I will send word to Artoirel and bid him resume preparations. Emmanellain - you will place yourself at your brother's disposal. He will be glad of your assistance. (Emmanellain and Honoroit shrug to eachother, then bow and leave).
Thancred: No stopping it now, is there? We should inform Y'shtola and the others. 
Aymeric: My dear friend... I doubt I will ever be able to thank you enough. But when the conference is successfully concluded, I damn well mean to try. 

Speak with Alphinaud

Alphinaud: They say you dueled General Raubahn within a ring of flames. I did not think the man so ostentatious. Would that I could have seen it... After we parted ways in Matoya's Cave, I returned here to speak with Tataru. We agreed to tell the others only that our search for Minfilia had reached an impasse. I subsequently learned that you had left for Falcon's Nest, but I thought it best to keep to myself for a time. I am wont to rely on you overmuch when we are together, and I needed time to think. To reflect. I still do, I suspect, but matters here seemed to be coming to a head. In short, there are some things I feel I must say - though nothing so urgent that it cannot wait until after the conference. So let us make for Falcon's Nest, and see if Lord Artoirel has need of our assistance.

Speak with Artoirel in Falcon's Nest

Artoirel: Well met (Master/Mistress) [Forename], and thank you for looking after my brother. They say he fought bravely - that he did not dishonor his house. But you, my (lord/lady) - to you we owe everything. As you can see, we have made every effort to strike while the iron is hot. We made our intentions known, and that all would be welcome to attend. And so they came. By the grace of the Fury, they came. The ceremony will not be a lengthy affair, but there is still much to be done! I would speak with you more, but I must see to my duties. As for you and Master Alphinaud - you will do naught but enjoy yourselves, is that clear? If any dare beg your assistance again, I will have words. 

Speak with Alphinaud

Alphinaud: Well, there you have it. We have been forbidden from meddling. Shall we wait, or have you other matters to attend to before the ceremony begins?  (Wait with Alphinaud for the ceremony to begin/ See to other matters first). (Wait with Alphinaud for the ceremony to begin.)
Alphinaud: Excellent. I only hope Thancred and the others will not be late. Epochal events do not come around very often.

The ceremony

Lucia: The appointed hour approaches. 
Aymeric: Aye. (The Maid looks up at Aymeric).
Lucia: She begged leave to watch the proceedings. I saw no reason not to grant it.
Aymeric: (closes eyes). Should I choose to deviate from my prepared remarks, I ask that you trust in my judgment. 
Lucia: Have I ever done otherwise?  (Vidofnir flies in)

Vidofnir: Ah, how long it hath been since our peoples met thus, children of Thordan. Even by our reckoning. 
Aymeric: Vidofnir, daughter of Hraesvelgr, we give thanks for your visit and bid you welcome to Falcon's Nest.
Vidofnir: Our sire bade us hearken unto the whispers of our hearts. They spoke to us of a paradise lost - of bonds of brotherhood which they yearn to see restored. 
Aymeric: Ours too yearn for such a restoration. And they have guided us here this day, that they might yearn no longer. (Aymeric closes his eyes and looks to the crowd). Brothers and sisters, ye who stand as witness, hearken to me! Since the days of eld, when the bonds betwixt man and dragon were sundered by our hand, our peoples have known only war. Bloodshed without end, losses beyond counting - and still we fought. And still we fought. Some wounds do not heal. The dead cannot be returned to us. But we the living can choose another course. Here and now, we can lay down this burden - this hatred, this vengeance. Our forebears fought not so that we could die, but that we might live! So let us honor their sacrifice and spare our children this death sentence. Let us gift them a new legacy. Life! (The Maid cries).
Vidofnir: Betwixt our peoples yawneth a divide deeper than the deepest abyss; wider than the widest sea. Generations will live and die ere this divide is bridged. Knowing this, doth thy heart yet yearn for peace, son of Thordan? 
Aymeric: Look now on the legacy we would leave to our children. A dream of peace inscribed in stone for generations to come.  (Aymeric reveals the stonework representing the newfound peace to the crowd).
Vidofnir: Father and his beloved. As they were so long ago. Happy and at peace. The dream they shared shall be ours once more. 

???: Never! (Estinen leaps and stabs Vidofnir, spreading blood on the plaque. Vidofnir is immobile. Aymeric looses an arrow at Estinen, who blocks it.)
Estinen: Child of Dravania! Art thou grown so forgetful that thou wouldst forsake kith and kin, and consort with the spawn of Thordan? That thou wouldst dare contemplate peace! Hearken unto me, all of you! The final chorus is nigh, and all will be held to account! All will bathe in the flames of retribution! Till the coming of that day, look you on your sins and despair! For none shall 'scape my wrath. None shall 'scape my revenge! 
Alphinaud: Seven hells! (Estinen transforms into Nidhogg).
Alphinaud: Damn you, Nidhogg...
Disillusioned Lord: Hells take that wyrm! While he lives, we'll never know peace!
Distraught Lady: Aye, there'll be no end to this war to Nidhogg is dead and gone! 
Furious Man: So let's kill the bastard and be done with it! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg!
Angry Mob: Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg! Death to Nidhogg!

At night

 Alphinaud: There they go, the last of the guests. Having come hither with hope in their hearts, they depart with hatred and bloodlust... Until the moment I saw him strike, I still held some small hope that what you had seen in Azys Lla was...an illusion, perhaps. But he acted without hesitation...as did Ser Aymeric. For a mercy, Vidofnir's wound was not mortal, or so Lucia tells me. The dragon was spirited away to Anyx Trine to receive care from her brethren. We can but hope her recovery is swift. ...But such was surely Nidhogg's intent. To deliver a proclamation not only to the children of Thordan, but to his kindred. "War is coming, and ye who do not stand with us stand apart." She was an example - a message to her brood. Another instrument of his vengeance...like Estinen.