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Endwalker (Quest)

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{{Quest infobox
| title = Endwalker (Quest)
| image = endwalker.png
| description = The Scions of the Seventh Dawn stand ready for the finale.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 21.5
| location-y = 21.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 5000
| reward1 = 1 Argos Horn
| reward2 = 1 Wind-up Herois
| reward3 = 1 Endwalker - Footfalls Orchestrion Roll
| reward4 = 1 Flow Orchestrion Roll
| unlocks = dg The Dead Ends, tr The Final Day, ach That Its Chorus Might Ring for All
| prev-quest = You're Not Alone
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
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==Steps==
* Use the Duty Finder or Trust to enter the Dead Ends.
* Use the Duty Finder to confront the Endsinger in the Final Day.
* Defeat Zenos.
* Speak with your comrades.
* Speak with Tataru.

==Journal==
* Having come this far together, everyone's resolve is beyond doubt, and there is little left to say. All that remains is to sally forth into the Dead Ends on your way to your reckoning with Meteion.
* With your staunch comrades at your side, you cut a path through foes born of despair to arrive at the innermost part of the Dead Ends. Just beyond lies the heart of Meteion's dominion, and you steel yourself for the confrontation to come.
* After a journey through time immemorial and space immeasurable, you finally come face-to-face with the true Meteion. The familiar marshals the despair of countless ruined stars to arise as the Endsinger, and unleashes her might against you. Though you fight resolutely, one after another your comrades are overpowered, and it is all you can do to activate your teleporter and deliver them to safety. Just when it seems you must contend with your fearsome foe alone, help arrives in the most unexpected of forms—Zenos as a dragon. Though his foremost desire as ever remains glorious battle with you, he lends you his wings that you might first dispense with the distraction. Thus do you take to the air, to silence the song of oblivion once and for all.
* In a struggle between hope and despair, the stakes no less than the continued existence of life itself, the Endsinger brings her all to bear against you. More than once, the mighty being pushes you beyond your limits, but given strength by the prayers of your comrades, you weather the relentless onslaught to deliver the decisive blow. In defeat the Endsinger falls, and you descend after her.
* Amidst an endless darkness, you find Meteion alone, as the familiar she once was. You share with her all that you felt during your journeys—from sweetest triumphs to bitterest defeats—and by this act, she finally finds the answer which she had sought all along. Filled with joy for the discovery and remorse for her deeds, she offers to sing one last song before she falls forever silent—a song of hope unbridled—and creates a path to deliver you back to your comrades. But ere you leave, Zenos arrives to issue you challenge. Though he allows you the choice to walk away, it is past time to put an end to this chapter—and him.
* At the end of a grueling encounter, you succeed in laying Zenos low and gifting him the bliss for which he hungered. However, you succumb to your own injuries and collapse to the ground. Your opponent breathes his last, and it seems you are destined to share his grave at the edge of existence...
* Miracles happen every day. And this day, a miracle—one borne upon hopes, perhaps—has delivered you unto the Ragnarok, where you awaken surrounded by caring comrades. Though you have felt better, you are very much alive, and make a triumphant return to beautiful Etheirys, having delivered salvation to the world.
* Some time later, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn gather at the Rising Stones for the final time. For as has been decided, the order shall disband—albeit only in appearance. Having done its part to usher in lasting change, it will retreat from plain sight, and instead work unobtrusively to solve the problems that plague the realm. Ere you and your comrades go your separate ways, Tataru bids everyone leave no preparations undone or words unsaid.
* You take a moment to speak with each of your comrades, and hear their respective plans and aspirations. Though your destinations be disparate, and you will work apart for the foreseeable future, ever will you be united by your unseverable ties as Scions. Having said all that needs be said, you turn to inform Tataru that you are ready to set forth.
* Thus are the Final Days averted, and the curtain falls ona tale spanning eons. Gone are those ancient gods who had steered the course of the world, and none can say what lies ahead. Yet one thing is certain: where there is life, there is hope. A light that pierces the deepest darkness. And so long as we hold fast to it, ever will we shine a way unto the morrow. Bearing the memories of your journey thus far, of those whose lives you have touched, and who have touched you in turn, you look forward to the tales still to come.

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
'''Speak with your comrades.'''
* After talking to your comrades for the quest you can talk to them once more for more lore.

Urianger:
* Are you ready, Player?
* Then let us set forth for the reckoning.
* Having come this far, I know everyone's resolve is beyond doubt. So I will say only this.
* Within that dead sun swirls the emotions that Meteion has hoarded. The emotions of innumerable souls who strove for happiness but failed.
* As it was with the denizens of Ultima Thule that barred our way, it is not for us to rebuke and admonish.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twas not by passing judgment on the tragic legacies of others that we arrived at this moment.
* Rather, it was by opening our hearts to their despair─by understanding and acknowledging their fates, while still refusing to share in them ourselves. To hold fast to hope, not in ignorance but by choice.
* Should you struggle to do so, I am here to help. As you have all helped me.

All:
* Aye!

Long-forgotten Seashell:
* Why do you ask such a question? Do you not see the plague and pestilence that consumes us? Ours is a world of rancid blood and rotting flesh, where death is the only remedy to suffering. There is no meaning to be found in such misery. But it was not always thus... Beneath the waves we knew only peace and plenty. We wanted for not, and yet craved more, that our progeny might someday flourish as we never could. Eventually we ventured to the lands above bearing flame and iron, toppling any who dared oppose our might. The world was ours for the taking.
Long-forgotten Seashell:
* This world is not the boundless paradise we were promised. Our population quickly outstripped the habitable land, while seas we thought would shine forever blue ran dry, spoiled in forging the tools of conquest. Cramped homes turned to squalor, and then came the sickness. Our undoing─and the final blessing this star has to offer. We are no longer the fools we once were. Wheresoever life goes, death will follow. Indeed, existence is but the most painful path unto nothingness─and the wise embrace their obliteration wholeheartedly.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* That otherworldly beings should first grace us with their presence is a sign. Indeed, they understand that we─the Global Community─are possessed of the wisdom and compassion needed to guide this star back to the path of righteousness! Yet the Freedom Fighters dare to undermine us, inviting chaos to disrupt the order we labored so hard to build. They have forgotten the history of this star and its once myriad nations. The wars waged, the countless lives lost... They must to be brought to heel, the world united under a single standard, no matter the cost.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* We constructed the Peacekeeper, the pinnacle of engineering and technology. This mighty war machine was designed to rid us of the Freedom Fighters, as well as any other potential threats to the peace we have so long pined for. Its artificial intelligence ensures that this singular function is carried out with cold and calculating precision. Indeed, the 10,000 Peacekeeper units we created have now routed every threat to peace...including us. All that remains is to stand and fight.
Long-forgotten Essence:
* A curious traveler visited our star─a bird which proffered these questions: “What meaning does life hold? For what do you strive?” I could find no satisfactory answers, only bittersweet memories of an age long past. There was a time when we were lesser, and in our nescience sought purpose─struggled to justify life's worth. That was, of course, before we achieved perfection. Now, condemned to our paradise, we understand the fatuity of existence. Like the fledglings we once were, the poor bird could not accept the truth. It asked us again and again─hoping, perhaps, our answer might change.

Meteion:
* That you still stand... Your determination defies all reason.
* The souls within me writhe and recoil in your presence...
* What must I do? What pain must I visit upon you to make you surrender to despair?

Alisaie:
* No one is unbreakable. What pains one may weather may bring another to tears.
* But therein lies our strength, for when we fall, our brothers and sisters are there to raise us up. Again and again. Without end.

Meteion:
* I see...
* But no matter how much hope exists, ever will there be more despair.
* Ever will the living curse the present and lament the future.
* So shall we sing until life ceases to be.

Alphinaud:
* Seven hells!

Estinien:
* On your guard!

The Endsinger:
* Ahhh, the rage... It rises... Rises...

Meteion:
* Stop!
* Calm yourself. Please...

The Endsinger:
* We die in pain. We die in suffering! Who are you to live? Who are you to hope!?

Urianger:
* Hold on, my friends!

Alphinaud:
* Urianger, watch out!

Urianger:
* Alphinaud!

The Endsinger:
* We cannot comprehend. We cannot know. We cannot know!

Meteion:
* Don't, please! Don't do this to them. To yourself!

Alisaie:
* Just one good strike.

Meteion:
* Stop. Please, stop!

The Endsinger:
* We will not suffer alone...
* All will know our pain!

G'raha Tia:
* No you don't!

The Endsinger:
* All awash in ice. A frozen waste. Forever silent!

Alisaie:
* Wait!
* Don't!

The Endsinger:
* You gifted them escape.
* And rendered yourself powerless.
* Bereft of the synergy you claim is your strength. Unless you mean to call upon the dead once more.
* Defiant to the last. But you will be one with us ere long.
* You will be battered and torn and made to crawl. You will weep and wail and curse your impotence. Curse your life as it fades.
* As we did! As we died!
* Such pain and sorrow we felt... Such anguish and rage... We tried. We tried. But it was no use...
* Only when we surrendered did we find release. Only when we embraced death.
* So join us in despair...and embrace yours!
* My Ultimatum... What is happening...?

Zenos viator Galvus:
* At the end of everything I find you, my friend.
* I sought something in you, once. As you did in me.
* When at last I understood what it was, I journeyed to Sharlayan to seek you out. Struck a bargain with the woman who shares your gift.
* In exchange for lending the Scions my aid, I was given the means to come hither.
* Gorging upon what remained of the Mothercrystal, I reclaimed the form of the dragon. And hungry still for our reunion, I rode the light of the stars to you.
* I take it this is your prey.
* But why does it still live? Surely it is no match for you.
* I had assumed you would be above something so banal as despair. Am I mistaken?
* I care not. What I desire of you isn't succor. It is satisfaction.
* So come, let us dispense with this distraction, you and I!

The Endsinger:
* You struggle in vain. You will not silence our song of oblivion!

Meteion:
* No matter where we flew, there was only darkness and loneliness and pain.
* We couldn't find the answers Hermes yearned for. The answers he deserved.
* Greetings... You who are my final encounter...
* I wish to hear your words... Share your feelings... Know your thoughts.
* May we please...be friends?
* Yes, I can see them... The memories of a long, long journey...
* So many people... The thoughts of them overflowing in your heart...
* What they live for, what gives their lives meaning... There was never a single answer.
* You gather pieces of happiness, precious and fragile, only to lose them. Then start again.
* On and on it goes, until death takes you into its gentle embrace.
* That which Hermes sent us to find...was there all this time. On Etheirys.
* Like a field of flowers, perhaps. At first a single blossom, it spreads and takes on more colors.
* Thank you for guiding me here. To find these words at journey's end fills me with joy.
* And so, before I fall forever silent, there is one thing I must do.
* No expression of regret will undo what my sisters and I have done. Will restore what we have stolen.
* But if you would allow it, I would sing one last song. A song of the newfound joy that swells in my heart...
* Of the beauty of light when it shines across a dark and starless sea...
* Of a dream that from the soil of worlds now lost to sorrow, life will spring forth once more...
* ...Nourished by gentle rains and caressed by uplifting winds. A song of hope.
* One day, life will fill the universe again. And Hermes will see this and smile.
* How, I do not know. But I do know that, where there is a will, there is a way.
* After all, miracles happen every day, do they not?
* I will create a path back to your ship, where your dear friends await.
* Hold in your heart your desire to return to them, then follow my lead and walk forth.
* That hope will surely guide you true.

Zenos viator Galvus:
* You mean to return. To the world where you are hailed as a hero.
* Hear me then. Not as a hero, but as simply...you.
* As I learned in Ala Mhigo, you are a formidable foe.
* Stronger than any I have faced. Against you, I need bring my all to bear.
* I need burn through the candle of my life.
* This is the sole pleasure I know, and it is the sole pleasure I have to share.
* And so I come before you. To issue challenge and offer singular bliss.
* If you wish to walk away, I will not stop you.
* You value life. You do not burn yours save for reasons you deem worthy.
* Reasons such as those which brought you here. The salvation of a world and its people. The motives of a hero true.
* But there is more to you than that. You know this to be true.
* As surely as you know the thrill of pushing your body and soul to their limits. Of confronting ever-mightier foes, dancing ever closer to the precipice, wondering if this will be the one to finally, finally...fill the void.
* Such pleasures, you seek for their own sake, and no other reason. Is this not so...adventurer?

'''''"That, I can't deny."''''

Zenos viator Galvus:
* Acceptance. At long last.
* The conflagration of our clash will scorch even the stars!
* That I should lose again...
* How disappointing.
* Never have I understood those around me. Understood their obsessions.
* Besieged by their banality, the world was a mire of tedium and trivialities.
* But in these fleeting moments, there is...a spark. Blinding, brilliant...
* Gone...too soon...
* What of you, my mirror? Born into this world, bestowed name, bid to seek out strife and adventure...
* Was this life a gift...or a burden?
* Did you find...fulfillment?
* I...

Alisaie:
* You can't leave us... Not like this...
* If you do, I'll never forgive you... So, come on! Open your eyes and get up!

Alphinaud:
* Are you...are you with us?
* Thank the heavens... For a moment we thought...

'''''"Is everyone all right?"'''''

G'raha Tia:
* After what you've done, you're the last person...
* ...To be asking that.
* You... How can you keep your promise if you're not here?

Estinien:
* Another fine show you've put on, my friend.

Y'shtola:
* A fine show indeed...
* What were you thinking, fighting alone? Never do that again. My poor heart couldn't bear it.

Thancred:
* Put yourself in our place. If you hadn't returned, how do you think we would feel? And if that sounds harsh...it's because we care.

Urianger:
* We tended to thy wounds as best we could, but how is the pain?
* That is gladdening. Grievous as thine injuries were, however, I would counsel repose for a time.

Alisaie:
* Gladdening!?
* There's nothing gladdening about this!
* When Meteion appeared in here and told us that you were right behind her, we all got our hopes up. But you never came!
* And when you finally deign to appear, you're within an ilm of your life!
* Damn you! Damn you for making us worry!

Livingway:
* Ah, those were cries of celebration.
* Anyway, what the important thing is that you're all alive and in reasonably good health, and we mean to get you back that way.
* As for your earlier request, I'm quite certain we're in range to make contact now.

Thancred:
* Ah, excellent. Let us announce our return at once.
* I hope you're ready.

Alphinaud:
* While you were unconscious, we set out from Ultima Thule, you see.
* Can you stand? If so, you may wish to see what's outside.
* We're home, my friend. We're home!

Erenville:
* Is that...?
* It is! It's the Ragnarok! They're back!

Tataru:
* Welcome home, everyone!
* Welcome home!
* There you are, Alphinaud!
* Everyone is already gathered in the foyer!

Alphinaud:
* My apologies. I'll be right there.
* Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Alisaie:
* What could you possibly have left to do now?

Alphinaud:
* Oh, just a letter.

Thancred:
* I imagine it will be a while before we can gather like this again.

Y'shtola:
* So it must be if we're to keep up appearances.
* From now on, it falls to the Grand Company of Eorzea and its allies to deal with the realm's crises.

Urianger:
* Meanwhile, we shall return to our erstwhile ways.
* Retreating from plain sight to take our place in the shadows once more.

Alphinaud:
* Indeed. For the foreseeable future, I expect that we must work independently as we seek out problems that want for solving.
* But a day will come when we face another great challenge. And we will face it together, as we always have.

Krile:
* As much as I look forward to that day, I do hope it doesn't come any time soon...

Estinien:
* Well, formal association or no, if any of you should require my services, you need but ask.
* I'll be glad to keep my lance arm honed.

Thancred:
* I'll hold you to that, so you had better keep your linkpearl on hand.

Alisaie:
* So, you really mean to stay, Tataru?

Tataru:
* Someone has to keep the Rising Stones in proper order, and even a super-secret organization requires a super-secret base of operations.
* To the rest of the world, it will be naught more than a workshop for Eorzea's foremost up-and-coming artisan!
* If you thought our coffers were full to bursting before, just wait till I can devote myself wholly to the crafts.

Alisaie:
* Plotting to build a mercantile empire to rival that of Lord Lolorito, are we?

G'raha Tia:
* I, for one, look forward to your future successes, Tataru, as do I our next meeting.

Tataru:
* And with that, I believe it is past time you all made ready to depart.
* Leave no preparations undone or words unsaid, all right? Now, off with you!

G'raha Tia:
* Oh, Player. Might you have a moment to talk?
* With the Scions stepping away from the public eye, I've been left to consider what new endeavors I might pursue.
* And after speaking with Krile, I've decided. I will be assisting her in rebuilding the Students of Baldesion.
* Not only am I indebted to Master Galuf for giving me a new home, but had our order never existed, I would have never set foot within the Crystal Tower.
* How different my life might have been...
* I would have never met you. Never become caretaker of the tower. Never become a Scion.
* You gave me the chance to do so much good, and I hope to continue to do so with the Students.
* For an added benefit, new mysteries often find their way to our doorsteps─mysteries that could prove ideal for fulfilling our promise: to embark on a new adventure together, unlike any we've experienced before!
* Whenever you have the time and inclination, my friend, I stand ready to accompany you unto the unknown!
* ...Do you recall in the realm of the Omicrons, when I asked if you thought I may someday be mentioned in your epic?
* While 'tis true that to earn a place at your side would be the stuff of dreams...
* In the end, nothing would give me greater joy than to stand with you in the here and now!
* It needn't be some grand endeavor. There needn't be a promise. Whenever adventure calls, I won't hesitate to invite you...and I hope that you will do the same for me.
* Hah, I'll hold you to that!
* ...As much as we have already seen, there's still so much we haven't. Who knows─perhaps we will even encounter survivors of the Omicrons somewhere out there.
* After all, given how they took to the stars, it isn't implausible that some found themselves far from home.
* And should we encounter a wayward traveler awaiting commands that will never come...
* I would bid them seek adventure with someone, and with that partner find new purpose. A new dream.
* For if crystals can hold fast to dreams, why not Omicrons?
* Wherever your plans may lead, do not hesitate to send word. And should a commission of interest come my way, you will be the first to know!

Y'shtola:
* Oh, are we saying our farewells, too? I hadn't, at present, planned on a journey of any great length...
* ...Not that I am averse to a moment or two of quiet reminiscence.
* In fact, there was something I'd been meaning to ask you─something that has been in my thoughts since the last flames of the Final Days subsided.
* During our travels, we have witnessed more than a lifetime's worth of oddities and spectacles. More than can be easily recalled or remembered...
* And nestled amongst those memories are certain essential facts─the history of Etheirys and the ancients; glimpses of the Ea─of their culture and philosophy.
* Rather than simply hoard such treasures in my mind, I wonder if I should not be disseminating them in formal records for wider consumption.
* When needed, I have penned reports and prepared briefings... But ever have I balked at the idea of binding the subject of my studies in a book or tablet.
* Truth is given shape in interpretation. When we seek to capture it with our words, it is invariably molded to fit a narrative─no matter how well-intentioned the rendering.
* An event is described as “sad.” A summation which fails to express the emotional complexity. Yet the word on the page is what endures. A pale shadow of reality.
* Throughout history, some have deliberately embellished the truth, but I believe many─if not most─deviations are the result of similar linguistic shortcomings, piling one upon the other, until the end result is unrecognizable from its origin.
* Which is why I fear that writing an account in my own words would be akin to diluting fine wine with water.
* Yet even with the potential for corrupted meaning, I do of course realize the importance of keeping written records. Without them, my search for wisdom would be a painful affair indeed.
* But what say you on this matter? Should I take up the quill? Reflect upon those experiences only we have shared, and seek to preserve them for posterity?
* Very well, then. I shall endeavor to pen what I can of the Ea, and the ancients, and of so many other wonders.
* But I am no scribe. It will be less a polished work, and more a reordering of scattered notes...
* In any case, I feel much better for having sought your opinion. Left to our own devices, we tend to overthink such things.
* I will otherwise return to following where my curiosity leads. After all, a safe method of travel to the First yet eludes me, and our venture into the great expanse has prompted an entirely new set of questions!
* Should you stumble into the unknown, or struggle with some impenetrable mystery, know that I am at your beck and call.
* It never hurts to see things from a different perspective, and mine is rather different than most!

Estinien:
* ...If you have something to say, then out with it.
* What, I thought you adventurers had any number of ways to earn coin. And though the Scions' mode of operation has changed, we should be compensated as before.
* In any case, I do not want for options. Even if some are worse than others...
* No sooner did Aymeric hear about our disbandment than he offered me a position as a guardsman in the Empyreum district. As a former Azure Dragoon, I'm guaranteed to be popular, he said.
* Who does he take me for!? Even without his meddling, I'm perfectly capable of finding employment─and have!
* Some days ago, a Hannish envoy arrived with word from Vrtra. The wyrm requests my presence as soon as things have settled here.
* He didn't deign to mention why I'm needed, but it pertains to dragons, like as not.
* In Thavnair, like elsewhere, the phenomena caused by the Final Days abated when you defeated Meteion.
* Though it was too late for those who had already transformed, life is beginning to return to normal for the survivors.
* Of those who sought refuge in Sharlayan, most have already returned home.
* But many do not have a home to return to, nor loved ones. By an arrangement between Vrtra and the Forum, such souls may remain in Sharlayan if they wish, to work and study.
* Vrtra was always the satrap in truth. It's gratifying to see him become one in name as well─one who has the complete confidence of his people, if the envoy's tone was any indication.
* Hmph, I often find myself speaking favorably of dragons of late...
* Not so long ago, I would have assumed his benevolence hid ulterior motives. But 'tis clear he cares for his people, and they in turn revere him.
* To know such a nation may flourish is...comforting.
* Vrtra's kin sought release from conflict. So weary were they of the suffering it wrought, they surrendered to oblivion.
* But Midgardsormr didn't give up. In hope he made the journey to distant Etheirys with his clutch of eggs.
* And though his progeny went on to be embroiled in conflict with men, there were times when they transcended hatred to abide in harmony.
* That is their legacy and their triumph.
* In my lance, I feel the weight of their struggle and the strength of their resolve. And it lends me strength.
* These things, I might never have learned had I not joined you.
* Should you ever have need of me, I will come. At the very least, it might be an opportunity to earn coin.

Thancred:
* Ah, our champion and savior. I was beginning to think my chance for an audience would never come!
* ...Ahem, that sounded more amusing in my head. Speaking of heads, I was worried about yours─and the rest of you, for that matter. On the mend, I trust?
* Glad to hear it. You were in a bad way, and healing magicks or no, I'm impressed by how swiftly you've recovered...
* Then again, 'tis hardly the first time you've cheated death. Your strength of will has never failed to astonish me.
* Look at what you've accomplished. Meteion defeated, her song of oblivion cut short. The Source and all her reflections delivered from the Final Days.
* If you had faltered at the last, then all hope would have been lost. But you held fast.
* Now Ryne has a tomorrow to look forward to, and I could ask for no greater gift than that.
* As for a lesser gift, however... The next time you see her, I would appreciate you not describing my travel plans with Urianger as “aimless wandering.”
* We've a purpose in our roaming, after all: keeping an eye on things in the absence of the Scions on the world stage.
* There'll never be an end to the little problems that go untended by nations. We will do our best to help out where and when we can.
* ...Which I suppose is an approach not far removed from “aimless wandering” when you get down to it.
* Perhaps you could tell her I am faring well, and leave it at that, eh?
* No need to mention this feeling of being uprooted...
* I've never been one to stand still for long, but when I think of home, 'tis the Rising Stones which comes to mind. How many times have we set out from this base, thence to return when our work was done?
* On the day the Scions came together, I only hoped for Minfilia to find a place where she belonged...but never did I expect to find one here for myself.
* Indulge me, Player. I have a question for you─and imagine Minfilia herself is asking.
* Are you glad you joined the Scions?
* Aye, I can honestly say the same.
* But all good things must come to an end...at least for a time.
* Should you need a helping hand for infiltration or reconnaissance, you know who to ask. I'll come running, and you'll likely get a certain “funny-talking fortune-teller” into the bargain.

Urianger:
* Player, thou hast spoken with our comrades?
* Though this parting be not forevermore, 'tis nonetheless occasion for sorrow. Akin to a pixie's path, the navigation of such farewells is a perilous endeavor indeed...
* For their part, however, the Loporrits embark upon a new beginning.
* Though bereft of its purpose as a vessel, the moon yet remaineth hospitable for the creatures of Etheirys.
* Thus do our lunar visitors convene with the Forum, intent upon assigning some new and beneficial role to our solitary satellite.
* Yet ere that may come to pass, there is much and more each party must learn of the other─a process which doth promise to be eventful indeed.
* To that end, a cadre of Loporrits hath gleefully dispersed across our lands in the name of mutual understanding.
* Hydaelyn, 'tis said, did imbue them with Her love for all things born of this star...
* ...And 'tis Venat's own nature, I believe, which doth manifest in this irrepressible, inexhaustible curiosity of theirs.
* Having witnessed that which they strove to achieve, I wish most keenly for their long labors to be rewarded─that their abiding affection for man result in a boon for all.
* Moreover, I hope to continue our acquaintance, and share in such knowledge as they see fit to impart...
* I...did not wish to presume.
* Aye, I would be honored should they consider me a friend.
* For 'tis certainly true that I have grown fond of their company.
* Ah, but I shall digress no further. This day should belong to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn; to mine incomparable companions.
* Ofttimes hath mine reticence caused thee grief, and mine actions spurred allies to suspect betrayal...
* And yet, here amongst you I still stand. No amount of words could express my gratitude for thine acceptance and forgiveness.
* Thus instead, I do proffer my humble support.
* Be it unto the deepest abyss or the highest heavens, even if I must needs founder 'cross stormy seas, ever shall I answer thy summons.

Alisaie:
* Player! Seen to your preparations, have you?
* I'm just making another sweep of my belongings. Wouldn't do to find I've forgotten something halfway to my destination...
* Oh, in case you hadn't heard, we've received new reports detailing the devastation caused by the Final Days.
* It appears the situation is gravest in the lands surrounding the Bounty, where the sky first began to burn.
* After that, the calamity was observed in the far north─in Garlemald and the frozen lands beyond.
* We also had reports of the heavens catching fire in isolated locations, one of which was an area in the Northern Empty. Had our quest taken any longer, Sharlayan too may have come under threat.
* Thank goodness it's over now.
* To be sure, blasphemies and lesser beasts may still be roaming about, but these localized crises should be well within the capacities of each nation to handle on their own. The Scions are no longer needed.
* Which isn't to say that we won't help out where we can, of course. As individuals─no more of this order business.
* For my part, I'll be heading to Garlemald with Alphinaud. They were among the worst affected, and still need all the help they can get.
* It won't be easy...
* An inevitable part of aiding those in need is coming face-to-face with tragedy.
* Knowing it doesn't make it any easier, though. That I'll curse my weakness. My inability to fix every problem and save every lost soul.
* But no matter how much it hurts, I won't give up.
* I'll do what I can for as many people as I can, begrudging no effort.
* And should I find myself discouraged, I'll remember you. Think back fondly to one of your many moments of triumph and the accompanying determined expression.
* Even those that still annoy me in retrospect, like when you activated the teleporter without warning!
* And should you hear about me, I want you to remember too.
* Remember that I'm out there somewhere, trying my very best.
* N-Not that I'm trying to become famous or anything...
* That being said...
* The next time we meet, I'll be vastly improved. So don't be surprised when you find yourself marveling at me!

Alphinaud:
* Oh, Player. Pray forgive me for delaying the gathering.
* I was writing a letter, you see. To my parents.
* As busy as Father has been, tending the aftermath of the exodus, he has been good enough to show concern for the Scions.
* And besides...I've made them worry enough for a lifetime. Henceforth, I will endeavor to write as often as I am able.
* A little effort to set their minds at ease while we continue to be away from Sharlayan.
* Both Alisaie and I are off to assist with Garlemald's recovery, you see. Though uncertainty remains over what will become of the nation, we cannot well leave the capital in its present state.
* We will rejoin those members of the Ilsabard contingent still stationed there. Lucia and Maxima helm the relief effort, with support from our allies─the people of Garlemald among them.
* They will gradually be joined by those who have finished treating the tempered across the lands.
* Lest you misunderstand, we do not seek redemption for failing Licinia and her sister. That is a burden we must always bear.
* Nay, we go because of the truth in Lord Quintus's words.
* The truth that, whatever ideals individuals may espouse, nations are not moved to action unless they stand to benefit...
* For the foreseeable future, the fallen Empire will be at the mercy of both internal and external forces.
* And though I do not doubt the intentions of the contingent, with greater powers involved in the relief effort, our allies may well find themselves drawn into a political agenda.
* In going, we seek to ensure that the needs of the people come first. To understand their hearts, that we might better help them to begin anew.
* Write you letters? Of course I would be glad to do so...
* But I would be gladder still were you to come and visit, and I believe I speak for Alisaie as well.
* For fairly as long as I've been in Eorzea, you've been at my side. Watching over me, in good times and in bad.
* How many times have we gathered to share tidings... None could possibly keep count.
* The world is changing and will continue to do so. Yet no matter what the future brings, I hope that I can ever look to you...
* In good times and in bad. As a dependable comrade and dear friend both.
* Thank you, Player. From the bottom of my heart.

Krile:
* Oh, Player. How are you feeling? Any lingering aches or pains?
* I can't apologize enough for sending Zenos to find you in Ultima Thule...
* When he came to me in Sharlayan, I was truly torn. As ever, there was only one thing on his mind.
* Forced to make a decision, I reasoned that, if he would not be deterred from seeking you out, he might at least aid us in our cause. And so I struck a bargain...
* In the end, he was true to his word, and you defeated him despite your earlier exertions. But knowing the state you were found in, it could have ended very differently.
* My decision almost cost you your life, and no words could express the remorse I feel...
* It is a relief to hear you say that. Thank you.
* Time and time again, I've been made to feel woefully inadequate.
* I wasn't much use in battle, nor could I face the Forum without my nerves getting the better of me. It always fell to you and the others.
* I must─and will─do better.
* And I shall begin with the restoration of the Students of Baldesion. Through our work, Sharlayan will strengthen its ties with other nations, that we may be better prepared to face whatever threats arise in future.
* Of course, this isn't something I can accomplish alone. But thankfully, I have the staunchest of help in Raha and Ojika and our other remaining members. Together, we'll continue Grandfather's work.
* As before, certain commissions will take us to dangerous locales, and we may need to call upon seasoned adventurers.
* In such times, might you be willing to assist us? Not because you feel obliged, mind you, but because you feel allure for the task itself.
* Marvelous. Should something of interest arise, I shan't hesitate to reach out to you.
* Until that day, I shall endeavor to become a more dependable comrade.

Tataru:
* Spoken your fill, have you? If so, I'm thinking to send everyone off.
* With your permission, then!
* Your attention please! At risk of spoiling the mood, the time of departure is upon us.
* In my capacity as your receptionist, I bid you all safe journeys. Till next we meet...be well!

Alisaie:
* I suppose we're off to Garlemald, then.
* Though we ought to speak with Lord Aymeric first. If he's received word of any recent developments, we need to know.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twould be prudent to purchase some warmer clothes at least. Mayhap we can pick up a few souvenirs for Jullus and the others while we're at it.

Alisaie:
* Where will you all be heading next?

Y'shtola:
* Dravania. There is a book I have been meaning to borrow from the Great Gubal Library.
* And I can think of at least one person who will be most displeased should I fail to visit before leaving.

Thancred:
* We've no particular destination in mind, but we do intend to stop in Sharlayan before we set off.

Urianger:
* We had thought to ask after the Loporrits. I am curious as to how well those who chose to remain are adapting to their changed circumstances.

Krile:
* Might we accompany you, then? Raha and I were planning to return to the Baldesion Annex.

G'raha Tia:
* Commissions have been piling up in our absence, and they must be dealt with ere we begin our work in earnest.

Alphinaud:
* Estinien. You will return to Radz-at-Han, will you not?

Estinien:
* Aye. For Vrtra's benefit, though I've yet to hear the details. I may not stay long.

Alphinaud:
* I see. Then it is here the Scions at last part ways, each to some far-flung corner of the realm.

Y'shtola:
* Perhaps. But I believe one of our number─a rather important one, at that─has yet to divulge her plans.

Estinien:
* Quite right.

Urianger:
* Indeed...

G'raha Tia:
* Fair point!

Alphinaud:
* So. What's next for our humble adventurer?

???:
* The constancy of this place never ceases to amaze me. An ocean of souls, shimmering and eternal.
* And yet...something stirs...
* Yes... Steeped in darkness deep as starless night, the beast hungers.
* Alas, I dare not investigate in earnest before the coming of my guiding star, as she foretold.
* We shall descend to the depths, you and I, to confront the dread beast Pandæmonium.
* Oh, the sights we shall see. The sights we shall see.

Endwalker (Quest)

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Telsak: /* Journal */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Endwalker (Quest)
| image = endwalker.png
| description = The Scions of the Seventh Dawn stand ready for the finale.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 21.5
| location-y = 21.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 5000
| reward1 = 1 Argos Horn
| reward2 = 1 Wind-up Herois
| reward3 = 1 Endwalker - Footfalls Orchestrion Roll
| reward4 = 1 Flow Orchestrion Roll
| unlocks = dg The Dead Ends, tr The Final Day, ach That Its Chorus Might Ring for All
| prev-quest = You're Not Alone
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Use the Duty Finder or Trust to enter the Dead Ends.
* Use the Duty Finder to confront the Endsinger in the Final Day.
* Defeat Zenos.
* Speak with your comrades.
* Speak with Tataru.

==Journal==
* Having come this far together, everyone's resolve is beyond doubt, and there is little left to say. All that remains is to sally forth into the Dead Ends on your way to your reckoning with Meteion.
* With your staunch comrades at your side, you cut a path through foes born of despair to arrive at the innermost part of the Dead Ends. Just beyond lies the heart of Meteion's dominion, and you steel yourself for the confrontation to come.
* After a journey through time immemorial and space immeasurable, you finally come face-to-face with the true Meteion. The familiar marshals the despair of countless ruined stars to arise as the Endsinger, and unleashes her might against you. Though you fight resolutely, one after another your comrades are overpowered, and it is all you can do to activate your teleporter and deliver them to safety. Just when it seems you must contend with your fearsome foe alone, help arrives in the most unexpected of forms—Zenos as a dragon. Though his foremost desire as ever remains glorious battle with you, he lends you his wings that you might first dispense with the distraction. Thus do you take to the air, to silence the song of oblivion once and for all.
* In a struggle between hope and despair, the stakes no less than the continued existence of life itself, the Endsinger brings her all to bear against you. More than once, the mighty being pushes you beyond your limits, but given strength by the prayers of your comrades, you weather the relentless onslaught to deliver the decisive blow. In defeat the Endsinger falls, and you descend after her.
* Amidst an endless darkness, you find Meteion alone, as the familiar she once was. You share with her all that you felt during your journeys—from sweetest triumphs to bitterest defeats—and by this act, she finally finds the answer which she had sought all along. Filled with joy for the discovery and remorse for her deeds, she offers to sing one last song before she falls forever silent—a song of hope unbridled—and creates a path to deliver you back to your comrades. But ere you leave, Zenos arrives to issue you challenge. Though he allows you the choice to
walk away, it is past time to put an end to this chapter—and him.
* At the end of a grueling encounter, you succeed in laying Zenos low and gifting him the bliss for which he hungered. However, you succumb to your own injuries and collapse to the ground. Your opponent breathes his last, and it seems you are destined to share his grave at the edge of existence...
* Miracles happen every day. And this day, a miracle—one borne upon hopes, perhaps—has delivered you unto the Ragnarok, where you awaken surrounded by caring comrades. Though you have felt better, you are very much alive, and make a triumphant return to beautiful Etheirys, having delivered salvation to the world.
* Some time later, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn gather at the Rising Stones for the final time. For as has been decided, the order shall disband—albeit only in appearance. Having done its part to usher in lasting change, it will retreat from plain sight, and instead work unobtrusively to solve the problems that plague the realm. Ere you and your comrades go your separate ways, Tataru bids everyone leave no preparations undone or words unsaid.
* You take a moment to speak with each of your comrades, and hear their respective plans and aspirations. Though your destinations be disparate, and you will work apart for the foreseeable future, ever will you be united by your unseverable ties as Scions. Having said all that needs be said, you turn to inform Tataru that you are ready to set forth.
* Thus are the Final Days averted, and the curtain falls ona tale spanning eons. Gone are those ancient gods who had steered the course of the world, and none can say what lies ahead. Yet one thing is certain: where there is life, there is hope. A light that pierces the deepest darkness. And so long as we hold fast to it, ever will we shine a way unto the morrow. Bearing the memories of your journey thus far, of those whose lives you have touched, and who have touched you in turn, you look forward to the tales still to come.

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
'''Speak with your comrades.'''
* After talking to your comrades for the quest you can talk to them once more for more lore.

Urianger:
* Are you ready, Player?
* Then let us set forth for the reckoning.
* Having come this far, I know everyone's resolve is beyond doubt. So I will say only this.
* Within that dead sun swirls the emotions that Meteion has hoarded. The emotions of innumerable souls who strove for happiness but failed.
* As it was with the denizens of Ultima Thule that barred our way, it is not for us to rebuke and admonish.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twas not by passing judgment on the tragic legacies of others that we arrived at this moment.
* Rather, it was by opening our hearts to their despair─by understanding and acknowledging their fates, while still refusing to share in them ourselves. To hold fast to hope, not in ignorance but by choice.
* Should you struggle to do so, I am here to help. As you have all helped me.

All:
* Aye!

Long-forgotten Seashell:
* Why do you ask such a question? Do you not see the plague and pestilence that consumes us? Ours is a world of rancid blood and rotting flesh, where death is the only remedy to suffering. There is no meaning to be found in such misery. But it was not always thus... Beneath the waves we knew only peace and plenty. We wanted for not, and yet craved more, that our progeny might someday flourish as we never could. Eventually we ventured to the lands above bearing flame and iron, toppling any who dared oppose our might. The world was ours for the taking.
Long-forgotten Seashell:
* This world is not the boundless paradise we were promised. Our population quickly outstripped the habitable land, while seas we thought would shine forever blue ran dry, spoiled in forging the tools of conquest. Cramped homes turned to squalor, and then came the sickness. Our undoing─and the final blessing this star has to offer. We are no longer the fools we once were. Wheresoever life goes, death will follow. Indeed, existence is but the most painful path unto nothingness─and the wise embrace their obliteration wholeheartedly.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* That otherworldly beings should first grace us with their presence is a sign. Indeed, they understand that we─the Global Community─are possessed of the wisdom and compassion needed to guide this star back to the path of righteousness! Yet the Freedom Fighters dare to undermine us, inviting chaos to disrupt the order we labored so hard to build. They have forgotten the history of this star and its once myriad nations. The wars waged, the countless lives lost... They must to be brought to heel, the world united under a single standard, no matter the cost.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* We constructed the Peacekeeper, the pinnacle of engineering and technology. This mighty war machine was designed to rid us of the Freedom Fighters, as well as any other potential threats to the peace we have so long pined for. Its artificial intelligence ensures that this singular function is carried out with cold and calculating precision. Indeed, the 10,000 Peacekeeper units we created have now routed every threat to peace...including us. All that remains is to stand and fight.
Long-forgotten Essence:
* A curious traveler visited our star─a bird which proffered these questions: “What meaning does life hold? For what do you strive?” I could find no satisfactory answers, only bittersweet memories of an age long past. There was a time when we were lesser, and in our nescience sought purpose─struggled to justify life's worth. That was, of course, before we achieved perfection. Now, condemned to our paradise, we understand the fatuity of existence. Like the fledglings we once were, the poor bird could not accept the truth. It asked us again and again─hoping, perhaps, our answer might change.

Meteion:
* That you still stand... Your determination defies all reason.
* The souls within me writhe and recoil in your presence...
* What must I do? What pain must I visit upon you to make you surrender to despair?

Alisaie:
* No one is unbreakable. What pains one may weather may bring another to tears.
* But therein lies our strength, for when we fall, our brothers and sisters are there to raise us up. Again and again. Without end.

Meteion:
* I see...
* But no matter how much hope exists, ever will there be more despair.
* Ever will the living curse the present and lament the future.
* So shall we sing until life ceases to be.

Alphinaud:
* Seven hells!

Estinien:
* On your guard!

The Endsinger:
* Ahhh, the rage... It rises... Rises...

Meteion:
* Stop!
* Calm yourself. Please...

The Endsinger:
* We die in pain. We die in suffering! Who are you to live? Who are you to hope!?

Urianger:
* Hold on, my friends!

Alphinaud:
* Urianger, watch out!

Urianger:
* Alphinaud!

The Endsinger:
* We cannot comprehend. We cannot know. We cannot know!

Meteion:
* Don't, please! Don't do this to them. To yourself!

Alisaie:
* Just one good strike.

Meteion:
* Stop. Please, stop!

The Endsinger:
* We will not suffer alone...
* All will know our pain!

G'raha Tia:
* No you don't!

The Endsinger:
* All awash in ice. A frozen waste. Forever silent!

Alisaie:
* Wait!
* Don't!

The Endsinger:
* You gifted them escape.
* And rendered yourself powerless.
* Bereft of the synergy you claim is your strength. Unless you mean to call upon the dead once more.
* Defiant to the last. But you will be one with us ere long.
* You will be battered and torn and made to crawl. You will weep and wail and curse your impotence. Curse your life as it fades.
* As we did! As we died!
* Such pain and sorrow we felt... Such anguish and rage... We tried. We tried. But it was no use...
* Only when we surrendered did we find release. Only when we embraced death.
* So join us in despair...and embrace yours!
* My Ultimatum... What is happening...?

Zenos viator Galvus:
* At the end of everything I find you, my friend.
* I sought something in you, once. As you did in me.
* When at last I understood what it was, I journeyed to Sharlayan to seek you out. Struck a bargain with the woman who shares your gift.
* In exchange for lending the Scions my aid, I was given the means to come hither.
* Gorging upon what remained of the Mothercrystal, I reclaimed the form of the dragon. And hungry still for our reunion, I rode the light of the stars to you.
* I take it this is your prey.
* But why does it still live? Surely it is no match for you.
* I had assumed you would be above something so banal as despair. Am I mistaken?
* I care not. What I desire of you isn't succor. It is satisfaction.
* So come, let us dispense with this distraction, you and I!

The Endsinger:
* You struggle in vain. You will not silence our song of oblivion!

Meteion:
* No matter where we flew, there was only darkness and loneliness and pain.
* We couldn't find the answers Hermes yearned for. The answers he deserved.
* Greetings... You who are my final encounter...
* I wish to hear your words... Share your feelings... Know your thoughts.
* May we please...be friends?
* Yes, I can see them... The memories of a long, long journey...
* So many people... The thoughts of them overflowing in your heart...
* What they live for, what gives their lives meaning... There was never a single answer.
* You gather pieces of happiness, precious and fragile, only to lose them. Then start again.
* On and on it goes, until death takes you into its gentle embrace.
* That which Hermes sent us to find...was there all this time. On Etheirys.
* Like a field of flowers, perhaps. At first a single blossom, it spreads and takes on more colors.
* Thank you for guiding me here. To find these words at journey's end fills me with joy.
* And so, before I fall forever silent, there is one thing I must do.
* No expression of regret will undo what my sisters and I have done. Will restore what we have stolen.
* But if you would allow it, I would sing one last song. A song of the newfound joy that swells in my heart...
* Of the beauty of light when it shines across a dark and starless sea...
* Of a dream that from the soil of worlds now lost to sorrow, life will spring forth once more...
* ...Nourished by gentle rains and caressed by uplifting winds. A song of hope.
* One day, life will fill the universe again. And Hermes will see this and smile.
* How, I do not know. But I do know that, where there is a will, there is a way.
* After all, miracles happen every day, do they not?
* I will create a path back to your ship, where your dear friends await.
* Hold in your heart your desire to return to them, then follow my lead and walk forth.
* That hope will surely guide you true.

Zenos viator Galvus:
* You mean to return. To the world where you are hailed as a hero.
* Hear me then. Not as a hero, but as simply...you.
* As I learned in Ala Mhigo, you are a formidable foe.
* Stronger than any I have faced. Against you, I need bring my all to bear.
* I need burn through the candle of my life.
* This is the sole pleasure I know, and it is the sole pleasure I have to share.
* And so I come before you. To issue challenge and offer singular bliss.
* If you wish to walk away, I will not stop you.
* You value life. You do not burn yours save for reasons you deem worthy.
* Reasons such as those which brought you here. The salvation of a world and its people. The motives of a hero true.
* But there is more to you than that. You know this to be true.
* As surely as you know the thrill of pushing your body and soul to their limits. Of confronting ever-mightier foes, dancing ever closer to the precipice, wondering if this will be the one to finally, finally...fill the void.
* Such pleasures, you seek for their own sake, and no other reason. Is this not so...adventurer?

'''''"That, I can't deny."''''

Zenos viator Galvus:
* Acceptance. At long last.
* The conflagration of our clash will scorch even the stars!
* That I should lose again...
* How disappointing.
* Never have I understood those around me. Understood their obsessions.
* Besieged by their banality, the world was a mire of tedium and trivialities.
* But in these fleeting moments, there is...a spark. Blinding, brilliant...
* Gone...too soon...
* What of you, my mirror? Born into this world, bestowed name, bid to seek out strife and adventure...
* Was this life a gift...or a burden?
* Did you find...fulfillment?
* I...

Alisaie:
* You can't leave us... Not like this...
* If you do, I'll never forgive you... So, come on! Open your eyes and get up!

Alphinaud:
* Are you...are you with us?
* Thank the heavens... For a moment we thought...

'''''"Is everyone all right?"'''''

G'raha Tia:
* After what you've done, you're the last person...
* ...To be asking that.
* You... How can you keep your promise if you're not here?

Estinien:
* Another fine show you've put on, my friend.

Y'shtola:
* A fine show indeed...
* What were you thinking, fighting alone? Never do that again. My poor heart couldn't bear it.

Thancred:
* Put yourself in our place. If you hadn't returned, how do you think we would feel? And if that sounds harsh...it's because we care.

Urianger:
* We tended to thy wounds as best we could, but how is the pain?
* That is gladdening. Grievous as thine injuries were, however, I would counsel repose for a time.

Alisaie:
* Gladdening!?
* There's nothing gladdening about this!
* When Meteion appeared in here and told us that you were right behind her, we all got our hopes up. But you never came!
* And when you finally deign to appear, you're within an ilm of your life!
* Damn you! Damn you for making us worry!

Livingway:
* Ah, those were cries of celebration.
* Anyway, what the important thing is that you're all alive and in reasonably good health, and we mean to get you back that way.
* As for your earlier request, I'm quite certain we're in range to make contact now.

Thancred:
* Ah, excellent. Let us announce our return at once.
* I hope you're ready.

Alphinaud:
* While you were unconscious, we set out from Ultima Thule, you see.
* Can you stand? If so, you may wish to see what's outside.
* We're home, my friend. We're home!

Erenville:
* Is that...?
* It is! It's the Ragnarok! They're back!

Tataru:
* Welcome home, everyone!
* Welcome home!
* There you are, Alphinaud!
* Everyone is already gathered in the foyer!

Alphinaud:
* My apologies. I'll be right there.
* Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Alisaie:
* What could you possibly have left to do now?

Alphinaud:
* Oh, just a letter.

Thancred:
* I imagine it will be a while before we can gather like this again.

Y'shtola:
* So it must be if we're to keep up appearances.
* From now on, it falls to the Grand Company of Eorzea and its allies to deal with the realm's crises.

Urianger:
* Meanwhile, we shall return to our erstwhile ways.
* Retreating from plain sight to take our place in the shadows once more.

Alphinaud:
* Indeed. For the foreseeable future, I expect that we must work independently as we seek out problems that want for solving.
* But a day will come when we face another great challenge. And we will face it together, as we always have.

Krile:
* As much as I look forward to that day, I do hope it doesn't come any time soon...

Estinien:
* Well, formal association or no, if any of you should require my services, you need but ask.
* I'll be glad to keep my lance arm honed.

Thancred:
* I'll hold you to that, so you had better keep your linkpearl on hand.

Alisaie:
* So, you really mean to stay, Tataru?

Tataru:
* Someone has to keep the Rising Stones in proper order, and even a super-secret organization requires a super-secret base of operations.
* To the rest of the world, it will be naught more than a workshop for Eorzea's foremost up-and-coming artisan!
* If you thought our coffers were full to bursting before, just wait till I can devote myself wholly to the crafts.

Alisaie:
* Plotting to build a mercantile empire to rival that of Lord Lolorito, are we?

G'raha Tia:
* I, for one, look forward to your future successes, Tataru, as do I our next meeting.

Tataru:
* And with that, I believe it is past time you all made ready to depart.
* Leave no preparations undone or words unsaid, all right? Now, off with you!

G'raha Tia:
* Oh, Player. Might you have a moment to talk?
* With the Scions stepping away from the public eye, I've been left to consider what new endeavors I might pursue.
* And after speaking with Krile, I've decided. I will be assisting her in rebuilding the Students of Baldesion.
* Not only am I indebted to Master Galuf for giving me a new home, but had our order never existed, I would have never set foot within the Crystal Tower.
* How different my life might have been...
* I would have never met you. Never become caretaker of the tower. Never become a Scion.
* You gave me the chance to do so much good, and I hope to continue to do so with the Students.
* For an added benefit, new mysteries often find their way to our doorsteps─mysteries that could prove ideal for fulfilling our promise: to embark on a new adventure together, unlike any we've experienced before!
* Whenever you have the time and inclination, my friend, I stand ready to accompany you unto the unknown!
* ...Do you recall in the realm of the Omicrons, when I asked if you thought I may someday be mentioned in your epic?
* While 'tis true that to earn a place at your side would be the stuff of dreams...
* In the end, nothing would give me greater joy than to stand with you in the here and now!
* It needn't be some grand endeavor. There needn't be a promise. Whenever adventure calls, I won't hesitate to invite you...and I hope that you will do the same for me.
* Hah, I'll hold you to that!
* ...As much as we have already seen, there's still so much we haven't. Who knows─perhaps we will even encounter survivors of the Omicrons somewhere out there.
* After all, given how they took to the stars, it isn't implausible that some found themselves far from home.
* And should we encounter a wayward traveler awaiting commands that will never come...
* I would bid them seek adventure with someone, and with that partner find new purpose. A new dream.
* For if crystals can hold fast to dreams, why not Omicrons?
* Wherever your plans may lead, do not hesitate to send word. And should a commission of interest come my way, you will be the first to know!

Y'shtola:
* Oh, are we saying our farewells, too? I hadn't, at present, planned on a journey of any great length...
* ...Not that I am averse to a moment or two of quiet reminiscence.
* In fact, there was something I'd been meaning to ask you─something that has been in my thoughts since the last flames of the Final Days subsided.
* During our travels, we have witnessed more than a lifetime's worth of oddities and spectacles. More than can be easily recalled or remembered...
* And nestled amongst those memories are certain essential facts─the history of Etheirys and the ancients; glimpses of the Ea─of their culture and philosophy.
* Rather than simply hoard such treasures in my mind, I wonder if I should not be disseminating them in formal records for wider consumption.
* When needed, I have penned reports and prepared briefings... But ever have I balked at the idea of binding the subject of my studies in a book or tablet.
* Truth is given shape in interpretation. When we seek to capture it with our words, it is invariably molded to fit a narrative─no matter how well-intentioned the rendering.
* An event is described as “sad.” A summation which fails to express the emotional complexity. Yet the word on the page is what endures. A pale shadow of reality.
* Throughout history, some have deliberately embellished the truth, but I believe many─if not most─deviations are the result of similar linguistic shortcomings, piling one upon the other, until the end result is unrecognizable from its origin.
* Which is why I fear that writing an account in my own words would be akin to diluting fine wine with water.
* Yet even with the potential for corrupted meaning, I do of course realize the importance of keeping written records. Without them, my search for wisdom would be a painful affair indeed.
* But what say you on this matter? Should I take up the quill? Reflect upon those experiences only we have shared, and seek to preserve them for posterity?
* Very well, then. I shall endeavor to pen what I can of the Ea, and the ancients, and of so many other wonders.
* But I am no scribe. It will be less a polished work, and more a reordering of scattered notes...
* In any case, I feel much better for having sought your opinion. Left to our own devices, we tend to overthink such things.
* I will otherwise return to following where my curiosity leads. After all, a safe method of travel to the First yet eludes me, and our venture into the great expanse has prompted an entirely new set of questions!
* Should you stumble into the unknown, or struggle with some impenetrable mystery, know that I am at your beck and call.
* It never hurts to see things from a different perspective, and mine is rather different than most!

Estinien:
* ...If you have something to say, then out with it.
* What, I thought you adventurers had any number of ways to earn coin. And though the Scions' mode of operation has changed, we should be compensated as before.
* In any case, I do not want for options. Even if some are worse than others...
* No sooner did Aymeric hear about our disbandment than he offered me a position as a guardsman in the Empyreum district. As a former Azure Dragoon, I'm guaranteed to be popular, he said.
* Who does he take me for!? Even without his meddling, I'm perfectly capable of finding employment─and have!
* Some days ago, a Hannish envoy arrived with word from Vrtra. The wyrm requests my presence as soon as things have settled here.
* He didn't deign to mention why I'm needed, but it pertains to dragons, like as not.
* In Thavnair, like elsewhere, the phenomena caused by the Final Days abated when you defeated Meteion.
* Though it was too late for those who had already transformed, life is beginning to return to normal for the survivors.
* Of those who sought refuge in Sharlayan, most have already returned home.
* But many do not have a home to return to, nor loved ones. By an arrangement between Vrtra and the Forum, such souls may remain in Sharlayan if they wish, to work and study.
* Vrtra was always the satrap in truth. It's gratifying to see him become one in name as well─one who has the complete confidence of his people, if the envoy's tone was any indication.
* Hmph, I often find myself speaking favorably of dragons of late...
* Not so long ago, I would have assumed his benevolence hid ulterior motives. But 'tis clear he cares for his people, and they in turn revere him.
* To know such a nation may flourish is...comforting.
* Vrtra's kin sought release from conflict. So weary were they of the suffering it wrought, they surrendered to oblivion.
* But Midgardsormr didn't give up. In hope he made the journey to distant Etheirys with his clutch of eggs.
* And though his progeny went on to be embroiled in conflict with men, there were times when they transcended hatred to abide in harmony.
* That is their legacy and their triumph.
* In my lance, I feel the weight of their struggle and the strength of their resolve. And it lends me strength.
* These things, I might never have learned had I not joined you.
* Should you ever have need of me, I will come. At the very least, it might be an opportunity to earn coin.

Thancred:
* Ah, our champion and savior. I was beginning to think my chance for an audience would never come!
* ...Ahem, that sounded more amusing in my head. Speaking of heads, I was worried about yours─and the rest of you, for that matter. On the mend, I trust?
* Glad to hear it. You were in a bad way, and healing magicks or no, I'm impressed by how swiftly you've recovered...
* Then again, 'tis hardly the first time you've cheated death. Your strength of will has never failed to astonish me.
* Look at what you've accomplished. Meteion defeated, her song of oblivion cut short. The Source and all her reflections delivered from the Final Days.
* If you had faltered at the last, then all hope would have been lost. But you held fast.
* Now Ryne has a tomorrow to look forward to, and I could ask for no greater gift than that.
* As for a lesser gift, however... The next time you see her, I would appreciate you not describing my travel plans with Urianger as “aimless wandering.”
* We've a purpose in our roaming, after all: keeping an eye on things in the absence of the Scions on the world stage.
* There'll never be an end to the little problems that go untended by nations. We will do our best to help out where and when we can.
* ...Which I suppose is an approach not far removed from “aimless wandering” when you get down to it.
* Perhaps you could tell her I am faring well, and leave it at that, eh?
* No need to mention this feeling of being uprooted...
* I've never been one to stand still for long, but when I think of home, 'tis the Rising Stones which comes to mind. How many times have we set out from this base, thence to return when our work was done?
* On the day the Scions came together, I only hoped for Minfilia to find a place where she belonged...but never did I expect to find one here for myself.
* Indulge me, Player. I have a question for you─and imagine Minfilia herself is asking.
* Are you glad you joined the Scions?
* Aye, I can honestly say the same.
* But all good things must come to an end...at least for a time.
* Should you need a helping hand for infiltration or reconnaissance, you know who to ask. I'll come running, and you'll likely get a certain “funny-talking fortune-teller” into the bargain.

Urianger:
* Player, thou hast spoken with our comrades?
* Though this parting be not forevermore, 'tis nonetheless occasion for sorrow. Akin to a pixie's path, the navigation of such farewells is a perilous endeavor indeed...
* For their part, however, the Loporrits embark upon a new beginning.
* Though bereft of its purpose as a vessel, the moon yet remaineth hospitable for the creatures of Etheirys.
* Thus do our lunar visitors convene with the Forum, intent upon assigning some new and beneficial role to our solitary satellite.
* Yet ere that may come to pass, there is much and more each party must learn of the other─a process which doth promise to be eventful indeed.
* To that end, a cadre of Loporrits hath gleefully dispersed across our lands in the name of mutual understanding.
* Hydaelyn, 'tis said, did imbue them with Her love for all things born of this star...
* ...And 'tis Venat's own nature, I believe, which doth manifest in this irrepressible, inexhaustible curiosity of theirs.
* Having witnessed that which they strove to achieve, I wish most keenly for their long labors to be rewarded─that their abiding affection for man result in a boon for all.
* Moreover, I hope to continue our acquaintance, and share in such knowledge as they see fit to impart...
* I...did not wish to presume.
* Aye, I would be honored should they consider me a friend.
* For 'tis certainly true that I have grown fond of their company.
* Ah, but I shall digress no further. This day should belong to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn; to mine incomparable companions.
* Ofttimes hath mine reticence caused thee grief, and mine actions spurred allies to suspect betrayal...
* And yet, here amongst you I still stand. No amount of words could express my gratitude for thine acceptance and forgiveness.
* Thus instead, I do proffer my humble support.
* Be it unto the deepest abyss or the highest heavens, even if I must needs founder 'cross stormy seas, ever shall I answer thy summons.

Alisaie:
* Player! Seen to your preparations, have you?
* I'm just making another sweep of my belongings. Wouldn't do to find I've forgotten something halfway to my destination...
* Oh, in case you hadn't heard, we've received new reports detailing the devastation caused by the Final Days.
* It appears the situation is gravest in the lands surrounding the Bounty, where the sky first began to burn.
* After that, the calamity was observed in the far north─in Garlemald and the frozen lands beyond.
* We also had reports of the heavens catching fire in isolated locations, one of which was an area in the Northern Empty. Had our quest taken any longer, Sharlayan too may have come under threat.
* Thank goodness it's over now.
* To be sure, blasphemies and lesser beasts may still be roaming about, but these localized crises should be well within the capacities of each nation to handle on their own. The Scions are no longer needed.
* Which isn't to say that we won't help out where we can, of course. As individuals─no more of this order business.
* For my part, I'll be heading to Garlemald with Alphinaud. They were among the worst affected, and still need all the help they can get.
* It won't be easy...
* An inevitable part of aiding those in need is coming face-to-face with tragedy.
* Knowing it doesn't make it any easier, though. That I'll curse my weakness. My inability to fix every problem and save every lost soul.
* But no matter how much it hurts, I won't give up.
* I'll do what I can for as many people as I can, begrudging no effort.
* And should I find myself discouraged, I'll remember you. Think back fondly to one of your many moments of triumph and the accompanying determined expression.
* Even those that still annoy me in retrospect, like when you activated the teleporter without warning!
* And should you hear about me, I want you to remember too.
* Remember that I'm out there somewhere, trying my very best.
* N-Not that I'm trying to become famous or anything...
* That being said...
* The next time we meet, I'll be vastly improved. So don't be surprised when you find yourself marveling at me!

Alphinaud:
* Oh, Player. Pray forgive me for delaying the gathering.
* I was writing a letter, you see. To my parents.
* As busy as Father has been, tending the aftermath of the exodus, he has been good enough to show concern for the Scions.
* And besides...I've made them worry enough for a lifetime. Henceforth, I will endeavor to write as often as I am able.
* A little effort to set their minds at ease while we continue to be away from Sharlayan.
* Both Alisaie and I are off to assist with Garlemald's recovery, you see. Though uncertainty remains over what will become of the nation, we cannot well leave the capital in its present state.
* We will rejoin those members of the Ilsabard contingent still stationed there. Lucia and Maxima helm the relief effort, with support from our allies─the people of Garlemald among them.
* They will gradually be joined by those who have finished treating the tempered across the lands.
* Lest you misunderstand, we do not seek redemption for failing Licinia and her sister. That is a burden we must always bear.
* Nay, we go because of the truth in Lord Quintus's words.
* The truth that, whatever ideals individuals may espouse, nations are not moved to action unless they stand to benefit...
* For the foreseeable future, the fallen Empire will be at the mercy of both internal and external forces.
* And though I do not doubt the intentions of the contingent, with greater powers involved in the relief effort, our allies may well find themselves drawn into a political agenda.
* In going, we seek to ensure that the needs of the people come first. To understand their hearts, that we might better help them to begin anew.
* Write you letters? Of course I would be glad to do so...
* But I would be gladder still were you to come and visit, and I believe I speak for Alisaie as well.
* For fairly as long as I've been in Eorzea, you've been at my side. Watching over me, in good times and in bad.
* How many times have we gathered to share tidings... None could possibly keep count.
* The world is changing and will continue to do so. Yet no matter what the future brings, I hope that I can ever look to you...
* In good times and in bad. As a dependable comrade and dear friend both.
* Thank you, Player. From the bottom of my heart.

Krile:
* Oh, Player. How are you feeling? Any lingering aches or pains?
* I can't apologize enough for sending Zenos to find you in Ultima Thule...
* When he came to me in Sharlayan, I was truly torn. As ever, there was only one thing on his mind.
* Forced to make a decision, I reasoned that, if he would not be deterred from seeking you out, he might at least aid us in our cause. And so I struck a bargain...
* In the end, he was true to his word, and you defeated him despite your earlier exertions. But knowing the state you were found in, it could have ended very differently.
* My decision almost cost you your life, and no words could express the remorse I feel...
* It is a relief to hear you say that. Thank you.
* Time and time again, I've been made to feel woefully inadequate.
* I wasn't much use in battle, nor could I face the Forum without my nerves getting the better of me. It always fell to you and the others.
* I must─and will─do better.
* And I shall begin with the restoration of the Students of Baldesion. Through our work, Sharlayan will strengthen its ties with other nations, that we may be better prepared to face whatever threats arise in future.
* Of course, this isn't something I can accomplish alone. But thankfully, I have the staunchest of help in Raha and Ojika and our other remaining members. Together, we'll continue Grandfather's work.
* As before, certain commissions will take us to dangerous locales, and we may need to call upon seasoned adventurers.
* In such times, might you be willing to assist us? Not because you feel obliged, mind you, but because you feel allure for the task itself.
* Marvelous. Should something of interest arise, I shan't hesitate to reach out to you.
* Until that day, I shall endeavor to become a more dependable comrade.

Tataru:
* Spoken your fill, have you? If so, I'm thinking to send everyone off.
* With your permission, then!
* Your attention please! At risk of spoiling the mood, the time of departure is upon us.
* In my capacity as your receptionist, I bid you all safe journeys. Till next we meet...be well!

Alisaie:
* I suppose we're off to Garlemald, then.
* Though we ought to speak with Lord Aymeric first. If he's received word of any recent developments, we need to know.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twould be prudent to purchase some warmer clothes at least. Mayhap we can pick up a few souvenirs for Jullus and the others while we're at it.

Alisaie:
* Where will you all be heading next?

Y'shtola:
* Dravania. There is a book I have been meaning to borrow from the Great Gubal Library.
* And I can think of at least one person who will be most displeased should I fail to visit before leaving.

Thancred:
* We've no particular destination in mind, but we do intend to stop in Sharlayan before we set off.

Urianger:
* We had thought to ask after the Loporrits. I am curious as to how well those who chose to remain are adapting to their changed circumstances.

Krile:
* Might we accompany you, then? Raha and I were planning to return to the Baldesion Annex.

G'raha Tia:
* Commissions have been piling up in our absence, and they must be dealt with ere we begin our work in earnest.

Alphinaud:
* Estinien. You will return to Radz-at-Han, will you not?

Estinien:
* Aye. For Vrtra's benefit, though I've yet to hear the details. I may not stay long.

Alphinaud:
* I see. Then it is here the Scions at last part ways, each to some far-flung corner of the realm.

Y'shtola:
* Perhaps. But I believe one of our number─a rather important one, at that─has yet to divulge her plans.

Estinien:
* Quite right.

Urianger:
* Indeed...

G'raha Tia:
* Fair point!

Alphinaud:
* So. What's next for our humble adventurer?

???:
* The constancy of this place never ceases to amaze me. An ocean of souls, shimmering and eternal.
* And yet...something stirs...
* Yes... Steeped in darkness deep as starless night, the beast hungers.
* Alas, I dare not investigate in earnest before the coming of my guiding star, as she foretold.
* We shall descend to the depths, you and I, to confront the dread beast Pandæmonium.
* Oh, the sights we shall see. The sights we shall see.

Endwalker (Quest)

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Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Endwalker (Quest)
| image = endwalker.png
| description = The Scions of the Seventh Dawn stand ready for the finale.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 21.5
| location-y = 21.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 5000
| reward1 = 1 Argos Horn
| reward2 = 1 Wind-up Herois
| reward3 = 1 Endwalker - Footfalls Orchestrion Roll
| reward4 = 1 Flow Orchestrion Roll
| unlocks = dg The Dead Ends, tr The Final Day, ach That Its Chorus Might Ring for All
| prev-quest = You're Not Alone
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Use the Duty Finder or Trust to enter the Dead Ends.
* Use the Duty Finder to confront the Endsinger in the Final Day.
* Defeat Zenos.
* Speak with your comrades.
* Speak with Tataru.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
'''Speak with your comrades.'''
* After talking to your comrades for the quest you can talk to them once more for more lore.

Urianger:
* Are you ready, Player?
* Then let us set forth for the reckoning.
* Having come this far, I know everyone's resolve is beyond doubt. So I will say only this.
* Within that dead sun swirls the emotions that Meteion has hoarded. The emotions of innumerable souls who strove for happiness but failed.
* As it was with the denizens of Ultima Thule that barred our way, it is not for us to rebuke and admonish.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twas not by passing judgment on the tragic legacies of others that we arrived at this moment.
* Rather, it was by opening our hearts to their despair─by understanding and acknowledging their fates, while still refusing to share in them ourselves. To hold fast to hope, not in ignorance but by choice.
* Should you struggle to do so, I am here to help. As you have all helped me.

All:
* Aye!

Long-forgotten Seashell:
* Why do you ask such a question? Do you not see the plague and pestilence that consumes us? Ours is a world of rancid blood and rotting flesh, where death is the only remedy to suffering. There is no meaning to be found in such misery. But it was not always thus... Beneath the waves we knew only peace and plenty. We wanted for not, and yet craved more, that our progeny might someday flourish as we never could. Eventually we ventured to the lands above bearing flame and iron, toppling any who dared oppose our might. The world was ours for the taking.
Long-forgotten Seashell:
* This world is not the boundless paradise we were promised. Our population quickly outstripped the habitable land, while seas we thought would shine forever blue ran dry, spoiled in forging the tools of conquest. Cramped homes turned to squalor, and then came the sickness. Our undoing─and the final blessing this star has to offer. We are no longer the fools we once were. Wheresoever life goes, death will follow. Indeed, existence is but the most painful path unto nothingness─and the wise embrace their obliteration wholeheartedly.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* That otherworldly beings should first grace us with their presence is a sign. Indeed, they understand that we─the Global Community─are possessed of the wisdom and compassion needed to guide this star back to the path of righteousness! Yet the Freedom Fighters dare to undermine us, inviting chaos to disrupt the order we labored so hard to build. They have forgotten the history of this star and its once myriad nations. The wars waged, the countless lives lost... They must to be brought to heel, the world united under a single standard, no matter the cost.
Long-forgotten Correspondence:
* We constructed the Peacekeeper, the pinnacle of engineering and technology. This mighty war machine was designed to rid us of the Freedom Fighters, as well as any other potential threats to the peace we have so long pined for. Its artificial intelligence ensures that this singular function is carried out with cold and calculating precision. Indeed, the 10,000 Peacekeeper units we created have now routed every threat to peace...including us. All that remains is to stand and fight.
Long-forgotten Essence:
* A curious traveler visited our star─a bird which proffered these questions: “What meaning does life hold? For what do you strive?” I could find no satisfactory answers, only bittersweet memories of an age long past. There was a time when we were lesser, and in our nescience sought purpose─struggled to justify life's worth. That was, of course, before we achieved perfection. Now, condemned to our paradise, we understand the fatuity of existence. Like the fledglings we once were, the poor bird could not accept the truth. It asked us again and again─hoping, perhaps, our answer might change.

Meteion:
* That you still stand... Your determination defies all reason.
* The souls within me writhe and recoil in your presence...
* What must I do? What pain must I visit upon you to make you surrender to despair?

Alisaie:
* No one is unbreakable. What pains one may weather may bring another to tears.
* But therein lies our strength, for when we fall, our brothers and sisters are there to raise us up. Again and again. Without end.

Meteion:
* I see...
* But no matter how much hope exists, ever will there be more despair.
* Ever will the living curse the present and lament the future.
* So shall we sing until life ceases to be.

Alphinaud:
* Seven hells!

Estinien:
* On your guard!

The Endsinger:
* Ahhh, the rage... It rises... Rises...

Meteion:
* Stop!
* Calm yourself. Please...

The Endsinger:
* We die in pain. We die in suffering! Who are you to live? Who are you to hope!?

Urianger:
* Hold on, my friends!

Alphinaud:
* Urianger, watch out!

Urianger:
* Alphinaud!

The Endsinger:
* We cannot comprehend. We cannot know. We cannot know!

Meteion:
* Don't, please! Don't do this to them. To yourself!

Alisaie:
* Just one good strike.

Meteion:
* Stop. Please, stop!

The Endsinger:
* We will not suffer alone...
* All will know our pain!

G'raha Tia:
* No you don't!

The Endsinger:
* All awash in ice. A frozen waste. Forever silent!

Alisaie:
* Wait!
* Don't!

The Endsinger:
* You gifted them escape.
* And rendered yourself powerless.
* Bereft of the synergy you claim is your strength. Unless you mean to call upon the dead once more.
* Defiant to the last. But you will be one with us ere long.
* You will be battered and torn and made to crawl. You will weep and wail and curse your impotence. Curse your life as it fades.
* As we did! As we died!
* Such pain and sorrow we felt... Such anguish and rage... We tried. We tried. But it was no use...
* Only when we surrendered did we find release. Only when we embraced death.
* So join us in despair...and embrace yours!
* My Ultimatum... What is happening...?

Zenos viator Galvus:
* At the end of everything I find you, my friend.
* I sought something in you, once. As you did in me.
* When at last I understood what it was, I journeyed to Sharlayan to seek you out. Struck a bargain with the woman who shares your gift.
* In exchange for lending the Scions my aid, I was given the means to come hither.
* Gorging upon what remained of the Mothercrystal, I reclaimed the form of the dragon. And hungry still for our reunion, I rode the light of the stars to you.
* I take it this is your prey.
* But why does it still live? Surely it is no match for you.
* I had assumed you would be above something so banal as despair. Am I mistaken?
* I care not. What I desire of you isn't succor. It is satisfaction.
* So come, let us dispense with this distraction, you and I!

The Endsinger:
* You struggle in vain. You will not silence our song of oblivion!

Meteion:
* No matter where we flew, there was only darkness and loneliness and pain.
* We couldn't find the answers Hermes yearned for. The answers he deserved.
* Greetings... You who are my final encounter...
* I wish to hear your words... Share your feelings... Know your thoughts.
* May we please...be friends?
* Yes, I can see them... The memories of a long, long journey...
* So many people... The thoughts of them overflowing in your heart...
* What they live for, what gives their lives meaning... There was never a single answer.
* You gather pieces of happiness, precious and fragile, only to lose them. Then start again.
* On and on it goes, until death takes you into its gentle embrace.
* That which Hermes sent us to find...was there all this time. On Etheirys.
* Like a field of flowers, perhaps. At first a single blossom, it spreads and takes on more colors.
* Thank you for guiding me here. To find these words at journey's end fills me with joy.
* And so, before I fall forever silent, there is one thing I must do.
* No expression of regret will undo what my sisters and I have done. Will restore what we have stolen.
* But if you would allow it, I would sing one last song. A song of the newfound joy that swells in my heart...
* Of the beauty of light when it shines across a dark and starless sea...
* Of a dream that from the soil of worlds now lost to sorrow, life will spring forth once more...
* ...Nourished by gentle rains and caressed by uplifting winds. A song of hope.
* One day, life will fill the universe again. And Hermes will see this and smile.
* How, I do not know. But I do know that, where there is a will, there is a way.
* After all, miracles happen every day, do they not?
* I will create a path back to your ship, where your dear friends await.
* Hold in your heart your desire to return to them, then follow my lead and walk forth.
* That hope will surely guide you true.

Zenos viator Galvus:
* You mean to return. To the world where you are hailed as a hero.
* Hear me then. Not as a hero, but as simply...you.
* As I learned in Ala Mhigo, you are a formidable foe.
* Stronger than any I have faced. Against you, I need bring my all to bear.
* I need burn through the candle of my life.
* This is the sole pleasure I know, and it is the sole pleasure I have to share.
* And so I come before you. To issue challenge and offer singular bliss.
* If you wish to walk away, I will not stop you.
* You value life. You do not burn yours save for reasons you deem worthy.
* Reasons such as those which brought you here. The salvation of a world and its people. The motives of a hero true.
* But there is more to you than that. You know this to be true.
* As surely as you know the thrill of pushing your body and soul to their limits. Of confronting ever-mightier foes, dancing ever closer to the precipice, wondering if this will be the one to finally, finally...fill the void.
* Such pleasures, you seek for their own sake, and no other reason. Is this not so...adventurer?

'''''"That, I can't deny."''''

Zenos viator Galvus:
* Acceptance. At long last.
* The conflagration of our clash will scorch even the stars!
* That I should lose again...
* How disappointing.
* Never have I understood those around me. Understood their obsessions.
* Besieged by their banality, the world was a mire of tedium and trivialities.
* But in these fleeting moments, there is...a spark. Blinding, brilliant...
* Gone...too soon...
* What of you, my mirror? Born into this world, bestowed name, bid to seek out strife and adventure...
* Was this life a gift...or a burden?
* Did you find...fulfillment?
* I...

Alisaie:
* You can't leave us... Not like this...
* If you do, I'll never forgive you... So, come on! Open your eyes and get up!

Alphinaud:
* Are you...are you with us?
* Thank the heavens... For a moment we thought...

'''''"Is everyone all right?"'''''

G'raha Tia:
* After what you've done, you're the last person...
* ...To be asking that.
* You... How can you keep your promise if you're not here?

Estinien:
* Another fine show you've put on, my friend.

Y'shtola:
* A fine show indeed...
* What were you thinking, fighting alone? Never do that again. My poor heart couldn't bear it.

Thancred:
* Put yourself in our place. If you hadn't returned, how do you think we would feel? And if that sounds harsh...it's because we care.

Urianger:
* We tended to thy wounds as best we could, but how is the pain?
* That is gladdening. Grievous as thine injuries were, however, I would counsel repose for a time.

Alisaie:
* Gladdening!?
* There's nothing gladdening about this!
* When Meteion appeared in here and told us that you were right behind her, we all got our hopes up. But you never came!
* And when you finally deign to appear, you're within an ilm of your life!
* Damn you! Damn you for making us worry!

Livingway:
* Ah, those were cries of celebration.
* Anyway, what the important thing is that you're all alive and in reasonably good health, and we mean to get you back that way.
* As for your earlier request, I'm quite certain we're in range to make contact now.

Thancred:
* Ah, excellent. Let us announce our return at once.
* I hope you're ready.

Alphinaud:
* While you were unconscious, we set out from Ultima Thule, you see.
* Can you stand? If so, you may wish to see what's outside.
* We're home, my friend. We're home!

Erenville:
* Is that...?
* It is! It's the Ragnarok! They're back!

Tataru:
* Welcome home, everyone!
* Welcome home!
* There you are, Alphinaud!
* Everyone is already gathered in the foyer!

Alphinaud:
* My apologies. I'll be right there.
* Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Alisaie:
* What could you possibly have left to do now?

Alphinaud:
* Oh, just a letter.

Thancred:
* I imagine it will be a while before we can gather like this again.

Y'shtola:
* So it must be if we're to keep up appearances.
* From now on, it falls to the Grand Company of Eorzea and its allies to deal with the realm's crises.

Urianger:
* Meanwhile, we shall return to our erstwhile ways.
* Retreating from plain sight to take our place in the shadows once more.

Alphinaud:
* Indeed. For the foreseeable future, I expect that we must work independently as we seek out problems that want for solving.
* But a day will come when we face another great challenge. And we will face it together, as we always have.

Krile:
* As much as I look forward to that day, I do hope it doesn't come any time soon...

Estinien:
* Well, formal association or no, if any of you should require my services, you need but ask.
* I'll be glad to keep my lance arm honed.

Thancred:
* I'll hold you to that, so you had better keep your linkpearl on hand.

Alisaie:
* So, you really mean to stay, Tataru?

Tataru:
* Someone has to keep the Rising Stones in proper order, and even a super-secret organization requires a super-secret base of operations.
* To the rest of the world, it will be naught more than a workshop for Eorzea's foremost up-and-coming artisan!
* If you thought our coffers were full to bursting before, just wait till I can devote myself wholly to the crafts.

Alisaie:
* Plotting to build a mercantile empire to rival that of Lord Lolorito, are we?

G'raha Tia:
* I, for one, look forward to your future successes, Tataru, as do I our next meeting.

Tataru:
* And with that, I believe it is past time you all made ready to depart.
* Leave no preparations undone or words unsaid, all right? Now, off with you!

G'raha Tia:
* Oh, Player. Might you have a moment to talk?
* With the Scions stepping away from the public eye, I've been left to consider what new endeavors I might pursue.
* And after speaking with Krile, I've decided. I will be assisting her in rebuilding the Students of Baldesion.
* Not only am I indebted to Master Galuf for giving me a new home, but had our order never existed, I would have never set foot within the Crystal Tower.
* How different my life might have been...
* I would have never met you. Never become caretaker of the tower. Never become a Scion.
* You gave me the chance to do so much good, and I hope to continue to do so with the Students.
* For an added benefit, new mysteries often find their way to our doorsteps─mysteries that could prove ideal for fulfilling our promise: to embark on a new adventure together, unlike any we've experienced before!
* Whenever you have the time and inclination, my friend, I stand ready to accompany you unto the unknown!
* ...Do you recall in the realm of the Omicrons, when I asked if you thought I may someday be mentioned in your epic?
* While 'tis true that to earn a place at your side would be the stuff of dreams...
* In the end, nothing would give me greater joy than to stand with you in the here and now!
* It needn't be some grand endeavor. There needn't be a promise. Whenever adventure calls, I won't hesitate to invite you...and I hope that you will do the same for me.
* Hah, I'll hold you to that!
* ...As much as we have already seen, there's still so much we haven't. Who knows─perhaps we will even encounter survivors of the Omicrons somewhere out there.
* After all, given how they took to the stars, it isn't implausible that some found themselves far from home.
* And should we encounter a wayward traveler awaiting commands that will never come...
* I would bid them seek adventure with someone, and with that partner find new purpose. A new dream.
* For if crystals can hold fast to dreams, why not Omicrons?
* Wherever your plans may lead, do not hesitate to send word. And should a commission of interest come my way, you will be the first to know!

Y'shtola:
* Oh, are we saying our farewells, too? I hadn't, at present, planned on a journey of any great length...
* ...Not that I am averse to a moment or two of quiet reminiscence.
* In fact, there was something I'd been meaning to ask you─something that has been in my thoughts since the last flames of the Final Days subsided.
* During our travels, we have witnessed more than a lifetime's worth of oddities and spectacles. More than can be easily recalled or remembered...
* And nestled amongst those memories are certain essential facts─the history of Etheirys and the ancients; glimpses of the Ea─of their culture and philosophy.
* Rather than simply hoard such treasures in my mind, I wonder if I should not be disseminating them in formal records for wider consumption.
* When needed, I have penned reports and prepared briefings... But ever have I balked at the idea of binding the subject of my studies in a book or tablet.
* Truth is given shape in interpretation. When we seek to capture it with our words, it is invariably molded to fit a narrative─no matter how well-intentioned the rendering.
* An event is described as “sad.” A summation which fails to express the emotional complexity. Yet the word on the page is what endures. A pale shadow of reality.
* Throughout history, some have deliberately embellished the truth, but I believe many─if not most─deviations are the result of similar linguistic shortcomings, piling one upon the other, until the end result is unrecognizable from its origin.
* Which is why I fear that writing an account in my own words would be akin to diluting fine wine with water.
* Yet even with the potential for corrupted meaning, I do of course realize the importance of keeping written records. Without them, my search for wisdom would be a painful affair indeed.
* But what say you on this matter? Should I take up the quill? Reflect upon those experiences only we have shared, and seek to preserve them for posterity?
* Very well, then. I shall endeavor to pen what I can of the Ea, and the ancients, and of so many other wonders.
* But I am no scribe. It will be less a polished work, and more a reordering of scattered notes...
* In any case, I feel much better for having sought your opinion. Left to our own devices, we tend to overthink such things.
* I will otherwise return to following where my curiosity leads. After all, a safe method of travel to the First yet eludes me, and our venture into the great expanse has prompted an entirely new set of questions!
* Should you stumble into the unknown, or struggle with some impenetrable mystery, know that I am at your beck and call.
* It never hurts to see things from a different perspective, and mine is rather different than most!

Estinien:
* ...If you have something to say, then out with it.
* What, I thought you adventurers had any number of ways to earn coin. And though the Scions' mode of operation has changed, we should be compensated as before.
* In any case, I do not want for options. Even if some are worse than others...
* No sooner did Aymeric hear about our disbandment than he offered me a position as a guardsman in the Empyreum district. As a former Azure Dragoon, I'm guaranteed to be popular, he said.
* Who does he take me for!? Even without his meddling, I'm perfectly capable of finding employment─and have!
* Some days ago, a Hannish envoy arrived with word from Vrtra. The wyrm requests my presence as soon as things have settled here.
* He didn't deign to mention why I'm needed, but it pertains to dragons, like as not.
* In Thavnair, like elsewhere, the phenomena caused by the Final Days abated when you defeated Meteion.
* Though it was too late for those who had already transformed, life is beginning to return to normal for the survivors.
* Of those who sought refuge in Sharlayan, most have already returned home.
* But many do not have a home to return to, nor loved ones. By an arrangement between Vrtra and the Forum, such souls may remain in Sharlayan if they wish, to work and study.
* Vrtra was always the satrap in truth. It's gratifying to see him become one in name as well─one who has the complete confidence of his people, if the envoy's tone was any indication.
* Hmph, I often find myself speaking favorably of dragons of late...
* Not so long ago, I would have assumed his benevolence hid ulterior motives. But 'tis clear he cares for his people, and they in turn revere him.
* To know such a nation may flourish is...comforting.
* Vrtra's kin sought release from conflict. So weary were they of the suffering it wrought, they surrendered to oblivion.
* But Midgardsormr didn't give up. In hope he made the journey to distant Etheirys with his clutch of eggs.
* And though his progeny went on to be embroiled in conflict with men, there were times when they transcended hatred to abide in harmony.
* That is their legacy and their triumph.
* In my lance, I feel the weight of their struggle and the strength of their resolve. And it lends me strength.
* These things, I might never have learned had I not joined you.
* Should you ever have need of me, I will come. At the very least, it might be an opportunity to earn coin.

Thancred:
* Ah, our champion and savior. I was beginning to think my chance for an audience would never come!
* ...Ahem, that sounded more amusing in my head. Speaking of heads, I was worried about yours─and the rest of you, for that matter. On the mend, I trust?
* Glad to hear it. You were in a bad way, and healing magicks or no, I'm impressed by how swiftly you've recovered...
* Then again, 'tis hardly the first time you've cheated death. Your strength of will has never failed to astonish me.
* Look at what you've accomplished. Meteion defeated, her song of oblivion cut short. The Source and all her reflections delivered from the Final Days.
* If you had faltered at the last, then all hope would have been lost. But you held fast.
* Now Ryne has a tomorrow to look forward to, and I could ask for no greater gift than that.
* As for a lesser gift, however... The next time you see her, I would appreciate you not describing my travel plans with Urianger as “aimless wandering.”
* We've a purpose in our roaming, after all: keeping an eye on things in the absence of the Scions on the world stage.
* There'll never be an end to the little problems that go untended by nations. We will do our best to help out where and when we can.
* ...Which I suppose is an approach not far removed from “aimless wandering” when you get down to it.
* Perhaps you could tell her I am faring well, and leave it at that, eh?
* No need to mention this feeling of being uprooted...
* I've never been one to stand still for long, but when I think of home, 'tis the Rising Stones which comes to mind. How many times have we set out from this base, thence to return when our work was done?
* On the day the Scions came together, I only hoped for Minfilia to find a place where she belonged...but never did I expect to find one here for myself.
* Indulge me, Player. I have a question for you─and imagine Minfilia herself is asking.
* Are you glad you joined the Scions?
* Aye, I can honestly say the same.
* But all good things must come to an end...at least for a time.
* Should you need a helping hand for infiltration or reconnaissance, you know who to ask. I'll come running, and you'll likely get a certain “funny-talking fortune-teller” into the bargain.

Urianger:
* Player, thou hast spoken with our comrades?
* Though this parting be not forevermore, 'tis nonetheless occasion for sorrow. Akin to a pixie's path, the navigation of such farewells is a perilous endeavor indeed...
* For their part, however, the Loporrits embark upon a new beginning.
* Though bereft of its purpose as a vessel, the moon yet remaineth hospitable for the creatures of Etheirys.
* Thus do our lunar visitors convene with the Forum, intent upon assigning some new and beneficial role to our solitary satellite.
* Yet ere that may come to pass, there is much and more each party must learn of the other─a process which doth promise to be eventful indeed.
* To that end, a cadre of Loporrits hath gleefully dispersed across our lands in the name of mutual understanding.
* Hydaelyn, 'tis said, did imbue them with Her love for all things born of this star...
* ...And 'tis Venat's own nature, I believe, which doth manifest in this irrepressible, inexhaustible curiosity of theirs.
* Having witnessed that which they strove to achieve, I wish most keenly for their long labors to be rewarded─that their abiding affection for man result in a boon for all.
* Moreover, I hope to continue our acquaintance, and share in such knowledge as they see fit to impart...
* I...did not wish to presume.
* Aye, I would be honored should they consider me a friend.
* For 'tis certainly true that I have grown fond of their company.
* Ah, but I shall digress no further. This day should belong to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn; to mine incomparable companions.
* Ofttimes hath mine reticence caused thee grief, and mine actions spurred allies to suspect betrayal...
* And yet, here amongst you I still stand. No amount of words could express my gratitude for thine acceptance and forgiveness.
* Thus instead, I do proffer my humble support.
* Be it unto the deepest abyss or the highest heavens, even if I must needs founder 'cross stormy seas, ever shall I answer thy summons.

Alisaie:
* Player! Seen to your preparations, have you?
* I'm just making another sweep of my belongings. Wouldn't do to find I've forgotten something halfway to my destination...
* Oh, in case you hadn't heard, we've received new reports detailing the devastation caused by the Final Days.
* It appears the situation is gravest in the lands surrounding the Bounty, where the sky first began to burn.
* After that, the calamity was observed in the far north─in Garlemald and the frozen lands beyond.
* We also had reports of the heavens catching fire in isolated locations, one of which was an area in the Northern Empty. Had our quest taken any longer, Sharlayan too may have come under threat.
* Thank goodness it's over now.
* To be sure, blasphemies and lesser beasts may still be roaming about, but these localized crises should be well within the capacities of each nation to handle on their own. The Scions are no longer needed.
* Which isn't to say that we won't help out where we can, of course. As individuals─no more of this order business.
* For my part, I'll be heading to Garlemald with Alphinaud. They were among the worst affected, and still need all the help they can get.
* It won't be easy...
* An inevitable part of aiding those in need is coming face-to-face with tragedy.
* Knowing it doesn't make it any easier, though. That I'll curse my weakness. My inability to fix every problem and save every lost soul.
* But no matter how much it hurts, I won't give up.
* I'll do what I can for as many people as I can, begrudging no effort.
* And should I find myself discouraged, I'll remember you. Think back fondly to one of your many moments of triumph and the accompanying determined expression.
* Even those that still annoy me in retrospect, like when you activated the teleporter without warning!
* And should you hear about me, I want you to remember too.
* Remember that I'm out there somewhere, trying my very best.
* N-Not that I'm trying to become famous or anything...
* That being said...
* The next time we meet, I'll be vastly improved. So don't be surprised when you find yourself marveling at me!

Alphinaud:
* Oh, Player. Pray forgive me for delaying the gathering.
* I was writing a letter, you see. To my parents.
* As busy as Father has been, tending the aftermath of the exodus, he has been good enough to show concern for the Scions.
* And besides...I've made them worry enough for a lifetime. Henceforth, I will endeavor to write as often as I am able.
* A little effort to set their minds at ease while we continue to be away from Sharlayan.
* Both Alisaie and I are off to assist with Garlemald's recovery, you see. Though uncertainty remains over what will become of the nation, we cannot well leave the capital in its present state.
* We will rejoin those members of the Ilsabard contingent still stationed there. Lucia and Maxima helm the relief effort, with support from our allies─the people of Garlemald among them.
* They will gradually be joined by those who have finished treating the tempered across the lands.
* Lest you misunderstand, we do not seek redemption for failing Licinia and her sister. That is a burden we must always bear.
* Nay, we go because of the truth in Lord Quintus's words.
* The truth that, whatever ideals individuals may espouse, nations are not moved to action unless they stand to benefit...
* For the foreseeable future, the fallen Empire will be at the mercy of both internal and external forces.
* And though I do not doubt the intentions of the contingent, with greater powers involved in the relief effort, our allies may well find themselves drawn into a political agenda.
* In going, we seek to ensure that the needs of the people come first. To understand their hearts, that we might better help them to begin anew.
* Write you letters? Of course I would be glad to do so...
* But I would be gladder still were you to come and visit, and I believe I speak for Alisaie as well.
* For fairly as long as I've been in Eorzea, you've been at my side. Watching over me, in good times and in bad.
* How many times have we gathered to share tidings... None could possibly keep count.
* The world is changing and will continue to do so. Yet no matter what the future brings, I hope that I can ever look to you...
* In good times and in bad. As a dependable comrade and dear friend both.
* Thank you, Player. From the bottom of my heart.

Krile:
* Oh, Player. How are you feeling? Any lingering aches or pains?
* I can't apologize enough for sending Zenos to find you in Ultima Thule...
* When he came to me in Sharlayan, I was truly torn. As ever, there was only one thing on his mind.
* Forced to make a decision, I reasoned that, if he would not be deterred from seeking you out, he might at least aid us in our cause. And so I struck a bargain...
* In the end, he was true to his word, and you defeated him despite your earlier exertions. But knowing the state you were found in, it could have ended very differently.
* My decision almost cost you your life, and no words could express the remorse I feel...
* It is a relief to hear you say that. Thank you.
* Time and time again, I've been made to feel woefully inadequate.
* I wasn't much use in battle, nor could I face the Forum without my nerves getting the better of me. It always fell to you and the others.
* I must─and will─do better.
* And I shall begin with the restoration of the Students of Baldesion. Through our work, Sharlayan will strengthen its ties with other nations, that we may be better prepared to face whatever threats arise in future.
* Of course, this isn't something I can accomplish alone. But thankfully, I have the staunchest of help in Raha and Ojika and our other remaining members. Together, we'll continue Grandfather's work.
* As before, certain commissions will take us to dangerous locales, and we may need to call upon seasoned adventurers.
* In such times, might you be willing to assist us? Not because you feel obliged, mind you, but because you feel allure for the task itself.
* Marvelous. Should something of interest arise, I shan't hesitate to reach out to you.
* Until that day, I shall endeavor to become a more dependable comrade.

Tataru:
* Spoken your fill, have you? If so, I'm thinking to send everyone off.
* With your permission, then!
* Your attention please! At risk of spoiling the mood, the time of departure is upon us.
* In my capacity as your receptionist, I bid you all safe journeys. Till next we meet...be well!

Alisaie:
* I suppose we're off to Garlemald, then.
* Though we ought to speak with Lord Aymeric first. If he's received word of any recent developments, we need to know.

Alphinaud:
* 'Twould be prudent to purchase some warmer clothes at least. Mayhap we can pick up a few souvenirs for Jullus and the others while we're at it.

Alisaie:
* Where will you all be heading next?

Y'shtola:
* Dravania. There is a book I have been meaning to borrow from the Great Gubal Library.
* And I can think of at least one person who will be most displeased should I fail to visit before leaving.

Thancred:
* We've no particular destination in mind, but we do intend to stop in Sharlayan before we set off.

Urianger:
* We had thought to ask after the Loporrits. I am curious as to how well those who chose to remain are adapting to their changed circumstances.

Krile:
* Might we accompany you, then? Raha and I were planning to return to the Baldesion Annex.

G'raha Tia:
* Commissions have been piling up in our absence, and they must be dealt with ere we begin our work in earnest.

Alphinaud:
* Estinien. You will return to Radz-at-Han, will you not?

Estinien:
* Aye. For Vrtra's benefit, though I've yet to hear the details. I may not stay long.

Alphinaud:
* I see. Then it is here the Scions at last part ways, each to some far-flung corner of the realm.

Y'shtola:
* Perhaps. But I believe one of our number─a rather important one, at that─has yet to divulge her plans.

Estinien:
* Quite right.

Urianger:
* Indeed...

G'raha Tia:
* Fair point!

Alphinaud:
* So. What's next for our humble adventurer?

???:
* The constancy of this place never ceases to amaze me. An ocean of souls, shimmering and eternal.
* And yet...something stirs...
* Yes... Steeped in darkness deep as starless night, the beast hungers.
* Alas, I dare not investigate in earnest before the coming of my guiding star, as she foretold.
* We shall descend to the depths, you and I, to confront the dread beast Pandæmonium.
* Oh, the sights we shall see. The sights we shall see.

Endwalker (Quest)

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You're Not Alone

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{{Quest infobox
| title = You're Not Alone
| image =
| description = If Alisaie is discouraged, she betrays no hint of it.
| quest-giver = Alisaie
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 25.9
| location-y = 27.7
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 1475
| unlocks = cur Aether Current
| prev-quest = Forge Ahead
| next-quest = Endwalker (Quest)
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Explore the Nekropolis.
* Speak with Alisaie.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Make your way to Absolute Horizon.
* Speak with Alisaie.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==
"Explore the Nekropolis" vantage points:
* Right behind Meteion
* Tree surrounded by tables
* One of the tables next to the tree
* At the '''Bar Counter'''.
* A '''Rusty Door''' at 23.5, 27.5.
* 23.0, 26.3

==Dialogue==

Alisaie:
* Whatever Meteion may have said, we should confirm it with our own eyes. We need to have a look around.

Alphinaud:
* Indeed. At the very least, it doesn't appear to be a sprawling place like those before. If we split up, it shouldn't take too long to cover the area.

Alisaie:
* Player, take a look at this. If the road was a little longer, we could take it to just beneath the dead sun.
* But I suppose this is where the reconstruction ends...
* How about you? Did you find anything of interest?
* I see. I noticed the same things─cups left upon tables, chairs out of place... I don't know what happened here, but I do know I don't want to be alone anymore...
* We've searched enough for now. Let's find Alphinaud and compare what we've learned.

Alphinaud:
* Did you find anything?

Alisaie:
* No. This place is completely deserted, and I can't see how we're supposed to move on from here.

Alphinaud:
* Neither can I. It's quite the quandary...
* There are no denizens to bar our path, yet there is no way forward.

Alisaie:
* For another mystery, we did find signs of very recent life. You'd swear everyone just vanished into thin air.
* I wonder, how many ruined worlds like this has Meteion seen?

Alphinaud:
* Could it be...? Yes... Yes, I believe I may have puzzled this out.
* Despite how it appears, it's no different this time. There is someone here who has wished for this ruin.
* And I believe that, together, Alisaie and I can overcome their will.
* I'm afraid it has to be done. For our comrades, for everyone on Etheirys...and for myself.
* I will not pretend otherwise. I have my fears.
* Not for myself, but for you. The last to remain.
* You are no stranger to carrying the burden of others.
* But I can only imagine how heavy the weight would be this time.
* As your friend, I cannot bear the thought of making you suffer so.

Alisaie:
* Then why suggest such a thing!?
* It's too much to ask of anyone─even her!
* Why must she be the one? Why must she fight alone?
* More than a hero, she's a dear friend.
* Not only to us, but to so many others. There are so many people in the world who care for you, and yet...
* And yet...

Alphinaud:
* Alisaie. I have an idea.
* Given the nature of this realm, it may be possible to do more than unbar our friend's path. We might also pave her a new one.
* For instance...
* A path where she finds happiness at journey's end.
* This much, I think we can believe with the utmost conviction. No matter how deep our despair.
* So please, believe in us too. And press on.
* Thank you...

Alisaie:
* If the plan's decided, then let's not dally.

Meteion:
* Ah, there you are. It was as I said, was it not?

Alphinaud:
* It was. We couldn't find anyone.
* But this place isn't entirely deserted, is it? You are here.
* You sought out a star of promise and found a ruined husk.
* Like us, you explored the devastation. Like us, you were stricken.
* Horrified by the thought that so many lives could be snuffed out as if they were worth nothing.
* And the thought that you would have to bear the terrible tidings to Hermes.
* That which you saw and felt, you shared with your sisters. As did they share their own grim findings with you.
* Overcome by the pervasive despair of these stars, some of you inadvertently ushered their peoples to their ends.
* Knowing the horrors you know, anyone would feel the same. They would fear what lies ahead, and struggle to move forward.

Meteion:
* Fear... I had forgotten that such a thing existed, so focused have I been on shepherding despair.

Alphinaud:
* If you can remember, then you can still face and overcome your own fear.

Meteion:
* Why would I bother with such an insignificant emotion? If the despair I command is as a raging river, then fear is but a trickling stream.
* It can do nothing to alter my flow.
* You spoke with the Ea, yes? Heard their tale of what awaits the universe?
* It's true. The stars grow colder and more distant. Eventually all will enjoy frozen solitude.
* Using the power of dynamis, I am hastening that process.
* In so doing, nothing will be born ever again. Everyone will remain dead.
* Alas, it will take time for that to happen. So in mercy I sent you my gift, to spare you needless suffering.
* Don't worry. Even if no living witnesses remain to mark the event, I'll make certain that Etheirys has a proper end.

Alisaie:
* For all the power you wield, you're more fearful than the familiar you used to be.
* That Meteion feared simply to move forward, but your fear is such that you've given up on everything.
* I know it well. That sense of defeat. I've tasted my fair share of it.
* But as many times as we've fallen down, we've learned how to pick ourselves up and carry on.
* We take each other's hand. Share in each other's courage. Follow in each other's footsteps. And turn sorrow into strength!

Alphinaud:
* There are times when we fail. We bear wounds that do not heal.
* But these experiences are part of life, and they make us stronger!
* We rise, fall, and rise again!

Alisaie:
* Don't worry about us. You must take the next step, and all the rest after that.

Tataru:
* Please... Please... Oh, please let them all be safe...
* Krile? Are you all right?

Krile:
* It's nothing... Just a headache.
* They'll be fine... I know they will...

Worldly Affairs Official:
* Apologies for the interruption! A man arrived on the last ferry. An associate of the Scions!
* He wishes to speak with you at once!

When the player is walking toward Absolute Horizon
* Voice from the Past (Ardbert): If you need a push, I'll be right there behind you.
* Voice from the Past (Haurchefant): Do not despair! You are not without allies.
* Voice from the Past (Merlwyb): What we have sown in blood, we have reaped in suffering, and it cannot go on.
* Voice from the Past (Aymeric): Upon the souls of they who have sacrificed themselves to pave the way for peace, we will never abandon our cause.
* Voice from the Past (Nanamo): While it is true that man succumbs all too often to anger and avarice, he may yet overcome his baser instincts through the forming of bonds with others.
* Voice from the Past (Raubahn): Such victories are rarely won without sacrifice. But the prize is worth the price.
* Voice from the Past (Kan-E-Senna): And we for our part are glad indeed to be able to welcome friends both old and new...
* Voice from the Past (Hien): Save your tears for the morrow. You may be sure we will have ample cause to shed them, be they for joy or despair.
* Voice from the Past (Papalymo): From tragedy and sacrifice we rise to greet a new dawn.
* Voice from the Past (Edmont): A future shaped by the choices we made, in ways we could never have foreseen.
* Voice from the Past (Beq Lugg): Yet miracles do happen. So let us pray, and will our friends home.
* Voice from the Past (Ryne): I won't stop praying until I know they're safe.
* Voice from the Past (Midgardsormr): Strong art thou, mortal.
* Voice from the Past (Minfilia): Look to the light within, that you may continue to serve as a beacon to others.
* Voice from the Past (Ardbert): Let's finish this.

Meteion:
* Here the path ends. There is no way to reach our nest.
* I told you. Resignation and acceptance reign in this place.
* The rejection of life by those who came to curse it.
* Those whose dreams were unfulfilled. Whose prayers were unheard. Whose labors were unrewarded.
* Hope cannot deliver you unto hopelessness. Our refuge is beyond you.
* Always has it been. Such is the nature of this place.
* You should have remained on Etheirys.
* Struggle will avail you naught, nor will it grant your comrades peace.
* Come, let me relieve you of your burden. You have suffered enough.

???:
* I bid them remember, but all this time, I'm the one who had forgotten... A right fool you've made of me, Hermes.
* And to add insult to injury, I've been denied a sound rest, forced to watch this clamorous show.
* Oh come now, it's been a gripping tale. Unbreakable bonds and noble sacrifice, sprinkled with moments of levity to counterbalance the pathos. It's got it all.
* I for one would have been perfectly content to watch enraptured from the stalls...

Hythlodaeus:
* But I won't say no to a bit part!

Meteion:
* What are you?

Emet-Selch:
* Half-faded souls of the dead. Isn't it painfully obvious?
* Worry not─we haven't the power to defeat you. Nor is it our duty to do so. Not anymore.
* That being said, we do have a score to settle.
* So, here I am, Venat. I suppose you needed me to tie it all together, these frayed threads of our history─but knowing you, I suspect there's a joke in it too. Oh yes, I can imagine you gloating over my forgetfulness.
* Were I feeling charitable, I might assume you had left room for the possibility of this outcome.
* Even so, you'll get no applause from me. A single gesture will not lighten the burden I've had to bear.
* Still, you must be commended. Our methods would not have brought mankind this far.
* And so, as a show of respect to the last of us, I make this declaration.
* You will not end our journey!
* That is our answer! The answer of all lives of Etheirys, past and present!

Hythlodaeus:
* As you've called us to the stage, so shall we perform. And creation magicks never fail to please.
* Drawing upon the hopes of your comrades, we will make for you a new path.

Emet-Selch:
* What form said path takes depends on you. So focus─focus and envision that which rejects the claim that you cannot attain your goal!

Hythlodaeus:
* Ours is the wisdom to weave the fabric of reality...
* Ours is the power to create!

Emet-Selch:
* These Elpis blooms serve as proof that this realm is not utterly devoid of hope. No more can you deny its power. No more is yours the dominion of despair.
* In case the practical implications were lost on you, your comrades no longer need fight their fight.
* So, go on. Call them back to your side.

Thancred:
* How disappointing. Not even a single scar in the making to brag about.

Estinien:
* You'll find a way regardless.

Y'shtola:
* Honestly... This is far more than any of us could have hoped for. Let us be thankful.

Urianger:
* Indeed. That we thus stand reunited is a gift. Let us not squander it, and see that we all return to Etheirys.

G'raha Tia:
* Aye, as soon as we've averted the Final Days!

Alisaie:
* Good to see you again. Our heroic sacrifice paid off, I take it?

Alphinaud:
* Come, my friends. Let us carry on and finish it─together.

Meteion:
* Can you...hear me...?
* The voices within... Crying in pain, wailing in sorrow... Hurting... Hurting...
* End it...silence it... Silence our song of oblivion!

Hythlodaeus:
* The way is open. They can proceed.

Emet-Selch: So it seems.

Alisaie:
* You're leaving!?

Emet-Selch:
* Of course. The encore is finished, and I will not suffer myself to live again by Hydaelyn's magick.
* But more than that, the future you seek is not the past we loved. That is why we fought. And why I lost.
* But though you defeated me, my ideals are inviolate. Invincible.
* Spare me your pity. I have no use for it. If you would do something for me─save our star.
* See this tale to a triumphant conclusion, and with elation in your hearts, bid the final curtain fall.
* Only then may it rise again and a new tale begin─with new parts for all to play.
* Tell me, have you been to the ruins beneath the waters of the Bounty?
* Or the treasure islands beyond the frozen waters of Blindfrost, in Othard's north?
* The fabled golden cities of the New World? The sacred sites of the forgotten people of the south sea isles?
* What about Meracydia, the southern continent? Do you know aught of its present state of affairs?
* ...I thought not. Even of your little Eorzea, you know precious little. The true identities of the Twelve, for instance.
* All of which is to say: expand your horizons. Go forth and seek discovery. Some of the civilizations in the reflections will surprise you.
* As the bearer of Azem's crystal, you may consider your duty to see at least that much.
* I certainly did.

Hythlodaeus:
* I pray we meet again. If not in this life, then perhaps another.
* Whensoever it should be, I trust it will be a most joyous reunion.

Emet-Selch:
* For you, maybe. I want nothing to do with it.

Alisaie:
* I don't think I ever knew what to say to the man. In retrospect, it always felt like the wrong thing...
* But the past notwithstanding, he came to your aid in your moment of need.
* We are here, and we will not squander this chance he has given us!
* We will see this tale to a triumphant conclusion, and bid the final curtain fall!

Forge Ahead

2021-12-12T05:09:40Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

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| title = Forge Ahead
| image =
| description = Amidst the sadness of Alphinaud's countenance, there is a newfound determination.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 33.9
| location-y = 30.2
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 915
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Hello, World
| next-quest = You're Not Alone
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Alphinaud and have him accompany you.
* Speak with Alisaie while accompanied by Alphinaud and have them accompany you.
* Follow the crystalline path while accompanied by Alphinaud and Alisaie, and speak with Alphinaud at the designated location.
* Speak with Alphinaud.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Alphinaud:
* That crystalline path─G'raha has paved it for us.
* Difficult as it is, we must carry on. For our friends, and all who await us in faith.
* So come, let us seek the path's beginning. It appears to be near the outpost.
* Look, Player. A portal has opened.
* It will surely deliver us true. It must.

Alphinaud:
* Well, here is where the path begins. And it ascends to dizzying heights...
* Let us make our way, one sure step at a time.

Alisaie:
* Our friends got us this far. Their courage, their strength. Their wisdom. Their love.
* We owe it to them to continue. No matter how long it takes...

Alphinaud:
* ...Thancred would scout the road ahead. Y'shtola and Urianger would trade opinions on esoteric subjects.
* G'raha would join in their discussion, or else chat with me and Alisaie about the mission. Estinien would be at the rear, apart yet present.
* All the while you would come and go. Wherever you are needed. And together, we would travel...

Alisaie:
* All I can hear are my footfalls. My heartbeat. It's so much quieter now...
* But the fact we can breathe and continue on is proof that the others are still with us.
* They are... They are... Aren't they...?

Alphinaud:
* The portal is barely visible from up here.
* ...Truly, we've come far. Much farther than would have been possible had we kept chasing perfect ideals as we did in the past.
* It is because we have known failure and frustration─that we have learned and grown from them─that Hydaelyn has entrusted us with this mission. With the fate of the very star.

Alisaie:
* It's all a dream, isn't it...? A long, elaborate dream...
* Any moment now, I'll wake up in my bed. Still a student. Grandfather alive. I'd go about my day, relieved as the fragments of that other life fade away...
* And that would be happiness...wouldn't it? That none of it... No. No, I won't give up these experiences. Good and bad, they are mine. They are me.

Alphinaud:
* Rest assured I am fine...but thank you for your concern. What of yourself? Though we can't afford to be too leisurely, neither need we rush unduly.
* We've crossed an impossible distance to stand where we are now, and we're but a few steps away from journey's end. It will be over before we know it.

Alisaie:
* Me...? Oh, I still have plenty of legs left in me, don't you worry. It's you I'm worried about.
* You always push yourself so hard for us─for everyone. And while we're here, we'll make sure to bear our share of the burden.

Alphinaud:
* Well, this is it. The end of the path, and the beginning of whatever awaits.
* There will be greater hardships. We may be made to feel powerless.
* Yet come what may, let us have no regrets. No, let us have pride in what we have achieved.
* In what we achieved, and how it changed us for the better... That's worth fighting for. And dying for. As they did...

Alisaie:
* There are some structures up ahead. Still a ways to go before we reach the dead sun...
* Given...all this...I know how naive it must sound to hope it all works out somehow.
* Still, you'll forgive me if I wish for it all the same. And for you most of all.
* Not that you of all people need it. It's just...after all the help you've given me, for once I want to be the one to help you.

Alphinaud:
* This is almost...

Alisaie:
* Normal? It's not unlike many cities we know. But it's deathly quiet...

Alphinaud:
* Mayhap the inhabitants are within the buildings. Or invisible to our senses.

???:
* Wrong on both counts. There is simply no one here.

Alphinaud:
* Meteion!

Meteion:
* This is how I found it when I arrived. Another star which once pulsed with life, but no longer.
* How it ended, I do not know. Invasion, sickness, suicide─none can say.
* None lived to speak for the dead. They are gone. Gone. Search all you like, but you'll only end up turning back.

Alphinaud:
* If there is no one here, then neither should there be emotion to bar our way.
* Yet Meteion seems convinced we'll turn back. What riddle is this...?

Hello, World

2021-12-12T04:59:23Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

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| title = Hello, World
| image = helloworld.png
| description = G'raha Tia is ready to take the next step.
| quest-giver = G'raha Tia
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 37.4
| location-y = 25.4
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 1087
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = ┣┨̈//̈ No┨ΦounΔ•••
| next-quest = Forge Ahead
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alisaie.
* Speak with G'raha Tia and observe M-017.
* Speak with M-017.
* Speak with Alisaie.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

G'raha Tia:
* We should return to the outpost for now. The others will wish to hear about the errant Omicron.

Alisaie:
* G'raha says you found a suspicious Omicron. That's good, because the units here were of no help.
* They all had the same thing to say about the extended operations unit: that there's no way to arrange a direct meeting.
* Still, that served to prove that it's business as usual at the outpost.
* But enough about us. Tell me you learned something more useful...
* An Omicron trying to make sense of the meaning of life... None of the others were even a fraction as philosophical.

Alphinaud:
* This unit may well be in a position of leadership. Perhaps even one of those that comprise Sir.
* As we know, the Omicrons invade other stars and enhance themselves using the spoils of conquest.
* With the technology at their disposal, they should be able to alter their bodies, be it in part or in whole.
* Setting aside the question of motive, if Sir, for example, wished to have an ordinary Omicron's body, I see no reason why it would not be possible.

G'raha Tia:
* The problem is how to go about ascertaining if that's what happened...
* When I attempted to probe further, it promptly ended the conversation. If it is indeed Sir, I doubt it would willingly reveal its true identity.

Alisaie:
* I have an idea.
* We use lightning on the console again, but we make it stronger. Much stronger.
* At that moment, should the unit exhibit a reaction, that could suggest that it has a connection to Sir.

G'raha Tia:
* An inspired idea. I daresay it is worth a try.

Alisaie:
* I had a feeling you'd be on board. This time, you must allow me to do the honors.

Alphinaud:
* I will stand guard in case your incantation draws sentries to the scene.

G'raha Tia:
* For my part, then, I will approach our suspect and divert its attention.
* During which time, Player, I want you to observe it closely for anomalous behavior.

Alphinaud:
* I should mention that, shortly before you returned, an Omicron appeared from the same direction.
* Rather than entering the outpost, however, it headed off towards the console. At first I assumed it was a unit on patrol, but perhaps...

G'raha Tia:
* That could only be our errant Omicron! We must seek it out and begin our operation at once!

Alisaie:
* All right, Alphinaud and I will stand by at the console. And when it's time, I'll unleash a veritable storm!

G'raha Tia:
* This will work, I'm sure of it. After all, our comrades are watching over us...
* Come, my friend. Let us find this doubt-plagued Omicron!
* You are the one that was observing the tree, are you not? Full glad I am to find you again.
* I have a question for you, you see. About the device which sustains the tree.

M-017:
* Provided it does not necessitate the disclosure of restricted information, very well...
* ...An anomaly, you say?
* Performing diagnostic... Error confirmed. My connection to central command is suffering from intermittent failures.
* I must leave at once and present myself for maintenance at the nearest facility. You will excuse me.

G'raha Tia:
* What you need, my friend, isn't maintenance. It is to confront the truth.
* While we spoke, our comrade struck the console used to communicate with Sir.
* That is the cause of your anomaly. You are connected to Sir, aren't you?

M-017:
* ...Affirmative.
* To what end you sought to assert this fact, I do not know. But before we speak further, we must move away from the other units.
* I do not wish for them to know my true identity.

G'raha Tia:
* Very well. Our friends are at the console. Let us head there.

M-017:
* As you have surmised, I am part of the shared intelligence of Stigma-1.
* It is─was my charge to determine the optimal path to achieving our prime function.
* This body had been abandoned by its former owner, and lay unused.
* I took it and abandoned my own─and with it my duty.

G'raha Tia:
* May we ask why you did this? From what we gather, it seems to be a personal matter.

M-017:
* Our kind did not always look as we do now. Long ago, we possessed frail and feeble bodies.
* Beleaguered by stronger races, our ancestors took to augmenting their flesh in order to defend themselves.
* What began with limited parts eventually spread to the whole body. And at last, a means was discovered to convert the mind into data, rendering even the brain obsolete.
* Such complete mechanical beings were called the Omicrons. And by their might, we came to reign supreme over the star.
* But even then, we did not feel secure. For we knew that the universe was home to civilizations aside from our own─civilizations that may be stronger still than us.
* Rather than risk becoming the subjugated, we chose to become the subjugator. We began our conquest of the stars, that we might acquire the resources and knowledge we needed to reign supreme.
* We were successful in that endeavor. So powerful did we become, we could lay low even the mighty dragons.
* But then something unexpected happened. I began experiencing an error: I could no longer determine an optimal path.

Alisaie:
* You were malfunctioning?

M-017:
* I performed numerous full system scans, each time finding no issues. Yet the error persisted...
* It was then that I speculated: what would happen if we grew so powerful as to have no equal?
* To become stronger was essential to our existence. Our every action has been in service to this objective.
* But if nothing lies beyond this, can it be truly said that it was essential?
* Have we been engaging only in wanton destruction?

Alphinaud:
* You could find no threat to justify your purpose.

M-017:
* The Omicrons will never leave this star.
* They will stand by until their reserves of energy are spent. For I have no path to offer them. None.

G'raha Tia:
* It is not our place to pass judgment on the deeds of the Omicrons.
* But surely this does not have to spell the end of your people?
* With your power and knowledge, the possibilities are endless. Why not seek out a new purpose?

M-017:
* That is impossible.
* In the beginning, we had a higher purpose than our pursuit of power.
* But we lost sight of it when we so irrevocably altered our fundamental forms.
* When we cast aside our flesh, so too did we cast aside all that defined us. Nothing remains of who we once were.
* I have no aspirations. No longer can I dream. The vital spark is lost.
* Lost amidst circuitry and code and commands...

G'raha Tia:
* I believe I know how to overcome this despair.
* The words are ready in my mind, but ere I speak them...
* I want you to make me a promise.
* Be it across time or space, our promises have always connected us. And so I ask that you indulge me once more, that this won't be the end.
* Is that so? In that case, I won't hold back.
* First, I want to visit Ishgard with you. Properly.
* We scarcely had time to look around last time. I should like it very much if you could show me the sights.
* Next, you must regale me with your greatest adventures. In the places where you lived them, if possible.
* I may have read about all your deeds, but there is no substitute for a firsthand account.
* And last but not least, a new adventure together. Unlike any we've experienced before.
* We'll travel the lands, cross the seas, and take to the skies upon the eternal wind─and it will be marvelous! It will...
* If you would humor me a moment─when we awaken each morning, how can we prove that we're the same individual who retired the night before?
* Through the remembrance of past events, we might say. We have our memories. Yet there are times when we forget, or recall incorrectly.
* What of our bodies, then? It is the same one, we might say. Yet technically speaking, as living beings, our bodies are constantly changing. It will never be as it was at an earlier point in time.
* Our souls are no more immutable. On our star, people are known to inherit the souls of others, yet they are decidedly different beings.
* For my part, I've subjected my totality to much and more. I've made my body into an extension of a tower. Blended my soul and memories with those of another self.
* And each time, I would ask myself: what is it that makes me, me?

M-017:
* Were you able to determine an answer?

G'raha Tia:
* No. But that doesn't mean I'm confused. It simply means I'm the same as everyone else.
* So I posit this: who we were need not prescribe what we now hold in our hearts.
* Whatever came before, what matters most is the present.
* For me, that is being here with my friends. Full proud of how much we've grown together.
* So I urge you to not give up. Heed your heart's desire, and hope that the future you long for shall be realized!

M-017:
* I...cannot. We cannot.
* We cannot understand desire, nor comprehend hope. We do not know how to create such things.

G'raha Tia:
* We're not unalike, you and I... I too have struggled to find the courage to express and embrace my wants.
* If you like, I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink. Of a people who never gave up on the future.
* Of a man who realized his grandest dreams, and then awakened to a grander reality.

Alisaie:
* G'raha!
* You idiot... Just once... Just once stay with us to the end...
* They all leave so easily, as if it's nothing... How do they think we feel!?
* The next time we meet, I'll...I'll give him such a flick...and that'll be just to start...

Hello, World

2021-12-12T04:36:54Z

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┣┨̈//̈ No┨ΦounΔ•••

2021-12-12T04:35:41Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = ┣┨̈//̈ No┨ΦounΔ•••
| image =
| description = G'raha Tia is ready to set forth.
| quest-giver = G'raha Tia
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 32.3
| location-y = 27.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 1260
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Vic┨οry ̈ ̈ ̈╳, │̆││ε Lost
| next-quest = Hello, World
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Examine the console.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Observe activity at Base Omicron.
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Search for the errant Omicron.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

G'raha Tia:
* So, the console we seek lies on the far side of this isle.
* Given the nature of the ground, the route may not be entirely direct as it seems.
* Let us all watch our step as we make our way.
* This appears to be the console.

G'raha Tia:
* But it seems...unresponsive.
* Would you care to take a look at it?
* No luck, I see.
* But there must be a way to activate it. There must...

Alisaie:
* Well, I'm out of ideas...

Alphinaud:
* As am I. Operating such consoles is trying enough, but if we can't even activate it...

G'raha Tia:
* Perhaps there is a way.
* First, consider the world that has been recreated here.
* Its inhabitants were machines who gathered combat data to enhance themselves. And among the many wars they waged, the most notable was that against the dragons.
* As you've doubtless surmised, I believe this was the home world of Omega.
* Cid built a jamming device to defeat it. A device which generated massive bursts of lightning, its sole weakness.

Alisaie:
* That's all well and good, but what does that─ ...Wait, you're not thinking to strike the console with lightning, are you?

G'raha Tia:
* As a matter of fact, I am. Ask yourselves this: why would an entity as puissant as Omega not be designed to suppress the effects of lightning?

Alphinaud:
* Because it relies upon it─or something akin to it─as a source of energy.

G'raha Tia:
* My thoughts exactly. And there is a good chance the same is true of the Omicrons and their devices.
* So, shall I cast caution to the wind and try something reckless and dramatic?
* You still have it!? Cid and Nero's legendary device, which brought low the superweapon Omega!?
* Wait... The actual device was much too big to lug around, so you must have only the control module. And there I was getting all excited...
* Never mind. An old-fashioned spell will suffice.

Alisaie:
* It...it worked!

???:
* Opening connection to Communications Module I... Connection established.

Sir:
* Transmission: strategic Matrix Stigma-1 now online. As the primary strategic matrix, you may address me as “Sir.”
* Checking for new communications... None found. All units, please maintain current state.
* End transmission. Closing connection...

G'raha Tia:
* Wait! We have questions for you!
* Of late, no mission orders have been issued. Why not? Has there been some manner of trouble?

Sir:
* Reply: the extended operations unit has yet to determine guidelines for future assignments.
* All strategies are calculated, devised, and actioned in accordance with said guidelines.
* In the interim, all citizens are directed to maintain a state of combat readiness. End reply. Awaiting query.

Alphinaud:
* Can you tell us why the extended operations unit hasn't yet determined the guidelines?

Sir:
* Unable to comply. Information unavailable or access restricted.

Alphinaud:
* In that case, is it possible for us to communicate directly with the unit?

Sir:
* ...Access denied. Unable to establish connection.

Alisaie:
* Is there anything you can tell us? Have there been any abnormalities, like a threat to the star or widespread unrest?

Sir:
* Reply: negative. All citizens continue to operate at maximum efficiency.
* If your operations are suboptimal, please proceed to a maintenance facility for evaluation. Otherwise, standby at your designated post. End reply.
* End transmission. Closing connection...

G'raha Tia:
* I could activate it again, but I doubt it would be productive. What do you think?

Alisaie:
* If all the Omicrons really were running as efficiently as it claimed, then I doubt they were hoping for life here to end.
* As this Sir told us, there just haven't been any new instructions, and everyone is standing by.

Alphinaud:
* Should be standing by, at any rate. If there are those that are neglecting their duties, perhaps we can glean a clue from them.
* I propose we take another look around, and also try to find the operations unit.
* Let us focus our search on the outpost.
* Alisaie and I will try speaking with the Omicrons this time, in the hopes we might learn something new.
* Meanwhile, perhaps you and G'raha could observe them from a distance.
* These beings are systematic and routine by nature. If there are any that aren't, it shouldn't be too difficult to spot them.
* If there are no questions, then let us begin at once!

G'raha Tia:
* As we came this way, I believe I spied a promising vantage point. Follow me.
* An Omicron wandering aimlessly? Where!?
* Aha, I see it!
* It's left the base. Let's follow it!
* It's not here, but it definitely came this way. It must have used the portal.
* Time to go through and see what we find...

M-017:
* Bzzzt... What is your query?

G'raha Tia:
* Ah, you found it!
* What are you doing here?

M-017:
* ...I am looking at the tree.

G'raha Tia:
* Quite an unusual specimen... What is the device attached to it?

M-017:
* The tree is a sample collected from another star. As it cannot survive in our environment, however, it requires life support. That is the function of the device.

G'raha Tia:
* To go to such lengths to sustain it... Is there something special about this tree?

M-017:
* Being foreign matter, protocol requires that we study it. As this task has been completed, the specimen may be discarded.
* However, when I behold the tree, I am made to feel as though...there is a problem.
* In order to become strong, we have continued to enhance ourselves. Like we did countless others, we conquered the star whence this tree came.
* It is the last remnant of a dead world, and there is nothing towards which it may aspire. Yet it grows. Extends its branches. Sprouts leaves. Produces seeds.
* Why does it seek to continue?
* Why was it made to behave in such a way, and to what end? I do not understand.

G'raha Tia:
* ...I see. Out of curiosity, does this pertain to your duty?

M-017:
* ...No, it does not. My apologies, I shall return to my designated post and assume a state of combat readiness.

G'raha Tia:
* So, it was acting outside of orders...
* Perhaps it is simply a malfunctioning Omicron. These are by no means uncommon.
* But it may also be a unit possessed of the ability to make decisions. One not unlike Sir...
* I believe this bears further investigation.
* To endeavor to live even if we must depend on forces beyond our control...
* Tell me, Player. One day, when this adventure becomes a part of your epic, do you think I will be mentioned in it?
* You truly think so? That would be a...
* Nay, I shouldn't say such things until the moment comes to pass. Never mind the embarrassment...
* ...Well, we had best get on with our task.
* Tracking down Sir, and understanding the nature of the emotion which bars our way!

Vic┨οry ̈ ̈ ̈╳, │̆││ε Lost

2021-12-12T04:03:24Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Vic┨οry ̈ ̈ ̈╳, │̆││ε Lost
| image =
| description = G'raha Tia regards his comrades in solumn silence.
| quest-giver = G'raha Tia
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 25.1
| location-y = 8.8
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 1475
| unlocks = lc Base Omicron
| prev-quest = Where Kn∞wledge Leads
| next-quest = ┣┨̈//̈ No┨ΦounΔ•••
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud
* Pass through the portal and wait for your comrades at the designated location.
* Continue waiting for your comrades.
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Search the area for denizens.
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Gather information at Base Omnicron
* Speak with G'raha Tia.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

G'raha Tia:
* Are you all ready to continue on?
* Then let us make for where that light shone. Y'shtola and Urianger have opened the way for us.

Alphinaud:
* Yes, I can feel it! The aether emanating from the arcane pattern!
* This is a portal, and no mistake. Let us see where it leads.
* Amazing... Yet another civilization...

Alisaie:
* Attacked as soon as you arrived!? Not the most welcoming of places, is it...

G'raha Tia:
* We must try to find denizens who are amenable to conversation.

Alphinaud:
* We should also get the lay of the land, see how far we can go.

Alisaie:
* I'll help Alphinaud with that. In the meantime, you and G'raha can search for friendlier folk.

G'raha Tia:
* Apart from hostile beings, take care with your footing. I mislike the look of this terrain.

Alisaie:
* Not knowing what the locals are like, you'd best take care yourselves. We'll find you once we've finished exploring.

G'raha Tia:
* I expect the twins will seek the outermost bounds of the isle, so I propose we search the central area.
* There are machines patrolling here and there. Sentinels, in all likelihood.
* Like those you encountered, they will most certainly attack any who venture too close.
* So let us avoid them, and look for others that appear more approachable.
* Look, Player. The machines here do not appear hostile. Let's see if we can communicate with them...
* Begging your pardon, but we are searching for the denizens of this star.

M-032:
* Bzzzt... Unknown life-forms detected. Assigning generic label: interplanetary travelers.
* Greetings and welcome to the planet. <blip> <bloooooop>

G'raha Tia:
* The planet...what? Could you please repeat that?

M-032:
* It appears your hearing organ is unable to process the name in our tongue. It may be translated into yours as “Alphatron.”
* Our people, meanwhile, are called the Omicrons, and you stand within one of our outposts.

G'raha Tia:
* The Omicrons, you say... And what is it that you do here?

M-032:
* We are preparing for war.
* As we presently do not have a designated target, you have nothing to fear.
* Should your star become designated, however, you will be taken into custody and or terminated.

G'raha Tia:
* Not a little frightening, these Omicrons, but at least they seem to be forthright...
* I will see what else I can learn from this fellow, if you could try speaking with the others?

M-097:
* Bzzzt... Greetings, traveler. When venturing outside the outpost, beware malfunctioning units.
* They do not heed Sir's commands, and indiscriminately attack all non-Omicrons.
* For the avoidance of confusion, be advised that “Sir” is the alias of Stigma-1. Sir issues instructions to our forces as the foremost of the six strategic matrices that bear the designation Stigma.

N-0253:
* Bzzzt... Measuring combat capability...Result: negligible. Subject falls outside targeting parameters.
* Greetings, traveler. We are the Omicrons, and our objective is self-enhancement.
* In order to achieve this, we venture forth in conquest to acquire combat data and resources.
* Most recently, we succeeded in subjugating the home world of the beings whose strength was said to be without parallel: the dragons.
* Yet though the endeavor yielded a wealth of combat data, the star was rendered barren and unable to yield resources. A subsequent costing determined that the losses incurred exceeded the gains.

N-0055:
* <blip> <bloop> Autonomous weapon deployment: complete. Vanguard armament upgrade: complete. Munition levels: satisfactory.
* Combat readiness assessment: nominal. Awaiting instructions from Sir.
* Maintaining state of combat readiness.

G'raha Tia:
* You learned a few things? So did I. Ere we share our findings, however, I believe it best to step outside the outpost. Come with me.

Alisaie:
* Ah, there you are!

Alphinaud:
* We've finished surveying the area. This will come as no surprise, but there was no way forward.

Alisaie:
* There were portals like the one we used to get here, but those that worked only sent us to isolated isles.

G'raha Tia:
* Then as before, we must locate the embodiment of the emotion that bars the way.

Alisaie:
* What of yourselves? Did you find anyone to speak with?

Alphinaud:
* So the Omicrons seek to advance themselves through conquest...
* Following their victory over the dragons, they stand ready for the next campaign, but their leader has yet to issue new commands. And so they wait.

G'raha Tia:
* In such a place, who could it be that fits Urianger's description? A soul whose yearning for oblivion surpasses all others...

Alisaie:
* Urianger said this?

G'raha Tia:
* During our investigation, before we joined you in Elegeia.

Alisaie:
* So that's the way of it... Why couldn't he just say it to all of us?

Alphinaud:
* Given what we know of this place, it's certainly a curious state of affairs.
* While the dragons and the Ea longed for death, the Omicrons long for conflict. As much as that may lead to destruction, it must be considered a distinct desire.

G'raha Tia:
* In order to find the source of the dominant emotion, I believe we should seek out their leader. This “Sir.”
* According to M-032─the first Omicron with whom we spoke─there is a console by which we might communicate with it.
* M-032 also added that it would be a “pointless exercise,” but that in itself, I believe, is worth investigating. What say you?

Where Kn∞wledge Leads

2021-12-11T21:38:50Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

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| title = Where Kn∞wledge Leads
| image = whereknowledgeleads.png
| description = Something seems to be weighing on Urianger's mind.
| quest-giver = Urianger
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 23.1
| location-y = 11.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 909
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = F//εsh AbanΔon┨Δ
| next-quest = Vic┨οry ̈ ̈ ̈╳, │̆││ε Lost
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Urianger.
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Speak with Y'shtola.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Urianger:
* Ere we join the Ea, there is one trifling matter I would fain investigate.
* Player, G'raha Tia─might I trouble you for your assistance?

G'raha Tia:
* But of course.

Urianger:
* My thanks. We shall head outside the abode, if you would kindly follow me.

Y'shtola:
* I know not what mischief you are plotting, Urianger...but I trust you have our best interests at heart.
* The rest of us shall go on ahead to Elegeia. Lest you worry, we won't start without you.

Urianger:
* Aye, this place shall serve.

G'raha Tia:
* Is it the spring that you wished to investigate?

Urianger:
* Pray forgive me, my friends...but there is naught to investigate.
* 'Twas but a pretense to speak in private.

G'raha Tia:
* You have our undivided attention.

Urianger:
* As we have established, here in Ultima Thule, those denizens of ruined stars are recreated in their twilight days.
* Yet one question doth arise in my mind.
* So faithfully formed are the simulacra, they believe themselves yet amongst the living. How dost thou suppose this is possible?

G'raha Tia:
* I'm inclined to agree. If Meteion can take the emotions of others as her own, I daresay she would be able to recreate them more faithfully than had she relied on any historical account.
* By which logic, she must have visited them while they still lived─the dragons and the Ea both!

Urianger:
* So too did I theorize and, upon that assumption, consider how those two races may have met their demise.
* According to thine own tale, Meteion perceiveth the emotions of those nearby as her own.
* A heightened sense of empathy intrinsic to her nature as an entelechy.
* In the course of her star-faring journey, if she encountered beings who strongly desired a cessation of their existence...

G'raha Tia:
* She would be powerless before that desire.

Urianger:
* Even as she possesseth the power to grant it─the power of dynamis.
* 'Tis my supposition that, overwhelmed by their longing for death, Meteion did unleash dynamis and ushered the dragons and the Ea unto their doom.
* Of course, such was not always the outcome; full many stars did she find already lost to ruin.
* In order to create a terminus, however, the fervent desire for the end is essential.
* Therefore, should you struggle to find the way forward, pray ask yourselves this: in the place where you stand, whose is the soul that yearneth most desperately for oblivion?

G'raha Tia:
* Why do you tell us this now?

Urianger:
* Ne'er again would I betray your trust. This pledge I did make to my comrades. In bringing thee into my confidence, I would remain true to my word.
* As for thee... Let us consider it my fitting reward for the secrets I harbored for the Crystal Exarch.
* I once placed my faith in thy chosen path, walking at thy side full knowing that we were bound for thy demise.
* I ask now that thou returnest the favor, and abide in faith as I fulfill mine own destiny.

G'raha Tia:
* If you say my debt has come due, how am I to refuse?

Urianger:
* 'Tis indelicate of me, I know full well, and I can but beg thy forgiveness.
* Yet even if I must needs go to such lengths, I cannot well feign ignorance of the answer I have found within...
* The answer to the question: in what moment might I stand strongest?

G'raha Tia:
* After all that we've been through, I will say only this.
* Do what you must. Do what you must, and see your conviction through.

Urianger:
* I shall, my friend. I shall.
* Without further ado, then, let us go to join our comrades.

G'raha Tia:
* ...
* Let us be off too. To Elegeia.

Y'shtola:
* It seems everyone is accounted for. Shall we, then?
* Please, continue. Tell us about this truth you discovered.

Coph-coodg:
* Very well. Bear in mind, however, that the purpose of this conversation is not to impart scholarly knowledge. For such requires that you comprehend the subject matter─which you will not.
* We will forgo the intricacies of our scientific methodology and deal only with the conclusion─the end of our society, and our world.

Lah-laakh:
* We acknowledge, with regret, that your star is in the midst of the same panic-induced cataclysm that befell Deneb III.
* As such, in order to avoid causing undue distress, we will refrain from explicitly stating how much time you have remaining.

Y'shtola:
* You are entirely too kind. I pray you recount your tale as you see fit.

Coph-coodg:
* In the beginning, the universe was but a tiny particle. Then suddenly, this particle began to expand.
Coph-coodg: Having remained entirely in the bounds of your star, the phenomenon may be difficult for your kind to grasp, but this expansion has since continued unabated.

Lah-laakh:
* Speculating that the universe could not grow indefinitely, we sought to learn what might occur─and made a worrying discovery.
* The stars will continue to spread apart, as will their finite thermal energies.
* Eventually, all heavenly bodies will grow cold and freeze. No new stars will be born, and the universe will enter unto an eternal ice age.

Coph-coodg:
* In hopes of proving that this determination was erroneous, we scrutinized our research from all angles, even as we sought to avert the everlasting winter.
* The endeavor proved fruitless. So infamously so, in fact, that it became synonymous with vain effort.
* The universe as we know it would end, and there is no way to prevent it.

Lah-laakh:
* Beneath the weight of this knowledge, our society stagnated. Though we had time still, it was a “cold” comfort.
* Why strive for anything when desolation is assured? When our wealth of wisdom, accumulated since the dawning of our kind, would be forever lost?
* No civilization would rise from our ashes. No scholar recover our knowledge. In silence unbroken, naught would stir.

Coph-coodg:
* Intellect was once our pride. Overnight, it became our shame. Our works monuments to futility.
* Immortality, our greatest invention, became a source of suffering. Rather than suffer on, many chose to unmake themselves by means of aetheric exsanguinaters.
* Etched upon these stones are the testaments of such souls. Though many left no words at all, thinking it a pointless gesture.

Lah-laakh:
* Once we have obtained vessels of flesh, we likewise intend to vanish.

Coph-coodg:
* If you understand this─understand aught of our tale─you will abandon your quest for knowledge.
* Ignorance truly is bliss. If you would cling to your illusory happiness, remain primitive and pure. It is the only way.

Y'shtola:
* So that's your story.
* While I appreciate your advice, I will not heed it.
* Convinced though you may be of this truth, it is yours and not mine. Indeed truth, I have ever believed, is in the eye of the beholder.

Coph-coodg:
* Are you suggesting that we have reached a faulty conclusion? That our science failed us?

Y'shtola:
* Hardly. As you yourself said, the subject matter is beyond my comprehension.
* And that, I accept, is true. I do not possess the knowledge to prove or disprove your conclusion.
* In my mortal years, I doubt I could even approach the wisdom of the Ea.
* But of one thing am I absolutely certain: I would not be happier in ignorance.

Alisaie:
* Y'shtola, no! You mustn't!

Y'shtola:
* The most important lesson I've learned...is that learning isn't simply passing one's eyes over words.
* Nay... 'Tis when understood for oneself that knowledge attains its true value.
* This is what has sustained me. Driven me onward in joy and wonder. In anger and sorrow.
* The universe may end, and all may be for naught. But I will live as I always have.
* I will always seek out new knowledge. And no conclusion of yours, no matter how grim, can dampen my desire.

Coph-coodg:
* I suppose it is only to be expected. Their feeble minds cannot fathom the terrifying gravity of it all.

Lah-laakh:
* But worry not. We consider it our duty to enlighten you, and we will not stop until you grasp the full extent of our despair!

Y'shtola:
* Keep calm, and listen well.
* Though my body will soon dissipate, there may be a way to restore it.
* Azem's magick. So long as our souls remain, you can use it to summon us back.
* But you mustn't, for it would mean losing our way forward. This, I only reveal so that you can promise not to invoke the magick.
* We came here knowing what victory may cost, so press on. Press on, and do not look back.

Urianger:
* I shall join thee. As subterfuge is not required, thou shalt not suffer for mine absence.

Y'shtola: Urianger...

Urianger:
* My resolve hath never been as strong as thine. Full oft have I wavered in my decisions, and afterwards been stricken with regret.
* In spite of this, I may still stand with my comrades, supporting them as they attempt the greatest of feats.
* This truth, I have learned in the course of our journey.
* And many though my shortcomings may be, I may also claim to excel in prophecies. My studies into which have granted me the flexibility of mind needed to bend this malleable reality.
* Thus shall I hope... That thou mayest have the strength to resist, and our comrades the strength to continue.

Y'shtola:
* With you to urge us on, how could we possibly fail?

Meteion:
* What's this? An extinguished civilization...rekindled?

Alisaie:
* That's right! Our quest doesn't end here. We'll press on...and we will find you!

Meteion:
* There. That's where you'll find me.

G'raha Tia:
* Is that...another star?

Meteion:
* Of the stars we visited, most were already devoid of life. And where there was life still, the inhabitants wished for death.
* But even death, we learned, isn't truly the end. It is but a part of the cycle of rebirth.
* Souls return to the star─or in its absence, a larger flow. And eventually they are reborn.
* Alive again, to know suffering anew...
* True salvation lies not in dying. It lies in not being born.
* This is the gift I would give to you. To all life on beautiful Etheirys.
* To that end, we created an egg wherein life cannot quicken─that dead sun.
* Attain it if you can. Before your friends' emotions fade away─along with their protection.

Where Kn∞wledge Leads

2021-12-11T21:13:28Z

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F//εsh AbanΔon┨Δ

2021-12-11T21:12:03Z

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| title = F//εsh AbanΔon┨Δ
| image =
| description = Coph-coodg languidly awaits his brethren's arrival
| quest-giver = Coph-coodg
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 22.1
| location-y = 10.7
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 952
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice
| next-quest = Where Kn∞wledge Leads
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Coph-coodg.
* Wait at the designated location.
* Wait at the designated location again.
* Speak with Y'shtola.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Alisaie:
* <sigh> I had no luck, but everyone else fared well enough. Quite a few Ea have awakened.

Coph-coodg:
* Ah, there they are.
* May I introduce to you Lah-laakh, Dew-deekh, and Neh-needg.

Lah-laakh:
* It has been too long, Coph-coodg. I daresay Sadr IV has since completed an orbit.

Coph-coodg:
* Indeed. Until the travelers brought it to my attention, I hadn't noticed how unraveled some had become.

Neh-needg:
* Travelers...? Ah, of course, of course. The ones who wished to know why we seek to regain corporeal forms.

Coph-coodg:
* The truth of the matter is as plain to see as the neighboring systems, but my single account would fail to satisfy the requirement for scientific objectivity. Thus did I bid them awaken you.

G'raha Tia:
* Am I the only one who struggles to tell who is speaking?

Urianger:
* Nay, thou art not. In the absence of corporeal forms and the divergence they afford, mayhap such similarity in voice is unavoidable.

Dew-deekh:
* By the way, Coph-coodg─have you already observed the requisite custom for the travelers?
* That which one is expected to do when receiving guests. A matter of proper form.

Coph-coodg:
* Ahhh, yes. So long has it been, it had completely escaped my mind...and still does. What was it again? I can't seem to remember...

Dew-deekh:
* Neither do I. Pity. I was hoping you would...

Neh-needg:
* Perhaps we can search the archives for the answer.

Coph-coodg:
* Come now, Neh-needg, the archives have long been frozen, lest we subject ourselves to further dolor. Surely you recall that much.

Lah-laakh:
* ...Ah, of course. Food─the custom is to serve food.
* Beings of flesh such as they must regularly replenish their aether. By contributing to their replenishment, we communicate our friendly intention.

All:
* That's right, that's right!

Coph-coodg:
* We duly invite you to join us in communal repast, after which we may engage in leisurely conversation.

Alphinaud:
* If we have a chance to learn something, then I see no reason to decline.

Coph-coodg:
* Excellent. If you would care to follow, we shall feast you on the purest aether.
* This facility is where we replenish our aether. There is no particular name for it, but we traditionalists sometimes use the word “restaurant.”
* Now then, if you would take your place with your comrades, the space will soon be awash with purest aether. Please absorb as much as you like.

Y'shtola:
* Just as I had suspected. As meticulously as one might recreate the Ea's home world, this is Ultima Thule. One cannot simply generate aether here.
* As recreations, our friends are oblivious to this fact. To the very truth of their existence. Much like the phantoms of the recreated Amaurot.
* However appearances may seem, we must ever be mindful that it is the memories of the dead with whom we deal.

Coph-coodg:
* So, did you have your fill of aether?

Y'shtola:
* Alas, we couldn't absorb it. A deficiency in our forms, it would seem.

Coph-coodg:
* Oh, how very unfortunate... May I ask how you normally replenish your aether?

Dew-deekh:
* Through your mouths, you say! How very primitive and quaint!

Neh-needg:
* To think that their mouths serve not only to expel sound, but draw in sustenance besides... Such life-forms have long since vanished from our systems!

Urianger:
* Though we regrettably could not partake of your magnificent feast, rest assured we feel your welcome most keenly.
* In the course of acquainting ourselves with your sophisticated ways, however, we could not fail but wonder: wherefore do you wish to obtain vessels of flesh, and thence to vanish? Will you not favor us with an explanation?

Coph-coodg:
* You flesh-and-blood beings are always so hasty. It does have its charm, however...
* Very well, we shall indulge you. In the beginning, when the Ea yet possessed corporeal bodies, our ancestors dedicated themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and technological advancement.
* By transcending all limitations, we believed we would eliminate sorrow and abide in true happiness.

Lah-laakh:
* From the tangible such as land to the intangible such as labor, there exist myriad hindrances to progress. But the most confining of all was the flesh itself.
* Our natural lifespan was distressingly middling, you see. Too short to enjoy unhurried lives, yet too long to be considered disposable.
* Furthermore, to simply maintain the integrity of our bodies demanded considerable resources.

Neh-needg:
* But we managed to solve this problem.
* After long years, we discovered how to become noncorporeal entities with everlasting lives, untroubled by the failures of the flesh.

Dew-deekh:
* Thus changed, we had more time and freedom to continue our scientific pursuits.
* We went on to make ever greater strides in our quest to transcend all limitations, until we finally decided to challenge the last of them all: the limit of knowledge.

Coph-coodg:
* That is to say, deciphering the laws of creation.
* We sought to discover how the universe came into being and explain all extant phenomena, and thence predict the future.
* If we could but achieve this, we believed that we would be free from uncertainty and anxiety.

Y'shtola:
* And did you find the answers you sought?

Coph-coodg:
* Yes, we did. Our efforts revealed to us a fundamental truth.

Lah-laakh:
* Knowledge of said truth is essential for the continuation of our conversation. If you would learn more, we will share it with you.

Dew-deekh:
* No, we mustn't. Primitive as they are, it would be unspeakably cruel to deprive them of their ignorance.

Neh-needg:
* They are possessed of corporeal forms, their lives readily ended.
* As those who have gone before, is it not our duty to warn them?

Urianger:
* What thinkest thou...?

Coph-coodg:
* We have deliberated and come to a consensus.
* If you are resolved to know it, we will disclose to you the truth we discovered. The truth of the universe.
* Seek us at the stone pillars just outside the bounds of the abode. A place called Elegeia.

Y'shtola:
* A fundamental truth...
* We will hear it, of course. Let us learn what has led such an enlightened people to this indolent end.

Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice

2021-12-11T20:59:58Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

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| title = Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice
| image =
| description = Alphinaud has regained his composure and is ready to proceed.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 12.0
| location-y = 16.3
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1081
| unlocks = lc Abode of the Ea
| prev-quest = A Test of Wιll
| next-quest = F//εsh AbanΔon┨Δ
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Urianger.
* Speak with Alisaie.
* Search for signs of life.
* Speak with Coph-coodg.
* Commune with the crystalline domiciles.
* Speak with Coph-coodg.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Alphinaud:
* As Y'shtola and Alisaie said, we must continue.
* Hmm. Notice the change in our surroundings? Perhaps this is the memory of an altogether different world.
* 'Twould be prudent to learn more of it, then. Tread carefully, lest we lose our footing in this sand.

Urianger:
* Were it not for the violet crystal embedded in its surface, 'twould appear as ordinary stone.
* A curious script hath been etched upon them. Alas, it is not a language with which I am familiar.

Y'shtola:
* I cannot say I recognize it either.

G'raha Tia:
* Nor I. The dragons, from what I recall, preserve their knowledge in song and eschew the written word entirely, so we may assume this is the work of another race. One we have yet to encounter...
* Meteion claimed the dragons' world suffered a slow death, seeking the release of oblivion.
* What life we find here, like as not, doth wend its way towards a similar end.

Alisaie:
* What do you suppose that is over there?

Alphinaud:
* I'm not sure... It's hard to make out at this distance, but its surface seems to bear the same crystals as this monument.

Alisaie:
* Meaning there's a chance we may find whoever built them both. We should go and have a look. Come on.

Ghostly Figure:
* Hail, travelers. This is a most unexpected occurrence.

Alisaie:
* Oh, um... Hello there. Is this your home...?

Ghostly Figure:
* Indeed it is...Ah, forgive me. I had forgotten─an exchange of introductions is expected when first meeting those with whom one is unacquainted.
* When the vibration of vocal folds was still required to convey our thoughts and intention, “Ea,” I believe, was the pronunciation used when referring to our people.
* Though it is not entirely applicable given our present state, you are welcome to use this appellation.
* As for nomenclature to address my individual person, I believe it would be pronounced “Coph-coodg.”

Coph-coodg:
* Yes. Coph-coodg, of the Ea.

Y'shtola:
* We have encountered beings that communicate intermittently through thought, but never one that is wholly without voice.
* I presume we are having this conversation via the medium of aether. Or dynamis, as this space is suffused with vast quantities of it. Fascinating in either case.

Coph-coodg:
* I gather your response to my presence is positive, then? That is well, for there is something I wish to ask of you.
* Like yourselves, we Ea are aether-based life-forms. Therefore, it may be surmised that your bodies are of comparable biological composition to those we once possessed.
* I have a number of queries regarding your subjective perception of the five senses─sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell.
* In total, I have prepared one hundred ninety-eight billion seven hundred twelve million one hundred eighty thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven.

G'raha Tia:
* Er... That's rather a lot, isn't it?

Coph-coodg:
* Ah, my apologies. I have omitted a great many details necessary to understand the nature of my request.
* Though we dispensed with our corporeal vessels long ago, we have rediscovered a need for the flesh, and have endeavored to recreate our erstwhile forms. However, all pertinent records have been lost due to the passage of time.
* Take for example, the nervous system. It is well within our power to recreate, but we have no frame of reference for sensations once experienced by our people, which may compromise our ability to interact with our physical environment.

G'raha Tia:
* And the reason you need to regain corporeal forms?

Coph-coodg:
* Why, to bring an end to our existence, of course.
* Though “need” is perhaps too strong a word. It would be a simple matter to unmake ourselves through use of aetheric exsanguinaters. But such a death seems...inadequate.
* The traditionalists among us believe proper death requires an inescapable sense of impermanence in one's final moments. An experience found only with bodies of flesh.

Y'shtola:
* We should very much like to hear more of your plans. In exchange, we will answer any questions you have to the best of our ability.

Coph-coodg:
* Hmm... Such an exchange of information would indeed prove useful.
* Very well. To ensure efficacious exchange, I hereby invite you to our home.
* Yes. The abode of the Ea, where we traditionalists prepare for our demise.
* I presume your consent to answer questions is indicative of a tacit approval of our plans? In which case, your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
* I must caution you, however, to be mindful of the Ea wandering the desert. Their desire for bodies of flesh could be described as...overzealous. Now, if you would follow me.

Alisaie:
* This is going rather smoothly. Not that I'm complaining, mind.

Y'shtola:
* Even so, we mustn't forget their aim is oblivion, much like the dragons.
* Though I fail to see why a civilization so seemingly advanced would choose to unmake all they have created.
* At any rate, we will find no answers dallying here. Let us be on our way.

Coph-coodg:
* Welcome to our abode. Most of our compeers, you will find, remain idle in their domiciles. Though your quizzical expressions indicate my phrasing is unclear.
* I speak, of course, of the violet crystalline constructs hanging from the stone structures there.

Y'shtola:
* You say they remain idle, but what of your work to regain corporeal bodies?

Coph-coodg:
* An astute question. And understandable, given your finite nature.
* We have no desire to pursue our research, for it is no longer necessary.
* If, in our idleness, we are struck by sudden inspiration, we rise to pursue said inspiration to its conclusion. That is why I was present for your arrival, and why I continue to engage with you still.
* But while the others are not currently in a motile state, rest assured they would not object were you to disturb their respite.
* You need only cast your thoughts towards one of their crystalline domiciles to communicate.

???:
* You... You wish...to speak...?
* Very well... Pray...a moment, if you would...
* Why we seek our end, you ask? If you wish to know, I will tell you.
* Just a moment... I must remember... What form did I take when last I emerged?

Crystalline Domicile:
* ...Errrgh... Aghhh...

Coph-coodg:
* Did your inquiries yield satisfactory responses?
* I see...
* If they failed to answer, then it is likely because their minds have unraveled due to prolonged idleness. They are naught but concentrated aether now.
* Worry not─there are no others who have need of those lodgings, and they will not prove a hindrance to remain as they are. But more importantly, you said some few did answer your request for an audience, yes? I imagine they will be with us ere long.

A Test of Wιll

2021-12-11T20:40:02Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Test of Wιll
| image = testofwill.png
| description = The bereaved dragon has fallen silent, leaving Estinien to sigh with frustration.
| quest-giver = Estinien
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 9.9
| location-y = 17.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1123
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = On Burdεned ωings
| next-quest = Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Al End.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Touch the wind confluence and await the others at the designated location.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Estinien:
* They want only to brood in silence. To be left alone with their grief until time itself comes to an end.
* The sole reward for senseless bloodshed. A pain I understand...and wish that I did not.
* What fools we were...
* But now isn't the time for such thoughts.
* The others will want to hear what we've learned. Come.

Alphinaud:
* Were you able to establish any meaningful contact with the dragons?
* I see... They wish to escape what they perceive to be a cycle of conflict.
* Thank you, Player. Estinien.
* As for our part, I believe we are more acutely aware of our confines than before...
* We started by traversing the perimeter of the island, to see if there might be a path leading off of it. Sadly, there was nothing to be found.

Estinien:
* There's no small amount of debris floating about. Could there be enough to serve as a bridge to lead us elsewhere?

Alphinaud:
* I considered that, and so I tried throwing a stone onto a potential platform to judge its integrity...
* But it never reached its mark. As it crossed an invisible threshold just beyond the boundaries of this island, it vanished, only to reappear above me, and fall at my feet. I would not be too quick to presume that what we see outside this space is as it appears.

Alisaie:
* Which is why I returned to the Ragnarok, and asked the Loporrits to search for a potential path.
* However, the ship's instruments failed to provide conclusive data on the surrounding area. Until we know more, I think it too risky to attempt flying to another island.

G'raha Tia:
* What Meteion told us before─that emotions dictate reality here─might be the key. But I'm not entirely sure what emotion might manifest a bridge to lead us to safety.

Estinien:
* So what you're saying is, we've no way forward.

Y'shtola:
* At present, aye. If it is indeed emotion that governs this island, perhaps it is not Meteion's, but the dragons' that holds us here.
* They tire of conflict, and have chosen a path of oblivion to escape it.
* Or rather, they have chosen no path at all. Meaning there is no way for the dragons, or anyone here on this island, to advance.

G'raha Tia:
* A sound theory, disheartening though it may be.

Alphinaud:
* If that is the case, what recourse do we have? They are not like to be persuaded to help us.
* Their reasoning is built on a history of turmoil and strife. Without irrefutable proof the future is not as bleak as they believe it to be...

Y'shtola:
* Mayhap persuasion is not the answer.
* Meteion meant to unmake us then and there on the Ragnarok, and she would have succeeded if not for Thancred's determination.
* She conceded it was strong enough to overpower the despair that otherwise rules Ultima Thule, and reshape it to a degree. Perhaps it can be done again in like manner─by overpowering the prevailing emotions.

Urianger:
* 'Twas Ultima Thule's architect, Meteion herself, against whom Thancred did pit himself in a clash of wills. Though I marked no leader among them, as such, I did chance to encounter a dragon possessed of despair far more potent than most. Potent enough, mayhap, to dictate the course for others─and thus, their domain, to follow.
* He spoke but few words, carefully chosen, their tone and timber alone threatening to rend my heart in twain. Challenging his desire to remain may allow us to alter the island upon which we stand.
* Alas, I fear my vaunted rhetoric availed me naught against his calcifying heart. But mayhap one of you will fare better...?
* Then I shall guide thee. Al End, they call him, in the dragon tongue. Thou wilt find him nearby, eyes fixed upon the water.
* Well, what have we to lose? Let's get going.
* He remaineth as he was when I first approached. Entombed in melancholy.

Alphinaud:
* I see... Perhaps I could─

Estinien:
* I'll handle this.
* So. Waiting to die like all the others, are you?

Al End:
* Aye. Our pride is crushed, and our souls corrupted. The winds are stilled, and the heavens offer no comfort.
* There is nothing left for our kind. Our long lives a curse as we await the end. Still as stone we shall become...

Estinien:
* So you say, yet your kind has found a new beginning on our star.
* One of you braved the expanse, bearing with him a clutch of eggs. They and their children now rule our skies, their song heard by all.

Al End:
* Our kin...on another star?
* And yet...upon thee do I smell the blood of my brethren.
* Were they drawn into discord and war on their new home?

Estinien:
* They were. They suffered much, and repaid their suffering in kind.

Al End:
* It mattereth not whither we fly.
* Ever will a sanguine ocean await us. Ever will retribution's wheel turn.
* And so, on the last of my pride as a dragon, I break free of this wheel.
* I renounce conflict! Exile myself from the other, never again to be touched by the flames of hatred!

Estinien:
* Had your brethren made the selfsame choice, my family might still be alive.
* Yet lasting peace does not come to those who simply retreat from conflict.
* No, you must be willing to confront it. To stare into the face of your foe...and see yourself in him.
* Only then can you break the cycle of torment and tragedy. This lesson, a dear friend taught me at the risk of his life.
* There is no nobility in your “penance.” You wallow in self-pity.
* And after everything we've endured, we will not let you stop us!

Alphinaud:
* Estinien!

Estinien:
* Stay back!
* I see... Theirs is the emotion that bars our way.
* The rest is up to you.

Alisaie:
* No... Not Estinien too...

G'raha Tia:
* There's a wind...

Alphinaud:
* He's opened the way for us...
* Sacrificed himself to remake this place, like Thancred did...

Alisaie:
* Oh, Alphinaud...

Alphinaud:
* Come...let us follow the wind. It will not lead us astray. He would not.
* Look there! The wind...
* This is Estinien's doing. I'm sure of it. We should ride its flow, and see where it leads.
* He...he did it. He found a way forward for us.
* The dragons remain trapped within a prison of their own making, lamenting the horrors of war. Yet Estinien knew them better than most.
* He was a man of honor and a dear friend, willing to fight to the very end for what he believed was right...

Alisaie:
* And he's still fighting, Alphinaud. Just like Thancred.
* Their sacrifices are why we can survive here. Why we still have a chance to stop her.
* Even in spirit, they're unwilling to give in to despair, and we mustn't either.

Y'shtola:
* Alisaie is right. We must press on. For their sake...

A Test of Wιll

2021-12-11T20:39:34Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Test of Wιll
| image = testofwill.png
| description = The bereaved dragon has fallen silent, leaving Estinien to sigh with frustration.
| quest-giver = Estinien
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 9.9
| location-y = 17.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1123
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = On Burdεned ωings
| next-quest = Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Al End.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Touch the wind confluence and await the others at the designated location.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Estinien:
* They want only to brood in silence. To be left alone with their grief until time itself comes to an end.
* The sole reward for senseless bloodshed. A pain I understand...and wish that I did not.
* What fools we were...
* But now isn't the time for such thoughts.
* The others will want to hear what we've learned. Come.

Alphinaud:
* Were you able to establish any meaningful contact with the dragons?
* I see... They wish to escape what they perceive to be a cycle of conflict.
* Thank you, Telsak. Estinien.
* As for our part, I believe we are more acutely aware of our confines than before...
* We started by traversing the perimeter of the island, to see if there might be a path leading off of it. Sadly, there was nothing to be found.

Estinien:
* There's no small amount of debris floating about. Could there be enough to serve as a bridge to lead us elsewhere?

Alphinaud:
* I considered that, and so I tried throwing a stone onto a potential platform to judge its integrity...
* But it never reached its mark. As it crossed an invisible threshold just beyond the boundaries of this island, it vanished, only to reappear above me, and fall at my feet. I would not be too quick to presume that what we see outside this space is as it appears.

Alisaie:
* Which is why I returned to the Ragnarok, and asked the Loporrits to search for a potential path.
* However, the ship's instruments failed to provide conclusive data on the surrounding area. Until we know more, I think it too risky to attempt flying to another island.

G'raha Tia:
* What Meteion told us before─that emotions dictate reality here─might be the key. But I'm not entirely sure what emotion might manifest a bridge to lead us to safety.

Estinien:
* So what you're saying is, we've no way forward.

Y'shtola:
* At present, aye. If it is indeed emotion that governs this island, perhaps it is not Meteion's, but the dragons' that holds us here.
* They tire of conflict, and have chosen a path of oblivion to escape it.
* Or rather, they have chosen no path at all. Meaning there is no way for the dragons, or anyone here on this island, to advance.

G'raha Tia:
* A sound theory, disheartening though it may be.

Alphinaud:
* If that is the case, what recourse do we have? They are not like to be persuaded to help us.
* Their reasoning is built on a history of turmoil and strife. Without irrefutable proof the future is not as bleak as they believe it to be...

Y'shtola:
* Mayhap persuasion is not the answer.
* Meteion meant to unmake us then and there on the Ragnarok, and she would have succeeded if not for Thancred's determination.
* She conceded it was strong enough to overpower the despair that otherwise rules Ultima Thule, and reshape it to a degree. Perhaps it can be done again in like manner─by overpowering the prevailing emotions.

Urianger:
* 'Twas Ultima Thule's architect, Meteion herself, against whom Thancred did pit himself in a clash of wills. Though I marked no leader among them, as such, I did chance to encounter a dragon possessed of despair far more potent than most. Potent enough, mayhap, to dictate the course for others─and thus, their domain, to follow.
* He spoke but few words, carefully chosen, their tone and timber alone threatening to rend my heart in twain. Challenging his desire to remain may allow us to alter the island upon which we stand.
* Alas, I fear my vaunted rhetoric availed me naught against his calcifying heart. But mayhap one of you will fare better...?
* Then I shall guide thee. Al End, they call him, in the dragon tongue. Thou wilt find him nearby, eyes fixed upon the water.
* Well, what have we to lose? Let's get going.
* He remaineth as he was when I first approached. Entombed in melancholy.

Alphinaud:
* I see... Perhaps I could─

Estinien:
* I'll handle this.
* So. Waiting to die like all the others, are you?

Al End:
* Aye. Our pride is crushed, and our souls corrupted. The winds are stilled, and the heavens offer no comfort.
* There is nothing left for our kind. Our long lives a curse as we await the end. Still as stone we shall become...

Estinien:
* So you say, yet your kind has found a new beginning on our star.
* One of you braved the expanse, bearing with him a clutch of eggs. They and their children now rule our skies, their song heard by all.

Al End:
* Our kin...on another star?
* And yet...upon thee do I smell the blood of my brethren.
* Were they drawn into discord and war on their new home?

Estinien:
* They were. They suffered much, and repaid their suffering in kind.

Al End:
* It mattereth not whither we fly.
* Ever will a sanguine ocean await us. Ever will retribution's wheel turn.
* And so, on the last of my pride as a dragon, I break free of this wheel.
* I renounce conflict! Exile myself from the other, never again to be touched by the flames of hatred!

Estinien:
* Had your brethren made the selfsame choice, my family might still be alive.
* Yet lasting peace does not come to those who simply retreat from conflict.
* No, you must be willing to confront it. To stare into the face of your foe...and see yourself in him.
* Only then can you break the cycle of torment and tragedy. This lesson, a dear friend taught me at the risk of his life.
* There is no nobility in your “penance.” You wallow in self-pity.
* And after everything we've endured, we will not let you stop us!

Alphinaud:
* Estinien!

Estinien:
* Stay back!
* I see... Theirs is the emotion that bars our way.
* The rest is up to you.

Alisaie:
* No... Not Estinien too...

G'raha Tia:
* There's a wind...

Alphinaud:
* He's opened the way for us...
* Sacrificed himself to remake this place, like Thancred did...

Alisaie:
* Oh, Alphinaud...

Alphinaud:
* Come...let us follow the wind. It will not lead us astray. He would not.
* Look there! The wind...
* This is Estinien's doing. I'm sure of it. We should ride its flow, and see where it leads.
* He...he did it. He found a way forward for us.
* The dragons remain trapped within a prison of their own making, lamenting the horrors of war. Yet Estinien knew them better than most.
* He was a man of honor and a dear friend, willing to fight to the very end for what he believed was right...

Alisaie:
* And he's still fighting, Alphinaud. Just like Thancred.
* Their sacrifices are why we can survive here. Why we still have a chance to stop her.
* Even in spirit, they're unwilling to give in to despair, and we mustn't either.

Y'shtola:
* Alisaie is right. We must press on. For their sake...

A Test of Wιll

2021-12-11T20:22:17Z

Telsak:

A Test of Wιll

2021-12-11T20:18:24Z

Telsak:

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| title = A Test of Wιll
| image = [[File:testofwill.png|300px]]
| description = The bereaved dragon has fallen silent, leaving Estinien to sigh with frustration.
| quest-giver = Estinien
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 9.9
| location-y = 17.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1123
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = On Burdεned ωings
| next-quest = Roads Pαved││Sacri┣ice
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Al End.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Touch the wind confluence and await the others at the designated location.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

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2021-12-11T20:17:03Z

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On Burdεned ωings

2021-12-11T20:14:41Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = On Burdεned ωings
| image =
| description = Despite Meteion's words, Urianger cannot accept his comrade is gone.
| quest-giver = Urianger
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 11.9
| location-y = 27.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1081
| unlocks = lc Reah Tahra
| prev-quest = A §trange New World
| next-quest = A Test of Wιll
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Gather information in Reah Tahra.
* Search for the source of the dragon's woes in Ahm Nohl.
* Investigate the dragon eggs.
* Continue investigating the dragon eggs.
* Search for the dragonet near Ahm Nohl.
* Speak with the bereaved dragon.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Urianger:
* Soul without body... A form of being with which we are not wholly unfamiliar.
* Indeed, for we existed in a similar state when residing in the First.
* The circumstances are rather more dire than that, 'tis true, but I choose to believe he is not forever lost to us.
* Regardless...in sacrifice he hath afforded us a chance to prevail. Let us not squander it, and ascertain the nature of this realm that we might confront and defeat Meteion.
* Estinien. Player. Would you accompany me in speaking with these dragons? Mayhap they can enlighten us.
* I would ask the rest of you to survey these surrounds. If there is a path that may lead us to our quarry, we must find it.

Alphinaud:
* Very well. We can reconvene here when everyone has finished.
* Meteion said these dragons are shadow and shade, from a world whose denizens sought oblivion.
* As such, they're not like to be amenable to company, let alone conversation. So please, be careful.

Urianger:
* Let us split up and gather what knowledge we may.

Seih Loskh:
* A visitor. Not of this star...
* Could thy slender hands bring plague to our world... Thy breath extinguish life's feeble flame... Oh, how we would adore thee. Alas...
* With time our flesh shall wither, our souls fade. And so we wait for its inexorable march unto oblivion.
* If thou art not come to hasten our demise, I bid thee leave us. We crave not companionship. Only silence.

Kohm Noskh:
* Beyond that distant veil... Paradise lost. So glorious. So beautiful...
* We were a proud and noble race. Strength embodied. We knew only love. Before they came...
* Metal monstrosities of black and silver. No bonds of blood did they share, nor conviction did they have to guide them.
* A crushing defeat. Never had we known such shame... Stilled now are the winds, though none could fill these wings burdened by ignominy. We fly no more, only sink into oblivion...

Whei Fehsk:
* Thou wouldst bid me speak? Hmph. Folly.
* I observe the lesson of stone. I shall not fly, nor speak, nor roar. Only watch, and wait, and end.
* But one sight yet stirreth my blood, tempteth me to raise my voice in lamentation: Ahm Nohl, the cradle of unsung dragons.
* No words, no songs are possessed of the weight to describe such tragedy... Go, if that be thy will. I shall remain.

Estinien:
* They led you here as well, did they? It was described to me as the source of their woes and proof of their end. I think I'm beginning to see why.
* It's a hatching ground. Or, was... I've seen similar on Etheirys.
* Midgardsormr's kind must once have lived and thrived in a place such as this.
* Vrtra said his father was driven from their ancestral home by war and strife. This, then, is the fate of those who remained.
* Let's have a look around. Maybe these eggs have more to tell of what happened here.
* What's this? I thought all the eggs had been ruined.
* If the dragonet was indeed hatched, there is no sign of it here─or its sire, for that matter.
* We should look for them. You start with the clifftops, and I'll search the plains.

Bereaved Dragon:
* The boisterous howling hath been quieted... By thy hand, I presume.

Estinien:
* Everything all right? I thought I heard a dragon, or something resembling one.
* Ah. I see what's happened here... Was that your child?

Bereaved Dragon:
* Perhaps. Some eggs within Ahm Nohl are indeed mine. If life within one did quicken, the beast thou hast slain may be of my blood.
* Yet I do not recognize it, twisted and malformed as it is.
* Not a dragon in truth, but a reminder of our failure. A testament to our shame.

Estinien:
* Explain.

Bereaved Dragon:
* They descended from the heavens. Cold, heartless machines. And with them rode war and death.
* With fire and fury, rage and rancor, we gave answer. 'Twas a long and bloody battle, but only the beginning...
* Untold chaos and destruction swept over the star. In the end, the invaders were victorious.
* Yet when they looked upon their prize, they deemed it unfit for requisition. We were abandoned to our ruin.
* The survivors sought to put away their shame. To rebuild. A futile effort.
* In purest soil replete with aether did we once cultivate our nesting grounds. But our lands were barren, and any eggs nurtured in such desolation were fated to rot.
* What few survive to hatch emerge as...abominations. We shall have no new progeny.

Estinien:
* But there are dragons among you capable of journeying to other stars.

Bereaved Dragon:
* That there are. Many would make the attempt, each bearing a clutch of eggs.
* The richest stars were home to the harshest rulers, and the arrival of dragons incited contests for supremacy.
* When the fires faded, the wars lost and won, they too were reduced to ash and waste.
Bereaved Dragon: 'Tis the curse of those who seek life─to be drawn into conflict, to conquer or be conquered.
* A vicious cycle we now choose to break. We tire of conflict. Of everything...
* We wait now in sweet, merciful silence. Free from strife and suffering. Still as stone...

Estinien:
* Wait! You claim your kind is doomed, but there is another star─

Bereaved Dragon:
* ......

A §trαnge New World

2021-12-11T20:01:54Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Strαnge New World
| image =
| description = Try as he might, Alphinaud can find no sign of Thancred.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Ultima Thule
| location-x = 13.9
| location-y = 33.6
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1123
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Unto the Heavens
| next-quest = On Burdεned ωings
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Gather information at the vitrified fort.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Estinien.
* Speak with Alisaie.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Alphinaud:
* We're fortunate this place can support life...albeit barely, I suspect, given the torpid, stale quality of the air...
* But never mind that. We must find Thancred. Let's begin our search from the prow of the ship. It seems as good a direction as any.
* Try not to stray too far, lest we lose sight of one another.

Alphinaud:
* Ruins. But of what, I wonder?
* Perhaps we can find something to help us understand the nature of this place. A relic, an inscription, anything...

G'raha Tia:
* Look here─this part is relatively intact.
* The intricate design of the top suggests it is man-made, though its builders were surely not men as we conceive of them.
* Having said that, I swear I have seen this pattern before...

Y'shtola:
* There is a structure here in front of me, yes? A tower of some sort, partially melted? Hmm. In a strange twist of fate, it seems our perception of this place is not so different as it would be elsewhere.
* The world as I used to see it... It feels as though I am dreaming while awake. This is more than the faded memory Meteion led us to believe.

Urianger:
* These remains have long since turned to ash...and yet, they retain their form.

Estinien:
* I thought this hill might afford a better view of our surroundings... A poor decision in hindsight.
* Besides the light from the ship, all is shrouded in darkness. If Thancred is here, I'd never know it.
* From what I can tell, we are near the edge of an island─if you can call it that─surrounded by floating debris.

Alphinaud:
* Were you able to find anything?
* As I feared. And still no trace of Thancred.

Alisaie:
* There's nothing but emptiness as far as the eye can see, which, unfortunately, isn't very far.
* Though I can't help but suspect that someone...or something is here.
* There are times when I sense it drawing close...and then a chill washes over me, leaving me exhausted.
* Leaving me with feelings of death and anguish...
* What are you talking about? There's nothing there.

Y'shtola:
* Before we jump to any conclusions, perhaps we should search elsewhere.

Alphinaud:
* Agreed. We've found only more questions when we are in desperate need of answers.

Estinien:
* There's a fair stretch of terrain from the ship's starboard we've yet to explore.

Alphinaud:
* Let us try searching there, then.

Estinien:
* Player. A word, before we join the others.
* You see them too, don't you? The dragons.
* As I thought. Their presence is tenuous at best, but there's no mistaking it.
* No doubt your bond with Midgardsormr, and mine with Nidhogg, is what allows us to perceive them.
* Could these apparitions be related to the dragons that now live on Etheirys?
* ...Bah. Better to leave such conjecture to the others. In any case, we must be careful. We may soon find dragons they can see as well.
* Hmm... Death and anguish. What happened to them, I wonder?

Alisaie:
* Dragons? Here?

Meteion:
* What you see is a memory of a world that once was.
* A world suffering a slow death, whose denizens cried out for the release of oblivion.

Alphinaud:
* What? Their world...is dead?

Meteion:
* It is. Not a single life remains upon that husk floating in the vast emptiness.
* These creatures are shadow and shade. Perpetuated only to suffuse dynamis with their unending lamentations.

Urianger:
* Our friend Thancred─where is he?

Meteion:
* A strange question. He is at your side, is he not?
* Oh yes─he is here, and there, and everywhere within this space. He would tell you himself if he had form to form words.
* Huh. Such loathing and uncertainty... You don't know why you still exist.
* In like manner to the oblivion I send, I tried to drown out your aether with dynamis.
* Beginning with this Thancred, who came at me despite being unable to breathe.
* Such a simple thing, unmaking men. In the blinking of an eye, he was gone. Didn't even have the chance to be transformed.
* Yet somehow, he managed to leave a sliver of himself behind.
* What you call...the heart...or perhaps the soul? In his final moment, he...cried out from it. A single word...
Meteion: “Survive...”
* That wish proved stronger than the despair that ruled here. It overpowered it, causing this space to be remade.
* Into a place you can perceive, and where life can endure.
* That you draw breath is proof that his soul lives on. For how long, however, remains to be seen.

Estinien:
* Well then, we should hurry and tend to business!

Meteion:
* It's futile. You will never reach the true me.
* I told you. Emotions dictate reality in this space. Such changes as you might work will not alter its nature.
* You may see, but you cannot touch. Walk, but not advance.

Estinien:
* Bah...

G'raha Tia:
* Meteion holds too much sway here. How do we contend with a foe who can unmake us on a whim?

Urianger:
* I do not know...but Thancred gave his life that we might come this far. We must press on.

Y'shtola:
* Agreed. We cannot turn tail here. Not without something to show for our comrade's sacrifice.

Unto the Heavens

2021-12-11T16:26:51Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Unto the Heavens
| image =
| description = Ojika Tsunjika is ready to send you off with a smile.
| quest-giver = Ojika Tsunjika
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 9.2
| location-y = 11.2
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508,200
| gil = 1509
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Friends Gathered
| next-quest = A §trαnge New World
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Fourchenault at Thaumazein.
* Speak with Aeglyffe.
* Speak with Livingway.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Ojika Tsunjika:
* I suppose this is where we part ways. For now, at least.
* Would that I had sage words of wisdom to share ere you depart... Mayhap the teachings of Galuf Baldesion will suffice?
* "Surrender not to anger or hatred,“ he said. ”Look beyond them, and there find true strength.“
* What one sees beyond is open to interpretation, I think, but for me, it would be the things I cherish most in life. Things I believe are worth fighting for.
* Something to consider as you venture unto the sea of stars.

Fourchenault:
* All present and accounted for? Good.
* As you will have heard, the ark is ready. All that remains is to board and be on your way.

Cid:
* I've seen my fair share of tight schedules, but this was bloody murder...
* But we did it. We finished the ship.
* It's safe, fit for purpose, and looks good to boot. Aye, it's a Garlond through and through.

G'raha Tia:
* I really don't know what we'd do without you. Thank you for everything.

Cid:
* Don't mention it. Ever since that episode with Omega, I've been toying with the idea of star-faring vessels.
* And as they say, necessity is the mother of invention. We've learned a lot, let me tell you.
* In case you're wondering about payment, the ongoing existence of the world ought to do. But feel free to throw in a colorful recounting of your journey on your return.
* So, have you thought of a name?

Alisaie:
* A name? Wasn't everyone just calling it Father's “teeny-tiny toy boat”?

Cid:
* Well, seeing as its purpose has changed, I thought a more eloquent name was in order. I suggested as much to Fourchenault, who seemed quite amenable to the idea.

Fourchenault:
* As you know, this vessel is the culmination of heretofore unprecedented collaboration.
* And though said collaboration is owed to the Scions, there is another whose noble deeds made our work possible.
* From a fragment of Dalamud, we obtained not only advanced materials such as refined adamantite, but the knowledge to traverse the stars.
* And this fragment would not have found its way to us had the Archon Louisoix not fought to protect this world─and in so doing laid down his life.
* Now that the vessel stands complete, I cannot help but wonder if it was more than mere happenstance...
* If it was my father's intention to guide us here.
* In the hopes that his guidance will see you all safely home, I name the vessel after that selfsame fragment of Dalamud he delivered unto us.
* The starship Ragnarok.

Sicard:
* Sorry for the wait! I got everyone you asked for, and not a one less.

Alphinaud:
* What are you all doing here?

Livingway:
* Oh, I invited them. The representatives of those tribes with religious inclinations.
* You've done a fine job of readying the Ragnarok, but for it to take flight, we'll of course need the power of the Mothercrystal.
* Given its immense size, however, transporting it would be an absolute logistical nightmare. Not to mention we'd need to shatter it into tiny shards for feeding to the engines.
* But a brilliant idea came to me: we convert the crystal's energy into forms that can transport themselves!

Urianger:
* Thou wouldst employ summoning...or should I say its precursor─creation magicks.

Thancred:
* Care to explain for our benefit?

Urianger:
* As you may have witnessed at Bestways Burrow, the Loporrits are capable of creation magicks, which they use to shape the moon's environment.
* Yet simple though they make it seem, 'tis a highly advanced and exacting art. To perform it correctly requireth that the wielder holdeth the object in his mind's eye in clearest detail.

Alphinaud:
* Hence the ancients' meticulous management of concepts.

Urianger:
* Drawing upon this art, the Ascians conceived of summoning as we know it.
* A derivative that replaceth the complexity of concepts with the simplicity of zealotry to make manifest a creation.

Y'shtola:
* I see... By combining the Loporrits' magicks and the tribes' faith, we convert the Mothercrystal into primals of purer form and greater obedience.
* Summoning as it was intended, one might say.

Livingway:
* Indeed, indeed!
* While Hydaelyn gave us the ability to use creation magicks, She forbade us from using it to make anything possessed of a soul─or similar.
* She didn't say anything about fulfilling the desires of others, though. So! Borrowing our friends' faith, we'll create deities using the Mothercrystal's power, and send them to the Ragnarok!

Alisaie:
* Am I the only one here concerned about the risk of being turned into a tempered minion?

Livingway:
* Oh, right, I was getting to that... From what I've read in Sharlayan tomes, it appears the Ascians incorporated an additional nasty element into their summoning method: the fervent desire to assimilate others into one's belief.
* Beings thus created are instilled with the selfsame desire, and use their powers to enthrall people─starting with the summoner.
* In contrast, our creation magicks─the original and the best, accept no substitutes─don't incorporate any of that rubbish, so there's no risk of tempering. I mean, if the being was on the scale of Zodiark, you might feel a little “tug”...but I think we'll be safe enough.

Soroban:
* Truth be told, I do not understand the intricacies of this plan. But none of us would ever turn our backs on you.
* When the avatars of our faith ran amok, you intervened without decrying we who birthed them.
* Where others vilified and suppressed us, you offered understanding and friendship.
* In gratitude, we will share with you the true expressions of our gods─not malevolent deities, but benevolent saviors!

Sicard:
* All right, you lot, we're headin' to the aetherial sea. Stay in sight else you're liable to get lost.

Soroban:
* Lead the way!

Wilfsunn:
* May we have a moment?
* In anticipation of the day man might journey to the stars, we developed these.

Bloewyda:
* Portable teleportation devices. One for each of you, designed to work in tandem.
* Press the button on one, and in a matter of moments all eight will activate and send their owners back to the Ragnarok.
* There is no telling what hazards you may encounter. If you find yourselves separated or lost, please do not hesitate to use them.
* Be safe, all of you. And come back.

Urianger:
* You as well. I pray you take care.

Livingway:
* Looks like everything is in order, so I'll go ahead and board.
* A few of my fellows will remain to assist with the summonings, but rest assured the vessel won't want for competent crewing.

Fourchenault:
* If you are ready, then you should board as well. Go...and godsspeed.

Aeglyffe:
* If you would come this way, I will direct you to the bridge.
* Welcome to the bridge, everyone!
* I hope you have everything, because I can't be bothered turning back.
* Right then, make yourselves comfortable. We're setting off in just a moment.
* It's...incredible...
* This is Fourchenault. Can you hear me?
* The preparations for the summonings are complete.
* In accordance with the fourteenth phase of the plan, we have moved the Ragnarok to the launch site.
* The gates are open. You may depart when ready.
* So...are we ready?
* As ready as we'll ever be. Let's get going.
* Oh, come on! A burnt-out star's got more fire in its belly!
* Try it again─with feeling!
* Me!? B-But I...
* No need to be coy, Brother. Do it, and do it well!
* If you all insist...
* Onward─unto the distant stars and beyond!
* Ragnarok, engage!
* E-Engage!
* Engage!
* That I must carry landwalkers into the sky... I cannot imagine a greater indignity!
* Do not sulk so. For thy mighty winds exist not only to buffet and batter.
* Nay, they may serve also to thrust forth with vigor. Such is thy glory...and thus it is an occasion to rejoice!
* So come─let us revel!
* So long as the wind blows freely, I suppose all is as it should be in creation...
* I will render unto them a storm, that they may pierce the firmament and fly free!

Livingway:
* Still in one piece. Good.
* Sleepingway, report.

Sleepingway:
* All's well! Fantastic, even!
* Thanks to the power of those primals, the engines are roaring and we're ripping along!

Mappingway:
* All values are also within projected ranges. Time to destination is eight carrots. Perhaps seven at a pinch.

Livingway:
* All right, let's go over some points of caution.
* Our destination, as you know, is Ultima Thule. Lest you wonder, the place is not a star so much as...a patch of emptiness.
* That's the extent of what our equipment could determine, anyway.
* From what we know of Meteion, she's likely used dynamis to obfuscate her location.

Y'shtola:
* So in conclusion, we'll only know what's there when we get there.

Livingway:
* The crew and I will see to it the ship's ready to take off at a moment's notice.
* We'll support the search as best we can, but it'll be your paws on the ground...assuming there is any.
* But everything will be fine, I'm sure. Hydaelyn believes in you, so you ought to believe in yourselves.
* Just don't do anything I wouldn't. Like waiting too long to use those portable teleporters of yours.
* Personally, at the slightest sign of trouble, I'd mash the button to bits─and you should as well.

Alphinaud:
* Understood. We promise to be careful.

Mappingway:
* I suggest you brace yourselves. We're about to arrive, and the vessel will shake a good bit.
* Hm? What is this?
* Something is interfering with the equipment...

???:
* ...Greetings.

Meteion:
* Greetings... Can you hear me...?

Alphinaud:
* So this is Meteion...

Meteion:
* Oh? Have you met one of my sisters?
* I don't remember meeting you myself... But I do know that you're from Etheirys.
* Why have you come? All you had to do was wait. I would've delivered to you your ends.

Alisaie:
* We didn't ask for that!

Meteion:
* I don't understand. All life is destined to end.
* Why choose to prolong your suffering?
* Effort, ambition, love─they amount to naught. Happiness, should you find it, is inevitably lost. Stolen away by events beyond your control.
* There is no logic nor meaning in it. You think there is, convince yourselves, but it's all a cruel accident.
* Come now, I speak the truth. A truth you would recognize if you looked up at the night sky.
* Unbroken emptiness. Cold, dark, and silent. Your world, like every other, is but a blemish upon its perfect fabric.
* Life is an anomaly. It is unnatural and cannot continue. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be.

Y'shtola:
* Just to be clear, we're not here to argue with you.
* We know that life is fleeting. And that in the short time we have it, we're not assured happiness.

Thancred:
* Indeed, I've seen far more sorrow in the eyes of many I've met.
* I myself have plenty of regrets, and one day they'll die with me. Gone to dust with my “good” deeds and unfulfilled dreams.

Alphinaud:
* But we accept this. That our existence may seem pointless. That sorrow, rage, and despair will always dog our heels.
* And we press on regardless. That is why Hydaelyn guided us here.
* In Her boundless love for mankind, She has prepared us for this trial, and in Her name we have come for you!

Meteion:
* Yes, I sense it... A burning passion, like unto fury...
* I know it well. For the same passion once burned in many a star before yours.
* Suffocated and extinguished now.

Alisaie:
* I...I can't...breathe.

Meteion:
* You approach the bounds of my Ultimatum, where emotions dictate reality.
* Where resignation and acceptance unite to embrace the end.
* Where those who yet valiantly cling to life cannot thrive...

Estinien:
* By the Fury...

Urianger:
* Thancred...?

Y'shtola:
* Meteion is gone as well. Mayhap he awakened first and gave chase.

Mappingway:
* ...Uh, everyone? It appears we're at our destination.
* This...this is Ultima Thule.

Growingway:
* Not that we knew what to expect...but I wasn't expecting this.
* From atmospheric composition to ambient temperatures, all readings are within permissible range. This place is capable of supporting life!

Livingway:
* If that's the case, then Thancred may well have gone on ahead. Let's go and have a look.
* Meanwhile, I want the rest of you to perform a full inspection of the ship as well as a biological scan.

G'raha Tia:
* Is this...a dead star?

Livingway:
* As I live and breathe...I live and breathe. The environment itself shouldn't kill us.

Y'shtola:
* Well then, let us search for Thancred while exploring the area.
* The ship, we leave in your care.

Livingway:
* I can't guarantee it will be of help in these strange surrounds, but I've readied a provisions node in case of emergency.
* Of course, if you encounter any real danger here, I expect you to return to the Ragnarok at once.

Friends Gathered

2021-12-11T15:40:57Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Friends Gathered
| image =
| description = Though delighted by your patronage, Tataru is ready to send you on your way.
| quest-giver = Tataru
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 11.8
| location-y = 9.9
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508,200
| gil = 1595
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Bold Decision
| next-quest = Unto the Heavens
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Krile.
* Speak with Thancred.
* Speak with Y'shtola.
* Speak with Alisaie
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Ojika Tsunjika

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Tataru:
* I realize you've still got lots to do before you depart, so I won't keep you any longer.
* I do hope you can find a moment for yourself, and that the others can as well. They said they were returning to the Baldesion Annex, though I doubt they stayed for long.
* If you decide to go looking for them, I'd suggest speaking with Krile first. I'm sure they would have told her their plans.

Krile:
* You're back. I take it you received your gift from Tataru?
* It was a surprise long in the making, with many, many long hours of fretting to get everything just right. I'm glad to see it realized, and with great success.
* If you're looking for the others, though, they've already taken their leave.
* Y'shtola, Thancred, and Urianger have gone to the Last Stand for a bite to eat.
* Alisaie and G'raha Tia, meanwhile, thought their time would be better spent poring over books at Noumenon.
* As for Alphinaud and Estinien, well... They've elected to pay a visit to the Leveilleur estate, though Estinien seemed somewhat reluctant to go.
* I'm sure they would all be glad for your company if you've a mind to seek them out.
* Should you be feeling peckish, I'd suggest heading to the Last Stand before Y'shtola and the others finish eating. But above all else, it would be foolish to run headlong into battle a fatigued mess, so do remember to get a good night's sleep.

Thancred:
* Player! Come to make our trio a quartet, have you?
* Please, have a seat, and we'll see about getting you a drink.

Y'shtola:
* Your business with Tataru is finished?
* My, what a thoughtful surprise. Whatever would we do without her?

Thancred:
* Indeed. And she's right, you know─it hasn't been all doom and gloom.

Y'shtola:
* It feels like a lifetime ago that Master Louisoix gathered us together to form the Circle of Knowing.
* Since then, we have experienced much. But rather than feeling wiser, the more I learn, the more I find my knowledge lacking.

Urianger:
* Forsooth. As a student, vainly did I believe that I held the secrets of creation in my grasp. Yet that which I had seized was but an insignificant sliver of what awaited in the wider world.
* Every encounter, every experience, hath served to open mine eyes, enlightening and humbling me in equal measure. Even from those whom I called enemies have I learned many a valuable lesson.

Y'shtola:
* What will we learn at the edge of the universe, I wonder...

Thancred:
* Ultima Thule, where the bringer of the end makes her nest... I for one can't possibly imagine.
* But whatever awaits us there, we will survive. We must... For her.

Urianger:
* Is aught the matter?

Thancred:
* No, it's nothing. I just... Well, lately I find myself surprised at how much I've changed. How much we've all changed.

Y'shtola:
* We've come far together, and if we have aught to say about it, we'll go further still. Aye, we will avert this calamity and return home.
* In preparation for which, we must give thought to what we hope to achieve after the proverbial dust has settled.

Thancred:
* What with the primals and Ascians all but dealt with, I suppose we'll need to look for new hobbies.
* In all seriousness, though─in uniting to overcome a common foe, the disparate peoples of the world have found a way forward together. It's a truly gratifying sight to see.

Y'shtola:
* Indeed... Though it was many years in the making, we have successfully set in motion the gears of fundamental change.
* With this, we have fulfilled our humble role as a symbol of hope...and I daresay it is time to bow out.
* After all, there is no shortage of hands to bear the torch in our stead.

Thancred:
* You know, I never really considered I might live long enough to see an after.
* But even if my time as a Scion came to an end, I don't expect that much would change.
* Traveling the world, going wherever the wind blows, lending a hand to those in need...

Urianger:
* A journey for journey's sake. It doth suit thee well. I must confess, I too have yearned to see more of the world.
* If thou art amenable to the suggestion, I would accompany thee. Mine ability to affect an air of normalcy through artful disguise is much improved, thou must concede...

Thancred:
* Aye, well, improvement is relative. You still look suspicious no matter what you wear.
* What of you, Y'shtola? Any grand plans?

Y'shtola:
* Why, continue my quest for knowledge, naturally. To begin with, I wish to know the state of the reflections, to which end I must find a means to travel between worlds.
* 'Tis the least I must do if I am to keep my promise.
* Should my pursuits prove unduly arduous, I won't hesitate to call on you.
* And in return, I will take you to see Ryne one day. I'm sure you cannot wait to see the fine young woman she has become.

Thancred:
* Spare me...

Urianger:
* And what of thee? What wouldst thou pursue at duty's end?

Last Stand Waitress:
* Here's yours. My apologies for the wait.

Thancred:
* Well, shall we make a toast?
* To victory.

Urianger:
* To our comrades.

Y'shtola:
* To the future of the star.
* Leaving so soon? I suppose it's for the best...if you'd rather not explore the bottom of a bottle with Urianger.
* I daresay the others would welcome your company as well. If you can find them, that is.
* In any case, as long as you make the most of your time, then that is all that matters.

Krile:
* Oh?
* Knowing them, they're probably dreaming about the celestial adventures to come.
* Just as well. They've been running themselves ragged of late.
* Unlike you and the others, I'm a few steps removed from the danger and excitement. The things you all get up to never fail to impress me. But by the same token, I can't help but worry.
* Not only for your safety, but...but for your happiness. After everything you've sacrificed, you earned it a thousand times over.
* From the simple pleasures of tucking into a hearty meal or...or collapsing into a comfortable bed...
* To the grand triumphs of visiting legendary lands or finding true love─you deserve all the joy in the world.
* There is so much that life has to offer. So much to be treasured and shared with those we hold dear.
* So promise me this: come what may, you won't give up on your own happiness.
* When you're out there, fighting tooth and nail, it's all too easy to forget.
* But in the end, your passions will be your greatest strength of all. Remember that.

G'raha Tia:
* Hm... This feels...familiar...
* Well, 'tis good to be...
* Wait, what are you─? What am I─?
* Gods, don't tell me I fell asleep?

Krile:
* Not that there's any shame in it...but you were sleeping like babies.

G'raha Tia:
* Ugh... How embarrassing...

Alisaie:
* Not a word to anyone. Understood? Not. One. Word.

Krile:
* I'm told that sleeping in proper beds of your own choosing is a much more effective way to prepare for battle.

G'raha Tia:
* So...what were the two of you doing here?

Krile:
* I had a few books to return to the library. Thought I'd take care of it while I could.

G'raha Tia:
* And you?

Alphinaud:
* Oh? What brings you here?
* Ah, so you were worried that the Leveilleur household might again be gripped by turmoil.
* All is well, I assure you.
* In my letters home, I had made mention of Estinien, you see.
* My mother wished to meet the legend in person, and so we arranged to have a spot of tea together.

Estinien:
* Where were you in my hour of need? Fell beasts I can face, but I'm not made for idle chitchat with lords and ladies...

Alphinaud:
* Well, I for one thought you held your own. Mother was the picture of delight.

Estinien:
* Hmph. I might've been delighted myself were we in a tavern with more agreeable drink.
* The thought of fleeing crossed my mind, but what then? I'd never hear the end of it─least of all from Tataru.

Alphinaud:
* I'm sorry... 'Twas not my intent to cause you such distress.
* It's just...it was one of the things I didn't want to leave undone ere we set forth.
* That's not to say I think we won't be returning...
* Yet given what lies ahead, I did not wish to leave for later that which I could do today.
* After all, tomorrow is never promised.

Estinien:
* It's fine. Not like I had better things to do.
* Besides...seeing you with your mother brought back fond memories of my own. Be we rich or poor, family is...family.
* Well, it's past time we were on our way.

Alphinaud:
* Wait!
* Since I left home, I've made a great many mistakes. Mistakes for which I can never make amends. But through it all, you didn't give up on me.
* To have returned here, with you at my side... It means more to me than you know.
* Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
* Forgive me, but it needed to be said.

Estinien:
* I'm the one who owes you thanks.
* Were it not for you, I would not be alive today, nor come to terms with Nidhogg's spirit.
* I am ever grateful.

Alphinaud:
* Well, we needn't make it a competition. You know... This must be what Hydaelyn meant when She spoke about depending on one another.
* However treacherous the road before us, together we will prevail.

Ojika Tsunjika:
* Welcome back, Player! Returned to catch a final few winks before embarking on your mission, I presume?
* You'll be happy to know your chambers have been cleaned, and fresh linens laid out.
* I pray you enjoy the sweetest dreams on this final night before the big day...

Zenos viator Galvus:
* “You will never get what you want...not even the battle you pine for so dearly...”
* In that transcendent moment, what was it that I sought in you?
* And what was it that you sought in me?

Y'shtola:
* How often have we thus assembled...
* To combine our knowledge and seek solutions to the problems before us.

Thancred:
* Back at the Waking Sands, it was all we could do to address the most minor of troubles. Who could've realized what we'd find when we began to look to the sources of the realm's woes.

Urianger:
* At the Rising Stones, we made great strides and shared many moments. From the joyous...to the sorrowful.

Alphinaud:
* We've had occasion to call other places home too.
* Be it Ishgard or Kugane, we were fortunate to find sanctuary wherein we might take stock and continue our fight.

G'raha Tia:
* I was honored to host this company in the Crystarium. To stand with you all as we confronted the truth of the star itself.

Alisaie:
* And now, from this place, we go to fight the most important battle of all.

Krile:
* The Forum has sent word. The ark is ready.
* The Loporrits, naturally, will be commanding the vessel.
* They will see the eight of you to Ultima Thule.
* Upon arriving, your objective is to find and vanquish Meteion.
* As a final formality, the Forum bade me ascertain your resolve. So...are you certain you wish to do this?

Y'shtola:
* We are.

Krile:
* Then ere you report to Thaumazein, I leave you with these words.
* You must triumph.
* What that means will differ for each of you.
* To make it back home, or to simply avert doom, or perhaps something else altogether...
* Yet whatever it is that drives you, I have faith in its power to see you through. So please─triumph.
* Triumph, as we who remain behind believe you will.

Alphinaud:
* Let us be off, then.

Tataru:
* Wait!
* Both Krile and I will be there to see you off, but as your receptionist, I feel I need to say this here.
* Safe journey, all of you! And...be safe!

A Bold Decision

2021-12-11T15:00:46Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Bold Decision
| image =
| description = Krile has urgent news.
| quest-giver = Krile
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 9.2
| location-y = 11.2
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508,200
| gil = 1123
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Her Children, One and All
| next-quest = Friends Gathered
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Fourchenault.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Tataru.
* Wait at the destination.
* Speak with Varsarudh.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Krile:
* Player. I trust you've had a good rest?
* An envoy of Master Fourchenault's arrived not along ago with a message: the Loporrits have determined Meteion's location.
* We've been asked to gather at the Rostra. I'll meet you there, along with the others.

Fourchenault:
* Everyone appears to be present and accounted for. Good.
* As you know, the Loporrits have deduced the whereabouts of Meteion by means of a crystal bequeathed to us by Hydaelyn Herself.
* Your quarry's location is a place far beyond the moon, in the farthest reaches of the sea of stars, at the edge of creation.
* A veritable Ultima Thule.

Y'shtola:
* Indeed... How then are we to reach it?

Livingway:
* An excellent question! Luckily for you, I have an equally excellent answer.
* In theory, with its advanced propulsion systems, the moon is capable of delivering you to Ultima Thule, but the myriad other facilities housed within would greatly impede travel through the sea of stars.
* Even the Mothercrystal may not possess aether enough to bear so massive a vessel to our destination and back.
* However, if we integrate our hyperhopper into your aetherburner...
* We should be able to fire things up and jump our way to the end of the universe in no time!

Alphinaud:
* Father, does this mean...?

Fourchenault:
* Bear in mind this decision was not made solely at my discretion, but with the consent of the Forum.
* Hearing the Loporrit's proposal, the Forum was faced with a grave decision.
* To commit the ark to this endeavor would mean abandoning both our plans to evacuate to the moon, and to resettle on another star. Needless to say, the proposition invited fierce debate.
* In the end, however, the Forum was swayed by the simple fact that Hydaelyn believed you possessed of the strength needed to overcome this crisis.
* The great exodus was, after all, a plan of Hydaelyn's own making. Therefore, if in the eleventh hour She would proffer another means by which we may seek salvation, we would be fools to dismiss it out of hand.
* Indeed, She sacrificed everything─Her very existence─to avert the destruction of this star.
* That is why we have chosen to place our faith in Hydaelyn. In you. The ark will be made ready for your voyage to Ultima Thule.

Alisaie:
* What of all the people that have labored so tirelessly to prepare for the evacuation? They must be furious.

Fourchenault:
* I would not be so sure. They have not forgotten your deeds on the Magna Glacies.
* Nor did your instrumental role in orchestrating the delivery of adamantite go unnoticed.
* No, the people do not protest─quite the contrary. They have expressed unwavering support for you and your mission.

Urianger:
* Are the Loporrits too willing to abandon the exodus?

Livingway:
* Were you not listening when we said we were born of Hydaelyn's love for Etheirys and its people?
* If it means your survival, we would do anything to help.
* And you'll most certainly have need of our expertise where you're going. There's no guarantee Ultima Thule is a place that supports life, an otherwise vexing problem our know-how can remedy.
* Besides, Hydaelyn chose us to lead the way to Meteion. Why else would She give you a crystal only we can decipher?
* But more importantly, we were perfectly content to evacuate Etheirys until you brought us here, Urianger. And now we're enamored with the place, so what choice do we have but to save it?

Fourchenault:
* Of course, none of this is possible without you and the Scions, so I must ask─are you certain you wish to do this?
* Very well. We shall inform the Forum of your decision, and begin preparations to bolster the ark with the, ah...“hyperhopper.”
* The Loporrits will coordinate with the Ilsabard contingent to have the necessary components transported via the Tower of Babil.
* Of course, it will take time until the work is complete.
* For now, pray take your ease.

Y'shtola:
* 'Twould seem there is naught to do but rest and prepare. Shall we?

Alphinaud:
* Ere we depart, we must leave nothing undone.

Y'shtola:
* Quite, though it is difficult to conceive of how one can best prepare to brave a domain where dynamis governs all.
* Nevertheless, Hydaelyn deemed us worthy of the trials that await.
* For lack of any other feasible options at this late stage...let us trust in Her judgment and face Meteion as we are.

Alisaie:
* Which leaves the not-so-small task of coordinating our efforts here to you and Tataru.
* If all goes to plan, we'll be back before you know it.

Krile:
* I certainly hope so.
* We will be praying for your safe return. Mayhap it will affect the dynamis for the better.

Alphinaud:
* With that settled, we should get some rest, and make the most of the time we've been afforded.
* Hm?

Tataru:
* The meeting's over, is it?
* You were in there for so long, I started to worry. What did they have to say?
* The edge of creation. I see...
* Rest assured everything will remain in order until you return─and you will return.
* Actually, Player, could I borrow you for a moment?

Thancred:
* Looks like your plans for the interim are decided. When the two of you have finished, meet us back at the Baldesion Annex, all right?

Tataru:
* Come with me to the Agora. I have something to show you!
* Welcome, Player, to Tataru Taru's Boutique!
* I've always done my best to provide the Scions with fashionable attire, but in your case specifically, I make an extra effort to strive for the most functional-yet-stylish clothing one could ask for. Not that I'm playing favorites, but you are the Warrior of Light!
* Faced with this unprecedented crisis, I knew you would need an ensemble unlike anything I've created before, and that I wouldn't be able to do it alone.
* And so, after enlisting the aid of the world's finest artisans, I finally completed my career-defining masterpiece!
* But then inspiration struck, and I saw a golden opportunity just begging to be seized...

Tataru:
* But then inspiration struck, and I saw a golden opportunity just begging to be seized...
* With the help of some Thavnairian refugees, I decided to set up shop here in Sharlayan!
* Of course, I would never charge you for any of our works. Perish the thought!
* Varsarudh. How are things coming along?

Varsarudh:
* Everything is in order, Mistress Tataru. We'll be ready to open shortly.

Tataru:
* Which is why I brought you here─to be our very first patron. Would you mind waiting here a moment longer?

???:
* Ah, I did not expect to find you here.

Varshahn:
* I imagine Nidhana would also wish to offer her regards. Alas, after delivering our dragon scales to the engineers, she remained to assist with their work on the aetherburner.
* This simulacrum, too, will stay in Sharlayan, while I oversee matters in Radz-at-Han.
* It is a rather convenient means to keep abreast of developments pertaining to the Final Days or anything else.
* It also allows me, after a fashion, to watch over my people in this distant land.

Tataru:
* Varshahn, I was hoping you'd stop by! I can't thank you enough for allowing your artisans to work with me here at the boutique.

Varshahn:
* Please, it is I who should be thanking you. This establishment has restored a sense of normalcy to their lives. You have blessed them with newfound purpose, and a means by which to support themselves in these troubled times.
* What's more, when they at last return home to Radz-at-Han, the experience and knowledge they have gained in your employ will no doubt prove a boon to the artistry and commerce of our land.
* In fact, I came here to see how your new employees are settling in, and to express my gratitude for granting them this opportunity.

Tataru:
* It's an opportunity for me as well, believe you me! Your artisans have taught me so much about Thavnairian craftsmanship. Their resourcefulness and ingenuity are nothing short of inspiring.
* I can't wait to see what kind of wonders we come up with!

Varshahn:
* I pray you every success in your endeavors, Mistress Tataru.
* Before coming here, I heard word of the Forum's decision. Of what will soon be attempted.
* It was only then that I finally understood why my father called this star the last bastion of hope.
* Indeed, it was the last bastion, for the flame of every other star he encountered had likely been extinguished.
* In the boundless dark, the light of brimming life must have been blinding in its splendor...
* You journey unto the heavens to protect that light. May the scales of my kin serve you well.
* I have faith you will prevail, and restore peace and tranquility to this star.
* And we should be honored to receive you. There is still much of Radz-at-Han you have yet to see.
* Forgive me, but I must take my leave. Fare you well, and remember─the people of this star have not yet given up hope, and neither must you.

???:
* Ugh... Where must I go to get a meal with some flavor in this wasteland of taste...?

Emmanellain:
* Player, old girl! My, whatever are you doing here?
* A new boutique, you say? Hmm... I had been meaning to expand my wardrobe. Yes, something with a little more flair, perhaps, befitting a man of my station.
* Though I have nowhere to flaunt said raiments so long as my confinement continues indefinitely. Aye, the young Lord Fortemps insists that, so long as there is work to be done, no matter how trivial, I must abide here in Sharlayan.
* Thus do I toil, though every fiber of my being rails against it. Why, I've even suffered the company of that brute Sicard to see supplies transported in a timely fashion.
* Yet he was the one granted leave this morning to participate in some supposed “covert operation.”
* So I suffer instead for his otherwise welcome absence, now burdened with extra busywork. And without Honoroit here, there is no one to prepare my meals...
* I came here in the hopes of finding a nice café, perhaps. Alas, the Sharlayan delicacies I've sampled were lacking in every respect...
* The café over on the pier? Their cuisine didn't appear all that appetizing, but...
* If you vouch for their cooking, then perhaps I will give it a try. Thank you for the suggestion, and ta-ta for now, old girl!

???:
* Well, well, is that Player and Tataru I spy?

Tataru:
* Hancock!? What are you still doing here?
* You said you were returning immediately after dropping off your cargo.

Hancock:
* Yes, that was my original plan. After all, any expertise required aside from the delivery of goods is well beyond my purview.
* But what manner of entrepreneur would squander an opportunity to study the markets of the northern seas? Worry not─I will return straightways to Kugane once I have finished.

Tataru:
* Of course you would find a way to turn this crisis to your advantage.

Hancock:
* She wounds me, the industrious woman running a new boutique.
* I am not blind to the travails of those who fight on the front lines to deliver us from ruin.
* Indeed, I have every confidence they will succeed, and I would make myself─and my business─ready for their return.

Tataru:
* If you believe in them so devoutly, then why not put your money where your mouth is?

Hancock:
* Fair enough, Tataru. Fair enough!
* There is naught more I can do to help ready the ark and her heroes for their maiden voyage, but on your return, I shall host a grand celebration in your honor at the Bokairo Inn.
* Accommodations are quite costly, given the reputation of said establishment, but the East Aldenard Trading Company would be honored to foot the bill.
* Oho! A woman of tart tastes, I see.
* Yes, there will be lemoncakes and much, much more─the finest delicacies the world and Lord Lolorito have to offer.
* But let us speak more of this upon your return, lest I draw even more of Tataru's ire. Until next we meet.

???:
* Ah, Player. Decided to spend your time at the markets, did you?

Wedge:
* T-Tataru!

Tataru:
* Biggs! Wedge! I take it work on the ark proceeds apace?

Biggs:
* Aye, it does indeed. Collaborating with the greatest minds of Sharlayan and Radz-at-Han has been a rewarding experience. And that's to say nothing of what we've learned from the Loporrits.
* The ark is unlike anything we've ever had the pleasure to work on. Even Nero was rendered speechless on more than one occasion.
* I can't wait for you to see it!

Wedge:
* And you'll never guess who paid us a visit before we came to Sharlayan─Alpha! I think he sensed the coming danger and returned to check on us.
* He was always one to turn up in a time of need, and I suppose that's why he decided to join us here in Sharlayan. Good thing, too. I don't know how he does it, but he has a knack for brightening your day just by being there.

Biggs:
* It's still hard to believe we have the means to send you off into the great expanse, though. To the farthest known reaches of...well...everything!
* I never thought I'd live to see such marvels, yet here I am.
* More often than not, you and the Scions are the catalyst that sparks the need for these great innovations. To think how much I'd've missed out on had I not been a member of the Ironworks...

Wedge:
* An awful lot of work, to be fair. And the privilege of being worked like a cart chocobo... <mumble> <mumble>

Biggs:
* Hah, there is that, too!
* As busy as we've been, I wish there was more we could do for you, Player.
* But no matter what happens, we have to keep believing. For a brighter future.

Tataru:
* When you head back, would you tell the engineers I'll be along shortly with refreshments?

Biggs:
* That's very kind of you, Tataru─they'll be glad to hear it. And on that note, Wedge and I should get going. Still a few more supplies to gather before we return.

Varsarudh:
* Terribly sorry for the wait. Right this way, if you please.

Tataru:
* Right! I don't believe the two of you have been formally introduced. This is Varsarudh, from Palaka's Stand.

Varsarudh:
* The pleasure is mine. Thanks to Mistress Tataru, I and many of my friends have found gainful employment in this foreign land.
* It is only natural to feel fear in the face of calamity. In such times, we must look to one another for strength and succor.
* I know not whether we will come to call this place home or return to Thavnair. But we are here today, and are glad to have contributed to the cause.

Tataru:
* And contribute they did by helping to make your new garments as durable as possible.
* We put our hearts and souls into them, and I have every confidence they'll keep you safe in the battle to come.
* Gods... To think how far we've come since our humble beginnings at the Waking Sands.
* From the Rising Stones to the Falling Snows─and even a certain insufferable someone's Ruby Bazaar─we were always fortunate to find friends along the way.
* Even when you were swept away to the First, G'raha Tia was there to grant you sanctuary.
* I'll never forget the relief I felt when you all returned to us. I thought my heart would burst.
* Yours has been a long, long journey, and I've been privileged to watch─often with bated breath─as you persevered time and again.
* For all the joy we've shared, there's been much sorrow as well. But I've long since learned you can't have one without the other.
* Which is why I promise to send you off to the sea of stars with a smile!
* And you can be certain I'll be the first one to welcome you back on your return.

Varsarudh:
* In addition to your new ensemble, we have raiments and weaponry for every need. So please, feel free to browse our stock.

Her Children, One and All

2021-12-11T13:03:57Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Her Children, One and All
| image =
| description = Fourchenault is ready to lead you to Hydaelyn at last.
| quest-giver = Fourchenault
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 13.3
| location-y = 27.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508,200
| gil = 4000
| unlocks = dg The Aitiascope, tr The Mothercrystal, ach Fast Within Your Arms
| prev-quest = Bonds of Adamant(ite)
| next-quest = A Bold Decision
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Use the Duty Finder to enter the Aitiascope.
* Confront Hydaelyn at the Mothercrystal.
* Speak to Fourchenault.
* Speak with Ojika Tsunjika.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Fourchenault:
* We make for the lift at the center of this chamber. Come.

<missing dialogue here>

Amon:
* My very essence...begins to wane. Sweet, sweet agony...

Alphinaud:
* Leave this to her.

Amon:
* Come to deal the coup de grâce?
* Good... Watching you struggle against the inevitable is bad comedy. Erase me from existence, soul and all.
* How would you know that name?
* Then it was you─in Elpis, with Emet-Selch. Ha! The final pieces fall into place.
* In my halcyon days as the mortal Amon, I was haunted by a dream...
* Night after night, the faceless multitude. The voiceless cries. Shards of shattered memories.
* But slowly the fog began to clear. This was Elpis, and I...I was Hermes.
* Recurring though it was, I paid this dream little heed.
* It was only when I was granted the seat─and memories─of Fandaniel that I knew these visions to be true.
* They were the memories of Hermes, that he himself erased using the power of Kairos.
* Or so he thought. In his attempt to burn away the events of that fateful day, he succeeded only in searing them more deeply into his soul. My soul.
* Death failed to expunge them, no matter how many times it came. Rebirth after rebirth, from one Fandaniel to the next.
* I wonder─is Emet-Selch adrift somewhere in this aetherial sea, in defeat finally remembering your time together in Elpis?
* How it must gall him─to be entrusted with knowledge of the Final Days, only to be rendered powerless to act upon it! So many lifetimes dedicated to restoring his beloved Amaurot in blissful ignorance. Oh, folly.
* But make no mistake... My life as Hermes is not the reason I invited the world's end.
* I have lived. I have struggled. I have dredged the very depths of despair. And in the detritus of existence, I found the truth.
* I served a great ruler, powerful beyond measure, the world his dominion. Yet even he and his vast empire were destined to fall─to become one with oblivion. At the end of life's journey...lies only death.
* So I ask you─why live at all?
* We betray, we torment, we murder. We are wicked, spiteful creatures─without exception!
* If life is so sacred, so precious, why fill it with such misery?
* Man wallows in a hell of his own making, without purpose or meaning.
* To live is to suffer... And I would end that suffering by my own hand!
* It matters not if it flies in the face of all believed right and just. Death is the only solution!
* That is my truth. My answer to the question, and yet...
* ...Even as the words pass my lips, I am filled with doubt.
* Has my search reached its end?
* Was this the only way?
* After all these years...
* Is this the answer I was hoping for?

???:
* The lamentations of the damned... How it vexes me, to see your conviction falter at the last.
* Fandaniel... Still clinging to existence, I see.
* You, who champion death so fervently, unwilling to accept your own. Refusing to be purified and swept into the sea of souls─as do I.
* We prisoners to memory, watching as the world turns...
* Though unlike me, you will be spared the ignominy of having your corpse made a puppet, dancing to another's tune.

Alphinaud:
* Is that...Asahi?

Asahi:
* How very astute. But let me be clear─I have not come to consort with the likes of you.
* Nor have I come to bemoan the state of the world following my untimely demise. In fact, I delight in mankind's downfall and the anguish it brings the savior of the savages.
* If I played some small part in the chaos, all the better. Not that I was in any position to resist.
* But to be made accomplice to the betrayal of Lord Zenos...
* ...I would die a thousand deaths to exact my vengeance!
* Now you are at my mercy. I shall drag us both into oblivion, and you will never see the fulfillment of your magnum opus!
* Even should you be reborn, your desperate search for answers must start again!

Amon:
* Even here. Even now...
* You have every right to hate me. For the fool I was, for the monster I became.
* But I will not beg forgiveness. The tale of Hermes─the man who knew so much, yet understood so little─ends here.

Asahi:
* Don't try to follow me. I had more of you people than I could stomach in life, never mind in death.

Alphinaud:
* Likewise. I pray we do not meet again.

Asahi:
* Hmph. You had better hope not.

Alphinaud:
* Come. Hydaelyn is waiting.

Hydaelyn:
* Brave travelers, I welcome you.
* I see... Thou didst journey unto Elpis.
* And now, the rivers of time converge.
* I know why you have come, yet I would hear you speak your reasons, all the same.

Alisaie:
* You created the moon to deliver mankind from the Final Days.
* But is that really how it has to end? We do not wish to abandon this world. We want to protect the Source, and all of its shards!

Hydaelyn:
* To flee is but one of two paths.
* The other leadeth to Meteion, far beyond the stars, where she doth chant creation's requiem.
* Her domain is formed of dynamis. Pure. Absolute.
* Where emotion and memory govern all, aether will avail you naught.
* Meteion hath gathered the pain and despair of countless stars, and to go unprepared is to go unto your doom.

Alisaie:
* We'll beat her. We'll win. I swear it!
* ...Is what I might've said, once.
* After everything I've seen, all the times I've succumbed to my own anger and fear...
* ...I can no longer pretend that courage and faith will be enough.
* But are we truly so powerless? That our only choice is to flee?

Hydaelyn:
* Far from it, my child.
* Long ago, the inhabitants of myriad stars─many more prosperous than Etheirys─sought to free their worlds from life's woes.
* Sorrow and anger, conflict and hostility, despair...and even death itself. But as Meteion reported, every attempt ended in failure.
* Darkness abideth within every living being, and can never be cast out.
* Neither reason nor faith can challenge this immutable truth.
* To live is to suffer.
* And in suffering find strength, and purpose. And hope.
* As you have done so many times before.
* Thou dost pursue an impossible dream, yet knowing this, you pursue it nevertheless. And thou hast learned to depend on others, as they do thee.
* Thy yearning for the power to save the powerless hath ever driven thee to greater heights. Thou hast grown strong.
* Though those closest to thee no longer walketh by thy side, their love remaineth thy guiding light.
* For duty's sake, thou hast been bound by truths unutterable, time and time again. Yet thy heart hath never wavered, as thy companions will attest.
* In thy pursuit of mysteries great, all thou believest is brought into question. Undaunted, thy thirst for knowledge remaineth unquenched.
* The fires of hatred that once burned in thy heart burneth no more. From their ashes doth spring the light of love, warm and pure.
* As witness to black calamity, thou despaired at man's helplessness. Resolved, thou didst unite a distant world on the brink of collapse.
* And thou...my champion. When all did seem lost, thou never abandoned hope.
* For every trial and every foe that did bar thy way, thou hast proven equal to the challenge, drawing courage from the many bonds forged on thy journey.
* You have all known despair, and though the end approacheth, you walk on, heads held high.
* Therein lieth your power. The strength to silence the song of oblivion.

Alphinaud:
* Then there is a means to confront her?

Hydaelyn:
* Yes, if you should prove yourselves worthy.
* Hark...
* Nigh impossible is it to send mortals to the edge of the universe. Should you fail, there will be no second chance.
* As the will of the star, I ask of you this...
* Do you possess the fortitude to stand firm when all around you doth crumble? Do you possess the faith to vanquish despair itself?
* Should you lack the strength to best a supreme deity, I cannot allow you to make the journey.
* You must leave this star and never return.
* Prepare yourselves!

Estinien:
* Prove ourselves worthy, eh? Sounds straightforward enough.

Thancred:
* Aye, no room for confusion there...
* In any case, we've come too far to back down now.

Urianger:
* I am of the same mind. What power I have, I shall bring to bear.

Y'shtola:
* The three of you seem to be forgetting who we're up against... It's not every day we battle a divine being of untold power. Well, not quite every day.
* Do try not to get underfoot. Needless to say, there'll be no margin for error.

G'raha Tia:
* Let us hold nothing back! For the people of this world and those beyond the rift!

Hydaelyn:
* Alas, the question I posed to thee in Elpis hath remained unanswered these long years.
* I would hear thy response, Warrior of Light, shouldst thou emerge victorious!

Alisaie:
* No! This can't be happening!

Hydaelyn:
* Though my power is in constant flux, I have always kept a reserve for this very moment.
* It was a true test of your prowess. You have done well.

Y'shtola:
* There is one thing I must ask.
* By sundering the world into fourteen shards, the aether of all living beings too was divided. This reduction would in theory allow us to more easily interact with dynamis.
* Having seen mankind brought to the very precipice of extinction, you wished for us to develop a means to overcome despair.
* You believed we had the potential, and sundered all creation to see it fulfilled. To deliver us to that swirling maelstrom of dynamis in which our foe hides, and grant us the power to defeat her once and for all. Is this not true?

Hydaelyn:
* It is as thou sayest. 'Twas the trial to which I subjected mankind, and it hath led to untold bloodshed and suffering. There was no kindness nor justice in the tragedy I wrought.
* When confronted with the almighty Zodiark, my only recourse was to rend Him and the world asunder, that His power be diminished for a time.
* And so it came to pass. Now you, my chosen, have surpassed my expectations. Surpassed me.
* I entrust the fate of the universe...unto you.
* This crystal contains the memory of Meteion's passage through the stars.
* Deliver it unto the Loporrits. They will guide you to her.

Alphinaud:
* Though they may be capable of crossing great distances, there is a vast difference between traveling to the moon and the furthermost reaches of the great expanse.
* And unlike Meteion, we cannot simply soar on waves of dynamis to our destination.

Hydaelyn:
* Indeed. To make such a journey would require an astronomical amount of aether.
* But a solution lieth close at hand.

Alphinaud:
* Of course!

Hydaelyn:
* Yes, my child.
* Ever since I became the will of the star, the aether drawn here hath slowly crystallized.
* They who have answered my call know it well.
* While I have remained hidden, it hath become the embodiment of the planet's will in my place. A faceless, omnipotent force of nature.
* The Mothercrystal...our final hope.
* Alas, I can do no more. The fulfillment of this task doth fall to you, my chosen.
* Now, heed these words.
* Darkness and Light. Despair and hope. As goeth one, so goeth the other. Become Light. Become hope.
* I have a gift for thee... Come closer.
* Long have I searched for a means to safeguard the future of this star.
* Though I knew failure after failure, by recalling thy tales─and my promise to thee─I found the strength to carry on.
* Though the world is ever changing, thy thirst for adventure hath never waned.
* Thine unshakable resolve never ceaseth to amaze. To inspire.
* As a mark of my gratitude, I bestow this final gift.
* Thou dost possess the crystal of Azem, yes?
* As Hydaelyn, I preside over the forces of stasis, tranquility, peace. The laws which impart stability to existence itself.
* I will weave this selfsame power into the crystal, granting thee mastery over matter, to give form to the formless. Use it wisely, for it will not last indefinitely.
* As thou hast seen on thy journey through the aetherial sea, souls are drawn to thee. Mayhap this trait will prove to be a boon rather than a hindrance...
* It is thy hopes and prayers that enable Azem's invocations and give them life, so keep them close. But pray, remember this...
* When the way forward is hidden even from the mind's eye, look not to the invocation, but within yourself.
* These were the words of the crystal's original bearer.
* With that...my work is finished.
* Fulfill our promise. Right the wrongs committed when the world was yet whole. Silence the song of oblivion...
* Teach her a brighter melody. Show her...our journey is far from over.
* Of this, I have no doubt. For yours is a light brilliant beyond measure.
* Long after I have gone, though not even my soul remaineth...
* My love will be with you forever, my dearest children.

Fourchenault:
* I am glad to see you well. Though we could roughly place your souls, deep as you went, we could neither see nor hear you...

Krile:
* The fluctuations in your aether near the end gave me quite a fright! What in the world happened?

Livingway:
* You mean to say Hydaelyn is...is...
* No, there's no time to feel our feelings! We must carry out Hydaelyn's will without delay.
* We'll find Meteion if it's the last thing we do!
* ...If you wouldn't mind handing over the crystal, that is. The fancy navigatory one.

Fourchenault:
* To the edge of the universe, where congregates the despair of countless stars... You are determined to see this through?

Alphinaud:
* We are. Should words fail us, we will fight...to the bitter end.
* I know that it pains you to accept this. Would that I need ask nothing more of you...
* Yet we have only two means to travel the great expanse─the moon, and Sharlayan's ark. I am all too aware that without both of them, there will be no exodus...but I nevertheless beg you to honor the agreement we made.

Fourchenault:
* The Forum's decision will be honored. You have earned the right to use the ship as you see fit, and I could not rescind it even if I wanted to.
* As it happens, I do not, and would do all within my power to aid your cause.

Livingway:
* With that settled, might I suggest you rest a while?
* Proving oneself to Hydaelyn is never easy...and despite our unparalleled genius, we'll need a day to make the necessary calculations. You may as well take advantage of it!

G'raha Tia:
* You can chart a course through the sea of stars in a single day!? Ye gods...

Thancred:
* Shall we head above ground for some fresh air, then? And perhaps a nap...

Ojika Tsunjika:
* Aha! I've been expecting you.
* I heard about your foray into the aetherial sea. The Students have ventured far and wide, but never quite so deep as that!
* Are you experiencing any aftereffects from your prolonged exposure? Nausea? Dizziness? Hauntings? Hmm...
* Well, have a pleasant sleep! And if you do experience any unusual phenomena, please let me know. I shall add it to our records!

Bonds of Adamant(ite)

2021-12-11T11:20:01Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Bonds of Adamant(ite)
| image =
| description = Kokkol Dankkol is, as usual, worked up over the aetherburner.
| quest-giver = Kokkol Dankkol
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 21.6
| location-y = 33.8
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1414
| unlocks = cur Aether Current
| prev-quest = Once Forged
| next-quest = Her Children, One and All
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Wait at the destination.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Fourchenault at Aporia.
* Speak with Clarilaine.
* Speak with Fourchenault.
* Proceed to the entrance of Thaumazein.
* Speak with Fourchenault.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==

Kokkol Dankkol:
* <sigh> I do trust you to deliver on your promise, I do. Only...
* I hate waitin'! I want that adamantite, and I want it now!

G'raha Tia:
* We...er, share your impatience, I assure you. Is there truly nothing else we can assist with in the meantime?
* I wish! This sittin' about's unbearable. Pity the Forum frowns on recreational explosions...
* Well, so long as they can't prove it was premeditated. Get you gone─I've mistakes to make!

G'raha Tia:
* ...In that case, I suppose I should go and return the key to the reactor. I'll have one more look to make sure that nothing has gone wrong. Unintentionally or otherwise.
* I'm certain there are better uses for your time, however. I will join you in Sharlayan Hamlet anon!

Y'shtola:
* All set, I take it?

Estinien:
* We've finished what we could. Delivered supplies, tracked down escaped animals...trivial tasks as they may be.

Alisaie:
* That's enough, don't you think? If there was anything more important still undone, that would be a problem in itself.

G'raha Tia:
* The vessel is essentially ready for departure. All that remains is to load the final batch of supplies and see everyone on board. Once we've readied the aetherburner, that is...

Thancred:
* Ah...had a feeling we might find you all here.

Urianger:
* Our consultations with the Loporrits, too, have run their course. Pleased I am to say that our researchers' concerns have for the most part been allayed, though some insist on making adjustments to the very end.
* For their part, Livingway and her peers have graciously offered to stay and keep the people company, lest any lingering queries go unanswered.

Thancred:
* All that remains is to wait for the refined adamantite...

Krile:
* Alphinaud, are you there? It's me, Krile.
* Your special delivery has arrived! Round up everyone and come to the harbor at once!

Alphinaud:
* Speak of the devil... Let us go at once!

Rostra Steward:
* Forgive the intrusion, Master Fourchenault─I bring urgent news!
* A great commotion has broken out in Scholar's Harbor. Your presence is requested with all speed!

Alphinaud:
* Now, where might this delivery be?
* Oh!

Worldly Affairs Official:
* I'm sure it's very important, but we cannot accept these without the proper permits!

Alisaie:
* By the Twelve! Surely these can't all be...

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Bleedin' hellfire! They're bringin' 'em by sea and by air! All these folks and these crates...

Sicard:
* And more on the way. Got your adamantite right here─a bigger haul than any o' these sorry bastards brought, and that's no lie!

Emmanellain:
* Yes, because you were charged with seeing the shipments from Gridania and Ul'dah here along with your own. Give credit where credit is due.

Sicard:
* Sounds like the sorry whingin' of a sore loser─an' a hypocrite to boot. Ain't no way a scrawny whelp like you took a dozen steps inside a Dalamud shard.

Emmanellain:
* I'll have you know I went all the way to the entrance! I played a vital role in keeping a lookout whilst our expeditionary forces secured the adamantite.

Sicard:
* Left you outside so you wouldn't get anyone killed, did they? Well then, credit where credit's due─you did a right fine job sittin' on your arse!

Hancock:
* My, what a grand welcome party!

Alphinaud:
* Hancock! And Soroban!

Hancock:
* We come bearing relics both sacred and Allagan─as well as a few other gifts that may be of help─to be presented with best wishes from the Eastern alliance.
* Our friends in Bozja, for instance, have sent along a few artifacts for the “brave allies of the Resistance.” That's you!

Soroban:
* I myself have come with a sacred relic of Reisen Temple. 'Twas passing fortunate that Senri's dango craving brought us to Kugane─we arrived precisely as Hancock was making his arrangements.
* Upon learning of your need, we made haste back to Hells' Lid─with our dango, never fear─and consulted with the other auspices. All consented to the lending of Tenzen's legendary Phoenix Blade for this noble cause.
* Suzaku and Seiryu were nevertheless worried that it might be lost in transit, however, and insisted upon accompanying me to Onokoro, where I had intended to entrust it to our Confederate allies.
* I thought instead to give it over to Hancock when we chanced to cross paths yet again, but alas, Seiryu remained ill at ease, and ordered me see the blade into your hands personally “or die trying”...

Hancock:
* We did, of course, need quite the impressive vessel to get it all here in time.
* Fortunately, our Majestic associates have been more than helpful. “'Tis an honor to join the Warrior of Light on another adventure,” they tell me!

Alphinaud:
* That is all wonderful to hear, but what of the extraordinary cost? I shudder to think of the ransom we must pay for such a bounty...

Hancock:
* Fret not for your coinpurse, young Alphinaud!
* Lord Lolorito looks ever towards the profits of the future, and thus the East Aldenard Trading Company went to some lengths to reduce the financial liability.
* And since the Scions funded the entire venture, not a gil need be rendered up in compensation. Everything is already yours!

Alphinaud:
* We funded the venture? When...?

???:
* Muahahaha!
* Don't let the name fool you─this coinkeeper knows a thing or two about spending.

Tataru:
* When it comes to capital investiture, a sprinkling of gil here and there will not do! You need enough savings to make waves when it really counts...which is why frugality is paramount.
* We also had the benefit of a generous patron─“generous” being rather an understatement...
* She has supported us from the shadows since the very founding of the Scions, ere we even had coffers to fill...

Alisaie:
* Mother!?

Fourchenault:
* Ameliance...

Ameliance:
* I remain, of course, an entirely neutral party. I simply thought our family's coffers were needlessly full.
* We can hardly take them with us on your “teeny-tiny toy boat,” now, can we? And 'twould be a shame to leave all that hard-earned wealth unspent.

Thancred:
* How ever did you manage so much in so short a time, though? We expected word to reach only a fraction of our allies...

Krile:
* Did I not tell you I have my ways?

Alisaie:
* Erenville!? You were involved, too?

Erenville:
* I received a letter from Krile after we parted ways in Labyrinthos.
* She explained what the Scions were trying to accomplish, and why you might soon require the services of the gleaners, spread across the world as we are.
* I pray you do not interpret this as a betrayal of Sharlayan. I accept that the Forum's aim in pushing us to our limits was to preserve what knowledge we have, and I bear you no ill will for it.
* Yet, in collecting that knowledge, what I came to appreciate most about our star is that there remains so much we do not know.
* That is why I chose to help the Scions─to combat the obliteration of those countless undiscovered wonders. I held no illusions that they would be less demanding taskmasters...though rest assured, if I had, I would have been sorely disappointed.
* To make a long story short─the whole of the guildship cooperated to ensure your call was heard far and wide.

Cid:
* What's this about a ship that can fly to the moon?
* And why didn't you mention it sooner? The one time you don't beg my aid, your problem's a bloody ship that can fly to the moon!

G'raha Tia:
* Cid! You brought the team!

Cid:
* Of course! Garlond Ironworks' finest. You need only point us towards my new favorite ship...

Hoary Boulder:
* As you like as not suspect, we've also brought adamantite from Mor Dhona's Dalamud shard.
* I admit to some consternation upon first receiving Krile's message. So few Scions remain at the Rising Stones now─far too few for such an expedition.
* However, the gleaners were able to secure us reinforcements, Idyllshire's treasure hunters not least among them.
* And ho, how the gobbieflock fought!
* Slowfix's gratitude for the safe return of his daughter has not waned, and he gathered his kin to our side with an astounding quickness.
* The clash between their machina and the Allagan defenses was a sight to behold. I wager even you would have been impressed by the magnitude of the gobbiebooms!

Estinien:
* Fascinating as all this is, I fail to see how it explains your presence here. Does Radz-at-Han not have more pressing concerns?

Varshahn:
* We do─yet averting the Final Days would be the most expedient solution. That, and I am indebted to you.
* Though they chose to take their leave of Thavnair, those you saved in Garlemald remain my people. My gratitude is beyond words.
* 'Tis appropriate that I aid you in kind. If in the doing we bring salvation to others of this star, so much the better.
* You will recall that I spoke of my father, Midgardsormr, and his journey across the great expanse.
* As he traveled betwixt the stars, his resplendent scales drank of the aether in those nigh-empty surrounds, and imparted to him the strength to persevere...
* Thinking they might further your cause, I called out to my kin for consent.
* Azdaja's answer was silence, as ever.
* Tiamat and Hraesvelgr, however, responded favorably to the suggestion.
* My sire, too, stirred from his slumber long enough to speak and say, “Very well...”
* Thus have I brought you his own wyrmscales. Fit them to your purpose, and seek a worthier fate for us all.

Nidhana:
* You'd be hard-pressed to find someone else so familiar with the unique properties of dragon scales, so I invited myself along.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Bugger me, this is so unbelievable I've gone right back round to believin' it again!
* Forget a six percent gain in efficiency. With all these goodies, we could get seven─no, ten─no! Fourteen bleedin' percent!
* Think of how far we could go─what we could do with that much power! What we could blow up!

Barnier:
* If Kokkol is duly convinced, then it must be true─in which case, the Scions' end of the bargain has been fulfilled. Would you not agree?

Alisaie:
* Yes, Father?

Fourchenault:
* I know not what you seek of Hydaelyn, nor for what purpose you would take command of our ship.
* Yet this much is certain─to do so will be to dictate the fate of this star and the lives upon it.
* The lives of each and every creature. In their magnitude and their fragility.
* Do you understand, and are you prepared?

Alphinaud:
* We have seen and we have felt how much each life shapes this world. And so we are determined to abandon none. We understand what is at stake, and we are prepared to bear this burden.

Fourchenault:
* Then I... I will bear it with you.
* I beg you─share your struggles with me. As family.
* You grasped my fingers with such tiny hands the day you were born. I thought my heart might burst.
* 'Twas love and happiness beyond expression. Overwhelming. And a conviction so powerful that I trembled with something close to rage.
* I had heard the Final Days foretold. I swore to myself then and there that I would not let them steal your futures.
* The great exodus would succeed. Must succeed. No sacrifice or sin was worse than the alternative.
* If anything gave me pause...'twas mine own father.
* The Archon Louisoix openly decried Sharlayan's policies, a perspective which I regarded with increasing disdain as I grew older.
* Yet even as part of me thought him a fool... Perhaps I also hoped that he, of all people, would devise a brilliant means to save my children.
* A naive hope─but stubborn enough that I could never bring myself to keep you apart.
* No, that was his doing, when he perished at Carteneau.
* As we pulled that twisted slab of Dalamud from the sea, I remembered the warmth of your newborn touch. Chastened, I vowed never again to suffer any interference in my mission to protect you.
* No matter that you yourselves wished otherwise.
* Detest me. Fight me tooth and nail. I would suffer it and more and be satisfied so long as I could force you onto the ship.
* I was wrong. You two have grown so much stronger, and so much wiser, than I dared dream.
* You have earned the right to walk your own path...and already begun to do so.

Alisaie:
* Good! Because there are things we care about, and people we love...and none of them is replaceable. Not a one.

Fourchenault:
* It cannot have been an easy journey, for you to have come so far.

Alphinaud:
* We shall be glad to acquaint you with the finer details someday, once this danger has passed. All that we have seen and heard. That we have felt and learned in our travels.
* Ours is not a kind world, but it is beautiful. Always.

Ameliance:
* Oh no, are you quite sure that's wise? After all, someone turns pale and flees the room when he sees so much as an envelope containing word of your adventures.
* What ever will happen if he learns what you were really up to?

Fourchenault:
* Ameliance!
* Though I have wronged my children most gravely, I owe you an apology as well.
* I assumed that it was the Scions' influence that made them so keen to charge headlong into danger.
* ...Yours, in particular.
* I see now that said influence instead brought them together with the many fine people gathered here today.
* In which case...I hope you continue to guide them.

G'raha Tia: If we've finished loitering about the harbor, might I suggest we put our plans into motion? People are beginning to look confused.

Alphinaud:
* Perhaps you can spare a few words ere they resume the tedious lugging of cargo? You've no small number of friends and admirers here, after all.

Fourchenault:
* Your assistance is appreciated. Now, in an orderly fashion, if you please!

Alphinaud:
* We've finally managed to clear the harbor, which means the rest is in the engineers' capable hands.
* Meanwhile, Father has issued to us an invitation.
* As was agreed, he will reveal the means by which Hydaelyn may be contacted.
* We are to meet him at Aporia when we're ready. Given the vital knowledge She holds, I suggest we leave without delay.
* It transpires, however, that the Forum's method for speaking with Her is not without risks. I am curious to hear what those might entail─but regardless, be warned.

Tataru:
* Most of those who arrived with the adamantite have offered to stay and see to any remaining tasks that need doing.
* The Forum has already asked for my assistance in overseeing the process, so you needn't worry about a thing!

Alphinaud:
* Thank you, Tataru. We're off to Aporia, then!

Fourchenault:
* Player. I have already shown the others inside.
* You will want to speak with Clarilaine. She has the key to the lift, and can send you down after me.

Clarilaine:
* You're with Master Fourchenault, yes? Just step inside the lift here.

Fourchenault:
* From here, we proceed to the heart of Labyrinthos, and its most closely guarded secret─Thaumazein.
* It marks the beginning and end of our efforts─whence we delved to seek audience with the star, and whence we will embark on our journey to the heavens.
* This way, if you please.
* I bid you welcome to Thaumazein. Direct your attention toward its center to behold the ark over which we have long labored.
* As you can see, 'twas designed as a medium-sized craft, the better to reduce fuel consumption. Miniaturizing magicks have been applied to its interior to ensure that the thrust-to-weight ratio does not place too great a limitation on its freight capacity.
* The aetherburner, as you know, has been removed for further modification, but we shall reattach it soon enough.
* I have received word that Kokkol and several of your allies are working on it with an intense fervor.

Alphinaud:
* They are sure to see it done. 'Twas by their expertise that many a prior disaster was averted.
* If anything, I fear they will not afford us much time for speaking with Hydaelyn ere they finish...

Fourchenault:
* Point taken. Let us move on. I must warn you again, however, that even with the benefit of our device, to treat with Her is not a simple feat.
* I have done what I can to impress upon you the gravity of what lies ahead.
* Are you prepared?

Once Forged

2021-12-11T10:45:58Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Once Forged
| image =
| description = An unspecified task awaits you.
| quest-giver = G'raha Tia
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 7.2
| location-y = 27.9
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 904
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Hither and Yarns
| next-quest = Bonds of Adamant(ite)
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with G'raha Tia.
* Survey the designated location and defeat any enemies that appear.
* Survey the designated location again.
* Speak with Kokkol Dankkol.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
G'raha Tia:
* In the event that our─and I quote─ “promised heap of adamantite falls right out of the bloody sky and into my lap,” Master Kokkol wishes to be ready to put the proverbial hammer to anvil at a moment's notice.
* To fabricate these parts, however, he needs the flames in Kokkol's Forge to burn hotter. He sent me to increase the amount of aether being funneled to his furnaces.
* The flow of fire-aspected aether in Labyrinthos is regulated by an elemental reactor south of here─to which I have borrowed the key.
* The adjustment will require two people to carry out safely...but I can explain the process when we arrive.

Alisaie:
* This is where we part, then.
* We'll see you in Sharlayan Hamlet once the adamantite arrives, if not before.

G'raha Tia:
* This way, then!
* The reactor is housed within this facility.
* I'll be the one to go inside and adjust the fire aether output.
* When I do, a rather large amount of water-aspected aether will issue from the vent at the top. I expect this to attract at least a few elementals─which we would both rather not be drawn into the reactor itself. Trust me.
* Can I ask that you put down any that draw too near? They'll pose you little trouble, I'm sure.
* Wait here, if you would!
* Did everything go smoothly out here?
* I thought as much. No major complications to speak of inside, either.
* ...And the water aether appears to be venting properly.
* I expect Kokkol will have seen a difference in his forge-flames by the time I return.
* Since I have you...there was another matter I thought to discuss with you.
* Nothing terribly important─merely something I've been considering.
* Part of this, I shared with everyone. Yet you, and only you, have been to Elpis...
* As we have established, refined adamantite is a product of Allag. Of the empire's twilight years, in fact.
* It was a material which saw much use as part of the Allagans' efforts to extend beyond the bounds of this world─Dalamud, of course, being the most prominent.
* Of those who would push further─expand Allag's empire to encompass the heavens and the stars above─perhaps the greatest was its infamous technologist, Amon.
* He did. He must have had his own reasons, however, for there is no evidence to suggest that he retained memories of his life as an ancient.
* He only joined the Ascians once the empire was all but dust, as you know.
* If not his memory, though, what drove him to pursue the idea with such fervor?
* This may seem far-fetched, but what if souls, like minds, have...a personality, so to speak? A natural disposition towards which they are inclined?
* We know with relative certainty that it was the gross decadence and inexorable decline of Allag that moved Amon to resurrect Emperor Xande.
* The empire's people spoke lightly of death and destruction, experimenting on those they deemed beneath them to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
* In facilitating Xande's return, Amon provided these languid souls with the means to free themselves from the mire of their own indolence.
* ...Or would have, had not Xande been convinced by his own death that life itself was meaningless.
* Amon's desire for his countrymen to conquer the heavens could only be a means to the same end─to instill the people with new purpose.
* Like Hermes before him, Amon was appalled by how those around him lived, but could never bring himself to believe that those lives were devoid of meaning.
* And both of them sought that meaning, that hope, in the distant stars.
* ...Such is my theory, anyway.
* Ultimately, it is the consequences of their actions which matter. Their motives are of no moment. And yet...
* To reach those stars on wings of adamantite. To travel to the ends of creation and beyond. The promise of hope everlasting...that much I do understand.
* But enough musing for now. Why don't we see how Kokkol is getting on?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Whew! I can feel those flames a-blazin' from here!
* Glad you found someone capable, G'raha, but there's not much left for you lot to do.
* 'Less you can conjure up that refined adamantite any faster...?

Hither and Yarns

2021-12-11T10:34:40Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Hither and Yarns
| image =
| description = The pall of anxiety over Sharlayan Hamlet has thinned to more manageable levels.
| quest-giver = Urianger
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 19.9
| location-y = 20.3
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1116
| unlocks = lc Aporia
| prev-quest = Sage Council
| next-quest = Once Forged
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Search for Alisaie.
* Deliver the crate of samples to Alphinaud.
* Speak with Theopauldin
* Deliver the ream of documents to the reserved representative.
* Speak with Theopauldin.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Urianger:
* Ahem. Thou hast my gratitude for lending courage to the Loporrits.
* Not disposed to rest on their laurels, several of our guests have elected to accompany my countrymen to their stations.
* Some few may still come hither seeking counsel, and so shall I remain to aid them as need be. If thou art needed elsewhere, do not let me detain thee.

Thancred:
* As a matter of fact, I was hoping you might check on Alisaie. Last I saw, she was struggling to carry an enormous pile of boxes out the west gate...
* I could go myself, but we both know whose help she's less like to scorn.
* Not to mention that─much to my misfortune─I can think of several other things I ought to be doing. Until later!

Alisaie:
* Telsak! What are you doing out here?
* No, I don't mind if you help with the boxes, but it's far from the most exciting of tasks. Are you sure?
* Well, I appreciate the assistance.
* We need to get these to Aporia. Time is short, of course─but they're full of organic specimens and samples, so try not to be too rough with them.
* Alphinaud should be waiting for us when we arrive. I'll see you there!

Alphinaud:
* Oh, you're helping with the crates! Wonderful─you can put that there, with the others...
* You have my gratitude, but how did you come to be involved in this?
* Hah, then I suppose I have Thancred to thank as well.
* If you're wondering why we were tasked with bringing these boxes to Aporia to begin with─so was I.
* It turns out that this is a base of operations, of sorts. Those with final say as to what is included in the ship's manifest can be found here.
* Father included, I suspect...

Alisaie:
* That should be everything!

Alphinaud:
* You carried all of that at once!? Are you trying to injure yourself?

Alisaie:
* Oh, hush. They're lighter than they look─and not everyone has your delicate arms.
* I suppose we should let someone know that we've finished...

Alphinaud:
* Theopauldin is in the courtyard. We can report to him.

Alisaie:
* Why don't you come along? You should get credit for your assistance, at least. Considering where we are, we might even learn something interesting!

Theopauldin:
* Gods, it never ends, does it? <sigh> What can I do for you?

Alisaie:
* We've brought samples from Sharlayan Hamlet─series one-one-zero? The crates are by the entrance.

Theopauldin:
* Ah, thank you. I had expected one of my colleagues, but we are dreadfully shorthanded...
* Just a moment─you are Fourchenault's children, are you not?

Alphinaud:
* Alphinaud and Alisaie, at your service. You're well acquainted with Father, I take it?

Theopauldin:
* Quite! I've been friends with your parents since our days at the Studium. I remember when you were yea high, waddling hither and thither...
* Clearly, it's been quite some time since we've met. 'Tis good to see you again─wielding your father's nouliths, no less!

Alisaie:
* You knew our parents when they were young? What where they like? Pray, spare no detail!

Theopauldin:
* I should like nothing more than to regale you─alas, I am meant to be in charge here, and reams of paperwork want for submission.

Alisaie:
* We can help with that! In exchange for the sort of stories our parents would never willingly divulge, of course.

Theopauldin:
* Er...very well, then. There happen to be three sets of documents in need of delivery, so how about you each take one?

Alisaie:
* Wait right there!

Theopauldin:
* You will find a Forum representative waiting to collect these near the southernmost structure. I hope I haven't kept her waiting too long...
* Never mind Alphinaud and Alisaie─I'm certain they will be back soon enough.

Reserved Representative:
* Are you not one of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn? I thought you were meant to be working on the aetherburner...
* Theopauldin's paperwork! I was beginning to worry he had misplaced his quill.
* I appreciate your help in seeing these documents to my hands at last. As for your other task...
* Pray keep this between us, but I sincerely hope you Scions succeed.
* The exodus is, without a doubt, the most monumental undertaking in the history of the Forum, and so we must be circumspect in all respects. Risk is a privilege we cannot afford ourselves.
* At its heart, however, Sharlayan has ever been a nation of the curious. 'Twould be a tragedy indeed if we were the ones to stymie your pursuit of truth.

Theopauldin:
* Quick and efficient. I daresay you have a talent for this work.
* The twins' papers only needed be delivered to elsewhere in the facility, so they should be returning any moment...

Alisaie:
* We return—with not a scrap of paperwork remaining on our persons, you will note.

Theopauldin:
* You both have my thanks─and my apologies for sending you on an errand far below your ambitions. Why, even as a babe, you struggled out of your swaddling clothes, and...

Alisaie:
* That is quite enough of that, thank you! It was compromising stories of our parents that we'd asked to hear, to reiterate.

Theopauldin:
* Of course, of course. I've known your father for so long, I must have something. Hm...
* Well...as you know, part of why the Leveilleur name garners such respect in Sharlayan is your family's storied history.
* You two can trace your ancestry directly to those who came aboard Nyunkrepf's Hope─a lineage few can claim.

Alisaie:
* I've never thought much of it myself. It's not as though our forebears founded our nation. They were simply there when it happened.

Alphinaud:
* Nevertheless, it has traditionally been a point of pride.
Alphinaud: 'Tis why Nyunkrepf's pronouncement─“Renounce the ways of war, and pursue enlightenment through knowledge and reason”─has ever been our family's creed.

Theopauldin:
* Until your grandfather's time, aye.
* Archon Louisoix looked not to Nyunkrepf's words, but his deeds. He asserted, in defiance of his peers, that choosing to save the great and the small from the rising tides was the true mark of our founder's virtue.
* Perhaps it was his expertise─his knowledge of ancient prophecy and the fall of civilizations─that led to him to conclude that to eschew conflict at every turn was to consign mankind to his doom...

Alisaie:
* There will ever be conflict, and calamity will follow. Thus...
Alisaie: “To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom─it is indolence.”

Theopauldin:
* You remember his words well. Indeed, Archon Louisoix lived by that personal creed, and used every means at his disposal to bring succor to those in need─Sharlayan or no.
* No one loved and admired your grandfather more than his son...
* Yet Fourchenault could not reconcile Louisoix's deeds with the philosophy of their forebears and his peers─a philosophy in which he believed so fervently, yet made a pariah of his father.
* Fourchenault agonized over this contradiction for much of his life.

Alphinaud:
* Gods, Father...

Theopauldin:
* A son may carry his father's blood, but his choices are his own to bear─is it not always thus?
* Gods know Fourchenault's a cranky old goat, so I'm sure you butt heads often enough. Yet even so, you must know that you are constantly in his thoughts. Every moment of every day─and that is not an exaggeration in the slightest!
* You should have seen him when you were born─barely recognizable, he was, with a kind of dumbfounded grin I'd not seen since he first took a fancy to your mother. He was practically skipping when he told me the news.
* Take my word for it─he loves you to an embarrassing degree.
* But he is also frustratingly single-minded. Once he's decided that a given action is for the best, he will stay the course no matter who or what opposes him.
* A profoundly annoying habit when you're on the other end of it, as I'm sure you will agree.

Alisaie:
* I'll say!

Alphinaud:
* Thank you for your insight. When next we meet our parents, I shall mention that we spoke.

Theopauldin:
* Try not to get me into too much trouble, now! I need the Forum on my side.
* Speaking of which, I ought to be getting back to work. I have to make sure those specimens you brought make it to their proper places, or the cranky old goat will have my hide. We can speak again later!

???: Hail, you three!

Alisaie:
* G'raha! Surely Kokkol hasn't driven you out of the forge already?

G'raha Tia: For better or for worse, no. However, he has set me a task that requires more than my single pair of hands...and here you are!
G'raha Tia: I could use at least one of you, but I won't object to more.

Alphinaud:
* Unfortunately, Alisaie and I have prior commitments, and we have delayed too long as it is...

Alisaie:
* What about you, Telsak? Can you spare the time?

G'raha Tia: Perfect! This shouldn't take long.

Sage Council

2021-12-08T20:15:55Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Sage Council
| image =
| description = Urianger appears to be tallying the Loporrits in preparation for an imminent departure.
| quest-giver = Urianger
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 28.9
| location-y = 27.4
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1244
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Agriculture Shock
| next-quest = Hither and Yarns
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Growingway.
* Speak with the troubled researcher.
* Seek out troubled souls in Sharlayan Hamlet.
* Speak with Urianger.
* Wait the the destination.
* Speak with Urianger.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Urianger:
* Player. I trust thy time at Meryall Agronomics did...<cough>...bear fruit?
* Our own efforts, too, were rewarded─we now possess an embarrassment of educational riches.
* No doubt our guests' relentless pursuit of knowledge could occupy them─and us─for a fortnight. Alas, time is of the essence.
* Let us return to Sharlayan Hamlet forthwith. I shall gladly attend to each and every Loporrit there, should further questions within my power to answer arise.

Growingway:
* Aw...
* Siiigh...
* Yes, Player, that was indeed me verbalizing a sigh to express my emotional state. Do you want to know why?
* Because I saw the reconstructed environmental data for Etheirys at Logistikon Alpha, that's why!
* A forest so lovely, and so...so...''leafy''. Are all of your forests like that?

'''''"The Black Shroud is quite leafy indeed, and a place of utmost tranquility."'''''

Growingway:
* Gasp! Gasp, I say!
* With a star so wonderful, it comes as no surprise that you're reluctant to leave it behind. I was a fool to think otherwise─to assume that the moon was something worth being proud of.
* How ridiculous we must seem to you. Trying so hard, yet achieving so little...

Urianger:
* Not at all. Thy works are no less worthy for their uniqueness.

???:
* I thought I heard tiny voices.

Urianger:
* Thancred!
* How didst thou fare?

Thancred:
* Oh, I was able to glean a fair bit from the researchers while helping to move their cargo.
* Preparations have proceeded without interruption here, despite news of the coming end. We have the Forum's leadership to thank for that.
* That doesn't mean people aren't worried, though. Quite the opposite.
* Knowing disaster could strike at any moment, they hurry to complete their work, equally aware that a single error could be the difference between life and death. And we can hardly tell them there's no cause for concern...

Urianger:
* Perhaps not... Though aided by our goodly Growingway, we may yet find other ways to lighten their burden.

Growingway:
* M-Me!? Be of use to...to people? I'm honored that you would think me so capable, but I'm not sure that I'm up to the challenge...

Urianger:
* Nevertheless, I believe in thee.

Growingway:
* If you say so, I... I suppose it can't hurt to try.

Thancred:
* I passed someone moping in the western plaza that looked to be in need of a helping paw. Perhaps you might start with him?

Urianger:
* 'Tis as good a place as any. Come.

Troubled Researcher:
* Oh... Can I help you?
* ...It is you who would help me? Is my anxiety truly so obvious?

Urianger:
* A burden shared is a burden eased. Pray, tell us of thy troubles.

Troubled Researcher:
* Those little fellows do look like good listeners...
* I'm an engineer, you see. And what they say of the ship─that it's the sum of decades of Sharlayan ingenuity, that it's built with peerless Allagan technology─is all true, but...
* I know─I know─that none of that's a guarantee.
* We've never before launched a star-faring vessel─let alone flown it in the great expanse. All the tests we've run have been on the ground!
* Only operational personnel and cargo will be aboard for the first voyage, but even so... If it fails us then, what can we do? And if it doesn't, it could fall apart on the next flight, or the one after that...
* We've done everything we can to prevent that from happening, but it hardly matters. We thought the aetherburner's design was flawless, too, and look how that turned out...

Urianger:
* Thou art familiar with these most daunting technologies, and thus dost thou hold the power to allay his fears.

Growingway:
* Oh! I, er...I'm not sure about that, but, well...
* Maybe you could tell me if there are any aspects of the ship's design that you're especially worried about?

Troubled Researcher:
* Our ability to walk about and perform our tasks, for one. I've devised a means by which to employ Gravity─a spatiotemporal spell─to regulate the environment, but what if it's not strong enough? What if everyone floats away and begins crashing into things as soon as we've left the star?

Growingway:
* Aha, gravitation! Maybe I can be of help after all!
* Up there is not so different from down here, you see. The same rules apply, and if you consider them as part of one great big cosmos rather than separate places...

Urianger:
* I suspect both parties shall find comfort in this conversation.
* Yet if Thancred's tale be true, still others would benefit from insights born of experience.
* Might I prevail upon the Loporrits to attend them?

Livingway:
* An excellent idea, if I do say so myself! There is naught we'd like more than to ease the hearts of the fine people of Etheirys─and learn more about them while we're at it.

Urianger:
* Full glad am I to hear it. Gather thy companions and bring them hither.
* Player, thou hast a gift for finding souls in need of succor.
* Pray seek thee out the distressed and the apprehensive, and inform them that help is at hand.
* I shall await them here, that I might introduce each to a suitable Loporrit.

Livingway:
* Oh, I do so look forward to that. A place for every Loporrit, and every Loporrit in their place!

Level-headed Engineer:
* Concerns? Nay, there's no point in worrying at this stage. It'll only make the work go that much the slower.

Distracted Researcher:
* Fifty-six bunches of weeds in the ground,
* Fifty-six bunches of weeds.♪
* Rip one out, add to the mound,
* Fifty-five bunches of weeds in the─
* Eep! I-I'm not neglecting my duties, I swear!
* I was in need of a little break, you see, but then I found myself unable to relax at all, so I went on a walk, and then I noticed these weeds, and...
* ...Pleasant conversation partners and oh-so fuzzy? Goodness me, that does sound like a much better way to relax!

Hyperventilating Engineer:
* By the gods, my chest is tight... Am I dying? Is this what dying feels like?
* Oh! Do pardon me─I didn't see you there. There is no cause for concern, I assure you.
* No cause for concern...even though we may need to depart at any moment...and if the hull I designed buckles under the strain, the entire vessel may explode on launch, claiming countless lives and dooming all mankind...but that is highly unlikely! Yes, yes, highly unlikely... Highly...
* ...Our visitors can help me triple check for structural flaws, you say? Why, that would be wonderful! I'm breathing more easily already.

Capricious Researcher:
* Aha...haha! The end of the world is nigh, yet the work goes no faster! Schedules are such temperamental things─feasible one moment, utter bollocks the next!
* And yet...I've never felt so alive!

Irascible Administrator:
* You! Yes, you, you idiot! Have you seen an envelope lying about?
* This imbecile refuses to give me the alchemic I ordered without that bloody slip of parchment!
* Unless your friends have a spell to make me remember where I dropped my damned envelope, I doubt they'll be more help than you... And you've wasted enough of my time already!

Grimacing Naturalist:
* ...My face? What's wrong with my─ Ow! Perhaps I am a bit tense.
* I was tasked with ensuring that the proper fauna─and ''only'' the proper fauna─are brought with us to the moon. However, the suitability of a few species is still under debate, and I can hardly make the decision myself when I know so little about the environment up there...
* Including the Loporrits in our discussions is a wonderful idea! I absolutely will, thank you! Perhaps their biology itself might offer some clue, as well...

Ponderous Mathematician:
* ......
* ...Hm?
* Consult our collaborators? I suppose that would be more effective than sitting here brooding.
* I'm attempting to calculate how much cargo we can consolidate into fewer trips, should the aetherburner make our original estimates unfeasible─but there are simply too many variables. I feel as if my brow will turn inside out...
* But perhaps our lunar associates will have more insight into how much weight constitutes too much weight for our purposes. Thank you for letting me know.

Anxious Engineer:
* ...What am I thinking about? The medical facilities on the ship, of course.
* I designed them with the assistance of our sages and chirurgeons, but to imagine every illness or injury that one might face in that great expanse is beyond any of us. To say nothing of the effects that living out there indefinitely might have on the body...
* ...The crew from the moon! Why did I not think of that?

Unconcerned Gleaner:
* Apologies, but I am awaiting a delivery. Whatever it is will have to wait.

Despondent Engineer:
* Just leave me to my misery... The Forum can appoint someone else...
* <sigh> I apologize─I simply don't know what to do. How am I supposed to pilot the ark if I'm already falling apart under the pressure?
* You know a starship pilot that I might speak with? Truly?
* Well, then, there's no time to waste! They can help me prepare for this monumental task...

Tired Gleaner:
* Is anything bothering me? Well, I've been loading cargo for bells now, so my back feels like a voidsent's played it as a piano. My feet and knees as drums and cymbals, too.

Skeptical Researcher:
* Have you heard anything of what's on the moon?
* I have no doubt that we can make it up there, but the “searching for a new star” part of the plan sounds awfully vague to me.
* I asked the Forum, but they will only tell us that our collaborators “have everything under control.” Forgive me, but I don't feel particularly safe wandering through the sea of stars on gods-know-what made by gods-know-who!
* You mean to say that I can speak with them directly!? Amazing! I hope they like questions...

Calm Researcher:
* Worries, worries... No, I believe I'm fine, thank you! I've been confiding in my colleagues, and it's helped a lot. Can't recommend it enough.

Occupied Administrator:
* How might I help you?
* My, what a lovely idea!
* I too noticed people becoming...rather tense, so I rushed out to pluck some fresh and fragrant tea leaves! Now I need only track down a hundred or so cups...
* But don't you worry─I can manage. I hope your plan to cheer everyone up goes well!

Harried Aetherologist:
* Blasted assistants! Where have they gone off to at a time like this?
* Beg pardon, but I have not the time for idle chitchat. I need to reconfirm that aether levels are consistent throughout the vessel's machinery, and it seems I shall have to do so single-handedly! I swear, when I find those assistants of mine...
* ...The Loporrits are willing to help? Why didn't you say so?
* At least ''they'' won't moan about how they “checked two dozen times already” and “haven't slept in weeks.” Lazy sods...

Urianger:
* Behold, Player...
* Through thine efforts, word hath spread throughout Labyrinthos.
* Verily, to a far greater number than we anticipated. Livingway doth gather more Loporrits as we speak.
* I shall assign each in accordance with their skills, that new bonds of friendship might be forged.
* Should greater matters require not thine attentions...watch over them, I prithee.

Livingway:
* Phew! Finally, some rest. Why, I haven't spoken so much in...well, in forever!

Thancred:
* Lively, isn't it? The town is abuzz─everyone eager to meet with our friends from the moon.

Urianger:
* 'Twould behoove you to consult with Sleepingway. As our moon's pilot, his advice should be most pertinent...

Thancred:
* I'm impressed. Truth be told, I struggle to tell one from another. No offense intended, of course...

Livingway:
* None taken! After you and your friends left Mare Lamentorum, we spent no small amount of time with your Urianger.
* Oh, the conversations we had! He told us all about Etheirys─answered our every question, no matter how trifling or trivial.
* Look! Every page, filled to the margins with knowledge!
* When I first arrived, I was struck by how little I knew. It was daunting...but then I realized that were it not for Urianger and his teachings, we'd still be stuck on the moon. Gazing at your world and wondering what we've been missing...

Thancred:
* What would they think if they could see Urianger now? I daresay they'd be more than a bit surprised...and impressed, no doubt.
* Master Louisoix, Minfilia, Papalymo. And not to forget...

Wilfsunn:
* Ho there! Heard there was a visiting expert who we might bother with a few questions. I take it you'd be the one?

Urianger:
* Y-Yes... I am...

Thancred:
* Wilfsunn and Bloewyda. Sharlayan's foremost researchers in the field of teleportation magick. ...And Moenbryda's parents.

Urianger:
* It hath been some time. 'Tis... 'Tis good to see you in...good health.

Wilfsunn:
* Likewise, old friend! Bloewyda and I were most honored to answer the call. Never expected this reunion, though, did we, dear?

Bloewyda:
* I'll say! The nerve...sending that letter, then running off to the gods know where!
* Do you have...any idea...how worried we were?

Urianger:
* I...I'm sorry. 'Twas remiss of me...not to deliver the news in person.
* No, more than that... 'Twas I who...

Wilfsunn:
* Our daughter was disillusioned after Master Louisoix left her behind. The day the Scions called upon her was the happiest I'd seen her in years.
* She made her every choice of her own free will. No one could've ever forced her to do otherwise.
* Don't blame yourself for her death. Celebrate her life. You know that's what she'd want.

Bloewyda:
* If there is one thing we resent you for, it was that we could not be there to mourn her with you...
* Reading the words you penned in that shaky hand... We must have cried as much for you as we did for her.

Urianger:
* I'm sorry. I truly, truly am...
* I knew not what to say. Knew not how to express my feelings...
* The poems and platitudes of wiser men. Musings on sadness and loss... Studied and memorized...and meaningless in the moment.

Bloewyda:
* Silly boy... We are all powerless before such grief. Even now, try as I might, the words escape me...
* But in our hearts, we know. We always know.

Wilfsunn:
* I remember when you were young. How the lads teased you for choosing the company of books over others.
* Our Moen didn't take kindly to that. “Be nice to Urianger!” she'd shout, and give them a walloping. No matter how many times we scolded her...

Bloewyda:
* So we offered a suggestion: rather than starting fights, why don't you be the bridge between Urianger and the others? She had to mull it over for a while. Arms crossed, brow furrowed in intense thought...
* But from that day on, she never let you be alone. She'd drag you outside to play, pepper you with endless questions, read the same books you read...all to try and understand you that much better.
* I'm sure it was annoying and exhausting at the time...but she only ever had the best of intentions.

Wilfsunn:
* And look at you now. At the center of the crowd─the reason there even is a crowd, having brought these people together.
* You've no idea how proud we are.

Bloewyda:
* To see the boy our daughter trusted and believed in more than anyone...grow into the man she always knew he could be.
* I can see her in you, too. Feel her. She walks with you, wheresoever you go. So thank you, Urianger. For being who you are.

Urianger:
* I...I think...I can feel her, too...
* The truth...of her life. Not sorrow...but hope. And love...

Livingway:
* This Moenbryda...she was important to him, wasn't she?

Thancred:
* ...You could ask the man himself.

Livingway:
* Oh no, no. But watching this exchange reminds me how much I've yet to learn about your world...and its people.

Thancred:
* You can live here your entire life and hardly learn a thing.
* That's why...it's too soon for this to end.

Urianger:
* Oh, Player... Be assured that I am fine. I am...
* Full glad to see them, too, after so very long. Gladder still that it was in your company. As difficult as it was to accept their kindness, 'twould have been far harder had I faced them alone...

Agriculture Shock

2021-12-08T18:58:47Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Agriculture Shock
| image =
| description = Cookingway is eager for a change of venue, or at the very least, a change of wotsit.
| quest-giver = Cookingway
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 28.9
| location-y = 27.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1584
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Wise Guides
| next-quest = Sage Council
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Cookingway and have him accompany you.
* Speak with Jebke while accompanied by Cookingway.
* Accompany Cookingway to the vineyard and then speak with him.
* Accompany Cookingway to the orange grove and then speak with him.
* Accompany Cookingway to the pumpkin field and then speak with him.
* Accompany Cookingway to the lemon grove and then speak with him.
* Speak with Jebke while accompanied by Cookingway.
* Speak with Cookingway.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Cookingway:
* This is all very wonderful, I'm sure, but I was rather hoping to learn more about your nourishment provision facilities. In other words, where is the food?

Urianger:
* I believe both the knowledge and consumables you seek may be found at Meryall Agronomics.
* As I imagine Singingway and the others intend to study every conceivable facet of this apparatus, wouldst thou be so kind as to escort our visiting culinarian?

Cookingway:
* Yes, that sounds much more interesting! Hopefully, I'll be able to see firsthand some of the delicacies Urianger was telling me about.
* Even his incredibly vivid─if a bit too verbose─descriptions cannot compare to sampling them myself. Not to mention Etheirys will soon be no more...so I must learn all I can while there is still time!
* Let us brook no further delay!
* This is the place, yes? The heady aroma was enough to guide me here, and I've spotted several of the fruit and vegetables featured in our compendium!
* I'd dearly love to try some, but I read that those who help themselves to a farmer's crops without permission are often caught and put into pies!
* Perhaps you could ask whoever's in charge if they would be willing to part with a few samples?

Jebke:
* <sigh> What a fine mess this is...
* Ah, it's you, the one who climbed down the mineshaft!
* I'd show you around if I could, but I'm rushed off my feet preparing for the exodus.
* And I'm not the only one. We've all got to find ways to do what we do down here up there─first on the moon, then on whichever star the Forum decides will become our new home.
* It's all so sudden...so unreal...

Cookingway:
* Don't you ''want'' to go to the moon?

Jebke:
* Well, it's better than waiting for the Final Days to claim us...
* But no matter how carefully it's all planned, we'll never be able to take every variety of flora and fauna with us.
* Even the ones we ''can'' take may not survive in their new environment. So many species, doomed to extinction...
* Sorry, that's not what you came to talk about, is it?

Cookingway:
* Nothing quite so dire, I assure you. We merely wish to sample a little of your produce, if we may?

Jebke:
* By all means, help yourselves.

Cookingway:
* Much appreciated, my good fellow!
* So, where to begin?
* Oh! I know what these are! Grapes, yes?
* Let's see if they are as delicious as they look...
* So sweet, so sour! The taste is much like a ripe philosopher's carrot...and yet the texture is entirely different.
* The contrast between the outer skin and the fruit within is most peculiar, though far from unpleasant. Yes, I think I'll try another...
* Well, that's certainly given me food for thought, though in a far less visceral manner than any philosopher's carrot... But tell me, what is your opinion of grapes?

'''''"I'd brave an erupting volcano for a choice bunch!"'''''

Cookingway:
* Yes, they are rather moreish, aren't they? And from what I've read, quite versatile, too. Something about people stepping on them to make intoxicating beverages, as I recall.
* Anyway, that's enough about grapes for the time being. On to the next treat!
* Orange by name, orange by nature!
* What came first, the fruit or the color? Who cares? Let's eat!
* Mmm... Yes, that's... Mmm!
* Equal parts sweet and sour, as with the grapes, yet nothing alike. Hmm... I may have to consult Urianger about expanding my vocabulary. I simply cannot find the words to describe it!
* Perhaps what I'm looking for is, “bitter.” This is all very complicated, you know. So many flavors, so many choices... And each individual with their own personal preferences...
* Now I see why you all turned your noses up at the idea of eating nothing but carrots! Marvelous though they still are in my estimation─let no one say I said otherwise!
* Ah, but speaking of carrots, I've yet to sample any of the vegetables. Let's see what's in that field over there!
* That color...that texture... Are they some sort of enormous, round carrots?
* No? In any case, proper nomenclature is less of a concern than the taste...
* Blech! It's so hard and flavorless, I may as well be chewing a piece of wood! That all but confirms it─ these are nothing more than misbegotten failures masquerading as goodly carrots!

Deloys:
* Stop, stop, stop! Can't you see these are pumpkins!?
* And no one with any sense would try eating them raw! You're supposed to cook them first!

Cookingway:
* Do you not find it an awful bother?

Deloys:
* Far from it! Cooking is a joy unto itself.
* And what's more, it broadens the range of ingredients that we may safely eat.
* But above all else, cooking allows us to draw out the full potential of our produce. Pumpkin stew has been one of my favorite dishes for as long I can remember!

Cookingway:
* Then perhaps even these hard blocks of plant matter can become as delicious as the orange I sampled...
* I wonder, though, if there is anything even more delicious... How about that yellow fruit over yonder?
* What a wondrous fragrance! With luck, it'll have a flavor to match.
* As I've no idea how these are eaten, I'll just bite into it!
* Hnnnggghhh!
* My...tongue... Is this...poison!?
* A lemon? You mean it's ''supposed'' to taste like this!?
* How can something so similar to an orange be so revolting?
* Ack... It may be some time before my palate recovers from this ordeal. As such, I had best call an end to this round of sampling. Let's say our farewells and return to the others.

Jebke:
* Finished, have you? I trust you found something to your liking.

Cookingway:
* I'm rather enamored with the grapes and oranges. Less so the pumpkin, though I learned the hard way they're not to be eaten raw.
* Then there was the lemon. The ''deceiver''. I still feel so violated...

Jebke:
* Haha! First time, was it?
* I'd hate for you to leave with a bad taste in your mouth─in more ways than one─so I'll give you this lemon muffin I baked. If this doesn't change your opinion, nothing will!

Cookingway:
* More lemon!? Have I not suffered enough?
* Nevertheless, it would be remiss of me to spurn this opportunity to─oof, bit of sick came up there─learn more of your inscrutable ways.
* Very well, lemon muffin! Do your worst!
Cookingway: ...
* This...is...
Cookingway: ...DELICIOUS!
* Although I still detect a hint of lemon, it complements the sweetness of the dough to create a perfect harmony!
* I never would've guessed its vile bitterness could be utilized so elegantly. My good chap, this is simply breathtaking!

Jebke:
* See? We rarely use lemon in its natural state, but it has a starring role in all sorts of recipes, and the same is true for many other ingredients.
* It comes down to making the most of the resources at our disposal. And sometimes, that can even be the difference between life and death.
* I know we won't be able to take every species with us. No doubt the Forum agonized over what was worth preserving...and what will be consigned to history. Hard choices, but make them we must if we're to survive.

Cookingway:
* Such strength of will... Now I know what Hydaelyn sees in your kind.
* Mankind, the Loporrits─we were both born from the accumulated knowledge of the ancients.
* They learned all there is to learn about the nature of sentient life and the fates of the stars themselves.
* Once a civilization has fulfilled the basic requirements for survival, it will inevitably seek to eliminate all forms of negativity and achieve perfection.
* And therein lies its folly...and its downfall.
* For perfection is an unattainable ideal. 'Tis the paradox of the immaculate carrot.
* Yet civilizations since time immemorial have deemed the pursuit of perfection as “progress.” They pay no heed to the costs incurred in their futile quest, and all too often become the architects of their own demise, their dreams forever unfulfilled.
* What, then, is the alternative? The answer lies in knowing that our existence can never be perfect. To be content with what we have and make the most of it.
* When life gives you lemons, make lemon muffins!

Jebke:
* Err...pardon my Eorzean, but what in the seven hells are you on about? And who are you, anyway?

Cookingway:
* Cookingway, at your service! I'm here to help prepare for the trip to the moon!
* And once you get there, you'll be able to try my carrots. I've been growing all different kinds!
* But don't worry, there'll be room for your crops too. We'll work together to preserve as many of Etheirys's species as possible, if you're up to the challenge.

Jebke:
* Yes, of course! I look forward to it.

Cookingway:
* Well, this has all been highly productive. Probably. Let's go and see if Urianger and the others have run out of machinery to inspect, shall we?
* That was most enlightening, especially the part with the lemon muffin.
* Actually, I was wondering, do you know of any other places famed for their cuisine?

'''''"Limsa Lominsa is home to the Culinarians' Guild...and many less-than-savory establishments."'''''

Cookingway:
* Would that I had time to visit... <sigh> The more I learn of Etheirys, the more I wish we could spare it from the Final Days.
* Alas, Hydaelyn's orders are to flee, not to resist. If only there was some other way...

Wise Guides

2021-12-08T18:16:42Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Wise Guides
| image =
| description = Try as he might, Urianger cannot free himself of the Loporrits.
| quest-giver = Urianger
| location = Labryinthos
| location-x = 21.1
| location-y = 19.9
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1074
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = No Job Too Small
| next-quest = Agriculture Shock
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Singingway.
* Head to the designated location and survey the wotsit.
* Survey the designated location and default any enemies that appear.
* Speak with Growingway.
* Speak with Urianger.
* Speak with Singingway.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Urianger:
* A tour of Labyrinthos? Hmm... An unexpected, yet prudent suggestion...
* Given the similarities betwixt this artificial environment and Bestways Burrow, 'twould be in our best interests to have the Loporrits acquaint themselves with those conditions deemed optimal by their Sharlayan collaborators.
* I fear, however, that continued reliance upon my limited knowledge would risk narrowing, rather than broadening, their perspectives. Mayhap thou art better suited to lead this venture?

Singingway:
* What a marvelous idea! Might we begin with that great, big wotsit over yonder?

Urianger:
* Ah, yes. The wotsit. I shall leave its explanation to Player. <chuckle>

Singingway:
* Goodness me! To build something so large without creation magicks...is positively stupendous!
* Perhaps you could direct our attention to its most important features?
* Is that water I hear from inside that great big tube?
* It must be because of those cogs and that gigantic wheel at the top.
* Oh, I see! That's how they draw up the water! There's probably some sort of spiral-shaped mechanism inside it, too.
* That looks like the “trees” in Greatest Endsvale!
* Hold on, that's a bit of a strange shape... It's thin at the bottom but big and round at the top. Quite tall for something so unbalanced, too.
* Now it makes sense! That's where they store the water!
* Hmm... It's a little hard to see from here, but is that a golden pipe connected to the top of those tanks?
* And I can see through that window another pipe at the bottom...
* Ah! This must be for purifying water drawn up from below!
* Well, if I were to hazard a guess, water drawn from underground─presumably with some other mechanism─is purified here and stored in that tower before being distributed elsewhere.
* I'm right, aren't I?
* I knew it! A design brilliant in its simplicity. I daresay it would take only a moment to install in even the harshest of environments. For us Loporrits, that is!

Livingway:
* Indeed, securing a reliable source of water is of the utmost importance for any fledgling settlement.

Singingway:
* We have read, however, that peoples of Etheirys sometimes make their homes in arid deserts and such. How are they able to survive?
* So wherever you choose to live, you're never far from water...

Growingway:
* Oh dear... I worry we won't be able to procure the necessary amount!
* We can provide enough water to keep them from drying out completely, but it would appear they rely on it far more than we'd anticipated!

Singingway:
* Hmm... A few adjustments may be in order, once we've calculated the average rate of consumption per individual...
* It may also be worth learning more about how exactly they obtain their water in the first place.

Urianger:
* Master Alphinaud spoke of the machinery responsible for that feat during our journey through Logistikon Alpha, did he not?
* Mayhap the Loporrits will share his appreciation for the engineering marvel.

Singingway:
* Oh, yes! That sounds absolutely splendid!

Urianger:
* We must journey beyond the sanctuary of Sharlayan Hamlet. I shall lead the way.

Growingway:
* Y-You mean we'll have to brave the untamed wilderness!?

Livingway:
* A valid concern indeed. We could not help but notice the many dangerous-looking creatures with big, nasty teeth lurking beyond the safe confines of this settlement.
* Were we not escorted here by burly custodians, I dread to think what would have become of us!

Urianger:
* Regrettably, to many a hungry predator with the aforementioned big, nasty teeth, Loporrits may appear to be a potential and rather appetizing source of sustenance...
* Might I impose upon thee to assist in securing safe passage to Logistikon Alpha?
* For my part, I shall act as escort to Livingway and Cookingway. I entrust Singingway and Growingway to thy care.
* A more valiant protector they could not wish for. Godsspeed.

Singingway:
* If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not be eaten by some horrid beastie.
* Come along, Growingway. To the water extraction wotsit!

Growingway:
* Th-Thank you so m-much...
* I really hope this water extraction wotsit is worth these harrowing experiences!
* All part of the fun, some might say, but I'd rather not be burnt to a crisp, if it's all the same to you!

Urianger:
* My friends, I bid you welcome to Logistikon Alpha.
* Our destination doth lie at the lift's top. Pray, follow me.

Singingway:
* Marvelous! Simply marvelous! So, this is where the magic─or science, rather─takes place! The perfect environment to sustain life, artificially created!
* The knowledge we'll gain here will be essential when we start looking for new stars for your kind to inhabit. Apparently, most of them don't even have air for you to breathe!
* You're all very lucky that Etheirys just so happens to provide everything you need to thrive. Or did mankind turn out the way they are because of the available resources, I wonder?
* Either way, it's nothing short of miraculous! And I cannot wait to see more of it!

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T18:03:08Z

Telsak:

{{Quest infobox
| title = Let the Good Times Troll
| image =
| description = A veterenarian in Sharlayan Halmet is wrangling with a beast of problem.
| quest-giver = Vexed Veterinarian
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 21.0
| location-y = 21.5
| type = side story
| level = 80
| exp = 190,575
| gil = 815
| unlocks = cur Aether Current
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Find the wayward troll and slay any analas that attack.
* Give the ripe fruit to the wayward troll.
* Speak with the veterinarian

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Vexed Veterinarian:
* Excuse me, ma'am. I couldn't help but notice that you've a way about you that simply screams “I have an affinity for creatures of the wilds.” And since I'm never wrong about such things, might I trouble you?
* You see, amongst the troops of trolls living in the Outer Circuit, I came upon one who was sick beyond measure.
* I took the poor creature in at once and saw him healed, of course, but when I attempted to return him to his rightful home, he flew into a panic, as if he could not bear the thought of going back.
* To make matters worse, the troll saw fit to escape into a den of analas. I would go after him, but I'm so fumble-footed I'll scare him off like as not, and be torn limb from limb for my pains by the fiends!
* So, I turn to you. Would you seek out this troll of which I spoke? I shall provide you with his favorite food, and with it, you should be able to calm the piteous thing. Hopefully that will be enough to see his senses restored and for him to come hurrying back.
Vexed Veterinarian: And, though I shudder to think of it, if any of those fell analas seek to impede you or pester that troll, make those beasts regret their interference. Oh, and don't worry ─ you will be rewarded for your efforts!

Wayward Troll:
* Grrr...
* Muaaah!

Vexed Veterinarian:
* Look, he's returned! I can't thank you enough.
* I know they may not look it, but trolls are really quite intelligent. Indeed, they are an intrinsic part of the woodlands of Labyrinthos, and keep it healthy and thriving.
* Though we've a responsibility to put down the more violent and unruly ones, most trolls─such as this one─are kind, docile things. In fact, my friend here has a real chance of becoming leader of his tribe, perhaps even guardian of the forest someday.
* It is we who saw these creatures removed from their natural habitats and relocated them within Labyrinthos. Thus, we've a responsibility to watch over them, to ensure they are well. And it would be too cruel to dispose of one simply because they're under the weather.
* Ah yes, your reward─here, as promised. Now then, it's high time I saw this fellow returned to the Outer Circuit. Farewell, adventurer!

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T18:02:04Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Let the Good Times Troll
| image =
| description = A veterenarian in Sharlayan Halmet is wrangling with a beast of problem.
| quest-giver = Vexed Veterinarian
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 21.0
| location-y = 21.5
| type = side story
| level = 80
| exp = 190,575
| gil = 815
| unlocks = cur Aether Current
| next-quest = Fixme
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Find the wayward troll and slay any analas that attack.
* Give the ripe fruit to the wayward troll.
* Speak with the veterinarian

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Vexed Veterinarian:
* Excuse me, ma'am. I couldn't help but notice that you've a way about you that simply screams “I have an affinity for creatures of the wilds.” And since I'm never wrong about such things, might I trouble you?
* You see, amongst the troops of trolls living in the Outer Circuit, I came upon one who was sick beyond measure.
* I took the poor creature in at once and saw him healed, of course, but when I attempted to return him to his rightful home, he flew into a panic, as if he could not bear the thought of going back.
* To make matters worse, the troll saw fit to escape into a den of analas. I would go after him, but I'm so fumble-footed I'll scare him off like as not, and be torn limb from limb for my pains by the fiends!
* So, I turn to you. Would you seek out this troll of which I spoke? I shall provide you with his favorite food, and with it, you should be able to calm the piteous thing. Hopefully that will be enough to see his senses restored and for him to come hurrying back.
Vexed Veterinarian: And, though I shudder to think of it, if any of those fell analas seek to impede you or pester that troll, make those beasts regret their interference. Oh, and don't worry ─ you will be rewarded for your efforts!

Wayward Troll:
* Grrr...
* Muaaah!

Vexed Veterinarian:
* Look, he's returned! I can't thank you enough.
* I know they may not look it, but trolls are really quite intelligent. Indeed, they are an intrinsic part of the woodlands of Labyrinthos, and keep it healthy and thriving.
* Though we've a responsibility to put down the more violent and unruly ones, most trolls─such as this one─are kind, docile things. In fact, my friend here has a real chance of becoming leader of his tribe, perhaps even guardian of the forest someday.
* It is we who saw these creatures removed from their natural habitats and relocated them within Labyrinthos. Thus, we've a responsibility to watch over them, to ensure they are well. And it would be too cruel to dispose of one simply because they're under the weather.
* Ah yes, your reward─here, as promised. Now then, it's high time I saw this fellow returned to the Outer Circuit. Farewell, adventurer!

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T18:01:16Z

Telsak: /* Steps */

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T17:55:54Z

Telsak: /* Steps */

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T17:54:51Z

Telsak:

Let the Good Times Troll

2021-12-08T17:54:25Z

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No Job Too Small

2021-12-08T17:44:59Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = No Job Too Small
| image =
| description = Alphinaud is resisting the urge to pat himself on the back.
| quest-giver = Alphinaud
| location = Labryinthos
| location-x = 21.0
| location-y = 34.2
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 776
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Going Underground
| next-quest = Wise Guides
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Alisaie.
* Gather information in Sharlyana Hamlet.
* Search for the behatted rabbit.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Alphinaud:
* Though our friends are searching for refined adamantite and sacred relics, we will only know if they meet your requirements once they have arrived.
* In the meantime, is there aught else we might do to be of service?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Ha! You've already done more than enough!
* If I had to say, though, I could use someone who knows a thing or two about Allagan technology...
* You there! The lad with the red eyes n' matchin' hair! You seem to know more than the average scholar!

Alphinaud:
* Ha! If only Master Kokkol knew how right he was. While he and G'raha establish a rapport, why don't we help with preparations for the great exodus?
* Indeed, this would mean going above and beyond the terms of our arrangement─but I propose this not to curry favor.
* As confident as I am that we will succeed, we must be ready for every eventuality. This would also be an opportunity to familiarize ourselves with the logistics of traversing the great expanse. And if nothing else, it beats twiddling our thumbs while we wait for the adamantite.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Well, ain't you a bunch of helpful buggers? If you've a mind to lend a hand, I know where you ought to go.
* Sharlayan Hamlet is lousy with researchers and scholarly types, busyin' themselves preparin' for the exodus. Pah! That lot need all the help they can get!

Alphinaud:
* Well, then! Off we go!

Alisaie:
* From what I can tell, a lot of the people actually live down here.
* I don't know how much help we can offer, but I daresay they'll benefit from some of that “fresh inspiration” Scholarch Montichaigne mentioned.
* Let's start by asking around, ideally without getting in anyone's way!

Alphinaud:
* Let's meet by the aetheryte once our work is done.

Silken Grin:
* Oh, um, hullo. Are you one of the new helpers?
* Working on the aetherburner? Oh dear... I hear things have come to a standstill on that front.
* Even so, I'd choose that over my current duties. Checking and loading samples, day in, day out. It's tiring, thankless work...
* Still, no one'll be cross if I misplace a few legumes or what have you. The Forum's got enough on their plate as it is, what with deciding who gets to board the ark and when. Lot of powerful people have “opinions” about that.
* My heart goes out to Master Fourchenault and the others. Hardly get a moment's rest, I expect. Do they even have time to sleep?

Steady Current:
* Helping with the ark? Even with all the power Master Kokkol's managed to squeeze out of the aetherburner, it's still not enough, apparently.
* And now I hear the Final Days have arrived. Horrible creatures running rampant all over... <sigh> If only we'd begun the exodus sooner.
* People are dying, and there'll be no end to it if we don't fulfill our duties.
* But we will. We've spent years preparing for this moment. Believe in the plan, and all will be well.

Paultisanne:
* Offering to help? That's very kind, but I should be able to organize the rest of the documents by myself.
* It's mostly lists of the things we'll need once we arrive on the moon, and then whichever star we choose as our new home. My duties largely concern the maintenance of living conditions, so I'll be a lot busier after we depart.
* I hear that our lunar collaborators have come down to assist in our efforts. I'm looking forward to finally meeting them in person, after having communicated with them in such a limited capacity thus far.
* To be perfectly honest, I've not even the slightest idea what they look like! I do hope they're not enormous, looming giants... Why, I would much prefer something small and fluffy, like that behatted rabbit that ran by...

Livingway:
* Fancy meeting you here, Player!
* Our friends in the Forum brought us to see their teeny-tiny toy boat, which was quite impressive considering they didn't use any creation magicks.
* What we're really interested in is Etheirys itself, though we now find ourselves in a sort of funny, underground, miniaturized version of it.
* We were hoping the Forum would give us a guided tour, but it appears they're rather preoccupied. Honestly! All that time to prepare, and they're still not ready!
* I suppose we'll just have to show ourselves around. Or at least, that's what we were planning to do until we chanced upon Urianger and your good self!
* Since you're both dawdling about, engaging in idle chitchat, perhaps you could show us a few points of interest! Won't that be fun?

A Path Unveiled

2021-12-08T17:29:13Z

Telsak: /* Journal */

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Path Unveiled
| description = The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents is pleased to see you.
| image =
| quest-giver = Keeper of the Entwined Serpents
| location = New Gridania
| location-x = 9.8
| location-y = 11.3
| type = role
| quest-line = Endwalker Role Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 2000
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Hearts True
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna near the Leatherworkers' Guild.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna in Everschade.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Defeat Gleipnir
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Speak with the silent conjurer at Nophica's Alter.
* Speak with the Keep of the Entwined Serpents.
* Report to the Gridanian Delegate in Radz-at-Han.

==Journal==
* At the Adders' Nest, Kan-E-Senna explains that the ceremony she will soon carry out will be to summon the Irmin Hedge—a powerful barrier which greatly mitigated the damage inflicted upon the Twelveswood during the Calamity. On this occasion, however, it will be employed to purify the corruption that plagues the Twelveswood. The branches of the great one have been delivered across the Twelveswood, and the final one is to be placed in Gridania itself. Kan-E asks you to do the honors, and bids you follow her to the Leatherworkers' Guild, where the ancient tree that will receive the branch resides.
* Branch in hand, you climb the massive tree until you find the spot of weathered bark the Elder Seedseer pointed out to you earlier. You affix the branch, completing the final connection and empowering the great one to extend its essence all throughout the forest with ease. The time has come to proceed to Everschade and carry out the ritual, that together you may bring a close to this dark chapter of Gridania's history.
* Under the mighty boughs of the Guardian Tree, the Elder Seedseer makes ready to begin a ceremony which has not been seen since Dalamud fell. As if to stop her, Gleipnir emerges snarling from the woods, and Kan-E-Senna beseeches you for your protection. The blasphemy charges, and only you stand between its fury and Gridania's demise.
* The battle is hard-fought, but you hold Gleipnir at bay long enough for Kan-E-Senna to summon the Irmin Hedge, rendering the beast's poison ineffective. Together you, the Elder Seedseer, and her Keeper bring an end to the blasphemy, and with it the tragic tale of Ea-Sura-Supin. The sacred wood that once held its breath in fear breathes a long sigh of relief. Though exhausted from events, the Elder Seedseer wears an expression of satisfaction and accomplishment.
* With Gleipnir slain, the effects of its poison are much diminished. But there is no rest for the righteous, and Kan-E-Senna must journey home to Gridania and the many duties that await her. She asks that you visit her at the Lotus Stand upon your own return to the city.
* As hoped, those weakened by Gleipnir's poison have already begun to heal, and once more Kan-E thanks you on behalf of her nation. She vows to remember Ea-Sura not as the blasphemy he became, but as the young boy who taught her that the elementals’ blessing was not a burden, but a gift to be shared. And so, hand in hand with the elementals and her people, she will walk along a path into the future that they will discover together. But what of her faithful Keeper of the Entwined Serpents, who has beena constant presence at her side?
* The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents is no less resolved than the Elder Seedseer to continue to serve Gridania. As his duties require that he remain at home, he bids you journey to Radz-at-Han to inform the officer there that there is one less blasphemy in the world.
* The Gridanian delegate is joyed to hear of Gleipnir's demise—and more than a little relieved, given that you did not return quite as quickly as he had anticipated. He thanks you on behalf of his nation, and bids you farewell...at least, that is, until the next time the Twelveswood and her people are faced with a crisis once more.

==Walkthrough==
Ensure you interrupt Gleipnirs casts that would otherwise hit the Seedseer. NOTE: He is immune to stun, so you have to use Interject

==Dialogue==
Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Impeccable timing, as always, Player. But moments ago, the Elder Seedseer sent word to go and fetch you.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* She's already on her way, and will explain everything herself when she arrives.

Kan-E-Senna:
* The children of the Twelveswood─both moogle and man alike─have sallied forth, branches in hand, to the far reaches of the forest. Soon their task shall be completed.
* Though the shadow of death yet looms large, they do not allow despair into their hearts. They hold fast to their faith in a brighter future...
* We shall see their hope rewarded, and by the grace of the elementals, consign these grim days to memory. We need only succeed in summoning the Irmin Hedge.
* You may recall that the great one's words were muddled and esoteric. I believe it was an instruction to carry out this esoteric ceremony in order to expunge the corruption befouling the forest, that the once-tainted earth may begin to mend.
* For you see, when the Irmin Hedge last was formed, it was to protect the Twelveswood from threats without. The great one acted as a guardian, embracing the woods to shield them as a father would his child.
* On this occasion, however, we will call upon it to nourish and revitalize, as a mother nurses her child to make them strong against sickness.
* In channeling the power of the elementals in this way, we can stem the spread of Gleipnir's poison, and the scars of its passing will finally heal.
* At least, that was what the great one intended to say, I believe.
* The Seedseer Council agrees with my interpretation and has permitted me to perform the ceremony.
* I have in my possession a single branch─the final one to be attached to the eldest tree of the Twelveswood. For all that you have done to aid us thus far, I ask you accept this honor.
* Who better to set the final stone in this new foundation for everlasting peace? You who have sacrificed so much for the sake of others. If we had even a sliver of your courage, we could move mountains.
* Thank you, my friend. We will find the tree of which I spoke in front of the Leatherworkers' Guild. Let us depart.
* Look to the boughs above, and you will see a spot where the bark has been discolored by age and the elements. There you must affix the branch.
* You are quite the climber. And with that, all preparations are now complete.
* Let us return to the Guardian Tree, and with the aid of the great one deliver salvation to the whole of the Twelveswood.
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through the branches of the Guardian Tree, the Twelveswood is become as one...
* In summoning the Irmin Hedge, every ilm of these sacred lands will be imbued with the great one's nourishing aether. The forest will be empowered to heal itself─to break free of Gleipnir's despair.
* The ceremony is complex and delicate, and I must maintain focus. I trust you will do what is necessary to see that I am not interrupted.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Gleipnir comes! Defend the Elder Seedseer!

Kan-E-Senna:
* Are the elementals so deserving of your scorn? Do you hate me, too, for my horns? I knew a boy once...a boy who called them gifts. Symbols of the blessings he resolved to share with the world.
* Yet the beast before me now brings naught but misery and death─marks its victims with chains to bind and condemn. To share in its suffering. I was not there for you then, but I am here for you now. To unmake what you have become.
* I shall begin the ceremony. Stand fast, and remember what we fight for!
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through sacred soil and azure skies may your compassion flow and swell to banish the darkness...
* For we as well...honor and gratitude unending. We could not have overcome the blasphemy without your aid.
* In your everlasting grace, I pray you continue to guide we children of the forest. In your boundless mercy, I pray you forgive the lost and forsaken who succumbed to despair.
* To you, my dear Ea-Sura, I promise I shall never forget your words of wisdom. Ours is indeed a gift and a blessing─and a duty to our people I will uphold...
* Until my final breath. This I swear.
* Thank you, Player. The great cleansing could not have succeeded without you.
* The blight has been purged, and the blasphemous beast which bore it laid low. The sacred wood that once held its breath in fear now breathes a long sigh of relief.
* I must return to Gridania and my regular duties as Elder Seedseer, but I should be glad if you could call upon me there─that is, if I may impose upon you one final time.
* Thank you. I promise not to detain you at length. Let us meet again at the Lotus Stand.

Silent Conjurer:
* The Elder Seedseer awaits you within. Shall I escort you to her?

Kan-E-Senna:
* The great one's aether flows all throughout the Twelveswood, purging the last vestiges of Gleipnir's poison. The surviving wounded are no longer in danger and have begun to recover at long last.
* We have much cause to rejoice─in no small part because of you, my friend.
* On behalf of Gridania─and myself─allow me to thank you yet again for your tireless efforts in bringing Gleipnir to heel.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* You went above and beyond the call of duty for the sake of our people and their homeland. You were inspiring to behold─and not for the first time, I must say...
* Forgive me, Elder Seedseer, but...with this crisis behind us, I would suggest a new course of action.

Kan-E-Senna:
* Oh? And what would that be?

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Rest. In all our time together, I have never seen you so hard-pressed. Surely you are weary and could benefit from a brief respite?

Kan-E-Senna:
* I appreciate your concern, my friend, but I cannot. Will not. One day, perhaps, but not this day.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* But...but Elder Seedseer─

Kan-E-Senna:
* Recent events have given me cause to reflect upon my past. Upon lessons that I once thought I had taken to heart.
* When I did not yet understand the duty with which I had been entrusted─when these horns of mine were but chains binding me to a destiny I did not choose.
* 'Twas Ea-Sura who taught me to appreciate the gift I had been given. Had he not been there to help me keep to the proper path, where would my errant feet have taken me instead?
* He was perhaps the first, but he would not be the last. My brother and sister and countless other kind souls, through their words and their support, have also helped me to continue to find a way forward...even when I thought there was none.
* 'Tis by opening our hearts to one another that we, in turn, open new paths─that we can conceive of greater opportunities and brighter futures. All who live within Gridania are deserving of these gifts, and so I must always be there for them, that together we may journey in safety through darkest night.

'''''"Not tempted to live wild and free like an adventurer?'''''

Kan-E-Senna:
* ...It is not without its appeal. I recall fondly the few occasions I have traveled beyond. Our time together in the Churning Mists left a lasting impression.
* If ever there came a time when I need no longer serve as Elder Seedseer, I should like very much to accompany you on another adventure.
* Regardless of what the future has in store, my present course is clear. So long as we Padjal serve as a bridge between man and elemental, Gridania can weather any storm.
* And so I will continue to walk hand in hand with my people and my patrons, along a path that we discover together.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Though the blasphemy is no more, there are still administrative matters to resolve. If it is not too much to ask, could you bring word of these recent events to our delegate in Radz-at-Han?
* It has been an honor and a pleasure, my friend. May the elementals watch over and keep you.

Gridanian Delegate:
* Welcome back. I pray you have brought glad tidings...
* Gleipnir is slain!? You've brought joy to me on an otherwise uneventful day. Of course, I had complete faith in your success, but had begun to worry ever so slightly when you did not return as quickly as I anticipated.
* I shall report your success to the envoys at once. If we have further need of you, I pray you will answer our call!

A Path Unveiled

2021-12-08T17:23:08Z

Telsak: /* Walkthrough */

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| title = A Path Unveiled
| description = The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents is pleased to see you.
| image =
| quest-giver = Keeper of the Entwined Serpents
| location = New Gridania
| location-x = 9.8
| location-y = 11.3
| type = role
| quest-line = Endwalker Role Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 2000
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Hearts True
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna near the Leatherworkers' Guild.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna in Everschade.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Defeat Gleipnir
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Speak with the silent conjurer at Nophica's Alter.
* Speak with the Keep of the Entwined Serpents.
* Report to the Gridanian Delegate in Radz-at-Han.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==
Ensure you interrupt Gleipnirs casts that would otherwise hit the Seedseer. NOTE: He is immune to stun, so you have to use Interject

==Dialogue==
Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Impeccable timing, as always, Player. But moments ago, the Elder Seedseer sent word to go and fetch you.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* She's already on her way, and will explain everything herself when she arrives.

Kan-E-Senna:
* The children of the Twelveswood─both moogle and man alike─have sallied forth, branches in hand, to the far reaches of the forest. Soon their task shall be completed.
* Though the shadow of death yet looms large, they do not allow despair into their hearts. They hold fast to their faith in a brighter future...
* We shall see their hope rewarded, and by the grace of the elementals, consign these grim days to memory. We need only succeed in summoning the Irmin Hedge.
* You may recall that the great one's words were muddled and esoteric. I believe it was an instruction to carry out this esoteric ceremony in order to expunge the corruption befouling the forest, that the once-tainted earth may begin to mend.
* For you see, when the Irmin Hedge last was formed, it was to protect the Twelveswood from threats without. The great one acted as a guardian, embracing the woods to shield them as a father would his child.
* On this occasion, however, we will call upon it to nourish and revitalize, as a mother nurses her child to make them strong against sickness.
* In channeling the power of the elementals in this way, we can stem the spread of Gleipnir's poison, and the scars of its passing will finally heal.
* At least, that was what the great one intended to say, I believe.
* The Seedseer Council agrees with my interpretation and has permitted me to perform the ceremony.
* I have in my possession a single branch─the final one to be attached to the eldest tree of the Twelveswood. For all that you have done to aid us thus far, I ask you accept this honor.
* Who better to set the final stone in this new foundation for everlasting peace? You who have sacrificed so much for the sake of others. If we had even a sliver of your courage, we could move mountains.
* Thank you, my friend. We will find the tree of which I spoke in front of the Leatherworkers' Guild. Let us depart.
* Look to the boughs above, and you will see a spot where the bark has been discolored by age and the elements. There you must affix the branch.
* You are quite the climber. And with that, all preparations are now complete.
* Let us return to the Guardian Tree, and with the aid of the great one deliver salvation to the whole of the Twelveswood.
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through the branches of the Guardian Tree, the Twelveswood is become as one...
* In summoning the Irmin Hedge, every ilm of these sacred lands will be imbued with the great one's nourishing aether. The forest will be empowered to heal itself─to break free of Gleipnir's despair.
* The ceremony is complex and delicate, and I must maintain focus. I trust you will do what is necessary to see that I am not interrupted.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Gleipnir comes! Defend the Elder Seedseer!

Kan-E-Senna:
* Are the elementals so deserving of your scorn? Do you hate me, too, for my horns? I knew a boy once...a boy who called them gifts. Symbols of the blessings he resolved to share with the world.
* Yet the beast before me now brings naught but misery and death─marks its victims with chains to bind and condemn. To share in its suffering. I was not there for you then, but I am here for you now. To unmake what you have become.
* I shall begin the ceremony. Stand fast, and remember what we fight for!
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through sacred soil and azure skies may your compassion flow and swell to banish the darkness...
* For we as well...honor and gratitude unending. We could not have overcome the blasphemy without your aid.
* In your everlasting grace, I pray you continue to guide we children of the forest. In your boundless mercy, I pray you forgive the lost and forsaken who succumbed to despair.
* To you, my dear Ea-Sura, I promise I shall never forget your words of wisdom. Ours is indeed a gift and a blessing─and a duty to our people I will uphold...
* Until my final breath. This I swear.
* Thank you, Player. The great cleansing could not have succeeded without you.
* The blight has been purged, and the blasphemous beast which bore it laid low. The sacred wood that once held its breath in fear now breathes a long sigh of relief.
* I must return to Gridania and my regular duties as Elder Seedseer, but I should be glad if you could call upon me there─that is, if I may impose upon you one final time.
* Thank you. I promise not to detain you at length. Let us meet again at the Lotus Stand.

Silent Conjurer:
* The Elder Seedseer awaits you within. Shall I escort you to her?

Kan-E-Senna:
* The great one's aether flows all throughout the Twelveswood, purging the last vestiges of Gleipnir's poison. The surviving wounded are no longer in danger and have begun to recover at long last.
* We have much cause to rejoice─in no small part because of you, my friend.
* On behalf of Gridania─and myself─allow me to thank you yet again for your tireless efforts in bringing Gleipnir to heel.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* You went above and beyond the call of duty for the sake of our people and their homeland. You were inspiring to behold─and not for the first time, I must say...
* Forgive me, Elder Seedseer, but...with this crisis behind us, I would suggest a new course of action.

Kan-E-Senna:
* Oh? And what would that be?

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Rest. In all our time together, I have never seen you so hard-pressed. Surely you are weary and could benefit from a brief respite?

Kan-E-Senna:
* I appreciate your concern, my friend, but I cannot. Will not. One day, perhaps, but not this day.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* But...but Elder Seedseer─

Kan-E-Senna:
* Recent events have given me cause to reflect upon my past. Upon lessons that I once thought I had taken to heart.
* When I did not yet understand the duty with which I had been entrusted─when these horns of mine were but chains binding me to a destiny I did not choose.
* 'Twas Ea-Sura who taught me to appreciate the gift I had been given. Had he not been there to help me keep to the proper path, where would my errant feet have taken me instead?
* He was perhaps the first, but he would not be the last. My brother and sister and countless other kind souls, through their words and their support, have also helped me to continue to find a way forward...even when I thought there was none.
* 'Tis by opening our hearts to one another that we, in turn, open new paths─that we can conceive of greater opportunities and brighter futures. All who live within Gridania are deserving of these gifts, and so I must always be there for them, that together we may journey in safety through darkest night.

'''''"Not tempted to live wild and free like an adventurer?'''''

Kan-E-Senna:
* ...It is not without its appeal. I recall fondly the few occasions I have traveled beyond. Our time together in the Churning Mists left a lasting impression.
* If ever there came a time when I need no longer serve as Elder Seedseer, I should like very much to accompany you on another adventure.
* Regardless of what the future has in store, my present course is clear. So long as we Padjal serve as a bridge between man and elemental, Gridania can weather any storm.
* And so I will continue to walk hand in hand with my people and my patrons, along a path that we discover together.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Though the blasphemy is no more, there are still administrative matters to resolve. If it is not too much to ask, could you bring word of these recent events to our delegate in Radz-at-Han?
* It has been an honor and a pleasure, my friend. May the elementals watch over and keep you.

Gridanian Delegate:
* Welcome back. I pray you have brought glad tidings...
* Gleipnir is slain!? You've brought joy to me on an otherwise uneventful day. Of course, I had complete faith in your success, but had begun to worry ever so slightly when you did not return as quickly as I anticipated.
* I shall report your success to the envoys at once. If we have further need of you, I pray you will answer our call!

A Path Unveiled

2021-12-08T17:21:33Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

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| title = A Path Unveiled
| description = The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents is pleased to see you.
| image =
| quest-giver = Keeper of the Entwined Serpents
| location = New Gridania
| location-x = 9.8
| location-y = 11.3
| type = role
| quest-line = Endwalker Role Quests
| level = 90
| exp =
| gil = 2000
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Hearts True
| next-quest =
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna near the Leatherworkers' Guild.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna in Everschade.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Defeat Gleipnir
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Speak with the silent conjurer at Nophica's Alter.
* Speak with the Keep of the Entwined Serpents.
* Report to the Gridanian Delegate in Radz-at-Han.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==
???

==Dialogue==
Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Impeccable timing, as always, Player. But moments ago, the Elder Seedseer sent word to go and fetch you.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* She's already on her way, and will explain everything herself when she arrives.

Kan-E-Senna:
* The children of the Twelveswood─both moogle and man alike─have sallied forth, branches in hand, to the far reaches of the forest. Soon their task shall be completed.
* Though the shadow of death yet looms large, they do not allow despair into their hearts. They hold fast to their faith in a brighter future...
* We shall see their hope rewarded, and by the grace of the elementals, consign these grim days to memory. We need only succeed in summoning the Irmin Hedge.
* You may recall that the great one's words were muddled and esoteric. I believe it was an instruction to carry out this esoteric ceremony in order to expunge the corruption befouling the forest, that the once-tainted earth may begin to mend.
* For you see, when the Irmin Hedge last was formed, it was to protect the Twelveswood from threats without. The great one acted as a guardian, embracing the woods to shield them as a father would his child.
* On this occasion, however, we will call upon it to nourish and revitalize, as a mother nurses her child to make them strong against sickness.
* In channeling the power of the elementals in this way, we can stem the spread of Gleipnir's poison, and the scars of its passing will finally heal.
* At least, that was what the great one intended to say, I believe.
* The Seedseer Council agrees with my interpretation and has permitted me to perform the ceremony.
* I have in my possession a single branch─the final one to be attached to the eldest tree of the Twelveswood. For all that you have done to aid us thus far, I ask you accept this honor.
* Who better to set the final stone in this new foundation for everlasting peace? You who have sacrificed so much for the sake of others. If we had even a sliver of your courage, we could move mountains.
* Thank you, my friend. We will find the tree of which I spoke in front of the Leatherworkers' Guild. Let us depart.
* Look to the boughs above, and you will see a spot where the bark has been discolored by age and the elements. There you must affix the branch.
* You are quite the climber. And with that, all preparations are now complete.
* Let us return to the Guardian Tree, and with the aid of the great one deliver salvation to the whole of the Twelveswood.
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through the branches of the Guardian Tree, the Twelveswood is become as one...
* In summoning the Irmin Hedge, every ilm of these sacred lands will be imbued with the great one's nourishing aether. The forest will be empowered to heal itself─to break free of Gleipnir's despair.
* The ceremony is complex and delicate, and I must maintain focus. I trust you will do what is necessary to see that I am not interrupted.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Gleipnir comes! Defend the Elder Seedseer!

Kan-E-Senna:
* Are the elementals so deserving of your scorn? Do you hate me, too, for my horns? I knew a boy once...a boy who called them gifts. Symbols of the blessings he resolved to share with the world.
* Yet the beast before me now brings naught but misery and death─marks its victims with chains to bind and condemn. To share in its suffering. I was not there for you then, but I am here for you now. To unmake what you have become.
* I shall begin the ceremony. Stand fast, and remember what we fight for!
* If it is truly Ea-Sura's lingering resentment for the elementals that drives the blasphemy, then it will surely come.
* For the sake of the man he was, I must try to appeal to his reason. But should I fail, then we will have no recourse but to fight. Regardless, this day we shall bid farewell to Gleipnir.
* Through sacred soil and azure skies may your compassion flow and swell to banish the darkness...
* For we as well...honor and gratitude unending. We could not have overcome the blasphemy without your aid.
* In your everlasting grace, I pray you continue to guide we children of the forest. In your boundless mercy, I pray you forgive the lost and forsaken who succumbed to despair.
* To you, my dear Ea-Sura, I promise I shall never forget your words of wisdom. Ours is indeed a gift and a blessing─and a duty to our people I will uphold...
* Until my final breath. This I swear.
* Thank you, Player. The great cleansing could not have succeeded without you.
* The blight has been purged, and the blasphemous beast which bore it laid low. The sacred wood that once held its breath in fear now breathes a long sigh of relief.
* I must return to Gridania and my regular duties as Elder Seedseer, but I should be glad if you could call upon me there─that is, if I may impose upon you one final time.
* Thank you. I promise not to detain you at length. Let us meet again at the Lotus Stand.

Silent Conjurer:
* The Elder Seedseer awaits you within. Shall I escort you to her?

Kan-E-Senna:
* The great one's aether flows all throughout the Twelveswood, purging the last vestiges of Gleipnir's poison. The surviving wounded are no longer in danger and have begun to recover at long last.
* We have much cause to rejoice─in no small part because of you, my friend.
* On behalf of Gridania─and myself─allow me to thank you yet again for your tireless efforts in bringing Gleipnir to heel.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* You went above and beyond the call of duty for the sake of our people and their homeland. You were inspiring to behold─and not for the first time, I must say...
* Forgive me, Elder Seedseer, but...with this crisis behind us, I would suggest a new course of action.

Kan-E-Senna:
* Oh? And what would that be?

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Rest. In all our time together, I have never seen you so hard-pressed. Surely you are weary and could benefit from a brief respite?

Kan-E-Senna:
* I appreciate your concern, my friend, but I cannot. Will not. One day, perhaps, but not this day.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* But...but Elder Seedseer─

Kan-E-Senna:
* Recent events have given me cause to reflect upon my past. Upon lessons that I once thought I had taken to heart.
* When I did not yet understand the duty with which I had been entrusted─when these horns of mine were but chains binding me to a destiny I did not choose.
* 'Twas Ea-Sura who taught me to appreciate the gift I had been given. Had he not been there to help me keep to the proper path, where would my errant feet have taken me instead?
* He was perhaps the first, but he would not be the last. My brother and sister and countless other kind souls, through their words and their support, have also helped me to continue to find a way forward...even when I thought there was none.
* 'Tis by opening our hearts to one another that we, in turn, open new paths─that we can conceive of greater opportunities and brighter futures. All who live within Gridania are deserving of these gifts, and so I must always be there for them, that together we may journey in safety through darkest night.

'''''"Not tempted to live wild and free like an adventurer?'''''

Kan-E-Senna:
* ...It is not without its appeal. I recall fondly the few occasions I have traveled beyond. Our time together in the Churning Mists left a lasting impression.
* If ever there came a time when I need no longer serve as Elder Seedseer, I should like very much to accompany you on another adventure.
* Regardless of what the future has in store, my present course is clear. So long as we Padjal serve as a bridge between man and elemental, Gridania can weather any storm.
* And so I will continue to walk hand in hand with my people and my patrons, along a path that we discover together.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Though the blasphemy is no more, there are still administrative matters to resolve. If it is not too much to ask, could you bring word of these recent events to our delegate in Radz-at-Han?
* It has been an honor and a pleasure, my friend. May the elementals watch over and keep you.

Gridanian Delegate:
* Welcome back. I pray you have brought glad tidings...
* Gleipnir is slain!? You've brought joy to me on an otherwise uneventful day. Of course, I had complete faith in your success, but had begun to worry ever so slightly when you did not return as quickly as I anticipated.
* I shall report your success to the envoys at once. If we have further need of you, I pray you will answer our call!

A Path Unveiled

2021-12-08T16:44:55Z

Telsak:

Going Underground

2021-12-08T13:07:36Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Going Underground
| image =
| description = Fourchenault's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip is being sorely tested.
| quest-giver = Fourchenault
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 11.3
| location-y = 6.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1797
| unlocks = lc Sharlayan Hamlet
| prev-quest = Outside Help
| next-quest = No Job Too Small
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak to Fourchenault outside the Archeion.
* Speak to Fourchenault again.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Hester.
* Speak with Fourchenault.
* Speak to Kokkol Dankkol
* Speak with Krile.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Fourchenault:
* As instructed, I shall take you to see the aetherburner.
* Meet me outside the Archeion. I trust you can make your own way there.

Alphinaud:
* So the ark is being built in Labyrinthos. Hardly surprising. Where else could they conceal such a massive undertaking...

Fourchenault:
* Our destination lies in the lower levels.
* The Forum, in its wisdom, has granted you access to the Archeion's lift.
* Step inside and have Ophilyne take you to the Medial Circuit.
* I have sent your associates ahead to Logistikon Alpha, on the other side of Meryall Agronomics.
* Actually...there is something I have been meaning to...
* ...No, never mind. It can wait. Let us attend to the matter at hand.

Alphinaud:
* We are to wait here while our father arranges for us to use the next lift.
* “Here” being Logistikon Alpha, where the atmospheric conditions of Labyrinthos are regulated.
* Water is drawn from underground and dispersed as vapor, stimulating the formation of artificial clouds and rain.
* By manipulating the temperature and air circulation, they are able to create the ideal environment for the growth and preservation of the biological samples kept here.

Alisaie:
* Hold on. How do you know so much about it?

Alphinaud:
* Why, Father brought me here as a child.

Alisaie:
* What!? And left me behind!?

Alphinaud:
* Actually, ''you're'' the one who left ''me'' behind, when you went off somewhere with Grandfather.
* The night before, I'd been asking Father how clouds are made, so he decided to show me. It was fascinating─I peppered him with questions the entire time.

Urianger:
* 'Tis all too easy to take for granted the many interweaving aspects of the natural world. To grow inured to the wondrous.
* But having gained an understanding of the complex mechanisms employed by the Loporrits in recreating a similar environment, I have come to view such processes in a new light.
* The subterranean gardens of Labyrinthos, the lunar prison forged to contain the ancient Zodiark, the habitations built for all mankind 'neath the moon's surface... Each unique, yet undeniably similar.

Fourchenault:
* 'Tis no mere coincidence.
* Ever since Hydaelyn unfolded to us the grim fate that awaits Etheirys, every essential resource we could spare has been delivered to Labyrinthos, in preparation for the great exodus. But that is not all...
* It is also a testing ground for the technologies that will allow us to settle on distant stars.
* Though the Loporrits have endeavored to make the moon inhabitable, that is not our final destination. Mankind must learn to propagate life where there is none, to thrive where all is barren.
* Alas, time is not on our side.
* I have arranged for you all to enter the Central Circuit. It is there that most of our preparations for the great exodus are carried out, the construction of the ark among them.
* Though our plans have been made public, access remains highly restricted. You, however, will not be subject to said restrictions, and will have free rein to come and go as you please. Such was the will of the Forum, after all.

Alphinaud:
* We will prove ourselves worthy of their trust. Your trust.

Fourchenault:
* Then let us proceed.

Hester:
* By decree of the Forum, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn are permitted to enter the Central Circuit.

Fourchenault:
* The aetherburner is being constructed not far from here.
* Overseeing the work is Kokkol Dankkol, after whom the forge is named.
* Once the necessary introductions have been made, I shall leave you with him to discuss the particulars. This way.
* This is the man we seek. Do try not to startle him...

Kokkol Dankkol:
* I could swap 'em out... No─been there, done that, damn near lost me eyebrows...
* Think, Kokkol, think! We'd be well on our way to paradise, visionaries pattin' themselves on the backs for their grand accomplishments if you'd only think!

Fourchenault:
* Yes... That does sound rather lovely...

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Gyaaah! ...I mean, Master Fourchenault, what a pleasant surprise! We're not blastin' off already, are we!?

Fourchenault:
* The schedule remains unchanged. For better or worse...
* Which is why the Forum has elected to accept assistance in resolving the aetherburner conundrum.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Huh. Not seen you lot down here before.

Fourchenault:
* There are Archons among their number, but engineering is not their expertise. Nevertheless, the Forum concedes the slim possibility that they may have insights to offer. If not, you are at liberty to return them to the surface...by whatever means you see fit.

Alphinaud:
* I assure you that won't be necessary. Now, about your troubles with the aetherburner...?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Aye, aye, I'll walk you through it. S'pose I could do with a change of pace.
* As the name ought to tell you, the aetherburner “burns” aether─ambient or otherwise─and transforms it into motive force. Think of it like a giant bomb that never stops explodin'.
* Even out in that black void where the aether's right sparse, it's strong enough to move our ark. And it probably won't kill you like an actual bomb!
* ...But it ain't perfect.
* Accordin' to my calculations, to travel to the moon and back fast enough for the Forum's likin', the conversion rate needs to be six percent more efficient.
* “A measly six percent,” you say, but if I could've squeezed even another “point six” out of it, don't you think I'd've built it that way in the first place!?

Urianger:
* Hast thou consulted with the Loporrits?

Fourchenault:
* Yes. They too are conducting their own research, for lack of a ready answer.
* The moon's propulsion systems are considerable, naturally, yet they are commensurately massive.
* It is no easy feat to convert their technology into an efficient means of propulsion for a “teeny-tiny toy boat,” as they say─and as I most certainly do not.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Yes, exactly! Damn it all, I ask for refined adamantite and they send me uppity rabbits with inscrutable, ancient, incompatible technology... You tryin' to drive me mad?

G'raha Tia:
* Do you speak of Allagan-refined adamantite, perchance?

Y'shtola:
* You know of it?

G'raha Tia:
* Only in the most general terms, I'm afraid. 'Twas an alloy of Allagan make, but the secrets of its production were closely guarded.
* As I recall, the records stated it was vital to Dalamud's construction and launch.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Aye, that's the stuff! No material more conductive far as I know. Slottin' some in's like blowing up a dam and watching the river of aether come rushing through!
* Ain't a living soul that knows how to make it, though.
* We were fortunate enough to salvage some for the aetherburner─just a wee bit, mind─from a chunk of Dalamud that came hurtlin' into the Northern Empty during the Calamity.
* With more...well, that extra six percent efficiency would be child's play. It's a cryin' shame that we've no other sources.

Alisaie:
* Surely the many shards of Dalamud scattered throughout Eorzea would suffice. Why not get the refined adamantite from them?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Oh we tried, believe you me. But only a few specialized pieces would've had any in 'em to begin with.
* Drive cores from Ragnarok-class internment hulks─those are the prize bits we really need.
* But accordin' to the gleaners, gettin' to 'em means delvin' deep into the shards─and the defenses are still very operational and very eager to blow 'em up.
* It's rough goin' in there, even for the cream. Not sure they'd make it out alive...

Alisaie:
* ...Weren't we near that part of the Ragnarok when we went to destroy Bahamut?

'''''"You want me to go and fetch the wotsits?"'''''

Alisaie:
* That may be for the best...though you'd doubtless find the task too dull for your liking.

Alphinaud:
* Hmm... There are multiple internment hulks in Eorzea alone, so handling this ourselves may not be the most efficient option.
* Rather, if we could salvage adamantite from the shards simultaneously...
* Thancred, is the linkshell we established before you went to Garlemald still active?

Thancred:
* Of course. The floor is yours.

Fourchenault:
* What's all this?

Alphinaud:
* Gathering firewood, so to speak. We alone can accomplish little, but joined by others, we may yet build a bonfire to carry us heavensward.
* This is Alphinaud. The Scions have need of you.

Lucia:
* Understood. I will contact the Lord Commander and dispatch our finest at once.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* My sisters are somewhat preoccupied with the Final Days─so I will lead the Twelveswood expedition myself.

Y'shtola:
* Are you aware of any other sources of refined adamantite?

G'raha Tia:
* Logically, such an invaluable alloy would have been utilized solely where absolutely necessary─in components intended to conduct or collect surpassing amounts of aether.
* Any extant instrumentation or devices would have likely found their way into the hands of aetherologists or...enthusiasts.

Cirina:
* Magical artifacts of Allagan design? The Eastern alliance will send word to one and all.
* Are there other ways we may offer aid? No shards of the lesser moon scar our soil, but our stake in this cause is no less for it...

Alphinaud:
* Is there anything in Othard that might be of use to you?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Othard, you say!? You've got friends in far places, lad!
* Anyroad, if you're offerin', I wouldn't say “no” to one of those Far Eastern sacred relics.
* Some of them can hold enough aether to summon a whole damn primal. Combine a source like that with the aetherburner and three...two...one...kaboom!

Alphinaud:
* ...I gather you heard his explosive enthusiasm. Might you secure us a suitable relic?

Cirina:
* It shall be done! I know little of machines, but I promise we will do our utmost to gather the materials you need to finish your starship.
* I am glad for the work, in truth. Better to busy oneself than wait and fret over disasters foretold.

Sicard:
* Then why're we all still standin' about yappin'? There's plunder for the takin'─an' I'm a born plunderer!
* I'll be in Ol' Sharlayan before you know it. Start mixing the grog!

Alphinaud:
* I'm certain that can be arranged. Thank you all─and do be careful.

Alisaie:
* Just like that!

Alphinaud:
* Aye, just like that, our refined adamantite is on its way.
* Now let us consider our next steps, shall we? There's yet much to be done.

Krile:
* It's times like these we're reminded of how famous─or infamous─Alphinaud has become. Who'd have thought he could achieve so much with a single linkpearl conversation!
* As we're expecting rather a lot of visitors in the near future, I'd best return to the surface and inform the relevant parties.
* I also have a contact of my own that might be worth a try...

Alphinaud:
* Oh? And who might that be?

Krile:
* That's for me to know and you to find out!
* And on that note, I leave matters here in your capable hands. Best of luck!

Nanamo Ul Namo:
* ...Our course of action is clear. We must harvest refined adamantite from the shards of Dalamud, and procure arcane relics of Allagan make.
* Summon the best and brightest of our Immortal Flames, and form an expeditionary party at once! Call upon the Sultansworn and Brass Blades for support as you must.
* Papashan, send word to the guilds. We will require the expertise of master artisans if we are to have any hope of identifying and recovering these elusive materials.
* Fyrgeiss, we have need of your Stone Torches.
* They are to assist the Immortal Flames in scouring the ruins, and to help secure the surrounding areas. I trust I can count on your support?

Fyrgeiss:
* As commander of the Stone Torches, my son Zimberk will personally see it done.

Nanamo Ul Namo:
* Pipin. I would have you lead the raiding party. Assemble your finest, and with Tizona's blade clear the way.
* Lord Lolorito, I pray you take charge of the search for Allagan relics. Surely you know of some being traded on open or clandestine markets, or sleeping in collectors' vaults.
* Of course, I ask not that you do this out of the kindness of your heart. By all means, profit on the transactions. I wish you the joy of it.
* The Final Days descend upon our world. If circumstances are truly as dire as they say, Ul'dah's best efforts may be for naught.
* And yet, when we Eorzeans rose from the ashes to rebuild our broken realm, did we not learn one simple truth?
* That which seems all but impossible to overcome alone, may yet be possible if we stand together.
* It was the Scions who united us then, and it is the Scions who call upon us now.
* Ul'dah will answer that call. We will summon our courage, and join the fight for our world's future.
* You know your duties! I, Nanamo Ul Namo, seventeenth in the line of Ul, bid you good luck and godsspeed!

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* We've fielded a goodly number, but our ranks are heavy with healers. And an abundance of restorative magicks will be of little help in destroying Dalamud's defenses.
* Still, it has ever been thus with Gridania. We must steel ourselves for a protracted engagement...

???:
* In that case, might I suggest taking us along?

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* Commander Hext!? What are you doing here?

Lyse:
* None of the shards in Gyr Abania are big enough to hold an internment hulk.
* So we said to ourselves─why not lend our neighbors a hand? We thought you might be short on people with a talent for breaking things.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* While it pains me to admit it...you are right. Are our deficiencies so plain to see?

Lyse:
* It might've been a lifetime ago, but I was once one of the Scions assigned to the Shroud.
Lyse: I know this forest well. I know your people. And I know we will be stronger if we fight this fight together.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* Then I will impose upon you with a clear conscience. Come, let us speak of how to integrate our forces.

Lyse:
* I won't let it all be for nothing. I promise you, Papalymo...

Emmanellain:
* There...there you are!
* We've no time to waste, Brother! Everyone has already... Ah.
* That...that was a roar. A dragon's roar!

Hancock:
* ...And so, in summation, the Eastern alliance, as well as the honorable Lord Lolorito himself, reached out to me for assistance in procuring these treasures of the divine─and I, in turn, do beseech the Confederacy for aid.
* Hm? Is that...?

Soroban:
* Hancock? What a surprise this is!
* And a fortuitous one at that. I have a favor to ask, you see...

Going Underground

2021-12-08T13:07:10Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Going Underground
| image =
| description = Fourchenault's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip is being sorely tested.
| quest-giver = Fourchenault
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 11.3
| location-y = 6.5
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1797
| unlocks = lc Sharlayan Hamlet
| prev-quest = Outside Help
| next-quest = No Job Too Small
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak to Fourchenault outside the Archeion.
* Speak to Fourchenault again.
* Speak with Alphinaud.
* Speak with Hester.
* Speak with Fourchenault.
* Speak to Kokkol Dankkol
* Speak with Krile.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Fourchenault:
* As instructed, I shall take you to see the aetherburner.
* Meet me outside the Archeion. I trust you can make your own way there.

Alphinaud:
* So the ark is being built in Labyrinthos. Hardly surprising. Where else could they conceal such a massive undertaking...

Fourchenault:
* Our destination lies in the lower levels.
* The Forum, in its wisdom, has granted you access to the Archeion's lift.
* Step inside and have Ophilyne take you to the Medial Circuit.
* I have sent your associates ahead to Logistikon Alpha, on the other side of Meryall Agronomics.
* Actually...there is something I have been meaning to...
* ...No, never mind. It can wait. Let us attend to the matter at hand.

Alphinaud:
* We are to wait here while our father arranges for us to use the next lift.
* “Here” being Logistikon Alpha, where the atmospheric conditions of Labyrinthos are regulated.
* Water is drawn from underground and dispersed as vapor, stimulating the formation of artificial clouds and rain.
* By manipulating the temperature and air circulation, they are able to create the ideal environment for the growth and preservation of the biological samples kept here.

Alisaie:
* Hold on. How do you know so much about it?

Alphinaud:
* Why, Father brought me here as a child.

Alisaie:
* What!? And left me behind!?

Alphinaud:
* Actually, '''you're''' the one who left '''me''' behind, when you went off somewhere with Grandfather.
* The night before, I'd been asking Father how clouds are made, so he decided to show me. It was fascinating─I peppered him with questions the entire time.

Urianger:
* 'Tis all too easy to take for granted the many interweaving aspects of the natural world. To grow inured to the wondrous.
* But having gained an understanding of the complex mechanisms employed by the Loporrits in recreating a similar environment, I have come to view such processes in a new light.
* The subterranean gardens of Labyrinthos, the lunar prison forged to contain the ancient Zodiark, the habitations built for all mankind 'neath the moon's surface... Each unique, yet undeniably similar.

Fourchenault:
* 'Tis no mere coincidence.
* Ever since Hydaelyn unfolded to us the grim fate that awaits Etheirys, every essential resource we could spare has been delivered to Labyrinthos, in preparation for the great exodus. But that is not all...
* It is also a testing ground for the technologies that will allow us to settle on distant stars.
* Though the Loporrits have endeavored to make the moon inhabitable, that is not our final destination. Mankind must learn to propagate life where there is none, to thrive where all is barren.
* Alas, time is not on our side.
* I have arranged for you all to enter the Central Circuit. It is there that most of our preparations for the great exodus are carried out, the construction of the ark among them.
* Though our plans have been made public, access remains highly restricted. You, however, will not be subject to said restrictions, and will have free rein to come and go as you please. Such was the will of the Forum, after all.

Alphinaud:
* We will prove ourselves worthy of their trust. Your trust.

Fourchenault:
* Then let us proceed.

Hester:
* By decree of the Forum, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn are permitted to enter the Central Circuit.

Fourchenault:
* The aetherburner is being constructed not far from here.
* Overseeing the work is Kokkol Dankkol, after whom the forge is named.
* Once the necessary introductions have been made, I shall leave you with him to discuss the particulars. This way.
* This is the man we seek. Do try not to startle him...

Kokkol Dankkol:
* I could swap 'em out... No─been there, done that, damn near lost me eyebrows...
* Think, Kokkol, think! We'd be well on our way to paradise, visionaries pattin' themselves on the backs for their grand accomplishments if you'd only think!

Fourchenault:
* Yes... That does sound rather lovely...

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Gyaaah! ...I mean, Master Fourchenault, what a pleasant surprise! We're not blastin' off already, are we!?

Fourchenault:
* The schedule remains unchanged. For better or worse...
* Which is why the Forum has elected to accept assistance in resolving the aetherburner conundrum.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Huh. Not seen you lot down here before.

Fourchenault:
* There are Archons among their number, but engineering is not their expertise. Nevertheless, the Forum concedes the slim possibility that they may have insights to offer. If not, you are at liberty to return them to the surface...by whatever means you see fit.

Alphinaud:
* I assure you that won't be necessary. Now, about your troubles with the aetherburner...?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Aye, aye, I'll walk you through it. S'pose I could do with a change of pace.
* As the name ought to tell you, the aetherburner “burns” aether─ambient or otherwise─and transforms it into motive force. Think of it like a giant bomb that never stops explodin'.
* Even out in that black void where the aether's right sparse, it's strong enough to move our ark. And it probably won't kill you like an actual bomb!
* ...But it ain't perfect.
* Accordin' to my calculations, to travel to the moon and back fast enough for the Forum's likin', the conversion rate needs to be six percent more efficient.
* “A measly six percent,” you say, but if I could've squeezed even another “point six” out of it, don't you think I'd've built it that way in the first place!?

Urianger:
* Hast thou consulted with the Loporrits?

Fourchenault:
* Yes. They too are conducting their own research, for lack of a ready answer.
* The moon's propulsion systems are considerable, naturally, yet they are commensurately massive.
* It is no easy feat to convert their technology into an efficient means of propulsion for a “teeny-tiny toy boat,” as they say─and as I most certainly do not.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Yes, exactly! Damn it all, I ask for refined adamantite and they send me uppity rabbits with inscrutable, ancient, incompatible technology... You tryin' to drive me mad?

G'raha Tia:
* Do you speak of Allagan-refined adamantite, perchance?

Y'shtola:
* You know of it?

G'raha Tia:
* Only in the most general terms, I'm afraid. 'Twas an alloy of Allagan make, but the secrets of its production were closely guarded.
* As I recall, the records stated it was vital to Dalamud's construction and launch.

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Aye, that's the stuff! No material more conductive far as I know. Slottin' some in's like blowing up a dam and watching the river of aether come rushing through!
* Ain't a living soul that knows how to make it, though.
* We were fortunate enough to salvage some for the aetherburner─just a wee bit, mind─from a chunk of Dalamud that came hurtlin' into the Northern Empty during the Calamity.
* With more...well, that extra six percent efficiency would be child's play. It's a cryin' shame that we've no other sources.

Alisaie:
* Surely the many shards of Dalamud scattered throughout Eorzea would suffice. Why not get the refined adamantite from them?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Oh we tried, believe you me. But only a few specialized pieces would've had any in 'em to begin with.
* Drive cores from Ragnarok-class internment hulks─those are the prize bits we really need.
* But accordin' to the gleaners, gettin' to 'em means delvin' deep into the shards─and the defenses are still very operational and very eager to blow 'em up.
* It's rough goin' in there, even for the cream. Not sure they'd make it out alive...

Alisaie:
* ...Weren't we near that part of the Ragnarok when we went to destroy Bahamut?

'''''"You want me to go and fetch the wotsits?"'''''

Alisaie:
* That may be for the best...though you'd doubtless find the task too dull for your liking.

Alphinaud:
* Hmm... There are multiple internment hulks in Eorzea alone, so handling this ourselves may not be the most efficient option.
* Rather, if we could salvage adamantite from the shards simultaneously...
* Thancred, is the linkshell we established before you went to Garlemald still active?

Thancred:
* Of course. The floor is yours.

Fourchenault:
* What's all this?

Alphinaud:
* Gathering firewood, so to speak. We alone can accomplish little, but joined by others, we may yet build a bonfire to carry us heavensward.
* This is Alphinaud. The Scions have need of you.

Lucia:
* Understood. I will contact the Lord Commander and dispatch our finest at once.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* My sisters are somewhat preoccupied with the Final Days─so I will lead the Twelveswood expedition myself.

Y'shtola:
* Are you aware of any other sources of refined adamantite?

G'raha Tia:
* Logically, such an invaluable alloy would have been utilized solely where absolutely necessary─in components intended to conduct or collect surpassing amounts of aether.
* Any extant instrumentation or devices would have likely found their way into the hands of aetherologists or...enthusiasts.

Cirina:
* Magical artifacts of Allagan design? The Eastern alliance will send word to one and all.
* Are there other ways we may offer aid? No shards of the lesser moon scar our soil, but our stake in this cause is no less for it...

Alphinaud:
* Is there anything in Othard that might be of use to you?

Kokkol Dankkol:
* Othard, you say!? You've got friends in far places, lad!
* Anyroad, if you're offerin', I wouldn't say “no” to one of those Far Eastern sacred relics.
* Some of them can hold enough aether to summon a whole damn primal. Combine a source like that with the aetherburner and three...two...one...kaboom!

Alphinaud:
* ...I gather you heard his explosive enthusiasm. Might you secure us a suitable relic?

Cirina:
* It shall be done! I know little of machines, but I promise we will do our utmost to gather the materials you need to finish your starship.
* I am glad for the work, in truth. Better to busy oneself than wait and fret over disasters foretold.

Sicard:
* Then why're we all still standin' about yappin'? There's plunder for the takin'─an' I'm a born plunderer!
* I'll be in Ol' Sharlayan before you know it. Start mixing the grog!

Alphinaud:
* I'm certain that can be arranged. Thank you all─and do be careful.

Alisaie:
* Just like that!

Alphinaud:
* Aye, just like that, our refined adamantite is on its way.
* Now let us consider our next steps, shall we? There's yet much to be done.

Krile:
* It's times like these we're reminded of how famous─or infamous─Alphinaud has become. Who'd have thought he could achieve so much with a single linkpearl conversation!
* As we're expecting rather a lot of visitors in the near future, I'd best return to the surface and inform the relevant parties.
* I also have a contact of my own that might be worth a try...

Alphinaud:
* Oh? And who might that be?

Krile:
* That's for me to know and you to find out!
* And on that note, I leave matters here in your capable hands. Best of luck!

Nanamo Ul Namo:
* ...Our course of action is clear. We must harvest refined adamantite from the shards of Dalamud, and procure arcane relics of Allagan make.
* Summon the best and brightest of our Immortal Flames, and form an expeditionary party at once! Call upon the Sultansworn and Brass Blades for support as you must.
* Papashan, send word to the guilds. We will require the expertise of master artisans if we are to have any hope of identifying and recovering these elusive materials.
* Fyrgeiss, we have need of your Stone Torches.
* They are to assist the Immortal Flames in scouring the ruins, and to help secure the surrounding areas. I trust I can count on your support?

Fyrgeiss:
* As commander of the Stone Torches, my son Zimberk will personally see it done.

Nanamo Ul Namo:
* Pipin. I would have you lead the raiding party. Assemble your finest, and with Tizona's blade clear the way.
* Lord Lolorito, I pray you take charge of the search for Allagan relics. Surely you know of some being traded on open or clandestine markets, or sleeping in collectors' vaults.
* Of course, I ask not that you do this out of the kindness of your heart. By all means, profit on the transactions. I wish you the joy of it.
* The Final Days descend upon our world. If circumstances are truly as dire as they say, Ul'dah's best efforts may be for naught.
* And yet, when we Eorzeans rose from the ashes to rebuild our broken realm, did we not learn one simple truth?
* That which seems all but impossible to overcome alone, may yet be possible if we stand together.
* It was the Scions who united us then, and it is the Scions who call upon us now.
* Ul'dah will answer that call. We will summon our courage, and join the fight for our world's future.
* You know your duties! I, Nanamo Ul Namo, seventeenth in the line of Ul, bid you good luck and godsspeed!

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* We've fielded a goodly number, but our ranks are heavy with healers. And an abundance of restorative magicks will be of little help in destroying Dalamud's defenses.
* Still, it has ever been thus with Gridania. We must steel ourselves for a protracted engagement...

???:
* In that case, might I suggest taking us along?

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* Commander Hext!? What are you doing here?

Lyse:
* None of the shards in Gyr Abania are big enough to hold an internment hulk.
* So we said to ourselves─why not lend our neighbors a hand? We thought you might be short on people with a talent for breaking things.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* While it pains me to admit it...you are right. Are our deficiencies so plain to see?

Lyse:
* It might've been a lifetime ago, but I was once one of the Scions assigned to the Shroud.
Lyse: I know this forest well. I know your people. And I know we will be stronger if we fight this fight together.

A-Ruhn-Senna:
* Then I will impose upon you with a clear conscience. Come, let us speak of how to integrate our forces.

Lyse:
* I won't let it all be for nothing. I promise you, Papalymo...

Emmanellain:
* There...there you are!
* We've no time to waste, Brother! Everyone has already... Ah.
* That...that was a roar. A dragon's roar!

Hancock:
* ...And so, in summation, the Eastern alliance, as well as the honorable Lord Lolorito himself, reached out to me for assistance in procuring these treasures of the divine─and I, in turn, do beseech the Confederacy for aid.
* Hm? Is that...?

Soroban:
* Hancock? What a surprise this is!
* And a fortuitous one at that. I have a favor to ask, you see...

Hearts True

2021-12-08T12:07:25Z

Telsak: /* Journal */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Hearts True
| description = The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents is on the lookout for poms in the distance..
| image =
| quest-giver = Keeper of the Entwined Serpents
| location = New Gridania
| location-x = 9.8
| location-y = 11.3
| type = role
| quest-line = Endwalker Role Quests
| level = 89
| exp = 508200
| gil = 1000
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Pact Proven
| next-quest = A Path Unveiled
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
==Steps==
* Investigate the corruption at Greentear and slay any monsters that appear.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Investigate the corruption in Silent Arbor and slay any monsters that appear.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna at Hyrstmill.
* Speak with Kan-E-Senna in Everschade.
* Speak with the Keeper of the Entwined Serpents.

==Journal==
* Mere moments after your arrival, the moogles come bearing only the finest saplings for use in the purification of the Twelveswood. Before you depart, however, Kan-E-Senna joins you at the Adders' Nest, looking as vibrant as ever, and offers to consecrate each sapling with a prayer as Jorin did long, long ago. She senses that the flow of aether has become warped near Greentear, and so it is decided that it will be your first destination.
* Having cleansed the corruption, the soil is ready to receive the sapling. Kan-E-Senna awaits your signal to finish the ceremony.
* The Elder Seedseer plants the sapling in the purified soil and offers a prayer to the elementals. The ceremony seems to have been successful, but your work is far from finished. Kan-E-Senna senses another taint near the Silent Arbor, and bids you follow.
* You cleanse the corruption and fell the corrupted sprite with ease. Kan-E-Senna may now proceed with the ceremony.
* With a sapling and a prayer, the Elder Seedseer once again restores a weakened portion of the forest to good health. Although the next source of corruption is distant, Kan-E senses that it is somewhere in the vicinity of Hyrstmill.
* The corruption in Hyrstmill is faint, and the ceremony is carried out quickly and without incident. Before you leave, however, you are approached by a man who is surprised to see the Elder Seedseer in his village, and distressed to learn her purpose in coming there. He protests her efforts to placate the elementals at the expense of her people, as he perceives it. As Kan-E-Senna attempts to calm him, she learns that they suffered tragedy in the days preceding Gleipnir's appearance, when the Creeping Death claimed the life of a poor woman - the wife of a man she soon realizes is Ea-Sura-Supin, her childhood friend who was stripped of his Padjal horns and cast out many years ago. The nature of Gleipnir's apparent hostility towards the elementals becomes clear: the blasphemy is driven by the lingering resentment of one who grew to believe he had been twice robbed of purpose by the guardians of the Twelveswood. More resolved than ever to see this crisis resolved, the Elder Seedseer makes for Everschade, where the great one slumbers, to beseech its aid.
* Kan-E-Senna delivers an earnest plea to the great one, which takes hold of her body to communicate its reply. While it is grateful for your efforts to cleanse the Twelveswood of corruption, the elementals still fear the blasphemy's poison, and are reticent to lend their strength. The Keeper of the Entwined Serpents protests, and is joined a moment later by a chorus of other voices - people come from all across Gridania to lend their support to their leader. Moved by this display, the great one relents and offers up branches of the Guardian Tree, instructing those present to attach them to the oldest trees in the forest. By doing so will the great one be able to channel its power to every corner of the woods, purging once and for all the corruption from their home. The end of Gridanias's great ordeal draws near, and the Elder Seedseer returns to the city to prepare.
* Kan-E-Senna's attendant informs you that the people ore hard at work bearing the Guardian Tree's many branches to the far reaches of the Twelveswood, in preparation for the final ceremony the Elder Seedseer must perform. The Keeper bids you make ready for an encounter with Gleipnir as well, for the beast will surely attempt to interfere with your plans, and when it does, you must be there to meet it.

==Walkthrough==
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==Dialogue==
Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Gleipnir has not been seen since our last encounter. This brief respite may be our best chance to quell the great one's terror.

Pukwa Pika:
* Make way for the saplings, kupo!
* We've had plenty of practice cultivating our gardens, so selecting the most robust ones was a simple matter!
* That was the hardest work, so you can help us with the easy part. If you see a spot of corruption, cleanse the taint and plant the sapling in its place, kupo.
* Do it enough times and the great one is sure to understand that we're doing all we can to heal the forest, which ought to brighten its mood.
* We'll see to the East Shroud. You should have no trouble taking care of the rest, kupo.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Your efforts are much appreciated! We will begin without further delay.

Kan-E-Senna:
* I trust you will not object to my company? I daresay healing the forest is one task for which I am more qualified than most.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Elder Seedseer! Are you well enough to leave the city?

Kan-E-Senna:
* I should like to think I have been for some time. In any event, E-Sumi has finally grown tired of my objections and ceased his attempts to detain me further.
* Allow me to be the one to consecrate these saplings. 'Twould be an honor to offer words of thanks to the forest for its bounty.

Pukwa Pika:
* Please do, kupo! A prayer from the Elder Seedseer herself will surely hasten their growth from tiny sapling to towering tree!

Kan-E-Senna:
* Such is my hope. As Jorin did before me, I shall approach the great one in friendship, that it might see through the veil of fear that blinds it and remember our covenant.
* Let us begin by cleansing all traces of corruption in the Central Shroud.
* To Greentear─I sense that the flow of aether has become warped there.

Pukwa Pika:
* Impressive, kupo! Not even my keen eyes could spot corruption from such a distance.

Kan-E-Senna:
* It is but one of many talents I owe to the elementals. Well then, shall we be on our way?

Kan-E-Senna:
* In gratitude for your boundless blessings do I offer this gift. May it nourish you as you nourish us...
* At last, the earth is cleansed. There is a settlement not far from here. We should tell them of this sapling─bid them watch over and keep it safe from harm.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Of course, Elder Seedseer. I shall relay your words forthwith. It will give the people hope to know that they can aid in the restoration of the Twelveswood.

Kan-E-Senna:
* Thank you. And now we must go...
* ...To Silent Arbor. There something foul impedes the flow of aether. Let us hurry.
* The injury has begun to heal, and our next destination lies...to the north.
* Near...Hyrstmill, I believe. 'Tis faint, for we are far from the source. Nevertheless, I am certain it is there. Come.
* 'Tis fortunate that the corruption here is faint. A simple prayer should suffice to cleanse this soil, after which we may plant the sapling.
* I sense no other disruptions in the aetheric flow, which leads me to believe that the moogles have already seen to the remainder. Indeed, the Twelveswood sighs with a contentment I have not felt in a long while.
* But will it serve to placate the great one I cannot say. Not until we visit the Guardian Tree...

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* Excuse me, but...you're the Elder Seedseer, aren't you? What brings you all the way to our village?

Kan-E-Senna:
* Corruption that had upset the balance of aether, but that we have since cleansed with prayer and saplings. Thus has the Twelveswood reclaimed a measure of peace.

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* You've...you've been planting trees?

Kan-E-Senna:
* We have. The elementals have suffered much of late, and with these offerings we endeavor to raise their spirits.

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* E...Elder Seedseer, I've got to protest! What of your people's spirits─we who dread every step we must take out of doors!?
* That terrible monster is still out there, preying upon innocent folk without rhyme or reason! And if it doesn't strike us dead where we stand, its poison will finish the job...

Kan-E-Senna:
* I know that you are afraid. That you and yours suffer still. However, 'tis under the auspices of the elementals that we may call the Twelveswood home, and they too cry out for deliverance. Even the great one quakes with fear for the blasphemy's continued existence.
* To ignore their plight is to invite greater tragedy for us all. Rest assured, however, that I have not forgotten the needs of the people.
* We bring comfort to the elementals and renew our sacred ties that we might enlist the aid of the great one in combating Gleipnir and the suffocating despair it spreads. And so I pray you continue to put your faith in our guardians─and in me.

Hyrstmill Foreman:
* Would that we could, Elder Seedseer, but we've been dealing with death and sickness since before Gleipnir's coming.
* They say the Creeping Death's nothing to fear these days, but we know better. One of ours caught it not long ago. We gave her the cure─had plenty on hand─and for a while we thought it would be all right...but by the time we realized it hadn't done a damn thing, it was too late to call for a conjurer...
* It was a sad day for all of us when she passed, but for none more so than her poor husband, Supin...

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* He was beside himself with grief─and who could blame him? And then came Gleipnir to compound our woes...

Kan-E-Senna:
* Supin...? It cannot be... Do you speak of Ea-Sura-Supin?

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* Ea-Sura? No, no. Supin was an odd one, but no one'd mistake him for a Padjal. Supin wasn't even his real name─that'd be Elenjya. But his wife was fond of calling him Supin for some reason, and it caught on with the rest of us.

Kan-E-Senna:
* I see... And what did Elenjya look like?

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* Well...I'd say he'd seen no more than thirty summers. Kept to himself, came and went with nary a word at times─though after he met his beloved, he became more of a fixture. Friendly, even.
* His wife was a sickly lass, but she had spirit. But spirit's not enough to beat the Creeping Death. Pity we couldn't do anything for her.

Kan-E-Senna:
* He had finally made a new life for himself here... Thank you for recounting Elenjya's story. Sad though it was, it has helped me to better understand how much you all have suffered.
* I promise that you will have cause to celebrate soon. Until then, I implore you again to place your faith in the elementals, and in me. Together we shall overcome this crisis.
* Despite what he said, I am certain this Elenjya was Ea-Sura-Supin. To think that he was living so close by for all those years. Searching for new purpose...and finding true love...
* Only to be robbed of that fulfillment too...
* Were he still a Padjal, empowered by the elementals, could he have saved her? He would've dwelt on the question, night after sleepless night. I know I would have.
* Mayhap in the end he came to blame the elementals for his helplessness. For her death... And in despair was consumed.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Aye... The animosity would linger. Endure. And in vengeance would Gleipnir find its final purpose.

Kan-E-Senna:
* ...We have done all we can to show the great one the purity of our intent. Let us hope that we will be accepted as friends.
* Our supplications cannot have escaped the great one's notice. May it be enough to receive an audience...
* O great one, may I abide ever beneath your boughs, embraced by your compassion, grace, and wisdom. Bestill the fear within your heart, and know that I am your faithful servant...

The Great One:
* All feeling...
* Passing corruption... Refreshed... Renewed green... Flesh restored...
* Child of child... Covenant honored... Friend... Friendship... Peace...

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* It worked─the great one speaks through the Elder Seedseer!
* We were right to follow Jorin's example...

'''''"The corruption is but one aspect of a greater threat."'''''

The Great One:
* Profanity's spawn... Despair's orphan... Sadness and anger... Sadness... Death's prayer... One and all...
* Poison potent... Wounds unmending... Withering bark... No strength...to share...

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* After all we have done, you deny us? After all the Elder Seedseer has endured!? She has pledged herself to you─devoted her life to the Twelveswood!
* The people cried out for salvation, and she answered! The elementals cried out for deliverance, and she answered!
* Only you can help us now. If you do not, then we are lost. She is lost. Please, I beg you!

???:
* We beg you!

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* What...what are you doing here?

Perturbed Man:
* We've been dependin' on the Seedseers all our lives, blamin' them whenever somethin' goes wrong, without ever considerin' what we might do ourselves.

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* Aye, but no longer. The Elder Seedseer has gone to incredible lengths for her people, and so her people have come to return the favor. If her plea alone is not convincing enough, then we will raise our voices in support!

Wood Wailer:
* We couldn't let them make the journey without protection. That, and we couldn't let them put us to shame. We too have come to stand with the Elder Seedseer and beseech the great one for aid!

Anxious Woman:
* We all want the same thing, don't we? Peace restored to the forest...so please─share what you can, however little! Do not forsake us! Do not forsake her!

The Great One:
* Kan-E... Covenant's child... Walks with man...with elemental... Keeper of ancient faith... Unbroken...
* Cannot... Will not...break faith... To man...render up...flesh...

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* Then you...agree to help us?

The Great One:
* Flesh...branches... Take and join...to oldest elders... Renew bond... As one stir...
* Raise up...to heavens...covenant's symbol... Our staff... All join... All bloom... All peace...

Kan-E-Senna:
* My...my duty weighed heavy on my heart. So heavy that at times I scarce remembered to breathe. For days and nights I worried that I would be found wanting.
* But by your faith and trust has the path forward been revealed to us. You came hither, united in purpose, and bared your hearts before the great one. I─nay, Gridania─is forever in your debt.
* May I rely on you all once more? I bid you take these branches to every corner of the Twelveswood and join them to the eldest trees, that we might finally win free of this despair.

Hyrstmill Woodcutter:
* It shall be done, Elder Seedseer. We swear it!

Kan-E-Senna:
* Once the trees have been bound together in spirit, I shall carry out the great one's final instruction and cast its cleansing power all across the Twelveswood. Yet I must remind you, my friends, that Gleipnir still stalks the forest. It will not remain idle─it will attempt to stop us. Go with hope in your hearts, but do not lose sight of the danger.

Keeper of the Entwined Serpents:
* I admit, for a moment I thought it wouldn't work. But the Elder Seedseer moved not only the hearts of the people, but that of the forest itself.
* Her final task appears to be a bit more complicated than the great one made it sound, and so she must scour the ancient texts before the time comes, and consult with the Seedseer Council to make sure all goes according to plan.
* It's just as well. We still need to wait until the others have joined the great one's branches to the many ancient trees scattered throughout the Twelveswood.
* Then, of course, there is the matter of Gleipnir. He will not go peacefully as we work to hasten his demise.
* When he comes, we must be ready...

Outside Help

2021-12-08T11:54:51Z

Telsak: /* Dialogue */

{{Quest infobox
| title = Outside Help
| image =
| description = Lucia is taking stock of the present situation.
| quest-giver = Lucia
| location = Garlemald
| location-x = 13.4
| location-y = 29.8
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
| level = 88
| exp = 501,600
| gil = 1159
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = As the Heavens Burn
| next-quest = Going Underground
| release = Endwalker
| patch = 6.0
}}
__NOTOC__
==Steps==
* Speak with Urianger.
* Return to the main hall of the Baldesion Annex.
* Speak with the Rostra steward.
* Wait at the specified location.
* Speak with Alphinaud.

==Journal==

==Walkthrough==

==Dialogue==
Lucia:
* No major injuries then. Good.
* I briefed the recovered soldiers and sent them on their way as quickly as I could, but nevertheless feared they would not make it in time.

Alphinaud:
* The additional support was invaluable. Your men saved more than a few lives.
* ...Though not all, I regret to say.

Fourchenault:
* I take it that I am addressing Lucia Junius? I am the Forum's envoy, Fourchenault Leveilleur.
* And you are owed an explanation for these most dire developments.

Lucia:
* Another trial wrought by the Final Days... I was beginning to suspect as much.
* You doubtless feel some consternation having been forced to abandon your original plan─but trust me when I say you were right to send the refugees elsewhere.
* Beasts have been sighted within the capital. Perhaps it was a stroke of grim fortune that the population was decimated beforehand, as they've yet to appear in any great number, but in time...
* In any case, Maxima leads the remainder of the contingent in an effort to cull the creatures and evacuate the populace as we speak.
* Once the airships have taken to the skies, I pray your men can be persuaded to join him.

Jullus:
* You'll permit us to retain our weapons?

Lucia:
* I wouldn't have sent you after the Scions were I expecting you to stab them in the back.

Alphinaud:
* And I, for one, would not consider past transgressions more relevant than future contributions.
* Regardless of the circumstances that saw us at odds before, we need men of courage now. More than ever.

Jullus:
* We swore to defend Garlemald. And so we shall.

Fourchenault:
* It seems you have everything under control. You will excuse me, then, for mine own duties await.

Alphinaud:
* A moment, Master Fourchenault.
* You did desire to express your appreciation for services rendered, did you not?

Fourchenault:
* I did... Though if you intend to again ask that Sharlayan alter its course, you will find my gratitude insufficient.

Alphinaud:
* 'Tis nothing so onerous.
* I wish to hear the details of this grand endeavor of yours.

Fourchenault:
* Do you swear to listen and to learn, and not to embark upon some scheme to impede us?

Alphinaud:
* I swear.

Fourchenault:
* ...Hmph. Any other I would doubt, but you I trust to keep your word. For not once have you broken it.
* Very well. I will request that the Forum make you privy to our plans. You may await our summons at the Baldesion Annex─assuming the decision is in your favor. Does that suffice?

Alphinaud:
* It does. You have my thanks.

G'raha Tia:
* Excellent! You can regale us with tales of your most recent sojourn to the First while we wait.
* Did you...hear something just now?

???:
* Pudding... Puuuddiiing...

Puddingway:
* Where, oh where, is this star's blasted pudding!?

G'raha Tia:
* Um...?

Urianger:
* Dawn may banish even the darkest night...
* And to this bitter clime bring warmth and comfort.
* 'Tis heartening to see such an assembly upon my return. I thought often of you whilst I looked down upon our star's brilliance from the moon above.

Alisaie:
* Yes, but what are you doing here? And dressed like that! Aren't you cold?

Urianger:
* Verily. I fear for my health should I proceed to expound upon our purpose ere I procure more suitable garments...

Livingway:
* Then allow me to summarize─we're here because none of you lot are up there! Nor has anyone deigned to send word about any changes in the plans!
* It's rude, is what it is. Least that's what I thought at first, but then folks got to wondering if you weren't in a spot of bother, so we decided to take matters into our own hands. Come down here and help, if our help be needed.

Mappingway:
* So she says, but it's also something of a convenient excuse to visit Etheirys. Urianger made it sound absolutely marvelous. Moreso before the impending doom, but still.

Singingway:
* And it's not like there will ever be a better time! What with the aforementioned doom.

Puddingway:
* Marvelous, they say, yet not an onze of pudding to be found! I must suffer Urianger's inferior works no more...

Livingway:
* Hey! Maybe consider the plight of present company before you go blathering on about pudding and doom?
* As I was saying─should you require any assistance with...whatever, we are at your disposal.

Livingway:
* We were born from Hydaelyn's love for the lives of this star, so naturally we would much prefer to see them continue. Twiddling our thumbs up on the moon is hardly conducive to that, though, is it?
* Aye, not when you've all got such precious thoughts, and feelings, and hopes for the future, deserving of more active preservation. Speaking to Urianger made us realize that while we've carried out our duties to the letter, we've failed to fulfill them in spirit.
* From there it was just a hop, skip, and a jump towards resolving to do better! So please, show us how. Help us help you!

Fourchenault:
* Forgive me, but are they...?

Urianger:
* Thy distant collaborators, indeed.

Livingway:
* Hail fellow well met! You'd be a member of the Forum, would you? It's an honor and a pleasure to meet you at last.
* I'm Livingway, Hydaelyn's right paw. That last bit is very important─as am I, if I may humbly say so myself.

Fourchenault:
* I, er...bid you welcome to our star, Livingway. On behalf of the Forum, I thank you for traveling such a distance to meet us.
* As you have surmised, preparations for the exodus have not proceeded as smoothly as we had hoped. I should be happy to personally escort you to our headquarters in Sharlayan, where you may advise us as you deem fit.

Urianger:
* 'Twas with reluctance that I set aside the great work of readying the moon for habitation. Be assured that I did so only after the Loporrits made plain their earnest desire to come hither, and I myself felt a growing certainty that their contributions here would prove invaluable.
* 'Tis trite, perhaps, but...I followed my heart.

'''''"Good to haveth you back!"'''''

Urianger:
* For a time, at least. Nevertheless, 'twas worth the journey to find present company well.
* Wilt thou attend us at the Forum, and lend thine own wisdom?

Alisaie:
* If that's all quite settled, can we start moving before Urianger catches his death? Even I'm freezing out here.

G'raha Tia:
* Oh, I daresay you'll warm up quickly once you're aboard the airship, sat shoulder to shoulder with our fur-covered friends.

Urianger:
* I daresay Master Fourchenault was as nonplussed as we to learn the identity of Hydaelyn's lunar custodians. As he will soon discover, they have much and more to offer the Forum.
* Might I suggest we return to the annex forthwith?
* We may yet have time to discuss thy recent adventures ere we are summoned to the Rostra.

Thancred:
* Not that I'm complaining, Urianger, but I wasn't expecting to see you quite so soon.

Urianger:
* Nor I thee. In extolling the virtues of Etheirys, I did inadvertently awaken in the Loporrits a desire to avert our beloved star's demise.

Y'shtola:
* Krile tells us you have obtained new knowledge that may aid us in our ongoing efforts.
* I've news to share regarding our study of the aetherial sea, but your findings are certain to be of greater interest, and so I would rather hear them first.
* To what revelations did Hydaelyn's Elpis flower lead?

Alphinaud:
* Then this “dynamis” is what drives the Final Days...
* If it and akasa are one and the same, this all but proves Nidhana's theory.
* Were an entity, through sheer force of emotion, to channel this vast, dormant reservoir into a raging river...its power might surpass even that of aether.

Alisaie:
* But if our star is so replete with aether, said entity would need to be outside its influence to effectively manipulate the dynamis of the great expanse.

G'raha Tia:
* Meteion...
* Or rather, the sorrow and suffering of fallen civilizations that she has been hoarding for millennia...
* Untold anguish and fear and hatred, drawn from every corner of the universe... All for a single purpose: the destruction of Etheirys.

Estinien:
* Then our foe is no longer some unknowable calamity.
* We have but one aim─to defeat Meteion.

Y'shtola:
* You make it sound so simple...but you're not wrong.
* Vanquish Meteion and we deliver the world from the Final Days. But to even attempt it, there are two conditions.
* First, we must determine her location.
* Before Meteion escaped, an enchantment was placed upon her by Venat. The woman who would become Hydaelyn.
* The implications of temporal magicks are not entirely understood, and so we cannot assume that our Hydaelyn and the Venat you met in Elpis are one and the same. Nevertheless, due to Her intrinsic qualities as an all-powerful being, I'd wager that Hydaelyn possesses the knowledge we seek.
* Whether She would share that knowledge with us, however, remains to be seen.
* After all, She intends for us to flee Etheirys, not to stay.

Krile:
* Do you suppose She has abandoned Her pursuit of Meteion?

'''''"The Venat I know would never give up."'''''

Krile:
* That's my impression, too. Otherwise, She wouldn't have used me as a conduit for Her will, or provided clues such as the Elpis flower.
* I believe She has been waiting...
* ...For mankind's answer to Hermes's question.

Alphinaud:
* So, what's the second condition?

Y'shtola:
* We must find a means to reach Meteion.
* Naturally, our chosen method will depend entirely upon wheresoever she has made her nest.

Thancred:
* Then communing with Hydaelyn must by necessity come first.
* Did you and Master Matoya have any luck with your investigation into the aetherial sea?

Y'shtola:
* Sadly not. Though we enlisted the help of Arenvald and other Echo-blessed allies, we couldn't detect so much as a whisper from Hydaelyn, even from within the Antitower.
* Master Matoya is of the opinion that in the years since abandoning it, the Forum has found some other method of receiving instructions from Hydaelyn.
* If so, it would most likely be some form of apparatus for observing the aetherial sea, built closer to home.

Ojika Tsunjika:
* Sorry to interrupt, we've just received word from the Forum.
* Your presence is required in the Rostra, where they intend to discuss the great exodus.

Alisaie:
* Then Father was able to persuade them!

Alphinaud:
* They're finally taking us seriously. Let's hear what they have to say.

Rostra Steward:
* The Forum is in session, and as such, the Rostra is closed to visitors.
* A Scion of the Seventh Dawn? Very well, you may wait in the corridor.
* Of course, entry will only be permitted on the condition you leave your armaments at the door. Lest you forget, this sacred institution holds rational discourse in the highest; the implements of war are expressly forbidden.

Alphinaud:
* There is a matter I wish to raise with you before we enter.
* We are here to listen and to learn─but if the Forum's plans are more or less what I expect, then I should like to make a proposal that will serve our ends...
* By your leave, of course.

Alisaie:
* I don't see why not. Your words and wits have gotten us this far.

Krile:
* Agreed. I will present our queries so that you may consider the most advantageous way to advance your proposal without distraction.

Alphinaud:
* Thank you, everyone.

Barnier:
* If I may have your attention─the ad hoc session will now commence.
* The purpose of today's assembly is to brief the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, at their request, on the great exodus.
* You may enter.
* On behalf of the Forum, I commend your heroic actions on the Magna Glacies. We shall not soon forget your service to us and the people of Radz-at-Han.
* The satrap, whom we have informed of the refugees' new arrangements, sings your praises as well.
* As an expression of our gratitude, we will endeavor to answer your questions as fully and openly as we are able.

Krile:
* Then let us begin.
* First─it is the Forum's objective to ferry the life and knowledge of this star to the moon. Am I correct?

Fourchenault:
* You are. It is for this purpose that Sharlayan has labored these many long years.
* We have collected biological samples and scientific records from across the star. When the time comes, they will be moved from their places in Labyrinthos and Noumenon and conveyed to safety.
* Once that critical task has been accomplished, we will begin transporting the Sharlayan citizenry, which has been categorized into groups. The earliest arrivals are to ensure hospitable environs for those who come after.
* Following our people, we will send those of other nations in turn, beginning with our allies.
* Radz-at-Han was foremost among these, but since the Final Days have already come to Thavnair, we saw fit to include the refugees with earlier groupings.

Y'shtola:
* An ambitious plan. You have accounted for the safety of all nations and tribes, then?

Fourchenault:
* ...As many as we can.

Y'shtola:
* And how, pray tell, do you decide who to leave behind?

Fourchenault:
* To journey beyond the sky is an unprecedented and immeasurably difficult endeavor. Introducing sources of inevitable conflict would condemn all to certain death.

Krile:
* Questions as to the validity of that approach aside...
* Are your plans proceeding apace? We're under the impression that your primary means of celestial transportation is incomplete.

Fourchenault:
* If only in that it does not meet our optimal parameters, that is correct.
* This ark, as some have taken to calling it, is fully operational and could be launched even today.
* However, the Final Days have progressed more quickly than we anticipated.
* At present, the ship is incapable of attaining speeds sufficient to meet our evacuation targets.
* Should we put the vessel into service as it is now, we will be unable to travel to the moon and back quickly enough to complete the necessary number of trips. Precious lives and knowledge will be lost.

Alisaie:
* Seven hells... Is there anything to be done?

Fourchenault:
* The aetherburner─the primary means of propulsion once the craft is in the space between stars─is undergoing testing to determine whether it can be made more efficient.
* Though cargo is being loaded for the initial phase of the exodus, we are prepared to continue our experimentation up to the day before launch should it prove necessary.

Alphinaud:
* What if the Scions were to solve your problem?
* We shall help devise a means to improve the aetherburner's efficiency─on two conditions.
* If we succeed, you must allow us to meet with Hydaelyn.

Y'shtola:
* 'Twas simple enough to deduce. You have a concord, and so you would never have abandoned the Antitower had you no other means of communication.
* One far more convenient, I suspect.

Alphinaud:
* The second condition, also to be met upon our success, is that we be permitted to propose another use for your ark.

Fourchenault:
* We would be at liberty to refuse this proposal?

Alphinaud:
* Of course. If we cannot prove its merit to the ninety-nine here, who are we to stake on it the lives of all peoples of this star?

Montichaigne:
* Hahaha! Delightful as always, Master Alphinaud!
* We couldn't have asked for a finer plan. “Allow us to solve this complex engineering problem of which we were entirely unaware until moments ago. What could possibly go wrong?” Haha! The satire writes itself!
* Yet what field has not benefited from a change in perspective? When we are at wits' end, what we need is not the same dry theories recited ad nauseam, but fresh inspiration.
* I, for one, have faith in my erstwhile students to provide it. And I find their terms to be perfectly acceptable.

Barnier:
* Order! Order! We have no time to waste on debate. I call a vote.
* All in favor of agreeing to the Scions' terms?
* Seventy-one in favor, twenty-eight against. The ayes have it.
* Fourchenault, as the architect of this project, you are the best candidate to show them its current state. ...And bear in mind that, regardless of your personal misgivings, this is the will of the Forum.

Fourchenault:
* Very well.

Barnier:
* I call this session to a close. Return to your tasks with urgency─the Final Days wait for none.

Alphinaud:
* Sorry about not letting the rest of you in on my plan. I was, admittedly, thinking on my feet for the most part.
* But since we require both a means of communing with Hydaelyn and reaching Meteion...
* ...In the spur of the moment, I saw involving ourselves with the completion of the ark as a way to work towards both objectives simultaneously.
* However, we must first keep our end of the bargain by solving the problem of the aetherburner.
* I'd like to think it is not a challenge beyond our combined expertise. Or at least the expertise of our extended circle of associates.
* It might behoove us to learn how an aetherburner actually works before we attempt to improve it, though!

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