A Frosty Reception
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A Frosty Reception
- Quest giver
- Tataru
- Location
- The Lochs (X:36.4, Y:32.1)
- Quest line
Endwalker Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 82
- Experience
462,000- Gil
2,698- Previous quest
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- Tracks in the Snow
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- 6.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 725 / 978 (74.1%)
Endwalker Progress: 27 / 155 (17.4%)
“Tataru is desperately trying to retain her composure as she prepares to see you off on another perilous journey.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Walkthrough
Upon speaking with the Ironworks Pilot, a solo duty will start. The duty (including cutscenes) is around 25-35 minutes long, so plan your time accordingly.
The solo duty consists of 3 phases as described below. The duty is also checkpointed, meaning that if you fail at any phase, you may restart from that phase (instead of having to restart from the beginning.) Note that this checkpoint is lost if you log out or enter any other instanced duty.
- Phase 1: You fight as Thancred and have to sneak through a camp and set explosives. You need to use sneak past the troops without them seeing you too often. Sneak up to guards and incapacitate them. With the dogs you have to use a bomb. Once explosives are set there is an exit right beside you.
- Phase 2: Next you will play as yourself defending the carriages. You will progress forward three times to progress through this part of the battle.
- Phase 3: Finally, you will help the rest. This phase takes place in a closed arena. The boss will do checked attacks. She then will do area AOE circles that spread out. At around 30% health she will retreat and call adds to attack the two khun chuluus; defend them until Sadu completes her Falling Dusk cast to complete the duty.
Steps
- Speak with the Ironworks pilot.
- Speak with Alphinaud.
- Speak with Y'shtola.
- Speak with G'raha Tia.
- Speak with Lucia.
- Speak with Alisaie.
Journal
- Tataru is desperately trying to retain her composure as she prepares to see you off on another perilous journey.
- You stand on the cusp of another adventure into parts unknown, where Tataru's lovingly woven garments may be your only protection against the unforgiving climate of the frozen north. Thankfully, most of the journey will be made by airship, and your pilot stands at the ready.
- Almost immediately after landing in Ilsabard, you are drawn into a confrontation with a sizable force of tempered imperials. Thancred's bravery and ingenuity are instrumental in tipping the scales in your favor, although Vergilia and her IIIrd Legion troops prove stiff opposition nonetheless. Having taken them into custody in order to cure them of their tempering, your contingent marches onward to Garlemald.
- Your party decides to make use of an abandoned village to establish a temporary base of operations, which is granted the moniker of Camp Broken Glass for the constant sound of ice cracking underfoot.
- ※You can now travel to Garlemald by speaking with the Ironworks pilot in the Ala Mhigan Quarter.
- With the airships safely moored and the tempered imperials receiving treatment, Alphinaud informs you that Lucia wishes to decide on a course of action with the Scions. Before that, you must round up Y'shtola and G'raha Tia, who have been exploring the vicinity.
- Y'shtola is particularly sensitive to disturbances in ambient aether, and since drawing close to the imperial capital, she has been beset by a strange malaise. She posits that it is likely caused by the monstrous tower looming on the horizon, where she senses vast amounts of aether gathering. Fortunately, she should still be well enough to participate in the meeting, and she agrees to join you soon.
- G'raha Tia has busied himself investigating the nearby residences, and his findings strongly suggest that much, if not all of the local populace, has been tempered. Without any villagers present to verify this theory, however, the current evidence can only be considered circumstantial at best. Putting aside his work for the time being, he makes his way towards the meeting place.
- Now that you have successfully infiltrated Garlemald, Lucia outlines the contingent's plans for scouting the vicinity. She assigns you, Alisaie, and Alphinaud the task of searching for survivors in the outskirts of the capital, which despite being within the city walls, are largely covered in vast swathes of ice and snow.
- Alisaie, like many members of the contingent, has yet to acclimatize herself to the unrelenting cold of Ilsabard. As she points out, even the people of Garlemald would soon perish in such conditions if deprived of warmth. Though you know not what awaits in the frozen wastes, you grit your teeth and prepare to venture forth.
Dialogue
Accepting the quest
Tataru: I'm told the airship pilot has been sent to meet you. Tataru: Ah, there he is! Tataru: All right, this is where we go our separate ways. Do be careful, won't you?
Optional dialogue
Tataru: I modeled your clothing on what Alphinaud and I wore when we journeyed from Lord Haurchefant's “Falling Snows” to Ishgard for the first time. Tataru: In those days, I barely knew one end of a sewing needle from the other, and as you've always had very...individual tastes, I let you pick your own outfit. Tataru: I'd like to think my skills have improved since then ─ but do you know what's more important than skill? Heart and soul! There's plenty to be found in each and every one of my works!
Speak with the Ironworks Pilot.
Ironworks Pilot: It's an honor to finally meet you! We of the Garlond Ironworks will be ferrying you and your contingent across the mountains and into Garlemald. Ironworks Pilot: For many of us, it will be something of a homecoming. Our illustrious founder was only our most notable imperial defector. Ironworks Pilot: For that reason, the company is committed to the success of this expedition. Ironworks Pilot: Our resources are at your disposal, and if there is aught we might do to be of further assistance, please do not hesitate to ask! Ironworks Pilot: If you are ready to depart, I will ready the engines.
Upon boarding the airship, several cutscenes will play in sequence. It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to view these scenes in their entirety.
In addition, you will be required to participate in battle. Your progress will be saved at certain points. In the event that you are defeated, you will be able to try again from the most recent of these.
Please note that if you enter battles associated with other quests or log out from the game, this progress will be lost.
Duty calls. Commence battle for "A Frosty Reception"?
※Level sync is in effect. If you are above the maximum allowed level, it will be synced as follows: Level : 82
Ilsabard...divided in twain by a vast mountain range. Those who would traverse its jagged peaks face peril at every step. But why go by foot when one can simply fly? On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in the frozen wastes of the Magna Glacies... Lucia: We've received word from Thancred's reconnaissance party. Lucia: They have sighted a detachment of heavily armed imperials. Alisaie: Survivors of the civil war, perhaps? Lucia: Perhaps. But there is more to it than that... Lucia: Maxima reports that they are led by Vergilia, legatus of the IIIrd Legion, which comprises the bulk of their number. Lucia: However, they are also joined by several members of the Ist.
Alphinaud: From what I recall, the IIIrd Legion fought for Nerva in the war of succession following Varis's death. Alphinaud: The Ist, on the other hand, were under the direct command of the Emperor, and rejected Nerva's claim to the throne. These legions were enemies. Lucia: Indeed. In fact, our sources claim that it was a conflict between them that sparked the civil war. Lucia: Yet now these former foes cooperate to defend a ruined Garlemald from invasion... Alphinaud: Then it is all but certain they have been tempered. Sicard: So what's the plan? If me and my crew was out reavin', we'd charge straight in, no messin' about. But that ain't what we're here for. Lucia: Quite right. Soldiers or no, they are people of Garlemald. The very ones we have come to aid. Lucia: Direct confrontation is unavoidable. Nevertheless, we must make every effort to limit casualties on both sides. Rather than kill them, I would remove them from the field. A-Ruhn-Senna: How so? Savage beatings, disarmament, and imprisonment? A-Ruhn-Senna: Not impossible, but easier said than done in the heat of battle. Urianger: Having observed the opposition, I imagine Thancred had something to suggest? Lucia: He did. He and the other scouts have already infiltrated a supply depot some distance beyond the imperial detachment's current position. Lucia: Stored within is a stockpile of magitek armaments, and once we give the signal, Thancred's team will destroy them all. In so doing, we will deprive frontline troops of materiel, and likely force the detachment to send men to investigate. A-Ruhn-Senna: Divide and conquer... Not a bad idea. Lucia: Once the scouts have finished their preparations, we will split into two groups. Lucia: The first will form the vanguard, while the other brings up the rear with our supplies. Lucia: As for the Scions, I ask that you lend your assistance where you deem it needed most. Lucia: I would prefer, however, that you accompany the rear guard, and be prepared to join the van at a moment's notice. Kept in reserve as our trump card, so to speak.
Meanwhile at the imperial supply dock.
Maxima: Your proposal was well received. More specifically, they asked that we “destroy the imperials' toys in as spectacular a fashion as possible.” Thancred: Y'shtola always did have a flair for the dramatic. She's not an easy woman to please, but I shall do my best to satisfy her thirst for fireworks. Thancred: All right. Once more, for my peace of mind. Thancred: Our first objective will be to rig the enemy's magitek with explosives. After we've withdrawn to a safe distance, we'll detonate them remotely. Thancred: Our second will be to issue a deactivation command to the automated units via the control terminal. If our calculations are correct, this signal should reach those deployed on the front line, giving our friends a much-needed upper hand. Thancred: The blizzard will help us stay hidden, so let's aim to get in and out before it passes. Trust in the plan, and we should all live to see tomorrow. Maxima: In the meantime, I will relay messages back and forth as the situation unfolds. You'll forgive me if I ask again, but...are you certain you wish to play the lone wolf? Thancred: Wouldn't have it any other way. Call it foolish and reckless if you like, but I'll get the job done. I always do. Maxima: Very well. I wish you the best of luck.
In the coming battle, you will fight as Thancred.
Maxima the Neoteric: Assuming there is nothing else you wish to confirm, we may commence the mission as soon as you are ready.
> Go over the finer details of the plan.
In the coming battle, you will fight as Thancred. You have two objectives:
1. Place explosives on the imperial magitek.
2. Deactivate the frontline magitek units via the control terminal.
If the guards detect and pursue you, enemy forces will become more aware of the threat you pose, as indicated by the threat awareness gauge.
The gauge will gradually fill until you defeat all alerted enemies.
If the gauge is completely filled, the guards will call for reinforcements and the mission will end in failure.Use Swift Deception to avoid detection as you go about completing your objectives.
> Learn about mission-exclusive actions.
Success in this mission hinges on the following points:
Swift Deception renders Thancred invisible and increases his movement speed.
While active, enemy soldiers and magitek will be unable to perceive Thancred's presence, even if they are within close proximity. However, it has no effect on the guard dogs' acute sense of smell, and they will be able to detect Thancred regardless.
Moreover, this action can only be used outside of combat. It will also be unavailable when Thancred attempts to deactivate magitek fields or execute certain other actions.
Thancred's Silent Takedown will instantly render a soldier unconscious. It can only be used while Swift Deception is in effect.
Though it cannot be used on magitek or guard dogs, utilizing Silent Takedown whenever possible is essential in clearing a path to your objectives.
As guard dogs can detect Thancred even when Swift Deception is active, you can instead use a Bewilderment Bomb to distract them and sneak past unnoticed.
Conversely, Bewilderment Bombs have no effect on magitek or soldiers, so take care to choose the right tool for the situation.
> Commence mission.
Thancred: It's time. We only have one shot at this, so let's make it count! Thancred: Two on the gate... Could get messy if I'm not careful. Thancred: One guarding the controls. Time he took a nap! Thancred: Now to set the explosives. Best keep quiet...for now. Thancred: So, they've got guard dogs, eh? No use hiding, they'll soon sniff me out. Luckily, I've come prepared. Thancred: That should do the trick. Now to hide and send word. Thancred: This is Thancred. The explosives are in place. Maxima the Neoteric: Very good. All is proceeding as planned. Maxima the Neoteric: Head to the control terminal. It should be to the northwest. Thancred: Understood. Have the others wait at the rendezvous point. Thancred: That's it! The control terminal! Maxima: You are returned ─ and none the worse for wear, to my considerable relief. Thancred: What news from our comrades? Maxima: They stand at the ready. Thancred: Excellent. Then let the fireworks begin!
A few moments later, at the rear of the Ilsabard contingent's supply caravan...
Alisaie: The blizzard's beginning to clear... Alisaie: The vanguard should be engaging the imperials any moment now─if they haven't already. Alisaie: Y'shtola and the others are with them, so I'm sure they'll be all right, but... Alisaie: Wait! Something's coming! Sicard: Oi, oi! Looks like we ain't the only ones who sent out scouts! Sicard: Keep 'em away from the carriages! We lose those, and we're as good as dead!
A-Ruhn-Senna: Fighters ─ protect the others! A-Ruhn-Senna: A brief respite ─ but stay alert. A-Ruhn-Senna: Keep the carriages safe! Assist Emmanellain's troops! Emmanellain the Lofty: What impeccable timing! Emmanellain the Lofty: Fear not, friends─the savior of Ishgard is here! Emmanellain the Lofty: A fine display, but the other carriages are still in danger. Emmanellain the Lofty: Go on ahead─we'll hold the line! Assist Sicard's troops! Sicard the Last Word: We're the only ones still strugglin'? Sicard the Last Word: Time we put our backs into it, then! Magitek reinforcements arrive! Sicard the Last Word: That big bastard's goin' straight for the carriages! Stop it in its tracks! Sicard the Last Word: Quick, broadside it! Sicard the Last Word: You lot all right back there? A-Ruhn-Senna: We're fine ─ and ready for more! Sicard the Last Word: Hear that? Sicard the Last Word: Get to the front and turn the tide!
Meanwhile, on the front line...
Y'shtola: “Remove from the field” was not a euphemism for “enthusiastically murder.” Estinien: It's nothing that won't heal. In time. Estinien: The trouble is, their tempering has made them utterly fearless. Subduing them would be easier if they had the capacity to submit in the first place. Y'shtola: Well, this is the path our young charges would have us walk─and that we all agreed to follow. You knew it would be hard, yet still you pledged your lance, did you not? Estinien: That I did.
Lyse: That's Vergilia! Damn it, I need to help the others take her down─ Lucia: There's no end to them!
WOL comes rushing in. Lyse: I was wondering when you'd turn up! Lyse: There's no stopping us now! Come on, let's show them what we're made of!
Lucia the Radiant: We have them now ─ Forward! Pipin of the Steel Heart: The supply caravan is safe for the time being, and Thancred's team have thrown the enemy into disarray. Pipin of the Steel Heart: Now it's our turn! Pipin of the Steel Heart: As a raging bull! Lucia the Radiant: That's her ─ Vergilia!
Cirina of the Laughing Reeds: Keep the war machines at bay! Sadu Heavensflame: Haha! More fodder for my flames! Cirina of the Laughing Reeds: So many... At this rate, we will be overwhelmed! Sadu Heavensflame: I will not fall so easily! These curs will taste my wrath! The tempered are attacking Sadu's Dotharli khun chuluu! Cirina of the Laughing Reeds: More of them! Quick, lend Sadu a hand! Magnai the Older: Make way! These whelps will rue the day they crossed my path! Magnai the Older: None shall escape my chains! Now is your chance to strike! Sadu Heavensflame: Hahaha! May your screams fill the air! Sadu: Hah... A worthy adversary! Sadu: Rest. Recover. Reclaim yourself. Then we will fight again ─ to the death. Cirina: Sadu Khatun! Lucia: That was the last of them... Lucia: The day is ours, thanks to your timely arrival. What of the supply caravan? Lucia: Hmm. Outmaneuvered, but not outmatched. Good. Let us take the imperials into custody and rejoin our comrades. Lucia: And soon we shall arrive at the capital...
“So cold and unforgiving.” Thus spoke Emperor Solus as he gazed upon his barren domain. Eight hundred years it had been since the Garleans first set foot here. Bested by the Corvosi after centuries of war and driven from fertile southern pastures into the blasted northern wastes. In that garden of desolation, they clung to one another for warmth. Freezing, hungry, desperate. Hated. The chosen forsaken. In the year 1513 of the Sixth Astral Era, a young legatus named Solus single-handedly sparked the magitek revolution. How did he conceive the machina that feed on ceruleum? Once a common, soft-spoken soldier ─ how had he so quickly ascended through the ranks? Like so many others, those who knew the truth are gone. Taking in the capital with his eyes for the first time, I recall thinking to myself... “Far colder on the earth than in the heavens.” Yes, far colder indeed...bitterly so.
Maxima: Not so much as a whisper... Lucia: The roads leading beyond the city walls would have been used less in recent years. Nevertheless, this was one of the most important gateways into the capital. Maxima: Abuzz day and night with activity, aye. Merchants passing through the checkpoint, many of them stopping at the local hostelries. Lucia: Surely, they cannot all have been tempered... A-Ruhn-Senna: We can consider the question after we have made camp. A-Ruhn-Senna: If we spend any longer outside, we may well freeze to death where we stand. The tempered imperials, too. Lucia: This will be our temporary base of operations. Secure shelter for ourselves and the injured, and dispatch scouts to survey the surrounding area. Sicard: If we're plannin' on stayin' here a while, we ought to give this place a proper name. Lucia: Hmm... The constant sound of ice cracking underfoot makes me think of broken glass. An apt name, perhaps. But enough of this. To work, everyone!
Optional dialogue
Y'shtola: Sorry, I'm feeling...rather unwell.
Berthellemy: We must remain as mobile as we are able in such temperatures as these. I fear that if we stand still for too long, the ice and snow may freeze our very bones.
Willelm: Don't go shouting this about, but the truth is, during the occupation of Ala Mhigo, I was an imperial conscript. Willelm: Still, for all the sleepless nights they've given me, my experiences during those long, awful years might finally be put to good use.
Iliette: I knew we'd find the capital in a bit of a poor state, what with the aftermath of the civil war and a veritable “army of darkness” skulking about, but this is just ridiculous! No one said anything about automated warmachina stalking the ruins! Iliette: Mind you, if anyone's brave enough to take them on, they should serve as a decent source of spare parts and whatnot. The machinists will be chuffed to bits!
Menuki: We Domans owe our freedom to our Eorzean allies, and I was one of many to volunteer for this endeavor. We will be glad to lend our assistance wherever it is needed.
Talon: Many of us took quite a beating on the Magna Glacies, but we all helped each other hobble through the snow and wind, sparing nary a thought for which delegation we each belong to. From now, we're all firm comrades, through thick and thin!
Esdelot: I'm the quartermaster here. It's my job to make sure the camp remains both well supplied and well maintained.
Kochacha: We have come too far, risked too much to worry solely about our own hides, for there is so much more at stake.
Makago Nokago: We finally managed to set up camp after marching through all that snow. I hope that whoever lived here doesn't mind us using the buildings for shelter.
Ambaghai: Gods, this place is cold! We have our share of chilly nights on the Steppe, but I've never experienced anything like this before!
June: It's not only the tempered that need care, a fair few of our own were wounded on the Magna Glacies. If only we hadn't needed to defend the supply caravan, a lot more of us could've joined the front line.
Hawisia: Between guarding our supplies and keeping an eye on the tempered as they undergo treatment, we're certainly kept busy.
G'raha Tia: Our comrades certainly haven't wasted any time establishing a base of operations...
Alisaie: Shouldn't be long before we have a half-decent camp with so many helping hands. I was concerned the snow might hinder our progress, but our Ishgardian friends are used to working in conditions like these.
Optional dialogue, inside the main building
Sicard: Hells' bells, this place is bloody freezin'! Rather be tied to the topmast in a storm than suffer this cold any longer! Anyone what can spare a swig o' rum? That'll sort me right out!
A-Ruhn-Senna: The tempered soldiers are sleeping soundly while they undergo treatment. There are too many to attend at once, but I and the other healers will see to all eventually.
Lucia: Once everything is in place, we will discuss our next move.
Maxima: This is all that remains of Laterum... Homes become empty husks. If this is the state of the outlying villages, I dread to think what has become of the capital.
Pipin: We've asked the Ironworks members and some of our other comrades to stay with the airships. In the event we are discovered, we must be ready to move them swiftly to a safer location.
Lyse: Raubahn taught me a lot about military strategy during exercises in the Fringes. Coordinating units with wildly different capabilities, surveying and securing hostile terrain, that sort of thing. Now, I have the chance to put his teachings into practice.
Cirina: Vergilia is in our care, along with the rest of the tempered. “Glory to Garlemald, glory to Garlemald,” they still whisper in their sleep, even as they writhe in pain...
Speak with Alphinaud.
Alphinaud: In spite of the obstacles we've faced, our plan proceeds apace. Just a little farther and we will reach the capital itself. Alphinaud: Still, we mustn't get ahead of ourselves. As soon as the camp has been made fit for purpose, we are to discuss a course of action with Lucia. Alphinaud: Would you mind asking Y'shtola and G'raha to join us in that building to the northeast of the camp? Alisaie and I will meet you there.
Speak with Y'shtola.
Y'shtola: A meeting? Yes, I'll make my way over once my head has cleared. Y'shtola: In truth, I've been feeling out of sorts since we arrived. The air is thick with a palpable aura of malevolence... Y'shtola: 'Tis the monstrous tower on the horizon. Jagged, hideous, unholy... Even at this distance, its presence is overwhelming. Y'shtola: Much like the sensation I felt in the Tower of Zot, only far more terrifying. Aether flows unceasingly towards it, converging into a swirling mass of unfathomable power. Y'shtola: ...For a blessing, the constant chill in the air is helping to anchor my senses in the here and now. Tell the others I shall be with you in a few moments.
Speak with G'raha Tia.
G'raha Tia: You will be pleased to know most of the tempered have been quartered inside the nearby buildings and are receiving treatment as we speak. G'raha Tia: I do however feel no small amount of guilt for commandeering civilian homes. The occupants may be long gone, but everything is exactly as they left it... G'raha Tia: Considering the length of time that has clearly passed since, one would expect to find them ransacked. Strangely, there are no signs of anything having been stolen. G'raha Tia: It's possible that everyone fled at the first sign of trouble, though it seems to me they left far too many useful possessions behind... Aye, although there is no conclusive evidence, I strongly suspect they were tempered. G'raha Tia: Sorry, I was merely thinking aloud... You mentioned a meeting? I will make my way there.
Speak with Lucia. (Cutscene)
Lucia: Thank you for informing the others of our meeting. Lucia: When everyone is here, we will begin.
| Voiced cutscene | Lucia: Our present situation is as follows. Lucia: Efforts to aid the people of Garlemald have begun in earnest. Moreover, having entered into the capital, the imperial palace is within our reach. Y'shtola: But before we proceed further, we must learn what has befallen this city, for therein lies the key to understanding and combating the Telophoroi's designs. Maxima: I have a suggestion, if I may. Maxima: Several of the imperial soldiers we captured on the Magna Glacies are members of the Populares and acquaintances of mine. Maxima: Once we have cured them of their tempering, they should be able to give a reliable account of the events leading to the capital's downfall. Y'shtola: A promising idea. I will assist the healers in their ministrations. Y'shtola: Of course, I will require a porxie of my own, assuming you can spare one. Alisaie: Would you like a hand? Y'shtola: No, no, I am sure we will manage. Better that you take my place in the field. The noxious aether of this place disagrees with me, and as I shall need to draw on my own for the treatment, 'twould be prudent for me to remain within the camp. Sicard: This talk of curin' the tempered is all well and good, but I reckon the cold is a more pressin' concern. Sicard: All the houses 'round here are fitted with ceruleum heaters that could keep us warm and toasty. Problem is, the machines seem to have given up the ghost ─ and if we keep sittin' around, freezin' our arses off, we'll be next. Sicard: My smiths reckon that with the right parts, they can have 'em workin' again, but it won't be easy. Lucia: Understood. The machinists will assist them in the repairs. Thancred: The rest of us should either stand watch or survey the area. Lucia: We have made our presence known to the Telophoroi. They will be searching for us ─ if they have not already ascertained our position. Lucia: That we have seen no sign of them since the battle suggests they have yet to do so. However, I suspect they may be biding their time... Estinien: ...Or perhaps we are beneath their notice. Thancred: In any event, we'll find no answers standing around here. Urianger, Estinien, and myself have visited Garlemald recently, so we'll lead the reconnaissance efforts. Perhaps bolstered by a few Bozjan and Dalmascan scouts from my previous excursion for good measure. Lyse: Don't forget about us Ala Mhigans. We have experienced scouts of our own. Thancred: Well now, this is turning out to be a rather sizable team. With such numbers we should be able to cover a wide area with relative ease, including that surrounding the imperial palace. Thancred: How about you, G'raha? I've a feeling we'll find a use or two for that vanishing spell of yours. G'raha Tia: 'Twould be my honor to be of service, though I doubt that you of all people need rely on my tricks. Alisaie: That leaves us with guard duty... Lucia: As a matter of fact, I have something else in mind for the two of you and Alphinaud. Lucia: Between here and the center of the capital lies the Eblan Rime. I would have you search the area for survivors. Lucia: Your keen sense of direction honed in your extensive travels should prove useful in navigating the ice fields.
What will you say? > If there are any survivors, we will surely find them. Lucia: I have faith that you will, and look forward to greeting you on your safe return. > "Extensive travels" is something of an understatement, but I suppose if there's nothing else that needs doing... Lucia: This too is a vital task, and I appreciate your willingness to see it done. Rest assured that a serving of hot soup will be waiting for you. > Ice fields! I love ice fields! ...Oh wait, no I don't. Lucia: Hmm. As ever, you do not want for enthusiasm. But given your experience traipsing about through Coerthas, I should be surprised if you let a little inclement weather dampen your redoubtable spirits. Lucia: And even if that were the case, the promise of hot soup upon your return would surely spur you to action.
Lucia: You all have your duties. Let us make haste. May the Fury bless and keep you. | Voiced cutscene end. |
Optional dialogue
Lucia: It was not the Garleans who named this place the Eblan Rime, but rather nomadic peoples in times gone by. Lucia: When my ancestors were forced to migrate here, they refused to accept this land as their new homeland. As such, they made a conscious decision to retain the original name. Lucia: Though the meaning of “Eblan” has been lost over the years, it has been theorized that it refers to the harsh conditions here, in much the same way the Magna Glacies was named. One thing, however, is certain─both regions are equally hazardous, so I bid you take all due care.
Maxima: Thancred and the other scouts are all equipped with linkpearls, that they may communicate with us in case of an emergency. Maxima: Of course, we would all prefer they not place themselves in danger to begin with, but such is the nature of their work.
Alphinaud: I've never thought myself much of an explorer, though I suppose my adventures have taken me to all sorts of strange and distant places. With that in mind, traversing an ice field should be a simple feat!
Optional dialogue, out and about the village
* Some dialogue are dependent on the content, or job quests you have completed in your journey. If WoL cannot interact with certain NPC, that would imply that WoL never met that NPC.
*** Some of this dialog maybe incomplete. The NPCs that you can interact with appears to depend on your story progress, and job progress. (You will need to unlock all Jobs prior to this to be able to see all the dialog.)
(If WoL have completed DRG lvl. 30 job quest) Alberic: Several of the Temple Knights are off on reconnaissance at present. We Ishgardians have seen our fair share of frost in the past years, so we are more than ready for this icy bout. Alberic: The Hrothgar from Bozja, on the other hand, are having a devil of a time adjusting to these chilly climes. The warming stones we lent them seem to have helped, though.
Emmanellain: There's this odd perception that Ishgardians have lived their whole lives in the snow, but it really wasn't that bad before the Calamity. And afterwards, well, I was rarely more than a few paces from a raging fire... Emmanellain: This dreadful place, on the other hand, is nothing but cold, cold, cold! And it's my understanding that Ilsabard has always been this way. Gods, can you imagine!?
Sicard: The machinists reckon all the interior heatin' was just left there consumin' ceruleum till there was none left. There were even pots sat on stoves, all the food inside burned to soot. Sicard: In any case, even if we had plenty of fuel, it's the magitek itself that's buggered. We'll have to either look for spare parts or make them ourselves.
(If WoL have completed WAR lvl. 30 job quest) Broenbhar: Don't ye worry─ Nothin' gets past me!
Magnai: Searching for survivors? Hmph. If they are truly strong, they will not require our aid. While you are gone, we will guard the camp against any man or beast foolish enough to challenge us. Magnai: My duty as sentinel will afford me little opportunity to seek my Nhaama, though perhaps one among our ranks─come bearing a hot meal or such─will prove worthy.
Sadu: Standing atop an enormous edifice to cast their eyes down upon their dominion... These Telophoroi and the Oronir have much in common, yet even Magnai and his ilk would not stoop to stealing the minds of their subjects and enemies. Sadu: When the time comes to storm their stronghold, I shall lead the charge and leave naught but ash in my wake!
Cirina: Most of the members of Lente's Tears and the Bozjan Resistance have joined the other scouts in the field. Cirina: And since Lyse and Pipin's troops are already keeping an eye on the airships, we of the Steppe shall guard the camp against intruders. Though in truth, it is we who are intruding in these lands...
Speak with Alisaie.
Alisaie: Gods be good... If it's this cold with Tataru's clothing, I dread to think how we'd fare without it! I must remember to thank her when next we meet. Alisaie: It makes me realize, too, that while the people of Garlemald have spent their whole lives in conditions like these, even they'd be hard-pressed to survive away from the warmth of their homes. If there are any survivors, we must find them, and quickly.
(Optional) Alisaie: So, it's into the Eblan Rime we go. But where do we even start looking in such a place?