Annihilation
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Annihilation
- Quest giver
- Jenomis cen Lexentale
- Location
- The Prima Vista Bridge (X:6.1, Y:5.9)
- Quest line
- Return to Ivalice
- Level
- 70
- Experience
0- Gil
4,500- Previous quest
Desire- Next quest
- The Path of Most Resistance
- Patch
- 4.3
“A solid plan of action must be devised before facing the Bangaa transformed
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Enter the Ridorana Lighthouse.
- Speak with Lina Mewrilah at Kugane Landing.
Journal
- A preliminary examination of the lighthouse's exterior has led Ramza to conclude that the structure was built atop the ruins of an ancient metropolis known as the Clockwork City of Goug. Further investigation of the tower's interior is necessary to put the matter beyond doubt.
※The Ridorana Lighthouse can be accessed via the Duty Finder.
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Much as I wish it were otherwise... I fear Ba'Gamnan is beyond saving. Yet we cannot suffer what is left of him to become a distraction.
Cutscene
Alma bas Lexentale: Father. Is now not the time to abandon this quest? We are meddling with forces beyond—
Ramza bas Lexentale: Enough, Alma. We adults are talking. While [Forename] was searching for the lizard, I inspected an area of exposed foundation at the base of the lighthouse.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: And?
Ramza bas Lexentale: >> And you were right, Father! The lighthouse is built squarely atop the ruins of what can only be... the Clockwork City of Goug! <<
Lina Mewrilah: The what-work city of who?
Mikoto: According to the Zodiac Brave Story, the Clockwork City of Goug was a metallic metropolis wherein airships, automata, and other technological marvels of the age were first conceived. Little is said about its location, however, save that it was far away.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: While the Durai Papers do not say a great deal more, they do mention that the land upon which the legendary city was built was severely limited—an inconvenience that forced its inhabitants to build up, rather than out. Jenomis cen Lexentale: Which led me to ask myself: what if the reason land was limited was because the land in question was an island? Jenomis cen Lexentale: But that still would not explain the omission of the cataract. It is inconceivable that the authors would neglect to mention so prominent a landmark had it existed. And then I found it—a lone passage regarding Goug's fall. While the particulars were missing, it appears the city was abandoned after an explosion left half of it in ruin. Jenomis cen Lexentale: I believe that this explosion may have undermined a portion of the seabed. It need only have been a small area at first—one that could well have gone unnoticed during the exodus. As time passed, however, the waters would have continued to wear away at the rock, slowly widening the gap until... Jenomis cen Lexentale: Well, until we have what lies beneath us today. This would explain why there is no mention of Ridorana prior to the present era.
Ramza bas Lexentale: ...Come, Father -- will you not tell them the rest? Of the possibility that we Garleans are descended in part from the displaced citizens of Goug? Ramza bas Lexentale: It would explain how the Empire was able to forge its armies of iron even before the discovery and application of Allagan technology. Ramza bas Lexentale: And it may also explain why the legend of Ivalice has resonated with our people for centuries, despite the fact that the lost kingdom was, as far as we can tell, in quite a different corner of the world.
Mikoto: An interesting... if somewhat ambitious theory. But to return to your original claim, it is your belief that the Ridorana Lighthouse stands atop what is left of—
Bwagi: That necklace! Where did you get it, girl?
Alma bas Lexentale: Th-This? It was my mother's.
Bwagi: Your mother's?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: It was my late wife's most cherished possession. Why do you ask?
Bwagi: Ba'Gamnan had a talisman he would wear beneath his jerkin. He refused to take it off, even when bathing. He said it was... special. I only saw it a few times, but it looked exactly like the one your daughter wears.
Ramza bas Lexentale: And? What are you implying, lizard? That my sister stole it? Or my late mother!?
Bwagi: Neither. I spoke of their similarity. That is all.
Lina Mewrilah: Can you believe the nerve of this boy?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Enough, Ramza. Our guests are merely concerned for the well-being of their kin.
Ramza bas Lexentale: But what of our kin!?
Jenomis cen Lexentale: What of them, Ramza!? Do you imagine our kin to be better than theirs in some way? Or anyone else's for that matter!? Ramza bas Lexentale: I... I apologize, Father.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: We have but one purpose, son, and that is to prove the existence of Ivalice and clear our family's name. Do not allow anger or hate to lead you from that path. Now, we have a lost city to explore!
Optional
Jenomis cen Lexentale: While it may seem that I only call upon you when danger rears its ugly head, I assure you nothing could be further from the truth. ...You seem unconvinced. Ahem. Perhaps we should speak of this upon your return from the Clockwork City?
Montblanc: (Now is not the time to get your fur in a frizzle, Montblanc. Breathe... Breeeathe... I am a warrior of legend. I am a warrior of legend, kupo...)
Hurdy: Since my fool of a brother insists on going ahead with this farce, you have a responsibility not only to ensure that he returns safely, but that he does so a fully-fledged warrior! ...Though I'd settle for the “returns safely” part if push came to shove, kupo.
Mikoto: My heart cries out to join you on your journey into the depths of Goug... but my head tells me that I would pay for the privilege with my life. I have received no martial training, [Forename]. Whatever wonders await you, my place is here on the Prima Vista. Mikoto: Now, is there aught you wish to know before disembarking?
Alma bas Lexentale: This necklace... Why is it so special? I'm frightened, [Forename].
Ramza bas Lexentale: First Lesalia and now Goug! What other wonders might slumber beneath our very feet?
Lina Mewrilah: Oh, you thought I might be joining you on your journey into the heart of a thousand-year-old nest of fiends? Sorry to disappoint, [Forename], but a detailed account of any swashbuckling upon your safe return will suffice... or failing that a body. That would make for quite a story.
Wandering Dramaturge: Another bout with a soulless denizen of the deep? No rest for the righteous, eh? Wandering Dramaturge: If things take a turn for the worse, do not hesitate to flee. There is no shame in yielding the battle if it eventually wins you the war.
Company Muscle: What's this? You say the expedition might have use for a man of my build? Company Muscle:Ah, but you must understand, my friend. If aught were to blemish this flawless frame, all my work would be for naught!
Company Tragedienne: Garleans descended from the mysterious inhabitants of a legendary clockwork city? That sounds like it has the makings of a marvelous tale! Now, if there were only some place to tell it...
Company Tragedian: Off to heed the call of adventure once again, are we? I won't say I envy you until I hear a full account of the unspeakable horrors you faced... or lack thereof. Company Tragedian: These fanciful claims about Garlemald having its roots in Goug—might you have more than mere hearsay to support them? I thought not.
Company Dancer: One, two, three! One, two, three! How is it that in the face of danger you find the courage to stand firm? I can barely take the stage without losing my supper. Wait, don't tell me—show me!
Entering Ridorana Lighthouse
Duty Dialogue
Ramza bas Lexentale: We will discover Ba'Gamnan here within the lighthouse. I am certain of it. Ramza bas Lexentale: Did Ba'Gamnan...the Duma...give life to that creature!?
Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: Long has it been since I last gazed upon the open sky...and the vermin who scurry beneath her. Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: From brine are we born, unto brine shall we return. Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: Let the crashing waves cleanse you of your sins! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: With this vessel shall your doom be met. Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: O darkest of vessels! You are my sword! You are my rain! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: O darkest of vessels! You are my bow! You are my rain! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: Behold as waters most foul spill forth to defile the land! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: In darkness will you know true fear! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: Let the crashing waves cleanse you of your sins! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: With this vessel shall your doom be met. Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: O darkest of vessels! You are my sword! You are my rain! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: Let the crashing waves bear you into the abyss! Famfrit, the Darkening Cloud: The night...beckons once more...
Ramza bas Lexentale: The seal on the gate is lifted. We can now venture further up the lighthouse. Ramza bas Lexentale: This pattern... It is unmistakably—No, it cannot be... Ramza bas Lexentale: The city remains functional...after all these centuries. Let us access the transportation nodes. Ramza bas Lexentale: The city's defenses also seem operational. Destroy them if you must. Ramza bas Lexentale: The heat...is almost unbearable. Could this be the heart of the lighthouse's beacon?
Belias, the Gigas: Children of war, I am Belias. Come! Warm your hands at my fire! Belias, the Gigas: Time waits for no one! Belias, the Gigas: You cannot withstand my rage! Belias, the Gigas: Bound by the march of time, forevermore! Belias, the Gigas: Rise, loyal minions. Heed my call! Belias, the Gigas: Step into the inferno! Step into my hellfire! Belias, the Gigas: Are you not yet ash and bone!? Belias, the Gigas: All hands point to death! Belias, the Gigas: That your wrath...might eclipse mine...
Ramza bas Lexentale: I've discovered another device. Ramza bas Lexentale: The architecture here is similar to that of the lighthouse...yet something feels off. The air...is so thin... Ramza bas Lexentale: I believe you've succeeded in clearing another path. Ramza bas Lexentale: Those golems...I believe I now know where we are! Ramza bas Lexentale: The area's final line of defense is upon us. We must proceed with the utmost caution!
Construct 7: WARNING! WARNING! ENTRY PROHIBITED! Construct 7: INTRUDER ALERT! READYING VARIABLE WEAPONS SYSTEMS. Construct 7: INITIATING SUBJECT DISMISSAL. Construct 7: INTRUDER ALERT! READYING VARIABLE WEAPONS SYSTEMS. Construct 7: ANOMALOUS INTELLIGENCE LEVELS DETECTED. REEDUCATION AUTHORIZED. BOOTING BASIC COMPUTATION PROTOCOL. Construct 7: BASIC COMPUTATION PROTOCOL LOADED. INITIATING LESSON. Construct 7: ––COMMAND–– ALIGN CURRENT VITALS WITH SPECIFIED MULTIPLES. Construct 7: CALIBRATE VITALS TO MULTIPLES OF 5. Construct 7: CALIBRATE VITALS TO MULTIPLES OF 3. Construct 7: INACCURACY WILL BE PUNISHED. Construct 7: REEDUCATION FAILED. SUBJECT DISMISSAL APPROVED. BOOTING TARTAREAN PROTOCOL. Construct 7: TARTAREAN PROTOCOL LOADED. INITIATING PROCESSING SEQUENCE COUNTDOWN. Construct 7: INITIATING PROCESSING SEQUENCE IN 25...24...23...SYSTEM ERROR! Construct 7: INITIATING PROCESSING SEQUENCE IN 3...2...1... PROCESSING SEQUENCE INITIATED. Construct 7: SUBJECT DISMISSAL FAILED. SUBJECT TERMINATION APPROVED. BOOTING TERMINATION MODE. Construct 7: WARNING! WARNING! RESEARCH STAFF: EVACUATE TO SHELTERS IMMEDIATELY! Construct 7: INTRUDER ALERT! READYING VARIABLE WEAPONS SYSTEMS. Construct 7: ANOMALOUS INTELLIGENCE LEVELS DETECTED. REEDUCATION AUTHORIZED. BOOTING BASIC COMPUTATION PROTOCOL. Construct 7: INCREASING DIFFICULTY... Construct 7: ––COMMAND–– ALIGN CURRENT VITALS WITH SPECIFIED MULTIPLES. Construct 7: CALIBRATE VITALS TO PRIMES. Construct 7: CALIBRATE VITALS TO MULTIPLES OF 4. Construct 7: INACCURACY WILL BE PUNISHED. Construct 7: INITIATING SUBJECT DISMISSAL. Construct 7: INTRUDER ALERT! READYING VARIABLE WEAPONS SYSTEMS. Construct 7: SYSTEM DAMAGE: 95 ENTERING SAFE MODE... SYSTEMS OFFLINE...
Ramza bas Lexentale: There is no mistaking it. We are in the legendary Clockwork City of Goug!
Cutscene
Ba'Gamnan: Long have I waited for this moment, Garlean Swine! Ba'Gamnan: Come! The blood of my fallen brothers feeds my hate!
Duty Dialogue
Yizamat: The Empire is a cancer, and I am the barber's blade! Yizamat: You will not know mercy! Yizamat: Feel the wrath of my brothers! Yizamat: You will pay for what you have done...with blood! Yizamat: Scream louder! I want to remember this! Yizamat: Like a knife through butter! Yizamat: My wounds...give me strength! Yizamat: Like a knife through butter!
Post–Battle Cutscene
Yizamat: You may have escaped me in this life, but I...I shall be waiting in the next!
Post–duty Cutscene
Ramza bas Lexentale: Mother's necklace... But what is it doing here? Unless—
Ramza bas Lexentale: Alma? Alma, are you there?
Alma bas Lexentale: I'm here, Ramza.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Extraordinary. The stones are different, but the craftsmanship is identical. However did it come to be in Ba'Gamnan's possession?
Mikoto: Hmm... though they are indeed of a different shape, the stones appear to be cut from the same crystal.
Montblanc: Oh, they are. Auracite.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Auracite? And what makes you say that?
Montblanc: Can't you feel it? You can feel it, can't you, Hurdy.
Bwagi: Do you recall me telling you that Ba'Gamnan considered the necklace special? Bwagi: It was special because it was entrusted to him by Prince Rasler. He was to return it to Princess Ashelia upon delivering Her Highness from Nalbina Fortress.
Lina Mewrilah: A family keepsake.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Of course! And each necklace—each auracite—has acted as a lodestone, drawing both of our parties closer and closer to Ivalice. Ramza bas Lexentale: Indeed, Father. The auracites guide us.
Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza! Are you recovered? Ramza bas Lexentale: Thank you, Sister. I am well now.
Mikoto: From what we know of the Duma and the Otius, vestiges of one's will may endure in an auracite. Could it be, then, that the desire of the former owner—or creator—of these necklaces was simply to... return to Ivalice?
Lina Mewrilah: But who could that have been? Ramza bas Lexentale: Ramza. Ramza Beoulve. He wanted people to return to his homeland and uncover the truth behind the kingdom's founding! Ramza bas Lexentale: But then why show us Lesalia and Goug, you ask. Ramza bas Lexentale: Simple. We are being tested. The auracite is measuring our worth—seeing if we are deserving of that truth.
Lina Mewrilah: You say these things as if you knew them. But how could you? Nothing we have uncovered suggests anything of the kind. Ramza bas Lexentale: I know you have your doubts, but I can assure you they are misplaced. For now, I must ask you to trust me, Lady Mewrilah.
Lina Mewrilah: Lady Mewrilah? Since when did you—
Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza, are you feeling quite yourself? Ramza bas Lexentale: Of course I am, Sister dearest. I have never felt better!
Montblanc: I sense a disturbance in the aether...
Ramza bas Lexentale: Father. These necklaces are gifts. Gifts from the old gods who once watched over the Ivalicians. It is proof we have their blessing! With the necklaces and the Otius, we can finally prove— Ramza bas Lexentale: Thank you, [Forename]. I know not what came over me...
Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza, you must rest. Ramza bas Lexentale: Leave me be, Alma. Did I not tell you I'll be fine?
Optional
Company Belle: I am delighted you made it back...and in one piece! You must promise to come and see me later, and tell me all that happened. My husband, too.
Mikoto: The next several moons promise to be busy indeed, as we pore over your account of the Clockwork City and your meeting with Yiazmat. Mikoto: If there is aught you wish to ask, pray do it now, before I set about my work in earnest.
Company Tragedian: Our sharp–toothed guests? Why, they took their leave some while ago. Company Tragedian: If the mood was sour upon their arrival, you can imagine how it turned upon hearing of their captain's death. Not a single arm clasped nor farewell uttered. One moment they were here, the next, they were not. Company Tragedian: Though, considering the circumstances—you being the one who did the grisly deed, and all—I will gladly take a silent departure over the alternative. Company Tragedian: Oh, not that you had any choice, mind you. Just...do not be surprised if Bwagi and the others see things a little...differently.
Company Muscle: I owe you an apology, [Forename]. Company Muscle: Long have I trained that I might bring to the stage a vision of unadorned masculinity. Yet, when granted an opportunity to step out onto the greatest stage of all—to join you on your noble expedition—I dart for the shadows like a terror–stricken titmouse! Company Muscle: Is there aught I might do to cleanse my soul of this shame!? Company Muscle: I know! I shall train! Harder! Better! Faster! Stronger!
Company Dancer: One, two, three! One, two, three! Ah, [Forename]. Might I ask of you your advice? Company Dancer: Curiosity finally got the better of me and I descended into Kugane to study the dance of the geiko. It was while I was taking a cup of tea that a young man approached me. Company Dancer: He claimed that he had never before seen someone so beautiful and asked if I would give him a linkpearl. Company Dancer: As an actress, I learned early in my career how to deal with insistant admirers...but this seemed different somehow. Still, I was not about the take any chances, so I bid him a polite farewell and returned to the Prima Vista. Company Dancer: Yet now the shuttle pilot tells me the man comes to the docks every morning on the off chance that I might descend once again into the city. Company Dancer: What am I to do, [Forename]? Is he the same as all the rest? Or might his intentions be noble? Agh! all this fretting is wreaking havoc with my routine!
Company Tragedienne: Since our last chat, I have been thinking. The Garlean Republic—now the Garlean Empire—was originally established by seven tribes, one of which now appears to have been the remnants of a people who, thousands of summers past, migrated from a city thought only to be a legend. Company Tragedienne: But if we Garleans descended from Gougans, who did the Gougans descend from? And who did those people descend from? And those people? If you go back far enough, do we arrive at a single tribe? A single person? Company Tragedienne: They say this world will never be free of strife, but is that merely because we have lost sight of who we are and whence we came? Would you raise your sword to another if you knew he was your own flesh and blood?
Company Thespian: Very well, I shall entertain the principal's notion that we Garleans are partially descended from the displaced inhabitants of that accursed island. It would explain how the Ivalician legend came to Ilsabard, whence our people's knowledge of automate originated, and even why we lack the knack for manipulating aether... Company Thespian: ...But it would also make Ivalice our ancestral home, and the Empire all the more justified in reclaiming it. Company Thespian: This is no conquest. This is no invasion. It is a homecoming. A return to Ivalice.
Company Assistant: Before Cid left, he handed me this queer contraption. Said it was an Allagan storage node, and that if I activated it, I'd hear the principal's voice as if he were standing right beside me. Company Assistant: I've been trying to convince him we could use a device like this in one of our productions, but Mast Jenomis is having none of it. Says it can't be trusted. Would you care to try it?
Company Musician: Rumor has it that you are acquainted with a certain wandering minstrel who just so happens to be visiting Kugane. Now, I am not asking that you introduce me to the man, but I would be forever grateful if you could...well, introduce me to the man. Company Musician: His tales are like towering pyres, each word a speak that ignites a fire in my very soul. What I would not give to set his verses to music. Company Musician: Since our arrival over Kugane, Principal Jenomis has stressed the importance of actively studying the culture and seeking aspects that might be applied to our performances. It's just that...leaving the safety of the Prima Vista is not as easy as it seems. Not that I would expect you to understand. You are a [woman/man] of the world.
Hurdy: I suppose it would be mean–spirited to abandon my brother now that he has finally seen one of his madcap schemes to completion. Especially as I have nowhere else to go. Good thing I am handy with a lute, eh, kupo!
Montblanc: Thanks to you, I've proven my courage! And now, by the sacred laws and charters that bind all theater troupes, the Majestic must admit me to their ranks, kupo! Who should I play first...? Ramza? No, Delita. Definitely Delita.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: I shudder to recall the horror that befell Ba'Gamnan. Witnessing one of such strong convictions succumb to the lure of the auracite was more than enough to convince me that the artifacts are too dangerous to remain in our hands. Jenomis cen Lexentale: Once my quest is at an end, I shall entrust the stones to the Knowing Circle in Sharlayan that they may find them a suitable resting place. Jenomis cen Lexentale: Now, is there aught you wished to ask of me?
Ramza bas Lexentaile: Just you wait, my friends! That necklace belonged to none other than my namesake, Ramza Beoulve, and I shall prove it!
Alma bas Lexentale: I still cannot believe it—my mother's necklace, auracite! Could it truly be that some hidden desire long stored within has been guiding us from the first? Alma bas Lexentale: What if my father's quest to discover Ivalice and wash clean our family name was all someone else's will? ...And he a mere puppet?
Starstruck Youth: You wouldn't happen to be here visiting the imperial airship docked above, would you? Starstruck Youth: You would? Then...do you perchance know of a young woman—a dancer—who works on the vessel? I spoke with her once while she was touring the city, but she has kept to the clouds ever since. Starstruck Youth: Try as I might, I cannot forget her face...her voice...her everything. They haunt me each night as I take my rest...not that I am afforded much rest... Starstruck Youth: My family claims I have lost my mind—that a Garlean makes for an ill match. But I know in my heart they are wrong. Love knows no boundaries, would you not agree? And so I wait. And so I shall go on waiting—forever, if I must.
Speaking with Lina Mewrilah at Kugane Landing
Lina Mewrilah: Another adventure under our belts, eh, [Forename]? I'd best put pen to page before the details fade. Lina Mewrilah: Lesalia... and now Goug. One would think our discoveries more than sufficient to prove the Lexentales' claims, at least with regard to Ivalice's existence. Lina Mewrilah: But something tells me that until Jenomis has proof that his ancestors were not the heretics the church painted them to be, he will not rest. Lina Mewrilah: And then there is the curious case of Ramza. At Alma's throat one moment, all “sister dearest” the next. Lina Mewrilah: He was like a different person when he came to, yet I seem to be alone in wondering exactly what happened to him back at the lighthouse. If you ask this “Lady,” he must have taken quite some bump to the head when he fell. Lina Mewrilah: Then again, it didn't take him long to turn back into his spiteful little self, so... all's well that ends well?