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Going Underground

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Fourchenault
Location
Old Sharlayan (X:11.3, Y:6.5)
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88
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Experience 501,600
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“

Fourchenault's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip is being sorely tested.

— In-game description


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  • Fourchenault's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip is being sorely tested.
  • Alphinaud's proposal to aid the Forum in improving their starship in exchange for being allowed to borrow it for some unspecified undertaking was, surprisingly, accepted by the majority. Fourchenault, who was on the losing side of the vote, now finds himself forced to comply with the wishes of the Forum and guide the Scions to the secret location where the ark is undergoing its final adjustments.
  • The descent into the lower reaches of Labyrinthos begins at the Archeion, though you are required to obtain permission to ride the lift before proceeding farther. Having seen to the arrangements, Fourchenault leads the way to the Medial Circuit.
  • You follow Fourchenault past the many and varied facilities of the Medial Circuit, before arriving at Logistikon Alpha.
  • Alphinaud regales you with a tale from his childhood in which his father taught him the fundamentals of precipitation. Though somewhat unrelated to your present endeavor, the anecdote serves to remind you that relations between Alphinaud and Fourchenault were not always as strained as they have been in recent years...
  • You ride the lift down to the Central Circuit, where the Forum's greatest secrets are apparently kept. Despite the many hurdles you were required to overcome to even set foot here, Fourchenault permits you free rein of the area. However, as time is of the essence, you decide that you had best save your wandering for another time.
  • Fourchenault explains that the aetherburner is being constructed in a nearby location under the supervision of one Kokkol Dankkol. He then leads the way down the path, followed closely by your fellow Scions.
  • After finally rousing Kokkol Dankkol from his pondering, the eccentric engineer explains that in order to render the ark capable of achieving the required speeds, he must obtain large quantities of refined adamantite. Though you are no stranger to seeking out rare materials, this particular alloy is believed to be found only in certain highly coveted Allagan artifacts, such as those hidden in the depths of Dalamud's shards. Given the inherent risk in venturing inside these sites, Kokkol has refrained from sending gleaners to procure the adamantite. Luckily for him and the Scions, you have an extensive network of able-bodied warriors ready and willing to undertake such expeditions. With an impromptu linkpearl conversation, Alphinaud arranges for quantities of the metal to be delivered from every corner of the world─along with a Far Eastern relic or two from Othard─which should resolve Kokkol's predicament.
  • With so many visitors expected to be pouring into Sharlayan in the near future, Krile decides to return to the surface to make the necessary arrangements. She also hints that she may have her own means of acquiring refined adamantite, but decides to keep her source a secret for the time being.

Dialogue

Optional dialogue 

Alphinaud: As Father seems so eager to help, maybe we can have him educate us about the aetherburner.

Accepting the quest

Fourchenault: As instructed, I shall take you to see the aetherburner.
Fourchenault: 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...

Optional dialogue 

Krile: Do they intend to carry everything in the Archeion to the moon? They said they'd started loading scientific records and biological samples, but do they really need all of it?

Thancred: Some would surely object to the Forum allowing “foreign elements” to have the run of their secret facilities. We should count ourselves lucky.

G'raha Tia: It has been many moons since I last visited Labyrinthos. As vast as the archives were back then, they've only continued to grow in the days since.

Estinien: I don't understand the appeal of reshaping it to look like the world above. Make your peace with what it is, or go outside if that's what you prefer.

Y'shtola: That we have been granted permission to enter the lower levels is proof of our increased standing. Would that they had been willing to confide in us sooner...

Urianger: Among the many and varied documents sent to the moon, I did chance upon several inventories made in the Archeion.
Urianger: Mayhap the Forum believed such records would provide insight into the intricacies of clerical duties. Regardless, the Loporrits did not consider them worthy of more than a cursory glance.

Alphinaud: Where once we were refused entry, we are now welcomed as guests...

Alisaie: It seems so long ago we first set foot here.

Speak with Fourchenault outside the Archeion.

Fourchenault: Our destination lies in the lower levels.
Fourchenault: The Forum, in its wisdom, has granted you access to the Archeion's lift.
Fourchenault: Step inside and have Ophilyne take you to the Medial Circuit.

Speak with Fourchenault again.

Fourchenault: I have sent your associates ahead to Logistikon Alpha, on the other side of Meryall Agronomics.
Fourchenault: Actually...there is something I have been meaning to...
Fourchenault: ...No, never mind. It can wait. Let us attend to the matter at hand.

Optional dialogue 

Urianger: On our journey here, I was filled with an inexplicable sense of elation to see vegetables other than carrots being cultivated. Why, it near brought a tear to mine eye...

G'raha Tia: We must be close to the Central Circuit, which is where Sharlayan's greatest secrets are held...if the tomes I perused told the whole story.

Estinien: The fields we passed along the way brought back memories...of Ferndale. Unfortunately, we were never blessed with such abundant crops.

Y'shtola: The further underground we go, the more surprises we find.

Alisaie: I wonder what this place is actually for...

Thancred: Knowing the Forum, even the people working down here are probably kept in the dark about the true purpose of this place...

Krile: Oh, there you are. Having words with Master Fourchenault, by any chance?

Speak with Alphinaud. (Cutscene)

Alphinaud: We are to wait here while our father arranges for us to use the next lift.
Alphinaud: “Here” being Logistikon Alpha, where the atmospheric conditions of Labyrinthos are regulated.
Alphinaud: Water is drawn from underground and dispersed as vapor, stimulating the formation of artificial clouds and rain.
Alphinaud: 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.
Alphinaud: 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.
Urianger: 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.
Urianger: 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.
Fourchenault: 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...
Fourchenault: It is also a testing ground for the technologies that will allow us to settle on distant stars.
Fourchenault: 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.
Fourchenault: Alas, time is not on our side.
Fourchenault: 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.
Fourchenault: 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.

Speak with Hester.

Hester: By decree of the Forum, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn are permitted to enter the Central Circuit.

Optional dialogue 

Urianger: The temperate environment here is not unlike that of Bestways Burrow, though the diverse vegetation doth produce a far more complex bouquet of aromas. A welcome difference indeed, for I have grown weary of the scent of carrots...

Estinien: I have no idea what makes Alphinaud so confident we can solve this problem of theirs. Relentless optimism, I presume. A not-unwelcome trait in a youth...but less so in a gambler. Aye ─ let us resolve never to let him set foot in the Gold Saucer.

Thancred: The farther down we travel, the more expansive the sky above becomes, artificial though it is.
Thancred: Would that the heavens elsewhere could be so idyllic...

Y'shtola: I imagine the secrets kept here would be of great benefit to mine own research, but I will refrain from indulging my curiosity for the time being.

G'raha Tia: The sooner we can get a look at this aetherburner of theirs, the sooner we can start working out how to improve it!

Krile: We might finally have the chance to commune directly with Hydaelyn...provided we somehow manage to succeed where Sharlayan's finest engineers have failed. Still, it won't hurt to have a look!

Alphinaud: This is it... The Central Circuit!

Alisaie: Please tell me we're almost there... Or is there another underground level we have to reach? The Even-more-central Circuit, perhaps?

Speak with Fourchenault.

Fourchenault: The aetherburner is being constructed not far from here.
Fourchenault: Overseeing the work is Kokkol Dankkol, after whom the forge is named.
Fourchenault: Once the necessary introductions have been made, I shall leave you with him to discuss the particulars. This way.

Optional dialogue 

Y'shtola: While many of the facilities within the Central Circuit seem to be visible from the upper levels, the more secretive work must be carried out behind closed doors.

Estinien: I was expecting the Skysteel Manufactory, but instead I find the village smithy...

G'raha Tia: He hasn't even realized we're here... Or perhaps he has realized, but just doesn't care.

Urianger: Surely the Forum hath already petitioned the aid of the Loporrits, given their familiarity with such technologies...

Thancred: For a closely guarded secret, you can see practically everything from outside, even with the magical barrier surrounding it...

Alisaie: Is he...talking to himself?

Krile: He looks lost in thought, although it seems he's hit something of a stumbling block...

Alphinaud: Perhaps you'd like to break the ice?

Fourchenault: This is the man we seek. Do try not to startle him...

Speak with Kokkol Dankkol. (Cutscene)

Kokkol Dankkol: I could swap 'em out... No ─ been there, done that, damn near lost me eyebrows...
Kokkol Dankkol: 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...
Fourchenault: 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.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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'.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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!
Kokkol Dankkol: ...But it ain't perfect.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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.
Kokkol Dankkol: “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.
Fourchenault: The moon's propulsion systems are considerable, naturally, yet they are commensurately massive.
Fourchenault: 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.
G'raha Tia: 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!
Kokkol Dankkol: Ain't a living soul that knows how to make it, though.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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.
Kokkol Dankkol: Drive cores from Ragnarok - class internment hulks ─ those are the prize bits we really need.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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.
Kokkol Dankkol: It's rough goin' in there, even for the cream. Not sure they'd make it out alive...
If you've completed The Second Coil of Bahamut - Turn 4.
Alisaie: ...Weren't we near that part of the Ragnarok when we went to destroy Bahamut?

 What will you say?
> 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.
If you've completed The Second Coil of Bahamut - Turn 4.
> The White Raven's ghost... it haunts me...
   Alisaie: Heavens, are you alright? You look pale as a...well!
   Alisaie: Best put that battle from your mind for now. Deep breaths, that's it...
> This sounds like a job for someone else. 

Alphinaud: Hmm... There are multiple internment hulks in Eorzea alone, so handling this ourselves may not be the most efficient option.
Alphinaud: Rather, if we could salvage adamantite from the shards simultaneously...
Alphinaud: 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.
Alphinaud: 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.
G'raha Tia: 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.
Cirina: 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!
Kokkol Dankkol: Anyroad, if you're offerin', I wouldn't say no to one of those Far Eastern sacred relics.
Kokkol Dankkol: 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.
Cirina: 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!
Sicard: 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.
Alphinaud: Now let us consider our next steps, shall we? There's yet much to be done.

Optional dialogue 

If you've completed The Second Coil of Bahamut - Turn 4.
Alisaie: Though Bahamut is long gone, the internment hulks are far from safe.
Alisaie: It could be much worse, of course. They won't have to fight their way past Meracydian dragons, nor is there any danger the elder primal might be summoned again.
Alisaie: Even so, I daresay there are still a fair few Allagan creations and contraptions remaining to bar our friends' way. I only hope that Grandfather watches over them
If you haven't completed The Second Coil of Bahamut - Turn 4.
Alisaie: Well, I'm all for relying on the power of friendship, but we're now left with the rare luxury of having nothing to do. There must be something that requires our attention!

Kokkol Dankkol: 'Preciate you doin' all this, but I ain't gettin' me hopes up just yet!

Thancred: First the Telophoroi, and now the Final Days. Heh ─ no one can accuse the Ilsabard contingent of backing down from a challenge!
Thancred: Of course, they weren't all so committed to the cause when we first set out.
Thancred: But after seeing the example set by you, Alphinaud, and the others, the change was palpable. They couldn't help but believe.

Alphinaud: There are no oaths or contracts binding the members of the Ilsabard contingent, and in many ways, it was even more loosely organized than the Crystal Braves.
Alphinaud: Nevertheless, I knew none would refuse this call to arms. Truly, we have been blessed with trustworthy and dependable allies.

G'raha Tia: Time and time again, it seems that Allagan something-or-other are either the cause of or the solution to our problems.
G'raha Tia: Hmm... To think the selfsame materials that once launched Dalamud will now be used to help ferry mankind to the moon. There's a poetry in that.

Y'shtola: I'm confident that even the deadliest of Allagan defense mechanisms are no match for our allies.
Y'shtola: At this rate, some of them might soon have as many accomplishments to their names as a certain Warrior of Light.

Estinien: ...Considering how much of a fuss he made at the time, I don't see why he takes every opportunity to bring it up. It was just firewood.


Speak with Krile.

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!
Krile: 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.
Krile: 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!
Krile: And on that note, I leave matters here in your capable hands. Best of luck!

Meanwhile, in Ul'dah... 

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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Fyrgeiss, we have need of your Stone Torches.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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 Zirnberk 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: 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.
Nanamo Ul Namo: And yet, when we Eorzeans rose from the ashes to rebuild our broken realm, did we not learn one simple truth?
Nanamo Ul Namo: That which seems all but impossible to overcome alone, may yet be possible if we stand together.
Nanamo Ul Namo: It was the Scions who united us then, and it is the Scions who call upon us now.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Ul'dah will answer that call. We will summon our courage, and join the fight for our world's future.
Nanamo Ul Namo: You know your duties! I, Nanamo Ul Namo, seventeenth in the line of Ul, bid you good luck and godsspeed!

Meanwhile, in the Black Shroud... 

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.
A-Ruhn-Senna: 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.
Lyse: 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...

Meanwhile, in Coerthas... 

Emmanellain: We've no time to waste, Brother! Everyone has already... Ah.


Emmanellain: That...that was a roar. A dragon's roar!

Meanwhile, in the Ruby Sea... 

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.
Hancock: Hm? Is that...?
Soroban: Hancock? What a surprise this is!
Soroban: And a fortuitous one at that. I have a favor to ask, you see...

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