Minstrel from Another Mother

Quest giver: Minstreling Wanderer
Location: The Crystarium (X:7.5, Y:12.5)
Level: 80
Required quest: Shadowbringers
Patch: 5.0
Links: GT TC

“

I am a wanderer by trade, but a minstrel at heart. A keeper of tales, a singer of songs, a preserver of forgotten truths. Yet in defiance of my itinerant nature, I have elected to remain here for a time and compose new works.
You being a traveling sinner, I'm sure you've seen your share of adventures. Such stories often serve as the best sort of inspiration. Perhaps I could persuade you to regale me with one or two?

— In-game description

Minstrel from Another Mother is a level 80 quasi-quest that serves as an unlock method for some extreme-difficulty trials in Shadowbringers. There are no steps to this quest: talking to the questgiver both accepts and completes the quest.

Though the quest is "completed" upon talking to the Minstreling Wanderer, players must go back and talk to him again each time they complete the necessary prerequisites in order to unlock the associated extreme-difficulty encounter.

Note that The Epic of Alexander (Ultimate) is unlocked by talking to the Wandering Minstrel in Kugane, and Cinder Drift (Extreme), Castrum Marinum (Extreme), and The Cloud Deck (Extreme) are unlocked by talking to the Warmachina Fanatic in The Lochs. This is presumably because those duties are associated with the Source instead of the First.

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Minstreling Wanderer: Wait, wait, wait. Aren't you...
Minstreling Wanderer: Yes, I thought so. [Forename Surname], correct? You've been keeping very busy if all the rumors are to be believed.
Minstreling Wanderer: Hmm? Why are you staring at me with such intensity? Pray tell, have I said something to offend you?

 What will you say?
> How in the seven hells did you wind up in this world?
> You can cross the rift. You of all people...

Minstreling Wanderer: Judging by your cryptic comments I gather I bear a resemblance to someone you know? But I can assure you that we have never met before, you and I.
Minstreling Wanderer: Don't believe me? Then let us be friends. The more you learn about me, the more you will come to realize how different I am from this other “me.”
Minstreling Wanderer: I am a wanderer by trade, but a minstrel at heart. A keeper of tales, a singer of songs, a preserver of forgotten truths. Yet in defiance of my itinerant nature, I have elected to remain here for a time and compose new works.
Minstreling Wanderer: You being a traveling sinner, I'm sure you've seen your share of adventures. Such stories often serve as the best sort of inspiration. Perhaps I could persuade you to regale me with one or two?

Minstreling Wanderer: As a sinner of the world, you must surely have all manner of exciting experiences to share. I pray you regale me with your finest, that it may inspire me to write a song that shall echo in eternity.

> Talk about Titania.

Minstreling Wanderer: I am all ears, [Forename]...
Minstreling Wanderer: The most esteemed of all fae folk, the venerated ruler of the pixies and the Kingdom of Rainbows. What tragedy for Titania to go forth in defense of their subjects, only to be corrupted and transformed into that which they fought to defeat...
Minstreling Wanderer: A mad monarch, once beloved, then feared, and finally set free...
Minstreling Wanderer: There, 'tis done. And you shall be the first to hear it performed.

 Minstreling Wanderer: For love of the fae folk the King fought Light and fell,♪ Pure spirit, corrupted, in thrall to Light's spell,♪
 Minstreling Wanderer: Four treasures did lead him unto the castle door,♪ Four treasures did free the king from torment evermore...♪

 Minstreling Wanderer: I can only imagine the horror that must have gripped Titania in the moments before the transformation was complete. Knowing that the very people you had sworn to protect would soon suffer and die by your hand...
Minstreling Wanderer: It is an all-too-familiar tale to those of us who have struggled to survive in the wake of the Flood. We can but hope that the night's return is of comfort to their soul, should some aspect of it endure.
Minstreling Wanderer: With the passing of the Light, the fae now dance beneath starlit skies. Where before they mourned, they now rejoice. You made this possible, my friend.
Minstreling Wanderer: I look forward to hearing more of your adventures.

The Dancing Plague (Extreme) is now accessible.

> Talk about Innocence

Minstreling Wanderer: You have a tale for me, my friend?
Minstreling Wanderer: The benevolent savior who would lord over paradise itself. The only ruler fit for a stagnant monument to hedonistic excess ─ Lord Vauthry. But of course he would claim the title of Innocence for himself in the end.
Minstreling Wanderer: I cannot speak to whether or not he was a monster as a child, but I can sing of his monstrous deeds and what became of him as a man.

Minstreling Wanderer: Beneath blinding skies the lord of Light reigns supreme,♪ From his lofty perch to floating fortress he retreats to plot and scheme,♪
Minstreling Wanderer: Heavenly exile, born of man and sin, embrace your ascension,♪ And fall, Warden resplendent, in vain pursuit of perfection...♪

Minstreling Wanderer: Though he summoned every onze of his strength as a champion of Light, in the end Vauthry was no match for the Warriors of Darkness.
Minstreling Wanderer: He wouldn't be the first to cloak himself in the trappings of righteousness. They are too common by half, some might even say. Nevertheless, I hope his example serves as a reminder of what evil men may do in the name of so-called good.
Minstreling Wanderer: You and yours did well to lay him low. No doubt you will confront other villains in the days ahead ─ and I should be most eager to hear your full account after.

The Crown of the Immaculate (Extreme) is now accessible.

> Talk about Hades.

Minstreling Wanderer: “Hades”...? I have traversed countless lands and heard innumerable tales, and yet that name is unfamiliar to me. Pray tell me more.
Minstreling Wanderer: The very man who flooded this world in Light, that its extinction might bring about the Rejoining he sought... An Ascian who lived a thousand thousand lives in pursuit of this single-minded goal until he fell...at your hand.
Minstreling Wanderer: There is a part of me that cannot help but feel that it is not my place to tell this man's story. To sing of the ambitions that spurred him to wreak such wanton destruction, and those that compelled you to see that his dream would die in vain.
Minstreling Wanderer: And yet, if you will permit me a moment's indulgence and a measure of poetic license, I would grace your ears with a tune. I call it, “Requiem for a Hero.”

Minstreling Wanderer: His homeland lost to memory, through eons did he strive.♪ Dark masks he wore, fell plots he hatched, to keep vain hope alive.♪
Minstreling Wanderer: Until the end, that fateful day, when shadow clashed with light.♪ True name revealed, his dying wish: remember us as we fade into night.♪

Minstreling Wanderer: ...A most challenging subject to put into words, indeed. And yet, I can take some small solace in knowing that the entirety of the tale, in all its tragic and terrible glory, will live on within you.
Minstreling Wanderer: I must say, I find it quite fascinating how this Emet-Selch chose to reveal his true name on the verge of the battle that would prove to be his downfall. I am reminded that the Night's Blessed have a similar tradition, in which they conceal their true names outside of rare occasions, such as funerals...
Minstreling Wanderer: What significance might the act of announcing his true name have carried for him? A matter to ponder, perhaps, should you wish to fully grasp the nature of your foe ─ of the shadow to your light...

The Minstrel's Ballad: Hades's Elegy is now accessible.

> Talk about the Warrior of Light

Minstreling Wanderer: The Warrior of Light incarnate, you say? Consider me intrigued. Pray tell me this tale.

Minstreling Wanderer: That such a fierce battle unfolded atop the tower, the culmination of a conflict spanning eons...
Minstreling Wanderer: And by your hand did you strike down this Elidibus, thereby putting an end to the Ascian menace.
Minstreling Wanderer: Had you not prevailed, we would not be enjoying the peace which we now have. We all owe you a tremendous debt.
Minstreling Wanderer: And yet...I cannot help but spare a thought for the defeated. Though history will paint them as villains, the Ascians were driven by a deep and abiding desire to which all men may relate.
Minstreling Wanderer: When one imagines the anguish and sorrow they must have felt, victory seems to lose its savor...
Minstreling Wanderer: So such thoughts trouble even he who dealt the felling blow.
Minstreling Wanderer: I am neither a philosopher nor a leader ─ just another minstrel. So pray allow me to speak of it in a language that is near and dear to a minstrel's heart: love.

Minstreling Wanderer: When two men fall for the same woman, even should all things be equal, the feelings of one are destined to be unrequited.
Minstreling Wanderer: Thus is there never a shortage of the broken-hearted drowning their sorrows in taverns, and nary an evening goes by without me being called upon to sing mournful ballads of loves lost.
Minstreling Wanderer: Yet in spite of the pain that love inflicts, man can stop seeking it out no more than he can choose to stop breathing.
Minstreling Wanderer: Nay, he will never cease to struggle to find love. No matter the weight of sorrow and regret he bears, the yearning and desire drives him on.
Minstreling Wanderer: For love is the greatest emotion of all. It is a veritable force of nature, transcending reason as it moves us to action. Causing old wounds to tear open anew, again, and again, and again...
Minstreling Wanderer: Yet by the same token, it makes the love at which we finally arrive all the sweeter. And we should savor it, and let nothing diminish the joy it brings.
Minstreling Wanderer: Even should you taste bitter defeat, the sorrow you feel is testament to the strength of your passion. The flame that burns silently within you, perceivable only to you and you alone.
Minstreling Wanderer: There is no need to extinguish that flame. Nay, let it burn until it is spent, and one day, the ashes it leaves behind will become something more than the remnants of your pain.

What will you say?
> I understand... I think.
> Uh..come again?

Minstreling Wanderer: Haha, such are the words of a minstrel, my friend. They must be somewhat open to interpretation, that the listener is allowed to find his own meaning.
Minstreling Wanderer: But I digress. We were speaking about the battle between the Warrior of Light and the Warrior of Darkness...and such a battle it was! An exemplary subject for song.
Minstreling Wanderer: I believe I shall place the focus of the piece upon the climax of the confrontation, the better to weave an enthralling epic...

Minstreling Wanderer: The epic of two heroes - one arrayed in Light, and one clad in Darkness...

The Seat of Sacrifice (Extreme) is now accessible.

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