Pilgrimage of Light

Pilgrimage of Light

Quest giver

Bright-eyed Child

Location

The Crystarium (X:10.3, Y:10.7)

Quest line

Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
┗ Pilgrim's Traverse Quests

Level

91

Requirements

Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs)
Floor 50 of Palace of the Dead

Gil

 1,477

Previous quest

Endwalker

Next quest

Faerie Tale

Patch

7.35

Links

EDB GT TC

“

The bright-eyed child is regaling her mother with a tale.

— In-game description

Rewards

• 1   Luminous Oil

Unlocks

• 
  Pilgrim's Traverse

Steps

• Search for Fuath.
• Speak to Aenc Daen in Wolekdorf.
• Speak with Ose Wyd.
• Speak with Aenc Daen.
• Speak with Vanthau.

Dialogue

Weary Mother: Oh dear, is she bothering you? We'll be on our way in a moment, my apologies...

Accepting the quest

Bright-eyed Child: It's true, Mummy! I saw one right over there!
Bright-eyed Child: It was green and smooth, and had big round eyes, and a little tail like a leaf. And a feather in its cap!
Bright-eyed Child: Just like the Fuath from my picture books, Mummy! I just know it was a Fuath!
Bright-eyed Child: May we please go and find it? My book says Fuath are water folk, so I bet it went to the Hortorium. Please can we go? Pleeease?

Weary Mother: Hush, child! You're not to go following fae, is that clear? They'll spirit you away to their kingdom, and you'll never see Mummy and Daddy again.
Weary Mother: Besides, a Fuath would never be foolish enough to visit the Crystarium─the guard would have them for frog legs. Now come along, we've shopping to finish, and Daddy is waiting.

Bright-eyed Child: But Mummy! I did see a Fuath! It had a feather in its caaap!

System: A Fuath running loose in the Crystarium would bode ill for the people's safety. It may be best to investigate the Hortorium, just in case...

Search for Fauth (cutscene)

Muttering Fuath: Fie, fie, the damnèd dry
Burns me up and makes me cry.♪
Muttering Fuath: What to make me whole again?
Why, a soul of mortalkin!
Lead them on, and lead them true
To the depths of deepest blue...♪
Muttering Fuath: Ack!!!
Muttering Fuath: I-I shall not suffer your reproach, sir! Standing within my eavesdrop─and with such prejudice!
Muttering Fuath: I'll have you know that I am a paragon among Fuath! Regard these charming brown eyes, and tell me that my innocence is not clear as mud!
Muttering Fuath: [If Hyur] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon whatever's left of your soul. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Elezen] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon the angle of your ears. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Lalafell] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon your dubious kneecaps. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Miqo'te] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon that furry snake attached to your buttocks. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Roegadyn] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon your skin, bone, and muscle. I'm warning you! 
Muttering Fuath: [If Au Ra] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon those shiny, shiny scales. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Hrothgar] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon your befurred hide. I'm warning you!
Muttering Fuath: [If Viera] What's more, I am come to the Crystarium on official business. Impede my mission, and my master will break their fast upon your puffy, wuffy tail. I'm warning you!

???: And I shall warn you, Aenc Daen of waters fair!
???: My good books bent at the spine, my beautiful library flooded, and my Nu Mou keepers fit to faint. Sins of yours, you old croak!
???: 'Twas your promise of service that bought you mercy, yet here you stand, babbling away.

Aenc Daen: Y-Your Majesty!
Aenc Daen: Mistake me not, I remain your dedicated servant!
If this Fuath has offended,
Send them forth, and all is mended.♪
Aenc Daen: But it is dry, and I am tired, and the air is thick with the stench of mortals. My element is water, and I'm out of it!
Aenc Daen: Should I rejoice in my circumstances? Nay, only fools see providence in hardship─only babes find novelty in strife!
Aenc Daen: Though I suppose Madblooms find the fun in everything, don't they, Your Majesty?

Feo Ul: Roll up that tongue before you step on it.
Feo Ul: Never mind that old leatherskin. You, my adorable sapling, are a sight for sore eyes!
Feo Ul: I have followed every step of your journey. Our bond is as sturdy as ever it was.
Feo Ul: Perhaps that is why you have found me now, in my hour of need.
Feo Ul: Errant sin eaters have been roving Il Mheg, you see.
Feo Ul: Clawing their way out of a ruined church of the First Light...
Feo Ul: We have yet to investigate further, as the site is warded with charms repellent to fae folk. Thus, I thought to enlist the help of a mortal from the Crystarium.
Feo Ul: And though it may beggar belief, among the band of troublemakers that owe me penance, Aenc Daen makes the most suitable envoy.
Feo Ul: Being far older than I, and knowing much and more about the church, they were meant to enlist and instruct a sympathetic mortal.

What will you say?
> Why didn't you call me?
> Is that so? Well, best of luck!

< Why didn't you call me? >
Feo Ul: What's this? You demand to be called upon? After spurning my aid time and again!?
Feo Ul: Cruel, heartless sapling! How you toy with your poor branch's affections!
Feo Ul: But as it seems I've had my revenge, all is forgiven.
Feo Ul: Now neither of us need hesitate when calling the other! Understood?

< Is that so? Well, best of luck! >
Feo Ul: Oh, you cruel, heartless sapling! To hear of my plight and not even feign an interest!"
Feo Ul: Is your poor branch not worthy of your courage? Your compassion?
Feo Ul: Or will you force me to say it─that I'd rather the help of no other mortal!
Feo Ul: Would that I could stay cross with you... But I know you won't make me ask again.

Aenc Daen: How delightful! A mortal acquired with nary a befuddlement!
And the faerie proverb known,
That every king should take their own.♪
...May I go now, Your Majesty?

Feo Ul: No. Your service lasts till Il Mheg is no longer plagued by sin eaters. Lead this man to the church's remains and await my arrival.
Feo Ul: I shall see you again shortly, my brave and benevolent hero!

Aenc Daen: <sigh> Come along, mortal, tread downwind. Aenc Daen the Merry will be your guide.
Aenc Daen: To Wolekdorf we make our way.
In Wolekdorf, your heart to sway.♪

Speak with Aenc Daen in Wolekdorf

Aenc Daen: Still in one piece, eh?
The sapling knows where its root grows
Deep in the Kingdom of Rainbows.♪
Aenc Daen: Now, before we proceed further, just how ignorant are you of the Church of the First Light?
Aenc Daen: Oh, what fools you mortals be! Your minds as soft as mallow, upon which you whet the instruments of your own violent demise!
Aenc Daen: Stay, child, and I'll tell you the tale of a faith, a legion, and a grave.
Aenc Daen: Once upon a time, there was a church that worshipped the Light. Its flock believed that, if they were virtuous, it would wrest them from death's very grasp, to be born anew unto this world.
Aenc Daen: The ranks of the faithful grew and grew across Norvrandt, their beloved Light a beacon of hope...ere it turned upon them, scouring the very land and giving rise to a legion of beasts.
Aenc Daen: The church scrambled to defy these creatures, these devourers of sin! Yet the flock's devotion had begun to waver, its quivering sheep terrified of the fate that awaited their mortal souls.
Aenc Daen: As the Kingdom of Voeburt fell, they strayed one by one into the endless day, leaving their churches to suffocate in silence.
Aenc Daen: Now, in those mausoleums of a long-dead faith, bells ring once more...
Aenc Daen: So we must turn a new page in an old fable! Come along, maiden bark, and bend your trunk to the Church at Dammroen Field. The rascals await.

Optional Dialogue

Aenc Daen: Quick-handed fae that play in Il Mheg here,
Which never labored in good faith till now.♪

Tyr Marn: Are you the mortal come to help us? Welcome, welcome!

Vanthau: Ah! G-Greetings...

Speak with Ose Wyd (cutscene)

Ose Wyd: Hm? Hm? Hmmmmmmmmm?
Ose Wyd: Why, it's the king's sapling! The king's sapling has come to play! 
Ose Wyd: I'm Ose Wyd, and these are my fellows. We've all been very naughty! Not as naughty as the Fuath, though. No one's as naughty as the Fuath.
Ose Wyd: I'm in charge of watching, and Vanthau there is in charge of trembling quietly. The biggest among us, yet the frailest of heart!
Ose Wyd: That's Tyr Marn. But I shan't introduce them. There's no telling what they might do!

Aenc Daen: How now, mad spirit? What changes now about these haunted stones?

Ose Wyd: None to speak of! Or to whisper of, or whistle at, or hoot! 
Ose Wyd: The magicks that paved the way for pilgrims of eld are blinking awake from ages of slumber.
Ose Wyd: Like a crusty old eyeball! Blink, blink! 

Vanthau: Sometimes a sin eater will come crawling out... <shudder> The church beyond this portal must be overrun.

Tyr Marn: Fae wards prevent us from entering to sever the connection, unfortunately.

Aenc Daen: Fortune's got naught to do with it. In the old days, those Light-worshipers were always finding reason to shut door and window to us.
Aenc Daen: And no occasion warranted it so much as their most mortal of mortal ceremonies...

???: Obsequies!

Aenc Daen: Well met by moonlight, King Titania! 'Tis just as you say.
Aenc Daen: From man's last breath till his final rites were spoken, the church would not suffer even the suggestion of fae folk.
Aenc Daen: The precious souls of the faithful were promised rebirth! Not an everlasting sojourn into the Kingdom of Rainbows.
Aenc Daen: Beyond the yew trees lies a land
Untouchable by mortal hand.
Eternal live the faeries there,
Without rebirth, without a prayer.♪
Aenc Daen: 'Twould put a damper on funerals were we to steal away souls of the dearly departed. And so the wards went up.

Ose Wyd: Then we know what's afoot, don't we!
Ose Wyd: They're having a funeral in there─in a church rife with sin eaters!

Titania: The onus of discovery is yours, I'm afraid. You'll lay to rest whatever's being laid to rest, won't you?
Titania: In the meantime, I will support you in any way I can.
Titania: First, with a gift from the castle vault. These will serve you well upon your journey.
Titania: Your determination is a fierce beauty, my sapling. Among the finest I have ever seen!
Titania: 'Tis too precious to lose to a horde of greedy sin eaters. So you must call me if ever you are in danger.

Aenc Daen: Begging your pardon, Majesty, but the church's uncouth wards make no exception for royalty. Not even you could blow down those walls, huff and puff though you might.

Titania: Perhaps. As a pixie, my path is barred. The only ones permitted to attend a funeral are living mortals...
Titania: ...and the faithful deceased.
Titania: Among the church's forgotten trinkets, you may find incense of juniper. Burn it, and think of me.
Titania: All shall return to its rightful place, and I will come to you, my sapling.

Aenc Daen: Light and silence! So that's what you mean!
Aenc Daen: Our monarch proud, our monarch great,
The faerie king who cheats their fate.
Let all who meet them quail and cow'r
Afore the Madbloom's maddest pow'r!♪

Titania: Come, my sapling, you have much to prepare.
Titania: Return to Wolekdorf and attend our hero. Your service pays your debt and aids your kingdom.

Optional Dialogue

Vanthau: (Ch-Charged with attending the royal sapling!? Oh dear, oh dear...)

Ose Wyd: I don't have to watch out for sin eaters anymore! They have to watch out for you!

Tyr Marn: At last, our campaign begins! I'm eager to learn what the wards protect, aren't you?

Speak with Aenc Daen

Aenc Daen: First things first, suppletrunk─let's have a closer look at the king's gift.
Aenc Daen: A royal gift in times of need
Must be of greatest worth, indeed.♪

Cutscene

Aenc Daen: Hmm... That is this, and this is that...
Aenc Daen: Oho! Their Majesty's foresight is formidable─or should I say their sincerity is unassailable?
Aenc Daen: ...Very well. I have the short and long of it.
Aenc Daen: To summarize, the king has gifted you sacred weaponry. Arcane weaponry.
Aenc Daen: “But I have my own steel,” you say. “My own magicked tomes and instruments of blunt trauma!” All useless inside the great churches of the First Light.
Aenc Daen: The chapel walls enforce an armistice, protected by charms that melt aggression from the blade like butter under midday sun. To wit, your mortal armaments will gently caress the sin eaters before they kill you.
Aenc Daen: The king's gift, however, is immune to the church's spellwork. Allied with your more barbaric instincts, there is little destruction its power cannot realize.
Aenc Daen: In theory, anyway. After gathering dust in the royal vault for this long, these sacramental arms do look a bit...limp.

Ose Wyd: Give them time, give them time! With enough use, any weapon will remember what it's made for.
Ose Wyd: I would know─I make a habit of making weapons!

Tyr Marn: In the course of making mischief, I would wager.

Aenc Daen: One more thing: the king thought fit to include a golden censer.
Aenc Daen: 'Twould seem the suggestion to burn incense was not made in jest...though whether the juniper will truly summon Titania to your side is for you to discover.
Aenc Daen: Burn what you find, for what you burn
May cause a fortune foul to turn.
When all is done and all is said,
Better to try than wind up dead!♪
Aenc Daen: Whatever else you find lying abandoned is yours to take. The threat of divine punishment has long since passed...most likely.

Tyr Marn: If you encounter any artifacts you can't make sense of, I'll be happy to appraise them for you.
Tyr Marn: No matter whose, secrets are simply made to be revealed, are they not!? Such scrumptious little truffles...

Ose Wyd: I'll keep my mischief if you keep your mushrooms. Deal?

Aenc Daen: A final word of the wise to you, mortal.
Aenc Daen: Though the Church of the First Light may lie in ruin, its chapels are still connected across Norvrandt by a web of living magicks, not unlike your aetherytes.
Aenc Daen: Be not surprised if your journey leads you to farther-flung lands than you imagined.
Aenc Daen: From chapel door to chapel door,
No one can know what lies in store.
A blessing or perhaps a curse
Upon the long pilgrim's traverse!♪
Aenc Daen: Follow the stones, royal sapling─and unearth the root of our troubles.

Vanthau: I-It may not be much, but I can carry you to the portal. Save you the walk?
Vanthau: Just be sure that you're fully prepared before we go.

Optional Dialogue

Aenc Daen: Farewell, sweet goodfellow. I'd pray for you were I not a Fuath.

Tyr Marn: This punishment of mine is shaping up to be rather exciting! I only thought to sate my intellectual curiosity, you see, but I ended up crossing a line. Or two. Or three...

Ose Wyd: I promise not to do a mischief upon you, royal sapling. This artful artisan is here to help!

Speak with Vanthau

Vanthau: I-If you ever feel overwhelmed, there's no shame in turning back.
Vanthau: Were anything to happen to you, the king would... <shudder> Just please be careful.
Vanthau: ...All right, then. Whenever you're ready.