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The End of a World

Quest giver
Alisaie
Location
The Tempest (X:5.5, Y:17.4)
Quest line
Shadowbringers Main Scenario Quests
Level
80
Experience
Experience 22,440
Gil
Gil 895
Previous quest
Main Scenario QuestThe Illuminated Land
Next quest
Main Scenario QuestA Greater Purpose
Feature QuestResponsible Creation
Feature QuestDebate and Discourse
Feature QuestCommunity Cohesion
Patch
5.0

Main Scenario Progress: 645 / 953 (67.7%)

   

Shadowbringers Progress: 104 / 157 (66.2%)

   

Alisaie is steeling herself for the task ahead

— In-game description


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  • Alisaie is steeling herself for the task ahead.

Dialogue

  Alisaie: It's intimidating, yes, but we have to start somewhere...
  Alisaie: Why don't we have a closer look at that tower to the southeast? We might be able to reach it from the edge of the trench.
  Alphinaud: Look at the size of those doors... Now I know how pixies must feel.
  Echoing Voice: Pallavi Wise recognized...
  Welcome to the city of Amaurot.
  Echoing Voice: Will you be riding the lift?
  Alisaie: Wh─!? Did the building just welcome you?
  Urianger: Mayhap it is not so passing strange... Did Emet-Selch not invite Pallavi to visit his abode?
  Urianger: 'Tis plain thy coming was expected.
  Y'shtola: And where will this lift be taking us?
  Echoing Voice: The lift services every level of Achora Heights, but is presently configured to convey passengers directly to the ground floor.
  Y'shtola: Well, there you have it. In the absence of some few hundred yalms of rope, we have little choice but to accept the offer.
  Alisaie: With emphasis on the we. I'm not about to let you walk into that place alone.
  What will you say? I wish to ride the lift. / Ground floor. Now.
  -> Ground floor. Now.
  Echoing Voice: As you wish. The lift will arrive shortly.
  Echoing Voice: Next stop: Ground Floor. Facilities include the Bureau of the Administrator, the Bureau of the Architect, and the Capitol...
  Alisaie: It's only at this distance that you start to realize just how big the buildings truly are... What did that voice call the city? “Amaurot”?
  Thancred: Look! Over there!
  Thancred: Is that...a person? Ah, no, my mistake. That's a giant.
  Thancred: It doesn't seem to have noticed us yet...
  Alphinaud: Giant or no, a resident of this place may have much and more to tell us. I say we make the first move.
  Alisaie: Alphinaud, you can't just─ Ugh!
  Alphinaud: Pray excuse my boldness, but might I ask you a few questions...?
  Robed Giant: Oh, what adorable costumes. Are you children on an excursion? This district has much to teach you.
  Ryne: How odd... That sounded like no language I've ever heard, and yet I understood every word...
  Y'shtola: Just as he understood us.
  Alphinaud: Ahem. And which district is this, exactly?
  Robed Giant: You must be lost, poor things.
  Robed Giant: You stand in the Polyleritae District, wherein lie the institutions most vital to the management of our star.
  -> Can you tell us who rules this city?
  Robed Giant: Who rules...? What a curious question. Mayhap you refer to our supervising body, the Convocation of Fourteen?
  Alisaie: So Emet-Selch isn't the leader here...
  Robed Giant: Emet-Selch is a member of the Convocation. Were you hoping to witness its deeds firsthand?
  Robed Giant: Hm hm hm... Hardly surprising, I suppose. The whole world holds its breath as the Final Days draw near, and our brightest minds race to implement their plans.
  Robed Giant: ...Thus you must understand that gaining an audience at this time will be next to impossible.
  Robed Giant: You should hurry home now, before your families begin to worry. Do you need me to walk you back?
  Alphinaud: N-No thank you. We will be fine.
  Robed Giant: Very well. Take care, little ones...
  Alisaie: What was that all about...?
  Y'shtola: To my eyes, these people appear as arcane entities. I suspect Emet-Selch wove them from aether, much as he reconstructed the rest of the city...
  Urianger: The Final Days...
  Urianger: Such words well befit the oblivion described to us by our Ascian foe.
  Urianger: A catastrophe of unprecedented scale, which did set in motion the summoning of Zodiark...and thence Hydaelyn Herself.
  Ryne: But...that happened centuries and centuries ago, didn't it?
  Ryne: That man spoke as if they were rushing to avert a disaster here and now.
  Alphinaud: Unless... For these people, the distant past is the here and now!
  Urianger: I believe thou hast the right of it, Master Alphinaud. This aetherial Amaurot and its residents appear to be phantoms of a different age.
  Urianger: Emet-Selch hath resurrected a memory─a moment in time from before the star was sundered.
  Thancred: So, we find ourselves in a long-destroyed city inhabited by the long-departed. An unusual situation, to be sure─but at least we're able to parley with these ancients.
  Thancred: ...In fact, they seem downright eager to chat. I say we use this to our advantage─split up, strike up some conversations, and see if we can't learn the location of our quarry.
  Thancred: And while we're at it, it wouldn't hurt to wheedle out a few more details regarding this Convocation of Fourteen and their impending disaster.
  Thancred: To mingling, then. Let's meet back here when our jaws start aching.