The Next Ship to Sail
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
The Next Ship to Sail
- Quest giver
- Alphinaud
- Location
- The Rising Stones (X:6.0, Y:5.9)
- Quest line
Endwalker Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 80
- Experience
448,800- Gil
1,135- Previous quest
Death Unto Dawn- Next quest
- Old Sharlayan, New to You
- Patch
- 6.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 699 / 978 (71.5%)
Endwalker Progress: 1 / 155 (0.6%)
“Alphinaud is feeling the need to take stock
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Walkthrough
The coffer's contents are HQ . As this gear is worse than the level 80 
Poetics gear, you might consider selling it on the Market Board to other players. Alternatively, it can be used while leveling secondary jobs.
Steps
- Speak with Tataru in Limsa Lominsa.
- Speak with Krile.
Journal
- Alphinaud is feeling the need to take stock.
- Alphinaud calls the Scions to a meeting in Dawn's Respite that they might review what they know of the Telophoroi and their ominous towers. Events in Garlemald reinforce their suspicions that the onslaught of lunar primals is only a precursor to a far more deadly crisis -- a crisis which must be stopped at any cost. As you ponder your options, Tataru interrupts the gathering to bring word from Krile that you may now journey unto Sharlayan, as well as instructions to make all haste to the docks in Limsa Lominsa.
- After an emotional farewell, you board the ship bound for Sharlayan. At sea you are greeted by a most unexpected visitor, Hydaelyn, who confirms some of what you know, and hints at more that you do not. Her weighty words still echo in your mind as the famous city of scholars appears on the horizon...
- Your entry into Sharlayan is not as smooth as you had hoped, but the timely arrival of Krile and her convincing arguments is enough to assuage the immigration officer's suspicions. Nevertheless, you deem it wise to move some distance away from the bureaucrat before you discuss the delicate matters at hand.
- Krile expresses relief at your safe arrival, and bids you take a moment to regain your land legs. If you are to embark on a quest for answers, you must mind your step on the treacherous path ahead...
Dialogue
Optional dialogue
Urianger: Much and more have we discovered of the Telophoroi's machinations since Thancred and I did return from Garlemald. Verily, their troops doth appear to have been tempered in much the same manner as those engaged in the construction of the towering edifice in the capital.
Thancred: When Arenvald tried to free the Amalj'aa held in the tower, it triggered some sort of alarum and the captives were killed instantly. As such, we have no choice but to leave them in the clutches of the Telophoroi until a means of rescuing them has been found. Thancred: In the meantime, the summonings of lunar primals will continue. Just as we must rely on the Grand Company of Eorzea to put down such entities and prevent any further abductions, so too do they rely on us to come through with our investigation.
Tataru: I've a feeling the journey to Sharlayan is going to be quite the test of your nerves, in more ways than one. You'll miss this place while you're away, I just know it! But for now, the best thing you can do is get plenty of rest while we wait to hear from Krile.
G'raha Tia: Not only do the members of the Forum intend to adhere to their long-standing policy of nonintervention, they made a point of sending Master Fourchenault here to explicitly state that fact. Rather than simply refusing to involve themselves in our affairs, it would appear they are actively trying to prevent us from meddling in theirs. G'raha Tia: That does, of course, make Krile's mission of securing our entry into Sharlayan nigh on impossible, but I am confident that she will find a way regardless.
Estinien: After the end of the Dragonsong War, I spent many a moon roaming. Kugane, Radz-at-Han...even Garlemald. But never Sharlayan. Estinien: In all honesty, a nation populated entirely by bookish types like Alphinaud is not a place that appeals to me...
Y'shtola: Those who are brought within close proximity of the towers are tempered into serving Garlemald, then forced to summon lunar primals with aether drawn from the land. Y'shtola: But even having understood this, we are yet to uncover what the Telophoroi wish to achieve by all this. Are the towers purely for strategic advantage or do they serve some other purpose?
Alisaie: Whatever it is my father and the Forum are hiding, I'm determined to get to the bottom of it.
Ephemie: I have conveyed Lord Aymeric's wishes to Coultenet and the others. For the present, their role will be to facilitate communication between our allies and gather information on our enemy.
Accepting the Quest
Alphinaud: [Forename], do you have some time to talk? Alphinaud: I would like to gather everyone in Dawn's Respite and together assess the situation in which we find ourselves...
Alphinaud: Let us take stock of the facts, shall we? The crisis at hand began with the sudden appearance of ominous towers in a multitude of locations throughout the world. Alphinaud: We have since learned that said structures were brought into being by an organization known as the “Telophoroi.” Alphinaud: The Telophoroi's stated purpose is to recreate the Final Days of eons past, an apocalyptic event that would result in the destruction of all we hold dear. Already have these towers of theirs been the cause of untold suffering. Alisaie: Countless innocents kidnapped and imprisoned, their faith perverted for primal summonings... Alisaie: And unless we find a way to deal with the corruptive aura surrounding the spires, we can't even get close enough to rescue anyone. Alisaie: Those shielded with the blessing of Light seem able to resist being tempered, at least. Alisaie: But after what happened to Arenvald and Fordola, we need to be very, very careful about how we proceed... Thancred: Yet while these threats close to home are of paramount concern, we mustn't lose sight of the situation in Garlemald. Thancred: As you know, the Telophoroi are under the leadership of Fandaniel and one other delightful fellow: Zenos yae Galvus, the crown prince and our dear friend. Thancred: To date, he's reclaimed his old body, murdered Emperor Varis, and plunged Garlemald into an even deeper pit of chaos. Thancred: The capital has probably seen the worst of it. For a good while there, it saw the bloodiest fighting in the war of succession. But that has since changed ─ and in troubling ways... Urianger: Aye, during our reconnaissance, the air was not once rent by the barking of cannons or the cries of discord. 'Twas an eerie fog of silence which did blanket that ruined city. Urianger: The inhabitants appeared to have been tempered, and with nary a word spoken did they labor to transform the palace into a soaring edifice born of nightmares. Y'shtola: If they were indeed made thralls, it seems safe to assume that these events, too, were orchestrated by the Telophoroi. Y'shtola: An army of primals is awful enough, but in light of recent developments, I fear it is only the prelude to an even greater catastrophe. Y'shtola: We need to devise a means to counter this threat, and quickly, before our allies are overwhelmed. G'raha Tia: We will find a way in Sharlayan, I am sure of it. G'raha Tia: Master Fourchenault's comments regarding the Final Days were curious to say the least. The Forum knows more than it is letting on... Tataru: Sorry to interrupt! Tataru: We've just received word from Mistress Krile! She says that arrangements for your visit have been finalized. Tataru: You're to head to Limsa Lominsa and board the next ship bound for Sharlayan... Tataru: And on arrival, present yourselves as “associates of the Students of Baldesion,” come to assist with the order's restoration. Estinien: The arrangements may be settled, but what of your thoughts? They must race at the prospect of returning home after so long. Alphinaud: ...I am eager to see it, of course. Of course... Ahem. We should set off at once! Tataru: Then I'll accompany you to the docks. You need at least one person there to wave and cry and wish you a safe journey!
Optional dialogue
Ephemie: Safe journeys! And please, do be careful!
Optional dialogue
Alphinaud: Though a part of me looks forward to returning home, I've not forgotten that my father stripped us of the privileges of our family name. I hope it doesn't cause trouble with the officials upon our arrival...
Alisaie: What a grim reason to bring you to Sharlayan. Not much to be done about it, I suppose, but I would've liked to give you the grand tour under happier circumstances.
Y'shtola: I might have lived in Master Matoya's cave for a good part of my life, but even for me, the thought of “returning” to Sharlayan is quite exciting. I can hardly imagine how it is for the others who lived most of their lives there.
Thancred: Contrary to what you might think, this will be like going home for me as well. I may have learned how to survive in Limsa Lominsa, but it was in Sharlayan where I was taught ─ quite relentlessly, I might add ─ the skills to properly live.
Urianger: I shudder to think what manner of truth awaiteth us beyond the Indigo Deep. Still more do I dread the prospect of discussions long overdue...
G'raha Tia: I never thought the day would come when I would be sailing home again. It always seemed so very far away...
Estinien: Sea travel can be tedious, but I don't mind it. 'Tis a rare experience for most Ishgardians.
Speak with Tataru in Limsa Lominsa.
Tataru: Everyone's here! Which is good, because I've already paid for your passage, and the fee is nonrefundable. Tataru: The ship for Sharlayan should be pulling into port soon, so please follow me and have all your luggage close at hand!
| Voiced Cutscene | Thancred: They've almost finished loading our cargo. We should be ready to depart right on schedule, or so I'm told. Y'shtola: Excellent. 'Tis nice to have a smooth beginning to one's journey, at the very least. Thancred: It's funny... Thancred: Master Louisoix came here on a ship very much like this one. Thancred: And now, years later, the street urchin he befriended that day is bound for his mentor's homeland. With his mentor's grandchildren, no less. Urianger: Aye, 'tis upon reflection that every twist of time's river and fate's whims are brought into sharp relief. Urianger: Thou hast matured much in the intervening years. Wert thou not caught attempting to relieve Master Louisoix of his purse scant moments after he made landfall upon this dock? Alisaie: Oh really? Now that's a tale I'd like to hear! Everyone laughs. Alphinaud turns his attention to Estinien. Alphinaud: Will this be your first visit to Sharlayan, Ser Estinien? Alphinaud: ...Ser Estinien? Estinien grunts. Estinien: Are we strangers newly met? Why this stiff formality? Alphinaud: I...ah...merely meant it as a professional courtesy, since we are now colleagues in an official sense... Estinien: I'd rather you dispense with the “sers,” especially in private company. Estinien: Or I'll be forced to respond in kind. “Little Lord Alphinaud.” Alphinaud: You've made your point, Estinien. Painfully well. Estinien: Better. G'raha Tia: Are you all right, Tataru? You seem positively distraught. Tataru: Distraught? Me? Don't be silly! I think it's lovely that they get to see their homeland. Tataru: It's just...we're trying to thwart the schemes of an army hells-bent on destroying the world. Tataru: And once again I have to stay behind and worry that this is the last time I'll get to see my friends... What will you say? > I'll bring them back safe and sound. I promise. Tataru: I'll hold you to that! > No sense worrying about the things we're powerless to change. Tataru: Well that's hardly comforting! Hoary Boulder: Ah, good, you're still here! Alisaie: Hoary! Coultenet! What brings you all this way? Hoary Boulder: We're to assist the Maelstrom and the kobolds with a lunar primal operation, so we thought we'd see you off before heading to the tower. Hoary Boulder: F'lhaminn and the others wish you all a safe journey, and promise that they'll look after things here until you return. Hoary Boulder: We will too, of course! Aye, we your fellow Scions of the Seventh Dawn will do our part to ensure the end of the world won't happen on our watch! Strident Sailor: We're set to sail! All aboard for Sharlayan! Thancred: It's time. Alphinaud: Then we must delay no longer. We will contact you the moment we learn aught of value. Wish us luck. Tataru nods. Tataru: Have a safe journey! And please, please be careful! A male voice.. And so you venture forth unto the unknown. A fate beyond the horizon that cannot be divined. A future undefined and in flux. In uncertain times, naught but the simplest words of wisdom will suffice. That which lives is destined to die. Love leads to loss. Every beginning has an end. Treasure every moment, every step of your descent. And there in the depths where souls and stars rest ─ find your truth.
A female voice... Hear...Feel ... Think ...
WOL's eyes slowly open. G'raha Tia: The day has barely dawned, my fellow earlier riser. G'raha Tia: Though we're hardly alone in that. Envious of those still sleeping soundly, no doubt. G'raha Tia: Called out to you, you say? Hmm, I've heard nothing myself. G'raha Tia: In any case, I daresay the sea air will do you good. Why not join the others on deck? Sharlayan should be coming into view at any moment.
???: My voice yet reaches you. I am glad. ???: Hear, feel, think... Hydaelyn: And thus do we meet face-to-face at last. My Warrior of Light, guided by the Crystal. What will you say? > Why now, Hydaelyn? Hydaelyn: After your sojourn in the First, I believe you have your answer... > I can trust your words no longer. Hydaelyn: You have visited the First. You... have every right to say that.
Hydaelyn: You have gained an understanding of what I truly am. What Hydaelyn has always been. A primal. Hydaelyn: Zodiark was created to forestall the apocalypse which threatened the ancient world. And I was brought forth to bind Him. Hydaelyn: Yet seven times now, those who would orchestrate a return to that bygone era have rejoined a shard to the god I had sundered. Hydaelyn: The greater His strength grows, the swifter does mine own diminish. The power to draw your mind into the rift betwixt is no longer mine to wield. Hydaelyn: Yet though it taxes me sorely, I dare not leave these words unsaid. Hydaelyn: Even bereft of my guidance, you and your companions have accepted the burden of this star's troubled past. A conjunction has begun to form; an intertwining of your time and mine. Hydaelyn: Wheels shudder and turn. Conflict looms ─ monumental ─ which will decide the fate of this world and all life upon it. Hydaelyn: When you truly understand what is at stake, and your journey has prepared you to surmount the insurmountable... Hydaelyn: Then shall I honor the promise made in another time. Another age. Strident Sailor: Cast yer peepers to the fore, folks! Sharlayan's just over yonder! Hydaelyn: I will not keep you further. Your traveler's heart must yearn to behold this unfamiliar land. Hydaelyn: We shall meet again...and soon. Alisaie: What a fine morning. Oof. Still a bit stiff, though. Alphinaud: And a good morning to you, too. Taken a look at the island already? Alisaie: Then let's go, let's go! Might still be room in the prow if we're lucky. Thancred: Ah! The sleepers have arisen! Thancred: There she is. Good ol' Sharlayan. Alisaie: Home. Home at last. Well...maybe not in Father's eyes...but we'll manage on our own, if we must. Estinien: You do know you're not alone in this, don't you? Urianger: Indeed, 'tis as Ser Estinien sayeth. Forget not the comrades who boarded this ship at your side, I prithee. Alphinaud: Thank you, my friends. We are ever grateful for your steadfast support. Y'shtola: Upon arrival, we will be disembarking into the heart of Sharlayan proper. Y'shtola: There is no greater concentration of wisdom in all the world. I am confident that, somewhere within that center of knowledge and learning, we will find the answers we seek.
Sharlayan, the solitary island nation of the northern seas. Where under the watchful gaze of Thaliak, patron deity of scholars, academics hoard all manner of knowledge and secrets. Once, they deigned to accept foreign students into a distant colony maintained in the Dravanian hinterlands. How swiftly they abandoned it once the first Garlean boot set hostile foot on Ala Mhigan soil. So averse to the prosecution of war, these men of wisdom. Your would-be allies...
Thancred: I thought they'd never let us off the ship... What's next, then? Entry applications?
Y'shtola: Hopefully they find no cause to deny us.
Estinien: Hasn't Sharlayan all but severed relations with foreign powers? Those of us without direct ties ─ myself included ─ may be refused outright...
Y'shtola: 'Tis true that, as a nation, Sharlayan only forms trade agreements with a select few neutral countries.
Y'shtola: But from a practical standpoint, an island cannot afford to be overly strict with its borders. Especially not if that island's people are wholly devoted to the accumulation of knowledge.
Y'shtola: If one submits the proper paperwork, with satisfactory evidence of identity and intent, then foreigners may be granted entry.
Estinien: ...“May.”
Y'shtola: Quite. So let us be absolutely clear on these points before we proceed.
Y'shtola: The immigration officer will ask for your affiliation and your purpose of visit. Considering Sharlayan's views on intervention, I strongly suggest we avoid any mention of the Scions.
Krile: Krile has laid the groundwork for us to act as associates of the Students of Baldesion, and our ostensible reason for being here is to aid in their order's restoration.
Y'shtola: G'raha Tia, it might expedite our progress should an actual Student be seen at the head of our little group. Would you mind leading the way?
G'raha Tia: Of course. The immigration offices were this way, as I recall. Shall we?
G'raha Tia: Greetings! We've just arrived, and are eager to make our way into the city. Would you be so kind as to process our entry applications?
Worldly Affairs Official: Certainly. I see by your mark you are an Archon?
G'raha Tia: I am. G'raha Tia of the Students of Baldesion, at your service.
G'raha Tia: I was assigned to an Eorzean survey team, but have returned to assist with the reformation of my order. My associates here will provide additional support.
Worldly Affairs Official: Very good. I have paperwork detailing your group and its scheduled arrival for today.
Worldly Affairs Official: And it seems some few of your companions are also Archons. If you'll step forward, we can process those applications first.
Y'shtola: Y'shtola Rhul.
Urianger and Thancred follow.
Alisaie: See how it glows? That list is aetherically linked with the citizen registry kept in the main repository.
Worldly Affairs Official: I've confirmed your status as Archons and amended your travel records accordingly. Welcome home.
Worldly Affairs Official: Now, who do we have here...?
Alphinaud and Alisaie step up.
Alphinaud: Alphinaud Leveilleur.
Alisaie: And Alisaie Leveilleur.
Worldly Affairs Official: Your applications have also been approved. Having said that...
Worldly Affairs Official: The streets are abuzz with talk of how House Leveilleur's lord disowned his young progeny.
Worldly Affairs Official: And while such personal circumstances constitute no reason to deny you entry, I urge you to avoid...exacerbating your present situation. Times are quite troubled enough already.
Alphinaud: We shall keep that in mind.
G'raha Tia: These last two are not Sharlayan natives, but you will find their credentials are in order. An application was made in advance...
Estinien and WOL step up.
Worldly Affairs Official: Hmph. Name and occupation?
What will you say?
> [Forename Surname]. Adventurer by trade.
Worldly Affairs Official: An “adventurer...” Well, I suppose that is considered a valid calling in your native Eorzea, and it does indeed match the profile provided. You may enter.
> [Forename Surname]. Artisan.
Worldly Affairs Official: Indeed... Your profile describes you as an "adventurer," but one also trained in the rather more constructive pursuits of procurement and production. You may enter.
> [Forename Surname]. Champion of Eorzea.
G'raha Tia: And it is a title well earned, I can assure you!
Worldly Affairs Official: An “adventurer” by trade is what your documentation indicates. No mention of this particular title─self-appointed, I take it? Either way, your employer seems willing to vouch for your character, so I shall─albeit reluctantly─grant you entry. “Champion.”
Worldly Affairs Official: And you, sir? Estinien: Estinien Varlineau. Formerly of the Order of the Knights Dragoon in Ishgard. Worldly Affairs Official: “Formerly,” at least. And what, pray tell, is your “profession” now? Silence. Estinien grimaces as he thinks of an answer. ???: If you'll allow me! Krile: My associate is a mercenary, hired for his strength at arms! Surely you are aware of the dangers we often face on our forays into the wilderness? Worldly Affairs Official: Mistress Baldesion. If you insist on sponsoring his entry, then so be it. Worldly Affairs Official: But while I appreciate that desperate times call for desperate measures, I find your choice of company concerning. Be advised that even a single misstep may have severe repercussions for your organization. Krile: I have every confidence in my chosen company, dear and trusted comrades that they are. But I thank you for your concern. Alphinaud: Krile, it is good to see you. Krile: Likewise! Long voyage notwithstanding, you all seem none the worse for wear. Krile: There is much to discuss, but this is hardly the place. Let's be on our way, shall we? Krile: Oh, heh. Welcome, friends, to Sharlayan! Estinien: As your “mercenary,” I should hope my welcome includes a generous salary. Krile: Well I had to say something, Ser Taciturn!
Optional dialogue
Estinien: I am...unaccustomed to fabricating lies on demand. Why should it matter how I earn my living?
G'raha Tia: Here we are at last ─ the great city of Sharlayan! You may have noticed some similarities with the Crystarium, yes? In fact, I─ G'raha Tia: ...Oh, but we really should let Krile have her say first. We can continue this conversation at another time.
Y'shtola: You are doubtless eager to take in the sights. Not to worry, [Forename] ─ the city is not like to vanish before we finish our discussion.
Thancred: Even allowing that the years I spent in the First passed here in the blink of an eye, the city feels untouched by time...
Urianger: Allow me to extend unto thee my warmest welcome, [Forename]. May the wisdom of my homeland aid us in our endeavors.
Alphinaud: I'm fine. Honestly. Better to be waved through with a stern warning than be denied entry, after all.
Alisaie: That was about as awkward as expected. Still, we're here now, and that's all that matters!
Speak with Krile.
Krile: I'm glad I spotted your ship coming into port ─ the officers are born bureaucrats and sticklers for detail. In any case, you may relax and take a moment to get your land legs back!