The End of a World
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
22,440- Gil
895- Previous quest
The Illuminated Land- Next quest
- A Greater Purpose
Responsible CreationDebate and DiscourseCommunity Cohesion - Patch
- 5.0
Main Scenario Progress: 645 / 960 (67.2%)
Shadowbringers Progress: 104 / 157 (66.2%)
“Alisaie is steeling herself for the task ahead
— In-game description
Rewards
- In addition to the above, choose one of the following options:
- Unlocks
Steps
- Investigate the imposing doors.
- Speak with Alisaie.
- Gather information in Amaurot. 0/3
- Speak with Alphinaud.
Journal
- 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: [Protagonist's name] 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 [Forename] 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? / Can you tell us where to find Emet-Selch? > 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.