The Oaths We Swear
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The Oaths We Swear
- Quest giver
- Higiri
- Location
- Mor Dhona (X:22.0, Y:5.1)
- Quest line
- Tales of the Dragonsong War
- Level
- 60
- Experience
- 0
- Gil
- 1,994
- Previous quest
- The Paths We Walk
- Next quest
- The Legacies We Leave
- Patch
- 3.3
“Prevention was ever better than cure, as Higiri knows only too well.
— In-game description
Walkthrough
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Steps
- Deliver the Doman unguent to Swift in Ul'dah.
- Visit Gorgagne Mills in the Coerthas Western Highlands.
- Speak with the penitent heretic.
- Visit Jantellot at the Convictory.
- Visit Marcechamp in Tailfeather.
Journal
- Prevention was ever better than cure, as Higiri knows only too well.
- "To ye who ask of things to come:
- Give thought to what is past and gone.“
- With the long-dead poet king's words still ringing in your ears, you continue your pilgrimage, retracing the steps you took during your days in exile.
- Ilberd had grown impatient, and so the hour of the execution was at hand. Swift action was required. A bold rescue─and should the gods be good, a chance for retribution...
- A refugee of fallen Ala Mhigo, Raubahn had risen from the depths of poverty to claim a seat on the Syndicate. Yet for all his great deeds, one was left undone. And like sands through an hourglass, the years slipped away...taking with them an old friend's hope...
- The trail led to the mills far to the north. Though they appeared abandoned at first glance, their cellars hid a secret: a heretic lair occupied by Lady Iceheart herself. But upon being discovered, Ysayle made no attempt to fight...
- Forsaken by gods and men, the heretics found salvation in a revelation. They would take up arms against their own kind to set ancient wrongs to right. Cut out Ishgard's festering heart, and the war would be over. This they knew, believed with all their being...until their savior told them their efforts would be for naught...
- As long as there are wars to fight, there will ever be those who take up arms not out of hatred or even a sense of duty, but merely for want of better employment. When presented with an alternative, such individuals may gladly trade their swords for scythes─or, failing that, pledge them to a more worthy cause...
- Marcechamp had tried to fill the hole in her heart, to give her a new home, a new family. But he knew there were still nights when Ysayle dreamed of the wall of ice, of the bodies in the snow, of feathered wings and azure skies. And though he prayed that she would stay, he could see that it was hopeless. She would leave him. It was only a matter of time...