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== Limsa Lominsa ==
 
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Limsa Lominsa

The Drowning Wench

Why, look what the tide's carried in today, mates! Another fearless adventurer, newly come to this forsaken land to save us from our woes. The name's Baderon, and this most 'ospitable of 'ostelries is The Drowning Wench.
Now, I ain't got nothin' against yer type, but I feel it's me civic duty to tell ye: Eorzea's no place for the light of 'eart. What with slaverin' beastmen and power-'ungry imperials, I reckon ye'd be well-advised to scamper off to whatever boat ye came in on, and ride 'er all the way back to yer mammy's teat.
What's this now? The lad says 'e's seen a mighty sea beast? Hmph. Ye ain't the first drylander to come in 'ere spoutin'such bilge, and nor will ye be the last...
Ye claim ye've truly seen a mighty sea beast, eh? Hmph. Ain't the first drylander to come in 'ere spoutin' such bilge...
ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA[1]


Why, look what else the tide's carried in today, mates! And if this one ain't a pretty flower all decked in fancies.
Come to the Drowning Wench to play adventurers with me and me boys, eh?
Boys? Why, perhaps I am in the wrong establishment. I heard I would find men here.
Men who could provide me with information on a certain "treasure" I've heard whispers of.
Oooh, a feisty one. Aye, I could tell ye all about the 'idden treasure [2], as could any o' these scrags. Not a soul in Limsa what wouldn't want to get 'is 'ands on that there bounty.
But 'ere's the rub: 'tis rumored to be buried on a tiny island by the name o' Seal Rock, and ain't nobody but them grunts what call 'emselves Knights o' the Barracuda or them scholarlies o'er at Mealvaan's Gate allowed within fifty malms o' the place.
In other words: not one of your "boys" has the stones to find a way past those obstacles and onto that rock. What a peaceful little town this is.
Peaceful? This cesspool ain't nothin' but a boil on Eorzea's arse, and it be festerin' with more scum than ye'll find in me pub's privy. 'Case ye didn't notice, lass, the town's crawlin' with pirates, an' I don't mean the kind with parrots an' eyepatches. I mean the kind that like makin' what's yours theirs, and don't mind cuttin' a few throats while they're about it.
There's a war goin' on 'twixt rival factions: Rhoswen and 'er Sanguine Sirens against Carvallain and 'is Kraken's Arms...with each an' every one of 'em lookin' to dispose of Limsa's new Admiral an' take the spot for 'emselves. Problem is, they're too busy rippin' out each other's gizzards to get 'round to doin' the chief 'imself.
And we can't forget about them fishbacks now, can we? The Sahagin been breathin' down Limsa's neck for nigh on five years...and there ain't no signs of 'em lettin' up.
What of the Empire?
Why, they're just sittin' up there in Garlemald, waitin' for this city to burn so they can fly down 'ere in their aero-ships and sweep up the embers.
Surely the Garleans would not declare war on an independent Eorzean commonwealth this far south?
Thal's balls, lass! The imperials declare what they like, and "re-educate" them what think different. Any sprat on the spit knows that. Ye ain't from 'round these parts, are ye?
You could say that. But I plan on staying, so do not think this the last you will see of me.


The Drowning Wench Instance

Unless you have information on the Empire, you may take your pleasantries elsewhere.
There be men who shay Sheal Rock ain't always been there. Rumor is, it jusht 'ppeared out of nowheres back one shtormy night.
Hahgh! An' if you believe that nonshenshe, then who's to shay there ain't some marveloush treasure buried shomewhere 'neath 'er boulders?
Not a soul in the city ain't looking to win the next Trident and knock our esteemed Admiral off his perch on the Bridge. But to even have a hope, you need a fat purse, and that's why everyone and their cousins are searching for that damned treasure.
I'd stay out of their way if you want your head to keep your shoulders company.
Ah, a new face. Welcome to Limsa Lominsa. You have arrived at an opportune time.
There is discord amongst the rival pirate gangs, meaning they have little time to meddle in the affairs of adventurers. This leaves us relatively free to step in and take the work the brigands would usually claim by right. Just be sure to avoid biting off more than you can chew. There is quite enough to keep us all occupied.
I been 'earin' whispers of normal folk like you and me joinin' up with them fishbacks. If I ever find one of the traitors, I'll gut 'im, bake 'im, and serve 'im up with a squeeze of lemon.
Damn Knights of the Barracuda. If it weren't for them, I'd have been on that island and found that treasure weeks ago...
Mealvaan's Gate's been sendin' cadre after cadre of mages to Seal Rock to investigate the place... Now, if I could somehow infiltrate their ranks...
I also heard them Sanguine Sirens got somethin' up their sleeves. What exactly is it? Hells if I know, lad—it's up their sleeves! [3]
Lately, the street's been filled with rumors o' some fantasy island brimmin' with treasure, but I reckon there ain't one in a dozen with an onze o' truth behind 'em. Wish the 'Cuda's would just raze the damn rock an' put an end t'all this rubbish.
If I was you, I'd pay nary a listen t'any gil-eyed pirate preachin' of easy loot. Stick with good ol' 'onest guild work, and ye'll make yer mark on this city in no time.
The second floor of this pub serves as an inn for travelers. Baderon makes enough gil selling his ale and watered wine, so he lets adventurers stay free of charge. If you don't mind the rats in the walls and the lice in your cot, it's the perfect place to rest your weary bones until you find somethin' better. And it beats havin' to sleep out in the elements.
???
Hmph. I ain't never seen an adventurer the likes of that one. She definitely ain't from 'round 'ere. Jus' look at all that ink on 'er face!
???
It don't take a bleedin' scholarly to divine what be hidin' in these 'ere crates, friend—ale. A whole bloody lake o' the stuff! Might ye be lookin' t' drown yer sorrows, or mayhap muster th' pluck t' snare yerself a bit o' gentlemanly company fer th' night? Our good host Baderon'll gladly oblige, so long as yer purse be heavy!
???
Forgive my boldness, but would I be correct in assuming that you are newly come to this land? Let us just say your tattered garb and look of disquietude gave me an inkling. Oh, I did not mean to offend. I was much like you when I first set foot in the city-state. Truth be told, if it weren't for Baderon here, I daresay I'd long since have taken my place with the bloated corpses clogging the docks of the Sailors Ward. You would be wise to speak to the jolly fellow yourself if you wish to survive long enough to see another summer.
???
Lookin' to put a few malms 'twixt you and this reekin' hells hole? Aye, I was the same when I first arrived in Limsa. Good Baderon set me straight, though. You'd be wise to partake in his wisdom afore flutterin' off too far from the nest.


THE ECHO FADES


Now wait... Where was I? Ah, right. Young fledglin' like you want to make a name for yerself in this piss-'ole, take me advice:
Find yerself a guild and get to work. Ye be less than naught in this world if ye ain't got gelt. And by the looks of yer purse, naught'd be a step up for ye...poor sod.
'Old on a second, what's that there ye got in yer bag? Ye may be in luck, after all.
Let me see...
Not that! The damn thing stinkin' up me pub!

Ye say ye found a fish floppin' about yer boat when that storm 'it? Well, at least ye 'ad 'alf the sense to stick it in yer pack there.
Hmmm... Maybe it be time ye step out an' see the world fer what she truly be—a stinkin' maw lined wi' razor-sharp teeth ready t' rip yer arse right out yer trappin's...an' I know jus' th' place. 'Cudas call 'er Camp Bearded Rock. Unfurl yer map, and I'll point ye rightwise.
Camp Bearded Rock. 'Tain't more'n a stone's throw from th' Zephyr Gate.
Unfurl yer map, and I'll point ye rightwise.
And before ye go, take this 'ere linkpearl. No strings attached. If ye find yerself in trouble, just call on me on the aether... Can't guarantee I'll answer, though.
Now off with ye. I got casks to tap.
Learn t' work th' linkpearl, did ye? I knew ye was a bright one. Now, once ye crossed th' Procession o' Terns leadin' from Bulwark Hall below th' Wench, jus' keep t' th' road 'til ye see the aetheryte camp. Ye can't miss it.
Can't do much 'venturin' whilst cowerin' in a pub now, can we? Time ye step out an' see the world fer what she truly be—a stinkin' maw lined wi' razor-sharp teeth ready t' rip yer arse right out yer trappin's...an' I got jus' th' place fer ye.
There be a 'Cuda camp jus' beyond the Zephyr Gate on th' outskirts o' town. Bearded Rock, they call 'er. Equipped wi' all th' amenities, she be. Why, she even got one o' them aetheryte crystals what let a man jump hither an' yon quick as th' crow flies. Gotta lay yer 'and on it first, o' course. Attunin', them scholarlies call it. Piralnaut can learn ye better'n I.
Where was I? Ah, right. Look fer th' Procession o' Terns leadin' from Bulwark Hall below. Ye can ride th' lift, or, if yer sea legs don't fancy them infernal imperial contraptions, traipse yer way down th' stairs outside. From there, jus' keep walkin' straight 'til ye see the glisterin's. Ye'd 'ave t' be blinder'n an ahriman wi' an eyepatch t' miss the camp.


La Noscea

Camp Bearded Rock

Tell me, lad, 'ave ye rubbed on th' aetheryte yet?
Right then. No matter where yer travels take ye, always be sure t' attune with the crystals. Save ye time in the long run, it will, an' ye knows what them in the gelt says about time.
Ahem! Now that I 'as yer undivided attention, ye might want t' open yer pack. I slipped ye a keepsake whiles ye were busy makin' yerself at 'ome in me pub.
Called a guildleve. Think of it as th' quickest road t' fame an' fortune...most o' the time. At worst, it'll get ye at least a stone's throw from fortune an' but a few steps short o' fame.
Each leve offers ye a task what we call a levequest. Be a good lad an' finish what ye've got t' finish in the time ye've got t' finish it, and ye'll be generously recompensed fer yer kind efforts. If ye be interested, ye can try the one I gave ye by touchin' the aetheryte there one more time, or by havin' a chat with that Didiwai gent, dependin'. Else, ye can always come back t' th' pub where a tall, foamin' flagon and a warm wench'll be waitin' fer ye.


Limsa Lominsa

The Drowning Wench

Twelve take me! Th' lad's still 'mongst th' livin'! Well, then. If ye still be interested in talkin', I've a few spare words lyin' about. All ye 'ave t' do is ask.
Still sportin' the look of a lost rabbit, I see. Pity.
Perhaps it's time ye took in a little o' the city.
Limsa's got its share o' guilds what'll take in a stray adventurer every now an' again. Quickest way t' learn the lay o' th' town, an' make a name fer yerself while ye're at it.
By the by, from that cloud o' flies what seem set on makin' friends wi' ye, I'd wager ye're still luggin' that bloody balloonfish around. Didn't I tell ye the swillmongers down at the Bismarck would pay ye good coin for it? [4] They're always scroungin' the docks for somethin' to toss in their slop du jour.
Oh, an' 'cause ye look to 'ave a bit o' fight in ye, lemme scrawl ye up a recommendation fer the Knights of the Barracuda. Never say no to fresh meat, them 'Cudas.
Keep a close eye on yer map, and ye'll eventually find the place.
Limsa's got its share o' guilds what'll take in a stray adventurer every now an' again. Quickest way t' see th' city, an' make a name fer yerself while ye're at it.
Why not try startin' with the swillmongers down at th' Bismarck, then the 'Cudas over in th' Coral Tower?
If I ain't mistaken, the Bismarck'll be interested in that fish ye got rottin' there in yer pack. As fer the 'Cudas, just show 'em that recommendation I scrawled ye, and they'll put ye through yer paces.
An' if ye still find yer arse turned about, ring me on that there pearl. Ye never know, I might even answer.


The Bismarck

Men waste too much time wagging their tongues, framing meaningless utterances, when they should be devoting that magnificent gustatory organ to savoring the world's infinite panoply of flavors. Here at the Bismar—
'Bout bloody time! Baderon said ye'd be 'ere seven bells ago. Alright, maybe not seven. Anyway, no 'arm done. Now, 'and over the goods! I know ye've got it on yer person there. Caught a whiff of it when ye were still a malm away.
Hahaha! Would ye look at that! Ain't but once in a blue moon we ever get a balloonfish in 'ere. Seas 'ave t' be proper seethin' to drag one o' these ugly lads up from 'is abyssal abode.
Won't find nothin' in the five seas as sumptuous as balloonfish, though these days, many o' me regulars won't so much as come through the door if they 'ear I gots me one in th' larder.


ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA


And why would your patrons deem the presence of this particular denizen of the deep...inauspicious? Might it have something to do with the fact that it appeared on my ship at precisely the same time as we were assaulted by a colossal serpent?
Whoa. Slow down, m'lady.
Did ye just say ye was attacked by a bleedin' sea serpent!?
By "sea serpent," do you mean the mythological creature frequently documented in Limsa Lominsa's historic records?
There ain't a sprat for malms who couldn't tell ye that bedtime story: of the fearsome beastie what crushes ships in 'is mighty maw, 'n' swallows 'ole crews in a single gulp...
'Ang about... Story goes that the creature guards a mountain o' gold 'n' diamonds, and that whoever finds it...gets to rule the seas for all 'is days.
Treasure...like the kind what's rumored to be 'idden up on that Seal Rock!
And so myth becomes reality...
Perhaps, it is already begun...
???
As any fine fisher knows, balloonfish carries with it a terrible curse, for its kind only rise to the water's surface when a sea serpent is close behind.
And what if someone were to slay this horrible beast from the abyssal depths, you ask? Yes, the seas would be safer, and salt wives could sleep soundly knowing their loved ones were in no danger...but then our chefs may never see balloonfish again.
As a culinarian with a conscience, it's hard to know how to feel about the situation...especially when word goes around that the Knights of the Barracuda may be planning to forcibly resolve it. [5]


THE ECHO FADES


The Drowning Wench

Now just 'cause ye've peddled that stinkin' piece o' sea meat and be smellin' better than th' last time ye was in 'ere, it don't mean ye know the 'alf o' what this ol' town's about! But if ye're still 'ungry t' learn, there be plenty o' guilds what'll take in a stray adventurer like yer rose-scented self.
Got that recommendation I writ ye up? Take it o'er t' th' Coral Tower and show it t' them 'Cudas. They'll learn ye right.


Coral Tower

Baderon send us another recruit, eh? Let me see your papers...
Very well. I care little for who you believe yourself to be back in "the world," because here you are nothing until you have proven different. Let us first see how you fare at our aptitude test. You may proceed to the firing range on the lower floor, recruit.
Let us see how you fare at our aptitude test. You may proceed to the firing range on the lower floor, recruit.

Firing Range

Barracuda Knight
Next!
Fresh off the boat, eh? Alright, let's see you aim your firearm.
What? You waltz your way into a town teeming with pirates and cutthroats, and don't even bother bringing a musket?
OR:
Hah! You call that a firearm? I was shooting rats in Fisherman's Bottom with one of those when I was not but five years out of my dear mother's womb.
Ease off, Corporal. Now lend the adventurer one of our weapons.
You know how to use that? Then draw.
Why, you look just like...


ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA


Where did you get that weapon, recruit? Men! Which of you thought it would be wise to lend this civilian your firearm!? No one speaking up then, eh?
Listen close, Lord Fancy-britches, you are a long way from your daddy's villa up in Fancy-shire. If you are lost, you'd best turn around and find yourself a porter to carry your bags back home. We're only looking for real men and women for this operation.
Now, if the sea air has corroded your braincase and you're dreaming of epic sea battles with giant squid-beasts, there's little I can say that will prevent you from applying to join the 5th Levy. Unsurprisingly, the Barracudas are always looking for fresh replacements for that unit.
Would you look at that, Sergeant. We may have found a keeper. Says his name is Merodaulyn.


THE ECHO FADES


I don't know who taught you that firing stance, but in future, I'd suggest having somewhat more discretion when choosing a mentor. Back to the admissions desk, greenback.
It seems Commodore Reyner took quite an interest in you. Whether or not that proves to be a blessing, only time will tell.
In any case, he will have informed Corporal Isaudorel of your test results. Speak with him to learn your fate.
???
You can no doubt imagine why our organization is loath to place too much trust in errant adventurers. However, in times of growing instability—such as might be caused by various pirate factions—we are forced to forge temporary alliances that can prove to be of mutual benefit. Needless to say, the commodore feels that now is one of those times.


Admissions

Back so soon, eh? I had a feeling you would not fare well.
Hm? You say you were advised to apply for the 5th Levy? But that—


ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA


Alright, greenbacks, the festivities have come to a close! The Seal Rock Unit has been filled, and none of you are in it!
But before you go crying back to your mammies, we always have room for failures like you in the 5th. Who knows, maybe we can even make men out of you...if you last long enough! Ahahahaha! Dismissed!
Thal's balls! I was told joinin' th' 'Cudas would be me ticket to Seal Rock!
Should've seen it comin'. 'Cudas knew all along that ev'ry rough, rogue, an' rascal within a hundred malms would be down here tryin' to snake his way into the ranks.
Me mate made it all the way to the final test, but some sneaky sod dobbed 'im in. There goes me bleedin' cut!
I dunno about you, but I reckon riskin' yer neck 'untin' for imaginary coin is a job best left to the endearin'ly 'opeful an' the 'opelessly thick. I, on the other 'and, 'ave got better things to do with me time.
Emerick! Cap'n Carvallain sent me t' find you. Says it's urgent, like.


Echo Instance

Isaudore
Welcome to the Coral Tower—headquarters for the Knights of the Barracuda. We police Limsa Lominsa's streets, as well as her waters, ensuring some semblance of order is maintained in this den of pirates and brigands...in whose company I can see you are not to be counted.
We are also known as the Musketeers' Guild, and provide training to those who wish to study the art of marksmanship. While I would normally offer you the opportunity to enroll at this point, I'm afraid resolving the Seal Rock situation must take priority.
Isaudore
I apologize, but we are not accepting new members at this time.
They say that there is very little to separate a pirate from a Barracuda, and in most aspects I would be inclined to agree. However, there is one difference, and that would be the Barracudas' ability to look beyond the scintillations of loot and see the nobler reward of having done one's duty.
And what separates a pirate from an adventurer, you ask? Nothing of note. After all, what proof do I have that you aren't here chasing after rumors of treasure like the rest of them?
As a gatherer of intelligence for the Knights, I pride myself on having at least a cursory knowledge of all but the most unremarkable strangers to pass through these doors. However, I must admit I had never seen or heard of this "Merodaulyn" until today. While he wields an axe with the deftness of a marauder, his mannerisms do not suggest that he hails from the halls of The Astalicia. Perhaps he is no more or less than an adventurer, just as you are.
Might you have heard anything of the Elezen on your travels? I would personally be grateful for any details on his background.
I had but a short time to see the enlistees, yet I was left in no doubt as to which of them was the most impressive. I don't believe I've seen a man wield a weapon as well as that Merodaulyn did today. It was as if his axe weighed nothing at all.
Each knight in the Barracudas' ranks is issued a musket of his own and trains for years to become adept with the firearm. However, I don't think half our men would have survived a one-on-one battle with that crazed marauder.
Bring one pirate down, there'll be two more to take his place, I tell you. They're like bloodbeetles, sucking the life out of the city, and they're hiding under every rock.
I cannot fathom why Commodore Sthalmann would even consider taking up new recruits, knowing we'd simply be making it easier for those vermin to infiltrate our ranks.
Like t' know why I's smirkin', would ye? Heheheh, 'cause ye're lookin' at a Salthound in a 'Cuda's 'coutrements!
Don't ye think o' tellin' a soul now, savvy? One peep out o' ye, an' me brothers back on th' Rusty Claw'll make sure ye don't do no more talkin'...ever.
Your interest in joining the Knights of the Barracuda is commendable, adventurer. So many of your type are too easily drawn to the promise of plunder preached by our local pirates.
You may not have earned a position with the Seal Rock Provisional Unit, but do not let that deter you from your goal of becoming a Barracuda. As long as our esteemed Admiral rules the seas, Limsa Lominsa shall not fall, and the reach of the thalassocracy shall extend to the horizon and beyond.
My name is Totoruto, but you can call me Cerberus. I guard the gates of hell and bite off the head of any addle-pated pirate stupid enough to try to infiltrate one of our units.
And that includes you! Enlistment is over!
Adventurer
Which o' the seven 'ells did that damned pointy-eared bastard crawl up from? Ain't never 'eard o' no Merodaulyn, an' if he ain't one of us Krakens, 'e ain't worth piss in a gutter.
The lout gone swingin' 'is shiny axe left an' right an' this way an' that, an' all the 'Cudas goes limp as tickled trout! Not a one 'ad the time t' bat an eye at me an' me laddies.
Adventurer
Merodaulyn, eh? Young scrapper put on quite a show, so he did. Can't say I ever laid eyes on the man before, though—and I been here since I were a sprat.
Cap'n Rhoswen won't be pleased, though. Countin' on me splittin' the ranks, she was. Here's hopin' one of my Sanguine sisters had a bit more luck.
Adventurer
How dare that hells-damned 'Cuda give the final Seal Rock position to Merodaulyn when he'd promised it to me! And after the things he made me do last night!
???
I came in here thinking I'd have to impress these lads with my blade, when all they were interested in was my sheath.
Had them all in the palm of my hand, too...that is until my final test. How was I to know one of the godsdamned invigilators was a Miqo'te?
THE ECHO FADES


Wait right there.<br<You claim to be an adventurer, yet you have the stench of a pirate. Might you be trying to deceive us as that ruffian Emerick did earlier?
No matter. If you have aught to hide, we have the means to divine it. Come with me.
Now, let me see. Forename Surname ... Forename, Forename, Forename...
Ah, yes. I recall you being registered to the Adventurers' Guild.
I believe you still carry a standard-issue flintlock lent you by one of our knights. You are to return it to our quartermaster in the weapons depot on the lower floor.
You say you already returned it to the sergeant? But I just spoke with him... Why didn't he...? [6] Very well. I shall inquire with the sergeant once more. You are free to go, but I ask that you do not leave the city until our investigation into the weapon is complete.
As I said before, you are free to return to...whatever it is you do; however, I ask that you do not roam too far from the city while we continue our investigation into the weapon you were lent.
'Ow goes the initiation? Earned yer scales yet, 'ave ye?
Leviathan's eye! They didn't take ye? What godsforsaken unit did ye cast yer lot in with? I thought I told ye, stick with the 8th. They ain't turned no one down since that ol' swab wi' two bum legs an' a missin' glass eye— Oh wait, I tell a lie, they took 'im, too!
Well, if the 'Cudas ain't yer cup o' tea, then 'ow about life as a puller? Might not be they 'ave as many guns as the lads up on the Bridge, but they rule the seas jus' the same. 'Ead down t' Fisherman's Bottom an' pay a visit t' one o' them guilds.


The Drowning Wench

Now just 'cause ye 'scaped th' Coral Tower with yer arse still strapped on, it don't mean ye know the 'alf o' what this ol' town's about! But if ye're still 'ungry t' learn, there be plenty o' guilds what'll take in a stray adventurer like yerself.
I can smell that ye still 'ave that fish festerin' in yer pack. Why not carry 'er down t' the Bismarck an' see if they'll take 'er off yer 'ands?
Leviathan's eye! I ain't never 'eard o' no one bein' turned down by the 'Cudas, 'cept for way back when Seal Rock first rose from the depths.
Must be some sort o' misunderstandin'. 'Tain't as if they don't 'appen every now an' again. Better luck next time, then, right? Ye mark my words: the 8th'll be lookin' fer fresh meat in less time than it takes a seabird t' shit on yer best shirt down in Fisherman's Bottom.
Speakin' o' th' Bottom, why don't ye try the pullers down there next? Why, they ain't much different from the 'Cudas themselves, what wi' workin' on the seas an' all... Wait, now that ye mention it, that's all they 'ave in common. Gahahahaha!


Fisherman’s Bottom

An adventurer! An adventurer! Thank the Twelve, you're just what we been lookin' for. Think you can spare a bell to lend us a hand? Make it worth your while, we will.
To the south of the city sits a lighthouse we pullers call Oschon's Torch. The guild has some important business there, but day in, day out we hear nothin' but reports of the Serpent Reavers attackin' anything come near the place.
Why, just the other day, I heard the 'Cudas marched down that way meanin' to send the fishbacks packin' and got their noses bloodied good and proper. I know this is a lot t' ask, but we need someone to go and check on that building. We'd send our own, but as you can see, the boys down here ain't armed with nothin' but fishin' rods and trawlin' nets.
Ah hah! Who is this standing before me but an adventurous-looking adventurer, fresh from one adventure, now in search of another!
And your search has brought you to none other than the Fishermen's Guild—a paradise for pullers, and by pullers I mean pullers of nets, and by nets I mean ones chock-full of fresh fish from the frothing fathoms of our fair waters. Unfortunately, as you can see, we are as short on hands as I am on height.
And where, you ask, have all my hardworking handymen and women headed? Why, to try and stave off the slimy Sahagin sullying our seas!
Ever since they began creeping out of their coastal caves, they've done nothing but cause constant commotion, preventing my poor pullers from pulling that which it is their prerogative to pull. And now their latest target is the lighthouse on the southwestern tip of the Gods' Grip!
Without the light from that lighthouse to light up the night, our ships will surely be shorn to shreds in the shallow shoals near the shores. That's why, a few days back, I hired the services of a band of adventurers to accompany a party of pullers to protect the place. Now, I wish to hire you to do the same for young Sisipu here.
The lighthouse is not that far, and there have been no reported sightings of the salivating Sahagin or their sinister Serpent Reavers today...but I'm not a man to take chances.
Chances? Ridiculous! Preposterous! Riposterous! I can take care of myself! And, even if I couldn't, I don't believe this malnourished starveling of an adventurer could offer me much in the way of assistance!
Now, now, now, my petite sweet pea of the sea. We already spoke of this. If, by happenstance, any horrendous happenings happened to happen to you, I could never, for the rest of forever, forgive myself.
While I agree with your assuredly accurate assessment of this adventurer, he was absolutely all I could afford, or should I say, absolutely all I was predisposed to pay for. That said, I still believe he may be of some use. Why, if anything attacks, let him distract the dastardly dastards while you saunter safely away to safety. And thus is your assignment. I won't ask if you choose to accept as I have already seen the answer in your eyes. Good luck, and may the Lady's embrace be long and lascivious.
<sigh> If only the guildmaster had paid for decent help the first time, I wouldn't be out to sea in this accursed colander...again.
Oh well, if you're truly intent on tagging along, I suppose I'd better impart to you an invaluable piece of advice... You see a Sahagin, you drop everything and start running. Don't worry about me, because I'll already have started running myself, and won't stop until I'm safely back in Fisherman's Bottom.
Keep an eye out for the Serpent Reavers, as well. Used to be normal folk like you and me... until they sold their souls to the Sahagin for a few bars of gold and the promise of endless carnage. Probably more dangerous than the fishbacks—because you won't know if they're friend or foe until there's a dagger in your back.
That is, unless you know our guild's secret set of hand signals! They're how we can tell whether or not someone is a puller. Here, let me show you the basics. Follow my lead.


Fisherman’s Bottom Instance

Yes, yes. You find yourself in the Pullers' Guild; the Fishermen's Guild; the guild of those who cast nets and lines and then pull and pull them in to collect the delectable offerings of that spectacular sprawling sea stretching all the way to the shimmering sky.
But oh, but no! There are many, oh so many creepy-crawlies with a taste for those selfsame tasty tasties who pose a threat to those whose only wish is to fish the wide-open waters in peace. And that is why we must stand united! United in our hand signals! Have you learned them from Sisipu yet? [7]
Come along, come along! Sisipu is a busy woman. Speak with her and learn the hand signals so you can be on your way!
???
We've received word from one of our boats that a [[|Serpent Reavers|Serpent Reaver]] vessel is anchored off Oschon's Torch. That lighthouse is responsible for preventing people from coming to grief on the rocks off Gods' Grip. If it were to fall into Sahagin hands, we'd no longer be able to cast our nets in those waters...
???
Day after day the Barracudas send ships to rid the waters of the Serpent Reavers, but it seems the damn pirates are always one step ahead of our city's finest. Take my advice, and avoid the coasts unless absolutely necessary. The Reavers are soulless bastards who won't hesitate to rip your heart out and toss it to the sharks.
Now listen carefully! I'm going to ask you to perform a few simple hand signals. Follow my lead and we can both be on our way to the lighthouse in no time.
  • First, try a formal bow. Oh, but it only seems like a bow! To the trained eye, it's a secret greeting masquerading as an everyday greeting! How cunning is that!?
  • Next, clap your hands! With enthusiasm! I said ENTHUSIASM!
  • Now clap your hands over your head as if you were congratulating your pet racing tortoise on its thrilling victory over an egomaniacal hare.
  • And now poke. Poke poke poke poke poke!
  • We're almost done. Next, thrust your fist into the air as if you were jumping for joy. You mustn't actually jump, of course—that would look ridiculous. [8]
  • And finally, wave your hand back and forth. Your father's set off on a journey to find the lair of a magical dragon and may never return. Let him know that you will always be with him in spirit! Wave him farewell, my friend! Wave, like you've never waved before!

If correct emote is used: Very good! Very good!

If not: No, no, no! Must I repeat myself?
Excellent. You might not be quite as bad as I thought. Just remember, if you happen to see a suspicious-looking someone in or around the lighthouse, be sure to give the correct signal, or you might wind up with an arrow through your head.
To reach the lighthouse, follow the south road out of Limsa Lominsa. I'll be waiting for you at Zephyr Gate.
???
Mastered our signals, have you? Thank the Twelve you're a quick learner. Now off to Zephyr Gate! .
You have heard of Zephyr Gate, right? March back o'er to the Drownin' Wench and head east, 'cross the colossal span linkin' us to the mainland. .
Lady Sisipu'll be waitin' for you on the far side, so no dawdlin'!


The Drowning Wench

Wangled yerself a date with a puller down at the Zephyr Gate, have ye? Not bad fer a new-come drylander. But tell me this: do ye even know where the damn gate is?

If you do: Underestimated ye, did I? 'Tis comfortin' t' know ye ain't completely 'elpless.

If you don't: Thal's balls! 'Ow long ye been in the city now, lad? 'Tis a mercy Llymlaen ain't navigated yer drylander arse off a cliff an' into the drink! .
Now listen close, 'cause I ain't in the 'abit o' parrotin' meself. Jus' ye take th' stairs down a floor an' leave quietly out Zephyr Gate to the east—that's "right-wards" on yer map if ye ain't too bright.


Lower La Noscea

Zephyr Gate

Hey! .
Well, I see you found your way out here. I'll have to give you that. .
But have you made sufficient preparations for the Serpent Reavers? I should probably say that if the Sahagin's servants catch you, they'll rip out your lungs and cast your lifeless body into the sea for their slimy spawn to feast upon while your tattered soul experiences the first pangs of an eternity of agony in the abyssal depths. .
Excited yet? I know I am. Now let us be off! I haven't got all day! .
Oschon's Torch is due south. Take care not to wander too far to the east or we will end up at Llymlaen's Ring on the wrong side of the Gods' Grip.


Escort Path

As The Player escorts her to Oschon's Torch:
  • All-purpose repellant!? Pah! If anything, I'd say this noxious concoction is drawing the beasts to our location! This is the last time I purchase anything from the Brugaire Consortium! You know what to do, adventurer, so do it! Quickly, now!
  • Now put away your toys and come along, <Player>. I do not have all day.
  • Good show! Perhaps you are not as useless as I took you to be!
  • Phew... That was much closer than I'd have liked...but the beast is dead, and we're both still standing!
  • Ow ow ow... That's going to leave a nasty bruise, isn't it?
  • Thank the Navigator! Oh, and thank you, as well.

If she's too injured:
<sigh> Not what I was expecting, though I must say I was not expecting much. .
I suppose I cannot blame you for your lack of prowess in the field as it was Wawalago who saw fit to reaffirm the age-old adage that one gets what he pays for. And even if I were inclined to mock the afflicted, it would seem, for the time being, that we are stuck with each other as a rotting head is to a pike―so we might as well make the best of it!

Oschon's Torch

We've finally arrived...and in one piece! .
I must admit, I had my doubts, but it seems Wawalago chose well. You have my thanks. .
Now let us locate the watch! .
Strange... It's quiet...too quiet... I pray everyone is alright. .
Oh my... No one's here...


ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA


Observation Text
This poor soul has taken his last breath...
Shut yer cake-'ole an' listen. We're makin' a pact, see—pirate to pirate, like. I swear on me mother's grave, Twelve take 'er soul, that if ya give us an 'and, I'll personally guarantee you come away victorious.
But of course. We would have it no other way.
Jus' keep an eye out for that flash bugger Merod. Swings an axe like a bleedin' thunderbolt in an 'urry. I'd 'umbly recommend keepin' yer distance from that one if ye're fond o' yer 'ead. .
Don't want no unnecessary bloodshed now, do we?
I shall make a point to share your sentiments with the Sahagin.
...Eh? .
Seven 'ells!
Ah, er—I mean, ARRR! Y-Ye be one o' me fellow pullers, right? Well met, lad. Ye needs not be afeared, now—in good company ye be. Why, I b-be a puller meself.
Came lookin' for the Sahagin? Well, ye jus' missed 'em. Me an' me mate 'ad daggers drawn, ready t' slit each an' ev'ry one o' their traitorous gullets. Luckily fer them, they passed on by with none causin' a fuss. Looks like they was only 'ere fer scoutin'.
...
Uh, well, if ye don't mind, we'll be gettin' back to Fisherman's Bottom t' report our findin's, then. Good day to ye.


THE ECHO FADES


<shudder>
Ah! I found the other pullers!
Perhaps they were hiding in the nearby caves while the Reavers did their reavings. Look! The old watchman is with them, as well.
'Preciate th' concern, young lass. Weren't in much danger, what with the 'Cudas' patrol ships 'ere not long after the Reavers landed, but better safe than sorry, I reckon.
Might still be some stragglers left ashore. I must needs return t' me rounds.
A few years back, when I was still young, the Sahagin raided a village near here. They slaughtered everyone they caught and then burned the place to the ground [9]... I was worried the same thing might have happened today.
But it seems, for once, the Knights of the Barracuda did their jobs, so we might as well return to Fisherman's Bottom before the weather takes a turn for the worse.


Limsa Lominsa

The Drowning Wench

Ah, if it ain't me newest ol' mate, <Player>! A certain 'ead puller's been tellin' me 'ow you did 'is guild a grand service! Well, let me be the first t' give ye an 'earty pat on th' back, lad!
But if I was ye, best be swift 'bout procurin' payment fer yer 'andlin' o' the crisis. That wee wastrel be infamous fer weaselin' 'is way out of contracts.


Fisherman's Bottom

You see? I knew this aspiring adventurer would be the most appropriate agent for this assignment. He has proven far braver than one might have assumed from the scanty sum required to secure his services!
Perhaps you should ponder a permanent position in our guild... Ah, but first I believe you'd like to be richly recompensed for services readily rendered.
Sisipu
Thank you again, Forename!
Forename! Me mates tell me the fishbacks gone an' wreaked 'emselves some 'avoc over by Oschon's Torch.
May'ap this'll finally strike a light under them work-shy smitties' fat arses an' get 'em stokin' the forges day an' night t' drag that iron beast o' theirs outta dry dock an' into the fight.
Why don't ye venture out t' Naldiq & Vymelli's and see fer yerself? Maybe th' smell o' th' soot an' th' ring o' th' anvil'll set yer blood a-boilin', eh? Pay no 'eed to them scholarlies in th' Alchemists' Guild, lad—only smitties can turn lead into gold, if ye gets me meanin'.


The Drowning Wench

Rumor 'as it, the smitties o'er at Naldiq & Vymelli's be workin' them forges day an' night buildin' some secret iron giant th' 'Cudas plan usin' t' crush th' fishbacks.
They'd do it too, I'd wager, were it not fer all the infightin'. E'er since th' shipwrights opened their doors t' weaponsmiths, see, they've done naught but bicker o'er who be best with an 'ammer 'n' anvil. Still, succeed or fail, 'tis quite a sight. Why not 'ave a look fer yerself?


Naldiq & Vymelli's

Well would ye look at that, laddies—another fearless adventurer wanders into the forge. Ye like playin' Knights 'n' Dragons with the other kiddies, eh? We can play if ye like. Just let me warm me poker first.
Or maybe ye be one o' them 'venturers thinkin' we can snap our fingers and transform ye into a full-fledged shipwright with our smitty magicks? Well, ain't you in for a surprise then.
Ye could've sprung forth from the salty loins o' mighty Llymlaen herself, but there ain't no way ye'd get to join up without Steelmaster H'naanza's say-so. Talk t' her if ye like, but ye'd better pray she ain't in one of her moods.
Out of the way!


ECHO OF 1562 SIXTH ASTRAL ERA


Good work. Just wish we could have completed it in time for the Seal Rock expedition.
Something's wrong with the engine. I have someone from Garlond Ironworks here working on it, but progress is slow.
There's little we can do about that now. Though it would have been nice to join the scholars on this trip.
As for Seal Rock, might you have learned whence the island came?
That's what we've been trying to do for the past few months. Unfortunately, matters here in local waters have kept me from visiting the island in person.
Ah, you speak of the stowaways on that passenger ship, yes?
You mean pirate ship. I locked up the crew for questioning the moment they dropped anchor in the bay. We've been trying to extract a confession from that one-eyed captain of theirs, but so far neither he nor any of his crew seem susceptible to the standard forms of coercion. [10]
But if it was transporting more than simply passengers...that would perhaps go some way to explaining the appearance of the sea serpent... [11]
Where did you...?
Enough, H'naanza. A seasick shopkeep saw a wave and swore it was a monster—nothing more.
My apologies, Sthalmann.
You there! You heard nothing of this, understood? Anyone asks you anything, you tell them sea serpents are naught but the bastard spawn of crap and credulity.
Barracuda Knight
Commodore!
The Sahagin have ambushed the provisional squadron en route to Seal Rock!
5th Levy currently engaging the enemy; heavy losses reported; squadron commander amongst casualties [12]; acting commander does not think this attack random and believes someone from within the ranks discovered our plans to the enemy!
Relay the fleet's coordinates to general command! Order the frigates launch immediately!


Naldiq & Vymelli's Instance

???
If ye're lookin' fer Steelmaster H'naanza, I saw her o'er near the back door, but ye'd be wise not t' interrupt her while she's attendin' t' business with Sthalmann.
This is Naldiq & Vymelli's shipyard. We ain't got no rules 'gainst visitors, but you best stay out of our way if you fancy livin' past th' next bell. Ain't no one'll blink an eye if you go an' stick yer manhood in the forge
Three times them eunuchs down at Mealvaan's Gate and them 'Cuda brutes done searched that rock, but ain't no one sayin' a word 'bout what they finds.
You don't reckon as it could be that floatin' island o' legend, Swallowtail Roam, do ye? Hahaha! All this talk o' faerie tales got me thinkin' like me sprats!
Lately, the forges been crawlin' with pirates. Every gang in the city's lookin' to secretly commission 'em a shipwright to build a boat quick enough to slip by the Barracuda fleet and onto Seal Rock.
Problem is, even if your vessel's swift enough to outrun 'em on the water, they already know exactly where you're headed, and ain't nothin'll save you in a battle against their levies on dry land.
Barracuda or not, I see one more un-sooted brute run through the forge, I'll thrust his head in the cooling troughs.
You'd think their hands would be better occupied culling fishbacks than warming themselves over our fires.
Did you see Commodore Sthalmann? He's one of the highest ranking members of the Knights of the Barracuda. They say his fists are like lead and his heart as cold as iron. Why, even his name means "man of steel." No need to wonder why the Admiral made him his right-hand man.
Treasure on Seal Rock? Hah! The pirates, the 'Cudas, the scholarlies—not a one knows the powers they disturb with their meddlin'.
Ye truly want to know what lurks on that forsaken island? Sirens! And no, not those o' the Sanguine variety, though they won't hesitate to drink your body dry. I speak o' those voracious vixens whose silken songs'll drive a man mad. Heed my words, 'venturer! A great evil is upon us!
Werner
Fishbacks don't wear armor, but their thick, scaly skin can be a bastard to slice through with your standard axe.
Now, this here creation of mine will cut through their hides like a knife does through butter. Not too bad on Barracudas, neither...hypothetically speaking, that is.
Now I ain't one to shed a tear over no drowned 'Cuda, but they say the 5th never saw th' Sahagin comin'. 'Tweren't their fault, neither. Only yesterday, I heard it was the Krakens that was plannin' on ambushin' th' fleet, not the fishbacks. Slimy bastards took us all by surprise.
Somethin' tells me things ain't transpirin' as planned. I smell an all-out war a-brewin', and it's a good thing I gots me an axe in the forge!
By the abyss! Those damn Reavers roam the seas like it was their own!
There are even rumors swirling that the fishbacks have been dealing with honest townsfolk, like you and me.
Another adventurer, are you? .
Lately, there have been a number of folk come in here calling themselves that. Any other day I would be inclined to believe you, but after what happened... I'll leave the character judgments to Bodenolf. If you can convince him that you're true of heart, I'll not question his judgment.
I would like to believe that you are nothing more than an adventurer, but after what happened today...I'll leave the character judgments to Bodenolf. If you can convince him that you're true of heart, I'll not question his word.


THE ECHO FADES


What are you doing here, Rostnsthal? Come to pay off your debts?
Quiet, you crab-legged crone! Your damn ship's rustin' at the bottom of the sea!
Of course it is! You get what you pay for, and you barely paid me enough to make a dinghy, let alone a ship that could survive the currents near Seal Rock! Now get out of my forge!
So, what say ye to the forges? Quite somethin', eh? I doubt there be a ship in Limsa that ain't passin' familiar with the 'ammers o' the smitties down at Naldiq & Vymelli's. Whole city'd prob'ly sink without a trace if it weren't fer them. .
Without smitties, ain't no ships. Without ships, ain't no fish. Without fish, ain't no gelt. Without gelt...well, ye gets the idea, eh? This town lives by the sea, an' dies by the sea. If ye ain't got saltwater in yer veins, ye'd best pack up and 'ead t' the mountains, 'cause you ain't got no future in Limsa.
What's that? Th' Reavers an' the 'Cudas buttin' 'eads again? Hah! That ain't news, lad—it's war!
Why don't ye 'ead back to th' Wench? I gots me somethin' fer ye.


The Drowning Wench

Came, eh? Maybe I was wrong about ye. Ye're still alive, an' that be more'n anyone expected from ye when ye first walked in.
But don't be kiddin' yerself—ye ain't even seen th' top o' th' tip o' th' rotten iceberg that is Limsa Lominsa. Jus' wait 'til one o' them pirate crews takes an interest in ye. Then we'll see what ye truly be made of...though I'd wager me pub it won't be much more'n a man's worth o' meat 'n' gristle.
...Still, so long as ye've got yer 'ead and th' wits what came with it, there's 'ope fer ye. Now, before them selfsame wits starts puttin' unwise words in yer gob, 'ere's a little somethin' t' eat from me an' th' guild.
If ye be lookin' fer somethin' t' spend yer newfound fortune on, might I direct yer wand'rin' eye towards our fine ale casks? Or if it's adventurin' ye be cravin', best set 'bout clampin' your grubby 'ands on some guildleves an' a retainer.
An' if there's aught ye care t' know concernin' either of them things, just come an' see ol' Baderon. Might be I've marbles enough rollin' 'round in me head to 'elp get ye started. Ye needs only ask. [13]
Now, if marbles ain't yer fancy, then these two fine 'awkers 'ere can fix ye up wi' somethin' a tad more practical, like.
Now that that's taken care of, feel free t' roam th' plains as ye please. Or, if that ain't t' yer likin', ye can always come back t' th' pub where a tall flagon an' a warm wench'll be waitin'.


«Shapeless Melody
  1. This date is inferred. Warburton's Journal confirms that Thancred's investigation of Ul'dah took place in 1562, and the appearance of the same non-Echo starshower in all three story arcs implies that they took place simultaneously.
  2. Baderon is not referring to the Key specifically, just the rumors of Swallowtail Roam's contents as a whole, which are said to contain mountains of gold and jewels.
  3. The Debonair Pirate is likely referring to the fact that the Sanguine Sirens are planning to have their agent, Merodaulyn, infiltrate the 'Cuda's Seal Rock Provisional Unit—though they are unaware that he is already aligned with Sthalmann and is guaranteed to be accepted into the Knights.
  4. This may be a slight mistranslation, as Baderon has not told you of The Bismarck until now. In other languages, I believe what he's saying is something closer to, "I told the Bismarck about the balloonfish and they were interested."
  5. It may have been Charlys who said this, as it was definitely another Bismarck employee, but the line may have been removed from the game.
  6. If you are unaware of the constant Echo-hopping, it might seem like the sergeant is lying about the weapon, perhaps to smuggle it out of the city's control. This is not the case. You and Isaudorel are referring to different sergeants. Mannskoen, in 1572, is presumably dead.
  7. This is N'nmulika's standard small talk - except the final line ("What say you, fledgling fisherman? Join us in our crusade to protect the seas...and grab some grub in the process!") is replaced with the last two quest-appropriate sentences about hand signals.
  8. In this version of the game, the jump feature did not exist. Players feet were bound to the ground at all times, so this was a sort of in-joke.
  9. This line translated differently between versions, as far as I can tell. The Japanese and German clients mention that the Serpent Reavers killed those at Oschon's Torch in the past, which refers to the events in this recent Echo. However, the English and French clients refer to a fishing village nearby that was razed. In Legends Adrift, we learn that Sisipu lived in a village called Brookhaven, which was burned to the ground by the Sahagin. In this attack, she saw Emerick speaking directly with the beastmen. I believe that these are separate incidents. In this attack, the Sahagin were blamed for the killing of victims claimed by Emerick or Travanchet. The differences between the clients thus make it ambiguous as to how much about this attack is known by Sisipu, but the facts remain the same.
  10. In the English client, it seems that Sthalmann is talking about The Astalicia, captained by One-eyed Hyllfyr. In 1572, it's a very poorly kept secret that The Astalicia is a pirate ship, but in what is presumably 1562, this fact might not be well known, especially if it just arrived in the docks. However, the French client specifically states that he was dealing with Carvallain, who has both eyes, and the German and Japanese clients simply refer to him wishing he could have hanged "that bastard" this time. What exactly is going on in this conversation, I don't know, yet.
  11. It is unclear what, if anything, the ship was transporting and what, if any, stowaways were on board. It's possible H'naanza is simply fishing for responses, speculating randomly about rumors in town and that she's not actually right about any of her guesses. Sthalmann corrects her about the "passenger ship," so this seems to be the case to me, but she does get too close to the truth with the mentioning of the sea serpent, which angers Sthalmann.
  12. Probably Mannskoen
  13. Originally, Baderon's "or" statement was "Or if ye still be cravin' t' clamp yer dirty 'ooks on a few more coins afore surrenderin' yer wits t' th' bottom of a stein, might be I could 'elp get ye started.", but it was likely changed simply to help new players get their wits about them.