A Cunning Plan
Forename, I have received a letter from 269th Order Mendicant Da Za! The moogles' reach extends further than I had realized. But that Da Za would contact us suggests that something is very much amiss. “I wait at Bronze Lake,” it says, and no more than that. Though perhaps somewhat cryptic, the letter's brevity suggests a sense of urgency. Please hurry to Bronze Lake and investigate the situation! I shall inform Zhai'a Nelhah of this development. Though I doubt the fool can render much assistance, I gave my word that we would cooperate.
Please hurry to Bronze Lake and meet with Da Za. I shall inform Zhai'a Nelhah of the letter.
Forename! I am glad to see you─pleased, happy, glad. Kazagg Chah has told me what happened. This is grim news. Yes, yes, grim news indeed. The man Kazagg Chah spoke of approached me, too. Spoke of the Defiant. Said he wanted my knowledge─wisdom, insight, knowledge. I told him I needed time to think─consider, ponder, think. I told him to return later. When he returns, we shall ambush him! Yes, yes, a sound plan, I think. I told him to meet me northeast of Bronze Lake. I shall approach as normal─as bait. Forename, you lie in wait─ambush, hiding, wait.
You! Are you the leader of the Defiant?
My name is Waldeve. And you─you are descended from First Order Primal Da Gu, yes?
Da Gu was my ancestor─progenitor, forebear, ancestor... You know him?
I've had opportunity to peruse a fascinating tome left by Ququruka. In it, Da Gu is mentioned as a confidant who assisted the master in his studies of the dark arts. It also states that Ququruka intended to entrust the secrets of his research to those same confidants. I fully expect you to tell me all about these secrets.
Then you are wrong─mistaken, incorrect, wrong! I shall reveal nothing to the likes of you!
Hmph. I'm a busy man, Da Za. If you refuse to cooperate, I simply don't have time for you.
Wait! Where are you going!?
You might have made a powerful ally...but as an enemy, you cannot be suffered to live. Find out everything he knows. Then kill him.
Thank you, Forename! Those Defiant didn't stand a chance! No, no, no chance at all! But Waldeve got away─fled, escaped, got away.
Forename! Lalai relayed to me what happened. These men... Were they Defiant mages? You fool! You've killed every last one of them! How do you intend for us to question them now!? I knew this would happen. You black mages are quick to wield your destructive powers, but rarely do you consider the consequences. We must return to Lalai. Do not think that I'll forget about what you have done here.
Were you not in full control of your powers? Did your magicks run wild─amok, untamed, wild? Whatever the case, I do know that you saved me─rescued, protected, saved. Thank you, Forename. I owe you my life. You should hurry to Ul'dah. Much as you protected me from the Defiant, I suspect Lalai may benefit from protection from that Miqo'te. Yes, yes, hurry to Ul'dah.
Hurry back to Ul'dah, Forename. Stop Lalai and the Miqo'te from fighting─quarreling, bickering, fighting.
Hmph. You're finally here.
Forename, Zhai'a Nelhah has been standing there, silently fuming, for quite some time now. What has transpired? So it was indeed Waldeve that stole the Book of Thal. And he has been studying the magicks inscribed within. But did truly not a single Defiant survive? I somehow doubt that you are fully responsible for─
I care not for your doubts! I explicitly told you not to interfere in my investigation! If nothing else, this shows the bloody outcome of a battle between opposing black mages. Fighting destructive power with more destructive power... It's such thinking that led to the War of the Magi. I'm sure I needn't remind you of the outcome of that war. I strongly recommend you give some thought to just how terrible a force you toy with.
The War of the Magi... I suppose I cannot blame him for seeing the parallels. A war between forces commanding unimaginably destructive magical power. But black magic is not purely to blame. It was the violent confluence of black and white magic that ultimately led to disaster. It brought about the Sixth Umbral Calamity. It is only natural that the risk of a reoccurrence of those terrible events would instill great fear. I know you would never be so reckless as to allow something like that to happen.
The problem lies not with black magic, but with the Defiant. I am disinclined to pay heed to Zhai'a Nelhah's words when they run counter to those of Da Za, who witnessed the battle firsthand. I find it hard to believe that you would lose control of your powers. There must be some other explanation for the deaths of those mages... It also seems that Waldeve is gathering something of a following. To better oppose this growing menace, I shall teach you a new spell I recently deciphered from the Book of Nald. Remember, Forename, black magic is not a thing to be feared. As a true black mage, you have the power to control it. I believe in you.