As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness
How desperately we cling to that which we hold dear, knowing all the while that a day will come when we must let go.
It was not so long ago, was it...
The past belongs to the dead. The future's ours to do with what we will.
No more farewells. Not for a good while yet, at least.
I do not mean to diminish our accomplishments, but until we identify the ones who ordered the fires set, our work is far from finished.
Between the various conservative and religious factions in Ishgard, I daresay there is no shortage of parties who would like to see the status quo preserved. Do any likely suspects spring to mind?
Far too many to count.
Lord Commander, your wounds!
Are healing well, thank you. Time is of the essence. Lest we forget, these men would sooner put their own city to the torch than see it change. When our enemies learn that we have apprehended their arsonist, there is no telling how they will react.
Lord Commander! An armed mob has seized control of the Vault!
And now we know. Tell us what happened, Ser. Spare no detail.
We were directing refugees into the basilica, as you ordered, when all of a sudden, men brandishing weapons were all around us. It happened so fast, my lord. We had no time to respond.
They've taken the refugees hostage and barricaded themselves inside the Vault.
And they sent you to deliver their demands.
They...the True Brothers of the Faith demand that a conclave to select the next archbishop be held forthwith. Furthermore, th-they declare that you, Lord Commander, are guilty of patricide and high treason, and that you must surrender yourself at once to receive of the Fury's judgment.
Ridiculous! Do they honestly think that executing Ser Aymeric will change anything? That the truth will somehow die with him?
These fundamentalists rage against the passing of the old ways, unable to accept there can be no going back.
Given the fanciful nature of their demands, a peaceful resolution does not seem likely. If the hostages are to be rescued, it will be by force, I fear.
Agreed. Lucia, take a contingent of knights and establish a perimeter outside the entrance.
At once, Lord Commander!
Hilda, I need your people out in force throughout the Brume. When word spreads of the situation, the friends and family of the hostages may try to take matters into their own hands. I will not give these militants more targets. I shall lead the assault on the Vault. Master Alphinaud, can I count on the support of the Scions?
We are in your debt.
I shall join you as well, Lord Commander!
Your assistance is most welcome, Lord Artoirel. To arms then, friends! Time is against us!
Pray keep in mind that the lord commander has not fully recovered from his wounds. Though the safety of the hostages is of paramount concern, I would ask that you do your utmost to dissuade him from engaging in any...heroics.
Give 'em what for, Forename!
Don't you dare let us down! Bring our people home safe!
Bastards! If I had it my way, I'd be leadin' the charge myself!
Concentrate on freeing the hostages. I will tend to their wounds.
Ready when you are, Forename!
Just like old times, eh?
Do not concern yourself with my safety. Lest you forget, I too am a knight.
We will hold here, Forename. The Fury guide and keep you!
Listen well. We will enter the basilica silently via this gate. According to our latest reports, there are at least six hostages being held within. The numbers and readiness of the True Brothers of the Faith are unknown.
I am told one claimed to have served under Thordan VII. Might the same be true of the rest?
Given the swiftness with which they seized control of the Vault, I think it highly likely, yes─which means that they may well possess the knowledge required to turn the building's defenses against us. Be that as it may, we have no choice but to press on. Lord Artoirel─you are a brave man and true, and none would dare question your honor if you chose not to risk your life in this endeavor. Are you certain you wish to join us?
I am no stranger to the battlefield, Ser Aymeric! My arm will not falter; my shield will not break! Halone as my witness, we will bring these fanatics to justice!
Well said, my lord! Friends─follow me!
Ser Simeonard! Lay down your arms and release the hostages, and you will be shown mercy! I give you my word!
Hah! The word of a heretic and kinslayer! I would sooner trust a dragon. Activate the knights! We shall show the hostages the same mercy he showed the archbishop! Unlike you, Ser Aymeric, I am a man of honor. By my hand, you shall receive of the Fury's judgment!
So it is to be a trial, then. Lord Artoirel, Forename─leave us and save the hostages! I will deal with Ser Simeonard!
Where is he? Where is he!?
Come no closer!
You have nowhere to run! Release the girl and surrender!
Surrender to whom!? The blasphemer who throws wide the gates to our enemy, who breaks bread with him and calls him brother!? Ungodly swine! I would sooner die than surrender to you!
Is it godly to spill the blood of an innocent child!? To burn the homes of your brothers!? Tell me, priest─is that godly!?
Do not speak to me of godliness, heathen! Your father's blood is on your hands─as is hers!
What? But I...
Well met, knight. Mayhap I chose an inopportune moment?
Not at all! Pray forgive us this most unworthy reception. We are honored to have you with us, and right glad of your aid!
Fortune delivered the child unto me. I had but to receive her.
Thank you for savin' me...
Thou art welcome, child.
Never did I think to be indebted to so unexpected a savior. But full glad am I to be so.
Friend of Ysayle, warrior of warriors, I had hoped to meet with thee. I bear a message from my sire.
Upon returning to our lands, Nidhogg's shade did sing unto his brood, and they for skies unknown did then take wing. This thou must know, for your fates are inextricably bound.
What of Estinien? Is he truly lost to us?
Such matters are beyond my ken. I but bear my father's words. Take from them what thou wilt. Fare you well, mortals.
So it is as they say, then. A great white dragon swooped down from the heavens to rescue an innocent child.
A most unexpected turn of events...but not an unwelcome one. The people will not soon forget this day.
Yet how will they choose to remember it, Ser Aymeric? And will these events serve to bring man and dragon closer together, or drive a deeper wedge between brothers? After a thousand years, the world these men once knew is changing─and with ungentle swiftness to boot. Though their actions are misguided, their sentiments are only to be expected. You may be sure that others will rally to their cause. I share your desire for a lasting peace with the Dravanians, I do, but I would not see it built on the bones of our countrymen─nor on our own. I see much of Haurchefant in you. And I could not bear to mourn the passing of another son.
Well that was timely. Vidofnir must have been circling for hours.
In the moments before Vidofnir appeared, I contemplated teleporting the girl. Thank the Twelve that I did not.
Words cannot well express our gratitude, Forename. Thank you for rescuing the hostages...and for keeping the lord commander safe.
Since Haurchefant's death, Lord Edmont has grown ever more cautious. To speak plain, the man is afraid to hope. But I am not. Vidofnir's act of heroism will serve to shift public opinion in our favor, of that I have no doubt.
After this, I reckon there'll be a few less folk cursin' dragons 'round here, and a few more cursin' the clergy─which is fine by me.
Well, I'll be damned! Not only is Maelie safe, but she got to ride a dragon!
We're the only family Maelie's got─her and a lot of other children. All the more reason to strengthen the watch, I say.
This has been a day of surprises, has it not? 'Tis but a pity Vidofnir could not stay longer.
Yes, I think it's fair to say that she timed her departure rather less well than her arrival.
Well-timed scarcely does it justice. But one moment later would have been a moment too late.
Let us pray that the Ishgardians who yet harbored doubts will take these events to heart and accept the truth of Ser Aymeric's words.
Well, 'tis only meet that I inform Tataru of what has occurred here. If you have need of me, I shall be at Fortemps Manor.
Allow me to accompany you. Tataru would never forgive me if I left for the Rising Stones without saying good-bye.
A moment, Forename. I wish a word. Tell me, does Thancred seem quite well to you?
That he did─which is especially remarkable given the injury to his eye. I can only assume that his time in the wilderness afforded him ample opportunity to compensate for his impairment. However, I speak not of his physical state, but rather his aetheric flow, which I fear has been irreparably disrupted.
Of that I have no doubt. His time in the wilderness did not deprive him of his charm.But that is neither here nor there. What concerns me is his aetheric flow, which I fear has been irreparably disrupted.
So you sense it too. A subtle change, imperceptible to most. I myself did not notice it at first, but upon closer examination, I saw that his aetheric flow had been irreparably disrupted. As a result, I strongly suspect that his ability to manipulate aether has been compromised. Simply put, Thancred may no longer be able to wield magicks. It would do much to explain why he chose to remain within the wilderness instead of seeking us out. He would have been compelled to rely solely on traditional methods of travel, significantly prolonging his journey. And when he learned that a nearby beast tribe was making preparations to summon a primal, it may well have seemed more sensible to wait. But this is still little more than speculation. Until I have proof, pray speak no word of it.
Right, then. I should be on my way. Krile may have charmed Master Matoya for now, but who can say how long it will last.
Lord Edmont told me all about what Vidofnir did! Gods, how I wish I had been there to see it.
When I heard the commotion, I went outside to look, but all I saw was the dragon's silhouette on the horizon...
It is a relief to see that you are unharmed, Master <surname>. Pray remain here a moment─Lord Artoirel should be returning shortly.
That Vidofnir should chance to arrive even as the girl fell... Truly, I could not have planned it better myself.
Ah, good. We were afraid you might have left.
A shield, my lord?
Fit for a true knight. An expression of our gratitude to you and yours, long overdue. ...But there is something else I would discuss ere you part. Something which cannot leave this room. My father will soon step down as head of our house. Ser Aymeric was not the only one to fall under suspicion following the death of the archbishop. There are some who believe my father complicit in a coup d'etat. Thus he intends to renounce his title to absolve our house of suspicion and secure the support of our peers.
Surely there must be another way to convince houses Durendaire and Dzemael?
So I said to him. Alas, he will not budge. Ever since I was a child, I knew that I would one day succeed my father, and the thought of it filled me with pride. Yet once I learned the day was at hand, my heart was filled with naught but dread. Our legacy is built upon the lies of our forefathers. In accepting this title, am I not perpetuating this injustice? Why should I become the next count?
You sound just like him. Aye, I suspect that is what Haurchefant would have said. “To aid those in need...”
...But then I thought of my brother. “A knight lives to serve─to aid those in need.”
When you look on that shield, I trust you will remember his words. And should I once more find my resolve wavering, I ask that you show me the way. You were a brother to Haurchefant. Will you be a brother to me as well? Come, Emmanellain. There is much to be done. For Father, and for Ser Aymeric. And for Ishgard. <sigh> To think we share the same blood... Pray excuse us.
Those were the days of promises and vows─of tentative first steps into an uncertain future.
A future shaped by the choices we made, in ways we could never have foreseen.
Born of good and evil, of light and darkness, and shepherded by our hand.
Be it for weal, or be it for woe.
— From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps
Heavensward: As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness
...This is thy proof? The Gerun Oracles? Apocrypha.
It is a truth long forgotten─a tale of the beginning, and of the path we have been set upon. Our fates were ordained long ago, Archon. The Garleans are no exception. Nor the Triad. You know what must be done.
Unknown Ala Mhigo Area
Everyone has their orders. The Masks will attack as soon as all units are in position. The imperials won't know what hit them.
I fear it will be bloody...
By Rhalgr, it had better be.
We cannot stay here forever, Yda. We have other responsibilities.
I know full well what my responsibilities are─and I mean to fulfill them, every one!
|This instanced fight pits you alongside your companions (Artoirel and Aymeric as gladiators, Thancred as a rogue, Y'shtola as a conjurer, and Alphinaud as an arcanist) fighting your way through the vault. The friars are pugilists, Auditors are archers, Ostiaries are gladiators (oddly enough not dragoons like the gear), and Deacons are thaumaturges. The opponents themselves are rather weak and easy to dispatch, but you'll want to keep an eye out for any running to attack the refugees.
After your first refugeee rescued, Y'shtola will leave to keep them safe. After the second, Alphinaud and Thancred will stay behind as you press onward. Simply stay with Aymeric and Artoirel until you reach the first boss room.
At this point, the game changes. Aymeric will be in a duel while you go rescue the other hostages, and his vitality will be displayed. However, this isn't the only time limit. The remaining hostages are already under attack and must be swiftly found.
The first can be found by taking a right at the base of the stairs to the boss room. This will actually take you out of the map. Once you defeat the foes and remove the bonds, simply take a left and head cross the carpet to the other side, and take a left once you hit the hallway on the far end for another trip off the map. Once you remove those bonds, return to Ser Aymeric.
At this point, or if you take too long while saving the previous hostages, Simeonard decides to play dirty and have his lackeys attack Aymeric. Take out the nameless goons attacking Aymeric first, then focus on Simeonard. Simeonard switches his attacks from Aymeric to you, so keep an eye on your health! With the three of you working together he should be little problem, and the last hostage will be up the stairs.