NPC Icon.pngBajsaljen  Sidequest1 Icon.pngSidequest3 Icon.png
  Hrothgar / The Lost / Male

Zone(s): Gangos  (6.5-5.8)
Bozjan Southern Front - Southern Entrenchment - Utya's Aegis (14.6-29.6)
Title: Bajsaljen the Righteous

This NPC is found in multiple locations. The map below shows where the NPC is first encountered.

Gender Male
Race Hrothgar
Clan The Lost
Body Type Adult
(~83.8 inches)
Jaw Option 2
Eye Shape Option 3
Iris Size Large
Eye Color
Eyebrows Option 4
Nose Option 2
Mouth Option 1
Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint



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Starts Quests (2)
Name Lvl XP Gil Type
The Lady of Blades &000000000000008000000080&000000000006948700000069,487 1200 Side Story Quests
Fit for a Queen &000000000000008000000080&000000000006956200000069,562 Side Story Quests
Involved in Quests (7)

Additional Dialogue
Tell me about Bozja and the resistance.

Our home rests in the southern reaches of Ilsabard, to the west of Dalmasca.

Our earliest records─or at least those we have been able to recover─suggest Bozja was founded at some point during the Third Astral Era. The Allagan Empire had reached the height of its power, and several tribes of the Hrothgar came here seeking refuge from their supremacy.

It was Queen Gunnhildr who would keep the Allagans at bay. Her radiance would light our path to prosperity, and by her grace was the nation of Bozja founded.

Alas, the Fourth Umbral Calamity would see the end of her kingdom. But those who survived slowly rebuilt, and Bozja was reborn as a city-state that would coexist with neighboring nations for centuries to come.

The Garlean Empire's rise to power changed everything. None could oppose the sheer strength and versatility of their military.

Their campaign began some fifty years ago, and now an entire generation of our people has been raised knowing only oppression. But now they would know freedom.

When word reached us that Ala Mhigo and Doma had risen up to defy the Empire, we seized the opportunity to flee and form pockets of resistance.

With Lord Hien's assistance, the several groups that had formed were merged into a single, cohesive force, and I was chosen as its leader.

If the IVth Imperial Legion is able to consolidate its forces in Bozja, however, our efforts will be for naught. We have to strike back, and soon.

Tell me about Gangos.

For the present, this is our base of operations, to the southeast of what remains of Bozja Citadel. When the fighting begins, we will hold the line here.

For a blessing, the surrounding wetlands and the fog that persists year-round have served to conceal our operation. That is not to say, of course, we have not taken additional measures to remain hidden.

In the unlikely event that their scouts should approach the perimeter, our mages have cast a cloaking spell around the area to keep us from sight.

Havens such as this are plentiful along the southern coast of Ilsabard. Our facilities are rather modest, I confess, but I would like to think we have made great strides in providing for our soldiers here.

Thanks to the generosity of our allies here in the East, as well as the Eorzean Alliance, we do not want for provisions or arms. All that remains is to secure the blades of Gunnhildr.

Tell me about the Bozja incident.

It was roughly twenty years ago, if I'm not mistaken. The Empire, fearful of the threat posed by primals and the tribes who summoned them, devised a plan to wipe them out.

The Meteor project. Through the use of magitek, they intended to recreate ancient sorcery capable of calling down meteors.

At the helm of the project was their chief engineer, Midas nan Garlond. In time, every last one of their research facilities was involved in its development.

The project would take a perilous turn when it was discovered that the lesser moon Dalamud was, in fact, a satellite of Allagan design. They were determined to make it part of their plans.

And so they erected a colossal transmission tower, designed to control Dalamud. Its first test would also prove to be its last...

For lack of eyewitnesses, what happened next is difficult to describe. It is often described as an explosion, but the ruins showed no signs of gunpowder or magick. We only know that a terrible light shone from the heavens that night.

In an instant, the citadel was gone. Its citizens and family...

No one is certain why Dalamud responded with such destructive force, but all work on the Meteor project was halted immediately.

Five years later, however, Nael van Darnus set the wheels of the project back into motion. His devotion was rewarded with the coming of the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

The world has already paid too great a cost for the Garleans' ambition... They must be stopped.

Tell me about yourself.

I was born in Bozja, though I have never known a life free from the Empire's rule.

Following in my late father's footsteps, I studied to become a doctor. Much to my surprise, and dismay, my academic accomplishments did not go unnoticed. I was taken to the capital, where I received a formal education in medicinal sciences. Deployment as a medic in their military soon followed.

My service was ultimately rewarded with citizenship, after which I met my wife, and we started a family together. If their goal was for me to grow content and complacent, it failed, for not a day went by that I did not think about the liberation of my homeland.

But I would need to bide my time a while longer, for I was assigned to the IVth Imperial Legion. There was an uprising in Nagxia, and it fell to us to quell their insurrection. It was not until after our mission was complete that I learned of what happened to Bozja. To my family...

We returned as fast as we were able, but there was nothing left of the citadel.

I was ordered to return to the capital, but I had to find my wife and children. I covered every ilm of that barren wasteland...and nothing.

Chains and a prison cell greeted me back in Garlemald, but in spite of my confinement, whispers of what happened in Bozja eventually reached me. Of their failed experiments to control Dalamud.

Stripped of my citizenship, I expected to remain under lock and key until the end of my days. Fortunately for me, they had need of more medics for their next campaign.

But I would never reach the battlefield, for I escaped with a number of other soldiers to join the resistance.

Many years of service to the resistance then molded me into the man who now stands before you. And I will continue to serve for as long as it takes to see our homeland safe from the Empire.

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