Coming to Ishgard
Coerthas Central Highlands
The dawn's light will shine again... So long as we have these specious accusations hanging over us, we will struggle to achieve anything. You must go to Ishgard, as Tataru proposed. I will return to Ul'dah and set things right.
Pray do not be so hasty, Master Alphinaud.
Full well do I understand your desire to clear your names. But now is not the time for drastic action. You yet have allies upon whom you can rely. There is no need to act alone.
Yes...yes, of course. Pray forgive my impatience.
I bring tidings. Count Edmont has decreed that the three of you be taken in as wards of House Fortemps. Under our patronage, you shall be granted access to the city proper. Pray consider our manor your new headquarters, from which you may gather information and plan how best to proceed. Needless to say, should any of your missing allies be found─as I am certain they shall─they will of course be welcome to join you there.
You are more than generous, my friend. On behalf of my fellows, I humbly accept your offer of hospitality.
The count is a good man and just. He will treat you with the kindness and respect that a hero─and dear friend─deserves.
To Ishgard, then─together. There we shall carry on the Scions' legacy. There we shall begin anew.
Not at all the circumstances under which I had hoped to visit Ishgard for the first time, but so be it.
They say the winds can be rather fierce on the Steps of Faith. Be sure to wrap up before you go!
I must go on ahead and speak with the count. Fear not, however, for everything has been arranged. The sentries at the Gates of Judgement have been informed of our decision. You need but state your names, and they will allow you to pass. My manservant shall be waiting for you at the city gates, ready to escort you to our manor, where we shall meet again. Until then!
Gates of Judgment
Wards of House Fortemps? Ah, yes... You may pass.
And so they came, at a friend's behest.
Heroes once celebrated as saviors of Eorzea, brought low through treachery,
their names blackened with royal blood...
With memories of the lost and dreams of redemption,
with hope yet in their hearts, they came...
To Ishgard, shining city on the mount, overlooking the dominion of Coerthas...
A great and proud nation devoted to Halone, the Fury, ruled by Thordan VII,
Archbishop of the Ishgardian Orthodox Church...
The last bastion of the Faith, her walls ever bristling with
the sworn swords and spears of her four High Houses...
A land that after a thousand years of war
had forgotten what it was to be at peace.
Through gates long closed the Warrior of Light and his companions passed,
entering at last a city whose history was written in blood.
In the midst of the Dragonsong War they came─three weary travelers
whose arrival would set in motion great change...
Though none knew then how great...
— From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps
Arc of the Worthy
Wards of House Fortemps? Ah, yes... You may pass.
From afar, the spires did not seem so tall...
Gods... I feel like a child in a giant's castle!
Greetings, Master Surname. On behalf of House Fortemps, I bid you welcome to Ishgard. My lord humbly requests your presence at his residence in the Pillars. If you all would come with me...
To look upon the splendor of these heights, one would little suspect the ruin wrought by the wyverns below...
Is it just me, or is the air up here different? You can almost smell the wealth and power! Gods, it's making me feel faint...
Greetings, sir, and welcome to Fortemps Manor.
The Warrior of Light and his brave companions, walking the streets of Ishgard at last! What a glorious sight! I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this day. Allow me to present to you my family home: Fortemps Manor! I should like nothing more than to show you around, but everyone is gathered to receive you. Come, my friends! Introductions must be made!
My lord, I have returned with the Scions.
I hope your journey was not too taxing. I, Count Edmont de Fortemps, do bid you welcome. As wards of House Fortemps, you shall be afforded every courtesy. My home is your home.
My companions and I are deeply honored, Count Fortemps.
The honor is mine, Master Alphinaud. Consider it an expression of our gratitude for your service to Ishgard.
Forgive me, my lord, but...are you not concerned? To accept foreign guests at such a juncture─especially ones with our...reputation...
Do not worry yourself on my account. 'Tis true that Ishgard's first thought has ever been the war effort, hence the closing of our borders...
...Yet it is in troubled times most of all that men should seek allies, don't you think? Granted, my decision will have raised eyebrows in the Vault and in the halls of the other High Houses. But so long as you continue with your altruistic endeavors, I doubt my honored peers will feel moved to voice their concerns.
Then there is naught to fear. Though our numbers are much reduced, we are no less determined to carry on our work.
Full glad am I to hear it. Ah, but before you return to your labors, why not take a tour of the city? You would do well, I think, to acquaint yourselves with your new surroundings. After all, you may be here for some time.