Into the Aery
Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly
We have tarried long enough. Let us call upon Master Garlond and take possession of the manacutters.
These little beauties are our pride and joy... And now they're yours! So, uh...be careful with 'em, eh!?
<yawn> ...I guarantee you won't find any loose rivets─we triple-checked!
The moment is at hand, Warrior of Light.
Forename, old friend! The 'cutters are ready when you are!
The finer adjustments cost us a few sleepless nights, but we got there in the end!
Which means you can get where you need to go. I tell you, these little beauties'll tear through that wind barrier like a cermet drill through cottage cheese.
And that, my friends, is a Garlond Ironworks guarantee!
You have our thanks. Come, Warrior of Light─the dread wyrm awaits!
To the manacutters, Warrior of Light─the dread wyrm awaits!
Give that overgrown lizard a kick in the tail from me, eh? We'll be waiting for you, Forename!
The Churning Mists
We're through! So, this is the Aery! Where are you Nidhogg!? You have guests!
There! Greetings, Lord of Dravania! I believe we have something that belongs to you!
Wicked mortals! I shall melt your flesh, and turn your bones to ash!
Be on your guard.
He is yet close...
I will enfeeble the wyrm with the Eye!
You must strike whilst he is weak!
Thou wouldst use mine own eye against me!?
Attend me, my kindred!
Slay these treacherous children of man!
My patience for your incessant struggling doth falter. Succumb now to the might of a great wyrm!
Such unthinkable power... I must use the Eye to shield us!
Protect me whilst I draw forth its strength!
'Tis done! I am prepared!
You shall wither in the furnace of my wrath!
To the abyss with you!
My rage will consume you!
Tremble at my fury!
Have I come so far just to die...?
Nidhogg... Damn you...
Thou wouldst use mine own eye against me!? Time hath done naught to dilute thy kind's depravity! I have not forgotten thee, dragoon! Mine essence claimed thee once...and shall do so again!
No, wyrm! This ends here!
You gifted my people a thousand years of suffering. Now I gift you an eternity in darkness!
They are ours, Lord Haldrath... The eyes of Nidhogg!
Aye... The wyrm lies broken and my father is avenged. With the wellspring of his vitality thus denied him, Nidhogg shall not linger long in this world. But behold the terrible price we have paid. My sire is dead; so many brother knights slain. We traded our honor for the strength which now courses in our veins. And still we are forced to make such sacrifice.
But not in vain, my lord. Hraesvelgr is the only great wyrm left in Dravania, and he dares not leave his lair. With Nidhogg's eyes in your possession, who now can challenge the might of Ishgard? Ascend the throne, and take your rightful place as the ruler of our people!
Nay, my friend, I must forsake the mantle of king. Though Nidhogg be defeated, his wyrmling horde yet darkens the skies with wings beyond counting. As one who partook of Ratatoskr's strength, it shall be my penance to bear a knight's arms until death grants me leave to retire. When that day comes, no prince shall perish, but a hells-bound hunter of dragons...
But Lord Haldrath! What then shall become of the royal line!?
Think of your people, my lord! Without a king, who will the common man turn to in his hour of need? How will he find his way without your benevolent hand to guide him?
I thank you, Ser Flavien and Ser Sylvetrel─for dispelling my remaining doubts. With men of such wisdom and compassion in service to the realm, 'tis plain that Ishgard has no need of a king. But if you must bow to the demands of tradition, you need look no further than yourselves for one worthy to wear the crown. Fare thee well, my brother knights...my loyal friends. On these shoulders shall I bear the weight of my father's sins; with this lance shall I repay the debt accrued through our misdeeds.
What cruel jest has fate played upon us...? Have we seized this desperate victory only to lose a king?
We can but act as our lord has bid. We few who remain must divide between us the rulership of Ishgard and her people.
Not I. My oath was to Lord Haldrath, and he alone. If he is not to be king, then I would hang up my shield, as well.
Will you abandon us, too, ser?
I would wash my hands of blood and betrayal and take up an honest trade. Mayhap I shall serve ale instead of sharpened steel...
We four, then...
Fortemps, Haillenarte, Durendaire, and Dzemael... But four houses to rule all of Ishgard...
...And what of the throne?
We keep it empty. Until the day a king rises once more, we must assume the role of stewards. We shall shape our nation anew with a history of our own making─and let the truth of this dark day die here, upon the battlefield.
What ails you, friend!? Are you wounded? You have borne witness to history...to the culmination of the first battle with Nidhogg. The legend of Ishgard's founding tells that our ancestors were led to the land of Coerthas by the valiant King Thordan. In the midst of their journey, they came to a wide chasm, where they were set upon by a great wyrm─Nidhogg. A furious battle then ensued, with Thordan leading the van. Though the brave king was slain defending his people, his son, Haldrath, the first Azure Dragoon, fought on undaunted... And with a mighty thrust of his lance, he gouged out Nidhogg's eye, forcing the wicked creature into retreat. Thus did this eldritch orb become a sacred treasure of Ishgard, lending its power to every knight deemed worthy to bear the title of Azure Dragoon. A rousing tale, is it not? Would that I could still believe it. But your vision, which we must accept as immutable truth, leaves no room for doubt─save on one point. If Haldrath took both of Nidhogg's eyes, then how came this eye to be lodged in the wyrm's skull? Beneath every answer we unearth, another question lies buried... 'Twas a fierce battle, but one I knew we would win. Your fame is well-deserved, Warrior of Light. Full proud am I to have fought at your side. I would fain return with all swiftness to Ishgard to inform the lord commander of our triumph... But we must first have words with Hraesvelgr. There are parts of this tale that the wyrm has kept from us, and I would know wherefore...
The Churning Mists
Though Nidhogg is fallen, my heart is yet heavy.
...And this stain of corruption pleases me not.
...When all has been put to rest, I must needs forge my armor anew.