Like Master, Like Pupil

Mainquest1 Icon.png Lv. 80   Like Master, Like Pupil

Journal detail hr1 07.png Acquisition
Y'shtola: Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks - The Hyaline (x:9.1, y:13.6)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks → The Aftcastle

Journal detail hr1 08.png Requirements
071201.png80Forget Us NotMainquest1 Icon.png Forget Us Not (Level 80)

Spacer2.png Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs) (Level 80)

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Experience Points

Miscellaneous Reward

Dungeon Icon.png Matoya's Relict (Level 80)

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Journal detail hr1 04.png Description
The trace of a wry smile is visible on Y'shtola's lips.
Journal detail hr1 01.png Objectives
  • Speak with Y'shtola in the Ruling Quarter.
  • Speak with Matoya.
  • Speak with Puro Roggo in the Makers' Quarter.
  • Use the Duty Finder or Trust to enter Matoya's Relict.
  • Use the Duty Finder or Trust to enter Matoya's Relict.
  • Speak with Alphinaud.
Journal detail hr1 02.png Unlocks Quests
071201.png80The Admiral's ResolveMainquest1 Icon.png The Admiral's Resolve (Level 80)

Journal detail hr1 07.png NPCs Involved
Y'shtolaAlphinaudAlisaieG'raha TiaMatoyaPuro Roggo the Unwashed
Trust System Icon.png Trust NPCs Available
AlphinaudAlisaieY'shtolaG'raha Tia

  • The trace of a wry smile is visible on Y'shtola's lips.
  • In your quest to cure as many of the tempered as possible, it is decided that you will turn to the wisdom of Master Matoya, the realm's foremost authority on familiars. Wasting no time, you set out for the Archon's hidden refuge in the Dravanian hinterlands.
  • Stepping into the dimly lit cave, you are greeted by the perennially cantankerous Matoya in typically biting fashion. “Pleasantries” thus exchanged, she demands to know your reason for coming, and Y'shtola dutifully explains your need for more familiars to play the role of Angelo. Pondering the challenge of producing a veritable herd of the creatures, the elderly Archon proposes creating a mother porxie who would in turn create the necessary porxies, and with a mixture of nostalgia and annoyance, makes mention of a certain moldy old hole...
  • The place to which Matoya so fondly alluded is soon revealed to be her abandoned workshop in the Makers' Quarter. There, she declares, you will be able to obtain all of the necessary ingredients for the mother porxie, and put them to use. You duly set off for the workshop's entrance, where a poroggo guide awaits.
  • At your word, the poroggo named Puro Roggo will show you into Matoya's Relict, that you might set about making your familiar-making familiar.
※Speak with your companion NPCs outside the instance entrance if you wish to enlist them for this duty.
※Use the Duty Finder if you wish to complete the instance alongside fellow players.
  • At the end of your ramble through the relict, you succeed in creating─and subsequently taming─the mother porxie. All that remains is to see if she can produce a litter of little helpers.
  • After G'raha Tia imbues the mother porxie with his magick, Y'shtola provides the familiar with the energy she needs to give birth. And give birth she does, to three bouncing baby Angelos, as all look on approvingly.
  • Your task in the relict thus accomplished, you rejoin your comrades outside. Though it will still be hard work to create the porxies, the process has been made a great deal more manageable, bringing you another step closer to finding a lasting solution to the primal problem.

You may recall that in order to procure the ingredients for Angelo, we had no choice but to surrender ourselves to the whims of the pixies. But I should have done so with far better grace had I known what we would go on to achieve.
We did it. We brought Ga Bu back. And if I have any say in the matter, he'll be the first of many.
Alisaie will be exhausted from her efforts, but you wouldn't think so to look at her now. If she is ready to press on, then so am I.
As she will be at pains to remind me, I have not paid Master Matoya a visit since returning from the First. But this seems as good a time as any. Come, let us make for her cave.
If you have a moment, Forename, perhaps you can say a word of thanks to those who helped to gather ice shards.
Time for another safety inspection of the Bonanza. When it comes to air travel, one can't be too careful!
So, Shtola's back. Has been for a good while now. Yet the girl hasn't bothered to pay me a visit. Hmph.
Well, perhaps she has her reasons. Wouldn't be the first time she hid from me after doing something embarrassing. In any case, it makes no odds to me. I prefer my peace and quiet.
It has been some time since Master Matoya last saw Y'shtola. What a lot they will have to talk about.
Do you remember? When last we came here, it was to find out why the others had collapsed. If someone had told me then that they'd been whisked away to another world, I would probably have laughed in their face. You live and learn, eh?
Master Matoya is something of a legend among Archons. I very much look forward to meeting her...if not the dressing down I am liable to receive for my inept attempts at summoning you.
I take it you are ready to bear witness to the joyous reunion of master and pupil? Very well...
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Nary a word from you all this time, then you bring every man and his poroggo with you. Did no one teach you any manners, girl?
They were too busy teaching me aetherology, Master. Jesting aside, I wanted to be the one to express our gratitude.
I am told you spared no effort to sustain our bodies while we were away. And for that we owe you our lives. Thank you.
Hmph. You were gone so long, I was starting to think you'd set your heart on staying.
It wasn't easy to leave, as it happens. Seldom does one have the opportunity to study other worlds, and I would not have minded extending my stay by a handful of years.
Ever the scholar, Y'shtola dedicated herself to studying ancient civilizations of the First, befriending a tribe known as the Night's Blessed in the process. There, she took on the name of Matoya, and won the respect of all the children of the forest.
I merely adopted an alias in accordance with the custom of my hosts. Yours just happened to be the first name that came to mind.
You mean to tell me you went gallivanting about using my name, and only bother to visit when you need a favor? And don't pretend you don't! I taught you long enough.
Indeed. And devoted pupil that I am, I could not fail to recall my master's sage advice: “When the answer eludes you, look to the wisdom of your elders.”
You there─were you going to introduce yourself?
How remiss of me. G'raha Tia is my name, and I am proud to call myself a Scion.
I too wish to offer my gratitude for your invaluable aid in sustaining the Archons' well as my apologies. It was my inexpert summoning spell which endangered their lives in the first place.
Ah, yes, the one bent on digging up the mysteries of Allag. Old Galuf used to speak of you, and Krile's told me all about your recent exploits.
Do you have a bad back, or something? At ease, boy! Whatever mess you've made, I'm not in the habit of dwelling on the failings of the younger generation.
...You are too kind. I have also heard much and more about you, Master Matoya. 'Tis an honor to finally make your acquaintance.
Well, that's more than enough pleasantries for anyone. Tell me what you want. I haven't got all day.
...So that's the way of it. It should be a simple enough matter to make the familiar. The magick, on the other hand...
Ah, that you may leave to me. Being the only one possessed of royal blood, I alone can imbue the subject with the necessary magick.
So I just need to create porxies with the power to stir the soul.

“Just,” I say, though we're talking about a veritable herd of the little buggers. We'd collapse before we reached double figures.

But if I could get a familiar to create the familiars─a mother porxie, as it were...

It seems I haven't seen the last of that moldy old hole after all...
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A porxie that produces porxies... What an inspired idea.
...By the way, Forename. Do you think I misspoke earlier? I assure you it was not my intention to embarrass anyone.
In case you've ever wondered, Alphinaud got his innocent streak from our mother. And it can be rather endearing─even useful in certain situations.
But most of the time, it just makes me want to shake him. Poor Y'shtola...
“Moldy old hole”...? She really must miss the place.
Where does she mean, do you think? Some manner of hidden workshop, perhaps?
All right, off to my old workshop, then. Everything required to make your familiar is there.
That may be, but no one has set foot in there since the exodus. I dread to imagine what has become of it.
Oh, there's sure to be a handful of feral familiars and mayhap a monster or two. But nothing to trouble the likes of you. You can consider cleaning up the place payment for my help.
Fine. We'll do it.
Good girl. Now, if there are no other objections, I suggest you run along to the Makers' Quarter.

I'll send one of my poroggos ahead to let you into the workshop. You need only tell him who you are. One can't be too careful, after all. Off you go.

What are you still doing here? Off to the Makers' Quarter with you! I'll join you when I'm ready. Go on, now! Shoo!
As I may have mentioned, Alisaie and I were still very young when we departed with the exodus. I envy Y'shtola for remembering the city as it once was.
The grass could certainly do with a trim...
The workshop was an unforgiving place even before the exodus, and I doubt the years of neglect have improved it.
Judging by the unruly state of the flora without, I think it safe to assume there will be no shortage of unruly fauna within. Add to that the undisturbed secrets of the workshop, and we have the makings of an adventure!
Greetings, ribbit, and welcome to my good mistress's relict. Puro Roggo is my name, and I am honored to be your guide.

Within you will find a space dedicated to the making of familiars, along with a cavern wherein the requisite ingredients may be had. I must warn you, however, that the place has not played host to a single soul, much less a broom, in over fifteen years, and will, I regret, be in some disarray.

But rest assured, my brothers and I shall see to it you do not lose your way. Now then, ribbit! Only say the word, and I will show you in.

Are you ready, ribbit? But give me the word, and I will show you in.
Though it has been a while since last I joined the fray, I have followed Alisaie's example and practiced whenever possible. My healing magicks are ready as always.
I'm no stranger to porxie-making, as you know. And that must count for something!
I was still a child when last I came here, but now I am rather more capable. Not that Master Matoya seems to have noticed. Mayhap she will when I have cleaned up the mess she left.
So, Forename, shall I lead the van? Or would you rather I followed up the rear?
Whatever you prefer, I am happy to adapt. So come, let us go and make our mother porxie!
Why aren't you in the Makers' Quarter? You're to look for my poroggo there. Go on now. I'll join you when I'm good and ready.
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Right. I need you to gather a few ingredients.
Listen well to what the poroggos say, or you'll wish you had.

<Matoya's Relict Dungeon>

All right, let's get this over with.
Newborns are wont to be difficult. Show her who's in charge.
There we are. Quite tame.
Then all that remains is for me to imbue her with the magick. My friends, I'm afraid I must trouble you for your aether once more.
That should suffice...
Good. Let's set her to work then, shall we? I want to see some porxies. Assuming, that is, someone can spare the requisite energy?

A mere drop in the ocean for the great sorceress Matoya, I daresay.

Excellent. Our very own litter of Angelos.

And we can make as many more as we want simply by providing the mother porxie with additional aether.
I will require a moment before I try again.
It's still hard work, but a damn sight more efficient than making them one by one. Thank you, Master Matoya. Everyone. We're a step closer to our goal.
Distributed amongst the allied nations, they should do much to facilitate closer dialogue with the beast tribes. And given their present travails, I believe our friends in Limsa Lominsa should be the first beneficiaries.
Agreed. Though I must leave this errand to you. I doubt my legs will carry me out of the cave, much less to Vylbrand.
Thank you for taking the lead in gathering the ingredients. I expect you would benefit from a rest too.
In addition to the porxies, I trust you've gained an inkling of how much effort goes into the creation of familiars. Or mayhap you attribute your struggles to old age?
If I said yes, would it persuade you to treat me like an adult?
Hmph! Not with that pertness, it wouldn't. Anyway, assuming you have no other favors to ask, I shall be leaving.
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Ugh, my joints were fairly screaming by the time I got home, and Shtola was more hindrance than help. In future, I'll thank you to keep your favors closer to my cave.
My apologies, but I will rest here awhile. Go on without me.
Given it was her first time making a porxie, Master Matoya did a fine job. Though she did have Angelo for inspiration.
Forgive me if this is a silly question, but of all creatures real and imagined...why choose a flying pig? Not that I dislike pigs, mind you...
Lest you wonder, Master Matoya has returned to her cave with Y'shtola. Hm hm! They are as peas in a pod, are they not?
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