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Purple Flame, Purple Flame

Mainquest1 Icon.png Lv. 51   Purple Flame, Purple Flame

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This quest requires you to fight enemies in the open world.
Estinien: Coerthas Western Highlands - Twinpools (x:15.7, y:21.4)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Falcon's Nest

Journal detail hr1 08.png Requirements
071201.png51Camp of the ConvictorsMainquest1 Icon.png Camp of the Convictors (Level 51)

Spacer2.png Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs) (Level 51)

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Aether Current
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Estinien wishes to prepare a signal fire to lure in the heretics.
Journal detail hr1 01.png Objectives
Journal detail hr1 02.png Unlocks Quests
071201.png52Where the Chocobos RoamMainquest1 Icon.png Where the Chocobos Roam (Level 52)
071221.png51Cat on a Cold Stone RoofSidequest1 Icon.png Cat on a Cold Stone Roof (Level 51)

Journal detail hr1 08.png Items Involved
Yak Hide
Journal detail hr1 07.png NPCs Involved
EstinienAlphinaudBoorish BanneretBoorish Bowman
Journal detail hr1 08.png Mobs Involved
Wooly Yak

  • Estinien wishes to prepare a signal fire to lure in the heretics.
  • Estinien seems eager to put the Convictory behind him and begin gathering materials for the signal fire. While he and Alphinaud search for a supply of dry wood, you are to hunt down a number of lumbering yaks. Head to the yaks' territory, and obtain two of their hides.
  • You have acquired two wooly yak hides. Make your way to the Dreaming Dragon and deliver them to Estinien.
  • Estinien builds a small fire, and adds pieces of the hides you collected to produce a thick purple smoke. It is not long before Lady Iceheart herself arrives to investigate the signal. You explain your desire to parley with Nidhogg, but the heretics' mistress quickly dismisses the plan as futile. She relates the history of treachery that fuels the great wyrm's wrath, and Estinien, though disagreeing on the point of Nidhogg's present goal, concedes that the maddened beast is unlikely to listen to reason. Alphinaud then suggests that speaking with Hraesvelgr, another of the seven great wyrms, may provide a more promising chance at peace. Lady Iceheart insists upon accompanying your party, and offers to lead you to Hraesvelgr's lair. As you resolve to depart for the dragons' homeland, the light of your Crystal of Ice suddenly flares once more...

Coerthas Western Highlands[edit]


The Convictory[edit]

I am not familiar with the building of signal fires, but how difficult could it possibly be...?
If we are to lure our foes to our position, then we must find a means of producing a signal of purple hue.
...As it so happens, I once heard the tale of a trapper who dropped the hide of a wooly yak onto his campfire. Aside from the terrible stench, the story also described in detail how the smoke from the smothered flames was tinged a deep violet. You are a monster hunter of some note, are you not, Forename? It should prove a trifling task for you to procure a number of hides. We may need to burn more than one ere the heretics notice our beacon. Master Alphinaud. You and I shall gather wood for the fire. Aye, it will take the both of us to find enough dry fuel in this frozen wasteland. Let us meet again at the Dreaming Dragon with the fruits of our labor.
'Twould seem that collecting firewood is a new experience for Master Alphinaud. His must have been a privileged upbringing... Ahem. Have you the hides we need?
I left Ishgard on a mission of noble purpose, and now here I am scrabbling for sticks in the snow. How can my hands be at once so numb yet so sore...?
(Unknown Archer)
Right. Time for my patrol... I'll leave once my
meal has had a chance to settle. I have spied not a scale nor a talon all day. Mayhaps the view would be better from Ashpool...


Ah, I should have known it would be you... Word reached me of a struggle with a small but well-armed band of trespassers. Forgive my comrades their hostility─few come here uninvited, and fewer still with good intent. Now, tell me why you are here.
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"We wish to stop Nidhogg's attack on Ishgard."
"We wished to speak with you."
"It's a long story..."

So, you seek to stem the Dravanian tide with talk? A romantic notion. If you but knew the truth─the spark which lit the flames of this animosity─you would understand the futility of your quest. Shall I relate it to you? The sordid history my gift has shown me? That which the Holy See has taken such pains to suppress? Twas more than a millennium past when an Elezen tribe first sought to claim the lands of Coerthas as its home. Unfortunately for them, Coerthas was already home to dragonkind, and they were not inclined to make way for the invaders. Thus did a bloody war begin─a war which might well have rumbled on until one or the other side was exterminated, had it not been for the resolve of a single woman. That woman's name was “Shiva.” While those around her fought and died, she attempted to parley with the dragons, and in so doing discovered them to be possessed of profound intelligence and reason. The great wyrm Hraesvelgr in particular so enchanted Shiva that she found herself growing to love the creature, whom her people considered a monster. In the eyes of a near-immortal dragon, however, the fleeting life of an Elezen is as that of a freshly cut rose─scarce has the flower bloomed before it begins to fade and wither. Such melancholy musings plagued Hraesvelgr, who had found in Shiva an unexpected and beloved soulmate. He knew that all too soon, death would snatch her away from him. Unable to bear the thought of their separation, the maid bid the wyrm consume her, that their spirits might be entwined for eternity. ...Though loath to perform the deed, Hraesvelgr ultimately gave in to her plea, and soon thereafter, the tale of their ill-fated love spread throughout the two warring factions. No more could they raise blade or claw against one another, knowing that the souls of their kin were so inextricably bound. In the days that followed, man and dragon learned to live in harmony, and together built a nation unlike any the world had ever known. For two hundred years did this blissful age of peace continue, as it would to this day, had vilest envy not stirred in the hearts of the Elezen. It is said that wyrms owe their longevity to the boundless reserves of vitality found within their eyes─and 'twas in this belief that a traitorous band of knights deceived their allies of some two centuries, and took by force that which they coveted... Nidhogg─he who now stands poised to unleash his wyrmlings upon Ishgard─was the great dragon who lost an eye to Elezen treachery. And until he prises it from the hands of the traitors' progeny, no amount of conciliatory words will stay his fury.
You are wrong, Lady Iceheart. Lest you misunderstand, I do not doubt your vision of the past─'tis true that Nidhogg greatly desired to reclaim the Eye. Indeed, it was for that very reason that I kept it with me as I roamed the land, attempting to draw him away from the city.
Good gods...
Until recently, Nidhogg seemed unable to resist its allure, and pursued me relentlessly. Needless to say, that is no longer the case. Now, it would seem he has fixed his attention on Ishgard itself, though he knows full well the Eye does not reside there.
You believe he targets the capital for another reason...?
I believe reason has all but left him. Through the Eye, I feel much of what Nidhogg feels, and the dragon's thirst for vengeance will not be quenched by aught less than a sea of blood.
If Nidhogg is indeed lost to reason, might we not seek an audience with Hraesvelgr instead? He has thus far shown no inclination to aid in the invasion of Ishgard, and may yet welcome our efforts to broker a peace.
You still believe that a peaceable solution can be found? Very well. I will take you to him. Our road will lead us to Dravania, the homeland of dragonkind. There we shall ascend unto the clouds, where Hraesvelgr resides...
Is aught amiss, my friend? I sense the many battles are beginning to take their toll. Rest awhile. And should you lose sight of us─Dravania lies beyond the mountains to the west.
Curious... The vestiges of thy mistress's blessing are not as faint as once they were... Thy will to succeed grants thee unusual fortitude. But will it be enough...?
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