The Final Coil of Bahamut - Turn 3

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At 8,872 yalms below the surface, your party arrives within Bahamut’s cavernous regeneration chamber. As Alisaie moves to disable the internment hulk, she finds her way barred by her grandsire, the Archon Louisoix. The man once gave his life that the realm might be spared; if you would honor his legacy, you must now strike him down.
Enemies:
Zone Coordinates
Northern Thanalan (19-20)

Requirements:

1 to 8 players (2 Tanks, 2 Healers, 4 DPS)
Class: Disciples of War or Magic
※ Limited jobs can participate only in a preformed party meeting party size requirements or an unrestricted party, and if duty rules allow.
Level: 50
※ Level will be synced upon entry.
Average Item Level: 120
※ While synced, all item stats are adjusted.
※ Role and item level restrictions are lifted for parties meeting minimum size requirements.


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2 2 4
Minimum Level: 50 (Sync from 50)
Minimum iLevel: 120
Time Limit: 90 Minutes Minutes
Unrestricted Party: Allowed
Echo Icon.png The Echo: Default +20%
Regular Duty: Raids: A Realm Reborn
Type: Raid
Zone: IC-06 Main Bridge
Region: Thanalan
Expansion: Original
Background Music: From the Ashes
Tomestones
Allagan Tomestone of Poetics Icon.png
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Objectives
  1. Defeat Phoenix.

Edit The Final Coil of Bahamut - Turn 3's Dialogue
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Gods, he is almost whole again!
His size is staggering… I can scarce imagine how Grandfather stood against such a monstrosity.
This cannot be allowed to proceed any further. Let us disable the coil and move on.

Grandfather!


No, that man is dead. I will not dishonor my beloved grandsire’s memory by calling you such.


You are but his twisted shade─the thrall of a mad primal.
You were foolish to disregard my warning, child. Are you so convinced of your own righteousness?
’Tis the rightness of our path that led us to return. Eorzea will never be safe whilst Bahamut remains to threaten all we hold dear.
What of the hero who gave his life in defense of the realm? Do you truly dispute the justice of our cause?
My poor ignorant grandchildren─your world is shaped by naught but recent conflict. Listen, and I will speak to you of “justice.”

‘Twas in the twilight of the Third Astral Era… The southern land of Meracydia suffered invasion at the hands of the Allagan Empire. With no atrocity too depraved for their purpose, the forces of Allag were unstoppable in their advance.


Desperate for salvation, the dragons prayed to one of the first brood─to their ancestor Bahamut. Infused with the power of their fervent supplications, Bahamut arosefrom the abyss of death and took wing as the Meracydians’ new born god.


Yet this great miracle would only serve to further the manical designs of the dragons’ imperial conquerors. The cruel fetters that bind my lord stand testament to the Allagans’ boundless greed and hubris.


I once summoned the Twelve in an attempt to forestall the advent of the Seventh Umbral Era.


What then did the dragons of Meracydia do that I did not? Wherefore are they accursed and I exalted?


‘Tis man’s overweening belief in his own primacy that blinds him to the commonness of his condition…and the truth of his own tyrrany.


As long as man is suffered to remain, the dragons shall never be at peace.


Only when the plague of people has been expunged shall the children of Lord Bahamut be free. Then shall the world know true justice.
Stop it! Grandfather would never say such things! His belief that people were worth saving never faltered!
He had faith in their strength…that they could stand together and push back the darkness seeking to shape them.
A false hope. ‘Tis folly to place one’s faith in so flawed a race.

“Stand together”? Hmph. They would first need to agree on which direction to face. If history teaches us anything, it is that man cannot find common ground between his own two feet.


Even you, twins whose veins run with the same blood, struggle to fathom each other’s reasoning. You hide your differing agendas behind the convenient banner of Eorzea’s salvation. Given your obvious self-interest, can you truly claim no kinship with the Allagans?


And though I hoped they might bring you closer, ‘twould seem the twin grimoires I bestowed upon you were a wasted gesture…
There may well be truth in your judgement of Alisaie and me… but such a one-sided tirade bemoaning the evils of man rings false coming from the lips of Archon Louisoix.

Tell me─do you champion the cause of dragons because Bahamut compels you as his thrall?


Or is it because you yourself have transcended the limits of man’s existence?
Ah, so the possibility did not escape your notice? What I prayed for, and what I have become…these are the keys that unlock the truth behind Eorzea’s rebirth.
If you would have them, then you must needs take them by force. Come, rend this divine form asunder and claim your answers!
But…I thought… He has become a primal!?
’Tis difficult I know, but you must accept it: that entity is no phantom or imposter─it is our beloved grandsire!
Please─for his sake and ours─you must defeat our grandfather!
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Grandfather is truly gone this time. But better it end this way than the alternative…
I am yet here Alisaie. My dear sweet granddaughter…
Grandfather…?
I must thank you, Warrior of Light. Without your valor, I might never have broken free of Bahamut’s control.
These last few moments are mine to live as the man I once was.
This is all that I wanted. Yet now it is happening, I find myself struggling to believe it… is it really you?
Grandfather, pray forgive me my insolence. It was not my intent to demean you.
Forgive you? I am proud of you, child. You were wise enough to deduce the manner of creature I had become.
Alphianud, Alisaie. If any here should beg forgiveness, it is I.
Grandfather, I must ask… Will you not tell us befell during the Calamity?
Yes. Yes, of course. You have come far to hear the truth…

Let us then begin the tale at the Battle of Carteneau, where clashed the forces of the Garlean Empire and the Eorzean Alliance.


‘Twas there in the sky above the surging armies that the elder primal Bahamut broke free of the red moon, Dalamud.


In an effort to contain this avatar of destruction, I called upon the Twelve to aid me in the creation of a prison of aether…


But Bahamut would not be caged by such feeble bars─too vast was his might; too fierce his rage.

You know of what happened next. I used the last of my strength to send you and your companions outside of time, and then prepared to meet my end.

Little choice remained to me. I used the last of my strength to entrust our hope unto the future, and prepared to meet my end.

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As you have no doubt surmised, I did not perish. When the cage built from the essences of the Twelve was destroyed, the sky was filled with a colossal cloud of aether…

This drifting energy responded to the prayers of those fighting below─and my own desperate wish that the dying realm be saved─by infusing me with the power of a primal.


I became the immortal Phoenix, ancient symbol of rebirth.


Rising into the sky, I struck Bahamut with all my newfound strength. The blow shattered his earthly form, and a shower of aether rained down upon the land.


Thus began the rejuvenation of Eorzea.


Believing the deed done, I relinquished my hold on that staggering energy, desirous that it should return to the realm without delay.


But I had not reckoned on Bahamut’s tenacious will. Even as he teetered upon the cusp of oblivion, the dragon reached out to claim me.


Alas, within my fast fading form, enough remained of the Phoenix’s energy to offer Bahamut a hold, and he dragged me along in his wake.
And thus began your existence as the elder primal’s thrall.
I cannot help but wonder at his will to survive… Though he was all but obliterated, Bahamut found a way to seize the power you surrendered.
That would explain how part of his physical form survived to be entombed underground.
’Twould also explain why Eorzea was so terribly warped. Even as the land sought to restore itself, the returning flow of aether was cut off.
Very good. When his grip on existence was once again secured, Bahamut did not cease his feast until he had consumed every last mote of aether that yet floated in the air.
And still he was not fully restored…
You must remember that by this time, much of the freed aether had already returned to the land. That which remained was not sufficient to reconstruct so massive a form in its entirety.

But there did not need to be─not for a being sustained by the marvels of Allagan technology.


As long as some piece of Bahamut persists, the coils will seek it out and continue their regenerative task.


The fragments of Dalamud appear motionless from the surface, but deep beneath the ground they had been searching…tunnelling through rock and soil towards their escaped prisoner.


And, as you have observed for yourselves, they found his heart.


Warrior of Light, heed me. You must put a stop to Bahamut’s regeneration.


Whether it be for man or for dragonkind, the question of justice is irrelevant. The elder primal will leave naught but a smoldering wasteland for both his children and ours.

I beg you to defend Eorzea─as you always have, and as I always knew you would.

I beg you to defend Eorzea, and guide its people to the future they yet struggle to find.


This portal will take you to the final internment hulk. ‘Tis time for the tale of Bahamut and his part in the Calamity to come to an end!


Alphinaud, Alisaie. Pray come closer.


Your hopes and dreams must no longer be an extension of mine. You must needs find your own reason to fight for this realm─your own meaning in this sea of chaos.


Will you do that for me?
Of course, Grandfather. I have already made it my mission to see this newborn Eorzea survive and flourish.
Alisaie. While I was yet in thrall to Bahamut, you spoke of my faith in man’s strength. Know that your words reached me, imprisoned though my soul still was.

So forceful was your conviction, I wonder if that belief has not become your own. Perhaps, after all your anger and sorrow was spent, you found something greater within you.


See this fight to its culmination. ‘Tis also your strength in which I have faith.
Thank you…for everything… Pray take your rest, Grandfather… You deserve it.
There are records of an art that allow one to summon the power of a primal from the essence of its demise.

And though I am no true primal, all that I have left, I give to you.


Alphianud. Alisaie. My darling grandchildren. May light’s blessings ever keep and protect you.
Come, Warrior of Light. Our task remains undone!
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Phoenix
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Chest 1
Neo Aetherstone - Hand Gear Icon.png Neo Aetherstone - Foot Gear Icon.png Dreadwyrm Leg Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png Faded Copy of From the Ashes Icon.png
Chest 2
Dreadwyrm Head Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png Dreadwyrm Hand Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png Dreadwyrm Foot Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png


Drop Table (7)
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Item Type iLvl Requirements Stats
 Dreadwyrm Foot Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png  
Dreadwyrm Foot Gear Coffer (IL 130)
Gold chest icon.png
 Miscellany  &00000000000000010000001&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
A heavy chest containing a piece of dreadwyrm attire.

Required level: 50. IL: 130. Foot gear type determined by current job or class at time of opening. Cannot be opened in instanced areas such as dungeons, PvP areas, or raids.


 Dreadwyrm Hand Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png  
Dreadwyrm Hand Gear Coffer (IL 130)
Gold chest icon.png
 Miscellany  &00000000000000010000001&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
A heavy chest containing a piece of dreadwyrm attire.

Required level: 50. IL: 130. Hand gear type determined by current job or class at time of opening. Cannot be opened in instanced areas such as dungeons, PvP areas, or raids.


 Dreadwyrm Head Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png  
Dreadwyrm Head Gear Coffer (IL 130)
Gold chest icon.png
 Miscellany  &00000000000000010000001&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
A heavy chest containing a piece of dreadwyrm attire.

Required level: 50. IL: 130. Head gear type determined by current job or class at time of opening. Cannot be opened in instanced areas such as dungeons, PvP areas, or raids.


 Dreadwyrm Leg Gear Coffer (IL 130) Icon.png  
Dreadwyrm Leg Gear Coffer (IL 130)
Gold chest icon.png
 Miscellany  &00000000000000010000001&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
A heavy chest containing a piece of dreadwyrm attire.

Required level: 50. IL: 130. Leg gear type determined by current job or class at time of opening. Cannot be opened in instanced areas such as dungeons, PvP areas, or raids.


 Faded Copy of From the Ashes Icon.png  
Faded Copy of From the Ashes
Gold chest icon.png
 Orchestrion Roll  &00000000000000010000001&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
Timeworn pages of sheet music retrieved from the Ragnarok Main Bridge.


 Neo Aetherstone - Foot Gear Icon.png  
Neo Aetherstone - Foot Gear
Gold chest icon.png
 Part  &0000000000000180000000180&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
An Allagan device that, when affixed to gear, augments the gear's strength.


 Neo Aetherstone - Hand Gear Icon.png  
Neo Aetherstone - Hand Gear
Gold chest icon.pngDesynthesis Icon.png
 Part  &0000000000000180000000180&00000000000000010000001
Req. Level 1
An Allagan device that, when affixed to gear, augments the gear's strength.




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