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The Last Bastion

Mainquest1 Icon.png Lv. 82   The Last Bastion
Quest

Journal detail hr1 07.png Acquisition
This quest requires you to fight enemies in the open world.
Jullus: Garlemald - The Eblan Rime (x:22.8, y:24.5)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Camp Broken Glass

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071201.png82A Way ForwardMainquest1 Icon.png A Way Forward (Level 82)

Spacer2.png Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs) (Level 82)

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462,000
Experience Points



1,071
Gil
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Journal detail hr1 04.png Description
Jullus knows only too well that danger lurks around every corner.
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Journal detail hr1 02.png Unlocks Quests
071201.png82Personae non GrataeMainquest1 Icon.png Personae non Gratae (Level 82)

Journal detail hr1 07.png NPCs Involved
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Maps
JullusAlphinaudAlisaieImposing CommanderQuintus
 
Journal detail hr1 08.png Mobs Involved
Tempered Imperial
 

  • Jullus knows only too well that danger lurks around every corner.

From here, we'll be heading northeast, keeping to the left of the railway.
While the route itself is straightforward, getting past the hordes unseen is anything but. Keep your weapons at the ready.
They would attack their own countrymen?
Aye. They spare their own but slaughter the rest without hesitation.

Though we'll try to avoid detection, the chances of sneaking by completely unnoticed are slim at best. I will lead the way, but in the event we are seen...you're to fight them off.


Those two will follow us, provided they can refrain from drawing their weapons. While I doubt they would be foolish enough to stab their guide in the back, I will not take that chance. With that said, let us proceed...
Quest Accepted


Glory...to Garlemald...
Death...to her enemies...
We must stay alert...
Godsdammit, we're perfectly capable of holding our own...
I see why your comrades chose you.
Jullus, our contingent has a cure for the afflicted, or “tempered” as we call them.
Your people would need to be taken into custody that we may administer the treatment, but they would eventually regain their sanity.
Is that so? For all I know, your “treatment” would simply force them to forsake one master for another.

As far as I and my legion are concerned, they are no longer our people. They're beyond saving.


Those who thought differently and tried to reason with them were butchered for their bleeding hearts. Come─we have to keep moving.


Long live...the Emperor...
...
I hate to watch you bear this burden alone...
Looks like we're not being followed. We will continue onward.
The surest way to limit casualties is to reach our destination without drawing attention to ourselves. Perhaps afterwards we can try again to convince Jullus that the tempered can be saved...
He truly believes there's nothing that can be done for them. No wonder he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty...
...I meant what I said─these “people” deserve only death. I stayed my hand before only out of a desire to remain undiscovered, and that is still the higher priority. We should continue to avoid any unnecessary confrontations.
Keep following the railway.


Aaahhh...
Unnnghhh...
Such a transformation is likely irreversible...
To think they were once ordinary people...
Look at what they have become. Would you still stand there and claim that they can be cured!?
Those exposed to a vast quantity of a primal's aether may suffer severe corruption...
Even with treatment, such victims are beyond salvation.
Then you admit it. Now that you have seen these monstrosities for yourself, perhaps you will think twice before speaking of a cure.
Though I wish there was another way, I thank you for keeping us from harm.
Even here in the outskirts, it's plain to see how vastly different Garlemald is compared to other cities...
We're almost there.
You have kept your side of the agreement, so I will keep mine. This way.


Local Dialogue
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Why did I live,
when so many others...?
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It...hurts...
...
...
...
Tell me, where does it hurt?
My arm. Argh, it's killing me...!
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<sniffle> Wh-Where's Daddy? D-Did he...?
You mustn't worry, darling. I am sure he managed to escape, just like we did.
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Damn it all...! Is there truly nothing to be done!?
M-My wife, my daughter, too... Th-They both...
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<sniffle> I-I'm hungry...!
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The air is ice itself.
I may freeze to death at this rate.
System
She clearly has no intention of speaking with you.
System
He clearly has no intention of speaking with you.
System
The aetheryte is not responding.


Seems secure enough, but hardly the most hospitable of places.
I had no idea they had such expansive structures built underground...


This is Tertium, one of Garlemald's largest stations. It now serves as our headquarters.
I've already sent the twins ahead. I will be with you soon, so wait for me at the bottom of the stairs.
Go on, down the stairs, like I told you.
Or is this your first time into an underground station? They're all over Garlemald. Even during severe blizzards, we could use them to travel from one end of the city to another. Back when they were still in operation, that is.


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It's plain to see why they chose this as their base of operations.
They could have done a lot worse. Even so, I imagine it's not the easiest place to live.
Indeed...and if Jullus was willing to make the perilous journey to Camp Broken Glass in search of food, their own supplies must be all but exhausted.
They may be shielded from the wind and snow, but it's still bitterly cold. Much like Victors' Spoils, it must be a constant struggle to keep their people warm.
Lower your voices. While you may be here as my “guests,” the others will not take kindly to your presence.
My commander is in the locomotive, over there.
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Now comes the true test...
He certainly looks the part...
I will deal with you in a moment.
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Even now, you still... Why go to such lengths? What is it all for?
What will you say?
Because even the most bitter adversary may one day see reason. On the coldest, blackest of nights...meager though it may be, we must share the warmth of our fire.
You are a curious one. A far cry from the merciless barbarian others paint you to be.
You will be their warden. Take them away.
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Quest Completed
I have made my position quite clear. Do not test my patience.
It will take more than a trifle such as this to deter us.
Compared to what Garlemald's people have suffered in recent days, these collars are a minor inconvenience.
I have to remind myself not to touch it, even if it starts to itch. I'd rather not set if off by accident...
...Anyway, enough about that. Let's learn what we can from the refugees.


Local Dialogue
There's only so much I can do until we are able to procure more medicine. We cannot safely move the injured, and what little provisions we do have are spent keeping both us and the survivors warm.
No matter what may betide, I've my daughter, and that alone shall keep me from succumbing to even the darkest of nights.
I've never been this cold or this hungry in all my life. While Garlemald was built on a frozen waste, the city itself was always a warm, inviting place. Now, all we once had is in ruins...
I can't...feel my...fingers...
How much longer are we going to be stuck down here? This is no way to live.
Get out of my ear, will you? I'm exhausted, and the last thing I need is you and your drivel.
I know who you are. Forename Surname, Champion of Eorzea, yes? Our orders are to give you the run of our encampment, but I have my eye on you. So, what business do you have with me?
While everything above ground is in complete ruins, this station has so far escaped more or less unscathed. It's far from the ideal place to live, but I'd prefer to take my chances down here than up there.
Ceruleum and other necessary materials are in short supply. I'm not sure how long we can last on the stores we have.
I long for the day you breathe your last!
So...c-c-cold...
We've not the resources nor inclination to assist the likes of you. Be gone.
The material stored here is the property of the Ist Legion. If you think we'd share it with the likes of you, you're very much mistaken.
You stay away from me, you hear!?
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