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| Ayoyo, Wandering Minstrel, Reyner, Carvallain, Rhoswen, Hasthwab, Naoki Yoshida, Baderon, Lyngsath, Merlwyb, Sicard, Deryk, Baby Opo-opo (NPC)
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- Ayoyo asks for your continued assistance in seeing her plan for the Rising fireworks realized.
- ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
- Before preparations begin in earnest, Ayoyo must have her ideas approved by the head of the organizing committee: Reyner Hansred, leader of the Yellowjackets. To that end, you accompany her to the Coral Tower, hopeful the commodore can be won to your cause.
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- ※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.
- Commodore Reyner approves Ayoyo's plan on the condition that she convince the Black Sails to provide the ships from which the salute will be fired. A step in the right direction, you regroup outside the Coral Tower to consider your next move.
- Ayoyo wishes to retain your services in the next round of negotiations. Fearing she may fail to find the right words to persuade the pirates, she asks you take a leading role in navigating the upcoming parley. When you are ready, she will await you at the Anchor Yard.
- Together with the help of Ayoyo and the wandering minstrel, you succeed in stirring the captains of the Black Sail factions to action. They soon take their leave, leaving the three of you to settle your nerves and make ready for the celebration.
- Ayoyo is overjoyed at seeing her plan fast approaching fruition. With little time to spare, she has already entrusted your reward for helping her to the wandering minstrel. She bids you go and speak with him to collect it, and while away the hours until the ceremonial salute is ready to fire.
- You join the wandering minstrel, and together gaze upon Ayoyo's salute both to fallen friends and those who set sail for new adventures. With this, another year's journey begins.
A display of such grandeur is not merely a matter of crafting the fireworks proper. We shall require the cooperation of a great many people─several of whom may be less than disposed to offer it.
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Right, then. Let's get started, shall we, dearie?
The plan is, we're goin' to line up an 'ole fleet o' ships across the bay, an' 'ave 'em fire a broadside into the sky!
But before we go about findin' our fleet, we need to get the plan approved by the organizin' committee, and that means convincin' Commodore Reyner.
I'll take the lead, but I ain't exactly got the silverest tongue, nor much experience nobblin' with the 'igher-ups. If you two see me strugglin', put in a word, won't ye?
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Of course, milady. Your cause is ours.
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Thank ye, me dears! Together then, to the Coral Tower!
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| Ayoyo seems lost in thought.
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If spoken to before Wandering Minstrel.
| Ayoyo gestures excitedly.
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Commodore Reyner worked 'is way up the ranks, all the way from rock bottom to the tippity top. 'E knows the workin's o' the thalassocracy in an' out, so any flaws in our proposal, an' 'e'll see right through 'em...
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Last I had the privilege of meeting with the Commodore was around the time of the Calamity. I had been arrested for conspiracy to incite rebellion. Naturally, it was all a misunderstanding.
Some other scurrilous soul had been singing songs of sedition. If not for Reyner and his relentless pursuit of the truth, I might still be lingering in the brig. He is a shrewd investigator who will brook no equivocation. Shall we, then?
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Ayoyo walks up to Reyner, and explains herself. 
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Wanting to make the Rising display special I can fathom, but the sheer scale of this proposal is beyond anything I imagined.
Ayoyo, need I remind you that the first duty of the Yellowjackets is the keeping of the peace?
Filling the bay with ships will not only disturb the daily workings of the harbor, but is sure to foment agitation among the commons. Knowing this, do you still mean to persevere with this outlandish plan? |
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I do, Commander.
Every Lominsan 'eart, every Eorzean 'eart, still bears the scars o' the Calamity. All that loss, that 'ardship, that struggle...it cut deep.
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Ayoyo places a hand over her heart. 
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But the Risin' ain't just about lookin' to the past, it's about lookin' to the future, too. An' if it's our duty to watch over folk─keep 'em on the strait and narrow, like─I reckon it's our duty to see 'em off on another year's journey, too.
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Reyner closes his eyes for a long moment. 
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I accept that your intentions are pure, but what of the logistics? I trust you have a plan as to who exactly will be providing─and paying for─this fleet of yours.
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Yes, Commander. We're goin' to petition the Maelstrom for the flagship, and the rest from, er...the Black Sails.
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O-Of course. One is wont to forget that those buccaneering souls remain bound to serve the Maelstrom in times of necessity. Lady Ayoyo would have us parley with the three great pirate captains and remind them of their civic duty...it seems.
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Aye, that's right. The pirates answered the Admiral's call back when the moon was fallin'. Fought an' died at Carteneau, same as the rest of us.
When they 'ear about our plan to salute all those who fell, an' all those who didn't, I don't doubt they'll answer the call again.
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Hm! I wish you all the luck in the world in recruiting those rogues to your cause. You shall need it.
Very well, then. Allow me to arrange the parley. Should you succeed in this feat, you may consider all of my remaining doubts answered.
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I bid you remember that you go to speak with pirates. Lawless marauders all. Pray that you do not say aught to offend them, lest we find ourselves with a mutiny on our hands.
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You gesture to indicate yourself. 
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I shall have the Maelstrom summon the leaders of the three factions to the Anchor Yard. Pray go there and complete your preparations.
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Ayoyo psyches herself up. 
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You make a show of your resolve. 
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✓Speak with the wandering minstrel.
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The Rising is a time of remembrance. A time for us all to reflect on what we lost, and what we gained, when Dalumud fell. It gladdens me that my young officers should not forget the pirates' sacrifice.
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We are to parley with pirates! Truly, life is but a succession of unexpected events.
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Cheers for stickin' with me, lads. I 'ope I can count on yer support in the next set o' negotiations an' all.
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Of course, my lady. Alas, I fear the captains─those far-famed scourges of the seas─will prove rather less biddable partners than Commodore Reyner did.
While Rhoswen of the Sanguine Sirens may be swayed by emotion, Carvallain of the Kraken's Arms is of a much more mercenary mind. The Executioners, meanwhile, value honor and glory above all else.
If there is aught that unites them, it is a zealous spirit. Let us argue with passion, that we might inflame theirs. |
| Ayoyo gestures to indicate herself.
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If it's passion ye're after, I've got that in bleedin' bucketloads!
But I might need you two to jump in again, 'case me tongue decides to tie itself in an 'alf 'itch. Just say the first thing that comes into yer 'eads, an' I'll pick up after.
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| You gesture to indicate yourself.
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Come on then, dearies, let's 'ead on over to the Anchor Yard an' get this parley started!
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Ayoyo raises a hand in greeting. 
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Thanks fer comin'. The reason we asked ye here is─
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Aye, the Maelstrom's summons laid it out fer us loud an' clear. Ye want us to 'elp ye with the Risin' fireworks.
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Rhoswen gestures pointedly at Ayoyo. 
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An' the answer's no! When my Sirens fire a broadside, it's to send our enemies to the bottom o' the briny, not to paint pretty pictures in the sky for drylanders to gawp at. We've better things to be doin' with our time.
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'Tis a rare occurrence, to be sure, but I find that my opinion aligns with Rhoswen's. Our time is precious, as I am sure is yours. Let us hasten to draw these discussions to a close.
I shall put it bluntly. I see no profit in this endeavor for myself and my men. So unless there is anything else...?
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What will you say?
1) No profit? How sad that the great Carvallain should lose his nose for coin.
2) You would put the Admiral and the Yellowjackets in your debt.
3) Why, it is the perfect opportunity: to forge a deeper bond with Rhoswen.
You smile incredulously and shrug. 
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I did not come here to be insulted. If you know of a method by which the Krakens might stand to gain from this that I do not, then state it, or else hold your tongue. Or better yet, allow me to hold it for you.
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| You smile and explain yourself.
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A debt of gratitude, perhaps, for providing the men and material for this pageantry entirely at our own expense. I saw no mention of the Krakens being compensated for our efforts in a material sense...or am I mistaken?
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You smile and explain yourself. 
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If you should require my men and I to shackle ourselves to the Sirens, we should require even greater recompense.
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The sheer scale of the spectacle we propose would no doubt draw all the lords and ladies of the realm to gather in the city. Personages of high renown, and deep pockets.
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Aye, an' if they saw you lot workin' 'and in 'and with the Maelstrom, it'd do wonders fer yer public image. Folks who normally wouldn't touch a pirate with a bargepole'd be queuein' up to do business with ye!
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I do believe you have a point, poorly phrased though it might be. To win legitimate business, one must project the image of a legitimate businessman.
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Sod yer image! An' sod anyone who's too lily-livered to trade with us! They can stick their bargepoles up their backsides! What's in it for the Sirens?
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What will you say?
1) If you won't consider them customers, consider them quarry!
2) Don't you want to bring joy to the masses?
3) Carvallain's in. Don't you want to be... together?
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| Rhoswen waves dismissvely.
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Hah! You do realize our days o' pillagin' every ship we see are long gone? Quarry my arse.
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| You smile and explain yourself.
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Look, I enjoy the fireworks as much as anyone, I just don't see why it's got to be us what puts 'em on. We're pirates, not...vaudy-villains!
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Wh-What're ye tryin' to imply? I'd rather cut me arse off with a rusty cutlass than 'ave to spend another minute in that preenin' pissant's company! Me an' my girls are proper pirates!
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The Sanguine Sirens ain't all about the piratin' life, though, are ye? Ye run almshouses for the sick an' injured, an' those with child. Keep 'emselves busy with odd jobs, such as come their way.
Them's yer 'unters, an' the folk who're drawn to the city to see the grand display, yer quarry.
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Ahhh, I see where yer goin' with this. Get the girls to set up stalls sellin' food an' grog an' the like, an' they'd make a killin'─providin' they 'ad all the right permits from the Yellowjackets. Ye're a shrewd one, you!
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| Rhoswen glances covertly at Carvallain.
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Maybe I could lend 'em an 'and meself. They do say the best way to a man's heart is through his stoma─ <cough cough cough>
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What of the Executioners? There is no dishonor in linking arms with Admiral Merlwyb and the Maelstrom, surely?
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You. Yellowjacket. I want ye to tell me one thing, and tell it true.
This is Limsa Lominsa─the greatest port in all the realm. Ye could find this fleet o' yers without our 'elp, yet you've come 'ere beggin' fer it. Why?
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| Ayoyo bows her head and closes her eyes for a moment.
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Because... Because I reckon you're the ones who need the Risin' most.
The Black Sails only came together 'cause o' Carteneau. Ye could've upped anchor and sailed off into the sunset, but no─ye fought like demons on those cursed flats. Made 'eroes o' yerselves, and martyrs...
The way I see it, 's only right that those that lost the most, when they stood to gain the least, should be the ones to fire the salute to the departed.
An' a salute to the departin', too. The Calamity changed the lives o' you pirates more'n anyone. If anyone should be celebratin' new beginnin's, it's those whose new beginnin's already begun! |
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Heh heh... Ha ha ha! So it's all fer our own good, is it?
I'm 'eadin' back to the Astalicia. Send word when ye've 'ammered out the details o' this display o' yers. We'll see what we can do.
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Can't rightly say no to you now, can I? We lost a lot o' good people back in Carteneau. Let's send 'em all off with a bloody great bang!
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I will join you, on one condition: that in your reminiscence of trauma past, you do not make a shameful spectacle of yourself. Pray do not force me to restrain you...again.
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Rhoswen gestures angrily at Carvallain. 
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I-I never forced ye to do nothin'! Ye'll keep yer 'ands off me if ye want to keep 'em, ye randy bastard!
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Quite the fragile flower, isn't she? Well, then, I bid you adieu. My ships will not ready themselves.
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You nod to Ayoyo. 
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You give Ayoyo a thumbs up. 
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✓Make for the Anchor Yard.
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My hearty congratulations to both of you. It was my honor to play a supporting part, but it was your passion for the Rising that swayed them.
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| Ayoyo gestures excitedly.
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Aaand... breathe! Gods, I was so nervous I could 'ardly speak! Thanks so much fer chippin' in when ye did.
Could've never've got 'em on our side without ye. Right, then─time to put the finishin' touches to this plan o' mine! It's goin' to be wonderful, I just know it!
Oh, an' about yer reward─I've given it to the minstrel. Ye can grab it from 'im. To new beginnin's, lad, an' may the Navigator's breath ever fill yer sails! |
Ayoyo bows to you, and runs away. 
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You did a great service, my friend, both for Lady Ayoyo and for all those who love the Rising─myself included. For that, I shall be ever grateful.
I expect it shall be still some hours before preparations for the grand finale are complete. Mayhap we could wait together?
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Wait for the firework display to begin?
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A number of ships have dropped anchor at the edge of the bay. A crowd has gathered at the Anchor Yard.
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While we wait, would you care to hear a verse that has lately come to me? It is a song of celebration─of encouragement, for all those who sail for unknown shores. Pray, lend me your ears...
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| You step forward, and gaze up at the moon.
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Greetings, Warrior of Light.
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You are shocked. 
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This is a world that exists outside your reality. Could it be a dream? A flight of fancy conjured by your weary mind? Perhaps...or perhaps not.
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| ??? turns, revealing himself to be Naoki Yoshida, and approaches you.
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'Tis a pleasure to meet you again. As I have in the past, I have beckoned you here that I might express my gratitude.
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'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Naoki Yoshida, and I have beckoned you here that I might express my gratitude.
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The road we have walked has been long and winding, full of perils and pitfalls, but we have enjoyed every step in your company. We hope that you feel the same about this last, great leap.
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With every adventure we undertake, the longer the legacy we leave behind us. Yet a lengthy history need not mean a foreshortened future. Many adventures yet await.
We shall continue to chart a course into the great unknown─one that takes in all the diverse wonders this wide world has to offer─that your legacy might grow ever greater.
To be certain, it would be a less trying task to sleepwalk ever onward down the same, well-furrowed path, Yet to venture down paths untrodden, believing in the bright and glorious future that lies beyond them, is by far the more rewarding.
This is the gift that we wish to deliver unto you: the gift of adventure.
And we pray, with all our hearts, that you will continue to walk with us. |
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We thank you for joining us on this journey, heretofore and hereafter.
...Now, the time has come for this vision to end; time for your eyes to open from this waking dream.
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One cannot know what fills the hearts and minds of those who look to the sky this Rising night. Perhaps you and I will see very different images in those explosions of light and color.
But one thing I know for certain─that right here, right now, we look to the same sky.
And though the paths that lay ahead of us may lead in very different directions, sometime, someplace, they shall cross again. |
| You close your eyes.
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'Tis almost time for the display to begin. The consummation not only of our labors, but of the thoughts and prayers of the people of this fair city. A salute for the departed, and for those who set sail into unknown waters.
Many adventures yet await you, my friend. May the Navigator's breath ever fill your sails.
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The fireworks begin. The crowd cheers.
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From eastern sea to eastern sky, the sacred sun ascends,
And voices stir: of wind, of waves, of ropes, of sails, of friends,♪
Who like the golden light of dawn that streams across the sea,
Set sunlit sail for foreign lands, may fortune follow thee.♪
Her journey done, so sinks the sun below the western waves,
And mem'ries stir: of friends of yore, asleep in wat'ry graves.♪
Let not our voices raised in song disturb your endless sleep,
But join us in our chorus and you dream among the deep.♪
An excerpt from an ancient mariners' song. A prayer for the safe return of those who sail o'er the far horizon, and for the peace of those who sleep beneath those same, eternal waves. |
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It concludes with a wish: that the voices of those whose spirits are stirred in anticipation of new adventure reach the ears of those whose adventures ended too soon, that they might be united as one. A fitting sentiment for the Rising, methinks.
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And so I offer you my own, heartfelt wish: that even should your adventures carry you beyond the far-flung horizon of this wide world, we should meet once more in a twelvemonth's time, and look up to the same sky...together.
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| You nod.
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You have unlocked the toy chest. Open the toy chest found in any inn room to play mini-games.
Additionally, certain notable personages have been seen to frequent the Anchor Yard this Rising. Do the same, and you may be greeted with an unexpected encounter.
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Many and more have come from far afield to enjoy the festive atmosphere of Limsa Lominsa this Rising. Now that your work is done, be sure to bask in it yourself.
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Interacting with The Anchor Yard
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A soft, westerly wind blows across the Anchor Yard.
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Enjoy the sea breeze awhile?
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You hear footsteps approaching. You turn and see...
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Who do you see?
1) The proprietor of the Drowning Wench.
2) The head chef of the Bismarck.
3) The Admiral herself.
4) The acting captain of the Bloody Executioners.
5) An explorer and his baby opo-opo.
| Baderon Baderon approaches you, and raises a hand in greeting.
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If it ain't me old pal Forename. 'Ere to beg the old bird fer guidance, too, are ye?
S'dhodjbi said you 'ad an 'and in this year's fireworks. And not a bad job ye made of 'em, neither.
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So you're the 'venturer who's been lendin' the Yellowjackets an 'and with this year's display.
My servin' wench told me all about ye. One to look out fer, she said. Proper public-spirited, like.
You met S'dhodjbi down in Hawker's Alley, aye? I sent 'er to pick up some stock fer the Wench, but d'ye know what she brought me back? Only a bottle o' bleedin' Bacchus! Paid fer it out of 'er own pocket, she did─to thank me again fer savin' 'er life.
Don't know why she's so 'ung up about it. The girl's paid me back an 'undred times over with all 'er 'ard work over the years. Felt a bit bad acceptin' it, like, but, well...a bottle o' Bacchus is a bottle o' Bacchus...
Reckon it's you we should be thankin', anyway, fer that marvellous display.
All the ships in the 'arbor, the fire in the sky, it brought back a lot of memories. Some good, some bad...but every one of 'em well worth rememberin'.
And we ain't done makin' 'em yet! You'll be off on yer next adventure soon enough, I wager? Well, you can't rightly be stridin' out on an empty stomach, now, can ye? Come up to the Wench, and we'll fill yer belly! |
| You shrug and offer an incredulous smile.
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| You continue conversing with Baderon.
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Lyngsath approaches you, and raises a hand in greeting. 
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Well, well, well. I come to feel Llymlaen's breath on me face, only to find the faithless besom whisperin' in the ear of another! How've ye been keepin', Forename?
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Well, well, well. I come to feel Llymlaen's breath on me face, only to find the faithless besom whisperin' in the ear of another!
'Old on, you're that adventurer Ayoyo told me about, ain't ye?
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I 'ear we've got you to thank fer the Risin' display. Ayoyo's been singin' yer praises from Fisherman's Bottom to the Coral Tower.
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| You cock your head at Lyngsath.
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What? Surprised I know 'er? Limsa's a small place, lad. 'Ardly a day goes by I don't see a Yellowjacket or several in the Bismarck─whether it's to sup on the finest food and wine this side o' the sea, or to clap the irons on those who've tapped the casks a touch too thirstily.
S'pose an adventurer like you mightn't've noticed, always comin' an' goin' as ye are, but stick around in the city fer a while an' you'll see─the 'Jackets ain't just axes fer 'ire, they're true friends o' the common folk.
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| Lyngsath looks out across the bay, and you follow his gaze.
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Ayoyo was a retainer before the Calamity struck, ye know. 'Er master 'ad a thing fer fireworks. Every time they came back from their wanderin's, they'd load 'er down with an 'undredweight of spouts and spinners they'd picked up from gods know where.
Day and night you'd see 'er down in the market ward, beamin' that sunny smile of 'ers at every passer-by, tryin' 'er damndest to flog the stuff.
Enjoyed the work, I reckon...but then Dalamud fell, and she lost 'er master. Literally lost 'em. The way she tells it, it were as if the Calamity burned an 'ole in 'er memory an' they fell straight through. Couldn't remember their face, nor their name. |
| Lyngsath looks back at you, and you at him.
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But she never forgot the fireworks. The amount o' gunpowder that went through 'er 'ands over the years, she couldn't 'elp learnin' a bit about makin' things go bang. An apprenticeship with the cannoneers later, and she was a Yellowjacket.
So when I 'eard they were the ones who'd been put in charge o' the Risin' display, I knew she'd be first to volunteer. The Risin', the fireworks, they mean a lot to 'er...an' as a friend, they mean a lot to me. So thank you.
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| You continue conversing with Lyngsath.
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Forename. This is a coincidence.
Reyner was just telling me of the role you played in putting the display together. I'm sure all those who gathered in my city to witness it were as moved as I.
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| Merlwyb places a hand over her heart.
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A salute to all those who set sail for new adventures. It shall surely resound in their hearts, and give them strength and courage in the year to come.
And a salute to the fallen, too, was it not? Many and more lost their lives on the fields of Carteneau─the men and women of the Black Sails chief among them. I thank you for giving those who survived them this chance to put their grief to more productive ends.
I thank you for giving the celebrations an unmistakable touch of salt, too. This year's Rising was not merely in Limsa Lominsa, but of her. I look forward to seeing how future host cities follow our example.
But for now, let us focus on the present. I'm sure I have kept you from your business for far too long already, and I must return to mine. I must offer my prayer to Llymlaen and be on my way.
Fare you well, Forename. I wish you safe voyages for the year to come. May the Navigator's breath ever fill your sails. |
| You nod.
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| Merlwyb walks on to the Mark of Llymlaen.
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If it isn't my old mate Forename! I heard you had a hand in the fireworks, but I thought you'd be long gone by now.
I'm glad you stuck around, though. Gives me a chance to thank you.
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For getting the Executioners involved, like. Can't say you didn't run us ragged, gettin' the whole fleet loaded up with a ten-tonze of firesand an' ready to sail at a moment's notice...
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But it was well worth it in the end! Aye, there's nothin' a pirate enjoys more than a bit of the old pyrotechnics. The perfect send-off for shipmates past and present.
Even got me in the guts, so it did. Most Risin's I spend at the bottom of a flagon, thinkin' of those we lost and saltin' my grog...but this salute's only gone an' put the wind in my sails! I'm uppin' anchor tomorrow in search of an island sanctuary of me own! Somewhere to bury me booty!
Wish me luck, Forename, and may Llymlaen's breath ever blow at your back! |
| You nod.
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I knew it was you. I could tell it from your bearing.
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| Deryk breaks eye contact momentarily.
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Forgive me. It gladdens me that our paths should cross again, of course...and yet I find myself somewhat...lost for words...
Are you...well? What brings you here?
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...Is that so? I should have known it. It is very much like you to help others fulfill their dreams. To bring life and light to the world.
I always liked festivals, as did all my brethren. Though the celebrations have taken divers forms over the years, all brought smiles to the faces of our children─and in turn, us.
Though it was our custom─nay, our duty─to watch over you from the phantom realm, one among us was so drawn to the music and the merrymaking that he adopted a mortal form, that he might join you in your revelry. |
| Deryk places a hand over his heart, bows his head, and closes his eyes.
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In every festival is imbued the hopes and dreams of mortal man. You implore the gods to listen to your pleas, and they hear you. They still do.
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| Deryk glances at the Mark of Llymlaen.
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Till next our paths should cross.
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| Deryk bids you farewell, and walks away.
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| Baby Opo-opo starts to leave, but turns back to you and jumps excitedly, before chasing after Deryk.
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If completed Lv.15 EQ Glass from the Past.
See!? I told you it'd be worth the journey! |
Yes, it was quite a display. |
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If completed Lv.15 EQ What Drives Us.
Still adventuring, are you? |
Of course! Why, just the other day... |
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Did you see the fireworks? |
(Misty-eyed Skygazer's Husband)
That I did! Nearly went overboard gawpin' at 'em! |
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Decorations are pretty, ain't they? |
The whole city is. We should travel like this more often. |
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Reckon folks were smilin' more'n ever this year! |
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(Male Plainsfolk Adventurer)
Whither shall we venture next? |
(Female Duskwight Adventurer)
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If completed Lv.90 MSQ Endwalker.
Sicard worked awfully hard this Rising. |
Mayhap I should make him some small gift, in recognition of his efforts. |
I'm sure he would like that very much, my lord. |
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Closest Aetheryte: Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks → The Aftcastle
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