Bored, I decided to go Loremongering. I hadn't gone down this path on the forums before, because it's not a "Major questline" But it was an inquiry niggling in the back of my head for years.
It revolves around Damielliot, the sickly son of the Head Alchemist in Ul'dah and Morys, the Mysterious Conjurer.
Damielliot faints a lot, possibly due to Echo dreams, but the cause really isn't known. His fainting spells actually last so long that they're all afraid he'll waste away and die. That's when you wander in at the Alchmist Guild.
Sleep, Cousin of Death
Nogeloix: Among the patients here at the Phrontistery, there is one whose situation is far more dire than the others─young Damielliot, son of our own guildmaster, Master Faustigeant.
Nogeloix: His affliction is...a strange one. We are not entirely certain of its nature. For years now he has simply been taken with long fits of slumber, sometimes not returning to us for days on end.
Nogeloix: All here at the Phrontistery are making this case their absolute priority. We must discover an efficacious treatment before it is too late.
Nogeloix: It is known that an excess of sleep can wreak havoc with the humours. We fear Damielliot's condition may be worsening by the day. Please, aid us in our efforts.
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When you approach with the medicine, he wakes without taking it, complains of a "strange power" (assumed to be your presence) and falls unconscious again.
Afterward, you get a visit from Maelvaan's Gate, the Arcanist's Guild, asking to assist with a cure. While this seems to be a loose lore scrap, it's the only indication of the connection between Alchemy and Arcane Magic that exists in 1.0 as far as I can tell. In 2.0 Alchemy creates the books used by Arcanists.
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After that comes the part where you first hear of dragons in the story. The children think that he's dreaming of dragons and was telling them a story about them when he collapsed and refused to wake up.
Boy and the Dragon Gay
Damielliot: Ugggh... Dr-Dragons... No...
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: Dragons!? Damielliot's dreaming about dragons! I'm sure he'll tell us all about it when he wakes up.
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: I knew he wouldn't forget to finish his story. He was telling us about dragons last time. Before he fell asleep.
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: There was a child, just like us, who lived in the forest. And then, one day, some bad people came down from the mountains and took him away. And they were going to try and ransom him back to his mother and father.
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: They put him on a chocobo and rode north and north and ever farther─all the way back to the mountains. But before they got back to the bandits' hideout, a dragon appeared in the sky!
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: It was so big that when it beat its wings it made a wind that blew all over Eorzea!
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: And Damielliot said the wind was so strong it blew all the bandits off their chocobos! And it blew the little boy from the forest off his chocobo too, and then─
Soft-spoken Schoolgirl: That's where Damielliot ended the story that day. We're all waiting for him to wake up so we can hear the rest!
* * * You hear a similar story from a Bard named Penelope * * *
Penelope: Aye, I've heard the tale afore─that of the boy and the dragon. As I recall, the lad was snatched from the forest by bandits of the north before he was a man grown. Spirited him away to the mountains, they did. Yet dragons fly the northern skies, and the eyes of one such beast came to rest on our bandits and boy. It swooped down upon them from on high, wings beating and teeth gnashing.
Penelope: Screams of terror and blinding dusts filled the air, and as the young lad's chocobo reared and took flight with fear, he was flung from its back, and tumbled from the narrow pass and down the mountainside. Yet the gods spared his life, and he awoke sometime later at the base of a great, rocky ledge, wounded and broken and unable to move. Hours passed, and before long the foul beasts what roam the crags caught scent of his blood and began to close in all around.
Penelope: It was then, as the boy was making his peace with the Twelve, that another dragon, small and feeble, came upon him. Yet instead of tearing him flesh from limb, it charred and maimed and chased off the circling beasts, saving the boy's life. The tale ends with the dragon bearing the wounded boy on his back, and the two flying through the blue skies of the north together.
Penelope: A beautiful enough story for an Ul'dahn audience. But milord would do well not to regale a soul with it around these parts.
Penelope: For it has been branded a heresy by the archbishop in Ishgard, and his Holiness has ears even in this very wood.
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After that in the next quest, we have an interesting cut scene. You use the Echo to find Damilliot lying in Coerthas.
Dream on, Dream away -- Journal
Mumbling frantically in the midst of what appears to be a nightmare, you use the Echo to gaze into Damielliot's past. Where is this strange place it has brought you? Is there not a single soul to be found here?
You find Damielliot, injured grievously from a fall and unable to move. You must do what you can to help him.
Damielliot has given you a Frondale's all-purpose poultice together with an alchemical recipe. Use them to create a salve with powerful restorative properties.
Your successfully created a jar of Faustigeant's salve. Deliver it to Damielliot with all haste.
Damielliot tells you that he was kidnapped by a band of brigands from the mountains, but fell from a cliff when the group was attacked by an enormous dragon. Upon coming to his rescue, you find that the feverish, bedridden, nightmare-stricken Damielliot in the Phrontistery miraculously wakes from his coma. Go and report the good tidings to Nogeloix.
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This is by far the strangest Echo in the game. Echos are for informational purposes only. You can see what happens and even participate, but you can't effect outcomes. And even if you could, Damielliot was saved by something other than you, since there was no one around at the time and clearly he was still alive before you even got the echo.
Another inconsistancy is that the story had been around long enough for the Bard Penelope to hear about it in Gridania, the Archbishop of Ishgard to brand it heresy, and for the boy to be snatched "before he was a man grown". This seems to suggest a much longer period of time than Damielliot's illness actually lasted since he is still not a man grown at time of quest.
While he may have been kidnapped by bandits and seen a dragon, I don't believe Damielliot is the boy from the story. You're the one who saves him. He thanks you for it. There simply is no other dragon. So where did that story come from?
And why is Ishgard so interested in it to the point of putting "ears" in Gridania?
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Good Knight, Sweet Dreams
When we start the Conjurer's guild quest, when you discover a man fallen in the woods, an Ishgardian knight. He's taken back to the Owls nest by Morys, a strange conjurer and you hear this explanation.
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Soileine: As you may or may not know, the nation of Ishgard lies far to the north and west of here, down the Furline.
Soileine: Long have her gates been closed to the world, and it seems the irreverence of her knights has fermented within their confines. They enter the wood as they see fit, hacking and slashing with reckless abandon, paying no heed to what their plate and chain crushes underfoot.
Soileine: This is no isolated incident. Trespassers are ever losing their way in the forest─at great harm to themselves, more often than not.
Ingram: There is something here which they seek. And I fear they will not stop until they find it.
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So what are they looking for?
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Yuhelmeric: Hm? So it is other business that has brought you here. The knight found fallen within the Black Shroud?
Yuhelmeric: Yes, I am most glad that you found him before he could come to further harm. Thanks to the conjurer Morys, he is here now, and well. His strength returns with each passing day, and he is eager to brave the wood again once he fully recovers.
Yuhelmeric: He claims to have spied a dragon in the forest...though I grant such a report may owe more to wounds and weariness than fact. The elementals are not like to suffer such a creature in their midst!
Yuhelmeric: You may see him, and make what inquiries you will, should you so desire. Perhaps repeating his tale will remind the poor lad what a mummer's farce it all sounds.
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So you talk to the knight and the Echo goes off. You see a burst of flames and the knight in clear danger... but when you go to investigate all you see is Amberscale Rock.
The knight says: Newly Outfitted Knight: Wh-What happened? The dragon... There was a dragon─
Then... somewhere you hear: ???: More...time... Await me, master. We shall return to Ishgard...together
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Who was speaking? How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll Center of a Tootsie pop? The World may never know....
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After the echo, the knight stammers an apology.
Newly Outfitted Knight: I beg of you, speak of this to no one! It will bring me naught but disgrace.
Newly Outfitted Knight: Conjurer Morys...the one who tended my wounds. I-I wronged him. I accused the conjurers of concealing a dragon in the forest. Please, tell him I am sorry.
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After you recount the story of what happened to the knight, Soleine babbles incoherently.
Soileine: You heard Brother Morys speak of returning? Odd, we have yet to see him.
Soileine: Gods... Perhaps his memory is finally coming back.
Soileine: I spoke to you before of the mysteries surrounding Brother Morys. But I was not entirely open. He was found some time ago, fallen in the forest. Not unlike the knight you yourself found.
Soileine: He bore no sigil or crest, and claimed to have no memory of how he had come to be there. Try as we might, our attempts to coax him into recollection yielded nothing. And so he began his life again, in the forest, as one of us.
Soileine: But it may very well be that we have picked up the scent at last. As you bore witness, Brother Morys felt the call of the fallen Ishgardian.
Soileine: Perhaps it was the elementals within the knight's metals whose voices he heard. If so, there can be no doubt that he is in some way connected to Ishgard.
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Whatever voice was heard by Morys, you heard it too. Labeled only as ???, it talked about a "Master" and "Returning to Ishgard."
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Ingram: Ah, so it was the elementals of Amberscale Rock, was it? Then it seems you have learned of Brother Morys's secret.
Ingram: Yes, Brother Morys was indeed a wildling. Very few of the conjurers are privy to this. Those who do know have been forbidden to speak of it.
Ingram: Once claimed by the wood, one undergoes certain...changes. Wildlings have great potential to become powerful, powerful conjurers. If knowledge of this fact were to become widespread, we fear many would allow themselves to be turned out of lust for power.
Ingram: But once claimed, wildlings can seldom be retrieved from the wood. And that is why you, too, must protect this secret, <Name>. Believe me, I would not ordinarily have asked you to bear such a burden. <sigh> If only I knew what the elementals were planning!
Ingram: But enough of that. Allow me to congratulate you. Having heard the elementals, you have taken your first step towards greatness as a conjurer. Go and report to Soileine.
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Yeah so, uh... what about the dragon?
The sight of flames bursting out of that cavern happened more than once. It doesn't take a brain genius to know that Amberscale Rock isn't just a dragon shaped formation. In the Cutscene from the echo in The Call of Nature we see fried elementals and such right before the young boy is taken away.
This is the boy, I believe, is the one from the boy and the dragon gay tale. Following on the heels of the boy from the wood and his dragons story, the newbie knight probably would assume that offing a weak and feeble dragon would be easy. But Morys is no longer a kid, but a powerful wildling conjurer.
Of course, it's not just Morys concealing him, but the elementals themselves, the elementals of Amberscale Rock keep Morys there in Gridania and ask him to wait. But why would they do that?
Hmmm... maybe someone can have fun helping me... or just as much fun tearing my little theories apart.
Either way, I'd like some help on this one.