Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons,
Heavens spew crimson flame, hells seep black dooms.
I have walked the four corners of Hydaelyn, from the Gardens
of Xarakish, to the floating lakes of Voor Sian Siran, but never in my travels have I encountered such a fell prophecy. One need not to be an oracle to prevues the great ill which casts a shadow across this forsaken realm.
Yet… perhaps there is still hope for Eorzea.
When I arrived in this land, I was beset with peril day and night- forced to endure countless trials which tested my mind, my body, and my faith. And I am not ashamed to admit that I would have faltered, had it not been for the help of a handful of nameless adventures much like yourself. Honest men and women who proffered the hand of friendship to a weary soul and led him safe from the darkness.
I pondered long over how I could repay the kindness shown me…only to find the answer in the most unlikely of places- the final verse of the selfsame song that had so haunted me since my first days in Eorzea:
Souls from aether far, strangers from strange lands,
Yester with thine eyes, morrow by thine hands.
Had the gods led me to Eorzea for a reason? Might I serve a higher purpose, through which lives might be saved and order restored to the realm? I hoped that it might be so. For what better use may a man's life be put to than to serve as an agent of divine intervention? …But in what manner was I to play my part?
Seeking an answer, I prayed for twelve days and twelve nights until at last I collapsed of exhaustion. However, it was this moment that I was blessed with a vision- a single-horned beast leading a flock of chocobos from a burning forest. When I awoke from my revert, I knew what I must do.
Once, long ago, I was summoned to a wealthy satrapy far to the east to play in the royal court. When my performance was complete, the High Satrap was so moved that he offered me anything I desired in exchange for one more song. I humbly accepted, and for my reward requested knowledge of a secret that had been kept by the satrapy's military for generations- their method of taming gobbles.
Needles to say, the High Satrap was initially reluctant to grant me that which I had requested, but being an honest man, ever conscious of his obligation to set an example before his subjects, he soon relented and acquiesced to my terms. Since that time, I have kept his nation's secret, but now believe that as the sixth sun wanes and seventh moon waxes, it is mete that I should pass it on in hopes that the knowledge may be made to serve us all.
<<<You obtain a key item: a goobbue horn.>>>
With this horn, may you lead us from despair, and help usher in a new age. I put my trust in you, adventurer. Do not let me down.