Quest Logs

[Catapult]

Blackburn: See ye've finally arrived.
Hermit of the Wood: Aye, welcome to the Waking Sands. An 'aven fer those who've chosen...or been chosen to walk the glorious Path of the Twelve.
Hermit of the Wood: When I found you knocked senseless in the Twelveswood, I knew something was different about you. It is why I let the good Lady Minfilia know of yer predicament.
Hermit of the Wood: Tell 'er all you've seen, whether you believe it yourself or not, and she'll set things as straight as she can.
Hermit of the Wood: Alright then, while it pains me to cut this 'eartfelt reunion short, I've pressing matters to sort out back in Gridania. The younglin's ain't so young anymore, if you catch me meanin'. Farewell, Taveth.

Tataru: You are well come to the Waking Sands. This is but a humble gathering place for those who seek knowledge.
Tataru: There are other such places dotted about the realm, but the Twelve, in their wisdom, have chosen this
 place to be the start of your
 journey.
Tataru: I might tell you more, but it is best you first speak with Lady Minfilia. You will find her in the Hall of the First Step.
Fenana: Hundreds...thousands...perhaps even hundreds of thousands walk the Path of the Twelve. You need not be one of us to see how far our influence extends throughout the realm.
Soft-hearted Septuagenarian: I beg of you, milord─you must help me. I am far too old to fight them on my own.
Indigo-eyed Archer: This is madness! I do not see why I must wait around to be assigned a Path companion. My companion is my bow, and it would serve the Path far better if we were given leave to stop lying low in here and start laying low the imperials out there!
Indigo-eyed Archer: You feel the same, do you not?
Loam-scented Lady: You saw one, didn't you? A starshower. I can tell from the sparkle it left in your eyes.
Loam-scented Lady: It is said that starshowers affect no two people the same. Yet none can deny their power to move the hearts of all.
Rough-spoken Fellow: New recruit, eh? All the whispers and sidelong glances pricklin' ye like knives, I bet.
Rough-spoken Fellow: Well, don't go takin' such petty discourtesies to heart. 'Tis the same greetin' every wanderer newly come to the Path receives. Once ye've spoken with Minfilia, ye'll be one of us, and before ye know it, it'll be 
you
 who'll need remindin' of his manners.
Abstracted Gladiator: I've not woken, and therefore cannot hear the Echo as do the others on the Path. Yet I'll not let that prevent me from setting off on my own search for the truth. You see, when the Empire assaulted Ala Mhigo, I alone of all my family was spared, and I consider it my life's duty to return peace to the realm they loved, and I love still.
Barratrous Buccaneer: Leave me be, wanderer. I have much to deliberate, and there are some paths one must walk alone.
Chapeaued Chap: For a man such as myself, the Waking Sands is a Twelvesend.
Chapeaued Chap: Here, I need not don my merchant's mask, knowing that none will judge me by my station, but only by my desire to pursue the truth.
Godfrey: You lost, lad? This ain't the Adventurers' Guild, you know. Won't find no ale nor no saucy ladies within these walls. We serve a greater purpose.
Godfrey: And once you've been enlightened to that purpose, might be that I'll listen to whatever it is you have to say. Until then, though, I've no spare words to waste on you.
Una Tayuun: Best keep yer nose out of trouble, laddie. That's my
 speciality. Heh heh heh.
Satzfloh: Another eyesore come a-calling, eh? Might be that only Lady Minfilia can deny a man the Path, but step into mine and I'll not hesitate to knock you out of it.
Percevains: The Twelve bless each and every one of their children with talents. Learn to apply those talents, and you may one day rise to greatness. But give in to arrogance, and the world will shun you as the moonless night.
Nonoru: As of late, our guild has seen many newly woken adventurers pass through its doors, and each day seems to bring more.
Nonoru: I first thought the sudden influx might have had something to do with the Fall of the Keeper, ten summers past. However, after speaking with several of those newly come to the Path, I now believe I may have been mistaken.
Sahja Zhwan: Those who walk the Path of the Twelve do so in the hope of apprehending not only the mysteries of the benevolent deities, but also the secrets of their own souls.
Sahja Zhwan: If it is truth you seek, then to you our doors shall remain ever open.
Nenekani: And who might you be? Nenekani never forgets a face, and yours is one I am quite certain
 I would remember. This must, I conclude, be your first time in the Waking Sands.
Nenekani: And if that is so, then I assume Lady Minfilia will be wanting to speak to you of your awakening. Very well, I shall waste no more of your and the Lady's time with my idle ramblings. You will find the Antecedent in the Hall of the First Step.
Red-shoed Rascal: What are you talking with this man about?
Uncomfortable Brute: Yer pardons, good sir. Though it breaks me heart, I can no longer care for this...er...my
 child, here. I beseech thee─take her in and provide her with the good home she so richly deserves! It's what her poor mother would've wanted.
Seranelien: An audience with Lady Minfilia, you say? Very well. She waits behind these doors.

Minfilia: You must be the man of whom the hermit spoke. As you may have heard, I have many questions.
Minfilia: Ah, but I seem to have forgotten my courtesies. Please forgive me. My name is Minfilia, acting Antecedent of the Path of the Twelve.
Minfilia: Your bemused expression tells me you have not heard of us...which is to be expected. Ours is an underground organization dedicated to the documentation and research of divine intervention...or “miracles,” if you wish. We have walkers in each of Eorzea's city-states who investigate and report such phenomena. The young hermit who directed you here is one of many who serve as our eyes and ears.
Minfilia: I shall not bother to elaborate on precisely what I mean by “divine intervention,” for I believe you have already experienced the phenomenon yourself.
Minfilia: You have a rare and special gift, Taveth Swiftwing, and it is that gift that has led you here to us.

Hermit of the Wood: I reckon I've found me another woken, Minfilia. The lad collapsed during the celebration.
Minfilia: After years of naught but rumors, the past several moons have seen the hill of reports on my desk grow into a veritable mountain. Why the sudden influx? And why now, of all times? Which of the Twelve is waking men anew? Which...if any at all?
Hermit of the Wood: How did you─ But you're supposed to be─ Oh...
Minfilia: It seems you have a keen eye, my friend.

Minfilia: And it seems you
 have passed our test.
Minfilia: Yes, yes, you are wondering how what you just witnessed─a conversation between myself and the hermit of the wood─is even possible, considering the fact that one of the involved persons left the Waking Sands nearly a bell ago. Well that, Taveth, is your gift.
Minfilia: And I shall go one step further by suggesting that this is not the first
 time you have had such an experience. Come now, it is not, is it? Oh, you need not withhold your secrets from me. Here, you are among friends, and I give you my solemn word that no harm shall befall you. However, it might still prove prudent to refrain from informing those not on the Path of your awakening. Very few will understand this gift, but many will seek to judge you for possessing it.
Minfilia: And what you possess
 is a rare talent which we have come to refer to as “the Echo.” We believe it is in some way connected to the strange phenomena which have been occurring in locations all about Eorzea.
Minfilia: Were you not witness to the skies turning dark and showering the land with a storm of stars? Some of our brothers believe those who partook in this celestial event were “touched” by the Twelve, and that that
 is how they came by their gift.
Minfilia: The Path is not only a place for study, but a refuge for those who have been touched in some way. We aim to uncover the meaning behind these unexplained events while offering protection and guidance to those who hear the Echo.
Minfilia: But that is not all. My fellow walkers and I share the firm belief that this power was given to us for a purpose. Why entrust man with a gift so extraordinary, after all, if not to have him use it?
Minfilia: And so we offer those who have been touched the means to use their power to better the world―to bring peace to Eorzea.
Minfilia: So, what say you, Taveth? Now that you have heard who we are, and what we are trying to accomplish, will you consider joining us?
Minfilia: Ah, I beg your pardon. It was not my intention to force you into making a decision without allowing you time to consider my words. You are free to explore the building and speak with the others gathered here. When you feel ready to answer my question, visit me again here in the Hall of the First Step.

Seranelien: Lady Minfilia is one of the few survivors of the Fall of the Keeper─one of the few who remember the horrors of that fateful night, ten years gone. ((OMG OMG OMG!!!))
Seranelien: I am sworn to protect her, and I will give my life before breaking that vow.
Sahja Zhwan: We who walk the Path of the Twelve seek to uncover the mysteries of the benevolent deities who bless the children of Eorzea.
Sahja Zhwan: Or so we'd have people think.
Nenekani: Nenekani can see the past no more clearly than any man might if he closed his eyes and pictured his breakfast. However, the gods did see fit to bless me with a proficiency in languages, including those of the beast tribes.
Nenekani: It is an aptitude that has proven not only useful, but also profitable
.
Red-shoed Rascal: Please, sir. When can I go home?
Red-shoed Rascal: I miss my mummy and my daddy. Why won't you take me home?
Uncomfortable Brute: Alright, alright! I cannot tell a lie. This young lass is not
 my daughter, and I apologize for leading ye to believe that she was. The girl is the trueborn child of a noble family who lives nearby my tiny hovel. Late one night, not long after a starshower, I saw her wandering the streets alone.
Uncomfortable Brute: When I asked her where her parents were, she said she hadn't seen them since they kicked her out of their home─this was after she told them she'd been having visions. I am a poor man and have five children of my own to feed, but I could not bear to see her on the streets. Now do you see my predicament?
Tataru: People from across Aldenard and beyond the Strait of Merlthor gather here in the Waking Sands to learn of the Twelve and walk their Path in the search for truth.
Tataru: Those who have chosen this life are called “walkers,” while those who have yet to make the decision to take that First Step are called “wanderers.”
Tataru: Though you have traveled many malms over sea and land, and seen more in the space of a few moons than most see in a lifetime, you yet lack a path. Without one, you will ever remain bereft of truth, and bereft of a future─a mere wanderer.
Fenana: With chapters across Eorzea to guide us, walkers need never succumb to temptation and wander from the Path of the Twelve.
Fenana: For alone, we may be lost, but joined together as one, our gifts will save the world.
Soft-hearted Septuagenarian: Please, milord...I have nothing...and I've seen too many summers to start anew.
Soft-hearted Septuagenarian: If you'll not grant a man life, then at least grant him the mercy of eternal sleep.
Indigo-eyed Archer: Hah hah! It seems my anger was misplaced. Shortly after you entered the Hall of the First Step for your audience with Lady Minfilia, I was introduced to my new Path companion.
Indigo-eyed Archer: The marauder brooding over yon. Yes, she seems a touch somber for my tastes...but after a few cold nights on the road, I'm sure she'll warm up to me!
Loam-scented Lady: Many here have unique gifts, from the ability to bend the will of a beast with a sword, to the ability to bend the will of a beast with a word
.
Loam-scented Lady: As for those who hear the Echo and can delve deep into the pasts of others, there are yet but few, though their numbers have been on the rise as of late. Who knows what that might portend? Could the Twelve be preparing mankind for a terrible bale?
Rough-spoken Fellow: I myself was woken ten years ago when I saw me a starshower up in the mountains near Ishgard. Not long after, I started havin' these visions.
Rough-spoken Fellow: Once or twice a year is all, mind ye, but it was enough to put the fear in me belly. Afore long, there weren't no one I could trust. 'Twas enough t' drive me wife into the arms of another man. If it weren't fer the Path, the Echo might've killed me. Luckily, it helped me kill someone else first.
Abstracted Gladiator: I bid you accept my apologies. I was wary of revealing my gift to one I did not know. The truth is, I, too, have been woken to the Echo.
Abstracted Gladiator: However, the power to live another's past is not the “blessing” some think. I've borne witness to many dark memories... So many, in fact, that it has become difficult for me to place my trust in anyone for fear of becoming a dark memory myself. Not knowing what else to do, I came here looking for salvation. Perhaps one day I will have the courage to find it.
Barratrous Buccaneer: Got myself a partner...but I can't say I like the looks of him. Something to do with the way his eyes barely leave my bodice.
Barratrous Buccaneer: Truth be told, though, I'd rather they stayed there than went peering into the murky depths of my past.

Minfilia: Welcome back, Taveth. I take from your presence that you have had sufficient time to consider my offer. What say you?
Minfilia: Very good. I pray together we can learn more of this gift...for though we have scoured the realm for nigh on ten years, I fear there is still little we understand.
Minfilia: Scores of men and women have passed through our doors looking to find answers, and scores have embarked on quests to do just that...but their efforts have gained us little...and many have not returned.
Minfilia: Of those few who have...not one is willing to speak of what he saw at the end of the Path. It is as if they all bore witness to a truth too terrible...or too shameful to be told.
Minfilia: There are those here who would have me use the Echo to delve into the past of the returned. Yet it would be wrong of me to use my gift to tear that truth from them against their will. Were I to condone such an act of violation, we would be no better than the monsters people think us already.
Minfilia: Ah, but enough talk of the knowledge we lack. Let me tell you of what we do
 know.
Minfilia: The Echo allows you to breach the wall of a person's soul, and hear the resonations of their past. You will be there in their memories, seeing things as they saw them. You may even interact with that which lies therein. However, the past is like a stone tablet. You cannot uncarve what is already written.
Minfilia: As an unexpected side effect of the gift, it seems the ability to reach into the soul of another also allows some of us to understand their words without having to comprehend the sounds they utter. In short, the Echo has granted these fortunate souls mastery of every language existing on Hydaelyn.
Minfilia: Unfortunately, that is the sum of our understanding of this gift from the gods... Why, we are not even sure the gift is
 from the Twelve. It is certainly true that many of those who hear the Echo also claim to have witnessed starshowers, but who is to say that even the starshowers are sent by them?
Minfilia: It is a sad admission, but this very lack of knowledge accounts for much of the persecution faced by our walkers. The less that is known about something, the more it is distrusted by the masses. If we were to learn more of the Echo, perhaps we could educate people, and help them to realize that we mean them no harm... But until we have learned that which we must teach them, we can expect only hatred.
Tataru: Pardon my intrusion, Lady Minfilia, but has the adventurer made his decision?
Minfilia: Yes, he has, Tataru.
Tataru: Then please come this way, so I can add your name to our records.

Tataru: I do not believe we were properly introduced. My name is Tataru, and I have been charged with the keeping of our guild's annals. As you have pledged to follow the Path of the Twelve with us, I shall add your name to the List of Walkers.
Tataru: From this day forth, you need no longer wander the realm alone, Taveth Swiftwing. You are our sworn brother, and we will not let you stray from the Path.
Tataru: Now, I assume Lady Minfilia has informed you of our mission, but given that such grand matters can be difficult to take in, I shall relate it to you once more...Wishing to bring peace to the lands of Eorzea, a higher power has favored a handful of men and women with a great gift known to the chosen as “the Echo.”
Tataru: But with great power comes great responsibility! We must prove to the gods that we are worthy of their favor by setting forth on dangerous quests into untamed lands, there to battle savage beasts! Given the peril in which we who walk the Path must therefore place ourselves, all are required to travel in pairs...preferably with a companion who best complements our own skills.
Tataru: And now, the time has come for you to choose, Taveth. Which type of companion would you feel most comfortable with at your side? Which type of companion will complement your strengths and compensate for your weaknesses?
Tataru: Very good. It just so happens someone of that profession awaits a companion of their own.
-snip-
Tataru: Then what of this walker?
-selected Roegadyn Archer: That'll do.-
Tataru: Excellent.
Tataru: Now please allow me a few moments to prepare all the necessary paperwork.
Tataru: There we are. However, before I put my seal on these documents, I must ask you once more to consider your decision. The selection of a companion will likely prove one of the most important steps you take on the Path.
Tataru: Excellent. I shall inform Lady Minfilia of your choice right away. When she has made her decision, you will be notified via this Path linkpearl.
Tataru: Do
 take care not to misplace it.

Tataru: The Antecedent still requires more time to deliberate over your choice of Path companion. Once Lady Minfilia has come to a decision, both you and your new companion will be notified via the linkpearl you were presented. You haven't misplaced
 it now, have you?

Tataru: Greetings, Taveth! I bear good tidings! Lady Minfilia has given her blessing to your choice of Path companion. Hurry to the Waking Sands, and I shall introduce you to one another.

Tataru: Welcome back, Pathbound Taveth. Your companion should be arriving shortly.
???: Came as fast as I could, I did. Is me new partner here already?
Tataru: Allow me to introduce you to Taveth Swiftwing─an adventurer, a lately woken walker of the Path, and your new companion.
???: Ye're me new partner, eh? 'Tis nice t' finally meet ye.

???: I had a name, but I decided to forget it when I started on the Path. I ain't th' man I was before, see, an' I reckoned it wouldn't be right t' use that fellow's name. Anyway, since me new life starts here, I s'pose now's as good a time as any t' pick a new one. Got any ideas, Taveth?
???: Hmmm... Aye, I reckon that fits!
Bacchus: Might I ask Miss Tataru t' write it down in her books?
Bacchus: Now, I ain't never judged a man on his past deeds, be they just or ill, and I ain't fixin' t' start any time soon...but if ye don't mind me askin', what is it ye did afore startin' on the Path?
Bacchus: Ye have me thanks, Taveth. I'd given ye no reason t' trust me, but ye did. Now I feel ashamed about not tellin' ye me true name. If ye'd let me, I'd like t' make it up t' ye. Might I buy ye a cup o' sweet red o'er at the Quicksand?
Bacchus: I needs t' go an' get some gelt from me room at th' Hourglass. How about we meet in the guildhall in half a bell?

Momodi: Are you waiting for someone? A comely maiden, perhaps? Ohohoho! Then may I suggest our finest table? Which one is our finest, you ask? Why, all of them are!
Bacchus: So, ye saw a starshower an' all, eh? I tell ye what, I thought I was done for, that night. Thought the Destroyer Himself had come tearin' up the skies, lookin' fer me. Thought he'd got it into his head to make me atone fer a lifetime o' sinnin', I did.
Bacchus: So ye can imagine how thoroughly befogged I was when I woke up, an' found I wasn't lyin' in bloody chunks on th' underworld's doorstep. The gods I'd feared were out t' get me had not only spared me, but given me─a rotten man with a past as black as pitch─a gift worthy of a king or a saint.
Bacchus: An' so I think it only right t' use me gift in a manner that would please those as gave it to me.
Bacchus: Ye might think o' doin' the same yerself, seein' as how they're gods an' most like t' be watchin'
.
Bacchus: <grunt>
Bacchus: I've some debts from me past that I'll be wantin' t' clear up, so if ye need me, use that pearl contraption what Lady Tataru gave us.
Bacchus: Until then, Taveth. May ye stay true t' th' Path.