Unto the Heavens

Unto the Heavens

Quest giver

Ojika Tsunjika

Location

Old Sharlayan (X:9.2, Y:11.2)

Quest line

Endwalker Main Scenario Quests

Level

89

Experience

 508,200

Gil

 1,509

Previous quest

Friends Gathered

Next quest

A §trαnge New World

Patch

6.0

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Ojika Tsunjika is ready to send you off with a smile.

— In-game description

Steps

• Speak with Fourchenault at Thaumazein.
• Speak with Aeglyffe.
• Speak with Livingway.

Dialogue

Ojika Tsunjika:

• I suppose this is where we part ways. For now, at least.
• Would that I had sage words of wisdom to share ere you depart... Mayhap the teachings of Galuf Baldesion will suffice?
• "Surrender not to anger or hatred,“ he said. ”Look beyond them, and there find true strength.“
• What one sees beyond is open to interpretation, I think, but for me, it would be the things I cherish most in life. Things I believe are worth fighting for.
• Something to consider as you venture unto the sea of stars.

Fourchenault:

• All present and accounted for? Good.
• As you will have heard, the ark is ready. All that remains is to board and be on your way.

Cid:

• I've seen my fair share of tight schedules, but this was bloody murder...
• But we did it. We finished the ship.
• It's safe, fit for purpose, and looks good to boot. Aye, it's a Garlond through and through.

G'raha Tia:

• I really don't know what we'd do without you. Thank you for everything.

Cid:

• Don't mention it. Ever since that episode with Omega, I've been toying with the idea of star-faring vessels.
• And as they say, necessity is the mother of invention. We've learned a lot, let me tell you.
• In case you're wondering about payment, the ongoing existence of the world ought to do. But feel free to throw in a colorful recounting of your journey on your return.
• So, have you thought of a name?

Alisaie:

• A name? Wasn't everyone just calling it Father's “teeny-tiny toy boat”?

Cid:

• Well, seeing as its purpose has changed, I thought a more eloquent name was in order. I suggested as much to Fourchenault, who seemed quite amenable to the idea.

Fourchenault:

• As you know, this vessel is the culmination of heretofore unprecedented collaboration.
• And though said collaboration is owed to the Scions, there is another whose noble deeds made our work possible.
• From a fragment of Dalamud, we obtained not only advanced materials such as refined adamantite, but the knowledge to traverse the stars.
• And this fragment would not have found its way to us had the Archon Louisoix not fought to protect this world─and in so doing laid down his life.
• Now that the vessel stands complete, I cannot help but wonder if it was more than mere happenstance...
• If it was my father's intention to guide us here.
• In the hopes that his guidance will see you all safely home, I name the vessel after that selfsame fragment of Dalamud he delivered unto us.
• The starship Ragnarok.

Sicard:

• Sorry for the wait! I got everyone you asked for, and not a one less.

Alphinaud:

• What are you all doing here?

Livingway:

• Oh, I invited them. The representatives of those tribes with religious inclinations.
• You've done a fine job of readying the Ragnarok, but for it to take flight, we'll of course need the power of the Mothercrystal.
• Given its immense size, however, transporting it would be an absolute logistical nightmare. Not to mention we'd need to shatter it into tiny shards for feeding to the engines.
• But a brilliant idea came to me: we convert the crystal's energy into forms that can transport themselves!

Urianger:

• Thou wouldst employ summoning...or should I say its precursor─creation magicks.

Thancred:

• Care to explain for our benefit?

Urianger:

• As you may have witnessed at Bestways Burrow, the Loporrits are capable of creation magicks, which they use to shape the moon's environment.
• Yet simple though they make it seem, 'tis a highly advanced and exacting art. To perform it correctly requireth that the wielder holdeth the object in his mind's eye in clearest detail.

Alphinaud:

• Hence the ancients' meticulous management of concepts.

Urianger:

• Drawing upon this art, the Ascians conceived of summoning as we know it.
• A derivative that replaceth the complexity of concepts with the simplicity of zealotry to make manifest a creation.

Y'shtola:

• I see... By combining the Loporrits' magicks and the tribes' faith, we convert the Mothercrystal into primals of purer form and greater obedience.
• Summoning as it was intended, one might say.

Livingway:

• Indeed, indeed!
• While Hydaelyn gave us the ability to use creation magicks, She forbade us from using it to make anything possessed of a soul─or similar.
• She didn't say anything about fulfilling the desires of others, though. So! Borrowing our friends' faith, we'll create deities using the Mothercrystal's power, and send them to the Ragnarok!

Alisaie:

• Am I the only one here concerned about the risk of being turned into a tempered minion?

Livingway:

• Oh, right, I was getting to that... From what I've read in Sharlayan tomes, it appears the Ascians incorporated an additional nasty element into their summoning method: the fervent desire to assimilate others into one's belief.
• Beings thus created are instilled with the selfsame desire, and use their powers to enthrall people─starting with the summoner.
• In contrast, our creation magicks─the original and the best, accept no substitutes─don't incorporate any of that rubbish, so there's no risk of tempering. I mean, if the being was on the scale of Zodiark, you might feel a little “tug”...but I think we'll be safe enough.

Soroban:

• Truth be told, I do not understand the intricacies of this plan. But none of us would ever turn our backs on you.
• When the avatars of our faith ran amok, you intervened without decrying we who birthed them.
• Where others vilified and suppressed us, you offered understanding and friendship.
• In gratitude, we will share with you the true expressions of our gods─not malevolent deities, but benevolent saviors!

Sicard:

• All right, you lot, we're headin' to the aetherial sea. Stay in sight else you're liable to get lost.

Soroban:

• Lead the way!

Wilfsunn:

• May we have a moment?
• In anticipation of the day man might journey to the stars, we developed these.

Bloewyda:

• Portable teleportation devices. One for each of you, designed to work in tandem.
• Press the button on one, and in a matter of moments all eight will activate and send their owners back to the Ragnarok.
• There is no telling what hazards you may encounter. If you find yourselves separated or lost, please do not hesitate to use them.
• Be safe, all of you. And come back.

Urianger:

• You as well. I pray you take care.

Livingway:

• Looks like everything is in order, so I'll go ahead and board.
• A few of my fellows will remain to assist with the summonings, but rest assured the vessel won't want for competent crewing.

Fourchenault:

• If you are ready, then you should board as well. Go...and godsspeed.

Aeglyffe:

• If you would come this way, I will direct you to the bridge.
• Welcome to the bridge, everyone!
• I hope you have everything, because I can't be bothered turning back.
• Right then, make yourselves comfortable. We're setting off in just a moment.
• It's...incredible...
• This is Fourchenault. Can you hear me?
• The preparations for the summonings are complete.
• In accordance with the fourteenth phase of the plan, we have moved the Ragnarok to the launch site.
• The gates are open. You may depart when ready.
• So...are we ready?
• As ready as we'll ever be. Let's get going.
• Oh, come on! A burnt-out star's got more fire in its belly!
• Try it again─with feeling!
• Me!? B-But I...
• No need to be coy, Brother. Do it, and do it well!
• If you all insist...
• Onward─unto the distant stars and beyond!
• Ragnarok, engage!
• E-Engage!
• Engage!
• That I must carry landwalkers into the sky... I cannot imagine a greater indignity!
• Do not sulk so. For thy mighty winds exist not only to buffet and batter.
• Nay, they may serve also to thrust forth with vigor. Such is thy glory...and thus it is an occasion to rejoice!
• So come─let us revel!
• So long as the wind blows freely, I suppose all is as it should be in creation...
• I will render unto them a storm, that they may pierce the firmament and fly free!

Livingway:

• Still in one piece. Good.
• Sleepingway, report.

Sleepingway:

• All's well! Fantastic, even!
• Thanks to the power of those primals, the engines are roaring and we're ripping along!

Mappingway:

• All values are also within projected ranges. Time to destination is eight carrots. Perhaps seven at a pinch.

Livingway:

• All right, let's go over some points of caution.
• Our destination, as you know, is Ultima Thule. Lest you wonder, the place is not a star so much as...a patch of emptiness.
• That's the extent of what our equipment could determine, anyway.
• From what we know of Meteion, she's likely used dynamis to obfuscate her location.

Y'shtola:

• So in conclusion, we'll only know what's there when we get there.

Livingway:

• The crew and I will see to it the ship's ready to take off at a moment's notice.
• We'll support the search as best we can, but it'll be your paws on the ground...assuming there is any.
• But everything will be fine, I'm sure. Hydaelyn believes in you, so you ought to believe in yourselves.
• Just don't do anything I wouldn't. Like waiting too long to use those portable teleporters of yours.
• Personally, at the slightest sign of trouble, I'd mash the button to bits─and you should as well.

Alphinaud:

• Understood. We promise to be careful.

Mappingway:

• I suggest you brace yourselves. We're about to arrive, and the vessel will shake a good bit.
• Hm? What is this?
• Something is interfering with the equipment...

???:

• ...Greetings.

Meteion:

• Greetings... Can you hear me...?

Alphinaud:

• So this is Meteion...

Meteion:

• Oh? Have you met one of my sisters?
• I don't remember meeting you myself... But I do know that you're from Etheirys.
• Why have you come? All you had to do was wait. I would've delivered to you your ends.

Alisaie:

• We didn't ask for that!

Meteion:

• I don't understand. All life is destined to end.
• Why choose to prolong your suffering?
• Effort, ambition, love─they amount to naught. Happiness, should you find it, is inevitably lost. Stolen away by events beyond your control.
• There is no logic nor meaning in it. You think there is, convince yourselves, but it's all a cruel accident.
• Come now, I speak the truth. A truth you would recognize if you looked up at the night sky.
• Unbroken emptiness. Cold, dark, and silent. Your world, like every other, is but a blemish upon its perfect fabric.
• Life is an anomaly. It is unnatural and cannot continue. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be.

Y'shtola:

• Just to be clear, we're not here to argue with you.
• We know that life is fleeting. And that in the short time we have it, we're not assured happiness.

Thancred:

• Indeed, I've seen far more sorrow in the eyes of many I've met.
• I myself have plenty of regrets, and one day they'll die with me. Gone to dust with my “good” deeds and unfulfilled dreams.

Alphinaud:

• But we accept this. That our existence may seem pointless. That sorrow, rage, and despair will always dog our heels.
• And we press on regardless. That is why Hydaelyn guided us here.
• In Her boundless love for mankind, She has prepared us for this trial, and in Her name we have come for you!

Meteion:

• Yes, I sense it... A burning passion, like unto fury...
• I know it well. For the same passion once burned in many a star before yours.
• Suffocated and extinguished now.

Alisaie:

• I...I can't...breathe.

Meteion:

• You approach the bounds of my Ultimatum, where emotions dictate reality.
• Where resignation and acceptance unite to embrace the end.
• Where those who yet valiantly cling to life cannot thrive...

Estinien:

• By the Fury...

Urianger:

• Thancred...?

Y'shtola:

• Meteion is gone as well. Mayhap he awakened first and gave chase.

Mappingway:

• ...Uh, everyone? It appears we're at our destination.
• This...this is Ultima Thule.

Growingway:

• Not that we knew what to expect...but I wasn't expecting this.
• From atmospheric composition to ambient temperatures, all readings are within permissible range. This place is capable of supporting life!

Livingway:

• If that's the case, then Thancred may well have gone on ahead. Let's go and have a look.
• Meanwhile, I want the rest of you to perform a full inspection of the ship as well as a biological scan.

G'raha Tia:

• Is this...a dead star?

Livingway:

• As I live and breathe...I live and breathe. The environment itself shouldn't kill us.

Y'shtola:

• Well then, let us search for Thancred while exploring the area.
• The ship, we leave in your care.

Livingway:

• I can't guarantee it will be of help in these strange surrounds, but I've readied a provisions node in case of emergency.
• Of course, if you encounter any real danger here, I expect you to return to the Ragnarok at once.