Into the Aery
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Into the Aery
- Quest giver
- Estinien
- Location
- Foundation (X:13, Y:11)
- Quest line
- Heavensward Main Scenario
- Level
- 55
- Experience
50,700- Gil
5,000- Previous quest
Ready to Fly- Next quest
- The Song Begins
Tricks and Stones - Patch
- 3.0
“— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Cid.
- Enter The Aery.
- Speak with Estinien.
Journal
- With no further obstacles to bar your entrance to the Aery, Estinien is eager to be under way. Return to the Skysteel Manufactory, and collect the manacutters from Cid.
- At the manufactory, Cid, Wedge, and Biggs take turns reassuring you that their manacutters are equal to the task of piercing the barrier around the Aery. Seeing no further need to delay, Estinien bids you fly with him to Nidhogg's lair forthwith. It would seem that the time has come at last to face the dread wyrm in a battle that could bring an end to a thousand years of suffering.
- ※Challenge the Aery with other players via the Duty Finder, or with a party of NPCs via Duty Support. Both systems are accessible from the main menu as well as the dungeon's entrance point.
- Following an aerial encounter with the enraged Nidhogg, you are separated from Estinien and land far from the duel between dragoon and wyrm. Undaunted, you cut a bloody path through the Aery's defenders, and eventually arrive at their master's lofty perch. There, with the Azure Dragoon stifling the source of Nidhogg's strength, you finally succeed in bringing the massive creature down. Speak to Estinien at Monsterie in the Churning Mists.
- Glorying in victory, the Azure Dragoon gouges out Nidhogg's remaining eye, and sends the lifeless wyrm tumbling into the clouds below. Moments later, your Crystal of Lightning is suffused with new radiance, and you are treated to another vision of the past -- a vision wherein you witness the truth of Nidhogg's defeat at the hands of Haldrath and his knights. When you subsequently relate the tale to Estinien, the dragoon seems greatly perplexed. If Haldrath claimed both eyes from the wyrm, whence came the trophy so recently plucked from Nidhogg's skull? Discuss the matter further with Estinien.
- Though Estinien has defeated his lifelong nemesis, the mysteries thus uncovered weigh heavily upon his heart. Only by wresting the truth from Hraesvelgr will your triumph be complete.
Dialogue
Speak with Estinen
Estinen:We have tarried long enough. Let us call upon Master Garlond and take possession of the manacutters.
Speak with Cid
Cid[Forename], old friend! The 'cutters are ready when you are! Wedge: The finer adjustments cost us a few sleepless nights, but we got there in the end! Biggs: Which means you can get where you need to go. I tell you, these little beauties'll tear through that wind barrier like a cement drill through cottage cheese. Cid: And that, my friends, is a Garlond Ironworks guarantee! Estinen: You have our thanks. Come, Warrior of Light - the dread wyrm awaits!
Post-Battle(Cutscene)
Nidhogg:Thou wouldst use mine own eye against me!? Time hath done naught to dilute thy kind's depravity! Nidhogg: I have not forgotten thee, dragoon! Mine essence claimed thee once...and shall do so again! Estinen: No wyrm! This ends here! (Estinen stabs Nidhogg's other eye and takes it off his lance, armor is red) Estinen: You gifted my people a thousand years of suffering. Now I gift you an eternity in darkness!
Cutscene (Past?)
Sylvetrel de Dzemael: They are ours, Lord Haldrath... The eyes of Nidhogg! Haldrath: Aye... The wyrm lies broken and my father is avenged. With the wellspring of his vitality thus denied him, Nidhogg shall not linger long in this world. Haldrath: But behold the terrible price we have paid. My sire is dead; so many brother knights slain. Haldrath: We traded our honor for the strength which now courses in our veins. And still we are forced to make such sacrifice.
Sylvetrel de Dzemael: But not in vain, my lord. Hraesvelgr is the only great wyrm left in Dravania, and he dares not leave his lair. Sylvetrel de Dzemael: With Nidhogg's eye in your possession, who can challenge the might of Ishgard? Ascend the throne, and take your rightful place as the ruler of our people!
Haldrath: Nay, my friend, I must forsake the mantle of king. Though Nidhogg be defeated, his wyrmling horde yet darkens the skies with wings beyond counting. Haldrath: As one who partook of Ratatoskr's strength, it shall be my penance to bear a knight's arms until death grants me leave to retire. when that day comes, no prince shall perish, but a hells-bound hunter of dragons...
Sylvetrel de Dzemael: But Lord Haldrath! What then shall become of the royal line!? Flavien de Fortemps: Think of your people, my lord! without a king, who will the common man turn to in his hour of need? How will he find his way without your benevolent hand to guide him? Haldrath: I thank you, Ser Flavien and Ser Sylvetrel - for dispelling my remaining doubts. With men of such wisdom and compassion in service to the realm, 'tis plain that Ishgard has no need of a king. Haldrath: But if you must bow to the demands of tradition, you need look no further than yourselves for one worthy to wear the crown. Haldrath: Fare thee well, my brother knights...my loyal friends. On these shoulders shall I bear the weight of my father's sins; with this lance shall I repay the debt accrued through our misdeeds.
Sylvetrel de Dzemael: What cruel jest has fate played upon us...? Have we seized this desperate victory only to lose a king? Flavien: We can but act as our lord has bid. We few who remain must divide between us the rulership of Ishgard and her people.
Brawny Knight: Not I. My oath was to Lord Haldrath, and he alone. If he is not to be king, then I would hang up my shield, as well. Sylvetrel de Dzemael: Will you abandon us, too, ser? Brawny Knight: I would wash my hands of blood and betrayal and take up an honest trade. Mayhap I shall serve ale instead of sharpened steel...
Flavien: We four, then... Sylvetrel de Dzemael: Fortemps, Haillenarte, Durendaire, and Dzemael... Sylvetrel de Dzemael: But four houses to rule all of Ishgard... Flavien: ...And what of the throne? Sylvetrel de Dzemael: We keep it empty. Until a king rises once more, we must assume the role of stewards.