Wrath of the Titan
Wrath of the Titan
- Quest giver
- Minfilia Warde
- Location
- The Solar (X:6, Y:6)
- Quest line
- Seventh Umbral Era
- Level
- 30
- Experience
29,640- Gil
1,404- Previous quest
Skeletons in Her Closet- Next quest
- Tales from the Tidus Slayer
- Patch
- 2.0
“— In-game description
Steps
- Speak with R'ashaht Rhiki.
- Speak with Trachtoum.
Journal
- The Maelstrom has requested that the Scions slay the primal Titan, who has been summoned by a tribe of Kobolds who reside near Limsa Lominsa. Report to High Storm Commander R'ashaht Rhiki at Maelstrom Command for further information.
- Upon arriving at Maelstrom Command, you are received by Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn herself, who pledges the full support of the Maelstrom in the forthcoming operation. Before risking direct confrontation with Titan, Y'shtola proposes that you learn more about your foe by speaking to former members of the Company of Heroes -- the famous band of mercenaries who defeated the dread primal once before. She directs you to the Grey Fleet mills in lower La Noscea, where one such individual is said to reside.
- Your search leads you to Trachtoum, the self-proclaimed "best axeman" of the Company of Heroes. Explain the situation to him and see what he has to say.
Dialogue
Minfilia: The Maelstrom requests our assistance.
Y'shtola: Concerning the kobolds they sent such copious notes on, I presume?
Minfilia: Yes, and no. It has more to do with their findings, which portend a peril far greater than any beast tribe.
Y'shtola: What sort of peril?
Minfilia: The worst kind. A tribe of kobolds in the vicinity of Limsa Lominsa has reawakened Titan.
Minfilia: Our task will be to slay the primal. The Maelstrom have sworn support for the endeavor.
Minfilia: They are no strangers to the havoc kobolds can wreak.
Y'shtola: Years before the Grand Company's reformation, two primals, Leviathan and Titan, chanced to converge upon the seawall, wreaking untold devastation.
Y'shtola: There, by the grace of the Navigator, were the mercenaries Merlwyb hired able to fend them off.
Y'shtola: Yet it did not take long for the beast tribes to regroup, and they summoned their primals once more.
Minfilia: Thankfully, their second coming was decidedly short-lived─but that is beside the point.
Minfilia: So long as tormented souls will them to exist, the realm will never be rid of primals.
Y'shtola: The Maelstrom has kept a watchful eye upon the beast tribes─and the kobolds in particular─ever since.
Y'shtola: Which brings us to the matter at hand.
Minfilia: Unlike Ifrit, we know scarcely anything of Titan.
Minfilia: Unfortunately, the only force known to have bested him─the modestly named “Company of Heroes”─disbanded five years since, and mercenaries are not in the habit of keeping chronicles.
Y'shtola: Expect the worst.
Y'shtola: The Maelstrom's help is of course appreciated, but even if we had their whole armada at our disposal, we could still find ourselves overmatched.
Y'shtola: A pity the kobolds lack the gentle sensibilities of the sylphs. A peaceful resolution would be more than welcome.
Y'shtola: The Echo will not avail you this time, I fear. If you are to survive, your steel must needs speak for you.
Y'shtola: No one would think you a coward were you to decline.
You shake your head.
Minfilia: So you will accept?
You nod silently.
Minfilia: Thank you.
Thancred: We can't very well send her to Limsa Lominsa without Y'shtola, can we, Minfilia?
Minfilia: May I ask that of you, Y'shtola?
Y'shtola: I never thought it in question.
Minfilia: Ever reliable.
Minfilia: Very well. We will spare no effort to win victory.
Minfilia: You may count on the full support of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
Minfilia: And all not afield will aid the fight from afar.
Minfilia: Thancred, Yda, go to the Grand Companies. Tell them of our plight and solicit their support.
Minfilia: Urianger, send word to the Students of Baldesion─and Alphinaud, if you would.
Minfilia: Papalymo, compile all the information we have on Titan, little though it may be.
Minfilia: You'll be apprised of the tactical situation when you reach the Sailors Ward.
Minfilia: Provision yourself for the journey. May you walk in the light of the Crystal.
Speaking to Minfilia again:
Minfilia: Thank you for agreeing to handle Titan and the kobolds. As Y'shtola mentioned, the mission will be fraught with danger, so we will want to spare no preparation.
Minfilia: I shall look forward to your triumphant return, as shall all your comrades. Go with the blessing of the Crystal.
R'ashaht Rhiki: Hail, adventurer, and welcome to Maelstrom Command. If you wish to know more about enlisting, speak with the personnel officer.
R'ashaht Rhiki: Unless...you are the guest we were told to expect? Ah...ha. Ahem. Forgive me, madam.
R'ashaht Rhiki: To business, then. It is as we told the Antecedent. The kobolds have once again summoned Titan.
R'ashaht Rhiki: A little over a moon ago, we began to observe the beastmen moving south in increasing numbers from O'Ghomoro.
R'ashaht Rhiki: Our scouts subsequently confirmed the object of their aggression─
Merlwyb: Crystals. Fodder for their fell primal.
Merlwyb: Thank you, High Commander. You may leave the rest to me.
Word has spread of your accomplishments, Yuki. On behalf of Limsa Lominsa, I thank you for heeding our call.
Y'shtola: Forgive the lack of forewarning, High Commander. The Admiral wished to address Yuki personally.
Merlwyb: We are no strangers to conflict. Long have the Sahagin and the kobolds plagued our people─nor is this the first time we have had to address a primal threat.
Merlwyb: In the past, when Titan rose to threaten the peace, it was to the Company of Heroes we turned.
Merlwyb: But they are long disbanded, and we must look to other brave souls blessed with the strength to face this foe.
Merlwyb: So it is that we turn now to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, confident in the belief that you are Limsa's best hope.
Y'shtola: I hope you are right. Yet the situation is far from simple. The kobolds are not prone to unprovoked aggression. Did not the thalassocracy make a pact with the beastmen that each would keep to their own lands, and that no blood would be shed?
Y'shtola: ...And was it not the Lominsans who violated this agreement, dissatisfied with their lot? Shall we then condemn the beastmen for defending their homes?
Y'shtola: Even a pirate must one day reap what she has sown.
R'ashaht Rhiki: >> I would advise you to choose your words with greater care, Lady Y'shtola! <<
Merlwyb: Stand down, High Commander. She has the right of it.
Merlwyb: And the wrong is mine. Freely do I claim it. Yet it makes little difference. Remorse will not shield us from Titan's wrath. ...Or would you have us fall upon our swords?
Y'shtola bows.
Y'shtola: My apologies, Admiral. The safety and security of Limsa Lominsa's citizenry are, of course, of paramount concern.
Merlwyb: Already, we have observed disruptions in the flow of aether further inland. The effects will be felt here in the city ere long.
Merlwyb: I ask much of you, I know, but the need is great. Can I count on your help, Yuki?
Merlwyb: You have my thanks, along with the full support of the Maelstrom. I await good tidings.
Y'shtola: That the kobolds should summon Titan demonstrates they are no longer amenable to negotiation.
Y'shtola: This being the case, we must needs prepare for conflict. Before we meet Titan in the field, however, it would be wise to learn all we can of our foe. And I can think of no better source of information than the mercenaries who defeated him once before.
R'ashaht Rhiki: The Company of Heroes may be no more, but several of its former members still live. It is said that one of them is employed at the Grey Fleet mills in lower La Noscea.
Y'shtola: Quite why a mercenary should choose to become a miller, I do not know. When you find him, mayhap you could ask him for me. I, meanwhile, shall seek his fellows.
Trachtoum: Lay down yer burdens, son,♪
Come drain a pint with me,♪
We'll have a grand ol' time,♪
Find ye a lass or three...♪
Trachtoum: Ye gonna say somethin', 'venturer, or just keep starin'?
Eh? Ye want to know about the Company of Heroes?
Trachtoum: Ahhh hells... Price of bleedin' fame... Can't a miller mill in peace no more!?
Trachtoum: Still, seein' as ye've come all this way, I s'pose it wouldn't hurt to oblige ye. Consider yerself lucky, lass─ol' Trachtoum was the Company's best axeman. Now, what was it ye wanted to know?