Going Underground

Quest giver: Fourchenault
Location: Old Sharlayan (X:11.3, Y:6.5)
Quest line: Endwalker Main Scenario Quests
Level: 88

Experience: 501,600
Gil: 1,797
Previous quest: Outside Help
Next quest: No Job Too Small
Patch: 6.0

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Fourchenault's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip is being sorely tested.

— In-game description

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Sharlayan Hamlet

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Speak to Fourchenault outside the Archeion.
Speak to Fourchenault again.
Speak with Alphinaud.
Speak with Hester.
Speak with Fourchenault.
Speak to Kokkol Dankkol
Speak with Krile.

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Fourchenault:

As instructed, I shall take you to see the aetherburner.
Meet me outside the Archeion. I trust you can make your own way there.

Alphinaud:

So the ark is being built in Labyrinthos. Hardly surprising. Where else could they conceal such a massive undertaking...

Fourchenault:

Our destination lies in the lower levels.
The Forum, in its wisdom, has granted you access to the Archeion's lift.
Step inside and have Ophilyne take you to the Medial Circuit.
I have sent your associates ahead to Logistikon Alpha, on the other side of Meryall Agronomics.
Actually...there is something I have been meaning to...
...No, never mind. It can wait. Let us attend to the matter at hand.

Alphinaud:

We are to wait here while our father arranges for us to use the next lift.
“Here” being Logistikon Alpha, where the atmospheric conditions of Labyrinthos are regulated.
Water is drawn from underground and dispersed as vapor, stimulating the formation of artificial clouds and rain.
By manipulating the temperature and air circulation, they are able to create the ideal environment for the growth and preservation of the biological samples kept here.

Alisaie:

Hold on. How do you know so much about it?

Alphinaud:

Why, Father brought me here as a child.

Alisaie:

What!? And left me behind!?

Alphinaud:

Actually, you're the one who left me behind, when you went off somewhere with Grandfather.
The night before, I'd been asking Father how clouds are made, so he decided to show me. It was fascinating─I peppered him with questions the entire time.

Urianger:

'Tis all too easy to take for granted the many interweaving aspects of the natural world. To grow inured to the wondrous.
But having gained an understanding of the complex mechanisms employed by the Loporrits in recreating a similar environment, I have come to view such processes in a new light.
The subterranean gardens of Labyrinthos, the lunar prison forged to contain the ancient Zodiark, the habitations built for all mankind 'neath the moon's surface... Each unique, yet undeniably similar.

Fourchenault:

'Tis no mere coincidence.
Ever since Hydaelyn unfolded to us the grim fate that awaits Etheirys, every essential resource we could spare has been delivered to Labyrinthos, in preparation for the great exodus. But that is not all...
It is also a testing ground for the technologies that will allow us to settle on distant stars.
Though the Loporrits have endeavored to make the moon inhabitable, that is not our final destination. Mankind must learn to propagate life where there is none, to thrive where all is barren.
Alas, time is not on our side.
I have arranged for you all to enter the Central Circuit. It is there that most of our preparations for the great exodus are carried out, the construction of the ark among them.
Though our plans have been made public, access remains highly restricted. You, however, will not be subject to said restrictions, and will have free rein to come and go as you please. Such was the will of the Forum, after all.

Alphinaud:

We will prove ourselves worthy of their trust. Your trust.

Fourchenault:

Then let us proceed.

Hester:

By decree of the Forum, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn are permitted to enter the Central Circuit.

Fourchenault:

The aetherburner is being constructed not far from here.
Overseeing the work is Kokkol Dankkol, after whom the forge is named.
Once the necessary introductions have been made, I shall leave you with him to discuss the particulars. This way.
This is the man we seek. Do try not to startle him...

Kokkol Dankkol:

I could swap 'em out... No─been there, done that, damn near lost me eyebrows...
Think, Kokkol, think! We'd be well on our way to paradise, visionaries pattin' themselves on the backs for their grand accomplishments if you'd only think!

Fourchenault:

Yes... That does sound rather lovely...

Kokkol Dankkol:

Gyaaah! ...I mean, Master Fourchenault, what a pleasant surprise! We're not blastin' off already, are we!?

Fourchenault:

The schedule remains unchanged. For better or worse...
Which is why the Forum has elected to accept assistance in resolving the aetherburner conundrum.

Kokkol Dankkol:

Huh. Not seen you lot down here before.

Fourchenault:

There are Archons among their number, but engineering is not their expertise. Nevertheless, the Forum concedes the slim possibility that they may have insights to offer. If not, you are at liberty to return them to the surface...by whatever means you see fit.

Alphinaud:

I assure you that won't be necessary. Now, about your troubles with the aetherburner...?

Kokkol Dankkol:

Aye, aye, I'll walk you through it. S'pose I could do with a change of pace.
As the name ought to tell you, the aetherburner “burns” aether─ambient or otherwise─and transforms it into motive force. Think of it like a giant bomb that never stops explodin'.
Even out in that black void where the aether's right sparse, it's strong enough to move our ark. And it probably won't kill you like an actual bomb!
...But it ain't perfect.
Accordin' to my calculations, to travel to the moon and back fast enough for the Forum's likin', the conversion rate needs to be six percent more efficient.
“A measly six percent,” you say, but if I could've squeezed even another “point six” out of it, don't you think I'd've built it that way in the first place!?

Urianger:

Hast thou consulted with the Loporrits?

Fourchenault:

Yes. They too are conducting their own research, for lack of a ready answer.
The moon's propulsion systems are considerable, naturally, yet they are commensurately massive.
It is no easy feat to convert their technology into an efficient means of propulsion for a “teeny-tiny toy boat,” as they say─and as I most certainly do not.

Kokkol Dankkol:

Yes, exactly! Damn it all, I ask for refined adamantite and they send me uppity rabbits with inscrutable, ancient, incompatible technology... You tryin' to drive me mad?

G'raha Tia:

Do you speak of Allagan-refined adamantite, perchance?

Y'shtola:

You know of it?

G'raha Tia:

Only in the most general terms, I'm afraid. 'Twas an alloy of Allagan make, but the secrets of its production were closely guarded.
As I recall, the records stated it was vital to Dalamud's construction and launch.

Kokkol Dankkol:

Aye, that's the stuff! No material more conductive far as I know. Slottin' some in's like blowing up a dam and watching the river of aether come rushing through!
Ain't a living soul that knows how to make it, though.
We were fortunate enough to salvage some for the aetherburner─just a wee bit, mind─from a chunk of Dalamud that came hurtlin' into the Northern Empty during the Calamity.
With more...well, that extra six percent efficiency would be child's play. It's a cryin' shame that we've no other sources.

Alisaie:

Surely the many shards of Dalamud scattered throughout Eorzea would suffice. Why not get the refined adamantite from them?

Kokkol Dankkol:

Oh we tried, believe you me. But only a few specialized pieces would've had any in 'em to begin with.
Drive cores from Ragnarok-class internment hulks─those are the prize bits we really need.
But accordin' to the gleaners, gettin' to 'em means delvin' deep into the shards─and the defenses are still very operational and very eager to blow 'em up.
It's rough goin' in there, even for the cream. Not sure they'd make it out alive...

Alisaie:

...Weren't we near that part of the Ragnarok when we went to destroy Bahamut?

"You want me to go and fetch the wotsits?"

Alisaie:

That may be for the best...though you'd doubtless find the task too dull for your liking.

Alphinaud:

Hmm... There are multiple internment hulks in Eorzea alone, so handling this ourselves may not be the most efficient option.
Rather, if we could salvage adamantite from the shards simultaneously...
Thancred, is the linkshell we established before you went to Garlemald still active?

Thancred:

Of course. The floor is yours.

Fourchenault:

What's all this?

Alphinaud:

Gathering firewood, so to speak. We alone can accomplish little, but joined by others, we may yet build a bonfire to carry us heavensward.
This is Alphinaud. The Scions have need of you.

Lucia:

Understood. I will contact the Lord Commander and dispatch our finest at once.

A-Ruhn-Senna:

My sisters are somewhat preoccupied with the Final Days─so I will lead the Twelveswood expedition myself.

Y'shtola:

Are you aware of any other sources of refined adamantite?

G'raha Tia:

Logically, such an invaluable alloy would have been utilized solely where absolutely necessary─in components intended to conduct or collect surpassing amounts of aether.
Any extant instrumentation or devices would have likely found their way into the hands of aetherologists or...enthusiasts.

Cirina:

Magical artifacts of Allagan design? The Eastern alliance will send word to one and all.
Are there other ways we may offer aid? No shards of the lesser moon scar our soil, but our stake in this cause is no less for it...

Alphinaud:

Is there anything in Othard that might be of use to you?

Kokkol Dankkol:

Othard, you say!? You've got friends in far places, lad!
Anyroad, if you're offerin', I wouldn't say “no” to one of those Far Eastern sacred relics.
Some of them can hold enough aether to summon a whole damn primal. Combine a source like that with the aetherburner and three...two...one...kaboom!

Alphinaud:

...I gather you heard his explosive enthusiasm. Might you secure us a suitable relic?

Cirina:

It shall be done! I know little of machines, but I promise we will do our utmost to gather the materials you need to finish your starship.
I am glad for the work, in truth. Better to busy oneself than wait and fret over disasters foretold.

Sicard:

Then why're we all still standin' about yappin'? There's plunder for the takin'─an' I'm a born plunderer!
I'll be in Ol' Sharlayan before you know it. Start mixing the grog!

Alphinaud:

I'm certain that can be arranged. Thank you all─and do be careful.

Alisaie:

Just like that!

Alphinaud:

Aye, just like that, our refined adamantite is on its way.
Now let us consider our next steps, shall we? There's yet much to be done.

Krile:

It's times like these we're reminded of how famous─or infamous─Alphinaud has become. Who'd have thought he could achieve so much with a single linkpearl conversation!
As we're expecting rather a lot of visitors in the near future, I'd best return to the surface and inform the relevant parties.
I also have a contact of my own that might be worth a try...

Alphinaud:

Oh? And who might that be?

Krile:

That's for me to know and you to find out!
And on that note, I leave matters here in your capable hands. Best of luck!

Nanamo Ul Namo:

...Our course of action is clear. We must harvest refined adamantite from the shards of Dalamud, and procure arcane relics of Allagan make.
Summon the best and brightest of our Immortal Flames, and form an expeditionary party at once! Call upon the Sultansworn and Brass Blades for support as you must.
Papashan, send word to the guilds. We will require the expertise of master artisans if we are to have any hope of identifying and recovering these elusive materials.
Fyrgeiss, we have need of your Stone Torches.
They are to assist the Immortal Flames in scouring the ruins, and to help secure the surrounding areas. I trust I can count on your support?

Fyrgeiss:

As commander of the Stone Torches, my son Zimberk will personally see it done.

Nanamo Ul Namo:

Pipin. I would have you lead the raiding party. Assemble your finest, and with Tizona's blade clear the way.
Lord Lolorito, I pray you take charge of the search for Allagan relics. Surely you know of some being traded on open or clandestine markets, or sleeping in collectors' vaults.
Of course, I ask not that you do this out of the kindness of your heart. By all means, profit on the transactions. I wish you the joy of it.
The Final Days descend upon our world. If circumstances are truly as dire as they say, Ul'dah's best efforts may be for naught.
And yet, when we Eorzeans rose from the ashes to rebuild our broken realm, did we not learn one simple truth?
That which seems all but impossible to overcome alone, may yet be possible if we stand together.
It was the Scions who united us then, and it is the Scions who call upon us now.
Ul'dah will answer that call. We will summon our courage, and join the fight for our world's future.
You know your duties! I, Nanamo Ul Namo, seventeenth in the line of Ul, bid you good luck and godsspeed!

A-Ruhn-Senna:

We've fielded a goodly number, but our ranks are heavy with healers. And an abundance of restorative magicks will be of little help in destroying Dalamud's defenses.
Still, it has ever been thus with Gridania. We must steel ourselves for a protracted engagement...

???:

In that case, might I suggest taking us along?

A-Ruhn-Senna:

Commander Hext!? What are you doing here?

Lyse:

None of the shards in Gyr Abania are big enough to hold an internment hulk.
So we said to ourselves─why not lend our neighbors a hand? We thought you might be short on people with a talent for breaking things.

A-Ruhn-Senna:

While it pains me to admit it...you are right. Are our deficiencies so plain to see?

Lyse:

It might've been a lifetime ago, but I was once one of the Scions assigned to the Shroud.

Lyse: I know this forest well. I know your people. And I know we will be stronger if we fight this fight together.

A-Ruhn-Senna:

Then I will impose upon you with a clear conscience. Come, let us speak of how to integrate our forces.

Lyse:

I won't let it all be for nothing. I promise you, Papalymo...

Emmanellain:

There...there you are!
We've no time to waste, Brother! Everyone has already... Ah.
That...that was a roar. A dragon's roar!

Hancock:

...And so, in summation, the Eastern alliance, as well as the honorable Lord Lolorito himself, reached out to me for assistance in procuring these treasures of the divine─and I, in turn, do beseech the Confederacy for aid.
Hm? Is that...?

Soroban:

Hancock? What a surprise this is!
And a fortuitous one at that. I have a favor to ask, you see...

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