ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/028/JobBrd650_02892.csv

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4	0	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_00	Sanson is poised to pounce upon Nourval.
5	1	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_01	Following extended surveillance, Sanson and Guydelot are confident that Nourval is in league with the masked bandits. In order to catch the man redhanded, Sanson has contrived to lure him out of the castrum with his guard lowered. Find Nourval inside the stronghold and lead him into thinking that the way is clear.
6	2	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_02	You inform Nourval that your two comrades are tied up, and the man takes the bait and hastens away. Join Sanson outside the castrum.
7	3	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_03	Sanson is pleased that his ploy has worked, and even now Guydelot shadows Nourval to his destination. Make your way to the ruin called Gyr Kehim to the northeast and join your fellow bard on the chase.
8	4	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_04	You catch Nourval meeting with the masked bandits, who have found the tome you seek─the journal of the Ala Mhigan general Gylbarde. Eavesdropping on their conversation, you learn their true purpose: stoking the fires of anti-Ala Mhigan sentiment. Determined not to let this come to pass, your party confronts Nourval's, and at the end of a fierce confrontation, you emerge the victor and with the journal in your hands.
9	5	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_05	The defeated Nourval flees the scene, but not before revealing that he is descended from Vainchelon. And in turn, the journal reveals that Vainchelon did not die of illness as is believed, but rather was poisoned by Gylbarde at a secret meeting. The revelation comes as a shock to Sanson and Guydelot, who worry what may happen should the truth be made public knowledge. There is clearly much to mull over; for now, return to Castrum Oriens with your comrades.
10	6	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_06	Back at Castrum Oriens, Sanson shares with you further details from the journal. It appears that one of Vainchelon's sons was present at the deadly meeting, and he alone managed to escape with his life. But rather than tell of events as they happened, he kept the truth of his sire's demise a secret. Even as the man's motive boggles him, Sanson must turn his attention to his own dilemma: deciding what to do with Gylbarde's journal. Though he knows in his mind that the truth is best kept buried, in his heart he is not wholly convinced, and begs you for more time to consider the matter. ※The next bard quest will be available from Sanson upon reaching level 68.
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28	24	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_00	Speak with Nourval.
29	25	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_01	Join Sanson outside Castrum Oriens.
30	26	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_02	Join Guydelot on the chase.
31	27	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_03	Join Guydelot on the chase.
32	28	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_04	Speak with Sanson.
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52	48	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_100_000	Whatever shenanigans Nourval's up to, we're gonna find out.
53	49	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_000	We've continued our surveillance of Nourval's activities. It's beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has an ulterior motive.
54	50	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_001	In order to find the tome, it's past time we took our search to the field, but always he finds an excuse to stall.
55	51	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_002	Whenever I suggest investigating this ruin or that, he will inevitably claim we haven't enough information. 'Tis plain he doesn't want us out there.
56	52	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_003	Nay, bastard wants all that outside goodness for himself. But try as we might, we haven't been able to find out where he sneaks off to. Warier than a bird, that one.
57	53	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_004	Meanwhile, the masked bandits continue ambushing Alliance patrols, and they always know exactly where and when to strike. It's as though they have insider knowledge of patrol routes.
58	54	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_005	The only explanation being there's a mole in the garrison leaking them intelligence.
59	55	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_006	And who could that mole be save for Nourval? Every move of his marks him as the prime suspect.
60	56	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_007	We know little and less of Nourval's plot, but it can only lead to ill. We must needs bring it to light, and swiftly, before he can do any more harm.
61	57	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_008	To that end, Guydelot and I have been keeping Nourval close, allowing him no chance to act. By now he will be positively itching to rendezvous with his accomplices.
62	58	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_009	And this is where you come in, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. We need you to feed Nourval some false information─that I am in an Alliance meeting, and Guydelot...a drunken stupor.
63	59	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_010	Our man will not pass up the chance to sneak out, and he is like to do so with greater haste than usual. This will afford us an opening to shadow him to his destination.
64	60	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_011	...Drunken stupor? Really?
65	61	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_012	Not so flattering, I know, but you cannot deny that it's believable.
66	62	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_013	Now then, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, pray go to Nourval and plant our misinformation. Once you have done so, come and meet us outside the castrum.
67	63	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_020	...Both of them unavailable? And there I was ready to strike out on the trail of a promising lead!
68	64	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_021	Well, disappointing though it is, the search will have to wait. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
69	65	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_030	It worked, my friend! Nourval rushed out of the castrum not a moment ago!
70	66	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_031	He was headed east, towards a ruin called Gyr Kehim. Guydelot trails him even as we speak. Come, let us join the chase.
71	67	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_035	What is he up to?
72	68	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_040	It's a good old-fashioned tryst. Let's have us a peek, shall we?
73	69	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_MASKMAN02892_000_050	We have it, my lord! Turned it up among his retainer's possessions!
74	70	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_052	At long last, Gylbarde's journal...and not a moment too soon. I'd just about outstayed my welcome at the garrison.
75	71	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_053	When that adventurer caught us falling upon the patrol, I had feared that the game was up.
76	72	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_054	But thankfully, the other two were blind fools. All this time watching me, and they didn't see a thing. Hehehe...
77	73	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_MASKMAN02892_000_055	We've only skimmed the tome, but it seems you were right. About what happened to Lord Vainchelon.
78	74	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_056	Was there ever any doubt? Once we return to Gridania and make this knowledge public, none shall harbor so much as a shred of sympathy for Ala Mhigo.
79	75	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_057	That shall pave the way for us to propagate Lord Vainchelon's will...and advance our agenda.
80	76	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_058	At last we've uncovered Nourval's purpose, and the tome is right before our eyes, no less.
81	77	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_058	Commander Heuloix spoke of a faction that vehemently opposes our aiding Ala Mhigo. I daresay we have found them.
82	78	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_101_058	But how did Nourval come to lead such a crew? And what is this talk of Vainchelon?
83	79	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_059	What, the Gridanian general sung about in nigh a hundred songs, who led our forces against Gylbarde in the Autumn War?
84	80	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_060	Only to die of an illness before the fighting was over. Aye, the very same. Having lost his leadership, we would have lost the war entirely had the other nations not come to our aid.
85	81	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_061	Don't know about the rest of you, but it seems to me our damning little secret pertains to Vainchelon.
86	82	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_062	And Nourval seeks to use it to stoke the fires of anti-Ala Mhigan sentiment to some sinister end. This cannot be borne─we cannot let them have the journal! Are you with me?
87	83	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_100	Hmph, perhaps you are not such blind fools after all. Very well, take your journal.
88	84	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_101	Aye, take it! Read it! Know the vile crime the Ala Mhigans committed against Lord Vainchelon─against my own blood! And see the folly of aiding such honorless people!
89	85	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_101	Wh-What do you mean, your own blood?
90	86	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_102	Did I mishear? Did he just say that Vainchelon was his ancestor?
91	87	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_103	Aye, that's what it sounded like. Vainchelon, the folk hero loved by all, celebrated in countless songs...and that pain in the rear's his descendant. Never would've guessed. Anyroad, we've got bigger concerns. Let's see what this musty old tome's hiding.
92	88	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_104	“To Vainchelon I extended an invitation to negotiate peace. The meeting must be in secret, I explained, for not all of my officers share my view. My opponent accepted and arrived at the appointed hour.”
93	89	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_105	Peace? Everybody knows there weren't no peace on offer. The hells' this about?
94	90	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_106	Wait, it continues: “Without suspicion, he took his seat. And without suspicion, he drank the poisoned wine. The effect was swift and sure, and within moments the man lay dead at my feet.”
95	91	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_107	Wait, Vainchelon was murdered? By <Emphasis>poison</Emphasis>!?
96	92	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_110	To this day, Lord Vainchelon remains an object of worship among many Gridanians. Were they to learn of this, the present grumblings against Ala Mhigan liberation are liable to grow into large-scale protests.
97	93	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_120	To this day, Lord Vainchelon remains an object of worship among many Gridanians. Were they to learn of this, it would pose a serious and ongoing impediment to diplomatic relations.
98	94	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_130	There's no denying that some Ala Mhigans did some terrible things in the past, but what Nourval's trying to do ain't no better. Might be as he's after the truth, but nothing good'll come of this, and certainly not any decent songs.
99	95	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_131	The truth... Tell me, Guydelot. When we surrender this journal to our superiors, what do you think they would do with the knowledge?
100	96	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_132	The Seedseers aside, I reckon the brass hats at the Adders' Nest would want to cover it up. Bury it nice and deep and pretend it never existed.
101	97	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_133	Aye... Nor would I put it past them to exploit the knowledge to gain leverage in dealings with Ala Mhigo. But whatever they may do is none of our concern, is it? Duty compels us to hand the journal over to headquarters...
102	98	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_134	You're the leader of our merry band, Sanson, and duty compels me to obey your orders, shite though they often are. You decide whether we hand over the journal or not.
103	99	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_134	Guydelot would entrust this decision to me. But what of you, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>?
104	100	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_Q1_000_000	What will you say?
105	101	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_A1_000_001	You should decide.
106	102	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_A1_000_002	We should all decide.
107	103	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_110_134	Yes, that would only be proper. As the leader, mine is the burden of decision.
108	104	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_120_134	No, forgive me this unseemly display. Guydelot has the right of it. As the leader, mine is the burden of decision.
109	105	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_135	At any rate, this ain't the place for moral dilemmas. Let's get ourselves back to the castrum afore Nourval and his mates decide they want to have another go.
110	106	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_145	Sanson's still trying to make up his mind. Well, not like I'm in a hurry or nothing.
111	107	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_150	Guydelot has disappeared somewhere in the castrum. Giving me room to ponder matters, I shouldn't doubt.
112	108	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_150	I've since read through Gylbarde's journal, and I'm afraid there is no two ways about it. He summoned Vainchelon under the pretense of peace, and then slew him with poison.
113	109	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_151	However, one mystery remains. It appears one of Vainchelon's sons was present at the fateful meeting.
114	110	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_152	Landrenel was his name, and he narrowly escaped with his life. But instead of crying bloody murder, he announced that his sire had died of illness.
115	111	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_153	Here is a man who witnessed his own flesh and blood slain, and in the most underhanded manner, yet he concealed the truth. Why did he do this? I do not understand...
116	112	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_154	But it avails us naught to agonize over the motives of those who lived in the past. Nay, our quandary concerns the future.
117	113	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_155	For the future of both nations, the truth is best kept buried. No good can come of digging it up. 'Tis crystal clear what must be done.
118	114	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_156	And yet, though my mind sees the logic, my heart rebels against the idea. Forgive me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. It seems I require more time to think on it.
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121	117	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_QIB_001_TODO_1	Defeat Nourval!
122	118	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_001_001	Nourval! We cannot allow you to have that tome!
123	119	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_001_002	H-How did you─!? ...No matter! You'll not stand in my way!
124	120	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_002_001	So you want to do this the hard way, eh?
125	121	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_002_002	He leaves us no choice!
126	122	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_003_001	Have at them!
127	123	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_003_002	Damn! Was more o' them in the ruin!
128	124	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_003_003	I leave them to you and <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!
129	125	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_003_004	Poisoned arrows!?
130	126	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_003_005	Hmph, pesky archers! Somebody deal with 'em!
131	127	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_004_001	Now! Fan out!
132	128	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_004_002	How many friends has he got!?
133	129	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_003	Not good...
134	130	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_004_006	The time for charades is past! I will show you the technique of my ancestors!
135	131	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_007	What is he─!?
136	132	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_008	Urgh! Wh-Whence comes this power!?
137	133	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_004_009	Damn... Bastard's full of surprises...
138	134	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_DEAD_001	You must...finish this...
139	135	TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_DEAD_001	Bugger it all... Get that bastard for me...