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* 7.45 follow-up
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21TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_01Following extended surveillance, Sanson and Guydelot are confident that Nourval is in league with the masked bandits. In order to catch the man red-handed, 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.
32TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_02You inform Nourval that your two comrades are tied up, and the man takes the bait and hastens away. Join Sanson outside the castrum.
43TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_03Sanson 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.
54TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_04You 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.
65TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_05The 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.
76TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SEQ_06Back 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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2524TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_00Speak with Nourval.
2625TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_TODO_01Join Sanson outside Castrum Oriens.
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4948TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_100_000Whatever shenanigans Nourval's up to, we're gonna find out.
5049TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_000We've continued our surveillance of Nourval's activities. It's beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has an ulterior motive.
5150TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_001In order to find the tome, it's past time we took our search to the field, but always he finds an excuse to stall.
5251TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_002Whenever 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.
5352TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_003Nay, 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.
5453TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_004Meanwhile, 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.
5554TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_005The only explanation being there's a mole in the garrison leaking them intelligence.
5655TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_006And who could that mole be save for Nourval? Every move of his marks him as the prime suspect.
5756TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_007We 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.
5857TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_008To 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.
5958TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_009And this is where you come in, Player. We need you to feed Nourval some false information─that I am in an Alliance meeting, and Guydelot...a drunken stupor.
6059TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_010Our 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.
6160TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_011...Drunken stupor? Really?
6261TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_012Not so flattering, I know, but you cannot deny that it's believable.
6362TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_013Now then, Player, pray go to Nourval and plant our misinformation. Once you have done so, come and meet us outside the castrum.
6463TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_020...Both of them unavailable? And there I was ready to strike out on the trail of a promising lead!
6564TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_021Well, disappointing though it is, the search will have to wait. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
6665TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_030It worked, my friend! Nourval rushed out of the castrum not a moment ago!
6766TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_031He was headed east, towards a ruin called Gyr Kehim. Guydelot trails him even as we speak. Come, let us join the chase.
6867TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_035What is he up to?
6968TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_040It's a good old-fashioned tryst. Let's have us a peek, shall we?
7069TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_MASKMAN02892_000_050We have it, my lord! Turned it up among his retainer's possessions!
7170TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_052At long last, Gylbarde's journal...and not a moment too soon. I'd just about outstayed my welcome at the garrison.
7271TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_053When that adventurer caught us falling upon the patrol, I had feared that the game was up.
7372TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_054But thankfully, the other two were blind fools. All this time watching me, and they didn't see a thing. Hehehe...
7473TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_MASKMAN02892_000_055We've only skimmed the tome, but it seems you were right. About what happened to Lord Vainchelon.
7574TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_056Was 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.
7675TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_057That shall pave the way for us to propagate Lord Vainchelon's will...and advance our agenda.
7776TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_058At last we've uncovered Nourval's purpose, and the tome is right before our eyes, no less.
7877TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_058Commander Heuloix spoke of a faction that vehemently opposes our aiding Ala Mhigo. I daresay we have found them.
7978TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_101_058But how did Nourval come to lead such a crew? And what is this talk of Vainchelon?
8079TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_059What, the Gridanian general sung about in nigh a hundred songs, who led our forces against Gylbarde in the Autumn War?
8180TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_060Only 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.
8281TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_061Don't know about the rest of you, but it seems to me our damning little secret pertains to Vainchelon.
8382TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_062And 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?
8483TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_100Hmph, perhaps you are not such blind fools after all. Very well, take your journal.
8584TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_000_101Aye, 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!
8685TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_101Wh-What do you mean, your own blood?
8786TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_102Did I mishear? Did he just say that Vainchelon was his ancestor?
8887TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_103Aye, 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.
8988TEXT_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.”
9089TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_105Peace? Everybody knows there weren't no peace on offer. The hells' this about?
9190TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_106Wait, 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.”
9291TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_107Wait, Vainchelon was murdered? By *poison*!?
9392TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_110To 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.
9493TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_120To 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.
9594TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_130There'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.
9695TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_131The truth... Tell me, Guydelot. When we surrender this journal to our superiors, what do you think they would do with the knowledge?
9796TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_132The 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.
9897TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_133Aye... 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...
9998TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_134You'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.
10099TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_134Guydelot would entrust this decision to me. But what of you, Player?
101100TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_Q1_000_000What will you say?
102101TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_A1_000_001You should decide.
103102TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_A1_000_002We should all decide.
104103TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_110_134Yes, that would only be proper. As the leader, mine is the burden of decision.
105104TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_120_134No, forgive me this unseemly display. Guydelot has the right of it. As the leader, mine is the burden of decision.
106105TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_135At 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.
107106TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_000_145Sanson's still trying to make up his mind. Well, not like I'm in a hurry or nothing.
108107TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_100_150Guydelot has disappeared somewhere in the castrum. Giving me room to ponder matters, I shouldn't doubt.
109108TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_150I'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.
110109TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_151However, one mystery remains. It appears one of Vainchelon's sons was present at the fateful meeting.
111110TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_152Landrenel 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.
112111TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_153Here 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...
113112TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_154But it avails us naught to agonize over the motives of those who lived in the past. Nay, our quandary concerns the future.
114113TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_155For 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.
115114TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_000_156And yet, though my mind sees the logic, my heart rebels against the idea. Forgive me, Player. It seems I require more time to think on it.
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118117TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_QIB_001_TODO_1Defeat Nourval!
119118TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_001_001Nourval! We cannot allow you to have that tome!
120119TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_001_002H-How did you─!? ...No matter! You'll not stand in my way!
121120TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_002_001So you want to do this the hard way, eh?
122121TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_002_002He leaves us no choice!
123122TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_003_001Have at them!
124123TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_003_002Damn! Was more o' them in the ruin!
125124TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_003_003I leave them to you and Player!
126125TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_003_004Poisoned arrows!?
127126TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_003_005Hmph, pesky archers! Somebody deal with 'em!
128127TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_004_001Now! Fan out!
129128TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_004_002How many friends has he got!?
130129TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_003Not good...
131130TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_NOURVAL_BATTLETALK_004_006The time for charades is past! I will show you the technique of my ancestors!
132131TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_007What is he─!?
133132TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_BATTLETALK_004_008Urgh! Wh-Whence comes this power!?
134133TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_BATTLETALK_004_009Damn... Bastard's full of surprises...
135134TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_SANSON_DEAD_001You must...finish this...
136135TEXT_JOBBRD650_02892_GUYDELOT_DEAD_001Bugger it all... Get that bastard for me...