ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/024/JobMnk650_02428.csv

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4	0	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_00	Widargelt has a plan for expansion.
5	1	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_01	While Widargelt is pleased with his growing membership of students, there are villagers still who doubt the authenticity of his style. In order to win them over, he plans to host a cross-discipline match pitting monks against pugilists. As a well-known face among the Pugilists' Guild, you have been tasked with delivering the invitation. Make your way to Ul'dah and broach the subject with Hamon.
6	2	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_02	You arrive at the Pugilists' Guild to find not only Hamon and Chuchuto, but Rurukuta as well, temporarily returned from his wanderings. All are responsive to the idea of a cross-discipline match, and the guildmaster formally accepts. Make your way back to Ala Gannha and inform Widargelt of the pugilists' coming.
7	3	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_03	Widargelt is ecstatic to learn that Hamon has accepted the invitation, and he sets about preparing for the match. He bids you meet him directly in the Fringes at Schism, the chosen venue.
8	4	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_04	No sooner do you arrive at Schism than cries ring out from the river─D'zentsa and O'tchakha are in danger. Hasten after Widargelt to their aid.
9	5	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_05	You find Widargelt on his knees, handily bested by a band of men led by the mysterious Theobald, who claims to be the Griffin and the rightful King of Ala Mhigo both. He issues a stern warning against reviving the Fist of Rhalgr, and goes on to reveal that Widargelt is in fact his cousin, Theodred, who was raised at the Temple of the Fist in order to spare him the King of Ruin's wrath. Theobald then leaves, but not before declaring his intent to rule Ala Mhigo with an iron fist. With the immediate danger passed, you may turn your attention to your comrades.
10	6	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_06	In light of recent events, Widargelt has no choice but to call off the match, and he apologetically sends Hamon and his crew back to Ul'dah. While Widargelt checks on his pupils, take word of these troubling developments to Erik, now returned to Ala Gannha from his fieldwork.
11	7	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_07	Erik is unable to hide his shock at your report. The veracity of Theobald's words aside, the professor posits that his minions are members of the Corpse Brigade─elite soldiers trained in counter-monk combat, who once served Theodoric as his personal guard. Erik promises to investigate the many claims made, and bids you look in on Widargelt.
12	8	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SEQ_08	You find Widargelt deeply discouraged, not only by the sound drubbing he received but also the shocking revelation of his origin. For now, give your brother monk the time and space he requires. ※The next monk quest will be available from Widargelt upon reaching level 68.
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28	24	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_00	Speak with Hamon at the Pugilists' Guild.
29	25	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_01	Report to Widargelt in Ala Gannha.
30	26	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_02	Speak with Widargelt at Schism.
31	27	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_03	Follow Widargelt.
32	28	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_04	Speak with Widargelt.
33	29	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_05	Speak with Erik in Ala Gannha.
34	30	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TODO_06	Speak with Widargelt.
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52	48	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_001	You look well, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>sister<Else/>brother</If>. Stronger than when last we spoke.
53	49	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_002	Our membership, too, grows stronger. Word spread after the speech. Others have come to learn. But it is too soon to be satisfied.
54	50	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_003	I would welcome more to the faith. But there are villagers still who doubt us. Our authenticity and our purpose.
55	51	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_004	To convince them, I would demonstrate our techniques. In real combat, by way of a cross-discipline match.
56	52	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_005	For our opponents, I have the pugilists of Ul'dah in mind. Assuming they are willing.
57	53	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_006	You are well known in the Pugilists' Guild. If you ask, they will surely listen.
58	54	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_007	Will you speak with them on our behalf?
59	55	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_008	You have my thanks. Go well, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. And my regards to Master Hamon.
60	56	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_DZENTSA_000_010	A thousand push-ups and a thousand squats─that's reasonable to begin with, right?
61	57	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_OTCHAKHA_000_015	I hope Zentsa does not scare our new pupils away with her unreasonable expectations...
62	58	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_020	Oho! If it isn't a familiar face, and one I'm rather fond of!
63	59	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_021	Chuchuto, Rurukuta! We have an esteemed guest!
64	60	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_022	<Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! Gods, how long has it been?
65	61	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_RURUKUTA_000_023	Well, well, it seems I picked a good time to take a break from my wanderings. It's good to see you again.
66	62	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_024	That it is! Now then, what brings you here, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>?
67	63	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_025	A cross-discipline match? Why, that sounds exciting! Don't you agree, Master?
68	64	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_026	<mumble> Gyr Abania so far... As well be the other side of the world... <grumble> Mostly sinewy Highlanders... And male ones at that...
69	65	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_027	Oh, that's rich coming from a sinewy Highlander, and a wrinkled old one at that!
70	66	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_RURUKUTA_000_028	I, for one, would welcome the challenge. I was growing weary of pummeling Chuchuto senseless.
71	67	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_029	Says the one on a losing streak!
72	68	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_030	But of course we'll go. After all you've done for us, it's the least we could do.
73	69	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_031	The sooner the better, I take it, and there's no time like the present. We'll head out at once.
74	70	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_032	Hurry up and pack your things. We're going to Gyr Abania!
75	71	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_033	You go on ahead, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>, and let young Widargelt know to expect us. It's on like an Ala Mhigan monk!
76	72	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_035	I look forward to Master Hamon's response.
77	73	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_040	The pugilists are on their way? Rhalgr be praised!
78	74	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_041	There is much to do. I will make the match known to the villagers. D'zentsa, O'tchakha, be on hand to receive our guests.
79	75	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_042	And you, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. Schism. That is to be the venue. Pray take yourself there and prepare.
80	76	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_045	I've been keeping at my training, regained much of my former strength. Still a long way off from my Holyfist days, to be sure, but no matter─I've got years ahead of me! Ohohoho!
81	77	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_050	Rurukuta acts all nonchalant, but he's the keenest of us all. Hmph, some things never change!
82	78	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_060	You are here. Good. The people of Ala Gannha expect a quality match. Let us not disappoint them.
83	79	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_061	Soon, the girls will arrive with the pugilists. I also told the professor. But he will not attend. Science before savagery, he says.
84	80	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_OTCHAKHA_000_062	(-O'tchakha-)Aaaaaah!
85	81	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_DZENTSA_000_063	(-D'zentsa-)Seven hells! What are you─ Urrrgh!
86	82	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_064	D'zentsa, O'tchakha! They are in trouble!
87	83	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_065	The voices came from the river! With me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!
88	84	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_070	<pant> My techniques... They have no effect...
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90	86	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_071	(-Masked Man-)Hahaha...
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92	88	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_072	(-Masked Man-)Well, well... We thought we knew every ilm of your style. But you, adventurer─you are not like the others.
93	89	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_073	<gasp> You are the Griffin... The wretch who led countless soldiers to their doom. Good men and women with lives ahead of them. <pant> But...you are supposed to be dead.
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95	91	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_074	(-Masked Man-)The wretch who died was but a double, and good riddance, too, for he presumed to have ambitions of his own. <Emphasis>I</Emphasis> am the true Griffin. And my true name is Theobald, Theodoric's heir and rightful King of Ala Mhigo!
96	92	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_075	Theodoric's heir? King of Ala Mhigo?
97	93	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TEODBALD_000_076
98	94	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_076	Aye, and in my royal duty, I have come to deliver a warning. Such cults as propagate false beliefs will not be suffered under my reign. Cease any foolish notion of reviving the Fist of Rhalgr. Swear fealty unto me, or you will meet the same end as your treacherous forebears.
99	95	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_077	Lies! Theodoric's line is spent! And rightful or no, none would bow before you! The people will not suffer another tyrant!
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101	97	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_078	You wound me, Widargelt. Or should I say...Theodred, dear cousin.
102	98	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_079	What!?
103	99	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_TEODBALD_000_080
104	100	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_080	Hahaha! All this time and you didn't know? Neither who you are, nor what became of your parents? This ignorance cannot be borne. Nay, we must rectify it at once. You see, your father and mother─they conspired to betray the royal house. For their crimes, His Grace, my father, put them to death.
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106	102	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_081	And though your parents were the dimmest of traitors, they had wits enough to know when the game was over. So they sent their precious Theodred, then but a bawling babe, to be raised in safety at the Temple of the Fist. Though my father tended to that squalid little place soon enough.
107	103	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_082	Y-You dare mock my parents <Emphasis>and</Emphasis> my home!? Who you claim to be, I care not! I will make you pay!
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109	105	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_083	Have you learned nothing? Your techniques are useless against us. If your defeat suffices not to convince you, look to the proof of your beloved temple's destruction.
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111	107	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_THEOBALD_000_084	Listen well. Ala Mhigo needs a strong ruler─an <Emphasis>absolute</Emphasis> ruler─to smite her enemies and restore her to glory. That ruler is me. Your feeble Fist has no place in her future.
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114	110	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_100	It is not a good time for the match. With apologies to Master Hamon, I must call it off.
115	111	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_100_100	D'zentsa, O'tchakha. Pray return to Ala Gannha and rest.
116	112	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_101	I shall remain behind to receive our guests. Wait with me, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
117	113	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_102	Whew! Sorry for the delay, my friends. Having been here once before, I thought I had a handle on the route, but 'twas the route that had a handle on me! Hohoho!
118	114	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_103	...Hm? Is something the matter?
119	115	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_104	Aye... Harsh truths have been thrust before me. Calling my very existence into question. As I am, I am no fit opponent for you and yours.
120	116	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_100_104	Forgive me, Master Hamon. Far as you have come, it pains me to say this. But I must call off our match.
121	117	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_105	Well, that you don't do so lightly is plain to see. Whatever has happened must be serious indeed.
122	118	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_100_105	For now, my boy, you'd best focus on yourself. There'll be another time to trade blows.
123	119	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_106	Come, you two. We're going home.
124	120	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_RURUKUTA_000_107	Already!? We've barely gotten here, and by the scenic route besides. Let me rest a moment, will you?
125	121	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_108	Oh, don't be such a milksop! With all your roaming, surely this distance is nothing to you!
126	122	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_100_108	And Widargelt? To make it clear, we're merely postponing the match. Whatever it is that ails you now, I have faith that you'll bounce back, ready to match me blow for blow.
127	123	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_109	Master Hamon is a soul of kindness. I have nothing but gratitude.
128	124	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_110	Let us return to Ala Gannha. I must look in on D'zentsa and O'tchakha. Meanwhile, please find Professor Erik. Tell him all that has come to pass.
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131	127	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_HAMON_000_115	Young Widargelt wants to revive the Fist of Rhalgr, isn't that right? A noble mission, but far from simple, as I'm sure you already know. But when the going gets tough, you have to keep believing─in your cause, and in each other. And if ever you need extra pairs of fists, you can call upon us any time.
132	128	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_CHUCHUTO_000_120	If there's anything we can do, anything at all, you just let us know.
133	129	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_ERIK_000_130	What!? Let me paraphrase: you are telling me that Widargelt─<Emphasis>our</Emphasis> Widargelt, the lumbering slab─is in fact Theodred, nephew to Theodoric, the King of Ruin...
134	130	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_ERIK_000_131	And that this man who claims to be the Griffin─presumed dead─also claims to be Theobald, Theodoric's rightful heir─also presumed dead. By the gods, not even a drink-addled bard could make this up.
135	131	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_ERIK_000_132	Outlandish details aside, I have an inkling as to the identity of those who set upon you. They are the selfsame crew that razed the Temple of the Fist: the Corpse Brigade. Trained in counter-monk combat, they served the King of Ruin as his personal guard─though personal agents of destruction would be more accurate. But when their liege fell, they followed in their turn, becoming overqualified bandits.
136	132	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_ERIK_000_133	Even so, it appears they have not entirely forgotten their training. That would explain why, for all their mastery of the Fist, Widargelt and the girls had no answer to them. That you could hold your own, I believe, is due to your pugilistic background.
137	133	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_ERIK_000_134	At any rate, now is the time to arm ourselves with knowledge. First of all, I shall look into Theobald's myriad claims. As for you, I suggest that you check on your friend. Knowing the oaf, he will be confused and crestfallen to no end.
138	134	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_135	Please find Professor Erik. Tell him all that has come to pass.
139	135	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_140	Ah, it is you...
140	136	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_141	I have known defeat. Tasted my fair share. But not like this. I was helpless as a babe.
141	137	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_142	“The strength to protect,” I proclaimed. But I could not even protect my own. All my years of training. All useless. What have I to offer the people?
142	138	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_WIDARGELT_000_143	And to think...the mad king is my uncle. I am nephew to the man who murdered my parents. Who destroyed our temple. Who brought our nation to ruin. ...Forgive me, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>sister<Else/>brother</If>. I would be alone.
143	139	TEXT_JOBMNK650_02428_SYSTEM_000_150	A training manikin of Ala Mhigan make has been set in the ground.