Declaration of Blood
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Declaration of Blood
- Quest giver
- Fray
- Location
- Foundation (X:11.3, Y:12.1)
- Quest line
Disciple of War Job Quests
┗ Dark Knight Quests- Job
- Dark Knight
- Level
- 45
- Required items
- 1 Stolen Merchandise
- Experience
23,760- Gil
0- Previous quest
Heroic Reprise- Next quest
- Our Answer
- Patch
- 3.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Fray has been watching you, and he is not pleased with your progress.
— In-game description
Steps
- Rendezvous with Fray at the Moraby Drydocks.
- Speak with Fray on the Salt Strand.
- Slaughter the Qiqirn!
- Retrieve the stolen goods!
- Speak with Fray.
- Return the stolen merchandise.
- Search for Fray.
- Commune with Fray.
Journal
- Fray has been watching you, and he is not pleased with your progress.
- The voice is waiting to be heard, yet you cannot seem to grasp it on your own. Though disappointed, Fray will help you to understand its intent. Only communion will suffice. Moraby Drydocks will be where you conduct the rites next.
- Where do these people come from!? These helpless, hopeless weaklings who see fit to beg the assistance of every passing adventurer. And now comes another, beseeching the Warrior of Light to recover some stolen chest or crate of only the gods know what! The merchant claims the Qiqirn bandits and their leader will prove worthy prey, but we have been disappointed before...
- All around you lay the remains of Qiqirn, hacked to pieces, some beyond recognition. Chest heaving with exertion, you gaze at the bloodstained sword in your hands, uncertain how long you have held it. The pounding in your head intensifies, and you blink back the pain. Fray... Where is Fray...?
- Fray looks how you feel─utterly spent and in need of a rest. “Finish it,” she says. “Finish what we started...”
- Madness! Utter madness! That spineless sack of shite actually demanded compensation for his property! The nerve of these people, after all we do for them! But Fray was not about to let that pass, oh no! It was a thing of glory, Fray giving voice to our feelings. Our words tumbling from Fray's mouth. But why did she have to leave? Where could have gone?
- Fray fears for us. She knows we cannot go on like this. The voice...we must hearken to the voice...
- Fray is right, of course. Fray has always been right. Only when we have renounced everything are we free to do anything. We can leave it behind─all of it. The Scions. The Alliance. Even Hydaelyn. All we have to do is ask, and she shall set us free.
Dialogue
...I'm beginning to question your commitment, Forename.
You haven't heard the voice since our last communion, which means you haven't taken my lessons to heart.
You know I'm trying to help you, don't you? All of this is for your benefit.
You listen, but you don't understand—
...Never mind.
You're the stubborn type. I know that. We'll just have to keep at it until you open your eyes.
Moraby Drydocks. That's where we'll head next.
...Never much cared for the ocean, myself.
That friend of mine—the one I told you about after our first communion. We came out here together, once.
Long story short, we ended up doing something ridiculously foolish and were lucky to make it out alive.
I tried to talk her/him out of it, but she/he just had to get on that damn boat...
Don't be like that, friend! Isn't the Maelstrom supposed to aid the smallfolk when they're in a spot of trouble?
So far as it is possible, yes, but...such matters fall within the purview of the Yellowjackets, and—
And they told me to bugger off—can you believe that!? I'm begging you, Sergeant!
I... Wait. Is that you, GC Rank/Surname/Forename?
It is! The legend herself/himself! Forgive me, madam/sir, I never thanked you properly for your service to Limsa Lominsa. When I first heard Leviathan had been summoned, I feared that—
Why, if it isn't that famous adventurer who's been killing primals left and right!
Truly, the Twelve must be watching over me, because you're just the woman/man I need!
<sniffle> <sob> I...I am the victim of a terrible—nay, heinous crime! I was waylaid by Qiqirn bandits near the Salt Strand, who left me with naught more than the clothes on my back!
...And what makes you think I give a Qiqirn's arse about your troubles? Go and bother the Yellowjackets, like the sergeant said.
I seek worthy prey, not a gang of rats.
How can you say such a thing, madam/sir!? Without your help, I'm ruined!
What will you say?
Fine, I'll help.
Not my problem.
Spoken like a true hero!
So you know, the rank and file didn't seem so dangerous, but their leader was a mean-looking bastard...
But considering the foes you've faced in the past, he couldn't possibly pose a threat to you!
W-Wait, just listen! You said you wanted worthy prey, yes!?
Their leader was a mean-looking bastard, at least two or three times the size of the others. It'd probably take a dozen men to bring him down!
If it's a challenge you want, then there it is! Just you against him and his cronies! What say you, madam/sir?
Shut your mouth and wait here. I'll be back.
You really don't have to do this, madam/sir...
You'll find them on the Salt Strand, madam/sir. That's where they made camp. Only mind their leader, eh? He's a mean-looking bastard, that one.
If this Qiqirn isn't everything he promised, I'll take it out of his hide...
Let's make the most of this, Forename. No style, no guile, just chaos. Mark your limits, then push yourself beyond. Let the darkness guide you and set you free.
Heh...heh... You did well...
All that's left...is to return the goods to their owner...
...Finish it... Finish what we started...
The hard part is over... Now finish it...
Ah, it's you! Were you able to catch up with those bandits?
Er, yes...that seems to be mine, but...
...Llymlaen take me, I can't sell this!
Everything's soaked through with Qiqirn blood! What did you do—carve one open and leave him to bleed all over my wares!?
I'm ruined...utterly ruined.
Madam/Sir, I demand recompense for your reckless destruction of my property!
I am a reasonable man, so I will acknowledge that you are not wholly responsible. Fifty percent of the value should suffice.
Fifty percent? FIFTY PERCENT!?
I slaughter a gang of Qiqirn bandits for your precious goods and this is the thanks I receive!?
You spineless sack of shite. I kill your enemies. I fetch your things. I do what you people can't or won't do yourselves.
You're helpless. Weak. All you do is want and need.
I should've left you all to drown in Leviathan's tidal wave. At least then I would've been spared your constant bloody whining.
Do not speak to me of this ever again.
P-Pray forgive me my insolence, madam/sir!
GC Rank/Surname/Forename, madam/sir, I... You have every right to be upset, but...
...I think he understands, madam/sir.
Never again, madam/sir! I promise!
Honestly, madam/sir. I...I don't think you had to...
We can't keep doing this, Forename. You must see now what it's doing to us... What they're doing to us...
These...these people...
What will you say?
Never mind them. The voice is all that matters.
We don't need them to become a dark knight.
He deserved it. Every word.
Yes...yes, you are right. You must hearken to its words and discover your true calling.
You are close, Forename—so very, very close...
I wish I could tell you. I wish I could make you see.
But all I can do is guide you on your journey...
Not entirely true, Forename. They have helped you to cultivate the darkness within, in a way. But their help is no longer needed.
All that remains is to hearken to the voice—to grasp its words and discover your true calling.
I wish I could tell you. I wish I could make you see.
But all I can do is guide you on your journey...
Hah...hahaha! Right you are, Forename! Right you are!
Felt good, didn't it? Seeing that sniveling wretch tremble. I think he nearly pissed himself!
You're finally starting to see them for what they are now, aren't you? Good, good.
All that remains is to hearken to the voice—to grasp its words and discover your true calling...
With every breath you grow lighter and slip further into the abyss...
A chorus of voices cries out for a hero, and she/he comes.
She/He smiles. She/He nods. And she/he remains silent...
But she/he too has a voice...
I will be heard...
...Forename Surname.
...You stand at the precipice, but do not fear the fall.
Cast yourself into the abyss, and you shall soar above, free at last.
There are other lands than these, Forename—lands where we are not known. Ask, and we shall quit this place forever.
Only when you have renounced everything are you free to do anything.
When we meet again, you will give us your answer.
Weak...but plentiful. They may yet suffice...
Yoyoroon not afraid! Yoyoroon kill you and loot your loots!
Heh...heh... Tenacious bastards... Right, then. The goods.
Good. There's nothing left here for...for...
Not now, dammit! Not when we're so close!