Mimidoa
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Mimidoa
Mimidoa is a Lalafell found in Lower La Noscea.
He was a cannonboy in Captain Mistbeard's crew in his younger years[1]. He has stated that this is the reason for his hearing loss, which can be observed across the numerous quests he is involved in, as he struggles to recall the Warrior of Light's name[2].
Mimidoa is currently employed by Naldiq & Vymelli's to act as an advisor[3]. He was assigned to oversee reparation work on Pharos Sirius after it was damaged in the Seventh Umbral Calamity, and throughout the course of this work, he can be located in Aleport. Upon completion of the work, he returns to Moraby Drydocks, where Naldiq & Vymelli's main offices are situated.
Quests Started
| Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
|---|---|---|---|
| Constant Carvings | 
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13 | Mimidoa |
Quests Involved In
| Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
|---|---|---|---|
| History Repeating | 
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42 | Davyd |
| Representing the Representative |
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42 | Ceana |
| Sirius Business | 
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50 | Diamanda |
| Things Are Getting Sirius |
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60 | Trachraet |
| Why So Sirius |
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50 | Diamanda |
Dialogue
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Mimidoa: The day the Seventh Umbral Era came knockin', a flood o' ships came flounderin' into the docks─most of 'em as if they were like to sink at any moment. Even amidst all the gods-cursed confusion, Ahtbyrm did his level best to save those ailin' maidens. Once I seen that kind o' spirit, it were easy fer me to take a step back and devote me own time to cavortin' and carousin' with rosy-cheeked lasses. Never too old for a spot o' carousin', sonny.
After completion of 
History Repeating
Mimidoa: Well, well! If it ain't wossname, the hardy [lad/lass] what stood by me side when I single-handedly─well, guess it wasn't quite singlehandedly if ye were there, but who gives a wotsit?─drove that sea-spawned songstress back to the depths. Eh? Wasn't quite how it happened, ye say? That may well be, [sonny/missy], but when ye get to be ol' Mimidoa's age, such details are quick to slip from yer noggin─'specially when there's nails what need hammerin' and winsome lasses what need carousin'. Never too old for a spot o' carousin'.
After completion of 
Things Are Getting Sirius
Mimidoa: 'Member I wanted to invite yer ol' man to carousin' with the locals and a mug o' me strongest grog. But soon as I turn 'round, 'e was gone like laughter on the mornin' after! Maybe when ye grow into 'is boots, I'll show ye 'ow a real 'ero celebrates, eh?
After completion of Why So Sirius
Mimidoa: 'Nother 'nitiate, eh? Well, grab yerself a hammer an' some nails. With that hells-born harlot out of our hair, it's time we got down to the things what matter. Eh? Things like what, ye say? Fer 'nitiates like you, things like hammerin'. Fer me, things like watchin' you hammer, for one, an' carousin' with rosy-cheeked lasses. As a wise man─bugger me if I can remember 'is name─once said, ain't never too old for a spot o' carousin'.
Constant Carvings
Mimidoa: Eh? Where'd ye crawl in from? I don't recall sendin' for no 'nitiates. Eh? [Forename Surname]? I once knew a lad named [Forename] back when I served on the Cloud Dancer. He was a strappin' young lad with teeth as white as a princess's paps. Ye ain't him, though. Nose ain't quite right... And who are ye, again? Ah, got somethin' to tell me, has ye? Rostnzeh? What's that mumblin' milksop whinin' about this time? No, let me guess─that he's lonely? Bah! Put a pair of warm women in his arms and 'nother on his lap, and he'll be right as rain! 'Tis what I do to help me forget that what ails me...not that ol' Mimidoa needs much help with forgettin', mind ye. Might be that I'll send him up a few saucy strumpets this comin' eve!
History Repeating
Mimidoa: What's been keepin' ye, 'nitiate? I ain't gettin' any younger, ye know... Eh? Some honey-voiced harlot's been callin' out to folk what wander near the Ship Graveyard? An' it's stirred up the dead an' all? Bloody hells... This takes me back to me days as a cannonboy, sailin' under ol' Mistbeard... Mimidoa:...But they wouldn't dare, would they? Not after the lesson we learned 'em last time... Bah, they bloody would, though, wouldn't they, brazen ol' biddies... Mimidoa: <sigh> Some folk said as the first purge would be the last, but I knew...knew deep down in me bones as this day would come. An' come it has. Aye...I'd bet me bum ear a siren's behind all this. Mimidoa: Nay, not one o' the Sanguine variety, 'nitiate. I speak o' the other kind─them what's got feathers, an' lure sailors to a watery grave with their sweet, sweet song. Mimidoa: Ohhh, but it don't end there... No, drownin's just the start. See, even in death, a man stays bound to the beast, forced to do her biddin' till his corpse can't do it no more. Mimidoa: 'Tis a fate I wouldn't wish on me worst enemy─'cept maybe in drink, an' I'd regret it after. Anyroad, 'tis up to us to stop this hells-born hussy afore she takes another soul! Mimidoa: 'Course, we can't send ye marchin' off to war without these. The siren don't have no power o'er a man as can't hear her song. 'Tis lucky fer you I carry a spare pair─an' lucky fer the both of us I'm a superstitious ol' sod, eh? Mimidoa: Well, she ain't comin' to us, so we'd best head o'er to her. To the Ship Graveyard, 'nitiate!
Mimidoa: If she passes near the shore, she's sure to spy the campfire an' come lookin'... Just a matter o' waitin', now.
Cutscene
Mimidoa: <yawn> Hmph. I'm beginnin' to wonder if some sly bugger ain't spun us a yarn, here... Mimidoa: Quiet! D'ye hear that? 'Tis her! Mimidoa: Look! Out o'er the water! She's come, 'nitiate! She's come! Mimidoa: Quick, [lad/lass]─shove them plugs in yer ears, an' get ready fer a fight! Soon as she realizes yer deaf to her ditties, she'll call on her thralls, an' we'll be up to our necks in corpses afore ye know it!
Post-cutscene
Mimidoa: Eh? Am I all right? Hah! I'm better'n that, 'nitiate! Happy as a sailor in a whorehouse, I am! ...'Course, I'd be happy as a sailor with two wotsits if we'd gutted the songstress─but ye can't have everythin', can ye? Mimidoa: She'll not come croonin' 'round here again, though─not fer a while, anyroad. An' if she does...well, we know what to do, don't we? Mimidoa: Thanks for the help, uh... Bugger me, I've clean forgot yer name! Remind me. [Forename]? Don't recall havin' no 'nitiate by that name. But if yer not me ol' mate, er...wossname, why've ye been so bloody helpful? Ah, never mind. Be seein' ye, [lad/lass].
Representing the Representative
Mimidoa: 'Nother 'nitiate, are ye? No? Then what are ye? Speak up, [son/missy], I can't hear ye! Mimidoa: Eh!? Bugger me, is this what I think it is? Nah, couldn't be... Ye found this, ye say? Where'd ye say ye found it? Mimidoa: Skyfryn, ye say? Was hopin' to have a word with the lad, but it sounds like there's naught left 'twixt his ears. He was s'posed to help patch up Pharos Sirius, he was. Company sent me to supervise the lot of 'em. Mimidoa: Weren't gettin' work done on their own, see─half of 'em walked off, half of 'em ran off, an' half of 'em up an' vanished. Mimidoa: What's that? Ye be lookin' fer passage to the Isles of Umbra!? Why didn't ye say so─I've been thinkin' o' dispatchin' someone to take a look on behalf of ol' Mimidoa. Tell him how the land lies. Mimidoa: Ain't nobody been interested till you came a-callin'. Whole port's up in arms 'bout spirits an' so forth. If I had the gil, I'd hire some sellswords an' let 'em sort it out... Mimidoa: But ye'll do in a pinch, ye will. Show this parchment to the skipper an' he'll see ye there an' back. Mimidoa: Eh? What's that? Speak up, now─or better yet, don't. Till ye find out what's the cause o' this commotion, there ain't no call for chitchat.
Sirius Business
Mimidoa: Eh? 'Nother 'nitiate, are ye? ...No? Huh. Ain't no one says "yes" to that. Ye've a familiar face, though. Come to think of it, ye bear a strikin' resemblance to a brave [lad/lass] I once met. Helped us chase one of those godsdamned sirens from Pharos Sirius, he did. Mimidoa: What's that, ye say!? Speak up, [son/missy], years o' hammerin' have taken their toll on my ears. Anyroad, ye may not be half the hero yer predecessor was, but ye know the sayin'─any port in a storm. Mimidoa: Aye, that's right, damned if I can tell ye why, but that hells-born hussy is back, and she's runnin' roughshod o'er the place with a crew of her song-snared flunkies. Me an' Diamanda, we've naught to do but sit on our arses till someone cleans the place out. Mimidoa: Look, this is more than a reclamation project to me an' the lass. That scurvy witch killed her father─one o' me prized students. I swore a vow to meself to do his name proud an' restore the beacon, but these hands were made for hammerin', not scufflin' with sirens. Mimidoa: What say ye follow in yer forebear's footsteps and fight this one for ol' Mimidoa? I'll send word to Davyd, the guard at the lighthouse. He'll tell ye all ye need to know. Mimidoa: Each day that siren's left to roost in Pharos Sirius is another day me hands go idle an' the beacon grows dim. Godsspeed, [lad/lass]─promise me ye'll gut the wench good.
Things Are Getting Sirius
Cutscene
Mimidoa: Oi! Wossname! Red coat! 'Ow long do I 'ave to rot in the tavern before yer boys send them shite-eatin' kobold bastards packin', eh? Much more o' this an' me 'ammerin' arm'll be as soft as me lily-white arse.
Mimidoa: Aye, lass, that's the way. There's things we all of us would sooner forget, but rememberin' 'em's what makes us stronger. Mimidoa: Wouldn't you agree, 'nitiate? Hmm...speakin' of rememberin', you remind me o' someone. Somethin' about the eyes... Oh, aye! Yer the spittin' image of a [lad/lass] as once helped me drive back an army o' the undead. A right tough bugger, [he/she] was. Like you, only taller. Mimidoa: Never did find out what happened to [him/her], but lookin' at you, I'm guessin' [he/she] settled down an' [sired himself an heir or two/squeezed out a few young'uns]. Ahh, it brings a tear to me eye seein' you carryin' on the family tradition. I'm much obliged to ye, [lad/lass]. Much obliged!
Why So Sirius
Mimidoa: Ye've done it!? Sent the bloody siren screechin' and shriekin' to the murky depths what she came? Ye've done us all a great service today, lad. If ye wouldn't mind, regale ol' Mimidoa's ears with a tale o' the foul wench's last song... Mimidoa: What's that? Ye had to fend off a ghostly crew wearin' the sea-sodden duds o' Maelstrom men? Mimidoa: 'Tis as I feared. The poor lass... Me heart goes out to her. Mimidoa: 'Twas three years to the day, give or take a moon. A crew o' the Maelstrom's finest set sail on a routine patrol. But ain't nothin' “routine” in these parts, and they'd not return to shore. Rumors spread quick-like that it was a siren song what led the vessel to a watery grave.
Mimidoa: Maelstrom Command jumped to quiet the talk─ill tidin's were already too easy to come by in those days after the Calamity─but those of us in the know, we knew. Like father, like son... [Lad/lass], promise this ol' sod ye'll spare poor Diamanda the truth. Lass's already suffered more'n her share... Mimidoa: Diamanda!?
Mimidoa: F-Forgive me, missy. I never meant to deceive. The Maelstrom made me swear a vow, ye see, that I'd keep the truth buried deep in... Mimidoa: Ah, bugger me vow, and bugger me! Truth is, this scurvy coward just couldn't summon the nerve to tell ye the truth. Diamanda...can ye ever forgive a sorry ol' sod?
Mimidoa: Strong words, lass. I trust ye'll not forget 'em when yer paws are all blebby and blistery.
Triple Triad NPC
- Rules: Three Open
- Cost: 20 MGP
- Requirement: History Repeating
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Rewards
MGP Rewards
| Win | Draw | Lose |
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| 49 | 19 | 7 |
Possible Card Rewards
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Trivia
- Mimidoa appeared in multiple quests in patch 1.0 (An Ear for Quality, Song of the Sirens and The Sound of Silence). His background and appearance is largely unchanged since then, unlike some other characters who existed prior to A Realm Reborn.
References
- ↑ History Repeating
- ↑ The Sound of Silence
- ↑ R'piqoi