Oldton Roads
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Oldton Roads
- Quest giver
- Pameka
- Location
- Tuliyollal (X:16.6, Y:11.3)
- Quest line
Wachumeqimeqi Quests
┗ Epistles by Pameka Quests- Level
- 95
- Required items
- 6 Moblin Cover Components
- Requirements
- Carpenter
Leatherworker
Weaver - Experience
265,440- Previous quest
This Little Pelu- Next quest
- Written in Stone
- Patch
- 7.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Pameka has Moblins on the mind.
— In-game description
Rewards
- 250 Wind Crystal
- 250 Earth Crystal
Steps
- Deliver the Moblin Cover Components to Pameka.
Journal
- Pameka has Moblins on the mind.
- After witnessing the fruits of your Pelupelu-inspired labors, Pameka proposes a similar binding for the upcoming Moblin storytelling. To prevent it from resembling the Hanuhanu's book, however, she recommends seeking out your components closer to Earthenshire.
- ※Minimum collectability rating for this delivery is 230. Delivering items with a rating of 470 or more will earn greater rewards.
- Zemoweni returns, ready to recount a Moblin tale to you as he would his customers at Xbalyav Ty'e. You learn of Movalpolos, the sunken city carved out by the Moblins in eras past, as well as the origin of the Moblins' respect for earthenware. The resulting binding reflects their pride and resilience, and Zemoweni is moved by your efforts to represent it. As he concludes his story, he questions Pameka on the tales shared in her family─to which she knows little of. Motivated by her thirst for knowledge, she resolves to investigate the matter in due time.
Dialogue
Ready for more work? I was just thinking about the wonderful job you did with the Pelupelu tome.
Not only did locally sourced materials enhance the binding's quality from without, it served as an immersive preview of the myths within, and I intend to have us continue this trend.
With Moblin tales next on the agenda, we'll want to use materials from Kozama'uka. Of course, the Hanuhanu also make a home in that region, so take care to differentiate between their cultures.
A tradeswoman/tradesman of your discernment should have little difficulty, I'm sure. Let me know when you've prepared the components.
If we're to craft a suitable Moblin cover, we'll require materials that capture the spirit of Kozama'uka.
Excellent work, Forename. Components of such artistry and mystery will make a fitting mask for Moblin tales.
Why, Forename, you've outdone yourself! Ginseng wood is an exquisite choice—I feel more eager than ever to start transcribing!
As promised, tonight/today I bring a number of tales from the Moblins. Theirs is a unique culture, as varied as it is peculiar...
Forgive me for interrupting, Zemoweni, but won't you be seated?
O-Oh, pardon me! I meant to say something earlier, but at the restaurant, we usually recite our stories while standing.
Is that so? Perfectly fine, of course—just so long as you are comfortable.
When I say the word “Moblin,” what do you paint in your mind's eye? A mask, a pack...and perhaps most notably, a pot.
Once upon a time, a group of Moblins grew tired of wandering the countryside. They wanted a place to call home, and so they settled down in caves deep beneath the earth.
They scavenged for what they needed and packed their necessities into large clay pots. Their new home was happy and their pots were plentiful—too plentiful. Soon, their caves grew cramped and narrow...
They took up their picks and dug deeper, hoping to expand their domain... And expand they did. Theirs would become one of the largest underground cities of its time!
...Yet their prosperity would be short-lived. The Moblins dug their tunnels so deep and so far, they unwittingly breached the gap between land and ocean.
The muddy deluge devoured their city. Even their own masks turned against them, filling with water and threatening to suffocate them.
In a desperate bid to escape with their lives, the Moblins threw themselves into their pots and prayed they might see the coming dawn...
The pots withstood the terrible tides—and once the Moblins clawed their way to solid ground, they swore never again to live beneath it.
So it was that they built a new village in the jungle, fashioning their houses and workshops after the pots that saved both their lives and prized possessions.
As for the city lost beneath the earth? Though its location has long been forgotten, they say it slumbers still in some remote corner of Tural: the sunken city of Movalpolos...
Incredible... I feel it fits the image of the story perfectly!
What will you say?
I was moved by the Moblins' resilience.
The desire for a safe and comfortable home resonated with me.
As was I. They managed to shape their environment to suit their needs...whereas I still struggle to adapt to life here in Tuliyollal.
A relatable sentiment indeed. It is in our very nature to seek out safety and comfort, after all.
Many old Turali stories tell of how our peoples first came upon their current homes. The Hanuhanu tale I shared previously was much the same.
My family loves sharing those sorts of tales. What about yours, Pameka?
I was born and raised in Tuliyollal, so I've never given my ancestry much consideration... I never thought to ask.
How many stories have I failed to hear? And about my own ancestors, no less...
It seems I have my own digging to do. If there are untold tales out there, then I wish to know about them.
And I would love to hear them. Or even read them, perhaps!
I've grown more confident in my letters these days, so I'm keen to practice with more stories. I hope you find what you're looking for.
Pameka is overjoyed with your efforts. She now considers you a Talented Talebinder!
A new quest continuing the story of Epistles by Pameka is now available. Upon its completion, the Wachumeqimeqi Deliveries list for Pameka will be updated.
In order to complete the subsequent quest, you must first complete the main scenario quest “The Promise of Peace.”