#xelphatol

[anneapocalypse]

Xelphatol

[trustinsighters]

Dungeon Dialogue: Xelphatol

The Wishbone #1 (X: 4.1, Y: 16.9) - Falling Rocks #1

Alphinaud: Falling rocks to add to the danger... 　↳ House Fortemps Knight: Let us proceed with caution.

The Wishbone #2 (X: 6.0, Y: 12.6) - Falling Rocks #2

Alphinaud: It's over if we're crushed. 　↳ House Fortemps Banneret: We can't lower our guard even in battle.

First Boss, Before engaging (X: 6.6, Y: 10.8) - Nuzal Hueloc

Alphinaud: Is that a balloon on his back!? 　↳ House Fortemps Knight: Be on guard for attacks from above!

First Boss, During the fight (X: 6.6, Y: 10.8) - Nuzal Hueloc

Nuzal Hueloc: Fly from this sacred place, featherless ones will! Nuzal Hueloc: From on high, we rain down death! Nuzal Hueloc: Reach us, featherless ones cannot! Nuzal Hueloc: If you dare, here try to fly! Squawk! Nuzal Hueloc: Squaaaaaak!

First Boss, After defeating (X: 6.6, Y: 10.8) - Nuzal Hueloc

Nuzal Hueloc: Fly free, we will... Alphinaud: His tactics were unique to say the least... 　↳ House Fortemps Archer: Their mastery of the wind isn't to be scoffed at.

Tapaxoli #1 (X: 8.4, Y: 10.1) - Fortified Cave

Alphinaud: They've fortified the very cave. 　↳ House Fortemps Banneret: An impressive feat, I must allow. Retreating Xelphatol Ixal: Squaaaaaak! Featherless! Featherless

Tapaxoli #2 (X: 10.6, Y: 11.7) - Mechanized Lifts

Alphinaud: They even have mechanized lifts. 　↳ House Fortemps Archer: How did they acquire the technology?

Second Boss, Before engaging (X: 12.7, Y: 12.6) - Dotoli Ciloc

Alphinaud: Does she mean to rouse the wind with that fan!? 　↳ House Fortemps Knight: The knights of our camp have just the defense!

Second Boss, During the fight (X: 12.7, Y: 12.6) - Dotoli Ciloc

Dotoli Ciloc: Sacred winds, come forth! Dotoli Ciloc: Fury of the vortex, behold!

Second Boss, After defeating (X: 12.7, Y: 12.6) - Dotoli Ciloc

Dotoli Ciloc: One with the wind, we become... House Fortemps Banneret: <pant> Her attacks were a veritable storm... 　↳ Alphinaud: I daresay she was one of the Galeborne.

The First Mountain #1 (X: 14.8, Y: 8.8) - Troop Transport

Alphinaud: An armored troop transport! 　↳ House Fortemps Archer: A pity my arrows can't pierce them...

The First Mountain #2 (X: 16.1, Y: 4.3) - After the 2nd Tailwind Relic

Alphinaud: We're well and truly in the sky now. 　↳ House Fortemps Banneret: I can't be back on solid ground soon enough... Xelphatol Skycaller: Your grave, this spot marks!

Third Boss, Before engaging (X: 14.9, Y: 3.7) - Tozol Huatotl

Alphinaud: We can't allow this summoning!

Third Boss, During the fight (X: 14.9, Y: 3.7) - Tozol Huatotl

Tozol Huatotl: Intrude upon sacred ground, who dares!? Pay with lives, featherless ones will! Tozol Huatotl: For the eyes, go! For the eyes! Squaaak! Tozol Huatotl: Upon sliver of Her glory, we now call! Squaaawk! Squaaawk! Tozol Huatotl: From wrath of mighty Garuda, reprieve there is not! Squaaawk Garuda: THE RECKONING COMES!!! Tozol Huatotl: To the goddess, all glory! All creation, Her dominion is! Tozol Huatotl: O Lady of the Vortex! In Your name, our lives we give...

Third Boss, After defeating (X: 14.9, Y: 3.7) - Tozol HuatotlAlphinaud: Alphinaud: The Ixal fought to the very last...

Xelphatol Dungeon Dialogue Infographic

[gobobhar]

The skilifts in Xelphatol are cool.

(ty to my very-not-interested-in-ff14 fp for reminding me what skilifts are called)

[kittkaleen]

“I don’t go to mythical places with strange men.” ― Douglas Adams

[hrms-t]

[vision-of-eorzea]

Day 353 : Xelphatol - Coerthas - Eorzea

Jour 353 : Xelphatol - Coerthas - Eorzea

[thelizarddad]

Big Trouble in Little Xelphatol

[eorzean-partners]

“Forced to flee the Black Shroud for fear of the elementals and their boundless wrath, the Ixal settled the windswept mountains of Xelphatol more than five hundred and fifty years ago. Since that day, they have labored tirelessly to eke out an existence in these harsh and unforgiving lands, slowly but surely expanding their dominion over the entire region.” 

~ Xelphatol

As the partners circle the huge ixali chieftan, Souji can’t help but watch the unfolding fight with some trepidation. Yosuke’s been holding his own, and overall, the trip through the windswept mountain compound has been easier than he anticipated when they first approached its gates. Something keeps teasing the edge of his consciousness, however, and he can’t help feeling like he’s missing something, that everything is just too easy. 

Even now, with the chieftain on his last reserves, victory is all-but assured. Just one more attack, and he can stop worrying, they can finish their reconnaissance and-

-suddenly, feathers everywhere-

-suddenly, a chilling wind envelops them-

It only takes one bone-white feather, tipped in green, to strike fear into Souji’s soul. All of the iconography, the headdresses, the ritual weapons he’s seen now make sense. As a terrifying figure in green and white begins to materialise in front of Yosuke - who immediately goes on the defensive - Souji grabs the first card that comes to his hand. Silently thanking the twelve at the sight of the blazing sun, he channels all of his fear, his anger, his desperation into his attack, aiming it not at the half-manifested figure but at the chieftain, praying it’s enough to finish the work that Yosuke started.

With a scream and an explosion of feathers, the terrifying figure disappears, even as the chieftain collapses to the platform. Rushing to the hyur’s side, Souji grabs him by the shoulders, terror writ across his face as he sees the dazed expression on Yosuke’s face; tales of the mindless slaves left behind in the wake of countless primals flash through his mind, settling like burning coals in the pit of his stomach.

“Partner? Partner!”

The miqo’te has never been so relieved as he is when Yosuke shakes his head and then looks at him, confusion morphing to concern.

“I’m okay, Souji. I’m okay. That... that was a primal, wasn’t it?” 

Resisting the urge to make a fool of himself, Souji skips the tears but pulls Yosuke into a rough hug, holding onto his partner for a heartbeat longer than perhaps he needs to. “Yeah.” He exhales, deeply. “That was Garuda, Lady of the Vortex. I don’t know how he was able to summon her, but-”

“-but this scouting mission just turned a lot more serious. I’m okay, Souji. I’m okay.” Yosuke takes a moment to pat the miqo’te’s shoulder before pulling away. “C’mon, partner. You know it would take a lot more than some birdbrain to take me out.”

It feels good to laugh, even a weak one. But the lightheartedness only lasts for a moment before they look at one another, expressions serious; their job isn’t over, not by a long shot.