All hells broke loose in eastern Thanalan eight summers past, in the Year 1564 of the Sixth Astral Era. The alarm was raised at Mythril Pit T-3, an excavation site superintended by Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern. The Stone Torches, the standing security force, were promptly dispatched to deal with the disturbance. Alas, upon arriving at the scene, they were shocked into stunned silence—the mine had been gutted by an inferno. Nary a stretch of its serpentine system of shafts and vaults was left unscathed. The charred corpses of deceased diggers bestrewed the ash-lined floor, locked in poses that told of terrible torment.

In a stroke of serendipity, a sole survivor was discovered amidst the devastation, wedged within a hollow hardly wide enough to hold a Hyur child. Regaining consciousness, the man recounted in sputters and shrieks the abrupt appearance of an enormous, fire-breathing fiend, dreadful to behold. This encounter would emerge as the earliest recorded sighting of the primal Ifrit on Eorzean soil.


Recent years have seen the Amalj’aa threat grow gradually to pose a perennial problem for Ul’dah alongside the advancing Garlean Empire. Bad blood has boiled between us and the lizardmen for generations, born of an ongoing dispute over demesne. Hostility on the Amalj’aa’s part would peak pronouncedly in the wake of the tragedy at Mythril Pit T-3, a trend academics ascribe to the appearance of Ifrit.

The primal holds sway over the humours of the lizardmen, this much is manfiest. By that logic, it can be surmised that subjugating the summoned being is tantamount to taming the enemy. Which seems a sound strategy, save for the small detail that primals are immortal after a fashion—even if defeated, they can be called forth, time and again. A permanent solution still eludes us, and for the foreseeable future we must rely upon the brave men and women of the Immortal Flames to keep Ifrit in check.

Whispers are widespread of late that the anomalies exhibited by Dalamud are the result of Ifrit’s swelling strength. Some take this theory further, proclaiming that the phenomenon portends the Seventh Umbral Era. An enduring economy is built upon consumer confidence, which is in turn dependent upon peace of mind. If the sultanate’s financial fitness is to be preserved, action must be taken to stymie the spread of public perturbation.

But why stop there? Even as I put pen to parchment, the other city-states struggle to suppress the likes of Garuda and Leviathan. In the midst of mounting mayhem, Ul’dah stands to profit profusely as the premier purveyor of primal countermeasures. An opportunity to win riches and renown hangs ripe before our eyes—we need only to reach out and take it.

Havak Alvak


A handful of years ago, a Lominsan pirating crew called the Company of Heroes garnered great glory by vanquishing Leviathan and Titan, the primals of the Sahagin and the kobolds respectively. Before the season had turned, however, the two beast tribes were reported to have called forth their gods once more, neither of whom was any worse for the wear. Such is the conundrum confronted by those who seek to smite summoned beings.