Far have Final Fantasy XI journeyed to reach these shores...

The wayfarer from the Far East allows himself a moment of reflection, gazing across the vast sea to the horizon beyond which his homeland lies. With a handful of retainers in tow, his travels will take him to the four nations of Mindartia and Quon, whose people eagerly await the gift he bears.

The Genji armor—that priceless and irreplaceable heirloom of his realm's most storied clan.

'Tis not my nature to harbor needless doubts. Still, I cannot help but question the motives of these moogles...

The M.H.M.U.'s professed goal is to pay homage to Far Eastern culture by bringing their traditions to the Middle Lands once a year—a worthy aim, to be sure. With bandit-induced bedlam having become as much a tradition as the festival itself, however, it grows somewhat difficult to take their claims at face value.

Flitting from place to place on those peculiar purple wings, currying the favor of man and beast alike... Could they not perhaps be taking advantage of our goodwill for their own dubious ends?

The wayfarer pauses to collect his thoughts. No, he tells himself. It is unbecoming of a cultural ambassador to question the goodwill of his hosts. After all, the nations of the Middle Lands—once a barbaric, war-torn realm—now stand as close friends and stalwart allies. To give voice to his doubts would be to invite an international incident.

Having secured disembarkation privileges from the port official, the procession marches through the massive gate, whereupon they are met by the M.H.M.U. representative in charge of this year's festivities.

"Welcome! Welcome, kupo! And what a spiffy, sparkling, set of treasures you've brought for us this year! Why yes, I think these will serve our purposes veeery well, kupo-ho-ho..."

And did you expect any less? Why, this armor was forged by the most accomplished blacksmiths in our land. Though replicas, each suit will boast powers identical to the original for the duration of the Feast. But wait—what are these "purposes" of which you speak?

"Word has it you've also prepared something special for us this year! Well? Out with the loot, kupo!"

With a sharp nod from the envoy, the men of his retinue heft the lids from the ornate coffers in their custody to reveal set upon set of ceremonial furnishings—striking helms and elegant blades of exquisite craftsmanship sure to add a refined, Far Eastern touch to any home.

Say no more. You'll be awarding these to the adventurers who recover our national treasures from your hired highwaymen, pocketing the profits when your contrived caper sends the townspeople into a mochi-munching, sword-swinging frenzy.