Artifacts

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A mask that covers the face, hiding one's expression from others.

Since the stain of my compatriots' blood cannot be cleansed, I shall become The Jester, who laughs in the face of fate.<br/>Since my level of learning could not compare with the sages, I failed to earn the favor of the previous ruler.<br/>So too did I fail to stop them from tearing away the veil of sin, ushering in a tide of divine wrath, destruction, and foolishness...<br/>Then I shall become instead a fool, a Fatuus, and devote myself to Her Majesty, who understands my pain...<br/><br/>My name is Pierro, The Jester. Please listen to the words I have to say:<br/><br/>Proud Fatui comrades, I know your hearts harbor both the fires of rage and the cold of eternal winter.<br/>Each one of us has borne witness to the absurd callousness of the foundational principles of this world.<br/>So, let us don our masks in mockery of the world as we go forth and rewrite the rules of destiny.<br/>

16e902d3

2022-11-01T23:20:40.695Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

52140

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A simple flower brooch that is a keepsake from someone's first adventure.

The little hero slipped out of doors by night, and with his friend rushed headlong into the wolves' forest.<br/>With his slingshot he chased boars, and with sturdy branches he would battle imaginary monsters.<br/>Following the shining Seelie deep into the woods, he discovered a treasure that had laid buried for a thousand years.<br/><br/>That treasure was a small yellow flower.<br/><br/>When the tired hero returned to his childhood bedroom, and flipped through the proof of his first adventures,<br/>He discovered to his surprise that the long-hidden flower had yet to wilt.<br/>Yet in this it was alone, for everything else had changed with the passing of years.<br/>

1596c301

2022-11-01T23:20:39.403Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

31422

UI_RelicIcon_15031_2

A portable tool used to adjust the torque on some old-school clockwork machine. It has since lost its practical value.

A small tool used to adjust clockwork torque. Can be used on all manner of clockwork motors.<br/>These would become outmoded with the arrival of Alain Guillotin's "new model" clockwork meka,<br/>Which have themselves ceased to be "new" following several hundred years of further testing.<br/><br/>Now, regarding Alain Guillotin,<br/>Before he joined, then left the Marechaussee Phantom, before finally setting up the Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering,<br/>Guillotin organized research into energy at the now-ruined Institute of Natural Philosophy.<br/>It is said that he, throughout his life, was close to no one but his younger sister, who also served in the Marechaussee.<br/><br/>There are many legends concerning him. One of them is as follows—<br/>It is said that he was able to create a thinking machine during his time at the Institute,<br/>And used this machine to aid his sister in her work at the Marechaussee.<br/>These statements largely come from previous colleagues of his (most of whom died fighting Elynas),<br/>And since there was no physical evidence of it, it has never entered official record.<br/>Once, when asked about this, he commented: "It's a great shame. There's nothing to be said."<br/>He never again responded to any questions or inquiries relating to the matter.<br/><br/>Another goes as such—<br/>In his old age, he retired from the Fontaine Research Institute to his workshop, and he would see no one.<br/>The research he undertook in his final years was never published,<br/>And after the matter, the only things that could be found in his personal workshop were signs that something had been built.<br/><br/>In latter years, these legends would function similarly to that work of Coppelius's that could not be performed to completion,<br/>Stoking imaginations, granting inspiration, and driving ever greater efforts.

22cf5d98

2023-08-15T02:13:53.382Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.377Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

88330

UI_RelicIcon_15014_3

A solemn mask exquisitely carved from basalt. Its hollow eyes stare ahead expressionless and cold.

It is said that during the years when gods contended against one another, Rex Lapis' aspect was that of boundless slaughter.<br/>In those god-eat-god battles, one could never have ascribed gentleness to him.<br/><br/>He knew right from wrong, and never missed his mark: in those days of tumult, he would show no mercy, even to friends-turned-foes.<br/>Rex Lapis' stone-cold expression never once changed throughout that storied age.<br/><br/>They say that only when the dust settled did he lay down that unmovable visage.<br/>But it had been necessary, for he had donned it to fulfill a contract.

155051f8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.502Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

56110

UI_RelicIcon_10006_1

A rather exquisite wine cup used in pre-combat rituals.

Before proudly stepping into the arena, a parting ritual with a glass of fine wine is essential for martial artists.<br/>Each of them faced with a worthy opponent, two martial artists will raise their glasses to one another.<br/>They then step into the arena with a calm and collected composure to face their opponent with the utmost respect.<br/>This is the true meaning of the toast, which comes before the fight takes place. It does not serve to glorify victory or cast shame on defeat.<br/>

1487675a

2022-11-01T23:20:39.529Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

56150

UI_RelicIcon_10006_5

A tool to keep track of time in endurance training. It is more accurate and reliable than a regular hourglass.

An hourglass that uses the flow of water to measure the passage of time. The martial artist would have it with him at all times.<br/>When he was training under the waterfall or practicing a single leg stance on the stake,<br/>he endured all the pain and suffering alone.<br/>This time piece recorded every second of it in silence.<br/>

140f9f47

2022-11-01T23:20:39.525Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

56140

UI_RelicIcon_10006_4

This particular kind of red flower was the only thing that could alleviate the Martial Artist's pain.

Ever since being recognized by the master, the martial artist had been practicing every day for years.<br/>The path of pursuing martial arts is long and harsh, and injuries are inevitable.<br/>As instructed, he plucked a small crimson flower in the forest.<br/>Although his proud battle scars will never fully heal, at least the pain can be alleviated.<br/>

141ad449

2022-11-01T23:20:39.517Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

56120

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A common bird feather. Experts use it to practice strength control, while rookies use it to make fans.

A feather plucked from a bird soaring in the sky by a skillful martial artist.<br/>The essence of martial arts is not necessarily about the power of attacks.<br/>Agility and nimbleness honed over years of training are just as prideworthy for a martial artist.<br/>The martial artist will wear the feather on his chest as proof of his unparalleled skills.<br/>

142c8831

2022-11-01T23:20:39.522Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

56130

UI_RelicIcon_10006_3

The first lesson as an apprentice: Vigor, Strength, Will. These words are written on the bandana so you'll never forget them.

A bright-red bandana that belonged to a martial artist. The color has now faded.<br/>It serves as proof that the bearer practiced martial arts at a young age. It also represents the high ambition the young martial artist once had.<br/>Before the first crack of dawn, the young martial artist was already training in the forest.<br/>Many years later, the martial artist is now an instructor. Though youth may be a thing of his past, he remains just as alert and diligent as when he was young.<br/>

14e4435f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.534Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

74350

UI_RelicIcon_14004_5

The hands of time will never come to an end, but the same cannot not be said for those cherished years of the young maiden's life when she was doted upon.

A delicate timepiece.<br/>It stood as a testament to the inevitable passage of time, indifferent to its owner's feeling.<br/><br/>The maiden's time would one day come to an end.<br/>But her waiting would not.<br/>The short hand seemed to be constantly chasing after the long hand.<br/>Much like the incessant longing that filled the maiden's heart and mind.<br/><br/>Years after the event, she still remembered the knight she met that day.<br/>The white knight that came to her. The white knight she had been waiting for ever since.<br/>

1542e0dd

2022-11-01T23:20:40.062Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

74320

UI_RelicIcon_14004_2

A feathered accessory that carries the longing for a certain someone, like a migratory bird on the wind.

An old but delicate feathered ornament.<br/>After many years, it is now covered in layers of dust.<br/><br/>For the maiden, time stopped still the day she met the knight.<br/>Nothing mattered to her anymore, not even love and youth.<br/>She sought him constantly, wandering far like a lost bird without a nest to cling to.<br/><br/>"May my love reach the knight," she prayed.<br/>Meanwhile, the knight dedicated himself to the pursuit of chivalry.<br/>In a distant land where ancient empires crumbled,<br/>Would the knight see the scenery she dreamt of?<br/>

153622da

2022-11-01T23:20:40.039Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

74310

UI_RelicIcon_14004_1

A vessel made with sweet black tea in mind rather than bitter liquor.

The maiden's most cherished teaware.<br/>It was once filled with elegant black tea.<br/><br/>Indulging herself in pastries and tea,<br/>She cared not one bit about the mundane world. This was her privilege as a maiden.<br/><br/>"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need."<br/>The knight said to her on the day they met.<br/>"But, my heart is already—"<br/>Not finishing her confession was her privilege,<br/>but also the chains of courtliness the maiden had to bear.<br/>

14d401cc

2022-11-01T23:20:40.068Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

74330

UI_RelicIcon_14004_3

A meticulously well-maintained woman's hat that keeps wrinkles safely out of sight.

Even when surrounded by flowers from her courters, <br/>The maiden never removed her hat to get a better look at them.<br/>Their names and faces were not worth remembering.<br/><br/>For years, at the end of every day,<br/>the maiden would brush off the dust on her hat.<br/>But the passage of time showed in her face, too — and unlike the dust, it could never be brushed off.<br/><br/>As time passed, fewer and fewer courters visited her with flowers.<br/>What did it matter? For her, time had already stopped long ago on that fateful day.<br/>

1535874a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.079Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

74340

UI_RelicIcon_14004_4

A fragrant flower that will bloom for all eternity and never wither.

The maiden's flower. Fresh and elegant just like its original owner.<br/>The books say that this species of flower has long been extinct.<br/><br/>Just like that passage the maiden had read countless times in books:<br/>"The damsel in distress was saved by the white knight in shining armor."<br/>"And they exchanged flowers as blessings to one another."<br/><br/>Though a maiden's heart is said to change with the seasons, just like a flower,<br/>This flower remained constant.<br/>For her heart had stopped in that moment long ago:<br/>The moment that she met the knight.<br/>

1506e873

2022-11-01T23:20:40.001Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

94442

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Legends hold that this ornate hand guard was once fitted upon a sword gifted to the oni who betrayed the Shogun.

Mother had bared her fangs against the Shogun, who had been kind to her and who had given her a treasured sword.<br/>In the end, the only thing that was sent back to the Mikoshi Clan was the tsuba of that blade which she had loved so dearly.<br/><br/>Mother's long-cherished wish was to overcome the destiny of life and death with her boiling passion.<br/>She would make such contributions as to make an eternal name for the ever-thinning blood of the war-oni.<br/>If she was engulfed by the pitch-black tiger-beast of sin itself, then she would tear it apart from the inside.<br/><br/>She would've proven her valor resoundingly under the Electro Mitsudomoe banner,<br/>And she thought she could wash her bloodstained juunihitoe battle-garb clean.<br/>But it was stained black in the end, together with her fiercely beating heart...<br/><br/>From then on, her eldest son, who should have inherited the family fortune, lived in seclusion in a village outside the city,<br/>With naught but the mountain and wood as his friends — that is, until he met that girl...<br/><br/>"What a pain. Well, if you wish to abandon your past, allow me to give you a new name."<br/>After hearing about his past, the girl who possessed jet black wings sneered disdainfully.<br/>"Well, you shall be called Iwakura. 'The seat of rock.' A name that human words cannot harm."<br/>"Come on, mortal in whose veins runs the blood of the oni, be glad. Smile a little!"<br/>"You should know that names given by us Yougou Tengu are blessed with divine powers."<br/>"Besides, the name 'rock' suits you — it certainly suits your mind and your muscles, that's for sure."<br/><br/>"Well then, when the cherry blossoms fall next year, let's have a duel here, 'Iwakura.'"<br/>"Child of the oni, hone your swordsmanship and become a foe whom the Yougou Tengu would not be ashamed to cross swords with."<br/>"Ah, yes! If you manage to touch me, you'll get to call your secret blade 'Tengu Victor'!"<br/>"After all, if you get to that point, you'll have a sword that'll let you 'triumph over the tengu.'"

252b269b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.722Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

34412

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An ink bottle utilized by the witch in the story. It possesses a strange enchantment no less powerful than the one cast upon the dip pen.

...<br/>The little girl read on, as Pie snuggled up next to her.<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>It was only a long time after that the young girl learned that her mother was long dead. Returning to her hometown after a long absence, she found that all were courteous and cordial to her, no less than everyone else, whether it was strangers or familiar faces.<br/>"It's all as you wished, so why won't you smile once more?"<br/>The young man who had spoken was someone she had seen before, perhaps just one of the many followers.<br/>"Mother was right, I am a pitiable child. Because of this awful curse, I can never be truly happy."<br/>"Ah! You actually consider such a selfless gift a curse. You should know, this was obtained in exchange with a witch, and obtained only through sacrifice! He never even thought about asking anything in return from you. Is there any greater love than that in the world?"<br/>"Then it seems he knows more than me about how to obtain happiness." The girl continued, "Where is the value in a life in which all is given to you for free, and you never need pay? The most worthless things are those that nobody needs. Perhaps I am the existence which is unneeded."<br/>"No, not at all... You must exist! At least, that's how I feel about it."<br/>"Then what is it you want from me? If there's something I can do for you..."<br/>But the young man looked embarrassed.<br/>The young girl was immeasurably disappointed, and resolved to go to the witch's abode in the Echoing Woods and find a way to break the accursed curse.<br/>The youth took out the magic mirror he had loaned from the witch, hoping to stop her.<br/>"When the luck gifted to you by magic is taken away..."<br/>The girl saw before her what awaited when her luck was exhausted: She saw herself lose all her wealth, and those she hurt no longer laughed jovially and forgave her, but scolded her and rolled their eyes. People no longer crowded about her but left as though a great ball had ended. She still traveled as before, but none now showed care or concern for her on her journey. She saw herself blown about by the wind and pummeled by the rain while children laughed at her and mocked her. She saw that all the gifts she had received would have to be repaid tenfold, a hundredfold.<br/>Though she hadn't taken a single step, all that she saw in the mirror seemed to be happening to her, and she saw her life become an endless toil conspiring to destroy her.<br/>"Rejoice, for the fortune granted by magic has not yet abandoned you, and none will laugh at your weakness."<br/>...

2c2eecb2

2023-12-18T23:32:54.260Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.783Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

61130

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Its former owner once fell into a cave and found the treasure trove of an exiled royal. This is a souvenir from that incident.

One who is favored by fortune can even find priceless treasures in the most deadly of traps.<br/>While wandering around some ruins, the boy known as Lucky Dog accidentally fell into a deep pit.<br/>He landed safely on a pile of dust. It turned out to be a mattress that over the years had gradually broken down, eventually turning to dust.<br/>Just like that, Lucky Dog discovered a treasure trove left by the old aristocrats. This circlet came to epitomize his luck.<br/>

14c92caf

2022-11-01T23:20:39.643Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

61150

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A broken hourglass from which all the sand has escaped. But it's fine, because the passage of time means nothing to someone without a single worry in the whole world.

Even time itself could not leave a wrinkle on the face of the happy-go-lucky boy known as Lucky Dog.<br/>Lucky Dog had no family, let alone children of his own.<br/>But in the course of his life of good fortune, he considered all he met as his friends and family.<br/>As his life was nearing its end, he saw an hourglass with sand flowing down, as if counting down his remaining time.<br/>He simply chuckled, took a slingshot, and shattered the hourglass.<br/>

14e3c712

2022-11-01T23:20:39.637Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

61110

UI_RelicIcon_10011_1

An exquisite metallic vessel that was once used to knock out a thief.

Once there was a child favored by fortune from the day he was born. Try as they might, even the most vicious bandits could not lay a finger on him. He became known as Lucky Dog.<br/>The child grew up, and one day in the throes of adulthood he found himself stumbling drunk along the back alley behind the tavern.<br/>Under the starless sky, a vicious bandit prepared to rob Lucky Dog, taking advantage of his compromised state.<br/>But just as the bandit was about to strike, a flying goblet hit him square on the forehead, knocking him out cold.<br/>Naturally, this makes Lucky Dog one of very few people known to have benefited, rather than suffered, from being in the vicinity of a tavern brawl.<br/>

15b75e38

2022-11-01T23:20:39.640Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

61120

UI_RelicIcon_10011_2

A monster once cornered an adventurer, but was then picked off by a hunting eagle... That eagle dropped this feather, which now carries some of the adventurer's good luck.

When fortune has your back, even the most ferocious monster has to yield.<br/>Strolling in the forest, the boy known as Lucky Dog had no idea that a monster was lurking nearby, having singled him out as its prey.<br/>The boy became distracted by some colorful mushrooms, and the monster pounced. He leaped out and landed on the poisonous mushrooms, stomping them flat.<br/>This was going to be an easy hunt, the monster thought — until a feather from the eagle circling above fell quietly onto its back.<br/>

15a6d018

2022-11-01T23:20:39.634Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

61140

UI_RelicIcon_10011_4

A four-leaf clover that grows in the wild. It was picked because it is said to bring good luck.

One who is favored by fortune tends to experience at least their fair share of miracles.<br/>The legendary four-leaf clover, for instance, is a precious find that brings luck to its bearer.<br/>Once, while playing in the field, the carefree young boy known as Lucky Dog happened across just such a clover.<br/>Delighted, he plucked it from the ground and put it in his pocket.<br/>No one knows whether it was the clover which brought him his good fortune, or the other way around.<br/>

14a3a5e4

2023-12-18T23:37:29.023Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

27432

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Earrings made from amber gold that shines with a strange light.

Merchant sheltering from the storm, please heed this man so old and blind.<br/>Heed the past of Gurabad, heed the retribution its people sought for themselves.<br/>Heed the newborn nobility and the peasants who dwell beneath the palace...<br/><br/>Legends say that when Gurabad rose, the kingdoms of man joined many oases into one.<br/>At this time, the scattered tribes and the short-lived states obeyed the will of Ormazd alone. <br/>Ormazd took the Lord of the Desert as his lord-patron, constructing palaces and temples to facilitate his worship.<br/>Slaves were taken from the tribes, servitude was demanded from states, and sacrifices were required of the cities...<br/>The city thrived, and nobles and slaves alike lived in its shade.<br/><br/>Peering down from on high at the priests and servants below, scurrying like ants, the Jinni concubine could only sigh mournfully.<br/>As an attendant of the Goddess of Flowers, she believed she had chosen the ideal king, but didn't wish for him to be addled by vanity.<br/>So, the Jinni offered gentle advice between the sheets, vainly trying to change the king's mind...<br/>Ormazd took the conventions of rule and slavery as a given, regarding her words only as the soft nothings of a lover.<br/><br/>"To infuse love into my vessel was to be in constant company with everlasting and ever-demanding wants."<br/>"The search for a dream, for a homeland, and for my beloved to transcend mundane ideals."<br/>"But now, my beloved is deep in the throes of hypocrisy and greed. He has taken on the habits of an ordinary tyrant."<br/>"To quell my fury at this betrayal, I will impose upon you three generations of ruination."<br/><br/>Silently, the Jinni removed the earrings he had given her as a sign of her resolve,<br/>A poisonous scheme already manifesting in a heart turned cruel.<br/><br/>"Xiphos, my child, hate burns everything like wildfire, leaving only the ashes of madness."<br/>"Yet uncontrolled love is even more feral. A great many evils are born from unshackled love..."<br/>

22db8fbd

2022-12-05T22:52:51.316Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.314Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

73330

UI_RelicIcon_14003_3

The circlet of a sage who traversed a sea of fire. It once shone brightly from their ancient silhouette as they stood strong amidst the flames.

An ancient circlet that once belonged to the Lavawalker — a sage who wandered in the Mare Jivari.<br/>Upon close examination, one can almost see his figure standing strong amidst the fiery flames.<br/><br/>The wandering sage of the Mare Jivari known as the Lavawalker crafted this circlet from crimson agate to resist the intense heat of the flames.<br/>The circlet was built with wisdom and tenacity. It sparked fear and jealousy among peers and seniors alike.<br/><br/>"How dare the Lavawalker challenge the flames of the Mare Jivari! Such blasphemy has not been seen in hundreds of years!<br/>The flaming sea will surely devour this arrogant young man and the sky will blow his ashes into the void."<br/><br/>In his jealousy, the teacher demanded that his student step into the flaming sea wearing the circlet.<br/>In a state of calmness, the Lavawalker strolled onto the lava and gradually disappeared into the horizon.<br/>

181b30fc

2022-11-01T23:20:39.993Z

2022-09-06T00:03:58.000Z

73350

UI_RelicIcon_14003_5

Burning sand flows within this hourglass. Despite the intense heat, the sand leave no mark upon the vessel that houses it.

What flows within this hourglass is not regular sand, but burning sand.<br/>Like this burning sand, time flows forward, leaving no trace of its own existence.<br/><br/>The story of the Lavawalker continued even after he had traveled across the Mare Jivari.<br/>It is said that he spent another one hundred years living as a hermit.<br/>But this short retreat brought little relief from his burning torment.<br/><br/>During his time as a secluded sage, the Lavawalker could not bear the eternal scorch. He crafted this hourglass to mark the passing of time.<br/>As the flames blazed, burning sand flowed endlessly through the hourglass day after day.<br/><br/>Sadly, though the Lavawalker did not fear the scorching flames of the Mare Jivari, he could not quench the torturing flames of time.<br/>The anguish of being left alone without the disciples and family he held so dear burned away at his soul more than any flames could ever scorch his flesh.<br/>

17f0e2fa

2022-11-01T23:20:39.864Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73320

UI_RelicIcon_14003_2

The feather of a proud phoenix. You can almost hear the sound of its wings flapping in the scorching flames.

A feather plucked by the Lavawalker from a bird that sings amid the flames.<br/>The wearer can almost hear the sound of the bird's wings flapping in the blaze.<br/><br/>Legend has it that there exists a kind of solitary bird that sings in the blazing flames.<br/>People worshiped it as a totem while kings saw it as a sign of nobility.<br/><br/>Donning this feather, the Lavawalker retreated from the outside world.<br/>Alone he came and alone he went, leaving no trace behind.<br/>Since then, people often hear cries coming from the Mare Jivari.<br/>No one knows if they are the song of the bird or the sighs of the Lavawalker.<br/>

15936065

2022-11-01T23:20:39.846Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73340

UI_RelicIcon_14003_4

A flower that blooms amidst burning flames. It is said that long ago, a sage once wore it as he walked into a sea of fire.

A flower that only blooms in the burning flames.<br/>The searing pain it causes will make the wearer stronger.<br/><br/>The fiery-red flower shines like shimmering agate.<br/>This flaming flower was once a brooch worn by the Lavawalker.<br/><br/>In the Lavawalker's final days, he said to his people:<br/>"This is the flower that blooms in flames. Until the day that the fires turn me into ashes,<br/>You shall see the glowing embers of this flower shining through the dark smoke."<br/><br/>The people followed the flower's flickering light to the edge of the Mare Jivari.<br/>There they found the blooming flowers — but the Lavawalker was nowhere to be seen.<br/>

1657d90e

2022-11-01T23:20:39.829Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

73310

UI_RelicIcon_14003_1

A legendary goblet that can withstand extremely high temperatures. It still retains a degree of warmth even though it is now empty.

A goblet that once contained lava. Now empty, it still has a slight hint of warmth.<br/>This goblet once belonged to a sage known as the Lavawalker. Wisdom flowed from within.<br/><br/>The Lavawalker would toy with the goblet. Even in the blazing heat, it remained intact.<br/>Legend has it that the Lavawalker would drink lava from this goblet as if it were a glass of fine wine.<br/>But while fine wine evaporates in high heat, the wisdom of the sage could withstand a trial by fire.<br/><br/>To the Lavawalker, fine wine was merely a catalyst in the process of producing ingenuity.<br/>Aided by alcohol, even the slightest spark can combust into a brilliant idea.<br/><br/>The goblet was a silent witness to the forging of wisdom amidst the flames.<br/>The moment before the Lavawalker set off on his final journey was when the goblet was filled with the most pride.<br/>

175cd8ee

2022-11-01T23:20:39.958Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

20432

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This crown was bestowed by the deity with dominion over plants and trees. It was an heirloom of the royal house of the labyrinth. It was, at last, made the inheritance of the king's attendant.

There is a time appointed for all things to live and die, and the cycle continues on forever,<br/>Thus did the ruler of trees once preach the cycle of life.<br/>All things that die will gain new life in some other form,<br/>And all things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots.<br/>Fruits that fall upon the land will feed the beasts of the land,<br/>And the beasts will return to the land and themselves become fruits.<br/>The forests were always full of life.<br/><br/>Legend has it that when the god of trees created a forest amidst the sands,<br/>The first order of the day was to create a device that could call forth the rains.<br/>Thus did the bright moon reflect the patterns of light from the labyrinth upon the water,<br/>And from this was the "tiger" born.<br/><br/>The tiger's stripes were ever-changing, resembling the forest's branches,<br/>And thus did it become the ruler of the jungle, whose name was Viaghara.<br/>The blessed lord of the forest walked amidst the garden, head held high,<br/>Ruling over the primates, the birds, and the beasts of the labyrinth.<br/><br/>Later, the seeds of the pomegranates fell upon the soil and gave birth to the forest spirits.<br/>Thus did the lord of the forest bless them under the first Vasara Tree, and made a pact with the divine,<br/>To share the labyrinth with them, and to command the birds and beasts not to harm them.<br/><br/>Though the sun's light was shrouded for a time, the flowing water was once corrupted,<br/>And the final forest lord died in defense of the nurseries of life,<br/>A large whiskered cat succeeded that regal name,<br/>And guarded the woodland creatures in imitation of that lord.<br/>Though it could not match even an iota of that lord's might,<br/>It would keep the promise and protect the forest,<br/>Nor would it ever attempt to harm the guardian spirits of the trees.<br/>Yes, though the ever-changing labyrinth has perished,<br/>The forest is still filled with life.

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2022-09-06T00:05:09.516Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.145Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

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This was originally an oil lamp in the style of the desert realm, but has since sprouted fluorescent green leaves.

It is said that when the lord of folly was destroyed by his own ambition, the kings of the desert arose as one, and fell just as quickly.<br/>Many tiny tyrants would marshal refugees fleeing the cataclysm, and they would build temples, palaces, and high walls where once stood ancient ruins.<br/>The ruined cities would be devastated each after the next, and despots of all stripes boasting of power and wealth for a time would rise and fall all too quickly.<br/>This oil lamp belonged to one of the young princes of the decaying kingdoms and was one of the remaining treasures hidden away in his trove.<br/><br/>"Father ascended the tower in pursuit of a falcon, and the ancient structure could not bear his great weight, casting him into the boiling quicksand."<br/>"Thus did our kingdom's days come to be numbered, and I too was dragged into pointless conflicts, tossed this way and that on the waves of treachery."<br/>"In those days, I too had someone to love. She longed to be queen, but did not concern herself with the identity of the one seated on the throne."<br/>"And so it was that I lost my love. For my life and my seal, I closed her lips with a viper's kiss and buried her in quilts of sand."<br/>"Later, just as it happened to all other kingdoms in living memory, threats from without and foes from within would arise. Kith and kin, slaves and pariahs would be at each other's throats."<br/>"Scarcity and strife, those two deformed twins, would dance wildly amidst these burning, godless sands, burying our selves within their mirage."<br/><br/>And so did the kingdom within the searing sand return whence it came, and the once-affluent prince became a penniless refugee.<br/>With the wish to conquer new lands burning in his breast, he set out for the rainforest with what little wealth he had left on his person.<br/>But much later, the prince who wished to inherit the woodland like a Rishboland Tiger would himself be conquered by the quiet moonlight.<br/>He was drawn to the powerful form of the huntress with the white bow, and in being pursued and expelled each night,<br/>The homeless prince slowly understood the murmurs of the trees and the whispering of the tigers, and was accepted by the beneficent dream—<br/><br/>"Hahaha, well, isn't that a fine tale? A noble forced from their home, who finds destiny and glory once again..."<br/>"The golden dream, it awaits all lost grains of sand..."

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2022-09-06T00:05:09.480Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.140Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

20442

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This lovely gold-plated flower was plucked from the crown of the ruler of the forest.

When the lord of the forest was born, the king of trees bestowed upon them a crown.<br/>This crown would finally pass to the first maiden who had followed in the lord's footsteps.<br/>She once took in many children who had become lost in the forest, yet had not ever trodden upon any wild flowers.<br/><br/>She only knew how to serve her liege and defend the labyrinth,<br/>And she knew that the world was naught but the dream of the forest,<br/>So she taught the ways of the hunt and the method of walking through dreams to the children,<br/>She taught that they must love the plants of the forest, for they belong to her liege's garden.<br/>That they must respect the creatures that fall under their arrows, for they are her lord's people.<br/><br/>Her teachings would pass amongst the lost children of the forest, and they would change much.<br/>Eventually, their origins would be forgotten altogether, but some people would become guardians who patrolled the woods,<br/>Returning to the world of humans and light bonfires in the deepest of nights to exorcise the shadows.<br/>There was one who remained and walked between the trees, eventually forgetting time itself amidst the hunt for wild beasts, becoming drenched in black blood.<br/><br/>She was very nearly as ancient as the final lord of the forest, and at the last she dreamed a dream of the labyrinth and the hunt.<br/>This dream was so great and vast that it would cover every dream that was ever dreamed by the forest people.<br/>The labyrinth, for its part, was the vast and endless hunting ground, where the roots of trees and the lines drawn by the snaking streams were denser than a tiger's stripes,<br/>More changeable than the flowing water. The whispers that preach "death" became lost within this labyrinth,<br/>For only she and those who understood the teachings of the forest lord could pass through the maze and enter into the boundless hunting grounds.<br/>Till at last, when the whispers had faded, and the wicked beasts had fled far away, did she, now fully eroded, disappear together with that grand dream.<br/><br/>She, and many fragments of dreams, would at last flow into the dreams of human scions.<br/>Like how a shattered mirror reflects many different images,<br/>The dreams she left behind are circulated through the narratives of the people in a myriad of forms.<br/>Those tales that became the widest spread (emerged victorious) had nothing at all to do with her.<br/><br/>Her name as mentioned in those tales, for example, was in fact the name of the crown.<br/>In the end, all she had left to herself was her true name, a handful of water that reflected the moonlight,<br/>And the golden flower she had taken from the crown that her beloved king had given her.

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2022-09-06T00:05:09.365Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.111Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

98422

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A jade ornament shaped like a leaf. It seems to have once had deep meaning between specific friends.

A very long time ago, there was no ford across the river, only a misty hillside.<br/>The owner of this mountain had yet to decide what to plant here when someone preempted them.<br/><br/>"Once this tree gets a bit larger, I'll cut its leaves down and make some tea for all of you."<br/>"When that time comes, we'll get Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper to come over..."<br/><br/>"Seriously? You plant trees any way you like on my turf, and you have the nerve to spout such things?"<br/>But though the young lady who was master of this mountain complained, she too could imagine the tea's fragrance.<br/><br/>Later, someone would quietly tie this jade pendant to the thin branches of the small tree.<br/>When more time had passed, the mountain's master returned, but in a changed aspect,<br/>And sans the finger that might untie the pendant. This was a long time ago now.<br/><br/>Many years later, the branches of this tree would be grafted to the other side of the river by the mortals who dwelled in the mountains.<br/>The fragrance of tea would also travel from this place, Chenyu Vale, to Liyue Harbor, and from there to many more places still.<br/><br/>There are many legends concerning the tea trees of Chenyu Vale. One of them goes like this:<br/>No matter the waters, soil, or sunlight, this sort of tree only grows lushly in Chenyu Vale.<br/>This is because it remembers the promise that old friends made in the ancient past beside the tea sapling.

1c26c04b

2022-11-01T23:20:41.054Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

57110

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It may seem like an ordinary tea cup to most. But to students, it is the symbol of the instructor's authority.

Every military school student knows that the so-called "free training time" could not have anything less to do with freedom.<br/>The instructor sits back and watches while the students train rigorously in the field.<br/>A cup of black tea with a little too much sugar in it marks a typical afternoon for the instructor.<br/>This peaceful time is a privilege of the instructor, and the embodiment of his authority.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.549Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

57150

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A stopwatch used not for general timekeeping but to measure the duration of a training session.

A pocket watch treasured by the instructor. It is not, however, military-issue gear from the instructor's school.<br/>Back when the instructor was still a soldier, this pocket watch was used to coordinate charges against the enemy.<br/>It marked victories and defeats, and counted the final hours of the soldiers.<br/>For the students, it represented the hardships they endured on the long path towards becoming a real soldier.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.546Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

57120

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Any instructor who has mastered the art of de-escalation knows to keep this accessory firmly in their grasp at all times.

The strict instructor once sharpened his own combat skills on the merciless battlefield.<br/>What he teaches the students goes beyond self-defense techniques to apply in battle.<br/>Moreso than attacking and defending, what he imparts to them is the skill of surviving on the front line even in the face of insurmountable odds.<br/>Every move and technique he demonstrates pays homage to the veterans of wars gone by.<br/>For it was their sacrifices that helped him become who he is today.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.543Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

57130

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A standard-issue honorary instructor's cap, only granted to those who turn down a promotion.

"I don't have the talent to command an army as its general,<br/>Nor am I qualified for anything beyond being a soldier.<br/>All I can do is to be a strict instructor to these children,<br/>So that they might survive on the battlefield a bit longer."<br/>

13932dcb

2022-11-01T23:20:39.552Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

57140

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Whenever the instructor wore this brooch, it meant there would be no training sessions that day.

Every student in the school knew that the strict instructor was a serious soldier.<br/>But every week, there would always be a day or two when the instructor would wear this yellow flower brooch on his chest.<br/>The smile on the instructor's face would always bring the students a sense of relief.<br/>For when the instructor wore the yellow flower brooch, it meant that they could take a day off and go home.<br/>Once his boisterous students had finally gone, the instructor would visit a silent graveyard.<br/>There, after a moment of silence, he would pay his respects to the familiar names carved on the tombstones.<br/>

157a006f

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:47.000Z

76340

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A wild flower that was once a ubiquitous sight in its homeland. It was picked by a hunter who wore it on their chest.

A white wild flower that used to cover the earth.<br/>It has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance.<br/><br/>In the days when wildlife still roamed the earth and monsters had not yet appeared,<br/>the Viridescent Venerer would use this flower to conceal her human scent.<br/>Thus it was said that to seek the silent and gentle Viridescent Venerer,<br/>one simply need to close one's eyes and walk barefoot through the forest, following the subtle fragrance of wild flowers.<br/>Only those who could tread as softly as a hunter could avoid making the leaves crackle underfoot, alerting the queen of hunters to their presence.<br/><br/>It was also said that the one who eventually found the hunter was a boy.<br/>At that time, disaster had just befallen the ancient kingdom and misery was spreading across the land.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:40.191Z

2022-09-06T00:04:00.000Z

35412

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A rhyton fired with copper as the base, that was once filled with fine wine from paradise.

It was the age when the Legion Athanatoi stood at the ready, and wild poetry was sung upon the High Sea.<br/>The glorious king established the golden imperial capital and stood astride the world as the Sebastos.<br/><br/>Wheresoever his great ships sailed, all polises bowed to his supreme authority,<br/>Wheresoever the notes were sounded, the symphony of civilization supplanted savage songs.<br/>All this to bring about justice and salvation,<br/>All this the final delusion of the Sebastos, who could not bring himself to abandon the people.<br/><br/>"Your Empire shall fall amidst the roaring waves, for what fate has decreed cannot be changed."<br/>"The hidden threads yet bind them, pulling them like puppets towards a torturously tragic end."<br/><br/>But the prophet's fell proclamation left the Sebastos not in despair, but rather ignited in him wild fantasies.<br/>He locked himself in the depths of his imperial palace, searching for a flaw in the Master of Fortuna's Musica Mundana.<br/>After countless days and innumerable nights, through the chords of the world, Remus grasped the mysteries of Fortuna.<br/>He read every note of fate, and all he lacked was a pen with which to compose his own symphony.<br/><br/>Thus did the Sebastos resolve to appeal to Sybilla, for she came from the land of the dead, and the torrents of fate once coursed through her veins.<br/>Despite the extremity of his demands, the self-less prophet responded to his wishes as she always did, without even the slightest hesitation.<br/><br/>The harmonious symphony played from the throne would break the fetters fate had shackled the people with, painting for them new paths and writing new melodies for them.<br/>Beneath the golden dome, pure and holy Ichor spilled forth along auric aqueducts, and the tremors within the golden palace would spread to every corner of the empire.<br/>And in the wildest fantasies of the Sebastos, at the grand finale of the harmonious opera, he would hand fate's baton into humanity's own hands.<br/>When that day came, rich or poor, sage or savage, every free person would control their own destinies.<br/><br/>Amidst the rising, raging waves, the blinded king rushed towards an unknown end, for in Sybilla's eyes, there was already no future...

26963fdb

2024-04-23T00:38:38.711Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.709Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

71320

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A feather that exudes a chilly aura. One can almost feel the turbulent winds that brought it here, wailing over snow-covered plains and between frosty peaks.

A feather of a bird of prey that did not originally belong in the winter chill. It is cold to the touch.<br/>And when you do touch it, it is as if you can hear cries in the snowstorm, unbowed but bereft of hope.<br/><br/>With no nest or shelter, the bird faced the storms proudly.<br/>This feather has been assailed with coalescing ice and snow, leaving it coated in pearls of frost.<br/><br/>It once came from a falcon in flight and was plucked violently from that bird by the frigid winds.<br/>It drifted a while in the air before the weight of the frost dragged it back down to the ground.<br/><br/>"I believe that the lively birds will follow you, and return to the gardens of the summer palace, now green once more."<br/>"Those who have been chased away by the chilling tide, and those children who have lost their homes, they will return with you to the home of their dreams."<br/><br/>The hero, bearing such great burdens on his back, halted in the whipping snow, struggling to discern the color of that feather.<br/>Sealed in ice, that feather's color faded every step of the way — just like the hero's task.<br/>

1a526d66

2022-11-01T23:20:39.692Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

31442

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An ancient emblem that was once awarded to those who had made exceptional contributions in battle.

This emblem was specially designed and given to those who had, in the past,<br/>Performed feats of arms in Fontaine's defense. Insignias of this sort were largely symbols of glory,<br/>But some awardees would conceal them or consign them to the water.<br/><br/>"Pursue the phantoms in the dark, expel them all, and hunt them down."<br/>Such is the origin of the name "Marechaussee Hunter,"<br/>Credited to one Cassiodor, who would be elevated to the revered title of "Golden Hunter,"<br/>But who saw the name as a humiliation.<br/>Yet, heretics and demons are rare, but people who are driven to become heretics and demons are legion.<br/>Today, the Marechaussee Phantom is more focused on investigating criminal activity than battle,<br/>And has absorbed into its ranks a large number of Melusines, members of a young race.<br/><br/>This emblem once belonged to a Marechaussee Hunter who took part in and directed the Siege of Poisson.<br/>Due to this event, he left the ranks of the Marechaussee and planned to live out the rest of his days, content with the contents of his cup.<br/>It was not until an old friend requested that he, against his will, try living with others again,<br/>That he tried to create a world free of dark phantoms for his son and daughter.<br/>At the end, that which welcomed him was a peaceful ocean, one which removed all barriers and estrangements.

1b65c1a8

2023-08-15T02:13:53.321Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.319Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

72350

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A timepiece kept by the hero who conquered thunder and lightning. The tiny shards of Electro crystal within flow back and forth with the passing of time.

An hourglass the Thundersoother once used. Flowing within it is not sand, but tiny Electro shards.<br/>The shards shatter and flow down as time passes, then merge together at the bottom of the hourglass.<br/><br/>The Thundersoother who defeated the Beast of Thunder crafted this hourglass from amethyst.<br/>The passage of time is just like lightning. It bursts through the sky and is gone in a flash.<br/>Even the Thundersoother could not conquer the flash of time.<br/><br/>Within this hourglass, even thunder and lightning have to obey the never-changing law of time.<br/>In the hourglass, the shards shatter and merge countless times while time silently flashes by.<br/>Observing this taught the Thundersoother about the cycle of life and death. Empowered with this knowledge, he was able to defeat the beast.<br/>

172e58f7

2022-11-01T23:20:39.771Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

79350

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The hourglass used to foretell the coming of the Thunderbird by the tribe that worshiped it. It has fallen into eternal silence now that the tribe is no more.

A luxurious hourglass belonging to the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird.<br/>As the tribe faded away, so did the hourglass.<br/><br/>A luxurious hourglass, made with amethyst and amber gold, that belonged to a shaman.<br/>The hourglass would serve its purpose for the festival held in the Thunderbird's honor.<br/><br/>In the last festival the tribe held, the frenzied Thunderbird blew away the bloodstained altar.<br/>The countdown to the arrival of the protector became the countdown to the tribe's destruction.<br/>The Thunderbird decimated the tribe to avenge the one who sang to it.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to the Thunderbird, the lad himself considered his sacrifice as an offering.<br/>All for the good of the tribe, for the blessings of the Thunderbird.<br/><br/><br/>

16ec2310

2022-11-01T23:20:40.302Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

93412

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A special fortune-telling cylindrical object. The mechanism at the bottom allows one to easily remove all unwanted wish sticks.

A special slip cylinder that the shrine uses for fortune-telling,<br/>It is supposedly infused with good fortune that the kitsune have imparted upon it.<br/><br/>Fortune telling is born from the questions of lost people. Thus, be it good or bad fortune, it will help them navigate their future.<br/>In other words, there are only lost people, and no inaccurate fortunes.<br/>I've learned a lot while studying at the shrine. Now, even someone as dull-witted as I am has learned how to talk like a mighty kitsune.<br/>During this time, even someone as inhuman as the mighty Yougou Tengu has gotten a daughter.<br/>Even that leatherhead Konbumaru has also become one of the Shogun's own Hatamoto, and shall soon marry the daughter of a high-ranking samurai.<br/><br/>"Such a lovely kid. Even the great Yougou Tengu, who used to kill all day for fun, had the mother inside her brought out... just a little."<br/>"Still... the shrine is always missing the liveliness of children. That's not good. Say, Hibiki, how would you like to be a kid again?"<br/><br/>The Lady Kitsune's joke was out of line as always, coming forth with the self-serving scent of sakura wine.<br/><br/>"Aw, Hibiki, why the long face? How about this, then? I, the Lady Saiguu, shall tell your fortune for you!"<br/>"Haha, see? See, it's "Great Fortune." "Great Fortune"! You know what that means?"<br/>"It means that you took away all the bad fortune slips. Please stop mocking me, Lady Saiguu."<br/>"No... it means that the person you're missing will be lucky enough to become a part of your memories forever."<br/><br/>That's why you have to be strong and must live on for a long, long time.<br/>Even if all the people you cherish are gone, as long as you are still alive,<br/>The time you spent with them will never perish...

2027ccd5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.715Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

21412

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A wine cup that was once used at a grand and ancient feast. It has now lost much of that luster.

"The joys of plenty must end in bitterness,"<br/>"And sweet memories must fade like a cloud."<br/>In the beginning, the banquet belonged to the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, authority was in the hands of the desert king, and life was the domain of the keeper of plants.<br/>Like the bright silver moon, the blazing golden sun, and the emerald fields, the three God Kings made themselves oathbound friends.<br/><br/>"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose."<br/>"And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response."<br/>"Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise..."<br/>"If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting."<br/><br/>Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath.<br/>The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.<br/>The priests and the people who had enjoyed the divine feast once remembered that wondrous and wondrously brief time.<br/>But dreams are but prey for reason, to be thrown into lifeless machinery and ground into nothingness,<br/>And from the heart of the machine, within the dark nightmare, a new intelligence shall molt...<br/><br/>"Meld all thoughts into one, and let all calculations be unified."<br/>"Thus shall humanity become the lord of lords and the god of gods."<br/>So went the dirge for that most lonesome king of kings,<br/>For whom the gilded sands had long divined failure.

1e78c69d

2022-09-06T00:05:09.636Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.180Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

34422

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The witch in the tale used this dip pen. Among its various advantages, its silky-smooth writing is the least worthy of mention.

...<br/>"It's so easy to sell one's soul in the stories... But then souls ought to be cheaper. Why else would people sell them so easily?"<br/>But she knew not what a soul was, for she had never seen one. But afternoon tea and delectable desserts, time spent playing with Pie in the garden, the stories her mother told her before bed... In comparison, these were far more precious.<br/>"Fortunately, we have no wishes we'd need a witch to grant, so we needn't exchange such precious things."<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>Though he received the witch's promise, the youth could not imagine what it would be like for his wish to come true.<br/>If it were a more concrete wish... Well, inexhaustible wealth and the power to subjugate others are easy to imagine. But what of some higher happiness?<br/>The youth had heard that the witch possessed many magical items and that she used the power of this strange and extraordinary collection. He could not restrain his curiosity, asking the witch what kind of item could fulfill his wish.<br/>"All words written by the pen dipped in this ink will become reality, and she shall become fate's favorite."<br/>The youth stared in disbelief as the witch gently shook the ink bottle. Black water rolled within like roiling waves, as though he could see the entire world in which they lived like a lonely island floating amidst the undulating tide, and he could see endless faces and scenery before his eyes, turning like the pages of a picture album...<br/>He was so mesmerized that it seemed as though he would fall into the ink bottle through its gaping mouth and drown in those black waters.<br/>"The ink bottle contains everything she can imagine, and all of it will be hers if she so wishes."<br/>As the pen dipped in ink began to dance across the page, the young girl's fate was changed.<br/>She wasn't sure when she had stopped being amazed by the limitless good fortune that followed her everywhere.<br/>She no longer needed to worry about anything, for everything turned out the way she wanted, and if she wanted something, it found its way to her, sooner or later, one way or another.<br/>Everyone loved her, admired her appearance, praised her virtue, and even those she once thought would never notice her completely changed their attitudes.<br/>Gradually, she became accustomed to the words of praise and admiring gazes. Though her appearance was by no means extraordinary and her virtue even more average, fate favored her without reservation.<br/>...

2b02abda

2023-12-18T23:32:54.230Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.705Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

29412

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A lovely teacup. Perhaps it was once used by people enjoying a leisurely afternoon together.

Even the Narzissen champions would need to rest for a short time along the adventuring road.<br/>When the clock sounded, many champions and mages, knights and evil dragons,<br/>All forgot for a time the imprisoned princess and the treasures of the domains.<br/>The dark clouds that shrouded the distant kingdom's skies temporarily faded away,<br/>And the princess amid her agonized wait would turn her gaze from her window.<br/>For when the knights depart, so too must the adventure be put on hold.<br/>This is the universal rule the Narzissen champions follow, and many other tiny worlds do as well.<br/>If one must ask why, then it is because the refreshments made by the Vice Director are far too delicious.<br/><br/>It was a gloomy afternoon... but that phrase seems to have little meaning.<br/>For the new home she was going to was one that would not see the light of either sun or moon.<br/>Here, the first person she met was the tall, pure Director.<br/>And though she was even less sure of what to do than the little girl, she still greeted her with an embrace,<br/>And got her clothes soaked for the trouble. The Vice Director was old enough to be the girl's mother.<br/>Taking the girl by the hand, she brought her amongst the resting champions, knights, and evil dragons.<br/>She thought that this was quite alright. In any case, the refreshments really were delicious.

1b53922c

2023-04-10T22:21:31.617Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.616Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

30432

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Intricate and vibrant earrings upon which the luster of a hundred flowers seems to flow.

"My dear friend, you who were so wise, yet passed early..."<br/>"Amidst glorious legends lurks the gloom of oblivion,"<br/>"Just as life walks with death, and forgetting is the lover of remembrance."<br/>"If the darkness of death did not threaten it, no life would have any importance."<br/>"If the waves of forgetfulness did not surge against them, there would be no histories worth recording."<br/><br/>In the age long past, the queen of grass and trees once did as her friend had entrusted,<br/>Granting the Khvarena of flowers to the divine bird's form, giving her charge over the defense over a part of the rainforest.<br/>And just as the fate of the fresh flower is to wither, Simurgh's fate was sacrifice.<br/>The nurturer of all things verdant had known this since the night she slept beside the lord of flowers...<br/><br/>"And so the verdant divine bird blossomed into countless Khvarena flowers, scattering across the land like hoopoes..."<br/>"The Khvarena fell upon the pure remains of the Amrita's mistress, and thus was a glimmering sea of flowers born."<br/>"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they carry the wishes of grass, tree, and dew, cleansing all filth."<br/>"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they sing of the three mothers — of verdure, of sweet dew, and fresh flowers."<br/><br/>One night, the daughter must leave the embrace of the three mothers,<br/>And sacrifice herself, for the impurity of the world grows great...

1cf0c74c

2023-04-10T22:21:31.739Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.737Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

78340

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A flower that has been frozen in time from the moment it was picked. The knight kept it as a memento forever after.

12d44dea

2022-11-01T23:20:40.262Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

51140

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A small cerulean flower with somebody's ribbon pinned to the stem.

The traveler from a distant land pinned this flower close to his chest.<br/><br/>The traveler left a life of great privilege to pursue a wandering, unburdened life.<br/>In a foreign land, by a clear lake of sweet waters, he met a frowning maiden.<br/><br/>"A traveler from afar? ...Huh. Not like it matters."<br/>"You're a musician? Well then, pray do not insult me with empty praises or song."<br/>"Just remember me as I am."<br/>"As one about to be offered up as a sacrifice for the 'festival.'"<br/><br/>The traveler who had abandoned his homeland pinned this flower close to his chest.<br/>He wished to remind himself to love no one, and become attached to nothing.<br/>Yet he would remember that maiden as he had promised, and walk into the fire for her sake...<br/>

161ef69c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.377Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

35442

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An honorary medal in the shape of a blooming flower. Adorned with blue stone and gold, it was once bestowed upon immortals.

It was the age when the fog of ignorance enveloped the High Sea, and the people of Many Waters were yet unenlightened.<br/>Between the scarlet sands and the murky mountains, there was once a god who had lost his homeland.<br/>He was once a singer of the oases, but his ancient home had been lost beneath the awesome light of the Lord of the Blazing Sun.<br/>Unwilling to serve the Sand King's throne, the god who had lost his homeland chose the path of wandering.<br/><br/>Below the lightless abyssal depths, where the source of all waters lies, is a city that no history has ever chronicled.<br/>This homeless one who had intended to make the High Sea their grave accidentally intruded upon the ruins of this city older than the land itself.<br/>Passing through endless corridors to the heart of the ruined temple, beneath the silver-white cedar,<br/>He heard the whispers of the only living creatures left in that forgotten city, the golden bees circling the silver tree:<br/><br/>"O Traveler from afar, this is no happenstance, but the hand of fate that has brought you here."<br/>"I was once the envoy that protected the silver tree, but over the long ages, I have lost my mind and form."<br/>"Yet my eyes can still behold the future. O Traveler, you will once more have cities and subjects."<br/>"The nation you build will flourish and prosper, and you shall one day rule the entire High Sea."<br/>"You will bring to them civilization and justice, but in the end, that very justice shall be their downfall."<br/>"Should you still be willing to set out on that journey despite knowing its ending, I will show you the way up..."<br/><br/>"O Golden Bees who speak prophecy, is there even room for choice in fate's decree?"<br/>"If I truly did have a chance to choose, then I would be able to change the unchangeable end of which you spoke."<br/><br/>As his words fell, the waterless hollow crumbled with a crash, the silver tree turning into a golden ship.<br/>This was the first encounter between the glorious king who would later play the symphony, and the prophet Sybilla.

2442278f

2024-04-23T00:38:38.648Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.646Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

90320

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A feather carried over by whimpering sea winds and crimson waves. The passage of time has changed its shape and color.

A red feather is an ill omen, perhaps even a portent of death.<br/>It washed ashore one day together with the corpse of a great sea creature.<br/><br/>The cynical Chief Mate was no native of Liyue. Rather, he came from a gray land ruled by an aristocracy.<br/>All said that he, too, was once such a noble, but that he must have disgraced his house and been turned out as a result.<br/>That was but baseless hearsay, however, for when he first came to the harbor, he carried naught but a slim sword,<br/>And a small sapphire-blue feather pinned to his mantle.<br/><br/>Later, the wanderer would throw in with the Skipper and set out to sea, contending with great waves and sea creatures alike.<br/>That once azure-blue feather would also be stained red by blood and by the salt of the great ocean.<br/><br/>In his last moment,<br/>He clearly recalled those days now drowned in drink.<br/>Like treasure in the sand brought to light by the lapping waves...

17d1e662

2022-11-01T23:20:40.583Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

53110

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A metal vessel that can be filled with a drink to dispel the loneliness of the long watch.

An exceedingly ordinary old wine canteen.<br/>If one had to point out something special about it,<br/>It would be that it never once contained a drop of alcohol.<br/><br/>"Come on, you have to try a little wine sometime."<br/>The guardian's longtime friend and superior joked.<br/>"Quit knitting those eyebrows together, have a little wine and song!"<br/>"I mean, that's how we have the courage to face tomorrow."<br/>

14450e6d

2022-11-01T23:20:39.443Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

53120

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A feather-shaped brooch that symbolizes someone’s yearning to defend others like a shield.

The shield-crest engraved upon this quill glitters in the pale moonlight.<br/>Long ago, this light would strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and thieves.<br/><br/>The guardian had a very precious knightly title.<br/>But at night, he would disguise his crest and face beneath a mantle.<br/>Thus, he could shake off his restraints and do that which needed to be done—<br/>—Yet could not be done by an upright knight in good standing.<br/>

15367013

2022-11-01T23:20:39.426Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

53140

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An iris that was cherished by the guardian. Unfortunately, the chance never came for it to be given to whom the guardian loved.

Only that maiden's clear voice,<br/>Could cause the guardian's brow to come unbound.<br/><br/>Their time together was short.<br/>At last, the knight's blood would run dry,<br/>As would her tears and her songs.<br/>

138e4871

2022-11-01T23:20:39.422Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

53150

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A small timekeeping gadget. On moonless nights, it was the only way its former owner could know the time.

The ticking of the clock's hands, the candlelight, and the reams of case notes,<br/>The shadows by moonlight, the blade and black mantle,<br/>These were the constant companions of the lonesome guardian.<br/>But no matter how far he went, there was never enough time.<br/>His superior, carefree and proud, often laughed at his curtness, his unsmiling face, his aversion to fun.<br/><br/>But the guardian was not one to look back on the past — only to the present and future.<br/>Only by reaving every last trace of evil, no matter the means,<br/>Could he ensure that this land that his friend and superior loved could have a future without fear.<br/><br/>Only when he gazed on that maiden in the square,<br/>Could he think upon things he had no time for.<br/><br/>Only then could he think about his own future...

1704c877

2022-11-01T23:20:39.438Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

53130

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A fabric band dyed indigo by the darkness of night. Can also double as a bandage in the event of an emergency.

Always have a backup plan—<br/>He wore this headband to remind himself of that axiom.<br/>In an emergency, it could also serve as a tourniquet.<br/><br/>By this creed he taught his swordsmanship to the knights under his friend's command.<br/>By this credo he also mentored a white knight who loved justice above all else.<br/>In its name he nipped many seedlings that might have blossomed into evil in the bud.<br/><br/>As long as he was sufficiently prepared,<br/>Even if one day, he should be unable to defend this land,<br/>Or protect his friend, or that maiden who loved to sing...

1568133a

2022-11-01T23:20:39.446Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

32432

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An ancient crown that resembles a stage prop more than it does some suzerain's headgear.

In the solemn silence of the sea's depths, the towering city of the glorious kingdom once stood,<br/>And there, like the sad ghost of a mighty, ancient dream, there stands a faded golden castle.<br/>The majestic opera of that golden era has ended, and its harmonious, united music no longer echoes.<br/>Upon the wreckage of ambition and betrayal, the "people of bygone times" built a realm anew.<br/><br/>"Woe, woe to the perfect order, that has once again been trampled by barbarity. The weak and benighted have overtaken the empire's ancient lands!"<br/>"The spirits and the springs, the springs and the chevaliers... The ravings of children have replaced the epic poems, slipshod ditties have supplanted music."<br/>"The eternal majesty was ruined by a moment of the God King's madness, and the resurgent savages scorn its memory..."<br/>"Must great realms be reclaimed by savagery in the end? In the end, shall folly and ignorance prevail over civilization and reason?"<br/><br/>Upon the golden theater in that faded castle, thus did musicians who had lost their score cry lamentation for a past that would never return,<br/>And the silent, famished golems listened, waiting to hunt and devour the innocent souls.<br/>When the great golden symphony plays once more, the Golden Troupe will receive the rightful rewards owed to the true and loyal.<br/>When the perfect order separates humanity into master and servant, prosperity and beauty shall make the kingdom glorious once more...<br/>Abide until that day... Abide until that day...<br/>When every member of the Golden Troupe shall win the whole future as their prize.

1e166521

2023-08-15T02:13:53.543Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.542Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

32442

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A flower constructed out of clam, mother-of-pearl, and gold leaf. It blooms proudly.

The song of fate once wound through the waterways, spreading the harmonious melody of civilization and order.<br/>Wherever the notes fell, brutality was replaced by enlightenment, and disordered primordial land had all but been completely transformed.<br/><br/>The mighty sea wind rolled across, and the rootless water lilies floated along with it.<br/>In a tribal dwelling as short-lived as seagrass, a young musician met a warrior.<br/>Amidst the poems of conquest that are as many as the stars themselves, this song is not that noteworthy,<br/>But the waves bore witness to the friendship between the warriors, and also foretold their end.<br/><br/>The young musician had yet to be rid of the vulgar passions of the barbarians, and became fast friends with the servant, one of the conquered.<br/>That servant's name, no one remembers, but in latter days, the moniker "Cassiodor" would become famous the world over.<br/>Later, the young warrior would follow the youthful musician to golden Capitolium, the highest city in the golden capital.<br/>There they completed the rigorous courses and trials, and were elevated by the golden God King to become prideful masters.<br/><br/>"Pride blooms upon the breast of the citizens of this glorious kingdom as a golden flower. No more poverty or savagery shall there be beneath the God King's sweeping gaze."<br/>"Pride is the shield of the realm's honor, and it is the spear-tip with auric radiance. It defends the God King's unsurpassed authority."<br/>"Only under the command of such authority can order be born, and where order reigns, art and beauty can bloom free."<br/>"In the beautiful golden land, weakness, folly, and savagery will never be accepted or defended — such things may submit, or be destroyed."<br/><br/>"My friend, my brother, do not hanker for that impoverished past, and let not your mind linger on the false, lowly dignity of those peoples of bygone times."<br/>"You have forsaken that simple body and feeble spirit, and you have become as pure as steel. Why lament the little things so?"<br/>"My friend, my brother, listen to that unchanging melody, the clockwork rhythm of your innermost heart — thus does the God King whisper to you."<br/>"The glorious kingdom has eyes only for the perfect world of the future, and this future will, for the people of bygone times, play the final song for their inevitable destruction."

2aa3dcf3

2023-08-15T02:13:53.472Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.471Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

32412

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An ancient silver urn that was once filled with fine wine as red as rubies. Now, it contains nothing but bitter seawater.

The peaceful sea surged, sending the ship sliding between the silent manor and the temple.<br/>Under the pale moonlight, the golden dome that had seemed so glorious in the daytime lost its luster.<br/><br/>The God King awoke with a start from his majestic dream. The clear starlight had fled.<br/>Violence and estrangement formed a darkness deeper than darkness, shrouding the great dome.<br/>In terror and remorse did he summon to him his most loyal guards and most attuned musicians,<br/>And he gave them his final orders, intending to bring peace back to the fractured lands...<br/><br/>Yet, just as a flood unleashed cannot be held back, the deeply ingrained arrogance and prejudice could not be reversed in a night, and crushed the Harmosts and rulers...<br/>All the noble sacrifices, all the unselfish plans — all fell to ruin at the hands of the wicked, and all came crashing down in the end.<br/>Whether the barbaric armies of the Fell Dragon Prince, or the God King determined to the last to save the empire,<br/>They were swept away by an inexorable storm — even the luxurious palace and the jade-green manor were consigned to destruction together...<br/>Without the guiding golden song, the once-noble people of the glorious kingdom transformed into disfigured golems...<br/><br/>When the final cacophony of the golden night faded to calm, the Harmost Boethius lay amidst the rubble,<br/>Only the rubble heard his insensate mumblings, and only the debris recorded the sin of treachery...<br/><br/>"In a moment of madness, he betrayed us all."<br/>"Order will not easily change, nor will human regrets."

1f6ba67d

2023-08-15T02:13:53.525Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.524Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

32452

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This lovely sundial is inlaid with silver and gold. It seems that time has stopped flowing atop its dial plate.

The sea breeze at dawn, rapturous and free, sings this ancient hymn—<br/>Time flowed forward no longer, but returned to the past with the singer.<br/><br/>Along the waters it flowed, passing the gilded domes of the glorious kingdom,<br/>On the soft summer wind it passed through the green manor ringed by towering walls.<br/>Whether aristocrats in their light ships, or barbarians brought as captives,<br/>All were intoxicated by the music of a beautiful age, immersed in the memories...<br/><br/>For this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king.<br/><br/>"I came from a puny realm on a lone isle. I was born in a hut, and I grew up in a village built of reeds and grass."<br/>"When the warriors in their bright mail came to my home, they announced the news of 'conquest.'"<br/>"I was but a mere youth, and I naively followed these towering demigods to the capital."<br/>"It was by dint of my agile fingers and bright voice that I evaded the fate of bondage."<br/>"Only after the God King recognized me did I first witness the might of civilization and order."<br/>"Let my flesh and bone, then, be utterly changed. Let my name and tribe be forsaken. The world shall know only the name 'Boethius'!"<br/><br/>And thus was the child born of barbarism moved by the golden palace, and became a servant of a majestic authority.<br/>Like one newborn, he worked to abandon the ancient savage customs and devoured new knowledge...<br/>All he did, he did to transform himself into a person of true honor and glory, into a part of this great civilization.<br/>For nothing else did he toil, for this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king enthroned.

20a9b17c

2023-08-15T02:13:53.507Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.506Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

32422

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A gold feather made using silver and gold filigree. A crystal-clear sapphire is mounted atop it.

When the sea breeze ebbed, the pink glow of dusk suffused the skies.<br/>The seabirds never tarry where the thousand masts are anchored, leaving only scattered feathers in their wake.<br/><br/>The once-harmonious and magnificent symphony had its closing moment, just as no empire may rule in peace forever.<br/>As the waters expanded, power brought not only progress and order, but arrogance, violence, and exploitation also.<br/>In the distant city of the "people of bygone times," in the valley of the hidden exiles, even at the foot of Mount Capitolium...<br/>The noble musicians who tuned the strains and the army of iron in glimmering mail came to take everything from the people.<br/>Those who were yet unconquered and the mighty who had yet to have a drop of water taken from them banded together, swearing to resist to the last.<br/><br/>"It is as I feared, and it is as I mourned, my brother. While you sang on high, you should have heard the voices of the lowly also."<br/>"Not all would willingly see their homes and nature stolen from them. Not all can accept our melody."<br/>"You once called them the 'people of bygone times,' brother. But even those who pledge loyalty to the past have determination and dignity that cannot be lightly ignored."<br/>"We once thought to conquer and dominate others, but how could the glory of our radiant kingdom—"<br/><br/>"Weakness! Weakness! That craven compassion of yours darkens your mind. It has made your heart soft, it has become an exposed weak spot in your back!"<br/>"Should barbarism and ignorance yet linger in Fontaine, poisoning any of its waters, we shall exterminate them."<br/>"If the savages should wish to join our majestic golden order, then we shall accept them, just as our glorious lord accepted us."<br/>"But since Bane Dragon Scylla destroyed our towers and slaughtered our musicians, the envenomed, feral tribes are no longer worth saving or accepting."<br/>"And since they are unworthy, they must be purged from the soil and the waters, just as we purged pestilence and wildfires from the land."<br/><br/>It was at this very moment that the golden era suddenly ceased, plunging down into ceaseless war and rebellion.<br/>The throne chamber was filled with cries of conquest and destruction and the agony of the barbarian tribes, and the God King awoke, startled.

28a51030

2023-08-15T02:13:53.490Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.489Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

90310

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A faded wine cup that was unintentionally dredged up from the sea. Its dull exterior tells of the days it has spent beneath the waves.

A faded, but finely-crafted wine cup,<br/>Ground down by the sands in the sea's depths.<br/><br/>The exquisite cup fell from the Chief Mate's hand, raising tiny ripples as it hit the ocean surface.<br/>What did it see amid the schools of fish in the dying light?<br/>What had he encountered amidst the silent alleys, before the bars of the flower-inlaid windows of a secret tryst?<br/>Down and down the dark gold cup sank, into the dreams of the sea monster, and into the dreams of the Chief Mate...<br/><br/>"Someday, I will return the favor for this mark of humiliation that you left upon me."<br/>The moonlight illuminated sapphire eyes and that striking scar.<br/>In his memory, her countenance grew brighter, beautiful, cold and proud,<br/>But he had forgotten what he had said then, and grew suddenly despondent as a result.<br/><br/>"Come to think of it, how many times have I forgotten the past..."<br/><br/>"Ha, does it matter how you retell the past?"<br/>"All deaths are in vain. There is no saving that which has already sunk."<br/>

18b3edca

2022-11-01T23:20:40.591Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

51110

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A plain porcelain goblet that was once brimming with joyous brews.

A lyre has 4 strings.<br/>The days he spent with his comrades in the "troupe" were probably the happiest in his life of wandering.<br/>At first, it was just a chance meeting with the conductor — but for the invisible strings of fate.<br/>First came the girl who used a flute as a sword, and then that fellow Kreuzlied — one by one, the traveler met them all.<br/><br/>In the joyous tavern, the lyrist introduced a maiden he had met by chance to his comrades amidst the singing and dancing.<br/>The drunken traveler strummed the strings and sang in a loud voice.<br/><br/>With them by his side, he would never have to travel alone again...<br/>Perhaps it would be alright to walk with them till journey's end.

164ec69a

2022-11-01T23:20:39.396Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

88310

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A resplendent yet dignified wine goblet, once filled to the brim in an era long gone.

A vessel for wine carved from immovable rock.<br/>It is said to be filled with the ambrosia of sovereigns.<br/><br/>It behooves basalt to be impregnable, and crystal to shine in its translucence.<br/>Going incognito amongst mortals should be likewise, exquisite in its enjoyments.<br/><br/>Folk legend holds that in order to drink wine,<br/>Rex Lapis brought forth bedrock,<br/>And carved jade and lovely stone into a wine vessel for himself.<br/><br/>Some even say that there were once seven such vessels.

14bbf263

2022-11-01T23:20:40.496Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

78310

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A goblet of eonothem left behind by the knight who walked with the North Wind. The chill of the bitter winter frost still lingers within.

12e46bda

2022-11-01T23:20:40.280Z

2022-09-06T00:04:03.000Z

75330

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The helmet of a legendary gladiator from ancient times, who would proudly stretch out his bloodied arms to welcome the thunderous applause of his audience.

A helmet of the gladiator adorned with feathers.<br/>To zealous spectators, this helmet was the symbol of invincibility.<br/><br/>The legendary gladiator had fought numerous battles. None had ever stood a chance of survival before his sword, be they human or monster.<br/>On each triumphant day, the champion gladiator would walk through the gate to a hero's welcome from the adoring crowd.<br/><br/>Only in moments of victory could the slave have a taste of what it felt like to be a master. But the cost of this vain aspiration was for the faint glow of freedom to be shrouded by darkness.<br/>On the day of his triumph, the gladiator finally caught a glimpse of the world outside his cell. He was a step closer to freedom.<br/><br/>But only when his helmet fell down on the arena floor did he and the spectators alike realize that it was all just a farce.<br/>The offering of his petty life made no difference. He would always be a worthless slave in the eyes of his master.<br/>

1868a61b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.178Z

2022-09-06T00:04:00.000Z

75340

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No one knows why the legendary gladiator wore this flower on his chest. It was the brutal warrior's only weakness.

An ordinary flower picked gently by the gladiator's master.<br/>He made a brooch with it and pinned it on the gladiator's chest. It came to symbolize his gentler side.<br/><br/>Before the gladiator became a living legend, he once strolled with his young master in the garden.<br/>The master picked a flower and gave it to the silent slave.<br/>"Not all gifts are given out of benevolence. Sometimes they are nothing more than acts of whimsy."<br/>One day in the far-off future, the gladiator's sly master would say these words to him.<br/><br/>The invincible gladiator finally fell at the foreign girl's feet.<br/>At that moment, he recalled a dream he had had many years ago.<br/>"Such beautiful flowers. I wonder when I'll be able to begin my own journey to see them."<br/>"I'd like to see how beautiful the wild flowers are."<br/>

16e9aff3

2023-12-18T23:37:29.023Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

75350

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A timepiece that recorded the gladiator's days in the bloodstained Colosseum. To him, it counted down the days on his long road to freedom.

The gladiator crafted this hourglass himself. He would flip the hourglass before each battle.<br/>When the hourglass stopped flipping, the gladiator had long since died in a pool of his own blood.<br/><br/>The gladiator would put this hourglass aside before entering the arena.<br/>When the fight had ended and the crowd started to cheer for him, the sand in the hourglass was still flowing.<br/><br/>In the gladiator's final fight, he faced a young girl.<br/>In her eyes, he saw both the timidity of a young girl and the ferocity of a young lioness.<br/>From his steps, the girl saw the unbreakable shackles of age that the gladiator wore.<br/>It was a fight like the old gladiator had not had in years. Fierce, yet satisfying.<br/>But the fight ended in a flash. The sword plunged into the gladiator's heart, and the sand in his hourglass crawled to a stop.<br/>

174cd8a4

2022-11-01T23:20:40.136Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

75310

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The golden cup a champion gladiator drank from in ancient times. It brimmed with his glory for years until the fateful day of his fall.

A lavish goblet made of gold. It was a gift from the champion gladiator's master.<br/>From this goblet the champion gladiator drank, be it fine wine or the blood of the defeated.<br/><br/>Another victory for the gladiator. Covered in wounds, he dedicated the victory to his master.<br/>More intoxicating and pain numbing than the fine wine was the victory, honor, and applause from the crowd. <br/><br/>The master allowed him to join the feast and presented him with this goblet.<br/>It was an exquisite goblet, made specially for him. A symbol of how much his master cared.<br/>But the golden chains of vanity had bound the gladiator and the poisonous snake of desire had strangled him.<br/>By pausing to wait for the wine of victory, the gladiator missed his chance to seize a fleeting chance at freedom.<br/>

16f391be

2022-11-01T23:20:40.152Z

2022-09-06T00:04:00.000Z

75320

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A feather of dreams that soars free like an eagle. At the end of the gladiator's legendary life, this parting gift was left upon his chest by a bird that knew true freedom.

The end had finally come for the triumphant gladiator.<br/>The young challenger paid her final homage to the gladiator.<br/><br/>When the vanity of victory and desire for freedom dissipated into the air like the morning fog,<br/>and when the light of dawn finally shone on the arena through layers of blood-soaked clouds, the gladiator saw a flying bird.<br/><br/>One battle away from being free, the gladiator was defeated by an anonymous girl.<br/>Cries and howls burst out in the crowd like pounding thunder, but the victor refused to humiliate her opponent by execution.<br/>She refused to plunge her sword into the opponent's throat and end his life like that of a slave.<br/><br/>The gladiator's healing wounds were covered with invisible feathers.<br/>He eventually set off on a journey, finally as free as a bird.<br/>His destination was the place where flowers bloom and birds soar.<br/>

17e1ded5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.123Z

2022-09-06T00:03:59.000Z

78350

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A timepiece once used by the knight who walked with the North Wind. A never-ending snowstorm rages within.

12ccfaa5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.277Z

2022-09-06T00:04:03.000Z

90340

UI_RelicIcon_15016_4

A mantle brooch that has lost its luster. The gold plating that once adorned it was ground away by the wind and the waves long ago.

A corsage whose coloration has been blistered away by the sea-salt wind.<br/>Even a man who wanders the ocean waves,<br/>Has items and memories that he prizes.<br/><br/>The great warship raised its anchor and headed out to sea, and the Chief Mate once more left harbor with the Skipper.<br/>For the Skipper's absurd pursuit, and for his own faded memories,<br/>The Chief Mate hummed a crappy shanty of his own composing, forming a chorus with the whales and the waves.<br/><br/>"The scoundrel who gave up his family name and the witch who hunted him (never) reached the sea!"<br/>"The wise step-brother who could not be an heir became head at last (or did he?)"<br/><br/>"Words that cannot be sung... Have I also forsaken the truth for illusions?"<br/>"Having lost it all, and given it all up, and then sinking beneath the waves..."<br/>"...Maybe this isn't the worst of endings, after all. Hahahahaha!"<br/>

177c1387

2022-11-01T23:20:40.576Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

91330

UI_RelicIcon_15017_3

A splendorous helmet from ages past. Clean the dust away and it will look brand-new once more.

The commander who fought together with the nameless yaksha fell in the line of duty,<br/>As did the handful of his compatriots who fought alongside him.<br/>To ensure that the afflicted civilians could safely escape, and to maintain their honor in the eyes of the Lord of Geo,<br/>The helmet-clad troops of the front line took the lead, pointing their spears towards the Abyss and charging into battle.<br/><br/>Disaster arrived in the land of glaze, and a horde of ancient foes came surging forth.<br/>At the order of Rex Lapis, the yaksha fought a bloody battle against the warped creations of the Abyss.<br/>The fight went on until the last drop of blood had soaked into the battlefield and all that was impure had been cleansed.<br/>As the tide of the Abyss receded, the glaze sands shone gloriously once more,<br/><br/>But when the gloom that had filled the skies above The Chasm had finally dissipated, the yaksha disappeared without a trace.<br/>As for the general and his men who left their helmets on the battlefield, they rest there in peace forevermore.<br/>

189e4334

2022-11-01T23:20:40.659Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

58250

UI_RelicIcon_10008_5

A shattered pocket watch that once took a lethal hit for its owner.

Perfect timing is necessary for the gambler's trick to work.<br/>That's why she always had this golden pocket watch in her breast pocket.<br/>In countless games, there was always that crucial moment when her sensitive perception of time saved her.<br/>

1380f56d

2022-11-01T23:20:39.570Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

58220

UI_RelicIcon_10008_2

The tail feather of a large bird. Perfect for discretely concealing a trump card.

This colorful feather served to decorate a gambler's hat. Its flamboyance disgusts true aristocrats.<br/>But what the aristocrats do not see is the delicate mechanism hidden beneath the surface.<br/>When the time comes, the gambler subtly swaps in a hidden, game-changing card.<br/>Upon seeing this card, the disdain and condescension on the aristocrats' faces would instantly give way to sheer shock.<br/>

1441c17d

2022-11-01T23:20:39.567Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

58230

UI_RelicIcon_10008_3

A pair of blue earrings that, when worn, calm the mind and encourage a rational assessment of risks.

These ostentatious earrings are the perfect representation of the gambler's transient wealth.<br/>The glimmer of the gem is just as soothing as the sky and the lake.<br/>The earrings would be coated with a mildly sedative substance to keep the gambler calm in the game.<br/>In games where one gambles with life and death, remaining calm and composed is the key to winning.<br/>

1424c71d

2022-11-01T23:20:39.586Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

58210

UI_RelicIcon_10008_1

This vessel was specially made for a single purpose. It has absolutely no secret compartments built into it.

Every gambler is superstitious to some degree. Many are very fond of custom-made dice cups, for instance.<br/>This was her custom-made dice cup. Despite what one might expect, there was nothing dishonest about it. It had no hidden mechanisms.<br/>Fate only decides half of one's dice rolls. The other half are decided by oneself.<br/>And yet, she never rolled the dice away from the gambling table.<br/>

144849c5

2022-11-01T23:20:39.578Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

58240

UI_RelicIcon_10008_4

A big, luxurious flower that can hide loaded dice.

Gamblers like to flaunt their wealth, although their money can disappear overnight.<br/>She would wear this huge, exotic flower ornament on her ears. It certainly catches the eye.<br/>But what they would not see is the trick dice carefully hidden within the flower.<br/>The gambler would only sneak this dice out of the brooch in an urgent situation.<br/>Swapping in this dice under the vigilant eyes of the guests was how she turned the table around.<br/>

1447fd08

2022-11-01T23:20:39.555Z

2022-09-06T00:03:48.000Z

71350

UI_RelicIcon_14001_5

A timepiece from a nation of old that waited for their warriors' return. What flows inside is not sand, but bits of ice that never melt.

An ancient hourglass with fine powdered snow flowing in it.<br/>Even the coldest winter cannot freeze the flow of time.<br/><br/>"The cold that descends from the sky can freeze time itself."<br/>This myth was widely believed throughout the entombed mountain city.<br/><br/>As the hero reached the top of the wall of wind and ice, the night was descending and the snowstorm was howling.<br/>Neither sun- nor moon-light could pierce this white wind easily.<br/>Even the bleakest storm cannot freeze the river of time.<br/><br/>That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.<br/>And even the most formidable hero will one day be forgotten.<br/>

15dfb038

2022-11-01T23:20:39.712Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

71310

UI_RelicIcon_14001_1

A cup carved out of ice that is as chilly and biting as winter. Its former master would drink an unfreezable liquor from it.

For the outlander who once searched for hope in midwinter on another's behalf,<br/>Even the glass he drank from was carved out of ice.<br/><br/>Drinking bitter wine in this glass would feel like swallowing icicles that stung every inch of one's throat.<br/>Ordinary people would struggle to enjoy this sensation — but the reticent hero relished it.<br/><br/>He was a warrior as silent as the ice itself, blocking the frigid winds that descended from the stars with his body.<br/>But not content with merely being protected, the maiden who painted left the man she admired these last instructions:<br/><br/>"If fear or despair, both of which are within our nature, should crush you, or cause you to never return, then..."<br/>"...Then please, live on. Do not accompany us unto our doom — to languish forgotten in the snow."<br/><br/>Taking another swig of bitter wine to steel himself for the journey, he turned away from the maiden's wet eyes,<br/>And he would set out on an unending pursuit, towards the land of snow and profundity.<br/>

197e727f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.717Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

52150

UI_RelicIcon_10002_5

A dated miniature hourglass that serves no practical purpose. It seems as elusive as time itself.

When the black curses poured forth, and the roots of disaster infested the earth,<br/>The knights, on expedition in a foreign land, would face the horror head on, their formation steely as the northern glaciers.<br/><br/>The steel of their greatswords flashed brightly, and the dark ichor fell like poisoned rain.<br/><br/>At last the hero returned home, but this time, without his old friend.<br/>So much had changed, save for the hourglass that childhood companion had gifted him.<br/>

14b00164

2022-11-01T23:20:39.411Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

31412

UI_RelicIcon_15031_1

A portable metal vessel containing strong wine. Can be stuffed into the pocket of an outer coat for ease of access and use.

Once, this wine vessel belonged to one who rendered great service to the Court of Fontaine.<br/>Those who find themselves doing certain work, unless they be born ruthless and cruel,<br/>Will eventually walk down the path to total collapse should they go without the elixir within.<br/><br/>This belonged to one who had to do what had to be done for Fontaine's peace.<br/>It was only many years after he retired due to injury, during his final investigation, that he realized...<br/>...No wonderland lay in welcome down the rabbit hole — only the maelstrom.<br/><br/>...<br/>Memories arose like bubbles from a ruptured diving mask.<br/>He thought of his youth, of the games he would play with Dwight, Basil, and Karl.<br/>In those days, he always played the hero, and Karl would be Jabberwock the evil dragon,<br/>He thought of the embrace of the Director, so dear and familiar, and he felt so similarly in this moment.<br/>He recalled the countless faces warped by hate in the crimson flames of Poisson,<br/>And then he recalled that he, too, had sent innocent children to the Narzissenkreuz Institute.<br/><br/>In the end, what came clearest to him was what he had felt upon meeting his "son" and "daughter."<br/>It was like seeing light at the end of a long tunnel, like seeing himself before he had worn the mask.<br/>But much like clinging to a spider's thread futilely in the dark pits of hell—<br/>"My dear Alain, my dear Mary-Ann... I was never close to you,"<br/>"And even at the end, I do not know how I could be a "father" to you."<br/>"But still, I do not wish to lose these memories of watching the two of you growing up..."<br/>—When he awoke from his stupor, all glories, all shame, all love and obsession — they had been dissolved in the waters.

22f61e58

2023-08-15T02:13:53.422Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.421Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

33442

UI_RelicIcon_15033_4

An ever-blooming flower shaped from larimar and shimmering silver. They say that this is still viewed as a symbol of resistance.

In the long years before the Many Waters converged, the golden authority inundated all like a roiling tide, and where the iron legion went, the barbarians surrendered wholly.<br/>The glorious world plated in gold was like a day without end, and just as the Harmosts steadfastly believed, the defeated people of bygone times submitted to the symphony of the new order...<br/>That is how it should have been. But that order which represents civilization, a rapturous melody unmatched by mortals, was halted in the savage north,<br/>The previously fractious tribes had united under the command of Aremorica's heir, and the fires of rebellion broke out across the empire's fragile borders...<br/><br/>This was the one later eulogized as "Lochknight": Opposing the omnipresent golden authority with a weak body of flesh and bone.<br/>The songstress who ruled over many tribes never considered herself a sovereign. Instead, she proclaimed herself an oracle who could hear the Queen of All Waters.<br/>In distant Capitolium, the sages turned up their noses at such absurdity, as though they were little more than the delirious ravings of children,<br/>Yet still her army swept through the warring tribes like a storm, convincing their fellow tribesmen at swordpoint to pledge themselves to the Queen of All Waters.<br/>Though the poems and plays of later generations have many versions of the Knight's pledge, there are two vows that run through every version like an indispensable thread:<br/>First, never draw your sword against those who pledge faith in Egeria. Second, never compromise in the face of evil (also written as: Do not tolerate even a trace of filth).<br/><br/>"We swear by the ever-blooming silver flower, that we will drive the golden usurper from the high sea, and wash away injustice with blood and tears"<br/>"We swear to protect the spirits arisen from pure water, to protect the blessings left behind by the Queen of All Waters, until the pure spring flows as before"<br/><br/>And thus did endless war spread like a plague, burning proud gold and untarnished silver alike.<br/>In the end, the Harmost's desire to end the conflict tragically turned into little more than a passing mirage, and furious vengeance like roaring waves surged towards an irreversible outcome.<br/>Until the light of salvation finally rose over the distant horizon, though it would never be reflected in the eyes of those who sought redemption...

2a0f53fb

2023-12-18T23:32:54.128Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.505Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

98432

UI_RelicIcon_15024_3

A pair of earrings made from a single piece of jade. It has a most gentle texture.

Chenyu Vale is home to many mountains, streams, and stories. Among these, the most famous is:<br/>A long time ago, there was a priceless gem that fell into the hands of a demon and was thrown into the waters where it sunk...<br/><br/>The wide river of a legend will oft produce many tributaries. One of these goes like this:<br/>This gem was once jade from a sacred mountain, carved into its current shape only by the hand of Rex Lapis himself.<br/>And the stone that had been lost to the waters may have been a lesser jade, or perhaps just a simple cup.<br/>Some even say that the "jade" in the tale is in fact an analogy for a beautiful person.<br/><br/>The legends even have it that people had once seen this:<br/><br/>Unnumbered carp with tails like gems in the sunlight,<br/>Having left the shackles of the lakes and rivers to which aquatic creatures are bound,<br/>Flying freely with the wind in the sky.<br/>So too did the pair of jade earrings belonging to a certain person change form.

17c0e06f

2024-03-12T00:08:39.876Z

2024-03-11T22:39:48.000Z

88340

UI_RelicIcon_15014_4

A flower born of the minerals and rocks of cliffside cracks. The way its petals blow in the wind makes it seem alive.

A flower that bloomed in a cliff's impregnable cleft.<br/>It is an exquisite life shaped by the essence of Geo.<br/><br/>There is a folk saying that goes thus:<br/>In times of yore, someone told the Lord of Geo that there was no life to be found in barren stone.<br/>Thus did the Lord of Geo command flowers of purest gold to burst forth from the face of an uneven rock.<br/><br/>Perhaps the Geo Archon did once work such a great wonder,<br/>Or perhaps this is but one of the many tales that shroud this ancient world.<br/>But the prosperous harbor that grew out of the lifeless mountains,<br/>And that braves the raging waves of the Sea of Clouds—<br/>Perhaps that was the brilliant flower, after all.

168e4dfc

2022-11-01T23:20:40.453Z

2022-09-06T00:04:08.000Z

91340

UI_RelicIcon_15017_4

A flower made from gold leaf. It represents the glories and honors attained by its wearer.

In an age when solemn songs were sung from the clifftops, a meteorite once fell into the Chasm.<br/>Out of the depths of the boundless night sky above, the iron meteorite plummeted to the ground, turning the earth to Glazed Sand Crystal on impact.<br/><br/>Though human life is fleeting, Rex Lapis personally ordered the Millelith to rush to the defense of the mines.<br/>As the Abyss flooded forth, the Millelith escorted countless civilians to safety.<br/>Miners tell tales of a small number of troops from the rearguard, who remained in the Chasm.<br/>Together with the nameless yaksha, they fought courageously until they, too, made the ultimate sacrifice among the jagged rocks.<br/><br/>In time, the names of both mortals and adepti alike were forgotten. In time, even the mountains and rivers change form.<br/>Yet there will never come a time when their honorable deeds shall be forgotten. Like this gold-leafed flower, they will shine on forever.<br/>500 years on, the harbor city remains as steadfastly peaceful today as the day the disaster was quelled.<br/>And still, the troops wear this golden flower with pride, in honor of the sacrifice made by their forebears.<br/>

1993e1fa

2022-11-01T23:20:40.630Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

97442

UI_RelicIcon_15023_4

An ancient memento. It still looks as alive as the being that preserved it several centuries ago.

Even the ancient cinnabar cliffs were once home to lovely blooming flowers.<br/>Even in the era when blackened blood flowed freely, they were not stained by even the smallest smidge of mud.<br/><br/>While the Millelith stands guard, evil shall never prevail. Even should the enemy be dark demons, this would not change.<br/>The silent mountain people and the steel moon constructed their peaceful camp.<br/><br/>"Oh daughter of the cliffs of Glazed Sand Crystal, weep not for me."<br/>"I was born in the shade of Tianheng, and I fight to repay Rex Lapis' mercy."<br/>"I entrust my life to the four-armed Yaksha, and we shall go into the glowing depths."<br/>"The shadowed road of the darkest pits we shall tread, we shall brave the stony crystal halls."<br/>"We will face the defilement arising from the depths, the twisted beasts that dwell there."<br/>"These horrors and their strangeness shall not put me to flight or fear."<br/><br/>The night wind interrupted the Millelith soldier's words, causing him to be unable to finish what he had to say.<br/>He simply left this small flower for that young daughter of the mountain tribe as a memento, a ward against forgetting.<br/><br/>"The only thing I truly fear is to be lost and forgotten."<br/>"Should ill fate dictate that I am to be buried in some nameless place, do not forget me."

1af2486a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.960Z

2022-09-06T00:04:17.000Z

29432

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An exquisitely-made monocle. Ancient anecdotes say that one might be able to see the future through it.

The heroes of different stories will naturally find different (expedient) holy swords, and they must also face different nemeses.<br/>But it is oft-said that heroes who live too long, live to become the evil dragon. And when many stories cross paths, perhaps one side's hero is another side's dragon.<br/>The tale that finally emerges will trend toward narratives that are easier to grasp — which is why heroes are heroes, and not evil dragons.<br/>That is why, for all their strength and schemes, the evil dragons will ultimately be defeated by the heroes wielding their holy swords.<br/><br/>And before the dragon falls into the chasm that dissolves all things, he will think of the times he once spent with the hero. And at last, he will say:<br/>"Yes, hatred shall not fill me. I know that you have not seen the sights I have, and that is why you wish to stop me."<br/>"The star-beasts shall drink the amniotic fluid of the world dry. A hundred years from then, all life on its surface shall be wiped away."<br/>"I will surely return to save all souls. Ten years, even a hundred years may pass, but I shall be reborn as a new universe."<br/><br/>But the hero, victorious over the dragon, will also lose the thing most precious to him during the hunt.<br/>He will never again believe in anything that the sum of human knowledge cannot completely grasp and understand,<br/>And to the end of his days, he shall conceive of a kingdom powered by machines and energies not derived from the elements.

1d106493

2023-04-10T22:21:31.633Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.632Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

97422

UI_RelicIcon_15023_2

A dimly lustrous pinion steeped in strong memories.

Legend has it that a hero once plucked an eagle's feather from atop the highest cliff of The Chasm.<br/>It is also said that those who could accomplish such a deed earned the right to die alongside the adepti.<br/><br/>"Going to one's death willingly in defense of the people... A good cause indeed."<br/>"Yet, if you think about it, this would be akin to a fish sinking into a deep pool or a bird plummeting into a forge."<br/>"I may yet achieve my own desire, but we shall go unknown, and ultimately unremembered."<br/>"Mortals like us are like feathers caught up in a whirlwind, floating into the deep sky."<br/>"Saving, defending... In the end, these are all pointless things, void of meaning."<br/><br/>These dark murmurings shook the hearts of those who would never make a name for themselves.<br/><br/>But the battle was over in the end, and many a soldier would rest eternally in the cavernous depths.<br/>The freakish cries of the dark forces were also silenced like fading ripples...<br/>And though mortal spans are short, the land will forever remember.

1836a9ae

2022-11-01T23:20:40.984Z

2022-09-06T00:04:17.000Z

21422

UI_RelicIcon_15026_2

This special feather was once used to weigh the hearts of the guilty, but it has since lost its original function.

"In the new world, everything shall be good."<br/>In ancient times, the edict of the high heavens descended into silence, and the land lost its master.<br/>The past, one of civilization and ease, was abandoned, submerged in choking darkness.<br/><br/>Later, the law, which even time could not reverse, would once again take the measure of all life in the desert.<br/>A feather to weigh hearts, and molten metal to measure divine wisdom, both ruling with selfless rationality.<br/>Obeying the judgment of the God King, the law rooted in blood would be carved upon the desert paradise.<br/>And when the ideals of governance were twisted by deep sorrow, the dignitaries became abettors,<br/>Ignoring the palace foundations even as they gradually sank into the quicksand, moving forward toward an insane, light-less future.<br/><br/>"All betrayals must be mercilessly judged,"<br/>"And the judgment must be utter devastation."<br/>Later, the rules would be corrupted by pride and become shackles,<br/>And the unfortunate citizenry would have their destinies chained by their God King's choice.

18f87a72

2022-09-06T00:05:09.576Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.161Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

88320

UI_RelicIcon_15014_2

A hard feather from a large seacliff hawk. The basalt tip of the feather sometimes glistens with a cool dew.

A feather left behind by the giant wings that flattened the mountains.<br/>Though its tip has long turned a deep black, this feather remains sharp as a naked blade.<br/><br/>They say that in ancient times, when the world was in turmoil, Rex Lapis uprooted mountains to create a giant bird of prey.<br/>The bird was carved out of rock and jade, and it soared above the ground the moment it had taken shape.<br/>Spiraling toward the heavens, it pierced through the clouds and flattened many stone peaks therein.<br/><br/>They say that the rock kite spread its wings and dived towards the ocean,<br/>Plummeting from the sky like a sharpened spear,<br/>Right into the heart of the sea, and the monsters within...<br/><br/>And they say that the pillars of stone that jut out from the ocean continue to attract birds to this day.

16d967e2

2023-01-16T21:14:18.618Z

2023-01-16T20:39:13.000Z

51120

UI_RelicIcon_10001_2

A blue arrow fletching imbued with the sentiment of travelers that had once faded into the horizon.

Hope was ripped to shreds by ruthless might, and promises of reunion disappeared like fleeting shadows.<br/>The wandering traveler had once against lost a place to call home.<br/><br/>The condescending evil stole his love's joy,<br/>And the endless conflict ground down his irreverent soul.<br/>Those gentle, playful rhythms of revelry,<br/>Now turned to sharp, icy clangs.<br/><br/>For his comrades, for his best friend, for the tables around which none would again share wine.<br/>For freedom, for life, and for revenge against the evil that had taken her smile.<br/>Thus resolved, the traveler plucked his last string, and fired his final arrow.<br/><br/>As he grew accustomed to life in this foreign land, he gazed up at the azure sky.<br/>Ah, so the sky here was the same as the one back in his homeland...<br/>

16ae71d7

2022-11-01T23:20:39.388Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

30412

UI_RelicIcon_15030_1

An opulent wine goblet that was once filled with nectar and honeydew, but is empty today.

After the mistress of the orchard passed, the queen of grass and trees cut ties with the sea of sand.<br/>Forsaking mad love and majesty, she chose to return to the rainforest and take up the path of defending life...<br/>Thus did new life emerge from the forest, thus did the sages make a stir, and thus was a home fashioned.<br/>Wild fantasy leads to inexorable death, and the metaphor of death cautions mortals.<br/><br/>The Khvarena of the flowers were born of the most exuberant of banquets and the purest of delights,<br/>And within them was not to be found the tartness of asceticism, or the rank stench of authority.<br/>Her final fate was inescapable death, to wither and dry up...<br/>Only the Lord of Wisdom could learn from such, so as to properly safeguard and use it.<br/><br/>"But do not forget my great mistress's prophecy, for it was she who sent me unto you."<br/>"Folly shall yet not kill mortals, but the wild tide of darkness from beyond this world will sweep all away still."<br/>"I am the final remnant of my mistress. I am the floral essence that cleanses all."<br/>"Should I join with the purest water, I shall burst, even as the pomegranates do, into countless rays of light."<br/><br/>And thus was the divine bird Simurgh born from the Khvarena of the flowers,<br/>Staying by her master's side for a time before flying to the flowery sea...

1b314b56

2023-04-10T22:21:31.720Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.719Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

34452

UI_RelicIcon_15034_5

A sand timepiece that the witch relied on in the story. Legend has it that if you recite the wrong incantation over it, time will suddenly flow exceptionally quickly.

...<br/>"If there was a magic pen... What would you write, Pie? Lots and lots of doggie biscuits?"<br/>The girl put down the book and scratched Pie behind the ears. The dog happily wagged its tail in response.<br/>"Oh! You can't write, can you, Pie? Then I'll write for you. Other than lots of doggie biscuits, we'd also..."<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>"How risible! As though a blue ribbon was something rare!" The young girl threw the guests out without hesitation, tossing their gifts into a corner. Sure, she had once been fascinated by ribbons blue as kingfishers, but now, such things could no longer hold her interest.<br/>"Poor child!" Her mother sighed.<br/>The girl was tired of her mother's preaching. Though her luck had been with her for but a short while, she had already easily obtained wealth, and the ease with which she won people's hearts she took for granted. This world naturally revolved around her, did it not? Such thoughts came to her more than once.<br/>"You're my mother. Why can't you love me like the others do?"<br/>Perhaps I don't need a mother that doesn't love me, the girl thought.<br/>And so, the girl left her home and family behind her. From then on, she could enjoy the good fortune bestowed by magic, with no need to be troubled by the remonstrations of conscience.<br/>She traveled until no scenery felt novel, and no sumptuous meal could make her feel grateful. Her life was like a never-ending ball. Guests came and left, but none tarried on the dance floor too long.<br/>She sometimes deliberately mistreated those she called "friends," but no matter how rude her behavior had been, the next day, all was forgiven with smiles all around, and they loved her as much as before.<br/>All only gave to her, and none asked for anything in return.<br/>...

2105b0f3

2023-12-18T23:32:54.245Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.750Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

36422

UI_RelicIcon_15036_2

A tail feather ornament whose luster has long faded. The patterns on it are said to have been etched by the hand of a skilled artisan from long ago.

"Whosoever lays eyes upon the turquoise-adorned carvings shall have their minds and souls seized by the ingenuity of their design,<br/>Whosoever lays eyes upon the intricate golden inscriptions shall be profoundly moved by the artist's outstanding craftsmanship."<br/><br/>The young girl obeyed the commands of the youth to whom she was deeply bonded, seeking out traces of the renowned craftsman among the rumors that flew about in the streets.<br/>Yet she found nothing amidst the palatial courtyards and the feasts of the nobility.<br/>Thoroughly vexed by this, she took out the ornamental golden feather, and stared into the dim light, recalling the face of her late father.<br/>To the side, a drunkard with half his face hidden behind his cowl opened his mouth coldly, recounting the origin of the patterns adorning the feather.<br/><br/>Who would have thought the maker of such beautiful accessories would be a beggar of horrifying visage, loitering about a dilapidated tavern?<br/>The scars of having been burnt by a raging blaze marred the half of his face that was hidden under a hat, the flesh a melted slurry of blood.<br/>But the girl felt no fear, and after recovering from her surprise, she handed the accessory to him.<br/>On that night, his eyes upon the ornament whose light had long faded, he told her of things long lost in that land,<br/>The story of the emerald-colored quetzal with a long tail, of the time when he had been tasked with making something for one respected by all...<br/><br/>"That was my father, but he was condemned for protecting the tribe's Saurians, and his life was taken from him."<br/>The girl's voice was cold. The craftsman saw the same hatred he nursed burning within her eyes.<br/><br/>"Then I shall gladly serve you...r lord," he said, before she had even spoken of her purpose.<br/>In his heart, he was actually willing to serve her, but that was not something he needed to say.<br/>For he could see that at this time, someone else already occupied the girl's heart.

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2024-04-23T00:38:38.765Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.764Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

59150

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Even after the crystal watch face was shattered and the hands lost, its former owner kept it until the end.

The aristocrat acquired this pocket watch back in his youth.<br/>This delicate timepiece recorded every moment of his childhood.<br/>But tragedy brought his carefree days to an abrupt end.<br/>The aristocrat was forced into a long and lonesome exile.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.597Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

59110

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A dull goblet made of a heavy metal. It was once inlaid with gemstones, but they have since been stripped off.

This silver goblet is a family heirloom of an exiled aristocrat. The exterior was once inlaid with a gem engraved with his family crest.<br/>But after the exile had brought shame to his family, he carved out the symbol of which he was once proud.<br/>As a result, this cup is broken and can no longer hold liquid.<br/>But the exile still carries it with him until the end of his journey.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.600Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

59140

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A withered flower worn on the shirt. Its former owner insisted on wearing it even in exile, so it must mean something.

It all happened before the exiled aristocrat was involved in the family feud.<br/>This flower bloomed before the first blood was shed.<br/>Having witnessed the cruelty of humanity, the exile left his kindness and gentleness in the past.<br/>But this faded flower and the innocent smile he once had will always be his treasure.<br/>

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2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

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Not an actual accessory per se. Just a random bird feather that was found somewhere in the wilderness by the exile.

Through plains and forests, the exile traveled alone in the wild.<br/>Through thick layers of dark clouds, an azure feather fell on his shoulder.<br/>The feather came from a panicked bird escaping from the falcon, just like the exile.<br/>The feather represents the spirit of a nestless, free bird, just like the exile.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.594Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

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A prestigious circlet. However, the royal insignia has been scratched out, and it is no longer the symbol of distinguished status that it once was.

As a child, the exile lived in a noble house. His childhood was carefree, and his playground was a palace built with silver.<br/>In the times of old, the circlet of his father was a symbol of gentility and nobility.<br/>However, years later, a family feud painted the collapsing palace blood-red.<br/>The circlet became the evidence of the exile's crime and has been with the exile ever since.<br/>

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.608Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z