Artifacts

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A cloth garment worn at the forehead. Though soaked in sweat and covered in dust, it still beams with an adventurer's pride.

There is nothing special about this green bandana, save that the fabric is rather robust and highly absorbent.<br/>Just like the bandana, its wearer was an unexceptional, ordinary person.<br/>But countless secrets lie hidden in the stars high up above and the abyss deep down below.<br/>All of these things are awaiting discovery by mere mortals.<br/>

14272291

2022-11-01T23:20:39.628Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

60140

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A resilient flower that survived the harsh environment of an ancient city. It is now proudly worn like a medal.

The ambitious adventurer came across this resilient flower in the depths of a gloomy ruin.<br/>Moved by the sight of life sprouting in defiance of a lifeless land, he almost forgot about the treasures buried deep in the ruin.<br/>After pausing to ponder it for a while, the adventurer plucked the flower, wore it as a brooch, and ventured forth into the darkness.<br/>

142bdfaa

2023-12-18T23:37:28.857Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

60110

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The spoils of one of an adventurer's many expeditions. Though a little damaged, it is still an excellent find.

An old, golden goblet that the adventurer used to drink water. It is said that he found it in an old ruin.<br/>The exterior is engraved with ancient symbols and inlaid with a faded gemstone.<br/>Eventually, the adventurer bid farewell to the nomadic lifestyle.<br/>This old, golden goblet was traded in for new, shiny Mora.<br/>

13feae24

2022-11-01T23:20:39.625Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

60150

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It's easy to lose track of time when you're adventuring where the sun doesn't shine, whether that's the depths of the abyss or the ruins of a lost city.

A pocket watch that once belonged to an adventurer. It was crafted by a master watchmaker with simplicity and practicality in mind, aligning with the philosophy of the Adventurers' Guild.<br/>The adventurer spent most of his days in darkness. The rhythmic sound of its moving hands was the only proof he had of the passage of time.<br/>Long after he had grown accustomed to a normal life, having given up the adventurer lifestyle he once loved so dearly, <br/>this forgotten pocket watch still sat quietly in the cabinet, waiting for its next adventure.<br/>

156dcdad

2022-11-01T23:20:39.622Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

60120

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The feather of an exotic bird rarely seen on this continent.

An adventurer once traveled through a forest in search of rare beasts never seen before.<br/>As he tore his way recklessly through the foliage, the adventurer tripped on a tree root.<br/>When he regained consciousness, he saw a girl so beautiful that he was willing to give up the adventurer's life to be with her.<br/>Her appearance was surreal, with a cluster of feathers adorning her hair.<br/>

1419a364

2022-11-01T23:20:39.617Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

28432

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A crown inlaid with amethyst and emerald. It seems to have been the headgear worn by ancient priests of the Goddess of Flowers.

In a bygone time of which only the Jinn sing, the Lord of Flowers once met the King of the Red Sands.<br/>In an age where kings vied against one another for power, King Deshret allowed his throne to be shared with two others.<br/><br/>The Jinn bequeathed a throne inlaid with emeralds and rubies to celebrate the union between the three friends.<br/>In honor of the eternal oasis and the flourishing Padisarahs, the Lord of Flowers wore an amethyst crown.<br/><br/>"But 'eternity' is ultimately a lie. Intoxication and love could only grind memories down to broken dreams."<br/>"You once asked me why I always sigh. Tonight, while the moon is bright, let me speak to you of things long past..."<br/><br/>"It was a faraway time of calm and peace. Divine envoys spoke openly with the people then, bringing them the word from the heavens..." <br/>"But, in time, invaders descended from beyond the firmament, bringing with them destruction, overturning rivers, spreading plagues..."<br/>"And though the invaders brought war to my former kin, they also brought about illusions that could break through shackles to the land."<br/>"But the master of the heavens, consumed by fear for the rising tide of delusion and breakthroughs, sent down the divine nails to mend the land, laying waste to the mortal realm..."<br/>"We then suffered the torment of exile. Stripped was our connection to heaven, to our powers of enlightenment..."<br/><br/>"Since the disaster, I have long been cursed to never again look upon the heavens. It is my fortune that I have been able to maintain myself till now..."<br/>"But my home calls to me nigh-constantly, even as a disaster between the stars and the abyss grows ever emergent on the surface of the crystals."<br/>"Heed my warnings: seek not the Master of the Four Shades, and inquire not of the mysteries of the sky and the abyss."<br/>"Otherwise, as shown by the nail of retribution, certain calamity and sorrow shall follow."<br/><br/>However, King Deshret disagreed with the warnings of his partner, silently swearing his intent to transgress.<br/>Wiping clean the tears of his companion beneath the moon's gaze, he spoke then of his own desires to the Goddess of Flowers...<br/>

261e223d

2022-12-05T22:52:51.477Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.472Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

28452

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These sands no longer move no matter how you tilt the hourglass, now and forever defying the drift of time itself.

In a bygone time of which only the Jinn could sigh, the Lord of the Desert built a cemetery for his beloved.<br/>With the gems beneath the deep sands as a power source and the aid of the Jinn, he built an eternal oasis.<br/><br/>Eons later, the legend of the "Eternal Oasis" spread amongst the wandering tribes of the desert.<br/>Wanderers claim that it is a place of ever-flourishing greenery, ruled by the slumbering Goddess of Flowers.<br/>Wanderers say that Ferigees, last mother of the Jinn, guards the grand gates to the oasis,<br/>Blessing every mortal that comes before her with unwavering tenderness, be they good or ill...<br/><br/>The matriarchs of the Tanit, Uzza, Shimti, and other tribes besides all refer to themselves as "Daughters of the Flower Goddess."<br/>With faith as their foundation and united by blood, they are further joined by mutual imaginations of the fabled Padisarah garden.<br/>The scattered, struggling tribes of the desert seek the Eternal Oasis and endless knowledge.<br/><br/>Just as the prophecy left by their goddess foretold, even after the scouring of civilization, humanity yet survives by their tenacity...<br/>Even deprived of the guidance of gods, even if they were forced to unite via the memory of a goddess long dead, <br/>This tear-sated desert of salt has been unable to halt humanity's tread, unable to stop them from searching for the immortal lie that is the "Eternal Oasis."<br/><br/>"My lord... why do you command the dunes to stop flowing? Why do you bray at the winds to stop them from blowing?"<br/>"Just like this hourglass. Should these crystal sands mingle into a congealed whole, what would be the meaning of its existence then?"<br/>"Eternity is no paradise, but something that is nigh-impossible to deconstruct, an obstinate stain that cannot be mended."<br/>"Those who bloom like flowers, die like flowers, and rise again with the seasons like flowers can never be troubled by the likes of 'death.'"<br/><br/>Once, in a moment in time, the three companions engaged in idle chatter, their words seized by the flowing winds of the desert and carried across the annals of time...<br/>Somewhere in a faraway desert, the imaginings of a time-petrified oasis remains in the minds' of a tribe,<br/>Yet these rootless wandering people continue the cycle of life and death amidst the flowing sands of the dunes...<br/>

286d6139

2022-12-05T22:52:51.402Z

2023-01-16T21:14:18.799Z

2023-01-16T20:39:14.000Z

30452

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An ancient timepiece upon which the light of Khvarena gleams. It is filled with a pure liquid that appears alive.

"I shall give you a shard of Khvarena, my friend. Keep her close, and keep her safe."<br/>"She comes from the wisdom of the flowers and the veins of the skies, and in her is the pure essence of life."<br/>"Khvarena is a point in the flower's heart, a single drop of light in a sea of sweet dew."<br/>"Please treasure my gift, until the day when the dark abyss rises to drown all life..."<br/><br/>The leaves and flowers passed the distant fable between them, and it was remembered by the fruits and seeds.<br/>When the mistress of flowers had withered into dust, when the master of the desert had been led astray by a false dream,<br/>When the tyrants had been buried beneath the ever-shifting dunes and their ambitions were extinguished,<br/>When all that had come from the soil was returned to the golden sands, and that which had come from the flowing wind was given over to the rainforest...<br/>The queen of the grass and trees watched the world change quietly, remembering her earnest covenant with those who had fallen.<br/><br/>"Please protect this Khvarena for me, my companion, my friend whom I love."<br/>"When we are gone, the mortals shall wander, lost, like infants newly taken from their swaddling,"<br/>"Fragile, yet sufficiently strong to conquer the wild winds, the searing flames, and their own imperfections."<br/>"But that which I fear is not the disasters I can predict, but rather the chaotic darkness..."<br/>"Only the evil of this darkness and the threat of 'death' can crush the buds."<br/><br/>When the gilded sand had devoured the paradise of the past, the queen of trees and grass arose to fulfill that ancient agreement.<br/>Heeding the will of the Khvarena, she created for her a beauteous form, fashioning for her a life that was lovely beyond compare—<br/>That was Simurgh, the divine bird, in whose form could be seen the vivid hues of countless birds, and in whose song was the song of numerous flowers...<br/>The final dream of the oasis was gathered into one body, and transformed into the pure, bright, endless sea of flowers hidden within the divine bird's body.

256c9bba

2023-04-10T22:21:31.695Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.693Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

35422

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A feather accessory carved in the shape of the wings of the golden bees of legend. They seem to flutter with the slightest breeze.

It was the age when the song of enlightenment spread throughout the High Sea, and desolate islands and forests began to flourish.<br/>The Philharmonic God built a great tower in Meropis, gathering the scattered to build a new nation.<br/>The horns of abundance blessed the land with fertility, and an endless maritime parade connected the islands as one.<br/>It was an era that should have been blessed with peace, so why, then, is the principal singer's voice strained with sorrow?<br/><br/>"Just as you foretold, I have become a glorious king, bringing cultured civilization to the people.<br/>I have bestowed peace unto the ocean, and govern the land with justice, spreading order and progress to every corner of the earth.<br/>Yet the more prosperous my new, glorious realm grew, the more mournful and perplexed I became.<br/>The prophesied glory will continue for a century, and then? The seeds of destruction are taking root."<br/><br/>"O Glorious King! I have said it before, oceans will rise, empires will fall, and change is the nature of things. Such is the law of Fortuna.<br/>Whether penurious or prosperous, we are enslaved by destiny. We ascend to the throne, we fall to the dust.<br/>The unfeeling wheel of fate turns, and no matter how mightily you might struggle, you cannot change the inevitable end.<br/>Just like a thrilling drama, no matter the twists and turns, the ending was written before the curtain rose. Why should this sadden us?"<br/><br/>Though fully aware that eternity was a foolish fantasy and immortality a blind delusion,<br/>The King of the peoples of the High Sea could not abide the dark future foretold.<br/><br/>"When the fated time of judgment comes, the merciless waves will devour fleeting glory and happiness.<br/>Though I can see the future that will inevitably arrive, I lack the ancient, sacred wisdom to explore the cause that demands this destruction."<br/>"But I know, in the deepest depths of the lightless sea, in the realm where the Primordial Waters yet surge, the Mistress of Many Waters lies imprisoned.<br/><br/>As the prophecy foretells that the endless waves will swallow your nation, perhaps she may have answers..."

25f4fbbc

2024-04-23T00:38:38.685Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.684Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

20452

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Such timepieces are used by those who dedicate themselves to the way of the wise. These timepieces do not contain lifeless sand, but instead play host to tiny mustard seeds.

The ancient legends say that the lord of the forest was immortal,<br/>As they at life's end would melt into the forest,<br/>Their claws would become metal and wood, and their stripes would become an endless maze,<br/>And their smoldering eyes would become the moon in both the sky and the water.<br/>All things that die will gain new life in some other form.<br/>All things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots.<br/><br/>"But those souls who had been destroyed by death, memories that are eternally lost,"<br/>"Is there a place for them in the cycle of life and death?"<br/><br/>"The soul is a void concept, and memories must one day return to the land."<br/>"What is there to worry about if something that was always void were to fade away?"<br/>"Rather, remind and support one another, such that everyone's image will be remembered forever."<br/>"Thus shall we defeat the natural cycle of life and death, and preserve memory forever!"<br/><br/>Much later, the friends who had agreed to remind one another would be infected with the wicked disease of forgetfulness.<br/>According to the image of the three people and three spirits that had not been wholly forgotten,<br/>And the records and conjectures left behind by the mad scientist who was expelled by the academy,<br/>The dream had to be captured — along with the inhabitants of the forest who could control dreams,<br/>To remind that friend once again of one's own form and the memories that were shared.<br/><br/>If the organ that governs memory has taken too much damage and cannot be healed,<br/>Then bring another old friend and dwell in dreams of the past together,<br/>Play in a small tree house, and explore the limitless depth of the jungle.<br/>Yes, that would be nice as well. For in dreams, everyone has a chance to start over.<br/><br/>But first, those dream spirits must be captured.<br/>Those sellswords once did much for me.<br/>I trust they will not disappoint this time, either.

241a0e75

2022-09-06T00:05:09.427Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.136Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

28442

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An amethyst bloom that has been beautifully sculpted in the image of an ancient, extinct flower.

In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens.<br/>Her magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds...<br/><br/>Legend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights...<br/>Her heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries.<br/>Thence, those streams flowed into verdant gardens, from which sprouted night-blue water lilies.<br/>Water lilies are the mothers of the Jinn, and the Jinn were birthed from intoxicating dreams and the bitter memories of loss.<br/><br/>The first Jinn were creatures of wisdom. They indulged in innocent dreams and love just as sweet.<br/>To thank their creator, the infantile Jinn took their mistress by the arm and granted her a laurel wreath of wild chrysanthemums. <br/><br/>"Oh, Lord of Flowers, master of the garden, we beg of thee — stay, leave us not!"<br/>"Yes. Please, dream-mother, mistress of forgetting and wine, we beg of you — remain queen of this garden."<br/><br/>As so, detained by the gentleness of the Jinn, the exiled goddess remained in this garden of flowers.<br/>Gorgeous purple flowers bearing semblance to the moon bloomed wherever she stopped by. They were named "Padisarah."<br/>

1c8ba507

2022-12-05T22:52:51.340Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.339Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

77320

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An azure arrow fletching that has neither faded nor splintered with the passage of time. The sound of running water seems to linger around it.

An azure arrow fletching that has survived the test of time.<br/>The fletching seems to produce a tune as the arrow flies through air.<br/><br/>The harpist of the troupe was also a skilled archer.<br/>Legend has it that he could lure the birds in the sky with his harp and then shoot them down with his arrows.<br/>It is said that he never looked at the sky while he was playing the harp to lure the birds.<br/>Some believed the reason was his harpist's arrogance, while his companion said it was his hunter's mercy.<br/><br/>The ill-fated birds became the fletching of the harpist's arrows,<br/>and the sound of the harp became the birds' elegy.<br/>

15e3be0b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.233Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

55130

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A hideous iron mask that has been left half-shattered from vicious battles.

Bathed in the flames that devoured his homeland, the berserker's face was no longer recognizable.<br/>The iron mask became joined with his flesh, permanently branding his face with a heartless countenance.<br/>Then, in a fierce battle, his horrifying mask was split into two by his opponent.<br/>The cracks of the mask tore apart the flesh that had long stuck to it.<br/>But neither pain nor blood could stop the berserker's unfaltering footsteps.<br/>The berserker kept roaring until the fresh blood covered the black clots hardened on his face.<br/>

14ee602c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.509Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

55110

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A goblet made from the bone of an unknown beast. It was taken as a trophy after some deadly encounter.

The bloodthirsty berserker ravaged the lands, fighting humans and monsters alike, and even challenged the gods.<br/>In a barren and lifeless land, he encountered a giant monster.<br/>His iron mask could not conceal his rage, and so an endless fight ensued.<br/>Hours, days, and years passed. The monster was finally defeated.<br/>The berserker sucked out the marrow of the monster's broken horn. This was how the victor drank to his success.<br/>

147fc7a3

2022-11-01T23:20:39.503Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

55120

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An indigo feather from a legendary raven, part of which has been dyed crimson red.

The once-sane berserker's homeland fell victim to the raging war between gods and mortals.<br/>The rose garden burst into flames and birds of omen fed on the flesh of his countrymen.<br/>Reborn in flames, vengeance and bloodlust took over the warrior's mind, turning him into a berserker.<br/>Black feathers, scattered on the battlefield, were painted red by his rage as he took his revenge.<br/>

14328897

2022-11-01T23:20:39.488Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

55140

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An exquisite flower that has been dyed red. It represents the qualities of the Berserker.

In the days before the berserker descended into madness, he would sometimes pause in the rose garden for a moment to himself.<br/>He had never had a family, nor had he a lover, or a friend.<br/>When he was not on the battlefield, he would come here to tend to the fragile flowers in the garden with all his heart,<br/>as if the crimson flowers buried in the thorns were the only warmth he could cling to.<br/>

1438d2ce

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

55150

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An instrument with an eternal flow that continues mercilessly within, reminding the Berserker of the limited time he has left — both on the battlefield as well as in the world.

The end inevitably comes for all, even the seemingly invincible berserker.<br/>As the blood on his hands finally dried up, the berserker's footsteps began to falter.<br/>His life was destined to end the moment he met his last challenger on the battlefield.<br/>On the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, his hourglass was painted red by the setting sun.<br/>

14a675cf

2022-11-01T23:20:39.495Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

82320

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A raven feather pinned to a knight's cape. Countless bloodstains have dyed it pitch black.

One of the countless raven feathers stuck to the Bloodstained Knight.<br/>For where there is blood, ravens shall follow.<br/><br/>In the end the Bloodstained Knight could no longer tell<br/>whether the blood that stained him was his own or that of his enemies.<br/><br/>Eventually, on his long journey filled with bloodshed, he came to a realization:<br/>His path of so-called chivalry had turned him from the white knight he used to be into the monster he had now become.<br/>His only followers were the ravens drawn to the bloodshed he left in his wake.<br/>

15139056

2022-11-01T23:20:40.382Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

82310

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The dark metallic vessel owned by the Bloodstained Knight. Its exterior has been stained as black as the night by smoke and coagulated blood.

Originally an exquisite silver goblet with gold engravings depicting the feats of a chivalrous knight.<br/>But blood and smoke have stained the cup beyond recognition.<br/><br/>Covered in blood, the knight who slayed demons returned from the scourged battlefield,<br/>Only to find that those awaiting his rescue were nowhere to be found among the burning, collapsed houses.<br/><br/>Defeated, the Bloodstained Knight took the smoke-blackened goblet,<br/>and vowed to rid the world of monsters, of poverty and of evil.<br/>

1531e889

2022-11-01T23:20:40.409Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

82350

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A timepiece once used by a knight. The liquid inside has dried up, rendering it useless.

Deep in the abyss, where celestial bodies cast no light,<br/>the Bloodstained Knight kept this timepiece, though time had lost all meaning.<br/><br/>At an end was the Bloodstained Knight's story,<br/>for he realized there was no place for him on this earth.<br/>He ventured into the fallen ancient kingdom, and died in battle in the monsters' lair.<br/>At the bottom of the world, he learned the origin of the monsters that destroyed the ancient kingdom.<br/><br/>"The ancient kingdom was wrongfully cursed,"<br/>"Turning its inhabitants into monsters."<br/>"The code of chivalry tolerates not such injustice."<br/>"If Abyss be thy name, I pledge to you my loyalty."<br/>

15b2e5b1

2022-11-01T23:20:40.387Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

82340

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A dried flower stained black with blood and now as hard as steel. Probably some sort of a memento for its former master.

A common white flower given to the knight by a rescued damsel.<br/>It is dried and hardened by the blood from all his bloodshed.<br/><br/>Thanking him for his valor, the damsel offered a reward.<br/>He turned down all she gave, save for a pure white flower.<br/><br/>"For a knight, chivalry is its own reward."<br/>"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need."<br/><br/>He wore the flower upon his heart.<br/>Like his armor, it was stained as black as a winter's night.<br/>Like his heart, it was hardened like a tempered blade.<br/>

151746d4

2022-11-01T23:20:40.369Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

82330

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The iron mask the knight used to conceal their identity. Many have speculated about the face behind the mask.

A luxurious platinum mask that once belonged to a knight of noble birth.<br/>The dark stains of dry blood are now a permanent part of its appearance.<br/><br/>As the Bloodstained Knight reached out to help a person in need after slaying the monster,<br/>The way she cowered in fear made the knight realize:<br/>He was now a monster himself.<br/>Tainted by the blood and cruelty of his drawn-out war.<br/><br/>"Shield me from the eyes"<br/>"Of those I vowed to protect."<br/>"And shield them from the horrors I am bound to effect."<br/>

14febade

2022-11-01T23:20:40.416Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

95442

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A small golden ornament with six petals that shall never wilt. It symbolizes the transience of mortal glories.

What he saw in his dream was a phantom dancing to the music under the moonlight,<br/>Just like the young man in the distant past, who was akin to a blank sheet of paper,<br/>And like a pure yet fragile persona,<br/>Emerging once the resentment and suffering had dissipated.<br/><br/>The wanderer did not know that he had any faculties for dreaming,<br/>Thinking that this must have been the researchers' little trick,<br/>Or perhaps it was the infinitesimal resistance of that bygone heart.<br/><br/>"You once acquired the 'heart' that you always dreamed of,"<br/>"But it was but a mere prop for lies and deception."<br/>"Now, you will finally obtain what belongs to you,"<br/>"And this false construct of a body can at last aspire to power over this world."<br/><br/>"Yet, this is all but a fleeting dream of glory."<br/>"And it will all one day drift away amidst the sighs of a suffering earth..."<br/>Was it a "him" from the past who said this? Or "him" from the future?<br/>The vagrant cared not, for when he awakened,<br/>It was not he, but that ethereal future that dissipated.

18b0541a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.797Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

71330

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The crown of an ancient hero who dreamt of conquering the cold. It is proof of its former master's bravery in facing the bone-chilling cold of winter.

The hero set out on his journey, bearing the tiny hopes that the entombed city still had for salvation.<br/>Donning his winter crown, he marched purposefully away, disappearing into the boundless snowstorm.<br/><br/>Bearing his agreement with the mountain city, bearing their clear-eyed gazes, the hero never once feared the unknown beyond the icy curtain.<br/>The once-lush mountainside and the blessings that now no longer fell from the skies — these were the hero's motivation to carry on no matter what.<br/><br/>"Past the ice-sealed door, walking down the corridors to the depths,"<br/>"He will break off a branch of silver-white, and bring hope to the snowy land."<br/><br/>The maiden sang these songs to comfort her people, and she nursed her memories of him.<br/>She believed that he would return to her, with genial springtime and unshakeable hope in his train.<br/><br/>But in the end, the hero who stepped out into the snow would not return in time.<br/>He would stand accused of flight by hateful words long ground to dust amid the snowstorms...<br/>

196f5f95

2022-11-01T23:20:39.726Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

95412

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A gourd that has been adorned with powdered gold and black paint. Its original color can no longer be discerned, but its main use seems to be as a performance prop.

Amenoma, Futsu, Isshin, Hyakume, Senju.<br/>These were, once upon a time, the five branches of the Raiden Gokaden,<br/>But today, only Amenoma still maintains its line of succession.<br/>While the Isshin line can just barely be said to have extant descendants.<br/>In the eyes of the people, this is just the natural result of the ravages of time.<br/>They never once suspected that such sudden falls from grace might have some hidden mystery behind them.<br/><br/>The wanderer would never admit to this.<br/>He would never admit that he had done this as an act of revenge against the bladesmith.<br/>Nor would he ever mention the truth,<br/>That he had abandoned his schemes halfway because they had suddenly become dull.<br/>He would only say, in that tone of voice he had learned from a certain researcher:<br/>"It was all just a little experiment into human nature."<br/><br/>In Inazuma's traditional theater, there is a certain character known as "Kunikuzushi."<br/>Such characters are often schemers and usurpers of nations.<br/>At the end of his wanderings, he chose this name as an act of his own will.<br/>And as for the name he had once used, even he no longer remembered it.<br/><br/>It is a norm in Inazuma's traditional theater to join the names of a play's three acts together to form the play's name.<br/>For example, "Sumirezome," "Sangetsu," and "Kogetsukan" come together,<br/>Thus forming the play "Sumirezome Sangetsu Kogetsukan."<br/>Perhaps a day will come when this body's adventures, its experiences,<br/>Will become tales to be passed along by mortals, distant memories that flow through the ley lines.<br/>But for now, his third act is still ongoing.

1f6f035b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.825Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

93432

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A well-preserved ceremonial fox mask. A small, enigmatic smile ever graces its lips.

A bright and elegant festival mask that once belonged to a certain miko.<br/>A faint smile curls the edges of the mask's lips, but there is no real light in its eyes.<br/><br/>I've spent much time training at the Grand Shrine, and I must say that I've matured a lot.<br/>At the very least, I'm not as foolish as I was when I was young, and I'm more independent now.<br/>But for some reason, the more I grow, the more Lady Saiguu's face seems to fall under a shadow.<br/>What emerges on her face is not anxiety nor fear, but rather a sorrowful reluctance...<br/><br/>"Life is full of uncertainty. Love is fleeting, and even lasting memories may be lost."<br/>"Losing one's memory is no different from losing one's life. It is like death amidst darkness eternal."<br/><br/>This time, even a faint smile could not conceal her sorrow.<br/>Though this is a festive day, it seems more like a farewell.<br/><br/>"Right, then. Why don't you tell me about the idiot Konbumaru?"<br/>"What's wrong? Still afraid that an old hag like me will steal him from you?"

18316b98

2022-11-01T23:20:40.718Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

91320

UI_RelicIcon_15017_2

A falcon feather worn on ceremonial occasions. It displays the dignity and resolve of Liyue Harbor to the outside world.

As a mark of military service, the Millelith use the feathers of high-altitude birds of prey to adorn their uniforms.<br/>These tail feathers are only worn on ceremonial occasions. They boost the morale of the citizenry and fill visiting outlanders with a sense of awe.<br/><br/>It is said that in its inception, this ceremonial custom was inspired by the nameless yaksha.<br/>In the heat of battle, when the yaksha was engaged in fierce combat with the Abyss, some of its plumage was stripped away. The feathers that fell to the ground were seen as a symbol of hope.<br/>In the end, the brave yaksha and fearless citizenry would sink into an exhausted slumber in the dark lair of the enemy.<br/>Rex Lapis was moved by their sacrifice and observed a prolonged vow of silence among the low murmuring of the mountain stone.<br/>The people claim that the nameless yaksha that defended The Chasm was not, in fact, under the command of Rex Lapis.<br/>Instead, they believe that it was an act of redemption from a longstanding sin... a price paid for cowardice and dereliction of duty.<br/><br/>Whatever the truth of the matter, the yaksha that had once soared through celestial heights had now returned to a free existence amongst the clouds.<br/>As for the soldiers, trapped in eternal slumber in the depths of The Chasm... their legend continues to evolve with the flow of time.

1bc0f486

2022-11-01T23:20:40.635Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

98412

UI_RelicIcon_15024_1

This teacup forever overflows with fresh water. Perhaps it was a gift from an adeptus, one of their relics, or just something they left behind.

This was originally a gift from a friend, linked to a small realm within.<br/>The spring within the chalice would never dry up, making it a fine place to temporarily stay.<br/>It could hold a reflection of the sun and moon, and could play host to swimming fish.<br/><br/>Compared to the ill-fate accorded to the Yaksha, she believed that she was luckier by far.<br/>But the price for inheriting the ancient rites was to never spend much time on land.<br/>In those days, the sweet waters did not flow across Liyue in such abundance.<br/>The harbor-city beneath the mountains and the gathering in the plains was, to her, a distant dream.<br/>But that person, ever afraid of trouble, decided to set off with this teacup in hand.<br/><br/>This "Liyue Harbor" she spoke of would almost certainly be as full of flaws as a village ceremony.<br/>This journey would surely be full of arguments, struggle, and many troubles.<br/>She knew that they both quite enamored with their gifts of the gab, but much less with crowds.<br/>Nowhere else in this world could you find two adepti as small as they, envious and fearing prosperity in equal measure.<br/><br/>"But we had promised each other many things in the past, and this is very good."<br/>As they were to leave, she thought thus.<br/>"Well, at least this trip will be interesting. I can introduce her to some other old friends."<br/><br/>Later, the brazier and tea kettle would come into common use, and the teacup's shape, too, was taken up by people.<br/>And thus did everyone become able to have the moon on their desk and hold it in their palms.

1e2054e5

2022-11-01T23:20:41.076Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

34432

UI_RelicIcon_15034_3

The lady's hat favored by the witch in the story. She loved this piece of headwear for how it weaves together solemnity and playfulness.

...<br/>Pie, bored to death, yawned.<br/>"I think the story's almost over, so just wait a bit longer, okay?"<br/>She turned to the next page...<br/><br/>"Even so, I still wish to choose the more difficult path."<br/>Just like those distant winter nights, she fell asleep in her mother's arms, listening to those stories she had nearly forgotten, yet never tired of hearing. The heroes of the stories always had to endure countless hardships before reaching their destination, but the prices they paid and things they lost along the way only made the hard-won rewards all the more precious.<br/>"In the mirror, I saw that everyone no longer loved me, and maybe even detested me. Even just getting them to smile at me once more would be unimaginably difficult... But that is the real world. Full of changes and unpredictable."<br/>"No, you can't! The fortune the magic gave you has to make you happy, otherwise..."<br/>"What are you so worried about? Even if you stop loving me like the others after the magic fades, I will still love all of you. Like the protagonists of those stories, I will treat every person in this free world with sincerity... As long as you are willing to take it, my heart belongs to you!"<br/>Though no bells rung out, nor were there any other omens, it seemed as though the appointed time the witch had spoken of had arrived.<br/>"In principle, I should appear only after she finishes the journey shown by the mirror, it's still a bit early... but a witch does what a witch wills."<br/>And so the witch took what she wanted most from that which the youth had to give.<br/>"My wish came true, but I lost everything..."<br/>"She'll be a good character, even in other stories." The witch gently shook the ink bottle, within which the girl was now a prisoner.<br/>"But she is a girl who exists for me, just as I exist for her... If she is destined not to be released, then let me go to her. I once saw the many universes and countless stories within the ink bottle. Perhaps one of them has a place for the two of us, and perhaps I too can become a good character..."<br/><br/>"I remember! Let's tell this story to Mother tonight, do you think she'll like it?"<br/>Pie ignored the little girl, instead standing up and barking a few times before running around in circles and then down out of the attic.<br/>"Hmph! Throwing a tantrum because he's hungry, I'll bet. How childish!"<br/>The young girl departed as well, leaving only the unadorned storybook on the attic floor.<br/>

2aa4d59c

2023-12-18T23:32:54.278Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.818Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

77350

UI_RelicIcon_15003_5

An hourglass used to keep time during a band performance. It once made a crisp sound, but their performance has since ended.

The troupe's hourglass, which is also a harp.<br/>The tune becomes deeper with the passage of time.<br/><br/>When the performance was coming to an end, the troupe would play this harp.<br/>As time passed, the tune of the harp became deeper.<br/>The sound of the harp dying down marked the end of the show.<br/><br/>Everything has an end, and the troupe was no exception.<br/>One by one, each member of the troupe met their fate and their instruments were buried deep in the dust.<br/>As the harp fell silent, the final sound heard from the musical troupe was the faint trickle of sand as it slid down the hourglass one final time.<br/>

15a7d2a7

2022-11-01T23:20:40.243Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

77330

UI_RelicIcon_15003_3

A top hat that has managed to retain its radiance despite braving the elements for time untold. An ancient tune still resonates within.

A beautiful top hat untouched by time.<br/>Listening closely, one can almost hear an ancient tune echoing inside the hat.<br/><br/>Thousands of years ago, a troupe wandered through the lands.<br/>The troupe owned not a single shred of sheet music. What they saw was what they sung, and what they heard was what they played.<br/>As time passed, the troupe gradually realized the vastness of the world.<br/><br/>"There are so many things in the world for us to sing of."<br/><br/>The members then turned the notes into words and recorded their journey in a book.<br/>This book, The Widsith as they called it, was still held tightly in the conductor's hands even after his death.<br/>

1605dc34

2022-11-01T23:20:40.250Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

90350

UI_RelicIcon_15016_5

An ancient bronze compass. Its needle points towards some ever-distant shore, to a non-existent harbor.

A bronze compass used by a seaman.<br/>In an ever-tumultuous life of wandering,<br/>It points toward the direction where its owner's heart lies.<br/><br/>The rough Skipper once used this compass to guide his huge ship,<br/>Navigating treacherous ocean paths and conquering huge whirlpools.<br/>It also guided the one whose deep hatred hid behind an uninhibited laugh,<br/>And who, lost and despondent, sought death and burning drink...<br/><br/>"I believe you all sing that the thief could not avoid the gallows in the end, eh?"<br/>"As long as you have a place to belong to, even ending up in the belly of a fish would be alright—"<br/>"Hey now, didn't you sign a contract with this ship when you came aboard?"<br/>"That memory didn't get washed down with the wine, did it?"<br/>"Good, then — after all, it is time to fulfill your contract."<br/><br/>"Is that so? ...Well, alright. It doesn't matter anymore, anyway..."<br/>

1871fb6e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.588Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

96452

UI_RelicIcon_15022_5

A clean, flawless seashell that comes from the bottomless ocean.

Time seems to pass exceedingly slowly in the silent, fluorescent ocean depths.<br/>Even the bright seashells might grow forgetful as the years lengthen.<br/><br/>The people of Watatsumi once came forth from the darkness, and thus bade farewell to the long dreams of the deep.<br/>They escaped the prying gaze of the Dragonheirs in the dark, walking the glimmering coral stair into the realm of daylight.<br/>It is said that at that time, the ocean people would take a single seashell as remembrance for their clan.<br/>And as for those who had lost theirs, they would be welcomed into a new family.<br/><br/>In the ancient tongue, these pure shells would become known as the Parcels of Reunion.<br/>Two parties who embrace shall not again be parted by an outside force, though this enjoining is not itself eternal.<br/>These seashells, therefore, were a farewell to life beneath the waves, and the beginning of a new life under the sun.

173cec9f

2022-11-01T23:20:40.853Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

36432

UI_RelicIcon_15036_3

A golden crown decorated with turquoise and emerald feathers, it has never been used in a coronation, living alone atop a velvet cushion.

Someone once granted her desire, agreeing to remake the long-dulled feather accessories once the ancient kingdom had fallen.<br/>And so she too promised that person, who had long earned her respect, that when the time came, she would give them a turquoise crown in return.<br/>It was after witnessing the crooked corpse agonizingly hunched beneath the black beast's butcher's blade that she understood,<br/>The crown she had forged and adorned with her own two hands would wait alone for its master, who would never attend the coronation.<br/><br/>Many years later, the odd preferences of that aged mistress of the mines spread about the six tribes.<br/>It is said the old lady enjoyed all kinds of luxurious jewelry, much of which could no longer be made with the artistry of contemporary craftsmen.<br/>Among these, should it be a work signed by a specific artisan, and should one be willing to present it to her,<br/>She would exchange for it at any price in precious gems.<br/>Even if it were a forgery, she would take it all the same.<br/><br/>When the people of the tribe urged her to, at the very least, not reward the greed of frauds,<br/>She said, "Ah, but I do this precisely because such crude forgeries cannot be allowed to stain his good name!"<br/>Moreover, though she did not advertise the fact, she never truly let such base cheats get away with their perfidy.<br/><br/>In contrast to the friends who had courageously sacrificed themselves, her life seemed too long by far. And so,<br/>She used the time left to her to gather all that was left behind by the heroes she missed.<br/>The scarlet-eyed youth she had loved had returned to the sacred flames after completing his calling, leaving nothing but a warm afterglow.<br/>And when the silent hero fell into the ruler's flames, the new world reflected in his remaining eye was already his greatest reward.<br/>One of the hero twins was once an incorrigible chatterbox, yet upon witnessing his brother die at the hands of their adversary, his tormented wails wracked his throat hoarse.<br/><br/>"And yet Atawallpa, too, died before me... Who could have imagined that I, the frailest of us, would have lived to the end?<br/>The wise amongst the tribes often say that those who have been tossed about by the winds and waves will grow tired of the steady ground, and I am no exception.<br/>These years without all of you here... have truly been too dull."<br/><br/>But there will surely come a time for a reunion with friends long-since passed, and when long-awaited premonition comes to pass.<br/>She picked the genuine articles that the craftsman had made from among her jewels — compared with the forgeries, they were all too few,<br/>And with those things bearing his name, she walked into the dark night, never to return.<br/><br/>According to legend, on the next day, the people stood under the tree where she had placed the turquoise crown,<br/>And they swore an oath to follow her final orders, blotting from history the name of the masterful craftsman she took away with her.

35fbc15f

2024-04-23T00:38:38.826Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.824Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

78330

UI_RelicIcon_15004_3

The crown worn by the knight who walked with the North Wind. It was forged using winter ice and silver.

12cd4377

2022-11-01T23:20:40.290Z

2022-09-06T00:04:03.000Z

51130

UI_RelicIcon_10001_3

A reed coronet that emanates the spring breeze.

The departing traveler would take this crown of willow branches as a final memento.<br/>With it, he would remember his lover, now departed like a dandelion on the breeze.<br/><br/>The traveler was the wandering lyrist, and that maiden in the country of wine was a prisoner of the nobility.<br/>For reasons he knew not himself, his lyre-song revealed his true heart.<br/><br/>"What would move me, you ask? ...Well, it would be your smile."<br/>"I've never known you to smile, after all. Not even once."<br/>"I will break the chains that bind you."<br/>"When that time comes, would you let me see you smile?"<br/><br/>"Yes, and thank you. It would be wonderful indeed if you could do that."<br/>Pretty words, but who could trust them, coming from a singer?

15de9e81

2022-11-01T23:20:39.400Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

52130

UI_RelicIcon_10002_3

A rough-and-ready laurel wreath that seems as precious as a king's golden crown.

The little hero entered the deep, mysterious forest, and henceforth walked the path of resistance.<br/>His best playmate played the role of the champion knight of the aristocracy.<br/><br/>"Like a lion I stride the battlefield, like she did a thousand years before."<br/>"Songs I will inspire with my sword, to give to generations to come."<br/><br/>Their toy greatswords and tree branches clashed in their fierce duel—<br/>Till at last the hero won the day, and seized the aristocrats' crowns from their heads.<br/><br/>Many years later, this wreath of flowers, though crudely made,<br/>Would seem more precious still than the power a master of knights held...

15e93afc

2022-11-01T23:20:39.418Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

96432

UI_RelicIcon_15022_3

An ancient, intricate crown that was once used by a forgotten clergy member. Today, this relic has been enshrined with great ceremony by the people of Watatsumi.

Omikami once selected his clergy from amongst the people of Watatsumi, personally giving them these circlets of office.<br/>But when the age of the martyrdom passed, and the old priesthood passed with it, these lovely crowns were sealed.<br/><br/>The people of the sea sing that these crowns of pearls and coral will never be stained by any dirt,<br/>And that any who should have the fortune to receive one were recognized as rulers by Omikami.<br/>The valiant vassal lord known as Touzannou and the twins who traversed the waves freely...<br/>They all had Omikami's tender gaze and favor, and have been immortalized in the islanders' songs.<br/>It is said that these rulers once served as the deity's auxiliaries, guiding the people of the sea to farm, fish, and hunt on their island.<br/>But as the time of destined martyrdom came, a god would fall.<br/><br/>Bearing the hopes and memories that were brought up from the ocean depths, and steeped in a history and culture that are now lost,<br/>These intricate and enchanting crowns passed with their owners into the forgotten rifts.

19460e4f

2022-11-01T23:20:40.906Z

2022-09-06T00:04:17.000Z

36442

UI_RelicIcon_15036_4

A flower carved from grey stone covered with gold foil. Legends say that during a war, it was used to differentiate friend from foe.

It was the age when the banners of the tribes had been coated in dust, gradually losing their color.<br/>And before the throne stands a half-man holding a cracked ring, playing with preeminence.<br/>Strict orders were given that none should ever again give ear to the instructions left by the deep messengers of twilight, the distant ancestors, and the first ascended—<br/>To hear them not from the mud-caked roots of trees, the flickering flames of bonfires, or the reflections found in the deep woods.<br/><br/>And so, the ancient gloom, the moment that engulfs a million darknesses, came at last,<br/>Just as the stench of iron lingers even as bloodstains upon the ancient scrolls fade.<br/>And so, when the pitch-black darkness thick enough to touch seized the depths,<br/>The red-eyed youth, through countless calamities, returned from the kingdom where water flowed as rays of light to the hilly heights of the ineffable city.<br/><br/>As he stepped into the floating garden, the raspy warning of the blind, stooped old woman still clutched at his ear:<br/>"As radiant flowers still blossom amongst the clinging vines of distant marsh,<br/>Go seek, for here is the land of death, piled high with the skulls of behemoths—<br/>Go seek those the truly righteous, who are still willing to stand in the cold, cruel night, to throw themselves onto the fire,<br/>And remember — never betray their passion, their hatred, their greed, and their ambition!<br/>Do not break faith with the eyes of those still willing to gaze upon the burning flames."<br/><br/>The first to arrive was a young girl, holding a dulled feather accessory. She sought out information for the youth like a quetzal, flitting between the tall tents.<br/>The second were the hero twins, the elder whose lips and teeth were sharper than any blade, and the younger whose back bore the brunt of the tyrant's lash.<br/>Upon hearing of how the scarlet-eyed youth had saved the Saurians, the taciturn warrior too was willing to contribute his strength.<br/><br/>"But we need someone who understands the layout of this city better than anyone,<br/>Who can point out the paths in passages open and secret, and manipulate mechanisms as one might do to toys in the palm of their hand."<br/>After the scarlet-eyed youth had spoken thus, the usually reticent and reserved hero,<br/>That powerful hero who hoped Saurians and humans would live together in peace, remembered the rumor and spoke the name of a craftsman.

2c8a1310

2024-04-23T00:38:38.738Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.737Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

96422

UI_RelicIcon_15022_2

A down feather with the same hue as coral, said to come from a shrine maiden's ceremonial garment.

In the days when the many clans first saw the light of day, Omikami chose shrine maidens from among the people of the sea.<br/>In the island-songs of history, the first Divine Priestess was once one of the sea-daughters who collected pearls.<br/><br/>She would come amongst the children, who in their meaningless conflict, lost sight of their future,<br/>And amongst the old who had lost sight of life's beauty amidst ruthless tragedy.<br/>The Divine Priestess comforted the people using her lovely songs and gentle words,<br/>And even amidst the stormy times, the people of Watatsumi saw hope for the first time.<br/><br/>This sea-born feather was said to have come from that Divine Priestess' ceremonial garb.<br/>It was plucked by mistake by a child's tender hand, and was preserved by a fretful person.<br/><br/>Later, when the brave hero and priestesses rushed to their irrevocable sacrifice,<br/>The Divine Priestess' ceremonial garment was not lost, but passed down in memory to the present day.

18115a04

2022-11-01T23:20:40.848Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

27412

UI_RelicIcon_15027_1

An ancient golden cup that is both marvelously and luxuriously wrought. Murmurings can be heard within its empty innards.

Travelers here to sup from the oasis, please heed this man so old and blind.<br/>Heed the dirge of Gurabad, heed the enrapturing dreams of King Deshret...<br/>Heed the disloyal souls, and heed a betrayal between companions.<br/><br/>Legend has it that when the Lord of Flowers passed, her countless Jinn turned to serve King Deshret.<br/>King Deshret searched in vain for the ancient paradise where the divine needle fell, and there created an eternal oasis...<br/>Among the greatest Jinn was one named Ferigees, granted governance of the oasis by King Deshret.<br/>To protect her mistress' slumber, she once used her powers to keep the springs ever-flowing,<br/>And so she spread greenery across the desert like stars in the sky, providing sanctuary to folk who had lost their homes...<br/><br/>Later, under the guidance of the Jinni Liloupar, the vassal states of the mortal kingdoms built their cities around the "Eternal Oasis."<br/>Bearing loyalty to the Lord of Flowers and compassion for the newborn realms, Ferigees decided to make a sacrifice.<br/>Disobeying the charge given to her by King Deshret, the great Jinni caged her own body in shackles of frost,<br/>Turning herself into a seal in the shape of a crystalline cup, restraining the wrath of the vast sands, guarding the cities of the mortals with her immobile form...<br/><br/>"But there is a season for all things, and thus all things must change. As we lean on each other today, so too will we abandon each other tomorrow."<br/>"To lose the freedom which the Jinn are so proud of and a vessel that can partake in joy and love, to feel the diminishment of one's spirit by the day."<br/>"The nymph of the water lilies drew mortal kings into her machinations with honey-tinged lies, and the Lord of the Sands sank deep into a dream of madness..." <br/>"But I have long been waiting — always waiting — in a sleepless dream... Waiting for the King of Sand to fulfill his ancient promise."<br/><br/>Mind and body festooned with wretched machinery, she awaits the end of her mistress' slumber,<br/>Bearing a sullen hope as she silently guards the broken dreams of this empire of sand.<br/>Even should the spring be mixed with bitter gravel, even if the oasis is swallowed by sand...<br/>Even amidst the eternal pulsing of machines, she listens for the coming of the footsteps that will bring change.<br/><br/>"But, my teachers so sightless, I was born into a slave's chains, and had everything taken from me when I was young..."<br/>"Might I, abandoned by the fates like the dunes of sand as I was, be worthy of a change in my fortunes?"<br/>

2e60ae8f

2022-12-05T22:52:51.279Z

2023-01-16T21:14:18.689Z

2023-01-16T20:39:14.000Z

21442

UI_RelicIcon_15026_4

A flower bud made of hammered dark gold. Its crimson core is wrapped by petals that shall never open.

"In the golden dream, no one shall have to ingest a single drop of bitter water."<br/>The ancient legends tell of three inseparable friends.<br/>One of them would wither like a rose and come to rot in the mud.<br/>The kingdom of flowers would be ground down into a mere tale by sandstorms, becoming a dream in a song.<br/><br/>One of the friends would create a great, heretofore unseen oasis in a corner of the desert.<br/>Another would use up all their strength and intellect to build an eternal illusion in the sands.<br/>No one should have had scars carved upon their faces due to sorrow and partings.<br/><br/>"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean,"<br/>"One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun."<br/><br/>Thus does obsessive remembrance arise from the burning new world like a smokeless flame,<br/>Thus do those who look to the past with one eye, and to a world of dreams with the other become lost,<br/>Thus did he turn his gaze upon the wisdom of the depths, and inclined his ear to honeyed whispers...

193f9007

2022-09-06T00:05:09.542Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.155Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

33452

UI_RelicIcon_15033_5

An oddly shaped hourglass made from lazurite and aqua jade. It was reportedly inspired by the bell tower in Petrichor.

In the long years before the Many Waters converged, the tribes of the people of bygone times had the tradition of tolling bells.<br/>The bells once tolled for sunrise, for sunset, for births, and for deaths,<br/>And in the end, at the final moment of the golden blanket that covered the dome of the sky, the bells tolled for destruction.<br/><br/>The tireless iron legions completely erased the name tribes now long forgotten from the map,<br/>But never once considered that the prosperous empire itself would meet the same fate just a few short decades later.<br/>The golden palace turned to rubble in a night, the noble music collapsed by ambition and betrayal,<br/>The sorrowful wish of the God-King thus ended, yet the echoes of the golden melody still reverberated in mortal hearts:<br/>Some wallowed in the glory of the past, and sought to play the music once more at any cost,<br/>Some abandoned their old names of their own accord, and hunted the ghosts lurking in the forests for a peaceful tomorrow,<br/>Some kept only their previous names and hid them in song along with the hazy legends of the past...<br/><br/>"A sacred vessel that can grant any wish... Heh, even if that Oceanid messenger actually said that, it sounds pretty preposterous"<br/>"Nobody can wash away their sins, just like you can't wash blood out of water. Even if it's completely forgotten, sin is still sin"<br/>"None can revive the past, just like none can retrieve the light of day. The past is dead, and even I know that"<br/>"..."<br/>"But if such artifacts do exist in this ridiculous world, if this one really can grant all wishes"<br/>"If all the tears of the future really could be wiped away, and the heirs of the high sea would never again need suffer the pain and sorrow of the past"<br/>"Then let me drown in such fantastical delusions one last time"<br/><br/>The wailing and weeping that had whirled in her ears for decades, those phantoms of the past,<br/>Those who died for her, those who died because of her, none of that was important any longer,<br/>Before she took that step alone into the valley, it was as though she heard that sound ringing from the past once more— the tolling of the night bell...<br/>Though the twilight sun is clear to all, some will always see it as the light of dawn.

28819d2e

2023-12-18T23:32:54.171Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.577Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

27422

UI_RelicIcon_15027_2

A crystal-clear artificial feather that is one of the legacies of an ancient human realm. The cries of soaring eagles are also sealed within.

Young wanderers, please heed this man so old and blind.<br/>Heed the ruins of Gurabad, heed the culmination of a delusional dream...<br/>Heed the jewel that shines like a dome of stars, and heed the riven states.<br/><br/>Towering spires and golden temples were swallowed by a raging tide, and the halls and palaces became the abodes of the ragged poor...<br/>The infuriated mob followed the will of one wearing a brass mask, while those with wisdom proclaimed this happening the "great plague."<br/>Gurabad fell to this black plague, and Lord of the Red Sands fell upon the path of self-destruction...<br/>Liloupar, born to lilies, found herself repaid with a split soul after falling victim to a plot most insidious,<br/>While the vast and fertile kingdoms collapsed into the sands overnight. Tribes and kingdoms began the tumult anew...<br/>From there, the people of the desert oases divided themselves into seven states, with the city of sapphires, Tulaytullah, being one of the greatest.<br/><br/>"I think I have lived long enough to bear witness to more than my fair share of short-lived fools and villains..."<br/>"When I was young, the gilded walls once shrouded the sapphire domes like waves covering the moon."<br/>"In the days of my youth, the canals of Tulaytullah shone like a luminous lattice, their lights dueling the moon for dominance."<br/>"Now, I have been stripped of sight, and yet I must witness nobles falling to slavery, princes cast down by slave-soldiers..."<br/>"Now, I can no longer see, and yet I speak of dignitaries assassinating the wise and foreign dancers seizing power..."<br/>"Nations live and die as if in a drunken dream. The beloved and vile alike are all crushed under the weight of a mill like wheat husks."<br/><br/>The sapphire sea is wreathed in a fog of lies, which go on to become legends and history—<br/>A general, once the conqueror of countless cities, was left with but a slave to guide the way,<br/>While a young slave bore the "key" to restoring their homeland...<br/>The king who died absurdly because of a hunting falcon was left with bloodied knife marks along his throat,<br/>And the dancer who made a vow to the prince cared only for the hatred she felt toward the tyrant...<br/><br/>Mortal hands were molded into the shape of a falcon, and the broken Jinni was infused within it.<br/>From the cliffs of Gurabad it rose with a cry, sailing past the pitiable desert states...<br/>Finally arriving in the hands of gilded descendants, the lost memories flaking off like sand.<br/>The man-made feather lay upon a dune, silently proclaiming the end of nations...<br/><br/>Through an aged voice, the lost prince recalled the palace burning in his homeland,<br/>His master at the time had been a general and a poet, loyal to the tyrant who ruined his nation.<br/>All things will have their rewards and repercussions. One was stripped of sight, the other of their throne...<br/>All the while, the grinding wheel of fate spun onward, scattering broken hopes across the world.<br/>

356bac9c

2022-12-05T22:52:51.220Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.218Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

93442

UI_RelicIcon_15019_4

A lovely amulet made from twisted paper cord. It is said to hold the power to make wishes come true.

An omamori crafted using an art known as Mizuhiki.<br/>It is said to have the power to bind wishes and the reasons for those wishes within itself.<br/><br/>Once, I learned how to manage the affairs of the shrine under the tutelage of a mighty kitsune.<br/>Back then, I was just a young shrine maiden who had just arrived on Narukami from a small fishing village.<br/>I was duller than a teapot and had yet to lose the obstinate impulsiveness and curiosity of a child,<br/>I was always naively skeptical of the elegant but incomprehensible words of Lady Saiguu.<br/><br/>"Everything in the world is entangled. Hence, illusory visions were born out of concrete reality."<br/>"The so-called omamori cannot make one's wishes come true at all, but they can make them eternal through this entanglement."<br/><br/>Seeing my befuddled expression, a picture of complete confusion, Lady Kitsune couldn't help bursting into laughter,<br/>She cheerfully knocked my head with her pipe and sneakily changed the subject.<br/><br/>"I suppose you've met your fated one as well, Hibiki?"<br/><br/>"What sort of 'fate' could there be with a rude and reckless brute like that!"<br/><br/>"Oh, is that so?"<br/><br/>But darkness engulfed everything in the end.<br/>That "fate," too, was no more.

1a5bf7a7

2023-04-10T22:21:37.675Z

2023-04-10T21:39:43.000Z

59130

UI_RelicIcon_10009_3

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/>

1470f9b3

2022-11-01T23:20:39.608Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

59120

UI_RelicIcon_10009_2

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/>

13f7c318

2022-11-01T23:20:39.594Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

59140

UI_RelicIcon_10009_4

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/>

1402882a

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

59110

UI_RelicIcon_10009_1

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/>

14391e9b

2022-11-01T23:20:39.600Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

59150

UI_RelicIcon_10009_5

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/>

13a97987

2022-11-01T23:20:39.597Z

2022-09-06T00:03:49.000Z

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.

2397329c

2024-04-23T00:38:38.765Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.764Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

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

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

51120

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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

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

21422

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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

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

29432

UI_RelicIcon_15029_3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

71310

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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

71350

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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

58240

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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

58210

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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

58230

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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

58220

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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

58250

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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

91330

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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

90340

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

53110

UI_RelicIcon_10003_1

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

90320

UI_RelicIcon_15016_2

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

35442

UI_RelicIcon_15035_4

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

51140

UI_RelicIcon_10001_4

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

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

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

29412

UI_RelicIcon_15029_1

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