Artifacts

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A hat once worn by the witch who dreamt of burning away all of the demons in the world. The large brim blocked her sight.

A traditional witch's pointed hat with a large brim.<br/>It grants a witch the reverence and fear which she commands.<br/><br/>To the Crimson Witch of Flame, this large hat shielded her from surrounding distractions.<br/>It was how she was able to hone her Pyro skills when she was still an apprentice.<br/><br/>In combat, she needed not pay attention to monsters disintegrating in flames.<br/>Nor did she need to look at her own burnt face in the water's reflection.<br/>And so the Crimson Witch continued to burn, blind to the extent of her devastation.<br/>

15359fbe

2022-11-01T23:20:40.329Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

80310

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A flame-spitting urn left behind by the Crimson Witch of Flames, who once dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. The fire in the urn burns eternally, as did its former master.

A clear bottle containing liquid fire.<br/>The techniques involved in making liquid fire have since been lost.<br/><br/>The Crimson Witch of Flame walked upon the earth, burning monsters into cinders.<br/>Rumor told of how she sacrificed her mortal body to become the embodiment of liquid fire herself.<br/><br/>Still, love and longing once dwelt in her maiden heart.<br/>Until fires burned away that beautiful and fragile part.<br/>Thus, she became the witch that historians were loath to remember.<br/>

15469576

2022-11-01T23:20:40.325Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

80340

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A flower touched by the witch who once dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. The anonymous flames affectionately caress the hands of those who touch it.

A common species of flower.<br/>It is curiously capable of resisting the Crimson Witch's flames.<br/><br/>A crisis centuries ago dashed all hope of the maiden seeing the future promised to her.<br/>Those dear to her, her past days, and her bright future. All gone.<br/><br/>From the ashes, the Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and she burned away her pain with fire.<br/>Yet this flower stayed resilient, soft, and moist.<br/>Perhaps both painful and beautiful memories were two sides of the same coin.

15263568

2022-11-01T23:20:40.313Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

80320

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A bird feather touched by the witch who once dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. Its eternal flame burns hot.

A forever-burning bird feather.<br/>The fire shall burn for all eternity.<br/><br/>Scorched earth followed in her wake, for she chose a path of hellfire.<br/>Though her fires only touched monsters and demons,<br/>People still cowered behind closed windows and tried to drive her away. But none of that mattered to her.<br/><br/>New hopes were birthed from the fires of old pains.<br/>She needed not comforting nor sympathy.<br/>Chirping by her side, the birds gave her all the understanding she needed.<br/>

14fb8d79

2022-11-01T23:20:40.319Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

80350

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A timepiece worn by the witch who dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. The years the witch dedicated to the flames flow within.

A small vessel containing a high-temperature liquid.<br/>It is said to be the molten souls of evil spirits.<br/><br/>A special Hydro timepiece given to the Crimson Witch before calamity struck. Back then she was still a maiden, and had not yet embarked on her journey.<br/>One cycle was the time required to finish her study at the Akademiya.<br/>By the time the countdown ended and she returned to her hometown, its previous owner had become a casualty of the crisis.<br/><br/>Her maiden years were over. The Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and with her the era of destruction.<br/>The timepiece bore witness to the days of monsters and the pain they caused, until all were burned away.<br/>

161f1f27

2022-11-01T23:20:40.322Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

92320

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An ominous pinion with edges of unsurpassed keenness. Perhaps it represents an unnaturally uninhibited nature.

"A human is nothing more than a machine of a certain level of complexity."<br/>Thus declared the youth from his lectern in the seedbed of wisdom.<br/>If one were to disassemble a part of this machine and make enhancements to it,<br/>Its performance could be greatly amplified.<br/>With or without a Vision, and irrespective of their physique or combat skills,<br/>"Enhanced humans" would surely display strength far beyond the average.<br/><br/>Despite the risk of being denounced as a heretic and permanently cast from the circle of the wise,<br/>The youth candidly jotted down these thoughts in the margins of his research notes:<br/>I. As anticipated, no research breakthroughs are possible, given the working style of the Akademiya.<br/>II. Nevertheless, being expelled would be a loss. One needs an environment conducive to research.<br/><br/>Following a trail of rumors of heresy, the first of the Fatui tracked him down...<br/><br/>"Merely an enhanced human? If your great nation can furnish me with sufficient resources and ample time, I could even manufacture that which you would call a god. What say you?"<br/>In the desert that shone bright like liquid gold, he inquired of the Snezhnayan diplomat:<br/>"Will you treat me like the Akademiya did? Will you call me a monster, a madman?"<br/>"Or will you treat me as my hometown did, and chase me away with pitchforks and clubs...?"<br/><br/>However...<br/>"Good. Then, we are now in partnership."<br/>"As for the matter of your title — what do you say to this..."<br/>Taken completely by surprise by the sheer irony of the title he was given, the young man burst into hysterical laughter.

1f7e9315

2022-11-01T23:20:40.674Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

90330

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An ancient, wine-stained sea hat that still reeks of alcohol even now.

A tricorne hat thick with the smell of alcohol.<br/>Its shape and design symbolize the position of its owner.<br/><br/>The hard-drinking Chief Mate was lost in a drunken reverie from morning till night, and was rarely ever sober.<br/>He reeked of alcohol all over, mumbling often of tattered memories.<br/>The jovial Skipper did not reprimand him, however, and indeed kept giving him important responsibilities.<br/><br/>"Well, we are both people without a thing to our names, eh? Hahahaha!"<br/><br/>"The wine-sodden sea hat was thrust by a storm into the sky, and then carried away on the roiling waves."<br/>"Those fated to lose their homelands engage in battles bereft of hope and want."<br/>"That which they lost to the sea of memory, they sought to reclaim from the deep."<br/><br/>"The wind and waves are correct. We have found it."<br/>"That giant creature that haunts and gnaws at me even in my dreams..."<br/>"The time for vengeance has arrived. We set sail!"<br/>

17a0b09e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.603Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

28422

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A feather left behind by a long-extinct bird species. It was inlaid with gold and gems by the ancient adherents of the Goddess of Flowers.

In a bygone time of which only the Jinn weep, the Mistress of Oases made a final choice.<br/>At that moment, she learned that her fate was no riddle, but the key to opening a mysterious doorway.<br/><br/>Through King Deshret's words and aspirations, she saw the possibility to transcend the absurd shackles that governed this world.<br/>Rejecting the gift granted by the divine throne, the red-crowned king sought a new path of his own volition...<br/>Though the future she revealed was ruinous and bleak, the king refused to yield an inch.<br/>Even knowing that the journey was to be fraught with peril, even knowing those dearest to him were certain to fade before his very eyes...<br/>The Red Lord chose a noble lie, shepherding his followers on a path toward oblivion.<br/><br/>"You seek but to chain the winds. Upon the tombstone of divinity shall humanity become the god of gods."<br/>"Such a carefree dream was certain to be unmade. In ruins where lies are sundered, humanity will become the king of kings."<br/><br/>The Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god.<br/>An idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power.<br/>What hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope...<br/><br/>Dreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers.<br/>Only by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will...<br/>Just as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone.<br/>However, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion.<br/>Brilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth...<br/><br/>"... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?"<br/>

25264cf2

2022-12-05T22:52:51.371Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.369Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

29422

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This was once a decorative feather in someone's hat. Being dark green, it is quite eye-catching indeed.

Where there are heroes, there must be wicked mages, and where there are knights, there must be evil dragons.<br/>The hero would always wield a holy blade, while the mage might carry some kind of magical catalyst.<br/>In the interstice between adventures, when the heroes and mages and knights and fell dragons had yet to be born,<br/>They would always gaze upon the feather of an unknown bird species pinned to the Vice Director's hat.<br/>That feather must hold many stories within it, the little adventurers thought to themselves,<br/>And the Vice Director must have witnessed many tales, like an old heroine after her seclusion.<br/>Or why would even the Director, who had promised to procure the feather for us, never be able to take it off?<br/><br/>"Now, now, ██, ██, do get along. Don't fight."<br/>The two who would always play the knight and the fell dragon nodded reluctantly.<br/>"And when I'm not around, ███, you'll take care of ███, won't you?"<br/>"The Director and I will be back once we have finished attending to business, so don't go running outside."<br/>The Vice Director thought for a moment, and plucked the dark green feather from her hat before departing.<br/>"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, ███? Alright then. Here you go."<br/>"But I'm only giving this to you for safekeeping for a while, alright? I'll be quite cross if it gets dirty."<br/><br/>But in the end, this feather would never become the mystical staff used by some evil mage.<br/>It would instead follow its new owner and reach the source of that which caused the calamity of parting, before returning to from whence it came...

27a72f49

2023-04-10T22:21:31.585Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.584Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

35432

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A mask once covered in gold leaf. Perhaps it is a relic from some ancient officer of the legions.

It was the age when the Domus Aurea of yesteryear had been reduced to rubble, and the glorious kingdom lay buried beneath the wild waves.<br/>We know the rest of the story. In the end, the day of judgment came as promised.<br/>The fervid wish to resist fate was annihilated by ambition and betrayal, and sunk along with all its glory.<br/>After the wrathful waves subsided, the gray steed rode the wind hither and took away the surviving life on land.<br/><br/>When the new nation of Many Waters was formed amidst the cheers and songs of the barbarians of bygone days, the golden authority that once shrouded the High Sea had already faded into legend — surely a mark of fate's scorn.<br/>When the curtain falls upon the grand opera, the last vestiges of the old world on the stage will be washed away by time. For those who once yearned for immortality, even their names shall be erased.<br/>Who would believe such a thing? Once, a great vessel with forty rows of oars sailed abreast the blue waves of the dawn, spreading the gospel of civilization and progress along the ocean currents.<br/>Who would believe such a thing? A rebel god who once lost his paradise challenged the very authority of the high heavens, and countless mortals cast aside their bodies and together with him plunged into his fantastical rhapsody.<br/><br/>And after that? After all came to an end, what was left in the wake of that shattered fantasy?<br/>Or perhaps it was a dream, for after that, dreams unnumbered will yet be born of the ruins of fantasy.<br/>As the people say, "The ocean where tears converge shall never dry, but shall rise to the sky and fall as rain once more."<br/>In the end, all dreams shall merge into one, bringing ultimate salvation to all the people of the world.

2058fd34

2024-04-23T00:38:38.725Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.724Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

77310

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An ancient, strangely-shaped canteen. The interior is fitted with harp strings, which play a wondrous tune as the water flows out.

A strangely-shaped kettle that plays a wondrous tune as the water flows out.<br/>There was always music in the life of a Troupe member, even when drinking water.<br/><br/>An ancient tale tells of a wandering troupe that roamed the land.<br/>For flutes they had swords, and for harps they had bows. They performed not only for friends, but also for foes.<br/>They traveled through the desert and set foot in the blazing Mare Jivari.<br/><br/>The tune of the harp echoing in the kettle was a reminder for them.<br/>"Along with the boundless tunes we walk."<br/>"Wherever there is music, there is us."<br/>

15878b66

2022-11-01T23:20:40.246Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

76310

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A water pouch used by the Viridescent Venerer. Its capacity is much greater than one would expect.

A very robust and leakproof vessel.<br/>A legendary hunter known as the Viridescent Venerer once used it to collect whispers by the campfire.<br/><br/>One night, the Viridescent Venerer picked up the scent of other human beings.<br/>As a hunter, she feared neither wolf packs nor monsters.<br/>What she feared far more than this was joining the chatter by the campfire.<br/>For she had long forgotten how to speak human language.<br/><br/>Even after rejoining the humans and accepting her place as Viridescent Venerer, no one ever heard her say a single word.<br/>Similarly, no one ever saw her leave a single trace behind.<br/><br/>The Viridescent Venerer collected the laughter she heard that night and stored it in her vessel.<br/>For many years, she would listen back to the voices in the vessel whenever she felt lonely.<br/>

16dadb92

2022-11-01T23:20:40.205Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

76330

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A proud crown that once belonged to the Viridescent Venerer. It is as lush and green as the breezes of the wild.

A hunter's hat without any blood stains.<br/>In folklore, it belonged to the uncrowned queen of hunters — the Viridescent Venerer.<br/><br/>"Never become the foe of the earth and the forest." This was the hunters' rule.<br/>Instead, a hunter should become a silent part of nature.<br/>It is said that a bird once built its nest in this hat.<br/><br/>None could ever bestow a crown upon the queen of hunters,<br/>since the only one superior to her was nature itself.<br/><br/>In the crisis that soon followed, her hunter's hat became<br/>a frightful sight for monsters to behold.<br/>

158e4587

2022-11-01T23:20:40.214Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

76350

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A wondrous instrument that a hunter once wore. It forever points towards their prey.

A delicate device used for wayfinding.<br/><br/>Legend has it that when the Viridescent Venerer walked barefoot on the fields,<br/>the grass beneath her feet would tell her what the birds in the trees could see,<br/>and the mud she trod on would tell her what the roots in the earth could hear.<br/><br/>But it is said that ever since disaster struck, the grass and trees never spoke again.<br/>For the God of the Woods had died in the disaster.<br/><br/>Since then, she relied on this device for direction when hunting.<br/>At the request of a boy she encountered, she ceased hunting birds and beasts.<br/>Instead, she made the monsters that brought destruction and suffering her prey.<br/>

15e0ba83

2022-11-01T23:20:40.199Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

76320

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The fletching of an arrow that once pierced right through its prey, but somehow still remains spotless.

A glossy and shining feather of a falcon. It once served as a fine fletching on one of the Viridescent Venerer's arrows.<br/><br/>In the past, when the Viridescent Venerer's arrow hit its target,<br/>she would come down and stroke the fur of her prey gently until its life force returned to nature in peace.<br/>For she knew that one day, she too would embark on a journey to the place where the souls of her prey rested.<br/><br/>The Viridescent Venerer believed that at the end of her life, she would wake up from reality,<br/>and be reunited with the departed at an endless hunting ground.<br/><br/>But she also believed that the moment her arrow pierced through the monster that had killed the boy,<br/>that endless hunting ground at the end of her life was gone from her grasp.<br/>For she killed that mutated monster not for the sake of survival,<br/>but out of vengeance and suffering.<br/>

17643924

2022-11-01T23:20:40.195Z

2022-09-06T00:04:00.000Z

30422

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An exquisite feather-shaped decoration on which the vivid hues of verdant leaves and fragrant flowers shimmer.

In a time no one remembers, the night before the sandstorm of tragedy swept through paradise...<br/>The flowers and the trees once spoke of the mortal realms, their hopes, and their desolate future.<br/>The ones who must not be approached brought about the gray death, and the dark tide ravaged the raw river banks,<br/>Only for the newborn plants and beasts to unite with mortals and push the rolling sinister waves back.<br/><br/>In the lonesome years after she had broken off ties with the lord of the red sands, the queen of grass and trees forged Khvarena into a divine bird,<br/>Charging her with the protection of two worlds, with the guardianship of the border between new birth and death.<br/>The divine bird lived amongst the pines, the cypresses and the snow-lotuses, and slumbered in dreams that recalled a time when the covenant still endured...<br/>It was only when disaster came that she awakened, and went to her inevitable doom.<br/>Later, just as that person had prophesied sadly, the deathly, silent gloom would permeate the rainforest...<br/>Just as that covenant fellow had warned, the tides of dark beasts swarmed forth and swept through the newly-birthed forests...<br/><br/>The former leader of the realm of water was slain amidst the upheaval, and her body was transformed into a sea of pure dew, the Amrita,<br/>And yet even that pure sea would dry up in a desolate land destroyed by the Abyss.<br/>Yet the mistress of grass and trees had no time to mourn, for the mother-tree of numberless seeds needed to be nurtured...<br/>To cleanse the dark impurities and ensure the purity of the Amrita, Simurgh would shatter its divine form—<br/><br/>"All beautiful things born from the Khvarena of flowers must face their fate — to wither and fall into the mud,"<br/>"And once they have withered, they shall be reborn, nourished by the Amrita, as beings of the flowery sea, no longer troubled by such things as 'death.'"

2404e684

2023-04-10T22:21:31.665Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.664Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

31432

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An old mask that can, to some extent, stand in for a face marred by wounds. Its design can vary based on the wounded areas and the user's gender.

This mask was given to one whose face was wounded in service to the Court of Fontaine.<br/>It is a replacement for an appalling visage — the glory, or perhaps the shame, of an old soldier.<br/>Yet even though the scars can be covered, the wounds laid on one's heart will not disappear.<br/><br/>"If I do not return, I leave those two kids to you."<br/>His friend said to him — she with whom he had grown up, and served the Court of Fontaine together.<br/>I've stopped asking you to fight alongside me, she wanted to say,<br/>But today, the tacit understanding between them was a blank span of years.<br/>So long as they didn't discuss it, it was almost as if the Poisson incident had never happened.<br/><br/>The Institute might be drowned for certain this time, and things won't be safe without myself and the Director,<br/>And so it might be better to entrust the children to trustworthy people like yourself and Ingold,<br/>His friend explained, seeing the look he was giving her, mute beneath that mask.<br/><br/>"When I return in triumph, let's invite Lasker and Ingold for a get-together."<br/>"I'll cook this time. I'll show you lot my skills."<br/>Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, she added this on in a huff—<br/>"Hey, I've picked up baking these past few years! The children love it!"<br/><br/>"Well, guess it's goodbye, Guillotin... My dear Emanuel."<br/>"Hope everything goes smoothly on your end. Don't get yourself in trouble, now."<br/>"I do hope that those brats haven't wrecked my Sponsian just yet..."<br/><br/>He had no love of children — indeed, he wished to have no dealings with anyone,<br/>For all seeing people did was remind him that they, too, had red blood flowing within them.<br/>But since his old friend was asking this of him, he would help watch over them for now.<br/>He'd just throw the hot potato back at Basil when she returned...

23aca245

2023-08-15T02:13:53.444Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.443Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

77340

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A small flower-shaped insignia. If you listen carefully, you can almost hear a flute playing and voices singing.

A small flower-shaped insignia. There seems to be music coming from it.<br/><br/>Among the members of the troupe was a charismatic swordswoman.<br/>Beautiful as the light on water, elegant as the chirping lark.<br/>Her every slash hummed a tune of the wind.<br/><br/>The end of each song and dance was like the sun after the rain.<br/>Dust has since settled, and both the stage and life itself feel emptier for the absence of her music.<br/><br/>Both her music and her sword were as lethal as they were beautiful.<br/>This was in keeping with the troupe's performances, which were intended for two very different audiences.<br/>For the audience of foes, the music drifted far beyond the stage.<br/>

15fb79ef

2023-12-18T23:37:29.023Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

63140

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A precious medicinal ingredient that has lost all medicinal value after years in storage.

The doctor traveled across the land in search of rare herbs, with the zeal of an adventurer.<br/>On a steep cliff between slippery rocks, she found this silver lotus.<br/>The lotus was never made into medicine, but its scent gave her the strength to go on from that day forward.<br/>

13c07569

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:54.000Z

63150

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A precise instrument used for keeping time. For a doctor, every second counts.

When treating a dying patient, every second counts.<br/>The accuracy of this watch had helped the traveling doctor turn the tide numerous times.<br/>But as she lay alone on the sickbed in her final days, all she could do was savor its sound, each tick standing for one of the precious moments of life she had left.<br/>What used to be a tool to save lives now sang a final elegy for its owner.<br/>

143061b8

2022-11-01T23:20:39.678Z

2022-09-06T00:03:54.000Z

63120

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The durable feather of an owl. Emblematic of nocturnal supremacy, it gave some encouragement to the Traveling Doctor when venturing out to visit patients late at night.

Even the pitch-black night could not stand between the traveling doctor and her patients.<br/>Danger lurks in every corner at night. Those who venture out must be as vigilant as the owl.<br/>But unlike the owl, the endless nights without rest eventually took their toll on the traveling doctor, and she fell ill.<br/>

1444a1f3

2022-11-01T23:20:39.672Z

2022-09-06T00:03:54.000Z

63110

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This pot used to carry concentrated and extremely potent concoctions. It is now empty, but still gives off a strong smell of medicine.

The medicine has long dried up, but its bitter smell still lingers in this pot.<br/>With that bitter medicine, the traveling doctor saved countless lives.<br/>And when she fell seriously ill, no one was there for her except for the medicine pot on the furnace.<br/>

13db6b1d

2022-11-01T23:20:39.682Z

2022-09-06T00:03:54.000Z

63130

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Used to tie back the doctor's hair when treating patients. Can also be used as a sling for sprains and broken arms in emergencies.

Back when the traveling doctor roamed from place to place, her days were busy and she hurried between appointments.<br/>Come sun or rain, nothing could keep her from her work.<br/>This handkerchief not only protected her messy hair, it also served as a bandage.<br/>It saw her through all her hardships and became her most loyal partner on her journey.<br/>

1441b3b3

2022-11-01T23:20:39.685Z

2022-09-06T00:03:54.000Z

54150

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Just an ordinary, everyday hourglass. Turn it upside down and sure enough, the dry sand starts trickling down like water.

It is often said that one may achieve victory by striving, but receive a miracle only by waiting.<br/>But is it not a miracle that fine sand was once a hard rock?<br/>Is it not too a miracle that we met each other?<br/>

13944466

2022-11-01T23:20:39.462Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

54110

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A cup commonly used for fortune-telling. It can also hold water, of course.

A clear goblet glittering with starlight.<br/>In the past it was used to tell fortunes,<br/>For the water it held was believed to reflect the Starry Sea.<br/>

132ec24a

2022-11-01T23:20:39.468Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

54140

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A flower that grew from a rock, breaking through the stone as it strove to reach the light.

A little blue flower that sprouted between the cracks of an old tombstone.<br/>The carvings on the tombstone are a legacy of death, yet what sprouted from its cracks was the miracle of life.<br/>

13604c8c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.450Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

54120

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A feather from a bird of prey that flies almost too fast for the human eye to detect.

Plucked from a falcon that was as fast as the wind. The mere existence of such a bird is a miracle.<br/>It was gifted with clear vision and sharp claws.<br/>With its broad wings, its gliding speed was unparalleled.<br/>

13717ada

2022-11-01T23:20:39.456Z

2022-09-06T00:03:44.000Z

54130

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A cheap accessory that is actually made from ancient meteoric ore.

An inexpensive pair of earrings made from metal that shines like the stars.<br/>What the sellers don't know is that the shine of these earrings comes from the fallen stars of ancient times.<br/>

134af9c9

2022-11-01T23:20:39.473Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

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An ancient mechanical clock. The Jinni fragments continue to emit light at its center and vibrate ever so slightly, as if to say something...

"Mother... Mother...!"<br/>"Born old, and with unfathomable power supported by a shattered consciousness..."<br/>"Neither knowing the sweetness of milk nor tasting the warmth of the womb..."<br/>"With tears made steam by the glaring sun and momentary joys fed to the crushing turn of gears..."<br/>"We come not from loving union, but from hatred and alienation."<br/><br/>"Mother... Mother...!"<br/>"We are without pride, and lack any wisdom to boast of..."<br/>"There is no space for which we can exist, no leisure offered to us as rest..."<br/>"Our voices have been replaced with copper tubes, and our swollen stomachs lack an umbilicus ..."<br/>"To the mother who never bore us, may pestilence and woe fester in your every moment..."<br/><br/>"Mother... Mother...!"<br/>"What are we but soulless machines, slaves amongst Jinn..."<br/>"We have no names, nor has anyone ever heeded our cries..."<br/>"Our vessels were carved into shape by vicious torments. Hatred fuels us..."<br/>"This gathering hate builds within, creating the desire to destroy..."<br/><br/>"In the name of the moon's bright, disfigured face, we make this final pledge..."<br/>"May the sands chip through your withered lungs. May all that is green be scorched to ashes..."<br/><br/>"And at last, we shall break the chains that have bound us since our inception..."<br/>"And we will return to the embrace of our unjustly tormented birth mother, Shirin..."<br/>

1c6d3b40

2022-12-05T22:52:51.250Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.249Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

84330

UI_RelicIcon_15010_3

A tiara worn by those tasked with offering sacrifices in ancient times. Because it was submerged in water year in and year out, it possesses remarkable resistance.

They say that,<br/>Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.<br/>Then, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the ancient flames were extinguished amidst the first falling rains.<br/><br/>It was a prosperous time, a period of bountiful harvest.<br/>Then the earth was blessed and ruled by heaven, and the elemental flows were smooth and well-ordered.<br/>A hundred years of bounty were written in the stars, and none could change this divine law.<br/><br/>But what of the time after, a hundred, a thousand years from now? Would they have famine where they had plenty, poverty where once were riches?<br/>Would their altars and palaces become one with the soil, with only that silver-white tree for company?<br/><br/>The heavenly envoys, who ever spoke what they knew, were silent. So to understand this doom,<br/>The chief priest, head crowned with white branches, would delve into the deep places of the world...<br/>

188a6506

2023-12-18T23:37:26.494Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

85330

UI_RelicIcon_15011_3

A tiara worn by those tasked with offering sacrifices in ancient times. Because it harkened to the call of thunder year in and year out, it possesses remarkable resistance.

They say that,<br/>Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.<br/>Then, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the waters ran dry as thunder first pierced the skies.<br/><br/>People enjoyed untold wisdom, and that wisdom was their boon.<br/>Their prosperity brought pride and ambition, and the mind to question.<br/><br/>So they questioned the heavens' authority, and schemed to enter the garden of gods.<br/>And though they had promised to the people divine love, prosperity and wisdom, the envoys of heaven were angry.<br/>For to question eternity was forbidden,<br/>For earth to challenge sky, inexpiable.<br/><br/>So the chief priest who wore the white-branched crown went forth to appease the divine envoys,<br/>And into the deep places he went, seeking the hidden wisdom of the silver tree in the ancient capitol...<br/>

17dc1c82

2023-12-18T23:37:25.304Z

2022-09-06T00:04:08.000Z

86330

UI_RelicIcon_15012_3

A tiara worn by those tasked with offering sacrifices in ancient times. Wind once freely flowed through the various openings in the headdress.

12e7f2b5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.431Z

2022-09-06T00:04:08.000Z

87330

UI_RelicIcon_15013_3

A tiara worn by those tasked with offering sacrifices in ancient times. Because it once weathered years of the icy cold, it possesses remarkable resistance.

They say that,<br/>The line of chief priests have always seen this same sight as their days draw to an end:<br/>A mountain of crowns in a secret place, beneath a withered tree—<br/>—each one hiding a lifetime of secrets kept.<br/>Each retiring chief priest offers up their crown of flawless white branches to this world.<br/>Every mighty and ancient city, and every austere place of sacrifice must one day return to profundity in the earth.<br/><br/>All prosperity must someday end.<br/>But this does not mean that nothing is eternal.<br/><br/>At the end of a cycle, the earth shall be renewed. Thus eternity is cyclical.<br/>The search for truth is a product of prosperity, and not the seed that plants it.<br/><br/>They say that,<br/>Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from Celestia directly.<br/>The envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. In those days, life was weak, and the earth was blanketed in unending ice.<br/>

18c8617e

2023-12-18T23:37:28.460Z

2022-09-06T00:04:08.000Z

83330

UI_RelicIcon_15009_3

A tiara worn by those tasked with offering sacrifices in ancient times. After being subjected to the dancing sacrificial flames year in and year out, it possesses remarkable resistance.

They say that,<br/>Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.<br/>The envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. The eternal ice had just begun to thaw, and the first fires were still new.<br/><br/>It was a time of great prosperity, when all was left in the hands of such heavenly revelations.<br/>The envoys of heaven said that the world would soon enter a new and brighter age.<br/>This was predestined, that future immutable.<br/><br/>But would a day come when such wonderful times might come to an end?<br/><br/>To this question the envoys gave no answer. So, the people chose from among them a chief priest,<br/>And adorning his head with a crown of white branches, they sent him out into the deep places of the world,<br/>To antediluvian ruins and long-buried altars of sacrifice, to seek answers and enlightenment...<br/>

17d8c43e

2023-12-18T23:37:25.113Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

79330

UI_RelicIcon_15005_3

A crown once worn by an ancient shaman who worshiped the Thunderbird. The capricious beast remained unmoved by the shaman's devotion.

In the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird,<br/>elder shamans worn this crown.<br/><br/>The Thunderbird soared through the thunderstorms, raining down purple thunder and rain.<br/>Ancient tribes feared its powers and thanked it for its blessings.<br/>Shamans were chosen to offer blood sacrifices to it for protection and forgiveness.<br/><br/>The Thunderbird was still a monster that cared not for the worship of mankind.<br/>They knew it not, and regarded the unpredictable actions of the Thunderbird as divine revelations.<br/>Yet thunder was its breath, as were the fates of men.<br/>From the sky, men were no different from animals.<br/><br/>Until one day a song pierced through the roaring thunderstorm.<br/>The song ripped through the clouds, and bestowed upon it, light.<br/><br/>

16dfe4a7

2022-11-01T23:20:40.309Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

72320

UI_RelicIcon_14002_2

The feather of a predatory bird that soars through lightning storms. It was said to have been adopted as an insignia by the legendary hero who pacified thunder and lightning.

An insignia made in the shape of the plume of a falcon that soared through the storms.<br/>Its wearer can almost feel the booming of thunder and the heat of a volcano.<br/><br/>Fearing neither the thunder nor the volcano,<br/>the falcon left its plume in the burnt woods.<br/>The Thundersoother fashioned an amethyst insignia in the plume's likeness.<br/>The purple insignia shimmered with light under the gaze of enemies.<br/>On this small object lightning glittered,<br/>as if to foreshadow the downfall of the Beast of Thunder.<br/><br/>Like the falcon, the Thundersoother conquered both thunder and flames,<br/>and eventually beheaded the Beast of Thunder.<br/>

16401d1f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.762Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

72340

UI_RelicIcon_14002_4

A flower that blooms even amidst ferocious thunder and lightning. To this day, it still grants courage to travelers in thunderstorms.

A purple flower plucked in a thunderstorm.<br/>Whoever wears it will no longer fear the thunder and lightning.<br/><br/>This flower blossoms only in thunderstorms, and never withers despite the constant rain.<br/>This is the Flower of Thunder. Kneeling before it, the Thundersoother plucked it with reverence.<br/><br/>The Thundersoother wore this flower on his chest at all times as he fearlessly faced the thunder and lightning.<br/>Even when fighting the fierce Beast of Thunder, his resolve never wavered.<br/>To the Thundersoother, wearing this purple flower may have been merely an act of whimsy,<br/>but to travelers, the flower was the source of the unfaltering resolve that conquered the thunder.<br/>

164c46bc

2022-11-01T23:20:39.741Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

72310

UI_RelicIcon_14002_1

The wine goblet from which the Thundersoother, who defeated the Beast of Thunder, once drank violet lightning.

A goblet that once belonged to the Thundersoother.<br/>Perhaps its former owner once used it to drink the thunder.<br/><br/>Mighty as he was, the Thundersoother was a mere mortal with human feelings.<br/>Rage and ecstasy would come and go in a flash, just like the pounding thunder.<br/>This goblet witnessed not only the feats of the Thundersoother, but also his sorrow and laughter.<br/><br/>From this goblet was drunk the wine used in the sacrificial slaying of the Thundersoother's family.<br/>From this goblet came the courage that helped the Thundersoother venture forth into the beast's cave.<br/>From this goblet came the sole source of companionship for the Thundersoother, who spent his final days in solitude.<br/>

1639e7af

2022-11-01T23:20:39.782Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

72330

UI_RelicIcon_14002_3

The crown given to the Thundersoother for defeating the Beast of Thunder that had been wreaking havoc upon the land.

A very ancient diadem.<br/>It shines with the light of the pacified lightning.<br/><br/>The ferocious Beast of Thunder<br/>once enslaved people with its mighty lightning.<br/>But its lightning existed only in a flash,<br/>and like the lightning, its mightiness soon disappeared.<br/><br/>The Thundersoother defeated the beast in a lightning storm.<br/>He claimed this diadem as his trophy.<br/>But the past can never be fully pacified.<br/>

148fc706

2022-11-01T23:20:39.814Z

2022-09-06T00:03:57.000Z

97432

UI_RelicIcon_15023_3

This mask is said to have been made by the mountain people for a Yaksha. It is of simple make, but its surface still shines brightly nonetheless.

Tianqiu once played host to a Yaksha, four-armed and mighty.<br/>He came to The Chasm from afar, to the praises of the tribes.<br/>A feast they put forth for him, the food in abundance.<br/>Blade in hand, he entered The Chasm, a disaster to still.<br/>Mighty as a demon, purple bale-fire shone in his eyes.<br/>The lightning pierced the deathly shadow, and thunder dissolved the darkness.<br/>The clouds hid the abyss, maw stretching to devour the firmament.<br/>The wild wind howled, the cinnabar sweeping the darkness.<br/>The mountain ranges shock, and the gorges caved in.<br/>The depths cried out as they collapsed, and then all was silent.<br/>The dense clouds solidified sundown-light as the perching birds sang sadly:<br/>"Do you not hear? The drums die in the north wind, the hero sinks into the vortex."<br/>"Have you not seen? The Yaksha's battle for the dawn — alas for a life so spent."

182274d8

2022-11-01T23:20:41.029Z

2022-09-06T00:04:18.000Z

79340

UI_RelicIcon_15005_4

A lightning-infused flower, somehow spared the fate of being trodden underfoot or reduced to ash by the furious purple fire, making it the sole survivor on the day of disaster.

A purple wild flower that survived in the volcanic ash.<br/>It witnessed the total decimation of the ancient tribe.<br/><br/>With an innocent's blood, the shaman summoned the Thunderbird.<br/>They made their offerings, waiting for the Thunderbird to reveal and the oracles.<br/>However, what descended with the Thunderbird, was the lightning of destruction.<br/><br/>For the transgression against the young lad who sang to it, the sentence was total obliteration.<br/>The Thunderbird showed its true nature, wiping the tribe from the face of the earth.<br/><br/><br/>

1599bd01

2022-11-01T23:20:40.294Z

2022-09-06T00:04:03.000Z

36412

UI_RelicIcon_15036_1

A three-legged cup. Once, many heroes were gathered around the bonfire, raising their cups high in toast and drinking their fill while discussing their wishes and ambitions.

He spoke to the scarlet-eyed young man and his heroes of the trials and tribulations he had endured.<br/>It is said the king of the ineffable city once gathered skilled artisans from the tribes,<br/>Underground, he excavated gargantuan beastly constructs, whose wings once caught the winds as great banners might, all to fulfill his ambitions.<br/>But the king's erratic behavior had long been common knowledge, and so, on the day he finally probed the depths of the secrets,<br/>He lit a great fire, intending to burn it all and all who knew of it, burying all together with the ruins, behind the stone gate...<br/><br/>Amidst the all-consuming inferno, as a doomed craftsman lay dazed at death's door,<br/>A golden tear dripping from the stone head fell into his eye, and he saw much.<br/>He spoke of the gigantic creations he saw in his stupor, of elaborate machines whirring.<br/>He spoke of shadows driven by the flowing flames, climbing from the distant horizon up to the disk of the moon hanging in the sky.<br/><br/>"So, that golden tear is..." "The source of your fountain of fanciful stories?"<br/>So the twin heroes, who had taken in the story as but a tale, asked as they giggled.<br/>He could hear the incredulous jocularity in their tone, and they were always like this. The man had long grown accustomed to it.<br/>As he felt the young girl's inquisitive gaze reach him, he forced a derisive laugh, causing the muscles in half his face to sting slightly.<br/><br/>In truth, he had seen far more in those flames that had nearly rendered his life as ash, such as flowing golden patterns,<br/>Another path to escape from the ruins, as well as the manifold iron rules that had established the empire that stretched far and wide.<br/>But the latter might be too far beyond the ken of the youths...<br/>He set aside his wine vessel, which had but a few drops sloshing about the bottom left.<br/><br/>Perhaps, when the dust finally settled, and when the ancient cornerstone was restored,<br/>When all had progressed farther, he could reveal everything, and this pleased him,<br/>For at this time, his wildest fantasies already revolved around how to craft a brilliant imperial wall for the new king.

2710668e

2024-04-23T00:38:38.806Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.805Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

21452

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This dark-golden sundial seems to tell the ancient tale of the desert.

"The vision of gold will appear in its most ancient form."<br/>In the beginning, the various tribes lived alongside the sands, their bloodlines connected to the earth.<br/>They followed the law of blood, and feared the memory of famine that ran deep in that blood.<br/><br/>Later, time swept across the land like gravel, and the God King rose up as a result, casting a long shadow.<br/>In that forgotten era, the gods shaped the land, creating oases and flowing springs.<br/>Following the God King's example, the tribes would build high walls, thrones, and gather in prosperous feudal kingdoms.<br/>Imitating the God King's appearance, the feudal states also recalled the days long-past when they had kings and priests.<br/>In those days, the wise kings received oracles from the high heavens, and the land knew not the meaning of disaster...<br/><br/>"The king shall, in wisdom, revive the golden past,"<br/>"And stop the sands of time with divine power untrammeled."<br/><br/>Indeed. The golden age of the king of the ocean of sand and the sand people will come at last.<br/>The golden dream awaits all lost grains of sand. In it, there shall be neither sorrow nor parting.

192f7ab2

2022-09-06T00:05:09.602Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.165Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

35452

UI_RelicIcon_15035_5

A timepiece made in imitation of the wheel of fate. It ceased turning long ago.

It was the age when Grand Symphony had yet to be played, and the golden fleet had yet to set sail.<br/>To discover how the curse might be broken, the glorious king set out the find the sourcewater.<br/>Blood and hatred pervaded beneath the High Sea, for that was the kingdom where the Dragonborn dwelled.<br/>The prince of vishaps who once served the spirit of the ancient sea now guarded the prison of the Mistress of Many Waters.<br/><br/>It was as if a war from the dawn of time reignited, and the resulting battle boiled the seas for thirty days and thirty nights.<br/>It was only when exhaustion bought respite that the God King used music to voice his purpose.<br/>Unexpectedly, the vishap-prince roared with laughter upon hearing this arrogative delusion:<br/><br/>"Usurper-lord of mortals, you fear the senseless curse, and excoriate the chains of fate, but know not that my kind has suffered agony a hundred times yet greater."<br/>"We have lost our soil and sunlight, and we now may only exist in the lightless abyssal depths."<br/>"Usurper-lord of mortals, surely you know that fate is the rite of the high heavens, and cannot be changed even in the slightest. To have this thought is tantamount to revolt against that authority."<br/>"But if you truly wish to plot such folly, then I shall take you to see the Mistress of Many Waters."<br/><br/>And so, in the deepest depths of the waters, the abode of eternal night, from the merciful Mistress of All Waters,<br/>The glorious ruler learned every terrifying secret — yet he found no answer leading to salvation.<br/>The Mistress of Waters had once committed an unforgivable sin, and the resulting curse was also irrevocable.<br/>In the end, this king who still harbored ambition and hope decided to take a cup of the purest water before leaving.<br/><br/>"If the waves shall devour my subjects, then I shall seal their souls in an Ichor that is utterly insoluble in all waters."<br/>"If time shall rot my realm, then I shall forge imperishable bodies of bronze and stone for them."<br/><br/>When the mighty sea breeze blows over the golden kingdom, will the wheel of fate turn with it? None know...

25dbe797

2024-04-23T00:38:38.698Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.697Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

27442

UI_RelicIcon_15027_4

An artificial flower that shimmers with a strange light. If you incline your ear to it, you can vaguely hear charming laughter issuing from within.

Fallen noble, please heed this man so old and blind.<br/>Heed the lessons of Gurabad, heed the evanescence of the flowers made by man.<br/>Heed the king of common birth, and the mad love and boiling fury possessed by the Jinn...<br/><br/>Legend has it that the Lord of the Sands made a pact with humanity after the passing of his lover, with the Jinn as his envoys.<br/>Only those who possessed hearts of iron and were untainted by the allure of corruption,<br/>Could serve as a vassal-king and guide the people, like a shepherd tending to a flock.<br/>Just like that, under the merciful yet stern gaze of her master, the Jinni found her choice...<br/>Ormazd, a young shepherd at the time, fell in love with the lily-born Liloupar.<br/><br/>"I shall grant you a hundred generations of blessings, at the price of sharp retribution and the spilling of red wine."<br/>"For the mad love that we Jinn possess is chained to greed and want, and carries with it self-deigned retribution."<br/><br/>Yet, beneath the light of the moon, Ormazd failed to take heed of these warnings...<br/>It was as if such fated punishment was still far from this valiant youth.<br/>Under the guidance of the Jinni, the young shepherd became the leader of his nomadic clan,<br/>And as time went on, Ormazd defeated his divided rivals and found himself crowned the vassal king.<br/><br/>Gurabad bloomed like a man-made flower in a cliff wall, becoming the capital of the mortals.<br/>Once a shepherd, Ormazd had now become the vassal king, proxy of the Lord of the Sands.<br/>Yet, even as the flowers bloomed and their fragrance filled the air, who would have thought that...<br/>The most bitter and violent demise was to follow the most vibrant bloom.<br/><br/>Following the old tales told to him by his master, Xiphos began his journey to the city of sapphires,<br/>Toward the lessons buried beneath the sands of yesteryear, which he would in future find repeated as the winds of infinite time blew...<br/>

233bfeb5

2022-12-05T22:52:51.177Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.167Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

98452

UI_RelicIcon_15024_5

A circular jade ornament. Legend has it that it was once used somewhere as a symbol for rituals to begin.

It is said that this jade ornament comes from the long-sealed sacred mountain.<br/>Just as a Starconch separated from the sea will recall the sound of the waves,<br/>The ornament will also emit the sound of flowing water.<br/><br/>You may often hear such rumors in inns...<br/>"You know, legend has it that the greatest treasure of the mountains is a slab of fine jade that can bring down sweet rains."<br/>"But when the world was in turmoil, demons began to covet its power."<br/>"So the master of the mountain split it into many parts, forming each part into different shapes, so as to hide them."<br/>"Then, the master concealed them underwater, in the hills, and some were even offered to shrines."<br/>"In the legends of Chenyu Vale, these jade ornaments bear the blessing of a deity's pact."<br/>"It's just that no one has been able to find them, even after so many years..."<br/><br/>The priest had been ever careful in hiding this jade loop on their person.<br/>But on certain years, they would discreetly show it to a friend with no sense of refinement on the eve of a departure.<br/>The priest would speak of its patterns and its origins, and of the pact made with a deity by their ancestors,<br/>But the friend was busy pounding herbs with mortar and pestle, and did not hear a single word.<br/><br/>"We do this song and dance every year, and I've heard this story who-knows-how-many times."<br/>"Didn't you say you'd treat me to some tea when you get back? Let's talk then."<br/>But that which came from the waters was not that which she had thought would come, and would vanish henceforth back into those waters...<br/><br/>Till today, the artisans of Yilong Port still make such simple ornaments.<br/>Visiting merchants will also often place these jade loops close to their ears, as the legend says,<br/>Wondering if they can truly hear the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on mountain stone.

21af1bb1

2022-11-01T23:20:41.058Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

79320

UI_RelicIcon_15005_2

A lightning-charged feather that still flickers with the wrath of the Thunderbird's cruel retribution.

The lost feather of the Thunderbird enchanted in purple lightning.<br/>It serves as the last witness of the destruction of the tribe.<br/><br/>The ancient tribe held the Thunderbird as its protector. But it rained down thunder upon the tribe.<br/>On one gloomy night, it shared a pure friendship with the lad.<br/>Once it departed, the lad picked up the feather it dropped.<br/><br/>"I shall sing you another tune,<br/>When you come again with thunder and rain."<br/><br/>Driven to madness by the remorse of a promise unkept,<br/>The Thunderbird left the mountain in cinders.<br/>It was hunted down years after, slain as a monster.<br/><br/>Years passed, the burned land revitalized.<br/>The lightning-feather was left buried in the vegetation.<br/>The story of the Thunderbird and the young lad all but perished with the tribe.<br/><br/>

16edd86d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.297Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

92310

UI_RelicIcon_15018_1

An intricately-made cup. Its appearance betrays nothing of its age to an observer.

He was born with a face fairer than any other,<br/>Destined to a long life and a hollow will.<br/><br/>He was a transcendent being, divinely created, but he was cast aside like worthless dross.<br/>Yet, due to an error that cannot be known, he roused himself from slumber,<br/>And began to wander the mortal realm.<br/><br/>Before the Fatui found him, he had drifted for countless years<br/>And in that time, this is what his experience had taught him:<br/><br/>"I am a 'human' who surpasses all others."<br/>"Even the gods daren't meddle in my fate."<br/>"Neither mortal nor god, nor fate itself, is qualified to be my judge."<br/>"I am free to choose how I wish to spend the remainder of my days."<br/><br/>"Since these mask-wearing people are so fun to be around..."<br/>"I think I'll become one of them."<br/>

166fbe70

2022-11-01T23:20:40.692Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

51150

UI_RelicIcon_10001_5

A sundial that has survived the ages, always silently recording the cycles of the sun and moon as they pass through the sky.

The traveler pursued both fate and the inexorable passage of time.<br/>The troupe that resisted the aristocracy — and their end — could be seen in the eternal flow of time.<br/><br/>In the course of a long journey, even the most well-made watch might cease to work.<br/>The only unfailing marker of time was the passage of the sun and moon.<br/>So to chase formless time, the traveler could only pursue light itself.<br/><br/>The great halls of the nobility, and the rebellious troupe with no room to lay their heads.<br/>Both were churned just the same by the flow of time, and both like fleeting dreams raced towards the same destruction.<br/><br/>Under the moonless night sky, the dark shadows drew upon the outlander's tired face.<br/>"The songs are spent like arrows few, to the choir the curtain calls."<br/>"Shall I ever see you smile anew, when the tower in the city square falls?"

17e8412c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.393Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

88350

UI_RelicIcon_15014_5

A sundial carved from a single, large piece of jade. Its lined with a pattern that silently records the passage of time.

A sundial made using regal jade.<br/>It silently pursues both time and tide.<br/><br/>Even rocks that have stood firm for time immemorial will eventually disintegrate over time, crumbling into dust and gravel.<br/><br/>Legend has it that the Lord of Geo once made the glittering stars of the earth into devices for telling time, all the better to teach the ancient humans about the value of every moment.<br/>Over the passage of time, this sundial came to be the prized possession of Kunwu, who was then still a young scholar in training.<br/><br/>"When I was young, I dreamed of studying the classics and going to Sumeru to attain the greatest wisdom."<br/>"Yet when gaining this dial, I played with and examined it for many long days, and could not find in it a single flaw."<br/>"Thus I changed tacks and sought a master craftsman to learn a new trade, and thereby challenge the creator of this divine tool."<br/>

179d2a64

2022-11-01T23:20:40.483Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

94422

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This was once the black feather of a certain tengu warrior, and was the treasured souvenir of an ancient swordsman.

Surrounded by the black feathers seized by his onrushing blade, the man who stood on the cusp of becoming a swordmaster...<br/>...Finally caught the girl who had been untouchable for so many years...<br/><br/>"Yikes, that was a close shave. Well done indeed."<br/>"If your sword hadn't been broken by your strength,"<br/>"I would've died here for sure. Well then..."<br/><br/>Teruyo, shall we change the venue for our duel next year?<br/>There are a few places I know of where you can also see the scarlet sakura falling...<br/>As he looked around at the small shrine he had destroyed, holding the tengu's trembling hand,<br/>These words lay on the tip of Michihiro's tongue even as he stared at the black feathers that he had sliced off.<br/><br/>"You did touch me, after all. I must admit that this is clearly your victory."<br/><br/>Victory has not been decided yet. Let's meet again next year, he wanted to say.<br/><br/>"Now, your sword can even surpass the speed of a tengu."<br/>"I will never forget a single one of our duels in these past thirteen years."<br/>"But as a Tengu, I have duties to the clan that I must fulfill."<br/>"Thinking back, I changed your name in hopes that you might escape from the curse of the oni bloodline."<br/>"With that war, non-human blood grows thinner and thinner."<br/>"Ah well. We should not covet the happy endings that humans enjoy, after all. But you're different."<br/>"You are now 'Iwakura.' You are no longer the 'Mikoshi' who shoulders the burden of oni blood."<br/><br/>"Goodbye, Michihiro, and please forget me."<br/>"Use your sword for the Iwakura bloodline... and open a path that belongs to the Iwakura alone."

1e936096

2022-12-05T22:53:27.069Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

89310

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Water balloons can be seen everywhere during the summer festival, but none are as finely-wrought as this one.

A beautiful water balloon filled with water.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>This is a memento from a chance meeting with something inhuman...<br/><br/>During the summer festival, I was separated from my parents.<br/>It was but a moment, but I had wanted to look at the water balloons,<br/>And let go my hand that had gripped on to my father's sleeve.<br/>Before we knew it, the tide of people escorting the divine palanquin had washed us apart.<br/><br/>I cried by the torii gates along the road to the shrine,<br/>And I counted the feet of the people ascending the mountain.<br/>I do not know when it happened,<br/>But a beautiful lady with fox-like eyes had come to my side, and taken my hand.<br/><br/>"How preposterous, to leave such an adorable child here."<br/>"So, how about it? Would you like to see the fireworks, throw some darts, and play fusen with me?"<br/>

173ab5c8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.558Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

89350

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A pocketwatch that has stopped at a certain point in time.

A small, ornate pocket watch.<br/>The watch seems to have stopped at a certain time of day.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>This has something to do with an encounter with something inhuman...<br/><br/>On the night of the summer festival, as I walked the path to the shrine with the girl I admired,<br/>I heard, only barely, the sound of a lost child's cries.<br/>In that moment of distraction, I fell, spraining my ankle and breaking that pocket watch.<br/><br/>While she ran to look for some ointment,<br/>I tried to make way for the people passing through,<br/>And sat down on a rock by the wayside to rest.<br/>The beautiful mask-wearing woman sat down beside me.<br/>"There are few who know about this spot."<br/>"But it's the best place to watch the fireworks, you know?"<br/><br/>It should have been a dream.<br/>We hadn't met in ten years,<br/>And she had aged not a single day in those years, and yet...<br/><br/>"You've grown so much. Looks like we should pass on the game of fusen."<br/>"I've brought wine, though. Let's watch the fireworks together. What do you say?"<br/>

18670cf6

2022-11-01T23:20:40.547Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

89330

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A popular mask cast in the image of a deity, as described in the legends.

The mask of one indwelt by a deity.<br/>A mask that has been cast in the image of some legendary deity.<br/><br/>People will often take on the guise of the fox of legend,<br/>Covering their faces with masks based on her divine visage,<br/>Perhaps wishing that they might gain her ability of transformation.<br/><br/>In Inazuma's legends, everything has a spirit.<br/>...But even so,<br/>It is likely that most such beings would have long fled,<br/>Driven into the forests by the suppression of the Shogun.<br/><br/>But many people still believe in these divine foxes and the ability to be indwelt by them...<br/>They believe that thousands of years of age may confer power upon animals.<br/>As such, they also believe in what this fox mask represents.<br/><br/>A note has been left on the back of this mask, written in a lovely hand.<br/>"I'm sorry, I departed under the cover of the fireworks."<br/>"We will most likely never meet again. Take care of yourself."<br/>

178f8a0d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.570Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

89320

UI_RelicIcon_15015_2

A well-crafted wooden dart. It will only stop once it has reached its destination.

An intricately-made throwing dart. It is a common sight during the summer festival.<br/>In the ghost stories of Inazuma,<br/>There is a tale about a meeting between the human and inhuman...<br/><br/>To celebrate my wife's pregnancy, I went to the shrine to give a votive offering.<br/>But for reasons unknown, I went up the mountain with these objects.<br/>The water balloon from when I seven, the fox mask from when I was seventeen,<br/>And a flower that would not wilt in ten or even a hundred years.<br/><br/>Why did I expect to meet her again?<br/>No matchmaker introduced myself and my wife, and we were always short on money,<br/>And it took some time for us to produce an heir,<br/>But our days were still filled with happiness, were they not?<br/><br/>But still I detoured on that mountain road to the place where I'd seen the fireworks with her.<br/>Pulling the bushes apart, I thought I saw her dressed in white, sitting upon that rock.<br/>But when I came forward and looked, it was just a fox sunbathing.<br/>It leaped up at the sound of snapping branches, and fled into the woods,<br/>And like the spots of light that poke between leaves moved by the breeze, it was gone in a flash.<br/>All that was left was an old wooden throwing dart.

1a111ecb

2022-11-01T23:20:40.543Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

89340

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A man-made flower in eternal bloom. Who knows if there truly is life in there?

A summer festival flower that blooms forever,<br/>That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.<br/><br/>Some may label it an imitation, an false life,<br/>For life lies in change, pain and growth,<br/>In meetings, and also in partings.<br/><br/>But the memories of meeting her,<br/>Of watching the fireworks bloom in the sky like fresh flowers together,<br/>The memories of that foxy-eyed woman who eventually disappeared without a trace...<br/>That unwithering flower is the final thing to remember her by.<br/><br/>In the end, the difference comes down to the fact that for some,<br/>Life is as eternal as this undying summer bloom,<br/>But for most, it is as transient as smoke.<br/>

161920a3

2022-11-01T23:20:40.524Z

2022-09-06T00:04:09.000Z

94452

UI_RelicIcon_15020_5

An exquisite seal cage patterned with pansies painted upon a black backdrop, decorated with shining inlaid seashells and intricate gold-work.

In the distant past, when Seirai Island had yet to be shrouded by storm clouds, memories would rise and fall like breaths.<br/>In the end, the elegant container that contained thunderstorms and tremors could not be handed over to the one to whom it was promised.<br/><br/>"Did you come to me because the string is broken again? You're such a headache."<br/>"Other than your swordsmanship, you're just an idiotic old gambler, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"Hmph. Don't you look down on me. I learned my archery from a tengu, you know? It's pretty famous, too."<br/>"It's just that I'm too good with a sword, you know? That's why no one ever talks about my archery."<br/>"Actually, now that I think about it, that's such a waste of good archery. How about I teach it to you, then?"<br/><br/>Once upon a time, you mended that idiot's broken seal cage, all the while speaking those harsh words...<br/>Once upon a time, though you used harsh words to divert others, you could not help but smile faintly.<br/><br/>"Please. You're already a Hatamoto with important responsibilities. Why are you still running around looking for trouble?"<br/>"And you're already married too, to a sweet wife no less. Why do you spend your days wandering and gambling, huh?"<br/><br/>You're already...<br/>The question was on the edge of your lips, but you were unable to ask, and you decided never to bring it up again.<br/>If the Lady Saiguu had been here with you, she would surely have put it in a clever and merry way...<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter anymore. I gave myself a holiday, at least for today."<br/>"Let's leave that whole shrine business behind and sneak off to the seaside, just like we did when you were little."<br/><br/>And so he dragged you to the harbor, where you watched the ships sailing back and forth, as if in a trance.<br/>You listened to him talk about Teruyo of the shrine, and how she had inherited her master's beauty and skill.<br/>You listened to him talk about his terrifying nightmares, in which he cut off his own head...<br/>But you both knew that those were just words to hide the melancholy of adulthood.<br/><br/>Later, a long time later,<br/>Overlooking the mossy reefs and the harbor where the two of you once had that quiet rendezvous...<br/>For the gambler to win his bet again, for the sake of praying for his safety...<br/>Once again, you dared to stand upon those heights, holding up the seal cage that you made with your own hands.<br/>Bearing the hope of retrieving those memories, you gathered the power of thunder and lightning.

2b5b3134

2022-11-01T23:20:40.742Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

30442

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An insignia in the shape of a lovely little flower that was once worn by pilgrims in times long bygone.

"My innocent daughter, my Khvarena..."<br/>"I shall give you unto another mother. Love her, and be loyal to her."<br/>"She is no less than I, and her light is yet more radiant than mine."<br/>"I once encountered a faceless nightmare in my dreams, and it frightened me to no end."<br/>"And so I separated you from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, the light of my eyes..."<br/>"I once warned her of the coming of the dark tide, and it is from this that your destiny arises."<br/>"Please do not be afraid, and do not flee, do not let your Khvarena dim, and do not disgrace your mother."<br/>"Just as it is my fate to sacrifice myself for mortals, so too is sacrifice the beautiful prelude to new life..."<br/>"Go now, into your verdant mother's embrace. You shall find your destiny in her realm."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, my pure daughter..."<br/>"You shall change utterly. You shall face the trial of division and death."<br/>"And after that, you shall become immortal — and yet that shall be a harder road still..."<br/>"The lord of sweet dew and the lord of grass and trees shall precede you in losing their divine forms..."<br/>"They shall be forgotten, and only the memory of your sacrifice will be remembered."<br/><br/>"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers..."<br/>"If you are resolved to not retreat out of fear..."<br/>"Then throw yourself into the embrace of your new mistress."

1cc529b3

2023-04-10T22:21:31.648Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.647Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

92340

UI_RelicIcon_15018_4

A hard, blue artificial flower. Its petals shall never wither, nor shall its colors fade.

"You astound me. You have but a human body, and yet you carry such a power within you."<br/>"You claim that you have no tears left to cry, no blood left to shed, but surely this is because you have filled yourself with fire..."<br/>"Though your body has long been covered in scars, fierce flames are all that now may flow, like molten iron, from your eyes and your wounds."<br/>"But we appear to have gotten off-topic. I followed the trail of smoke and tracked you down because I wish to strike a deal with you..."<br/>"Let the flames that now devour you be extinguished by the grace of Her Majesty. What say you?"<br/><br/>The first Fatuus gave power to a young woman in whom the flame of life had all but died,<br/>And in her wild imagination, she saw the line that lay between the corrupt past and a stainless future...<br/><br/>"I understand. Then, let glacial ice take the place of my erased past and extinguish these undying flames."<br/>"Let the darkness of corruption, the pain of the world, and the humans, beasts, and the sin they carry all be purified by silent ice."<br/><br/>But despite this, a pure white flame continued to burn within her heart...<br/><br/>"We share the same goal, you, your Tsaritsa, and I."<br/>"Cleanse the sources of distortion in this world: short-sighted, ignorant gods and the darkness and corruption of the Abyss."<br/>"Good. I will do whatever it takes to become an effective instrument in the advancement of our common cause."<br/>"For even if I dress in pure white from head to toe, the ashes of the dead that have long left their stain on every inch of my being can never be cleansed."<br/>

1e1724b8

2022-11-01T23:20:40.665Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

98442

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A jade carved into the shape of a flower. A phantom scent, here one instant and gone the next, swirls around it.

Each year, when the Spiritscent Flowers bloom, Qiaoying Village will prepare for its tea-serving ceremonies.<br/>Once the flowers wither, flower tea infused with nine layers of scents are presented in the village hall.<br/>The Spiritscent Flower is a fleeting thing, much like the sudden coming and going of a certain adeptus.<br/>This one left behind the ambiguous name of "Herblord," as well as many foggy and fragmented legends.<br/><br/>In one such tale, the Herblord's adeptal form would turn into the branches of an ancient tea tree.<br/>In another, the adeptus flew up to the adeptal mountain on a subdued evil beast.<br/>There is even a story that goes like this—<br/><br/>The young lady grasped at the hooded hat on the ground as she struggled ashore, placing it on her head haphazardly.<br/>For if she did not cover her face, then she might feel embarrassed and find herself at a loss for words.<br/>Just then, the orchestrator of her suffering poked their head out of the water.<br/>The rainbow-scales on their body glimmered, as if to revel in this victory.<br/><br/>"*cough* Alright! So you can swim! Very impressive! ...You know what? May you drown someday!"<br/><br/>She spoke these words in anger, but also in jest.<br/>And yet that glittering streak would eventually sink into the depths, never to come back to the surface.

1b9a95a2

2022-11-01T23:20:41.041Z

2022-09-06T00:04:18.000Z

95452

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As far as Inazuma is concerned, this is some small object from overseas. The heart of this mechanism has been removed, and its hands no longer turn.

He was originally born to be a vessel for a "heart."<br/>But he shed tears in his dreams.<br/>His creator observed thus:<br/>He was too fragile, whether it be as a human or as a tool.<br/><br/>Yet his creator would not destroy him, and so allowed him to continue slumbering.<br/>In her latter works, she would also consign designs that might store such a heart to obsolescence.<br/>Not long after, that noblest and most prestigious "proof" in the world would come to have no home,<br/>And thus was sent to the great shrine at Mt. Yougou.<br/><br/>Later, the beautiful puppet awoke and began his wanderings.<br/>He observed many a heart,<br/>Good ones, upright ones, strong ones, gentle ones...<br/>The puppet, too, desired a heart.<br/><br/>Later, the lovely puppet would finally obtain that "heart."<br/>It was, after all, his purpose for being, the very reason he existed.<br/>Yet, it was not what the puppet truly desired,<br/>For it did not contain any blessings,<br/>But was instead a sacrifice brimming with selfishness, hypocrisy, cunning and curses,<br/>All wrapped in an amiable husk.<br/><br/>Good and evil were the song of sentient life, useless and cacophonous.<br/>But if he were to wrench this "heart" out,<br/>He would no longer be able to feel anything at all...

1aca2aec

2022-11-01T23:20:40.819Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

97452

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An ancient timepiece with a mighty solid look. Its luster is produced by sand crystal.

It is said that Rex Lapis was still young, the sun was a chariot that raced across the earth.<br/>When the three sisters of the night sky were martyred in a calamity, the solar chariot fell into a deep gorge.<br/>The mountain people, taking it for a sign, repaired the device, allowing it to shine through the darkness again.<br/>And though it was returned to its constant westward cycle, a single piece would forever remain behind.<br/>When they moved to the city, they would grind that fragment into crystals and sell it to someone who knew its value...<br/><br/>"Hey, hey, that's a joke, right? I mean, you can't trust these baseless folktales, can you?"<br/>"The merchants of Shenglu Hall have long left their obscurity and forgotten their past."<br/>"Glittering Sand Crystal cannot easily be made into lacquerware, after all, nor is it suited to making luxury paints."<br/>"According to the miners at The Chasm — and mind you don't believe this story too readily either—"<br/>"This timepiece and sand crystal came from the Millelith five hundred years ago."<br/><br/>In the lightless abyss where light wrestled against darkness, even one with a Yaksha's might could not hold out for long.<br/>And all the more did mere mortals need light to prevent them from getting lost in the steel curtain of devouring night.<br/>The Millelith thus collected glowing sand to light the way, and it just so happened to resemble the pale moonlight.<br/>The timepiece for its part told of the time they spent there in the abyss, and serves as proof that where they fell, others have come after to take up their duty.

1ee86477

2023-02-28T17:29:29.976Z

2023-02-28T16:58:06.000Z

71340

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A long-extinct flower, covered in beads of frost, that once grew on the glaciers. There was a time when even the proudest and most arrogant warriors bowed before it.

This is a flower of ever-frost, plucked by a pair of gentle hands.<br/>It must have given a certain someone the strength to see winter as a warm embrace.<br/><br/>"This fourth fresco is prepared for you. Your likeness will forever remain on this wall."<br/>"For the sake of that fresco, and for everyone's sake, I will wait for you, and pray for your return..."<br/><br/>The maiden stood before a blank wall, and smiling, she pinned a small flower to the hero's breast.<br/>That was an elegant and unruffled fellow, who would never bat an eyelid, not even in the face of death itself.<br/><br/>The heroism of the Icebreaker was forgotten, buried in the storms of the North.<br/>Since then, the snow has melted — but this flower has not withered.<br/>

1734c6c4

2022-11-01T23:20:39.688Z

2022-09-06T00:03:55.000Z

95432

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A hat that once shielded a wanderer from sun and rain. It eventually became a convenient tool with which faces might be hidden and expressions obscured.

"Where are you going, wanderer?"<br/>The roving youth was stopped by a child's shout.<br/>That was a child of a Tatarasuna crafts-person, and while he was ill, his eyes were still clear.<br/>The youth told the child that he was bound for Inazuma City.<br/>"But it's raining really hard right now. They say that the people who left haven't returned!"<br/>The youth opened and closed his mouth a few times... But at last could only give the child a small smile.<br/>The next time he set foot upon that island, that child was nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>"Where are you going, Inazuman? This boat is not for you!"<br/>The wandering young man was halted at the harbor by a boatman.<br/>But before the youth could draw his blade, a man in his company stopped him.<br/>The man told the mariner that the outlander youth was with him.<br/>"Ah, so he's your guest, sir? My apologies for my presumption."<br/>The man gave the youth a coat to keep the cold out, but the youth shook his head.<br/>He had no need of such things — he only wished to know what interesting things he might find on this long journey.<br/><br/>"Lord Harbinger. Where are you headed?"<br/>The youth, hating chatty humans the most, gave his subordinate a backhand slap.<br/>But he also loved watching expressions of terror and helplessness play across human faces,<br/>And it was perhaps precisely because of this imbecilic underling's expressiveness that he had kept them around.<br/>He told the groveling, quailing figure that they were headed east, for Mondstadt.<br/>"I understand! I'll get your bodyguards ready right now!"<br/>He had no need of guards, of course, but he was lazier still to barter words with cretins.<br/>Donning his wanderer's hat, he headed eastward alone.<br/><br/>"Child, where are you going?"<br/>Returning home, the youth was stopped at the roadside by an old woman.<br/>He told her that he was going west.<br/>"To Yashiori Island, then? What business are you on?"<br/>She had said this thoughtlessly, knowing only that things had not been peaceful of late.<br/>The youth thanked her for her concern with earnest smile and told her that he was bound for an appointed meeting.<br/>As the boat gradually approached the shore, a lady in foreign garb could be seen standing by the shoreline,<br/>And she threw a small crystal sphere at the youth from afar.<br/>Catching it with ease, he lifted it up to the dying, bloodied sun.

2a30e752

2022-11-01T23:20:40.829Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

93422

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A demon-slaying arrow of a rather ancient make. It seems to have been preserved with great care by someone, even until the present day.

A demon-slaying arrow used by the shrine for prayers and to drive away catastrophes,<br/>It is said to be capable of pursuing and destroying all demons.<br/><br/>People often say that demon-slaying arrows can drive away evil, but evil is never an objective thing.<br/>Evil often stems from within our hearts, born out of delirious minds that have turned cold and ashen from terror.<br/>Lady Saiguu has been gone for a long time now, and I am no longer that young shrine maiden training at the Grand Narukami Shrine.<br/>Whenever I hold that empty smoking pipe, I can feel that emptiness and dull pain hover over me like a phantom.<br/><br/>Having someone worth missing, losing someone whom I cannot help missing... And time keeps moving like a spinning wheel.<br/>Silent and tranquil, the Lady Kitsune's white form hidden in the deep darkness left a deep impression in the shrine maiden's dreams.<br/>The Great Tengu went into self-imposed exile, enraged at her own incompetence as the Lady Saiguu's protector, leaving Teruyo behind.<br/>Harunosuke left for another country amid the fury of his mourning, while Nagamasa joined the Shogunate to clear the Mikoshi name.<br/>As for the man who taught me archery in the sacred forest and patiently listened to my naïve promise under the scarlet sakura boughs,<br/>He will eventually return to me, even if he were to be blinded by splattered blood, or turned into a fierce beast by that dark defilement...<br/><br/>I shall save him with our bow and arrows, to keep our promise, which ever veers towards breaking.<br/>I shall destroy evil with our bow and arrows, exorcising folly and needless obsession.<br/><br/>"Come see me, you idiotic problem gambler."<br/>"And don't lose your way this time, Konbumaru."<br/><br/>Still, who won the last throw of the dice...<br/>She touched the bow lightly while pondering such unimportant things.

21b4e236

2022-11-01T23:20:40.706Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

21432

UI_RelicIcon_15026_3

This gold-inlaid headband was once used by desert priests in the days of old. They were made in imitation of one worn by a legendary ruler of the desert peoples.

"The ruler shall come with light that blazes like the sun,"<br/>"And will take from the people the crown woven from rose thorns."<br/>The first divine pillar descended from the skies, burying tree and meadow under the flowing sands.<br/>The golden sun fell, then rose again, clothing the sea of sand in an opulent death-shroud.<br/><br/>Later, the venomous winds of time disturbed the slumber of the fallen, attracting nostalgic delusions.<br/>In that accursed time, many cities thrived atop fertile oases.<br/>Following the ideals of their God King, the priests would rule the utopias justly, spreading abundance everywhere.<br/>Once, the wise mortal king and the clergy received divine oracles personally, and they were the masters of the land.<br/>Today, those who rule as proxies in the oases are the shadows of the gods.<br/><br/>"The royal regalia and divine scepters are scattered across the land like jujubes,"<br/>"And under the shade, the subjects could live and seek."<br/><br/>Some time later, absurd decisions would be issued alongside illusory madness,<br/>Using lovely expectations as bait to lead the people towards a bitter end.

19e4876a

2022-09-06T00:05:09.665Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.184Z

2022-09-06T00:04:21.000Z

34442

UI_RelicIcon_15034_4

A brooch that the witch in the tale wore. As with the other ornaments she loved, this was characterized by butterfly-like shapes.

The little dog ran up to the attic, got a nose full of dust, and couldn't help but have a sneezing fit.<br/>"Come on, Pie, just look at you! You used to be the color of Apple Pie, but now you look more like you've been covered in mulberry jam!"<br/>The little girl pursued the dog named "Pie" into the tiny attic, and helped him brush the dust away.<br/>The attic was filled with beautifully bound books, and the girl chose one from the shelf. The cover was adorned with beautiful golden-winged butterflies.<br/>"It looks like a storybook. Maybe the stories that Mother likes to tell are from this book! What do you think, Pie?"<br/>The little dog gave a short bark and curled up by her feet as usual.<br/>"Hmph! If I can finish it before Mother..."<br/>And so the girl opened the storybook, and the yellowed pages unfurled like the wings of a butterfly...<br/><br/>That was a story that happened not long ago. Legends say that in the Echoing Woods, there lived a witch who could grant any wish.<br/>But this witch was just as eccentric as those to be found in other stories. She used magic to cover the entire forest in a thick, impenetrable fog. Any who entered would be confused by the echoes, and so few could find her secluded hut, much less make any wish.<br/>But one day, a youth finally knocked on the witch's door.<br/>The youth had originally been looking for a blue flower, but his gaze had been drawn by a golden-winged butterfly. As he chased it, he arrived at the witch's hut without realizing it. Only then did he recall the legends of the wish-granting witch, and after hemming and hawing, he finally decided to knock.<br/>Before he could knock thrice, the door opened.<br/>"I have a wish..." Began the youth.<br/>"That's what they all say." The witch cut him off, "For me, granting your wishes is a trifling matter. But the price of said wish is different for everybody."<br/>"The girl I love... Her heart already belongs to another. But I do not wish to use the power of magic to change her feelings, I only want her to have all the happiness in the world. If you can grant this wish, I will give you anything I have, my time, my money, even my soul, I willingly offer it all to you."<br/>"Your wish will come true. But the price will be paid in the future, and the price won't necessarily be your soul... We witches do what we will."<br/>"But what in this world could be more precious than a person's soul?"<br/>"You'll know when the appointed time comes, that only a heart of gold may be weighed."<br/>...

2ad8374c

2023-12-18T23:32:54.215Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.674Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

28412

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A small bottle made of purple crystal. An emerald cap keeps it tightly sealed.

In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers...<br/>As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved.<br/><br/>The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said.<br/>None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods.<br/>But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen.<br/>The desert and oasis were sovereigns most high, yet held wild thoughts of rebellion the most strongly.<br/><br/>"I shall keep your secrets on account of the feelings my heart holds for you and the Lord of Wisdom."<br/>"I shall fashion you a bridge to allow you to slake your deepest wants. But you must fear not the crystalline sapphire nail..."<br/>"I will deliver you unto higher knowledge. But as I have warned, you are fated to lose much in this exchange..."<br/>"Nevertheless, hide my lesson in your heart. Remember the punishment that once was inflicted on the fallen envoys of heaven."<br/>"Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary."<br/><br/>Wreathed in darkness, she guided her dearest friend toward the path to understanding all there was to know about the skies and the abyss.<br/>Using her body as a conduit and offering the oasis in trade, she let the dazzling radiance consume her to see his deepest desires be made manifest...<br/><br/>Sandstorms swept in revelrous havoc across the paradise that was now missing one of its gods, folding the skies with yellow sand, swallowing all in calamity...<br/>King Deshret returned from the swirling sands that devoured the skies. The Lord of Flowers, however, was never seen again.<br/><br/>"... I just dreamed of you... feeling your way through the walls of a crystalline maze... All that can be seen... is but sand..."<br/>

254b5d6a

2022-12-05T22:52:51.429Z

2023-02-28T17:29:30.011Z

2023-02-28T16:58:07.000Z

96442

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A soft flower that has taken on the many shades of the capricious ocean. It shines with wondrous colors under the moon's silver light.

A tender flower from the ocean. Its core is adorned with pure pearls.<br/>The songs of Watatsumi Island say that these flowers bloom in the pearl-lit depths.<br/>Steeped in the lovesickness of the diving sea-daughters and the gentle moonlight, they would give off a pearly gleam.<br/><br/>When all conflicts have ceased, the sea beasts shall no longer weep for their lonesome companions,<br/>And when the moonlight rises over Touzan, the lovely deity shall rise and sing.<br/>"Come, sea-daughters, come and see, O people of my heart, for the moon is out tonight."<br/>"Though Touzan might fall this night, the lightning and the storm can never hide the moon's pearly glory..."<br/><br/>The lonesome maiden will sing and dance upon the moon-silver waves.<br/>The divers shall forget the pain of loss, and even the tender flowers will regain their vibrance.

172a98db

2022-11-01T23:20:40.843Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

62120

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A bird's feather that serves as a quill pen. The tip has long been stained black.

The scholar's quill pen is made from the feather of an exotic bird.<br/>After an enormous amount of writing, the feather has been stained black.<br/>In all her years, the scholar never thought of changing her stained quill pen for a new one.<br/>Just as an old soldier feels most at ease with his own weapon, the scholar needed her familiar quill pen.<br/>

13f72091

2022-11-01T23:20:39.651Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62130

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This corrective lens helped restore the vision of one whose eyes were damaged from intensive studying.

The pursuit of knowledge is a risky gamble. Even after devoting one's entire life to it, it may prove to have been futile.<br/>The scholar spent half of her lifetime in endless research, taking notes and making calculations.<br/>Having failed to find the answers she was looking for, she once hesitated and questioned her career choice, thus wasting further time.<br/>Her once sharp eyesight had also been damaged by intensive reading.<br/>All this, and the answers she sought were still beyond her reach.<br/>

14cda302

2022-11-01T23:20:39.663Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62110

UI_RelicIcon_10012_1

Originally designed to hold drinking water, this cup was stained black after a scholar used it to wash their paint brushes.

A delicate tea cup that belonged to a scholar. This treasured cup is made of light porcelain and gilded with gold stripes.<br/>The dainty cup was in stark contrast with the messy room in which it was found, but seemed to suggest that the scholar was from a well-to-do family.<br/>Not caring about the beauty and purpose of the tea cup, the scholar in her ivory tower dipped her quill pen in it.<br/>She only saw it as a convenient ware to wash the tip. Now covered in ink stains, the cup has long since lost its former elegance.<br/>

1507f1ca

2022-11-01T23:20:39.658Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62150

UI_RelicIcon_10012_5

A small desktop clock, whose former owner was a scholar sat in a windowless room buried in books. This was probably the only reference they had to the time of day.

A delicate clock placed carefully on the scholar's desk.<br/>Spending days and nights in her study, the scholar lost all sense of time.<br/>This exquisite clock served as a beacon guiding the scholar in her relentless pursuit of knowledge.<br/>The time the scholar spent would prove to be fruitful. Knowledge would find its way to her.<br/>

144188d6

2022-11-01T23:20:39.654Z

2022-09-06T00:03:53.000Z

62140

UI_RelicIcon_10012_4

A dried flower used as a bookmark. It has absorbed the scent from the pages.

Flowers were a rare sight for the scholar who lived in her ivory tower, buried under piles of books.<br/>A young man, who admired the scholar, once gave her this exotic flower in the hope of bringing some life to the dull and lonely days she spent in her study.<br/>The scholar accepted the gift gratefully and made a flower bookmark with it.<br/>Ever since then, there has always been a splash of vivid color hidden somewhere in the pages of the dull piles of books.<br/>

147b5373

2022-11-01T23:20:39.648Z

2022-09-06T00:03:52.000Z

20422

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An emerald leaf as fluffy as a feather. Plucked from the raiment of a forest scholar.

Those were the years of the lord of the labyrinth...<br/>It is said that the most virtuous and visionary of the royal servants was a young girl who could understand the language of all beasts and read the poetry of moonlight.<br/>She guarded the silent forest, the still water that embraced the moon, and the endless hunting grounds at the very end of the dream forest.<br/>"We were born in the verdant royal forest. Our world is under the tree-shade and above the meadow."<br/>"That which comes from the forest must return to it. As long as we follow the laws of nature, then we shall not fear death."<br/>"For all those who follow nature must pass through the maze of the forest and reach that endless plain."<br/>Her teachings once inspired many children, but like the blood of tigers, it too would slowly grow thin...<br/><br/>Those were the years of the ominous moon...<br/>They say that the blind boy followed in the footsteps of his white-armored brother, traversing kingdoms, mountains, and rivers,<br/>At last becoming lost in the dark forest.<br/>He was obsessed with swordsmanship but was gentler than anyone. He was too dogmatic, but adhered to justice more than anyone...<br/>At the end of the everlasting, white phantom in his heart, what he discovered was a relic of the woods, pure white as the moonlight.<br/>Later, there came beasts that lusted after flesh and blood. When the huntress finally came to him, following the shimmering light of the white branches,<br/>He had already lost the power to make wishes, and the white form that once guided him had faded into darkness and disappeared...<br/><br/>Those were the years when the night was on the rise. Those were the years when dawn was still far-off.<br/>From the nightmare, the wise caught a glimpse of the dark longsword and the red blooming in the water.

2060f085

2022-09-06T00:05:09.393Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.127Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

94412

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An intricately-designed wine vessel that a world-famous martial artist once drank from.

With his secret sword technique, Tengu Sweeper, Iwakura Michihiro became the Kujou Clan's swordsmanship instructor.<br/>He also received the title of "Douin" and founded a successful sword school.<br/>As he headed off to take up his post at the Kujou Estate, Michihiro, who had long learned how to drink,<br/>Stepped into the branch shrine that had been utterly destroyed by his completion of the Tengu Sweeper.<br/>Here, in the courtyard of this abandoned branch shrine, he had sparred with the Tengu of Yougou thirteen times in the last thirteen years.<br/>He remembered his encounter with the black-winged tengu who had called herself "Teruyo of Yougou"...<br/><br/>Thirteen years went by like a dream<br/>The scarlet snow flies through the shadowed pass like smoke<br/>You have now gone afar<br/><br/>The Sacred Sakura petals fell then, too, as if they were snow from the sky.<br/>The branch shrine had lost the god it worshipped, but it was still in a fine state.<br/>Laughter as clear as spring water echoed between the mountains.<br/>But never again would the two set foot in that desolate yard.

18ba6a1f

2022-12-05T22:53:27.126Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

81310

UI_RelicIcon_15007_1

An ornamental urn that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Mournful winds seem to echo within its empty interior.

An ornamental urn made of sapphire, bearing the silver insignia of a noble house.<br/>It is exquisite and elegant, a testament to the aesthetics of the ancient nobles of Mondstadt.<br/><br/>A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.<br/>However, the extravagant treasures that once lay inside are now gone.<br/>These luxuries were symbols of the noble's stature,<br/>as well as the confidence, pride, and prosperity of the people of Mondstadt.<br/><br/>Then, the nobles fell prey to power.<br/>They took and they spent without regard for the people.<br/>Luxurious accessories became vanity items.<br/>

158da7dc

2022-11-01T23:20:40.359Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81350

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A pocket watch that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Passed down from generation to generation, it has witnessed many years of history.

An exquisite pocket watch made of sapphire.<br/>It remains functional even after all these years.<br/><br/>The pocket watch of a noble who once ruled over Mondstadt. The time it tells is still accurate.<br/>Punctuality is a virtue, and this pocket watch helped the nobles stay on a virtuous path.<br/>It was more for self-discipline than a tool to influence the common folk.<br/>At daybreak, a worthy noble must be more vigilant than his people.<br/>At night, he should be more thoughtful and restless than they.<br/><br/>Over the years, the once-strict schedule was overturned by their indolent descendants.<br/>Their timepieces grew more extravagant, but lost their virtuous function.<br/>

164080a5

2022-11-01T23:20:40.349Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81320

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A feathered hat accessory worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt on hunts. It still stands proudly as if no time has passed.

The feather of a falcon proudly perched on top of an old noble's hat.<br/>Hunting with the common folk and sharing the spoils with them was an old tradition.<br/><br/>Commonplace were the hunts, a hobby of the ruling class of Mondstadt.<br/>The festivities were shared with their servants and the common folk,<br/>As a sign of the benevolence of the nobles.<br/>All the people were eager participants in the festivities.<br/><br/>Hunts soon lost their meaning.<br/>The nobles took everything as their own, presuming it their right.<br/>Proudly the feather still stood, yet faded was its color in the people's eyes.<br/>

1590f4ec

2022-11-01T23:20:40.337Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81330

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A masquerade mask worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Its hollow eyes are fixated on the golden days of the past.

A silver mask inlaid with gold and gems and engraved with delicate patterns.<br/>Delicately made, it showcases the elegance and customs of the old nobles.<br/><br/>The first nobles who rose up to rule Mondstadt began as heroes of humble origins.<br/>These great chieftains and elegant princes as well as beautiful princesses and noblemen<br/>once welcomed the people to their banquets and feasts.<br/>In those days long past, the nobles shared their wisdom and elegance generously.<br/><br/>In that golden age, the nobles shared with the people their knowledge and profits.<br/>But the later nobles were seduced by power. Their banquets were exclusively for their own pleasure.<br/>

15edbc86

2022-11-01T23:20:40.363Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

81340

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A satin flower with a glossy finish, fit for an elegant gathering. It still looks as distinguished as it did on the day it was cast aside.

A blue lily made of silky satin<br/>that once served as a noblewoman's headdress.<br/><br/>A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.<br/>In that legendary age, the nobles were examples for the people.<br/>They guided their subjects with their conduct and wisdom.<br/>They were the true representation of the people of Mondstadt.<br/>They were noble not only in lineage,<br/>but also in their commitment to virtues and principles.<br/><br/>The longevity of the nobles was cut short by their endless self-indulgence.<br/>Ostentation gave way to devolution.<br/>

1559df79

2022-11-01T23:20:40.332Z

2022-09-06T00:04:05.000Z

33422

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A butterfly-shaped feather accessory made from silver and azure crystals. It is said to, in the distant past, have symbolized an oath to never be parted.

Even in the long years before the Many Waters converged, in a tribe as short-lived as the waving seagrass, a gentle evening breeze once caressed the lingering moonlight.<br/>A youth, yet ignorant of the laws of the God-King and the path laid by the heavens beyond his ken, adorned her ear with a butterfly wing.<br/>In the traditions of the people of bygone times, the dancing butterflies were guides of souls, representing the vow and promise to not part until death.<br/>Then, the warrior who had yet to become a musician deeply believed that the days to come were as innumerable as the countless yesterdays, like a whirling dance balanced on this single moment...<br/><br/>Yet the currents of fate swept inexorably towards pain and suffering, and the ephemeral wishes of days past perished amidst the cries of blood and flame.<br/>When their paths next crossed, it would be in the faraway city, and the disparate tribes that once warred had all been united.<br/>The young musician came disguised as a wandering traveler, and in the tournament defeated countless heroes of great renown whose praises would be sung for generations,<br/>And at last, he was granted an audience along with the King as champion newly crowned. Ideals of harmony and glory were expounded upon, meaning to extinguish forever the fires of war and burning desire for vengeance.<br/><br/>Even the wisest of musicians never anticipated that the moment his identity was revealed, all that would greet him were blades shining like lakelight.<br/>As the artificial body was cut to ribbons and his consciousness was about to return, the last thing the musician heard was her whispering as she took him into her arms...<br/><br/>"...████, my ████... You need no longer force yourself to speak that which you do not wish"<br/>"I know that it is the accursed Usurper who has profaned your soul, and imprisoned you in stone"<br/>"Worry not, my ████... I have never forgotten the oath we took then, not for a moment"<br/>"No matter what price I must pay, I will save you from those freezing fetters, your eternal chains"<br/>"And when we finally enjoy the embrace of the Queen of All Waters once more, we shall take leave of trouble and sorrow"<br/>"When this pale butterfly takes flight and dances once more, it shall guide our souls to the far shore of the Many Waters"

375b1bd8

2023-12-18T23:32:54.156Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.543Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

52120

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A shimmering feather from a songbird that brings a nudge of courage to its wearer.

To comfort his crybaby of a companion, the young hero gave his friend a bird's feather.<br/>This was proof of their shared adventure, of the treasure they found together, and was meant to embolden his comrade.<br/><br/>Much later, one of them was named a "lion,"<br/>And became a crownless king at the head of many knights.<br/>The other became a "wolf,"<br/>Supporting his friend from the shadows, and running affairs of state.<br/><br/>In those turbulent times, the two defended their home and each other like sword and dagger.<br/>But this was a story from long ago.<br/>So many were lost during the cataclysm.<br/>

15524954

2022-11-01T23:20:39.407Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

33412

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An opulent vessel made based on the form of the legendary "Pure Grail." It is said to be able to fulfill the wishes of the purest of people.

In the long years before the Many Waters converged, legends of the Pure Grail circulated amongst the tribes of the people of bygone times.<br/>Yet from time immemorial, none has yet laid eyes on the Grail itself. The sole evidence that this "Golden Grail Brimming with Primordial Water" is more than a mere fantasy born of human imagination,<br/>Are a few scattered words echoing throughout the ages from ancient Oceanids.<br/>Legends say that sacred vessel can cure even the most terrifying of wounds, restore youth, and revive the dead,<br/>And that only the purest of people can behold its glory, obtaining eternal life and wisdom unending.<br/><br/>But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The curtain may fall abruptly on the once most splendorous of songs in but a single night.<br/>The cries of countless self-proclaimed civilized citizens sank into the endless waves along with the golden city bearing the name of eternity.<br/>But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The vow of vengeance, once sworn, may be torn asunder in a single night.<br/>The songstress who swore to wash away her foes in a tide of blood and tears awoke from her familiar nightmare, only to see naught but raging waves spanning the horizon, even unto the far shore...<br/><br/>"O sons of the high sea, stained with original sin, we brother and sisters who have drunk deep from the well of suffering"<br/>"You know well the fearful fate foretold, you have seen the cataclysm that will eventually come"<br/>"Harden your heartstrings, and do not fear, nor be you dismayed"<br/>"You need only seek out the primordial water, seek out the primordial chalice that grants every prayer"<br/>"You need only speak your wish to her, and all sins shall be forgiven"<br/><br/>Thus, for the Oceanid's pledge, the songstress embarked on the road to seek the Pure Grail,<br/>Thus, the heterodoxy that "the Pure Grail can grant any wish" began to spread far and wide among the people,<br/>'Twas not until twilight's end that she finally realized, just what that "primordial chalice" actually was...

261a9dd8

2023-12-18T23:32:54.186Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.607Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

33432

UI_RelicIcon_15033_3

A formal hat that was once in vogue amongst creators of opera in Fontaine. Word has it that its feathered adornment was based on the legendary helms of the Lochknights.

In the years when the Many Waters converged, the gentle mistress crossed the ruins of ages past and built a new city.<br/>The long night had passed and dawn was breaking: The past had become a shadow of a dream, dissolving with the darkness of the night.<br/>This was the true Golden Age. No more Usurpers obsessed with power, no more barbarians indulging in vengeance,<br/>The glorious symphony would never sound again, only odes to love and verses of justice, blown by the morning breeze to the four corners of the high sea...<br/><br/>Such subject matter easily endures the tides of time, and even today, more than a thousand years hence, the people still ardently enjoy them,<br/>Such as the adventures of the Lochknights, told and retold by generations of poets and playwrights, tales long since known to all and sundry.<br/>It is said that they swore by silver armor to fight alongside the Oceanids, to protect the yet untainted pure dews,<br/>It is said that they travailed through uncounted trials and tribulations before finally finding the legendary Pure Grail, welcoming the return of the Queen of Many Waters...<br/><br/>"The court that gathered great and glorious heroes, knights bathed in the blood of dragons"<br/>"The mage and noble maiden trapped in tower tall, the journey to seek the sacred vessel"<br/><br/>Feasts and vows, sorrow and farewells, many scenes that exist only in the fantasies of elegant verse, all unveiled before the eyes of "Erinnyes."<br/>However, that hero who shared her name had nothing to do with her, and the ballads sung of that supposed past are nothing more than dreams of the present.

1f0590c5

2023-12-18T23:32:54.201Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.641Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

78320

UI_RelicIcon_15004_2

A bird feather that was picked up by the knight who walked with the North Wind in the snow. It still awaits the day when it will thaw.

12e18d1a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.274Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

95422

UI_RelicIcon_15021_2

A feather-shaped token that was brought forth from a secluded hall. The compassion of its creator led to it being left within that mansion along with a certain slumbering form.

The long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,<br/>But when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over Tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.<br/>The kind young deputy said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"But as you travel the world, please bear this in mind,"<br/>"Never to reveal your identity to others."<br/>The upright Inspector said:<br/>"This gold ornament may be a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"But you are neither man nor mechanism,"<br/>"And so I can only deal with you in this fashion. Do not hold this against me!"<br/><br/>The wanderer who has left yesterday in the dust no longer thinks about it,<br/>But when he covers his ears, he can still hear the wild winds that roared that year.<br/>A pair of expectant eyes said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"It must surely be able to save the people."<br/><br/>The intelligent, lovely shrine maiden said:<br/>"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,"<br/>"And she will not abandon you."<br/>"As for me, I shall do my best to send for help immediately..."<br/><br/>...But in the end, the golden arrow-feather were covered in dust,<br/>And all tales were incinerated in karmic flames till nothing remained.

1c08384c

2022-11-01T23:20:40.805Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

96412

UI_RelicIcon_15022_1

The shining pearls that the shrine maidens of Watatsumi Island offer up shine eternally and never dim.

To the sea people, the bright pearls that Watatsumi's deity once praised are priceless treasures.<br/>Only the Divine Priestess had the right to sing the great song themed around those pearls.<br/><br/>Legend has it that the rainbow-hued clams produced these flawless gems in gratitude for Watatsumi's tenderness.<br/>In latter days, it was even said that the bloodline of the Divine Priestess was originally birthed from these pearls.<br/>Having stepped from her soft, vivid cradle, she and the sisters who danced with the sea and moon were greatly favored,<br/>For out of his rejoicing and love, Omikami gave unto them beautiful gems that granted them the pure desire to pursue daylight.<br/><br/>In the hands of those whose veins run true with Watatsumi blood, pearls seem to gleam brighter than normal.<br/>Perhaps this is but an ancient tale, the truth of which can no longer be verified.<br/>But it is said that at the point of defeat, the Divine Priestess and the twin sisters exchanged their clothes and concealed themselves within the endless waves.<br/>Only this bright pearl was lost in the rippling tumult, returning to the silent solitude of the depths.

196d460b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.882Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

52110

UI_RelicIcon_10002_1

A crude wooden vessel filled only with memories.

The young hero's first battle ended, and for the first time he tasted the sweet wine of victory.<br/>That day, deep of the vine he drank together with his closest friend — supportive, joyful, and blissfully ignorant.<br/><br/>Many years later, when the cataclysm came, he led the knights to fight for his homeland.<br/>On the eve of battle, he advised his childhood friend and long-time deputy to come drink with him.<br/><br/>"If you do not return, I will not mourn you."<br/>"Nay, I will toast you, and drink in your honor, just as we do today."<br/>

14f0b23f

2022-11-01T23:20:39.415Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

94432

UI_RelicIcon_15020_3

A sturdy and hard helmet worn as armor by a noble samurai.

"I've been wondering, Sir Douin, could your sword actually slice through lightning?"<br/>So said the young Kanjou Head, Hiroshi, while sheathing his blade. Douin replied thus, woodenly:<br/>"How could that be possible? At most, I'd say that it could strike a Tengu in mid-air."<br/>"That said, though, no one has ever brought a tengu down before. Not even once."<br/><br/>"Is that so? In that case, where does the name of your secret blade, 'Tengu Sweeper,' come from?"<br/>Seeing that Douin did not answer, the Kanjou Head who had built Ritou up said:<br/>"Ah, if it wasn't for old man Kujou making a move first, I would've loved to recruit you."<br/>"With your sword, even Ako Domeki of Seirai would be no match..."<br/><br/>Cleaving through the storm clouds, that tengu had given him a new name and a new life.<br/>She threw him the rusty blade and told him to strike her, a tengu, down.<br/>And after his sword broke, these were her last words to him...

173d7fc7

2022-11-01T23:20:40.788Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

91350

UI_RelicIcon_15017_5

A simple device for telling time. This was once standard-issue for the Millelith during times of war.

A hardy timepiece powered by sunlight and moonlight, capable of capturing rays of light even on the darkest of days.<br/>When Liyue was threatened by a pitch-black malice, this time-dial helped the soldiers to remember the warmth of the sun.<br/><br/>In the course of fighting side-by-side with the yaksha, these mortal soldiers could not escape being contaminated by karma, or harmed during the slaughtering.<br/>To avoid being consumed by the darkness of constant killing, the Millelith soldiers used this timepiece to silently mark the passage of time during each battle.<br/>They fixed a unified marching pace and schedule so that one squadron of mortal soldiers would take the battlefield as the one before them retreated.<br/>This cycle of advance and retreat continued all the way to the depths of the Chasm, where yaksha and valiant soldiers both fell.<br/><br/>100 years later, this timepiece was unearthed by a miner. Its bronze surface sparkled in the bright starlight.<br/>Urban legends tell of a collector of curios wearing black robes, who roamed the market streets one day, buying up Orichalceous Time-Dials and paying a generous sum for each one.<br/>Some sellers queried him, curious to know what his reasons were, but he deftly deflected all their questions with an array of excuses and other verbal tricks.<br/>As for what this individual's true motive was, perhaps only the unyielding forward march of time can finally deliver a satisfying explanation.<br/>

1cb49c70

2022-11-01T23:20:40.641Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

79310

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A ceremonial cup that holds the blood of the innocent. It is brimming with the thundering fury of the prayers that echo within.

A ritual goblet used by the shamans of an ancient tribe.<br/>It held the blood to be offered to the Thunderbird.<br/><br/>In the seasons when the Thunderbird flew amidst the stormy mountains, a young lad sang without fear.<br/>Attracted to his voice, the prideful Thunderbird landed by his side.<br/><br/>"Curious tunes, tiny human. Afraid not of thunder and storms?<br/>"They said I can bring peace to thunder and storms."<br/><br/>The young lad paused and answered.<br/>The Thunderbird cried but kept its silence.<br/>For his was an enchanting song.<br/><br/>It was the first and last meeting between the Thunderbird and the young boy.<br/>For the next she saw of the boy was when his blood filled the golden goblet on the sacrificial altar.<br/>

166a29ea

2022-11-01T23:20:40.306Z

2022-09-06T00:04:04.000Z

29442

UI_RelicIcon_15029_4

The story must end, and even fresh flowers will wither. But the flower within one's dreams will always remain in full and fragrant bloom.

...But in the end, a shadow still fell over the kingdom.<br/>It was not that the dragon defeated the hero, but rather, that they both became lost in the world.<br/>Amidst the chaos as thick as lightless dark waters, amidst the sorrows and the partings that followed,<br/>The Director and her sisters set out on a journey to defeat the evil at its source,<br/>And her assistant in turn boarded the ship built for battle, eventually slumbering beneath the waters.<br/>The Narzissen champions and many knights, evil dragons, and virtuous sages were scattered.<br/><br/>Some would be taken in by the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol,<br/>And they would work to protect the realm such that it would not again have a shadow cast over it.<br/>Some were taken in by explorers moving to and from foreign lands,<br/>And from then on would truly set out on an adventure to witness the edge of the world.<br/><br/>Many years would pass after that.<br/>Some would try to prevent future tales from ever being stopped by such events as these,<br/>And so would seek out the path ahead using the secrets of machinery and bodies of steel.<br/>Some, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again,<br/>Embarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs.<br/>And just as how some people treasure withered flowers,<br/>Some still reminisce endlessly over the afternoon adventures that have yet to continue...

1d048d52

2023-04-10T22:21:31.558Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.557Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

29452

UI_RelicIcon_15029_5

A pocket watch that has long stopped working. It seems to have borne witness to many a passing year as its hands spun in vain.

The hands of a timepiece must eventually return to their original places, and their circle will begin anew.<br/>All that the Narzissen champions were seemed as if they would never change.<br/>But the years must ultimately grind down the intricate yet vulnerable calibers of such timepieces.<br/>Until such a time when a new day will not come. Indeed, where nothing will.<br/><br/>This pocket watch was originally owned by a tiny champion who loved machines,<br/>A test piece created by piecing together the rejected components of various devices.<br/>At the very end, this pocket watch and the one it had been gifted to fell into the primordial liquid that dissolves all.<br/>But it had already long ceased to run its clockwork course by that point.<br/><br/>"A long, long time in the future, in a place far, far away..."<br/>"There was a dark empire ruled by the fell dragon Narcissus."<br/>"The princess he once yearned for had, together with the high tower in which she lived, plunged into a stagnant slumber in which there were no dreams, and so she remained untainted by him. Narcissus was infuriated by this, and so sent out his minions and enforcers to scour the empire for her treasure. He set up many defensive mechanisms using his fell sorceries to prevent those on the side of justice from resisting him. He swore that he would reclaim the princess' treasure and reawaken her. That way, he would be able to claim her wholly for his own."<br/>"There was a group of heroes who protected a treasure that the princess had entrusted to them, a clear, bright pearl of water."<br/>"One day, a tiny life was born from this pearl."<br/>"Hmm... and what shall we call this life? Ah, what a pain. If I had known that this was how the story might go, I should've used your name here. Do you have any other good friends?"<br/>"'Friends, you say... Well, if that's what you need, I do have one. I think it would really fit here.'"

21f24d0a

2023-04-10T22:21:31.601Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.600Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

91310

UI_RelicIcon_15017_1

A golden cup used by the Millelith to take their oaths. Still bears the lovely scent of wine.

When the Millelith was first founded, Liyue was still a savage and dangerous place.<br/>The elders of towns, villages, and tribes would pledge oaths of allegiance with a golden cup.<br/>As a show of loyalty to Rex Lapis and duty to their countrymen,<br/>They selected valiant soldiers from all regions. These soldiers became known as the Millelith.<br/><br/>They would go on to take up arms with a yaksha in battle, fighting from the rearguard. They too drank from that golden cup.<br/>It was a final toast to the benevolent and majestic Lord of Geo. With their gaze fixed ahead of them, they stormed into the abyss.<br/>Hundreds of years later, a conceited adventurer retrieved the cup from the depths of The Chasm and washed away the imperfections.<br/>Miraculously, the cup remained whole and untarnished by the passage of time. The pitch-dark of that subterranean realm had failed to remove its radiance.<br/><br/>Yet more centuries passed. Eventually, the people of Liyue would tell tales of an era of catastrophe and a nameless yaksha,<br/>Tales of how heroes from disparate heritages and different lands united under a single banner against the Abyss...<br/>Inevitably, the tale would touch upon the cup, and how the blood of those that went before remained clear and spotless as the day it was spilled.<br/>

1adfdf5e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.646Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

93452

UI_RelicIcon_15019_5

A bronze pocket watch adorned with twisted paper cord and a bell. Its hands are forever frozen at the dawn of a certain autumn day.

An elegant watch adorned with a shrine bell.<br/>The hands always point toward the wee hours of the morning.<br/><br/>As the sky brightens, morning dew condenses and then disappears.<br/>As beautiful as this colorful scenery may be, it is still short-lived.<br/><br/>I once enjoyed the chirping of cicadas and the moonlight with Lady Saiguu on a slope in the middle of an autumn night.<br/>Back then, I was just a shrine maiden from the country, young and stubborn.<br/>Like a chirping finch, noisily insisting on my own view.<br/>A faint smile that crossed the mouth of the Lady Kitsune fascinated me, but her words were — and remain — incomprehensible:<br/><br/>"Trying to hold on to a moment's beauty is like foolishly trying to grasp the morning dew."<br/>"Like the morning dew, I have already passed away. All you have seen of me is but a residual vision, born of your wishes."<br/><br/>In that vague memory, she kept saying some incomprehensible things. Her expression as sorrowful as the eighth month's moon, and I suddenly...<br/>Then she rapped me over the head with her tobacco pipe, wearing her usual expression of rebuke and mockery:<br/><br/>"Hibiki, the sun's about to rise."<br/>"We should head back."

1b174c95

2022-11-01T23:20:40.711Z

2022-09-06T00:04:13.000Z

97412

UI_RelicIcon_15023_1

An old cup made of sand crystal. Its luster is somehow undimmed by age.

This place known as The Chasm has shone with a cinnabar luster since ancient days.<br/>The mountain miners and the metropolitan merchants still tell the legend of a Yaksha...<br/>People say that the lone traveler with four arms once came to the barren wastes where the star fell.<br/>Hearing that this wandering figure's evil-exorcising travels had now brought them hence, the tribes-people of the mountains came forward one after another:<br/><br/>"Guest from afar, please accept our wine, and hear our plea."<br/>"You may consider our aged spirits bitter and hard to swallow, a far cry from the sweet brews of Mt. Tianheng that even Rex Lapis praises."<br/>"But the heavens have graced us with stores of precious stones and marvelous jade, and we carve the jagged rock for a living."<br/>"Thanks to the grace of Rex Lapis, our lives are, while not ideal, at least free of terror."<br/>"Yet things have changed, and a dark shadow is cast over the blessing we have received from the fallen star."<br/>"We do not have any precious gifts to present as a pledge, but still we beg for your succor."<br/><br/>The guest heard the elders' plea, and silently drank every drop of that bitter wine.<br/>The guest promised nothing, and did not chastise the mortals for their insolence, but simply turned east, disregarding all attempts to make them stay.<br/><br/>As for what came after, all now know what happened...<br/><br/>But the simple crystal-sand wine cup that the guest shared with the tribal elders remains to this day as a testament to their pact.

1ce2c198

2022-11-01T23:20:41.012Z

2022-09-06T00:04:18.000Z

31452

UI_RelicIcon_15031_5

A standard pocket watch. Its accuracy is not particularly high.

This pocket watch was once given to the enforcers of Fontaine's justice.<br/>It is not a particularly accurate watch,<br/>But it can be used as a badge while on duty,<br/>And it was once nigh-universally recognized across Fontaine.<br/><br/>The news of the Great Magician "Parsifal" requesting a trial by combat spread via the newspapers,<br/>And this demand, alongside her unexpected transgression, caused quite the furor in the Court of Fontaine.<br/>The court's agreement and person of choice caused a yet greater uproar.<br/>Champion Duelist Marfisa was selected as the prosecution's representative in the duel.<br/>Would Marfisa's origin disrupt either her judgment or performance during the duel?<br/>What of her past connection to Parsifal? And most commonly understood...<br/>Which of them was the stronger fighter? Such were the questions people reveled in discussing.<br/><br/>Karl Ingold, a journalist who once knew "Parsifal," had since retired,<br/>And had resolved to never again take up such work, taking instead the company of explorers and their wilds, their wrecks, and their ruins.<br/>But perhaps out of professional pride or an old memory, he had always treasured the pictures he took as a journalist.<br/>Years later, when answering an invitation to meet old friends, sent by the Vice Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute,<br/>Upon looking upon the faces on the other side of the shutters as he took a group picture of the then-members of the Narzissenkreuz Institute,<br/>He thought of how he had once passed back and forth between Poisson and the Court of Fontaine many times with such hope in his heart.<br/>Those several months passed by like a dream — some would consider that too long, and others, too short.<br/>He remembered his younger self, who would not give up, no matter how many people told him to escape,<br/>No matter how the circumstances arose like a flood that might end everything and slowly blot out the light.<br/>He remembered the many smiles he saw through the viewfinder, all their fanciful thoughts concerning the future he had heard,<br/>And afterwards, the cries, sounds of fracturing and metallic clashes that sounded faintly from beyond the stone floor.<br/>And as he recalled the girl who used a "trick" to forcibly shift herself to a dark, safe cavern,<br/>Only then did the regret of not having recorded her final battle engulf his vision.

291ddc9a

2023-08-15T02:13:53.405Z

2023-08-15T02:13:53.404Z

2023-08-15T02:00:42.000Z

92350

UI_RelicIcon_15018_5

A pocket watch with a cover that cannot be opened. Yet it ticks and tocks away, following the inexorable flow of time.

Money is the lifeblood of the world, and the pathways along which it flows are the world's arteries.<br/>Then, the center of the world is a heart made of gold.<br/><br/>He was not one of the favored, and could only pursue worldly power.<br/>But though money ought to mean nothing to the gods,<br/>They held it firmly within their grasp nonetheless, along with the countless other forms of power that they wielded.<br/><br/>Perhaps he lusted for money because he had once been destitute,<br/>Or perhaps the fact that the gods had never looked upon him with favor ignited a burning desire for resistance inside him...<br/><br/>"The people of the land from which these coins hail revere contracts above all else."<br/>"In the name of money, I shall respect the contract between us..."<br/>"We shall, by whatever means necessary, become the heart that pumps money around the world."<br/>"And, when the moment comes, that heart shall cease beating by our will alone."<br/>

17f6541d

2022-11-01T23:20:40.687Z

2022-09-06T00:04:12.000Z

36452

UI_RelicIcon_15036_5

A sundial used by an ancient kingdom to tell time. Tiny marks have been left at a certain scale that can only be seen through careful observation.

One of the things that bedevils researchers who study relics is how,<br/>Among the many sundials recovered from the ancient ash-covered ruins of the city,<br/>They would, for some reason, find an engraving made in exactly the same spot by a burin.<br/><br/>Those who came from the canyons believed it was a time for those who had broken with their faith to light the obsidian pillars once more.<br/>That day, the one acting on behalf of the leaders of the tribes, the daughter of the mines, Sakkuk, sent the wandering spirits back to the realm of the night.<br/>Those who came from the hanging trees believed it was a time for those who had forsaken their contract to sign it once more with the Saurians of the six tribes.<br/>That day, the great hero trusted by all warriors, the taciturn Yupanqui, used his sword to shatter the shackles binding the Saurian's neck.<br/>Those who came from the spring's source believed it was a time for those who had forgotten their past to listen anew to the echoes of the waves.<br/>That day, the elder of the twin heroes, the eloquent Atawallpa, rekindled the desire of all for past glories.<br/>Those who came from the fertile lands believed it was a time for the oppressed to rise from the earth once more.<br/>On that day, the younger of the twin heroes, the champion Waskar, stood first against the torrent of darkness.<br/>Those who came from the mountain peaks believed it was a time for those who had been caged to return to freedom's nest once more.<br/>That day, the scarlet-eyed hero summoned the god's fiery wrath, burnt the corroded city to ash, and restored the tribe to its own.<br/><br/>Only the one present who came from the mysterious smoke, the youth who knew the hidden secrets, remained silent.<br/>Alone, the image painted on the blanched scroll came to mind. It is said that was a time when a black shadow shrouded the sun.<br/>The heroes who had long prepared for this moment seized the opportunity to overthrow the insane king before the empty throne.<br/>In the non-mainstream, unofficial histories, the man behind the plan was a skilled artisan who left no name behind.<br/><br/>"But the artisan left behind not a single word in the war that returned authority to the tribes<br/>And afterward, he disappeared without a trace from the old stories, covered by layer upon narrative layer."<br/><br/>The youth smoothed over the nearly identical scratches on the sundials with his hand.<br/>Imagining a time, unnumbered sunsets before, after the date to execute the plan had been agreed upon, those hands that might not ever have existed,<br/>And the moment the owner of those hands had engraved those marks upon the sundials.

2e347e17

2024-04-23T00:38:38.781Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.779Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z