Artifacts

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

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

1a5bf7a7

2023-04-10T22:21:37.675Z

2023-04-10T21:39:43.000Z

27422

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

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

356bac9c

2022-12-05T22:52:51.220Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.218Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

33452

UI_RelicIcon_15033_5

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

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

28819d2e

2023-12-18T23:32:54.171Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.577Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

21442

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

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

193f9007

2022-09-06T00:05:09.542Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.155Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

27412

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

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

2e60ae8f

2022-12-05T22:52:51.279Z

2023-01-16T21:14:18.689Z

2023-01-16T20:39:14.000Z

96422

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

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

18115a04

2022-11-01T23:20:40.848Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

36442

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

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

2c8a1310

2024-04-23T00:38:38.738Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.737Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

96432

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

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

19460e4f

2022-11-01T23:20:40.906Z

2022-09-06T00:04:17.000Z

52130

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

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

15e93afc

2022-11-01T23:20:39.418Z

2022-09-06T00:03:43.000Z

51130

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A reed coronet that emanates the spring breeze.

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

15de9e81

2022-11-01T23:20:39.400Z

2022-09-06T00:03:42.000Z

78330

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

12cd4377

2022-11-01T23:20:40.290Z

2022-09-06T00:04:03.000Z

36432

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

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

35fbc15f

2024-04-23T00:38:38.826Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.824Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

96452

UI_RelicIcon_15022_5

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

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

173cec9f

2022-11-01T23:20:40.853Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

90350

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

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

1871fb6e

2022-11-01T23:20:40.588Z

2022-09-06T00:04:10.000Z

77330

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

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

1605dc34

2022-11-01T23:20:40.250Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

77350

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

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

15a7d2a7

2022-11-01T23:20:40.243Z

2022-09-06T00:04:02.000Z

34432

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

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

2aa4d59c

2023-12-18T23:32:54.278Z

2024-01-31T01:15:59.818Z

2024-01-30T22:17:34.000Z

98412

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

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

1e2054e5

2022-11-01T23:20:41.076Z

2022-09-06T00:04:19.000Z

91320

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

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

1bc0f486

2022-11-01T23:20:40.635Z

2022-09-06T00:04:11.000Z

93432

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

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

18316b98

2022-11-01T23:20:40.718Z

2022-09-06T00:04:14.000Z

95412

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

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

1f6f035b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.825Z

2022-09-06T00:04:16.000Z

71330

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

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

196f5f95

2022-11-01T23:20:39.726Z

2022-09-06T00:03:56.000Z

95442

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

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

18b0541a

2022-11-01T23:20:40.797Z

2022-09-06T00:04:15.000Z

82330

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

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

14febade

2022-11-01T23:20:40.416Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

82340

UI_RelicIcon_15008_4

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

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

151746d4

2022-11-01T23:20:40.369Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

82350

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

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

15b2e5b1

2022-11-01T23:20:40.387Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

82310

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

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

1531e889

2022-11-01T23:20:40.409Z

2022-09-06T00:04:07.000Z

82320

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

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

15139056

2022-11-01T23:20:40.382Z

2022-09-06T00:04:06.000Z

55150

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

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

14a675cf

2022-11-01T23:20:39.495Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

55140

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

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

1438d2ce

2024-01-31T01:22:19.616Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

55120

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

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

14328897

2022-11-01T23:20:39.488Z

2022-09-06T00:03:45.000Z

55110

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

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

147fc7a3

2022-11-01T23:20:39.503Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

55130

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

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

14ee602c

2022-11-01T23:20:39.509Z

2022-09-06T00:03:46.000Z

77320

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

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

15e3be0b

2022-11-01T23:20:40.233Z

2022-09-06T00:04:01.000Z

28442

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

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

1c8ba507

2022-12-05T22:52:51.340Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.339Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

20452

UI_RelicIcon_15025_5

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

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

241a0e75

2022-09-06T00:05:09.427Z

2022-11-01T23:20:41.136Z

2022-09-06T00:04:20.000Z

35422

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

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

25f4fbbc

2024-04-23T00:38:38.685Z

2024-04-23T00:38:38.684Z

2024-04-23T00:23:25.000Z

30452

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

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

256c9bba

2023-04-10T22:21:31.695Z

2023-04-10T22:21:31.693Z

2023-04-10T21:39:44.000Z

28452

UI_RelicIcon_15028_5

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

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

286d6139

2022-12-05T22:52:51.402Z

2023-01-16T21:14:18.799Z

2023-01-16T20:39:14.000Z

28432

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

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

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2022-12-05T22:52:51.477Z

2022-12-05T22:52:51.472Z

2022-12-05T21:53:54.000Z

60120

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

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

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.617Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

60150

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

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

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.622Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

60110

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

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

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.625Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z

60140

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

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

142bdfaa

2023-12-18T23:37:28.857Z

2022-09-06T00:03:50.000Z

60130

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

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

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2022-11-01T23:20:39.628Z

2022-09-06T00:03:51.000Z