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+{
+	"name": "Adventurer",
+	"rarity": [
+		"1",
+		"2",
+		"3"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Max HP increased by 1000.",
+	"4pc": "Opening a chest regenerates 30% Max HP over 5s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Adventurer's Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A resilient flower that survived the harsh environment of an ancient city. It is now proudly worn like a medal.",
+		"story": "The ambitious adventurer came across this resilient flower in the depths of a gloomy ruin.\nMoved by the sight of life sprouting in defiance of a lifeless land, he almost forgot about the treasures buried deep in the ruin.\nAfter pausing to ponder it for a while, the adventurer plucked the flower, wore it as a brooch, and ventured forth into the darkness."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Adventurer's Tail Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "The feather of an exotic bird rarely seen on this continent.",
+		"story": "An adventurer once traveled through a forest in search of rare beasts never seen before.\nAs he tore his way recklessly through the foliage, the adventurer tripped on a tree root.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he saw a girl so beautiful that he was willing to give up the adventurer's life to be with her.\nHer appearance was surreal, with a cluster of feathers adorning her hair."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Adventurer's Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "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.\nThe 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.\nLong after he had grown accustomed to a normal life, having given up the adventurer lifestyle he once loved so dearly, \nthis forgotten pocket watch still sat quietly in the cabinet, waiting for its next adventure."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Adventurer's Golden Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "The spoils of one of an adventurer's many expeditions. Though a little damaged, it is still an excellent find.",
+		"story": "An old, golden goblet that the adventurer used to drink water. It is said that he found it in an old ruin.\nThe exterior is engraved with ancient symbols and inlaid with a faded gemstone.\nEventually, the adventurer bid farewell to the nomadic lifestyle.\nThis old, golden goblet was traded in for new, shiny Mora."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Adventurer's Bandana",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A cloth garment worn at the forehead. Though soaked in sweat and covered in dust, it still beams with an adventurer's pride.",
+		"story": "There is nothing special about this green bandana, save that the fabric is rather robust and highly absorbent.\nJust like the bandana, its wearer was an unexceptional, ordinary person.\nBut countless secrets lie hidden in the stars high up above and the abyss deep down below.\nAll of these things are awaiting discovery by mere mortals."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/archaicpetra.json

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+{
+	"name": "Archaic Petra",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Gain a 15% Geo DMG Bonus.",
+	"4pc": "Upon obtaining an Elemental Shard created through a Crystallize Reaction, all party members gain a 35% DMG Bonus for that particular element for 10s. Only one form of Elemental DMG Bonus can be gained in this manner at any one time.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Flower of Creviced Cliff",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower born of the minerals and rocks of cliffside cracks. The way its petals blow in the wind makes it seem alive.",
+		"story": "A flower that bloomed in a cliff's impregnable cleft.\nIt is an exquisite life shaped by the essence of Geo.\n\nThere is a folk saying that goes thus:\nIn times of yore, someone told the Lord of Geo that there was no life to be found in barren stone.\nThus did the Lord of Geo command flowers of purest gold to burst forth from the face of an uneven rock.\n\nPerhaps the Geo Archon did once work such a great wonder,\nOr perhaps this is but one of the many tales that shroud this ancient world.\nBut the prosperous harbor that grew out of the lifeless mountains,\nAnd that braves the raging waves of the Sea of Clouds—\nPerhaps that was the brilliant flower, after all."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Feather of Jagged Peaks",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A hard feather from a large seacliff hawk. The basalt tip of the feather sometimes glistens with a cool dew.",
+		"story": "A feather left behind by the giant wings that flattened the mountains.\nThough its tip has long turned a deep black, this feather remains sharp as a naked blade.\n\nThey say that in ancient times, when the world was in turmoil, Rex Lapis uprooted mountains to create a giant bird of prey.\nThe bird was carved out of rock and jade, and it soared above the ground the moment it had taken shape.\nSpiraling toward the heavens, it pierced through the clouds and flattened many stone peaks therein.\n\nThey say that the rock kite spread its wings and dived towards the ocean,\nPlummeting from the sky like a sharpened spear,\nRight into the heart of the sea, and the monsters within...\n\nAnd they say that the pillars of stone that jut out from the ocean continue to attract birds to this day."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Sundial of Enduring Jade",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A sundial carved from a single, large piece of jade. Its lined with a pattern that silently records the passage of time.",
+		"story": "A sundial made using regal jade.\nIt silently pursues both time and tide.\n\nEven rocks that have stood firm for time immemorial will eventually disintegrate over time, crumbling into dust and gravel.\n\nLegend 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.\nOver the passage of time, this sundial came to be the prized possession of Kunwu, who was then still a young scholar in training.\n\n\"When I was young, I dreamed of studying the classics and going to Sumeru to attain the greatest wisdom.\"\n\"Yet when gaining this dial, I played with and examined it for many long days, and could not find in it a single flaw.\"\n\"Thus I changed tacks and sought a master craftsman to learn a new trade, and thereby challenge the creator of this divine tool.\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Goblet of Chiseled Crag",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A resplendent yet dignified wine goblet, once filled to the brim in an era long gone.",
+		"story": "A vessel for wine carved from immovable rock.\nIt is said to be filled with the ambrosia of sovereigns.\n\nIt behooves basalt to be impregnable, and crystal to shine in its translucence.\nGoing incognito amongst mortals should be likewise, exquisite in its enjoyments.\n\nFolk legend holds that in order to drink wine,\nRex Lapis brought forth bedrock,\nAnd carved jade and lovely stone into a wine vessel for himself.\n\nSome even say that there were once seven such vessels."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Mask of Solitude Basalt",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A solemn mask exquisitely carved from basalt. Its hollow eyes stare ahead expressionless and cold.",
+		"story": "It is said that during the years when gods contended against one another, Rex Lapis' aspect was that of boundless slaughter.\nIn those god-eat-god battles, one could never have ascribed gentleness to him.\n\nHe knew right from wrong, and never missed his mark: in those days of tumult, he would show no mercy, even to friends-turned-foes.\nRex Lapis' stone-cold expression never once changed throughout that storied age.\n\nThey say that only when the dust settled did he lay down that unmovable visage.\nBut it had been necessary, for he had donned it to fulfill a contract."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/berserker.json

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+{
+	"name": "Berserker",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "CRIT Rate +12%",
+	"4pc": "When HP is below 70%, CRIT Rate increases by an additional 24%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Berserker's Rose",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An exquisite flower that has been dyed red. It represents the qualities of the Berserker.",
+		"story": "In the days before the berserker descended into madness, he would sometimes pause in the rose garden for a moment to himself.\nHe had never had a family, nor had he a lover, or a friend.\nWhen he was not on the battlefield, he would come here to tend to the fragile flowers in the garden with all his heart,\nas if the crimson flowers buried in the thorns were the only warmth he could cling to."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Berserker's Indigo Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "An indigo feather from a legendary raven, part of which has been dyed crimson red.",
+		"story": "The once-sane berserker's homeland fell victim to the raging war between gods and mortals.\nThe rose garden burst into flames and birds of omen fed on the flesh of his countrymen.\nReborn in flames, vengeance and bloodlust took over the warrior's mind, turning him into a berserker.\nBlack feathers, scattered on the battlefield, were painted red by his rage as he took his revenge."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Berserker's Timepiece",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "The end inevitably comes for all, even the seemingly invincible berserker.\nAs the blood on his hands finally dried up, the berserker's footsteps began to falter.\nHis life was destined to end the moment he met his last challenger on the battlefield.\nOn the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, his hourglass was painted red by the setting sun."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Berserker's Bone Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A goblet made from the bone of an unknown beast. It was taken as a trophy after some deadly encounter.",
+		"story": "The bloodthirsty berserker ravaged the lands, fighting humans and monsters alike, and even challenged the gods.\nIn a barren and lifeless land, he encountered a giant monster.\nHis iron mask could not conceal his rage, and so an endless fight ensued.\nHours, days, and years passed. The monster was finally defeated.\nThe berserker sucked out the marrow of the monster's broken horn. This was how the victor drank to his success."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Berserker's Battle Mask",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A hideous iron mask that has been left half-shattered from vicious battles.",
+		"story": "Bathed in the flames that devoured his homeland, the berserker's face was no longer recognizable.\nThe iron mask became joined with his flesh, permanently branding his face with a heartless countenance.\nThen, in a fierce battle, his horrifying mask was split into two by his opponent.\nThe cracks of the mask tore apart the flesh that had long stuck to it.\nBut neither pain nor blood could stop the berserker's unfaltering footsteps.\nThe berserker kept roaring until the fresh blood covered the black clots hardened on his face."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/blizzardstrayer.json

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+{
+	"name": "Blizzard Strayer",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Cryo DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "When a character attacks an opponent affected by Cryo, their CRIT Rate is increased by 20%. If the opponent is Frozen, CRIT Rate is increased by an additional 20%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Snowswept Memory",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "This is a flower of ever-frost, plucked by a pair of gentle hands.\nIt must have given a certain someone the strength to see winter as a warm embrace.\n\n\"This fourth fresco is prepared for you. Your likeness will forever remain on this wall.\"\n\"For the sake of that fresco, and for everyone's sake, I will wait for you, and pray for your return...\"\n\nThe maiden stood before a blank wall, and smiling, she pinned a small flower to the hero's breast.\nThat was an elegant and unruffled fellow, who would never bat an eyelid, not even in the face of death itself.\n\nThe heroism of the Icebreaker was forgotten, buried in the storms of the North.\nSince then, the snow has melted — but this flower has not withered."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Icebreaker's Resolve",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feather that exudes a chilly aura. One can almost feel the turbulent winds that brought it here, wailing over snow-covered plains and between frosty peaks.",
+		"story": "A feather of a bird of prey that did not originally belong in the winter chill. It is cold to the touch.\nAnd when you do touch it, it is as if you can hear cries in the snowstorm, unbowed but bereft of hope.\n\nWith no nest or shelter, the bird faced the storms proudly.\nThis feather has been assailed with coalescing ice and snow, leaving it coated in pearls of frost.\n\nIt once came from a falcon in flight and was plucked violently from that bird by the frigid winds.\nIt drifted a while in the air before the weight of the frost dragged it back down to the ground.\n\n\"I believe that the lively birds will follow you, and return to the gardens of the summer palace, now green once more.\"\n\"Those who have been chased away by the chilling tide, and those children who have lost their homes, they will return with you to the home of their dreams.\"\n\nThe hero, bearing such great burdens on his back, halted in the whipping snow, struggling to discern the color of that feather.\nSealed in ice, that feather's color faded every step of the way — just like the hero's task."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Frozen Homeland's Demise",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A timepiece from a nation of old that waited for their warriors' return. What flows inside is not sand, but bits of ice that never melt.",
+		"story": "An ancient hourglass with fine powdered snow flowing in it.\nEven the coldest winter cannot freeze the flow of time.\n\n\"The cold that descends from the sky can freeze time itself.\"\nThis myth was widely believed throughout the entombed mountain city.\n\nAs the hero reached the top of the wall of wind and ice, the night was descending and the snowstorm was howling.\nNeither sun- nor moon-light could pierce this white wind easily.\nEven the bleakest storm cannot freeze the river of time.\n\nThat will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.\nAnd even the most formidable hero will one day be forgotten."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Frost-Weaved Dignity",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A cup carved out of ice that is as chilly and biting as winter. Its former master would drink an unfreezable liquor from it.",
+		"story": "For the outlander who once searched for hope in midwinter on another's behalf,\nEven the glass he drank from was carved out of ice.\n\nDrinking bitter wine in this glass would feel like swallowing icicles that stung every inch of one's throat.\nOrdinary people would struggle to enjoy this sensation — but the reticent hero relished it.\n\nHe was a warrior as silent as the ice itself, blocking the frigid winds that descended from the stars with his body.\nBut not content with merely being protected, the maiden who painted left the man she admired these last instructions:\n\n\"If fear or despair, both of which are within our nature, should crush you, or cause you to never return, then...\"\n\"...Then please, live on. Do not accompany us unto our doom — to languish forgotten in the snow.\"\n\nTaking another swig of bitter wine to steel himself for the journey, he turned away from the maiden's wet eyes,\nAnd he would set out on an unending pursuit, towards the land of snow and profundity."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Broken Rime's Echo",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "The hero set out on his journey, bearing the tiny hopes that the entombed city still had for salvation.\nDonning his winter crown, he marched purposefully away, disappearing into the boundless snowstorm.\n\nBearing his agreement with the mountain city, bearing their clear-eyed gazes, the hero never once feared the unknown beyond the icy curtain.\nThe 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.\n\n\"Past the ice-sealed door, walking down the corridors to the depths,\"\n\"He will break off a branch of silver-white, and bring hope to the snowy land.\"\n\nThe maiden sang these songs to comfort her people, and she nursed her memories of him.\nShe believed that he would return to her, with genial springtime and unshakeable hope in his train.\n\nBut in the end, the hero who stepped out into the snow would not return in time.\nHe would stand accused of flight by hateful words long ground to dust amid the snowstorms..."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/bloodstainedchivalry.json

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+{
+	"name": "Bloodstained Chivalry",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Physical DMG +25%",
+	"4pc": "After defeating an opponent, increases Charged Attack DMG by 50%, and reduces its Stamina cost to 0 for 10s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Bloodstained Flower of Iron",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A dried flower stained black with blood and now as hard as steel. Probably some sort of a memento for its former master.",
+		"story": "A common white flower given to the knight by a rescued damsel.\nIt is dried and hardened by the blood from all his bloodshed.\n\nThanking him for his valor, the damsel offered a reward.\nHe turned down all she gave, save for a pure white flower.\n\n\"For a knight, chivalry is its own reward.\"\n\"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need.\"\n\nHe wore the flower upon his heart.\nLike his armor, it was stained as black as a winter's night.\nLike his heart, it was hardened like a tempered blade."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Bloodstained Black Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A raven feather pinned to a knight's cape. Countless bloodstains have dyed it pitch black.",
+		"story": "One of the countless raven feathers stuck to the Bloodstained Knight.\nFor where there is blood, ravens shall follow.\n\nIn the end the Bloodstained Knight could no longer tell\nwhether the blood that stained him was his own or that of his enemies.\n\nEventually, on his long journey filled with bloodshed, he came to a realization:\nHis path of so-called chivalry had turned him from the white knight he used to be into the monster he had now become.\nHis only followers were the ravens drawn to the bloodshed he left in his wake."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Bloodstained Final Hour",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A timepiece once used by a knight. The liquid inside has dried up, rendering it useless.",
+		"story": "Deep in the abyss, where celestial bodies cast no light,\nthe Bloodstained Knight kept this timepiece, though time had lost all meaning.\n\nAt an end was the Bloodstained Knight's story,\nfor he realized there was no place for him on this earth.\nHe ventured into the fallen ancient kingdom, and died in battle in the monsters' lair.\nAt the bottom of the world, he learned the origin of the monsters that destroyed the ancient kingdom.\n\n\"The ancient kingdom was wrongfully cursed,\"\n\"Turning its inhabitants into monsters.\"\n\"The code of chivalry tolerates not such injustice.\"\n\"If Abyss be thy name, I pledge to you my loyalty.\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Bloodstained Chevalier's Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "The dark metallic vessel owned by the Bloodstained Knight. Its exterior has been stained as black as the night by smoke and coagulated blood.",
+		"story": "Originally an exquisite silver goblet with gold engravings depicting the feats of a chivalrous knight.\nBut blood and smoke have stained the cup beyond recognition.\n\nCovered in blood, the knight who slayed demons returned from the scourged battlefield,\nOnly to find that those awaiting his rescue were nowhere to be found among the burning, collapsed houses.\n\nDefeated, the Bloodstained Knight took the smoke-blackened goblet,\nand vowed to rid the world of monsters, of poverty and of evil."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Bloodstained Iron Mask",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "The iron mask the knight used to conceal their identity. Many have speculated about the face behind the mask.",
+		"story": "A luxurious platinum mask that once belonged to a knight of noble birth.\nThe dark stains of dry blood are now a permanent part of its appearance.\n\nAs the Bloodstained Knight reached out to help a person in need after slaying the monster,\nThe way she cowered in fear made the knight realize:\nHe was now a monster himself.\nTainted by the blood and cruelty of his drawn-out war.\n\n\"Shield me from the eyes\"\n\"Of those I vowed to protect.\"\n\"And shield them from the horrors I am bound to effect.\""
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/braveheart.json

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+{
+	"name": "Brave Heart",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "Increases DMG by 30% against opponents with more than 50% HP.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Medal of the Brave",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A simple flower brooch that is a keepsake from someone's first adventure.",
+		"story": "The little hero slipped out of doors by night, and with his friend rushed headlong into the wolves' forest.\nWith his slingshot he chased boars, and with sturdy branches he would battle imaginary monsters.\nFollowing the shining Seelie deep into the woods, he discovered a treasure that had laid buried for a thousand years.\n\nThat treasure was a small yellow flower.\n\nWhen the tired hero returned to his childhood bedroom, and flipped through the proof of his first adventures,\nHe discovered to his surprise that the long-hidden flower had yet to wilt.\nYet in this it was alone, for everything else had changed with the passing of years."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Prospect of the Brave",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A shimmering feather from a songbird that brings a nudge of courage to its wearer.",
+		"story": "To comfort his crybaby of a companion, the young hero gave his friend a bird's feather.\nThis was proof of their shared adventure, of the treasure they found together, and was meant to embolden his comrade.\n\nMuch later, one of them was named a \"lion,\"\nAnd became a crownless king at the head of many knights.\nThe other became a \"wolf,\"\nSupporting his friend from the shadows, and running affairs of state.\n\nIn those turbulent times, the two defended their home and each other like sword and dagger.\nBut this was a story from long ago.\nSo many were lost during the cataclysm."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Fortitude of the Brave",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A dated miniature hourglass that serves no practical purpose. It seems as elusive as time itself.",
+		"story": "When the black curses poured forth, and the roots of disaster infested the earth,\nThe knights, on expedition in a foreign land, would face the horror head on, their formation steely as the northern glaciers.\n\nThe steel of their greatswords flashed brightly, and the dark ichor fell like poisoned rain.\n\nAt last the hero returned home, but this time, without his old friend.\nSo much had changed, save for the hourglass that childhood companion had gifted him."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Outset of the Brave",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A crude wooden vessel filled only with memories.",
+		"story": "The young hero's first battle ended, and for the first time he tasted the sweet wine of victory.\nThat day, deep of the vine he drank together with his closest friend — supportive, joyful, and blissfully ignorant.\n\nMany years later, when the cataclysm came, he led the knights to fight for his homeland.\nOn the eve of battle, he advised his childhood friend and long-time deputy to come drink with him.\n\n\"If you do not return, I will not mourn you.\"\n\"Nay, I will toast you, and drink in your honor, just as we do today.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Crown of the Brave",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A rough-and-ready laurel wreath that seems as precious as a king's golden crown.",
+		"story": "The little hero entered the deep, mysterious forest, and henceforth walked the path of resistance.\nHis best playmate played the role of the champion knight of the aristocracy.\n\n\"Like a lion I stride the battlefield, like she did a thousand years before.\"\n\"Songs I will inspire with my sword, to give to generations to come.\"\n\nTheir toy greatswords and tree branches clashed in their fierce duel—\nTill at last the hero won the day, and seized the aristocrats' crowns from their heads.\n\nMany years later, this wreath of flowers, though crudely made,\nWould seem more precious still than the power a master of knights held..."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/crimsonwitchofflames.json

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+{
+	"name": "Crimson Witch of Flames",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Pyro DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "Increases Overloaded, Burning, and Burgeon DMG by 40%. Increases Vaporize and Melt DMG by 15%. Using Elemental Skill increases the 2-Piece Set Bonus by 50% of its starting value for 10s. Max 3 stacks.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Witch's Flower of Blaze",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A common species of flower.\nIt is curiously capable of resisting the Crimson Witch's flames.\n\nA crisis centuries ago dashed all hope of the maiden seeing the future promised to her.\nThose dear to her, her past days, and her bright future. All gone.\n\nFrom the ashes, the Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and she burned away her pain with fire.\nYet this flower stayed resilient, soft, and moist.\nPerhaps both painful and beautiful memories were two sides of the same coin."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Witch's Ever-Burning Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A bird feather touched by the witch who once dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. Its eternal flame burns hot.",
+		"story": "A forever-burning bird feather.\nThe fire shall burn for all eternity.\n\nScorched earth followed in her wake, for she chose a path of hellfire.\nThough her fires only touched monsters and demons,\nPeople still cowered behind closed windows and tried to drive her away. But none of that mattered to her.\n\nNew hopes were birthed from the fires of old pains.\nShe needed not comforting nor sympathy.\nChirping by her side, the birds gave her all the understanding she needed."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Witch's End Time",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A small vessel containing a high-temperature liquid.\nIt is said to be the molten souls of evil spirits.\n\nA 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.\nOne cycle was the time required to finish her study at the Akademiya.\nBy the time the countdown ended and she returned to her hometown, its previous owner had become a casualty of the crisis.\n\nHer maiden years were over. The Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and with her the era of destruction.\nThe timepiece bore witness to the days of monsters and the pain they caused, until all were burned away."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Witch's Heart Flames",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A clear bottle containing liquid fire.\nThe techniques involved in making liquid fire have since been lost.\n\nThe Crimson Witch of Flame walked upon the earth, burning monsters into cinders.\nRumor told of how she sacrificed her mortal body to become the embodiment of liquid fire herself.\n\nStill, love and longing once dwelt in her maiden heart.\nUntil fires burned away that beautiful and fragile part.\nThus, she became the witch that historians were loath to remember."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Witch's Scorching Hat",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A traditional witch's pointed hat with a large brim.\nIt grants a witch the reverence and fear which she commands.\n\nTo the Crimson Witch of Flame, this large hat shielded her from surrounding distractions.\nIt was how she was able to hone her Pyro skills when she was still an apprentice.\n\nIn combat, she needed not pay attention to monsters disintegrating in flames.\nNor did she need to look at her own burnt face in the water's reflection.\nAnd so the Crimson Witch continued to burn, blind to the extent of her devastation."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Deepwood Memories",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Dendro DMG Bonus +15%.",
+	"4pc": "After Elemental Skills or Bursts hit opponents, the targets' Dendro RES will be decreased by 30% for 8s. This effect can be triggered even if the equipping character is not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Labyrinth Wayfarer",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "This lovely gold-plated flower was plucked from the crown of the ruler of the forest.",
+		"story": "When the lord of the forest was born, the king of trees bestowed upon them a crown.\nThis crown would finally pass to the first maiden who had followed in the lord's footsteps.\nShe once took in many children who had become lost in the forest, yet had not ever trodden upon any wild flowers.\n\nShe only knew how to serve her liege and defend the labyrinth,\nAnd she knew that the world was naught but the dream of the forest,\nSo she taught the ways of the hunt and the method of walking through dreams to the children,\nShe taught that they must love the plants of the forest, for they belong to her liege's garden.\nThat they must respect the creatures that fall under their arrows, for they are her lord's people.\n\nHer teachings would pass amongst the lost children of the forest, and they would change much.\nEventually, their origins would be forgotten altogether, but some people would become guardians who patrolled the woods,\nReturning to the world of humans and light bonfires in the deepest of nights to exorcise the shadows.\nThere was one who remained and walked between the trees, eventually forgetting time itself amidst the hunt for wild beasts, becoming drenched in black blood.\n\nShe was very nearly as ancient as the final lord of the forest, and at the last she dreamed a dream of the labyrinth and the hunt.\nThis dream was so great and vast that it would cover every dream that was ever dreamed by the forest people.\nThe labyrinth, for its part, was the vast and endless hunting ground, where the roots of trees and the lines drawn by the snaking streams were denser than a tiger's stripes,\nMore changeable than the flowing water. The whispers that preach \"death\" became lost within this labyrinth,\nFor only she and those who understood the teachings of the forest lord could pass through the maze and enter into the boundless hunting grounds.\nTill at last, when the whispers had faded, and the wicked beasts had fled far away, did she, now fully eroded, disappear together with that grand dream.\n\nShe, and many fragments of dreams, would at last flow into the dreams of human scions.\nLike how a shattered mirror reflects many different images,\nThe dreams she left behind are circulated through the narratives of the people in a myriad of forms.\nThose tales that became the widest spread (emerged victorious) had nothing at all to do with her.\n\nHer name as mentioned in those tales, for example, was in fact the name of the crown.\nIn the end, all she had left to herself was her true name, a handful of water that reflected the moonlight,\nAnd the golden flower she had taken from the crown that her beloved king had given her."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Scholar of Vines",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "An emerald leaf as fluffy as a feather. Plucked from the raiment of a forest scholar.",
+		"story": "Those were the years of the lord of the labyrinth...\nIt 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.\nShe guarded the silent forest, the still water that embraced the moon, and the endless hunting grounds at the very end of the dream forest.\n\"We were born in the verdant royal forest. Our world is under the tree-shade and above the meadow.\"\n\"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.\"\n\"For all those who follow nature must pass through the maze of the forest and reach that endless plain.\"\nHer teachings once inspired many children, but like the blood of tigers, it too would slowly grow thin...\n\nThose were the years of the ominous moon...\nThey say that the blind boy followed in the footsteps of his white-armored brother, traversing kingdoms, mountains, and rivers,\nAt last becoming lost in the dark forest.\nHe was obsessed with swordsmanship but was gentler than anyone. He was too dogmatic, but adhered to justice more than anyone...\nAt the end of the everlasting, white phantom in his heart, what he discovered was a relic of the woods, pure white as the moonlight.\nLater, there came beasts that lusted after flesh and blood. When the huntress finally came to him, following the shimmering light of the white branches,\nHe had already lost the power to make wishes, and the white form that once guided him had faded into darkness and disappeared...\n\nThose were the years when the night was on the rise. Those were the years when dawn was still far-off.\nFrom the nightmare, the wise caught a glimpse of the dark longsword and the red blooming in the water."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "A Time of Insight",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "The ancient legends say that the lord of the forest was immortal,\nAs they at life's end would melt into the forest,\nTheir claws would become metal and wood, and their stripes would become an endless maze,\nAnd their smoldering eyes would become the moon in both the sky and the water.\nAll things that die will gain new life in some other form.\nAll things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots.\n\n\"But those souls who had been destroyed by death, memories that are eternally lost,\"\n\"Is there a place for them in the cycle of life and death?\"\n\n\"The soul is a void concept, and memories must one day return to the land.\"\n\"What is there to worry about if something that was always void were to fade away?\"\n\"Rather, remind and support one another, such that everyone's image will be remembered forever.\"\n\"Thus shall we defeat the natural cycle of life and death, and preserve memory forever!\"\n\nMuch later, the friends who had agreed to remind one another would be infected with the wicked disease of forgetfulness.\nAccording to the image of the three people and three spirits that had not been wholly forgotten,\nAnd the records and conjectures left behind by the mad scientist who was expelled by the academy,\nThe dream had to be captured — along with the inhabitants of the forest who could control dreams,\nTo remind that friend once again of one's own form and the memories that were shared.\n\nIf the organ that governs memory has taken too much damage and cannot be healed,\nThen bring another old friend and dwell in dreams of the past together,\nPlay in a small tree house, and explore the limitless depth of the jungle.\nYes, that would be nice as well. For in dreams, everyone has a chance to start over.\n\nBut first, those dream spirits must be captured.\nThose sellswords once did much for me.\nI trust they will not disappoint this time, either."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Lamp of the Lost",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "This was originally an oil lamp in the style of the desert realm, but has since sprouted fluorescent green leaves.",
+		"story": "It is said that when the lord of folly was destroyed by his own ambition, the kings of the desert arose as one, and fell just as quickly.\nMany tiny tyrants would marshal refugees fleeing the cataclysm, and they would build temples, palaces, and high walls where once stood ancient ruins.\nThe ruined cities would be devastated each after the next, and despots of all stripes boasting of power and wealth for a time would rise and fall all too quickly.\nThis oil lamp belonged to one of the young princes of the decaying kingdoms and was one of the remaining treasures hidden away in his trove.\n\n\"Father ascended the tower in pursuit of a falcon, and the ancient structure could not bear his great weight, casting him into the boiling quicksand.\"\n\"Thus did our kingdom's days come to be numbered, and I too was dragged into pointless conflicts, tossed this way and that on the waves of treachery.\"\n\"In those days, I too had someone to love. She longed to be queen, but did not concern herself with the identity of the one seated on the throne.\"\n\"And so it was that I lost my love. For my life and my seal, I closed her lips with a viper's kiss and buried her in quilts of sand.\"\n\"Later, just as it happened to all other kingdoms in living memory, threats from without and foes from within would arise. Kith and kin, slaves and pariahs would be at each other's throats.\"\n\"Scarcity and strife, those two deformed twins, would dance wildly amidst these burning, godless sands, burying our selves within their mirage.\"\n\nAnd so did the kingdom within the searing sand return whence it came, and the once-affluent prince became a penniless refugee.\nWith the wish to conquer new lands burning in his breast, he set out for the rainforest with what little wealth he had left on his person.\nBut much later, the prince who wished to inherit the woodland like a Rishboland Tiger would himself be conquered by the quiet moonlight.\nHe was drawn to the powerful form of the huntress with the white bow, and in being pursued and expelled each night,\nThe homeless prince slowly understood the murmurs of the trees and the whispering of the tigers, and was accepted by the beneficent dream—\n\n\"Hahaha, well, isn't that a fine tale? A noble forced from their home, who finds destiny and glory once again...\"\n\"Yon golden slumber summons thee, wandering sand...\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Laurel Coronet",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "This crown was bestowed by the deity with dominion over plants and trees. It was an heirloom of the royal house of the labyrinth. It was, at last, made the inheritance of the king's attendant.",
+		"story": "There is a time appointed for all things to live and die, and the cycle continues on forever,\nThus did the ruler of trees once preach the cycle of life.\nAll things that die will gain new life in some other form,\nAnd all things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots.\nFruits that fall upon the land will feed the beasts of the land,\nAnd the beasts will return to the land and themselves become fruits.\nThe forests were always full of life.\n\nLegend has it that when the god of trees created a forest amidst the sands,\nThe first order of the day was to create a device that could call forth the rains.\nThus did the bright moon reflect the patterns of light from the labyrinth upon the water,\nAnd from this was the \"tiger\" born.\n\nThe tiger's stripes were ever-changing, resembling the forest's branches,\nAnd thus did it become the ruler of the jungle, whose name was Viaghara.\nThe blessed lord of the forest walked amidst the garden, head held high,\nRuling over the primates, the birds, and the beasts of the labyrinth.\n\nLater, the seeds of the pomegranates fell upon the soil and gave birth to the forest spirits.\nThus did the lord of the forest bless them under the first Vasara Tree, and made a pact with the divine,\nTo share the labyrinth with them, and to command the birds and beasts not to harm them.\n\nThough the sun's light was shrouded for a time, the flowing water was once corrupted,\nAnd the final forest lord died in defense of the nurseries of life,\nA large whiskered cat succeeded that regal name,\nAnd guarded the woodland creatures in imitation of that lord.\nThough it could not match even an iota of that lord's might,\nIt would keep the promise and protect the forest,\nNor would it ever attempt to harm the guardian spirits of the trees.\nYes, though the ever-changing labyrinth has perished,\nThe forest is still filled with life."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Defender's Will",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "DEF +30%",
+	"4pc": "For each different element present in your own party, the wearer's Elemental RES to that corresponding element is increased by 30%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Guardian's Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An iris that was cherished by the guardian. Unfortunately, the chance never came for it to be given to whom the guardian loved.",
+		"story": "Only that maiden's clear voice,\nCould cause the guardian's brow to come unbound.\n\nTheir time together was short.\nAt last, the knight's blood would run dry,\nAs would her tears and her songs."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Guardian's Sigil",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feather-shaped brooch that symbolizes someone’s yearning to defend others like a shield.",
+		"story": "The shield-crest engraved upon this quill glitters in the pale moonlight.\nLong ago, this light would strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and thieves.\n\nThe guardian had a very precious knightly title.\nBut at night, he would disguise his crest and face beneath a mantle.\nThus, he could shake off his restraints and do that which needed to be done—\n—Yet could not be done by an upright knight in good standing."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Guardian's Clock",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A small timekeeping gadget. On moonless nights, it was the only way its former owner could know the time.",
+		"story": "The ticking of the clock's hands, the candlelight, and the reams of case notes,\nThe shadows by moonlight, the blade and black mantle,\nThese were the constant companions of the lonesome guardian.\nBut no matter how far he went, there was never enough time.\nHis superior, carefree and proud, often laughed at his curtness, his unsmiling face, his aversion to fun.\n\nBut the guardian was not one to look back on the past — only to the present and future.\nOnly by reaving every last trace of evil, no matter the means,\nCould he ensure that this land that his friend and superior loved could have a future without fear.\n\nOnly when he gazed on that maiden in the square,\nCould he think upon things he had no time for.\n\nOnly then could he think about his own future..."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Guardian's Vessel",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A metal vessel that can be filled with a drink to dispel the loneliness of the long watch.",
+		"story": "An exceedingly ordinary old wine canteen.\nIf one had to point out something special about it,\nIt would be that it never once contained a drop of alcohol.\n\n\"Come on, you have to try a little wine sometime.\"\nThe guardian's longtime friend and superior joked.\n\"Quit knitting those eyebrows together, have a little wine and song!\"\n\"I mean, that's how we have the courage to face tomorrow.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Guardian's Band",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A fabric band dyed indigo by the darkness of night. Can also double as a bandage in the event of an emergency.",
+		"story": "Always have a backup plan—\nHe wore this headband to remind himself of that axiom.\nIn an emergency, it could also serve as a tourniquet.\n\nBy this creed he taught his swordsmanship to the knights under his friend's command.\nBy this credo he also mentored a white knight who loved justice above all else.\nIn its name he nipped many seedlings that might have blossomed into evil in the bud.\n\nAs long as he was sufficiently prepared,\nEven if one day, he should be unable to defend this land,\nOr protect his friend, or that maiden who loved to sing..."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Desert Pavilion Chronicle",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Anemo DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "When Charged Attacks hit opponents, the equipping character's Normal Attack SPD will increase by 10% while Normal, Charged, and Plunging Attack DMG will increase by 40% for 15s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "The First Days of the City of Kings",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Fallen noble, please heed this man so old and blind.\nHeed the lessons of Gurabad, heed the evanescence of the flowers made by man.\nHeed the king of common birth, and the mad love and boiling fury possessed by the Jinn...\n\nLegend 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.\nOnly those who possessed hearts of iron and were untainted by the allure of corruption,\nCould serve as a vassal-king and guide the people, like a shepherd tending to a flock.\nJust like that, under the merciful yet stern gaze of her master, the Jinni found her choice...\nOrmazd, a young shepherd at the time, fell in love with the lily-born Liloupar.\n\n\"I shall grant you a hundred generations of blessings, at the price of sharp retribution and the spilling of red wine.\"\n\"For the mad love that we Jinn possess is chained to greed and want, and carries with it self-deigned retribution.\"\n\nYet, beneath the light of the moon, Ormazd failed to take heed of these warnings...\nIt was as if such fated punishment was still far from this valiant youth.\nUnder the guidance of the Jinni, the young shepherd became the leader of his nomadic clan,\nAnd as time went on, Ormazd defeated his divided rivals and found himself crowned the vassal king.\n\nGurabad bloomed like a man-made flower in a cliff wall, becoming the capital of the mortals.\nOnce a shepherd, Ormazd had now become the vassal king, proxy of the Lord of the Sands.\nYet, even as the flowers bloomed and their fragrance filled the air, who would have thought that...\nThe most bitter and violent demise was to follow the most vibrant bloom.\n\nFollowing the old tales told to him by his master, Xiphos began his journey to the city of sapphires,\nToward the lessons buried beneath the sands of yesteryear, which he would in future find repeated as the winds of infinite time blew..."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "End of the Golden Realm",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Young wanderers, please heed this man so old and blind.\nHeed the ruins of Gurabad, heed the culmination of a delusional dream...\nHeed the jewel that shines like a dome of stars, and heed the riven states.\n\nTowering spires and golden temples were swallowed by a raging tide, and the halls and palaces became the abodes of the ragged poor...\nThe infuriated mob followed the will of one wearing a brass mask, while those with wisdom proclaimed this happening the \"great plague.\"\nGurabad fell to this black plague, and Lord of the Red Sands fell upon the path of self-destruction...\nLiloupar, born to lilies, found herself repaid with a split soul after falling victim to a plot most insidious,\nWhile the vast and fertile kingdoms collapsed into the sands overnight. Tribes and kingdoms began the tumult anew...\nFrom there, the people of the desert oases divided themselves into seven states, with the city of sapphires, Tulaytullah, being one of the greatest.\n\n\"I think I have lived long enough to bear witness to more than my fair share of short-lived fools and villains...\"\n\"When I was young, the gilded walls once shrouded the sapphire domes like waves covering the moon.\"\n\"In the days of my youth, the canals of Tulaytullah shone like a luminous lattice, their lights dueling the moon for dominance.\"\n\"Now, I have been stripped of sight, and yet I must witness nobles falling to slavery, princes cast down by slave-soldiers...\"\n\"Now, I can no longer see, and yet I speak of dignitaries assassinating the wise and foreign dancers seizing power...\"\n\"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.\"\n\nThe sapphire sea is wreathed in a fog of lies, which go on to become legends and history—\nA general, once the conqueror of countless cities, was left with but a slave to guide the way,\nWhile a young slave bore the \"key\" to restoring their homeland...\nThe king who died absurdly because of a hunting falcon was left with bloodied knife marks along his throat,\nAnd the dancer who made a vow to the prince cared only for the hatred she felt toward the tyrant...\n\nMortal hands were molded into the shape of a falcon, and the broken Jinni was infused within it.\nFrom the cliffs of Gurabad it rose with a cry, sailing past the pitiable desert states...\nFinally arriving in the hands of gilded descendants, the lost memories flaking off like sand.\nThe man-made feather lay upon a dune, silently proclaiming the end of nations...\n\nThrough an aged voice, the lost prince recalled the palace burning in his homeland,\nHis master at the time had been a general and a poet, loyal to the tyrant who ruined his nation.\nAll things will have their rewards and repercussions. One was stripped of sight, the other of their throne...\nAll the while, the grinding wheel of fate spun onward, scattering broken hopes across the world."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Timepiece of the Lost Path",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An ancient mechanical clock. The Jinni fragments continue to emit light at its center and vibrate ever so slightly, as if to say something...",
+		"story": "\"Mother... Mother...!\"\n\"Born old, and with unfathomable power supported by a shattered consciousness...\"\n\"Neither knowing the sweetness of milk nor tasting the warmth of the womb...\"\n\"With tears made steam by the glaring sun and momentary joys fed to the crushing turn of gears...\"\n\"We come not from loving union, but from hatred and alienation.\"\n\n\"Mother... Mother...!\"\n\"We are without pride, and lack any wisdom to boast of...\"\n\"There is no space for which we can exist, no leisure offered to us as rest...\"\n\"Our voices have been replaced with copper tubes, and our swollen stomachs lack an umbilicus ...\"\n\"To the mother who never bore us, may pestilence and woe fester in your every moment...\"\n\n\"Mother... Mother...!\"\n\"What are we but soulless machines, slaves amongst Jinn...\"\n\"We have no names, nor has anyone ever heeded our cries...\"\n\"Our vessels were carved into shape by vicious torments. Hatred fuels us...\"\n\"This gathering hate builds within, creating the desire to destroy...\"\n\n\"In the name of the moon's bright, disfigured face, we make this final pledge...\"\n\"May the sands chip through your withered lungs. May all that is green be scorched to ashes...\"\n\n\"And at last, we shall break the chains that have bound us since our inception...\"\n\"And we will return to the embrace of our unjustly tormented birth mother, Shirin...\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Defender of the Enchanting Dream",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An ancient golden cup that is both marvelously and luxuriously wrought. Murmurings can be heard within its empty innards.",
+		"story": "Travelers here to sup from the oasis, please heed this man so old and blind.\nHeed the dirge of Gurabad, heed the enrapturing dreams of King Deshret...\nHeed the disloyal souls, and heed a betrayal between companions.\n\nLegend has it that when the Lord of Flowers passed, her countless Jinn turned to serve King Deshret.\nKing Deshret searched in vain for the ancient paradise where the divine needle fell, and there created an eternal oasis...\nAmong the greatest Jinn was one named Ferigees, granted governance of the oasis by King Deshret.\nTo protect her mistress' slumber, she once used her powers to keep the springs ever-flowing,\nAnd so she spread greenery across the desert like stars in the sky, providing sanctuary to folk who had lost their homes...\n\nLater, under the guidance of the Jinni Liloupar, the vassal states of the mortal kingdoms built their cities around the \"Eternal Oasis.\"\nBearing loyalty to the Lord of Flowers and compassion for the newborn realms, Ferigees decided to make a sacrifice.\nDisobeying the charge given to her by King Deshret, the great Jinni caged her own body in shackles of frost,\nTurning 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...\n\n\"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.\"\n\"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.\"\n\"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...\" \n\"But I have long been waiting — always waiting — in a sleepless dream... Waiting for the King of Sand to fulfill his ancient promise.\"\n\nMind and body festooned with wretched machinery, she awaits the end of her mistress' slumber,\nBearing a sullen hope as she silently guards the broken dreams of this empire of sand.\nEven should the spring be mixed with bitter gravel, even if the oasis is swallowed by sand...\nEven amidst the eternal pulsing of machines, she listens for the coming of the footsteps that will bring change.\n\n\"But, my teachers so sightless, I was born into a slave's chains, and had everything taken from me when I was young...\"\n\"Might I, abandoned by the fates like the dunes of sand as I was, be worthy of a change in my fortunes?\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Legacy of the Desert High-Born",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "Earrings made from amber gold that shines with a strange light.",
+		"story": "Merchant sheltering from the storm, please heed this man so old and blind.\nHeed the past of Gurabad, heed the retribution its people sought for themselves.\nHeed the newborn nobility and the peasants who dwell beneath the palace...\n\nLegends say that when Gurabad rose, the kingdoms of man joined many oases into one.\nAt this time, the scattered tribes and the short-lived states obeyed the will of Ormazd alone. \nOrmazd took the Lord of the Desert as his lord-patron, constructing palaces and temples to facilitate his worship.\nSlaves were taken from the tribes, servitude was demanded from states, and sacrifices were required of the cities...\nThe city thrived, and nobles and slaves alike lived in its shade.\n\nPeering down from on high at the priests and servants below, scurrying like ants, the Jinni concubine could only sigh mournfully.\nAs an attendant of the Goddess of Flowers, she believed she had chosen the ideal king, but didn't wish for him to be addled by vanity.\nSo, the Jinni offered gentle advice between the sheets, vainly trying to change the king's mind...\nOrmazd took the conventions of rule and slavery as a given, regarding her words only as the soft nothings of a lover.\n\n\"To infuse love into my vessel was to be in constant company with everlasting and ever-demanding wants.\"\n\"The search for a dream, for a homeland, and for my beloved to transcend mundane ideals.\"\n\"But now, my beloved is deep in the throes of hypocrisy and greed. He has taken on the habits of an ordinary tyrant.\"\n\"To quell my fury at this betrayal, I will impose upon you three generations of ruination.\"\n\nSilently, the Jinni removed the earrings he had given her as a sign of her resolve,\nA poisonous scheme already manifesting in a heart turned cruel.\n\n\"Xiphos, my child, hate burns everything like wildfire, leaving only the ashes of madness.\"\n\"Yet uncontrolled love is even more feral. A great many evils are born from unshackled love...\""
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Echoes of an Offering",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "When Normal Attacks hit opponents, there is a 36% chance that it will trigger Valley Rite, which will increase Normal Attack DMG by 70% of ATK. This effect will be dispelled 0.05s after a Normal Attack deals DMG. If a Normal Attack fails to trigger Valley Rite, the odds of it triggering the next time will increase by 20%. This trigger can occur once every 0.2s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Soulscent Bloom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A jade carved into the shape of a flower. A phantom scent, here one instant and gone the next, swirls around it.",
+		"story": "Each year, when the Spiritscent Flowers bloom, Qiaoying Village will prepare for its tea-serving ceremonies.\nOnce the flowers wither, flower tea infused with nine layers of scents are presented in the village hall.\nThe Spiritscent Flower is a fleeting thing, much like the sudden coming and going of a certain adeptus.\nThis one left behind the ambiguous name of \"Herblord,\" as well as many foggy and fragmented legends.\n\nIn one such tale, the Herblord's adeptal form would turn into the branches of an ancient tea tree.\nIn another, the adeptus flew up to the adeptal mountain on a subdued evil beast.\nThere is even a story that goes like this—\n\nThe young lady grasped at the hooded hat on the ground as she struggled ashore, placing it on her head haphazardly.\nFor if she did not cover her face, then she might feel embarrassed and find herself at a loss for words.\nJust then, the orchestrator of her suffering poked their head out of the water.\nThe rainbow-scales on their body glimmered, as if to revel in this victory.\n\n\"*cough* Alright! So you can swim! Very impressive! ...You know what? May you drown someday!\"\n\nShe spoke these words in anger, but also in jest.\nAnd yet that glittering streak would eventually sink into the depths, never to come back to the surface."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Jade Leaf",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A jade ornament shaped like a leaf. It seems to have once had deep meaning between specific friends.",
+		"story": "A very long time ago, there was no ford across the river, only a misty hillside.\nThe owner of this mountain had yet to decide what to plant here when someone preempted them.\n\n\"Once this tree gets a bit larger, I'll cut its leaves down and make some tea for all of you.\"\n\"When that time comes, we'll get Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper to come over...\"\n\n\"Seriously? You plant trees any way you like on my turf, and you have the nerve to spout such things?\"\nBut though the young lady who was master of this mountain complained, she too could imagine the tea's fragrance.\n\nLater, someone would quietly tie this jade pendant to the thin branches of the small tree.\nWhen more time had passed, the mountain's master returned, but in a changed aspect,\nAnd sans the finger that might untie the pendant. This was a long time ago now.\n\nMany years later, the branches of this tree would be grafted to the other side of the river by the mortals who dwelled in the mountains.\nThe fragrance of tea would also travel from this place, Chenyu Vale, to Liyue Harbor, and from there to many more places still.\n\nThere are many legends concerning the tea trees of Chenyu Vale. One of them goes like this:\nNo matter the waters, soil, or sunlight, this sort of tree only grows lushly in Chenyu Vale.\nThis is because it remembers the promise that old friends made in the ancient past beside the tea sapling."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Symbol of Felicitation",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A circular jade ornament. Legend has it that it was once used somewhere as a symbol for rituals to begin.",
+		"story": "It is said that this jade ornament comes from the long-sealed sacred mountain.\nJust as a Starconch separated from the sea will recall the sound of the waves,\nThe ornament will also emit the sound of flowing water.\n\nYou may often hear such rumors in inns...\n\"You know, legend has it that the greatest treasure of the mountains is a slab of fine jade that can bring down sweet rains.\"\n\"But when the world was in turmoil, demons began to covet its power.\"\n\"So the master of the mountain split it into many parts, forming each part into different shapes, so as to hide them.\"\n\"Then, the master concealed them underwater, in the hills, and some were even offered to shrines.\"\n\"In the legends of Chenyu Vale, these jade ornaments bear the blessing of a deity's pact.\"\n\"It's just that no one has been able to find them, even after so many years...\"\n\nThe priest had been ever careful in hiding this jade loop on their person.\nBut on certain years, they would discreetly show it to a friend with no sense of refinement on the eve of a departure.\nThe priest would speak of its patterns and its origins, and of the pact made with a deity by their ancestors,\nBut the friend was busy pounding herbs with mortar and pestle, and did not hear a single word.\n\n\"We do this song and dance every year, and I've heard this story who-knows-how-many times.\"\n\"Didn't you say you'd treat me to some tea when you get back? Let's talk then.\"\nBut that which came from the waters was not that which she had thought would come, and would vanish henceforth back into those waters...\n\nTill today, the artisans of Yilong Port still make such simple ornaments.\nVisiting merchants will also often place these jade loops close to their ears, as the legend says,\nWondering if they can truly hear the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on mountain stone."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Chalice of the Font",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "This was originally a gift from a friend, linked to a small realm within.\nThe spring within the chalice would never dry up, making it a fine place to temporarily stay.\nIt could hold a reflection of the sun and moon, and could play host to swimming fish.\n\nCompared to the ill-fate accorded to the Yaksha, she believed that she was luckier by far.\nBut the price for inheriting the ancient rites was to never spend much time on land.\nIn those days, the sweet waters did not flow across Liyue in such abundance.\nThe harbor-city beneath the mountains and the gathering in the plains was, to her, a distant dream.\nBut that person, ever afraid of trouble, decided to set off with this teacup in hand.\n\nThis \"Liyue Harbor\" she spoke of would almost certainly be as full of flaws as a village ceremony.\nThis journey would surely be full of arguments, struggle, and many troubles.\nShe knew that they both quite enamored with their gifts of the gab, but much less with crowds.\nNowhere else in this world could you find two adepti as small as they, envious and fearing prosperity in equal measure.\n\n\"But we had promised each other many things in the past, and this is very good.\"\nAs they were to leave, she thought thus.\n\"Well, at least this trip will be interesting. I can introduce her to some other old friends.\"\n\nLater, the brazier and tea kettle would come into common use, and the teacup's shape, too, was taken up by people.\nAnd thus did everyone become able to have the moon on their desk and hold it in their palms."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Flowing Rings",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A pair of earrings made from a single piece of jade. It has a most gentle texture.",
+		"story": "Chenyu Vale is home to many mountains, streams, and stories. Among these, the most famous is:\nA long time ago, there was a priceless gem that fell into the hands of a demon and was thrown into the waters where it sunk...\n\nThe wide river of a legend will oft produce many tributaries. One of these goes like this:\nThis gem was once jade from a sacred mountain, carved into its current shape only by the hand of Rex Lapis himself.\nAnd the stone that had been lost to the waters may have been a lesser jade, or perhaps just a simple cup.\nSome even say that the \"jade\" in the tale is in fact an analogy for a beautiful person.\n\nThe legends even have it that people had once seen this:\n\nUnnumbered koi with tails like gems in the sunlight,\nHaving left the shackles of the lakes and rivers to which aquatic creatures are bound,\nFlying freely with the wind in the sky.\nSo too did the pair of jade earrings belonging to a certain person change form."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Emblem of Severed Fate",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Energy Recharge +20%",
+	"4pc": "Increases Elemental Burst DMG by 25% of Energy Recharge. A maximum of 75% bonus DMG can be obtained in this way.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Magnificent Tsuba",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "Legends hold that this ornate hand guard was once fitted upon a sword gifted to the oni who betrayed the Shogun.",
+		"story": "Mother had bared her fangs against the Shogun, who had been kind to her and who had given her a treasured sword.\nIn the end, the only thing that was sent back to the Mikoshi Clan was the tsuba of that blade which she had loved so dearly.\n\nMother's long-cherished wish was to overcome the destiny of life and death with her boiling passion.\nShe would make such contributions as to make an eternal name for the ever-thinning blood of the war-oni.\nIf she was engulfed by the pitch-black tiger-beast of sin itself, then she would tear it apart from the inside.\n\nShe would've proven her valor resoundingly under the Electro Mitsudomoe banner,\nAnd she thought she could wash her bloodstained juunihitoe battle-garb clean.\nBut it was stained black in the end, together with her fiercely beating heart...\n\nFrom then on, her eldest son, who should have inherited the family fortune, lived in seclusion in a village outside the city,\nWith naught but the mountain and wood as his friends — that is, until he met that girl...\n\n\"What a pain. Well, if you wish to abandon your past, allow me to give you a new name.\"\nAfter hearing about his past, the girl who possessed jet black wings sneered disdainfully.\n\"Well, you shall be called Iwakura. 'The seat of rock.' A name that human words cannot harm.\"\n\"Come on, mortal in whose veins runs the blood of the oni, be glad. Smile a little!\"\n\"You should know that names given by us Yougou Tengu are blessed with divine powers.\"\n\"Besides, the name 'rock' suits you — it certainly suits your mind and your muscles, that's for sure.\"\n\n\"Well then, when the cherry blossoms fall next year, let's have a duel here, 'Iwakura.'\"\n\"Child of the oni, hone your swordsmanship and become a foe whom the Yougou Tengu would not be ashamed to cross swords with.\"\n\"Ah, yes! If you manage to touch me, you'll get to call your secret blade 'Tengu Victor'!\"\n\"After all, if you get to that point, you'll have a sword that'll let you 'triumph over the tengu.'\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Sundered Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "This was once the black feather of a certain tengu warrior, and was the treasured souvenir of an ancient swordsman.",
+		"story": "Surrounded by the black feathers seized by his onrushing blade, the man who stood on the cusp of becoming a swordmaster...\n...Finally caught the girl who had been untouchable for so many years...\n\n\"Yikes, that was a close shave. Well done indeed.\"\n\"If your sword hadn't been broken by your strength,\"\n\"I would've died here for sure. Well then...\"\n\nTeruyo, shall we change the venue for our duel next year?\nThere are a few places I know of where you can also see the scarlet sakura falling...\nAs he looked around at the small shrine he had destroyed, holding the tengu's trembling hand,\nThese words lay on the tip of Michihiro's tongue even as he stared at the black feathers that he had sliced off.\n\n\"You did touch me, after all. I must admit that this is clearly your victory.\"\n\nVictory has not been decided yet. Let's meet again next year, he wanted to say.\n\n\"Now, your sword can even surpass the speed of a tengu.\"\n\"I will never forget a single one of our duels in these past thirteen years.\"\n\"But as a Tengu, I have duties to the clan that I must fulfill.\"\n\"Thinking back, I changed your name in hopes that you might escape from the curse of the oni bloodline.\"\n\"With that war, non-human blood grows thinner and thinner.\"\n\"Ah well. We should not covet the happy endings that humans enjoy, after all. But you're different.\"\n\"You are now 'Iwakura.' You are no longer the 'Mikoshi' who shoulders the burden of oni blood.\"\n\n\"Goodbye, Michihiro, and please forget me.\"\n\"Use your sword for the Iwakura bloodline... and open a path that belongs to the Iwakura alone.\""
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Storm Cage",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An exquisite seal cage patterned with pansies painted upon a black backdrop, decorated with shining inlaid seashells and intricate gold-work.",
+		"story": "In the distant past, when Seirai Island had yet to be shrouded by storm clouds, memories would rise and fall like breaths.\nIn the end, the elegant container that contained thunderstorms and tremors could not be handed over to the one to whom it was promised.\n\n\"Did you come to me because the string is broken again? You're such a headache.\"\n\"Other than your swordsmanship, you're just an idiotic old gambler, aren't you?\"\n\n\"Hmph. Don't you look down on me. I learned my archery from a tengu, you know? It's pretty famous, too.\"\n\"It's just that I'm too good with a sword, you know? That's why no one ever talks about my archery.\"\n\"Actually, now that I think about it, that's such a waste of good archery. How about I teach it to you, then?\"\n\nOnce upon a time, you mended that idiot's broken seal cage, all the while speaking those harsh words...\nOnce upon a time, though you used harsh words to divert others, you could not help but smile faintly.\n\n\"Please. You're already a Hatamoto with important responsibilities. Why are you still running around looking for trouble?\"\n\"And you're already married too, to a sweet wife no less. Why do you spend your days wandering and gambling, huh?\"\n\nYou're already...\nThe question was on the edge of your lips, but you were unable to ask, and you decided never to bring it up again.\nIf the Lady Saiguu had been here with you, she would surely have put it in a clever and merry way...\n\n\"It doesn't matter anymore. I gave myself a holiday, at least for today.\"\n\"Let's leave that whole shrine business behind and sneak off to the seaside, just like we did when you were little.\"\n\nAnd so he dragged you to the harbor, where you watched the ships sailing back and forth, as if in a trance.\nYou listened to him talk about Teruyo of the shrine, and how she had inherited her master's beauty and skill.\nYou listened to him talk about his terrifying nightmares, in which he cut off his own head...\nBut you both knew that those were just words to hide the melancholy of adulthood.\n\nLater, a long time later,\nOverlooking the mossy reefs and the harbor where the two of you once had that quiet rendezvous...\nFor the gambler to win his bet again, for the sake of praying for his safety...\nOnce again, you dared to stand upon those heights, holding up the seal cage that you made with your own hands.\nBearing the hope of retrieving those memories, you gathered the power of thunder and lightning."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Scarlet Vessel",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An intricately-designed wine vessel that a world-famous martial artist once drank from.",
+		"story": "With his secret sword technique, Tengu Sweeper, Iwakura Michihiro became the Kujou Clan's swordsmanship instructor.\nHe also received the title of \"Douin\" and founded a successful sword school.\nAs he headed off to take up his post at the Kujou Estate, Michihiro, who had long learned how to drink,\nStepped into the branch shrine that had been utterly destroyed by his completion of the Tengu Sweeper.\nHere, in the courtyard of this abandoned branch shrine, he had sparred with the Tengu of Yougou thirteen times in the last thirteen years.\nHe remembered his encounter with the black-winged tengu who had called herself \"Teruyo of Yougou\"...\n\nThirteen years went by like a dream\nThe scarlet snow flies through the shadowed pass like smoke\nYou have now gone afar\n\nThe Sacred Sakura petals fell then, too, as if they were snow from the sky.\nThe branch shrine had lost the god it worshipped, but it was still in a fine state.\nLaughter as clear as spring water echoed between the mountains.\nBut never again would the two set foot in that desolate yard."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Ornate Kabuto",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A sturdy and hard helmet worn as armor by a noble samurai.",
+		"story": "\"I've been wondering, Sir Douin, could your sword actually slice through lightning?\"\nSo said the young Kanjou Head, Hiroshi, while sheathing his blade. Douin replied thus, woodenly:\n\"How could that be possible? At most, I'd say that it could strike a Tengu in mid-air.\"\n\"That said, though, no one has ever brought a tengu down before. Not even once.\"\n\n\"Is that so? In that case, where does the name of your secret blade, 'Tengu Sweeper,' come from?\"\nSeeing that Douin did not answer, the Kanjou Head who had built Ritou up said:\n\"Ah, if it wasn't for old man Kujou making a move first, I would've loved to recruit you.\"\n\"With your sword, even Ako Domeki of Seirai would be no match...\"\n\nCleaving through the storm clouds, that tengu had given him a new name and a new life.\nShe threw him the rusty blade and told him to strike her, a tengu, down.\nAnd after his sword broke, these were her last words to him..."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Flower of Paradise Lost",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Mastery by 80.",
+	"4pc": "The equipping character's Bloom, Hyperbloom, and Burgeon reaction DMG are increased by 40%. Additionally, after the equipping character triggers Bloom, Hyperbloom, or Burgeon, they will gain another 25% bonus to the effect mentioned prior. Each stack of this lasts 10s. Max 4 stacks simultaneously. This effect can only be triggered once per second. The character who equips this can still trigger its effects when not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Ay-Khanoum's Myriad",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An amethyst bloom that has been beautifully sculpted in the image of an ancient, extinct flower.",
+		"story": "In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens.\nHer magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds...\n\nLegend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights...\nHer heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries.\nThence, those streams flowed into verdant gardens, from which sprouted night-blue water lilies.\nWater lilies are the mothers of the Jinn, and the Jinn were birthed from intoxicating dreams and the bitter memories of loss.\n\nThe first Jinn were creatures of wisdom. They indulged in innocent dreams and love just as sweet.\nTo thank their creator, the infantile Jinn took their mistress by the arm and granted her a laurel wreath of wild chrysanthemums. \n\n\"Oh, Lord of Flowers, master of the garden, we beg of thee — stay, leave us not!\"\n\"Yes. Please, dream-mother, mistress of forgetting and wine, we beg of you — remain queen of this garden.\"\n\nAs so, detained by the gentleness of the Jinn, the exiled goddess remained in this garden of flowers.\nGorgeous purple flowers bearing semblance to the moon bloomed wherever she stopped by. They were named \"Padisarah.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Wilting Feast",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "In a bygone time of which only the Jinn weep, the Mistress of Oases made a final choice.\nAt that moment, she learned that her fate was no riddle, but the key to opening a mysterious doorway.\n\nThrough King Deshret's words and aspirations, she saw the possibility to transcend the absurd shackles that governed this world.\nRejecting the gift granted by the divine throne, the red-crowned king sought a new path of his own volition...\nThough the future she revealed was ruinous and bleak, the king refused to yield an inch.\nEven knowing that the journey was to be fraught with peril, even knowing those dearest to him were certain to fade before his very eyes...\nThe Red Lord chose a noble lie, shepherding his followers on a path toward oblivion.\n\n\"You seek but to chain the winds. Upon the tombstone of divinity shall humanity become the god of gods.\"\n\"Such a carefree dream was certain to be unmade. In ruins where lies are sundered, humanity will become the king of kings.\"\n\nThe Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god.\nAn idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power.\nWhat hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope...\n\nDreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers.\nOnly by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will...\nJust as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone.\nHowever, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion.\nBrilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth...\n\n\"... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?\""
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "A Moment Congealed",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "These sands no longer move no matter how you tilt the hourglass, now and forever defying the drift of time itself.",
+		"story": "In a bygone time of which only the Jinn could sigh, the Lord of the Desert built a cemetery for his beloved.\nWith the gems beneath the deep sands as a power source and the aid of the Jinn, he built an eternal oasis.\n\nEons later, the legend of the \"Eternal Oasis\" spread amongst the wandering tribes of the desert.\nWanderers claim that it is a place of ever-flourishing greenery, ruled by the slumbering Goddess of Flowers.\nWanderers say that Ferigees, last mother of the Jinn, guards the grand gates to the oasis,\nBlessing every mortal that comes before her with unwavering tenderness, be they good or ill...\n\nThe matriarchs of the Tanit, Uzza, Shimti, and other tribes besides all refer to themselves as \"Daughters of the Flower Goddess.\"\nWith faith as their foundation and united by blood, they are further joined by mutual imaginations of the fabled Padisarah garden.\nThe scattered, struggling tribes of the desert seek the Eternal Oasis and endless knowledge.\n\nJust as the prophecy left by their goddess foretold, even after the scouring of civilization, humanity yet survives by their tenacity...\nEven deprived of the guidance of gods, even if they were forced to unite via the memory of a goddess long dead, \nThis 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.\"\n\n\"My lord... why do you command the dunes to stop flowing? Why do you bray at the winds to stop them from blowing?\"\n\"Just like this hourglass. Should these crystal sands mingle into a congealed whole, what would be the meaning of its existence then?\"\n\"Eternity is no paradise, but something that is nigh-impossible to deconstruct, an obstinate stain that cannot be mended.\"\n\"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.'\"\n\nOnce, 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...\nSomewhere in a faraway desert, the imaginings of a time-petrified oasis remains in the minds' of a tribe,\nYet these rootless wandering people continue the cycle of life and death amidst the flowing sands of the dunes..."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Secret-Keeper's Magic Bottle",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A small bottle made of purple crystal. An emerald cap keeps it tightly sealed.",
+		"story": "In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers...\nAs 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.\n\nThe words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said.\nNone know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods.\nBut the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen.\nThe desert and oasis were sovereigns most high, yet held wild thoughts of rebellion the most strongly.\n\n\"I shall keep your secrets on account of the feelings my heart holds for you and the Lord of Wisdom.\"\n\"I shall fashion you a bridge to allow you to slake your deepest wants. But you must fear not the crystalline sapphire nail...\"\n\"I will deliver you unto higher knowledge. But as I have warned, you are fated to lose much in this exchange...\"\n\"Nevertheless, hide my lesson in your heart. Remember the punishment that once was inflicted on the fallen envoys of heaven.\"\n\"Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary.\"\n\nWreathed in darkness, she guided her dearest friend toward the path to understanding all there was to know about the skies and the abyss.\nUsing 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...\n\nSandstorms 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...\nKing Deshret returned from the swirling sands that devoured the skies. The Lord of Flowers, however, was never seen again.\n\n\"... I just dreamed of you... feeling your way through the walls of a crystalline maze... All that can be seen... is but sand...\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Amethyst Crown",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A crown inlaid with amethyst and emerald. It seems to have been the headgear worn by ancient priests of the Goddess of Flowers.",
+		"story": "In a bygone time of which only the Jinn sing, the Lord of Flowers once met the King of the Red Sands.\nIn an age where kings vied against one another for power, King Deshret allowed his throne to be shared with two others.\n\nThe Jinn bequeathed a throne inlaid with emeralds and rubies to celebrate the union between the three friends.\nIn honor of the eternal oasis and the flourishing Padisarahs, the Lord of Flowers wore an amethyst crown.\n\n\"But 'eternity' is ultimately a lie. Intoxication and love could only grind memories down to broken dreams.\"\n\"You once asked me why I always sigh. Tonight, while the moon is bright, let me speak to you of things long past...\"\n\n\"It was a faraway time of calm and peace. Divine envoys spoke openly with the people then, bringing them the word from the heavens...\" \n\"But, in time, invaders descended from beyond the firmament, bringing with them destruction, overturning rivers, spreading plagues...\"\n\"And though the invaders brought war to my former kin, they also brought about illusions that could break through shackles to the land.\"\n\"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...\"\n\"We then suffered the torment of exile. Stripped was our connection to heaven, to our powers of enlightenment...\"\n\n\"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...\"\n\"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.\"\n\"Heed my warnings: seek not the Master of the Four Shades, and inquire not of the mysteries of the sky and the abyss.\"\n\"Otherwise, as shown by the nail of retribution, certain calamity and sorrow shall follow.\"\n\nHowever, King Deshret disagreed with the warnings of his partner, silently swearing his intent to transgress.\nWiping clean the tears of his companion beneath the moon's gaze, he spoke then of his own desires to the Goddess of Flowers..."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Gambler",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Skill DMG by 20%.",
+	"4pc": "Defeating an opponent has a 100% chance to remove Elemental Skill CD. Can only occur once every 15s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Gambler's Brooch",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A big, luxurious flower that can hide loaded dice.",
+		"story": "Gamblers like to flaunt their wealth, although their money can disappear overnight.\nShe would wear this huge, exotic flower ornament on her ears. It certainly catches the eye.\nBut what they would not see is the trick dice carefully hidden within the flower.\nThe gambler would only sneak this dice out of the brooch in an urgent situation.\nSwapping in this dice under the vigilant eyes of the guests was how she turned the table around."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Gambler's Feather Accessory",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "The tail feather of a large bird. Perfect for discretely concealing a trump card.",
+		"story": "This colorful feather served to decorate a gambler's hat. Its flamboyance disgusts true aristocrats.\nBut what the aristocrats do not see is the delicate mechanism hidden beneath the surface.\nWhen the time comes, the gambler subtly swaps in a hidden, game-changing card.\nUpon seeing this card, the disdain and condescension on the aristocrats' faces would instantly give way to sheer shock."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Gambler's Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A shattered pocket watch that once took a lethal hit for its owner.",
+		"story": "Perfect timing is necessary for the gambler's trick to work.\nThat's why she always had this golden pocket watch in her breast pocket.\nIn countless games, there was always that crucial moment when her sensitive perception of time saved her."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Gambler's Dice Cup",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "This vessel was specially made for a single purpose. It has absolutely no secret compartments built into it.",
+		"story": "Every gambler is superstitious to some degree. Many are very fond of custom-made dice cups, for instance.\nThis was her custom-made dice cup. Despite what one might expect, there was nothing dishonest about it. It had no hidden mechanisms.\nFate only decides half of one's dice rolls. The other half are decided by oneself.\nAnd yet, she never rolled the dice away from the gambling table."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Gambler's Earrings",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A pair of blue earrings that, when worn, calm the mind and encourage a rational assessment of risks.",
+		"story": "These ostentatious earrings are the perfect representation of the gambler's transient wealth.\nThe glimmer of the gem is just as soothing as the sky and the lake.\nThe earrings would be coated with a mildly sedative substance to keep the gambler calm in the game.\nIn games where one gambles with life and death, remaining calm and composed is the key to winning."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Gilded Dreams",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Mastery by 80.",
+	"4pc": "Within 8s of triggering an Elemental Reaction, the character equipping this will obtain buffs based on the Elemental Type of the other party members. ATK is increased by 14% for each party member whose Elemental Type is the same as the equipping character, and Elemental Mastery is increased by 50 for every party member with a different Elemental Type. Each of the aforementioned buffs will count up to 3 characters. This effect can be triggered once every 8s. The character who equips this can still trigger its effects when not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Dreaming Steelbloom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower bud made of hammered dark gold. Its crimson core is wrapped by petals that shall never open.",
+		"story": "\"In the golden slumber, no one shall have to ingest a single drop of bitter water.\"\nThe ancient legends tell of three inseparable friends.\nOne of them would wither like a rose and come to rot in the mud.\nThe kingdom of flowers would be ground down into a mere tale by sandstorms, becoming a dream in a song.\n\nOne of the friends would create a great, heretofore unseen oasis in a corner of the desert.\nAnother would use up all their strength and intellect to build an eternal illusion in the sands.\nNo one should have had scars carved upon their faces due to sorrow and partings.\n\n\"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean,\"\n\"One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun.\"\n\nThus does obsessive remembrance arise from the burning new world like a smokeless flame,\nThus do those who look to the past with one eye, and to a world of dreams with the other become lost,\nThus did he turn his gaze upon the wisdom of the depths, and inclined his ear to honeyed whispers..."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Feather of Judgment",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "This special feather was once used to weigh the hearts of the guilty, but it has since lost its original function.",
+		"story": "\"In the new world, everything shall be good.\"\nIn ancient times, the edict of the high heavens descended into silence, and the land lost its master.\nThe past, one of civilization and ease, was abandoned, submerged in choking darkness.\n\nLater, the law, which even time could not reverse, would once again take the measure of all life in the desert.\nA feather to weigh hearts, and molten metal to measure divine wisdom, both ruling with selfless rationality.\nObeying the judgment of the God King, the law rooted in blood would be carved upon the desert paradise.\nAnd when the ideals of governance were twisted by deep sorrow, the dignitaries became abettors,\nIgnoring the palace foundations even as they gradually sank into the quicksand, moving forward toward an insane, light-less future.\n\n\"All betrayals must be mercilessly judged,\"\n\"And the judgment must be utter devastation.\"\nLater, the rules would be corrupted by pride and become shackles,\nAnd the unfortunate citizenry would have their destinies chained by their God King's choice."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "The Sunken Years",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "This dark-golden sundial seems to tell the ancient tale of the desert.",
+		"story": "\"The vision of gold will appear in its most ancient form.\"\nIn the beginning, the various tribes lived alongside the sands, their bloodlines connected to the earth.\nThey followed the law of blood, and feared the memory of famine that ran deep in that blood.\n\nLater, time swept across the land like gravel, and the God King rose up as a result, casting a long shadow.\nIn that forgotten era, the gods shaped the land, creating oases and flowing springs.\nFollowing the God King's example, the tribes would build high walls, thrones, and gather in prosperous feudal kingdoms.\nImitating the God King's appearance, the feudal states also recalled the days long-past when they had kings and priests.\nIn those days, the wise kings received oracles from the high heavens, and the land knew not the meaning of disaster...\n\n\"The king shall, in wisdom, revive the golden past,\"\n\"And stop the sands of time with divine power untrammeled.\"\n\nIndeed. The golden age of the king of the ocean of sand and the sand people will come at last.\nYon golden slumber summons thee, wandering sand. In it, there shall be neither sorrow nor parting."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Honeyed Final Feast",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A wine cup that was once used at a grand and ancient feast. It has now lost much of that luster.",
+		"story": "\"The joys of plenty must end in bitterness,\"\n\"And sweet memories must fade like a cloud.\"\nIn the beginning, the banquet belonged to the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, authority was in the hands of the desert king, and life was the domain of the keeper of plants.\nLike the bright silver moon, the blazing golden sun, and the emerald fields, the three God Kings made themselves oathbound friends.\n\n\"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose.\"\n\"And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response.\"\n\"Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise...\"\n\"If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting.\"\n\nLater, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath.\nThe gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.\nThe priests and the people who had enjoyed the divine feast once remembered that wondrous and wondrously brief time.\nBut dreams are but prey for reason, to be thrown into lifeless machinery and ground into nothingness,\nAnd from the heart of the machine, within the dark nightmare, a new intelligence shall molt...\n\n\"Meld all thoughts into one, and let all calculations be unified.\"\n\"Thus shall humanity become the lord of lords and the god of gods.\"\nSo went the dirge for that most lonesome king of kings,\nFor whom the gilded sands had long divined failure."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Shadow of the Sand King",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "\"The ruler shall come with light that blazes like the sun,\"\n\"And will take from the people the crown woven from rose thorns.\"\nThe first divine pillar descended from the skies, burying tree and meadow under the flowing sands.\nThe golden sun fell, then rose again, clothing the sea of sand in an opulent death-shroud.\n\nLater, the venomous winds of time disturbed the slumber of the fallen, attracting nostalgic delusions.\nIn that accursed time, many cities thrived atop fertile oases.\nFollowing the ideals of their God King, the priests would rule the utopias justly, spreading abundance everywhere.\nOnce, the wise mortal king and the clergy received divine oracles personally, and they were the masters of the land.\nToday, those who rule as proxies in the oases are the shadows of the gods.\n\n\"The royal regalia and divine scepters are scattered across the land like jujubes,\"\n\"And under the shade, the subjects could live and seek.\"\n\nSome time later, absurd decisions would be issued alongside illusory madness,\nUsing lovely expectations as bait to lead the people towards a bitter end."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Gladiator's Finale",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "If the wielder of this artifact set uses a Sword, Claymore or Polearm, increases their Normal Attack DMG by 35%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Gladiator's Nostalgia",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "No one knows why the legendary gladiator wore this flower on his chest. It was the brutal warrior's only weakness.",
+		"story": "An ordinary flower picked gently by the gladiator's master.\nHe made a brooch with it and pinned it on the gladiator's chest. It came to symbolize his gentler side.\n\nBefore the gladiator became a living legend, he once strolled with his young master in the garden.\nThe master picked a flower and gave it to the silent slave.\n\"Not all gifts are given out of benevolence. Sometimes they are nothing more than acts of whimsy.\"\nOne day in the far-off future, the gladiator's sly master would say these words to him.\n\nThe invincible gladiator finally fell at the foreign girl's feet.\nAt that moment, he recalled a dream he had had many years ago.\n\"Such beautiful flowers. I wonder when I'll be able to begin my own journey to see them.\"\n\"I'd like to see how beautiful the wild flowers are.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Gladiator's Destiny",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feather of dreams that soars free like an eagle. At the end of the gladiator's legendary life, this parting gift was left upon his chest by a bird that knew true freedom.",
+		"story": "The end had finally come for the triumphant gladiator.\nThe young challenger paid her final homage to the gladiator.\n\nWhen the vanity of victory and desire for freedom dissipated into the air like the morning fog,\nand when the light of dawn finally shone on the arena through layers of blood-soaked clouds, the gladiator saw a flying bird.\n\nOne battle away from being free, the gladiator was defeated by an anonymous girl.\nCries and howls burst out in the crowd like pounding thunder, but the victor refused to humiliate her opponent by execution.\nShe refused to plunge her sword into the opponent's throat and end his life like that of a slave.\n\nThe gladiator's healing wounds were covered with invisible feathers.\nHe eventually set off on a journey, finally as free as a bird.\nHis destination was the place where flowers bloom and birds soar."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Gladiator's Longing",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A timepiece that recorded the gladiator's days in the bloodstained Colosseum. To him, it counted down the days on his long road to freedom.",
+		"story": "The gladiator crafted this hourglass himself. He would flip the hourglass before each battle.\nWhen the hourglass stopped flipping, the gladiator had long since died in a pool of his own blood.\n\nThe gladiator would put this hourglass aside before entering the arena.\nWhen the fight had ended and the crowd started to cheer for him, the sand in the hourglass was still flowing.\n\nIn the gladiator's final fight, he faced a young girl.\nIn her eyes, he saw both the timidity of a young girl and the ferocity of a young lioness.\nFrom his steps, the girl saw the unbreakable shackles of age that the gladiator wore.\nIt was a fight like the old gladiator had not had in years. Fierce, yet satisfying.\nBut the fight ended in a flash. The sword plunged into the gladiator's heart, and the sand in his hourglass crawled to a stop."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Gladiator's Intoxication",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "The golden cup a champion gladiator drank from in ancient times. It brimmed with his glory for years until the fateful day of his fall.",
+		"story": "A lavish goblet made of gold. It was a gift from the champion gladiator's master.\nFrom this goblet the champion gladiator drank, be it fine wine or the blood of the defeated.\n\nAnother victory for the gladiator. Covered in wounds, he dedicated the victory to his master.\nMore intoxicating and pain numbing than the fine wine was the victory, honor, and applause from the crowd. \n\nThe master allowed him to join the feast and presented him with this goblet.\nIt was an exquisite goblet, made specially for him. A symbol of how much his master cared.\nBut the golden chains of vanity had bound the gladiator and the poisonous snake of desire had strangled him.\nBy pausing to wait for the wine of victory, the gladiator missed his chance to seize a fleeting chance at freedom."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Gladiator's Triumphus",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "The helmet of a legendary gladiator from ancient times, who would proudly stretch out his bloodied arms to welcome the thunderous applause of his audience.",
+		"story": "A helmet of the gladiator adorned with feathers.\nTo zealous spectators, this helmet was the symbol of invincibility.\n\nThe legendary gladiator had fought numerous battles. None had ever stood a chance of survival before his sword, be they human or monster.\nOn each triumphant day, the champion gladiator would walk through the gate to a hero's welcome from the adoring crowd.\n\nOnly in moments of victory could the slave have a taste of what it felt like to be a master. But the cost of this vain aspiration was for the faint glow of freedom to be shrouded by darkness.\nOn the day of his triumph, the gladiator finally caught a glimpse of the world outside his cell. He was a step closer to freedom.\n\nBut only when his helmet fell down on the arena floor did he and the spectators alike realize that it was all just a farce.\nThe offering of his petty life made no difference. He would always be a worthless slave in the eyes of his master."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Golden Troupe",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Skill DMG by 20%.",
+	"4pc": "Increases Elemental Skill DMG by 25%. Additionally, when not on the field, Elemental Skill DMG will be further increased by 25%. This effect will be cleared 2s after taking the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Golden Song's Variation",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower constructed out of clam, mother-of-pearl, and gold leaf. It blooms proudly.",
+		"story": "The song of fate once wound through the waterways, spreading the harmonious melody of civilization and order.\nWherever the notes fell, brutality was replaced by enlightenment, and disordered primordial land had all but been completely transformed.\n\nThe mighty sea wind rolled across, and the rootless water lilies floated along with it.\nIn a tribal dwelling as short-lived as seagrass, a young musician met a warrior.\nAmidst the poems of conquest that are as many as the stars themselves, this song is not that noteworthy,\nBut the waves bore witness to the friendship between the warriors, and also foretold their end.\n\nThe young musician had yet to be rid of the vulgar passions of the barbarians, and became fast friends with the servant, one of the conquered.\nThat servant's name, no one remembers, but in latter days, the moniker \"Cassiodor\" would become famous the world over.\nLater, the young warrior would follow the youthful musician to golden Capitolium, the highest city in the golden capital.\nThere they completed the rigorous courses and trials, and were elevated by the golden God King to become prideful masters.\n\n\"Pride blooms upon the breast of the citizens of this glorious kingdom as a golden flower. No more poverty or savagery shall there be beneath the God King's sweeping gaze.\"\n\"Pride is the shield of the realm's honor, and it is the spear-tip with auric radiance. It defends the God King's unsurpassed authority.\"\n\"Only under the command of such authority can order be born, and where order reigns, art and beauty can bloom free.\"\n\"In the beautiful golden land, weakness, folly, and savagery will never be accepted or defended — such things may submit, or be destroyed.\"\n\n\"My friend, my brother, do not hanker for that impoverished past, and let not your mind linger on the false, lowly dignity of those peoples of bygone times.\"\n\"You have forsaken that simple body and feeble spirit, and you have become as pure as steel. Why lament the little things so?\"\n\"My friend, my brother, listen to that unchanging melody, the clockwork rhythm of your innermost heart — thus does the God King whisper to you.\"\n\"The glorious kingdom has eyes only for the perfect world of the future, and this future will, for the people of bygone times, play the final song for their inevitable destruction.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Golden Bird's Shedding",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A gold feather made using silver and gold filigree. A crystal-clear sapphire is mounted atop it.",
+		"story": "When the sea breeze ebbed, the pink glow of dusk suffused the skies.\nThe seabirds never tarry where the thousand masts are anchored, leaving only scattered feathers in their wake.\n\nThe once-harmonious and magnificent symphony had its closing moment, just as no empire may rule in peace forever.\nAs the waters expanded, power brought not only progress and order, but arrogance, violence, and exploitation also.\nIn the distant city of the \"people of bygone times,\" in the valley of the hidden exiles, even at the foot of Mount Capitolium...\nThe noble musicians who tuned the strains and the army of iron in glimmering mail came to take everything from the people.\nThose who were yet unconquered and the mighty who had yet to have a drop of water taken from them banded together, swearing to resist to the last.\n\n\"It is as I feared, and it is as I mourned, my brother. While you sang on high, you should have heard the voices of the lowly also.\"\n\"Not all would willingly see their homes and nature stolen from them. Not all can accept our melody.\"\n\"You once called them the 'people of bygone times,' brother. But even those who pledge loyalty to the past have determination and dignity that cannot be lightly ignored.\"\n\"We once thought to conquer and dominate others, but how could the glory of our radiant kingdom—\"\n\n\"Weakness! Weakness! That craven compassion of yours darkens your mind. It has made your heart soft, it has become an exposed weak spot in your back!\"\n\"Should barbarism and ignorance yet linger in Fontaine, poisoning any of its waters, we shall exterminate them.\"\n\"If the savages should wish to join our majestic golden order, then we shall accept them, just as our glorious lord accepted us.\"\n\"But since Bane Dragon Scylla destroyed our towers and slaughtered our musicians, the envenomed, feral tribes are no longer worth saving or accepting.\"\n\"And since they are unworthy, they must be purged from the soil and the waters, just as we purged pestilence and wildfires from the land.\"\n\nIt was at this very moment that the golden era suddenly ceased, plunging down into ceaseless war and rebellion.\nThe throne chamber was filled with cries of conquest and destruction and the agony of the barbarian tribes, and the God King awoke, startled."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Golden Era's Prelude",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "This lovely sundial is inlaid with silver and gold. It seems that time has stopped flowing atop its dial plate.",
+		"story": "The sea breeze at dawn, rapturous and free, sings this ancient hymn—\nTime flowed forward no longer, but returned to the past with the singer.\n\nAlong the waters it flowed, passing the gilded domes of the glorious kingdom,\nOn the soft summer wind it passed through the green manor ringed by towering walls.\nWhether aristocrats in their light ships, or barbarians brought as captives,\nAll were intoxicated by the music of a beautiful age, immersed in the memories...\n\nFor this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king.\n\n\"I came from a puny realm on a lone isle. I was born in a hut, and I grew up in a village built of reeds and grass.\"\n\"When the warriors in their bright mail came to my home, they announced the news of 'conquest.'\"\n\"I was but a mere youth, and I naively followed these towering demigods to the capital.\"\n\"It was by dint of my agile fingers and bright voice that I evaded the fate of bondage.\"\n\"Only after the God King recognized me did I first witness the might of civilization and order.\"\n\"Let my flesh and bone, then, be utterly changed. Let my name and tribe be forsaken. The world shall know only the name 'Boethius'!\"\n\nAnd thus was the child born of barbarism moved by the golden palace, and became a servant of a majestic authority.\nLike one newborn, he worked to abandon the ancient savage customs and devoured new knowledge...\nAll he did, he did to transform himself into a person of true honor and glory, into a part of this great civilization.\nFor nothing else did he toil, for this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king enthroned."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Golden Night's Bustle",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An ancient silver urn that was once filled with fine wine as red as rubies. Now, it contains nothing but bitter seawater.",
+		"story": "The peaceful sea surged, sending the ship sliding between the silent manor and the temple.\nUnder the pale moonlight, the golden dome that had seemed so glorious in the daytime lost its luster.\n\nThe God King awoke with a start from his majestic dream. The clear starlight had fled.\nViolence and estrangement formed a darkness deeper than darkness, shrouding the great dome.\nIn terror and remorse did he summon to him his most loyal guards and most attuned musicians,\nAnd he gave them his final orders, intending to bring peace back to the fractured lands...\n\nYet, just as a flood unleashed cannot be held back, the deeply ingrained arrogance and prejudice could not be reversed in a night, and crushed the Harmosts and rulers...\nAll the noble sacrifices, all the unselfish plans — all fell to ruin at the hands of the wicked, and all came crashing down in the end.\nWhether the barbaric armies of the Fell Dragon Prince, or the God King determined to the last to save the empire,\nThey were swept away by an inexorable storm — even the luxurious palace and the jade-green manor were consigned to destruction together...\nWithout the guiding golden song, the once-noble people of the glorious kingdom transformed into disfigured golems...\n\nWhen the final cacophony of the golden night faded to calm, the Harmost Boethius lay amidst the rubble,\nOnly the rubble heard his insensate mumblings, and only the debris recorded the sin of treachery...\n\n\"In a moment of madness, he betrayed us all.\"\n\"Order will not easily change, nor will human regrets.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Golden Troupe's Reward",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "An ancient crown that resembles a stage prop more than it does some suzerain's headgear.",
+		"story": "In the solemn silence of the sea's depths, the towering city of the glorious kingdom once stood,\nAnd there, like the sad ghost of a mighty, ancient dream, there stands a faded golden castle.\nThe majestic opera of that golden era has ended, and its harmonious, united music no longer echoes.\nUpon the wreckage of ambition and betrayal, the \"people of bygone times\" built a realm anew.\n\n\"Woe, woe to the perfect order, that has once again been trampled by barbarity. The weak and benighted have overtaken the empire's ancient lands!\"\n\"The spirits and the springs, the springs and the chevaliers... The ravings of children have replaced the epic poems, slipshod ditties have supplanted music.\"\n\"The eternal majesty was ruined by a moment of the God King's madness, and the resurgent savages scorn its memory...\"\n\"Must great realms be reclaimed by savagery in the end? In the end, shall folly and ignorance prevail over civilization and reason?\"\n\nUpon the golden theater in that faded castle, thus did musicians who had lost their score cry lamentation for a past that would never return,\nAnd the silent, famished golems listened, waiting to hunt and devour the innocent souls.\nWhen the great golden symphony plays once more, the Golden Troupe will receive the rightful rewards owed to the true and loyal.\nWhen the perfect order separates humanity into master and servant, prosperity and beauty shall make the kingdom glorious once more...\nAbide until that day... Abide until that day...\nWhen every member of the Golden Troupe shall win the whole future as their prize."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/heartofdepth.json

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+{
+	"name": "Heart of Depth",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Hydro DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "After using Elemental Skill, increases Normal Attack and Charged Attack DMG by 30% for 15s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Gilded Corsage",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A mantle brooch that has lost its luster. The gold plating that once adorned it was ground away by the wind and the waves long ago.",
+		"story": "A corsage whose coloration has been blistered away by the sea-salt wind.\nEven a man who wanders the ocean waves,\nHas items and memories that he prizes.\n\nThe great warship raised its anchor and headed out to sea, and the Chief Mate once more left harbor with the Skipper.\nFor the Skipper's absurd pursuit, and for his own faded memories,\nThe Chief Mate hummed a crappy shanty of his own composing, forming a chorus with the whales and the waves.\n\n\"The scoundrel who gave up his family name and the witch who hunted him (never) reached the sea!\"\n\"The wise step-brother who could not be an heir became head at last (or did he?)\"\n\n\"Words that cannot be sung... Have I also forsaken the truth for illusions?\"\n\"Having lost it all, and given it all up, and then sinking beneath the waves...\"\n\"...Maybe this isn't the worst of endings, after all. Hahahahaha!\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Gust of Nostalgia",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feather carried over by whimpering sea winds and crimson waves. The passage of time has changed its shape and color.",
+		"story": "A red feather is an ill omen, perhaps even a portent of death.\nIt washed ashore one day together with the corpse of a great sea creature.\n\nThe cynical Chief Mate was no native of Liyue. Rather, he came from a gray land ruled by an aristocracy.\nAll said that he, too, was once such a noble, but that he must have disgraced his house and been turned out as a result.\nThat was but baseless hearsay, however, for when he first came to the harbor, he carried naught but a slim sword,\nAnd a small sapphire-blue feather pinned to his mantle.\n\nLater, the wanderer would throw in with the Skipper and set out to sea, contending with great waves and sea creatures alike.\nThat once azure-blue feather would also be stained red by blood and by the salt of the great ocean.\n\nIn his last moment,\nHe clearly recalled those days now drowned in drink.\nLike treasure in the sand brought to light by the lapping waves..."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Copper Compass",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An ancient bronze compass. Its needle points towards some ever-distant shore, to a non-existent harbor.",
+		"story": "A bronze compass used by a seaman.\nIn an ever-tumultuous life of wandering,\nIt points toward the direction where its owner's heart lies.\n\nThe rough Skipper once used this compass to guide his huge ship,\nNavigating treacherous ocean paths and conquering huge whirlpools.\nIt also guided the one whose deep hatred hid behind an uninhibited laugh,\nAnd who, lost and despondent, sought death and burning drink...\n\n\"I believe you all sing that the thief could not avoid the gallows in the end, eh?\"\n\"As long as you have a place to belong to, even ending up in the belly of a fish would be alright—\"\n\"Hey now, didn't you sign a contract with this ship when you came aboard?\"\n\"That memory didn't get washed down with the wine, did it?\"\n\"Good, then — after all, it is time to fulfill your contract.\"\n\n\"Is that so? ...Well, alright. It doesn't matter anymore, anyway...\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Goblet of Thundering Deep",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A faded wine cup that was unintentionally dredged up from the sea. Its dull exterior tells of the days it has spent beneath the waves.",
+		"story": "A faded, but finely-crafted wine cup,\nGround down by the sands in the sea's depths.\n\nThe exquisite cup fell from the Chief Mate's hand, raising tiny ripples as it hit the ocean surface.\nWhat did it see amid the schools of fish in the dying light?\nWhat had he encountered amidst the silent alleys, before the bars of the flower-inlaid windows of a secret tryst?\nDown and down the dark gold cup sank, into the dreams of the sea monster, and into the dreams of the Chief Mate...\n\n\"Someday, I will return the favor for this mark of humiliation that you left upon me.\"\nThe moonlight illuminated sapphire eyes and that striking scar.\nIn his memory, her countenance grew brighter, beautiful, cold and proud,\nBut he had forgotten what he had said then, and grew suddenly despondent as a result.\n\n\"Come to think of it, how many times have I forgotten the past...\"\n\n\"Ha, does it matter how you retell the past?\"\n\"All deaths are in vain. There is no saving that which has already sunk.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Wine-Stained Tricorne",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "An ancient, wine-stained sea hat that still reeks of alcohol even now.",
+		"story": "A tricorne hat thick with the smell of alcohol.\nIts shape and design symbolize the position of its owner.\n\nThe hard-drinking Chief Mate was lost in a drunken reverie from morning till night, and was rarely ever sober.\nHe reeked of alcohol all over, mumbling often of tattered memories.\nThe jovial Skipper did not reprimand him, however, and indeed kept giving him important responsibilities.\n\n\"Well, we are both people without a thing to our names, eh? Hahahaha!\"\n\n\"The wine-sodden sea hat was thrust by a storm into the sky, and then carried away on the roiling waves.\"\n\"Those fated to lose their homelands engage in battles bereft of hope and want.\"\n\"That which they lost to the sea of memory, they sought to reclaim from the deep.\"\n\n\"The wind and waves are correct. We have found it.\"\n\"That giant creature that haunts and gnaws at me even in my dreams...\"\n\"The time for vengeance has arrived. We set sail!\""
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Husk of Opulent Dreams",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "DEF +30%",
+	"4pc": "A character equipped with this Artifact set will obtain the Curiosity effect in the following conditions: When on the field, the character gains 1 stack after hitting an opponent with a Geo attack, triggering a maximum of once every 0.3s. When off the field, the character gains 1 stack every 3s. Curiosity can stack up to 4 times, each providing 6% DEF and a 6% Geo DMG Bonus. When 6 seconds pass without gaining a Curiosity stack, 1 stack is lost.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Bloom Times",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A small golden ornament with six petals that shall never wilt. It symbolizes the transience of mortal glories.",
+		"story": "What he saw in his dream was a phantom dancing to the music under the moonlight,\nJust like the young man in the distant past, who was akin to a blank sheet of paper,\nAnd like a pure yet fragile persona,\nEmerging once the resentment and suffering had dissipated.\n\nThe wanderer did not know that he had any faculties for dreaming,\nThinking that this must have been the researchers' little trick,\nOr perhaps it was the infinitesimal resistance of that bygone heart.\n\n\"You once acquired the 'heart' that you always dreamed of,\"\n\"But it was but a mere prop for lies and deception.\"\n\"Now, you will finally obtain what belongs to you,\"\n\"And this false construct of a body can at last aspire to power over this world.\"\n\n\"Yet, this is all but a fleeting dream of glory.\"\n\"And it will all one day drift away amidst the sighs of a suffering earth...\"\nWas it a \"him\" from the past who said this? Or \"him\" from the future?\nThe vagrant cared not, for when he awakened,\nIt was not he, but that ethereal future that dissipated."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Plume of Luxury",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "The long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,\nBut when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over Tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.\nThe kind young deputy said:\n\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\n\"But as you travel the world, please bear this in mind,\"\n\"Never to reveal your identity to others.\"\nThe upright Inspector said:\n\"This gold ornament may be a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\n\"But you are neither man nor mechanism,\"\n\"And so I can only deal with you in this fashion. Do not hold this against me!\"\n\nThe wanderer who has left yesterday in the dust no longer thinks about it,\nBut when he covers his ears, he can still hear the wild winds that roared that year.\nA pair of expectant eyes said:\n\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\n\"It must surely be able to save the people.\"\n\nThe intelligent, lovely shrine maiden said:\n\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\n\"And she will not abandon you.\"\n\"As for me, I shall do my best to send for help immediately...\"\n\n...But in the end, the golden arrow-feather were covered in dust,\nAnd all tales were incinerated in karmic flames till nothing remained."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Song of Life",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "He was originally born to be a vessel for a \"heart.\"\nBut he shed tears in his dreams.\nHis creator observed thus:\nHe was too fragile, whether it be as a human or as a tool.\n\nYet his creator would not destroy him, and so allowed him to continue slumbering.\nIn her latter works, she would also consign designs that might store such a heart to obsolescence.\nNot long after, that noblest and most prestigious \"proof\" in the world would come to have no home,\nAnd thus was sent to the great shrine at Mt. Yougou.\n\nLater, the beautiful puppet awoke and began his wanderings.\nHe observed many a heart,\nGood ones, upright ones, strong ones, gentle ones...\nThe puppet, too, desired a heart.\n\nLater, the lovely puppet would finally obtain that \"heart.\"\nIt was, after all, his purpose for being, the very reason he existed.\nYet, it was not what the puppet truly desired,\nFor it did not contain any blessings,\nBut was instead a sacrifice brimming with selfishness, hypocrisy, cunning and curses,\nAll wrapped in an amiable husk.\n\nGood and evil were the song of sentient life, useless and cacophonous.\nBut if he were to wrench this \"heart\" out,\nHe would no longer be able to feel anything at all..."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Calabash of Awakening",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Amenoma, Futsu, Isshin, Hyakume, Senju.\nThese were, once upon a time, the five branches of the Raiden Gokaden,\nBut today, only Amenoma still maintains its line of succession.\nWhile the Isshin line can just barely be said to have extant descendants.\nIn the eyes of the people, this is just the natural result of the ravages of time.\nThey never once suspected that such sudden falls from grace might have some hidden mystery behind them.\n\nThe wanderer would never admit to this.\nHe would never admit that he had done this as an act of revenge against the bladesmith.\nNor would he ever mention the truth,\nThat he had abandoned his schemes halfway because they had suddenly become dull.\nHe would only say, in that tone of voice he had learned from a certain researcher:\n\"It was all just a little experiment into human nature.\"\n\nIn Inazuma's traditional theater, there is a certain character known as \"Kunikuzushi.\"\nSuch characters are often schemers and usurpers of nations.\nAt the end of his wanderings, he chose this name as an act of his own will.\nAnd as for the name he had once used, even he no longer remembered it.\n\nIt 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.\nFor example, \"Sumirezome,\" \"Sangetsu,\" and \"Kogetsukan\" come together,\nThus forming the play \"Sumirezome Sangetsu Kogetsukan.\"\nPerhaps a day will come when this body's adventures, its experiences,\nWill become tales to be passed along by mortals, distant memories that flow through the ley lines.\nBut for now, his third act is still ongoing."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Skeletal Hat",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "\"Where are you going, wanderer?\"\nThe roving youth was stopped by a child's shout.\nThat was a child of a Tatarasuna crafts-person, and while he was ill, his eyes were still clear.\nThe youth told the child that he was bound for Inazuma City.\n\"But it's raining really hard right now. They say that the people who left haven't returned!\"\nThe youth opened and closed his mouth a few times... But at last could only give the child a small smile.\nThe next time he set foot upon that island, that child was nowhere to be found.\n\n\"Where are you going, Inazuman? This boat is not for you!\"\nThe wandering young man was halted at the harbor by a boatman.\nBut before the youth could draw his blade, a man in his company stopped him.\nThe man told the mariner that the outlander youth was with him.\n\"Ah, so he's your guest, sir? My apologies for my presumption.\"\nThe man gave the youth a coat to keep the cold out, but the youth shook his head.\nHe had no need of such things — he only wished to know what interesting things he might find on this long journey.\n\n\"Lord Harbinger. Where are you headed?\"\nThe youth, hating chatty humans the most, gave his subordinate a backhand slap.\nBut he also loved watching expressions of terror and helplessness play across human faces,\nAnd it was perhaps precisely because of this imbecilic underling's expressiveness that he had kept them around.\nHe told the groveling, quailing figure that they were headed east, for Mondstadt.\n\"I understand! I'll get your bodyguards ready right now!\"\nHe had no need of guards, of course, but he was lazier still to barter words with cretins.\nDonning his wanderer's hat, he headed eastward alone.\n\n\"Child, where are you going?\"\nReturning home, the youth was stopped at the roadside by an old woman.\nHe told her that he was going west.\n\"To Yashiori Island, then? What business are you on?\"\nShe had said this thoughtlessly, knowing only that things had not been peaceful of late.\nThe youth thanked her for her concern with earnest smile and told her that he was bound for an appointed meeting.\nAs the boat gradually approached the shore, a lady in foreign garb could be seen standing by the shoreline,\nAnd she threw a small crystal sphere at the youth from afar.\nCatching it with ease, he lifted it up to the dying, bloodied sun."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Instructor",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Mastery by 80.",
+	"4pc": "Upon triggering an Elemental Reaction, increases all party members' Elemental Mastery by 120 for 8s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Instructor's Brooch",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "Whenever the instructor wore this brooch, it meant there would be no training sessions that day.",
+		"story": "Every student in the school knew that the strict instructor was a serious soldier.\nBut every week, there would always be a day or two when the instructor would wear this yellow flower brooch on his chest.\nThe smile on the instructor's face would always bring the students a sense of relief.\nFor when the instructor wore the yellow flower brooch, it meant that they could take a day off and go home.\nOnce his boisterous students had finally gone, the instructor would visit a silent graveyard.\nThere, after a moment of silence, he would pay his respects to the familiar names carved on the tombstones."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Instructor's Feather Accessory",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "Any instructor who has mastered the art of de-escalation knows to keep this accessory firmly in their grasp at all times.",
+		"story": "The strict instructor once sharpened his own combat skills on the merciless battlefield.\nWhat he teaches the students goes beyond self-defense techniques to apply in battle.\nMoreso than attacking and defending, what he imparts to them is the skill of surviving on the front line even in the face of insurmountable odds.\nEvery move and technique he demonstrates pays homage to the veterans of wars gone by.\nFor it was their sacrifices that helped him become who he is today."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Instructor's Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A stopwatch used not for general timekeeping but to measure the duration of a training session.",
+		"story": "A pocket watch treasured by the instructor. It is not, however, military-issue gear from the instructor's school.\nBack when the instructor was still a soldier, this pocket watch was used to coordinate charges against the enemy.\nIt marked victories and defeats, and counted the final hours of the soldiers.\nFor the students, it represented the hardships they endured on the long path towards becoming a real soldier."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Instructor's Tea Cup",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "It may seem like an ordinary tea cup to most. But to students, it is the symbol of the instructor's authority.",
+		"story": "Every military school student knows that the so-called \"free training time\" could not have anything less to do with freedom.\nThe instructor sits back and watches while the students train rigorously in the field.\nA cup of black tea with a little too much sugar in it marks a typical afternoon for the instructor.\nThis peaceful time is a privilege of the instructor, and the embodiment of his authority."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Instructor's Cap",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A standard-issue honorary instructor's cap, only granted to those who turn down a promotion.",
+		"story": "\"I don't have the talent to command an army as its general,\nNor am I qualified for anything beyond being a soldier.\nAll I can do is to be a strict instructor to these children,\nSo that they might survive on the battlefield a bit longer.\""
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Lavawalker",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Pyro RES increased by 40%.",
+	"4pc": "Increases DMG against opponents affected by Pyro by 35%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Lavawalker's Resolution",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower that blooms amidst burning flames. It is said that long ago, a sage once wore it as he walked into a sea of fire.",
+		"story": "A flower that only blooms in the burning flames.\nThe searing pain it causes will make the wearer stronger.\n\nThe fiery-red flower shines like shimmering agate.\nThis flaming flower was once a brooch worn by the Lavawalker.\n\nIn the Lavawalker's final days, he said to his people:\n\"This is the flower that blooms in flames. Until the day that the fires turn me into ashes,\nYou shall see the glowing embers of this flower shining through the dark smoke.\"\n\nThe people followed the flower's flickering light to the edge of the Mare Jivari.\nThere they found the blooming flowers — but the Lavawalker was nowhere to be seen."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Lavawalker's Salvation",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "The feather of a proud phoenix. You can almost hear the sound of its wings flapping in the scorching flames.",
+		"story": "A feather plucked by the Lavawalker from a bird that sings amid the flames.\nThe wearer can almost hear the sound of the bird's wings flapping in the blaze.\n\nLegend has it that there exists a kind of solitary bird that sings in the blazing flames.\nPeople worshiped it as a totem while kings saw it as a sign of nobility.\n\nDonning this feather, the Lavawalker retreated from the outside world.\nAlone he came and alone he went, leaving no trace behind.\nSince then, people often hear cries coming from the Mare Jivari.\nNo one knows if they are the song of the bird or the sighs of the Lavawalker."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Lavawalker's Torment",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "Burning sand flows within this hourglass. Despite the intense heat, the sand leave no mark upon the vessel that houses it.",
+		"story": "What flows within this hourglass is not regular sand, but burning sand.\nLike this burning sand, time flows forward, leaving no trace of its own existence.\n\nThe story of the Lavawalker continued even after he had traveled across the Mare Jivari.\nIt is said that he spent another one hundred years living as a hermit.\nBut this short retreat brought little relief from his burning torment.\n\nDuring his time as a secluded sage, the Lavawalker could not bear the eternal scorch. He crafted this hourglass to mark the passing of time.\nAs the flames blazed, burning sand flowed endlessly through the hourglass day after day.\n\nSadly, though the Lavawalker did not fear the scorching flames of the Mare Jivari, he could not quench the torturing flames of time.\nThe anguish of being left alone without the disciples and family he held so dear burned away at his soul more than any flames could ever scorch his flesh."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Lavawalker's Epiphany",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A legendary goblet that can withstand extremely high temperatures. It still retains a degree of warmth even though it is now empty.",
+		"story": "A goblet that once contained lava. Now empty, it still has a slight hint of warmth.\nThis goblet once belonged to a sage known as the Lavawalker. Wisdom flowed from within.\n\nThe Lavawalker would toy with the goblet. Even in the blazing heat, it remained intact.\nLegend has it that the Lavawalker would drink lava from this goblet as if it were a glass of fine wine.\nBut while fine wine evaporates in high heat, the wisdom of the sage could withstand a trial by fire.\n\nTo the Lavawalker, fine wine was merely a catalyst in the process of producing ingenuity.\nAided by alcohol, even the slightest spark can combust into a brilliant idea.\n\nThe goblet was a silent witness to the forging of wisdom amidst the flames.\nThe moment before the Lavawalker set off on his final journey was when the goblet was filled with the most pride."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Lavawalker's Wisdom",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "The circlet of a sage who traversed a sea of fire. It once shone brightly from their ancient silhouette as they stood strong amidst the flames.",
+		"story": "An ancient circlet that once belonged to the Lavawalker — a sage who wandered in the Mare Jivari.\nUpon close examination, one can almost see his figure standing strong amidst the fiery flames.\n\nThe wandering sage of the Mare Jivari known as the Lavawalker crafted this circlet from crimson agate to resist the intense heat of the flames.\nThe circlet was built with wisdom and tenacity. It sparked fear and jealousy among peers and seniors alike.\n\n\"How dare the Lavawalker challenge the flames of the Mare Jivari! Such blasphemy has not been seen in hundreds of years!\nThe flaming sea will surely devour this arrogant young man and the sky will blow his ashes into the void.\"\n\nIn his jealousy, the teacher demanded that his student step into the flaming sea wearing the circlet.\nIn a state of calmness, the Lavawalker strolled onto the lava and gradually disappeared into the horizon."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Lucky Dog",
+	"rarity": [
+		"1",
+		"2",
+		"3"
+	],
+	"2pc": "DEF increased by 100.",
+	"4pc": "Picking up Mora restores 300 HP.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Lucky Dog's Clover",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A four-leaf clover that grows in the wild. It was picked because it is said to bring good luck.",
+		"story": "One who is favored by fortune tends to experience at least their fair share of miracles.\nThe legendary four-leaf clover, for instance, is a precious find that brings luck to its bearer.\nOnce, while playing in the field, the carefree young boy known as Lucky Dog happened across just such a clover.\nDelighted, he plucked it from the ground and put it in his pocket.\nNo one knows whether it was the clover which brought him his good fortune, or the other way around."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Lucky Dog's Eagle Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A monster once cornered an adventurer, but was then picked off by a hunting eagle... That eagle dropped this feather, which now carries some of the adventurer's good luck.",
+		"story": "When fortune has your back, even the most ferocious monster has to yield.\nStrolling in the forest, the boy known as Lucky Dog had no idea that a monster was lurking nearby, having singled him out as its prey.\nThe boy became distracted by some colorful mushrooms, and the monster pounced. He leaped out and landed on the poisonous mushrooms, stomping them flat.\nThis was going to be an easy hunt, the monster thought — until a feather from the eagle circling above fell quietly onto its back."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Lucky Dog's Hourglass",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A broken hourglass from which all the sand has escaped. But it's fine, because the passage of time means nothing to someone without a single worry in the whole world.",
+		"story": "Even time itself could not leave a wrinkle on the face of the happy-go-lucky boy known as Lucky Dog.\nLucky Dog had no family, let alone children of his own.\nBut in the course of his life of good fortune, he considered all he met as his friends and family.\nAs his life was nearing its end, he saw an hourglass with sand flowing down, as if counting down his remaining time.\nHe simply chuckled, took a slingshot, and shattered the hourglass."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Lucky Dog's Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An exquisite metallic vessel that was once used to knock out a thief.",
+		"story": "Once there was a child favored by fortune from the day he was born. Try as they might, even the most vicious bandits could not lay a finger on him. He became known as Lucky Dog.\nThe child grew up, and one day in the throes of adulthood he found himself stumbling drunk along the back alley behind the tavern.\nUnder the starless sky, a vicious bandit prepared to rob Lucky Dog, taking advantage of his compromised state.\nBut just as the bandit was about to strike, a flying goblet hit him square on the forehead, knocking him out cold.\nNaturally, this makes Lucky Dog one of very few people known to have benefited, rather than suffered, from being in the vicinity of a tavern brawl."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Lucky Dog's Silver Circlet",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "Its former owner once fell into a cave and found the treasure trove of an exiled royal. This is a souvenir from that incident.",
+		"story": "One who is favored by fortune can even find priceless treasures in the most deadly of traps.\nWhile wandering around some ruins, the boy known as Lucky Dog accidentally fell into a deep pit.\nHe landed safely on a pile of dust. It turned out to be a mattress that over the years had gradually broken down, eventually turning to dust.\nJust like that, Lucky Dog discovered a treasure trove left by the old aristocrats. This circlet came to epitomize his luck."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/maidenbeloved.json

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+{
+	"name": "Maiden Beloved",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Character Healing Effectiveness +15%",
+	"4pc": "Using an Elemental Skill or Burst increases healing received by all party members by 20% for 10s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Maiden's Distant Love",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A fragrant flower that will bloom for all eternity and never wither.",
+		"story": "The maiden's flower. Fresh and elegant just like its original owner.\nThe books say that this species of flower has long been extinct.\n\nJust like that passage the maiden had read countless times in books:\n\"The damsel in distress was saved by the white knight in shining armor.\"\n\"And they exchanged flowers as blessings to one another.\"\n\nThough a maiden's heart is said to change with the seasons, just like a flower,\nThis flower remained constant.\nFor her heart had stopped in that moment long ago:\nThe moment that she met the knight."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Maiden's Heart-stricken Infatuation",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feathered accessory that carries the longing for a certain someone, like a migratory bird on the wind.",
+		"story": "An old but delicate feathered ornament.\nAfter many years, it is now covered in layers of dust.\n\nFor the maiden, time stopped still the day she met the knight.\nNothing mattered to her anymore, not even love and youth.\nShe sought him constantly, wandering far like a lost bird without a nest to cling to.\n\n\"May my love reach the knight,\" she prayed.\nMeanwhile, the knight dedicated himself to the pursuit of chivalry.\nIn a distant land where ancient empires crumbled,\nWould the knight see the scenery she dreamt of?"
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Maiden's Passing Youth",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "The hands of time will never come to an end, but the same cannot not be said for those cherished years of the young maiden's life when she was doted upon.",
+		"story": "A delicate timepiece.\nIt stood as a testament to the inevitable passage of time, indifferent to its owner's feeling.\n\nThe maiden's time would one day come to an end.\nBut her waiting would not.\nThe short hand seemed to be constantly chasing after the long hand.\nMuch like the incessant longing that filled the maiden's heart and mind.\n\nYears after the event, she still remembered the knight she met that day.\nThe white knight that came to her. The white knight she had been waiting for ever since."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Maiden's Fleeting Leisure",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A vessel made with sweet black tea in mind rather than bitter liquor.",
+		"story": "The maiden's most cherished teaware.\nIt was once filled with elegant black tea.\n\nIndulging herself in pastries and tea,\nShe cared not one bit about the mundane world. This was her privilege as a maiden.\n\n\"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need.\"\nThe knight said to her on the day they met.\n\"But, my heart is already—\"\nNot finishing her confession was her privilege,\nbut also the chains of courtliness the maiden had to bear."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Maiden's Fading Beauty",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A meticulously well-maintained woman's hat that keeps wrinkles safely out of sight.",
+		"story": "Even when surrounded by flowers from her courters, \nThe maiden never removed her hat to get a better look at them.\nTheir names and faces were not worth remembering.\n\nFor years, at the end of every day,\nthe maiden would brush off the dust on her hat.\nBut the passage of time showed in her face, too — and unlike the dust, it could never be brushed off.\n\nAs time passed, fewer and fewer courters visited her with flowers.\nWhat did it matter? For her, time had already stopped long ago on that fateful day."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Marechaussee Hunter",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Normal and Charged Attack DMG +15%",
+	"4pc": "When current HP increases or decreases, CRIT Rate will be increased by 12% for 5s. Max 3 stacks.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Hunter's Brooch",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An ancient emblem that was once awarded to those who had made exceptional contributions in battle.",
+		"story": "This emblem was specially designed and given to those who had, in the past,\nPerformed feats of arms in Fontaine's defense. Insignias of this sort were largely symbols of glory,\nBut some awardees would conceal them or consign them to the water.\n\n\"Pursue the phantoms in the dark, expel them all, and hunt them down.\"\nSuch is the origin of the name \"Marechaussee Hunter,\"\nCredited to one Cassiodor, who would be elevated to the revered title of \"Golden Hunter,\"\nBut who saw the name as a humiliation.\nYet, heretics and demons are rare, but people who are driven to become heretics and demons are legion.\nToday, the Marechaussee Phantom is more focused on investigating criminal activity than battle,\nAnd has absorbed into its ranks a large number of Melusines, members of a young race.\n\nThis emblem once belonged to a Marechaussee Hunter who took part in and directed the Siege of Poisson.\nDue to this event, he left the ranks of the Marechaussee and planned to live out the rest of his days, content with the contents of his cup.\nIt was not until an old friend requested that he, against his will, try living with others again,\nThat he tried to create a world free of dark phantoms for his son and daughter.\nAt the end, that which welcomed him was a peaceful ocean, one which removed all barriers and estrangements."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Masterpiece's Overture",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A portable tool used to adjust the torque on some old-school clockwork machine. It has since lost its practical value.",
+		"story": "A small tool used to adjust clockwork torque. Can be used on all manner of clockwork motors.\nThese would become outmoded with the arrival of Alain Guillotin's \"new model\" clockwork meka,\nWhich have themselves ceased to be \"new\" following several hundred years of further testing.\n\nNow, regarding Alain Guillotin,\nBefore he joined, then left the Marechaussee Phantom, before finally setting up the Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering,\nGuillotin organized research into energy at the now-ruined Institute of Natural Philosophy.\nIt is said that he, throughout his life, was close to no one but his younger sister, who also served in the Marechaussee.\n\nThere are many legends concerning him. One of them is as follows—\nIt is said that he was able to create a thinking machine during his time at the Institute,\nAnd used this machine to aid his sister in her work at the Marechaussee.\nThese statements largely come from previous colleagues of his (most of whom died fighting Elynas),\nAnd since there was no physical evidence of it, it has never entered official record.\nOnce, when asked about this, he commented: \"It's a great shame. There's nothing to be said.\"\nHe never again responded to any questions or inquiries relating to the matter.\n\nAnother goes as such—\nIn his old age, he retired from the Fontaine Research Institute to his workshop, and he would see no one.\nThe research he undertook in his final years was never published,\nAnd after the matter, the only things that could be found in his personal workshop were signs that something had been built.\n\nIn latter years, these legends would function similarly to that work of Coppelius's that could not be performed to completion,\nStoking imaginations, granting inspiration, and driving ever greater efforts."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Moment of Judgment",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A standard pocket watch. Its accuracy is not particularly high.",
+		"story": "This pocket watch was once given to the enforcers of Fontaine's justice.\nIt is not a particularly accurate watch,\nBut it can be used as a badge while on duty,\nAnd it was once nigh-universally recognized across Fontaine.\n\nThe news of the Great Magician \"Parsifal\" requesting a trial by combat spread via the newspapers,\nAnd this demand, alongside her unexpected transgression, caused quite the furor in the Court of Fontaine.\nThe court's agreement and person of choice caused a yet greater uproar.\nChampion Duelist Marfisa was selected as the prosecution's representative in the duel.\nWould Marfisa's origin disrupt either her judgment or performance during the duel?\nWhat of her past connection to Parsifal? And most commonly understood...\nWhich of them was the stronger fighter? Such were the questions people reveled in discussing.\n\nKarl Ingold, a journalist who once knew \"Parsifal,\" had since retired,\nAnd had resolved to never again take up such work, taking instead the company of explorers and their wilds, their wrecks, and their ruins.\nBut perhaps out of professional pride or an old memory, he had always treasured the pictures he took as a journalist.\nYears later, when answering an invitation to meet old friends, sent by the Vice Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute,\nUpon 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,\nHe 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.\nThose several months passed by like a dream — some would consider that too long, and others, too short.\nHe remembered his younger self, who would not give up, no matter how many people told him to escape,\nNo matter how the circumstances arose like a flood that might end everything and slowly blot out the light.\nHe remembered the many smiles he saw through the viewfinder, all their fanciful thoughts concerning the future he had heard,\nAnd afterwards, the cries, sounds of fracturing and metallic clashes that sounded faintly from beyond the stone floor.\nAnd as he recalled the girl who used a \"trick\" to forcibly shift herself to a dark, safe cavern,\nOnly then did the regret of not having recorded her final battle engulf his vision."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Forgotten Vessel",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A portable metal vessel containing strong wine. Can be stuffed into the pocket of an outer coat for ease of access and use.",
+		"story": "Once, this wine vessel belonged to one who rendered great service to the Court of Fontaine.\nThose who find themselves doing certain work, unless they be born ruthless and cruel,\nWill eventually walk down the path to total collapse should they go without the elixir within.\n\nThis belonged to one who had to do what had to be done for Fontaine's peace.\nIt was only many years after he retired due to injury, during his final investigation, that he realized...\n...No wonderland lay in welcome down the rabbit hole — only the maelstrom.\n\n...\nMemories arose like bubbles from a ruptured diving mask.\nHe thought of his youth, of the games he would play with Dwight, Basil, and Karl.\nIn those days, he always played the hero, and Karl would be Jabberwock the evil dragon,\nHe thought of the embrace of the Director, so dear and familiar, and he felt so similarly in this moment.\nHe recalled the countless faces warped by hate in the crimson flames of Poisson,\nAnd then he recalled that he, too, had sent innocent children to the Narzissenkreuz Institute.\n\nIn the end, what came clearest to him was what he had felt upon meeting his \"son\" and \"daughter.\"\nIt was like seeing light at the end of a long tunnel, like seeing himself before he had worn the mask.\nBut much like clinging to a spider's thread futilely in the dark pits of hell—\n\"My dear Alain, my dear Mary-Ann... I was never close to you,\"\n\"And even at the end, I do not know how I could be a \"father\" to you.\"\n\"But still, I do not wish to lose these memories of watching the two of you growing up...\"\n—When he awoke from his stupor, all glories, all shame, all love and obsession — they had been dissolved in the waters."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Veteran's Visage",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "This mask was given to one whose face was wounded in service to the Court of Fontaine.\nIt is a replacement for an appalling visage — the glory, or perhaps the shame, of an old soldier.\nYet even though the scars can be covered, the wounds laid on one's heart will not disappear.\n\n\"If I do not return, I leave those two kids to you.\"\nHis friend said to him — she with whom he had grown up, and served the Court of Fontaine together.\nI've stopped asking you to fight alongside me, she wanted to say,\nBut today, the tacit understanding between them was a blank span of years.\nSo long as they didn't discuss it, it was almost as if the Poisson incident had never happened.\n\nThe Institute might be drowned for certain this time, and things won't be safe without myself and the Director,\nAnd so it might be better to entrust the children to trustworthy people like yourself and Ingold,\nHis friend explained, seeing the look he was giving her, mute beneath that mask.\n\n\"When I return in triumph, let's invite Lasker and Ingold for a get-together.\"\n\"I'll cook this time. I'll show you lot my skills.\"\nSeeing the suspicion in his eyes, she added this on in a huff—\n\"Hey, I've picked up baking these past few years! The children love it!\"\n\n\"Well, guess it's goodbye, Guillotin... My dear Emanuel.\"\n\"Hope everything goes smoothly on your end. Don't get yourself in trouble, now.\"\n\"I do hope that those brats haven't wrecked my Sponsian just yet...\"\n\nHe had no love of children — indeed, he wished to have no dealings with anyone,\nFor all seeing people did was remind him that they, too, had red blood flowing within them.\nBut since his old friend was asking this of him, he would help watch over them for now.\nHe'd just throw the hot potato back at Basil when she returned..."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Martial Artist",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Normal and Charged Attack DMG +15%",
+	"4pc": "After using Elemental Skill, increases Normal Attack and Charged Attack DMG by 25% for 8s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Martial Artist's Red Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "This particular kind of red flower was the only thing that could alleviate the Martial Artist's pain.",
+		"story": "Ever since being recognized by the master, the martial artist had been practicing every day for years.\nThe path of pursuing martial arts is long and harsh, and injuries are inevitable.\nAs instructed, he plucked a small crimson flower in the forest.\nAlthough his proud battle scars will never fully heal, at least the pain can be alleviated."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Martial Artist's Feather Accessory",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A common bird feather. Experts use it to practice strength control, while rookies use it to make fans.",
+		"story": "A feather plucked from a bird soaring in the sky by a skillful martial artist.\nThe essence of martial arts is not necessarily about the power of attacks.\nAgility and nimbleness honed over years of training are just as prideworthy for a martial artist.\nThe martial artist will wear the feather on his chest as proof of his unparalleled skills."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Martial Artist's Water Hourglass",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A tool to keep track of time in endurance training. It is more accurate and reliable than a regular hourglass.",
+		"story": "An hourglass that uses the flow of water to measure the passage of time. The martial artist would have it with him at all times.\nWhen he was training under the waterfall or practicing a single leg stance on the stake,\nhe endured all the pain and suffering alone.\nThis time piece recorded every second of it in silence."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Martial Artist's Wine Cup",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A rather exquisite wine cup used in pre-combat rituals.",
+		"story": "Before proudly stepping into the arena, a parting ritual with a glass of fine wine is essential for martial artists.\nEach of them faced with a worthy opponent, two martial artists will raise their glasses to one another.\nThey then step into the arena with a calm and collected composure to face their opponent with the utmost respect.\nThis is the true meaning of the toast, which comes before the fight takes place. It does not serve to glorify victory or cast shame on defeat."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Martial Artist's Bandana",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "The first lesson as an apprentice: Vigor, Strength, Will. These words are written on the bandana so you'll never forget them.",
+		"story": "A bright-red bandana that belonged to a martial artist. The color has now faded.\nIt serves as proof that the bearer practiced martial arts at a young age. It also represents the high ambition the young martial artist once had.\nBefore the first crack of dawn, the young martial artist was already training in the forest.\nMany years later, the martial artist is now an instructor. Though youth may be a thing of his past, he remains just as alert and diligent as when he was young."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Noblesse Oblige",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Elemental Burst DMG +20%",
+	"4pc": "Using an Elemental Burst increases all party members' ATK by 20% for 12s. This effect cannot stack.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Royal Flora",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A blue lily made of silky satin\nthat once served as a noblewoman's headdress.\n\nA noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.\nIn that legendary age, the nobles were examples for the people.\nThey guided their subjects with their conduct and wisdom.\nThey were the true representation of the people of Mondstadt.\nThey were noble not only in lineage,\nbut also in their commitment to virtues and principles.\n\nThe longevity of the nobles was cut short by their endless self-indulgence.\nOstentation gave way to devolution."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Royal Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feathered hat accessory worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt on hunts. It still stands proudly as if no time has passed.",
+		"story": "The feather of a falcon proudly perched on top of an old noble's hat.\nHunting with the common folk and sharing the spoils with them was an old tradition.\n\nCommonplace were the hunts, a hobby of the ruling class of Mondstadt.\nThe festivities were shared with their servants and the common folk,\nAs a sign of the benevolence of the nobles.\nAll the people were eager participants in the festivities.\n\nHunts soon lost their meaning.\nThe nobles took everything as their own, presuming it their right.\nProudly the feather still stood, yet faded was its color in the people's eyes."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Royal Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "An exquisite pocket watch made of sapphire.\nIt remains functional even after all these years.\n\nThe pocket watch of a noble who once ruled over Mondstadt. The time it tells is still accurate.\nPunctuality is a virtue, and this pocket watch helped the nobles stay on a virtuous path.\nIt was more for self-discipline than a tool to influence the common folk.\nAt daybreak, a worthy noble must be more vigilant than his people.\nAt night, he should be more thoughtful and restless than they.\n\nOver the years, the once-strict schedule was overturned by their indolent descendants.\nTheir timepieces grew more extravagant, but lost their virtuous function."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Royal Silver Urn",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An ornamental urn that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Mournful winds seem to echo within its empty interior.",
+		"story": "An ornamental urn made of sapphire, bearing the silver insignia of a noble house.\nIt is exquisite and elegant, a testament to the aesthetics of the ancient nobles of Mondstadt.\n\nA noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.\nHowever, the extravagant treasures that once lay inside are now gone.\nThese luxuries were symbols of the noble's stature,\nas well as the confidence, pride, and prosperity of the people of Mondstadt.\n\nThen, the nobles fell prey to power.\nThey took and they spent without regard for the people.\nLuxurious accessories became vanity items."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Royal Masque",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A masquerade mask worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Its hollow eyes are fixated on the golden days of the past.",
+		"story": "A silver mask inlaid with gold and gems and engraved with delicate patterns.\nDelicately made, it showcases the elegance and customs of the old nobles.\n\nThe first nobles who rose up to rule Mondstadt began as heroes of humble origins.\nThese great chieftains and elegant princes as well as beautiful princesses and noblemen\nonce welcomed the people to their banquets and feasts.\nIn those days long past, the nobles shared their wisdom and elegance generously.\n\nIn that golden age, the nobles shared with the people their knowledge and profits.\nBut the later nobles were seduced by power. Their banquets were exclusively for their own pleasure."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Nymph's Dream",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Hydro DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "After Normal, Charged, and Plunging Attacks, Elemental Skills, and Elemental Bursts hit opponents, 1 stack of Mirrored Nymph will be triggered, lasting 8s. When under the effect of 1, 2, or 3 or more Mirrored Nymph stacks, ATK will be increased by 7%/16%/25%, and Hydro DMG Bonus will be increased by 4%/9%/15%. Mirrored Nymph stacks created by Normal, Charged, and Plunging Attacks, Elemental Skills, and Elemental Bursts exist independently.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Odyssean Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "...But in the end, a shadow still fell over the kingdom.\nIt was not that the dragon defeated the hero, but rather, that they both became lost in the world.\nAmidst the chaos as thick as lightless dark waters, amidst the sorrows and the partings that followed,\nThe Director and her sisters set out on a journey to defeat the evil at its source,\nAnd her assistant in turn boarded the ship built for battle, eventually slumbering beneath the waters.\nThe Narzissen champions and many knights, evil dragons, and virtuous sages were scattered.\n\nSome would be taken in by the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol,\nAnd they would work to protect the realm such that it would not again have a shadow cast over it.\nSome were taken in by explorers moving to and from foreign lands,\nAnd from then on would truly set out on an adventure to witness the edge of the world.\n\nMany years would pass after that.\nSome would try to prevent future tales from ever being stopped by such events as these,\nAnd so would seek out the path ahead using the secrets of machinery and bodies of steel.\nSome, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again,\nEmbarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs.\nAnd just as how some people treasure withered flowers,\nSome still reminisce endlessly over the afternoon adventures that have yet to continue..."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Wicked Mage's Plumule",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "This was once a decorative feather in someone's hat. Being dark green, it is quite eye-catching indeed.",
+		"story": "Where there are heroes, there must be wicked mages, and where there are knights, there must be evil dragons.\nThe hero would always wield a holy blade, while the mage might carry some kind of magical catalyst.\nIn the interstice between adventures, when the heroes and mages and knights and fell dragons had yet to be born,\nThey would always gaze upon the feather of an unknown bird species pinned to the Vice Director's hat.\nThat feather must hold many stories within it, the little adventurers thought to themselves,\nAnd the Vice Director must have witnessed many tales, like an old heroine after her seclusion.\nOr why would even the Director, who had promised to procure the feather for us, never be able to take it off?\n\n\"Now, now, ██, ██, do get along. Don't fight.\"\nThe two who would always play the knight and the fell dragon nodded reluctantly.\n\"And when I'm not around, ███, you'll take care of ███, won't you?\"\n\"The Director and I will be back once we have finished attending to business, so don't go running outside.\"\nThe Vice Director thought for a moment, and plucked the dark green feather from her hat before departing.\n\"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, ███? Alright then. Here you go.\"\n\"But I'm only giving this to you for safekeeping for a while, alright? I'll be quite cross if it gets dirty.\"\n\nBut in the end, this feather would never become the mystical staff used by some evil mage.\nIt 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..."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Nymph's Constancy",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "The hands of a timepiece must eventually return to their original places, and their circle will begin anew.\nAll that the Narzissen champions were seemed as if they would never change.\nBut the years must ultimately grind down the intricate yet vulnerable calibers of such timepieces.\nUntil such a time when a new day will not come. Indeed, where nothing will.\n\nThis pocket watch was originally owned by a tiny champion who loved machines,\nA test piece created by piecing together the rejected components of various devices.\nAt the very end, this pocket watch and the one it had been gifted to fell into the primordial liquid that dissolves all.\nBut it had already long ceased to run its clockwork course by that point.\n\n\"A long, long time in the future, in a place far, far away...\"\n\"There was a dark empire ruled by the fell dragon Narcissus.\"\n\"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.\"\n\"There was a group of heroes who protected a treasure that the princess had entrusted to them, a clear, bright pearl of water.\"\n\"One day, a tiny life was born from this pearl.\"\n\"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?\"\n\"'Friends, you say... Well, if that's what you need, I do have one. I think it would really fit here.'\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Heroes' Tea Party",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A lovely teacup. Perhaps it was once used by people enjoying a leisurely afternoon together.",
+		"story": "Even the Narzissen champions would need to rest for a short time along the adventuring road.\nWhen the clock sounded, many champions and mages, knights and evil dragons,\nAll forgot for a time the imprisoned princess and the treasures of the domains.\nThe dark clouds that shrouded the distant kingdom's skies temporarily faded away,\nAnd the princess amid her agonized wait would turn her gaze from her window.\nFor when the knights depart, so too must the adventure be put on hold.\nThis is the universal rule the Narzissen champions follow, and many other tiny worlds do as well.\nIf one must ask why, then it is because the refreshments made by the Vice Director are far too delicious.\n\nIt was a gloomy afternoon... but that phrase seems to have little meaning.\nFor the new home she was going to was one that would not see the light of either sun or moon.\nHere, the first person she met was the tall, pure Director.\nAnd though she was even less sure of what to do than the little girl, she still greeted her with an embrace,\nAnd got her clothes soaked for the trouble. The Vice Director was old enough to be the girl's mother.\nTaking the girl by the hand, she brought her amongst the resting champions, knights, and evil dragons.\nShe thought that this was quite alright. In any case, the refreshments really were delicious."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Fell Dragon's Monocle",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "An exquisitely-made monocle. Ancient anecdotes say that one might be able to see the future through it.",
+		"story": "The heroes of different stories will naturally find different (expedient) holy swords, and they must also face different nemeses.\nBut it is oft-said that heroes who live too long, live to become the evil dragon. And when many stories cross paths, perhaps one side's hero is another side's dragon.\nThe tale that finally emerges will trend toward narratives that are easier to grasp — which is why heroes are heroes, and not evil dragons.\nThat is why, for all their strength and schemes, the evil dragons will ultimately be defeated by the heroes wielding their holy swords.\n\nAnd before the dragon falls into the chasm that dissolves all things, he will think of the times he once spent with the hero. And at last, he will say:\n\"Yes, hatred shall not fill me. I know that you have not seen the sights I have, and that is why you wish to stop me.\"\n\"The star-beasts shall drink the amniotic fluid of the world dry. A hundred years from then, all life on its surface shall be wiped away.\"\n\"I will surely return to save all souls. Ten years, even a hundred years may pass, but I shall be reborn as a new universe.\"\n\nBut the hero, victorious over the dragon, will also lose the thing most precious to him during the hunt.\nHe will never again believe in anything that the sum of human knowledge cannot completely grasp and understand,\nAnd to the end of his days, he shall conceive of a kingdom powered by machines and energies not derived from the elements."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Ocean-Hued Clam",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Healing Bonus +15%.",
+	"4pc": "When the character equipping this artifact set heals a character in the party, a Sea-Dyed Foam will appear for 3 seconds, accumulating the amount of HP recovered from healing (including overflow healing). At the end of the duration, the Sea-Dyed Foam will explode, dealing DMG to nearby opponents based on 90% of the accumulated healing. (This DMG is calculated similarly to Reactions such as Electro-Charged, and Superconduct, but is not affected by Elemental Mastery, Character Levels, or Reaction DMG Bonuses). Only one Sea-Dyed Foam can be produced every 3.5 seconds. Each Sea-Dyed Foam can accumulate up to 30,000 HP (including overflow healing). There can be no more than one Sea-Dyed Foam active at any given time. This effect can still be triggered even when the character who is using this artifact set is not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Sea-Dyed Blossom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A tender flower from the ocean. Its core is adorned with pure pearls.\nThe songs of Watatsumi Island say that these flowers bloom in the pearl-lit depths.\nSteeped in the lovesickness of the diving sea-daughters and the gentle moonlight, they would give off a pearly gleam.\n\nWhen all conflicts have ceased, the sea beasts shall no longer weep for their lonesome companions,\nAnd when the moonlight rises over Touzan, the lovely deity shall rise and sing.\n\"Come, sea-daughters, come and see, O people of my heart, for the moon is out tonight.\"\n\"Though Touzan might fall this night, the lightning and the storm can never hide the moon's pearly glory...\"\n\nThe lonesome maiden will sing and dance upon the moon-silver waves.\nThe divers shall forget the pain of loss, and even the tender flowers will regain their vibrance."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Deep Palace's Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A down feather with the same hue as coral, said to come from a shrine maiden's ceremonial garment.",
+		"story": "In the days when the many clans first saw the light of day, Omikami chose shrine maidens from among the people of the sea.\nIn the island-songs of history, the first Divine Priestess was once one of the sea-daughters who collected pearls.\n\nShe would come amongst the children, who in their meaningless conflict, lost sight of their future,\nAnd amongst the old who had lost sight of life's beauty amidst ruthless tragedy.\nThe Divine Priestess comforted the people using her lovely songs and gentle words,\nAnd even amidst the stormy times, the people of Watatsumi saw hope for the first time.\n\nThis sea-born feather was said to have come from that Divine Priestess' ceremonial garb.\nIt was plucked by mistake by a child's tender hand, and was preserved by a fretful person.\n\nLater, when the brave hero and priestesses rushed to their irrevocable sacrifice,\nThe Divine Priestess' ceremonial garment was not lost, but passed down in memory to the present day."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Cowry of Parting",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A clean, flawless seashell that comes from the bottomless ocean.",
+		"story": "Time seems to pass exceedingly slowly in the silent, fluorescent ocean depths.\nEven the bright seashells might grow forgetful as the years lengthen.\n\nThe people of Watatsumi once came forth from the darkness, and thus bade farewell to the long dreams of the deep.\nThey escaped the prying gaze of the Dragonheirs in the dark, walking the glimmering coral stair into the realm of daylight.\nIt is said that at that time, the ocean people would take a single seashell as remembrance for their clan.\nAnd as for those who had lost theirs, they would be welcomed into a new family.\n\nIn the ancient tongue, these pure shells would become known as the Parcels of Reunion.\nTwo parties who embrace shall not again be parted by an outside force, though this enjoining is not itself eternal.\nThese seashells, therefore, were a farewell to life beneath the waves, and the beginning of a new life under the sun."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Pearl Cage",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "The shining pearls that the shrine maidens of Watatsumi Island offer up shine eternally and never dim.",
+		"story": "To the sea people, the bright pearls that Watatsumi's deity once praised are priceless treasures.\nOnly the Divine Priestess had the right to sing the great song themed around those pearls.\n\nLegend has it that the rainbow-hued clams produced these flawless gems in gratitude for Watatsumi's tenderness.\nIn latter days, it was even said that the bloodline of the Divine Priestess was originally birthed from these pearls.\nHaving stepped from her soft, vivid cradle, she and the sisters who danced with the sea and moon were greatly favored,\nFor out of his rejoicing and love, Omikami gave unto them beautiful gems that granted them the pure desire to pursue daylight.\n\nIn the hands of those whose veins run true with Watatsumi blood, pearls seem to gleam brighter than normal.\nPerhaps this is but an ancient tale, the truth of which can no longer be verified.\nBut 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.\nOnly this bright pearl was lost in the rippling tumult, returning to the silent solitude of the depths."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Crown of Watatsumi",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Omikami once selected his clergy from amongst the people of Watatsumi, personally giving them these circlets of office.\nBut when the age of the martyrdom passed, and the old priesthood passed with it, these lovely crowns were sealed.\n\nThe people of the sea sing that these crowns of pearls and coral will never be stained by any dirt,\nAnd that any who should have the fortune to receive one were recognized as rulers by Omikami.\nThe valiant vassal lord known as Touzannou and the twins who traversed the waves freely...\nThey all had Omikami's tender gaze and favor, and have been immortalized in the islanders' songs.\nIt 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.\nBut as the time of destined martyrdom came, a god would fall.\n\nBearing the hopes and memories that were brought up from the ocean depths, and steeped in a history and culture that are now lost,\nThese intricate and enchanting crowns passed with their owners into the forgotten rifts."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Pale Flame",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Physical DMG is increased by 25%.",
+	"4pc": "When an Elemental Skill hits an opponent, ATK is increased by 9% for 7s. This effect stacks up to 2 times and can be triggered once every 0.3s. Once 2 stacks are reached, the 2-set effect is increased by 100%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Stainless Bloom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A hard, blue artificial flower. Its petals shall never wither, nor shall its colors fade.",
+		"story": "\"You astound me. You have but a human body, and yet you carry such a power within you.\"\n\"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...\"\n\"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.\"\n\"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...\"\n\"Let the flames that now devour you be extinguished by the grace of Her Majesty. What say you?\"\n\nThe first Fatuus gave power to a young woman in whom the flame of life had all but died,\nAnd in her wild imagination, she saw the line that lay between the corrupt past and a stainless future...\n\n\"I understand. Then, let glacial ice take the place of my erased past and extinguish these undying flames.\"\n\"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.\"\n\nBut despite this, a pure white flame continued to burn within her heart...\n\n\"We share the same goal, you, your Tsaritsa, and I.\"\n\"Cleanse the sources of distortion in this world: short-sighted, ignorant gods and the darkness and corruption of the Abyss.\"\n\"Good. I will do whatever it takes to become an effective instrument in the advancement of our common cause.\"\n\"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.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Wise Doctor's Pinion",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "An ominous pinion with edges of unsurpassed keenness. Perhaps it represents an unnaturally uninhibited nature.",
+		"story": "\"A human is nothing more than a machine of a certain level of complexity.\"\nThus declared the youth from his lectern in the seedbed of wisdom.\nIf one were to disassemble a part of this machine and make enhancements to it,\nIts performance could be greatly amplified.\nWith or without a Vision, and irrespective of their physique or combat skills,\n\"Enhanced humans\" would surely display strength far beyond the average.\n\nDespite the risk of being denounced as a heretic and permanently cast from the circle of the wise,\nThe youth candidly jotted down these thoughts in the margins of his research notes:\nI. As anticipated, no research breakthroughs are possible, given the working style of the Akademiya.\nII. Nevertheless, being expelled would be a loss. One needs an environment conducive to research.\n\nFollowing a trail of rumors of heresy, the first of the Fatui tracked him down...\n\n\"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?\"\nIn the desert that shone bright like liquid gold, he inquired of the Snezhnayan diplomat:\n\"Will you treat me like the Akademiya did? Will you call me a monster, a madman?\"\n\"Or will you treat me as my hometown did, and chase me away with pitchforks and clubs...?\"\n\nHowever...\n\"Good. Then, we are now in partnership.\"\n\"As for the matter of your title — what do you say to this...\"\nTaken completely by surprise by the sheer irony of the title he was given, the young man burst into hysterical laughter."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Moment of Cessation",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A pocket watch with a cover that cannot be opened. Yet it ticks and tocks away, following the inexorable flow of time.",
+		"story": "Money is the lifeblood of the world, and the pathways along which it flows are the world's arteries.\nThen, the center of the world is a heart made of gold.\n\nHe was not one of the favored, and could only pursue worldly power.\nBut though money ought to mean nothing to the gods,\nThey held it firmly within their grasp nonetheless, along with the countless other forms of power that they wielded.\n\nPerhaps he lusted for money because he had once been destitute,\nOr perhaps the fact that the gods had never looked upon him with favor ignited a burning desire for resistance inside him...\n\n\"The people of the land from which these coins hail revere contracts above all else.\"\n\"In the name of money, I shall respect the contract between us...\"\n\"We shall, by whatever means necessary, become the heart that pumps money around the world.\"\n\"And, when the moment comes, that heart shall cease beating by our will alone.\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Surpassing Cup",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An intricately-made cup. Its appearance betrays nothing of its age to an observer.",
+		"story": "He was born with a face fairer than any other,\nDestined to a long life and a hollow will.\n\nHe was a transcendent being, divinely created, but he was cast aside like worthless dross.\nYet, due to an error that cannot be known, he roused himself from slumber,\nAnd began to wander the mortal realm.\n\nBefore the Fatui found him, he had drifted for countless years\nAnd in that time, this is what his experience had taught him:\n\n\"I am a 'human' who surpasses all others.\"\n\"Even the gods daren't meddle in my fate.\"\n\"Neither mortal nor god, nor fate itself, is qualified to be my judge.\"\n\"I am free to choose how I wish to spend the remainder of my days.\"\n\n\"Since these mask-wearing people are so fun to be around...\"\n\"I think I'll become one of them.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Mocking Mask",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A mask that covers the face, hiding one's expression from others.",
+		"story": "Since the stain of my compatriots' blood cannot be cleansed, I shall become The Jester, who laughs in the face of fate.\nSince my level of learning could not compare with the sages, I failed to earn the favor of the previous ruler.\nSo too did I fail to stop them from tearing away the veil of sin, ushering in a tide of divine wrath, destruction, and foolishness...\nThen I shall become instead a fool, a Fatuus, and devote myself to Her Majesty, who understands my pain...\n\nMy name is Pierro, The Jester. Please listen to the words I have to say:\n\nProud Fatui comrades, I know your hearts harbor both the fires of rage and the cold of eternal winter.\nEach one of us has borne witness to the absurd callousness of the foundational principles of this world.\nSo, let us don our masks in mockery of the world as we go forth and rewrite the rules of destiny."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/prayersfordestiny.json

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+{
+	"name": "Prayers for Destiny",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"1pc": "Affected by Hydro for 40% less time.",
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Tiara of Torrents",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "They say that,\nOnce upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.\nThen, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the ancient flames were extinguished amidst the first falling rains.\n\nIt was a prosperous time, a period of bountiful harvest.\nThen the earth was blessed and ruled by heaven, and the elemental flows were smooth and well-ordered.\nA hundred years of bounty were written in the stars, and none could change this divine law.\n\nBut 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?\nWould their altars and palaces become one with the soil, with only that silver-white tree for company?\n\nThe heavenly envoys, who ever spoke what they knew, were silent. So to understand this doom,\nThe chief priest, head crowned with white branches, would delve into the deep places of the world..."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/prayersforillumination.json

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+{
+	"name": "Prayers for Illumination",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"1pc": "Affected by Pyro for 40% less time.",
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Tiara of Flame",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "They say that,\nOnce upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.\nThe envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. The eternal ice had just begun to thaw, and the first fires were still new.\n\nIt was a time of great prosperity, when all was left in the hands of such heavenly revelations.\nThe envoys of heaven said that the world would soon enter a new and brighter age.\nThis was predestined, that future immutable.\n\nBut would a day come when such wonderful times might come to an end?\n\nTo this question the envoys gave no answer. So, the people chose from among them a chief priest,\nAnd adorning his head with a crown of white branches, they sent him out into the deep places of the world,\nTo antediluvian ruins and long-buried altars of sacrifice, to seek answers and enlightenment..."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/prayersforwisdom.json

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+{
+	"name": "Prayers for Wisdom",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"1pc": "Affected by Electro for 40% less time.",
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Tiara of Thunder",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "They say that,\nOnce upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.\nThen, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the waters ran dry as thunder first pierced the skies.\n\nPeople enjoyed untold wisdom, and that wisdom was their boon.\nTheir prosperity brought pride and ambition, and the mind to question.\n\nSo they questioned the heavens' authority, and schemed to enter the garden of gods.\nAnd though they had promised to the people divine love, prosperity and wisdom, the envoys of heaven were angry.\nFor to question eternity was forbidden,\nFor earth to challenge sky, inexpiable.\n\nSo the chief priest who wore the white-branched crown went forth to appease the divine envoys,\nAnd into the deep places he went, seeking the hidden wisdom of the silver tree in the ancient capitol..."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/prayerstospringtime.json

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+{
+	"name": "Prayers to Springtime",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"1pc": "Affected by Cryo for 40% less time.",
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Tiara of Frost",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "They say that,\nThe line of chief priests have always seen this same sight as their days draw to an end:\nA mountain of crowns in a secret place, beneath a withered tree—\n—each one hiding a lifetime of secrets kept.\nEach retiring chief priest offers up their crown of flawless white branches to this world.\nEvery mighty and ancient city, and every austere place of sacrifice must one day return to profundity in the earth.\n\nAll prosperity must someday end.\nBut this does not mean that nothing is eternal.\n\nAt the end of a cycle, the earth shall be renewed. Thus eternity is cyclical.\nThe search for truth is a product of prosperity, and not the seed that plants it.\n\nThey say that,\nOnce upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from Celestia directly.\nThe envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. In those days, life was weak, and the earth was blanketed in unending ice."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/resolutionofsojourner.json

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+{
+	"name": "Resolution of Sojourner",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "Increases Charged Attack CRIT Rate by 30%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Heart of Comradeship",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A small cerulean flower with somebody's ribbon pinned to the stem.",
+		"story": "The traveler from a distant land pinned this flower close to his chest.\n\nThe traveler left a life of great privilege to pursue a wandering, unburdened life.\nIn a foreign land, by a clear lake of sweet waters, he met a frowning maiden.\n\n\"A traveler from afar? ...Huh. Not like it matters.\"\n\"You're a musician? Well then, pray do not insult me with empty praises or song.\"\n\"Just remember me as I am.\"\n\"As one about to be offered up as a sacrifice for the 'festival.'\"\n\nThe traveler who had abandoned his homeland pinned this flower close to his chest.\nHe wished to remind himself to love no one, and become attached to nothing.\nYet he would remember that maiden as he had promised, and walk into the fire for her sake..."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Feather of Homecoming",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A blue arrow fletching imbued with the sentiment of travelers that had once faded into the horizon.",
+		"story": "Hope was ripped to shreds by ruthless might, and promises of reunion disappeared like fleeting shadows.\nThe wandering traveler had once against lost a place to call home.\n\nThe condescending evil stole his love's joy,\nAnd the endless conflict ground down his irreverent soul.\nThose gentle, playful rhythms of revelry,\nNow turned to sharp, icy clangs.\n\nFor his comrades, for his best friend, for the tables around which none would again share wine.\nFor freedom, for life, and for revenge against the evil that had taken her smile.\nThus resolved, the traveler plucked his last string, and fired his final arrow.\n\nAs he grew accustomed to life in this foreign land, he gazed up at the azure sky.\nAh, so the sky here was the same as the one back in his homeland..."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Sundial of the Sojourner",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A sundial that has survived the ages, always silently recording the cycles of the sun and moon as they pass through the sky.",
+		"story": "The traveler pursued both fate and the inexorable passage of time.\nThe troupe that resisted the aristocracy — and their end — could be seen in the eternal flow of time.\n\nIn the course of a long journey, even the most well-made watch might cease to work.\nThe only unfailing marker of time was the passage of the sun and moon.\nSo to chase formless time, the traveler could only pursue light itself.\n\nThe great halls of the nobility, and the rebellious troupe with no room to lay their heads.\nBoth were churned just the same by the flow of time, and both like fleeting dreams raced towards the same destruction.\n\nUnder the moonless night sky, the dark shadows drew upon the outlander's tired face.\n\"The songs are spent like arrows few, to the choir the curtain calls.\"\n\"Shall I ever see you smile anew, when the tower in the city square falls?\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Goblet of the Sojourner",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A plain porcelain goblet that was once brimming with joyous brews.",
+		"story": "A lyre has 4 strings.\nThe days he spent with his comrades in the \"troupe\" were probably the happiest in his life of wandering.\nAt first, it was just a chance meeting with the conductor — but for the invisible strings of fate.\nFirst came the girl who used a flute as a sword, and then that fellow Kreuzlied — one by one, the traveler met them all.\n\nIn the joyous tavern, the lyrist introduced a maiden he had met by chance to his comrades amidst the singing and dancing.\nThe drunken traveler strummed the strings and sang in a loud voice.\n\nWith them by his side, he would never have to travel alone again...\nPerhaps it would be alright to walk with them till journey's end."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Crown of Parting",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A reed coronet that emanates the spring breeze.",
+		"story": "The departing traveler would take this crown of willow branches as a final memento.\nWith it, he would remember his lover, now departed like a dandelion on the breeze.\n\nThe traveler was the wandering lyrist, and that maiden in the country of wine was a prisoner of the nobility.\nFor reasons he knew not himself, his lyre-song revealed his true heart.\n\n\"What would move me, you ask? ...Well, it would be your smile.\"\n\"I've never known you to smile, after all. Not even once.\"\n\"I will break the chains that bind you.\"\n\"When that time comes, would you let me see you smile?\"\n\n\"Yes, and thank you. It would be wonderful indeed if you could do that.\"\nPretty words, but who could trust them, coming from a singer?"
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/retracingbolide.json

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+{
+	"name": "Retracing Bolide",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Shield Strength by 35%.",
+	"4pc": "While protected by a shield, gain an additional 40% Normal and Charged Attack DMG.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Summer Night's Bloom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A man-made flower in eternal bloom. Who knows if there truly is life in there?",
+		"story": "A summer festival flower that blooms forever,\nThat will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.\n\nSome may label it an imitation, an false life,\nFor life lies in change, pain and growth,\nIn meetings, and also in partings.\n\nBut the memories of meeting her,\nOf watching the fireworks bloom in the sky like fresh flowers together,\nThe memories of that foxy-eyed woman who eventually disappeared without a trace...\nThat unwithering flower is the final thing to remember her by.\n\nIn the end, the difference comes down to the fact that for some,\nLife is as eternal as this undying summer bloom,\nBut for most, it is as transient as smoke."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Summer Night's Finale",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A well-crafted wooden dart. It will only stop once it has reached its destination.",
+		"story": "An intricately-made throwing dart. It is a common sight during the summer festival.\nIn the ghost stories of Inazuma,\nThere is a tale about a meeting between the human and inhuman...\n\nTo celebrate my wife's pregnancy, I went to the shrine to give a votive offering.\nBut for reasons unknown, I went up the mountain with these objects.\nThe water balloon from when I seven, the fox mask from when I was seventeen,\nAnd a flower that would not wilt in ten or even a hundred years.\n\nWhy did I expect to meet her again?\nNo matchmaker introduced myself and my wife, and we were always short on money,\nAnd it took some time for us to produce an heir,\nBut our days were still filled with happiness, were they not?\n\nBut still I detoured on that mountain road to the place where I'd seen the fireworks with her.\nPulling the bushes apart, I thought I saw her dressed in white, sitting upon that rock.\nBut when I came forward and looked, it was just a fox sunbathing.\nIt leaped up at the sound of snapping branches, and fled into the woods,\nAnd like the spots of light that poke between leaves moved by the breeze, it was gone in a flash.\nAll that was left was an old wooden throwing dart."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Summer Night's Moment",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A pocketwatch that has stopped at a certain point in time.",
+		"story": "A small, ornate pocket watch.\nThe watch seems to have stopped at a certain time of day.\nIn the ghost stories of Inazuma,\nThis has something to do with an encounter with something inhuman...\n\nOn the night of the summer festival, as I walked the path to the shrine with the girl I admired,\nI heard, only barely, the sound of a lost child's cries.\nIn that moment of distraction, I fell, spraining my ankle and breaking that pocket watch.\n\nWhile she ran to look for some ointment,\nI tried to make way for the people passing through,\nAnd sat down on a rock by the wayside to rest.\nThe beautiful mask-wearing woman sat down beside me.\n\"There are few who know about this spot.\"\n\"But it's the best place to watch the fireworks, you know?\"\n\nIt should have been a dream.\nWe hadn't met in ten years,\nAnd she had aged not a single day in those years, and yet...\n\n\"You've grown so much. Looks like we should pass on the game of fusen.\"\n\"I've brought wine, though. Let's watch the fireworks together. What do you say?\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Summer Night's Waterballoon",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "Water balloons can be seen everywhere during the summer festival, but none are as finely-wrought as this one.",
+		"story": "A beautiful water balloon filled with water.\nIn the ghost stories of Inazuma,\nThis is a memento from a chance meeting with something inhuman...\n\nDuring the summer festival, I was separated from my parents.\nIt was but a moment, but I had wanted to look at the water balloons,\nAnd let go my hand that had gripped on to my father's sleeve.\nBefore we knew it, the tide of people escorting the divine palanquin had washed us apart.\n\nI cried by the torii gates along the road to the shrine,\nAnd I counted the feet of the people ascending the mountain.\nI do not know when it happened,\nBut a beautiful lady with fox-like eyes had come to my side, and taken my hand.\n\n\"How preposterous, to leave such an adorable child here.\"\n\"So, how about it? Would you like to see the fireworks, throw some darts, and play fusen with me?\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Summer Night's Mask",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A popular mask cast in the image of a deity, as described in the legends.",
+		"story": "The mask of one indwelt by a deity.\nA mask that has been cast in the image of some legendary deity.\n\nPeople will often take on the guise of the fox of legend,\nCovering their faces with masks based on her divine visage,\nPerhaps wishing that they might gain her ability of transformation.\n\nIn Inazuma's legends, everything has a spirit.\n...But even so,\nIt is likely that most such beings would have long fled,\nDriven into the forests by the suppression of the Shogun.\n\nBut many people still believe in these divine foxes and the ability to be indwelt by them...\nThey believe that thousands of years of age may confer power upon animals.\nAs such, they also believe in what this fox mask represents.\n\nA note has been left on the back of this mask, written in a lovely hand.\n\"I'm sorry, I departed under the cover of the fireworks.\"\n\"We will most likely never meet again. Take care of yourself.\""
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Scholar",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Energy Recharge +20%",
+	"4pc": "Gaining Elemental Particles or Orbs gives 3 Energy to all party members who have a bow or a catalyst equipped. Can only occur once every 3s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Scholar's Bookmark",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A dried flower used as a bookmark. It has absorbed the scent from the pages.",
+		"story": "Flowers were a rare sight for the scholar who lived in her ivory tower, buried under piles of books.\nA 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.\nThe scholar accepted the gift gratefully and made a flower bookmark with it.\nEver since then, there has always been a splash of vivid color hidden somewhere in the pages of the dull piles of books."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Scholar's Quill Pen",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A bird's feather that serves as a quill pen. The tip has long been stained black.",
+		"story": "The scholar's quill pen is made from the feather of an exotic bird.\nAfter an enormous amount of writing, the feather has been stained black.\nIn all her years, the scholar never thought of changing her stained quill pen for a new one.\nJust as an old soldier feels most at ease with his own weapon, the scholar needed her familiar quill pen."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Scholar's Clock",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A delicate clock placed carefully on the scholar's desk.\nSpending days and nights in her study, the scholar lost all sense of time.\nThis exquisite clock served as a beacon guiding the scholar in her relentless pursuit of knowledge.\nThe time the scholar spent would prove to be fruitful. Knowledge would find its way to her."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Scholar's Ink Cup",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "Originally designed to hold drinking water, this cup was stained black after a scholar used it to wash their paint brushes.",
+		"story": "A delicate tea cup that belonged to a scholar. This treasured cup is made of light porcelain and gilded with gold stripes.\nThe 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.\nNot caring about the beauty and purpose of the tea cup, the scholar in her ivory tower dipped her quill pen in it.\nShe 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."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Scholar's Lens",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "This corrective lens helped restore the vision of one whose eyes were damaged from intensive studying.",
+		"story": "The pursuit of knowledge is a risky gamble. Even after devoting one's entire life to it, it may prove to have been futile.\nThe scholar spent half of her lifetime in endless research, taking notes and making calculations.\nHaving failed to find the answers she was looking for, she once hesitated and questioned her career choice, thus wasting further time.\nHer once sharp eyesight had also been damaged by intensive reading.\nAll this, and the answers she sought were still beyond her reach."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Shimenawa's Reminiscence",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "When casting an Elemental Skill, if the character has 15 or more Energy, they lose 15 Energy and Normal/Charged/Plunging Attack DMG is increased by 50% for 10s. This effect will not trigger again during that duration.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Entangling Bloom",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A lovely amulet made from twisted paper cord. It is said to hold the power to make wishes come true.",
+		"story": "An omamori crafted using an art known as Mizuhiki.\nIt is said to have the power to bind wishes and the reasons for those wishes within itself.\n\nOnce, I learned how to manage the affairs of the shrine under the tutelage of a mighty kitsune.\nBack then, I was just a young shrine maiden who had just arrived on Narukami from a small fishing village.\nI was duller than a teapot and had yet to lose the obstinate impulsiveness and curiosity of a child,\nI was always naively skeptical of the elegant but incomprehensible words of Lady Saiguu.\n\n\"Everything in the world is entangled. Hence, illusory visions were born out of concrete reality.\"\n\"The so-called omamori cannot make one's wishes come true at all, but they can make them eternal through this entanglement.\"\n\nSeeing my befuddled expression, a picture of complete confusion, Lady Kitsune couldn't help bursting into laughter,\nShe cheerfully knocked my head with her pipe and sneakily changed the subject.\n\n\"I suppose you've met your fated one as well, Hibiki?\"\n\n\"What sort of 'fate' could there be with a rude and reckless brute like that!\"\n\n\"Oh, is that so?\"\n\nBut darkness engulfed everything in the end.\nThat \"fate,\" too, was no more."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Shaft of Remembrance",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A demon-slaying arrow used by the shrine for prayers and to drive away catastrophes,\nIt is said to be capable of pursuing and destroying all demons.\n\nPeople often say that demon-slaying arrows can drive away evil, but evil is never an objective thing.\nEvil often stems from within our hearts, born out of delirious minds that have turned cold and ashen from terror.\nLady Saiguu has been gone for a long time now, and I am no longer that young shrine maiden training at the Grand Narukami Shrine.\nWhenever I hold that empty smoking pipe, I can feel that emptiness and dull pain hover over me like a phantom.\n\nHaving someone worth missing, losing someone whom I cannot help missing... And time keeps moving like a spinning wheel.\nSilent and tranquil, the Lady Kitsune's white form hidden in the deep darkness left a deep impression in the shrine maiden's dreams.\nThe Great Tengu went into self-imposed exile, enraged at her own incompetence as the Lady Saiguu's protector, leaving Teruyo behind.\nHarunosuke left for another country amid the fury of his mourning, while Nagamasa joined the Shogunate to clear the Mikoshi name.\nAs for the man who taught me archery in the sacred forest and patiently listened to my naïve promise under the scarlet sakura boughs,\nHe 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...\n\nI shall save him with our bow and arrows, to keep our promise, which ever veers towards breaking.\nI shall destroy evil with our bow and arrows, exorcising folly and needless obsession.\n\n\"Come see me, you idiotic problem gambler.\"\n\"And don't lose your way this time, Konbumaru.\"\n\nStill, who won the last throw of the dice...\nShe touched the bow lightly while pondering such unimportant things."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Morning Dew's Moment",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "An elegant watch adorned with a shrine bell.\nThe hands always point toward the wee hours of the morning.\n\nAs the sky brightens, morning dew condenses and then disappears.\nAs beautiful as this colorful scenery may be, it is still short-lived.\n\nI once enjoyed the chirping of cicadas and the moonlight with Lady Saiguu on a slope in the middle of an autumn night.\nBack then, I was just a shrine maiden from the country, young and stubborn.\nLike a chirping finch, noisily insisting on my own view.\nA faint smile that crossed the mouth of the Lady Kitsune fascinated me, but her words were — and remain — incomprehensible:\n\n\"Trying to hold on to a moment's beauty is like foolishly trying to grasp the morning dew.\"\n\"Like the morning dew, I have already passed away. All you have seen of me is but a residual vision, born of your wishes.\"\n\nIn that vague memory, she kept saying some incomprehensible things. Her expression as sorrowful as the eighth month's moon, and I suddenly...\nThen she rapped me over the head with her tobacco pipe, wearing her usual expression of rebuke and mockery:\n\n\"Hibiki, the sun's about to rise.\"\n\"We should head back.\""
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Hopeful Heart",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A special fortune-telling cylindrical object. The mechanism at the bottom allows one to easily remove all unwanted wish sticks.",
+		"story": "A special slip cylinder that the shrine uses for fortune-telling,\nIt is supposedly infused with good fortune that the kitsune have imparted upon it.\n\nFortune telling is born from the questions of lost people. Thus, be it good or bad fortune, it will help them navigate their future.\nIn other words, there are only lost people, and no inaccurate fortunes.\nI've learned a lot while studying at the shrine. Now, even someone as dull-witted as I am has learned how to talk like a mighty kitsune.\nDuring this time, even someone as inhuman as the mighty Yougou Tengu has gotten a daughter.\nEven that leatherhead Konbumaru has also become one of the Shogun's own Hatamoto, and shall soon marry the daughter of a high-ranking samurai.\n\n\"Such a lovely kid. Even the great Yougou Tengu, who used to kill all day for fun, had the mother inside her brought out... just a little.\"\n\"Still... the shrine is always missing the liveliness of children. That's not good. Say, Hibiki, how would you like to be a kid again?\"\n\nThe Lady Kitsune's joke was out of line as always, coming forth with the self-serving scent of sakura wine.\n\n\"Aw, Hibiki, why the long face? How about this, then? I, the Lady Saiguu, shall tell your fortune for you!\"\n\"Haha, see? See, it's \"Great Fortune.\" \"Great Fortune\"! You know what that means?\"\n\"It means that you took away all the bad fortune slips. Please stop mocking me, Lady Saiguu.\"\n\"No... it means that the person you're missing will be lucky enough to become a part of your memories forever.\"\n\nThat's why you have to be strong and must live on for a long, long time.\nEven if all the people you cherish are gone, as long as you are still alive,\nThe time you spent with them will never perish..."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Capricious Visage",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A well-preserved ceremonial fox mask. A small, enigmatic smile ever graces its lips.",
+		"story": "A bright and elegant festival mask that once belonged to a certain miko.\nA faint smile curls the edges of the mask's lips, but there is no real light in its eyes.\n\nI've spent much time training at the Grand Shrine, and I must say that I've matured a lot.\nAt the very least, I'm not as foolish as I was when I was young, and I'm more independent now.\nBut for some reason, the more I grow, the more Lady Saiguu's face seems to fall under a shadow.\nWhat emerges on her face is not anxiety nor fear, but rather a sorrowful reluctance...\n\n\"Life is full of uncertainty. Love is fleeting, and even lasting memories may be lost.\"\n\"Losing one's memory is no different from losing one's life. It is like death amidst darkness eternal.\"\n\nThis time, even a faint smile could not conceal her sorrow.\nThough this is a festive day, it seems more like a farewell.\n\n\"Right, then. Why don't you tell me about the idiot Konbumaru?\"\n\"What's wrong? Still afraid that an old hag like me will steal him from you?\""
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Tenacity of the Millelith",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "HP +20%",
+	"4pc": "When an Elemental Skill hits an opponent, the ATK of all nearby party members is increased by 20% and their Shield Strength is increased by 30% for 3s. This effect can be triggered once every 0.5s. This effect can still be triggered even when the character who is using this artifact set is not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Flower of Accolades",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower made from gold leaf. It represents the glories and honors attained by its wearer.",
+		"story": "In an age when solemn songs were sung from the clifftops, a meteorite once fell into the Chasm.\nOut of the depths of the boundless night sky above, the iron meteorite plummeted to the ground, turning the earth to Glazed Sand Crystal on impact.\n\nThough human life is fleeting, Rex Lapis personally ordered the Millelith to rush to the defense of the mines.\nAs the Abyss flooded forth, the Millelith escorted countless civilians to safety.\nMiners tell tales of a small number of troops from the rearguard, who remained in the Chasm.\nTogether with the nameless yaksha, they fought courageously until they, too, made the ultimate sacrifice among the jagged rocks.\n\nIn time, the names of both mortals and adepti alike were forgotten. In time, even the mountains and rivers change form.\nYet there will never come a time when their honorable deeds shall be forgotten. Like this gold-leafed flower, they will shine on forever.\n500 years on, the harbor city remains as steadfastly peaceful today as the day the disaster was quelled.\nAnd still, the troops wear this golden flower with pride, in honor of the sacrifice made by their forebears."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Ceremonial War-Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A falcon feather worn on ceremonial occasions. It displays the dignity and resolve of Liyue Harbor to the outside world.",
+		"story": "As a mark of military service, the Millelith use the feathers of high-altitude birds of prey to adorn their uniforms.\nThese tail feathers are only worn on ceremonial occasions. They boost the morale of the citizenry and fill visiting outlanders with a sense of awe.\n\nIt is said that in its inception, this ceremonial custom was inspired by the nameless yaksha.\nIn 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.\nIn the end, the brave yaksha and fearless citizenry would sink into an exhausted slumber in the dark lair of the enemy.\nRex Lapis was moved by their sacrifice and observed a prolonged vow of silence among the low murmuring of the mountain stone.\nThe people claim that the nameless yaksha that defended The Chasm was not, in fact, under the command of Rex Lapis.\nInstead, they believe that it was an act of redemption from a longstanding sin... a price paid for cowardice and dereliction of duty.\n\nWhatever the truth of the matter, the yaksha that had once soared through celestial heights had now returned to a free existence amongst the clouds.\nAs for the soldiers, trapped in eternal slumber in the depths of The Chasm... their legend continues to evolve with the flow of time."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Orichalceous Time-Dial",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A simple device for telling time. This was once standard-issue for the Millelith during times of war.",
+		"story": "A hardy timepiece powered by sunlight and moonlight, capable of capturing rays of light even on the darkest of days.\nWhen Liyue was threatened by a pitch-black malice, this time-dial helped the soldiers to remember the warmth of the sun.\n\nIn 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.\nTo 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.\nThey fixed a unified marching pace and schedule so that one squadron of mortal soldiers would take the battlefield as the one before them retreated.\nThis cycle of advance and retreat continued all the way to the depths of the Chasm, where yaksha and valiant soldiers both fell.\n\n100 years later, this timepiece was unearthed by a miner. Its bronze surface sparkled in the bright starlight.\nUrban 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.\nSome 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.\nAs for what this individual's true motive was, perhaps only the unyielding forward march of time can finally deliver a satisfying explanation."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Noble's Pledging Vessel",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A golden cup used by the Millelith to take their oaths. Still bears the lovely scent of wine.",
+		"story": "When the Millelith was first founded, Liyue was still a savage and dangerous place.\nThe elders of towns, villages, and tribes would pledge oaths of allegiance with a golden cup.\nAs a show of loyalty to Rex Lapis and duty to their countrymen,\nThey selected valiant soldiers from all regions. These soldiers became known as the Millelith.\n\nThey would go on to take up arms with a yaksha in battle, fighting from the rearguard. They too drank from that golden cup.\nIt was a final toast to the benevolent and majestic Lord of Geo. With their gaze fixed ahead of them, they stormed into the abyss.\nHundreds of years later, a conceited adventurer retrieved the cup from the depths of The Chasm and washed away the imperfections.\nMiraculously, the cup remained whole and untarnished by the passage of time. The pitch-dark of that subterranean realm had failed to remove its radiance.\n\nYet more centuries passed. Eventually, the people of Liyue would tell tales of an era of catastrophe and a nameless yaksha,\nTales of how heroes from disparate heritages and different lands united under a single banner against the Abyss...\nInevitably, 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."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "General's Ancient Helm",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A splendorous helmet from ages past. Clean the dust away and it will look brand-new once more.",
+		"story": "The commander who fought together with the nameless yaksha fell in the line of duty,\nAs did the handful of his compatriots who fought alongside him.\nTo ensure that the afflicted civilians could safely escape, and to maintain their honor in the eyes of the Lord of Geo,\nThe helmet-clad troops of the front line took the lead, pointing their spears towards the Abyss and charging into battle.\n\nDisaster arrived in the land of glaze, and a horde of ancient foes came surging forth.\nAt the order of Rex Lapis, the yaksha fought a bloody battle against the warped creations of the Abyss.\nThe fight went on until the last drop of blood had soaked into the battlefield and all that was impure had been cleansed.\nAs the tide of the Abyss receded, the glaze sands shone gloriously once more,\n\nBut when the gloom that had filled the skies above The Chasm had finally dissipated, the yaksha disappeared without a trace.\nAs for the general and his men who left their helmets on the battlefield, they rest there in peace forevermore."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "The Exile",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Energy Recharge +20%",
+	"4pc": "Using an Elemental Burst regenerates 2 Energy for all party members (excluding the wearer) every 2s for 6s. This effect cannot stack.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Exile's Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A withered flower worn on the shirt. Its former owner insisted on wearing it even in exile, so it must mean something.",
+		"story": "It all happened before the exiled aristocrat was involved in the family feud.\nThis flower bloomed before the first blood was shed.\nHaving witnessed the cruelty of humanity, the exile left his kindness and gentleness in the past.\nBut this faded flower and the innocent smile he once had will always be his treasure."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Exile's Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "Not an actual accessory per se. Just a random bird feather that was found somewhere in the wilderness by the exile.",
+		"story": "Through plains and forests, the exile traveled alone in the wild.\nThrough thick layers of dark clouds, an azure feather fell on his shoulder.\nThe feather came from a panicked bird escaping from the falcon, just like the exile.\nThe feather represents the spirit of a nestless, free bird, just like the exile."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Exile's Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "Even after the crystal watch face was shattered and the hands lost, its former owner kept it until the end.",
+		"story": "The aristocrat acquired this pocket watch back in his youth.\nThis delicate timepiece recorded every moment of his childhood.\nBut tragedy brought his carefree days to an abrupt end.\nThe aristocrat was forced into a long and lonesome exile."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Exile's Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A dull goblet made of a heavy metal. It was once inlaid with gemstones, but they have since been stripped off.",
+		"story": "This silver goblet is a family heirloom of an exiled aristocrat. The exterior was once inlaid with a gem engraved with his family crest.\nBut after the exile had brought shame to his family, he carved out the symbol of which he was once proud.\nAs a result, this cup is broken and can no longer hold liquid.\nBut the exile still carries it with him until the end of his journey."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Exile's Circlet",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A prestigious circlet. However, the royal insignia has been scratched out, and it is no longer the symbol of distinguished status that it once was.",
+		"story": "As a child, the exile lived in a noble house. His childhood was carefree, and his playground was a palace built with silver.\nIn the times of old, the circlet of his father was a symbol of gentility and nobility.\nHowever, years later, a family feud painted the collapsing palace blood-red.\nThe circlet became the evidence of the exile's crime and has been with the exile ever since."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Thundering Fury",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Electro DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "Increases DMG caused by Overloaded, Electro-Charged, Superconduct, and Hyperbloom by 40%, and the DMG Bonus conferred by Aggravate is increased by 20%. When Quicken or the aforementioned Elemental Reactions are triggered, Elemental Skill CD is decreased by 1s. Can only occur once every 0.8s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Thunderbird's Mercy",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "A purple wild flower that survived in the volcanic ash.\nIt witnessed the total decimation of the ancient tribe.\n\nWith an innocent's blood, the shaman summoned the Thunderbird.\nThey made their offerings, waiting for the Thunderbird to reveal and the oracles.\nHowever, what descended with the Thunderbird, was the lightning of destruction.\n\nFor the transgression against the young lad who sang to it, the sentence was total obliteration.\nThe Thunderbird showed its true nature, wiping the tribe from the face of the earth."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Survivor of Catastrophe",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A lightning-charged feather that still flickers with the wrath of the Thunderbird's cruel retribution.",
+		"story": "The lost feather of the Thunderbird enchanted in purple lightning.\nIt serves as the last witness of the destruction of the tribe.\n\nThe ancient tribe held the Thunderbird as its protector. But it rained down thunder upon the tribe.\nOn one gloomy night, it shared a pure friendship with the lad.\nOnce it departed, the lad picked up the feather it dropped.\n\n\"I shall sing you another tune,\nWhen you come again with thunder and rain.\"\n\nDriven to madness by the remorse of a promise unkept,\nThe Thunderbird left the mountain in cinders.\nIt was hunted down years after, slain as a monster.\n\nYears passed, the burned land revitalized.\nThe lightning-feather was left buried in the vegetation.\nThe story of the Thunderbird and the young lad all but perished with the tribe."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Hourglass of Thunder",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "The hourglass used to foretell the coming of the Thunderbird by the tribe that worshiped it. It has fallen into eternal silence now that the tribe is no more.",
+		"story": "A luxurious hourglass belonging to the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird.\nAs the tribe faded away, so did the hourglass.\n\nA luxurious hourglass, made with amethyst and amber gold, that belonged to a shaman.\nThe hourglass would serve its purpose for the festival held in the Thunderbird's honor.\n\nIn the last festival the tribe held, the frenzied Thunderbird blew away the bloodstained altar.\nThe countdown to the arrival of the protector became the countdown to the tribe's destruction.\nThe Thunderbird decimated the tribe to avenge the one who sang to it.\n\nUnbeknownst to the Thunderbird, the lad himself considered his sacrifice as an offering.\nAll for the good of the tribe, for the blessings of the Thunderbird."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Omen of Thunderstorm",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A ceremonial cup that holds the blood of the innocent. It is brimming with the thundering fury of the prayers that echo within.",
+		"story": "A ritual goblet used by the shamans of an ancient tribe.\nIt held the blood to be offered to the Thunderbird.\n\nIn the seasons when the Thunderbird flew amidst the stormy mountains, a young lad sang without fear.\nAttracted to his voice, the prideful Thunderbird landed by his side.\n\n\"Curious tunes, tiny human. Afraid not of thunder and storms?\n\"They said I can bring peace to thunder and storms.\"\n\nThe young lad paused and answered.\nThe Thunderbird cried but kept its silence.\nFor his was an enchanting song.\n\nIt was the first and last meeting between the Thunderbird and the young boy.\nFor the next she saw of the boy was when his blood filled the golden goblet on the sacrificial altar."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Thunder Summoner's Crown",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A crown once worn by an ancient shaman who worshiped the Thunderbird. The capricious beast remained unmoved by the shaman's devotion.",
+		"story": "In the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird,\nelder shamans worn this crown.\n\nThe Thunderbird soared through the thunderstorms, raining down purple thunder and rain.\nAncient tribes feared its powers and thanked it for its blessings.\nShamans were chosen to offer blood sacrifices to it for protection and forgiveness.\n\nThe Thunderbird was still a monster that cared not for the worship of mankind.\nThey knew it not, and regarded the unpredictable actions of the Thunderbird as divine revelations.\nYet thunder was its breath, as were the fates of men.\nFrom the sky, men were no different from animals.\n\nUntil one day a song pierced through the roaring thunderstorm.\nThe song ripped through the clouds, and bestowed upon it, light."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Thundersoother",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Electro RES increased by 40%.",
+	"4pc": "Increases DMG against opponents affected by Electro by 35%.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Thundersoother's Heart",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower that blooms even amidst ferocious thunder and lightning. To this day, it still grants courage to travelers in thunderstorms.",
+		"story": "A purple flower plucked in a thunderstorm.\nWhoever wears it will no longer fear the thunder and lightning.\n\nThis flower blossoms only in thunderstorms, and never withers despite the constant rain.\nThis is the Flower of Thunder. Kneeling before it, the Thundersoother plucked it with reverence.\n\nThe Thundersoother wore this flower on his chest at all times as he fearlessly faced the thunder and lightning.\nEven when fighting the fierce Beast of Thunder, his resolve never wavered.\nTo the Thundersoother, wearing this purple flower may have been merely an act of whimsy,\nbut to travelers, the flower was the source of the unfaltering resolve that conquered the thunder."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Thundersoother's Plume",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "An insignia made in the shape of the plume of a falcon that soared through the storms.\nIts wearer can almost feel the booming of thunder and the heat of a volcano.\n\nFearing neither the thunder nor the volcano,\nthe falcon left its plume in the burnt woods.\nThe Thundersoother fashioned an amethyst insignia in the plume's likeness.\nThe purple insignia shimmered with light under the gaze of enemies.\nOn this small object lightning glittered,\nas if to foreshadow the downfall of the Beast of Thunder.\n\nLike the falcon, the Thundersoother conquered both thunder and flames,\nand eventually beheaded the Beast of Thunder."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Hour of Soothing Thunder",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A timepiece kept by the hero who conquered thunder and lightning. The tiny shards of Electro crystal within flow back and forth with the passing of time.",
+		"story": "An hourglass the Thundersoother once used. Flowing within it is not sand, but tiny Electro shards.\nThe shards shatter and flow down as time passes, then merge together at the bottom of the hourglass.\n\nThe Thundersoother who defeated the Beast of Thunder crafted this hourglass from amethyst.\nThe passage of time is just like lightning. It bursts through the sky and is gone in a flash.\nEven the Thundersoother could not conquer the flash of time.\n\nWithin this hourglass, even thunder and lightning have to obey the never-changing law of time.\nIn the hourglass, the shards shatter and merge countless times while time silently flashes by.\nObserving this taught the Thundersoother about the cycle of life and death. Empowered with this knowledge, he was able to defeat the beast."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Thundersoother's Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "The wine goblet from which the Thundersoother, who defeated the Beast of Thunder, once drank violet lightning.",
+		"story": "A goblet that once belonged to the Thundersoother.\nPerhaps its former owner once used it to drink the thunder.\n\nMighty as he was, the Thundersoother was a mere mortal with human feelings.\nRage and ecstasy would come and go in a flash, just like the pounding thunder.\nThis goblet witnessed not only the feats of the Thundersoother, but also his sorrow and laughter.\n\nFrom this goblet was drunk the wine used in the sacrificial slaying of the Thundersoother's family.\nFrom this goblet came the courage that helped the Thundersoother venture forth into the beast's cave.\nFrom this goblet came the sole source of companionship for the Thundersoother, who spent his final days in solitude."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Thundersoother's Diadem",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "The crown given to the Thundersoother for defeating the Beast of Thunder that had been wreaking havoc upon the land.",
+		"story": "A very ancient diadem.\nIt shines with the light of the pacified lightning.\n\nThe ferocious Beast of Thunder\nonce enslaved people with its mighty lightning.\nBut its lightning existed only in a flash,\nand like the lightning, its mightiness soon disappeared.\n\nThe Thundersoother defeated the beast in a lightning storm.\nHe claimed this diadem as his trophy.\nBut the past can never be fully pacified."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/tinymiracle.json

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+{
+	"name": "Tiny Miracle",
+	"rarity": [
+		"3",
+		"4"
+	],
+	"2pc": "All Elemental RES increased by 20%.",
+	"4pc": "Incoming elemental DMG increases corresponding Elemental RES by 30% for 10s. Can only occur once every 10s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Tiny Miracle's Flower",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A flower that grew from a rock, breaking through the stone as it strove to reach the light.",
+		"story": "A little blue flower that sprouted between the cracks of an old tombstone.\nThe carvings on the tombstone are a legacy of death, yet what sprouted from its cracks was the miracle of life."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Tiny Miracle's Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A feather from a bird of prey that flies almost too fast for the human eye to detect.",
+		"story": "Plucked from a falcon that was as fast as the wind. The mere existence of such a bird is a miracle.\nIt was gifted with clear vision and sharp claws.\nWith its broad wings, its gliding speed was unparalleled."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Tiny Miracle's Hourglass",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "Just an ordinary, everyday hourglass. Turn it upside down and sure enough, the dry sand starts trickling down like water.",
+		"story": "It is often said that one may achieve victory by striving, but receive a miracle only by waiting.\nBut is it not a miracle that fine sand was once a hard rock?\nIs it not too a miracle that we met each other?"
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Tiny Miracle's Goblet",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A cup commonly used for fortune-telling. It can also hold water, of course.",
+		"story": "A clear goblet glittering with starlight.\nIn the past it was used to tell fortunes,\nFor the water it held was believed to reflect the Starry Sea."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Tiny Miracle's Earrings",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A cheap accessory that is actually made from ancient meteoric ore.",
+		"story": "An inexpensive pair of earrings made from metal that shines like the stars.\nWhat the sellers don't know is that the shine of these earrings comes from the fallen stars of ancient times."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Traveling Doctor",
+	"rarity": [
+		"1",
+		"2",
+		"3"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases incoming healing by 20%.",
+	"4pc": "Using Elemental Burst restores 20% HP.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Traveling Doctor's Silver Lotus",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A precious medicinal ingredient that has lost all medicinal value after years in storage.",
+		"story": "The doctor traveled across the land in search of rare herbs, with the zeal of an adventurer.\nOn a steep cliff between slippery rocks, she found this silver lotus.\nThe lotus was never made into medicine, but its scent gave her the strength to go on from that day forward."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Traveling Doctor's Owl Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Even the pitch-black night could not stand between the traveling doctor and her patients.\nDanger lurks in every corner at night. Those who venture out must be as vigilant as the owl.\nBut unlike the owl, the endless nights without rest eventually took their toll on the traveling doctor, and she fell ill."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Traveling Doctor's Pocket Watch",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A precise instrument used for keeping time. For a doctor, every second counts.",
+		"story": "When treating a dying patient, every second counts.\nThe accuracy of this watch had helped the traveling doctor turn the tide numerous times.\nBut 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.\nWhat used to be a tool to save lives now sang a final elegy for its owner."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Traveling Doctor's Medicine Pot",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "This pot used to carry concentrated and extremely potent concoctions. It is now empty, but still gives off a strong smell of medicine.",
+		"story": "The medicine has long dried up, but its bitter smell still lingers in this pot.\nWith that bitter medicine, the traveling doctor saved countless lives.\nAnd when she fell seriously ill, no one was there for her except for the medicine pot on the furnace."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Traveling Doctor's Handkerchief",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Back when the traveling doctor roamed from place to place, her days were busy and she hurried between appointments.\nCome sun or rain, nothing could keep her from her work.\nThis handkerchief not only protected her messy hair, it also served as a bandage.\nIt saw her through all her hardships and became her most loyal partner on her journey."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/vermillionhereafter.json

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+{
+	"name": "Vermillion Hereafter",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "ATK +18%.",
+	"4pc": "After using an Elemental Burst, this character will gain the Nascent Light effect, increasing their ATK by 8% for 16s. When the character's HP decreases, their ATK will further increase by 10%. This further increase can occur this way a maximum of 4 times. This effect can be triggered once every 0.8s. Nascent Light will be dispelled when the character leaves the field. If an Elemental Burst is used again during the duration of Nascent Light, the original Nascent Light will be dispelled.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Flowering Life",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An ancient memento. It still looks as alive as the being that preserved it several centuries ago.",
+		"story": "Even the ancient cinnabar cliffs were once home to lovely blooming flowers.\nEven in the era when blackened blood flowed freely, they were not stained by even the smallest smidge of mud.\n\nWhile the Millelith stands guard, evil shall never prevail. Even should the enemy be dark demons, this would not change.\nThe silent mountain people and the steel moon constructed their peaceful camp.\n\n\"Oh daughter of the cliffs of Glazed Sand Crystal, weep not for me.\"\n\"I was born in the shade of Tianheng, and I fight to repay Rex Lapis' mercy.\"\n\"I entrust my life to the four-armed Yaksha, and we shall go into the glowing depths.\"\n\"The shadowed road of the darkest pits we shall tread, we shall brave the stony crystal halls.\"\n\"We will face the defilement arising from the depths, the twisted beasts that dwell there.\"\n\"These horrors and their strangeness shall not put me to flight or fear.\"\n\nThe night wind interrupted the Millelith soldier's words, causing him to be unable to finish what he had to say.\nHe simply left this small flower for that young daughter of the mountain tribe as a memento, a ward against forgetting.\n\n\"The only thing I truly fear is to be lost and forgotten.\"\n\"Should ill fate dictate that I am to be buried in some nameless place, do not forget me.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Feather of Nascent Light",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "A dimly lustrous pinion steeped in strong memories.",
+		"story": "Legend has it that a hero once plucked an eagle's feather from atop the highest cliff of The Chasm.\nIt is also said that those who could accomplish such a deed earned the right to die alongside the adepti.\n\n\"Going to one's death willingly in defense of the people... A good cause indeed.\"\n\"Yet, if you think about it, this would be akin to a fish sinking into a deep pool or a bird plummeting into a forge.\"\n\"I may yet achieve my own desire, but we shall go unknown, and ultimately unremembered.\"\n\"Mortals like us are like feathers caught up in a whirlwind, floating into the deep sky.\"\n\"Saving, defending... In the end, these are all pointless things, void of meaning.\"\n\nThese dark murmurings shook the hearts of those who would never make a name for themselves.\n\nBut the battle was over in the end, and many a soldier would rest eternally in the cavernous depths.\nThe freakish cries of the dark forces were also silenced like fading ripples...\nAnd though mortal spans are short, the land will forever remember."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Solar Relic",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An ancient timepiece with a mighty solid look. Its luster is produced by sand crystal.",
+		"story": "It is said that Rex Lapis was still young, the sun was a chariot that raced across the earth.\nWhen the three sisters of the night sky were martyred in a calamity, the solar chariot fell into a deep gorge.\nThe mountain people, taking it for a sign, repaired the device, allowing it to shine through the darkness again.\nAnd though it was returned to its constant westward cycle, a single piece would forever remain behind.\nWhen they moved to the city, they would grind that fragment into crystals and sell it to someone who knew its value...\n\n\"Hey, hey, that's a joke, right? I mean, you can't trust these baseless folktales, can you?\"\n\"The merchants of Shenglu Hall have long left their obscurity and forgotten their past.\"\n\"Glittering Sand Crystal cannot easily be made into lacquerware, after all, nor is it suited to making luxury paints.\"\n\"According to the miners at The Chasm — and mind you don't believe this story too readily either—\"\n\"This timepiece and sand crystal came from the Millelith five hundred years ago.\"\n\nIn the lightless abyss where light wrestled against darkness, even one with a Yaksha's might could not hold out for long.\nAnd all the more did mere mortals need light to prevent them from getting lost in the steel curtain of devouring night.\nThe Millelith thus collected glowing sand to light the way, and it just so happened to resemble the pale moonlight.\nThe 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."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Moment of the Pact",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An old cup made of sand crystal. Its luster is somehow undimmed by age.",
+		"story": "This place known as The Chasm has shone with a cinnabar luster since ancient days.\nThe mountain miners and the metropolitan merchants still tell the legend of a Yaksha...\nPeople say that the lone traveler with four arms once came to the barren wastes where the star fell.\nHearing that this wandering figure's evil-exorcising travels had now brought them hence, the tribes-people of the mountains came forward one after another:\n\n\"Guest from afar, please accept our wine, and hear our plea.\"\n\"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.\"\n\"But the heavens have graced us with stores of precious stones and marvelous jade, and we carve the jagged rock for a living.\"\n\"Thanks to the grace of Rex Lapis, our lives are, while not ideal, at least free of terror.\"\n\"Yet things have changed, and a dark shadow is cast over the blessing we have received from the fallen star.\"\n\"We do not have any precious gifts to present as a pledge, but still we beg for your succor.\"\n\nThe guest heard the elders' plea, and silently drank every drop of that bitter wine.\nThe guest promised nothing, and did not chastise the mortals for their insolence, but simply turned east, disregarding all attempts to make them stay.\n\nAs for what came after, all now know what happened...\n\nBut the simple crystal-sand wine cup that the guest shared with the tribal elders remains to this day as a testament to their pact."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Thundering Poise",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "Tianqiu once played host to a Yaksha, four-armed and mighty.\nHe came to The Chasm from afar, to the praises of the tribes.\nA feast they put forth for him, the food in abundance.\nBlade in hand, he entered The Chasm, a disaster to still.\nMighty as a demon, purple bale-fire shone in his eyes.\nThe lightning pierced the deathly shadow, and thunder dissolved the darkness.\nThe clouds hid the abyss, maw stretching to devour the firmament.\nThe wild wind howled, the cinnabar sweeping the darkness.\nThe mountain ranges shock, and the gorges caved in.\nThe depths cried out as they collapsed, and then all was silent.\nThe dense clouds solidified sundown-light as the perching birds sang sadly:\n\"Do you not hear? The drums die in the north wind, the hero sinks into the vortex.\"\n\"Have you not seen? The Yaksha's battle for the dawn — alas for a life so spent.\""
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/viridescentvenerer.json

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+{
+	"name": "Viridescent Venerer",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Anemo DMG Bonus +15%",
+	"4pc": "Increases Swirl DMG by 60%. Decreases opponent's Elemental RES to the element infused in the Swirl by 40% for 10s.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "In Remembrance of Viridescent Fields",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A wild flower that was once a ubiquitous sight in its homeland. It was picked by a hunter who wore it on their chest.",
+		"story": "A white wild flower that used to cover the earth.\nIt has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance.\n\nIn the days when wildlife still roamed the earth and monsters had not yet appeared,\nthe Viridescent Venerer would use this flower to conceal her human scent.\nThus it was said that to seek the silent and gentle Viridescent Venerer,\none simply need to close one's eyes and walk barefoot through the forest, following the subtle fragrance of wild flowers.\nOnly those who could tread as softly as a hunter could avoid making the leaves crackle underfoot, alerting the queen of hunters to their presence.\n\nIt was also said that the one who eventually found the hunter was a boy.\nAt that time, disaster had just befallen the ancient kingdom and misery was spreading across the land."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Viridescent Arrow Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "The fletching of an arrow that once pierced right through its prey, but somehow still remains spotless.",
+		"story": "A glossy and shining feather of a falcon. It once served as a fine fletching on one of the Viridescent Venerer's arrows.\n\nIn the past, when the Viridescent Venerer's arrow hit its target,\nshe would come down and stroke the fur of her prey gently until its life force returned to nature in peace.\nFor she knew that one day, she too would embark on a journey to the place where the souls of her prey rested.\n\nThe Viridescent Venerer believed that at the end of her life, she would wake up from reality,\nand be reunited with the departed at an endless hunting ground.\n\nBut she also believed that the moment her arrow pierced through the monster that had killed the boy,\nthat endless hunting ground at the end of her life was gone from her grasp.\nFor she killed that mutated monster not for the sake of survival,\nbut out of vengeance and suffering."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Viridescent Venerer's Determination",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "A wondrous instrument that a hunter once wore. It forever points towards their prey.",
+		"story": "A delicate device used for wayfinding.\n\nLegend has it that when the Viridescent Venerer walked barefoot on the fields,\nthe grass beneath her feet would tell her what the birds in the trees could see,\nand the mud she trod on would tell her what the roots in the earth could hear.\n\nBut it is said that ever since disaster struck, the grass and trees never spoke again.\nFor the God of the Woods had died in the disaster.\n\nSince then, she relied on this device for direction when hunting.\nAt the request of a boy she encountered, she ceased hunting birds and beasts.\nInstead, she made the monsters that brought destruction and suffering her prey."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Viridescent Venerer's Vessel",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "A water pouch used by the Viridescent Venerer. Its capacity is much greater than one would expect.",
+		"story": "A very robust and leakproof vessel.\nA legendary hunter known as the Viridescent Venerer once used it to collect whispers by the campfire.\n\nOne night, the Viridescent Venerer picked up the scent of other human beings.\nAs a hunter, she feared neither wolf packs nor monsters.\nWhat she feared far more than this was joining the chatter by the campfire.\nFor she had long forgotten how to speak human language.\n\nEven after rejoining the humans and accepting her place as Viridescent Venerer, no one ever heard her say a single word.\nSimilarly, no one ever saw her leave a single trace behind.\n\nThe Viridescent Venerer collected the laughter she heard that night and stored it in her vessel.\nFor many years, she would listen back to the voices in the vessel whenever she felt lonely."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Viridescent Venerer's Diadem",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A proud crown that once belonged to the Viridescent Venerer. It is as lush and green as the breezes of the wild.",
+		"story": "A hunter's hat without any blood stains.\nIn folklore, it belonged to the uncrowned queen of hunters — the Viridescent Venerer.\n\n\"Never become the foe of the earth and the forest.\" This was the hunters' rule.\nInstead, a hunter should become a silent part of nature.\nIt is said that a bird once built its nest in this hat.\n\nNone could ever bestow a crown upon the queen of hunters,\nsince the only one superior to her was nature itself.\n\nIn the crisis that soon followed, her hunter's hat became\na frightful sight for monsters to behold."
+	}
+}

English/artifacts/vourukashasglow.json

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+{
+	"name": "Vourukasha's Glow",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "HP +20%",
+	"4pc": "Elemental Skill and Elemental Burst DMG will be increased by 10%. After the equipping character takes DMG, the aforementioned DMG Bonus is increased by 80% for 5s. This effect increase can have 5 stacks. The duration of each stack is counted independently. These effects can be triggered even when the equipping character is not on the field.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Stamen of Khvarena's Origin",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "An insignia in the shape of a lovely little flower that was once worn by pilgrims in times long bygone.",
+		"story": "\"My innocent daughter, my Khvarena...\"\n\"I shall give you unto another mother. Love her, and be loyal to her.\"\n\"She is no less than I, and her light is yet more radiant than mine.\"\n\"I once encountered a faceless nightmare in my dreams, and it frightened me to no end.\"\n\"And so I separated you from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming.\"\n\n\"My Khvarena, the light of my eyes...\"\n\"I once warned her of the coming of the dark tide, and it is from this that your destiny arises.\"\n\"Please do not be afraid, and do not flee, do not let your Khvarena dim, and do not disgrace your mother.\"\n\"Just as it is my fate to sacrifice myself for mortals, so too is sacrifice the beautiful prelude to new life...\"\n\"Go now, into your verdant mother's embrace. You shall find your destiny in her realm.\"\n\n\"My Khvarena, my pure daughter...\"\n\"You shall change utterly. You shall face the trial of division and death.\"\n\"And after that, you shall become immortal — and yet that shall be a harder road still...\"\n\"The lord of sweet dew and the lord of grass and trees shall precede you in losing their divine forms...\"\n\"They shall be forgotten, and only the memory of your sacrifice will be remembered.\"\n\n\"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers...\"\n\"If you are resolved to not retreat out of fear...\"\n\"Then throw yourself into the embrace of your new mistress.\""
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Vibrant Pinion",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "An exquisite feather-shaped decoration on which the vivid hues of verdant leaves and fragrant flowers shimmer.",
+		"story": "In a time no one remembers, the night before the sandstorm of tragedy swept through paradise...\nThe flowers and the trees once spoke of the mortal realms, their hopes, and their desolate future.\nThe ones who must not be approached brought about the gray death, and the dark tide ravaged the raw river banks,\nOnly for the newborn plants and beasts to unite with mortals and push the rolling sinister waves back.\n\nIn 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,\nCharging her with the protection of two worlds, with the guardianship of the border between new birth and death.\nThe 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...\nIt was only when disaster came that she awakened, and went to her inevitable doom.\nLater, just as that person had prophesied sadly, the deathly, silent gloom would permeate the rainforest...\nJust as that covenant fellow had warned, the tides of dark beasts swarmed forth and swept through the newly-birthed forests...\n\nThe 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,\nAnd yet even that pure sea would dry up in a desolate land destroyed by the Abyss.\nYet the mistress of grass and trees had no time to mourn, for the mother-tree of numberless seeds needed to be nurtured...\nTo cleanse the dark impurities and ensure the purity of the Amrita, Simurgh would shatter its divine form—\n\n\"All beautiful things born from the Khvarena of flowers must face their fate — to wither and fall into the mud,\"\n\"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.'\""
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Ancient Abscission",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An ancient timepiece upon which the light of Khvarena gleams. It is filled with a pure liquid that appears alive.",
+		"story": "\"I shall give you a shard of Khvarena, my friend. Keep her close, and keep her safe.\"\n\"She comes from the wisdom of the flowers and the veins of the skies, and in her is the pure essence of life.\"\n\"Khvarena is a point in the flower's heart, a single drop of light in a sea of sweet dew.\"\n\"Please treasure my gift, until the day when the dark abyss rises to drown all life...\"\n\nThe leaves and flowers passed the distant fable between them, and it was remembered by the fruits and seeds.\nWhen the mistress of flowers had withered into dust, when the master of the desert had been led astray by a false dream,\nWhen the tyrants had been buried beneath the ever-shifting dunes and their ambitions were extinguished,\nWhen 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...\nThe queen of the grass and trees watched the world change quietly, remembering her earnest covenant with those who had fallen.\n\n\"Please protect this Khvarena for me, my companion, my friend whom I love.\"\n\"When we are gone, the mortals shall wander, lost, like infants newly taken from their swaddling,\"\n\"Fragile, yet sufficiently strong to conquer the wild winds, the searing flames, and their own imperfections.\"\n\"But that which I fear is not the disasters I can predict, but rather the chaotic darkness...\"\n\"Only the evil of this darkness and the threat of 'death' can crush the buds.\"\n\nWhen the gilded sand had devoured the paradise of the past, the queen of trees and grass arose to fulfill that ancient agreement.\nHeeding the will of the Khvarena, she created for her a beauteous form, fashioning for her a life that was lovely beyond compare—\nThat 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...\nThe 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."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Feast of Boundless Joy",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An opulent wine goblet that was once filled with nectar and honeydew, but is empty today.",
+		"story": "After the mistress of the orchard passed, the queen of grass and trees cut ties with the sea of sand.\nForsaking mad love and majesty, she chose to return to the rainforest and take up the path of defending life...\nThus did new life emerge from the forest, thus did the sages make a stir, and thus was a home fashioned.\nWild fantasy leads to inexorable death, and the metaphor of death cautions mortals.\n\nThe Khvarena of the flowers were born of the most exuberant of banquets and the purest of delights,\nAnd within them was not to be found the tartness of asceticism, or the rank stench of authority.\nHer final fate was inescapable death, to wither and dry up...\nOnly the Lord of Wisdom could learn from such, so as to properly safeguard and use it.\n\n\"But do not forget my great mistress's prophecy, for it was she who sent me unto you.\"\n\"Folly shall yet not kill mortals, but the wild tide of darkness from beyond this world will sweep all away still.\"\n\"I am the final remnant of my mistress. I am the floral essence that cleanses all.\"\n\"Should I join with the purest water, I shall burst, even as the pomegranates do, into countless rays of light.\"\n\nAnd thus was the divine bird Simurgh born from the Khvarena of the flowers,\nStaying by her master's side for a time before flying to the flowery sea..."
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Heart of Khvarena's Brilliance",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "Intricate and vibrant earrings upon which the luster of a hundred flowers seems to flow.",
+		"story": "\"My dear friend, you who were so wise, yet passed early...\"\n\"Amidst glorious legends lurks the gloom of oblivion,\"\n\"Just as life walks with death, and forgetting is the lover of remembrance.\"\n\"If the darkness of death did not threaten it, no life would have any importance.\"\n\"If the waves of forgetfulness did not surge against them, there would be no histories worth recording.\"\n\nIn the age long past, the queen of grass and trees once did as her friend had entrusted,\nGranting the Khvarena of flowers to the divine bird's form, giving her charge over the defense over a part of the rainforest.\nAnd just as the fate of the fresh flower is to wither, Simurgh's fate was sacrifice.\nThe nurturer of all things verdant had known this since the night she slept beside the lord of flowers...\n\n\"And so the verdant divine bird blossomed into countless Khvarena flowers, scattering across the land like hoopoes...\"\n\"The Khvarena fell upon the pure remains of the Amrita's mistress, and thus was a glimmering sea of flowers born.\"\n\"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they carry the wishes of grass, tree, and dew, cleansing all filth.\"\n\"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they sing of the three mothers — of verdure, of sweet dew, and fresh flowers.\"\n\nOne night, the daughter must leave the embrace of the three mothers,\nAnd sacrifice herself, for the impurity of the world grows great..."
+	}
+}

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+{
+	"name": "Wanderer's Troupe",
+	"rarity": [
+		"4",
+		"5"
+	],
+	"2pc": "Increases Elemental Mastery by 80.",
+	"4pc": "Increases Charged Attack DMG by 35% if the character uses a Catalyst or a Bow.",
+	"flower": {
+		"name": "Troupe's Dawnlight",
+		"relictype": "Flower of Life",
+		"description": "A small flower-shaped insignia. If you listen carefully, you can almost hear a flute playing and voices singing.",
+		"story": "A small flower-shaped insignia. There seems to be music coming from it.\n\nAmong the members of the troupe was a charismatic swordswoman.\nBeautiful as the light on water, elegant as the chirping lark.\nHer every slash hummed a tune of the wind.\n\nThe end of each song and dance was like the sun after the rain.\nDust has since settled, and both the stage and life itself feel emptier for the absence of her music.\n\nBoth her music and her sword were as lethal as they were beautiful.\nThis was in keeping with the troupe's performances, which were intended for two very different audiences.\nFor the audience of foes, the music drifted far beyond the stage."
+	},
+	"plume": {
+		"name": "Bard's Arrow Feather",
+		"relictype": "Plume of Death",
+		"description": "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.",
+		"story": "An azure arrow fletching that has survived the test of time.\nThe fletching seems to produce a tune as the arrow flies through air.\n\nThe harpist of the troupe was also a skilled archer.\nLegend has it that he could lure the birds in the sky with his harp and then shoot them down with his arrows.\nIt is said that he never looked at the sky while he was playing the harp to lure the birds.\nSome believed the reason was his harpist's arrogance, while his companion said it was his hunter's mercy.\n\nThe ill-fated birds became the fletching of the harpist's arrows,\nand the sound of the harp became the birds' elegy."
+	},
+	"sands": {
+		"name": "Concert's Final Hour",
+		"relictype": "Sands of Eon",
+		"description": "An hourglass used to keep time during a band performance. It once made a crisp sound, but their performance has since ended.",
+		"story": "The troupe's hourglass, which is also a harp.\nThe tune becomes deeper with the passage of time.\n\nWhen the performance was coming to an end, the troupe would play this harp.\nAs time passed, the tune of the harp became deeper.\nThe sound of the harp dying down marked the end of the show.\n\nEverything has an end, and the troupe was no exception.\nOne by one, each member of the troupe met their fate and their instruments were buried deep in the dust.\nAs 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."
+	},
+	"goblet": {
+		"name": "Wanderer's String-Kettle",
+		"relictype": "Goblet of Eonothem",
+		"description": "An ancient, strangely-shaped canteen. The interior is fitted with harp strings, which play a wondrous tune as the water flows out.",
+		"story": "A strangely-shaped kettle that plays a wondrous tune as the water flows out.\nThere was always music in the life of a Troupe member, even when drinking water.\n\nAn ancient tale tells of a wandering troupe that roamed the land.\nFor flutes they had swords, and for harps they had bows. They performed not only for friends, but also for foes.\nThey traveled through the desert and set foot in the blazing Mare Jivari.\n\nThe tune of the harp echoing in the kettle was a reminder for them.\n\"Along with the boundless tunes we walk.\"\n\"Wherever there is music, there is us.\""
+	},
+	"circlet": {
+		"name": "Conductor's Top Hat",
+		"relictype": "Circlet of Logos",
+		"description": "A top hat that has managed to retain its radiance despite braving the elements for time untold. An ancient tune still resonates within.",
+		"story": "A beautiful top hat untouched by time.\nListening closely, one can almost hear an ancient tune echoing inside the hat.\n\nThousands of years ago, a troupe wandered through the lands.\nThe troupe owned not a single shred of sheet music. What they saw was what they sung, and what they heard was what they played.\nAs time passed, the troupe gradually realized the vastness of the world.\n\n\"There are so many things in the world for us to sing of.\"\n\nThe members then turned the notes into words and recorded their journey in a book.\nThis book, The Widsith as they called it, was still held tightly in the conductor's hands even after his death."
+	}
+}