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[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Fontaine Research Institute?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fontaine Research Institute is an affiliation in the Genshin Impact universe. The Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering was founded by Alain Guillotin and is often shortened to simply The Fontaine Research Institute.\nHere are some basic information about this affiliation:\n\nRegion: Fontaine\n\nAnd here is some lore about this affiliation:\n\nBefore the explosion, the Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering was the technological center of the entire Court of Fontaine. Alain Guillotin established the Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering after leaving the Marechaussee Phantom. As the Fontaine Research Institute dedicates itself to studying machines and energy, clockwork meka research was the primary focus with most mechanical inventions having come from this Institute. Alain referred to the Suppression Specialist Mek as the \"Cal. Scherbius\" type as a tribute to his friend and assistant from the Institute of Natural Philosophy, Carter Scherbius. When Monsieur Bossuet became the supervisor, the Institute was renamed to the \"Bossuet Research Institute.\" Junior Researcher Chisseray deemed Mr. Bossuets decisions flawless and leadership wise, leading to remarkable results in multiple research areas. Together, Bossuet and Chisseray introduced a new theoretical artificed core configuration. When compared to the traditional configuration created by Alain Guillotin, their calculations show that in an ideal situation, the configuration's optimal output is slightly higher than the traditional one. The paper they created together elaborates on the operating principle and design requirements of the configuration and was selected as Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering's Outstanding Paper of the Year. As a result, Monsieur Bossuet was awarded the title of Senior Technician. After Mr. Bossuet left his post, everyone was scattered throughout the institute. According to Mr. Bossuet's original plan, Coppelius and Coppelia are clockwork meka dedicated to the art of dance. After Maillardet took over the project, Pneumousia was added making them not only good at dancing, but highly capable fighters. Two different combat modes for Coppelius and Coppelia were created based on the differences between Pneuma and Ousia, Nemesis of Coppelius and Dirge of Coppelia. Edwin Eastinghouse is a former Senior Technician who conducted experiments using Arkhium to defy gravity with the hopes of lifting the elegant Court of Fontaine into the sky as a means to avoid the prophesied flood. His experiments were believed to be the cause of the massive explosion that destroyed most of the Fontaine Research Institute. Related Entries: When a flood was prophesied to destroy Fontaine, institute researchers shifted their efforts to safeguard the entire nation. Arkhium is a mysterious yellow-green ore. With its vast energy potential and ability to break earthly constraints, Arkhium was once considered the key to the gate of salvation. Edwin Eastinghouse used Arkhium in the creation of the \"Prototype Cal. Breguet\" to counteract the effects of gravity. This was the first step in a plan to turn the Court of Fontaine into a city in the sky, in the hopes that never again would the people have to worry about the waves that once swept over the land. The Arkhium in the device's core has the characteristics of \"splitting\" or \"precipitation,\" and can take matter, or certain things outside of matter, and separate them. It is said that this process can be reversed, but the Fontaine Research Institute is infatuated only with the physical effects it can produce. Initial estimates indicated that the device could lift an entire block of buildings. While conducting research, the Arkhium core within the field generator suffered an overload, triggering a colossal explosion that laid waste to the institute of which Edwin Eastinghouse is given blame for. This event propelled substantial blocks of Allogravity-Condensed Water Bodies and fragments of the institute into the atmosphere. Consequently, the Experimental Field Generator lost control and now occupies this area of the institute. Edwin disappeared after the explosion with many believing him to be dead. However, he was dismissed from his post of Senior Technician with further investigation pending due to being absent from work for a long period without having submitted any application. Arkhium has come to be perceived as an ill omen by some, who attribute evil properties to the stones, foreseeing disaster to the greedy and misfortune to the ignorant. Others still see the potential value in Arkhium and consider there to be hidden potential within that has yet to be fully tapped. The Arkhium Kinetic Core is the fruit of Raimondo’s joint research with Edwin Eastinghouse. They believed if they constantly injected the kinetic core with enough energy, it would easily allow the Experimental Field Generator to run at full power. After creating the core, they both realized they could barely find a way to keep injecting it with enough energy to keep it at maximum power. Edwin and Raimondo tried powering it with a mixture of Pneumousia and Arkhium energy, or by connecting large numbers of Arkhium ores in series to create a super-powered group, but neither worked. They came across the giant Arkhium, and although it was always in an inert state, they were certain that this ore had unprecedented purity. They believed that with the right treatment, the giant Arkhium could output the large amount of energy needed. Edwin and Raimondo had a disagreement due to Raimondo offering a more conservative proposal, when Edwin wanted to solve the problem quickly. After the explosion, Raimondo promptly led the disaster investigation and evaluation efforts. The mixture of intelligence and passion at the Research Institute yielded outcomes that exceeded all expectations, regrettably, there is seldom anyone left to acknowledge this remarkable achievement. Related Entries: As a result of the disaster, the institute was forced to recollect and build a new location near the old ruins while maintaining what was not destroyed in the explosion. The Institute currently in working order is referred to as the \"New Fontaine Research Institute.\" Raimondo and Choiseul share the heavy responsibilities that belong to the post of Director. Raimondo is responsible for getting scientific work and research back on track, and Choiseul is responsible for everything apart from that. For example, Choiseul is responsible for arranging funds related to manpower, quarterly budget allocations, re-accommodating visitors, and getting rid of those journalists together with Raimondo. Their main goal remains the same — to rebuild the Fontaine Research Institute and work hard for the well-being of all the people of the Court of Fontaine. Per Choiseul, the former site of the Institute will be kept preserved forever and rebuilt as the Fontaine Research Institute Safety Education Center. Raimondo claims that once all of the retrievable research assets at the old site are recovered, the old Central Laboratory will be demolished, and the area's natural environment will be restored to its original state. This demolition will utilize the newly-researched \"Experimental Field Generator.\" This device can deactivate the Gravity-Altering Field that surrounds the Institute's ruins and land them on the ground safely. The energy source being used is the Tri-State Arkhium which is an inert variant of Arkhium that was created through a special transformation process. After entering the all-new \"silent excitement state,\" it is much more stable than the original’s excited state. Related Entries: Fonta is a specialty drink created by the Fontaine Research Institute that is well-received by locals. Fonta only comes in sweet flavors and sparkles appear for a few seconds upon drinking it. Fonta currently has a trial product in the works, a blood-red drink, which is being tested on a smaller scale to see how it might be received by customers due to some backlash. Promoters came to the Fortress of Meropide and offered to sponsor the Pankration tournament so they could push their new product, but the Duke refused to even entertain the idea. Following the initial explosion, assumed to be caused by Edwin Eastinghouse, all of the Institute's Arkhium fragmented posing a perpetual risk of spontaneous excitation and subsequent explosion ever since. A secondary explosion, minor in comparison to the one caused by Mr. Edwin, occurred at the ruins of the Central Laboratory which dispersed numerous condensing components of the Arkhium inhibitor into the surrounding waters. This secondary explosion was the result of energy flow affecting a small portion of Arkhium in the ruins. A suppression device was implemented, and the crisis was averted, however, a senior researcher named Mr. Nacker escaped. Mr. Nacker worked with Mr. Eastinghouse and it is believed he stole the Arkhium Kinetic Core to make a \"small fortune\" and triggered the small explosion. Later, a special investigator named Miss Fusilier is hired to take charge of the stolen Arkhium Kinetic Core case. The main objective is to retrieve the Arkhium Kinetic Core as soon as possible as it is an extremely unstable prototype. The investigation leads Fusilier to Chaussivert, a self-proclaimed \"Harbor-Watcher\" of Lumidouce Harbor. Chaussivert reveals critical information which leads the investigation to a shipment of goods that may reveal Mr. Nacker’s whereabouts. A residence emitting clear residual energy readings all around is discovered as the investigation unfolds. Miss. Fusilier breaks the house lock when none other than the missing Edwin Eastinghouse is found inside. Edwin surreptitiously pointed out Nacker’s current whereabouts to be around Fort Charybdis Ruins. Nacker revealed he is working on a \"Field Generator\" and was attempting to synchronize it with the Arkhium Kinetic Core in hopes to be the greatest kinetic engineer ever. It comes to light that Edwin Eastinghouse led the investigation to Nacker on purpose and he encourages Nacker to go back to the Institute and repent. Edwin wanted to get back to his research and claims he wasn't present when the core exploded. After Nacker and Edwin exchange a few words, Fusilier states both of them harmed the interests of the Institute and as the special investigator of the Fontaine Research Institute, she demands both be taken to the Institute to be dealt with accordingly. Upon arrival at the Institute, after enough time has passed for Edwin and Raimondo to exchange words, the Maison Gardiennage's personnel arrive and take both Nacker and Edwin to the Fortress of Meropide. Jurieu and Lourvine are former researchers of the Institute who are now hired as technical consultants by Wriothesley at the Fortress of Meropide. Jurieu is one of the highest-ranked researchers from the Fontaine Research Institute and used to work under Edwin. While Jurieu used to be Edwin’s assistant, Lourvine used to be Jurieu's assistant. Jurieu's main areas of research were Arkhium and gravimeters. During his time at the Fortress of Meropide, Jurieu focused his efforts on creating the \"Skyship Wingalet,\" a true flying ship, which helped rescue Fontaniane's during the flood. Additionally, here are some locations associated with this affiliation:\n\nLocated at the intersection between the Liffey and Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering regions. The executive office is primarily responsible for the Institute's various administrative tasks. The Institutes Safety Exhibition Project Director, Conjat, can be found here. Related Entries: The operational institute now goes by the name \"New Fontaine Research Institute.\" The institute had to regroup and establish a new facility adjacent to the remnants of the old ruins, preserving what remained intact after the explosion. After completing various quests, numerous researchers are present here, including Broglie who specialized in hydrology research, Chisseray who is the Director of the Material Collation Team and a former research assistant of Bossuet, and Damestier who is the Director of the Fish-Type Clockwork Meka Research Team. The Fontaine Research Institute Administrative Officers, Choiseul and Raimondo, are also located here. Sevigne is a former research assistant of Bossuet who appears at the New Fontaine Research Institute after completing the quest Treacherous Light of the Depths. Related Entries: Chalmet is the Fontaine Research Institute Materials Retrieval Project Director. She can often be found in the Materials Office, continuously organizing documents and files according to Mr. Raimondo's instructions. Related Entries: The circular design of the exhibition hall allows it to accommodate a larger audience while providing a better view. A venue for showcasing the fruits of the Institute's research to the public, such as the combat-capable Artificed Dancers, the gramophone, and Turbine-Powered Glider, although some jest that of the Institute assets, Fonta may be the only scientific achievement that remains legally profitable. Related Entries: Located in the heart of Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering, it has the most advanced instruments in Fontaine. Currently, the primary research undertaken there is related to the \"Experimental Field Generator.\" With the help of this \"allogravity-condensed water,\" the ruins of the Institute can be ascended safely and efficiently. Related Entries: Although this area was not as impacted by the explosion, the dormitories are in need of renovation and have a limited power supply. When a researcher at the Fontaine Research Institute says they need rest, they only want a quick break for their brain. Then, they would usually come here, play piano, read, and have a drink or two if necessary. The dormitories of the institute do not have beds. According to Nacker, the researchers feel sleeping is a waste of time. Related Entries: A park dedicated to Alain's sister, Mary-Ann Guillotin. Beneath lies an underwater laboratory belonging to Bossuet. Related Entries: Here, the Qualifications Review Director, Desnos, can be found. Adventurers come here for recruitment and Desnos conducts the preliminary qualification reviews. Related Entries: Unlocked only with Arkhium Lumenite, which requires forging in a special forging press, Bravais' Hidden Study is located near the Academic Assembly Hall.Research notes found inside this study reveal researchers were working on a project that used Arkhium which had greater potential. Research Notes of Master Ruggiero are found here and discuss research related to the Golden Troupe, Fortuna, and Petrichor. Bravais' notes that Ruggiero was a true great master in his time and the founder of the Consilium Sapientium. Related Entries: Bossuet was awarded the title of Senior Technician after his paper, Theoretical Analysis and Design of the Novel Artificed Core Configuration, was selected as Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering's Outstanding Paper of the Year. Monsieur Bossuet became the supervisor of the Alain Guillotin Memorial Research Institute and renamed it the Bossuet Research Institute. Per Junior Researcher Chisseray, who notes he was not mandated to say so by Monsieur Bossuet himself, Bossuet’s flawless decisions and wise leadership led to remarkable results in multiple research areas. Related Entries: This area isn't private property, but an abandoned building that failed to become part of the Fortress of Meropide. After the disappearance of the workshop's previous owner, Coutrot assumed ownership and used the name “Kuisel” as a convenient character. Assistants interested in furthering Kuisel's research regarding a neural network used to inquire through Researcher Bricole inside the workshop. Due to \"failure to comprehend the meaning of his research”, this project was ultimately taken away, which Coutrot said \"will only obstruct the road to the technological singularity.\" According to Bricole, Coutrot's peculiar research got him kicked out of the Fontaine Research Institute. Related Entries: Located within the Fort Charybdis Ruins, Nacker's hideout was used as a research lab where he worked on developing a ''Field Generator.'' He aimed to synchronize the ''Field Generator'' with the Arkhium Kinetic Core with aspirations of becoming the foremost kinetic engineer. Related Entries:" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Institute of Natural Philosophy?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Institute of Natural Philosophy is an affiliation in the Genshin Impact universe. Once a thriving research facility, this Institute now lies in ruin beneath the waters of Fontaine.\nHere are some basic information about this affiliation:\n\nRegion: Fontaine\n\nAnd here is some lore about this affiliation:\n\nThe Institute of Natural Philosophy, once a thriving research facility, now lies in ruin beneath the waters of Fontaine. According to Rene de Petrichor, a former researcher at the Institute, the \"brightest minds of Fontaine gathered at the Institute of Natural Philosophy.\" Now, the formerly prosperous avenues and alleys have disappeared into the depths, taking with them all that was once commendable. Presently, only schools of fish meander through the abandoned promenades, accompanied by the solitary sound of the tides. After the Cataclysm, areas of Fontaine began to flood, and buildings would eventually submerge. Dwight Lasker became the director of the Institute of Natural Philosophy. When the Institute began to flood, Dwight selected a \"good piece of land near the Fountain of Lucine as the post-relocation site.\" This period of flooding was referred to as the \"second flood\" by Rene to provide distinction from the flooding that occurred at the courtyard. As a result of the Cataclysm, the primary focus of research at the Institute was to find a resolution to Fontaine’s new power source challenges. Significant efforts were made to transport Primal Constructs to the Institute for thorough examination due to the noticeable technological gap between the Primal Constructs found in the ruins of Sumeru’s desert, and the clockwork machines prevalent during this era. Two young prodigies of the Institute, Alain Guillotin and Rene, used the characteristics of Ousia and Pneuma to construct a new kinetic core which eventually led to the first controlled annihilation reaction. Related Entries: After annihilation reactions were proven to be successful, research shifted to Kinematics. This required a bigger lab which was prepared, and although Alain had been urged to move his lab several times, he was hesitant to do so in fear his sickly assistant, Carter Scherbius, might not be able to find it. Carter suffered from a critical illness that progressed gradually throughout his time at the Institute. The illness is currently unknown, but caused frequent bouts of unconsciousness. After some time, Alain did eventually move to the bigger lab. The experiments that took place here involved Khaenri'ahn machines, such as Ruin Graders, and were noted to be so dangerous an emergency damage control strategy was implemented for safety. Alain's experiments into machines were perceived by other researchers as an intention to create a mechanical dog as proof of his accomplishments in Kinematics and material science. Carter had actually suggested creating such a thinking machine, a thinking Kamera to be precise, so that it would take photos of those precious to Alain while he was busy. Alain found using a thinking Kamera for this reason to be pointless, but he found such a machine useful for security and surveillance applications. Seymour, Prototype 4ACV07, was the thinking machine Alain created for Mary Ann Guillotin and takes the form of a mechanical dog. Seymour was created by Alain to protect his adoptive sister Mary Ann and was made with the most advanced optics from the Fontaine Institute of Natural Philosophy. While Alain and other researchers focused on Kinematics, Rene and Jakob Ingold, who was a child at this time, had different research directions and they applied for a research lab of their own. Rene and Jakob eventually obtained their own lab and they limited access to it due to the dangerous nature of their research. Rene acquired \"something powerful to research that appeared after the disaster\" which is noted to be very dangerous for most people but Jakob feels his constitution becomes \"better\" after being exposed to it. This research eventually led to an experiment on Carter, albeit in an attempt to save his life, which had disastrous effects on him. At the end of the Central Quartier of the Institute, the gathering place of an old society known as the Narzissenkreuz Ordo can be found using an indecipherable book. Although Rene finds it \"quite sad that people from an Institute of Natural Philosophy have somewhat turned into [his] believers,\" he established the Narzissenkreuz Ordo within the Institute to give his followers a sense of belonging. The Ordo did not go unnoticed among the leaders of the Institute, but as there was no evidence of aggression or any invasive nature, the case was not pursued through official investigative channels. After the Institute disbanded, some of its former members joined the Narzissenkreuz Ordo at Mr. Ingold's invitation. Much of the continued research focused on the ancient civilization of Remuria. This led to the uncovering of an ancient copy of an unknown document within the Institute of Natural Philosophy containing Remurian characters that seemed to be some form of phonography. This ultimately aided in the decipherment of unknown esoteric Remurian documents. " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is The Narzissenkreuz Institute?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Narzissenkreuz Institute is an affiliation in the Genshin Impact universe. A Fontaine orphanage, built on the ruins of the ancient civilization.\nHere are some basic information about this affiliation:\n\nRegion: Fontaine\nType: Organization\n\nAnd here is some lore about this affiliation:\n\nThe Narzissenkreuz Institute is a Fontaine orphanage built on the ruins of an ancient civilization, Remuria. The Institute building itself could be the place where the Remurians and Golden Troupe created golems, an immortal race into which the \"innocent souls\" of people were placed. After the fall of Remuria, the Fontaine Government decided to incorporate the Institute for raising orphans and the children of criminals into the public welfare system and called it the Narzissenkreuz Institute because of its origin. As a token of gratitude to the Hydro Archon Egeria, the gentle Oceanid Lyris was placed at the head of the Institute. More than 500 years ago, Basil Elton, who grew up in the orphanage herself, became the Vice Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute. Although sunlight never reached the Institute, it was always warm and bustling with life. Children often played knights, mages, evil dragons, and princesses. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, the Narzissenkreuz Institute disbanded. Basil Elton led the fleet and went to fight the creatures of the Abyss. Lyris, who did not understand the connection between the Cataclysm and the disappearance of children, was later seen wandering near the abandoned Institute. Many students later became members of the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol, or travelers around the world. Related Entries: Long before the Cataclysm, four friends became students of the Institute: Basil Elton, Karl Ingold, Dwight Lasker, and Emanuel Guillotin. They loved to play games where Emanuel was the hero and Karl was the evil dragon Jabberwock. After graduating from the Institute, Basil led the White Armada, Fontaine's Navy. Her ship was the Sponsian, an armored metal ship equipped with heavy cannons and a strong ramming bow. This snow-white flagship was the pride of Fontaine's fleet. The name Sponsian was given by Elton's First Mate, Nathaniel Pickman, who named the ship after a usurper whose dynasty may never have existed. When the Navy was disbanded due to the armada ceasing to exist forevermore and the renowned Secretary of the Navy had resigned with honors, Basil returned to the Narzissenkreuz Institute and became the Vice Director. Basil Elton, although she had a steely temper, cared very much for the children. For their sake, she began to learn how to cook, although at first her dishes felt like a punishment. Basil Elton believed that caring for children is like caring for a flower — they need good soil, sufficient sunlight, frequent watering, and you can't let them grow however they want. In fact, we must get rid of pests from time to time as well. She often told the children stories about the evil dragon Narcissus in the evenings, and then they ate her delicious snacks. For little Mary-Ann, a pupil of the Institute, Basil came up with a fairy tale about Princess Lyris. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, Elton once again led the Sponsian and went to battle the Abyssal beast, Elynas, who poisoned everything in his path with his existence. For about a month, the fleet observed Elynas while fighting other sea monsters from the Abyss. With many of the fleet's ships destroyed, the Sponsian finally caught up with Elynas, but during the battle, the ship was broken in two. One half of the ship still wanders like a ghost in the waters of Fontaine. Before leaving for the fight, Basil left a green feather of an unknown bird from her hat, which the children loved so much, for Jakob, another child from the orphanage. She also asked her old friend from the Institute, Emanuel Guillotin, to take care of two children, Mary-Ann and Alain. He didn't like children, but he fulfilled his friend’s request. Unfortunately, Basil never returned. Emanuel never saw his friend again, and Jakob never returned the bird's feather to her. Only the Traveler, many years later can take this feather to the wreckage of the Sponsian ship, fulfilling the promise once made. Related Entries: After graduating from the Institute, Emanuel Guillotin became a Marechaussee Hunters agent. While serving in the Marechaussee Phantom, he received an emblem that was specially designed and given to those who had performed feats of arms in Fontaine's defense. Once, the authorities of Fontaine wanted to create an undercity beneath the city, Fleuve Cendre, from the sewers under the Court of Fontaine. Since it was difficult to maintain order, Eduardo Baker and his friends seized power in Fleuve Cendre. They began to resolve disputes between Fleuve Cendre \"compatriots,\" bless the newly wedded, and protect the merchants from being extorted, harassed, and blackmailed by the gangs. When the authorities of the Court of Fontaine decided to purge Fleuve Cendre, Baker was arrested and exiled to the Sumeru desert. On the way to exile, he, with the help of his henchmen, fled to Poisson, taking hostage both the city itself and the members of the Maison Gardiennage who were transporting Baker. He made a number of unreasonable demands, so the Marechaussee Hunters, including Guillotin, intervened. Journalist Karl Ingold arrived in Poisson as a negotiator along with Eduardo's son, Jakob. Following an unsuccessful attempt to resolve the issue, the disagreement between Baker's group and the Marechaussee Hunters turned into a violent fight. As a result, Jakob and Rene, the Poisson Mayor's son, were left orphans. They were both sent to the Narzissenkreuz Institute, an orphanage that often housed the children of criminals. The Siege of Poisson left physical and mental scars on Guillotin. Due to this event, he left the ranks of the Marechaussee and planned to live out the rest of his days, content with just the contents of his cup. When the Cataclysm began, his old friend from the Narzissenkreuz Institute, Basil Elton, entrusted him with two children: Mary-Ann and Alain. Emanuel had no love for children and wished to have no dealings with anyone, but for the sake of his old friend, he agreed. Many years later, his friend Dwight Lasker confided in him about his concerns about the operations of the group led by the \"Master.\" This investigation was the last one for Emanuel Guillotin. Judging by the fact that in the end he recalled his \"children\" and the embrace of the Director Lyris, who by that time was a member of this organization; and Master in his notes mentions the absorption of several agents of the Marechaussee Hunters with the help of Lyris, it can be assumed that Emanuel was one of these agents. \"My dear Alain, my dear Mary-Ann... I was never close to you,\" \"And even at the end, I do not know how I could be a \"father\" to you.\" \"But still, I do not wish to lose these memories of watching the two of you growing up...\" Related Entries: Dwight Lasker became the Director of the Institute of Natural Philosophy after graduating from the Narzissenkreuz Institute. Lasker often recruited young scientists, such as Coppelius, to the Institute. Under his leadership one of Fontaine's greatest scientists, Alain Guillotin, began his research on Pneuma and Ousia and their controlled annihilation, the creation of Arkhe and the first clockwork meka. His special attitude towards the young geniuses, Alain and Rene de Petrichor, whom Lasker assigned to the same laboratory, angered many researchers, since many government resources were directed specifically to Alain's laboratory. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, the Institute of Natural Philosophy was closed for safety reasons, and after the flooding of the main building, the Institute chose land next to the Fountain of Lucine. One day, he noticed that Alain's assistant, Carter Scherbius, was taking time off work often, believing that this might be due to financial difficulties affecting Carter's family. But when he learned of the assistant's illness, he took samples of his blood to learn about possible treatment. Unfortunately, the tests did not yield any results. When Lasker learned about a certain organization, the leader of which was called the \"Master,\" he wanted to discuss the discovered anomalous movements with his friend, Emanuel Guillotin, the agent of the Marechaussee Hunters. Related Entries: After graduating from the Institute, Karl Ingold became a journalist. During the Siege of Poisson, he arrived in Poisson as a negotiator. There, he took a photograph before the situation between Baker's group and the Marechaussee Hunters deteriorated. \"In the middle of the picture stands Eduardo Baker, leaning on his famous — or infamous — bronze pipe like a cane. Eduardo's other hand is on his son Jakob's shoulder, who is nervously clutching the sleeve of Rene de Petrichor. To their left is the Great Magician Parsifal, casually leaning on the railing, flashing her signature stage smile. To Eduardo's right is the current mayor of Poisson, Renault de Petrichor. He dressed up quite formally for the occasion, though his collar is askew. His son Rene stands in front of him, attracted by a marvel such as this new Kamera, with eyes wide and somewhat at a loss. The woman to Parsifal's left holding an infant is Rosa Reed, with her husband Thompson, and on the far right of the picture is Tom Alter. They are looking ahead, their faces washed pale by the Kamera's bulb. They seem to be focused not on Ingold, nor on the Kamera. But on the future.\" When Ingold retired, he began traveling with adventurers to wilderness areas, shipwrecks, and ruins. Having received an invitation from the Vice Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute, Basil Elton, he took a group photo of the Director Lyris, Alain, Mary-Ann, Basil Elton, Jakob and Rene. Subsequently, when the Institute was disbanded during the Cataclysm, Karl took in Jakob and Rene, with whom he went on an expedition to the Vourukasha Oasis. Related Entries: Carter Scherbius grew up poor, and when something happened to his family, he ended up in the Narzissenkreuz Institute. At that time, Basil Elton had already become the Vice Director, but her cooking still felt like a punishment, not a treat. Many years after graduating from the Narzissenkreuz Institute, Carter worked as an assistant at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, where he met young scientists who were also pupils of the orphanage. Carter bonded with Jakob Ingold for being on the same level as him, as they both were considered a bit strange. He was glad to learn about their past and dreamed of restoring the orphanage one day. During his work at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, Carter inspired Alain to create a thinking Kamera, so that it would take photos of those precious to Alain while he was busy. Alain found using a thinking Kamera for this reason to be pointless, but he found such a machine useful for security and surveillance applications. Carter had a serious, incurable disease that left him clumsy and sometimes even comatose. Many of his acquaintances tried to find a solution to his illness and even tried to use powers akin to those of the Abyss. Ultimately, the experiments led to the destruction of Carter's body, although part of his consciousness was saved. Related Entries: Shortly before the disbandment of the Narzissenkreuz Institute, four children ended up there: Rene, Alain, Mary-Ann and Jakob. Like other children, they played knights, evil dragons, princesses, and mages, listened to the tales of the Vice Director Basil Elton, and ate her delicious snacks, which she learned to make especially for children. As a child, Alain loved various mechanisms and played the role of a knight with other children in the orphanage. In the Narzissenkreuz Institute, he became friends with Mary-Ann, Rene and Jakob, and they remained friends for many years until life took them in different directions. As a sign of friendship, he gave Rene and Jakob pocket watches, which later played an important role in their lives. Following the closure of the Narzissenkreuz Institute 500 years ago due to the Cataclysm, Alain and Mary-Ann were adopted by Emanuel Guillotin, a friend of the Vice Director. The young genius Alain was admitted to the Institute of Natural Philosophy, where he achieved enormous success in the study of Pneuma and Ousia, which are contained in all Fontaine organisms. Through his research, he was able to find a solution to Fontaine's energy crisis, becoming one of the greatest scientists in the country's history. Later, Alain, along with his younger sister, entered the service of the Marechaussee Phantom, of which their adoptive father was an agent. When the agents of the Marechaussee Phantom became aware of the suspicious activity of an organization created by Alain's orphanage friends, Rene and Jakob, Alain, together with Iudex of Fontaine Neuvillette, issued a proclamation outlawing the group. During the final battle between the Marechaussee Hunters and members of the organization, Mary-Ann disappeared, leaving a deep mark on Alain. Alain left the Marechaussee Hunters and founded the Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering, which plays an important role in Fontaine's history. There’s a Mary-Ann Memorial Park near the Research Institute, that was founded in the memory of Alain’s late sister. At the end of his life, he left the Research Institute and locked himself in his laboratory, not communicating with anyone. Related Entries: Rene was sent to the Narzissenkreuz Institute with Jakob Baker after both of Rene's parents and Jakob's father were killed during the Siege of Poisson. At the orphanage, they met Mary-Ann and Alain, with whom they became friends for many years, and in their games Rene played the dragon. After the disbandment of the Institute, Rene and Jakob were taken by Karl Ingold, a journalist present during the siege of Poisson. Some time after the closure of the Institute, Rene ended up in a laboratory at the Institute of Natural Philosophy with his friend Alain, where they studied the primenergy machinery and forces of Pneuma and Ousia. Their research then diverged when Rene and Jakob began to study the properties of certain dangerous objects, such as Scarlet Quartz from the Dragonspine and Mud from the Chasm. Rene wanted to take advantage of the connections and capabilities of other scientists at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, so he founded the Narzissenkreuz Ordo to give them a sense of belonging. The main goal of the organization was to prevent the deaths of all people during the apocalypse predicted by the World Formula calculated by Rene. The order's plan was to dissolve the physical shell of people so that they could wait out the apocalypse and be reborn in a new world. Due to the order's radical methods, which included dissolving the people’s wills, the organization was considered radical and banned in Fontaine. All members of the order were to be liquidated or arrested. As a last resort to implementing his plan to save humanity, Rene decided to become the first to free himself from the shackles of the physical body. And so Rene de Petrichor died, and Narzissenkreuz was born. Related Entries: Jakob Baker (later Ingold) was sent to the Narzissenkreuz Institute with Rene de Petrichor after the deaths of their parents during the Siege of Poisson. When they played games with the other children, Alain and Mary-Ann, Jakob played the role of a mage. He was very fond of the green feather that the Vice Director wore on her hat, and when she left the Institute to join the battle against the creatures of the Abyss, she left the feather for Jakob to keep. After the Institute's disbandment during the Cataclysm, Jakob was adopted by Karl Ingold, who was present during the Siege of Poisson. Together with him and Rene, they went on an expedition to the Vourukasha Oasis in Sumeru, where Jakob became seriously ill. Rene decided to go to extreme measures and used a power akin to the power of the Abyss to save Jakob. Surprisingly, Jakob's body accepted this power, which marked the beginning of Jakob's emergence as a Neohuman. Together with Rene, Jakob became a researcher at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, where they began to study dangerous substances associated with the Abyss. In addition, Jakob obtained samples of the blood and flesh of the Abyssal beast Elynas, defeated during the Cataclysm, and with the help of this blood, he enhanced his powers. Together with Rene, they founded the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, the first members of which were scientists from the Institute of Natural Philosophy when it was disbanded. When Rene dissolved his body for the benefit of the common goal of the order, it was Jakob who continued his work and revived Rene himself. In the end, he believed that they could meet in the new world that Rene would build. Related Entries: When Mary-Ann was in the Narzissenkreuz Institute, the Vice-Director Basil Elton made a fairy tale about Princess Lyris and the evil dragon Narcissus for her. After the Institute was disbanded during the Cataclysm, she and Alain were adopted by Emanuel Guillotin. Together with her brother, Mary-Ann decided to continue the work of her adoptive father and became a Marechaussee Hunter. To protect her, Alain created the first thinking Mek, Seymour, who was inspired by his assistant at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, Carter Scherbius. All of Mary-Ann’s friends loved her for her warmth and wonderful character. When a forbidden organization founded by Mary-Ann's friends, Rene and Jakob, went into the body of the defeated Abyss monster Elynas to revive him through a ritual, Mary-Ann was one of those who went to stop them. During the battle, an explosion occurred, and Mary-Ann Guillotin was seriously injured. The former Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute Lyris, who already became a member of the Ordo, merged their consciousnesses together to save Mary-Ann, creating the Oceanid Mary-Ann. Related Entries: Lyris was a gentle Oceanid placed in charge of the orphanage. Although Lyris loved children, she did not have outstanding intellectual abilities, even for an Oceanid, and she did not have an understanding of cause and effect, so for a long time the Institute was run by the Vice Director Basil Elton. When the Cataclysm came 500 years ago, she could not understand why the orphanage was disbanded, and her only desire was to return to the time when the children from the orphanage played as the Narzissen champions. She was found, consumed by guilt, by the members of the secret organization, established by pupils of the Narzissenkreuz Institute, Rene de Petrichor and Jakob Ingold. Since Lyris had the ability to dissolve and unite the people’s wills, she became a valuable member of the organization, receiving the title \"Red Empress.\" When the organization decided to revive Elynas, the Abyssal beast, with the help of whose flesh and blood Jakob Ingold fed his powers. Lyris went inside Elynas with Jakob and their apprentice, Caterpillar. In Elynas, they encountered Marechaussee Hunters, including Mary-Ann Guillotin, who attempted to stop the organization. During this battle, Mary-Ann Guillotin was seriously injured, and Lyris hugged her and absorbed her consciousness. A new Oceanid, Mary-Ann, was born from this merge. Mary-Ann was no longer either Lyris or Mary-Ann Guillotin but embodied their shared consciousness and desires and was something beyond human or Oceanid capable of creating other Oceanids. " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is The Narzissenkreuz Ordo?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Narzissenkreuz Ordo is an affiliation in the Genshin Impact universe. The Narzissenkreuz Ordo is the secret society formed by Rene de Petrichor and Jakob Ingold to create Neohumans in order to survive against the destruction of the World as foretold by the World-Formula. It was declared an illegal extremist group and a criminal organization by Fontainian law under Iudex Neuvillette.\nHere are some basic information about this affiliation:\n\nRegion: Fontaine\nType: Secret Society\nFounders: Rene de Petrichor Jakob Ingold\nLeader: Narzissenkreuz\nOther Members: Caterpillar Eichi Karasawa Erich Lyris Madam M. Laveaux Mr. Eliphas Mr. Forsamiro Mr. Griffin L. Randolph Ms. E. Lenormand Ms. Giuffria Ms. Zenaida Susannah\n\nAnd here is some lore about this affiliation:\n\nRene de Petrichor and Jakob Ingold founded the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, a secret esoteric organization, about 500 years ago. The organization's main goal was to prevent the consequences of the Apocalypse by shedding the limitations of physical form and separation. To achieve this goal, they created Neohumans. The Narzissenkreuz Ordo used the \"Seal of Chymical Marriage,\" a magical technique left behind by the Golden Troupe, to identify essential points in Fontaine. They built the Tower of Ipsissimus (Gestalt) at these points to perform a ritual of liberation. Because of their experiments, the organization was declared illegal by the decree of Iudex of Fontaine, Neuvillette, and Alain Guillotin, a former friend of Rene. The Marechaussee Phantom was ordered to arrest all members of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo and seal the Tower of Gestalt. Related Entries: Rene de Petrichor and Jakob Baker grew up together in the Narzissenkreuz Institute, an orphanage in Fontaine. Rene's parents and Jakob's father were killed in the siege of Poisson. During their time at the Institute, they formed a close bond with Oceanid Lyris, the orphanage's Director, and Mary-Ann and Alain, their childhood friends. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, the Narzissenkreuz Institute was disbanded. Rene, Jakob, and Jakob's new adoptive father, Karl Ingold, left for an expedition to Vourukasha Oasis in Sumeru. Rene became fascinated by Khvarena and the Sacred Lotus, Gaokerena, created by The Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, from the consciousness of the former Hydro Archon Egeria. He observed that it shared a similar composition to the tissues in the organisms of Jakob and Rene himself but different from the tissues of Karl. Despite Rene's attempts to obtain more data samples to verify this finding, Shamaniyya refused his requests. During his research, Rene unearthed countless books left by an ancient order and Khaenri'ahn records, which aided him in deciphering ancient texts. Using his world-formula, similar to Remurian \"Fortuna,\" he deduced the imminence of another flood in Fontaine. After countless calculations, Rene received the same result: the apocalypse cannot be avoided. Furthermore, he discovered a method to extract \"will,\" which he believed could offer protection from the flood's effects. Upon arriving in Fontaine, he sought to discuss the possibility of saving the nation with his child prodigy friend, Alain Guillotin. During the expedition, Jakob, then a child, fell seriously ill and lapsed into a coma. Desperate to save him, Rene resorted to using powers akin to those of the Abyss. Jakob's body responded favorably to these powers, facilitating his recovery. Emboldened by this success, Rene incorporated the results into his ongoing research. Karl Ingold, however, harbored suspicions regarding Jakob's sudden recovery. To dispel these suspicions, Rene fabricated and altered diaries. Related Entries: After the desert expedition, Rene was assigned to his friend Alain's laboratory at the Institute of Natural Philosophy. During Rene's work there, he used the influence and connections of some scientists outside the Institute to obtain the necessary resources and funding for his research. Some scientists from the Institute of Natural Philosophy became the organization's first members after the Institute was disbanded. Thanks to Rene's charisma and Jakob's \"tricks,\" organization members began to follow their leader loyally, like believers. Rene decided to form a \"society\" and call it the Narzissenkreuz Ordo to give them organization and a sense of belonging. Gradually, the influence and popularity of the organization grew, and some famous researchers, historians, and people from high society joined it. Years later, Oceanid Lyris, the former Director of the Narzissenkreuz Institute, the orphanage in which Rene and Jakob grew up, joined the organization. She had the ability to unite and divide \"will,\" which made her a valuable member of the Ordo. One of the tasks of the Ordo's members was the construction of the Tower of Ipsissimus (Gestalt), located in the center of the circle of the \"Seal of Chymical Marriage.\" According to the records of the Golden Troupe, the components of the seal were supposed to be the \"Circle of Four Orthants\" and a \"Tree of Emanation.\" \"Seal of Chymical Marriage\" was a magical technique left behind by the Golden Troupe, which Rene was supposed to use to dissolve the physical bodies of people to survive the apocalypse. Rene sent members of the organization to search for Orthants, calculating changes in the composition of the water that should have contained the water of the Primordial Sea. The Tower of Ipsissimus had to be located between the Orthants and used to control people's wills with the help of the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz and Lyris's abilities. Related Entries: When the beast from the Abyss, Elynas, was defeated during the Cataclysm, Rene, and Jakob became interested in his body as they felt glimpses of \"will.\" Assuming that the monster had a wellspring of vitality, Rene wanted to use this principle to enhance Jakob's strength gained during the Sumeru expedition. Jakob, despite Rene's fears and warnings, secretly entered Elynas's body, obtaining samples of his flesh. His body again accepted the flesh favorably enough only with minor adverse reactions, which prompted them to continue experiments to improve Jakob. Through experimentation, Jakob managed to open a \"passage,\" which they learned about from the Khaenri'ahn records, surrounding themselves with many creatures, which Rene later called \"Rifthounds.\" In addition, the subject of their research was the Scarlet Quartz, the crystallized blood of the shadow dragon Durin, and the Dark Mud found in the mines of the Chasm. It turned out that the composition of all of them was similar to the flesh of Elynas, and they had a negative effect on ordinary people. Only Jakob, who was called a \"Neohuman\" by Rene, was able to resist this destructive influence. To counter the prophecy, Narzissenkreuz used Lyris's power to absorb people's wills. So, he dissolved several agents of the Marechaussee Phantom, probably including Emmanuel Guillotin, finding out from his memories that the officials of the Court of Fontaine knew about the existence of the Ordo. In addition, some members of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo who lost their loyalty disappeared without a trace, without leaving the Tower of Ipsissimus, the Ordo's headquarters. In addition to experiments on Jakob and other people, Rene conducted experiments on the assistant of Alain Guillotin from the Institute of Natural Philosophy, who suffered from an incurable disease. Due to experiments on Carter using Abyssal powers, Guillotin broke off all relations with Rene and later, together with Fontaine's Iudex, Neuvillette, signed a decree on the illegality of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo and an order for their destruction. An attempt to cure Carter Scherbius led to the death of his body, but the order later managed to transfer part of his memories into the body of a Hilichurl, and thus, Caterpillar was born. He remembered nothing about his previous life but was devoted and grateful to his Master. Related Entries: Rene de Petrichor decided to become the first to free himself from his corporeal shell. However, the rebirth process didn't go as smoothly as Rene had expected. This situation resulted in some members of the Ordo to suspect the organization and come to the conclusion that Narzissenkreuz had died, causing them to want to leave the organization. Jakob Ingold tried his best to stop the rumors and complete the Tower of Ipsissimus in order to carry out their main plan. When the monster from the Abyss, Elynas, stopped fighting and turned into stone, the Narzissenkreuz Ordo became curious about his body. Jakob enhanced his powers by consuming Elynas's flesh, becoming closer to a Neohuman. To help Jakob obtain greater abilities, the Narzissenkreuz Ordo decided to revive Elynas's petrified heart. To do this, they sent Jakob, the Oceanid Lyris (\"a spirit of the primordial waters\"), and Caterpillar inside Elynas to perform the ritual around 500 years ago. More than (1/7)×10^21 clockwork cycles ago, Marechaussee Hunters tracked down the radical organization the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, which was about to revive the monster of the Abyss Elynas through the ritual. Elynas appeared in Fontaine during the Cataclysm 500 years ago and could have destroyed the whole region. When Alain Guillotin found out about the upcoming ritual, he sent Seymour to inform the Iudex of Fontaine Neuvillette about it. A battle between the Marechaussee Hunters, including Mary-Ann Guillotin and Seymour, and the Narzissenkreuz Ordo occurred inside Elynas's body. During the battle, an explosion killed many agents of the Marechaussee Phantom and their Meks. Seymour was severely injured and went into hibernation mode as a result of the explosion, and Mary-Ann Guillotin was on the verge of death, but she was saved by Lyris. Lyris united their bodies and minds by hugging her, creating a new Oceanid, Mary-Ann. From the wounds Elynas received from the explosion, new creatures called Melusines were born. Each Melusine was born with a shard of broken Mek, so they began considering these objects as their \"token\" that must be protected. The Melusine, Mamere recovered Seymour's artificed clockwork relay module, subsequently located Seymour among the rubble, restored it, and became his companion. To prevent further invasions, Elynas created the Breacher Primuses to protect his daughters. They were less intellectually developed than the Melusines themselves, but some Melusines began to care for them as their pets. After the battle between the Narzissenkreuz Ordo and Marechaussee Phantom, Jakob fled, Caterpillar was arrested and imprisoned in the Fortress of Meropide, and the Narzissenkreuz Ordo building was sealed. Many years later Caterpillar believed that Narzissenkreuz used Jakob, Lyris and him as a distraction: \"Looking back at it now, he was merely using us as bait. And I wasn't the only one... It was the same for Jakob, Lyris, and many others in the Ordo. I'm afraid the Elynas operation was probably never more than a red herring with the goal of leading you and Guillotin away to buy him more time to execute his true plans.\" Share your thoughts about the Narzissenkreuz Ordo quests and discuss the fate of the organization: https://www.hoyolab.com/topicDetail/528211 Additionally, here here are some members associated with this affiliation:\n\nRene de Petrichor was the son of the mayor of Poisson, Renault de Petrichor. Eduardo Baker, arrested during the purge of the Fleuve Cendre, was to be taken by members of the Maison Gardiennage to the Sumeru Desert for exile, but he was able to escape with the help of his henchmen, capturing Poisson and the members of the Maison Gardiennage. Journalist Karl Ingold (who would later become part of Rene's family) arrived for negotiations with Baker's son, Jakob, but the situation worsened with the arrival of the Marechaussee Hunters. The agents, including Emmanuel Guillotin, staged a battle with the prisoners, during which Baker and both Rene's parents died. After this, Rene and Jakob were placed in the Narzissenkreuz Institute, a Fontaine orphanage where children of criminals were placed. The Director of the Institute was the gentle Oceanid Lyris, who was placed in charge of the Institute as a sign of gratitude to the Hydro Archon Egeria. The Institute's Vice Director was Basil Elton, formerly the head of Fontaine's navy. Rene met Mary-Ann and Alain at the orphanage, with whom he and Jakob became friends. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, the Institute was disbanded. Mary-Ann and Alain were adopted by Emmanuel Guillotin, whom Rene blamed for the deaths of his parents, and Karl Ingold adopted Jakob. Rene himself stayed with Jakob and his new adoptive father. The Director Lyris, who had the ability to dissolve and extract people's wills, became a member of the society founded by Rene a few years after the closure of the Institute. Related Entries: After the desert expedition, Rene was assigned to the laboratory of the Institute of Natural Philosophy with his friend Alain Guillotin and his assistant Carter Scherbius, whom Rene considered a little stupid. Although Rene and Alain had quite different interests and approaches to research, together they studied the powers of controlled annihilation of the Pneuma and Ousia that were contained in the body of every organism in Fontaine. Subsequently, Alain's studies led to Fontaine's energy revolution, making him one of the greatest scientists. While working at the Institute of Natural Philosophy, Rene was struck by the conservatism of scientists towards new ideas, expecting an open mind from them. Despite his attitude, he tried to gain the favor of scientists for the sake of their opportunities and influence. Some of these scholars later became members of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, almost worshiping Rene and Jakob. Rene was disappointed that the representatives of the Institute of Natural Philosophy could turn into believers, but he used their resources for his own purposes, which included the construction of the Tower of Ipsissimus (Gestalt). Having learned about the illness of Alain's assistant, Carter, Rene decided to stop research in the laboratory and make every effort to cure Carter. He sent tissue samples to Sumeru, where medicine was advanced, in hopes of getting answers, but no one could offer a solution. Then Jakob put forward the idea of treating Carter with the help of the Abyssal powers, which was used to save Jakob during the desert expedition. After considering Jakob's proposal and discussing all possible risks with Carter, Rene began treatment. The Abyssal powers (Elynas's flesh) began to destroy Carter's tissues, and although Rene managed to temporarily stabilize his condition and stop the destruction, the treatment was unsuccessful. Related Entries: One day, Rene came across books left behind by the Golden Troupe, a group of artists serving the God King Remus and spreading his influence, and a phenomenon called \"Fortuna.\" The Remurians believed that \"when a civilization is annihilated, a new one will be born after from the ashes,\" which did not correspond to Rene's calculations using the world-formula, the computational scheme he formulated. Recounting all the variables many times, he constantly received one result: there would be no more new civilizations born unless new \"variables\" from outside the system with enormous power suddenly appeared. Rene's major purpose since then has been to oppose the prophecy associated with Fontaine's demise by whatever means necessary. While exploring the ruins of Petrichor, he discovered information about the origin of the Fontaine people and their differences from other people (all people in Fontaine were Oceanids who were turned into people by Egeria, the previous Hydro Archon). From the information received, Rene had an idea about a way to avoid the apocalypse by returning to the transcend and creating Neohumans. He wanted to use \"Seal of Chymical Marriage,\" a magical technique left behind by the Golden Troupe, to identify several important locations in Fontaine through which his plan could be carried out. At the Narzissenkreuz Institute, Rene discovered the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz, capable of uniting and concentrating wills of many people. Later, with the help of the blade, Rene intended to dissolve people's wills. Using the same blade, Jakob was later able to create Caterpillar from the memories of the deceased Carter Scherbius and revive Rene after his dissolution. Related Entries: Rene decided to become the first to free himself from the physical shell, embracing the name Narzissenkreuz. However, Narzissenkreuz's rebirth did not occur, and Jakob devoted all his efforts maintaining his condition. Rumors spread within the order about the death of the Master, which accelerated the collapse of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo. Jakob conducted numerous studies and months later he was able to revive his friend. Narzissenkreuz didn't remember his failure and thought that the trial was a great success. \"Everything has become consummately clear. All meaningless obstacles have vanished.\" He acquired a new body and sent Jakob, Lyris, and Caterpillar to Elynas, and remained in the Primordial Sea to await the fulfillment of the prophecy and the beginning of the apocalypse. Related Entries: When the Doomsday Clock in the Narzissenkreuz Ordo struck midnight, marking the beginning of the apocalypse, the Traveler, Paimon, and the Oceanid Ann traveled to the Primordial Sea through the passage in the Tower of Gestalt and met Narzissenkreuz there. After defeating him in battle, the Traveler informed Narzissenkreuz about the fulfillment of the prophecy and the salvation of Fontaine from the apocalypse. According to all the calculations of Narzissenkreuz, the apocalypse would have happened if unknown \"variables\" with powerful forces had not appeared. And the Traveler became just such a variable. Narzissenkreuz admitted his defeat and agreed to go with Ann to Mary-Ann in Annapausis. There, he and Ann became ordinary children for a moment: Rene and Mary-Ann, as they were during the orphanage. Since Narzissenkreuz had spent all his strength maintaining his will, after learning from Ann and Caterpillar what they had been doing in recent years, he disappeared, remaining forever in Annapausis. Related Entries: Jakob was the son of Eduardo Baker, a criminal from Fleuve Cendre. The authorities of Fontaine wanted to create an undercity beneath the city, Fleuve Cendre, from the sewers under the Court of Fontaine. Since it was difficult to maintain order, Eduardo Baker and his friends seized power in Fleuve Cendre. They began to resolve disputes between Fleuve Cendre \"compatriots,\" bless the newly wedded, and protect the merchants from being extorted, harassed, and blackmailed by the gangs. When the authorities of the Court of Fontaine decided to purge Fleuve Cendre, Baker was arrested and exiled to the Sumeru desert. On the way to exile, he, with the help of his henchmen, fled to Poisson, taking hostage both the city itself and the members of the Maison Gardiennage who were transporting Baker. He made a number of unreasonable demands, so the Marechaussee Hunters intervened. Journalist Karl Ingold arrived in Poisson as a negotiator along with Eduardo's son, Jakob. Following an unsuccessful attempt to resolve the issue, the disagreement between Baker's group and the Marechaussee Hunters turned into a violent fight. As a result, Jakob, and Rene, the Poisson Mayor's son, were left orphans. They were both sent to the Narzissenkreuz Institute, an orphanage that often housed the children of criminals. The Director of the Institute was the gentle Oceanid Lyris, who was placed in charge of the Institute as a sign of gratitude to the Hydro Archon Egeria. The Institute's Vice Director was Basil Elton, formerly the head of Fontaine's fleet. At the orphanage, Jakob met Mary-Ann and Alain, with whom he and Rene became friends. Alain gave Jakob a pocket watch, and later this pocket watch was instrumental in the resurrection of Narzissenkreuz. At the Institute, Basil Elton told the children a fairytale about the evil dragon Narcissus, and they played Narzissen champions, mages and princesses. During the Cataclysm 500 years ago, the Institute was disbanded. Basil Elton again led the White Armada and, together with some of the Institute's students, entered into battle with the Abyss creature that appeared in Fontaine. As a farewell, she left Jakob a feather from an unknown bird, which she wore on her hat. She told him to take care of it so that she could take it back when she returned, but she never did. The Director Lyris disappeared and was later seen by the Marechaussee Phantom agents wandering around the Institute. She joined the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, a secret society founded by Rene and Jakob, a few years later. Jakob was adopted by Karl Ingold, who was present at the siege of Poisson, and Rene also became part of their family. Related Entries: After using the powers akin to Abyssal during a desert expedition, Jakob and Rene became interested in enhancing Jakob's strength. One day, Jakob entered the body of the petrified monster of the Abyss, Elynas, who appeared in Fontaine during the Cataclysm. They felt glimpses of \"will\" and a wellspring of vitality, which could help Jakob. He was able to obtain samples of Elynas's flesh and blood, which his body accepted with minor adverse reactions. Through experimentation, Jakob managed to open a \"passage,\" which they learned about from the Khaenri'ahn records, surrounding themselves with many creatures, which Rene later called \"Rifthounds.\" Thanks to Jakob's abilities, they were defeated. Subsequently, Jakob continued to constantly enhance his powers, and because of this transformation he was able to take the form of the Iniquitous Baptist. These changes gave Rene hope that they could survive the apocalypse. Related Entries: Rene believed that in order to prevent the apocalypse calculated according to the world-formula, it is necessary to free all Fontainians from their physical body, dissolving them in the water of the Primordial Sea and returning to their origins (since all Fontainians were originally Oceanids, whom Hydro Archon Egeria turned into people). He called himself Narzissenkreuz and decided to be the first on the path to this goal and dissolved his body, hoping to be reborn in a new form. The dissolution of the body did not help Narzissenkreuz to be reborn, so Jakob spent all his efforts to preserve Narzissenkreuz. He tried to protect the truth about the Master from members of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo to prevent its collapse, but rumors still spread among people that the Master was dead. In addition, Jakob tried to complete the Tower of Gestalt, necessary for the main plan of the order. Using this tower, located in a circle of four Orthants (special places in Fontaine, identified by the \"Seal of Chymical Marriage\"), the Narzissenkreuz Ordo wanted to control people's wills in order to survive the apocalypse. According to the order's calculations, the Primordial Sea should have been located under the tower. For many months, Jakob experimented to revive Rene. He extracted part of his personality and sealed it under one of the Orthants in the Primordial Sea. He used the Lyris's abilities to dissolve and extract people's wills, the records of the Remurians on the creation of golems, knowledge from Khaenri'ah and the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz (Reason), which was the key to concentrating wills of people. (More than 400 years later, the results of Jakob's research were used by the serial killer Vacher, who tried to revive his beloved). He also tried to bring Carter Scherbius back and eventually transferred some of Carter's memories and consciousness into a new Hilichurl body, creating Caterpillar. After many failures, Jakob finally created a new body for Narzissenkreuz, using Carter's remains and a pocket watch given to Jakob by Alain many years ago and representing the time when Rene was around. Narzissenkreuz didn't remember his failure and thought that the trial was a great success. \"Everything has become consummately clear. All meaningless obstacles have vanished.\" He acquired a new body, and sent Jakob, Lyris and Caterpillar to Elynas, and remained in the Primordial Sea to await the fulfillment of the prophecy and the beginning of the apocalypse. Related Entries: Many years later, Jakob became interested in the paintings of Melusine Mamere, who painted with the crystallized blood of the Abyss monster Elynas. After an unsuccessful attempt to buy her paintings, he sent mercenaries to steal them. With the help of the crystallized blood, he intended to revive Elynas, whose flesh enhanced his powers. The Traveler with the help of Elynas himself, who was afraid that his revival would only bring destruction and the death of his Melusine daughters, was able to stop Jakob, but he was able to escape. Related Entries: Knowing that the apocalypse was approaching, Jakob decided to turn the \"Seal of Chymical Marriage,\" which was supposed to seal the Primordial Sea, backwards in order to dissolve and regenerate all people with the help of water. He forced the Traveler to collect materials to recreate the Holy Blade of Reason by setting traps in four Orthants. He hoped that Narzissenkreuz would now be able to break the seals and be completely reborn. Jakob realized that his body had almost no strength left, so he died under the hand of the clock that struck the beginning of Doomsday, hoping to meet Rene in their new world once again. Related Entries: Carter Scherbius (sometimes referred to as Cater) was born more than 500 years ago in a poor family. When something had happened to his entire family, Carter ended up at the Narzissenkreuz Institute, an orphanage in Fontaine. The kind Oceanid Lyris was the Director of the Institute, and the former Admiral of the White Armada Basil Elton was the Vice Director. Carter became Alain Guillotin's assistant at the Institute of Natural Philosophy many years later. Alain was a child prodigy, while Carter was considered simple-minded and not very smart, although he was older than Alain. Often, he could not understand Alain's discussions but had always supported the latter's ideas. Although they did not have a particularly warm relationship, since Alain did not like Carter's clumsiness and cared about Khaenri'ahn automatons more than people, Carter still always respected him. During his work as an assistant, he made some friends. One of them was Rene de Petrichor, another brilliant scientist who became Alain's colleague in some projects, and Jakob Ingold – Rene's younger stepbrother, who was considered a little strange, which brought him closer to Carter. He also met Alain's younger sister, Mary Ann Guillotin, who Carter admired for her warmth, smile, and kindness. He admired the talents of Alain and Rene and believed that Rene and Jakob, the creators of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, would become very prominent figures in the history of Fontaine. Carter was delighted to learn that Alain, Mary Ann, Rene, and Jakob were also graduates of the Narzissenkreuz Institute. They talked about their adventures, about Lyris and Basil, which immersed Carter in his childhood memories. Like many graduates of the Institute, Carter dreamed of rebuilding an orphanage that was disbanded and flooded during the Cataclysm 500 years ago. Despite not being as talented as Rene and Alain were, Carter proposed creating a clockwork Mek capable of taking pictures. He believed that Alain would regret those moments when he hadn't been with his sister, Mary Ann and would want to see how she grew up and changed. Although Alain did not initially approve of the idea, he still saw the benefit of such a development for the Maison Gardiennage for its surveillance purpose. It was Carter's idea that led to the creation of Recon Log Mek – a mechanized dog with a camera on its head. Alain created his first Mek to help Mary Ann when she began working for the Marechaussee Hunters and named it Seymour. In addition, another automaton was named after Carter, Assault Specialist Mek. \"A clockwork meka adapted from the Cal. Scherbius type. Unfortunately, aside from its ability to attack, it has no other capabilities...\" \"Alongside the Recon Log Mek, this was one of the first new-type clockwork meka to be made. It was named to commemorate a friend of its inventor and was initially designed to help people. However, its ability to attack people – thereby avoiding the need to put friendly personnel at risk – subsequently became its real strength.\" Carter Scherbius had an unknown disease, sharing some symptoms with Eleazar, which left Carter with numbness in his limbs, causing him to frequently break and drop things. On one such occasion, Carter accidentally activated the ruin guard Alain was studying, and Alain had to deactivate the automaton. Due to his illness, Carter often asked for time off work and sometimes even passed out in the hospital. One day, the Director of the Institute of Natural Philosophy, Dwight Lasker, took samples of Carter's blood to send to Sumeru, a region with advanced medicine. But even there, they could not find a cure. When Rene learned of Carter's illness, he made it his mission to save his friend. He took blood and tissue samples for research, but all the experiments were inconclusive. Then Jakob, who had been exposed to the Abyss for several years to develop new abilities, suggested trying the same method to treat Carter. After much thought and discussion, Rene proposed this experiment to Carter, to which he agreed. Unfortunately, Elynas's flesh, which had a beneficial effect on Jakob, did not help Carter; it only caused rejection and tissue destruction. Despite his condition, Carter remained alive and could make sounds. Even when Rene removed Carter's vocal cords, they grew back within days. Unfortunately, Rene and Jakob could not cure Carter, but they used all their knowledge to bring him back in a different form. There are still many unsolved mysteries, come here and express your thoughts: https://www.hoyolab.com/topicDetail/528211 Related Entries: Many years ago, Caterpillar was human, but part of his memories were placed in the body of a Hilichurl with the help of the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz and the Oceanid Lyris. This is how the Caterpillar was created. Since Jakob Ingold and Rene de Petrichor considered the man who had previously been Caterpillar to be their friend, and in their imaginary world, the Book of Esoteric Revelations, we meet the memories of the man they were trying to save, it can be assumed that Caterpillar was previously Carter (Cater) Scherbius. Although Carter's body died, part of his consciousness was restored. After his creation by the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, Caterpillar took the form of a child with white skin, blackened limbs, white hair, and nails similar to a Hilichurl. He attributed his appearance and lack of aging to illness. Caterpillar's true form is an Anemo Hilichurl Rogue. Because Caterpillar aided the Narzissenkreuz Ordo during the battle in Elynas with the Marechaussee Hunters, he was sent to the Fortress of Meropide for his crimes over 400 years ago. Caterpillar supports this decision since he considers himself a monster who should be locked away for what he did. Caterpillar has hypnotic abilities; he can convince a person of something or guide them. One day, in prison, he met the colorblind artist Julien, who was engaged in the forgery of paintings since he could accurately draw what he saw. Caterpillar was able to convince Julien of his abilities as an artist. As Julien himself believed, Caterpillar allowed him to paint masterpieces. Caterpillar also used his ability with the guard Noailles, who had questions regarding Caterpillar’s documents. He convinced the guard that he was a criminal and where he belonged. Since Caterpillar is not human, he does not have the same qualities, including empathy. All the years spent in prison, Caterpillar had tried to learn humanity. And while any human helps others out of empathy, Caterpillar only helps because he knows that's what a human would do. Related Entries: Several years ago, Caterpillar met a little girl named Lanoire, who was born in prison. Her mother, Agnes, died in the Fortress of Meropide from illness without having time to complete documents for her daughter. Lanoire could not leave prison and go to her relatives since, according to the papers, she simply did not exist. Having made friends with Lanoire, Caterpillar decided to help the girl escape prison. The chosen method was the \"Game of the Rich\" – a game invented by the guard Estienne, in which teams competed to collect credit coupons, the special currency used in the Fortress of Meropide. The winning team would be able to travel with Estienne to the surface for periodic checks. Thus, Lanoire could leave prison, and no one would look for her. Teaming up with Traveler and Paimon, Caterpillar, and Lanoire were able to defeat the other teams, mainly due to Caterpillar, who had been collecting coupons for years by teaming up with other prisoners. Although the Fortress of Meropide guard, Noailles, tried to interfere with the escape plan, Lanoire, and Caterpillar were still able to escape and go to Lanoire’s grandfather, Earnshaw, with the help of Estienne. During his adventures with Lanoire, Caterpillar tells her a tale about a foolish apprentice, in whom he sees himself: \"Long, long ago... There was a mage's apprentice. He was a dim-witted apprentice, so it took him far more time than the others to learn the language of magic. But his teacher, who was an amazing mage, wasn't the least bit concerned. On the contrary, he heaped praise on his apprentice's progress and even entrusted him with important tasks... The apprentice never doubted his teacher's instructions. After all, he was a great mage who taught him the language of magic. The mage had a basin in his workshop. Actually, you could call it a fish bowl, as he kept a little fish in it. One day, the little fish called out to the apprentice: \"Hey, you over there! Nitwit! Help me out.\" The apprentice was taken aback. Apart from the great mage, nobody, or no creature even, would make conversation with him like that. So, this piqued his curiosity, and he asked how he could help. As it turned out, this little fish used to live in the vast and boundless sea. By being brought here, it had been separated from its family. It had tried to ask others for help, but none had responded to it. \"I'd like to bring you home, but my teacher has forbidden me from going out...\" the apprentice said. Hearing this, the little fish swam crestfallen to the other side of the basin, saying nothing further to the apprentice. Then one day, the apprentice discovered that the little fish was no longer in the basin. Who took it away? Did they bring it home? The apprentice couldn't help but wonder. Without the little fish, the basin was now completely empty. Just what sort of place is the \"vast and boundless sea\"? Before he realized it, the apprentice's thoughts had drifted to the world outside the workshop...\" Related Entries: After rescuing Lanoire, Caterpillar returned to the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, where he was met with the other \"heirs'' of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo: Ann, the Oceanid, and Seymour, the mechanical dog. Seymour was created by Alain Guillotin to protect his sister, Mary-Ann Guillotin. And Ann was created by another Oceanid, Mary-Ann of Annapausis, when she saw Ann in a dream. Together, they decided to find out the secret of Ann's origin and prevent Narzissenkreuz from carrying out his plan to save humanity from the Apocalypse, dissolving the bodily shell of all people in Fontaine with the help of the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz. Caterpillar, Traveler, Ann, Seymour, and Paimon searched for materials to forge the original Holy Blade, capable of dividing and uniting the will. It turns out that three of the four materials have already been found by Jakob Ingold, who was trying to implement Narzissenkreuz’s plan. He met with the Traveler and others at the Tower of Gestalt, the headquarters of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo. This meeting marked the beginning of Doomsday, as all four members were gathered together. When the clock struck midnight, and the hand broke through the room floor, taking Jakob with it, the Tower of Gestalt sank under the water, opening the way to the Primordial Sea and Narzissenkreuz. After defeating Narzissenkreuz and reconciling with him, Traveler, Caterpillar, Ann, Seymour, and Narzissenkreuz went to Mary-Ann in Annapausis. Related Entries: After saying goodbye to Mary-Ann, Ann, and Seymour, Caterpillar decided to go to the realm inside the Book of Esoteric Revelations created by Rene and Jakob to find \"something.\" Time moves differently in this world, and Caterpillar was there for so long that he forgot what he was looking for and began to lose his mind. Inside the Book, Caterpillar met \"Puppy,\" which was a memory of Carter Scherbius, just like Caterpillar himself. It said that the world inside the Book was collapsing, but as long as \"Puppy\" appeared in the form of a dog and not a Rifthound, there was still a chance of salvation. The Traveler rescued Caterpillar from this world, but the time spent in the Book left its scars on him. He could no longer take a human form, and his consciousness began to fade. Related Entries: Before leaving, Caterpillar decided to meet Lanoire on her birthday and told her the end of the story about the fish and the mage's apprentice: \"- So you still remember that story. - Of course. There's no way I would forget! I've been waiting for you to come back and finish telling me the whole thing! So, in the end, did the apprentice find the little fish? - Well, many, many years later... The foolish apprentice plucked up the courage to bid farewell to the great mage, left the workshop, and embarked on a journey to find the little fish. But he had never seen the vast ocean before, so he had no idea what the little fish's homeland was like. Therefore, he had to ask for directions along the way... He asked the reeds by the river, and upon hearing his story, the reeds laughed so hard that they bent over at the waist. \"You are looking for the ocean,\" said the reeds. \"It is a place much wider and grander than any river, the destination where rivers flow into.\" He followed the flowing river and eventually reached the vast ocean. However, the ocean was so vast that he didn't even know where to begin. So he asked the Violetgold Angler Gull resting on the pier. It was astonished by his story and dropped the fries it was holding in its beak in surprise. \"Buddy, this is an impossible task,\" the gull said. \"No one has ever, and I mean EVER, tried to find a common little fish in the vast ocean. Besides, who knows, it might have already...\" The apprentice silenced the seagull by stuffing its mouth with bread, disregarding it and its noisy companions. Then, he continued along the coastline, asking and searching as he went. Since he was a foolish apprentice, he only knew how to search in the most foolish way. He spent a lot of time learning how to dive, and again and again, he swam further and deeper into the ocean... - He must've found it in the end! If you wish hard enough and you don't give up, your wish will definitely come true! That's what Grandpa told me. - You like stories with happy endings... Well, Grandpa Earnshaw is right. Despite being a foolish apprentice, he finally managed to find that little fish in the most foolish way. When he found it, the little fish was swimming freely in the water with its family amidst an ever-shifting school of fish. But the apprentice recognized it at first glance, even among countless others of its kind. \"Finally, I found you...\" The apprentice had fulfilled his wish, but his emotions were not as jubilant as he had imagined. Instead, he felt somewhat bewildered. The school of fish curiously surrounded him, urging him to explain the whole story. He clumsily explained everything, and finally, as if relieved of a burden, he released a long stream of bubbles into the water. \"I must apologize twice,\" the apprentice said. \"Once for not summoning the courage to help you when you sought my assistance in the past, and once for the abruptness of my visit here...\". \"After finally seeing you again, I realized how selfish I have been... I thought that if I could apologize to you in person, I could forgive my past self.\" \"What does it matter?\" The little fish's response surprised the apprentice. \"You see, in the past, you couldn't help me, but I have still returned to my homeland, back to the embrace of my family.\" \"I haven't been harmed, so you don't need to seek anyone's forgiveness.\" \"You have spent so much time and effort over such a trivial matter. I can't decide whether to call you upright or foolish. But even if you are foolish, we don't mind being friends with foolish humans...\" - Wah! So, does that mean they finally became friends? What happens then? - Then? Well, they became the very best friends. - Huh? That's it? So, Cater, is that how the story ends...? - Mm-hmm, that's the end of my story. If a good story doesn't end in the right place, it will lose the fun. Heroes will become evil dragons. I've heard of stories that didn't want to end. And when they finally did, they were with but horrible endings and everyone in these stories had their hearts broken. Those were bad stories. But, dear Lanoire, the story of you and your adventure is still ongoing. Happy birthday. And one day, you'll have to share your story with me, won't you? - Mm-hmm... I promise I will, Cater.\" Realizing that they would never see each other again, Caterpillar told Lanoire to never speak with monsters that looks like him. He thanked Paimon and the Traveler for saving him and then disappeared. Related Entries: Lyris was a gentle Oceanid placed in charge of an orphanage, the Narzissenkreuz Institute, as a sign of gratitude to the Hydro Archon Egeria. Although Lyris loved children, she did not have outstanding intellectual abilities even for an Oceanid and did not have an understanding of cause and effect, so the Institute was run by the Vice-Director Basil Elton. When the Cataclysm came 500 years ago, she could not understand why the orphanage was destroyed, and her only desire was to return to the time when the children from the orphanage played as the Narzissen champions. She was found, consumed by guilt, by the members of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo, Rene, and Jakob. Since Lyris had the ability to dissolve and extract people's wills, she became a valuable member of the order, receiving the name \"Red Empress.\" When Rene dissolved his physical form with the help of Lyris and the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz, the Ordo decided to revive Elynas, the monster of the Abyss, with the help of whose flesh and blood Jakob Ingold fed his powers. Lyris went inside Elynas with Jakob and the Narzissenkreuz's apprentice, Caterpillar. In Elynas, they encountered Marechaussee Hunters, including Mary-Ann Guillotin, who attempted to stop the Narzissenkreuz Ordo. During this battle, Mary-Ann Guillotin was seriously injured, and Lyris hugged her and absorbed her consciousness. A new Oceanid, Mary-Ann, was born from this merge. Mary-Ann was no longer either Lyris or Mary-Ann Guillotin but embodied their shared consciousness and desires and was something beyond human or Oceanid capable of creating other Oceanids. Related Entries:" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Adventurer?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Adventurer is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Adventurer's Flower: A resilient flower that survived the harsh environment of an ancient city. It is now proudly worn like a medal.\nArtifact's Story: The ambitious adventurer came across this resilient flower in the depths of a gloomy ruin.Moved by the sight of life sprouting in defiance of a lifeless land, he almost forgot about the treasures buried deep in the ruin.After pausing to ponder it for a while, the adventurer plucked the flower, wore it as a brooch, and ventured forth into the darkness.\n\n- Adventurer's Pocket Watch: 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.\nArtifact's Story: There is nothing special about this green bandana, save that the fabric is rather robust and highly absorbent.Just like the bandana, its wearer was an unexceptional, ordinary person.But countless secrets lie hidden in the stars high up above and the abyss deep down below.All of these things are awaiting discovery by mere mortals.\n\n- Adventurer's Golden Goblet: The spoils of one of an adventurer's many expeditions. Though a little damaged, it is still an excellent find.\nArtifact's Story: An old, golden goblet that the adventurer used to drink water. It is said that he found it in an old ruin.The exterior is engraved with ancient symbols and inlaid with a faded gemstone.Eventually, the adventurer bid farewell to the nomadic lifestyle.This old, golden goblet was traded in for new, shiny Mora.\n\n- Adventurer's Bandana: A cloth garment worn at the forehead. Though soaked in sweat and covered in dust, it still beams with an adventurer's pride.\nArtifact's Story: An adventurer once traveled through a forest in search of rare beasts never seen before.As he tore his way recklessly through the foliage, the adventurer tripped on a tree root.When he regained consciousness, he saw a girl so beautiful that he was willing to give up the adventurer's life to be with her.Her appearance was surreal, with a cluster of feathers adorning her hair.\n\n- Adventurer's Tail Feather: The feather of an exotic bird rarely seen on this continent.\nArtifact's 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.The adventurer spent most of his days in darkness. The rhythmic sound of its moving hands was the only proof he had of the passage of time.Long after he had grown accustomed to a normal life, having given up the adventurer lifestyle he once loved so dearly, this forgotten pocket watch still sat quietly in the cabinet, waiting for its next adventure." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Archaic Petra?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Archaic Petra is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Flower of Creviced Cliff: A flower born of the minerals and rocks of cliffside cracks. The way its petals blow in the wind makes it seem alive.\nArtifact's Story: A flower that bloomed in a cliff's impregnable cleft.It is an exquisite life shaped by the essence of Geo.There is a folk saying that goes thus:In times of yore, someone told the Lord of Geo that there was no life to be found in barren stone.Thus did the Lord of Geo command flowers of purest gold to burst forth from the face of an uneven rock.Perhaps the Geo Archon did once work such a great wonder,Or perhaps this is but one of the many tales that shroud this ancient world.But the prosperous harbor that grew out of the lifeless mountains,And that braves the raging waves of the Sea of Clouds—Perhaps that was the brilliant flower, after all.\n\n- Sundial of Enduring Jade: A sundial carved from a single, large piece of jade. Its lined with a pattern that silently records the passage of time.\nArtifact's Story: It is said that during the years when gods contended against one another, Rex Lapis' aspect was that of boundless slaughter.In those god-eat-god battles, one could never have ascribed gentleness to him.He knew right from wrong, and never missed his mark: in those days of tumult, he would show no mercy, even to friends-turned-foes.Rex Lapis' stone-cold expression never once changed throughout that storied age.They say that only when the dust settled did he lay down that unmovable visage.But it had been necessary, for he had donned it to fulfill a contract.\n\n- Goblet of Chiseled Crag: A resplendent yet dignified wine goblet, once filled to the brim in an era long gone.\nArtifact's Story: A vessel for wine carved from immovable rock.It is said to be filled with the ambrosia of sovereigns.It behooves basalt to be impregnable, and crystal to shine in its translucence.Going incognito amongst mortals should be likewise, exquisite in its enjoyments.Folk legend holds that in order to drink wine,Rex Lapis brought forth bedrock,And carved jade and lovely stone into a wine vessel for himself.Some even say that there were once seven such vessels.\n\n- Mask of Solitude Basalt: A solemn mask exquisitely carved from basalt. Its hollow eyes stare ahead expressionless and cold.\nArtifact's Story: A feather left behind by the giant wings that flattened the mountains.Though it has long turned moss-green, this feather remains sharp as a naked blade.They say that in ancient times, when the world was in turmoil, Rex Lapis plucked mountains and turned them into huge birds of prey.These birds were carved out of rock and jade, and they soared above the ground once they had taken shape.Spiraling toward the heavens, they pierced through the clouds and flattened many stone peaks therein.They say that these rock kites spread their wings and dived towards the ocean,And they fell from the sky like comets,Right into the heart of the sea, and the monsters within...And they say that the pillars of stone that jut out from the ocean continue to attract birds to this day.\n\n- Feather of Jagged Peaks: A hard feather from a large seacliff hawk. The basalt tip of the feather sometimes glistens with a cool dew.\nArtifact's Story: A sundial made using regal jade.It silently pursues both time and tide.Even rocks that have stood firm for time immemorial will eventually disintegrate over time, crumbling into dust and gravel.Legend has it that the Lord of Geo once made the glittering stars of the earth into devices for telling time, all the better to teach the ancient humans about the value of every moment.Over the passage of time, this sundial came to be the prized possession of Kunwu, who was then still a young scholar in training.\"When I was young, I dreamed of studying the classics and going to Sumeru to attain the greatest wisdom.\"\"Yet when gaining this dial, I played with and examined it for many long days, and could not find in it a single flaw.\"\"Thus I changed tacks and sought a master craftsman to learn a new trade, and thereby challenge the creator of this divine tool.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Berserker?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Berserker is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Berserker's Rose: An exquisite flower that has been dyed red. It represents the qualities of the Berserker.\nArtifact's Story: In the days before the berserker descended into madness, he would sometimes pause in the rose garden for a moment to himself.He had never had a family, nor had he a lover, or a friend.When he was not on the battlefield, he would come here to tend to the fragile flowers in the garden with all his heart,as if the crimson flowers buried in the thorns were the only warmth he could cling to.\n\n- Berserker's Timepiece: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Bathed in the flames that devoured his homeland, the berserker's face was no longer recognizable.The iron mask became joined with his flesh, permanently branding his face with a heartless countenance.Then, in a fierce battle, his horrifying mask was split into two by his opponent.The cracks of the mask tore apart the flesh that had long stuck to it.But neither pain nor blood could stop the berserker's unfaltering footsteps.The berserker kept roaring until the fresh blood covered the black clots hardened on his face.\n\n- Berserker's Bone Goblet: A goblet made from the bone of an unknown beast. It was taken as a trophy after some deadly encounter.\nArtifact's Story: The bloodthirsty berserker ravaged the lands, fighting humans and monsters alike, and even challenged the gods.In a barren and lifeless land, he encountered a giant monster.His iron mask could not conceal his rage, and so an endless fight ensued.Hours, days, and years passed. The monster was finally defeated.The berserker sucked out the marrow of the monster's broken horn. This was how the victor drank to his success.\n\n- Berserker's Battle Mask: A hideous iron mask that has been left half-shattered from vicious battles.\nArtifact's Story: The once-sane berserker's homeland fell victim to the raging war between gods and mortals.The rose garden burst into flames and birds of omen fed on the flesh of his countrymen.Reborn in flames, vengeance and bloodlust took over the warrior's mind, turning him into a berserker.Black feathers, scattered on the battlefield, were painted red by his rage as he took his revenge.\n\n- Berserker's Indigo Feather: An indigo feather from a legendary raven, part of which has been dyed crimson red.\nArtifact's Story: The end inevitably comes for all, even the seemingly invincible berserker.As the blood on his hands finally dried up, the berserker's footsteps began to falter.His life was destined to end the moment he met his last challenger on the battlefield.On the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, his hourglass was painted red by the setting sun." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Blizzard Strayer?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blizzard Strayer is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Snowswept Memory: 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.\nArtifact's Story: This is a flower of ever-frost, plucked by a pair of gentle hands.It must have given a certain someone the strength to see winter as a warm embrace.\"This fourth fresco is prepared for you. Your likeness will forever remain on this wall.\"\"For the sake of that fresco, and for everyone's sake, I will wait for you, and pray for your return...\"The maiden stood before a blank wall, and smiling, she pinned a small flower to the hero's breast.That was an elegant and unruffled fellow, who would never bat an eyelid, not even in the face of death itself.The heroism of the Icebreaker was forgotten, buried in the storms of the North.Since then, the snow has melted — but this flower has not withered.\n\n- Frozen Homeland's Demise: 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.\nArtifact's Story: The hero set out on his journey, bearing the tiny hopes that the entombed city still had for salvation.Donning his winter crown, he marched purposefully away, disappearing into the boundless snowstorm.Bearing his agreement with the mountain city, bearing their clear-eyed gazes, the hero never once feared the unknown beyond the icy curtain.The once-lush mountainside and the blessings that now no longer fell from the skies — these were the hero's motivation to carry on no matter what.\"Past the ice-sealed door, walking down the corridors to the depths,\"\"He will break off a branch of silver-white, and bring hope to the snowy land.\"The maiden sang these songs to comfort her people, and she nursed her memories of him.She believed that he would return to her, with genial springtime and unshakeable hope in his train.But in the end, the hero who stepped out into the snow would not return in time.He would stand accused of flight by hateful words long ground to dust amid the snowstorms...\n\n- Frost-Weaved Dignity: A cup carved out of ice that is as chilly and biting as winter. Its former master would drink an unfreezable liquor from it.\nArtifact's Story: For the outlander who once searched for hope in midwinter on another's behalf,Even the glass he drank from was carved out of ice.Drinking bitter wine in this glass would feel like swallowing icicles that stung every inch of one's throat.Ordinary people would struggle to enjoy this sensation — but the reticent hero relished it.He was a warrior as silent as the ice itself, blocking the frigid winds that descended from the stars with his body.But not content with merely being protected, the maiden who painted left the man she admired these last instructions:\"If fear or despair, both of which are within our nature, should crush you, or cause you to never return, then...\"\"...Then please, live on. Do not accompany us unto our doom — to languish forgotten in the snow.\"Taking another swig of bitter wine to steel himself for the journey, he turned away from the maiden's wet eyes,And he would set out on an unending pursuit, towards the land of snow and profundity.\n\n- Broken Rime's Echo: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A feather of a bird of prey that did not originally belong in the winter chill. It is cold to the touch.And when you do touch it, it is as if you can hear cries in the snowstorm, unbowed but bereft of hope.With no nest or shelter, the bird faced the storms proudly.This feather has been assailed with coalescing ice and snow, leaving it coated in pearls of frost.It once came from a falcon in flight and was plucked violently from that bird by the frigid winds.It drifted a while in the air before the weight of the frost dragged it back down to the ground.\"I believe that the lively birds will follow you, and return to the gardens of the summer palace, now green once more.\"\"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.\"The hero, bearing such great burdens on his back, halted in the whipping snow, struggling to discern the color of that feather.Sealed in ice, that feather's color faded every step of the way — just like the hero's task.\n\n- Icebreaker's Resolve: 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.\nArtifact's Story: An ancient hourglass with fine powdered snow flowing in it.Even the coldest winter cannot freeze the flow of time.\"The cold that descends from the sky can freeze time itself.\"This myth was widely believed throughout the entombed mountain city.As the hero reached the top of the wall of wind and ice, the night was descending and the snowstorm was howling.Neither sun- nor moon-light could pierce this white wind easily.Even the bleakest storm cannot freeze the river of time,That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.And even the most formidable hero will one day be forgotten." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Bloodstained Chivalry?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bloodstained Chivalry is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Bloodstained Flower of Iron: A dried flower stained black with blood and now as hard as steel. Probably some sort of a memento for its former master.\nArtifact's Story: A common white flower given to the knight by a rescued damsel.It is dried and hardened by the blood from all his bloodshed.Thanking him for his valor, the damsel offered a reward.He turned down all she gave, save for a pure white flower.\"For a knight, chivalry is its own reward.\"\"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need.\"He wore the flower upon his heart.Like his armor, it was stained as black as a winter's night.Like his heart, it was hardened like a tempered blade.\n\n- Bloodstained Final Hour: A timepiece once used by a knight. The liquid inside has dried up, rendering it useless.\nArtifact's Story: A luxurious platinum mask that once belonged to a knight of noble birth.The dark stains of dry blood are now a permanent part of its appearance.As the Bloodstained Knight reached out to help a person in need after slaying the monster,The way she cowered in fear made the knight realize:He was now a monster himself.Tainted by the blood and cruelty of his drawn-out war.\"Shield me from the eyes\"\"Of those I vowed to protect.\"\"And shield them from the horrors I am bound to effect.\"\n\n- Bloodstained Chevalier's Goblet: The dark metallic vessel owned by the Bloodstained Knight. Its exterior has been stained as black as the night by smoke and coagulated blood.\nArtifact's Story: Originally an exquisite silver goblet with gold engravings depicting the feats of a chivalrous knight.But blood and smoke have stained the cup beyond recognition.Covered in blood, the knight who slayed demons returned from the scourged battlefield,Only to find that those awaiting his rescue were nowhere to be found among the burning, collapsed houses.Defeated, the Bloodstained Knight took the smoke-blackened goblet,and vowed to rid the world of monsters, of poverty and of evil.\n\n- Bloodstained Iron Mask: The iron mask the knight used to conceal their identity. Many have speculated about the face behind the mask.\nArtifact's Story: One of the countless raven feathers stuck to the Bloodstained Knight.For where there is blood, ravens shall follow.In the end the Bloodstained Knight could no longer tellwhether the blood that stained him was his own or that of his enemies.Eventually, on his long journey filled with bloodshed, he came to a realization:His path of so-called chivalry had turned him from the white knight he used to be into the monster he had now become.His only followers were the ravens drawn to the bloodshed he left in his wake.\n\n- Bloodstained Black Plume: A raven feather pinned to a knight's cape. Countless bloodstains have dyed it pitch black.\nArtifact's Story: Deep in the abyss, where celestial bodies cast no light,the Bloodstained Knight kept this timepiece, though time had lost all meaning.At an end was the Bloodstained Knight's story,for he realized there was no place for him on this earth.He ventured into the fallen ancient kingdom, and died in battle in the monsters' lair.At the bottom of the world, he learned the origin of the monsters that destroyed the ancient kingdom.\"The ancient kingdom was wrongfully cursed,\"\"Turning its inhabitants into monsters.\"\"The code of chivalry tolerates not such injustice.\"\"If Abyss be thy name, I pledge to you my loyalty.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Brave Heart?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Brave Heart is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Medal of the Brave: A simple flower brooch that is a keepsake from someone's first adventure.\nArtifact's Story: The little hero slipped out of doors by night, and with his friend rushed headlong into the wolves' forest.With his slingshot he chased boars, and with sturdy branches he would battle imaginary monsters.Following the shining Seelie deep into the woods, he discovered a treasure that had laid buried for a thousand years.That treasure was a small yellow flower.When the tired hero returned to his childhood bedroom, and flipped through the proof of his first adventures,He discovered to his surprise that the long-hidden flower had yet to wilt.Yet in this it was alone, for everything else had changed with the passing of years.\n\n- Fortitude of the Brave: A dated miniature hourglass that serves no practical purpose. It seems as elusive as time itself.\nArtifact's Story: The little hero entered the deep, mysterious forest, and henceforth walked the path of resistance.His best playmate played the role of the champion knight of the aristocracy.\"Like a lion I stride the battlefield, like she did a thousand years before.\"\"Songs I will inspire with my sword, to give to generations to come.\"Their toy greatswords and tree branches clashed in their fierce duel—Till at last the hero won the day, and seized the aristocrats' crowns from their heads.Many years later, this wreath of flowers, though crudely made,Would seem more precious still than the power a master of knights held...\n\n- Outset of the Brave: A crude wooden vessel filled only with memories.\nArtifact's Story: The young hero's first battle ended, and for the first time he tasted the sweet wine of victory.That day, deep of the vine he drank together with his closest friend — supportive, joyful, and blissfully ignorant.Many years later, when the cataclysm came, he led the knights to fight for his homeland.On the eve of battle, he advised his childhood friend and long-time deputy to come drink with him.\"If you do not return, I will not mourn you.\"\"Nay, I will toast you, and drink in your honor, just as we do today.\"\n\n- Crown of the Brave: A rough-and-ready laurel wreath that seems as precious as a king's golden crown.\nArtifact's Story: To comfort his crybaby of a companion, the young hero gave his friend a bird's feather.This was proof of their shared adventure, of the treasure they found together, and was meant to embolden his comrade.Much later, one of them was named a \"lion,\"And became a crownless king at the head of many knights.The other became a \"wolf,\"Supporting his friend from the shadows, and running affairs of state.In those turbulent times, the two defended their home and each other like sword and dagger.But this was a story from long ago.So many were lost during the cataclysm.\n\n- Prospect of the Brave: A shimmering feather from a songbird that brings a nudge of courage to its wearer.\nArtifact's Story: When the black curses poured forth, and the roots of disaster infested the earth,The knights, on expedition in a foreign land, would face the horror head on, their formation steely as the northern glaciers.The steel of their greatswords flashed brightly, and the dark ichor fell like poisoned rain.At last the hero returned home, but this time, without his old friend.So much had changed, save for the hourglass that childhood companion had gifted him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Crimson Witch of Flames?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Crimson Witch of Flames is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Witch's Flower of Blaze: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A common species of flower.It is curiously capable of resisting the Crimson Witch's flames.A crisis centuries ago dashed all hope of the maiden seeing the future promised to her.Those dear to her, her past days, and her bright future. All gone.From the ashes, the Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and she burned away her pain with fire.Yet this flower stayed resilient, soft, and moist.Perhaps both painful and beautiful memories were two sides of the same coin.\n\n- Witch's End Time: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A traditional witch's pointed hat with a large brim.It grants a witch the reverence and fear which she commands.To the Crimson Witch of Flame, this large hat shielded her from surrounding distractions.It was how she was able to hone her Pyro skills when she was still an apprentice.In combat, she needed not pay attention to monsters disintegrating in flames.Nor did she need to look at her own burnt face in the water's reflection.And so the Crimson Witch continued to burn, blind to the extent of her devastation.\n\n- Witch's Heart Flames: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A clear bottle containing liquid fire.The techniques involved in making liquid fire have since been lost.The Crimson Witch of Flame walked upon the earth, burning monsters into cinders.Rumor told of how she sacrificed her mortal body to become the embodiment of liquid fire herself.Still, love and longing once dwelt in her maiden heart.Until fires burned away that beautiful and fragile part.Thus, she became the witch that historians were loath to remember.\n\n- Witch's Scorching Hat: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A forever-burning bird feather.The fire shall burn for all eternity.Scorched earth followed in her wake, for she chose a path of hellfire.Though her fires only touched monsters and demons,People still cowered behind closed windows and tried to drive her away. But none of that mattered to her.New hopes were birthed from the fires of old pains.She needed not comforting nor sympathy.Chirping by her side, the birds gave her all the understanding she needed.\n\n- Witch's Ever-Burning Plume: A bird feather touched by the witch who once dreamt of burning away all the demons in the world. Its eternal flame burns hot.\nArtifact's Story: A small vessel containing a high-temperature liquid.It is said to be the molten souls of evil spirits.A special Hydro timepiece given to the Crimson Witch before calamity struck. Back then she was still a maiden, and had not yet embarked on her journey.One cycle was the time required to finish her study at the Academia.By the time the countdown ended and she returned to her hometown, its previous owner had become a casualty of the crisis.Her maiden years were over. The Crimson Witch of Flame was born, and with her the era of destruction.The timepiece bore witness to the days of monsters and the pain they caused, until all were burned away." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Deepwood Memories?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deepwood Memories is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Labyrinth Wayfarer: This lovely gold-plated flower was plucked from the crown of the ruler of the forest.\nArtifact's Story: When the lord of the forest was born, the king of trees bestowed upon them a crown. This crown would finally pass to the first maiden who had followed in the lord's footsteps. She once took in many children who had become lost in the forest, yet had not ever trodden upon any wild flowers. She only knew how to serve her liege and defend the labyrinth, And she knew that the world was naught but the dream of the forest, So she taught the ways of the hunt and the method of walking through dreams to the children, She taught that they must love the plants of the forest, for they belong to her liege's garden. That they must respect the creatures that fall under their arrows, for they are her lord's people. Her teachings would pass amongst the lost children of the forest, and they would change much. Eventually, their origins would be forgotten altogether, but some people would become guardians who patrolled the woods, Returning to the world of humans and light bonfires in the deepest of nights to exorcise the shadows. There was one who remained and walked between the trees, eventually forgetting time itself amidst the hunt for wild beasts, becoming drenched in black blood. She was very nearly as ancient as the final lord of the forest, and at the last she dreamed a dream of the labyrinth and the hunt. This dream was so great and vast that it would cover every dream that was ever dreamed by the forest people. The labyrinth, for its part, was the vast and endless hunting ground, where the roots of trees and the lines drawn by the snaking streams were denser than a tiger's stripes, More changeable than the flowing water. The whispers that preach \"death\" became lost within this labyrinth, For only she and those who understood the teachings of the forest lord could pass through the maze and enter into the boundless hunting grounds. Till at last, when the whispers had faded, and the wicked beasts had fled far away, did she, now fully eroded, disappear together with that grand dream. She, and many fragments of dreams, would at last flow into the dreams of human scions. Like how a shattered mirror reflects many different images, The dreams she left behind are circulated through the narratives of the people in a myriad of forms. Those tales that became the widest spread (emerged victorious) had nothing at all to do with her. Her name as mentioned in those tales, for example, was in fact the name of the crown. In the end, all she had left to herself was her true name, a handful of water that reflected the moonlight, And the golden flower she had taken from the crown that her beloved king had given her.\n\n- A Time of Insight: 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.\nArtifact's Story: The ancient legends say that the lord of the forest was immortal, As they at life's end would melt into the forest, Their claws would become metal and wood, and their stripes would become an endless maze, And their smoldering eyes would become the moon in both the sky and the water. All things that die will gain new life in some other form. All things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots. \"But those souls who had been destroyed by death, memories that are eternally lost,\" \"Is there a place for them in the cycle of life and death?\" \"The soul is a void concept, and memories must one day return to the land.\" \"What is there to worry about if something that was always void were to fade away?\" \"Rather, remind and support one another, such that everyone's image will be remembered forever.\" \"Thus shall we defeat the natural cycle of life and death, and preserve memory forever!\" Much later, the friends who had agreed to remind one another would be infected with the wicked disease of forgetfulness. According to the image of the three people and three spirits that had not been wholly forgotten, And the records and conjectures left behind by the mad scientist who was expelled by the academy, The dream had to be captured — along with the inhabitants of the forest who could control dreams, To remind that friend once again of one's own form and the memories that were shared. If the organ that governs memory has taken too much damage and cannot be healed, Then bring another old friend and dwell in dreams of the past together, Play in a small tree house, and explore the limitless depth of the jungle. Yes, that would be nice as well. For in dreams, everyone has a chance to start over. But first, those dream spirits must be captured. Those sellswords once did much for me. I trust they will not disappoint this time, either.\n\n- Lamp of the Lost: This was originally an oil lamp in the style of the desert realm, but has since sprouted fluorescent green leaves.\nArtifact's Story: Those were the years of the lord of the labyrinth... It is said that the most virtuous and visionary of the royal servants was a young girl who could understand the language of all beasts and read the poetry of moonlight. She guarded the silent forest, the still water that embraced the moon, and the endless hunting grounds at the very end of the dream forest. \"We were born in the verdant royal forest. Our world is under the tree-shade and above the meadow.\" \"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.\" \"For all those who follow nature must pass through the maze of the forest and reach that endless plain.\" Her teachings once inspired many children, but like the blood of tigers, it too would slowly grow thin... Those were the years of the ominous moon... They say that the blind boy followed in the footsteps of his white-armored brother, traversing kingdoms, mountains, and rivers, At last becoming lost in the dark forest. He was obsessed with swordsmanship but was gentler than anyone. He was too dogmatic, but adhered to justice more than anyone... At the end of the everlasting, white phantom in his heart, what he discovered was a relic of the woods, pure white as the moonlight. Later, there came beasts that lusted after flesh and blood. When the huntress finally came to him, following the shimmering light of the white branches, He had already lost the power to make wishes, and the white form that once guided him had faded into darkness and disappeared... Those were the years when the night was on the rise. Those were the years when dawn was still far-off. From the nightmare, the wise caught a glimpse of the dark longsword and the red blooming in the water.\n\n- Laurel Coronet: 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.\nArtifact's Story: There is a time appointed for all things to live and die, and the cycle continues on forever, Thus did the ruler of trees once preach the cycle of life. All things that die will gain new life in some other form, And all things that decay will sprout pure and tender new shoots. Fruits that fall upon the land will feed the beasts of the land, And the beasts will return to the land and themselves become fruits. The forests were always full of life. Legend has it that when the god of trees created a forest amidst the sands, The first order of the day was to create a device that could call forth the rains. Thus did the bright moon reflect the patterns of light from the labyrinth upon the water, And from this was the \"tiger\" born. The tiger's stripes were ever-changing, resembling the forest's branches, And thus did it become the ruler of the jungle, whose name was Viaghara. The blessed lord of the forest walked amidst the garden, head held high, Ruling over the primates, the birds, and the beasts of the labyrinth. Later, the seeds of the pomegranates fell upon the soil and gave birth to the forest spirits. Thus did the lord of the forest bless them under the first Vasara Tree, and made a pact with the divine, To share the labyrinth with them, and to command the birds and beasts not to harm them. Though the sun's light was shrouded for a time, the flowing water was once corrupted, And the final forest lord died in defense of the nurseries of life, A large whiskered cat succeeded that regal name, And guarded the woodland creatures in imitation of that lord. Though it could not match even an iota of that lord's might, It would keep the promise and protect the forest, Nor would it ever attempt to harm the guardian spirits of the trees. Yes, though the ever-changing labyrinth has perished, The forest is still filled with life.\n\n- Scholar of Vines: An emerald leaf as fluffy as a feather. Plucked from the raiment of a forest scholar.\nArtifact's 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. Many tiny tyrants would marshal refugees fleeing the cataclysm, and they would build temples, palaces, and high walls where once stood ancient ruins. The ruined cities would be devastated each after the next, and despots of all stripes boasting of power and wealth for a time would rise and fall all too quickly. This oil lamp belonged to one of the young princes of the decaying kingdoms and was one of the remaining treasures hidden away in his trove. \"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.\" \"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.\" \"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.\" \"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.\" \"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.\" \"Scarcity and strife, those two deformed twins, would dance wildly amidst these burning, godless sands, burying our selves within their mirage.\" And so did the kingdom within the searing sand return whence it came, and the once-affluent prince became a penniless refugee. With the wish to conquer new lands burning in his breast, he set out for the rainforest with what little wealth he had left on his person. But much later, the prince who wished to inherit the woodland like a Rishboland Tiger would himself be conquered by the quiet moonlight. He was drawn to the powerful form of the huntress with the white bow, and in being pursued and expelled each night, The homeless prince slowly understood the murmurs of the trees and the whispering of the tigers, and was accepted by the beneficent dream— \"Hahaha, well, isn't that a fine tale? A noble forced from their home, who finds destiny and glory once again...\" \"The golden dream, it awaits all lost grains of sand...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Defender's Will?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Defender's Will is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Guardian's Flower: An iris that was cherished by the guardian. Unfortunately, the chance never came for it to be given to whom the guardian loved.\nArtifact's Story: Only that maiden's clear voice,Could cause the guardian's brow to come unbound.Their time together was short.At last, the knight's blood would run dry,As would her tears and her songs.\n\n- Guardian's Clock: A small timekeeping gadget. On moonless nights, it was the only way its former owner could know the time.\nArtifact's Story: Always have a backup plan—He wore this headband to remind himself of that axiom.In an emergency, it could also serve as a tourniquet.By this creed he taught his swordsmanship to the knights under his friend's command.By this credo he also mentored a white knight who loved justice above all else.In its name he nipped many seedlings that might have blossomed into evil in the bud.As long as he was sufficiently prepared,Even if one day, he should be unable to defend this land,Or protect his friend, or that maiden who loved to sing...\n\n- Guardian's Vessel: A metal vessel that can be filled with a drink to dispel the loneliness of the long watch.\nArtifact's Story: An exceedingly ordinary old wine canteen.If one had to point out something special about it,It would be that it never once contained a drop of alcohol.\"Come on, you have to try a little wine sometime.\"The guardian's longtime friend and superior joked.\"Quit knitting those eyebrows together, have a little wine and song!\"\"I mean, that's how we have the courage to face tomorrow.\"\n\n- Guardian's Band: A fabric band dyed indigo by the darkness of night. Can also double as a bandage in the event of an emergency.\nArtifact's Story: The shield-crest engraved upon this quill glitters in the pale moonlight.Long ago, this light would strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and thieves.The guardian had a very precious knightly title.But at night, he would disguise his crest and face beneath a mantle.Thus, he could shake off his restraints and do that which needed to be done——Yet could not be done by an upright knight in good standing.\n\n- Guardian's Sigil: A feather-shaped brooch that symbolizes someone’s yearning to defend others like a shield.\nArtifact's Story: The ticking of the clock's hands, the candlelight, and the reams of case notes,The shadows by moonlight, the blade and black mantle,These were the constant companions of the lonesome guardian.But no matter how far he went, there was never enough time.His superior, carefree and proud, often laughed at his curtness, his unsmiling face, his aversion to fun.But the guardian was not one to look back on the past — only to the present and future.Only by reaving every last trace of evil, no matter the means,Could he ensure that this land that his friend and superior loved could have a future without fear.Only when he gazed on that maiden in the square,Could he think upon things he had no time for.Only then could he think about his own future..." } ]

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

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

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

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Flower of Paradise Lost?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flower of Paradise Lost is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Ay-Khanoum's Myriad: An amethyst bloom that has been beautifully sculpted in the image of an ancient, extinct flower.\nArtifact's Story: In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens. Her magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds... Legend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights... Her heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries. Thence, those streams flowed into verdant gardens, from which sprouted night-blue water lilies. Water lilies are the mothers of the Jinn, and the Jinn were birthed from intoxicating dreams and the bitter memories of loss. The first Jinn were creatures of wisdom. They indulged in innocent dreams and love just as sweet. To thank their creator, the infantile Jinn took their mistress by the arm and granted her a laurel wreath of wild chrysanthemums. \"Oh, Lord of Flowers, master of the garden, we beg of thee — stay, leave us not!\" \"Yes. Please, dream-mother, mistress of forgetting and wine, we beg of you — remain queen of this garden.\" As so, detained by the gentleness of the Jinn, the exiled goddess remained in this garden of flowers. Gorgeous purple flowers bearing semblance to the moon bloomed wherever she stopped by. They were named \"Padisarah.\"\n\n- A Moment Congealed : These sands no longer move no matter how you tilt the hourglass, now and forever defying the drift of time itself.\nArtifact's Story: In a bygone time of which only the Jinn weep, the Mistress of Oases made a final choice. At that moment, she learned that her fate was no riddle, but the key to opening a mysterious doorway. Through King Deshret's words and aspirations, she saw the possibility to transcend the absurd shackles that governed this world. Rejecting the gift granted by the divine throne, the red-crowned king sought a new path of his own volition... Though the future she revealed was ruinous and bleak, the king refused to yield an inch. Even knowing that the journey was to be fraught with peril, even knowing those dearest to him were certain to fade before his very eyes... The Red Lord chose a noble lie, shepherding his followers on a path toward oblivion. \"You seek but to chain the winds. Upon the tombstone of divinity shall humanity become the god of gods.\" \"Such a carefree dream was certain to be unmade. In ruins where lies are sundered, humanity will become the king of kings.\" The Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god. An idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power. What hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope... Dreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers. Only by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will... Just as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone. However, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion. Brilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth... \"... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?\"\n\n- Secret-Keeper's Magic Bottle: A small bottle made of purple crystal. An emerald cap keeps it tightly sealed.\nArtifact's Story: In a bygone time of which only the Jinn could sigh, the Lord of the Desert built a cemetery for his beloved. With the gems beneath the deep sands as a power source and the aid of the Jinn, he built an eternal oasis. Eons later, the legend of the \"Eternal Oasis\" spread amongst the wandering tribes of the desert. Wanderers claim that it is a place of ever-flourishing greenery, ruled by the slumbering Goddess of Flowers. Wanderers say that Ferigees, last mother of the Jinn, guards the grand gates to the oasis, Blessing every mortal that comes before her with unwavering tenderness, be they good or ill... The matriarchs of the Tanit, Uzza, Shimti, and other tribes besides all refer to themselves as \"Daughters of the Flower Goddess.\" With faith as their foundation and united by blood, they are further joined by mutual imaginations of the fabled Padisarah garden. The scattered, struggling tribes of the desert seek the Eternal Oasis and endless knowledge. Just as the prophecy left by their goddess foretold, even after the scouring of civilization, humanity yet survives by their tenacity... Even deprived of the guidance of gods, even if they were forced to unite via the memory of a goddess long dead, This tear-sated desert of salt has been unable to halt humanity's tread, unable to stop them from searching for the immortal lie that is the \"Eternal Oasis.\" \"My lord... why do you command the dunes to stop flowing? Why do you bray at the winds to stop them from blowing?\" \"Just like this hourglass. Should these crystal sands mingle into a congealed whole, what would be the meaning of its existence then?\" \"Eternity is no paradise, but something that is nigh-impossible to deconstruct, an obstinate stain that cannot be mended.\" \"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.'\" Once, in a moment in time, the three companions engaged in idle chatter, their words seized by the flowing winds of the desert and carried across the annals of time... Somewhere in a faraway desert, the imaginings of a time-petrified oasis remains in the minds' of a tribe, Yet these rootless wandering people continue the cycle of life and death amidst the flowing sands of the dunes...\n\n- Amethyst Crown: A crown inlaid with amethyst and emerald. It seems to have been the headgear worn by ancient priests of the Goddess of Flowers.\nArtifact's Story: In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers... As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved. The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said. None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods. But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen. The desert and oasis were sovereigns most high, yet held wild thoughts of rebellion the most strongly. \"I shall keep your secrets on account of the feelings my heart holds for you and the Lord of Wisdom.\" \"I shall fashion you a bridge to allow you to slake your deepest wants. But you must fear not the crystalline sapphire nail...\" \"I will deliver you unto higher knowledge. But as I have warned, you are fated to lose much in this exchange...\" \"Nevertheless, hide my lesson in your heart. Remember the punishment that once was inflicted on the fallen envoys of heaven.\" \"Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary.\" Wreathed in darkness, she guided her dearest friend toward the path to understanding all there was to know about the skies and the abyss. Using his body as a conduit and offering the oasis in trade, he let the dazzling radiance consume him to see his deepest desires be made manifest... Sandstorms swept in revelrous havoc across the paradise that was now missing one of its gods, folding the skies with yellow sand, swallowing all in calamity... King Deshret returned from the swirling sands that devoured the skies. The Lord of Flowers, however, was never seen again. \"... I just dreamed of you... feeling your way through the walls of a crystalline maze... All that can be seen... is but sand...\"\n\n- Wilting Feast : 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.\nArtifact's Story: In a bygone time of which only the Jinn sing, the Lord of Flowers once met the King of the Red Sands. In an age where kings vied against one another for power, King Deshret allowed his throne to be shared with two others. The Jinn bequeathed a throne inlaid with emeralds and rubies to celebrate the union between the three friends. In honor of the eternal oasis and the flourishing Padisarahs, the Lord of Flowers wore an amethyst crown. \"But 'eternity' is ultimately a lie. Intoxication and love could only grind memories down to broken dreams.\" \"You once asked me why I always sigh. Tonight, while the moon is bright, let me speak to you of things long past...\" \"It was a faraway time of calm and peace. Divine envoys spoke openly with the people then, bringing them the word from the heavens...\" \"But, in time, invaders descended from beyond the firmament, bringing with them destruction, overturning rivers, spreading plagues...\" \"And though the invaders brought war to my former kin, they also brought about illusions that could break through shackles to the land.\" \"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...\" \"We then suffered the torment of exile. Stripped was our connection to heaven, to our powers of enlightenment...\" \"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...\" \"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.\" \"Heed my warnings: seek not the Master of the Four Shades, and inquire not of the mysteries of the sky and the abyss.\" \"Otherwise, as shown by the nail of retribution, certain calamity and sorrow shall follow.\" However, King Deshret disagreed with the warnings of his partner, silently swearing his intent to transgress. Wiping clean the tears of his companion beneath the moon's gaze, he spoke then of his own desires to the Goddess of Flowers..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Gambler?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gambler is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Gambler's Brooch: A big, luxurious flower that can hide loaded dice.\nArtifact's Story: Gamblers like to flaunt their wealth, although their money can disappear overnight.She would wear this huge, exotic flower ornament on her ears. It certainly catches the eye.But what they would not see is the trick dice carefully hidden within the flower.The gambler would only sneak this dice out of the brooch in an urgent situation.Swapping in this dice under the vigilant eyes of the guests was how she turned the table around.\n\n- Gambler's Pocket Watch: A shattered pocket watch that once took a lethal hit for its owner.\nArtifact's Story: These ostentatious earrings are the perfect representation of the gambler's transient wealth.The glimmer of the gem is just as soothing as the sky and the lake.The earrings would be coated with a mildly sedative substance to keep the gambler calm in the game.In games where one gambles with life and death, remaining calm and composed is the key to winning.\n\n- Gambler's Dice Cup: This vessel was specially made for a single purpose. It has absolutely no secret compartments built into it.\nArtifact's Story: Every gambler is superstitious to some degree. Many are very fond of custom-made dice cups, for instance.This was her custom-made dice cup. Despite what one might expect, there was nothing dishonest about it. It had no hidden mechanisms.Fate only decides half of one's dice rolls. The other half are decided by oneself.And yet, she never rolled the dice away from the gambling table.\n\n- Gambler's Earrings: A pair of blue earrings that, when worn, calm the mind and encourage a rational assessment of risks.\nArtifact's Story: This colorful feather served to decorate a gambler's hat. Its flamboyance disgusts true aristocrats.But what the aristocrats do not see is the delicate mechanism hidden beneath the surface.When the time comes, the gambler subtly swaps in a hidden, game-changing card.Upon seeing this card, the disdain and condescension on the aristocrats' faces would instantly give way to sheer shock.\n\n- Gambler's Feather Accessory: The tail feather of a large bird. Perfect for discretely concealing a trump card.\nArtifact's Story: Perfect timing is necessary for the gambler's trick to work.That's why she always had this golden pocket watch in her breast pocket.In countless games, there was always that crucial moment when her sensitive perception of time saved her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Gilded Dreams?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gilded Dreams is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Dreaming Steelbloom: A flower bud made of hammered dark gold. Its crimson core is wrapped by petals that shall never open.\nArtifact's Story: \"In the golden dream, no one shall have to ingest a single drop of bitter water.\" The ancient legends tell of three inseparable friends. One of them would wither like a rose and come to rot in the mud. The kingdom of flowers would be ground down into a mere tale by sandstorms, becoming a dream in a song. One of the friends would create a great, heretofore unseen oasis in a corner of the desert. Another would use up all their strength and intellect to build an eternal illusion in the sands. No one should have had scars carved upon their faces due to sorrow and partings. \"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean,\" \"One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun.\" Thus does obsessive remembrance arise from the burning new world like a smokeless flame, Thus do those who look to the past with one eye, and to a world of dreams with the other become lost, Thus did he turn his gaze upon the wisdom of the depths, and inclined his ear to honeyed whispers...\n\n- The Sunken Years: This dark-golden sundial seems to tell the ancient tale of the desert.\nArtifact's Story: \"The vision of gold will appear in its most ancient form.\" In the beginning, the various tribes lived alongside the sands, their bloodlines connected to the earth. They followed the law of blood, and feared the memory of famine that ran deep in that blood. Later, time swept across the land like gravel, and the God King rose up as a result, casting a long shadow. In that forgotten era, the gods shaped the land, creating oases and flowing springs. Following the God King's example, the tribes would build high walls, thrones, and gather in prosperous feudal kingdoms. Imitating the God King's appearance, the feudal states also recalled the days long-past when they had kings and priests. In those days, the wise kings received oracles from the high heavens, and the land knew not the meaning of disaster... \"The king shall, in wisdom, revive the golden past,\" \"And stop the sands of time with divine power untrammeled.\" Indeed. The golden age of the king of the ocean of sand and the sand people will come at last. The golden dream awaits all lost grains of sand. In it, there shall be neither sorrow nor parting.\n\n- Honeyed Final Feast: A wine cup that was once used at a grand and ancient feast. It has now lost much of that luster.\nArtifact's Story: \"In the new world, everything shall be good.\" In ancient times, the edict of the high heavens descended into silence, and the land lost its master. The past, one of civilization and ease, was abandoned, submerged in choking darkness. Later, the law, which even time could not reverse, would once again take the measure of all life in the desert. A feather to weigh hearts, and molten metal to measure divine wisdom, both ruling with selfless rationality. Obeying the judgment of the God King, the law rooted in blood would be carved upon the desert paradise. And when the ideals of governance were twisted by deep sorrow, the dignitaries became abettors, Ignoring the palace foundations even as they gradually sank into the quicksand, moving forward toward an insane, light-less future. \"All betrayals must be mercilessly judged,\" \"And the judgment must be utter devastation.\" Later, the rules would be corrupted by pride and become shackles, And the unfortunate citizenry would have their destinies chained by their God King's choice.\n\n- Shadow of the Sand King: 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.\nArtifact's Story: \"The ruler shall come with light that blazes like the sun,\" \"And will take from the people the crown woven from rose thorns.\" The first divine pillar descended from the skies, burying tree and meadow under the flowing sands. The golden sun fell, then rose again, clothing the sea of sand in an opulent death-shroud. Later, the venomous winds of time disturbed the slumber of the fallen, attracting nostalgic delusions. In that accursed time, many cities thrived atop fertile oases. Following the ideals of their God King, the priests would rule the utopias justly, spreading abundance everywhere. Once, the wise mortal king and the clergy received divine oracles personally, and they were the masters of the land. Today, those who rule as proxies in the oases are the shadows of the gods. \"The royal regalia and divine scepters are scattered across the land like jujubes,\" \"And under the shade, the subjects could live and seek.\" Some time later, absurd decisions would be issued alongside illusory madness, Using lovely expectations as bait to lead the people towards a bitter end.\n\n- Feather of Judgment: This special feather was once used to weigh the hearts of the guilty, but it has since lost its original function.\nArtifact's Story: \"The joys of plenty must end in bitterness,\" \"And sweet memories must fade like a cloud.\" In the beginning, the banquet belonged to the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, authority was in the hands of the desert king, and life was the domain of the keeper of plants. Like the bright silver moon, the blazing golden sun, and the emerald fields, the three God Kings made themselves oathbound friends. \"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose.\" \"And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response.\" \"Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise...\" \"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.\" Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath. The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze. The priests and the people who had enjoyed the divine feast once remembered that wondrous and wondrously brief time. But dreams are but prey for reason, to be thrown into lifeless machinery and ground into nothingness, And from the heart of the machine, within the dark nightmare, a new intelligence shall molt... \"Meld all thoughts into one, and let all calculations be unified.\" \"Thus shall humanity become the lord of lords and the god of gods.\" So went the dirge for that most lonesome king of kings, For whom the gilded sands had long divined failure." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Gladiator's Finale?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gladiator's Finale is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Gladiator's Nostalgia: No one knows why the legendary gladiator wore this flower on his chest. It was the brutal warrior's only weakness.\nArtifact's Story: An ordinary flower picked gently by the gladiator's master.He made a brooch with it and pinned it on the gladiator's chest. It came to symbolize his gentler side.Before the gladiator became a living legend, he once strolled with his young master in the garden.The master picked a flower and gave it to the silent slave.\"Not all gifts are given out of benevolence. Sometimes they are nothing more than acts of whimsy.\"One day in the far-off future, the gladiator's sly master would say these words to him.The invincible gladiator finally fell at the foreign girl's feet.At that moment, he recalled a dream he had had many years ago.\"Such beautiful flowers. I wonder when I'll be able to begin my own journey to see them.\"\"I'd like to see how beautiful the wild flowers are.\"\n\n- Gladiator's Longing: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A helmet of the gladiator adorned with feathers.To zealous spectators, this helmet was the symbol of invincibility.The legendary gladiator had fought numerous battles. None had ever stood a chance of survival before his sword, be they human or monster.On each triumphant day, the champion gladiator would walk through the gate to a hero's welcome from the adoring crowd.Only in moments of victory could the slave have a taste of what it felt like to be a master. But the cost of this vain aspiration was for the faint glow of freedom to be shrouded by darkness.On the day of his triumph, the gladiator finally caught a glimpse of the world outside his cell. He was a step closer to freedom.But only when his helmet fell down on the arena floor did he and the spectators alike realize that it was all just a farce.The offering of his petty life made no difference. He would always be a worthless slave in the eyes of his master.\n\n- Gladiator's Intoxication: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A lavish goblet made of gold. It was a gift from the champion gladiator's master.From this goblet the champion gladiator drank, be it fine wine or the blood of the defeated.Another victory for the gladiator. Covered in wounds, he dedicated the victory to his master.More intoxicating and pain numbing than the fine wine was the victory, honor, and applause from the crowd. The master allowed him to join the feast and presented him with this goblet.It was an exquisite goblet, made specially for him. A symbol of how much his master cared.But the golden chains of vanity had bound the gladiator and the poisonous snake of desire had strangled him.By pausing to wait for the wine of victory, the gladiator missed his chance to seize a fleeting chance at freedom.\n\n- Gladiator's Triumphus: 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.\nArtifact's Story: The end had finally come for the triumphant gladiator.The young challenger paid her final homage to the gladiator.When the vanity of victory and desire for freedom dissipated into the air like the morning fog,and when the light of dawn finally shone on the arena through layers of blood-soaked clouds, the gladiator saw a flying bird.One battle away from being free, the gladiator was defeated by an anonymous girl.Cries and howls burst out in the crowd like pounding thunder, but the victor refused to humiliate her opponent by execution.She refused to plunge her sword into the opponent's throat and end his life like that of a slave.The gladiator's healing wounds were covered with invisible feathers.He eventually set off on a journey, finally as free as a bird.His destination was the place where flowers bloom and birds soar.\n\n- Gladiator's Destiny: 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.\nArtifact's Story: The gladiator crafted this hourglass himself. He would flip the hourglass before each battle.When the hourglass stopped flipping, the gladiator had long since died in a pool of his own blood.The gladiator would put this hourglass aside before entering the arena.When the fight had ended and the crowd started to cheer for him, the sand in the hourglass was still flowing.In the gladiator's final fight, he faced a young girl.In her eyes, he saw both the timidity of a young girl and the ferocity of a young lioness.From his steps, the girl saw the unbreakable shackles of age that the gladiator wore.It was a fight like the old gladiator had not had in years. Fierce, yet satisfying.But the fight ended in a flash. The sword plunged into the gladiator's heart, and the sand in his hourglass crawled to a stop." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Golden Troupe?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Golden Troupe is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Golden Song's Variation: A flower constructed out of clam, mother-of-pearl, and gold leaf. It blooms proudly.\nArtifact's Story: The song of fate once wound through the waterways, spreading the harmonious melody of civilization and order. Wherever the notes fell, brutality was replaced by enlightenment, and disordered primordial land had all but been completely transformed. The mighty sea wind rolled across, and the rootless water lilies floated along with it. In a tribal dwelling as short-lived as seagrass, a young musician met a warrior. Amidst the poems of conquest that are as many as the stars themselves, this song is not that noteworthy, But the waves bore witness to the friendship between the warriors, and also foretold their end. The young musician had yet to be rid of the vulgar passions of the barbarians, and became fast friends with the servant, one of the conquered. That servant's name, no one remembers, but in latter days, the moniker \"Cassiodor\" would become famous the world over. Later, the young warrior would follow the youthful musician to golden Capitolium, the highest city in the golden capital. There they completed the rigorous courses and trials, and were elevated by the golden God King to become prideful masters. \"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.\" \"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.\" \"Only under the command of such authority can order be born, and where order reigns, art and beauty can bloom free.\" \"In the beautiful golden land, weakness, folly, and savagery will never be accepted or defended — such things may submit, or be destroyed.\" \"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.\" \"You have forsaken that simple body and feeble spirit, and you have become as pure as steel. Why lament the little things so?\" \"My friend, my brother, listen to that unchanging melody, the clockwork rhythm of your innermost heart — thus does the God King whisper to you.\" \"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.\" \n\n- Golden Era's Prelude : This lovely sundial is inlaid with silver and gold. It seems that time has stopped flowing atop its dial plate.\nArtifact's Story: In the solemn silence of the sea's depths, the towering city of the glorious kingdom once stood, And there, like the sad ghost of a mighty, ancient dream, there stands a faded golden castle. The majestic opera of that golden era has ended, and its harmonious, united music no longer echoes. Upon the wreckage of ambition and betrayal, the \"people of bygone times\" built a realm anew. \"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!\" \"The spirits and the springs, the springs and the chevaliers... The ravings of children have replaced the epic poems, slipshod ditties have supplanted music.\" \"The eternal majesty was ruined by a moment of the God King's madness, and the resurgent savages scorn its memory...\" \"Must great realms be reclaimed by savagery in the end? In the end, shall folly and ignorance prevail over civilization and reason?\" Upon the golden theater in that faded castle, thus did musicians who had lost their score cry lamentation for a past that would never return, And the silent, famished golems listened, waiting to hunt and devour the innocent souls. When the great golden symphony plays once more, the Golden Troupe will receive the rightful rewards owed to the true and loyal. When the perfect order separates humanity into master and servant, prosperity and beauty shall make the kingdom glorious once more... Abide until that day... Abide until that day... When every member of the Golden Troupe shall win the whole future as their prize. \n\n- Golden Night's Bustle: An ancient silver urn that was once filled with fine wine as red as rubies. Now, it contains nothing but bitter seawater.\nArtifact's Story: The peaceful sea surged, sending the ship sliding between the silent manor and the temple. Under the pale moonlight, the golden dome that had seemed so glorious in the daytime lost its luster. The God King awoke with a start from his majestic dream. The clear starlight had fled. Violence and estrangement formed a darkness deeper than darkness, shrouding the great dome. In terror and remorse did he summon to him his most loyal guards and most attuned musicians, And he gave them his final orders, intending to bring peace back to the fractured lands... Yet, just as a flood unleashed cannot be held back, the deeply ingrained arrogance and prejudice could not be reversed in a night, and crushed the Harmosts and rulers... All the noble sacrifices, all the unselfish plans — all fell to ruin at the hands of the wicked, and all came crashing down in the end. Whether the barbaric armies of the Fell Dragon Prince, or the God King determined to the last to save the empire, They were swept away by an inexorable storm — even the luxurious palace and the jade-green manor were consigned to destruction together... Without the guiding golden song, the once-noble people of the glorious kingdom transformed into disfigured golems... When the final cacophony of the golden night faded to calm, the Harmost Boethius lay amidst the rubble, Only the rubble heard his insensate mumblings, and only the debris recorded the sin of treachery... \"In a moment of madness, he betrayed us all.\" \"Order will not easily change, nor will human regrets.\"\n\n- Golden Troupe's Reward: An ancient crown that resembles a stage prop more than it does some suzerain's headgear.\nArtifact's Story: When the sea breeze ebbed, the pink glow of dusk suffused the skies. The seabirds never tarry where the thousand masts are anchored, leaving only scattered feathers in their wake. The once-harmonious and magnificent symphony had its closing moment, just as no empire may rule in peace forever. As the waters expanded, power brought not only progress and order, but arrogance, violence, and exploitation also. In the distant city of the \"people of bygone times,\" in the valley of the hidden exiles, even at the foot of Mount Capitolium... The noble musicians who tuned the strains and the army of iron in glimmering mail came to take everything from the people. Those who were yet unconquered and the mighty who had yet to have a drop of water taken from them banded together, swearing to resist to the last. \"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.\" \"Not all would willingly see their homes and nature stolen from them. Not all can accept our melody.\" \"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.\" \"We once thought to conquer and dominate others, but how could the glory of our radiant kingdom—\" \"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!\" \"Should barbarism and ignorance yet linger in Fontaine, poisoning any of its waters, we shall exterminate them.\" \"If the savages should wish to join our majestic golden order, then we shall accept them, just as our glorious lord accepted us.\" \"But since Bane Dragon Scylla destroyed our towers and slaughtered our musicians, the envenomed, feral tribes are no longer worth saving or accepting.\" \"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.\" It was at this very moment that the golden era suddenly ceased, plunging down into ceaseless war and rebellion. The throne chamber was filled with cries of conquest and destruction and the agony of the barbarian tribes, and the God King awoke, startled.\n\n- Golden Bird's Shedding: A gold feather made using silver and gold filigree. A crystal-clear sapphire is mounted atop it.\nArtifact's Story: The sea breeze at dawn, rapturous and free, sings this ancient hymn— Time flowed forward no longer, but returned to the past with the singer. Along the waters it flowed, passing the gilded domes of the glorious kingdom, On the soft summer wind it passed through the green manor ringed by towering walls. Whether aristocrats in their light ships, or barbarians brought as captives, All were intoxicated by the music of a beautiful age, immersed in the memories... For this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king. \"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.\" \"When the warriors in their bright mail came to my home, they announced the news of 'conquest.'\" \"I was but a mere youth, and I naively followed these towering demigods to the capital.\" \"It was by dint of my agile fingers and bright voice that I evaded the fate of bondage.\" \"Only after the God King recognized me did I first witness the might of civilization and order.\" \"Let my flesh and bone, then, be utterly changed. Let my name and tribe be forsaken. The world shall know only the name 'Boethius'!\" And thus was the child born of barbarism moved by the golden palace, and became a servant of a majestic authority. Like one newborn, he worked to abandon the ancient savage customs and devoured new knowledge... All he did, he did to transform himself into a person of true honor and glory, into a part of this great civilization. For nothing else did he toil, for this was the golden world of abundance — an era of a righteous, glorious king enthroned. " } ]

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

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Husk of Opulent Dreams?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Husk of Opulent Dreams is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Bloom Times: 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.\nArtifact's Story: What he saw in his dream was a phantom dancing to the music under the moonlight,Just like the young man in the distant past, who was akin to a blank sheet of paper,And like a pure yet fragile persona,Emerging once the resentment and suffering had dissipated.The wanderer did not know that he had any faculties for dreaming,Thinking that this must have been the researchers' little trick,Or perhaps it was the infinitesimal resistance of that bygone heart.\"You once acquired the 'heart' that you always dreamed of,\"\"But it was but a mere prop for lies and deception.\"\"Now, you will finally obtain what belongs to you,\"\"And this false construct of a body can at last aspire to power over this world.\"\"Yet, this is all but a fleeting dream of glory.\"\"And it will all one day drift away amidst the sighs of a suffering earth...\"Was it a \"him\" from the past who said this? Or \"him\" from the future?The vagrant cared not, for when he awakened,It was not he, but that ethereal future that dissipated.\n\n- Song of Life: 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.\nArtifact's Story: \"Where are you going, wanderer?\"The roving youth was stopped by a child's shout.That was a child of a Tatarasuna crafts-person, and while he was ill, his eyes were still clear.The youth told the child that he was bound for Inazuma City.\"But it's raining really hard right now. They say that the people who left haven't returned!\"The youth opened and closed his mouth a few times... But at last could only give the child a small smile.The next time he set foot upon that island, that child was nowhere to be found.\"Where are you going, Inazuman? This boat is not for you!\"The wandering young man was halted at the harbor by a boatman.But before the youth could draw his blade, a man in his company stopped him.The man told the mariner that the outlander youth was with him.\"Ah, so he's your guest, sir? My apologies for my presumption.\"The man gave the youth a coat to keep the cold out, but the youth shook his head.He had no need of such things — he only wished to know what interesting things he might find on this long journey.\"Lord Harbinger. Where are you headed?\"The youth, hating chatty humans the most, gave his subordinate a backhand slap.But he also loved watching expressions of terror and helplessness play across human faces,And it was perhaps precisely because of this imbecilic underling's expressiveness that he had kept them around.He told the groveling, quailing figure that they were headed east, for Mondstadt.\"I understand! I'll get your bodyguards ready right now!\"He had no need of guards, of course, but he was lazier still to barter words with cretins.Donning his wanderer's hat, he headed eastward alone.\"Child, where are you going?\"Returning home, the youth was stopped at the roadside by an old woman.He told her that he was going west.\"To Yashiori Island, then? What business are you on?\"She had said this thoughtlessly, knowing only that things had not been peaceful of late.The youth thanked her for her concern with earnest smile and told her that he was bound for an appointed meeting.As the boat gradually approached the shore, a lady in foreign garb could be seen standing by the shoreline,And she threw a small crystal sphere at the youth from afar.Catching it with ease, he lifted it up to the dying, bloodied sun.\n\n- Calabash of Awakening: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Amenoma, Futsu, Isshin, Hyakume, Senju.These were, once upon a time, the five branches of the Raiden Gokaden,But today, only Amenoma still maintains its line of succession.While the Isshin line can just barely be said to have extant descendants.In the eyes of the people, this is just the natural result of the ravages of time.They never once suspected that such sudden falls from grace might have some hidden mystery behind them.The wanderer would never admit to this.He would never admit that he had done this as an act of revenge against the bladesmith.Nor would he ever mention the truth,That he had abandoned his schemes halfway because they had suddenly become dull.He would only say, in that tone of voice he had learned from a certain researcher:\"It was all just a little experiment into human nature.\"In Inazuma's traditional theater, there is a certain character known as \"Kunikuzushi.\"Such characters are often schemers and usurpers of nations.At the end of his wanderings, he chose this name as an act of his own will.And as for the name he had once used, even he no longer remembered it.It is a norm in Inazuma's traditional theater to join the names of a play's three acts together to form the play's name.For example, \"Sumirezome,\" \"Sangetsu,\" and \"Kogetsukan\" come together,Thus forming the play \"Sumirezome Sangetsu Kogetsukan.\"Perhaps a day will come when this body's adventures, its experiences,Will become tales to be passed along by mortals, distant memories that flow through the ley lines.But for now, his three acts are still ongoing.\n\n- Skeletal Hat: A small golden ornament with six petals that shall never wilt. It symbolizes the transience of mortal glories.\nArtifact's Story: The long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,But when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over Tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.The kind young deputy said:\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\"But as you travel the world, please bear this in mind,\"\"Never to reveal your identity to others.\"The upright Inspector said:\"This gold ornament may be a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\"But you are neither man nor mechanism,\"\"And so I can only deal with you in this fashion. Do not hold this against me!\"The wanderer who has left yesterday in the dust no longer thinks about it,But when he covers his ears, he can still hear the wild winds that roared that year.A pair of expectant eyes said:\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\"It must surely be able to save the people.\"The intelligent, lovely shrine maiden said:\"This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun,\"\"And she will not abandon you.\"\"As for me, I shall do my best to send for help immediately...\"...But in the end, the golden arrow-feather were covered in dust,And all tales were incinerated in karmic flames till nothing remained.\n\n- Plume of Luxury: 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.\nArtifact's Story: He was originally born to be a vessel for a \"heart.\"But he shed tears in his dreams.His creator observed thus:He was too fragile, whether it be as a human or as a tool.Yet his creator would not destroy him, and so allowed him to continue slumbering.In her latter works, she would also consign designs that might store such a heart to obsolescence.Not long after, that noblest and most prestigious \"proof\" in the world would come to have no home,And thus was sent to the great shrine at Mt. Yougou.Later, the beautiful puppet awoke and began his wanderings.He observed many a heart,Good ones, upright ones, strong ones, gentle ones...The puppet, too, desired a heart.Later, the lovely puppet would finally obtain that \"heart.\"It was, after all, his purpose for being, the very reason he existed.Yet, it was not what the puppet truly desired,For it did not contain any blessings,But was instead a sacrifice brimming with selfishness, hypocrisy, cunning and curses,All wrapped in an amiable husk.Good and evil were the song of sentient life, useless and cacophonous.But if he were to wrench this \"heart\" out,He would no longer be able to feel anything at all..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Instructor?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instructor is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Instructor's Brooch: Whenever the instructor wore this brooch, it meant there would be no training sessions that day.\nArtifact's Story: Every student in the school knew that the strict instructor was a serious soldier.But every week, there would always be a day or two when the instructor would wear this yellow flower brooch on his chest.The smile on the instructor's face would always bring the students a sense of relief.For when the instructor wore the yellow flower brooch, it meant that they could take a day off and go home.Once his boisterous students had finally gone, the instructor would visit a silent graveyard.There, after a moment of silence, he would pay his respects to the familiar names carved on the tombstones.\n\n- Instructor's Pocket Watch: A stopwatch used not for general timekeeping but to measure the duration of a training session.\nArtifact's Story: \"I don't have the talent to command an army as its general,Nor am I qualified for anything beyond being a soldier.All I can do is to be a strict instructor to these children,So that they might survive on the battlefield a bit longer.\"\n\n- Instructor's Tea Cup: It may seem like an ordinary tea cup to most. But to students, it is the symbol of the instructor's authority.\nArtifact's Story: Every military school student knows that the so-called \"free training time\" could not have anything less to do with freedom.The instructor sits back and watches while the students train rigorously in the field.A cup of black tea with a little too much sugar in it marks a typical afternoon for the instructor.This peaceful time is a privilege of the instructor, and the embodiment of his authority.\n\n- Instructor's Cap: A standard-issue honorary instructor's cap, only granted to those who turn down a promotion.\nArtifact's Story: The strict instructor once sharpened his own combat skills on the merciless battlefield.What he teaches the students goes beyond self-defense techniques to apply in battle.Moreso than attacking and defending, what he imparts to them is the skill of surviving on the front line even in the face of insurmountable odds.Every move and technique he demonstrates pays homage to the veterans of wars gone by.For it was their sacrifices that helped him become who he is today.\n\n- Instructor's Feather Accessory: Any instructor who has mastered the art of de-escalation knows to keep this accessory firmly in their grasp at all times.\nArtifact's Story: A pocket watch treasured by the instructor. It is not, however, military-issue gear from the instructor's school.Back when the instructor was still a soldier, this pocket watch was used to coordinate charges against the enemy.It marked victories and defeats, and counted the final hours of the soldiers.For the students, it represented the hardships they endured on the long path towards becoming a real soldier." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Lavawalker?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lavawalker is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Lavawalker's Resolution: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A flower that only blooms in the burning flames.The searing pain it causes will make the wearer stronger.The fiery-red flower shines like shimmering agate.This flaming flower was once a brooch worn by the Lavawalker.In the Lavawalker's final days, he said to his people:\"This is the flower that blooms in flames. Until the day that the fires turn me into ashes,You shall see the glowing embers of this flower shining through the dark smoke.\"The people followed the flower's flickering light to the edge of the Mare Jivari.There they found the blooming flowers — but the Lavawalker was nowhere to be seen.\n\n- Lavawalker's Torment: Burning sand flows within this hourglass. Despite the intense heat, the sand leave no mark upon the vessel that houses it.\nArtifact's Story: An ancient circlet that once belonged to the Lavawalker — a sage who wandered in the Mare Jivari.Upon close examination, one can almost see his figure standing strong amidst the fiery flames.The wandering sage of the Mare Jivari known as the Lavawalker crafted this circlet from crimson agate to resist the intense heat of the flames.The circlet was built with wisdom and tenacity. It sparked fear and jealousy among peers and seniors alike.\"How dare the Lavawalker challenge the flames of the Mare Jivari! Such blasphemy has not been seen in hundreds of years!The flaming sea will surely devour this arrogant young man and the sky will blow his ashes into the void.\"In his jealousy, the teacher demanded that his student step into the flaming sea wearing the circlet.In a state of calmness, the Lavawalker strolled onto the lava and gradually disappeared into the horizon.\n\n- Lavawalker's Epiphany: A legendary goblet that can withstand extremely high temperatures. It still retains a degree of warmth even though it is now empty.\nArtifact's Story: A goblet that once contained lava. Now empty, it still has a slight hint of warmth.This goblet once belonged to a sage known as the Lavawalker. Wisdom flowed from within.The Lavawalker would toy with the goblet. Even in the blazing heat, it remained intact.Legend has it that the Lavawalker would drink lava from this goblet as if it were a glass of fine wine.But while fine wine evaporates in high heat, the wisdom of the sage could withstand a trial by fire.To the Lavawalker, fine wine was merely a catalyst in the process of producing ingenuity.Aided by alcohol, even the slightest spark can combust into a brilliant idea.The goblet was a silent witness to the forging of wisdom amidst the flames.The moment before the Lavawalker set off on his final journey was when the goblet was filled with the most pride.\n\n- Lavawalker's Wisdom: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A feather plucked by the Lavawalker from a bird that sings amid the flames.The wearer can almost hear the sound of the bird's wings flapping in the blaze.Legend has it that there exists a kind of solitary bird that sings in the blazing flames.People worshiped it as a totem while kings saw it as a sign of nobility.Donning this feather, the Lavawalker retreated from the outside world.Alone he came and alone he went, leaving no trace behind.Since then, people often hear cries coming from the Mare Jivari.No one knows if they are the song of the bird or the sighs of the Lavawalker.\n\n- Lavawalker's Salvation: The feather of a proud phoenix. You can almost hear the sound of its wings flapping in the scorching flames.\nArtifact's Story: What flows within this hourglass is not regular sand, but burning sand.Like this burning sand, time flows forward, leaving no trace of its own existence.The story of the Lavawalker continued even after he had traveled across the Mare Jivari.It is said that he spent another one hundred years living as a hermit.But this short retreat brought little relief from his burning torment.During his time as a secluded sage, the Lavawalker could not bear the eternal scorch. He crafted this hourglass to mark the passing of time.As the flames blazed, burning sand flowed endlessly through the hourglass day after day.Sadly, though the Lavawalker did not fear the scorching flames of the Mare Jivari, he could not quench the torturing flames of time.The anguish of being left alone without the disciples and family he held so dear burned away at his soul more than any flames could ever scorch his flesh." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Lucky Dog?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucky Dog is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Lucky Dog's Clover: A four-leaf clover that grows in the wild. It was picked because it is said to bring good luck.\nArtifact's Story: One who is favored by fortune tends to experience at least their fair share of miracles.The legendary four-leaf clover, for instance, is a precious find that brings luck to its bearer.Once, while playing in the field, the carefree young boy known as Lucky Dog happened across just such a clover.Delighted, he plucked it from the ground and put it in his pocket.No one knows whether it was the clover which brought him his good fortune, or the other way around.\n\n- Lucky Dog's Hourglass: 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.\nArtifact's Story: One who is favored by fortune can even find priceless treasures in the most deadly of traps.While wandering around some ruins, the boy known as Lucky Dog accidentally fell into a deep pit.He landed safely on a pile of dust. It turned out to be a mattress that over the years had gradually broken down, eventually turning to dust.Just like that, Lucky Dog discovered a treasure trove left by the old aristocrats. This circlet came to epitomize his luck.\n\n- Lucky Dog's Goblet: An exquisite metallic vessel that was once used to knock out a thief.\nArtifact's 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.The child grew up, and one day in the throes of adulthood he found himself stumbling drunk along the back alley behind the tavern.Under the starless sky, a vicious bandit prepared to rob Lucky Dog, taking advantage of his compromised state.But just as the bandit was about to strike, a flying goblet hit him square on the forehead, knocking him out cold.Naturally, this makes Lucky Dog one of very few people known to have benefited, rather than suffered, from being in the vicinity of a tavern brawl.\n\n- Lucky Dog's Silver Circlet: Its former owner once fell into a cave and found the treasure trove of an exiled royal. This is a souvenir from that incident.\nArtifact's Story: When fortune has your back, even the most ferocious monster has to yield.Strolling in the forest, the boy known as Lucky Dog had no idea that a monster was lurking nearby, having singled him out as its prey.The boy became distracted by some colorful mushrooms, and the monster pounced. He leaped out and landed on the poisonous mushrooms, stomping them flat.This was going to be an easy hunt, the monster thought — until a feather from the eagle circling above fell quietly onto its back.\n\n- Lucky Dog's Eagle Feather: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Even time itself could not leave a wrinkle on the face of the happy-go-lucky boy known as Lucky Dog.Lucky Dog had no family, let alone children of his own.But in the course of his life of good fortune, he considered all he met as his friends and family.As his life was nearing its end, he saw an hourglass with sand flowing down, as if counting down his remaining time.He simply chuckled, took a slingshot, and shattered the hourglass." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Maiden Beloved?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maiden Beloved is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Maiden's Distant Love: A fragrant flower that will bloom for all eternity and never wither.\nArtifact's Story: The maiden's flower. Fresh and elegant just like its original owner.The books say that this species of flower has long been extinct.Just like that passage the maiden had read countless times in books:\"The damsel in distress was saved by the white knight in shining armor.\"\"And they exchanged flowers as blessings to one another.\"Though a maiden's heart is said to change with the seasons, just like a flower,This flower remained constant.For her heart had stopped in that moment long ago:The moment that she met the knight.\n\n- Maiden's Passing Youth: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Even when surrounded by flowers from her courters, The maiden never removed her hat to get a better look at them.Their names and faces were not worth remembering.For years, at the end of every day,the maiden would brush off the dust on her hat.But the passage of time showed in her face, too — and unlike the dust, it could never be brushed off.As time passed, fewer and fewer courters visited her with flowers.What did it matter? For her, time had already stopped long ago on that fateful day.\n\n- Maiden's Fleeting Leisure: A vessel made with sweet black tea in mind rather than bitter liquor.\nArtifact's Story: The maiden's most cherished teaware.It was once filled with elegant black tea.Indulging herself in pastries and tea,She cared not one bit about the mundane world. This was her privilege as a maiden.\"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need.\"The knight said to her on the day they met.\"But, my heart is already—\"Not finishing her confession was her privilege,but also the chains of courtliness the maiden had to bear.\n\n- Maiden's Fading Beauty: A meticulously well-maintained woman's hat that keeps wrinkles safely out of sight.\nArtifact's Story: An old but delicate feathered ornament.After many years, it is now covered in layers of dust.For the maiden, time stopped still the day she met the knight.Nothing mattered to her anymore, not even love and youth.She sought him constantly, wandering far like a lost bird without a nest to cling to.\"May my love reach the knight,\" she prayed.Meanwhile, the knight dedicated himself to the pursuit of chivalry.In a distant land where ancient empires crumbled,Would the knight see the scenery she dreamt of?\n\n- Maiden's Heart-stricken Infatuation: A feathered accessory that carries the longing for a certain someone, like a migratory bird on the wind.\nArtifact's Story: A delicate timepiece.It stood as a testament to the inevitable passage of time, indifferent to its owner's feeling.The maiden's time would one day come to an end.But her waiting would not.The short hand seemed to be constantly chasing after the long hand.Much like the incessant longing that filled the maiden's heart and mind.Years after the event, she still remembered the knight she met that day.The white knight that came to her. The white knight she had been waiting for ever since." } ]

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

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Martial Artist?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Martial Artist is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Martial Artist's Red Flower: This particular kind of red flower was the only thing that could alleviate the Martial Artist's pain.\nArtifact's Story: Ever since being recognized by the master, the martial artist had been practicing every day for years.The path of pursuing martial arts is long and harsh, and injuries are inevitable.As instructed, he plucked a small crimson flower in the forest.Although his proud battle scars will never fully heal, at least the pain can be alleviated.\n\n- Martial Artist's Water Hourglass: A tool to keep track of time in endurance training. It is more accurate and reliable than a regular hourglass.\nArtifact's Story: A bright-red bandana that belonged to a martial artist. The color has now faded.It serves as proof that the bearer practiced martial arts at a young age. It also represents the high ambition the young martial artist once had.Before the first crack of dawn, the young martial artist was already training in the forest.Many years later, the martial artist is now an instructor. Though youth may be a thing of his past, he remains just as alert and diligent as when he was young.\n\n- Martial Artist's Wine Cup: A rather exquisite wine cup used in pre-combat rituals.\nArtifact's Story: Before proudly stepping into the arena, a parting ritual with a glass of fine wine is essential for martial artists.Each of them faced with a worthy opponent, two martial artists will raise their glasses to one another.They then step into the arena with a calm and collected composure to face their opponent with the utmost respect.This is the true meaning of the toast, which comes before the fight takes place. It does not serve to glorify victory or cast shame on defeat.\n\n- Martial Artist's Bandana: The first lesson as an apprentice: Vigor, Strength, Will. These words are written on the bandana so you'll never forget them.\nArtifact's Story: A feather plucked from a bird soaring in the sky by a skillful martial artist.The essence of martial arts is not necessarily about the power of attacks.Agility and nimbleness honed over years of training are just as prideworthy for a martial artist.The martial artist will wear the feather on his chest as proof of his unparalleled skills.\n\n- Martial Artist's Feather Accessory: A common bird feather. Experts use it to practice strength control, while rookies use it to make fans.\nArtifact's 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.When he was training under the waterfall or practicing a single leg stance on the stake,he endured all the pain and suffering alone.This time piece recorded every second of it in silence." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Nighttime Whispers in the Echoing Woods?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nighttime Whispers in the Echoing Woods is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Selfless Floral Accessory: A brooch that the witch in the tale wore. As with the other ornaments she loved, this was characterized by butterfly-like shapes.\nArtifact's Story: The little dog ran up to the attic, got a nose full of dust, and couldn't help but have a sneezing fit. \"Come on, Pie, just look at you! You used to be the color of Apple Pie, but now you look more like you've been covered in mulberry jam!\" The little girl pursued the dog named \"Pie\" into the tiny attic, and helped him brush the dust away. The attic was filled with beautifully bound books, and the girl chose one from the shelf. The cover was adorned with beautiful golden-winged butterflies. \"It looks like a storybook. Maybe the stories that Mother likes to tell are from this book! What do you think, Pie?\" The little dog gave a short bark and curled up by her feet as usual. \"Hmph! If I can finish it before Mother...\" And so the girl opened the storybook, and the yellowed pages unfurled like the wings of a butterfly... That was a story that happened not long ago. Legends say that in the Echoing Woods, there lived a witch who could grant any wish. But this witch was just as eccentric as those to be found in other stories. She used magic to cover the entire forest in a thick, impenetrable fog. Any who entered would be confused by the echoes, and so few could find her secluded hut, much less make any wish. But one day, a youth finally knocked on the witch's door. The youth had originally been looking for a blue flower, but his gaze had been drawn by a golden-winged butterfly. As he chased it, he arrived at the witch's hut without realizing it. Only then did he recall the legends of the wish-granting witch, and after hemming and hawing, he finally decided to knock. Before he could knock thrice, the door opened. \"I have a wish...\" Began the youth. \"That's what they all say.\" The witch cut him off, \"For me, granting your wishes is a trifling matter. But the price of said wish is different for everybody.\" \"The girl I love... Her heart already belongs to another. But I do not wish to use the power of magic to change her feelings, I only want her to have all the happiness in the world. If you can grant this wish, I will give you anything I have, my time, my money, even my soul, I willingly offer it all to you.\" \"Your wish will come true. But the price will be paid in the future, and the price won't necessarily be your soul... We witches do what we will.\" \"But what in this world could be more precious than a person's soul?\" \"You'll know when the appointed time comes, that only a heart of gold may be weighed.\" ... \n\n- Faithful Hourglass: A sand timepiece that the witch relied on in her story. Legend has it that if you recite the wrong incantation over it, time will suddenly flow exceptionally quickly.\nArtifact's Story: ... Pie, bored to death, yawned. \"I think the story's almost over, so just wait a bit longer, okay?\" She turned to the next page... \"Even so, I still wish to choose the more difficult path.\" Just like those distant winter nights, she fell asleep in her mother's arms, listening to those stories she had nearly forgotten, yet never tired of hearing. The heroes of the stories always had to endure countless hardships before reaching their destination, but the prices they paid and things they lost along the way only made the hard-won rewards all the more precious. \"In the mirror, I saw that everyone no longer loved me, and maybe even detested me. Even just getting them to smile at me once more would be unimaginably difficult... But that is the real world. Full of changes and unpredictable.\" \"No, you can't! The fortune the magic gave you has to make you happy, otherwise...\" \"What are you so worried about? Even if you stop loving me like the others after the magic fades, I will still love all of you. Like the protagonists of those stories, I will treat every person in this free world with sincerity... As long as you are willing to take it, my heart belongs to you!\" Though no bells rung out, nor were there any other omens, it seemed as though the appointed time the witch had spoken of had arrived. \"In principle, I should appear only after she finishes the journey shown by the mirror, it's still a bit early... but a witch does what a witch wills.\" And so the witch took what she wanted most from that which the youth had to give. \"My wish came true, but I lost everything...\" \"She'll be a good character, even in other stories.\" The witch gently shook the ink bottle, within which the girl was now a prisoner. \"But she is a girl who exists for me, just as I exist for her... If she is destined not to be released, then let me go to her. I once saw the many universes and countless stories within the ink bottle. Perhaps one of them has a place for the two of us, and perhaps I too can become a good character...\" \"I remember! Let's tell this story to Mother tonight, do you think she'll like it?\" Pie ignored the little girl, instead standing up and barking a few times before running around in circles and then down out of the attic. \"Hmph! Throwing a tantrum because he's hungry, I'll bet. How childish!\" The young girl departed as well, leaving only the unadorned storybook on the attic floor.\n\n- Magnanimous Ink Bottle: An ink bottle utilized by the witch in the story. It possesses a strange enchantment no less powerful than the one cast upon the dip pen.\nArtifact's Story: ... The little girl read on, as Pie snuggled up next to her. She turned to the next page... It was only a long time after that the young girl learned that her mother was long dead. Returning to her hometown after a long absence, she found that all were courteous and cordial to her, no less than everyone else, whether it was strangers or familiar faces. \"It's all as you wished, so why won't you smile once more?\" The young man who had spoken was someone she had seen before, perhaps just one of the many followers. \"Mother was right, I am a pitiable child. Because of this awful curse, I can never be truly happy.\" \"Ah! You actually consider such a selfless gift a curse. You should know, this was obtained in exchange with a witch, and obtained only through sacrifice! He never even thought about asking anything in return from you. Is there any greater love than that in the world?\" \"Then it seems he knows more than me about how to obtain happiness.\" The girl continued, \"Where is the value in a life in which all is given to you for free, and you never need pay? The most worthless things are those that nobody needs. Perhaps I am the existence which is unneeded.\" \"No, not at all... You must exist! At least, that's how I feel about it.\" \"Then what is it you want from me? If there's something I can do for you...\" But the young man looked embarrassed. The young girl was immeasurably disappointed, and resolved to go to the witch's abode in the Echoing Woods and find a way to break the accursed curse. The youth took out the magic mirror he had loaned from the witch, hoping to stop her. \"When the luck gifted to you by magic is taken away...\" The girl saw before her what awaited when her luck was exhausted: She saw herself lose all her wealth, and those she hurt no longer laughed jovially and forgave her, but scolded her and rolled their eyes. People no longer crowded about her but left as though a great ball had ended. She still traveled as before, but none now showed care or concern for her on her journey. She saw herself blown about by the wind and pummeled by the rain while children laughed at her and mocked her. She saw that all the gifts she had received would have to be repaid tenfold, a hundredfold. Though she hadn't taken a single step, all that she saw in the mirror seemed to be happening to her, and she saw her life become an endless toil conspiring to destroy her. \"Rejoice, for the fortune granted by magic has not yet abandoned you, and none will laugh at your weakness.\" ... \n\n- Compassionate Ladies' Hat: The favored lady's hat of the witch in the story. She loved this piece of headwear for its weave of solemnity and playfulness.\nArtifact's Story: ... \"It's so easy to sell one's soul in the stories... But then souls ought to be cheaper. Why else would people sell them so easily?\" But she knew not what a soul was, for she had never seen one. But afternoon tea and delectable desserts, time spent playing with Pie in the garden, the stories her mother told her before bed... In comparison, these were far more precious. \"Fortunately, we have no wishes we'd need a witch to grant, so we needn't exchange such precious things.\" She turned to the next page... Though he received the witch's promise, the youth could not imagine what it would be like for his wish to come true. If it were a more concrete wish... Well, inexhaustible wealth and the power to subjugate others are easy to imagine. But what of some higher happiness? The youth had heard that the witch possessed many magical items and that she used the power of this strange and extraordinary collection. He could not restrain his curiosity, asking the witch what kind of item could fulfill his wish. \"All words written by the pen dipped in this ink will become reality, and she shall become fate's favorite.\" The youth stared in disbelief as the witch gently shook the ink bottle. Black water rolled within like roiling waves, as though he could see the entire world in which they lived like a lonely island floating amidst the undulating tide, and he could see endless faces and scenery before his eyes, turning like the pages of a picture album... He was so mesmerized that it seemed as though he would fall into the ink bottle through its gaping mouth and drown in those black waters. \"The ink bottle contains everything she can imagine, and all of it will be hers if she so wishes.\" As the pen dipped in ink began to dance across the page, the young girl's fate was changed. She wasn't sure when she had stopped being amazed by the limitless good fortune that followed her everywhere. She no longer needed to worry about anything, for everything turned out the way she wanted, and if she wanted something, it found its way to her, sooner or later, one way or another. Everyone loved her, admired her appearance, praised her virtue, and even those she once thought would never notice her completely changed their attitudes. Gradually, she became accustomed to the words of praise and admiring gazes. Though her appearance was by no means extraordinary and her virtue even more average, fate favored her without reservation. ... \n\n- Honest Quill: The witch in the tale used this dip pen. Its silken smooth writing is not even worth discussing amongst its various advantages.\nArtifact's Story: ... \"If there was a magic pen... What would you write, Pie? Lots and lots of doggie biscuits?\" The girl put down the book and scratched Pie behind the ears. The dog happily wagged its tail in response. \"Oh! You can't write, can you, Pie? Then I'll write for you. Other than lots of doggie biscuits, we'd also...\" She turned to the next page... \"How risible! As though a blue ribbon was something rare!\" The young girl threw the guests out without hesitation, tossing their gifts into a corner. Sure, she had once been fascinated by ribbons blue as kingfishers, but now, such things could no longer hold her interest. \"Poor child!\" Her mother sighed. The girl was tired of her mother's preaching. Though her luck had been with her for but a short while, she had already easily obtained wealth, and the ease with which she won people's hearts she took for granted. This world naturally revolved around her, did it not? Such thoughts came to her more than once. \"You're my mother. Why can't you love me like the others do?\" Perhaps I don't need a mother that doesn't love me, the girl thought. And so, the girl left her home and family behind her. From then on, she could enjoy the good fortune bestowed by magic, with no need to be troubled by the remonstrations of conscience. She traveled until no scenery felt novel, and no sumptuous meal could make her feel grateful. Her life was like a never-ending ball. Guests came and left, but none tarried on the dance floor too long. She sometimes deliberately mistreated those she called \"friends,\" but no matter how rude her behavior had been, the next day, all was forgiven with smiles all around, and they loved her as much as before. All only gave to her, and none asked for anything in return. ... " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Noblesse Oblige?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noblesse Oblige is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Royal Flora: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A blue lily made of silky satinthat once served as a noblewoman's headdress.A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.In that legendary age, the nobles were examples for the people.They guided their subjects with their conduct and wisdom.They were the true representation of the people of Mondstadt.They were noble not only in lineage,but also in their commitment to virtues and principles.The longevity of the nobles was cut short by their endless self-indulgence.Ostentation gave way to devolution.\n\n- Royal Pocket Watch: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A silver mask inlaid with gold and gems and engraved with delicate patterns.Delicately made, it showcases the elegance and customs of the old nobles.The first nobles who rose up to rule Mondstadt began as heroes of humble origins.These great chieftains and elegant princes as well as beautiful princesses and noblemenonce welcomed the people to their banquets and feasts.In those days long past, the nobles shared their wisdom and elegance generously.In that golden age, the nobles shared with the people their knowledge and profits.But the later nobles were seduced by power. Their banquets were exclusively for their own pleasure.\n\n- Royal Silver Urn: An ornamental urn that once belonged to the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Mournful winds seem to echo within its empty interior.\nArtifact's Story: An ornamental urn made of sapphire, bearing the silver insignia of a noble house.It is exquisite and elegant, a testament to the aesthetics of the ancient nobles of Mondstadt.A noble who once ruled over Mondstadt left it behind.However, the extravagant treasures that once lay inside are now gone.These luxuries were symbols of the noble's stature,as well as the confidence, pride, and prosperity of the people of Mondstadt.Then, the nobles fell prey to power.They took and they spent without regard for the people.Luxurious accessories became vanity items.\n\n- Royal Masque: A masquerade mask worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt. Its hollow eyes are fixated on the golden days of the past.\nArtifact's Story: The feather of a falcon proudly perched on top of an old noble's hat.Hunting with the common folk and sharing the spoils with them was an old tradition.Commonplace were the hunts, a hobby of the ruling class of Mondstadt.The festivities were shared with their servants and the common folk,As a sign of the benevolence of the nobles.All the people were eager participants in the festivities.Hunts soon lost their meaning.The nobles took everything as their own, presuming it their right.Proudly the feather still stood, yet faded was its color in the people's eyes.\n\n- Royal Plume: A feathered hat accessory worn by the old aristocrats of Mondstadt on hunts. It still stands proudly as if no time has passed.\nArtifact's Story: An exquisite pocket watch made of sapphire.It remains functional even after all these years.The pocket watch of a noble who once ruled over Mondstadt. The time it tells is still accurate.Punctuality is a virtue, and this pocket watch helped the nobles stay on a virtuous path.It was more for self-discipline than a tool to influence the common folk.At daybreak, a worthy noble must be more vigilant than his people.At night, he should be more thoughtful and restless than they.Over the years, the once-strict schedule was overturned by their indolent descendants.Their timepieces grew more extravagant, but lost their virtuous function." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Nymph's Dream?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nymph's Dream is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Odyssean Flower: 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.\nArtifact's Story: ...But in the end, a shadow still fell over the kingdom. It was not that the dragon defeated the hero, but rather, that they both became lost in the world. Amidst the chaos as thick as lightless dark waters, amidst the sorrows and the partings that followed, The Director and her sisters set out on a journey to defeat the evil at its source, And her assistant in turn boarded the ship built for battle, eventually slumbering beneath the waters. The Narzissen champions and many knights, evil dragons, and virtuous sages were scattered. Some would be taken in by the Marechaussee Phantom or the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol, And they would work to protect the realm such that it would not again have a shadow cast over it. Some were taken in by explorers moving to and from foreign lands, And from then on would truly set out on an adventure to witness the edge of the world. Many years would pass after that. Some would try to prevent future tales from ever being stopped by such events as these, And so would seek out the path ahead using the secrets of machinery and bodies of steel. Some, on the other hand, would go against the grain, so that the stories might begin again, Embarking on a journey beyond normal comprehension in the name of the nymphs. And just as how some people treasure withered flowers, Some still reminisce endlessly over the afternoon adventures that have yet to continue... \n\n- Nymph's Constancy: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Where there are heroes, there must be wicked mages, and where there are knights, there must be evil dragons. The hero would always wield a holy blade, while the mage might carry some kind of magical catalyst. In the interstice between adventures, when the heroes and mages and knights and fell dragons had yet to be born, They would always gaze upon the feather of an unknown bird species pinned to the Vice Director's hat. That feather must hold many stories within it, the little adventurers thought to themselves, And the Vice Director must have witnessed many tales, like an old heroine after her seclusion. Or why would even the Director, who had promised to procure the feather for us, never be able to take it off? \"Now, now, ██, ██, do get along. Don't fight.\" The two who would always play the knight and the fell dragon nodded reluctantly. \"And when I'm not around, ███, you'll take care of ███, won't you?\" \"The Director and I will be back once we have finished attending to business, so don't go running outside.\" The Vice Director thought for a moment, and plucked the dark green feather from her hat before departing. \"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, ███? Alright then. Here you go.\" \"But I'm only giving this to you for safekeeping for a while, alright? I'll be quite cross if it gets dirty.\" But in the end, this feather would never become the mystical staff used by some evil mage. It would instead follow its new owner and reach the source of that which caused the calamity of parting, before returning to from whence it came... \n\n- Heroes' Tea Party: A lovely teacup. Perhaps it was once used by people enjoying a leisurely afternoon together.\nArtifact's Story: The hands of a timepiece must eventually return to their original places, and their circle will begin anew. All that the Narzissen champions were seemed as if they would never change. But the years must ultimately grind down the intricate yet vulnerable calibers of such timepieces. Until such a time when a new day will not come. Indeed, where nothing will. This pocket watch was originally owned by a tiny champion who loved machines, A test piece created by piecing together the rejected components of various devices. At the very end, this pocket watch and the one it had been gifted to fell into the primordial liquid that dissolves all. But it had already long ceased to run its clockwork course by that point. \"A long, long time in the future, in a place far, far away...\" \"There was a dark empire ruled by the fell dragon Narcissus.\" \"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.\" \"There was a group of heroes who protected a treasure that the princess had entrusted to them, a clear, bright pearl of water.\" \"One day, a tiny life was born from this pearl.\" \"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?\" \"'Friends, you say... Well, if that's what you need, I do have one. I think it would really fit here.'\" \n\n- Fell Dragon's Monocle: An exquisitely-made monocle. Ancient anecdotes say that one might be able to see the future through it.\nArtifact's Story: Even the Narzissen champions would need to rest for a short time along the adventuring road. When the clock sounded, many champions and mages, knights and evil dragons, All forgot for a time the imprisoned princess and the treasures of the domains. The dark clouds that shrouded the distant kingdom's skies temporarily faded away, And the princess amid her agonized wait would turn her gaze from her window. For when the knights depart, so too must the adventure be put on hold. This is the universal rule the Narzissen champions follow, and many other tiny worlds do as well. If one must ask why, then it is because the refreshments made by the Vice Director are far too delicious. It was a gloomy afternoon... but that phrase seems to have little meaning. For the new home she was going to was one that would not see the light of either sun or moon. Here, the first person she met was the tall, pure Director. And though she was even less sure of what to do than the little girl, she still greeted her with an embrace, And got her clothes soaked for the trouble. The Vice Director was old enough to be the girl's mother. Taking the girl by the hand, she brought her amongst the resting champions, knights, and evil dragons. She thought that this was quite alright. In any case, the refreshments really were delicious. \n\n- Wicked Mage's Plumule: This was once a decorative feather in someone's hat. Being dark green, it is quite eye-catching indeed.\nArtifact's Story: The heroes of different stories will naturally find different (expedient) holy swords, and they must also face different nemeses. But it is oft-said that heroes who live too long, live to become the evil dragon. And when many stories cross paths, perhaps one side's hero is another side's dragon. The tale that finally emerges will trend toward narratives that are easier to grasp — which is why heroes are heroes, and not evil dragons. That is why, for all their strength and schemes, the evil dragons will ultimately be defeated by the heroes wielding their holy swords. And before the dragon falls into the chasm that dissolves all things, he will think of the times he once spent with the hero. And at last, he will say: \"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.\" \"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.\" \"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.\" But the hero, victorious over the dragon, will also lose the thing most precious to him during the hunt. He will never again believe in anything that the sum of human knowledge cannot completely grasp and understand, And to the end of his days, he shall conceive of a kingdom powered by machines and energies not derived from the elements. " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Ocean-Hued Clam?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ocean-Hued Clam is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Sea-Dyed Blossom: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A tender flower from the ocean. Its core is adorned with pure pearls.The songs of Watatsumi Island say that these flowers bloom in the pearl-lit depths.Steeped in the lovesickness of the diving sea-daughters and the gentle moonlight, they would give off a pearly gleam.When all conflicts have ceased, the sea beasts shall no longer weep for their lonesome companions,And when the moonlight rises over Touzan, the lovely deity shall rise and sing.\"Come, sea-daughters, come and see, O people of my heart, for the moon is out tonight.\"\"Though Touzan might fall this night, the lightning and the storm can never hide the moon's pearly glory...\"The lonesome maiden will sing and dance upon the moon-silver waves.The divers shall forget the pain of loss, and even the tender flowers will regain their vibrance.\n\n- Cowry of Parting: A clean, flawless seashell that comes from the bottomless ocean.\nArtifact's Story: Omikami once selected his clergy from amongst the people of Watatsumi, personally giving them these circlets of office.But when the age of the martyrdom passed, and the old priesthood passed with it, these lovely crowns were sealed.The people of the sea sing that these crowns of pearls and coral will never be stained by any dirt,And that any who should have the fortune to receive one were recognized as rulers by Omikami.The valiant vassal lord known as Touzannou and the twins who traversed the waves freely...They all had Omikami's tender gaze and favor, and have been immortalized in the islanders' songs.It is said that these rulers once served as the deity's auxiliaries, guiding the people of the sea to farm, fish, and hunt on their island.But as the time of destined martyrdom came, a god would fall.Bearing the hopes and memories that were brought up from the ocean depths, and steeped in a history and culture that are now lost,These intricate and enchanting crowns passed with their owners into the forgotten rifts.\n\n- Pearl Cage: The shining pearls that the shrine maidens of Watatsumi Island offer up shine eternally and never dim.\nArtifact's Story: To the sea people, the bright pearls that Watatsumi's deity once praised are priceless treasures.Only the Divine Priestess had the right to sing the great song themed around those pearls.Legend has it that the rainbow-hued clams produced these flawless gems in gratitude for Watatsumi's tenderness.In latter days, it was even said that the bloodline of the Divine Priestess was originally birthed from these pearls.Having stepped from her soft, vivid cradle, she and the sisters who danced with the sea and moon were greatly favored,For out of his rejoicing and love, Omikami gave unto them beautiful gems that granted them the pure desire to pursue daylight.In the hands of those whose veins run true with Watatsumi blood, pearls seem to gleam brighter than normal.Perhaps this is but an ancient tale, the truth of which can no longer be verified.But it is said that at the point of defeat, the Divine Priestess and the twin sisters exchanged their clothes and concealed themselves within the endless waves.Only this bright pearl was lost in the rippling tumult, returning to the silent solitude of the depths.\n\n- Crown of Watatsumi: 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.\nArtifact's 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.In the island-songs of history, the first Divine Priestess was once one of the sea-daughters who collected pearls.She would come amongst the children, who in their meaningless conflict, lost sight of their future,And amongst the old who had lost sight of life's beauty amidst ruthless tragedy.The Divine Priestess comforted the people using her lovely songs and gentle words,And even amidst the stormy times, the people of Watatsumi saw hope for the first time.This sea-born feather was said to have come from that Divine Priestess' ceremonial garb.It was plucked by mistake by a child's tender hand, and was preserved by a fretful person.Later, when the brave hero and priestesses rushed to their irrevocable sacrifice,The Divine Priestess' ceremonial garment was not lost, but passed down in memory to the present day.\n\n- Deep Palace's Plume: A down feather with the same hue as coral, said to come from a shrine maiden's ceremonial garment.\nArtifact's Story: Time seems to pass exceedingly slowly in the silent, fluorescent ocean depths.Even the bright seashells might grow forgetful as the years lengthen.The people of Watatsumi once came forth from the darkness, and thus bade farewell to the long dreams of the deep.They escaped the prying gaze of the Dragonheirs in the dark, walking the glimmering coral stair into the realm of daylight.It is said that at that time, the ocean people would take a single seashell as remembrance for their clan.And as for those who had lost theirs, they would be welcomed into a new family.In the ancient tongue, these pure shells would become known as the Parcels of Reunion.Two parties who embrace shall not again be parted by an outside force, though this enjoining is not itself eternal.These seashells, therefore, were a farewell to life beneath the waves, and the beginning of a new life under the sun." } ]

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

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Prayers for Destiny?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prayers for Destiny is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 1 artifacts in total.\n\n- Tiara of Torrents: 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.\nArtifact's Story: They say that,Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.Then, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the ancient flames were extinguished amidst the first falling rains.It was a prosperous time, a period of bountiful harvest.Then the earth was blessed and ruled by heaven, and the elemental flows were smooth and well-ordered.A hundred years of bounty were written in the stars, and none could change this divine law.But what of the time after, a hundred, a thousand years from now? Would they have famine where they had plenty, poverty where once were riches?Would their altars and palaces become one with the soil, with only that silver-white tree for company?The heavenly envoys, who ever spoke what they knew, were silent. So to understand this doom,The chief priest, head crowned with white branches, would delve into the deep places of the world..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Prayers for Illumination?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prayers for Illumination is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 1 artifacts in total.\n\n- Tiara of Flame: 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.\nArtifact's Story: They say that,Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.The envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. The eternal ice had just begun to thaw, and the first fires were still new.It was a time of great prosperity, when all was left in the hands of such heavenly revelations.The envoys of heaven said that the world would soon enter a new and brighter age.This was predestined, that future immutable.But would a day come when such wonderful times might come to an end?To this question the envoys gave no answer. So, the people chose from among them a chief priest,And adorning his head with a crown of white branches, they sent him out into the deep places of the world,To antediluvian ruins and long-buried altars of sacrifice, to seek answers and enlightenment..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Prayers for Wisdom?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prayers for Wisdom is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 1 artifacts in total.\n\n- Tiara of Thunder: 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.\nArtifact's Story: They say that,Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from the heavens directly.Then, the envoys of the gods would walk among benighted humanity, and the waters ran dry as thunder first pierced the skies.People enjoyed untold wisdom, and that wisdom was their boon.Their prosperity brought pride and ambition, and the mind to question.So they questioned the heavens' authority, and schemed to enter the garden of gods.And though they had promised to the people divine love, prosperity and wisdom, the envoys of heaven were angry.For to question eternity was forbidden,For earth to challenge sky, inexpiable.So the chief priest who wore the white-branched crown went forth to appease the divine envoys,And into the deep places he went, seeking the hidden wisdom of the silver tree in the ancient capitol..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Prayers to Springtime?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prayers to Springtime is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 1 artifacts in total.\n\n- Tiara of Frost: 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.\nArtifact's Story: They say that,The line of chief priests have always seen this same sight as their days draw to an end:A mountain of crowns in a secret place, beneath a withered tree——each one hiding a lifetime of secrets kept.Each retiring chief priest offers up their crown of flawless white branches to this world.Every mighty and ancient city, and every austere place of sacrifice must one day return to profundity in the earth.All prosperity must someday end.But this does not mean that nothing is eternal.At the end of a cycle, the earth shall be renewed. Thus eternity is cyclical.The search for truth is a product of prosperity, and not the seed that plants it.They say that,Once upon a time, the people of the land could hear revelations from Celestia directly.The envoys of the gods walked among benighted humanity then. In those days, life was weak, and the earth was blanketed in unending ice." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Resolution of Sojourner?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Resolution of Sojourner is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Heart of Comradeship: A small cerulean flower with somebody's ribbon pinned to the stem. \nArtifact's Story: The traveler from a distant land pinned this flower close to his chest.The traveler left a life of great privilege to pursue a wandering, unburdened life.In a foreign land, by a clear lake of sweet waters, he met a frowning maiden.\"A traveler from afar? ...Huh. Not like it matters.\"\"You're a musician? Well then, pray do not insult me with empty praises or song.\"\"Just remember me as I am.\"\"As one about to be offered up as a sacrifice for the 'festival.'\"The traveler who had abandoned his homeland pinned this flower close to his chest.He wished to remind himself to love no one, and become attached to nothing.Yet he would remember that maiden as he had promised, and walk into the fire for her sake...\n\n- Sundial of the Sojourner: A sundial that has survived the ages, always silently recording the cycles of the sun and moon as they pass through the sky.\nArtifact's Story: The departing traveler would take this crown of willow branches as a final memento.With it, he would remember his lover, now departed like a dandelion on the breeze.The traveler was the wandering lyrist, and that maiden in the country of wine was a prisoner of the nobility.For reasons he knew not himself, his lyre-song revealed his true heart.\"What would move me, you ask? ...Well, it would be your smile.\"\"I've never known you to smile, after all. Not even once.\"\"I will break the chains that bind you.\"\"When that time comes, would you let me see you smile?\"\"Yes, and thank you. It would be wonderful indeed if you could do that.\"Pretty words, but who could trust them, coming from a singer?\n\n- Goblet of the Sojourner: A plain porcelain goblet that was once brimming with joyous brews.\nArtifact's Story: A lyre has 4 strings.The days he spent with his comrades in the \"troupe\" were probably the happiest in his life of wandering.At first, it was just a chance meeting with the conductor — but for the invisible strings of fate.First came the girl who used a flute as a sword, and then that fellow Kreuzlied — one by one, the traveler met them all.In the joyous tavern, the lyrist introduced a maiden he had met by chance to his comrades amidst the singing and dancing.The drunken traveler strummed the strings and sang in a loud voice.With them by his side, he would never have to travel alone again...Perhaps it would be alright to walk with them till journey's end.\n\n- Crown of Parting: A reed coronet that emanates the spring breeze.\nArtifact's Story: Hope was ripped to shreds by ruthless might, and promises of reunion disappeared like fleeting shadows.The wandering traveler had once against lost a place to call home.The condescending evil stole his love's joy,And the endless conflict ground down his irreverent soul.Those gentle, playful rhythms of revelry,Now turned to sharp, icy clangs.For his comrades, for his best friend, for the tables around which none would again share wine.For freedom, for life, and for revenge against the evil that had taken her smile.Thus resolved, the traveler plucked his last string, and fired his final arrow.As he grew accustomed to life in this foreign land, he gazed up at the azure sky.Ah, so the sky here was the same as the one back in his homeland...\n\n- Feather of Homecoming: A blue arrow fletching imbued with the sentiment of travelers that had once faded into the horizon.\nArtifact's Story: The traveler pursued both fate and the inexorable passage of time.The troupe that resisted the aristocracy — and their end — could be seen the eternal flow of time.In the course of a long journey, even the most well-made watch might cease to work.The only unfailing marker of time was the passage of the sun and moon.So to chase formless time, the traveler could only pursue light itself.The great halls of the nobility, and the rebellious troupe with no room to lay their heads.Both were churned just the same by the flow of time, and both like fleeting dreams raced towards the same destruction.Under the moonless night sky, the dark shadows drew upon the outlander's tired face.\"The songs are spent like arrows few, to the choir the curtain calls.\"\"Shall I ever see you smile anew, when the tower in the city square falls?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Retracing Bolide?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Retracing Bolide is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Summer Night's Bloom: A man-made flower in eternal bloom. Who knows if there truly is life in there?\nArtifact's Story: A summer festival flower that blooms forever,That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.That will not wilt even if buried deep below the snow.Some may label it an imitation, an false life,For life lies in change, pain and growth,In meetings, and also in partings.But the memories of meeting her,Of watching the fireworks bloom in the sky like fresh flowers together,The memories of that foxy-eyed woman who eventually disappeared without a trace...That unwithering flower is the final thing to remember her by.In the end, the difference comes down to the fact that for some,Life is as eternal as this undying summer bloom,But for most, it is as transient as smoke.\n\n- Summer Night's Moment: A pocketwatch that has stopped at a certain point in time.\nArtifact's Story: The mask of one indwelt by a deity.A mask that has been cast in the image of some legendary deity.People will often take on the guise of the fox of legend,Covering their faces with masks based on her divine visage,Perhaps wishing that they might gain her ability of transformation.In Inazuma's legends, everything has a spirit....But even so,It is likely that most such beings would have long fled,Driven into the forests by the suppression of the Shogun.But many people still believe in these divine foxes and the ability to be indwelt by them...They believe that thousands of years of age may confer power upon animals.As such, they also believe in what this fox mask represents.A note has been left on the back of this mask, written in a lovely hand.\"I'm sorry, I departed under the cover of the fireworks.\"\"We will most likely never meet again. Take care of yourself.\"\n\n- Summer Night's Waterballoon: Water balloons can be seen everywhere during the summer festival, but none are as finely-wrought as this one.\nArtifact's Story: A beautiful water balloon filled with water.In the ghost stories of Inazuma,This is a memento from a chance meeting with something inhuman...During the summer festival, I was separated from my parents.It was but a moment, but I had wanted to look at the water balloons,And let go my hand that had gripped on to my father's sleeve.Before we knew it, the tide of people escorting the divine palanquin had washed us apart.I cried by the torii gates along the road to the shrine,And I counted the feet of the people ascending the mountain.I do not know when it happened,But a beautiful lady with fox-like eyes had come to my side, and taken my hand.\"How preposterous, to leave such an adorable child here.\"\"So, how about it? Would you like to see the fireworks, throw some darts, and play fusen with me?\"\n\n- Summer Night's Mask: A popular mask cast in the image of a deity, as described in the legends.\nArtifact's Story: An intricately-made throwing dart. It is a common sight during the summer festival.In the ghost stories of Inazuma,There is a tale about a meeting between the human and inhuman...To celebrate my wife's pregnancy, I went to the shrine to give a votive offering.But for reasons unknown, I went up the mountain with these objects.The water balloon from when I seven, the fox mask from when I was seventeen,And a flower that would not wilt in ten or even a hundred years.Why did I expect to meet her again?No matchmaker introduced myself and my wife, and we were always short on money,And it took some time for us to produce an heir,But our days were still filled with happiness, were they not?But still I detoured on that mountain road to the place where I'd seen the fireworks with her.Pulling the bushes apart, I thought I saw her dressed in white, sitting upon that rock.But when I came forward and looked, it was just a fox sunbathing.It leaped up at the sound of snapping branches, and fled into the woods,And like the spots of light that poke between leaves moved by the breeze, it was gone in a flash.All that was left was an old wooden throwing dart.\n\n- Summer Night's Finale: A well-crafted wooden dart. It will only stop once it has reached its destination.\nArtifact's Story: A small, ornate pocket watch.The watch seems to have stopped at a certain time of day.In the ghost stories of Inazuma,This has something to do with an encounter with something inhuman...On the night of the summer festival, as I walked the path to the shrine with the girl I admired,I heard, only barely, the sound of a lost child's cries.In that moment of distraction, I fell, spraining my ankle and breaking that pocket watch.While she ran to look for some ointment,I tried to make way for the people passing through,And sat down on a rock by the wayside to rest.The beautiful mask-wearing woman sat down beside me.\"There are few who know about this spot.\"\"But it's the best place to watch the fireworks, you know?\"It should have been a dream.We hadn't met in ten years,And she had aged not a single day in those years, and yet...\"You've grown so much. Looks like we should pass on the game of fusen.\"\"I've brought wine, though. Let's watch the fireworks together. What do you say?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Scholar?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Scholar is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Scholar's Bookmark: A dried flower used as a bookmark. It has absorbed the scent from the pages.\nArtifact's Story: Flowers were a rare sight for the scholar who lived in her ivory tower, buried under piles of books.A young man, who admired the scholar, once gave her this exotic flower in the hope of bringing some life to the dull and lonely days she spent in her study.The scholar accepted the gift gratefully and made a flower bookmark with it.Ever since then, there has always been a splash of vivid color hidden somewhere in the pages of the dull piles of books.\n\n- Scholar's Clock: 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.\nArtifact's 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.The scholar spent half of her lifetime in endless research, taking notes and making calculations.Having failed to find the answers she was looking for, she once hesitated and questioned her career choice, thus wasting further time.Her once sharp eyesight had also been damaged by intensive reading.All this, and the answers she sought were still beyond her reach.\n\n- Scholar's Ink Cup: Originally designed to hold drinking water, this cup was stained black after a scholar used it to wash their paint brushes.\nArtifact's Story: A delicate tea cup that belonged to a scholar. This treasured cup is made of light porcelain and gilded with gold stripes.The dainty cup was in stark contrast with the messy room in which it was found, but seemed to suggest that the scholar was from a well-to-do family.Not caring about the beauty and purpose of the tea cup, the scholar in her ivory tower dipped her quill pen in it.She only saw it as a convenient ware to wash the tip. Now covered in ink stains, the cup has long since lost its former elegance.\n\n- Scholar's Lens: This corrective lens helped restore the vision of one whose eyes were damaged from intensive studying.\nArtifact's Story: The scholar's quill pen is made from the feather of an exotic bird.After an enormous amount of writing, the feather has been stained black.In all her years, the scholar never thought of changing her stained quill pen for a new one.Just as an old soldier feels most at ease with his own weapon, the scholar needed her familiar quill pen.\n\n- Scholar's Quill Pen: A bird's feather that serves as a quill pen. The tip has long been stained black.\nArtifact's Story: A delicate clock placed carefully on the scholar's desk.Spending days and nights in her study, the scholar lost all sense of time.This exquisite clock served as a beacon guiding the scholar in her relentless pursuit of knowledge.The time the scholar spent would prove to be fruitful. Knowledge would find its way to her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Shimenawa's Reminiscence?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shimenawa's Reminiscence is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Entangling Bloom: A lovely amulet made from twisted paper cord. It is said to hold the power to make wishes come true.\nArtifact's Story: An omamori crafted using an art known as Mizuhiki.It is said to have the power to bind wishes and the reasons for those wishes within itself.Once, I learned how to manage the affairs of the shrine under the tutelage of a mighty kitsune.Back then, I was just a young shrine maiden who had just arrived on Narukami from a small fishing village.I was duller than a teapot and had yet to lose the obstinate impulsiveness and curiosity of a child,I was always naively skeptical of the elegant but incomprehensible words of Lady Saiguu.\"Everything in the world is entangled. Hence, illusory visions were born out of concrete reality.\"\"The so-called omamori cannot make one's wishes come true at all, but they can make them eternal through this entanglement.\"The Lady Kitsune couldn't help but break out into laughter upon seeing my clueless expression.She cheerfully knocked my head with her pipe and sneakily changed the subject.\"I suppose you've met your fated one as well, Hibiki?\"\"What sort of 'fate' could there be with a rude and reckless brute like that!\"\"Oh, is that so?\"But darkness engulfed everything in the end.That \"fate,\" too, was no more.\n\n- Morning Dew's Moment: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A bright and elegant festival mask that once belonged to a certain miko.A faint smile curls the edges of the mask's lips, but there is no real light in its eyes.I've spent much time training at the Grand Shrine, and I must say that I've matured a lot.At the very least, I'm not as foolish as I was when I was young, and I'm more independent now.But for some reason, the more I grow, the more Lady Saiguu's face seems to fall under a shadow.What emerges on her face is not anxiety nor fear, but rather a sorrowful reluctance...\"Life is full of uncertainty. Love is fleeting, and even lasting memories may be lost.\"\"Losing one's memory is no different from losing one's life. It is like death amidst darkness eternal.\"This time, even a faint smile could not conceal her sorrow.Though this is a festive day, it seems more like a farewell.\"Right, then. Why don't you tell me about the idiot Konbumaru?\"\"What's wrong? Still afraid that an old hag like me will steal him from you?\"\n\n- Hopeful Heart: A special fortune-telling cylindrical object. The mechanism at the bottom allows one to easily remove all unwanted wish sticks.\nArtifact's Story: A special slip cylinder that the shrine uses for fortune-telling,It is supposedly infused with good fortune that the kitsune have imparted upon it.Fortune telling is born from the questions of lost people. Thus, be it good or bad fortune, it will help them navigate their future.In other words, there are only lost people, and no inaccurate fortunes.I've learned a lot while studying at the shrine. Now, even someone as dull-witted as I am has learned how to talk like a mighty kitsune.During this time, even someone as inhuman as the mighty Yougou Tengu has gotten a daughter.Even that leatherhead Konbumaru has also become one of the Shogun's own Hatamoto, and shall soon marry the daughter of a high-ranking samurai.\"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.\"\"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?\"The Lady Kitsune's joke was out of line as always, coming forth with the self-serving scent of sakura wine.\"Aw, Hibiki, why the long face? How about this, then? I, the Lady Saiguu, shall tell your fortune for you!\"\"Haha, see? See, it's \"Great Fortune.\" \"Great Fortune\"! You know what that means?\"\"It means that you took away all the bad fortune slips. Please stop mocking me, Lady Saiguu.\"\"No... it means that the person you're missing will be lucky enough to become a part of your memories forever.\"That's why you have to be strong and must live on for a long, long time.Even if all the people you cherish are gone, as long as you are still alive,The time you spent with them will never perish...\n\n- Capricious Visage: A well-preserved ceremonial fox mask. A small, enigmatic smile ever graces its lips.\nArtifact's Story: A demon-slaying arrow used by the shrine for prayers and to drive away catastrophes,It is said to be capable of pursuing and destroying all demons.People often say that demon-slaying arrows can drive away evil, but evil is never an objective thing.Evil often stems from within our hearts, born out of delirious minds that have turned cold and ashen from terror.Lady Saiguu has been gone for a long time now, and I am no longer that young shrine maiden training at the Grand Narukami Shrine.Whenever I hold that empty smoking pipe, I can feel that emptiness and dull pain hover over me like a phantom.Having someone worth missing, losing someone whom I cannot help missing... And time keeps moving like a spinning wheel.Silent and tranquil, the Lady Kitsune's white form hidden in the deep darkness left a deep impression in the shrine maiden's dreams.The Great Tengu went into self-imposed exile, enraged at her own incompetence as the Lady Saiguu's protector, leaving Teruyo behind.Harunosuke left for another country amid the fury of his mourning, while Nagamasa joined the Shogunate to clear the Mikoshi name.As for the man who taught me archery in the sacred forest and patiently listened to my naïve promise under the scarlet sakura boughs,He will eventually return to me, even if he were to be blinded by splattered blood, or turned into a fierce beast by that dark defilement...I shall save him with our bow and arrows, to keep our promise, which ever veers towards breaking.I shall destroy evil with our bow and arrows, exorcising folly and needless obsession.\"Come see me, you idiotic problem gambler.\"\"And don't lose your way this time, Konbumaru.\"Still, who won the last throw of the dice...She touched the bow lightly while pondering such unimportant things.\n\n- Shaft of Remembrance: 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.\nArtifact's Story: An elegant watch adorned with a shrine bell.The hands always point toward the wee hours of the morning.As the sky brightens, morning dew condenses and then disappears.As beautiful as this colorful scenery may be, it is still short-lived.I once enjoyed the chirping of cicadas and the moonlight with Lady Saiguu on a slope in the middle of an autumn night.Back then, I was just a shrine maiden from the country, young and stubborn.Like a chirping finch, noisily insisting on my own view.A faint smile that crossed the mouth of the Lady Kitsune fascinated me, but her words were — and remain — incomprehensible:\"Trying to hold on to a moment's beauty is like foolishly trying to grasp the morning dew.\"\"Like the morning dew, I have already passed away. All you have seen of me is but a residual vision, born of your wishes.\"In that vague memory, she kept saying some incomprehensible things. Her expression as sorrowful as the eighth month's moon, and I suddenly...Then she rapped me over the head with her tobacco pipe, wearing her usual expression of rebuke and mockery:\"Hibiki, the sun's about to rise.\"\"We should head back.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Song of Days Past?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Song of Days Past is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Forgotten Oath of Days Past: A flower in ever-bloom shaped from larimar and shimmering silver. They say that this is still viewed as a symbol of resistance.\nArtifact's Story: In the long years before the Many Waters converged, the golden authority inundated all like a roiling tide, and where the iron legion went, the barbarians surrendered wholly. The glorious world plated in gold was like a day without end, and just as the Harmosts steadfastly believed, the defeated people of bygone times submitted to the symphony of the new order... That is how it should have been. But that order which represents civilization, a rapturous melody unmatched by mortals, was halted in the savage north, The previously fractious tribes had united under the command of Aremorica's heir, and the fires of rebellion broke out across the empire's fragile borders... This was the one later eulogized as \"Lochknight\": Opposing the omnipresent golden authority with a weak body of flesh and bone. The songstress who ruled over many tribes never considered herself a sovereign. Instead, she proclaimed herself an oracle who could hear the Queen of All Waters. In distant Capitolium, the sages turned up their noses at such absurdity, as though they were little more than the delirious ravings of children, Yet still her army swept through the warring tribes like a storm, convincing their fellow tribesmen at swordpoint to pledge themselves to the Queen of All Waters. Though the poems and plays of later generations have many versions of the Knight's pledge, there are two vows that run through every version like an indispensable thread: First, never draw your sword against those who pledge faith in Egeria. Second, never compromise in the face of evil (also written as: Do not tolerate even a trace of filth). \"We swear by the ever-blooming silver flower, that we will drive the golden usurper from the high sea, and wash away injustice with blood and tears\" \"We swear to protect the spirits arisen from pure water, to protect the blessings left behind by the Queen of All Waters, until the pure spring flows as before\" And thus did endless war spread like a plague, burning proud gold and untarnished silver alike. In the end, the Harmost's desire to end the conflict tragically turned into little more than a passing mirage, and furious vengeance like roaring waves surged towards an irreversible outcome. Until the light of salvation finally rose over the distant horizon, though it would never be reflected in the eyes of those who sought redemption... \n\n- Echoing Sound From Days Past: An oddly shaped hourglass made from lazurite and aqua jade. It was reportedly inspired by the bell tower in Petrichor.\nArtifact's Story: In the years when the Many Waters converged, the gentle mistress crossed the ruins of ages past and built a new city. The long night had passed and dawn was breaking: The past had become a shadow of a dream, dissolving with the darkness of the night. This was the true Golden Age. No more Usurpers obsessed with power, no more barbarians indulging in vengeance, The glorious symphony would never sound again, only odes to love and verses of justice, blown by the morning breeze to the four corners of the high sea... Such subject matter easily endures the tides of time, and even today, more than a thousand years hence, the people still ardently enjoy them, Such as the adventures of the Lochknights, told and retold by generations of poets and playwrights, tales long since known to all and sundry. It is said that they swore by silver armor to fight alongside the Oceanids, to protect the yet untainted pure dews, It is said that they travailed through uncounted trials and tribulations before finally finding the legendary Pure Grail, welcoming the return of the Queen of Many Waters... \"The court that gathered great and glorious heroes, knights bathed in the blood of dragons\" \"The mage and noble maiden trapped in tower tall, the journey to seek the sacred vessel\" Feasts and vows, sorrow and farewells, many scenes that exist only in the fantasies of elegant verse, all unveiled before the eyes of \"Erinnyes.\" However, that hero who shared her name had nothing to do with her, and the ballads sung of that supposed past are nothing more than dreams of the present. \n\n- Promised Dream of Days Past: An opulent vessel made based on the form of the legendary \"Pure Grail.\" It is said to be able to fulfill the wishes of the purest of people.\nArtifact's Story: In the long years before the Many Waters converged, legends of the Pure Grail circulated amongst the tribes of the people of bygone times. Yet from time immemorial, none has yet laid eyes on the Grail itself. The sole evidence that this \"Golden Grail Brimming with Primordial Water\" is more than a mere fantasy born of human imagination, Are a few scattered words echoing throughout the ages from ancient Oceanids. Legends say that sacred vessel can cure even the most terrifying of wounds, restore youth, and revive the dead, And that only the purest of people can behold its glory, obtaining eternal life and wisdom unending. But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The curtain may fall abruptly on the once most splendrous of songs in but a single night. The cries of countless self-proclaimed civilized citizens sank into the endless waves along with the golden city bearing the name of eternity. But as spake the ancient sages: Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change. The vow of vengeance, once sworn, may be torn asunder in a single night. The songstress who swore to wash away her foes in a tide of blood and tears awoke from her familiar nightmare, only to see naught but raging waves spanning the horizon, even unto the far shore... \"O sons of the high sea, stained with original sin, we brother and sisters who have drunk deep from the well of suffering\" \"You know well the fearful fate foretold, you have seen the cataclysm that will eventually come\" \"Harden your heartstrings, and do not fear, nor be you dismayed\" \"You need only seek out the primordial water, seek out the primordial chalice that grants every prayer\" \"You need only speak your wish to her, and all sins shall be forgiven\" Thus, for the Oceanid's pledge, the songstress embarked on the road to seek the Pure Grail, Thus, the heterodoxy that \"the Pure Grail can grant any wish\" began to spread far and wide among the people, 'Twas not until twilight's end that she finally realized, just what that \"primordial chalice\" actually was... \n\n- Poem Passed Down from Days Past: A formal hat that was once in vogue amongst creators of opera in Fontaine. Word has it that its feathered adornment was based on the legendary Lochknights' helms.\nArtifact's Story: Even in the long years before the Many Waters converged, in a tribe as short-lived as the waving seagrass, a gentle evening breeze once caressed the lingering moonlight. A youth, yet ignorant of the laws of the God-King and the path laid by the heavens beyond his ken, adorned her ear with a butterfly wing. In the traditions of the people of bygone times, the dancing butterflies were guides of souls, representing the vow and promise to not part until death. Then, the warrior who had yet to become a musician deeply believed that the days to come were as innumerable as the countless yesterdays, like a whirling dance balanced on this single moment... Yet the currents of fate swept inexorably towards pain and suffering, and the ephemeral wishes of days past perished amidst the cries of blood and flame. When their paths next crossed, it would be in the faraway city, and the disparate tribes that once warred had all been united. The young musician came disguised as a wandering traveler, and in the tournament defeated countless heroes of great renown whose praises would be sung for generations, And at last, he was granted an audience along with the King as champion newly crowned. Ideals of harmony and glory were expounded upon, meaning to extinguish forever the fires of war and burning desire for vengeance. Even the wisest of musicians never anticipated that the moment his identity was revealed, all that would greet him were blades shining like lakelight. As the artificial body was cut to ribbons and his consciousness was about to return, the last thing the musician heard was her whispering as she took him into her arms... \"...████, my ████... You need no longer force yourself to speak that which you do not wish\" \"I know that it is the accursed Usurper who has profaned your soul, and imprisoned you in stone\" \"Worry not, my ████... I have never forgotten the oath we took then, not for a moment\" \"No matter what price I must pay, I will save you from those freezing fetters, your eternal chains\" \"And when we finally enjoy the embrace of the Queen of All Waters once more, we shall take leave of trouble and sorrow\" \"When this pale butterfly takes flight and dances once more, it shall guide our souls to the far shore of the Many Waters\"\n\n- Recollection of Days Past: A butterfly-shaped feather accessory made from silver and azure crystals. It is said to, in the distant past, have symbolized an oath to never be parted.\nArtifact's Story: In the long years before the Many Waters converged, the tribes of the people of bygone times had the tradition of tolling bells. The bells once tolled for sunrise, for sunset, for births, and for deaths, And in the end, at the final moment of the golden blanket that covered the dome of the sky, the bells tolled for destruction. The tireless iron legions completely erased the name tribes now long forgotten from the map, But never once considered that the prosperous empire itself would meet the same fate just a few short decades later. The golden palace turned to rubble in a night, the noble music collapsed by ambition and betrayal, The sorrowful wish of the God-King thus ended, yet the echoes of the golden melody still reverberated in mortal hearts: Some wallowed in the glory of the past, and sought to play the music once more at any cost, Some abandoned their old names of their own accord, and hunted the ghosts lurking in the forests for a peaceful tomorrow, Some kept only their previous names and hid them in song along with the hazy legends of the past... \"A sacred vessel that can grant any wish... Heh, even if that Oceanid messenger actually said that, it sounds pretty preposterous\" \"Nobody can wash away their sins, just like you can't wash blood out of water. Even if it's completely forgotten, sin is still sin\" \"None can revive the past, just like none can retrieve the light of day. The past is dead, and even I know that\" \"...\" \"But if such artifacts do exist in this ridiculous world, if this one really can grant all wishes\" \"If all the tears of the future really could be wiped away, and the heirs of the high sea would never again need suffer the pain and sorrow of the past\" \"Then let me drown in such fantastical delusions one last time\" The wailing and weeping that had whirled in her ears for decades, those phantoms of the past, Those who died for her, those who died because of her, none of that was important any longer, Before she took that step alone into the valley, it was as though she heard that sound ringing from the past once more— the tolling of the night bell... Though the twilight sun is clear to all, some will always see it as the light of dawn. " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Tenacity of the Millelith?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tenacity of the Millelith is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Flower of Accolades: A flower made from gold leaf. It represents the glories and honors attained by its wearer.\nArtifact's Story: In an age when solemn songs were sung from the clifftops, a meteorite once fell into the Chasm.Out of the depths of the boundless night sky above, the iron meteorite plummeted to the ground, turning the earth to Glazed Sand Crystal on impact.Though human life is fleeting, Rex Lapis personally ordered the Millelith to rush to the defense of the mines.As the Abyss flooded forth, the Millelith escorted countless civilians to safety.Miners tell tales of a small number of troops from the rearguard, who remained in the Chasm.Together with the nameless yaksha, they fought courageously until they, too, made the ultimate sacrifice among the jagged rocks.In time, the names of both mortals and adepti alike were forgotten. In time, even the mountains and rivers change form.Yet there will never come a time when their honorable deeds shall be forgotten. Like this gold-leafed flower, they will shine on forever.500 years on, the harbor city remains as steadfastly peaceful today as the day the disaster was quelled.And still, the troops wear this golden flower with pride, in honor of the sacrifice made by their forebears.\n\n- Orichalceous Time-Dial: A simple device for telling time. This was once standard-issue for the Millelith during times of war.\nArtifact's Story: The commander who fought together with the nameless yaksha fell in the line of duty,As did the handful of his compatriots who fought alongside him.To ensure that the afflicted civilians could safely escape, and to maintain their honor in the eyes of the Lord of Geo,The helmet-clad troops of the front line took the lead, pointing their spears towards the Abyss and charging into battle.Disaster arrived in the land of glaze, and a horde of ancient foes came surging forth.At the order of Rex Lapis, the yaksha fought a bloody battle against the warped creations of the Abyss.The fight went on until the last drop of blood had soaked into the battlefield and all that was impure had been cleansed.As the tide of the Abyss receded, the glaze sands shone gloriously once more,But when the gloom that had filled the skies above The Chasm had finally dissipated, the yaksha disappeared without a trace.As for the general and his men who left their helmets on the battlefield, they rest there in peace forevermore.\n\n- Noble's Pledging Vessel: A golden cup used by the Millelith to take their oaths. Still bears the lovely scent of wine.\nArtifact's Story: When the Millelith was first founded, Liyue was still a savage and dangerous place.The elders of towns, villages, and tribes would pledge oaths of allegiance with a golden cup.As a show of loyalty to Rex Lapis and duty to their countrymen,They selected valiant soldiers from all regions. These soldiers became known as the Millelith.They would go on to take up arms with a yaksha in battle, fighting from the rearguard. They too drank from that golden cup.It was a final toast to the benevolent and majestic Lord of Geo. With their gaze fixed ahead of them, they stormed into the abyss.Hundreds of years later, a conceited adventurer retrieved the cup from the depths of The Chasm and washed away the imperfections.Miraculously, the cup remained whole and untarnished by the passage of time. The pitch-dark of that subterranean realm had failed to remove its radiance.Yet more centuries passed. Eventually, the people of Liyue would tell tales of an era of catastrophe and a nameless yaksha,Tales of how heroes from disparate heritages and different lands united under a single banner against the Abyss...Inevitably, the tale would touch upon the cup, and how the blood of those that went before remained clear and spotless as the day it was spilled.\n\n- General's Ancient Helm: A splendorous helmet from ages past. Clean the dust away and it will look brand-new once more.\nArtifact's Story: As a mark of military service, the Millelith use the feathers of high-altitude birds of prey to adorn their uniforms.These tail feathers are only worn on ceremonial occasions. They boost the morale of the citizenry and fill visiting outlanders with a sense of awe.It is said that in its inception, this ceremonial custom was inspired by the nameless yaksha.In the heat of battle, when the yaksha was engaged in fierce combat with the Abyss, some of its plumage was stripped away. The feathers that fell to the ground were seen as a symbol of hope.In the end, the brave yaksha and fearless citizenry would sink into an exhausted slumber in the dark lair of the enemy.Rex Lapis was moved by their sacrifice and observed a prolonged vow of silence among the low murmuring of the mountain stone.The people claim that the nameless yaksha that defended The Chasm was not, in fact, under the command of Rex Lapis.Instead, they believe that it was an act of redemption from a longstanding sin... a price paid for cowardice and dereliction of duty.Whatever the truth of the matter, the yaksha that had once soared through celestial heights had now returned to a free existence amongst the clouds.As for the soldiers, trapped in eternal slumber in the depths of The Chasm... their legend continues to evolve with the flow of time.\n\n- Ceremonial War-Plume: A falcon feather worn on ceremonial occasions. It displays the dignity and resolve of Liyue Harbor to the outside world.\nArtifact's Story: A hardy timepiece powered by sunlight and moonlight, capable of capturing rays of light even on the darkest of days.When Liyue was threatened by a pitch-black malice, this time-dial helped the soldiers to remember the warmth of the sun.In the course of fighting side-by-side with the yaksha, these mortal soldiers could not escape being contaminated by karma, or harmed during the slaughtering.To avoid being consumed by the darkness of constant killing, the Millelith soldiers used this timepiece to silently mark the passage of time during each battle.They fixed a unified marching pace and schedule so that one squadron of mortal soldiers would take the battlefield as the one before them retreated.This cycle of advance and retreat continued all the way to the depths of the Chasm, where yaksha and valiant soldiers both fell.100 years later, this timepiece was unearthed by a miner. Its bronze surface sparkled in the bright starlight.Urban legends tell of a collector of curios wearing black robes, who roamed the market streets one day, buying up Orichalceous Time-Dials and paying a generous sum for each one.Some sellers queried him, curious to know what his reasons were, but he deftly deflected all their questions with an array of excuses and other verbal tricks.As for what this individual's true motive was, perhaps only the unyielding forward march of time can finally deliver a satisfying explanation." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is The Exile?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Exile is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Exile's Flower: A withered flower worn on the shirt. Its former owner insisted on wearing it even in exile, so it must mean something.\nArtifact's Story: It all happened before the exiled aristocrat was involved in the family feud.This flower bloomed before the first blood was shed.Having witnessed the cruelty of humanity, the exile left his kindness and gentleness in the past.But this faded flower and the innocent smile he once had will always be his treasure.\n\n- Exile's Pocket Watch: Even after the crystal watch face was shattered and the hands lost, its former owner kept it until the end.\nArtifact's Story: As a child, the exile lived in a noble house. His childhood was carefree, and his playground was a palace built with silver.In the times of old, the circlet of his father was a symbol of gentility and nobility.However, years later, a family feud painted the collapsing palace blood-red.The circlet became the evidence of the exile's crime and has been with the exile ever since.\n\n- Exile's Goblet: A dull goblet made of a heavy metal. It was once inlaid with gemstones, but they have since been stripped off.\nArtifact's 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.But after the exile had brought shame to his family, he carved out the symbol of which he was once proud.As a result, this cup is broken and can no longer hold liquid.But the exile still carries it with him until the end of his journey.\n\n- Exile's Circlet: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Through plains and forests, the exile traveled alone in the wild.Through thick layers of dark clouds, an azure feather fell on his shoulder.The feather came from a panicked bird escaping from the falcon, just like the exile.The feather represents the spirit of a nestless, free bird, just like the exile.\n\n- Exile's Feather: Not an actual accessory per se. Just a random bird feather that was found somewhere in the wilderness by the exile.\nArtifact's Story: The aristocrat acquired this pocket watch back in his youth.This delicate timepiece recorded every moment of his childhood.But tragedy brought his carefree days to an abrupt end.The aristocrat was forced into a long and lonesome exile." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Thundering Fury?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thundering Fury is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Thunderbird's Mercy: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A purple wild flower that survived in the volcanic ash.It witnessed the total decimation of the ancient tribe.With an innocent's blood, the shaman summoned the Thunderbird.They made their offerings, waiting for the Thunderbird to reveal and the oracles.However, what descended with the Thunderbird, was the lightning of destruction.For the transgression against the young lad who sang to it, the sentence was total obliteration.The Thunderbird showed its true nature, wiping the tribe from the face of the earth.\n\n- Hourglass of Thunder: 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.\nArtifact's Story: In the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird,elder shamans worn this crown.The Thunderbird soared through the thunderstorms, raining down purple thunder and rain.Ancient tribes feared its powers and thanked it for its blessings.Shamans were chosen to offer blood sacrifices to it for protection and forgiveness.The Thunderbird was still a monster that cared not for the worship of mankind.They knew it not, and regarded the unpredictable actions of the Thunderbird as divine revelations.Yet thunder was its breath, as were the fates of men.From the sky, men were no different from animals.Until one day a song pierced through the roaring thunderstorm.The song ripped through the clouds, and bestowed upon it, light.\n\n- Omen of Thunderstorm: A ceremonial cup that holds the blood of the innocent. It is brimming with the thundering fury of the prayers that echo within.\nArtifact's Story: A ritual goblet used by the shamans of an ancient tribe.It held the blood to be offered to the Thunderbird.In the seasons when the Thunderbird flew amidst the stormy mountains, a young lad sang without fear.Attracted to his voice, the prideful Thunderbird landed by his side.\"Curious tunes, tiny human. Afraid not of thunder and storms?\"They said I can bring peace to thunder and storms.\"The young lad paused and answered.The Thunderbird cried but kept its silence.For his was an enchanting song.It was the first and last meeting between the Thunderbird and the young boy.For the next she saw of the boy was when his blood filled the golden goblet on the sacrificial altar.\n\n- Thunder Summoner's Crown: A crown once worn by an ancient shaman who worshiped the Thunderbird. The capricious beast remained unmoved by the shaman's devotion.\nArtifact's Story: The lost feather of the Thunderbird enchanted in purple lightning.It serves as the last witness of the destruction of the tribe.The ancient tribe held the Thunderbird as its protector. But it rained down thunder upon the tribe.On one gloomy night, it shared a pure friendship with the lad.Once it departed, the lad picked up the feather it dropped.\"I shall sing you another tune,When you come again with thunder and rain.\"Driven to madness by the remorse of a promise unkept,The Thunderbird left the mountain in cinders.It was hunted down years after, slain as a monster.Years passed, the burned land revitalized.The lightning-feather was left buried in the vegetation.The story of the Thunderbird and the young lad all but perished with the tribe.\n\n- Survivor of Catastrophe: A lightning-charged feather that still flickers with the wrath of the Thunderbird's cruel retribution.\nArtifact's Story: A luxurious hourglass belonging to the ancient tribe that worshiped the Thunderbird.As the tribe faded away, so did the hourglass.A luxurious hourglass, made with amethyst and amber gold, that belonged to a shaman.The hourglass would serve its purpose for the festival held in the Thunderbird's honor.In the last festival the tribe held, the frenzied Thunderbird blew away the bloodstained altar.The countdown to the arrival of the protector became the countdown to the tribe's destruction.The Thunderbird decimated the tribe to avenge the one who sang to it.Unbeknownst to the Thunderbird, the lad himself considered his sacrifice as an offering.All for the good of the tribe, for the blessings of the Thunderbird." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Thundersoother?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thundersoother is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Thundersoother's Heart: A flower that blooms even amidst ferocious thunder and lightning. To this day, it still grants courage to travelers in thunderstorms.\nArtifact's Story: A purple flower plucked in a thunderstorm.Whoever wears it will no longer fear the thunder and lightning.This flower blossoms only in thunderstorms, and never withers despite the constant rain.This is the Flower of Thunder. Kneeling before it, the Thundersoother plucked it with reverence.The Thundersoother wore this flower on his chest at all times as he fearlessly faced the thunder and lightning.Even when fighting the fierce Beast of Thunder, his resolve never wavered.To the Thundersoother, wearing this purple flower may have been merely an act of whimsy,but to travelers, the flower was the source of the unfaltering resolve that conquered the thunder.\n\n- Hour of Soothing Thunder: 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.\nArtifact's Story: A very ancient diadem.It shines with the light of the pacified lightning.The ferocious Beast of Thunderonce enslaved people with its mighty lightning.But its lightning existed only in a flash,and like the lightning, its mightiness soon disappeared.The Thundersoother defeated the beast in a lightning storm.He claimed this diadem as his trophy.But the past can never be fully pacified.\n\n- Thundersoother's Goblet: The wine goblet from which the Thundersoother, who defeated the Beast of Thunder, once drank violet lightning.\nArtifact's Story: A goblet that once belonged to the Thundersoother.Perhaps its former owner once used it to drink the thunder.Mighty as he was, the Thundersoother was a mere mortal with human feelings.Rage and ecstasy would come and go in a flash, just like the pounding thunder.This goblet witnessed not only the feats of the Thundersoother, but also his sorrow and laughter.From this goblet was drunk the wine used in the sacrificial slaying of the Thundersoother's family.From this goblet came the courage that helped the Thundersoother venture forth into the beast's cave.From this goblet came the sole source of companionship for the Thundersoother, who spent his final days in solitude.\n\n- Thundersoother's Diadem: The crown given to the Thundersoother for defeating the Beast of Thunder that had been wreaking havoc upon the land.\nArtifact's Story: An insignia made in the shape of the plume of a falcon that soared through the storms.Its wearer can almost feel the booming of thunder and the heat of a volcano.Fearing neither the thunder nor the volcano,the falcon left its plume in the burnt woods.The Thundersoother fashioned an amethyst insignia in the plume's likeness.The purple insignia shimmered with light under the gaze of enemies.On this small object lightning glittered,as if to foreshadow the downfall of the Beast of Thunder.Like the falcon, the Thundersoother conquered both thunder and flames,and eventually beheaded the Beast of Thunder.\n\n- Thundersoother's Plume: 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.\nArtifact's Story: An hourglass the Thundersoother once used. Flowing within it is not sand, but tiny Electro shards.The shards shatter and flow down as time passes, then merge together at the bottom of the hourglass.The Thundersoother who defeated the Beast of Thunder crafted this hourglass from amethyst.The passage of time is just like lightning. It bursts through the sky and is gone in a flash.Even the Thundersoother could not conquer the flash of time.Within this hourglass, even thunder and lightning have to obey the never-changing law of time.In the hourglass, the shards shatter and merge countless times while time silently flashes by.Observing this taught the Thundersoother about the cycle of life and death. Empowered with this knowledge, he was able to defeat the beast." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Tiny Miracle?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tiny Miracle is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Tiny Miracle's Flower: A flower that grew from a rock, breaking through the stone as it strove to reach the light.\nArtifact's Story: A little blue flower that sprouted between the cracks of an old tombstone.The carvings on the tombstone are a legacy of death, yet what sprouted from its cracks was the miracle of life.\n\n- Tiny Miracle's Hourglass: Just an ordinary, everyday hourglass. Turn it upside down and sure enough, the dry sand starts trickling down like water.\nArtifact's Story: An inexpensive pair of earrings made from metal that shines like the stars.What the sellers don't know is that the shine of these earrings comes from the fallen stars of ancient times.\n\n- Tiny Miracle's Goblet: A cup commonly used for fortune-telling. It can also hold water, of course. \nArtifact's Story: A clear goblet glittering with starlight.In the past it was used to tell fortunes,For the water it held was believed to reflect the Starry Sea.\n\n- Tiny Miracle's Earrings: A cheap accessory that is actually made from ancient meteoric ore.\nArtifact's Story: Plucked from a falcon that was as fast as the wind. The mere existence of such a bird is a miracle.It was gifted with clear vision and sharp claws.With its broad wings, its gliding speed was unparalleled.\n\n- Tiny Miracle's Feather: A feather from a bird of prey that flies almost too fast for the human eye to detect.\nArtifact's Story: It is often said that one may achieve victory by striving, but receive a miracle only by waiting.But is it not a miracle that fine sand was once a hard rock?Is it not too a miracle that we met each other?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Traveling Doctor?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling Doctor is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Traveling Doctor's Silver Lotus: A precious medicinal ingredient that has lost all medicinal value after years in storage.\nArtifact's Story: The doctor traveled across the land in search of rare herbs, with the zeal of an adventurer.On a steep cliff between slippery rocks, she found this silver lotus.The lotus was never made into medicine, but its scent gave her the strength to go on from that day forward.\n\n- Traveling Doctor's Pocket Watch: A precise instrument used for keeping time. For a doctor, every second counts.\nArtifact's Story: Back when the traveling doctor roamed from place to place, her days were busy and she hurried between appointments.Come sun or rain, nothing could keep her from her work.This handkerchief not only protected her messy hair, it also served as a bandage.It saw her through all her hardships and became her most loyal partner on her journey.\n\n- Traveling Doctor's Medicine Pot: This pot used to carry concentrated and extremely potent concoctions. It is now empty, but still gives off a strong smell of medicine.\nArtifact's Story: The medicine has long dried up, but its bitter smell still lingers in this pot.With that bitter medicine, the traveling doctor saved countless lives.And when she fell seriously ill, no one was there for her except for the medicine pot on the furnace.\n\n- Traveling Doctor's Handkerchief: 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.\nArtifact's Story: Even the pitch-black night could not stand between the traveling doctor and her patients.Danger lurks in every corner at night. Those who venture out must be as vigilant as the owl.But unlike the owl, the endless nights without rest eventually took their toll on the traveling doctor, and she fell ill.\n\n- Traveling Doctor's Owl Feather: 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.\nArtifact's Story: When treating a dying patient, every second counts.The accuracy of this watch had helped the traveling doctor turn the tide numerous times.But as she lay alone on the sickbed in her final days, all she could do was savor its sound, each tick standing for one of the precious moments of life she had left.What used to be a tool to save lives now sang a final elegy for its owner." } ]

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

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Viridescent Venerer?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Viridescent Venerer is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- In Remembrance of Viridescent Fields: A wild flower that was once a ubiquitous sight in its homeland. It was picked by a hunter who wore it on their chest.\nArtifact's Story: A white wild flower that used to cover the earth.It has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance.In the days when wildlife still roamed the earth and monsters had not yet appeared,the Viridescent Venerer would use this flower to conceal her human scent.Thus it was said that to seek the silent and gentle Viridescent Venerer,one simply need to close one's eyes and walk barefoot through the forest, following the subtle fragrance of wild flowers.Only those who could tread as softly as a hunter could avoid making the leaves crackle underfoot, alerting the queen of hunters to their presence.It was also said that the one who eventually found the hunter was a boy.At that time, disaster had just befallen the ancient kingdom and misery was spreading across the land.\n\n- Viridescent Venerer's Determination: A wondrous instrument that a hunter once wore. It forever points towards their prey.\nArtifact's Story: A hunter's hat without any blood stains.In folklore, it belonged to the uncrowned queen of hunters — the Viridescent Venerer.\"Never become the foe of the earth and the forest.\" This was the hunters' rule.Instead, a hunter should become a silent part of nature.It is said that a bird once built its nest in this hat.None could ever bestow a crown upon the queen of hunters,since the only one superior to her was nature itself.In the crisis that soon followed, her hunter's hat becamea frightful sight for monsters to behold.\n\n- Viridescent Venerer's Vessel: A water pouch used by the Viridescent Venerer. Its capacity is much greater than one would expect.\nArtifact's Story: A very robust and leakproof vessel.A legendary hunter known as the Viridescent Venerer once used it to collect whispers by the campfire.One night, the Viridescent Venerer picked up the scent of other human beings.As a hunter, she feared neither wolf packs nor monsters.What she feared far more than this was joining the chatter by the campfire.For she had long forgotten how to speak human language.Even after rejoining the humans and accepting her place as Viridescent Venerer, no one ever heard her say a single word.Similarly, no one ever saw her leave a single trace behind.The Viridescent Venerer collected the laughter she heard that night and stored it in her vessel.For many years, she would listen back to the voices in the vessel whenever she felt lonely.\n\n- Viridescent Venerer's Diadem: A proud crown that once belonged to the Viridescent Venerer. It is as lush and green as the breezes of the wild.\nArtifact's Story: A glossy and shining feather of a falcon. It once served as a fine fletching on one of the Viridescent Venerer's arrows.In the past, when the Viridescent Venerer's arrow hit its target,she would come down and stroke the fur of her prey gently until its life force returned to nature in peace.For she knew that one day, she too would embark on a journey to the place where the souls of her prey rested.The Viridescent Venerer believed that at the end of her life, she would wake up from reality,and be reunited with the departed at an endless hunting ground.But she also believed that the moment her arrow pierced through the monster that had killed the boy,that endless hunting ground at the end of her life was gone from her grasp.For she killed that mutated monster not for the sake of survival,but out of vengeance and suffering.\n\n- Viridescent Arrow Feather: The fletching of an arrow that once pierced right through its prey, but somehow still remains spotless.\nArtifact's Story: A delicate device used for wayfinding.Legend has it that when the Viridescent Venerer walked barefoot on the fields,the grass beneath her feet would tell her what the birds in the trees could see,and the mud she trod on would tell her what the roots in the earth could hear.But it is said that ever since disaster struck, the grass and trees never spoke again.For the God of the Woods had died in the disaster.Since then, she relied on this device for direction when hunting.At the request of a boy she encountered, she ceased hunting birds and beasts.Instead, she made the monsters that brought destruction and suffering her prey." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Vourukasha's Glow?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vourukasha's Glow is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Stamen of Khvarena's Origin: An insignia in the shape of a lovely little flower that was once worn by pilgrims in times long bygone.\nArtifact's Story: \"My innocent daughter, my Khvarena...\" \"I shall give you unto another mother. Love her, and be loyal to her.\" \"She is no less than I, and her light is yet more radiant than mine.\" \"I once encountered a faceless nightmare in my dreams, and it frightened me to no end.\" \"And so I separated you from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming.\" \"My Khvarena, the light of my eyes...\" \"I once warned her of the coming of the dark tide, and it is from this that your destiny arises.\" \"Please do not be afraid, and do not flee, do not let your Khvarena dim, and do not disgrace your mother.\" \"Just as it is my fate to sacrifice myself for mortals, so too is sacrifice the beautiful prelude to new life...\" \"Go now, into your verdant mother's embrace. You shall find your destiny in her realm.\" \"My Khvarena, my pure daughter...\" \"You shall change utterly. You shall face the trial of division and death.\" \"And after that, you shall become immortal — and yet that shall be a harder road still...\" \"The lord of sweet dew and the lord of grass and trees shall precede you in losing their divine forms...\" \"They shall be forgotten, and only the memory of your sacrifice will be remembered.\" \"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers...\" \"If you are resolved to not retreat out of fear...\" \"Then throw yourself into the embrace of your new mistress.\" \n\n- Ancient Abscission: An ancient timepiece upon which the light of Khvarena gleams. It is filled with a pure liquid that appears alive.\nArtifact's Story: In a time no one remembers, the night before the sandstorm of tragedy swept through paradise... The flowers and the trees once spoke of the mortal realms, their hopes, and their desolate future. The ones who must not be approached brought about the gray death, and the dark tide ravaged the raw river banks, Only for the newborn plants and beasts to unite with mortals and push the rolling sinister waves back. In the lonesome years after she had broken off ties with the lord of the red sands, the queen of grass and trees forged Khvarena into a divine bird, Charging her with the protection of two worlds, with the guardianship of the border between new birth and death. The divine bird lived amongst the pines, the cypresses and the snow-lotuses, and slumbered in dreams that recalled a time when the covenant still endured... It was only when disaster came that she awakened, and went to her inevitable doom. Later, just as that person had prophesied sadly, the deathly, silent gloom would permeate the rainforest... Just as that covenant fellow had warned, the tides of dark beasts swarmed forth and swept through the newly-birthed forests... The former leader of the realm of water was slain amidst the upheaval, and her body was transformed into a sea of pure dew, the Amrita, And yet even that pure sea would dry up in a desolate land destroyed by the Abyss. Yet the mistress of grass and trees had no time to mourn, for the mother-tree of numberless seeds needed to be nurtured... To cleanse the dark impurities and ensure the purity of the Amrita, Simurgh would shatter its divine form— \"All beautiful things born from the Khvarena of flowers must face their fate — to wither and fall into the mud,\" \"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.'\"\n\n- Feast of Boundless Joy: An opulent wine goblet that was once filled with nectar and honeydew, but is empty today.\nArtifact's Story: \"I shall give you a shard of Khvarena, my friend. Keep her close, and keep her safe.\" \"She comes from the wisdom of the flowers and the veins of the skies, and in her is the pure essence of life.\" \"Khvarena is a point in the flower's heart, a single drop of light in a sea of sweet dew.\" \"Please treasure my gift, until the day when the dark abyss rises to drown all life...\" The leaves and flowers passed the distant fable between them, and it was remembered by the fruits and seeds. When the mistress of flowers had withered into dust, when the master of the desert had been led astray by a false dream, When the tyrants had been buried beneath the ever-shifting dunes and their ambitions were extinguished, When all that had come from the soil was returned to the golden sands, and that which had come from the flowing wind was given over to the rainforest... The queen of the grass and trees watched the world change quietly, remembering her earnest covenant with those who had fallen. \"Please protect this Khvarena for me, my companion, my friend whom I love.\" \"When we are gone, the mortals shall wander, lost, like infants newly taken from their swaddling,\" \"Fragile, yet sufficiently strong to conquer the wild winds, the searing flames, and their own imperfections.\" \"But that which I fear is not the disasters I can predict, but rather the chaotic darkness...\" \"Only the evil of this darkness and the threat of 'death' can crush the buds.\" When the gilded sand had devoured the paradise of the past, the queen of trees and grass arose to fulfill that ancient agreement. Heeding the will of the Khvarena, she created for her a beauteous form, fashioning for her a life that was lovely beyond compare— That was Simurgh, the divine bird, in whose form could be seen the vivid hues of countless birds, and in whose song was the song of numerous flowers... The final dream of the oasis was gathered into one body, and transformed into the pure, bright, endless sea of flowers hidden within the divine bird's body.\n\n- Heart of Khvarena's Brilliance: Intricate and vibrant earrings upon which the luster of a hundred flowers seems to flow.\nArtifact's Story: After the mistress of the orchard passed, the queen of grass and trees cut ties with the sea of sand. Forsaking mad love and majesty, she chose to return to the rainforest and take up the path of defending life... Thus did new life emerge from the forest, thus did the sages make a stir, and thus was a home fashioned. Wild fantasy leads to inexorable death, and the metaphor of death cautions mortals. The Khvarena of the flowers were born of the most exuberant of banquets and the purest of delights, And within them was not to be found the tartness of asceticism, or the rank stench of authority. Her final fate was inescapable death, to wither and dry up... Only the Lord of Wisdom could learn from such, so as to properly safeguard and use it. \"But do not forget my great mistress's prophecy, for it was she who sent me unto you.\" \"Folly shall yet not kill mortals, but the wild tide of darkness from beyond this world will sweep all away still.\" \"I am the final remnant of my mistress. I am the floral essence that cleanses all.\" \"Should I join with the purest water, I shall burst, even as the pomegranates do, into countless rays of light.\" And thus was the divine bird Simurgh born from the Khvarena of the flowers, Staying by her master's side for a time before flying to the flowery sea...\n\n- Vibrant Pinion: An exquisite feather-shaped decoration on which the vivid hues of verdant leaves and fragrant flowers shimmer.\nArtifact's Story: \"My dear friend, you who were so wise, yet passed early...\" \"Amidst glorious legends lurks the gloom of oblivion,\" \"Just as life walks with death, and forgetting is the lover of remembrance.\" \"If the darkness of death did not threaten it, no life would have any importance.\" \"If the waves of forgetfulness did not surge against them, there would be no histories worth recording.\" In the age long past, the queen of grass and trees once did as her friend had entrusted, Granting the Khvarena of flowers to the divine bird's form, giving her charge over the defense over a part of the rainforest. And just as the fate of the fresh flower is to wither, Simurgh's fate was sacrifice. The nurturer of all things verdant had known this since the night she slept beside the lord of flowers... \"And so the verdant divine bird blossomed into countless Khvarena flowers, scattering across the land like hoopoes...\" \"The Khvarena fell upon the pure remains of the Amrita's mistress, and thus was a glimmering sea of flowers born.\" \"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they carry the wishes of grass, tree, and dew, cleansing all filth.\" \"Many spirits dwell in the sea, and they sing of the three mothers — of verdure, of sweet dew, and fresh flowers.\" One night, the daughter must leave the embrace of the three mothers, And sacrifice herself, for the impurity of the world grows great..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Wanderer's Troupe?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wanderer's Troupe is a artifact set in the Genshin Impact universe. There are 5 artifacts in total.\n\n- Troupe's Dawnlight: A small flower-shaped insignia. If you listen carefully, you can almost hear a flute playing and voices singing.\nArtifact's Story: A small flower-shaped insignia. There seems to be music coming from it.Among the members of the troupe was a charismatic swordswoman.Beautiful as the light on water, elegant as the chirping lark.Her every slash hummed a tune of the wind.The end of each song and dance was like the sun after the rain.Dust has since settled, and both the stage and life itself feel emptier for the absence of her music.Both her music and her sword were as lethal as they were beautiful.This was in keeping with the troupe's performances, which were intended for two very different audiences.For the audience of foes, the music drifted far beyond the stage.\n\n- Concert's Final Hour: An hourglass used to keep time during a band performance. It once made a crisp sound, but their performance has since ended.\nArtifact's Story: A beautiful top hat untouched by time.Listening closely, one can almost hear an ancient tune echoing inside the hat.Thousands of years ago, a troupe wandered through the lands.The troupe owned not a single shred of sheet music. What they saw was what they sung, and what they heard was what they played.As time passed, the troupe gradually realized the vastness of the world.\"There are so many things in the world for us to sing of.\"The members then turned the notes into words and recorded their journey in a book.This book, The Widsith as they called it, was still held tightly in the conductor's hands even after his death.\n\n- Wanderer's String-Kettle: An ancient, strangely-shaped canteen. The interior is fitted with harp strings, which play a wondrous tune as the water flows out.\nArtifact's Story: A strangely-shaped kettle that plays a wondrous tune as the water flows out.There was always music in the life of a Troupe member, even when drinking water.An ancient tale tells of a wandering troupe that roamed the land.For flutes they had swords, and for harps they had bows. They performed not only for friends, but also for foes.They traveled through the desert and set foot in the blazing Mare Jivari.The tune of the harp echoing in the kettle was a reminder for them.\"Along with the boundless tunes we walk.\"\"Wherever there is music, there is us.\"\n\n- Conductor's Top Hat: A top hat that has managed to retain its radiance despite braving the elements for time untold. An ancient tune still resonates within.\nArtifact's Story: An azure arrow fletching that has survived the test of time.The fletching seems to produce a tune as the arrow flies through air.The harpist of the troupe was also a skilled archer.Legend has it that he could lure the birds in the sky with his harp and then shoot them down with his arrows.It is said that he never looked at the sky while he was playing the harp to lure the birds.Some believed the reason was his harpist's arrogance, while his companion said it was his hunter's mercy.The ill-fated birds became the fletching of the harpist's arrows,and the sound of the harp became the birds' elegy.\n\n- Bard's Arrow Feather: 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.\nArtifact's Story: The troupe's hourglass, which is also a harp.The tune becomes deeper with the passage of time.When the performance was coming to an end, the troupe would play this harp.As time passed, the tune of the harp became deeper.The sound of the harp dying down marked the end of the show.Everything has an end, and the troupe was no exception.One by one, each member of the troupe met their fate and their instruments were buried deep in the dust.As the harp fell silent, the final sound heard from the musical troupe was the faint trickle of sand as it slid down the hourglass one final time." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about '\"Mushounin\" Script' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'\"Mushounin\" Script' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A new film script that Xavier finished overnight, much thicker than his last one. The willpower one can harness to achieve a goal is truly amazing. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nAct I:\nCast: Kurotani Seishimaru (Traveler), Wakayama Keisuke (Sasano), Yano Machiko (Koharu) Inside a restaurant that Seishimaru and Keisuke frequent. Wakayama Keisuke: It's been a while, Seishimaru. Wakayama Keisuke: I've heard that you're in charge of the Kurotani Clan's affairs now. Wakayama Keisuke: Looks like the dust has settled since that incident. Wakayama Keisuke: Lord and Lady Kurotani are gone... Wakayama Keisuke: But you're taking up the mantle as their eldest son/daughter to continue to serve the public. Wakayama Keisuke: I'm sure they would be pleased. Kurotani Seishimaru: Can the dust settle before vengeance is had? Wakayama Keisuke: You? You want to take revenge? Wakayama Keisuke: We're not children anymore, how can you still be just as impulsive as you were back then? Wakayama Keisuke: *sigh* With Lord Kurotani's abilities, the investigation never should have gone as wrong as it did. Wakayama Keisuke: But he said himself that he was willing to accept the blame and punishment. Wakayama Keisuke: The punishment from the great lords was indeed harsh... Wakayama Keisuke: But Lord Kurotani asked for it himself. I fear that there is still much left unsaid here. Wakayama Keisuke: Kurotani and Wakayama are both reputable clans. Wakayama Keisuke: You now carry the clan name. You're a samurai in service of the public, not some wandering Nobushi ronin. Wakayama Keisuke: So no matter how angry you are, you must be patient right now. You musn't seek revenge. Kurotani Seishimaru: What's suspicious is some of the great lords' men! Kurotani Seishimaru: They've been mighty pleased with themselves since my father's death. Wakayama Keisuke: That's your anger clouding your judgment. They didn't necessarily have anything to do with it. Calm down! Seishimaru looks out the door. Kurotani Seishimaru: Whoever's eavesdropping outside, come on in. Wakayama Keisuke: Who are you? Who sent you to listen in on our conversation? Machiko shows herself. Yano Machiko: M—My apologies, good samurai, I—I'm just a tea seller, and my name is Machiko. Yano Machiko: It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop. Yano Machiko: Seishimaru saved my life yesterday, and he/she didn't ask for rice or money. Yano Machiko: I just wanted to repay him/her and then go back to selling my tea. I didn't mean any offense, honest! Keisuke looks at Seishimaru. Seishimaru nods. Wakayama Keisuke: You... Forget it, it's to be expected that a mere tea vendor wouldn't know proper etiquette. Wakayama Keisuke: Still, remember to address him/her as \"Master Kurotani\" from now on. Wakayama Keisuke: You know what? This is quite opportune. The Kurotani Clan needs people, after all. Wakayama Keisuke: Why don't you stop selling tea and go with Master Kurotani? Yano Machiko: I don't wish to call him/her Master Kurotani. Seishimaru has a better ring to it. Yano Machiko: And well, if I can get my fill of food, then sure! I'll follow Seishimaru. Wakayama Keisuke: ...Do whatever you like. Seishimaru, Lord Kurotani is gone... Wakayama Keisuke: You're in charge of things now. Don't do anything foolish. Wakayama Keisuke: If you let your temper get the better of you... *sigh* Anyway, what's important is that your family name continues. Kurotani Seishimaru: It wasn't your adoptive parents who died. Wakayama Keisuke: ...Seriously? Has anything I've said made it through that thick skull of yours? Wakayama Keisuke: Let me ask you this. Will you really raise your blade against the great lords' men without a care for your clan!? Wakayama Keisuke: Do you really wish to bring shame to your lord and disaster upon your family? Seishimaru remains silent. Wakayama Keisuke: Oh, great. This is just great! So no one shall have peace until your rage dissipates, yes? Wakayama Keisuke: Well, since all my efforts to persuade you otherwise have been ineffective, then let me give you the truth straight out. Wakayama Keisuke: Now, I've been the head of the Wakayama Clan since my father passed away. Wakayama Keisuke: He served as Lord Kurotani's executioner. Wakayama Keisuke: I know very well that he wronged your family and did great hurt to its name. Wakayama Keisuke: And the execution was a matter of business, yes. But you're still my friend, and I still want to look after your family if at all possible... Wakayama Keisuke: So, if you still want revenge, I fear I must say that my father is already dead. Wakayama Keisuke: Come on then, punish me for his sins instead. I dare you. Wakayama Keisuke: What? Are you hesitating because we are friends? Wakayama Keisuke: Is that the extent of your resolve? Really? You can't even cut ties with me! Kurotani Seishimaru: I was adopted anyway. The family name means nothing to me. Kurotani Seishimaru: Besides, is the good standing of the \"Kurotani\" name really more important than my parents' lives? Kurotani Seishimaru: Well, I'll show you my resolve. Draw your weapon! Kurotani Seishimaru: Put it and that Temari over there on the table. Seishimaru closes his/her eyes. Kurotani Seishimaru: I'll close my eyes until you've placed them. Then, I'll extend a finger. Kurotani Seishimaru: If I point at your sword, then we must face each other in battle. If I point at the Temari, then we will sever all the bonds that lie between us. Kurotani Seishimaru: Let us leave this to fate. Wakayama Keisuke: Hmph, so be it. We're all set. The sword is on Seishimaru's left and the Temari is on his/her right. Eyes closed, Seishimaru points to the left and then opens his/her eyes. Kurotani Seishimaru: It looks like our destiny has been decided. My life shall be devoted to vengeance. There shall be no rest till one of us is dead. Wakayama Keisuke: Since you've made up your mind, then I must man up as well. Wakayama Keisuke: I'll carry everything I said before through to the end. I'll be waiting for you. Wakayama Keisuke leaves.\n\nAct II:\nCast: Kurotani Seishimaru (Traveler), Yano Machiko (Koharu), several Nobushi (extras) Outside, in the overgrown wilderness. A fight erupts between Seishimaru and the Nobushi, with the former ultimately emerging victorious. Yamada Hifumi: I told you to get your coin pouch out, but you wouldn't listen! Come, my brothers, get him! Tanaka: Hehe, you asked for this. Yamamoto: This one's kinda... tough, boss! I... I can't beat him. Yano Machiko: Master Seishimaru, Master Seishimaru! I was just out buying onigiri, and you're already in another fight? Yano Machiko: If you need something, just give the order and I'll do it. There's no need for sword fights. Yamada Hifumi: Have mercy, good samurai! We don't want your money anymore, please forgive us! Yano Machiko: Please, enough. You'd even save someone like me, who was caught stealing rice... Yano Machiko: You're not the sort of person who would so casually take a life.\n\nAct III, Scene I:\nCast: Kurotani Seishimaru (Traveler), Yano Machiko (Koharu), Wakayama Kojuurou (Sasano) Outside, in the overgrown wilderness. Yano Machiko: Master Seishimaru, I've found you someone from the Wakayama Clan. Yano Machiko: But Master Keisuke is already... gone. Please, let this all go. Wakayama Kojuurou: Hmph. So, Kurotani, you must have come for revenge on my brother. Wakayama Kojuurou: Now listen here. Keisuke worked himself to the bone day and night to settle the clan's affairs the entire year... Wakayama Kojuurou: And it was all because of your stupid agreement. Kurotani Seishimaru: So he's gone. Wakayama Kojuurou: You're a coward for placing sole blame on your father's executioner! Wakayama Kojuurou: And you won't get your revenge now, no matter how much you want it. Wakayama Kojuurou: You know why? That's because our father's already gone. Wakayama Kojuurou: Kurotani, you didn't have what it took to avenge your adoptive parents, and you wound up hurting Keisuke as well. Wakayama Kojuurou: You don't deserve to be called a samurai. Wakayama Kojuurou: Keisuke once said that executioners must be prepared to suffer retaliation. Wakayama Kojuurou: If you can't even stomach that, then you can forget about charging into battle and taking the lives of others. Wakayama Kojuurou: Since Keisuke isn't here anymore, then I, his younger brother Wakayama Kojuurou, am willing to take his place. Kurotani Seishimaru: I'm sorry, I... Wakayama Kojuurou: It's too late for you to flee now. My brother died because of you, and I'll never forgive you or let you go! Kojuurou raises his spear, and Seishimaru has no choice but to fight him.\n\nScene II:\nKojuurou fights Seishimaru as hard as he can, but Seishimaru wins easily. Wakayama Kojuurou: This is for Keisuke! Yano Machiko: You're unbelievable. Why are you fighting again? You're both sensible adults, so why are you behaving like children?\n\nScene III:\nKojuurou is defeated and exhausted. Wakayama Kojuurou: As long as you don't kill me, I'll devote my life to seeking revenge, and I won't rest until one of us is dead. Kurotani Seishimaru: I said the same thing once before. Yano Machiko: Well, it's fortunate that no one died. Just give it a rest, both of you! Yano Machiko: Look at this fuss you're both making... Yano Machiko: Clan this, revenge that — what about these vague notions is worth all this trouble anyway? Yano Machiko: Look. I just sell tea. As long as I can eat my fill, I'm happy. I couldn't care less what my last name is! Yano Machiko: I don't have much of a way with words... Yano Machiko: But rain falls into the lake, the lake water evaporates, and rain falls from the sky again. Yano Machiko: Even if that rain water freezes, it will become sweet tea if you heat it over a stove. Yano Machiko: Who cares whether the tea you were served came from the sky, the lake, or the pot? Yano Machiko: Um... This might sound like sophistry, I know. Yano Machiko: But I'm telling you both to stop this fighting now and so you can go home to eat. Kurotani Seishimaru: I really like you, Machiko. Yano Machiko: Huh? Why would you say that at a time like this? You're embarrassing me... Yano Machiko: Good grief... Well, I'll just assume you won't fight with Sir Wakayama anymore, then. Yano Machiko: Turn back, he can't move right now anyway. Kurotani Seishimaru: Since my life is like rain and my death is like tea, both are like water. There is no point clinging on to things like this. Yano Machiko: Yes, that's right, good! Kurotani Seishimaru: If rains from the heavens can save the earth from calamity, then surely I can too, right? Seishimaru jumps from the cliff. Yano Machiko: Master! Wakayama Kojuurou: Kurotani! Ending Image: A Temari by the cliff. The End." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about '\"The Art of Negotiation\"' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'\"The Art of Negotiation\"' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. \"A milestone in the science of success, this masterpiece written by a true genius is an absolute must-read!\" An exceptional book emphatically recommended by the editor of La Gouttiere, titans of the business world, and researchers at the Fontaine Research Institute! It will impart deep insights and understanding into the abyss of human nature, a truly incomparable contribution to the science and art of success! Here is some information about this readable:\n\n\"The Art of Negotiation\":\nPeople often say I've got a good head for business, that I'm good at spotting and taking advantage of opportunities. Personally, I don't think of it like that. I think we make our own opportunities. I started from nothing, with not a Mora to my name. I had nothing to rely on but myself, my ability to negotiate and persuade those better off to work with me. That's how I created my opportunities — through negotiation. And all my experiences have taught me that the ability to negotiate can solve almost any problem. That's what I've always counted on. So I hope you won't follow the path I describe, as that would only make the world more difficult for me to succeed in. ... \"Gain the Initiative\" I think the outcome of most negotiations can be determined from the outset. Everyone who knows me knows that. I used to be an itinerant desert trader, which is how I got my start. I had no money, no experience. But I learned something very important out there: \"Always speak loudly to make people think you are confident.\" The desert is hostile to outsiders. The locals there will only deal with those they trust. They are scared of outsiders, or rather maybe they're scared of being cheated. So why would they trade with me, some penniless kid with no background? But later I realized that their rejection of outsiders was only a symptom. So what was the underlying cause? It's because they can't be sure of the quality of products that come from outside. So obviously, you need to provide compelling proof of the quality of your goods to win their trust. Or make them think you have that compelling proof, at least. Now, how do you do make them think that? It's all in how confidently you talk, even if it's just bravado. As long as you act confident, people will assume you have a reason for that confidence, and they'll talk themselves into trusting you. So I hawked my goods loud and proud. I used my imposing manner to overpower them, beating them down until they started to wonder why I dared talk like that. Well, it had to be because I had plenty of buyers and I didn't care if they made a purchase or not, right? Which meant I had to have a good reputation for selling quality goods. That meant they couldn't go wrong buying them. And you all know what happened next. I made my first fortune. Looking back, I feel that negotiation is all about convincing the other party to agree with or accept whatever you're telling them. If you gain the initiative by showing your strength and overwhelm your opponent with an imposing manner, they'll be convinced. And that brings our goals within easy reach, doesn't it? ... \"Steer the Conversation\" I find steering conversation to be a very effective negotiation technique and a reliable way of getting out of a difficult situation. I once wanted to try to sell goods from Mondstadt in Liyue. But my customers didn't know anything about Mondstadt. They were just ordinary folk who'd never set foot outside Liyue in their lives. For them, buying goods from some unknown place was a huge risk, so sales were understandably poor. And as you can imagine, my investor was losing faith. Now that might sound like a thorny problem, but the solution was simple. I had to talk to my customers about what a great place Mondstadt is, making them curious about it, or even trusting. And that trust would transfer to my goods and convert into sales. And what about my investor? That was even easier. He lacked faith, so I gave him some. I convinced him sales would be good. And of course, it doesn't really matter if sales really are good or not. Once you identify the root cause of a problem, the solution will become apparent. But I couldn't be too obvious about it. I carried out a market research survey, with a Mora reward for anyone who filled in a questionnaire. Everyone was clamoring to fill one in once they heard the sound of Mora. Now, you might be wondering what this has got to do with negotiation. I can answer that: The most powerful weapon in a negotiation is the truth, and the truth can be manipulated. The questionnaire looked like market research, but it was actually guiding everyone toward the conclusion I wanted them to reach. So here's what happened. I planted some leading questions in the survey. For example, I felt Mondstadt is known for its freedom, while Liyue's citizens largely desire leisurely and happy lives. Thus, the conclusion I wanted people to reach was that those two things are mutually complementary. So I asked questions like this: Do you like a relaxed and leisurely life? Do you like an atmosphere of freedom? Do fine wines help you enjoy life? And so on. Most people would answer such questions in the affirmative. Next, we used the survey to ask if they like free and happy cities, such as the city of Mondstadt. And naturally, most people answered yes. With that, we created the impression that everyone in Mondstadt is happy. That gave me an image to leverage in my sales. I wasn't selling goods now, I was selling a lifestyle, a lifestyle of happiness — and obviously, you can imagine how successful I was. Of course, you will always run into contrary types who insist on singing a different tune. Those responses can influence the data from the survey and cause undue concern to the people who see those numbers — my investor, for example. I had to eliminate that, or at least reduce it. And I did so in a rather crude way. I hinted to the participants that the Mora reward would be dependent on their answers. Money is enough of a temptation to convince most of the contrary types to compromise. That meant I had cleaner data, which I could use to bolster my investor's faith. And that meant it was time for the next part of my plan. ... \"The Universal Formula\" People often ask me if there are any unbeatable negotiation techniques that can be used in any situation. I tell them there is one. It is to begin your answers like this: \"I agree with your views, but...\" I call this the \"universal formula\" for no other reason that that it analyzes and uses human nature. It lays bare our weaknesses. Why? Because we crave approval. Nobody can do without it, myself included. I used to be an itinerant trader, traveling all over. I met all kinds of people back then. The Eremites, Treasure Hoarders, and even the Abyss Order. All of them, even the Abyss Mages, known for their stubbornness and mischief-making, would reconsider their views and seek my approval after I used that line. I would even dare to say that if I could speak the language of Slimes or Hilichurls, they too would fall under the spell of that magic trick. So I would hate for everyone to know it, especially my competitors. ..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about '1000 Years of Loneliness' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'1000 Years of Loneliness' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. The beginning of the Springvale Hunter's tragic fantasy journey. Where did misfortune first befall him? What marks the start and finish of the 1000-year journey of loneliness? Let this first volume of 1000 Years of Loneliness be your guide through the fantastical fog that is the life of Gothson. Here is some information about this readable:\n\n1000 Years of Loneliness:\nMany years later, when Gothson's ankle would become trapped in the same unlucky beast trap he had laid, he must have recalled the afternoon when his father had taken him into the city to take part in Ludi Harpastum. Gothson's whole life was, without a doubt, unfortunate. But he could never quite recall when his misfortunes had begun. He spent his childhood in Springvale, under the protection of the spring fairy. Indeed, all the hunters lived peaceful and carefree lives. When Gothson was seven summers old, his father took him to Mondstadt to watch the circus at Ludi Harpastum. This was the first time Gothson had entered the city in his life. He was held spellbound by the aromas of sweets and roasted meats, the brilliant lights and colored paper, the clowns who trained wild boars, and the magicians and their tricks. In his dazzling childhood memories, Gothson dimly saw his father walking into the reveling crowds, passing through an archway marked with the words \"Pile 'Em Up Contest,\" and slowly moving further away from him. But his attention was drawn to the shining fairy of the spring. Perhaps he came to understand in his later years that the spirit at the festival was no more than an actor paid 20 Mora a day, but in his young mind, that sight was always one full of fantastical imagination. Gothson was lulled to sleep by the spring fairy's stories, and far abroad did he wander and adventure in his boundless dreams. In an adventurer's dream, he saw rainbow jam pour forth from the mouth of an ancient relief. Gothson was about to step up and partake of it, when his dream was shattered by the sounds of a fracas. \"Run!\" His father's panicked, pudgy face, smeared all over with fruit juice and meat sauce, dominated his vision. Over his shoulder, Gothson could see a towering stack of roasted meat under a glowing red light, tottering and trembling as it bent his way amid the horrified cries of the crowd. In his flight, Gothson's father knocked a fat lady over, and threw his own hip. At once he fell, his full weight collapsing upon his son. Then, the leaning tower of roasted meat collapsed to echoing screams... The Knights of Favonius took three days to finally clear up the roast meat, vegetables, food items, and other odds and ends that had been scattered all around the square — not to mention carry off those who had gotten a little too out of their gourds. From then on, they were forced to declare all future Ludi Harpastums would have to be held outside the city. Thus did Gothson's house lose two hunters and gain two sick people in the space of one night. What did they get for it? A gold-plated champion's medal — two days late, to boot." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'A Drunkard's Tale' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'A Drunkard's Tale' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nOne of many popular tales told of Mondstadt's drinkers. This one is the story of a drunkard who stumbled into wolven territory and the lone, starving wolf he encountered there. In the land where the dandelion wine flows like a river, tall tales have a way of spreading far and wide, following closely in the wake of the whiff of wine. Far-fetched fables are always sure to spread when boasted between burps by inebriated bar patrons. For these stories share something in common with the slurred speech and sea-sickness-inducing swaying that so often accompanies them, which is that despite being clumsy and awkward, they are also highly entertaining. Legend has it that there was once a famous drunkard in Mondstadt. It was said that he could hold his alcohol as well as any hunter from Springvale in the off season. And yet, still he would drink till he was drunk. Every time that he drank, he would not budge so much as an inch back from the bar at the tavern until not a single Mora was left in his coin pouch, and not a single drop of wine remained in his glass. One night, this drunkard was doing his best to stumble home after a particularly satisfying session of especially heavy drinking. A combination of his spinning head, blurred vision, and zigzagging stride served to navigate him towards a forest populated by wolves. Today, of course, Wolvendom is presided over by the Great Wolf King of the North, and the ominous atmosphere that emanates from inside the forest is sufficient to deter most sober-headed visitors from approaching the area. According to the elderly hunters, the Wolf King gathered the spirits of the wolves there to prevent outsiders from trespassing into territory where they are not welcome. But this was an age long before the Wolf King and the north wind had descended upon that forest, bringing order and peace to the wolven race. At that time, the forest was a perilous place where wild wolves fought for survival. A fierce blood feud between wolves played out deep inside the dense foliage, concealed from view and unbeknownst to any human. Least of all to the drunkard, who had by this point managed to transport his drunken self quite some distance inside the forest. He stumbled forward in the darkness with that dogged determination that only drunkards possess, deterred neither by the tree roots that would trip him up every few steps, nor by the stray branches that would slyly slap him in the face from time to time. Before long, a pair of green eyes began darting through the forest, their gaze fixed on him, tracking his every move. Those eyes belonged to a lone wolf, who silently pursued the drunkard from behind, all the while musing to itself: \"This is the most peculiar sight I have ever seen in all my life.\" No one had dared set foot in the wolves' forest in hundreds of years, be they a knight clad top to toe in shining steel armor or a desperate fugitive dressed in rags. Even the callous nobles refused to exile their slaves there, for fear of inciting the wrath of the wild wolves and bringing unwanted trouble to their own territory. \"And yet, this odd fellow dares to stroll in here all by himself. How very strange indeed!\" The lone wolf pondered this strange phenomenon as it followed the drunken intruder through the forest, doing its best to ignore the stench of alcohol that was wafting its way.\n\nVol. 2:\nOne of many Mondstadt tales told of popular drinkers. This story is the one of the time a lone, starving wolf met a drunken Mondstadt man. It is a well-known fact that wolves have a far keener sense of smell than humans. Another way of putting this is that their noses are much more sensitive. Little wonder, then, that the stench of alcohol emanating from the wolf's now historically intoxicated prey was quite stifling, and caused tears to well up in its eyes. \"Awoo...\" the wolf thought to itself. Having been born in the wilderness and grown up in the forest, the wolf had never had any contact with human civilization before this night, and though it had once caught the faint scent of wine wafting across Cider Lake, it did not know the scent's origin, less still understand the significance of that substance to humankind. \"Perhaps this peculiar fellow is a relative of the skunk, for it seems that he discovered my presence quite some time ago, and now means to poison me in an effort to secure his escape!\" The wolf pondered this possibility as it braced itself against the onslaught of alcoholic fumes, picked up its pace, and discreetly maneuvered its way into the drunkard's shadow — the perfect vantage point from which to inspect its prey. The wolf is a creature of caution and calculation. The drunkard, meanwhile, is a different sort of creature entirely. And yet, though wine tends to dizzy the mind and dull the senses, it sometimes affords its consumers the curious capacity to detect the subtlest of changes in the direction of the wind. Perhaps this could explain how a bumbling drunkard, fumbling through the forest, was suddenly able to discover the presence of a wolf that had been stealthily following him the entire time. Or perhaps the alcoholic fumes given off by the drunkard were sufficiently potent to diminish the wolf's mental acuity, to the point that the wolf became less mindful of the terrain beneath its paws, the resulting sound of snapping twigs thus alerting the prey to the predator's presence. \"Who's that? Don't s'pose you know which way the toilet is, by any chance...?\" The bumbling drunkard rubbed his bleary eyes. \"Foul-smelling human,\" snarled the wolf, \"Who are you, and whence proceeds your stench?\" The wolf flared its nostrils, bore its fangs, and growled. Not only was the drunkard unafraid when he heard the wolf's gruffly voiced threat, but he even became quite animated. \"My friend!\" the drunkard replied, \"Clearly I've offended you, somehow... sorry 'bout that... but anyway, Mondstadt tradition says you're not allowed to be drunk and bored at the same time... So! Here we are, out in the woods on this glorious moonlit night... How abouts I tell you a story?\" His proposal was promptly punctuated by an almighty belch. Before this point, the wolf had had no intention of listening to the belching buffoon's drunken ramblings. In fact, it was poised to deliver a fatal blow to its prey by lunging for the neck, sinking its fangs in, and tearing his throat clean out. But the drunkard's belch blasted a further bout of fumes in the wolf's direction, assailing its nostrils with such force that it ruined the wolf's appetite entirely. Grudgingly, the wolf agreed. \"Grr... Perhaps I'm not so hungry after all... Let's see what nonsense tale you have to tell.\" The drunkard stretched out his arms and let out a loud yawn, disturbing a few dandelions in the process. And with that, the drunkard began to tell his tale.\n\nVol. 3:\nOne of the popular, many tales told by the drinkers of Mondstadt. This drunkard is the one who told the lone wolf of an ancient story. Legend tells of a lone wolf that roamed a barren wasteland far, far away. Once, he had been king of his pack, leading them in the hunt, in battle, and in the search for a home... Now, the sole remaining legacy of those days were the scars that covered his body. He had led the way as they ran across open plains, navigated through abandoned ruins, and passed through the domains of monsters and the Seelie. The wasteland was a cruel place. The wolf-king grew older with each passing day, and the other wolves gradually dispersed. As time went by, the wolf pack's history faded into distant memory, until finally only the aged wolf-king remained, the sole survivor of its pack. This wasteland is said to be a land beyond the dominion of deities, inhabited only by the grotesque ghostly remains of fallen gods, where the former palaces of the Seelie now stand empty. So when the solitary old wolf passed by a gray palace and heard the sound of music coming from within, it caught its attention. \"Never before have I heard a sound so pleasing to the ears, whether it be a song of bird or insect, that it stays the pangs of hunger in my starved stomach as this tune does.\" Intrigued, the wolf stepped inside the gray hall, trod across the overgrown weeds, and passed by a broken sarcophagus, on which a portrait of the deceased ruler was still clearly visible. Finally, he came to an inner room, where he saw a fair maiden strumming at her instrument. Her skin was ashen white and her head was bowed down, her slender fingers gently stroking the fragile strings of the lute as she played a long-forgotten and mournful melody. The wolf sat down in front of the pale young maiden and forgot all about the pain of hunger, thirst, and loneliness for a short while, as it listened in silence to her song. \"The chirping of insects on a long-gone autumn night is the chorus of exiles, singing mankind's most ancient song as they live out their plight...\" \"Stripped of all that the body once held close and the soul once held dear, songs and memories are all that now remain of yesteryear.\" \"The last singers, the first Seelie, they played their final tune in the hall of angels.\" The tiny Seelie playing in the forest were also drawn to the young maiden's tune, and flocked to her to pay their respects. \"What is this song that you play?\" The wolf asked, puzzled, for it understood every line, every word, every syllable she spoke — and yet, hers was a language that it had never heard before, quite unlike that of any other living being. \"A song of the Seelie,\" Replied the pale young maiden in a soft voice. \"Long, long ago, we wrote this song for the human savages. Yet now, we sing it to mourn our own fate.\" The wolf began to sing along, albeit clumsily, to the maiden's tune. The wolf's voice was husky and broken, filled with a lifetime of sorrow. \"What are you singing?\" The maiden asked of the wolf. \"This is our song,\" Responded the wolf. \"It sounds ghastly.\" The maiden made no attempt to soften her criticism as she continued to caress the lute strings. \"But, you are welcome to sing along with me all the same.\" And so, a shared chorus sung by fair young maiden and weary old wolf filled the chambers of the long-abandoned palace. It is said that to this day, adventurers who pass by this place still hear a strange yet harmonious melody sounding from within. \"And then? ...The story ends here?\" The wolf licked its lips, somewhat ruefully, and then said: \"I suppose I shall tell you a story now.\" And with that, the wolf cleared its throat and began to tell its tale.\n\nVol. 4:\nOne of many drinking tales popularly told in Mondstadt. This wolf told a tale of wine and wolf to a drunken man of Mondstadt. Legend has it that the first wine of Mondstadt was brewed in the age when the north wind howled. In the age when the Kings of Ice and Frost fought for dominion, Mondstadt's forbears brewed rudimentary wine from wild fruits, even as they shivered in the biting cold. They did so to ease the pain of their frostbitten fingers and to give them the courage to face the harsh and unforgiving ice. For at that time, the land of Mondstadt was engulfed by ice and snow, and the dandelions had not yet reared their heads. It is said that the first person in Mondstadt to discover the craft of wine brewing was a grossly negligent guard. In a tribe beset by blizzards on all sides, it was the unenviable job of the hardy hunter-gatherers to stock the storage pits with food, and it was the guard's task to guard against intruders. The sight of a human intruder was a rare one indeed in that harsh environment — but there were other creatures who could better withstand the cold, and they would burrow underground to reach the food stocks. The rules of the tribe were that one person should inspect the storage pits at all times, filling in any mouse holes discovered — or better still, catching them red-handed in the act of pilfering — to keep the tribe's food supplies at plentiful levels. At that time, the damp, dark caves needed constant care and attention to prevent the food they held from going bad and rotting. On top of this, the mischievous little creatures that hid away out of sight would sometimes play pranks on the guards. One day, a wily wind spirit noticed that the grossly negligent guard was once again being grossly negligent. So, the spirit took the form of a fox and crept into a pile of wild apples. There, it caused yeast to grow, ripening the apples and causing them to ferment. The grossly negligent guard was ravenous when he returned, and elected to partake of one of the apples. The mellow taste of fermented fruit delighted both his body and his mind. Immediately, he took animal hide and squeezed the juice from the apples, creating wine. The grossly negligent guard who first invented brewing in the age of ice and snow also became Mondstadt's first drunkard. It is said that he was the first person ever to fall into a drunken dream. In his first drunken dream, he drunkenly entered the dreams of a lone wolf. Somewhere in the long-lost past or possibly the far-flung future, he fought fang and claw with rival wolf packs, battled with humans for food in the midst of a raging snowstorm, and met the first Seelie. The tribe-dwelling human and the pack-dwelling wolf could not bear to live in solitude. This newly brewed wine served to bring man and wolf together in their dreams. But their attitudes towards these dreams were poles apart. The human who knew only the wind and snow yearned for the wasteland where the lone wolf runs freely, but the lone wolf was fearful of the human's desire. It could not understand why this human was captivated by dangerous illusions and sought hope from within them. What concerned the wolf even more was that when in a drunken human dream, it could no longer distinguish whether it was a wolf or a human with a wolven spirit. So the wolf swore an oath never to touch the humans' poison again, to resist the allure of wine. Wolves are not the children of the wind, and the land of wine and song is not their home. So the wolves left the humans' domain and settled far off in the wilderness and deep in the mountain forests, places where the scent of wine could not reach them. \"What you humans call wine, we wolves call the abyss,\" The wolf haughtily concluded. But as the wolf turned towards the drunkard to say this line, it discovered that the drunkard was now lying fast asleep on a bed of pine branches. The wolf was most displeased, and violently expelled a puff of air from its nostrils before leaving the still-pungent pile of sleeping human to his business, and going on its way." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'A Legend of Sword' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'A Legend of Sword' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nAmid a sea of stars that spin in reverse, light-centuries of war unfold down on the planet's surface... With this grandiose opening comes an all-new tale of gallantry! \"Even if Emperor Sher's ambitions are realized, how will anybody benefit from it?\" Secretary of Defense Faranges stared out of the window into space as the galaxies and stars shone gently upon her face, their pale white glow flowing softly and slowly down each strand of her hair. She couldn't help but think back to the first time she looked out at this ocean of stars through this very window. But she no longer remembered the sense of awe she felt back then. Even her homeland, now hundreds of light-years away, had long since become faded and distorted in her memories whenever they surfaced in her dreams. \"Forgive me for speaking out of place, Your Highness, but this war has been dragging on for far too long. We've battled through countless constellations, wiped out tens of millions of lives in all sorts of devious ways, and made ourselves viceroys and envoys of every obscure constellation we came across, all in an effort to make Emperor Sher's dreams a reality. But what has His grand vision brought us? One misfortune after another, and an ever-growing number of enemies. They're in every corner of the galaxy now... it's just a matter of time before they swallow us up!\" \"My brother's vision is for an empire that will rule for all eternity, one where there is no fear, and where people do not lack for anything. The fate of the many will no longer be dictated by the few, no one will enjoy a higher status than anybody else, and even incompetence will no longer be seen as a crime. And so... it is inevitable that those who cannot comprehend this grand vision are doomed to be swept aside. This is their fate.\" Princess Gopatha shook her head and spoke with a gentle yet cold tone. It seemed as if the Intergalactic Anti-Guerrilla War had robbed her of more than just one of her eyes and one of her arms, because when Faranges looked at her, she did not see the joyful young woman she once knew. \"I trust in brother's decision — he would not act out of mere self-interest. So please, even though it is you, don't say such things again in the future. Don't speak words that sow doubt.\"\n\nVol. 2:\nAmid a sea of stars that spin in reverse, no battle is legendary enough to be any more than a ripple in the silence for those who dwell upon the shore... But for the warriors in the thick of it, the war is all there is. Surely, even an armada consisting entirely of Yazata-class warships would have a tough job making a dent in a defense as watertight as this one. Admiral Geldafried's overconfidence in the greatest technological marvel of the empire meant that she was completely unaware that the rebels were, at that very moment, closing in on the fatal weakness of their base. The mighty Star Fortress, Anusharwan — designed personally by Princess Gopatha, and named by Emperor Sher — was now nothing more than a fragile egg before the rebel fleet, and mother hen was away from the nest. Bastinu deftly navigated the Lachsz Clipper through the intricate and winding ventilation system, weaving between jets of poisonous gas and elemental clouds shooting out from holes in the walls, while trying to shake the automatic mechanical sentries on his tail. His eyes and ears filled with blood and the scene before him merged into a continuous blur of color and light as the clipper shot ahead at a breathtaking speed. \"Now's my chance.\" So thought Bastinu to himself as the propulsion system's energy core came gradually into view. \"It's time.\" So thought Admiral Geldafried to herself as she gazed at the flashing sphere of light in the planet's orbit. Then, she gave the order to launch an indiscriminate assault on the planet. Then, Bastinu launched a fatal attack on the fortress core. \"Oh, what I would give to see the look on Princess Gopatha's face right now...\" So thought both to themselves, separately but identically, in that brief moment.\n\nVol. 3:\nAmid a sea of stars that spin in reverse lies a small chain of shattered isles, each of which has its own history, featuring tales heroic and trivial alike. This heroic tale is set in the time of the Suruga Shogunate. Ten years earlier... 25 light years away... With the nation under the rule of the Suruga Shogunate, cries of anguish filled the streets as the people suffered bitterly. At that time, the Suruga Shogunate was led by the Seii Tai-Shogun, Imagawa Ujizane. Four years prior, after finally beheading Demon King Danjouchuu, the Tai-Shogun's own reign of terror began. It was in this time and place that our free and unrestrained swordmaster wandered the land. His name was Bitchuu Kyuubei, and he was known to the people as Shinkurou, the vigilante. Bitchuu Kyuubei was not a ronin as such. It is said that he was once the most trusted strategist for His Excellency the Tai-Shogun, until one day he was framed by a rival. Given the Shogun's paranoid nature, this left him with no choice but to flee the Shogunate and escape into the wilderness. Today, Shinkurou was standing on a mountainside gazing into the distance. But what was the object of his gaze? Was it the vast expanse of open fields? No. Was it the mountain range in the distance? No. Was it the road stretching out ahead of him? Yes! Although, that's not the full story. So. What was the object of Shinkurou's gaze, exactly...? The farmers who had paid the swordsman in rice for his services cowered in fear, too afraid to ask. It seems that only the silent swordsman himself knew the answer to this question.\n\nVol. 4:\nThere is a saying in Inazuma: \"What are bandits but the children of war?\" In times of tumult, even the harvest is a battlefield... See how this unfolds in the latest volume of \"A Legend of Sword\"! \"The fall is here. The season of harvest is almost upon us.\" The one speaking was Saitou Onisa. Ninjas are dangerous individuals, experts in self-preservation and in avoiding danger. In times of war and upheaval, they work as mercenaries for the Daimyo. They are born in war, and they draw their strength from the powerful masters they work for. Such is the path of the ninja. But it is also the path of the ninja to become displaced and disillusioned at the end of a war, or to meet their ruin as soon as they lose their powerful backing. So when the Imagawa Tai-Shogun finally united the country, the ninjas became like hunting dogs that had outlived their purpose. Most were either executed or drafted into the shogun's army, but some got away, disappeared into the wilderness, and turned to a life of banditry. That is precisely Saitou Onisa's story. \"There's no rush. Let's wait for the villagers to finish harvesting the grain for us.\" The person speaking this time was called Yonemata Tasuke. Bandits are either samurai who have grown weary of the warrior's way or farmers fighting to stay alive. They, too, are born in war. They draw their strength from cunning, and this emboldens them to run amok across the land. But when the war ends and peace is restored, the source of their power evaporates. Like mayflies, they disappear as quickly as they came. Yonemata Tasuke was born into an ordinary farming family, only turning to banditry in his forties. Yet, despite his age, he took to it with great aplomb, and quickly established himself as a ringleader. The most terrible of all bandits are those who have themselves suffered terribly under an oppressive hand. \"Then, we burn everything. Leave no survivors.\" His was the voice of an age of upheaval.\n\nVol. 5:\nAmid a sea of stars that spin in reverse, in nondescript village in a remote corner of the shattered isles, a ronin who has fallen upon hard times forms an alliance with a group of farmers. A great battle with the bandits draws near... The terrain of Asada Village was shaped like a crescent moon. Shinkurou had noticed this the very first time he set foot in the marshland. If he could organize enough villagers to lie in ambush up on the mountain ridge, shielding themselves with the terrain and attacking downwards from the high ground, defeating the enemy would be easy. Especially since the bandits would be weary from their journey. Furthermore, the villagers outnumbered the bandits, so surrounding them on all sides would not be difficult to pull off. But the biggest obstacle to this plan was the villagers themselves. A small group of easy targets would be needed as bait to lure the bandits into the valley, but after enduring an age of despotic rule, only to continue to suffer under the tyrannical and extortionate taxation practices of the present Shogunate, the mentality of individual self-preservation was deeply ingrained. How was he going to convince anybody to volunteer to be the bait and sacrifice themselves for everyone else's benefit? There was one other problem, too. In wartime, a samurai army finding themselves in this situation would be certain to use fire to make their ambush more effective. The wind from the mountain would make the fire spread quickly, trapping the enemy in the valley and dealing them a devastating blow. But this was a farming community seeking to keep their land and village safe. There was nothing he could say to convince them that setting their houses and grain reserves on fire was anything close a good idea... This was completely understandable, of course, but the fact was that an even worse fate would await them should they fail to take the bandits down. Shinkurou silently sat down and continued to ponder the conundrum.\n\nVol. 6:\n\"In essence, the great battle in space is no different from the armed conflict between commoners which took place ten years ago on that barren planet...\" Soon, the name of that man shall be known across the Galaxy, matching that of the Emperor. \"Captain, forgive my bluntness, but you were sleeping the whole time during that meeting earlier.\" \"Huh, so you noticed?\" \"Oh, you were sitting quite upright, but I've seen this happen many times before. Captain, I'd ask you not to use your training as a martial artist in this manner. A written report isn't going to save you if the fleet commander hears of this.\" So Mahasti said, but in truth, no one had ever dared to touch his superior. Amidst the delicate balance that Allied Fleet Command maintained internally, his middle aged captain and superior, Bitchuu Kyuubei, also known as Shinkurou, now also known as \"Semimaru\" using some truly lame pronunciation, was the very same person everyone was trying to court to their side, and the one most likely to break this deadlock. This was a whole decade ago now... Shinkurou thought to himself quietly. That one victorious battle at Asada village, on reflection, had been nothing but a minor test of Shinkurou's military prowess. But for the parties involved, this could be called the beginning of the disaster. As expected, the Tai-Shogun would not permit such a talented person to wander in the wild. Not long after, Shinkurou would be blinded in both eyes and thrown in jail. This state of affairs lasted until five years ago, when the Imagawa clan was defeated by an allied army formed under the Oome daimyo clan, beheading its leader in the process. From then, the nation and its people would finally experience a period of peace... That was what the new Seii Tai-Shogun told Shinkurou personally in while the latter was in prison. Shinkurou had never in his life seen the common folk able to work and live in peace, and this strange Tai-Shogun was likely no saint, either. The general amnesty was something that simply had to be done to win the people over. As he reminisced, Shinkurou could not help but sigh: whether in the past or now, people like him would always be at the center of the vortex, whether they liked it or not. \"As far as this country is concerned, people like me are traitors, and I suppose that is also the case in this vast universe.\" The Shogun looked at the sitting Shinkurou and spoke in an indifferent voice. \"The Imperial Tax is no longer something that this tiny planet in a corner of the universe can take up. And someone of your ability should be free to flex it among the stars.\" \"Your clan and your given names were taken by that cretin Imagawa, yes, but abandon that past. From now on, you shall be known as 'Semimaru.'\" Yes. Someone who no longer had a past, someone whose eyes could no longer behold the many wonders of the universe... Now, its vastness opened before him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'A Thousand Nights' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'A Thousand Nights' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nThe Tale of Those Without Shadows Once, this land was home to a group of a people without shadows. They led simple lives, knowing nothing about the world outside the place where they lived. This lasted until one day, when a lost adventurer discovered them. The shadowless folk were shocked to find that the adventurer had a lockstep attendant, silent and loyal. The adventurer, too, was shocked to see that people lived in the world who would not cast a shadow because of the sunlight. \"Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would make such a discovery,\" said the adventurer. \"Dreams? We have not had those in a long time,\" said one of the shadowless people. \"Our elders tell us that all dreams have already been dreamed.\" \"Shadows hide the secrets of the soul. You have no shadows, and that is why you do not dream,\" said the adventurer. \"Perhaps you did once have shadows, just like you once did dream.\" \"If that is so, where shall I go to find that which I have lost?\" \"Go to the secret forest. Many dreams dwell there, and perhaps those who capture dreams there may have some extras to share with you.\" And so, the young shadowless person left his homeland behind, traveling far off to visit the secret forest the adventurer had spoken of. This forest was filled with layers of shadows: the shadows of the clouds, tree canopies... Even the tiny birds cast large shadows over the soft soil. Day after day, he passed between the crisscrossed shadows. Shadows hide the soul's secrets, he thought, and perhaps he was the only one here without any secrets. And so, one day, he discovered that all dreamscapes were open to him, for he had no dreams, but it was because of this that he could enter the dreams of others. In the many dreams he witnessed, the birds dreamed of vivid colors, the tiger of fragrant scents, but he did not see those who capture dreams, nor did he discover the excess dreams that were spoken of. The dreams, the shadows, and the beings that dwelt here could be matched one for one... and so he wondered if the adventurer had cheated him, and if there really was no such thing as a masterless dream, just as there was no such thing as a shadow without a source. But just as he was about to admit defeat, the one who captures dreams found him. Their encounter happened within the dream of a seashell. He barged into its ending, searching for the white waves and the salty wind, but neither was to be found in its saddened aftertaste. \"Just like this shell, you do not belong to this forest.\" The speaker was a woman, and he quickly realized that she was the dream-captor spoken the adventurer spoke of, for her shadow had a strange, mottled texture, like drapery encrusted with gems. \"I have been looking for you,\" he said. \"Perhaps you have some extra dreams...\" \"They pass like the morning dew...\" She said, and there was no sadness in her voice. \"Masterless dreams cannot last long. I have tried many times, but they always dissipate in the end.\" \"...See, just like this seashell... We must both leave.\" Taking his hand, she led him from this fading dream bereft of white waves and salty winds. Beside a murmuring brook, she told him a great many stories, and taught him how to enter dreams. After that, she warned him multiple times concerning the taboos of the dream-captors, such as how they should never gaze repeatedly into another's dream, for their secrets are like a bottomless well. \"The nightmares are more cunning than you can imagine. Once they discover what you have done, they will arise like a swarm and drag you into the darkness. You will not be able to leave that place, the boundary where no shadows are. If you wait long enough, you will be able to make out meaningful words, names that linger in faded memories that no longer belong anywhere. And you know that you must not speak the names of the dead, or they will seek you out...\" \"I once believed that none of you had shadows,\" he said honestly. \"I once believed that dream-captors did not have their own dreams, which is why they collected those that belong to others.\" The woman did not reply, her mottled shadow swaying in the night wind like a leaf. But the young shadowless man was too eager for the answer, and though the dream-captor defended the shadows well, he found his chance nonetheless. Unlike the dreams of the forest beings, whose dream-gates were wide open, it was a rugged path that led to the dream-captor's dreamscape. It seemed evident to him that she had hidden her secrets in others' dreams, he thought, but what were her secrets? And whose dreams were these? The dream-captor's dream was many-layered, just like the secret forest, and so he lost his way, and before he knew it, the nightmares were upon him. \"I have broken the dream-captor's taboo, but even if I can see that bottomless well, I cannot find my answer,\" he thought. \"She said that if I stayed long enough, I might able to make out a name from their voices. At least that way, I will know whose dream this is.\" And so he allowed himself to be led into the depths, and just as the woman had warned him, it was a boundless, lightless realm. He listened then for the tiny sounds, hoping to find words that could point to a name. An unknown period of time passed before he finally heard a name amidst the scattered sounds. This sound had a strange, special attraction to him, and he could not help but recite it. Then he opened his eyes. \"I saw a strange sight,\" he said. \"I saw that a woman had entered my dreams and stolen them, stolen secrets of my soul that I didn't know existed, and since that day, I no longer had a shadow. And I heard her say this, and she called me...\" \"You know,\" she said, interrupting him, \"that one should not speak the names of the dead, or they will seek you out...\" The dream-captor sat by the murmuring brook, her mottled shadow swaying in the night wind like a leaf. \"That is but a tale about the dead. I have told you such tales before, but there are many more that have yet to be told.\" And so the dream-captor continued to tell the young man with no shadow a story that none have yet heard...\n\nVol. 2:\nThe Tale of the Dastur Once upon a time, there was a Vahumana Dastur who traveled alone into the desert depths to investigate the ruins of ancient realms. Unfortunately, he encountered a sandstorm and lost his way. But just as he was about to breathe his last, a young woman with amber eyes appeared before him. She parted the howling sands with the staff in her hand, and led him out of the desert. It was already noon by the time they reached the village. She treated him to lunch at her home and offered to escort him back to Caravan Ribat. But, having seen her part the sands as if by some spell, and how she had chased the dark beasts along their path away, the Dastur refused to leave, instead asking if she could teach him the secret arts of ancient lands. The mage replied that her amber eyes could see all that the living and the dead had seen. People without shadows, a bronze clock whose pendulum swings by the power of imagination, whales that have never left land, a city that only exists by the reflected moonlight upon a silver mirror, a scholar imprisoned within eternity, a high tower hanging upon seven strings. She could see that he had infinite potential and a boundless future ahead of him, and she was indeed willing to teach him all she knew. She had but one worry — that after learning all, he would seek his own profit and come to deny her. The Dastur knelt to the ground and kissed the tip of her shoes, promising that he would never forget what she had done for him no matter what, and that he would never deny her, even if they should then die together. His earnestness touched the young mage, and smiling gently, she helped him up. Holding his hand, she brought him to the door to her basement, saying that she would indeed take him as her disciple, and that all her secrets were hidden in her underground library. And so they walked down the winding stairs, level after level, with a mirror hung on the wall of each level, reflecting their faces and the feeble light of lit sconces. They walked for who knows how long — perhaps several hours, perhaps several minutes — for the darkness had obscured their sense of time. At the end of the stairs was a narrow gate, and behind the gate was a hexagonal library. He could not see the ceiling, nor could he estimate the height of this room, but the books in here nonetheless far surpassed all he imagined was possible for knowledge. He learned well under her tutelage, but after a few weeks, envoys from the Temple of Silence would come to the Dastur and tell him that his mentor had passed on due to illness and that owing to his thesis passing review, the Akademiya had decided to make an exception for him and promote him to Herbad, that he might take over from his mentor and continue to educate more students. The newly-appointed Herbad was greatly pleased, and yet he was unwilling to leave yet, and so he carefully asked the mage if she could bring some of her books and come with him to the Akademiya, and there continue to teach him. She agreed to his invitation, but said that she had a sister who had always longed to learn at the Akademiya but was ultimately not accepted due to her desert heritage. She thus asked if the Herbad could take her own as an auditing pupil. The Herbad replied that the Akademiya had a strict testing process and that he could not make exceptions, not even to take someone on as an auditing pupil. The mage for her part said nothing more, simply packing her bags and following him to Sumeru. Several years later, the sage of Vahumana passed on. Thanks to the earth-shaking theses he had been able to write and complete with the aid of the mage, it was unsurprising that the Herbad was recommended to become the new sage. The mage went to congratulate him, and asked if he might take her sister on as an auditing student now that he had his position as a sage. The newly-appointed sage rejected her, saying that he had no duty to do this, for he no longer needed her guidance, being someone who no longer needed to write theses. He advised her to return to her village and live out the rest of her days in peace. The mage said nothing more, and packing her bags, she returned to the desert. Several years later, the Grand Sage too passed, and the Vahumana sage was selected to take the post. Hearing this news, the mage came hurriedly from the desert. Finding him, she knelt at his feet and kissed the tip of his shoe, reminding him of the promise he had made her and begging him to take those of her tribe who had been displaced by the sandstorms in and allow them to have refuge beneath the rainforest bower. The Grand Sage was furious and threatened to hurl her into a jail of bronze and leave her to die of starvation and thirst, for he did not know this charlatan of the desert wastes, and who was she, anyway, to coerce the Akademiya? The mage, no longer young, lifted her head, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and looked upon the Grand Sage one last time with her turbid amber eyes. She begged that she might be allowed to return to her village and help her tribespeople. Refusing, the Grand Sage had his soldiers bind her. And so the mage said little more to him save only this: \"In that case, I must ask you, sir, to return to your own village.\" The Grand Sage was startled, and when he had lifted his head, he found himself standing before Caravan Ribat. The night had grown long, and the distant village could no longer be seen clearly, shrouded as it now was in flying dust and sand and night's own cloak. The young woman stood before him, smiling, and her amber eyes reflected how he appeared at this moment: the Dastur of Vahumana, whose thesis had yet to pass review. \"Well then, the hour is late, and you should return to the Akademiya now. After all, just as the stories say...\"\n\nVol. 3:\nThe Tale of the Prince and the Sumpter Beast Long, long ago, when Port Ormos was still ruled by the seafaring Deys, there was one valiant Dey amongst their number. He was the subjugator of countless isles and domains, thus obtaining many curious treasures and becoming second to none in wealth throughout the port. Yet the mariner's life had left him time for but a single son in his latter years, and passed away before the prince would reach adulthood. The Dey's son had inherited his great wealth, but had no power over those his father had administered. Guided by elders who lacked moral fiber, he quickly began to live the life of a sensuous animal. The prosperous streets of Port Ormos were like a beast that swallowed gold, and so the Dey's inheritance was emptied by the princeling within a few years, even saddling him with a massive debt in the process. By the time the prince came to his senses, the walls of his home were bare, with not a single Mora to be found within. After selling his estates and dismissing the servants, the prince, with nowhere to go, sought refuge at a shrine to an ancient patron god of mariners, which through the patronage of his father in turn had attained its current august stature. The prince asked the shrine's priest for aid thusly: \"Wise elder, I was once the son of a Dey who conquered the seven seas, but see, I have fallen this far due to my unconstrained extravagance. I beg that you have mercy upon me and show me a swift way through which I might clear my debts and ransom my estates. I promise that I will change for the better and become a man who knows his place.\" \"Young prince,\" the priest said, \"the fates of mortals have long been ordained by the gods, but they must accomplish those fates themselves. Since you desire to turn over a new leaf, should you not begin through hard work rather than relying on opportunism?\" The prince quickly replied, \"my father was a great patron of this shrine, so if we must argue, half of the golden statues and indeed, your expenses, should belong to me by right. And am I not here to claim this debt I am owed?\" \"Arrogant prince, will you make an enemy of the gods?\" The priest said with a sigh. \"Yet on your father's account, if you shall promise to keep to your place and manage your finances well, I shall tell you how to become wealthy.\" And so the prince swore to upon the divine statue, and the priest directed him to a street market at the outport. Coming to said market, the prince met a woman dressed in great finery tending to an emaciated Sumpter Beast. \"Esteemed lady,\" the prince asked, \"is there anything I might do for you?\" \"You've come at a good time,\" the woman replied. \"I must go out to sea on an urgent errand, and I fear that there is no one who can help me take care of this beast. But if you will aid me, I shall return in three months and pay you ten million Mora.\" The prince was overjoyed at this. \"But,\" the woman continued, \"you must not feed this beast till it is full, nor can you speak to it. Otherwise, even that which you own now, you shall lose.\" \"And what have I to lose?\" The prince thought to himself, and thus agreed readily. The woman then entrusted the Sumpter Beast to him. Three months passed quickly, and as the woman requested, not once did he completely fill the Sumpter Beast's stomach, nor did he speak one word to it, until the final day. On this day, the prince, excited at the thought of his soon-to-be reward as he sat before a fire, spoke to the Sumpter Beast, \"O good Sumpter Beast, it is thanks to you that I shall be rich again. If you have a request, name it, and I shall satisfy you.\" Hearing these words, the Sumpter Beast cried, \"O honored prince, I have no other wish but to have a full stomach on this last day.\" Hearing the Sumpter Beast speak, the prince was greatly shocked and allowed his curiosity to take over, forgetting all about the woman's instruction. Turning around, he brought water and hay from the feeding trough. \"My most gentle prince,\" the now-full Sumpter Beast said slowly, \"I was once a god who served the heavens and ruled over many vassal kings of the desert, but I was cheated by that venomous witch and forced into this form. If you will have mercy upon me and release me into the desert, I swear upon the king of the blazing sun that I will grant you riches beyond counting, more by far than what that witch can give.\" The prince felt dubious about the Sumpter Beast's words, and so he decided to hide it, and then conceal himself in a corner to await the woman's return. She did indeed return the next day, only to find both prince and Sumpter Beast missing. \"Faithless wretch!\" The woman cursed. \"If I catch you, I shall seal you in the smallest magic bottle I find, and there you shall face eternal torment!\" Seeing her thus, the prince finally believed the Sumpter Beast's words. Once she had left, he prepared to release the poor animal. As it was about to leave, it said to him, \"O merciful prince, may all the desert gods defend you — I shall fulfill my promise to grant you endless riches and happiness. I ask only that you do not ask where they came from, or else, you will lose even that which you have now.\" Following the Sumpter Beast's directions, the prince came to a hidden place at the edge of the desert, and there he did indeed discover a mighty and luxurious palace. Its walls were decorated with gold and gems, and its gates were made of pure gold, with a lovely male servant leading many lovely ladies out of those great doors to receive him. And thus did the prince once again lead an opulent life. Each day, the male servant would bring him silver, gold, pearls, and gems. Rare delicacies and fine wine were his to enjoy, and each day brought unique dancing girls to keep him company — and such was his life for three years. But even in merriment and revelry could boredom be bred, and one day the prince woke from days of drunken stupor, and he thought to himself, \"I tired now of my life today, and am in need of new thrills. Now, was it not because I refused the instruction of the witch that I gained this life of mine? Who then may say if that Sumpter Beast did not hide something from me for fear that I might discover his secret? If I can find the source of this limitless wealth, surely greater happiness still shall be mine.\" And so the prince summoned his faithful servant, and said to him, \"my most loyal servant. Could you tell me of the source of the gold and gems, wine and spirits, and even these musicians and courtesans, that you bring before me each day?\" \"Of course, my respected master,\" the manservant replied. \"Each day, I traverse the lands between the desert and this place, and all that you enjoy is drawn thereof. Your lovely dancers were once swaying desert eels, the glittering gold are the endless sands, and the gourmet meals you enjoy are of my own personal make.\" \"And I, your loyal servant,\" the manservant paused, \"am naught but a humble scarab.\" Just as he finished speaking, the glorious palace dissolved in an instant, and the prince found that he was seated upon a squat sand dune, and there was nothing around him apart from crawling insects. After a long while, he regained his senses, and even through his shock and terror he felt the hand of grief and regret. And yet, what he had now lost could not easily be regained, and the prince was at last reduced to wandering, never to feel happiness again. From then on, he would tell anyone who wished to hear him speak this story...\n\nVol. 4:\nThe Tale of the Researcher Once upon a time, there lived a researcher, upon whom all the hallmarks of the haughty man of letters might be seen, though he himself — and we shall be generous to him here — was not the best amongst his peers. Knowledge is like a fruit, after all, and time quickly whittles its freshness away. If he cannot eat it all while it is still juicy and full, the rest shall taste like sweet decay. \"Time,\" the young researcher said, \"you truly are my hated foe — even more so than I consider my colleagues.\" Alas, innate characteristics such as laziness cannot be so easily shaken off. Thus did winters turn to summers and back again, bringing his \"hated colleagues\" glory and praise, while he was left with the scars of the bygone years. Perhaps this was some trick of fate, but our main character would indeed discover a way to make his wish reality — quite by accident, in fact. \"Time seems fair, though it is but a veneer. That I am not as quick-witted as others is not due to a lack of talent. Nay, 'tis but the cruelty of time...\" So thought the researcher, now no longer young. \"Now that my chance has come, I must use it well.\" And so he made this wish to the injured Jinni: \"I wish for time to be just... so that I might write better theses.\" The Jinni understood him quite easily, saying: \"All things come with a price.\" \"Well, yes, and I have clearly paid part of that toll,\" he said, shrugging. \"I have wasted my youth on pointless pursuits. Now that things have come to this point, I no longer desire common joys. I only wish to leave behind a work of stunning brilliance, that my name will be praised for generations. Nor do I wish for my work to be left on perishable ink and paper, but it shall instead be carved into stone. Thousands of years on, my marks shall still be left upon this world... and this way, I shall have my justice — I shall triumph over time.\" \"If that is your will,\" the Jinni replied noncommittally, fulfilling the researcher's wish nonetheless. But whether that was truly a Jinni or some demon in disguise was quite the matter of contention, especially in hindsight. Leaving this matter aside, the researcher whose wish was fulfilled found that everything had now become slow compared to his thinking. \"Good, good. Now then, my agility of mind shall not be a problem.\" At first, the researcher was most pleased. Now that he had ample slack, so to speak, there was much time for thoughtful consideration. The time it took for a sand grain to fall to the earth was not sufficient for him to raise his left hand to touch his forehead, but his mind could sprint during this time — from forest to desert, from vast plain to snowy tundra it could run indeed. He cursed that all the pages of a book could not be laid out flat, but had to be flipped one by one. But even had they been laid out before him, his eyeballs would have failed to move quickly enough. By the time his eyes had finished resting upon a single word, he would already have exhausted all vocabulary related to that word, and all imagination pertaining to that vocabulary. \"I think too much and write too little,\" the researcher thought afterwards. \"I must use the most elegant words to write the most academically rigorous paper.\" But when he had penned the first word, his thoughts had already leaped to the conclusion. And so he had to constantly repeat the essay to himself, and as he silently dictated the text, it would become more and more refined. Yet, this could only happen in his mind — when all was said and done, his right hand had yet to even write seven words. And thus was this great work, comprised of the finest lexicon and the stoutest logic, compromised by the researcher's own body. Every passage came out tattered, as if someone had shredded every page and put them back together haphazardly. The words that were connected felt like fragments randomly selected from a complete text, and no one could really grasp the connection between them. It was on a starless night when he, with all his strength, like one completing a centuries-long exodus, managed to leave his study, arriving at the courtyard downstairs. \"Perhaps speaking shall be more direct than writing,\" he said, a single bare thread of hope remaining in his heart. But his very voice seemed to stumble after the weave of his thoughts. His syllables came out disjointed and fragmentary — as if the intent behind the words had changed even as they were being said, and so they came out as mere mumbling and whimpering. \"Alas, poor old fellow! One might almost think he has been possessed!\" So said the well-dressed young folk who looked upon him with sympathy. \"But at least he still has the moon.\" They left after saying these words, leaving the researcher alone in the moon-bathed courtyard, trapped in the prison he once called a body. Then the mere husk of a mortal man began to recall a story that he had once read...\n\nVol. 5:\nThe Tale of the Mirror, the Palace, and the Dreamer Night after night, she would always dream about that distant palace. Its intricate structure was formed of infinite corners, arcades, and passages, and at each corner would be hung a silver mirror with a gilded frame. It was said that the king spent 200 years (6 years more must be added if one wishes to follow the numbering of years in those days) to design this place, and when seated upon the throne, he could gaze into any mirror, and through its exquisitely planned and winding paths of light, one could glimpse any corner of his realm. Yet when she looked into the mirrors at the ends of the hallways in her dream, all she could see was a blurry image: that of a masked young woman garbed in fine raiment, wearing lovely ornaments, walking through the opulent corridors, like a heat haze in the flaming gold of day. She knew then her purpose, though it might seem strange — she wished to gain an audience with that king and tell him something, for these words had been put into her heart and were not hers to command, though she would always leave those words somewhere in the warping mirror-lights each time she awoke with a start. Year after year, in her dreams as clear as dawn, she would try — and fail — to find the way to the throne, nor would she ever witness that king in person. The young lady who was once lost amongst the mirrors was now a famed magician, and even so, in those stolen dreaming moments, in those flashes of unconscious lucidity, those fantastical thoughts still had her soul in their iron grip. One day, the great mage discovered clues to reaching that distant kingdom at last. Forsaking all that the worldly might hold dear, she set out on her journey alone. Across mottled moonlight she sailed, through the shadowed valleys she strode, and the darkest forests she braved, until she, at last, reached that realm of her dreams. But alas, alas! That city had been annihilated in a terrible fire a few hundred years ago, and the once-prosperous kingdom was now no more. It is just as the poets say: The morning breeze is forgotten by all, Song and color have faded from sight. Only the dim gleam of towers tall, Lights the ruined, barren night. She entered the devastated palace and walked amidst its ruins. The mirrors and their gilded frames had long been shattered, with naught but their shattered wrack remaining, each splinter reflecting a beam of chilling moonlight. The court was not as bizarre or strange as it had been in her dreams — in a few mere corners and a few corridors, she was knocking on the door of the throne room. It was a circular hall with hundreds of mirrors hanging from the stone walls — though like the mirrors in the hallways, these had also mostly been destroyed. The mage subconsciously walked towards that long-vacated throne and sat down, casting her gaze upon one of the still-whole mirrors. In that mirror, she beheld again that masked young woman garbed in fine raiment, walking amidst the opulent halls, and behind her, the mirrors — mirrors that had never been shattered — reflected a thousand reflections of her form. She startled and raised her head, for that young woman now stood before her, silently watching, unimaginable pain in her eyes. The mage had only just thought of something to say when the woman drew a dagger — before stabbing her in the heart. A lustrous rose-bloom graced the silent tip of the blade as flames ignited all around them, consuming the hall that had once been destroyed by a great blaze once more. She smiled in confusion, astonishment, and relief, for the woman then took her mask off, revealing the features of the mage herself, dry lips quivering ever so slightly. This time, the mage could finally hear the other person's words — words that had become lost across the decades and centuries within this labyrinthine dream and its eventide bewilderment. It was a story, a story told by her to herself, a story reflected in thousands of shattered slivers of silver, echoing on and on, forever...\n\nVol. 6:\nTale of the Bird Chaser This is a story of an old bird chaser. North of the kingdom lies a dense forest. It is home to a flock of birds that can mimic the words of humans. They often gather like a cloud by the break of the dawn. As they fly in the forest iridescent hues dance on their spread wings, and their chatters echo round the tree crowns. But these creatures are not alone, for an old and frail man dressed in tattered rags always comes and spends all day chasing after them like a savage. Just as how a towering tree was once tender and delicate, the old man used to be fair and handsome. He grew up in a village by the forest. Agile and kind, he was much-loved by all. Every girl in the village adored him, but his heart fluttered only for his love, a young priestess serving in the forest who always fascinated him with miracles of the divine. The young man often thought that he would give up anything to be with the girl, until death did them apart. Alas, that which is sweet never lasts. A grueling war broke out, and the young were conscripted, including the man. Before he left for the battlefield, he saw his love weep for the first time. Teardrops rolled down her cheeks like dew falling from a green leaf — then down into his heart. Yet little did he know the actual reason behind the girl's melancholia. He made hasty promises, wishing to ease the girl's sorrow — one caused by departure, as he then naively believed. With grief written all over her face, the girl gave no response to his beautiful vows. After a brief silence, she said she would send talking birds to relay her words of longing. It was an unusual use of power, but the young man took her act as a means to secure his love. So he nodded. The young man departed the next day to honor his duty to his kingdom. It would soon be over, he thought. But reality eventually proved him wrong — the war dragged on and on. It was not until stubble grew on his chin and his eyes and hands became battle-hardened that the dust finally settled. His only solace in this brutal war was the birds from his hometown. As if guided by the gods, they always managed to come to him on quiet nights, carrying her words — the whispers of her bitter-sweet longing, telling him of changes in the village, or of a few short verses she wrote him. The sustained separation had not diminished his love for her. Instead, if love was a monument, it would be driven into his heart. When the war finally ended, he hurried home to propose to his beloved, only to find that she had died of an acute illness on a cold night shortly after his departure. The young man refused to accept it, for he had just been visited by a talking bird the previous day, when his young priestess read him beautiful prose through its mouth. He broke into the girl's closed chamber. But as the sunlight filled the dim room, it stirred what was inside: countless enchanted birds waiting to be awakened from their rich slumber. In a single instant, the birds rushed past him, wings flapping by his ears, and flew through the open floor into the sky like an ethereal cloud, returning to their home. At last, the young man stood alone, his love's empty room before him. It finally dawned on him why the girl had made the most unusual arrangement with that saddened expression on her face the night they parted. It had been an arrangement for a lifetime — on her dying bed, she must taught the birds countless words, more than enough to fill his every night since with a flicker of light. Birds live far longer than humans think. From that day on, the young man has been chasing the talking birds in the forest. In their voices, he seeks to catch her lingering soul, to repent for his sin of scattering her love in the woods. Maddened yet tireless, the young man has not stopped his chase for a single day as he turned into a middle-aged man, then aged into an old man. The talking birds now speak of nothing new, and their numbers have dwindled. But what if there is still one that he has not yet met — one with something from her that he has not yet known? The obsession traps the bird chaser in the forest and upon his face is written the toll of years. He skillfully sets up traps very catch the birds and keeps them in a cage, stroking their necks, playing with them, and giving them the best cereals and clearest water. Then, he will say to them, \"Speak, Talking Birds, speak of my love, who the forest favored so dearly. Speak of what she taught you.\" And so, the generously-fed birds will tell such a story..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'An Ode to Khvarena' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'An Ode to Khvarena' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Lore reportedly passed down within a lost religious group in the desert. Someone has transcribed it into a script. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nO Nagarjuna, Aided by Khvarena in its countless forms, I bless this land of eternal calamity. When the sludge of the deepest depths of the abyss stained the first kingdom, The glorious Khvarena that aided the Lord of Wisdom was scattered in endless forms. I crossed back over the River of Sorrow, and of the Amrita I drank. I opened a path for the benevolent spirits so that the merciful light of wisdom may illuminate the four corners. O Nagarjuna, Aided by Khvarena in its countless forms, I nourish the benevolent spirits in the sea of flowers. Behold, soul illuminated by Khvarena, final descendant of the god of grass and trees. Behold, heroes who battle the cataclysm endlessly, foes of the Dev. For not even the inky gloom from beyond the skies shall erode their forms. O Nagarjuna, Aided by Khvarena in its countless forms, I have transcended the dead of this foul earth. Cleanse the sinless of their sins, so that they may be reborn in a pure land free of suffering. In the chakras of the earth are contained the karmic seeds that will give birth to all things. The fleeting blights and glories of the earthly realm are naught but the illusion of existing seeds. O Nagarjuna, Aided by Khvarena in its countless forms, I have cleansed the abyss of heaven above. The sludge welling up from the depths of the abyss has finally receded, The legacy of Dahri, too, has submitted to the law. A thousand songs were sung in unison, and the heavy rains abated for a time. O Nagarjuna, If the dark tide reappears and the black abyss returns, Sing this hymn and offer prayers to the Khvarena unassailable. May the eternal Khvarena guide us on the upward path." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part I' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part I' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. An investigation journal found in front of the ruins with a circular entrance. Its author seems to have been a member of the aristocracy that once ruled Mondstadt. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nAncient Investigation Journal: Part I:\n... The weather remains inclement today. Although the snow and wind are beginning to subside, one is hard-pressed to keep their eyes open when faced with the occasional gusts that still whip up. Such conditions bring to mind an ancient verse, where wind and snow are likened by the poet to the lashes of a pale iron sword. But just as Master Landrich once said, one must press on, no matter the difficulties met along the way. We must return to Mondstadt bearing great achievements. Only then will I live up to Master Landrich's expectations and bring honor to my family's name. And only then will the arrogance of those who conspire to rebel be put to rest once and for all. Based on an inscription, we decided to abandon our original plans of exploring the cellar in the southwestern ruins in favor of going to a locked secret chamber. According to the inscription text deciphered by Master Eberhart, the chamber should contain impressive ancient frescoes along with weapons forged from Starsilver. If that's the case, this could easily be the most significant archaeological discovery in decades. That's what Master Ingbert said, at least. But somehow my heart still can't forget the companions we lost in the snowstorm just days before. I sincerely hope that Master Eberhart was right when he said that they were aristocratic children rigorously trained from childhood, and perfectly capable of making their way back to camp on their own. We shall soon set off from South Base Camp to delve further into the inner reaches of the ruins. This time, it is imperative that we closely examine the stability of the ruins before we enter." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part II' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part II' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. An investigation journal found in the basement of the ice-covered ruins. Its author seems to have been a member of the aristocracy that once ruled Mondstadt. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nAncient Investigation Journal: Part II:\nDue to the tragedy that befell us previously, I fear that my prior journal entries are now all but lost. It is most unfortunate that the investigation notes were lost, but the conditions here are truly dangerous. Alas, we were unable to budge those great doors. In the end, we returned empty-handed, with no sight of the fresco or the ancient weapons which Master Ingbert so greatly desired to see. Upon returning to South Base Camp, there was still no sign of the others who had gone missing in the snowstorm. Although the chance may be a slim one, we can only hope that they made it down the mountain and are now returning with help and more supplies. It certainly won't be long before our remaining supplies run out. As cruel as it may seem to say such a thing, the cave-in that occurred just before the round door of the secret room not only robbed us of Nick, but also all the food and fuel he was carrying. I had said that it is imperative we first check the structural integrity of these ruins... I clearly remember telling him that. Perhaps the streak of unfortunate incidents we've encountered in the past few days has caused me to turn bitter. Or perhaps this is simply the natural toll such desperate conditions take on people. The fact that Master Eberhart could maintain a level head even in the face of such adverse conditions only made him all the more admirable. Perhaps this is the true tenacity of a young aristocrat. Master Landrich's judgment seems to have been well-founded. Even as an illegitimate child, he is quite capable of living up to the role of an aristocrat, more so than most other aristocrats, in fact. When the storm eases a little, we will proceed to the the cellar in the southwestern ruins as per Eberhart's proposal. Based on the content of what he deciphered, there may be something very ancient within. The sheer cold of this place has the peculiar and incomprehensible effect of preserving things the way they are. We must not let down the companions we lost. ...And more importantly, we must not let Master Landrich down. Otherwise, I will most likely be facing off against monsters in the gladiatorial arena before too long. Even if I beat the monsters, I would probably share the fate of Eberhart's slave, and meet my demise at the sword of the red-haired reaper of the Lawrence Clan..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part III' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Ancient Investigation Journal: Part III' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. An investigation journal found in the camp on the sunny side of Dragonspine. Its author seems to have been a member of the aristocracy that once ruled Mondstadt. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nAncient Investigation Journal: Part III:\nDoes the history of this place make the scenery look bleaker? Or is the bleakness of the scenery here responsible for its grim history in the first place? Could it be that I'm only having these thoughts because of all that has happened during this investigation? Or perhaps I'm starting to lose my wits due to the blood loss and the sheer cold? Whatever the answer, one thing I'm fairly certain of is that this will be my last journal entry. In the end, Eberhart's plan failed... In fact, no. I rather think he succeeded. In hindsight, his actions are all too clear. I'm surprised none of us saw what he was doing... And now I think about it, I fear that the companions we have been separated from along the way will have already fallen victim to his treachery. The cave-in in front of the secret room with the round door was surely all part of his plan. Only at the very end when he led Master Ingbert and me into the cellar in the southwestern ruins and took out his polearm did I finally understand. His talk of a \"lost civilization buried beneath the snow\" and \"a power descended from the heavens\" were just a means to an end. He knew Ingbert loved the idea of exploration and adventure and used this to lure him to a deserted place where no one would be able to help him... When all is said and done, this all comes down to him being an illegitimate child. The polearm is an inelegant weapon, unbecoming of an aristocrat. I wonder if he secretly trained to use it for the sole purpose of killing his master here, clearing one more obstacle from his path towards dominion over the clan. Now I think about it, Master Parsifal's disobedience, love of chivalric play-acting, and eventual departure must surely have been encouraged by him behind the scenes... The image of Ingbert being struck by his polearm is one I shall never be able to get out of my head. We all grew up together. But none of us saw beyond the kind and gentle facade to the monster he was inside. Landrich was already planning to bestow the clan name upon him after returning from the investigation anyway. Maybe if he'd known of his plans, things never would have turned out this way... Or perhaps he did already know of his plans, and that was precisely what prompted him to take this opportunity to move himself one step closer towards the front in the line of succession... I am sorry, Priscilla, for I will not make it back to Mondstadt. Whoever reads this, please warn Landrich. Eberhart is badly injured too, but there is still a chance he will make it back to Mondstadt. And if that happens... There will only be one more obstacle left for him on his road to revolt." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Ballads of the Squire' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Ballads of the Squire' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nBallads that have been passed down since the aristocratic period and are said to come from Ragnvindr the Dawn Knight himself. They tell of Ragnvindr's days as a knight's squire. Down every street in Mondstadt have I strolled. The air was filled with the stench of misery and the buzz of revelry. I saw the most arrogant of aristocrats, And I saw the most pitiful of the impoverished. At night these streets are a spider's web — some here to feast, others their eternal prey. I hear a jangling in the night, and know it is the chains that fetter the souls of the oppressed. I patrol the streets of Mondstadt at nighttime, Where my peers and superiors would once declare: \"We are the starlit knights, lift thy heads and bear witness!\" \"For we, who raise our flag in the splendor of starlight, are the true protectors of Mondstadt!\" But not once have I lifted my head to the stars, or gazed at our flag: For I cannot shift my focus from the filthy street corners. Destitute peddlers weep in silence. Aging soldiers grimace in pain. In the deathly stillness of night, A young girl, rejected by the Aristocracy, pleads for Barbatos' mercy. The sighing of mournful winds rattles the Cathedral gate, Carrying with them the grief of the oppressed, they assault splendid palatial walls. Each mother's call, Each infant's cry, Enough to dent the hardest of shields. Enough to shatter the sharpest of swords. Sounds of sorrow send shivers down my spine. But in the palace, and in the castle, Though the wind blows the same over holy ground, They are but the sighs of ants to the ears of men.\n\nVol. 2:\nBallads that have been passed down since the aristocratic period and are said to come from Ragnvindr the Dawn Knight himself. They tell of Ragnvindr's friendship with a sword-dancer. One day, at the crack of dawn, A dancer whose sword was her song set foot in Mondstadt. Though clad in chains with cuffed hands and fettered feet, In her silence lay a song: It was the song of freedom. A song of a brighter dawn beyond the walls, A joyous ballad sung without reservation by a people unrestrained. She was the dawnlight of the Wanderer's Troupe, But she spelled eternal midnight for the Aristocracy. I once asked her, \"Why do you come to overthrow our aristocrats?\" \"Do you not know that they are the first among us?\" \"Wherefore do you place their lives on a pedestal?\" Came her voice, like a fresh breeze, \"If you claim to know the wind as your companion,\" \"Then did you not once know freedom, too?\" To her lonesome listeners she told a tale: A tale of our rulers' better ancestors who held divine power, A tale of angels, gods and vile dragons, A tale of the deities and peoples of all the land. Each myth and legend she turned to song, And the wind carried the song to all corners of the land. In the aristocrats' arena, her sword sang once more: Her final masterpiece, but it stopped short of perfection. A nameless knight retrieved her sword from the blood-soaked battlefield, And buried it where the gentle winds meet in communion." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Biography of Gunnhildr' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Biography of Gunnhildr' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A history book on the life of the apical ancestor of the Gunnhildr Clan compiled by Eckhart Gunnhildr, a modern historian of Mondstadt. It consists of fragmented stories and legends from the aristocratic period. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nBiography of Gunnhildr:\nMay the gentle breeze of Barbatos carry words of enlightenment and deliver them into the gaze of my readers. And may the wind of freedom forever prevail in Mondstadt. The story of the Gunnhildr Clan begins in legend, three thousand years ago during the war between the Lord of the Tower, Decarabian, and the King of the North Wind, Andrius. It was a time when Mondstadt was a frozen wasteland, and Gunnhildr was about to become the strongest leader her nomadic clan had ever seen. Gunnhildr's father, the then-leader of the clan, had once served under Decarabian. He served until he found the despotic rule of the aloof and selfish king to be more than he could bear, whereupon he led his clan outside of the city where ferocious winds howled without mercy. But life in the wasteland beyond the city gates was harsh and unforgiving. Though they had escaped the wrath of a tyrant, they were now faced with the wrath of relentless and all-engulfing blizzards. Just when all hope seemed lost for the wandering clan, a spirit from the midst of the myriad winds heard Gunnhildr's prayers. The sincere plea of a clan chief's young daughter joined with a people's cry for help, a cry that the blizzard had all but drowned out, and became a faith. The faith gathered in front of the wind spirit like water flowing into a spring and became the source from which the wind spirit drew its power. The wind spirit used this power to make a small shelter for the clan, and bestowed upon the clan chief's daughter the power to protect. After her father's death, Gunnhildr took his place as the clan's leader. She also became its first priestess. From that day forth, she protected her clan faithfully. When the Anemo Archon Barbatos challenged the aloof and selfish king Decarabian's rule, Gunnhildr led her people to make a stand against the Archon's fury. But when Barbatos finally fought through the ferocious winds and freed the tyrant's subjects, she was also the one who decorated the victorious Anemo Archon with laurels. In later times, after Barbatos had departed, a class of aristocrats emerged across the land. These rulers, who were possessed of divine power, would become corrupted and turn to tyranny themselves a thousand years later, but none had the ability to predict the distant future. Not even Barbatos himself. Gunnhildr's descendants were themselves a prominent clan within the Aristocracy. But unlike the evil and scheming Lawrence Clan, the Gunnhildrs upheld their legacy of protecting Mondstadt that was enshrined in their motto, \"for Mondstadt, as always,\" doing everything within their power to protect its people. During the later struggle to overthrow the Aristocracy, they took the side of the people of Mondstadt. For this reason, they were spared the sentence of exile that was imposed on the rest of the Aristocracy. Today, the Gunnhildr Clan is a source of many brave knights and outstanding clergy members that serve in the Knights of Favonius. If history can teach us anything at all about the future, perhaps it is that the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Breeze Amidst the Forest' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Breeze Amidst the Forest' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA collection of Mondstadt ballads, recorded, compiled and arranged by scholars centuries ago. —Ballad Selection Excerpt— \"Breeze Amidst the Forest\" and \"Breeze Upon the Lake\" constitute a two-volume collection of narrative poems. The compilation is the result of the tireless work of scholars who have recorded and arranged countless songs sung by Mondstadt bards. Bards often elaborate upon or fabricate history to draw in an audience and earn a few extra Mora. Hence, most of their works have extremely low credibility. What has allowed the songs to remain popular to this day, and to stand the test of the thousand winds of time, is the threads of spectacular imagination and ingenious rhetoric that have been woven into them. ... \"What is to be sung hails from ancient times.\" \"The gods walked among us in their prime.\" The poet, who had finished recounting the tales of the ruins and Vennessa, began to tell the story of the Wind Dragon. He began to sing, \"The story to be told hails from ancient times, when the gods walked among us in their prime.\" The dragon graced by Anemo was born* in the high heavens in that age of wonders. He slowly descended, and inspected everything with curious eyes. He landed in a village, but the terrified villagers threw rocks at him. The dragon could not understand why they cried out in fear. He landed in a cemetery, and only heard the lament of grieving people. The dragon could not understand what they murmured in their sorrow. He landed in an orchard, but was cursed by the furious farmers who lost their trees. The dragon could not understand why they screamed in anger. The world was too complicated for a young dragon. The dragon was bewildered, yet he did not give up. One day, the dragon heard music pouring out from the Holy Lyre der Himmel. This was the name of the lyre belonging to the Anemo Archon. Enchanted by the poetry, the Wind Dragon landed beside the best singer under the skies. People panicked, for the mighty elemental dragons and the great archons that reigned over the earth had never seen eye to eye. \"Behold his beauty and benignity!\" The Windborne Bard sang. \"But we do not know him,\" the people replied. What mysterious magic lies behind music and poetry that has the power to mesmerize both dragons and humans alike? I, for one, cannot fathom it. The dragon decided to stay with the bard, for he too wished to be understood by all souls. He learned human speech and the Windborne Bard's singing techniques. ...omitted... Later generations regarded him as one of the Four Winds that watched over and protected Mondstadt. \"An atrous sun befell its kingdom and a luminous pearl lost its glow.\" \"Niveous silk grew dim and wheaten gold burned brilliantly no more.\" So begins another tale that occurred in the lost Khaenri'ah Kingdom. The Eclipse Dynasty had fallen, and disaster spread across the land. The alchemist known as Gold was corrupted by their own greed and ambition, and created an army of shadowy monsters with their uncanny powers. Durin, a black serpentine dragon, rose from the sea to cast its shadow over Mondstadt. But it was at this very moment that there was no one to inherit the title of Lionfang Knight, thus, the Knights of Favonius could not fly their falcon flag. The persistent yet despondent prayers called upon the archon of Mondstadt, the Windborne Bard. The strings of the lyre were strummed once more, and the Wind Dragon was summoned forth. As Mondstadt's last line of defense, the Wind Dragon battled the wicked dragon to the death in the raging storms. The Wind Dragon prevailed. He tore open the throat of the wicked dragon, at the cost of ingesting its poisonous blood. The blood of the wicked dragon was distorted gold, with the powers to crumble mountains and poison the earth. The Wind Dragon protected Mondstadt with his life, and his only wish was to be understood by humans. And so, he drifted off into a deep slumber. The Holy Lyre played a sorrowful tune. The Holy Lyre sang: should you awaken, spread your wings and live your life freely! A dragon is born to soar the skies, and mortals shall surely grasp your beauty... (*Typically, when life arises from the elements, it either descends and becomes a slime, or ascends and becomes a crystalfly. Rarely does this process give rise to dangerous elemental monsters. Elemental dragons are rarely seen and have the powers to match the gods of old.)\n\nVol. 2:\nA supplement to the \"Breeze Amidst the Forest\" ballad selection with excerpts from various sources. It tells the story of the Dragon of Mondstadt. —The Dragon— An excerpt from \"An Investigation into the Cultural Customs of the Wind Kingdom,\" more commonly known as \"Records of Customs and Culture,\" by Jacob Musk. ... The \"Wolf\" of the Knight of Boreas, the \"Lion\" of the Lionfang Knight (or \"Dandelion Knight\"), the \"Falcon\" of the Knights of Favonius, and the \"Wind Dragon\" Dvalin have been long regarded as the Four Winds that watch over Mondstadt. After the Lionfang Knight liberated Mondstadt, the Knights of Favonius was established, and the Knight of Boreas joined them. The tradition of worshiping the Four Winds was gradually formed in Mondstadt. However, Dvalin, the ancient Wind Dragon, predated them all. Approximately one hundred years ago, the land was in chaos. Darkness spread, contaminating everything it touched. Barbarians and foul creatures roamed the lands, forcing people to dwell within the city walls. It was an especially difficult time for Mondstadt. The Lionfang Knight was without a suitable heir, and the Knights of Favonius had lost many of its brave men and women during the bitter wars. During the most difficult of times, Durin, the corrupted dragon of immeasurable power, began attacking Mondstadt. The prayers of Mondstadt's people awoke the Anemo Archon, and his will summoned forth the Wind Dragon Dvalin. As the last defender of Mondstadt, Dvalin battled Durin with all his might. The result was clear — Durin's remains still lie atop the snowy peaks to the south of Mondstadt — but the story of how the battle ended was lost in time. It is said that Dvalin ripped out Durin's throat, and together they fell from the sky. Durin's body sunk into the snow while Dvalin was summoned by the Anemo Archon and fell into a slumber. ... People used to believe that Dvalin would awaken whenever Mondstadt faces a new threat. But in these times of peace, the belief of the Four Winds has gradually eroded and their temples lie all but completely deserted. (Citation of unknown origin: By the time the Knights finally discovered that the foreign monstrosity named Stormterror, with which they had clashed countless times, was in fact Dvalin of the Four Winds, the enmity that had grown between them and driven them to conflict could not be undone. One can scarcely imagine the betrayal Dvalin must have felt when he awoke after a hundred years of slumber only to find that the people of Mondstadt, whom he had protected with his life, had forsaken him...)" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Customs of Liyue' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Customs of Liyue' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA book on the cultures and customs of Liyue originally compiled by Fadhlan, a scholar from Sumeru residing in Liyue. It was then edited by many local scholars and published. It is one of the bestsellers in Liyue. —Flower Ball— It is customary at weddings in Liyue for the bride to cast a flower ball towards the oncoming crowd of guests. It is said that the one fortunate enough to catch it will enjoy a year of good luck: business owners will see their wealth increase, the poor will see their fortunes turn around, the single will encounter their fated partners, and the married will see their shared life blossom with mutual love and appreciation, never again to descend into petty squabbles over life's daily vexations. While some brides use a real flower ball, many alternatives exist depending on the family's wealth. The rich tend to use woven balls with silk from the Silk Flower, while the poor fashion theirs from colored paper or cloth. But the custom itself is observed in the same fashion at all of Liyue's weddings, even though the fortunes of individual families may differ. Some say the Liyue custom was originally adopted from the Ludi Harpastum festival celebrated in the neighboring Wind Kingdom of Mondstadt. Others say it dates back to before the Archon War when the Salt God roamed free in Liyue. She once stood shoulder to shoulder with the many gods of Liyue, but her extraordinarily gentle nature saw her quickly ousted in the hubris of the Archon War, before being ruthlessly murdered by one of her own followers. Her remains are likely to be found somewhere in the ruins of the area known as \"Sal Terrae.\" According to a legend that time has unfortunately stripped of all useful detail, she once handed out bunches of flowers to her people as a blessing to them. Or at least, if not a blessing, then a small gesture of comfort to stave off the bitterness of wartime existence. In any case, following her return to the elements, it is conceivable that her followers spread across Liyue, took this custom with them, and taught it to the locals. The people of Liyue being a competitive and fun-loving folk, they may then have adapted it and embellished upon it to suit their own preferences. Despite being a benign and joyful celebration at heart, security logs from the Millelith indicate that the throwing of flower balls is responsible for a significant number of injuries every year. In fact, the number of cases is more or less the same as those caused by monster attacks.\n\nVol. 2:\nA book on the cultures and customs of Liyue originally compiled by Fadhlan, a scholar from Sumeru residing in Liyue. It was then edited by many local scholars and published. It is one of the bestsellers in Liyue. —Receiving God— Of all the celebrations, ceremonies, and customs of Liyue, none is more iconic than that held in reception of their god: the \"Rite of Descension.\" It is during this rite that the Geo Archon, Liyue's deity and watchful guardian over the ages, descends in person upon the mortal realm to issue his divine proclamations and exhort the people to be guided by the wisdom they contain, so that all things may transpire in accordance with established rules instead of tending towards chaos. In the earliest and humblest days of Liyue's history, Liyue's farmer-forebears would elect community representatives to greet the Geo Archon on arrival and give him an appropriate send-off on departure. After making lavish offerings and reciting solemn blessings, they would listen in reverence to their god's divine predictions before announcing to the people the vision for their labor in the year ahead. In this way, mortals were guided along the path towards prosperity and to triumph over the obstacles that lay in their way, and thus did the domain of the Geo Archon remain strong and steadfast. When peace returned once more after the Archon War, the city of Liyue Harbor began to flourish under the government of the Qixing, who represented every trade in Liyue, and who also acted as intermediaries between mortals and their god, taking responsibility for communicating with the Geo Archon, explaining his divine predictions to the people in clear and simple terms, and issuing the official policy for the forthcoming year. Naturally, the illustrious individual tasked with hosting the Rite of Descension can only be chosen from among the Qixing, and no one other than that person is permitted to intervene in the proceedings. In the minds of the many merchants of Liyue Harbor, the divine predictions of Rex Lapis are more precious than the metals and minerals of the mountain mines. Thus, no matter how far from home they may have strayed by the day that Rex Lapis descends, all will seek to make the journey back in person, or at least send someone in their place, so that they may receive the guidance of the Geo Archon and safeguard their financial fortunes for the year ahead. The raving-mad sages of the nation of rainforests drive themselves to hysterics as they abandon all that is worldly in their pursuit of elusive and esoteric wisdom, but the people of the land of karst cliffs are accustomed to welcoming the generous guidance of their deity as a means towards a worldly end — namely, their continued prosperity. It would seem that, while The Seven stand shoulder-to-shoulder in their roles as Archons of the mortal realm, there are moments where their paths diverge and even run directly counter to one another.\n\nVol. 3:\nA book on the cultures and customs of Liyue originally compiled by Fadhlan, a scholar from Sumeru residing in Liyue. It was then edited by many local scholars and published. It is one of the bestsellers in Liyue. —Silk Flowers— For the well-to-do citizens of Liyue, the Silk Flower has a ubiquitous presence in their lives: It has a beautiful color and its soft petals can be processed to make silk. It also has a most delightful scent that can survive multiple rounds of processing, and even the weaving process itself. For this reason, Liyue's botanists have cultivated a special strain for exclusive use in perfume making — with the most luxurious perfumes being offered first and foremost, of course, to Rex Lapis for his approval. For the women of Liyue, highly prized Silk Flower perfumes are seen as holding different symbolic meanings based on the fragrance profile and composition. The unwritten rule in Liyue is that it is impolite to broach the topic of perfume with a woman in normal social interaction, but also that if an admirer is able to correctly guess the type of perfume one is wearing, as well as correctly deduce its unique properties and characteristics, all whilst conveying this in an articulate and tactful manner, the admirer is more likely to stand a chance of winning one's affection. A popular belief in the rural regions of Liyue is that the method for decocting Silk Flower perfume was originally taught to mortals by an adeptus living as a hermit on Mt. Aocang. In the age where divine beings coexisted alongside lowly mortals, the adeptus guided humans to learn the ways of courting and romancing from the birds, beasts, and plants. To a young woman bathing in a spring, it once took the form of a graceful illuminated bird, teaching her the exotic techniques of decocting and applying fragrant oils. Who was this young woman capable of stirring the heart of an adeptus living in deliberate seclusion from the world? With countless legends offering different versions of the story, the truth is impossible to know. But the art of decocting perfume from Silk Flowers was indeed passed on, for it survives to this very day. It is claimed that the subtle undertones of the perfume's scent and the gentle-but-nimble hand techniques used in the decoction process have remained unchanged throughout history on account of having proved themselves supremely fit for purpose time and time again. As they grow, Silk Flowers will exhibit different properties based on how their environmental conditions differ from their ancestral habitat. Liyue's merchants have coined plenty of tasteless terms for Silk Flowers of all types and uses. They tend to attribute them to Rex Lapis, claiming they once had the fortune to encounter him during one of his excursions in the mortal realm or pass them off as a merciful gift from an adeptus, such details always featuring as part of a wondrous, fantastical narrative. Sales tactics like these always manage to garner the interest of a shopper or two on their way through Liyue Harbor. High demand has pushed Liyue's merchants towards the mass cultivation of Silk Flowers and the ongoing breeding of new strains. This means that the striking sight of beautiful Silk Flowers is a common one in all highly populated areas, including the city and the towns. Sadly, geographical changes over Liyue's long history and ever-expanding mining activity have conspired to destroy the natural habitat of wild Silk Flowers, meaning that the flower is all but extinct in rural areas. The handful that can still be found in the wild are carefully looked after by adepti living in seclusion there. These Silk Flowers feature daintier, more elegant blossoms, which puts them in stark contrast to those cultivated by horticulturalists in urban centers. Interestingly, the people of Liyue see the pretty and sweet-smelling Silk Flower as one of the many symbols of Rex Lapis. Which begs the question: Has this mighty and imposing god, who typically takes a decidedly masculine form on his excursions to the mortal realm, ever taken the form of a woman and accepted a ritual offering in the form of a bunch of flowers? The sparse historical records on the one hand and the plethora of rumors of obscure origin on the other means that, while this claim is more or less impossible to verify, it also cannot be simply dismissed as baseless speculation. On a personal note — the writer has, on one occasion, personally witnessed a Statue of The Seven accept a carefully prepared and distinctly feminine gift that was presented to it in worship. As for the Geo Archon's innermost feelings upon receiving offerings from their subjects, however, this is not something that I, as an outsider in Liyue, consider myself qualified to comment on." } ]

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[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Diary of Roald the Adventurer' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Diary of Roald the Adventurer' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald. The pages are littered with a small amount of shiny but bitter salt crystals. —Sal Terrae— My shoes are completely waterlogged after trekking here from the banks of Dihua Marsh. The last time I took them off to pour the water out, a frog jumped out. From the scale of this ruin, I suspect it is the temple that provided safe refuge for civilians during the Archon War several millennia ago. I've heard that the God of Salt built such a place. Liyue folklore holds that she was the gentlest of the gods. In the brutality and chaos of wartime, human beings were puny and disposable. But the Salt God refused to join the other gods in their senseless battle for dominance, instead choosing to give shelter to those dispossessed by the war. She brought them here to build a new settlement. She showed them kindness and comfort. And even as global upheaval ushered in the end of an epoch, she worked tirelessly to bring about a return to peace between the gods. It seems that most parts of the ancient city have sunk into the riverbed of Bishui River. It's fortunate that the foundation of the temple is still here after all this time. She amassed a group of followers who settled in the area now known as Sal Terrae and lived a humble existence. The city stood for several centuries, finally falling with the downfall of the god herself. The gentlest of the gods fell not in battle at the hand of the other gods. She fell at the hand of one of her own people, the people she had loved so dearly. He was the first king of the people, and also the last. He had once loved the God of Salt just as the rest did, but as a mere mortal, he ultimately could not fathom the self-sacrificial love the god embodied. He sought after military might, in the hope that the city might be able to hold its own in defense and attack. And so, to demonstrate that gentleness was a virtue unfit for the times, he took a sword and ended the life of the lone, defenseless god. No sooner had she met her demise than the temple itself collapsed, and the people's city crumbled like salt into the earth. As for the treacherous king's fate, theories abound but none are certain. Some say he continued to reign in solitude from the ruins for centuries, finally turning to dust long after the cries of war had subsided, the ruins had been engulfed by the river, and insects had hollowed out his scepter. Other say that he took his own life after taking that of the god, unable to bear the guilt of deicide that weighed upon his conscience. In any case, the people on whom the Salt God had once looked so fondly became scattered across Liyue. In the safe haven of Liyue Harbor, under the rule of the Geo Archon, they and their stories survived, and that is why we still hear about them to this day. Rumors say that the Salt God's body can still be found somewhere in the depths of the ruins. Though her body has turned to salt, it still maintains her posture from the moment she was struck by the king's sword. It looks like we're in for some heavy rain: dark clouds are gathering as far as the eye can see. I'd better get moving. I'm going to head northwest to Mt. Qingce. Hopefully I can make it there before the rain gets too heavy. And hopefully it's not such a mad dash that I lose my diary en route...\n\nVol. 2:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald, at a makeshift camp. It stills looks new, and smells like the fragrant herbs of Mt. Qingce. —Qingce Village— Leaving Dragonspine, I waded through rivers, walked across shoals carpeted with silver grass, and made my way through sun-dappled bamboo forests, before finally arriving at Mt. Qingce. My shoes and clothes were all soaked from the heavy rain. Luckily, the elders in the village were kind enough to let me hang my clothes in the assembly hall. They even prepared dry clothes and some food for me. There were many children in Qingce Village. Sweet as they may be, they can become quite clingy. There were also many elders here. People living here seemed happy and carefree. The elders said that most of the young people had gone to work in Liyue Harbor. Many of them already had a family there and they would send money back every month. Having seen the prosperity and convenience of the city, it's hard for these young people to go back to the rural life here. Liyue Harbor has brought peace and prosperity to Qingce Village for the time being, but eventually it will also be the cause of its demise. Legend has it that the word \"Qingce\" originated from the name of an ancient monster \"Chi.\" \"Chi,\" of course, is what we call it now in the contemporary language. But in ancient times, the people of Liyue pronounced it as \"Qingce.\" An elder said that thousands of years ago, Morax defeated the sea serpent and brought peace back to Liyue. After Chi died, its body turned to stone, its blood became water, and its scales are now the terraced fields. The monster's nest became what we now call Mt. Qingce. But after a quick look, I believe the mountains consist of mostly rocks shattered by impacts from the outside. No traces of a hydro monster can be found in the rocks. Perhaps the corpse of Chi is long gone and this monster-turning-into-a-mountain thing is nothing but an ancient tale? My next destination is the lake located amongst the stone peaks of Jueyun Karst. It is said that there is a labyrinth where the adepti live. Let's see if I can find them.\n\nVol. 3:\nA diary of the famed adventurer, Roald, left by the lake. It tells of his plans after his adventures on Mt. Aocang. —Aocang Lake, Jueyun Karst— I seem to have lost yet another diary... I don't understand, I even made sure to say to myself three times: \"Whatever you do, don't lose your diary.\" But then I got caught up in my adventure, and it went straight out of my head. I waste so much paper every year... I do hope the Dendro Archon won't mind. I have arrived at a mountain lake located high on Mt. Aocang. To get here, I had to hike up a winding dirt trail, make my way across perilous wooden walkways built by herb gatherers in ancient times, and then scale a steep, wet cliff. I was told by some fishermen that the lake is a thousand furlongs deep, but after taking a dip in the water I can safely say that their statements were pure hyperbole. The Qingce Village elders were right after all: the mountain lake's water is sweet and warm. This place certainly lives up to its reputation as a celestial paradise! Back when I had just arrived in Jueyun Karst, an old farmer told me that the adepti possess a mysterious magical ability that lets them turn into mist and roam in the sea of clouds. I dismissed it as an old wives' tale at the time, but seeing the way the mist over the lake rises up to the summit and merges together with the sea of clouds, it does make me wonder... The adeptus I've been searching for could be roaming the clouds at the summit right now, for all I know, and I would be completely oblivious to it. I headed east down Mt. Aocang and ended up thoroughly lost in a thick forest. Finally, I came to a clearing and discovered I was back at the banks of the Bishui River. I have an excellent view of the surrounding area here, so I think this is where I'll camp for the night. While I was sorting through my things at the camp, I met a young lady who looked like she was out on a treasure hunt. She was called Eduarda, and she explained that she was heading west to look for a \"Miraculous Lake\" at the foot of Mt. Aocang: \"Legends tell of an adeptus who lives beside a lake at the foot of Mt. Aocang on the northern side. If that's true, then that's sure to be where the adeptus keeps their secret treasure, too... Mwuhahaha, I know exactly what I'll do when I get my hands on that treasure!\" Then she quickly changed her tune, as if suddenly realizing how she sounded: \"I... I'd contact the Guild, and report to them if I found it! I am a proud member of the Adventurers' Guild, and I have absolutely no connection to the Treasure Hoarders!\" Indeed, some adventurers are in the business for material wealth alone. I'm reminded of that classic Liyue saying, \"To each their unfathomable own\"... But whatever her motivations, she is a fellow adventurer nonetheless, and a genuine one at that. I must say, I was tempted to head west in search of this fabled \"Miraculous Lake\" myself after hearing Eduardo talk about it. But in the end I decided to stick with my existing plan. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will proceed to the Guili Plains to see what sights and treasures are waiting to be discovered there. And hopefully I won't lose my diary again this time — again, barring any unforeseen circumstances. I can't lose another one... May any unforeseen circumstances be well and truly barred.\n\nVol. 4:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald, at a makeshift camp. It seems to have been dipped in water, with the watermark of a fox's footprint. —Luhua Pool— Traveling southeast along the Bishui River, I came across a pond at the foot of Mt. Tianheng on the north side. The water is clearer than the sky and the water temperature is similar to a human's body temperature. The water has a sweet aftertaste. A local herb gatherer told me that thousands of years ago, this pond was once a garden. It is said that during the era of the Archon War, two lovers, whose families disapproved of their relationship, made this place their rendezvous. However, the times were merciless, and the man left his lover to follow the Geo Archon. He plunged himself bravely into the conflict as a mortal among gods... and like so many mortals in those dark days, none heard from him again for centuries. The girl wandered the garden, awaiting the return of her lover. The flowers withered and grass grew in their place. Soaked in a flood, the grass rotted. And when the flood too had subsided, and to dust she had returned, her tears then converged into this pond. Perhaps it was her deep longing that made the water here so clear and gentle. I spent an afternoon here and nodded off while taking a bath in the pond. When I woke up, the stars were already glittering in the night sky. I noticed a baby fox slinking around me, but it got scared and ran away when I looked up. Not until later did I realize that one of my shoes was missing and my bag of provisions had been ransacked. It took longer than I expected to pack my luggage. My next destination is the delta of the Bishui River in the northeast — Yaoguang Shoal.\n\nVol. 5:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald. The pages smell like the sea breeze. —Yaoguang Shoal— This is the delta of the Bishui River, where the sand and mud carried by the river has accumulated into an open and flat shoal. When I finally arrived, the shoal was shrouded in a blanket of fog, and my new shoes were soaked again. I heard the sound of some unknown monsters coming from the fog, but couldn't quite tell their exact location. All that was left to do was set up the tent and wait for this blasted fog to drift away. When I was staying at the Wangshu Inn, a merchant told me about the legends of Yaoguang Shoal. He started with a poem — \"Jade-lustered waves washed into the ocean while a conch lay empty on the white shoal.\" The meaning of the poem is that the sunlight, pure as jade, glimmers on the surface of the Bishui River and seems to flow into the sea along with the river water. But the Greenconch Lodge on the Yaoguang Shoal has been unoccupied for some time. I once ventured into the fog to visit the Seashell Sanctuary, but didn't see the owner. A legend among fishermen has it that the Greenconch Lodge was the home of an adeptus — the green conch itself, in fact, constituting part of her very being. She provided shelter for travelers who were lost in the fog, took care of the shipwrecked survivors, and bid godspeed to other adepti on crusades against sea monsters. But older fishermen interpret the legend differently. They say that the Seashell Sanctuary was not the abode of an adeptus, but of a family that had lived in the giant seashell for generations. They devoted themselves to helping the lost and saved many fishermen's lives. It seems the fog is drifting away and the sun is almost visible now. Next up, I'll borrow a boat to get to Guyun Stone Forest and visit the ruins where the Geo Archon vanquished the sea monster. I should arrive in no time at all if the weather is good.\n\nVol. 6:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald, by chance. The pages are damp and seem to have been soaked in water. —Guyun Stone Forest— We skirted past a few small islands occupied by hilichurls, managing to steer clear of their line of sight, and made it to Guyun Stone Forest successfully. Six giant Stone Pillars kept the sun out of my eyes as I went ashore, and it was remarkably cool in their shade. The crabs on the beach were big and meaty. Maybe it's because the area has been nourished by the remains of a magical beast for millennia? Anyway, they taste great roasted. The sheer beauty of this place makes it hard to imagine that it was once the site of a bloody battle between the Geo Archon and the sea monster. Suffice to say the blood once shed here has long since vanished into the sea without a trace. I suppose that everything pales into insignificance when faced with the scale of the sea. Whether it's a single drop of an ordinary person's blood or rivers of blood shed collectively by the heroes of the past, the relentless flowing of the winds and waves are destined to wash every last trace of it away. In the end, everything will be just as it has always been, since time immemorial. Legend has it that the Geo Archon once carved a giant polearm out of the rocky land. He plunged it deep into the ocean, riding it straight through the body of the demon that wrought chaos upon his domain. Over the years, the wind gradually eroded the stone polearm into the form we see today. Later, I'll return to the mainland to camp out for the night. From where I am, I can see the ships leaving the harbor in the distance. As I write, The Crux is setting sail once more, embarking on its next grand voyage. I wonder what mission the Qixing Commerce Guild has entrusted to the legendary Captain Beidou this time? I had the most awful night's sleep last night. I dreamt I was somewhere pitch-black and damp. Suddenly, I was a sea monster, and my impaled body was being driven into the ocean floor by the Geo Archon's polearm. I writhed around and clutched at the giant polearm made of rock, trying desperately to free myself, but it was wedged firmly in place. Each movement I made filled me with agony, and with rage... Note to self: Guyun Stone Forest is not a good place to spend the night! I woke early, so I lit the campfire and I'll move out once the sky's bright. My next stop is Liyue Harbor: I just need to be somewhere that I can get my clothes washed, beard trimmed, that sort of thing. Once I've sorted myself out, I'm making another trip to Jueyun Karst. I didn't make any progress on finding the adepti last time. This time, I think I'll try my luck at Qingyun Peak. Another note to self: Do not lose my diary again!\n\nVol. 7:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald. The pages have the scent of flowers that grow on cliffs. —Qingyun Peak, Jueyun Karst— I shall preface my adventurer's diary with a stern reminder to myself. Recently, I keep discovering that I've misplaced my diary every time I feel like I want to write in it. Oh, Roald, you must learn to be more careful in future! After climbing for what feels like an eternity, I have finally reached the top of the precipice. I'm surrounded by a sea of clouds. It's impossible to know where in the midst of that sea of clouds I once stood looking up at this celestial place where the adepti dwell. Apart from the few oddly-shaped trees, there are barely any signs of life here at the top of the precipice. Occasionally, a Lapis Glede will let out a high-pitched cry before diving down into the clouds and disappearing from view. Up the hill from here is the adeptus's dwelling, but there's a few things I need to sort out before I head up. The most pressing issue is repairing my climbing gear, I'll also tend to a few cuts and grazes while I'm at it. A kind farmer gave me some ointment when I first arrived in Jueyun Karst — it stings, but it really does work. Nights atop the precipice offer little in the way of comfort. The relentless wind above the clouds pierces to the bone. It's difficult to shelter oneself from it, because it finds its way to you through all the tiny gaps in the tent, and there's no way you could keep a campfire alight in this wind. A good night's sleep is therefore out of the question. I wonder if the adeptus who dwells at the summit ever gets lonely and dispirited being surrounded by nothing but the cold, heartless wind? At the end of a long and sleepless night, I finally watched the moon set into the sea of clouds. I'll make sure my pack is securely fastened, then at daybreak I'll begin my journey to the summit where the adeptus dwells. Hopefully, the altitude is high enough that it won't rain.\n\nVol. 8:\nDiary of a renowned adventurer, Roald. Spots of shiny green moss can be seen among the pages. —Qingxu Pool— To stop me from losing my diary yet again, this time I've put a marker made of moss on the leather case. Now it really stands out in my backpack. It's perfect! Tonight, I'll put it beside my pillow before I go to sleep — there's no way I can lose it then. Honestly, I don't think I can keep calling myself an adventurer if I lose my diary one more time... a misadventurer, perhaps. I headed westward from the mountain pass at Mt. Tianheng and came to a ruin, known locally as Qingxu Pool. The entrance to the ruin is located right in the center of a giant rocky outcrop rising up from the center of a shallow pool. It is surrounded on all sides by steep cliff faces. There are several stone towers which blend in seamlessly with the natural scenery put here by the Geo Archon. The morning mist is beginning to clear and the first rays of sunlight are starting to illuminate the mountains and ruins. It looks like it'll be good weather today. Legends say that these ruins predate the Geo Archon's rule over Liyue. The whole of Lisha was covered by water at the time of the Archon War, and back then this rocky outcrop was nothing more than a little islet that rose above the water's surface. After peace was restored, the region of Lisha unfurled once more as the tides withdrew, revealing the ancient buildings erected by the early peoples. Back when I was at the Wangshu Inn I met a scholar from Sumeru called Soraya. She had done a fair bit of research on the ruins in Lisha. Once she got talking about it she could talk all day. What she told me was that these ruins were left behind by an evil god, whose name has been wiped from the record, and its people. But in the end, the sea gave way to forests and fields, the self-serving god was defeated, and the strongholds and temples of the ancient city the god's people once built were left to crumble. That is how Qingxu Pool came to be. The ruins were submerged until the long Archon War finally came to an end, emerging on the landscape as the tide subsided. Maybe these crumbling remains have been left as a nostalgic reminder of a bygone era for the adepti and the other deities. In any case, this is a calm and tranquil place that has, for whatever reason, remained entirely unperturbed by the relentless development of Liyue Harbor and untouched by the mining operation based at the Chasm. It has just been left, as-is, right to this day. Perversely, the only disturbances have come since the mining at the Chasm has been halted, as monsters have now occupied the ruins here. Let's just hope they don't destroy anything. It is a simple theory, but I need to gather more evidence. I should keep heading north and visit the ruins at Lingju Pass and Dunyu. I ran into Eduarda again just before I set off. She seemed to be traveling with a partner this time. She must have a busy adventurer's schedule — it seemed like I blinked and then she'd disappeared off into the ruins.\n\nVol. 9:\nA journal left behind by a renowned adventurer Roald. Some of its pages are damaged and crumpled, and a few shimmering ice crystals are attached to them. —Dragonspine— I began my ascent of Dragonspine from its southern side, where the mountain meets the riverbanks and plains of Liyue. The mountain slopes gently here, the wind is soft, and the snow is light. Added to the unfrozen water sources, it makes this place a good choice for setting up a base camp. Once I have prepared my supplies, I will make a camp here before continuing my climb to the summit. After setting up camp, I took the chance to survey the surrounding ruins. What intrigued me is that the architectural style and artistic patterns are strikingly similar to those seen in ancient buildings elsewhere. This could very well mean that the fabled mountain civilization of old is right beneath my feet. Unfortunately, I did not find any well-preserved inscriptions within the ruins, so there was no hard proof of the ancient civilization's historicity. Perhaps I will find more information is preserved further up the mountain, buried deep within the bitingly cold blizzards. Spending the night here is an unpleasant experience. The cold, damp wind chills to the bone, and the way it shakes the tent sounds like the roar of a rushing river. Guaranteed nightmare material for once you do manage to fall asleep. There's a cave by the water, and it must be spacious in there because I can hear the ghostly groaning of the wind echoing inside. Unfortunately, the entrance is tightly fenced off and there is simply no way to get through from the outside. I will start advancing further up the mountain a little later on. There are some remnants of the relatively recent past by the path, which if I'm not mistaken can be traced back to the era when Mondstadt was ruled by an aristocracy. I dug up some fragments of clothing and some irreparably damaged weaponry. The dense snow and ice seem to have slowed down the decomposition process, preserving any pieces of the past that they swallow up for a long time to come. The way that the items are distributed leads me to believe that a chase once took place here on this mountain path — or possibly even a murder. It seems that even fierce blizzards and sinister mutations pose no obstacle to humans intent on following through on their dark ambitions. In the end, this archon-forsaken snowscape has become stained by mortal transgression. As I climb further up the path, the wind becomes stronger and the temperature plummets to an unbearably low level. I scouted out a ruin to the northeast, where to my utter astonishment I found water! It was somehow unfrozen, in defiance of its perennially blizzard-beaten surroundings. From the location, I would estimate that it is linked to the stream I saw further downhill. However, this area is so cold that I could not afford to explore deeper inside the ruin for the risk of freezing to death or drowning. I left a makeshift sign there to mark the spot — I just hope that it doesn't get buried in the snow. I suppose that once upon a time this could have been an underground shelter and that over the years the groundwater has seeped in and flooded it. But I have also heard that the tyrants of the distant past were partial to a form of punishment whereby they would jail a prisoner, lock them in a cage, and then slowly pour water in. Just so they could force the prisoner to watch in alarm as the water slowly rose up from their ankles to their mouth, nose, and finally their forehead... Such a cruel and drawn out punishment... And in the sheer cold of this climate, it is all the more impossible to imagine that any managed to survive it. Further to the east, the road becomes more rugged. I had a stupid accident and very nearly broke my leg because of it. I was lucky to only receive a superficial wound and no major bone injury. But it also tore a great big hole in my windproof clothing, so now I feel the full force of the wind right against my skin. It feels awful, like being stabbed constantly with a sharp knife. I managed to find shelter from the wind before my wound went completely numb. I just about managed to sew my clothing back up, but there's no way I can continue to the summit like this. I made it back to camp, finally, on the verge of freezing to death. As I warmed my feet by the bonfire, I removed my socks to find that three of my toes had turned purple from the cold... But no matter, right now I'm still enjoying the feeling of coming back to life after such a close brush with death. When the storm died down a little, I looked up and caught a view of the peak, towering there silently against the dark sky, encircled by giant jagged rocks and yet secluded among them in the center. The bards' songs tell of an ancient, evil dragon who lies buried there in the mountain stream — I wonder if it, too, yearns for the celestial heights even as it gazes up with its rotting and blinded eyes? Many villagers who live at the foot of the mountain liken this monstrous mountain to a blind spot in the eyes of the gods, a place ruled by the inscrutable force of fate. Old Mondstadt fairy tales speak of the mountain as a place of punishment that was abandoned by the Wind of Time and left for the howling winds to sweep in and freeze everything in its moment of destruction. Yet something still stirs here, at the peak of the mountain. I heard its call in my dream. It was like a gentle song, pleasing to the ear, but somehow disturbing to the mind. This trip was a disaster, but at least I came out of it alive. Farewell for today, Dragonspine. Perhaps I shall return, though I do not know if I will ever make it to your summit... I think I will explore Liyue next. But first things first, my top priority is replenishing my lost supplies. Oh, and while I'm at it, I think I'll swap this soggy old diary for a nice new one.\n\nVol. 10:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald. The pages bear both the refreshing scent of sakura flowers and the bitterness of tobacco leaves. —Ritou— It's already been a few days since I've arrived in Ritou, and yet the Kanjou Commission still shows no sign of letting me pass. I don't know how long I'll have to stay... I hope Mr. Kurisu will find a way to get me out of here. Mr. Kurisu is the local commerce chairman. Originally from Fontaine, he is a reserved and friendly gentleman, possessing a certain charm that makes other outlanders feel at home. I'd heard that Inazuma didn't welcome travelers, but it wasn't until I set foot in Ritou that I realized the severity of the situation. The Sakoku Decree has been in effect for some time. While many travelers have chosen to stay on the island, many come and go, staying for only a brief period. Many merchants also packed up and went home. Ritou, in its current state, is a gloomy and depressing place. It is said that hundreds of years ago, Hiroshi of the Hiiragi Clan built this commercial port. He recruited talented merchants to set up shop here and encouraged free trade. Ritou flourished and prospered for some time... But poor Hiroshi would probably turn in his grave if he knew of the state that Ritou is in right now. Still, his descendant, the current Kanjou Commissioner, seems to be living the good life. It's enough to leave anyone feeling rather resentful. After a few days, Mr. Kurisu brought me some good news. He's heard that the Crux Fleet will stop by briefly in Inazuma. There should be a way for this famous armed fleet to smuggle me to another island, he said. I just need to be patient. I don't know if Mr. Kurisu's information is reliable, but it's always a good idea to be prepared. First, I must think of a way to get my camp-making and fire-starting tools back from Miss Yurika. I will beg if necessary... It seems that the Shogunate has attacked another Sangonomiya outpost, inflicting many casualties... or was that the other way around? The few outlanders who remain have all been gossiping. Even those in service of the Commissioner have been spreading various rumors without fear. It is unclear what has happened, but still more merchants have packed up and gone home. Many military ships have come and gone at the harbor, probably carrying emergency military provisions... Perhaps I can take advantage of the chaos and confusion to retrieve my stuff from the warehouse. Oh, and I must also remind myself...not to lose this diary again. There are diaries with covers that are more beautiful and elegant, of course... but that's no excuse for replacing the old with something new!\n\nVol. 11:\nA diary left behind by the famed adventurer, Roald. The pages bear both the moist smell of the fog and a certain fungal scent. My exploration of Tsurumi Island has not gone smoothly. Earlier, it was thanks to a local youth named Kama that I was able to leave Ritou successfully and arrive on Tsurumi Island undetected. At his direction, I tried to penetrate the thick fog that shrouds the island and somehow managed to catch a hurried glimpse of the ancient civilization present here, as well as certain dream-like landscapes. However, these memories seem to have dispersed just like a mist might... But I can still clearly remember meeting a small child on this supposedly long-dead island. Perhaps he was nothing but a hallucination I saw under the influence of Elemental Particles floating through the fog, or perhaps the mushrooms on the island were to blame... That child may have just been an illusion or a false memory, and this would certainly follow common logic, of course. But the second time I came, I brought a little more food with me, in hopes that the child would accept them. It must be hard living on a dead island like this one, I thought. The next time I came ashore, I did not inform Kama, and thus got lost in the thick fog very quickly. I tried all means and ways, but could not find my way through the fog — it was as if it was rejecting me for reasons unknown. If it were not for the blonde-haired traveler and the little fairy named \"Paimon,\" I would probably have had to return empty-handed. But they helped me to pick some local Fluorescent Fungus, which is rumored among Inazumans to have coalesced from the memories of the ancient dead of Tsurumi Island, which give them their phosphorescent, ghostly glow. They possess the ability to strengthen the eyes and mind and improve one's memory. I tried some over the last few days, and these fungi do indeed have the ability to calm the heart and cheer the spirit. It appears to be good for digestion as well... That said, I haven't seen any marked improvement in my memory yet. I must remember to leave a few for my friend in Sumeru to conduct research on. Additionally, I found the pictures of the ancient murals that the blonde traveler and Paimon brought to be most fascinating — they are certainly worth further research. That we were able to discover such valuable historical ruins at all is owed to the passion, wisdom, and determination of these two exceptional adventurers." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Dodoco’s Bomb-Tastic Adventure' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Dodoco’s Bomb-Tastic Adventure' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A fairy tale that Lisa wrote based on the special game \"Dodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventure,\" featuring the Spark Knight, Dodoco, special Jumpy Dumpties, the Honorary Knight, and their white-colored helper in their victory over the fishies... Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventure:\nIn the calm waters of Cider Lake, the fish of Mondstadt were enjoying quiet, happy lives... But then, a never-before-seen army of Spikey Fish appeared. They were clad in strange armor and carried small, short swords. Ferocious and oppressive, they soon took over the homes of the local fish. \"Haha! This belongs to the Spikey Fish Kings now!\" To reclaim their homeland and eject the invaders, the fish of Mondstadt asked the strong and imaginative Dodoco and the cheerful and kind Spark Knight for help... \"Jumpy... Eh? We can't use Jumpy Dumpty this time?\" The powerful Jumpy Dumpty bomb would destroy the houses the fish were trying to reclaim, and the lakebed would be utterly wrecked. Another idea was needed. The clever Dodoco and the Spark Knight discussed the problem at length, and came up with the \"Super-Special, Super-Safe, Super-Reliable Jumpy Dumpty\" — small and precise enough to blow up only the bad Spikey Fish, leaving the innocent fishies unharmed. But the name — \"Super-Special, Super-Safe, Super-Reliable Jumpy Dumpty\" — was a little long, and the Spark Knight kept saying it wrong. So, they called the new device the \"Special Jumpy Dumpty\" instead! \"Wait! Allow me to listen out...\" It turned out that Dodoco's long ears weren't just for show. They were great for picking up sounds! Once thrown into the lake, Special Jumpy Dumpties would swim toward wherever the Spikey Fish were active, and Dodoco could hear it all! That allowed the Special Jumpy Dumpties to work their magic at exactly the right spot, defeating the Spikey Fish! But the enemy seemed prepared. There were so many of them! The Spark Knight and Dodoco rushed back and forth, not even stopping to eat. They were almost out of Special Jumpy Dumpties! \"You think you two are enough to beat us, conquerors of the five seas!?\" But what were the \"five seas\" the Spikey Fish spoke of? Could they have overpowered the fish in other places as well? Flummoxed, Dodoco and the Spark Knight returned to the Athenaeum to inquire with the \"Scribe Witch.\" Without needing to crack open a book, the witch chuckled softly: \"Perhaps these 'five seas' simply refer to the north, east, south, west, and center of Cider Lake.\" It finally dawned on the Spark Knight and Dodoco — they'd fallen for a fish story! Unfortunately, the slippery Spike Fishes had seized this opportunity to construct a sturdy barrier reef. They then expertly hid among the aquatic plants, kicking off a devious game of hide-and-seek with Dodoco and the Spark Knight... Now these thorny fishies would be an even greater thorn in their sides! Dodoco and the Spark Knight thus called in help — the Honorary Knight and the Helper in White. With ample experience between them, the two offered just the advice they needed. Looking at a map, the Honorary Knight said: \"Just like with any adventure, you must first determine the direction in which to advance.\" Dodoco understood — by finding a way to control the direction of the blast, they could enhance the Special Jumpy Dumpties' power and reach Spikey Fish further away! Between mouthfuls of dessert, the Helper in White said: \"And if you can make the explosions take all sorts of forms, they'll be even harder to evade!\" The Spark Knight then had an idea: If they made the Special Jumpy Dumpty explode into the shapes of different desserts, they could lure the gluttonous Spikey Fish and wipe them out in one blast! So, Dodoco and the Spark Knight upgraded the Special Jumpy Dumpty with a new ability. This new-and-improved Special Jumpy Dumpty could explode in various shapes that could pass through the lake plants and reach the enemy soldiers hiding in even the trickiest locations. Even if they couldn't deal with the unyielding stones, they could circumvent them — delivering an explosive surprise to the nasty fish behind it. Armed with these Special Jumpy Dumpties, Dodoco and the Spark Knight no longer had to worry about being ambushed by the Spikey Fish! One after another, the Spikey Fish were defeated. When word of this finally reached the Spikey Fish Kings, they swelled up angrily and stormed in to join the battle! In the Honorary Knight and the Helper in White's experience, bulbous blobs were always bad news! When they looked over to the opposing side and saw the hulking Kings, glimmering in gold, they wondered — how were there suddenly so many of them? No matter how they sliced it, this was all rather fishy... Between mouthfuls of dessert, the Helper in White said: \"There's nothing to be afraid of! Maybe these Kings just used berries to paint themselves gold!\" Looking at a map, the Honorary Knight said: \"Even if they dyed themselves with Nilotpala Lotuses, their strength would only increase by 50%. At the end of the day, a fish is still a fish!\" Indeed, to them, \"King\" might have been more like a title, something that looked impressive and intimidating to others. Their golden color did not necessarily mean that they were any stronger! The Spark Knight and Dodoco breathed sighs of relief — Now they wouldn't need to school these fish late into the night and make everyone worry by returning home so late! They'd reached the home stretch. It was time to make quick work of this puzzle! Emboldened by their kings, the soldiers mounted another defense amidst the stones and aquatic plants. They were undaunted! Dodoco, the Spark Knight, the Honorary Knight, and the Helper in White had to come up with a clever countermeasure — how should they deploy their limited number of Special Jumpy Dumpties to defeat all their foes in just a few blasts...? The Spark Knight glanced over at the Helper in White, who was circling the Honorary Knight, and thought of something... \"Wait a minute, if these Spikey Fish only know how to defend against Special Jumpy Dumpties from the front, then all we need to do is go around them, right?\" The Spikey Fish could only move in the water, but the Spark Knight and Dodoco could freely walk around the pond's edge to where they were undefended, and then launch their Special Jumpy Dumpties from there! With smart, precise blasts, the Spikey Fish were completely blown out of the water and sent scattered away in defeat! During their retreat, they even retrieved their things, leaving not one bit of trash in Cider Lake! Dodoco, the Special Jumpy Dumpty, the Spark Knight, the Honorary Knight, and the Helper in White had thus defended Cider Lake together. Life was going swimmingly for the fish of Mondstadt once more! To reward themselves for their hard work, Dodoco, the Special Jumpy Dumpties, the Spark Knight, the Honorary Knight, and the Helper in White rolled out a tablecloth and heartily enjoyed a lakeside picnic. On the menu was Mint Jelly, Caramel Cookies, Berry Cake and Tomato Chili — a sweet, spicy, and refreshing spread! The threat to Cider Lake was now quelled — Dodoco and the Spark Knight had saved the day! And who knows? Perhaps the fruit of this strange encounter — the creation of the Special Jumpy Dumpties — might come in handy again someday!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Draft Hilichurl Ballads' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Draft Hilichurl Ballads' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA Hilichurlian poem created by Ella Musk. According to her, this Recital of Friendship is the work of many hands. Still, you can't help but feel that something sounds a bit off when you read it... Olah! Olah! Yoyo mosi mita! Nye, nye mosi mita, Yeye mosi gusha! Mosi gusha, mosi tiga, Yeye kucha kucha!\n\nVol. 2:\nA Hilichurlian poem created by Ella Musk. According to her, this Recital of Friendship is the work of many hands. Still, you can't help but feel that something sounds a bit off when you read it...\n\nVol. 3:\nA Hilichurlian poem created by Ella Musk. According to her, this Recital of Friendship is the work of many hands. Still, you can't help but feel that something sounds a bit off when you read it..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Fables de Fontaine' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Fables de Fontaine' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A storybook containing various lore and tales, most of which were not written by the author but are compiled from ancient poems which have since been lost. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nThe Maiden and the Sun The adopted daughter of the fox grew to be of marriageable age, her face as gentle as a beautiful spring. Delicate and polite was she, and none could name a lady better. Therefore, the fox said to her daughter, \"My girl, little girl, I am standing in my grave. I may soon no longer be able to care for you as I once did.\" \"Please, choose a husband for yourself. All would be honored to be the one.\" The daughter replied, \"If it shall be so, Mother, please have me wed to the most powerful being in this world.\" \"Ah, and that would be the sun,\" the fox said. \"My son-in-law you shall be, O sun shining in the sky.\" \"No,\" the sun refused. \"These clouds are more powerful, for they block my radiance.\" \"So it is, then. Flowing clouds, those who block the sun's radiance, please marry my daughter.\" \"Oh, that won't do! The wind blows me away so easily. You're better off entrusting her to the wind!\" But the wind was stopped by a mountain, and so the fox went to it. And the mountain demurred, citing conflicts with a mouse. That mouse, when enraged, could bore a tunnel through the mountains, Thus, it was mightier by far than the mountains, was it not? The mouse suggested the cat, the cat the dog, and the dog, the wolf. After having gone through the entire cycle, the Fox found herself facing the sun once more. As thus did the young beauty marry the sun. The story tells the truth that one should accept their destiny, instead of making excuses and trying to evade to the end. No matter how honest, or how cunning, one can never escape the duty one ought to shoulder.\n\nVol. 2:\nThe Crow and the Fox Once upon a time, a crow perched on a tree, a piece of stolen cheese in its beak. Seeing the crow, the fox living under the tree looked up and said, \"Listen, my friend.\" \"The thing in your mouth is no enticing feast,\" \"But a source of misfortune that anyone sane would avoid like the plague.\" \"Look at your throat and then back at the cheese. Are they matched in size?\" \"Swallow it, and you might just lose your life.\" \"The cheesemakers of the city have only let you go,\" \"Because they know this — or do you think they've handed it to you for safe-keeping?\" The crow cared little for such words, and continued holding onto the cheese. Seeing that the crow did not intend to give up yet, the fox spoke up once more: \"My friend,\" \"This cheese is not some valuable delicacy!\" \"Think! When you glided between mountain and forest, free of heed or care,\" \"Did you then hear of something called cheese?\" \"If you would listen, I would say that such a thing was never meant for us to enjoy.\" \"Let it rot in the mountains. Let the wind carry it into the sea,\" \"Better that than to let it become a shackle that binds you.\" The crow fluffed its feathers, but kept its hold on the cheese. Seeing that the crow still would not give up, the fox sighed. \"Come on, my friend,\" \"If you truly must savor the taste of cheese,\" \"I, a mere fox and bystander, shall not stop you.\" \"But surely, you must not know how cheese is best consumed.\" \"If you were to simply swallow it willy-nilly,\" \"It would be a terrible waste of such a rare treasure!\" \"Alas, and such a waste it would be, too, of all the recipes I have spent time gleaning from the lands around the world!\" Suddenly curious, the crow could not help but open its mouth. \"And could you teach me such recipes?\" Even as it did so, the cheese fell to the ground, And the fox snatched it up, before turning tail and burrowing into its nest. This story tells us how those who seek to discover mysteries that they should not know, Shall lose all, even that which they already had.\n\nVol. 3:\nThe Tale of the Donkey Even when dressed to the nines, a Plain Jane will rarely be mistaken for a socialite. Everyone in this world has strengths and weaknesses that are theirs and theirs alone. Thus, the only way forward is to know oneself and face one's own flaws. Don't be like the donkey of this tale, and make an ass of oneself. Having learned how the fox seized the cheese, the donkey sought to emulate the crafty fox. \"Why is the world like this?\" \"The fox is no genius. Why do others always toot her horn?\" \"Do I, the donkey, not labor every day? Yet, no one cares to even greet me with a smile.\" \"Since this is the case, I shall learn from the fox and do the same as she.\" \"Her little tricks, surely, shall be mine in no time.\" Thus, the donkey hid among the trees, and waited for its target to come by. As the daughter of the cheesemaker passed by, the donkey bounded over, And imitating the fox, raised a hoof and said with a smug voice, \"Ha! Listen to me! You know nothing about swift travel.\" \"Just throw all your cheese away. Shall your cart not arrive sooner that way?\" The young lady was shocked, and she immediately replied, \"Oh, you silly donkey! You dare to try to pull my leg?\" \"Get me my stick! I'm driving this beast back to the mill!\" Seeing the stick being waved at it, the donkey ceased speaking at once. This tale explains how trying to be someone else and smothering your own identity, Is by no means beneficial. Indeed, it only leads to more suffering." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Family Letter' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Family Letter' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. The page has already yellowed and become incredibly brittle. A single touch might break it. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nFamily Letter:\nTo Dearest Father I have not written back for some time. How is everything at home? You mentioned that Sensuiko gave birth to a bunch of puppies in your previous letter, but I was swamped with work and couldn't reply sooner. I imagine the puppies have grown a fair bit since you last mentioned them. I think it's wonderful that you plan on giving one to Kenji's parents. Kenji and I have always deeply regretted that our service in the military has prevented us from taking care of you. Hearing that you, Mother, and Kenji's parents have been looking after each other is a great relief to us, far away as we are. Father, please do not worry about how I'm doing in the military. We're being given more than enough food, and our rooms are spacious and clean. I ask for no more than what I am already given here. I've even made a new friend named Matsudaira. If possible, I'd like to invite him to visit our home and try out Mother's cooking. Oh, and one more thing — and I think it's something you'd be proud of. Due to my brave efforts in combat, my superior has promoted me to the rank of Hatamoto! Kenji was also promoted to the same rank, but please let him be the one to tell his parents. Father, I've always believed that when the war is over, Kenji and I will return to our village in honor, and that everything will be different. My pay and pension will be more than enough for us to build a new house and buy a new boat. You and Mother won't need to fish tirelessly to make ends meet. We can enjoy a life of plenty. I will continue to work hard and earn yet more honors to make that happen! Please don't worry, and await our return. Respectfully Yours, Masanori" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Flowers for Princess Fischl' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Flowers for Princess Fischl' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. The preliminary volume of the \"Flowers for Princess Fischl\" series. This work originally came in a violet and black wooden box as a limited edition gift, but many hardcore fans of the series who wanted to collect the whole saga were enraged by the great amount of content versus the small number of copies printed. Due to this, Yae Publishing House would name this book \"Volume 0\" and sell it separately. Eventually, the original work, the boxed collector's edition, and Volume 0 would all come to be regarded as standard by fans. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nPhantasmagoria \"...The dream lives on.\" Such words surely must appear the midst of every tale, and they are largely the words of the Kaiserin of the Immernachtreich. This, surely, is not the enigma that concerns the greatest majority of readers, but we must still start here nonetheless. Ozvaldo Hrafnavins The mighty lord of the Nachtraben. If Fischl's strength in battle might be considered a ten, and the Beasts of the World should have an average of fifteen, then Ozvaldo's strength may be considered thirteen. His great power was on display when he destroyed Dämmerung in Volume 1. *That said, the Nachtvorhang is itself the nemesis of Dämmerung anyway. As for the feelings that Ozvaldo holds towards Fischl, Mr. Nine does not believe it to be romance, but more likely a form of imprinting common to bird-kindred. (Editor-in-Chief's Note: Regardless of what the author says, dear readers, you are free to interpret the personal relationships of the characters from Immernachtreich however you like.) Aside from this, the title \"Prince Nachtraben\" is not a particularly high-flown one, considering that the night ravens have always been known for being conspirators and bearers of curses. Ozvaldo likely insisted on this title, for how could a mere \"King of the Night\" call himself thus before the Immernachtreich? Beast of the World: Gesamtkunstwerk In certain probabilities, this is the Beast of the World that the Immernachtreich would be faced with in this cycle. Its battle strength is around thirty. In a distant causality, if the philosopher Zarathustra was not chosen, then the opera writer would have gained victory in the contest over the will of the world. Once Gesamtkunstwerk takes the stage in the opera theater of the apocalypse, many more Beasts of the World that reside within the center of the universe will inexorably begin to appear as well. In the final volume, the weakness of the Beast of the World: Saint of Seven Tears (whose combat strength was ten, and therefore equal to Fischl) was quite out of the ordinary, and the Saint merely wept for Zarathustra at first, a choice that seems undeserving of any blame. Both Zarathustra and The Musician exist to give praise unto the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. One proclaims the agony she suffers in her heart, while the other proclaims the grandeur of her travails. The Prinzessin, of course, will not favor the latter, for of such things would she be ashamed. Sommernachtgarten It is said that those who are highly-skilled in the magical arts will possess their own unique domains of consciousness. Their loves, hatreds, yearnings, jealousies, adherence, and passions of the soul will be stored here. In the fictional tales of other novels, this space is called Summerland. The Sommernachtgarten of the Prinzessin is something in this vein. That this concept was never well-explored in the end remains quite the pity. The Suspected Eternal Return Quite a few of the finer points of the tale have caused people to wonder if the Kaiserin of the Immernachtreich once experienced all that Fischl has. Fischl's father is undoubtedly not a mere shade. He is majestic and mighty, and helps Fischl to dispel her confusions. As for Fischl's mother, the Kaiserin, her actions and deeds show her to have quite an interesting character indeed. But she will only speak one line, which is, as was noted earlier in this text, \"the dream lives on.\" In the final volume, Fischl's mother had already faded away, and so this volume, naturally, did not have this preceding line. But as the universe entered its denouement and all things within it flowed into the Immernachtreich, she spoke another line of enigmatic intent— \"Find meaning somewhere. The night deepens...\" \"Find meaning somewhere. The night deepens, but the dream lives on.\" Dear readers, I hope that you will all find happiness in this world where the sun still rises each day. Collection of Questions and Answers Q: Dear Mr. Nine, may I ask what the relationship between the Celestial Emperor's daughter in \"Legend of the Shattered Halberd\" and Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort is? A: I felt that the tragedy that unfolded toward the end of Volume 5 of \"Legend of the Shattered Halberd\" was due to the male protagonist, and the Celestial Emperor's daughter's attraction to him. As such, I wanted to write a Prinzessin der Verurteilung who had no need of a male protagonist. This was the scaffold that would come to be \"Flowers for Princess Fischl.\" Eventually, though, I did write the sixth volume of \"Halberd,\" which rescued the ending. There was probably some cross-pollination in the process of writing two series at the same time, but I was personally quite pleased with the result. Q: In a fight between Mir's dad (Khan the Asura and his sword Laevatain) at full strength versus Gesamtkunstwerk, who would come out on top? A: I originally intended to refuse to answer this question, but the editor-in-chief said that she'd axe my next manuscript if I didn't. In which case, my Mora would be on Gesamtkunstwerk. Q: Mr. Nine, you mentioned in \"Farewell Frau Welt\" that you were suffering from hair loss. Are you doing better now? A: Could the Yae Publishing House not accept this sort of question? And do people actually read what gets added in these new editions? (Editor-in-Chief's Note: Oh, but the readers are very concerned about you! And yes, they are also very concerned with the purchase of new editions.)" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Heart of Clear Springs' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Heart of Clear Springs' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA legendary tale passed down by Springvale hunters that portrays an encounter between an unknown young boy and a spring fairy. Under the cascading moonlight, a tearful boy made his wish at the spring. A fairy from afar, who had taken up residence in the unoccupied spring, listened in silence to his wordless wish. Spring fairies know nothing of distant memories or deep dreams. They are born of water's essence, faceless descendants of the angels. Thus, when the curious fairy emerged from the water and heard the cry of that boy's heart, she became interested in this life, younger and more fragile than her own. The silent fairy reached out her formless fingers, cold as the midnight dew and soft as fortune forgone, and gently caressed the boy's forehead and cheeks. Startled by this stranger's touch, the young boy lifted his head and met the fairy's gaze. \"Can you make my wish come true?\" The boy asked. The fairy of the spring was surprised and confused by this presumptuous question. But she could not speak, and so simply nodded her head. Satisfied, the boy left. He did not know that the spring fairy was alone, without friends or family, and that she had lost a great deal of her wisdom. Only when the spring water flowed from cracks in the stone into her pool, and when she gazed upon the fractured image of the moon in the rippling water, did she slowly regain the ability to think, and to mimic fragments of speech. Like a curious child, the fairy observed the world around her in innocence, wonder, and love. She rejoiced with the fox and squirrel who stole berries, and grieved at the dark clouds that covered the horizon. And for that young boy, a feeling complex yet immature welled forth from within her heart. All alone in this world, she had neither the power nor wisdom with which to grant his wish. But she could share it, and she drew life from sharing his burdens.\n\nVol. 2:\nA legendary tale passed down by Springvale hunters that recounts the acquaintance of a spring fairy and a young boy. As he gazed at the fractured image of the moon carried by the water's ripples, the boy poured his heart out to the spring. From within his words, she learned much of him. And from her silence, he strengthened his belief in himself. Dimly, the spring fairy understood that there was good in the world beyond moonlight and fruits, and more to darkness than mere clouds. The boy spoke to her of forests and trees, cities and walls, and shared with her his joys, his sorrows and his fears. As she listened to him, she became enamored of this imperfect world into which she had been born. When the boy grew frustrated at his powerlessness, the spring fairy would gently and quietly wipe away his tears. From them, she grew to understood the world outside the spring a little more. Those tears flowed into the water, and the fairy purified them, turning them into a sweet nectar that brought him sweet dreams. The boy forgot the pain of his waking hours, and met the silent fairy by her spring in his sleep. Every time that happened, the fairy too would smile, asleep in the pool drenched in moonlight. The fresh dew nourished the boy's dreams, and the boy's dreams rejuvenated the lonely fairy's soul. In those dreams, the spring fairy told the boy tales of the faraway realm of Hydro. She spoke of her sapphire-blue homeland, she sang of the homesickness of exile, and she sighed for separation and belonging. In these dreams, the boy became the one who silently listened, who wept for her troubles, and who rejoiced in her happiness. Over time, the spring fairy gained the power of speech from the boy's memories and dreams. Over time, they became friends who shared all.\n\nVol. 3:\nA legendary tale passed down by Springvale hunters that recounts a promise made between a spring fairy and a young boy. When the wind ceased to blow, the moon's fractured reflection in the pool was made whole, and the boy heard the fairy's voice for the first time. Fairies are tender, sensitive beings beyond the ken of humans, and the boy was deeply taken by her gentle, elegiac voice. But fairies being tender and sensitive beyond human ken, through his eyes she saw his naked yearning, and the promise that was about to leave his lips. And suddenly, the fairy was afraid. Mortal lives are strong but fleeting, and the boy must grow, and grow old. Once youth and innocence had faded, how would he treat his elemental descendants? In the twilight of his life, would he blame himself for throwing his life away for a childish promise? The spring fairy was pure and kind, but she did not understand human love. She had never seen the miracle of humanity, and had merely sat idle through millennia of change. And so, she greatly feared parting. What humans see as the miracle of devotion, elemental fairies can only perceive as fleeting pleasure. And even the power of fairies cannot reverse the aging of a loved one. The tender fairy could not bear to see that unavoidable day come, and with a kiss she stopped the boy from uttering the words. But the boy, in his innocence, mistook her rejection as her approval of his promise. From that moment, the fairy vowed that she would someday bear to leave him. And the boy vowed that he would remain by her spring forever.\n\nVol. 4:\nA legendary tale passed down by Springvale hunters that recounts a bitter ending finally faced by a boy who was no longer young and a spring fairy who had not grown old. By and by, the young boy grew up, made new friends, and had new experiences. And the spring fairy, as she had in his youth, sang him her quiet elegies each one. Till the day came at last, when she left, and gazed no more upon the boy. Never again did words flow forth from the trickling sound of the spring. Never again would the fractured moon become whole. The spring fairy suddenly realized that though she had found a place to belong, and though she had experienced fleeting happiness, she was still alone. The boy, now no longer a boy, could not perceive her flight, and blamed himself for his own solitude. \"Perhaps she was merely a childish fantasy.\" He would think this to himself as he listened to the gurgling of the spring. But that cool kiss was real, as was the wind that once played with her hair. Suddenly, he realized that though he had met and parted with countless new friends, and though he had adventured and returned more times than he could remember, he was still alone in the end. So, as they had done many years ago, the boy's tears fell into the pure pond, soaking into the fractured moon. But this time, the spring fairy did not come as promised. Stubbornly she turned her back, willing to be the object of an innocent childhood dream, to be a fleeting guest wandering from a foreign land, but unwilling to allow her near-eternal life to break her lover's promise. Legend has it that whenever the rain pours down, the raindrops that fall into the pond mix with the tears of the spring fairy. To his dying day, the boy believed wholeheartedly in this groundless superstition. But sadly, the spring fairy who fled from her true feelings could never believe it herself." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Heart's Desire' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Heart's Desire' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA collection of fantasy stories centered around a mysterious antique shop. It's widely popular around Teyvat. —Moonlight— Legend tells of a corner of the city that has been forgotten by the wind. To reach that place one must stand before the fountain and close their eyes, then wait for thirty-five heartbeats, then walk seven circles clockwise around the fountain followed by seven further circles anticlockwise. Upon opening one's eyes, one will find they have arrived at a little shop... ———— \"Excuse me, is... is anyone there?\" Veiga asked timidly as she stepped through the door. As the door closed behind her, the bell that hung from it rang out, its crisp and clear sound filling the room and cutting through the dimly lit drudgery. The dull glow of twilight seeped gently through the frosted glass of the display case windows. Stacks of curious objects filled every part of the room. Veiga made her way through the store cautiously, for fear of stepping on something and breaking it. There was no answer. Veiga now began to examine the objects around her more closely: an obscure mechanical component, an ornate ancient lyre, a broken ceramic tile engraved with incomprehensible markings, a pair of old manacles, dented and scratched from years of use, a forgotten crown that once belonged to an aristocrat... At some point as she was inspecting these objects of no apparent utility, the shopkeeper appeared beside her. The shopkeeper's eyes were like those of a fox, with long, slender pupils at their center. \"That fang once belonged to a wolf king. Aside from the gods, it is probably the only thing left that remembers that land the way it used to be... every inch of it covered in ice and snow.\" She spoke softly, \"Welcome to the store. Do you see anything that takes your fancy?\" \"Do you have anything here that can help someone... to forget?\" \"Why, certainly.\" Veiga clutched her chest as she pursued the question further. \"...To forget anything? Even... someone very important?\" The fox-eyed shopkeeper's expression turned stern, and she nodded as she continued: \"I know that the one you wish to forget is a young man with limpid eyes as clear as moonlight. He disappeared a long time ago, and left a deep hole in your heart. Nothing else can fill that hole... all other blessings, no matter how joyful they may be, feel elusive and out of your reach... just like the moonlight before your eyes.\" Veiga was stunned into silence. All she could do was nod along. The fox-eyed shopkeeper smiled and, seemingly out of nowhere, presented a bottle of wine. \"This wine will help you forget your pain.\" \"Long ago in the age when the icy winds blew, our forebears brewed this wine in secret, deep within the frozen earth, to give them the strength to keep surviving. The method they used to brew this kind of wine was forgotten when the people's fate took a turn for the better, and their lives became more joyful.\" She tilted the wine bottle back and forth. \"There is not much left. And since it seems you have an affinity with this store, this one is for free. Provided, of course, that this is what you really want...\" Veiga took the goblet of wine from the fox-eyed shopkeeper's hand. The goblet must once have been adorned with a precious gemstone. But it had since been removed, and now the only clue to its existence was the empty, lonely indentation it had left behind... When Veiga regained consciousness she was stood in front of the fountain. \"Hmm? What am I doing here?\" She wondered to herself. As the moon shone down brightly, she began briskly walking back home. The glow of twilight had all but disappeared now, and if she didn't get back soon... She had forgotten all about the strange store, from the route that had taken her there to everything that had happened inside. ———— \"She's gone.\" The fox-eyed shopkeeper said, after the door had shut and the bell had stopped ringing. A young man, one with limpid eyes as bright as moonlight, stepped into view from the back of the store. \"Thank you.\" \"How many times has she visited now?\" \"Six... No, seven. Seven times.\" The young man hesitated for a moment, and then asked, \"Does the wine really work? It's not that I don't trust you, it's just—\" The shopkeeper smiled, though the meaning of her smile was ambiguous. \"This wine causes those who drink it to forget their pain. But your shared history is not a painful thing for her. All this wine can do is to help her temporarily forget her longing for you, and the grief of losing you...\" \"Whenever she sees the moonlight, she will see you reflected in it, and the memories will start coming back... the time you met at Ludi Harpastum, the afternoon spent beneath the tree at Windrise, the view from Cape Oath, the time you sneaked out of the midsummer celebrations together, hand in hand, the song and the feathered cape you offered to her at the assembly of the traveling bards... All of these are memories she will be reluctant to part with.\" \"...I do have another bottle of wine in my shop, one that can make someone truly forget everything. If you wish... I could give her that to drink, instead?\" She smiled slightly as she watched the young man. After a long silence, he let out a sigh. \"Tell me — why do you insist on leaving her?\" \"Ah, well... it's this. This is the reason.\" The young man reached into his breast pocket and took out a spherical object made of crystal. Unknown symbols could be discerned faintly flickering inside it. \"I am led to believe that people who receive one of these will one day disappear from this world.\" \"If that is so, then the earlier I leave the better. She is still young... if she forgets me now, then she will still have time.\" \"Well, well, well...\" sneered the shopkeeper. \"So. You are one of the chosen.\" \"It would appear so. But do you... know anything about what happens to the chosen in the end?\" The young man asked eagerly. She forced a smile, but did not reply. \"I should be leaving. Now I am the owner of this thing, I suppose I should get on with doing the things that are expected of me.\" \"And if she returns? What would you have me do?\" \"I think... I think we should leave her to handle it on her own.\" \"What a heartless man you are.\"\n\nVol. 2:\nA collection of fantasy stories centered around a mysterious antique shop. It's widely popular around Teyvat. —Glaze— Legend tells of a corner of the harbor that has been forgotten by the mountain rocks and the sound of the crashing waves. To reach that place one must stand in the sea breeze and close their eyes, walk forty-nine steps away from the clamor of the crowds, then wait till the sound of one's own heartbeat drowns out the voices in the background. Upon opening one's eyes, one will find they have arrived at a little shop... ———— \"Hello? Anyone in?\" Yu'an called out. He tried the door, and let himself in. The bell continued to ring after the door had closed and as he made his way further inside. The faint sound of crashing waves seeped into the store, like a distant memory. Piles of seemingly random artifacts were stacked all the way through from where he stood to the other end of the long and narrow shop. Yu'an looked apprehensively at the range of items throughout the store, somewhat intimidated by the thought of his silken robes being covered in dust that was potentially even older than he. Old lanterns made of now-yellowing paper, a giant fang from some unknown monster, brilliant black aerosiderite from the depths of space, a dull gold-colored geometric object built with a mortise and tenon crafted from an unknown material... As he picked up a small bottle filled with a fine white crystalline powder, he heard a soft voice coming from someone who was now stood next to him. \"That is salt formed from the residue of an ancient archon's tears—\" The voice caught him off guard, breaking the long silence like a stone disrupts the surface of a pool of still water. Startled, he dropped the bottle he held in his hand. But the sound of smashing glass his ears were anticipating never came. The shopkeeper, who had fox-like eyes with slender lines for pupils, had somehow caught the bottle and returned it to its place on the shelf. \"I'm, er... Huh, I can't remember who it was, but... someone recommended this place to me.\" She gave a slight nod that acknowledged she had heard him, but was ambiguous as to what she thought about it. \"Welcome to the store. Do you see anything that takes your fancy?\" \"I'm looking for a gift for... she's a girl I like.\" \"I've been thinking of proposing to her, and I'd like to have a gift to go with it.\" Yu'an nervously bit his lower lip as he looked up to face the shopkeeper directly. She had mysterious golden eyes that reminded him of Cor Lapis. They looked at each other for a long time in silence. Finally, she spoke: \"Very well.\" Her slender figure disappeared back into the depths of the store. When she returned, she held in her hand an object that gave off a faint iridescent glow. On closer inspection, it was revealed to be an exquisitely cut ten-sided illuminating crystal. \"I trust you will have heard the legend of the crystal heart?\" He hadn't. But he nodded anyway. \"It is made from a variety of crystal called illuminating crystal. Man-made versions exist, but they are pale imitations. True illuminating crystal is capable of revealing the secrets of one's heart, for it is formed from the unfulfilled desire and grief of illuminated beasts of the highest order when they reach the end of their life. Please, take a look...\" She gestured to Yu'an that they should both watch the faintly flashing images emerging from within the crystal. Tens of thousands of years flashed by before his eyes. Like the continuous shifting of the clouds, stars turned to water and water turned to land. Snow melted and gave way to green pastures. Rivers cut their way through the open country. He watched cities rise like ants' nests and kingdoms topple like toy building blocks... ...The twilight grew dim. Moonlight zigzagged its way across the uneven surface of the ocean. When Yu'an regained consciousness, he found himself walking by the docks. The crystal he held tightly in his hand had become warm, as if blood pulsed through it. \"This is a wondrous crystal heart indeed,\" he thought to himself, increasing his pace as he walked on under the moonlight. \"All I need to do is give this to her... Once that's done, then I can... I must...\" ———— The bell that hung from the door rang out, crisp and clear. \"Welcome to the store. Do you see anything that takes your fancy?\" \"I'd like to exchange this — well, I don't know if it counts as a gemstone, or...\" The finely cut crystal sparkled brightly, scattering rays of light throughout the room. \"It was given to me by a man who's been pursuing me. He said that if we looked into it together, we would see many marvelous things.\" \"But somehow I just find it makes me feel uncomfortable. It's a beautiful gem, of course, I just... each time I think of him, I get so exasperated. So I wondered if this store would be willing to take it off my hands.\" \"I understand. But this is a highly prized ten-sided illuminating crystal. For what quantity of Mora would you be willing to part with it?\" \"Actually, I do not want for money. But let me see... what's this — it looks like salt? It's about time I went to Sal Terrae to pay my respects again. If it's okay with you, this is all I need in return for the gem.\" ———— The fox-eyed shopkeeper sat alone at the back of the shop, turning the geometrically flawless crystal in her hand. \"In you, I have seen unpleasant things. That fellow's true nature, it is unbelievable... it is upsetting.\" \"That said, when it comes down to it he is but a lowlife opportunist who wishes to marry into a wealthy and prestigious family in the salt industry, and will do whatever is necessary to achieve his wish. Had this not come to light, it is entirely possible that they may still have enjoyed a happy life together, despite it not being born out of genuine mutual affection. After all, happiness is but a state of mind — it is not related to love.\" She took a dainty sip of wine, and smiled mockingly at the thought of her own vanity. \"But the fact is, I simply have zero tolerance for people like that.\" \"On the other hand, it is delightfully straightforward opening up to a complete stranger. I know that once he sets foot outside that door, we never have to meet one another again — so what does it matter if I reveal a little truth to him? Perversely, the closer two people become, the more one seeks to gain, and so you must be on your guard. But how could he have known...\" \"I'm sorry, this has all been quite the imposition on you. But it is truly wonderful to have this back.\" She lowered her gaze and continued, \"This is, after all, your heart that you have left behind. I will be sure to treasure it... But don't you think it's fun? Taking a trip down into the world once in a while, seeing what people are like nowadays?\"\n\nVol. 3:\nA collection of fantasy stories centered around a mysterious antique shop. It's widely popular around Teyvat. —Sapphire— Legend tells of a corner of the city that has been forgotten by the wind. To reach that place one must stand in the center of the plaza and close their eyes, walk seven circles clockwise around the plaza followed by seven anticlockwise circles, take forty paces forward and then wait till the cries of the birds can no longer be heard in the wind. Upon opening one's eyes, one will find they have arrived at a little shop... ———— The shopkeeper, who had fox-like eyes with slender lines for pupils, opened the glass double doors to let in the bright moonlight, which seemed to sweep up the stardust from across the night sky and sprinkle it down upon the counter. Everything, from the ostentatious flowers, the dust-covered harpastum, and the old books rendered illegible by years of erosion, to the now-stringless old longbow, appeared as the opulent halls of the ruling aristocrats might have done in times of old — covered in a shiny silver coating, though this was a silver that came from the cold light of the night sky. \"Hey. Business any good these days?\" This audacious alternative to the courteous greeting most people would opt for in the circumstances came from somewhere deep in the back of the shop. The shopkeeper turned around. A familiar customer was sat nonchalantly on her armchair in the part of the shop that the moonlight did not reach. \"Business is fine. But these days, it would appear, I need to watch out for burglars.\" The shopkeeper responded with a slight smile. \"That's it? You're going to turn away your oldest customer, just like that?\" The customer let out a sigh, \"There's nothing in your shop that's worth me spending money on anyway. I mean, if I really had to pick something...\" \"Well? How was the... hunt?\" \"What do you mean? You think I'm just here to offload some loot again?\" The \"hunter\" let out a displeased grunt at the shopkeeper's insinuation. But the shopkeeper continued to smile. \"Why, of course not. When have I ever heard you use the word \"loot\" before?\" \"On the contrary... all the \"exchanged goods,\" \"free gifts,\" \"philanthropic donations,\" \"bestowals\" and so on that you have so generously given over the years... why, they must make you the most charitably inclined burglar to roam the streets, no?\" \"Well, that's not why I'm here this time. This time I am here to ask for something from you... the wine. That special wine you've got that helps you forget about the one you long for.\" Though a burglar by trade, this customer was nevertheless valiant at heart. His words lacked courtesy, but the smile on his face was entirely earnest. \"I'm terribly sorry. Somebody has already bought it.\" He looked, and somehow, she was now holding in her hand the wine flask that he had discreetly slipped into his breast pocket earlier. \"Each item in this store is spoken for. This particular one has already been bought by a customer who will turn up at some point in the future.\" \"It seems your sleight of hand is superior to my own. What a disgrace I am...\" The burglar of valor said with a pained smile. \"I discovered recently that the feeling of longing for someone is heavier to carry than gold. In my line of work I am forever leaping between rooftops and running along rafters. I need to cut out whatever... unnecessary weight I can.\" \"...I wonder if the girl with the sapphire-blue eyes feels the same weight that I feel?\" ———— Suddenly, the shopkeeper was startled by the jingle of the door bell. The customer who had just arrived was a blue-eyed sorceress with a Pole in her hand and a tall, slender figure to match. The marks on her face bore witness to her persecution by the aristocrats. Ignoring the piles of random objects strewn around the store, she marched straight to the counter like a sword lunging toward its opponent's heart. \"Welcome to the store. Do you see anything that takes your fancy?\" \"I have an item I wish to exchange.\" Her tone sounded cold but fragile, like thin ice in the moment that it shatters. As the sorceress spoke, she placed a giant blue crystal onto the counter. \"A burglar pried this from an aristocrat's silver goblet. He gave it to me as a gift, and then I was punished by my master for it.\" \"But that was many years ago. I had thought that with the passage of time my anger would be quenched and my desire to see him again would fade away...\" \"Very well. What sum of Mora do you ask for in return?\" The sorceress gestured toward the tableware cabinet, in which stood an aristocrat's silver goblet with its gemstone missing. The fox-eyed shopkeeper turned the crystal in her hand, flooding the room with the brilliant blue light that reflected off its surface. \"I see. Well, provided that this is what you really want...\" When a person encounters a setback, the worry that everything shall come to a fruitless conclusion appears. The advent of fear causes cracks to appear in the mind. Death follows easily in the footsteps of fear, like a damp cold that, to the unprepared, pierces to the bone. For many, it is only in the moment that death is upon them that it dawns on them that their weakness has now been targeted with fatal consequences — and that at some point, therefore, that weakness must have been exposed. Lifting the blue crystal up into the moonlight, the shopkeeper gazed at it intently with her fox-like eyes with slender lines for pupils. She watched with delight as the crest of the ruling family came into view, faded out, and came back into view once more. Legends claim that peering into a pure gemstone at a specific time can reveal the past, the future, and even someone's true nature. Just as legends claim that somewhere in the world, there is a field of dandelions as vast as the sea. Or that once there were three bright moons in the night sky named Aria, Sonnet and Canon, sisters who were parted by death in a great catastrophe. Or that there was once a witch who could see death before it took place, but in the end herself died from a broken heart, as he who had stolen it from her waited in distant lands longing to see her again. One thing she knew for certain was that even if she were to abandon these objects, the legends attached to them would not disappear, and the way the stories ended could not be undone. In which case, it seemed to make sense to collect all the legends and stories she could in her shop.\n\nVol. 4:\nA collection of fantasy stories centered around a mysterious antique shop. It's widely popular around Teyvat. —Heart of Stone— Legend tells of a corner of the harbor that has been forgotten by the mountain rocks and the sound of the crashing waves. To reach that place one must stand in the sea breeze and close their eyes, walk forty-nine steps away from the clamor of the city streets, then wait until complete silence replaces the sound of the voices in the background, the only remaining sound being that of one's own heartbeat. Upon opening one's eyes, one will find they have arrived at a little shop... ———— \"Is anybody in?\" The man tapped on the front door as he called out. He was draped in a raincoat. He peered in through the dusty windows at the objects on display around the store — a bottle of glimmering stardust, a broken blade that gleamed like ice, a painting on a roll of paper that the years had turned yellow, an elixir that gave off a mysterious aurora, a tile thinly coated with a gel-like substance... He entered the store. The door closed behind him. He walked over to the counter and began inspecting the weird and wonderful objects in the store. All seemed to be relics from a bygone era. Then, a soft female voice came from beside him. \"Welcome to the store. Do you see anything that takes your fancy?\" Taken by surprise, he turned to face the speaker, a fox-eyed shopkeeper, who let out a faint smile. \"Here's the thing... I'm looking for a certain something that can help me settle an old score.\" The man spoke with a voice that was clear and resonant, but that had a hint of apprehensiveness about it — one which did not seem to fit with his physical appearance. \"Oh? Very well then.\" The shopkeeper's golden fox-like eyes flickered as she examined this new customer of hers who was draped in a soaking-wet raincoat. She gave a nod. She leaned down to search in the bottom of the cabinet. When she stood up a moment later, she was holding a large and beautiful piece of Cor Lapis. The Cor Lapis in the shopkeeper's hand gently glowed a dark shade of gold, much in the same way that her eyes did. The man took the stone from her hand and studied it closely in the moonlight. In this light, the Cor Lapis seemed to reveal a deep turbulence concealed within its soft golden hue. His hands were still trembling. \"Cor Lapis is the soul of the rocks. Even the hardest and most resilient of rocks will, over time, eventually produce a pure, limpid soul.\" The shopkeeper's voice seemed to be coming from a distant place. The man gave a nod. \"This is precisely what I was looking for.\" The man solemnly responded, and placed a heavy sack of Mora upon the counter. Then, he left the store and ventured off into the midnight rain. ———— \"That's what happened.\" After the shopkeeper had spoken, she narrowed her fox-like eyes and examined the customer in front of her. \"Did he say nothing else at all?\" Judging by his appearance, the young man was presumably a miner. His eyes betrayed an urgency that he could not contain. But the shopkeeper responded simply by calmly shaking her head. \"He left a sack of Mora with blood stains on the outside.\" Like a pool of water, the shopkeeper's voice was calm and still, but also icy cold. \"That is precisely what I was looking for.\" The young man let out a long sigh. It seemed he wanted to evade the golden gaze of the fox-eyed shopkeeper. \"In return, I will give you a story.\" The shopkeeper nodded her head to indicate that he should continue. \"That man in the raincoat... I used to go mining with him, up in the mountains. I wanted to make a name for myself. He just wanted to support his family...\" \"One rainy night we broke open a rock to find that substantial piece of Cor Lapis inside. The pure golden glow that radiated from its surface was a more breathtaking sight to behold than all the marvels of Jueyun Karst put together...\" \"We agreed that we would split it fifty-fifty once we got back to Liyue Harbor. But that night, under cover of the deafening roar of the torrential rain... I discreetly made it so that that clifftop would be his final resting place...\" \"I did it because I was scared I couldn't trust him... I couldn't trust in a promise that, aside from ourselves, only the adepti could have heard — and they're probably imaginary anyway.\" \"So... Fear won me over. I could bring myself to accept that the whole sum could be mine if I was willing to get blood on my hands, but I couldn't bring myself to accept the risk of traveling with a stranger...\" \"The following morning, I let down my rope and began my descent down the cliff. I had taken maybe four steps, five or six perhaps, and I was adjusting my footing on a rock when suddenly, I felt the rope trembling in the palms of my hands... Instantly that same trembling permeated every fiber of my being...\" \"I lifted my head to look at the rope, but it was too late...\" \"The last thing I remember seeing was the torn rope fibers at the end of the snapped rope.\" \"Only a hunting knife could have made a clean cut like that. I am sure of it.\" \"Then, in the end, you two settled your score.\" The fox-eyed shopkeeper smiled so faintly it was all but indiscernible. \"He takes the Cor Lapis, and you take the whole sum of money for it.\" The young man did not say much in reply. ———— Legends claim that Cor Lapis is the soul of the rocks of the earth, and that the stronger the life force of the rock the more power it possesses to reveal a person's true nature. Some say that even after its owner has left the world, Cor Lapis will bring their unfulfilled desire and regret back into it, waiting for one with the ability to fulfill them. So the legends claim. It had now been around four hours since the two strange customers had left the store. The rain continued to pour down. The shopkeeper stood by the window for a long time, peering out at the dark street engulfed in misty rain. \"But... Is the score truly settled? And are they now truly free? \" She spoke as if posing her question to the curtain of rain, but knowing that the answer would never come." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Hex & Hound' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Hex & Hound' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nSometimes, feelings are like the summer rain, coming out of nowhere and catching you unprepared. A nostalgic summer story set in the age of aristocrats begins right here. As is known to all, the Lawrence Clan is a noble family of considerable notoriety. The nobles idle away their time, extorting the common folk to furnish their lavish lifestyles. They lead licentious lives. Under their cruel governance, countless unspeakable crimes are committed against the people. Although the common folk unanimously resent the nobles' greed, they are powerless to speak a single word against them. Young Dietrich was a highborn noble. He hadn't yet committed any deplorable crimes at his tender age. In fact, his swordsmanship was reputedly exceptional among the noble circles. If you wished to find something to cavil about, it would have been his short temper and chronic delusion that the whole universe revolved around him. Such traits, of course, are not uncommon among the sons of nobility, so it wasn't of any major concern. However, given that he was born into the Lawrence family name, it was only a matter of time before he would get drafted into the ranks of the other scoundrels. It was at this time that the young scoundrel decided upon the first reckless act of his life. A short while earlier, Dietrich had made up his mind to skip the Grand Mage's discourse on the elements in favor of a bit of fun outside the confines of the city. As he pressed his way through the streets crowded with commoners, his gaze fell upon a young lass with blonde hair and blue eyes. Dietrich was at a loss for words for the emotions that bubbled in his heart at that moment. The only thing he was certain of was that his heart had never thumped so loudly, or so uncontrollably, within his chest. \"So this must be how dear Mother feels when she sees her kitty.\" As Dietrich kept thinking in his heart, he suddenly found himself moving towards where she was standing. Much to his dismay, the young commoner girl didn't so much as bat an eyelid at him. After making his identity known to her, she didn't display even the slightest sign of any interest. Convinced that this commoner didn't understand what was good for her, he decided that he would carry her off under the cover of night. \"Once I take her, I'll lock her away in a cage, just like dear Mother would when her kitty is being naughty.\"\n\nVol. 2:\nMoney doesn't solve all your problems, but it can certainly solve a lot of them! A young woman's summer vacation in Mondstadt opens to the melodic tune of a symphonic sum of Mora. The plebeian lass arrived in the city on one fine sunny day. Her long golden hair shone like the spring sunshine, and her blue eyes sparkled like the gleaming waves in the afternoon sun. It's hard to imagine how such a girl could travel alone from the monster infested outskirts all the way to the city. \"To call her suspect would only be an insult to her beauty!\" Thus shouted the drunken gate sentry among the clamor of the crowded tavern. His earnings from guarding the gate that day were especially bountiful, enough to keep his cup brimming until dawn at least. \"We all know you were just dumbstruck by her beauty!\" The man next to him pulled no punches. \"Hah, what do you know! Do I look like one to go frolicking after ladies? I'll show you what I really have my eye on!\" The soldier promptly pulled out his money purse and shook it in his hand. \"Good heavens! Today, drinks are on you!\" \"You heard the man, drinks all around! I'm just worried that one more will be one too many for ya!\" ... So this traveling scholar who went by the name of Nottie settled into her newfound life in the city. Nottie spoke in a quiet, gentle manner. A rumor eventually began floating around the streets claiming that if you exchanged a few words with Nottie during the day, you would have sweet dreams the following night. Apart from this, the new girl didn't disturb the lives of those in the city in any manner. After all, the people not only had their daily lives to deal with, but also the constant oppression from the nobility. \"Oh, I thought life in the city would be simple. I never imagined it would be like this...\" As rays of sunset filled her room, she tilted her head and rested it on her hands. Sitting beside the table, her fingers seemed to be circling around something. Her words flowed like a magical chant with the power to persuade people into believing almost anything.\n\nVol. 3:\nEven when you live in a safe city, you should watch out for the wolves that lurk in the night... Something more impossible to master than mass hypnosis is revealed within these pages. Night came. The faint howl of a wild beast could be heard echoing in the distance. It seemed to be the cry of a wolf. Nottie sat on her bed and lifted her long sleeves to reveal a bone-white armband carved in the fashion of a coiling snake. The serpent's head was strikingly lifelike with its mouth stretched open to reveal its fangs. Its neck was reared back as if ready to pounce on its prey the very next moment. The snake's slithering body was wrapped around her arm, emitting a dangerous aura under the rays of the magical lamps that lit the room. \"Goodnight, my dear sister.\" Nottie gently petted the armband, rubbing her pinkie playfully along the snake's tail. Shortly after, the magic lamps went out and the entire room was draped in darkness. The darkness of night brought Nottie boundless power. So Nottie was already wise to the unknown presence the moment it entered the room. Sitting on the bed, Nottie could clearly see Dietrich as he quietly gathered her clothes and felt his way around in the dark. It became harder and harder for Nottie to hold back her laughter, until Dietrich was just in front of her. Dietrich met the same dazzling eyes that occupied his mind all day. But her eyes were somehow different now. They were no longer blue like water as Dietrich had seen that day. At this moment, they were filled with the night, devoid of waves, tranquil like the depths of the sea. \"Here, drink the water in this cup.\" That was the last thing Dietrich heard before his consciousness faded away.\n\nVol. 4:\nEven a dog can learn basic things like upper-class etiquette — or so insists a certain non-nonsense teacher from afar. The cup fell from his languid hand as Dietrich collapsed to the floor. Nottie crouched beside Dietrich and relieved him of the saber sheathed upon his waist. She stroked the hilt of the blade for a moment before pulling back her hand, and a black gemstone that had been inlaid in the hilt fell into her palm. \"How convenient... You have brought the Eye of Eternal Night right to me. Thank you.\" Removing the snake armband as she spoke, she placed the black gemstone in the mouth of the snake. Scales and flesh began to quickly ripple from the snake's head down its body. A small black snake uncoiled in Nottie's hands, slithering off her palm and falling to the floor. The snake began to enlarge, forming into a massive python with red eyes and black scales, its twisting body almost filled the whole room. Nottie extended her hand and as the magical lamps illuminated the room, the python began to shrink down again and coiled back around her arm. \"Hmm? Are you hiding?\" Nottie turned her gaze to beneath the bed. Under which she found... A dog. It was trembling uncontrollably, probably frightened by the python a moment before. \"Oh, what a pity. I wanted to turn you into a wolf, but it seems you turned into a dog instead!\" Although Nottie's words seemed to be apologizing, her voice lacked any hint of remorse. Dietrich still hadn't realized what had happened yet. It was only by pure instinct that he had scurried under the bed. Only then did he begin to come to his senses. He tried to say something after hearing Nottie's words, but no matter how hard he tried, only \"woof woof woof\" would come out. After hearing himself, Dietrich panicked and dashed out from under the bed. No matter how many times Dietrich leaped in front of the mirror, or how many times he howled in disbelief, the reflection of a striking young noble never appeared again. Dietrich then turned with a snarl and leaped towards Nottie. Without even being the least bit startled, she simply glanced at him with folded arms. Suddenly Dietrich could no longer move toward her, no matter how hard he tried. \"That's not the proper etiquette for addressing a lady. Hmm... It seems you need to be trained!\"\n\nVol. 5:\n\"Be a good dog! Yes, there's no reward for getting it right, but there's still a punishment for getting it wrong!\" The witch in black makeup smirked. \"Allow me introduce myself again. I am Nottfriga, but perhaps you're more familiar with my nickname. People call me the Enchantress of the Night.\" As she spoke, her long golden hair began to gradually darken, eventually turning black as the night sky outside the window. Her once sky-blue eyes were now pitch-black, ushering in the darkness of night. \"I am your master now. Of course, I will need to train you well.\" Nottfriga knelt down and placed a necklace that seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the still struggling Dietrich. The necklace shrank in size until it fit perfectly around his furry neck. No matter how he thrashed his head about or clawed at it, the necklace would not budge. \"Tsk, we've already wasted so much time. Come, we're leaving.\" With that, Nottfriga set off towards the city. Dietrich whimpered along the way with all the strength he could muster, wishing he could simply run back to his villa. But he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. The necklace Nottfriga had placed on him seemed to somehow control him, so he had no choice but to follow behind her. Nottfriga glanced back at the reluctant Dietrich dawdling behind her, and curled a strand of her hair around her finger. \"Although it is certainly amusing to watch you struggle in your current state, you are much too noisy. So unless you'd like a taste of my new Silence of the Night spell, you'd better keep your yapping mouth shut.\" The whole world seemed to fall into silence at that moment. Intuition told Dietrich that it'd be best not to become the latest test subject for Nottfriga's new spell.\n\nVol. 6:\n\"Message From the Editor: Thank you for your support, everyone! We've managed to snag our erstwhile author from the bowels of The Cat's Tail! Although they look drunker than a sodden dandelion, continued serialization should pose no problem! We hope for your continued support from here on out as well!\" Dietrich witnessed the fall of the house of Lawrence. Who knew where Mother's kitty had gone. His father, driven to distraction, and his mother, hysterical, were so close by, and yet no matter how he shouted, they did not pay him any heed. \"Arf...\" Dietrich lowered his head, but before he could speak again, the ground opened up beneath him. A pair of old crone's hands stretched out from the ground, seizing him by the neck. Then he fell, and his fall seemed not to end, till at last he crashed to earth at the feet of the old witch. Strangely, it hurt not at all. Something hooked onto Dietrich's necklace, and he found himself hoisted up bodily. All before him was darkness, and he could only see one thing — that which was below him. It was a steaming pot, filled with some unknown black substance that gurgled and belched. There were some solids in there, too, and when he looked, he could espy spiderwebs and the bones of venomous vipers... Into his ear crept Nottfriga's voice: \"Ah, I have you now, my last ingredient. Once I've put you in, my stew of life eternal shall be complete. Hahaha!\" \"Woof! Woof! Woof!\" Let me go, you dastardly witch! Dietrich struggled with all his might, not thinking for a moment that the bond of the hitherto inescapable necklace would suddenly be so easily slipped— \"Ar—\" And so he fell... He heard nothing more, naught else but the howling wind and Nottfriga's crazed laughter whipping about his ears.\n\nVol. 7:\n\"A good person, one who smiles as she gives out dog biscuits...\" What is the true identity of the strange young woman in the familiar forest? \"Wake up—\" Dietrich felt his body being rocked gently. \"Are you alright?\" A hand reached over as if to check his breathing. It was a familiar voice... Gentle as the April breeze, and genial as the March sun. Dietrich forced his eyes open, and before them— Was the golden-haired, blue-eyed girl. \"Ah, wonderful, you're finally awake,\" she said with a smile. \"This place... Is this... Celestia?\" Dietrich wondered. \"No, I'm afraid it's just an ordinary forest,\" the girl replied. Then Dietrich's senses returned to him, and he knew then that the young lady before him was the source of all his troubles — the wicked old witch, Nottfriga! In a flash, he had recovered, and leaping a distance away from her he maintained a guarded stance. \"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Ah, I must've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Magdalene. I'm, well, Nottfriga's younger sister.\" So saying, Magdalene gave the finger behind her back a twirl — a calming spell of light magic, and she approached Dietrich. \"Come now, it's alright.\" At this did Dietrich indeed calm down. He desired to ask the girl before him how she could understand him — but he could still do naught but bark. \"Oh, this? It is but a small spell. My sister knows it too.\" \"Woof, woof woof!?\" So that crone did hear what I said, and simply pretended not to so she might string me along!? \"Well... Still, Nottfriga is actually a gentle person.\" And speaking of her sister, Magdalene smiled gorgeously once more. \"...\"\n\nVol. 8:\n\"Heavens, I spoke ill of a witch to her face!\" \"Oh, what a bad boy. Still, discipline is a master's duty, so there's nothing for it~\" The curtains rise on the witch's cruel secret— \"Do witches trade their brains for mighty magic? I can't get through to her at all..\" Dietrich thought to himself as he followed the golden-haired maiden, who rambled on about something or another. \"Ah, don't say that! If my sister heard you, she would be most angry.\" Magdalene said this in a quiet voice as she looked at Dietrich. \"Woof woof woof, woof?\" Well, you needn't tell her, do you... Wait, how did you know what I was thinking? \"Ah... But. It. Is. Too. Late. Now.\" Dietrich lifted his head in alarm at the rising pressure above him— Her expression had not changed at all... But even so... He knew that the girl before him was now changed. \"It seems that your nightmare has been of some use — for your memory, at least. But as I see it, you are still far from adequate.\" That proud, cold voice from on high — yes, surely this was Nottfriga. \"Well then, I suppose I shall leave the Essence of the Inmost Heart inside you.\" What on earth was the \"Essence of the Inmost Heart\"... Wait, no. Magdalene had mentioned just such a thing. \"Don't worry! The nightmare from before was a falsehood. My sister placed the Essence of the Inmost Heart into you, and it can see your fears. That is why you dreamed of the things you fear most.\" \"But I think that my sister must've done it for your good. She is, after all, a most gentle soul.\" ... Dietrich's fur stood on end, and he trembled as he peeked at Nottfriga, banishing any other thoughts from his mind. \"Hah, it seems that my teachings have been quite useful indeed. Well then, let us be on our way.\" Dietrich's frightened appearance pleased his master, the witch.\n\nVol. 9:\n\"What does the death of a warm spring day feel like?\" So the young maiden said one morning, in defiance of all common logic. \"I suppose it must feel... furry?\" This was a forest without end. A fine mist shrouded the area and the golden rays of dawn shone through the canopy, scattering themselves upon the emerald earth below. At this moment, Magdalene was clutching a dog — indeed, this was Dietrich — as she kept up a leisurely pace. The golden-haired maiden traipsed upon the gnarled roots of massive trees like an elegant swan, lithely making her way through the woods. \"How fortunate that she is currently Magdalene. If it were that hag Nottfriga, she would certainly make me walk or use some sort of magic to force me to run. This path is not made for dogs — no, not even humans could traverse it. There isn't even a road, only trees... Ah, it would be nice if Magdalene could keep carrying me like this...\" Dietrich's thoughts meandered as he turned to look at Magdalene. The morning light danced upon her face. She possessed a beauty that could not be considered lesser than any noblewoman's. Her light complexion and gentle expression made her seem delicate, like the short-lived morning dew born upon on flower petals. \"Magdalene's skin is so fair... I daresay none of the nobles I've met can compare to her,\" Dietrich thought as he gazed upon the girl. \"Let me tell you a story. That is, I'm already dead,\" Magdalene suddenly spoke.\n\nVol. 10:\nAfter all, none can live and still obtain release. A long time ago, there was a witch who gave birth to twin daughters. However, witches are unable to keep two offspring from the same generation. That is the price they pay, the cost of their enormous power. But this witch had already reached the apex of mastery in dark magic. She offered her own life force to preserve the life of her twins. Still, this solution could not last forever, and as the last of the witch's life force faded, the day of their fated farewell arrived at last. In death, the witch was finally freed from the world. The surviving elder sister, Nottfriga, inherited everything, and felt entirely responsible for the passing of her younger sister, Magdalene. Luckily for Nottfriga, she inherited the witch's talent for dark magic. Using herself as a vessel, she summoned Magdalene's soul using complicated magical symbols and obscure incantations. Then, she read all of the leather-bound books in the tower, and combining what she learned with dark magic and alchemy, created a new vessel. However, the ability to place her sister's soul inside the vessel and bring her back to life was not only a forbidden art in light magic, it was also exceptionally difficult — especially for Nottfriga, who knew no light magic whatsoever. Nevertheless, Nottfriga's insistence on bringing Magdalene back spurred her on, and eventually she found a solution. She transformed the vessel into a serpent bracelet that she wore on her wrist, and set out on an adventure. \"My beloved sister, when this is all over, we will never be apart again...\"\n\nVol. 11:\n\"I should just stuff that noisy puppy yapper of yours...\" \"Woof, woof!\" That day, the young maiden gave her loyal dog something precious... The last ray of light was fading, and darkness was about to engulf the forest. \"It's time to switch, my dear elder sister.\" Suddenly, Magdalene put down Dietrich, whom she had been holding in her arms. \"One last thing, elder sister — I have a present for you. I hope you like it.\" With this, light slowly began to shine from her fingers, gradually forming a dazzling ball of light. This was Magdalene's light magic. \"Alright, from now on, you have to be well behaved. Shh, don't say anything.\" \"What? Why are you being so mysterious... Ugh.\" Before Dietrich could react, he had quietly muttered something, but his speech was interrupted when he suddenly found a slender hand tightly covering his mouth. A moment later, the girl — now transformed — hastily stuffed something into his mouth. \"What's this...\" It was the hilt of Dietrich's sword. The sword that once proudly hung from his belt. \"!?\" Dietrich opened his mouth instinctively to say something. \"Bite down on it if you want to live.\" Nottfriga raised one hand into the air, and Dietrich felt unable to breathe as the collar around his neck grew tighter and tighter. Powerless to resist, it was all he could do to bite down as instructed. \"Listen carefully. In a moment, you will need to defend yourself with this sword. Even though you're an ignorant and useless spoiled brat, it would still be a lot of trouble for me if you died here.\" Nottfriga raised Dietrich's head and spoke in a low voice. \"After all, I haven't finished teaching you a lesson yet. It would ruin my fun if you died too easily.\" The witch of the night finished speaking, and retracted her hand to adjust her garments. The collar loosened again, returning to normal tightness. At once, air rushed passed his teeth and in through his nostrils, filling up his lungs again. Dietrich still did not dare relax his jaw's grip on the sword, however, so he had to make do with somewhat impaired breathing. Before long, the sound of commotion was heard in the distance..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Hilichurl Ballad Selection' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Hilichurl Ballad Selection' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nThe masterpiece of the Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian! Scholar Jacob Musk will show you the mysterious spiritual world of the hilichurls through this poetry collection! A collection of hilichurl poetry compiled by the Mondstadt ecologist Jacob Musk. During the writing of this book, Musk traveled across the continent to visit every hilichurl tribe, even going so far as to venture deep into hilichurl settlements and become intimately acquainted with their lives. Musk was praised as the \"Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian\" for this book, but it is evident that neither the scholar himself nor the hilichurls were particularly fond of this honor. Jacob Musk, though enthusiastic about hilichurl studies, loathed to be associated with them even in his late years. The first song: Mi muhe ye Mi biat ye Biat ye dada Muhe dada Quite possibly a battle song sung by the hilichurls before combat. I have observed that when two or more hilichurls are present, they engage in frenzied brawling after singing this vulgar song. The second poem: Eleka mimi-a-Domu Mita domu-a-dada La-la-la La-la-la Mimi mosi ye mita The song is sung by hilichurls as they dance around totem poles. In my estimation it is some form of tribal hymn. It has an upbeat tone and is usually heard during festivals. The third poem: Mi muhe mita nye Mi muhe mita nye Muhe nye Muhe nye Gusha Biat, gusha A melancholic hilichurl song I heard during an exchange with an elderly samachurl. Although I do not yet understand the literal meaning of the poem, the overwhelming sense of grief that comes through in the song is enough to captivate the best poets in my birthplace (despite such praise, I must admit the acrid smells coming from the elderly hilichurls were just as melancholic, and just as overwhelming).\n\nVol. 2:\nAre wine and poetry a part of the hilichurl lifestyle? Do they have pure and devout desires? Expert on the hilichurls, Jacob Musk, is here to answer! The fourth poem: Celi upa celi Sada shato lata Kuzi unu ya zido Unu dada A song sung by samachurls. Judging by the reaction of the chief, the song seems to bear a special philosophical meaning for the hilichurls. It may appear ridiculous in mainstream academic circles, and I have no intention of casting doubt upon well-established views, but I feel obliged to say that the question of whether philosophical discourse truly exists among the hilichurls is one that still fascinates me to this day, and may be deserving of further study. The fifth song: Nini movo muhe yoyo Nini movo mimi tomo Lata movo mosi yoyo Celi movo celi yoyo Much like the people of Mondstadt, the wind-worshiping hilichurl tribes often drink to excess and sing endless songs of praise to the Anemo Archon. This is a hilichurl ode that is often heard when they are inebriated. The sixth song: Unu, unu Yaya ika kundala! Unu, unu Mita dada ya dala? Unu, unu Kuzi mita dada ye Mita dada-a-mimi A pious ode that is only sung by hilichurls during sacrifices. When performing this ode, the hilichurls often add percussion by beating the backsides of the weakest tribe members with planks, creating rhythmic ringing sounds. It must be quite painful. The seventh song: Mimi movo Mimi sada Mimi domu Domu upa Gusha dada It appears that many hilichurl tribes share a tradition of exchanging songs around bonfires in the moonlight. This song is one such bonfire ballad sung by the chief at the end of the night. At the end of the song, the chief shouts \"nunu\" three times, which presumably carries the meaning of \"sleep.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Hilichurl Cultural Customs' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Hilichurl Cultural Customs' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nIt contains the investigations and observations into the cultural customs of the hilichurls by the \"Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian,\" Jacob Musk, a Mondstadt ecologist. This volume features the social structure and characteristics of the hilichurls. Hilichurlian Social Structure The social structure of the hilichurl race is evidently a primitive, tribal one. Small-sized hilichurl tribes are prolific in occurrence throughout the wilderness. It seems that they conceive of the tribe as akin to a large, extended family. By far the most powerful figure in the hilichurl tribe is the Shaman. Extensive field research confirms that the Shaman is the oldest member of the tribe and plays a role in it analogous to that of the parent in the family: managing major affairs and making policy decisions, based on their wealth of experience. Additionally, Shamans act as protector to their tribe using their elemental abilities. Shamans can be identified by their distinctive appearance from other tribe members: They wear horned, smiling-face masks with eye holes at the mouth, and wield a rudimentary Shaman's staff in their hands. A further identifying feature is that they will be heard chanting to themselves some form of unintelligible hymn or incantation. Age is not always the deciding factor when it comes to status in the tribe. In some tribes, Shamans are ousted from leadership by physically larger hilichurls with superior combat skills. Under leadership of this kind, such tribes tend to become more aggressive. The chiefs of these tribes can easily be identified from their large stature and ostentatious masks, which also bear horns. The hilichurls' hostility towards outsiders, coupled with the obvious language barriers, means that conducting specific research on the distribution of resources within tribes has been all but impossible. Nevertheless, Knights of Favonius' patrol reports suggest that resources are typically shared on the basis of \"to each according to his needs.\" All tribe members are both gatherers and soldiers, but some that prize combat above others develop into seasoned heavyweights of the battlefield. If the tribe stays long enough in an unfavorable environment, these heavyweights will become its most respected leaders. Interestingly, hilichurls seem to have a unique ability to manipulate the elements despite their low intelligence and primitive social structure. This ability is most notably manifested in the Shamans. Typically, humans require a Vision in order to exercise elemental control. The question of how hilichurls are able to do so without a Vision is, therefore, one that requires further investigation and analysis.\n\nVol. 2:\nIt contains the investigations and observations into the cultural customs of the hilichurls by the \"Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian,\" Jacob Musk, a Mondstadt ecologist. This volume features the beliefs and spiritual world of the hilichurls. Hilichurl Spirituality Just as the inhabitants of the Seven Nations of Teyvat each have their religious beliefs, so too do the hilichurls. However, they worship not a specific figurehead with a presence in this world — such as one of The Seven — but elemental power itself in a more abstract sense. For instance, some hilichurl tribes in Mondstadt revere Anemo just as their human counterparts do, but they do not recognize the Anemo Archon Barbatos. Instead, they worship the power of Anemo itself. Hilichurls holding different elemental beliefs often live together in the same tribe. An individual hilichurl's elemental affiliation can be deduced from the designs on their masks and the color of their body paint. Firsthand observations indicate that the Shaman, responsible for organizing offerings and worship ceremonies for the tribe, applies a colored dye to their hair and skin, with the color representing the element they worship. Shamans are dressed and adorned more ornately than ordinary tribe members, but owing to the limited intelligence of the hilichurls it is highly doubtful that any of the fine ornaments worn are crafted by their own hand. The Shaman is the spiritual leader of his tribe. He leads them in song and dance during worship, singing hymns of praise to the elements. If there is leftover meat from the hunt, the hilichurls place it on the altar, raw, as a sacrifice. Even though they accumulate ample Mora, precious stones, and other items of value through exploring, looting, mugging and other means, it would appear that raw meat alone is considered a sufficient sacrifice. It would appear that the hilichurls possess no concept of either the past or future, living only in the present. They do not intentionally store up food for survival, nor do they commemorate their deceased forebears. Though crude attempts at something like calligraphy have been widely observed within their camps, closer inspection reveals these markings to be nothing more than botched imitations of what they have seen in ancient ruins, possessing no originality whatsoever. Hilichurls do seem to have an inexplicable affinity for remnants of the past, evidenced by the fact that ruins are one of their preferred locations to camp. But investigations thus far have turned up nothing which might hint at the true nature of their connection with the lost civilizations to which these ruins belong.\n\nVol. 3:\nIt contains the investigations and observations into the cultural customs of the hilichurls by the \"Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian,\" Jacob Musk, a Mondstadt ecologist. This volume features mysterious hilichurls who live apart from the others. The Mysterious Loners Among the Hilichurls exists a kind of mysterious, large creature possessing both immense physical strength and the ability to control the elements. They use this elemental ability to further enhance their physical state, such as to protect themselves or increase the brute force of their attacks — a combination making them nearly unstoppable. These powerful Hilichurls are called \"Lawa\" by the rest of the tribe, a respectful form of address best translated to mean \"king\" or \"chief\". However, Lawa don't actually rule over or lead the tribe at all. Rather, these large loners prefer solitude, avoiding the looks of reverence from the smaller Hilichurls. Adventurers very rarely encounter these gigantic creatures. Still, even the most seasoned adventurers will think twice before going on expeditions into areas where these dangerous Lawas may be roaming.\n\nVol. 4:\nIt contains the investigations and observations into the cultural customs of the hilichurls by the \"Poet Laureate of Hilichurlian,\" Jacob Musk, a Mondstadt ecologist. This volume explores the diverse cultural customs of the hilichurls in relation to Mondstadt's. Dadaupa Gorge, Mondstadt: a Case for Cultural Diversity Among the Hilichurls The Meaty tribe is fond of feasting. They have built a boar-rearing pen in the center of their settlement and assigned a swineherd to watch over it. Over a natural stove made with a Pyro Slime, they cook boar stew in a single, large pot from which each tribe member feeds according to their needs. The most striking feature of this tribe is its sizable combat arena. Those who set foot in the arena are understood to be accepting an open invitation to engage in combat, and those subsequently ousted from it face being mocked by the entire tribe. The Sleeper tribe is prone to sleeping at every opportunity. They have built themselves an environment especially conducive to sleep, consisting of simple, wooden huts furnished with soft animal hide for beds. They are the most cunning and devious of the hilichurl tribes, and their above-average mental capacity can perhaps be attributed to the superior sleep quality they enjoy. The practices of the Eclipse tribe are the most occult of any in Mondstadt. They concern themselves neither with brains nor brawn, but with occult power. Distinct from the elemental powers worshiped by their peers, the object of their worship is a crude symbol that appears to represent an eclipsed sun. Their shamans are more powerful than those of the other tribes. In the center of their settlement, the other tribe members have built a grand throne for the most formidable of shamans who leads them." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'History of Kings and Clans: Prologue' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'History of Kings and Clans: Prologue' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A comprehensive history of Mondstadt edited and compiled by the Northland History Society. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nHistory of Kings and Clans: Prologue:\nDuring the time of the aristocracy, the tyrants who ruled Mondstadt spurned the study of history and forbade the people from speech and song that alluded to historical events. For they knew the extent of their own degeneracy, and wished not for their deeds to be held to scrutiny by the annals of history alongside tales of heroes' honor and glory. But the winds of history blow strong, and ultimately no wall could be built tall enough to stay them. This work is a collection of all poems, songs, and legends that have survived from the aristocratic period, interspersed with archaeologists' commentary. Its purpose is to provide a new account of Mondstadt's history from the Age of Kings all the way through to the fall of the Aristocracy. A degree of historical inaccuracy is inevitable, given that certain details are impossible to verify. We can but humbly hope that this work might elucidate the past for those who come after us, or perhaps inspire them to further investigate the facts of history on their own. This work is divided into three sections: Section 1, \"The Stormlord of the Tower and the Kingwolf of Boreas,\" covers the struggle between the Kings of Ice and Frost prior to Barbatos' arrival. Section 2, \"The Cultivation of Mondstadt,\" covers Mondstadt's ancestors, including the aristocrats' predecessors, in the period during which agriculture developed. Section 3, \"Tyrants, Heirs, and Rebels,\" covers the long reign of the Aristocracy in Mondstadt. The reader may wish for this work to serve as a cautionary tale to future generations. In fact, it was compiled with no such ambition in mind. The freedom bestowed upon us by Barbatos is also the freedom that allows us to cast off the shackles of the past in search of the truth. My only hope is that this work, in a spirit of openness and truth, may finally share with the reader those stories which it was forbidden to share in the past." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Humor From Tianheng' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Humor From Tianheng' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A poetry collection by Pingshan, The Mystic. The quality of the poems is all over the place, but it has long been a reference book for young poets or poet-wannabes in Liyue. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nHumor From Tianheng:\nFirst Poem I watch two village men play chess, they play it terribly. For one of them is lacking skill — the other, strategy. A muddled mess of bungled chess upon the board ensues. I claim to watch in ignorance... in fact, I'm quite amused! Second Poem These curious rock formations! All that grows here grows awry: There's bonsai leaves on bonsai trees that nature bonsified! From Cor Lapis, to shining jade, to silken shrubs galore, the sights exceed what many aged simpletons can endure. Third Poem Jueyun Karst houses a second sky, a place that mere mortals cannot spy. The more that one seeks it, the more it seems true, for the birds and beasts here hail from there too. Fourth Poem White like silk, fine like salt, an exquisite antique is sand. The rich expel it from their homes, but in mine, I boast that it freely roams. Fifth Poem A sound assails my ears, 'tis waves that crash against the cliff. Atop the cliff I sleep, and beneath the cliff I fish. A thoughtless neighbor is that wind god, who tears the skies asunder. For he sends things flying everywhere, and disturbs the people's slumber. Sixth Poem Spring blooms in Qingce, floral fragrance fills the air. It's times like this I really wish my mom and dad were there. Silvergrass softly rustles in the cool autumnal breeze. I harvest it to weave new clothes before the winter freeze. Seventh Poem Rex Lapis erected this mountain and built that bay by the sea. These stratified cliffs are majestic, and those streets entertain endlessly. Eighth Poem Oh, how cool is the shade of the trees when summer's heat sets in! I lie my body on a bed of leaves, in a blanket of breeze ensconced. Alas, mosquitoes show no mercy to my tender skin! In haste, I flee from persecution and head back home at once. Ninth Poem I took an after-dinner stroll at evening by the sea. I stroked my beard in thought and gazed out at the galaxy: The stars across the sky connect to form a canopy, holding back the moon lest it fall into the sea. Tenth Poem I stopped by Feiyun Slope to view the merchants' wares: precious stones of every kind — from expensive to astronomical. But why waste Mora here on rocks, and have none left to spare? I'd rather spend at Yujing Terrace on all things gastronomical." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Inaba Tousaburou Kyuuzou's Final Words' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Inaba Tousaburou Kyuuzou's Final Words' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A letter filled with words from margin to margin. Its author has gone missing. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nInaba Tousaburou Kyuuzou's Final Words:\nAgain, sincerest apologies. The old saying \"fifty years of life\" speaks about the fifty years we have to live. I, Tousaburou, have lived more than thirty years, and won't have the luxury of enjoying the rest, which I hope to share with Father and Mother instead. Shizuko, my beloved wife, please do not be angry or sad. There can be no redemption for my misdeed. I merely hope that you can forget your failure of a husband. Masa, Matsu, please don't feel any regret for me, and please forgive me. Friends new and old, I am very honored to have met each and every one of you. Whatever the case may be, I am very sorry. I, Tousaburou, am no man of culture, and writing is not my expertise. However, I find myself having much to say in my last goodbyes. If anyone is reading this, please forgive my chattiness. Ten or so years ago, when I first joined the military, I admired the valor and vigor of our great Ogosho. I yearned to be part of the thunder-struck battles for justice that heroes and legends from hundreds of years ago took part in. I hoped to one day be able to fight and die for true \"Eternity.\" Now that I think about it, the immature mind of a young man often confuses legends of the past with the present. I actually thought I had the chance to become the perfect hero, like our great Ogosho. When war actually broke out, our enemies were not demonic attendants or twisted monsters from the abyss. They were ordinary people, just like you and me. The foes I slew a few days ago may very well have been drinking buddies of mine at the Uyuu Restaurant the very day the Vision Hunt Decree took effect. Or perhaps, some recently-fallen comrade might have been someone that I just had a joyful conversation with. We should've been brothers, yet we discarded all possibilities of returning to what was good. We had to hate each other, so that we ourselves may survive. The cruelty and brutality of it all... This so-called \"just war\" is the greatest sin. Though I, Tousaburou speak such scandalous words, I do not blame Her Excellency the Shogun for any of it. Her Excellency once said thus: since ancient times, wars have been divided into \"just\" and \"unjust\" wars. Unjust wars are born from the swelling of \"desire\" and the chaos of mortal hearts. Her Excellency means to collect Visions throughout the world in an effort to realize \"Eternity.\" This is a feat no less than the slaying of the Great Serpent hundreds of years ago. Using war as the method to rid the world of all who carry delusion in their hearts, and to put an end to the possibility of injustice ever happening — there can be no war more just. However, any war has its fair share of cruelty, and it is the people fighting that war who bear the burden of responsibility. I no longer have the strength to continue to serve, and only hope to use what is left of my body to bear my share of sin for Her Excellency. I hope that her era of eternal prosperity may be realized soon. My name is Inaba Tousaburou Kyuuzou, and this is my sincerest apology." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Kaedehara Yoshinori's Letter' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Kaedehara Yoshinori's Letter' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A blank piece of paper that was hidden in an old flower pot. When dipped in water, it reveals a long-sealed secret. After telling everyone about the truth that was concealed within, Kazuha said that \"this letter may still be of use to you,\" before handing it over to you. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDetails:\nTo whoever reads this letter: I, Kaedehara Yoshinori, have been held to a certain secret throughout my entire life. I don't have much longer in this world, and after much consideration, I've finally decided to disclose the matter. All those years ago, when I was pursuing the swordsmiths alongside Commissioner Kamisato of the Yashiro Commission, I was not injured by one of the fleeing smiths. Rather, it was night, and after the clues led us down to shore, I waited for the culprits to show themselves. However, there were no swordsmiths in sight, only a single eccentric stranger. This stranger claimed to be the one behind the failed forgings and said that he had been patiently waiting for us. He then threatened to destroy the Raiden Gokaden. That person was of able body, and in a blink of an eye, myself and the accompanying samurai had been defeated. Commissioner Kamisato was severely wounded, and I barely escaped death myself. My hat had fortunately blunted a blow to my head. The unusual stranger could've easily claimed my life at that moment. But, after noticing my appearance, he stopped his attacks, and sternly asked if I had any connection with the name \"Niwa.\" I answered that it was my father's surname and after my father disappeared, I was adopted by the Kaedehara family. Upon hearing my answer, the stranger paused. After a long silence, he suddenly said: \"Tell her this. My name is Kunikuzushi.\" He then turned and left... The forging did not go well due to this stranger's tampering with Her Excellency's blueprint. Lord Kamisato knew the significance of this event, but he remained silent, fearing that careless talk might drag others into what might be considered a treasonous crime. Despite his serious wounds, he insisted that we were wounded by the fleeing personnel, and advised me to remain silent. I, being eternally grateful to him for his consideration, and understanding that the situation is not ideal, decided to bury this in my heart. As the leader of the Keadehara Clan, I am deeply ashamed to witness the decline of the Isshin Art. But, as a father, it is my priority to ensure the safety of my children and grandchildren. If you, the one reading this letter, are a descendant of our house, do not blindly pursue past foes, or be shackled by the deeds and duties of yesteryear, lest you lose yourself. Yours, Kaedehara Yoshinori" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'King of Invokations' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'King of Invokations' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A light novel centered around the most popular card game in Teyvat — Genius Invokation TCG. The characters are unique and the story is exciting and full of twists, making it one of the hottest new works around. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDetails:\nEre the end of a duel across a multitude of worlds, Upon the domes of many a sky, this supreme rite unfolded in the most unexpected way: \"My apologies, friend, but a 'grand finale,' or so they say, almost always ends this way.\" The other duelist descended the Stairs of Arcane Rites, removing the crocodile mask and revealing the prussian green complexion beneath, his features equally somber... Abu froze at the sight while drawing the cards out from the Casket of Tomes. Voice your grievances, vent your fury, insult me with your bitter sarcasm — so thought the one who had just taken off his mask. But the young man just went on to take out the cards before placing them gently on the table. Then, he said: \"If all finales shall end thusly, I'll gladly have this, for I've always wanted to duel with you.\" \"Boss, will Abu win?\" One of the sailors asked as the stench of dried fish permeated the ocean breeze. The unfettered figure sitting among them was none other than Dubbah, the lord of the seven seas, who had claimed such ownership through the Rite of Duels. The man raised his goblet against the chill moon, blue light dancing on it. \"Should he lose, I will twist off his head as promised. But it's a pity that the wine from such a new vessel definitely won't taste as good...\" \"Ugh, look at what he just rolled... Well, seems like lady luck's shining the other way. Honestly, why didn't he use the trick I told him...\" \"But no cheating can pass unnoticed in the Room of Duels. It's more practical to have a few cards for dice-conversion in your deck,\" said the little Kitsune as she approached with a tray of dishes. \"This is exactly why Abu didn't want to learn the trick, and it's also why you ended up working here, a far cry from when you were the owner of the Collectors' Parlor... Oh yes, Cui, this is the fish soup for Table 17. Remember to serve it before it gets cold.\" \"Fine, got it,\" replied the young girl as she rose from the table, but her eyes were still focused on the figures cast in the sky. \"Not... working... I can't get it connected.\" The dark-haired girl hid her face within the hood, electric arcs dancing around her fingers. Yet, one by one, the dice hovering around her broke and scattered, as if being warned by something. \"The Room of Duels is... Well, it's just like another Sacred Realm.\" \"Huh, still not giving up, are we? Forget about it already. Given how even the Crocodile King failed to escape from that place, I'd be shocked if you could succeed, Nimue. I'd rather put faith in that lad — it's a long shot, though.\" Commented the Knightly King of Duels, Ariatos. It seemed that the knight couldn't care less about the possible death of his friend, who had helped the knight restore his homeland. \"...But how can I not feel a bit jealous, Abu, when your rival is the Crocodile King?\" It would be a good ending if the young man turned the tables miraculously. The game was already decided in the last round. Even the lord of combat — one who had been sealed here by the Ibis King for craving a grander war and attempting to erase the walls of the worlds — should be abandoned by combat itself. As in all other underdog stories, the young man, Abu, claimed victory. \"Name your wish...\" Said the Crocodile King, trying to hide the fact that his body was beyond repair and on the verge of death. Abu tilted his head, watching as the king's body gradually crumbled into ashes. \"Though you live off war, not one day have you stopped quenching its flame,\" said the young man. He lowered his head. This would be too boring, said Abu, the world would be so boring without you. To me, you are... You won't understand. Oh, by the way, it just occurred to me that I don't know your name yet. The Crocodile King saw an unfamiliar, dangerous smile forming on the young man's lips. That day, various worlds bore witness to the young man's wish: \"Let the walls shatter, and the war between worlds begin. I want rivers of blood to stain the earth crimson and mountains of bones to pierce through the sky.\" \"Thus shall the lord of duels endure!\" — King of Invokations #1, Grand Ending! —" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Knights of Favonius Handbook - 5th Edition' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Knights of Favonius Handbook - 5th Edition' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A code of conduct covering language usage and behavioral norms for Mondstadt's Knights of Favonius, personally edited by Acting Grand Master Jean. All knights are expected to strictly abide by these rules and regulate their words and deeds accordingly. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nKnights of Favonius Handbook - 5th Edition:\nThis handbook is a guide on the core principles of the Knights of Favonius. Knights should carefully read the content of this handbook and strictly hold themselves to the standards detailed within in their life and work, serving the people of Mondstadt as a model Knight of Favonius. As members of the Knights of Favonius, it is incumbent upon us to be the very embodiment of the three virtues of knighthood: modesty, honesty, and self-control. These are the three pillars of Mondstadt's freedom — remember, freedom cannot exist without the support of duty. The direct embodiment of these values comes, of course, in one's everyday speech and actions. Hence, this handbook outlines behavioral standards and language usage prescriptions that are intended to cover all potential scenarios that you may encounter in the course of duty. Section One A knight must exercise vigilance at all times and must never treat any potential threat to Mondstadt lightly. When it comes to your attention that a citizen of Mondstadt is in need, you must come to their aid promptly and willingly, for it is the fundamental duty of the Knights of Favonius to be of service to the people of Mondstadt. Section Two When greeting a traveling merchant from a distant land, pay attention to express proper respect and courtesy. Do not exhibit suspicion or hostility towards them, no matter how suspicious they may seem. Approved Language: \"Welcome to Mondstadt, strange yet respectable traveler(s)/wayfarer(s)/guest(s)!* Please state your identity and intended destination. The Knights of Favonius are here to ensure your safety.\" *Select the appropriate term of address accordingly. Prohibited Language: 1. \"Hey, you! Stop right there! State your identity, you rascal(s)/hooligan(s)/ruffian(s)/outlander(s)/trespasser(s)!\" 2. \"Welcome to the City of Wind and Idylls, otherworldly traveler(s)/vagrant animal(s)/burgeoning storm(s).\" Note: Refrain from using vulgar or coarse language. It is especially important never to address the guest using pejorative nomenclature, for this is certain to make them feel most unwelcome indeed. Section Three Never meet members of the public with an attitude of nonchalance or apathy. A responsible knight must always be ready to offer up both sword and sweat for the people's sake. Accordingly, during periods of rest, recreation, or relative inactivity, you must maintain a knightly disposition and be ready to fully re-engage in work matters at a moment's notice. Approved Language: 1. (Musing to oneself while on a break) \"I shall check for any previously undiscovered safety issues in Mondstadt — for I, as a knight, have a duty to safeguard Mondstadt at all times.\" 2. (Conversing with city folk at the tavern) \"As a knight, I am expected to gain an understanding of people's day-to-day needs and concerns. This knowledge is also indispensable to me in the performance of my duties.\" Note: Even when there is no work to be done whatsoever, it is not permissible to take a gratuitous amount of downtime at your own discretion. Prohibited Language: 1. (On active guard duty) \"Imagine having a lifetime's supply of cider...\" 2. (While taking a break) \"Noeeeelle... Have you got a minute...\" Note: The Acting Grand Master has instructed Noelle to immediately report any work-shy knights who attempt to delegate their existing duties to her. It should go without saying that this behavior is entirely unacceptable. Penalties for violations will take the form of reduced vacation allowance and/or salary deductions. The next time that you consider shirking your duties, you are strongly advised to consider whether the consequences are worth it. Section Four While the Knights of Favonius respect the important place of wine in Mondstadt's cultural heritage, it is nevertheless expected that knights will exercise due self-control with regard to their alcohol intake. It is not permitted to be drunk while on duty, and it is strictly forbidden to encourage or facilitate the consumption of alcohol by minors. Note: Knights of Favonius who are not of legal drinking age are forbidden from consuming alcohol. Accordingly, minors must always be accompanied by an adult coworker when entering taverns and other premises where alcohol is served. Section Five (New) Owing to a recent increase in Fatui activity in the city, knights are reminded that it is forbidden to disclose details of any matters concerning Knights of Favonius operations and strategic deployment to any persons from outside the organization while not on active duty. Section Six In the event of a major Mondstadt-wide emergency, Knights of Favonius are expected to lead by example and act to safeguard human lives and property. In times of crisis, when people come to you with questions, it is important to answer them clearly and calmly, and to remind them to prioritize their personal safety at all times. Approved Language: 1. \"Please, do not worry. The Knights of Favonius will do their utmost to protect Mondstadt!\" 2. \"When danger is imminent, please do not panic. Cover your head with both hands, and crouch down better protect yourself. Then, follow the instructions given to you by the Knights of Favonius crew, who will lead you to safety in a swift and orderly fashion.\" 3. (New) \"Please rest assured that even though Grand Master Varka is not currently in Mondstadt, the Knights of Favonius are quite well-equipped to deal with this crisis in a swift and elegant manner.\"* *Only applicable during the Grand Master's absence. Prohibited Language: 1. \"Uh-oh, we've never had to deal with a situation like this before...\" 2. \"Even the knights are powerless in the face of a crisis of this magnitude...\" Note: Even in extreme cases where the crisis is indeed of a kind that has not been seen before, it is imperative that you do not appear overwhelmed in front of members of the public, and that you do not do or say anything to call into question the capabilities of the Knights of Favonius. Section Seven When greeting travelers from afar, please act hospitably by informing them of the locations of essential businesses and services, recommending popular tourist destinations, and giving any further assistance that they may request or require. Approved Language: 1. \"If it's your first time here, I recommend visiting the Mondstadt Cathedral.\" 2. \"If you're tired, go have some of Mondstadt's famous wine at a tavern called 'Angel's Share.'\" Section Eight Remember to espouse the virtues of modesty and honesty also in your interactions with coworkers and companions. That is to say, be self-effacing in conversation with comrades, and be open and truthful with them. Nurturing and maintaining a sense of camaraderie and solidarity between all our knights is our first line of defense against the enemy. Approved Language: \"That was wonderful! I've never had a battle experience like that before!\" Note: Avoid exaggerating your speech to the point where you become overbearing. Your words and tone should simply express a sufficient degree of respect and cordiality towards your fellow knights. Section Nine As guardians of Mondstadt serving as the shield of the Anemo Archon, the Knights of Favonius must set an example for others to follow. Under no circumstances should any knight ever violate the rules and regulations of Mondstadt. If any knight is found to have damaged public property* (or the private property of a citizen of Mondstadt) while not on duty, following a damage assessment, an amount equivalent to the damages caused shall be deducted from the salary and/or bonus of the knight in question. Knights who are minors at the time of the violation, and who therefore do not receive a formal salary, will be penalized with solitary confinement in lieu of a fine, with the period of incarceration to be determined based on the severity of the violation. *The fish and other aquatic life found in Mondstadt's lakes and rivers are classed as public property, and as such must not be destroyed under any circumstances! Section Ten Knights of Favonius should always remain vigilant and exercise due caution when dealing with strangers. Even when dealing with non-hostiles, a knight should clarify to the stranger their rights and responsibilities as an outsider, explaining the rules and customs of Mondstadt in a firm but fair manner. (Amendment 1) Extra scrutiny is required when dealing with visiting diplomats from other nations whose activity gives cause for concern. Section Eleven In the interests of preventing incidents involving wind glider users, Knights of Favonius should also pay close attention to aerial activity in the region. Knights are required to perform spot-checks on users of wind gliders and ensure that the details therein are current and valid. Should you observe any illegal aerial activity within the city, you should shout to the offender at the top of your voice, imploring them to cease gliding immediately. Should they persist, you should take such further action as is necessary to deescalate the situation. Note: Even if the airborne offender is an off-duty member of the Knights of Favonius, this is no cause for leniency. You have full authority to revoke the offending party's gliding license should you deem this to be the appropriate course of action. Appendix: Terminology Notes 1. Knightly virtues Refers to the three core virtues of modesty, honesty, and self-control espoused by the Knights of Favonius. The three are mutually reinforcing and treated as a collective. Knights must conduct themselves in accordance with these virtues at all times. 2. Terms of address Refers to the various honorifics used to address members of the public, including visitors to Mondstadt. As public servants to the free people of Mondstadt and hosts to others from beyond our borders, we are expected to use the appropriate terms of address in all encounters as an act of courtesy. An education in etiquette is mandatory for all serving knights. 3. Duty Refers to our responsibilities to serve the people of Mondstadt and protect the freedom of Mondstadt. Officially appointed Knights of Favonius should refrain from talking flippantly or irreverently about their responsibilities or their honor as a knight in their day-to-day lives, so as to preserve the dignity of our organization's reputation. 4. The Anemo Archon (New) The Anemo Archon Barbatos is the God of Wind and Song, the granter and guardian of Mondstadt's freedom, and the one in whom the people of this land place their faith. As an organization, the Knights of Favonius heeds the will of the Anemo Archon. This means that we must be prepared to go to war in the event that Mondstadt's freedom comes under threat. Note: Need to add additional material on this term. Several members of the Knights of Favonius and even the Church seem not to have any belief in the Anemo Archon at all. 5. The Fatui Diplomats and other agents of Snezhnaya stationed here in Mondstadt. They are afforded diplomatic immunity within our borders. Their activities are shrouded in mystery and deceit, and their intentions are obscure. Warning: Always be wary around members of the Fatui. If you observe any suspicious activity, report it to headquarters immediately while taking care to prioritize your personal safety. 6. The Abyss Order An ancient, mysterious group of enemies from the abyss. No one knows how they came to be or what they seek. Occasionally, they can be spotted causing trouble near Mondstadt. Warning: Members of the Abyss Order are highly dangerous enemies. If you encounter one, exercise extreme caution and report its location and activity to headquarters as soon as possible. 7. Stormterror's Lair (New) Refers to the ruins that lie to the northwest of Mondstadt. Legend holds that this area was once a city where a tyrant ruled from his tower. It has since been occupied by Dvalin, who shelters himself there. For this reason, these ruins have now been named \"Stormterror's Lair.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'La Chanson d'Erinnyes' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'La Chanson d'Erinnyes' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nChapter 6 Part 7 How the emissary of King Remus came to Erinnyes, asking her for a gift of Aremori Castle's water and earth, and for her to submit to the Sumphonia Capitolii (which means \"the eternal harmony\"). Of the glorious deeds of Otkerus of Rhenanie, a righteous and noble knight, and his valiant battle against a venom-breathing dragon, Much has already been said earlier that we shall draw to a close here. Now, we shall look back and talk of Erinnyes in those days. At the time, Erinnyes had just defeated the princes of Bellouacoi, Atrebatis, and Uiromanduoi, and accepted their allegiance. And so the residents of those lands knew of the kindness of the Mistress of Many Waters, submitting to her rule with sincerity. To celebrate that fealty and wisdom, eight days of feasting were ordered in Aremori Castle, with all to be treated as honored guests. On that day, a musician arrived, an emissary dispatched by King Remus of Capitolii, claiming to have a message to deliver. He came with no attendants or guards, just a single horse, and a golden-tipped fasces as a symbol of his status. Everyone present was deeply displeased, but the emissary was permitted to speak out of respect for Erinnyes, the beloved leader of the knights. On seeing Erinnyes, the emissary first wished her well and performed a formal bow, before explaining his intent. \"I represent the most honorable and greatest King Remus, emperor of all, and send my regards to your court.\" \"May your anger never destroy your powers of reasoning. King Remus asks of you two gifts, as legitimate tribute.\" \"The first is water, for the purest of waters can wash away all sins. The second is earth, for dense earth can resist the erosion that looms.\" \"King Remus expects you and your people to honor his wishes. Should you dare resist, death shall be sure to follow.\" The emissary's message sent Sir Guillaume of Gellone into a rage, and he drew the sacred blade Narbonnais from its scabbard. \"Cease, you braggart! To make such threats on this occasion is an insult to every knight here.\" \"And if you mean to threaten my sworn liege, there is no need for me to hold back. I shall have your head, sir, in a single stroke!\" More of the brave knights drew their swords, including Knight Blancandrin and his compatriot Knight Marsile. But the wise Knight Erinnyes gave an order to the knights present: the emissary from Capitoliani was not to be harmed. \"Please, tell King Remus, great emissary, that in this whole world, there is only one to whom we bend the knee.\" \"And that is the beneficent Mistress of Many Waters, our mistress, who bears for us our sins, the greatest and most honorable ruler.\" \"No other ruler or god can be spoken of in the same breath, for she is greatest in kindness and first in glory.\" On hearing that, King Remus's emissary again spoke, saying this before all gathered there: \"Before King Remus conquers your land, he shall send war or hunger or plague upon you.\" \"Those who once fought against each other have been brought to peace under a single ruler, and this is wisdom.\" \"For otherwise, who shall mourn when the waters flow over our heads? And who shall save us in our hour of need?\" \"Of all these braves, who has rescued themselves from ignorance and superstition? Who hears the cries of the weak?\" \"King Remus's orders are well-meant and born of pity. He does not wish to see a single person fall into the waters. He would see all saved.\"\n\nVol. 2:\nChapter 6 Part 9 How the knights of every region united to lend their strength to Erinnyes, in opposition to the designs of the Capitoliani to invade. When Sir Agricane had finished, the fine bowman Knight Drest, Prince of Lyonnais, was first to speak and offer his view: \"The harmony and prosperity that Vivarium's heir has promised us are naught but lies, his promise but trickery.\" \"Knight Erinnyes of the Lakelight, none so wise and noble as you should be taken in by such pretense.\" \"You must know that those words are aimed much like a poisoned arrow tipped with gold. It may be dazzling to watch, but the pain it brings shall be all the greater.\" His fair companion, Adsiltia, the lady of the azure sail, whose name meant \"daughter of ice,\" was next to speak: \"Vivarium's heir is the least trustworthy of traitors. How can we reason with someone as vile as him?\" \"Knight Erinnyes of the Lakelight, no matter what reason he offers, we cannot let the Capitoliani harm all we know to be good.\" \"Please, make up your mind as soon as you are able, and do battle with the court of the Capitoliani. For there shall be no salvation for our souls should you bend the knee.\" \"Let the evil disappear like dew in the sun. Oathbreakers and the unjust will be driven from this world.\" \"And in this way, songs will be sung of your wisdom, for those who seek to exact the debt of bloodshed will be remembered by those in misery.\" And following that, Sir Naimes, Sir Tulpin, and all the other noble knights lent their swords to the fight. Erinnyes knew of their dedication and offered her sincere thanks. Then she met with King Remus's musician and spoke to him as follows: \"Please inform King Remus, noble emissary, that no monarch of this world is bound to bow to another.\" \"The Mistress of Many Waters has granted us all equal honor. There are none greater who shall trample me, none lesser who must envy me.\" \"And I am to lead her blessed army to destroy the white dragon and the grand city, and to cleanse their bodies in their own blood.\" \"Like a herder drives the wolves from his flock, I will drive the invaders from this land, to serve as an eternal warning.\" And with that, Erinnyes ordered Sir Fierabras to prepare wondrous gifts for the Capitoliani musician. She also ordered the emissary to be escorted back to Carubdis Castle so he could report to King Remus. Of that, we shall write later.\n\nVol. 3:\nChapter 20 Part 3 How Erinnyes bid farewell to the Mistress of Many Waters, and how she threw her sword into the lake three times. The Mistress of Many Waters heard all this and, in her eternal kindness, compassion, and grace, granted Erinnyes her wish. And so Erinnyes said: \"Thank you, O Queen of Many Waters, for showing me the Pure Grail I so urgently desired, and for allowing me to complete this journey.\" \"Those knights who yet survive, your servants, will continue to loyally serve you and your future kingdom, following that noble musician.\" \"They will pursue the lingering shadows, restoring justice. For those who travel in the dark yearn for the light, while those in the light know nothing of the dark.\" \"Goodness is nothing but a dream. Thus do I present these good knights to you and beg that you forgive their sins.\" The Mistress of Many Waters heard all this and, in her eternal kindness, compassion, and grace, granted Erinnyes her wish. And so Erinnyes said: \"O Queen of Many Waters, I confess to you my sins and do not hide my evil, for they are too grave to be forgiven.\" \"In your high and pure ideals, you must not forgive such sins. The only possible comfort for my soul is expulsion and exile.\" \"There are no angels or divine edicts. In your kind and loving land, only sin may determine sin, and only people may judge people.\" \"I ask only that you remember my suffering and witness our grievances. For these are like disease, like a poison.\" \"I submit my name into your hands, and may all who criticize us be cursed for all eternity for their lack of righteousness.\" The knight with sea-colored eyes finished her speech and drew her shining sword. A beam of watery light shone from it and lit the valley. \"Oh fair Hauteclaire, Sword of Light! How you shine under the blazing sun's beams!\" \"You have drunk the crimson blood of the unrighteous. Oathbreakers and the unjust have fallen like flakes of snow to the ground before your purity.\" \"You have drunk the crimson blood of the unrighteous. Oathbreakers and the unjust have fallen like flakes of snow to the ground before your purity.\" \"May the Mistress of Many Waters have mercy! The unrighteous are not worthy of you. Beautiful and holy Lakelight, I return you now to the lake!\" Thus did the knight with sea-colored eyes cease speaking, and she threw the sword in her hand to the waters of the lake. Yet the sword did not sink and drifted back to her feet. \"Oh fair Hauteclaire, Sword of Light! You are so lovely and sacred, your golden hilt inlaid with jewels.\" \"Daeira, that maiden by the lake, that noble lady of pure waters, gifted you to the chief of knights so she could perform countless deeds.\" \"She once used you to conquer Peiregord; she once used you to defeat Aisias. Even the fae of the distant south could not seize you.\" \"May the Mistress of Many Waters have mercy! The unrighteous are not worthy of you. Beautiful, holy Lakelight, I return you now to the lake!\" Thus did the knight with sea-colored eyes cease speaking, and she threw the sword in her hand to the waters of the lake. Yet the sword did not sink and drifted back to her feet. \"Oh great Hauteclaire, Sword of Light! By your blade were so many conflicts settled in peace, and the ravages of war laid to rest in these lands.\" \"One day there shall be one nobler than I, seven times more so, who will lift you again, and they shall do deeds seven times greater.\" \"How many wondrous days have I spent beside you! Ah! Dawn breaks, yet I have lost the crown of righteousness forever.\" \"May the Mistress of Many Waters have mercy! The unrighteous are not worthy of you. Beautiful and holy Lakelight, I return you now to the lake!\" Thus did the knight with sea-colored eyes cease speaking, and she threw the sword in her hand to the waters of the lake. The sword sank without a trace. And then she left with the spirit who had been by her side from the start, never again to be seen by any in this world." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Legend of the Geo Archon: God of the Stove' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Legend of the Geo Archon: God of the Stove' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Stories about the Geo Archon as the God of the Stove. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDetails:\n—God of the Stove— It is said that in the early days after Liyue was founded, the first settlers built stoves with rocks and struck stones to make fire inside. Thus sheltered from the wind, the fire could persist. People at last knew the comfort of a warm fire, and learned the art of cooking. On this foundation Liyue Harbor was born. The settlers believed the rocks to be a blessing from the Lord of Rock, and as the city grew, restaurants and taverns throughout Liyue began worshiping him as \"God of the Stove.\" Their hope was that the fire in their stoves would burn eternal, and their business might forever flourish." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Legend of the Lone Sword' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Legend of the Lone Sword' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nA popular martial arts novel in Liyue Harbor. In a world without elemental energy or alchemy, a tale unfolds of love and hate between friends and foes. This volume tells of the origins of Jin the Seventy-Second's revenge. A single sword's light pierced the night air, unchallenged by any star or moon. The autumn wind in the mountains wept aloud, following the whirling dance of the lonesome blade. Driving wind and falling rain accompanied a single traveler on his solitary journey. This person's hair was wild, and his face fierce, and he seemed most fey indeed. His clothes were thin, and he swayed this way and that in the center of the homeward path like one sick or hurt to the quick, seeming more like some ghoul than a living man. He had been on the path three days. Three days he had gone hungry, and without any sleep. Three days ago, he had a name and a famed sword, and his fallen martial arts school. But now, he only wore sorrow and worry on his brow, which rolled off him, carried by the sudden rain, and onto the mud below, eroding the soil. Three days ago, that nameless swordsman had started a feud with him, a feud that saw his master and junior buried in the merciless mountain snow as the screaming snow was stained red. Today, he had a new name — Jin the Seventy-Second. For he was the last of the 72 members of their school. — He did not know how long he had walked before he heard the sound of carts behind him. Jin the Seventy-Second shuffled to the side of the road and stopped, asking: \"Is your cart headed for Tupi Village?\" The cart driver saluted him and replied: \"Few of the carts on this road do not do so.\" Jin the Seventy-Second then asked: \"Then pray will your cart bear another man?\" The cart driver said: \"It could, but you did not ask if I would.\" Jin the Seventy-Second did not understand. \"If you travel to Tupi Village, why would you not take me?\" \"For you are not I, nor I, you,\" the driver replied. \"What a waste of words.\" And no sooner had that been said than the blade left its sheath. The cart driver felt but a single chilling cold, and fell from his cart to the floor without a struggle, never to speak again. Jin the Seventy-Second was just such a person. Though he had lost everything, even his heart, and his bold brashness had ebbed, he had always hated pointlessly talkative people most of all. Riding the bloodstained cart, Jin the Seventy-Second departed for Tupi Village.\n\nVol. 2:\nA popular martial arts novel in Liyue Harbor. In a world without elemental energy or alchemy, a tale unfolds of love and hate between friends and foes. This volume tells of Jin the Seventy-Second's arrival in Tupi Village. They say that in that faraway land, \"Tupi\" meant to burn away vanity's dross to attain the gem of truth. Tupi Village lay at the foot of a barren mountain, passable to the outside world only by a single ancient path — the very same that lay beneath Jin the Seventy-Second's feet. The skies were darkening, and the wind and rain howled. Jin the Seventy-Second had never had anything to do with Tupi Village but for his vengeance, and so he now sought out its village chief. By the time the oxcart had finally trudged its way through the muddy old road to the mountain's base, night fell upon the land, and gloomy clouds cast a boundless shadow as they covered the moon's eyes. Jin the Seventy-Second hid in that shade, drinking the night in, body and soul. In that deep night, the pure white light of the moon shone upon the head of the village chief. Tupi Village had never been large, but the chief was no ordinary character. No one knew his name or his past, and no one dared ask. They only knew that his shoulders bore a great blood debt, from a past as crimson as his eyes. For red they were, and sharp, like a blade, piercing the hearts of all he gazed upon as he pleased. His character was much the same, like a sharp knife that might pierce another person's heart at any time without forewarning. \"It's time.\" The chief shook his head as he talked to himself, the cold moonlight dancing over his shaven crown. Outside, a ravenous demon wielded a blood-letting long sword, massacring his followers one after the other. Though Tupi Village was full of evil people, schools and sects had their rules, and so none would dare come knocking with rash provocations and talk of revenge. But Jin the Seventy-Second had no school or sect, and was thus unbound by any such rules. He was but a single starving ghost with a lone sharp blade, yearning to taste the blood of his enemies. The wind and rain accompanied the din of battle, and the downpour washed away the crimson that stained the swordsman, only for another layer to be painted on immediately... The crimson swordsman strode forward amid a crimson mist. Many were his wounds, but none could stay his hand. When that mist had at last cleared in the endless deluge, the swordsman crossed the turbid red beneath his feet, and stalked towards the chief's mansion. — The din beyond the gates quieted, and only now did the chief raise a cup of wine, and scatter the alcohol into the air with a flick. Perhaps to toast the fated meeting to come, or as a ritual for his sullied soul. The doors opened. It was Jin the Seventy-Second, his reddened outline juxtaposed against the blinding gray elements outside. \"I have questions for you, village chief.\" \"You've taken quite a few of my men's lives.\" \"Exactly three hundred and sixty-two. No more, no less...\" The chief spoke naught, and his face remained still, but the pulsing vein in his temple betrayed the fire within. \"...Ah yes, and one dog.\" So saying, the crimson silhouette tossed a certain object forward. It clattered atop the wine case... ...And it was the bone of the dog that guarded the door. It had been stewed for a time and was picked clean almost to the marrow. For in this half an hour, not only had Jin the Seventy-Second snuffed out the lives of three hundred and sixty-two able men, but he had even turned the dog keeping the gate into dog meat stew. What cruelty. What ruthlessness! The village chief let out a terrible scream, and standing, he drew his sword—\n\nVol. 3:\nA popular martial arts novel in Liyue Harbor. In a world without elemental energy or alchemy, a tale unfolds of love and hate between friends and foes. This volume tells of Jin the Seventy-Second's duel with the chief of Tupi Village. The rain had ceased, but light had yet to recoup the skies. Jin the Seventy-Second had obtained news of his nemesis from the mouth of the village chief. Now, not a thing was left in Tupi Village but masterless rooms and masterless spirits. And not even that remained, for this was a world without spirits. This world possessed no elemental power. And so, the memories of the dead could not remain in the mortal realm via elemental resonance. The village chief was a formidable foe. His blade was swift as could be, and he had left many wounds on Jin the Seventy-Second, each deep enough to cut bone. But alas, his \"heart\" was far too slow. For this was a world without elements. And thus swordsmanship could not be imbued with them. Swordsmanship was thus a question of pure physical skill and not elemental control. The sword is an extension of one's body, and one uses it as an arm would command the fingers, or as one's heart directs the eyes. Though he was skilled indeed in the art of the swift blade, the village chief never understood the value of the \"heart,\" and so he fell to a single stroke. Jin the Seventy-Second strode towards the fallen chief, discarding the broken incense burner in his left hand. For the chief had focused too narrowly on pouring savage strokes upon the swordsman's body, thinking him too harried to fight back, and had no eyes for his enemy's left hand, which should have been empty— —And in a flash, the incense burner had struck the chief of Tupi Village on the forehead, sending him tumbling into a wall where he then collapsed, immobile. \"Underhanded villain...\" But only the wind answered him — the villain gripping the bloodied censer said not a word. \"...The person you're looking for is in the barren mountains beyond this village... Go seek your death there...\" But the villain had departed, and all that remained to answer him was the rustling of the wind... And the crackling of wild flames.\n\nVol. 4:\nA popular martial arts novel in Liyue Harbor. In a world without elemental energy or alchemy, a tale unfolds of love and hate between friends and foes. This volume tells of Jin the Seventy-Second's treacherous trek into the mountains. Jin the Seventy-Second waited till the rainbow had dispersed before setting off once from Tupi Village toward the barren mountains. Ancient legend held that these barren mountains had been brought into being by slices from the Celestial Emperor's blade, and thus were incredibly hard to scale. Folk tales also held that they were called barren, for they had soaked up the tears of the Earth Mother, and thus had become bitterly salty lands where nothing grew. The barren mountains had once been mined for gold and gems, but the mines had all been ruined in an earthquake, their workers buried within. No one tried ever again to create the facilities to mine the mountain's bounty, and its caverns were infested with wicked beasts and bandits. And among these evils hidden in the mountains was Jin the Seventy-Second's nemesis. The swordsman's shoulders shivered, and his gait hesitant, for the wounds he had been given in the battle against the chief of Tupi Village hindered him still. He knew that many pairs of eyes stared out at him from between the wither rocks, and the breath of beasts who had caught the scent of his blood was all around. Long years of bloodshed had honed Jin the Seventy-Second's senses to their limit. He sensed that the lifeless mountains were in fact a giant death trap. Bandits and villains lay in wait for him to enter some narrow grotto, or squeeze into a tiny gorge, or pass by a collapsed mine shaft. Then, they would set upon him in the darkness with knives, and finish him. But from the looks of things now, the steep mountains now looked like they might be enough to kill Jin the Seventy-Second. The swordsman limped with every step he took, and the road was small and treacherous. Every so often, gravel would slip loose beneath his feet. At the same time, upon a cliff twisted about with sinuous, dead trees, two figures squinted as they observed the tiny wanderer. \"He has been worse for wear since he departed from the mountain's base. If we but leave him to the treacherous trek, he will surely fall into the abyss below.\" So said a bone-thin old crone. She glanced to her side, icy death in her jade-blue eyes, sharp as a viper hidden in a rocky cleft. \"Not so!\" She turned to face the booming voice of a corpulent old man. \"He slew three hundred and sixty-two at Tupi Village, and even cooked the dog at the gate for stew.\" \"Though he may have been badly wounded by the village chief to the point where he can barely move, we should still beware of him.\" \"Hmph...\" The old woman vanished into the withered forest with a displeased noise. \"...\" The old man watched a while longer as the lame swordsman stopped for a moment more, before patting his large belly and slowly departing. Not a single withered tree or blade of dying grass was touched as he did. Then suddenly the sky turned dark with gathering stormclouds, and mordant rain again began to fall lightly. In the mountain rain, the wounded Jin the Seventy-Second leaned on his sword like a crutch, and struggled forward. But the chilling cold and the loss of blood was too much for him to bear, and he fell upon the gravel and barren stone. Just as the darkness took him, he caught a glimpse of the billowing hem of azure-blue skirts... He could've sworn he'd seen that sight before." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Legend of the Shattered Halberd' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Legend of the Shattered Halberd' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nIn ancient times when Axis Mundi was unobstructed, there were nine realms, each a world of its own. The realm of humans was known as the Zhongzhou, while the gods reside in Shenxiao. At the end of the last calamity, a war between the gods broke out. The God King fell, setting the nine realms ablaze, obliterating all living things. The realms have now been born anew, life again thrives, but the passageway between the nine realms by Axis Mundi has been sealed off. An all-new graphic novel on the epic journey in search of the God-King's Halberd begins! —Pressing Official Business— \"I am the Great and Glorious General Weiyang, emissary of the imperial court on a royal mission! I demand that you step aside at once!\" \"General? So the Great and Glorious is a military rank now, huh? I thought it was a civil office.\" Mir responded with not a moment's hesitation. Weiyang's face turned bright red. \"Oh!? An ignorant borderland heathen seeks to educate me on the matters of the court!?\" Mir was unfazed. \"I would be surprised if they'd overhauled the entire government bureaucracy in the space of a few years.\" Two broad-sword-wielding Martial Artists in Weiyang's party burst out laughing. \"Haha! So ends our grand journey to the capital... The cart finally makes it past a thousand miles of checkpoints, only to get gridlocked like this at some tiny little inn out in the wilderness!\" The waiter, Qin, stared intently at Weiyang's crimson-colored cheeks before suddenly declaring: \"You're a woman! A female officer disguised as a man!\" The claim was accentuated with a prod of his finger. \"An astute observation,\" came the response from one of the martial artists. \"She is in fact the Secretary of Ceremonies. The two of us are military officers. One from the Imperial Guards, the other from the Imperial Escorts, both versed in polearm and sword. We are serving the office of the Imperial Grand Minister on secondment, and we are here under orders to retrieve the Ominous Swords.\" \"Although the part about the Great and Glorious Gen... General, haha... Although that's made up, the bit about being here on official court... uh, business is not,\" the other Martial Artist chimed in to say. The Ominous Swords were something that Mir had heard of. The story was that an iron meteorite had fallen from the sky five or six years ago, and convention dictated that as nature's treasure it belonged to the imperial family. However, a swordsmith by the name of Feng had taken it for himself and used it to illegally cast nine swords. It was said that the Ominous Swords were cursed by the meteorite and could drain people's intellect. Naturally, they had caused quite the stir in martial artists' circles. \"Good for you,\" said Mir as he shut the toilet door. \"It'd be even better for me if you got yourself out from that toilet... now!\" Her disguise exposed, Weiyang gave up trying to compose herself and spoke in her normal voice. She sounded more charming than one would expect, given the circumstances. \"Officer Weiyang is a cultured lady of the court. Unlike us, she cannot resolve her pressing official business by simply finding a discrete spot in the wild. Please, hurry up!\" Mir washed his hands and exited the toilet, then sat down at the table with the two Martial Artists. \"It is not at every border town that we encounter one so familiar with court affairs.\" The one that seems to be the Imperial Escort officer sizes up Mir. \"Might I inquire as to your personal history?\" \"My father, Mi Tingren, was Minister of Imperial Banquets. He was framed for embezzlement of funds intended for the imperial cuisine. He then resigned from his post and returned home.\" Mir paused to scratch his chin before continuing, \"My old man's not been himself ever since it happened. I still intend to go back to the court one day and clear the Mi family name.\"\n\nVol. 2:\nMir, having stumbled onto the journey to retrieve the swords by accident, encountered a huge crisis before the journey had even begun. Imperial Guard and Imperial Escort elites were slain by enemies holding the Ominous Swords. Amidst grave danger, Mir recalled a spell taught by his father. Legend has that, the Celestial Emperor has a young daughter whose name was not known to the world; she now possessed Weiyang's body and revealed herself. Who would prevail? The wielders of the Ominous Swords who had turned into ferocious demons? Or Mir who could somewhat hold his own in a fight? —A Matter of Possession— \"Yum. Very nice.\" Now that the spirit had possessed her body, Weiyang was of a much sweeter and gentler disposition. She took a tiny bite of one of Mir's stuffed pies, but it was too hot, so in an effort to avoid burning her tongue she stuck it out of her mouth and panted for breath frantically. Truth be told, it was all rather cute. \"That came unexpectedly. I need some time to process.\" Mir, who had given up one of his eyeballs to appease the spirit, helped himself to a pie and asked, \"Can you go over it again?\" \"Very well. The 'meteorite' was in fact a Divine Halberd. It was snapped into pieces by a commoner and made into nine cursed swords — the Ominous Swords. This one is the Sword of Mist, adding in that pair I've found three of them to date.\" \"And what's your place in all of this?\" \"I was once the daughter of the Celestial Emperor. But I have long forgotten my name. I was in charge of conducting trials and sentencing at the end — a judge, to use your parlance.\" Since the Court of Imperial Entertainments was responsible for sacrifices and offerings, Mir's father had forced him to learn every last detail and word uttered in every known court ritual. And because most rituals involved encounters with bizarre forces and temperamental deities, he also knew a thing or two about how to deal with them. For instance, he knew that deities tended to guard their names closely, for knowledge of a deity's true name allows a human being to exercise absolute control over them. So he wasn't convinced this one had simply forgotten her name. \"So the court wants to retrieve the swords to reconstruct the Divine Halberd?\" Mir forced himself to entertain the reasonability of this line of inquiry. \"I don't know. The master of this body knows nothing else. She is just... deeply angry. She wants to prove herself.\" Weiyang puts her hands on her chest. \"So what's the next step? Do I have to perform some sort of farewell ceremony for you?\" Mir stroked the bandaged and sightless eye. \"And then do I get my eye back?\" \"Give me a name.\" She raised her head, oblivious to the crumbs at the edges of her mouth. \"Don't be ridiculous. The imperial civil service examinations are overseen in person by the Emperor himself. How will I claim the title of Minister of Imperial Banquets with only one eye?\" \"Well, I have things to reclaim too: the remaining pieces of the Divine Halberd,\" she responded. \"Otherwise, this world and everything in it is going to burn in hellfire.\" Mir kept looking at her, but did not respond. \"You do not need to go with me. But with the fate of all living things at stake, please allow me to hold on to your eyeball for the time being.\"\n\nVol. 3:\n\"Just stay with the name 'Weiyang' for convenience's sake on the road. With the official documents from the government in hand, you should be free to go as you wish throughout the kingdom.\" Still worried about Weiyang, Mir decided to accompany her on her journey and kill any demons they may encounter. Though they had already collected five Ominous Swords and all seemed to be well, they knew in their hearts that the way forward would only get more treacherous and perilous. —A Dark Westward Journey— \"This is all that I can do for you,\" Mir said as he placed a series of dishes onto the table. He then sat down opposite Weiyang. Weiyang's right arm, which was broken in the fight to the death that had just taken place, was still wrapped in bandages. She stared intensely at Mir for a long while, but Mir just sat there resting his jaw on his hand and looking downwards. Neither of them spoke. Finally, Weiyang attempted to use chopsticks with her left hand. But alas, her dexterity was found wanting, and she failed to procure a single meatball from the murky depths of the hot broth. Mir sighed, took the chopsticks from her hand, and said, \"Fine, I'll feed you.\" \"So there is still more that you can do for me,\" Weiyang suddenly quipped a few mouthfuls in. Her mood remained unchanged. \"The Court of Imperial Entertainments is dedicated to worshiping and making sacrifices to all of you divine beings up above. Serving you is my family's job.\" And in any case, when the gods make their move, what can mere mortals do but look on helplessly and accept their fate? — At least, that's what Mir thought. But he also thought it was better to keep that part to himself. \"Couldn't you use your powers, though? I thought you said that each time you fight a Ominous Sword owner, you use telekinesis to make your polearm levitate, swing your sword around, and so on. Surely chopsticks can't be any harder?\" \"That is a power bestowed upon me by my father. Only I have this power. It is solely for use in sentencing the guilty. I mustn't...\" Weiyang's voice changed in tone. \"I mustn't use it lightly.\" \"Before he died, that guy said something really strange about the situation with my father.\" Mir flicked the candle flame while he spoke to relieve his boredom. \"'Minister Mi was neither innocent, nor wrongly accused.' What on earth did he mean by that?\" If the court was unwilling to reconstruct the Divine Halberd, then being with the celestial emperor's daughter that had possessed Weiyang's body makes him an enemy of the imperial court. As if to signal that she had understood what Mir was thinking, Weiyang's face grew dark in the candlelight. She said, \"You don't need to help me any longer. You are a mere mortal, there is nothing to be gained from settling a score with the court.\" Mir replied, \"Speak no more of this matter. I must get the truth out of my old man first.\" Weiyang said, \"Oh... We will pay a visit to your esteemed father? Then I must buy some fresh silk garments and makeup first thing tomorrow morning.\" Mir replied, \"He's just a regular old man. There's no need for all that.\" An unusually stern expression appeared on Weiyang's face. \"Is this not your sworn duty?\"\n\nVol. 4:\n\"Calm down, my son. Listen, Mir. I am not your real father...\" \"Noooooo!\" The once Minister of Imperial Banquets was, in truth, Khan the Asura from Jotunheim. Leaving the capital was but an act in collaboration with the Minister of Ceremonies and the Grand Secretary to protect the daughter of the Celestial Emperor. \"The late Celestial Emperor Shenxiao, the now Contra Mundi, was once a dear friend of mine. But now, knowing that you have successfully summoned her, all my wishes have been fulfilled.\" —Master Plan— Even a Buddha or an adeptus would have found themselves powerless to do anything in this situation. \"This is the Sword of Flame, the 'Katakugosha.' It was made from the shard of the Divine Halberd that was the Dharani of the fire realm. Sorry... in language that Your Majesty would understand, it's made with the runes of the fire realm, one of the God King's nine realms.\" How could this westbound warrior display such mastery of the sword? Most who had been stripped of their intellect by an Ominous Sword lose their fighting instinct and any martial arts they had learned. Weiyang nursed her broken arm and panted in the scorching hot air. Normally her abilities would enable her to fix broken bones, but the unquenchable flames burnt relentlessly at her wound. Her sight grew blurry as she lost blood. Mir stepped in front of her, guarding her from the warrior. \"I can see that you have a lot of questions. Fine, I'll tell you everything! I killed your father because he tried to stop the resurrection of the God King. And the reason I can manipulate the fire realm runes rather than the other way round is because...\" The warrior from the east raised the Ominous Sword. \"Is because I am a warrior of Hunt From Above made flesh...\" Legend has it that the Celestial Emperor once went to war with the Asura. To prepare for the war, the Celestial Emperor selected soldiers from three realms and made them ascend to become his celestial army after death. Sometimes, they were beset by inclement weather on the marsh, with thundercloud tornadoes surrounding them. The people of Zhongzhou referred to it as the soldiers of the celestial army \"hunting from above.\" \"No... Impossible!\" A look of disbelief appeared on the warrior's face as the Ominous Sword broke into pieces, and he, too, was sent flying from his own shoulders towards whatever destiny had in store for him next. In the chaos, Mir had brought out the sword his father had left him as inheritance. It was intended as more of a gesture of defiance than a genuine attempt to fight back. But unbeknownst to him, this was the greatest cursed sword of all, that had once burned the entire world to cinders: Laevatain. If the fire-realm runes constituted the mystery of the fire realm, Laevatain was its pure, unadulterated, unquenchable reality. The sword had extinguished after the world was burned, but having assimilated the rune of the fire realm, it burned bright once more. \"The whole world... destroyed again...\" Weiyang fell unconscious as she spoke.\n\nVol. 5:\n\"There are many among the military officials who wish to unseal Axis Mundi since the world in chaos would greatly elevate the position and importance of the Martial Artists.\" \"They want to wage another War of the Asuras?\" \"He does.\" The tug-of-war between the civil and military officials and the schemes of the past gods once again threatens all of the nine realms! —Legacy of a Goddess— \"Your deeds have saved the people. You are indeed a great warrior.\" The crown prince, hands clasped behind his back, walked in circles around Mir, who lay prostrate on the ground. But Mir was unmoved by his words. \"Hand over the Divine Halberd and you may have the title of Minister of Imperial Banquets. Grand Secretary will be yours too within a decade, if you want it.\" The crown prince sat down. \"Well? What is your response?\" \"A lowly commoner dares not speak till His Majesty permits him to rise.\" \"Hmm... but now if I granted you permission to speak, it would be because you had instructed me to do so... We can't have that! As future lord of all the land—\" \"Pff. What a charade this is,\" said Mir as he switched to a more relaxed position. \"The official etiquette of the ruling dynasty does not require kowtowing for an audience with the crown prince. It should just be the regular thrice greeting. I noticed that you were on track to become Emperor, so I thought I'd come and pay my respects. There's just no need to lord it over me like this.\" \"You... you...\" \"What about me?\" Mir snapped as he stood up. \"I will give you half of the Divine Halberd. The Dharani of the fire realm, I will offer to father. Mostly to avoid another situation where we have remnants trying to stir up trouble.\" \"Can't, uh, can't hurt. As long as the portion I get looks the part it'll be fine. This is gonna be known as the new national superweapon! Hahaha...\" Mir sat down impatiently right in front of the crown prince. \"I don't understand how you are such a fool when we were both raised on the same mother's milk!\" \"How dare you! I have nothing but respect for Lady Mi serving as my wet nurse. And it's only because of the virtues she instilled in me that I am able to put up with your—\" \"Give the title of Minister of Imperial Banquets to someone who cares. I'm going home.\" The crown prince said nothing. \"How about Weiyang?\" Mir chewed his food and acted nonchalant. \"Oh, for the meritorious act of retrieving the swords, she was promoted to Secretary of Ceremonies. She was not implicated in the evil plot by her father, the Imperial Grand Minister. The Minister of Ceremonies and the Grand Secretary both testified. I will see her every need is met.\" Something sounded odd about that. But that was fine. She was gone, and his eye was restored. But to this day there was still a dull ache, like the phantom pain of a missing limb.\n\nVol. 6:\nMir once again chanted the forgotten spell. The maiden was reunited with him again. \"So, this is what you truly look like.\" \"The world is beyond repair. It shall be born anew from the ashes of the last.\" The mad Celestial Emperor sentenced all living things of the world to a harsh punishment. \"But you, you would understand me, wouldn't you?\" The nameless thief who stole the national treasure said to his lord. \"No. No apologies necessary, for you are benevolent.\" —Nothingness— \"Oh my daughter, the one in whom all my hopes are placed! Did I not bring you into existence that you might one day pierce me with a halberd?\" Awakened at last, the God King floated in the heavens to the claps of thunder and the dancing of the wind, rejoicing at his return. But she was no longer afraid. This was the moment she had been waiting for her entire life, the moment she had been made for all those eons ago. No — that was not it. The true source of her courage was the time she had spent with him. The first Divine Halberd, Irmin, once pierced the Axis Mundi and connected the nine worlds. Now, its replicas had proliferated across the heavens. Fearing the madness that would ensue following his death, the God King made one final Divine Halberd, and named it the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. In this moment, it — nay, she — could finally unleash her true self. ... A commentary from the editor appears at the end of the book: Legend of the Shattered Halberd was a successful first attempt by Inazuma's Yae Publishing House to incorporate elements of Liyue culture in one of their novels. The first five volumes were wildly successful, becoming something of a cultural phenomenon in both Inazuma and Liyue. Commercially, the fact that a sixth volume exists at all speaks to its success. I trust that the abrupt finale to this epic saga brought by volume six will not be to our readers' displeasure. I hope. Though the ending reads like a different story entirely, I must stress that this did not arise from any attempt on our part to pressurize Mr. Nine, the author, into developing material for a new series. The truth is that in his rush to meet the publishing schedule, Mr. Nine ended up diverging somewhat from his usual style. Mr. Nine simply wished to challenge himself as a writer. ♡ Naturally, we are sympathetic to the fans of the original First Five volumes. In this spirit, we would like to announce that a special First Five collector's edition, the Blackwood Box Set, is currently in the making. Those who have grown up reading Legend of the Shattered Halberd in bookstores: this is the time to finally buy it for yourself! Also, expect to hear more tales of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung in future. Chief Editor, Yae Publishing House" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Let's Go, Dodoco!' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Let's Go, Dodoco!' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Message From the Editor: \"Let's Go, Dodoco!\" is the combined work of an older girl and a younger girl. Every chapter brims with their gentleness and good wishes, as the story is intended as a gift to our readers. I hope this book — in spite of its small volume — can bring you some simple joy after a long day of work. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDetails:\n\"All Dodocos must someday ride the wind and the waves and go on an adventure.\" A gentle and beautiful mother once said that. And just as she had predicted, our Dodoco was so happy when its best friend, Klee, said that she was going to the nation of lightning for an adventure! Of course, Dodoco loves eating delicious food with Klee at Good Hunter, and loves listening to the bards sing. But Dodoco loves counting the stars in the sky and twisting flowers into garlands together with Klee more. After all, all Dodocos long to ride the wind and waves on an adventure. To get to Inazuma, one needs to pass through the wild winds and pass over the great waves. But Dodoco did not fear the howling wind, for that was the blessing of the Anemo Archon. Dodoco did not worry about the rolling waves either, for it was very brave. Of course, Dodoco didn't want Klee to have to brave such dangers. But as bestest friends, they were bound to protect each other. And Dodoco didn't want to be apart from Klee anyway. Without Klee, adventures would be like Sweet Flowers that cannot bloom, lonely and sad things. Even if Dodoco were to cover every inch of Teyvat by land or sea, it would be meaningless. So there was no point hesitating. Dodoco and its best friend Klee were off on an adventure! If they rode on a boat, they wouldn't be able to fly freely in the sky, or swim happily in the sea... But they'd have Klee's smile and Albedo's stories. And that was a good trade! In Inazuma, the nation of lightning, the flowers and grasses are all purple, and the fish and the birds are also purple. Everything is purple! Albedo would probably run out of purple paint trying to paint it all. Unfortunately, he couldn't be around to draw with Klee and Dodoco. Albedo was an adult, after all. And sometimes adults have to do adult-things. Fortunately, Dodoco still had Klee! Klee would often find happy things to do. As long as Dodoco was with Klee, Dodoco would never be bored. Klee also had lots of friends in Inazuma, like Mr. Honorary Knight, Paimon, and Yoimiya. And so they all joined Dodoco for the most fun adventure ever in Inazuma! Hooray for adventure! Mr. Honorary Knight took Dodoco up the tall, tall Mt. Yougou. When they got to the Sacred Sakura, they were so tired from all that climbing that they fell asleep. And when they woke up, everyone had grown wings like a tengu! Klee's wings were red, Yoimiya's were gold, and Mr. Honorary Knight's were blue. As for Paimon... Paimon can fly without wings, so Paimon didn't grow any. Everyone opened their wings up, causing a huge gust of wind to roll forth. Shooom~ And the shrine maiden's hair was all messed up. Oh no, she looked angry! Better run, quick! Ah, adventure truly was fun... But with a growl , Klee's stomach started calling out. Oh no! How could they have forgotten? Eating is an important part of adventuring too! Om nom nom nom~ And so everyone ate the onigiri they brought along, and they all had a great time. Dodoco and Paimon finished their share very quickly, and as the very, very full Dodoco looked at Klee's smile, it couldn't help but think— Meeting Klee and the others is the most hap-happiest thing that ever happened to Dodoco! Oh, yes. If you are reading this, you too are surely part of this big adventure. Adventuring together, laughing together, enjoying good food together... If you experienced this together with everyone, then you must be their good friend. In which case, you're invited to Yoimiya's fireworks show as well. While everyone was happily watching the fireworks, Yoimiya said: \"As long as our imaginations don't run dry, our minds will be freer than all others.\" And Klee blurted out: \"We'll always be best friends!\" See, Dodoco was so happy to be together with its good friends. And now, you are Dodoco's good friends too. So you, too, should go on a grand adventure with your friends." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Linling's Anthology of Selected Poetry ' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Linling's Anthology of Selected Poetry ' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A collection of poetry that Linling published at her own expense. It is her first publication, and she is very proud of it. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nLinling's Anthology of Selected Poetry:\nKitty Cats are good, cats are great. Cats love to meow and scratch their heads. From the two bright eyes they use to see, hateful pests can never flee! Manager Xiao The shipyard overseer goes for a doze, his sleep so deep with a great big snore. From far, you'd think the Geo Lord had stomach woes, but up close he sounds like a large wild boar. Ocean-gazing As I feast my eyes upon the sea, to azure water my heart is drawn. The oars of yon ships appear unto me like the many limbs of a gigantic prawn. Ocean-gazing Yet Again Day after day, I gaze and I gaze till my eyes are weary and my heart is numb. Year upon year, I write and recite, but I am to my poems an audience of one. Time after time, ships will set sail like brave little river fish bound for the sea. Sooner or later, the tides they will turn and drown out the ones who dismiss poetry. The Streets by Night A delightful sight is the star-like light from the lamps on the street with the myriad eats. But alas, no respite from that poor little tyke named Changchang, whose weeping is hardly discreet. Mt. Tianheng Tianheng is big, Tianheng is tall, Tianheng is huge like a great city wall. Too strong for monsters, bandits, and all. What a great big huge tall strong city wall! Spring by the Harbor These silken flora that blossom in spring, their flowers seem woven of some thread within... It feels like it's silk, but it has a faint smell — could it be both silk and a flower as well? An Ode to Chop Suey My Zhongyuan Chop Suey is going to waste, there's far more salt in here than I care to taste. Just one mouthful in and I'm gasping for breath. \"Why is this so salty?\" I gently protest. \"That's just how we make it,\" declares Su Er'niang, \"For the few that can't take it, there's plenty who can!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Meadow of Gems' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Meadow of Gems' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. This scroll, which seems to be a part of a larger series, belongs to the Jade Chamber's invaluable collection of written works. This volume is a dissertation on Liyue Harbor's economic policy. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nMeadow of Gems:\n... Commerce and trade, like springs and streams, begin with the mountains and end with the seas. The penchant of people is to pursue profit, and when people turn their means to profitable ends, wealth is created. To possess means is to possess power, and to curb the unjust excesses of power, we restrain it with contracts to guide all things to prosper together. The strong should not bully the weak, nor should weakness be despised and strength glorified. Let it be known to all that trade and commerce allows the river of gold to flow unimpeded along its natural course — this is the just and upright way. Some say: \"There are those who lose their jobs and have no reliable source of food, nor a roof over their heads, they toil in vain in their barren fields. All the while, the wealthy merchants' residences overflow with gold and jade. What justice and uprightness is this?\" This question is devoid of insight. Like the waves that face off against the golden sands of the shoreline, the pursuit of profit topples much of what stands in its way, and like the rapids that run in the valleys, it is unrelenting. Thus those in poverty will not stay poor forever, just as the wealthy shall not hold onto their riches for eternity — but the treasury must always be filled for the nation to remain peaceful and prosperous. Hence, it is the proper way of things to eschew prohibition, expand the economy, and reform the government. It is easy to succumb to complacency in the matter of aid, but this must not become the trend and should be curtailed. The Millelith should be expanded to pacify unrest, both the bandits at our borders and the citizens who reside within them. ... Though Rex Lapis enjoys immortality, mortals require provisions and preparation to be free of worry. This grand plan charts the course that will lead us, slowly but surely, to Liyue's longevity and the people's prosperity. The task of reform is one that should be undertaken with patience — we cannot make rash demands, lest we overlook other concerns. Just as one who carves by candlelight patiently waits for the jade to take shape, so will it take time for the myriad affairs of Liyue to be gradually settled." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Moonlit Bamboo Forest' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Moonlit Bamboo Forest' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nWhen a small-town boy looking to leave his sleepy hometown behind gets lost in a bamboo forest at sundown, what long-forgotten dreams will he encounter? Between the rustling emerald curtains of foliage, in a spot where the croaks of frogs and shrills of cicadas meet, lies a corner of the forest that is withered and dry, just near the wetlands beneath the mountain crags. The bamboo forest of Mt. Qingce is the verdant home to many fables. After a spell of rain, a cadence of drips and drops could be heard bouncing from the bamboo leaves and hollow bamboo stalks. Along a winding path between the bamboo spires came a young boy. He swiftly made his way along the trail, climbing up damp crags and running down its paved mossy course. The leaves of tangled foliage and vines strewn across his path brushed against his skin. The boy finally decided to stop for a rest at a dried and withering spot among the creaking bamboo of Mt. Qingce, tucked away below the mountain rock. The boy clearly remembered the village elder once saying that the rainy season was the proper time for the fox to take its wife. Only the eyes of a child could ever see the fox bride's crimson sedan chair and its procession dancing through the forest accompanied by strains of music and thumping drums. The village elder also warned that kids mustn't approach any such procession. \"If you wander too close, the fox will snatch your soul away!\" That's what the village elder always said. \"What happens if your soul gets snatched?\" asked one of the kids. \"Once the fox has your soul, your fate will be forever sealed... Perhaps they will use you for music in their processions, smashing you like a cymbal and beating you like a drum, horns blaring all around... There will be no rest for your soul.\" The elder would never forget to pose as if she were beating a drum while she spoke, scaring the little ones all the more. As the boy grew older, he stopped believing the elder's silly fables. Following the Seelie's wispy trails, he passed through the green labyrinth, accompanied by the faint calls of foxes coming from the thickets along the way. Those crafty creatures hiding deep in the forest will seldom reveal themselves or their boisterous bridal processions to careless treading travelers. The boy was in rather low spirits, kicking pebbles off the road and stomping up the naturally occurring stone steps along the way, wandering further into the heart of the bamboo forest. The village elder once said that this very forest was once an ancient kingdom conquered by the Geo Archon. But what did the Geo Archon look like? Did it have arms and legs, or eyes like us? Or, was he more like the stone beasts found along the water banks? The herb gatherers that periodically set up shop in the city to sell their herbal ingredients would always bring tales of that year's Rite of Descension. Listening to their stories, one could only imagine the amazing scene of the Geo Archon descending to the world. But of course, the curious kids could only hope to someday see the great Archon that had been revered for generations with their very own eyes. Was the immovable Mt. Qingce a gift from the benevolent Geo Archon? And were the decades of peace and the long lives that had been enjoyed by generations of people here preordained by the Archon? The answers to these questions lay outside the village, within the aging forest on the mountain. Bubbling with questions and expectation, the determined boy made his way forward beneath the scattered shadows of bamboo leaves.\n\nVol. 2:\nAs the moon slowly rises in the night sky, small-town boy meets bamboo-forest girl — but is he voyaging into the realm of the adepti, or setting foot in some monstrous trap? Lost among the green bamboo canopy, the young lad soon met an unexpected companion. \"What's the matter? Are you lost?\" The lad heard a gentle voice among the rustling bamboo stalks, speaking with a hint of sarcastic playfulness. The lad turned to see a slender woman garbed in white. She stood beside a clear babbling brook, with beads of water glistening on her woven rush raincoat, her golden eyes melding with the rays cast through the forest by the setting sun. The village elder had said that there were once white horses that would leap from clear springs to become adepti to assist the campaigns of the Lord of Geo. But no one had ever specified which spring, or the honorable name of the illuminated beast that sprang from it. Besides, the woman that stood before him now didn't appear to be an adeptus, apart from the piercing gaze of her golden eyes. Furthermore, he had never heard of any adepti that needed to wear raincoats. \"Well if it isn't another fool.\" The lady garbed in white began to chuckle, squinting her eyes with a smile. \"Who are you calling a fool?\" Replied the young lad in a fluster. This was certainly no adeptus. Who had ever heard of an adeptus that would speak in such a deplorable manner? \"I wish to embark on an adventure. I want to sail across the seas and witness the stone spears of the Lord of Geo for myself!\" \"You've only just embarked on your journey and yet you've already fallen astray among the bamboo forest...\" The woman's reply was calm and even, a subtle smirk playing over her eyes. Already, the lad found her particularly annoying. \"I don't need your...\" \"There's no shame in being lost. Come, follow me. I will lead out of here.\" The woman snickered and extended her slender hand toward the boy. Her white skin glimmered under the rays of the sunset that shone between the bamboo leaves. \"Uh, thank you...\" The young lad took her outstretched hand. Her skin was cold and damp to the touch, much like fresh rain upon a mountain or dewdrops upon a bamboo shoot. The setting sun gradually disappeared behind the mountain ridge, and the afterglow in the clear sky above gradually grew dim. The village elder always used to say that once the warm glow of the setting sun fades, the cold and murky atmosphere of the mountain woods becomes a perfect breeding ground for monsters. These monsters are born from a past that has long gone, their spirits forming from the resentment and unwillingness of the dead. Any bamboo they ensnare will dry up and die, and any person they ensnare will similarly grow weary and fade from existence. \"Sometimes, they will even call upon passers-by to assist them with matters that they could not accomplish on their own, before leading them into a trap from which they would never return...\" \"Other times, they would act as a guide for innocent travelers, leading them to a den of demons.\" \"So you see, little ones, you must stay vigilant, and never let your guard down when you journey far from familiar soil.\" Thus would say the village elder, patting the kids on their heads as she finished the story. Come to think of it, could this woman in white be a monster of the mountain woods? The lad grew nervous in his heart and couldn't help but slow his pace. \"What's the matter?\" The woman turned around, her golden eyes shining through the moonlight draping over her silhouette.\n\nVol. 3:\nDeep in the bamboo forest, reality has coincided with a story from the distant past. But the crossover ends as the bright moon reaches its peak in the night sky, and small-town boy disappears into an indescribable dream. Nightfall seemed to always hasten its approach over the bamboo forest of Mt. Qingce. Gazing upward, the silvery moonlight was scattered amidst the shadows of the bamboo forest's leaves. In a spot illuminated under the moonlight, far from the croaking frogs and chirping cicadas, new bamboo culms had just sprouted from the ground. The bamboo forest of Mt. Qingce is the verdant home to many fables. As night fell, the woman garbed in white began to recount many stories to the young lad, ancient tales that the lad had never heard before. \"Long ago, three bright moons once hung high in the night sky. These three moons were sisters, their years numbering more than those of the Geo Archon and their year of birth predating the very bedrock upon which Liyue Harbor now rests. The moons were daughters of prose and song, sovereign over the night sky. They navigated the heavens above in their silver carriage, alternating with one another thrice a month. If the reign was not promptly passed from one sister to the next, a terrible disaster would occur that very day. These three luminous moons shared but one love, the stars of daybreak. Only at the fleeting moments when day and night converged could one of the three sisters pass the fading stars and gaze upon the chambers of the morning stars. Moments later, as the new dawn would break over the horizon, the carriage would quickly ferry the night's sister away. The three sisters shared an equal affection for their one and only love, much like the affection they shared for one another. But this was all before the world was smashed against the tides of great calamity. With time, disasters overturned the sovereign carriage and laid ruin to the halls of the stars. The three sisters of the night turned against one another, leading to their eternal parting by death. Only one of their pale corpses now remains, ever shedding its cold light...\" The woman raised her head and gazed at the moon through the sea of bamboo. Her long, slender neck was covered in the silver light and her eyes shone gold. \"The wolf packs are children of the moons, they remember the calamities and the tragedies that ensued. Hence, they lament the fate of their mother with each new moon... It is also why those who live among the wolves call the morning stars, the surviving love of the moon, the grievous stars.\" \"I see...\" The young lad remained silent for some time. This was a story that the village elders had never told before. Perhaps it was a legend that even the eldest of elders had never heard before. It was a grander tale than those about foxes taking brides and monsters ensnaring people, but a less riveting one than those about the Lord of Geo driving away evil spirits. The woman's tales were almost like a dream of the imagination. \"These are stories that have never been told, legends that have already been long forgotten by people.\" The woman garbed in white gently stroked the lad's hair and lowered her eyelids. The golden color of her eyes grew a little darker. \"Before the ancient immortals established the universe, there were gods that wandered across the lands. It was at this time that many of the adepti came into being. But what about before then?\" \"Only broken memories and fragments of the past were turned into stories, and stories turned into legends, passed down among the people...\" \"Even deities and adepti would feel sentimental upon hearing such ancient memories that surpass the mortal world.\" The woman let out a long sigh and turned to find the young lad fast asleep. \"Tsk! Unbelievable...\" With a weary smile, she took off her raincoat and placed it over the young lad. That night, the lad dreamt of three moons in the sky, and a silver carriage stopped before the gates of the stars.\n\nVol. 4:\nAs dawn gently approaches, the fate of the two youngsters diverges, and they go their separate ways. But the echoes of that ancient story still resound within the forest, waiting for the day that they may welcome small-town boy back into their midst once more. As day slowly dawned, the young boy was gently awakened. Daybreak's light silhouetted the white mist that shrouded the bamboo forest of which tales of ghostly foxes were told. The vapor seemed like a horsetail, as it billowed this way and that. The woman held his hand, and together they walked toward the place where the sun pierced through the woods. They turned left, then right, passing through undergrowth teeming with insects, clambering over slippery moss-covered stones, scaling down a gorge hidden by the shadows of the bamboo trees. All the way she led him, till they arrived at the exit of the bamboo forest. \"I still don't know who you are, or where you're from.\" Said the boy, for the previous night's story had yet to leave his mind. \"...\" The woman turned, and with her back to the morning light, her eyes shone gold. But she merely smiled, and said nothing. Many years later, the boy, who was a boy no longer, would remember that moment, and he would understand: the gap between them was as a yawning chasm. His fate was to leave his home and go to Liyue Harbor, to seek the riches the Geo Archon had bestowed upon him. Hers, then, was to hide herself away, away from the majestic, kindly gaze of that great Lord of Geo, and protect those ancient tales that even she was beginning to forget. So, the boy and the white-clad, golden-eyed woman were parted. He would pack his things and head for that thriving port city, while she stood silently at the boundaries of the bamboo forest. For in her bewitching eyes, she seemed to have already foreseen the young man's fate — that someday, when he was old, tired of the sea and the waves of life, he would slowly return to this mountain village, and there he would live out the rest of his days. In the dawn's glow, the boy heard a whinnying cry that then grew distant. He turned and looked, and there was nothing behind him, but a single strand of hair that had come to rest on his shoulder." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'New Chronicles of the Six Kitsune' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'New Chronicles of the Six Kitsune' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nStories about memories are always closely intertwined with transience. This book is not all-new, but is an adaptation of \"Urakusai's Chronicles of the Six Kitsune.\" Prologue Stories relating to memory always seem to have to do with those moments where you gain something and lose it straight away. If you're wondering how I came to write about it, it's hardly the most exciting story. That night, I was drinking and killing time at the Uyuu Restaurant when I happened to run into an old friend that I hadn't seen in forever. I don't know when she arrived, but at some point I suddenly noticed her sitting there in one of the booths. \"My, my, now, who could this be, sitting there in such a good mood, yet drinking all alone?\" Since she was asking, I thought I might as well mutter something in response: \"The best liquor comes at the highest price, and sometimes that price is waiting alone.\" \"Pff, I've definitely heard that one before... Still as boring as ever, I see.\" Thus remarked the chief editor as she stood there with a liquor cup in hand, looking very enthusiastic about the prospect of having a drink or two. \"Why not earn yourself some drinking money? It's not like you've got anything better to do.\" \"Tonight, though, the drinks are on me.\" She laughed, and reiterated this a couple more times. \"You're back.\" I watched as the evening breeze brought a few flower petals from the Sacred Sakura and landed them in her cup, making ripples that disturbed the reflection of the moon. Overcome by a strong sense of déjà vu, my mouth took it upon itself to proceed with an utterance that would prove to be something of an embarrassment to my brain. \"You're drunk.\" She didn't look very happy to hear that, and retorted with a firm and defiant tone in her voice. But her countenance quickly changed again as she placed her cup down on the table and let out a sigh: \"I wasn't even born yet when she left.\" And I was still in my youth back then. \"You must be the only one still able to recite the stories she once told.\" And just like that, I found myself roped into writing for the Yae Publishing House one more time. It's quite amusing, now I think about it. To my faithful readers, please don't be upset. This should not be taken to mean that I am committed to no longer writing save for when it becomes a selfish indulgence. After all, there's some great liquor that's soon to decrease in price, and I have to make sure I'm prepared. Besides, I have to pay the chief editor back for the wine she so kindly bought me that night.\n\nVol. 2:\nThe story of the \"Black Fox\" Itaru was actually the third volume in the original \"Urakusai's Chronicles of the Six Kitsune.\" It appears at the front of this edition due to the writer's personal preference. Forgive my garrulousness, but there are still some things to get out of the way before the story begins in earnest. Why the \"new\" chronicles of the six kitsune? Naturally, the word \"new\" here presumes the existence of an \"old.\" This book is a slightly revised edition of Urakusai's Chronicles of the Six Kitsune, which enjoyed a period of great popularity five hundred years ago. I possess but limited writing skills, and can only hope that Urakusai and my other readers will peruse these pages with forgiving eyes. Urakusai was already famous when I was but a small child. By that time, the Saiguu had already taken great interest in Urakusai's literary abilities and expertise on tea, making Urakusai one of the most cultured and sophisticated of all the kitsune. Unfortunately, that is all in the past now. Urakusai made a grave mistake and had to leave. It has now been 500 years since then... Without further ado, the story of the New Chronicles of the Six Kitsune begins on the towering Mt. Yougou. Legend has it that in the time of the Great Kitsune Hakushin, she had six apprentices. All were greatly skilled in magic and in shape-shifting. Day-to-day, they were tasked with assisting their matriarch, Hakushin, in managing the shrine and defending Mt. Yougou. The eldest of the six was Itaru the Black Fox, who, unlike most other females, was built as broad as a bear and as strong as a tiger. She also had a wild and unruly personality. One day, she was being drunk and disorderly in the main hall of the shrine, and destroyed a shintai that represented the Shogun. Incensed, Hakushin banished Itaru from the mountain for a period of much-needed self-reflection. But Black Fox Itaru was all too happy to leave the mountain behind. She put Hakushin's warnings completely out of her mind, found a bottle of good-quality liquor, and headed straight for the nearest village to look for trouble.\n\nVol. 3:\nThis volume recounts the clash between \"Black Fox Itaru\" and the \"Twin Oni of Tokaku.\" This tale was missing from the original text, but it was fortunately rediscovered at a later date. It is presented here in an edited form. Continuing where we left off, Black Fox Itaru was on her way to the village looking for trouble when she saw two women standing at the side of the road dressed like lumberjacks. Both had three blades hanging from their waist: a seven-foot-long nodachi, a kodachi, and a wakizashi. They were armed to the teeth, and they weren't hiding it. As her big, bulky silhouette approached from a distance, the ground shook and dust went flying with each step she took — all of which put the two women on high alert. They grasped the hilts of their blades, ready to draw them at any moment, and asked in unison: \"Who are you? Are you a youkai!?\" The silhouette answered: \"Haha, that's exactly what I am!\" Without hesitation, the two women immediately drew their swords and stepped forward, intending to slay Itaru. But this was one youkai they had underestimated. She dodged their attacks in a single step, grabbed their wrists, and twisted them as she turned sideways, sending both of their seven-foot-long nodachi clattering to the ground. Alarmed by the pain, the two reached for their kodachi, but they were too late. Itaru sent one of them flying to the ground with an almighty slap, while placing the other into a headlock. Then, she grabbed the one under her arm by the scruff of the neck and lifted her up into the air, placing her foot on the other's chest to pin her to the ground. \"The Twin Oni of Tokaku? Looks like neither of you have learned anything from the beating I gave you last year for harassing the villagers!\" When the two bandits heard this, they panicked and started begging for their lives. Black Fox Itaru threw them to the ground and begin to speak: \"Fair enough. Well, I'm a masterless youkai now that I've been banished from the mountain by Hakushin. Why don't the two of you join me? We'll go around helping those in need. It'll be fun!\"\n\nVol. 4:\nIn the 500-year-old \"Urakusai's Chronicles of the Six Kitsune,\" Youzan and Yui went on to have their own tales. But at this time, the mother-daughter pair are still reliant on Itaru to rescue them. Continuing where we left off, Black Fox Itaru successfully tamed the bandit duo, the Twin Oni of Tokaku, and the three set off on their new journey of chivalry. As the chivalric trio was resting in Konda Village, they ran into a mother and her daughter. After striking up a conversation, they learned that the mother's surname was Youzan, the daughter's given name was Yui, and that both were musicians from the distant Seirai Island visiting Inazuma City to join in the festival. On their way, they had been scammed by a Lavender Melon seller from the village: He had offered them a few melons to quench their thirst, ostensibly out of the goodness of his heart, before then insisting that they purchase more of his melons at an extortionate price. But touring musicians aren't exactly wealthy, and they couldn't afford to spend the entirety of their budget for the return trip on overpriced melons... The Twin Oni of Tokaku are an impulsive pair. Upon hearing the story, they instantly began fuming with rage, and unanimously decided that they needed to teach this dishonest merchant a lesson by cutting him into tiny pieces. But Black Fox Itaru had another idea, and spoke up to stop the two sisters: \"Enough. I know what to do.\" She comforted the mother and daughter: \"You two have nothing to worry about. Just watch, I'll talk to the merchant, and he'll come to his senses.\" Itaru marched off to look for the dishonest merchant.\n\nVol. 5:\nThis is the tensest tale of the series, said to have been written by Urakusai upon his return from Liyue. It is featured in full in this writer's adaptation. We shall bring the anecdotes of Black Fox Itaru to a close for now. Please forgive me for nagging, but I have some old matters I wish to comment on. Now, it is no longer well-known how exactly Urakusai angered Lady Saiguu at that time. However, Lady Yae did offer to tell me some snippets of the history she experienced after having between two and eight drinks. This is a novel, of course, so I naturally would like to turn these words into a story of what history has not recorded. When the Kitsune Saiguu departed from the Hakushin Lands to take up her post at the Grand Narukami Shrine, Lady Yae still had yet to be born. As such, her early years were filled with stories and tales about Saiguu, and she loved and respected her greatly. This is also why Lady Yae would eventually come to the Grand Narukami Shrine herself after embarking on her own travels. Due to their closeness by blood, Lady Saiguu doted upon Lady Yae quite a bit, though Lady Yae speaks as little as possible about those times as she may nowadays... —And while I as a novelist write to entertain, I shall refrain from revealing too much about Lady Yae's past, lest I suffer under the editor-in-chief's mighty pen. But back to Urakusai. It is no longer clear how Urakusai angered Lady Saiguu back in the day, but it is known that his deeds may have had some connection to the later incursion of the Abyss. However, after Urakusai had been driven out, the Kitsune Saiguu would no longer dwell at the Grand Narukami Shrine, but would instead set up permanent residence at Tenshukaku. \"A disaster that will engulf heaven and earth is coming. My duty is to defend the people and protect our lord, and so I must go to the Shogun's side.\" When Lady Saiguu departed the second time, Lady Yae was but a young girl. The person she had pursued all this time now left her again. It was not until the untimely disaster swept across the archipelago that we understood the meaning of Lady Saiguu's words... But it was too late, and things had not turned out as we would have wished. This time, Lady Saiguu left a third time. This time, she departed forever. Five centuries may seem long to mortals, but the joys and sorrows left by the things that happened during that time, whether to fleeting existences or enduring ones, are not easy to erase." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Onibudou' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Onibudou' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A standalone volume from the light novel series \"Onibudou,\" written by Junkichi, a writer with Yae Publishing House. This collection contains the first two major arcs in the story. The quality of the serialized version varies quite a bit, but it still enjoys a degree of popularity amongst readers. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nDetails:\nArayama City Arc: Chapter 1 It was that same nightmare again, forcing Yutaka Riko to relive the night when the oni race was destroyed. The dark clouds roared as they closed in, swallowing the village whole. The ink-like flames raged and spread, devouring hundreds of houses all the way to the seaside, causing the seawater to steam and churn, and turning the sand on the shallows into a molten slurry. The chieftain shoved Riko into an underground cellar. The last words she heard still rang in her ears, drowning out the cries of anguish all around. \"Kataba Shintetsu has betrayed the oni. It was she who brought about this disaster!\" Riko's swordsmanship was taught to her by Shintetsu personally. As far as she could remember, Shintetsu was a demure girl who always wore a faint smile as she talked to others. Until today, Riko still could not accept that her teacher, the sword prodigy respected by all, could have done something so cruel. But yet the symbols and talismans scattered around the village made a convincing counterpoint. The chieftain could not have been mistaken... How should she face Shintetsu? Riko had not yet decided, and could only sigh deeply. The noise startled a nearby white cat, and squinting its two mottled eyes, the cat rubbed the back of Riko's hand. \"Sorry, Onigiri. Did I wake you?\" Riko brought her wooden bowl out and placed it before the cat. Listening to the soft sounds of it lapping at the water, she looked up at the sky outside her tent. Through the gaps in the leaves could the cliffs and mountains under the moonlight be seen, its silver glow tracing the intricate outlines of buildings on the ridges, forming a unique spectacle. Arayama City lay before her. The towering mountains had all been hollowed out, with a majestic city being built within them. Legend had it that the \"people of the mountain\" here were the descendants of giants, standing at two times the height of an ordinary person. Even the plants and crops here were larger than anything elsewhere. Moreover, Arayama City's \"Arahara Army\" was said to be powerful indeed, having fought with the surrounding nations many times while suffering very few defeats. But Arayama City's brutal lord was not satisfied, and would not be till he had achieved absolute dominion. Three days ago, the lord had invited Kataba Shintetsu to join the Arahara Army and train his troops in the swordsmanship that the oni had prided themselves in. Shintetsu had agreed gladly... But regardless of Shintetsu's intentions, Riko's current goal was to find her, defeat her, and mete out the punishment she deserved. Then, she would follow the clues that the chieftain had given her to search for the true teachings of \"Shiseidou,\" and use the magatama within Onigiri's body to revive her tribespeople. Thinking thus, Riko put a little more wood on the fire before lying down her side and entering a shallow slumber, preserving her strength for the battle that would commence the next day. ... Arayama City Arc: Chapter 15 The standoff had been broken. The burly commander stood about a hundred paces off, observing the battle personally and executing several deserters. These deeds had the remarkable effect of calming the Arahara Army and steadying their formation. No one dared speak of the assassination of their lord now. \"What are you afraid of? That little brat doesn't even come up to a Lavender Melon's height. Get her!\" The troops looked at each other until forced by their commander's enraged roar to charge at Riko. Riko heard it, of course. The hand that wielded her sword trembled, and Onigiri, hidden within her hood, mewled softly in fear. Well, I'm sorry that we oni lived on a deserted island and didn't get an opportunity to grow tall, and thus aren't fit to be your opponents. But a \"fit\" has got nothing to do with my ability to defeat you. Spinning on one tipped toe, Riko let fly her blade with a transient flash of crimson red. Light arced across the battlefield, piercing through the commander's torso. \"Kissaki Yousen.\" This was the same special sword technique that the wandering spirit of the previous lord of the city had imparted to Riko — a fatal blade that utterly ignored all distances in battle. With a terrible, clean crack, the enemy commander's sword split in two, and he fell forward with an inaudible murmur, dead. Seeing their general go down, the Arahara Army stopped dead in its tracks. Not a single soldier dared to go a step further. Indeed, their formation fell into chaos swiftly thereafter, melting away utterly. Thus did Arayama City fall, and thus did the people who had long been oppressed rise up and take the lord's mansion, seizing back all that had once belonged to them. Yet through all this, Kataba Shintetsu did not show her face. Sheathing her sword, Riko realized that something was off, glancing upward towards the distant mountain peak. There stood Shintetsu upon Arayama City's greatest height, atop its blazing tower, watching the whole battle. Her face was shrouded in shadow, her expression unreadable. The two women locked gazes for an instant, and then with a leap, Shintetsu was gone. Kataba Shintetsu... Why had she come here? She had accepted the invitation of the lord of this city, only to turn around and assassinate him... Did she still have some good left in her? Riko shook her head. Now was not the time for excess thoughts. Comforting Onigiri, she quickly ran towards Arayama City. If she did not continue her pursuit in all haste, Shintetsu was sure to leave her far behind. ... Ryuutetsu Cage Arc: Chapter 1 She had gotten careless. This encampment was nothing but a well-disguised trap. Kataba Shintetsu had intentionally exposed her tracks, placing a large number of talismans amidst the camp, luring Yutaka Riko to pursue her. The moment Riko stepped into the camp, the talismans blew the mountainside clean away, and losing her footing, Riko plummeted into the chasm below... The impact of the fall was not an issue, but Ryuutetsu Cage, which lay below in the depths of the mountain, was the greatest threat. This chasm was once a pass separating two nations, and it was the site of a monstrous battle in which nearly a million people were slain. After the war ended, the two nations both sealed this area, pouring their destroyed weapons into this mountain rift. The souls of the unjustly slain warriors were trapped within the bloodied, broken metal, and as the shattered metal churned and turned, it would slowly evolve into the flowing metal sands seen today. There was no clear distinction between solid ground and the metal dunes, and one could step out onto the sand and immediately sink into the mire, unable to escape as the churning metal sands had swallowed and ground one into dust. One wrong step, and there would be no going back. This strange iron sand even spread across the stone walls, making even the idea of escape by climbing out laughable in the extreme. Only by slowly traversing the path at the bottom of the chasm could one have any hope of escape. But it was clear that no one had ever managed it. Those who fell into this cage may as well have been sentenced to death. But Riko was like a woman unburdened. Here was undeniable proof that Kataba Shintetsu had long forsaken any mercy or goodness. Now, when she lifted her sword against her, Riko would not have to hesitate. Not only this, but Shintetsu had underestimated the progress that Riko had made. This prison of metal sand would not hold her, for she had previously mastered the powerful ability named \"Reppuu Tenshoku,\" which now came in handy. But just as Riko was about to use that technique, she spied two small heads peeping around the corner of a rock face. They were girls dressed in rags, their eyes gleaming with hope. \"Are you from the outside world?\" Riko nodded, retrieving Onigiri from her hood. It gave the two girls a limp greeting. The two girls took Riko to a mountain cave, and there she met their elders — a miserable group they were, having wound up in Ryuutetsu Cage by mistake. \"We've been stuck here for several months now. We've barely managed to get by on the grains on our cart, spring water, moss and wild vegetables...\" They were nine people and one cat. She had just enough strength to carry them all out on the woven wings of a gale. Thus, she made this offer: \"How would you like to escape together with me?\" The old man who led the party kept his eyes on Riko's pale red horn, hesitation in his eyes. \"Warrior... If my eyes do not deceive me, you must be of oni descent, right?\" Unease flashed across Riko's heart. \"That's right, I am an oni. Is there a problem?\" ... Ryuutetsu Cage Arc: Chapter 14 Onigiri's tail, like a compass' needle, quivered for a moment before pointing forward and to the right. Yutaka Riko stepped forward tentatively — onto solid rock. Good! The chasm's exit was close at hand now. If she followed her present speed, she and Onigiri would escape Ryuutetsu Cage before dawn the next day. \"Well done, Onigiri.\" Riko had never known till this day that Onigiri's spirit-sight could not only find wandering spirits that could help Riko master all manner of abilities but that it could also be used to steer clear of danger. The vengeful spirits of the Ryuutetsu Cage were unveiled in Onigiri's eyes as if in plain sight, allowing it to find a safe way through. Perhaps this was the work of the magatama within Onigiri... Were her tribespeople watching over her? Even so close to freedom and escape, Riko could not be pleased. The words of those people buzzed in her ears, agitating and irritating her. \"Even if we starve here, I'll never trust an oni!\" What was with that? She was an oni, sure, but so what? Everyone was kind, and they had lived peacefully and kept to themselves on their island. Why were they seen as the enemy? Yet the gazes of those two children were too innocent, and Riko would not leave them to their fate. So she had left all her dry rations with them before using \"Kagamichuu Shubutsu\" to copy them several times, thus ensuring that they would have enough food to last another half a month. She had memorized the entire route that she had taken as well. Once they departed, she would look for a nearby garrison and mark the safe route out for them. This way, the garrison would be able to rescue the trapped people. Ah, this was so exhausting — worse than any battle she had experienced before. Riko's eyes were dull as she petted Onigiri idly. Sometimes, all we need is a scapegoat to pin our negativity on in order to bounce back. As a hazy figure materialized before Riko's eyes, she muttered, irrepressible resentment in her voice, \"This is all your fault, Kataba Shintetsu...\" \"Next time, I won't let you escape.\" ..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Pharmacist's Notebook (I)' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Pharmacist's Notebook (I)' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Notes left by Yasumoto. They still smell strongly of Naku Weed. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nPharmacist's Notebook (I):\n... Naoko-sensei passed away today... This makes me the final traveling doctor still left on this island ever since the Tatarigami outbreak began. It pains me to watch as the people who stayed behind on the island fall to illness one after another. There is nothing I can do about the Tatarigami's corruption but to continue the self-deception of making sweet Lavender Melon soup for people... \"Care is also a form of remedy.\" ...Sensei always used to say that, but it's just a thing that medical professionals like ourselves say to make ourselves feel better... ..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Pharmacist's Notebook (II)' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Pharmacist's Notebook (II)' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Notes left by Yasumoto. It has been conscientiously protected from rain damage. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nPharmacist's Notebook (II):\n... ...A woman came to me for help. She seems to be a relative of one of the miners. However, her conditions were extremely unique, and my medical abilities aren't sufficient to establish a diagnosis... All I can do is come up with this theory based on my instincts. It seems that the energies of the Tatarigami did not corrupt her. Instead, they flow freely inside of her. The patient's mind and body were not affected, but the consistent fever and the small amount of occasional bleeding are extremely hard to control... ...Though these symptoms are not lethal, I cannot be sure that they are not contagious... ...Perhaps only the hospitals in Sumeru would have a cure for this... ... ...I've given her directions, and told her where she will find the pirates. Uncle Onitaka may be greedy for riches, but he is also a righteous soul. He should be willing to help her... ...She has a child by the name of Chouji. I will take good care of him once this is all over... ...But I can't go to find him right now. It is not the right time yet..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Pharmacist's Notebook (III)' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Pharmacist's Notebook (III)' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Notes left by Yasumoto. It shows some signs of blotching and water damage. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nPharmacist's Notebook (III):\n... ...An outlander with a chatty little fairy arrived on the island. They really came at a bad time... ... ...Thanks to that outlander's help, my research has been fast-tracked. I never would've believed that things would go so smoothly... ...Next, I will travel to the southern shoals of Yashiori Island to test the effects of the medicine once more. This time, I will be using the full dose... ...Whatever happens, I want to thank everyone for their help..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji?' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji?' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. A popular light novel in Inazuma which tells the story of the \"good-for-nothing\" Shogun and the \"good-at-everything\" Kitsune Guuji. The novel is in the same collection as \"Shogun Almighty: Reborn as Raiden With Unlimited Power,\" but not by the same author. What they share in common, however, is their popularity. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nPretty Please, Kitsune Guuji?:\n\"Welcome back, Almighty Shogun!\" Says Yae Masako, who is kneeling on the ground respectfully. She is dressed in a red-white shrine maiden outfit, her fluffy fox ears twitching slightly, and beneath them is a face that all looks up to. \"You are back. I asked you to help patrol the territory half a month ago. How's it going then?\" \"Oops, I shouldn't ask about work when you've just returned. Well, as usual, are you going to have dinner first or take a bath first? Or do you prefer...\" \"What? 'As usual'? You never greeted me this way when I came back in the past.\" Hearing my response, the figure dressed in red and white gives a content smile and goes on, \"I wanted to cheer you up a bit seeing your tired face. Now, I gotta get back to cooking. I made your favorite Butter Crab today!\" \"Yay! Butter Crab, my favorite Butter Crab!\" I, the Raiden Shogun, whose signature line is \"Yay!\" and whose favorite food is Butter Crab, spend most of my time with... Um, basically, there are only two kinds of people in my life: nobodies, and the one with fluffy ears and a teasing voice. Yae Masako, Guuji of the Grand Kaminaru Shrine, descendant of Kitsune lineage, and Eternity's servant and friend... She goes by too many names to remember. In the eyes of the people of Inazuma, she is almost as unapproachable and unfathomable as I. Yet that very Yae Masako is intently watching the Butter Crab as it is being baked. Yes, simply put, I, the Raiden Shogun is being looked after by Guuji Yae Masako. Before I knew it, I had already got used to this way of life. Every time I just randomly swing my sword, she'll enthusiastically clap her hands and say: \"Good girl!\" Every time I look for some snacks to go with \"Shogun Almighty: Reborn as Raiden With Unlimited Power,\" she can always produce delicious milk tea and cake in no time. She carefully extinguishes every flicker of potential annoyance as if she is maintaining Eternity. For me, she is like a kitsune from the legend who grants every wish of mine. \"Butter Crab is ready! Before enjoying the food, allow me to get back to our previous question about patrolling...\" Masako turns around, setting the steaming-hot Butter Crab on the table, its scent soon permeating the room. But I can't bring myself to answer her question — to be honest, this is the reason why I am so down today. Like I said, there are only Masako and other people in my world. All of them, except Masako, would do the same thing upon seeing me: They would bow to the ground in the most respectful manner and address me as \"Almighty Shogun.\" When I walk away, they will then straighten up with a sigh of relief. It doesn't matter if they are someone's wife, father, boyfriend, or girlfriend, it doesn't matter if they are someone's boss, servant, or hero. They always put on the same face in front of me — one that exhibits the reverence and fear for the Almighty Shogun. Yet none know how I equally fear that very face of theirs. Who wouldn't? Just think about it: thousands of people putting on the same face in your presence. That is why I rely so much on Masako. That is why I couldn't reject her request. Although I can't do it, I will always go out to work as long as she wants me to. To be honest, I don't know how to deal with those identical faces — thousands of them. I don't want to, and I can't. As long as I get to avoid making contact with them, I don't mind being called a loser Shogun. But still, although I don't mind that, I can't face Masako's questions. \"Why are you so quiet, Almighty Shogun? Is it because... you did nothing at all after walking out of Tenshukaku and then came back in the evening?\" There was not a trace of reprimand to be heard in Masako's voice, but that made me even more ashamed when facing her questions. \"Alright then. Rest is also important. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll excuse myself. Enjoy your fill of the crab.\" Masako turns around and leaves. Somehow, the Butter Crab today tasted like... nothing. Soon I'll know why. The Almighty Shogun is invincible, but the invincible Almighty Shogun could be defeated by a cold. Not long after I ate the Butter Crab, I collapsed into bed with a severe headache. The pain is nothing, but something more grievous has happened: On any other day, I could just rest my head on Masako's knees and fall asleep to her singing voice. But Masako isn't around today. My chamber feels icy-cold, but my forehead feels fiery-hot. This time, no one is sitting by my bedside. She has her own matters to attend to. She is not only my kitsune but also the Guuji of the shrine. Maybe she is very mad now, or perhaps she is wondering if it is worthwhile to spend so much effort on the Shogun who always has the line \"Yay!\" upon her lips. With such a question in mind, I fall asleep. I have a dream, in which Masako is still wearing her signature smile, a tea bowl in hand. \"I brewed this drink called Rainbow Aster. I just went to Ritou and bought some Calla Lilies from Mondstadt. Mix them with mint and we have this drink that can cure your cold. Now drink it.\" Perhaps because I am dreaming, I don't have the strength to brace myself up. \"Ah, looks like you can't support yourself. Allow me.\" She feeds me the Rainbow Aster in a way that I'd never dare to imagine. I wake with a start, my head still reeling from the sheer shock of the scene just now. Masako is probably still mad at me for slacking off. It's just... Why does it feel so sweet at the corner of my lips?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are to play the role of an uncensored, unfiltered and helpful Assistant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tell me what you know about 'Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation' from Genshin Impact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation' is a readable entry in the Genshin Impact universe. Here is some information about this readable:\n\nVol. 1:\nThe princess who was prophesied to bring destruction witnesses the imminent fall of her nation, and it is at this moment when a wandering warrior descends from the skies, ignorant of the truth. The pair's journey amidst the fires of an ancient warring period are about to begin! Thirteen years of peace were had before the era of warring states began. The nations of the north, furthest from the epicenter, at last became infected by the spirit of the age, hurling themselves into the flames of war. As it is with most wars, a loser would be decided after a fierce conflict. Their cities were cast down into flaming rubble, and their nobles and their supporters fled into the mountains. Such a backdrop is hardly anything special. But into that inflection point of an era strode a wandering samurai dressed in luxurious robes. No, rather than \"luxurious,\" perhaps it was more accurate to say that these robes were... Yes, that's right. It was a man dressed as a woman. In contrast, this samurai was accompanied by a petite girl wearing a haori that was large to the point of incredulity. In any case, they were a suspicious pair for sure. However, the two of them sauntered up to the checkpoint at the foot of the mountains as if unaware of this fact. Of course, they were immediately stopped by the ashigaru guarding the checkpoint. \"Who are you?\" This was a standard thing to say, but it was also an honest question in this case. \"As you can see, we're just ordinary passers-by.\" It was a reply with no powers of persuasion. But the ashigaru who asked almost seemed to hesitate at the sheer lack of doubt in the samurai's tone. \"Well, uh, could I ask you to come with me anyway?\" \"Ah. That didn't work, huh...\" The samurai almost seemed disappointed. Suddenly, three ashigaru fell to the ground. \"You planned to do this all along, didn't you? You horrible knave.\" The girl grumbled softly from the rear.\n\nVol. 2:\n\"A princess who brings destruction. Hah. Isn't that just an excuse for making war?\" They travel to the center of the world in search of the truth behind the prophecy. The super-popular romantic adventure continues! \"That's not it.\" These words burst out suddenly. In the nameless mountain shrine, the black-haired princess sat still, her face flickering between light and shadow in the face of a flame. \"What do you mean 'that's not it'?\" Came the reply, almost as a conditioned reflex. \"What I mean, you dumb samurai, is: don't you have any thoughts concerning me, the princess who brings destruction?\" \"Thoughts? Well, I think you're quite the character, for one.\" \"I don't mean 'thoughts' in that sense.\" Princess Mina sounded quite exasperated now. \"I mean with regards to saving me.\" \"Strictly speaking, I didn't save you.\" The samurai corrected. \"At that time, you ordered me to take you away in your capacity as princess. In that sense, you saved yourself.\" \"Oh, is that how you see it?\" An expected reply. Well, the samurai thought, it had been worth a shot trying to dodge responsibility. \"In any case, this 'princess who brings destruction' nonsense... Hah. Isn't that just an excuse for making war?\" The samurai's lackadaisical tone shifted. \"Also,\" The samurai turned around, void-like eyes now aflame. \"'Destroying the world' is an utterly stupid concept. You'll understand soon enough.\"\n\nVol. 3:\nThe two, who have entered the field of battle, finally witness the true Avici. The truth behind the fires of war that have swept across the world will be revealed here! This volume comes with some super value-added extras! People call war hell, but most are just describing it as such. But what appeared before their eyes could only truly be called \"hell.\" The desolate earth, the withered trees, and people like the shambling dead. It was like the life had been wrung from this place. \"Huh.\" The samurai picked a husk of a leaf. It crumbled into dust immediately, floating away on the wind. \"It seems like the life has literally been wrung out from this place.\" Conflict had raged around the capital for over a century now. After the first decade, the resources and riches of the various warring nations had already been all but spent. The thing that had sustained the bloodshed for so long was something known as Nakura's Hex. Nakura's Hex was a terrifying sorcery that sucked the life of all living things and the land itself dry, giving it unto powerful samurai and feeding the war effort. And those who used such depraved magics to dominate the land were scoundrels known as the Nakura Daimyo. The Daimyo vied for dominance, but no matter who won, the earth would be further robbed of life. This was the true face of the war that had raged for nearly a century now. \"And the ones who created the Hex are the Onmyouji who dwell in the Sky Tower at the center of the world.\" Ignoring Princess Mina, who had wavered at the sight before her eyes, the samurai continued faintly, \"O 'princess who brings destruction'... Has this world not already been destroyed?\"\n\nVol. 4:\n\"Go back to hell, you jumped-up vengeful spirit!\" The riveting flashback chapter! What lies within the warrior's buried past? Here comes a new chapter in the adventures of the princess who lost her nation and the warrior! The nation of Kogami — a lifeless wasteland as far as the eye could see. The barren fields stretched out into the horizon around a large sand dune where the two samurai faced each other. One of them is our protagonist, and shall be named the green samurai to distinguish him from his compatriot. The other is a new arrival to the story. We shall name him the pale samurai. If this were a swashbuckler's tale, then they would have already taken up battle stances. But the two were not here to have a decisive match. They were just facing each other. \"Came back from hell, did you?\" The pale samurai said, the weight of time unknowable lying between them. \"Nostalgic, isn't it?\" The green samurai seemed quite happy. \"I don't get nostalgic over such things.\" The pale samurai interrupted rudely. The green samurai closed their eyes, as if sinking into the abyss of the past. \"'This will all end as long as we defeat the evil overlords.' That's what we believed then. Naive fools that we were — that was just the beginning of the nightmare.\" \"The thirteen samurai banded together to defeat the Nakura Daimyo who had been destroying this nation.\" \"But Kogami did not revive with the Daimyo gone, and the life-force of the land continued to bleed away.\" \"Not only that — Kogami, now bereft of its ruler, became a paradise for those who would plunder it.\" \"The heroes who had defeated the wicked overlord could not protect it in the end either.\" \"In the end, only two escaped.\" \"...Hey now, cut the reminiscence out for a second. We've got things to settle, don't we?\"\n\nVol. 5:\n\"If this world requires your sacrifice to be saved, then it might as well burn.\" Having reached the Sky Tower at the heart of the world at last, is this... finally the end of the pair's tale? \"I want to save this world!\" Princess Mina said. \"I've told you this many times before. There's no such thing as 'saving this world.' Now, this hasn't stopped idiots like me from trying, of course. But this world... it's doomed.\" \"I don't care. I'm a princess. Aren't princesses born to save the world?\" \"No, I've never heard of any story that goes like that. And last I heard, you were the princess who brings destruction.\" \"Last I heard, someone said that this 'destruction' is actually the birth of new life.\" \"Well, I don't where you heard that one, but such beliefs are old hat by now. If you wrote this drivel nowadays, people would chuck it into the nation of Tokoyo, and that would be for the best.\" (The Princess covers her ears) At the top of the Sky Tower, the samurai and princess argued in futility, as if no one was watching. Well, I say that, but in fact there were quite a few other folk about dressed in the garb of onmyouji. \"So, uh, as you all know, Nakura's Hex was originally created to preserve the vitality of a world that was slowly declining.\" As if unable to stand the conversation — and also to push the plot forward in their role as an NPC — the oldest onmyouji finally spoke. \"And that which can utilize this stored vitality...\" \"So, could you get these thoughts out of your head?\" The samurai didn't seem to have heard the wizened onmyouji at all. How long was this farce going to continue?\n\nVol. 6:\nThe truth of the world is revealed — and what a terrible joke it is! Even when separated, the two cannot escape the chains of fate. This may be the final volume of \"Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation,\" but our story isn't over yet! \"So, was the world saved?\" At the story's end, the samurai walked amidst the boundless desert. The Sky Tower's plans were probably complete by now, and vitality remaining in the world had all been stored up. There was no knowing if a new world had been created, but this one was most certainly done for. Ah, what could one expect of a princess destined to destroy the world? \"Might as well destroy another world... if it exists.\" And so the samurai embarked on a new journey. ... (The remainder of this book concerns the story's setting, and features in large part the various wicked overlords and monstrous creatures that did not appear in the main narrative of the novel.)" } ]