Status Set First ID Reference Name Image Artifact Name Description Lore
T Sky Lid 99340 UI_RelicIcon_15000_4 Lord of Wind over Firmament's Flower
T Sky Lid 99320 UI_RelicIcon_15000_2 Lord of Wind over Firmament's Feather
T Sky Lid 99350 UI_RelicIcon_15000_5 Lord of Wind over Firmament's Hourglass
T Sky Lid 99310 UI_RelicIcon_15000_1 Lord of Wind over Firmament's Cup
T Sky Lid 99330 UI_RelicIcon_15000_3 Lord of Wind over Firmament's Crown
R Blizzard Strayer 71340 UI_RelicIcon_14001_4 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. 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 pray for you, and wait 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.
R Blizzard Strayer 71420 UI_RelicIcon_14001_2 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. 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.
R Blizzard Strayer 71350 UI_RelicIcon_14001_5 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. 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.
R Blizzard Strayer 71410 UI_RelicIcon_14001_1 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. 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.
R Blizzard Strayer 71430 UI_RelicIcon_14001_3 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. 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...
R Thundersoother Thundersoother's Heart A flower that blooms even amidst ferocious thunder and lightning. To this day, it still grants courage to travelers in thunderstorms. A purple flower plucked in a thunderstorm. 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.
R Thundersoother 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. 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.
R Thundersoother Hour of Soothing Thunder A timepiece kept by hero who conquered thunder and lightning. The tiny shard of Electro crystal within flow back and forth with the passing of time. 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 one 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.
R Thundersoother Thundersoother's Goblet The wine goblet from which the Thundersoother, who defeated the Beast of Thunder, once drank violet lightning. A goblet that once belonged to the Thundersoother. 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.
R Thundersoother Thundersoother's Diadem The crown given to the Thundersoother for defeating the Beast of Thunder that had been wreaking havoc upon the land. A very ancient diadem. It shines with the light of the pacified lightning. The ferocious Beast of Thunder once 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 th