His Majesty's Hongyuan converges with your vision for Hongyuan at its culmination, young Miss. I intend to realize your dream that has failed to bloom, though his path be riddled with bloodshed. Thus, young Miss... please... never forgive this wretched guard of yours.
| HP | 66.0 + (3.41*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
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| Identity Acquisition | His Majesty's Hongyuan converges with your vision for Hongyuan at its culmination, young Miss. I intend to realize your dream that has failed to bloom, though his path be riddled with bloodshed. Thus, young Miss... please... never forgive this wretched guard of yours. |
| Morning Greeting | Dawn breaks, and beyond the scarlet gates of Nuanxiangwu does the light shimmer. I can hardly avert my eyes from it every morn, for its radiance is too much like the young Miss. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Now is the time when young Miss would give me a repression Bolus to suppress the powers of a Heishou. Not once did I ingest it since I returned as an Adept following the loss of my master... yet something arrests my suspiration, as though to suggest a congestion of my trachea. |
| Evening Greeting | Silent are the nights of Daguanyuan under His Majesty's rule. Welcome do I the peace, yet the oddity of such a muted world troubles my heart deeply. |
| Chatter #1 | My resentment for Lord Hong Lu simmers still. Yet... neither myself nor young Miss knew of the horrid truth that revealed itself as the Xianhuang Worm. Though he deigned not to inform us of that in advance, what blame can I impart on a man who was once an enemy of ours? |
| Chatter #2 | I ruminate and ruminate upon the fragments of the incident to learn of what I could have done that the young Miss might have lived. A fruitless effort, indeed. Regrets and fleeing to the past cannot bring back the dead. Even still... this contemplation refuses to die. |
| Chatter #3 | I am not... <i>wearing</i> armor. The Wu Bolus has mutated my flesh... an exoskeleton of some kind has grown over me like a layer of barding. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Well-known are the mighty bovine horns; yet, in protracted battles on open plains, one must learn to put their faith in steeds. Give us enough distance to gallop on, and the acceleration of our hoofbeats shall change the very outcome of war. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Thus, the flame of war burns in Hongyuan. To let slip the lessons of the rotten and the festering, to forget the kindness of his ideality, is what has started the fire. His Majesty promises Hongyuan's rectification, yet... hard do I find to harbor trust in one bereft of faith in humanity, one who sees naught but evil in the nature of men. |
| Idle | ... If today is to be respite in its entirety, I will remain in Nuanxiangwu. Come thither, if you have any need of me. |
| Uptying | Ride, beating of hooves. Rise, grains of sand. Ring, cries of war. Rest, for your flight shall meet a dead end. Thus I felled the rogue rebel as His Majesty has commanded—then, Hongyuan, march on... without fear. |
| Deployment | Adept of Wu, Heishou Yi Sang. That is all. |
| Stage Entry | Ichargethroughtheparabolicstraightline. |
| Viewed in Battle | Let us return to the task at hand(閑話休題). Obsess not over the individual; avert your focus toward the battlefield. |
| Commencing Attack | A single cavalry carries the might of a thousand men...! (一騎當千) |
| Enemy Stagger | Open wide with the heart unburdened... |
| Staggered | ... Twisted. |
| Enemy Killed | ... and let the gale guide your trampling. |
| Death | Swift were my hooves... They brought me to you before my time, young Miss... |
| Check Passed | The steed marches forth. |
| Check Failed | ... I simply did not wish to trot. That is all. |
| Victory Cry | Cometh the victorious news, yet the elation is not for steeds; calibrate your happiness. For we shall be deployed to another battlefield ere long. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | One of many cycles is now broken. The Hongyuan you had dreamed of, young Miss... a land where its inhabitants may thrive without fear is a step nearer to fruition. So, upon the day of our reunion, do exercise generosity and hold a banquet for me. I gallop on endlessly through bloodsplattered fields for that singular goal. |
| Defeat Wail | ... The efforts have failed to bear fruit. It will take far too many years to reach the young Miss's ideal. I shall hold until His Majesty makes the next move. There lies too much fear in my heart to gallop on alone. |
Obsidian Stormrider [黑風馬脚]
Gain 1 <<((BreakthroughHorse))Linebreaker>> when meeting one of the following conditions:
- Attack Start: when this unit's Speed is faster than the target's by 2 or more
- When this unit triggers <<((VibrationExplosion))Tremor Burst>> twice with its Skills (including E.G.O Skills)
- When this unit wins a Clash while having <<((LegStrengthHorseYisang))Strider【Wu】>>
※ Only 3 <<((BreakthroughHorse))Linebreaker>> can be gained per turn; cannot gain <<((BreakthroughHorse))Linebreaker>> with the Skill "Obsidian Stormrider's Crescent Decapitator"
Obsidian exoskeleton shall rend and protect my flesh
SHAMROCK x 4
Apply the following effect to 1 ally with the highest max HP
- Combat Start: gain (affected unit's Speed difference between this turn and last turn x 2) Defense Level (max 5; if the affected unit was not an Active participant last turn, use its minimum base Speed value to calculate)
- Combat Start: if the affected unit is at less than 50% HP, and if the Speed difference between this turn and last turn is 3 or higher, heal 50 HP (once per Encounter)
Cut Down and Trample
Cut Down and Trample
Cut Down and Trample
Cut Down and Trample
Crescent Blade Strike [月刀擊]
Crescent Blade Strike [月刀擊]
Crescent Blade Strike [月刀擊]
Crescent Blade Strike [月刀擊]
Cavalry's Vanguard Charge
Cavalry's Vanguard Charge
Obsidian Stormrider's Crescent Decapitator [黑風馬脚月斬]
Obsidian Stormrider's Crescent Decapitator [黑風馬脚月斬]
Are you at peace?
I ask in this aimless letter without a recipient, for you've sailed off on a journey to where my words may never reach.
Perhaps your heart is finally at ease, as you had always wished to travel to new lands beyond Daguanyuan.
... I have not fared well in your absence.
With your passing on, my liberator from the leash of a Heishou, it seemed that I had become an outsider to Daguanyuan overnight.
My freedom was already paid for to return me to whence I came; I was an outsider to the Jia family to let me stay in Nuanxiangwu as I had done...
Making me a man who, with his half-freedom, was doomed to wander lost in Hongyuan.
The soma that was leashed for the better half of his life finds the concept of freedom itself alien.
The marks left by the leash that had once held me itch, thus I brush and scratch through my memories.
Perhaps I have ruminated overlong in the forword.
I took up the brush today to reminisce upon the memories I share with the young Miss; let us endeavor in that effort.
At the incipience, there was... a vast field.
Upon which I galloped.
I remember not since when I had begun my galloping.
But where my earliest recollection begins, I was already a quadruped horse, leashed by a master, steered by his saddle to somewhere.
Such is the fate of most Heishou.
Once all is said and done, the memory that remains burned into our psyche isn't what drove us to become a Heishou; it is the very first memory of our transfiguration.
The sensation remains painfully vivid even now, crackling and boiling like my biped legs did, dripping with viscosity as my entrails began to drop, only to be caught by flesh and leather that was mine yet alien. Once it was all said and done, I had become a quadruped.
Yet, no memory of mine thereafter remains nearly as vivid—instead, they are consistent and colorless.
A life led by the reins...
... eventually, to the vanguard of the cavalry.
I fail to recall exactly what excellence of mine it was that boosted me to the front of all others.
Perhaps the answer lies in the sentiment that one of my past leash-bearers had once shared.
That, the darkness of my armor, the shadows cast on my impassive countenance...
... "Kindled the least amount of guilt" in him.
"Why would I," he said, "feel any guilt, when you are but a stormlike, mindless disaster that strikes indiscriminately?"
The sentiment was most shameful to be saddled with, yet shame was a foreign feeling then.
But I do not hold it in much contempt, as it was exactly what had led you to select me.
Indeed, it was about then that you, young Miss, first held my leash.
You were certainly an odd one, even with the benefit of hindsight.
How odd it was, that you would use the cavalry not to break your foes, but to defend yourself from them?
In a few days under your service, I came to conclude that my lord is too feeble to grow her clan.
After a few more days under your service, I came to conclude that you had no other Heishou to choose from for your tasks.
Thus, I assumed that the leash should be changing hands to another's in no time.
Or so I had thought.
In about two or three months, my thoughts changed once again—nay, it found clarity.
I came to conclude that what she had sought wasn't a tool to exploit and cast aside when their usefulness was spent... she was looking for a companion in her adventuring path.
That single understanding unlocked many others.
That to bring along an army of hundreds on an adventure is to bring a great burden, and that to abandon them is to be foolish.
That you found value in what was made yours.
Perhaps it was then, when I had first begun to address her as my young Miss.
For many nights, to this day, I pondered; why did young Miss choose me?
As to free a Heishou—an Adept at that—and make him her companion exacts a terribly monumental price.
There must have been more to it than simply relinquishing her hold over the steeds.
I searched through the memories of our exchanges, inscribing them, delving into the chasm of memories with the items upon which those recollections left marks.
Allow me to... share a supposition of my own in that regard.
I recall a memory of a certain day in which you, with your usual attitude, bemoaned a sense of aimlessness as to why you toiled to become the Family Hierarch, even as you prepared for the Evaluation.
As that was the bearing with which young Miss oft carried yourself, my reply was just as quotidian.
"When was it, young Miss, that you found most joy in Hongyuan?"
And your reply was... I believe, it was "Huh, what kind of joy is there to be found in Hongyuan, anyhow?"
Thus, I replied... "perhaps, you could strive to become the Family Hierarch so that one day, joy may indeed be found in Hongyuan..."
... In truth, I knew not the meaning behind that dialogue with you. Not until this rumination has found its end today.
Your reply was the same as always—"stop saying dumb things". And that was the end of that.
However, upon hearing his tale, I believe I gained an inkling of understanding.
Indeed, him.
Your... killer.
As I wandered aimlessly lost in the alleyways of Hongyuan, he emerged from its shadows to address me.
He explained thusly: that he found the stable of steeds incomplete without its vanguard, that he had been wandering in search of the Adept.
And to that, I replied: it had already been too long since I was last leashed as a Heishou, and that there surely would be other Adepts who were better fit for his vision.
But he shook his head...
... and claimed that, in all the histories of the east and the west, there was but one Adept fit to ride at the vanguard of his cavalry: the same one who once served his little sister.
Unable to quash my curiosity, I asked.
While I could accept his decision to liberate my young Miss from the machinations of the wraiths lurking underneath Daguanyuan, hardly could I within myself to forgive one who has swung his fell crescent to end her life...
Thus, why is it that he would seek me out, to goad me into none other than his leash, when I could well have been whetting the blade of vengeance against him?
To that, he replied thusly:
Those who seek to bring prosperity, to have the lowly streets bloom with laughter of happy bairns and humble merchant stalls to hum with lively hubbub, must keep the most excellent steed.
... I recalled that you once spent much time conversing him, at some time in the past; his purpose seemed little different from yours, young Miss.
The only delineation... being the hesitation, or the lack thereof, before bloodshed.
... Do the ends justify the means?
A banal question, yet it is so difficult to answer when confronted with it.
That man's bloodied bandages told me of the future...
... the kind of bloodshed he would usher into the world of darkness to bring about the Hongyuan he sought to realize.
But I decided to correct my thinking.
If all other means are lost...
... then the ends, at the very least, must hold true.
Today, young Miss, I did not ingest the suppression Bolus you had gifted me.
The characteristics of a Heishou shall then return to me anon... for a body logged with Heishou Boluses are forever changed.
I wear the mask again. Indeed, the same mask that I had once buried deep for safekeeping and sealing.
The mask you had made me, young Miss, out from the shards of the exoskeleton that grew whenever I took the equine form.
And when the time comes, I will bite down upon the gag, and allow others to lead me by my reins once again.
... I know not how faint this... memory of mine shall be again.
But I shall remember you, my young Miss, by writing, revising, then reading this letter without destination.
All to finish the dream you had sparked.
Now, let me trot on, let me break into a gallop.
If my path is not to your liking, I will always welcome your usual, scathing reproach.
For I would gladly hear your voice again.
Yet, you needn't be impatient.
My gait is swifter than any in Hongyuan...
... so I don't suppose it will be long ere I embark on a journey to find you.