Exhibition Details
An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1960s for 45 years. Completed in spring, on March 22nd. Originally exhibited in Punjab, the Republic of India, the exhibit was later moved to the vicinity of Mount Sadobanht, and is now kept in the St. Pavlov Foundation.
Shamane (鬃毛沙砾) is a Beast arcanist in Reverse: 1999. He was introduced through Journey to Mor Pankh event alongside Kanjira and Kaalaa Baunaa in Version 1.3.
Time brings about new things while washing away the old. In the snowy mountains, he found his true self after years of practice.[1]
Statistics[]
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Upgrades[]
Inheritance of Wisdom
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For each [Stats Down] status on the target, the attack enjoys DMG Dealt +8% (max: 24%). When the caster enters battle, gains 2 stacks of [Nature's Blessing]. |
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DMG Dealt +8% when the caster enters battle. |
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At the start of every 2 rounds, gains 1 stack of [Nature's Blessing]. |
| Nature's Blessing: After casting the Ultimate, spend up to 5 stacks of this status (spend all stacks if less than 5) and gain an equal number of Moxie. | |
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| Lvl. 1 | Inheritance of Wisdom's effect changes to: when the caster enters battle, gains 3 additional stacks of [Nature's Blessing]. |
| Lvl. 2 | Edict of Atman's effect changes to: Critical Rate to main target +60%. |
| Lvl. 3 | Apprentice's Dance's effect changes to: at 1/2/3 stars, deals 220/280/500% Reality DMG. |
| Lvl. 4 | Edict of Atman's effect changes to: deals 300% Reality DMG to all enemies. |
| Lvl. 5 | Edict of Atman's effect changes to: Critical Rate to main target +100%. |
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| Insight I | Insight II | Insight III | |||
 18000  6  6  5 |
40000  10  6  3 |
200000  16  6  3 | |||
Example[]
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Items[]
| Roughly-Made Scarf 0%
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"Communication Medium" 60%
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Handmade Prosthesis 100%
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| The scarf made of randomly picked silk fabrics is mixed in color, and the traces of craftsmanship should carry some kind of deep blessing. But its size is not suitable for its owner's now huge body. | A traditional sacrificial mask made from unknown leather tanned to look like the head of a beast. It is said that those aggressive fangs come from different beasts. | The texture is simple and rough, and the interlocking mechanism is made of rough combinations of materials that can be seen everywhere, and you can feel a faint sense of mystery in it. Such workmanship obviously does not consider the comfort during actual use. But this prosthetic limb has effectively reduced the fear on children when getting along with him. |
Story[]
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| It was the primitive ages, the ancient times, the years when people were still part of Nature. Shamans who respected and deferred to Nature became the pinnacles of human intelligence. A very long time ago and even longer before that, human emissaries piously used dance to commune with Nature. Under their leadership, humans formed tightly linked clans that supported each other so that they lived to see countless sunrises. After that, mankind obtained sheepskin and fire. Soon after, they obtained gold, power, and cannonballs. From then on, Mankind began to assert dominance over Nature and devoted themselves to hurting their own kind. Wisdom was overshadowed by hatred and faded into obscurity. The mountains are often blanketed by snow, with few outsiders daring to set foot there. The villagers naturally do not know the new face that hides behind the kind old shaman. The stony-faced youth with one arm. In the snowy mountains, a good-natured mule is much more useful than a crippled man. The old shaman has no shortage of tame animals, so why would they take in a stranger from the outside world? "He will inherit my wisdom." The old man sits in the wooden chair as he watches the youth halve a log. There is no life in the eyes of the youth. It is not time yet. He sighs and slowly closes his eyes. That which was lost in hatred must be found once more in hatred. | ||
| A Memory 40%
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| I hate my little brother. He's juvenile, pathetic. A naive little lamb. All he does is hopping and jumping around the village, bleating about his shallow and absurd ideals. He's no different from that myopic, cold-blooded father of mine. "I am truly sorry, Kumar... I don't know how to use the incantation of repair..." I take the glasses from him. How awful! What did you use to put it together? Sticky tape? "Give me some more time! I'll go to the nearby town over and buy you a new pair." He claps his palms together pleadingly and look the picture of guilt. I look down at the holey shoes from which his toes protrude, and stuff the glasses back in my pocket. "Never mind, I'll think of something myself." I keep the smile on my face and jeer at the foolish idea of him frittering all of his allowance on charity. You should take a leaf from my book, kid, and be smarter. Though you didn't recognize me, we share the same blood... "Oh, you're too kind!" He always raises his eyebrows high when he feels proud of something. "I wish you could meet my parents and show them what a real human looks like. I'm sure you could have convinced them, for sure..." "..." The laugh is lodged in my throat like a fishbone. I feel a burning in my stomach, or to be more precise, unadulterated disgust. "Yes," I grit my teeth firmly, "wish I could have met them." | ||
| Grown Up 80%
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| Pandora Wilson: Your behavior reminds me of someone I interviewed in the past. Shamane: Oh! I'll take it as a compliment, am I right? What kind of cool fellas come your way? Pandora Wilson: ... They're mostly between the ages of 12 and 16, yet unschooled in proper manners and bursting with energy. Shamane: Ahaha, Madam, you're wrong this time! But I'm very happy to hear all these, do you know, it's a compliment to be called young at my age... Pandora Wilson: ... Pandora Wilson: I wonder what happened to make you change your mind so thoroughly. Shamane: Ah, it's really cliche, Madam Inquisitor! A healthy diet, plenty of exercise and fresh air. The spring dawns at Mount Sadobanht are priceless! Pandora Wilson: ... Pandora Wilson: That wasn't a question, but thank you for sharing anyway. | ||
Birthday Letter[]
1: Many years ago today, the old shaman put a mask on the young Shamane. He danced all day and all night, and that was the first time he felt a soul in the mask.
2: During practice, Shamane was once trapped in the valley by a raging snowstorm. When morning came and the first ray of sunlight made the snow crystal clear, he suddenly remembered: this is the first day of his adulthood.
3: After finishing his practice in seclusion, Shamane began to prepare simple birthday parties for himself, and he always asked everyone for candies as gifts.
Wilderness Conversation[]
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Shh - come and look! There's a little guy behind the bushes who's just as fun as you are. | ||||||||||||||||
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Availability[]
- Another Spring Thaw Event Summon (1.3)
- Permanent Arcanist Summon Pool (From 1.6 onwards)
Trivia[]
- Shamane's udimo (suitcase form) is a Hemitragus, a type of bovid.[2]
References[]
- ↑ Twitter: Arcanist | Shamane
- ↑ Twitter: Storyboard | Shamane
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