Poet’s Dill Wreath

Poet's Dill Wreath
Poet's Dill WreathConceptsPoet's Dill Wreath
RarityRaritystrRaritystrRaritystrRaritystrRaritystr
TypeRelics,
SourceCavern of Corrosion: "Bloodbathed Battlefront" Castrum Kremnos
Omni-Synthesizer — Relic Synthesis
Relic Set
Poet of Mourning Collapse
Poet of Mourning Collapse
Set Effect2-Pc: Increases Quantum DMG dealt by 10%.
4-Pc: Decreases the wearer's SPD by 12%. When entering battle, if the wearer's SPD is less than 110/95, increases the wearer's CRIT Rate by 20%/40%. This effect also applies to the wearer's memosprite.
Max Level15
StoryBefore the Temple of Dusk in spring, the most outstanding of bards will receive a dill wreath bequeathed by Mnestia.

Table of Contents
Stats
Gallery
Story

Stats

+15
Base Stats
Class HP
705.6
Subsidiary Stats
Class HP
203.22 ~ 228.62 ~ 254.03
Class ATK
101.61 ~ 114.31 ~ 127.01
Class DEF
101.61 ~ 114.31 ~ 127.01
Class HP
20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92%
Class ATK
20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92%
Class DEF
25.92% ~ 29.16% ~ 32.4%
Class SPD
12 ~ 13.8 ~ 15.6
Class CRIT Rate
15.55% ~ 17.5% ~ 19.44%
Class CRIT DMG
31.1% ~ 34.99% ~ 38.88%
Class Effect Hit Rate
20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92%
Class Effect RES
20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92%
Class Break Effect
31.1% ~ 34.99% ~ 38.88%

Story

"Mnestia, we pray to you. For if the world had no song, no song-filled spring, no forests that sprouted blooms..."

After cleansing both hands by the stream, then holding chilled wine as an offering to the god, the bards gather before the temple, bickering over who would receive Mnestia's blessed wreath. The three sisters of Parthia, renowned for their poems of love, demonstrate their song first. They are followed by an old man, Lupes, the poet with myriad mesmerizing metaphors. Lyrics of honeyed elegance do not move the goddess, the wine cup before them unmoving.

Until a wandering poet plucked the seven-stringed lyre in her hands, playing a tale written on ancient papyrus. Sand and winds from a millennia ago sweep across, and the story starts thus — In an age when many cities still existed in the world, a city was attacked by an evil dragon.

"Lament for my homeland..."
"A monster dwells in its palatial hall, noble heirs becoming vile scoundrels,"
"All because of that giant dragon that breached the high tower,
"Corrupting my king, devouring my kingdom's princess..."

The wine is imbibed fully by the goddess, and the wandering poet is the proud owner of its wreath.

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