Enhancing artifacts requires other artifacts to be used as fodder. See Artifacts#Enhancing.
|A hard, blue artificial flower. Its petals shall never wither, nor shall its colors fade.
"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. The reason I followed the trail of smoke and tracked you down is that 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,
"I understand. Then, let glacial ice take the place of my erased past and extinguish these undying flames."
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."
|Wise Doctor's Pinion|
|An ominous pinion with edges of unsurpassed keenness. Perhaps it represents an unnaturally uninhibited nature.
"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,
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 allow ample time, I could manufacture even that which you would call a god. What say you?"
"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.
|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.
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.
Perhaps he lusted for money because he had once been destitute,
"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."
|An intricately-made cup. Its appearance betrays nothing of its age to an observer.
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.
Before the Fatui found him, he had drifted for countless years
"I am a human who surpasses all others."
"I think I'll become one of them."
|A mask that covers the face, hiding one's expression from others.
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.