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Blackcliff Pole

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TypePolearm
Rarity
Base Attack42
Secondary StatCRIT DMG%
Secondary Stat Value12
Special (passive) AbilityPress the Advantage
Special (passive) Ability DescriptionAfter defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 12% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
In-game DescriptionA weapon made of blackcliff and aerosiderite. There is a dark crimson glow on its cold black sheen.
Stat Progression
LevelBase AtkCRIT DMG%Ascension Materials
14212
55613.9
107416.4
159118.8
2010921.2
20+13521.2
x3
x3
x2
x5000
2515223.6
3017026.1
3518728.5
4020530.9
40+23130.9
x3
x12
x8
x15000
4524833.3
5026635.7
50+29235.7
x6
x6
x6
x20000
5530938.2
6032740.6
60+35340.6
x3
x12
x9
x30000
6537043
7038845.4
70+41445.4
x6
x9
x6
x35000
7543147.9
8044950.3
80+47550.3
x4
x18
x12
x45000
8549252.7
9051055.1
Special Ability Progression (Refine)
Refine Level 1After defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 12% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
Refine Level 2After defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 15% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
Refine Level 3After defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 18% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
Refine Level 4After defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 21% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
Refine Level 5After defeating an enemy, ATK is increased by 24% for 30s. This effect has a maximum of 3 stacks, and the duration of each stack is independent of the others.
Item Story

A sharp-tipped polearm wrought from rare blackcliff. It zaps through the air like lightning, unimpeded by the wind.
Made from blackcliff crystal from head to tip, the body is inlaid with red jade stones for decoration.
Viewed in the moonlight, the swirling of blood-red light can be discerned within.

Liyue master craftsman Han Wu had a son with his first wife. The son's name was "Han Ce, the Cold and Calculating." Cold, because his father wished him to be cool-headed and rational. Calculating, because his father wished him to be precise in his craft, that he might inherit the family business.
But Han Ce had other ambitions. During his days as a student, Han Ce idled away his study time on martial arts fiction, while spending his free time practicing the art of the polearm up in the mountains. He was consumed by the desire to become a martial nomad, roaming the world with his pole for protection.
When he scoured the lands in search of Aerosiderite, he sought not the rare ore itself but the thrill of adventure. And when he ascended the highest peaks to commune with the adepti, he desired not the wisdom of the sages but the tale of his travels.
Han Ce cared not for the flames of the furnace and the working of weaponry. His father scolded him, but it was to no avail. Eventually, Han Ce left home one day without bidding his father farewell.

In his later years, Han Wu was involved in a mining accident that profoundly changed his temperament. Han Ce caught wind of the ordeal and hurried home to see his father, traveling through the night.
Previously hot-tempered and never short of something to say, Han Wu was now calm and quiet. He no longer held any animosity towards his son for his reluctance to take over the forge.
Finally, father and son grew close for the first time in their lives. Han Ce was ashamed of his past actions, but knew not how to redeem himself.
Several years later, Han Wu breathed his last. Thus ended the life of the master craftsman of a generation. Per his father's will, Han Ce retrieved an archive of weapon designs from the study — they were the fabled prototypes.
The archive was sealed inside a wooden chest along with a letter addressed to Han Ce.
"To my dear son, Han Ce. The world is vast and filled with many marvels. May you always see the wonder in the world, wherever your journey takes you."

The designs were covered in comments penned by his father. Han Ce was overjoyed at the sight and proceeded to peruse them all night long.
As Han Ce stepped outside the door of the study at the first light of dawn, he watched in wonder as a meteorite fell from the sky. It crashed down right before him in front of the Han residence, landing perfectly vertical.
A host of emotions flooded Han Ce's heart. Tears both of joy and sorrow streamed down his face as he cried, "The heavens have spoken! The heavens have spoken!"
Han Ce took the pitch-black aerosiderite and added it to the blackcliff that remained in the forge. Following his late father's designs to the letter, he crafted a pointed pole with a sharp tip that shimmered like ice and a body hard as bedrock.
Han Ce could have traveled the world with this trusty weapon in hand, but he chose not to. For Han Ce vowed that starting that day, never again would the flames of the furnace die out, and never again would the working of weaponry cease.

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