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Barbarinは、DFLSでは「バルバリアの」(De Barbarie)、「バルバロイの、野蛮な、残忍な」(Barbare)、「ひげを生やした男性」(Homme barbu)、「barbeauやbarbet」(いずれも魚の一種)などの意味が載っている(*1)。 ただし、ノストラダムス信奉者の間では、しばしばイタリアの名門バルベリーニ家(Barberini)と解釈されることがある。 登場箇所 詩百篇第8巻49番 ※記事へのお問い合わせ等がある場合、最上部のタブの「ツール」>「管理者に連絡」をご活用ください。
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耳打ちや噂話が増えるとともに、安全確実な障壁への需要も増えた。 As whispers and rumors increased, so did the demand for fail-safe barriers. ラヴニカへの回帰 【M TG Wiki】 名前
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Reaver Tree Reaver (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 0 points required Stance that increases the damage inflicted upon foes. It also gives a chance to trigger an effect that will increase damage even further. The effect can stack 3 times. Hand Weapon Expert (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 5 points required Increases damage inflicted with 1-handed edged and 1-handed blunt weapons. Ambidextrous (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 5 points required Permanently increase the chance to attack with the secondary weapon. Sever (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 10 points required Grants a permanent chance for attacks with the primary weapon to trigger an effect that inflicts slashin damage on your target. Devastation (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 10 points required Increases the chance to inflicts critical damage when using a multi-hit started combo. Smash N Crush (edit) Reaver 0 / 3 10 points required Increases the damage inflicted by multi-hit started combos. Twist And Tear (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 15 points required All attacks with the barbarian s off-hand weapon have a chance of inflicting a bleeding wound that damages the victim for a short time. This effect can be applied five times. Predatory Instincts (edit) Reaver 0 / 3 15 points required Grants you a clickable effect that increases your evasion skill and stamina regeneration for a short time. Gushing Wounds (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 15 points required Augments the Cyclone of Steel combo with a chance to inflict a bleeding wound that damages the victim for a short time. Haste (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 20 points required Grants you a clickable ability that increases damage inflicted upon foes and slightly increases your movement speed. Too Many To Count (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 20 points required Grants you a clickable ability that increases damage inflicted based on how many living foes are close to you. Allowed to stacks 10 times. Adrenaline Rush (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 20 points required Grant you a clickable ability that increases the damage inflicted upon your foes. It can only be used when your health is below 40%, and cancels when your health is above 60%. Jagged Weapons (edit) Reaver 0 / 3 25 points required Increases the damage inflicted by the barbarian s Jagged Cut combos. Cyclone Of Razors (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 25 points required Increases the damage done by the barbarian s Cyclone of Steel combo. Spirit Of The Panther (edit) Reaver 0 / 3 25 points required Grants the barbarian an ability which increases their chance of inflicting critical damage with the Cyclone of Steel combo when the Predatory Instincts feat ability is active. Boiling Blood (edit) Reaver 0 / 2 25 points required Increases damage done by the barbarian s blows while the Savage Rage combo is in effect. Back In The Fray (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 30 points required Graints you a clickable short range charge ability that can be used after you are hit with a knock back. Unstoppable Berserker (edit) Reaver 0 / 2 30 points required Enhances Adrenaline Rush by increases stamina regeneration. Shrapnel (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 35 points required Improves the barbarian s Wreck Armor combo by inflicting piercing damage on any enemies nearby the primary target. Rupture Armor (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 35 points required Improves the Crust Armor combos so they inflict more damage. Impale (edit) Reaver 0 / 5 35 points required Grants the barbarian an ability so their next attack inflicts significant bleeding wounds with both their weapons. Dance Of Death (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 40 points required Grants you a clickable ability that makes all attacks inflict instant damage to all foes in close vicinity. Armageddon Falls (edit) Reaver 0 / 1 40 points required Grants you a clickable ability that for 12 seconds give you a 100% chance of inflicting your target with an effect that makes him take damage every time he is hit for 3 seconds
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imageプラグインエラー ご指定のファイルが見つかりません。ファイル名を確認して、再度指定してください。 (Soul Barrier.jpg) "There's more than one way to skin an Ouphe――or thwart a mage." ――Gustha Ebbasdotter, Kjeldoran Royal Mage アイスエイジ imageプラグインエラー ご指定のファイルが見つかりません。ファイル名を確認して、再度指定してください。 (Soul Barrier2.jpg) 魂は仲間を選ぶ―― そして、扉を閉めてしまう―― ――エミリー・ディキンソン「魂は仲間を選ぶ」 "The Soul selects her own Society―― Then――shuts the Door――" ――Emily Dickinson, "The Soul selects her own Society" 第5版 【M TG Wiki】 名前
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Crippling Barrier パック:Reward レア度:Rare 能力:Enfeeble All 1Jam All BlightbloomのHonorが100以上になると、12,000Goldで購入できるカード。 とても強力なスキルを二つ持つ、実質的には2枚目のIron Maiden的な使い方になるだろう。
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Hibari Akai Lukewarm. Hibari doesn t smile cold smiles, but neither does she smile warm smiles that make you feel at ease. She smiles lukewarm smiles. All the time. Leaving people wondering if she s a natural ditz. Other people find her mysterious, and Hibari is proud of that achievement. On the surface a nice person, beneath a two-faced manipulator who has the urge to destroy all things beautiful... but she doesn t, most of the time. Hibari isn t the type of person who works on huge destructive projects, or aims to make everyone s life a living hell. She works in more subtle ways, and often just does enough to make herself better. Often sick. Has to use make-up to patch up her paleness, and constantly take pills to seem healthy. Has an obsession with dolls... though her dolls often seem rather... strange. Original setting Jyouhou-ya. In otherwords a professional at handling Information. People pay her money for the information she has to give them, and she in return makes sure she finds information worthy of her client s attention. Wields two handguns - nothing special - with a wide array of different bullets. The strange doll she carries with her - by the name of Lumi - can move on her own accord and make up for Hibari s inability to handle physical fighting.
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Author pneumonica (Edmund Wilfong) ©2014-2015 pneumonica 【翻訳中】 Mira was warrant officer His official title was “division group junior auditor.” It s one of dozens of positions in the Imperial military of its kind. There are always places to put people who need to go nowhere, always window seats for the problem cases. His job was, on paper, logistical and tactical, but in practice all it did was give him access to some parts of the military research facility where he worked. It looked very important to people who didn t understand, so if he wanted to impress people he could go out and tell people about his important position. Anybody in the Imperial military would know better – he was somebody doomed to be nobody. Still, he took pride in his work. He believed strongly in leaving a place better than when he d entered it, and that included the Prentiss Facility where he was stationed. He frequently checked the secured documents to which he had access and educated himself in all areas of the facility to which he had access. The head of experimental science (and vice-commandant of the Prentiss Facility), Vellan Philter, always watched him carefully. It was never clear whether Vellan trusted Mira and monitored him or distrusted him and waited for him to do wrong. Others in the facility thought he was “all wrong.” They were certain they knew why he was in a dead end posting. He took a “diseased” interest in the drones. Some went so far as to say he felt them his “harem.” Drones were still new technology, and many voices said they were an atrocity committed on people – this reputation of Mira s fed into that idea far to readily. They kept him at arm s length, hoping never to brush up against him and touch his diseased body. This suited Mira perfectly well. He didn t want to deal with them. His purpose was the drone fighter wing under his care, and that was what mattered. Mira did as he did every evening when he left duty. He got dinner and then headed to the hangar. The Prentiss Facility was a military research facility, but it was an outlying facility that used live enemy targets for some of its research purposes. This one studied the operations of drone fighters. Mira had done everything he could to study the biophysics and biocybernetics of the drone. There was a new drone in the facility, to replace one that had been lost by enemy strafing. He had a procedure he followed with the drones, a process that he was testing, unofficially. He walked into the hangar and lit a cigarette. There were work crews around, but they knew Mira and none of them ever wanted to interfere with him. They kept only enough watch over him to make sure he wasn t damaging anything. He walked up to the new drone fighter, a modified GranViia. He still wasn t up on what the modifications were, but this was a research facility, after all. Chances are every vehicle, machine, device, and even the pens were modified in some way. Nothing comes factory standard in this place. He opened an access panel. The drone would be in low cycle now, preparing for rest but not yet relaxed. This was the best time. He crawled into the interior chamber and slid into a tight-fit area, sometimes called the “medical chamber.” If the organic engine needed “repairs,” a doctor would fit in here and be able to bring some equipment, but it was still close and tight. Within was a mound of tissue. Although pliant, it had a hard surface. Along the surface was a shape, looking like nothing so much as a bald woman lying face down in the mound, only the front half of her body was absorbed into it and the body itself was just more of the tissue. There was usually some reminder that a person was lost in making this monster. He turned about and lay on his back upon the organic mound, next to the shape that wanted very much to look like a woman. He took a drag of his cigarette. “I am Junior Auditor Mira. I know it s a girl s name, and I know you re confused that I m speaking to you. I ve studied the biophysics. You don t hear the way we do, but looking at what s left of the human anatomy I see a thin muscle fiber stretching across what once was your ear canal. A sound coming from close to your body resonates through it, which means you can, at least a little bit, hear me. I have a theory about you, and I m testing it.” Commander Philter knew where Mira was, but not exactly what he was doing. The man had been troublesome since he first arrived. A warrant officer who d moved brilliantly up the ranks, but struck the mother of all dead ends – lack of permission. No aristocrat in the Empire wanted him rising. It seemed like they thought of him as some black mark on someone s name. What was he? The illegitimate son of the Emperor? That wouldn t be such a big deal – he s pretty sure there was one of those already an officer on some Creyhien somewhere. So long as they keep quiet and everybody can maintain plausible deniability, noble bastards actually got quite the advantage out of their bastardy. No, there was something else at work. A diligent, intelligent, capable man, even if just barely a man (still a boy by some standards), should be flying through the warrant ranks, and the only dead end he d meet would be at the top of the warrant ranks. Vellan hadn t seen this particular phenomenon before, and there was something that made his senses tingle. Also, Mira was attractive and boyish, but Vellan insisted to himself that this had nothing to do with it. In fairness, it wasn t truly about that. Vellan was an officer and Mira was a warrant officer, which made any such relationship unethical and against regulation, even worse that they were in the same chain of command. Still, Vellan would occasionally pause to eat the eye candy – no harm in looking. He remembered when Mira first arrived. Vellan took him into his office and explained the situation to him. “Mira... I don t know who you are or what you did, but I do know this. You re a junior auditor. That means where you are now, you will remain for the rest of your military career. You will not make any more of a name for yourself than you have. You will not gain promotion. Nobody leaves the auditor corps unless they leave the military. If you choose to leave, I will approve it immediately. There s no reason you should stay in this useless position.” Vellan saw in Mira s eyes – he was hurt. He knew he had enemies, that much was obvious, but he didn t think they d just pack him in a closet and walk away. Mira wrote something to himself, closed the cap on his pen, and then set in Vellan s desk, saying, “I don t need a name. My fingerprints will be on every success of this facility.” Then he walked out. There s an interesting thing about pens in the Imperial military. The commissariat is notoriously tight about office supplies, which makes pens in short supply. Most people who use pens buy their own, and usually those pens are unique to the individual, who buy many of them from some vendor and then hoard them. Putting your pen on someone else s desk might be a kind statement, something of comradeship. It could also be a dolorous statement, a promise of haunting. Regardless, the words of the statement were always the same. Remember me. It was impossible for Vellan to forget him. The pen was a damned good pen. There was a lot of mythology about what someone does with a pen given in this way. Many people, a few of them knowing Vellan s “sensitive” nature, assumed this was a “pen proposal,” based on the urban myth of an officer proposing to another officer with a pen rather than a ring. In Vellan s case, it was just that the pen was that good. You could step on it and it would twist your ankle before breaking. It could withstand up to three seconds under an arc welder. It could write upside-down while underwater, and it could continue writing in arctic cold. It could even fall hundreds of feet, land on a hard surface, and the ink within wouldn t be disrupted. It looked like a narrow bolt of ugly steel, but it was a damned good pen. And it always reminded him of the slow-burning fuse in Prentiss Facility and made him wonder what would happen when the fuse burned down. Mira breathed a cloud of smoke into the small chamber. The organic structure quivered, but slowly relaxed. “You see, I don t think you ve lost every human impulse. I ve studied the biophysics. Yes, I m a tactical and logistical officer studying biophysics. Make jokes on your own time. But my assessment is that you can just barely hear, you can probably feel, and you definitely know things. I hazard the guess that you ve still got the reflexes of a human being, like the touch reflex.” At this, he rested his hand on the organic surface. He took another drag and continued. “Touching a person has an odd effect – it s like melting away barriers, perhaps very slowly. People actually trust you more the more you touch them. Of course, the way you touch them might offset the effect, but the fact of it remains. And touching someone while you talk to them makes them trust you more. So, I m going to tell you about myself.” The cloud was thick in the chamber, but the vent system was doing well to keep it from suffocating him. The engine itself needed to breathe, after all. “I am Mira. I was born to Cralend parents. They are a tribe of desert nomads, if you don t know, the Yellow Men. They re called Yellow Men because the men wear dyed veils. On the desert, water is more expensive than dye, so the dye is pressed into the fabric. There, it deposits back on the skin, giving the men their yellow faces.” The organic structure began to relax. In reality, he had no way of knowing why, but he imagined it was because it was settling to his presence. “The Cralend are warriors. The men go to war because the women want to wed good warriors. The noblewomen have harems of warriors. They can even act as their own harem guards, without losing the goodies.” He had a chuckle to himself over that. “My parents weren t nobles. They got caught in a counter-raid. Their clan had raided a few Imperial caravans, and the Empire ground them into the sand. I was four.” His eyes glazed over slightly as he described this. For him it was reliving a moment in his life that, at the time, was terrible, but now it was just a thing to watch. “I escaped into the desert and followed the oases to an Imperial city. I lived as a street urchin for some years. Officially, I lived like that for ten years, but it was more like seven. Boyish looks, indeed.” He took one last drag of his cigarette, then pulled out another one and lit it off the first one. “And I manged to read. I ve always been literate. I don t know why my mother educated me – no Cralend man gets educated.” He took the spent cigarette and put it out on the “thigh” of the woman-shape in the organic engine. The whole engine had a spasm, clearly feeling the pain of it. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and continued. “That s why I have a woman s name. A mira is a kind of desert flower. It s a woman s name where most people come from, but we re matriarchal. It s a man s name for us. But I read, and I learned. One day, when I was fourteen... officially... I sat in during a wargame at the Gant Academy. It was a rather nice academy. I started criticizing some of the plays made by the players.” He took another drag, and the engine seemed to shift, not certain whether to be comfortable or nervous. “Some aristocrat approached me, a war minister or something. He muttered something about children, and invited me to dinner. Well, there I was, a child who wasn t actually fourteen being invited to dinner by a wealthy stranger. I thought I knew what was going to happen, but it didn t. Instead, he decided he d sponsor me into the Gant Academy. I d learn military discipline, military skills, and all that. I didn t know why, but now I think I do.” He closed his eyes at this. This part wasn t so distant, even though it was six years ago. “He was playing a joke. On everybody. He was playing a joke on me for being an upstart. He was playing a joke on the academy – look at the boy named for a girly flower, the faceless orphan, the filthy gamin in rags, the camel jockey. He was playing a joke on the military, to see what they d do with me. It was all a joke. But the joke was a tough one, because I succeeded. I paid attention and worked, and I had a talent. All Cralend have a talent for war, I figure.” The engine seemed to relax, allowing him to sink slightly into it. A part of him wanted to think it was trying to comfort him, but he knew better. “And that s how I made it here. I m in a position of little authority. I look and sound important and have nothing to do. So, I m improving you. I m going to make you the best that you can be. I m going to drill you, in here, in operations. I ll talk you through it.” His cigarette was burning down, so he pulled out another one. The engine noticeably tensed. Its pattern recognition skills were admirable. “Understand, you are like me. You re in a dead end. The difference is, I m a person and you re a tool. You aren t a person, and you shouldn t confuse yourself into thinking you re one. You may remember being a person, but you gave that up when you walked into this thing. Now you re a possession. You re not even the property of another person – you re the property of a fiction, and Empire that exists only because people say it does.” The engine seemed to shift around, its musculature trying to relax and remaining tense. “I will make you the best tool that you can be. Honest mistakes will gain honest correction, but I do not like thinking I ve been ignored. If I think you re being temperamental,” at this, he lit his second cigarette off the first, “Understand that I ve studied your biophysics and I know how to hurt you most efficiently without causing lasting injury.” He doused the first cigarette against the woman-shape thigh, and the thing struggled as if to come free of its own body. Unfortunately for it, it didn t have the right kind of muscles to do more than rock Mira in his position. Mira took a long drag and breathed it out. “So, I m going to talk you through your operational priorities. I know they ll say certain things, but some rules are always going to be true. Pay extra-close attention to this. These rules are what you live by.” Some time later, Mira was walking down the halls towards his quarters. A Lieutenant Grable looked at him as he passed, and then burst out, “Junior Auditor, how do you explain yourself?” Mira turned and responded, “I don t tend to, sir. What seems to be the trouble?” “The back of your uniform is an ATROCITY. What have you been doing, lying in the mud?” Of course, Grable knew where Mira had been, if not what he was doing. The human silhouettes in the organic engines of the drone fighters wasn t lost on anybody. “I m returning to my quarters to change, sir.” “Of course you are, and we re losing time in your duty position.” Mira wanted to ask what duties he was supposed to be performing, but he restrained himself. “No, sir, I m presently off duty.” Grable was going to go on, but another voice called out, “Auditor. I d like to have a word with you.” It was Commander Philter. “Lieutenant Grable, do you still need Auditor Mira?” Grable knew better than to press when the commander spoke. “No, sir. I take my leave, sir.” He gave a polite bow and walked off. Mira now turned to Vellan. “Commander, how can I help you?” He noticed the pen in Philter s pocket. Mira had bought five of them and more ink cartridges than a regiment could use in a month. He wasn t sure where Philter got his, but he was still using Mira s pen. Philter replied, “The officers believe that you re treating these drones as your pets. They think you have some sick entanglement with them.” Mira smirked. “Do the drones count as being in my chain of command, sir?” If Philter s eyes could shoot beams, those beams would cut straight through Mira s eyes and into the wall behind him. “I know better. The scientists all say that there s intelligence in the drones, but no human intelligence. Anything human in them is absorbed and nullified. You, however, have a different theory. You think there are still women in there.” Mira didn t break his gaze on Vellan. “If that s the case, sir, then these would not be war machines but people. I don t think I d be comfortable treating people in this way.” Vellan nodded. “I see. But still, you think they retain human reactions to events. By building trust from them, you want to make them a better-coordinated fighting unit. The drones do tend to coordinate more closely with each other. They hold very tightly to formations, and they almost reach a point of making command decisions on their own, but never to the point of undermining command.” Mira shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Sir, I need to change my uniform. May we continue this another time?” Vellan smiled. “Of course.” Mira walked past Commander Philter when Philter suddenly asked, “Just one thing. You ve been talking to them, dealing with them, treating them almost like people. What would it mean to you to discover you now have five girlfriends?” Mira stopped at that. He didn t turn to face the Commander, but he replied, “They aren t people. They re tools. They re machines. All I m doing is to play on reflexes that will make them more efficient and effective. There isn t any girl to have as a girlfriend.” Commander Philter nodded. “Fair enough. Thank you.” Mira had said it very professionally. Still, something about what he said made Vellan quite cold.
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