Talents

• Lantern Lit, Thy Dream Sought
  Can use up to 5 summons (max 3 deployed at once). Summons’ effect changes based upon Skill
• So is Writ, an Ode to Wine
  When a summon is defeated/absorbed/retrieved, Ling gains 3 SP and ATK +3% (ATK increase stacks up to 5 times)

Skills

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  Sips of Wine

  Auto RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  Initial SP

  15

  SP Cost

  25

  Duration

  25 sec

  Passive: Summons may be deployed on melee tiles
  Active: Ling and her summons gain +50% ATK and +50 ASPD. The summons deal Arts damage
  Immediately gain 1 summon when the skill is activated

  atk

  0.5

  attack_speed

  50

  cnt

  1

  

  'Tranquility'

  Blocks 1 enemy

  HP

  2500

  ATK

  549

  DEF

  351

  RES

  0

  Cost

  12

  ATK Interval

  1.25 sec

  Block

  1

  Redeploy

  10 sec

  Sips of Wine

  Passive
• 

  Amidst Pleasant Melodies

  Auto RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  Initial SP

  5

  SP Cost

  13

  Passive: Summons may be deployed on ranged tiles and deal Arts damage
  Active: Ling and her summons deal 450% ATK as Arts damage to 2 enemies within Attack Range and Bind them for 3 seconds
  After the skill ends, retrieve all summons with less than 50% HP. Can store 2 charge(s)

  atk_scale

  4.5

  cnt

  1

  ling_s2_unmovable.duration

  3

  value

  2

  hp_ratio

  0.5

  

  'Peripateticism'

  Deals Arts damage

  HP

  1217

  ATK

  406

  DEF

  124

  RES

  20

  Cost

  9

  ATK Interval

  1.6 sec

  Block

  1

  Redeploy

  10 sec

  

  Amidst Pleasant Melodies

  Passive

  After Ling's skill ends, this unit will be recalled if HP is less than 50%

  2.atk_scale

  4.5

  2.duration

  3
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  To Remain Oneself

  Auto RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  Initial SP

  15

  SP Cost

  40

  Duration

  30 sec

  Passive: Summons may be deployed on melee tiles. If there are other summons within their Attack Range, combines with them into a Higher form
  Active: Ling and her summons gain +100% ATK and +100% DEF. Each summon deals 20% of Ling's ATK as Arts damage to enemies in the four adjacent tiles every 0.5 seconds
  After the skill ends, gain 1 summon

  atk

  1

  def

  1

  atk_scale

  0.2

  interval

  0.5

  cnt

  1

  

  'Thunderer'

  Attacks all blocked enemies

  HP

  3607

  ATK

  823

  DEF

  423

  RES

  10

  Cost

  23

  ATK Interval

  1.5 sec

  Block

  2

  Redeploy

  20 sec

  

  To Remain Oneself

  Passive

  Base form: Deals Physical damage
  Higher form: Significantly strengthened, deals Arts damage and takes up 2 deployment slots. When retreated or defeated, returns 2 deployment slots

  2.max_hp

  1

  2.atk

  0.8

  2.def

  0.8

  2.magic_resistance

  1

  2.base_attack_time

  0.8

  2.block_cnt

  2

Modules

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  ORIGINAL

  Ling's Badge

  Module Selected

  Story

  Operator Ling has demonstrated remarkable aptitude in combat with the use of her 'Qingping' and derivatives.
  The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
  This operator shall be appointed a Supporter Operator during field operations to exercise Summoner responsibilities.
  In witness whereof,
  This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
• 

  SUM-Y

  Fond Dream with Poetry

  Select Module

  Stage	Stats	Upgrade Description
  1	HP +100 ATK +30	Summoner Trait Deals Arts damage Can use Summons in battles Can hold +3 additional summoned units and summoned unit deployment costs are reduced
  2	HP +130 ATK +40	Lantern Lit, Thy Dream Sought Can use up to 5 summons (max 4 deployed at once). Summons' effect changes based upon Skill
  3	HP +150 ATK +50	Lantern Lit, Thy Dream Sought Can use up to 5 stronger summons (max 4 deployed at once). Summons' effect changes based upon Skill

  Story

  A great wind comes from the depths of the desert, blowing straight across a boundless meadow. Beyond it is a nomadic city, its night as bright as the day.
  'This wind––'
  'What about it?'
  'I'm not sure how to describe it right now.'
  'Even the great wordsmith, Ling, has times when she's lost for words?'
  
  The wind first passes through the eaves of the garden, swirling around the head of the willow tree. Its power largely spent, it brushes against Ling's face, as if scratching an itch.
  'The company of friends, endless cups of wine. The warm wind brings me––'
  'I flipped through your recent poems...' A sudden voice rings out.
  'Brother...'
  'Warm wind, fragrant wind, easterly wind, lotus wind, willow wind, wind across the bridge, wind beneath the fan... Why don't you try going somewhere without wind for a change?'
  'Is there any place in this world that doesn't host any wind?'
  She can't remember how many poetry meetings she has attended recently - pretty much the same gardens, the same meandering water, the same thousand cups of liquid you couldn't get drunk on, the same hundred poems, the same charming emotions. To make merry is fine indeed, but it is too easy to make merry.
  'There may be a place that needs you more... somewhere that'll let you compose new poems.'
  
  In order to control its only water source, this mobile city does not rely on the mountains as a barrier, but rather stands on the vast desert, like a lonely giant in an unfathomably vast world with nobody else to rely on. The great wind rouses, occasionally kicking up rough sand and dust that passes across one's cheeks like daggers.
  It's not as if there's no wind here - it's just not that same kind of wind. The mountain's sanctuary is distant, the spring wind's breath expired.
  Ling stares at the meadow but a stone's throw away, where the last of the remaining elite soldiers lay, their armor covered in wet spikes. Three whole battalions, yet the meadow at night is nothing but a meadow.
  An ambush took place here. The city that rouses the night was the bait, while the meadow was the trap.
  'Light the torches brighter.'
  'They're already bright enough to attract those guys.'
  'It is for the soldiers beneath the meadow to see. War comes soon, and none shall return. Nobody can resist the urge to turn around and look. Burn them brighter, and they shall become the lights of their hometowns.'
  The great wind cannot extinguish the flames in the meadow, the men's eyes fix upon their homes through the night.
  
  A cold wind blows, the senses stir. Her eyes open to the depths of Shancheng's night. Empty jars of Husong wine fill the pavilion, a half-written poem on the page in front of her.

RIIC Base Skills

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  Keep the Wine Flowing

  When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center, remove any Morale reduction effects from Sui Operators assigned to the Control Center that affect themselves
• 

  'Vast Mountains and Rivers'

  

  When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center and own Morale is above 12,Worldly Plight +15; When own Morale is below12, Perception Information +10 instead