As I've journeyed across the seven nations of Teyvat, one organization has been a constant, shadowy presence, its influence woven into the very fabric of every conflict and political intrigue: the Fatui. More specifically, the elite lieutenants who serve the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya—the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. These are not mere diplomats; they are forces of nature, each a story of immense power, tragic pasts, and ambitions that shake the heavens. From the fiery depths of my battles in Natlan to the quiet, snow-swept streets of Snezhnaya's capital, their legacy is one I have come to know all too well. Let me share with you the tales of these formidable individuals, as I understand them now, in 2026.

My first real encounter was with Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger known as Childe. I remember the sheer, unbridled joy he took in combat in the Golden House. He's the youngest, often called the weakest of their ranks, but that label is a cruel joke. I watched him, in Fontaine, hold his own against the All-Devouring Narwhal for days. His story is one of a boy lost to the Abyss, forged into a weapon by a mysterious master named Skirk. To think he's considered the baseline for their power… it sends a chill down my spine.

Then there are the masterminds operating from the shadows. Pantalone, the Ninth Harbinger or Regrator, is the wealth of Snezhnaya personified. He doesn't wield elemental power—he wields Mora. His influence is everywhere, from the Northland Bank's imposing branches to the entire Goth Grand Hotel in Mondstadt, bought out with a fortune I can scarcely imagine. His power is a different kind of terrifying; it's the power to move nations without ever lifting a sword.

The Eighth, La Signora, the Crimson Witch of Flames, was a lesson in tragedy and fury. A scholar from 500 years ago, consumed by grief, she transformed herself using a lost art. I witnessed her power firsthand when she incapacitated the Anemo Archon. Her defeat in Inazuma was swift and final, but the memory of her liquid fire and the haunting emptiness she left behind is a stark reminder of the Harbingers' capacity for destruction.

The higher we go, the more enigmatic they become. Sandrone, the Seventh, the Marionette. I've only caught glimpses—a figure obsessed with Automatons, riding a modified Ruin Machine, her eyes cold and open while others paid respects. Her peers speak of a 'terrible personality.' What secrets does her research hold? Scaramouche, the Sixth, the Balladeer… his story is a tangled web of divine creation, betrayal, and a desperate act to erase his own past from the world's memory. He was a puppet seeking a heart, manipulated and enhanced by another Harbinger's cruel science.

Pulcinella, the Fifth, the Rooster. An elderly man, the Mayor of Snezhnaya's capital. He seems almost grandfatherly, yet he's the one who recruited Tartaglia, weaving promises to secure a warrior's loyalty. His presence in the Teyvat storyline preview hints at a pivotal role in the final act of our journey. Will he be a bureaucratic master or a hidden powerhouse?

The power truly begins to ascend into the realm of the divine with the Fourth, Arlecchino, the Knave. I met her in Fontaine. The 'Father' of the House of the Hearth, her calm demeanor belies the Balemoon Bloodfire—a legacy of the ancient Crimson Moon Dynasty—that simmers within her. She earned her title through patricide, a brutal ascension to protect her 'children.' Her strength is measured not just in combat, but in the fierce, calculated loyalty she commands.

And then we reach the top three, whose power, as the Dendro Archon herself confirmed, rivals the gods. Columbina, the Third, the Damselette. She looks like an angel, singing softly at a funeral. Yet, both Tartaglia and the Wanderer gave me the same, urgent warning: stay away. That innocent facade is the most terrifying mask of all. What sleeps behind those closed eyes?

The Second, Il Dottore, the Doctor. In Sumeru, I saw his work: the creation of an artificial god, the manipulation of a nation's wisdom. He was once Zandik, exiled for unethical human experiments. His power isn't just in strength, but in a mind that has fractured itself across time, creating segments to surpass his own humanity. He doesn't just fight gods; he seeks to understand, replicate, and surpass them.

Finally, the pinnacle. While his rank was never officially stated, the whispers among the Harbingers and the logic of their order point to one conclusion: Il Capitano, the Captain, is the First. Tartaglia speaks of him with a mix of awe and competitive fire. The Wanderer acknowledges his supremacy. Arlecchino's respect is implicit. His current whereabouts, as of my latest intelligence? He is in Natlan, having 'thrown his hat into the nation's endless ring of war.' The strongest of the Tsaritsa's vanguard is testing his might against the warriors of the Pyro nation. What does he seek there? Power? A challenge? Or something far more profound?

So, here is my understanding of the hierarchy, as it stands:

My journey continues. Each Harbinger represents a facet of the Tsaritsa's grand, mysterious design. From economic dominance to raw, god-challenging power, they are the instruments of a cryo archon's will. As I prepare to finally set foot in Snezhnaya, I carry these stories with me. They are warnings, puzzles, and in some strange way, a reflection of the myriad paths power can take in Teyvat. The final confrontation awaits, and understanding these eleven individuals is the key to navigating the blizzard that is to come. ❄️⚔️