LotS/Marshal Roth's Hat
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| name::Marshal Roth's Hat | [[:Category:LotS/type::Helmet|type::Helmet]] |
| Attack: attack::380 Defense: defense::370 |
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| Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562.5) | |
| 3. Grant touched the brim of his hat when the strange woman came up to the bar. She mimicked the gesture, performing an absurd salute that bounced off her hair, and reddened when the drinkers around her started laughing. No, she definitely wasn't from around these parts, the barman mused.
"I'm... I'm looking for Marshal Roth," she said. Grant nodded towards a dark corner. She followed his gaze to the table and its lone occupant. "What's he drinking?" she asked. "The usual. Six-shooter special. Half a dozen shots of gut-rot bourbon." | |
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{{#set:statdps=1890 }} {{#set:minprocdps=1360 }} {{#set:maxprocdps=1960 }} {{#set:totalminprocdps=3250 }} {{#set:totalmaxprocdps=3850 }} {{#set:stamina=0 }} {{#set:energy=0 }} {{#set:honor=0 }} {{#set:pvp=0 }} {{#set:pvpattack=0 }} {{#set:pvpdefense=0 }} {{#set:health=0 }}
{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562.5)}} {{#set:text=3. Grant touched the brim of his hat when the strange woman came up to the bar. She mimicked the gesture, performing an absurd salute that bounced off her hair, and reddened when the drinkers around her started laughing. No, she definitely wasn't from around these parts, the barman mused.
"I'm... I'm looking for Marshal Roth," she said.
Grant nodded towards a dark corner. She followed his gaze to the table and its lone occupant.
"What's he drinking?" she asked.
"The usual. Six-shooter special. Half a dozen shots of gut-rot bourbon."}} {{#set:obtained=Marshal Roth Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}