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|attack=220
|attack=220
|defense=220
|defense=220
|procRate=8
|procDmgMin=2500
|procDmgCap=3500
|type=Gloves
|type=Gloves
|ability=Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Normal Raids
|ability=Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Normal Raids (8% @ 51,250/71,750 damage)
|text=V. I sat, and I stared at the stranger, and he starred out into the dark.
|text=V. I sat, and I stared at the stranger, and he stared out into the dark.


At last he turned away, and I could see he was troubled. His eyes scanned across me, stared throughme. Soon they seemed to focus, fixed on me, as though he was drawing back from a very great distance and into that moment. He regarded me calmly, he did not appear alarmed that I had staggered bleeding from the rain.
At last he turned away, and I could see he was troubled. His eyes scanned across me, stared through me. Soon they seemed to focus, fixed on me, as though he was drawing back from a very great distance and into that moment. He regarded me calmly, he did not appear alarmed that I had staggered bleeding from the rain.


"This is a broken world," he muttered, "perhaps made by a broken man."
"This is a broken world," he muttered, "perhaps made by a broken man."
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"What world?" I asked.
"What world?" I asked.


It did not occur to me to be surprised that I could understand him, or even that I could speak. But when the words came out they felt heavy and full of edges on my tongue.I knew them, but they where unfamiliar to me.
It did not occur to me to be surprised that I could understand him, or even that I could speak. But when the words came out they felt heavy and full of edges on my tongue. I knew them, but they were unfamiliar to me.


"An experiment," he replied, and reached out a hand to close his book. "A poor example, a vain hope to recreate something that was lost."
"An experiment," he replied, and reached out a hand to close his book. "A poor example, a vain hope to recreate something that was lost."
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"Yes," he muttered at last.
"Yes," he muttered at last.
|obtained={{LotS/RaidLink|The Tyraness}}
|obtained={{LotS/RaidLink|The Tyraness}}
|used={{LotS/Labex|stranger}}
}}
}}

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name::Hands of the Stranger [[:Category:LotS/type::Gloves|type::Gloves]]
Attack: attack::220
Defense: defense::220
Hands of the Stranger
Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Normal Raids (8% @ 51,250/71,750 damage)
V. I sat, and I stared at the stranger, and he stared out into the dark.

At last he turned away, and I could see he was troubled. His eyes scanned across me, stared through me. Soon they seemed to focus, fixed on me, as though he was drawing back from a very great distance and into that moment. He regarded me calmly, he did not appear alarmed that I had staggered bleeding from the rain.

"This is a broken world," he muttered, "perhaps made by a broken man."

"What world?" I asked.

It did not occur to me to be surprised that I could understand him, or even that I could speak. But when the words came out they felt heavy and full of edges on my tongue. I knew them, but they were unfamiliar to me.

"An experiment," he replied, and reached out a hand to close his book. "A poor example, a vain hope to recreate something that was lost."

"Your experiment? Did you create this place?"

He stared into me, and behind the calm I saw remorse and doubt.

"Yes," he muttered at last.

Obtained from

The Tyraness

Used in the following

Lab: {{#varpull:LotS/experiment/stranger|Experiment|firstreward}}

Proc Rate

procRate::8%

Proc Damage (minimum)

procDmgMin::2500

Proc Damage (cap)

procDmgCap::3500

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Normal Raids (8% @ 51,250/71,750 damage)}} {{#set:text=V. I sat, and I stared at the stranger, and he stared out into the dark.

At last he turned away, and I could see he was troubled. His eyes scanned across me, stared through me. Soon they seemed to focus, fixed on me, as though he was drawing back from a very great distance and into that moment. He regarded me calmly, he did not appear alarmed that I had staggered bleeding from the rain.

"This is a broken world," he muttered, "perhaps made by a broken man."

"What world?" I asked.

It did not occur to me to be surprised that I could understand him, or even that I could speak. But when the words came out they felt heavy and full of edges on my tongue. I knew them, but they were unfamiliar to me.

"An experiment," he replied, and reached out a hand to close his book. "A poor example, a vain hope to recreate something that was lost."

"Your experiment? Did you create this place?"

He stared into me, and behind the calm I saw remorse and doubt.

"Yes," he muttered at last.}} {{#set:obtained=The Tyraness}} {{#set:used=Lab: {{#varpull:LotS/experiment/stranger|Experiment|firstreward}}}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}