LotS/Destruction

name::Destruction	[[:Category:LotS/type::Off Hand|type::Off Hand]]
Attack: attack::330 Defense: defense::160
Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage (30% @ 615,000); Extra damage against Normal raids (820,000)
II. My first act, of the life that I know, was a step. For lack of any better way to stay alive, and with no reason yet to wish myself dead, I followed the step with another. And another. I began to trudge through the rain across the land of miserable stone. I do not remember what thoughts possessed me, or what drove me. I do know I didn't want to die. I don't know how long I walked, or how often I fell. I do know that there were times I almost let myself lay and drown on the rock. On the last of these sprawls in the rain, splayed out and defeated, I let the rain erode my will. The pain and the cold began to fade, and I remember thinking that perhaps my existence was meant for that brief painful slog, and that perhaps I was not doing myself any disservice by closing my eyes and waiting to fade back out the way I came in. I thought that perhaps this was the way all lives went. It was at this time that I saw the light, dancing out in the dark.
Obtained from Limited Time Item (30 GS)
Proc Rate procRate::30%
Proc Damage (minimum)
Proc Damage (cap)

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{{#set:color=Yellow}} {{#set:ability=Penstroke: Chance for bonus damage (30% @ 615,000); Extra damage against Normal raids (820,000)}} {{#set:text=II. My first act, of the life that I know, was a step. For lack of any better way to stay alive, and with no reason yet to wish myself dead, I followed the step with another. And another.

I began to trudge through the rain across the land of miserable stone.

I do not remember what thoughts possessed me, or what drove me. I do know I didn't want to die.

I don't know how long I walked, or how often I fell. I do know that there were times I almost let myself lay and drown on the rock.

On the last of these sprawls in the rain, splayed out and defeated, I let the rain erode my will. The pain and the cold began to fade, and I remember thinking that perhaps my existence was meant for that brief painful slog, and that perhaps I was not doing myself any disservice by closing my eyes and waiting to fade back out the way I came in.

I thought that perhaps this was the way all lives went.

It was at this time that I saw the light, dancing out in the dark.}} {{#set:obtained=Limited Time Item (30 GS)}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}