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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 | |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 | 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 | 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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"Your experiment? Did you create this place?" | "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={{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 |
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| 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. | |
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| Used in the following Lab: {{#varpull:LotS/experiment/stranger|Experiment|firstreward}} | |
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| Proc Damage (cap) | |
{{#set:statdps=1100 }} {{#set:minprocdps=200 }} {{#set:maxprocdps=280 }} {{#set:totalminprocdps=1300 }} {{#set:totalmaxprocdps=1380 }} {{#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=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=}}