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|attack=160 | |attack=160 | ||
|defense=240 | |defense=240 | ||
|procRate=35 | |||
|procDmgMin=1000 | |||
|procDmgCap=1400 | |||
|type=Helmet | |type=Helmet | ||
|ability=Grim Reaping: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Grim Reaper item equipped; Can hit up to twice per attack | |ability=Grim Reaping: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Grim Reaper item equipped; Can hit up to twice per attack (33% chance for 20,500 damage, +1,025 for each part equipped; 2% chance to process twice) | ||
|text=3. The familiar sounds of violence became audible above the meaningless din. It never took long. Not in the places she chose to visit. She focused on the sound, turned her piercing gaze towards it. Her mask's thermographic eyes cut through the intervening building and alighted on the three burning figures beyond. A man being pummeled and robbed by two others. Irrelevant. She looked away, leaving the criminals to their craft and the victim to his fate. Then she scowled. The pathetic babble of anguished pleading and injured moaning irked her. She drew her Seeker, extended its blades, programmed its targets, and hurled it into the night. The robbers were doomed, their prey saved. His lucky night. | |text=3. The familiar sounds of violence became audible above the meaningless din. It never took long. Not in the places she chose to visit. She focused on the sound, turned her piercing gaze towards it. Her mask's thermographic eyes cut through the intervening building and alighted on the three burning figures beyond. A man being pummeled and robbed by two others. Irrelevant. She looked away, leaving the criminals to their craft and the victim to his fate. Then she scowled. The pathetic babble of anguished pleading and injured moaning irked her. She drew her Seeker, extended its blades, programmed its targets, and hurled it into the night. The robbers were doomed, their prey saved. His lucky night. | ||
|obtained={{LotS/Rexp}} | |obtained={{LotS/Rexp}} | ||
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| name::Grim Reaper Mask | [[:Category:LotS/type::Helmet|type::Helmet]] |
| Attack: attack::160 Defense: defense::240 |
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| Grim Reaping: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Grim Reaper item equipped; Can hit up to twice per attack (33% chance for 20,500 damage, +1,025 for each part equipped; 2% chance to process twice) | |
| 3. The familiar sounds of violence became audible above the meaningless din. It never took long. Not in the places she chose to visit. She focused on the sound, turned her piercing gaze towards it. Her mask's thermographic eyes cut through the intervening building and alighted on the three burning figures beyond. A man being pummeled and robbed by two others. Irrelevant. She looked away, leaving the criminals to their craft and the victim to his fate. Then she scowled. The pathetic babble of anguished pleading and injured moaning irked her. She drew her Seeker, extended its blades, programmed its targets, and hurled it into the night. The robbers were doomed, their prey saved. His lucky night. | |
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{{#set:statdps=880 }} {{#set:minprocdps=350 }} {{#set:maxprocdps=490 }} {{#set:totalminprocdps=1230 }} {{#set:totalmaxprocdps=1370 }} {{#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=Grim Reaping: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each additional Grim Reaper item equipped; Can hit up to twice per attack (33% chance for 20,500 damage, +1,025 for each part equipped; 2% chance to process twice)}} {{#set:text=3. The familiar sounds of violence became audible above the meaningless din. It never took long. Not in the places she chose to visit. She focused on the sound, turned her piercing gaze towards it. Her mask's thermographic eyes cut through the intervening building and alighted on the three burning figures beyond. A man being pummeled and robbed by two others. Irrelevant. She looked away, leaving the criminals to their craft and the victim to his fate. Then she scowled. The pathetic babble of anguished pleading and injured moaning irked her. She drew her Seeker, extended its blades, programmed its targets, and hurled it into the night. The robbers were doomed, their prey saved. His lucky night.}} {{#set:obtained=Expedition Pack (Retired)}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}