LotS/Hands of the Stranger

name::Hands of the Stranger	[[:Category:LotS/type::Gloves|type::Gloves]]
Attack: attack::220 Defense: defense::220
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
Proc Rate procRate::8%
Proc Damage (minimum)
Proc Damage (cap)

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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=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}