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|procDmgCap={{#expr:7000 +125*8 +4000 +(80000 +2500*8)*0.01/0.08}} | |procDmgCap={{#expr:7000 +125*8 +4000 +(80000 +2500*8)*0.01/0.08}} | ||
|type=Off Hand | |type=Off Hand | ||
|ability=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional Marshal Roth item equipped (+2,562.5) | |ability=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional {{LotS/ItemSetLink2|Marshal Roth's}} item equipped (+2,562.5) | ||
|text=2. This woman didn't belong here. Grant saw that as soon as she walked through the door, shimmying her way past the grumbling kitchen boys who were lugging the bodies out. Her fancy clothes and elegant coifed hair said money. The way she sniffed at her surroundings said breeding. If she wasn't careful, she'd find more than a few folk willing to rob her of the former and... Well, as a man married to a telepath he didn't care to pursue the latter line of thought. | |text=2. This woman didn't belong here. Grant saw that as soon as she walked through the door, shimmying her way past the grumbling kitchen boys who were lugging the bodies out. Her fancy clothes and elegant coifed hair said money. The way she sniffed at her surroundings said breeding. If she wasn't careful, she'd find more than a few folk willing to rob her of the former and... Well, as a man married to a telepath he didn't care to pursue the latter line of thought. | ||
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| name::Marshal Roth's Left Six-Shooter | [[:Category:LotS/type::Off Hand|type::Off Hand]] |
| Attack: attack::380 Defense: defense::370 |
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| Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562.5) | |
| 2. This woman didn't belong here. Grant saw that as soon as she walked through the door, shimmying her way past the grumbling kitchen boys who were lugging the bodies out. Her fancy clothes and elegant coifed hair said money. The way she sniffed at her surroundings said breeding. If she wasn't careful, she'd find more than a few folk willing to rob her of the former and... Well, as a man married to a telepath he didn't care to pursue the latter line of thought.
"Good thinking, honey," his wife's voice said in his head. The barman grunted. It had come to something when a man couldn't even enjoy a few carnal- "William Cornelius Grant! If you finish that notion, so help me I'll make your brains come right out of your nose!" "Yes, dear," he murmured. | |
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{{#set:statdps=1890 }} {{#set:minprocdps=1360 }} {{#set:maxprocdps=1960 }} {{#set:totalminprocdps=3250 }} {{#set:totalmaxprocdps=3850 }} {{#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=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8%@143,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (225,500); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1%@1,640,000 +51,250/gear); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562.5)}} {{#set:text=2. This woman didn't belong here. Grant saw that as soon as she walked through the door, shimmying her way past the grumbling kitchen boys who were lugging the bodies out. Her fancy clothes and elegant coifed hair said money. The way she sniffed at her surroundings said breeding. If she wasn't careful, she'd find more than a few folk willing to rob her of the former and... Well, as a man married to a telepath he didn't care to pursue the latter line of thought.
"Good thinking, honey," his wife's voice said in his head.
The barman grunted. It had come to something when a man couldn't even enjoy a few carnal-
"William Cornelius Grant! If you finish that notion, so help me I'll make your brains come right out of your nose!"
"Yes, dear," he murmured.}} {{#set:obtained=Marshal Roth Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}