LotS/Tetrarchos' Ring
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| name::Tetrarchos' Ring | [[:Category:LotS/type::Trinket|type::Trinket]] |
| Attack: attack::440 Defense: defense::420 |
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| Four of Him: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 225,500); Extra damage for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+25,625/Max: 1,045,500); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids (563,750); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+64,050/Max: 3,136,500) | |
| 8. Far from the scene, perched on another rooftop, his selves argued. Across the city the rain washed the woman's blood into frothing gutters. His lion-self was proud of this. His dragon-self was unmoved -- the woman's life meant nothing to him. His snake-self agreed, but urged caution. Killing was one thing. New Culverton would draw a stabbing or shooting along in its tide, until it disappeared into the sea of forgotten crime. But the manner of her death would attract attention. His goat-self decried such callous pragmatism. The other selves told him to shut up. | |
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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Four of Him: Chance for bonus damage (10% @ 225,500); Extra damage for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+25,625/Max: 1,045,500); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids (563,750); Extra damage against Alien Beast raids for each additional Tetrarchos set item owned (Max: 4 of each) (+64,050/Max: 3,136,500)}} {{#set:text=8. Far from the scene, perched on another rooftop, his selves argued. Across the city the rain washed the woman's blood into frothing gutters. His lion-self was proud of this. His dragon-self was unmoved -- the woman's life meant nothing to him. His snake-self agreed, but urged caution. Killing was one thing. New Culverton would draw a stabbing or shooting along in its tide, until it disappeared into the sea of forgotten crime. But the manner of her death would attract attention. His goat-self decried such callous pragmatism. The other selves told him to shut up.}} {{#set:obtained=Tetrarchos Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}