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[[Image:Wyrmslayer.jpg|right|Chronicle Wyrmslayer]] | [[Image:Wyrmslayer.jpg|right|Chronicle Wyrmslayer]] | ||
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{{lorebox|Wyrmslayers have, through painful trial and error, amassed an arsenal of tricks and techniques to give them an edge against the mightiest of monsters. Wyrmslayers have learned to brew ointments that protect them from a drake's flame, and know how to strike a drake where its scales are thinnest, wounding the beasts as much as possible. | {{lorebox|Wyrmslayers have, through painful trial and error, amassed an arsenal of tricks and techniques to give them an edge against the mightiest of monsters. Wyrmslayers have learned to brew ointments that protect them from a drake's flame, and know how to strike a drake where its scales are thinnest, wounding the beasts as much as possible. | ||
Stop calling it a Dragon, you fool boy. What lies in the cave is naught but a Drake, two, three thousand years on him. Ol' Scaly here is just a stripling, boy, a hatchling of his kind. There all I've ever heard tell of, and all I've ever seen. Real Dragons, the Terrors you hear of in legend, they're all dead, or all sleeping in the heart of the World. I hope to never meet one. The Elves sing of The Dragon, Terror of Terrors, who nearly wrecked the World and was so fierce even the All-Father couldn't kill it. This is no Dragon, boy, though he be a hundred feet long, he's nothing but a babe. Even so, he's still death itself. |[[Wyrmslayer Lore]]}} | Stop calling it a Dragon, you fool boy. What lies in the cave is naught but a Drake, two, three thousand years on him. Ol' Scaly here is just a stripling, boy, a hatchling of his kind. There all I've ever heard tell of, and all I've ever seen. Real Dragons, the Terrors you hear of in legend, they're all dead, or all sleeping in the heart of the World. I hope to never meet one. The Elves sing of The Dragon, Terror of Terrors, who nearly wrecked the World and was so fierce even the All-Father couldn't kill it. This is no Dragon, boy, though he be a hundred feet long, he's nothing but a babe. Even so, he's still death itself. |[[Wyrmslayer Lore]]}} | ||
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*'''Name''': [[Agrathor the Black]]<br> | *'''Name''': [[Agrathor the Black]]<br> | ||
**'''Location''': [[The Black Bog]] - Agrathor's Fen | **'''Location''': [[The Black Bog]] - Agrathor's Fen | ||
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'''<big>Trainer Locations</big>'''</div> | '''<big>Trainer Locations</big>'''</div> | ||
*Master Wyrmslayer | *Master Wyrmslayer | ||
− | **[[Ashfell Plain]] - Wyrmslayer's Rest - | + | **[[Ashfell Plain]] - Wyrmslayer's Rest - 86192 x 69298 |
− | **[[Hethland Holm]] - Kjeld Lodgings - | + | **[[Hethland Holm]] - Kjeld Lodgings - 45365 x 67440 |
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'''Power User Requirements''': Spear<br> | '''Power User Requirements''': Spear<br> | ||
'''Mode Required''': Combat Mode Only<br> | '''Mode Required''': Combat Mode Only<br> | ||
− | '''Requires Hit Roll''': | + | '''Requires Hit Roll''': No<br> |
'''Target and Range''': Self/No target<br> | '''Target and Range''': Self/No target<br> | ||
'''Effect(s)''':<br> | '''Effect(s)''':<br> | ||
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− | '''Strike of the Manticore '''<br> | + | '''Strike of the Manticore ''' {{dnt}}<br> |
[[Image:Alac cam.png|Right|Strike of the Manticore's Power Cameo]] | [[Image:Alac cam.png|Right|Strike of the Manticore's Power Cameo]] | ||
''"Personal Attack Speed Buff"<br>'' | ''"Personal Attack Speed Buff"<br>'' | ||
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'''Casting Time''': 0.2 seconds<br> | '''Casting Time''': 0.2 seconds<br> | ||
'''Recycle Time''': 600.0 seconds<br> | '''Recycle Time''': 600.0 seconds<br> | ||
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'''Target and Range''': Self/No target<br> | '''Target and Range''': Self/No target<br> | ||
'''Effect(s)''':<br> | '''Effect(s)''':<br> | ||
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'''Casting Time''': 4 seconds<br> | '''Casting Time''': 4 seconds<br> | ||
'''Recycle Time''': 0 seconds<br> | '''Recycle Time''': 0 seconds<br> | ||
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'''Target and Range''': Players (50 Units)<br> | '''Target and Range''': Players (50 Units)<br> | ||
'''Effect(s)''':<br> | '''Effect(s)''':<br> |
Latest revision as of 02:31, 16 February 2022
“ | Wyrmslayers have, through painful trial and error, amassed an arsenal of tricks and techniques to give them an edge against the mightiest of monsters. Wyrmslayers have learned to brew ointments that protect them from a drake's flame, and know how to strike a drake where its scales are thinnest, wounding the beasts as much as possible. Stop calling it a Dragon, you fool boy. What lies in the cave is naught but a Drake, two, three thousand years on him. Ol' Scaly here is just a stripling, boy, a hatchling of his kind. There all I've ever heard tell of, and all I've ever seen. Real Dragons, the Terrors you hear of in legend, they're all dead, or all sleeping in the heart of the World. I hope to never meet one. The Elves sing of The Dragon, Terror of Terrors, who nearly wrecked the World and was so fierce even the All-Father couldn't kill it. This is no Dragon, boy, though he be a hundred feet long, he's nothing but a babe. Even so, he's still death itself. |
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Discipline Dropper
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Trainer Locations
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Drakesbane Power Rank: 40 (Grand Master)
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Strike of the Manticore DNT Granted: Level 20
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Flame Ward Granted: Level 20
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