We recognize that some Open World PvP situations could conflict with combat healing in unintentional ways, particularly for the World Boss Encounters thatrequire more than 20 Level 50 players on hand. The changes for PvP Defense willeliminate these issues, while the addition of PvP Healing gives healers an additional reason to go after PvP stats. Further, PvP Defense was a better overall stat,since it would become a more powerful negation of PvP Offense gain when both stats were increased in unison. It produced swingy stat comparisons high peaks and valleys. This is an important change, as the previous relationship was bothdifficult to understand and to balance. PvP Defense is now a direct counter to an opposing player’s PvP Damage.PvP Damage is the resulting Damage Output Efficiency achieved by using PvP Power.PvP Healing is the resulting Healing Output Efficiency achieved by using PvP Power.PvP Power has two separateeffects that we’ll now highlight more clearly in your character sheet: We’ve expanded the role of PvP Offense to include a healing component, and along with this have renamed it to PvP Power.To work this in, there has been a reduction in overall efficiency at lower levels of PvP stat, a change that affects both the damagedealt to and healing output on player targets. Player efficiency will now scale better as your PvP stats increase, giving more weight to properly statted PvP gear over PvE gear in PvPsituations.Bombs have a timer and explode when carried! Set that puppy down and run!.A rated version of this Battleground (at level 50) is also available.Practice Battleground brackets for Daggerstone Pass are level 30-49 and level 50.A hoarse rattle emanated from her throat, forming a single word as it left her lips. Gravely, Vitara turned to leave.Īn instant later, Tresayne’s bloody fist closed around the creature’s tail. Your heart is strong, and your blade sharp. I am VitaĪs the creature’s lambent, wise-sad eyes loomed into her fading vision, Tresayne spat blood in its face. Instead she heard it speak to her, the words resonating in her head like a gong: Long have I waited for you, huntress. Feeling its hot, sweet breath ruffling her hair, she awaited the sting of fangs on her throat and the cold release of death that would inevitably follow. With regal slowness, it stalked over her crumpled form, the wound on its chest closing before her eyes. Ound, twisting the blade and pulling it free as the blood pooled beneath her. Rolling and pivoting in one fluid motion, she rammed her sword up through its chest, feeling the shudder of its pierced heart. As she landed, a spreading warmth confirmed it had opened her side like a flower. Her sword drew blood – but the creature sensed her attack, striking faster than she thought possible. Blade poised above her head, Tresayne leapt from the tree. The beast’s massive bulk sidled gracefully beneath her. N the hunt, she had finally caught up to it. Staying only long enough to whisper the Sisterhood’s ancient death-rites over the bodies of the fallen, she had set off to track the beast. It had slaughtered four of her sisters, seemingly without effort, their blood still warm when she found them. He failed some final test? Was this idleness penance for some forgotten cowardice? Had she still a part to play? As day followed day without deviation, the prospect seemed increasingly foolish.īut this beast had changed everything. Yet here she remained, Tresayne Toria, the Siegebreaker of Bellariaus, Scourge of the Black Fleet, cursed with immortality and no foes left to overcome. Stolen across the stars to assist in the creation of a god, her progeny sent to Cassus to rule an empire. It had done none of these, its behavior, its sudden existence, as cryptic as the enigmatic whims of the Eldan that had brought her here. R days, waiting for the beast to sleep, drink, or relax its guard. She had stalked it over most of Wilderrun’s arboreal sprawl fo Aglow with exhilaration, she was unsure if she could actually kill it. She ascribed the prickly chill that swept over her to nightfall before recognizing it for fear. Beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. It sniffed, revealing incisors longer than her arms. Vertical lavender slits raked the undergrowth. Sleek pelt the same emerald of the fronds for which she’d first mistaken its upturned ears. Tresayne had never seen a creature like it.
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