My target landing zone was a city that was controlled by the most powerful clan on Sauros. I couldn’t hear anything except the sound of air rushing past me. My radio clicked on: “All Lehm-2 victors, all Lehm-2 Victors, this is Lehm Main. Be advised, the enemy is deploying high-altitude anti-personnel nano-machines. I say again, the Tak'fir tribe is utilizing White Gas. Echo Company reports incoming HAAP fire as well. Consolidate all forces to push for objective rally point Bravo. Main priority has shifted. We’re taking out those guns.”
40,000 meters. We got into a V formation, which placed me in the very back on the left side. This formation is perfect for defensive jumping, or so my instructors taught me. Basically, wherever the squad leader at the tip goes, everyone else follows. The orange haze of the dusty atmosphere began to take up our vision.
28,000 meters. We hadn’t encountered anything yet, and the falling seemed to drag on forever. After a few seconds of freefall, however, a white speck began to fade in, and then it was right on top of us. Noviso guided us to the left. We all cleared it, except Lii'Lii, at the other end of the V. His bloody scream filled our radio and I watched as the tiny robots tore him apart molecule by molecule. Parts of his armor began to fall off him, then clothing and skin. His arm came off, followed by a few feet of intestine. Before I knew it, the partially muscled skeleton that was once Lii'Lii broke rank and fell into the swirling orange vortex.
16,000 meters. We cleared three more clouds without incident. A fourth came up. We veered right, and as soon as we passed it we took incoming fire from the ground. Noviso swerved us left and right but to no effect. The deadly tracer rounds were trailing close behind. Noviso ordered us to disperse, just as I started to feel rounds fly past my legs and head. We broke formation and all went separate directions. Below me, my team leader, Ardnt, was wildly trying not to get hit. “Help! Help me!” he shouted, before getting ripped in two by the enemy fire. His torso flew past me, and as I looked into his rolled up eyes, his neon-red blood splashed my visor, temporarily blinding me.
5,000 meters. I was finally safe from the AP fire but I was coming in too fast and my squad was scattered over an area of 5 kilometers. I deployed my chute as soon as I could. When it caught, it jerked me back, dislocating my right shoulder. When I landed, there was a loud crack! and a dull pain shot through my left leg. My suit’s medical system activated and began to address the damage done to my leg. I had shattered my femur, sprained my knee, and broke my ankle as well as a couple bones in my foot. I sat up and let my suit fix me up. I noticed the tall, dilapidated buildings that looked like the remnants of a nuclear war. The light sandstorm didn’t help visibility too much. Paranoia had set in and I thought that in any second an enemy sniper would put a bullet in my head.
The pain in my leg made everything go fuzzy. I couldn’t breathe and the storm brought visibility down to zero. I dragged myself to the closest alleyway and found as much cover and concealment as possible. My eyelids felt heavy and fatigue washed over my body. I finally succumbed to my weariness and passed out. I awoke several hours later in a daze. My leg was numbed but the pain was gone and I had full range of motion. The storm had faded but the air was still heavy with dust. With a heavy head and nauseous stomach, I got up and made my way to the road. Tracer fire and aircraft filled the sky. The parachutes of my fellow shock-drop troopers still fell from above. The sounds of war continued all around me. The battle for the city was in full swing.
Reullses and I were posted atop the roof of a single story building. On top and inside of several other buildings overlooking the street were my Marine brothers and sisters waiting in silent anticipation of the enemy patrol. This was the high point of the invasion for me. They were about 50 meters out, not yet close enough. Cold sweat ran down my brow. 35 meters. I grasped the pistol grip even tighter. 20 meters. My heart beat so loud it was deafening. 10 meters. “Remember Ormeyea”, Reullses whispered over the radio. 5 meters. I took my weapon off safe. Then, they were right below us in our kill zone. We opened fire in glorious retribution. I looked into my HUD’s targeting system. My computer would ID a target. I would fire at him and watched the zoomed in video of his head bursting, or limbs breaking off, or other assorted body parts being torn away.
They began to return fire. Chunks of building crumbled away as our cover fell apart and we became more and more exposed. Reullses got hit in the left shoulder. He went down but sprang back to his feet and continued to suppress the enemy. One by one the enemy fell until none were left standing. Blood stained sand lingered in the air that was constantly blowing on Sauros.
Their melted bodies lay strewn and contorted before us. I felt nothing then. To me this was revenge for Ormeyea. Nobody ever said anything, but we all knew what this campaign was about. You could see it in our eyes. The Sauro never stood a chance. They were seriously out-manned, out-gunned and unorganized. They fell by the millions all over the planet. The only time they posed any real threat to us was when we were deploying, but once boots started touching down, they were fighting a losing battle, and they were losing badly.
Tips on budgeting from a spender. Yes, it can be done people.
When I was wrestling with the “to study abroad or not to study abroad” idea, what it really came down to was money and financing a semester abroad. My school, like many others I’m guessing, broadcasted that study abroad is affordable and very comparable to what students are already paying for a semester. This is true, but only if you’re already paying for dorming and have a meal plan. I can’t speak for any other state, but here in Hawaii where the cost of living is RIDICULOUS and you can basically buy a 3 bedroom house complete with pool for the price of a 2 bedroom apartment, many in-state students opt to live at home and commute. I fall into that category.
To pay for college I work 3 jobs and take out student loans. I don’t know where the Study Abroad office got their numbers but $17,991 for a semester is not what I call affordable by any means. After financial aid and scholarships kicked in, what I had to pay was around $10,000. Still not affordable. I worked a whole lot to come up with money for my semester and was lucky with a family who pitched in and helped me come up with the rest of what I needed. By the time it came down to it, I had a little over $3,000 as spending money for my entire semester. Considering what many of the other students had as spending money, this was definitely not much. But it was what I had to work with and any money is better than no money.
Honestly, I thought $3,000 was surely not going to be much to work with when I got to Florence. But I soon figured out what was important to me and budgeted accordingly. I had the time of my life and have absolutely no regrets with the things I got to do. $3,000 is ABSOLUTELY enough to have a life-changing semester abroad and as a self-proclaimed spender, I feel like I won some kind of contest. If you feel like you may need some help in the budgeting department, here are some of my tips to stretching a budget and how to get the most out of what you do throw down for.
1. Make a list of things you definitely want to come home with. Once you have this list in mind, go around early on in your semester and price out whatever it is you want and compare the options and quality of the products. Set aside a sum of money for whatever it is at the highest price (but still reasonable and realistic, I’m serious) for that item. With the money already aside, you don’t have to worry about not having enough money at the end of your trip and you can focus on budgeting for other things. A good example is Florentine leather goods. Florence is known for its leather goods so things like bags and wallets will probably be on your list. Show me a person who wouldn’t want a leather bag from Italy and I’ll show them the next flight home. But because the shops and sellers know that people will be shopping for these particular products, you will see a lot of stalls selling the same products. Take advantage of this and compare. Take your time on finding the right bag for you which you’ll love for years to come. Don’t settle.
2. It’s all about the CASH MONEY. Cash is still King here in Europe and that is great news for those trying to stay on a strict budget. Swiping that card can become dangerous, especially when you think it’s just for small purchases here and there. Those small purchases are what add up in the end and knock you on your ass the next time you check your balance. I took out money from an ATM about every 2 weeks, sometimes 3 if I budgeted extremely well. Each time I took out €200-250. Anything less than that seemed pointless because if I had to visit the ATM more often I would be charged the fees for currency conversion and the standard ATM fee. I kept a second wallet in my room and split up a weeks worth into that for safekeeping. As the week went on I could visually keep track of how much money I had and what I was spending it on.
*Tip: If you are a member of Bank of America rejoice and take out your money ATM fee-free from BNL d'Italia. There are many locations of BNL branches near the busiest parts of Florence so there is always conveniently near you. I frequented the one right off of Piazza della Repubblica which is hard not to miss in back of the big carrousel and before the Hard Rock Cafe. Plus their ATMS are indoors so you feel a little more secure withdrawing money without the hustle and bustle of people on the streets.
3. Don’t underestimate the power and value of coins! As Americans, we aren’t used to our coin change amounting to anything but food for parking meters and vending machines. Forget that mentality when you go to any Euro-using country. They love coins and have exactly 8 them waiting to weigh you down and make you think you have less money than you do. Two of them are worth €1 and €2 which add up to slices of pizza, glasses of vino, and delicious panini (by the way, singular is panino and plural is panini. The sooner you remember this the sooner Italians stop snickering at you when you order). Keep a coin purse in your bag or in your pocket and consistently check to see how much euro you actually have in coin form. I once paid for an entire meal at a restaurant in €1 and €2 coins and then my drinks at a bar later that night. #WINNING. Also, take advantage of self-checkout stations at grocery stores like the Coop where you can get rid of smaller coins so you maximize all your money. If not, save a few to throw in the Trevi when you go to Rome and save some for wells you find in smaller towns.
4. Take advantage of student discounts. Many shops and restaurants will have student discounts as you are their biggest customer! If you don’t see them advertising it, ask. Don’t feel bad for asking either. If you aren’t taking advantage of it, you’re the only one losing money. Here are some of my favorite student discounts:
Il Gatto e La Volpe, Via Ghibellina - This restaurant is popular with the students because they speak English and give a student discount on the menu. Food is good with delicious house-made flatbread and the house Chianti is a favorite of my roommate and mine.
Antica Sosta degli Aldobrandini, corner of Via Faenza near Basilica di San Lorenzo - Popular with students because it is so near to the buildings and classes of Lorenzo de’ Medici. Subway style build your own panino with up to 5 ingredients runs at €3,50 instead of €5. They also let you ask for it to-go if you’re in a rush to your next class.
Trattoria Pizzeria Dante, Piazza Nazario Sauro 12r - Located across the Arno, you’ll hear people talk about Dante’s. The food is good and you can get free wine with a student ID from your school in Florence but that’s about it. Dante’s is notoriously slow and the service is not great. It is also mad busy so if you do want to brave it, call ahead and make a reservation. Best of luck.
Scuola del Cuoio, Via S. Giuseppe 5r - If your school provides an opportunity to go and take a visit and tour to this famed Leather School in the back of Santa Croce, DO IT. Not only will you be able to see students and masters work and create leather masterpieces, you will be able to shop with a student discount.
Florence Irish Pub, Via del Melarancio 18r, attached to restaurant Lorenzo de’ Medici - Ladies Thursday nights are nights dedicated to you in the form of free shots and champagne with a €4 drink. Not to mention a bartender who is super friendly and a fun atmosphere. There are bonuses for the guys too, with a foosball table and darts in the back room.
5. Take advantage of free activities held by your school. Seems pretty self-explanatory but you’d be surprised at how many people don’t take advantage of it. Every week my school put out a list of new and FREE activities we could sign up for. My roommate Catie and I attended every free cooking lesson made available with the cooking teacher for our school, Milva, who before teaching cooked at amazing restaurants all over Italy. We also did wine and cheese tastings, tours of a leather school, a visit to the Museo di Calcio, or Soccer Museum, and much more. There were hiking excursions, free entry days to the Ferragamo Museum, and so much more.
There are definitely so many more tips and tricks to saving money abroad but in the end you want realistic tips that you can live by. I know personally I suck with money because I’m a spender, but these things I could handle and work into my daily routine. Keeping receipts and logging is another way to keep track of what you are spending but I get too lazy with it. But hey, if it works for you at home it’ll work for you abroad. Just don’t forget to treat yourself once in a while. Take a night out with your friends and splurge that one time on bistecca or take that weekend trip to Rome. But if you can’t afford a crazy night on the town every other night, speak up to your friends because most likely they’re on a budget too and will be happy to just chill on the steps of Santa Croce and wait around for some €1 Secret Bakery. Oh, what’s Secret Bakery? All in good time my friends, all in good time.
The great Tuscan capital is built to impress and inspire. Indeed, it’s home to innumerable masterpieces as well as being a masterpiece itself. Wandering along the river Arno, with its surface meticulously mirroring its bridges, you get a glimpse of the cypress-lined hills in the distance. The natural magnificence and symmetry of the birthplace of Renaissance is truly spectacular and is reflected in every aspect of the Florentine essence, from its art and architecture, to its food and culture.
Still inebriated from the dazzling high of Venice, I expected to fall hard and fast being anywhere else but the Floating City. Though I perhaps wasn’t as starstruck with Florence than I had been with Venice, I was still in awe with all things Florentine. Dawn and dusk were my favourite times to breathe in the splendour of the city, and drink in the feeling of motion and lightness characteristic of so many of the Renaissance masterpieces. Sadly missing out on classic must-do’s like the Uffuzi gallery and the Boboli gardens due to budget restrictions, unfortunate timing and/or our inability to endure queues, we explored Florence with our tastebuds and tightly gripped wallets. Here are my favourite ways of discovering Florence.
I don’t think it’s possible to describe the euphoric moment when my tongue first caressed the mint green pistachio cream. It gave way and moulded to the shape of my tongue like a long lost lover’s embrace. I held on tightly to the perfect curves of the waffle cone, willing it never to end. It lasted slightly longer than most (the portions were huge, and I had gotten the smallest waffle cone for the modest sum of €2.50), but sadly, as all loves like this do, it ended. I came back for more: limone and frutti the bosco the next day, chocolate fondante and tiramisu mousse the day after. The tiramisu mousse was the deal breaker (and also the fact that we were leaving the next day).
In all seriousness though, this was hands down the best gelato of the whole trip - every flavour was utter creamy perfection (except for the mousses, avoid those at all cost). The ice cream was delicately flavoured and was the optimum lightness without being airy. The limone was probably my favourite, striking a perfect balance between sweet and sour, and was just oh so creamy. Disclaimer: my boyfriend was fully aware of this affair and was very encouraging of it. It ended up being more of a polygamous thing and we were quite sad to return to our infinitely less exciting two person relationship.
How to get there: Right off the Ponte alla Carraia which is the second bridge west of Ponte Vecchio, on the Oltrarno side. Piazza Sauro Nazario, 25/R - Ponte alla Carraia
Opening hours: Everyday 11:00 am to 12:00 am
Prices: €1.50 for small normal cone, €2.00 for medium normal cone, €2.50 for small waffle cone, €3.00 for medium waffle cone, €5.00 for big waffle cone, €6.00 for chocolate and nut cone.
These two make quite the power pair on a normal basis (though not together) but even more so when you have them à la Florentine. There’s just something about topping loaded carbs that you just can’t get enough of. What would be a quick, mindlessly slapped together meal anywhere else, is transformed into a true art in Italy and especially in Florence. Watching the making of your meal performed right in front of your eyes is really a stunning thing to watch and definitely whets the appetite. The slicing of prosciutto, the chopping of tomatoes, the drizzling of truffle oil is swiftly, gracefully and meticulously carried out.
After our failed attempt to find the famous Panini Toscani, we were adamant on getting our hands on a panino (panini is plural). It was a struggle finding one that was a) open on a Sunday and b) open for dinner but we finally uncovered the gem that is Il Bufalo Trippone. I had the schiaccata Briaco (Drunk) which had porchetta, cheese with wine and truffle spread. The combination was perfect but what really made it was the thick, lightly toasted on the outside, almost fluffy on the inside schiaccata bread that glistened with olive oil. My boyfriend had the schiaccata Marina with Tuscany salami, pecorino and eggplant, which was amazing as well. He raved on about it and even claimed that it was probably the best meal of the entire trip.
How to get there: Via dell’Anguillara, 48r - 50122
Opening hours: Everyday from 10:00 am to 8:00 pm
Prices: €3.00 for basic sandwiches and €4.50 for special sandwiches
We had our best pizza experience at Gusta Pizza. The eat in area was already buzzing when we arrived and a queue had also formed outside for the takeaway. Despite the bustle, we didn’t have to wait long for our Napoli and Gusta Pizza. We were eager to feel the cool dusk breeze against our skin, an immense relief from the day’s sweltering heat, so we carried the steaming boxes to Plaza dei Pitti which was right around the corner. We sat on the slight incline, still slightly warm from the day-long pounding of the sun’s rays, and dug in. The Gustapizza was a well-loved classic: tomato sauce, mozzarella, rocket and parmesan (€7).The ingredients were incredibly fresh and it seemed as if each flavour was whispering to my taste buds in turn, begging to be experienced and appreciated. The Napoli, however, really did it for me. I usually don’t like anchovies on account of them being too salty but I really loved the combination of tomato, mozzarella, anchovies, capers, oregano and olive oil (€6). It was a perfect harmony of taste and texture, leaving me full and completely content, albeit a tad thirsty. After the insides of the boxes were licked clean, we used them as makeshift mattresses, lying face up towards the immense night sky. As if on cue, a busker started playing a lovely tune on his violin and I inadvertently let out a sigh because, with my head resting on my boyfriend’s chest and our breathing in sync, I couldn’t think of anything else that would make the moment any more perfect than it already was.
How to get there: Via Maggio, 46R 50125 Firenze
Opening hours: Everyday from 11:30 am to 3:30 pm, 7:00 pm to 11:30 pm (Closed on Mondays)
Prices: €4.50 - €8
I have a penchant for judging a view corresponding to the effort expended to get there because in my mind if a view doesn’t make me work for it then it doesn’t really deserve my admiration. Reaching the top of probably the steepest hill I have ever climbed, calves throbbing and gasping for air, we realised that Giardini Bardini was closed. I was about to throw a mini tantrum, when the woman at the desk told us to check out Forte Belvedere which was right next to the garden, and good thing we did. This view definitely deserved my admiration for the breathtaking (both literally and figuratively) bird’s eye view of Florence. On one side you had the magnificent Fiume Arno and its bridges as well as the entire city of Florence. On the other side you can admire the deep green tuscan hills, the lush greenery which seem to swallow the brown roofs right up. An added bonus was the Human exhibition which constituted of lots of statues of humans in random, strange positions.
How to get there: Walk eastward from Ponte Vecchio on Via de Bardi, turn into Coasta dei Magnoli and continue onto Costa S. Giorgio all the way up the hill. Via del Forte di san Giorgio will be on your right where the fort is.
Opening hours: 9:00 am to 6:00 pm (June to September), 9:30 am to 12:30 pm and 2:30 pm to 5:30 pm, (April to May and October to November, closed on Mondays), closed during winter time.
Prices: Free admission
After spending every possible moment together in Venice, we decided that we did still need our alone time and thereafter began my early morning explorations. Since I naturally wake up early, around 7:30 am, it made sense for me to go out and explore while the air is still fresh, the sun is not yet scorching and most people are still tucked in bed. One of my favourite morning walks was along the river Arno. The water reflected the buildings on the bank in a stunning replica, without a ripple in sight. Being near the sedated flow was so calming and it seemed as if my steps became in sync with the lazy river. I watched two gondola type boats part the perfect reflection and the owners waving to one another. All the bridges and their reflections are magnificent and I really took in the beauty in its pure, unadulterated form, without the bustle of the crowd.
If there were to be a single legitimate reason to put my coffee ban on hold, Italy would have to be it. I had a €1.40 beautiful cappuccino drunk at the bar and before 10 like a true Italian. A perfect balance was struck; it wasn’t too strong but there wasn’t enough milk to make me feel sick. It was so interesting people watching as I stood with my cappuccino in hand (a man turned up and downed some type of colourful liqueur at 10:46 am). The cafe itself was also beautiful, kind of old fashioned but still chic with gold embellishments as the running theme. It also makes sure that no one breaks the no-cappuccino-after-10 rule as it closes at 10:30 am.
How to get there: Piazza di San Giovanni, 19/R, 50129 Firenze, Italy
Could I praise deities from different cultures?(Ex: Freya and Artemis?)
Well, the answer is not as simple as a “yes or no”, despite the apparently clear-cut nature of various cultures. See, cultural appropriation is not really as simple as “you can’t use x cultures”, because so long as you know the culture and, if necessary, have been properly inducted into it, you can almost certainly use those practices. However, even if you aren’t a member of that culture, there are some cultures that are so integral to our understanding of our OWN culture, arguably including the Ancient Greeks, that it’s a debatable topic whether those cultures can ever be completely closed off.
For instance, we’ll consider Artemis. She is a goddess of Greece, but Greko-Roman history has shaped the history of Europe so significantly that even to this day, many of our words (especially in the sciences) are entirely or partially derived from Ancient Greek.
Dinosaur is Greek, “deinos” meaning “terrible” and “sauros” meaning “lizard”;
Heliotropism describes how plants twist towards the sun during the day, from “helios” meaning “sun” and “tropos” meaning “to turn”;
Polysynthetic languages are languages like ᐃᓄᒃᑎᑐᑦ (translit. “Inuktitut”) which combine many basic morphemes of words into a single huge one, that describes as much as a whole paragraph in an analytical language like English - “poly” meaning many, and “suntithenai” meaning “to place together”
Our culture, our language, our governments, our very systems of thinking about the world are so intricately entwined with the Grecian systems of old that I personally would say all Europeans have a claim to worshipping the Greek and Roman gods, provided they have done appropriate research and understand who and what they are worshipping. After all, if you’ve done the right research, you won’t get it wrong!
Freyja is a little more complex, because whilst English as a language (and the British culture, for those living in Britain) are heavily influenced by the Norse cultures, their cultures are currently surviving today and there are inarguably people living in the Scandinavian regions who worship the old Norse gods. Historically, Britain was always quite buddy-buddy with the Norse peoples, especially Scotland (though often that buddy-buddy was at the end of a Viking sword). Indeed, most of the “common” nouns you’ll use every day come ultimately from Old Norse.
Bread derives from
brauð, the ancient Norse word for a loaf of bread
Lime derives from lim, meaning “quicklime” (a kind of gypsum and chalk-based stucco/paint)
Knife derives from knífr, literally just meaning “knife”
Our language, and thus (according to the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis) our entire way of thinking about our world, are intrinsically linked to Old Norse. Our days of the week honour the old gods; Tuesday is “Tyr’s day”, Wednesday is “Woden’s day” (a dialect variant of Odin), Thursday is of course “Thor’s day”, and Friday is “Freyja and Freyr’s day” (Freyja and Freyr were brother and sister), though Friday is more usually Freyja’s day than her brother’s. Thus, I personally would suggest that again so long as you did your research, talked to some Ásatrúar about how to honour their gods correctly, and stayed clear of anything you knew was specifically not appropriate, it would not be cultural appropriation.
Ultimately, cultural appropriation is not about using things from other cultures in your practice or lives; rather, it is about stealing the beliefs and practices of other cultures. This may seem an insignificant detail, but it’s truly important; cultural exchange, either by trade or education, immigration or diasporic spreading, is an inherent part of the lives of all humans, and it’s something that as a highly social species, we cannot truly live without. The issues, though, come when cultures are not exchanged, but subsumed, swallowed up like krill into the vast whale’s maw that is the stronger, dominant culture. So, in answer to your question… I think that working with Freyja and Artemis would be acceptable, provided you were not subsuming the culture that comes with them. They are not dollies, to strip down and dress up in a whole new cultural outfit - they are our Goddesses, and we must worship Their cultures as well as we worship Them, lest we take unwarranted liberties with another cultures’ deities, or worse yet we act as though we command the Gods, which is certainly the ultimate arrogance.
I’m making this for a couple of friends, partly also because I have been getting a couple of cleric asks lately. I’m don’t consider myself the best, these are just guidelines for the lost.
This is just a little guide on gear recommendations for the PVE heal spec cleric. The total amount of HP coming from the base stats and manastone sockets should cover you for any current instances, as well as prepare you for the upcoming Beritra DLR instance in the next patch.
- Hyperion Wings
These are the absolute minimum standard. Naturally, there are some wings with higher HP stats, though most are usually event/RNG based and not accessible to most players.
- Pure Lunatic Modor’s Cleric Chain Helm
There are currently three types of headgear with 530 HP base (the highest known), and this is one of them. This is also highly recommended due to it’s availability, as well as the amount of beneficial stats (that extra 4 Heal Boost is always welcome).
- Enraged Hyperion Cleric Chain set
There shouldn’t be much debate regarding this, like Hyperion Wings, this is the absolute minimum standard. Technically, the Brazen chain set (from IO) might best this in terms of stats, but the effort needed to get perfect 6 slots and tier 1 stats doesn’t justify it. The full set bonuses does not provide extra HP nor Heal Boost, but it does make life easier knowing that they all come from the same source.
- Enraged Hyperion’s Mace
This is the number one contender in terms of HP and Heal Boost, also automatically comes with 6 slots, 2 of them being ancient sockets. What more can you ask for?
- Lunatic Modor’s Scale Shield
Sure, there are many other shields with higher HP, but this one wins because of the additional Heal Boost it carries. Go for the 6 slots version if you’re a perfectionist.
Unfortunately, this is where it starts to get P2W and RNG intensive. But the extra bulk of HP can really be the decisive factor on whether you cross 17k or 18k HP.
- Enraged Hyperion’s Ceramium set - Exalted Nolan Set
This is the part where everybody has their own choices. If you’re loaded and lazy, go for the crafted accessories. They both share the same amount of HP, but the Hyperion ones come with additional heal boost. The Exalted Nolan set has higher overall MR and can be reused for PVP.
- Sauro Commander’s Sash
While not the highest in terms of HP stats, this one wins because of the bonus 70 Block which can be reused for PVP.
Now, if we round these things together, including manastone sockets (HP +100, and HP +105 for ancient sockets); throwing food (most end game food buffs give 280~300 HP) and chanter buffs, you should be easily at 18k HP (crossing it, in fact).
These are purely for cosmetic purposes, you can purchase weapon/armour skins from the Hall of Fame NPCs (for officers and above). The look is meant to emulate the high ranking balaurs (if you have participated in Eternal Bastion, Sauro Supply Base, you’ll understand what I mean).
Here’s a table of their costs (all prices are listed in AP only):
Weapons: 500,000 AP
Headgear & Top Armour : 300,000 AP
Pants: 250,000 AP
Gloves: 320,000 AP
Shoulders & Shoes: 200,000 AP
(from first to last; plate, chain, leather, cloth)
Dennysaurus // meaning “Denny’s Lizard,” from Greek denyso, meaning “breakfast feast” and sauros, meaning “lizard,” is a genus of restaurantic hybrid dinosaur. The species Dennysaurus Rex (rex meaning “king”) consists of steak, bacon, egg, fries, mozzarella sticks, and apple pie.