Help! Unique Weapon Set Ideas and help requested to make it happen (Evil Shit Inside)

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Xendran wrote:

Just pointing out that these weapons have a rather extreme amount of power due to the aspd

yea but the power comes at a cost. 20-50chaos per sec can hurt unless able to handle it

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XvXReaperXvX wrote:

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Xendran wrote:

Just pointing out that these weapons have a rather extreme amount of power due to the aspd

yea but the power comes at a cost. 20-50chaos per sec can hurt unless able to handle it

True, but as much as id LOVE to have the bow, 2.5 APS is crazy.
Also, people using this bow are going to be people with 500+ regen most likely.

Obviously this has nothign to do with the actual idea ( i love the idea), just that the speed seems a bit high.

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Avireyn wrote:

Maybe he did not only fuse his soul into the weapon, maybe the weapons themselves are part of him, but altered through sinister thaumaturgy? Like the bow could be made of some of his bones and hair.

Hey, it is a spine bow.

@Reaper
What if you use those with CI? Maybe it should leech life different way, bleeding perhaps. Anyhow I like the concept and hope to see those in game!

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Xendran wrote:

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XvXReaperXvX wrote:

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Xendran wrote:

Just pointing out that these weapons have a rather extreme amount of power due to the aspd

yea but the power comes at a cost. 20-50chaos per sec can hurt unless able to handle it

True, but as much as id LOVE to have the bow, 2.5 APS is crazy.
Also, people using this bow are going to be people with 500+ regen most likely.

Obviously this has nothign to do with the actual idea ( i love the idea), just that the speed seems a bit high.

This is true, What do you think it should change to make it balanced?

Yeah, your weapon ideas could use some refinement, though I imagine GGG will help you with that.

My suggestion is - if we're defining a fantasy evil badguy for Wraeclast, which is cool, we may want to give him a backstory that's a little more interesting than, "He's evil and infusing his stuff into things!" So let me have a whack at it - I like my antagonists to be different.

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I remember him well. As a child, I would stand by the river crossing, watching the water flow beneath my feet. My reflection wavering as the languid water slithered over the backs of ancient, still stones.

Then, he was just an old man with a bitter smile. Dressed oddly, at least to me, in purple tatters and rags, a fine chain suit underneath them. He walked with a warped wooden rod - like a staff - but with a creaking bend. He had an awful limp and I could always hear him as he would approach the river, his feet clumsily sliding through the grass.

"Hello." I had said to him once and gazed upon his bearded face - the long gray coils thinning towards the pointed tip at the end - but he had not said a word. Like always, he climbed to the edge of the river, dipping his feet into it, his worn animal-skin sandals deposited beside him. I would sit next to him at times and watch his gangly feet wiggle in the cool, tickling rush.

He was not a mute, though even as a child I suspected he could not see me. At times he did wear a curious blindfold about his eyes, though others he wore a long hood. He would adjust his rags in such a way it looked like a royal cape or coat and soliloquy. His whispers were rasps sometimes and I could not understand him at all, but one short story he said - not to me, but perhaps to the river - stuck.

"In the beginning, it was grand. I spoke... and she would listen. Her words were like honey that warmed my soul. Comforted me in darkness. Made me believe, salvation..."

"She couldn't blame me for it, you know? For speaking to that sea. For walking into it. It welcomed me with open arms. And when they pulled me out, they just didn't understand."

He looked down at the river, then scooted forward, planting himself in it, the water burying him up to his hips as he waded deeper towards the middle. He was like a twig against a steady wind, his old body ready to snap against the current.

I strained to hear him.

"I look, you look, he looks, we look, ye look, they look. I look, you look, he looks, we look, ye look, they look."

I dared not get closer, despite my confusion - my curiosity - what was he saying? His lips were moving so subtly, mumbling the word 'look' over and over again, his eyes cast toward the water, a deep frown settling in on his wrinkled, whiskered faced. His hands did comb through his stringy grey hair. I could not watch any longer, as a deep feeling settled into my belly - my stomach winding and twisting about itself. I edged away, catching a glimpse of him as he fell to his knees in the water, almost becoming swallowed up by it.

One day, long after that incident, I realized I'd not seen him in a long while. He had disappeared from my mind. I had wondered if I had even ever truly seen him. He was like a spirit. Touching so briefly upon my soul, I was sure I was mistaken - that he'd only been a dream.

But I was proven wrong. I had come to one of the villages seeking trade. The people there were simple. Easy to make a profit upon them. They coveted the fish I brought and I did so their dark jade - the carvings they made to ward the spirits. Their effigies were so valuable. A curiosity that had swept up even the likes of Misses Doughsbury.

But they had not much jade to trade that month. I was disappointed, but it had struck a chord somewhere in me. I asked to trade my supply for the location of their cache - where they easily pulled the jade from the earth to carve it.

They had debated my request, but only briefly, before agreeing.

"In the heart of the mountain." A young man said, his ebony skin radiating beautiful against the high sweltering sun. He hesitated a moment, before elaborating, "Deep, into the mountain of god."

I did not understand their explanation at all - they were usually so good at describing the land, but for this location, they would use only but the vaguest of qualifiers. I asked to be shown the way.

Although they did reluctantly agree to show me, I could see they had regretted agreeing to the trade, though with my salted fish unloaded and stacked high for them, they could not resist. They took up their axes and we cut our way through to a great cave dwelling in the arms of a tall tree.

I had heard tales about these ruins from the others at the guild. So I was not surprised to have finally been shown their location, though my stoicism quickly evaporated under their splendor. Eventually, I was shown the location 'deep in the mountain' - a rough tunnel inside the ruins, where the dark jade glistened under the light of my torch. I thanked the man who looked quite disturbed and left in a hurry. Later, I would understand the many superstitions they believed about the place. They had a particular code about mining the jade - only under the right light, with the right moon.

Although I did not have much money to do so, I managed to convince a friend of mine to lend me his mining equipment - with my exuberant promises of jade - he could not turn me down. We were like bedfellows when I returned promptly with a wagon-full of jade. He looked at me with those rotten eyes. I began to carve into the heart of the mountain on a weekly basis.

And it was one early morning, when I had just finished loading one barrel full into the wagon, that I entered the dank, swill ruins. That foul sulfurous odor, from where I could not ever locate, filling my nose. It was foul, but thankfully a passing stench I mostly avoided deep into the heart of the mountain.

But it made me pause. And I turned toward where the odor was strongest. And there he was, standing by a great stone stairwell that descended into the shadows, was the glimpse of a man I had long forgotten.

He looked even older than I had remembered, his flesh drooping off his face. Bags of skin hanging from his wide black, unbandaged eyes, which had sunken deep into his skull. His mail coat looked like it was thoroughly rusted, inhibiting his movement. He moved jerkily toward me, making my heart leap out of my chest.

He laid a gentle hand upon my shoulder, "Hello." He had whispered, that wet, raspy voice so familiar, it made me pause.

He ushered me into the second level of the ruins and did show me with great, friendly delight, explain that he had been living there for many years. He showed me where he slept, and the obsidian table upon which he did feast. I saw many discarded animal bones - great piles of them - scattered throughout the room. I had explained to him, carefully, what I was doing in the ruins, and he seemed greatly relieved to hear, and in a jovial manner did explain, that he had been worried by the strange sounds he had heard in the earth and did confide in me a fear of the spirits - spirits that were 'after him'.

We smiled and parted ways. And I never went back into those ruins. I had made enough off the jade I had mined and I'd read enough stories about greed and avarice to know, I could never go back to that place again.

Even today, ever so infrequently, when I lie upon my bed and close my eyes, I can see his haunting, piercing daze. His lurching step. And the altar at his bedside, with the skulls of men shattered or mangled, laid upon it. Dried bloodsmeers and wicked etchings of a blade wedged into the black glossy stone.

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I'd personally suggest you make the 3 weapons "Paladin-themed" - although I didn't really go into enough detail about the figure in the short little narrative (that may not be well-tied to Wraeclast's history... I admittedly don't know the lore of Sarn yet, but I assume they did trade with the natives in the jungle nearby). But yeah, the guy I'm suggesting here is:

-a crazy ex-paladin type who went mad during a 'baptism' ceremony
-who performs ritualistic sacrifice
-who lived/lives (eternally?) in the halls of a Vaal ruin

Before he went mad, he was a skillful noble capable of wielding a great, powerful bow (like Odysseus), a great axe, and a sacrificial dagger (or you could make one of the items a blindfold, which I think would make a neat helm idea).

Also, a weapon which does chaos damage per second - it feels like such things are WAY too good with CI and way too awful without. Please consider another interesting downside.

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(x-y) means the unique spawns in a range of x-y with that stat

My own weapon ideas, though you're free to ignore them

The Man Hunt
Unique level 70~ bow
Requires 200~ dex 100~ str

+(200-250)% increased physical damage
+10-15 physical damage
+10-15 chaos damage
+20% critical multiplier
+30% critical strike chance
Critical hits inflict level 15 Puncture
+20% skill effect duration*
-25% attack speed
Requires 100 bonus strength to wield
/Hunting beasts is not enough
The spirits demand a greater snuff/

*This makes puncture last 20% longer, doing 20% more damage.

The Axe of the Defiled
+(120-150)% increased physical damage
+20-30 chaos damage
+(5-10)% increased attack speed
+10% more damage vs Undead
Vitality*
You take 25 chaos damage per second while wielding
/He was wise and bright
Like the brightest jade or ebony
Until he touched the heavens/

*A free level 20 Vitality aura, meaning, a CI user doesn't get as much benefit out of this, and the vitality aura can negate the 25 life/s with enough max life

Dagger of the Drowned
+(40-65)% increased physical damage
+10-20 chaos damage
+72-104 cold damage
+(6-12)% increased attack speed
+(20-30)% increased critical strike chance (local)
15% of Cold damage from attacks is leeched back as life
Vaal Pact
/This dagger whispers as you wield it
"I look, you look, he looks, we look, ye look, they look"/

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Also, a weapon which does chaos damage per second - it feels like such things are WAY too good with CI and way too awful without. Please consider another interesting downside.

What down side would you add?


Also i very much liked your story.

however i picture a old necromancer messing with blood magic


found these pictures on google image search that show close to what i imagine

Please make the dagger REALLY good, I want one for the endgame :>

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Meczor wrote:

Please make the dagger REALLY good, I want one for the endgame :>

Haha! well if i make a lvl 80 item it will be Extremely rare!

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You take 25 chaos damage per second while wielding

that may be what we are after


each attack hurts the wielder. up the dmg. maybe make it hp and es dmged per hit

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Also i very much liked your story.

however i picture a old necromancer messing with blood magic

Thanks. And a Necromancer could work. An ex-paladin type who became a blood magic necromancer.

As for the downside? I mean, if you're going to add chaos damage per second, put blood magic on it? Or "while on low life"? Either works because it forces you to use life AND mitigate the chaos damage.

Here's one idea - it's a unique hybrid dagger, so it's useful for spell-casters, melee-damage types, as well as people who do both

Cursed Dagger of Something
+(100-135)% increased physical damage
+(45-70)% increased spell damage
+20-30 physical damage
+5% life leech
While on Low Life: +35% attack and cast speed
Does 20 chaos damage per second on wearer
Gems socketed into this weapon are supported by level 15 added chaos damage