Description
Bad Blood is the first boss encounter for Uncharted. As with all bosses, Bad Blood can also be battled in a raid with 4 available levels: Normal, Hard, Legendary and Nightmare.
Loot[]
Name | Att | Def | AV | Per | Ability | Obtained | |
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Bad Blood Essence | Used to summon Bad Blood (Raid) | Bad Blood quest boss | |||||
Feybane | 495 | 495 | 619 | 250 | First Blood, Last Laugh: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Magical Creature raids; Increases Player's Attack by 200 against Magical Creature raids | Nightmare Bad Blood, Way Warden, or Draconic Dreams quest bosses (not 100% chance) |
Lore[]
Enter battle[]
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The next new moon had fallen on the week of the festival, and the Kasans found themselves in Dracoshire as guests of honor as the populace gathered with them to celebrate the life and the passing of their beloved forebear.
Some small and hopelessly optimistic part of Lucian had been convinced that whatever his %brother% had become, and whatever unsavoury business %he% was embroiled in, it would be laid aside on this week, of all weeks. Surely %name% would resist whatever demons drove %him% for the duration of the festival that honored %his% namesake. But the night of the new moon, as the celebrations carried into the evening, Lucian saw %him% slip away. And with him, whatever illusions he still bore about %his% %brother%'s nature It had been a simple matter to remain unseen in the crowds of revelers, but no small task to keep %name% in sight as they wound through the streets. For a time, %name% meandered casually. Stopping at this pub or that, sharing a drink or a toast and enjoying the celebrity of %his% line. Lucian began to wonder if there were anything nefarious afoot at all, or whether all this time his %brother% had simply enjoyed night rides under a moonless sky, or perhaps a hidden weakness for drink or a secret lover. As the night wore on, however, %name%'s wanderings became more purposeful, more predatory. %His% movements more furtive, and %he% drew up %his% hood to hide %his% face. The streets had begun to thin, and Lucian took care to keep far back and to the shadows, but never let %name% free from his sight. And so when %name% slipped into a quiet side street not long after a stumbling drunk, Lucian found himself not far behind. From the concealing shadows of an alley, he watched as his %brother% calmly slipped up behind the drunken man, and with a practiced motion slit his throat. |
Victory[]
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Pooled blood congealed slowly on the cobblestones as the night grew old.
Lucian remained crouched in the alleyway, out of sight, as his cramped muscles complained of the cold. %name% had concluded %his% business some time ago, and fluttered from the alley like a shade, leaving the solid reality of the body on the street for the morning to discover. Even then, alone but for the dead, Lucian had not moved, and had not made a noise. He simply did not know what else to do with what he had witnessed. From the shadow he had watched his %brother% become a murderer, and was not so naive as to believe it was the first time. He had watched as %he% wove magic into the blood, and made it glitter and swirl with images and secrets. He had watched as %name% whispered to the blood, laughing, submissive, obedient, and he had been glad he could not hear. There were limits to the revelations one man can sustain. He had watched, as his heart overflowed with the cold certainty that his %brother% was and had ever been a stranger. But now what? There were many fine warriors among the Kasans, and both of his cousins had proven out a capability and a fearlessness in battle that showed the echo of their lineage. But Lucian had never been a warrior. He was a quiet man, with no heart for violence. If worst came to worst, %name% was his better with a blade, and a confrontation would only earn him the same fate as the poor drunk that cooled in the gutter. Alert his cousins? His parents? The king? But he had no evidence. %name% was cunning above all, and hasty accusations might well backfire. Hadn't Lucian also gone out riding alone every month on the new moon? Wasn't he also present for the coldblooded slaying of the man in the alley, even now only a stone's throw away? He needed a means of proof, or he might tear his family apart and drag the name of the Kasans through the mud. Solus? The drake visited only rarely, since the death of the Rider, but his far sight may be the only hope of revealing the truth. Lucian grimaced, unfolded from his hiding place and averted his eyes from the body as he stumbled away down the road. First was first, and that was survival. One foot in front of the other, and on after that. He wasn't the strongest or the bravest of the Kasans, but his eyes were open, and he wouldn't shy away. Not until he found a way to oust the monster that roosted in his family tree. Blood or no, %name% was no kin of his. |
Flee/Defeat[]
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Lucian shrank back into the shadow, he had come too close to being seen that time. He would need to be careful, and quiet, or the next body sprawled bloodless in the ally might be his own. |
HP & Max Damage[]
- Normal -
- Hard -
- Legendary -
- Nightmare -