Mobile:Jack's Set

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Jack's Set is a set of 8 Mythic items. Jack's Locker

The Set

	Name	Att	Def	AV	Per	Ability	Obtained
	Jack's Sword	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Scythe	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Burning Visage	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Jerkin	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Gloves	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Trousers	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Boots	650	650	813	650	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Grim Steed	975	975	1219	975	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker
	Jack's Nightmare Steed	1050	1050	1313	1050	Tales of Terror: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if Jack is owned; Extra damage if raid is over 80% health	Jack's Locker

Full Set Bonus

Stat Bonus Attack 5525 Defense 5525 Perception 5525 Health none Energy none Stamina none Honor none	PVP Bonus Power none Damage none Deflect none	Colosseum Power Tank 7182.5 Melee 7182.5 Ranged 7182.5 Healer 7182.5
	Raid Attack Value: 6906.25
	Duel Power: 5525

Lore

"Jack!" the little boy whispered. He huddled in his bed, the blankets bunched around his neck, and trembled. "It's all right," his mother said. She sat down beside him and took hold of his cold, wet hand. "It's just a nightmare." "No... It's... It's Jack!" He didn't meet her gaze. He was looking past her. A floorboard creaked. They both screamed.
A little hand rapped on the front door. "Mother!" The girl's voice drifted through the draped window. "Let me in! Please! It's cold!" Her parents were sat by the fireplace, warmed and illuminated by flickering flames. The woman began to rise. Her husband caught her arm. "No!" he said. "She has to learn. We told her if she stayed out too late she could spend the night outdoors. Can't go back on it now, or she'll think she can just do whatever takes her fancy -- with nowt done about it." The woman nodded. She sat back down. The knocking and pleas continued for some time. But at last all was silent save for the crackling of the wood. They never saw their daughter again. In the morning light, scorched footprints led away into the woods...
Three boys laughed in the darkness. "The look on his face!" one of them said. "It was my egg what hit him," another said. "Liar! It was mine!" the third said. "Splatted right on the old bastard's nose!" "Light the lantern," the first said. "Can't see anything!" Flames flickered into existence and illuminated them all. "Nice one!" the second said. "I've got more eggs. We should... Hey, why's the lantern green?" "I... I haven't lit it yet! I-" the third boy said. An infernal cackle drowned his voice.
The boy shivered. His brothers' beds were empty. They were still at the Pumpkin Night ball, dancing behind demonic masks. He was alone in the gloom -- alone with the ghost stories they'd driven into his brain like spikes. Remembered voices whispered in his ears, reminding him of hidden horrors. He gulped. He couldn't sleep. Not till he knew the room was safe... First he looked under his bed. They'd said Jack sometimes hid under children's beds, then snatched them in the night. There was no one there. Next he checked the wardrobe. No terrors lurked amongst the clothes. Step by step he searched the entire room, and found nothing. Until he looked in the mirror. Then it was too late.
Her daughter was screaming in the night again. The wails shook the house's timbers and rattled the cold windowpanes. "I'm sorry." the woman whispered. She gazed at the empty bed. "I couldn't protect you..." She went out into the darkness, where damp grass chilled the soles of her bare feet, and an icy breeze sliced at her nightgown. "We'll be together soon," she said. It was Pumpkin Night again. She prayed Jack would caome for her.
Jack was coming for him. He'd seen emerald flames dancing in the dark, framing that malevolent grin. But he was safe. The bottle would see to that. He'd be gone long before Jack found him... He reached for the poison. A cold hand clasped his wrist.
"Help! Father, help!" The shouts rang through the farmhouse. He pulled his pillow over his head, and tried to smother them. "Father!" Quick footsteps pattered out in the hallway. A slow, heavy tread followed them. He muttered the words of a prayer. There was nothing he could do. This was how it had to be. "Father..." How it had to be. Or Jack would kill them all.
The girl ran through the forest. Seething shadows gathered beneath the trees, grabbing at her arms and legs. Ebon fingers snatched at her hair, her eyes, her soul. She tore free from their grasp. Autumnal leaves crunched under her boots. Fragile bones whispering of ancient death and eternal decay. Each crackle, every crunch sent a shiver through her spine. But she ran onward amidst the coldness. The trees parted -- branches and darkness clawed at her one last time but fell away, thwarted. She ran across the bridge. The stream below murmured his name. A warning to urge her along? Or did it conspire against her like the trees and the shadows? Would its icy waters pull her into a drowning embrace? She didn't know. So she ran. Her head snapped round as she neared the village, staring at the dangerous gloom over her shoulder. Nothing... She was safe. Despair left her lungs, replaced by gulps of air sweeter than any she'd ever tasted. She ran down the lane between the warm,welcoming windows with their flickering candles. She reached her own door and pushed it open. And there was Jack, waiting for her. Where he'd always been waiting.