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White Monkey Warrior Set is a set of 9 Epic items. Crafting
The Set
Name | Att | Def | AV | Per | Ability | Obtained | |
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White Monkey Warrior's Spear | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Axe | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Headdress | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's War Paint | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Bracers | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Loincloth | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Greaves | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Ring | 607 | 587 | 754 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting | ||
White Monkey Warrior's Macaque | 910 | 880 | 1130 | Cunning of the Ozomatli: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of White Monkey Warrior set equipped | Crafting |
Full Set Bonus
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Raid Attack Value: 7160 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Duel Power: 4776 |
Lore
I. "Other tribes throw spears. The Ozomatli throw feces."
"The Ozomatli say they have so many monkey warriors because it's their tribal animal. Ha! That's the only jungle beasts those weaklings can kill." "Real monkeys are better warriors than the Ozomatli tribe. They smell better too." "Oh no! We're under attack! Ah... Never mind. It's only the Ozomatli." |
II. Those jibes and countless others were spoken among the other tribes who shared the region of Chalua. Their warriors scorned the Ozomatli. They raided them whenever they saw fit, and wanted easy plunder instead of honorable battle. The whole jungle laughed, wondering when someone would finally decide the tribe's pitiful territory was worth taking and wipe them off the face of Tor'gyyl. |
III. The Ozomatli bristled. Their offspring grew up ashamed of their heritage. Though the tribesmen and women tried to keep them away from their sneering neighbors, with whom the Ozomatli traded to survive, the taunts of other jungle children always reached their ears sooner or later.
"Monkey crap! Monkey crap! Don't step in it! Ha ha ha!" Their parents' shame was even greater, and their hearts withered when they thought of the legacy they were leaving their beloved sons and daughters. |
IV. It was a child's words that showed them their path. The girl, their chieftain's granddaughter, was foraging in the jungle with her mother. They'd gone far deeper than usual -- forced beyond their own gathering places by thieves who'd trespassed on the Ozomatli's land without fear, picking the trees clean of fruit. And as the two of them filled their baskets, the ground rumbled.
The girl thought it was an earthquake, and prayed to the monkey spirits for protection. But her mother grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shelter of the rocks. From that hiding place the girl gazed and gasped at the towering giantess who stomped by. She'd heard of the giants, of course, but she'd never seen one with her own eyes. Carvings and wall paintings didn't come close to capturing their true immensity. |
V. "I wish we were that big," the girl said. "Then we could step on the other tribes!"
"But we're not," her mother said. "Then we should ask the giants to do it!" The woman snorted, and told her to fill her basket so they could return home. Later she told the chieftain of his granddaughter's foolish young wirds. But he didn't laugh. Instead, his eyes shone. |
VI. The others thought it was madness. An alliance with the giants? The monsters who crushed and killed at a whim? Who sometimes ate humans, goblins, orcs, and the jungle's other races? They jeered at the elderly chieftain. So he bit his tongue and said no more about it.
That night, warriors came to the Ozomatli's lands and raided the smallest of their villages. There was little worth stealing, so they burned and slaughtered for sport. |
VII. Ashes... Mutilated corpses hacked apart and gathered in piles... A monkey impaled on a spear, planted in the middle of the carnage... Those who visited the site came back with weeping eyes and the terrible tale.
"No one raids the giants," the chieftain's granddaughter said. This time, no one mocked her. |
VIII. Many still believed it was reckless. Deranged. Impossible. But enough listened to the chieftain's words now, and he told them of his plans. The giants who lived nearest the Ozomatli's territory were a lazy breed. Some even used minions to lure their prey to them, so they wouldn't have to chase basileus lizards or other monsters through the jungle.
This was how the chieftain would earn their favor. He led a great band of his best monkey warriors through the undergrowth, until they found a hydra's spoor. Then they tracked the beast to its lair and attacked. It was a terrible, bloody battle, that left many warriors dead -- and others screaming as the creature's venom burned inside their veins. But they slew the beast. And the Ozomatli celebrated the greatest victory their tribe had won in years. |
IX. Dragging the carcass to the giants' territory was arduous. But the warriors strained their backs while the logs beneath the carcass rolled and rumbled, and the chieftain toiled alongside them despite his age.
They left it where they knew the huge beings would find it, beside markings to show whose hands had delivered the offering. Not even the chieftain had the nerve to parlay with them yet. The next day they left another tribute, and then another. Only after eight gifts -- seven carcasses and a gigantic club fashioned from toppled trees, studded with chunks of obsidian -- did the chieftain approach the giants. |