The Purple Lion Set

     

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The Purple Lion Set is a set of 9 Epic items. Current Expeditions 8/1/2014 -

The Set

	Name	Att	Def	AV	Per	Ability	Obtained
	The Purple Lion's Magic	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Sorcery	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Circlet	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Adornments	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Bracelets	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Trousers	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Shoes	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Ring	500	300	575		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment worn; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 100	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion's Carpet	650	500	775		Purple Roar: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lions equipment owned; Extra damage for each piece of Purple Lioness set owned; Set (5) Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Set (7) Extra damage against Dragon raids; Set (8) Increases Player Attack by 150	Current Expeditions
	The Purple Lion	525	325	606		Spells of Shir: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Gigantic raids; Extra damage against Dragon raids; The Purple Lion gains 10 Attack and Defense for each unique piece of The Purple Lion set owned; Additional 15 Attack and Defense for each unique piece of The Purple Lioness set owned; The Purple Lion gains 200 Defense if The Purple Lioness is owned	Current Expeditions and Spectres of the Claw (World Raid) (Community Loot - Tier 5)

Full Set Bonus

Stat Bonus Attack 4650 Defense 2900 Perception none Health none Energy none Stamina none Honor none	PVP Bonus Power none Damage none Deflect none	Colosseum Power Tank 4295 Melee 4645 Ranged 5170 Healer 4120
	Raid Attack Value: 5375
	Duel Power: 3200

Lore

1. Everything was a haze. Sounds and images exploded across his consciousness, paint splashed into a hurricane's whirling winds. His mother's tears. The bruise on her cheek. His stepfather's leer. Stale wine breath. A dagger, cold and hard and bright. Anger. Vengeance. Silver and scarlet. A woman screaming for him to go, to run. Yes, he was running. Running across the gritty dirt of an arid plain. Coarse sand and little broken stones like lives and memories, ground into the earth. His hands were red in the moonlight.
2. He went onward through the night. When his heavy, weary legs couldn't run, he slowed to a jog. Then a walk. Then a stumble. But he didn't stop. Blood and screams chased him. Chill air froze his limbs. His long lashes blinked, trying to keep the cruel wind's grit from his eyes. Thirst scraped the moisture from his tongue; the roof of his mouth was dry and scarred, like the blasted landscape. Water... Fire... Shelter... But they were all far, far behind. In that place of shrieks, leers, and red daggers. Gone forever. So he staggered forward and waited for the desert to take him.
3. Pounding hooves. They rumbled over the bleakness, amongst a cloud of dust. He froze and gasped. They'd found him! The men of his tribe, with curved swords that would bring justice and death. He let out a dry, choking breath. What did it matter? He waited, as the two riders turned their steeds and galloped towards him. But when they came near, when they emerged from the din and dust and darkness, they were strangers. A man and a young woman. Their traveling cloaks had the cut and color of another tribe. His eyes widened, and his parched mouth burned. There were no swords at their waists. Instead there were flasks and knapsacks. Life, not death. Water...
4. "Are you lost, boy?" the man said. His hooked nose bobbed up and down like a vulture's beak. "Only a fool wanders the Scarred Desert." The boy tried to shape words with dry, blasted lips. But his tongue failed him. He could only nod and lift a dusty, beseeching hand. "Water?" the girl said. Her face was soft and kind. An angel's. Pity and salvation shone in her eyes. The boy nodded again and stumbled forward. She held out a flask. He reached for it. The girl gasped, and the man swore. The boy's red palm quivered in the moonlight.
5. "I... I..." The words scraped and tumbled from the boy's lips. "Come!" the man said. He snatched at the girl's bridle. "The gods curse those who help the wicked! He belongs to the desert." "But..." The girl's eyes met the boy's and glistened. The man yanked the reins. Their horses neighed; hooves kicked at the dirt. The boy tottered away from their heaving flanks. A cloud of dust flew between them -- a veil, cutting him off from life and mankind. He gazed at the riders through dead, damned eyes. The girl was looking back over her shoulder. Her hand was aimed at him, fingers spread as though waving. Wishing him goodbye. Condemning his body and soul. No... He stared at the ground. The girl's flask lay in the settling dust.
6. The boy drank, and it was the nectar of the gods. Sweet, silken, quenching water soothed his mouth. His savior floated before him. Her kind, soft face smiled. He forced himself to seal the flask and shove it inside his shirt. His tongue, his throat groaned. But the watchful stars and moon seemed to stare down at him in cold, silvery respect. He tried to read a path in their celestial lights. Then he plodded onward through the desert. And he found his footsteps following the horses' tracks.
7. The sun bloodied the horizon, and rose to conquer the day. Welcome warmth drove the darkness back across coarse sands. He smiled. The radiance flowing towards him reminded him of hers, a second salvation -- no more or less heavenly than the first. Exhaustion gripped his eyes, mind, and muscles. But he kept going. His downturned gaze took in each hoof print like a miser's fingers plucking coins from the dirt. The light hardened and heat deepened as the day wore on. Each ray, once so benevolent, became a hot lash scouring his flesh. The girl's face disappeared, replaced by the hook-nosed man. An iridescent whip curled and snapped in his hand as he carried out the judgment of the gods and desert.
8. The last of the water slid from the flask and teased his tongue -- fleeting little drops of moisture that only mocked him and sharpened his thirst. The boy almost let the empty bottle fall from his fingers, but his grasp tightened at the last moment. He couldn't quite bring himself to leave it behind. The trail, those prints made by the steeds of angel and devil, was faint now. His foes were effacing them. Hard wind, harsh grit that promised to add his decayed flesh to its shifting skin. Stealing his hope before they snatched his life. He walked in a stoop, shielding his face from their cruelty as best he could. Trying to read the signs. Thus he didn't see what was before him till he heard the woman's voice. "The midday sun is for dogs and madmen! Come into the shade!"
9. The woman sat beneath her caravan's awning, on a thick, luxurious carpet. Soothing shadows drifted over her olive skin. The darkness blended with her tresses, and framed a face almost old enough to have been his mother's, but with a bright smile and keen eyes that made her seem young. Beside her was a platter of grapes. And an embossed silver bottle... The boy gazed at it, and felt his lips twitch. She laughed. "Drink," she said. "Eat." He blinked at her, disbelieving. Was she a delusion? A trick of a desert? Or had kind gods truly brought salvation once more? He tried to squat down but fell onto his knees. Then he reached out, and his fingers closed around the vessel. His lips met the bottle's in an argentine kiss, and life flowed through his body.