|Citadel Hero's Blade||330||320||410||Savior of the Citadel: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Guild raids; Extra damage for each unique piece of Citadel Hero equipment worn; Extra damage for each unique Citadel scroll owned||Crafting|
|Citadel Hero's Shield||330||320||410||Savior of the Citadel: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Guild raids; Extra damage for each unique piece of Citadel Hero equipment worn; Extra damage for each unique Citadel scroll owned||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Barbute||330||320||410||Savior of the Citadel: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Guild raids; Extra damage for each unique piece of Citadel Hero equipment worn; Extra damage for each unique Citadel scroll owned||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Brigandine||330||320||410||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Gloves||330||320||410||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Chausses||330||320||410||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Boots||330||320||410||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Signet||330||320||410||Crafting/Guild|
|Citadel Hero's Griffin||400||375||494||Savior of the Citadel: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Guild raids; Extra damage for each unique piece of Citadel Hero equipment owned; Extra damage for each unique Citadel scroll owned||Crafting/Guild|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3773.75|
|Duel Power: 2600|
|Hunforth grunted. A fine mess those things were making of his citadel. And who'd be responsible for getting it all cleaned up, while everyone else stumbled around like a bunch of fools? His eyes flashed. They were going to pay for this...|
|The fireball exploded. Dragon whelps screamed and burned within the hungry, roaring detonation. Karssia smiled. Studying magic theory and training casters was all well and good, but over the past decades she'd almost forgotten the simple pleasure of immolating foes.|
|"Here!" the weaponsmith said. He pressed a sword into the armorsmith's hand.
"Thanks." She turned to her apprentices. "Boys! Get one of those breastplates on him."
The lads nodded, then began to fumble with steel and straps.
"If I die," the weaponsmith said, "remember one thing... I'm the better blacksmith."
The armorsmith laughed and spat on the floor.
"If you live, it'll be because I work steel better than you," she said.
|The hyena-man's cackle chased her into the stables' gloom. He followed close behind, leering and laughing, brandishing his bloody blade.
"Coward," she said. She backed away, boots scraping against the dirt. "All those warriors out there, and you come after an unarmed stable girl?"
If the beastman understood her, he gave no sign. He just grinned. Until a pair of bright eyes glittered in the darkness, and a low growl rumbled through the building. He turned and slashed. Savage teeth sank into his forearm. Bone cracked and crunched, and the hyena-man wailed.
The girl exhaled. She'd never been so glad that the stables contained things far more dangerous than horses.
|The kobold burst through the door. He hissed when the bottle fell from above, smashed on his head, and doused him with a strange orange liquid. The next thing he burst through was the air, in all directions.
"A little too much brimstone?" one alchemist asked, while she wiped gore off her face.
"Perhaps," her colleague replied. "Perhaps..."
|The jeweler didn't hurry. He picked each ring with slow, deliberate care, and slid them onto his fingers one by one. Only when all ten of his digits were suitably adorned did he open the door and step outside.
A goat-man leapt at him. The jeweler punched him in the face.
Magic energy pulsed. The beastman screamed, but only for a moment. Then his brains burst through the new hole in the back of his skull, and painted the shop's wall.
|The boy sighed. His mistress wasn't going to like this. She always told him never to feed the pet emporium's creatures after supper, yet here they were eating away at a screaming kobold. Now they'd be full of energy into the wee hours, and their chittering would keep everyone awake.
He wondered whether he should just grab a sword and run out into the battle. After all, dragons were far less frightening than the mistress.
|"Of all the buildings in the fortress," the sergeant said, "you stupid bastards ran into this one."
The beastmen at the far end of the barracks blinked, perhaps blinded by the torchlight gleaming on dozens and dozens of arrowheads.
|"Don't. Touch. The. Damned. Books."
The librarian punctuated each word with a hefty kick from her iron-shot boots, until they were caked with a generous quantity of kobold blood and brains.