|Deep Sea Vanguard's Right Blade||6500||6500||8125||Deep Sea Clash: 12% chance to deal 155,000 damage; Extra 92,500 damage for each piece of Deep Sea Vanguard set worn; Extra 120,000 damage against Abyssal raids; Extra 120,000 damage against Terror raids; Extra 5% damage against Campaigns||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Left Blade||6500||6500||8125||Deep Sea Clash: 12% chance to deal 155,000 damage; Extra 92,500 damage for each piece of Deep Sea Vanguard set worn; Extra 120,000 damage against Abyssal raids; Extra 120,000 damage against Terror raids; Extra 5% damage against Campaigns||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Helm||6500||6500||8125||Deep Sea Clash: 12% chance to deal 155,000 damage; Extra 92,500 damage for each piece of Deep Sea Vanguard set worn; Extra 120,000 damage against Abyssal raids; Extra 120,000 damage against Terror raids; Extra 5% damage against Campaigns||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Breastplate||6500||6500||8125||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Gauntlets||6500||6500||8125||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Cuisses||6500||6500||8125||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Greaves||6500||6500||8125||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Ring||6500||6500||8125||Crafting|
|Deep Sea Vanguard's Chariot||8900||8900||11125||Deep Sea Clash: 15% chance to deal 425% damage; Extra 60% damage for each piece of Deep Sea Vanguard set worn; Extra 550% damage against Abyssal raids; Extra 550% damage against Terror raids; Extra 750% damage against Campaigns||Crafting|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 76125|
|Duel Power: 52000|
Recolor of Octopod Set
|I. Once there was a man, and the man loved the sea.
One day he would come to resent the sea, and rain curses and bitterness upon it, and spend long days and nights sitting on the beach throbbing with hate for the sea and everything in it.
But once, and for a long while, the man loved the sea.
|II. In the town where where the man lived there were many who loved the sea, as he did, for the sea was the mother of the town. The food they ate they brought from the sea. The salt they sold they gathered from the sea. The sea cradled and lifted the ships that brought the people from port to port with their salt to sell, and then brought them home again.
Because of this, all the people of the land knew the townspeople as people of the sea, and this made them proud and grateful.
|III. Sometimes the sea would rage, and crash, and exclaim its anger in great thundering waves, but the people understood the sea. They heard its warnings, and foresaw its rages. They knew not to sail on the sea when it was in its furies, and that they always passed.
The people knew the sea was a good mother to the town, and to the man, and to the man's wife and to his son. And they knew that above all, the sea loved them too.
But the people were wrong.
|IV. One day the man went out in his ship, as he had done many times, to sail across the sea and sell his wares.
He went from port to port, and the people at those ports knew him. They asked after his family and his village and bought what he had brought to sell until his ship was laden with their trade and it was time to return home.
And so he did, and thought of the smiles of his family that he was sure to see, for the sea was calm and the wind was strong. He would be home soon.
|V. The man came to the dock and leapt from his boat, but saw no anxious faces there to greet him. There was no one, though he had been gone many weeks. He called for his wife, but there was no answer. He called for his son, but there was no answer.
Soon he walked to his village, wondering where the townspeople were. And there he found them.
The houses were shambles and splinters, and the air smelled of ripened death, and all around he saw great dragging footprints and ragged bones and spattered red sand. Shaking, the man saw that the great footprints came from the sea. And they returned to the sea.
For the sea was never their mother, but was always the mother of monsters.
|VI. The man went finally to his home, and found all that was left to find. First his family (ripe death, red sand, ragged bones.)
And then, madness.
|VII. The man sat on the beach, and he filled the sea with such curses that it should surely have boiled, or dried up, or ebbed and fled before them. He called on gods, and devils, and begged the monster to return and take him to his family.
But all was silent. The gods didn't care, and the devils didn't care, and the monster. None cared. And least of all the sea.
So, the man got in his boat, and went to find revenge.
|VIII. The man sailed from port to port. He had no wares. He was haggard, and thin, and mad.
The people at those ports hardly knew him. He told them of his family, and his town. He told them of the monster, and revenge. He asked for their help to find the monster, and their help to kill it. He asked for a way to hunt beneath the waves.
And always the people turned away from his obsession, and told him to sail on to the next port. Perhaps at the next one, they told him. Always at the next port he might find what he sought.
So he sailed on, port to port, across that hateful sea.
|IX. At last the man came to a port he had never sailed to before, a place where the language was foreign to him and the people suspicious and strange. He told the people of his family, of his town, of the monster. The people did not turn away, but spit at the ground and met his gaze with eyes that shared his hate, and the man thought that perhaps these people had once seen great footprints and red sand too. They pointed the man up the road, up the hill, to a door.
He found the blacksmith there, with strong arms to hammer steel, and black coals for eyes, and enchantment on his breath. And so the man told him of ripe death, red sand, ragged bones. The man told him of hate, and a monster.
The blacksmith nodded, and spit, and began to hammer the steel and weave the words. To forge the armor that would take the man below the waves, give him breath, give him speed. To make him a warrior of hate. To let him live as his quarry lived, hunt as his quarry hunted. To leave the land and humanity forever.
The blacksmith's hammer fell, forging the armor that would make the man into a monster of the sea.