Sandbagging

Not sure if anybody's posted this yet, or if there's some easier solution I'm not aware of, but I went to the (relatively small) trouble of gathering this info, and thought I'd share it.

You can search for your desired type of cluster jewel in the in-game market by entering the corresponding # here as both the Min and the Max of the "Added Small Passive Skills grant: #" mod.

|| || |#|Type|Size| |1|Axe and Sword|Large| |2|Staff and Mace|Large| |3|Claw and Dagger|Large| |4|Bow Damage|Large| |5|Wand Damage|Large| |6|Two-handed Damage|Large| |7|Dual Wield Damage|Large| |8|Shield Damage|Large| |9|Attack Damage|Large| |10|Spell Damage|Large| |11|Elemental Damage|Large| |12|Physical Damage|Lar

Does anybody know a place where Online Galaxy IDs are being posted/shared? I'd probably be interested in joining (or maybe starting) a Power Metal Galaxy at some point, seems like it could be a lot of fun!

This community seems pretty quiet, but I thought I'd throw it out there.

A staff of potent power, tempting magic lies within

A simple cantrip lights a flame; now let the curse begin

The toll I take will take some time, but if that's your request

Then set me to your lips, my friend, and I shall do the rest.

Archmage reads:

"Supported Skills gain Added Lightning Damage equal to (70-127)% of Mana Cost, if Mana Cost is not higher than the maximum you could spend"

At a glance, one might think of this as "The more mana you spend, the more damage is added." But I've been having some confusing results, which made me read this more carefully and wonder - after casting, do I need to still have the mana available, at the time the damage is dealt, in order to benefit from the bonus damage?

This would be very important when casting a spell which doesn't deal its damage immediately. I'll describe the scenario with Stormbind, which is what I'm using:

1. I channel Stormbind, placin

A yellow sun, upon the earth, cradles a cocoon

From this emerges something new, a pale and fractured moon

Splintered by a gentle touch, the pieces drift away

To usher in, before too long, an ever brighter day.

In the fight against the Syndicate Mastermind, there is a debuff which can be inflicted on you, called "Blackflame ignite" if I recall correctly. Seems to be a small DoT that may not pose a threat to many characters, but does prevent ES Recharge from beginning, which is a serious issue for characters reliant on that.

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This occurs during the phase where you alternate between fighting the mastermind, fighting lesser syndicate members, and destroying the glowing crystals at each of the four corners. It seems to me that the intended mechanic for this debuff is:

• after a crystal is destroyed, its corner of the area becomes covered in green flame
• you are inflicted with the

A subtle art is mastered and precisely fills its frame

A radiance converges, a flickering of flame

A window to perception, carried close at hand

A sign of curiosity no mystery can withstand.

I inherit from my ancestor the function of its form,
Yet despite my animation, it still remains the norm.

My precursor's passive nature leaves each person's choice complete,
And for its safe simplicity, it shan't be obsolete.

If comparing us for merit, then you might note this of me:
I'm just as good as that old thing, bereft of energy!

If you find our courses coincide, you'll journey at your ease;
And should our ends diverge, my twin will take you where you please.

An audience gathers to see me put down
The headsman's precision forbids me to drown
They cherish the efforts they manage to save
For my fleeting repose in an unfinished grave.

An assassin upholding an ancient intent
Questioning nothing, once I have been sent
Seek me out in the alley, but client, beware:
If I am to strike, then none shall I spare.

I taunt the heavens, stand my ground, highly hold my head
Deafening is the rebuke, though not a word is said
I bear the blows, my destiny (I wouldn't call it luck!),
and expose some so-called wisdom for a myth each time I'm struck.

I'm known around the world, where I've been so many times
All efforts fail to touch me, save a few intrepid climbs
They have me in their sights, those who chase a lofty goal
Yet some say I inflict insanity when I am whole.

My many-faced visitors are as wide as tall
And eager eyes regard the way that they fall
Precisely to baffle them, I was designed
But it's only fairness that I have in mind.

I think I'm breaking an unwritten rule of riddlecraft here, in that the answer is something relatively obscure. But I'm sure somebody will get it, nonetheless.

I sit empty-headed, awaiting my turn
When my myriad children suddenly yearn
For the breach, for the earth, and then to be still
Their deliberate journey repeats at your will.

To amorphous masses, I give a new form
That each part is made in my image; the norm
I'm not one of them, though my shape is the same
It takes more than a sweet tooth to shatter my frame.