|Set Bonus||When you take over 100 damage in one hit you become immune to damage for an extended period of time|
Grants an extra jump and increased jump height
Hood: 18% increased minion damage. Summons a mini Slime God to fight for you, the type depends on what world evil you have
Mask: Rogue builds while not attacking and not moving, up to a max of 105
Rogue stealth only reduces when you attack, it does not reduce while moving
The higher your rogue stealth the higher your rogue damage, crit, and movement speed
|Buff duration||Infinite (Hood)|
|Buff tooltip||The slime god will protect you|
|Sell||2 40 (set)|
|Baby Slime God|
Statigel Armor is a craftable Pre-Hardmode armor set made from Purified Gel and Hellstone Bars. It requires 19 Purified Gel and 33 Hellstone Bars to make the whole set or 39 Purified Gel and 69 Hellstone Bars for a set with all five headpieces.
It consists of Statigel Armor, Statigel Greaves and five different headpieces: Statigel Helm, Statigel Headgear, Statigel Cap, Statigel Hood and Statigel Mask.
The Statigel Armor gives 10 defense and +5% increased critical strike chance; and the Statigel Greaves give 8 defense, 5% increased damage, and 5% increased movement speed.
- The Statigel Helm gives 9 defense, 10% increased melee damage, 7% increased melee critical strike chance, and 10% increased melee speed.
- The Statigel Headgear gives 7 defense, 10% increased ranged damage, and 7% increased ranged critical strike chance.
- The Statigel Cap gives 5 defense, 10% increased magic damage, 7% increased magic critical strike chance, 10% decreased mana cost, and +30 max mana.
- The Statigel Hood gives 4 defense, increased minion knockback, and +1 max minion.
Its set bonus gives an additional 18% minion damage and summons a Baby Slime God that will attack enemies.
- The Baby Slime God moves and attacks like any other slime minion, dealing 33 damage. The color of the minion depends on the world's evil biome.
- The Statigel Mask gives 6 defense, 10% increased rogue damage, 7% increased rogue critical strike chance, and 33% chance to not consume thrown items.
Its set bonus gives a maximum rogue stealth of 105.
Equipping a full set will always grant the player an extra jump and increased jump height. Additionally, taking over 100 damage in one hit grants the player 30 extra immunity frames.
A full set will always provide a total of at least 22 defense, 5% increased damage, critical strike chance, and movement speed.
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The combat gear of a certain ninja clan, infused with the energy of the same god whose power they drew upon. However, many of the clan's secrets were lost when they were wiped out, including the construction of their traditional armor. Only possessing a fraction of the original's agility and strength, this reconstruction more closely reflects the condition of the armor worn by Statis, the last of his bloodline, at the end of his life.
Statis[edit | edit source]
In ancient times, the world was split not between nations formed of governments, but rather of factions or clans. Among these groups, wars and battles would often break out, costing them many lives, and deepening angry wounds. Often, they would stop at nothing to destroy any particular rival of their own, and so, would bring about destruction to themselves and their enemies. In this fashion, many lives were shaped amidst bloody turmoil, and pathetic tragedies were common. However, one clan stood separate from the mindless brutality. It hid amongst the shadows, allying none and an unknown enemy to all. Many even doubted its existence, yet, in our time, there is one undeniable legacy which confirms its actuality. For this was the clan from which the legendary ninja, Statis was born from.
Statis was raised into a troubled world. In those times, though the age of warring factions had passed, only one family held control over the land, in an iron grip. The centralized regime had taken up residence in the far jungle, and many of the clan’s younger generation had decided that the time had come to abandon the seclusive ways of old, and join the ranks of the tyrannical army the royal family had already amassed. However, there were obviously those who sought to uphold the ancient traditions which had lasted the clan for so long. Among these people were Statis’ parents. They raised him to follow in their footsteps, to learn of the arts that his ancestors had passed down for so many generations. From the moment he could walk, they took him deep into the mountain paths, and high amongst the peaks. He spent a childhood of serenity, among the distant peaks, climbing sheer rock faces, learning to walk so that not a sound could be heard, and to hunt while only taking what he needed. Among these, he also had his other practices, which involved deep studies of the weapons and techniques that the greatest of his bloodline had used in battle. Even as conflicts and arguments which often grew violent seemed to occur daily around him, Statis remained vigilant in his duties. And soon, at a young age, his efforts were recognized by three elders, those who held the highest authority. Sensing great potential within the child, they decided upon something which had weighed heavily on their minds for quite some time. Who would carry on their legacy? As the number of those who remained loyal and were capable warriors dwindled, they had realized that their clan’s fate was sealed. The golden age had passed. And so, they sought out one last person: one truly worthy of bearing the legacy of the Statigel clan upon their shoulders, one worthy enough for them to depart their knowledge, their gifts, and even their burdens upon. Receiving his parent’s blessing, Statis was now trained personally by the elders. Learning the rituals and arts which were some of the closest guarded secrets of his clan, Statis honed his skills to a razor’s edge, and ever further. By the time his fifteenth birthday had passed, his abilities in stealth and assassination surpassed what even the elders could not have dreamed of in their prime. And yet, he remained ever loyal, simply training daily until the time he would be needed.
It was a pale winter day when the armies of the royal family first arrived at the stronghold. The method by which they had reached this secret place was immediately, and heart wrenchingly clear. Among those who lead the troops to their position, were all too familiar faces. Those who had once been family to some, and friends to others. They had betrayed their old companions out of bitter frustration. Amongst the sea of the opposing army, the elder’s fears were finally confirmed. This would be the end of the clan’s existence. Statis truly was their last, and only hope. By now, he had grown into a young man, and the rate by which his skills had increased since had not slowed either. Alerting him, the three bestowed their final gifts. One, gave him a kunai of phantom-like properties. The other, a sash containing the blessings and powers of an ancient god. And the final, the armor of the founder of the clan, who had forged it from the solidified essence of the primordial god who had partaken in the creation of all life on the planet. With these, they bid him goodbye, and one last request. To never betray the teachings which he had so far stayed true to his entire life, encounter what horrors or tragedies he may. And with those final words, he struck out under the cover of a clouded night. Silently, he carved a path of death through the encampments of the enemy army. Not until the break of dawn, when the forces rallied to finally destroy the stronghold, did they realize nearly a quarter of their army had been silently, and mercilessly cut down. From then on for decades, and even into the Jungle Tyrant’s rule, those distant mountains were considered cursed, and none of the army ever dared to venture into its rocky valleys and dark cliffs, in fear of the silent assassin- Statis.
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