Gilt Blades

Gilt Blades is a Raid Event scheduled to start on September 26, 2014 at 12:00 AM (PST) and end on October, 2014. Half-time Reward Calculation period is September 28, 2014 7:00 pm - 7:59 pm (PST).

Feature Сhanges

 * Added Crystal Exchange. Raid Bosses will now drop Crystals upon being Repelled, which can be redeemed at the Crystal Exchange. Collect lots of Crystals to trade them in for various prizes.
 * All Participation, Discovery and Bosses Defeated Rewards are now Crystals.
 * Damage Ranking Bonuses have been removed.

Raid Bosses Skill Cards

 * Yurlungur, Spirit of Steel Anti-Raid Boss Skill Card
 * Duola, Knowing Strength Anti-Raid Boss Skill Card
 * ? Anti-Hidden Raid Boss Skill Card
 * ? Anti-Secret Raid Boss Skill Card

Story
It was said a woman's hair was among her most valued possessions, yet for Lauretta, it was a horrid burden. Exceedingly long, astonishingly thick, seemingly sentient, and lacking in the one quality she desired: beauty. Though it was utilized in the killing arts she had mastered, even that was no longer of any benefit. She had just about enough.

"Goldilocks Medusa." "Split End Nightmare." "Caterpillar Head."

Lauretta wished to be free from such cruel monikers. As for how she came to have such long, thick tresses, the story traced far back, to her days as a young child.

Lauretta's grandmother was a legendary assassin known as "the Great Matron". She was admired by many, who would often request she train them in her techniques. For reasons now unknown to herself, Lauretta also had looked up to her grandmother. In her innocence, she asked her to teach her to become an assassin as well. Her grandmother relented, and out of the countless killing techniques in her repertoire, instructed the youbg Lauretta in how to strangle victims with her hair. However, the thick, winding braids that had been a result of her exhaustive training gave her a decidedly awkward appearance.

Now, she would have given anything to go back in time and knock some sense into her naive self.

Her greatset lamentation of all was the prospect of a life without romance. She would gladly sever herself from the ungainly locks so she could woo a handsome suitor. However, she had yet to find a blade of sufficient sharpness to tame her hair. She had all but resigned herself to a life of loneliness when she heard a rumor of a man capable of transforming the hair of anyone into a work of art. Though unsure if that included an iron-threaded coif such as hers, she decided to seek out this miracle worker.

...

The Heroes and a rather cheerful Yvette traveled along the mountain pass down to the forest. They were seeking out a famous beautician who lived a quiet life deep amongst the greenery. Yvette, who demanded they make this excursion, lead the exasperated Heroes along the perilous path.

"Hey, pick up the pace, would ya?!"

Yvette scolded the rest of the party, flitting impatiently from side to side.

Though she seemed unaffected by the lingering warmth of late summer, the Heroes plodded with each step. None of them held the least bit of interest in this masterful coiffure. When one suggested that they cut Yvette's hair, she was less than receptive.

"Over my dead body. I just know you'll screw it up, one way or another."

It was clear she did not believe the Heroes, who she said used daggers for basic grooming, would be able to understand the aesthetic needs of a true maiden.

As the Heroes continued down the road, heads facing downward in dejection, a sudden yell from Yvette returned their gaze forward. There they saw the strange sight of a massive, golden rope-like creature sliding along the ground, headed in the same direction as the party.

"Ugh, what is that?!" It's creeping me out!"

The Heroes assumed battle positions as Yvette darted behind the, when a despondent voice reached their ears.

"You and everyone else..."

Looking around them, the ground noticed the voice cae from a young woman, and that the mysterious golden entity was her hair. This realization surprised them all the more. Seeing the look of despair on the lady's face, Yvette was quick to apologize.

"Um, sorry about that."

...

"And that's why I want to be rid of these nightmarish curls!"

Lauretta made a defiant pose as she ended her life's story. As she told it, her hair seemed to mirror her emotions, as it wriggled, shook, and squirmed. The Heroes agreed that her burden was great indeed.

"If someone calls me 'Caterpillar Head' one more time...!'

"Whoa, calm down, would ya!"

Yvette was trying desperately to avoid being caught by the serpentine movements of the enormous braids.

"I wanna dress up and catch the eye of Prince Charming! Not catch them in my hair by accident!"

Maneuvering through the undulating strands, the Heroes managed to rescue Yvette from their grasp.

"We get it, we get it! You don't need to prove to us that your hair is a threat to society! Let's get it cut right away!"

Whether her words placated Lauretta or frightened her hair, the thrashing tresses fell to the ground and remained still.

"Oh, you all were headed to the beautician's place? Why don't I join you, then?"

She offered her hand out to the Heroes, which elicited reactions of apprehension for fear that grasping it would cause her monstrous hair to grasp them. The Heroes gingerly took Laura's palm and accepted her offer. With a satisfied smile, she turned around to continue down the trail.

"If we don't keep an eye on her, I'm sure there gonna be some sorry sap who'll get the life squeezed out of them."

The rest of the party agreed that it would be best to guide her to the beautician to prevent further complications. However, the sight of her long hair dragging just off the road was an odd, surreal sight. It was not long before Yvette had trouble stifling her mirth.

"What's so funny, fairy?"

Lauretta's sharp voice and writhing locks cowed Yvette into silence. The Heroes trekked down from the mountains, unsure if they would reach their destination unscathed.