OverviewNAME: Frenzi the Cackler AbilitiesRSL_AoE_Provoke Obtain fromVoid Shard Blessings RecommendationCruelty (Clan Boss) |
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Fren’zi The Cackler Skills
Searing Hack
Attacks 1 enemy. Has a 50% chance of instantly activating a [HP Burn] debuff on the target.
Level 2: Damage +5%
Level 3: Damage +5%
Level 4: Damage +5%
Level 5: Damage +5%
Damage Multiplier: 3.4 DEF
Jaws of Flame (Cooldown: 4 turns)
Attacks 3 times at random. Each hit has a 75% chance of placing a [HP Burn] debuff for 2 turns. Fills this Champion’s Turn Meter by 10% for each [HP Burn] debuff placed by this skill.
Level 2: Damage +5%
Level 3: Damage +5%
Level 4: Buff/Debuff Chance +10%
Level 5: Buff/Debuff Chance +10%
Level 6: Cooldown -1
Damage Multiplier: 1.8 DEF
Vexatious Cackle (Cooldown: 5 turns)
Attacks all enemies. Has a 75% chance of placing a [Provoke] debuff for 1 turn. Also places a 60% [Increase DEF] buff on this Champion for 2 turns.
Level 2: Damage +10%
Level 3: Buff/Debuff Chance +10%
Level 4: Buff/Debuff Chance +15%
Level 5: Cooldown -1
Damage Multiplier: 3.8 DEF
Broiling Bulwark (Passive)
Increases this Champion’s DEF by 2% each time a [HP Burn] debuff is activated on enemies [stacks up to 20%]. Resets each Round.
Aura
Increases Ally DEF in Dungeons by 30%
Fren’zi the Cackler Equipment Guide
| Arena, Campaign, Clan Boss, Dungeons, Doom Tower, Faction Wars | |
Recommended ArtifactsPvE: Relentless |
Stats AllocationWeapon (ATK) |
Stats PriorityPvE & PvP: SPD, ACC, C.RATE, C.DMG, DEF% |
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Fren’zi the Cackler Mastery Guide
Arena, Doom Tower, Faction Wars
Defense
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Support
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Campaign, Clan Boss, Dungeons
Offense
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Support
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Fren’zi the Cackler Champion Lore
Among the Dawnmounts lies a volcano called the Red Grandfather by the local Nomads, for its scorching slopes are crimson-hued from rust-colored minerals and sometimes from the glowing, flaming blood of the earth. Fren’zi of the Krokhan Nomads, a warrior and pyromancer apprenticed to the shaman of her clan, was one of many seekers who made pilgrimage to the volcano in search of a deeper spiritual connection to fire. One might even see the Red Grandfather himself, the spirit of the mountain, the soul of magma: a giant, red as the slopes, who would emerge if the pilgrim showed their worthiness. He only appeared on the higher slopes where few could survive for long. But if one braved the danger, found the giant, and asked with humble respect, one could receive a boon.
Perhaps overeager after long anticipation, Fren’zi set off with little preparation. She had great stamina and endurance, and high tolerance for heat, much like all desert-dwelling people. She was also exceptionally sturdy, even for a Nomad. But even she was unprepared for the intense, boot-melting heat, the explosions of noxious gas, and the rarified air. She became delirious, and started wandering at random, slowly broiling to death. Instinct and chance led her off the lethal slopes, and she wandered into the desert in a stupor before collapsing.
Fren’zi was snapped out of her fugue by the agony of her own flesh being devoured by scavengers. She still reflexively resisted with her last morsels of vitality, despite the tempting release of death so close at hand. But then a pack of hyenas arrived and scattered the lesser carnivores. As a dozen slavering jaws closed in on her, Fren’zi furiously vowed to take at least one down with her.
Lashing out with her hooked sword, she split the skull of the first beast as the rest engulfed her. Her last impression as pain overwhelmed her was a sudden blast of intense heat – as though she were on the slopes of the volcano once more. When she came to, she was a Skinwalker with the form of a hyena, her wounded and weakened body regenerated and transformed by the curse. All the hyenas lay dead, the stink of their scorched smoldering flesh and fur filling the air. Had she summoned a last desperate burst of pyromancy, or had someone else? In the distance she thought she glimpsed a great red lumbering form disappearing over the horizon… but it may only have been the shimmer of the distant Red Grandfather distorted in the desert heat.
Fren’zi made her way back to the volcano’s foothill camp, where she was aided by one of the healers making a living tending those who, like her, had been turned back in agony by the mountain. Though a twitchy, muttering wreck, her strength returned rapidly. But no healer could fix her mind, which had been bent by her ordeal. The high-pitched cackling of a hyena came unbidden to her new canine lips, and she struggled to organize and contain her thoughts. Through a haze of derangement, she still clings to one burning hope: reaching the giant of the mountain and begging his assistance in cleansing her mind.
Got this champion. Could we get Mastery please?