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{{Creature | |||
| Quest = Whispering Blade Chapterhouse Access | |||
| Patch = Shining Runes and Shadowed Hands | |||
| Name = Bound Falatacot | |||
| Image = Bound Falatacot Live.jpg | |||
| | | Class = Undead | ||
| Subclass = Falatacot | |||
| | | Boss = True | ||
| Level = 145 | |||
| Strength = 390 | |||
| Endurance = 360 | |||
| | | Coordination = 320 | ||
| Quickness = 320 | |||
| Focus = 320 | |||
| Self = 320 | |||
| | | Health = 600 | ||
| Stamina = 560 | |||
| Mana = 560 | |||
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| Missile Attack = -- | |||
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| Weaknesses = Fire, Slash | |||
| Attacks = Slash, Pierce | |||
| | | Trophies = [[Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment]] | ||
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== Notes == | == Notes == | ||
* Found in the Binding Realm at the end of [[Dardante's Workshop]]. | * Found in the Binding Realm at the end of [[Dardante's Workshop]]. | ||
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:You split Bound Falatacot apart!<br> | :You split Bound Falatacot apart!<br> | ||
:The tormented Falatacot sighs gratefully as you discorporate the shell he had been bound into. "Thank you, man-thing..."</font> | :The tormented Falatacot sighs gratefully as you discorporate the shell he had been bound into. "Thank you, man-thing..."</font> | ||
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Trophies
Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment
Notes
- Found in the Binding Realm at the end of Dardante's Workshop.
- Speech:
- The Bound Falatacot speaks within your mind: "You will serve, man-thing. I had not looked to see another in here, and I can tell you are not one of the minions of the overreaching fool Dardante. Slay me, man-thing, and release me from my torment. I will grant you the knowledge you seek. Be warned, I shall fight back when you attack. The code of my people demands that I go to meet oblivion with blood on my hands and my head unbowed by submission.
- You split Bound Falatacot apart!
- The tormented Falatacot sighs gratefully as you discorporate the shell he had been bound into. "Thank you, man-thing..."