Tried a bunch of t12 maps but got my ass handed to me coz jumping goats = 1shot. I'm at 3.9k HP and lvl84, only got a few jewel sockets left to pick up.
3.9k is your issue. At level 84 you should be closer to 4.5-4.7k.
EDIT: Took a look at your character. Carcass is nice QoL but not necessary. It's the last piece of gear that you get. You have a 20% gem so your AoE coverage should be fine. Feel free to swap to a rare chestpiece with higher life values and a bit of resistance to get more survivable. This will make it easier to upgrade your amulet with higher life than 18, as well. Carcass is fairly hard to equip with it's low res-all rolls, hence it's the last thing we look for once we have all our other gear / survivability / jewels sorted.
Also, Frenzy charges are the last thing the build gets. I would personally spec out of at least two of them to invest more in the Scion life branch.
Those two combined alterations (rare chest piece, amulet swap for more life + four more life nodes off the tree) should push you to 4.5k or so and allow you to press in higher tier maps more comfortably.
Also, push your clarity level higher. You should have the int to do so comfortably. If you feel the need to as well, drop the third charge for Soul Siphon. This will allow you to drop the mana flask for another Seething flask, which is far more important than having the mana flask around.
You'll notice your survivability go through the roof being able to panic out with double Seethings.
This will allow you to push to 90 much more comfortably, and you will be able to recover the frenzy charges at that point.
Also, if you want to push levels, don't be afraid to swap out of MF temporarily to make your life easier to gain that xp. What I typically do is MF my face off until I get about 30% on the bar, then I swap out the Andvarius rings for life rings, allowing me to level much more comfortably but still have some MF around.
Jul 27, 2011 - Sept 30, 2018.
Last edited by Serleth#4392 on Dec 27, 2016, 6:19:11 PM
3.9k is your issue. At level 84 you should be closer to 4.5-4.7k.
EDIT: Took a look at your character. -snip-
I tried all of this and ended up with 4.4k HP and gained a bunch of lightning resistance.
I was at 14% before and it was incredibly difficult to stack more lightning res as I already had cold res on most of my jewels and my gear didn't leave me any room.
While it's certainly still very rippy, it did boost my survivability quite a bit.
I got this gear:
at about 18 chaos. Ain't too bad :)
Decided to do two T13 maps to try it out.
Loot explosion #1:
12,5% closer to the dream with over 3000 hours played on this game.
Loot explosion #2:
Sadly vaults was just wisdom scroll land this time :p
About the mana nodes, I didn't know it was mandatory to get them. I just assumed Enlighten would take care of it later on. As mana is not really an issue for me right now I will start picking them up when I get my free skill points from Uber lab. Just looking for this one pesky trial that just doesn't want to spawn. I sacrificed 2 frenzy charges for HP and it seems with 5 Frenzy charges as opposed to 7 the damage dip isn't all that significant. Actually makes me want to grab more life nodes instead to make the leveling a bit easier. The next goal is to get a 6-link bow with a better DoT roll so I can socket my item rarity gem. They seem to go for about ~5ex, and I have about 4ex in currency right now. Time to grind more maps.
Throwing my 2c in again... back in Perandus, when I last played PoE and this build, I had similar stats (3.9k HP, 15k DPS, 50% Dodge, Phase Acro) and felt comfortable in T1-T5 maps grinding recipes and eventually turning them in unID'd for double returns...
Later on when I had 25k DPS and 4.75k HP after I completed most of my upgrades including Belly of the Beast and Double-Ventors I felt comfortable up to t10+ (never did much past t10 tho)
Coming back and exploring the atlas (Slowly, been sick a lot this month)... I liked the change to arenas at first until I realized you get locked into arenas while the boss is active... didn't even realize that until I found the new map with the old Phantasmagoria boss... the chaos spider... was a bit hairy for a second when I tried to leave and couldn't, but I just started sprinting laps around it and managed... not fun :D
Even I learn something new sometimes... I picked up the frenzy charges before the jewel charges as well... and tend to leave survivability hp nodes for the end... to my detriment sometimes... the other day I kept losing all my progress to a trial trap and a breachlord in regular breach...
This is another Noxic tale - that is, a fanciful story loosely based on my experiences with Noxic, my Scion, CA toon - this time with several poems. I hope you like this tale. It's one of my favorites in the series.
=============
Assassin's Brew - Anon
Poison. Poison.
Green the hue.
Foul the smell.
And deadly too.
Sicken foe if batch be quick.
But steal life if batch be thick.
Gods above, I beseach you.
Thrice curse this.
Assassin's Brew.
=================================
Vorici was most displeased.
In fact, Vorici was never so upset in all his life.
Some upstart Scion had dared interfere with his business - counterfeiting in Wraeclast - counterfeiting without his permission.
The upstart must be put down. Otherwise, the very authority of the Master Assassin was in question.
And this simply could not be.
==================================
"Over here, exiles!"
The band of roughians stopped and turned towards the lone figure.
"Over here! I've a mission for you."
Intrigued, the band moved closer.
"An exile has displeased me. Greatly so. Thus, I command you to dispose of the malcontent."
The band, on seeing who the shadowy figure was - the Grand Assassin Vorici - was trapped. Little did they desire to pursue the death of a fellow exile - but what choice? Refusal would mean certain death.
And so...
"Great master," began the leader of the band, "This exile of whom you speak. Is most powerful. How do you expect such a humble assembly to cope with one such?"
Vorici smiled at this reply. "Green," said Vorici. "Green."
===========
And thus it came to be that the reluctant band came into possession of Vorici's most potent weapon - poison, poison most green, poison most vile, poison lethal to all mortal beings.
===========
Green - Anon
Green is Poison.
Green is Death,
Malevolent Green,
Seeks out your Breath.
Green is Evil.
Green is Mean.
But most of all, Green does Keen.
For the Life, the Life, the Life of You.
And, Green especially,
Is Death's Brew.
==============
The roughians, five all told, set out towards the exile's home; little pleasure did they take in their task - yet what choice? Kill the upstart exile or face Vorici's wrath.
At least they had Vorici's brew in their arsenal. With the green substance, the exile should quickly succumb.
===============
And so the roughians surrounded the exile's abode... and waited patiently for her return. Shortly they were rewarded. For Noxic, unaware, approached her home.
================
Earlier that day, Noxic, uncharacteristically, sought a prophecy; what did her future hold? What great deeds lie before her? How could she shape the future of Wraeclast?
In short... Noxic was interested in her future. And for this reason... Noxic sought the insight of a Seer.
=================
"Oh great Seer, began Noxic."
"Spare me, said the Seer," I'm well ware of your lead stones.
"Oh!," said Noxic. "I see."
"But," continued Noxic, "I was mistaken... I did not... believe in your ability. Your ability to foretell - your ability to see into the future. And for that reason, I wished to trick you with my lead stones."
"I no longer wish to do so. I offer now, two true silver coins. Will you not foretell my future?"
The seer looked dubiously at Noxic. And yet, the proferred coins pressed into her hands by the apologizing Noxic, did seem true... and so... the Seer began...
"I cannot decline the plea of the faithful, and you, at last, do seem true. So I accept your silver and now foretell. Attend my child and behold your future."
With that the Seer went into a long trance - and began to tremble - after which, the seer said this.... "Oh my child... my child... I foresee dark times ahead of you. A band of roughians will beset you...
and will employ green most vile... beyond this I am unsure. You may die of this encounter.... yes... it is likely so."
"Green, you say?" said Noxic.
================
Noxic was troubled by the Seer's vision. Very much so.
And thus, began to seek out a certain herb. A silverish herb. Noxic began to chew rapidly on the stems of a silver plant she had earlier plucked from the ground. Over and over she chewed on the stems; until the point of choking on the bitter taste.
====================
The roughians lay in wait just outside Noxic's abode. Shortly they would fulfill their pledge.
And just so.... a short while later, Noxic appeared, walking tiredly towards her home.
Out sprang the roughians. It was over quickly. Out-numbered, Noxic was unable to fend off all the attackers. And, quickly blood was drawn... her blood. A knife flashed across her breast drawing blood - and yet the wound wwas not deep.
But, the knife was coated with something... something... verdant... no, not verdant, not verdant at all.... something filled with the promise of death... something green.
Immediately, a great lethargy set in. Noxic became sluggish - unable to move rapidly. And then fell to the ground, gasping for air. A victim of the Green.
"Forgive me, Exile," said the leader of the roughians - "I had no choice."
And thus it was that Noxic met her end.
====================
Rogue's Refrain - Anon
Green is Poison.
Green is Death.
But Green be Countered by Winter's Breath.
======================
The roughians departed.
This is another Noxic tale - that is, a fanciful story loosely based on my experiences with Noxic, my Scion, CA toon - this time with several poems. I hope you like this tale. It's one of my favorites in the series.
=============
Assassin's Brew - Anon
Poison. Poison.
Green the hue.
Foul the smell.
And deadly too.
Sicken foe if batch be quick.
But steal life if batch be thick.
Gods above, I beseach you.
Thrice curse this.
Assassin's Brew.
=================================
Vorici was most displeased.
In fact, Vorici was never so upset in all his life.
Some upstart Scion had dared interfere with his business - counterfeiting in Wraeclast - counterfeiting without his permission.
The upstart must be put down. Otherwise, the very authority of the Master Assassin was in question.
And this simply could not be.
==================================
"Over here, exiles!"
The band of roughians stopped and turned towards the lone figure.
"Over here! I've a mission for you."
Intrigued, the band moved closer.
"An exile has displeased me. Greatly so. Thus, I command you to dispose of the malcontent."
The band, on seeing who the shadowy figure was - the Grand Assassin Vorici - was trapped. Little did they desire to pursue the death of a fellow exile - but what choice? Refusal would mean certain death.
And so...
"Great master," began the leader of the band, "This exile of whom you speak. Is most powerful. How do you expect such a humble assembly to cope with one such?"
Vorici smiled at this reply. "Green," said Vorici. "Green."
===========
And thus it came to be that the reluctant band came into possession of Vorici's most potent weapon - poison, poison most green, poison most vile, poison lethal to all mortal beings.
===========
Green - Anon
Green is Poison.
Green is Death,
Malevolent Green,
Seeks out your Breath.
Green is Evil.
Green is Mean.
But most of all, Green does Keen.
For the Life, the Life, the Life of You.
And, Green especially,
Is Death's Brew.
==============
The roughians, five all told, set out towards the exile's home; little pleasure did they take in their task - yet what choice? Kill the upstart exile or face Vorici's wrath.
At least they had Vorici's brew in their arsenal. With the green substance, the exile should quickly succumb.
===============
And so the roughians surrounded the exile's abode... and waited patiently for her return. Shortly they were rewarded. For Noxic, unaware, approached her home.
================
Earlier that day, Noxic, uncharacteristically, sought a prophecy; what did her future hold? What great deeds lie before her? How could she shape the future of Wraeclast?
In short... Noxic was interested in her future. And for this reason... Noxic sought the insight of a Seer.
=================
"Oh great Seer, began Noxic."
"Spare me, said the Seer," I'm well ware of your lead stones.
"Oh!," said Noxic. "I see."
"But," continued Noxic, "I was mistaken... I did not... believe in your ability. Your ability to foretell - your ability to see into the future. And for that reason, I wished to trick you with my lead stones."
"I no longer wish to do so. I offer now, two true silver coins. Will you not foretell my future?"
The seer looked dubiously at Noxic. And yet, the proferred coins pressed into her hands by the apologizing Noxic, did seem true... and so... the Seer began...
"I cannot decline the plea of the faithful, and you, at last, do seem true. So I accept your silver and now foretell. Attend my child and behold your future."
With that the Seer went into a long trance - and began to tremble - after which, the seer said this.... "Oh my child... my child... I foresee dark times ahead of you. A band of roughians will beset you...
and will employ green most vile... beyond this I am unsure. You may die of this encounter.... yes... it is likely so."
"Green, you say?" said Noxic.
================
Noxic was troubled by the Seer's vision. Very much so.
And thus, began to seek out a certain herb. A silverish herb. Noxic began to chew rapidly on the stems of a silver plant she had earlier plucked from the ground. Over and over she chewed on the stems; until the point of choking on the bitter taste.
====================
The roughians lay in wait just outside Noxic's abode. Shortly they would fulfill their pledge.
And just so.... a short while later, Noxic appeared, walking tiredly towards her home.
Out sprang the roughians. It was over quickly. Out-numbered, Noxic was unable to fend off all the attackers. And, quickly blood was drawn... her blood. A knife flashed across her breast drawing blood - and yet the wound wwas not deep.
But, the knife was coated with something... something... verdant... no, not verdant, not verdant at all.... something filled with the promise of death... something green.
Immediately, a great lethargy set in. Noxic became sluggish - unable to move rapidly. And then fell to the ground, gasping for air. A victim of the Green.
"Forgive me, Exile," said the leader of the roughians - "I had no choice."
And thus it was that Noxic met her end.
====================
Rogue's Refrain - Anon
Green is Poison.
Green is Death.
But Green be Countered by Winter's Breath.
======================
The roughians departed.
You got your Chayula splinters?... I keep seeing more and more 39/40 posts on reddit waiting for Chayula in a breach...
I see nemesis sextant sharers a few times a day in global 820 as well... altho that channel has devolved a lot since 2.2 I think... not that it was very structured anymore even then...
Last edited by Piros#7740 on Dec 30, 2016, 7:39:40 AM
