Brittle Crown

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Brittle Crown
Brittle Crown.png
Gain gold on hit... BUT lose gold on getting hit.
30% chance on hit to gain 2 (+2 per stack) gold. Scales over time.

Lose gold on taking damage equal to 100% (+100% per stack) of the maximum health percentage you lost.
Rarity Lunar
Category Utility
ID 44
Stat Value Stack Add
Gold Gained 2 Linear +2
Gold Lost 100% Linear +100%

The Brittle Crown is a new item in Risk of Rain 2. The chance to gain gold when damaging enemies is affected by the Proc Coefficient. The amount of Gold gained is also affected by the Difficulty Coefficient.

The Engineer's Turrets are not affected by Brittle Crown and therefore do not gain or lose gold for the player.

Math[edit | edit source]

The formula for gold earned is:

C * D * 2

C = Amount of Brittle Crowns

D = Difficulty Coefficient

Graph of gold gained per stage, per proc (30% for 1 Brittle Crown). Assumes 1 player, completing 1 stage per 5 minutes. See Difficulty Coefficient for underlying formula for 'D'.

Lore[edit | edit source]

A wretched carnival.

They were doomed for good reason. Dunepeople of Aphelia: lost, in fanatic worship of parasitic influences. Lemurians: destined to a dead planet, picked clean. Chitin beasts. Automations of death. Why do you bring them home? They were not meant to survive. 

I have watched you for ages, from my dead rock - and every century, you disgust me with vanity. You invite vermin into your home. Wretches. Rats. Monsters. Creatures without restraint. Each and every one, planet killers. And yet, you entertain them as guests. Like children, requiring saving and protection.

She should have died for me. Her gift was wasted on you.

And when will we open discussion - dear brother - of all your thin lies? Why do you forbid your guests to leave? To pilot? Why do you fashion great walls and gates? Why do you weave constructs of destruction, if your role is protection? They are entries in your collection. You slaver. Gatekeeper. Hoarder.

Your death is fated. When you die - and you WILL die - I will be ready. I have been patient for millennia. That planet... is mine.