Stop Decima from draining the bloodstone
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Stop Decima from draining the bloodstone
- Location
- Stricken Plains
(Janthir Syntri) - Event type
Group event- Part of
- Of Mists and Monsters
- Level
- 80
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Stop Decima from draining the bloodstone is a level 80 group event in Janthir Syntri.
Objectives[edit]
- Decima, the Stormsinger
- Titan Stability
- Bloodstone energy drained in: 15:00
Rewards[edit]
| Reward tier | Experience | Karma | Coin |
|---|---|---|---|
| Gold | 26,670 
|
378 
|
88 
|
| Silver | 20,003
|
284
|
66
|
| Bronze | 13,335
|
189
|
44
|
These are the expected rewards for a level 80 player.
NPCs[edit]
Foes[edit]
Dialogue[edit]
- Event start
- Barbed Vale: Here it is. No time to quake with fear; rigid, we must remain. The strangers have awoken. They've come to dance in the rain.
- Barbed Vale: Our one and only goal is to protect the camps. Every claw and spear, raise them to the air!
- Barbed Vale: Go. Fight. Win.
- Bloodstone reached
- Barbed Vale: The strangers have reached the first bloodstone. Like cub to Maw, they'll suck it dry if we don't halt their advance.
- Decima, the Stormsinger: Brave, small things.
- When Decima reaches 75% health
- Barbed Vale: Weak, they are! Mount your journeykin and topple them. Reveal the core!
- When Decima reaches 25% health
- Barbed Vale: Your journeykin, now! Shatter the armor from their flesh! Our spears will do the rest.
- Successfully exposing Decima's core
- One of the following:
- Decima, the Stormsinger: (snarls)
- Decima,the Stormsinger: Get back!
- Event success
- Decima, the Stormsinger: No!
- Barbed Vale: And the isle stills. Finally...
- One of the following:
- Decima, the Stormsinger: Ah, that's better...
- Decima, the Stormsinger: (breathes)
- Barbed Vale: Celebrate, we shall, but those celebrations must remain modest. The strangers will return with the next storm.
- One of the following:
- Decima, the Stormsinger: When we heal--and we will heal--I will send a bolt through your skull.
- Decima, the Stormsinger: (groans)
- Barbed Vale: But a victory this was... And it was grand.
- Upon failure
- Barbed Vale: What depraved abominations they are... Leaving nothing behind except the smells of death and rain.
- One of the following:
- Decima, the Stormsinger: "Everyone, regroup! We'll be ready next time!" (laughs) Yes, run along.
- Decima, the Stormsinger: It was never a fight you could win.
- Barbed Vale: But they're gone. For now.
- Barbed Vale: The storm moves on, and so must we. Let us regroup and prepare for the next attack. There will be another.
