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Stop Greer from draining the bloodstone

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Stop Greer from draining the bloodstone

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Stop Greer from draining the bloodstone is a level 80 group event in The Infested Quag, in the Moldering Greenwood of Janthir Syntri.

Objectives[edit]

  • Greer, the Blightbringer
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  • Titan Stability
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  • Bloodstone energy drained in: 15:00

Rewards[edit]

Reward tier Experience Karma Coin
Gold 26,670 Experience.png 378 Karma 88 Copper coin
Silver 20,003 Experience.png 284 Karma 66 Copper coin
Bronze 13,335 Experience.png 189 Karma 44 Copper coin
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.
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: The yearning I arrest to feast on the delicacy of your world is immedicable.
Greer, the Blightbringer: I will leave this feast crapulous. You, bereft of life.
Greer, the Blightbringer: Commence your struggle.
When Greer reaches 75% health
Barbed Vale: Weak, they are! Mount your journeykin and topple them. Reveal the core!
When Greer reaches 25% health
Barbed Vale: Your journeykin, now! Shatter the armor from their flesh! Our spears will do the rest.
Successfully exposing Greer's core
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: Away from me!
Greer, the Blightbringer: Argh!
Event success
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: (groans)
Greer, the Blightbringer: Oh...
Barbed Vale: And the isle stills. Finally...
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: My core is restored...
Greer, the Blightbringer: There...
Barbed Vale: Celebrate, we shall, but those celebrations must remain modest. The strangers will return with the next storm.
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: Alack... Hope is a failure of your world. Fortitude, a boon of my own.
Greer, the Blightbringer: Your stamina may feel boundless, but when the bottom of that well is reached...you will see how shallow it always was.
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: This encounter will be marked by my shame. Our next, your blood.
Greer, the Blightbringer: Failed by my own consciousness, I retreat to shadow in shame.
Greer, the Blightbringer: Next time, it will be the babe that is smothered, not the begetter.
Barbed Vale: But a victory this was... And it was grand.
Event failure
Barbed Vale: What depraved abominations they are... Leaving nothing behind except the smells of death and rain.
One of the following:
Greer, the Blightbringer: And when the storm rumbles inland once more...so shall we.
Greer, the Blightbringer: That hope may warm your shelters, but it won't shield your vulnerable flesh.
Greer, the Blightbringer: Erelong you will greet fate. Fervent, but doomed.
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.