
Fel Reavers roam Hellfire, making us miserable. I wish I had some sort of video of his weird glitchy moments while I was wandering around in Hellfire. He actually killed me once from UNDERGROUND. Yeah, imagine my surprise to be beating up a helboar and BOOM- My HP drops to almost zero. Wha? Then another BOOM and I’m dead. Blew my mind. At first I was like, “Great. I pick the one pig on HFP that’s glitched to have the power of a raid boss…go me…” It wasn’t until I turned the camera around after I died that I saw Fel Jerk’s “shoulder” sticking out of the ground behind where I was. Real nice. Stupid Fel Reaver…>,<
There’s not really one big elite in Zangarmarsh that can just ruin your day in one shot of misery. When you get to Nagrand, however, there’s the infamous Durn, The Hungerer. Oh Durn, you drooling jackass…
Sneaky, sneaky Durn. I had a bit of a run-in with Mr. Hungry last night. There’s a quest you get from the Consortium camp in central Nagrand that requires you to bring them 3 pairs of Ivory Tusks. Easy enough. I believe Blizzard changed the drop rate for that quest item to 100%. I had already killed 2 Wild Elekks and was working on my third when BLAM! Durn was punching me in the back of the head! Punk. My minion, Pebblechomper or whatever his name was finished off the Elekk as I turned to address Mr. Durn. Had to make a pretty quick decision: Try and fight him, or run like hell. I opted to stay and fight. After all, I’m an OP plated warlock…I’m not afraid of anything!
I should have been afraid.
I should have been VERY afraid.
I should have run.
I didn’t really realize just how many HP that monstrosity has. 126.6k I believe was the number. I blew my cooldowns, summoned my gargoyle, and then did everything I could to try to down him...or escape. It was FAIL to say the least. Didn’t take him long to finish me off.
In retrospect, I should have probably just run away when he started hitting me. There’s a slight chance that running like a scared ostrich might have allowed me to live to fight another day. But, as we all know, Death Knights are a little overpowered. Just slightly. So I thought for sure, if I could solo one of the elite Forge Camp Legionnaires (who hit like freight trains on plate, I might add), that I could at least do enough damage to Durn to make him think twice before messing with me again. Yeah. Not even close. I think maybe I caused him some slight discomfort. Maybe a small scratch on his oversized toe. I most certainly didn’t do enough damage in the short time I remained alive while battling him to make him think about anything other than what a stupid little elf I am for trying to fight him, instead of running away. You know though, I was on the quest and thought that maybe, just maybe there was a chance. I mean, I could take down Cho’war on my own. Took down one of those nasty Forge Camp Felguards. Durn was just too much. Maybe the waterfall of drool that dribbles over the landscape as Mr. Hungry wanders around has some sort of demoralizing effect. Who knows? But that’s the story of the accidental attempt to solo Durn.
Mr. Hungry Himself...Durn, the Hungerer. Guess the only thing missing from this portrait is the disgusting "tendril" of drool that waterfalls from his mouth. I suppose now that's why Nagrand has such a beautiful, lush landscape?
By the way, with my Guild Master's help- I managed to complete the quest: "Wanted: Durn, the Hungerer" =) So a very special thanks to my GM =)!!!
i tried to solo Durn once at 70 as a bear.
ReplyDeleteepic fail.
i could solo all of the other elites :
Chowar
Gutripper
etc etc
but he just hit far to hard and took too little damage.
Yeah, Durn is nothing more than a slobbering jerk if you ask me. I haven't gone back to try and beat on him with my main yet. I imagine he'd go down fairly easily. I went back to take on a Fel Reaver with my druid. He barely hit me and went down pretty quickly. Bwahahahaha! REVENGE!!!!!
ReplyDeleteRevenge is nice, I owe the Fel Reaver some good old fashioned revenge.
ReplyDeleteI can pretty much own him on my druid, so if you'd like this little bear to hold his attention so you can launch arrows into his arse...consider it a date!
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