This morning my friends and I spotted the mighty Bloodthorn again in the Gardens that are corrupted. The excitement has faded at this point in the journey. We now understand that this is more of a punishment than a journey of hunting treasure. When we first discovered the Garden a little over 5 months ago we were told by some people of a group called BETA Tester that there existed a helmet that would stand as a crown upon anyone that wore it and it would instill powers upon its beholder like never seen before. This helmet was to stand as a symbol to all who embarked upon the challenge of defeating the foes of this world what they could receive if they survive the years of preparing themselves and grinding monster after monster, the endless nights camping the atrocity known as Snorri, the endless journeys spent traversing down the tunnels of Carrowmore to slay the evil Mordris (still haven't figured out why the all powerful known as admin hasn't put one of his fancy stones to ley on near that cave), the life sucked from our souls from the Necromancer, the multiple idols that had to be consumed to resurrect yourself at the feet of Unox, and the fiends in the tops of the tower in the Arcane Sanctum it would all mean something when a helm was bestowed upon them. A symbol that said all of the grind is worth it.
Yet, it has came to pass that we have slain this plant that exists because of Crom's corruption of a once beautiful garden multiple times and yet we find more necklaces and not a single helmet. Today was day 150 of killing this plant for our humble clan, Friday will mark the 5 month mark of us slaying this vile beast. There is no more singing songs of victory around a campfire with the Wardens, rather we meekly look around as someone pipes up, "you realize when Bloodthorn actually finally drops a helmet there is only a 10 percent chance that helmet will be for your class and build." What was once cheers of jubilation now only have moans of understanding. One mate put it like this, "0% of 45 kills means that the odds of a helmet for my class dropping are... 0%."
All of the potions of purification have started to slow our minds a little. Today one of the druids decided to stand in the middle of the poisonous puddles without a potion active just to see if he could survive off of the AOE heals of his comrades. Needless to say there is a stick in the ground marking that spot now with some kind words engraved on the stick. One comrade has lost his mind so much that he started calling the helmet a Ferrari, we took him straight way to the Tavern and he is rethinking his life in the cellar at the moment. The entire trip across the Otherworld and into Stonevale this guy wouldn't shut up about a "status symbol" We finally cast Calm on him and dragged him the rest of the way. We know take turn throwing Perfect Fruit Cakes at him.
I must close this entry as I hear Mordris might be returning sometime in the next 36 hours and even though up-and-coming explorers would love to have the opportunity to slay this beast we must be vigilant as its helmets are still the best in the land.
World - Gwydion
Clan - Relentless
Relentlessly killing Bloodthorn in search of the hidden helmet that is buried deep in the coding of RNG. We would love to see you join us on our quest for the hidden helmet.