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Revision as of 02:36, 30 August 2019
Lord of the Wyverns is a Rank A Elite Mark found in The Dravanian Forelands.
Killing the Elite Mark will reward the player up to 
40 Centurio Seals, 
30 Allagan Tomestones of Poetics and 
10 Allagan Tomestones of Aesthetics.
Coordinates
The Dravanian Forelands
(x34,y8) (x27,y7) (x29,y21) (x26,y25) (x28,y31) (x25,y32) (x21,y34) (x18,y38) (x17,y35) (x10,y35) (x12,y27) (x14,y31) (x20,y30) (x21,y20) (x14,y14) (x17,y11)
Spawn Conditions
Trigger
Normal Spawn
Time
4 to 6 hours after killed.
Tips and Tricks
- Collapse is an aoe attack on the mt.
- Blazing Trail is a line aoe that inflicts a Burn dot on those hit.
- Fireball is a circular aoe that inflicts a Burn dot on those hit.
- Reaving Wind is an aoe at a random player. It inflicts all hit with a cleansable Windburn dot.
Description
“It's a better man than me that can tell one dragonling from the next, but they grow into all different shapes an' sizes. Take wyverns─they start off like any other dragon, but as they age their wings get bigger an' bigger, till they're spendin' all their time in the air.
They ain't no match fer their four-legged friends when it comes to brute strength, but what they lack in muscle, they make up fer in mobility. A mob o' the buggers can easily bring down an airship if they set their minds to it.
Ye'd think that speed would drop off with age, but no such luck. The eldest o' their number, the Lord o' the Wyverns, can twist an' turn like no other, duckin' an' divin' out the way o' dragonslayer shells. Small wonder the airship captains want the bastard dead.— Fhilskaet of Tailfeather
