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==Tips and Tricks==
==Tips and Tricks==
==Description==
==Description==
�Called the Critic by cowering locals, Nandi uses its petrifying gaze to turn passing creatures into works of art for its perverse pleasure alone.
Called the Critic by cowering locals, Nandi uses its petrifying gaze to turn passing creatures into works of art for its perverse pleasure alone.
�Ever has this catoblepas haunted the mountains of Vylbrand, yoked by the weight of its gross head, prodding the stone paths conjured by its downcast eyes.
Ever has this catoblepas haunted the mountains of Vylbrand, yoked by the weight of its gross head, prodding the stone paths conjured by its downcast eyes.
Nothin' so dangerous as a stillborn artist, they say. Don't you go temptin' the wretch with good material, if you know what I'm sayin'.
Nothin' so dangerous as a stillborn artist, they say. Don't you go temptin' the wretch with good material, if you know what I'm sayin'.


[[category:Elite Marks]] [[Category:The Hunt]] [[Category:Monsters]]
[[category:Elite Marks]] [[Category:The Hunt]] [[Category:Monsters]]

Revision as of 18:56, 10 July 2014

Nandi is a Rank S Elite Mark found in Upper La Noscea. Killing the Elite Mark will grant the player up to 5 Allied Seals, 200 Allagan Tomestones of Mythology and 40 Allagan Tomestones of Soldiery. Player will also have a chance of obtaining a Blood-spattered Mark Log..

Coordinates

Upper La Noscea

(x??,y??), (x??,y??), (x??,y??)

Spawn Conditions

Trigger

Normal Spawn (?) or Player Threshold in Area (?)

Time

???

Tips and Tricks

Description

Called the Critic by cowering locals, Nandi uses its petrifying gaze to turn passing creatures into works of art for its perverse pleasure alone. Ever has this catoblepas haunted the mountains of Vylbrand, yoked by the weight of its gross head, prodding the stone paths conjured by its downcast eyes. Nothin' so dangerous as a stillborn artist, they say. Don't you go temptin' the wretch with good material, if you know what I'm sayin'.