Gather round, children, and let me tell you the Tale of the Paladin and the Writhing Haunt.

Not that long ago, on a server much like this one, a young lvl 55 paladin received a quest, a quest merely called "Target: Writhing Haunt."&nbsp It seemed a simple quest, he'd read dozens like it before.&nbsp It was even part of a chain, a chain he had breezed through 'til now.

If only he had known what terrible fate awaited him.&nbsp Would he have turned back, if he knew?&nbsp Could he have believed the tens of minutes he would spend smashing his head on his desk, tears streaming down his face, crying "Why? Why? Why?"

No macabre symbol of his future torture greeted his arrival, no "Abandon all hope."&nbsp It was a field like any other in these Plagued Lands.&nbsp His god gave him no warning.

And so our doomed hero began to fight the ghouls he found there.&nbsp Soon he found and defeated the Lord - it was difficult, more difficult than he had thought it would be, but he had the key now, and having the key meant nearly done.&nbsp If only he knew.&nbsp If only he knew!

The young hero finished slaying the last add and looted it.&nbsp But what's this?&nbsp Looting lag!&nbsp And look, mobs he had never seen before were respawning!&nbsp Apparently another warrior had been through just before him.&nbsp He fought valiantly, but one of the mobs had a spell interrupt, and it soon became clear it wasn't going to let him heal.&nbsp He watched in amazement as he was slaughtered by two mobs the same level as him.

"I've been ganked by mobs," he thought.&nbsp "It was the looting lag that killed me.&nbsp I'll return, and show them who's boss!"

Poor, foolish, doomed hero.

He returned, and fought, and kept fighting, and fighting, and fighting.&nbsp It seemed so simple.&nbsp Just clear a hole big enough to unlock the cauldron.&nbsp So simple...&nbsp But the mobs were more powerful than he had thought.&nbsp Some had interrupts that left him helpless for seconds upon seconds.&nbsp Others had stuns that lasted upwards of 5 seconds.&nbsp Apart, they were each no stronger than any other two-bit npc the young paladin had encountered.&nbsp But it seemed that they were always just close enough together, or they were respawing right behind him.

The young paladin died again.&nbsp He was furious.&nbsp He couldn't believe these little nothings were defying him.&nbsp He had soloed every quest from here to Feralas and back again.&nbsp How many elites had fallen to his spear?&nbsp How many giants of the deep, how many beasts and humanoids?&nbsp He returned once more to the Writhing Haunt.&nbsp He was so close, he could feel it!

But of course our hero died again.&nbsp And again.&nbsp And again.&nbsp He was always so close!&nbsp Each death was a fluke.&nbsp But they kept coming, and so did he.&nbsp Just a bit further to the cauldron.&nbsp Just a bit further...

Finally - FINALLY!- he made it!&nbsp He began to open the cauldron... and was blasted by four mobs.&nbsp Four mobs from the other side of the cauldron.&nbsp He realized that in order to open the cauldron, he'd have to clear every single ghoul around it.

He died.&nbsp And this time he did not return to his corpse.

In all, the young paladin had been killed nine times.&nbsp When he finally used the spirit healer, every single piece of equipment he had was at 0 durability.&nbsp It cost three and a half gold to repair.&nbsp Because he had been too busy fighting to stop and loot the corpses, he had almost nothing to show for his pain.&nbsp No gold to finance his repairs, no impressive loot.&nbsp Nothing but a little key.&nbsp One little key whose lock he had tried so hard to reach.

They say he carried that key with him until the end of his days.

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it shows "Writhing Haunt" on the map

The farm can be found at WPL 53,66.

If u die 9 times doing this quest u must do something wrong... Lvl 52 Shaman, soloed it with ease. Enter the field from the west. Kill a few&nbsp mobs. Kill the Boss. Use the Key... and done.

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