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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2018 1:24 pm
This event is held specifically within the confines of Poúlies Village. Reason for this being so everyone can be together, and not separated every which way, causing total mayhem and confusion. The main events will be taking place in Mistletoe Park, around the giant tree located there. Even the tree itself is decorated with many different lights and ornaments. White snow covers the trees, ground, and rooftops of everything within Poúlies Village. Feel free to roam around, find the mistletoe, and give your presents to your friends!
Let it be noted there is to be no battling in this event, unless it's for fun. Fighting another character, evil or not, is against the rules, and will get you kicked from the event. If you try to taunt another character into battle though, you'll be kicked instead.
This event takes place within the borders of the country of Christoúgenna, in the Arcanum Sector.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:50 am
╔════════════════════════════════╣╠════════════════════════════════╗"If we can find an answer now, I don't mind sacrificing everything.." "So that our voices won't stray, we keep their echoes reverberating."Akuryō Jōtei Zen'nō-sha P ʀ ᴏ ғ ɪ ʟ ᴇ The Oni of Creation Rebirthed by Hollow Champion of Arcanum Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: "No one... yet."
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛs: Inside what seems to be a shopping mall.
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: "Oh man, they'll kill me if I don't get them any gifts!"
Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ: Nervous, worried, rushed Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Tough and AloneEᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: RespiteBᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Megalo Strike BackCᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ:Another ChanceOɴɪ's Rᴀɢᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Umbral Ultimatum Mᴀɢɪᴄ - ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ɪɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs - ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀʀs - ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sɪɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs
ᴄʜʀᴏɴᴏ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ - ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ - ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴜs - ᴄᴇʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ
ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɴsꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ɪɴᴋʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ - ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ - ᴛᴏᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴀʙʏssᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏs - ᴍʏᴛʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅᴇ - ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴀʀᴅsᴍᴀɴsʜɪᴘ - ᴍᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx
ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴜɪᴛɪᴏɴ.ᴇxᴇ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ: ᴅᴊɪɴɴ sᴏᴜʟ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ: ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀ sᴏᴜʟ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ: ᴜɴʜᴏʟʏ sɪɴs sᴏᴜʟ
ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍs Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: ɴ/ᴀ - ʙᴏᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴇᴀʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ's ɢᴀᴜɴᴛʟᴇᴛ - ꜰʟᴀᴍʙᴇʀɢᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴀǫᴜᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴢᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴏʀᴛᴇx
sʏʟᴘʜʏsᴛɪᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ - ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ - ʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴᴜs, sʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅs
ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ, ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴛɪ-ɢᴏᴅ - ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ sɴᴀᴋᴇ - ʀᴀɪᴊᴜᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ
ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ʟɪᴍʙᴏ - ᴋᴀᴍɪ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍɪᴅᴀ, ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ's sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ - ᴀᴋᴜᴍᴀ ɴᴏ ᴛᴀᴍᴀsʜɪ̄, ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ's ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ
ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ sᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ - ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ sᴏᴜʟᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ - ᴍᴜʀᴀᴍᴀsᴀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴛʜɪʀsᴛʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ
ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴇʀᴜʟᴇᴀɴ, sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs - ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ, ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴏɴᴅs Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Fᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ: ᴍᴜsᴛᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴏɪsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ - sɪɴɪɴᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴢᴜʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛ - ᴘᴜɴᴀɪɴᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟɪᴏɴ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴛʜ
ᴠᴀʟᴋᴏɪɴᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇsᴛ - ᴋᴇʟᴛᴀɪɴᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ - ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀᴜᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇsᴛ
ʀᴜɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ - ꜰᴀᴍᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪɴᴇ - ᴘᴇsᴛɪs, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇsᴛɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ
ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ʜᴏʀsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ(s) Usᴇᴅ: N/A
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s) Usᴇᴅ: N/A
Sᴘᴇʟʟ(s) Usᴇᴅ: N/A ✰ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: 900
✰ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ - 11,186
✰ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ - 11,399
✰ ᴅᴜʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ - 11,055
✰ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ - 10,710
✰ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ - 10,873
✰ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ - 11,286
✰ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ sᴄᴏʀᴇ ~ 66,509 Cᴏɪɴ Aᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ - 1,000,000,000,000 Pʟᴀᴛɪɴᴜᴍ Cᴏɪɴs "Our compass points forever into the darkness, to where there's no escape." ╠════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╣"Even if it's a curse," "Thanks for the hot chocolate!"
A voice had exclaimed, walking away from one of the many stands set up for the winter festivities. It had snowed quite a bit this year, so people had decided to set up all sorts of fun wintry events around Poúlies Village, where it seemed to be the most abundant. "I love hot chocolate so much." the voice spoke once more, gaining the attention of those around him. It was none other than Akuryō Zen'nō-sha, the King of the Arcanum Sector, which this country was located in, and the so-called "Demon Lord". He decided to check this festival out, since he loved things like this, and he really didn't have much else to do at the moment. He had even spoke to his friends about attending too, if they could handle the cold outside, that is. Though to him, it wasn't too cold. Maybe he was just used to temperatures being like this. He did always love visiting Cheimónas, and snowboarding there. Though this time, he was still dressed in his regular clothing, and not any snowboarding equipment. He wasn't entirely dressed to fit the Christmas spirit, since he had no clothing which fit. But he did change from his normal color scheme of white and purple to white and blue, even casting a spell to affect his hair, too. But it wasn't like it was that big of a deal, so long as he was still able to enjoy drinking his hot chocolate.
"I wonder if any of the others will show up for the festivities. Hopefully at least one of them do. Gets kinda awkward being stared at alone." the male muttered quietly to himself, making eye contact with those that looked his way. He knew that it wasn't about his horns or even his appearance. It was, in fact, about how he had suddenly disappeared from the world for twenty-one years without a word, leaving only his two wives to rule for him. He would have hoped to have left it to his children, but they seemed more interested in trying to find out where he had disappeared to. Or, at least, a few of them were. The male scratched his head, smiling at those who looked at him to hopefully make them feel more comfortable as they went on their way, before he was struck with a sudden realization. "I forgot to buy gifts for everyone! Ah, damn it! What do I do... maybe some of the shops are still open..." the male exclaimed, suddenly getting very nervous. He then sped off to one of the nearest shops, which seemed to sell everything and was about the size of a mall. Maybe he would be able to find something in here. "this racing in our hearts is real." ╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝"Never again will our longing cease."
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