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Weapon Appearance Bloody Crusader

Cap Ministrel Mask

shoulder decoration white mouse

Cape Tail of the Father of Lies

Outfit Kanian Folk Costume

Pet Midget Clown

Pandora had known many wars. She wandered on the corpses and the blood of her enemies. Her fellows. The land of Sarnaut was an ossuary, and its inhabitants, those who had had the luxury of surviving the multiple bloodsheds, were bound to dwell upon their dead. Forever. Because no piece of land was left unscathed. Each was tied up to a memory, a dream, a nightmare, a fear, or a tear.

Yasker himself had sent her a note. The peace was yet again in jeopardy. The long-achieved Elven truce was about to come to an end. And she would not let that happen. She knew order within the elves was a pillar to the Sarnautian harmony.

Pandora loved the peace. Who didn’t ? But she was willing to die for it. Despite being constantly reminded of its cost. Of the people she had lost. Of the humanity she had to give up on in order to survive. Deeply, she felt she needed to make amends for all the lives she had taken. Ironically, she would make those amends by taking other lives. Again and again. An everlasting vicious cycle. Though she was telling herself it was for the greater good. For peace. That peace everyone had longed for for millenniums. Eventually, she would lose herself in the process. Perhaps she was already forsaken by now.

There it was, about to drop from the palm of her hand, the only thing she had left to cherish. So fragile. So vulnerable. A tiny little thing which could break at the smallest blow.

The Halloween Masquerade Ball which was to be held at Galleon Castle was the target. She had been told that one of Armando de Doucer’s followers was planning to attack the King, Louis de Desirae, during the festivities. The Masquerade Ball was the perfect opening, since all faces would be concealed : costumes and masks were compulsory.

Engineers were the ones called when the job needed to be clean. Warriors, Paladins, and Scouts had the tendency of leaving a mess behind them. As for Mages, Priests, and Summoners, their magic left stains. There were no marks left after Engineers, for they were not fighting via light, or shadow, or elemental magic, only via science and logic. Their mind was their greatest and most dangerous weapon.

That night she had dressed herself all in white. She looked like an angel in the middle of the crowd. Her wings ran alongside her long and elegant gown. She had chosen her attire very meticulously. She had a refined sense of irony. She knew nobody in the room would suspect an angel to be an assassin. And even less suspect an angel would hide blades in her petticoats, and deadly steel mosquitoes in her corset.

Castle Blight's awakening

Character : Meriasa
Faction : Empire
Server : Evolution, F2P

A long time ago, in the dark lands of Allods, there was a legend that terrified the residents every Halloween. It was said that, on that sinister night, a warrior demon known as the Guardian of the Eternal Night emerged from the depths of the darkness.

This demon was a nightmarish vision, with a skull head wreathed in flames that danced sinisterly. His horns burned with a dark fire that illuminated his dark-black armor. Sharp claws and dark tentacles sprouted from his back, as if they were extensions of his own demonic being.

The Keeper of Eternal Night chose Foul Dale as his haunt every Halloween. The residents knew that it was useless to flee, as the demon had macabre knowledge of every corner of the village. His sinister laughter echoed through the deserted streets as he emerged from the shadows.

Legends said that the Guardian of Eternal Night did not bring destruction, but rather reflection. He challenged residents to face their own fears and inner darkness. Those who had the courage to confront the devil and overcome their own darkness were blessed with protection and wisdom.

And so, every Halloween, the residents of Foul Dale faced the Guardian of Eternal Night, seeking redemption and enlightenment, knowing that the devil was, in a way, their guardian and their guide in the midst of the darkness of eternal night. For, as the stories said, even in the darkest hearts, the light of hope could still shine.

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Location : ZIT Headquarters




Character : Hamox
Faction : Empire
Server : Evolution

Halloween Mascarade 2023

Name: Luzy
Server: Smugglers Paradise
Faction: League

Being Late

The ancient witch, Squabble, sent out mysterious invitations to a clandestine Halloween bash in Foul Dale, but the catch was, no one knew where exactly the spooky place was. The dilemma of choosing the perfect costume weighed heavily on my mind — what if it clashed with someone else's?

After an exhausting search through my chaotic room (which unintentionally resembled a Halloween scene itself), I stumbled upon the ideal outfit in vibrant shades of purple and neon green. Naturally, I lost track of time in the process and ended up fashionably late.

Frantically, I rushed to Clear Valley, the designated meeting spot for a lift from a skeleton wizard and his Halloween party bus. Upon my arrival, the eerie silence suggested I had missed the ride, and disappointment set in. Just as I was about to concede defeat and summon the porter to take me home, I felt a sudden lift into the air.

The Halloween revelry had only just begun, and little did I know, it would become the best one of my life. The air was charged with excitement as laughter and eerie tunes filled the Bone Thicket. Squabble's secret party was a spectacular blend of spooky surprises, delightful frights, and a touch of magic.


From the dancing shadows to the bubbling cauldrons, the atmosphere was bewitching. Every guest, adorned in their unique costumes, added a splash of color to the night. As the festivities unfolded, I realized that being fashionably late had its perks—it only heightened the anticipation.


Squabble, the mastermind behind it all, led the revelry with gleeful mischief. The giant red bat that had whisked me away turned out to be her enchanting creation—a whimsical touch that set the tone for the night.


The party bus, now parked in a corner, served as a makeshift stage for impromptu performances and spellbinding acts. Skeleton wizards showcased their dancing skills, while a ghostly choir filled the air with haunting melodies.


As the night wore on, friendships were forged in the glow of jack-o'-lanterns, and memories were etched in the moonlit corners of Foul Dale. It was a Halloween to remember, a magical night where the ordinary transformed into the extraordinary, and the revelry echoed in the heart long after the last haunting note faded away.

Cap: Mask Of Old Mysteries

Costume: Raven Lady's Cloak

Shoulders: Raven Lady's Agate Feathers

Cloak: Raven Lady's Mystical Wings

Underwear: How dare you ask about my underwear?

Weapon: Weapon Appearance "Madness"

Halloween Masquerade Party
“Come and feast on the tastiest food in the kingdom, indulge yourself with our finest wines while wearing your most terrifying mask!”