Event Square

An enclosed area of the Ghost Castle Biome where the theme's events take place and information about the Biome can be found!
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(From here: Premium Tower)

Iris Houten wrote:The scene that continued to brew behind Iris soon made her become drawn into it. Turning around, she witnessed the large fiery creature make its way towards them with great speed!

"Into the shelter!" she exclaimed to the screaming and panicking hostages, looking over to a fallen ADN soldier's Orion, and lunged for it. She dove to the right of the oncoming beast, rolling quite nimbly for a half elf and grabbed hold of the gun. It was heavy, and it was a weapon she wasn't used to using as she preferred her bow to any gun. She rose it from her crouched position, and it wasn't thankfully on safety. Ratatatatatatata-! the gun blared off, maintaining her recoil at hip firing position rather than shouldering the weapon propper; she discharged the weapon at the beast's fiery face. "Over here you flaming sack of shite-" she exclaimed but felt a sudden tug at her heart causing her to immediately drop the weapon and hunch over.

Random Mobs wrote:It wasn't just Anastasia or Leland who had began hugging their chests tightly or feel unwell; noticeably, some of the SFL members, Samurai, Servants and ADN soldiers who had arrived also were feeling the same effects. One thing that was clear, with the exception of Leland, everyone in this room who was undergoing this strange disorder were Elven.

Unbeknownst to those in Beijio, the entire planet's Elven Races had simultaneously felt this strange sensation. Even more so, that they all began feeling this strange 'tug' when Edgar Holden arrived via his Chronosphere in Ithteca...

Iris, wide eyed and sweating from the heat radiating from Clifford plus her own internal struggles, clutched her chest tightly and was unable to move thanks to the strange 'spell' she seemed to be suffering suddenly. Gods...what now? What's happening to me now?! she thought, shaking, trying to fight this sense of being 'drained' and pick herself up and manoeuvre her way around the beast, but she could barely lift her pinky let alone move now. "Damn...it..." she exhaled, trying to pick herself up.

After the fiasco ended and the ADN had secured the Silver Craft, Iris was given care and treatment by medics. The ADN's Doctors couldn't explain the half-elf's seizure when she explained to them the details of her sudden chest pains and inability to move. Iris wasn't expecting to hear that she wasn't the only one in the Silver Craft to experience the same feeling at the very same moment; in fact, it was a worldwide phenomenon! Across the globe, almost everyone with Elven heritage were rendered immobile for a few minutes to an hour at its worse. Not too soon after this odd event, there apparently was an explosion outside of Ithtecca that could be seen in most of the southern hemisphere of Galiavan. The people inside the craft missed it thanks to its thick walls and evading the CKB was the primary focus at the time.

But now it was near the All Hallows Harvest Feast's end, and the Craft was too far wrecked to seek any enjoyment in the Haunted Ghost Theme Park area of the Craft. Irisveil Von Houten sits around the 'spooky' event square area of the ward and tries to compensate her loss with a sugary treat. She wears her expensive outfit she got for the event with silent disappointment:



She suckles the handmade confection listlessly as she tries to think rationally of what made her and most of the world's population in elves keel over so suddenly and quickly? Was that explosion involved as well?

Almost shockingly, the feeling returned! Her gold eyes widened, her lollipop falling to the ground while the half elf fell back with a plop! She felt like an intense crushing weight washed over her, and she thought for a moment that she perhaps summoned this feeling due to her wandering mind! The idea of summoning this...feeling out of merely thinking about it was ludicrous yet terrifying. She didn't know how long it would last, but she could hardly move like before! At least this time I'm not in combat... She thought, before thinking of the fates of other Elves. She could imagine a proud hunter in Minktail locking on her prey before falling ungracefully out of the tree and into the belly of a keropin or giant toad snuggling lazily beneath the limbs, or an Elf ADN pilot falling out of the sky and taking its passengers with it... but no such reports were... made.