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It is said that every 50 years, darkness will be unleashed over Erinn. The seals placed on the dungeons will weaken, allowing legions of Fomors to escape and run amok. Only Lymilark knows the fate of Erinn. Strangely enough, this phenomenon only occurs on the Autumn Equinox: Alban Elved. More specifically, the 13th night of Alban Elved.
I thought it was just a legend...until I actually saw the chaos before my eyes.
It is said that every 50 years, darkness will be unleashed over Erinn. The seals placed on the dungeons will weaken, allowing legions of Fomors to escape and run amok. Only Lymilark knows the fate of Erinn. Strangely enough, this phenomenon only occurs on the Autumn Equinox: Alban Elved. More specifically, the 13th night of Alban Elved.
I thought it was just a legend...until I actually saw the chaos before my eyes.
It began on a peaceful day in my Homestead, picking out my daily supply of Homestead Stones from the rock. I'm not sure what kind of power they hold, but with enough in possession, I was able to cultivate a personal patch of Mana Herbs. "Today is going to be a great day!" I thought. After harvesting my daily supply of Bloody and Mana Herbs, I paid Dunbarton a visit to see what was going on.
It was the usual events. People hung out, traded goods, even the occasional Elf and Giant dispute. Wait, occasional? I see that all the time! But I digress. I had a run in with one of my good friends, Miharu. He (yes, he) was browsing through a a shop when I saw him. We both exchanged hellos, but he took off to pick his daily Homestead Stones. Right after, though, I saw a familiar face. She was a giant clothed in a pure white Trinity Wear, with the matching boots. To top off it off, she has a magician hat with a big star placed on the front of the hat. I remember her being a masterful Magician, despite being a giant. She literally rolled in my sight! I never did know the learning curve of a giant Magician, so I asked her. Then, I get a (rather painful) taste of Hailstorm. Lucky for me, the Milletian's protection aura prevents one form being knocked out in one hit, so I somehow survived. Then...the people began to become restless.
"It's going to be the 13th night of Alban Elved!"
"I need to get more potions!"
"It's a curse that occurs every 50 years! You didn't know?"
"Aren't you afraid of what's going to happen?"
These responses are what I mainly heard. Then I realized the foul aura had began to form. I usually don't believe rumors, but what if it's true? The night began to grow, tension grew exponentially. I'm not too sure anymore...The 13th night had come.
Then...they appeared.
Ghouls, Ghasts and Ghosts.
Ghouls, Ghasts and Ghosts, EVERYWHERE.
I dare not try to fight them, so I made a run for it to Tailteann on my Crystal Deer. However, Tailteann succumbed to the vicious raid. In fact, it was even worse.
There was Arachne, even the Lich running amok! I didn't want to touch them with a 10-foot pole so I borrowed some of my deer's mana to hide, much like my elven companion Shiryoku. The deer may be slown to a walk, but I'd rather stay out of the fight than ask for a death wish. The people fought hard to protect the world they live in. Eventually, the battle was won by us. Then...someone called out to one of the overseers of Erinn. She(?) was a giant in a black-dyed leather armor, coupled with a yellow-colored fox muffler. She wanted the overseer to bring out MORE of the Fomors.
He listened.
I had fled before they returned, but I was told there were Master Liches. Something I DEFINITELY wouldn't try fighting. However, the tables were turned. The Master Liches turned on their summoner and even the overseer had fallen to their might.