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Houses Open for Trick-or-Treating Jomei Morningstar Ariel Lessa

The Celtic celebration of Samhain. "Souling" during All Souls' Day. "Guising" in Scotland and Ireland. Guy Fawkes Night. Many pieces came together to form the Halloween tradition that we all know and love. "Trick-or-treating" was first depicted in a Peanuts comic strip in 1951, followed closely by a Disney cartoon in 1952. Now, some estimates put world-wide Halloween candy spending at over $5 billion annually. Apparently, even being trapped inside a death-game can't stop the tradition. House Host (Handing Out Candy)

Halloween, 2025 This event will run until the 30th of November, 2359ET.

Rewards Word Count: 30,123 All Players who have reached 3 posts in this thread will receive Three (3) Mon True Tier/Participants/Post Counts: (2)Abellio - 5 | 6,624 EXP (3)Dracul - 2 | 6,657 EXP (1)Chameleon - 1 | 1,126 EXP (4)Jevi - 3 | 13,249 EXP (1)Lysette - 5 | 3,312 EXP (1)Battle Maid - 4 | 3,312 EXP (1)CosmiQueen - 6 | 3,312 EXP (4)Jeeves - 3 | 13,249 EXP (2)KnightinGale - 7 | 6,624 EXP (2)Riardon - 6 | 6,624 EXP (1)Suzume - 3 | 3,312 EXP (3)Pollux - 6 | 9,936 EXP (1)Bliss - 6 | 3,312 EXP (2)3ulogy - 2 | 6,62

Belregor falls to his knees. “I.. have… returned…” An eerie voice echoes through the battlefield. A flash of light blinds Belregor and all the players on the beach. The light fades, and everyone opens their eyes to find that they've been transported to the boss room proper. The sword, which was retrieved and returned by some of Aincrad's finest, is once more nestled in the rock. Belregor staggers over, body trembling as he attempts to draw it. The sword shakes as well, though with power, rather than exertion, the handle glowing red hot. Belregor releases the hilt, clutching his hand as h

Belregor falls to his knees. “I.. have… returned…” An eerie voice echoes through the battlefield. A flash of light blinds Belregor and all the players on the beach. The light fades, and everyone opens their eyes to find that they've been transported to the boss room proper. The sword, which was retrieved and returned by some of Aincrad's finest, is once more nestled in the rock. Belregor staggers over, body trembling as he attempts to draw it. The sword shakes as well, though with power, rather than exertion, the handle glowing red hot. Belregor releases the hilt, clutching his hand as h

Belregor falls to his knees. “I.. have… returned…” An eerie voice echoes through the battlefield. A flash of light blinds Belregor and all the players on the beach. The light fades, and everyone opens their eyes to find that they've been transported to the boss room proper. The sword, which was retrieved and returned by some of Aincrad's finest, is once more nestled in the rock. Belregor staggers over, body trembling as he attempts to draw it. The sword shakes as well, though with power, rather than exertion, the handle glowing red hot. Belregor releases the hilt, clutching his hand as h

A barrage of attacks ravaged the black knight. Flashes of lights in an array of colors swarmed around Belregor, Guardian of the Sword until his final health bar depleted. The bars vanished and yet the knight remained. A surge of new life surged throughout Belregor, a dark aura flared around the raid party restricting vision with the last thing to vanish bein the piercing red robs behind Belregor's helmet visor. The knight, cloaked in shadow, moved across the battlefield. The shattered sword vanished as another sword flew from the sea into his armored gauntlet. Three rapid strikes lashed out to

A barrage of attacks ravaged the black knight. Flashes of lights in an array of colors swarmed around Belregor, Guardian of the Sword until his final health bar depleted. The bars vanished and yet the knight remained. A surge of new life surged throughout Belregor, a dark aura flared around the raid party restricting vision with the last thing to vanish bein the piercing red robs behind Belregor's helmet visor. The knight, cloaked in shadow, moved across the battlefield. The shattered sword vanished as another sword flew from the sea into his armored gauntlet. Three rapid strikes lashed out to

A barrage of attacks ravaged the black knight. Flashes of lights in an array of colors swarmed around Belregor, Guardian of the Sword until his final health bar depleted. The bars vanished and yet the knight remained. A surge of new life surged throughout Belregor, a dark aura flared around the raid party restricting vision with the last thing to vanish bein the piercing red robs behind Belregor's helmet visor. The knight, cloaked in shadow, moved across the battlefield. The shattered sword vanished as another sword flew from the sea into his armored gauntlet. Three rapid strikes lashed out to

Final Total for Round 7: 123-3-19=101 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Sword Delivery Word Count: 9608/27000 Round 8 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

The blade called forth from the sands was soon swept up in his hands. Belregor shifted his aerial stance, as the weapon in his hand morphed to take itself apart once more. Pieces of its edge tear away from the core of its metal, stretching, reaching with an impossible growth. Its owner, uncaring, lunged forth, diving against the sole defiant from its strike prior, wheeling its body mid-flight to angle itself feetfirst at the moment of impact. His landing throws sand, gravel and ash into the atmosphere. Belregor was cloaked in a thick, impenetrable cloud. Shapeless, only a shadow of his f

The blade called forth from the sands was soon swept up in his hands. Belregor shifted his aerial stance, as the weapon in his hand morphed to take itself apart once more. Pieces of its edge tear away from the core of its metal, stretching, reaching with an impossible growth. Its owner, uncaring, lunged forth, diving against the sole defiant from its strike prior, wheeling its body mid-flight to angle itself feetfirst at the moment of impact. His landing throws sand, gravel and ash into the atmosphere. Belregor was cloaked in a thick, impenetrable cloud. Shapeless, only a shadow of his f

The blade called forth from the sands was soon swept up in his hands. Belregor shifted his aerial stance, as the weapon in his hand morphed to take itself apart once more. Pieces of its edge tear away from the core of its metal, stretching, reaching with an impossible growth. Its owner, uncaring, lunged forth, diving against the sole defiant from its strike prior, wheeling its body mid-flight to angle itself feetfirst at the moment of impact. His landing throws sand, gravel and ash into the atmosphere. Belregor was cloaked in a thick, impenetrable cloud. Shapeless, only a shadow of his f

Final Total for Round 7: 155 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Sword Delivery Word Count: 9608/27000 Round 7 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

Final Total for Round 5: 162 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Sword Delivery Word Count: 9608/27000 Round 6 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

In one swift move, Belregor shifted his raised arm backwards, pulling his body along. The mass of gathered energy, dark and seething, overflowed from the grasp of his palm to the ether through the gaps of his fist. His other arm, held horizontally out front, reflected the glow of the burning wings onto matte steel. Then, in another shift sudden, he extends his fingers, withdrawing his front arm, allowing The Black trapped within his gauntlet to be unleashed as a laser, the beam of shadows morphed with hellfire poured from his armor's gaps. The first strike was heavy, tracing the shore of

In one swift move, Belregor shifted his raised arm backwards, pulling his body along. The mass of gathered energy, dark and seething, overflowed from the grasp of his palm to the ether through the gaps of his fist. His other arm, held horizontally out front, reflected the glow of the burning wings onto matte steel. Then, in another shift sudden, he extends his fingers, withdrawing his front arm, allowing The Black trapped within his gauntlet to be unleashed as a laser, the beam of shadows morphed with hellfire poured from his armor's gaps. The first strike was heavy, tracing the shore of

In one swift move, Belregor shifted his raised arm backwards, pulling his body along. The mass of gathered energy, dark and seething, overflowed from the grasp of his palm to the ether through the gaps of his fist. His other arm, held horizontally out front, reflected the glow of the burning wings onto matte steel. Then, in another shift sudden, he extends his fingers, withdrawing his front arm, allowing The Black trapped within his gauntlet to be unleashed as a laser, the beam of shadows morphed with hellfire poured from his armor's gaps. The first strike was heavy, tracing the shore of

Enough With no more than a shout that causes the ground at your feet to tremble, all who crowd around Belregor are knocked back by an invisible force. A bellowing roar spawned from untethered rage resonates across the beach.. and the entire floor. No discernable words, but a harrowing message for all nonetheless. All of you that stand before Belregor will perish. And the others will shortly follow. With an awful screech of metal tearing, the armor protecting Belregor’s back would burst open. Flames of deep purples and violets poured form the rupture like an unfurling cape

Enough With no more than a shout that causes the ground at your feet to tremble, all who crowd around Belregor are knocked back by an invisible force. A bellowing roar spawned from untethered rage resonates across the beach.. and the entire floor. No discernable words, but a harrowing message for all nonetheless. All of you that stand before Belregor will perish. And the others will shortly follow. With an awful screech of metal tearing, the armor protecting Belregor’s back would burst open. Flames of deep purples and violets poured form the rupture like an unfurling cape

Enough With no more than a shout that causes the ground at your feet to tremble, all who crowd around Belregor are knocked back by an invisible force. A bellowing roar spawned from untethered rage resonates across the beach.. and the entire floor. No discernable words, but a harrowing message for all nonetheless. All of you that stand before Belregor will perish. And the others will shortly follow. With an awful screech of metal tearing, the armor protecting Belregor’s back would burst open. Flames of deep purples and violets poured form the rupture like an unfurling cape

Final Total for Round 4: 127 - 13 (Pollux PH not filled) = 114 + 50 (Carrying The Sword #2) = 164 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Sword Delivery Word Count: 9608/27000 Round 5 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

Final Total for Round 3: 154 Raid participants will receive | Reinforcements | +2 Base Damage {DPS}, +50 Mitigation {Tank}, +25 EN {Support}, +1 Disable Activation Range {Scout} Raid participants will receive | Renewed Hope | All currently drained [Crystal of Divine Light], [Horrifying Visage] Disabled! Sword Delivery Word Count: 9608/27000 Round 4 has begun Players will have 72 hours to make a post [Countdown Timer]

The Knight took it all in stride. A veritable army assembled before him. Struggling - desperately so - to topple him. But he had an answer for everything they could throw at him. A counter to their dominance. Deliberately missing their barbed vanguard. Absorbing the unholy flames of their back line. Simply resummoning the sorrows so painstakingly dispelled. Perhaps he smiled beneath his helm. Could he feel it, Belregor would be gleeful at his vexations. He suffered through their attacks, failing to buckle. They had not broken through. Not even close. And it must have been killing them.