Lanturnacht Tale Continues! - Posted: October 4, 2015

Jahzara arranged herself once more by her archaic fire pit, pulling at and smoothing out her colorful, voluminous skirts as she sat. The woman was quite aware of the eyes glued to her as listeners began gathering again, all eager for the rest of Lanturnaucht’s tale. Jahzara fixed them all with a sly little smile and spoke.


“Last I left you,” she began, her low, hypnotic voice carrying easily, so every ear heard clearly, “our story had barely begun. Phantoms were terrorizing the innocent, new settlers of Darkwood Hollow. They had conquered their fear of the daylight and were not restricting their attacks to the moonlit hours anymore. Settlers found themselves pelted with pommes every hour of the day; it was relentless, merciless…yet no one had risen up to fight back.” Jahzara’s smile widened; she paused, letting her words bury themselves deeper into her audience’s minds.

“Then a young Mistican named Jill was struck hard on the head with a clockwork pomme. Her older brother, Jack, became enraged at the unprovoked attack. His sister was sweet, docile…and how dare anyone, he thundered, attack her!” Jahzara’s voice had risen powerfully, but then her volume suddenly dropped. Her listeners leaned in closer. “Impulsive and angry, Jack hefted a pommekin and hurled it at the cackling phantom with all his strength - and it drove the creature away!

The cause…well, no one could really understand it, but it seemed that the phantoms feared pommekins. Jack concocted a brilliant plan…and prepared to address the entire group of settlers - the lone, brave soul willing to stand up for the beaten down Misticans.” And Jahzara stopped there, much to her audience’s consternation. She simply smiled her serene, mysterious little smile at their protests and outbursts, standing gracefully and smoothing out her skirts once again, obviously preparing to leave. “I will be back with the ending tomorrow,” she said, “so use this time to think on what I have already said.” With that, Jahzara turned and swept away from the fire, swallowed by darkness.

~Mistic Team

FAN-damonium! - Posted: January 22, 2015

The Kelpie River ran cold and quiet while weak winter beams of sunlight bounced off its surface. Few Misticans here lived above the water, so when the shadow of the blue box blocked out of the sun, it went unnoticed. The box spun wildly before one of its corners caught the ground, sending it skidding along the soft wet banks of the river, tearing up grass and flinging mud like a tornado.

It thudded loudly as the box finally stopped against a thick wall of mud of its own making. Skewed, its doors suddenly burst open, and ejected several brightly colored objects straight up into the sky, as though the things were rotten food being viciously spat out.

“Oh no…no, no, no…” the Doctor moaned as he stumbled out of the doors now swinging gently in the cold breeze. He adjusted his glasses, reached into his leather jacket and pulled out his screwdriver, which wasn’t really a screwdriver at all. Pointing it up in the sky its tip blinked blue; the Doctor looked at it, sighed, and pocketed it again.

“Gone, I suppose,” he said to himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Whoever finds them will be in for a bit of a surprise…”

Be on the lookout for these mysterious objects Mistica, they can be found in Mysterious Mistic Events!

Who knows what sorts of treasure they hide?
All thanks to some bumbling Doctor.. Hope the Gruleks aren't running amok again!

(Sneak Peek!)

Or Balloons!

What will you be collecting?
Don't forget to stop by and see Erika at the Village Bakery, she has some Fan-Tastic Treats!

This event is for you, our amazing community and ultimate FANS. We tried to hit a broad range of interests, you may recall some boards over the past few months asking about fandoms. Over the next week, we have LOTS more fun up our sleeves so don't wander too far away and enjoy all the free and fun collectibles!

~Mistic Team
Don't miss out on these avatars!

Merry Mistmas!! - Posted: December 25, 2014

King Blithe, Aurelius and Meriklaus chatted happily in Keilly’s cafe; each had a mug of hot cocoa with a candy cane sticking out of it. They talked of Mistmas cheer and viewed the clear night and starry skies; fortunately, Ravi-Sorin was just warm enough to sit outside but just cool enough to enjoy a warm drink.

A sudden chill ran through them all as Frost landed next to their table, stumbling to his knees. He was frantic and out of breath, panting a few times before he could speak. “Please, you have to help her! She could die!” He didn’t even stand, speaking from on his knees as if he were begging.

“Woah! What? Who?” asked Blithe as he caught his mug before it tipped over.

“What’s going on?” Meriklaus asked at the same time.

“Boreal. Please, you have to help her! She’s dying!” Frost begged; his icy eyes shone with concern.

“Boreal!” Aurelius exclaimed.

“Her magic backfired. Please, you have to help!”


Meriklaus’s shyre pulled her sleigh and its passengers right in front of Boreal’s castle. It was eerily quiet. The large front door was open, rocking a few inches back and forth in the wind. Frost didn’t hesitate. Before the sleigh had fully stopped, he leapt out and raced inside. Aurelius and King Blithe exchanged an uneasy look before heading inside as well.

The found Frost kneeling next to Boreal, who was unconscious and covered in deep cuts and glass shards. Her breathing was shallow; it didn’t look good.

“If we did nothing, we probably could save ourselves a big headache next year,” Blithe grumbled, only half serious. Frost shot him an ice glare.

“That isn’t how we do things on Mistmas,” Meriklaus lightly scolded.

She placed her hooves together, and light and magic gathered there. Being Mistmas day, her magic was exceptionally strong. Queen Boreal’s wounds healed within a few minutes; her dark eyes fluttered open.

Trying to regain her sense of dignity as a queen, she pulled herself to her feet, glaring at her guests. “What are you doing here?” She stood firmly, hiding the fact her legs still felt weak; she would never willingly show weakness in front of her enemies.

“Are you okay?” Frost asked without acknowledging her question.

“Get out,” Boreal spoke with the warmth of a blizzard. “All of you--get out now!”  Without waiting to see if they’d actually leave, she turned around and stormed deeper into her castle, slamming the doors behind her with a loud thud.

It was awkwardly silent for a moment between the others before King Blithe spoke up, “I suppose it would be asking too much to hear a ‘thank you’.”

“We should respect her wishes and leave,” Meriklaus said. Aurelius nodded in agreement, and they all headed out into the bright morning sun that sparkled off of the fresh snow.

“What happened to her? She doesn’t even know how to have fun any more?” Frost asked; he sounded bewildered and sulky.

“I can’t imagine the queen ever having fun,” Blithe remarked.

“A smile wouldn’t hurt her ever---” Aurelius was cut off when a snow ball nailed him directly in the face. Frost smirked, tossing another snowball up into the air and catching it again. Meriklaus took one look at Aurelius’s dumbstruck expression and fell to her back laughing. “Do you think this is funny?” Aurelius said while spitting out flakes.

“Yes!” Meriklaus barely managed to hiccup amid laughter.

Frost also chuckled until a massive snowball knocked him off his feet. King Blithe whistled innocently as snowy clumps clung to his paws. Meriklaus only laughed harder. Within moments, all four were engaged in a snowball fight, which quickly spread across Mistica as people everywhere celebrated the day with family and friends.

Merry Mistmas, everyone!
Snowy Field
click the above image to head to the snowball field and join the FUN!

~Mistic Team 


A Promise Fulfilled - Posted: August 9, 2014

Dakota pulled his hat lower over his eyes as he stepped out from the shade of the repository. He looked up at the sky, blue and clear, but the skeleton in the relic room had his mind occupied.


It wasn’t labeled but the bones were perfectly preserved and displayed with expensive metal wire coated to resist corrosion. Dakota even suspected some magic was involved. Why would someone take such care and then not bother to label what they’d preserved?

Dakota sighed and leaned up against what had been called the Lost Door. The gargoyles would have to find a new title for themselves, he thought, though Blackrock was living out the “guardian” part quite well. Gargoyle guards, stern and armed, were always stationed at the door’s entrance. They were looking at Dakota with raised eyebrows now, as though wondering why he was desecrating their sacred relic with his shoulder.


A little unnerved, Dakota decided to head back inside. Maybe there was something he missed about that skeleton…


But all was as he’d left it. The lirionox growled, kicked a rock at the wall just because and turned to leave again, only to be suddenly face to face with Pandoria.


The goddess stood there quite calmly. In fact, she had a bit of a smile on her face; Dakota wondered if she thought his startled expression funny and scowled.

“I see you’ve found this place. I wondered when you would,” she said.

Dakota snorted. “And a great help you’ve been,” he retorted.

Pandoria’s jaw tightened but, to Dakota’s surprise, she didn’t smite him then and there for his attitude. Instead she held out her staff and the gem atop it began to pulse and glow. White tendrils of light shot out and formed themselves into what Dakota recognized as a fossil, looking oddly like it would fit the skeleton Pandoria stood beside.

“You will start finding these soon,” she explained, “and when you do, bring them to Raimia. She will know what to do with the magic I left in them.”

“What are you talking about? Fossils? Are you bringing back creatures from the dead now?” Dakota demanded.

“In a sense,” Pandoria said, “they’ve always had life left in them, preserved until now. These Lysadors have a fascinating history, you know…you must ask one to tell you how they helped me once, long ago. And now, my promise is fulfilled.” And with a coy smile the goddess was gone.

Dakota blinked, feeling blindsided. He’d come here for relics, but reports had recently come in of imps sneaking around, and now this...

Introducing the Lysador!

These special pets will be quite hard to get, but you'll definitely have fun trying!  Their relics can be found in the last level of Mining, so be sure to check in and get your digs in to grow that level!

Once you have them, you'll be able to visit the library and Raimia through the Repository! She will work her magic, and you will be able to choose your color and all other information. 

And to start things off, what better way to welcome the Lysador to Mistic than with a few giveaways?

1st- TWO lucky winners that are chosen randomly from the comments on this newspost will receive the FIRST Lysadors onsite.
(drawing will be tonight at 11;30pm- 8/9/14)

2nd- All members who spend more than $10 in credits will receive an entry into a raffle for a Lysador.

3rd- Legacy Token - Remember that mysterious figurine?

4th- Any member who spends $50 or more in a single transaction this month will recieve a Lysador Relic as a gift.  
(Previous sales will count, but they will be sent AFTER the newspost winners receive their prize!) 

Be sure to sport this new default avatar in the forums if you love it! 

~Mistic Team

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