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In the world of Faeo, a great moment was coming - the 18th anniversary of its creation. The cities were being decorated, taverns were filled with laughter, and everyone was getting ready for a huge celebration. But in the heart of the main organizer, Sugor, there was no joy.

Each day, his mood grew darker. Too many things were going wrong - the decorations kept falling apart, the musicians were arguing, and the beer barrels were empty. Sugor sat alone by the fire, his head in his hands, thinking this year’s anniversary would be a disaster.

And then, came Balthazar - a demon who had escaped the Cell. He had lived through endless ages of anger and boredom, but when he looked into Sugor’s tired eyes, he saw something familiar - hope, waiting for someone to light it again.

- Why so gloomy, Magmar? - Balthazar rumbled in his deep voice.
- Because everything’s falling apart - Sugor sighed - We can’t even celebrate properly.

The demon paused for a moment, then grinned.
- Maybe what you need… is a little help from hell.

From that moment, everything changed. Balthazar took charge - with his fiery hands and old alchemist skills. He traveled to the far swamps to find rare ingredients, then used his knowledge of flame and magic to create something special: Schiz-Beer - a drink so warm and lively it made even the weariest warriors laugh again.

Sugor couldn’t believe his eyes - humans, mages, and even gnomes started dancing, laughing, and singing together. What was supposed to be a failed event turned into the biggest celebration in Faeo’s history, lasting three full days and nights. Elder Verkiry even wrote a song about the demon brewer, and for the first time in months, Sugor truly smiled.

When the fireworks lit up the night sky, Balthazar stood beside him and said,
- See? You Magmars forget that sometimes all it takes is a little fire to bring back joy.

Sugor clapped him on the shoulder.
- I don’t know if you’re an angel or a demon, but without you, this celebration would never have happened.

From that day on, Balthazar was remembered not as a monster, but as the Keeper of the Beer - the demon who saved the anniversary and brought laughter back to Faeo. He became the proud supplier of Schiz-Beer to every tavern across the land.

And if, during the next anniversary, you hear a song about Balthazar echoing through the night, remember this:
Order a mug of Schiz-Beer for just 4.99g - and celebrate like a true Magmar!

“The Ember of Faeo”
By LordShadow

The drums of war echoed across the scarred lands of Faeo, rolling like thunder between the realms of Humans and Magmars. The sky above the Crossroads burned with the colors of twilight, where sparks of old magic still danced from forgotten battles.

At the edge of the field stood LordShadow, a proud warrior of Magmar blood. His armor bore the marks of countless duels; his heart carried the fire of his ancestors. Around his neck hung a small shard of crystal — a remnant of the Great Ember, said to be a gift from the Fire God himself to the first Magmars.

That night, as the stars rose over the lands of Khair, LordShadow felt it stir for the first time in centuries. A voice like molten stone whispered through his mind:
“The flame remembers the worthy.”

Beyond the hills, the Human army was gathering — banners high, blades glinting beneath the moon. The air trembled with anticipation, the earth itself humming beneath his boots. LordShadow lifted his sword, and the shard blazed with living fire.

The warriors of Magmar roared as one, and the flames spread — not destroying, but awakening. The battlefield ignited with light and fury, and Faeo’s sky bore witness to another legend born in war.

When dawn came, the smoke had cleared. The shard’s glow had faded, yet its warmth lingered within LordShadow’s chest. He looked toward the horizon and smiled.

Faeo still burned — not with ruin, but with spirit.
And somewhere, deep beneath the molten peaks of Khair, a new flame began to stir.

Eighteen Years of Legend: The Chronicle of Faeo
For eighteen rotations of the Mirrow star, the world of Faeo has vibrated with the echo of endless battles, heroic deeds, and ancient mysteries. Eighteen years ago, between the continents of Ogriy and Khair, powerful forces awakened to life – forces that would forever change the face of this land. Today, we warriors stand shoulder to shoulder to celebrate the coming of age of our saga.


From the very first clash, when Humans and Magmars crossed swords, and the great dragons Erifarius and Striagorn shook the foundations of the earth, Faeo became an arena where legends were born. We have seen triumphs and defeats, forged alliances and fought bloody wars, our hearts beating in rhythm with the battle fury.


Today, as Faeo reaches its magical coming of age, it is time to look back at the moments of glory and unite in celebration. Let the fires of battle cool for a moment, and let a festival chaos reign in the cities of O'Delvays and Dartrong. This is a time for remembrance, for sharing stories around the campfires, and for preparing for the challenges yet to come.


The world of Faeo still needs its heroes. Ahead of us are more years of adventure, new monsters to defeat, and new alliances to forge. May the might of the dragons guide our blades, and may our legend live on forever!


Happy 18th Anniversary, Faeo! Hurrah!

dear veyko,

hello this is the warrior that have repaired your flute back then, i hope you are doing well. i will not take this long since im a beautiful warrior that have no time for this kind of work. i want you to get up, wash your face and think for once that how the liches could successfully scare you ??? you handle gordts and scorpions and not only that you also keep your herd alive. HELLO ?? collect your mind immediately because we are not doing this everyday, this is the rarest moments of the year. not for you to SCARED and DEPRESSED but having your songs singed in everyones ears. everyone has a role, we fight you write. i've still got monsters to kill and you've got songs to make. don't make this more difficult.

happy anniversary
atro

this has supposed to wake veyko up from its depression. or not

to the event­ theme picture, which i shall call it by the name of.. ponder of 3oulz

”18 Card Game” —— Design for the 18th Anniversary of Faeo


Winning the Game: The game is played 1 Vs 1, Scores 18 points during the game to win
Game Deck:Contains 9 types of cards, 2 cards for each types, total 18 cards
Card type:Red (Bonecrusher) Attack head, Red (Bonecrusher) Attack body, Red (Bonecrusher) Attack legs, Blue(Heavyweight) Attack head, Blue(Heavyweight) Attack body, Blue(Heavyweight) Attack legs, Green(Dodger) Attack head, Green(Dodger) Attack body, Green(Dodger) Attack legs.





Game Start: Useing total 18 cards as the deck, each player draw 5 cards from the top of the deck.

Step1.Each player chose three cards from their hand, face down in front of them and arrange them in a row.






Step2.Each player open the first card in front of them and earns points according to their type. （see scoring rules for details)
Scoring rules (1): Like the rule in game
Red(Bonecrusher)>Blue(Heavyweight)>Green(Dodger)>Red(Bonecrusher), if win 2 point is awarded, if draw 1 point is awarded, if lose 0 point, additionally, each color will activate their own skill after win.
Red(Bonecrusher): if win, additional 1 point is awarded
Green(Dodger): if win, you can replace the card in front of you from your hand after it opened in next turn
Blue(Heavyweight): if win, your opponent cannot get point in next turn






Step3.Then each player open the remaining two cards one by one, with the same scoring rules as Step2






Step4.Each player check the 3 cards they have already opened and calculates additional points according to the color and attack direction of the cards.（see scoring rules for details) After that each player throw these 3 cards into discard pile.
Scoring rules (2):
2 cards have the same color an additional 1 point is awarded，
3 cards have the same color an additional 3 points is awarded，
2 cards attack in the same direction an additional 1 point will be awarded，
3 cards attack in the same direction an additional 3 points will be awarded.
Step5.If no one win after step 4 , each player draw 3 cards and start a new round(step1 to step5). If both players got above 18 points after step 4, the one with the highest score wins, if draw start a new round the one win a turn immediately wins.

Important:
1.During each turn in game(Step2 and Step3), if one player have scored 18 points, he immediately wins
2,When the deck is empty, shuffle the discard pile as a new deck.

How our Dragons celebrate 18 anniversary? Version for childrens xD

Lands of Oblivion – The Eternal Rift
In the mist-shrouded horizons of Faeo, where even time struggled to leave its footprints, two peoples had breathed since the earliest ages: the Eldive, children of light, and the Kroffdor, the accursed heirs of fire. They had learned to hate each other with their very first breaths. For in the essence of their creation, one had been shaped to guard order; the other, to unleash chaos.
For centuries, the war never ceased.
Swords dulled, axes shattered, armor was torn apart…
Yet the fire of hatred burning in both hearts never faded.
Hundreds of thousands fell upon the battlefields—beneath the same sky, upon the same soil, carriers of different destinies yet the same end. And all were drawn to the same inevitable door: death.
But for the Eldive and the Kroffdor, death was not an end—only an entryway.
The Call of the Oblivion Realms
At the end of every war, a thin fracture appeared in the heavens—imperceptible to the living, yet impossible for the fallen to ignore. This rift opened into a shadowed realm known in ancient tales as the Realms of Oblivion, a dim reflection of the living world.
Within these spectral lands, the Eldive’s light-forged spirits and the Kroffdor’s ember-stained shadows found shape again—never fully alive, yet never entirely dead.
They were echo-warriors, mere phantoms of their former selves.
No one bled in the Oblivion Realms.
No one truly died.
Death was simply a ritual of the cycle.
Only the war was eternal.
Two Warriors: Serin-a-Lyvar and Dravor
Among the countless clashes echoing across the realm, two spirits were drawn together—
not merely by ancient hostility, but because they were opposite reflections meant to meet.
Serin-a-Lyvar
A son of light, once a forgotten knight of the Eldive houses…
He wore a graceful, flowing armor of pale brilliance and wielded a long, slender blade pulsing with blue radiance.
His eyes shone with determination—and with echoes of a life he could no longer remember.
Each battle eroded him further, yet the spark of light within rekindled his purpose every time.
Dravor
Breaker of the Dark Flame…
Once a war-chieftain of the Kroffdor legions, long lost to history.
He bore a massive axe forged of bone and burning metal, clad in a brutal armor that smoldered like a dormant volcano.
Rage boiled within him, chained yet ever present—and beneath that rage lingered the ache of a forgotten past.
Every clash stirred a pain in him, as though his lost identity clawed upward through the darkness.
The Beginning of the Battle
In the Oblivion Realms, time halted for a single heartbeat.
The mists withdrew.
Even the shadows held their breath.
Serin-a-Lyvar raised his blade beneath the fractured light.
Dravor swung his axe, trailing a wave of crimson fire.
Two ancient spirits—carriers of two opposing worlds—
met upon the same line.
The Clash
The first strike was so powerful that the very fabric of the Oblivion Realms quaked.
Light crashed into darkness; order collided with chaos; blue flame met crimson fire.
Serin’s blade descended like a falling star.
Dravor’s axe surged upward like an erupting volcano.
When steel met steel, the sky split with brilliance—
as if the destinies of both worlds converged at a single point.
Serin staggered back, scattering shards of blue light through the mist.
Dravor charged forward with a roar, each step cracking the ground beneath him.
Every strike was a thunderbolt.
Every spark etched a new wound across the sky.
And the Cycle Continues…
In the Oblivion Realms, this clash was but a fleeting moment—
yet within that moment lay the essence of millennia of hatred.
Serin-a-Lyvar and Dravor did not remember who they once were…
but they knew, in the marrow of their spectral forms, that they were each other’s fate.
And woven into the very roots of this realm was an ancient truth:
Light cannot destroy darkness.
Darkness cannot extinguish light.
Thus the war is eternal.
The warriors are eternal.
And the Realms of Oblivion will forever echo with the sound of two souls colliding.