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August Chronicles are now published. Please enjoy them, and comment on your favorite Articles! There is a puzzle for you to solve, can you earn some MC and a little MP for your pocket?
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Art
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2nd- Major
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Writing
1st- ArcticPaw
2nd- Kite

Poetry
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Remember that we are always on the lookout for writers for the Chronicles. If your entry is published, you could win this exclusive Avatar and some MP for your hard work. Head to the Newsdesk, located in the games section to get your articles in!


Look for a Return of You Ask, We Answer in next month's Chronicles. And a new way to submit your questions! Whenever you may have them!


There are also a few new published books for everyone in Mistica to enjoy! The following titles now have stories to accompany them in the Library! Two of these tomes are brand new! Who will be the first to read their stories?

~Mistic Team

Mistica Kingdom had gone from an open stretch of green, grassy land to the hub of royalty. The grand castle situated there, with its high towers and spires of colorful lacquer and walls of silvery white stone, was a wonder of the land. The courtyard and gardens overflowed with vivid flowers and the halls bustled with noble lords and ladies of the king’s court while servants in livery tended to their needs.

Joel was shocked to find himself among the waited on and not the couriers and maids. He walked with the nobility, their curiosity about this up-and-coming common man overriding their high-born pride. And so when the king summoned Joel to the throne room, the young farmer found himself being bowed to by a pageboy and escorted by one of the king’s uniformed guards, who walked a pace in front of him to open the large double doors to the cavernous throne room.

Joel approached the triplet thrones, two of which were empty. Alana was not here, nor the queen, but the king sat atop his looking down at Joel with a curious expression. The farmer thought that he saw dislike there, but maybe a bit of grudging acceptance as well, maybe even pride?

“You have, so far, exceeded my expectations, Joel,” the king began, his deep voice echoing off the walls, “I admit when I set these tasks, I did not plan on you succeeding…but you have.” And if Joel was not mistaken, a flicker of a smile tugged at the king’s lips as he spoke. “There is one last thing I will charge you with. Now that the castle has been finished and settled in, I wish for you to organize a banquet for myself and my court. You will need to employ the help of the common Misticans and shopkeepers as well as the kitchens here. Good luck.”

Joel hadn’t gotten a word in but recognized the dismissal and took it without protest. He bowed again, turned smartly on his heel and left the throne room and the king, his face set and determined. If he could weave a throne from flowers, if he could make himself look like royalty…well, a feast was quite feasible.

He immediately went to Aibrean’s tower room and told the Sprite the task he’d been given. She smiled and clapped her hands, delighted to see the king coming around and these quests coming to an end.

“I need another message sent to the Mistican people, just one last,” Joel said, smiling; he couldn’t help it, not now that his love was so close! “It will be impossible for me to gather the food myself, so they will need to go to the shops and acquire food – only the best, mind,” he added firmly.

Airean had already whipped out her pen and parchment and was lettering out Joel’s instructions as he dictated them.

And as the plea went out, it did not, of course, go unnoticed by the crafty King Mephitic. He sat atop his own dark throne, looking out at the dead, wilted mess that was the twisted copy of Joel’s masterpiece for his princess. A pile of dark, tattered rags sat atop it, as though waiting for someone to take them.

Hurried footsteps scrabbling in the dirt and gravel made Mephitic look up. One of his Imps, panting and wiping sweat from his brow, stood at the foot of the king’s throne, clutching a piece of parchment in one dirty, clawed hand.

“Your Majesty!” The Imp greeted his king with a bow so low his nose nearly touched the dirt, “That impostor king has set Joel one last task! I heard it while prowling around the castle, and then this was recently spread throughout Mistica!” He held out the parchment to King Mephitic, who took it with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm…” He frowned, his fangs grinding as he read each line. “Well…this was not planned for, but I imagine we can use it to our own advantage,” he said finally, smirking now, “Joel needs food? Well, simply take it from him!” Mephitic laughed, and it was a cold sound that made even his Imp spy step back. “He cannot throw a feast without food. Raid the shops and make sure he gets nothing! We will rob him and make him look the fool, right before I crush him completely!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” The spy agreed. He bowed and ran off to gather more faithful Imps, ready to ruin this last task and the entire Mistica Kingdom.

Alright, Mistica…
It’s time to raid the shops! Joel needs only the highest quality food for this royal feast, so go out and collect any food item of Special, Rare and Super Rare rarity to turn in to your Headquarters!

The dull echo of footsteps on marble floors alerted Alana to her visitors. She swung her legs over the bed and stood, grabbing a silk robe to tie around her waist as there was a soft knock on her bedchamber’s door.

“Come in,” she said, and a moment later Aibrean’s petite frame walked over the threshold, two of Alana’s bodyguards behind her. They took rigid positions at the door as Aibrean shut it behind her, regarding the princess with wide, confused eyes. She’d never been summoned in the middle of the night before.

“Is something troubling you, my Lady?” Aibrean inquired. As she stepped closer to the princess, she could see, even in the dim moonlight coming through the window, dark circles shadowing Alana’s usually sparkling blue eyes.

Alana nodded, wringing her hands and beginning to pace, the robe fluttering about her ankles. “Yes,” she said shortly, unsure how to say what she wanted without sounding melodramatic – or worse, crazy. “These past two nights my dreams have been…nightmares.” Alana shuddered, drawing the robe closer around her slender body. “I see a dark forest of twisted black trees, and the smell of decay makes me sick even though it’s not real. I walk forward, and there are black shapes around me; they have fangs and red eyes and…” Alana all but fell back onto her bed, hunching over as though trying to become as small as possible. “…I can see the throne Joel built me, but it looks…evil. The flowers are dead and wilted and there are thorns twisted over the entire thing. The creatures beside me suddenly throw me into it, and I wake up.”

Aibrean’s eyes had gotten consistently wider with every word the princess spoke. A dark forest, fanged shapes, and dead flowers…the little Sprite thought she knew all too well what Alana was dreaming of, and considered for a moment lying to save the young woman from more sleepless nights. But then, Aibrean realized, Alana was a princess, destined to be a queen, and had to be made of sterner stuff than she looked.

“You know something,” Alana said after a few moments, and Aibrean cursed her betraying face.

The Sprite sighed. “Yes, I do…my Lady, I think you’re dreaming of the Imps. I thought they’d been too quiet all this time. They stole the plans for your throne, and so I suppose they built their own version of it, and…well…I can only assume they somehow, er, want…you.”

A ringing silence followed these words. Alana gripped her robe in her fists, trying to keep herself from shaking as she nodded mutely. She knew little of the Imps, but it was enough to frighten her.

“I have many protectors,” Alana said finally, willing her voice to stay steady, “Joel, my father, my guards…I cannot allow a dream to ruin me. Thank you, Aibrean.”

Recognizing the dismissal, Aibrean curtsied and left, and once she was alone in the dark marble halls of the palace, broke into a run. Joel had to know.

~Mistic Team

As soon as the royal family and their attendants arrived in the grand hall, Joel pushed open the large doors to the throne room and led them all inside. Every inch was a work of art. The high ceiling had been painted with an intricate mural, the pillars had been carved to the minutest detail, the floor was covered with a dazzling mosaic. But the highlight, everyone agreed, was the set of three thrones at the end of the room.

“It's gorgeous!” Princess Alana couldn't help but exclaim as she hurried over to get a closer look at her floral throne. Each petal was perfect and carefully and artistically placed so that they wouldn't be crushed when she sat down. As Alana examined it, the scent wafted around the room, better than any perfume.

“Princess, your manners!” gasped the lady-in-waiting, but with no avail.

“Well done,” said the king, reluctantly, after a long moment. He could find no flaw in either the throne or Joel's attire and hated to admit it.

“Thank you, your majesty,” replied Joel, sincerely.

“Aibrean!” the king called. “Come with me. I want a full report on everything that happened.”

The sprite practically jumped at being addressed, “yes, sir!” She hurried after him as fast as she could as he swept out of the room.

As soon as they were alone in the antechamber, the king turned to her and Aibrean bowed, “All went well, your majesty. Joel worked hard and gathered the support of the people to...” She continued to give her account, occasionally checking her notebook; the king made no comment until she was finished.

“That's all?” the king asked, his tone unreadable.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Then I need one more thing,” he continued. “I need to design a third task worthy of the man who thinks he can marry my daughter.

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Meanwhile, deep in the Darkwoods, King Mephitic had gathered all of his followers. He stood before them, greeting them in a loud voice. “Do you hear that sickening sound of rejoicing coming from our unwelcomed neighbors? How dare they bring beauty and...ugh...love into the territory of us imps?”

His dark minions hissed and jeered at the promptings in the speech. None of them had slept well since the construction had begun, and now all of them were feeling thoroughly sick as the scents of Joels garden infiltrated even their darkest hiding places.

“We will endure this no more!” continued King Mephitic. “We will turn their celebration into despair and turn their beauty into decay! We will show them that I, King Mephitic, am the true king of this land!”

The imps cheered and waved their clawed hands into the air, getting worked into a frenzy.

“So let them enjoy their illusions of peace and love because my plans are nearing fruition!” King Mephitic turned to his closest underlings. “Is the clothing ready yet?”

 

~Mistic Team

The Weekly Raffle has come to a close, and we are very happy to announce the latest lucky Mistican to fill their coffers!

Congratulations to Rhythm, who has won 300,000 MC in this weeks raffle!

Head on over to purchase your tickets now for a chance to win big!

Thanks, Mistic Team.

Aibrean exclaimed that it was, indeed, time to gather up the collection of dyed fabrics from all over Mistica.

"Head to your headquarters and turn in your fabric, we'll have Joel arrayed in splendor in no time flat!"

She returned to her tower, working on her  puppet stage thinking to herself about Joel's journey to see the jolly old bear King Blithe.



She mused on the increased imp activity in the are and absently re-set a scene from earlier.


She wondered just what the sneaky Imp King had on his mind. Reports had surfaced and she had an accounting of the stolen plans and she knew of his own dark throne. What use could he have for such a thing?

Notes
Gather your fabric and turn it in for your side! Aibrean and Joel are collecting for his new wardrobe, fit to woo a Princess! And King Mephitic is collecting fabric for his own murky ends. Which team is in the lead? Time will tell!

~Mistic Team

Misticans all over have been gathering up the supplies that Maury bungled on his delivery, but many more are still hard at work in their gardens!!


Joel approached Kalla Lily and asked if she could stop stocking seeds for a time, so that all the fabric and dye could be picked up. She agreed to help the besotted young man in his quest.  She would of course, still have garden tools for any that needed them!

Find those dye pots and fabric! Aibrean has been hard at work designing Joel's new clothes and they are going to make the Royal family stand up and take notice!

~Mistic Team

 

The Weekly Raffle has come to a close, and we are very happy to announce the latest lucky Mistican to fill their coffers!

Congratulations to Katalae, who has won 545,500 MC in this weeks raffle!

Head on over to purchase your tickets now for a chance to win big!

Thanks, Mistic Team.

Misticans all over the land are gathering Maury's wayward supplies and Joel has been contemplating what lies ahead of him and of course the impending royal move!


Thoughout all this hustle and bustle, we take a moment to celebrate Dillon200's birthday!  We may be a little late in this celebration, but it does not dim the heartfelt wishes we send her way! So come join her celebration board in Mistic Chat and join in the fun!

Zaffy is stocking a very strange and creepy pal, can you get your mits on one?

Collect and dye those fabrics Mistica! Joel is almost ready to receive them! You may also want to keep an eye out for a certain Pixie, rumour has it that she's out and carrying both a special box and a slot coin this weekend!


~Mistic Team

“…It’s a big delivery, Maury, but you can handle it!” Aibrean was saying as she led the Phelocan through the palace’s halls, down a winding staircase and into one of the lower storage rooms. She fished around in her tunic’s front pocket for a large metal key, stuffed it into the door’s lock and shoved it open.

Maury’s beak dropped open mutely; boxes filled the entire room, all neatly stacked, right up the ceiling! His own feet and claws had always sufficed for deliveries, but he wasn’t so sure about this.

“It’ll take…a few trips…” Said the Phelocan after several long, silent moments. In his head he tried to figure how many flights from the castle to all the Mistican shops it would take to get the boxes delivered but stopped; it wasn’t helping his anxiety.

“Oh, I know,” Aibrean assured him, still smiling and unaware of her companion’s inner turmoil, “but you can do it! You have plenty of time, anyway; Joel did the hard work, getting all the cotton here, now we just need a little help from the shopkeepers to put it all together. Even His Majesty doesn’t expect Joel to sew an entire wardrobe himself, but I think he considered it,” the Sprite giggled.

And so Aibrean left Maury to work. He went about stacking boxes together into manageable piles, then with the help of some of the palace servants, tied them together and took flight up the stairs and out the nearest window.

What he didn’t realize was how weak the string was. Such was Maury’s stress over his enormous task that he didn’t count the boxes upon delivery, and never noticed the string snapping and packages raining down all over Mistica below him.


Hours later, he was finished and reported to Aibrean. The Sprite, however, was not pleased; she’d already been receiving complaints from abroad of strange parcels landing on people’s heads! Horrified, she asked Maury what had happened, and after a quick inspection of the grounds around the palace and finding broken string, cloth and dye pots all over, they came to the only conclusion.

Maury was speechless and kept stuttering apologies, but Aibrean, knowing that shouting and getting angry wouldn’t get the supplies to the right places, patted him on his wing and told him to go back and mind his shop. She had some bad news for Joel.

She found the man finishing a late dinner in his quarters, and relayed what had happened as quickly as she could, hoping his sharp mind could get them out of this mess.

“None of the shopkeepers got their supplies?” Joel asked, determined to be sure, and Aibrean shook her head.

“None,” she confirmed.

Joel sighed, massaging his now throbbing temples with his fingers. How on earth was he going to do this? Failure now wasn’t possible; the throne was complete and the King and Queen had already been notified! He was too close to finishing this, and he couldn’t let Alana down.

And then it came to him. “Mistica helped me with the throne, right?” He said, jumping up; Aibrean was shocked to see a smile on his suntanned face. “Send out another plea. If they can gather the supplies, this can still work!”

Aibrean grinned. She could see now why the King was giving Joel this chance; the man refused to give up. She dashed up the stairs and up to her tower room, penning a cry for help for the would-be prince.

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The Imps just may want to get in on the action, every bit you get keeps it from those perky Sprites!


Take your dye pots and fabric that you find randomly onsite and take it to King Blithe in the Blizzard Domain. You'll be able to dye the fabric and collect the different colors that are needed. I'm sure your team will ask you to hand them in soon!*

~Mistic Team

*These items (Dye Pots and Fabric) Will show up on your screen. You need to see and click the image to gain your item. Enjoy the hunt! Empty Dye Pots are stocking Rosebud's Holiday Goodies shop, just like at Ostara!

The palace’s throne room was enormous, Joel thought to himself as he stepped back to survey his masterpiece. Enormous windows set high made the silvery marbled walls shine as sunlight poured in, and it seemed to illuminate a single seat set on a marble dais, slightly below two others, which at the moment were empty.

The thrones for the king and queen hadn’t arrived but Joel had finished his first task. The princess’s throne of flowers almost glowed in its spotlight, the petals relishing the sunlight and opened wide to it, bright enough to put any rainbow to shame. Their sweet smell filled the cavernous throne room and Joel thought, with its intricate weaving and flawless blossoms, that the king and queen couldn’t possibly find fault with his creation.

Aibrean poked her head in, walking on the tips of her toes so as to not disturb Joel. He was sweaty and his overalls were rolled up so they wouldn’t shake dirt out onto the smooth, shining floors; the thorns of roses had scratched up his calloused hands and she could see green leaves poking out of his clothing. But, she thought, he looked proud, despite how bone weary he had to be. Joel approached the throne, laying a single perfect rose on the seat, a first gift for his Princess.

The sprite turned, deciding to leave Joel to revel in his accomplishment. She trotted along hallways and up a tower’s staircase to her own room, and on her little desk she saw a note. The king’s wax seal was pressed on the front, and, smiling, she opened it.
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In Darkwood Hollow, King Mephitic – or rather, his Imp minions – had been busy. In the shadows of his kingdom another throne, lower and smaller than his own of course, had been erected, a direct mockery of the beauty that Joel had created.

The flowers were dark and dull, bloated as if with disease and hanging limp and heavy. Thorns protruded throughout the woven leaves and stems, and the rotten smell of decay hung around it. Mephitic grinned; it was perfect. He laid a single dark rose on the seat and his face held a smug and satisfied smirk.

Those Sprites would never plague him again, not after this year.
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We will still be collecting flowers that you all worked so hard on. We were able to adjust turn in credits and will be sorting through them behind the scenes over the next few days.  Stay tuned for the developments!

~Mistic Team

This month, get your creative caps on and think up some fantastical creations, our contests center around Alchemy fun! Come up with a scene of alchemy mayhem, put your alchemical prose to work or regale us with a tale of adventurous fun. We can't wait to see all the entries!

This also means that contest entries from last month have been approved and are up for VOTING!


~Mistic Team

Take note that you can now find not only pals, but garden tools while raking and gardening!

The Weekly Raffle has come to a close, and we are very happy to announce the latest lucky Mistican to fill their coffers!

Congratulations to Radon, who has won 650,600 MC in this weeks raffle!

Head on over to purchase your tickets now for a chance to win big!

Thanks, Mistic Team.

The throne was coming together wonderfully! Perfect blooms decorated it and more were being looked for even as Aibrean surveyed the progress.

She turned to head to the gardens, pulling up short when a giant flower turned and LOOKED at her!  What is this fantastic creature?

An Overgrowth Zisscor! What a wonderful surprise! Pandoria may have been influenced by all the gardening in Mistica to bring forth this fantastical creature!

Meanwhile, deepwithin Darkwood Hollow, King Mephitic is making progress of his own. It turns out the Imps DID steal the plans, and built a rather lovely dark throne of their own. And they are gathering blooms as well, let's peek at their progress!

Why would King Mephitic be going through all this trouble? Seems like something bigger may be brewing...

~Mistic Team

Aibrean had put her pen to paper to tell of the story of the Princess and her Gardner. She daydreamed as she contemplated where the story was going when suddenly a grand idea came to her!

She gathered supplies and got to work pausing hours later to unveil her handiwork.  A small stage, much too small for actors, even ones that were sprite sized as herself!  She opened the curtains to display the first scene, familiar to many Misticans:



As the curtains came to a close, she rearranged her scenery and unveiled what appeared to be a glimpse of the future. Just how much did Aibrean know of her people's history with King Mephitic?


"This shall be the perfect way to relay the story! This will definitely make for an interesting wedding feast. I hope we make it..."

The curtains closed once more, and Aibrean left her tower to attend her own small garden, intent on helping Joel with his fantastic throne.  She had caught a glimpse earlier and Joel had entrusted the design to her keeping. It was tucked away in her belt...

But wait! The design was gone!  Joel had already completed most of the throne, but what sneaky scoundrel would have been interested in those designs? Stricken, Aibrean hurried to make sure the Throne was safe.

It was safe! She summoned guards to make sure it would stay that way.  Aibrean had an inkling that the imps were behind the stolen plans but how could she ever prove it?

~Mistic Team

The heady, sweet smell of flowers hung around Joel’s greenhouse like a low cloud. Joel looked out upon his enormous garden, each plot carefully planted with the most beautiful flowers he could think of. Now, the dark soil was a riot of color and mingling scents as his flowers opened their vivid petals to the sun.

They were all lovely, delicate wonders of nature, but Joel realized he didn’t have enough for a throne, not when he could only build it with absolutely perfect blooms. Alana’s throne was going to be a wonder of Mistica, the farmer had long decided, and if that took him searching through every single petal he grew then so be it.

Joel looked back to the castle and up one of the towers, where he could just see Aibrean’s quarters. The little sprite had her window thrown open to the breeze and sun, as usual, and even a few small birds perched on her windowsill. She had long since sent out pleas for help, articulated by Joel, to the Mistican public, and Joel prayed to Pandoria that they had all come through. If he had all of Mistica on his side, the King couldn’t possibly refuse him.

Now was the time to gather everyone’s flowers and start weaving them into the most wondrous thing Joel had ever set his hands to.


Unbeknownst to the hardworking Joel, the shadows of Darkwood Hollow were stirring. King Mephitic had been suspicious about the lack of Sprite activity this spring and had sent out spies days ago, and now they had come back with highly unsettling news.

A new King. A farmer growing gardens for his lady love. A Sprite recording it all.

So the Sprites were playing a trickier game this year! Mephitic hadn’t expected the colorful little pests to be teaming up with another royal entity, but they apparently supported this Joel’s cause. But King Mephitic had his own sympathizers; his Imp spies had already gotten a hold of the greenhouse plans, distributing them among the shadier Misticans.

And now the foul king needed those tainted blooms for his own plans. With the Sprites and this unknown king making an alliance, Mephitic couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear at the thought of his enemy’s power increasing. He smiled, showing off yellowed teeth, and knew he had to bring this romance to an end.

Head to your team page and turn in your best flowers!!

The Weekly Raffle has come to a close, and we are very happy to announce the latest lucky Mistican to fill their coffers!

Congratulations to Sherry, who has won 857,300 MC in this weeks raffle!

Head on over to purchase your tickets now for a chance to win big!

Thanks, Mistic Team.

Aibrean walked away from her window and the panoramic view of the kingdom it provided. From her high tower the little sprite could see for miles, and today the cloudless blue skies and bright sunlight made it seem as though the entire world was within her sight. She smiled as a breeze ruffled her short, tousled hair and went to sit down at her small desk, feet swinging over the carpet as she took up a pen.

Bending over the cream-colored parchment laid out flat on the desk, Aibrean began to write, a smile on her face. She did so love being the scribe, recording important events and saving them for the future. Today, she would begin the saga of Joel and his lady love…

It was astounding that the farmer Joel had even been allowed to lay eyes on the princess Alana. He was lowest of the low, poor, without even a surname to identify him. But Joel was steadfast and his hands never ceased working; he did not wallow in his sorry station but took it as a challenge to rise higher.

This farmer’s knowledge was unparalleled. Even in summers where the ground was cracked and spurted dust at the slightest touch, Joel’s small farm produced good crops. His feats even impressed the king, who invited the man to the royal court so as to discuss making Joel head of the king’s own farmers and gardeners.

And as Joel was escorted through the king’s grand palace, dressed in his ragged, dirt-stained overalls because that was all he had to wear, he saw Alana. With her flowing silvery skirts swirling around delicate ankles and wrapped about her small waist, and her brilliant green eyes as she looked his way for only a moment, Joel found his heart lost to her.

Joel worked under the supervision of the king's men for several weeks, enjoying better pay and living than he’d ever experienced. Alana seemed to appear quite often, walking by with her maids and ladies as he worked, and when her escorts were looking the other way, she spoke to him.

“I have never seen anyone so diligent,” Alana said one day, smiling, not bothering with a greeting; she knew she had only seconds before her ladies would turn their attentions back to her again.

Stunned, Joel took a moment to take in this compliment. “Thank you, My Lady, but I only do as I’m told,” he said, though on the inside he glowed with pride.

“It takes a humble man to do as he’s told,” Alana replied, and then she had to turn and walk away because one of her companions had noticed how close she’d been standing to Joel. The princess managed to give him a smile over her shoulder and then she swept away.

Aibrean grinned down at her work and set down her pen. Well, of course that was only the beginning, but her hand was starting to cramp. She had plenty of time to tell the story of the two lovers, and wanted to do it right.

Joel has been hard at work at the throne, it'll soon be time to start turning in your flowers, are you getting in a lot of gardening? He needs to gather a lot to find the PERFECT blooms for the throne!

Meanwhile in deep within Darkwood Hollow, Mephitic has not been idle!
What have those imps been up to?

~Mistic Team

As Misticans across the land settle in and toil in the dirt of their gardens, work continues at the Castle. Joel is having the WORST luck with garden tools and went to talk to Kallla Lilly about the situation.

"Well, I'm not sure what I can do but I can look for another supplier I suppose, but that may take some time!  I'll put out all my stock though and have it available, 100's of them, all ready for the gardeners to enjoy!"

Joel returned to his plots of land, determined to grow and harvest the best possible flowers. All the while, the wheels turned in his head as to how he was going to tackle this Throne for the love of his life.

Notes:

Gardening should display all items available at all times. Stock has been upped on tools to 100 for Fertilizer and Rakes, and 500 for watering cans and trowels. We are looking into the trowel breakage issue still.

 Regarding finding items in the soil. You can find exclusive Gardening MisticPals while you grub in the dirt!  There are 8 to find/collect!



The plot will progress soon, but we wanted to get these kinks worked out so that the gardening can be fun and a big part of the plot. Enjoy yourselves!

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~Mistic Team

Thus far, this has been a quiet Mistican springtime. Flowers have sprouted and bloomed unhampered by the Imps, though the foul creatures still lurk in the shadows of Darkwood Hollow, congregating under the rule of their king. Pandoria has been thrilled (and a bit shocked) to see how well things are going and that she hasn’t (yet) had to step in to stop a war.

The ever watchful goddess, however, certainly noticed activity brewing in the neighboring Mistica Kingdom. Where previously it had been empty and silent, left to the wilderness as an unexplored land, a single man landed. Paddled to shore in a small row boat let down from a much larger vessel, he stepped onto the beach wearing plain, somewhat ragged clothes and with just a single bundle slung over his back.

Surveying the unfamiliar, grassy scenery before him with some apprehension, Joel started off towards the plot of land where a grand castle was in the last stages of construction. Workers toiled around enormous mounds of silvery-grey stones, all cut with perfect, clean angles, ready to be sealed together. Joel made the trek around the front courtyard, which was nearly finished, to an entrance in the very rear where servants would be kept. Here he passed two guards who waved him through and settled into his temporary quarters, though any hope for sleep was dashed as he heard a high-pitched voice call out to him from his own bed.

“You’re Joel! I’m Aibrean, the king’s scribe and your guide, and I’ve been waiting!” The little sprite leapt lightly onto the floor and held out a tiny hand for Joel’s calloused one to shake. Smiling, she turned bright eyes on him and gestured back outside, where she showed him to an enormous, curved glass structure.

“This is where you’ll be working,” she announced, bouncing on the balls of her boot clad feet, “As the king explained, your first task is to make the princess a fitting throne for her arrival. She wants it covered in flowers, and you’ll grow them here.”

Aibrean looked delighted about all of this but Joel frowned, feeling quite overwhelmed. “A throne of flowers? That…that won’t be easy…” His voice trailed off and he immediately felt ashamed of himself, complaining, when it was amazing enough that he was even being given this chance! The king didn’t want a commoner to marry his beloved daughter, but he’d agreed to allow Joel the chance to prove his worth. And apparently the king was not easily satisfied.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re allowed to ask for help,” said Aibrean, grinning, “I think His Majesty meant it that way, really. A good plan to see if you’re a decent leader, see? I’ve put out the word of your arrival, and Misticans all over are being asked to grow flowers for this effort.” But then the sprite’s face fell, and she bit her bottom lip, surveying the area. “We’re close to Darkwood Hollow though, so I’d watch out for Imps. Hopefully the little buggers won’t cause any trouble.”

Joel nodded, suppressing a sigh. Tired as he was, he knew he needed to get to work.

Aibrean had work of her own to do. She was going to Chronicle Joel's endeavors and she already had the basics to do what she wished and tell the story of a gardener who loved a princess...

Meantime in Darkwood Hollow, King Mephitic was in a foul mood. Kept awake in the daylight hours by all the construction he was even more bad tempered than usual. When he caught wind of the gardener's task and a throne of flowers he began his own set of plans.

Which team are you going to join Mistica? Which side will you support?

Side Notes!

I'm sure your head is spinning, so we have assembled a guide for you to help you get started and dive right into the plot and having some Gardening Fun! This is a whole new feature for MisticPets, so let's discover how much fun it can be!

GUIDE TO GARDENING

~Mistic Team

It's time for some fun in the sun, Mistica!


We'd like to present our Treasure Box for this month, filled with some old favorites, and a few nifty new treasures!



Two of our Wobblerz up there come with their own avatars too!


And these seasonal items are available in the credit shop as well!



The Vending Machine has been restocked with nifty items! 10 in all, which will you looking for?
This month's vending machine items are:

If you are lucky enough to get the Twinz Wobblerz, you'll have an opportunity to get this avatar as well! Twice the luck!


In August, we have a few goodies that will be sprinkled in throughout the month including Slot Coins, Boxes and more!

 Are you going to try your luck?

~Mistic Team