Trading Post

The Trading Post is a place where players can trade in Animata items and other excess items for useful or exclusive items and companions. It can be accessed from the [Tavern].

Animata items

• Animata Bone
• Animata Breath
• Animata Claw
• Animata Egg
• Animata Eye
• Animata Hair
• Animata Mustache
• Animata Tail

Trades

From June 24 until July 5, 2016 at 00:00 UTC

Trade	Items required	Stock
Suoh Ο	Animata Egg x5000	1
Avengers	Animata Egg x4000	1
Frog's Badge	Animata Egg x300	3
Rat's Tear	Animata Egg x300	3
Pig Snout	Animata Egg x4000	3
Deepwater Helix	Animata Egg x2000	3
Mantle Helix	Animata Egg x2000	3
Temporal Helix	Animata Egg x2000	3
Orichalcum	Animata Egg x600	6
Orichalcum	Fire Ring x80 Lightning Ring x80 White Ring x80	Unlimited
Spirit Tears	Animata Egg x400	6
Spirit Tears	Serenity Shoot x100 Terra Swordsteel x100	Unlimited
Spirit Particle	Animata Egg x400	6
Spirit Particle	Claw of Fate x100 Terra Swordsteel x100	Unlimited
Metal Minion ΛΛ	Animata Egg x2000	20
Time Extension	Animata Egg x120	30
Metal Ticket	Animata Egg x80	20
5 Coins	Animata Egg x1	Unlimited

Scenario

Staring at my palm, I wonder if it's really mine. I can't be sure.

My head swirls with unreliable thoughts and sensations, memories as hazy as a half-forgotten dream.

One thing alone seems certain:

My name is Pepropé.

It's the name of a man once hailed a hero by the people of Prah.


Terra Battle: A Tangential Tale
- Lost Time -

---

They threw me in the dungeons the other day.

My crime? Treason. I've bloodied my hands with the murder of the king himself...allegedly.

I say "allegedly" because I remember almost nothing.

Either way, I had no chance to confirm whether I was truly guilty as charged. I found myself condemned for regicide--and then I awoke here.

---

The dungeons were a desolate sight, a sprawling maze of debris and decay.

Walls and bars had collapsed into rubble. The place was scattered with remains of the dead. Monstrous predators prowled about, eyes glinting dangerously in the dark.

The sole source of illumination was the dying glow of phosphorus. I found that I could see surprisingly well once my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, though.

---

"It happened just the other day. A bizarre red light swept through and razed the place..."

A grimy-faced inmate had approached and struck up a conversation. He called himself Bebeya.

He was a brawny fellow sporting warlike tattoos and a gleaming, shaven head. Yet despite his fierce appearance, he was a soft-spoken man, his voice geniality itself.

---

Bebeya was kind enough to explain a few things.

Torrents of red light had decimated the dungeons, leaving the surrounding devastation in their wake. Word had it that that light, writhing and raging like monstrous serpents, had ravaged the overworld as well.

"It's a blessing that we stonefolk survived--sinners though some of us may be."

His account of Prah's situation was sobering. It was painfully clear that this was the end of an era.

---

"He's lost his memory," Bebeya explained, flicking his thumb at me.

He had introduced me to his friends, but I could find nothing to talk about. Any memories of life before the day I awoke in this dungeon were a fog.

Hell, I wasn't even sure the clothes I wore were mine.

I wondered what I should do.

If they found any use for me in this dark, dank place, I supposed the answer was simply: whatever they ask.

---

The girl with melancholy eyes was Pleia. The fellow who'd probably kill in cold blood without a second thought was Xeba. The woman who seemed a little too friendly was Pourd. And Bebeya was their leader.

These four welcomed me into their ranks when I had nowhere else to go.

"What should we call you?" asked Pourd.

The answer took only a moment's thought.

"Call me Pepropé."

---

Though I'd lost my memory, one thing lingered: the name Pepropé.

In the stonefolk kingdom of Prah, it was the name of a celebrated hero.

Without a smile or even a glance in my direction, Xeba remarked dryly, "Well, now. That's a mighty gallant name for a criminal."

They had no idea what my crime was.

---

It turned out my companions were plotting an escape. It explained why they had been so welcoming.

With no memory and no prospects, I had no reason to refuse. It would at least give me a purpose.

I had a feeling that the harder it drove me, the better I'd be able to figure out who and what I was.

---

This jailbreak wasn't to be a typical escape to the outside world of fresh air and sunshine.

A being known as the Maker allegedly dwells in the subterranean depths of this world.

And the Maker's domain is said to be paradise.

---

"They say it's a paradise where nothing is impossible and anyone can live on their own terms!"

Pleia was buoyant, voice brimming with excitement and hope. It all sounded too good to be true, but she fervently believed with all her heart.

---

"Paradise, huh? I've never heard anyone on the surface mention it. What do you think, Pepropé?"

Xeba was skeptical it existed. On the other hand, why not find out? It beat rotting away in the dungeons.

Thoroughly sick of monotonous days in the dark, Xeba pledged Bebeya his cooperation.

Trivia

• The Trading Post was added in version 4.1.0.