The third installment of this summer mini-series focuses on the most iconic Iop warrior of the Wakfu Era. He's a redhead with a fiery spirit who's just as obsessed with fighting as Nox is with the Eliacube: Sir Percedal of Sadlygrove waits patiently – not exactly his strong suit – for the most iconic Iop warrior of the Dofus Era to return and keep his promise…

Still it stood…

Rising toward the dark skies of the Sidimote Moors. The last vestige of a masquerade organized long ago in honor of a deadly barbarian. Brandishing the legendary sword that was responsible for some of the bloodiest massacres that the World of Twelve had ever known. It smiled broadly, symbolizing the unfailing pride and self-confidence of the warrior it represented. But on that day, the statue of Goultard mostly seemed to be mocking the young Iop who stood there looking up at it.

*****

For five years in a row, Percedal had made his way to the monument on this same date. The anniversary of his meeting with the Iop who had become his hero. The day when Goultard himself had made him a promise.

"A day will come when I will teach you everything I know. And that's a promise, Daldal!"

The young Iop was now eleven years old. He tried to calculate how old he had been at the time, but all he got for his effort was a miserable headache. So he kicked his foot idly in the dust. It was then that he discovered an old scrap of paper covered by the brown dirt. He pulled it from the infertile soil. There seemed to be some kind of instructions written on it. The knight's apprentice blew gently on the sheet to reveal these words:

WHEN YOU NEED ME, JUST WHISTLE.

The paper was worn with age. Only the Twelve knew how long it had been there. A broken bit of string dangled from one end of the sheet. This message must have been attached to something once. Percedal looked up at the statue.

It smiled back at him.

*****

The young Iop walked around the monument to Goultard. There had to be something around here somewhere! Behind the statue, on its massive pedestal, he quickly noticed a slightly tilted wooden panel, bearing the symbol of the Iops: a red sword with its blade turned downward. He was almost certain that hadn't been there the year before… There seemed to be a hollow space behind it. He removed the panel, and sure enough, there was an opening carved into the base of the statue – but it was empty…

Just then, he heard a strange whistling sound.

He raised his head and pricked up his ears. Teenagers laughing. He followed the voices: down below, just a stone's throw away from the statue, a young guild was fooling around.

"All right, boys, get ready to fight! Steady! One, two… wait, what comes after two…? … Four!"

Spleeeeeeetalooaloo!!!

A Iop about fifteen years old was acting as a referee for his two friends as they faced off with wooden swords. He had signaled the start of the fight with some kind of magic whistle that made a preposterous sound, apparently due to what looked like a tongue. The result was a sort of slobbery "splonk", complete with a spluttering spray of spittle. Percedal was intrigued by the colors on the object; the same red Iop symbol appeared on it as well. He decided to approach the group:
 

"Hey, buddy, you didn't find that whistle in the statue of Goultard by any chance, did you?"

The guild immediately stopped what they were doing. The Iop teenager, Gronard the Bastard, walked up to him with a bold and intimidating attitude, flanked by a young Ecaflip and a Sacrier, Meowzer Pall and Mykill Cramm.

"Why? Are you from the Bontarian militia?"

Before Percedal could finish his sentence, his fellow Iop punched him full in the face. The others burst into loud guffaws.

"Ooh, sorry, kid! I guess you won't be whistling any time soon!"

Gronard turned back to his friends, who were laughing even harder now.

"If I were you, I'd get outta here, squirt," said the teenager as he walked away.

They could all hear the rage in the young Iop's voice. He was on all fours on the ground.

"What're you gonna do?" smirked the big oaf. "Cry?"

Gronard's friends, a supportive audience if ever there was one, chuckled stupidly yet again. They didn't see Percedal's face: his jaw set and his eyes all white, as if his pupils had disappeared. In rapid succession, he lunged at the Sacrier to give him a left hook to the gut, then at the Ecaflip with a right cross to the face, before raining blows on Gronard. But the older Iop remained impassive, as if he didn't even feel the young redheaded warrior's attacks.

"You finished?"

He grabbed Percedal by one foot and swung him up into the air. Then he pounded him relentlessly into the ground. Each time he raised him above his head, the young Iop looked a little more smashed up: blood poured from his nose, then his eyebrows, then his mouth… Percedal cried out in pain each time he hit the ground.

Finally, Gronard threw him aside like a rag doll. Then he went over to his friends to help them up.

"That little guy packs a punch…" admitted Mykill, the Sacrier.

They started to walk away, but suddenly Gronard started checking his pockets, then glancing about at the ground all around him.

"Looking for this?"

*****

Battered and bruised, yet smiling, Percedal brandished the whistle victoriously. A broken bit of string dangled at the end opposite the tongue.

"Gimme that back, NOW!" roared Gronard, flustered and increasingly enraged.

The young Iop stood up and, in one final provocation, started blowing the whistle.

Spleeeeeeetalooaloo!!! Spleeeeeeetalooaloo!!!

Then he burst into wild laughter.

"I love the sound this thing makes!"

The muscular teen ran straight at Percedal, who jumped back just in time to avoid his attacker. The redheaded warrior picked up one of the wooden swords that Gronard's henchmen had left on the ground, then tossed it at his enemy's feet. He armed himself with the other sword and assumed a fighting position:

"En garde, my little Iopette!"

Gronard could scarcely contain his rage, but seemed to accept the duel by picking up the rudimentary weapon. He put all of his strength into a series of wild thrusts, determined to wound his opponent. But Percedal, who was smaller and more agile, dodged them one after another. Even so, he barely stopped the third thrust with the flat of his wooden blade, and nearly dropped his sword from the force of the blow. That didn't stop him from tapping Gronard on the calf with his blade:

"Gotcha!"

He dodged a wide cut by folding his body sharply, then spun quickly around to get behind Gronard and poke him in the right butt cheek with the point of his sword:

"Gotcha!"

Percedal didn't see the thug's elbow coming at his nose until it was too late. He collapsed instantly, and Gronard was already raising his sword high above his head:

"Die!!!"

And with that, he swung the sword down abruptly. Meowzer Pall, the Ecaflip, who was too sensitive for this kind of violence, hid behind his Sacrier friend, who gritted his teeth… until his jaw suddenly dropped.

"What happened?" the big cat finally asked. "Did he kill him? … C'mon, answer me!"

But Mykill Cramm couldn't hear him, too stunned by the surreal scene before his eyes. The Ecaflip had to look for himself: Gronard's sword had come to a halt a mere hair's breadth from Percedal's face, frozen in place. The blade's path had been stopped just in time.

Goultard himself was standing in front of Gronard, looming over Percedal. He held the edge of the wooden sword between two of his toes.

"That's no way for a Iop warrior to fight, No-Nards!" said Goultard in his booming voice.

Goultard made a quarter-turn at the hip to easily disarm Percedal's attacker with his foot, then stretched his leg high over his head. He bent his knee, then threw the sword into the air and caught it by the blade – with his hand this time – and held it out for Gronard to take the handle:

"Go back and train some more, kid…"

Gronard took off at a sprint, followed closely by his two cronies.

Percedal looked up from the ground at his idol with stars in his eyes. Goultard extended a hand to him:

"It looks like your day has finally come, Daldal."

That day, the young Iop's joyful shout rang out all across the Sidimote Moors.

First we added a garden area, then a space for relaxation, and now the third and final part of our WAKFU Haven Bag will be built. This time, you've got free rein! We have no doubt your personal touch will enhance the whole space…

This summer's community event is almost over already! One more phase before the final verdict…

Work is progressing quickly. See for yourself:
 

If you don't already know, the three nicest designs containing all three areas of our Haven Bag will win prizes. These prizes are:

• First Place: 30-day God Booster + 1 Beachgoer Costume + 1 Sänd Cästle Emote
• Second Place: 1 Beachgoer Costume + 1 Sänd Cästle Emote
• Third Place: 1 Beachgoer Costume

After two dictated themes, we thought it'd be nice to give you a little freedom… So don't hold back – let your personality shine through! Show us who you really are by making this third and final areaa space that's just right for you.

As with the previous stages, be sure to post your entry in the forum thread for the event.

And once again, an AnkamaLive session will be streamed on Twitch, on Thursday, August 29 6:00 PM (Paris time).

We're expecting to be moved!

It seems unattainable… You dream about it all night. And all day… You wonder if you will ever get the chance to scale its slopes and if so, when. How does this week sound? Because Ogrest is hosting another "open house"! It's the perfect opportunity to discover Mount Zinit in person instead of in travel brochures or dusty old books…

Do you have any plans this week? Cancel them! Because starting August 29 6:00 PM (server time) and until September 5 11:59 PM (server time), no matter where you're from or what shelf you store your shield on (to use the appropriate Iop expression), come climb this famous mountain, the one that changed the face of the World of Twelve forever – Mount Zinit.

Indeed, in a few days, we'll be celebrating the anniversary of the day the most calamitous ogre the Krosmoz has ever known entered the game!

So don't miss it!

While many of you are getting back well tanned and relaxed from the holidays, the online Ankama Shop fairies are busy preparing discounts to brighten your vacay (no need to worry about sunburn here, though!). You have until September 3 to take advantage of these deals!

Today through September 3, it's your last chance to treat yourself!

These discounts are nothing to sneeze at – from 50%, 60%, 70%, to as low as 80% off – and they apply to figurines as well as stuffed toys, DVDs, and games!

Be aware, though: Supplies are limited… So hurry and check out the Braderie sale now!

Check it out

The mere idea that vacation is almost over makes you as sad as an Enutrof who, as they say in the northernmost regions of the World of Twelve, has "lost his pay". But don't worry, we've got what it takes to get you smiling again: a 15% discount on booster packs in ogrines! Offer valid until 09/01.

Today through September 1, you can take advantage of a 15% discount on booster packs in ogrines!*

That should bring a smile to your face, even though summer's almost over…

* Offer valid once per account.

The boss of September's Boss Smasher might have a chip on his shoulder sometimes, but if you think he's going to be easy to beat, you'd be barking up the wrong tree! Soft Oak is rooted to the spot in his dungeon, just waiting for you… You'd have to be a sap to miss him!

Down Bonta way, in the heart of Yurbut forest, a thousand-year-old tree known to all has taken root. Well… not exactly. You see, Soft Oak is not a Treechnid like the others because his great feat was uprooting himself! A feat that nearly cost him his life… Luckily he was able to count on the kindness of Leaf, a Sadida he once helped who in turn gave him the care he needed.

If the idea of going up against a tree of this magnitude doesn't make your head spin, head to the Treechnid Dungeon from September 1 12:00 AM (server time) through September 30 11:59 PM (server time)!

You could earn a special title and a reward token!

Please note that Stasis level 21 will be imposed.

Good luck, everyone!

"FOUND YOU!" The two children's laughter rang out among the tree leaves, tumbled through the branches, and burst out among the leafy treetops like fireworks. An explosion of joy that bathed the Sadida kingdom in sweet innocence. A pause in the sometimes cruel World of Twelve…

"My turn!" shouted Armand, still out of breath.

The prince covered his little sister's eyes.

"Count to 50! I mean… If you know how! Ha ha ha!"

Then he ran and hid in a hollow tree trunk.

"If I find you, you have to give me all your kola rabmarac bars! The ones you keep hidden under your bed! Unless you'd rather I tell mommy and daddy everything…"

"In your dreams, lil' sis!"

Armand's voice was muffled. Amalia loved spending time with her older brother like this, being close to him and having fun. Under her capricious, posh little girl facade, the young Sadida was something of a tom boy. She was always quick to romp through steep and muddy corners of the forest and climb the highest trees. Much to the dismay of her mother and the beautiful dresses she'd make for her…

"47, 48, 49… 50! Ready or not, here I come! I'm going to flush you out like a Lenald, you moldy old Bwork!"

The little princess opened her eyes. She noticed something immediately. The forest seemed different somehow… Brighter. The grass was bathed in a light that seemed almost fake. The trees seemed to be made out of paper-mache. The flowers were too brightly colored to be real.

Something was off… Something else caught her attention: the silence… A heavy silence. As if time had stopped. As if everything had stopped and the entire forest was holding its breath.

"Armand? Armaaaand? I'm… Look out, here I come…"

Her tone was worried. She couldn't have said why, but Amalia could sense her brother wasn't nearby. Or maybe she was the one who was somewhere else? Then suddenly she heard a voice, a voice from elsewhere too. It was both gentle and deep. Full of kindness. It enveloped her like a blanket that warms your body and soul on a cold Descendre night. At the same time, there was something compassionate about the voice that only fanned the little girl's anxiety…

"Amalia, my lovely little princess…"

The Sadida spun around, like a weather-vane blown by a strong wind.

"It's all right, it's all right… I don't mean you any harm. Just the opposite… Your brother's not far. I can hear him giggling in his hiding place, sure you won't be able to find him. He's already gloating at the idea of eating all his rabmaracs right in front of you!"

Amalia smiled faintly, but didn't seem at all reassured.

"Amalia… Forgive me for interrupting your game of hide and seek. I know how much you and Armand both value the time you get to spend playing with each other.

The Tree of Life paused, searching for the right words.

"I… I wish that the world could be made of only that. Of moments of carefree joy…

"But… Who are you? Are you Sadida?? Where are you? I can't see you!"

"I'm the Tree of Life. I'm the one talking to you."

The little girl moved back slightly, startled. Her mouth formed a "whoa" but no sound came out.

"Amalia… How you've grown… I know you're only five years old, but I can already see huge potential in you. You're going to do great things, I'm sure of it."

Slight nod. The Sadida couldn't rid herself of her reserved air.

"Your parents must be very proud of you. Your brother, too, even though he does like to tease you. They all love you very much, you know. I know how important you are to them. And how important they are to you…

"Yes… My daddy's the king and my mommy's the queen! And I'm a princess…" simpered the little girl.

"A princess, and certainly a future queen! Time will teach you that life is full of many surprises, Amalia. Some are nice surprises. But others… we'd rather do without. You and your family have already been through so much. And as we say, 'Life's not a long flowing river as peaceful as a sleeping Sadida', right?"

"Daddy always says it's like a box of Saint Ballotwine chocolates!"

"Ha ha ha, that sounds just like him! The poet with a sweet tooth and healthy appetite!"

"Oh, yes, mommy's always telling him to stop sopping up all the sauce on his plate! But he just can't help himself. She slaps the back of his hand every time he does it. 'You wouldn't like me without my curves!' That's what he always says. It drives her nuts… But I'm sure he's right!"

Amalia couldn't see it, but this little anecdote brought a sad smile to the Tree of Life's face.

"I'm sure of it too. Your parents love each other very much. And nothing, absolutely nothing, can stop a love that sincere. Amalia… dear… I'd like you to make me a promise… Will you?"

"To stop eating my boogers? Mommy always says that that's not something princesses should do…"

Amalia's answer shook the Tree of Life's composure a little.

"Uhh… That too. But there's something more important than that. Whatever life throws at you, whatever events, obstacles, and pitfalls you must face – because there will be those, you know – promise me one thing, promise me you will always watch out for your brother. I know he's the oldest, but… well, you see… He can sometimes be… How shall I put it?

"It's true he can be a bit bonkers!"

"I couldn't have found a better way of saying it," answered the Tree of Life, amused.

"But deep down, he's nice… Even though is breath is kind of stinky."

The Tree of Life was charmed by this ever-so-spontaneous little girl.

"Your father is a strong man, Amalia, strong as if he had been carved out of Crackler rock. Nothing can shake him. But your brother, under his mask of a young, arrogant teen full of himself, hides a weakness in his heart. You're only five years old, but you already have a strong character. You are resourceful. I can feel it deep in my sap… A sister's love and support can never be underestimated. Promise me you'll never forget that, child."

She didn't quite understand what the Tree of Life was trying to say, but Amalia was flattered and agreed. She raised her head.

"Oh, yes, I sure will watch out for him. And keep an eye on him especially! Because he sure is one for getting into trouble!" said the little girl proudly, sounding a bit like a schoolmarm.

"I wouldn't expect any less from you. I won't keep you any longer. Go play with your brother. Don't tell anyone about our talk, please. It'll be… our little secret. And do me a favor… Enjoy every minute with your loved ones. And listen to your mother, she's right too. Boogers aren't very good at all!"

"I promise, Mr. Tree!"

Amalia emerged from this haze like someone waking up from a dream.

"What's keeping you? Are you coming today or tomorrow? Pffft, you're no fun at all!!" yelled Armand, starting to run out of patience.

"Mumbling Moskitos! I'm coming! The rabmaracs are mine!"

Amalia kept her promise. She watched over her brother as best she could. At the time, she was much too young to understand the full importance of that "talk". It was only years later that the princess, having grown into a woman, understood the depth of the Tree of Life's words. More than entering people's minds to show them what they wanted to see happen, this entity, revered by the entire Sadida people, had the power to predict the future. Or at least to sense its currents, both negative and positive, and the outline of future events…

The boat glided swiftly across the sea. Pandiego held out his chin like a Dauge outside the window of a carriage. With eyes closed and wearing a smile, he was enjoying the fresh morning breeze on his face. How nice it was to feel the wind slip through his mane! Like a sweet caress, well earned after everything he had just endured…

All the months spent without taking a bath. Twenty-eight in total, during which he'd not seen his family… Pandiego had no doubt the reunion would be intense and emotional. The young Pandawa had decided to set sail just as Ogrest's Chaos was acting up again. It was the journey of his life: a trek across the entire World of Twelve, and a spiritual retreat, as he called it. Pandiego had suspected the experience would leave him transformed. Likewise, the World of Twelve continued to be transformed, day after day, by the disasters which had become part of Twelvians' normal life…

In the distance, a thin strip of land started to take shape through the fog. He hadn't seen it for ages, but could still easily recognize it: his beloved Pandalucia. Its verdant lands. Its truly unique bamboo crops. It was like he had never left. And he would always say, a bamboo tree never left its grove! He couldn't wait to see his family…

He lightly smacked the side of the boat to tell his friend to speed up. The Enutrof at the helm shifted into higher gear, making the boat shake; it then chattered and splashed salty water on the Pandawa's face, before resuming its course with renewed vigor.

He had so many things to tell them. And he longed to hold them. He even missed his bratty little sister. While his boat cut through the sea, he saw them from far off, all occupied in the bamboo grove. Or rather, he saw their silhouettes: A blanket of fog separated him from solid ground.

"End o' the line, everybody out!"

Pandiego threw his pack overboard, then embraced his friend somewhat emotionally.

"Aw, don't make a fuss, lad! Keep huggin' me so hard, and you'll break these old bones!

- I'm going to miss you, old friend…

- The feeling's mutual… Who'm I gonna go bar-hopping with now?

- Don't tell me you don't have a woman or two waiting for you in each port. A handsome fella like you!

- Pfft, not so much… The flood carried 'em all away… Either that or they're trying to ditch me!"

Pandiego wore a sad smile, full of empathy.

"And you oughtta ditch these bad habits!" replied the Pandawa as he took the butt lodged in the corner of his friend's mouth and tossed it in the water.

With a grunt by way of agreement and a little wave of his hand, the old man set sail again already. Pandiego watched him drift away and get smaller and smaller, more vulnerable… Until he was nothing more than a black speck in the middle of the ocean. He'd only met the sailor at the end of his voyage. And yet, it was like they'd known each other forever.

With a heavy heart but also much excitement, he walked forward. It had been so long since he last set foot on solid ground that it made him dizzy. He lurched. It felt like the ground was giving way under his feet. Stranger still: The fuzzy shapes of the other Pandawas looked oddly bent and shaky as well. Perhaps they had somehow learned of his impending return and had already begun the celebration? This possibility made him chuckle.

"I see nothing's changed around here," he thought, amused.

Pandiego wanted to take his time. He wished to savor every second leading up to the reunion with his family, so that he might remember it ever after. He would share this touching moment with his children, grandchildren, and perhaps even great-grandchildren! He could already see them, an extensive tribe seated around him in the warm den of his little cabin, up on the top of the hill. He imagined their wide eyes as he recounted his adventures.

The closer he got, the more distinct the figures became. He could start to make them out. He was relieved to see so many of them there.

The air was heavy. Thick and clammy. Almost palpable. He couldn't tell if it was his long absence or something else, but this time, he was especially struck by how humid the area was.

Pandiego could now see the outlines of their faces in sharper detail. But he wondered about something. Had they drunk so much fermented bamboo milk that they didn't notice his arrival?

The bamboo crops, which seemed to be withering, as it happened, might have obscured him from their view. After crossing them, Pandiego waved his arms.

"Hey now, friends! You couldn't wait for Pandiego to arrive to start drinking?" the young survivalist joked.

No reaction. His peers remained stone-faced. Those with their backs to him were practically immobile. The others had almost worrisome expressions…

"Oh, I see… Very funny!"

Still no reply.

"Well… the shortest jokes are the best ones! You two-bit jokesters!"

Silence. Pandiego grew impatient and upset with them. He knew Pandawas tended to appreciate dry humor. But for them to ignore him after he had been away for so many months… It was hard to take.

Suddenly, one of the figures, still turned away, stood out from the rest. That long head of hair, which he would pull on whenever they fought. That dress she always wore, which he used to say looked like a burlap sack to tease her. It was her. Pandiego approached the girl and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I missed you so much, sis…" he whispered while softly teasing her hair.

An almost beastly grunt. The girl spun around.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

Her eyes were bloodshot. Her skin was greenish. Her hair oily and pale. And that raspy voice… Either she hadn't slept since Pandiego left the island, or she had fallen victim to a terrible curse. The Pandawa's entire body shivered in fear. Stepping back, he tripped over a bamboo root and nearly fell on his butt, but at the last second, he grabbed another of his people, who also turned to look at him. Same story: With a waxy complexion and blistering skin, his childhood friend hadn't aged well at all. Pandiego once again screamed in terror, causing all the other Pandawas to turn around. Or at least… what was left of them.

His peers moved slowly toward him, their bodies partly emaciated, their backs hunched, moving in a sort of convulsive way.

Pandiego was petrified. "A Pandawa should never leave their bamboo grove," he thought…

Those creatures beset by a mysterious illness are back! Will you be able to eradicate them for good? "The Return of the Thirsters" will come soon!

Fall's Here for Ankama (Not) Live! Catch up on all the news from Ankama Boardgames, Ankama Éditions, tie-in merchandise, the WAKFU MMO, and of course the DOFUS MMO in this new episode where, once again, Ankamians show their serious side with a disconcerting austerity…

There once was a tree unlike any other… It was a strong tree, powerful and majestic, a tree that… Hang on a second. What say we go back to the beginning? No, seriously, like… the VERY beginning. OK? All right, let's try this again. There was once a little sprig that was unlike any other…

It was a tiny little thing, fragile and unassuming… The kind of little sprig that sprouts up by the thousands in the forest. It was lost in the crowd, obscured in the undergrowth. No one could have imagined what would eventually become of such a delicate little plant. No one suspected that it would one day leave its mark on the history of the the Krosmoz. And yet…

It was deep in the heart of the Treechnid Forest that this little sapling decided to put down its roots. And when a tree picks out a home, it's there for life! I mean… That's what everyone always used to think, anyway. But like they say, there's always an exception that proves the rule, right?

As time went by, the little sprig became a sapling. From that sapling grew some buds, which in turn grew into leaves. The sapling became a stem, which became a shrub, which became a tree trunk. More and more leaves grew, and they all grew stronger and stronger… topping the solid trunk with a magnificently dense and leafy crown. Within just a few years, a powerful and unshakeable tree stood proudly in the middle of the forest.

The Treechnid spent many happy and peaceful days with its friends in the forest. The wind gently caressed its foliage. The rodents scratched its bark. The birds chirped cheerfully in its ears. And once in a long while, an adventurer settled in at the base of its trunk for a nap. Yet its life was anything but boring, for often, the tree would witness an event that forced it out of its ordinary routine. Sometimes, a starstruck lover would come to carve his beloved's name into its flesh. The tree would then let its sap flow out through these cuts without flinching, despite the pain. Other times, it saw duels between Arachnees dashing from one leaf to the next. One advantage of its immense size was an incomparable view of everything that was happening in the World of Twelve. A performance that was entertaining, thrilling, and dramatic by turns… but one that it never grew tired of!

But what the tree appreciated most of all was its ability, however unintentional, to protect others. Children who had wandered a little too far from home, caught in the rain or a thunderstorm, came to seek shelter under its leaves. Bow Meows, chased by Bow Wows, leapt nimbly from branch to branch to hide as high up as they could. Not to mention the Tofus who made their nests in its branches to create new life.

If only the tree had known that one day, it would take its role as a "protector" to its logical limit, saving a young Sadida from certain death (and a nasty one at that: death by drowning!) after she dozed off on a branch. If only it had known that one day, this act of bravery, of pure and unadulterated altruism, would lead it to pull up its roots altogether! But all that was still many years in the future…

In fact, the tree had shown that same desire to see the world from a different perspective and get out of its comfort zone from a very young age, even if it didn't realize it… It is said that when the tree was still nothing but a "mini-sprig", it had already broken the single most important rule of the Treechnid community:

THOU SHALT NEVER PULL UP YOUR ROOTS.

At the time, of course, its roots were as soft and weak as a Sadida who's just stumbled out of bed… So it had no trouble at all pulling them gently out of the ground, sliding them out of the tunnels they had made in the loose soil like so many earthworms.

From there, the little sprig (barely knee-high to a Gobball at the time) ventured out into the lush forest. Of course, it narrowly avoided being eaten or trampled by any number of forest creatures as it wandered. Legend has it that a lucky star appeared to the little sprig to guide it to the right path. A benevolent soul by the name of Silvosse…

"Well! What are you doing here, little one? With your roots all exposed, no less!"

"Just visiting the forest, sir… There's so many trees here. I counted 'em all!"

"Oh, really?" replied Silvosse with a wry smile.

"Yeah!" The little sprig stretched out its roots and started counting aloud. "Oooone… twoooo… freeeee… fooooour…"

"Sorry to interrupt, but… why didn't you just stay with the others where it's safe? The forest can be a dangerous place for a defenseless little sprig like you, you know."

"I don't know… Don't you think it's a shame, sir, to have all these nice roots and never use 'em?"

"Aaaah, but you use them every day, you see. You just didn't know it. They're helping you to grow into a big strong grown-up Treechnid! Those roots let you pull all the energy you need to grow from right there in the soil…

"Yeah, I know, but… I was getting a little bored. And then I heard these funny noises. I hear creaking and cracking everywhere in these woods!"

"Ha ha ha! That's perfectly normal, my little friend! That's just the forest! You're a part of it too… You and all your Treechnid friends."

"Oh, and then… I heard someone calling. Someone who needed help. But I couldn't find them. They were calling, "Whoo! Whooooo!"

Silvosse smiled tenderly.

"I imagine that was an owl, little one…"

"Have you ever seen what it's like outside the forest, sir?"

"But of course. A wonderful world. But you're still too small and fragile to see it. Later, when your trunk has grown big and strong and your branches reach up to the sky, you'll be able to see it with your own eyes."

"You mean… someday I'll be big like him???" asked the little sprig, pointing at a gigantic Treechnid towering over them nearby.

"Of course! And you'll have a magnificent view of the world you're so curious to see… You'll be able to see things no one else can see. But for now, you'll need to have a little patience. Go back where you came from and plant your roots back in the ground. Can you do that for me?"

The little sprig politely consented. Silvosse went with it and helped it to put its roots back in place. Even then, the protector of the month of Flovor knew that there was something special about this Treechnid. They'd probably meet again someday…

The Soft Oak had followed the Master of Cuttings' sage advice, and he's certainly grown up big and strong since then! Ready to take on the Boss Smasher for September?

Pandalucia opened its gates a few weeks ago. Would you like to blend in there seamlessly? If so, the Barrel Transformation emote is just what you need! Don't hesitate – it will be available in a flash sale in the WAKFU online store from September 19 through September 23.

You raced down the Summit of a Thousand Mists with your Barrel Run emote and had a good laugh. And you're not the only one! Many adventurers have already given it a try, and some have even turned it into an official sport at the Krozolympiks!

Today, take the experience one step further – become one with your barrel by acquiring the Barrel Transformation emote!

It's available in a flash sale from September 19 10:00 AM (Paris time) through September 23 11:59 PM (Paris time)!

Summer is definitely over, and it's time to go back to reality. What better way to ease the pain than with a shiny new update? Update 1.65 will finally be arriving in-game on September 24th. So get ready!

The latest update is arriving in-game next week! Here's what's inside:

• The offerings and steles gameplay mechanic that gives you access to a major cooperative quest
• Universal mount skins that can now be used on any mount. The stats stay the same, only the appearance changes.
• Balancing of the Iop, Sram, Cra, Pandawa and Ouginak classes.
• The Pandalucia quest continues, taking you to two of the most iconic locations in the World of Twelve…

Not to mention the Thirsters, who aren't quite done putting you through the wringer yet! Hey… wait a second… Didn't we already get rid of those guys once and for all? Huh… weird…

To learn more about this weirdness - or dare we say, this mysterious mystery - come join us in-game on September 24th!

Are you ready for the Return of the Thirsters? Grab your bamboo milk bottles and get ready to quench a few of these shambling creeps!

Update 1.65 is now online! Here's what's in store:

• The offerings and steles gameplay mechanic that gives you access to a major cooperative quest.
• Universal mount skins that can now be used on any mount. More details here.
• Balancing of the Iop, Sram, Cra, Pandawa and Ouginak classes.
• The Pandalucia quest continues, taking you to two of the most iconic locations in the World of Twelve…

CHECK THIS OUT…

The Thirster Pack, featuring new items:

• 30-Day God Booster
• 3 extra Mineral Tower Tickets: Powerful Feca Incantations (linked to accounts)
• Thirster costume (New!)
• Thirster Haven Bag kit (New!)
• Bamboo Nine-Milkimeter Emote (New!)

GET IT NOW!

 

The first conversion stone tests are drawing to a close! Thank you for playing along and giving us your feedback. Today, we have conversion stones more suited to your expectations for you!

Many of you wanted to be able to get a booster with just one conversion stone. So, upon reflection, we have decided to increase its value from 2,500 to 3,000 ogrines. In this way, conversion stones will let you obtain 7-Day Hero Boosters. The price of a conversion stone is changing from €5 to €6 (the €/ogrine ratio hasn't changed: 500 ogrines for €1).

As a result of this change, conversion stone sales that have not been completed will be canceled. So that players are not penalized, the value of stones that were purchased (but have not yet been sold) before this adjustment will automatically be updated and be worth 3,000 ogrines (in other words, their owners will receive the difference for free – €1 or 500 ogrines).

Is this the first time you're hearing about conversion stones? Do you want to know how they work? To learn all about this new mode of payment, check out the devblog about them.

Her eyes are as sharp as the tips of her arrows, and her personality is as bold as… um… a Raul Mops's grin. Even with her balance thrown off by a bulging baby bump, she can still kick major butt between contractions! Evangelyne, the archer with a heart of gold, rarely shows any sign of weakness. Maybe that's because Cras learn to be tough from a very young age…

The window was wide open.

The translucent curtains waved and fluttered lightly in the breeze, almost as if someone was there. But it was only a draft. Through the half-open door, the sounds of laughter, encouraging words and congratulations could be heard: "I'm proud of you, Evangelyne!", "I always knew you'd hit your target!", "The arrow of your life is about to take flight!", "Hahahaha!"

It was obvious at a glance that that this room belonged to a young Cra girl... Or rather, to two of them! A line drawn in chalk on the floor and the walls divided the room in two. One room, two very different moods.

On one side was a wall hanging with the idol of prepubescent Cras everywhere: Viken Bogosner. He drew back his bow, his eye locked on his target, hair blowing in the wind. The bold line of his arrow highlighted his dark and brooding stare, and its flaming tip set young girls' hearts aflame (though not as much as the top of his shirt did, unbuttoned as it was to reveal part of his hairless chest). Minikrons and glitter covered the rest of the bubblegum-pink wall.

On the other, more understated side, the caramel-colored paint contrasted sharply with the rest of the room. A technical diagram of a bow and arrow was framed and mounted on the wall. A long row of books were perfectly aligned on a nearby shelf. The door opened on this orderly side of the room to reveal a radiant Evangelyne.

*****

The girl smiled broadly beneath her platinum tresses. She was wearing her official "lady companion" uniform, the last grade before reaching the highly-coveted rank of bodyguard. She had finally made it! Lost in happy thoughts, she didn't immediately notice the folded letter lying on the chamallow bed over on the girly side of the room. But as she closed the door behind her, she cut off the draft; the curtains fell back into place and the bit of paper wafted gently into the air before settling at the young Cra's feet.

She bent down to pick it up. And suddenly, her expression changed…

*****

"Dear Eva,

By the time you read this, I will already be on the path to my destiny…"

Evangelyne rolled her eyes. This wasn't the first time that Cleome had gone off on some tangent. But somehow, her destiny had always brought her right back home in the end.

"DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!

This time, I'm really serious! Neither you or anyone else will be bringing me back home. I don't feel like I fit in there… probably because YOU'RE always the center of attention! Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you have to do everything before me. And it also doesn't mean that you'll always do it better. I've been training with my sling and I'm sure that in a head-to-head competition, I could beat you pants down!"

Eva couldn't stop herself from answering aloud: "Slings are for babies. Try getting good with a bow and then maybe we'll see, you little poser…"

"Ever since you switched to the bow, all you ever do is show off! But that still hasn't gotten you a date with Cooly Fooly, the cute boy in your class! (Don't think I haven't noticed how big a crush you have on him!)"

The young Cra scowled: "Ooh, you little brat!"

She crumpled the letter into a ball and turned to the door to yell:

"MO-O-OM! Cleo ran away again!"

There was a brief pause. Someone downstairs stood up and took a few steps over to the staircase that led to the girls' room. Through the half-open door, a warm and reassuring voice called back: "Your dad's already heading out to go find her, my little sweetie-cakes!"

• "Mo-o-o-m… I'm not 6 years old any more…"
• "Oh, that's right, you're 7 now… Well, once you've finished what you're doing, come and help me set the table, my great big sweetie-cakes!"

Eva pursed her lips in exasperation. Then she flattened out the letter to finish reading it.

"You know… Someday I'll show you what I'm worth. I'll prove that I'm brave and strong too. That I'm worthy of being your sister… But for now, you do everything before me and you always set the bar too high.

You've got a big head start, but I'll catch up to you! You'll see I can be better than you at something. Once I manage that, I'll come back… And everyone will be proud of me for a change!

They all think it must be so great to be your sister. At Cra school, they're all like: 'You're Eva's sister! Wow! She's so cool!', 'You're so lucky!', 'Could you bring her this note from me?' and blah-di-blah-di-blee and blah-di-blah-di-blah…

When I come back, it'll be your turn to hear: 'Whoa, you're Cleome's sister? Cleome the Bold? Luckyyyy!'

Then you'll see…

Smell ya later, Evange-a-weenie!

Cleome the Bold"

Evangelyne's eyes shone with tears. She had never thought about it that way before. She had always just assumed that her sister loved to bug her and that she was jealous of everything, like little sisters always are! For the first time, she understood how Cleome might feel. And in that moment, she was overwhelmed with guilt. She swore that when Cleome came back, she'd pay more attention. She'd be a better big sister!

Heartened by the thought, she set the letter down on her bed and opened the door: "Mo-o-om! Tell dad I'm coming with him as soon as I saddle up my drago!"

When she turned around, the letter was gone. She looked around the room and spotted it under Cleome's bed. That draft must have blown it down. She knelt down to pick it up and discovered a mound of other letters under her sister's mattress. Had she written others like this? And so many of them? Eva couldn't resist grabbing one of them at random. With a furtive glance around the room, she unfolded the paper.

*****

"My darling Cleo,

You are the sun that lights my day, my starlight at night, my candle in the fearsome dark, the firefly in my garden, the diamond in my mine, the glow-worm at the end of the tunnel, the fire in my…"

"Hey now! Watch it, buddy! That's my little sister you're talking about!" Evangelyne muttered aloud. Amused but embarrassed, she folded up the letter and started to put it back, then stopped at the last second. Who had written these loving words, anyway? After all, Cleome was quite a little snoop herself… and turnabout was fair play! With a mischievous grin, Eva unfolded the love letter again.

"…I'll never forget the day when our eyes met in the cafeteria. I forgot all about my pancakes… and Cra only knows how much I loooove my pancakes!"

"This guy's a real poet…"

"Will you be my sweet little pancake…?

Love,

Cooly Fooly"

Now it was the love letter's turn to get crumpled into a ball. Her body quivering with tension, her jaw clenched, and with a vein pulsing angrily on her left temple, Evangelyne swallowed audibly… and then roared:

"CLEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!"

What?! You're craving another God Pack? That's crazy! This will make you crack a smile: You can satisfy your craving through Wednesday, October 9 at 11:59 PM (Paris time) because Cra has answered our call!

The goddess Cra's beauty is as fearsome as her arrows. It is said that only her most fervent disciples – those whose faith in her is unfailingly pure – can look at her without blushing. And you must admit that it's easy to lose your head when faced with a goddess who inspires her archers to grip their bows properly and fire their arrows with deadly accuracy…

If you're one of those tall, slim adventurers with chiseled muscles who knows how to strike a pose with swagger better than anyone, with your hair blowing in the wind, then set your sights on your next target: the Cra pack!

It contains:

• A 30-Day God Booster
• 3 extra Mineral Tower tickets: Powerful Feca Incantations (linked to account)
• A Goddess Cra Finisher (linked to account)
• An A-String Costume
• A Cra Haven Bag Kit (NEW!)
• A Prespiver Pet (NEW!)

The Goddess Cra Pack is available until Wednesday, October 9 at 11:59 PM (Paris time).

Don't forget that this is the last of the God Packs so there's no better time to give in to the craving…

Draw your bows… aim… fire!

GET THE PACK!
 

You've probably already caught wind of it, but if not, this may interest you… This year, WAKFU will be welcoming an inter-server PvP tournament, and it's coming up soon!

For those who weren't aware, it's already been a year since the first edition of Wakfu Warriors took place. This tournament was conceived and organized directly by players (Augaroma, Jimbow and Friglast) on the Dathura server.

This year, to celebrate reaching 2500 members on the Discord server for our French-speaking community, they decided to do it all over again and set up a new edition of Wakfu Warriors… but with a bit more ambition this time. (Or even a lot more!)

This year, the tournament will be open to all of our game communities! And since the organizers asked for our help with their plan, we'll be specially opening the beta server to welcome this tournament.

To learn more, you can contact the tournament organizers. Certain information is already available now, though:

• To view the video introducing the tournament: click here.
• To visit the tournament site: click here.
• For the tournament Discord server: click here.

We can also tell you that registration is now open. So don't just stand there, go for it! The choice is yours!

SIGN ME UP

Not convinced yet? Don't forget that where there's a tournament, rewards are sure to follow! For this special occasion and to support the organizers' initiative, we've prepared a podium full of rewards for the most valiant warriors to take the field!

The first-place team will win:

• Choice of God Pack
• A gold trophy
• The Legend Costume (new!)
• A special title
• A "Breathe Fire" emote
• An aura consumable

The second-place team will win:

• Choice of God Pack
• A silver trophy
• The PeeVeePee costume
• A special title
• An aura consumable

• Choice of God Pack
• A bronze trophy
• A special title
• An aura consumable

• 30-day God Booster
• Choice of god costume
• A special title
• An aura consumable

This year is an emotional one for Ankama as we celebrate 15 years of the Krosmoz! For this very special occasion, an artbook with the most striking illustrations from the past 15 years is available in pre-order in the Ankama Shop. The first 50 buyers will get a free autograph!

To celebrate 15 years of the Krosmoz, Ankama has decided to present the finest illustrations from all of its different worlds, together in a brand-new artbook!

DOFUS, WAKFU, WAVEN and many more will all be featured in this anniversary collection. Available online now in pre-order in your Ankama Shop!

And that's not all: the first 50 books purchased will have, on their first page, a signed drawing from one of our artists!*

Let's go!

*Offer valid once per account and while supplies last. The drawing will be left to the artist's discretion. If you qualify for the offer, it will appear in your cart.

Not so long ago, we repeated our invitation to share your artistic talents (painting, video, music, salt dough, paper mache, macaroni necklaces, shell sculptures, scrapbooks, etc.) with the world (and not just the World of Twelve!). Once again, you blew us away… And we obviously can't keep it all to ourselves!

As we've done before, let's shine a spotlight on a small selection of those who answered the call to "Show Off Your Talent!". As you can imagine, we would have loved to share all your contributions if we could here. Even though that's not technically possible, know that, once again, you blew us away with the diversity of your talent, personality, and imagination. Hats off to you! But enough talking. It's time for looking!

Adam Crudesco, FR

ArnNormand, EN

Galapagos345, FR : https://arashipen.tumblr.com

Gatikdanny, ES

Maitredincarna, FR

Shionshtrr, EN : https://www.deviantart.com/shionshetrr/art/Grumble-Grumble-Grumble-773466517

ManueW, FR

Thisisbot, EN

Maxiarakne, FR

Stormlighter21, ES

Nasibaa, FR

Emily03, PT

Quera00, FR

Whitedove, EN

Skynether99-3, FR

Zahorii, ES

 

For all those who haven't yet dared take the plunge, or who simply didn't know about the event, know that it's not too late! For more info, check out the news article on the subject here.

What more is there to say? Oh, right… it won't last forever: It starts on Thursday, October 10 at 10:00 AM (Paris time) and ends on Wednesday, October 16 at 11:59 PM.

Still here?

Um, okay… We can tell you about the services if you'd like. Would you like that?

Right. Services in WAKFU let you make your gaming more comfortable, or even change your game experience! They range from changing your character's name, your guild's name or coat of arms, or even changing gender or class, to transferring characters to other accounts. They also let you add skills, spells or equipment pages.

In short, they're cool! And with a discount, they're even better!

Until Wednesday, October 16 at 11:59 PM (Paris time), just add the service(s) of your choice to your cart and the 30% discount will be applied automatically to the articles in question.