Do you revere Aion? Do you live for a fight?
Then come, friend. Come and celebrate!

Crab Fest!
We honour our always armoured and ever ready brethren-who-crawl, and we try to apply their Aion-given virtues in our own lives.
Unfortunately, I'm running out of tree decorations. Would you lend me a hand?


Hah! "The Asmodian is a crab," spake Aion.
Help fill our city with Asmodians of all kinds.
Go out and stun Snowflower Potcrabs. Then I shall put them in place, and the trees will shiver under their living weight.


When Aion came down among us and disguised himself as a Potcrab, what kind do you think he was?



Pah! You bring me nothing.
How will the trees dance with Aion's glory if we don't have any Stunned Potcrabs?
Now go! Go and do as you've sworn.


You've brought plenty! Thank you, Player.
(To the Potcrabs) Azphelumbra, guests of honour. I hope you enjoy your tree-homes.