Event Suggestions:

1. I wound up with close to 15,000 Anlor Win tokens between left over's from last year and this year ... spent about a third of them trying to lose my soul and stock GH, ours and others, with max level stuff .... burning off the rest 1 at a time to get 250 "wundahamat" for Daily (Crafting) Missions has netted about a stack after 2,500 spins and (21) 250 Crystals / (23) 500 crystals. Everything else required clicking "Drop All" as no interest.

2. This year, it seemed we were hitting the same camps over and over again. Consider after 60 /60 a follow up where ya have to hit every tribe camp you hadn't visited.

While visiting the camps, add a "trick or treat" interaction with an NPC where ya can get one of the following:

a) get a small fixed number of sup mats (not more than 10, not less than 1)
b) get feared outta the camp
c) a mob pops and you have to kill to get the mats

The number of tribes + the "federales" (guard camps)should be enough to get ya a sampling of each mat. Tie the mat level to the player level in harvest.

Yes, I understand that the wheel i intended to be a time sink as well as add the excitement of chance .... but with the Anlor Winn tokens for example .... consider an alternative, whereby if ya have all the weapons / armor "lose your soul" rewards, there's options other than spinning the wheel 10,000 times.
wheel is intended to be both a time sink and

An Eerie Story, told by Kyriann

Qi-Quang is alone. Although very young, she likes to gather herself in this remote corner of the Jungle, far from the noise of the homins, lulled by a soft breeze on her mask.
A shiver runs through her suddenly; a cold wind has risen around her, an evil wind. But she remains serene. The superstitions of the Trykers cannot frighten her.
A fog rises from the Bark deafening the sounds and blurring the contours.
She closes her eyes, resuming her meditation.
A brush, like a fine lace that settles on her mask makes her jump and look around. But she only sees the beloved landscape, made distant by the fog.
"Ma-Duk loves me, he tests my concentration."
She suddenly puts her hand to her mask: "Ouch!"
Something has scratched her, she can feel the mark on the smooth surface of her mask.
"Who's there??" But her shout doesn't seem to get through the fog and nothing answers.
She tries to reason: "It is your fear that makes you imagine things! The Kamis are protecting you!"
But as she finishes saying these words, she feels a small tug on her frontal horn. She sweeps the air in front of her. The tug disappears.
"Show yourself!"
Still silence answers her.
The pull this time is more brutal and she brings both hands to her mask.
"No!!"
She leaps to her feet and charges forward, where it seems to her that the fog is less dense.
The calm returns and she slows down, looking for her breath.
The violence of the blow on her horn brings tears to her eyes. She feels as if her horn has been torn off. But no, her hands tell her otherwise.
Fear throws her into a frantic flight.
Finally, the fog disperses. In front of her, the sanctuary of Ma-Duk appears. She is saved.
She collapses in tears. Machinally, she brings her hand to her mask. The scratch has disappeared.
It was only her imagination.
She moves towards Chaoi to tell him her misadventure when her eyes are attracted by a movement at her feet.
Her mask horn rolls towards her as in a sob she palpates her mangled mask.

A Freaky Story, told by Umaena

It was a brilliant autumn afternoon and I had set out to explore the jungle of the Cities of Intuition.
As the day drew to a close, somewhere on the edge of Maiden Grove, I hurried along to avoid being caught in the dark, when a thick fog rose from the ground.
I was quickly surrounded by the mists. The air was freezing and I couldn't see beyond three meters ahead. No sound from the profuse jungle could reach my ears.
Worried, I kept wandering for several hours without knowing where I was really going before I came upon a tree with a hollow trunk.
Exhausted, I huddled inside the cavity and did not take long to fall asleep.

I was awakened with a start in the middle of the night. I don't know exactly why. The fog had lifted and a light caught my attention in the distance.
Approaching with caution, I saw that it was a simple wooden hut, leaning against an escarpment, whose open door let out a soft light.
Bucked up, I decided to present myself at the door. Two young Zorai were seated around a table on which dinner was set.
Dressed in white, their features were fine and graceful, the color of their skin a very pale blue and their masks were immaculate.
At the sight of me, they stood up and greeted me in the Zorai language. I introduced myself and explained my misadventure.
They welcomed me kindly and invited me to share their meal.
I put my gloves on a corner of the table and took a stool.
We ate and they explained to me that they were two harvesting sisters who lived in this modest house.
I spent a very pleasant evening in their company. We chatted for a long time about things and joked heartily until late at night.
We were getting tired and they offered me a cozy armchair. I gladly accepted and curled up in the chair.
This time again, it didn't take me long to fall asleep.

I was awakened with a start at the break of the day. I was surprised to realize that I was snuggled up in the tree!
However, a detail attracted my attention in the distance…
Like the previous night, a hut was standing there, leaning against an escarpment, but in an advanced state of dilapidation.
Intrigued, I approached the door and entered.
The interior was similar to the two Zorai's hut, but looked as if it had been abandoned for centuries.
A large table and three stools covered with dust and cobwebs stood there.
Puzzled, I was about to leave when I suddenly saw it there, at the corner of the table: my pair of gloves, in perfect condition, in the same position as I remembered.
I had a sudden feeling of uneasiness, so I picked them up and left the cabin with haste.

What has happened that night? Did I dream? Had the Bad Wind played a trick on me? Or maybe it's just a story…

Who knows?