The Altador Cup: Dacardia Summer!

by profebest

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It's been a great weather on Tales of Dacardia, Celebrating many years, celebrating with Baelia! Baelia has turned into a Rainbow Faerie: Iridesia. The rainbow colours glow within the Grey Faerie criteria.

The Faeries has made everything easier for the Altador Cup, This year a new team called Neopia Central has made debut. Tales of Dacardia team is so ready to launch the ball cut! The Altador Cup XX will begin soon; Dacardia soldiers are not going to backout!

Introducing all the members of the Altador Cup: Dacardia Summer.

Jarek "The Rock": RRAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!! Everyone’s having a hard time! Us! Them! Altador! Meridell! Even— Camila Cardenas: I’m sorry, but are we not going to talk about the fact that the Altador Cup was cancelled this year? Ruffaele "Rowdy" Roo: I mean, come on! They’re saying he saved all of Meri Acres! How in the name of Grand Councilor Yuli am I supposed to compete with that?! Tyrra Tamina: This is terrible. We’ve worked so hard to get where we are, and at every turn something’s stopped us, and then we finally make it and we...

The whole team has been revealed there *might* be new surprises, but so far, our team is ready and set to play! Workshop Crabby Bot was impressed by this year team, they decided to make a celebration on Tales of Dacardia! "Everyone! Let's stop the Donation Drive and let's focus on the Altador Cup this year will be ours, promise!" The Altador Cup finally closed its curtains, the teams are gathering to the Altador Cup Platform, and the game will begin!

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