A
Every morning when I wake up, I walk towards the depot nearby. I always check any items for sale that catch my eye. Decorations, outfits, mounts and more, who knows what I’ll find with each daily browse of the market.
Leaving the depot, I board the nearby boat and travel to Port Hope. Once there, I take a raft to the mountain passage. I start my adventures wandering through the Tiquanda jungle looking for the Welter, Midnight Panther and other bosses.
After completing my search looking high and low, I visit the ancient city of Iksupan where I heard a mystical jaguar sometimes appears. Months of searching, I have yet to see one for myself. Hearing only rumors, I will try again another day.
Weary from ancient traps and otherworldly monsters, I take a short trip over to the water elemental cave southwest of town. I was told by a few extremely lucky people that if you fish the body of a defeated water elemental, you have a chance at being considered a “Lucky Devil”. After nearly twenty thousand attempts, I am starting to believe this was a cruel joke.
While feeling a little deflated, I make my way to the city of Thais and search for the stone golem boss, Grorlam. From checking the undergrounds north of Thais I take the well known shortcut to the Plains of Havoc.
Once there I set off to the Pits of Inferno with the hopes of finding another boss. Poison, fire, paralysis and many more ailments befall me as I travel through the Pits, but I will not be deterred. I check every seal in hopes of another boss kill, itching to take their precious treasures.
When leaving the Pits I always make time to check for Demodras, a dragon lord who once brought many players to their knees. After searching to no avail, I return to Thais where I restock my supplies and make my way back towards Liberty Bay.
Upon returning to my house, I hang up my sword and shield for the day. Dreaming of my own achievements coming to fruition, I walk to my bed and start training. I’ll try again tomorrow.
B
I wake up in my house in Venore and head to the depot, my character starts walking funny. “I’m drunk”. What’s wrong with those Feverish Citizens? I try to equip my Dwarven Ring, but then I remember it was stolen by Buddel in Svargrond.
I check the market, and there it is… my precious Lion Wand buy offer. AGAIN, this anonymous player keeps placing an offer just 1 GP higher than mine. Is this some kind of sick game?
I’ve just come back to Tibia after 13 years. -“Will I make a new friend today?” Is exciting but It’s tough as in my world everyone speaks Portuguese. I understand a little and thankfully, Translator exists.
Messages start flooding in from strangers “TEAM HUNT?” Panic mode activated. There’s so much new stuff going on. I feel super noob. I also get a message from Marcelo, one of my few friends: “GOGO HUNT!”. I use my translator and try to make excuses. But hey, why not?
We arrive to Summer Court but there’s an EK hunting there. Marcelo’s like, -“Let’s go in and use THE PORTAL!”
With my broken Portuguese, I try to explain that I might not have access but Marcelo’s off like a rocket. “EXANI HUR UP!” I see him vanish. I try to stop him but he’s too busy being an overzealous portal guide. So I just follow, hoping he’s not leading me to my doom. (Spoiler: he is.)
I start laughing hysterically. Thanatursus and a whole elf army are trying to eat me. The EK shows up, bringing more elves. Yay!!!!!!!!…
Marcelo tells me to go into the portal. I try. NOTHING HAPPENS, I’M TRAPPED.
My friend is in a corner healing me, like a tiny pixelated superhero. The EK tries to help. -“UTITO TEMPO!” “EXORI GRAN!”
My hands are shaking and yes, I’m about to die. But then.. – PLOT TWIST – Marcelo dies first.
Afterwards I get the message no adventurer wants to see: “You are dead”.
Funny thing is, I don’t feel sad at all. I apologize to Marcelo, and he says, “It’s fine”. We both just laugh.
-Ready for the next adventure? This time, we’re making sure you have access to the portal if we need to use one. Marcelo says.
Tibia is better with friends… and better when you’re not trying to use portals you don’t have access to.
C
The sun hadn’t fully risen over Monza yet, and I’m already getting ready for another day full of challenges and adventures. Level 1740 doesn’t leave room for laziness! Armor on, weapon ready, backpack full of potions, and of course, my loyal companion – Pavaks, an experienced druid at level 1944, is once again by my side.
Without him, I’d have been face down in the mud long ago.
At Depot in Thais, quick housekeeping: I sell the loot, check if prices have skyrocketed, and replenish my potions. After a swift packing, we head towards Sparkling Pools – my favorite hunting ground, where Prehemoths and other nasties are waiting to be chopped into pieces. Gnomprona always delivers excitement. I dive into hordes of enemies like a true Elite Knight, while Pavaks casts exura sio “Hatie.” Our synergy is perfect – he keeps my health up, and I make sure nothing interrupts his spells. At this level, there’s no room for mistakes; every second counts.
After an intense hunt, it’s time to relax. We head back to my home in Thais, go through the loot, and discuss future plans. Maybe tomorrow it’s time for a boss hunt? Something’s always happening on Monza. Eventually, I sit on my comfy couch, buy the last potions from NPC Alfred, and slowly finish the day, not forgetting about my little kingdom (the house in Thais), which I’m trying to turn into a masterpiece, even though it’s without cameras and in a shabby armor. Every corner requires my attention.
Once I set up all the decorations, I feel like a true interior design master. Pavaks looks at me with mild disdain: “Well, it’s okay,” he says with a slight smile, though it’s clear he has no clue about this. For him, it’s all about efficiency, not aesthetics!
Friends often drop by to admire my “masterpiece.” Sometimes they say the couch is too comfortable because someone ends up napping during our conversation. Well, I think there’s nothing better than resting in a great interior, even if someone forgets about healing! The important thing is that my house looks like a million bucks!
D
PL
Rycerz Ostatniej Szansy i Mistyczne Przeznaczenie
Każdy Tibijczyk ma swojego bossa, swojego potwora, którego tropi latami. Dla mnie to nie był Orshabaal, ani Ferumbras. Dla mnie… to był Mystic Jaguar.
Nazywam się Rycerz Ostatniej Szansy – bo gram knightem od zawsze i… bo Tibii dałem ostatnią szansę. No i się nie zawiodłem. Przez dwa lata moja codzienna rutyna to nie tylko boss runy czy levelowanie – to polowanie. Codziennie po pracy, a czasem w trakcie pracy (cicho sza!), logowałem się, by oblecieć spoty tego futrzanego jaguara.
Wiesz, ile razy zginąłem, bo „lognę tylko na chwilę”? Raz klient wszedł do sklepu, a ja zostawiłem postać między respami – wracam, a tu Rycerz na ziemi… I tak kilka razy. Ale dla jaguara – warto było.
I nagle, po dwóch latach – podczas zwykłego wieczoru, z dziewczyną, z serialem – kątem oka patrzę na ekran… ON TAM BYŁ. Mystic Jaguar! Rzuciłem pilot, chwyciłem myszkę, prawie wylałem herbatę i wydarłem się:
„JEST!!!”
– „Co jest?! Pożar?! Co ty robisz?!” – krzyknęła dziewczyna.
– „Złapałem go… MYSTIC JAGUAR! O MÓJ BOŻE!!!”
– „Znowu ta gra…”
Sąsiedzi pewnie myśleli, że co najmniej ktoś wygrał w totka. A ja? Ja tylko zdobyłem mounta, o którym marzyłem przez dwa lata.
Nie był to loot z bossa, nie był to epic drop. Ale dla mnie – to było spełnienie tibijskiego snu.
ENG (translated with ChatGPT)
The Knight of Last Chance and the Mystic Destiny
Every Tibian has their own boss, their own monster they hunt for years. For me, it wasn’t Orshabaal, nor Ferumbras. For me… it was the Mystic Jaguar.
My name is the Knight of Last Chance – because I’ve always played a knight and… because I gave Tibia one last chance. And I wasn’t disappointed. For two years, my daily routine wasn’t just boss runs or leveling – it was the hunt. Every day after work, and sometimes during work (shh!), I’d log in to check the spawn spots of that furry jaguar.
Do you know how many times I died just because “I’ll log in for a sec”? Once, a customer walked into the shop, and I had left my character between spawns – I came back and my Knight was lying dead… And that happened a few times. But for the jaguar – it was worth it.
And then, suddenly, after two years – on an ordinary evening, with my girlfriend, watching a show – I glanced at the screen out of the corner of my eye… HE WAS THERE. The Mystic Jaguar! I threw the remote, grabbed the mouse, nearly spilled my tea and shouted:
“HE’S THERE!!!”
– “What?! A fire?! What are you doing?!” – my girlfriend yelled.
– “I caught him… MYSTIC JAGUAR! OH MY GOD!!!”
– “Not that game again…”
The neighbors probably thought someone won the lottery. And me? I just got a mount I’d been dreaming about for two years.
It wasn’t a boss loot, it wasn’t an epic drop. But for me – it was the fulfillment of a Tibian dream.
E
“Is that His True Face?” D:
It’s a hot morning on the island of Killmaresh, more precisely in the city of Issavi. The streets are deserted, not just in this city, but everywhere. Last night, there were attacks again; Wintera is currently at war for leadership and dominance. My name is Alazkinho, a level 1177 Elite Knight.
Early in the day, I venture out in search of fiendish creatures, with the goal of collecting the 200 cores needed for the bonus experience on these creatures. I must do this before my partner wakes up and we venture out for another day of hunting. When I hunt, I tend to stop at different spots each time, sometimes I don’t even make it, but instead get trapped in the process due to distraction. To top it all off, and as if that wasn’t enough, with my Exeta at range, I end up luring the creatures to my duo, an Elder Druid named Zocsik.
Our goal this year is clear: I’ll reach level 1200, and he’ll reach 1100. We mostly hunt among the Dragons of Nimmersatt’s, north of Zao… or well, we try to. The real mission is not to die so as not to lose levels in the process. These mythical creatures are spectacular, but their fire and damage are devastating.
At the end of each hunt, we rush to buy potions and runes, making sure we’re ready for the final stop of the day: completing the Arbaziloth bosstiary. We go deeper into Azzilon Castle, carefully advancing on each floor, where our penultimate challenge awaits.
Before going to sleep, we head to the city of Yalahar for our final challenge. This challenge originates in the tavern of the mysterious Armenius. We go with the hope that, one day, he will reveal his true face to us and grant us the most desired achievement “His True Face.” I’m sure that sooner or later he will grow tired of seeing us pass by and, to scare us, he will show us his true face… perhaps that day we will decide never to return.
F
The Weight of Almost 1000 Levels
My name is Lenorettn. I am a paladin — a hunter of monsters and dreams. My quiver is never empty, and my determination never fails. But under this shiny armor, I carry the weight of every boss that dropped nothing, every wasted charm point, and every friend who vanished without a goodbye.
Like many Tibians, I dream of looting a Ferumbras Hat. But more than that, I want to reach level 1000 with the character I’ve raised with love since its creation. I’ve saved every level screenshot, every quest memory.
Each day begins as the sun rises over the Darashia desert. I open my eyes in my cozy guildhouse, decorated with rare, expensive items, trophies from fallen beasts, and a special green corner — which sadly didn’t win any contest, but I’ll keep trying!
At depot Yalahar, our daily routine begins. I meet my friends to hunt Soul War. Every day, they’re there — my boyfriend (the most handsome sorcerer in the server), a druid who heals better than he tells jokes (and that says a lot), and our favorite knight who’s always late… but always brings blessed loot.
Besides hunting, we end the day with our round of boss kills. I never loot anything rare. Almost always, it’s the same lucky friend who gets the best drops — I swear he has a deal with the demon himself. Still, even if I rarely win, I feel truly happy sharing fun moments with people I care about — friends who aren’t physically beside me, some not even in the same country, but who are close to my heart.
Maybe someday, when I finally reach level 1000, there will be magical confetti, spell fireworks, and loud laughter. We’ll take a photo — our tradition after every adventure. A photo that might not win any contest, but will forever be one of the most beautiful treasures in my Tibian story.
G
The Daily Trials of Rainbow Deathruns
The first light of dawn painted the streets of Thais in golden hues as Rainbow Deathruns emerged from the temple. His Stonecutter Axe rested heavily in his grip—a weapon forged for knights who knew no fear. His left arm bore the legendary Mastermind Shield, its enchanted surface gleaming under the morning sun.
Another day, another battle.
Morning: Preparing for War
At the depot, he double-checked his supplies:
✅ Health potions – even the strongest knights bleed.
✅ Mana potions – because a well-timed exura could mean survival.
✅ A rope – getting stuck underground was never an option.
✅ A shovel – hidden loot wasn’t going to dig itself up.
His magic plate armor, still bearing the scars of past battles, needed some repairs. A quick stop at Sam’s shop took care of that.
“Still swinging that axe around, huh?” Sam grinned.
Rainbow Deathruns smirked, gripping the handle. “Nothing cuts deeper.”
Midday: Into the Depths
Today’s hunt led him to the Dragon Lair of Venore. The caves trembled with the roars of the beasts inside. Heat radiated off the stone walls, and the stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the Stonecutter Axe, and stepped forward.
A dragon lunged, fire bursting from its jaws. He raised his Mastermind Shield, the enchanted barrier absorbing most of the flames. Then, with a powerful swing—CRACK!—his axe cleaved through the beast’s thick scales.
More dragons swarmed. He fought like a storm, dodging, slashing, and letting his exura heal his wounds. One by one, the creatures fell.
The loot? Gold coins, dragon ham, and a pristine dragon scale mail. A fine reward for a day’s work.
Evening: Feasting and Training
Back in Thais, Rainbow Deathruns made his way to Frodo’s Tavern. A hot plate of dragon ham and a mug of mead awaited him. Around him, adventurers shared stories of demon hunts, guild wars, and lost treasures.
But the night wasn’t over yet. After eating, he headed to the training grounds. Even after slaying dragons, a knight never stopped improving. With relentless strikes, his Stonecutter Axe cut through the wooden dummies, each swing sharpening his skill.
As the stars shone above, Rainbow Deathruns finally rested. Tomorrow would bring new battles, new dangers, and new glories.
And he would be ready.
H
Since the 13.30.14423 update which introduced Iksupan expansion my sight was directed towards the new introduced mount – Mystic Jaguar. I’ve set myself a goal to catch it, but due to his unusual and still mechanically unknown appearances I didn’t set a time limit, it would be impossible to achieve it without non-stop daily playing commitment. I took enough time to research every little piece of information to view the full picture on how should I approach this challenge. I came to conclusion – there is no better way of finding it but to be stubborn, and patient. So I weaved my visits to Iksupan Undercity into my daily routine – I start the day by going there and preparing the area by closing off any Mitmah or Iks mobs that are in the jaguar check route, which is basically all over the place. It may take some time due to my approach – I’m killing all the Mitmah Seers and Iks Yapunac’s because everything here is variable spawn, and it’s best to spawn as many Mitmah Scouts as possible, since they’re the easiest to close off, because they stay at 2 sqm range between player. It is still dangerous, once I opened one door and ended with black hp, thus I’m not closing all the possible monsters in the area, just in places where there is largest spawn density, mostly at crossroads. Area rarely resets, and I never met anyone hunting there beside killing Atab for the bosstiary, closing everything off helps those players too, so no one tried to disturb me yet. After closing off monsters, I’m free of fearing that I could accidentaly trap myself or hit him upon encounter, because it would dissapears immidietely.
While I have other routines like daily bosses and other rare spawn checks, I’m always checking in-between everything that I’m doing, although not as often as I should to maximize chances of meeting that feline bugger, which I did just once already. Unfortunetely it fled, destroying my hard earned idol in process, but it only strenghtened my resolve to finally get this mount. So here’s my routine, always starting and ending a Tibian session with a visit to Iksupan, a really long unusual grind just for a kitty.
I
Morning Dew and Goblin Deals
As the sun peeks over the horizon of Venore, I, Val Thu Rin, a dedicated MASTER sorcerer, begin my day by visiting Rafzan, the ever-busy goblin merchant. Each day, he entrusts me with six peculiar tasks—ranging from advertising his wares to gathering rare perfumes. While some might find these errands mundane, I see them as stepping stones toward the esteemed Task Manager achievement, a testament to perseverance in the world of Tibia and this would take me JUST over 80 days!
With the goblin’s madness out of the way, I head to the dream-scarred battlegrounds of Roshamuul. My mission? To repair the Half-Buried Faces by delivering Broken Dreams gathered from the gooey remains of Retching Horrors.
Sounds noble, right? It used to be relaxing too—almost poetic. But lately? It’s more like a panic-inducing dance of death. The respawn in that area has gotten… ambitious. What was once a peaceful stroll through sorrowful ruins is now a full-blown obstacle course of nightmares. One wrong step, and I’m boxed in by screaming horrors, dream eaters, and my own bad life choices. Dying while trying to be emotionally supportive to stone faces? That’s peak Tibia. Still, I push through—each butterfly I free is a small win and one step closer to the Dream Wright achievement.
As dusk settles, I return to the depot in Thais, where I rest atop my noble throne of parcels and forgotten loot. With my chores done and my health potions nearly depleted, a dangerous thought crosses my mind: “Maybe it’s time to start Twisted Waters…”
The reward? The Biodegradable achievement. The cost? Countless dead bodies, patience, and possibly your dignity. For now, I’ll just stare into my locker and pretend I’m “planning.” Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after that.
J
Quoting Britney Spears in her song “Piece of me”: another day, another drama. As I’m loging in to start my round of nemesis checks, the messages in the boss hunting group pops up: “Zushuka”. And once again, I put my clown mask because I was logged in there and if I didn’t get distracted by other things, I would have found her. And once again, the person that found her drops her items. It turned out into a routine. I remember all the times I’ve found her and she gave me nothing. I think she hates me, I’m starting to think this is personal. “Well, Zushuka, guess what? Your daily routine (during your time to appear) of humiliating me is working. Even Tyrn was a nice boss to me, but you, no, you’re always being trick! But once your cooldown is over, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you! And I’ll drop your rares!” – Says Tha, for over 5 years since she started her boss hunting routine, to her podium of Zushuka in her house in Carlin. As people pass by my house, they probably think I’m going crazy since I’m talking to a podium. Well, that’s Zushuka’s effect. And also Shlorg’s effect. And probably Ocyakao’s too, but sometimes I just give up trying to find him, I don’t have enough time or patience to camp there. My daily routine as boss hunter isn’t easy and it is frustrating, but no one obligates me to do it. I like the challenge and the emotion I feel when I find a boss, and the expectation to drop a rare item. So I’ve been doing this for 5 years, and so far, Zushuka and Shlorg are the duo that makes fun of me. Specially Zushuka. But I’m determined to get their rares and then I can make fun of them. Guess who will be laughing in the end? Well, probably them.