Eyeke Embassy
Eyeke Embassy Weekly Mining Event — Your Guide to Crafting Spaceships and Earning Rewards
Attention Alien Worlds Explorers!
Get ready for a thrilling adventure on Eyeke Embassy Lands! The Eyeke Embassy Weekly Mining Event is here, bringing exciting opportunities to craft your own exclusive spaceship while earning 1500 TLM tokens weekly and staking for more rewards. Here’s everything you need to know to participate and rise to the top of the Alien Worlds universe.
Event Highlights
Weekly Rewards:
- 1500 TLM tokens are distributed weekly.
- 1500 TLM + 20% of the Land commissions added to a Monthly Staking Pool for even greater rewards.
- 80% of the Land Commissions will be added to Eyeke Treasury to help fund future events.
Spaceship Crafting:
- Collect 5 unique parts through mining and blend them with NFTs to craft your very own spaceship.
- Only 200 spaceships are available each month, making this a rare and prestigious achievement!
How to Participate in the Eyeke Embassy Mining Event
Step 1: Collect Spaceship Parts
To craft a spaceship, gather these 5 essential parts:
YOU CAN FIND ALL THE ACTIVE BLENDS HERE [ CLICK HERE ]
- Blueprint
- Power Source [Depleted]: Recharge by blending with 2 TLM and 1 x Nature’s Growth.
- Hull [Damaged]: Repair using 2 x Standard Shovel, 1 x Abundant Avatar, and 1 x Embers of Hardening.
- Storage Unit
- Cockpit [Fried]: Repair with 2 x Standard Capacitor and 1 x Quartz of the Deep.
Bonus Drops: A small pool of pristine Power Source, Hull, and Cockpit is included for lucky miners who want to skip repairs.
- NFT Drop Schedule:
- Parts drop daily for 28 days, with fresh opportunities to mine each week.
Step 2: Mine on Eyeke Embassy Lands
- Head to Eyeke Embassy Lands in Alien Worlds and start mining.
- 1. Eyeke Embassy Capital — 22 / 5
- 2. Magor Embassy — 25 / 18
- 3. Naron Embassy — 15 / 14
- Stay active in the Alien Worlds Discord Server with at least 20 messages per week to remain eligible.
- Every mining attempt gives you a chance to receive random drops of spaceship parts.
- Make sure to check your message count by doing /lastminestats in the Alien Worlds Discord and Alien Worlds Telegram, and make sure your message count is above 10 at all times. Keep in mind your messages will decay over time, so each day make sure you are active.
Step 3: Craft Your Spaceship
Once you’ve collected all 5 parts, blend them with:
- 10 TLM
- 1 x Mineral of the Abyss NFT
- 1 x Abundant Minion (Pilot)
- 1 x Talisman Pendant for good fortune.
YOU CAN FIND ALL THE ACTIVE BLENDS HERE [ CLICK HERE ]
Tip: Don’t wait too long because there are only 200 spaceships that can be crafted each month!
Why You Need a Spaceship
These spaceships are more than just collectibles. They’re powerful tools that offer unique benefits, including:
- Exclusive Designs: Stand out among the Alien Worlds elite.
- TLM Staking Opportunities: Stake your Spaceship in Monthly Pools for lucrative rewards.
- Future Event Advantages: Use your spaceship in upcoming events. ( TBD )
How to Maximize Your Success
- Stay Active: Ensure you send at least 20 messages weekly in the Alien Worlds Discord/Telegram community to qualify.
- Mine Consistently: The more you mine, the better your chances of securing more parts.
- Be Strategic: Focus on repairing and blending parts quickly to claim your Spaceships before the monthly cap is reached (200).
Don’t Miss Out!
With only 200 Spaceships per month, this event is your chance to secure your spot among the Metaverse’s top miners. Gather your tools, start mining, and let the Eyeke Ancestors guide your journey to prestige and power.
Join the Adventure Today!
Head over to the Eyeke Embassy Lands now and start mining to craft your Spaceship. Time is ticking, and the competition is fierce. Good luck, explorers — may the Eyeke Ancestors be with you!
The Forge
The giant flight hangar buzzed with electric energy. Thirty-five teams, each with their own pilots, ships and support crews filled the air with the excitement of race day. Outside in the stands, stood tens of thousands of spectators, the annual Eyeke Embassy race brought together some of the galaxy’s most skilled crews, their ships a colorful assortment of alien designs, some sleek and powerful, others more rugged and menacing.
In the far corner, tucked away behind a pile of toolboxes and scattered hardware, an old man turned the final bolt, fastened the access panel latch, and said a silent prayer. Hand outstretched on the most beautiful thing he had ever known. The Forge, a sleek and powerful fighter jet, stripped of its armament and freshly painted. It silently stood ready, its legendary accomplishments demanding respect. Its past pilots held a place of great renown, now handed down again to a son, an unexpected illness that left the father unable to compete any longer. The fate of the race, the largest of the year, rested on the shoulders of a 17-year-old boy whose veins pulsated with Trilium-enhanced power and whose desire for greatness burned bright.
The boy sat alone in a chair, VR goggles on, his fingers twitching involuntarily as his mind’s eye traced the race course, its twists, turns, and intricate challenges designed to ensnare even the most experienced pilots.
A firm hand landed on his shoulder. He removed the goggles and a young face looked up, meeting the weathered gaze of his beloved mentor and friend. The old man’s voice was soft, but certain. “You’ll do great, kid. I think I’ve got it finished off now. Had to adjust it for your frame, those long limbs of yours. Crawl in now. Sync your trilium mods with the ship’s system. We need to finish the final touches before we send you out there.”
The boy jumped to his feet, his heart pounding. A long and lanky kid, standing there dressed in a custom fitted Trilium powered jumpsuit, the thing hummed with energy. As he made his way to the ship, the reflective lights of his suit cast long shadows across the sleek hull. With each step, the magnitude of the moment sank in—the ship was more than just metal; it was part of his legacy.
Hands gripping the ladder rungs he looked into the cockpit, a strange reverence washed over him. He remembered sitting there for the first time, his father’s arms around him, guiding his hands to the levers, his small fingers pressing buttons under the gentle direction of the man who’d taught him everything.
“Kid,” the old man called, his voice carrying up through the cockpit. “You forgot your cap.”
The boy looked down to find the old man’s hand extending a newly painted helmet, its surface gleaming with fresh metallic paint. On the side, meticulously hand-painted in bold strokes, was his call sign—BBQ. The light reflected off the design, flickering like living flames. A smile broke out across the boy’s face, his earlier nerves dissolving into a quiet certainty.
As he strapped the helmet on, the visors optic sensors and neurotransmitters synced with his suit and body mods. The connection was immediate. The moment he sat in the seat, the cockpit closed around him with a low hum, sealing off the world as the trilium system in his suit and the ship synchronized. He felt his pulse rise as the startup sequence began. The ship responded, attuning itself to his every twitch, every shift of his body. The synchronization between pilot and machine was complete.
In the silence of the cockpit, he closed his eyes, tuning out the noise, focusing inward. His mind swirled with thoughts of the race ahead—its dangers, its challenges—but also with the advice the old man had given him the first time he grilled on the BBQ. “Use the fork,” he heard in his mind. His mentor’s voice, so familiar and reassuring, echoed within him. “Son, use the fork.”
The boy’s lips curled into a smile as his eyes snapped open. He felt the words more than heard them. He was ready.
From the open comm link, the old man’s voice, now full of quiet pride, followed. “Roger that tower, I’ll taxi him up,” the old man gave him a head node“Tower I’d advise keep an eye on this one and let him cook, Let him cook.”
With that, the final touch was set. The boy’s trilium-modified body, powered by the sync with the ship, hummed with power. The connection powered to full ready for trouble. In his veins, the Trilium flowed, calm, steady, amplified—and he could feel the ship respond to every muscle, every movement. The ship and the boy were no longer separate entities. They were one. The race ahead wasn’t just about the ship’s speed; it was about the synergy between the boy and his machine.
At the starting gate as the countdown to the race began, the boy took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead. The ship’s systems, enhanced by the trilium mods, were part of him now. He didn’t just pilot the Forge—he was an extension of it, and it was an extension of him.
The engines roared to life, a deep, resonant hum filling the cockpit. The boy’s hands gripped the controls, his body responding instinctively. He was ready to be tested in the heat of the forge, transformed into a man of destiny.
