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Issue: 566 | 12th day of Collecting, Y14 |
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| Tales from Neopia Central: Part Twelve"Do come in, Mr. Black," the white Korbat instructed him.
Black could not help but notice the two fangs protruding from his mouth.
by herdygerdy | | I Will Stand Alone: Part EightAsyir and Seji would be ready to deal with anyone who broke through, or fight if it all went wrong.
Jazan, with both sword and magic, had to be prepared to fight the Werhond.
by saphira_27 | | The Quest to Thorn Bridge Castle: Part SixNo matter how many times she wore it, Princess Lunara was always surprised by how heavy her ancient lapis amulet was.
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by sandrilene | | His Name is Kribal: Part Four'I know who you are,' he whispered softly, keeping his eyes staring firmly forward. 'Your boss really does have people everywhere, you know?'
by d_morton | | Masquerade: Part Four"Do you have any Sugar Coated Leaf?" Zaira asked the waiter as we sat down at the table. The Grarrl waiter shook his head...
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by sin_hui_ryoma | | Storm of Fortunes: Part FourHe opened the envelope and removed a creased sheet of paper. Even as he opened it, his heart began to sink.
It was the same message he had decoded for Wolf.
by thorndove | | Beneath a Pumpkin Moon: Part TwoEven if he'd finished reading the sign, it's doubtful that Dust to Dustpan would have turned back. Warnings were, after all, for those poor, unfortunate souls that weren't Meepits.
by lilahne_aluoki | | Cinnamon and Vinegar: Part Three"Imagine. I found it completely unguarded at the top of Cloudpoint..."
by ellbot1998 | | Keep Smiling: Part Two"The Engineer went around changing everyone's species. It wasn't all at once either. She would appear one day, transform a few Fireflies, leave, then come back later to do the same thing. And in the time in between, everyone was left in a state of dread..."
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Headlines "Heroine" by suicune998 He is old and tired. Leaning on his sturdy wooden cane, the old Ogrin is pouring out the contents of the teapot into a large blue mug. The steaming liquid smells of spice and apples, a familiar fragrance that reminds him of his youth and parents in Meridell. He drinks his tea without sugar or milk and likes it stronger than most. He remembers when the wrinkles were not beneath his eyes and when the wobbliness wasn't present in his strong knees, and...
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Have Hope Kale Xadum and Bella Chorsicks walked along the cobblestoned roads, enduring the misfortune and awkwardness of a conversation for a conversation's sake.
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