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Uncovering the Mysteries of the Wraiths
by drifbilim | | Description: The Final Entries of One Albert Solon Savalari During His Search to Uncover the Mysteries of the Wraiths |
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The Flight of the Court Dancer
by drifbilim | | Description: The roar of those calling for her blood as she fled through the castle gates was deafening. She ran blindly through the Castletown, hiking up her skirts and hoping to Lord Kass that there would be no town guard to bar her way. |
| Week - 735
No Small Matter
by drifbilim | | Description: Three steps into the belly of the beast, and already Yuzell was getting cold feet. |
| Week - 736
A Hot Heist
by drifbilim | | Description: “The Ice Crystal Shop could make a fortune down here,” Inhi muttered to himself as he wiped another coating of sweat from his brow. He hadn’t even entered Moltara proper, he was still waiting in the elevator queue on the surface. But it was insufferably hot—even for a Hissi like himself. |
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A Strange Necessity
by drifbilim | | Description: Nothing remarkable, or noteworthy. She could—and did—live with that. It was fulfilling, and the kindness she received in turn made it worth all her while. Which made the golden ticket in her paws all the more strange. |
| Week - 755
Nothing To Sneeze At: Part One
by drifbilim | | Description: She knew they were getting close when the tangle of trees became too much to fly through. According to one of the now lost books in Faerieland’s enormous library, the forest that contained the Haunted Woods was too dense for anyone--even Queen Fyora the book claimed, although Misquote doubted that—to spot it while flying. |
| Week - 756
Nothing To Sneeze At: Part Two
by drifbilim | | Description: Fire flowed out of her in torrents, a wave of flame. The monster shrieked, but it was a thing of slime and snot, and ultimately the only harm she’d done was set the library on fire. “Oh my faeries what monstrosity is this--” |
| Week - 777
The Magic in Being Lost: Part One
by drifbilim | | Description: She would not flee. She’d come too far to flee. She flattened both sets of ears to her head and grabbed the longer set, one in each paw. Her spine crawled. She squeezed her eyes shut as she mouthed a quiet mantra. |
| Week - 778
The Magic in Being Lost: Part Two
by drifbilim | | Description: She eyed the golden coins as they glimmered in the flickering candle light. To come so close— |
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 A History of Festival of Neggs Prizes
While Neopians everywhere have been enjoying this lively celebration for many years, the festival and its prizes have evolved over that time. In this article, I would like to go through the evolution of prizes and prize types for the Festival of Neggs.
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 King Hagan: Brightvale's Shining Beacon
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