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Issue: 837 | 17th day of Hiding, Y20 |
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Week - 818
Ways to wind down after a frustrating day in Neopia
by smilingpony | | Description: Here are some top tips for overcoming the frustrations you may encounter as you try and improve your status in Neopia. |
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Neopian Spells: who, what, where, why and how?
by smilingpony | | Description: Spells are powerful things, though not to be confused for spelling (although the correct spelling in casting spells is usually a requirement, some terrible fates have befallen Neopians who have accidentally spelled something wrong whilst casting their spell – for example the poor Lupe who was trying to make a new aisle in his shop and accidentally created a small isle to appear off the coast of Meridell), so both spells and spelling are powerful tools and can be misused in the wrong hands. |
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 Lupe Pack Detectives-Copycat:Part Two
It had been several days since the attack on Headquarters was reported as breaking news in the Neopian Times. While both Squire Oak and I were stuck at Shade’s Neohome for safety concerns, Shade was out gathering whatever information he could dig up from his sources.
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 King Altador's Substitute:Part Four
Eventually, Queen Nera managed to fix everything. The small yooyu island had been fully repaired, the Hall of Heroes ceiling was fixed, the altachucks had been found and returned to their cages, and everything seemed to be in order, finally.
by trishabeakens |
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 Regar and the Potion
The light from the fire was just bright enough to illuminate Regar’s desk. The parchments were rolled up onto each other, the wet ink smearing at the corners. The fire also shone an orange light onto the other fixtures of Regar’s home: the tall bookshelf filled with every magic book under the sun, potions that had been passed down from masters to apprentices for thousands of years, specimens that seemed to move when just out of eyeshot, a rusty kettle atop an old wooden end table, a thick shaggy coat that hung on the wall beside an intricate walking stick, and, finally, a musty cot, taken from an abandoned cabin and covered with moss to add comfort.
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