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Illusen
By L_u_c_y_c

In the quiet of Meridell,
She sits in the shade,
Waiting for visitors,
To stop by her glade,
I wandered over,
With mind to request,
That I perform
My 50th quest,
As I approached,
She gave me a smile,
Said she had the perfect quest,
And would make it worthwhile,
I quickly agreed,
And asked what she desired,
Crossing my fingers,
It could easily be acquired,
"Ah!" she said, "the big five-O!
- That truly is devotion,
Here is what I need from you,
A red Draik morphing potion!"
I stared at her blankly,
Was she having a laugh?
I wanted an easy quest,
So that I could get her staff!
"Draik Morphing potion?!?
That's rarity ninety-nine!
Ask me another please,
Or at least give me more time!"
Illusen laughed at me,
Ignoring my worry,
"Sixteen minutes is all you get,
If I were you I'd hurry!"
Well of course I failed,
In my anger I did smoulder,
I slumped upon the ground,
When I was tapped upon my shoulder,
I looked up crossly,
A faerie was stood there,
Wearing a purple gown
That matched her purple hair,
"My name is Jhudora," she said,
"Pay my sister no heed,
Illusen gives out silly quests,
I have what you REALLY need..."

The Shopkeepers of Neovia
By Silver_spiderlilies

In the mist-wreathed town of Neovia
Threaded with dull flat, flavour,
Thrive silent shopkeepers of queerest sort
Content in their pebbled fort

The gayest lady if I may say,
Is the Meerca who sells crumpets
- Hot flaked pastries by the day!
With hue-splashed apron, rumpled

Curtsy now for twin gentlemen
Collars ruffed with valor
They stitch and press and take in hems
Prigpants and Swolthy, tailors!

The saucy Pteri at the Printing Press
Cuts a dainty figure, indeed
All trussed in that navy dress;
Tresses the hue of beet

A stalwart Nimmo's old Alabaster
Always with lamp in hand
For antiques visit Chesterdrawer's
The finest in the land

In the mist-wreathed town of Neovia
Threaded with dull flat, flavour,
Thrive silent shopkeepers of queerest sort
Content in their pebbled fort

The Usul Conqueror
By Opthal

Splendid in his radiant decor
Sits the Conqueror, upon his throne
A glamorous crown rests upon his head
The jewels in his coat seem carefully sewn

And ah, what an excellent coat it is!
Rich in color, the finest delight!
Lined with the fur of luxury
Not a speck of dust or dirt in sight

A cocky stance of confidence
Emerald eyes, mischief alight
His posture remains so sure, so tall
Luring attention from lack of height

Raven locks of the darkest black
Grace his elegant head
Such stunning fashion, simplistic yet true
Contrasting so well with his attire of red

Wealthy with a generous heart
Riches abound in store
Need a hand? A few days' bread?
Sift through his treasures galore

The greatest warrior of our time
He battles and gives to the poor
Should injustice arise, he's evil's demise
His legend seems but mere folklore

Royal to the tips of his shoes
He remains the epitome of suave elegance
Should you find yourself at his mercy one day
His courtesy is your recompense

Here be the Conqueror, Usul King
Valiant, with a heart of gold
Fortune and victory his reign will bring
Or so his subjects are told

Neopian Dreams
By Dragodaniel

Awakening to another life
Where every day is filled
With plans that reach fruition
And dreams that are fulfilled;

Where each action made
Each game that's played
Is a score set to stay;
And with each passing day

There's more to discover
And it's all for the taking-
The trophies aglitt'ring
Like fortunes worth making;

And each day there's waiting
Yet another surprise,
A handful of items,
And a feast for the eyes;

From n00bies to wrinklies
Each one is afflicted-
And we're all united
'Cause we're all addicted

To trav'lling each day
Through snow, skies or sands,
To a brave new adventure
Or a guildful of friends;

To roam where we choose
In these lands of the free,
It's the vastness of choice
That gives reason to BE!

At the end of the day
When journey's been made,
When hanged be the boots,
And sheathed the blade,

When midnight does beckon
The end's nigh, 't would seem,
Yet the spirit burns on
As we dream Neopian dreams...

Nextris, Virtupets Spy
By Vixenspurr

The metallic door slides open
The Zafara steps inside
With a solemn look upon his face
But a light step in his stride.

A loud crash is heard behind him
As the door closes shut with a bang.
He doesn't flinch or show weakness
Even when his boss starts to harangue.

"Nextris!" bellows Dr. Sloth, who
looms over the desk in clear view.
He smiles cruelly and addresses his minion,
"You know I've been waiting for you."

Not a word comes from the Zafara,
Just a nod as a simple reply.
He looks slightly bored and weary,
No matter what his gold fur might imply.

Dr. Sloth reaches into the shadows,
Withdrawing a small photograph.
He slams it down on the table
And chuckles - a menacing laugh.

Nextris eyes his boss with suspicion
And turns the picture around on the desk.
What it portrays is nothing quite new,
Just a Korbat, short and grotesque.

"A fugitive?" Nextris asks Sloth.
The doctor nods and begins to speak.
"This mutant, Experiment 3541,
escaped me only last week."

"She's a crafty one, that Korbat.
Got out of her cage on the double.
Though for you, my young friend,
I'll seriously doubt that she will be any trouble."

Nextris takes the picture in his hand,
And tucks it into his pack.
With a quick salute to his master,
He exits and doesn't look back.

"3541 has run away," says he,
"Soon our paths will collide.
For once I set my sights on a fugitive,
There is nowhere to run or hide."



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