|Come dance with the gypsies...
||Issue: 221 | 22nd day of Celebrating, Y7
We found the following 11 result(s) for the keyword kushbi
|Week - 172|
When It Does Not Pay To Play Hero...
|Description: You're not afraid of roaches?|
|Week - 175|
A Taste of His Own Medicine
|Description: Hehe... take that!|
|Week - 179|
The Case of the Derelict Jelly Neohome
|Description: Ez racked her brains as she tried to recall
the address her friend had given her. Was it 100234 or 102340 Coconut Road?
She was probably on the wrong side of the neighborhood. But Ionana the Chia
had told her that his home was superbly visible...|
|Week - 178|
|Description: Is everything relative?|
|Week - 177|
Spreading Messages of Lurve?
|Description: Happy Valentines Day!|
|Week - 183|
Too Dark for Darigan
|Description: The Grarrl glanced out of a window and frowned. An inky darkness filled
the sky, with not one star in sight. It had always been that way, just as Lord
Darigan had always been afraid of the dark since his return. |
|Week - 186|
Dining with Skarl
|Description: That's why no one hears about dung in Brightvale. :P|
|Week - 190|
Collecting Bogie Sauce
|Description: Edna had no other choice; she desperately
needed something of utmost importance and it could only be obtained at the stroke
of dawn in the Deserted Fairground. The sticky substance was easily contaminated
if not handled with care...|
|Week - 196|
Into the House of Answers
|Description: "You're on a quest for the Brain Tree? My name
is Storius and I have the largest library in the Haunted Woods. You can find
the answer to any question there. Now, hurry up, you haven't got much time left!"|
|Week - 193|
The Korbat Sanctu-ary
|Description: "The Irony of Big Ears"|
|Week - 221|
Christmas on the Citadel
|Description: Lord Darigan had decreed that whoever chose to make
his wretched land their home had to abide by one rule: No Festivities.
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|Meti and the Perfect Gift|
At the end of this road sat a small hut right
on the corner of the sand, and one of the windows cast soft reflected glow,
gold in tone, onto the ground below...
|Never Forget Me|
"She's supposed to be moving to Meridell. Her
owner is taking her. They are departing the day before Christmas..."