|Voice of the Neopian Pound
||Issue: 211 | 7th day of Collecting, Y7
|A Royal Quest: Part OneThe
sky was blue and cloudless, the air was hot and humid, and Fighter was no more
than three days old. His owner had abandoned him...|
|Escape: Part OneValrigard the
Draik sat in front of a small open window, taking in the breathtaking landscape
with a lazy sweep of his eyes. Below, villagers were just beginning to wake
up to find their rows and rows of cornfields, berry bushes, and potato plants
soaking in the morning sun...|
|The Lost Desert Dagger: Part OneI had lost track of the time I spent being held
captive in the dungeons far beneath the sands of the Lost Desert. A month? A
year? A decade? I had stopped counting in the end. It was pointless, utterly
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SDB: Parting is Grief
Picture this: You’re standing in front of a towering, gray vault. As the lock twists open, you take a step back. The door swings and a mountain of old junk and new junk starts to fall, toppling from the peak of the vault until you’re able to swim in it. Surrounding you are old books, toys, food that has probably rotted, petpets, codestones, trading cards...
The Lupe pulled herself up off the counter,
moaning at the sore stiffness in her neck and back, and walked slowly across
to the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. She pushed through them and fetched
|Before the Dance|
At her left paw was a tambourine, which she tapped
every now and then and jiggled the shiny jingly bits. Oh, how she loved music!
Her joy in life was dancing, closely followed by unleashing the magic of the
sound of her tambourine...
|Judge Me Not by My Avatar!|
I’ll admit that an Illusen avie does not give the impression of a super faithful
evil follower of Sloth, but, as I’m trying to say, we shouldn’t be using avatars
to judge people!