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I added this nifty little box :3 Puzzle Update: No one has solved it yet :( Take anything (and I mean anything) off of this page without asking, and I shall curse you with a blight much worse than you could imagine. Well, I would. But, alas, I have not studied up on my ancient incantations, so I guess I'll settle for, y'know, reporting you for theft. Yeah, I can do that. |
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Why hello there. I see you have stumbled upon my secret page. No, come back. Don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of. Yes yes, come in, come in, sit down. How about having a spot of tea or a biscuit? They're freshly made. Come now. Don't be afraid. Have some tea and biscuits.
Though the yurble is grinning happily at you, you don't dare refuse the snack. You look down at the tea and biscuits before you. They're good, aren't they? I picked up that tea recipe while adventuring in Geraptiku. And the biscuits I learned how to make while dining with the Negg Faerie. Yessiree, I've been to a great many places around Neopia, though there's still so much more to discover. Come now, I'm sure you're hungrier than that; it's not like the tea and biscuits are poisoned. Somehow you're still reluctant to believe the yurble, even though you've tasted both. You pick up a biscuit and start nibbling at it again, hoping the strange babbling yurble will make his point and let you leave. There there. He finally pulls up a chair and sits on it. If it makes you happier, I'll eat some of these m'self. Now then; where was I? He grabs a biscuit and starts taking generous bits out of it, finishing it within seconds. Oh, right right. I remember now. Well, you should get comfortable. This might take awhile, though I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Now now, I told you not to be afraid. Relax a bit. Nothing's going to happen. He smiles again, warmly. You still don't want to stay, though it feels as if some unseen force is making you. You just sip the tea and stare at the yurble, waiting for him to begin. |
| In The Beginning... |
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Hm. Well. Were to being. Well, ol' chap, I was created a lovely green yurble, though I was the adventurous type, always getting m'self into trouble. I'd often spend my afternoons climbing the neighbors' trees, even though my mother didn't really approve. Oh, her face used to get so red whenever I did that.
The yurble starts chuckling. To avoid angering him again, you fake a laugh and hope it doesn't sound as forced as it felt. You go back to sipping the cup of tea. The flavor has started growing on you, and you have started taking somewhat larger sips. Ah, yes. I remember my childhood quite well. But I won't bore you with the details. Nope, I won't. Now then. When I was able to, I left my house and started exploring every land I possibly could. I wanted to see all of Neopia, and see all of it I have. Well, all that I can see, that is. There're some far reaches of this world I have yet to venture into. Yepyep. There're some places no one's gone, and so, of course, I haven't been there. But where there's places to go, I've been. Though I have gotten lost a few times. He chuckles again. You force another laugh. Now then... I think I have it around here somewhere...
At this point, he starts venturing over to a bookshelf, obviously looking for something. Part of you wants to dash out of this house now that you've got the chance. Yet somehow you feel compelled to stay. You just sit there, sipping the tea. |
| Early Adventures |
Aha! I have found it! I knew it was here. Yes yes, I knew it. He pulls forth a pile of books from the bookcase and sets two of them down in front of you on the table.
![]() ![]() Yesiree. The first place I made my way to after I left home was none other than Roo Island. 'Twas a quaint little place, the smallest island I've ever been to. I liked it there. It was nice and cozy, and I even got to meet the King Roo and Count Von Roo. Yepyep. But I couldn't stay. I needed adventure in my life. And so I left for the neighboring Kiko Lake, though there wasn't really anything to see there. I basically went for a glass-bottom boat ride and went to go adventure elsewhere.
You look up at the yurble as he balances a pile of books on his hand. Then, you open up the thin books and see pages and pages of fanciful pictures from Roo Island and Kiko Lake. Before you finish looking through them, the yurble slaps three more books on the table, nearly knocking over the rest of the tea and biscuits.
Yessir. I liked those tiny lands, but I still yearned for adventure, so I made my way over to Brightvale. Oh, what an interesting sort of place Brightvale is. It's all orderly and knowledgeable about who knows what. I tell ya, if you ever want to know something, go ask anyone from Brightvale. They'd tell you what you want to know and then some. And King Hagan--he's the current undisputed monarch of Brightvale, in case you were wondering--knows more than all of his citizens, and they know quite a lot. If you ever want to know something, Brightvale's the place to go. Yepyep. You pick up the book about Brightvale, and turn open to a random page. On your left, you see three pictures of the yurble smiling to the camera, his arm draped around random Brightvale citizens--King Hagan, the glazers shopkeeper, and that annoying orange ixi. On your right is a completely blank page. You flip through the remaining pages, and they're all completely blank. You look up to the yurble for an explanation. Yepyep. You notice he says that often. It starts wearing on your nerves. Fine people in Brightvale, though I think the neighboring Meridell is much more interesting; there also seems to be more to do there. Ah, Meridell. Meridell has its own resident Faerie, y'know. She's Illusen, and she's quite the elegant Earth Faerie. She has her own recipe for special cookies, y'know. I think I have a batch made somewhere around here... He starts searching the cabinets until he finds what he's looking for. It looks like a plain cookie jar. Here you go. You should try that. They're really good.
Oh yes. There's lots to do in Meridell. You can roll cheese down a hill, pick berries, bet your life savings, or go have a nice relaxing day kissing mortogs. Of course I did all of that, but adventure awaited! I saw that dark, evil-looking cloud looming in the distance, and I knew I just had to go take a peek. It seems the citadel isn't as scary as it appears, ol' chap. Sure, there's lotsa creepy looking things up there, but they're all pretty friendly, though that may have just been because I'm a cookie m'self. He smiles. I would have stayed longer there, but, to tell the truth, the whole purple'n'black thing was a bit depressing. I didn't meet Darigan himself, though I didn't really want to. Ah yes. He sits down again, putting the remaining books on the floor. At this point, you're a bit terrified, a bit bored, and a bit wanting to leave. You expect him to start talking again, but he doesn't; he just sits there, awkwardly pausing, as if there were something else on his mind. At last, he starts again. |
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Well, I left Meridell after awhile. I had to. I needed to get out. There was still much more to see. After this, I went and visited the Haunted Woods. There, I chatted it up for awhile with Edna and Sophie--both fine lasses--and strolled around Neovia. But the Haunted Woods didn't keep my interest. I mean, how could it? It's just so dark and dreary. Somehow, a few days later, I found m'self wandering through the lost Desert. I guess that's why they call it the lost desert. He chuckled. You actually laughed a bit.
Yepyep. I explored somewhat, visited Quasala and Sahkmet, saw Coltzan's Shrine, engaged in a game of Tug-of-War. But let me tell you, they call it a desert for a reason. It is so very hot in that desert. So naturally I didn't stay long. I didn't want to become a burnt cookie, and sunblock makes me soggy.
Picking up a cold cup of tea, the yurble takes a sip before starting. After getting lost in the Lost Desert, I made my way over mountains over to the port city of Altador. The bustling city streets were filled with history and culture, and I very much wanted to see all of the city. However, much to my dismay, I could only venture to a few places, and after meeting King Altador and his council, I sadly left, as almost every other building was locked. Before I left, though, I did look through the city archives. Let me tell you, it was mighty interesting. Yepyep. I learned a lot from that place. I almost felt as knowledgeable as those Brightvale citizens. Almost.At this, you pick up the Altador-style book and start glancing through it. You don't feel as interested, and this whole talk is starting to get a bit boring. You hope he finishes soon. Before he can speak, you pick up the other book, and start looking through it as he goes on.
After that, I traversed northward up to Shenkuu. It's a very interesting place, full of things from a different time, similar to Altador, though obviously from a different time. You start to become resltess; you've finished the tea and biscuits, as well as the extra cookies he gave you. You hope he gets to his point. Ah, I can see you're getting bored of me talking. Well, I'll try to make the rest of this short. You hope he tells the truth. He hauls another three books onto the table.
Yepyep. I'll keep this short for you. After Shenkuu, I made my way--by boat, of course--over to Terror Mountain. I climbed all the way up to the top, and on my way down, I chatted with the Negg Faerie and the Snow Faerie one day at lunch. They told me of a long forgotten passageway to another land, and of course I had to go find it. Eventually I did, in a cave near the snowager. Y'know, ol' chap, that was probably one of the most terrifying times of my life. I had to slide down this narrow crack in the ice. It was off between--forgive me, I'm rambling. Anyway, I found my way off to Tyrannia. And believe me, I know how those Brightvale citizens must've felt when I was in town, because that was how I felt in Tyrannia. I didn't stay long; I grabbed some omelette, saw a concert or two, then dove into the water. You start fiddling with the books again. Flipping through the pages, you start to see the yurble with notable Neopians at notable places doing notable things. Or so says the scrawled handwriting in the margins. Then you start wondering how a biscuit pet could safely descend to Maraqua and live, but you don't feel like asking. Instead you just sit there and look up at the yurble, waiting for him to continue. And Maraqua was wet, ol' chap. Take it from me. I probably wouldn't have survived, yet I did anyway. Don't ask me how. I just did. I met lots of interesting looking fellas down there, and even King Kelpbeard himself. He was quite the character. It was nice to see how prosperous Maraqua has become after repeated attacks from those dastardly pirates. He pauses, as if searching for words. Would you like more tea? Reluctantly, you let him get you more tea, as you tidy up the books that are splattered all over the table. You wonder how much more he has to say when you notice that there are five more books sitting on the floor next to his chair. He hands you your tea, and looks ready to continue. |
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Well there, you're looking more restless every moment. Don't worry, I won't keep you much longer. Well, after Maraqua, I ventured over to Mystery Island. 'Twas a nice island. Quite tribal. Met the Tiki Man and Jhudiah, and I managed to venture through the deserted tomb in Geraptiku. Then I went to Krawk Island. You'd be surprised, but the pirates there are all really friendly. Some even sold me a rather expensive pea; I think I overpayed for it because, personally, it tasted the same as every other pea, yet they kept on claiming that it was "super." Ha. Whoever heard of a super pea? Well, I tried to go visit the fabled Lutari Island after that, but all the pirates there either thought I was crazy or flat out refused. Yepyep. No way to get to Lutari island.
He tossed two more books onto the table. You don't touch them at all. Seeing you hugging the cup of tea and taking a sip of his, he simply tosses another two books onto the table, hoping you'd look through those. You don't. You've grown bored of the books. You want to know why you're here. You just want him to continue the story.
He takes another sip of his tea. Well, after Krawk Island, I headed off to Faerieland. It's nice up there, all white and fluffy, though a bit unexciting. There's lots of faeries, and even Fyora herself. But it's too pink and joyous for me. So I bought myself a ship ticket and flew through space to the Virtupets Space Station. That place was pretty cool, if I do say so m'self, though a bit too high-tech and sophisticated, as if the Brightvale citizens built their own space machine. 'Twas amazing, yet certainly confounding. And that Sloth guy, he's not so bad. Yessir. He's not so bad. He even offered to blast me over to Kreludor. And he did. Though there wasn't much on Kreludor. Just a couple of shops and a vending machine. I had hoped it'd be more exciting, but it wasn't. And so I returned home. I mean, I had nowhere else to venture, nowhere else to explore. Yessiree, I just headed home.And with that, the yurble appeared to be finished with his tale, at long last, even though it seemed like he still had something to say. You wait impatiently for the living biscuit to tell you why you're here and what he needs you for. When he says nothing, you get up, and turn to the door. |
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Oh, wait, before you go, I have something to tell you. Since my travels are over, I've delighted myself to writing about my travels and telling everyone about it. Though no one has ever stayed this long. You're special, ol' chap. Yessir, there's something special about you. That's why I told you all that. And so I'd like to finish what I've started. I'm Galyetas, a biscuit yurble. I have an extreme like for cookies of all sorts, though I guess that makes me a bit of a cannibal. He chuckled. Sensing this would be awhile, you sit down again. I love all of Neopia, and throughout my lifetime, I have tried over and over to capture it all, yet everything I do leaves me empty inside. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to say what happened when I returned home.
You nod your head, telling him to continue. You wonder how much longer this is going to be, though you suddenly pity the yurble. You wonder what's in store, yet you haven't a clue. Ah yes. Anyway, I returned home, and I found absolutely nothing. That's the best way to put it. My friends were grown and gone, my family up and left, my old house had even turned into a child's playground. There was nothing left but a bunch of memories. I just wish they told me. Even when I finally got a postcard from them, no one told where they were. How was I to contact them? They left nothing, and I felt alone.
You don't know if you should be pitying this yurble, or wary of his tactics. You then see the yurble stoop down to pick something off the floor. You suddenly become curious, thinking that all the books were already on the table, stacked neatly, thanks to you. He gently placed one last item in front of you. It is the postcard he received from his family that one fateful day.
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Yepyep. Since then, I've used my time to fiddle around and make my own things and trinkets, anything to keep my attention. I've been utterly bored since then, and I have been trying to find something, anything to do. Would you like to see some of this?
You nod your head yes. The yurble walks into another room and shortly emerges carrying a box marked "Puzzles." You wonder what on Neopia could be contained in there. Anxiously, you start shifting around on your chair.
Now now, ol' chap, there's nothing to be afraid of. Nothing a'tall. Just sit still. Now then. This is just some stuff I've created over the years. I think it's turned out kind of nicely. You can go ahead and fiddle with it, if you want. He puts puts the box on the floor, then moves all of the books off of the table, taking care to keep the postcard in pristine condition. Then, he places the box on the table. You look inside and see all sorts of puzzles.
As you look through the box, you become awed at how many puzzles this lone yurble has created. Curiously, you wonder if he still makes stuff like this. Again, before you can ask, he starts talking again. Yessir. Those puzzles and the other trinkets I made captured my attention for awhile. But soon I grew bored of it all. I wanted something else. So I started making puzzles from words, and I hoped one day I could share them with someone. It's wonderful to see that I finally have someone to share them with. So, if you want, I'll tell you the first puzzle, and hopefully you can solve it. You just nod slightly in his direction, wondering what is in store. After taking the box off the table and grabbing some paper and pencils, you both sit down, ready to start. |
| The Puzzle |
So, as you know ol' chap, I've explored mostly all of Neopia, and I've gone most every place. However, there's a passion of mine that rises over that of exploration, and it's that of cookies. This very passion is what caused me to want to be painted biscuit. And now here I am, painted biscuit. Well, I have to tell you, that I went out one day and I explored the lands looking for some sandwich cookies. And I found some. Five to be exact.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Mint Acara Sandwich Cookie, Chocolate Lenny Sandwich Cookie, Strawberry Techo Biscuit, Banana Blumaroo Biscuit, Lemon Yurble Meringue Cookie
Now, it was no easy task finding these cookies. And I had to look everywhere. And I mean everywhere. But I found them. And I found them all in five different Neopian locations, represented below.
Now then. So, I found these five sandwich cookies each in a different place around Neopia. This would've been all fine and dandy, except for the fact that a different Neopian villain was wandering around in each of those five places; however, they must've been on vacation or something, as they weren't located in their usual scene and they made no attempt to annoy me.
And so, at each of these five different locations, containing five sacred cookies, there lurked five dastardly Neopians who took no initiative to conduct evil. Instead, each one simply greeted me in his or her own style, then walked away. These greetings varied from the classic "Hello" to the street styles of "Yo" and "Sup" to the inaudible, but no less greeting, of a head bob and a grin.
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Clue #5
Well, good luck with that puzzle, ol' chap. I'm sure you can figure it out, if you think about it enough. However, I understand that you can't be holed up in my house forever, so I'll give you hints as you need them, if it starts taking you too long. Good luck ^_^ You may need it. You listen to everything the crazy yurble just told you, scribbling down notes on your piece of paper. As you try to make sense of what has been said, you start making guesses as to what goes with what. Even though the yurble seems to have left out a few details, his pictures fill in the last clues, and by the end of July you give him your answer. ._._._._._._._._._._. Yes, you can actually attempt to complete the puzzle; I just hope people actually do complete it. But try to have fun doing it. It's supposed to be a bit hard. It'll just make you work that much more ;) Hey there. Squirrly speaking now. Please note that the above puzzle is merely that, a puzzle. It is meant to be solved with logic, though that doesn't mean you can rule out any possibilities before you can prove them wrong. Yes, I know the Gelatinous Non-Cube doesn't have a mouth, but he may have greeted Galyetas by saying "Hello." He might not've. You don't know. Or do you? Just make sure to keep that in mind. And before it happens: no, the people and the places have no correlation. They're on vacation, remember? I tried to keep the two as unrelated as I could, but if you find any relations, forget them. You'll be better off. |
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