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 | Mr. Aramate's Wonderous Emporium of the Soul: Part OneHalfcastle Forge was that most curious of border towns. Neither here, nor there, and certainly of no real importance. Not quite in the Endless Plains. Certainly not part of the Haunted Woods. And not on a major trade route. The town, if you could even call it a town, had only one real claim to fame - being on the Demonica River.
by herdygerdy |  | Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic AdventuresSweat ran down the side of Meegla's face as she stared at the card in her gloved paws. Yesterday, the Aisha had spent four hours playing Guess the Card with her humble sidekick, Fargon the Grundo. Fargon had been bored out of his mind, begging her to go play some Destructomatch III with him instead, but Meegla had insisted he let her guess the patterns on the cards until her guesses were nearly 90 percent correct.
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"Timmett's Transformation" by fields_of_gold
The auction house echoed with life, its high stone walls and wood floors reverberating with the sounds of arguing people. Auctioneers shouted over one another as lots rose in price and bidding times ran out.
Amongst all the chaos stood a scruffy yellow Yurble, seemingly oblivious to the activity around him. In one paw he absently fingered a bag full of Neopoints, and he stared longingly at something on one of the long wooden auction tables.
A heavyset blue Scorchio wearing a rather bright red and green visor and matching vest approached from the other side of the table. “Can I help you sonny?” he asked jovially.
The Yurble looked up, startled out of his reverie, “Oh, no, thank you, I'm just looking.” His eyes wandered back to the baby paint brush sitting on the table in front of him, and he looked at the high price tag sadly.
Suddenly a voice, barely heard over the noise in the hall, called his name. “Timmett! Come on, we're leaving!”
Sighing, Timmett turned and headed in the direction of the voice. A tall, thinly built blonde woman, surrounded by three other pets, stood waiting in front of the large oak doors. “Come on Tim,” she said kindly, resting a hand on his head as she guided the four pets out of the auction house and into the bright sunlight.
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 The Pirate King Files: Amulet of the Twelve Sands
The Chia Police officer scribbled something in his notebook and glanced again at the glass display case. According to the museum curator, the thing inside had been stolen, and yet the glass showed no signs of breaking or tampering. Someone simply unlocked the box and removed the item.
by ezel68 |
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 Timmett's Transformation
The auction house echoed with life, its high stone walls and wood floors reverberating with the sounds of arguing people. Auctioneers shouted over one another as lots rose in price and bidding times ran out.
by fields_of_gold |
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 Are You a True Neopian?
In my opinion it is not your achievements that make you a Neopian but your mistakes and failures and how you learn from them. We can’t all be well known or fantastic at games or collecting avatars or in the Battledome. But we can all commiserate together when things go wrong. If you still keep coming back to this site despite all the disasters and upsets you truly can consider yourself a Neopian.
by equinewhispers |
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 Charity Corner Shouldn't Be The End
For those of you who love charity, I have some terrific news for you! Charity Corner doesn’t have to be the end of your charitable contributions to Neopian society! There are so many great things that you can do out there!
by cadetbush |
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