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Headlines "Kursak" by mabi1234 Kursak was born in a small farming village near the kingdom of Meridell. His family taught him everything he needed to know about having an honourable, hard-working life.
Son, it is important that you work hard all your life, no matter what your goals might be. If you do so, you will be much closer to fulfilling them'', his father would say.
The road may be long, but never lose hope, and always remember that you have a place to return'', Kursak frequently heard his mother say.
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Kursak Since an early age, he showed all those around him that he was not destined to be a farmer, much to his parents' delight. All his life he had been taught about honour and had learned that there was a profession in which Neopets could help others, defend them and fight for honour: Knighthood.
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A Stranger Tale of Goldrun: Part One The Halloween Bori sprinkled a few herbs into the camp fire that made it flare and change colour to an acid green that illuminated the bright face paints smeared across the creature's skull. The Bori stood up, grasping a gnarled staff in his hands, and began to chant as he slowly danced around the fire. Local Petpets stopped in their nocturnal business to watch and listen, and above them even the desert stars seemed to be waiting, as if the Bori's actions were important.
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