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Issue: 990 | 25th day of Hiding, Y25 |
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 | Sands of an Hourglass"A family of four traversed the dunes of the Lost Desert on an Apis caravan. The father, an Acara, was telling a story..."
by nick_and_nickette |  | The Shoyru Spy"The Neopian Plaza was as bustling as ever, filled with shoppers going from one store to another, the warm baked aromas of the Pizzaroo wafting through the air, and the sounds of customers trying out new musical instruments in the Music Shop..."
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"Underground Underdogs" by flannelle
From the deepest crevices of the ground, great swathes of steam rose to the stalactites that were Moltara City’s rocky sky. The rhythmic rumble of working engines and the rattle of rotating cogs filled the air. Several blinking beacons lit the cave—the famed glowing lanterns—for Moltara had no sun, but it shone anyway. Rusted metal and behemothic boulders composed their buildings; within, they all glowed with the same orangey glow. The ground was tepid, alive with the lava in its depths. To the wayward wanderer, Moltara was an intimidating destination; only the most experienced of travellers dared to descend to the molten abyss.
To Tulah Kisner, right forward of Team Moltara, Moltara was home. She inhaled deeply the steamy air. Her glowing fur smouldered happily like coal returned to its hearth. The Altador Cup was behind her, but not too far behind. The memories of their few defeats and fewer victories churned inside of her. Her body was a cauldron, bubbling, boiling, with tumultuous thoughts. Moltara received its team with open arms, of course, and its citizens still cheered at their return. Tulah did not join them in their celebration, however. The homecoming was lost on her.
Captain Aldric invited the Moltara Team to supper at Molten Morsels.
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 At the Sign of the Dancing Dragoyle
"Located in a mountain village in northern Meridell, the Dancing Dragoyle, marked by a sign with a Dragoyle caught up in an ecstatic dance, was a tavern always filled to the brim with the dregs of Neopian society..."
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 How Does it Work: Discarded Items
Gather round, gather round. I have been given some secret information from a reliable source close to a certain green Medieval-living faerie herself… a secret never before made public and sure to leave you in shock and awe.
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