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Oddities of Neopia: Ye Olde Fishing Vortex
by alice_sadness
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 Ballad of the Faerie's Champion: Esteem - Part Four
"I ain't a genius with a sword," he said slowly. "I gotta practice constantly, or I lose my edge. But there's no practice yard here and I don't reckon anybody'd appreciate me breaking vases by swinging a sword around inside. If I'm gonna be a proper knight I gotta learn mounted combat sooner or later, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind goin' out to practice a bit."
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 To Know the Rain
He wondered what rain felt like. Was it hot like the volcano rivers or was it cold like the fabled Terror Mountains? Soft? Hard? Did it come in different colours?
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 The Puppeteer: Part Seven
"You know what this insubordination will cost you?" Rosh asked calmly as she stepped forward and deflected his blade with a smattering of sparks.
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