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Issue: 723 | 11th day of Running, Y18 |
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Illusen Quiz
Illusen Day is my favourite Neopian day of all, the day we celebrate the kind and brave Earth Faerie. How much do you know about Illusen? Have you ever attempted to complete her quests, or perhaps you have created a gallery in her honour? This quiz will put your knowledge of Illusen and Earth Faeries to the test, have fun!
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Ghostly Dreams Identity. That was something Sylva didn't have the time or courage to keep anymore. Sylva had been a dashing young Lupe, adventurous, newly wed, setting out to sail every other weekend. What ever he was now wasn't that. Quite the opposite, if anything.
by jrayeb3 |
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Nan and the Night's Message Nan, a Green Xweetok, could not sleep. It was late, for sure; everyone else in the Neohome was fast asleep. Nan herself had gotten a little bit of sleep, but now she was awake again. Why was she awake? She did not quite know for herself, but she did feel like she was called to a task other than sleeping. She quietly opened the window and snuck out.
by mbredboy31 |
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How to say "Ugga" No, no, you're saying it wrong! It's further back in your mouth. Now make a trill back there. No, no, no – it's like a rolled 'r', but more of a rolled 'g'. Yes, I think you got it! Now try and put that sound back into the word “Ugga”... Nope, that wasn't right either. Never mind, keep trying!
by reiqua |
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Janet and Jane: The Case of the New Addition: Part Three I couldn't sleep that night. My thoughts were just out of control. Why would Jane get an apprentice? Why did James have to be our apprentice. How would the detective business be affected with him with us for a while? Ugh, never before did I want a period of time to move faster than I did now.
by chasing_stars44 |
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The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part Four Over coughing up sobs, I heard the metal door squeak, and something slipped behind me. I could see it from a shadow on the wall, standing there like stone, its shape overlapping with my quivering silhouette. Even covered in darkness I dared to not let it find my face, soaked and shaken, pressed against the cold surface of the table.
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