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Issue: 1047 | 28th day of Storing, Y27 |
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 | Miasmora & Wisric's Grand Meridellian MisadventureAs the passageway groaned open, Miasmora grabbed the lantern and Wisric's hoof and dragged him away from the papers spread over the floor. Collab with meercamaster184
by phadalusfish |  | In the MarginsFor all her confidence and aplomb when speaking to Cleo, if Tavasz was being honest with herself she would have to admit that getting a Woodlander to willingly put themselves in harm's way for Faerieland was not going to be a simple matter.
by shinkoryu14 |  | The Adventures of Draikin and the Light FaerieMaster Vex was bored again and in a dreadful mood. This morning, the Darigan Mynci dungeon warden had outplayed the last of his prisoners at the cellblock once again. And it didn’t appear that anyone knew was on the way...
by jennythegreat |  | The Fading GlowThe air in the train car after Uzarro's arrival was immediately tense. Parents covered their children's ears with one hand while taking out their valuables with the other.
by opossumman |  | The Heist at the Chocolate Factory.Agony tore through Thorens' chest as the blade pierced him. For a heartbeat, he could not breathe; the air abandoned his lungs, and the ground rushed up to claim him. His body crumpled, cold dirt pressing against his cheek, while a...Collab with rascle90 & kikepv
by sebaspet717 |  | A Haunted School, Hidden Deep in the WoodsMylith woke up, rubbing her head as her eyes adjusted to the low light. She appeared to be outside, lying on top of wet concrete...Collab with vicunas
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"Sophie & The Story Collector" by _myst_queen
The hollow echo of someone knocking on her door made Sophie’s shoulders tense in irritation. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? She was very busy these days. Working on potions… and… things. Nevertheless, she hunkered further into her spellbook. Perhaps if she read hard enough, the intruders would go away. Concentrating on the black-inked words of a new potion to rid gardens of Meepits, Sophie thought she’d been successful in deterring the unwanted guests from her swampy stoop. At the beginning of the week, she saw villagers approach her hut looking for help. “I’m busy!” she had yelled through the door. She was not busy. Not in the slightest. After harsh whispers amongst themselves, they finally dispersed and Sophie thought that was the end of that. Except two days later, another group trekked through the swamp. That time when they knocked on her door, she yelled, “Sophie’s not here!” She was there, but they really couldn’t catch the hint, could they? Thinking that was the last of that, Sophie nearly forgot the villagers of Neovia seemed to want her for something. “Miss Sophie? I know you’re in there,” a voice called out from the other side of the door. “It’s—It’s Alabaster Chesterdrawers?”
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 A Visit To New Faerieland
During my recent visit to Faerie City, as I was browsing through the new releases at the Faerieland Bookshop, I overheard two Faerieland locals mention something about a NEW Faerieland, one that was in the sky.
by weiyannn |
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 If It Fits in the Mouth, It’s Food
Welcome one and all to a not-so-typical guide to “Is that really food?” delicacies, a rare informative piece for one of our most beloved (if not misunderstood) pets: the Skeiths!
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