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Issue: 691 | 24th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Headlines "A Trip to the Tomb" by aprildewdrops It was a cold summer night, all the people on Mystery Island had gone to bed. There were but two people awake on the island, an old Nimmo keeping an eye on the Rock Pool, and the Island Mystic. Or so they thought. As the rain gently poured down on sleeping island a silent figure rode ashore and docked his boat. He was covered in black clothes and a hood, leaving himself unrecognizable to anyone who saw it.
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A Trip to the Tomb It was a cold summer night, all the people on Mystery Island had gone to bed. There were but two people awake on the island, an old Nimmo keeping an eye on the Rock Pool, and the Island Mystic. Or so they thought.
by aprildewdrops |
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A Stealthy Shoyru's Mission Deep within the mountains of Shenkuu, a tiny temple rested carved into the side of one of the highest peaks. The chipped gray paint of the walls and the torn red banner that waved aimlessly gave the impression that this particular temple was most likely abandoned long ago. However, to think that this tiny building nestled deep within the mountain was devoid of any company was incorrect.
by sassyxsandra |
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Fast Guide to the Turtum Avatar This guide is all about earning that elusive Turtum avatar from Ultimate Bulls-Eye II! Much like the game itself, this guide is short and sweet. It’s designed to help you earn the avatar in no time at all and quite painlessly too!
by return_of_weatherbee |
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Faerie Wings III: The Nightmare of Dreamland: Part Seven The faerie growled and backed away from the unconscious Air faerie, who was still lying on the floor. “Why don’t you three pesky girls leave me alone!” the cloaked faerie commanded as she summoned two large-sized orbs in her hands. Without warning, she threw the dark blue orbs towards Brillare.
by downrightdude |
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Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Four By the ninth day, Arthur was weak and incredibly sore. His dreary eyes glanced quickly at the bruises and blisters that covered his feet. As Art staggered, he fell fast onto the cold ground. The fog in the forest surrounded his rigid body, and he fought to strain his head up. Art could see the flicker of some gold up ahead, and he slowly heaved his body forward, lacking the strength to stand back up.Also by surath
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