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 | How a Clompkin found his patchIt’s difficult being a Clompkin in a field of pumpkins sometimes.
by super_star12001 |  | Laugh Please!Marna the Grarrl loved her position as court cook for the mostly grumpy King Skarl, but something was wrong of late. The King had not laughed for some time and was becoming more and more grumpy by the day if that was possible and the poor Meridell cleaners were being overworked with their more and more frequent trips to the Rubbish Dump.
by myownworld09 |  | A Happy Gnomes New Friend.The sound of butterfly wings fluttering through the wind echoes through the tribe. Past the woodland and through the bright, green trees lies a tribe full of the tiniest Kacheeks, dressed up as gnomes. They wear red, blue, green, all kind of colour hats. With hearts dedicated to their tribe, they swore to protect each other and any invasion that occurs.
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"A Happy Gnomes New Friend." by yellowstefy
The sound of butterfly wings fluttering through the wind echoes through the tribe. Past the woodland and through the bright, green trees lies a tribe full of the tiniest Kacheeks, dressed up as gnomes. They wear red, blue, green, all kind of colour hats. With hearts dedicated to their tribe, they swore to protect each other and any invasion that occurs. Trails of ants march through the tribe bringing back recourses and necessities back from their adventures. The Kacheeks protect all insects big and small. The leader is a special Kacheek, he is bright, witty and of course happy. He goes by the name Gedda HappyCheek.
Gedda enjoys adventure, and of course protecting his tribe. He is a strong minded Yellow Kacheek with a red gnome hat. He has a beard that’s as white as an Abominable Snowman. He isn’t quite tall compared to the average Neopet but he is definitely the tallest out of his tribe. He has been the leader of this tribe for years and has enjoyed every minute of it. Today is a special but dangerous day for Gedda, as he has an important task awaiting him.
“Gedda, when do we set out on the mission today?” Louie asks. Louie is Geddas reliable second in charge, he wears a yellow hat and has a smile you couldn’t forget.
“We will set out soon, just finishing up some touches to the map, everything should be ready by noon” Gedda replies.
Noon hits, and it’s time to set out.
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 10 Retired Avatars We All Wish We Could Still Get
Have you ever decided to not participate in a site event only to realize you missed out on an awesome avatar reward? Perhaps looked at an avatar checklist to see what avatars you were missing, spotted a cool one, and then read that it was unobtainable and retired? Do you have any regrets holding off on getting an avatar for later, because one day it randomly retired? Let's be honest: it's happened to us all at one point or another, and there are some truly great avatars we either wish we had been around for or are remorseful to not have participated in when we had the chance. Today we're going to look at 10 retired avatars we all wish we could still get.
by chaeldar |
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 Isolde and the Faerie Statue:Part Four
She told them everything. About the dreams, the statue by the house; the feeling that she couldn’t move her body when she awoke from her nightmares; about the fire, the huge pillars of fire; and the strange pink fog all over Faerieland in her dreams.also written by anachronisms
by tsiegred |
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 The Forgotten Years
Our story begins when Roberta of Brightvale and her close friend, Tormund Ellis, strolled through the Hall of Heroes in Altador. The sounds of their footsteps on the marble floor echoed off the stone walls. Gigantic stone statues of the eleven council members cast long dark shadows across the floor. King Altador’s stood foremost of them all.
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