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Issue: 1036 | 27th day of Relaxing, Y27 |
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 | Artefact Hunters: DraikfangThe sun dipped down and the air cooled to something almost pleasant, and Hanso and the crew began to follow the river west.Thumbnail by twillieblossom
by sporty2443 |  | Defenders & Artefacts: Broken RulesAzul was ready, his fear set aside, prepared to prove himself as a defender and write his own story. It was time for him to leave the Gym and make his way upstairs to the ground floor.
by water_park1993 |  | Cedar Locke and the Missing BroochThe next day dawned bright and fresh. A clear sky and swift winds that billowed through the city. Cedar awoke to find himself slumped in a chair beside the embers of a long-dead fire.
by kadface |  | Dungeons and DimwitsThe ancient wooden doors creaked open at their arrival. Shadows beckoned them onward. Black smoke poured out from within, smelling of winter and cake frosting for some reason.
by kayixu |  | A Cheater's RedemptionElther, Tiva, and Oruna stared at the rag-tag pile of things they had gathered and carried up to the study. Bertio had taken his fire poker back up to the third floor just in case the thief managed to get past the barricade.
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"Walls of Glass" by darkpixie28
Glorini’s three-hundredth birthday gala was being held at Faerie Castle and Seshatia had prepared herself accordingly. It was easy to lose track of one’s exact age with faerie longevity, but three centuries was a significant milestone and a perfect excuse for a grand party. For the occasion, Seshatia had found a formal dress with the same purple of her glasses and silver flats matching its chain. The hairstick keeping her updo in place was a handmade gift from a dear friend, Glorini herself. It was a piece of her artisan metalcraft, ornamented with a flower in the shape of the pink blooms that grew near the castle. A gift box with a fireproof sketchbook and a signed copy of Moltara Metallurgy was secured in her bookbag. Seshatia appeared in a puff of smoke at a little bakery she frequented. The owner, a faerie Scorchio, specialized in macarons that came with flavors uncommon in Faerie pastry and intricate renderings of Petpets. She rolled out into the summer night with a dozen Harris-topped ones for Glorini and joyous anticipation for the gala. The trip to the castle would be longer, as she only had the strength to travel instantly while in her library. A translucent violet path appeared before her thanks to the Bridges of Brightvale enchantment she had placed on her chair. The sky was clear and bright despite the hour. The stars shone unobscured and the moon was waxing and nearly full. As she rolled onwards, Seshatia thought of days spent reading together on a blanket in the shade of a tree, lively conversations held over a pot of hot coffee, and riddles...
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The bespectacled Darigan Aisha clad in the purple and black livery of Lord Kass’ army scowled at the green Moehog in a worn brown robe before him. He crumpled a scroll bearing the seal of Darigan Citadel’s new ruler in his hand before slamming his fist against the wall, narrowly missing an ancient, cracked mirror.
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