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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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Adventures in Krawk Island "Rare treasures on sale! Get them now! We brought these back all the way in the Lost Desert, 'ey're so rare," a typical Pirate merchant shouted to everyone in hearing distance on the Warf Wharf. That meant everyone. The guy was loud. Lillian rolled her eyes. All of these pirates were scammers and frauds.
by dunefurandlilypelt |
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A Game of Faerie Chess Fyora, in the head seat at the long table, sat back against the chair. Light from the outside poured in through the atrium windows of the chamber, bathing her council in a warm yellow glow. Twelve faeries—two of each kind—were in attendance. It seemed every few years this topic arose. Every time new council members were brought in, new arguments for and against Illusen came up. As usual, Fyora remained silent and listened to her trusted advisors give their opinions—valid they all were.
by rocknrollpup95 |
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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Six Chloe inadvertently flinched at Inna's declaration that Veronica wanted to speak to her. The idea of talking to Veronica had never crossed her mind. She was her mortal enemy, and partially responsible for her eventual death. “Why would Veronica want to speak to me?” Chloe demanded.
by kristykimmy |
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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.
by ummagine3284 |
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