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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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"HCourier Crisis" by metakitsune
Arnie was a well-intentioned Blumaroo with a heart as big as his fist. He wanted people to like him. He wanted the other residents of Altador to welcome him the way he felt others were welcome. There was one problem with this though. Arnie was Grey. Not in the sad, mopey kind of way. Even though there was no denying he looked the part. Arnie had been painted Grey for as long as he could remember and normally there wouldn’t be any problem with this. Lately, however, people had been giving him weird looks. He could feel that the community that used to show him the same love he gave them now regarded him with a sense of animosity. Arnie knew it was all thanks to that Grey Curse that had spread across Neopia. Grey was once a celebrated colour just like any other but now it felt tainted. Arnie had spent quite some time hiding away in his home. His only contact with the outside world was his daily venture to the couriers to see his good friend Benny. However, ever since the cancellation of this year’s Altador Cup, Arnie was determined to make a change. He wanted, no, needed to show the people he loved just how valuable Grey Pets continued to be.
Arnie started his day with his usual walk to the couriers office. Technically the office was down the street from his house but Grey Pets tended to move along a little slower than usual. As Arnie opened his front door the sunlight greeted his sunken eyes. It was a beautiful day and although outwardly he wasn’t quite capable of showing it he felt grateful to be in the warm breeze.
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 The Tribulations of Major Crandall
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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 Courier Crisis
Arnie was a well-intentioned Blumaroo with a heart as big as his fist. He wanted people to like him. He wanted the other residents of Altador to welcome him the way he felt others were welcome.
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 Swept Up
Well at least their messes are smaller than a Petpet's! Collab with justinballin
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