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Origins of the Hidden Tower's Antiquities
Concealed behind a veil of powerful Faerie magic lies one of Neopia's tallest towers, completely invisible to the naked eye. The Hidden Tower is home to an impressive collection of rare and extravagant artifacts, ranging from devastating battledome weapons to luxurious hand-made dolls. Owned by the one and only Queen Fyora, this soaring vault of treasures is her most guarded secret, which is why this elusive tower is only accessible to the elite and most-well established set of Neopians.
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The Missing Puzzle Piece Vladdee the red Shoyru was having the most fantastic day ever! Today, completely out of the blue, his owner decided to give him a gift. This in and of itself is cause for celebration, but when he opened the wrapping paper to see what was inside, he became speechless.
by redlittlebluebird |
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Daniel from Merrida I’m from Merrida, Meridell. I was born on the North of Meridell, far away from the Darigan Citadel but yet not too far to say I’m a Brightvale citizen: so you can tell our location favoured our village (my family and all the villages) during the wars. I think it is something I should be thankful for.Also by grimlane
by alienigenosidad |
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Origins of the Hidden Tower's Antiquities When you gaze upon the vast array of antiquities, do you ever wonder how the Queen of Faerieland came to possess such rarities? I certainly felt the begging curiosity of how each item came to be.Also by earthlingdreamz
by rebourne_ |
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The Delicious Way to Celebrate Meridell Day Another year gone by, another Meridell Day to celebrate! On this day in Year 4 Meridell was discovered. Help celebrate Discovery of Meridell day this year by eating some of the kingdom’s most delicious food and drink items.
by gattacaa |
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Clouds Over Cogham: Part Ten The faerie’s clouds cling to the land like fog. They weave through the trees, and they caress the grass. They swirl like smoke around peoples’ eyes, and their presence hangs low like a canopy of death.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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