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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.

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by alienigenosidad

Edna's Quest

The glow of Karipo's lantern did little to dispel the damp gloom of the forest at night. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself and glanced to the left and right, catching sight of a lone Whoot watching her from the treetops.

by demento
The Flyer

I always look forward to the times when my grandmother comes to stay. She's my dad's mother and she comes from a little fishing village on the outskirts of Kiko Lake, and she's small and round and cuddly, just like you'd expect from a plushie Kiko.

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by _starryeyedsurprise_

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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"Edna's Quest" by demento
The glow of Karipo's lantern did little to dispel the damp gloom of the forest at night. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself and glanced to the left and right, catching sight of a lone Whoot watching her from the treetops. Somewhere in the distance, a branch crackled as if it had been stepped on. She stiffened, frozen in place for what felt like a long time...and then she bolted. Moonlight fell in scattered rays through tangled webs of branches, chaotically lighting the way through the woods. Karipo's mind raced with thoughts of what might be following her. Ghosts? Terrible mutated creatures? A pack of particularly hungry werelupes? Each option seemed more horrifying than the last, and the further she allowed her mind to go, the faster and faster she ran. What a foolish idea it had been, venturing into the woods alone for the sake of completing a quest! She bet her siblings were having fun at the fairgrounds, browsing the marketplace for souvenirs, or sightseeing in Neovia. Karipo resigned herself to the thought that if she got out of there alive, she was never coming back to the Haunted Woods for a vacation. Her train of thought was sharply interrupted when she tripped over an exposed tree root, lost her footing, and slammed to the ground with enough force to send the items in her basket tumbling down the hill before her. Fear exploded into full-blown panic. Karipo scrambled to her feet and rushed to gather the objects Edna requested for a potion: a green apple, honey sticks, and a turnip. Frankly she thought it was a horrifying combination, but, well, Karipo didn't want to ask questions. She just thought it would be fun to run a quest for the old witch who lived in the tower at the edge of the woods.




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