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𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

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𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚎𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎.

“𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛?!” 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍. “𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎? 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎!”

“𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜!” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛.

“𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜?!” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜. “𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜!” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢.

“𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.” 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜. “𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍.

“𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎.” 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 — “𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.”

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@VeridianSeekerIt was on point. But I think we will go with a 'chameleon' effect for invisibility hymns, or 'hidden body' as it is called in the Dark Souls games. It's the same effect, but you are slightly visible if someone or something focuses on you enough. So, I'll think on his this will work, exactly. That is, the rules for it.

Can you list make a short, short summary of the 'ingredients' for this ritual and post it here? I know you described it in the post, but you are more or less the creator of it now. And then we'll add everything to the 'Ritualism' section of the OOC.

@TsarDev
Yeah, I don't know what to do about those links. They refuse to function with code tags.

Just remove this from the sheet and you're good to go: Distribute 25 points. Maximum of a Virtue is 10. All Virtues begin at 0.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

It seems like some of our other interested players have moved on to other things. Some notified me by PM, and they are welcome to join again at any time. I don't want to be obnoxious and tag people who haven't said much lately, so I won't.

Great introductions and first posts all around.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Tagging these two @Trivval@Bishop. Awakening to the truth doesn't wait, boys.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

_{𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙽𝚈. 𝟸𝟹𝚍 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝟷𝟿 𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾}

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“𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎. “𝚈𝚘, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝-𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

“𝚈𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎…” 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜.

“𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. “𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎,” 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.

(𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘) 𝙰 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙿𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

(𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛) 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚍é𝚓à 𝚟𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜… 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Word count is not a competition. Don't feel intimidated. Everyone writes just as much as they feel they need to in order to say what they want.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Going to read and post myself tomorrow (day off).

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

<Snipped quote by Poet>

Is it alright if I make it so my character arrives at his next post? Or should I edit?

@Torack

Take whatever time you need. First post, second post, whichever works for you.

@Dusty
coolsymbol.com/cool-fancy-text-genera…

'Monospace'. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚖.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@MegaOscarPwnYou can choose where you start. Either you already arrived or you describe arriving through the forest.