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"Do you know what Carcosa is?"
"Do you know what Carcosa is?"
The Inquisitor mumbles not a word, only handing forth the paper, signed by the hand of Ratzinger.
"Took you long enough."
The Inquisitor mumbles not a word, only handing forth the paper, signed by the hand of Ratzinger.
"Took you long enough."
[WoD character teaser.]
[WoD character teaser.]
ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕖
𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥, 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖
ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕖
𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥, 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖
In the scattered gray matter, The First Fairy died.
And from her partner's lips, came the first curse.
An endless storm, that only Gigantic Iron would withstand.
Only~>
In the scattered gray matter, The First Fairy died.
And from her partner's lips, came the first curse.
An endless storm, that only Gigantic Iron would withstand.
Only~>
[Exerpt of the Historia Tempesta, Iron Library of the First City.]
"(...) The Penultimate realm, to hold the Mind of Father Time, was a homage to the quiet before the End of all things. Endless isles reaching as far as the eye could see danced around an endless ocean of~>
[Exerpt of the Historia Tempesta, Iron Library of the First City.]
"(...) The Penultimate realm, to hold the Mind of Father Time, was a homage to the quiet before the End of all things. Endless isles reaching as far as the eye could see danced around an endless ocean of~>
ᵀᵃᵇʰᵃⁱʳ ᵈᵒᵐ ˡᵉⁱᵍʰᵉᵃˢ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ˢᵖⁱᵒʳᵃᵈ, ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰʳᵒí
ᵀᵃᵇʰᵃⁱʳ ᵈᵒᵐ ᶠᵘᵃⁱᵐ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ˢᵖⁱᵒʳᵃᵈ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃ
ᴰᵉⁱˢⁱúᶜʰáⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵒⁱˡ ⁱ ᵐᵒ ᵃⁿᵃᵐ ⁱ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰʳᵒⁱ
ᵀᵃᵇʰᵃⁱʳ ᵈᵒᵐ ˡᵉⁱᵍʰᵉᵃˢ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ˢᵖⁱᵒʳᵃᵈ, ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰʳᵒí
ᵀᵃᵇʰᵃⁱʳ ᵈᵒᵐ ᶠᵘᵃⁱᵐ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒ ˢᵖⁱᵒʳᵃᵈ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃ
ᴰᵉⁱˢⁱúᶜʰáⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵒⁱˡ ⁱ ᵐᵒ ᵃⁿᵃᵐ ⁱ ᵐᵒ ᶜʰʳᵒⁱ
𝔇𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰
𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢
𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡?
𝔇𝔬𝔴𝔫
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫
𝔖𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢
𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡
𝔇𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰
𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢
𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡?
𝔇𝔬𝔴𝔫
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫
𝔖𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢
𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔡𝔰
𝔄𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰
𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡
𝔒𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔡𝔰
𝔄𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰
𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡
𝔒𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔡
𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀...
𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀...
ɴᴏ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ
ᴢᴏᴏ ᴘᴀʟꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ᴋɪɴɢ
360ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ
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ꜰᴇʟɪᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.
ɴᴏ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ
ᴢᴏᴏ ᴘᴀʟꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ᴋɪɴɢ
360ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ
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ꜰᴇʟɪᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.