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5̸̩̘͚̗͙͇̺̻̱̎̓̒̃̀͌5̸̩̜̼͚̝̔̒̆̾͐ͅ0̵̹͋̂́̃̋͑/̷̛͊͑̿́̍͘͘͘͜͝1̸̗́̓̂̆͆̕0̵̲͚̠̲͓̹͙̇̿̄̀̈́͒͗̕0̶̢̖͙̤̫̙̩̳̑̿0̵͔̦͇̏͊̀͋̔̇̏͝ ̴̮̩̩͎̈́̀s̷̮̭͖̦̅̈́͐̀̒̀͌̄̚̕ͅọ̷̬̅̄̚u̵̡̢̘̣͔͍̥͓̤̞͑͗ļ̴̙͂̐̑̓̉̽ş̷̢͍̼͔͚͉̙̄̇̈́͛͘ ̴̩͚͓̒̈́c̵̢̧͕̥̩̣̮͌́̋͛̚͝ȏ̶̫͈͇̚l̵̻̺̠̜̽͝ļ̶̩͔̜̟̈́ë̷̗̣̥̹̘̻̩͈̀̅̈́̆̈́̀̓͝ͅͅc̸̘̣̼̖̪͉̪̙̤̿͛͆̀̔̂́̕͜͠͝t̷̡͈̗̜̃̀̒͛̆͐͊̓͘͜ḙ̷͙͙̦̞̭͈͓͇̞̔ḑ̵͍͔͚͙͙̹͉̉̔̓̀́̊͘͜͝ |
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Neutral
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Mine own eyes either deceive me or I am consorting with the insane root. Twas so soon, another Collector of Souls rises for a lashing? Art thou amongst the living, thine morality tossed aside? Not of human mold you must be! Thine devious nature truly paints a picture, a soul so cold. Callous! No demon thee est! Nor angel yee wish! To a forever Purgatory thee shall reside! Crimes against the Soulless, set on full display. Alas, there truly no where to hide. |
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Neutral
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6̴̞̯̖͖̙̈́̐̚͜0̴̛̬̣̦̙͓̣̮̝̏͌͛̐́̈̀́̑͜0̴̝̞̘̟̈́ͅ/̴̦͚̞͕̉̒̍͐1̶̥̘̪͍̹̅͗͆̆̒͗̈́͑̕͝0̸̮̤̓̉͝0̵̻̪̦̺̗̠͔̆̂̑̅̕͝0̴̨̡̘̱̳͓̗̜͋̚ ̵̦̳̜͓͔̮̰̋̿̋̕͜͝ş̴̛̞̲̠̟̣͕̓̃́̈́̈́̃̊͜ơ̷͈͛̔̏͛͝͠ư̶̡̘̪̙̲̗̜̰̊͜ͅl̸̲̀̎̐̃͒̃͑͑̐ş̷͇̯̜̳̫̠̤̪͛̀͗͛̇͌̋̓͂͝ͅ ̶̨͉̯̮̳̅̈́c̶̨̺͚͇͕̅̓̎͊̿̽̋̓͠o̷̬̟̱̭̥̻͕̣̘̍l̷̹̪͇̦͔͈͕̼̈́̆̑̋̓̐l̶̢̠̹̭̭̥͔̫̠͗͒̀̓̈́͒̆͋̿̄ę̵̯̪͇̱̩͛c̸̡̢͉̺̭̬̩̼͒͑͊͝t̴̼̲̺͊̐̔̒̆̑ͅè̴̠̃̄̆̎d̸̨̤̳̺̺̟̞̗̫̑̐̋͑͛̎̕͜ |
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Neutral
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Neutral
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9̵̣̗̍̕͜9̸̡̛̲̗͚̳̩̲̝̜̎́̎̚9̶̧̡̛͈̟̩̘̖̙̖̿̃̅̇͋͒́̕͠/̴͉̝͙̥̭̦͓͐̊̍͑͌̕͝1̸̤͙̥̙̲̥̉̆̀͜0̴̧̪̹̺̻̲̈́͛͠0̴͙̐̆́̋̄̾̊̓͌0̵̠͇̭̤̞́͜ ̸̹͙̳̰̜̻̼̀̽̊s̸̖̫͍̺͇͚͖̉̋͊͒̀̈́͛͂͝ͅó̴̺͚̙̥̖̙̽̍̇͠ů̵̧̨͙̟̬̖̌l̵̲̱̻̣̆́̿̚s̴̘̽͜ ̵̨̗̬̊̒́͗͂͂ċ̵̳͇̻̬͙͍̠̮͔̀̃̈́͌ͅo̸̰͑͊̊l̴̟̇̃͆̽̚͝l̵̢͎̯͙͍͉̉̽͌͊̉̎ȩ̵͎͍̤̮̝͉̲̍̄̊̈̃͑͗̊̎c̵̬̰͕͓͔̹̀͋͆̆͑̈́̇͘̚͝t̴̜̩̤̯̓̅͊̿̚͠͝͝e̷̢̨͔̠̍̂̆̎̓̏̚͘͝͝ḏ̴̹̱͔̬̗̫̙̇͛ |
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Neutral
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1000/1000 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 |
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Neutral
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What lovley .... Whatever the word is.
King of Winter~ said:
Mine own eyes either deceive me or I am consorting with the insane root. Twas so soon, another Collector of Souls rises for a lashing? Art thou amongst the living, thine morality tossed aside? Not of human mold you must be! Thine devious nature truly paints a picture, a soul so cold. Callous! No demon thee est! Nor angel yee wish! To a forever Purgatory thee shall reside! Crimes against the Soulless, set on full display. Alas, there truly no where to hide.
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Neutral
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Neutral
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GRAH! For thee est a plauge! A preposterously pretentious parasite upon the souls of Humanity, sucking life from those around thee with Soul Collectors for the Evil One. I stand against such action, willing to do what is right for mine own Order and the sake of the Weak. Our quarry is measured by thine own insolent harvests, and mine own brandished words. Thee must retreat to whence thee came! Return to thy Master, find new ways to sate him, honeyed words or souls of the Damned, I hold no qualms with their disparity. Mark the words I speak, Aroint thee Ronyon! Thy actions and those taken by the fanatics rapt withal, bring them elsewhere! Hereafter, I declare action against the peace loving will only be responded with a cold steel. |
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Neutral
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Arrow of Dodona is that you? |
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Summer Month: 1 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
