"*sigh* when I fell I landed here, & soon after that a Devil approached me, I tried to run inside as I could no longer do much, but he beat me there, and threatened to kill me unless I made pact with a him, I wanted to live. So here I am soulless and mortal."
I could help you out with that.
"Aagh! who's there?" he says out loud.
Atemos drops down from the rafters infront of him, smiling cheekily. “Sorry bout that. Got used to telepathically talking.”
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Tevelin is very happy. "YES! Perfect timing Q'ilbrith and Krathian, I'm having a musical competition today! Oh yeah, and I'm eight years younger. It's been a long month..."
*AHHHHHHH i got a good idea for Allison but.... its the ending of Allison*
Allison stood in the center of the iron desert. Though it might not be seen by the naked eye, around her was a circle made of crushed obsidian and salt. She narrowed her eyes as she felt the hot air of the desert wisp around.
“This is sad, even for you” a voice called out.
“Then you would know your stupidity for entering the circle” she said, glancing to her side. Ezekiel shape was beside her, Tall and sludge like.
“I suppose you could call me stupid, but you completed the spell with yourself inside the circle. You can’t leave it either.” He said with a sinister chuckle.
“I know, I did on purpose…… loose that sickly form of yours Ezekiel, it isn’t you.” She said, eyes burning with a slight hatred.
“Very well” he said and did a small bow. His body seem to grotesquely grow till it was 10 feet high. He smashed his mighty clawed hands into the earth and snarled, his millions of mouths slobbering and gnashing in eternal hunger. Large sinewy bat wings unfolded behind and gently rocked in the desert wind. He lowers his huge head as a single red eye opens from underneath his sludge like skin. He chuckled “Now what is this about Allison”.
“You will leave Krathian alone” she said and stood in front of Ezekiel unafraid “Call off your deal with him and allow him the freedom from your grasp.”
“And you expect me to just say yes? He owes me” Ezekiel snarled, blinking his huge eye.
“I will allow you my soul if you do so” she said and stared right back at the huge fiend.
Ezekiel mouths grew into wide grins “Ah, so your done being selfish and watching others suffer for you.” He hissed “Finally becoming brave”
She nodded “Finally becoming brave” she repeated.
Ezekiel grinned again as he picked her up in his massive, clawed hand. “Very well” he hissed for the last time.
Allison closed her eyes as Ezekiel grip tightened around her, crushing her in his fist. Allison didn’t weep, didn’t beg, didn’t cry. She just simply kept quiet and let Ezekiel do what he was going to do. She felt an acute lack of air in her lungs as she began cough blood. She could feel all her bones snapping as she grew closer to death.
Ezekiel chuckled and dropped her on the ground. “Finally, I have your so-“he said but stopped in midsentence “W-where is your soul! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ALLISON VANDERGUARD.” He said and began to look panicked.
Allison chuckled and wiped the blood from her eyes. “You are screwed Ezekiel; my soul is someplace else. But because of our little deal all those years ago, you’re going back to Desmos and getting locked there forever” she said.
Ezekiel cussed something before a large black portal opened beneath him. He gripped and clawed at the earth as it sucked him in “NO NO NO NOOOOOO!” he bellowed as he was sucked into it. It closed like a hungry mouth, leaving no trace of Ezekiel behind.
The Black Rose tattoo on the back of Allison’s neck disappeared as if nothing had been there before.
Allison chuckled to herself, but she knew that her small victory was going to be short lived. She stared at the warm desert sky above her as she hummed to herself. She could feel her senses numbing as she closed her eyes and passed away there, on the orange dirt ground.
A note appears for both Krathian, Enethia, And Spawn
Krathian
Hello love.
I have gone off and most likely done something incredibly stupid. I am sorry. I decided i needed to become braver and i have done so. I have decided to face Ezekiel. I love your Krathian and i have always had the ideology in mind that others come first and my needs are very last. I guess rethinking that idea is what made me think i needed to stop causing pain and face it myself.
I have left you a book, a book of old lore. You are special Krathian, more special then you can imagine. Your knowledge is unrivaled even by a mind-flayer. Use it for good.
I love you but i have decided that my time is now.
- Allison
Enethia
I have gone off and done something stupid most likely. I have gone off to face Ezekiel and stop him from entering the materiel plane forever. By doing that i have gave up my body and let him kill me so he leaves this world and Krathian alone. Even in death i am terrified and what lies ahead.
I ask a favor of you. I have left a key for you, the key opens not only my room by a small chest i have left for you. Inside the chest is a map, please use it to find an old friend of mine. Find his sword and awake him.
Thank you for being my friend and look after a small boy named Chase, he need a friend in his corner as well.
-Allison
Spawn
Hello there.
If you receive this, then i have done something stupid. I have gone after Ezekiel and decided to face him head on. I decided i needed to be brave..... and if you are reading this, i am most likely dead. I suppose i am an idiot but i feel i have to face him by myself. No magic, no weapons, just giving up my body so he may be trapped once more in his home plane.
I have left you a bottle in my garden. It contains memories of the last four days of my life. I would like you to have them, they were the ones i shared with you.
Thank you for being there with me. I wish you eternal happiness.
"*sigh* when I fell I landed here, & soon after that a Devil approached me, I tried to run inside as I could no longer do much, but he beat me there, and threatened to kill me unless I made pact with a him, I wanted to live. So here I am soulless and mortal."
I could help you out with that.
"Aagh! who's there?" he says out loud.
Atemos drops down from the rafters infront of him, smiling cheekily. “Sorry bout that. Got used to telepathically talking.”
*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Tevelin is very happy. "YES! Perfect timing Q'ilbrith and Krathian, I'm having a musical competition today! Oh yeah, and I'm eight years younger. It's been a long month..."
“Ah…I see that.”
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"Hey Spectacle, what's up? The performance is in a few minutes and I just worked out the special effects!"
"Ok, after I have my opener, I introduce you like 'Our first contender is (whatever your first name is again) Tevelin' & then I list some things about you, Wolfe just wants to have me say her name & then begin. *have to hop off for a few mins brb.*
She shakes her head "Unlikely. It doesnt have eyes, from the look of things"
"It hasn't heard us either, though."
She nods "Thats very strange..." Cue No Eyes attacks starting
*Wait, she actually starts attacking?*
*The ghost attacks are forming at the edge of the room*
"Well, that looks ominous. I'm guessing we should prepare for a fight."
She nods, drawing her weapon
Xorius casually draws his sword, approaching No Eyes.
The attacks from the side begin moving in, moving up and down, as the song grows slightly louder
"I don't think this isn't warranted." Xorius attacks with his longsword, then with a burst of magma that springs from his hand.
*Attack: 18 Damage: 13 magical slashing plus 18 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 15 Damage: 12 magical slashing plus 19 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 18 Damage: 27 fire that ignores resistance, and she needs to make a CHA save on a hit.*
The attacks right through, and instead are actually hitting.the area outside the tavern where he actually is
"That didn't seem very effectual."
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She shakes her head "Unlikely. It doesnt have eyes, from the look of things"
"It hasn't heard us either, though."
She nods "Thats very strange..." Cue No Eyes attacks starting
*Wait, she actually starts attacking?*
*The ghost attacks are forming at the edge of the room*
"Well, that looks ominous. I'm guessing we should prepare for a fight."
She nods, drawing her weapon
Xorius casually draws his sword, approaching No Eyes.
The attacks from the side begin moving in, moving up and down, as the song grows slightly louder
"I don't think this isn't warranted." Xorius attacks with his longsword, then with a burst of magma that springs from his hand.
*Attack: 18 Damage: 13 magical slashing plus 18 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 15 Damage: 12 magical slashing plus 19 fire that ignores resistance. Attack: 18 Damage: 27 fire that ignores resistance, and she needs to make a CHA save on a hit.*
The attacks right through, and instead are actually hitting.the area outside the tavern where he actually is
"That didn't seem very effectual."
She nods, looking slightly confused, as the attacks hit them both to similar effect
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*Okay so... there has been a bit of a timeskip. Frathian went and did what he did, summoned Krathian back from the plane of Mirrors, and ran off into the wide world without a word.*
Krathian walks into the tavern, slamming open the door and laughing heartily with glee. His stay in the glass planes has changed him a bit. He looks a year or so younger and tattoos cover his arms and neck, which for once are not stuffed into his trench coat. However, the black eye tattoo that marked his enslavement to a dark entity is gone. He wears a black, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as nice black dress pants with suspenders. His trademark hat remains perched on his black hair. Even the eye on his hand sparkles with delight as Krathian walks into the beloved tavern. Q'ilbrith isn't on his familiar perch on Krathians shoulder. Instead, a black-skinned mindflayer with wide white eyes walks into the tavern. Apparently he too has changed. "Somebody get me a Scotch," He shouts happily, slamming a small bag on the bar "I been exiled to a bland plane for thirty days with nothing to eat or drink but stale air!"
The now-humanoid... ish Q'ilbrith is equally excited. "Hello Tavern people, we are home for good. Is much excitement!"
Wolfe stares, open mouthed and very much surprised.
He knocks bach a glass of scotch and pours himself another glass. Seeing Wolfe, he breaks out into a grin. "Good to see you, old friend. I imagine I missed quite a lot, how have you been?"
"Oh you know, very much convinced you had died after your clone walked in, so nothing much. Anyways, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!"
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
*Sigh..... the second time a meme has been quoted today. I was the first.*
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE [1gp] IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A [1gp] NOTE??"
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The dragon notices Mithris rather quickly, and, of course her true form, and bows (As well as a dragon can, lol). "Greetings. I am Phantomizakell, or Phantom. I'm not exactly sure how I got... wherever here is, but I'm not here to hurt anyone. I was attempting to stop the storm a rogue Stormtamer Dragon created and was attempting to use to destroy a city, and somehow both me and the storm got teleported to this world."
*It has truesight? Most dragons don't have truesight.*
*Yep. At least this one does. He's a... unique case from my campaign setting, lol. Very old (Around at the Creation War old) and yet still in the form of an Adult dragon*
"Hello, Phantomizakell. My name is Mithris. It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine." He then switches to draconic "It has been a long time since I was in the company of a Copper such as yourself."
With that, a mist suddenly appears and swirls around him, and when it dissipates, there's a handsome moon elf standing there. He has silver-white hair, pale skin, and the same deep green eyes that he had in dragon form. He's wearing simple leather armor with a grey-blue hooded cloak on his back. He has a bow slung over one shoulder, a couple wands on his hips, as well as a pair of longswords.
"I'd prefer if you don't talk about that in public. It's not something I share with most others before I get to know them. But what kind are you, exactly?"
"I'm what is known as a Phantom-Aura Dragon in my world. We have some... unique powers that most other dragons don't that got us our name."
"What powers?"
"Well, for one, the more mature of my species can semi-shift into the ethereal plane a limited number of times, allowing us to escape harm while in battle. All Phantom-Auras, regardless of age, can teleport using mists, although the youngest can only do it a limited number of times."
Phantom (his name will in humanoid form) thinks about this for a minute. "I never really thought about it before today, but yeah, I guess we do."
"Do you know how you got it?"
"No. It's something that we, as a species, have had for longer than any of us can remember, including myself."
"Do you know about any dragons that have connections to other planes?"
Phantom thinks about that for a minute. "Well, there are some other species of dragons on my world with unique powers. The Midnight Dragons of the archipelago far to the southwest of my home continent supposedly have the power to teleport using shadows, as well as a few other abilities along the same lines."
*I'll leave it there, because there are some other dragons with what could be considered planar abilities, but I don't have names. I came up with Midnight Dragons on the spot here, lol*
"That could be connected to the Shadowfell."
Phantom nods. "Exactly what I was thinking. Another species can shift through solid stone, so they're connected to the elemental plane of earth."
"I'm more used to giants having a connection to the elements. Most dragons are usually more focused on our natural abilities, not our magical ones."
"The interesting thing is that, for us and the other dragons from my world, these are natural abilities. We don't learn them, just how to better use them and better control them."
Atemos drops down from the rafters infront of him, smiling cheekily. “Sorry bout that. Got used to telepathically talking.”
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Theren is writing in his room with the door open.
Leon-011 is keeping an eye out for Sharlene and nursing a hangover.
Samuel is test firing fireworks outside
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"Excuse meh! XYZ is better then ABC" she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Tevelin is very happy. "YES! Perfect timing Q'ilbrith and Krathian, I'm having a musical competition today! Oh yeah, and I'm eight years younger. It's been a long month..."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*sorry, blame Lawrence.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Sharlene is hanging out with Penny outside.
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Leon walks outside and into the woods to find a reasonably sized bear for the competition
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"Hey Spectacle, what's up? The performance is in a few minutes and I just worked out the special effects!"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"I meant like an actual name, like, I don't know, Fred."
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*Description plz*
"How can you help me?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Exiled on the plane of mirrors, I should’ve factored in that he would think I was dead, it wasn’t a bad conclusion. But no I was merely imprisoned. The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”
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“Ah…I see that.”
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"Ok, after I have my opener, I introduce you like 'Our first contender is (whatever your first name is again) Tevelin' & then I list some things about you, Wolfe just wants to have me say her name & then begin. *have to hop off for a few mins brb.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"That didn't seem very effectual."
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"F r e d?" Penny said in a bit of disgust "What about Oxy Beta or 2517?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She nods, looking slightly confused, as the attacks hit them both to similar effect
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*Sigh..... the second time a meme has been quoted today. I was the first.*
"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE [1gp] IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A [1gp] NOTE??"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Adder was outside. He was hunting some sort of Winged deer beast. He wore his best stealth clothing while his blade stayed gripped in his hands.
Penny was talking to Sharlene.
Lawrence was being evil
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘