Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Victor is walking around, impaled from all directions by many spears, humming to himself as he walks down the street, his long jet black hair swaying with every step. He doesn’t seem bothered by being impaled, and more bored than anything.
She sees Victor, pauses for a moment, blinks, and rushes towards him in the most friendly, yet frantic manner someone can while rushing towards someone.
“M-my dear, h-how did this happen?! You n-need help!” She says, reaching out to try and transfer the wounds onto her.
The air grows colder around Samaritan as a tall, pale man diverts from his path to the tavern. He has dark eyes, rigid posture, and skin the color of a dead fish's belly. He is not dressed for the cold, but for presentation. All white, pristine and pressed, designed to be something between a chef and a sea captain. He leans to the side slightly to get a better look at the root. "I am not well-versed in terrestrial vegetation, but I get the impression that is not normal."
"Less than. Leeches off of tree roots that are magically created by druids, fey, whatever. Parasitic little thing." He said and hands it to them.
He holds it. "Hmm. Culinary uses? I could probably get people to hunt these things like truffles if they have any."
"They are rather sweet and spicy. I use them a lot in my dishes. You can make them into tea as well and they warm you up on cold days." He replies.
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
She turns to face Samaritan, making eye contact. She tilts her head slightly, closing her parasol. Does Samaritan have any obvious serious injuries?
(also, could I get a description for Samaritan?)
*15 ft humanoid-esque devil. Only black skin, his three heads overed by cloth masks and a golden skull face plate over top. He wears chefs clothes made of black fabric.*
*And no he doesn't.*
He stares at her back, his massive arms folded over his chest.
She makes her way inside his restaurant, twirling her parasol. She looks up to the much taller Samaritan.
”Hello, dear. Was something bothering you?”
"Mn, call me suspicious." He said "I keep an eye on things and when someone new is here, I keep an eye on them."
“Well, I can assure you, dear, that I am not here for anything but to give my services to those in need. I’m mother misery.” She extends a gloved hand to shake.
He doesn't shake it, his golden eyes glowing behind the masks "I am Samaritan."
”what a lovely name!” She Says cheerfully. “Do you run this establishment?”
"Yes, of course. I'm just glad that he's all well and good- a little shaken, but who wouldn't be?" KK smiles nervously, her own eyes watching the Archduchess'- though, her mask doesn't show this much at all.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*If I had a nickel for every time one of my characters put in a collar as part of their relationship, I would have three nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened thrice. Anyway, Wendi we need to get Sparrow and Stroth married like now, I don’t know how much time I have.*
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Victor is walking around, impaled from all directions by many spears, humming to himself as he walks down the street, his long jet black hair swaying with every step. He doesn’t seem bothered by being impaled, and more bored than anything.
She sees Victor, pauses for a moment, blinks, and rushes towards him in the most friendly, yet frantic manner someone can while rushing towards someone.
“M-my dear, h-how did this happen?! You n-need help!” She says, reaching out to try and transfer the wounds onto her.
Victor looks to them, his hands in his pockets as though he isn’t a pin cushion, strangely he isn’t even bleeding, his voice tired, but kind “Don’t worry about me ma’am, it’s not anything I’m not used to at this point. They haven’t hurt for hours now.”
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
She turns to face Samaritan, making eye contact. She tilts her head slightly, closing her parasol. Does Samaritan have any obvious serious injuries?
(also, could I get a description for Samaritan?)
*15 ft humanoid-esque devil. Only black skin, his three heads overed by cloth masks and a golden skull face plate over top. He wears chefs clothes made of black fabric.*
*And no he doesn't.*
He stares at her back, his massive arms folded over his chest.
She makes her way inside his restaurant, twirling her parasol. She looks up to the much taller Samaritan.
”Hello, dear. Was something bothering you?”
"Mn, call me suspicious." He said "I keep an eye on things and when someone new is here, I keep an eye on them."
“Well, I can assure you, dear, that I am not here for anything but to give my services to those in need. I’m mother misery.” She extends a gloved hand to shake.
He doesn't shake it, his golden eyes glowing behind the masks "I am Samaritan."
”what a lovely name!” She Says cheerfully. “Do you run this establishment?”
He grunts and nods "Yes, I do." He says "Do you like tea?"
"Yes, of course. I'm just glad that he's all well and good- a little shaken, but who wouldn't be?" KK smiles nervously, her own eyes watching the Archduchess'- though, her mask doesn't show this much at all.
“Precisely! Now, uh, did he tell you anything that could be important for the story? I don’t usually do all of this legal stuff, but I was at the scene!”
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
Sparrow has arrived far earlier than anyone else, his hair cleaned, his face cleanly shaven and his hair done. He is wearing a jet black suit with a black rose on the jacket, a soft smile on his face, though he doesn’t know where to stand, slightly nervous, but his love for Stroth keeping his feet firmly planted.
Merabelle arrived in her best black dress, just classy enough to look good without trying to outshine Stroth. Thane in a suit similar to Sparrow’s, accidentally looking like some kind of mob boss, happily sitting down with the rest. Grimes comes along, bringing TH as his plus one on their arm, sitting down calmly, smiling for them.
*characters for you lovely goobers who want to rp*
Georgie is out deep in the forest, sitting un a patch of grass, listening to something. Around him is about a 15ft circle of flowers and mushrooms cutting off the snow from reaching him. In the trees are several flocks of crows and ravens, which he doesn't notice
Tycho is washing his hands in a half frozen river, seeming to be thinking about something
Elio is wandering around town, marveling at the snow
It's very, very good, even for Felix. Spicy, dark, and fruity. "I haven't tried this recipe in decades, since I failed so many times after getting it good just once. Helianth reminded me of it, and I thought I should share."
The machine slowly settles down in front of it, spotlights shining down on the flower. The man on top looks up from his piano. "You there. Who are you?"
"It's amazing! Thank you for sharing it with me!" She pauses for a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, who's Helianth? I don't believe I've met them before."
Its other flower heads all focus themselves on the spotlights, absorbing their glow. "A traveler making a pit stop to prepare for a greater journey. Who are you?"
"Big sunflower. It's my best friend. I was reminiscing with it, and it asked me for the dish I was most proud of. This was it."
"Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. Head Chef of the Gut. This is one of the Guzzles, a type of ferry that brings people to it. These ships are the only things on this plane powered by the Gloaming Sea, a source of infinite energy. You seem like you need a little of that."
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
*Oh, KK's definitely not missing the wedding- not even the laws of space and time will stop her!*
KK arrives at the wedding, looking around at the scene with awe. She wears a simple grey and black three-piece suit that looks good without outshining Sparrow or Stroth.
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
Sparrow has arrived far earlier than anyone else, his hair cleaned, his face cleanly shaven and his hair done. He is wearing a jet black suit with a black rose on the jacket, a soft smile on his face, though he doesn’t know where to stand, slightly nervous, but his love for Stroth keeping his feet firmly planted. Merabelle arrived in her best black dress, just classy enough to look good without trying to outshine Stroth. Thane in a suit similar to Sparrow’s, accidentally looking like some kind of mob boss, happily sitting down with the rest. Grimes comes along, bringing TH as his plus one on their arm, sitting down calmly, smiling for them.
Stroth runs over to Merabelle best she can and hugs her "Hi!!!!"
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
*Oh, KK's definitely not missing the wedding- not even the laws of space and time will stop her!*
KK arrives at the wedding, looking around at the scene with awe.
Stroth runs over to KK best she can without breaking her dress and hugs her "Hello lovely!!"
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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
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He looks up at them,
He nods, "Yeah, it's beautiful... I've never seen snow before, so this is one of the things I was looking forward to"
She sees Victor, pauses for a moment, blinks, and rushes towards him in the most friendly, yet frantic manner someone can while rushing towards someone.
“M-my dear, h-how did this happen?! You n-need help!” She says, reaching out to try and transfer the wounds onto her.
"They are rather sweet and spicy. I use them a lot in my dishes. You can make them into tea as well and they warm you up on cold days." He replies.
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
”what a lovely name!” She Says cheerfully. “Do you run this establishment?”
*Cut*
"Yes, of course. I'm just glad that he's all well and good- a little shaken, but who wouldn't be?" KK smiles nervously, her own eyes watching the Archduchess'- though, her mask doesn't show this much at all.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Can you set up the thing, or should I?*
Victor looks to them, his hands in his pockets as though he isn’t a pin cushion, strangely he isn’t even bleeding, his voice tired, but kind “Don’t worry about me ma’am, it’s not anything I’m not used to at this point. They haven’t hurt for hours now.”
Outside the tavern, magically, a wedding venue has been set up. White and Black roses cover a trellis near the front with blackened vines. Bouquets of Blight Flowers line the venues like deadly little body guards for the marriage between Sparrow and Stroth. Black soft chains line up in rows up to the front of the trellis and a ground is checkered like a big chess board. It's almost like Alice in wonderland sort of feel to it all. Random monsters and humanoids of different kinds have appears mingling amongst each other.
Merabelle, Felix, KK, Thane, Thirteen, Isaac, and even Grimes have been invited to this event. Stroth stands near the front, greeting people. She wears a dress made entirely from human bones. Her hair has been cut, either side of her head being shaved down to the stubble and the middle kept long and tied back.
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
"Hey! never met you, do you mind telling me your name?" Basil smiles
Wind smiles "It is, truly- the way it shines, the... the everything"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He grunts and nods "Yes, I do." He says "Do you like tea?"
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
“Precisely! Now, uh, did he tell you anything that could be important for the story? I don’t usually do all of this legal stuff, but I was at the scene!”
"Tycho." He says simply
"The way it melts when it touches your skin"
Sparrow has arrived far earlier than anyone else, his hair cleaned, his face cleanly shaven and his hair done. He is wearing a jet black suit with a black rose on the jacket, a soft smile on his face, though he doesn’t know where to stand, slightly nervous, but his love for Stroth keeping his feet firmly planted.
Merabelle arrived in her best black dress, just classy enough to look good without trying to outshine Stroth. Thane in a suit similar to Sparrow’s, accidentally looking like some kind of mob boss, happily sitting down with the rest. Grimes comes along, bringing TH as his plus one on their arm, sitting down calmly, smiling for them.
"Big sunflower. It's my best friend. I was reminiscing with it, and it asked me for the dish I was most proud of. This was it."
"Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. Head Chef of the Gut. This is one of the Guzzles, a type of ferry that brings people to it. These ships are the only things on this plane powered by the Gloaming Sea, a source of infinite energy. You seem like you need a little of that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Basil! pleasure to meet you, Tycho" Basil continues his tune
"Wait- your skin can melt it?" Says Wind
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Oh, KK's definitely not missing the wedding- not even the laws of space and time will stop her!*
KK arrives at the wedding, looking around at the scene with awe. She wears a simple grey and black three-piece suit that looks good without outshining Sparrow or Stroth.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I have to go, my lovelies! I shall be back soon!*
Stroth runs over to Merabelle best she can and hugs her "Hi!!!!"
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
Stroth runs over to KK best she can without breaking her dress and hugs her "Hello lovely!!"
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