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I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.

The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.

The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.

The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.

A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.

The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness. 

- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.

The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.

"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile. 

Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.

 The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"

“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”

 *Thank God for that trait that allows to see lies.*

He snorts "You are lying to me it seems, but not in ways that would matter." He said "you are researcher but also a killer."

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I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.

The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.

The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.

The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.

A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.

The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness. 

- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.

The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.

"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile. 

Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.

 The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"

“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”

 *Thank God for that trait that allows to see lies.*

He snorts "You are lying to me it seems, but not in ways that would matter." He said "you are researcher but also a killer."

“Well yes, my siblings and I have killed over a hundred billion people… but that’s beside the point.”

*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*

Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.

Phoenix is baking up a cake.

Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.

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A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.

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*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*

Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.

Phoenix is baking up a cake.

Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.

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A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.

*are you feeling better today?*

Thirteen is standing outside Theren’s room.

Caramel is looking for Phoenix.

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*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*

Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.

Phoenix is baking up a cake.

Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.

-annnd a character taken from elden ring-

A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.

*are you feeling better today?*

Thirteen is standing outside Theren’s room.

Caramel is looking for Phoenix.

 *yeah, a lot better*

There is a groan of pain from inside the room.

Phoenix is cooking in the kitchen.

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I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.

The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.

The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.

The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.

A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.

The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness. 

- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.

The sound of breaking bones and the screams of men filled the air. Out, deep within the forest, three men are standing over the bodies of now-dead humans. A man, who gives off an imposing aura, stands besides two men who are dressed in nature-colored leather armor and tunics. He dons a set of armor that is thick and black and shines brightly in the sunlight. The armor is adorned with pauldrons that bear the shape of a skull, projecting a sinister yet powerful image. Wrapped around his shoulders is an elegant black cloak that is woven with tiny threads of silver, giving it a touch of luxury. In his hand, he carries a sword that gleams like a star, held firmly by a gauntlet that covers his hand. His head is concealed by a hood, adding mystery to his persona, but his face is partially visible through a silver mask that is shaped like a skull.

"Gather the bodies.." His voice is gruff as he orders his soldiers with a wave of his hand, the armor clacking against itself. They nod and begin to gather the bodies into a crude pile. 

Cadmus is roaming through the woods, but hears the sounds of combat. He slowly approaches the area where the sounds are coming from, and watches with mild interest.

 The men look up, bearing crossbows, swords, shields, and axes. The one in a cloak narrows his eyes behind his mask "Who're are ye?"

“I, my friend, am called Cadmus. I was sent here to… well, honestly, there are better ways to introduce myself. I’m a… researcher, you could say.”

 *Thank God for that trait that allows to see lies.*

He snorts "You are lying to me it seems, but not in ways that would matter." He said "you are researcher but also a killer."

“Well yes, my siblings and I have killed over a hundred billion people… but that’s beside the point.”