dark lord Ragtanatos

Holy yapping that took forever altough i did enjoy reading it keep it up

ragthanatos wrote down in a book as follows.... In the shadowed halls of the Blackthorn beneath a sky filled with crimson clouds, where the new contract was formed in blood Exotic knelt before the throne his cloak split perfectly down the middle the left side as black as the void itself, woven with formin in thorns the other side of gold. His head was lowered low forehead nearly touching the ancient stone floor His hands rested on the edges of the contract, still wet with fresh ink Ragthanatos sat on hes throne blackened with the steel forged by hes dwarven allies Ragthanatos sat motionless The Dark Lords armored fingers slowly lifted from the paper as he finished signing his name in blood. Behind the Dark Lord stood the Whisperers silent hooded entitys with faces hidden completely in shadow all kneeling in perfect unison Their loyalty was absolute You betrayed me once Ragthanatos spoke his voice low and cold echoing through the chamber like grinding stone You nearly tore apart everything I built. And yet here you are… on your knees I offer you this one final chance the Dark Lord went on Not out of mercy But because even broken tools can still cut Serve me truly this time Prove your worth Or the next time you kneel before me it will be to lose your head!! I understand my lord I will not fail you again exotic said Ragthanatos leaned forward slightly red light reflecting off his helmet. Then rise exotic From this day on you walk the line between shadow and gold Betray me again and not even the damned dragons will find what remains of you i will make sure of that personally! The Whisperers rose as one The pact was sealed The Blackthorn Dominion had gained a new blade one that had already tasted betrayal and now carried the weight of redemption the day this man makes another mistake my whisperers will be let loose to retrieve him alive hail the blackthorn dominion and the flowers of aurora best to read with this music

i doubt i can do this without you all my mistakes costed me a lot you warned me yet i was ignorant

The Dark Lord stands before the four dragons, his head slightly bowed — a rare sight. His voice is low, heavy with regret. "My ancient allies... my dragons. I failed you. You warned me about my Right Hand. You saw the rot in him long before I did. You tried to open my eyes, yet I was blinded by trust and ambition. I did not listen. Because of my arrogance, I have paid a heavy price. Many who called themselves my own have fled. The Blackthorn Dominion has been wounded. And worst of all… I ignored the wisdom of those who remained loyal when almost everyone else abandoned me. You stayed. Even when I was at my weakest. Even when I was foolish. For that, and for not heeding your warning, I ask for your forgiveness. I cannot undo what has been done. But I swear to you now — your voices will never again be ignored. Your counsel will be heeded. You are not mere weapons to me. You are my strongest allies… and I have treated you poorly. Will you still stand with this humbled Shadow?" @Vermy

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜. 𝐀𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧. 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. THIS IS BEST READ WITH THE MUSIC PLAYING

this is out of character but the dark lord is gathering each possible powerhouse from every map that is willing to join the cause cause nothin more then the best of the best are good enough for hes cause

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Im not spending money on every licture i use for a post What i love is that your mind always complains yet all youve donenis reply to posts and varely made anythingnother then 10 sentences like come on dude get a life if you dont like it dont reply let those who do those who work on improvement be or are you just reacting to feel better about your own insecuritys whatever it may be keep it nice

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰. 𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔰, 𝔟𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔄 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔄 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢-𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯. ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔶. 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱… 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔢𝔱. 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔶 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡. 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢. 𝔒𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔱𝔢. 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔱. 𝔄𝔰𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔶, 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔱. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔪, ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔰 𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔶. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯. 𝔅𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔟𝔦𝔱. 𝔘𝔫𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥… 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔴 LISTEN TO MUSIC FOR BEST EFFECT 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔰 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔶. 𝔑𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔰 — 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰. ℑ 𝔞𝔪 ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫