Death by a thousand cuts (camerons sunday evening game)

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Traitor Kings memoires
I want a new title

I’m not really sure what happened to be honest. Firstly I was sent to claim some land from the elves. Which required me to swear fealty to him. Which required me to commit high treason. What could go wrong. Well Drake showed up. And was pissed. Really pissed. My new king defended me and aided me in setting up the kingdom. Which I have yet to name, what with it being a village. The group of my new loyal subjects brought over 700 people to the new kingdom and quickly set about making it livable. At this point my kingdom has yet to be named. I’m thinking something about the rebirth of the Lost Isles. But we now have a threat, Drake. My loyal subjects have got to work founding it and helping to found a dynasty which is apparently important. Who knew. So I’m now trying to court some elven noble from a loyal and upstarting family.

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Sciutos Diary

Sciuto’s letter

I don’t know what to make of my travel companions; first they claim to hate the king and queen and are part of a rebellion, then just as I was about to secure my future, they kill the rebels king and betray the rebels to the king and queen they claim they hated.

For 2 years they went away doing their own thing, and I was quite glad because although I had originally joined with them hoping to save my brothers and sisters who are under Drakes care, when I got to meet them they were happy and content. I became loyal to the queen when I was her concubine – I believe I was her favourite as she often entertained me alone. I also grew to like Adras and Drake, Adras for his efficiency and Drake because he always ran away when I told him to, plus he was quite fun to mess with.

The group was disjointed, we went on a quest to get a sword, but then they decided that they weren’t going to hand in the sword, so it’s sitting in a safe somewhere. All that effort for nothing!

In the mean time I’ve amused myself with starting a business, the tree man wanted a drama club, and I wanted to start a brothel to ensure that wherever we went we had a group of loyal people to get us information and we had a source of income. Naturally the girls get 50% of the charge, with 25% going to me (though I often end up giving them things instead) and 25% serving as their housing charge to fund the operation of the ship.

I started to think however of the provision of holiday homes for the girls and in case they want a break to start a family or settle down away from the ship (whilst still being together as the close knit community they have become) I was also thinking of how to provide for them when they retire and if anything ever happens to the ship. These questions plagued me for a while until we were going over the spare land in the elven kingdom (again) and I determined that we should start a land settlement to enable the workers to attend schools and hospitals and to have homes away from the ship. The Dragon went on another power trip and tried to declare himself king and everyone started arguing. It was very frustrating as even though it was my idea nobody listened to me.

We went back to the queen and her companions whilst the dragon stayed to strike up land deals with the elves. I had hoped that he would have gotten over his power trip when left alone with such a big task, but instead he accepted the offer to serve under the elven king as the ruler of our new “kingdom”. I had suspected as much and whilst seeing the queen Aioffellen I had already made a deal. I would help her with her overcrowding issue and help to provide a better life for many of the refugees that had come to her kingdom in recent years and in return I would promise her loyalty and report to her what the dragon is doing if it becomes a threat to her kingdom. The rest of my companions may have turned against her, but I won’t.

We were able to convince the dragon to assemble a council to ensure that he can’t go crazy one day and eat everyone, but I don’t even know what to think. I’m hoping some of our group might still be loyal to the Queen, but they seem very quick to betray people. I don’t think I trust them.

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Sciutos ramblings
top secret

Those crazy-ass people!! For the past few months all they are focusing on is creating this “kingdom”. It took them 3 months to build my dance hall, the whole reason we were meant to be here in the first place. Every time I try to speak up nobody listens to me, it’s all about that damn dragon and whatever he wants. Adran is probably getting sick of having to hear my prayers, I built him a temple at least, although the council tried to suppress freedom of religion. It’s crazy, we brought all of these people here to help them, to give them the freedom to build their lives and those psychopaths want to strip them of their rights! They are insane, they are spending so much time and effort to marry the dragon to some elven noble to fortify alliances and they don’t even know the work that I’m doing to prevent all-out war. The dragon messed up, he swore allegiance to the elf and thus betrayed the allegiance we had mode to Aifellen, Adran and Drake, on top of this his irrational behavior risks the faith that Aifellen put in us with her citizens and his refusal to let people worship Adran… well it wouldn’t be surprising if all three of them didn’t decide to band together unilaterally and wipe up out. If they think that the elf can stop them before they accomplish their task they are idiots. However strong the elf king may be, Adran is a God and Aifellen could easily rally her loyals still in the kingdom. Not to mention that both Adran and Aifellen have been here within the past month and nobody knew about it. Plus, if it came to it, the elf would sooner have them on good terms if they can travel through as opposed to a small village to nobody’s. It’s ridiculous!!!
If I weren’t working alongside the queen and Adran they would be in so much trouble, I don’t even know why I’m helping them – they are psychopaths!! After spending 3 months building houses and temples (and my dancehall) they decided to go around the local area and check for monsters that could harm the villagers. This by itself is okay, but they were crazy, they were chapping people’s doorbells and then trying to pick fights and kill people. That good dragon they tried to kill would have become a much bigger problem had we not stopped the fight and offered him a deal. If he had been left alone he would have maybe tried to steal some gold or some sheep, but by starting this fight he stole gold anyway, and asked for a sheep tax to be due to him. We managed to talk the psycho-dragon into giving him a space on the council at least so if he goes too crazy hopefully goldie will step in and stop him.
Then they tried to attack the Raksashas. These guys were just minding their own business when the group stormed their house and threatened them. The summoner guy and his wannabe tried to set fire to the house while we were trying to negotiate. The group followed him and put him out of his misery (freeing that wannabe in the process) while I spoke to the Raksasha. They claim that they probably won’t be here for long and we can call on them if we need them, though they might not come.
I’m worried, if they catch me out as not being “loyal” to the dragon that I may suffer the same fate. I was okay with him, loyal to the group; however his recent betrayals and power trip have proven too much. He admitted before that he was unstable, his obsession with crazy artifacts saw to that. He even told us once that he wasn’t sure he was the best person to always look to, that he was too insane to lead the group. Sadly everybody else seemed to ignore his moment of clarity.
If he can’t lead a group of able bodied adventurers, how does he imagine he can lead a “kingdom”?
I’ve spoken to Adran, I’ve asked him to speak (either directly or through the queen) to the elven king. I want the dragon demoted to a normal council member and we can have a democratic system. The issue is we can’t decide anything as a council for as long as the dragon is being insane and determined to be a ruler and the only way to put him down is either to kill him (which would cause unrest) or to go over his head. However, he can’t know the request came from me. I may try to have a sneaky one-to—one with a few council members to decide what happens if the elven king comes back to us, or if we need to act unilaterally.

This whole thing has spiraled way out of control. This was meant to be a holiday home for my girls, not a new life mission and treason against the queen.

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Vollernth's Journal

Ok so maybe I got a bit ahead of myself. Turns out that I’m not the greatest being there has ever been. Well how was I supposed to know?! All I’ve met in these damned planes are creatures inferior to me in some way! I mean a tree whose greatest ability is to die explosively. An Orc with massive anger issues. A succubus… need I say more on that matter. Even the leadership of the kingdom… MY KINGDOM!! are inferior. Rumour has it Drake is a drug addict of monumental proportions, somehow. The Queen just sits with her harem gaining popularity seemingly based on her inactivity and then there’s Adran. Although I’m convinced he’s weak, I’m still wary of him. He’s up to something. Which is why he can’t have the sword. My sword. But then we meet this huge golden dragon. But he isn’t as I was raised to believe a barbaric brute with no civility. If anything we were the savages. That Orc and I charged in screaming bloody murder, well until he beat me to a pulp as the cowards fled and the Orc did bugger all. Thankfully the others convinced him to join the council as general; he’s quite good although all we have in terms of army is my ship and a few troops. But with us leading the way how could any hope to resist. But if I was wrong about him, what else am I wrong about? Maybe I shouldn’t be ruler. Maybe it’s for the best if the others take over. All I’m doing is making problems where there were none. (One failed vanity check later) But how could I ever allow that to be. Clearly without me this would all fall apart!! It’s thanks to me we have the land, and thanks to me we’re allies with the Elves! I will be king of this land and of the Human Kingdom! It’s my birth right! It’s my destiny!! (One failed wrathful roll later) And I’ll kill anyone, ANYONE, who gets in my way!

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Reynauld's Journal - Entry 1
Considering our situation.

Well that escalated quickly. Although I never really intended to return the sword (people who ask for giant swords capable of slaying anything are generally those who should not be given them) I did not expect us to leave the kingdom behind and become vassals of the Elves. That said there were no other options that we could trust so I suppose it was inevitable. Also having a stationary base of operations will aid greatly in my research not to mention we now have the hand of a god! I could scarcely ask for better conditions. Perhaps the lack of a comprehensive library is a slight issue but I succeeded in obtaining a Mask of Tomes which should offset such an issue. Our “kingdom” is currently struggling forward but no major crises have occurred so far. Although there is definitely one brewing under the surface with the populace being part of the cult of Adran. I have no doubt they will become instruments to steal the sword and possibly the ship from us, this must be prevented at all costs. In council news, we must bid farewell to our temperamental half-orc friend after he had to be dealt with after trying to set fire to a building we were in and now welcome Resplendent, a golden dragon we encountered that truly knocked the living hell out of our own dragon. He brings with him 100 kobolds (finally someone who doesn’t worship Adran) and is now General of the Realm and Leader of the Armed Forces. Which will be wonderful when we have an army. As for the Rakshasas we encountered, I do not trust them one bit and will see to it that they understand what should happen should they harm our citizens. I have no intention of starting any conflict but I will see to the end of them.

Such excitement however greatly detracts from my primary research, and my new field of secondary research which is only marginally less important. How exactly is this plane here? Who or what caused this? Between the threat within and the threat without I believe it is this question that our council should consider and attempt to find answers for.

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Rathal's Journal
Entry 1

W̗̥͉͖̕e͏͈̞ͅḷ̶̹͈̯͚̪l̯̤̥̩ ͔̩̹̝̘̦͈t͎͕̹̖̞h̹͍̘e̷͇s̼e̵͈̗͉̫̝ ̡p̀e̶͈̟̳̳͔̺̝o͟p̙̠̜̯l̰͖̠̺è̬ ̵a̪r̳̣̝̤̜͝e̺͉̤̤̳̳͓.̯̜̯̠̫̜.̣̺̳͍̜ͅ.̢̩̲̲̟ ͇̖͎̲̣i̜̫̘̦n̴̞͈̦̻͇̺̲t̲͇̻e̕r̡e̺̤̟̰͔̟͓s̹͍̜t͇in҉̟̘͖͉̤͓̜g̀ ̶̫t̙̼͟o̖̪̼̙ ͔̱͡s̶̬̻ͅa̶͙̣̱͇̻͚y͈̖̻̝͢ ̮̘́t̩̜̥̥̳͖h̲ͅe̛ ̵͉͎̦ḷ͖̘̲̼è̜͎̣̼̻̜͚ạs̫̘͕͇͈͇͇͠t̰̯́.̦̜̤̩̪̹ T͎͉̭̮̭͔he̗͚i̤͎r̳̭̮̥͖̰ ҉̗̬k̴̳̣̰͚̤̰̩ị͖̜͍n͍͈̟̯̙͇g̪̤̪̗̳͔̙͘ ̸d̯̲̳̭̗i̫͔͍̲e̤̯̗̗̥ͅͅs͢ ̩͕͠a͍̖̰͜nd̙̬͍̩ ͔̳n͕̟̹̬̹̙̫o̘͠t͞ ͏̮̭̹2̖͙͕͉ ͖̞̱͔͝ho̳͈ù̱̘̳̝͙̦ͅŕ̝s ̣̥ḷ̘͕ͅa͈̫t̞̠͉̝͚̙̱ḛ͕̙̩͙͍̻r̠͙̺̺ ̗̘͚̻̟th̠͙̻̻̘̲ȩ͖̗y’͖̼̦r̺̳͔̀e͔ ̨̺̣̙̞a͙̲̠̞ŕg҉u҉̟͕̲͍i̴̙̥n̤̘̤͉̳g͚̘͎͟ ̶o̸̗̼͈̺̣̙ṿ͓̫̼͍͙̼͝e̟̫͎ṟ͖͖̝̭̹ ̣̬ẉho̩͔͚͈͇ ̪͓̖s̺͚̫̹͍͔̤͢h̳̜͇͖̳o͓͎̳̕ͅul̮̖͖̝̻̰̝͡ḑ̹͕̼ ̫̘̼̞r̴̳̱̙̠̤̗e̜̪̲͚̪̘p̭̫l͉̘̞̗ͅa̴̯̙͉c̰̭͚e͉̺͓ ͅh̪̣̲̣͍̳̕i̜͚͍̱͎̜m͙̻͚̝͞.̦ ̪͍͇͍͈͖̜I͇͕̫̞ ̜̀ͅư͎̝̬̪̹nḏ̮̪ḙ̶͖̰͈̣r̯̠ͅs̨̺̝ţ̟̗̙̥̘a̮̮͇̥n̪̱͓͉̣͚̞d̼̩̠̼͢ ̶t҉̩̝̻h͙̳͟e̷̱̜̰̖s̵̗̣̩̹͚ͅe͚̹̳̤͉ ͎̻̤̖̳̪̹t̰̺͟h̼͠i̻̰͇̰̺͇n̘͉͔͓͇͓͙g̱̼͉̯͉̺s̮̘͔͡ͅ ̡̠a̼͎̙r̡̺̲̮͉͈̳ͅȩ̜̟̙̦͓̮ ̨̟̯̱̖̖̲ͅim̜p̛̭̜̱̮o̼̭͇̼̮r̻̥̹͔̯̲͡t̴̖͙̱a̷n͍̜͠t̙̹̼̭͔̥̝ ͎̥͡b̼͉ͅu̷͓̰̫̫̳̣ͅt̬͎͖͓͇͇̘͜ ͓̰͢t̮͍͡h̸̹͓e̷̝͚̮̜y ͙̪͓̖͕͔̘d҉̫̻̣o͏͓̳̝̫̜̤͔n͓̝͍̯̭’̵̥͕̩̳t ͈̪r̳͚͔͚͍̤͠e͔a̜̻̖̕ḷ̲͖̖̣̣l̰̬̟̩̺͈y̯̩̦̳̟̩͉ ̹̮̜̞͇ha̶͎v̡̞e̘ ͘a̡ ̺̲̰̙k͉͇̱̘i̫̩n͈͓̦g̮̜͉̲do̧͉ḿ̹̼̫͎̳.͖͖̗̗̮͚̝͠ ̵T̖h͖̮̞̖̙̫̥e̲̼̕y̼̜̙̠͍̺̟͢ ̳̳̳̦h̝̟a҉͖̯͎̗̪̙ͅv͚̯̹͢ͅe̩ ̸a͔̫̫̘̤̺ ̲̺̖̯t̷̬ͅo̜͎̰ẃ̤̳͓͈ͅń.̳͉̪̲͞ ̖͓̫͖͈O̞̭n̲̬ḛ̴ ̨̺̙w̳͈̪̺̝̤͈͢h̜̕i̵͈̞c͈͔͓̻̫ͅh ͖͚̱̖̙̘̤t̟͉̠̳͔ͅh͓͝e̱͉͎͍y̧̜̳̲̤̣͇̥ ͕̘͉d̰̜͙͟o̦̭̤̹͠n͈͓͝’̶͍̝̭̜̜͙̺ţ͓̙ͅ ͖͙̥̮͞r̲̟̺̬͙̰̝e̙̮̘̗a̝l̛̳͇͕͈͈̣l̘͔y̫̝̹̖͙̼̰͘ ̣̱̝c̞̮̥̼̙̞̙o͓͍̻̫͈͢nţ͚̣̩͓r̛̯̰̺̼͈̝ol͕͎̖ ̮̺͔a̮̹̪n͍͇̰̳ͅy͈w͈͖̪̤͉a̜̘̻̩̳y͏͕̗̥̘͈.̢̞͙̘͓̰ ͇͚̪̬͖B̮̗̣̝̬͍͜u͍̜̖̭̞t̨̰̺͙͎ ̦̮b̫͠e̘͈̖̞͠s͕͓̖̣̱͈̹͡i̝͈̪̘͉ḓe̠͍̱̯̤͍͡s̰̬͡ ͈̞t҉̟͕̪h̦a̻͈̼̟͖̳t͔̤̰̲ ̲͈̫̭̟I̫ ̮̥̪̟͍̲c͏͔̝̭̥͇̪a͏̲̤̞͔̼n̻̹͉͓̻’̠̞̺͔͙̘̤t̸͍̙ ̬̪̹̳d͓͜ec̮̱id͏̫͓̞e ͈̤͘w̨h̠̞͍͙̕ͅi̵̗̜͓̣̪c̠͎͇̞͙̲͠h͍̭͖͎̭̣̻ ̻͖̩̲͉̞o̪͖͘ͅf͓ ̷̪̺̣̱͈t͇h͜e͖͇ ͙̞͓̰̘̭̠"͏̹̦̱̜̻̗c̪̠̪͎̝͝a̙̞̜n̻d͈͎i̷̻̙̪̣ḍ͓̞͚a̺̝̬̝͈t͈e̠̖̦̹s"̞̭̟̺͙͠ ̬͈̭̫͉͉I͚̯̺ ̙̬͓͉͎̙̩͡p͔̜͖̩̗͍r̠̘͉̤̙͓̣͢e̡̗͕̦͈f͙̯̺̼̟͔e͏̝̖̗r͢.͚̹ͅ ̡̣̫̫͕I̜̳̯͞ ͔̻͓̫̟̼͍me͙̘̗͔͘a̱̯̟̣̤n҉̱̙̜͎̤̹ ͇̤̖͟M͔̜̥͜r͍̠̲͟ ͈R͚ͅẹ͠s̥̘̼̺̪͔̬p͈̟͕̘͕l͓ḛ͔̳̻n͍̝̗̤͍̱̮͘d̤a̷̖̪̮̥ͅn͓̞̖̦̫t̻̱̟̝ͅ ̸͎̩͕i̵̮͉̙ș̢̞̭ͅ ͎͙̖̮a̶̰̯l̲͉͎̰̪̖l̠̯̺̠ ͎w͔̱̩e̥̼̘̟͖l̬̙̯̲̲̱l̜ ̥̼̖͈͓ą͖̪̦n̜͕̯͔̬̗͘d͖̪̺ ͓g̸̠̮̠̯̘̗̠o̪͍͇o͖̖̤̗͔̼d͚̳͓͢ ̹̞͚̗b̫͜ụ̘͇͍t̡̬̙ ͕̰̜ͅh̦̖͈̜̮̞e̗͞’͓̣̯̖s̹͇ ̞͝j̞̳̘̝̜us̞͉͚̟̪͍t̸͓̤͉͚̺̥ ̹ͅt̴̪̯̘̦̘̪̝h̞̤̤a̹͚̭͔͞t҉̥̲̟̱.̷ ͇̤̞̤͡G̱̫͈o͓̳o̰͇d̴̗͖̙̲͉̘.̛̳̳̲ ̢͔̠Í͙͍̺͚ ̤̗̙͙̞̱͝f͇̞̫̗ͅe̲̯͕͠a̳̥̳̠̜͖̠͜r̦̘͉ ̭̣͢ḥ̦̖é͚̼͎ ͓̥̹̣͕w͓̻͉͙ͅou̹ḻ̛͙d͎̺͉̮͇͉̙ ̧̭g̡̟̘e͓̯͈̗̣̘͢ͅt̪͈͖͎̳͢ ̤i͇̦̲͉̪͍̠n͢ ̝͔͉̘̞̟m̧̮̖̣͇̝̳y͔̱̗ ̟̤͓w͍͖a̡̭y ̸̺̳a̰̹̫͍̮̯̤t̙͙̬ ̝͔̗͙̫͉̣ơ͎̹̫̤̩n̰̳̬͕͇e̥̯ ̧͇͔̦̮͇̝͓p̬̗͠ͅo̘̼̠̹̦͕i̧̼͈n͇̖̘̥̖t̵ ̵̹̱̤̙͇͎o̳̱͉̭͎̱̺͠r̢ ͈̤̼̝͇͍̦̕a̭̬̞͕n̙̭͇̕n̥̞̞̭̘̭o̵͙̳̟̠̖̪t̯̞h͉́e̲̠̜̦͢r̳̲̗͞ ̶͓a̰͉̱͉͚͉n̛̯̯d̠ ̲̦͕̫̩̙͉i̤̩̯͎͕̥̝͢t̵̤͎̣̼̲͕ ҉͎͓̜ͅͅd͞o̖͙̺̦̞͖̱͡e̴̪̝̲̘s̖͎̗n̼̫͖̟̟’̞̺̣̮̻͔̺͘ṯ̵͚̝̫̱̳̰ ta̬̲̝͙̬̙̜ke̸ ̮̫̫͎a̮̮͓̻͓ ͕̮͞g̤̗͇e͍͈̮̝͉͢n̘͔͟i̜u͔͚̭̭s̜̝̹ ̛̬̬͕̙̥ț͓̝o̟̖̯̰͠ ͓̗r̴̺̜̭̰͈e̮͍̗̼͖͇̟a̸̝̬̻̮̟̤̟l͖͎̼̖̭i̫̥̟͕s͕̺͖͞e̙͓̜ ̢̤͚̱̝̞I̯̕ ̦̜̥̩̹̘͢w̠̖̝̠͖̱͔͡o̥ͅu̥̙̻̞͔̯͉l͍̤͖̠͉̝d̦̮̬͍̻n͉̩͈̤̥̰̙’͕̜̱t͔͔̗̲̕ ͔̺̤͓̺͎w̪͡i̝̜̭̫̘̬̩͢n ̝̱͓̺̤͠ț̲͚̘̖̀h̦̘at͚ ̤̠f̫̗͔͜i̳͉͙ͅg̜̫̞̙h͕̲͉̜̗t̥͝.̸͍̻͚͕͓̱̬ ̴̟̝̭̘̳T̶̼̪̫h̖̗̝̟͕e̜̲ǹ̞̠̰̖͖ ̣̦̼̦t̟͈͇́h̰̰̭e͖͎͈͢r̺̯̤̙e̶̟͎̟’҉̠̞̭̰s̶̠ ̧̬̖̺̖R̟ẹ̴͎͖̰̣̣y̨͇̫̻̤̦̥n͙̠̯̠͙̟͟a̴̝̙̹u̺͇̱͔̳̥l͡d̫̹̥̰͖̖ͅ.͍̙̖̫͓̠͉͟ ͍͉͖̲̠H͇̞͝ẹ͖ ̯̕I̛ ̸̪͎̫̰̻̭g̸̲ưe̛̙͉ș͈͎͈s̹̯̥̹͇͇ ̛̲͓͓w͚͙̬̯̟̘͠o̞̗̞̜̰̖ͅu͖l̸̻̬̺̩͇̹̟d̤͟ ͎̺͈̖̰̖ͅḇ̮̜͖̺ͅe͖̺̩͘ ̸t͔̜̝̘̥h͍͎̫͚e̞͘ͅ ̀b͎͕̕e̵̞̫̖͖s̪̲̺͚͠t҉̺͓ ̩o̲̞̞͘f̭̤ ̱a͏̯ ҉̰̟̙̥̗͕̙b̥͔̖̮̬̯̠a҉͓̼͚d͇ ̤̥̭̗̩̣ͅb̡͎u̳̭͉͜n͎͇̩͝c̸͚͎̩h͉.̢͙̩ ̣̠̣So̜ḿ̫e̮w͍͙̗͞h̛̝at̙͇̰͢ ҉c̯̪̩o̵̪͉͖m͔͍̼̞̝͡p҉͖̞̫͎̙e̥̠̱͕̘͝te̻n͔̗̰͇̩t͓̗̰̠͍̻ ͖͎̟a̜ͅͅn̶̻͖͉̤̖͇̳d̗͚̯̬͚ ̸͚f̟̟̗̜̞͖͔o҉͇̬r̞̻ ̪̥͇̻w̺̦͚͖͟ḩ̯̘͖a̩͚̘̣̯̙͠t҉̫̩̺̥e҉̯̣͖v̡̱ͅe͔̘r̻̤͚̦͞ ̩̤it̖̯͍͙̬͍͜ͅ’̵͈ͅs̜̞̯̳̗͔ ̸̦̦ͅw̟̥̞̤̖o̡͍̤r̵ț̞̟̮̺h w͏a̷s̮͇ ̸̠͍͇̱̻̩t̛ḩ̩̹e͎̣̜̤͘ ̹̜̲̻̦̗con̲̞͇͜f̟̞̻̥̜̖i̺͓̩͓̗͇̜d̨͉͉̥̠̣̲ͅa̡̤̰n͓̮̖͕͖̜͎t̹̼̘ ̰͕͓̩͕̫o̡̠ͅf͇̬̣̯ ̞̹̫̣͝th̬̺͟ͅe̫̯̙̻ͅ ̡̫̥͙͉̬͍̦d͖̗e͙̻͍̥̣̮ͅc͈͍e̜͓͜a͚̰ş̳̟͓ed͏͈͙̳͓̮̭̻ ͚̩̝͈́k̛͎̟̪̱̯ḭ̶̖̻̟n҉͙̫͓̱͍g̠͚̱.̞̱̥͍̰̮ ̭͔͖ͅS̗̱̝̫͈̫̞p̛̥e̷̤a̠͓̤̟̭͍̪ḵ̮͓͓̭̘i̜n̳͔̼̩̘͈̮g̸̘̥̩͈̮͇͙ ̙̙o̧f ͍̳w͖͎̙͇̥h̫̩̹͇̦͉̺o̪̝͈͞ ̡̥̻̠̦͎t͔̠̻̙͢h̞̻̀e͇̝̜̣͓̰ ͇͚̼̝̜̖̟͠h͔̩̗͙͞e̜l̥͖̗͈̩͟ͅl̶̰̝̹ ҉ͅh͚̣͍̝̱a͈͠v̪̹̞e͚̭̲̙̰̫ ͏͙̣̦̖̣̬t̡͙̰̞h̜̥e̪͔y̗͙ ͖̤̱͠ṕ̻i̞̝̰͍͍ss̩̪̬e̼̰͕̻͕̟͎d ̭̞͙̱͓̀o̴̳̩̤f͓̥͕̤̬f̯̪͚̞̘͖ ̙̟̳̙̖̰b͓͙͍̝̹͉ͅe̗̳̫͔̳c̸a̪͈̤͢ư̹̲̗̲̮͙s͈͚͍͇̳͘e̮͎̩̟̹͖ͅ ҉͙̻t͍̲̭͓h̦̝̫a̸͍ͅt̮̠̀ ̵̰͚͙̳̣͍w͓̭̹̹̪̩a̵̞̼͔̣s̻ ͍̻̩̰a̺̭͇̹̕ͅ ͙̭̞t̠e̹̝̭̰̩̘̠̕r̸͇͕͈͎̭̯r̩̗ͅi̠f̖̣̞͜ͅy̧͔͖͉͎̤i͖̝̝̤̯͝n͖̺̱g͚̭̦̭̮̭̫l̝̝̯̹̞͔y̨ ̙w͏͈̲̮e̹̻͝l͚͕̦͔̦̥l̙̺̟̣͢ ̡̩̞̹d͈̤̝͎o̺͓̼̺̖ṉ̫̰̱̩͕e̮͕ ̟̖̳̟j̨͚̬͚̱̰o̧b͉̭̟̼͎ͅ.̴͉̪̯͉ ҉͕̰̥̲N͈͖̜o̩͢t͍̣̳̬̜͖ ͏a̙̲͎̰̦͓ ̲̙̹̲̗̯͎̀s̱̲̞͠p̳̱̘͖͇͞e̶͔̜c̝͘k̰̦̳ ̘͉̲̟̪͚̼o̸̮̲̗͚͍̺̼f̻͈͉͉̩̳̗͢ ̶̹̳̜ḛ̻̬̱̖ͅv̥̥͓͔͞ì̲̥͖̲̪d̥̼͎̯̘e̖̮̼̩n̡̝c̜̭̱̺e̳̩͈̠ ̡͕̜͖o̭̰̣̰͔̬t̫̣ḫ͙̖̬̖͕͡e͓͈̰̠͜r̹̠̜̘̤̜̙ ̝̖̺̠̥̖͈t̡͔̖͈hàn̨͖ ͔͕̬s҉̥̹̟̬͓̠o̜̠̺͈̭̟ṃ̼̺͖e͍̭̮̠̞ͅ ̧̝̜͙̖̰c̘̱͘o̮̞̙͓̖̜̠á̭̞͉ḷ̙̺͇ ̪́r̵̞̪͍̗e̵͔̲̯s̭͚͚̺̜i̷d҉̩̺͔̼̞u̲̩e̤̞͔̘̕ ̭w̩̪̞̹͔̲͔͠h̴̞i̤͚̰͓̥̥̟͜c̖̜h͕̮̰ ̷w̲̘̮̖̳o҉̖̦̫͉̳̫ṷ̫̝̮̖͔̗l͇͙͚͖͔d͚̺̯̘̝̠̕ ͔p̧̳͙̱̳o͇̣̪̙͙͝í̦͉̗̥ǹ͈̲̪t͓ ̷̭̻͈̹t̪͜o͙̩̱̦͖̗͎ ̸̗̻a̮̮͍̞̮͓s͎̜͍̕s̬̠̀a̛̤̣̺̯͎s͉̦̹͇̩ͅsi̠̼̥̼n̫̣͚̙s̴͉ ̜͓̺̥̙ͅͅin̝͈̥͖̲ ́t̤̤͖h͎̖̹ͅe͙͔ ̨m̢o͈͢st͓ ̰̫̦̝̝̯͞ͅe̮̻̯x̱̩̮̱ͅo͏̝̲r̬͔̘p̣͇e̢̤̹̪̠r̫̞̲̠̻̳̘͞ą͚̦͎̼̼n̸̖͔͍̪͔t̖͓̤ ̦̲͚͙̜̹̻͡g҉̙̞ú̙i̹̼̝̯ld̴͚̟̺͚͉̗ ̪͍̟̺͉t̻̮̲̜̤͚h̖͚́e͏r̴͓̲͍ę̮̼̱̣͙̩ ̯̬̬i͟s.̙̣̦̰͞ ̮̟̻͖̰͉T͍̝͖̬͕͚ḫ̮̻̟̜̱̲e͝se p̞͚͓̭̪̬͕e̛͔̞̺̝o͏͇̦̪̻p͎͇̠l҉͔̗e ̦̘̩̫ͅh̸̜av̹͎͠e͓̤͎͜ ̕e̴ń̻̥͚̙͍e̟̟͙̦̫̖͢m̨̫͎͇̮̤̪ͅi̫e̙͓̯̫s̳̣̤͜ ͇̘i͕̗n̺ ̧̥͕͔͓h̻͍ͅi̸͍͔͕gͅh̹̬̻̦͚̞̗͞ ̧̻͙̗̬̲p̠̲̱̯͝la̵͚̙c̰̟͓̳e̸̘̘̱̥̩͔͍s̡ͅ ̤͕̦͖͚a͎̥n͉ͅd͕̬ ̶̝͈͈̻͎I҉̙͇̞̼̦ͅ ̘͎̖̫̠͠f͘e̮̭͈͈̗̰a̤̣̪̤r̘̠ ̘̫̙̼̬w̥̳͇̙̳͘ẖ̷̳̠̪͔̱a̫̼̩͡t̜ ̡̮̭̝̬̮͕̯w͙̹͉̞̫̪iḷ̛͎͚̜̞̫̙l̺͈͇͇̯ ̙h̲̀ap̫̳̪̦̪̞p̜̞͔̗͚͓͉e̢̬̬͔̻n̙̪̜͙ ̧̘nò̼̹̱w̩ t͇͈h̵̬͚̩̥̮͕͉at̶͕͎̖͎̳ ͖̣́I̛ ̯̩̮̼̻̀ͅh̞͙̮̻a̡̹͉͇͕̟v̟͉̹̳ȩ͙͉̮͇̟ ̛̣̦̹j̲͍o͖͙̱i̯̥͉̻ņ̗͇̪̤e̫͈̱̬̰̟d̙̱̯̻̠̫̭ ̻̜̫t̀h͈͇̟̹̭̘e͔͠i̻̱̻̞̤͞r͎̳͞ ̰͖r̵̪a̰̣n̗͍̕k̥̥̳͖͈̯̪s̡͎͕͖̹.͕̮̥̹
̣H̭͜a̠͙̥̝͓̥̭͠v̦͚̪iṇ̤̬̫̹͞g̦̖̟ͅ ̞re͉͘a̳̝̺̝̮̯d̴͕̮͚̗̭͈̗ ͚̥̘̭́t͕̫̼͍̰͎̪h̬͙̖̠̱́r̙͈͕̹̬̙o͘u͚̘̳̗̩g̖͇͔̖̖̬h́ ̘̻̦͍̯̮t͇̮̥̠̠͚h̞̭̘̪̻̳e͚ ̲͖̠̬j̭͝ọ̩̟͍͙u͓̩̤͚̟͉̱r҉n̻̯̰ạ̟̯̻̱̭͜ͅl͖̘̦͖͕̫̩͠ ̛͎̬͇̮̯̜ͅo͍̤̜ͅͅͅf̯̖ t̵͔̘̞͙̮̼ͅh̕e̸̻͉̺̲ ̬̪̱s̞̥͕͍̖u̳̟̭̜c̛̲̫̻̖̙͖̖c͍͔̳͚̫ͅu̦̣̭̻͉̺͞ͅb͕̟̙̭̮u̱̞̰̻̬͟s̞͉͍̺̻͝ ̶̞̗ḁ̟̱̼̳̙n͓̟ḍ̛̞̜̮ R̹̼̠̺e̘̙̻̞̜y̴͓ń͕̙͙̫̞a͕̭͕͜u̡̠͚̠͕ld̛̼ ̱̳͝I̟̜͓̹ ͔̲c̠͎̭a̵̞̗̥n̛̰̪͍̝̦ s͖͉̣̗̕e͢e̥͍͉̜͞ͅ ̪̪̗̘̫̯t̸͇̮h̤a̫̜͙̲̖̭͜t̮̣̰͙͙͢ͅ ̙̺͡ͅt̵̖͕͔͉h̯͙̗̘̲i̝̝s̰̖̬̭̟ ͉̠͈̞̣ǵ̤̟̫̟̼̻r̮̥̥o̦u̧̺͓̻̦̟̻p̬͙̜ͅ ̨͎̻̼ͅí̯͕̗s̘̲ ͏͓̣̰͈̫e̠͚̰̖̰̰͘x̱͉͙c̷̜e̺̗͓͖̲̞͡n͚͞t̻̣͚̖̪͢ṟi͙̜c͓̪̱̰̣̮͡ ̥̭̗̩́ͅt̫̦̼͜o͏̬̹ ͎̩͍s̖̀à̪̬̝̟ỳ̟̪̰͖̫̭ͅ t̙h̻͠e̸̺̠̻̭̲ l̻̙̲̹͈͜ͅe̸̥͉a̛͎s̮̻̺̣ṯͅ.̙͖͟ ͇̱͓͕͙́B̝̖̯̲̬̰̫e͔̪t̘̳͠wee̸̩̮̱ͅn̡̠͕ ͖s̘̻̠̠̬̫̻̀ṭ̥͇͓͇̺̟̕ar̤t̷͚̺i̥̫̯̺ṋ͟g҉͈ ̙̦͖̟͠a̤̞̭̦̝̮̝s͏ ̷̞̯̣̬r̰͍͎͎̗͎̟e̷̥͎̹̟͚̭v̭͚͇͟lụ͖̺̬̺͕͠t͞i͍̟̼̬͎ọ̙̺͖̺͔́n͓̘̯a̖͚̳i̜͈͖̘̭r̟̯̯̻̦͉r̻e̪̤̞̲̝̰̳s̱̯̱̪̯ ̳͉b̻̩̟e͏̱̥̬fo̫̠̺͖͔̖̙r̻̼̪̦̝̰̻̀e̸ ̸̜̠̫̻̙̮̱b̯̫͝e̛̟̫̦ͅt͖͇̺̰͙r͈͉ͅa̴̪̺̻͈̖y͇͓i̴̜̼͙͖͇n̰̻͇̖̺̙̣g̝͖͔̳̱̮̟̀ ̣͙̮̞ͅţ͎͓̬̩̜h͏̫͎̣̦͖̱͖e̺̮͕͝i͓r̲̤̟̙͙͟ ̸̣̦̠̺̺l̩̠͎͔̲e͈͚a̰d͍e̝͞r̺̘s̖̺̭̰̖h͓͔̟͇͜i̴͕p̥͚̙̺̼̝ ͖̭͟ͅt̹̖̳̮͓̪̙o̹̦̘̣̮͖̞͜ ̻̞͕̮t̢h̰e̫ K̪̟̺̖̖̮͠i̩͙̺n̩̮g̭̜͖̱d̡͔̘̣̥̥o͓͓͍͖̬͖͞ṃ̯̝̩͔̫ ̴̫̱o̮̼̳͍̣n͔̳ͅl̰̮̪͉̞̞͈y̶̠͚̯̟̠ ̶͎̹̠͕͖ț̱̭̤͉̹o̡̘̗̫̻̺ ̲͉͎̰͙̰̝t͎̹̙̩͚͇h͉̟͎̮͘ę͍̙̜̝̼ͅn̵͎̤̞̬͖̣̥ ͍̙b͕̯͍e̷͖͈t͍͡r̸̫̘̠̼͖͈a͠y̠̟̝͚̱͢ t͖̲͈̼̜̜͔h̝̱͙͓̮̘͍͘e̝̭̦m̛̹̻͈̖͔ ͉̘̖͘f͈̹̀o̮͎̺̝̠͟r̼̹̝̼ͅͅ ̪̘͡t̘͎͈͢h͓̳̩̹̳e͓͕̗̮ ̘E͙̦̣l͖v̨̹͖͙̰e̮̻͍͈s̴̫̜̺̼̬ͅ ̪s͈̥o̘͘ ̵th̺͞at̙̮͙͍͔̠̺ ̘̘̪̞̺t̵̘͇̣͚h͕̜̺̘̙e̩͡y̺̼͈̝͘ ̼̻̥̤̲̖̙ć̻o͎͈̲͈̝͎ͅu҉̹l̸̙d͇̠͇̭̬̀ ͍̙͚̪f̵̭̤͙̪̜͙o̱͙̹̗͙͍͈u̜͕̜̥̳̹̣n̝̫d̥̜͈̺̰͓ͅ ͜t̯̫̤h҉̫̗ͅe̷̪͕̖̙͖̟͍i̠r̖͇̖̹̩̱ ̺͖͓ͅo͕̣̘͇̻̩̗͞wn̘͉̥̘̮̻ͅ ̫̩͙k̖͢i̗̯͔̻̣̗̹̕ngd̷̯o͖m̢̹̜̠̟͔ͅ.̞̠͔̼ ̥I̧̮̖̮ͅͅ ̘̫̟͈͡c̡͉̳̪̻a̮͕̪̹͔̖͙n ̳̟̰̼͔͢s̀e͚͕̞̫ͅe̗̗ t̠̖̖̗̬h͘at̹̲̞̙̙͓͢ͅ ̺̙͔͉͖t̪̺̯̲̩̣͓h͎̗̞͖͓̗͘e͏̦ͅ ͉͈̼͚̯͕̰D̤͟r̗̜a͉͙̤̙̩̫ͅg̱̘̠̠͡ͅo̟̳̜̝̞͜n҉̻̣̳̲̭ ̷̫̝͕̖̤̞̤w̻͍a̲͞s̳̩̗ ͇̰̘̠̠̗̫àn̰̩̘͙͡ ̴̳i͙̣͓ͅs̵̪s͡u̗̥̞̪è̪̫̠̟ ̸b̷͕̮̰͚̺̰ͅṵ͓̯͍ͅͅt̫̞̖̖̙ ̰͙͜as̶ ̝̲̗R̕e̺̯̪͞y̖n̪̹̩̯̱̱͈a͚ul̖͕̜͡d̰̹͖͖̟̗͓ ̨̞͚̜͈̲̠̼p͉̤͕̭o̻̖̪͈͟i̫͈̦̱͎ͅn̗̬t̞e̶̞̼̙̞͚d҉ ̲͇o̝̣̹u͏̟͔̻t҉̜͇̣̙̩ ̦͉̘h̨̭͕̬͔̞e͖͞ ̪̰͖wa̡̰͉̙̗͖ş͎̱̱̣ ̩͖̻̬̝̮͚s͈̥̰̖̩͕̘̕u͔̬̖͇̬r҉p̭̟̲r͉̲͚͚͇̕i̖͔͠s̛͍̜i̦̞n̰̪̝͕̪̲g̛͎͕͎̟l͈͙̟̰y̹̻̬ ̳̠͞m̘̺̟̞̱a̫̙̳̪n҉̥̜a̴̗͖g̸̞̰ab̫̲͓̼̼̬͍l͘e͖̩̣͟ ̻̫oṉ̢c̶̞̜e͜ ͚̪̪̼̜̫y̧̱̗o͕̥̤̼u̹͔̫ ̜͎k͈n͍͖̩̼̦e̮̭̜̫̦͠w̷ͅ ͓̣h̸͖o̹̦̟͕̯͖̻w͓̖̹̜̰̤ͅ ̘͔̘t̮o̸͍̘̠͉͉ ̯͉̞̹̟p̟̹͍̪͔̯͙u̡̦̦̹͔͖͔͖s̢̖͍̭̰̩̖h͟ ̤͈͈h̖͉̹̯̬̀i̡͓̮̞̰m͚.̭͙͕̥ ̸͙̥̩̘̲A̫̖͞l̷͎̫̯̝͇t͕͍̘h̦̬̞̙̭̥o̫͇̝u̢̼͍͍͇g͖̼̥̞̜h̟ ̰͓͔̯̹͟I̵̺̠̻͎̪ ̸͉̪̫̬͈s͏̥͇ú͇͍̞͉͚͈͙p͓p̼̟̮̞͔̲͜o̶͎͚̮̦̹ͅs̠͙ȩ̰͓ ̼̞͖̼t͏̖͖̭̮͕͕̗h̸̹̠̳̮a̸̘̱̼̜t̲̜̤͈̹̪ ҉̤w̘͓á̩͈s͏̟̤̬͇̱ͅ ̢p̡͚͉a̴̖r͞t ͍̳̤̝̀o̵̺̯̘̠f̰̟̹̦͈͡ ͓̻͈̫t҉h̨̠͉̰̦̙e̬̖ ͕̬̗̞͈̼p̸̼̥̘̫̙̬̤r̭̲̦͙͈̞͓̕o̥b̙͔̗̖̩͚͘ͅl͚̯͉e̘̼̱̹͚̟͞m̳̖̹͍̠,̪̤̠ ̮̣̣̬̭b̗̭̰͖̪̹e̳̻̹̻̟̙̗͠c̯au̻̹̻̖̹ͅse̜̫̣̰͍͍ ͖̳t̛͖̪͇̭̜̜h̦͕͕̼̭̞͘e̡ ̦͠O̤̦͙r̟̘̯̪̩͉̝c̹ ̨̬k̦̙̕n͉̹̙͝e̟w͢ ̶̦̘͕t̵h̜̦̼͕a̫t̥̖̳̜͚͇ ̘͕̻t̻͉o̭̮͉̻o̥͖̺̺̞ͅ.̗̘͙̺ ̥̰͔̼̳Q̪̮u̜̙̞͜i̵c̜͈͓͕k͖ ̱͓̮̼ṯ̻͓̘o̝̭͙̳̤ ̨̻̥͉̟̙̠b̝͚e̳̫̭̗̠̺͝ d̯͎͕ͅr̞͕̹͚i̞̠͢v̵̗̙̥̜e͚̹̝̯͟n̗͢ ̭̰i͇n̨̺̺t̴͖̮̝o̜̝͕̘ ͔͖̝͇̹͝a̯ͅ ̧͇r̟̗̳̣̝͖ͅa̜g͕̱̗͚̲ẹ̼̬ ̬͓̻͖̤̯t͏̝ͅḫ̘͙̠̥͠a̷̳̯̹t͔̀ ̖̞̟̥͉t͇̮̠̦̪̞h̘̝e̹̮̕ ͕̺̟ot̕h͇̲̦̻̦̳̼͜e͖r͏̹̮͓s͞ ̬͈̹c̰̘̳l̤͉é̘a̠̳̣͎̯͖r̞̹͇͉̤͢l͕̞̼̰y̮̣̠̞͍͍ ̡͔͔w̷̗̠̱̖͖̩e̤̼̳̜r̶e̟̲̫̤ ̨̩͉̼̞̦̥ͅn̴͎̪̰͍o͍̞̥t̮͚͈̱͞ ̭͖e̗͕̖q̞͔̹͠u̼͢i͙̬͉p͍̣͈̫̤͙͝ṕ̺̦̲̹̥̩̱e̴͓͚̤̼d͟ ͙̺̟̺̺͚ͅt̸̘̙̖͎̭̠o҉̠̱̬̦ͅ r̻̭͙͞e̸ś̹͙̲ţ͙̭̜̟͇̣̞r̟̳̠͍̠̖a̩̪ị̸̜̥͕̖͉n̵̦͚͕̣̤̤ ̵̗̘̼̰̮t́h̘̱̳͔̀ͅe̦̩̟̘͎̘̩͟ ͇̯̱̗̱͕O̮̜̤r̰c̤̫ ͚̯̗̥͡á̯n̡͖d̜̯̫͓ ̯̹͜ţ̮͙͚̳h̥͈a̳̘̜̤t̡͍̺̮ ̩̻́D̪͕̻͠r͖̤̻͍͘a̪͎̪͎g̻̱̗̦͡o̧͚̤̤n͓̮͇̬̣͚͞ ̡̹̘͈̖ͅw̷e̵̘͎͔r̷͍̞̫͕̪̝͖ę̮̖̜̱̣̥ ́á ̥̘͓̞s̬ư͕͕̺̬̻̥͍r͙p̸͖̗r̴̙̝̞i̩͖̠͔̠̤͜s҉̼̱̳i͓̳̤̙n̨͍̘̼̟̲͉g̹l̬̥͙̼͖̺̖͝y̻̠̦̺̟͝ ͏͔̰̥v̤̮̻̫o̧͈̪̹̰̤ļ͍̟͚i̫̳̯͔̹̲t͉͎̥̪̱i͘l̡e̝̪͉̘̱ͅ ̶͙̞̤t̮̭̪̖̬͞h͇̺̼͠ṛ̭̣̮̯̞́e̥͈͉͖͕̞a̝̬͓̣̗̪̠ṱ͎͕͍.̬̭͔̫͞ ̢S҉̱ț͕̞̭͙̻̖i̴̮͎̤̠̤l̵̖̫ͅl̡̫͇̞͈̤͇͈ ̟̦̣t̯̹̱ͅo̺̻ ̵b̘e̮̻͙͚̰̪͠ ̨̺d͓̞̜͔e͘s͕̫̩̩̳t̶͍͖̭͖̞ͅͅr̩̫̘̠̦̲o̬y̖͓͕ͅe̻̦̜͖͞d̡̻ ̼̙͕́şo̵̺͇̺ ̧̪ͅc͘o̪͚͍͚̱̜m̡̪p̻͓̥̥̙l̴̦̼͙̪̲e̴̮t̹̮̗̪e̷̖̮̪̼̬l̙̮̠̯̬̰̣͢y̦̘ ͕̞̩͉̪̤ͅI͓̬͉͚̗̱ ̛̫̱̩̬t҉̪̗̹͖͈̪h̰͙͡i̜͇̳̞͠n̡̖͎̱͈k͇̤͖ ͕̘̖̪̪͔̘w̼̣͚̻̱͇̺͡a̲̜͔͚̗̟̲s͏̥͖̹̱ ̼̰̪ạ͚͇̦͍̭ ͙̠̙͓̰͔b̗̩͇į͖̲t̪̲͚͇̹̩ ҉m͏̘̯̠̠̩u͏͓͉c͞h̼̻̯̣͡.̠̯͕̗̝̗ ̳͓̤̲̰T͖̣̭̟̘͢ͅh̹̰̥e̥̱̗ ̠̲̪D̩̣̫̠̠r̺͚̝̤̗ag̫̣̬̳̰̩͉͝o̜͖͇͇̺n̘ ҉̭͉̖m̯̯̞̞͠ͅi͉͓͖̱n̸̜̖͖̲̘̜͎d͎,̗͕ ̧̞̲n̺̱̭̻͙͚͈o̴͙̗̺̪̥̙ţ͎͖ͅ ̷t̢͎h̪̥e̗̺͔͎͇͠ ̲̤̰̱O͞r͎̳c̢.̢̲̘̺ ̝I̧͈̝’̦̗̣m̷̰̼̼̮̥͈̝ ͖̪̮͈̫g̹̞̭̖l̢͚̫͔͇̰̜̮a̛̻̻̻͎̹͍d͏͈͚͚̘̻ ̗̬͢h͡ḙ̥’̦̭͇̟̺̜̯̕s̬̩͉̙͈ ̙̞͟g͏͍o͜n҉̞̫ę̤.̧͇̣̞̙̳͈͓ ̼͍͘G̬i͈̟̺̤͕͚͕v̶̹̲͖̼̘͕e̟͓n͢ ̺ḥ͍o̩͚̜̪͚͖̮͞w̙͔͖̟̩͠ ̡̫͉̤̭t̛̘͔̱̣̪͎e̴̟r͏r̢̠i̠̱͇̖ͅf҉̞ị̣̫̙̺̹e̮d̡ ͉̫̖͇̭̻th̬̞͓̕e͎̙̝̤̗̙ͅ ̗̻̜̤t̷r̛̭̗͓̞̼̟e̩̕e̜̯͍̟̪̥͢ͅ ḷ̪o̩͎o͞k͓̩̙ḛ̟̗d̫ ̶̤̘̗̻͕w̗͉͎̣h̯̙̹e҉̖̘̮̦͉ṉ͖̳̩̰ ͕̙̱̻͞w̧̥͕̯̘̱ẹ̴̪̣ ̝̦t͓̣h̥͔o̗̟̞̦͖͎ṵ̠̦͉g͙͉̦͈̰͎̦h̞̠̭̼̙ṭ̩̜̹͚ ͏̩͍̪̳͎̦h̡͚e̦ ̡̰͔͉͎m̗̞ìg̛͔͕̠h̗̼͡t̢̼̻̰ ̢b͔̺͔̞͚̟̩͠ȩ̲ ̣̝̭b͏̪͈͈e̸h̴̠͓i͔͈̜͍ṉ͖̖̼d̶̜̙̺͇̺̦ ̷t̬̪̳̗͇h͕̜̯̥̣͕͡i͏̯s̳ ̳͕̕I͚͈̼͍’̻̭̺̠m̸͇͕͕̣̳ͅ ̛̝͍̬̲̦͍͎g͓͖̥͉͘l̗̫̼͍̺a̲͚͕̯̮̼d̨̳̜ ̺̤̩͎̗̬I҉͚̘ ͔n̹͎̤̱̙e͉͉̞͎͍v̨̼̻̙͔͈e͚̹̗r̪̙̰͍̝ ͓m̷ḛ̫̠̦̯̪ͅt̥͓̤̙̮͈͕ ̵͖͓̹hi͎͟m҉͇͖̣͚.̻̘̟̮͡ͅ
̹̼̜̝̣̜̝Ą̰̱̟̪f̭͡t͙͔͙e͓͞r̩ ͝a̞̦͚̤l͍͈̟͢l̥̹̯̞̱ ̸͈͈͙͇͙̼͕t̢h̰i̬s̡̫̠ ̺͎̻̥t͎̺̟̥͙͍h̸̘͎̰̮ou̯̭͘g͈̻̤̟͜h ̨̙̗͎̯o̡̳n͔̤̟ļ͇̥͖̪y̰̻̤͝ ̦̖͈͇̺͓ͅo̲̯̗͢n͎͓̟̠̘͖ͅe̸͓ ̳o͕̤͔̫̤̰f̰͙́ ̞̙̭̫͍͟t̲̞h͉̫̟̘͙ͅe̲͚̩s̩̣e͉̼͜ ͏p͈̟e̷̬o̰̖͖͙̤̪ͅp̨̦̪l̳͕̹̮e̘ ̦̪̟̝̟ͅh̩̹̤a҉̤̗̖̬̝s̱̥͓ ̡̮͖̖̹̥̗̺c̱̠̜̩̩a̧͉͍̥p͖̠t͍̫̝̬u͍͓r̖̩̗̭͙̮͞e̤͖d̲͕́ ͍̰̦̦̜̗m͏̺̮̦̜̰͈̯y͎ ̸i̡̗̤n̬̦t͔͜e̳͍̠͇͚r͎̦͍̤eͅs̺̳̖t̯̟̘̟,͇ͅ ̫̟̱̘̭̹͠Re͏̬͉̣͙y̲̦̯n̞͔a̢̭u͏͙̣̼̜l͝d̯̭̠͡.̖͓̭͇̺̣ ̪ͅI͚ ̢̟̣̱̻̘̰̰kn̤̗͍̙̳͔̮o͓̗̗͞w͍͈͈̲ ̗n͏̺̥̰̞̫o͕͎̹̼̱ͅt͕̜̠͈̹h̤̳̙̳̫͔͠ͅi̘͕̺̼̞n̞̦͙̥̺͍͕g̲̙̼͔̭̪ ̝̮o̷̟̼͈̘̩͎̲f̡̹͚̗ͅ ̡͍̹ͅt͞h̝͖̗̻e̶̗ ̶̲̖̤͈̦͚m̨̝a̛̩̙̘n̲̞̟̹̥͚͓.̗̤͓̠͖ ̼͈̲H̥̻̜̯e̪͇̖ i͖̱̖͇͇̬̗s̵͖͍͔̣̭͚̹ ͈̳͓̳͓͎͢ͅa̶̬̯͍̙̥̪̬l̗̻͖w͔̜̝a̺̦y̴̜̝͙̲s ̵̗͚̦̫̝̜i̵͓̼͉͕̪n̷̞̦͕̭͚͙ͅ ͚̮̜̥̜ͅt͍̩̹̯͡h̛͉̯̫a̶̭͓̮͉̥ṯ͉̘͍̣̲͠ ̶l̢̲̼̬̺i̢͙̰̬b̸͕̼͇̠r͏̪͚͈a̺̯͔͉̞̕ͅr̝̫̮̟͢ͅy ҉r̫̯̻̜͙̘e̦͚͚̻͜ͅs̢̯̰͓͚e̯͟a͕̙̯̬̟̤̩͝r̞̤̞c̡h̪i͡n̖̫̯̠ͅg̼͔̰̖̯ͅ ̸̫̯͍͈͎͉̥ş̹̻͇͇o͔͕̼͍̣̫̪m̼̹̞̯͖et̯̙̻͔̹̀h͏̳i̧̹̗͈̲̹̹̳n̸g͓͍͠ͅͅ.͓͇̯͕̝̗͇̀ ̤̞̭̲Ì͔̰͕̦̘’̧͔ĺ̺̝̗ḻ̻̯͎͓̲̞ ̴̫͓̼̦̲̝͓f̗̭i̹͙̦̗̫ǹ͈̳͚̱̩̹ͅd̨̗͉̠͕̣ ͙́o̙͔̩̻̗̻͔u̙̜̹͈̰t͓ ̠͇̰̼̯̱͙w̯̗̰̙͘h̹à͎t̘̫͞.̶ ̠̩͈̠̜͈I͎̦̘̺͉̹̣’̠͕l̵̬l̮̣̘͔̩ u̘͢sẹ̥̝͎ ̴t͕͔h̠̩͈̟̞̺e͔̘͠ ̫̼̘́e̴̘̩x̳͙͖͉ͅc̜̼̱u̮̦͎̫̫s̭̖̘̞̝̗̼e̻͈̺̭̭̹̗ ̺̹͕̹o̸̬f̰̮̙̺ͅ ҉̣̬̘̬͓t̖̘̺̗h̯̦e̳̣͚̰̞ ̤̘͘i̘̰n͞v̥̬̩̯̥̳͍e͚̬̺͖̳s͔̼̫̘̘̰͚͟t͏͕̪i̝͚̭̺̭̙g̨̥̥͈̝̪a̗t͎̬̥̰̞͠i̘̖̝̙̤͓̬o̡͖̖̲͇̬͚n̰̳̫̮͕̼͘ ̫͕̲̲̘͠i̵͙͈̹̜̼n̦̜͔̪͇͠t̥͙̲̬͎̩͞o̳̰̰̘̣͡ͅ ̖̲͍͓t̬̼͎͈̟̀h̪͎͓ḛ͚̮ ̼͘ṃ̞̼͓̺u̥͍̝̣̭r̻̣̤̳̦̞͎d͎̖̥̫̰e̟r̳̮͕̫̫ ̨̗͙̖̮̦͚a̛̯̹̗̯͈͚ṣ̞͓̗ͅ ͕̮̤a͖͢n̩̗̘ͅ ̠̥ḙ̹̞̀x͝c̻̫͞u̴s̛̯̞e̻̪̟̣̞͚̘ ̰t҉̟̬̘̝̗̰̘o҉̝̱̞͖̠ ̨͔̱̦̱͍̞i̛̮̰̫̲̝ͅn̸̝͚t͕̤̲͎̣͇er̳̩̦̰̯̳r̷̗̝̣͚̖̟ͅo҉̺̮̖͖̪̘g͔̯a҉̲̱̙̥̼t͔̟̪͉e͞ ̱͚͉̪̲̭̱h̭̙̤i̩̗̱͙̥̞̹m̫̹̦͈̞ ͍̮m̡o̡̰̗̘̗r͍̗͉̖̀e̢͉ ̨t̖̥̫̬͙̮̙h̺or̗̫ͅo̩̖͓u̟g͓̲̗̩ͅh̯̰̞l͍̻̟y͔̰͓̲̘̳.̬̪̳͇͈

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Well these people are… interesting to say the least. Their king dies and not 2 hours later they’re arguing over who should replace him. I understand these things are important but they don’t really have a kingdom. They have a town. One which they don’t really control anyway. But besides that I can’t decide which of the “candidates” I prefer. I mean Mr Resplendant is all well and good but he’s just that. Good. I fear he would get in my way at one point or annother and it doesn’t take a genius to realise I wouldn’t win that fight. Then there’s Reynauld. He I guess would be the best of a bad bunch. Somewhat competent and for whatever it’s worth was the confidant of the deceased king. Speaking of who the hell have they pissed off because that was a terrifyingly well done job. Not a speck of evidence other than some coal residue which would point to assassins in the most exorperant guild there is. These people have enemies in high places and I fear what will happen now that I have joined their ranks.
Having read through the journal of the succubus and Reynauld I can see that this group is excentric to say the least. Between starting as revlutionairres before betraying their leadership to the Kingdom only to then betray them for the Elves so that they could found their own kingdom. I can see that the Dragon was an issue but as Reynauld pointed out he was surprisingly managable once you knew how to push him. Although I suppose that was part of the problem, because the Orc knew that too. Quick to be driven into a rage that the others clearly were not equipped to restrain the Orc and that Dragon were a surprisingly volitile threat. Still to be destroyed so completely I think was a bit much. The Dragon mind, not the Orc. I’m glad he’s gone. Given how terrified the tree looked when we thought he might be behind this I’m glad I never met him.
After all this though only one of these people has captured my interest, Reynauld. I know nothing of the man. He is always in that library researching something. I’ll find out what. I’ll use the excuse of the investigation into the murder as an excuse to interrogate him more thoroughly.

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Reynauld's Journal - Entry 2
Goodbye Volernth

Things were not exactly going great before but there was potential with a little convincing we could actually create a stable state here. Vast expanses of land, ripe for exploitation. A state without woe or worry, a populace that wouldn’t know the starvation, poverty and suffering of the past. A weapon of great destruction, safely stowed. Of course it all had to fall apart and the situation is rapidly deteriorating and requires rapid mending lest all this infighting dissolve that which has so much potential. Even if the poor sods worship Adran they are just misguided, they don’t deserve the miseries that poverty brings.

After our foray in which the Orc was dispatched and riches of a purple worm claimed (my fellow councillors actually attempted to converse with the worm! Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one trying to make this work, most of the time I feel like I’m the only one trying to make this work.) we returned to the standard day to day work of running the state (or rather I sat in the library doing research because my job leaves me with little to do). Volernth approached me one day to quickly mention he was invited to a private audience with representatives from the Elven King, bearing gifts. I personally didn’t like the idea of him going off on a private meeting mainly because he was not the most restrained of beings and I wouldn’t be there to clean up any mistakes and stop him from doing something stupid. Also I’m the Grand Diplomat, I should really be clued in with these things! Furthermore whilst he is was a dragon, it’s not becoming of a king to rip apart all threats with such violence, he should have “bodyguards” to deal with things in a more… noble way. However not long after I received a magical message, obviously strained and oddly desperate from him stating that he’d been assassinated by Adran.

Not even ashes remained, only his equipment. I assembled the council and informed them of what had happened. None of them seemed terribly concerned or upset perhaps maybe the Tree. Given our state could rapidly deteriorate without rulership and considerable Adran influence over the populace I moved to considering who should inherit due to the lack of heirs. Stupid, hasty move made me look right suspicious but considering I’m almost certainly not the one behind it I’m not too concerned. All bar the priest nominated themselves, although the Tree eventually pulled out. Given the possibility that a traitor may inherit I couldn’t sit idly by so I too nominated myself. Given the impasse it seemed sensible to inform the Elven King and defer to his judgement. He is considering it currently (eager to continue development of tax revenue no doubt, can’t blame him really) and has assigned an inquisitor to investigate the matter. A suspicious fellow himself, an inquisitor of Cayden Cailean? I suppose it’s not impossible, but where it not for him being assigned to the investigation I would be certainly pressing him on that. However he’s conducted the investigation well enough so far, admirably so considering he isn’t a professional investigator and the assassin leaving almost no physical evidence. Apparently our killer is an assassin of exceptional skill, rumoured to be equipped in strange technology, some of which is reputed to be Illithid in origin.

Although the assassin is of little concern, merely a tool. What is far more important is who is responsible for agitating for Volernth’s death on the council, as I am certain someone has. Given the evidence so far there is no real reason for Adran to call for the assassination, doubly so considering the sword was stolen away from us a week before his murder (such cunning, wonder if I’ll ever get one up on that sly bastard). Currently for me no one is beyond suspicion, although my prime suspect by far is the succubus. Shade seems unlikely as he has only focus for his religion and not much else and Glorious Resplendent would simply challenge Volernth to a duel and slaughter him.

For everyone else it seems I’m a prime suspect, bearer of the message, viewed as a manipulator and a puppet master. Even when I offer myself completely deprived of magical aids they fear to ask questions of me. I hadn’t even considered I struck such fear into my colleagues.

Despite the unfortunate fact that becoming King would make me a target and take me from the comfort of the back line I fear that I may be the only one capable of creating the kingdom it is supposed to be, free from the evils of poverty and immense toil. Gods help us all, what a mess.

Oh, one final thing. It’s rude to rummage through others belongings and read their personal journals, Rathal but don’t worry I’ll pray to Cayden Cailean to forgive you for your trespasses.

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Sciutos Diary 2
Dead dragons and investigations

So the dragon got assassinated. That’s a shame. I think it was his old advisor, he was the only one to get this message and I never trusted him anyway, I bet he killed him in an attempt to frame me. He is creepy too, and jumped at the idea of taking the dragons place on the throne.

I asked the queen and she doesn’t know of why Adran would have had him assassinated, he was reluctant to admit that it was even him.

This investigator had sneaked into my room to investigate me and the queen was there already – apparently it was very awkward and the whole thing has definitely outted me…

I have offered to step up and take the dragons place, assuming that weirdo doesn’t try to assassinate me too… After all, I was the one that originally asked the group if we could try to create a settlement for the expansion of my business. It has become more than that, but I think I’m the most sane person, and most likely to do what’s best for the people instead of striving for power….

I shouldn’t really write a diary if people are reading my crap, but at least I have nothing to hide….

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Reynauld's Journal - Entry 3
Paranoia

Decoded Excerpt:

Destroyed old journal. Destroyed research notes. Will hide this one when done. Research notes not required, mask will retain information for me but still unfortunate loss. Inquisitor tortured me today, most dangerously did not even concern assassination of king. Interest in research fields. Received crossbow bolt to knee and awful poison. Survived relatively unscathed, final goal of research successfully hidden. Made up story about compulsion magic, appeal to paranoia. Despite this, can’t help but feel connection to inquisitor. Told me his reasoning, his past. While clear omissions did not press. Too similar to my own past, one bad day from becoming him. Had to give up much of past to conceal research but acceptable loss. Research hit difficulties, will pursue other avenues before returning. Bid for king failed, succubus now queen or “president” as position is called now. Somewhat disappointed, will have to help in spare time now. Have much of it considering current position. Obvious corruption in display with dragon. Dragons don’t just give up claims, suspect large amounts of gold involved. Concern at proposed state monopolies, unsurprised at both business owners jumping at opportunity. Continued lack of trust in fellow councillors except ironically my torturer. New councillor, ratfolk investigator. Apparent detective from human kingdom. Examined papers, if forgeries they are exceptional. Mild concern natural inquisitive nature will turn up past. In tandem with possibility of recognising past self due to their previous professional capacity will tread with caution. Perhaps investigation of my own required for contingency plan.

Acquired group of tengu for kingdom. Mostly drunks and gamblers. Good company, not sure of practical use. Glad to have someone to gamble with, good to have hobbies other than research and intrigue. Cleared out monster nest and noted position of isolationist sea giant. Harmless for now but concern for development of nearby area. Will solve issue when it arises. Will suggest investigation into how and why exactly this plane is here. Should be impossible after cataclysm. Perhaps most important event currently, discovery of mechanics behind this extremely useful. Will recommend to council.

While hidden and encoded current journal still not safe enough. At next opportunity will buy books of letters to replace damaged book and a cypher book. Two levels of code make decryption much more difficult. Nothing terribly damning in journal but fellow councillors dangerous, best not take unnecessary risks. On other hand paranoia not terribly healthy or stable and discovery risks further suspicion. Acceptable loss.

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