[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]DAY 1[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]STEELWATER [RD-PRS][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]After Noon[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [@DeadDrop] [@Rockette] [@Prisk] [@Salsa Verde] [/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5383346][img]https://i.imgur.com/ERw7t7l.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote][color=gray]


𝙾𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚣𝚎𝚍-𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙶-𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 '𝙰𝚖𝚢' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙶-𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱-𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 - 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚍-𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.


[color=a187be]"𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝙳𝚞𝚍𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜."

"𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚌."[/color]

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.



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[color=99945e][b]Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]𝚉𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 = 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙶 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝[/color]
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