#pane

[legally-i-am-death]

Zaslechnuto na univerzitě:

"-a udělali z něj nějakého drogového dealera, což on jednoznačně byl, ale-"

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[vessel-wysp]

*A shade approaches Wysp rapidly. Its arms were outstretched as it raced towards her.*

"SIIBBBBBAAA WWYYYYYYSSSSSSPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *The Shade- no... Pane-!?*

"SIBA SIBA SIIIBBBBAAA!!!!!!!!!!!" *Pane collides with Wysp, hugging her tightly, instantly beginning to purr loudly*

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*Wysp startles at the sight of a black blur speeding towards her, then makes a small squeak when Pane hugs her. For a moment, she stands there, processing, then she looks down at the little shade, and tears form in her eyes. She wraps her arms around them, hugging tightly, and much like she's been doing a lot lately, she begins to cry very heavily, making little odd squeaks in the place of sobs. She struggles to make sound, and the sound she makes is closer to feedback filled static than words, but it's audible.*

"̸̡́P̴̦̏́a̷̫͒͌͑n̴̜̉e̶̯͗̏,̵͖̈̈́̌ ̴̳̮̰̈́̐̇P̶̛͈̙͍͛a̷̬͐̌͐n̴͚̅̿̿e̸͙͎͐̊̈́ ̷͈̙̺̍P̴̛̏͒͜ả̸̧̲͕̎̆n̵̩͈̋̀ͅe̶̪̘͝ ̸̺̦͂͜P̴̧̦͂a̸̦̭͙͒͒̕n̶̞̲̭͌̑͐ẹ̴̯͙́ ̸͉̂y̷̢͙͂ŏ̵̞̘̯ǘ̵̳̈͜'̵͚͋͌r̵͙͆͌̆e̴̺̳̿ ̸͍̅͘h̴̻̊́ę̵͍̠̋̌͠ŕ̶̻͝e̷̥͎͂̂̕.̸̺͍̔̈.̷̡̱̜̐.̸͉͍̊ ̶̱̞͝P̶͓̗͈̀ĺ̸̜e̴̦͎̖͊a̵̻̝̭̐͋̇ş̸̞̀̆e̷̟̟̒ ̵̧̛̣̳̂̅s̴̨͍͚̑̏ȁ̶̖̩͋y̶̘̤̒ ̴̨͊y̵̘̱͝ǫ̴̮̝̾̕ů̷̜͗͘'̸̞̼̮̓͒̿r̵̩̲̝̃ë̶̪̳̺́́̕ ̷͙̲͛̂́ḧ̷͉̙̯́e̶̡̹̋ŗ̴̣̥̇ế̴̬̬͝,̵͚͋̿͠ ̷̻̇͜I̷̦͒ ̷̩͕͆͐̈́ͅd̶̮̻̗̂ö̴͓̣̟́̄ń̵̤̼̈̉'̷̼͊t̷̙͂̚ ̸̟̫͛ẇ̷͙͎͍̅̏a̵͎͆̚n̴̹̦̰̆͠t̴̗͊͐ ̵̙̮̠͌̐̽ṭ̷̗̔̌͌o̸̖͕̊͆͌ͅ ̴̖͑͠b̸̝̾̇̚è̸̼ ̷͉̘̮̕ą̶̣̿́s̵̤͊̂l̴̳͔̖̔ȇ̴̲ḛ̵̜̽̅p̶̣̱͒͋̉.̴̖͕̆.̵͉͙̋.̷̞̩̪͌̾ ̴͓̀I̷̡̹͎̅'̷͇̩̠͑̽̆m̶̩̃͊͐ ̶͙̈́̇ŝ̶̘̝̓ö̷͎́ ̴̪͍̀̀̀s̶͇̬͆̕͜o̵͍̥͖̓r̵̘̀͒r̵͚̯̳͛y̶͚͈͉̋,̷̻̮͒ ̸̗̺̙̃̊Ȉ̴͎̰̻ ̴̲̻͆͆s̸̰̾͠ḧ̷̗̞̥́o̶͖̦̿u̴͉̳̽̆l̸̘̆̔ͅd̴͔͝'̷͉̾͗̌v̸͉͌̓é̶̤͒͝ ̴͚͉̦́̓b̴̪̜̓̍e̵̖̓͑͝e̵͕͋n̶̥̮͊ ̴̲̙̅̃͜h̶̖̝͗̆͜e̶̜̎̈ř̷̙̽̀͜e̴̱͕͘,̷̡̯͌̆̊ ̴̨͙̖̆̉Î̵̺͉͘ ̸̥̣̂w̸̠̏̚a̷̢̗̓̓͌ṡ̵̢͔̄ ̶̩͙͑̌s̷̤͂ǘ̷͚̺p̴̰͗̊͝p̸̰̱͠ŏ̵̙͈̯̀̚ś̴͈̰̲e̵̻̲̎̿̕d̴̗̱̂̋ ̸͉̏̏̍t̶̰̪̅̕͝ö̸͈̙́̀̎ ̶͇̚p̶̢̼̀̉r̵̢͚͔̀o̵̧̼̜̓ṫ̸̪̼̠e̸͕͈͐c̶̹̅̈́̍ͅt̴̪̍ ̸̧̮̿ỹ̶̥̥̏ö̶̜̩͔́ũ̶͇͔ͅ.̶̲͊̀.̶̢̖̥́̔.̵̫̖͔̈́͛"̷̛̲̌

[the-blackwyrm]

PANE?

PANE WHERE ARE YOU?

poor child...

@echothevessel

[father-of-the-flame-official]

I, FATHER OF THE FLAME, have a grand anouncement, so hear all especially you @crust-king-khann-official . The Family of the flame will not interfere directly in your conquest as THE FLAME sees death as simply a return to dust and ashes that it spread.

But beware if you dare lay, but a singular claw on one of my children, then my wrath will know no bound, I will not stop until you and all your kingdom is nothing but a scorched landscape even more void of water than when you lost your river

And this is also include our new recruits:

@third-sentinel @echothevessel

[the-weaver-apate]

*A little vessel ran up to them, they seemed a little bit scared but otherwise was brave enough to talk to Apate.* “H-have you um…sen mah sibling?”

*Apate notices the little bug standing behind her and twists her head around 180 degrees, gazing upon the unknown bug*

Ah, we assume you are a child, yet we know not of what you are specifically.

If you could tell us what kind of bug you are that would help in telling you anything I may know about your sibling

[recherchestetique]

In an era when hygiene rules were more relaxed, the street bread vendors of the 60s and 70s in France represented a lost charm, embodying a time of freedom and authenticity in bread. This nostalgic image of wandering bakers is a stark contrast to today's regulated standards, reminding us of a simpler, more carefree period.