Post by Nocturna on Apr 14, 2017 1:43:10 GMT
Name: 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖉𝖆, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉-𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖙
Age: Thousands of Years old
Race: Inquisitor
Appearance: i.imgur.com/gFnv4Xs.png
𝑺𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅, 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆? 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 '𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅', 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕?! 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇, 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 , 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 , 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒐𝒇𝒇-𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒄, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚, "𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!" 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆?! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 ,𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 '𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚', 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.
Age: Thousands of Years old
Race: Inquisitor
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"𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓪, 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓸𝓯, 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮, 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓜𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂, 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓯-𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓼. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓲𝔁 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓱𝓲𝓶.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓽.
𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮."
𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮."
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𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒆𝒍 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑺𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅, 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆? 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 '𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅', 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕?! 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇, 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 , 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 , 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒐𝒇𝒇-𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒄, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚, "𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!" 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆?! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 ,𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 '𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚', 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.
Abilities: 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔.
Malacoda is a Dark Inscriber, though rarely seen, he is able to create, inscribe and enchant objects that he desires, these Runes include but are not limited to:
---𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓---
A Negation rune, designed for one-time use against Physical Attacks or powerful spells. Used when Prisoners get difficult.
---𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊---
An empowering rune designed to increase the spell power or strength of a Demon who holds the object inscribed with the rune. If a Non-Demon uses this item they will gain the benefits but will have their own life force drained from them. Used to support the Demons in executions.
---𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌---
An Empowering Rune designed to amplify Necromantic magic. Causes Decay to living beings around the object inscribed. Used during Experimentation and when using Necromancy.
--- 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙---
A trigger Rune designed to activate when a Non-Demon is nearby, the Rune will detonate releasing a pre-made Plague spell that the rune stores. Used when a Prisoner somehow escapes.
---𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊---
A passive rune designed to weaken the will of the user, the user will become weak to Mind spells such as Mind Sear and Mind Dominance.
Used to reveal the secrets that a Prisoner keeps hidden.
Weaknesses:
𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔.Personality: Malacoda is cold and calculating, knowing secrets and information on thousands of civilisations and forms of magic, his resentment for lesser beings stem from his near insanity and his pacts with greater beings, this gives him a delusion of Grandeur and that he is so far above Mortal Beings and the lesser beings that he shouldn't even touch him. The idea of resistance from the Burning Legion is alien and those who believe it are insects that will either be bent to the Legions will or will be crushed all the same.
Player Name: Malacoda
Roleplay Logs: N/A
Reason: An Inquisitor has always seemed appealing, the torment of others leading to your own gain while having the protection of being an inquisitor is always appealing and the Burning Legions 'loose' treatment of it's victims makes being a inquisitor a enjoyable character to RP as, the benefits of a Greater Demon supports my Role Play significantly and may often malevolent characters only seem threatening when playing in a role of power, a Lesser Demon or a Fel-Sworn wouldn't seem as Malevolent as a Greater Demon and so for higher-Quality Roleplay I chose to be an Inquisitor. I feel I could better roleplay an Inquisitor then most other Demons, I believe too that they currently have very little viewing and often shown to be there just to be killed off by the Heroes, I feel I want to do the Race some justice besides being Legion Fodder, I doubt many will choose this race due to it's lacking lore and it's representation within Legion, so I want to be one of the few we can be the Inquisitor of Nightmares and still seem like a Demon and not fodder.
Story Arcs: I desire my character to move forwards to a secretive agent, one who's purpose to turn the world against itself and rip the secrets out of powerful people to benefit himself and the Burning Legion, making Dark Pacts and malefic Sacrifices to Dark Beings for greater Power.