If Vicar Esta was the sort to have his life narrated with a voiceover, the start of his no good, very bad day might begin with, "So there I was, sitting in my office, when I got a surprise report about some trouble that one of my most promising, intelligent, and, let's be frank here, nubile assets had gotten herself into..."
a day at the Worldwound goes from bad to much much worse
But what do such tiny, tiny details matter in the greater cosmic scheme of things?
Just roll a Will save, Esta.
Y̷̰͇͒̍͋͑͒̊̀͒́͋̒͐ò̸̡̙̖̻̱̺̹̹̦̝̲̠̹̑̽̑̃̃͊̿̅̉̕͝͝g̸̥̻̺̰̘̖̟̯̹̥͓̟̓̋͒̈́̈́̀͛̑̒̀̀̋͜͝ͅ-̶͚̼̌̈́̐̊̌̃̅̌̇͗͑́̈́Ŝ̶͍͎̮͖̠͖̹̔̆̄̒́̓̋͊̐o̴͎͆̇͑͑̾̂̈́̈́͂̓̈t̴̨͕̱͇̟̬̖̯̩͉̫̟̒̑̀͂̀̃͆̓̀͊͐̎ẖ̸̺̦̺̯̜͆̐o̶̱̺̘̗͕̰͓̽̎͘͠t̵͍͓̣̣͙̺͇̝̉͒̚h̵̩̓̊̎̒̏́͐̆̐͋̈́͐̈͝ ̷̝̐̐̋s̴̨̧̢̛̱̗̤̈́̒̇̊̔͂̐̔͒̃̕̚ͅa̸͍̣̅̅̏̕y̴̨̦̪̱̹͓͕͋̀̐̇̈́̌̃̔̈́͛̕s̸̡͖̩̙͒ ̷̙̎̔̾̍͒h̶͕͍̪͔̉̀̿͌́̒͑̄̐i̵͕̦̻͉̰̭̲̎̃,̴̛̮̀ ̶̞̙̲̮͈̬̰͍̲͍͕̩̙̗́͛̃͂̋͊̅̓͠Ẽ̵̢̖̥̰̬͔͙̲̗̝̝̱̹̩͋͐̀̆̉͊̈́̓̀͋̏̀̾͘ͅs̸̨̧̗̭̖͕̺͔̤̑t̴̛̰̖̖̳̦͍̙͉̀͐̒́͊̂̆̒̃̀͋̿̆̕ͅặ̵̛̛̖̲̠̼̲̻̖̦̙̽̓͆̒͌͆͋̎͆͝ͅ.̵̧̛̞͚̘̙͇͕̦̝͈͖͔̼̆̅̏̀̀̾̓͛̌̕̕͠
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