Ẃ̸̨̟͉̣̹̯̝̒̃̊͠Í̷͔̞̄̂̓͠Z̴̨̥͚̝̍̚͜Ž̶̢̛̙̰̩̱̤͑͝͠͝Ä̸̺̜̮̙̙͔̯́̔̊͆͆̓Á̴̞̣̟̥͕̹̬̼́̀̊͜R̶̘̹̍͊̇͑̀̒̏̎̚͝D̷̬͙̦͕̥̤͕̄̑̂̃̅..... Wizard, do you hear me?

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Oh, how fortunate you are! To hear MY voice, echoing within the confines of your feeble mind. Fear not, for you are not slipping into madness. I, the keeper of El Dorado, am simply extending a most exquisite opportunity—a gamble, if you will—one that no mere mortal would or should dare to ignore.

I propose a venture. A trade. The wager: The physical essence that is you, in exchange for a chance at collecting riches beyond the knowledge of your fleeting existence. The treasures of El Dorado—my El Dorado—await, my dear wizard.

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Your silence, though most eloquent, begs for explanation..

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Very well then! Allow me to elaborate.

You are, I am certain, aware of the legend of El Dorado. The true El Dorado, of course.

Not the pathetic imitation spun by the feeble minds of mortal men, a pale replica borne of their ignorant delusions. The real El Dorado, my El Dorado, a city of untold wealth and power, forged not by the gods but by forces far beyond their feeble grasp.

The mortals who parrot such nonsense are nothing. How amusing it is to watch them, as they fumble for a fraction of the glory I alone possess. These so-called warriors and wizards who claim to know its secrets are nothing more than pretenders. Pathetic, really.

The true El Dorado is mine, as is its wealth. The very essence of power and riches that others futilely seek.

But you... You have the distinct privilege of being the one to hear my words. I extend an invitation. An opportunity few can claim.

The Sand itself shall be your guide—listen to the whispers of the granulate as it is thrown about by the wind. They will speak of a city that thrives where none should, blooming in the midst of barren desolation. It is a land of luxury, lush and lavish, defying all expectation. It exists in a realm that has no right to be so... refined.

Now, you may attempt to seek guidance from others against my will, and though futile, that is acceptable. But be warned: The so-called “green-wizards” who fancy themselves stewards of nature’s secrets will find their logic utterly confounded by the very existence of El Dorado. Do not waste your time with them.

As for the over-enthusiastic “red-hats,” they will no doubt come running after shooing your visions of grandeur as here-say, drawn by tales of wealth, only to fail spectacularly in their greed-fueled quests. They are amusing to watch, truly.

And while the yellow-hatted may entertain the opportunity for adventure, their obnoxious belligerence tends to get the better of them. Potentially pawns for your journey at hand, if anything..

In your search, you may also encounter false prophets—charlatans who claim to have seen visions of El Dorado. Do not be deceived. To believe such folly is to sign one’s own death warrant. Many have fallen into that trap, unable to resist the allure of an easy reward.

These foolish, narcissistic, and ignorant mortals... how their failures entertain me.

U̶͈͕̣̱̹̦̹̯̼̾̅̎͂S̶̛̛͕̘̮̺̹͚͓̟̎Ḛ̴̡̦̖͕̜̗̜̱̘̌͗̔̈́̏̕L̸̡̛̯̘͓̥͍̽̎͝Ȩ̸̺̤̥̲̼̒̂̍̈́̓͜͠S̶̛͍̙̝̽̽͐̂̉͆́͝S̷̻͔̻̣̣͖̱̣̄̿̉̓͑̽́̏͘ͅͅ ̸̢̖̖̭̤̜̄̈́̋̋̒̔ͅͅP̵̜̫̲̩̭̋͌̈́͜͝ͅÉ̸̡̛͈̫̟̒̂͋̚͘̕Ǻ̷̫̪̗̞̻̰͛̿͘S̴͙͉̊͑̿A̴̰̪̥͕̱̺͒͊̇̿N̶̢̘͈̥̻̲̰̈́̈̓̀͒̓̈́͂͐T̴̢̛͔̲̦͖͉͕̣̰͒͑̑̓̓̆̌͝͝ ̶̛̛̪͋̽͗̾̍̀͘P̷̨̲̞̤̺̼̥̯̼̱̍̒̉̑̌̿͘̚͝L̴̨̘̯͇̠̜͇̓̑̔̇͌̎̅̀͌É̷̞̆̔͘B̸̡̡̛̭̦̳̎̂̿̔̏̚͝I̶̠̻̪̤͇͚͇̯̫̗͋͒͑̔͂̿͌͛̚Ä̵̬̝̝͚͕̼̒͒̂̆̅N̷͚͍̰̞̓̾ͅS̴̙̱͑͑́ ̶̢̜̖̬̯̼̰̱̞̩͂̐͠W̷̨͓͌̍̃̽̊̀Í̴̧̥̺̳̳̬̓̋̃̉̃̚͜͠͠T̵̖̣͖̄̋̆͐̄Ḣ̴͎͉̠̙̻̠̉͒̅́͠ ̷̢̭̈́̈͝Ņ̶͕̙̠͎̟̹̈́̄̔̉O̸̧̢̖͍̻̙͉̳͐͌̎͊̕͘ ̷̢̙͈͎̞̹͖̯̌̀̄̄̀̆̕͜P̷̨̨̳̥̘͎̝̼̹͛̃͂͂Ȗ̵̹̭̖̜̭̗͓͑̂̄̀̒̕Ř̶͚͍̙͉̞͇̯͙͜ͅP̶̪̫͉̯͙̂͝Ơ̴͉͈̥͈̬͇͉͂̉́͋̃͜S̶̛̰̘̥̊Ę̵͎̳̜̞̙̩̐̍̕̚

ahem I do tend to get carried away when discussing the parasites who attempt to infest the land of El Dorado, those who foolishly think they can claim its riches without my invitation or by taking shortcuts.

Now, back to business. El Dorado—the true El Dorado—holds treasures beyond your wildest dreams. But let us be clear:

Entering this sacred land is no simple feat. It is a challenge reserved for those few with the audacity to dance on the precipice of moral ambiguity, who possess the courage to face the dangers that guard its treasures. It is only such individuals who are worthy of the opportunity I now present to you my friend. The select few are the ones I deem worthy enough of my time.

Allow me to lay the terms before you, so you understand fully the nature of this arrangement.

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I. If the mortal manages to reach the gates of El Dorado, they will no longer be subject to the laws of mortality. They will be held responsible for staking the very essence of their soul in exchange for the immense riches that lie beyond.

Ia. To put it plainly, The mortal's true body will remain behind at the gate, while their non-corporeal form will be allowed to pass through. Once the mortals soul is separated from their body, the bargain will be irrevocable.

II. The mortal will be given a physical form that mirrors their mortal body while they remain in El Dorado.

III. The mortal will then have exactly two full days to collect all they can.

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Is this not a f̴͙͙̘̝̌̇̐͂̚â̵̬̞̊̓́̂͘į̵̨̡͉̤̗͚̪̗̭̀͋̈̓̋ṟ̶̞̦̠̠̬͚̬̣̒͂͒̇ proposition?

Though, I must remind you—this is not some frivolous endeavor. No gamble is complete without risks to both parties involved. Remember, my dear wizard, with great riches comes an equal measure of peril.

But I digress . .

. . .

Finally, allow me to introduce myself properly. Few know me by the name: The Dapper Goat.

Others, less eloquent in their ignorance, call me: The Dorado Devil.

And recently, I have been known as: Cabra de Desierto Verde.

Ah, how mortals do love to assign me titles. So amusing.

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But you, dear wizard, should consider yourself most fortunate to have received this invitation. You shall know me by the name bestowed upon me by hatred and greed itself: I am...

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝔼𝕝 𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠

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Will you accept the call? Do you dare take on this challenge of wealth and prosperity? You shall find your opportunity only once every few moons, and time waits for no one.

You need only seek the wizards’ capitals. My agents—husked, yet most capable—will soon find you and provide your first clue.

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D̵͕̈̃̀̍̾̓̑̓̎o̵̢̪̳͒̈́̔̋̆͌͆̓̚̚ņ̸̗̘̻̏̆̽̿'̴͖̫̙̺̾̃̏̅͜ͅṯ̸̡̱̠͉̭̮̟͍̾̾̅̿ ̴̹͐̂̓̂̿̓̈́̕d̶̡̜͔̯̫̳͈̦͗̐͊̄̎̊͐̀̌ơ̴̼̮͍̳̙͈̏̒̂́͋́͜͝ ̷̨̛͖͓͇͉͒̈́͆͑̃͠i̷̡̘̻̤̯̤̱͛͂͆̈́̆ͅͅt̶͉͎͔̖̝͍́̍͗̔̓͐̈́̈!̴̡̺̺͚͔͙̣̈́̓̆̃̀̍͘!̶̰̰̰͕͒ ̴͇͈̬̬̙̱͍̩̲̊̄̓́̃ ̷̨̡̫͖͈̻̙̯̳̞̀ ̶̗̬͔͚͚̂̿T̶̝͔̰̙͕̙͎̻̩̲̿̂͑͗Ḥ̶̗̟̘͖́͗Ę̸̤̗̘̖̮̣̆̃̀́̅̑̔͝͝ ̷͉͖̖̳̲̣̗̬̤́̔͑̒́͝Ḡ̷̳͚͉̭͐̔͛O̶͈̙͉̍̾̕ͅͅĄ̷̻͚̠̄͗̀̒̃͌̄͐̈́̕T̴̡͇͔͉̋̉̀̓̀͝ ̷̐...

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.. You may have heard an odd whisper there, which reminds me ..

Ignore the voices of the ones who lost this bet—they never stood the chance that the mortals of your prowess do.

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B̸͖̦̀̓́̅̋̅̔̚̚͜Ĕ̸̛̗̲̫̗̜̻̭͙̱̃̈͊̚͠S̴̡͓̙̳̙̞̓T̵̨͔͆̉̂̉̇̅̊͝ ̸̡̛̞̣̩̖̬̝̱̞̺̈́̎́̊̀̓̿͘Ò̶̠̘̠̆̄͆̈F̶̧̤͚̫̥͖̏̈́̎͂͝ ̴̢̧̛̠͚̖̠̭͉͕̯͑̍̈́̆̈́̀̀͘L̶̢͈̮̮̙̠̺͓̒̎̿͝U̷͚̬̞̟̲̜̜͊̌͠C̴̝͍͉̞͙͙̣̟̟͐̓̉̾͗͗̅͝K̵̛̝̞̥̞̬̪̰̜̹͎͐̄́̀ ̴͎̭̘̰͔͔̱̺́͑M̴̢̫͙̗̏̆̃͋̋̿̈́͑̕͝Ọ̵̧̺̠̤̣̼͙̱̓̓R̸̨̗̦̤̫̾́͊T̴̘͔̭̬̬̗̬̻̈́̄̾̔̿͐̎̚͠Ą̵̼̤̳͑̉̏L̴̳̭̃́͗̾͋̄

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