Fonts playground
Just some fonts with nice “feels” to them. Note this page pulls in external resources from Google Fonts servers, which not everyone likes.
Nunito
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Caveat
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Lobster Two
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Philosopher
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Tenor Sans
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Cuprum
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Faculty Glyphic
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Aclonica
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Averia Libre
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Marmelad
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Yusei Magic
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.
Gabriela
In the mist-shrouded valleys beneath the ancient peaks of Eldermount, where silver-leafed trees whispered tales of ages past to any who would listen, the noble house of Brightmantle had long kept their sacred vigil over the enchanted pools of Moonweave. Their halls, hewn from living stone by craftsmen whose names had faded into legend, echoed with the footsteps of countless generations who had walked those hallowed corridors before, each adding their own thread to the tapestry of time that draped these venerable walls.