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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.


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