Certainly! Here's the same **GM post** rewritten using **BBCode formatting** suitable for forums like Myth-Weavers, Giant in the Playground, or similar play-by-post environments.   ---   Location: Forest clearing near Tsukimi Crossing Time: Late night — a thin mist curling near the ground   The fire is small.   Just enough to keep the chill away. Just enough to give the little one warmth against Maki’s side as she sleeps, her leg swaddled in what clean cloth could be spared. The rest of the group sits—or stands—in hushed contemplation. Words come only in fragments now, if at all.   Then—   *Snap.*   A twig breaks somewhere nearby.   The sound is sharp, brittle, very close. The stillness of the night stretches taut.   Another step. Slower. Hesitant.   Then a voice—a young man’s voice, thin and wobbling at the edges, just audible from the brush:   [indent][color=gray]“A-Ah—! S-sumimasen—! Please don’t panic! I—I’m not… I mean, I mean no harm!”[/color][/indent]   A figure stumbles into the edge of your firelight, nearly tripping on an exposed root. He is young, maybe sixteen—seventeen at most. His head is shaven, though patchy in places, like the shave was rushed. His robes are simple—brown and sun-worn—and far too large for his slight frame. A battered staff is clutched in both hands so tightly his knuckles are white.   He’s trembling.   Large, owlish eyes dart around the camp—lingering on the weapons, on the scent of ash still clinging to your clothes, and finally, on Mayu, whose injured leg is faintly visible beneath the cloth wrappings.   [indent][color=gray]“I-I saw the smoke… from the ridge above the northern path. I—I thought it might be a forest fire. But then… then I saw…”[/color][/indent]   His throat tightens. The sentence doesn’t finish.   He bows quickly—too quickly—and almost topples forward with the motion.   [indent][color=gray]“I am only a novice. Just… j-just traveling between shrines on my master’s path. I don’t know much! I—I shouldn’t be here, but… but I saw the embers. The ruin. I…”[/color][/indent]   He bites his lower lip. His voice goes smaller.   [indent][color=gray]“…I didn’t know where else to go.”[/color][/indent]   He stands, sheepishly clutching the staff, eyes flicking between your faces with rabbit-like nerves.   [indent][color=gray]“…May I… may I sit with you?”[/color][/indent]   ---   What do you do?   ---   Let me know if you’d like to format responses, stat blocks, or rolls in BBCode too!