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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 10:37:59 GMT -8
Far from civilization packs of animals migrated across the infinite desert sands searching for water. The mid-day sun above them baked the air as they wandered in heards numbering in the hundreds. The wildebeast slowed to a crawl, as if sensing odd changes in the air current. Suddenly the sands below began to shift and quake. The wildebeasts panicked, stampeding away from the tremors but it was too late. From the ground a massive wall of brown scales leaped upwards, swallowing dozens of the insignificant creatures and blotting out the sun with its jumping arc. It's acre-sized, three-pronged maw remained opening during the movement, thousands of pounds of sand pouring out as it was replaced with the bodies of screaming wildebeasts. For a long minute its massive body funneled through the air back into the ground, leaving the heard nearly depleted of members and shaken to the core. The tremors slowly stopped as the shifting sands returned to normal.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 21, 2016 12:38:33 GMT -8
Circumventing Goraia's other borders for his secrecy in the upcoming war, Anatolius was riding rather pleasantly through the Sorala desert on his blessed horse, nearly as armoured as he was. He was un-phased by the great sun, despite having an extremely pale complexion that did not seem to get burned no matter the concentration of the sun upon him. He dismounted and stood observing the thing, knee-deep in sand from his weight. He grunted, knowing that such a threat to the people could make his plans go very wrong. He sighed, and removed a golden (not mere brass!) telescope and extended it to view the scene. Whatever this creature was, it was dangerous. He realised that so deep in the sand he could very well be it's next meal, and quickly hopped once more on his horse which trotted off at high speed. He made sure to zig-zag to help evade the potential maw that may come for him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 12:48:53 GMT -8
Anatolius would notice behind them sands began to shift, moving in a straight line behind his serpentine maneuvers. It was capable of keeping its pace with his horse, regardless of how fast it went. The creature slowly swam above the surface of the sand, giving Anatolius a chance to see inside the half-uncovered mouth. Rows of thousands of teeth lined the walls as expected, but what was surely unexpected was the pair of glowing blue eyes from inside staring back, both larger than a human. The rest was cast in shadow.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 21, 2016 15:19:06 GMT -8
The man looked back, his movement somewhat limited by his massive suit of armour. Still, he could see what he would rather not. With a grunt he let his horse turn, and jump higher than any normal horse should and trot along the back of the giant beast, and then hop off of it's side, hoping that due to it's size it would not be able to redirect so fast.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 15:29:40 GMT -8
The creature didn't redirect or stop its movement as his horse leaped the distance of a three-story building onto its back. Its skin felt like stone as the hooves of the horse clacked against it. Almost as soon as the horse was out of sight of the worm, it dove back into the ground and burrowed beneath the sand.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 21, 2016 16:19:10 GMT -8
The man grunted once more, riding further on. He began to charge his magic receiving his first charge as he rode, looking left and right his head an inhuman blur as he covered all angles of sight for signs of movement. Just in case, he drew his blessed sword. He knew it would be of little use against something so big, but at least he could give it a nice case of indigestion.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 16:35:36 GMT -8
The rumblings below grew fainter as the creature seemingly left the area before growing in strength again. From all around him, in a massive circle the size of a football field, sand began to shift to the side as massive brown walls rose from the ground and coiled around him. In the center with him was the head of the worm, it's jaws half closed. The blue eyes inside its mouth peered down to him curiously, but no aggressive movements were made now that the entire area was enclosed by its body.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 21, 2016 17:39:36 GMT -8
He sighed jumping off of his horse. It seemed an escape did not work. He went for a second charge of his magic, hoping he would get enough time to charge enough for a teleport away. He beat on his massive metal chest, a great dong dong noise coming as enough armour for a man struck enough armour for a squad. "Do it! End me spawn of the wretched desert! I don't fear anything! Anything!" Anatolius shouted, with a voice booming enough to fit a giant. "Come on!" he shouted, waving his sword about. "Come for me!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 18:01:15 GMT -8
The creature continued to look down to him, not moving. Eventually the lower jaw opened up as a massive tan human arm appeared from the mouth. In turn, it pulled what appeared to be the upper torso of a young woman out of the mouth, turning the entirety of the worm into nothing more than the lower half. She looked down at Anatolius with a curious, worried look as she brought her body closer to the sand to get a better look at the ant-sized individual. "....why?" She said in a quiet voice.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 22, 2016 6:18:05 GMT -8
The man's jaw dropped as he saw this... being come before him. He had always prided himself on being able to kill by falling on people, but this was something that could kill nations by falling upon them. "Gotts im himmel!" He exclaimed, raising his sword and backing off; if he wasn't frightened before he was now. He kept moving back, reins in hand. "What... what are... what?!?!?" He yelled, moving backwards.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 8:31:24 GMT -8
The woman looked down at him confused and worried as he swung his sword at her. After a moment she withdrew a little into her worm body.
"No hurt human...." She whispered.
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 22, 2016 14:00:40 GMT -8
The man kept muttering in a lot of different languages, confused by the looks of... them, and all of it. "What are you?" he exclaimed, waving his sword about and pulling his shield off of his horse. Make this morsel harder to swallow. "Some kind of... massive daemon?" he shouted, in great disbelief, and waved his sword a little more at any sign of getting closer to him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 14:05:41 GMT -8
She shook her head and pointed to herself.
"Shaitana." She said simply. She looked around at the arena she created and back to Anatolius sputtering in terror.
"oh...I fix?"
Suddenly the sands around her began to erupt upwards as her body shook violently. Her worm half dug itself back into the sands below, leaving only her upper torso sticking out of the ground. She laid down on her stomach to get a closer look at Anatolius, giving the appearance of sunbathing. She smiled.
"Better?"
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 23, 2016 13:34:21 GMT -8
Antatolius remained open mouthed, still very confused. "What...." he said, his brow furrowing. "But... such an inefficient... how to survive... the use of the... the size...." he said, looking at Shaitana, not willing to believe his eyes, although slightly relieved that he was not eaten.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 13:40:03 GMT -8
"Huh? What's wrong?"
There was no hint of malice in her gargantuan blue eyes as she looked down at him with awe.
"What human name?"
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 24, 2016 9:00:01 GMT -8
"What are you?" He exclaimed, not yet willing to answer the question posed. He kept up the walk backwards, occassionally waving his sword.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 9:11:15 GMT -8
Her smile was replaced with a look of shock and sadness. She retreated a little into the sands below.
"S...Shaitana...."
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
Established
𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 24, 2016 15:26:51 GMT -8
"W-what, is that a name or your species or...?" he said, the massive man stuttering for the first time in his life. When she sank into the sand he quickly spun around a few times hoping that he was not to be eaten from behind.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 16:24:18 GMT -8
"It both. I Shaitana. Live in sands three years. No other Shaitana. Only me."
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Anatolius Kamaradeos
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𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖗𝖆𝖊
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 57
Physical Description: Tall at 7ft, he has light brown hair, a cleanly shaven face and features so strong (most notably his large chin) a giant would break their fist on them (almost literally). His eyes are gray. Nearly every bit of him is muscular, even his face, though the muscles do not look excessively massive like some body builders; they look as though they were built more for aesthetic purposes, which in truth they were; the Church needs a good face after all Scripture and poems are tattooed all over his back. Surprisingly his body is devoid of scars and such. Apart from a few tiny strands of silver, and an aged voice one could easy mistake him by his face and it's lack of wrinkles or aging for a thirty, or even twenty year old.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy plate armour of steel blessed to be harder and than mithril even in anti-magical environments, while containing all sorts of other boons where magic is applicable, and with massive shoulder pads and a special rest for his head. In conjunction with a gambeson he will wear a thick set of scale-mail to absorb impact and protect his remaining parts from sharp weapons. He is armed with a long gladius, a mattock, and a large square shield, occassionally adding crossbows, or two handed weapons to his reprtoire, all with similar enchantments to his armour. His armour and weapons are ornately decorated with gilding, laurels, skulls and crosses, most notably a golden halo built into his armour shining with a bright light.
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Post by Anatolius Kamaradeos on Nov 24, 2016 18:50:49 GMT -8
Shaitana's description was odd. There can't ever be one of something, much less something organic. It was just unbelievable to him. Although, such an unsound idea did make some sense in conjunction with the unsound biology of the creature. "But... how? Why? That's bloody well impossible!" he shouts, at the top of his lungs.
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