Fundor Eater of Sheep
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Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Mar 31, 2016 8:36:27 GMT -8
Eventually the red dragon could feel one of the mages attempting to establish a link with him. Before Fundor did so however he erected strong walls around his mind, making any probing of his mind turn up with no information if the mage attempted to do so during their communication.
Ah it seems you have finally noticed me, hello human mage. This land used to be Medan, but I can tell things have drastically changed. What is it you call yourselves now? Goraia. An apt name. I assume you will ask me my business here now, so I will tell you. I wish to join your regime.
Blood red eyes would peer in the general direction of the walls as he communicated telepathically, the huge dragon would remain impassive outwardly for now.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 31, 2016 17:31:44 GMT -8
Some time followed before his response. Perhaps, he was addressing his superiors, but whatever happened, the answer seemed unusually absolute.
Come on in.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Apr 1, 2016 9:07:21 GMT -8
Fundor would wait however long he needed for a response. The dragon had been living for 2000 years, so a bit of a wait did not bother him in the slightest. When the answer finally came the dragon would respond, his words seemed to have a pleased tone to them,
Excellent.
The dragon would start approaching the walls then, his form appearing to grow larger and larger as he did so. Once he was a short distance away from the wall he would spread his wings, which were about double his length fully extended and lifted off the ground to fly over the wall and land on a patch of clear land on the other side. As he did so however, his ward to detect incoming attacks remained vigilant. Afterall, this land was no stranger to dragon attacks, and Fundor knew it was just as likely they would try to kill him as they were to actually let him help them.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Apr 9, 2016 22:04:33 GMT -8
"Amun Ra you have blessed this day with beauty and peace. I will seek the second Sun that rose yesterday. Such a play, Father... The Brothers are near inside this kingdom and the Phoenix has risen. Give us the strength and wisdom to carry out your will. Amun." Giplor prayed with his men on the Atlanticus side of the border. With their meal over and prayers finished, the small group of ten would ride to the Goraia border to meet with their brothers. With them, they seemed to have four carriages filled with water barrels and a variety of dry foods. Hidden within was religious scrolls and maps that were literally built into the carriages with a hidden puzzle entry that would make it impossible to notice, and even if so, they would have to figure out the puzzle lock that was crafted; an old fashion safe to be frank. Eight knights mounted white Shires decked out with silver and blue armor that shimmered gold when light hit it at the right angle. The knights armor was finely crafted Atlantian design, but their steeds were Egyptian. No matter their style, they were beautiful and powerful looking. Horse Knight
Giplor would lead, his armor causing him to stand out. Sadly this armor hid a sad man who was full of anger. His devotion to his job had caused him to lose the only woman he found suitable to be his queen. He had been searching for her for some time now and until he found her, his enemies would know no mercy. Giplor's mind was sliding down a dark path and destruction seemed to fill his mind like a drug to forget about her. Still, Giplor knew he had an image to hold, and no matter how hard, he had to remain cool. He would ride with his chest out and act as if nothing was wrong, as he didn't want to lower his knight's morale. The sun would glisten on this group, casting a righteous presence upon them as they reached the border. Calling out to any guards to respond, Giplor would shout, "I am Grand Komtur Giplor Vauc'Tutt of the Antlanticus Angelic Order. My brothers are within your borders and I bring their men food and water so that the burden is not on your people. We would like to pass quickly so that they may not go hungry or thirsty!"
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Registered: May 18, 2024 9:54:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 6:44:18 GMT -8
"Amun Ra you have blessed this day with beauty and peace. I will seek the second Sun that rose yesterday. Such a play, Father... The Brothers are near inside this kingdom and the Phoenix has risen. Give us the strength and wisdom to carry out your will. Amun." Giplor prayed with his men on the Atlanticus side of the border. With their meal over and prayers finished, the small group of ten would ride to the Goraia border to meet with their brothers. With them, they seemed to have four carriages filled with water barrels and a variety of dry foods. Hidden within was religious scrolls and maps that were literally built into the carriages with a hidden puzzle entry that would make it impossible to notice, and even if so, they would have to figure out the puzzle lock that was crafted; an old fashion safe to be frank. Eight knights mounted white Shires decked out with silver and blue armor that shimmered gold when light hit it at the right angle. The knights armor was finely crafted Atlantian design, but their steeds were Egyptian. No matter their style, they were beautiful and powerful looking. Horse Knight
Giplor would lead, his armor causing him to stand out. Sadly this armor hid a sad man who was full of anger. His devotion to his job had caused him to lose the only woman he found suitable to be his queen. He had been searching for her for some time now and until he found her, his enemies would know no mercy. Giplor's mind was sliding down a dark path and destruction seemed to fill his mind like a drug to forget about her. Still, Giplor knew he had an image to hold, and no matter how hard, he had to remain cool. He would ride with his chest out and act as if nothing was wrong, as he didn't want to lower his knight's morale. The sun would glisten on this group, casting a righteous presence upon them as they reached the border. Calling out to any guards to respond, Giplor would shout, "I am Grand Komtur Giplor Vauc'Tutt of the Antlanticus Angelic Order. My brothers are within your borders and I bring their men food and water so that the burden is not on your people. We would like to pass quickly so that they may not go hungry or thirsty!" The guards were on alert when the group was spotted from afar, they were unsure of whether they were friend or foe. They were relieved when they were able to make out their banner and the lead knight spoke out, stating his intentions. One of the position's guard leaders (who had a strong accent) leaned over the wall and shouted down at them. "Oi! This wasn't scheduled in the travel ledger, do you have paperwork for your arrival or entry? We ain't supposed to let anybody in with out it. We could have some men deliver those goods to your men without you even stepping inside, but we'll have to see your trading pass if you're looking to sell it."
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Apr 21, 2016 20:08:53 GMT -8
Giplor reached into a satchel on his horse and pulled out a small ledger. It was very simple, it stated he was the Governor of Atlanticus, Grand Komtur of the Angelic Order, and that he was to deliver supplies for the encampment of the Brotherhood that had been given permission to set up.
"As you can see, we are expected. We're here with bread and water for our brothers, you're more than welcome to spend the couple hours searching it." Giplor responded, just wanting to get inside to his brothers.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 9:54:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 5:17:19 GMT -8
Giplor reached into a satchel on his horse and pulled out a small ledger. It was very simple, it stated he was the Governor of Atlanticus, Grand Komtur of the Angelic Order, and that he was to deliver supplies for the encampment of the Brotherhood that had been given permission to set up. "As you can see, we are expected. We're here with bread and water for our brothers, you're more than welcome to spend the couple hours searching it." Giplor responded, just wanting to get inside to his brothers. One of the guards rushed out to take and hand off the papers to the lead watchmen. He reads through the assorted prints for a minute and finally answers back, "Alright, you and your comrades are clear to go ahead, under law however, we are entitled to search your caravans. Once the inspection is done we'll send them to the encampment." Giplor and his unit would be cleared to proceed through the gates, the wagons would be taken aside the road and a battlemage would sort through the contents. They would detect the magical presence built into the wagon and would find the puzzle lock, but since they had no clues as how to open it they would force the drivers to take their goods in on a different wagon. The magical artifacts would remain locked within, the wagons would be parked under roof until Giplor came back to retrieve it.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Apr 25, 2016 12:49:49 GMT -8
"Thank you. We appreciate knowing you all do your job and that we are safe within your walls. The magic in those wagons are to ensure safe travels and seem to be unneffected by anti magic. Never understood how, but it has saved our armored asses a few times."
Giplor and his men would load the new wagons up, but before leaving they left they made the guards a simple meal; a loaf of bread, a satchel of water, and some strips of jerky. It wasn't much, but Giplor knew that being mive here would ensure nobody tried anything stupid to his wagons that would cost them their lives.
"Make sure those wagons are kept safe and nobody bothers them. I'll make sure you get a good tip, and if you have time to clean them and shine em up, i'll pay each man involved three gold coins."
With such, Giplor and his men went inside the gate and was off to their destination.
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 18:34:48 GMT -8
A young female Volkrim walks to the border crossing, she had been on the road for days headed in no particular direction. Akai'a kept her hands at her side, like at every border.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 9:54:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 19:10:26 GMT -8
A young female Volkrim walks to the border crossing, she had been on the road for days headed in no particular direction. Akai'a kept her hands at her side, like at every border. The guards stationed on the walls noticed her approach. One of them shouted down to her. "Oi, you there! Who are you and what's your business here?"
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 19:15:21 GMT -8
Akai'a looked up at them. "I am a traveler, I have no business in particular here but I have coin to spend and need somewhere to do it." She had no real intention of spending too much of her coin but the mention of money at city and national borders tends to help provide a smooth entry.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 7, 2016 20:05:41 GMT -8
"Step this way please. It was our policy not to late anyone through the gates. However, as per an... experimental decree, we have been allowing in select merchants to trade, sell, or buy certain goods..." He looked her up and down with an exaggeratedly scrutinizing eye, which almost twitched in their penetrating leer.
"Hmmm.... I dunno about this one! Looks kinda... fuzzy, to me..."
He turned to the other guards, who smiled. Clearly she wasn't being taken seriously, but they chose to play along. Nothing ever happened out here anyways.
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 20:13:11 GMT -8
Akai'a frowned at their responses. Such jokes and comments tended to find their war to her unless she shapshifted to appear human; she had gotten used to them. However she knew where this was going. She was going to have to pay or leave. She squinted her eyes at man looking her over, in a snarky tone she spoke to him, "Trying to look through my armor and find my coins? Or perhaps you are trying to see whats under my clothes?"
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 7, 2016 20:17:44 GMT -8
"If you would like to proceed, you must relinquish all of your belongings for processing. You will receive everything back, but security protocol demands that all merchants are thoroughly searched, due to the risk to our personnel and facilities," he said, as though he had stated that line over and over again.
"This way, please," he waved, beckoning her to a small building.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 20:25:16 GMT -8
She held her position. Based off their previous comments this was some sort of trap. She was, however, tempted to proceed; maybe after they had their fun they had decided to get serious. Not to mention if she was disarmed she still had claws and teeth to fight should it come to it. After a moment she spoke, "I don't think so. I think coming here was a mistake and I should leave."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 7, 2016 20:29:46 GMT -8
"Very well. You may proceed on your way. Please let any approaching travelers know that they may be searched, should they proceed beyond these gates and to the profits of their dreams.."
He dismissed her all too casually, as though some better, luckier merchant would come along and buy all the wonderful, exotic Sakandian goods that Akai'a would miss out on. Oh well.
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 20:39:01 GMT -8
Akai'a was atually annoyed by the way she was dismissed. Out of spite she started walking toward the build the guard had motioned to earlier, not to mention even a small increase in coins could help journeys. Her attitude seemed all too aggressive as she muttered beneath her breath, "If you dismiss travelers wanting to spen coin then your country will wither and die economically you fool."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 7, 2016 20:56:36 GMT -8
"Well then, step on in, haven't got all day," he said, even though he very clearly had all day and then some.
The building was a small shack, empty, save for a long table on one of the ends. Three guards entered. She didn't have to surrender her bare clothing (if she had any), but belongings like purses, backpacks, sacks, and so on and so forth had to be taken.
"Alright. Step through this door here," he said, leading her back outside, "we will be back with you in a minute with your items."
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on May 7, 2016 21:01:20 GMT -8
She surrendered her items. Placing them on the table and then exiting the building. A small pack, her rather bulky coin purse and her Isran sword, a blank shield and her battle coat. all left behind.
She began charging magic in her left hand however, should they not return her items she would take them back by force.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 7, 2016 21:12:52 GMT -8
She would get all of the items back in due time. "Here you go! Now be on your merry way... the men will let you into the gate. From there you are free to go anywhere except for Stonevale."
The items were returned. However, she'd find that some of the coins were missing.
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