Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270 
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 21, 2016 19:07:30 GMT -8
The twins watch the goings-on with mild interest.
Are they going to fight?
Sure looks like it.
Maybe we'll get some pie when they're distracted.
Shh.
Oh, right.
They turn at stare at Jun, wide-eyed.
"You changed into armor. Are you going to fight too?"
If one of them dies, does that mean we get their pie?
No, I think the winner of the fight gets their pie.
Aww...
Jun might notice that they're not using the provided steak knives to cut up their meat, but rather using long and pointy daggers.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 21, 2016 19:19:27 GMT -8
Lum'Valia watches Maelik and Arya argue, and she gets slowly to her feet. She speaks very quietly, very gently, and very firmly. "What the two of you hope to accomplish by attacking each other? Beyond ruining what could have been a pleasant dinner?" She smiles gently at both of them, and walks over to the indicated clearing. Once there she turns to face Arya, speaking once again her tone as always kind. "I do my best to understand everyone. Arya you are not wrong to judge Maelik for being a demon, he is evil, and I can see he has done great and harm to others in the past sometimes justified sometimes not. I can see part of him enjoy seeing others suffer, as such I cannot ask you to forgive him, and I cannot ask you to like him. I am willing to give everyone the chance to be better, you do not have to, and honestly I would be lying if I said I believed everyone truly deserved it. Maelik might be one of the rare demons who could deserve that chance, I did not ask you to be the one to give it to him, all I asked, even if it was unspoken was for you to set your pride aside for a single evening so we could have dinner. Was this unreasonable?" She then turns to Maelik and in the same voice. "Maelik, I do not know how sincere your intentions are. I cannot change for you, and I cannot ask you to change for me; but If you are sincere in your intentions, you must surely recognize that you will have to change at a very fundamental level. I may be forgiving, but I cannot truly love someone who delights in the suffering of others, for any reason. So far you have done an admirable job of showing restraint, though your murderous glances have not gone unnoticed. Still what you could possibly be thinking by challenging Arya in this way? You would do nothing but prove her right, that you are only capable of resolving an issue through violence." There is a shimmer of light and Lum switches from angelic to dragon form. "If this is how you two wish to resolve this issue, fine. But it will not be a two way battle, I will be participating."  |
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 21, 2016 20:22:21 GMT -8
Jun shakes her head. "Oh, no... Umm, I was just.. practicing. Although I guess it is kinda convenient if things get heavy." She looks on at the spectacle unfolding in front of them. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get involved. She was pretty low on mana. Then again... thanks to Fundor... she could use the heat from the cooking fire as a power source... She eventually got to the ribs the Maelik had made. She took a bite. Lum'Valia's cooking was heavenly of course, but Maelik was supposed to be legendary for his skills.
Chomp!
... Jun suddenly completely forgot about the twins. She couldn't explain the sensation, like something beautiful, like a phoenix rising from the ashes or an evanescent rainbow, had just rushed by her without giving her the chance to appraise its magnificence. But how was this possible? They were just ribs! She'd had ribs before. She'd had good cooking before! Lum'Valia, the cooks on the pineapple farm, Rowena Fletcher, her own father, they were all excellent cooks. But none of them had ever made her feel emotional over not savoring a bite. And to top it all off, she felt an incredible relief knowing there was still plenty of rib meat on the bone.
No, this time she would take her time. She once again took a bite, peeling the meat carefully from the darkened bone, allowing the flesh to slide its way passed her lips, every individual droplet of juice touching every possible nerve ending in her delicate mouth. Every single movement of mastication had the gravitas of a soldier's march. Every second of warm saliva being excreted by the glands in her mouth, to dance a soft, moist ballet with the juices of the meat, carried with it the royal grandeur of a symphony.
Her eyes widened. Her pulse quickened. Her legs twitched and squirmed. A pleasant chill ran from her stomach up through spine and simultaneously down through her loins to her feet. Her hands shook. She started gasping for air, but the moment her lungs were sufficiently saturated with oxygen, she took another bite; and another, and then another, and then another, gasping for air in between, until... until...
"OH MY GOD THESE ARE AMAZING!" She could no longer keep silent. She stood up (again, not even thinking about the twins) and darted next to the potential combatants. "ARYA! ARY-" She stopped. She was going to beg her to remain and enjoy Maelik's cooking. But instead... "UH, uh... since you don't want anything to do with Maelik's cooking, can I have your share?" |
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390 
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 21, 2016 20:43:47 GMT -8
Upon noticing Arya's scowl Maelik smirked, he preferred it when his enemies fought angry, and now that he knew what bothered her he planned on exploiting it. Of course her accusation of his willingness to kill her wasn't unfounded, in fact it was almost precisely true and that in turn served to irritate the demon to the point that he abandoned the idea of messing with her at all. Instead, he was going to simply hurt her. Bad.
With that state of mind he followed Arya out to the clearing and patiently waited for her to draw her weapon and pick her stance.
"I'm glad that you're eager for this... But not nearly as glad as you'll be that we have healers on standby." He growled with a voice as deep and menacing as the blackest depths of the sea. With a snap of his fingers he summoned his own weapons that he affectionately called, 'Willbreaker and Bonetaker.' With a burst of hellfire twin greatswords popped into existence, each of their heavy blades about seven feet long with steel as dark as the night sky and arcs of black lightning jumping between them whenever they drifted too close to one another. Maelik's presence may have felt horrid and evil but it had nothing in comparison to the sheer deadliness that those two swords exuded.
"I have a bad habit of breaking bones by accident," he growled before setting up his own stance, settling down into a ready crouch with left leg leading and pointing his left hand blade out towards the paladin with arm extended. With his other weapon he twirled it about on his wrist before bring it to bear in the exact same pose, only this one was held close to his chest as his wings flared open wide. His tail on the other hand snaked around to his right side, deceptively slithering up to accompany his sword with its own bladed weapon.
He resolved not to use any magic during this encounter so as to savor every second of hacking away at her defenses, and just as he was about to call for it to begin Lum swooped over and intervened. And her words did strike a cord within the demon, he knew that he was far too eager for this fight and coming into it as hot headed as he was would be ultimately dangerous for both Arya and himself. But in this case he knew that simply repressing the aggression between himself and this paladin was not going to pan out in the long run.
He took a few long breaths to calm himself down to a lesser degree of rage before looking away from his opponent to stare up at Lum'Valia. He hoped that he could word his thought process eloquently enough to convince the dragoness of why this needed to be done.
"You're words are wise ones my beloved and I can't even entertain the idea of fighting you, you're far too precious to me and the thought of you being injured tortures me. But I ask that you stand down and allow for this to happen, simply pushing down our feelings for each other is not only unhealthy but it's also dangerous. Anger bubbles inside you, it boils your insides and twists around in your mind until it finally slips out to hurt the ones you love, it's worse than any poison and there's only one way to rid yourself of it."
He lowered his eyes back down to Arya, the heat of his crimson gaze still holding the flame of anger behind them but with a lot less of it than when he started.
"And that way is to confront the source of it and resolve the issues. This little sparring match is going to be our means of catharsis so we can bring those ugly emotions to the surface and be rid of them. I know that you only wish to prevent any harm from being done but stopping this fight will only bring more, if you really want to help then prepare to treat the injured when this is over because things will only get more heated until the conclusion is reached. Please tell me you understand my love..."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 21, 2016 21:30:41 GMT -8
Arya took on an annoyed look at Lum'valia came into the mix, her red eyes showing her irritation at this for but a moment as she glanced over at Lum'valia, not taking her scowl off of Maelik however, she added in a few of her own words too,
"I'm sorry Lum'valia, but this has to be a fight between only me and him, he challenged me only. I will not fight here if you decide to get involved, I cannot fight you. If we do not settle this here we will find somewhere else to settle it, where you won't be nearby to heal our wounds afterwards, chances of one of us dying would be much higher then..."
Her voice held an even tone throughout, a calm but serious tone. She was as ready as ever to just get this over with. She seemed to already be looking over her opponent and coming up with possible strategies to win. When Jun asked for Arya's share of the food Arya sighed slightly, "I don't care, fine."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 21, 2016 21:42:42 GMT -8
Lum blinks at Maelik, his plea had been impassioned, sincere, and patently ridiculous. Arya's hadn't been any better, it had been close minded and prideful, that this completely avoidable fight was somehow unavoidable was a ludicrous notion. The dragoness looks between the two combatants, for a long moment, and when she finally speaks she sounds annoyed.
"You two fighting isn't going to do anything to get ride of your anger. Perhaps such a thing would work if both of you, actually wanted to be friends, but you do not. You are two very different people, looking for an excuse to beat each other, for very stupid reasons. This fight is built entirely upon your prejudice's, neither of you have made even the slightest attempt, to see the other as an individual. You are both holding the other accountable, for acts others committed, and have been at each others throats because of it."
The dragoness shakes her head, simply amazed at the utter absurdity of this entire situation.
"Beyond that, violence is a terrible way to express and set aside anger. Negative actions and emotions, will almost always breed more of the same, violence only begets more violence. Forgiveness, true and sincere, is the best way to resolve anger against another. Do you think I am free of anger, do you think I do not feel rage at times? I do feel those things, often it is directed at other who are using their power to harm those weaker than themselves. I do not let such things fester inside me though, I do my best to forgive, to understand, to let go."
She sighs in frustration and says finally.
"If I allowed this fight to happen, you."
Lum swivels her head to face Arya.
"Will likely do your best to banish Maelik, and you."
Lum turns to face Maelik.
"Are only going to try and ensure her survival, because you are afraid of offending me."
She then smashes her tail into the ground to add emphasis to her next statement.
"But fine, if you still want to fight I will not intervene. But I will be very disappointed in both of you, and I won't be healing your wounds."
With that the dragoness takes off and leaves in a huff.
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The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Jan 21, 2016 21:59:53 GMT -8
As tensions rise in the forest clearing, Maelik’s enchanted eye begins to glow. Those attuned to the finer points of magic may be able to recognize it as an advanced and totally unique scrying spell, and indeed, that’s what it is. The eye moves slightly, independently, taking a moment to examine each figure in turn. Its actions may go unnoticed; the spell is hardly intended to be conspicuous. After a moment, the effect dims in intensity, but persists.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 21, 2016 22:01:27 GMT -8
They're gone.Both of them?Yup. Ms. Dragon and Mr. Maelik. Both off to go fight or something with that other lady. Oh boy.The twins get up, leaving Jun to twitch with food-induced ecstasy, and grab the pie. Together, they finish about half of it when Lum'Valia returns. They look up at her guiltily, their faces smeared with sticky fruit. Um...Er...Together, they both point at Jun. "She told us to do it!"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 21, 2016 22:13:57 GMT -8
Jun ignores the twins. She thinks, like before in St. James' Boutique, that something seems amiss. Slowing putting the ecstasy-inducing ribs down, she suddenly becomes rather serious. She whispers something to herself.
"Lahspaan, secretly fahmey lu." (Fundor tried to teach her adverbs in draconic, but she found it too complex.) The nearby flames would reduce in temperature, ever so subtly, and a paper-thin ward would drape over the area, a few dozen meters in either direction. It was designed to be undetectable, and would allow Jun to sense the magic in her surroundings more easily. Of course the presence of the twins was suspicious enough, but Jun had more or less grown accustomed to them. Her eyes widened however when she noticed a small amalgamation of magic coming from Maelik head, which was suspicious since she heard him explicitly state that he wasn't going to use magic.
Without saying anything, Jun backs away and very quietly begins chanting to herself.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 21, 2016 22:15:13 GMT -8
Maelik cracked his neck as Lum absconds back to the picnic and he felt pretty abashed after Lum's scolding, but that shame soon transferred to aimless anger about his situation. He was indeed too prideful and far too stubborn to back down from the challenge he himself issued and if he were totally honest with himself he just wanted to see what Arya looked like with a few broken cheek bones, a collapsed eye socket and a lot of missing teeth.
Gritting his fangs his tightly shut maw full of needle sharp teeth and other unpleasant things couldn't hold back the tongues of demonic fire that slipped through the minuscule gaps between his fangs, he didn't even notice his eye bugging out.
"Well then, I guess we can begin..." he snarled through his teeth and readied his stance further. He began to twirl his right hand weapon about slowly, each spin increasing the momentum of the heavy blade and that in turn increased its velocity. This continued for about five spins where it became a whirling blade of death with electric shocks sounding perpetually.
"...whenever you're ready."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 21, 2016 22:28:22 GMT -8
Lum looks at the twins, still feeling very miffed. It was starting to feel like no one actually cared about her opinion, she tries to do what is best for everyone, and they just ignore her and get themselves hurt anyway. She doesn't say anything to the twins, not seeing the point in acknowledging there obvious lie. With five snaps of her massive jaws, she devours the remaining food not even tasting it. The only things that remain are two pies, which she left for the twins. This done she curls up and goes to sleep, still fuming.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 21, 2016 22:35:35 GMT -8
The twins look at Lum'Valia . Then they look at their knives. Should we?
I dunno...
If the other woman doesn't stop us, we should be able to get away with it.
But I don't think we'd be able to carry the heart back.
Yeah, but she's sleeping. When else would would we get this chance?
She's a dragon, though. Do you know where her heart even is?
Eh...
I think we should wait for her to go to sleep in her human form.
Oh, alright.
The twins continue eating the pie, then spread their wings and fly home. That was good pie.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 21, 2016 22:38:38 GMT -8
Arya would have been worried about angering Lum'valia but she was currently too angry herself to care at the moment, already adrenaline seemed to be working it's way into her system, she was ready to fight. By comparison, she seemed quite unassuming, a 5'10'' girl with only light armor and a golden sword facing off against the 14' tall demon with two lighting great-swords. When he began to spin his sword, she narrowed her eyes slightly, but otherwise did not say anything. If she got hit by that she knew she was dead. Thankfully her light armor would allow her to evade his attacks, and if he was faster than she thought a 14' tall demon wielding those weapons should be... she had a different plan. Holding her sword with both hands as she faced the demon, she raised the blade so the hilt and pommel was raised beside her head, the blade's point pointed at Maelik in a simple ox guard, a good position to start a fight. "Yes, I'm ready." she said flatly. |
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 21, 2016 22:55:12 GMT -8
Surprisingly enough Maelik didn't seem keen on making the first move, and seeing as Arya didn't make one yet he took the time to withdraw his other weapon and begin spinning it as well. He also saw fit to adjust his position as he spun his weapons, lurching forward so that while his chest was now facing her straight on his wings could loom over him with claws at the ready. Those same claws were more than capable of sheering solid stone, but even they paled in comparison to the danger that his tertiary weapon, his tail blade, presented.
It's wicked edge glinted in the moonlight as it calmly swerved from side to side like a snake assessing its prey, awaiting the perfect time to strike.
"Well?" the Lord said with an edge of snark. "Or is the brave paladin scared of little ol' me?" He knew that if he could land just one solid hit he could drop her, but he had to be careful not to land too heavy a blow for fear of killing her. No no no, that would be unacceptable, but a few broken limbs won't kill her, it'll just remind her what she was dealing with.
"Come forward so I can hear your agonized screams when I break your limbs like I did the other inept paladins that came before you," he hissed in an effort to galvanize her.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 21, 2016 23:17:12 GMT -8
Arya narrowed her eyes but otherwise did not seem to be swayed by his words, she seemed calm even in the moment, if not for her scowl. Raising her golden blade, it glinted in the sun before she slash down through the air, a slash of light energy from a light spell forming at that moment and flying towards Maelik. The light magic spell seemed to be cast without pause as Arya swung her blade, as if she did not even have to think about channeling the magic through the weapon. The arc of light would fly very quickly at Maelik, and would burn any skin it came into contact with as well as cutting it from a distance. He would not be as effected by this sort of spell as much as a holy one, but it also did not take nearly as much energy to cast.
The golden sword shimmered then, the rubies that were embedded into the sword seemed to glint as it drew more energy. Arya would keep her distance for now, and would launch another arc of light from a distance shortly after the first if she is left unimpeded. She hoped she could draw Maelik into an offensive in such a way. She also had other tactics however,
"What? Are you scared to make the first move on an inept paladin less than half your size?" While Maelik attempted to draw her off her guard by exploiting her anger she knew this tactic would most likely work much better on Maelik himself.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 21, 2016 23:18:13 GMT -8
Jun senses the twins leaving. (Her ward is still active.) She continues to chant silently, occasionally stopping to take deep breaths. Her mana levels are steadily rising, and the ward's strength is slowly increasing as well.
There's psionic energy coming from Maelik. It's faint though. What is he up to?
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 21, 2016 23:46:42 GMT -8
The sudden slash of light came as a surprise to the demon but his battle honed reflexes afforded his enough time to bring one of his whirling blades in line to deflect the projectile, using the momentum and of the darkly enchanted weapon to intercept it and bounce it harmlessly away from him.
"Oh my magic hmm?" he hissed whilst taking a surefooted step forward so that he could prepare for any more magical surprises with his no longer spinning weapon. "I must say, unlike you those other paladins at least had the decency to engage me in sword to sword combat."
He took another measured step and simply hacked the next light slash apart with his left sword, holding off striking with his right weapon which was now almost an imperceptible blur of blackness and electricity.
"You'll need stronger magic than that if you want to pierce my defenses girl, or was that the best you got?" He planned on slowly advancing forward and taunting her the whole way until she took the time to charge up something of a bit more substance. During that time he meant to charge her when she was vulnerable and proceed to press the advantage using his superior size and strength. That plan fell to pieces as soon as Arya used his own tactics against him and taunted him back.
With a snarl he bounded ahead, and Arya's suspicions would be proven right as he was disturbingly quick for how large he was, bridging the gap between them in about two seconds with his huge strides. As soon as he got her in his reach he'd swing the flat of his left handed blade in a wide horizontal swipe at about her waist height, simultaneously rending down with both of his wings in an effort to prevent a jumping escape. As if this wasn't dangerous enough his tail did a mirroring sweep at ground level only it did in the opposite direction, the insidiously sharp blade at the end barely even disturbing the grass as it trimmed its tips.
"I'll show you fear you little pissant!" he roared, his grumbling voice vibrating the pebbles at his feet. "If you're lucky enough to feel anything after I'm through with you that is."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 22, 2016 11:25:23 GMT -8
Arya's eyes widened slightly on Maelik's first stride, as he had covered half the distance between him in that one stride, his rage clearly having been released by her previous taunt. One of the seven rubies inlaid in the golden sword seemed to shimmer more brightly than the other as she drew energy magical energy from it, she would not have enough time to actually complete this task however as Maelik was already upon her. Using the energy she had gathered already in that short time however, she would try to evade Maelik's attacks however.
The world seemed to be in slow motion as Arya's own warrior instincts kicked in, or perhaps that was her adrenaline. Maelik's huge sword swung at her at blinding speed, and she only had moments to decide what to do next. As he closed in however she suddenly realized this would be much harder than anticipated, as his other attacks seemed to cut off all options of escape as his wings began to extend out overhead and his tail could be seen sweeping low from the other side.
Arya opted to use a short burst of light magic at her feet along with her own jump to upwards and away, as she was already well within the range of the giant sword and would have a better chance at getting out of range of his wings which were still attached to his back. Luckily her dodge had worked and Maelik's wings missed her by mere inches as she jumped away from his attacks. The ruby in her sword now gleamed quite brightly as Arya's body seemed to gain an aura of holy energy. In the following attacks, Maelik would notice Arya's reaction times and speeds would seem to begin to ramp up as she drew more of the energy from her sword.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 22, 2016 12:36:30 GMT -8
The demon cursed as his prey barely slipped away from his grasp, but having his target so tantalizingly close galvanized him onward with even greater zeal. He moved to close the gap again and swing another titanic sideways blow at her, but it went unaccompanied this time as his wings kept a defensive position and his tail whipped back behind him and dug some dirt out of the ground.
Whatever remained of Maelik's mannerisms were gone by this point, shattered by his focus on simply wanting this little girl before him was a broken mess. He even stopped speaking altogether, although to the careful observer's eye it would be evident that the reason why was because he seemed to be stockpiling his demonic essence to charge up some form of magical attack. If the paladin wanted to use magic then Maelik figured that he may as well too.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 22, 2016 13:04:56 GMT -8
Jun's mana levels had just about returned to normal, and so she stopped chanting. She sighed and bit her lower lip. Things were not looking good. Their so-called fist fight had suddenly turned into a magic fight. She could clearly sense magical energies welling up in both of them now. She wasn't too impressed by their current power levels per se, but she knew this was only the beginning. She could sense a large build up in dark energy permeating Maelik's body, and some sort of enchantment surrounding Arya's weapon which was increasing her speed.
If she wanted to interfere, she had to decide what element she'd use which could affect both of them equally.
Jun clasped her hands together, as if in prayer and began breathing deeply, focusing on an element that could perhaps give them both pause. She looked around to make sure she was sufficiently inconspicuous to not draw attention to herself.
The faint hum of psionic energy coming from Maelik didn't seem to be doing anything. She wondered if it was perhaps some sort of scrying spell and maybe someone was watching them.
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