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Post by Brenton on Aug 17, 2013 8:28:27 GMT -5
Kialandi walked across the bridge heading toward the depths of Du Weldenvarden as he kept his head down and his mind cast outward in search of the person who Brenton had sent him after. There are many shadows and dark forces in this world, Kialandi. Right now I fear there is a person within the forest looking to harm our people. Track him or her down and do your best to apprehend them, only using fatal strength in last resorts. Those had been King Brenton's words to Kialandi just before the man had walked out to find this assassin who was still unnamed and not known for a gender or motive. It was certainly a challenge but Kialandi was sure that the depths of the forest had more answers since outposts often gave great information. At the moment he was heading toward an outpost only a few miles from Ellesmera in hopes of finding someone who could tell him more about this possible assassin.
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 17, 2013 9:51:44 GMT -5
In Du Weldenvarden a shady character with the appearance of a youth walked through the streets. An Elf who wasn't paying attention bumped into him and the man visibly sneered at the Elf. The Elf surprised apologized in the Ancient Language and Moratensis struggled to understand him. He knew very little of the Ancient Language. Little did he know that Kialandi was searching for him. Also little did Kialandi and King Brenton know that although he meant harm, he wouldn't inflict any harm. Even if he tried he would not do much harm. At the age of 16 he had been spotted in every city except for his home city Dras-Leona. And so he fled to Du Weldenvarden barely being allowed entry. Now with very little food, he scoured the alleys for anything edible. He munched slowly on a stale loaf of bread and slumped at the markets' square waiting for nightfall. As the sun set, the moon rose as did he. A shadow in the knight. He checked to make sure Hell-Reaver was safely hidden then set off.
He first stopped at a place where he had seen a very aged elf baking bread and selling it. Quickly, he grabbed as many loaves as he could and stuffed them, hiding them in his cloak. A raven crowed nearby and quickly, Moratensis had turned hand dropping to Hell-Reaver's handle.. only to find a normal raven crowing. After five minutes the Raven left. Breathing heavily, Moratensis crept away and searched for the merchant stand who had sold gems. He quickly grabbed a handful of coins, quickly stuffing them in his pockets then searched for an inn. Upon finding one, he rented a room and quickly went up to his room and opened the window. He eyed the bed with distaste. It had been many years since he had slept in a bed. Or slept at all. He found himself simply draining the energy of whatever he had and form it into an orb of energy, sustaining him throughout the night. Paranoid as he was he made sure to have enough energy to sustain a night everyday. He was on the run, he could not afford to sleep.
As he sat at the window ledge out on the roof, he took out the orb from a side pocket in his heavy cloak and watched it. There was so much energy yet he knew naught how to control it. He needed someone to cast what he wanted then he could steal that spell and energy from that spell. He sat there, draining energy from the orb slowly like a leech. He watched the moon drop slowly and then the sun rising from the other side, spreading it's light and warmth across the globe, shying away the moon. As morning set, he hid the orb of energy who's size had decreased since last night and he went down and out of the door, striding with purpose. He walked over to the closest stream or river nearby and began dropping his leather skins down to the water, filling them to the top.
He shielded his eyes and saw a large wooden tower. Maybe.. an outpost? He worked his way over, the nice breeze whistling against his pale skin giving him a slight chill. When he reached there, he found a small hut next to it which he entered and slumped. He was surrounded by ancient trees and he slowly began draining their vast amount of energy, not enough to bring them near death or warn the Elves, just enough to sustain himself. He slumped, pale skin paler than usual. He was tired of running.. but that was all he did.
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Post by Timmir on Aug 18, 2013 0:00:34 GMT -5
It has only been a few days since she had first awoke from her deep slumber, yet she couldn't help, but feel like she's unwelcomed to Ellesmera. That's not to say that any of the elves who live in the city were unkind to her, quite the contrary in fact. No, she felt unwelcome because as she walked around the city, from time to time she would notice someone from the corner of her eye suspiciously glaring at her as if she had done something wrong. Maybe it's just her being paranoid, but the feeling was still there.
This was why she began taking walks through the forest. It was a way for her to get away from the city and proved helpful in clearing her head. Through these walks, she began recognizing her way around the forest. This proved useful in preventing a repeat of the slightly embarrassing situation she had found herself on the day she had awoke. And every day she found herself pushing further into the forest to just see what she could find, and at very least, it proved a way for her to entertain herself other then practicing her swordplay.
Farore looked around as she wandered through the forest, taking in the scene around her. The forest was truly a beautiful sight to behold. Yet, it has been awhile since she had seen another soul, and her walk has been getting rather lonely. She wondered if maybe she should start thinking about heading back. As she thought about this, she saw a familiar figure in the distance.
Is that Kialandi? What is he doing all the way out here? She wonder as she began heading towards his direction.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 18, 2013 2:29:41 GMT -5
Kialandi came upon a wooden structure that had moss and leaves woven through the small surfaces while even smaller indentations and crevices gave away the fact that archers were welcome here. To an untrained eye, this would look like an abandoned home but the truth was that the archers were higher in the trees and had seen him and any near him for the past ten minutes. This was one of the outposts and Kialandi was where he needed to be at the moment to discover the information. I must speak with you immediately on an urgent matter from the king. Kialandi walked into the outpost just to see someone unknown sitting there. Could this be the unknown assassin that Brenton had sent him out to find in the first place?
Kialandi stood straighter and smiled warmly at the young man, who could only be still a child in even the human eyes. I see you have found your way to the heart of Du Weldenvarden without any resistance from the elven race. I am Kialandi, adopted son of Morzan, and I am pleased to say that if you are who I am seeking then the king has recognized your power.
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 18, 2013 4:16:42 GMT -5
Moratensis looked up as he heard the floor creak. He immediately stood up, hand hovering near his sword. His eyes darted, not knowing what Kialandi was talking about. The young boy met Kilandi's eyes un-waveringly and smiled back. He tilted his head as he was informed that the king knew about him. He was nothing to mention.. so why would the king know about him? He had many questions and he began blurting them out, "Why are you here? Why does the king know me? How does the king know me? What does the king want from me?" he asked all in one. Blushing, he realized he hadn't introduced himself. "I am Moratensis. My father is long deceased." he said glumly. He then began turning to another exit ready to bolt. Little did he know that Farore was there outside. "I- I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you. Good bye" he said then quickly turned and walked out the door. The moment he was out the door, he ran with all his might desperate to get away. What did they want? Was it because he was stealing food and money?
After a few minutes of running, Moratensis found himself lost in the vast forest. He climbed a small tree surrounded by many others and slowly began absorbing their energy into the orb. He would take advantage of this chance to harvest as much energy as he could. He continued to sit there, munching on a little of the bread he had stolen yesterday. He sat there for a little longer before jumping down. He would not last long in one place.
He ran back to another outpost he saw, though little did he know it was the same one he had been in awhile ago. He sat down inside and covered himself with his cloak to still the cold and continued leeching energy from the trees. Soon he would have to stop before he was noticed. But all the time, he couldn't but wonder. How did the king know him.. and what did the king want from him?
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Post by Timmir on Aug 18, 2013 17:07:24 GMT -5
Farore followed after Kialandi as he moved through the forest to eventually reach an abandon house. She stopped some distance away as she saw him enter the building.
Is that Kialandi's house? She wondered as she looked at the house, Maybe I shouldn't have followed him here?
However, something in her mind told her that the house was more than it appeared. She analyzed the scene closely, her keen eyes seeing elven archers posted in the trees around the house. While Farore may not know her past, she did know that this was not a normal occurrence.
The next thing Farore notice was a young man bolting out the house from a side door, running straight past her. She had hardly a second to ask him a question as he ran past her, seemingly not even knowing of her existence. Farore continued to watch as the man ran into the forest and out of sight.
What was that about? She wondered as she turned and faced the house again. Her curiousity piqued, she deciced to finally walked towards the house and find out what was going on. She went and entered the house from the side door that the boy had ran from only seconds earlier.
"Umm... Hello. What was that all about?" She asked awkwardly as she pointed behind her with her thumb, not exactly sure she wanted the question answered.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 18, 2013 17:18:05 GMT -5
Kialandi chuckled as the boy ran from the outpost and reached out his mind to the archers in the trees to convey an order to shoot the boy if he showed any intentions of harming another elf or human in the forest. It was after all the orders from Brenton to keep him from harming anyone and therefore Kialandi had the authority to give that order to the elven archers. As they gave confirmation, the man sat down and waited for the boy to return, for he would return if he had lost his way. Then Farore entered the outpost and he smiled at her question while contemplating how best to answer.
That was a boy who is under suspicion of intention to harm others in the forest. I got my orders from King Brenton to track him down and bring him to the palace but before I could the boy ran. If I had known he would do that then I would have cast spells to keep the doors shut but I am certain he would have escaped anyhow. Now I am waiting for him to return because he didn't seem to know his way around and is more than likely going to get lost.
Just as Kialandi finished speaking, he heard the rustling of leaves and then the boy walked back into the outpost, trying to keep out of sight of them. Quickly he stood and crossed to the boy. You are under suspicion and I have my orders to bring you in to meet with King Brenton myself. Any attempts to flee from us and I will have you shot full of arrows in a heart beat. Do you understand me clearly, boy?
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 18, 2013 17:35:01 GMT -5
Moratensis' eyes flashed open at the sound of the same man as before. He jumped to his legs and frightened, asked,"What do you want from me? I have done nothing wrong!" he demanded, angry and frightened at the threat. He was 16, just turned a young man. He didn't know what Kialandi wanted from him. As his eyes adjusted, he eyed the other woman. She seemed... normal. Of course little did he know that she was a Dragon Spirit. In fact, he didn't know much. Swallowing, he put his hands up and followed Kialandi, face set grimly. He knew he was about to be questioned. He would not tell them a single thing. His stomach grumbled, and he took out the last small piece of rationed meat. It was salty and hard to chew, but he preferred it much over the bread. He chewed it sparingly, enjoying every bite of it.
Continuing to eye Farore, he asked,"Kialandi, what am I under suspicion? Is this the supposed hospitality I heard of the Elves? I seek shelter from the Empire with the Elves and yet I am under suspicion? What is this? Is this the told kindness of the Elves? I see no kindness here!" he virtually spat out, voice rising. But still he followed, lest he be shot. He had no intention of dying.
Moratensis nodded and swallowed as Kialandi finished."No questions sir." he replied. This whole day was going terrible.. he would have much preferred to be caught by human guards. At least they didn't have much more strength and speed than he did. He glanced at Farore quickly again, certain she seemed Elfish yet not making the connection. He shrugged to himself and made sure he had guarded his mind and hidden his orb of energy. The orb had grown huge. It seemed to him he would have to depend on it a lot soon enough. Though he did not know magic, he did know how to divert the energy into a ward. He grinned maniacally. This would be one fun trip.
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Post by Timmir on Aug 18, 2013 18:56:10 GMT -5
Farore found herself in a difficult position as the boy reentered the house. Kialandi claimed that the boy is a threat to others in the forest. Meanwhile, the boy claimed his innocence about the matter. Farore thought about the whole deal, trying her best to figure out a way to get through this without any violence.
"Kialandi, how are you sure this is the person your looking for?" Farore asked Kialandi as she looked at the boy. While she more then understood that looks can be deceiving (Kialandi was proof of that) she still found it hard that this human boy could be a threat to the elves within the forest.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 18, 2013 19:08:22 GMT -5
I'm not certain which is the only reason he is still breathing. If I were sure this were the person who meant harm to the elven race then I would run him through myself. As for Elven hospitality, that only applies to those that are free of all crimes and until I can make sure you are not going to harm anyone then I will treat you as I would treat an Empire soldier begging for asylum within these boarders. Just as long as you cooperate then I see no issue in letting you live until King Brenton has passed his judgment upon you.
As they walked, Kialandi sent a message to the king who agreed to meet them outside Ellesmera to keep the city safe from any potential harm. They came within sight and the six and a half feet tall man stood regally with his hair pulled back behind his ears while he wore a royal cloak and silk shirt with soft but strong material pants. He had his hand on his long teal bladed sword while he looked at the boy with his gold and silver eyes that showed he was willing to listen but would pass any judgment he saw fit. So this is the mysterious figure who I have heard about. I hear you took a chance and tried to flee from Kialandi here. It obviously didn't work but I would like to know, if you are innocent then why did you run in the first place?
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 18, 2013 19:21:30 GMT -5
Moratensis openly sneered at Brenton."I do not answer to the likes of you, elf" he spat angrily. He knew why he was here though. He had murdered an Elf. The same Elf that caused him so much torment and murdered his father. He did not regret it. He snapped back to the present and wondered what to do. Here he was in front of the king of the Elves. All he had to do was stab him in the heart. Yet he knew that would enclose his doom and he probably would not get away with it anyway."Now that you have your answer, I'll be off." he said and stormed away before he could be questioned further. At one point he sat down and gave up. No where to go to. No one to go to. Nothi.
ng. Despair was all that remained.
He head back to the forest, sitting in the middle of many trees and began draining their energy. Like a parasite, he absorbed it into the orb until he was forced to make another orb as the first one reached it's capacity. He knew what he was doing was risky. If anyone felt the trees then he would be in for it. But again, he needed that energy.
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Post by Timmir on Aug 18, 2013 21:10:30 GMT -5
Farore watched silently as the young human sneered at Brenton and Kialandi. It was more then obvious that the man was very upset by the elvish king's presence. Yet why he hated elves exactly remained unknown to Farore. She doubted that Kialandi and Brenton would hold the answers or even be able to get the answers from the kid. Yet, maybe she can. She looked more human then elf after all.
"I'm going to go try to speak with him. Both of you should probably stay here. With his hatred of elves, he's unlikely to open up with either of you two around." Farore said to the duo before she ran out after Moratensis.
It wasn't long before she found where the strange young man was at. As she approached him, she oddly began feeling a little unwell. She wasn't sure why though, and shook the feeling off without much of another thought.
"Hello?" Farore said calmly to the man as he sat there, unaware of what he was doing at the time.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 20, 2013 14:11:18 GMT -5
Kialandi, who had already been suspicious of the boy who he had escorted to Brenton, had drawn his sword in a flash but was halted by a single look from the king. This was not the time nor place for killing people they did not know and that included people who were obviously not friends of the elves. Brenton nodded at three archers who immediately took off into the trees and followed the boy with ease, bows at the ready to shoot in case need be. I feared he was an enemy of the elves and now it has been proven. Kialandi if you feel you must then follow him and kill him but do it away from Ellesmera. With that the king spun and walked away to head back to the city.
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 20, 2013 14:30:26 GMT -5
Moratensis jumped at the sound of Farore. He unsheathed Hell-Reaver and shouted,"Stay away!". Terrified, he once again bolted, this time out of Ellesmera, and on his run, he stole all the energy from the trees, not caring of subtlety, leeching onto their energy and draining it as fast he can, which wasn't fast but it would obviously cause a lot of pain to the forest. He knew sooner or later he'd have an army of Elves behind him but he continued to run. And run he did, for his only means of escape was to distract them as he gathered energy. If he had enough he would be able to teleport himself far away. But for that he needed much energy. He was glad for once that he was of a small build for the smaller the object, the less the energy. He calculated quickly and came to a decision. Three orbs should be enough for him to teleport and have an extra fully loaded orb to last through the night.
Suddenly an arrow hissed through the air, missing his head by inches and he yelped. He started to running in zig-zags between the trees as the archers aimed and fired as they ran, still far behind him thanks to his head start. Though he knew that would be changed in a matter of a minute or so. Maybe two if he got lucky. he stumbled and fell off track, ripping a big gash in his arm, splattering blood. He covered the wound and prayed they wouldn't track him by his blood droplets. Continuing his run, he began wondering what he had done for the Elves to want to kill him. He had murdered an Elf, but the Elf had murdered his father. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. He shrugged and continued running, making a third orb. Soon, soon he would be out of here.
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Post by Timmir on Aug 20, 2013 15:04:39 GMT -5
"Wait, I just want to talk." Farore called out as she saw the kid beginning to run away again. She tried to run after him, but quickly found herself completely out of breath and unable to move. Around her, she could see the trees slowly begin to die as their life force was forcibly being ripped from them.
What... what's happening to me? She wondered completely scared as her vision flashed and her body began feeling very tired. It wasn't long before she collapsed completely, her eyelids becoming heavy. With the last of her strength, she stubbornly tried to force herself up, but it proved to be of no use as she fell unconscious.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 21, 2013 8:36:38 GMT -5
The thundering of horse hooves echoed through the trees as the fastest war horse in the forest galloped toward the endangered trees. For a rider, a slight framed boy sat atop the horse with armor on and two swords on his back plus a dagger. He had blonde hair and blue eyes with fine features still magically altered to look purely human. This rider was the young elf child, Shaelren Thorsson, student to Kialandi. Now he was riding toward the boy who had been so rude to Kialandi and Brenton.
Light filtered down upon the running boy and Shaelren laughed as he propelled himself over the horse and Moratensis with his swords drawn. "You should stop draining the forest of its life force if you don't want tracked."
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 21, 2013 11:39:19 GMT -5
Moratensis sneered and spat at the child and said,"Do look behind you." He then threw one of the many orbs he had filled while running at the forest and the large explosion of such large energy caused it all to begin burning. As Moratensis saw the Elves pale as they realized they couldn't put it out with magic he barked in laughter at them and quickly teleported out of Du Weldenvarden to the nearest Varden Encampment. He smiled as he took out 10 more orbs that were fully stored. The forest had proved worth-while. He found himself an empty tent in which he warded with a weak ward he had learned, one of the only spells he knew, and protected the tent with the energy of five orbs, enough energy to take down around ten fortresses without faltering. He then sat inside, leeching on the Varden soldiers to stay awake.
It was mid-night when the Elves finally came for him. He heard them arguing that a young boy had set their ancient forest on fire and they had barely saved it. Magic had healed it and water had saved it, but the boy must pay. Staying in his tent, Moratensis heard one of the Elves say something about his tent and the Varden soldier said something about the owner being a waiter or such, a very young boy at the age of 12. Moratensis let out his pent breath as he heard the Elves walking away.
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Post by Timmir on Aug 21, 2013 14:42:40 GMT -5
((I just thought about something. Isn't there a certain forest elf spirit that would have violently ripped Moratensis limb from limb for what he did to the forest. Also Vreal, I thought your character can't cast magic himself and instead needed a spell casted upon him for him to be able to use cast that same spell.))
Farore looked around as she found herself surrounded by a new environment. It was a small meadow with tree that were barely half the size as those in Du Weldenvarden. A thin fog was in this meadow making it slightly difficult. Right in front of her there was a reletively small pond. There was almost an unearthlyness feel to the area she was in.
She then began hearing a loud scream all around her. No matter how much she tried to cover her ears in an attempt dampen the noise, the scream didn't die down. It soon proved to be to much for her as it forced her onto her knees.
Where am I? What is going on? Farore wondered as she tried to fight through the scream, but it proved to be useless. What is causing this scream? She looked around for an answer, but couldn't see anything other then the trees.
Wait... Could all of this screaming be caused by the trees? It was possible, but how could she tell? She focused her mind on the screams, and nothing else. As she did so, she began to understand what the screaming was about. The trees were in a great amount of pain as they were burning in an inferno. As she heard this, sorrow gripped ahold of Farore as she wished she would be able to help. However, she couldn't in the state she was in.
The screams began to die down as a tear formed in her eye. The tear ran down her face as it fell into the still pond in front of her, causing the water and her reflection to ripple. She looked down at the reflection as she found that the face that was staring back at her was not her own. Instead it was the dragon that Kialandi had showed her when she had first awaken. A name then revealed itself inside Farore's mind.
Silvara...
Farore continued to lay on the forest floor, having not move since she fell unconscious. Her skin began to pale as her breathing became shallow, and her heartbeat became beat. Her face had a sorrowful look upon it as silent tears escaped from her eyes.
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Post by Brenton on Aug 21, 2013 15:13:28 GMT -5
Shaelren had been unable to follow the others toward Moratensis after the boy had disappeared into the trees but he would find him if it took all of his life to kill the boy. For some reason, hurting trees and nature hurt him more than any other elf but that was because he had been taught by a Dragon Spirit. Kialandi had been half conscious when he had sent Shaelren after Moratensis and now Shaelren came across another person on the ground in a similar pain. He dropped to the ground and slapped the horse to get it to go back to Ellesmera. He bent at the knees and pulled Farore into his arms softly before taking off toward the city. There were times that he was surprised by his strength and speed but now Shaelren was relying upon the heightened abilities.
As he entered the city, Shaelren saw Kialandi walking around weakly but the man sprinted over to help him take Farore to lie down and regain consciousness. Shaelren took a look at the woman and then at Kialandi. "She is the same as you and you know it, Kialandi. Why do you not tell her what she is so she can know not to go into harmful situations like that?" Kialandi shrugged. It is not my place to tell her that she is a Dragon Spirit unless she asks me to tell her. I will not do what she does not wish me to.
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Post by Aelodil on Aug 26, 2013 12:17:32 GMT -5
He knew what he had done wrong. He had stolen lives. No. Denial. The forest was alive, and he had slaughtered it. Brutally murdering it. Taking out the orbs of energy he had managed to steal, he looked at the forest with doubt. He would have to return it. Making his way to Ellesmera, he travelled and continued on his way. As the first Elven guards saw him, they sneered and immediately aimed with their bows. Before they could shoot him however, he muttered something that surprised them. Reluctantly, they put their arrows and bows away and allowed him passage. Walking to the forest, he walked aimlessly toward the Elf who had sung herself into the trees. Suddenly, the roots sprung up and the trunks twisted around him painfully, crushing him. He managed to gasp into the spirit's mind why he had come back and slowly, the trees receded. Kneeling down, Moratensis realized that all of the Elves must have felt him and that they were there. Watching him.
Placing down the 9 orbs whose energy he had stolen, he began to give it back to the forest, slowly, but surely. After around 5 hours he finished as the last of the orbs but the one orb he still had that belonged to him dispersed into the trees. Just as he finished, 4 elves surrounded him and chained him, taking him into the city. He did not fight back, knowing he was to be sentenced to a dungeon for the rest of his life. He took the punishment willingly, knowing what he had done was wrong. As they dragged him to the dungeon, he saw many people suddenly be relieved at the energy being returned to the forest. Little did he know that these elves were actually Dragon Spirits. He smiled weakly. As he reached the dungeon, he passed by the king who he did not bat an eye at. He sat down in his dungeon, but refused to give up his belongings. To that, he was glad that one of the elves offered to guard him if he kept his belongings. Reluctantly, the warden accepted. And he sat there, repenting on what he had done that day.
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