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Username: Kittallia
Full Name: Kittallia S.
Nick Names: The blue fox lady
Age: Unknown
Gender: female
Height: ‘5”4
Weight: 105.5 lbs
Orientation: single and straight
Appearance: ((See Sig for pic))
Likes: Other foxes, men, fighting, hunting and travelling
Dislikes: Cocky humans!!
General Personality: Flirty and over all a nice, decent person that enjoys having fun.
History: Her real life parents abandoned Kittallia when she was considered an “abomination” to mankind. Thought as a disease or blessing, she was born a rare half demon. A kitsune or half fox demon. But she was not just a normal kitsune, she was a rare blue kitsune and cast aside. Living on her own in a human village, she made friends with the strangest creatures and earned a living for some time. After so many years, she got tired of the same village and set out on a journey to find out who she really was and why her parents abandoned her.
 Kittallia Nitemare · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |
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Warrior in the Hills
Part 1: A Mysterious Warrior
Part 1: The Mysterious Warrior
In a village known to few, but populated with many, a boy of 18 was about to have his life changed forever. Dominick was a young trainee in the Warriors Guild. His father was one of the commanding officers of the Warriors Guild, and so, he was able to join early in age. Dominick had short brown hair that seemed to vaguely curl at the ends and would drive him crazy in his training. His bright sky blue eyes highlighted his personality quite well and brought the attention of many girls. After training for some years, he had built up in muscular stability and trained at home, helping with the farming of his parent’s field.
On a bright summer morning, working in the fields, Dominick heard some horses coming down the hillside into the village. Dropping his tools and looking up with a curious look, he noticed some armoured men on fancy horses ride past him and stops at his house. In an instant, he darted over; jumping over the fence in a swift movement, then ran up to his father who had been reading a parchment paper given to him by the messenger. His face grew grim as he read on, the horsemen looking content and probably melting in all their armour and clothes but showed no movement to cool off.
Dominick’s father handed back the parchment and without saying a word, turned and walked back inside the house, leaving the horsemen, messenger and the confused Dominick outside. The head messenger looked slightly angered as he hopped off his horse and headed to the door as the other horsemen turned and went off, looking like they were headed to the next house.
Dominick quickly ran over, in front of the messenger and inside as his father walked back outside, shortly followed by his mother who was crying and pleading for him to come back and stay inside. Dominick didn’t understand what was going on as he watched his father carry a large bag on his back and his gun slung on his back. Glancing from his mother to his father then to the messenger, he finally caught on to what was going on and ran up to his father’s side, looking at him like it was the last time he would ever see his father again and sobbed.
It was all he could do before his father leapt up onto his own horse that had been tied up around the side of the house, and took off to follow the other horsemen. Dominick’s mother ran to the end of the farm and watched her husband head off with the messengers, her red, watery eyes gazing at him as if it was goodbye forever.
When his mother finally came back inside, Dominick had some tea and watched her carefully as she sauntered in and sat in her usual chair by the fireplace. Dominick was concerned, but said nothing. He just served more tea to his mother then went outside back to his work.
Once he got outside, he walked over, through the gate instead of leaping over it and walked back to the middle of the field where he saw his tools. As he was about to pick them up, a loud gunshot caught his attention and he looked up towards the hills to north of his farm. Far off in the distance, on the side of The Great Hill, a warrior dressed in all black armour with a red trim rode on a black stallion, right towards him! Frozen from either confusion or curiosity, he stood still and watched this mysterious warrior gallop towards him. In a blink of an eye, the mysterious warrior vanished and Dominick fell unconscious to the ground.
When Dominick woke up, he noticed he had been brought to his bed and was lying down. As he slowly moved, he flinched and gripped his side in pain, like a horse had kicked him in the side. He found out that his mother had found him about an hour later and dragged him inside to his bed then called a doctor to see if he was ok. Although the doctor had no idea what had happened, Dominick knew it had some thing to do with that warrior in the hills the other day.
Soon as he was able to move around better, he grabbed his sack and filled it with food and supplies then headed to the hill to try and figure out what he had seen. For the first time, he had completely forgotten about his training in the Warriors Guild and took on his new mission, to solve this mysterious warrior. Racing across the field and chasing after some chickens as he went, he headed towards the tunnel leading to the base of the hills. He paused for a moment at the opening of the dark tunnel, listening to the horses pass by over top with carts and wagons; he began his journey into the tunnel and hoped to find something worth while on the other side. His curiosity was driving him to continue but his fear of knowing what it could be, kept him from moving to fast ahead of himself.
Slowly making his way to the base of The Great Hill, his mind raced with thoughts of what he saw the other day. A warrior? Or something else? He thought as he came out of the tunnel and the bright sun hit his face. He looked up and took in the sunlight as if a plant absorbing its power. He smiled while squinting at the sun then glanced at the hills and almost shook with fear but knew he had to see for himself, what was really up there.
Feeling almost sick to his stomach, he found the small dirt path that led its way around the hill and set off. He had been on the hill many times at a younger age, heard stories of creatures and demons living there. Dominick was never the sort to believe them, but the one to follow and find them. When some thing didn’t seem ordinary, he was the first to figure it out.
So as he came along the path, he noticed no horse prints or recent footprints anywhere near he saw the warrior. He continued to the top of the hill, a 30-minute walk up, and sat in a grassy area that over looked the village. Taking in the cool air and warm sunlight, he looked around the village and saw the fields that have been getting worse every year.
Every year for the past 4 years, old members of the Warriors Guild have been called into the call of duty. There was a war going on in the neighbouring lands that was slowly making its way towards there village, and as a solution to the war going on, the Warriors Guild offered to send its best fighters. Many left and very few would return. Dominick’s father was one of the many men who would join forces to save the village, but would not return.
He glanced over towards his farm and house and saw his mother out in the back, feeding the animals with the same look on her face when his father left. Standing up slowly and brushing off his pants, he looked up and saw, just down the same dirt path, the warrior stood, and no horse in sight, just the black armoured warrior. Walking towards the warrior, as if in a trance; he left his gear and followed the warrior as he started to walk down the path.
He followed the warrior down the dirt path towards the Great Hill, in the middle of the village. Dominick stopped and watched him continue then looked around to make sure no one was following or watching then took off to find him. He darted up the path then came out to a large opening at the top with a circle of trees to hide it. He looked around and saw a large stone tablet in the middle. It was circular with some strange markings on it.
Glancing around and taking a better look, he noticed stone pillars right inside the circle of trees with the same markings. Walking over slowly, he studied the markings on the table in the middle and shrugged, having no idea what it meant, and continued to walk around, glancing around to see if he could see the warrior.
Just then, out from the trees, the warrior jumped out and landed onto the stone tablet and growled like some sort of creature.
Dominick jumped and ran back behind a stone pillar, thinking that would do much good with a warrior like him. The warrior just stood and watched with him great interest as Dominick slowly came out from behind the pillar and walked over to him and noticed the markings glowing when the warrior had gotten close.
The strange warrior watched him through his mask as Dominick walked around, inspecting him like he was a piece of art. Finally, as if triggered, the warrior jumped down from the tablet. Dominick flinched and stood face to face with this mysterious warrior, sweat rolling down the side of his face as his hands shook faintly.
“I’ve been watching you, Dominick…” The warrior spoke in a low tone, as if of old age, while walking around Dominick slowly, watching him tried to hide the shaking in his arms. “They took your father to join this…pathetic…war they have going on.” He stood back in front of Dominick and glared at him with his glowing red eyes and slowly moved for his large katana that was sheathed on his right side. Dominick gripped his hand into a fist as more sweat dripped from his chin as he waited for some thing to happen. With a soft click, the warrior drew his katana, Dominick closing his eyes, the warrior held it out in his hands for him.
Opening his right eye slowly and glancing down, he blinked in confusion, as the warrior presented the katana, “a gift,” was all that the warrior said to him as Dominick slowly took the katana from his hands. The instant the katana left his hands, the warrior turned to a shiny black dust that twirled around in a cyclone formation then was sucked into the black gem on the pommel. The fusion of the warrior and katana almost sent Dominick backwards, but carefully held his ground.
When the spectacle was over, Dominick stood there amazed at the katana. It had some strange language carved into the sheath as he inspected it. Thinking nothing of the carvings, he quickly unsheathed the katana and swung it around as if battling an imaginary enemy. He laughed at himself for a moment as she stood there staring at this mysterious katana. Carefully sheathing it back and attaching it to his belt looked around and made a mental note to come back the following morning.
Although he had left earlier in the day, the sun was already starting to lower and he still had much work needed to be done, as well as his training, so he headed towards the dirt path, but before leaving the opening, he looked around, as if to see that same mysterious warrior upon the tablet.
Part 2: Nicodemus: The great
The following morning, Dominick awoke to find his mother still grieving over the loss of her husband to the dreadful war. Recalling the events, he decided she didn’t need any more to worry about. He left his mother, carrying the katana with him on his back, and ran outside. He had walked passed his field and his barn without thinking about his chores and took off towards the hill once again. Running past the other villagers, all waving a greeting to him, he ran down the road to the start of the path and looked up towards the top, hoping to see that mysterious warrior. Knowing nothing and wanting to learn everything drove him to something he was not ready for.
Arriving at the top of the hill where the stone tablet should have been, he noticed nothing. The stone tablet was gone and all that was left was an open field. Dismayed at the scene, he walked over and sat under a tree while taking the katana off his back and unsheathing it, to take a better look. Noticing the strange markings and inscriptions on the blade, he tried to read it. Once…twice… then finally a third time, he managed to pronounce it right and the blade burst into red light as Dominick flung the katana away from him to cover his eyes.
Once the light settled down to a low glow, Dominick lowered his hands from his face and blinked a couple of times before noticing the blade was glowing red. Carefully moving onto his hands and knees, he crawled over slowly towards the katana. Feeling the blade almost pulsating, he grabbed the pommel and stood up while swinging it around, feeling the power. After swinging the katana around a few times, a surge of red electricity flew out of the pommel and the red glow of the blade flowed from the pommel into his hand and up his arm. Freaking out, he tried to throw the katana away once again, but the sword seemed almost glued to his hand and quite impossible to release. In pain, Dominick yelled and violently tried to release his grip, but failed as his whole body shone bright red, while his eyes glowed a very bright blue. In a flash the light faded and he fell to the ground and onto his hands and knees, the katana beside him, back to normal.
When Dominick finally opened his eyes, he recalled something being yelled out in his mind, a man’s voice calling out to him to seek out the elves and something about Nicodemus. Gasping for air from his sudden power charge, he crawled back away from the katana, towards the tree and leaned against it. When he turned around, he went wide-eyed in shock to see the katana was gone! Looking around, he saw nothing, but felt a heavy weight on his belt and noticed the katana was sheathed nicely, hanging off his belt. Confused beyond belief, he shook his sense and took off back down the path as he noticed it was just past lunch. Knowing his mother would need him soon, he headed home, thinking about what had just happened and if he was seeing things and should seek out help.
Arriving back at home, he rushed through the door and straight to his room where he dropped the katana on his bed and headed back down the stairs, but before he left his room, he double-checked to make sure it was still there before leaving. Jumping down the stairs in a cheery manner, his mother looked at him surprised, but he just smiled and went straight to the kitchen to help make some stew and tea.
Sitting back in front of the fireplace after eating, his mother stared into the fire, probably thinking about her husband, Dominick fled back to his room, curious to see what the katana had done this time. As he opened his door to his room, he carefully peered inside to make sure nothing else was going to electrify him, then came right in and closed the door behind him.
The katana had been in the exact same place he had left it, as Dominick let out a long sigh of relief, and noticed it wasn’t glowing anymore. Remembering what it had done to him, he threw off his shirt and checked to see if he was still glowing. Relieved to know he wasn’t, he thought about the name he heard. Nicodemus. Who is this person? He thought about that for a long time. His mind was racing with ideas of who it could be or even what it could be. Lying back on his bed, he stared at the ceiling for a long time before picked up the katana and looking it over. On one side of the katana, it had the inscription that got him into this mess, but on the other it was shorter and less complicated. He could recognize it from one of his books; a trainee of the Warriors Guild must always know his different languages.
Dropping the katana, he got up and went to an old looking, beaten up bookshelf that had maybe 2 working shelves and grabbed a large book. Careful not to damage it, he went to his bed and opened it up, flipping through the pages; he passed over creatures and maps then to the battle maps where it told stories of some of the famous leaders. Glancing through the pages and reading over some of the events, which he had skipped over when at the Guild, he came across a story.
The Great Warrior
Nicodemus
Long time ago, a great warrior by the name of Nicodemus, a human warrior, came to the elves in attempts to bring the humans and elves together to battle off the great Leagra. A powerful beast that dominated the lands with her attempts to destroy the elven, and human races. Nicodemus came above the rest and rose to battle, uniting the two races together and beating Leagra’s force. Amongst the battle and bloodshed Leagra vanished, never to be seen again.
It took him a few moments before he caught on and realized that was the guy. Nicodemus. Jumping up, flinging the katana and book away, he knew he had to seek out the elves to find out more and what happened after. Rushing around, gathering his things into a bag, he paused then dropped his stuff and wondered what on earth am I doing? No idea where the elves were or how to get there, he sat on his bed and stared at the katana on his bed. Nicodemus eh? I have to find them and figure out why this is happening. Picking up the katana, and strapping it to his belt, he let out a long sigh. Pulling his bag onto his back and grabbing the book, he carefully and quietly snuck down the stairs, noticing his mother asleep in her chair, and ran to the door.
Part 3: The Nightly Vendor
Walking along the road, leaving his home felt strange to him. Dominick had to pause three times at his gate, glancing back, before actually heading out. He felt horrible for leaving his mother at this time, but he couldn’t explain he had to go on a search for these elves because a glowing katana told him to. He smiled as he thought about the conversation him and his mother would have had if he had of stayed and tried to explain it.
He made his usually walk, past his neighbours he has known his whole life and wondered if he went on this journey, would he see them again. Would he ever get that annoying “morning” from every person he passed or the constant waving? Rushed with these questions, he felt almost drawn more and more to keep going forward and away from his normal life style.
As he walked on, he stopped by the path that led to the place where it had all started and thought, I hope this is what you want. Then smiled and turned back onto the path that led to his freedom and the new life Dominick had chosen, weather it be the right one or not, he was on it.
He had never left the village, for as long as he could remember he had lived there in that small village his whole life. He was half excited and half scared to death to possible find out he is a dead man. As he came up to the main gate of his village and his questionable freedom, he looked back and gave a last wave goodbye, even though it was to no one, he felt good about it. Then he took his first step out of the village and began his journey.
Walking for hours and hours, stopping every 10 minutes to rest and feeling that this might have been a bad idea, Dominick sighed. He sat on a rock at the side of the road, drinking some water; he looked around, as if hoping he would see some pass by. Just when he was about to feel completely hopeless, he saw off in the distance what seemed to be a horse drawn wagon. It was a passing vendor who by chance happened to be on the same path as Dominick.
Rushing out onto the road to stop the vendor, he felt his pride returned and hope restored as the vendor slowed down and smiled with a nod of his hat. The short little fellow had to have been a gnome of some sort as Dominick pointed out as he jumped up beside the man. The little gnome wore very beat up clothing that was torn in several places and wore an extremely large straw hat upon his half baldhead.
Careful not to say anything rude or make any remarks, they stayed quiet, talking about minor things like the weather and what the vendor was selling. So happens he was a jewellery vendor and sold many gems and was willing to buy any Dominick had, which he didn’t. While resting from his long walk, he stared up at the night sky, watching the stars, wondering if his mother would wake up and notice he had been missing. After about 10 minutes of watching the stars, Dominick had drifted to sleep and dreamt of this “Nicodemus” guy and what he looked like.
His dreams switched from Nicodemus to where in the world the elves could be hiding. Thinking about the book, his mind rushed through the pages looking over the map and then a flash of a map piece where there was no name for, popped into his head and at that instant, he awoke to find the vendor gone and the wagon parked with the horses tied to a pole.
Getting up, rubbing his head from the bumpy road, he looked around to see where he was and noticed he was in a town. It was quite small with a pub, salon, a few houses and a large barn. It was definitely run down and beat up, but seemed to be a good pit stop for vendors. Seeing there were at the pub, Dominick walked inside and noticed the strangest creatures sitting around tables, drinking their ales and laughing. Gnomes, taurens and even gnolls were all situated through out the pub. Being the only human, Dominick felt a little awkward and quickly rushed to the back in a low-lighted table where he saw the vendor sitting.
The bartender came by for Dominick to order ale, and then took off in the back as him and the vendor made small talk. The vendor asked where he was headed and what he was looking for, but Dominick stayed quiet about it and just sat in silence for the next few hours.
When the vendor and Dominick parted ways, Dominick realized how much he truly missed his home and a real cooked meal. It was quite dark out as he walked along the side of the dirt road, thinking about his mother and what she would have cooked if he was home. His mouth watering from the thought of the roast beef or stew she always loved to make.
In his daydream state, he managed to trip over a rock and tumble into the brush of the forest. With a thud of his back hitting a tree trunk, he opened his eyes and groaned in pain as he slowly picked himself up, back onto his feet. Glancing around, he noticed he was in an open field of grass with a river ahead of him.
Kittallia Nitemare · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 01:13am · 0 Comments |
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Life of a Wizard
Chapter 1: A Royal Death
The day was coming to an end and darkness fell upon the land like a black blanket. It was a cool night with a slight chill to the fingertips. The wizards of Wintical, in the capital city of Cwiv, were all laying about in their homes with no worry crossing their minds of the events soon to come. A strange storm creped up on the lands as the rain fell hard. The thunder struck across the skies like a loud clash of metal hitting the floor. The lightning lit up the skies like never before seen. As the citizens of Wintical slowly closed up for the night, a sacred family, atop a hill in the middle of the city, ran about keeping watch on the storm approaching. Their house was by the far the largest and oldest mansion in the capital, showing how important they were. This was the household of the greatest legacy known to wizard. The Cassie’s. They have been, for as long as any one can remember, the rulers of Wintical, from generation to generation.
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After the War with the Dragons, not many royal of the bloodlines were left to defend the kingdom, so Lady and Lord Cassie were sent to defend the lands. They proved to be one of the greatest rulers of all time after the war. The Lady of the house was a beautiful young lady by the name of Sam. She was a trained medic wizard when she was in the war, but now lives to serve her people. Sam loves to dress in elegant dresses embroidered with gold and silver. Her fair skin and bright blue eyes radiate her long flowing blonde hair as she stands tall beside her husband Tim. Tim was a trained warrior during the war, fought with his people and watched his city change in a new way. He was a powerfully built man with slightly darker skin then Sam and seems to wear a lot of black kimonos with flaring red dragons. His short, dark brown hair hides his green eyes.
After several years of being rulers, Sam got pregnant with a beautiful baby girl named Katie. The day of her birth was quite unusual. When Katie was brought into the world they had discovered a terrible power lurking inside her. Her parents thought none of it and loved her terribly. She grew up with her mother’s eyes and her father’s hair, which was unusual for a baby girl. Another unusual genetic she gained was her power, which she did not only gain her mother’s interest in herbs and medicine but her father’s fierce energy and strength. An Amazing gift but also a terrible weapon if she is taken into the wrong hands. Keeping this secret was the hardest part.
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Tim was pacing the room, collecting papers from his workers, and gathering information on this sudden storm. Frustrated with the lack of results from so many papers, he sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked over to where Sam was, sitting on the floor on a carpet, playing with Katie. He smiled slightly, and then slowly walked over. The instant Sam heard his footsteps, she looked up and stared at his saddened face. “Oh Tim, what on earth is happening out there?” She sighed then lifted Katie up onto her lap as Tim sat down beside her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
He sighed again, then kissed her cheek and replied, “I have no idea what’s going on, and we can’t get any other information from any other cities because of the storm. The best we can do is wait it out and hope for the best my dear.” Being Katie’s age, she had no idea what was to unfold. She played with her mother’s hair, and giggled away as if everything was fine. Sam dropped a couple of herbs into Katie’s hands as she lowered her to the ground. While Katie played with the herbs, Sam and Tim walked off towards the workers to discuss the situation. Being a current mother, Sam had no real control but did listen in to suggest any further investigations towards the storm. They glanced over many times to check up on Katie, still crawling around, giggling away, and playing like most children would do.
While Sam and Tim talked away, Katie began to crawl off towards the window in an adventurous attempt. Luckily one of the workers saw her and ran over.
“Little missy, where do you think your going? Here we go,” he lifted her up gently and carried her back to where she was sitting on the floor, “ there you go, much better. Don’t be running off now, you’ll scare your mother out of her wits!” He chuckled then ran off to aid another worker. Katie just titled her head in confusion then looked around for her parents. Seeing them off, still talking, she began her crawl again towards the monstrous window. The large window had carvings of dragons all around the wooden border. The bright blue tinted windows seemed to be what Katie was after. She got to the window and held onto the bottom wooden border for dear life as she stared into the blue glass. Mesmerized by the colour she giggled and tried to grab the glass with her little fingers.
With the loud commotion of the workers and machines running, it was almost impossible to hear the high-pitched scream of a child. The workers glanced around, shocked and confused, looking for the source. Sam and Tim both yelled for everyone to get down and prepare for anything. They both looked at each other then wandered around the room, looking at everyone and everything, checking to make sure it was clear. That’s when it hit them. Katie. Sam screamed as she ran over to the carpet she left her and screamed again and fainted as she noticed Katie was nowhere to be found. Swiftly, Tim came running up behind Sam and her caught as she fell backwards. He grinded his teeth in anger, realizing what was going on. Just then, the window smashed inwards and winds came howling in loudly. With a slight push from the wind, everyone flinched then ran over to the aid of Sam, as Tim lost his balance and released Sam to fall to the floor. The workers helped her up and held onto her as Tim steadied himself and slowly, fighting against the wind, walked toward the window. The workers tried frantically to wake Sam up from her restless sleep as Tim yelled out, “Katie! Where are you? Please darling come out. No more hide and seek.” His eyes watered as the wind blew harder against his face. He staggered to the window and grabbed onto the ledge, then he looked around outside in the darkness. With nothing more then darkness and the cold breeze, he turned back to the workers, helping Sam, and sighed. Just then a howling gust of wind came blowing through the window and almost knocked half the workers over. Tim turned around immediately, after almost being pushed over, and looked back to the window to see what seemed to be the darkness seeping in onto the ceiling, walls and floors. The black liquid dripped from the window ledge and leaked down onto the floor as the workers backed off quickly in horrified confusion. Tim slowly walked forward to investigate what was going on. As he struggled to the window and touched the window ledge, the wind just suddenly stopped and died away, killing even sound itself.
Not a sound could be heard as Tim tapped the wood with a confused look upon his face. Something was not right but he couldn’t understand what. As the black liquid reached the floor, it rose up like a black blob and slowly took the form of a Kigaan. Small devil like creatures with oversized fangs, claws and wings. They are known for their bad temper and hatred towards the humans, as well as their razor sharp, dagger like tail. The vicious little creatures had extremely large black eyes, for seeing in the dark, and were known to live in a place called Helliano. As the creatures rose from the black liquid, the place became complete chaos, people screaming, Tim shouting orders and Sam still unconscious and unaware of the danger around her. As Tim and some workers formed a line between the Kigaan’s and Sam, the Kigaan’s screeched loudly, piercing the ears of their enemies. With Tim’s workers now in dire pain, he grabbed his staff from where it leaned up against a wall and swung it around his arm then struck forward at them, sending a surge of electricity. The Kigaan’s dove into the black liquid below them and were almost sucked back out the window. Completely lost and confused, Tim stood there staring, almost waiting for something else to occur.
Everyone watched the black liquid darkness leak from the ceiling in horror. Sam groaned in pain as she rubbed her head and blinked. Tim gasped then ran over to her side and kneeled down beside her, “Sam! Are you alright?” He cried out to her while keeping his arm around her to support her from falling over. Sam made no response, other then some cries in pain. As Tim was tending to Sam, a female workers scream pierced through the air and through the ears of everyone in the room. Instantly Tim looked to the window to see the female worker surrounded by Kigaan’s and a dark figure hovering in the air.
Kittallia Nitemare · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 01:09am · 0 Comments |
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