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Omnivorish

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#26
"Thank you" Brazensong replies, grabs the oranges the rushes out the grocery back to where that injured halforc was. Coming down the alley, he meets the halforc once again and peels then hands him the oranges, "Here you go, can i get your name by any chance?"
 

Cyan_

Junior Member
#27
"Cade," he yawns. "You?" He takes an orange but his eyes flash wide as he realizes his pockets are feeling a little lighter. He eyes Brazensong suspiciously. "Did un' of you take mah coin?" he asks slowly, grabbing at his pockets to find that the pouch is indeed missing. He curses under his breath, muttering, "Knew I'd been mugged!"
 
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Grimsvald

Elder Member
#28
@Greenstalker
Just as the woman begins to explain the detail to caring for these plants. “Sarah likes to sunbathe and plenty of water while Ce...” She is stoppes in her tracks. Everyone is. The city is shaken to its core by a thinderous explosion. Windows rattle and merchandise falls from shelves around you.

@Cyan_ & @Omnivorish
Just as accusations begin to fly debris begins to fall. A huge wxplosion shakes the whole city. The two helping men run off in a hurry, probably with extra money in hand. A massive plume of smoke rises from the north side of the city and people begin to scream.
 

Greenstalker

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#29
Keaxusha tries to keep at least the catnips safe from shelves but he prioritize Sarah and Celie. He looks at woman and asks "Arre youu okay meow" The question was just a formality though. After shaking stops he puts Sarah and Celie on floor at a rather safe spot. "I will come back for them please keep them safe for me" He drops another two silver piece in palm of woman and dashes out to check what is going on. If he realizes the smokes and screams he will head to that direction.

Acrobatics result is 5+3=8
Perception result is 15+4=19
 
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Omnivorish

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#30
"Those two must've taken your coin", Brazensong said spur of the moment to make Cade trust him[Persuasion: 21], though he wasn't sure. Unwilling to leave Cade sitting there where he could be struck by debris, he attempts to put his arm around his shoulder and assist him in walking...
 

Umber

Rays of Sunshine
#31
The Apprentice of Meriaroth strode towards the famed Temple of Ilmater with a sleeping frog perched atop his head. Slowing slightly to observe the hallowed halls, Calvin decided that he found the building to be lacking. White was such a boring colour and it was made up of wood that looked as if it had been plucked directly from a forest and cobbled together into vaguely resembling a building by a bunch of drunken dwarves. (The stone, naturally, seems to of been crafted by high elves, if you catch my meaning. Yeah, I'll show myself out.) That was a bit of an exaggeration but none the less Calvin thought such a monumental sanctuary would and should look far more grandiose. It seemed almost irreverent. Surely they could afford more! Well, Shaldra~zin had, for some unknown reason, emptied the old Temple's treasury when he ended the Planar War...

He reached the entrance and a slight irrational fear stalled him, held him underneath the twin pillars. He stared at the clasped hands and blood red ribbon draped over them and wondered where this hesitance to enter came from. As his mind drifted, so too did his gaze. His eyes fell on the city around him. He quickly shook his head, there was nothing better to do then act, so he took a step forward.
Unseen Servant was Ritual-casted about ten minutes ago. He likes having one at all times. It'll become fairly obvious why during the roleplay.
He has a fey Familiar, named Ologolor (it prefers Gorbs), that is currently in the form of a frog.
I rolled and got a Natural 20. For - You'll see.
I rolled again by accident and got a three.
Cantrips: Fire Bolt, Shocking Grasp, Minor Illusion

Prepared Spells: Sleep, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Sheild.
Ritual Spells: Detect Magic, Find Familiar, Unseen Servant
Spell Slots:
1st = :bishiesparklesl::bishiesparklesl: (2)
 
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Cyan_

Junior Member
#32
[Insight: 14] Cade's face pulls into a frown, upset by the theft, but allows Brazensong to guide him. "The boom," he says quietly. He squints, the sound of screaming piercing his ears. "We should go help them," he says immediately (although his words are still coming out delayed). He gulps down a piece of orange, suddenly realizing how hungry he is...
 

Grimsvald

Elder Member
#33
@Umber
As you step through the temple’s threshold your hesitations linger. Intuition twists your gut and pumps cold blood to your numb fingertips. There is something wrong hanging heavy in the air here yet no one else feels it. You take a deep breath and scan the room with every sense.

When your eyes sweep the large prayer room you perceive nothing out of order. Uneven wooden floors are layed out under uncomfortable praying knees. Plain white walls bring notice to ornate armors on stands. This is the most interesting sight in the room, not unusual for most temples, but a temple to a pasifist god? It seems out of place.

Your nose twitches as it pulls in the sent of cheap insence burning and plates of flowers sitting in oils. Sandlewood and jasmin that are nearly overpowering. There is something else here....some smell that lays beneath it all. You venture a guess at sulfer or salts? You know that some purfume venders will salt there shops to open nasal passages for older customers to smell the product, but that has no place here.

Your ears bring you the evidence you craved. Beyond the genlte mumbles of prayer you hear paniced footsteps rushing towards the top floor, heavy breathing of a runner ready to scream. Someone charges into the opposite side of the room screaming, “Everyone run!”

The armors come free from the walls and start to cut down the priests as they rise off their knees to run. Heads roll and mayham breaks out. Noble or not you can trust in an orc to sense oncoming war.

As the young girl crosses the room she is consumed by the frey, only for a second. An old priest pulls her free from swinging steels and throws her into you. You both fall backwards and tumble down the steps. “Run!” He screams and blocks the door way you were just standing in. “Run for your lives!”

The girl grabs you and leads you down the steps at full clip. “Trust me, he means it.” The old man is quickly overwhelmed. As a dozen swords skewer him he glows bright as the sun. A defening boom turns the world black. You wake up at the bottom of the temple steps with ash and splints of wood raining down on you. The girl is crying, screaming and trying her damndest to pull you free from some stones that pin you down.
 

Grimsvald

Elder Member
#34
@Greenstalker
You nearly catch each plant, but save nothing. Each one shatters just beyond your grasp or just after your fingera lick the side of it. To an onlooker it may even look as though you were slapping away each item as it fell. Your purchase is safe. As you turn it over to the care of the shop owner she agrees to hold them for you and ducks behind her counter with the plants to shelter herseld from debris.

@Omnivorish and @Cyan_

Cade can see that the man helping him was not the thief. Most likly the two men running away were the thieves, but this explosion was more than a perfect oportunity to get away. There was no catching them in this condition. Cade could feel the oranges at work. Things were begining to speed up.
 

Cyan_

Junior Member
#35
As Cade's mind clears, he now takes the lead, pulling Brazensong to the source of the explosion, an area of the city he had never really gone before. "Never got your name," he says to the fellow half-orc, intending to walk at a brisk pace.
 

Greenstalker

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#36
Keaxusha runs towards where people are running from not the smartest thing to do but than again Keaxusha was not the smart type of person and he was already in one of curiosity fits that is typical to his race. It can be even said this explosion and panic it created was perfect divine intervention for Keaxusha to not start a random buying spree of useless but interesting objects in the market. He thanked Talicid for his guidance under his breath as he approaches to source of all this chaos.
 

Grimsvald

Elder Member
#37
All of you come together at a single point, the temple. The colossal building is left in ruins. It is just a tall stone stairway to nothing. At the bottom of the stairs, where you find yourselves, there is a young girl trying to pull someone from the wreckage. It is clear that she cannot do it on her own.
(Anyone who would like to help her may make a strength check with advantage.)

Stone, wood and steel debris rains down from above. There are a few places to take cover under building overhangs and beneath broken merchant stands. (Those who dont take cover must make a dexterity saving throw.)
 

Cyan_

Junior Member
#38
Cade is quick to kneel next to the girl, his hands helping her to burrow through the wreckage, no questions asked [STR-check: 19]. It is a very good thing he's starting to move at full speed again. While he digs, signs of tension working his face, debris is free to fall down on him if he's not quick enough [DEX-save: 9]...
 

Grimsvald

Elder Member
#39
Cade manages to pull the half orc from the pile of stone, but feels the sting of a falling rock slamming into his right shoulder. Bone cracks and the joint weakens. ( take 3 damage and do not add your strength mod to your main hand attacks until healed or long rest.)

At this time armored figures begin to push people out of their houses and kill them in the streets. People run, kneel and grovel while they are struck down. The number of foes building throughout the city is daunting. Even city guards are being overwhelmed and pushed back to their guard towers in the south end of town.
 

Omnivorish

Professional Nom-nommer
#40
Brazensong also attempt to dodge...[DEX:12]

Despite whether he's hit and as long as he's still conscious he rushes over to the half orc he helped earlier, "Are you ok?", Zen asks, "And my name is Brazensong by the way, you can call me Zen if you'd like."
 

Cyan_

Junior Member
#41
Cade winces and clutches his shoulder, biting at his tongue to suppress an un-orc-like scream. "Glad to meet ya, Zen," he huffs out. As he watches the forces move throughout the city, he pulls the fallen half-orc to his feet and asks, "Can you stand? We got ta move." He slides himself under a merchant stand to avoid further injury and urges the others to do the same. The back of his mind is surprised at the interesting coincidence that they are all half-orc. Well, besides the girl. Looking at her, he asks, "You okay? Where your parents at?"
 

Greenstalker

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#42
Keaxusha hides behind a corner of a closeby house and watches two half-orc and a little girl trying to help another half-orc and getting hit by debris in the process he yells towards them. "come here quick meow" he does not like orcs because a tribe overrun his homeland in the past but he is not that dense to count half-ocs as ones responsible and he might even consider some other orc tribes quiet reasonable. Keaxusha tries to analyse situation but it seems there is only two course of action. Either run out of city which might be leading to a death trap or try to shelter in some sort of keep and it ill be easier to achieve either with a group rather than alone. He waits for half-orcs reaction to his call and if they ignore him he will be heading towards them. If they approaches him he will wait them. In either case he draws his light crossbow and rubs the tiger eye crystal over his fingerless glove that acts as his arcane focus ready to cast a spell if needed.
 

Umber

Rays of Sunshine
#43
Calvin has been silent for a while now, only moving when pulled by others be it the girl or that half-orc who helped him. Baring that he remained still. Partly this because of the damage he took from the explosion, though he has taken comparable hits before. In truth, the main reason he was unmoving was fear. The brutal butchery of the temple's clergy was burned into his mind. The living amour spillled blood with a vengeance. Too many innocent lives were cut short in an instant.

And he enjoyed it.

All of it. All of the mayhem, violence and death. He relished the despair etched onto each priest's face as they made their hopeless flight, he gaped in awe of the swift strikes of the swordsmen felling their hapless foes and he stood mesmerized by the fountains of blood that erupted when the blades struck true. All of it appealed to a primal part inside him, an innate savagery enjoyed the carnage. And that scared him more than anything else.

Back then he watched one of the knightly butchers swing their steel blade at a young girl and eagerly anticipated her grisly demise. It was only when she was literally thrown right at him that his trance was broken. It was then that all of his mind fully realised that she was real. That it was all real; that he had just stood there watching them die. Heh, it was a wonder why the girl did not flee from him! Perhaps she mistook his hideous delight for mere shock?

The rest was a blur of bright light and darkness. His mind was completely blank. Currently, he distantly recognised the sound of conversation but heard nothing- did one of them meow?, He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, slowly trying to calm himself. Slowly thoughts started funnelling back into his head until they eventually started to swirl around his head like droplets of water in a stormy sea. He had questions, far too many questions. The predominant one being:

"What are those things?" The words almost didn't leave his mouth, they were barely a whisper.

He looked at one of animated(?) suits of armour, one of the many in the horde slaughtering all who stood in their path. Suppressing his.. mixed feelings he began to wonder. Did he know anything about them? Had he read anything regarding animated suits of armour? What would harm them? How did they see? How did they think? Did they even think? Did the girl know what they are? Should he ask her? No, he could scarcely bear to look at her and the priests were clearly caught by surprise. Heck, why they had such suits of armour in the first place opened up a whole another can of worms. Maybe they were meant to be their guardians but had gone rogue? He watched one of the goliaths skewer a cowering merchant on its blade and negligently toss them aside, his entrails flowing outwards freely as gold from a split purse "Beautiful... NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! DO. Not. Think. Like. THAT." What were those abominations? What were they truly? "Are they the- no. No. They could not possibly be."

"Could they?"

Notes
HP: 5/9
He is trying to recall everything he knows about what hell the animated(?) amour is. Arcana Roll Value: 19 (two in a row! sorta)


Italicised words encased in speech marks are thoughts. E.G. "Oh, hello my dearest friend!" "I absolutely hate you and how smugly 'perfect' you are." "It is a pleasure to see you this fine evening." "And by pleasure, I mean a fucking nightmare."

The comparable hit he has suffered before comes from darts from Magic Missle that his mother cast at him whilst teaching him how to cast the Sheild spell (with numerous health potions and a cleric on hand of course). A single dart from the Magic Missile spell does 1d4 +1 damage and he didn't learn the Shield spell quickly.
 
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Omnivorish

Professional Nom-nommer
#44
Following Cade under the merchant's overhangs, Zen states "You should probably worry more about yourself at the moment, the girl seems unharmed", he says in reference to Cade seemingly gripping his arm in pain. "Can I heal you two?" Brazensong asks his fellow half-orcs.
 
#45
Just as Brazensong introduces himself a large splint of wood falls at him like a spartan spear. He is able to quickly jerk himself backwards to dodge the splint and it shatters on the stone road. When Cade rushes under cover he immediately hears a crashing on the surface of the cart, ruble, dust and steel raining down. The wooden cart cracks slightly to let its new inhabitant know that it has a life span to be spent wisely. The girl struggles to hear Cade over the falling debris and he must give effort to hear her reply. Because of this she makes a simple gesture, pointing to the temple that is no longer at the top of the stairs. "They were there..." She says following Brazensong under cover with Cade.

Keaxusha is approached by two well armored guards, "Duck under our shields and we will guide you and your friends to safety!" They yell up to him. Even with his generous slouch he stands a bit taller than each of them. It will take some cat-like dexterity to pose under their protection and walk. As a few falling stones clang against the guards shield, it sounds like it may be worth the effort. Another guard trudged up beside them and raised his shield, this one had obviously taken a battering already. This one insisted that we wait for the others before continuing to the "Dizzy Dwarf"

Calvin did recognize these creatures to some extent. There were animated armors in some fashion, but they did not mirror the ones he had read about in his books. Of course, he found that very few things did mirror their scholarly descriptions. There was something more to these walking, killing suits. There was a sense of personal purpose not handed down to them by a creator. A feeling of naturally occurring arcana, not conjuration or necromantic play. A swirling turquoise smoke churns within these armors, that was what made them unique. They may be vulnerable to electricity, but spilling forth this essence would be there gold coin from split purse. Maybe, just maybe, as beautiful to his orcish royal eyes.
 

Greenstalker

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#46
Keaxusha is approached by two well armored guards, "Duck under our shields and we will guide you and your friends to safety!" They yell up to him. Even with his generous slouch he stands a bit taller than each of them. It will take some cat-like dexterity to pose under their protection and walk. As a few falling stones clang against the guards shield, it sounds like it may be worth the effort. Another guard trudged up beside them and raised his shield, this one had obviously taken a battering already. This one insisted that we wait for the others before continuing to the "Dizzy Dwarf"

After guards arrive with their shields and Keaxusha realizes he was still being taller than them with an instinct or was it intuition he took almost a prowling position His hands were almost touching to ground and he was looking like a real cheetah ready to pounce with a moments notice now. It was a stance his people usually hated tabaxi were proud to be walking on two legs and they hated to be confused as big cats but maybe because Keaxusha being a more of a cheetah bloodline he always felt more natural in this stance. He looked at direction of half-orcs once again and than yelled with all his might "What are you fools waiting for at there an invitation to high heavens dinner party? If so it is raining on you. If you don't want to dine with your ancestors come over here quick you damn fools" admittedly Keaxusha's insult vocabulary was not well versed but he was not in the mood either. He looks at falling debris and choose one that was about to hit the wooden cart that half-orcs and little girl hiding and he sends a beam of pure gold light hoping to hit it or some other debris that is falling on them.

Ignore second d20 roll i messed up with it first rolls total is 10 not sure if it hits or not so i am rolling damage anyway,
Range:120 ft, to hit: 5+5=10 damage =10
 
#47
@Greenstalker
Keaxusha’s celestial beam does not hit the target intended, but it does vaporize several pieces of passing debris. Wood splints turn to cinder and stone worked down to hot dust. It saved the cart from a few devistating blows.
 

Umber

Rays of Sunshine
#48
I swear I'll try to stop writing fifty paragraphs every post.

Odd, those death machines were certainly something unique. He considered his options: Shocking Gasp would most likely harm them and they seemed to possess some degree of higher intelligence and thus could possibly be vulnerable to Tasha's Hideous Laughter though there is only one way to test that. Sleep is out of the question, they are clearly too powerful for it. Perhaps some method of extracting the gas inside them would defeat them, maybe they could knock off their helmets and then cast Gust? He didn't know said spell but it would be well worth researching it and other gas-manipulating spells regardless. Fire Bolt would hurt, Fire Bolt always hurt (except when the target is immune to fire).

When his mussing finally ended he heard the half-orc ask if he required any healing too which he replied: "Yes, healing would be divine." (Ha, get it. Cause Clerics are healers. 'Course Brazensong isn't a cleric, it would be a bit weird if someone called Brazensong wasn't a Bard.) Calvin did a double take when he looked at the half-orc who had spoken, he was wearing completely different clothing than before! How would he of changed between now and - that's when he realised that there was another half-orc. Two. There were two half-orcs. His eyes were comically wide. Now including himself (though he, according to only himself, barely counted), there were three. Three. Three half-orcs. Three half-orcs just happened to meet in a human city. Calvin looked between his two kin, head kept
"Bloody Abyss!" "Why the fu-"

He was cut by the shout of an angry cat. Today was a weird day.

Calvin couldn't take his eyes off the cheetah, he just stared at talking animal, mind fried once again. Under other circumstances, he may have reacted differently, but at the moment he was starting to consider that this was all some big long dream and that he would wake up and he would be in his bed and his mom would just be his mom and his dad just be his dad he would just be their son and that would be nice and he would be having tea with Lord Ao and everything would be nice and normal. Then the cat, a cheetah to be exact, cast Celestial Blast. Well it's actually called Eldritch Blast but celestial starts with a C and sounds marginally better in this sentence.)

He was lucky the Warlock wasn't aiming for him. He wouldn't have even considered to cast Shield in his current want-to-stop-dreaming state and thus could have been easily hit. The Wizard watched the Warlock's spell vaporise wood and stone. Careless Calvin cursed his, well, carelessness. That spell had enough power behind it to of knocked him out and possibly kill him.

Then it clicked, it wasn't a cheetah, it was a cat person! "What are they called? Taxis?" With a laugh, he strode forward muttering (spell words in case you're wondering what). As one who does not like to be outdone, he dramatically spun around, his purple robes fluttering like freed birds, and threw a Fire Bolt at one of the impromptu meteors before carrying on with an extra spring in his step. His brain processed the tabaxi's 'insult' and he couldn't help but laugh again his stomach rumbled, it had been too long since he had proper food from a high dinner party. (He, unfortunately, didn't regularly attend High Heaven Dinner parties for celestials tended to start theirs at times that his mother deemed unacceptable for her child to be up at.) "Of all the damned mistakes I made in this ill-conceived flight, why did I have to leave before dinner?"

To an outside observer, it may appear that the half-orc walking towards you was a tad bipolar. With him cycling through brain-dead surprise to self-depreciating amusement to a starving, hunger-led frustration. This was, of course, not a result of him being bipolar but from stress from a stressful situation and the fact that the magical cosmic force who controlled and created him was a tad tired and thought he was being funny (it's also because said magical comic force rewrote this a lot and wanted to keep parts that he would have otherwise cut by awkwardly adding them on where they sorta make sense).

"While I am certain that the esteemed Wizards of House Meriaroth would be a pleasure to dine with, I have no intention of dying before I can at least cast Wish, Warlock." Apon finishing this statement he had reached the cat and the two guardsmen. Kneeling next to the cat-person the noble holds out his hand on his hand is a frog. "You do not mind taking care of one's familiar, do you not?" he ask with a noticeably more posh accent than before.
"Oh! How terribly rude of me!" His infection began to return to normal. "I forgot to introduce myself, I am Calvin Doillus Serpantuna Merrigold Glass- ow" he had hit his head on the bottom of the shield whilst involuntarily rising upwards "bloody short dwarves, ahem. Glasswater Isila e-Eilalöl Meriaroth the Nineteenth," You hear trumpets go off in the distance though you can't see any trumpets. "Heir Apparent and Apprentice of Magdalene, the Most Magnificent Mage-Marchioness of Meriaroth," His voice had taken on the unmistakable quality of someone who had said those words many times.
"and who are you?" he held out a frog-less hand.

Notes
I am surprised I wrote so much tbh.

Also, do you think there is a bit too much tone whiplash here? I mean Cal was just freaking out over enjoying death and whatnot.

Should I stop littering my posts with my god-awful jokes or are they not actually that bad?

I may edit this, a lot. Depends on how I feel about it in the morning really. Though don't let that stop you from replying to this.

I should ask: are the massive posts annoying?

Calvin cast Fire Bolt! Attack Roll (+4): 12 Damage Roll: 7
12+7 = 19 so three in a row! Sorta, if you really stretch it.
Calvin has now officially become the Nineteenth instead of the Seventh.

Calvin cast Minor Illusion (that was what caused the trumpet sound).

Calvin readied an action to cast Shocking Grasp via Grobs, the frog, on the clearly dangerous Warlock if he starts casting a spell to attack Calvin.
@Greenstalker Should I remove this? I assume it wouldn't actually happen, it's just Calvin is starting to get a little paranoid and planning for the worse.

I cut this out. I felt like putting it here to demonstrate something I said above.
"the resulting stone dust ridiculously reminded him of steam that came off a freshly roasted duck. (Look the half-orc is hungry okay! Cut him some slack, and some fruit whilst you're at it). Iddly, he noticed that if that spell hit him he would most likely be dead."

I have realised that the Eldritch Blast wouldn't have knocked Calvin out because of the Relentless Endurance trait half-orcs get, but he doesn't know that.

Summary
Calvin realises that there are two other half-orcs with him and starts to comment on this before he is cut off.
Calvin shoots a Fire Bolt at debris. (The copycat.)
Calvin kneels underneath the Dwarf Keaxusha is under.
Calvin requests that Keaxusha takes care of his frog.
Random trumpet noises.
Calvin readies an action to cast Shocking Grasp via his frog on Keaxusha if he starts casting an offensive spell on Calvin.
 
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Omnivorish

Professional Nom-nommer
#49
"Great...." Brazensong says warily as the wizard eyed him weird.


Brazensong casts Cure Wounds and Heals Calvin for 5 health.
(I meant to type +3 for spell casting modifier)
 
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Greenstalker

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#50
Keaxusha looks at Calvin with a disdain on his face. "Purrrfect a half-green half-gnomeow what could be meore annoying I am not surrre. Well name is Keaxusha and take it offensivvvve if you want but I only shake hands with people I traaade and with people I call frieeend. You can keep your pet to yourself too." He than looks back at little girl and other two half-orcs since guards waiting for them to move out he is debating just to move himself to this Dizzy Dwarf or wait along with guards. In the end he decided to wait for half-orcs since there is strength in numbers especially in this situation even if that numbers includes orc blood.
 

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