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Crosses

The Curator arcs an eyebrow at Leon. "The items she possesses were created from a creature that died centuries ago, before the elves departure. Its body was harvested and was harnassed to create every piece. It is unknown what will happen when they are one once more." She hovers out of reach as she gestures to the Skyblade. "The claw, that which brought ruin and hope as it rended the sky..."

She waves towards the armor. "The scales, once defended the weak and withstood the unholy when all others fled..."

"The curse of this item is it would only resonate with a select few. All attempts to use them either killed or injured those that were unworthy. However now I doubt she can be rid of them without magic. They have chosen her. She bears the curse of making them one once more... And as I understand there are a few more... The Head, Legs, Wings and Heart, which haven't been found." She remains calm and composed despite the turmoil within the Museum.


No problem Cid and ya, that was the worst fight of my life. Never thought I'd see the day but I am glad I was able to fight back. I admit he nearly knocked me cold with the first hit. Its a terrible feeling to look back and think how close I was to leaving my wife alone with that...

Anywho posts are up. Sped this along finally. MOving things forward and will try and maintain a more steady pace.


The Final Battle

The Chosen prove their mettle in the final conflict, fighting proudly on and with such organization that it defied reasonable explination. Despite being from different era's, different worlds or even different species they fought together. To save a place not their own and to save themselves from a fate worse then death.

However several fall in the clash, the more violent of the Serpent sisters breathes her last protecting her sibling to the end.

The Machinepirest falls beneath the Masters speklls while trying to destroy him once and for all.

The Thoon crushes Aucturn's mind before being engaged by the Last Son of Eox.

After the battle Aucturn remains unconious in a deep coma...

Carroll's Troops rally for the last battle, bringing with them all the passion of men with nothign left to lose. They throw themselves into the fray and prove time and time again that their ingenuity is more then a match for any abomination the Master or the Thoon can muster against them. Despite their steep losses they carry the day alongside the heroes of the Tranquil Ley.

Halloway is killed in the exchange, along with his entire elite squad.

Mir clashes with the knife wielding soldier that had glared at her since the beginning, killing him in their one on one duel. He dies with a smile on his face strangely enough, she recovers his knife...

Carroll and most of his swordsmen fall in the final clash. He survives long enough to see the battle to its end and passes away quietly while everyone regroups...

Mir's sisters

Gin, Shu'Li and Ginla unleash magic from an age long past, summoning forth elementals, flame and the power of beasts from different dimensions in an attempt to save the temple from its horrible fate. In the end though Ginla falls saving her sisters from the Thoon's mind crushing abilities.

She too falls into a deep coma, her eyes vacant of expression and glazed over as she stares unblinkingly at the world. The creature that followed her like a shadow vanished like mist in a stiff breeze after the Thoons passing. Its raged filled roar wasn't heard by any on this plane of existence...

In an effort to avenger her fallen sister Shu'Li tries to, unsuccessfully, tear the Thoon apart. He relieves her of her right arm and casts it into the central Core destroying it permanently...

The Last Son of Eox

Nothing stops this juggernaut from reaching the object of his hate. The Thoon, who had been causing havoc for everyone, never sees him coming and finds that his mental abilities were more then useless against the cybernetic humanoid. However the Thoons exemplar like superstrength was more then a match...

Their battle leads to the crippling of allies and enemies alike, damage to the temple in the Core area is immense, causing the Core to destabilize even more in the process.

In the end the Last Son isn't able to overcome the Thoon and in a last gambit they activate something embedded in their frame. With a psychotic smile they seized the Thoon in a bear hug and, glancing at Cassian, he said loudly smiling even broader. "Don't f&!! up!" He vanishes without a trace. Leaving a small hole in the floor and removing the greatest threat to the group...

Ael brings the undying light of good against the shadow that swirls over the room like a yawning void. Their battle is immense but sadly short lived as they both clash on a plane of existence where time and space are bent to their power. Before the groups very eyes both of them vanish into a void of cyclonic energy. Ael drags her darker half into this abyss with her, smiling as she fell into what could only have been certain annhiliation...

The Formian Swarm fought until the last and without their overwhelming numbers victory may have not been possible. Their great host proved mentally invulnerable to the Thoons attacks, but scores died before the Last Son removed the grave threat from the reach of the Swarm.

Ant was instrumental in the fall of the Master, seeking out the master and tearing from his grasp something mechanical in nature. Without this device the Masters abilities fall drastically, removing his massive power over life and death. In the midst of battle Ant tears open his chest plate and inserts the mechanical device.

Cassian instantly recognizes the device as an advance form of soul node, however the cavity inside Ant's chest apeared to have been surgically placed inside the Immortal and me3chanical in nature. Using the Formians own body as a sort of power source for the device. With it inserted once more Ant's attacs become more powerful, his ability to heal increases and his red exoskeleton changes rapidly, becoming as white as snow.

The Party Each of them played a ey role in bringing down the Master. Tyrn's tactical mind allowed the group to skirt the worst of the battle and engage the meglomaniac before he gcould do more damage to Sil and the Core. Sil intervenes on behalf of her new master and unleashes a hellish array of self defense weapons that reside in the core. She'd have overwhelmed them all without Aurora's timely arrival, she brought with ehr several monitors and battleready machines. However her focus appeared to be taking down the master as well, she abandoned her warmachines to help aid the party.

In the fight Bera suffered grievous injuries, losing her right leg completely when one of Sil's weapons vaporized it instantly.

However it was Cassian that had the complete focus of the Master, as he worked frantically to free Sil he was targeted by the Masters last gambit. A laser weapon of sorts that he leveled at Cassian's unprotected back, as the Master fired Aurora threw herself between Cassian and the weapon The attack shattered her Soul node instantly. With her systems failing, and her soul departing, her last act was to slap the stunned Cassian lightly before then caressing his cheek. There was such sadness in her fading eyes that it was most likely that she was crying. She tries to speak but nothing escapes her dying frame before she falls to her knees for the last time.

Battle Aftermath, I know very anti-climatic but wrapping it up as there have been few replies and I apologize if everyone is losing interest. Trying to play catch up. My recent inury has been somewhat hellish for me so far, but I am managing.

With the Masters death something strange occurs, his creations fall inert, undead and machine alike. As if all the fight had suddenly left them. However the danger wasn't past yet. Sil was inert, deactivated by Cassian in his attempt to free her from the Masters control. Behind her lay the source of the Temples troubles, The Core...

It sat at the center of a deep shaft that appeared to go for several hundered feet into the mountain. Sitting at the Center of the catwalks was a platform that was specifically built into the the center of the Core. This is where the Nexus Core is controlled. Will have the NExus core detailed later, issues getting my details right at the moment.

The platform has an Altar of Cyriss at its center, where an individual could lay at the center of the core and experiance the true power of a device that literaly sits at the center of cosmic energies. So vastly unimaginable that even MOG's memories are alcking. On the Alter lie the controls that Cassian needs to actuate and adjust to stabilize the core. Just glancing at it shows him that the core is badly out of alignment and would require hours of work to stabilize...

The core destabilizing slows to nearly a halt the moment Cassian starts to work on fixing the problem. However he'd only get one shot at this...

Hours to stabilize the core: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Reflex Save DC 20 or take 4d6 electrical damage, roll twice as it takes two rounds to reach the Altar.
A DC 30 Craft Clockwork/Engineering (Add your Cyriss Tech) Check is needed every hour. Failure is not an option, Critical rolls will negate the number of successful rolls needed by 1. So if you roll four times and three are critical then you would negate 3 rolls as you attune the core more quickly then expected and shorten the stabilization period down to five hours and one last roll to succeed.

Post any questions and I will answer them as best I can. Thanks. Apologies if I have been confusing you all or causing a sort of deadlock. Please voice your opinion in the discussion thread. If we want to end it here then let me know.


Seeing as there has been little activity I am speeding this forward. As I have dragged out the battle for far too long.

Mir

Your combined protests fall on deaf ears as the Formian workers, despite being the size of a hyena, marched to what would like be the last battle of their people. They swarmed upward into the dying temple and...

Very Good: 1d100 ⇒ 79

Their sheer numbers overwhelmed the masters forces. THe Formians revealed they had the ability to cast spells while in large groups. Casting powerful healings spells and, thankfully limiting the number of casualities on their side. While simultaneously annhilating the undead that tried to block their path.

When they encountered the Enslaved Immortal Ant, something miraculous happens...

The Formian workers overwhelm him, despite his powerful resistance, and when they dragged him down their combined telepathic ability shatter the control of the Thoon that had enslaved Ant's mind. Thus allowing the Last Immortal to join the last fight...

Cassian

Excellent: 3d100 ⇒ (80, 12, 73) = 165

With the help of Talmerren, Tyrn Jade and Bera as your guide, you return to the chamber where Ael and Bera had been held. There you discovered the Last Son of Eox and installed his heart where it belonged. The reaction was near instantaneous, as was the sheer violence that he unleashed on all of you. Talmerren was thrashed into the floor, Tyrn and yourself were badly injured before Bera restrained the powerful Cybernetic human. With him restrained you were able to convince him, by promising him the Thoon was his to destroy, to aid your cause. He reveals the heavy weaponry that was locked away right next to his stasis tube and despite Talmerrens lingering wary glances the Son of Eox is good to his word...

You however do not find MOG, her unconcious form apparently had been dragged away, by whom was unknown...

The five of you rejoin Captai Carroll and bear witness to athe incredible sight of the small Formian Workers on the war path. Cassian recognizes them instantly. Having a memory of installing a barrier that would seal their hive in the event that they turned on the Tranquil Ley...

The Formians, overwhelm the masters forces, breaking the deadlock and forcing them into full retreat with the sheer number of the formian workers. Despite the scores of them that fell the Formians were relentless in their struggle. They somehow broke the vile hold of the Thoon on Ant and restored the Last Immortal to the final struggle for the Temple.

The Son of Eox was amused as the Workers ignored his taunts and abuse. It takes all of your charisma to reign him in just before MIr and three other tabaxian females emerged amid the Formian swarm...

Crosses

Aurora, caught etween the silence of the Skyblade and the sudden need to tae the armor.

Roll a will to resist if you wish~

Reaches in, encountering a magical barrier that slames her with a negative energy blast. The negative energy only heals her energy and grants her amazing viality temporarily as she touched the armor with her bare hand...

The armor resonates with her touch and appears to come alive, rippling like scales as it opened up like a beasts mouth. It slipped over her form seamlessly, discarding her orignal armor. However it did assume the shape of her original armor, along with adding several claw like extensions to her free hand.

She gains a 1d6 claw attack, threatens on a 19-20 for x3 damage. She also gains a 1d4 Tail (Slam Attack) 20/x2 Will have armor details up later.

The Curator arrives, along with nearly a score of Arboreal Shadow Hounds that circle you warily, surprisingly the Curator calls them off. She stared silently at you before revealing the shock that Aurora survived merging with the armor...

"That artifact claimed three lives before it arrived in my possession..." Her eyebrows rise when she sees a familiar blade in Aurora's possession. "Impossible..." She stops mid speech, once you explain your situation she seems to warm up to you some and dismisses the hounds. Sending them to fight the encrouching undead as she releases her runic cannon. "I must apologize for the cold reception, however I cannot allow you to leave just yet. Your wife has inherited a bitter curse..."

Tyrn Jade

You accompany Cassian and see more amazing sights. You meet a friendly but shy Goatfolk named Bera who resembles an anthromorphic cow. Quite fascinating! The Son of Eox was a brute but his intellect was as fascinating as his motives were brutal.

THe Formians were astounding to watch fight, despite their small stature they were just like ants in the Old World, capable of lifting things or creature larger then themselves. While using their vast numbers to overwhelm everythign in their path...

The Tabaxian's, or more aptly named Cat-folk, were another sight. This temple seemed to never to cease to surprise you. Leading you to question whether or not you were in some strange afterlife. At least it was interesting!

All of you

Together you witness the return of your friend Ael, completely changed and appearing far wiser then mere hours ago. Her eyes glowed softly now and in fact she radiate a power light that filled the tunnels. She greeted you all warmly, hugging each of you in turn as if it had been years since she saw you last.

She reveals that she had a weapon to combat the darkness now and smiles as her form brightens to the point that it nearly blinds you all.

Despite the combined forces of Carrol's remaining troops, Tyrn's Chosen, Mir's sisters, The Last Son of Eox and the Formian swarm the last battle of the Tranquil Ley proves to be a brutal affair...

Fate: The Chosen, Carroll Troops, Mir's Sisters, The Last Son of Eox, Ael, the Formian Swarm, Aurora's forces and the party: 8d100 ⇒ (64, 79, 34, 45, 20, 90, 17, 41) = 390

Results to come.


Mir

Gin tries unsuccessfully to stop the Formian workers. "You mustn't do this. Cease. Halt!" They universally ignore her and go around her like water around a stone.

Shu'Li crosses her arms as they flood past her and her sisters, some linger near Mir momentarily, their antennae brushing her legs and waist as they pass her by.

Ginla stands silently watching their interaction with Mir. At the look of confusion on her sisters and Mir's muzzled faces she sighs. "Workers are generally the least aggressive, but a threat to the hive, whether within or without is a threat to all. Warriorless they will fight. Even in the face of certain defeat. Until the last..."

She places her hand on one that tried to brush by her and it paused only long enough to look up at her before it tried to move around her again. She stepped in front of it a few times and it continued to swerve back and forth, nonaggressively until she finally stepped aside.

The formians on the roof were all moving towards the opening crawling along the walls and ceiling. Soon they would choke off the tunnel with the sheer numbers of those leaving...

Ginla frowned as she watched them go. "We four bear witness to the fall of Hive Xitress."


Mir

:SICK. CORRUPTED. WEAKNESS.:

Their thoughts pound into your mind and your words to Ginla don't fall on deaf ears. :TIME. SHORT. THE. WAY. IS. OPEN.: As one the Formian Worker caste looks towards the way you came.

Unsettled by the Formian's reactions so far the sisters look to each other quietly before looking to you. "Theres nothing we can do for so many. Maybe feeding a few dozen, but not an entire hive... I am sorry Mir." Ginla looked truly shaken by her inability to help her eyes go wide as the Formians start to move...

:WE. MUST. FIGHT.: Like an unending tide the Formian workers begin moving towards the way you came. Despite their smaller height there numbers were truly startling, shaking the floor with the universal drumming of their feet.


Sorry for the wait, map still incoming. Rolled to nights as Supervisor and its been a rough week. Lots of hold ups and thankfully no incidents.

Tawn'Garth leads the way, having you douse your light sources and those with darkvision sticking close to those without. As one you press through the opening and into a wide area, a heavy odor hangs in the area, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. The floor is damp and the mud clings to your foot wear.

"Something is very wrong..." Tawn'Garth sounded very unsure and nervous which was unsettling to all of you.

Those with Darkvision:

From the opening into the room you all can see the scattered, shattered remains of armor and weapons. Its obvious a massive struggle occurred here and the heavy odor in the air, coupled with the metallic taste in your mouths was unsettling. Here and there you could make out something but your darkvision blurred what you were viewing beyond recognition...

As you all pressed further into the chamber, huddled together with weapons drawn and ready you feel a rumble beneath your feet. Tawn'Garth reacts first with a startled gasp as she raises her axe.

Those with Darkvision:

Your able to see which way she is looking and your hearts sink. The opening you passed through is gone, you make out what only could be a stone wall where the opening ones was...

Just moments after her gasp the entire area is filled with light!

Revealing a horrific scene...

Tawn'Garth roars in rage at the sight of the dead Deathguards that fill the room. They weren't just killed, they were butchered. The look of terror forever frozen in the face of mongrelmen soldiers faces turns your stomach as the odor you had smelled was that of rapid decay. The metallic taste was from the blood that covers the dirt floor, the same blood that infuses the damp earth that covers your footwear now.

Dozens of Deathguard body parts are piled against the walls, some in grim scenes and mockeries of false life, hammered to the walls with iron spikes. The spiked body parts are mixed and matched to make the dead mongrelmen into new variations of their kind, a sick and twisted game played by unknown to hands. Some soldiers appear mostly intact, however their bodies have been amputated while their shoulders were spiked to the walls. They were tortured while still alive

Ga'Tul isn't among them though...

And before you lies three doorways all equally lit like this chamber is with torches that emit a thick and heavy smoke that appears to be slowly filling the roof of the area...

Tawn'Garth looked to be in a daze. "Impossible... They are our most veteran fighters. How... How could this happen?!" She grips her axe as her muscles flex and her rage builds before your eyes. "I failed her... I shouldn't have allowed them to go first." She looks towards the central doorway and takes a step towards it.


Tyrn, Cassian and The Crosses. Posts are up when you have time~

Mir Post coming shortly


Sorry to see you go and thanks for playing with us! Good luck and you are welcome back anytime!


Note: The roll above is something I am utilizing as a DM Fiat to speed things up. Glass was down to 1 HP but I rolled a Fort save to see if, after so much damage was inflicted, that the 1 hp of glass would somehow hold together. It didn't. So voila~


Leon

There didn't appear to be a way to open the display with tools, it appeared to have no edges and where an edge should be the gilded plates covered it. So you resolved to shattering it...

Nice hit!

The moment your blade slams the glass...

??? DC 10: 1d20 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 5 = 9

The glass cracks with the brutal strike, splintering like a giant sized spider web an d for a moment the glass appears to hold but little by little the fractures grow in size. After a few seconds the glass gives way completely...

You step back as the landslide of glass craches loudly into the floor. its then that you realize the display glass was 5 inches thick.

The dispersion of visible magic also informed you of why your shoulder was hurting, it had also been magically reinforced.

The platinum colored armor is now within reach...


Map incoming in a few more hours, check back tomorrow and have a great night! ;)


Cassian

"Damn the circle, they have their continent and we have ours. They won't come near here as the Tranquil Ley is beyond their measly reach. They don't want our technology, only our conversion to the worship of nature like them."

Talmerren shakes his head. "Cassian, we cannot abandon the Tranquil Ley. It is at the center of the strongest Ley Line. If it is destroyed, this world will suffer the same fate as yours. The backlash will disrupt the balance possibly forever. Every creature that relies on magic to live will die in an instant, those that don't will become mindless and bestial. Mass death on an apocalyptic scale Cassian. That's why we made our stand here, we bet it all. The other temples... Abandoned us, despite knowing the risk their cowardice entailed." The last part made Talmerren shake in anger. "If our priests hadn't been off fighting we could have stopped this..."

Seeing the newcomer Talmerren smiles, looking almost relieved. "The Chosen were selected by the Engima Engine and at the time I didn't know why. Each varied in skills, strengths and race. But I think it was for this moment, that Cyriss was preparing us and for once I truly believe that she foresaw this. She is an Enigma of her own Cassian, she hides the truth and forces us to seek it, she teaches us to press forward and not rely on her every step. The temples were built by our hand, the core was a creation of our design. Her method helped us to discover our unlimited potential... Despite the evil it also revealed. Don't give up on this place yet..."

He waves over to Tyrn then. "Tyrn Jade! You look a hundred years younger you Free City Dog!"


Yeah, that sounds good to me because I have been waiting. =/

No problem take your time on yor post, we got semi far yesterday, but I won't slow down since we have some momentum.

Anywho see you in the morning~

PM'S sent


>.>; huh I wonder if the indicator is broken... Mir gets the post but... blargh.


Expend spells as needed to ensure people are healed, moving things forward as I cannot wait for replies.

Whatever it was that Kieren had spotted escapes your sight...

Even Tawn'Garths vision misses its retreat completely.

After you complete your casting of healing spells Tawn'Garth presses forward, onward to investigating the fallen citadel despite the fact you all may be walking into a trap. It wasn't until Tawn'Garth halted you, some mere hundred feet away from one of the Citadels access doors.

Even at this distance the smell of blood filled the air and an eerie silence hung over the area...

Tawn'Garth gripped her mighty axe in two hands as she glared towards the opening. "Ga'Tul wouldn't have been beaten so easily..."


Let me know if the exchange with the formians becomes tiresome Mir. ;)


Mir

"But... How is that possible?" The sisters looked from one to the other and none could answer before the Formians bombarded your mind again.

:SHE HAD TO.: It was almost like they were digesting what you were saying. :WHY.:

You felt them pause and their antennae start to vibrate once more in complete unison. :LEAD US WHERE. WHY DID SHE LEAVE. WHY DOES IT HURT. THE EARTH IS SICK. THE HIVE ABOVE DIES. WHY.: Then you felt something emerge, a gnawing hunger deeper then any you had felt before. Like you had gone weeks, no years without food or drink and that was when you realized these formian were frail. Their bodies were battered, their exoskeletons were riddled with injuries, there didn't seem to be a single one of them that wasn't damaged in some way and all of them were suffering equally.

The sisters were about to react but Ginla stilled them once more, not concern with what the Formian's were doing. But with merely watching how you dealt with them...


Ginla can't believe her ears at your words but her questions are stilled as all the Formian's rapid antennae movements stop completely and in unison they look back at Mirrianissa once more.

:WE FELT YOU. YOU LEFT US. SHE LEFT US. NOW NOTHING LEFT. CANNOT FEEL HER. CANNOT FIND HER. WAY WAS SEALED. WHY.: The last word boomed in your mind, almost angrily so yet despite their obvious frustration they were without emotion in their speech.

The sisters look on in disbelief. "Could this be another change?" Was Gin's belief.

Shu'Li scoffed. "They are queenless! How would they change. Their hasn't been a new generation of formian since the times of Dark Sky. And the high one they choose could not bare eggs for them even if they tri..."

Gin interrupted Shu'Li. "Look around and tell me something strange isn't afoot sister. Mir is communicating and they are listening to her..."

Ginla waved her hand and her sisters quieted. "Quiet now my Sisters, let our nomad sister work in peace. It's obvious that something has changed and perhaps the question as to why will be revealed soon..." Ginla was no longer appearing afraid, her outward calm had returned and her eyes sparkled in the dark at the unsaid opportunities such a wonderful discovery like this could yield.


Mir

Your shout catches the sisters by surprise. Ginla takes her hand away in surprse, Shu'Li's hands stop burning and the translucent entity disappears from standing over Gin. They watch you strangely before looking in surprise as...

1d20 + 27 - 30 ⇒ (4) + 27 - 30 = 1

... the entire horde stops dead, their stance changes but they do not retreat. Merely waiting. Mir felt a strange change in the link she had with them, as their thoughts coalesced and into a single entity. With a singular and powerful voice. :WE.HAVE.WAITED.:

:DARKNESS.WE.WAIT.:

:HUNGER.WE.WAIT.:

:DYING.WE.WAIT.:

:WAITING.FOR.HER.:

:WAITING FOR YOU!:

The last words echoed in your mind, nearly causing you to stagger as it thunder in your mind as a thousand voices made into one roared in such perfect unison that if it had been aloud the chamber would surely have shaken. THeir voice was gaining clarity now, as if they truly were forming a single entity...

Ginla looks to you as the Formians antennae start to shake in unison. "Whats happening Mir. Why did you shout." They are calm despite the strangeness of the situation but they do not hear the same thing you do...


Mir

The check was more or less your ability to continue resisting the slew of mental/telepathic intrusion. >:)

Mir is able to focus despite the shift in attitude from so many minds. Now she felt aggression like she never felt before, it wasn't cold hearted or angry it was just calculated and thorough without malice. These Formians were now focused on the sisters, primarily Ginla and were slowly building up momentum as they closed the gap between them and the sisters triangular formation.

There was no tactics in their empathic thoughts, only a straightforward gather and destroy.

In the time it took her to realize that they had closed in another three yards, they were speeding up now and soon would surge forward...


Nice save! And yes, I have been sitting here hitting refresh. Again and again...


Di will possibly be rejoining us possibly, which would be awesome! :D


Waiting on Leon and Aurora ;) and Ael will press forward in a few days~

If I was unclear please ask away!

~~==Mir==~~

Their numbers continued to grow, every inch of the cavern you stood in was covered in small formian's. They were roughly two to three feet tall and no higher than that. As you stood there you felt a presence growing in your mind. You resist the nauseating sensation of feeling mentall full suddenly with the buzzing of thousands of thoughts and feelings. You saw the ancient tabaxians and yourself reflected in so many angles and directions, viewed by obviously the many formians themselves that it would have made you dizzy had you not somehow steeled yourself to the telepathic assault. Along with the dizzying array of memories comes a hard to determine feeling. Curiosity? Fear? It was hard to tell, so many echoes in your skull that it was nearly staggering to decipher them all.

But you realized with a heavy lump in your throat....

That none of the ancient Tabaxi were connected to them.

That in every image the central focus was You.

They were all watching you.

They were thinking of you.

They were Curious of you?

They feared you?

You were snapped out of the shocking realization by Ginla's slight touch on your shoulder. "Are you alright Sister, your shaking..." The concern in her voice is genuine but it was then you felt a shift in the formians thoughts and as one the small formians stepped forward. Their tiny feet drumming in unison and shaking the ground under your feet with their sudden and uniform movement.

Shu'Li's hands burst into flames as they stepped forward a second time. Her voice was urgent. "Something is wrong! Workers do not act like this! They are not aggressive!"

Gin summoned forth the near translucent creature once more, the bastial reptile creature stood over her and appeared to roar silently in challenge as she too looked nervously at the advancing horde. "If they attack we cannot defeat them all..."

Ginla was about to turn away from you as Shu'Li shouted. "I survived Iverstan, I will not die here! Not now!"

They take a third step forward and hundreds drop from the ceiling to join the advance as more flood from the holes in the ceiling and fill the gaps made by those that dropped down...

Will save DC 10 this time please!


Tyrn

Cassian sees the influx of new people, these ones not as injured as the others coming in.

Continuing where the end of the original post was cut off

*Talmerren talking to a rather refined, despite their clothes being slightly tarnished, soldier much like yourself.

Cassian can describe himself from here~


Tyrn

The young female soldier leads you away from the fighting and follows along with the wounded heading downward. You pass several defensive lines and are in turn passed by reinforcements heading to the front. From whatever nation these men hailed from they were very organized and had been proceeding with almost clockwork precision.

Aucturn leans heavilyon you and the clockwork priest, too injured to walk on her own and lamenting her ill attempt at defeating the insectoid. "I'd never live this down if others found out I was defeated by a Formian!, brianless insectoid filth fought like a demon!"

The machine priest's response was cold and blunt at Aucturn. "Hardly brainless, that was an Immortal."

She scoffed and then grimaced in pain. "So! And your point!?"

He accidentally jabs her wound as he shifts her weight, as she glares daggers at him he looks back at her with a deadpan look. "If he had his other two blades you'd be dead, Immortal's are highly intelligent Formian's, an evolution of their kind and a frightening one. That one in particular I have met before and he was the First Immortal he single handedly killed a beast that none of our weapons could even scratch. Using nothing more than his blades. So again Aucturn, had he been fully armed he would have destroyed you..."

She spent the rest of her time in shocked silence, leaning more on you (Tyrn) then the machine priest. Despite the press of her still obviously womanly flesh, her true form wasn't as frightening as you first believed.

Details to come, comp / mental issues. Sorry. Things are hard to recall as of late. Still healing and heading to work with a work release. :/

Eventually you are lead three floors down into the Elven Cyrissin Temple into what could only be the soldiers Base of Operations. Your group's arrival is met with some out of this world stares of disbelief. As you stand there you spot, of all people, Talmerren tal


Cassian

"You'd haev to be like me Cassian, you'd have to die and be reborn. But the manner in which we do that is something MOG is most proficient in..."

Talmerren looks at you, his battered face a mask of seriousness just as you recall one of MOG's memories of the core and how Elves are reborn into their metal bodies. The transfer is caused by sudden and brutally killing the body, through the use of negative energy or obliterating it entirely. However through sheer violence this can be accomplished as well...

You recall the strenous and many failed attempts of trying to cater to the body and coax the spirit into the container. Every attempt at comforting or carefully extracting ended in absolute failure. Using spells that contained or removed the soul in other ways failed to accomplish their goals as well as the soul would retained its connection to the body. Even if the body was dead, the moment they attempt to transfer it they would be met with failure and it would pass on as the gods intended.

It wasn't until Mog herself took it into her own hands, her own body was inferior, weak and couldn't accomplish what she needed to do. So in her desperation for success she decided to sacrifice herself in the name of their new religion. She pulled a magical staff, freshly created and as powerful as it could be and snapped it with her bare hands.

The resulting release of the potent magic annihilated her body in an instant and when she awoke she was shocked to find herself contained within the mechanical body that would remain her vessel for centuries. Her discover was what the Cyrissian's needed to push forward and create bodies that would in essence, never die. Souls could be transferred from one form to the next and ensured that their greatest minds were never lost, at least as long as they chose to stay. However this discover broke the tenous relationship between the Cyrissian elves and their nature bound brethren the Circle. It drove such a deep wedge that the two factions now actively oppose each other across the globe...

Briefly you saw eleven more temples. Some deep in forbidding deserts. Some deep in sweltering jungle. The Tranquil Ley was the only one set in the mountains. One set at the base of a great river basin, on the edge of a great waterfall int a set of canyons. Think of Niagara falls. Another deep underwater its massive dome a testament to the engineering the Elves possessed and finally one floating high above, surrounded in frozen darkness and orbiting what could only be the Shining sea itself...

However with time the process was refined, a stasis like chamber was created and when the disciple was ready they were placed within the chamber. The chamber was then infused with a powerful charge and at the right moment it was centralized by several coils that pointed inward towards the disicple, destroying the body so quickly that their was no pain, no suffering, only ash of the old life passing. A flash of light that herald the awakening into a new life...

You/Mog know of very few times that someone accidentally transcended without the use of this process. But replication met with failure and continued attempts were abandoned...

The Core

A massive piece of machinery that causes you to start bleeding out of your nose from the overwhelming thrust of information on its intricate and beautiful design. A single one of these could power and entire metropolis if correctly placed. It also could destroy the entire metropolis if damaged or allowed to fall into such disrepair that a critical explosion tore it apart.

It required the most perfect placing that being off by the slightest margin would result in a massive power loss. However if placed correctly and running at full capacity, it produced arcs of pure undistilled energy that struck at the protective wall that surrounds the Core, reflecting the energy back to the core and keeping the output in a constant loop effect. Which resulted in power loss in the low side of 0.019% However degradation of the core would cause more of these bolts of energy and this would threaten even the protection the Awakened bodies provided the housed soul containers. Those made of flesh would die within a minute of entering the core chamber, unless they were going directly to the central control.

Those with the protection of their mechanical bodies would last only as long as they were careful and avoid direct hits as best they could...

In that moment you see the Core shaft and realize their are four access points from the four corners of the temple itself, however in your current state you'd die in thirty seconds and never even get close enough to the main console to see it...

At the empty look on your face and the sudden gush of blood out of your nose Talmerren face tightens up, in a shocked expression. "She didn't..." He grumbles and sits down. "Of course she did, anything to save the temple... Anything. At least you know what would happen... There isn't any going back boy, trust me. I tried."

Cassian:
Having portable drive issues with my stuff of Cyriss tech. will provide it asap... Sorry.


In the commotion and moving bodies the unknown things retreat is lost too you...

However the one Deathguard remains, unconcious and injured. Tawn'Garth kneels down and raises one large hand over him and surprisingly she starts to heal his injuries. But her efforts are ultimately in vain, the death guard doesn't awaken, despite his injuries being healed he remains unconscious...

Sherises to her feet and growls in anger. "Impossible. They were ready for us." She turns to her captain and growls. "You will return to base, tell the Captain what has happened and take these two with you. Get answers."

At their protest she silences them. "I plan on seeing what is ahead myself, but I won't let our home be caught off guard. Now go and don't worry. I am in capable hands..." She smiles at Kieren and his companions before looking forward. "Lets go, I will show you where it is myself."


Ginla and her sisters all look at each other as you continue walking into the yawning abyss that was the Formian hive. Despite the lifelessness you still feel as though you are being watched...

From everywhere and nowhere.

Ginla finally speaks her tone more curious. "Memories of long past, each that you named were climatic battles that would have decided the fate of this world. Great Victories and tragedies. You though spoke with Ant no less? The legendary Immortal, the first... Free Formian."

Shu'li and Gin look at each other then as she continued. "Unless you awoke like we did then I believe what you saw were his memories. He was indeed Unique and the only one of his kind to be free-willed. Because Formian's are not like us, they live to obey mostly, sure they have instinct like eat, sleep and work but without commands they mostly stand idle. Empty and mostly without thought."

As you all spoke you started to notice the hundreds of tunnels that lined this particular hall you walked, in the vision you had there wasn't so many holes such as this. Even the path had degenerated compared to the one the Ibixian's and Tabaxian's had used to reach the chamber and witness the death of the high one. The same chamber where you met Ant.

It is from these many holes that you feel unnerved, despite your keen eyesight seeing nothing there. Your instinct's were screaming for you to fight or flight yet the ancient Tabaxian sisters appeared calmed and composed. Not a hair out of place as they questioned you.

Read after your response to Ginla - If you have one~:

It takes sometime and for once the others seem preoccupied and become silent, your keen eyes though notice that they appear ready to react now. As if their own instincts were just now kicking in, the warning bells were ringing but you all continue downward. Walking along the seemingly unstable spiral path and passing hundreds of tunnels that led to gods know where.

It wasn't until you reached the bottom of the path that you came upon a massive chamber, the stale air was so heavy down here that it was tiring to just breath and yet you still felt as though something or someone was watching you. Ginla laid a hand on your shoulder and motioned for silence as her and her sisters formed a triangular formation with you at the center. Then, without hesitaton, they Shu'Li summoned forth two balls of light akin to that of the twin of the twin suns of your world.

As the brilliant and beautiful light washed over the chamber, causing you to squint for a moment as your eyes adjusted, your breath caught in your chest. Your heart started to race and your claws reflexively extended as you laid eyes on other Formian's like Ant but much smaller and frailer. But that wasn't wait scared you now.

It was the fact they numbered in the hundreds if not thousands...

They lined almost ever inch of the walls in the chamber, they were crowded together at the edges of the room as if they had been avoiding the path you came down on and now that the lights were circling in the air. They closed in around you, trapping you all in the center of the massive chamber and despite its rough being at least two hundered feet high these small formians were able to release from where they were holding onto the walls. Fall two hundred feet and land without a scratch on the floor below.

More trudged out of the tunnels in the walls and ceiling, joining the growing throng as their antennae moved ever so slowly towards the four of you. Their black eyes watching you, so alien were their thoughts that you couldn't tell if that was all they were doing.

Will save Mir DC 15

More to come, have a head cold now and the flu. So whoopie for me lol. This month keeps getting better! xD


Mir

The Three Tabaxian's accompany you, The caller waves off Halloway and his men leaving them behind as you four alone enter the now unsealed hive...

Ginla and her sisters move with ease despite the smell of decay and stale air. They seemed completely unafraid. They even go as far as to speak despite your poised look. Ginla starts speaking comfortably in your native tongue despite the high way she says each word. "What do you kno of the Hives? The Formian races Mir?"

Shu'li shudders. "Creating a way to seal them was sad, they were never a threat and yet the high ones feared them..."

Gin postulated at Shu'li's comment. "Would you not fear when you have the possibility of thousands of foes beneath your feet? Even the workers would be enough to overrun the temple in hours. Sure they would die easily enough but still... The damage would be catastrophic to both sides..."

Shu'li shrugs off Gin's comment. "Point taken but why have they waited? Why not act?"

Ginla growled at the interruptions of her sisters just as Gin said sadly. "Most likely their queen didn't want them harmed... Without her call there may be little for us to do but see that they are still alive."

Ginla sighed as the two seemed determined to be rude. "At least we can see if they live. They may be needed after all of this." She looked back to Mir then. "I apologize for my sisters but we are still shocked by the changes. However what do you know of the Formian's?"


Leon and Aurora

Remaining Smoke Cloud time 6 rounds

The Skyblade pulls you along through the dust and debris, seeming to deftly dodge any obstacle as it draws you closer to what it yearns for. Th heartbreaking emotions that Aurora was gripped with start to lessen as you make your way towards the ultimate goal. Crushing Despair is now removed.

However as you make your way the Curator's voice echoes loudly through the Museum as she conjures up something through the use of her spells. The baleful calls of her hounds unsettle even your steely Dhampir souls. However their calls attract the attention of the walking dead loitering outside and the sounds of shattering windows and breaking door frames echo throughout the museum just as you come up to a display case.

Gilded in a golden frame, silver lined and platinum symbols of elven houses of millenia past. A set of armor sits encased in thick glass on four sides and topped with a grand rendition of what must have been a dragon of old. As you both draw near the case the dust cloud seems to part away from it as the armor reacts to the presence of the Skyblade. Its internal workings lighting up dimly as gears that hadn't seen use in untold years whirled to life. This mechanical armor appeared to be similarly enchanted as the blade was.

You don't have long to gawk as the sounds of combat ring out in every direction as the Curator's hounds and hopefully the Curator herself, clash with the living dead...

The armor inside the case:

Mechanical in nature as well the armor appears to be made out of platinum scales that are so fine in color it dazzles your eyes. The armor that would cover your belly appears to nearly white in color yet remains strangely Platinum in nature. While the sides are varying shades of whiteish grey and silver in appearance and the backside is the heavy glint of platinum in its purest form. The mechanical workings appear to be in the midsection, the arms and leggings of this armored suit yet the armor doesn't appear to be bulky like you'd expect...

All of these sections are currently dimly lit and pulsing the closer the Skyblad comes to the thick glass...


Between Tawn'Garth, her men and your party the remaining demons are mopped up quickly. Jaegers blade ends the one attack Ethyra with a single brutal blow.

As the demons fade into dust there is only the last living Deathguard, currently unconscious and whatever it was that Kieran had spotted, which was now making its way away from you most likely.

Perception checks to hear above the din and clatter of so many moving people nearby.

Sorry for short post, your move guys!


Its annoying mostly. :/

Posts on the way...


Yeah. Tell me about it.

Not fun court will be going for awhile. Hes gonna try pressing charges against me. They won't sticking Hes gonna try...Sorry for the confusion in game. Will make a map next time and working on one now.


I was under observation at the hospital. Blatgh all good now. :p


So the adventurers of corerue continue.

Was mugged during the night when my family and I were loading up into the car. Guy tapped me in the temple with a collapsible baton. Thought id go down but despite a severe concussion I was able to fight back. He fractured my left shoulder and left forearm and wrist. But I broke his jaw. Knocked out three of his teeth. Broke his wrist, blew out his knee and broke his leg. For a five-ten minute tussle it ended badly for him...

I cannot stress enough learning how to defend yourself. I learned Wang Chung a few years ago and its an aggressive martial arts. He hit me 4 times and I hit him over two dozen times. In the end they thought i attacked him, but I come from a family of scrapers. So dont start somethin ya cant finish...

The fundamental teaching of Wang Chung is using your less needed parts to defend against weapon wielding opponents. Knives clubs doesn't matter so long as you protect your core. Had he hit me in the head again I probably wouldn't have remained conscious let alone lived. They also teach to never stop attacking, throat stab leads, to close range punch followed by an elbow strike and then another close range punch and proceed to drill His face with both fists plus elbow and knee combos. It can and is meant to ruin your opponent.

Since the fight was on concrete and not a padded mat i did some terrible damage. As intended.

Anyway got my bell rung and it sucked. This year needs to leave me alone.... like seriously.

Sorry for the drama. Posts coming shortly.


Sorry Cid will make a map next time. Thought I could ad lib it but fate is working againstt me as of late.


Gah I will rebuild the crap the make. :p thanks though Jaeger looks interesting!

Posts coming by to more released for the most part. Blah.


In the hospital currently. Pretty bad couple of days sorry for the wait. Will post tomorrow night.


bump~


Enemies

You all have flanking this round please include it in your attack bonuses.

Enemies left 2 (2 were removed from combat, Ethyra's is seriously injured. One is attacking Ethyra the other is attacking Seren.

Tawn'Garth seems to involved with the enemy before her and hacks the Deathguard down in a single bloody strike. He crumples, dying instantly from the Tawn's mighty strike.

The Demon attacking Lasciel goes down with six bolts in its chest, crumpling into dust before it hit the ground.

Kieran's blow smashes his Deathguard opponent into the ground, knocking them senseless and leaving the path forward mostly open.

The remaining demons continue to harasses the party...

Ethyra's ignores her husbands slashing at it, despite the serious injury he inflicted, and steps forward with its maw wide open and drooling as it bites and claws at her...

5ft step towards Ethyra
Two claws: 2d20 + 4 ⇒ (6, 12) + 4 = 22
Damage Claw 2: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

... Its first strike misses but the second strike connects, tearing up her clothing more and causing a nasty gash once again...

Seren's strike misses and gains the attention of the demon she hacked at, which moves towards her. However she is now in a position to flank...

5ft step towards Seren
Two claws: 2d20 + 4 ⇒ (18, 1) + 4 = 23
Damage Claw 2: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Fumble, first attack doesn't count...

It came at her powerfully but tripped over the fallen weapon of the deathguard Kieran smashed to the floor. It stumbled and what would have been a nasty strike passes harmlessly by Seren.

Party up!


Will get some posts heading this way shortly, more office and contract work going on so I have to prioritize. Apologies for the wait!


"Lucky indeed. However Cryxian's are known to be brutal, merciless and above all. Efficient. You required clothes, food, shelter, all the weaknesses of the flesh when a thrall could do as much. Granted not as well as something with free thinking but with a tenth of the needs and thus more efficient." His eyes sparkled as he circled again. "What intrigues me is this smell you refer to... Can you recall more then unbearably light?"

Int Roll (May attempt three times with no penalties DC 10 The higher you achieve the more you remember and yes HP can be used on this as well along with your time abilities. No restrictions so long as the skill, ability or hero point can do it. However you can only spend one HP on Each attempt so choose wisely.


No problem, I can DMNPC you then until then. ;)


Cassian

"The temple is a weapon, however when all hell broke loose we didn't have time to activate any defensive measures. It was a wholesale slaughter... Without Sil we can't activate the systems... Without Mogs mind we don't have much to make a stand. Direct assault is the only option we got..."

"Theres another way to reach the core. But its not accesible to you..." Talmerren hesitates which is clearly not his strong suit, the set of his jaw seems to reflect more frustration that hesitation.


Cassian

Scavenger shrugs off any attempt to talk to him, looking at you in a confused way as you try to explain things to him. He looks to the brown bottle and dumps it out, making a light hearted comment

Talmerren and you are shooed out of the hospital by scavenger and his attendants as a wave of wounded arrive, some otherworldly in appearance and most almost all female among the male British forces. Talmerren staggers, only restored to half-function as he was and looks on bewildered as the other worldly show up. "The Chosen... Who rallies them now?"

He shakes his head and puts a hand on your shoulder. "To rely on that mad man is foolish, the Son of Eox will kill you as soon as he would think to join you. He has no moral compass only a fascination with dissecting creatures and killing his hated foe. We should try and find Aurora and bring her back before she is lost to us. MOG needs to be rescued as well, she is our greatest mind and she is alone and exposed right now. Who knows what horror could have reached her..."


Tyrn

Your hesitation was costly...

Aucturn cries out as the insectoid grabs hold of her tail and yanks her off balance. Spinning her around and jamming a black blade through her side as its other arm sends her blade flying. Her sword lands hard, sliding to where you stand as she gasps in pain. The insectoid raises her off to ground and she screams in agony as she grips the blade stuck through her backside. It visibly burns her hands and the mechanical priest starts to move forward as blood splatters on the floor. Meanwhile it was raising its other blade to strike her down.

As if on cue. A soldier charges towards the insectoid shouting. "NOW!"

Men you hadn't even seen surge out from readied positions with drawn swords and with rifles that had bayonets affixed. A young soldier crosses his rifle between the front of the insectoids shoulder and the back of its neck. Stopping it from being able to raise its blade. Before it can react another soldier moves in and runs their gun betwixt its legs followed by another and another. The swordsmen work to pin its arms and in the fraction of a second it took them to surround and begin their multi-front grapple. They disarm one of its remaining swords, allowing Aucturn to crash to the floor. However their efforts are taxing, the creature appears far stronger then them but they have numbers on their side and they use that numerical advantage to drive it into a corner and pin it there.

Your forces continue to do poorly while the British soldiers suffer lesser losses. Carroll coughs and wipes away the blood that tumbles from the side of his mouth. The mechanical priest pulls the blade from his back and attempts to cast some sort of spell but stands in shock as the injury remains. Carroll gasps for breath as he speaks. "We can hold them here. You need to take your people and go... While you still can." Soldiers armed with what could only be a grenade similar to what you've seen on your home world. Stand and lob them into the incoming terrors, the blasts knock back the on-rushers and leave them open to the withering machine gun fire.

Carroll steadies himself as he sheaths his blade and draws his pistol once more. He aims and drops one. Two. Even three quilled creatures that had been standing off to the side and attacking his men. He pulls one young soldier back and shoves him towards you. As they run into you, nearly knocking you off balance you realizes its a girl. "Take him with you, they can show you where we are encamped. Theres some people there you should meet..."


Mir

Up to you how this plays out. ;)

The open door was like a yawning void, the stale air made it somewhat difficult to breath and it was hard to imagine anything could still live in such conditions. Halloway and his men were ready to fight, weapons out and loaded as they took aim. However your ancient sisters looked less ill-at-ease granted the look of concern on their faces was obvious. At least to you as Halloway looked more concerned that his pistol was ready to fire and was already in his hand...


Crosses

The Axemen look upward and launch their harpoons in an attempt to spear the flying figure and drag it down. However the harpoons slam into what could only be described as an invisible protective field. One Harpoon disintegrates on contact, along with a massive length of its chain while the other harmlessly glances off and ricochets into a nearby display.

Axeman 1 vs Curator: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
Axeman 2 vs Curator: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35

The flying figures eyes narrowed as she spotted the pair of Dhampir's on the move. She aimed her runic cannon once more. The strange language echoed in the crosses ears just before its destructive beam rained down on the undamaged Axeman. "Exscidium."

1d20 + 30 ⇒ (3) + 30 = 33
Rng Touch: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (18) + 23 = 41
Damage Bypasses hardness: 32d12 ⇒ (10, 10, 2, 11, 5, 5, 1, 11, 7, 6, 12, 6, 11, 3, 10, 11, 6, 8, 4, 4, 9, 3, 11, 11, 10, 10, 11, 1, 7, 4, 3, 2) = 225

The Axeman vanished in a spray of choking dust and the figure merely continued to aim the runic cannon at the next opponent then...

"Exscidium."

Rng Touch: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39
Damage Bypasses hardness: 16d12 ⇒ (6, 2, 12, 4, 10, 11, 10, 12, 11, 2, 6, 11, 3, 12, 11, 10) = 133

The already damaged one exploded in a spray of dust as well. However the keen eyes of the Curator were blinded to the movements of the Dhampirs as the dust obscured its vision like a smoke cloud. However their keens ears alerted them to something else moving within their Sanctum. "More pests in need of meeting annihilation?" Her voice was devoid of warmth and most likely mercy as well. It was as cold as a glacier, unfeeling and strictly to the point. "Surrender and death will come swiftly. Don't and I will send my hounds after you..."

Duration of Smoke Cloud effect.: 1d20 ⇒ 16 16 turns


Ael

The old man watched you, his eyes shined merrily as he tipped his hat in an almost comical fashion. He had a swaying gait as he approached. He twirled his cane expertly, not actually needing it to aid in walking and doing out of style and absurd things with it which confused Ael. Despite the seriousness of their conversation he was completely at ease.

"A lot rides on your shoulders Ael, the Master. Hogwash, powerful but mortal. The Thoon, powerful undeniably but foolishly outmatched but the enemies he created in his wake. So. Admittedly he... Hmm. Curious I don't know if it was actually a he or a she... Well the point is it too is mortal." He pauses and taps you on the forehead lightly. His golden eyes sparkle as he continues to muse in an amused tone. "But... What did Cassian call you... Other. Shade. Shadow. Oh yes! Dark Ael! Dark Ael abuses the greatest power of all. Manipulation. More specifically, Time Manipulation. The soldiers she promised to return their lives. Trap. And you all walked right In To IT. Quite ingenious. But twisted forcing them to choose loyalty over their families and previous lives. Tsk tsk tsk tsk." He clicks his tongue in a disapproving way as he circles you.

"However you, or shall we say Ancient Ael joined the Grey Riders. Esteemed order of soldiers, lasted some forty millennium before the Last War and were remember for all time as the heroes they were. Tough lot, determined and damn near unstoppable when their sights are set on something~" He circles again rubbing his chin as he thinks and, without warning, he lays the hooked end of his cane on your shoulder and spins you around with shocking ease. He twirls it again and slaps the tip end into the cobblestone as he rests his hands on the hooked part once more. He smiles as he directs his attention to you...

"But you Ael, the one caught in the center of this paradox, I'm curious what do you remember of your childhood? Your Parents?" His eyes were piercing and the golden irises seemed to move like molten gold as he looked down on her curiously. "Tell me how you survived the misery of Cryxian servitude?"

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