Legacy of Fire: Things are getting hot!

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Legacy of Fire

At the last Paizo Golem sale I had the opportunity to get this adventure path and after seeing that there is interest in people playing in this adventure path I have decided to recruit.

What I'd be looking for are 5 players who have at least a fifteen minutes to an hour to sit at their computers and write a paragraph. It sounds like much but seeing posts comprised of a short description that might be accompanied by some dialogue makes the whole PBP thing useless and unworthy. Can you do this? Also, I tend to use roll20.net for maps.

If you'd like an example of how I GM, look HERE!

The setting takes place in Katapesh. Click on the link for a good synopsis about the area. And, here is another link. HERE!

Below is what character generation is going to look for. What I am looking for are simple characters using mainly the core books. Also, I'll be choosing two women and three men, or three women and two men. Two of the characters will be human.

Character generation:

Books: Core, Ultimate Combat, Ultimate Magic, and the APG.
25 point buy ---> No stats less than 8, greater than 16 prior to any bonuses.
Classes: From only the Core book(Advanced Class Guide variants are encouraged), Ultimate Combat, Ultimate Magic, and the APG.
Races: The Core book, but the advanced Race Guide is fine for variations.
Starting Finances: 100 Gold.
Alignments: Neutral → Any Good
4 Traits:1:Combat, 1Social, 1Faith, and the campaign trait.

Background: Using the background generator in Ultimate Campaign put together a -brief- dossier of your characters' history. Remember this story has an Arabian Night feel. It's recommended to do this before any number crunching on stats.

Reference Pictures: Why not? Even better if you created it.

Loyalties: Following the background followed list three items that are very important to the character placed in an order of importance. These are your characters' 'loyalties', things that they are tied to emotionally, spiritually, and maybe even physically. They're important. Think of them as soft spots in your characters alignment that I can poke. More about them can be found in Pathfinder Unchained, but this is just a variation of the rules. We will still be using alignments as usual.

Roll20.net: Make sure to have a Roll20.net account. If you want to use your phone/mobile devices you'll need a membership, otherwise, it is free.

Do not get complicated.
I am looking mainly for characters from the core book mainly. Two of the characters will be human, and I will be choosing 2 women and 3 men, or 2 men and 3 women. Also, I will try to build a typical party of various classes.Yes I am repeating myself, I know. :)

I am not looking for numbers and sheets. I'm trusting that you can do the math and I am sure other players will PM you to help clear up any mistakes you have made if there are any. I want to know your race, class, loyalties, traits, personality, appearance, and their background story.

A good way for me to see your gaming style is to make this recruitment thread IC(In-Character). This will not be cannon at all, just part of the recruitment process. Hopefully, I don't sound like a jerk.

How to make a post:

This is how to make a post for me. First, you write all the awesome text and story for your character. Then below that you add a break and lay out all the details I need to know about your action. When you write it, pretend that I have no idea what you are talking about and that I am not very good at thinking. Be blunt and precise.

The Comely Ogre:

Welcome to the Comely Ogre, a test environment for your character. Here you will get a feel for your character, build it, and show off your posting skills in the meantime.

The Comely Ogre is a normal tavern like you would see in any movie. Think of it like the Prancing pony. It's made of wood and it's bustling with people, many of them coming in from the downpour. To the west is the bar and over it is a painting of an ogre laid out in a sexy pose surrounded by lush velvet pillows. She isn't wearing much in the way of clothing but lots of jewelry. Nothing shows, but you can get the gist. What is surprising about this picture is that she isn't that bad looking. She actually is somewhat -comely-. Also, it is HUGE! You can't miss it. And even so, nobody really seems to mind it. The patrons carry on telling stories around the fire and waitstaff is pretty buxom. Gaston is tending bar while Marice is telling wild stories at the campfire, and three sexy blondes with low, bouncing necklines move around like bees delivering orders.

What you are to do is to describe your entrance and sandbox it from there. This is an IC thread while you create your character and apply. You can add to the bar however you'd like. If it needs a chandelier then put one in there. Have fun with it, because none of this counts.

The last thing you need to know is that there is a limit on posts. You can post 3 times a day. It will not disqualify you if you break this rule, but there are players that can't keep up.

Feel free to give me any questions, just put them in ooc tags. Thanks again and keep those dice hot!

Next Tuesday is the deadline for everything. Let's see how well you do over a week.

Sovereign Court

I will throw my hat into the ring with this char, he still needs some modifications, a better backgroundstory and some more minor things.


Dotting.

Dark Archive

Dotting in.

Grand Lodge

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Okaris stood outside The Comely Ogre and with a sigh removes his Kefffiyeh from his head. He stands there and smiles as he feels the setting sun’s rays caress his neck and pauses for a second longer and utters, "The Dwanflower be praised."

Done with his quick prayer Okaris turned his head to the side and spit, clearing the dust of the road out of his mouth, and dunked his head into the water trough that stands to the right of the tavern’s entrance. While he removed his head from the cool water he gazed at his reflection as he wiped his face dry with the corner of his robes. He smiled at his likeness, it was a smile that would make a Sheik hide his harem, a money lender clutch his coin purse a little tighter, or cause a widow to blush.

Okaris mused that while he was not yet 30 years old the reflection looking back at him seemed, not only older, but more competent or experienced then his years. He stood a little under 6 feet tall and was well muscled like a racehorse, broad in the shoulders and narrow at the waist, and he carried himself with an air of confidence and the swagger of a veteran.

Okaris continued looking at his reflection, he noticed his eyes, they are same color of the sky right before a storm, but it is more than their color that draws his attention, his gaze appears knowing and penetrating. His eyes are set in a well-proportioned and well-tanned face which is framed by slicked dark flowing hair, the color of a raven’s wing, with a mustache, a small goatee, and long sideburns that extend to his chin. Okaris proudly considered his mustache, it was thick and well-groomed and once a dwarf had complemented him on it.

He nods approvingly as he gives himself one last look over. Yes, yes, his cloths all went well together and brought out the blue highlights in his eyes. All perfectly coordinated from the light brown boots and pants with a thick dark brown belt around his waist to the loose dark brown shirt and a dark blue robe that reached to his knees, which bore a gold emblazoned sunburst on its back.

He chides himself, enough admiring yourself, you're acting like a pesh addict on a three day high. With one last smile Okaris places his headdress back on, which decorated in a blue and gold pattern, and glances one more time at his reflection. He concludes, Good, I can barely make out the chain shirt underneath my cloths. He adjusts his sword belt, from which hangs a scimitar with worn handle and heads into the tavern.

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Is this the format you are looking for? Sorry if the post is long but I am trying to get a feel for the PC before he enters the tavern. Not really sure what I am making, He is definitely human, I will have a better idea on the class as we move along.


Sorry more questions, I am going to make Okaris a bard so how do you feel about the archetypes Dawnflower Dervish from the inner see world guide or the Devish Dancer from the Advance placers guide? I like them as they capture some of the Arabian knights flare.

Also will be taking finding Haleen as the campaign trait. Still working on the other traits and crunch.

Do you want us to have all the crunch done before we post IC?


"Good" - the half orc grumbled to himself, his throat parched from the dusty and hot road - "THAT is going to hit the spot for sure" - he grinned in anticipation of the multiple drinks he expected to pour down when inside.

Almost as a reflex he looked at himself - his attire was worn out, to the point it had started to wear so thin in some places, he had to (poorly) stitch it back - it was almost impossible to notice if it was brown or gray under so much gathered dust. At least the hair is slightly better - he chuckled to himself. Looks didn't really matter that much anyway, so Rorx just shrugged it away and plodded onward toward the door.

Pushing it open, his large frame blocked the light from outside - longspear jutting across his back at an askew angle, and multiple weapons arrayed at his belt, boot and bandoleer, as if he was coming (or going) to fight some war all by himself. Shaking some of the dirt from his disheveled dark hair and boots, he stepped inside looking for a place to plop down his implements of combat - the semblance of tusks under the cowl an evident hint to his orcish heritage, and his steps confident across the main room, but no immediate aggressiveness from the newly arrived.

Spotting a corner table close to the bar, he decides it is the perfect place to remain outside the main buzz, but maybe eavesdrop some local news while he gets something to drink. And EAT - the warrior is reminded by his growling stomach of the fact he hasn't had any decent food in some time - At least this is as far away as I guess I could get from all that mess - he shrugs, leaning the longspear against the wall in easy reach, pulling the cowl back, and sitting down.

Just then he realizes the painting of the sexy ogre, which almost makes him choke as he was about to call a serving maid - shaking his head and chuckling to himself again, he motions to the nearest girl - "Dazzle me with your coldest drink, and your spiciest food, will you hun?" - his visage is strong, and marked by experience, but the tone puts the girl at ease. Just as she is about to say something, he interrupts her - "Nope, don't tell me what it is - just surprise me" - then stops short - "As long as it is no more than a gold piece" - he finishes with a wink.

Waiting in anticipation for whatever surprise the girl can bring him, he grabs the opportunity to look around the room - "No familiar faces, good" - he speaks to himself again, and relaxes a bit, something he hadn't done in a long time...

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Just an arrival post, trying to show that Rorx is not simply a mauler of sorts - in fact he is a Bard :D

Not much mechanics going on, so not much to describe apart from what is written down. Just adding that I am really hyped about this one ;)

Only one question out of curiosity - will you be accepting Unchained classes? Cheers.

And since I just saw Okaris post - is Finding Haleen an accepted trait?


Dotting for interest, might try out a Cleric of Desna, focused on being more of a support/control character. Just for clarification-is this going to be run on the forums, with roll20 just used for maps?


@Okaris & @Rorx
That is exactly how I want posts made. And finding Haleen is a campaign trait.

@Rorx
Yes. I mentioned that Unchained class variants(which is what I call them) are not just accepted, they are encouraged! It would be wrong, maybe even a crime, to say no to the unchained rogue.

@Okaris
Sure, I guess we can make it work.

@alexgndl
Yup! That's is correct! We will be using playing here on the forums with Roll20 hosting the maps and your tokens.

@Everyone
Try not to have the same traits, please. This will make character generation difficult, I know. However, I am sure you can work it out.

-Enjoy making your character!


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Okaris enters the tavern and stands in the entryway while his eyes adjust to the dim interior light. As he stands there he is assaulted by the pungent smell of incense, spices, and sweat. Slowly he looks around the shadowy tavern, noting the patrons and the mood of the crowd, hoping to catch sight of Haleen. To be honest it wasn’t much of a crowd yet, as the sun was just beginning to set, just a few lost souls trying to escape the heat of the day. Unfortunately, he saw no sign of his friend but his gaze stops at the picture above the bar and he releases a low whistle, Yes Haleen would like this place.

Satisfied with the tavern with the grace of a dancer he makes his way to one of the many long tables that make up the common room floor and takes a seat on the bench. While he sits there he runs his hand across the worn oak table and wonders, Is this where I will find her? By the Everlight let it be so.

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Silver Crusade

Dotting. Would you say no to an ifrit ?


MattZ wrote:
Dotting. Would you say no to an ifrit ?

Yes. Yes, I would say no. The reason for it is because the less the PCs know about that side of things the better for the story. Do I want to say no? Not really. Ifrits are kind of sexy with those horns and neat skin tones, but unless there is something I'm missing I have to say no. Thanks for asking before it was too late. I am only selecting races from the core and two of the five characters are going to be human.


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As the waitress approaches to take his order, Okaris notices her amble wares on display, but it is more than her well-endowed assets that draws his attention. It is her eyes, they are blue like two pools in an oasis, a man could drown in them and be happy. He holds her gaze a second longer and his reminded of a quote, You don’t drown by falling in a pool rather by staying there.

With a grin he strokes his mustache and tries to hold the gaze of the intoxicating lass. He places his other hand on his flaccid coin purse, considering his dwindling supply of coin. He looks her in the eyes for a second longer then orders, “May the light of the Dawnflower shine upon you good woman.” With a slight bow of his head he continues, ”It would be a great blessing if you could bring me something cool to drink, to get the dust of the road out of my mouth.

As he does this he inadvertently looks down from her eyes, catching a glimpse of the treasures she possess and hurriedly adds, ”Also, a bowl of water with rose petals so I may wash some of the grime of the road off.”

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Got the Crunch done, still trying to hammer out the background about 75% there. Below are his appearance and personality.(They are also in his alias)

Personality:

Okaris is a serious and ardent worshiper of Sarenrae, The Dawnflower. As such he tries to exercise temperance and patience in all things. He is altruistic but is stern when necessary, often standing up for the down trodden and oppressed.

He is a lover of debate, swordplay, as well as good story. He can be meticulous, especially when it comes to his appearance. He is polite and well-mannered but isn’t afraid to speak his mind, which has led him into trouble on more then one occasion.


Appearance:

Okaris stands a little under six feet tall with a thin but well-muscled build, he looks older than his years and carries himself with an air of confidence. He is well tanned with grey eyes, the color of the sky right before a storm, and has shoulder length dark black hair with a luxurious mustache, a small goatee, and long sideburns that extend to his chin. No matter the weather he is always wearing a dark blue robe that reached to his knees, which has a gold emblazoned sunburst on its back and a Keffiyeh, weaved with a blue and gold pattern, to cover his head. Okaris favors tan and brown colors in his dress and attire. These items are usually worn over leather armor which has faded to grey with age. He always has his scimitar within easy reach.

Sovereign Court

I will offer an earning your freedom half-orc paladin of saranrae


Assuming the Comely Ogre is in Katapesh - is that ok Asmodina, or should it be a more 'generic' placement?

As he waited for the food and drink, his mind drifted to a conversation with Lucius, not too long ago, just before he decided to traverse the Obari - "Rorx, you do realize there are practically no half-orcs in the region, don't you? As soon as you set foot there, you are going to run into trouble" - he had warned him more than once. The wizard was pragmatic and straight to the point - probably that was why they had become friends in the first place, when they both were serving in the military. When Rorx was made sergeant for the Badger Platoon, Lucius immediately became his right hand man, expert in tactics and battlefield control as he was.

"When was the lat time I didn't get into trouble wherever I go Lucius?" - he had answered with a laugh, which prompted one from his companion also - "I know that, and I also know you have your reasons to go there, but really Rorx, do you expect to search a whole unknown continent for your mother?"

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The food arrived - a side order of strongly garlic flavored hummus, a generous portion of equally spiced Mansaf, and a large jar of scented, almost ice cold ale. Several slices of pita bread, and goat cheese complimented the whole thing.

The serving girl stood there looking at him with a smile on her face - "May I speak now?" - she inquired with a sly wink. Rorx laughed - "Of course. Tell me" - he inquired.

"Enjoy your meal" - she said only, bowing shortly.

"Thank you - and whatever is left of this gold piece is for you" - he replied, flipping the coin at her just before the girl left.

He tore at the food with abandon, but still had time to appreciate the completely different flavors from what he had ever tasted back home. Home... - the thought made him shake his head - You don't have a home half-breed, never did. Your home was where she was - the thought made him pause for a second, remembering the woman he had grown up to call Mother, even though by now he was almost completely sure she had never been the one birthing him. Years had passed since he last saw her, and her screams still echoed in his head after what he had done.

A growl left his lips - "Whatever. He deserved it" - he was speaking to himself again, his anger beginning to simmer for the fact she never once visited him in prison. Not once!

The sight of the dark blue robed man entering the Inn pulled him away from a line of thought he wanted to avoid, so he stared for a few moments at the newly arrived - Keep to yourself Rorx - he scolded himself - People don't like your kind around here - and he kept on eating.

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Thank you for the feedback on my questions Asmodina.

I'll just keep on posting and building on Rorx story and background as we go. I have most of it in my head, but truth be told it is cool to leave some things 'in the dark' - stuff he would only share with those really close to him. But... One of those he hasn't seen in years, and the other is all the way across the ocean ;)

I'm thinking that apart from Finding Haleen, which maybe could be repurposed somewhat to make her his mother, 'Reclaiming your Roots may actually also fit the character, in case he had learned his mother had went to live there for example - in case more details are needed, feel free to ask and I will PM them, but basically Rorx did something terribly wrong (even though he still believes he did the right thing), but managed to get an 'Out of Jail' early card by joining the army and serving for a year. When he had a chance he went looking for her mother but she was gone. He tracked her all the way over the ocean, but is not 100% sure why she left (he has an idea though).

I'm going through the Ultimate Campaign Background Generator right now - see what comes out :D

Sovereign Court

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A big figure in sand coloured robe enters into the common room, shaking off some of the sand and grit that found it´s way into the folds of the robe. Her sandbeaten and scarred face looks around before gazing for a moment on the painting before a faint chuckle is heard. Slowly, carefully making her way to the fireplace she selects a place where she can lean on the wall before sitting down. Her face, although young shows the rigors of a hard and brutal life and the tusks clearly mark her race.
Usually a face like that would be repulsive, but the look of serenity and acceptance in her eyes just make it memorable. One can see that the tip of her left littlefinger has been cut and it has healed badly, leaving the fingernail as a huge blob of horn. A crudely made holy symbol of Saranrae hangs around her neck and seems to be her only decoration. As soon as she serving girl approaches her a beautiful voice can be heard.
"May the dawnflower shine on you. I have but a few coins, could I have a bowl of stew and rice and some citron scented water, please!" Taking a moment to look around her emerald green eyes seem to look into the souls of everyone and testing it before she returns to the fire, watching it dance and crack. Carefully undoing her sidearm she leans an old battered Shamshir against the wall next to her, away but still in close distance. After receiving her meager meal she pays the double price, although it seems as if it was the last copper in her purse. Taking the bowl and shielding the food from the others she hungrily, greedily starts to eat, as if she hadn´t had any food in days. Her tablemanners are questionable, as if she had been inprisoned ... or born as a slave!


@Rorx At generic placement. None of this is canon and it should be used as a means for character development.


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Nickadeamous approached the door, his robe dragging in the dirt as he walked. Had he noticed, he might of had the forethought to hike up the clothing in an effort to keep it somewhat clean but his attention was buried in the book that covered his face like a paper mask. He almost walked into the door but stopped just shy, even going so far as to offer up a quick "excuse me." Remembering his manners, be briefly lowered the book to look his obstacle in the eye. Upon realizing he was talking to a door he blushed slightly. It was hard to tell with elves some times. After pushing on the door with his free hand did not earn him entry, he leaned into the heavy door with all of his weight behind it. It slowly gave way and in he went.

He stood in the doorway looking around for his intended audience. Not yet arrived it would seem he thought to himself. While he did not notice the person he was coming to meet, he did notice that one patron and then another turned to look at him. It took him a moment to realize that he was still holding the door ajar. With an exasperated "oh", he quickly stepped inside and let the door close behind him.

He slowly navigated the tavern common room and made his way over to a somewhat secluded table in the corner. Placing his large book down first, he pulled out the chair and began to dust it off with his own dusty robe. Realizing he was actually making the seat worse, he gave up and plopped down muttering under his breath.

His black hair pulled back into a pony tail left his pointed ears exposed, but there was no hiding the elf's features. His pointed nose was almost a perfect triangle. His tanned skin was no different than anyone else's and the spectacles resting on his face did little to hide the pale blue eyes underneath.

Eventually one of the serving girls arrived. He didn't realize at first. His focus was back on the contents of the book.

"Can I get you something mister" she inquired?

"What? Oh. Yes of course. Water if you would please." He waved her in closer with his hand. As she leaned in, he continued in a hushed whisper. "I'm expecting company, another gentleman. Not as refined as me, you see. He'll probably be wearing something to conceal his hidden weaponry and illicit goods mind you, but meet him nonetheless I must. Do be a dear and send him over when he arrives, won't you? That's a good lass. Now run along."

She blinked a few times with a blank expression on her face but slowly went on about her business. He beamed with pride at his handling of the situation, unaware of the confusion and paranoia that he had undoubtedly caused the poor girl. He returned his gaze to his book to await his rendezvous.

Sovereign Court

Hmmmm.


Would you allow someone to join if they're already in a Legacy of Fire game?

Silver Crusade

I'm just not feeling my Flame Dancer bard after you so cruelly denied me the Ifrit option, so here's this ranger instead :)

Amir shakes the sand from his clothing as he parts ways with the caravan. The latest of many he had guided though the desert to Katapesh, it was small, and hadn't paid well. He had barely enough coin to resupply, much less send any to his mother and sister. And losing most of his savings last season to a fine for taking an ear off a gnoll in the city certainly didn't help. Why such monsters are allowed in the city at all, I'll never understand. A curse on the whole race. He sighs, and makes his weary way toward his favorite watering hole.

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Amir ducks inside the Comely Ogre, relishing the cool darkness inside after spending weeks in the blazing sun. He scans the patrons in the common room. Mostly humans, a half orc, an elf, but most importantly, no gnolls. Good. He finds a seat and collapses into it, whipping off his sweaty keffiyeh. "Something chilled, I don't really care what." he says to the serving girl who approaches.

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Amir Al-Hambra is an archer Ranger with the Gnoll Killer campaign trait.


Okaris finishes his ablutions and pushes the bowl of scented water away. He takes a sip of his Sharbat, Mango, perfect.

Okaris sits there content, sipping his drink. Every time the door opens he turns his head hoping against hope that Haleen's familiar face will walk through the door. She never shows, just dust blown travelers seeking respite from their journeys.

His mind wanders but his thoughts are interrupted by some one speaking of the Dawnflower.

Faffnyr wrote:


"May the dawnflower shine on you. I have but a few coins, could I have a bowl of stew and rice and some citron scented water, please!"

He considers the Half orc for a minute taking note of her holy symbol and quiet confidence. Pretty, he thinks. Concluding, She could give the orc in the picture a run for her money.

Finally Okaris picks up his drink and makes his way over to her table, "Light illuminate you mistress. Do you mind if I join you?"

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Still working his history


Trevor Cluexes, human alchemist

Loyalties
Spiritual side of Pharesma: Trevor has needless to say, become very bitter about the church and how they sold them off but is still a lay worshipper of Pharesma and tends to practice in private/the back pews.

Welfare of patients: Trevor believes anyone(unless obviously foully corrupt) who places themselves in his care is of highest importance and will treat them to the best of his ability. Criminals will be restrained but still tended to until a proper trial can be administered.

Keeping of business agreement: Trevor has more of a professional obligation to staying with the caravan and anyone who holds his contract/owns him. Horrible treatment will make him seriously ponder fleeing when capable but as long as a modicum of respect is given, he will abide by any arrangements made.

Trevor looked up at the sign and was somewhat doubtful that such a creature would ever be so appealing,Perhaps with copious amounts of alcohol. He entered the building and slips back his headgear, revealing a mature but still youthful face that was shorn of any hair and the rest of him was obscured by a voluminous robe and travel cloak.

Settling at a table, he waves at a serving girl. Some ale and stew if you have it. He then wipes the sweat off his head before settling back and catching his breath.


Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar steps into the tavern and pauses a moment to allow herself to be seen. The light from the open door frames her lithe, muscled body. Lustrous silver hair flows over her large, heaving breasts. Extensive tattoos artistically cover her exposed skin and reveal verdant scenes of orchids interwoven with dancing flames. The half-elf seductress radiates an aura of creative energy and audacious vitality.

She winks at the room and then swaggers to the bar. "Shots of your strongest spirits, bartender! Dark clouds gather on the horizon that I fear will soon test our mettle. But tonight, we drink!


The snapping winds pause, the sand settles and the searing heat on the dunes returns.

A dark shimmer appears on the horizon, the waves of heat distorting the figure walking there.

Tall, spare, covered head to toe with dusty wraps, a weathered burnoose flapping in the renewed breeze.

The figure looks down at the town for a moment, then trudges down the sandy slope, arriving shortly at the nearby gate.

The slovenly guard stationed there watches agape as the figure walks past him into the town, travellers on foot out of the desert....unheard of....and , he realizes with shock as he watches the figure walk away....a woman!

Unerringly, the woman walks towards the center of town and pauses at the meager baazar, noting the unlikely name of the only tavern.

A smile twiches the dry lips beneath the face-cloth, and she pushes the heavy door open easily.

A gust of wind picks that moment to push a cloud of dust and sand into the common area, "Close that door!" the barkeep barks. The woman inclines her head and allows the door to slam shut.

Dark eyes scan the room, noting the obvious regulars, then the half-orcs, the handsome Dervish, the studious mage...the painting.

Smiling again, the woman begins to unwrap her head, revealing a calm , dark Garundi woman. With a shrug of her shoulders, her pack falls, to be caught by her left hand.

Careful of the javelins attached to her pack, she takes a seat at the bar and waits for the barkeep's attentions.

Once he arrives and looks at her speculatively, she lays her waterskin on the bar, "Fill this with your sweetest water, and a jug of the same for me. Bread. Fruit." she asks simply, her voice harsh and dry from the desert.

With a nod , the barkeep takes her waterskin away, leaving the woman to sit, contemplating the dry skin on the back of her hands. Among the quiet hubub of the tavern, she hears a couple declarations to the Dawnflower, and nods , thinking, "A good place, that has such people in it."


Introducing Naatme, unchained Monk.
Campaign Trait: Reclaiming your Roots.
Background is still a work in progress in my head :)


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SCKnightHero1 wrote:
Would you allow someone to join if they're already in a Legacy of Fire game?

That is not part of the judging criteria at all.


MattZ wrote:

I'm just not feeling my Flame Dancer bard after you so cruelly denied me the Ifrit option, so here's this ranger instead :)

Sounds like genocide on legs.

Sovereign Court

Looking up from her water to see the young man talk to her she immidiatly replies "Of course, ma.. Yes, please sit down, Effendi. May her light shine on all dark paths you might travel!" Still a bit unsure in her newfound freedom, she tries a smile at the dashing man and moves a bit aside to give him place. Not coincidally she moves closer to her weapon. "But I am no mistress. Just a wanderer!"
The way she pronounces mistress, it is clear that she feels less than a mistress, but in a certain way much more."My name is Faffnyr walks in the sun. I just came here to get some nourishment. I do not seek trouble!"


Asmodina wrote:
SCKnightHero1 wrote:
Would you allow someone to join if they're already in a Legacy of Fire game?
That is not part of the judging criteria at all.

Just wanted to make sure. Some GMs are funny about things like that. But I just wanted to ask just in case. Oh and this is SCKnightHero1 here and my Varisian fighter (armor master).

A tall, stocky man looked up at the sign through the eye holes of his great helm as the rain hits the helm, causing the sound of rain hitting metal to echo inside the helmet, but the man known as Riceak Swordhand pays it no heed as he tugs on his cloak a bit, straightening the strap of his backpack as well as the strap of his baldric holding the scabbard of his sword.

He walks into the second inn, giving the sign of the ogre sitting well in a sexual position a curious glance. The swordsman is a bit puzzled by the sign but he shrugs as he wipes his muddy leather boots off on the mat. Riceak quickly looks for an empty table, preferably one near a light. Upon finding it, he quickly headed to it. Putting his backpack down so that he could sit on it so as to prevent anyone from stealing it, Riceak took off his helm revealing that he wore a pair of glasses in addition to having a 5 o'clock shadow growing on his chin. He ran a gloved hand through his dark hair as he sat down and took out the latest edition of the Pathfinder Chronicles. As he began reading, a waitress walked by.

Quickly reaching out and tapping her on the arm, he asked, "Excuse me miss. If it isn't too much trouble, could I have a cup of orange spiced tea, some bread, apple slices, and a some cheese please? If you don't have orange spiced tea, I'll have some blackberry chamomile lemon tea."

The waitress simply rolled her eyes and said that she would be, but she doubted that he would get any tea as they usually didn't serve tea this late.

Riceak nodded, and replied, "If that is so, miss, then I'll have a cup of iced water please."

The waitress went to get his order as he went back to reading.


I will be submitting a half-orc fighter (dervish of dawn). I will work on it during the next couple days.

Silver Crusade

Asmodina, I love the idea of playing "Legacy of Fire" I need to decide if I have the time to commit to another game, how long will you be leaving game recruitment open for?

'So I am to help Almah Rovishki recover the deserted town of Kelmarane. I'm sure father will want to establish trade almost immediately. Not that he isn't in good standing with the Pactmasters already, but anytime profit is available father will jump at it. I am curious to find out why mother was so excited about the idea, I hope she is not intending to arrange a marriage, I realize I am of age but I would rather serve Sarenrae out in the wide world, not settled down like my parents. At lease not yet. Well the good news about the task, we will have plenty of opportunities to kill gnolls!'

Ala'Ihys, deep in thought, almost rides past the tavern he was told to assemble at, until he sees the large sign swinging just overhead. 'The Comely Ogre, that would explain the name. I wonder which came first the name or the sign. Hopefully we will not be here long enough to find out...Well at least it not called the "Ravishing Gnoll."

Smiling at his own sense of humor, he gently speaks to his mount as he squeezes his knees together. "I guess were here Khamsin." As the grey gelding comes to a stop Ala'Ihys throws his leg over the horn and slides out of the saddle. stretching and bending he lets out a moan as the grey nickers at him and nuzzles the paladins shoulder. "All right, all right, I will find an apple."

Satisfied with the promise Khamsin walks up to the hitching post waiting for his human to tie the reins to it. Ala'Ihys gives an overly loud sigh and rolls his eyes. He lifts his quiver off of the horn placing it over his shoulder, adjusting his scimitar as he ties the leather reins to the wooden beam. Reaching out to the door latch of "The Comely Ogre" he turns to his equine friend, "Hopefully we won't be long" as he opens the door.

His Story:

The black stallion hammered across the grassy Plains of Paresh; Ala’Ihys, mounted on his back, glued to the racing saddle. Shamshūn mother had named him; for his size as much as for his strength. He was huge for the breed, sixteen hands, his large nostrils flaring on his wedge-shaped head; his breathing like a blacksmiths forge. Ala’Ihys dreamed of riding this colt in the Histaqen. They followed a dry river bed, in a couple of miles he planned on turning off the bed and cross the bare plain back to the oasis where the tribe was camped for the night.

As they rounded a bend in the ravine Ala’Ihys heard an arrow whiz past his head, as two others hit the neck and ribcage of the beautiful beast he was riding; he heard and felt the sickening thumps, as the horse screamed in pain and threw Ala’Ihys from his back. Later Ala’Ihys remembered seeing the beautiful black beast bloodied and staggering as a pack of Gnolls creased the lip of the ravine; a split second before his head exploded into unconsciousness from hitting a large rock in the dusty river bed.

Ala’Ihys awoke there in the ravine, blood pouring from his head and several smaller abrasions. As he gained consciousness, his head spinning, he tried to focus on the sights and sounds and smells that assailed him. The stench of blood and offal and fetid sweat invaded his olfactory senses, almost causing him to vomit. The sound of flies buzzing around his head, drawn to the blood there; the sound of insane laughter and guttural speech interrupted by the crunching and slurping sounds of wild carnivores eating. The sight of the remains of that beautiful black stallion, purchased to bring glory in to his mother’s people in the Histaqen, lying in a pool of its own blood and entrails; the pack of molted brown and black knolls squatting over the remains of the stallion, large chunks torn off and the pack fighting over the raw pieces, gnawing on bones; cracking them open and sucking the morrow out.

He tried to stand, but too dizzy from concussion and loss of blood he dropped back to the sand, stunned preventing his motor skills from working. His attempt to stand caught the attention of the hyena-like fiends. His head spinning, time seeming to slow down as he slipped into unconsciousness. He dreamed he saw the first Gnoll; crouched-over mouth frothing, morningstar raised to strike, drop as two arrows sprouted from its maw through the back of its head. The second demon-spawn, seeing its fellow pack member fall, beginnings to turn, also drops in its tracks with two arrows in its spine and ribcage.

The last part of the dream was the most magnificent, rising out of the west, surrounded by light; the gold and blue and white archer dropping his great recurve bow, drawing two scimitars and charging into the Gnoll pack. Ala’Ihys remembered thinking Mother will be so proud, the Sunlord Thalachos himself has come to fetch me into the arms of The Dawn Flower.

Ala’Ihys awoke realizing he was not in Nirvana, no one felt like this in Heaven. His head still throbbed even with the wound mystically healed, his body ached, cuts and abrasions gone, but the soreness of being thrown from the horse remained and the memory of that beautiful racer ruined by scavangers. No Ala’Ihys was not in Nirvana but in his mother’s tent. It had been years since he had been inside, since his coming of age ceremony, It hadn’t changed any; the pillows, curtains and carpets all in the same spots, the small table moved out of the way, he was taller now. As he rose up to speak, his mother, reading his thoughts, pressed her hand against his shoulder and said ”No, he is no longer here, he said he had other prey do deal with.”.

As Ala’Ihys laid back down he said ” I thought it had been a dream.” Laughter came from the door of tent. ”He said you spoke of Nirvana in your fever-dreams and he left this to prove it was real.” Ala’Ihys father, Ahmad Fadlān al-Abbās Merchant prince of their people. held up the Morningstar that the knoll was preparing to strike him with. ”I am indebted to this man.”. Turning first to his mother then his father asking; ”What is this warriors name? I have a debt to pay.” His mother’s smile turned forlorn but his father laughed and answered: ”that is the best part, he said he is a ‘humble servant’ and your debt is to the ‘Dawn Flower.’ I have already decided that all the money we would have wagered on the black stallion in the Histaqen will be offered up to Sarenrae at the Sunwrought Festival.”

Ala’Ihys’ mother silently shook her head, as he stared at his father. ”It is not enough father, money cannot answer everything, ‘an eye for an eye’ right, father? ‘A life for a life,’ you taught me a debt must be paid. As a merchant prince that is why you serve Abadar? I owe her my life father, I have a debt.” Ala’Ihys mother sobbed silently, but when he looked in her eyes she smiled through her tears and leaning down and she whispered Ala’Ihys, I named you for her father, go with her my son with my blessing.” Hearing the blessing of Amatullah al-Rashid, Princess and ruler of the Nabataean tribe, Ala’Ihys slipped back into sleep in his mother’s tent for the last time; his father, knowing better than to argue with his wife and liege lord, dropped the morningstar and left the tent.


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Silver Crusade

oops: just realized your trait expectation is a little different. You have listed 4 traits:1:Combat, 1Social, 1Faith, and the campaign trait. The campaign trait Ala'Ihys would select is gnoll killer but his two original traits were related to his story, may he keep them, replacing the other three?

regional trait: Blood Steed
race trait: Horse Lord


The place is getting packed, that's for sure - Rorx notices as one traveler comes in after another. He keeps to himself most of the time, but the constant references to the Goddess Sarenrae make him frown, some distant past memory nagging at him, which he decides to numb by refilling his mug, and gulping it down.

Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar wrote:
She winks at the room and then swaggers to the bar. "Shots of your strongest spirits, bartender! Dark clouds gather on the horizon that I fear will soon test our mettle. But tonight, we drink!

Most of the patrons seem to keep to themselves, so he does the same, even though he cannot help but notice the stunning half-breed across the room, raising his own drink with a silent nod at her when she addresses the bartender - "Indeed" - he mutters to himself - "Drink I will" - and returns to his meal.

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Ok, so since the plan is to have Rorx being a melee/buffer/social kinda guy, I am intent on dropping a few (probably no more than two) levels of fighter mixed in with Bard. That being said, off the bat, I imagine him kinda like THIS, though if travelling in Katapesh, he will most likely dress like THIS - eventually when he gets those fighter levels, I see him more looking like... THIS maybe with a breastplate under there. Just throwing some ideas :D


She is as nervous as a newborn foal, Okaris thinks as Faffnyr replies to his greeting. With a slight bow of his head he takes a seat next to her and adds sagely, Unfortunately trouble always seems to follow a beautiful woman.”

He continues, I am Okaris al Abbas and it is enjoyable to share a drink with one who also worships the Dawnflower. May her light always shine brightly.” Noting her weapons and armor he asks with a raised eyebrow, ”Are you a warrior?”

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Ala’Ihys the Archer wrote:

oops: just realized your trait expectation is a little different. You have listed 4 traits:1:Combat, 1Social, 1Faith, and the campaign trait. The campaign trait Ala'Ihys would select is gnoll killer but his two original traits were related to his story, may he keep them, replacing the other three?

regional trait: Blood Steed
race trait: Horse Lord

If you'd like but I think horses play a little role in this adventure path, they might be useless.

Silver Crusade

Asmodina wrote:
Ala’Ihys the Archer wrote:

oops: just realized your trait expectation is a little different. You have listed 4 traits:1:Combat, 1Social, 1Faith, and the campaign trait. The campaign trait Ala'Ihys would select is gnoll killer but his two original traits were related to his story, may he keep them, replacing the other three?

regional trait: Blood Steed
race trait: Horse Lord

If you'd like but I think horses play a little role in this adventure path, they might be useless.

I know, but it's more about Ala'Ihys' back story than it is function. With "Blood Steed" I can at least start with Khamsin and let him run free while Ala'Ihys is dealing with other issues and "Horse Lord" just fits the character too well, So If you don't mind I would stick with them. If you insisted on Ala'Ihys having a fourth trait I'm sure I could come up with something entirely not useless ;)

Also, how long are you keeping recruitment open?

Sovereign Court

Okaris al Abbas wrote:

She is as nervous as a newborn foal, Okaris thinks as Faffnyr replies to his greeting. With a slight bow of his head he takes a seat next to her and adds sagely, Unfortunately trouble always seems to follow a beautiful woman.”

He continues, I am Okaris al Abbas and it is enjoyable to share a drink with one who also worships the Dawnflower. May her light always shine brightly.” Noting her weapons and armor he asks with a raised eyebrow, ”Are you a warrior?”

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Looking left and right before it dawns to her the she half-orc start to blush. "I have learned long before that I am not beautiful. But that is fine. I have also experienced that beauty can also be a curse. I am what I am. And it is fine as it is!" Taking a sip of her water she smiles. "I was trained with sword and shield, spear and mace. And the dawnflower has graced me with the ability to show her displeasure to the unliving and the corrupt. And you seem to know your way with words and sword!"


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Not being able to help himself from overhearing the female half-orc and the deeply tanned man speaking to each other, the swordsman looks up from his reading. Getting up from his table with his helm tucked under his left arm, he walked over. Unlike the half-orc and the man, Riceak has much paler skin.

"I must agree with him. We Varisians have a saying: 'A woman or man who cannot see a beautiful person because of the radiant beauty of that person's heart and soul, is truly the most blind creature in the world,'" the Varisian said greeting the two, "So he is right: in both of our eyes you are indeed quite attractive."

"My apologies for interrupting you two. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and wonder if I may join you."

"I apologize once again. I've forgotten my manners. My name is Riceak Swordhand, swordsman-explorer."

Riceak smiled at the female half-orc.


I need to fill out the fluff and a few more details, but here he is.


Faffnyr wrote:


Looking left and right before it dawns to her the she half-orc start to blush. "I have learned long before that I am not beautiful. But that is fine. I have also experienced that beauty can also be a curse. I am what I am. And it is fine as it is!" Taking a sip of her water she smiles. "I was trained with sword and shield, spear and mace. And the dawnflower has graced me with the ability to show her displeasure to the unliving and the corrupt. And you seem to know your way with words and sword!"

How can I help this child see her beauty, Okaris asks himself. As he tries to find the right words an outlander approaches the table.

Riceak Swordhand wrote:

Not being able to help himself from overhearing the female half-orc and the deeply tanned man speaking to each other, the swordsman looks up from his reading. Getting up from his table with his helm tucked under his left arm, he walked over. Unlike the half-orc and the man, Riceak has much paler skin.

"I must agree with him. We Varisians have a saying: 'A woman or man who cannot see a beautiful person because of the radiant beauty of that person's heart and soul, is truly the most blind creature in the world,'" the Varisian said greeting the two, "So he is right: in both of our eyes you are indeed quite attractive."

"My apologies for interrupting you two. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and wonder if I may join you."

"I apologize once again. I've forgotten my manners. My name is Riceak Swordhand, swordsman-explorer."

Riceak smiled at the female half-orc.

”Please Varisian join us and share our shade.” He points toward Faffnyr, ”This is my new friend Faffnyr walks in the sun and I am Okaris al Abbas.

He smiles broadly, ”Your words are timely and echo my thoughts exactly. Listen, Faffnyr, there is more than one type of beauty and your countenance shines brightly with the light of the Dawnflower. Now tell me is that not beautiful?”

”Now to confirm your observation Faffnyr, I do take a certain pride in my abilities with both the sword and spoken word.” Looking at Riceak, ”Tell me Outlander do your explorations bring you to Katapesh or is it some other matter?”


Riceak smiled and nodded in agreement with Okaris.

"Both actually," the swordsman answered cleaning his glasses off before he put them back on his face, "I have just completed my training to become a Pathfinder, and I was tasked by my venture-captain to journey to the abandoned city of Kelmarane and learned what befell the city. The exact details are vague and scarce of why Kelmarane was abandoned. But my venture-captain and the leaders of the Pathfinder Society has told me that if I can learn what happened to Kelmarane in addition to exploring several ancient ruins near the city, including a ruined monastery dedicated to Sarenrae, they will be most impressed. For many years, I have praised the Pathfinders and their Society, for like us Varisians, they travel about, exploring lands that only I could dream about and experience amazing adventures that have become the stuff of legends. So, when I became old enough, I traveled to Absalom to apply with them. And with the blessings of the Black Butterfly, the empyreal lord and patron of explorers everywhere, I passed my trials with flying colors! Now, I seek to follow in the footsteps of the Pathfinders who have come before me and chart my own destiny and carve my name into the annuals of the Chronicles of the Society."

The Varisian swordsman grinned as he then asked, "I apologize for rambling on for so long. Please tell me what is it you seek? Is it fame, adventure, fortune, or all of them?"


”None of those things.” He looks down at his drink and quietly continues, ”Rather, I seek a friend”

He is silent for a second and then looks pleadingly at the half orc sitting next to him, ”Best be careful Faffnyr friendship is a stronger bondage than slavery.”

"Look at me ruining the evening with such talk. Better for me tell tell you about my friend Haleen," he says with enthusiasm.

How to best capture the essence of the woman, he considers for a moment then takes a breath and begins to chant;

"A whirlwind whispering across the desolate sand she dances
Swaying hips, emerald eyes, one glimpse fates chances
Like a lions roar scatters sheep her blade slashes
Uncompromising never bending she frequently clashes"

"With the arrogance of a prized stallion she prances
Bittersweet and broken one keeps stealing glances
Like a slave masters whip her tongue lashes
Fierce waves pound the shore and all hope dashes.

He lowers his eyes again, looking at his drink and getting lost in thoughts of Haleen.

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Perform (oratory): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Trying to entertain those who are listening


Trevor overhears many of the conversations as he sips his ale. So they are heading to Kelmarane as well. Rather stout and dependable folk. I should speak to my master and point them out as possible employees. Make much better company than those stand-offish guards,


The latest addition to the crowd appears to be an entertainer - a Keleshite woman carrying a beautiful, inlaid setar, as well as a traveling pack. She looks about the interior as if to gauge the potential audience and perhaps discern how much she might be able to earn with her music. Her glances pause at the various foreigners, taking in their garb, their gear, and their gait, taking in their exotic characteristics and filing them away for later study.

Apparently satisfied by her examination, she slides easily across the room, hops up on to the table where Okaris sits, and kicks off her shoes. With her colorful skirts flaring she tweaks the setar and says, "Good poet, you can't just say pretty words like that without attracting other artists! Do you care for accompaniment? Or am I being too forward?"

If she finds the clientele or the decor problematic, she certainly doesn't show it.

Perception DC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

See below if you can beat that...:
She's also carrying a brace of curved hidden knives.


Riceak scratched his chin, realization on his face that he had forgotten to shave...once again as he pondered Okaris's words.

"I'm afraid that I'm not familiar with the experience of being a slave. We Varisians have a low opinion of slavery and slavers. We would rather die than become a slave, much less make someone else a slave. To us, slavery is filled with problems, one of which is to us Varisians it's just plain wrong. While we don't agree with it, we won't go around overthrowing slavery and freeing slaves by the thousands. First that'll make us targets and second, not every Varisian is a warrior like me. Still, if a slave happened to run away and stowed aboard one of our caravans, and we just happen to find out he was a runaway slave after we asked another caravan to take him to another land, far from where he ran away from, then you can't fault us for being ignorant of him being a runaway slave."

Riceak smirked at that statement, almost as if the Varisian was privy to an inside joke that only Varisians were privileged to know. It was almost like he had seen that happened before, and more than once from the way he spoke.

"But from the way you sing, it seems that you care deeply for this friend. I pray that the Black Butterfly aids you in your search, Okaris."

When the strange woman came forward and spoke that displaying one's art would invite other artists, the Varisian laughed at this.

"My apologies. I didn't mean to laugh in offense of any of you. That is something we Varisians encourage so to see others embracing the saying that displaying one's art will attract other artists brings a smile to my face and my heart. I am Riceak Swordhand, Pathfinder and swordsman-explorer."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Nope! >.<


The setar-bearer says, "Hah! It's practical as well as poetic. Artists are like hungry monkeys. When we see some food we all flock to the same place to get some! If it looks like an artist's work is being received well, then other artists will come to the feast, too!"

She plucks a chord on the setar to underscore her comment, and smiles.

"Whether you are sailing on the ocean..."

She lifts the chamber of the setar and blows hard into it, causing it to make a hollow, windy noise.

"... or rolling in a Varisian wagon..."

She sets the setar on her lap and drums on the chamber with her hands, mimicking the sound of a wagon bouncing behind a horse.

"... or just on your own two feet..."

She runs her hand up the strings of the setar, making a sad, forlorn but comical sound.

"... life is better if you can express yourself."


Okaris claps his hands together, "Well done!" He looks up to the figure standing on the table, "Although I am rather enjoying the view please come down and join me for a drink."

He stands up and extends his hand to help the setar player down and with a wink adds, "I've been called may things but never a hungry monkey. Nevertheless, you may call me Okaris"With a nod of his head, "At your service. And what do people call you?"

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Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 To see the concealed knives
Appraise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Trying to deterimine the value of the setar


Sorry didn't make it clear that she was sitting on the table edge, not standing on it -- turned around, hopped up and scooted herself on to the table in a sitting position.

"Arian, I am called," she says. "But don't let my brusqueness dissuade your poetry! Artistic storytelling is a great measure of culture. Along with music!"

"Did you perhaps have a story to tell, Okaris? Or another poem? Something that could be accompanied with a bit of music?"

"Arian" would be Kelish for "wish."


"Of course," Okaris replies and strokes his mustache as he considers a poem.

Finally he turns to Arian and says while he claps is hand in a measured rhythm, "This is the meter." He adds with a smile, "Can you keep up?"

"I met a lass at the Comely Ogre
Drink after drink she stayed Sober"

"She tried to get me to sing and dance
I obliged her, hoping for a little romance"

"I aspired to take her home"
"As fate had it she left with a gnome"

When he finishes he turns to his companions and says with a straight face, "I guess what they say is true, size really doesn't matter."

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Perform (Oratory): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 Admittedly not my best work ;)

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