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από -Johnix- » Τρί Μαρ 30, 2010 10:59 pm
Me berdepses ligo me tin mina. Isos einai apo to krasi pou exo dipla. 
... For years I have traveled in coldness,
But my heart is warm as the darkened sun above me...
But my heart is warm as the darkened sun above me...
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από Scoros » Δευτ Μάιος 03, 2010 2:08 am
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διαβαστε και τισ ιστοριες του kalanapathw ειναι καλος στις μικρες αυτοτελεις ιστοριες
διαβαστε και τισ ιστοριες του kalanapathw ειναι καλος στις μικρες αυτοτελεις ιστοριες
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από Vass Jaquel Draracle » Δευτ Μάιος 03, 2010 9:51 pm
...Hmm...
O palios mou DM etoimazei gia to kalokairi ena campaign pou einai kata-kapoio tropo remake/anabiwsh/reimagination enws palaioterou campaign pou eixame pai3ei. Epishs eipame me ton DM mou na postaroume edw ena campaign log me th morfh Journal Entries apo tous xarakthres (osoi apo tous paixtes endiafer8oun pera apo mena) k merikous apo tous NPCs. Profanws, to kalokairi argei ligo akoma, but here's a quick sample apo kati pou eixa grapsei gia na kanw show-case to concept k RP tou xarakthra mou k eixa steilei sto DM. Etsi, kati san teaser gia to ti 8a postaroume.
(EDIT: Twra pou to skeytomai, ayto kanonika 8a prepe na paei sto custom-made, but what the heck, bariemai. Let the mods decide.
)
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WARNING: Self-important, somewhat out of topic, boring story follows.
(note: takes place in a homebrew setting--so not all may make sense. Also, not proof-read or edited)
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“A Paladin of Tyr is always straight as an arrow. Upholding the laws of society to the fullest in his pursuit to protect the innocent and smite the darkness. Ever ready to show mercy to those he has defeated and never prepared—or willing—to walk any path other than the most open and direct, for he is indeed a beacon of hope and a symbol of righteousness.”
Those were the first words spoken to me and a dozen other seven-year-old kids that were brought to the Grand Temple eighteen years ago. I believed those words. I believed in those words. When my training was finally complete and the Holy Ceremony of Investiture was performed—granting divine power to my prayers—I marched out with these tenets imprinted into my very psyche.
And then reality smacked me in the face. In the service of the Ascended King’s army, I participated in numerous operations against the Devout and other threats that encroached on the sanctity of Havnor. We Firstborn proudly claim that Dawn is secure in our hands, and yet the truth is that our lands are in fact engulfed in darkness. Our cities and outposts are little more than flickering points of light, always at the risk of being snuffed out by savage beasts, or corrupt madmen, or warped monstrosities from Dusk, not to mention the strange entities from the Planes Beyond.
What I witnessed during the six years I was on tour with the army, before being stationed at Black Tower, was truly an eye-opener. I saw grim Repulsar warlords using questionable methods achieve tremendous victories, and holy knights suffer ignoble defeats.
How was that possible? I kept asking myself. It wasn’t that my senior paladins failed all the time. In fact, they actually did have an impressive record. Certainly, they were a terror in battle, slaying scores of enemies while taking the brunt of their attacks and surviving unscathed. But most commanders that were paladins like me, used strategies that lacked imagination. They saw an enemy, and charged. No feints, no cleverly positioned pincer attacks. Straight as an arrow.
It was the Straight and Narrow, I knew all too well. The Paladin’s ethos. The Code. It was what separated us from the rest. What made us better men—holy men. But as a result of these methods, we didn’t always have the ability to secure victory. And when we did emerge victorious, it was often at a great cost of life.
In the Grand Temple we were told that we were superior to our foes because we had an edge, and that edge was the holy power that drove our prayers and enabled us to smite our enemies. Our teachers did not lie. But they did not reveal the whole truth either.
I came to the bitter realization that our enemies also had edge over us. They were not playing by our rules. They were not honest. They were not straight as an arrow. They fought dirty. And, despite how much we tried to convince ourselves otherwise, it was effective. My faith in Tyr was based on my belief that as his instrument, I was to protect the innocent and the kingdom. But was that faith sufficient to achieve that end? Or were we destined to fail before foes that thought nothing of exploiting our limitations?
While these thoughts wracked me with doubt, I fought the urge to relinquish my faith. I guess I was stubborn. Or maybe the years of hard training and harder indoctrination had too strong a hold in my morals. Or perhaps I was just afraid to turn away from the Light that was Tyr’s presence in my heart. Regardless, it was then, that an event occurred that not only reasserted my faith in Tyr but completely changed my outlook on things…
A farspawn seer called Morgould was leading a force of Devout within Havnor that had engaged in a campaign of terror and destruction. Lord Marius Keint himself had commanded the local forces to find and destroy him. This became a priority when we received information that Morgould was in the process of preparing a large scale operation involving the slaughter of dozens of humans and using their blood to summon forth some sort of aberrant abomination.
And so, Repulsar Knight Karl Norrath set out for the Temorent woods with me and a dwarf runesmith called Thorik Galgorin. Our mission was to perform recon for the location of Morgould’s camp, and report back so that a major taskforce could be mobilized to kill him.
Norrath was himself a Paladin of Tyr, and was also one of the many teachers I had when I was in the Grand Temple. Norrath told us, while we were traversing the thick forest, that he believed that, while Morgould’s destruction was indeed a noble and worthy quest, the information regarding the seer’s imminent plans were probably incorrect. Deep in my thoughts, I did not care much to find out why he thought that, but Thorik was curious and asked him. Norrath explained that the intell had come from a Repulsar Knight called Justin Agravain. Agravain, Norrath explained, was a Gray Guard; an extremely loose faction of sorts among paladins, who completely ignore the Code and were considered by some to be dangerous heretics. No doubt, he continued, Agravain had acquired the information regarding Morgould’s plan by torturing a captured devout, an ignoble way to treat a prisoner. Therefore, Norrath concluded, the information was unreliable.
I had heard only rumors regarding the Gray Guards and what I had heard of them more or less corroborated Norrath’s claims. I dimly recall making a comment agreeing with Norrath and stating that people like these Gray Guards had no place within the Repulsars, or among the paladins for that matter. Norrath of course, agreed with me, but Thorik defended them by saying that the Gray Guards did not really ignore or belittle the Code as some believe; it was only that they were willing to do whatever was necessary to complete their mission and that meant occasionally circumventing the code—despite the fact that they continued to fundamentally believe in its tenets. Furthermore, he added, they were paladins, they had divine power and authority, the Judges tolerated them, they were very efficient, and they were highly regarded by the Ascended King. Of course, Norrath gave him a stern warning explaining that defending ‘heretics’ was not the way of the Code. Had Thorik been a paladin, I suspect Norrath’s reaction would be more severe.
Thorik did not press the matter and we continued our mission until we came upon a group of twenty Devout. The Devout had not seen us, and due to our knowledge of the area we had the capacity to keep it that way. Norrath’s first reaction was to order us to attack. I knew it would be suicide. We were not prepared to take on that many Devout, but I was willing to follow Norrath’s command. Thorik offered another approach. He reasoned that our mission was to find Morgould’s camp, therefore, instead of attacking we should stealthily follow the Devout as they would likely lead us to our destination.
Norrath found the idea distasteful, but agreed that it would be for the best. We followed the Devout for two hours, managing to remain out of sight the whole time. But then the Devout came upon a wagon with a family of farmers. As is expected by these vile creatures, they attacked the farmers. Norrath could not permit this to happen, and ordered us to attack. And attack we did.
I regained consciousness an indeterminable amount of time later. During the battle I was struck to the head by an enemy’s mace and blacked out. The profuse bleeding from my forehead probably made the farspawn think I was dead. Ironically it had saved my life. Such was not the case with Norrath, Thorik, or the farmers. All of them were dead, their butchered carcasses surrounded by swarms of flies and violated by vultures. Even the horse was not spared.
I beat the vultures and flies away as best I could, placed the corpses on the wagon, and dragged it away with my own hands and feet.
Many hours later I found myself back at the local camp. Exhausted, I lost consciousness again. I awoke the next day to find none other than Repulsar Knight Commander Sir Justin Agravain ready to debrief me.
Before I began to tell him what had happened to me my comrades, Agravain told me that that I was away for over a day. In that time Morgould had made his move, attacked the nearby village of Vallenia, slaughtered everyone down to the last man, woman, and child, and used their blood to summon a terrible abomination. The monster continued to wreak havoc and even attacked the camp. Eventually, the Repulsars stationed there managed to destroy it, but not before a terrible loss of life. Meanwhile, Morgould was still at large.
Mortified by what he had told me, I then began to recount the events that had occurred to my unit. I noticed, as I was talking, that his expression turned sour at the details of Norrath’s sacrifice. At the completion of my report, I asked him to recommend Norrath for the post-mortem commendation of High Valor on the grounds of selfless sacrifice. I vividly remember his response and the conversation that followed.
“I will do no such thing,” he spat. “His, was not a selfless sacrifice, sir Draracle.”
“With respect, milord,” I replied shocked by his response, “but if it wasn’t that then what was it?”
“A selfish embrace of a pointless death,” he replied matter-of-factly.
I was even more surprised by that. Anger consumed me and I forgot protocol and etiquette. “How dare you claim that, sir?!” I yelled at him. I knew he could arrest me for disrespecting a superior officer but I didn’t care.
Agravain narrowed his eyes. “Norrath knew he could not win that battle. He knew that regardless of what he did, these people would die. He knew that if Morgould was not stopped hundreds more would die. But the Code orders one to go as far as die in combat to protect the innocent. Norrath was not selflessly throwing his life away to save those people; he was just not willing to accept the guilt and shame of accepting and allowing these people to die.”
“Are you seriously saying he should do nothing?” I asked.
“No, not nothing,” Agravain explained, “he should remain hidden, let the Devout continue unimpeded to their camp, follow them, and report Morgould’s location back to us so we could deal with him before he had a chance to attack Vallenia.”
I blinked in sudden realization. I understood he was right, but I was not ready to acknowledge it, not ready to accept it. “How can a paladin live with that on his conscience?” I asked.
“Precisely,” Agravain said with grim determination. “Living with that knowledge, with that guilt, but saving lives by doing so—that’s a sacrifice. Embracing a death that serves no purpose other than protecting you from that harsh reality is not. We paladins have a mission: Protect the innocent. Protect the kingdom. The people rely on us to do whatever we can to save them from destruction. Who are we to betray their trust by hiding behind the tenets of the Code?”
“But we cannot hold ourselves above the law!” I protested, though my resolve was weakened.
“No, we cannot. Eventually we might go too far. It won’t matter that by doing so we save thousands, we still have to account for our own actions. If my actions save lives and yet still lead me to the gallows, I will go willingly. If I get ostracized, or branded a heretic, I will bear the burden with no complaint. If Tyr himself throws me to the Nine Hells, I will accept the punishment with a smile as the devils flay my skin in the deepest pits. For we have a sacred mission. And we must do whatever is necessary to see it through.”
That conversation forever changed me. Soon, I found myself practicing the very ideals that the Gray Guard held in common. I helped uncover a cult by making an illegal entry at a noble’s estate. I tortured Devout prisoners to gain information. I have made promises of safe passage to criminals willing to broker a deal, and then stabbed them in the back once I got what I needed from them. I’ve made gruesome kills out of Devout to serve as an example. I’ve even watched a child get eaten alive by a barbazu so that I could discover his true agenda and uproot an infernal conspiracy. And dozens of innocent people are still alive because of those choices.
Politically, I got it easy. Because of the high profile of my successes, coupled with my status as nobility from House Draracle, I’ve not yet drawn the ire of the Judges. Maybe more and more people within the Army are beginning to see just how dire the situation is, and accept that we cannot always afford to play by the book just to prove our moral superiority.
Emotionally and spiritually, it’s another story. My hands are stained with blood. I often get nightmares, either from the screams of my Devout victims asking for the merciful finality of death, or from the child I allowed to die. I feel my soul get shackled in chains dragging me down. These things will haunt me forever. The Straight And Narrow is a difficult path to follow, but I discovered that the sidepath is just as difficult.
In two days from now, I shall be made a Repulsar. I’ll accept that honor with the grim knowledge that doing whatever it takes to save the innocent and defend the kingdom bears a heavy price.
…I pay it gladly.
O palios mou DM etoimazei gia to kalokairi ena campaign pou einai kata-kapoio tropo remake/anabiwsh/reimagination enws palaioterou campaign pou eixame pai3ei. Epishs eipame me ton DM mou na postaroume edw ena campaign log me th morfh Journal Entries apo tous xarakthres (osoi apo tous paixtes endiafer8oun pera apo mena) k merikous apo tous NPCs. Profanws, to kalokairi argei ligo akoma, but here's a quick sample apo kati pou eixa grapsei gia na kanw show-case to concept k RP tou xarakthra mou k eixa steilei sto DM. Etsi, kati san teaser gia to ti 8a postaroume.
(EDIT: Twra pou to skeytomai, ayto kanonika 8a prepe na paei sto custom-made, but what the heck, bariemai. Let the mods decide.
)
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WARNING: Self-important, somewhat out of topic, boring story follows.
(note: takes place in a homebrew setting--so not all may make sense. Also, not proof-read or edited)
----
“A Paladin of Tyr is always straight as an arrow. Upholding the laws of society to the fullest in his pursuit to protect the innocent and smite the darkness. Ever ready to show mercy to those he has defeated and never prepared—or willing—to walk any path other than the most open and direct, for he is indeed a beacon of hope and a symbol of righteousness.”
Those were the first words spoken to me and a dozen other seven-year-old kids that were brought to the Grand Temple eighteen years ago. I believed those words. I believed in those words. When my training was finally complete and the Holy Ceremony of Investiture was performed—granting divine power to my prayers—I marched out with these tenets imprinted into my very psyche.
And then reality smacked me in the face. In the service of the Ascended King’s army, I participated in numerous operations against the Devout and other threats that encroached on the sanctity of Havnor. We Firstborn proudly claim that Dawn is secure in our hands, and yet the truth is that our lands are in fact engulfed in darkness. Our cities and outposts are little more than flickering points of light, always at the risk of being snuffed out by savage beasts, or corrupt madmen, or warped monstrosities from Dusk, not to mention the strange entities from the Planes Beyond.
What I witnessed during the six years I was on tour with the army, before being stationed at Black Tower, was truly an eye-opener. I saw grim Repulsar warlords using questionable methods achieve tremendous victories, and holy knights suffer ignoble defeats.
How was that possible? I kept asking myself. It wasn’t that my senior paladins failed all the time. In fact, they actually did have an impressive record. Certainly, they were a terror in battle, slaying scores of enemies while taking the brunt of their attacks and surviving unscathed. But most commanders that were paladins like me, used strategies that lacked imagination. They saw an enemy, and charged. No feints, no cleverly positioned pincer attacks. Straight as an arrow.
It was the Straight and Narrow, I knew all too well. The Paladin’s ethos. The Code. It was what separated us from the rest. What made us better men—holy men. But as a result of these methods, we didn’t always have the ability to secure victory. And when we did emerge victorious, it was often at a great cost of life.
In the Grand Temple we were told that we were superior to our foes because we had an edge, and that edge was the holy power that drove our prayers and enabled us to smite our enemies. Our teachers did not lie. But they did not reveal the whole truth either.
I came to the bitter realization that our enemies also had edge over us. They were not playing by our rules. They were not honest. They were not straight as an arrow. They fought dirty. And, despite how much we tried to convince ourselves otherwise, it was effective. My faith in Tyr was based on my belief that as his instrument, I was to protect the innocent and the kingdom. But was that faith sufficient to achieve that end? Or were we destined to fail before foes that thought nothing of exploiting our limitations?
While these thoughts wracked me with doubt, I fought the urge to relinquish my faith. I guess I was stubborn. Or maybe the years of hard training and harder indoctrination had too strong a hold in my morals. Or perhaps I was just afraid to turn away from the Light that was Tyr’s presence in my heart. Regardless, it was then, that an event occurred that not only reasserted my faith in Tyr but completely changed my outlook on things…
A farspawn seer called Morgould was leading a force of Devout within Havnor that had engaged in a campaign of terror and destruction. Lord Marius Keint himself had commanded the local forces to find and destroy him. This became a priority when we received information that Morgould was in the process of preparing a large scale operation involving the slaughter of dozens of humans and using their blood to summon forth some sort of aberrant abomination.
And so, Repulsar Knight Karl Norrath set out for the Temorent woods with me and a dwarf runesmith called Thorik Galgorin. Our mission was to perform recon for the location of Morgould’s camp, and report back so that a major taskforce could be mobilized to kill him.
Norrath was himself a Paladin of Tyr, and was also one of the many teachers I had when I was in the Grand Temple. Norrath told us, while we were traversing the thick forest, that he believed that, while Morgould’s destruction was indeed a noble and worthy quest, the information regarding the seer’s imminent plans were probably incorrect. Deep in my thoughts, I did not care much to find out why he thought that, but Thorik was curious and asked him. Norrath explained that the intell had come from a Repulsar Knight called Justin Agravain. Agravain, Norrath explained, was a Gray Guard; an extremely loose faction of sorts among paladins, who completely ignore the Code and were considered by some to be dangerous heretics. No doubt, he continued, Agravain had acquired the information regarding Morgould’s plan by torturing a captured devout, an ignoble way to treat a prisoner. Therefore, Norrath concluded, the information was unreliable.
I had heard only rumors regarding the Gray Guards and what I had heard of them more or less corroborated Norrath’s claims. I dimly recall making a comment agreeing with Norrath and stating that people like these Gray Guards had no place within the Repulsars, or among the paladins for that matter. Norrath of course, agreed with me, but Thorik defended them by saying that the Gray Guards did not really ignore or belittle the Code as some believe; it was only that they were willing to do whatever was necessary to complete their mission and that meant occasionally circumventing the code—despite the fact that they continued to fundamentally believe in its tenets. Furthermore, he added, they were paladins, they had divine power and authority, the Judges tolerated them, they were very efficient, and they were highly regarded by the Ascended King. Of course, Norrath gave him a stern warning explaining that defending ‘heretics’ was not the way of the Code. Had Thorik been a paladin, I suspect Norrath’s reaction would be more severe.
Thorik did not press the matter and we continued our mission until we came upon a group of twenty Devout. The Devout had not seen us, and due to our knowledge of the area we had the capacity to keep it that way. Norrath’s first reaction was to order us to attack. I knew it would be suicide. We were not prepared to take on that many Devout, but I was willing to follow Norrath’s command. Thorik offered another approach. He reasoned that our mission was to find Morgould’s camp, therefore, instead of attacking we should stealthily follow the Devout as they would likely lead us to our destination.
Norrath found the idea distasteful, but agreed that it would be for the best. We followed the Devout for two hours, managing to remain out of sight the whole time. But then the Devout came upon a wagon with a family of farmers. As is expected by these vile creatures, they attacked the farmers. Norrath could not permit this to happen, and ordered us to attack. And attack we did.
I regained consciousness an indeterminable amount of time later. During the battle I was struck to the head by an enemy’s mace and blacked out. The profuse bleeding from my forehead probably made the farspawn think I was dead. Ironically it had saved my life. Such was not the case with Norrath, Thorik, or the farmers. All of them were dead, their butchered carcasses surrounded by swarms of flies and violated by vultures. Even the horse was not spared.
I beat the vultures and flies away as best I could, placed the corpses on the wagon, and dragged it away with my own hands and feet.
Many hours later I found myself back at the local camp. Exhausted, I lost consciousness again. I awoke the next day to find none other than Repulsar Knight Commander Sir Justin Agravain ready to debrief me.
Before I began to tell him what had happened to me my comrades, Agravain told me that that I was away for over a day. In that time Morgould had made his move, attacked the nearby village of Vallenia, slaughtered everyone down to the last man, woman, and child, and used their blood to summon a terrible abomination. The monster continued to wreak havoc and even attacked the camp. Eventually, the Repulsars stationed there managed to destroy it, but not before a terrible loss of life. Meanwhile, Morgould was still at large.
Mortified by what he had told me, I then began to recount the events that had occurred to my unit. I noticed, as I was talking, that his expression turned sour at the details of Norrath’s sacrifice. At the completion of my report, I asked him to recommend Norrath for the post-mortem commendation of High Valor on the grounds of selfless sacrifice. I vividly remember his response and the conversation that followed.
“I will do no such thing,” he spat. “His, was not a selfless sacrifice, sir Draracle.”
“With respect, milord,” I replied shocked by his response, “but if it wasn’t that then what was it?”
“A selfish embrace of a pointless death,” he replied matter-of-factly.
I was even more surprised by that. Anger consumed me and I forgot protocol and etiquette. “How dare you claim that, sir?!” I yelled at him. I knew he could arrest me for disrespecting a superior officer but I didn’t care.
Agravain narrowed his eyes. “Norrath knew he could not win that battle. He knew that regardless of what he did, these people would die. He knew that if Morgould was not stopped hundreds more would die. But the Code orders one to go as far as die in combat to protect the innocent. Norrath was not selflessly throwing his life away to save those people; he was just not willing to accept the guilt and shame of accepting and allowing these people to die.”
“Are you seriously saying he should do nothing?” I asked.
“No, not nothing,” Agravain explained, “he should remain hidden, let the Devout continue unimpeded to their camp, follow them, and report Morgould’s location back to us so we could deal with him before he had a chance to attack Vallenia.”
I blinked in sudden realization. I understood he was right, but I was not ready to acknowledge it, not ready to accept it. “How can a paladin live with that on his conscience?” I asked.
“Precisely,” Agravain said with grim determination. “Living with that knowledge, with that guilt, but saving lives by doing so—that’s a sacrifice. Embracing a death that serves no purpose other than protecting you from that harsh reality is not. We paladins have a mission: Protect the innocent. Protect the kingdom. The people rely on us to do whatever we can to save them from destruction. Who are we to betray their trust by hiding behind the tenets of the Code?”
“But we cannot hold ourselves above the law!” I protested, though my resolve was weakened.
“No, we cannot. Eventually we might go too far. It won’t matter that by doing so we save thousands, we still have to account for our own actions. If my actions save lives and yet still lead me to the gallows, I will go willingly. If I get ostracized, or branded a heretic, I will bear the burden with no complaint. If Tyr himself throws me to the Nine Hells, I will accept the punishment with a smile as the devils flay my skin in the deepest pits. For we have a sacred mission. And we must do whatever is necessary to see it through.”
That conversation forever changed me. Soon, I found myself practicing the very ideals that the Gray Guard held in common. I helped uncover a cult by making an illegal entry at a noble’s estate. I tortured Devout prisoners to gain information. I have made promises of safe passage to criminals willing to broker a deal, and then stabbed them in the back once I got what I needed from them. I’ve made gruesome kills out of Devout to serve as an example. I’ve even watched a child get eaten alive by a barbazu so that I could discover his true agenda and uproot an infernal conspiracy. And dozens of innocent people are still alive because of those choices.
Politically, I got it easy. Because of the high profile of my successes, coupled with my status as nobility from House Draracle, I’ve not yet drawn the ire of the Judges. Maybe more and more people within the Army are beginning to see just how dire the situation is, and accept that we cannot always afford to play by the book just to prove our moral superiority.
Emotionally and spiritually, it’s another story. My hands are stained with blood. I often get nightmares, either from the screams of my Devout victims asking for the merciful finality of death, or from the child I allowed to die. I feel my soul get shackled in chains dragging me down. These things will haunt me forever. The Straight And Narrow is a difficult path to follow, but I discovered that the sidepath is just as difficult.
In two days from now, I shall be made a Repulsar. I’ll accept that honor with the grim knowledge that doing whatever it takes to save the innocent and defend the kingdom bears a heavy price.
…I pay it gladly.
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από Vass Jaquel Draracle » Τετ Μάιος 05, 2010 1:18 am
lol!
E, nomizw oti ef'oswn to thread legetai "Η ιστοριες του RPG" dn htan k toso akairo.
E, nomizw oti ef'oswn to thread legetai "Η ιστοριες του RPG" dn htan k toso akairo.
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