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Taking no excessive risks, Ahnasha ducked behind cover to avoid the incoming crossbow bolt. Just as the attacking crossbowmen could hide behind their shield wall, the defending archers could use their fortifications to the same effect. Though, the enemy archers and mages were the only ones who could actually harm the defenders at this point, and since most of the others were focusing on halting the ram, Ahnasha decided to focus on them.
Ahnasha peeked out for a moment to get a sense of the enemy positions, then charged a different spell in her hand. It was one she had been reluctant to use in public view, given its nature, but given the situation, she felt it was necessary. In studying that tome during the journey to Bruma, she found that for life extension, she would have to understand necromancy. As such, she had learned from the tome a particular spell: reanimation. She still only knew a weaker version of the spell, so it would not last that long, but she hoped the surprise of it would be enough. Exposing herself for just a moment, she stood up and fired the spell at a corpse in an area that was still somewhat covered by smoke. Ducking back into cover, she directed her new thrall to attack one of the crossbowmen. She hoped that no one who was close enough to react had noticed the reanimation, since the hunters making the shield wall had their faces mostly or completely covered by their shields, and the crossbowmen were hiding behind them.
Once more, Ahnasha shifted her position slightly while behind cover, then nocked her bow. The smoke had diminished somewhat, but there were still fires present, and the smoke they created could still open up opportunities for the defenders. However, she had saw the mage trying to extinguish them. She was in front of the ram and bore no shield, so she was a target Ahnasha could hit. Even if there was a shield bearer in front of her, Ahnasha had elevation. She leaned out of cover, loosed an arrow at the mage, then ducked back, shifted positions slightly, and nocked another. She repeated this as quickly as she could to fire reasonably accurate shots in rapid succession. Her target was armored, but Ahnasha was using a bound bow, which meant it was made from daedric materials. The arrows flew faster, hit harder, and were let apt to break than standard wood and steel. It could still not penetrate sufficient quality steel, but if the arrow hit any weakened area, such as the joints she was aiming for or thinner points in the metal, then they could pierce through into the flesh. And of course, they could pierce all but the highest quality of light armor. If she could take care of the mage, then she would move on to focusing on the crossbowmen. Even if she could not kill them outright, preventing them from firing on her allies would hopefully allow them to keep the ram at bay. If not, they still had the oil trap they could trigger.
Ahnasha peeked out for a moment to get a sense of the enemy positions, then charged a different spell in her hand. It was one she had been reluctant to use in public view, given its nature, but given the situation, she felt it was necessary. In studying that tome during the journey to Bruma, she found that for life extension, she would have to understand necromancy. As such, she had learned from the tome a particular spell: reanimation. She still only knew a weaker version of the spell, so it would not last that long, but she hoped the surprise of it would be enough. Exposing herself for just a moment, she stood up and fired the spell at a corpse in an area that was still somewhat covered by smoke. Ducking back into cover, she directed her new thrall to attack one of the crossbowmen. She hoped that no one who was close enough to react had noticed the reanimation, since the hunters making the shield wall had their faces mostly or completely covered by their shields, and the crossbowmen were hiding behind them.
Once more, Ahnasha shifted her position slightly while behind cover, then nocked her bow. The smoke had diminished somewhat, but there were still fires present, and the smoke they created could still open up opportunities for the defenders. However, she had saw the mage trying to extinguish them. She was in front of the ram and bore no shield, so she was a target Ahnasha could hit. Even if there was a shield bearer in front of her, Ahnasha had elevation. She leaned out of cover, loosed an arrow at the mage, then ducked back, shifted positions slightly, and nocked another. She repeated this as quickly as she could to fire reasonably accurate shots in rapid succession. Her target was armored, but Ahnasha was using a bound bow, which meant it was made from daedric materials. The arrows flew faster, hit harder, and were let apt to break than standard wood and steel. It could still not penetrate sufficient quality steel, but if the arrow hit any weakened area, such as the joints she was aiming for or thinner points in the metal, then they could pierce through into the flesh. And of course, they could pierce all but the highest quality of light armor. If she could take care of the mage, then she would move on to focusing on the crossbowmen. Even if she could not kill them outright, preventing them from firing on her allies would hopefully allow them to keep the ram at bay. If not, they still had the oil trap they could trigger.
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Looks like a orange or darkorange
They both look about identical to me. Mine might be a bit on the darker side.
I always use this color, if I can figure out which one it is exactly.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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"I do believe I can relate to that, actually." Ssarak responded, looking over the cupid rose which Meirin had given him. In the strictest of terms, Djarkel and the Scorched Lands were quite different from one another, but they held similarities in the ways that outsiders viewed them. Both of them were often considered harsh places to live, where beauty is but a foreign concept. To the former, he could agree, but for his homeland at least, he knew it well enough to know its redeeming qualities.
After pausing a moment to eat some of his meal, Ssarak continued. "I believe your homeland and mine are similar in at least one respect. I think visitors have a hard time seeing it for anything beyond what it appears to be, though it is understandable. Both are harsh, barren; they do not have all the color and vibrance of a place like this garden. I know for my homeland, one has to look far beneath the surface to find its admirable qualities, and for Djarkel, I will admit that even I could not see the beauty you describe when we were there. Although, we were only there for a short time. Perhaps, in the future, I will have the chance to see Djarkel in the same way you have; perhaps you can be the one to show me?" He commented, smiling at the prospect.
"Regardless, for your question, I can say that the Scorched Lands are a...complex place. It is a greatly difficult place in which to survive, certainly. Everything of use is scarce. I know it is somewhat different in the city, but in the villages, like where I lived, we are taught from the day of our hatching to make the absolute best use of every resource we have. Wastefulness is quickly punished as a child. Food, water, clothing, supplies, weapons, and even living space are all given to each individual according to what is absolutely necessary to survive. Anything in surplus is saved and stored for use when it is truly needed. The villages move around with the shifting landscape, following the underground sources of water we use to sustain ourselves, as there are no significant bodies of water on the surface. No rivers or lakes, unless you are counting lava, of course. I believe that is why I find myself so obsessed with swimming now." He said, interrupting himself with a chuckle. "In my village, we both traded for and hunted our food. It is impossible to grow plants, or at least useful ones, in the Scorched Lands without the aid of a skilled herbamancer, and even then, it is better to grow them on the more stable land around Felldor. All of that does make it seem like a wasteland, and in a literal sense it is, but, just as in your homeland, I can say that there is a certain grandeur and majesty to the landscape. The jagged mountains and valleys, the shifting plains and sprawling lava fields, it is a land unlike any other in Tiien. The animals can be even more impressive. The predators are exceptionally resilient and deadly, while others can consume plants that would kill even an Esyire if we were to attempt to eat them. Those few kinds of plants and fungus that do grow in my homeland often thrive in hot springs and thermal vents that would melt my scales if I ventured too close. It is a...different kind of beauty, to be sure." As he thought more on his homeland, he did wish that Meirin could have the ability to experience the land in which he grew up, but unfortunately, the air itself was lethal to non-Esyire. To travel in the Scorched Lands, they had to rely entirely upon specialized runes to keep them alive, which carried its own collection of risks.
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"I do believe I can relate to that, actually." Ssarak responded, looking over the cupid rose which Meirin had given him. In the strictest of terms, Djarkel and the Scorched Lands were quite different from one another, but they held similarities in the ways that outsiders viewed them. Both of them were often considered harsh places to live, where beauty is but a foreign concept. To the former, he could agree, but for his homeland at least, he knew it well enough to know its redeeming qualities.
After pausing a moment to eat some of his meal, Ssarak continued. "I believe your homeland and mine are similar in at least one respect. I think visitors have a hard time seeing it for anything beyond what it appears to be, though it is understandable. Both are harsh, barren; they do not have all the color and vibrance of a place like this garden. I know for my homeland, one has to look far beneath the surface to find its admirable qualities, and for Djarkel, I will admit that even I could not see the beauty you describe when we were there. Although, we were only there for a short time. Perhaps, in the future, I will have the chance to see Djarkel in the same way you have; perhaps you can be the one to show me?" He commented, smiling at the prospect.
"Regardless, for your question, I can say that the Scorched Lands are a...complex place. It is a greatly difficult place in which to survive, certainly. Everything of use is scarce. I know it is somewhat different in the city, but in the villages, like where I lived, we are taught from the day of our hatching to make the absolute best use of every resource we have. Wastefulness is quickly punished as a child. Food, water, clothing, supplies, weapons, and even living space are all given to each individual according to what is absolutely necessary to survive. Anything in surplus is saved and stored for use when it is truly needed. The villages move around with the shifting landscape, following the underground sources of water we use to sustain ourselves, as there are no significant bodies of water on the surface. No rivers or lakes, unless you are counting lava, of course. I believe that is why I find myself so obsessed with swimming now." He said, interrupting himself with a chuckle. "In my village, we both traded for and hunted our food. It is impossible to grow plants, or at least useful ones, in the Scorched Lands without the aid of a skilled herbamancer, and even then, it is better to grow them on the more stable land around Felldor. All of that does make it seem like a wasteland, and in a literal sense it is, but, just as in your homeland, I can say that there is a certain grandeur and majesty to the landscape. The jagged mountains and valleys, the shifting plains and sprawling lava fields, it is a land unlike any other in Tiien. The animals can be even more impressive. The predators are exceptionally resilient and deadly, while others can consume plants that would kill even an Esyire if we were to attempt to eat them. Those few kinds of plants and fungus that do grow in my homeland often thrive in hot springs and thermal vents that would melt my scales if I ventured too close. It is a...different kind of beauty, to be sure." As he thought more on his homeland, he did wish that Meirin could have the ability to experience the land in which he grew up, but unfortunately, the air itself was lethal to non-Esyire. To travel in the Scorched Lands, they had to rely entirely upon specialized runes to keep them alive, which carried its own collection of risks.
That's quite alright, I hope things go well.
Ahnasha scarcely had time to gather some light leather armor before the sentries warned of the incoming hunters. As per the plan, they lit the fires and had some of their mages fan the smoke up into the caves. Once the smoke thickened, it reduced visibility considerably, as evidenced by the sounds of explosions coming from the caves. It seemed as if at least some of the hunters were unable to detect the rune traps before falling prey to them.
Conjuring up her bound bow, Ahnasha stood with the other archers, waiting for the first of the hunters to come within sight. Although, she did not expect that to be only a single hunter stumbling through the smoke. Caldris felled him quickly, but his allies soon followed through more organized, with their shields raised to protect them from the incoming volley.
The wall of smoke was providing some measure of a disadvantage for the defenders in that it blocked them from seeing the hunters until they drew close enough. This meant that they did not know the exact positions nor composition of the enemy force, but overall, it was still helping the defense much more than it was hurting it. While the mages and archers at the gates could not see the exact positions of the enemy through the smoke, the cave was not all that wide, so if the hunters wanted to move a large enough force through, they would have to be moving fairly close together. This meant that just firing into the smoke would still have a good chance of hitting an enemy. Not only that, but just as the defenders could not see the attackers, so too could the attackers not see the composition of the defense until they were already very close. While in the smoke, they would not know how to hold their shields to provide the most coverage against incoming arrows and spells. Lastly, if they could hold back the hunters and keep up the fires for long enough, then the attackers would have a very real chance of suffocating in the confined caves.
As soon as the order was given, Ahnasha fired not an arrow, but a spell. Taking advantage of her skill in illusion, Ahnasha used a fear spell on one of the frontline hunters. She tried to pick out the one that looked the most nervous and uncertain, but there were no guarantees that the spell would be successful. Being lycan hunters, she could believe that many of them were likely strong-willed, but she would not expect that all of them would have such mental fortitude. If she could get the spell to work, then it would not only open up a hole in their defense when her target fled, but it would cause even more issues in their ranks once the target tried to flee through the smoke, towards his advancing allies.
Not waiting to see the results of the spell, Ahnasha fired her first arrow. Since she was a rather precise archer, she did not fire into the smoke at the more vulnerable hunters behind, but rather at those in the frontlines. Their shields were raised to protect their vital areas, so her arrows were aimed at their feet. If she hit, it would not be lethal, but it was very likely to open up her target to subsequent arrows.
Conjuring up her bound bow, Ahnasha stood with the other archers, waiting for the first of the hunters to come within sight. Although, she did not expect that to be only a single hunter stumbling through the smoke. Caldris felled him quickly, but his allies soon followed through more organized, with their shields raised to protect them from the incoming volley.
The wall of smoke was providing some measure of a disadvantage for the defenders in that it blocked them from seeing the hunters until they drew close enough. This meant that they did not know the exact positions nor composition of the enemy force, but overall, it was still helping the defense much more than it was hurting it. While the mages and archers at the gates could not see the exact positions of the enemy through the smoke, the cave was not all that wide, so if the hunters wanted to move a large enough force through, they would have to be moving fairly close together. This meant that just firing into the smoke would still have a good chance of hitting an enemy. Not only that, but just as the defenders could not see the attackers, so too could the attackers not see the composition of the defense until they were already very close. While in the smoke, they would not know how to hold their shields to provide the most coverage against incoming arrows and spells. Lastly, if they could hold back the hunters and keep up the fires for long enough, then the attackers would have a very real chance of suffocating in the confined caves.
As soon as the order was given, Ahnasha fired not an arrow, but a spell. Taking advantage of her skill in illusion, Ahnasha used a fear spell on one of the frontline hunters. She tried to pick out the one that looked the most nervous and uncertain, but there were no guarantees that the spell would be successful. Being lycan hunters, she could believe that many of them were likely strong-willed, but she would not expect that all of them would have such mental fortitude. If she could get the spell to work, then it would not only open up a hole in their defense when her target fled, but it would cause even more issues in their ranks once the target tried to flee through the smoke, towards his advancing allies.
Not waiting to see the results of the spell, Ahnasha fired her first arrow. Since she was a rather precise archer, she did not fire into the smoke at the more vulnerable hunters behind, but rather at those in the frontlines. Their shields were raised to protect their vital areas, so her arrows were aimed at their feet. If she hit, it would not be lethal, but it was very likely to open up her target to subsequent arrows.
“Okay…okay.” Kaleeth answered, closing her eyes briefly as she tried to slow her rapid breathing. Sabine was probably right, she they just needed to keep themselves safe while the warriors and mages fought. If the worst happened and they were attacked by something, Kaleeth could at least try to fight back. In these confined corridors, it would be hard to run from a werecrocodile.
Ahnasha did start to pass up quivers to the archers, but she did not stop thinking. Darahil and Vera seemed like they were just going to rely on their more obvious defenses like the gate. It was possible that they could hold out with what they had, but there had to be more. Darahil did mention that there might be alternate entrances through the unexplored section of the ruin, but she would at least be able to have an idea if the hunters were trying that route. She knew when the hunters left, so she knew roughly the maximum amount of time it should take them to reach the ruin. If they were taking an alternate entrance, it would take them even longer, so she could warn Darahil and Vera. Regardless, despite her beast spirit’s constant distractions, she tried to think about what other options they had. She thought back on strategies that Meesei and others in her pack had used, and tried to think if there was anything she could make use of now.
”Okay, have to think. I need to…I need…ah, get out of my head beast!” Ahnasha tried to think, but her mind was just filling with thoughts of the hunters, and violence. She wanted to rip their foes to shreds with her bare claws, and she was having a hard time thinking of anything more subtle. If she transformed back, she would not be able to take on her lycan form again, but right now, she had a feeling her mind would be more valuable than her body.
After the quivers had been passed up, Ahnasha forced back her beast spirit within her mind and allowed herself to shift back into her normal, Khajiit form. Having not killed anything, it was more of an effort than usual, but once she was back to normal, there was no chance of her transforming again for about another day, against her will or otherwise. Now, at least, she could think clearly. ”Now, let’s see, what are our options? Meesei…she likes to use her magic, to be creative with it. We have mages here, though I don’t know what they can do. Meesei is probably better than any of them, but…well there are a lot of them here. With their skills together, we can probably do a lot of the things Meesei could, we just need to make sure they have a supply of potions. Now, what can we do with them? Maybe combine them with the warriors somehow? Let’s see…Lorag, he just loves sharing stories from his Legion days. Maybe…” She continued within her mind, her eyes scanning around at their warriors, particularly the more heavily armed an armored ones.
”Hmm, this is…it’s kind of like a pass, actually. The cave is narrow, only a few can fit through at a time. A shield wall would work here. Spears, shields, heavy armor. We’re lycans, so it’s not like they can physically overpower us, no matter how well trained they are. Or, well, we really don’t want to put anyone outside the gate. They wouldn’t be able to get back in. But it is a good backup plan, if they break through. We could fall back to…that hallway. It’s narrow like the cave. But, come on, what else? What if they try an alternate entrance? The unexplored section would take a while, so I’ll know if they’re trying that, and the vents…OH, wait, vents. That gives me an idea. The cave…it doesn’t have vents.”
Ahnasha quickly approached Darahil and Vera once more, obviously having something important to say. “I have an idea. You have lookouts near the entrance, correct? We can build fires in front of the gates, light them once the lookouts spot the hunters, and have the mages ensure the smoke only heads up the cave, and not towards us. That will cut their visibility to nothing, and might even suffocate them. They will never expect us to attempt to smoke them out. We can set traps, like runes, through the cave and…maybe some flammable oil within sight of the gate. If they have a ram, we need to focus on destroying it. These gates are our best defense, so we need to keep them strong for as long as possible.”
Ahnasha did start to pass up quivers to the archers, but she did not stop thinking. Darahil and Vera seemed like they were just going to rely on their more obvious defenses like the gate. It was possible that they could hold out with what they had, but there had to be more. Darahil did mention that there might be alternate entrances through the unexplored section of the ruin, but she would at least be able to have an idea if the hunters were trying that route. She knew when the hunters left, so she knew roughly the maximum amount of time it should take them to reach the ruin. If they were taking an alternate entrance, it would take them even longer, so she could warn Darahil and Vera. Regardless, despite her beast spirit’s constant distractions, she tried to think about what other options they had. She thought back on strategies that Meesei and others in her pack had used, and tried to think if there was anything she could make use of now.
”Okay, have to think. I need to…I need…ah, get out of my head beast!” Ahnasha tried to think, but her mind was just filling with thoughts of the hunters, and violence. She wanted to rip their foes to shreds with her bare claws, and she was having a hard time thinking of anything more subtle. If she transformed back, she would not be able to take on her lycan form again, but right now, she had a feeling her mind would be more valuable than her body.
After the quivers had been passed up, Ahnasha forced back her beast spirit within her mind and allowed herself to shift back into her normal, Khajiit form. Having not killed anything, it was more of an effort than usual, but once she was back to normal, there was no chance of her transforming again for about another day, against her will or otherwise. Now, at least, she could think clearly. ”Now, let’s see, what are our options? Meesei…she likes to use her magic, to be creative with it. We have mages here, though I don’t know what they can do. Meesei is probably better than any of them, but…well there are a lot of them here. With their skills together, we can probably do a lot of the things Meesei could, we just need to make sure they have a supply of potions. Now, what can we do with them? Maybe combine them with the warriors somehow? Let’s see…Lorag, he just loves sharing stories from his Legion days. Maybe…” She continued within her mind, her eyes scanning around at their warriors, particularly the more heavily armed an armored ones.
”Hmm, this is…it’s kind of like a pass, actually. The cave is narrow, only a few can fit through at a time. A shield wall would work here. Spears, shields, heavy armor. We’re lycans, so it’s not like they can physically overpower us, no matter how well trained they are. Or, well, we really don’t want to put anyone outside the gate. They wouldn’t be able to get back in. But it is a good backup plan, if they break through. We could fall back to…that hallway. It’s narrow like the cave. But, come on, what else? What if they try an alternate entrance? The unexplored section would take a while, so I’ll know if they’re trying that, and the vents…OH, wait, vents. That gives me an idea. The cave…it doesn’t have vents.”
Ahnasha quickly approached Darahil and Vera once more, obviously having something important to say. “I have an idea. You have lookouts near the entrance, correct? We can build fires in front of the gates, light them once the lookouts spot the hunters, and have the mages ensure the smoke only heads up the cave, and not towards us. That will cut their visibility to nothing, and might even suffocate them. They will never expect us to attempt to smoke them out. We can set traps, like runes, through the cave and…maybe some flammable oil within sight of the gate. If they have a ram, we need to focus on destroying it. These gates are our best defense, so we need to keep them strong for as long as possible.”
Avatar’s internal clock counted off the time after the lights darkened. Its omni-tool was already active and waiting for its command to initiate the tactical cloaking program. It had activated thousands of instances of analysis programs to its auditory and visual sensors to heighten its awareness. There were currently 638 redundant programs dedicated to projectile trajectory analysis alone. Once it stepped into the room, its projected processing utilization would be at a staggering 81%.
…4.97, 4.98, 4.99, 5.00 seconds passed, and Avatar engaged its tactical cloak. With its assault rifle in hand, it rounded the corner and moved into the room, sticking close to the wall on its right. The room was exceptionally dark, to the point that only those with low light vision could navigate to any extent. The only reason that those hostiles without low-light vision could return fire to the distraction team was that the hallway through the door was lit.
For Avatar, the distraction was working perfectly. There were few hostiles who were properly equipped to see in the darkened room, but with its tactical cloak, even they had an exceptionally low probability of detecting Avatar’s presence. It moves carefully and quietly along the wall, passing within two meters of a disoriented Turian at one point, but within ten seconds, it had managed to move into the back corner of the room, with the airlocks.
Avatar’s platform could not sustain a tactical cloak whilst it was interacting with the airlock terminal, so it had to remain visible in order to upload RK into the interceptor. However, since the airlocks were in the back corner of the room, and all hostiles were focused on the distraction team, none of the enemy were looking in its direction. Unfortunately, it encountered a delay when attempting to allow RK to upload. The airlock terminal seemed to have a firewall which had not been listed at the security console. However, it was an old, outdated system, and a quick search through its memory revealed that there were known exploits which it could use to bypass the security. In particular, this system was actually vulnerable to a buffer overflow attack, but hacking through would require approximately another ten seconds.
The Krogan leading the mercenaries acted quickly as soon as the doors had been breached. He was wearing a full helmet, and seemed to have no trouble moving, so his suit was likely equipped with low-light vision. Immediately, he ordered a group of his Vorcha, about five or six strong, to rush the left door while their allies provided heavy covering fire. Some stumbled in the darkness at first, but the leading Vorcha was wielding a flamethrower, which he let loose towards the open door, illuminating the area around him enough for the other Vorcha to make their rush for the door as well. At the same time, the Krogan, with a group of three Turians and a Batarian along with him, seemed as if they were making for the right door to move around and flank the distraction team.
…4.97, 4.98, 4.99, 5.00 seconds passed, and Avatar engaged its tactical cloak. With its assault rifle in hand, it rounded the corner and moved into the room, sticking close to the wall on its right. The room was exceptionally dark, to the point that only those with low light vision could navigate to any extent. The only reason that those hostiles without low-light vision could return fire to the distraction team was that the hallway through the door was lit.
For Avatar, the distraction was working perfectly. There were few hostiles who were properly equipped to see in the darkened room, but with its tactical cloak, even they had an exceptionally low probability of detecting Avatar’s presence. It moves carefully and quietly along the wall, passing within two meters of a disoriented Turian at one point, but within ten seconds, it had managed to move into the back corner of the room, with the airlocks.
Avatar’s platform could not sustain a tactical cloak whilst it was interacting with the airlock terminal, so it had to remain visible in order to upload RK into the interceptor. However, since the airlocks were in the back corner of the room, and all hostiles were focused on the distraction team, none of the enemy were looking in its direction. Unfortunately, it encountered a delay when attempting to allow RK to upload. The airlock terminal seemed to have a firewall which had not been listed at the security console. However, it was an old, outdated system, and a quick search through its memory revealed that there were known exploits which it could use to bypass the security. In particular, this system was actually vulnerable to a buffer overflow attack, but hacking through would require approximately another ten seconds.
The Krogan leading the mercenaries acted quickly as soon as the doors had been breached. He was wearing a full helmet, and seemed to have no trouble moving, so his suit was likely equipped with low-light vision. Immediately, he ordered a group of his Vorcha, about five or six strong, to rush the left door while their allies provided heavy covering fire. Some stumbled in the darkness at first, but the leading Vorcha was wielding a flamethrower, which he let loose towards the open door, illuminating the area around him enough for the other Vorcha to make their rush for the door as well. At the same time, the Krogan, with a group of three Turians and a Batarian along with him, seemed as if they were making for the right door to move around and flank the distraction team.
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