Vetreus acknowledged Penny's fighting spirit with a nod. She seemed confident enough in her ability. Hopefully she will be able to keep herself alive. As they walked further into the forest, the Draconian kept his head on a swivel. Taking in as much of the environment as he could. The fae wouldn’t give him the liberty of the last laugh, it was fun going against someone who had a backbone but didn’t take themselves too seriously.
“Thanks for the heads up, keep showing your worth and I won’t have to replace you with Fei Leu.” He’d coo, keeping his eyes focused on the environment. “Being my jester has its perks, but you might be out of the job soon.”
Griselda would twist her head around and look towards Esther, her confidence high after the compliment she received. “Don’t worry about grumpy here, you can leave everything to me!” She wriggled her body in excitement, her ego was easily fueled. Hopefully it won't turn into hubris later.
“If someone is being ripped apart, it’s their own fault. They knew the risk.” Vetreus added, their focus needed to be on their own survival. Rushing to cover someone else’s mistake would only put themselves in danger. Being turned into fertilizer for this overgrown forest was not on his bucket list.
It wasn’t long before any enemy had approached, first it was one, then it was three. Vetreus’s body would outline in a faint yellow as he distributed mana into the white Wyrm blade. Dipping into his sword stance, the draconian stood with his sword unsheathed. His stance was assumed in a manner as though he was going to jab with his katana.
Vetreus’s sword shined brightly, illuminating the immediate area in a shining light before in a smooth motion. He would then lunge, his blade piercing through the air and firing a scorching bolt of radiant light at the stalker. Vetreus would hold his follow through as he observed how the stalker would react. He wished to play this slow and let the fight come to him instead of the other way around.
His eyes would glow yellow as he attempted to collect more information on the stalker, making use of the appraisal skill.
1.Use Radiant Fang C on nearest enemy target 2. Use Appraisal D to gather any info on the stalker
Radiant Fang [Fighting style C, Range D, Blight D, Radiant Element F, Magic F] - Vetreus thrusts his blade forward, firing a piercing shot of searing radiant energy at his target. 3 post cooldown
Griselda relished in the affection received by Penny, treating your servants well is key to bringing out the best in them. The bagel girl would be of no use if she weren’t in the right head space. Meanwhile, Vetreus watched intently should she make any drastic moves on the hatchling.
The verdant forest carried an unsettling eeriness, it was alive, a self-sufficient labyrinth ecosystem bearing unknown horrors. The draconian fingers rested on the hilt of his blade as he took in his surroundings.
Griselda on the other hand had now closed their eyes, fully immersing themselves in their senses. The rhythmic beat of the forest echoing in their ears ever so slightly. She then craned her head towards Vausts direction, her action akin to a compass pointing north without disturbance. Her body would wrap tighter around his upper torso. Instinctually tensing her body up. Vetreus would examine his partner with a curt expression. He found her reaction a bit odd, raising more red flags about the doctor.
“Theres a sound coming from deep within, it’s going Dum-Dum…Dum-Dum..” she remarked, “also there sounds like something is being ripped apart in the distance. I can’t really make it out though too much.” She added proudly.
It was unsettling, even for Vetreus. Particularly the turn of the head she gave Vaust.
He had a bad feeling, the doctor's demeanor was a bit too calm. His movement and words came as though they were predetermined. Griselda’s reaction to him also had the draconian on edge. The hatchling was naive but she held a good intuition when it came to who to trust and who not to.
Fei and Vaust would take the lead leaving Vetreus, Penny, and Esther to the rear. “I thought Fae loved dense overgrowth such as this place? Don’t tell me you're a scared jester.” The draconian folded his arms as he sideeyed Esther before sighing. “We’ll be fine, so long as you stay close.”
A grin would form as everyone seemed to settle into their roles. Turns out they all had some nifty tricks, Vetreus felt a bit of relief. Griselda may have belonged to a mighty race but she was still a child and her powers have yet to fully mature.
Vetreus rested his hand on the hilt of his blade, “Nice to know you’re worth protecting.” He was impressed by Fei’s map, a skill that was arguably the most valuable when it came to maneuvering a tricky labyrinth such as this one.
He looked toward Penny with a contemplative stare. “Guess that leaves me and you to show our worth.” He didn’t see a weapon on her. Perhaps she wielded magic? Or a scholar of some sorts? Either way, she’d have to pull her own weight here soon.
Mikhail looked deep into his mug of ale, entranced by his own reflection. He wore a strained expression on his face, hidden behind his usual blue shades. The image of Jane disappearing replaying in his eyes, he should’ve known better than to leave her alone.
Izzy didn’t fare much better either and Pam was taking it hard in her own way. Mikhail felt inclined to comfort her but showing sympathy to a girl as aggressive as she was at this time wasn’t the best thing to do. She likely would’ve yelled at him or punched the elf in the face.
The best thing he could do for her was get them back.
It hadn’t been long since he’s been riding with this new bunch of folks but it all seemed to be falling apart. The captain was ill, and the other half of the crew's whereabouts are unknown. He felt a bit of responsibility, having said he’d watch over them but at this rate. There wouldn’t be much crew to look after.
Mikhail glanced at Jane's clown crew, a look of despair on their face with their captain missing. There was something about genuinely sad clowns that really made alcohol taste bad. The elf would honk one of their noses in a playful manner, one akin to that of an older sibling.
“She’s in jail, not dead. I bet she is giving Doc a hard time as we speak. You’ll see her again.” He smirked. Mikhail didn’t know Jane long but she was pleasant to be around. She wasn’t all that serious of a person and animated who made light of most situations. Her presence right now was greatly missed. To be honest, Mikhail wasn’t too worried about how she’s holding up. Having faith that the girl was keeping her spirits high.
Izzy was where his concern was at, the girl was tough as nails but also wore her heart on her sleeve. No doubt she was likely taking accountability for it all. Mikhail would take another swig of alcohol, the taste being non-existent damn near. He’d hone in on the ramblings of the tavern, his ears wiggling as he picked up on different conversations rambling. Some people spoke about women, others booze. He found it a bit difficult to cipher through the bullshit. But thanks to the loud drunkard, an in was provided.
“Ya heard that bun-bun?” His gaze didn’t leave his mug as he called for his comrade. She obviously heard that, with those huge fluffy ears. Pamela was surely formulating something in her head.
Vetreus would watch the skeleton silently as it took to the front with haste. Not to lead or anything but rather to serve. Iberis seemed to train her familiars rather well it seemed, Fei knew its place and was doing so by catching the door. Now that the draconian was standing, he’d notice that the skeleton was much taller than he had thought. Not that he questioned it too much.
Before entering the carriage, Esther would quip back at Vetreus without any hesitation. She must’ve been the type to always have to have the last words. In tow, behind Esther stood the hatchling who was highly pleased after having her pre-ride snack.
“That’s right!” The dragon turned her head up, her demeanor dripping with a playful leer at Vetreus as she stepped into the vehicle.
To make matters worse, she was now roping the highly impressionable dragon into it which Vetreus just sighed with arms folded. The late comer would file into the vehicle shortly, looking rather defeated, as she should. This didn’t seem like her day in the slightest. She was late, banged her nose on the door, made a fool of herself, and had her snack taken by a baby. He felt bad for her.
Vetreus would step into the vehicle before Vaust, Griselda had been sprawled across the seat. Without a waste in step, he’d scoop her up into his palms like a mother grabbing their kitten. “The carriage isn’t just for you.” He’d mutter, setting her down in his lap as he made himself comfortable. The carriage was nice, spacious, and clearly had the Duchy's touch of magic added to it. It was a work of art.
Vaust would come to answer the man’s previous question, earning an intrigued raise of the eyebrow from the draconian. “Sounds like we’ll be able to rely on you greatly.” As long as he walked the walk, that is, he’d only be able to surmise the extent of his power only after he’d seen the doctor in action.
Fei’s familiar contract would come into discussion from Esther. The man would hum silently as he listened, finding the conversation intriguing. However, the skeleton would shut it down. For safety reasons of course. “No problems here.” He’d respond to his apology with a raised hand.
The fae's curiosity didn’t stop there, finding the draconian next.
He had to admit, she was sharper than she looked.
“You wouldn’t be wrong in that assumption. In my family, we see one another as tools to further our influence as opposed to true blood bonds. I’m the second son but my birth is seen as illegitimate as a rightful heir by a vast majority of nobles because my mother doesn’t come from a noble nor religious background.” He'd allow her a moment to process.
“Despite possessing Draedora blood, I hold rather little political and institutional power. Still I find it fun to throw the name around without caution as a game. Some people cower and others don’t.” A smirk would form on his face with that last comment. A bit of respect coming off his expression towards the far.
Her next question would come shortly after, the Fae’s gaze was fixed on the dragon who was busy trying to make herself comfortable in her human lap.
“We’re partners until death does us part,Where she goes, I go, and vice versa. You can call this job a bonding exercise for us. She’s not all that powerful just yet. Just a hatchling.” He chose to spare Esther the Néamh backstory, if she spent enough time around the little one. She would hear about it eventually.
The scenery would change outside visibly, the magic city quickly vanishing from sight as the carriage ramped up in speed. Vetreus spent his time idly observing the build quality of the carriage from the inside. The transportation device compromised on neither speed nor comfort. He picked up on what he could and imagined how the artisan who crafted the vehicle mixed magic and metal. His attention was broken by Vaust requesting his naming services. A playful smirk winded up on his face.
“Oh yes, something befitting that poor excuse of a snack you came with. How does crumbs sound?” He amused himself once more. At this rate he could name everyone in this cart if they wished.
Griselda spent her time either napping or fixated on the two girls. Opening one eye to observe Esther from afar, admiring her wings. In her mind she pondered why her line of dragons lacked wings. She was curious as to what it might feel like to have two large appendages sticking out from behind her. “Fae, You’re sitting strange, are your wings a nuisance?” She’d question her.
The dragon would move to look at Penny, the girl seemed rather meek and harmless. Which made Griselda feel all the more comfortable. That was her subordinate after all, she gave up her food meaning the dragon above her in the hierarchy. That's how it worked in the wild. Griselda would boop her nose on her leg with her signature smirk. “Fear not human.” Were her words of reassurance.
She chose to avoid Fei Lui and Vaust though they were questionable. The latter being the most dangerous one, his aura screamed it.
The carriage came to a stop eventually, signalling that they had arrived. The doors would open revealing a landscape that differed greatly compared to the magic city. It was time to get to work.
Vetreus rested his hand on the white Wyrm’s hilt, his eyes shooting toward Griselda. “You, don’t leave my sight.” He motioned to her, the dragon sighed but understood. Climbing up his body before wrapping around his body like a necklace.
“If anyone gets injured, bring it to my attention. Griselda possesses healing capabilities.” His gaze would turn to the skeletons, pondering whether or not it would affect them. “However I’m not sure if it will have the opposite effect on you Fei.”
Griselda would watch with awe once again as Esther strummed at her instrument. Her body swayed to the rhythm of the Faes instrument as she hummed along. She’d follow the musical notes flying in the air like a moth to a flame.
“Anything of interest?” He cut down the hatchlings' fun time, his gaze serious. It was time to work, not play. The hatchling understood with a nod of their head before stepping forward. Their scales would shimmer for a moment as they stuck their head in the air. The whiskers on their face began to dance as she tried to get a read on the forest.
1. Use Detection F to gather more information about the Labyrinth
Detection F [(Heightened sense( Hearing ) F, Sixth Sense: Mana sense F] - Griselda uses her acute senses to gather information.
Vetreus’s gaze narrowed as the woman flipped his insult, he’d straighten his body as he observed her body language. It wasn’t a bat retort, timed well, and had a nice bite to it. Nor did she waver in her confidence. It was a strike below the belt, he had to admit. But, he was impressed by her ballsyness to say that to a noble.
The draconian's gaze softened as his eyebrows lifted into surprise, his lips curved into a humored grin. “You’re a bold Jester. Not afraid to gamble your life and your family's freedom? I’m impressed.” Unlike the skeleton, the fae indeed had a backbone, he enjoyed the fact that she didn’t stay silent just because the Draconian was of a higher social status. On top of that, possessing some wit.
The skeleton's demeanor seemed to change as it stood straight up? Perhaps he took the bone pun too seriously? Or he found the humor in it and it cheered him up? It was hard to read the familiar's face when it lacked facial muscles.
A large thud would hit the giant doors that separated the room from the outside. Slowly, the gateway opened. Revealing the late arrival, her face, red as a tomato as she walked into the room. “Nice of you to join us.” His expression was apathetic, as though an insect had flown into the room. For a first impression, this woman was off to a terrible spot. Ranking below Fei Leu in the pecking order at the moment. Griselda would twist her body with a curious tilt to her eyes, finding the flattened bagel on the ground. Her eyes would narrow as the gears began to shift.
Was everyone here truly carefully selected? He pondered on the thought for a breath before Valeriana spoke in favor of the bagel girl. She was pretty good at reading the room he had to admit.
The mention of Western Empire interference being a possibility made Vetreus smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were affiliated with either of my brothers. Wouldn’t be a bad play, dispose of me outside of Western territory while acquiring valuable information.”He held a hand to his chin while he nodded his hand, as though he was tipping his hat off to the thought of his brothers if they were to attempt to assassinate him.
Vetreus would pocket the orb before excusing himself from the table, rising to his full stature. Griselda would readjust around his collar, wrapping herself around Vetreus’s body once more. “Are you going to introduce yourself? You pleaded with me to let you handle the introductions since I didn’t show proper respect to your lineage.”His voice lacked patience. The dragon would playfully float into the man’s view with a grin.
“Patience, I knew we were waiting for one more. Dragons do not repeat themselves.”She pointed her snout toward the ceiling pridefully.
“Now that everyone is here, My name is Griselda. Daughter of Vel’Deth and Graeinarch. The blood of the skyboding néamh line runs through me.” The hatchling would release herself from the man’s collar, standing on the meeting halls floors at a strong height of 3ft. Not lacking an ounce of confidence nor pride. She began to make her way over to the late comer, snout held high.
“Human! You seem to understand the true power I wield which is why you’re unable to speak! FEAR NOT, for I am merciful! Though it is not Sheep! I understand that you come from a poor family and this is all you can afford. I shall accept your beige circle disc this one time!”Though the noodle talked a big game, its voice was rather squeaky and high pitched. Not the least bit intimidating.
Vetreus simply folded his arms, non plus with the situation but he wasn’t going to interfere. Penny was harmless, so there was nothing to be worried about.
Vaust would move past the spectacle taking the lead of the situation, which Vetreus would simply walk close behind. As he moved towards the door, Griselda would take a step to the side. Her confidence wavered but she did her best to stand tall amidst danger.
“Talking so big but you haven't done anything yet. You’re a child.”He walked past the hatchling. “Come on.”He beckoned to them as he walked beside Vaust. However the dragon stood firm in front of Penny as she awaited the delicious treat.
“This isn’t my first time. Plenty of people want me dead, relatives included. So if we run into Western Empire, feel free to waste them if they cause trouble. I won’t stop you.” He turned to hear Esther’s answer to the question. His eyes narrowed a bit sharp. “With a smart mouth like that, I’m surprised you haven’t found yourself in hotter water.”
Vetreus would move aside with Vaust, allowing Esther and Penny to make themselves comfortable within the carriage first. The more the doctor spoke, the more questionable he sounded. How he took to the front, and asked questions regarding combat. It was as though he’s seen and lived through countless battles and outcomes. It wasn’t pre-cognition, there was a strong confidence that was built over time. The kind you build only after performing time and time again.
“How about you Vaust? Have you seen a lot of combat in your lifetime?” Vetreus questioned the man with folded arms.
Esther’s plucking of the harp would garner a new guest, one that had been sleeping not long ago but was lulled awake by the gentle notes. The slumbering dragon would crane its head above the table, but only enough for the top of their head to look on towards the fae with extreme curiosity. Each strum of the instrument would cause the living noodle known as Griselda to sway side to side.
The fae would interject her own thoughts, clashing with Vetreus’s opinion of Fei Liu. “Ah yes, I would expect the aspiring musician whom subjected us to the unsolicited strumming of their harp to co-sign the poor behavior of their master. Perhaps you are their second familiar?” He jabbed back, when she introduced herself and gave them the freedom to give her a title. A smirk would appear on his face, “a title you say? Yes, I’ll bestow one upon you. Hmmm let me think of something fitting.” He placed a hand to his chin as he thought for a breath before settling on a name.
“I, Vetreus Draedora, Son of the Ororoot Empire’s illustrious Tellos Draedora, grant you, Ester, the title of jester.” As he spoke, Vetreus raised his white wyrm blade and acted as though he was knighting the woman from afar. “Friends and familiar, please refer to Esther as Esther the Jester from here on out.” A satisfied grin danced on his lips.
Only now he had just noticed the little one in his lap who had awakened. “So nice of you to join us.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, the hatchling would in kind respond with an audible yawn, before smacking her lips with a satisfied Chomp, chomp as her mouth closed.
“That was goooooooood.” The dragon would climb around Vetreus’s shoulder with a grin, using his broad shoulders to stretch out its long body. “Are you giving people a hard time already, I can’t take a nap without you being a grouchapuss.” The dragon jabbed, receiving a low growl from Vetreus.
Vaust would change the subject, asking Vetreus how he enjoyed the Duchy. When Vaust referred to Vetreus as the hail of Draedora, a hollow laugh would erupt from the Draconian's chest. He was genuinely humored by the man’s humility.
“hahahahahaha, heir of Draedora. If only you knew.” Vetreus would brush past Vausts words, answering his other questions. “The Duchy is always a spectacle to visit. Where hale from, sand and shine rule supreme. The duchy is the pinnacle of magic and as an artisan myself, I find it fascinating. Perhaps in another life, I’d have studied abroad here. You are correct in your assumptions, I pray that the god we come across is one of good intentions.”
The protectorate would interject, reassuming control over the meeting as she answered both Vastus and Esther’s questions. As the woman spoke though, Griselda’s eyes remained glued to Esther’s harp. They had only emerged from their egg not too long ago and possessed the unbridled curiosity of an infant. Music was a mortal creation that captivated the dragon with ease. She swayed with every strum more, it was as though Esther was charming her like a snake charmer. However, Griselda never strode too far from Vetreus.
“What’s that V?” She murmured to Vetreus, “hmm? You mean the Jester?” He replied without missing a beat.
“No not her, the thing she is pulling.”
“It’s a musical instrument known as a harp. Do you like it?” Vetreus answered her question with curiosity.
“Harp….harp…harp..” Griselda murmured, committing the instrument to memory.
Vetreus would turn to see Fei Lui approach, though its face lacked any expression. Their body language seemed rather sullen and they didn’t respond to his earlier comments. Vetreus would thank the skeleton for the orb.
“It seems like Fei Liu is missing a back bone.” He joked with a pleased grin, he didn’t care if the others liked the joke or not. The draconian was enjoying himself. This would only receive and sassy eye-roll from Griselda.
The gruff voice of the Draconian echoed within the silent room, he sat with a dull expression. A calloused fist propped Vetreus’s head up as he leaned back in his chair. His legs had been folded neatly underneath himself , he displayed a level of aloofness that might have been palpable to some.
Though what lied wrapped neatly around the man’s torso would pool some interest from the other participants. Shimmering white scales were tied neatly around his next, twice over leading to a head that laid peacefully in the man’s lap. In between stints of silence, quiet snoozing sounds could be heard coming from underneath the table. There you would find the hatching, Griselda, taking a nap with no concern for the matters at hand.
Hearing mention of faith and divination was tales of good omen for the draconian. He had accepted this job not for the reward the protectorate promised but for the lost knowledge he might find within the labyrinth. The risk of danger comes with the reward of vast riches and baubles alike, making it a popular attraction for adventurers. Many go in, but few come out.
The man known as Doctor Severin Vaust picked the question out from Vetreius’s mind. The origin of said religious entity was important and would determine what they might come into contact with while down there. A demonic entity would prove an easier time for the draconian but little to no chance of having what he desires, while on the other hand. A church based entity will be a bit more difficult but higher chance of finding what he desires.
Doctor Severin also held a peculiar air about himself, despite not being affected by [Menace] due to his standing. Upon meeting with the man, Griselda's danger sense had gone off. Showing that this man was one to keep an eye on.
Fei Lui’s appearance would give Vetreus a brief chuckle upon seeing their appearance. He wondered when did Aslan start allowing dog chew toys into meeting proceedings but alas, he chose to keep these thoughts to himself. Well until the skeleton spoke up and introduced itself, it wasn't even an entity on its own but its existence was brought upon by the magic of another.
“Is this, Iberis here at the moment? I hope you understand that sending a pawn in place of their absence is a poor representation of your master.” Vetreus craned his head towards Fei Lui with a concerning level of apathy before straightening out his body.
“I am Vetreus Draedora, 2nd son of the Draedora Nobility within the Ororoot Empire.” Explaining his noble status always grinding his gears a bit and it was easy to tell as he spat the second half out in annoyance.
The rocking of the ship jostled the young man awake from his cot, as he slowly came too he could feel an immense amount of pain across his chest. The bandages that liked his chest were lightly stained in Scarlet. Valery winced a bit from the pain inspecting his surroundings, he seems to be in the lower decks of some ship.
His memory was a bit foggy but the pain from his body got him right up to speed. He noticed that despite losing the fight he wasn’t restrained, perhaps they no longer saw him as a threat? Surely the marines would incarcerate him for such a crime. He attempted to get onto his feet, finding success but only temporarily as his body was rather weak from blood loss. Quickly, Valery stuck to the walls of the ship. Propping himself up with the wall as he shuffled over to the cabin door. As he reached for the door he took notice of the knob shifting on its own, Indicating someone was about to enter.
“Ahh I see you’re finally awake” captain Rockaport smirked before giving Val a good strike on the top of his head
“OUCH WHADDYA DO THAT FOR!” Val replied as he clutched his head and kneeled to the ground. He could physically feel the afflicted area begin to swell up.
“YOU STUPID BRAT, DON'T EVER DREAM OF EMBARASS ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR ILL PROPERLY CUT YOU DOWN MYSELF” the captain shouted, spit particles assaulted Valery. He was so mad it was almost as though you could see steam seeping from his ears as he shouted.
After a little bit, captain Rockaport cooled off. Seeing not much use beating the kid up more than he already is.
“By the way that Marine guy left a message for ya, he said he can’t give you that sword bsck right now because he needs it for something. But if you want you are more than welcome to try and challenge him once more but he won’t hold back next time.”
“I see…” Valery replied, letting the room fall in silence. You could visibly see his annoyance as he zoned out in thought. The guilt of failure as not only did he fail to retrieve the sword but his opponent took pity on him, it was shameful to say the least. Memories of the fight played in his head, he was unable to land a hit of any type on the man. He wasn’t even fighting at full strength yet he managed to still run circles around Val. He was far too weak and naive.
“Thank you for all your help, Captain. I’m sorry for an-“ he was stopped by the captain holding up his hand before lighting up a cigarette.
“Don’t start getting all sentimental on me now, clearly this was something important to you.” Rockaport puffed out a cloud of smoke. “There comes a time in every man’s life where they’ve got to fight for something they believe in and I saw it loud and clear that marines resolve was just stronger than yours and it showed, call It what you want but you’re lucky that he let you off with a wound instead of taking your life or letting you rot in a cell.”
Valery clenched his fist, what he was saying was true. Even while fighting it seemed as though he was always looking past him, as though something far greater was important. “Why are you telling me these, you barely know me and I caused a lot of trouble for you as well”
“So that you understand before you kick the bucket before me. I've seen a couple of fights in my day and I could tell you were clearly fighting for a cause. That resolve will get you far in this world. Don’t worry about why I am giving you advice, Us older guys are here to guide you youngsters so don’t think too hard about it.” Rockaport exclaimed before taking another puff. “We’re about to dock shortly. I’ll have one of the crew members bring you a parting meal before we go our separate ways. You can also have some of my old clothes that don’t fit anymore in that crate in the corner.” The captain replied before heading off.
What was brung to the room was more like scraps than a meal, a cold chicken leg with some rice that seemed to have gone bad. Valery sighed as his stomach growled, he begrudgingly ate food. With each bite he missed Ocean song Village more and more.
He then rummaged through the crate of clothes managing to find a plain white t-shirt and some tan trousers which happened to match the boots he had. By the time he was all set the ship was docking at the gangplank. Valery surfaced from the innards of the ship, breathing in fresh air as he laid his eyes on Kappa island.
“This is yours” Captain Rockaport replied as he handed over Valerys sword.
“Thanks for everything, captain,” Valery said before bowing his head. “Next time I see you, there’s going to be another sword attached to my hip” he exclaimed as he waved goodbye to the rest of the crew.
Now making contact with Kappa island, Valery recalled a large tavern that peaked his interest from the doc. The meal he had in the ship was a bit underwhelming, he’d need proper nutrition if he was to regain full strength.
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