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Simply put the number of dice you would like to roll followed by a "d" and then add how many sides you want each die to have. Post rolling requires this in 'quotes' or [Square brackets], and nothing is needed for email rolls.

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Hermodur, Norvegicus, Rabi, Silver and Zunden have traveled to the cruel, unforgiving expanse known as the Shifting Sands with their companion Violet. On the way, they became allies with the monks of the Lunar Monastery after helping them solve a murder case. The culprit, a bat pony mare named Aurora d'Arbanville, has also joined the party on their travels.

Back in the Dominion, Hermodur has had visions of Ailuros' continued campaign. Against her normal wishes, the would-be princess has contracted a Fire Witch, members of a sect of Celestia that are known for their prophetic powers. Ailuros is using the Fire Witch's abilities to routinely check on Hermodur. Hermodur himself has also encountered a Fire Witch called Fever Ray, who suggested trying dragonfire to transmit messages out of the Echoes.

Meanwhile, Zunden encountered a crippled mare called Dawn, who was under the care of the monks, who was found by them under bizarre circumstances. She soon found that this was the same Dawn whose ruined journal they had found at the start of their travels, although she was unfortunately not able to say much to Zunden before passing out. However, her most grevious wounds have been healed, and she will recover in time, although it is unlikely she will be able to see well again.

The Shifting Sands have proven themselves as deadly and treacherous as their reputation. A vast expanse of crimson sand, the Sands are populated by all manner of monstrous creatures, such as the predatory Terreocti or the elusive but deadly Bone Shambler, and the few that live there have been driven to madness and desperation by the desert. To make things worse, the party have discovered that the desert itself is alive, comprised of millions and millions of tiny treasure-loving insects masquerading as grains of sand.

Not all is despair, however. The party have not only grown in number with the addition of Aurora, but also made the acquaintance of a pair of traveling merchants, Rosen and Gilder, from who they acquired clothes for their journey as well as a disparity of magical trinkets. After having claimed water supplies from a reaver camp nearby, the party stand poised to embark on a long and arduous stretch of their journey traversing a vast salt flat. Beyond lies the center of the desert where Violet has heard great treasures can be found in forgotten ruins, as well as the heart of the Shifting Sands: an immense spire known as the Hive.

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"I suppose we could drop him off somewhere, if you really are feeling generous. I have the feeling Hermodur and Zunden won't be thrilled to see him alive and above deck."


"What's your decision, then?"


"Hmph.. very well, i suppose we could give him a chance to scrape by from this. We did take his ship and ruin his shoulder, after all."


As you sit around debating what to do, Lysander regains consciousness, gingerly touching his mangled arm. He glares at you all as he begins to exit in the lifeboat. "You win this round," he concedes. "Enjoy my ship while it lasts, if you can." He spits at you and pushes the boat out, hopping in as it falls out of the ship. You see it sprout sails on its sides, like a smaller version of the airship itself, and flies off into the distance. You hear him yelling obscenities on the wind as he makes his "dramatic" escape. "Good riddance," Aurora curses, glaring after him.

Through tremendous effort, you manage to tear yourself away from your fragmented vision and regain control over your body. Seeing as it is about to land safely in the water, you remove the rings for now.

"Um… okay. I just work here dude." Seeing the ship finally stabilize, he lets go of the gunwales and looks around, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

You find the rest of the group in the lower deck, watching as Lysander flies off in his skyboat to parts unknown. Zunden seems to be recovering well enough.

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Flow grins.
"I didn't get hit, lass," he brags.
He's starting to get nervous at the apparent stalemate the party's reaching.
He looks up at Flaming fighting the golden golem with a fierce gaze.
"I really hope your plan works, Amy, whatever it is."

Vice and Trapper both look to each other and nod before approaching the mare.
>"Do you require assistance, miss?"
Trapper does some quick thinking as Vice talks to the mare.
>>"…oi Box, y'got any weapons we can use? Flow took all of his with him…cheeky prick…"


Shei-Sher clasps his hooves together and spills his aura out. He moves slowly, performing a flowing yogic dance. Working the qi of Pausanias memories to reveal information.
[1d10+1] qi working and/or PHASE AURA

Roll #1 1 + 1 = 2


KP stands up, wobbling a little bit. He shakes off the water to dry off a bit, feeling a bit upset at the cheap shot.

>"Wait, wait, I got an idea! Quick, let's get into groups! If we all piggyback, they can't hit us since we're right on each other! I think we're even enough size and strength wise that this should work!"

"Right, I remember that. Er, sorry by the way, when I hit you out that one time there."
Pryce says as he remembers back then.

"That's fine, gives us time to think out how to negotiate."
Pryce says as they follow.
"There isn't much to say about myself. I used to be a Knight for the church before the Rapture, and how we've been drifting around almost trying to help things out."



"It wasn't that bad," Amy says, waving a dismissive hoof. "Didn't even knock me down!"

"If you can take a hit in the front from an attack from that magic slime guy, that'd be awesome!"


You activate your protection spell, and manage to leap away from the heavy stone staff as it obliterates the tile where you were just standing. Undeterred, the slime strikes again, stabbing at you with the butt of its staff.


"My pet appears to have gone missing, and whatever I do, I can't seem to find it," the mare says. "Will you help me look for him?"

You feel your connection to his mind drift and blur as more fog enters the void, making you feel like one about to wake from a lucid dream.

"Don't be sorry!" River says, slapping your elbow lightly. "It was a great time, I'd have been annoyed if you weren't really trying to win."

"And I'm a wandering doctor," River says. She offers a summary of your journey to Gjenganger, briefly covering the Starchart Plains, Lilane, and what happened in Mariposa, but notably leaves out everything from Fantasia and before that.
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Cutlass smiles. "Sounds like the essence of adventure anyway. I'm more than ready for it!"


"I see. It is almost introspective as much as it is a physical trial, if not more so… bizarre."


"He is a dreamer, misguided in his idealism," she answers plainly. "A dandelion prophet. I hope he one day sees the error of his path. The fact that he ever stood between us and our goal of stopping the madmare Toko is proof enough of his foolishness."

"I certainly hope you are right. I, for one, have no intention of dying any time soon." She comes off rather cold, but she smiles a little at your optimism.

She nods. "We accept your challenge, Herbkeeper."


"The glowing is a common involuntary symptom of beginners who are near a Breakpoint. You'll get a better handle on them in time.

"They can be 'sorta just anything' at the lowest levels, but only once you start to achieve higher levels of competence in Aura, they'll be more specific, more difficult, and more about things that personally concern you one way or another. But since you're just starting out, a fight with a more experienced user will suffice."

He smiles and glows with yellow aura. "I feel the very same way. It is why I wanted to learn these powers to begin with. Now then… do you have any further questions or are you ready to begin? If you are, attack me however you like, whenever you like."




"He simply wishes to follow the most influential individuals he can find on his path to greatness. And, I've already seen a way to turn that intention into something greater."


"If you insist," Cutlass says as she stands and readies her daggers.


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You've returned safely and unscathed from the nightmarish well. A good meal and sound sleep later, you feel yourself ready for more adventure.

Twinklebreeze mentioned he had another potential location for an artefact. Such an artefact would be enough to get you at least 500 bits after Twinklebreeze's finder's commission. Combined with your reward for the Moondial, that's enough to fund the airship construction!

It's a grey and dreary morning. The ground is still damp and wet from last night's terrible stormy weather.
As you fly outside the inn towards Ribbon's bed in the barn, you notice a Breezie once again wearing a Tinker uniform. This Breezie wears a peculiar hat with lights going on in and off in different patterns. He has short white hair and white short beard. His coat is blue.
Ribbon seems to have noticed the breezie already and is eying him suspiciously.
The Breezie turns and flies to you both as you go outside.
"Observation." He announces quite dramatically. "You are…" he gets out two little cards "Pattern Pitch and….Fairweather."
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'1d10' I will stick to hopping along the ground and trying to peck at the fake robot.
"Ribbon, help me corner her!"

Roll #1 4 = 4


Ribbon is very confused.
However, you do manage to get your own again.
And looking at the other ravens, you do realize that despite your clumsiness your sheer size and weight is intimidating enough to keep them at bay
With your broken sword glowing with fire, symbolizing your righteous rage towards the violation of nature and your own breezieness, the sword cuts right through metal exterior and the fake scrap breaks into pieces. The pieces vaporize and rematerialize into a very bruised purple breezie. She's knocked back and dazed.


I will try flying now, let's circle her to make sure she can't escape. '1d10'

Roll #1 10 = 10


"Aha! Is now our chance?"

Press X to join in all out attack!

Tackle her with Pattern and Ribbon!



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Temporary thread for Soul Quest this evening / any future instances where we can't play on our normal site, post your sheets for the 9th session of Soul Quest
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"Hello…" I reply, taken off guard by the construct's amicable tone. "Well uh, you know what they say… Be a fast machine. Keep your motor clean…"

"Yeah, it's a new manufacturing line. Reboot of an old design."

"Say, you wouldn't know who that is, would you?" I indicate the mare to Piston with some subtlety.


Alexis tries to think of a response, some witty reassurance, but coming up with nothing just says.

"I can't."


Pain clutches his chest as Bal'boa gestures towards him, exasperatedly letting his head fall to the table and closing his eyes, sticking out his tongue pantomiming dying. As Dead Tom speaks him, he jumps to attention and smirks towards Bal'boa, then turning to Tom.

"Tom the only grudge I'd hold towards you is if you didn't fight with your all. I won't hold back as well, but if you defeat me, you'll have my graces and my best wishes in towards winning the tournament."

Pain says, wiping the goofy expression from taunting Bal'boa off his face and looking sternly at Tom in the eye sockets,

"I hope you won't hold it against me that I'll give my all as well."


Lila smiles, "That's good! I'm glad to hear that you're good. I'm good too! Been having a LOT of fun around here, normally m'lord doesn't let me do anything this fun for this long but since we're having a one on one fight, I don't think he'd mind if I spent time saying hello myself!"

As you comment about if you're supposed to be nice to each other, she frowns, sitting cross-legged in the air as she flutters. "Oh… I guess that's a good point. I'm not sure if we're supposed to be nice to each other right before a fight either, I guess that does seem a little weird…" she turns her head, "Well, m'lord says appearances are important, and it's better for someone to think you're nice than mean, so… I think it's alright." She chuckles. "You're nice too. I wouldn't like to fight either but, it's a fighting tournament!" She shrugs, "What can you do?"

Lachoc chuckles, "Hehe… well, can't say it wasn't worth a shot." He cricks his neck a little, stretching out his limbs. "Guess I'll just have to give it my all then and hope it doesn't come up too short. Guess I have to admit, I'm MUCH more glad to be up against you than some of these other bruisers out there…" he pauses, "Oh, heh, not to make you sound like you're weak or anything just, you know, less likely to leave this ol' ram a pasty pancake than that Bal'boa guy."

Piston sounds a metallic-sounding laugh.
>"Can't say I heard that one, but it's not bad."
He nods his head in approval as you mention it's a reboot.
>"Ah, must be falling behind on my model catalog, don't recognize it. So much new Tech being developed these days even I have trouble keeping up with it all."

As you ask him about the copper mare, the machine looks between you and her repeatedly, seemingly caught of guard.
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Bal'boa snarls out the sides of his mouth as you mock him from afar, pushing himself towards your direction before his manager gets in the way, mumbling to him about saving his energy for the fight as he prevents an early confrontation and pushes him to the side.

Tom looks to you as you get serious, and bows his head. "No, of course I wouldn't hold a grudge against you. The only person I'd blame for my failure is myself. I will fight however hard I must in order to win, but you will have my best wishes as well should you succeed. I look forward to an excellent match, my friend… and let neither of us hold anything back."

He holds up a hoof, "If I may, I would ask an arrangement: should you win our duel, I will tell you everything I know of Bal'boa from my confrontation with him last evening. And should you win, I would ask if your manager might share anything he sees in 'his' fight while the two of us are ore-occupied."

As all of you converse with your opponents, you hear a call cry out from Viola once more as she raises her hoof.

"If you are all quite ready, it is time to begin the first round of the Finals! Please, pair yourself up with your designated opponent, and follow behind me as I lead you all to the first fighting grounds. All non-combatants, you will be escorted to the spectators' section to be part of the crowd."
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>"That was crazy, we're not even at the pyramid yet! Is there anyway we could speed this up a little?"
KP asks, keeping a cautious eye out for any other threats.
>Perception [1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8


"That depends, are you afraid of heights? And can you swim?" She says, pointing down the edge of the slope leading down from the top of the waterfall, towards the LOOOOONG drop leading down to where it leads back into a river at the bottom going to the temple.


Shei-Sher is at a loss of words for a moment and he thinks his next response very carefully. Shei-Sher kneels before King Linias "Then allow me to serve this kingdom one last time. I am not a sheep, I am a goat and though our genealogy is stretched there is kinship between us, as I had learned when I once traveled with Prince Novelus. The Tablet is yours, but when you do open the Vault, let me appraise the items for you."

Shei-Sher puts his hoof forward, in it is Pupil. "This eye was from the omni-fuel that generated from Y'dryth's ember in the seat of Vadahara. It has a divine connection with Y'dryth's memory as far as I can tell. Please hold it in your hoof and look at me. Tell me what you see."


"There still remains a few days before this expedition starts, we have time to see what lies below there. Not to impose, but what if the records do not detail what lies in there because any information was kept inside the vault as well to not be temptations for invaders? Zha has remained calm and protected even in this demon-world until the invasion the other day. I ask that the vault could be examined at least, before a decision is made."


The creature runs away in a fit. The nail beast can see and smell that there are other monsters like it lurking among the shadows, as can Flaming and KP. But the monsters do not pursue you, and instead slink away into the shadows.
"Right, let's put in some distance before they attack again!" Blessings shouts, whipping the Rumblers into extra quickness. The lizards pull the cart forward, swiftly putting a geat distance between you and those monsters.

After a little while, the winding path through the hill comes to an end and gradually flattens out, delivering you again into the thick and overgrown forest and away from the clutches of beasts for now. The temple of Slipper looms a short distance beyond, with the air pleasantly cool and damp, with the thundrous rhythm of the mighty river in your ears. You forage onward in the cart unto the massive temple, making out the outline and intricate design of an ancient set of doors in the outer walls.

"Enough," the King says, refusing Pupil. "I have heard all too much about this device from my son's account of his travels. I will not allow either of you into the Vault; we have had to bend our traditions copiously out of necessity in these past months, but the sacredness of that ancient earth, you will not enter. Give me the other tablet, and I shall have the royal geomancers make a new magatama from them and inspect what lies below. In the meantime, stay here with Prince Novelus."
In a rare moment of levity, the King cracks a stern smile. "After all, the lamb doesn't shut up about either of you."


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Hermodur, Zunden, Rabi, Silver Song and Norvegicus have been exiled to the world known as the Echoes. Upon exploring their initial surroundings, they found an old diary belonging to someone called Dawn, and later met a fellow exile called Violet Moon, who had found a strange brick cylinder in a boat that had washed ashore nearby. Violet has so far been acting as their guide through the Echoes, and they are accompanying her on a quest to a far off desert called the Shifting Sands. According to Violet, an inscription she found in the tomb of an ancient king has led her to believe they will find something of great value in the center of the desert.

While staying in the small settlement of Ironbrook, the party ran into a notorious bandit gang called the Bloody Mummers, having gotten into a barfight with some of their members. This led to them taking a long path around so as to avoid the Mummers' attention, leading them into a treacherous stretch of swamp known as Durenwol. There they met the sorcerer Black Pudding, who had apparently had dealings with Violet in the past. Pudding promised to aid them in return for their service, asking them to bring him parts of a terrible beast called the Berrengaith.

The party agreed to this and ventured into the Rotten Wood, eventually coming across the beast. However, they soon found that there was more to it than they'd anticipated: the Berrengaith is host to a swamp spirit, which used to have dominion over Durenwol until it was overthrown by Pudding and trapped inside a monstrous boar. They were offered the choice of either slaying it now or gathering the required items to free it: a black lily from the Dreaming Spring, the eyes of a deer, and the skull of its former body, which is in the possession of Black Pudding. The party have not agreed to either choice yet, but as a sign of good faith the swamp spirit let them take the blood and teeth that Pudding had asked for; in return, they received a slew of items that will aid them on their journey. Upon returning to Violet, they also discovered that the loss of her eye was due to Pudding having taken it from her, after she tried to take the skull herself.

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Zunden frowns, but nods,

"Perhapz, perhapz… But again, fate iz a ztrange zhing. It iz not healzhy to dwell on what ze pazt could be. Ze pazt is zet on ztone, it iz our futurez zhat are fluid. Zhere iz zertainly zomezhing for you in ze future, I azzure you,"

She smiles again,

"And I'll keep working to make zure you make it zhere. I won't have pazzing on my watch."



"Companionship aside, you serve a valuable function simply by being there in a fight and not dying. It sounds cruel, but providing an extra body to withstand the blows of the enemy is a phenomenally important service. It's why I think it was foolish of us to split up. You saw how poorly that fight went when we had less bodies to get hit. We were hit more, and it was almost too much for us. We would surely die without you being there."


Hermodur laughs. "Easy? See, this is exactly why I think you should hear more stories like this. I don't think anyone has ever had an easy time of it."

Hermodur sighs. "I was… young. Sixteen years old, I suppose? Somewhere around there. Maybe a little younger. I was working in a tavern at the time. I moved jobs frequently. Few people in Abyssinia could suffer the presence of a felid for long. I don't know if you are aware, but we have a stigma for being… swindlers, to put it lightly."

"Somebody had stolen something from the tavern. Nothing new. I was blame, of course. Nothing new. But, this time, it seemed it was something of greater value. I know not what it was, but it made the tavern owner get the authorities involved. They were coming for me, and I know how that story goes. So, I fled."

"I didn't get far before they caught up with me. I was cornered in an alley, pony guardsmen on either side blocking any exit. I only had one option left: climb the walls. So, I tried. Thanks to these claws," he says, exposing them proudly, "I could have gotten away. But, they were too quick. They pulled me down from the wall violently. I hit my head… I became dizzy."

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I manage a small smile. "Thanks."

I pause for a second, debating on if I should even mention not going into the camp with everyone else. I decide I may as well. 'Actually I didn't. I was outside the camp the whole time. That's where I was attacked."

I sit back and quietly listen to Hermodur's story. I cringe as it develops, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Now I think I know why he holds Ailuros in such high regard, though. "I think," I say. "I think I understand you a little better now…"

I sigh and roll back over onto my back again. "I don't want to look for it, but it's hard not to when people keep telling you that it's all but inevitable. It's like every time I turn my back I'm scared I'll end up in a life or death situation with someone and be forced to do it. I don't want to think about it as much as I do. I want to think that we're all just products of our situation, and if given the chance to change we will. But it's like everything that happens is trying to do its best to change that, and the more I deal with others the more naive I feel for wanting to give everyone a chance."



Hermodur bursts out into laughter again. "I often think I'm the most straightforward person possible. But, I suppose I can be hard to understand. If only you could have the opportunity to meet Ailuros. You'd understand completely," he speaks with such adoration and whimsy in his voice.

"All of my wisdom is hers. She has taught me all I know. And, you're right. We are a product of our situations. People DO deserve a chance. But, as I said before to Silver. We don't always have that privilege."

"I asked her once: how do we gain that privilege. She told me through power. If you have the strength to impose your will and the endurance to withstand the consequences, then you can gain control of any situation. Then, you have the privilege of mercy."

"Each time I kill, it is a result of my own weakness. And, it reflects poorly on Ailuros. In her divinity, she has infinite privilege for mercy. Of course, not all will accept it, that is something you must always be ready for as well."

Hermodur looks to Norv with a stern expression. "Norvegicus, if you wish to have the privilege of showing others mercy, then you must first get stronger. Get strong enough that you can control any situation. Then, no one will ever have to die."


"I think maybe that's why it's hard to understand. The straightforwardness. It's refreshing, but it makes me… Well, it makes me a little uncomfortable."

I think hard as Hermodur continues. Resorting to killing is a sign of weakness. Get stronger and nobody has to die. That's what I'd thought before. Even if I had to stoop lower to do it. "Yeah," I say. "I guess that makes sense. How to actually do it is the problem." I sigh. "Still. It's another thing to think about. Almost makes me miss when what I was going to eat was the only thing I had to worry about."

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Some people live in their old ways, set in how keeping to tradition is why things kept for so long.

Some people are quick to embrace the new and unknown, convinced that evolution is all that matters.

Some people have abandoned reason as they watched their world ripped asunder and smash into realities thought to be only in the imagination.

Exceptional people of these beliefs have dealt with their realm bleeding into others by fast becoming saviors, diplomats, leaders, caretakers, salvagers, scavengers, conquering heroes or scheming villains. Throughout the world, every expanding inch of it, opportunities are popping up for these exceptional people to prove themselves; for profit or charity…

Somewhere in a great underground dungeon made of steel and glass are some of these people who are quickly meeting back-to-back as they face tribals carrying spears and blugeons from all directions!
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You heal yourself enough that the pain becomes a slight stinging. The humanoid is gone from this place. 4/5 Hits

You hear the thing quickly going on all fours towards the West hallway, it will be there next turn!


"My mistake dear."


"Wait, hey, who are you?"


I get a little annoyed at the thing fleeing, and decide to check this room for valuable things instead. '1d10'

Roll #1 4 = 4


I'll quickly move back to the western door. Torch-first.
"Questions can wait until after this thing is dead."

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"I'm beginning to actually think that…." Veta thinks over what Teal says about weapons and such.
"Well, maybe, I guess. Though I don't think my sweet-talking has been all that great. It just got me punched in the face a lot, last time I checked."


"Aye, which is why i need t'find some better way o'holdin me own. Ye can't rely on the crew fer everythin, need t'be strong enough t'handle a brawl by meself, ideally."



"Mmm… you know, usually, I'd just propose us girls doing some good ol' shopping. Helps lift the spirit, for sure. I'm down for it if you are. However, given the circumstances, I think I have an even better idea. See, it actually ties to what I've mentioned to Risky about getting the VR persona swapped. A certain archetype caught my eye that I've been meaning to try out eventually ever since. That is, a hardlight construct manipulator. Meaning, in a VR simulation, me and the party I'm in wouldn't be limited to the weapons we choose at the beginning. I plan to try out a lotta positions outta my tech wishlist. If you're not sure what do you -exactly- want right from the get go, I can get you a ton of nice stuff to try out. From cryoblasters, to incendiary grenade launchers, to portable siege lasers. You'll be able to take your time seeing what suits your style and once you decide, we'll simply track it down and buy it here in the city. What do you say?"


Veta just stares at Teal, blinking as she tries to make sense over everything she was just saying. As she keeps talking, Veta puts her head back down on the counter and rubs her head where she feels it hurt the most. When the question came, Veta just gave a thumbs up, not sure what to say nor what the hell she just explained to her.



"Ah, I reckon you just need a change of perspective, Risky. Gotta go back to the roots to see anew, if you know what I'm saying. That or, eh, just gotta get us together on a few more missions. Order some, blast others, the usual. We're still relatively fresh. We'll fine in no time. And this VR tournament is just what I feel we're in need of now.."


Teal scrunches.
But she goes with it.

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