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 Requiescat In Pace Clainin | |
| Posted on Tuesday, April 7, 2009, 12:34 PM EDT by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
 There was a short funeral service for Clainin the Archmage Saturday April 4th. Lord Casca gave the eulogy. The citizens solemnly demonstrated their respect to the deceased.
Requiescat In Pace. |
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| Winners of the Trial PvP Tournament | |
| Posted on Monday, March 16, 2009, 7:48 PM EDT by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
 
Results of the first PvP Tournament led by EM Eira. The winners are on the left marked with a "W." The over-all winner will be awarded plaques to be place on the new dueling pit when we get it.
Great turn out for an event that was announced the day before!
Dexxer Duels:
W Anubis vs aslan
W Darth Vader vs. Undying Fate
W Expletus vs. XXX
W JuicEy vs. Duryn
W Cellski vs. Romeo
W Darth Vader vs. Anubis
W JuicEy vs. Expletus
W Cellski vs. Darth Vader
FINAL ROUND
W JuicEy vs. Cellski
JuicEy kinda crushed the competition
Name on the plaque WhoaNightfall
Mage Duels:
W RYUU’ICHI vs. son of cecil
W Xanthe vs. Sir Scott
W KMSEMPERFI vs. Magik
W Gernize vs. Crazy Cooter
W Snake-eyes vs. Malcor
W Houdini of Thugs vs. RYUU’ICHI
W KMSEMPERFI vs. Xanthe
W Gernize vs. Snake-eyes
W Houdini of Thugs vs. KMSEMPERFI
FINAL ROUND
W Houdini of Thugs vs. Gernize
Name on the plaque King Kyrite |
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| Sonoma Trial PvP Tournament | |
| Posted on Saturday, March 14, 2009, 7:48 AM EDT by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
Sonoma PvP Tournament
You are invited to a Trial PvP Tournament at the Jhelom Fighter's Pit March 15 @ 4PM PST(7 PM EST, 6 PM CST).
The first event is to see if there is enough interest. I would like to try to do one or two a month. If it goes well, we will have a “fight club” with a good place to meet.
Here are the temporary rules for the first PvP Tournament:
Mage vs Mage:
*No poisoning skill
*No potions
*No petals
*No faction aids (with the exception while fighting a necromancer)
*No apples (with the exception when fighting a necromancer you are allowed to have 10 apples)
*No petals
*Both mages must wear a spellbook & candle in hand
*No Pets/Summons
*No omening self/casting protection
*Hpr cap of 10
Dexxer vs Dexxer:
*No faction Aids
*No animal forms that allow faster speed movement
*No explosion pots
*No pets/summons
*No invis/teleport items
*No stealth skill
*No smoke bombs
*No bugged quivers of rage
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| Irish Spring Song Festival!!! (Tues. March 17th) | |
| Posted on Saturday, March 14, 2009, 6:23 AM EDT by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
 We went to the fairgrounds to check for more information about the recent discovery of the lantern that read ... "Get out your quills and write a song for St Patricks Day!" event (see post here) and was delighted to see a guide to help us prepare for the big day ....
.... and to our surprise we discovered more exciting activity ... *you can even fish from the pond while sitting on the logs*
be sure to stop by and see the fantastic construction underway at the Sonoma Fairgrounds!! |
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| And the Two Shall Become One | |
| Posted on Sunday, March 8, 2009, 4:02 PM EDT by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
And the Two Shall Become One
(a transcript)
EM Eira: *Smiles at the congregation*
“I wish to thank you for this honor.
The strongest love comes from the softest whispers… And on the breeze… Touching hearts… Once more complete… We are here today to recognize the beauty of love, and to witness the reuniting of Pop and Mum Lancermane in holy matrimony. We pray that this union continues to be blessed by the same true and binding love that marriage represents. Let us pause to reflect.
In quietness we share the love that drew these two together and the blessings that are given to us through this love. Marriage is more than the uniting of two people; it is a spiritual bond uniting two souls. A trust that your partner will love you, and that you will love your partner. As in any meaningful relationship, there are times when it is hard to understand and to love one another. A successful marriage must be a lasting commitment to your love and your vows. It is easy to say the words; it is more difficult to daily live those words. Do whatever it takes to keep your commitment alive. This will lighten your burdens and deepen your joys for you will share them with your partner and friend.
The Spirit of Love brought you together - fulfilling a plan known only to our Creator and you. Now, I invite you to rededicate your love and purpose to each other. Loving Creator, we acknowledge your blessing upon this marriage, we give thanks that your Spirit is with them, not only on this day, but in all their days. This we affirm in thy name and through the power of your Spirit.
*points to indicate candles*
These separate candles symbolize your separate lives, families, and friends. Take one of the lit candles and together light the center candle. Today you recommit to blend the light that you are into one unity flame. Pop Lancermane and Queen Mum, you have invited us to witness the happiness that you have with each other. Are you ready to recommit to this covenant of Love?”
“We are.”
“If a man vows to the Creator, or swear an oath to bind his soul with a bond; he shall do all that comes from his mouth. If a woman also vows to the Creator and binds herself by a bond, her creator hears her vow; her bond is bound with her soul. Above all things put on charity - the bond of perfection. Let the peace of the Spirit rule your hearts. Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Creator, giving thanks always to the Spirit of the Creator.
Loving Creator, bless these rings as unending symbols of love and devotion. Bind them on your fingers, write them on the table of your heart. Bind them for a sign on your hand, they shall be symbols between your eyes. Set me as a seal on your heart, a seal on your arm; love is strong as death; jealousy - cruel as the grave; the coals are coals of fire which are vehement flames.
Pop, place this token of love on Mum’s left hand and repeat after me…
It is written, in the beginning male and female were made, and for this cause shall a man cleave to his wife: and the two shall be one. They are no more two but one flesh. What the Creator puts together let no man put asunder. May your understanding of love deepen through your years together. May you let your love be a light to the world.
A good marriage must be created. It is the little things that are big things. It is never being too old to hold hands. It is saying I love you each day. It is facing the world together as one. It is showing appreciation for one another. It is giving each other room to grow. It is growing with each other. It is not only marrying the right person, but being the right partner.
Let the peace of the Creator which surpasses all understanding, keep you in the Spirit of knowledge and love. Because Pop and Mum have have vowed the bonds of holy matrimony together before the Creator and witnesses, I now affirm them as husband and wife. The light of God surrounds you. The love of God enfolds you. The power of God protects you. The presence of God watches over you. For where you are God is. Please seal your love with a kiss to show your commitment for each other.
May the blessing of the Spirit shower on you and remain with you always.
All loving Spirit - I present to You, the two, who are now one.
Amen."
     
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| You Have Been Cordially Invited | |
| Posted on Sunday, March 1, 2009, 12:51 PM EST by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
The ceremony will be preformed by Sonoma's EM Eira, and gates will be provided at the West Britain Counselor's Hall. |
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| Love and Misconception: Long Lost Love | |
| Posted on Wednesday, February 18, 2009, 7:18 PM EST by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
Love and Misconception - Sonoma
Long Lost Love
On February 14, 2009 the people of Sonoma were gathered together by Lubku Gotugwak who was looking for assistance. Gabriella Woodsworth had been separated from her betrothed, Evan Smith, after the Trammel/Felucca split. Those unwilling or unable to fight were forced to Trammel where she stayed. Lubku had been asked to help her find Evan, and Lubku, in turn, asked us for our help.
We traveled to the Lycaeum in Moonglow and she directed us to her uncle who works in the Felucca Bath House.
Upon questioning him he told us we should find the blacksmith working in Ver Lor Reg.
Frederick Smith was working in Ver Lor Reg when we found him. He told us Evan had gone searching for Gabriella and had apparently gotten lost on the way, and now Frederick was searching for his lost son. He told us of a stranger in Tokuno who had told him he had seen Evan.
We found the stranger in Tokuno and he told us Evan was in the Lycaeum basement. Further questioning yielded only snide comments.
Back to Moonglow we went. After informing Gabriella she sent us back to find Lubku so that we might get our rewards for finding Evan.
The first ten people to return their books recording what happened, and the password: Kratisu, were given commemorative necklaces. The rest of us got warm fuzzy feelings.
Congratulations to the winners: Alice [TI] Lenay [PAS] Buck [MoFo] Kiss [MoFo] Argon [H.E.L.P.] Radnoir [MoFo] Orion Pandora Spocks [KHV] Lestat [MoFo] Hera [TI]
(List of winners compiled by Queen Mum)
And Congratulations to the EMs of Sonoma for a great first event!
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| EM Bio: Lubku Gotugwak | |
| Posted on Friday, February 13, 2009, 3:13 AM EST by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
(From the desk of your EM on Sonoma: A Bio)
The Story of Lubku Gotugwak
I first met Lubku at a meeting in the counselors hall. She had been
asked to tell her life story and I was eager to hear. The elderly
woman had overcome hardships and discrimination and now spent her time
helping others become their dreams.
Lubku heard her name called and slowly proceeded to the podium. She
was still surprised to have been asked to tell her story in front of a
large gathering in the guild hall. She was old and moved slowly yet
with a musical lilt. Her hair was thinning so she had pulled it up
high in a knot at the top of her head. Her clothes were old and well
worn but clean. In one arm she carried a helmet that looked
suspiciously like a pot. In the other she had a big grubby sac that
looked stuffed with all sorts of scavenged treasure. When she turned
to the audience she smiled revealing small pointy teeth. They were not
a pure white, more an ecru shade, but not rotting either.She spoke in
a low harsh voice.
" 'Lo" it was a whisper. Then ""LLOO humies" * she had a dimple in
her right cheek*
The auditorium was full of people clapping for her.
" Me called Lubku Gotugwak bub it okay yoo call me Lubku or iffin yoo
weally like me Lubby. Lubby make me feel lubbed. Me like be lubbed.
Now me tell humies story ob Lubku.
Me born near humie town call it Cove. Live wibf orc . Me Ma wub orcie
bub nub me da. He nub orc. He humie like yoos. Me nub know Da. Ma say
he name "Gudfer Nubking" Me tink it silly name, Nubking. Me now me Da
Nub a king."
Harharhar. She broke into laughter until a tear ran down her face.
"Yub, Where were me? " she looked as though she was pondeering then
nodded, "Yub,I remember, me nub know Da, bub Me know Shardie Clan.
Dems nub nice. Dems say me schtink like humie." she put her and on her
hips and proclaimed, " Nub me fault me Da humie. Nub, nub, bub Orcies
treat Lubku bad." She looked up at the roof ,then right into the
middle of the gathering. "Come to tink ob it, dems bad to all orcie
girlies. Dem nub let leave fort. Girlies nub fish, nub hunt, nub learn
pokie pokie wib big schtick or axe.Yoo ever see orcie girlie in
raiding party? Nub! Orcie girlie do dishes. Orcie girlie make bed.
Orcie girlie make grog, cook stew. Me nub like dat. Me like moosak."
Lubku did a little pirouette and wiggled a bit while humming.
"Yub, Moosak is me mojo! Me lub Moosak an' ta dance. Yoo humies like
moosak? Clap yoo like!" She grins her pointy grin and continues. "yub,
Where me at. hmm.. Yub yub. Me know. Me da he like moosak too. He gib
me ma nice shiny toy. It make moosak. Me still hab. Me show yoo."
Lubka methodically opened her sac and rifled around in it. "hmm where
me put, where me put. Aha, me find" She gave off an aura of
satisfaction and pulled out a very old lap harp. It was battered and
missing a string but she stroked it as though it had been made by the
finest elven artisan. Perhaps it was. It looked like yew wood and as
though it had runes engraved around the outside.
She looked at it and sighed. "Me need new string." Then she plucked
one of the remaining strings, then another. The sound was melancholy,
a minor key. The melody seeped into my soul. All anger washed from me
and I was filled with the deepest sadness I had ever felt. Each note
pulled a painful heartbeat from my chest. I thought I could see notes
rising above the harp as she played. I looked around and saw despair
on the faces of all the other attendees. " Me wrote dat when me ma
died."
" Okay, me get back to story. Shardies nub like Lubby. One day Orcie
Lord name Nubgud come to me an' say, 'Me Nub Like Moosak. Me gib
yoo, Lubku, big boot. Yoo leave' Me feel bad. Me nub want leave me ma.
*sigh* Me wait bub Lord Nubgud nub come wibf boot. Me stubborn. Me nub
leave now wibfout boot. Dens Nubgud come say 'Why Lubku schtill here.
Me tell yoo go!' Me say Me Nub get boot. Me go when Me get boot. Dens
me see hims mad. Hims hit Lubby wibf big fist. Me nub like dat. Nubgud
and hes cronies put Lubku in boat. Dat make me happy! Me tinks me go
fishing. Me like to eat fish. Bub nub.*sigh* Dems hit me again an put
me in bottom of boat. We go far in big pond. Den me feel sick. Dere is
burpulence in water. Me tink it like big pond get flatulence. Me nub
like. Me want to get back on land. *sighs exasperately* Finally dems
pull up to shore. It very cold and icy. Me hear dems say dis Ice
Island. Me nub need dems tell me dat. Me see all icy and schnowy. Den
me hear dems say "lets tie up Lubku and take Lubku schtuff" Me nub hab
much schtuff. Me moosak toy and some clothes. Ma gib me 100 shinies.
*wide smile* me like shinies. Dems put chains on me wrists and legs
and poke me wibf a schtich. Nub too hard just to make me mad. Den
schometink nice happen to Lubku. Humies come out of big tower. Dems
have long sharpie knives and pokies. Dems poke Lord Nubgud and kill
him. Dems unchain me and ask if me okay. Humie nice to Lubku. Me
surprised humies be nice. Shardies say all humies bad and schtink.
Humies look through orcie schtuff bub nub take. Dems say dis all junk.
Yoo want, yoo can hab. Me feel all excited and happy, Me say Me want
Nubgud boots. Hims promise me hes boots.*grins with a twinkle in her
eye* Me still have boot me show yoo."
Again she rummages around in her over sized sac. *laughing* "Yub I
find." She sniffs the boot. " Still smell like Nubgud. Yoo want to
smell?*angles the boot toward the crowd* It schmell like wet dog!*
gaves a contemplative look* Wet dog smell nicer den Nubgud. Wet dog
smell like good friend who keep me warm when raining and I sleep alone
outside. Wet dog wag tail and lick face. Wet dog get eaten by troll"
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| EM Bio: Drake Foxx | |
| Posted on Thursday, February 12, 2009, 2:02 PM EST by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
(From the desk of your EM on Sonoma: A Bio)
Drake Foxx the Lt. Cmdr. of the Guard - Sonoma
It had been two years since Drake Foxx had been sent to this post. Lt. Commander Foxx had been dispatched to guard the newly formed town of Haven against whatever vile and disgusting evil had descended to occupy the area that held the moniker former. In any case Lt. Commander Foxx was there to serve. There to protect.
Drake Foxx swallowed deeply from the flask that lay within in his breastplate. Had his superior officer been present at the time his behavior would've most certainly been frowned upon. Considering he hadn't heard from central command in over six months and that he'd been left at this post without update for nearly two years, he thought nothing of it as he swallowed deeply the intoxicating liquid contained within.
He gulped down the remaining contents of the flask with a biting satisfaction. Foxx's eyes fixated on the horizon. The world had begun to spin. By this point he was uncertain as to whether the changing horizon was the result of the liquor he'd been consuming for so long, or to the evil magics this place was subject to. He watched as the sun slowly descended upon the horizon. He felt the burden of his gilded plate mail gain on his weary legs. He slumped slowly against the wall behind him. His head tilted back and his eyelids felt heavy. He slowly drifted into the land of nod…
"Father no!" Drake Foxx yelled as he watched his father lunge in front of the arrow. The arrow pierced the man's chest with silent slice. Blood immediately began to gush from the wound. Drake fell to his knees…he wept.
Drake's mind spun deeper into reminiscence.
"Front and center maggot! Ye think ye are guard material?!" The blow of his instructors fist into his gut was enough to bring Drake to his knees. He coughed hard.
"Get up! Get on your feet!" I'll make a guard out of you yet!
The liquor held its cruel embrace on Foxx's mind. The events of his past swirled still.
Drake Foxx dug the heel of his boot deep into the ribs of his steed. With the sudden burst of speed he felt the wind blow hard on his face. Time was not on the side of the woman he transported. How could this have happened? Was his love not pure and complete? Surely the healers would be able to save her…
Drake's closed eyes twitched slightly, his mouth slump a little in its place as his mind relived his most painful memory.
She was so still, so beautiful. How did it end like this? Was evil destined to rule this realm? He watched as her body was set to lie in its final place. Tears dripped of his quivering cheek. The pain was too great. He turned away from the grave and walked off, halberd in hand, destined to seek an end to this madness…
He felt his body shake. He could hear his armor clang.
"GUARD! GUARD! That man stole from me! Pursue him at once! GUARD! GUARD"
The shaking and yelling was enough to wake him from his liquor induced slumber. The sun had set by now. In the distance he could see a shadowy figure darting through the velvety darkness. He sprang to his feet and set off, halberd in hand. |
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| EM Bio: Daniel Ravens | |
| Posted on Thursday, February 12, 2009, 1:51 PM EST by Stupid Miner (Sonoma) |
(From the desk of your EM on Sonoma: A Bio)
Daniel Ravens
I see the shadows. They follow me; they lead me; they are one with
me. I do not remember the first time the shadow moved me, guided me. I
have walked the darkness for aeons both in the past and in the future.
Well gather around and I will tell you that which I still remember.
My parents walked me to the park when I was young. I was not Ravens
then though I have long since forgotten who I was. They thought the
swings and climbing things would amuse me. Indeed they were right. By
the time I was two years old I could climb higher and faster than any
other child. That was never enough. I had to do it more quietly and
unnoticed. Mum and Da thought it was a game. It was no game.
They watched from the side of the trees or under the benches. My
parents never saw them. My parents would "play" along; ask if they
should make lunch for my "invisible" friends. I left them cookies.
Everyone likes cookies.
A few years would pass and School was to start. I loathed the idea of
being with all the lovely small insignificant children. My Uniform was
a blue shirt with a lace up collar and grey leather shorts. I left for
my first day. The other children thought I was strange. A large boy
pushed and shoved me. Soon all the kids were pointing and laughing.
When they were done my shirt was no longer blue. It had mud and blood
splattered all over it. I was never going back. I could already read,
print and make change at the Chandler shop. I wanted more. I needed
more.
I walked to the corner, fixed my chin up and decided what I would
tell my parents. That was when I saw my shadow. Oh, not the one cast
by my body blocking the bright rays of the sun. Oh! No! The one I
would soon call master teacher. It flickered at the side of my vision
near the wall of the old brewery. He was following me, playing a game,
or testing me. So I kept him just in my vision, never stepping to far
ahead or too slowly. Always the same distance. When the chance arose I
would double back and catch him. I had it all figured out. There was a
bridge in the middle of the town over a small pond. I knew it had a
loose rail that would hold my weight. I would slip over it and under
the bridge. I had done it many times to fool my parents and other
children when playing Hide and
seek.
I got under the bridge as quickly and stealthily as I could. I would
jump out at the shadow and find out who or what he was! I crouched. My
heart skipped a beat and I jumped with a start when it said "hello
boy, bin waitin' for ye! What's this with yer chemise boy?"
"Naught fer ye t'care."
"Oh! Aye! D'n't say I be carin'"
It studied me. I felt like it was crawling under my skin. If it asked
again I knew I would blurt out my whole miserable morning. The
scrutiny was unbearable. What did he know of me?
"Ye need to go to school boy. Lots of learnin' t' be done."
I told him I did not need school. I was smarter than the teacher anyway.
"Oh! *nod* Aye. An' d' the teacher get hisself all bloody too?"
I felt like crying but I would not give it the satisfaction.
"Why did you let that happen?"
I shouted! "He was bigger an' stronger and he had all the others on his side."
"Oh! Aye! But aren't ye the smart one? The fast one? The clever one?"
He turned and pulled at a stone in the wall. I had never noticed
before that the hideaway was there. I will leave your assignments in
here boy. Come get them every day then go to school an' learn. I think
you shall be known as Ravens from now on.
Learn I did. My first lesson was never to get beat again and I
didn't. I learned that life was not always fair. Some people who
looked kind were not and some who looked wretched merely suffered
sever battle wounds. Wounds they got dedicating their life to the
service of others. I learned to observe people, learned their
weaknesses and strengths. I learned how to manipulate. I learned to
judge people after I watched them, searched into their soul and to
never believe my first impression.
By the time I was finished my prep schooling I had learned to trust no one.
"I am proud of ye boy." Stated my shadow, "Now you must decide what you are."
Not who you are or what you will do for an occupation. What I was!
"Follow me Raven and your life will be changed forever. Stay and be
filled with ennui always."
The choice was clear. I never saw my parents again. People look upon
us as evil. We do what others won't. Yet they come to us. They need a
favour but don't tell. They have a job they can't dirty their hands.
They need an elixir for health, love or hate and harm. Yeah these good
denizens live among you. They wear their fancy clothes and ride their
high horses. They look so pretty when you meet them at the Luna bank.
They are merchants, Paladins, Noblemen. We are the scum. Remember no
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| The King's gold caravan arrives in Trinsic | |
| Posted on Sunday, January 27, 2008, 9:11 PM EST by Caledor_Moonrise (Sonoma) |
According to reliable sources, $300,000 of the $480,000 of the King's gold placed on the caravan from Britain arrived safely to be banked in Trinsic.
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| Guilds of Sonoma-DT | |
| Posted on Sunday, January 27, 2008, 2:04 PM EST by Caledor_Moonrise (Sonoma) |
The gm of Die Trying, flanked by Poison Ivy and Phreak.
Die trying is a reasonably new guld to Sonoma, comprised of players from the Catskills shard and organized approxmately 5 months ago, with a stated purpose to "create a guild of elite fighters to protect the innocents of Sonoma", explained Poison Ivy, the spokesperson for Die Trying.
Die trying is currently recruiting all character classes of players who like and want to pvp.
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| The King's gold is en route to Trinsic | |
| Posted on Friday, January 25, 2008, 6:56 PM EST by Caledor_Moonrise (Sonoma) |
As the sun set in the Britain sky, a formidable army made ready for the journey to Trinsic with the king's gold.
From Britain the yells of the warriors could be heard, the air crackled with the spells of the powerful mages, the sky lit up with fire raining down and through the hands of the mages and the angry clang of steel banging off steel as a battle raged outside the city limits. The King's caravan is under attack!
I have teleported myself to the City of Trinsic and will await word of the fate of the kings gold and the warriors guarding the caravan. |
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| Guilds of Sonoma-WAKA | |
| Posted on Friday, January 25, 2008, 1:33 PM EST by Caledor_Moonrise (Sonoma) |
At the top of the lighthouse, flanked by a squad of his loyal subjects fresh from the battle outside the Wrong dungeon, I met the leader of WAKA, Turbo Timmy.
WAKA is a formidable opponent on the field of any battle and against any opponent. "We will oppose the colonization of Sonoma by FL", said Timmy, "but we will rely on our own resources and are not interested in allying with any of the other Sonoma guilds to do so".
WAKA is a pvp, fel ruleset guild sporting 93 of its 120 members as veterans in its ranks.
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