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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #15 on: February 19, 2008, 11:23:47 AM »
?This morning, it ends.? Unknowingly echoing his enemy across the fields, Lucius slowly looked around the small table set under the fly of his command tent and those clustered around the map table in turn. Directly to his right Myrialla stood listening, arms folded and cinnamon hair tightly rolled into a coiled ponytail to keep it from being a handhold in case of attack. Her sister Kaelyn stood beside her, wide-eyed as she took in a camp of war. Unlike Myrialla, she had never been witness to such a sight, and was in more than a bit of awe. Both were dressed in comfortable leathers, and the two women would be directing and aiding the healers as wounded started filtering from the battle to come.

Next to Kaelyn, almost a dark shadow in her midnight-black leathers, Indigo Wynd regarded the map intently. A mistress of nature, she had called the fog to blanket the fields and obscure the movements of the warbands. Her stark-white hair floated around her in a soft halo, taking a life of it?s own as she maintained the weatherspell. Anastasia Oberon stood beside her gang-sister. An eager look was on Tasha?s face, as the day had finally come that she would be able to work her magic for the war. In close proximity with Indigo, her own magical nature was rising, her fine silver hair gently moving in a nonexistent breeze.

Across from the women, Terrak and Jerrak stood quietly; normally jovial faces a study of concentration. Beside the twin tattooed barbarians, Lord Unthor held his helm under the crook of his arm as he listened to Lucius. His crimson plate armor gleamed in the early sunlight, a sharp contrast to DeAuster?s ebon plate, which almost seemed to drink in the light around him. The strongest of the barbarian tribes, these men would lead the assembled tribes of the Northras into battle.

?As the army crosses the field the fog will roll back to cover the bay.? Lucius dragged a finger along the map, and then looked up to Indigo. ?After that, anything you think appropriate will be fine.?

?Of course.? The soft voice hinted at laughter, as Indigo hooked her thumbs in her belt. Tasha rested her hands on the table as she looked at the city marked on the map.

?When do you want me to call out my friends?? Her earnest smile brought a soft laugh from the women, and Lucius chuckled softly at her enthusiasm. The others merely stood quietly, trying not to fidget. The two Truebloods were disquieting to the superstitious barbarians, being akin to creatures of their legends. Unthor merely chafed to be away, feeling the bloodlust that marked him as a champion of Guillaer slowly building in intensity.

?When the horn sounds for the second time.? Lucius replied as he straightened, the heavy plates of his armor creaking softly with the movement. ?Yours will be the stroke that will give us the walls.? He knew Tasha would love that, and the quick smile he saw tugging at Indigo?s lips told him she knew exactly why he had said it.

?Where be Fiona?? Myrialla asked as she stepped closer to the champion of Pandemonium. ?I nae remember seeing her this morning.?

?Fiona has already moved to do her part.? The truth was, Lucius had no idea what part Fiona would play in the coming fight, the shadow-assassin having been plotting for weeks now. When Lucius had awakened from the short nap he had taken the night before, Fiona was nowhere to be found. A letter given him by one of the guards indicated that she and her brother Lorcain was overseeing the last pieces of her plot, and he could sense her in the city below. And while he might not know the specifics of her plan, he did know that she would be where she was needed the most. ?She will join us later.? Myrialla nodded at his reply, having already guessed it, and glanced to her sister.

?Kaely and I have the healers ready.? This earned her a nod from the men, who knew Myrialla?s skill in the healing arts. Many within the tribes who had come under her tender care in the past loved her, regarding Myrialla as an angel of healing.

?Excellent.? Lucius looked toward the east, gauging the glow of the sunrise. "When we take the walls, Unthor and his Bloodbound will clear the inner bailey, while Terrak will drive back any from Unthor's flanks. Jerrak, you and your Kargash will swing around toward the gatehouse, securing access in and out of the city by road." A leather-clad fingertip traced along the sketched plans of Cisroe as he laid out the battleplan, and waited for his three commanders to nod before continuing.

?Men, today we finish this.? The twins Jerrak and Terrack finally laughed in eager anticipation, while Unthor brought a mailed fist to clang off his breastplate. With that, the group started to disperse, the barbarians heading down the hills toward their respective tribes, while Indigo and Tasha walked together toward the stony cliff overlooking the field. Lucius turned to head toward his mount, but a cool hand took his, stopping him.

?Ye be careful, Lucius.? Myrialla said softly, her small hand gripping the edge of his breastplate to pull him down, while leaning up to brush soft full lips to his. ?Fiona and I nae want ye hurt now.?

?I will be careful, my love.? He replied quietly, gently scooping the slight woman into a deep hug. Setting her to her feet a moment later, he left her with Kaelyn as he moved toward Dante, thoughts moving to the day ahead.
[color=blue:edda570bea][i:edda570bea]Fate whispered to the Warrior
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And the Warrior whispered back
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #16 on: April 09, 2008, 02:33:24 PM »
?Load the trebuchets!? Captain Morgan cried out to the men below him in the inner bailey, waving an arm for unneeded emphasis. Soldiers labored to load large rocks into the leather slings of the war machines, preparing for the attack Deggarant insisted was coming. All along the walls, bowmen were taking position, giving the large pots of oil that were slowing coming to a roiling boil a wide berth. Bowstrings were checked, and some had dropped to one knee, muttering quiet prayers to their gods for protection in the upcoming fight.

The hurried preparations had not gone unnoticed by the citizens of the metropolis, who even now were streaming away from the walls toward the center of the city. Morgan had sent word to Urevan?s palace of the preparations, but the count had yet to send any reply, a fact that disturbed the captain more than he would care to admit. ?Are you sure all is in place?? He asked the Terranthi, taking his place on the watchtower and looking out over the fild of fog below.

?Captain Morgan, you worry too much.? was the sneering reply. Deggarant stood where he had before, carefully-manicured fingernails tapping softly on the crenellation he leaned against. he had joined by a stony-faced warrior, also clad in the slick scale-mail of The Empire of Terranth, a hulking shadow to the ambassador/martial commander. ?The fools have allowed us months to prepare. It will be a short assault.?

?I only hope you are right.? A horn sounded in the distance, drawing their attention back to the field, where the low-riding fog roiled against the stone walls of Cisroe, almost as if it was a living thing seeking to enter.
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And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #17 on: April 09, 2008, 02:37:46 PM »
Standing beside her brother, Fiona watched with a stony expression as rebels picked up the last of the weapons they had just brought into the city. She had slipped out quietly some time before daybreak at the same time Lucius had started the final organizing of his forces. Lorcain was with her for the moment, but she could sense the need rising in him and knew he wouldn?t stay long. The true battle was beyond the gates. That was where the blood would spill and run like dark rivers of destruction and it was there he longed to be.

Her head dropped lazily to listen to one of her own agents passing over the most recent intelligence and she then nodded silently to Sidra, before the woman turned back to doling out the store of arms that had been snuck in. All she learned was passed instantly to her husband and thus the new fortifications would be noted and managed. Senses stretched farther abroad, and she quickly determined the locations of all her family, although the one that concerned her most was her daughter. She would end up in the thick of this and while Fiona knew she was well trained, she couldn?t shake a normal mother?s worries. The presence of the troops of Terranth added a bit of unpredictability and that was one thing she had never liked in any of her dealings.

Lucius didn?t know what she was up to, but her own plans would be to take up the rear of the defending army and catch them by surprise, if possible. The suspicious disappearance of those foreign forces made her think this decision was the most effective if they should attempt any end runs, which she did suspect and already had other shadow agents working to determine their location.

?It be time.? Lore hissed faintly as a horn sounded off in the distance, and he turned to look at his sister with narrowed eyes. Reading the look, she gave another short nod.

?Aye, ye go where ye need. Everything here is under control.? Lorcain faded into the dark embrace of shadows almost before she had even finished saying the words. Where he would end up was but a guess, but he would certainly find what he wanted. Already the bloodlust was rising within him so strong she had little trouble reading it.

Fiona?s people had done a very good job of stirring up the local masses, and managed to keep things surprisingly quiet at the same time. Few of Urevan?s own even knew their people were dissatisfied and ready to revolt. Adding to this, the siege had been most effective. Thanks to the Albaelia fleet?s blockade of the harbor and the army?s of Lucius and DeCort surrounding the city, all trade and food had been unable to get in. It was the non-military that suffered in this. They were the ones left with small rations and many became angry, while Urevan and his house continued to hold lavish parties and displaying their wealth without thought to those lacking it. Of course such a thing worked perfectly into plans made some time back and those disillusioned and bitter town folk would become a surprise force against the enemy and used accordingly.

?Fiona, everyone should be in place as the clock tower strikes 6 am.? Sidra stated, while sheathing a lethal looking double bladed dagger into a holder on her hip.

?Tell them to wait for my signal. Nae want any of them rushing in until the time is right.? She wanted the defending forces fully occupied with Lucius?s surging army before any local action would be taken. They had the element of surprise on their side after all for none would be expecting a rebellion right in the middle of a full-scale attack. ?Shadow Guardians will alert ye and let ye know when to move.? Drawing the leather down taut upon her hands, she glanced over at Sidra and offered a deadly little smile. ?Tis time to play aye??

?That it is Fiona. That it is.? A matching feline grin was returned before the woman turned and moved off. Her leather clad form fading into the still dark fog-laden street with the silent stealth inherent in her race. It was then her turn. Into the shadows cast by the tall close buildings of the town she moved and was soon drifting smoothly among the very enemy. Unseen and unheard, Fiona set about sabotaging their cauldrons of oil by dousing the fire or silently cutting ropes on trebuchets.
[color=blue:edda570bea][i:edda570bea]Fate whispered to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the storm"

And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #18 on: April 09, 2008, 03:34:36 PM »
?Sound the horn.? Lucius punctuated the command with a downward slash of his arm. Astride the nightmare Dante, he waited near the edge of the cliff leading to the plains below, looking out over the calls of Cisroe. Behind him Sir Herzog waited, the skeletal warrior as silent as the grave from which he had been resurrected. From here they would have a good view as the assault on Cisroe?s walls commenced.

Beside the mounted pair, a young barbarian sucked in a lungful of air before bringing the mouthpiece of a large horn to his lips. The note that came from the horn was a low rumbling sound, echoing off the rocks and into the plains below. The youth maintained the blast for as long as he could, the sound trailing off as he finally had to gasp for a breath of air. As the sound faded Lucius looked to his left, where Indigo stood, arms outstretched to her sides. The Trueblood?s eyes were closed, and her halo of hair whipped around her as she channeled power outward. At her unspoken command, the fog began to roll toward the bay, revealing the morning daybreak in all its glory. It also revealed the massed army of the Northras, pennants fluttering in the morning breeze. Lord Unthors armored warriors were in the lead, and the marauder?s of Terrak and Jerrak?s tribes following behind. The army stretched for almost a mile in its advance, a train of cavalry guarding the flanks at it neared the stone walls.

   Behind his helm Lucius grinned ferally, watching the culminations of almost two years of work finally come to fruition. ?And so it begins.? He whispered softly.

*****


?Catapults!? One of the sergeants along the wall cried out, and Morgan indeed saw four of the machines being dragged across the plain behind the marching host revealed at the sudden rolling back of the grey fog. He cursed loudly, both for the appearance of the catapults, and the fickle weather that had hidden the approach until nearly the end.

?Interesting.? Deggarant mused, fingers drumming on the battlement as he watched the beginnings of the battle unfold. ?He actually is trying a assault along the wall.? The foreignor?s tone held the edge of disbelief at what he was observing.

?One I don?t fathom.? Morgan growled, moving to stand beside the Terranthi. ?Surely he knows we can repel any trying to climb the wall. Even with catapults, his army has little hope of taking the city.?

?This DeAuster is a foolish barbarian.? Deggarant hissed softly, watching the crimson-armored warriors stop well out of bow range. ?Our surprise will show him not to bother his betters.?

Morgan glanced at the Terranthi, wondering again exactly what the man was talking about. Ever since the ships carrying the liaison, troops and equipment from the Empire had arrived, things had been anything but normal. Throughout the winter the newcomers had joined with the Cisran army to better fortify the gates of the city, as well as sending out patrols into the plain surrounding the city and bay. As scouts began to report encounters with the outrunners of the barbarian horde approaching the gates had been closed, sealing Cisroe off from land contact. Beyond the bay privateers lurked, harassing any ships attempting to enter the capitol. It was felt by the council that the presence of the Terranth was keeping the enemy at arms length. For the Cisran army, however, the Terranth were overbearing, considering themselves above the men and women serving the city directly.
The misgivings had started quiet mutterings among the rank and file, but Morgan?s hands were tied, as long as his lord count courted the graces of the distant Emperor. Deggerant was a prime example of the callousness of the foreigners, regarding the captain with a depreciating disdain. Trying to put his mind off such dark thoughts, Morgan glanced around at the preparations. It suddenly came to him, none of the Terranthi warriors was to be seen. ?Deggarant, where are your men?? he asked in irritation.

?They are where they will do the most good.? Deggarant clasped Morgan?s shoulder, who promptly shrugged it off with a growl. Laughing softly, Deggarant pointed toward the field. ?Worry about your own, Captain. I will see to mine.?

A shout from the wall drew their attention just in time to see a large rock sail through the air to land near the bottom of the wall. ?They?re getting the range.? Morgan watched as men worked the second catapult, and a moment later a second boulder was hurtled through the air, to slam into the wall with a solid thud, the rock under the men?s hands vibrating with the impact.

?They?re moving again.? Deggarant noted, with apparent satisfaction. Morgan?s eyes narrowed as the armored warriors again started forward, followed by fur-clad barbarians. More, importantly, he saw wisps of smoke from behind the catapults, and turned to look out over the inner bailey. ?Ready water! And fire the trebuchets!? He missed the knowing look between Deggarant and his aid, and the slow nod that sent the aid hurrying down the walkway.
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"You cannot withstand the storm"

And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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« Reply #19 on: June 05, 2008, 12:17:27 PM »
?Forward!? Lord Unthor?s yelled command brought an answering cry from the Bloodbonded, the Chosen Berzerkers of Guillaer. Men and women who had given themselves body and soul to the call of the Pandemonium god of war and hate, the berzerkers lived and died for the bloodlust. Lord Unthor knew that call well, having left his tribe at an early age to wander the mountain paths, until the call of the blood led him to a rising demagogue of chaos. Lucius had set him before the others, as long as he had strength to hold the title as warlord. Thus far, he had beaten seven challengers, offering their heads to the Bone Altar as tribute to his bloody god.

 Raising his sword high, the warlord turned his sight to the wall looming a quarter mile away, letting the bloodlust fill his vision with red. ?Men of Guillaer! Today is a day of blood!? The battlecry was taken up by the warriors, who quickly shortened it into a chant for ?Blood, blood?? with every second step taken. Raised by over a thousand throats, the chant carried easily to the defenders on the battlements above. As he led his hosts forward, Unthor?s attention was drawn upwards by a high-pitched whistling, and he watched with savage glee as the first flaming ball of pitch and wood sailed overhead to smash into the thick walls. A second, then third quickly followed, each hitting higher on the wall as the catapult crews gained the measure of the distance.

Terrak watched the armored host move ahead, his own hand raised high in the air. In truth, he was glad the crazed warriors of Unthor were marching first into battle. Once the blows began to fall, the berserkers would charge into the thick of the fight, even smashing through their own comrades to get to the enemy. While not as heavily armored as the chosen, his tribesmen held more discipline when the battle began in earnest.

?Brother!? The familiar voice brought Terrak?s gaze to the left, where his twin Jerrak stood before his own warhost. A huge smile split the bearded face, as Jerrak was eager to be fighting again. ?A keg of mead to the first over the wall!?

?And two kegs to the one with the most kills!? He immediately replied, to which Jerrak pumped his fist in the air.

?Done!? Looking back, he brought the fist down with a growl. ?Kargash, forward!? With a ragged cry, the barbarians surged forward. Terrak brought his fist down also while starting to walk forward.

?Black Tiger?s, forward!? Behind him the warriors he had led for over ten summers yelled a wordless benediction to their gods and totems while starting forward. Drummers in each tribe started to beat a slow tempo on their skin-covered drums, and the barbarians quickly took up a unified step as they marched toward the walls. Only a few yards had been covered when the first of several boulders arced over the battlements toward the approaching army. Warriors scattered as the large missiles landed with a sickening thud, pushing their fellows away in their haste to avoid being smashed flat. Other boulders bounced forward, making those behind Unthor?s lines scatter also or be bowled over. The boulders crushed more than one barbarian as they bounced about, but with many yelled curses and liberal shoving the tribal leaders kept their men moving.

Terrak?s attention was drawn ahead as his warband reformed after one such attack by small puffs of dust were wafting up from the ground behind Unthor?s warriors. A glance to the ground compounded the puzzlement, for it was hard packed after the winter storms. All puzzlement vanished in a wave of astonishment as the dirt lifted up in front of his men, falling away to reveal solid planking being pushed from below. As he stumbled to a stop along with his men right behind, soldiers in unknown livery stood in the revealed trench, some Unthor?s warriors, others facing him and his men.
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"You cannot withstand the storm"

And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #20 on: June 05, 2008, 12:18:38 PM »
Lord Unthor, unaware of the ambush behind him, was nearing the walls of Cisroe. Large shields were raised by the front ranks to deflect the arrows starting to rain from the battlements as the host came within the range of the defenders along the top of the parapets. The slick granite barrier had no apparent openings, the gatehouse being almost a hundred yards further west. No matter.

?Sound the horn!? Unthor beckoned to a warrior standing next to the battle standard. The warrior raised the horn he carried to his lips, but no sound was issued from the ornate instrument. An ear-splitting explosion threw the horn-bearer and the four warriors nearest him into the air, bowling several of their comrades over as the bodies came to earth. Choking on the billowing dirt thrown up by the burst Unthor whipped around as another explosion rocked the line to his left. Bodies and pieces thereof were flying in all directions from another plume of fire and dust, and  his men were shouting in panic, some starting to pull back, only to be pressed forward again, others yelling warnings of enemies in their midst. Confusion reigned, and the orderly battleline quickly started to fall apart.

?Form up!? Unthor screamed, shoving an armored warrior back into position near the standard. ?Damn you, form up!? The barbarian he held pointed back toward the wall, his words unintelligible in the din. At the base of the wall planks had been thrown back, and as Unthor spun around to stare down the smooth bore of a cannon.

***

Something whined past Terrak?s ear, and the man standing behind him fell back, his face a bloody ruin. Pain blossomed in the barbarian chief?s shoulder as something tore into the muscle, and all around men fell, clutching at arms, legs, or abdomens as the attack washed over them. Unthors men fared a little better, while most were protected to a degree by the heavy armor they wore, several fell as weak areas were found and penetrated.

Grimacing in pain, Terrak gripped his wounded shoulder as the smoke started to clear. He saw men ahead, handing down something long to others crouched below the lip of the trench, and being handed another nearly identical weapon. The warlord had heard of black powder weapons, but had never seen them until now. ?Get down!? He cried out, diving heavily to the ground behind a fallen marauder with a grunt of pain at the jarring landing. As the unknown warriors raised their weapons to fire, his men followed suit, trying to find what cover they could.

The volley was a staccato of pops, bullets whining overhead as the barbarians went to ground. The dead marauder jerked as bullets slammed into the corpse, and Terrak rolled onto his back, trying to present as small a target as possible. Glancing around, he tried to get some kind of accounting for his warband, unable to tell how many lay dead around him. Another volley thundered overhead, and for the first time in a long time, Terrak prayed.
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« Reply #21 on: June 27, 2008, 03:59:01 PM »
?See, my dear captain? All is in hand.? Deggarant?s sarcastic laugh was nearly lost in the thunder of cannon below the walls. Morgan watched in stunned silence as the battle lines that had approached the walls dissolved into chaos. Hands gripping the battlement, he glared back to the Terranthi liaison, which was almost preening beside him.

?Why didn?t you tell me about this plan?? He demanded, waving down toward the battlefield below.

?Why should I?? came the reply, as Deggarant turned his attention from the bedlam to Morgan. ?Your lord and master asked us to help defend his holdings, and we will do so as we see fit.? He waved a hand to stop any protests.? Captain, we do not play at war. We fight to win.?

?Then you know there is always a set chain of command!? Morgan shouted, his temper boiling over at the arrogance the foreigner was exuding. ?What if your plan had not worked the way you thought?? Deggarant was nonplussed, his sneering smile firmly in place as he turned back to the walls.

?Captain Morgan, compared to the armies of Dragons Land, this rabble is pathetically simple in their approach.? More roars echoed off the walls as explosions tore into the barbarians again, and Deggarant brushed at the shining greave of his armor as smoke washed up from below in a sign of dismissal. Morgan growled softly, finding Deggarant?s callous attitude infuriating. Turning away from the Terranthi he moved to the battlement overlooking the inner bailey.

?Fire the trebuchets!? He yelled to the crews below, and watched for a second as the soldiers sprang to their war machines. Deggarant was not the only one who could be callous, and if some of the foreigner?s precious ?soldiers? were caught by the boulders, it would be sad. Nevertheless, that was the price of war.

***

?What do you mean, the rope broke?? The sergeant in command of the second battery stared at his second in command with a look of disbelief. ?We checked the ropes this morning!?

The young man he barked at held a length of heavy coiled rope in his hands, a helpless expression on his features. ?I know, sir! I checked them myself!? The youth was a conscript, plucked from the streets of Cisroe as the siege had stretched into weeks, then months. Many within the army had disagreed with Lord Urevan?s decision to draft ordinary citizens, but few had the courage to speak out after the last dissenter was hanged from the barracks tower.

?Damnation, don?t just stand there like a gaped fish!? The sergeant jerked a thumb back toward the inner wall, where boxes of supplies had been set near the archway leading to the city. ?Get another rope!? The boy nodded, dropping the rope and scurrying past the sergeant toward the boxes. Cursing under his breath the older man stalked to the war machine, ignoring the scowls of the other crewmembers as he bent to inspect the rope himself. The cables used with the massive trebuchet?s was similar to the mooring lines used by ocean-going vessels, and should have resisted any kind of breaking. Indeed, he noted with narrowing eyes, the end of the rope was not frayed, but was slick, as if it had been cut.

Looking through the boxes of supplies, tossing things aside as he searched for a rope to repair the trebuchet, the conscript?s panic was growing by the second as the heavy coils were not to be found. Looking around in desparation, he spotted a coil of rope on a box just inside the archway of the passage leading to the city. Breathing a sigh of relief, he hurried over to grab the rope from the box, but as he turned to head back to the war machine an arm wrapped around his throat, dragging him back into the shadows before he could utter a squeak.
[color=blue:edda570bea][i:edda570bea]Fate whispered to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the storm"

And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #22 on: June 27, 2008, 04:01:30 PM »
?Gods dammit, where is that boy?? The sergeant cursed as he watched another trebuchet several yards away launch its deadly load high in the air, the stone arcing over the walls protecting Cisroe. Slamming his fist on the heavy wood crossbeam of his war machine, the sergeant turned to yell for the conscript, but blinked when no one was in sight at the supplies. ?Where the hell did he go??

?Maybe he ran back to his mommy?? one of the soldiers assigned to the sergeant suggested, doing his best to maintain an innocent expression. His joke brought a round of laughter from the other crewmembers, none of which had particularly liked the youth. The sergeant shot him a dirty look, not being in the mood for jests, and was about to berate the soldier when a high-pitched whistle drew everyone?s attention to the dark alleyway.

A slight figure moved in those shadows, stepping away from the archway into the morning light. Dressed totally in black, the trench coat the newcomer wore obscured much of its form. Sunlight glinted off the many rings in the stranger?s ears, ears that were much longer than any the sergeant had seen before, but the soldier?s attention was drawn to the heavy coil of rope the stranger held.

?Hey, slag!? The voice was low, definitely male, and almost guttural as he held up the rope. ?You were lookin? for this?? The rope was tossed down with an almost contemptuous gesture. The sergeant was shocked into a second?s pause, but he quickly regained his composure.

?Get him!? His men were already starting to move, two snatching for crossbows, the others drawing swords as they started forward.

?Ohh, playtime!? The slight figure raised his hand, pointing a strange weapon toward one of the crossbowmen. A loud crack reverberated, and the soldier fell back, blood spraying from a suddenly larger eye socket. A minor shift of his hand, and one of the charging soldiers staggered as several wounds blossomed across his chest, the bullets tearing through the armor as though it was so much paper.

Coming in on his left, one of the Cisran?s slashed across with his longsword, and staggered as the weapon arced through empty space. The man had dropped back with near inhuman speed as he holstered the gun and drew a gleaming sword and large knife from his belt, spinning to the right and away from the first solder, who had his throat slashed before he could recover. The third stopped short, weapon raised in a defensive posture as he gaped at the speed of the kill.

?C?mon, slag? ? The elf taunted as he closed in, weapons weaving in a spiral pattern before him. ?..time to be a hero.? The soldier did not take the bait, instead slowly moving backward. The sergeant eased backward also, heading toward a covered entrance to the tower above, intending on getting help. The dark-clad elf slowly darted his eyes between the two before he growled softly. ?Ah, screw this!? With that, he leaped forward, weapons almost buzzing through the air.

The soldier was good, getting his sword around to block each slash coming at him. He made not attempt to press an offensive attack on his own, instead giving ground before the frenzied elf. He edged around the trebuchet, where the other crossbowman knelt, weapon raised as he started to draw a bead on the elf.

The elf cut a quick look in that direction, and snarled as he saw the finger start to tighten on the trigger of the crossbow. The bolt never flew, though, as a jagged slash bloomed across the man?s throat. Dropping the weapon, he clutched at his throat as he fell forward. The elf had a hint of a long ponytail and crimson eyes in the shadows, but it was put out of mind as he spun around, dropping into a crouch to slash out at his opponents legs. His blade bit deep into the knee, and as the soldier cried out in pain and fell he completed the spin to be facing the sergeant.

?Who the hell are you?? The older soldier asked his weapon shaking slightly as he continued to back away. The elf smirked, sheathing his sword and dagger, and again pulling the strange gun from its holster on his leg.

?Name?s Lusiphur, drekhead.? He growled, enjoying the look on the man?s face as he brought up his gun. ?Time ta say goodnight to the sandman.? Seeing his death in those eyes, the soldier turned to run, trying to duck low as if to dodge the bullet. However, he was much to slow, the bark of the gun the last thing he heard, the bullet blowing through his head and sending a wash of gore over the grey wall. ?Stupid idiot.? Lusiphur swore softly as he turned away, and looked straight into the eyes of the soldier he had taken down a moment before. The man had managed to regain his feet, and had his sword back to slash at Lusiphur?s back.

As fast as he could move, and did, Lusiphur knew he could not get his sword out to block the blow. The sword started forward, time seeming to slow as it arced around to decapitate him. The blow went wide though, as the soldier was knocked off balance again, this time by a black-footed boot that slammed into his side. Lusiphur had a second's glimpse of a long black ponytail as he scrambled to his feet, The General flashing out and drawing a deep line across the soldiers throat.

Not waiting to see his enemy fall, Lusiphur turned and ran for the archway leading deeper into the city, looking to sow his own unique brand of chaos.
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #23 on: July 21, 2008, 11:59:49 AM »
Even if the sound had been misinterpreted, the acidic sting of gun smoke that drifted swiftly into the air was unmistakable and Indigo?s eyes snapped open with a sudden frown marring her brow. Wind flowed about her and the smaller Elf beside her and she heard the hiss of surprise from Tasha. Low and soft, she murmured. ?Black powder weapons. Didn?t think Lucius had prepared for that.?

?He didn?t.? Tasha replied through gritted teeth as to her, that wasn?t fair, nor would she let it stand. While Luc might have said to send in her friends at the sound of the second horn, he hadn?t said she couldn?t do something else before hand. Dainty hands rose outwards from her body, the wind starting to swirl like a lazy tornado around her diminutive frame and the energy of pure chaos flowed from her fingers. It rolled outwards, spreading like snakes across the battlefield below. Only those with sight would even see it, but to the two elves it glowed as bright as the sea on a clear day.

Tasha felt the surprised look from Indi, but then above the sky crackled with its own response. Using her skills above, where the unleashing of unstable energy wouldn?t affect it, the weatherwitch concentrated on the distant city. In moments, the high walls of Cisroe were lit up by the arcing of pure blue bolts of nature?s power; the lightning?s shriek was loud enough to drown out most of the sounds of battle for a moment.

Tasha knew the energy she released would disrupt the use of those muskets or what ever they using, and soon enough, her narrowed eyes caught the first explosion of one of the rifles and the sudden agonized scream of the man wielding it as fingers flew off in various directions. That vile black gun powder would either become exceptionally unstable or its power would fade as it went bad. Cannons and weapons using it, would either shatter apart, or smoke like mad and if she was really lucky, choke or ignite any of those trying to use it.

?Cheaters!? She muttered, having determined it might now be a fair fight again and then giggled darkly as more of those guns backfired, even setting a few of those foreign soldiers on fire. It was also possible that energy would help some of those chaos worshippers of Luc?s as well. If little else, the battle would be back on a far more even footing.  Even as the swells of chaotic manna continued, she waited impatiently for that second horn to ring out, for unseen behind her, the spirits stirred restlessly. Their ghostly shouts echoed in her ears and the unearthly ringing of weapons lingered on.

*****

The first crackling sounds of gunpowder had Lucius standing in his stirrups, eyes narrowing behind the skull-helm as he stared on the battlefield below. Smoke was quickly blossoming among his battle lines, while closer to the walls large clouds of grey smoke billowed into the morning air seconds before the sound of the explosions reached him. Whatever was happening, it was delaying the advance, and threatened to break the warbands.

?Herzog! We ride!? Drachmel was raised high, the bound bloodletter hissing in anticipation of the carnage it sensed was to come. Behind Lucius the skeletal warrior sat silent on its nightmare, the ancient sword and armor gleaming in the morning light. Though no sound came from it, but the chill that flowed around the undead knight grew in strength, as vocal as any shout. Rearing at a hard pull on the reigns, Dante pawed the air with flaming hooves, and then leaped forward at its rider?s spur, vanishing into the air with a bare shimmer. As Tasha and Indigo called on their respective magics, Sir Hezog followed Lucius into the nether.
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #24 on: July 21, 2008, 02:24:23 PM »
The sound of thunder nearly deafened Cieara DeAuster and Delana Sinclaire as they moved down the back alleys of Cisroe, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. The two young women had sneaked into the city some days before as part of the stream of refugee?s fleeing the advance of Lieance DeCort?s army to the south, spending the days hiding in a small shack in the slums of Cisroe and scouting the ways to the manor houses of the nobility at night. Cieara would have preferred to use her familial gifts to facilitate the scouting, but Fiona had been adamant about her holding off until the morning of the attack. Urevan knew well the special abilities of his opponents, and while he had been unable to ward his manor against such modes of entry, he did employ mages to continually monitor for such a breach. With arms engaged, it was hoped that the wizards would be otherwise distracted.

Both girls had been grateful at hearing the horns of warning that morning, knowing the attack had finally started. ?Jeez, can?t they hold it down a bit?? Cieara rubbed her left ear, grimacing as the ringing failed to go away. Beside her Delana adjusted the bow slung over her shoulder and nodded slowly.

?At least it?s not directed at us.? She glanced upward, though the buildings blocked anything other than the sky directly overhead. Cieara crouched beside her, holding the end of her ponytail with a look of almost sorrow. Before the two had left to infiltrate the city Tasha had used a changing spell on Cieara, and now her auburn tresses were a chestnut brown, and her brilliant green eyes were also changed to a nondescript brown. Delana had been similarly altered, to better facilitate their cover story as sisters displaced by the war.

?That?s true?? Cieara had to admit, as she peeked around the corner. The street was now deserted, but the young woman was not taking any chances. Nodding to herself, she turned back to Delana. ?You ready?? Delana nodded , her short sword held tightly in her right hand as she took a quick breath. Cieara reached out to take her left hand, and called the shadows enfold the two of them. A second later the shadowy tendrils rolled away, depositing the two in another alleyway beside a high stone wall. Delana blinked, and quickly looked around, chestnut bangs whipping about.

?All clear!? she hissed, crouching as close to the wall as she could get. Cieara was looking the other way, dagger in hand. Vestia hissed softly, the bound imp sensing her mistress?s eagerness and sharing the feeling. Seeing no one on the walls, she smiled slowly and leaned close to Delana, so she could keep her voice to a whisper.

?There?s the gatehouse.? She pointed to a small tower standing over the gate leading into the manor grounds they were near. ?When we hear the signal, I?ll get us in there, and we?ll have to make certain the gate stay?s open.? Delana nodded once, making note of the squat brick tower, then looked upward, searching for signs of activity as she dared to lean out from the scant cover.

?I don?t see any guards on the walls.? Leaning back in, she turned her blade around to lie against her arm as she looked to her dear friend. ?I can?t believe he doesn?t have in there.?

?It?s a large compound, De.? Cieara glanced down the street again, and then leaned back against the cool mortar at her back. ?Besides, we can take them.? Delana giggled softly in reply, nodding her head once in agreement. Both girls were confident, as Fiona had worked with Cieara and Delana for months, teaching them to harness their natural abilities. Both had also showed a natural ability to work together, and in the end Lucius had, reluctantly, agreed to their plan.

Thoughts about that took Cieara?s thoughts to her family. She could feel the burning anger of Lucius in the field beyond the walls, and Fiona?s cold calculations as she moved along the walls dealing death to the enemy. Even her Aunt Belial was sending out waves of excitement, whatever she was currently doing. A slight frown came as she tried to feel her brother, and found little more than a dull throbbing of the emphatic link. Danny, you better be ok, or I?m gonna kick your ass when this is done!
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #25 on: July 21, 2008, 03:38:47 PM »
Handing his rifle down to one of the men crouched in the fabricated ravine, the Terranthi soldier grabbed the next rifle that handed up to him and, raising it to his shoulder, he prepared to fire at the barbarians cowering several yards away. His finger was starting to squeeze the trigger when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A glance to his right brought his head around, eyes widening in horror at the sight of an armored knight bearing down on him, a massive axe held aloft. Yelping in terror, he hastily re-aimed in the general direction and pulled the trigger. Pain flared red-hot as the rifle misfired, the weapon exploding in his hands. He barely had time to register the pain of his mangled hands before the axe slammed into his chest, lifting him from the ground with the force of the swing and flinging his corpse to the ground several feet away.

Behind Lucius five other riders faded into view, galloping down the trench with the Pandemonium Lord, three to either side. Red fire blazed in naked eye sockets as the skeletal warriors hacked indiscriminately at the warriors arrayed along the trench. Confusion reigned, both from the unexpected charge of the knights and the at-times catastrophic misfires as the rifles started to malfunction due to Tasha?s magic. Those with fingers and hands mangled by the exploding rifles fell back into the trench while their loaders scrambled to grab the swords and shields stacked neatly along the dirt walls.

Reigning Dante around after his initial charge along the trench, Lucius glared about the cowering barbarians, nearly standing in the saddle again. ?Get up!? He roared toward the nearest of his warriors, waving his axe in the air. ?Are you children, scared of a little noise and hot metal? Get up!? Drachmel again was held aloft, blood dripping from its keen edge, as Lucius exhorted the Northras, his voice rising above the din of battle. ?Ride the fire, and spill the blood!?

Upon hearing the familiar voice Terrak peered over the corpse behind which he was sheltering, and when no bullets struck him down he was scrambling to his feet. ?Black Tigers!? He screamed, waving his sword wildly. ?Up! Up! Get ?em!? More of the barbarians were rising, many spurred up by a swift kick from their neighbors as their leaders frantically worked to get a semblance of order
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The trench itself was a swirl of chaotic melee, with the undead knights riding into the trench and forcing the enemy to either scatter before them or risk death. Braver soldiers attacked the knights, trying to drag them from the saddle, but that brought them within the unnatural pall that flowed around the undead. Sapping the will to fight, the preternatural coldness numbed hands and slowed movement, making the unfortunate an easy target for the undead. Others scrambled to get away from the nightmare vision, many staggering away from the trench and straight into the charge of the vengeful barbarians.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder Terrak rammed his sword through the side of a blonde-haired youth, slicing through armor, flesh and bone with ease. The boy?s scream of pain was lost in the din, a tiny voice that was cut off as the warlord yanked his sword back and brought it around in a two-handed slice, severing the head from the body with the single blow. Ignoring the fights around him Terrak bent down, snatched the head by the hair, and lifted it on high with a howl of triumph. Glancing around, he spotted the standard-bearer for his warband and tossed the grisly trophy to the young barbarian. In a moment the head was jammed onto one of the crosspieces, the little blood left dripping down onto the banner.

Lucius slashed to his left, nearly chopping a foolhardy soldier in twain, and let the body sag to its knees, the axe still buried within the torso. Drachmel?s blade quickly took a crimson sheen as the guillaersk fed deeply of its victim?s vitae. He could feel the power coursing through the possessed greataxe, surging within him also with the release of magic on the field. He ripped Drachmel up with a snarl, and again waved the weapon in the air to spur the screaming barbarians onward. ?Forward, Northras! Let none stand!?
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #26 on: August 01, 2008, 12:00:23 PM »
?Fire!? A dropping arm punctuated the cry to the cannon?s gunners, and the second man yanked back the clotharm, striking the pin of the massive cannon. Instead of the roiling boom of a successful firing, however, the cannon emitted a massive plume of smoke without discharging its deadly cargo. The gunnery crew was enveloped immediately, the acrid smoke bringing coughing fits as it burned into the lungs.

Staggering toward the stacked crated deeper in the cannon box, one of the crewmen barely registered a dark from materializing out of the smoke in front of him before blinding pain blossomed across his stomach. His hands reflexively went to the area of pain, his fingers meeting wet flesh. Even as he realized that he was holding part of his intestines in his hands, a slicing gleam caught his attention, and was the last thing he consciously saw as his windpipe was neatly severed.

The second of the four men was also taken by surprise, his first indication someone was about coming as a hand grabbed his shoulder, and a blade whipped across his throat, slicing it nearly halfway through. Throwing the dying man aside, his assailant crouched slightly, and then leaped into the air, clearing the smoking cannon easily and landing next to the third crewman. This one was already armed, and made a quick thrust toward the dark figure while crying out an alarm. Steel rang in a clarion call as his thrust was parried, the force of the blow sending the weapon out wide and to the right. Taking advantage of the opportunity his opponent dropped low, and two slashes parted armor, cloth and flesh across his stomach with equal ease.

As the eviscerated man fell to the side his killer leaped forward, rolling under the cannon and coming to his feet with a smooth movement, the heavy dagger intercepting a blow meant to cleave his head in two. With a shortsword in one hand and dagger in the other, the last of the cannoneers eased forward, making no abrupt moves. This soldier wore the jagged stripe of a sergeant, and his feints and parries were that of a seasoned veteran. His opponent?s dagger was a blur as it parried strike after strike, the two circling around the cannon as they dueled.

As talented as he was, the sergeant made his mistake as he took a step over the first man killed, extending his center of gravity enough to make him stumble slightly as he slashed at the fast-moving figure. In an instant, a crimson flash of blood welled along his forearm, the chainmail covering it parted as easily as warm butter. Reflexively dropping the dagger held, he clutched the arm closer while trying to turn fast enough to keep the other in his sight. A second slash along his outer thigh dragged a grunt of pain from him and forced him to stumble. His enemy was too fast, a barely seen movement opening another jagged cut on his body.

Going to one knee, the Terranthi sergeant blinked rapidly as he tried to turn toward where he had last seen his assailant, but a heavy hand slammed down on his shoulder, halting his movement. ?Too slow.? Flaring agony shot along his back as he heard the softly hissed words, and any reply was choked off by gout of blood. His shoulder released, the seargant slowly fell forward with a dull thud.

Lorcain glanced around him at the four corpses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his thin lips. It had been too easy, barely even two minutes having passed. His blood sang with the clarion call of battle, and he slipped into the shadows cast by the wall, in search of more prey.

*****

?Crow!? Lusiphur growled as he ducked back behind the large crate that he had claimed as a temporary shelter. Bullets whined past, one ricocheting off the heavy wood to shatter a hanging pot above a doorway. He cursed yet again as potting soil and pieces of fern rained down on him, and cast an angry eye upward.

He raised his pistol over the rim of the crate and blindly fired across the courtyard, forcing the soldiers that had been chasing him to duck back around the corners and the large fountain that they were using for cover. The patrol had quickly gained a respect for the long-eared assassin's strange weapon, very different from the simpler black powder weapons. However, what they lacked in complexity, the rifle?s more than made up for in sheer firepower.

Lusiphur leaned around the side of the crate to take a quick peek at the courtyard when movement caught the corner of his eye. A quick shift and squeeze of the trigger sent the soldier skulking along the rooftop flailing to the ground, landing in the street with a wet thud. ?s***!" Now a lace of worry started to gnaw at Lusiphur, for if the soldiers were to get men on the rooftops he would be a sitting duck.

Lusiphur took aim at a soldier who was bracing to fire, when the next second the rifle blew apart, sending its wielder falling to the ground screaming in agony. He writhed on the ground, clutching blackened hands to his chest as blood flowed from shrapnel wounds in his cheeks and forehead. Another gun on the other side if the square also misfired, killing its user outright. Lusiphur grunted in amusement as he sent a bullet into the writhing form to still the cries of agony.

Ducking back, his brow arched as he glanced at his weapon in puzzlement, then heard another explosion and shout of pain. ?Well, hell.? He said simply, then leaned back to send several shots across the square, forcing the enemy to keep their heads down. He ducked back as a flower pot came sailing at him, and blinked several times again as dirt sprayed his hiding place.

"Gods damned pieces of crow's crap!" Snarling, Lusiphur hopped up, gun levelled toward the entrance of the courtyard. Before him the remnants of the patrol was gathering up, spears being leveled at him. Behind them he could see another patrol arriving, swords drawn and shields held at the ready.

"Oh frell..."
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Re: The Road of War
« Reply #27 on: August 01, 2008, 12:01:49 PM »
Ducking reflexively as a bolt of lightning struck the wall to send chunks of granite to the ground below, Captain Morgan glared at the field below. He felt the wall shudder under his hand as boulders from the catapults smashed into the wall, and he cursed loudly.

?Damnation, Deggarant, I thought you said this little trap of yours would work!? Slamming his fist on the battlement, he turned that way. ?Now what do?? and trailed off when he saw he stood alone atop the tower. Eyes widened, and then narrowed as he moved to the battlement looking over the inner bailey. When he saw no sign of the Terranthi advisor he turned back to glare at the sergeant standing a few feet away on the walkway. ?You! Where did the Terranth advisor go??

?I?m sorry, sir, I didn?t see him leave.? The sergeant bore a worried look, which only deepened as thunder crashed around them. Morgan cursed again and moved back to look over the field. The numerically superior barbarians were slaughtering the foreign warriors, and the invaders were beginning to regain their battle lines.

?Damn them, and damn the Terranth!? Morgan cursed yet again. He had never trusted the firearms their erstwhile allies had brought with them, and now he fell back to the tried-and-true way to wage war. ?Bowmen to the walls! Fire at will! And bring up the mages!?
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« Reply #28 on: October 01, 2010, 09:49:37 PM »
Prying open another crate in preparation for any wounded, Kaelyn looked up just as Myrialla returned from investigating the curious sounds of explosions drifting upwards from the battlefield. She was startled at the dark glower on her sister?s face and became even more alarmed as Myrialla then started to pack things into a bundle. ?What are ye doing??

?Appears the other side got a hold of some black powder weapons. Plenty be unable to move so I shall simply go down there and offer aid.? Myrialla glanced up as she cinched the bundle closed.

?Be that wise Myri? Ye could get hurt doing that!? Kaelyn exclaimed as her hand rose to catch her sister?s arm and stay her movements.

?It?s our jobs to heal Kaely. Nae matters where that is.? Was the instant reply and she lightly tugged her arm free of the hold. ?I?ll take one of the guards Luc left here for us, and as I nae intend to go to deep into the battle, I am sure I?ll be safe enough.? She did at least take a moment to slide her staff into the low slung belt, the deadly blades hidden within the curious design and in moments, Kaelyn  watched as her sister set off down the incline towards the fighting below.

She didn?t really have long to waste on worrying however, for the wounded were slowly starting to file in. Many were being dragged along by one of their fellow soldiers and soon she was simply too busy to fret. Time seemed to slow down somehow, a curious thing as she set about applying herbs and cleaning wounds, and only used small bits of her innate ability for the more critically wounded. Kaelyn didn?t want to burn herself out to early, as it appeared that this battle would take longer then her powers could handle otherwise.
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« Reply #29 on: February 13, 2011, 10:39:34 AM »
A short distance away, Tasha stood beside Indigo, simply watching what her channeling had unleashed and giggling a bit, while behind her the undead forces were waiting for her word to strike. The small elf was impatient and thus made her friends the same and they stirred restlessly, unseen by all but the single individual that had called them. It was due to them that she realized something was wrong behind the thought-to-be-safe location, as a soft chilled moan brought her wheeling about in surprise and just in time to see a small force descending upon the camp with weapons ready.

Giving a shout that was surprisingly loud for her diminutive size, Tasha quickly knelt to pick up the already loaded crossbow from the ground near her feet as Indigo took off in a run toward the tents. Flipped the safety Maddock had installed and leveling her aim, she dropping the first two in short order, only to draw attention toward herself. She didn?t care much for close combat but quickly realized as two broke from the rest and barreled towards her that she may well have to deal with it. Neatly sent two more bolts sailing towards them she groaned at seeing the quarrels being swatted away and quickly fumbled to pull out the long dagger that Lucius had given her ages back.

While she could have easily released her undead on the small band of armed uglies, Tasha didn?t want to risk them missing the signal and so she dropped her crossbow to the ground and reached into another pocket, palming a handful of acorns stashed there. An idea flashed to mind, and she started to send mental fingers sifting while flinging the fistful of nuts at the pair nearly on her. Instantly one was turned to marble stone at the impact of the enchanted acorns, but the other merely lost his blade, dropping it as it became too heavy from the swatting away of the small innocuous missile and turned to hard stone in seconds.

Tasha scrambled to the right, darting away from the one now pursuing her with renewed vigor. The human lunged from his mount and tackled her hard into the rocky earth, sending her blade skittering wildly out of her hand. Tasha lashed out with her tiny fist, while amidst her kicking and cursing she managed to start a new incantation, causing the air temperature around them to drop rapidly, with the biting touch of freeze. Just as it looked like her assailant might manage to crush her skull with a rather large and painful looking rock, his eyes rolled back in his head and he keeled right over to resemble a landed fish.

Tasha sat up slowly, and lifted a shaking hand to wipe the blood from her nose with the sleeve of her jacket and glared at the man now dead on the ground. She hadn?t even known it would work really, but figured if such a thing could kill fish why not one man trying to send her off to the big sleep? For now, she had a huge surging of energy and would let herself feel guilty later, since with a glance towards the chaos filled camp brought her to her feet. Quickly collecting her weapons and backpack, she headed that way, juggling her reloads and muttering darkly.
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