stMjMNES1:First Blood
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Harleqin
Hippo Power
Orders sent. Hope they are not too jumbled 
MjM
Deity
Good job people. 
Ive got quite a few orders sets already. The deadline is about 20 or so hours from now.
Ive got quite a few orders sets already. The deadline is about 20 or so hours from now.
Harleqin
Hippo Power
Say, if you have enough time couldn't you update page 1 with a list of exactly what you can spend you eco on and what prices are on various stuff?
Norseone
Emperor
Ill join!
Nation: Deutschland
Location: Mouth of Rhine
Ruler: Whilhelm Sebastian Krieger
A short story:
The smith skillfully worked the metal around in the forge, forming it from a solid chunk of metal to a sword with all the requisite contours and cutting edges. Using his blackened tongs he placed the metal back into the forge, it was beginning to cool. After a few seconds he expertly pulled the red-hot metal out of the forge and began bringing his worn hammer down powerfully. After a few exact blows he, being satisfied with the shape of his new sword, shoved it swiftly into a bucket of cool water beside him. The eruption of steam enveloped his blackened, weather-worn, face and dirtied blond hair as if he was some ethereal representative of his warrior ancestors.
The smith sat back in his chair to observe all he had built for himself in the past few years. He was in a cave-like room with a vast door on the South side that was currently opened to help with ventilation. The walls were blacked, evidence of the smiths recent prosperity, but obviously not very old. In fact the smith had a look of wisdom and experience around him. He had undoubtedly been smithing much longer than this building had been around.
As it turns out, the smith was a member of a fairly nomadic tribe of barbarians who like to call themselves the Teutons. For most of the smiths life he had traveled with his tribe. They would wonder, ragged and cold, into encampments of more settled people and take what they needed to survive. They always somehow made it through the harsh winters of the northland, but they never had much excess.
Last winter, being an especially harsh winter, the Teutons were barely surviving. They had absolutely no food stores, their animals were dead, and they were lost. They had traveled much further west than they had ever before, and were in no position to fight for food. But, the Teutons were proud and would not ask the numerous tribes, who all seemed to speak languages very similar to that of the Teutons, for help. Eventually, when they had almost given up hope, the Teutons stumbled upon the largest encampment they had ever seen. They were entranced by its towering stone buildings. They hadnt ever seen anything like it. This city was called Amsreich, and the people living it called themselves Deutschlanders.
The Teutons, unable to resist stemming their curiosity, descended on Amsreichs thick wooden gate. They staggered along looking so pathetic and starved that the gates guards realized that they werent a threat. The guards, feeling good natured because they were going to end their shift early to go drinking, came out and offered to find the tribe food and shelter.
The Teutons were shocked that these Deutschlanders spoke their language, or at least one so close they could understand them perfectly. After much conversing with the guards, their hunger overwhelmed their pride, and they entered the city.
The Deutchlanders not only found the Teutons shelter, they threw them a party. It was a lavish (by tribal standards) party that included lots of eating, drinking, and making merry. By the end of it the Teutons and the Deutschlanders were talking like old friends, and it seemed they had become just that.
After a week of living in Amsreich the Teutons were too attached to leave. They began constructing their own homes and learning to farm the fertile land around Amsreich. The Teutons began integrating into Deutschland society, as well as contributing to it. The chief of the Teutons had befriended the chief of the Deutchlanders, and together they had begun discussing the histories of their two tribes.
The Deutchlanders had been born eons ago when they undertook a great migration from their ancestral home in the North Country full of snow and ice. They had traversed through lands inhabited by farmers, and really had no reason to become violent. They never encountered any real resistance and thus didnt become very good warriors. Eventually the great ancestors had decided to settle down and begin feeding on the fruits of the earth directly. There was no point in taking what they could grow themselves. So, they began looking for the best spot to settle down. They discovered that the further west you went the better the climate seemed to get for farming. Finding a good spot by the sea and a large river they settled down. Since then they had prospered, growing very fast.
The Teutons had also undertaken a great migration from their ancestral home in the North. But, it seemed that this migration had taken place much later than the Deutschlander migration. During this migration the Teutons encountered a lot of resistance from other tribes (that undoubtedly had migrated down just after the Deutschlanders) that were trying to survive. Because of this the Teutons had become great nomadic warriors.
The chiefs suspected that the two ancestral homelands were actually one and the same. The Deutchlanders and the Teutons looked very similar, as did many of the other tribes that were common in the North Country. They tended to be tall, fair skinned, fair (light brown or blond) haired and light colored eyes.
The chiefs began to hatch a plan.
The Scene: An emissary of the Amsreich kingdom is in the great hall of the largest of the tribes close to Amsreich.
Two gruff looking men sit in a room staring intently at each other. One man is blond with long scraggly hair and a chin full of think blond stubble. He is covered in lots of thick brown furs, and is longing like a man who knows he is in charge. The other has light brown hair, and is somewhat better groomed. He sits strait up at attention, giving respect to the other man. His cloths are plain, almost like those of a farmer, but the gold medallion on his chest reading Amsreich suggests differently.
The man from Amsreich, without taking his eyes away from the lounging man, reaches slowly for a package form a pile beside him. He offers the package to the man in front of him, uttering some words and bowing his head a little. The lounging man seems pleased, he has received a good amount of gold. Seeing this the man from Amsreich breathes a sigh of relief and produces an important looking piece of Jewelry. It is a simple golden ring with a red gem encrusted in it. The lounging man accepts this; obviously it has some symbolic meaning.
For the first time they began to talk. The man from Amsreich says, You will not regret your decision Olaf. The new Reich will bring prosperity and safety to us all. We will grow swiftly; the tribes of the ancient land will unite at last. Standing Olaf replied, I hope you are right Erik. We do not live in a friendly land, and the more of us that work together the better off we will all be. Erik responded by standing and reaching out his hand, I am right, as we speak other tribes are being visited by emissaries of the Reich. It is now common knowledge among the tribes that we all have common ancestors, and that we offer them knowledge and safety if they join us. They also know of the prosperity of Amsreich, and believe that we can give them that prosperity. Even as we speak Amsreich and its empire are growing. Grasping Eriks hand tightly Olaf replied, That is good news my friend, keep in touch.
What Erik hadnt told Olaf was that the Teutons had begun training an Amsreich army. It would be disciplined and strong, just as the proud Teutons had been, only more numerous. If need be they would ensure their safety by force.
More to Come
Nation: Deutschland
Location: Mouth of Rhine
Ruler: Whilhelm Sebastian Krieger
A short story:
The smith skillfully worked the metal around in the forge, forming it from a solid chunk of metal to a sword with all the requisite contours and cutting edges. Using his blackened tongs he placed the metal back into the forge, it was beginning to cool. After a few seconds he expertly pulled the red-hot metal out of the forge and began bringing his worn hammer down powerfully. After a few exact blows he, being satisfied with the shape of his new sword, shoved it swiftly into a bucket of cool water beside him. The eruption of steam enveloped his blackened, weather-worn, face and dirtied blond hair as if he was some ethereal representative of his warrior ancestors.
The smith sat back in his chair to observe all he had built for himself in the past few years. He was in a cave-like room with a vast door on the South side that was currently opened to help with ventilation. The walls were blacked, evidence of the smiths recent prosperity, but obviously not very old. In fact the smith had a look of wisdom and experience around him. He had undoubtedly been smithing much longer than this building had been around.
As it turns out, the smith was a member of a fairly nomadic tribe of barbarians who like to call themselves the Teutons. For most of the smiths life he had traveled with his tribe. They would wonder, ragged and cold, into encampments of more settled people and take what they needed to survive. They always somehow made it through the harsh winters of the northland, but they never had much excess.
Last winter, being an especially harsh winter, the Teutons were barely surviving. They had absolutely no food stores, their animals were dead, and they were lost. They had traveled much further west than they had ever before, and were in no position to fight for food. But, the Teutons were proud and would not ask the numerous tribes, who all seemed to speak languages very similar to that of the Teutons, for help. Eventually, when they had almost given up hope, the Teutons stumbled upon the largest encampment they had ever seen. They were entranced by its towering stone buildings. They hadnt ever seen anything like it. This city was called Amsreich, and the people living it called themselves Deutschlanders.
The Teutons, unable to resist stemming their curiosity, descended on Amsreichs thick wooden gate. They staggered along looking so pathetic and starved that the gates guards realized that they werent a threat. The guards, feeling good natured because they were going to end their shift early to go drinking, came out and offered to find the tribe food and shelter.
The Teutons were shocked that these Deutschlanders spoke their language, or at least one so close they could understand them perfectly. After much conversing with the guards, their hunger overwhelmed their pride, and they entered the city.
The Deutchlanders not only found the Teutons shelter, they threw them a party. It was a lavish (by tribal standards) party that included lots of eating, drinking, and making merry. By the end of it the Teutons and the Deutschlanders were talking like old friends, and it seemed they had become just that.
After a week of living in Amsreich the Teutons were too attached to leave. They began constructing their own homes and learning to farm the fertile land around Amsreich. The Teutons began integrating into Deutschland society, as well as contributing to it. The chief of the Teutons had befriended the chief of the Deutchlanders, and together they had begun discussing the histories of their two tribes.
The Deutchlanders had been born eons ago when they undertook a great migration from their ancestral home in the North Country full of snow and ice. They had traversed through lands inhabited by farmers, and really had no reason to become violent. They never encountered any real resistance and thus didnt become very good warriors. Eventually the great ancestors had decided to settle down and begin feeding on the fruits of the earth directly. There was no point in taking what they could grow themselves. So, they began looking for the best spot to settle down. They discovered that the further west you went the better the climate seemed to get for farming. Finding a good spot by the sea and a large river they settled down. Since then they had prospered, growing very fast.
The Teutons had also undertaken a great migration from their ancestral home in the North. But, it seemed that this migration had taken place much later than the Deutschlander migration. During this migration the Teutons encountered a lot of resistance from other tribes (that undoubtedly had migrated down just after the Deutschlanders) that were trying to survive. Because of this the Teutons had become great nomadic warriors.
The chiefs suspected that the two ancestral homelands were actually one and the same. The Deutchlanders and the Teutons looked very similar, as did many of the other tribes that were common in the North Country. They tended to be tall, fair skinned, fair (light brown or blond) haired and light colored eyes.
The chiefs began to hatch a plan.
The Scene: An emissary of the Amsreich kingdom is in the great hall of the largest of the tribes close to Amsreich.
Two gruff looking men sit in a room staring intently at each other. One man is blond with long scraggly hair and a chin full of think blond stubble. He is covered in lots of thick brown furs, and is longing like a man who knows he is in charge. The other has light brown hair, and is somewhat better groomed. He sits strait up at attention, giving respect to the other man. His cloths are plain, almost like those of a farmer, but the gold medallion on his chest reading Amsreich suggests differently.
The man from Amsreich, without taking his eyes away from the lounging man, reaches slowly for a package form a pile beside him. He offers the package to the man in front of him, uttering some words and bowing his head a little. The lounging man seems pleased, he has received a good amount of gold. Seeing this the man from Amsreich breathes a sigh of relief and produces an important looking piece of Jewelry. It is a simple golden ring with a red gem encrusted in it. The lounging man accepts this; obviously it has some symbolic meaning.
For the first time they began to talk. The man from Amsreich says, You will not regret your decision Olaf. The new Reich will bring prosperity and safety to us all. We will grow swiftly; the tribes of the ancient land will unite at last. Standing Olaf replied, I hope you are right Erik. We do not live in a friendly land, and the more of us that work together the better off we will all be. Erik responded by standing and reaching out his hand, I am right, as we speak other tribes are being visited by emissaries of the Reich. It is now common knowledge among the tribes that we all have common ancestors, and that we offer them knowledge and safety if they join us. They also know of the prosperity of Amsreich, and believe that we can give them that prosperity. Even as we speak Amsreich and its empire are growing. Grasping Eriks hand tightly Olaf replied, That is good news my friend, keep in touch.
What Erik hadnt told Olaf was that the Teutons had begun training an Amsreich army. It would be disciplined and strong, just as the proud Teutons had been, only more numerous. If need be they would ensure their safety by force.
More to Come
Norseone
Emperor
Doing orders now, just a bit more story. Orders will be PMd
Nation
eutschland
Ruler/player: King Wilhelm
Military:
Government:
Religion: Germanic Polytheism
Economy:
Infrastructure:
Education:
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Confidence:
Culture:
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story continuation
Now we return to the smith.
The smith was, as I said, a Teuton. When he first came to the city he tried his had at farming, but couldn’t readily adapt to the odd hours of agricultural labor. So, he went back to his standard of being a smith. At first business was slow and his customers were all jewelers wanting some new piece. But gradually the warrior attitude of the Teutons seemed to be rubbing off on the Deutschlanders, and the demand for weapons and armor gradually increased. This was mostly because of the chief of Amsreich. He, having seen what the men of the Teutons know about fighting, began ordering massive amounts of weapons and getting training ready to create a professional army.
Basically Deutschland was growing fast, especially in the military sector. New smiths had recently popped up, but even after that demand didn’t go down much for our particular smith. Children were plentiful and healthy, and they were very attracted to the new military.
In other areas Amsreich is prospering and expanding very fast. It is a center of fishing and other parts of commerce. It will become the center of a great trade empire as more tribes join the Reich.
Nation
eutschlandRuler/player: King Wilhelm
Military:
Government:
Religion: Germanic Polytheism
Economy:
Infrastructure:
Education:
Age Level:
Confidence:
Culture:
Wonders:
Description:
story continuation
Now we return to the smith.
The smith was, as I said, a Teuton. When he first came to the city he tried his had at farming, but couldn’t readily adapt to the odd hours of agricultural labor. So, he went back to his standard of being a smith. At first business was slow and his customers were all jewelers wanting some new piece. But gradually the warrior attitude of the Teutons seemed to be rubbing off on the Deutschlanders, and the demand for weapons and armor gradually increased. This was mostly because of the chief of Amsreich. He, having seen what the men of the Teutons know about fighting, began ordering massive amounts of weapons and getting training ready to create a professional army.
Basically Deutschland was growing fast, especially in the military sector. New smiths had recently popped up, but even after that demand didn’t go down much for our particular smith. Children were plentiful and healthy, and they were very attracted to the new military.
In other areas Amsreich is prospering and expanding very fast. It is a center of fishing and other parts of commerce. It will become the center of a great trade empire as more tribes join the Reich.
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Start me in old london town.
Nation: British
Ruler/player: High Councilman Alger
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Religion: Anglo Polytheism
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I will have everything in by morning, story and all.
Nation: British
Ruler/player: High Councilman Alger
Military:
Government:
Religion: Anglo Polytheism
Economy:
Infrastructure:
Education:
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I will have everything in by morning, story and all.
Kiril gazed over the thickly forested lowlands surrounding his village of Angkor. The weak Mekaian force had been forced off, and there was now no sign of them. This victory would be the turning point for him, he could feel it. Soon, nearby tribes would join his for protection and ally for mutual advantage, and he would forge a nation to stand up to Mekaia! Already several agreements had been made, and more were coming.
"Sir, I need you down here for a moment." called a voice from below. It was Patel, one of Kiril's military underlings.
Kiril climbed down from his observation platform. Patel waited for him patiently at the bottom.
"Yes, what is it?"
"An emmisary from another village, or so I'm told."
"Excellent!" said Kiril, "Where is he?"
"In your palace sir."
Kiril headed for his palace. It was not so much a palace as it was a stone building in a town of wood.
Entering through the carved door, Kiril saw a tall man in a black robe, standing patiently.
"Hello. Where are you from, and what is it that you wish to say?"
"I am Dalar, and I propose an alliance between my city of Batang and this strong nation of Angkor, to push back the invading Mekaians. What do you say to that?"
"No discussion is necessary. Let this union of nations be a hammer strike against the invaders."
"Agreed." Dalar put out his right arm in a gesture of thanks and respect. Kiril did the same-
In a lightning movement, Dalar whipped out a dagger from his pocket. Simultaneously, he withdrew his right hand and pulled out a second, identical weapon. Within the blink of an eye, both metal blades were pressed against Kiril's neck.
"Move, shout, or do anything, and you are dead." whispered Dalar.
The attacker made a twisted grin. HE was going to toy with his victim.
"Within a minute, the Mekaian army will flood into your city and destroy your totally unsuspecting army. Have you forgotten that you were supposed to be keeping watch?" Dalar laughed quietly. Kiril stared at him motionless, in a state of terror and surprise.
"Your village, if it can even be called that, will become part of Mekaia, like every other one. You know, I'm amazed that they even bothered sending a Koleth here."
Kiril's mind raced. "So Koleth are not just a myth!" he thought. And if what he had heard of them was true, things looked very bad for him.
"And your name will be ground into the dusts of history as soon as-" Dalar paused for a moment, listening to footsteps outside, "I believe that the Mekaian army is here already."
The door burst open. But it was not the Mekaian army. It was Patel.
Kiril felt that salvation from this situation was near. Patel would raise the alarm- wait. Something wasn't right. Patel said nothing, he just smiled and walked towards his leader.
"Yes," said Dalar, "You're so special that you got two Koleth to finish you off. You should be honoured. Patel, is the army here?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. Kiril, you are of no importance to us, and within a few minutes, no importance to your soon to be deceased people. Goodbye."
Dalar stabbed the two blades into Kiril's neck and twisted them, severing the head. He caught it, gently placed it on the floor, not making a noise. He ritually took the weapons of his defeated opponent, placing them in various sheaths and pockets in his clothing.
"My kill." he said smugly. I'm in the lead now. The two Koleth creapt out of the stone building and avoiding the battle in the streets, left the town.
"Sir, I need you down here for a moment." called a voice from below. It was Patel, one of Kiril's military underlings.
Kiril climbed down from his observation platform. Patel waited for him patiently at the bottom.
"Yes, what is it?"
"An emmisary from another village, or so I'm told."
"Excellent!" said Kiril, "Where is he?"
"In your palace sir."
Kiril headed for his palace. It was not so much a palace as it was a stone building in a town of wood.
Entering through the carved door, Kiril saw a tall man in a black robe, standing patiently.
"Hello. Where are you from, and what is it that you wish to say?"
"I am Dalar, and I propose an alliance between my city of Batang and this strong nation of Angkor, to push back the invading Mekaians. What do you say to that?"
"No discussion is necessary. Let this union of nations be a hammer strike against the invaders."
"Agreed." Dalar put out his right arm in a gesture of thanks and respect. Kiril did the same-
In a lightning movement, Dalar whipped out a dagger from his pocket. Simultaneously, he withdrew his right hand and pulled out a second, identical weapon. Within the blink of an eye, both metal blades were pressed against Kiril's neck.
"Move, shout, or do anything, and you are dead." whispered Dalar.
The attacker made a twisted grin. HE was going to toy with his victim.
"Within a minute, the Mekaian army will flood into your city and destroy your totally unsuspecting army. Have you forgotten that you were supposed to be keeping watch?" Dalar laughed quietly. Kiril stared at him motionless, in a state of terror and surprise.
"Your village, if it can even be called that, will become part of Mekaia, like every other one. You know, I'm amazed that they even bothered sending a Koleth here."
Kiril's mind raced. "So Koleth are not just a myth!" he thought. And if what he had heard of them was true, things looked very bad for him.
"And your name will be ground into the dusts of history as soon as-" Dalar paused for a moment, listening to footsteps outside, "I believe that the Mekaian army is here already."
The door burst open. But it was not the Mekaian army. It was Patel.
Kiril felt that salvation from this situation was near. Patel would raise the alarm- wait. Something wasn't right. Patel said nothing, he just smiled and walked towards his leader.
"Yes," said Dalar, "You're so special that you got two Koleth to finish you off. You should be honoured. Patel, is the army here?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. Kiril, you are of no importance to us, and within a few minutes, no importance to your soon to be deceased people. Goodbye."
Dalar stabbed the two blades into Kiril's neck and twisted them, severing the head. He caught it, gently placed it on the floor, not making a noise. He ritually took the weapons of his defeated opponent, placing them in various sheaths and pockets in his clothing.
"My kill." he said smugly. I'm in the lead now. The two Koleth creapt out of the stone building and avoiding the battle in the streets, left the town.
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
The sun streaked across the sky making the falling snow seems to dance about the air. Alric Alger Goldwin treaded the 200 yards from his was from his modest dwelling to the mead hall which was the center of the growing city. As he approached the large timber building he began to hear the sound of flute and harp along with the story that was known so well.
The singing and playing trailed off as Alger stepped in the doorway. The walls of the room were covered with richly decorated with family shields and many ornamental weapons. Images of stags and hunters seemed to dance to the cracks and pops emitting from the hearth. The room was warm, dimly lit and smelled sweet.
Feeling the tension in the room Cyneheard walked over and handed Alger a large stein of mead. Repeating the phrase he had sorrowfully had been repeated earlier today His beloved goal hath been complete, and so forth to the gods he shall go. Pausing a moment as stumbling for the words he said Alger you have our sympathy.
Alger stood motionless for a moment, seeming to be memorized by the warm light of the hearth. His eyes dropped down to his feet and with a small nod walked to away from the crowd and sat down. For a time the room frozen except for the flowing light and sounds of the hearth. The crisp ring of the harp broke the sullen mood. The crowd of men continued with a new tune and celebrated the pasting of one of their own.
Algers father Eanwulf Goldwin ashes had been laid to rest in the waters of the Thames earlier today. The great king of London had died only two days before from old age. Eanwulf had forged a strong alliance with 3 other powerful kings. Through cooperation of military each kingdom had become a powerful beacon on power in the region. The people of these three kingdoms could live knowing that there were no tribes with in a weeks ride that could compete with their power.
Along with this political and military union trade started to flow between the 3 kingdoms. For years Alger had been looking at this interaction with amazement. The trade not only brought goods but ideas and people. There was an overall brotherhood feeling among the people as towns began to expand.
Staring into his mead Alger recalled playing in the forest, which were now farm fields. London had grown so much since his childhood. Sitting their Algers mind drifted away from his fathers death too much gander ideas. The new king had plans, and now it was time for him to take the reigns and guide his peoples destiny.
More too come, but its a good start
The singing and playing trailed off as Alger stepped in the doorway. The walls of the room were covered with richly decorated with family shields and many ornamental weapons. Images of stags and hunters seemed to dance to the cracks and pops emitting from the hearth. The room was warm, dimly lit and smelled sweet.
Feeling the tension in the room Cyneheard walked over and handed Alger a large stein of mead. Repeating the phrase he had sorrowfully had been repeated earlier today His beloved goal hath been complete, and so forth to the gods he shall go. Pausing a moment as stumbling for the words he said Alger you have our sympathy.
Alger stood motionless for a moment, seeming to be memorized by the warm light of the hearth. His eyes dropped down to his feet and with a small nod walked to away from the crowd and sat down. For a time the room frozen except for the flowing light and sounds of the hearth. The crisp ring of the harp broke the sullen mood. The crowd of men continued with a new tune and celebrated the pasting of one of their own.
Algers father Eanwulf Goldwin ashes had been laid to rest in the waters of the Thames earlier today. The great king of London had died only two days before from old age. Eanwulf had forged a strong alliance with 3 other powerful kings. Through cooperation of military each kingdom had become a powerful beacon on power in the region. The people of these three kingdoms could live knowing that there were no tribes with in a weeks ride that could compete with their power.
Along with this political and military union trade started to flow between the 3 kingdoms. For years Alger had been looking at this interaction with amazement. The trade not only brought goods but ideas and people. There was an overall brotherhood feeling among the people as towns began to expand.
Staring into his mead Alger recalled playing in the forest, which were now farm fields. London had grown so much since his childhood. Sitting their Algers mind drifted away from his fathers death too much gander ideas. The new king had plans, and now it was time for him to take the reigns and guide his peoples destiny.
More too come, but its a good start
MjM
Deity
Mmmh , Ive got most orders now, an update later today (way later, only morning here) or Monday ill be gone Sunday.
MjM
Deity
Update coming along quite nicely, most likely today.
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Well at least he didn't promise and update. So no whining until monday. If he doesn't have one up by monday OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
I guess im to late to join then.Darn. I really want to try NES out
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