But it's about bedtime now, so see you guys tomorrow [ 09-17-2001: Message edited by: Magus ]
Athkathla II
@Aegis: Sorry, I was off-line writing my post when you posted. Otherwise I might have continued my own a little further But it's about bedtime now, so see you guys tomorrow
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But it's about bedtime now, so see you guys tomorrow [ 09-17-2001: Message edited by: Magus ]
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Xandax: I think Aegis means your character's shocked that Virdel gave up so easily, like he didn't even care
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Aegis: Alright
* * * * *
A few important-looking mages talking to Corellan scuttled out of the room as Magus strolled into the Grand Wizard’s office. Sarak alone remained at his side.
“You!” Sarak growled. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
“I’m here to speak to Corellan. This doesn’t concern you,” Magus replied emotionlessly, staring at him fixedly.
“Why you-“
“Enough, Sarak. You may leave,” Corellan interrupted.
“But Lord Corellan-“
“GO. Attend to your duties and return when Magus leaves.”
“Yes, milord.”
Sarak left reluctantly, brushing against Magus as he passed. Magus ignored him completely, though Void’s eyes flared provocatively. Stopping, an expression of surprise crossed Sarak’s face. But he remained silent, and continuing on, didn’t look back.
“I’m almost curious as to how you managed to coerce Wendel into bringing you here. But I’m sure I wouldn’t enjoy the tale. So then, what brings you barging into our headquarters demanding an audience with me?”
“I want answers, Corellan. I want to know why you’ve targeted the Shadow Thieves for destruction this night,” Magus answered grimly.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”
“Do you think I bluff? I’m not accusing you of plotting against the Shadow Thieves; I already know it for a fact. I’m asking why you’d do such a thing. Why do the Cowled Wizards want civil war?”
“Why do we want civil war? Is that what you came all the way here to ask?”
“Yes.” Magus’s face was emotionless.
“First, this won’t be a “civil war.” We know from divination that the Shadow Thieves don’t suspect a thing. It will be over by dawn, their guild utterly destroyed. Second, we didn’t WANT this to happen. Our hand was forced.”
“Forced? By whom?” Magus asked, unconvinced.
“The Shadow Thieves’ murderous appetite knows no bounds. Not happy with the years-long stalemate, they sought to turn the tables by secretly enlisting the Black Helm’s aid. It would start with a couple of minor assassinations. Then one night they would seize control, arresting all of the wizards and razing our headquarters to ground. Swift and merciless, together they would eliminate the Cowled Wizards in one fell swoop.
But now it’s their turn to be annihilated, and at the hands of their own cowardly co-conspirators. We discovered their vile plot, and now they’ll pay with their larcenous hides.”
“One more question.”
“You’re beginning to try my limited patience,” Corellan cautioned, his eyes locking with Magus’s.
“How did you find out about this plot, as you call it?”
“One of our freelance operators warned us. After that, it was simply a matter of interrogation and divination. Now I must ask you to kindly wait within the building until midnight. Word of the attack must not be allowed to reach the Shadow Thieves,” he explained casually.
He snapped his fingers, and several wizards stepped out of dimension doors to form a ring around Magus and Void.
“These men will keep you company til then. You’ll find it in your best interests to cooperate.”
Glancing around at his stern-faced escorts, Magus smiled without warmth. “You forget who you deal with, Grand Wizard,” he replied calmly, a hint of danger in his voice.
Corellan rose. “You can’t fight us all. You can’t escape. What do you intend to accomplish?”
Magus and Corellan stared at each other for a long moment, the tension almost palpable.
“You’ve grown complacent in security, Corellan. Never let appearances deceive.” Suddenly the illusion of Magus vanished, leaving only Void.
-I wonder; do the Wizards also deceive themselves?-
Before the wizards could react, Void had disappeared through the floor.
* * * * *
Unseen, Magus crept down the stairs going up from the first level and out the door. During the confusion created by the melting wards he had projected an image of himself, remaining invisible on the stairs while his image confronted Corellan. As he crept out the door, he saw someone staring directly down at him from the third floor above. It was Sarak. Sarak nodded, smiling despite himself. Even he had to admit it was a clever trick.
* * * * *
@all: Well, that concludes Magus’s little excursion. Hope that added a little suspense
@craig: You there? You have an important part to play as well
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* * * * *
A few important-looking mages talking to Corellan scuttled out of the room as Magus strolled into the Grand Wizard’s office. Sarak alone remained at his side.
“You!” Sarak growled. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
“I’m here to speak to Corellan. This doesn’t concern you,” Magus replied emotionlessly, staring at him fixedly.
“Why you-“
“Enough, Sarak. You may leave,” Corellan interrupted.
“But Lord Corellan-“
“GO. Attend to your duties and return when Magus leaves.”
“Yes, milord.”
Sarak left reluctantly, brushing against Magus as he passed. Magus ignored him completely, though Void’s eyes flared provocatively. Stopping, an expression of surprise crossed Sarak’s face. But he remained silent, and continuing on, didn’t look back.
“I’m almost curious as to how you managed to coerce Wendel into bringing you here. But I’m sure I wouldn’t enjoy the tale. So then, what brings you barging into our headquarters demanding an audience with me?”
“I want answers, Corellan. I want to know why you’ve targeted the Shadow Thieves for destruction this night,” Magus answered grimly.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”
“Do you think I bluff? I’m not accusing you of plotting against the Shadow Thieves; I already know it for a fact. I’m asking why you’d do such a thing. Why do the Cowled Wizards want civil war?”
“Why do we want civil war? Is that what you came all the way here to ask?”
“Yes.” Magus’s face was emotionless.
“First, this won’t be a “civil war.” We know from divination that the Shadow Thieves don’t suspect a thing. It will be over by dawn, their guild utterly destroyed. Second, we didn’t WANT this to happen. Our hand was forced.”
“Forced? By whom?” Magus asked, unconvinced.
“The Shadow Thieves’ murderous appetite knows no bounds. Not happy with the years-long stalemate, they sought to turn the tables by secretly enlisting the Black Helm’s aid. It would start with a couple of minor assassinations. Then one night they would seize control, arresting all of the wizards and razing our headquarters to ground. Swift and merciless, together they would eliminate the Cowled Wizards in one fell swoop.
But now it’s their turn to be annihilated, and at the hands of their own cowardly co-conspirators. We discovered their vile plot, and now they’ll pay with their larcenous hides.”
“One more question.”
“You’re beginning to try my limited patience,” Corellan cautioned, his eyes locking with Magus’s.
“How did you find out about this plot, as you call it?”
“One of our freelance operators warned us. After that, it was simply a matter of interrogation and divination. Now I must ask you to kindly wait within the building until midnight. Word of the attack must not be allowed to reach the Shadow Thieves,” he explained casually.
He snapped his fingers, and several wizards stepped out of dimension doors to form a ring around Magus and Void.
“These men will keep you company til then. You’ll find it in your best interests to cooperate.”
Glancing around at his stern-faced escorts, Magus smiled without warmth. “You forget who you deal with, Grand Wizard,” he replied calmly, a hint of danger in his voice.
Corellan rose. “You can’t fight us all. You can’t escape. What do you intend to accomplish?”
Magus and Corellan stared at each other for a long moment, the tension almost palpable.
“You’ve grown complacent in security, Corellan. Never let appearances deceive.” Suddenly the illusion of Magus vanished, leaving only Void.
-I wonder; do the Wizards also deceive themselves?-
Before the wizards could react, Void had disappeared through the floor.
* * * * *
Unseen, Magus crept down the stairs going up from the first level and out the door. During the confusion created by the melting wards he had projected an image of himself, remaining invisible on the stairs while his image confronted Corellan. As he crept out the door, he saw someone staring directly down at him from the third floor above. It was Sarak. Sarak nodded, smiling despite himself. Even he had to admit it was a clever trick.
* * * * *
@all: Well, that concludes Magus’s little excursion. Hope that added a little suspense
@craig: You there? You have an important part to play as well
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
It seemed that Virdels ”friends” weren’t much help.
”I’m going back to the Helms compound” Xandax told Virdel, “I’m already late, and if I show up much later, I’ll properly be declared a deserter.”
Xandax left Virdel’ company and went back through the alleys towards the Black Helms compounds. The time was now nearing midnight.
Getting closer to the courtyard infront of the compound Xandax could see a massive activity, platemailed warriors running around amongst each other, people shouting orders left and right.
Xandax walked closer.
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” a familiar voice cried out.
Xandax look towards the point of origin, and saw Calahan.
“YOU ARE SEVERAL HOURS LATE, GIVE ME ONE FREEKING REASON I SHOULDN’T KILL YOU ON THE SPOT” he yelled at Xandax.
Thinking fast Xandax came up with a plausible story.
“I was attacked by a couple of thieves” he said, thinking of Calahans hatred against thieves. “I killed 2 of them and chased the other one down an alley, and got lost – I’m not familiar with the city yet”
Calahan look in disbelif at Xandax, judging his story. He then notice some fresh bruises and minor cuts from Xandax’ fight with the demon in Rail’ body.
“He isn’t buying it” Xandax though nervously without showing his feelings.
“Heh” Calahan replied, “I hope you showed them good” he said.
Xandax not believing his luck, told a fictive tale of his battle with the thieves.
”Well back to business” Calahan said, “As you can see all the regular warriors of the Helm are going on a field exercise – and we are leaving you mercenaries and a couple of officers behind to guard the compound.”
“Where are you going?” Xandax asked.
“IF YOU WERE MENT TO KNOW THAT I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU” Calahan yelled. “Now get inside an patrol the area until I return”
He then turned around and joined the last 15 men still standing around and left the courtyard.
Xandax went inside, and saw some other people, mercenaries, patrolling the area.
After 10 minutes or so, Xandax had moved on up to the third floor of the building, near the leaders quarters and offices. Suddenly a mage teleported in.
“Where is your leader?” the mage asked, “I have an urgent message for him”
“He is out with all the others” Xandax replied “What is your message?”
“He knows to much, tha……” the mage then realised he didn’t know the person talking to him. “I’ll be back when they return, carry on soldier” the mage said nervously – and then teleported out.
”Hmmm – was Magus that he?” Xandax thought, “he had apparently shocked the others mages a bit.”
Continuing his patrol, and feeling almost watched Xandax continued down the halls – they were eerily quite this night, only his footstep made a sound.
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”I’m going back to the Helms compound” Xandax told Virdel, “I’m already late, and if I show up much later, I’ll properly be declared a deserter.”
Xandax left Virdel’ company and went back through the alleys towards the Black Helms compounds. The time was now nearing midnight.
Getting closer to the courtyard infront of the compound Xandax could see a massive activity, platemailed warriors running around amongst each other, people shouting orders left and right.
Xandax walked closer.
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” a familiar voice cried out.
Xandax look towards the point of origin, and saw Calahan.
“YOU ARE SEVERAL HOURS LATE, GIVE ME ONE FREEKING REASON I SHOULDN’T KILL YOU ON THE SPOT” he yelled at Xandax.
Thinking fast Xandax came up with a plausible story.
“I was attacked by a couple of thieves” he said, thinking of Calahans hatred against thieves. “I killed 2 of them and chased the other one down an alley, and got lost – I’m not familiar with the city yet”
Calahan look in disbelif at Xandax, judging his story. He then notice some fresh bruises and minor cuts from Xandax’ fight with the demon in Rail’ body.
“He isn’t buying it” Xandax though nervously without showing his feelings.
“Heh” Calahan replied, “I hope you showed them good” he said.
Xandax not believing his luck, told a fictive tale of his battle with the thieves.
”Well back to business” Calahan said, “As you can see all the regular warriors of the Helm are going on a field exercise – and we are leaving you mercenaries and a couple of officers behind to guard the compound.”
“Where are you going?” Xandax asked.
“IF YOU WERE MENT TO KNOW THAT I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU” Calahan yelled. “Now get inside an patrol the area until I return”
He then turned around and joined the last 15 men still standing around and left the courtyard.
Xandax went inside, and saw some other people, mercenaries, patrolling the area.
After 10 minutes or so, Xandax had moved on up to the third floor of the building, near the leaders quarters and offices. Suddenly a mage teleported in.
“Where is your leader?” the mage asked, “I have an urgent message for him”
“He is out with all the others” Xandax replied “What is your message?”
“He knows to much, tha……” the mage then realised he didn’t know the person talking to him. “I’ll be back when they return, carry on soldier” the mage said nervously – and then teleported out.
”Hmmm – was Magus that he?” Xandax thought, “he had apparently shocked the others mages a bit.”
Continuing his patrol, and feeling almost watched Xandax continued down the halls – they were eerily quite this night, only his footstep made a sound.
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It seemed that Virdels ”friends” weren’t much help.
”I’m going back to the Helms compound” Xandax told Virdel, “I’m already late, and if I show up much later, I’ll properly be declared a deserter.”
Xandax left Virdel’ company and went back through the alleys towards the Black Helms compounds.
Virdel nodded in response, letting him go. He stood in the open doorway of the rangers building, motioning Rodel to come. The Young Ranger quickly complied, and stood next to Virdel. "I want you to deliever this message to a man in the Copper Coronet. His name is Magus." He pauses as he saw Rodel's recognition of the name. "He should be there shortly." Virdel reach into the folds of his cloak, and withdrew a small parchment, tied together with a plain wax seal. Rodel nodded, took the note, and made his way off into the night, towards the Copper Coronet. Virdel waited for the Ranger to disappear before he made his way out.
Virdel figured the best way to play a role in this coming tumult was to follow Xandax. He had given the warrior a few minutes lead, nothing the skilled Drow couldn't keep up with. He took off down the darkend streets, following each bend and turn that Xandax himself had taken. It wasn't long before he saw him conversing with a bigger man. A man who he had recgonized. The familar Blue Halberd slung across his back. It was the same man who had killed a dozen Shadow Theives a few days ago. Apparently, he was more involved than Virdel figured originally, and it gave hima second chance to find out just who this man was.
Virdel saw Xandax nod to the man, and make his way off onto his patrol route. The larger man then began walking down one of the unlight streets, obviously towards something of importance. Virdel quickly used his innate Drow abilities to stalk the man. It wasn't too difficult to do, as the man was arrogant enough to think no one would dare follow him. Keeping about thirty paces behind the man, Virdel stayed shoruded in the shadows, not making a sound. It wasn't long until he saw the man stop. He was then surrounded by three cowled figures.
"Calahan." started the first one. "You failed to retreive the weapons shipment. This will make our battle more difficult." Calahan stood unwavering, a confident look still on his face.
"Some blasted Theives ambushed us, and the bloody men you sent with me were worse then the dogs they had has kids." Calahan spat back, obviously no fear for his situation. "Besides, those Shadow Theives have no chance against the might of the Black Helm!" He stood smuggly.
The first cowled man stood in thought for moment, considering what Calahan had said. "You are right, we can take those dogs without the weapons. But your failure will cost you. After the battle, you will receive basic patrol duty for a fort night. Further punishment will be administered shortly after." Slight mumbling could be heard from the other two men before all three sunk back into the shadows.
Calahan was enraged by the final decision. In a fit of rage, he withdrew his Halberd, and tossed it violently in a random direction. Coincidently, it spun towards Virdel's hidden form. Virdel quickly leapt back, still hidden in the shadows, and watched as the bright blue shaft penetrated the thin stone wall of the building. Calahan fumed for a few minutes more before finally stalking over to retreive the weapon. Slinging it across his back again, he made his back down the alley. Virdel, still rather intrigued, followed, still staying a safe distance away...
”I’m going back to the Helms compound” Xandax told Virdel, “I’m already late, and if I show up much later, I’ll properly be declared a deserter.”
Xandax left Virdel’ company and went back through the alleys towards the Black Helms compounds.
Virdel nodded in response, letting him go. He stood in the open doorway of the rangers building, motioning Rodel to come. The Young Ranger quickly complied, and stood next to Virdel. "I want you to deliever this message to a man in the Copper Coronet. His name is Magus." He pauses as he saw Rodel's recognition of the name. "He should be there shortly." Virdel reach into the folds of his cloak, and withdrew a small parchment, tied together with a plain wax seal. Rodel nodded, took the note, and made his way off into the night, towards the Copper Coronet. Virdel waited for the Ranger to disappear before he made his way out.
Virdel figured the best way to play a role in this coming tumult was to follow Xandax. He had given the warrior a few minutes lead, nothing the skilled Drow couldn't keep up with. He took off down the darkend streets, following each bend and turn that Xandax himself had taken. It wasn't long before he saw him conversing with a bigger man. A man who he had recgonized. The familar Blue Halberd slung across his back. It was the same man who had killed a dozen Shadow Theives a few days ago. Apparently, he was more involved than Virdel figured originally, and it gave hima second chance to find out just who this man was.
Virdel saw Xandax nod to the man, and make his way off onto his patrol route. The larger man then began walking down one of the unlight streets, obviously towards something of importance. Virdel quickly used his innate Drow abilities to stalk the man. It wasn't too difficult to do, as the man was arrogant enough to think no one would dare follow him. Keeping about thirty paces behind the man, Virdel stayed shoruded in the shadows, not making a sound. It wasn't long until he saw the man stop. He was then surrounded by three cowled figures.
"Calahan." started the first one. "You failed to retreive the weapons shipment. This will make our battle more difficult." Calahan stood unwavering, a confident look still on his face.
"Some blasted Theives ambushed us, and the bloody men you sent with me were worse then the dogs they had has kids." Calahan spat back, obviously no fear for his situation. "Besides, those Shadow Theives have no chance against the might of the Black Helm!" He stood smuggly.
The first cowled man stood in thought for moment, considering what Calahan had said. "You are right, we can take those dogs without the weapons. But your failure will cost you. After the battle, you will receive basic patrol duty for a fort night. Further punishment will be administered shortly after." Slight mumbling could be heard from the other two men before all three sunk back into the shadows.
Calahan was enraged by the final decision. In a fit of rage, he withdrew his Halberd, and tossed it violently in a random direction. Coincidently, it spun towards Virdel's hidden form. Virdel quickly leapt back, still hidden in the shadows, and watched as the bright blue shaft penetrated the thin stone wall of the building. Calahan fumed for a few minutes more before finally stalking over to retreive the weapon. Slinging it across his back again, he made his back down the alley. Virdel, still rather intrigued, followed, still staying a safe distance away...
Hurrying towards the docks Thryn saw 2 lone black helm guards({ooc not the 2 you are thinking of calahan and the other}), skillfully he creeped up on one and thrusted his dagger up into the poor guards vocal cords and sliced the nerves in his neck, laid him down silently, and headed for the next man,
Thryns blade went for the middle of the back and turned, seperating the vertibrie, his victim gave out an almighty shreik, thryn mad it to the theif guild fast enough so no-one notest...
{ooc got to leave thier mum wants me to go to bed!)
Thryns blade went for the middle of the back and turned, seperating the vertibrie, his victim gave out an almighty shreik, thryn mad it to the theif guild fast enough so no-one notest...
{ooc got to leave thier mum wants me to go to bed!)
@craig: Any particular reason for that random act of psychopathic violence? Though if you really want me to portray Thryn as a vicious serial killer, I’d be happy to oblige
@all: BTW, if you’re wondering why Magus isn’t continuing his ruse as Nabalad, he abandoned it because it was pointless to keep it up. He did it to gather information, and now other things require immediate attention. I just realized I failed to ever state that
* * * * *
Thryn couldn’t help shivering as several pairs of eyes watched his progress into the headquarters, much like his first time there only a day ago. But tonight there lingered in the air a special sense of tension, like the nervous calm before a storm.
Inside the atmosphere was much the same. A few suspicious glances were directed his way, which he calmly ignored. Abruptly he found his path blocked by an experienced-looking thief.
“Where’ve you been? Hey, you were one of Llira’s group that went missing, weren’t you?” His tone turned menacing. “No one else returned, yet here you are. Care to explain, FRIEND?”
“It’s a long story, and one I don’t have the time to tell. I must see Aran.” Thryn pulled the runestone from a pocket and handed it to the thief.
“This is Magus’s bloody sigil! How in the Hells did you get a hold of this?”
“Let’s just say I’ve done a few jobs for him in the past. Now take me to Aran. I have some news he might want to hear.”
The thief complied, though somewhat reluctantly, and soon Thryn stood before the Shadowmaster of Amn himself.
The medium-sized room was flanked by guards at the entrances and corners. Aran sat in a desk at the back.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are you disturbing me?” Aran barked, sharply remonstrating the thief.
“Sir, this guy claims to have news for you. He bears Magus’s sigil.”
“Let me see.”
Thryn handed the runestone to the thief, who carried it to Aran. He inspected it carefully.
“Indeed, it is genuine.” He handed it back. “Well, what is it? I have little time to dawdle.”
“The Black Helm and Cowled Wizards have been plotting against you. Tonight at midnight they attack.”
“Is that so?” Aran replied, unmoved. “Tell me, did Magus really think that the Shadow Thieves were oblivious of this plot?”
Thryn remained silent.
“Of course not. You’re just a lackey. Well run along and tell him old Aran is not as senile as everyone seems to think. The treacherous Wizards and their pet Helm will soon discover the folly of fighting the masters of the night in their own element.”
* * * * *
Continuing his patrol, and feeling almost watched, Xandax continued down the halls – they were eerily quite this night, only his footstep made a sound.
The whoosh of air was his only warning. Xandax threw himself to the ground as the dagger embedded in the wall a hairsbreadth away from his head. Coming out on his feet, he heard yells and screams of agony as the Thieves’ surprise assault on the headquarters began.
* * * * *
Virdel followed Calahan to the outskirts of the Docks district, where he was met by a group of wizards. Virdel’s abruptly noticed shadows where they shouldn’t be. He realized what was going on when the wizards and Calahan disappeared. An invisible company, magically silenced, awaited his command. He saw Calahan’s shadow begin to move, and the rest followed behind.
As the company silently approached the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves, Virdel sensed something in the air. Something was wrong, very wrong. Suddenly there was a bright flash, and phosphorescent droplets rained down from the sky, coating the soldiers’ armor. Then came the hail of arrows from the rooftops.
“IT”S AN AMBUSH!” screamed Calahan’s voice.
* * * * *
@all: I would write about Magus, but I’m dead tired. Until tomorrow...
Though if you really want me to portray Thryn as a vicious serial killer, I’d be happy to oblige @all: BTW, if you’re wondering why Magus isn’t continuing his ruse as Nabalad, he abandoned it because it was pointless to keep it up. He did it to gather information, and now other things require immediate attention. I just realized I failed to ever state that
* * * * *
Thryn couldn’t help shivering as several pairs of eyes watched his progress into the headquarters, much like his first time there only a day ago. But tonight there lingered in the air a special sense of tension, like the nervous calm before a storm.
Inside the atmosphere was much the same. A few suspicious glances were directed his way, which he calmly ignored. Abruptly he found his path blocked by an experienced-looking thief.
“Where’ve you been? Hey, you were one of Llira’s group that went missing, weren’t you?” His tone turned menacing. “No one else returned, yet here you are. Care to explain, FRIEND?”
“It’s a long story, and one I don’t have the time to tell. I must see Aran.” Thryn pulled the runestone from a pocket and handed it to the thief.
“This is Magus’s bloody sigil! How in the Hells did you get a hold of this?”
“Let’s just say I’ve done a few jobs for him in the past. Now take me to Aran. I have some news he might want to hear.”
The thief complied, though somewhat reluctantly, and soon Thryn stood before the Shadowmaster of Amn himself.
The medium-sized room was flanked by guards at the entrances and corners. Aran sat in a desk at the back.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are you disturbing me?” Aran barked, sharply remonstrating the thief.
“Sir, this guy claims to have news for you. He bears Magus’s sigil.”
“Let me see.”
Thryn handed the runestone to the thief, who carried it to Aran. He inspected it carefully.
“Indeed, it is genuine.” He handed it back. “Well, what is it? I have little time to dawdle.”
“The Black Helm and Cowled Wizards have been plotting against you. Tonight at midnight they attack.”
“Is that so?” Aran replied, unmoved. “Tell me, did Magus really think that the Shadow Thieves were oblivious of this plot?”
Thryn remained silent.
“Of course not. You’re just a lackey. Well run along and tell him old Aran is not as senile as everyone seems to think. The treacherous Wizards and their pet Helm will soon discover the folly of fighting the masters of the night in their own element.”
* * * * *
Continuing his patrol, and feeling almost watched, Xandax continued down the halls – they were eerily quite this night, only his footstep made a sound.
The whoosh of air was his only warning. Xandax threw himself to the ground as the dagger embedded in the wall a hairsbreadth away from his head. Coming out on his feet, he heard yells and screams of agony as the Thieves’ surprise assault on the headquarters began.
* * * * *
Virdel followed Calahan to the outskirts of the Docks district, where he was met by a group of wizards. Virdel’s abruptly noticed shadows where they shouldn’t be. He realized what was going on when the wizards and Calahan disappeared. An invisible company, magically silenced, awaited his command. He saw Calahan’s shadow begin to move, and the rest followed behind.
As the company silently approached the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves, Virdel sensed something in the air. Something was wrong, very wrong. Suddenly there was a bright flash, and phosphorescent droplets rained down from the sky, coating the soldiers’ armor. Then came the hail of arrows from the rooftops.
“IT”S AN AMBUSH!” screamed Calahan’s voice.
* * * * *
@all: I would write about Magus, but I’m dead tired. Until tomorrow...
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@all- this is the first day off I've had since the terrorists' attacks. It looks like I have a lot of catching up to do. I'll try and post something later this evening.
Matti Il-Amin, Paladin, comedian, and expert adventurer. Proudly bearing the colors of the [url="http://www.svelmoe.dk/blade/index.htm"]Blades of the Banshee[/url]
@craig: Bored? Are you really serious? Well, if you want your character to be that cold-blooded, I'll portray him that way. But I'll warn you that it could cause friction with Magus, and perhaps some of the others.
@all: I'll post later today.
@all: I'll post later today.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@all- Wow! That was a bunch of catching up I had to do. I didn't really think I'd be that messed up from the fight with Lazal!
I'll keep this one short. I'm going to let the story develop further before I join any of you. That way I can see where you all are going with the story and I don't mess up any of the planned plot lines. (or, I decide to jump in just to mess up the plot. )
Or..., feel free to insert me where needed.
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Rail awoke with a start! He immediately glanced down at his leg, expecting to see the open wound he had when he lost consciousness. The leg was healed. The crackled skin on his right hand had returned to normal, though his rune-covered left hand had never seemed affected. He clenched the scarred fist and the runes seemed to glow ever-so-slightly with faint traces of power. Rail shook his head and frowned. He still hadn't made up his mind whether he has chosen correctly...
*ahem* Aerie cleared her throat and the assassin whirled around, knife already in hand. Aerie gasped, halting her step, tray in hand. She was still several paces away and Rail knew she had plenty of ability to defend should the need arise, but the gentle elf had never been a threat. "My apologies, lady Aerie," Rail muttered, returning the knife to it's sheath.
"None needed, Rail." Aerie smiled weakly. Though a friend of her husband, she never felt comfortable around the assassin. A dark cloud always seemed to hang over the human's head, leaving her feeling slightly cold and empty. "Here, drink this." She set a tray down next to the man and stood attentively, arms folded.
Rail glanced at the tray and the clear liquid in the glass. "What is it?" He gingerly stood up, though his limbs seemed more than able to support him. It was as if he had slept for a day.
"It's water," Aerie said smiling pleasantly. "Such powerful healing spells often leave one rather dehydrated."
Rail nodded with a bleak smile and downed the drink in a couple of gulps. Checking his weapons and adjusting their balance, he turned to the elf, somewhat hesitant with his words. "Thank you for your aid once again, Aerie." He truly appreciated her clerical powers, though he also knew she wielded the damning power of the arcane as well. That such innocence could hold such a currupting power saddened his heart.
"Of course!" Her smile seemed to stay from her eyes, though it was certainly genuine. Rail knew she wasn't sure what to make of such a man who's outlook on life differed so greatly from her own. "Magus would want you to join his as soon as you are able."
"Very well," Rail replied, donning his travel-worn cloak. "Lead on."
I'll keep this one short. I'm going to let the story develop further before I join any of you. That way I can see where you all are going with the story and I don't mess up any of the planned plot lines.
(or, I decide to jump in just to mess up the plot. )Or..., feel free to insert me where needed.
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Rail awoke with a start! He immediately glanced down at his leg, expecting to see the open wound he had when he lost consciousness. The leg was healed. The crackled skin on his right hand had returned to normal, though his rune-covered left hand had never seemed affected. He clenched the scarred fist and the runes seemed to glow ever-so-slightly with faint traces of power. Rail shook his head and frowned. He still hadn't made up his mind whether he has chosen correctly...
*ahem* Aerie cleared her throat and the assassin whirled around, knife already in hand. Aerie gasped, halting her step, tray in hand. She was still several paces away and Rail knew she had plenty of ability to defend should the need arise, but the gentle elf had never been a threat. "My apologies, lady Aerie," Rail muttered, returning the knife to it's sheath.
"None needed, Rail." Aerie smiled weakly. Though a friend of her husband, she never felt comfortable around the assassin. A dark cloud always seemed to hang over the human's head, leaving her feeling slightly cold and empty. "Here, drink this." She set a tray down next to the man and stood attentively, arms folded.
Rail glanced at the tray and the clear liquid in the glass. "What is it?" He gingerly stood up, though his limbs seemed more than able to support him. It was as if he had slept for a day.
"It's water," Aerie said smiling pleasantly. "Such powerful healing spells often leave one rather dehydrated."
Rail nodded with a bleak smile and downed the drink in a couple of gulps. Checking his weapons and adjusting their balance, he turned to the elf, somewhat hesitant with his words. "Thank you for your aid once again, Aerie." He truly appreciated her clerical powers, though he also knew she wielded the damning power of the arcane as well. That such innocence could hold such a currupting power saddened his heart.
"Of course!" Her smile seemed to stay from her eyes, though it was certainly genuine. Rail knew she wasn't sure what to make of such a man who's outlook on life differed so greatly from her own. "Magus would want you to join his as soon as you are able."
"Very well," Rail replied, donning his travel-worn cloak. "Lead on."
Matti Il-Amin, Paladin, comedian, and expert adventurer. Proudly bearing the colors of the [url="http://www.svelmoe.dk/blade/index.htm"]Blades of the Banshee[/url]
@all: Sorry, I fell asleep watching the news when I should have been writing
@Rail: Good to see you back again BTW, the condition that afflicted you was a magical disease (like Contagion). It was a side effect from one of Lazal’s spells. I’ll let you guess which one
@craig: Thryn has an important role to play in all of this. You need to keep up with him. Right now he needs to get back to Magus and report what Aran said.
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"Of course!" Her smile seemed to stay from her eyes, though it was certainly genuine. Rail knew she wasn't sure what to make of such a man who's outlook on life differed so greatly from her own. "Magus would want you to join his as soon as you are able."
"Very well," Rail replied, donning his travel-worn cloak. "Lead on."
They left the booth. The door opened as they approached, and in stepped Magus wearily with Void trailing behind. His look was grim, but his eyes twinkled slyly with triumph. Spotting Aerie and Rail heading towards him, he beckoned them to follow outside. He led them into a small, darkened alcove between two buildings.
“Good to see you’ve recovered, friend,” Magus began, his voice somewhat distant and occupied.
-Bah. His kind are like rats. Harm them within an inch of life and they bounce right back-
“How went your meeting with the Cowled Wizards?” Aerie chimed in.
Magus smiled without warmth. “They were about as friendly as you suspected. But before the threats began I learned something interesting. They said that not long ago the Shadow Thieves and Black Helm had been the ones plotting the destruction of the Cowled Wizards. But one of their outside contacts warned them. Presumedly the Wizards then cowed the Black Helm into switching sides for a retaliation strike. It could all be a lie, of course, but there seemed to be a genuine fury in Corellan’s words when he spoke of it. It’s definitely worth investigating before we thrust ourselves irrevocably into the middle of this.”
Aerie nodded. “So what are we doing next?”
“Thryn is meeting with Aran, so all that’s left is to assess the Black Helm’s true role in this conflict. If they confirm what the Cowled Wizards said, then the Shadow Thieves were probably behind all of this after all. But first, I’d like to hear what Rail found out before his bout with Lazal.”
Though the signs must have been fairly obvious, Magus’s dead-accurate intuition never failed to surprise Rail.
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@Aegis+Xandax: Eagerly awaiting your next posts
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@Rail: Good to see you back again
BTW, the condition that afflicted you was a magical disease (like Contagion). It was a side effect from one of Lazal’s spells. I’ll let you guess which one @craig: Thryn has an important role to play in all of this. You need to keep up with him. Right now he needs to get back to Magus and report what Aran said.
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"Of course!" Her smile seemed to stay from her eyes, though it was certainly genuine. Rail knew she wasn't sure what to make of such a man who's outlook on life differed so greatly from her own. "Magus would want you to join his as soon as you are able."
"Very well," Rail replied, donning his travel-worn cloak. "Lead on."
They left the booth. The door opened as they approached, and in stepped Magus wearily with Void trailing behind. His look was grim, but his eyes twinkled slyly with triumph. Spotting Aerie and Rail heading towards him, he beckoned them to follow outside. He led them into a small, darkened alcove between two buildings.
“Good to see you’ve recovered, friend,” Magus began, his voice somewhat distant and occupied.
-Bah. His kind are like rats. Harm them within an inch of life and they bounce right back-
“How went your meeting with the Cowled Wizards?” Aerie chimed in.
Magus smiled without warmth. “They were about as friendly as you suspected. But before the threats began I learned something interesting. They said that not long ago the Shadow Thieves and Black Helm had been the ones plotting the destruction of the Cowled Wizards. But one of their outside contacts warned them. Presumedly the Wizards then cowed the Black Helm into switching sides for a retaliation strike. It could all be a lie, of course, but there seemed to be a genuine fury in Corellan’s words when he spoke of it. It’s definitely worth investigating before we thrust ourselves irrevocably into the middle of this.”
Aerie nodded. “So what are we doing next?”
“Thryn is meeting with Aran, so all that’s left is to assess the Black Helm’s true role in this conflict. If they confirm what the Cowled Wizards said, then the Shadow Thieves were probably behind all of this after all. But first, I’d like to hear what Rail found out before his bout with Lazal.”
Though the signs must have been fairly obvious, Magus’s dead-accurate intuition never failed to surprise Rail.
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@Aegis+Xandax: Eagerly awaiting your next posts
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Magus: Nice set-up. Exactly what I was thinking!
*****
"IT'S AN AMBUSH!" screamed Calahan, his hand pulling out his halberd in one swift motion. Around him, the carefully planned attack force became visible under the firey attack laid by the assualting theives. Withen the ranks of the Black Helm, chaos broke out. Calahan's voiced was heard atop it all, barking orders to his disorgainized men. It took only a minute to get control of his men, and issue a counter-attack. Men within the ranks began to unsling bows from over their shoulders, and quickly notch arrows into towards the roof tops.
Around the group, Theives began to emerge from buildings flanking the streets, swords drawn. Every now and then, a sudden cry for help from a Black Helm soldier could be heard as another Shadow Theif would appear from no where, sometimes striking the man down where he stood, other times the soldier reacting quickly enough to parry the deadly strike. The Black Helm may've had the supiorier equipment, and training in the ways of prolonged battles, but the Shadow Theives abilities to strike from the darkness, and with the deft quickness of the wind, the Warriors found themselves hard-pressed to retaliate.
The Battlemages that the Cowled Wizards had loaned the Black Helm were not taken by surprise at this assault. They had expected the Theives may've tried to do something like this, and already had the proper contingencies planned. As the first barrage of arrows dropped from over head, the four mage's figures became engulfed in a magical blue sphere of crackling energy, and several layers of stone covered their bodies, protecting them from the deadly, piercing arrows. In almost the same motion, the chanting of magic could be heard, the sight of magical bolts of energy erupted from their finger tips, exploding among the roof tops, sending some Theives sprawling the ground level, several metres down.
Virdel watched all of this, a bit of a sly grin on his face. His thoughts were primarly of how ironic it was that the secret attacker had become the attacked. He also wondered if he should help in the decision of the battle, and as to what side he would aid. Several minutes had passed, and the Black Helm had begun to regain a foothold, and fight back with the orgainization of their training, and with the ferocity of a cornered animal. The Theives began to be beaten back by the Helm's new found tenacity, and it quickly became obvious to the Dark Elf as to what side he would aid. As he drew his scimitars, he sent a silient prayer to any god that was listening, and hoped that Ferchen was planning to do what he thought. He would need her help in the near future.
HE leapt from the roof of the low building he was on, and pierced into the fierce melee like a fercious shadow, intent on spilling the blood of those who stood in his way. He sprinted to the nearest group of theives, who were fighting desperatly for their survival against a score of Black Helm soldiers. He ran in from behind the Theives, and used his powerful legs to propel him into the battle, thrusting his two scimitars towards the lead soldier. This new oppenant was taken completly off gaurd from the attack, and was cut down before any measures could be taken to defend himself. The appearance of the Drow surprised both the Shadow Theives, and Black Helm, though none stopped to watch the swift Dark Elf fight.
Virdel stood over top the lead gaurd, the mans throat a mess of red blood. He snapped his head around, towards the next closest enemy. Virdel dug his heel into the fallen man's breast-plate, using it to gain leverage, and launched himself towards the next man, who was ready. As Virdel flew through the air, he held his two scimitars crossed, in an X formation. This proved to be beneifical, as the man decided to thrust his sword towards the lilth form of the Drow. The Long sword glanced harmlessly off the crossed blades, and slid towards the ground. Virdel continued with his own attack, dropping his left scimitar, pinning his enemies sword to the ground, and using his other scimitar to attack the man's exposed face. His attack was a success, as he saw a bright red streak form across his oppenants face, his blade effectivly killing the man in one deft swing. He spun on his heel, barely reacting in time against the incoming attack from a Balck Helm warrior who had snuck up on him. He leapt back, just as the bright blue weapon came crashing down onto the man Virdel had just slain.
Calahan raised his halberd just as quickly as he swung it, quickly arcing it towards Virdel's tiny body. Virdel, again, leapt back, the blade of the weapon coming withen inches of his chest. Virdel didn't stop to think back to the battle he had watched this man win single-handly earlier in the week. Instead, his mind was racing for ideas on how to stop the significantly larger, and stronger man. Virdel quickly slammed his blade down on the passing halberd, hoping to spilt the shaft in half. His hopes were shattered as he watched his own magical blade rebound with a reverbrating sound off the enchanted halberd...
*****
@Magus: I figured this would be good for now, and I didn't feel right about doing a battle where I could've killed off Calahan. If you want, you can PM me with what you want me to make him do, or you can take control of his side of the battle. We don't have to kill him here, if you want him to stick around longer.
*****
"IT'S AN AMBUSH!" screamed Calahan, his hand pulling out his halberd in one swift motion. Around him, the carefully planned attack force became visible under the firey attack laid by the assualting theives. Withen the ranks of the Black Helm, chaos broke out. Calahan's voiced was heard atop it all, barking orders to his disorgainized men. It took only a minute to get control of his men, and issue a counter-attack. Men within the ranks began to unsling bows from over their shoulders, and quickly notch arrows into towards the roof tops.
Around the group, Theives began to emerge from buildings flanking the streets, swords drawn. Every now and then, a sudden cry for help from a Black Helm soldier could be heard as another Shadow Theif would appear from no where, sometimes striking the man down where he stood, other times the soldier reacting quickly enough to parry the deadly strike. The Black Helm may've had the supiorier equipment, and training in the ways of prolonged battles, but the Shadow Theives abilities to strike from the darkness, and with the deft quickness of the wind, the Warriors found themselves hard-pressed to retaliate.
The Battlemages that the Cowled Wizards had loaned the Black Helm were not taken by surprise at this assault. They had expected the Theives may've tried to do something like this, and already had the proper contingencies planned. As the first barrage of arrows dropped from over head, the four mage's figures became engulfed in a magical blue sphere of crackling energy, and several layers of stone covered their bodies, protecting them from the deadly, piercing arrows. In almost the same motion, the chanting of magic could be heard, the sight of magical bolts of energy erupted from their finger tips, exploding among the roof tops, sending some Theives sprawling the ground level, several metres down.
Virdel watched all of this, a bit of a sly grin on his face. His thoughts were primarly of how ironic it was that the secret attacker had become the attacked. He also wondered if he should help in the decision of the battle, and as to what side he would aid. Several minutes had passed, and the Black Helm had begun to regain a foothold, and fight back with the orgainization of their training, and with the ferocity of a cornered animal. The Theives began to be beaten back by the Helm's new found tenacity, and it quickly became obvious to the Dark Elf as to what side he would aid. As he drew his scimitars, he sent a silient prayer to any god that was listening, and hoped that Ferchen was planning to do what he thought. He would need her help in the near future.
HE leapt from the roof of the low building he was on, and pierced into the fierce melee like a fercious shadow, intent on spilling the blood of those who stood in his way. He sprinted to the nearest group of theives, who were fighting desperatly for their survival against a score of Black Helm soldiers. He ran in from behind the Theives, and used his powerful legs to propel him into the battle, thrusting his two scimitars towards the lead soldier. This new oppenant was taken completly off gaurd from the attack, and was cut down before any measures could be taken to defend himself. The appearance of the Drow surprised both the Shadow Theives, and Black Helm, though none stopped to watch the swift Dark Elf fight.
Virdel stood over top the lead gaurd, the mans throat a mess of red blood. He snapped his head around, towards the next closest enemy. Virdel dug his heel into the fallen man's breast-plate, using it to gain leverage, and launched himself towards the next man, who was ready. As Virdel flew through the air, he held his two scimitars crossed, in an X formation. This proved to be beneifical, as the man decided to thrust his sword towards the lilth form of the Drow. The Long sword glanced harmlessly off the crossed blades, and slid towards the ground. Virdel continued with his own attack, dropping his left scimitar, pinning his enemies sword to the ground, and using his other scimitar to attack the man's exposed face. His attack was a success, as he saw a bright red streak form across his oppenants face, his blade effectivly killing the man in one deft swing. He spun on his heel, barely reacting in time against the incoming attack from a Balck Helm warrior who had snuck up on him. He leapt back, just as the bright blue weapon came crashing down onto the man Virdel had just slain.
Calahan raised his halberd just as quickly as he swung it, quickly arcing it towards Virdel's tiny body. Virdel, again, leapt back, the blade of the weapon coming withen inches of his chest. Virdel didn't stop to think back to the battle he had watched this man win single-handly earlier in the week. Instead, his mind was racing for ideas on how to stop the significantly larger, and stronger man. Virdel quickly slammed his blade down on the passing halberd, hoping to spilt the shaft in half. His hopes were shattered as he watched his own magical blade rebound with a reverbrating sound off the enchanted halberd...
*****
@Magus: I figured this would be good for now, and I didn't feel right about doing a battle where I could've killed off Calahan. If you want, you can PM me with what you want me to make him do, or you can take control of his side of the battle. We don't have to kill him here, if you want him to stick around longer.
Lying on the floor, Xandax saw the dagger; it would have hit him in the head if he had not been fortunately enough to dogde it.
Looking up he saw the assassin; Xandax quickly got up, and extracted his sword from its sheet. The assailant had disappeared.
Xandax moved slowly forward down the hall – then he heard the sound of running.
20 or so men in leather armour came around the corner yielding swords, daggers and some with bows. Xandax turned around and ran down the hall as arrows whistle by him, and some struck his armour.
Further up, Xandax saw another 20 men turning that corner. Xandax was now trapped in the middle of this hallway – with about 20 battle ready men in each end. Xandax noticed some of the men grinning. They had known there wouldn’t be many people at these halls.
Both groups of men started walking slowly towards Xandax. Then 2 men started running towards him – apparently they were overeager, and Xandax cut them both down with ease. The other men halted for a moment, but started walking towards Xandax again.
They would not attack alone again.
Xandax amulet glowed brightly. “No really” Xandax thought annoyed. He cleared his mind of all emotions.
He had to find a way out, and fast.
Being on the third floor, Xandax knew he wouldn’t survive an escape through the windows. The weight of his armour would crush him on impact.
Then Xandax noticed the door towards an office, but it was unfortunally on the other side of one of the groups.
Xandax knew he had to get inside that office to survive, at least for a while.
Xandax canalised his strengths and went into enrage. All feelings had now left him; all emotions were gone, he felt the benefits of it, his awareness were higher than ever before – he had gotten much better at this canalising during the last couple of days.
“To the death” Xandax cried out, and charge the group nearest to the door.
At Xandax’ rush both groups of men did the same.
{ooc: I'll return later today to write more, haven't got time right now }
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Looking up he saw the assassin; Xandax quickly got up, and extracted his sword from its sheet. The assailant had disappeared.
Xandax moved slowly forward down the hall – then he heard the sound of running.
20 or so men in leather armour came around the corner yielding swords, daggers and some with bows. Xandax turned around and ran down the hall as arrows whistle by him, and some struck his armour.
Further up, Xandax saw another 20 men turning that corner. Xandax was now trapped in the middle of this hallway – with about 20 battle ready men in each end. Xandax noticed some of the men grinning. They had known there wouldn’t be many people at these halls.
Both groups of men started walking slowly towards Xandax. Then 2 men started running towards him – apparently they were overeager, and Xandax cut them both down with ease. The other men halted for a moment, but started walking towards Xandax again.
They would not attack alone again.
Xandax amulet glowed brightly. “No really” Xandax thought annoyed. He cleared his mind of all emotions.
He had to find a way out, and fast.
Being on the third floor, Xandax knew he wouldn’t survive an escape through the windows. The weight of his armour would crush him on impact.
Then Xandax noticed the door towards an office, but it was unfortunally on the other side of one of the groups.
Xandax knew he had to get inside that office to survive, at least for a while.
Xandax canalised his strengths and went into enrage. All feelings had now left him; all emotions were gone, he felt the benefits of it, his awareness were higher than ever before – he had gotten much better at this canalising during the last couple of days.
“To the death” Xandax cried out, and charge the group nearest to the door.
At Xandax’ rush both groups of men did the same.
{ooc: I'll return later today to write more, haven't got time right now
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{Originally posted by Aegis:
<STRONG>@Xan: I'm a little lost from your last post. When did you to bed, or even the Black Helm building?
Well in my last post I became one of the guards inside "the Helms" building.
And remember the thieves inside are not after me, my bet is they are out to destroy the helms, building and guards. So they, properly send more than 5-10 to take out the building
EDIT: I didn't have time to write more today, feel free to get me out of this mess or wait until tomorrow where I'll (maybe) get myself out
}
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