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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Aug 5, 2008 20:48:29 GMT -5
Player Name:Jordan Character Name: Varaxius Aliases: Prince Varaxius of the Iron Throne Race: Sahaugin Classes: Rogue 2/Ranger 2/Fighter 2/Swordsage 2/Swashbuckler 3/Disciple of Dispater 8 Alignment: Lawful Evil Occupation: Prince of the Iron Throne LA: +1 HP: 210/263 AC: 36 Touch: 25 Flat-Footed: 30 Initiative: +8 Speed: 45' BAB: +17/+12/+7/+2 Grapple: +23 Attack Bonus: BAB:17+Dex:7+Enh:3+Focus:1+Insight:2=30 - Upper Right Hand: +30/+25/+20/+15 Crit. 9-20/x2
- Upper Left Hand: +30/+25/+20 Crit. 9-20/x2
- Lower Right Hand: +30/+25/+20 Crit. 9-20/x2
- Lower Left Hand: +30/+25/+20 Crit. 9-20/x2
Damage: - Upper Right Hand: 1d4 + 1d6 Fire +20
- Upper Left Hand: 1d4 +1d6 Cold +17
- Lower Right Hand: 1d4 +1d6 Elec +17
- Lower Left Hand: 1d4 +1d6 Acid +16
- Sneak Attack: 1d6 +19
Vision Types:- Superior Low-Light Vision
- Darkvision 60 Ft.
- BlindSense 30 Ft. (Underwater)
Known Languages: Sahaugin, Common, Infernal, Abyssal, Aquan --Ability Scores--STR: 23 (+6) DEX: 24 (+7) CON: 26 (+8) INT: 28 (+9) WIS: 22 (+6) CHA: 18 (+4) --Saves--Fort: +27 Reflex: +28 Will: +20 Feats: - (Flaw) Poison Immunity (?)
- (Armor) Mobility - +4 AC vs AoO
- (Bonus) Multiattack - Lessens Penalty When Fighting with More Than Two Weapons
- (Ranger) Multi-Weapon Fighting
- (1st) Combat Expertise - Trade Base Attack for Dodge Bonus
- (3rd) Power Attack - Trade Base Attack for Damage
- (6th) Improved Multi-Weapon Fighting - Second Off-Hand Attacks at -5
- (Fighter) Improved Critical (Kukri)- Double Threat Range of Proficient Weapon
- (Fighter) Power Critical - +4 Attack to Confirm Critical Hits
- (9th) Disciple of Darkness -+1 Luck Bonus 1/day when performing evil act
- (12th) Craven - -2 saves vs Fear Effects, Bonus to Sneak Attack Damage Equal to Class Levels
- (15th) Greater Multi-Weapon Fighting - 3rd Off-Hand Attack at -10
- (18th) Leadership
--Abilities-- - Hide in Plain Sight
- Resistance to Cold 10
- Speak with Sharks - Telepathic 150'
- Blood Frenzy - +2 Str/+2 Con/-2 AC
- Light Blindness - Blinded by Daylight Spell, Dazed in Bright Light
- Freshwater Sensitivity - Become fatigued when immersed in fresh water
- Missing an ear: -10 on Listen Checks
--Skills-- [Ranks+Ability+Misc] Craft (Poison): 7+9= 16Disable Device: 22+7+2= 31 Hide: 22+7+8= 37Intimidate: 20+4= 24Jump: 20+4= 24Knowledge (Local): 5+9= 14Listen: 19+6-10= 15Move Silently: 22+7+6= 35Search: 22+9= 31Spot: 19+6= 25Tumble: 21+7= 28UMD: 22+9= 31–– CLASS ABILITIES –– - Sneak Attack: 1d6
- Trapfinding: Able to Discover Traps by Searching
- Quick to Act: +1 Initiative Bonus
- Weapon Focus (Tiger Claw): Includes Kukri
- Wild Empathy
- Track
- Weapon Finesse:
- Device Lore: +2 Disable Device vs Metal Traps
- Iron Hews: +3 Divine Bonus to Damage for 1 round (8/day)
- Rusting Grasp: 1/day Rusting Grasp (CL 15)
- Iron Power: +2 Insight Bonus for Attack and Damage; Triple Threat Range - Stacks with Improved Crit Feat
- Summon Erinyes: 1/day (CL 15)
- Great Iron Hews: +6 Divine Bonus to Damage for 1 round (8/day)
- Ironskin: Stoneskin 1/day (CL 15)
- Grace: +1 Reflex Save Bonus
- Insightful Strike: Intelligence to Damage
- AC Bonus: Wisdom adds to AC
--Stances-- - Blood in the Water (Tiger Claw)
- Island of Blades (Shadow Hand)
--Manuevers-- - Pouncing Charge (Tiger Claw)
- Sudden Leap (Tiger Claw)
- Rabid Wolf Strike (Tiger Claw)
- Dancing Mongoose (Tiger Claw)
- Cloak of Deception (Shadow Hand)
- Shadow Stride (Shadow Hand)
- Bloodletting Strike (Shadow Hand)
Spell Like Abilities: N/A Equipment Weapon: - Torsau "Steelcinder" - +3 Prismatic Burst Kukri with Fire Assault Crystal, Lessor
- Raxxis Tasmorai "Heart of Iron" +3 Prismatic Burst Kukri with Cold Assault Crystal, Lessor
- Felsaurhan "Foe Slayer" +3 Prismatic Burst Kukri with Electrical Assault Crystal, Lessor
- Ispixion "Godtooth" +2 Prismatic Burst Kukri with Acid Assault Crystal, Lessor
Body: Gilled Quick Mobile Death Ward Mithril Chainshirt +5 Head: Face: Neck: Collar of Umbral Metamorphasis (Continuous) Arms: Hands: Feet: Boots of Speed Back: Winged Cloak (Per Winged Boots) Torso: Vest of Resistance +3 Waist: Belt of Magnificence +6 Rings: Ring of Protection +5, Ring of Freedom of Movement Inventory: Bag of Holding Type IV, (2) Greater Truedeath Crystal, (2) Greater Demolition Crystal, Adventuring Equipment worth 5000g Wealth: - [10] Topaz worth 20g
- [10] Ruby worth 50g
- [10] Emerald worth 100g
--Cohort-- Zaxxis Two-Headed Anthropomorphic Huge Hammerhead Shark Feral Werecrocodile LA: +4, 9 Racial HD
Barbarian 1/Warshaper 3
Str: 36 (+12) Dex: 12 (+1) Con: 30 (+10) Int: 8 (-1) Wis: 18 (+4) Cha: 8 (-1)
Base Stats: HP: 200/200 (13 HD) AC: Base:10+Armor:7+Dex:1+Deflection:2+NA:7=27 Touch: 13 Flat: 26 Speed: 50'
--Saves--
Fort: Base:10+Ability:10=20 Reflex: Base:7+Ability:1=8 Will: Base:7+Ability:4+Feat:+2=13
--Attacks-- BAB: +12/+7/+2 Reach: 15' Gargantuan Bite Attack (2) +27/+22 Huge Claw Attack (2) +27
Damage: Gargantuan Bite: 4d6+15+1 Vile Huge Claw: 3d6+10+1 Vile Bite Rend: 4d6+21+1 Vile
--Racial Abilities--
- Improved Grab Ability
- Scent
- Low-Light Vision
- Darkvision 120'
- Pounce Ability
- Rake Ability
- Rend Ability
- Fast Healing 5
- DR 10/silver
--Class Abilties--
- Fast Movement: +10' Move Speed
- Illiteracy
- Rage 1/day
- Morphic Immunities
- Morphic Weapons
- Morphic Body
- Morphic Reach
--Feats--
- Bonus: Iron Will
- Bonus: Improved Initiative
- Bonus: Combat Reflexes
- Bonus: Improved Multiattack
- 1st: Large and In Charge (Successful AOO on someone who moves within reach can be pushed back 5 feet on opposed strength check)
- 3rd: Power Attack
- 6th: Improved Natural Attack: Bite
- 9th: Vile Natural Attack: Bite
- 12th: Rapid Strike: Bite
--Equipment-- Arms: Belt of Shark Strength +4 Body: Breastplate +2 Throat: Bracers of Might Fists +3 Finger: Ring of Protection +2 Throat: Amulet of Not Dying So Fast +4
Emerald (15) worth 100g each
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Aug 5, 2008 21:41:29 GMT -5
Appearance:
Thhhhhhp, Thhhhhhhhp, the thin slits open and close slowly with an audible sound. Thhhhhhp. Inches above these slits, the razor sharp teeth of the malenti can be seen, jagged and gnashing at the sight of you. The corners of his mouth are turned up in a leering grin. The scales on his face have turned a dark maroon or even black color. Bony ridges curl up toward the wide eyes places not on the front of his face, but the sides. Thin black slits for pupils excentuate the uneasiness that comes from looking on this creature. Behind his left eye begins a long scar which trails past a severed ear and down his neck where it ends at a shoulder clasp made from what appears to be a tiny infant skull, with the platinum cord sliding its way through the empty eye sockets. Most unusually for a creature known to inhabit the water is the tattered black cloak on his back, which bears two leathery wings that open and close noislessly. On each side he has not one, but two arms that end in a webbed claw. Below that, attached to his waist is an exquisite belt crafted solely from bone and stiched together with the sinuous flesh of his fallen enemies. A dwarf, an elf, a human, a slightly smaller human, a half-orc, and a sahaugin. Each skull has a large ruby in its left eye and a piece of obsidian in its right eye. Below that, he wears no pants, but instead his incredibly well-muscled legs lead down to an odd-looking pair of boots that are narrow at the heel, but spread out like a fan where toes might be.
Background:
The pale light of the moon was distant over head. A powerful kick shot him closer, his heart pounding out the rthym of war as he surged closer to the surface. The water streamed over his gills, invigorating him as he kicked hard to pass his brethran. He would not be denied this, his first opportunity to prove himself. He broke the surface with a low hiss, his claws hands digging into the wooden hull of the ship, illuminated now by the dim light. He scrambled up the side, waiting until he had crossed over the railing on the deck to draw the two blades from his back. The first sailor he caught unaware, but waiting until the man caught sight of his shadow so that he would turn and see the sahaugin before he was gutted. Varaxius did not mind as his brothers sprinted past him on the deck, he would enjoy his first kill. His first taste of human flesh was vivid in his mind, salty and delicious. He took a moment longer to strike the man's head from its shoulders and tied it to the red sash he was wearing by the top-knot the man had once worn with such pride.
He slew three more that night, one managed to nick his upper left arm with a scimitar, but as he had drawn back to swipe at the sahuagin again, the arm had been cut clean off by the scissor-like strike from both blades on Varaxius's left side. They gathered up what valuables they could find, leaving a fire in hull to burn the ship slowly, so they would not be discovered before they could pillage the town that lay just beyond this trading vessal in the bay. After the fighting, he stopped to collect the worthless pieces of metal that had been his adversaries weapons, stuffing them into a sack made of forest green seaweed. The sacking of the small fishing village that bordered their kingdom had been but a dull experience compared to the ship, the townsmen and women put up such meager resistance that he nearly felt a tiny bit of remorse as he hacked their limbs from their bodies and snatched up infants which he deposited into the same seaweed sack that never seemed to fill. After their carnage, they set fire to the town and retreated just as silently as they had come back into the dark blue waters of the sea.
The tide came and went many times before he had another event worthy of such memory. He now wore a belt with one skull, the flesh and hair long since having rotted away beneath the salty sea. The cloak made of glowing purple seaweed signified his newfound importance. King's Guard was a title that he bore proudly and often boasted that he was the best of these elite sahuagin warriors, having proven that given four arms he was more than twice as strong of a fighter of those with only two. He praised Sekolah for honoring him with the ability to hunt his foes so easily. In time, a guild appeared in the nearby kingdom that bordered their sea which called for those seeking adventure to come and find work vanquishing orcs and hobgoblins. Of course, it only took the razing of two more small villages before a bounty was offered for his King Saurhan. Three adventures swam down beneath the waves one Summer's eve, their new equipment still bright and unweathered. He had taken the trio by surprise on one his patrols, his companion, a huge anthropomorphic tigerhead shark, swam quickly by the dwarf who was still descending quickly before the others. The dwarf turned, his eyes wide, but that was all Varaxius needed to slice off one trailing leg clean through the bone. His blades whirling beneath the waves sounded like a symphony only heard by the grandest of kings' bards.
The dwarf's two companions, a half-orc and an elf, began to swim toward the surface. Cowards, he thought to himself as his powerful legs carried him past them. He would not strike them from behind, but instead turned to face them. His shark, however, was not as caring about where its meal was looking and prompted bit the half-orc clean in two, blood clouding the water. The sweet smell, he knew, would bring every shark and sahaugin within miles, he had to act quickly if he was to claim this prize for himself. The orc posed a threat no longer and he turned to the last of this heroic trio. He drew his body up taut and then lunged like an arrow through the water, his lower right arm bringing the kukri up through the beautiful female elf's ribcage into her chest. He leaned forward so that his face was inches from hers and smiled as he watched the life fade from her eyes.
He quickly turned to stop the shark from devouring all of the half-orc, he wanted the skull for himself. He collected their swords, heads, and gold, and swam off as the buffet opened for the rest of the ocean world. This, he thought, was too easy. [/b]
Upon his return, he laid the half-orc's two-handed greatsword down before King Saurhan. He looked up for approval, but found scorn. The sword was made of adamantite, a metal so rare beneath the ocean waves that princes were known to kill one another for less. He was shocked and his lips drew back to show his razor sharp teeth.
"Rise, Varaxius," his king had said. He had not accepted the gift of the half-orc's sword. His king had grown soft, fearing that the killing of these adventurers would not stop them as Varaxius thought, but simply bring more powerful ones down to their kingdom beneath. Fool! Varaxius knew that every dwarf, every elf, and every half-orc was an enemy of their kind. He could not tolerate the blasphemy of Saurhen for long. He plotted, something he had not done before this. Loyalty had been his cornerstone, but when he found that no sahaugin in this kingdom was willing to question their leaders decision he felt that it was his duty to act. Sekolah would have it no other way.
During the subjugation of another sahaugin principality, he found his chance. He had grown openly decisive to his King, and it was no small secret the animosity between them. He had though, the complete trust in battle of his leader. Something that Varaxius knew well, and knew he could exploit. He feigned his usual bravado, slaying a few of the closet enemy sahaugin before he turned. He came from below, slicing through the water until he was mere feet before Saurhen. His blades flashing, but it would not be that easy. Saurhen and he fought for what seemed to be hours, the wounds on both sides were grevious. The king had gotten above him, had darted past and with it had taken Varaxius's left ear with him. He felt he could take the king if he had enough time, but he slain the other five of the King's Guard during this fight as one by one they had come to defend their king.
It was in a narrow crevice between two great reefs that Varaxius had found his final opening. He sundered the blade of the King, trapping it against the wall. The rocks came loose and pinned Saurhan beneath. He took his time then, cutting the King slowly, but not letting him die before he could slowly remove the head, watching the spirit pass from the old king before he ripped the head from its shoulders, the spine coming free as well. He added a fifth skull to his belt that day, the sahaugin king joined the new council of Prince Varaxius.
The damp, soft feel of the earth beneath Varaxius's webbed feet felt alien, like he had set foot on another planet. He had plans--plans which few sahaugin before him had ever dreamed of. They would conquer not only the world beneath the waves, but the dry land above it. The gills magically crafted into his suit of armor allowed him to breath, although it was still not comfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, testing the surface dwellers' gods. A moment later, when no typhoon had come to swallow him back into the sea, he continued.
The subjugation of the small fiefdoms of surface dwellers had been short and brutal. The island chain upon which they resided was disbersed and easily conquered piecemeal by his followers. He set to building himself a secure seat of power, a stronghold which would surely hold against all foes so that he might leave for great periods of time to search for someone who could rival his skill in single combat. In that stronghold, he piled a great many weapons. Weapons collected from every foe he had ever slain, iron daggers, swords, spears, and axes. A blacksmith of some reknown had been captured and enslaved by the sahaugin and from these weapons he crafted something most pleasing to Varaxius. The weapons were shaped and molded, becoming a seat upon which could be admired every victory. Those weapons became a throne made of cold iron.
He had a second twisting spire of iron created by the blacksmith, a grand idea having been mapped out in Varaxius's mind. The spire was curved like a helix with sharp spikes and angles appearing every few feet. It crested towards the ceiling of the throne room at some twenty five feet in height. He had not forgotten the blessings of Sekolah, and so at the base of this altar he had a pool carved out and filled with the salt water of the ocean. Standing in the pool, the water streaming up to his knees he reached out and grabbed the blacksmith with all four arms and turning he placed him upon one of the jagged hooks that had been wrought from the melded weapons. The once spear pierced the blacksmith's left lung and he cried out in pain as the surrounding sahaugin snickered with glee. The man's blood trickled down into the water and it began to slowly change into a murky red liquid. The priestesses began to chant, their webbed feet slapping against the hard stone floor to the rhythm of an ancient ritual. A few moments later, as the chorus reached its apex, the slain blacksmith raised his head, eyes blazing with an orange flame that caused the watching sahaugin to still themselves and watch in a mixture of fear and curiosity. The man's mouth opened and he began to speak,[/b]
"My Erinyes has seen your deed, Varaxius. I have been watching you with interest for many moons. I can offer you battles that you cannot even fathom, malenti. There are creatures which will strain you to your limits, ones that you cannot fight alone. Worship me Varaxius, become my vassal, bow before me and offer your iron. You will not regret it. I know what your dark heart disires."
Varaxius had found his opportunity, the challenge he had been seeking. He doubted this Lord Dispater though, what creatures could there be in this world that would require more than the four blades with which he had honed beyond all others. He hesitated, his eyes locking into the firey depths of the soulless blacksmith. He kneeled, his body splashing the bloody water out of the basin.
"I am yours Dispater, bring these challenges and I will face them as I have all others."
Upon hearing those words, the fire left the man's eyes and he went limp. Varaxius drew forth his blade and sliced the now lifeless head from the corpse, leaving the body to hang from his altar of iron. He placed the smaller human skull on his belt, to remind himself of his past and his future.
Some time later...
Pebbles skipped and cracked against the face of the cliff below. The sahaugin dropped low, a blade the size of his entire body slicing within a scale of the one ear he had remaining. He rolled between the frost giant's legs, snow cushioning his fall. Struggling to regain his footing in the slippery conditions, he slashed again at exposed backside of the beast. A roar of fury escaped the lips of the giant as he slashed again and again, driving Varaxius backwards.
"Curse you Dispater for sending me to this wretchedly cold place!"
He swore an unspeakable oath in his native tongue, dodging and blocking the powerful blows of his foe. His webbed foot slid and he crashed backwards again, slipping over the edge of the crevice that had formed between the tall peaks of this unnamed mountain range. He saw nothing but the sky as he fell, his four arms flailing about like a bird pushed from the nest before it was able to fly. It seemed like an hour, but he dared not look below him. How could he have failed in battle! He felt a strange prescence suddenly, and floating above him was a creature smiling wickedly.
"I could save you... "
It cackled and floated closer, examining Varaxius with a sense of superiority. It reached out and grabbed hold of his left arm, its strength suprising him.
"But whyyyyy would I want to save such a pathetic weakling? I watched you flail about like some whelp against that giant. I nearly died again laughing. I felt my intestines creeping out through this hole in my stomach!"
He began to laugh again, his body oozing various fluids out of every oriface. He dropped the sahaugin again, letting him fall nearly two hundred feet before he bothered to go down and grab him once more.
"Oh, right. My master sent me here to save you. Oh, he would be MAD at me if I let you die. Pity, I don't think you diserve this. I must please him. Oh! The pain of those who don't please the master! Right, right, right, I will give you this gift from my master and you will kill that pitiful excuse for a giant and prove you are not as weak as I thought."
The creature flew him back to the ledge and deposited him, a strange power eminating from his kukris. The powers of Dispater combined with those of this new entity and he felt powerful once again. His once useless strikes sent strange effects towards the frost giant. First, he was burned and then electrocuted. Finally, a strike of his blade and the frost giant became a statue, still and unmoving as the mountain. The demon fluttered down again and hovered so that he could look Varaxius in the eyes. He opened his hand, a strikingly black envelope affixed with a seal, not of wax, but blood. Upon the front was written the name, Varaxius. The sahaugin took the envelope and opened it, quickly reading this letter. He stood there, silently for a moment his eyes not leaving those of this creature before him.
"I will do as you ask, for I owe you my life and my allegiance. Dispater's promises have been just that, only promises."
He bowed once more before the creature.
"I will serve Abduxeul"
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Post by Dave on Aug 6, 2008 17:31:54 GMT -5
As the auditor, I have to ask: Lightning Mace style? You do realize that it only applies to attacks using light maces, right? Of which you have none.
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The Lord of Blades
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Ero Sennin
Please allow me to introduce myself: I'm a man of wealth and taste
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 6, 2008 17:53:57 GMT -5
As the... um... guy, you're the prince of the Irone Throne? lol
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Aug 6, 2008 22:20:45 GMT -5
I edited out Lightning Maces, it might work based on the wording of the ability...but it is easily broken with a 9-20 crit range, and if someone were to take enough levels of Crusader to get the stance that allows you to take 11 on everything, you'd actually get an infinite number of attacks per round.
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 8, 2008 10:55:58 GMT -5
Actually, you wouldn't get an infinite number of attacks simply because you would still have to hit with the attacks since crits don't guarantee a hit unless it's a nat 20. [edit: now that I look at the feat... Damn that's too good. But yeah, the aptitude weapon ability would not work with that feat at all. The feat specifies light maces and only light maces. Still nasty with what you got if you were using maces instead...]
On a side note: Insightful Strike only adds to your damage, not your attack rolls. Still handy if you use weapon finesse.
-Max, still working on his blood war character. Indecisiveness will be the death of me one day...
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Aug 8, 2008 14:55:03 GMT -5
I fixed the problem with insightful strike, thanks. I'm used to making level 3-4 characters, all these classes and abilities can get confusing!
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Post by Nate on Aug 12, 2008 14:13:19 GMT -5
The razor sharp tip of the spear thrust passes within a hairs width of your neck. The back end of spear shaft lands a hard blow on your thigh. One of your blades parries the next spear thrust away and the other three slash at your barely dressed opponent. Only one strike lands and it just traces a thin red line across her cheek. Throughout the entire fight she has acted like this is a mating ritual more than a battle. She spins her spear and three times you duck out of the way without a second to spare. After the third spin she twists and stabs, aiming right for your heart. It takes two of your kukris and a quick pirouette to avoid the blow and even then the spear opens up a large gash in your side. An overextension on her part and practiced eyes on yours leads to the end of the encounter. The floating ribs on her left side are completely unprotected and your top left kukri tries its best to find her heart. From the bottom of her shoulder blade to just under her left breast, Raxxis Tasmorai strikes true and soaks the floor in front of her with a torrent of blood. She drops to the floor and screams in agony. With Torsau raised high above your head ready to finish the task you find you can’t move. You can hear clapping from behind you and the corrupted angelic form of Abduxeul steps into view. “Well done. Well done! That will be enough. You have truly proven to me now that you are ready to join the elite of my servants, that you have the heart of a warrior. And it is that heart that I will take as a tribute and pledge. You don’t even have time to wonder what he means before he plunges his hand into your chest and pulls out your heart. The pain is unbearable and you drop to your knees but oddly enough you are still alive. Thick black smoke begins to form around your still beating heart. Then Abduxeul clinches his fist and your heart vanishes. “I will hold on to this for safe keeping. You are still alive and this way you have one less vital organ to worry about. Now go clean up and practice more. When I have need of you, you’d better have increased your skill.”
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