Dem Bones

by **Naiya** on March 28th, 2017, 2:26 am

There. She had found them indeed and had not lost much time, or so it would seem from their new instruction. Khida shaped a short greeting, Naiya's arrival seeming to have startled her. It had startled Naiya too, despite her tentative understanding of the web. Her hands shaped a greeting of her own, but she resisted the urge to reach out to her wife. She didn't know that touch was possible, and she wasn't sure she wanted it if it was. Things were too strange here, off...

She didn't want to think too hard about it lest she worry herself out of the web once more. She turned to Azmere, teaching still, perhaps she had not missed much. His hands were... full. Although how he had pooled the silken colors of the web into his hands was not clear. His hands moved almost distractedly, like the skill was one that took little thought, shaping ball to string, then string to knot.

An origin, he said. Each one unique, and used as a tie to the web. This must be how families and belongings were tied to the web. His gesture had her eyes falling to her new tie, the same knot in his hand.

He pressed his knot into the strands beneath their feet, and bid them to practice, but not her, she noted as her called her away. His words were kind, first, a compliment paid, then an offer made. He spoke of creating an origin of her own, using djed. That was a word she nearly recognized. Stories shared over a campfire spoke of how some people used djed to do evil things, to steal the life from others.

It was the source of the fire in Quzon's hands... and now she knew it was the source of the web as well. Again he said practice, but there was little instruction, and less time as he began making his way back to the other women.

She followed him and found that both the other women looked as baffled by the lesson as she felt. They could talk more later, once they had seen about the purpose for their initiation into the magic. Azmere left, gone in a blink.

Startled once more by the power of the web, Naiya's gaze turned to the others, unsure. She scanned the landscape, spinning in a slow circle until she spotted him, a silhouette light against a dark outcropping. A quick glance at the others, we go shaping her hands as she pointed out the man in case the others had missed him.

She leaned down reaching for a glowing strand. Instantly she was falling into the web and rising again beside the man. He moved again, and she followed, falling quickly into the pattern of moving in the large jumps until she appeared beside him, and beside the discordant sight of their spring home filled with decay and death.

Worse than the sight of their desecrated home, their sacred landing of the gods, was the fear, it filled the space, filled her as she took in the sight before her. Pillars of bone, decked in rotting flesh, carcasses forming piles as tall as she stood. Her heart ached, the waste, the altar of dira spread across the site.

Glassbeaks roved in packs that could decimate entire encampments of Drykas, neither circling, nor patrolling, but drawn here all the same. She moved, reassured only minutely by the promise they could not be harmed in the web, trying to find what drew them. It could simply be the decay. They were scavengers as much as predators, but with packs so large, and in the same territory-

There must have been something...

There! In the shadow of the crater. She couldn't say what she saw, but it was different than the death that saturated the space. She moved in a jump, the strangeness of the feeling lost to the discovery.

Carved deeply into the bloodied earth were marks, deep and wide. She stood in the gouge, staring across the divot in confusion. She was no tracker, not like Khida, but even she could see that something large had been here, and it had been dragged across this space. She turned her eyes in the direction of the path, seeking something that could have caused such a wound in Semele's tough skin.

Perhaps there was something there, in the distance. She could be there in a blink. The temptation to chase it was great, the promise of the web's whispers and speed pulling her towards the discovery.

"Khida." She called the name like the pull of a lead. Quick, a distraction, the correction of a mindset or action that was wrong. She looked for her wife, for the Watchman, and for the interesting, wild woman who was Merevaika. She neared her wife first, recalling how she had been startled before, she moved the distance in short stints, appearing a distance away and closing it in small gaps.

"Khida, I found... something" strange, unsure She flashed her eyes towards Azmere, becconing him and Merevaika too should she catch the sight.

"Something," she began once they could hear her, "this way." She moved a short distance, leading, until they stood inside the gouge that had caught her attention.

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant

by **Azmere** on April 8th, 2017, 4:06 pm

The scene did not become easier to digest with time. The bones in Stardowns crater might do quite the opposite, in fact. The longer one stared into the abysmal tapestry of death, the more one’s spirit was pulled into dark thoughts. The watchman could feel this sinister notion washing over him and knew it was only a matter of time before his charges experienced it as well. Merevaika fled the group to investigate close to the core and Azmere felt himself wanting to chide her but knew the woman well enough to expect this sort of behavior.

Azmere closed his eyes and took a few ticks to gather his thoughts. He was already feeling some kind of malevolent force that was tainting his mood and realized they had to get to work. The ankal turned to Naiya and Khida, eyes showing a concern that he wasn’t sure how to contain. He gave them the sign for Follow then Stay close. The contrasting gaze paused first on Khida’s golden stare then shifted to convey his concern into the green gaze of his friend. Not one for feelings, Azmere had no way of knowing that his method for transferring a creepy feeling was effective –it’s not like he’d actually admit it out loud.

The Drykas wasn’t going to stand on ceremony and promptly stooped to a djed line. In a thought, he was next to Merevaika and with a stern gaze, he moved between her and the columns of bones. His face was plastered with a disapproving look that hinged on the edge of ‘don’t test me’. His hands pushed out a few signs for her to see before Naiya and Khida arrived. Don’t stray. Unknown danger. The anger melted into concern as he stared at the girl. She’d always been defiant but there was something here that no one could explain and Azmere did not want to be responsible if something bad were to happen. If they all stayed together, he would be able to exercise more control and thus make better decisions. How to say that to the deviant in front of him was well beyond his abilities, however.

It was at this time when Naiya had found something. Sound in the web was tricky. One could speak but it didn’t travel in the same way as if the waves generated by one’s essence were muted. Azmere looked up from Merevika to see the redhead absorbed in some kind of detail. He nodded his head as an indication to the little thief in front of him then moved over the lines without effort. He bent down to see what the woman had discovered. He did not like the thoughts that came into his mind as his imagination tried to fill the massive track with some kind of creature. He shook his head and stood to his full height.

“We have a task and cannot linger here.” His weathered hand pointed to the very center of the crater. “The web has been damaged in the middle. We cannot see what is –or who is in there.” He added the second modifier because there had been something suggested in terms of conspiracy though the initial scouting report didn’t suppose any human or mortal being could be behind such a massive event as the one before Azmere and his pupils. The scarred man returned his attention to the women. “I’m going to build an anchor point.” Out of web. “Then we’ll each begin to weave lines through the middle so we can find the cause.” He almost shook as his fingers signed the next phrase. Discover the glassbeaks’ fear.

Azmere knelt next to a line and flashed over to a large pillar of bones. He quickly forced djed from his body through his will. The ankal looked back to the girls as he created orbs of the stuff then went about making cords, teaching as he worked. “The djed is not just in you but it is you. It’s what you are in the web.” As his hands formed more strands and orbs, he paused to catch them each of them in a look of caution. “Give too much and your body will suffer.” Overgiving “You will feel yourself flicker when you’ve reached that point.” He passed one hand through the other in a way that they could see the solid form give way to reveal his point of being the ethereal substance of djed. His body didn’t flash but doubled in the richness of his appearance. Azmere wasn’t sure how to explain it and hoped that they would pay attention. The man went back to work and created a huge knot that started as his origin but became very complex in a short span of time. He tied it to the existing web and ran seven leads out from the core. When he was done, the object glowed like a vibrant chandelier in various hues of blue that seemed to reflect the color of Azmere’s right eye.

The watchman moved to one of the four foot strands he had created and took a hold of it then motioned for each of them to do the same. Azmere’s stance was rigid. He felt a chill over his being which didn’t make any sense but he didn’t want to call attention to it. He reasoned that the woman would not know that it felt different from a normal webbing excursion so he elected to not worry them over the matter. “I’ve laid out each strand in a direction. Pick one and add to it.” He indicated that each woman would have to pass through the core of the bone pillars. “I will be checking on you but you must not let go of the djed line for any reason.” He had tied them all to the web but laying lines was tricky. If one let go, she wouldn’t vanish or get lost but it opened up the higher probability of problems.

Azmere was feeling very much out of his element. He doubted his abilities to lead, to teach and to keep them safe. He shook his head to try and chase out the counter-productive notions. “Work at your own speeds. If you have a problem, you can call me through the web since we’re so close.” The Drykas knew they would all be paying close attention at this point so he continued. “Take hold of the line that runs to the anchor I have made. Tell the djed your message and then use your will to send it on its way.” When the girls had each taken a lead, Azmere bent and whispered into the glowing strand ‘like this’ then he ushered it along with his thoughts much in the same way one moved along the Web. The Drykas females would each feel a change in the gentle throb of power from the djed lines that they held. Reading the web message was easy for it would reveal itself in the presence of a web mage; even a novice. “Begin when you’re ready but also keep an eye on your surroundings. We must be diligent in our task.” The man closed his eyes and knelt with his line. He knew that the heavy lifting was going to be on him so he started feeding his djed into the line and walking it along the intended path as the cord stretched to the first column of bones. It was going to be a long day.

CluesKhida - you will find what looks like a giant piece of opaque cloth but upon closer inspection it will appear to be skin of some kind and have scales the size of a person’s face.
Merevaika – you will find the relatively fresh corpse of a large grassbear but half of it has been eaten in what may have been a single bite. There will also be marks to indicate huge fangs.
Naiya – you will web into the center more than the others and come face to face with a huge black shadow/cloud that moves/shifts and seems to fill the middle of the crater. This will feel like you're staring at your worst nightmare wrapped up in the apocalypse.
All – the longer you work, the more unsettled you will become. Feel free to take a decent amount of time to web (bells, even). After this round of posting, there will only be one MAYBE two more.

by **Khida** on April 18th, 2017, 2:27 pm

Their wife appeared beside Khida, both summons and concern in the way she spoke the Kelvic's name. Khida looked to her, then past her, seeking anything behind -- a creature, perhaps, or any visage that might stand out amidst the death and desecration. To her eyes, to the mind behind them wholly lacking in experience of such events, nothing she could see seemed to stand out in such a way. It was all... sickening, while also chilling her to the bone with apprehension of the cause behind it all. Whatever that might be.

Beckoned forward, Khida followed their wife through several little blips of Web-motion, flickering from one place to the next until at last they stopped... somewhere not all that different superficially from the rest of the crater. It took a beat for the Kelvic to realize the focus of her companions' interest -- a swathe of disturbed earth, larger than any track of trail of her experience. It reminded her, somewhat, of how certain landscapes looked after the Drykas' collection of herdbeasts had passed through... though that had no likely bearing on this mark and this circumstance.

The odd-eyed man spoke up then, drawing them all from further contemplation of local features. He talked of urgency, of damage, of viewing things and people... and then continued with more words beyond the limits of the Kelvic's vocabulary. She caught only something like learn, and the sign for glassbeak, before he flickered off somewhere else.

Not far. Reflexively, Khida followed. The man proceeded to bring forth more of that tangible non-light, this time speaking as he shaped it into threads and spheres. Something about being, about too much, about... pain? Really, it was quite difficult for her to extract meaning from his words and follow his actions at the same time, the man's hands all but flying through his work with the ease of long practice. In short order, his creation became something the Kelvic couldn't even begin to decipher a basic understanding from; it tangled and interwove and branched all manner of ways, and if there remained either start or end, she failed to determine either. Never mind the purpose it was supposed to serve.

Still, though his creation was strange and incomprehensible to her, Khida obediently stepped forward when the man directed her to, touching her fingers to the thick line he had indicated. As with the previous one, the thread of non-light seemed to hum with an energy and perhaps even life of its own, albeit at far lesser intensity. Perhaps because it was new, and small by comparison?

He started talking again, something about going out in their respective directions and... more. More line, she thought, like a rope cast down a cliffside or out into the depths of a lake; something to tether them. To bring them back, or to bring the others out, as it was the line that allowed their blinking travel. That made sense to her, even if it was a rope they had to make on-site instead of bring.

She still didn't understand how to make it, but he seemed to expect it would be easy. She'd just have to keep trying.

Before Khida might turn herself to that practice, however, the man continued to speak -- and the thread she was holding changed. It took on a hint of pressure, an expectance she found somewhat reminiscent of the half-light before dawn -- quiet, benevolent, and inevitable. Curious, Khida turned her attention to the thread... and found the man's voice resonating in her ears, only he hadn't spoken. Words that apparently had hung in the thread the way they might be carried on currents of air, only delivered with direction and intent.

That was... well, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Interesting and peculiar and somewhat unnerving for being so far outside Khida's prior experiences.

Khida put the curiosity aside for now, as the others began attending to their respective tasks. She looked down towards the line still humming in her hand. She tried to will the line to grow, to elongate, to stretch longer so that she might foray outwards and discover... whatever it was that needed discovering here. ...Nothing changed. The Kelvic couldn't even claim to be particularly surprised by that outcome, and mentally regrouped to attempt another tack. It didn't grow... because it had been made, and made things did not grow. They were... built. From something. But she had nothing to build with.

Neither had the odd-eyed man, when he made it in the first place. Nothing...

The moment he had passed his hands one through the other flashed through Khida's mind; she had not quite registered it originally, in the intensity of her effort to comprehend strange words and concepts, but it took on a whole new order of significance now. She contemplated her own hands more closely. Not made of flesh nor blood nor bone, their presences in this otherworld, but... perhaps even the same non-light as the lines.

Was she really supposed to extend the thread by weaving it out of her own self? That was... a daunting prospect. Unsettling. Would she herself waste away as more was woven into the line? Could it cause damage, in the way of losing parts from one's actual physical self?

Khida glanced back to see the man still walking, his profile receding towards the distance as he built out his line. He didn't seem to be coming to any harm, and that was after he'd built the thread-knot-structure to begin with. So perhaps she didn't need to be too worried. Just careful, and attentive as she went.

...She took a long moment, too, to regard their wife, wondering if the Drykas woman held concerns towards this strange otherworld and its workings. If she understood them any better. Khida did not particularly want to leave Naiya alone while they each fumbled through their new magic... but they had been given tasks, and those tasks did not intertwine, nor even run in parallel. Khida breathed a quiet, discontented sigh, and never mind that breathing wasn't strictly necessary here. Then she turned her attention back to the thread she held, and attempted again to continue with her assignment.

She thought of blood. Envisioned it, or its immaterial cousin, trickling forth from the substance of her hand to pool where the humming line crossed her palm. Willed it to feed the line, to be absorbed as cloth or feathers or fur might absorb the real liquid -- not that those things fed as such, but the Kelvic had no better metaphor for joining liquid into substance, and metaphors were the sole available bridge by which she could even approach comprehension of the magic's workings.

Now the thread grew, building itself outward handspan by handspan as it took in the material she provided. And now she could walk, pacing beside the gradually extending line. It took little thought to keep the cord going, once she had the mental framework in place; Khida turned most of her attention outwards, studying the grotesque environment around her, alert for potential dangers... such of them as she might identify, anyway. What might stalk the threads of this otherworld, Khida wasn't sure she could even begin to imagine.

That thought only added to the way her skin prickled, the ever-growing feeling that something was bound to jump out from amongst the death surrounding them.

She had been sent towards one of the pillars of stacked bones, which to her looked like nothing so much as a grisly nest writ large and wrong; some birds wove remarkable creations in shapes the falcon Kelvic found just as bizarre in architecture as this great column. This just took ugly to a whole other level, one that disturbed even the predator at her heart. She understood killing to eat; even killing to promote one's own safety and security. But this... this had just been massive slaughter, devastating all the beasts of the wilds, and for what? For bones to build with?

Drawing nearer to the oversized structure, Khida was reminded of nothing so much as the towers she had seen in Riverfall. Shrines. Things people made for the regard of the gods.

She hoped there wasn't a person hidden on the other side of that pillar. Beasts, she understood in principle. They were generally simple, driven by simple needs. People... could do anything, for the most incomprehensible of reasons.

Khida gave the bone pillar a wide berth, which had the positive side-effect of keeping her lines of view wide. And on the other side, she saw... nothing living, which realization came as a short-lived but considerable relief. No boggles waited in ambush here. Just... something odd...

...what was that, anyway?

Something lay in a heap on the ground, too amorphous by far to be a carcass, or even part of one. It had the wrong color for skinned hide, and... she wasn't sure anything but an olidosapux got that large. Maybe an ixam? Yes, Khida thought as she got closer, the stuff looked reptilian. Somewhat like shed snakeskin. But no reptile of her experience had scales quite so large...

...and if it were shed skin, might the creature that had shed it still be nearby?

If that were so, Khida did not want to be standing here on the ground. She wanted up, the mobility and security provided by altitude. That she could travel even faster along the Web -- that the line in her hand offered more security still -- was too novel a revelation to yet contest with the experiences of the rest of her life. She reached for her other form, flickered from human to falcon in that strange not-shift, and surged upwards despite the fact that her wings never quite seemed to catch on the air in the way she subliminally expected.

The line she had gone through so much trouble to create, Khida left abandoned on the ground while she banked through a wide arc, seeking any signs that the skin's original owner might yet be in her vicinity.

Khida space Common | Pavi
other space Common | Pavi

by **Merevaika** on April 27th, 2017, 9:24 pm

Merevaika

Her movements were followed by Azmere, who interposed himself between her and the bones, that fascinated her so much. Her mood visibly flickered to annoyance, recognising his as a warning not to test him. It was a challenge, to him, of course it was a challenge. She wanted more than anything to step out there and then, and to go around him to those bones. But he was the one who had taught her, who had brought her here. It was like a foal who only just got up on four legs fighting a stallion.
The same foal could run in a few days. There wasn't long to wait but for now, she would play along with his game.

Then there was a call from Naiya, asking them to come. Khida to come, at the very least, but Azmere gave her a nod to come along with him to check whatever her discover was out. The Drykas followed swiftly, eyes flaming with fascination at whatever could be more interesting than the column of bones. They widened slightly at the sight, although not too much, having seen enough to surprise her before that these marks were only unexpected. What was that, that had been pulled across the ground? There was nothing she could picture that was big enough. She didn't want to picture any bigger, either.

Then her attention shifted to the scarred man, waiting for Azmere to give them their instructions. As he explained, she tried to understand his words, djed, whatever that was - magic, she guessed from the context - but it was deeper than that. He spoke about overgiving and being part of the web and all these things she didn't understand. There was far too much. Magic was hard. And this was nothing like the magic of trails - this magic was complex, something developed by the Drykas for hundreds of years, that had rules and restrictions and something there. Her magic had none of that. It was fresh and not knowing didn't restrict her but left all the paths open.

But there was a strand of web made for her, even with her confusion, and she stepped forward, copying Azmere in the way grabbed one. There was something beautifully powerful, there in her hands, and she inhaled deeply at the feeling, ready to at least try and do what she was here to do.

Laying the web. Holding onto the strand. What would happen if she let go? For some reason, she didn't want to try. There was a chill up her spine as she stood there, waiting to start, to find this djed within her and add it to her strand. Despite her rebellious nature, this was something far greater than that. There was danger here and she could feel it. From the bones to the marks to Azmere and the way he moved, the way he spoke...

There was a throb in the web, and she realised that her focus was gone from the others, and she zoned back towards them, feeling the message echo through her where her fingers pressed against the glowing strand. Words... his words, she could recognise his voice anywhere... but unspoken, flying through her mind. How? Somehow, he had, and she wanted to try too. She wanted to do it all, to feel the web within her, to run, to ride, to pull at the strands and make her own web...

But she had a task to do, and she gripped the light to anchor herself before she found herself lost. She didn't know what to do, or what she wanted to do, more exactly. The others lost themselves to their work, but she wanted to let go off this restriction while learning from it at the same time. There was something calling her, asking for all of her magic to wind itself into the web and make themselves one deeper than they were already.

So she listened to that calling, because it called the strongest.

Where was this, this djed, inside her? She pressed hard inside her, levelling herself with deep breaths and trying to find the inner core where it would be located. Her heart, perhaps, thundering inside her chest as her hooves - no, Venthris' hooves had done - her head, for magic and the mind seemed to slot into each other? No, that wasn't where she found it. When she saw the glowing lines, the other ones, her ones, she used the magic in her eyes. Magic she pulled from every thread of her body, no store or centre, only everywhere.

She picked at herself, finding it inside her, or at least, finding the life that she knew was there. Then she found where her palms met the glowing lines, and pushed, forcing herself to put everything there, and wait for the web to grow, like it did for Azmere, like it would do to the others.

There was a bulge, then she pulled back, stretching, and the web slipped through her fingers, tightening as she stepped back and growing longer as she did. Merevaika inhaled sharply, unsure whether anything had just happened or whether it was all her mind, playing tricks on her expectant feelings. But she tried again, feeling for the magic inside her and stepping back, and sure enough, there seemed to be more there, more of the strange glowing lines and she found herself drifting back more visibly.

She was doing it? Somehow, she was doing it, and she focused on stretching out, ready to search for whatever it was they were looking for. She approached the bones, cursing Dira silently as she did for the sake of it, secretly, fascinated by the amount of death and its source. It had to be a god who did this. She couldn't think of anything else that was powerful enough to create such destruction.

Approaching the column both hesitantly and urgently, the woman stepped quickly and carefully through the scattered remains, stopping only occasionally to catch her breath and focus her mind on the magic again. She pulled closer to it, unlike the Kelvic who she noticed pulled away, and one hand fell off the strand of web, reaching out towards the bones...

No. She grabbed back on quickly, somehow reassured by the presence of the web in her hands, and reminded herself that there were things out here. Things to be discovered, and with the goal in mind, she continued, winding her way out. There was a prickle as she moved - as if something large, dark and menacing had pushed past her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was danger around. Letting go of this strand that kept her safe wasn't happening anytime soon. Not until she knew what it was. Not until she understood, even the tiniest bit about it.

What was that? Her eyes snagged on something to the side of her, larger than any of the other bones and bodies she had learnt to ignore. Shifting her hold on the string of light, she took a step in the direction, watching the shape distort and taking form. Was that... No, it couldn't be. The woman squinted her eyes as she stepped forward, before feeling the tug of the web and realising that she had stopped thinking about keeping the web long. She let go off it and stepped forward, not wanting to be held back, but then the tremor of Azmere's message lingered in her mind, and she realised why she needed it. Not to hold herself back, but to link herself to the others. Because if there was something out there - and there had to be - she wouldn't be alone.

Finding the strand again, she felt the magic inside her shift more naturally at the touch, and she helped guide it, letting it shape towards the strand and flow out, like a waterfall into a stream. It rushed out quicker, and her steps were faster, in a rush to find out and to get out if it was something she didn't want to see.

It wasn't something she wanted to see. As soon as the shape became clear, she shook her head, unable to comprehend it. A grassbear - it had to be a grassbear, despite its mangled corpse, she could recognise that coat, that size. It was huge, almost twice as tall as her, but had been reduced to nothing, the woman gulping deeply to stop herself thinking. Thinking about what had happened. About what could have done that to it.

She shifted closer, taking a deeper look at the body. There was blood, streaking across the orange fur as if the red was there to replace the black. It had dried, just enough to make it clear it wasn't the freshest, but the rest of the animal was in good condition. No rotting, nowhere where it had been eaten away or Caiyha or Semele had claimed its body back. She could sense the life that was still draining from it, still clinging to the air around it in a hope to stay there. Fresh enough to show that whatever had killed it, it was still close enough to find her too.

Crouching, the woman couldn't help look further, moving to the cause of death. It wasn't a small bite, several claws, anything that would have shown a normal, natural death in the Sea of Grass. Instead, its back two legs were completely missing, as was the rest of the lower half. A bite - a massive chunk simply torn out of this humongous creature. One hand clinging to the web, she pushed the other out towards the bite marks. They weren't clear - the flesh had been torn as it was pulled from the creature, so helpless and small - but they were there, the imprints of fangs against flesh. Her hand was the same size as one, almost.

Snatching out towards the web again, she felt the strand in both hands, pulling her lips towards the glowing line like she had seen Azmere do. Keeping the rush of magic coming out, no matter how weak it made her feel, she imbued it with the words on the tip of her tongue. "There's something out there. Big. Near."

If only she had her bow. If only she had a dagger, a scimitar, a spear - any sort of weapon. Suddenly, she felt defenceless. Suddenly, she felt scared. But it wasn't sudden at all. The unsettledness had simply grown, and she could feel danger all around her, eyes flashing wildly around for anything. She could fly through this web, she had to remember. She could fly away and she was safe, too.

Why didn't she feel it?

"Pavi"
Grassland sign
"Common"

by **Rufio** on October 25th, 2017, 5:16 pm

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I was absolutely pulled into this story by the way you all painted the picture of the web—it made me want to go there!—and the macabre scene at Stardown Crater gave me chills just reading.

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