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Yemhelch and Yemhelch now stood side by side at the very edge of the abyss that carved deep into the earth, otherworldly colors dancing as the sun's rays hit the seething, unending darkness below - a spectacular display of light and shadow in balance.

"Simply put, our arrival into this world caused... unforeseen consequences, for you. We were going to carve a path out of here and into the stars." He smiled. "But now, you won't let me do that, right?"

"No."

"That's why I asked you to gather these artifacts. Using the power of the six artifacts, we can repair the damage our bodies suffered in our eternities-long exodus from existence, then escape into the stars without tearing this entire star system apart." With a spectacular flourish, he wielded the Scepter of Selk and raised it into the air. Within moments, he saw what it was being used for - the scars upon the fabric of reality being healed and the dead trees and flora surrounding the Abyss slowly returning to life.

"Six? But when I held this artifact, I sensed only five of its kind."

"The last one is hidden even from my sight - unless I learn more of this world, it will remain that way. But, even now - I feel that these artifacts are mere embers compared to the absolute power of the Last One."

"Surely you don't mean..."

"Yes. Surely, it must be a God of some sort. I believe you've already met the lowest-rung rabble?"

"Don't remind me." Yemhelch sighed at the memory of his ignominious defeat.

"So, rest up. Once you're all fixed up, you can start scouting out the Church of Lumbra."

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two - punctuated with the crackle of the whitish-blue healing flames that now poured out from the Scepter as it continued to heal the breaks in the weave of reality. The quiet was broken when a raven with three legs and three crimson eyes fluttered out of the gloom and landed in a heap before them.

"What news do you bring, little one?"

To this, the raven quickly got back up and began to caw softly. A strange, croaking tune that was nearly buried under the roar of the flames that scoured the edge of the abyss.

"Baphomatt's been spotted in a city named... City Den... He's been following your friend Mikkael. He thinks that the necromancer may use... this part's garbled... 'events of Area?'... as a trap to exact his vengeance on Mikkael."

"I've read about it. An Arena in Cita Den. They hold formalized duels there." Yemhelch explained "Then, I can't stay here. I need to wake up right away."

"Well then... I guess the church scouting can wait. I have a new job for you." the thin man in the business suit sighed as he waved out the flames and handed the Scepter of Selk over. "Go to Cita Den, and make eye contact with the necromancer. He'll know exactly what he's looking at when he does."

"What? Why not fight? I owe him several throat punches."

"You're still a mess after that stunt you pulled. You're in no condition to fight right now. See, he saw me once already. And now he's aware. Scratch away the walls of sanity he's built to safeguard his mind slowly. This is what you want as well, isn't it? We both know he's been coordinating with the Church - and what better way to get the inside scoop on the church than to completely turn one of their top dogs?"

"So... how do I get back?"

"There's the exit." he pointed to the Abyss. "Go ahead and jump."

"Really. This is one hell of an exit."

Shaking his head, he took a few steps back, tensed up and went with a running start and leaped off the precipice and into the inky darkness of the Abyss.

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This hurt. But it wasn't the searing pain he had felt when his flesh and bones were forcibly melted and regrown. This time it was a dull ache that had settled on his body and refused to budge. With some effort, he opened his eyes and looked up.

"An unfamiliar ceiling..." he mumbled.

Movement, just outside his peripheral vision. The gunk in his eyes made it hard to focus, but he recognized her regardless. Philena had run over to the side of the bed and now was waving her finned hand across his eyes to make sure he was awake.

"...Sorry." Yemhelch sighed again. "Y-yeah, I'm good." With that, he tried to get up - only for the ache in his arms to turn into a spike of agony. "O-off!"

"Ah, wait!" Philena yelled, too late - and Yemhelch quickly laid back down.

"Your arms... when we bought you in, the doctor said you had torn out every tendon in them." she explained, then her voice dropped to a whisper. "W-what happened to you? It was unlike anything I ever saw..."

"You saw...?"

She nodded.

"Whatever it was, it consumed the Scepter of Selk..." she continued. "But... I haven't told anyone. If you had reason to hide what it was... I figure it must be really important for you. I trust you - as a friend."

"Thank you."

Yemhelch rested back after a fruitless visual search of his surroundings for the Scepter. "Where's Mikkael?"

Philena looked downcast. "Cita Den... he said something about a challenge..."

"He's in danger."

"..."

"What, no counterargument?"

"... I feel the same."

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Yemhelch and Philena, followed by Ivor returned to the clan house - several repair crews were already working on repairing the destroyed front and the second floor. The Church has denied that it was their doing, but several witnesses had come forward to testify against them. After much grumbling, they had paid some amount of money to repair the damages. It was better than to be outed as a militant organization that used arson on civilian homes.

"Those paladins..." Yemhelch recalled. "They were looking for Mikkael and another 'heretic' - no doubt it was Karliah."

"We couldn't find her anywhere, mang." Ivor scratched his head. "Our streetears didn't see her get escorted off either, so I figure she saw the fightan' and jiggied out."

"Allright, then please oversee the reconstruction work and keep an eye out for Karliah."

"No problem." Ivor replied. "Oh, right. Here's that thingy ya wanted." With that, he picked out a masterfully crafted tanto from his bag and handed it over to Yemhelch.

"I was feeling naked without this. Thanks, Ivor." Yemhelch took the tanto and slipped it on his arm-cast. The medicated casts had done an amazing job and now he could use his hands a little - it was the elbows and wrists that gave him the most trouble.

They headed out to the gates, and a young girl with a helmet crafted entirely of bone waved them over.

-

Karliah hid her face between her knees and fought the urge to retch. She had run like a dirty coward when her former opponent stood against the headhunters sent by the Church. Now the situation was reversed and her former comrades in the fight against degeneracy was hunting her down because she had failed them. She remembered the times when her group would weed out sin and now she felt sick to her stomach.

"The byword of the Paladin is to protect the meek and humble from the hands of injustice - even at the cost of your life."

She had been watching when Yemhelch fought the group unarmed and unshielded - only running when she could no longer bear to watch as the boots of her former friends grounded the life of the man who had stood against the Church for the first time she could ever recall. The church could do anything and no one could say anything otherwise - she had enjoyed the impunity. Now the same Church wanted her head and the only person who stood in defense of her was her sworn rival... and he could very well be dead by now.

She remembered her last word to him and shuddered at her own arrogance.

"Whatever."

She hugged her legs to her face, no longer bound by any kind of armor. She had abandoned her armor and sword in an alleyway - and now, dressed in a used shirt and pants, she stewed in her own shame.

"Stupid old geezer... how dare you die... before I could defeat you..."

The sound of the clinking of glass roused her, and she looked around - a drunken old man sitting next to her belched and left a bottle of crudely brewed ale next to her.

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Post Re: Chronicles of Jungalore Main RP Thread
In New Meridia, Master Altans stood at the gates of the palace, with an entire troop of Meridian Guardsmen ready to storm the underwater castle. The warriors and knights were in a rabble, and delivered shouts of war against the mages who had set up a hasty defense on the exterior.

"Altans, need we fight him? We know how powerful he is, we could simply leave this city, create an allegiance with the Avalonian and Selkie people..." Mistress Alta-ira questioned, but the red meridian smiled and gave the command.

"FORWARD! SHOW THEM THAT MERIDIA BELONGS TO THE TALTANIS CLAN!"



"They're causing quite a ruckus..." Mikkael's father stated as he sat in the throne, "Are you close to finishing?"

"Soon, master, soon."

"I want the chalice. Now. Once we have it, no one will be able to stand in the way of our undersea paradise. Jungalore will be in the hands of its rightful people."

"Of course, master, when the chalice is yours, we will reign supreme, and the humans will be sent to the Yuunlands."

The meridian laughed, "So you believe in such fairy tales? Well, no matter... Soon after their demise, there won't even be a dragon upon this world, nor will there be any under the waves. We shall transcend this way of life, and become far greater than they."

"Yes, master, we will be the greatest..."

"Quiet, just keep focused, we need to get the chalice."

"Right, master..."

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The Paragon stepped through the doors, with Umbraria leading him, he walked the black halls of her central castle in the Shadow Realm.

"I never thought I'd return, honestly."

"I am glad you did, Elsai'el... You have no idea how long I have waited."

"Well, it was imperative that I did. After all, I need to keep all six away from everyone. No one should have this one, and in the wrong hands, everything will end terribly..."

Umbraria smiled, "Worry not, it is hidden safely in the deepest parts of this realm. While I do wish we could finally catch up, I know full well that you have your duties to fulfill. So I will lead you to it."

"Thank you, Umbraria, I just hope he knows how foolish it would be to try and destroy these things. I should have never stolen the artifacts from the Yuunlands, the keys of heaven should have stayed locked away, far from the reach of mere mortals like them..."

"Well, rest assured, everything will be fine now..." The dark goddess stated, "When we arrive, you may take it back, I have no further need of it."

"Thank you." Elsai'el responded, his red spear in his hands.


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Post Re: Chronicles of Jungalore Main RP Thread
Natsuki woke up to alarmed shouts - followed by the Magus Guild bells of the Church hammering three rapid-paced tolls before three paces of silence, then repeating again. Everyone, down to the basic initiates had been drilled to know what that meant since day one.

"Trouble."

Getting dressed quickly, she joined her comrades who were now preparing wards and spell foci as they jogged down the dorms and into the main hallway where meetings were held. Silence descended unto the hall as the Dean, followed by a harried guild's forward operations commander came up to the podium.

"We have no time for pleasantries..." the Dean started, his voice still shaking from what he had seen. "But there is a situation unfolding that all of you must all take part to prevent."

"As you know, we have been conducting research into the nature of the strange beasts that have started appearing in the area south of Frenga Farms along with the Cyndar Knights." he continued after waving his hands for silence. "We have acquired some of the non-aggressive creatures for research. However, sometime last night, it seems that every last one has managed to escape from the terrariums."

At this, the hall was drowned by conversation. Once more, the Dean indicated silence and continued.

"No, none of the terrariums in the Guild had been damaged or tampered with, ruling out human hand. However, the safety of Cyndar is in question now that these creatures may have escaped by means of magic. We've already relayed the information to the Cyndar Knights who are helping maintain the border at Frenga - therefore, it falls to us to ensure that Cyndar remains safe. Make whatever preparations that need doing, then meet with the Seers out front. This will be your quest of the day. Dismissed."

The atmosphere of the room was tense - those creatures already had given them a bad feeling. Now they had to hunt them down in Cyndar. Natsuki purchased some drinks from the Guild cafeteria before heading out into the morning sun, joining a group of her classmates as they set out into the city.

"Its like that time in Frenga..." Natsuki quietly thought to herself. "First, all the creatures disappeared from the forest... now, the creatures we kept in confinement vanished, just like that."

Deep in thought, she bumped into the seer walking in front of her, and with a gasp, she stepped back with an apology. However, the seer didn't reply.

"Do you see that?" he gasped.

... silence. None of the group had the power of foresight or magical vision that a Seer could posses.

"Nothing. Look at it. Nothing."

"Surely, they must've left a trail behind... aren't you guys trained to spot this sort of thing?" a burly northerner started, shocked at this declaration.

"That's just it. I see no trails whatsoever." the seer mumbled back.

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Post Re: Chronicles of Jungalore Main RP Thread
"Big B. sent for me me!" the girl proudly fistbumped her petite chest - protected by a plate of solid-looking armor crafted entirely of fire-bent bone. "I'm the best tamer there is in this side of the world, I swear on me mum! Now, all I need is that caravan..."

"Caravan?" Yemhelch asked her. "Why a caravan?"

"To carry the offering for, ya doof!" she replied, rolling her eyes. "How else are we gonna get the big critter's attention?"

Of course, there was no caravan. "Well, this is a stinker, huh? Look, the two of you... could you check the other two gates and if yous find a caravan with a big-tastic slab of raw meat on top, tell them I said "SOUTH GATE!"?"

Philena and Yemhelch nodded and returned to the city. Yemhelch went for the East gate, while Philena ran off towards the west gate. Time not on their side right now.

Walking into the old slums of the east boundary of Selk, he decided to take a shortcut through the alleyways.

-

Karliah sat in the alleyway - the darkness now her perfect refuge from the light - and her pursuers. Thirst had overcome her at last, and she had taken a swig from the bottle of ale that man had left for her. With the alcohol streaming through her blood, her inhibitions dropped and she found herself giggling weakly at the irony of her situation.

Once, she was the feared Prosecutor of an inquisition squad, purging sin and evil from the world - now, here she was - in her underclothes, drunk like a harlot after a rough night, in a dark alleyway. Too drunk to move, too afraid of her nudity to walk away from the dark alley, and too weak to put up a fight if the inquisition's headhunters found her. She took another swig, and relished in the sensation of her old worries dropping away from her like the leaves of a tree facing the winter.

She was about to laugh when she heard footsteps. Her blood turned to ice as she tried to stand up - only for the floor to rock away from her, sending her into a pile of garbage from a nearby leather-working store. Maybe getting drunk wasn't such a good idea. She tried to crawl out of it, only for her to come face to face with whoever had powerwalked into the alleyway.

"Y-you...!" Karliah gasped. "I thought... they killed you..."

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Post Re: Chronicles of Jungalore Main RP Thread
She sighed as the mission was changed - no trace whatsoever of the strange creatures seething with otherworldly power anywhere. In the end, they had ended up turning the patrol into a guild-paid educational trip to the fields to practice magic. If the townspeople learned that there were alien creatures loose in the vicinity of the city, there could be a mass panic.

"I hope you've been practicing your magic casting and alchemy skills - because you'll be needing both handy to finish this quest." one of the teachers - a grandmotherly woman in verdant green robes smiled at her students. "We will split into two groups - one working on alchemy and the other on spellcasting."

Natsuki raised her hand when volunteers were called for the spellcaster's group and walked over. She had practiced sufficiently with fire, ice and wind types of spells. With the groups decided, the teacher began to read out the mission objectives.

It was a nice exercise, yes - but the goal of this little training expedition was to actually look for the creatures outside of the walls of Cyndar. Out here, as well as the magisters left within the walls of the city - they would find whatever they were seeking.

She closed her eyes and focused on the paper targets that the teachers' assistant team had set up.

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The smell of cheap ale hung in the air - a half-empty bottle on the ground the source of the smell. But even though her face was no longer framed by a silver-sheen steel helmet, she was easy to recognize. She continued to struggle to get out, before belching.

"Karliah?" Yemhelch exclaimed as he knelt by her side and pulled her out of the detritus. "What happened to you? Did you esca-"

He was interrupted as she pushed away from him, covering her body with her hands. "You're supposed to be dead! I saw you... I saw what the Inquisition's Headhunters did to you..." she gasped. "Why... are you still alive?"

"I... I guess I managed to defeat them." Yemhelch grinned nervously. After a bit of silence, he let his grin drop and began to question her. "Listen, Karliah. My friend, Mikkael - he may be in grave danger, and I'm going in blind to what might be a trap they set up. So, right now - I need to know why the inquisition is hunting him - secondly, who are these people and why have they put a bounty on your head?"

"No... if I told you, they'll kill me..."

"They already want your head on a pike for some reason." Yemhelch interjected. "Listen. I might be crossing blades with that necromancer we met in Vel Da Ir - so I need all the help I can get. I want to trust you. So please, tell me what you know of this Inquisition - and why they'd work with a necromancer to the point they'd murder innocent people and have you take the fall for it."

"Who are you..." Karliah managed to reply - the alcohol in her bloodstream weakening her resolve. "You who've dared to stand up against the Necromancers and the Order of Lumbra..."

"Tell me the truth about 'them'." Yemhelch asked again. "Please. I need your help."

Karliah bowed her head in shame as she considered an answer.

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The seven trumpets sounded as Mikkael stood in a ring of sand and blood, with Baphomet wounded, and yet his smile never wavered. He could only look on as the man, who fought as neither mortal nor demon, would raise darkness with a swift motion of the hand. Mikkael continued to press on nonetheless, and before he knew it...

CHING!

The visor flew off of Mikkael's face.

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"Few have been shown these doors, Elsai'el." Umbraria noted as each seal came undone at her hand.

"Well, I must make haste, I feel as though something terrible is about to happen."

The black doors slowly creaked open as the torches began to come to light.

"Well, the sixth artifact, as you can see is..."

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"HERE! I KNEW IT WAS HERE!"

The father of Mikkael cheered as he moved to touch the chalice. Glowing and shimmering with gold, it stood pouring an endless pool of water beneath the throne of the Meridians, far underneath the Remnvald Keep they stood, and the master held it in his hands.

"NOW! GREAT CHALICE! BRING FORTH A GREAT FLOOD! PURGE THIS WORLD OF ITS PEOPLE! GIVE JUNGALORE... TO ME!"

That was when everything went horribly wrong...

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Excalibur glowed in Eiryk's hands. He had not made it passed the North Corisca bridge, and he found himself surrounded once more by the holy order.

"Eiryk, don't do this, you barely know how to use a sword, and you are throwing your life away."

"Yet what is the point!?" Eiryk shouted, "WHY!? Tell me why you seek Karliah so damn badly!"

"... Eiryk, I am sorry, but there are things you may never understand..."

"NO! You don't get it! She never was working with the necromancers! She was trying to-"

"Abolish the sin... Yes." The captain stated, "Eiryk. Do not do this. Lumbra will have mercy on thee if you simply share the knowledge of her whereabouts."

Suddenly a blinding flash was released by the sword in Eiryk's hands, and the blade went silent.

"Ex... calibur? What was that!?"

Yet the blade did not respond. It grew dim in his hands as the paladins stood up and looked to the skies. Following their gaze, Eiryk saw it, the lake at the center of the Vel Da Ir Island collapsed as a great dragon rose out of it. The skies turned red as it soared into the sky.

"By Lumbra... What is that thing!?"

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"GONE!?"

Umbraria frantically looked around the room. The chains around some missing object has been broken, and the Paragon worriedly looked with her. The final artifact, possibly the most dangerous one was not where it should have been. Then, as if by chance, a rumble was felt through the shadow realm, before a being of light crashed through the roof of the chamber. Six wings adorned its back, and seven halos crowned its head. It looked at the two beings in the chamber without eyes, and without a mouth, it voiced the words.

"The circumstances have changed."

Umbraria and Elsai'el could do nothing but stare, as before their very eyes, Lumbra had made himself present, he was...

Awakened...

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Mikkael gripped at his chest before collapsing. Baphomatt smiled as he looked towards the red skies.

"Surprised? It's too bad you weren't blessed by the shadows as I have been."

His arms and body were now adorned with names, names of those written in a book he had presented earlier. Among the names, Mikkael's stood out along his wrist.

"A face and a name, it's all I need, and since obtaining this book, I have finally found my own purpose in life. The purpose I was nearly denied thanks to you, mortal..."

Baphomatt spread his wings and turned to Hiroko.

"Thanks kid, without failing the trial, I wouldn't have been able to realize the true nature of myself as the Manorach El."

"Baphomatt... You will not get away...!"

"And you'll stop me? Child, I am beyond even the gods now... Someone as insignificant as you will never be able to stop one such as I... Farewell."

In an instant, and before Hiroko could do anything, Baphomatt had disappeared, to his draconic body now awaiting him. She immediately turned to Mikkael, who was laying in the sand. His blood now drained from his body, and his pulse now gone. After all he had done, Mikkael never expected to fall like this.

In his last moments, he only had one thought on his mind, "Philena... I've failed..."

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Karliah had chosen to talk - and talk she did. Hesitantly at first, but for the first time in her life she found herself divulging all the dark secrets she had been raised with. She held back a little - managing to divert his most deeply probing questions - especially about Baphomatt. In her condition, she was unable to lie so effectively, and it showed.

He must have noticed her flubs, because she found herself falling - her meager clothing falling apart and trapped in a torrential river of thoughts as she found herself facing the same voice that she had remembered hearing question Hiroko in the holding cell - she remembered the cold, sharp voice that made every fiber of her being bristle in adrenaline-induced tremors. Perhaps it was fear - or the alcohol addling her brain, but she felt her thoughts being rifled with, read like an open book and she could not even groan in resistance. As she felt herself being sucked into oblivion - the feeling of vertigo and drunkenness also started seeping away from her. Suddenly, the sensation stopped and she found herself stumbling away from him.

"Who are you..." she gasped.

"Help me save my friend and I'll come clean." he promised, as he held out his hand. "Now, lets go get you some armor and gear. You're clearly uncomfortable in your clothes."

After a moment, she nodded and took his hand.

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He had spent about 10,000 Legens to buy Karliah a fitted breastplate and a new warhammer. She still seemed uncomfortable due to the sideboobs that showed itself whenever she raised her arms high - but she gritted her teeth and bore with it. Better this cheap set of armor than to wander around town looking like a hooker, she had decided. Using the change, he had bought a large, toughened leather sheet with four cords affixed at the corners. Karliah and the shopkeeper stared at him when he made the request - but with a bag of legens, the 'bird trap' was quickly assembled and stuffed into a small backpack.

"What was that for?"

"Just in case."

With no luck finding the caravan at the East Gate, Yemhelch and Karliah returned to the south gate and spotted Philena with the missing caravan talking to the monster tamer. The small girl had just gotten an ocarina out - again made of beast bone and the group traveled south into the desert. "Beast summonin' dis close to town makes folks more nervous den a demon in a Lumbra Church meet." she had explained.

Once they were sufficiently far from the city gates, she ordered the wagon to dump the contents on the hot sands of the desert and clear off. The caravaneers, after taking a bag of legens for their trouble, quickly turned the mules around and rode off into the dunes. With a short stick, the girl began to draw some concentric circles in the sand and once she was done, she skipped over to the pile of meat and ordered everyone to stay in 'da protection circles'.

An odd ritual, but Yemhelch was curious to see what would come out. Surely, the banquet of raw meat, made of cattle and other, unrecognizable bits and pieces had already gathered the attention of several vultures who now circled overhead.

With the preparations done, the girl began to play a soft tune on the very edge of their hearing. Philena, on the other hand, seemed to find the song immensely beautiful as she smiled and clapped softly. As the final note vanished into the winds, the ground quivered as a nearby dune split apart to reveal a behemoth moving through the sands as effortlessly as a shark would through water. Yemhelch managed to stifle a cry of surprise as the massive worm broke through the surface and began to chow down on the offering with gusto.

New monster discovered: Landwyrm.
Monster description: A 40 meter-long worm that dwells mostly under the earth aside from breeding season. It is carnivorous and yet, completely blind. Uses sound, vibration and smell in lieu of sight to find its prey. These creatures are domesticated by a small group of monster tamers. Leaves humans alone because the small size of a human simply is unsatisfactory for its ravenous appetite.

"Now, fellas! Climb aboard!" the young girl shouted.

What.

As the girl climbed aboard, finding a saddle someone had attached to the creature, Yemhelch, Philena and Karliah gingerly followed suit. Getting out a pair of hooked pokers, she used them like a pair of reins to guide the beast once it was finished with the meal. "I thought Cita Den was across the sea?!" Yemhelch yelled as the creature picked up its pace, surfing through the sands faster than any carriage could.

"I know that, ya dumb bloke!" the girl replied as she clung onto the reins for dear life as the wyrm gained speed. "That's why I summoned this critter!"

"What?"

"I know what I'm doing!" she replied as she struggled to keep steady on the wyrm's back - now more like a speeding monorail than a worm. Up ahead, the ocean began to emerge.

"Are we gonna go through the sea?!" Philena gasped.

"No! We're going over them!" the girl shouted back as she pulled back on the reins. With a sudden lurch, the Landwyrm reared out of the sand - revealing six finned wings as the transition from land to air took place. In seconds, they were rapidly gaining altitude with each powerful flap of the leathery wings, leaving behind the Selk region on the horizon!

"I didn't know about this!" Yemhelch laughed - the situation getting into his head.

"That's why Big B. hired me!" she shouted back. "I'm da best bloke around for dis sorta thing!"

Behind them, Philena and Karliah held onto each other for dear life.

"To Cita Den, double quick!"

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As they flew over the skies of Cita Den, Yemhelch noticed how reddish the sky was getting. "Perhaps, industrial pollution?"

"I had heard rumors on how they had entered a sort of industrial revolution after making a deal with some demons, yes..." Karliah muttered.

"When are we landing?"

"It'll take a bit of time, ya sputz!"

"That's something I don't have." Yemhelch sighed. "Listen, the three of you. Land somewhere safe, then get to the Arena right away. I'm going in."

"WHAT?!" Karliah shouted, while Philena's eyes grew wide as she realized what he was about to do.

"Righto, old man. See ya downside." the smaller girl beamed.

"See ya."

With that, he let go of the saddle and let himself fall from the Wyrm.

There was something definitely wrong about the air here, Yemhelch mused as the last of the cloud layers parted before his terminal-velocity free-fall. The Arena was now like a huge bullseye for him slowly closing in from below.

As he focused on altering his trajectory, he noticed a blackish dot emerge from the Arena - rapidly gaining on him. Perhaps a missile from the city's defenses? No...

As he got closer - it was clear that it was no ballistic projectile - rather, a figure shrouded in black rapidly ascending. There was no doubt about it - it was...

As the two passed each other, their eyes met for a split second - the gloating visage of Baphomatt suddenly falling into one of nervousness hiding behind false confidence as Yemhelch zipped past him. Perhaps Mikkael had somehow defeated him if he was beating another cowardly retreat?

"Ah, I wish I could fly too..." he sighed wistfully, watching the figure of Baphomatt rapidly disappear into the clouds. "I'd dig my palps into your brains and learn what I want to know."

He shook this errant thought from his head. He had to make sure Mikkael was allright - and as the Arena loomed before him, he pulled the ripcord and the makeshift parachute bloomed from his backpack - the harness digging into his body as the leathery material caught air. Kicking away at one of the columns that rushed past him, he made a base-jump right into the Arena... and saw his friend facedown.

"Dammnit man, I keep telling you - don't rush into things alone. That's a rookie mistake!" Yemhelch groaned.

As his feet hit the ground, he managed to pull a roll into the bloodied sand and come to a complete stop as he shed his used 'chute. As he knelt down at Mikkael's side, he spotted Hiroko Hajima come running to his side.

"What the hell happened here?!"

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"Thus, with the situation at hand, things from here on are even beyond my comprehension." Lumbra finished. He was weary from the hordes of beasts assulting him, and yet he faltered not as he flew through wave after wave of enemies. Umbraria and Elsai'el were in close proximity as he lead the charge towards the exit.

"But why should I - Why should any of us trust you now, Lumbra?" The dark goddess questioned.

"Without me, even the Shadow Realm will be destroyed. You will be forced to take on a mortal form once again. They know the signs, you will not be able to survive."

"I have just one question." Elsai'el spoke up, his own red bident in his hand, "You mentioned the soulless one, the Eyes of the Demilich, are you referring to who I think you are?"

"Correct, and she will be instrumental in saving this world. However, only if we can prevent the dragon's full resurrection." The god of light noted. The three equipped themselves each with their red spears and walked through the crack that was the entrance to the Shadow Realm. Lumbra had done quite a number on the seal, and now the earth before them was split wide. They looked upon the red skied and realized something all too late.

"Damnit! We're already late?"

Elsai'el couldn't help but feel as though something impossible had happened leading to this moment, and so, without a word, he departed for the location of... Him. The two deities were fully aware of what he was doing, and so they went forth, to the location of the Manorach El and Baphomatt.

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As the realm above faced red skies and the dragon of the apocalypse, the room below the meridian throne glowed an ominous red, the chalice was blackened and the city split wide open. Without warning, most of the meridian forces became liquefied. Their bodies now an orange-red mess. Any who stood in New Meridia were no longer of the living, save for one meridian and his comrades...

"Master Altans! Quick!" Alta-ira shouted, pulling the man up from the rubble. The ground continued to shake as the red waters poured forth. In blasts of light, the people around them began to disappear, and both Altans and Alta-ira had to make haste in order to escape the city where all were being consumed by the chalice's infuence.

"Alta-ira, what in the name of Enki is happening?"

"The end of the world, come!" The woman shouted as they neared the surface. There they ran into the arch nemesis of the Meridians.

"Dragon King Exodiin!? Is this your doing!?" Altans bellowed out, his great sword at the ready. The dragon turned and shook his head.

"Nay, this is not how things were meant to go. Even with your kind, arrogant at my rule as they are, I'm sure you can understand that I am not responsible for that."

"Exodiin..." Alta-ira voiced, "What of the other cities then? Are we the only survivors?"

"My kind is dead. All thanks to the event tied to each artifact."

"So he made it..." Altans voiced, looking on towards the Corisca mainland, "... and that dragon there, is that...?"

"The Manorach El." Exodiin voiced, "A primal evil from the age long passed. It is the dragon who devours fate, and it seeks to devour the fate of the planet."

"Then we shall meet it head on!"

Exodiin nodded and let the meridians board his back, "While this alliance may be temporary, I do look for the safety of my people, and this world we inhabit."

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"I... I don't know how it happened!" Hiroko barely managed to voice in the arena, as people began to be reduced into puddles of orange-red liquid. The seas themselves quickly turned red as more and more individuals around the world were turned into nothingness.

Philena knelt at Mikkael's side and held him in her arms.

"No, Hiroko, you can't tell me he lost!" Philena screamed out as the vampire girl looked down, "Mikkael, no... How did it happen!?"

Philena was gripping at Hiroko angrily, filled with the sadness of losing her lover and friend, "He and I were to be married! You can't tell me he lost so easily!"

"Philena... After all you've done for me, I know my words will be of no comfort, but it's true... I am sorry."

"No..." Philena uttered.

"He did this, Yemhelch, it was Baphomatt. Yet he wielded a power the likes of which I have never seen..." Hiroko answered, holding the weeping meridian in her arms. It was at this moment that the paragon descended.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
"Whether it was not of this world or not, there is little time." Yemhelch sighed as he sidestepped a collapsing arch. "Listen, I don't think it's safe here anymore. So we'll have to make tracks to Frenga Farm right away before floating man over there can properly explain everything."

"Why Frenga Farms, of all places?" Philena asked.

"Trust me. Right now, if what I think is happening to the whole world - then that place is the safest place on the entire planet."

"Surely, you don't mean..." Karliah started. "The demonic presence causing this?"

"No, and you'll be surprised as to what it really is. I suppose, all of you have earned the right to know the truth."

Silence as the arena slowly began to flood.

"Philena, take his left arm. I'll take the right. Karliah, you bring up the rear. Hiroko, you're with the floating man. Clear a path for us. We need to get on a boat or something - best way to avoid these 'quakes."

"But if he's dead..." Karliah started.

"He is our friend." Yemhelch replied calmly. "And if worst comes to worst - we owe him a proper burial."

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The group ran out of the collapsing Arena. As they reached one of Cita Den's ports, Yemhelch saw a familiar figure on a wooden galleon. "Yar! We heard ye were goin' to Cita Den to defeat a Necromancer, landlubber!" Captain Sailsunder hailed them. "Instead it seems like the island's almost about to git smashed inta Davy Jones' locker!"

"You missed the fight, I guess. Permission to come aboard?"

"Pftch, you landwalkers. I said git in before the sea takes ye too!"

The group quickly ran up the gangplank, and a sturdy young man with a katana sliced off the moorings. As they did, a sickening crunch ran through the ship as it smashed into the island - driven by a large wave.

"FULL SPEED AHEAD!" Captain Sailsunder roared at the navigator. The woman wearing the skimpy top that reminded him of one of the advertiser girls back in Selk nodded and fired up a lever, and a powerful hum sounded through the air as the ship lurched back. As they sped away from the island, they watched in horror as the oceans turned from a soft turquoise to a eye-aching tone of red as the stuff that formerly were people mingled with the ocean's waters.

Finally, they had put some distance between the quaking landmasses and the choppy red oceans finally gave out into a wave-less expanse.

"Well then..." Yemhelch sat down on an unused cannon and wiped his brow. "What's this about an otherworldly power, floating man?"

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The Paragon sat down, ready to confess to everything.

"Yes, well... I suppose I can tell them, but you are certainly... a curiosity." He smiled. "As you all know, this world was created by the god of light, Lumbra, and all living souls were tailored by the dark goddess, Umbraria."

He looked over the horizons at the dragon, Lumbra and Umbraria were in place, and awaiting him, he continued, "The truth is, there's much to go over, but during the first creation, six keys were bestowed to this world. Not to crown a king, but to end the world when the evolutionary chain of people has reached its end, and when they seek to transcend their forms and become one."

"Wait, so you're telling me that the chalice and whatever it is that did this to Mikkael..." Philena spoke up.

"Yes, these were keys to the apocalypse, and the tools required to access the holy lands. However, it was never meant to reach this point, and now that Baphomatt is conducting the added soul experiment, there is little time for me..." The Paragon turned to them with a smile, "Worry not, while Mikkael is no longer among us, there is one like him who will take up his purpose. I know the answer may be very vague, and unsatisfactory, but this is all I can say for now."

His wings spread upon his back, as he floated up, the red seas crashed against the hull of the ship as the dragon gave a loud roar, resounding to every corner of the world, "His soul and mine, they are one in the same, and with his soul, we shall ensure the sealing of this evil for when the time is right for it to be defeated... Until then, farewell..."

The Paragon disappeared, now aware of what he must do...

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"I don't want to die... Not like this."

Eiryk lay upon the bridge, and the paladins who once faced him now soaked his clothing. His mental resistance was breaking down as he held the sword in his hands...

A voice sounded through his mind in his final moments...

"... He is not the chosen..."

"No, not yet."

"Yet he holds the blade."

"There is another within him, a soul of three, missing two."

"Then let us complete him when we can find the two."

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"Gods such as you are but weaklings." Baphomatt voiced, now combined with the Manorach El, "Even your strongest lay dead here."

"Curse you..." voiced Umbraria, "Lumbra! How do we defeat this thing!?"

"Were I strong enough, I would have done it long beforehand..."

The dragon prepared to devour the next god, as the Paragon's bident lay broken atop the castle of Cyndar. The gods were prepared to face failure, until Exodiin flew in and clawed at the eyes of the Manorach El.

"You call yourself gods!? You know not what you do! Call upon them! Do what you must to destroy this evil!"

Lumbra and Umbraria looked to each other, "The forbidden art...? Exodiin, that will cause-"

"I am aware, but this is a must! Do it now!"

----------JUNGALORE: THE NEW WORLD----------

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At that moment, after everyone had made their way to their respective locations, the Manorach El was sealed in Cyndar's castle.

Much of Jungalore had changed, and everyone experienced three days of slumber. None were safe from this, but when they awoke, they found much had changed.

The seas were red, as if the world was blanketed in blood. Cyndar was destroyed, and the neighboring harbor of Wynd Bay was flooded with this bloody sea. The skies, nonetheless gave off a wonderful blue. Truly, their gods had stopped the apocalypse, for now.

On that third day, some had found themselves... Different, yet they still knew what had happened. The world as they knew it had come to an end. Yet a new world took its place.

Yet as I, Queen Philena of the Meridians, mourned the death of my beloved Mikkael, and the loss of my dear cousin, there was much rebuilding to be done, and one man still had much to say to me.

Not to mention... My mother had to show me something very important...

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So many souls had surged out into the Abyss in an attempt to escape the destruction - that it had been like gasoline in a massive forest fire. Now, the Abyss was fully formed - a devastating chasm that carved itself along the face of the world - leaking abnormal energies - and sometimes, a curious blackish tendril looking around... it would be almost comical if it weren't for the fact that the tainted water was slowly seeping into it. Their power fusing with whatever lay below the surface of the world fully awakened the source that had fractured Lake Forkheads into existence.

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He did not sleep. No, he was not bound by the rules. After the ship had crashed into Lake Forkheads, he had somehow managed to get the injured ashore. As he struggled to pull his comrades to shore, his strength finally have out and he fell into the shallow, blood-soaked beach... and to his horror, saw the tendrils seething in and taking the bodies of his friends. One snagged around his arm - and before he could yell, they found themselves being taken into the jungle which now seemed to glow with life. Philena was missing, he noted. Perhaps the flying man had taken her to safety?

"As if I would let your friends die and condemn you to despair." the voice in his head echoed. "What you need right now is hope. Return to the Abyss with your dead friend and we'll see what we can do to fix that problem."

"You... can do that?"

"At a price."

His stomach sank at this. Of course there would be a price - but then with renewed vigor, he prepared a single-carry harness and dragged Mikkael's corpse along with him - to the Abyss proper.

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"I have found the original user."

"Oh?"

"A meridian. His soul now rests with me that it may restore this one's."

"I, too, have found a fragment of this one's soul."

"Then he shall be put back together."

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Eiryk awoke in an unfamiliar place and in a cold sweat. A hut with a leafy rooftop. It was well decorated with magical tools all around. He looked at the odd apparatus that he was resting within. It had runes etched into the side, the likes of which he had never seen before.

He stood up in the hut, nearly bumping his head on the roof and stepped outside. He was in a forest village with a few inhabitants. Yet they were short in stature, with elegant insect wings upon their back.

"Well, it seems you are awake now..." One stated, walking up beside him. He looked to the youthful-appearing person who had stated this as she smiled at him. He couldn't help but ask the first question on his mind.

"What happened?"

The woman shook her head, "I know you must have questions, but I will have to explain them in time. For now, please follow me, Sir Advento."

He refused to move at first but the woman continued, "You may call me Lina, you are in a safe place, far from the reaches of many shadows and people who would seek to have you destroyed. Right now, you are a guest among the fae."

He looked to the woman as she turned to him, "Please, join me for some tea at my home, there I can explain anything and everything, including the fate of Lady Karliah."

Eiryk's eyes widened and he nodded, "Alright."

As he walked through the village with Lina, he couldn't help but look at the red waters surrounding the small village. The people spoke in different tongues that he barely recognized. Others smiled at him as he passed by, and the children would whisper among themselves as he looked around. Finally, they had reached a great hut, presumably Lina's home, and he sat inside with her as she started preparing drinks for them.

"You have been asleep for five days, Eiryk Advento, scholar of the Church of Lumbra." She stated with emphasis, "It was in this time that the world as you knew it had come to an end. We now live in a world where the water is unlean, save for what we can find tapped under the earth and one lone lake within the world..."

She placed a cup in front of him and continued, "The water is contaminated with what remains of your race and the other mortals of this world. We have been awaiting this event for hundreds - nay, thousands of years, as we have seen and survived this before."

Eiryk grew increasingly impatient, "But what of Karliah!? What of everyone else!?"

"Karliah is safe, at Lake Forkheads. Your other comrades are in the general area. However, Mikkael Altans is... dead."

"The bandit? Dead?" Eiryk wondered, "But..."

"Listen Eiryk, he faced an evil which he could barely comprehend, and with a power that does not belong in this world. You and your friends are the only ones who can stop this evil. After all, you hold the sacred blade..."

Eiryk then realized the sword that had been weighing down his back, he quickly drew it to check upon it. It would not answer though, regardless of his words, his calls, or anything he could muster up.

"... I am sorry, but this blade was tied to his soul, and so... I am unsure of how we can restore it without use of the sacred spring or the ancient scriptures in Cyndar..."

"Well, I could just go to-"

"No. Cyndar is now a citadel of evil. The people are dead thanks to the dragon of prophecy, and now it lays sealed within its walls." Lina explained this with grief in her voice, "It is unlikely that the scriptures have survived. However... Perhaps your first objective, rather than finding the scriptures of restoration, is to reunite with your friends."

"Yeah..."

"Listen, it would be unwise to go as you are. Eiryk, if you are to make your way to Lake Forkheads, you should take a gander at the equipment shop in town."

"Alright then... Thank you, Lina."

"Likewise, if you find a way to restore the blade, then please don't hesitate to return here." She finished, "Now go. Find them..."

Eiryk took a stop at the town store, there wasn't much in the way of gear that he could use, being that the people were of shorter figure, and so had smaller gear, and smaller weapons. However, he managed to commission some gear for a small fee, a sword and a set of armor.

He stepped out of the forest with some guidance from the fae, and found himself above the entrance to the Lumen Mines. He overlooked Cyndar for the first time in a while, and was awestruck at what he saw. Shadows and skeletons walked through its streets, with Demons circling the castle. He also noticed the way in which the world had changed, as there were rivers of the blood-red waters for him to cross.

He was capable of dropping some makeshift bridges to help make his way across the red waters. He was finally reaching the lake by nightfall, when the blood red moon began to rise...

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"So, it was a tug-of-war, but with souls." Yemhelch sighed. "So... who won?"

"I was going to lose." Yemhelch replied as he looked at the body of the dead Meridian - now frozen in a glimmering crystal. "But, as I told you - when the abyss was weakened by the flow of souls, I gained... something."

"What happened to you?"

"It was as if the disembodied souls sought refuge from the breaking of the world - their prayers for safety gave me a newfound strength that I never thought I had."

"So... the dead... what did you do to them?"

"I absorbed well over 10,000 souls to myself in the last 5 days - amplifying my own vast Will with their own. Of course, when I realized what was happening, I used the power of the Scepter of Selk to seal the fracture in reality. Of course... this meant I slammed the door on so many countless others calling for help."

"... how do you know?"

"It was like I was trapped in a noisy marketplace. But instead of salesmen hawking their goods, it was thousands of living beings all calling me for help - knowing full well that if I absorbed them, they could never become mortal again."

"..."

"Such is the price of power."

Silence descended onto the two as they relished their drinks together. The villagers who lived in the small jungle village at the very edge of the Abyss had retired for the night and the blood-red moon now filled the night sky. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees.

"Mikkael has all the time in the world now. But once you've decided on what you'll do, let me know."

Yemhelch nodded and finished off the honeydew milk as he watched his counterpart haul the crystal containing the body of his friend off into the Abyss proper.

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The young mage moved through what was the remnants of Bandit Isles. Her dowsing rod had never lied to her before - and now, she was on the trail of fresh water. Of course, it was slow-moving - she had dislocated her shoulder after a particularly vicious quake had knocked her off a sand dune up in the desert. But eventually, her stamina gave out and she collapsed, holding onto her shoulder in pain.

She was about to lose control and groan in pain, when she heard light footfalls. Biting her lip, she silenced herself and curled up - trying to roll into a dead bush; but only managing a half-roll that strained her shoulder even more. A pathetic gasp of pain escaped her lips as her body collapsed in the dirt. She was caught.

Opening her eyes, she spotted what was after her... and her eyes widened. One of those bunny-like creatures from the Quarantine Zone! She had read the reports, yes - that they were harmless to non-magical persons, but here she was - a skilled mage in the arts of slinging fireballs and magical scrying... at the mercy of this otherworldly invader. She tried to move, but again nudged her dislocated shoulder, bringing her down to her knees in pain.

The Pokute remained silent as it watched her try to run. After a bit, it began to vocalize a soft, low buzzing sound that reminded her of a cicada.

"This is it..." she thought to herself. "It's definitely calling its buddies for dinner... and I'm the main course..."

More pattering footfalls - and more soft, buzzing vocalizations. Just as she had suspected - several other Pokutes eventually zeroed in on her, forming a small circle around her - quietly inspecting their 'catch' with their large, prehensile 'ears'.

"If you're going to kill me..." she whispered weakly, pain now making her sound slurred. "Please finish me off in one hit."

No sooner had these words left her mouth, the creatures grabbed her arms and legs - several more rolling her over with their bodies before raising her aloft with their surprisingly muscular bodies. One soft, quilt-like 'ear' rolled over her mouth, gagging her quite effectively. Not that she was in any condition to cry for help... even if it did, it'd only attract bandits. Or worse.

Again, she felt herself being rolled facedown - and several more prehensile, soft 'arms' wrapping around her dislocated arm... and started pulling. She let out a scream of pain - but as expected, she was quite well gagged and her scream could very well had been a gurgle. As she tried to draw breath through her nose for another scream - she heard a loud pop from inside her. At that moment, the creatures let her go, and rolled her back down to the soil. She couldn't resist as they stripped her top off, and began to... apply a strange bandage that appeared to be made up of leaves? The material felt as if it was siphoning off her agony as it wrapped around her swollen shoulder.

The sheer strangeness of the situation - backed with what appeared to be anesthetic in the leaf bandage they had applied made her drowsy, and the last thing she saw was the creatures climbing on top of her and lying down - forming a primitive tent of sorts. The soft, fuzzy bodies quickly lulled her to sleep.

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She woke up, only to find her top used as a blanket. The small creatures had vanished, but what she had experienced was no dream. The firm bandage on her shoulder was proof of that. Dressing took some time as she couldn't quite move her shoulder so easily, but she found her knapsack and her dowsing rods and she was on the way. If rumors were to be believed, the well at Frenga Farms had suddenly become pure.

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Philena had awakened at the coat near Lake Forkheads. At first, she felt groggy, having no idea what had just happened, and yet, she felt no different. At first, she panicked at the red sea, and turned with haste to see Eiryk.

"You're... Mikkael's wife, right?" He asked softly.

"You're the scholar of Lumbra..." She answered. "I remember it all so vividly... What happened three days ago... Mikkael..."

A look of sadness was cast over Philena, but at this time, Master Altans and Mistress Alta-ira came by from the sea.

"Lady Philena!" Altans called out. He swam to the coastline with the female meridian, "Thank goodness! I was afraid we were the only ones who escaped..."

Philena looked confused and asked, "What happened?"

"Everyone... The princess, the clan houses, even Mikkael's father... They're all dead!" Altans exclaimed with sadness, "Where is Mikkael?"

Everyone looked to Philena as she turned away, "... He is..."

The tears began to roll down her cheeks as everyone there had been taken aback, "No... You cannot be serious! He was the wielder of Excalibur!" Alta-ira stated with disbelief, and at this statement, Eiryk turned away.

"He... entrusted Excalibur to me at the time."

"If that's the case..." Altans began, putting a hand on Eiryk's shoulder, "Then there may yet be hope for all of us."

Philena shook her head, "No... Just look around us. Everything is gone! Even Cyndar, the impenetrable city, has become engulfed in shadow."

Eiryk then felt a twinge in his hand, and looked towards Lake Forkheads, "Everyone... Follow me, I... I have a feeling where we must go."

Altans looked to Eiryk with skepticism but nodded and followed. Philena stayed by Alta-ira's side as the meridian woman comforted her as best she could as they walked into the wooded area...

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