Squirrel Man Huey
Fluffy Tree Citizen
Good day everyone. I have a wonderful idea for a long term group roleplay.
What I'm looking for is a group of dedicated, long term roleplayers and co-plotters. I am very open to changing directions within the game if the idea is good, however I do have a few things that are concrete.
Please post any questions, comments, thoughts, opinions, and wants for the game
Genres
World information and Lore
[*]Religions
[*]Ramai (Malay meaning Many): Name of polytheistic religion. Name of people who follow the religion.
Basic Plot Points
[*]No magic currently exists in the world.
[*]The Satunum are zealous and wish to convert the Ramai though they are separated by a mountain range similar to the Himalayan mountains, there is only one pass and it is only open for short stretches of time. This is not conducive to marching an army, the Ramai are also land locked, no water to enter their land.
[*]All magic must be opened by The chosen one, the Electi, this will be done by the Game Master.
[*]
All initial characters are Human, in later chapters you may double up, but right now only one character please.
[*]
You have the choice of making a resident of Lagna or a fellow Priest that came with Aevum.
[*]
Lagna is a wooden village with a longhouse hall in the center that serves as their place of government and worship during holidays.
Rules for the Game
Character Sheet
Name: Character's name.
Age: Character's age, eighteen is the age of maturity, eighty-four is the average life expectancy for Humans.
Profession: What does your character do for a living?
Appearance: At least two sentences describing their physical appearance or a photo showing their normal appearance.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Whether it is quirks, tattoos, scars, or anything else; describe them here.
Strengths: Give at least two strengths of the character.
Weaknesses: Give at least two weaknesses of the character.
Religion: Satunum or Ramai.
First Post in the Game - Mature Content
What I'm looking for is a group of dedicated, long term roleplayers and co-plotters. I am very open to changing directions within the game if the idea is good, however I do have a few things that are concrete.
Please post any questions, comments, thoughts, opinions, and wants for the game
Genres
- Low Fantasy (Humans only at the start of the story.)
- High Fantasy (After the first chapter, magical creatures and races will be introduced.)
- Magical Realism (Magic or fantastical elements that are incorporated into an otherwise realistic setting.)
- Epic (Theme of granduer and heroism, everything laid on the line where some are trying to ruin and others are trying to save the world.)
World information and Lore
- Hudol (Welsh for Magical): Name of the world.
Lagna (Faroese for Fate): Village where the story starts. The seat of something very important.
- Amile (Zulu for Stagnant): Capital of Satunum, monotheist religion. Seat of Satunum Church and power.
[*]Religions
Satunum: Name of monotheist religion. Name of people who follow the religion.
Satu (Indonesian for One): Name of diety. Strict on obedience, order, and unquestioning faith, fierce to the doctrine. Ruthless in order to achieve his goals.
[*]Ramai (Malay meaning Many): Name of polytheistic religion. Name of people who follow the religion.
Kurator( German meaning Guardian): Name of the Ramai pantheon of Gods. The race of Gods depend on balance between each God. Take away one and the world was thrown into chaos, add one and the world is thrown into chaos. Five Gods of the following description is the balance.
Purity: The equivalent of Zeus in this pantheon. The most powerful diety.Purity in this sense means maintaining the course or directing you onto the path that you should be on, including the whole of the world. This God maintains the balance and brings all the other beings together in harmony.
- Protection: The hunter/huntress of the pantheon. This is the nurturer, the provider, the one that maintains safety and health. Fertility of the world, shields, stealth.
- Passion: All things of passion, war, rage, love, hate, etc.
- Patience: Nature, wisdom, etc. Healing, premonitions.
- Pandemonium: Chaos, the random element of nature.
Basic Plot Points
- Satu, the God of Purity rebelled just over one thousand years ago. He took control of most men and created his own monotheistic religion. This caused a disease to form within the rest of the Gods through the ensuing war. The other Gods, not being able to match the power of Satu and his thralls, sequestered themselves on another plane where time hardly existed instead of continuing a war that would destroy everything. This gave control to Satu, but with the other Gods on another plane of existence, his magic vanished as it did from the rest of the world. All magical creatures died within a year, every magical artifact became a seemingly normal heirloom or was lost in the flow of time. Reality became legend and the world became stagnant causing nothing progressed for a thousand years.
A prophecy was communicated from the sequestered Gods to their followers, stating that they would send someone to restore balance. "One will come covered in the marks of a hero. He will create the world anew from his touch. He will shed his skin and release the power of Gods. The hero will fly through the sky and build an Empire."
[*]No magic currently exists in the world.
[*]The Satunum are zealous and wish to convert the Ramai though they are separated by a mountain range similar to the Himalayan mountains, there is only one pass and it is only open for short stretches of time. This is not conducive to marching an army, the Ramai are also land locked, no water to enter their land.
[*]All magic must be opened by The chosen one, the Electi, this will be done by the Game Master.
[*]
All initial characters are Human, in later chapters you may double up, but right now only one character please.
[*]
You have the choice of making a resident of Lagna or a fellow Priest that came with Aevum.
[*]
Lagna is a wooden village with a longhouse hall in the center that serves as their place of government and worship during holidays.
There are six elders that represent the village as a government, three men and three women.
Their culture is similar to a combination of Norse Viking and Native American. Everything has a spirit and there are five Gods, one is a betrayer.
Rules for the Game
- All participants must contact me for permission to join the game.
- All characters must be created and approved by me prior to posting IC. I reserve the right to creatively critique and ask for changes if it doesn't work with the lore.
- All magic for the character must be approved prior to posting, including how the magic will be opened up.
- All Gods, initially, are controlled by the Game Master.
- If you wish divine intervention like in the first post below, please contact me with what you want to do and I can plot with you and give you what you need. Do this prior to your post please.
- All post orders will be worked out with myself and the participants.
- As the Game Master, I will control the outside world and throw in curveballs for you to play with.
- More pending discussion with participants and decisions on direction of where we want to take the game.
Character Sheet
Name: Character's name.
Age: Character's age, eighteen is the age of maturity, eighty-four is the average life expectancy for Humans.
Profession: What does your character do for a living?
Appearance: At least two sentences describing their physical appearance or a photo showing their normal appearance.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Whether it is quirks, tattoos, scars, or anything else; describe them here.
Strengths: Give at least two strengths of the character.
Weaknesses: Give at least two weaknesses of the character.
Religion: Satunum or Ramai.
Code:
Name:
Age:
Profession:
Appearance:
Distinguishing Characteristics:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Religion: First Post in the Game - Mature Content
The Speaker stood in front of the crowd of people drinking their stresses away at the inn. His attendants, other priests, were trying to engage each table in conversation. The men and women sitting at the tables - inappropriate behavior to be corrected - rebuked the men or just shoved them away. A red hot rage boiled within him. How could they disrespect the servants of Satu?
His muscles tensed, his grip tightening on the chair in front of him. For the past month they had ignored their message. They turn their backs as the priests greeted them. Laughed when they offered help. Snorted in their faces. It was too much. The blustering fury welled within him. The Speaker closed his eyes, reaching out to Satu, sending a prayer for patience.
It was useless though, all that came to his mind was snide remarks from behind closed doors, laughter at his so called folly, the realization that they were failing for the first time. He would be the embarrassment of all Satunum. The speaker snapped. He stepped back, keeping his hold on the chair. Another of his attendants was being rebuked, the chair raised from the floor and the Speaker let out a howl of rage. The chair plummeted to the table, powered by his righteous anger.
As the chair shattered, the room fell silent. The elderly Speaker wheezed breath in and out. ‘Praise Satu.’ He thought as every eye in the room was on him. His attendants’ mouths were open in shock.
“All will be right in your lives if you only see sense and worship your rightful God!” Moments passed slowly. He still had their attention. This was his chance to spread his savior’s word. Righteously he carried on.
“Satu is the way. He shows discipline and love in his heavy handed dealings. He is just and caring. He will change your heathen and barbaric ways and live a civilized life of calm and serenity. Allow me to show you the way!” The Speaker exclaimed with all his love and devotion for Satu. Finally he was reaching someone in this horrid village. A man large in chest stood, the only person in the room to move since the outburst. His first convert. The Speaker’s heart raced and a smile rose from deep within. This was the moment that the village saw the truth.
“Leave now,” he pointed to the door. “This is your only opportunity for peace.” The man’s voice bellowed through the quiet.
No one else had moved. The Speaker’s face fell. All his hopes and dreams were dashed like the chair lying scattered around him. With that loud voice, the Speaker’s anger brimmed once more. He could feel his pale skin reddening, feel the heat rising within his body. It felt like someone had stoked some fire within.
The Speaker could feel something moving inside, like a hand stirring his heart. Passion and purity of purpose rising. His shoulders squared, he took a deep breath. Something spoke to his mind.
Punish him. Purify him with fire. Purify the village for their sins!
It was all the Speaker needed. He could feel the divine intervention in his every limb. It was like the warmth of the sun, heating him and loving him. The voice had to have been his savior, Satu. He knew his purpose and suddenly he felt bliss.
. . .
Aevum couldn’t believe his eyes. He had spent his entire life in monasteries and on missions just like this. He wasn’t exactly the most devout but he had never expected to see something like this. Sure this village was especially frustrating because while he was here he couldn’t continue his researching but that was no reason to become insane. The priest watched his elder do just that, go insane.
Speakers were lead missionaries. Each was devout and took the priests that needed to see God’s work in action so that they strengthen their faith. Each Speaker was charismatic and an expert in every aspect of their dogma. They would visit obscure locations where their presence would be a spectacle and woo the locals until Satu had more followers and more tribute.
Aevum’s Speaker was especially dogmatic. He was faithful to Satu beyond reason. Whereas Aevum was more of a moderate in the faith. That was why when he stood there in the middle of the room watching the Speaker twitch and foam at the mouth he was in shock as were the rest of the priests. One moment the old grizzled man was bashing chairs and yelling at the patrons, then he was told to get out and this caused him to go rabid. He watched as the Speaker’s body stiffened, his eyes rolled back into his head and he started foaming.
“Was he bitten by a raccoon or something?” The words slipped out of Aevum’s mouth before he even realized that he was speaking. That was when everything erupted into chaos. Amidst his foaming the Speaker’s insanity erupted into a physical inferno. The man had spontaneously caught fire. His entire body was covered in flames. The room gave a collected yell as everyone stumbled back from the large sparks flying from his body. Aevum stumbled backward into a table, his eyes wide as he saw the blissful expression on the Speaker’s face as he started yelling.
ONE WILL COME COVERED IN THE MARKS OF A HERO.
HE WILL CREATE THE WORLD ANEW FROM HIS TOUCH.
HE WILL SHED HIS SKIN AND RELEASE THE POWER OF GODS.
THE HERO WILL FLY THROUGH THE SKY AND BUILD AN EMPIRE.
The conflagration became more intense as the Speaker ranted on. His words seeming to influence the course of the fire. It spread swiftly, eating the walls, reaching with its searing tendrils toward the patrons. Chaos had started. The people within had realized that this was no ordinary fire. It was directing itself toward the support beams and the locals themselves. It was chasing them hungrily.
Everyone around him panicked, they ran crazily toward the exit, knocking people and things over. Aevum just stood there, watching the Speaker. Watching, the flames erupt from within the man. His grey hair was long gone, his body spread out, arms outstretched. The blaze came from his mouth as he spoke in a language he couldn’t understand. A language that pulled at something within Aevum, he knew there was meaning there. Something lost, he took a step forward, needing to understand what was being said. Then the Speaker’s eyes met his. The inferno erupting, his eye sockets only filled with the flames.
Leave.
It was enough for Aevum, finally his focus was pulled from the Speaker. He turned to leave with everyone else as the fire consumed the man.
Aevum’s heart wrenched as he heard the scream. He had made it outside with most of the patrons. His fellow priests huddled against the wall of a building across the dirt street. All but one cowered, fearful of what the locals might do. Yet Aevum didn’t care. All he could hear was that scream. It filled him, consumed him. A loud crash resonated from within, another support beam. Yet he knew that it wasn’t just any beam, it had to do with the scream.
The scream...you need her.
He stood there, the voice channeling through his thoughts. His breath became more rapid as he considered what it said. People backed away from him. His shoulders and chest rising and falling rapidly, the sound of it filled the area around him. What was he thinking? Was he actually considering going back in? The bonfire that was once an Inn had almost consumed the entire building. It was suicide.
SAVE HER! GO NOW! PROVE YOUR WORTH!
Aevum’s eyes widened, his heart quick. That voice, it had never spoken like this before. It had always been whispers of advice, guidance, nudges, never yelling. He took a step toward the entrance, more people backed away, chattering softly as they held each other and watched the priest. Another step, it was getting easier. His breath was coming swiftly, he could hear the beating of his heart. The thumping taking over everything. He couldn’t hear the chattering, the sound of the fire eating the building, the falling of the beams like limbs off a dead tree.
His mind focused on the scream, he was in the doorway. Heat pummeled him as he walked in, a hand raised to try to ward it off. It was everywhere, he could feel the laughter in its flames. The joy of consuming the building and its occupants, some had not made it out. The holocaust forced him to his knees. The heat was so intense that it started singing his robes just from being near.
Aevum crawled, his hands and face blistering. Tears flowed from the pain but he couldn’t stop thinking of the scream. Everything around him was aflame except a path. He could barely see, the devouring entity had claimed the entire ceiling, smoke billowed throughout the building. Yet he knew he was going the right way. He knew this was meant to be.
CLOSER! SHE NEEDS YOU!
The voice screamed in his mind. He could feel the blaze starting to consume him, the path behind him closing up as he came closer to her. His robes were aflame, his hands and face blistered. He could barely think beyond the need to save her. Finally he saw it, a flaming log on top of her, only small pieces of table saved her from being roasted.
Something came over him, a power he couldn’t understand. Aevum had never stuck his neck out for anyone including himself, his entire life. He was a weakling, physically and mentally, he was no hero. He was a studious priest, looking for innovation while other bowed their heads in worship. Yet here he was, clambering through hell for someone he didn’t know.
He reached forward to touch her, she was still breathing. She turned as soon as he touched her. The woman tried to suck in a breath but choked as her lungs complained of the heat.
“Get out!” She squealed between coughs. “Leave me!” She stretched out to wave frantically at him.
“Shhh…” Aevum said as he placed his blistered hand on her arm.
The log.
He moved his gaze to the log that pinned her. It was precariously perched in such a way that it sapped any strength that the woman might have. For Aevum though, it would be simple. He crawled forward then grasped the beam, the flames licking at his face and neck, he shoved it backward. It rolled away, flames dancing from the wood, and she was free.
Slowly she pushed herself away, and then, with greater strength than he would have expected from her, she clambered into his lap, arms and legs gripping with force.
“Thank you.” She whispered in his ear, fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck. He twisted, bringing his body over hers, feeling the flames biting through his robe and piercing his skin.
We gift to you the world as it once was.
He pushed up, cradling the woman in his arms, feeling the flames licking his body, pain searing into his muscles which were compelled forwards. He stepped over broken wood, which turned to ash as his feet stomped through. The body in his grasp, gripped him like a vice, she was trembling all over, her fear fueled his determination, though his soul felt lost in the short journey to the exit. A few steps more and his legs faltered. He set her down and pushed her away.
“Go.” He said, though the voice did not sound like his. He needn’t have spoken at all, for she ran as soon as her feet touched the ground. He sunk to his knees, the flames peeling skin from his arms and face, his robe gone completely. He saw her one last time, turning in the doorway, her face dropped into a silent scream and she tried to come back for him. Her path was blocked as a large beam crashed down from the ceiling, followed by the rest of the structure above.
He closed his eyes and listened to the deafening sounds surrounding him. The bright flame turned to pitch black. The noise dissipated into static and he fell through the world, tumbling away to darkness.
His muscles tensed, his grip tightening on the chair in front of him. For the past month they had ignored their message. They turn their backs as the priests greeted them. Laughed when they offered help. Snorted in their faces. It was too much. The blustering fury welled within him. The Speaker closed his eyes, reaching out to Satu, sending a prayer for patience.
It was useless though, all that came to his mind was snide remarks from behind closed doors, laughter at his so called folly, the realization that they were failing for the first time. He would be the embarrassment of all Satunum. The speaker snapped. He stepped back, keeping his hold on the chair. Another of his attendants was being rebuked, the chair raised from the floor and the Speaker let out a howl of rage. The chair plummeted to the table, powered by his righteous anger.
As the chair shattered, the room fell silent. The elderly Speaker wheezed breath in and out. ‘Praise Satu.’ He thought as every eye in the room was on him. His attendants’ mouths were open in shock.
“All will be right in your lives if you only see sense and worship your rightful God!” Moments passed slowly. He still had their attention. This was his chance to spread his savior’s word. Righteously he carried on.
“Satu is the way. He shows discipline and love in his heavy handed dealings. He is just and caring. He will change your heathen and barbaric ways and live a civilized life of calm and serenity. Allow me to show you the way!” The Speaker exclaimed with all his love and devotion for Satu. Finally he was reaching someone in this horrid village. A man large in chest stood, the only person in the room to move since the outburst. His first convert. The Speaker’s heart raced and a smile rose from deep within. This was the moment that the village saw the truth.
“Leave now,” he pointed to the door. “This is your only opportunity for peace.” The man’s voice bellowed through the quiet.
No one else had moved. The Speaker’s face fell. All his hopes and dreams were dashed like the chair lying scattered around him. With that loud voice, the Speaker’s anger brimmed once more. He could feel his pale skin reddening, feel the heat rising within his body. It felt like someone had stoked some fire within.
The Speaker could feel something moving inside, like a hand stirring his heart. Passion and purity of purpose rising. His shoulders squared, he took a deep breath. Something spoke to his mind.
Punish him. Purify him with fire. Purify the village for their sins!
It was all the Speaker needed. He could feel the divine intervention in his every limb. It was like the warmth of the sun, heating him and loving him. The voice had to have been his savior, Satu. He knew his purpose and suddenly he felt bliss.
. . .
Aevum couldn’t believe his eyes. He had spent his entire life in monasteries and on missions just like this. He wasn’t exactly the most devout but he had never expected to see something like this. Sure this village was especially frustrating because while he was here he couldn’t continue his researching but that was no reason to become insane. The priest watched his elder do just that, go insane.
Speakers were lead missionaries. Each was devout and took the priests that needed to see God’s work in action so that they strengthen their faith. Each Speaker was charismatic and an expert in every aspect of their dogma. They would visit obscure locations where their presence would be a spectacle and woo the locals until Satu had more followers and more tribute.
Aevum’s Speaker was especially dogmatic. He was faithful to Satu beyond reason. Whereas Aevum was more of a moderate in the faith. That was why when he stood there in the middle of the room watching the Speaker twitch and foam at the mouth he was in shock as were the rest of the priests. One moment the old grizzled man was bashing chairs and yelling at the patrons, then he was told to get out and this caused him to go rabid. He watched as the Speaker’s body stiffened, his eyes rolled back into his head and he started foaming.
“Was he bitten by a raccoon or something?” The words slipped out of Aevum’s mouth before he even realized that he was speaking. That was when everything erupted into chaos. Amidst his foaming the Speaker’s insanity erupted into a physical inferno. The man had spontaneously caught fire. His entire body was covered in flames. The room gave a collected yell as everyone stumbled back from the large sparks flying from his body. Aevum stumbled backward into a table, his eyes wide as he saw the blissful expression on the Speaker’s face as he started yelling.
ONE WILL COME COVERED IN THE MARKS OF A HERO.
HE WILL CREATE THE WORLD ANEW FROM HIS TOUCH.
HE WILL SHED HIS SKIN AND RELEASE THE POWER OF GODS.
THE HERO WILL FLY THROUGH THE SKY AND BUILD AN EMPIRE.
The conflagration became more intense as the Speaker ranted on. His words seeming to influence the course of the fire. It spread swiftly, eating the walls, reaching with its searing tendrils toward the patrons. Chaos had started. The people within had realized that this was no ordinary fire. It was directing itself toward the support beams and the locals themselves. It was chasing them hungrily.
Everyone around him panicked, they ran crazily toward the exit, knocking people and things over. Aevum just stood there, watching the Speaker. Watching, the flames erupt from within the man. His grey hair was long gone, his body spread out, arms outstretched. The blaze came from his mouth as he spoke in a language he couldn’t understand. A language that pulled at something within Aevum, he knew there was meaning there. Something lost, he took a step forward, needing to understand what was being said. Then the Speaker’s eyes met his. The inferno erupting, his eye sockets only filled with the flames.
Leave.
It was enough for Aevum, finally his focus was pulled from the Speaker. He turned to leave with everyone else as the fire consumed the man.
Aevum’s heart wrenched as he heard the scream. He had made it outside with most of the patrons. His fellow priests huddled against the wall of a building across the dirt street. All but one cowered, fearful of what the locals might do. Yet Aevum didn’t care. All he could hear was that scream. It filled him, consumed him. A loud crash resonated from within, another support beam. Yet he knew that it wasn’t just any beam, it had to do with the scream.
The scream...you need her.
He stood there, the voice channeling through his thoughts. His breath became more rapid as he considered what it said. People backed away from him. His shoulders and chest rising and falling rapidly, the sound of it filled the area around him. What was he thinking? Was he actually considering going back in? The bonfire that was once an Inn had almost consumed the entire building. It was suicide.
SAVE HER! GO NOW! PROVE YOUR WORTH!
Aevum’s eyes widened, his heart quick. That voice, it had never spoken like this before. It had always been whispers of advice, guidance, nudges, never yelling. He took a step toward the entrance, more people backed away, chattering softly as they held each other and watched the priest. Another step, it was getting easier. His breath was coming swiftly, he could hear the beating of his heart. The thumping taking over everything. He couldn’t hear the chattering, the sound of the fire eating the building, the falling of the beams like limbs off a dead tree.
His mind focused on the scream, he was in the doorway. Heat pummeled him as he walked in, a hand raised to try to ward it off. It was everywhere, he could feel the laughter in its flames. The joy of consuming the building and its occupants, some had not made it out. The holocaust forced him to his knees. The heat was so intense that it started singing his robes just from being near.
Aevum crawled, his hands and face blistering. Tears flowed from the pain but he couldn’t stop thinking of the scream. Everything around him was aflame except a path. He could barely see, the devouring entity had claimed the entire ceiling, smoke billowed throughout the building. Yet he knew he was going the right way. He knew this was meant to be.
CLOSER! SHE NEEDS YOU!
The voice screamed in his mind. He could feel the blaze starting to consume him, the path behind him closing up as he came closer to her. His robes were aflame, his hands and face blistered. He could barely think beyond the need to save her. Finally he saw it, a flaming log on top of her, only small pieces of table saved her from being roasted.
Something came over him, a power he couldn’t understand. Aevum had never stuck his neck out for anyone including himself, his entire life. He was a weakling, physically and mentally, he was no hero. He was a studious priest, looking for innovation while other bowed their heads in worship. Yet here he was, clambering through hell for someone he didn’t know.
He reached forward to touch her, she was still breathing. She turned as soon as he touched her. The woman tried to suck in a breath but choked as her lungs complained of the heat.
“Get out!” She squealed between coughs. “Leave me!” She stretched out to wave frantically at him.
“Shhh…” Aevum said as he placed his blistered hand on her arm.
The log.
He moved his gaze to the log that pinned her. It was precariously perched in such a way that it sapped any strength that the woman might have. For Aevum though, it would be simple. He crawled forward then grasped the beam, the flames licking at his face and neck, he shoved it backward. It rolled away, flames dancing from the wood, and she was free.
Slowly she pushed herself away, and then, with greater strength than he would have expected from her, she clambered into his lap, arms and legs gripping with force.
“Thank you.” She whispered in his ear, fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck. He twisted, bringing his body over hers, feeling the flames biting through his robe and piercing his skin.
We gift to you the world as it once was.
He pushed up, cradling the woman in his arms, feeling the flames licking his body, pain searing into his muscles which were compelled forwards. He stepped over broken wood, which turned to ash as his feet stomped through. The body in his grasp, gripped him like a vice, she was trembling all over, her fear fueled his determination, though his soul felt lost in the short journey to the exit. A few steps more and his legs faltered. He set her down and pushed her away.
“Go.” He said, though the voice did not sound like his. He needn’t have spoken at all, for she ran as soon as her feet touched the ground. He sunk to his knees, the flames peeling skin from his arms and face, his robe gone completely. He saw her one last time, turning in the doorway, her face dropped into a silent scream and she tried to come back for him. Her path was blocked as a large beam crashed down from the ceiling, followed by the rest of the structure above.
He closed his eyes and listened to the deafening sounds surrounding him. The bright flame turned to pitch black. The noise dissipated into static and he fell through the world, tumbling away to darkness.
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