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SO in tandem with the Journal I wrote a few days ago heeerreeeee:

Awesome Game I May Help Write for!HEY GUYS A BIT RANDOM, I KNOW, but this is something really cool I think you'll like!
   So, with the recent vampire "revival" I was lead to the Kickstarter of Orbis Aerden- a vampire tabletop RPG in development very similar to Legacy of Kain, World of Darkness, and Call of Cthulhu, ect... It features different orders of vampires fighting and competing against each other and other aberrations in a victorian-esque land called Aerden, and is still in development.
  Now, I know I'm the type to throw my money at this; but let me explain something that may make this deal come alive for you- by backing this project you help an independent game company finalize their game and get it off the ground-- and after a certain point you can actually help write the game along with them.
Like.
ACTUALLY WRITE.
WITH THEM.
How cool is THAT?
And you know what else is cool- I'm writing for them-- assuming the project gets funded. Currently the project has a kickstarter preview u


And with permission from the creators of Orbis Aerden: Reign of the Accursed I have FULL PERMISSION to discuss what I am going to write about.

I'm backing up to the EBON CERAPH level (at least at the present), which means that I will be collaborating in making a faction for the Faustahd Order. To think of it in terms those of you who haven't seen the kickstarter yet- I'm making a branch of a vampire family of Necromancer Vampires bent on coming back from the dust.

Now, for the juicy ideas I have. A Faustahd has to be created through Necromancy- they cannot simply be turned like any of the others... Unfortunately necromancy tends to have an unfair advantage and negative affects on those brought back to life- so the Society of Horrors (the vampire society) outlawed necromancy and more-or-less tried killing off the Faustahd.

But the Faustahd were smarter than that. Many of the Faustahd fled into the wilds out away from the strong influences of the society. Living cult-like lives and secretly gathering up undead minions to come back and seek revenge for their near extinction... The problem for them is that they, like the rest of the society, over estimated how dire their numbers were.

Many Faustahd went underground in the city; living lives of people who needed to keep odd hours to avoid the sun. Morticians, doctors, nurses. Rather than hide behind the veil, the Urban Faustahd relished and hid under the noses of the mortals they served, and the society they were trying to escape. Still connected heavily to their necromancy- they also collected new members from their new position. Old politicians, influential women, teachers... Anyone and anything that could help with furthering the survival of the Urban Faustahd society.

And no offense to their wilder kin; but they aren't exactly too pleased with the idea of the same events happening all over again- this time with their own kin. In a flurry the Urban Fausted came out to the society or horrors and, rather than ousting them- offered their services. For all intents and purposes the Faustahd can touch the dead where the other Orders cannot, make abominations just as their wild kin can, using street animals like rats, dogs and cats, to combat their wilder counterparts. Tensions are high, and the Faustahd know not what will happen to them after the civil war-- then again... Who said they were trying to end the Civil war?
  • Mood: Excited
  • Reading: Orbis Aerden on Drive Thru RPG
  • Watching: The Clock
  • Eating: A sandwich
  • Drinking: Water(sigh)
HEY GUYS A BIT RANDOM, I KNOW, but this is something really cool I think you'll like!

   So, with the recent vampire "revival" I was lead to the Kickstarter of Orbis Aerden- a vampire tabletop RPG in development very similar to Legacy of Kain, World of Darkness, and Call of Cthulhu, ect... It features different orders of vampires fighting and competing against each other and other aberrations in a victorian-esque land called Aerden, and is still in development.

  Now, I know I'm the type to throw my money at this; but let me explain something that may make this deal come alive for you- by backing this project you help an independent game company finalize their game and get it off the ground-- and after a certain point you can actually help write the game along with them.

Like.
ACTUALLY WRITE.
WITH THEM.

How cool is THAT?
And you know what else is cool- I'm writing for them-- assuming the project gets funded. Currently the project has a kickstarter preview up for free on drive-thu rpg www.drivethrurpg.com/product/1… and only contain a fraction of what's to come.
For anyone wanting to know more about the kickstarter it's self; please check out the kickstarter page: www.kickstarter.com/projects/2… Any help you give these guys would be worth the effort I promise. Even if you can't back the project, please pass the word to any other fellow vampire or rpg enthusiasts you know- it'd mean a lot to them and I feel like these guys really deserve it!
  • Mood: Excited
  • Reading: Orbis Aerden on Drive Thru RPG
  • Watching: The Clock
  • Eating: A sandwich
  • Drinking: Water(sigh)
When ye old fandoms pull you back in.

And I'm not talking about homestuck.
I'm talking WAYYY back. I'm talkin 7-years-back fandom. Fandom that--

Darnit.
I'm talking about the Legacy of Kain series.

WHAT THE SARAFAN INQUISITORS ARE LIKED ROMANCED


Malek-

Malek is the pillar of conflict; you know what they say about love and war. It's all fair game to him. However Malek is painfully loyal to the Sarafan moral code- so don't expect him to be a particularly good partner. Expect him to be a good lover-- when he chooses to be. Otherwise Malek's relationships are of convenience, and often of little inconvenience to him. He won't force you into anything, however- he's got bigger fish to fry than “emotions”.


Raziel-

Similar to Malek, but certainly not as... “Open”. Raziel lives by the Sarafan creed, but Raziel has higher standards than Malek. Raziel's had plenty of women in the past, but sees himself as a more altruistic lover. For the week or so the two of you remain an article- he's yours. His gaze will not wander and he'll be very accepting and kind to even his most skittish liaisons, but, as stated before, you are just his liaison. His heart belongs to the Sarafan order.


Turel-

Turel can actually be romanced. Though rather blunt and stony- Turel likes it when a woman is patient and can tolerate others behavior. Sex isn't as much of a factor for him, but if he does initiate- it's only a sign of how much he cares for his partner. He's not particularly looking for romance, however. If avoided he'd like to NOT break his vows of priesthood... But would step down from it after the vampire menace is vanquished if your relationship intends to go further.

He was married once before he became a priest.


Dumah-

Strangely enough, Dumah is even more goal-oriented than Turel. Blunt, honest to a fault, and with the magic ability to hide every other emotion except his pride and joy for martial arts. An active woman would make all the difference in Dumah's life at first- but chances are she wouldn't see it right away. Dumah would be too busy smiling outside of training for her to notice he's happier then. His brothers would notice, and it'd be plainly obvious he's grown attachment- but he's in no great rush into a relationship. The camaraderie would be legendary, however, and slowly as he realizes that he's fallen in love he'd just accept it. Maybe he'd leave the order after things settled down.


Rahab-

Emotionally stable Rahab has... Mixed emotions about getting close to people. The whole reason why he's in the Sarafan is because of a fight over a woman- who he didn't want to begin with. It took years of bonding with his brothers for Rahab to open up with them- and now they are more family than his blood is. Rahab would undoubtedly enjoy the company of someone of either gender who got along with all of his brothers, and wasn't so pushy with him as a whole. As a bond builds the man would slowly start to allow minor signs of affection to be passed in your way. Definitely the Asexual of them all.


Zephon-

Zephon was raised in the Sarafan's stronghold as an orphan, and was a lonesome, somewhat terrifying child. These traits are what solidified- and made for the strong foundation of his career, and he's proud of that. He wasn't always, however. Being “weird” and the only orphan as a child left him with nary an actual childhood friend, and potential lovers are harsh on those who know their secrets. He's romantically stinted- but if you can work your way under his exoskeleton he's an inexperienced, shy young man who really just wants to know he's loved and accepted by someone- by anyone- despite being “weird” and “deceitful”. Yes... He is the most jealous/clingy/will-probably-mess-up/doesn't-know-how-to-deal-with-his-feelings of he and his brothers, but it's all done with good intentions. He'll also get better about it the longer the relationship lasts. Will probably not leave the order for you- but will keep you as his lover and stay devoted. He simply can't leave the Sarafan, after all they have done for him.


Melchiah-

Melchiah has seen better days as a man. He was once a friar, and generally romantic and sexual notions are beyond him. He feels he's far too old for that sort of thing, but then again he loves being proven wrong. Anyone under thirty for him would make him feel uncomfortable, however. He'd really be satisfied with a relationship soley based on companionship. Unlife lasts forever- might as well spend it with someone you like. Good news is; hey. Kicka** doctor for a man-friend. Eternity is going to be a bit off for you! He's old. He can leave the order if the vampire menace is under control, riiight? If someone really needs to be healed they can come FIND him.





It is 1:30 am and I got work in the morning... But no. I had to bard-of-heart because its; "What I do". Fine take your darn vampire hunters.

The dusk air was cool, and damp with remnants of previously fallen rain. Mud was caked on his boots, and the perspiration on his skin clung to him like a tight sheet.

The man was just barely so, in fact he was little more than just a boy with sinewy muscle drawn taught over spry ligaments and tissue. Muscle, perhaps, would have made him look more aged, should he have had any. A herder needs little more than his legs to tend his sheep- and a heart by which to set a cadence too.

His eyes were tired, overworked, stressed, as many his age were- it was the burden of the times on his position. Peasantry... Though, all humans, in one way or another, were peasantry to someone else.


Legs that could carry a hare, eyes much like a doe, neck swiveling about as if a dove... Existing as prey.

Eyes very unlike his watched his every move, no matter how minuscule they were. Every gesture, every wheezing breath, every protest of sore muscle against it's bearer. Every “step-step-crunch, step-step-crunch” of tall grass breaking under his ill-fit shoes.

The wandering eyes gazed, swiftly, to another pair- far away from where it hid. Those eyes did not look back; the fellow eyes kept locked on the young man and his flock.

The young man gazed up into the sky and let out a coughing sigh, walked around to the front of his herd and began to quietly chastise and coax the sheep back the other direction, back to safety. The predatory eyes narrowed and it's owner bit the inside of its cheek to sate the appetite, as he looked- once more to the eyes previously locked onto the boy- this time, they were locked on him. The predator gave a nod to the other, and in a moment, the other skulked forward, and made a scowl.

Distantly, the first could hear a snarling growl. It wasn't loud, in fact the boy wouldn't be able to hear it, but the sheep certainly did. A shame- for a moment he had hoped their prey would hear it as well.

The sheep, naturally stopped- some of them even went so far as to turn and head away from the aggressive noise, only to meet the mans crook gently. He seemed suspicious, but otherwise did no more but press further into the field... Towards home, to safety.

The first predator watched on, frowning, and moved slightly to his right, purposefully stamping on a branch.

The boy did hear that.

The young shepherd looked up- a gasp audible enough for him to hear filled the air and all the color from his pretty living face faded as the sheep darted off away from the snapping twig... Was he still standing there? Very well then.

The predator's nose rolled up and his brow pinched, what started as a low groan from the back of his throat rolled through his bared teeth in a loud, but ever- steady growl.

The sheep bolted- and so did their herder... The hunt was on- but it wouldn't be much longer now, even if it did not seem as so.

The first predator watched as the second stayed where he was- slipping above himself into a tree where he- in the boys panic- remained undetected... The moment the mortal passed under- and he was jumped.

Large claws met the herders face and neck- scars placed with a vice-like grip as the first- in a haze of smoke came forward.

“You waste my time,” he hissed. “You did damn near nothing, and your growl needs work.”

The second looked up. “What was I supposed to-” but the second, younger, wasn't even allowed to finish. The second looked most human compared to his teacher. He bore no face-paint, but his time would come, and barely had the onset of dark hair and yellow eyes.

“You aren't even giving it a swift death to save it from your embarrassment...” the other hissed.

The second looked down, and gripped the stunned, sobbing man's throat.

“Augh,” the elder grunted. “Sod it- do as I say. Relinquish it's neck.”

The younger, with no patience to argue did so.

“Hands on its cheeks... Sturdy now.”

Claws gripped the human's head and the younger looked to his elder.

“Now twist... Twist fast, twist hard, twist until you can feel it's back breaking. End it's existence- you have done more than enough to it already.”

The younger let out a sigh, and ignored the pleas for mercy of the man he had under his weight- it took three times before the body stopped fighting back, and sinewy muscles and thin bones broke to the weight of the young hunter.

“... You need more practice,” the elder said, grabbing the dead human and tossing it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Now we have little time before people begin to notice that the sheep have disappeared and the herder is gone... We must go.”

The second nodded sullenly and followed after his teacher in a puff of smoke.
The First Hunt
AKA-
A baby Reaver gettin' his butt handed to him by his superior on hunting.
Done in a made haze of fiction-inspiration.

Hope you like it!
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It was oft not that Kain awoke to find one of his Lieutenants awake having not slept the entirety of the day. The Elder, himself, relished in the opportunity to seek respite in comforting, warm duvets he once, long ago, was accustomed to. Though, Kain knew none of his lieutenants had ever experienced luxury like he had, he thought for certain that they too, would partake in a little enjoyment.

This was not the case for one of his middle children.

Rahab sat on one of the window-sills of the dining hall glaring slightly out into the cold, damp night, long before anyone else had surfaced, and occasionally, the new vampire would blink, maybe run his fingers through his hair and silently form words with his lips.

Kain let the lad be. Deep thought and curiosity was what the young one came to naturally, in fact, it was unlike Rahab to not think.

The pair of them sat in silence, and briefly, Kain even doubted that he had been detected, until he heard the gentle padding of slightly calloused feet tap across wooden floor.

“Good evening,” Raziel said, his silky voice filled with an exuberant amount of self-satisfaction. Kain's eyes flicked to his eldest, and inwardly cringed at the sight of Raziel standing there, in only his trousers and his hair turned asunder. It was Raziel's doing that allowed them welcome in this house; and he flaunted it like a prized hunt.

Presently, the eldest's face crinkled up. “You're still here?”

Rahab turned slightly, apparently noticing just then he had been addressed? “Hm? Oh. I beg your-... Good evening...” Rahab looked to Kain with some sort of fear in his eyes.

“Your elder asked you if you were 'still here'.”

“Oh,” Rahab seemed unconcerned and looked back to the window, pushing the curtains away. “Indeed.”

“Peculiar,” Raziel snorted, crossing his arms. “You've been there all day.”

Rahab turned back to look at his brother, his face sallow with annoyance. “I know not why you question me,” he remarked, sounding a little pinched. Then quietly the younger muttered; “as you did not rest, either.”

Raziel's eyes narrowed. “Fowl little wretch,” he started casually. “My activities are of no concern to you.”

“Ergo-,” Rahab nearly interrupted. “Mine, are of no concern to you.”

Kain neither cared, nor saw that it mattered what Raziel did to convince the matron of the house to let them take refuge there. However, what Raziel did was well-received for he and his kin.

“Thoughts,” Kain rumbled. “Are tiresome. Thoughts do not shelter you from rain, and sun, Rahab. A house will.”

Raziel beamed with victory.

Rahab's head sunk a tad, but he said nothing in protest.

“Actually,” Kain continued. “If you are to judge anyone at all for their matters- I think yours should come first... What have you been doing all day?”

Rahab's lips quivered open slightly, then closed, then furtively he glanced. “I... I have been thinking,” he said.

Raziel let out a snort.

Rahab shot him a glare. “About rain, and water.”

A moment passed, and Kain could feel his annoyance creep forward from the precipice of his throat.

“I beseech you, my lord, to let me elaborate.”

“Go.”

Rahab straightened a bit. “You said you could transform into mist, did you not?”

At this, Kain was taken aback, slightly. “This is not an explanation.”

“But can you?” Rahab asked again.

Raziel growled this time. “You DARE question your sire? The very man who's made your existence a possibility?”

“Quiet,” Kain snapped, a hand out to Raziel. “I may be OLDER than you, but I am more than capable of defending my own morale...” he glared back at Rahav. “And you,” he said. “Enough hypothetical anecdotes... Explain yourself.”

Rahab sighed, at a loss. “Rain and water, from a lake, or from a sky burns us just like fire would. It weakens us, and injures us all at once, but... What is mist, other than very sparse rain?”

Kain blinked, and watched Raziel's face soften a minuscule amount.

“I see my conjecture has piqued some sort of interest...” he said. “Let me continue to get the most of it. Mist cannot hurt us, but why? Is it not water? Why does it not hurt humans if it hurts us? After all- blood dries and scabs on surfaces because there is water inside of it that will later dissipate into the air.”

Raziel's face screwed up into a scowl of confusion.

“If so,” Rahab continued. “Then why does one form hurt us; and the other does not?”

Kain found himself thinking a little more and more on it, as Rahab turned to gaze at him with a somewhat desperate look in his young, glassy eyes.

“... I know not,” Kain admitted.

And then the boy... Smiled. A smile that was hopeful and small, but a smile nonetheless.

“And then,” Rahab continued. “It only becomes more complicated. If we think of this- the very air that we breathe has water in it. So why does air not harm us?”

“... Perhaps it does,” Raziel suggested, pride tossed aside, and his fingers brushing along his chin. Raziel looked to his sire and continued. “Your skin was once like ours... And day by day it gets more coarse. What if-” he looked to Rahab. “What if the water in the air is what has given he, and others before him stronger skin?”

Rahab turned and stood, walking closer to his brother. “I thought of that,” he said. “It mostly makes sense, but there is one thing which does not support it.”

“Which would be...?” Kain said, crossing his arms. “Enlighten us.”

“Blood,” Rahab articulated with a pointed finger. “We cannot ingest blood as a solid, and since blood is a liquid it must be diluted by some aqueous substance, and therefore- must be at least partially water.”

Kain thought for a moment. “... Humans need water as well,” he said. “And yet they still can over-drink themselves, and drown.”

Rahab looked to him and smiled. “Yes, but they do not burn as we do. A curiosity is it not? There are many facets of this condition which can be explored and it is endlessly fascinating. Why do only a few instances of water burn us? Why are we weak to it in the first place? Is there a great need for water in our diet?..

“Experiments could be made to put these questions to the test, though not without possibly harming our own offspring- something we cannot afford, now.”

Raziel glanced slightly to Kain, then back to his brother. “You spent all day, staring at the rain, thinking of this?”

Raziel's simple question was met with a quick, self-satisfied nod.

“Though I agree with you on not being able to afford experimentation,” Kain said. “Before one offers to test on another- they often test on themselves. If you plan to continue this, what do you intend to do about it?”

Rahab's smile faded and he looked down at his hand, and held it out. “... I... May have gotten a bit carried away, myself.”

Kain and Raziel peered down at his hand and noticed a blotchy-bright coloration streaking the back of his hand.

“... You burned yourself?” Raziel asked. “Knowingly?”

Rahab's hand shot back and he clutched it with his other. “I... I wanted to know what it felt like...” he sighed and rubbed the discolored area. “If you must know... I did try... On multiple occasions to get some rest it's just... The pain speaks for itself.”

Raziel sighed, his brows knitting into something that could actually be misconstrued for concern. “Do yourself a favor,” he said, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. “Rest if you can. Clearly you've given this much thought, and we need that kind of deep thinking among us. We have this place to rest for a few days. Sleep. Do not ponder on this more.”

Rahab gave his brother a difficult look and quietly rolled his head to the side- a clear popping sound echoed through the room.

“Very well, I have but to try,” Rahab noted. “But this is not over.”

“I doubt very well that it is,” Kain said as he watched his middle child walk from where he stood and through the doorway.

Raziel looked at his sire with a questioning look. “You seem... Unperturbed.”

“I am not,” Kain confirmed. “Rahab isn't the type to waste his thoughts on needless or frivolous things...”

“Is there truth in what he says?” Raziel smiled, though it was far from convincing, and Kain found himself unmoved.

“What bit of it?”

“All of it.”

Kain gave his eldest an unimpressed look. “Rahab's knowledge and deep pondering has suited him well before. Even he gets things wrong from time to time, but it is his wisdom which allows him to admit such a thing... I suspect that everything he stated is educated conjecture and observation.”

Raziel let out a thoughtful hum, then looked to the door. “It troubles me, is all” he said. “To think of him willingly... Placing his hand outside like so...” The firstborn gave an involuntary shiver. “He is either very brave, or very foolish... Which, I cannot tell yet.”

Kain's slightly calloused mouth peaked up into a grin. “He is one of your sharper brothers, Raziel. You would do well to keep him close, and make sure he doesn't get himself hurt beyond reason.”

Raziel looked back at his master in an unbelieving manner.

“Perhaps more importantly;” Kain then leaned slightly towards his eldest, “you would certainly earn better rapport from each of your siblings if you did willingly try to start heated debates.”

Raziel coughed and nodded, walking to the door. “Well... Perhaps... I could be a little less... Confrontational.”

“Yes, you do that,” Kain let his first son know in a velvety voice that bordered on threatening. “And gather some food while you're busy... You smell of perspiration, and not your own.”
A Pool of Burning Questions
WOW. It's been a long time since I wrote for the LoK fandom. In fact, the very first fanfics I ever wrote were for the Legacy of Kain series.
Long time no see, Kain, Raziel... Though, to be fair, I think the time apart did me some good in learning to portray you.

Wayyyy Pre-Nosgoth, post-Blood Omen 2.

Rahab's curiosity with water comes to the surface as a fledgling- and I expand a bit on his personality. Rahab is one of Kain's middle-children, and if you haven't seen/played the series- is one of the few vampires who grows to become immune to water.
It's alluded to that Rahab, while seemingly distant, is one of the smartest of Kain's Lieutenants- and his intelligence to eventually overcome his weakness to water is what besets him from his brethren. 
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SO in tandem with the Journal I wrote a few days ago heeerreeeee:

Awesome Game I May Help Write for!HEY GUYS A BIT RANDOM, I KNOW, but this is something really cool I think you'll like!
   So, with the recent vampire "revival" I was lead to the Kickstarter of Orbis Aerden- a vampire tabletop RPG in development very similar to Legacy of Kain, World of Darkness, and Call of Cthulhu, ect... It features different orders of vampires fighting and competing against each other and other aberrations in a victorian-esque land called Aerden, and is still in development.
  Now, I know I'm the type to throw my money at this; but let me explain something that may make this deal come alive for you- by backing this project you help an independent game company finalize their game and get it off the ground-- and after a certain point you can actually help write the game along with them.
Like.
ACTUALLY WRITE.
WITH THEM.
How cool is THAT?
And you know what else is cool- I'm writing for them-- assuming the project gets funded. Currently the project has a kickstarter preview u


And with permission from the creators of Orbis Aerden: Reign of the Accursed I have FULL PERMISSION to discuss what I am going to write about.

I'm backing up to the EBON CERAPH level (at least at the present), which means that I will be collaborating in making a faction for the Faustahd Order. To think of it in terms those of you who haven't seen the kickstarter yet- I'm making a branch of a vampire family of Necromancer Vampires bent on coming back from the dust.

Now, for the juicy ideas I have. A Faustahd has to be created through Necromancy- they cannot simply be turned like any of the others... Unfortunately necromancy tends to have an unfair advantage and negative affects on those brought back to life- so the Society of Horrors (the vampire society) outlawed necromancy and more-or-less tried killing off the Faustahd.

But the Faustahd were smarter than that. Many of the Faustahd fled into the wilds out away from the strong influences of the society. Living cult-like lives and secretly gathering up undead minions to come back and seek revenge for their near extinction... The problem for them is that they, like the rest of the society, over estimated how dire their numbers were.

Many Faustahd went underground in the city; living lives of people who needed to keep odd hours to avoid the sun. Morticians, doctors, nurses. Rather than hide behind the veil, the Urban Faustahd relished and hid under the noses of the mortals they served, and the society they were trying to escape. Still connected heavily to their necromancy- they also collected new members from their new position. Old politicians, influential women, teachers... Anyone and anything that could help with furthering the survival of the Urban Faustahd society.

And no offense to their wilder kin; but they aren't exactly too pleased with the idea of the same events happening all over again- this time with their own kin. In a flurry the Urban Fausted came out to the society or horrors and, rather than ousting them- offered their services. For all intents and purposes the Faustahd can touch the dead where the other Orders cannot, make abominations just as their wild kin can, using street animals like rats, dogs and cats, to combat their wilder counterparts. Tensions are high, and the Faustahd know not what will happen to them after the civil war-- then again... Who said they were trying to end the Civil war?
  • Mood: Excited
  • Reading: Orbis Aerden on Drive Thru RPG
  • Watching: The Clock
  • Eating: A sandwich
  • Drinking: Water(sigh)

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Majorfreakingcupcake Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank youuuu... You bring me inner rainbows for remembering my day of birth... And existence.
Even though I've been kinda en hiatus.
Still though.
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