Nurgul has now learned how to create more powerful creatures. He is busy overseeing the construction of a temple.
The Fathomless is crafting spells when he notices a broken thread in the Weave. He notices the area around it is loose and no magic flows through it. He cannot fix these threads, and names the null-magic pocket the the Nulla Magicae area.
*Can I have my next greater will as level 3 (or at least 2)?*
*level 2*
Nurgul sees a cloaked human approaching the temple. They’re clutching a pendant with a strange symbol in their hand, a spiral with an eye at the center, and chanting some ancient words of power. A strange aura surrounds them.
*OK*
Seven large warriors step in front of Nurgul. "Halt." Nurgul calls.
They stop.
”I seek an audience with the God of plagues?”
The warriors step aside but keep their weapons raised. Nurgul's armoured form stands behind them. "An audience, hmm? You have one. Who are you?"
“My name is not important. But I am a part of a great organization… a cult, is what others call it, that enact the will of our great master from beneath the earth. I need something from you…”
Nurgul puts his hand on something beneath his cloak. "Which is?"
“I was told to ask for you to give us a deadly plague, contagious and lethal, and to infect me with it. Preferably it should take a few days to kill someone. We do not care of the specifics of the plague, but in exchange we come with a gift if you comply.” From beneath his cloak he takes out a small vile, full of a greenish purple liquid, bubbling and rising and hissing.
”venom infused with divine power. Extremely deadly, or you could extract its power for yourself, I’m assuming it’s not that hard for a greater will to do.” (It has 3,000 power points worth of power, does that much worth of damage to whoever drinks it or Nurgul could just take the power or use it for something else)
Nurgul stares at the vial. "Whom do you serve?"
“That is again, not important. But if you must know, they dwell in the underworld.”
Nurgul raises a hand, and tendrils of... something reach out into the man's temples. He is suddenly wracked with pain greater than anything he has ever felt. "Who. Do. You. Serve?"
Nurgul has now learned how to create more powerful creatures. He is busy overseeing the construction of a temple.
The Fathomless is crafting spells when he notices a broken thread in the Weave. He notices the area around it is loose and no magic flows through it. He cannot fix these threads, and names the null-magic pocket the the Nulla Magicae area.
*Can I have my next greater will as level 3 (or at least 2)?*
*level 2*
Nurgul sees a cloaked human approaching the temple. They’re clutching a pendant with a strange symbol in their hand, a spiral with an eye at the center, and chanting some ancient words of power. A strange aura surrounds them.
*OK*
Seven large warriors step in front of Nurgul. "Halt." Nurgul calls.
They stop.
”I seek an audience with the God of plagues?”
The warriors step aside but keep their weapons raised. Nurgul's armoured form stands behind them. "An audience, hmm? You have one. Who are you?"
“My name is not important. But I am a part of a great organization… a cult, is what others call it, that enact the will of our great master from beneath the earth. I need something from you…”
Nurgul puts his hand on something beneath his cloak. "Which is?"
“I was told to ask for you to give us a deadly plague, contagious and lethal, and to infect me with it. Preferably it should take a few days to kill someone. We do not care of the specifics of the plague, but in exchange we come with a gift if you comply.” From beneath his cloak he takes out a small vile, full of a greenish purple liquid, bubbling and rising and hissing.
”venom infused with divine power. Extremely deadly, or you could extract its power for yourself, I’m assuming it’s not that hard for a greater will to do.” (It has 3,000 power points worth of power, does that much worth of damage to whoever drinks it or Nurgul could just take the power or use it for something else)
Nurgul stares at the vial. "Whom do you serve?"
“That is again, not important. But if you must know, they dwell in the underworld.”
Nurgul raises a hand, and tendrils of... something reach out into the man's temples. He is suddenly wracked with pain greater than anything he has ever felt. "Who. Do. You. Serve?"
“F-Faltros-“ he mutters.
"I knew it." Nurgul takes out a crossbow and loads in a jagged bolt dripping with venom. He shoots the man in the leg. "You had better make it back to your King Below quickly. You have one day to live." The Lord of plagues walks up and snatches the vial, before signalling to his warriors to herd the unfortunate soul out.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Nurgul has now learned how to create more powerful creatures. He is busy overseeing the construction of a temple.
The Fathomless is crafting spells when he notices a broken thread in the Weave. He notices the area around it is loose and no magic flows through it. He cannot fix these threads, and names the null-magic pocket the the Nulla Magicae area.
*Can I have my next greater will as level 3 (or at least 2)?*
*level 2*
Nurgul sees a cloaked human approaching the temple. They’re clutching a pendant with a strange symbol in their hand, a spiral with an eye at the center, and chanting some ancient words of power. A strange aura surrounds them.
*OK*
Seven large warriors step in front of Nurgul. "Halt." Nurgul calls.
They stop.
”I seek an audience with the God of plagues?”
The warriors step aside but keep their weapons raised. Nurgul's armoured form stands behind them. "An audience, hmm? You have one. Who are you?"
“My name is not important. But I am a part of a great organization… a cult, is what others call it, that enact the will of our great master from beneath the earth. I need something from you…”
Nurgul puts his hand on something beneath his cloak. "Which is?"
“I was told to ask for you to give us a deadly plague, contagious and lethal, and to infect me with it. Preferably it should take a few days to kill someone. We do not care of the specifics of the plague, but in exchange we come with a gift if you comply.” From beneath his cloak he takes out a small vile, full of a greenish purple liquid, bubbling and rising and hissing.
”venom infused with divine power. Extremely deadly, or you could extract its power for yourself, I’m assuming it’s not that hard for a greater will to do.” (It has 3,000 power points worth of power, does that much worth of damage to whoever drinks it or Nurgul could just take the power or use it for something else)
Nurgul stares at the vial. "Whom do you serve?"
“That is again, not important. But if you must know, they dwell in the underworld.”
Nurgul raises a hand, and tendrils of... something reach out into the man's temples. He is suddenly wracked with pain greater than anything he has ever felt. "Who. Do. You. Serve?"
“F-Faltros-“ he mutters.
"I knew it." Nurgul takes out a crossbow and loads in a jagged bolt dripping with venom. He shoots the man in the leg. "You had better make it back to your King Below quickly. You have one day to live." The Lord of plagues walks up and snatches the vial, before signalling to his warriors to herd the unfortunate soul out.
He screams in pain as he’s shot in the leg. As he’s escorted away, Nurgle notices a murder of seven giant crows, the size of large dogs, circling miles above the man. Their feathers are tinted green and one of them has three eyes.
the storm lord is making a great ocean, along with saltwater rivers coming from and looping back into it. the ocean is home to krakens, who drive its currents.
from the pile of scales arises a dragonborn, herald and champion of the storm lord.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
Crotalus is stalking through the underworld with his pistols in hand.
Crotalus, the ruler god of that giant city, Cogintius, is searching for us. He believes we might be working with Faltros or causing chaos in their domain for our own reasons. He visited the desert just a bit after we left and I contacted him.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
Crotalus is stalking through the underworld with his pistols in hand.
Crotalus, the ruler god of that giant city, Cogintius, is searching for us. He believes we might be working with Faltros or causing chaos in their domain for our own reasons. He visited the desert just a bit after we left and I contacted him.
He thinks I am in league with Faltros? Has he forgotten that I defended his city from that devil's hoards? I reckon I should have left someone back home to talk with him.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
It squawks in fear and quickly flies to the center of the flock, away from Raziel. The flock slowly descends into an outer part of the city, perching on trees and houses, observing the city.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
It squawks in fear and quickly flies to the center of the flock, away from Raziel. The flock slowly descends into an outer part of the city, perching on trees and houses, observing the city.
“Oh. Okay. You come into my city, my country, and you don’t even pay your respects?” I sigh,
”Fine. I’ll come to you.” I spread my golden wings and descend upon the city.
Crotalus is stalking through the underworld with his pistols in hand.
Crotalus, the ruler god of that giant city, Cogintius, is searching for us. He believes we might be working with Faltros or causing chaos in their domain for our own reasons. He visited the desert just a bit after we left and I contacted him.
He thinks I am in league with Faltros? Has he forgotten that I defended his city from that devil's hoards? I reckon I should have left someone back home to talk with him.
I believe that he may be down here looking for us as well, he mentioned he would. So he might be down here with us.
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
It squawks in fear and quickly flies to the center of the flock, away from Raziel. The flock slowly descends into an outer part of the city, perching on trees and houses, observing the city.
“Oh. Okay. You come into my city, my country, and you don’t even pay your respects?” I sigh,
”Fine. I’ll come to you.” I spread my golden wings and descend upon the city.
The crows, which seem incapable of speech, avoid him at every opportunity. They otherwise act like… mostly normal crows.
Crotalus is stalking through the underworld with his pistols in hand.
Crotalus, the ruler god of that giant city, Cogintius, is searching for us. He believes we might be working with Faltros or causing chaos in their domain for our own reasons. He visited the desert just a bit after we left and I contacted him.
He thinks I am in league with Faltros? Has he forgotten that I defended his city from that devil's hoards? I reckon I should have left someone back home to talk with him.
I believe that he may be down here looking for us as well, he mentioned he would. So he might be down here with us.
Hmm. A little help might be nice. That is, I'd need to convince him I ain't no villain. Do you know where he is?
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
It squawks in fear and quickly flies to the center of the flock, away from Raziel. The flock slowly descends into an outer part of the city, perching on trees and houses, observing the city.
“Oh. Okay. You come into my city, my country, and you don’t even pay your respects?” I sigh,
”Fine. I’ll come to you.” I spread my golden wings and descend upon the city.
The crows, which seem incapable of speech, avoid him at every opportunity. They otherwise act like… mostly normal crows.
“I get the sense that you’re watching me and sending information back to whoever sent you.” I say.
”I am Raziel. I am the creator of this country, Idris. This city was made by the Nephilim, my other creations. Their blood is mixed with mine.” Show yourself, or I will follow these crows back to where they came from and find you myself.”
“F-Faltros-“ he mutters.
"I knew it." Nurgul takes out a crossbow and loads in a jagged bolt dripping with venom. He shoots the man in the leg. "You had better make it back to your King Below quickly. You have one day to live." The Lord of plagues walks up and snatches the vial, before signalling to his warriors to herd the unfortunate soul out.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*gtg. I had a lot of fun typing that*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
He screams in pain as he’s shot in the leg. As he’s escorted away, Nurgle notices a murder of seven giant crows, the size of large dogs, circling miles above the man. Their feathers are tinted green and one of them has three eyes.
*he wanted a demesne.*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*here*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
*BACK IN THE ORDER DOMAIN BABYYYY*
Raziel flies high above the country of Idris, and the city of Alicante, the first and only in the country. *dw the domain is not overrun by Idris it’s quite small*
He observes with care and consideration, noting their progress with every passing day.
”Little Nephilim…do this world proud.”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
Raziel notices something… a dark shadow moving closer and closer to the City of Alicante, moving across the sky like a cloud. Or well, many small clouds. It seems to be a flock of crows, twenty of them at least. But giant crows the size of dogs and with greenish tinted feathers. Three or four of them have an extra eye.
Crotalus is stalking through the underworld with his pistols in hand.
“Shall I let them handle this? It’s about time they proved themselves.” I mutter to myself,
”they’ve got my gifts, my blood in their veins…or maybe he’s just coming for a little chat…I’m awfully bored.”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
Crotalus, the ruler god of that giant city, Cogintius, is searching for us. He believes we might be working with Faltros or causing chaos in their domain for our own reasons. He visited the desert just a bit after we left and I contacted him.
One of the crows notice Raziel and they take a sharp turn away from him, but they quickly correct their course back to the city.
(How big is the city exactly? Like population and size wise)
(Just over 1000. Sprawling canal city. On a hill. There’s a plain that leads to a forest. After the forest is the border.)
My bright golden eyes sharply lock on to the bird. You get the message. I’m saying with my face, “You have entered my country. Be not afraid.” (That last sentence essentially means the reverse)
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
He thinks I am in league with Faltros? Has he forgotten that I defended his city from that devil's hoards? I reckon I should have left someone back home to talk with him.
It squawks in fear and quickly flies to the center of the flock, away from Raziel. The flock slowly descends into an outer part of the city, perching on trees and houses, observing the city.
“Oh. Okay. You come into my city, my country, and you don’t even pay your respects?” I sigh,
”Fine. I’ll come to you.” I spread my golden wings and descend upon the city.
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
I believe that he may be down here looking for us as well, he mentioned he would. So he might be down here with us.
The crows, which seem incapable of speech, avoid him at every opportunity. They otherwise act like… mostly normal crows.
Hmm. A little help might be nice. That is, I'd need to convince him I ain't no villain. Do you know where he is?
“I get the sense that you’re watching me and sending information back to whoever sent you.” I say.
”I am Raziel. I am the creator of this country, Idris. This city was made by the Nephilim, my other creations. Their blood is mixed with mine.” Show yourself, or I will follow these crows back to where they came from and find you myself.”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
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