Aldegar City, a city of commerce. This gigantic city was ruled by one king, King Edward Aldegar XII. Him and his three sons, Allistar, Jonathan and Samuel, were not known to be progressive leaders. Edward's policy has always been in favor of the Human race. Those who's blood is different would not receive a warm welcome, or in some cases wouldn't even be tolerated at all.
Like most cities of this size, Aldegar City was split up in three parts. The Merchant's District, where the streets are filled with marketstalls selling all sorts of produce the local farmers harvested recently this summer. Besides that there were stores selling all sorts of goods; weapons, armor, food, trinkets, flowers, fruit, whatever you needed was found here. The amount of people in this district was staggering, and most of these were not even citizens of Aldegar, but rather travelers who stopped by in order to visit this grand place.
Next was the Royal Quarters. Highborn and nobles had their homes here. Rich merchants found themselves living here as well. Of all the districts this was guarded the most thanks to the high stone wall that separated this place from the rest of the city. The royal palace was here as well, and could be seen from anywhere in the vicinity. A huge building with many towers and golden statues of knights and hooded men, having an owl's face instead of their own.
The final district was known as the Commonors' Row. Here the common louts found themselves, as well as those who weren't of the human race. This district was much less clean and had a foul odor about it. Strangely enough, the main gate was in this district, which forced any man or woman of wealth to pass through this ill reputed area. Those who seemed like they had anything of significant value would cross here with personal guards, as this place was known for its many thieves. Of all the districts, Commonors' Row had the most taverns, and in one of those, Sylass found himself.
In a tavern known as the Hairy Groat, this Lizardman found himself chugging down ale. This one had hoped to find work here as a mercenary, but it would seem he was not even welcome in the Merchant's District! 'Too beastly' they called him. No one who had money and troubles to spare would come in a place like this, so he found himself stuck here, drinking until he had enough and would leave this racist city once and for all. Besides him, there weren't many patrons. Most were either out in the fields harvesting or selling their goods at the Merchant's District.
All seemed peaceful for now, but none of the people here could know this was about to change very quickly.
Like most cities of this size, Aldegar City was split up in three parts. The Merchant's District, where the streets are filled with marketstalls selling all sorts of produce the local farmers harvested recently this summer. Besides that there were stores selling all sorts of goods; weapons, armor, food, trinkets, flowers, fruit, whatever you needed was found here. The amount of people in this district was staggering, and most of these were not even citizens of Aldegar, but rather travelers who stopped by in order to visit this grand place.
Next was the Royal Quarters. Highborn and nobles had their homes here. Rich merchants found themselves living here as well. Of all the districts this was guarded the most thanks to the high stone wall that separated this place from the rest of the city. The royal palace was here as well, and could be seen from anywhere in the vicinity. A huge building with many towers and golden statues of knights and hooded men, having an owl's face instead of their own.
The final district was known as the Commonors' Row. Here the common louts found themselves, as well as those who weren't of the human race. This district was much less clean and had a foul odor about it. Strangely enough, the main gate was in this district, which forced any man or woman of wealth to pass through this ill reputed area. Those who seemed like they had anything of significant value would cross here with personal guards, as this place was known for its many thieves. Of all the districts, Commonors' Row had the most taverns, and in one of those, Sylass found himself.
In a tavern known as the Hairy Groat, this Lizardman found himself chugging down ale. This one had hoped to find work here as a mercenary, but it would seem he was not even welcome in the Merchant's District! 'Too beastly' they called him. No one who had money and troubles to spare would come in a place like this, so he found himself stuck here, drinking until he had enough and would leave this racist city once and for all. Besides him, there weren't many patrons. Most were either out in the fields harvesting or selling their goods at the Merchant's District.
All seemed peaceful for now, but none of the people here could know this was about to change very quickly.
Pearl's green eyes looked over the people she passed from beneath the shawl wrapped around her head and shoulders. The crowd parted for her easily, likely only because the large canine at her side was an imposing presence. The boerboel was a tall dog, reaching her hips easily with a gorgeous shiny coat of brown and a dark brown muzzle.
"Mossfoot, no." Her gentle voice was almost stern. No matter how angry she got, her voice never managed to sound more than annoyed or command absolute obedience. Still, the dog hesitated and then turned his face away from the meat stall, falling back into place at her side. Pearl petted his head affectionately and headed for one of the taverns. The bag slung over her shoulder was empty, but her pouch was heavy and full in the folds of her dress - the result of a successful day at the merchants district. She hoped her customers would feel better once they started wearing her knitted clothes, carrying secretly woven in spells to improve their health.
Pearl opened the door to the Hairy Groat, stepping inside first before allowing Mossfoot to follow her. It wasn't very busy, just as she'd hoped, and she told the dog to sit and stay by a table while she went up to the tender. "A hot brew for myself and a meaty meal for my dog, please." She slid a couple of coins across the counter and gave the tender a shy smile before looking down at her fidgeting hands, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Mossfoot, no." Her gentle voice was almost stern. No matter how angry she got, her voice never managed to sound more than annoyed or command absolute obedience. Still, the dog hesitated and then turned his face away from the meat stall, falling back into place at her side. Pearl petted his head affectionately and headed for one of the taverns. The bag slung over her shoulder was empty, but her pouch was heavy and full in the folds of her dress - the result of a successful day at the merchants district. She hoped her customers would feel better once they started wearing her knitted clothes, carrying secretly woven in spells to improve their health.
Pearl opened the door to the Hairy Groat, stepping inside first before allowing Mossfoot to follow her. It wasn't very busy, just as she'd hoped, and she told the dog to sit and stay by a table while she went up to the tender. "A hot brew for myself and a meaty meal for my dog, please." She slid a couple of coins across the counter and gave the tender a shy smile before looking down at her fidgeting hands, trying to avoid eye contact.
Crow’s coarse shoes carried her form between an alleyway’s walls. A muddied puddle or two ripples as Crow’s coarse shoe passes, her pale gaze and neutral-expression facing forward. A begger, behind a crate, and sitting himself upon a smaller box, holds out his hands as Crow passes, though her right hand does remove itself from her ripped robes. The beggar’s head lifts upward, “Oh, thank ye kind miss, iss!”
The crate underneath the beggar shakes violently, four short wooden pegs erupting from its sides and planting themselves upon the disheveled street, pushing the beggar’s form upward, slightly. The beggar leaps to his feet and runs, cursing and blessing himself. The box’s top slowly rips itself apart, pieces of wood splintering and wood shards scattering to the cobblestones below. Jagged, tooth-like teeth form out of the wood, snapping open and stopping its motion. Crow’s right pointer and middle finger lift twice, as her coarse shoes carry her form towards the tavern, the Hairy Goat. The box’s short, wooden legs carried itself beside Crow’s tattered robes.
Crow’s right hand pushes the tavern’s door open, her pale gaze drifting towards the bartender and the people crowded around the bartender’s counter-top. Her form seats itself upon the nearest table, her form faintly illuminated by a crystal, near her belt, and her left eye covered by the dip of her dirtied, three-cornered hat. Her hands place themselves idly upon her lap, while the box moves itself underneath her chair, its steady, but quiet breath escaping its otherwise still and un-moving form.
The crate underneath the beggar shakes violently, four short wooden pegs erupting from its sides and planting themselves upon the disheveled street, pushing the beggar’s form upward, slightly. The beggar leaps to his feet and runs, cursing and blessing himself. The box’s top slowly rips itself apart, pieces of wood splintering and wood shards scattering to the cobblestones below. Jagged, tooth-like teeth form out of the wood, snapping open and stopping its motion. Crow’s right pointer and middle finger lift twice, as her coarse shoes carry her form towards the tavern, the Hairy Goat. The box’s short, wooden legs carried itself beside Crow’s tattered robes.
Crow’s right hand pushes the tavern’s door open, her pale gaze drifting towards the bartender and the people crowded around the bartender’s counter-top. Her form seats itself upon the nearest table, her form faintly illuminated by a crystal, near her belt, and her left eye covered by the dip of her dirtied, three-cornered hat. Her hands place themselves idly upon her lap, while the box moves itself underneath her chair, its steady, but quiet breath escaping its otherwise still and un-moving form.
After a day of tiresome travel, Aranel sought refuge in one of the more affordable taverns. Her funds were running low and she needed to get home before the week was up - she had a customer waiting in said town for one of her infamous tombstones. She was a magnificent artist when it came to chiseling and sculpting images out of stone, and at the moment it appeared to be her primary source of income aside for the monthly allowance her father spoiled her with.
And she managed to blow it all within the past two weeks? Well, not exactly. On her way here, she had been robbed while gathering firewood away from her dying campfire. She still carried change in her pocket, enough to get her through the rest of the week should she skimp on meals and avoid sleeping in a tavern. It set her back, but after a while of growling and fussing about it, she finally came to terms that she'd been robbed and there was nothing she could do about it. So she pressed on.
So here she was, in all her glory! Which... really wasn't much. She was an awkwardly small thing carrying a large pack full of various items. Bedroll, rations, rope, a few long nails (sometimes she needed to catch some food rather than buying it, and creating a trap out of rope and the nails was easy enough), quite a few books including sketchpads, and a myriad of other things.
The books alone were heavy, but with everything else, it was excrutiating to carry for long periods of time. At least for someone who wasn't conditioned to carry all that.... But the books helped her stay sane in these days of silence and solitude, so they were well worth the pain.
Inside the tavern now, she approached the keep and noted the women beside her. "I'd just like some water please. And some um... hm. Some bread. An entire loaf if you have it." She needed something to last her a few days!
Her head rotated a bit, a finger pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. There really wasn't a whole lot of people here today, huh? That being said, she did see Sylass. Oddly enough, she felt a little bit of pity for the fellow. Surely he had been scrutinized and judged at some point, but she'd say nothing. No one liked hearing piteous remarks.
After paying and receiving her simple order, she sat down in a corner somewhere, awkwardly placing her backpack in one of the other chairs at her table.
And she managed to blow it all within the past two weeks? Well, not exactly. On her way here, she had been robbed while gathering firewood away from her dying campfire. She still carried change in her pocket, enough to get her through the rest of the week should she skimp on meals and avoid sleeping in a tavern. It set her back, but after a while of growling and fussing about it, she finally came to terms that she'd been robbed and there was nothing she could do about it. So she pressed on.
So here she was, in all her glory! Which... really wasn't much. She was an awkwardly small thing carrying a large pack full of various items. Bedroll, rations, rope, a few long nails (sometimes she needed to catch some food rather than buying it, and creating a trap out of rope and the nails was easy enough), quite a few books including sketchpads, and a myriad of other things.
The books alone were heavy, but with everything else, it was excrutiating to carry for long periods of time. At least for someone who wasn't conditioned to carry all that.... But the books helped her stay sane in these days of silence and solitude, so they were well worth the pain.
Inside the tavern now, she approached the keep and noted the women beside her. "I'd just like some water please. And some um... hm. Some bread. An entire loaf if you have it." She needed something to last her a few days!
Her head rotated a bit, a finger pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. There really wasn't a whole lot of people here today, huh? That being said, she did see Sylass. Oddly enough, she felt a little bit of pity for the fellow. Surely he had been scrutinized and judged at some point, but she'd say nothing. No one liked hearing piteous remarks.
After paying and receiving her simple order, she sat down in a corner somewhere, awkwardly placing her backpack in one of the other chairs at her table.
"Over there! a fire, it just happened out of nowhere, it just up and combusted like oil catching fire! the whole house is burning!" two men were running to the scene where a small house, one of the expensive ones that you could find in the Commoners row was set on fire. Men grabbed buckets of water to put the house out, Guards watched and laughed and women kept their kids from looking because the house wasn't empty.
A male, totally engulfed in flames bust through the doors running around screaming "PUT IT OUT!" He screamed rolling around in a puddle trying to put himself out. Some of the men trying to put the fire out threw water on him but it wasn't working.
His screams finally died out as the inferno burned on. The charred body lay still and lifeless burned completely from head to toe and all the people that gathered to around the fire could only stare at the raging inferno, any attempts they made trying to put the fire out was futile,
A dark female figure watched from the shadows, her face completely covered by the darkness of her hooded robe. She turned and walked from the flaming house, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Delilah came across a tavern that looked interesting, not as run down as the other though. Her slender figure approached the doors and she looked up at the name before she entered "The Hairy Groat, Sounds like it'll be an experience" she said to herself sitting on a bar stool opposite the barman "Give me some of your finest ale!" she demanded pulling back her hood. Her black hair falling perfectly down to her lower back and her ash grey eyes looked down at her hip pouch as she rooted for money inside it.
She pulled out how much she'd needed and gave the bar keeper some extra as tip, it was rare for the bar keeper to get tip in the Commoner's Row for all were too poor to provide for themselves or their families. She smiled at her glass and chugged it down in one go, her cheeks flushing red in mere seconds. She smile half drunk at every one and asked for another "Good man, give me another!" she demanded. The bar keeper didn't even think twice.
A male, totally engulfed in flames bust through the doors running around screaming "PUT IT OUT!" He screamed rolling around in a puddle trying to put himself out. Some of the men trying to put the fire out threw water on him but it wasn't working.
His screams finally died out as the inferno burned on. The charred body lay still and lifeless burned completely from head to toe and all the people that gathered to around the fire could only stare at the raging inferno, any attempts they made trying to put the fire out was futile,
A dark female figure watched from the shadows, her face completely covered by the darkness of her hooded robe. She turned and walked from the flaming house, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Delilah came across a tavern that looked interesting, not as run down as the other though. Her slender figure approached the doors and she looked up at the name before she entered "The Hairy Groat, Sounds like it'll be an experience" she said to herself sitting on a bar stool opposite the barman "Give me some of your finest ale!" she demanded pulling back her hood. Her black hair falling perfectly down to her lower back and her ash grey eyes looked down at her hip pouch as she rooted for money inside it.
She pulled out how much she'd needed and gave the bar keeper some extra as tip, it was rare for the bar keeper to get tip in the Commoner's Row for all were too poor to provide for themselves or their families. She smiled at her glass and chugged it down in one go, her cheeks flushing red in mere seconds. She smile half drunk at every one and asked for another "Good man, give me another!" she demanded. The bar keeper didn't even think twice.
There were two barkeeps today. A portly man with a balding head and a very thick mustache together with presumably his daughter, a young girl, around the age of twelve with raven black hair and a thick white apron fitting her stained brown dress very well. She was the one who noticed Pearl's boerboel the first, and though most of the patrons seemed a bit scared by the massive size of the beast, she seemed enchanted by it, and gladly took Pearl's order."Sure thing, ma'am. Coming right up." She said in a cheerful matter as she ran in the back of the tavern, preparing a hot drink for Pearl and some leftover beef for her 'pup'.
Luckily for Crow, the bartender was busy cleaning some used mugs, and did not yet notice the walking box following her. For now she went unnoticed, for the bartender had to take up the offer of a weary traveler named Aranel."Of course, ma'am. Coming right up." He spoke as he grabbed one of his cleaned mug and filled it fresh water from a large keg, as he didn't have a tap for water. From below the bar he grabbed a fresh loaf of bread."There we are. That'll be seven coppers, ma'am. You a traveler? How's the road these days?" He asked as soon as he handed her food 'n drink over.
In the meantime, the bartender's daughter would hop out of the kitchen, bringing forth a bowl of warm vegetable soup as well as a slab of beef for Mossfoot. As soon as she sat it down she kneeled down before the massive dog and patted it over the head, without fear of getting bit."Your dog is pretty." She stated before she got up (or got bitten).
The bar was getting crowded! Good! The tender could use the money. As soon as Delilah ordered her drink he got some of his most fancy brandy avaiable, gladly pouring the drink in every time he got the coin from the woman. But this cheer would soon end.
A man smelling of ash ran into the bar."Gaston, did you hear about the homestead!? Rogers' hovel just burned to the ground!" The patrons looked up, but none were exactly grief stricken. Gaston the bartender just laughed."Good riddance. The guy was as corrupt as one o' them Royal Quarter halfwits." He scoffed. That seemed to be the end of it, but the messenger had a look around the tavern. More notably, under Crow's chair. And then he screamed, noticing the little legs and teeth."WITCH!! WITCHCRAFT!!" In a state of wettened pants, the man kicked the door back open and ran off.
The patrons, including the bartender and his daughter were in a state of shock. But Gaston dared speak."No... No please, I-I can't have any more guards in my tavern! Not again! Please, just leave.. Elsa, get away from her!" He would have let it at that, but he did notice Sylass was heavily armed."You there, sir! Please, please chase this witch out of here, I beg of you, I can pay!"
Sylass had been taking note of everyone in the room, staying unusually quiet, and he did notice the walking box. It was nothing frightening to him. It looked like it could barely scrape his knees. Heck, even the dog Pearl brought along was more of a threat! Never the less, Sylass could finally make a bit of money. How he waited for this!"Very well." The Lizard said as he stood up and walked for Crow, getting his mace from his belt."Witch somehow angered bartender. Now Witch leave or Sylass smash walking box." He hissed at her. He never really did understand magic, but this seemed pretty harmless to him.
Luckily for Crow, the bartender was busy cleaning some used mugs, and did not yet notice the walking box following her. For now she went unnoticed, for the bartender had to take up the offer of a weary traveler named Aranel."Of course, ma'am. Coming right up." He spoke as he grabbed one of his cleaned mug and filled it fresh water from a large keg, as he didn't have a tap for water. From below the bar he grabbed a fresh loaf of bread."There we are. That'll be seven coppers, ma'am. You a traveler? How's the road these days?" He asked as soon as he handed her food 'n drink over.
In the meantime, the bartender's daughter would hop out of the kitchen, bringing forth a bowl of warm vegetable soup as well as a slab of beef for Mossfoot. As soon as she sat it down she kneeled down before the massive dog and patted it over the head, without fear of getting bit."Your dog is pretty." She stated before she got up (or got bitten).
The bar was getting crowded! Good! The tender could use the money. As soon as Delilah ordered her drink he got some of his most fancy brandy avaiable, gladly pouring the drink in every time he got the coin from the woman. But this cheer would soon end.
A man smelling of ash ran into the bar."Gaston, did you hear about the homestead!? Rogers' hovel just burned to the ground!" The patrons looked up, but none were exactly grief stricken. Gaston the bartender just laughed."Good riddance. The guy was as corrupt as one o' them Royal Quarter halfwits." He scoffed. That seemed to be the end of it, but the messenger had a look around the tavern. More notably, under Crow's chair. And then he screamed, noticing the little legs and teeth."WITCH!! WITCHCRAFT!!" In a state of wettened pants, the man kicked the door back open and ran off.
The patrons, including the bartender and his daughter were in a state of shock. But Gaston dared speak."No... No please, I-I can't have any more guards in my tavern! Not again! Please, just leave.. Elsa, get away from her!" He would have let it at that, but he did notice Sylass was heavily armed."You there, sir! Please, please chase this witch out of here, I beg of you, I can pay!"
Sylass had been taking note of everyone in the room, staying unusually quiet, and he did notice the walking box. It was nothing frightening to him. It looked like it could barely scrape his knees. Heck, even the dog Pearl brought along was more of a threat! Never the less, Sylass could finally make a bit of money. How he waited for this!"Very well." The Lizard said as he stood up and walked for Crow, getting his mace from his belt."Witch somehow angered bartender. Now Witch leave or Sylass smash walking box." He hissed at her. He never really did understand magic, but this seemed pretty harmless to him.
Pearl knew how much the dog intimidated other people, which was exactly the reason she brought him along with her on trips into the city. He would never hurt a fly, unless someone attacked her or she instructed him to do so. In all other situations he was truly just a seriously over-sized pup.
She thanked the girl with a smile and waited at her table, glancing at Crow and the other patrons only briefly. She didn't like to be caught watching people and kept to herself. Idle petting of the dog's enormous head occupied her attention until the girl returned with her order. She couldn't contain a wide smile at her affection for Mossfoot. "Yes he is, thank you" she agreed, moments before the dog dug into his meal.
Pearl had only eaten two scoops of soup before the terrible news was delivered to the innkeeper. Her gaze flitted between the tender and Gaston up until the man screamed and made his less than dignified exit. Her spoon dropped into the bowl in shock at the accusation, bracing herself for the inevitable. How did they know Pearl was a witch? Mossfoot, keen at picking up her sudden panic, got to his feet and began to growl lowly in warning.
However, the woman was quickly confused when nobody paid any attention to her. Movement caught her eye, and for the first time she saw the moving... box? The pieces clicked in her mind and she regarded Crow with alarm in her eyes. The second the lizard agreed to keep the guards out, Pearl nudged Mossfoot with her knee, a signal for him to quiet down but be on high alert, just in case. She wanted to get away as quickly as possible and not get caught up in the trouble here, but she didn't even get a chance to get out of her chair.
She thanked the girl with a smile and waited at her table, glancing at Crow and the other patrons only briefly. She didn't like to be caught watching people and kept to herself. Idle petting of the dog's enormous head occupied her attention until the girl returned with her order. She couldn't contain a wide smile at her affection for Mossfoot. "Yes he is, thank you" she agreed, moments before the dog dug into his meal.
Pearl had only eaten two scoops of soup before the terrible news was delivered to the innkeeper. Her gaze flitted between the tender and Gaston up until the man screamed and made his less than dignified exit. Her spoon dropped into the bowl in shock at the accusation, bracing herself for the inevitable. How did they know Pearl was a witch? Mossfoot, keen at picking up her sudden panic, got to his feet and began to growl lowly in warning.
However, the woman was quickly confused when nobody paid any attention to her. Movement caught her eye, and for the first time she saw the moving... box? The pieces clicked in her mind and she regarded Crow with alarm in her eyes. The second the lizard agreed to keep the guards out, Pearl nudged Mossfoot with her knee, a signal for him to quiet down but be on high alert, just in case. She wanted to get away as quickly as possible and not get caught up in the trouble here, but she didn't even get a chance to get out of her chair.
Aranel smiled and nodded. "Ahah, a little bit," she answered, giving them her coins and thanking them quietly. "I'm coming through from a job in another town. But I still have a little ways to go before I'm home." Her explanation came as something simple, and she seemed relatively at ease.
The large animal nearby was odd, yes, but it was interesting to look at. If it wasn't in the company of someone who could control it, she'd be nervous, but it seemed like it was tethered to a woman.
The events that followed caused her some alarm and confusion, and all she could really do was gawk and remain quiet. Perhaps it was because of the place she was from, but she honestly didn't see the problem with being a witch. "What's so wrong about it...? I mean, if I may ask?" she questioned. "Why is everyone so worked up? She wasn't doing anything different than anyone else...," she added, her voice trailing off in a mumble.
When curious, she didn't seem to have a filter. Polite, but... didn't know when to keep her mouth shut.
The large animal nearby was odd, yes, but it was interesting to look at. If it wasn't in the company of someone who could control it, she'd be nervous, but it seemed like it was tethered to a woman.
The events that followed caused her some alarm and confusion, and all she could really do was gawk and remain quiet. Perhaps it was because of the place she was from, but she honestly didn't see the problem with being a witch. "What's so wrong about it...? I mean, if I may ask?" she questioned. "Why is everyone so worked up? She wasn't doing anything different than anyone else...," she added, her voice trailing off in a mumble.
When curious, she didn't seem to have a filter. Polite, but... didn't know when to keep her mouth shut.
Sam was outside the city, picking mana-potion-related herbs for a client, with intense focus and careful skill.
Taking a well-earned break from all that excruciating labor, she rolled on to her back and examined the sky. That was when she noticed the smoke coming from the city.
She pulled herself to her feet. All her years of training and finely-honed adventuring instincts kicked in. It took her keen mind just a few seconds to come to a conclusion.
A true professional.
After a check of her bag, she decided she was ahead of schedule on mushroom-gathering. She started to make her way towards the city's gate.
Taking a well-earned break from all that excruciating labor, she rolled on to her back and examined the sky. That was when she noticed the smoke coming from the city.
She pulled herself to her feet. All her years of training and finely-honed adventuring instincts kicked in. It took her keen mind just a few seconds to come to a conclusion.
A true professional.
After a check of her bag, she decided she was ahead of schedule on mushroom-gathering. She started to make her way towards the city's gate.
Delilah raised her glass and chugged glass after glass of brandy. Noticing the large pup, she knelt down and gave it a half drunk smile "hey there *hiccup* big guy" she said talking to it like she was talking to a baby, slurring most of her words as she spoke.
Taking a few sips from the new glass she took a look around at her surroundings, there were more magic wielders in the bar than there seems.
Delilah tensed up, being very drunk she became unpredictable. She looked between the man-lizard,girl and huffed "ey!?" He called out to it "leave the girl alone ya large leather purse!" Being drunk she had no idea what she was saying "she hasn't done anything and, do you wanna know who set the building on fire?" She smirked, she had very red cheeks and hiccuped a few times.
She held the glass in her hand tightly, her hand was hot enough to boil the alcohol "besides, she's tiny. I could pay you twice as much to just stand there" she hiccuped again and laughed "just leave the girl alone" she threatened, blowing her black hair to the side.
Taking a few sips from the new glass she took a look around at her surroundings, there were more magic wielders in the bar than there seems.
Delilah tensed up, being very drunk she became unpredictable. She looked between the man-lizard,girl and huffed "ey!?" He called out to it "leave the girl alone ya large leather purse!" Being drunk she had no idea what she was saying "she hasn't done anything and, do you wanna know who set the building on fire?" She smirked, she had very red cheeks and hiccuped a few times.
She held the glass in her hand tightly, her hand was hot enough to boil the alcohol "besides, she's tiny. I could pay you twice as much to just stand there" she hiccuped again and laughed "just leave the girl alone" she threatened, blowing her black hair to the side.
Crow’s pale gaze drifted towards the bartender, lingering idly, before her head rises, her yellow eyes drifting towards the scared man, watching him leave. Crow’s lips part in a quiet sigh, as her tattered-cloth-covered hands push against the table, her chair sliding back, and her form standing straight. Crow’s gaze drifts between those within the room, before lingering upon the lizardman, her pale lips forming a slight frown, “You are a fool. If your intentions are towards gaining currency, then you should fall in line to what the bartender wants, unless you cannot understand what he wants, then you are but a fool.”
Crow’s coarse shoes carry her form around the table, her left hand pointing down, as the animated box seated itself upon its hind-stubs. Her form stops in front of the countertop, her gaze drifting towards the drunk femme, before the shaken bartender, her voice clear and concise, “Deliver unto me two loaves of bread, and I will leave.” Crow’s gaze drifts towards Aranel, “It is not what I have done, but it is the possibility of what I could do. For this, they are justified in their inherent fear. Do you understand?”
Crow’s coarse shoes carry her form around the table, her left hand pointing down, as the animated box seated itself upon its hind-stubs. Her form stops in front of the countertop, her gaze drifting towards the drunk femme, before the shaken bartender, her voice clear and concise, “Deliver unto me two loaves of bread, and I will leave.” Crow’s gaze drifts towards Aranel, “It is not what I have done, but it is the possibility of what I could do. For this, they are justified in their inherent fear. Do you understand?”
Oh now Sylass got actually angry! He had not been agressive before, but now he did not feel it justified to stay calm."Fool?! Sylass!? Witch dares insult one of Clan Blackscale?! Let Sylass tell witch who fool here is. Fool is one who brings life to lifeless things and expects commoners with no brains about magic to accept it! Witch is nothing more but a bully scaring children!" He spat at her. The drunk woman was not helping matters either."Drunk idiot must shut her trap lest Sylass makes purse out of her, instead!" It was so easy to tick this beastman off.
Meanwhile, now that Crow had moved, the other frightened patrons deemed it safe to leave. They quickly scurried for the door like mice running from a cat. Gaston the barman was just shivering in his boots, afraid this witch might turn him into a toad. He decided to comply to her demands."O-O-Okay, ple-please, just don't curse my establishment, I beg of you!" He pleased as he grabbed two loaves of bread and placed them on the counter."Here! Take them and leave, I beg of you!"
Meanwhile Sylass' rage was getting fueled more and more."DO NOT IGNORE SYLASS!" He yelled all of a sudden, bringing his mace down onto the walking box, shattering it into a thousand wooden spliters! He was angry, alright. His breathing was heavy, and even the barman found himself lowering himself behind the counter just so he didn't have to face this Lizard's wrath.
Meanwhile at the front gates, the guards let Brooks pass. The walls here were high, and its iron gates' massive size only proved to show just how huge these walls really were. Some guard mumbled something about 'a lot of Lizards being around lately.' But besides that they didn't take a second glance at her.
However she would not make it far in this city. The next gates lead to the districts where non-humans weren't allowed. However, the shell of the burned down house was perfectly visible, as it attracted a lot of interested folks. All were wondering what happened here, but none seemed particularly sad.
What happened next was rather random, and no one inside the tavern would be aware of this, but all over town, people started screaming. The screams seemed to be moving from one place to another in the city, which soon had people panicking in the Commoner's Row as well. The crowd started to look around, as suddenly a chopping sound came from mass.
And so the screaming started here too.
With a loud crash, the front gate suddenly closed, dead guards falling from the high wall as short and dark shadows seemed to be cutting through them. The crowds dispersed, revealing an open manhole and three corpses of two men and a girl, and the armed Ratkin scurrying out of the sewers. They seemed armed in scrappy armor stitched together from junk, and their weapons didn't seem all that impressive either. Though some wore rusty weaponry, others had to be satisfied with laddles and kitches knives tied to a stick to serve as spears."For the glory of Rattagas!" They started yelling as they scurried in large numbers around the area, cutting down any who fled from them.
The attack had begun.
Meanwhile, now that Crow had moved, the other frightened patrons deemed it safe to leave. They quickly scurried for the door like mice running from a cat. Gaston the barman was just shivering in his boots, afraid this witch might turn him into a toad. He decided to comply to her demands."O-O-Okay, ple-please, just don't curse my establishment, I beg of you!" He pleased as he grabbed two loaves of bread and placed them on the counter."Here! Take them and leave, I beg of you!"
Meanwhile Sylass' rage was getting fueled more and more."DO NOT IGNORE SYLASS!" He yelled all of a sudden, bringing his mace down onto the walking box, shattering it into a thousand wooden spliters! He was angry, alright. His breathing was heavy, and even the barman found himself lowering himself behind the counter just so he didn't have to face this Lizard's wrath.
Meanwhile at the front gates, the guards let Brooks pass. The walls here were high, and its iron gates' massive size only proved to show just how huge these walls really were. Some guard mumbled something about 'a lot of Lizards being around lately.' But besides that they didn't take a second glance at her.
However she would not make it far in this city. The next gates lead to the districts where non-humans weren't allowed. However, the shell of the burned down house was perfectly visible, as it attracted a lot of interested folks. All were wondering what happened here, but none seemed particularly sad.
What happened next was rather random, and no one inside the tavern would be aware of this, but all over town, people started screaming. The screams seemed to be moving from one place to another in the city, which soon had people panicking in the Commoner's Row as well. The crowd started to look around, as suddenly a chopping sound came from mass.
And so the screaming started here too.
With a loud crash, the front gate suddenly closed, dead guards falling from the high wall as short and dark shadows seemed to be cutting through them. The crowds dispersed, revealing an open manhole and three corpses of two men and a girl, and the armed Ratkin scurrying out of the sewers. They seemed armed in scrappy armor stitched together from junk, and their weapons didn't seem all that impressive either. Though some wore rusty weaponry, others had to be satisfied with laddles and kitches knives tied to a stick to serve as spears."For the glory of Rattagas!" They started yelling as they scurried in large numbers around the area, cutting down any who fled from them.
The attack had begun.
The woman remained still and quiet, a frown quickly etching on her forehead at Crow's poor attitude. She wasn't doing their kind any good. Witchcraft was not supposed to sow fear and destruction upon others! Provoking the lizard also didn't do anyone any favors.
If only she were more courageous, dared to speak up! But Pearl was too timid and soft spoken to raise her voice in retaliation or put anyone straight. Mossfoot's throat was rumbling with a deep growl at the tension in the tavern while Pearl's mind worked at top speed. The dog began barking loudly when Sylass broke the crate in his fit of rage.
The witch clenched her fists and centered her thoughts. Her hands and fingers wove a pattern subtly in the air as she drew on the source of power in the earth. She whispered softly, unlikely loud enough for anyone to hear, but the net was cast throughout the entire room in a desperate attempt to keep things from going truly ugly. She was too busy with the spell to hear the growing commotion outside.
"In this time and in this place,
Make this a peaceful space.
We are peaceful, we are strong,
Though dark may seem so long.
For day must follow every night,
Everything will be alright.
We are always safe from harm,
As the earth holds us in her arms."
(OOC: Feel free to do a diceroll for the effects for anyone inside the inn. The spell is meant to calm everyone down. Perhaps a 1d20 with any roll over 10 will be a successful calming, the higher the roll the calmer they'll be. Any roll under 10 can be less effective the lower the roll. I'll leave it up to everyone how they're letting it affect your characters.
)
If only she were more courageous, dared to speak up! But Pearl was too timid and soft spoken to raise her voice in retaliation or put anyone straight. Mossfoot's throat was rumbling with a deep growl at the tension in the tavern while Pearl's mind worked at top speed. The dog began barking loudly when Sylass broke the crate in his fit of rage.
The witch clenched her fists and centered her thoughts. Her hands and fingers wove a pattern subtly in the air as she drew on the source of power in the earth. She whispered softly, unlikely loud enough for anyone to hear, but the net was cast throughout the entire room in a desperate attempt to keep things from going truly ugly. She was too busy with the spell to hear the growing commotion outside.
"In this time and in this place,
Make this a peaceful space.
We are peaceful, we are strong,
Though dark may seem so long.
For day must follow every night,
Everything will be alright.
We are always safe from harm,
As the earth holds us in her arms."
(OOC: Feel free to do a diceroll for the effects for anyone inside the inn. The spell is meant to calm everyone down. Perhaps a 1d20 with any roll over 10 will be a successful calming, the higher the roll the calmer they'll be. Any roll under 10 can be less effective the lower the roll. I'll leave it up to everyone how they're letting it affect your characters.
)
Aranel cringed at Delilah's presence. Her drunk behavior didn't make the tension between everyone any better. She was mainly concerned because there could possibly some sort of physical altercation coming up soon and that just would not do.
Crow's reply made her mouth purse and twist, her brows pinching together just a little. She wasn't sure she liked how the woman spoke, but that was just who she was. "Your craft should not instill fear," she mumbled. "Ah... I mean, because... because if it does! Then doesn't that mean people have done some awful things with it? ...And if they have, saying that they're justified because of what you could do... does that mean you would do something bad with it, too?"
Oh Aranel.
Just... just shut up. Please.
Aaaand then Sylass threw his little fit. She flinched, mainly at the noise, though found herself staring at the guy with a confused sort of irritation. Especially when Mossfoot began his barking.
"Please, just uhm... just calm down," she requested. Gutsy, yes, but still incredibly nervous about what the outcome would be.
Speaking of calm.
That nervousness seemed to gradually fade until there was just an ounce of it left, barely tickling at the back of her mind. It was interesting, and she really wasn't too sure why she felt so peaceful despite the situation, but it wasn't bad. Not at all.
Crow's reply made her mouth purse and twist, her brows pinching together just a little. She wasn't sure she liked how the woman spoke, but that was just who she was. "Your craft should not instill fear," she mumbled. "Ah... I mean, because... because if it does! Then doesn't that mean people have done some awful things with it? ...And if they have, saying that they're justified because of what you could do... does that mean you would do something bad with it, too?"
Oh Aranel.
Just... just shut up. Please.
Aaaand then Sylass threw his little fit. She flinched, mainly at the noise, though found herself staring at the guy with a confused sort of irritation. Especially when Mossfoot began his barking.
"Please, just uhm... just calm down," she requested. Gutsy, yes, but still incredibly nervous about what the outcome would be.
Speaking of calm.
That nervousness seemed to gradually fade until there was just an ounce of it left, barely tickling at the back of her mind. It was interesting, and she really wasn't too sure why she felt so peaceful despite the situation, but it wasn't bad. Not at all.
rolled 1d20 and got 17
Whoopwhoop!
The drunk just watched the lizard as his temper shot, she cocked a brow then took a sip of her drink "why is everyone so mad I mean, we're all people here" she looked at the lizard again "well some of us are"
Mossfoot's barking and everyone else's yelling got on her nerves, she maybe drunk but she wasn't in the party mood just yet. Her body began to warm up as her anger started to get the best of her but eventually that subsided, in fact she began to calm down. She stood between them, a goofy smile on her face "can't we all just get along!?
Mossfoot's barking and everyone else's yelling got on her nerves, she maybe drunk but she wasn't in the party mood just yet. Her body began to warm up as her anger started to get the best of her but eventually that subsided, in fact she began to calm down. She stood between them, a goofy smile on her face "can't we all just get along!?
rolled 1d20 and got 15
Crow's gaze drifts down to the loaves of bread, her tattered cloth-covered hand grasping one, setting it upon a nearby stool, her right hand placing itself upon the second loaf, before her gaze drifts towards the lizard. Her facial expression remains the same, her pale lips still pulled into a slight frown, "I do. If you are the most impressive member of your clan, I am not impressed, and think quite lowly of them, and you. The box served a purpose that you are too blind to see." Crow's shoulders lift in a light shrug, as her right hand sets the second loaf upon the stool.
Crow's gaze drifts towards the femme and her dog, her features sharpening, before the lizard smashes the box. Crow's pale gaze drifts towards the lizardmen, her gaze staring at his face, "You are not worth my attention."
Crow's right hand places itself upon the stool, as it shudders lightly, its form splintering, sending shards of wood scattering upon the floor. Its top opening up, wooden teeth biting into the loaves of bread, holding them. Its form teeters from side-to-side, small wooden strips abruptly splitting from the pegs of the stool, into three shredded, shards of wood for each peg. Crow's gaze drifts towards Aranel, her right eye shielded by the dip of her dirtied, tri-cornered hat. Crow's gaze lingers, then, "I am the only one capable of my craft. I have not had reason to harm anyone, as of yet." Crow's lips pull tight, her gaze sharpening towards Aranel, "I will not allow others to interfere. Should they not be deterred with simple spells, I will deter them at any cost."
Crow's coarse shoes scrape against the wooden floor, as her form moves towards the door, the animated stool following behind her, its teeth clenched around two loaves of bread. Crow's right hand pushes the door to the tavern open, and her coarse shoes would carry her out.
Crow's gaze drifts towards the femme and her dog, her features sharpening, before the lizard smashes the box. Crow's pale gaze drifts towards the lizardmen, her gaze staring at his face, "You are not worth my attention."
Crow's right hand places itself upon the stool, as it shudders lightly, its form splintering, sending shards of wood scattering upon the floor. Its top opening up, wooden teeth biting into the loaves of bread, holding them. Its form teeters from side-to-side, small wooden strips abruptly splitting from the pegs of the stool, into three shredded, shards of wood for each peg. Crow's gaze drifts towards Aranel, her right eye shielded by the dip of her dirtied, tri-cornered hat. Crow's gaze lingers, then, "I am the only one capable of my craft. I have not had reason to harm anyone, as of yet." Crow's lips pull tight, her gaze sharpening towards Aranel, "I will not allow others to interfere. Should they not be deterred with simple spells, I will deter them at any cost."
Crow's coarse shoes scrape against the wooden floor, as her form moves towards the door, the animated stool following behind her, its teeth clenched around two loaves of bread. Crow's right hand pushes the door to the tavern open, and her coarse shoes would carry her out.
rolled 1d20 and got 15
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Sam immediately regretted coming here. She fought through the swarm of adorable and vicious rat creatures to the best of her ability, trying to link up with any guards she could find to mount a more coordinated defense. And to avoid getting murdered. Probably. She yelled at people to stay inside and barricade themselves, but it wasn't going to make much of a difference in this chaos.
((rolling for Sylass' magic resistance))
rolled 1d20 and got a natural 12. After the modifier of +5, got 17
+5 bonus due to being mundane
Sylass quickly calmed down after he smashed the box. His breathing was still heavy, but Pearl's magic was very effective on the Lizardman. The red haze in front of his eyes disappeared. In fact, he didn't even reply to Crow's insult to his honor, which would usually have been met with instant death. All he did was hiss at her with acid fumes escaping from between his razor sharp teeth."Witch not worth Sylass' time. Will not even honor her with scar."
Sylass sheathed his weapons, remaining quiet for now. He didn't even want smash Crow's newest wooden monstrosity, which he found to be rather silly looking. The bartendender didn't seem to think so. Those stools costed money! But at least the witch was gone, and he too found himself less fearful. He was much more tranquil. His daughter was still as frightened as before, though, especially after Sylass' hissy fit. Monsters like him were capable of smashing the entire bar to splinters!
Reaching for a throwing axe on his back, Sylass wanted to stop it immediately! The calming effect was wearing off and the Lizard was getting fired up for a battle once more. But first this tough rat had to die. He throws the axe, aiming for the creature's legs.
By now, the chaos on the street would have reached the bar. Not being aware of the chaos outside had cost the bar precious time, as proven by a flaming arrow suddenly hitting Crow's stool and setting it on fire.
The streets in front of her would be filled with Ratkin. These Humanoid rat people looked vicious and a lot more threatening their their pygmy counterparts, the creatures Samantha had mostly been dealing with. These creatures had rusty shortswords on their rope belts and wore dirty brown rags for hoods that managed to cover their heads and ears, but not their long snouts. Those with an eye for alchemicals could notice their rusty weapons had a green coating on them. Poison. Some of them were torches, others, who were on the thatch roofs were armed with flaming arrows, one of which had hit Crow's walking stool. Hopefully she likes her bread extra toasty.
"Boil them." One of the rats uttered as they all threw their torches through the windows of the inn. Those on the inside would be met with flames that rose up instantly. Crow meanwhile had to deal with the six other Ratkin whom's blades were aimed for her.
The bartender's daughter screamed at the sight of the fire. She quickly ran for her father, crying and hugging his leg. Gaston himself snapped out of his tranquil state and seemed panicky as well, cluthing his daughter's hand."What is going on... Quickly, follow me! Through the back door!" He yelled for the costumers.
Through the small kitchen area there was a door that lead to a street behind the tavern, but out there the chaos was even worse. Corpses were everywhere, both rat and man. Scared villagers tripped over their fallen brethren and left children behind to save their own hides. Hovels everywhere were burning! Screams were everywhere and the stench of blood and death hung thick in the air. Gaston was astonished by the sight, and Sylass had a hard time keeping the smell out of his nose. He seemed to be actually trying to flick it out of his face.
It was out here the group would find a brave Lizardwoman trying to help out these scared villagers. She would not find any guards alive, though, just this group of able adventurers, and a mess of rats.
Gaston the bartender looked around in fright. "Where are the guards!? Why were we not prepared for thi- urgh!" A bolt flew straight through the poor man's neck. Dead with his eyes wide open. Like a bag of salt he dropped to the ground, and poor Elsa screamed as she teared up once more, crying over the corpse of her dead father. The culprit? A bold rat on top of a burning building, armed with a crossbow. Another one of these human sized creatures. It laughed like a maniac, seemingly enjoying the child's tears, but that wouldn't last long. The roof collapsed under its feet, making the beastman fall down straight into the fiery depths below.
In the distance there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A regimen of guards trying to create a perimiter! When caught by surprise the Ratkin had an advantage, but when collected, these creatures didn't stand a chance against them. Safety was beyond their lines just a few streets away, but there was a sea of rats in between the group and safety.
Suddenly a loud crash. Gaston's murderer broke down the burning door of the hovel it stood on, completely engulfed in fire and headed straight for the group, screaming like a maniac! If this Ratkin was allowed to come near the group, it could cause some serious damage!
((Woops critical rat. I'll accept another crit as a succesful halt. Good luck
.))
Sylass sheathed his weapons, remaining quiet for now. He didn't even want smash Crow's newest wooden monstrosity, which he found to be rather silly looking. The bartendender didn't seem to think so. Those stools costed money! But at least the witch was gone, and he too found himself less fearful. He was much more tranquil. His daughter was still as frightened as before, though, especially after Sylass' hissy fit. Monsters like him were capable of smashing the entire bar to splinters!
Reaching for a throwing axe on his back, Sylass wanted to stop it immediately! The calming effect was wearing off and the Lizard was getting fired up for a battle once more. But first this tough rat had to die. He throws the axe, aiming for the creature's legs.
By now, the chaos on the street would have reached the bar. Not being aware of the chaos outside had cost the bar precious time, as proven by a flaming arrow suddenly hitting Crow's stool and setting it on fire.
The streets in front of her would be filled with Ratkin. These Humanoid rat people looked vicious and a lot more threatening their their pygmy counterparts, the creatures Samantha had mostly been dealing with. These creatures had rusty shortswords on their rope belts and wore dirty brown rags for hoods that managed to cover their heads and ears, but not their long snouts. Those with an eye for alchemicals could notice their rusty weapons had a green coating on them. Poison. Some of them were torches, others, who were on the thatch roofs were armed with flaming arrows, one of which had hit Crow's walking stool. Hopefully she likes her bread extra toasty.
"Boil them." One of the rats uttered as they all threw their torches through the windows of the inn. Those on the inside would be met with flames that rose up instantly. Crow meanwhile had to deal with the six other Ratkin whom's blades were aimed for her.
The bartender's daughter screamed at the sight of the fire. She quickly ran for her father, crying and hugging his leg. Gaston himself snapped out of his tranquil state and seemed panicky as well, cluthing his daughter's hand."What is going on... Quickly, follow me! Through the back door!" He yelled for the costumers.
Through the small kitchen area there was a door that lead to a street behind the tavern, but out there the chaos was even worse. Corpses were everywhere, both rat and man. Scared villagers tripped over their fallen brethren and left children behind to save their own hides. Hovels everywhere were burning! Screams were everywhere and the stench of blood and death hung thick in the air. Gaston was astonished by the sight, and Sylass had a hard time keeping the smell out of his nose. He seemed to be actually trying to flick it out of his face.
It was out here the group would find a brave Lizardwoman trying to help out these scared villagers. She would not find any guards alive, though, just this group of able adventurers, and a mess of rats.
Gaston the bartender looked around in fright. "Where are the guards!? Why were we not prepared for thi- urgh!" A bolt flew straight through the poor man's neck. Dead with his eyes wide open. Like a bag of salt he dropped to the ground, and poor Elsa screamed as she teared up once more, crying over the corpse of her dead father. The culprit? A bold rat on top of a burning building, armed with a crossbow. Another one of these human sized creatures. It laughed like a maniac, seemingly enjoying the child's tears, but that wouldn't last long. The roof collapsed under its feet, making the beastman fall down straight into the fiery depths below.
In the distance there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A regimen of guards trying to create a perimiter! When caught by surprise the Ratkin had an advantage, but when collected, these creatures didn't stand a chance against them. Safety was beyond their lines just a few streets away, but there was a sea of rats in between the group and safety.
Suddenly a loud crash. Gaston's murderer broke down the burning door of the hovel it stood on, completely engulfed in fire and headed straight for the group, screaming like a maniac! If this Ratkin was allowed to come near the group, it could cause some serious damage!
((Woops critical rat. I'll accept another crit as a succesful halt. Good luck
.))
rolled 1d20 and got 20
Ratkin's resolve. Roll higher than this number in order to succesfully attempt to halt it.
rolled 1d20 and got 18
Sylass' attempt
Pearl's relief at having been successful with calming the storm inside was very short lived. Mosfoot's fur stood upright along his spine, growls rumbling deep within his throat to warn of the threats from outside he picked up before the others did. The witch squealed in surprise when the arrows struck and fire began to lick at the wooden interior of the bar. Her intent to voice her disapproval with Crow's public display of magic died down as she sought to flee with the others.
She rushed to the back door, the large dog almost pressed against her thigh protectively. The stench from the streets were like a slap in her face. She coughed and tried not to gag, panic taking over. So much destruction! What was going on?
The tender fell dead before Pearl even saw what hit him. She froze in shock, and it was Mosfoot's barking that shook her out of it. The flaming Ratkin charged at them, and she hastily threw up her hands and attempted to weave a barrier, shouting the spell out loud.
"By the dragons light, on this flight,
I call to thee to give me your might,
by the power of three, I conjure thee,
to protect all that, surrounds me, so mote it be!"
Narrowly missing her face by just a mere inch, a flaming arrow embedded itself into the wall behind her. Pearl's concentration broke off and the barrier faltered, leaving them completely open to the attack.
(Ahaha oh god, that was a terrible roll.)
She rushed to the back door, the large dog almost pressed against her thigh protectively. The stench from the streets were like a slap in her face. She coughed and tried not to gag, panic taking over. So much destruction! What was going on?
The tender fell dead before Pearl even saw what hit him. She froze in shock, and it was Mosfoot's barking that shook her out of it. The flaming Ratkin charged at them, and she hastily threw up her hands and attempted to weave a barrier, shouting the spell out loud.
"By the dragons light, on this flight,
I call to thee to give me your might,
by the power of three, I conjure thee,
to protect all that, surrounds me, so mote it be!"
Narrowly missing her face by just a mere inch, a flaming arrow embedded itself into the wall behind her. Pearl's concentration broke off and the barrier faltered, leaving them completely open to the attack.
(Ahaha oh god, that was a terrible roll.)
rolled 1d20 and got 2
Pearl's attempt to erect a barrier and stop the Ratkin
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