The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Athkanar.

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Astinus gently places a metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Athkanar' scribed in light white ink.


Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Mon Jun  8 15:10:43
2009
Subject     Action Beckons

Athkanar woke after a night of heavy
drinking. His mind amazingly clear.
The smell of blood was near but not here and
not now. There was going to be
much blood shed soon and he needed to be prepared
to face the foe that was
coming. He realised his father was right, he'd spent
enough time in taverns
and inns getting drunk and abusing the wenches. The time
for action was
almost apon them and he must be ready or face extermination.
Determined to
outlive his foes he set of to the Temple of Sargonnas to pray for
guidance. 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Sat Jun 13
08:36:07 2009
Subject     Athkanar strives for Fame and Glory

Fame and
glory are what Athkanar sought, as it was the only way to gain
the respect of
his fellow minotaurs. He wanted to be the strong enough to
sit on the Supreme
Circle but wise enough to last longer than his
predecessors. 

A brief stay in
Palanthas reminded him of the things he hated about the
weak. They need high
walls to keep them safe but once inside a warrior like
him could easily prey on
the weak. 

It was not long before he tired of the mindless killing just to feed
himself
and decided there must be someone who would pay for his martial skills.


His destination was Neraka where if rumours could be trusted he would
find
like minded warriors but it would be a long arduous journey.


Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Sun Jun 14 20:53:08
2009
Subject     The Ultimate Betrayal

The traders not directly tied
to the main land countries involved in the
constant wars of Ansalon grew rich
and this suited the minotaurs who had
made Kothas & Mithos their new
homes.

Gernesh the son of Akakosh had risen through the ranks of his fathers
small
fleet of trading ships start as a deck hand and working his way to being
a
Captain. 

Like his father Gernesh had many children scattered across the
islands of
Kothas and Mithos and even some on the mainland where Minotaurs
had
settled.

Unlike Akakosh Gernesh aspired to be more than just a small
trading company
he wanted his legacy to live forever as the greatest merchant
naval trading
company of Ansalon. 

Every year it was the same. The sons of
Gernesh coming of age would be
pitted against each other in the arena and to the
would be placed on a new
ship and with a few years would be expected to work his
way to being the
captain of the vessel. 

The coming of age ceremony was
Athkanar's first memory. The determination,
passion and glory of winning in the
Arena inspired him. Upon going home he
demanded that his mother let him learn to
fight like those minotaurs had on
that glorious day. He was too young to realise
they were his half brothers
pitted against each other to the death. 

In later
years he came to realise what the ceremony was all about and this
just made him
more determined to be victorious when it was his turn to enter
the arena. 

The
years slipped by and locking horns in the practice arena was not enough
to
satiate his desire to see his enemy fall, mortally wounded, as the mock
fights
in the training halls always ended before he could harm his
sparing
partners.

He started going to taverns in the rougher parts of the docks
and once there
would drink and into fights with older more experienced sailors.
Despite his
youth most of his fights would end with his opponents guts strewn
across the
taverns floor before the heavies could put an end to the fight.


After these fights he would satiate his other needs in the soft arms of
a
courtesan, many of whom where very impressed by the number of scars he
carried
with pride. 

He was surprised when a week before his Coming of Age ceremony a
messenger
summoned him to Gernesh's office. When he arrived he was led into
his
fathers plush office by the young nubile assistant.

He could tell straight
away from his Gernesh's body language that he was
angry and was not startled
when he spun around suddenly and started berating
him for his drunken behaviour
in the docklands. 

As a juvenile all he could do was stand there and listen as
his father raged
about his unacceptable behaviour and how he had squandered his
talents on
booze and cheap harlots. No son of his would be allowed to enter the
family
business with that kind of reputation. 

Athkanar was devastated as his
life ling dream of rising to the top of the
family was shattered. His father
gave him a letter promising the bearer safe
passage to the main land and a small
bag of gold and told him that if he
ever returned to Mithos he would be killed
on sight as a traitor. 

And so it was that on the day of his coming of age he
found himself in
Palanthas with a small bag of gold and his whole life before
him. Old habits
die hard and he headed off to the nearest tavern to drown his
sorrows.
Whether it was by chance or the will of Sargonnas he heard of
his
half-brothers betrothal, news could not have travelled tbat fast
he
realised, he had been pushed to the side in favour of a weaker,
less
deserving brother. 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:     
Wed Jul  1 07:42:32 2009
Subject     1st Contract

After meeting with
my sponsor and being gated to a strange city I set out
to fulfill my part of the
contract.

I looked apon the beast I was to slay and for the 1st time i doubted
my
abilities. Could I really slay it or would it just pummel me to the
ground.
Regardless of the personal danger I knew that the contract had to
be
completed and so charged in attmepting to gore my foe. 

I awoke in the clan
hall not remembering anything other than the beasts
hooves battering me to the
ground. Realising that the beast was mightier
than I had thought it to be I set
about preparing myself properly for our
next encounter. 

Finally almost a month
later I found my target once again. This time better
prepared and more confident
I once again charged into combat goring it
stomach open and then drawing my
sowrd to finish it but it was a might beast
and we fought for some time before
it lay dead at my feet. 

Satisfied that it was truly dead I tended my wound and
then went looking for
it's rider. Upon seeing me he charged in and a fight to
the death was the
only option. The Knight was a worthy oponent who faught
bravely but fell
eventually. 

Bloody and battered I made my way back to that
cess pit they call Palanthas
and sold his sword and armor to one of the many
shops in the northern sector
of the city. 

Next time, I swore to myself, I'll
be better prepared.... 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:     
Wed Jul 22 08:07:58 2009
Subject     An ogre needs money

I was in the
Mercenary Camp when a black robed Ogre came up to me and
asked if I could loan
him some money. After discussing his bussiness plan
and terms of repayment it
was agreed that we would meet again in Lemish. 

After a short but intense
gryphon flight and a trip to the bank we met again
and I loaned him the money to
start his fishing venture. Now all I have to
do is wait and hope that I won't
have to use my enforces to get the money
back. 

Not that an ogre like Lugg
would mind a bit of exercise... but I don't think
Karsa would enjoy being used
as a punch bag. 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Sun Jul
26 19:12:08 2009
Subject     Called to Duty

Athkanar was troubled by
the slow pace of bussiness. Lending money to
fools and traders was rewarding in
its return in wealth but his desire for
power and glory were being neglected.


The smell of blood was getting stronger every day and Athkanars was
starting
to have dreams of marching in an army beside his horned brothers
and
sisters. 

Waking early one morning he vividly recalled Takhisis and her
consort
summoning him to Neraka. It was a dream that did not fade and by
breakfast
time he found himself packing his meager belongings and preparing for
the
long journey to Neraka. 

Getting out of Palanthas was the easy part of the
journey, as the guards new
him as a money lender and no more than that, but out
on the Solamnic Plains
he had to move more carefulyl avoiding patrols and
leaving little evidance
of his passing. 

Once in Jalek he new he could relax
his gaurd a little but he still moved
with caution always weary of ambushers.
Finally the Citadell loomed before
him and he aproached with a sense of
accomplishment. 

Apon entering the city he prepared himself for an audience
with the new
Emperor. He had learned on his travels from Jalek that Luerk had
been
crowned the Emperor and that he had missed the ceremony by a few weeks.


Athkanar was suprised by how easy it was to get an audience with Emperor
Luerk
it seemed that the staff knew of his coming and quickly ushered him
into the
great hall. 

"Greetings mercenary. I welcome you to the city of Neraka."
Said Emperor
Luerk before continuing "State your name." 

"Athkanar, from
the Isle of Mithos" was Athkanar's proud response.

Emperor Luerk nodded and
continued "Excellent. The minotaurs of Mithos are
highly regarded and
feared." 

Athkanar once again proudly responded "As we should be My
Lord."

Nodding Emperor Luerk continues "The dragonarmies have called the
sons and
daughters of Sargonnas because we prepare for battle. Horned ones from
all
walks of life have gathered to us, and many with excellent
military
experience." 

"And as a servant of Sagonnas I am happy to Serve my
Master and His
Mistress" was Athkanar's quick response which was met with a
derisive
snort.

Despite Athkanar's interjection Emperor Luerk continued "I
doubt gold holds
much sway over you, but your service will also be paid in glory
and combat.
Will you sign yourself to the cause of the dragonarmies?" 

"I'm
afraid that you'll be nothing more than a common footsoldier at first.
But with
your prowess and intelligence, I have no doubt that you will rise
to command
many." Emperor Luerk continued

Over awed at the prospect Athkanar quickly
repsonded "Aye my Lord and you
are right it is glory I seek not wealth that
can be stolen by common
theives." 

"My Lord I would want it no other way
than to rise due to my skill as a
warrior and commander." Athkanar
added.

"Excellent to hear,"  says Emperor Luerk "you are truly what we
seek." 

"Then Athkanar of Mithos, make your mark here and join us in our
conquest."
said Emperor Luerk handing Athkanar the paper that would enlist him
into the
Dragon Army. 

Reading throught contract carefully Athkanar signed the
contract and marked
it with his seal before handing it back to the Emperor.


Emperor Luerk nodded sagely and pronounced "And so shall it be. Go now
and
report to your commanding officer. He will equip you and see that you
are
assigned a bunk." 

Apon leaving the Emperor Athkanar made his way to the
Temple of Sargonnas to
make a sacrafice to his dark lord, thanking him for
leading him on this
path. 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:    
 Wed Jul 29 20:18:19 2009
Subject     Parting ways

Athkanar held his
contract of employment with the Dragon army and
carefuly read through it again.
The terms were still clear he would have to
renounce his mercenary ways. 

It
was a sad day for him as he walked through the empty clan hall. He had
hoped to
talk to his mentor about his resignation. There was no other way
now that he had
signed the contract but he knew he'd be able to make it up
to his mentor
somehow. Once he was in a position of relative power he'd
employ mercenaries
from the band and ensure that the coffers were never
empty. 

His orders
carefully stashed away he made sure his bunk was stripped and the
room tidy
before setting out to fullfill his destany and return to his home
land a hero.


Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Fri Jul 31 18:16:01
2009
Subject     A brawl in the stores

Getting settled into the Dragon
Army was turning out easier than Athkanar
had thought it would be. Dragon army
food however left a lot to be desired.
It seemed the grunts like him wear fed by
from understaffed and under
buggeted kitchens. Deciding if the food served was
edible was sometimes
difficult but when you've lived off the land you learn that
you eat what is
there or starve. 

When he reported for his equipment with the
other recruits there were four
lines. One for goblins who got goblin sized
equipment, one size fits all of
course. The second shorter line, although that
may have been because it was
moving more quivkly than the goblin line, was for
humans once again one size
fits all. The line for the hobgoblins was probably
the shortest, all they
got where trash bags and pointy sticks to clean up the
camp. The final queue
was for Ogres. The longest line by far and most definately
the slowest as
each ogre faught about the merits of the club and armor offered
to them. 

Athkanar quickly muscled his way to the front of the Ogre queue. A
tap on
the shoulder here a subtle push there and soon the guards were having
to
deal with an ogre brawl. Athkanar looked through the items in the store
while
the storeman tried to keep some ogres from bashing everything in
sight. 

His
equipment ready he got the attention of the storeman and signed for
his
"standard" equipment and made his way back to barracks. 

Author: 
  Athkanar       
Date:      Fri Aug 14 14:36:21 2009
Subject     They
thought they could break a Minotaur. part 1

It's two hours before dawn.
We've just go back from a route march cleaned
our equipment and gotten
comfortable in bed when the Sergeant came in
shouting for us all to get ready
for inspection.

The ogres grumble and the goblins whine I just roll up my
bedroll and secure
it to my pack knowing that another hard day of marching is a
head of us.

I'm pleasantly suprised when the Sergeant pairs me with a goblin
ranger to
scout ahead of the patrol. I quitely pray to Sargonnas for the
strength to
make it through the day and feel his cold cunning presense suround
me. 

I know from experience we have an hours head start on this lazy mob
that
want to be soldiers. Having covered a lot of ground with the cover
of
darkness we stop near a valley that presents an ideal ambush point.
Steeps
sides and a lot of cover for the instructors to hide behind. 

Using the
hand signals that the scouts favour I instruct Mogruk to lead us
up the side to
over look the valley. Sure enough there in the valley hidden
from the road a
group of ogres and hobgoblins are feasting on a fresh kill
and from this
distance it is difficult to tell if it is a man or a half
elf.

Signalling for
Mogruk to move back we retreat and find some where to rest
for an hour or two
while the other follow the trail we have left for them. 

The grumbling of the
aproaching ogres alerts us and the ambushers to the
arival of the patrol. Mogruk
and I move into position behind the ambushers
preparing to attack them when they
attack our comrades. 

As expected the leader of the patrol missed our sign that
an ambush lay
ahead and they wonder right into the trap. As the instructors rise
up and
attack so to do I and Mogruk from behind them. Before they know what
is
happening the ambushers are subdued by the two of us. I take
particular
pleasure in rendering the ogres unconscious before they can inflict
any
serious casualties among the recruits. 

With the odds evened Mogruk and I
retreat and continue on the path we must
follow for the day. Working with the
cunning scout we move around the mud
ans swamps that the others will blunder
through and soon find ourselves in
the area designated for the evening meal.


With the help of Mogruk we bring down a small buck for our afternoon meal
and
having feasted on that wait quietly for the hordes to arrive. 

The forest goes
silent long before we hear the aproaching force and we move
out into the open
where they will be able to see us and not be suprised as
we step out from where
we have been resting.

With them is the Sergeant who woke us up this morning,
although his clothes
unlike those of the soldiers are clean, he barks orders for
the group to
send out hunting parties. 

Turning to us he barks "Athkanar your
actions this morning have been noted.
The captain wishes to speak to you back in
camp. You are to leave
immediately and take the road back." 

Thankful for the
rest that afternoon i grabbed my pack and the sealed letter
he handed me and
made my way back to the main training camp. The journey was
not uneventful as
the instructors were unhappy about being ambushed and
their sore heads and
dented pride goaded them into attempting more
ambushes.

The smell of human
blood and their inability to choose a good ambush spot
neutralised their
advantage. They also seemed to have under estimated his
weapons craft and he
deftly disarmed them before subduing them all.

Knowing there would be trouble
if he was late Athkanar set a hard pace and
was soon back at the camp. His
written instructions got him through the main
gate and soon he found himself
sitting in the waiting room of the captain
wondering what his punishment would
be for this mornings antics. 
 
more to follow....

Author:   
Athkanar       
Date:      Wed Aug 19 08:36:19 2009
Subject     His
darkest hours

It was almost midnight before Athkanar was ushered into
the camp
commanders office. The first thing Athkanar noticed about the office
was the
smell of cheap perfume. The officer had a smug look on his face and it
was
obvious to Athkanar that he'd been kept waiting while this pompous fool
was
enjoying himself. The sergeant in charge of their training was also
present
and looked quite pleased with himself too. 

The outcome of the one
sided shouting match was that Athkanar would be
docked all pay for the entire
time he was in the training camp but that no
formal charges would be laid
against him. He was to return to the field camp
the others were in and rejoin
his platoon before dawn.

Knowing it would be a long and dangerous journey back
Athkanar set off into
the night and heading his sense of danger managed to avoid
the beasts that
lurked in the dark. Safely back in camp for breakfast Athkanar
allowed
himself to relax for a short while. 

The next few weeks blurred into
one as Athkanar was assigned all the
dangerous assignments and the dirty jobs.
On evenings he was placed on guard
duty he knew there would be trouble and the
evenings he wasn't on guard duty
he figured they wouldn't be getting any sleep
anyway. 

Athkanar had withdrawn from most social contact by now. Loathing his
fellow
soldiers and their drunken ways, all that mattered to most of them was
were
the next bottle of grog was coming from or if they could find a few
willing
wenches to help pass the hours.

Finally the field training was over and
they were back in the main base for
a week. It was here that his passion for
life was rekindled. It was a chance
meeting after a morning run through the
local swamp. Still not allowed much
sleep Athkanar was startled out of his
comfort zone when he realised the
human in the queue had curves in all the wrong
places to be a man.

"Excuse me miss are you sure you sure you're in the right
place" Athkanar
inquired before carefully looking her over. Her hands had
nasty callouses
from the weapons training everyone was required to do and she
was wearing
the uniform of a trainee. 

Her response was lost in the noise of
the mess hall and grabbing a tray of
something that looked bearly edible
Athkanar suggested they go sit near the
window before muscling his way through
the crowded room.

While picking at their food the conversation turned to how
she had ended up
in boot camp and Athkanar was suprised that the Emperor would
force her to
endure weeks of this hell but she seemed to be capable of holding
her own
among the humans in the army.

Their conversation was cut short when a
fight broke out in the mess hall.
Athkanar had anticipated this and opening the
window slipped out through it
before advising the young woman, who's name he
still did not know, to leave
the same way.

They parted company but Athkanar was
bouyed with the knowledge that he was
not alone in the emperor's plans and
hoping to meet the young lady again in
the future under less stressful
circumstances.

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Wed Aug 19
14:39:09 2009
Subject     Not a routine patrol

A routine patrol is
what they were told they were going on but this was
to far south to be routine
and the snatches of conversation between the
sergeants of the platoons seemed to
confirm his suspisions.

Once again he and Mogruk were partnered and scouting
ahead. The hairs on te
back of his neck stood up as they aproached the clearing
and he order Mogruk
to stop. Although he couldn't see the elves he knew they
were there
waiting.

As quietly as possible they retreated to the advancing
platoon to inform the
sergeant in charge. He wouldn't listen to reason and sent
them back out to
scout ahead again. Mogruk signalled that they should get going
and Athkanar
not trusting himself to be able to control his temper left
quickly.

Skirting around the area where the ambush was set Mogruk and Athkanar
waited
for the main force to be caught in it. The shouting and screaming
Sergeant
could be heard from where they were safely hiding and when the ambush
was
sprung they moved in from the rear of the ambushers.

By the time they
joined the combat te sergeant had been silenced by an
elven arrow. The aim had
been true and his eye was neatly pierced. The 4
elves had killed 6 of the 19
soldiers in the platoon before Athkanar and
Mogruk had suprised them from behind
and killed them humanely.

The platoon was in complete disarray the ogres
yelling at each other and the
hobgoblins trying to stay out of their
way.

"Silence!" Athkanar said commandingly and almost instantly there
was.
Athkanar moved among the soldiers to the fallen sergeant plucking his
rank
insignia from his body. "Do any of you doubt I should be wearing
these?" he
asking menacingly before beheading the sergeant.

"You bring the
head,"  he said to the biggest ogre "we must keep moving so
that we can
rondevous with the other platoons." To the others he said "
Strip all the
bodies of regualtion army equipment. I doubt the Emperor wants
to explain why we
started a war with the elves" 

Splitting the attacking force further Athkanar
knew would reduce the chance
of them al being caught in an ambush and if one
group was ambushed the other
two would be able to respond from the flanks.

5
minutes after starting off for their rondevous point the jungle was once
again
filled with the sounds of dying soldiers. By agreement the three
groups under
Athkanars control converged and then headed of towards the area
the comabt had
taken place. 

The scene was similar to thier ambush. The leader probably shot
1st and the
other then picked of in the ensuing chaos. Once again removing all
equipment
that could be linked to the Dragon Armies Athkanar set off in the
direction
the last group was headed.

The smell of blood alerted him to the
sight of the attack. It was the same
again, a small force of elves had suprised
the raiders and picked them off.
The soldiers under his command were soon
looting the corpses and removing
everything that could be linked to the Dragon
Army.

It was almost dawn by now and he knew the elves would be sending out
larger
groups and possibly gryphons to scout for them and so he ordered a
forced
march back to the training camp.

Breaking from the trees and into the
high ground south of Neraka Athkanar
looked back stopping Mogruk and allowing
the others to go ahead. "You
understand that coming back was my idea. I doubt
they will listen to what i
have to say regarding this so make sure the sergeants
head is submitted as
evidence. There is a human woman, a mage, among the human
trainees. Make
sure she knows what happened."

And so it was that apon the
return to the camp Athkanar was thrown into the
stockade to await his court
martial. 

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Tue Sep  1
06:55:26 2009
Subject     Running from his past

Something grabed
Athkanar by the scruff of the neck and pulled him
upright. It was dark and
overcast and raining and as he spun around to see
who had woken him found
himself still alone in the pit they call a
stockade.

Something was wrong and he
realised he needed to prepare for his escape.
He'd only have one chance and he
was not going to miss it. Moving into the
area that was in darkness even when a
guard looked down with a lantern
Athkanar prepared his ambush. Now he had to
wait fro his oppertunity. 

He did not have to wait long. The screams of a
goblin in agony getting
closer and the squelching of the guards boots in the
heavy mud confirmed
that someone was being braught to the stockade. 

Keys
jingled as the jailors open the lock, Athkanar relaxed concentrating on
where
the sound was coming from, his horms would tear through the leather
vest the
jailors wore and their guts would spill apon the ground. No
Minotaur worrior
would die without a fight. 

From up above the words of the guards confirmed his
suspecions "Shut up you
snivveling little goblin. You and your traitorous
friend will hang at dawn"
the guard sneered. 

The door open and Athkanar
launched himself from the floor at the guard. His
horns struck true but
unfortunately Athkanar did not have time to revel in
the killing of his enemy.
He had to silence the other one before he raised
the alarm.

Spinning around
toward the light, his rage consumed him and he tore into the
second guard. They
would never be able to identify him, his internal organs
hanging out and his
head kicked into a bloody pulp. 

Looking down in the mud near the remains of
the 1st guard Athkanr was
disgusted to see how they had tortured Mogruk. His
arms broken, his
breathing eratic and it seemed his tongue had been cut out too.


Using the remains of the guards uniform Athkanar bound Moogruk to his back
and
slipped into the darkness to find his belongings. The storage tent with
his
equipment was easy to find but Athkanar was not suprised to see that
some of it
had been removed. 

Dressing quickly Athkanar enquired of Mogruk using the hand
signals of the
goblin tracker as to which way they must go to find his people.
Athkanar
knew that Mogruk would prefer to die with his people. 

On a cold wet
night like this Athkanar knew that none of the guards would be
vigilant and
quickly slipped out of the camp and headed towards the goblin
warrens. Looking
back at the camp he wondered how the human who had tried to
help him would fare.


Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Mon Sep 14 13:52:39
2009
Subject     Born to the Sea

Leaving the remote goblin village
where he had delivered Mogruk Athkanar
set off for the coast. He realised he
missed the smell of the sea and the
sounds of the waves pounding relentlessly
against the shore. 

Maelstrom, the Mistress the seas, had expended her wrath on
this section of
coast line. Small fishing vessels lay broken on the shoreline
along with
some of the crew. Apon closer inspection what had looked like
fishing
vessels turned out to be long boats. It seemed to Athkanar that some
illicit
activity had been interupted by the storm. 

Searching the area
carefully turned nothing of value up but gave Athkanar
time to think about his
future employment. If there was one privateer ship
operating along the coast
there must be more. It was just a matter of
finding them and offering his
services. 

In Kalaman Athkanar went from pub to pub buying frinks and
prying
information out of sailors about possible berths on a ship. Times where
hard
and most ships already had a full crew but those he pressed
insisted
something was happening in Palanthas. 

In Palanthas information about
a new ship being built was a well kept secret
but a ship being built could not
be kept a secret from everyone. 

After almost a month of searching for the
right people to speak to Athkanar
got the break through he needed. Captain
Mazerith was assembling a crew for
a ship that was going to be the fastest ship
on the ocean. The fact that
Athkanar was from a family of sea going Minotaurs
helped him through the
questions regarding the handling of sheets and sails.


Walking up the gang plank Athkanar observed the motley crew of Sailors.
Not
one flinched as his gaize travelled across them and this pleased
Athkanar.
Here were men he could work and fight beside. 

A game of dice, with
coppers the stakes, soon had the crew distracted from
the wait to launch and
leave this stinking city behind. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.


Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus mentions 'We have had over 855 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'

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